#i had no idea tony todd was gonna be in it

[purrtyhatemachine]

Im watching The Crow for the first time rn and i already love it sm like..the aesthetics…the soundtrack!!!

I love everything about this. The guy from half price books was so right

[joaniejustwokeup]

Jazz jumped at the knock on the window, her hands automatically fisted in front of her, prepared to attack.

“Hey Babe, just got back from my trip and I- oh…” Red Hood paused, taking in his girlfriend’s frazzled appearance.

She knew she looked a mess, her braid pulled apart from the number of times she ran her fingers through her hair, her Team Phantom gear torn off and thrown haphazardly across the couch or onto the kitchen island, a stained apron tied over her jumpsuit. The blank, robotic face of his mask held her deer-in-the-headlights gaze for a startled moment before he clambered the rest of the way through her window. He pulled off his helmet, raising his hands to hold her as he rushed forward, but stopped an inch before touching her.

She felt her eyes grow wet as she looked down at him and nodded. And then he was holding her, all warmth and leather and body armor, smelling of iron and gunpowder and smoke, in a way that was not exactly pleasant, but was familiar and comforting. He kissed where his face nuzzled up into the crook of her neck. He pulled back, looking up at her with his brow furrowed.

“You went on a mission while I was away?”

Jazz sighed, rubbing her face with one hand, tracing the shoulder seam of his jacket with the other.

“Yeah… It wasn’t a bad one, really it wasn’t. It’s just… it was an ex-GIW lab and they had Danny’s DNA. We destroyed and confiscated their research, but we don’t know how they got it or if it got passed around, and I just- we don’t even fully know what they were doing at the lab, not yet. Danny and Tuck are still analyzing what was pulled from their servers. And Ancients, if it’s another clone situation, or some kind of weapon that targets Danny…” Jazz trailed off.

“Hey,” Jason said as he cupped her cheek. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.”

Jazz slumped forward with another heavy exhale, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

“Yeah. I know. Thanks Jason.”

Jason gave her a soft smile before he visibly sniffed the air.

“Are you making snickerdoodles?”

Jazz smiled back at him.

“Gingersnaps, actually. I came back from the mission and was waiting around for when you got back from your trip tonight and- well. You were the one that introduced me to the joys of stress-baking.”

A timer went off behind them and Jazz scrambled to throw on her oven mitts and pull two trays laden with molasses brown cookies out from the oven. They smelled amazing.

She be placed the trays on the burners of the stove, the countertop already occupied by another tray. And another tray. And two more trays on the island. And a large plate of cookies on the table. And another plate of cookies on the bar.

“Babe…” Jason tried to smother his smile as he looked around the the apartment. “How many batches of cookies did you make?”

Jazz blushed as she took off her mitts, her eyes darting around the room.

“I don’t know, like… four or five maybe?”

“Four or five maybe?” Jason laughed.

“Hey, I was stressed! And you weren’t back yet and I-,” she was cut off by Jason pulling her into a deep kiss. When he pulled back, he smiled wolfishly up at her.

“I love you Jazz.”

She hummed in response and pulled him into another kiss. And another. And another. Ancients, she had missed him.

———

God, I’ve missed her, Jason thought as he pulled away. He sighed.

“As much as I’d love to spend the night kissing you, I do have a meeting with my men planned tonight. I can cancel if you…”

“No, no,” Jazz reassured him. “I’m fine Jason. We can pick up where we left off when you get back,” she said looking down at him through her lashes, stroking the edge of his jaw with her thumb. Then she brightened as a thought popped into her head. “Actually, it’s great!” She rushed over to one of the cabinets.

“Huh?”

Jazz giggled. She pulled down a few plastic containers and began to fill them with cookies.

“You were the one to point out I made too many cookies. You can bring them to your meeting tonight- tell them it’s a welcome home present from me that I told you to share with them.”

“Aw what? I don’t even get to try one before you box them all up?”

Jazz rolled her eyes, passing him over two from a tray that was still cooling on the stove.

The cookie was still warm and soft as he bit into it, a bit of sweet smelling steam curling off its side.

It was…

It was…

It was perfect.

It was sweet and spicy, with bits of sugar and crystallized ginger sprinkled on top that melted in his mouth. But there was something else too. Some unnameable flavor that made Jason think of curling up with a favorite book on a rainy day, or the rush of joy he felt when he first put on the Robin costume all those years ago, or the humming satisfaction of a bullseye from 100 yards, or the bittersweet happiness of hugging Alfred for the first time after so many years apart. It tasted like home, and Jazz, and safety. It was a comforting cookie with just the right amount of bite. Jason groaned and practically shoved the other cookie in his mouth.

Jazz raised her eyebrows.

“Good?”

“Good? Jazz, these are amazing!”

Jazz’s smile widened as she blushed.

“Seriously Jazz, I don’t know how you did it, these are so good.” He went to reach for another and pouted when he realized she had packed them all away. How had she done that so fast?

“Don’t give me that look. You can have more when you get to your meeting. Now, shoo!” she said, handing him two bags filled to the brim with containers of cookies. “I’ve kept you here too long already.”

Jason smiled back on her.

“No such thing with you, darling.”

Her blush spread to the tips of her tapered ears.

“Oh Ancients, just go!” She pushed him towards the window, nearly unbalancing him with a third bag of cookies.

“Okay, okay I’m going! I’ll be home in a few hours. Love you,” he called from the fire escape.

“Love you too,” she echoed.

He allowed himself one last lovestruck look back at her before pulling on his helmet and grappling down to the alley where he left his bike. He felt a rush of satisfaction as his motorcycle purred to life beneath him and he pulled onto a busy Gotham street.

It was good to be home.

———

There was something evil in those bags.

Bill had worked as a goon, a minion, a henchman, whatever you call it, for quite some time now. That kind of work, in Gotham no less, gives a guy a sense for these sorts of things. Bill’s hands weren’t clean, hardly anybody from around here had that kind of luxury. He’d hauled fear toxin, wired bombs, and shot at far too many people to count. He’s not proud of a lot of the things he’s done. But it did give him a feel for when things don’t quite feel right.

And those bags didn’t feel right. They didn’t feel right at all.

Which was a surprise, considering Red Hood had been the one to put them on the table and declare them a “special surprise” for the end of the meeting.

Red Hood, despite his reputation, was a halfway decent guy. If he was ten years younger and ten times more naive, Bill might’ve even called him honorable. A good person, even. For a crime lord at least.

The thing with Red Hood was that he cared. He wanted their little hellhole to get better. Underneath all the guns and severed heads, he hid a hopeful optimism that was downright contagious once a fellow realized what it was. Bill could see it in how he paid for health insurance for his gang members, including the working girls. He could see it in how Red Hood set up safe injection sites in Crime Alley, where the people they sold to could shoot up without fearing an overdose. He could see it in how the boss arranged book and clothing swaps right at the start of the school year, where an anonymous donor would always just happen to leave thousands of dollars worth of brand new books and clothes every year. He saw it in the soup kitchens they delivered groceries to every weekend.

‘Course it wasn’t all charity and rainbows. There were drug deals, arms deals, gang wars, gun fights. Threats to keep his people in line that were far from empty. Territory disputes that ended in casualties and hard goodbyes.

But Bill never got the sense that their lives were disposable to Red Hood, like they were to most of the other rogues. The opposite actually. If you were from Crime Alley, you were his, and that meant something. If you were Red Hood’s you were protected.

So then why did he bring in something that felt like death? Bill wondered to himself.

A latecomer with a familiar buzz cut sat down next to him with a heavy thunk.

“Bill,” she grunted in greeting.

“Toni,” he grunted back.

She side-eyed the bags from across the room.

“What are those?” She asked gruffly.

“Dunno,” he responded. “Surprise, I guess.”

He could see the hairs on her arms raising the longer she looked at it. In a way, it was comforting to know he wasn’t the only one to feel the waves of evil emanating from those bags. He caught others nervously eyeing them as the meeting went on as well.

Finally, the last of his lieutenants had finished up their reports and Hood nodded in approval.

“Alright. Thank you everyone for keeping things in line while I was away. As a reward, my partner made something special for all of you.”

Partner? He couldn’t mean…

“As some of you may remember, Jazz has been learning to bake. I’ll admit, there were a few hiccups at first,” Red Hood chuckled as he started unloading containers from the bags, and Bill felt his stomach drop. “But I think she really hit it out of the park with this one. So! Everyone come up and take a cookie,” he said shaking a now open container of gingersnaps.

Oh no, Bill thought to himself.

The gang had learned about the boss’s girl a few months back when she came to drop off something Hood had forgotten at home. A sweet girl. Built like an Amazon. Dodged bullets like she was born walking through gunfire. Boss looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars, and honestly, Bill couldn’t blame him. She looked like the kind of gal that could throw a man through a wall and he’d say, “Thank you ma’am.” Could throw a woman too if the look on Toni’s face was any indication.

Not that Jazz ever would, sweet girl that she was. No, if she had a problem with you she was much more likely too sit you down and ask you about your childhood and how you were feeling. Bill knew most of the guys would rather be thrown through the wall.

But Bill knew one thing to be true, even before he’d met the woman.

You did not disrespect the boss’s girl.

Especially a boss like Red Hood’s.

So, with all the enthusiasm of prisoners on death row walking towards the electric chair, Red Hood’s goons shuffled up to the front, each taking a cookie as they passed by.

The aura of impending doom was even stronger now that Bill was holding one.

It smelled… fine? Good even. Like molasses and ginger and cinnamon. Maybe even a little lemony.

He screwed his courage and took a bite, swallowing quickly, before the taste could even register.

It was as he was taking another bite that the flavor really hit him.

The cookie didn’t just feel like death.

It tasted like it too.

It tasted like the cold press of a gun to the back of your head. It tasted like walking over freshly dried concrete and still being able to hear the screams of your buddy who’d been buried alive right where you now stood. It tasted like Joker venom as it twisted your face into a rictus grin and you couldn’t help but laugh and laugh at how you knew the Bats would never make it to you in time with the antidote. It tasted like the beeping of a bomb as a voice over the loudspeaker yelled “Riddle me this, Batman!” It tasted like a graveyard. It tasted like poison.

Had they been poisoned?

Bill looked around.

Everyone seemed to be handling the cookies differently. Some were completely unaffected, chowing down on the cookies no problem, though maybe with a slight grimace at the flavor. Others had expressions ranging from mild concern to downright terror as they either swallowed or tried to subtly spit mouthfuls of cookie into their hands.

“Jesus fuck,” muttered Toni. She was staring at her cookie in horror, a large bite taken out of it. “How is that a fucking flavor?”

Bill looked over at Red Hood, but he hardly seemed to have noticed the reactions of his crew. He’d taken his helmet off and was munching away at the cookies in his domino mask. He was… savoring them? He had a blissful expression as he bit into another cookie, like it was somehow the best tasting thing in the fucking world.

What the Hell was going on?

———

Danny called while Jazz was cleaning up the kitchen.

“Hey Danny,” she answered. “How’s the research going? Find anything yet?”

“Yeah actually,” he said. “You remember that time Spectra and Bertrand kidnapped our high school by infecting everyone with parasitic ghost bugs?”

“And everyone developed flu-like symptoms along with individualized ghost abilities?”

“Yup,” he said, popping the p. “Ok so, what these guys were doing with my DNA? It’s like that.”

Jazz stilled.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, they were looking into how to give humans ghost powers, without making them fully liminal. They were really close too, possibly even successful, it’s still not clear. Nothing was ever permanent, especially with how the GIW, er, I guess ex-GIW, has its employees get ecto-purged every few weeks to prevent them from becoming liminal from the build up of ecto-contamination.” Danny sighed.

“They had this substance, a powder apparently, that they formed into pills or dissolved and injected into their test subjects, and then the subjects would experience basic ghost abilities for up to two days afterward. Flight, intangibility, invisibility, that sort of thing.”

As Danny spoke, Jazz started rinsing out her mixing bowls in the sink and loading them into the dishwasher.

“Side effects included nausea, slowed heart rate, emotional dysregulation, anxiety, a sense of impending doom, and, in extreme cases, hallucinations and/or the delusion that one was already dead. The subjects weren’t great at controlling their powers either, but that was probably just inexperience rather than a side effect.”

“Okay,” Jazz prompted. “So what does that mean for us?”

“We don’t know yet,” said Danny. “I mean, obviously it’s not great that they were using my ectoplasm to make this stuff, but it honestly looks like it wasn’t shared outside of this one lab? Hopefully, at least. I guess the next thing we’ll need to do is bring the powder to Frostbite and have him analyze it.”

“Alright. Let me know what he says when you reach him.”

“Oh we can’t leave yet. You have the powder.”

Jazz froze.

“Wait, what?”

She could practically hear her little brother rolling his eyes.

“Remember? Me and Tuck handled the data and gadgets, Sam grabbed the paper documents, and you were supposed to grab the chemical samples?”

“Right. Right! I remember. I have them right here next to… my… gear…” Jazz trailed off as she looked over at the kitchen island.

There, uncapped next to her containers of cinnamon and ginger, was a shiny chrome container of a fluorescent green powder. A measuring spoon was sticking out of it. When she looked at the bowl she’d placed in the sink, she could see streaks of bright green powder along the side.

“Jazz? Jaaaaaazz- Earth to Jazz? I don’t like how you said that, you trailed off all ominous. Do you have the experiment or not?”

“Oh Ancients,” Jazz whispered as she realized what she’d done. “I’ve turned into our mother.”

“What???” yelled Danny.

DPxDC prompt - Poison cookies?

Anger Management (Jazz/Jason)

Established relationship - post reveals.

Jazz is trying a new cookie recipe and miscalculates and makes a fuck ton of cookies so she asks Jason if he could pass them along to his goons?

The cookies are not bad but they taste weird and some suspect they are actually poison, but if Red Hood says they are from his girlfriend/wife and she wants feedback, you have to eat them, or else

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Worth The Wait: Part One

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey so every one know that Jensen like Batman, so i have this ideas where the reader is Jensen wife and popular actress who is casted to play Cat woman with Robert Pattinson or other one and the reader never tell Jensen because she want to be a surprise or something like that and she bring him to the premiere where was the Batmobile and him was just fanboy? Fluffy between Jensen and reader 

Summary: You've been working on a movie you know Jensen will love to see, so you've managed to keep it from him until the world premiere. Now it's your chance to unveil the surprise.

Square Filled: hereditary for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: we're all gonna pretend that the movie Batman v Superman had Catwoman in it. okay? okay.

x

This all started when your great-grandmother got scouted to be in short films in the early 1900s. Actresses weren't a big thing back then but someone took one look at her and knew she was meant to be on the big screen, whatever that meant back then. She was known all throughout the state as a big-time actress even though all the things she was in were silent films. She had a great facial profile that really embodied everything she was thinking and feeling. She started young but that’s what people did back then. They started their professions at a young age.

When your grandmother was born in 1934, your great-grandmother was already moving on to bigger and better things. She starred in the movie It Happened One Night, The Thin Man, and MGM’s musical/romance adaptation of Cat and the Fiddle. Those were just to name a few. Your grandmother saw what she was doing and wanted to follow in her footsteps, doing everything she could do be in television, the big screen, and in theater.

She got her big break when she got cast in Treasure Island and Fantasia with Disney. She got acting gig after acting gig until she had your mother in 1954. She took a few years off to be with her family but got right back into it. Your mother had a knack for theater and did her time on Broadway more than she did in film. She starred in musicals like Applause, Fiddler on the Roof, Annie, Sweeny Todd, and Grease.

She had you in 1989, and you started singing and acting at a very young age. You got into commercials and TV shows from the get-go. Probably because you come from a line of Tony, Oscar, and Emmy winners. You tried not to let your line of succession lead you to getting good parts, but you’ve managed to get a small role in Jurrasic Park as a child, and into much bigger roles in Charlie’s Angels, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Saw I, Avatar, The Hunger Games, and many more.

You worked your ass off to be where you are today, and you’re actually working on putting your own album out because you’re striving to be the first EGOT winner in your family. You’ve gotten one Tony Award, too-many-to-count Oscars, and two Emmy awards.

To think you were the shy theater kid who only sang in front of people if you were starring in a play at school. After graduation, you got into a good acting school even though you didn’t really need it, but you still welcomed the challenge they put you through, even starring in most of the plays there. Now you’re a thirty-five-year-old woman with awards like no other, a husband who is just incredible, and an amazing career that is nowhere close to being done.

Your husband is also an actor, a big one for Supernatural. He’s been nothing short of amazing and you’re so proud of him and his work. It sucked at the beginning of his career since you two barely saw each other but the longer you did this, the more you settled into your own groove. You got to take the time off to be with each other a lot more.

You get to go to conventions with him and he gets to go to movie premieres with you. There is nothing you’d trade for this little life of yours. Speaking of movie premiers, you just got done filming your movie Batman vs Superman where you played Catwoman, but you refused to tell your husband anything about it. He is a big Batman fan, and if you were to surprise him with a Batman premier, he’d go feral. Jensen respected you enough to not go snooping when he knew you wanted this to be a surprise, and his friends respected you enough to not tell him about it.

Jenson has been bouncing in his seat since he entered the limo, and you’ve been watching with a wide smile on your face. When the limo gets to the red carpet, Jensen gasps at seeing everything Batman.

“Surprise! I’m Catwoman!”

“You got to be in a room with Batman?”

You two leave the Limo and smile at the cameras flashing in your face. Jensen doesn’t care if he looks like a little kid, he is going to be excited over anything Batman (even though you’re a tad more of a Marvel girl than DC). You’re trying to get in on one of their projects so fingers crossed! There is a section before the red carpet where people can take pictures with a real-life prop of the Batmobile.

Jensen loses his shit and rushes over with a giant smile on his face. You don’t care if a million people are watching or if it’s just you two, but you’ll always love the way he gets excited over things. He gets his picture taken with the Batmobile alone and then with you, and you pull him off to the side with a smile on your face.

“Is this a good surprise? Was it worth the wait?”

“So worth the wait. This is amazing.” Jensen leans in to kiss you but stops with a gasp. “Is that Michael Keaton?”

Jensen’s favorite Batman is Michael Keaton.

“Yeah, he showed up on set a few times. He’s a nice guy!”

“I’m nervous. Should I go up to him?”

“Yeah. He won’t bite,” you chuckle.

You escort Jensen over to Michael who is more than happy to talk to your husband. He hasn’t been this happy and excited in a while, and you’re glad to be part of it.

x

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[elitehanitje]

Vince McMahon Sabotaged Christian Cage's Career

In February 2009, Christian made his surprising return to WWE and debuted on the ECW brand. The moment was exciting for fans, as Christian had made a big name for himself during his nearly four-year stint with TNA Wrestling.

Some fans don't look back on the moment fondly though, as commentator Todd Grisham didn't have much enthusiasm in his voice for the return of a legend. As it turns out, Vince McMahon himself instructed Grisham to have a low demeanor about Christian's return to the company.

Right before I walked out of the Gorillia position before the show. Vince McMahon called me over and said, “When Christian walks out..don’t get excited at all simply say ‘it’s Christian’ and that’s it. Understand me?” Me: “Yes sir”

Tony Khan responded to Grisham's post, calling the behavior insane.

In a recent interview, Kurt Angle stated that there isn't much difference between Vince McMahon and the character of 'Mr. McMahon'.

Reacting to a post criticizing his commentary on X, Grisham recalled the infamous moment. The former WWE personality detailed how McMahon ordered him to say those exact words when Christian returned. Grisham could do nothing but accept and follow his boss’ instructions. Over the years, this moment has become a running online joke. 

For some reason, McMahon never saw Christian as a potential main-event talent in WWE. Therefore, Captain Charisma failed to reach similar heights as his best friend, Edge (Adam Copeland). Even after winning his first World Heavyweight Championship, the Canadian star ended up losing the belt in five days. 

The story reignited the long-standing debate around McMahon's supposed dislike of Christian (rumors mentioned that Jay wasn't a yes-man and didn't want to be involved with any shenanigans backstage involving Vince and his bullying/harassment way).

The latter was once one-half of his most profitable tag-team stable with Edge. However, following their diversion into single competitors, the former 'Captain Charisma' was never treated as a prized asset.

Former WWE star Lance Storm confirmed the official WWE program incorrectly billed Christian at 5’ 10” when the man whose real name is William Reso is 3-4 inches taller.

McMahon's old WWE lead writer Alex Greenfield later revealed the billionaire once pitched to have Christian's face covered by a blue dot.

"Right before I started, there was a big show, I think it might have been in Toronto. Christian was just so completely over, and everybody thought he was going to get a push at, I think it was the World Heavyweight Championship at that point. We were on the plane one time shortly after I started, and Vince was just like 'God damn, I just don't like his face. His face really bothers me.'

"I was like, 'He's ugly, Vince?'

'No, it's not that he's ugly, it's just, I don't know, it's ratty!"

WWE executive Bruce Pritchard even waded in on the theory, by explaining McMahon was never a major fan. "[Vince] didn’t feel that [Christian] had the personality to connect with the audience in a big way. He didn’t think he was larger than life and at that time Vince wanted the top guys needed to be larger than life. You needed to be The Rock, needed to be Stone Cold, you needed to be Undertaker. Every time you would come up with an idea for Edge or Christian it would be like okay, there is a lot of excitement there with Edge."

"‘Oh by God, we could do this with him. We could do this with him, a big good-looking bastard and then we’d get to Christian and it would just be, ‘Ugh, God, do we have to shoot him? Do we have to see that face? The fuck’s he gonna say?!’"

Even after winning his first World Heavyweight Championship, Christian ended up losing the belt within five days.

He inducted long-term partner Edge into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2012 but is conspicuous by his own absence from the list over a decade later. The veteran wasn't offered a new WWE contract following a separate return at the Royal Rumble in 2021.

He has since found a home in AEW under Tony Khan's leadership, who reacted to Grisham's story further in an additional post that read: "Christian Cage is the man."

[leoruby-draws]

hello hello hello

i just want to say i love your little drawings so much they're adorable and so full of life and everything feels exciting in them and i love how you draw and make really fun stuff for many of the minor characters, you're doing such a good job with them and it gives me so much joyy

Hi Hi Hi

Thanks for liking my stuff! Happy to bring you joy, drawing these brings me joy!

Also its fun to get into and draw minor characters because their reading lists are super short lol! But I like to give a little love to characters that most people might not know about, in fact here's some random drawings that I had in the back-burner for the past year! Never could find a chance to just post them:

Here's a cute drawing of Cyclone, Maxine Hunkle! Wanted to give her a cute costume makeover. Kinda has a magical girl look to it huh? Took a bit of inspiration from Ojamajo Doremi, but also she's meant to resemble Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz! Both the princess and the witch. I have a bit of idea of what I'm going do with her, but that's for later.

Got a drawing of Gan, Jason's friend from the Knight White books. Not sure if she exist in my Training Wheels au, but I like her a lot. Her rapport with Jason was fun to read.

Here it looks like the Outlaws are trying to recruit new members, from the Relative Heroes group, Damara Sinclaire (Allure) and Tyson Gilford (Blindside). They're not likely to join, preferring to stick with their own group. Just as well since Damara's powers might make things a rather chaotic, she doesn't need that drama in her life lol. Tho I like the thought of Tyson helping out now and then, his invisibility would be pretty useful.

Here's some random assortment of heroes, Ray Terrill the...Ray. Amethyst, tho top pic is uncolored (im lazy) but theres a Sailor Amethyst to make up for that.

There's the first Green Lantern (Alan Scott) with his kids,Jade (Jennifer Lynn Hayden) and Obsidian (Todd James Rice). Wonder why their babies here, de-aging mishap?

Jason and Toni gossip about their fellow teammates, and down below Jason decides to annoy a young Kyle Rayner. A universal constant!

Todd can't help but join in!

Also some cute father-son bonding! I sent this to someone else earlier, so imma just stick here too.

For a really minor character, here's Jay, Eddie and Rose meeting up with a very strange new friend!

And lastly here are the Metal Men, or should I say the mini-Metal Men. Read some comics about them, including a bit of silver age as well (they get destroyed pretty often, kinda funny ngl). I thought about what kinda sidekicks they could have, but I didn't want to look up metals or learn about metallurgy or chemistry or whatever. So I just made them smaller, its just temporary though, aren't they cute? Look at poor Copper, she just wants to join in!

Anyways, hope that wasn't too much, tagging all of this is gonna suck.

Sorry I haven't been posting, due to Tumblr being a pile of shit and trying give our stuff to ai websites. So I thought I would download nightshade and glaze, but that didn't work out at all (I got a new laptop but it still wont render for me at all). So I'm just gonna hope my opt-out in the settings will be enough for now. Sigh!

Hope you like all this anon, might be a while til I post again. Later!

[jewish-elphaba]

explain sweeney todd

oh goodie!! sorry this took possibly a year? I forgor

ok so the musical starts with the whole fucking cast going ONCE UPON A TIME there was this guy! he had weird eyes :) and then sweeney arrives

ACT 1

so this guy named anthony is a sailor who rescued sweeney which I guess makes sweeney his new dad ? and anyways they reach london and anthony is like ahh london 🥰 and sweeney is like ahh london 🤮🤮🤮 and anthony is like hold on my stuffs already here... and then the beggar woman sexually harasses them both ooh la la

and then for plot and exposition reasons I guess sweeney explains to the audience I mean to anthony that he used to be a barber but then this bitch judge turpin fell inlove with his wife and sent him to prison oh wow. oh and also he had a daughter named jooohaaaaaaannaaaaa. then he leaves and his first stop is fucking mrs lovetts fucking meat pie shop

so mrs lovett is like OOOH A MAN and her voice and her loins are READY to tell him how fucking awful her pies are and then sweeney asks to have the upstairs bc that's where he worked when he was normal. and she goes oooh careful that's where this guy used to live until his wife got stolen and raped and he got prisoned. and sweeney goes no fucking shit lady I'm that guy. so lovett goes "oksies won't tell anyone <3 btw your wife arseniced herself. I am implying that she's dead btw this is plot relevant. oh also turpin kidnapped your daughter"

so sweeney is like oh cool so I'm gonna fucking kill him then and lovett is like oh boy! you should use these here razors that used to be yours and are like the best ever. so yeah he becomes a barber again

meanwhile anthony is walking by a window and oh wow whos that gorgeous lady singing in the window SPOILER ALERT ITS SWEENEY TODDS DAUGHTRT JOHANNA and he's like fuck yeah I'm gonna steal that bitch but turpin and his slimy ass little minion beadle chase him off but he still is like IM STEALING HER GODDAMMIT

oksies so now tobias the street urchin is advertising adolfo pirellis magical hair growth elixir and sweeney shows up takes one sniff and goes ITS FUCKEN PISS which.it is. it is fucken piss. so pirelli comes out and is like YOU WANNA GO? IM READY TO FIGHT ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT? I WILL TAKE YOU OUT BACK AND SHOOT YOU I SWEAR TO GOD and then sweeney kicks his ass in a shaving contest and offers turpin's slimy little henchman a free shave

anyways turpin is like. ok so yk how I'm your father kind of or at least that's what I'm telling you? and johanna goes ya. and he goes GREAT so I'm marrying you. and for some reason johanna is against this idea??? hmm.

ok back at the combination pie shop hair parlor anthony plans to elope with johanna and hide her there, and pirelli and toby come in and pirelli goes upstairs to threaten sweeney which ends in death and I think you can guess who died meanwhile lovett adopts toby in the pie shop

oksies turpin comes in for a shave bc he wants to look fresh for johanna and before sween can kill him fucken tony runs in and explains his plan to get johanna and turpin storms! off!!! and then sween is like oh ok so this means that everyone ever should die ! and then he and lovett hatch a plan to kill people and then make them into meat pies <3

Act 2

oksies so everybody loves the murder food and sween built himself a fun little murder chair and offs people on the regular and somehow noone questions it

meanwhile tony finds johanna in an asylum where she's hidden until she marries turpin and then he escapes before beadle can doink his shit in (thanks @resident-dumb-fuck ) and meanwhile lovett is fantasizing moving to the seaside with sweeney and their adopted son toby

anyways tony asks for help with johanna and sween says to pose as a wigmaker who wants her hair and he goes ok thumbsup. but WAIT! he's just the bait for the trap to lure turpin in so sween can kill him

so toby is getting suspicious of sweeney and so he goes mommyyyy I think your boyfriend is killing. and lovett goes sure dear eat your pie <3 and then teaches him how to use the meat grinder and then locks him in the basement to shield him from the Horrors what a good mom. but alas, he finds a fingernail in his pie oh and also sweeneh just killed beadle so his corpse tumbles into the basement so um. jig is up. so sweeney and lovett decide to kill their son :(

so tony shows up at the asylum but johanna BLOWS HIS FUCKING COVER WTF GIRL WE'RE ON TBE SAME TEAM so he has to gun-threaten the asylum owner and then OOPS they killt him. and then they leave.

tony leaves johanna at the barber shop so he can hitch them a ride but then johanna hears the beggar woman coming in and hides. the sweeney comes in and she's like oh I know you and so naturally he kills her. then turpin comes in looking for johanna and just before sweeney slits his throat turpin recognizes him! ah well, he's dead now.

*seth rudetsky anywho* ANYwho, sween finds johanna and tries to kill her but it doesn't work and then he goes downstairs to the basement where lovett is trying to hide the beggar woman's body. hmm wonder why

so sweeney sees this and figures out that the beggar woman was his old wife and that mrs lovett lied on omission so he kills her about it furnace style. and then toby comes in and kills sweeney. wow theyre just letting anyone be a murderer these days arent they

[bewitchingbaker]

Chris, please rate the Candyman movies if you can.

A chuckle escapes the baker's lips, hand rubbing his beard with a smile. Candyman? As a whole? The young Luna had nothing but love for the series and he loved most of them. But even he had to admit that some weren't as good as the other ones.

"Man, let me tell yall about some Candyman," his voice imitating his uncle before laughing. "Alright I can rate them in order."

He counts on his fingers.

"So...Imma gonna rate Candyman from 1992 as a 4. Good perfomances, nice spooky story with a nice hidden message. Plus, its a nice picture of 90's cinema. Plus Tony Todd at his most attractive. Doesn't get a 5 because they killed off Bernadette."

"Candyman 2? It gets a 3. Good ideas but that story had me and Jess dozing off. I kind of hate that they give us an orgin? I don't know I like the fact we knew very little about the Candyman. But it's a good watch. "

"Candyman 3? 3 and half. Again good ideas but still slow plus it was straight to dvd so it was a little cheap looking."

"Now 2021 Candyman?" he rubs his chin. "4? I know not alot of people liked it and it was a little unfocused but I enjoyed it. I wish they would have made Teyonah Parris the lead though. Her story was more interesting and could have been the focus on the movie. But they're all good."

[chronic-boogara]

𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎➜

part one of the woobification of slasher villains! and who better than to start with stu macher my favorite ghost face :) and i just KNOW there’s gonna be people seeing these and getting in my ass bc they “killed people” and all..and to that i’d like to say it was a movie babes. relax

stu is not really the jealous type but when he sees you walking out with the new guy everyones been talking about he can’t help but feel a little dejected.

(pretty much just fluff ? no real warnings)

stu watched nervously from his spot on the bench as y/n exited school ,the new boy right beside her smiling and laughing. she was over 15 minutes later than usual. they always met at the same time every day. and stu did not like breaking such habits

looking closer he realized that he in fact recognized him from his geometry course. he rarely attended class so he was not sure of his name but if his memory serves him correctly his name was todd.

he was the charming type. he played on the football team and used the fact he was still new to this school as a way to lure girls into his trap. the type steal your girl right from under your nose just to fuck her and dump her like trash. or at least that’s what sydney had told him. he wouldn’t be too shocked if she was right.

as the two approached hw found himself studying the boys face. he didn’t see what was so special about him. sure he was six foot tall and was pure muscle with handsome face to match. and his raven black hair framed his face perfectly so what ? todd wasn’t anything special

his knee was bouncing uncontrollably by now. he wished he could run over and take you into his arms. show that stupid jock who she belongs to.

oh how he wanted to see blood pouring out of his throat,watching the look in his victims eyes as he ripped his innards from the gaping hole in his abdomen. the agony shining in his eyes.

but he knew if he acted upon his thoughts he’d come across as some sort of crazy person , which he was but y/n didn’t need to know that yet.

her gaze fell upon him and she quicky waved goodbye , making her way in his direction.

“ill see you tomorrow tony” she smiled and waved. stu felt a pang in his heart.

“i should have known you’d be out before me since you cut all day” she laughed ,sitting down next to him , laying her head on his shoulder. “i really do wish you would start coming to class…i miss seeing you in the halls”.

“mmhm” he nodded trying to keep his words in his mouth. it was physically hurting him at this point. he wanted- no he needed to express all these pent up feelings for her.

“don’t “mhm”me. you have to graduate so we can leave this town and explore the world together like we planned. we’ll be free like birds or something dumb like that”.

he just nodded , avoiding eye contact. the voices were screaming at him.

“okay ill ask. what’s wro-“.

“y/n say you’re mine…please i just-i just need to hear it”

her smiled faded for a moment as if she was unsure of what to say. “that was sudden…but yes i am yours stu. i always have been , you know that. whats yo with you today ? what’s got you so on edge”?

he didn’t realize he was holding his breath till he let out a deep sigh of relief. “i’m sorry y/n. i worry about losing you sometimes”. he basically just lied through his teeth. he LOVED her. he needed her to live,she was basically his oxygen at this point. stu wasn’t ready to admit it but his love turning into an obsession.

“stu you’re such a dummy sometimes. you know i would never choose tony over you. i like you and you only. i promise”. she said with a smile gently placing a kiss on his forehead.

“you have no idea y/n…i needed to hear that”. He wrapped his arm around you. “Wanna go over to Billy’s and watch a movie”?

she nodded , happy that her boyfriend was acting normal again. she wasn’t ready to say it out loud but the feelings she harbored towards him were strong. any time before stu didn’t matter.

“yeah! that sounds like fun”.

i love this man sm my GOD i’m gonna start writing for him more.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙔 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

∘ request(s):

Ooh maybe edgy!karl teaching skateboarding :o. I’m also in uni and I remember my first frat party was quite interesting 😂 -🦋

ahhhh part four of your edgy karl was soooo good!!! could i get jealous karl? maybe someone else is hitting on the reader at a party

please please please more edgy!karl if u can. like maybe where him and reader get into a fight because he gets like jealous and he just shows the reader who they belong to fjsjjsj thankyouuu !! 🤍🪐 x

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, light bdsm, jealous, somewhat toxic behavior, crude language, frat boys (again), mentions of masterbation, biting, domination, spanking

∘ word count: ~3200

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

a/n: not me having to watch daddy tony hawk tutorials for this bc I'm uncultured and only skateboarded for like three months when I was 14 :)))

thank you for all the requests (especially 🦋 ily). if any of you have ideas for what I should call this series, lemme know! as always, have a great week and happy reading :)

♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

The parking lot behind the campus union was barren. The morning dew in the air left a sweet smell to combine with Karl’s cologne as he walked beside you, his arm bumping yours as he listened to you nervously ramble on about one of your classes. You weren’t sure why, but the thought of falling on your ass in front of Karl terrified you more than anything. This man had degraded you and made you completely submit to him in the past, yet you were worried that not being able to master his ~craft~ would ruin his image of you. 

He dropped his skateboard, his feet settling on it lazily as he rolled beside you. You watched quietly as he stopped, kicking his foot down on the front of his board so it popped into his hand. “You won’t fall. I’ve got you,” he joshed, tugging on your hand so you were in front of him. 

He set the board down, his hands going to your hips as you stepped on it. His fingers dipped under the hem of your sweatshirt, your skin lighting up at his touch as if his hands belonged on you. “You look like an anemic Victorian boy. I don’t trust you as a safety net,” you grumbled, your hands covering his. You knew, roughly, how to skate from a middle school phase you had. Karl only promised to teach you a few tricks, but to say you were rusty would be an understatement. 

He chuckled darkly, nudging you closer to the middle of the board and peering over your shoulder to look at your stance. “I’ve fucked you without your feet touching the floor. I think I can catch you before you hit the ground, baby,” he chided, making you scoff. 

Your cheeks flushed with heat at his words. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you mumbled. He instructed you on how to kick the board up to where you needed it. His words were simple and almost plain like he knew you could figure it out. You attempted to push the board up, but crashed into Karl’s arms, your back thumping against his chest. 

He giggled slightly as he straightened you up, setting you back on the board as his foot kept it from rolling out from under you. His hands hovered over your hips again as he moved his foot, leaving you to balance on your own. “If you fall correctly, people will just think you were giving really good head,” he jested. You shoved his arms away at his words as he laughed at his own joke. 

You attempted a few more times and nearly had it down before Karl’s hands were on your hips again, giving you further instructions. You fought not to smile as his breath ghosted against your neck. You knew he cared about teaching you something that---on paper---was seemingly so easy, but his vulgar teasing was beginning to swarm your head. With his next steps set as your goal as well as the feeling of his hold on you, you kicked the board up and attempted to jump with it. While your brain was up to speed, your feet weren’t, sending the board out from beneath you and you to fall into its place. 

Karl snorted as choked back a laugh at you scrapping your hands on the concrete. “Come on, don’t be a pussy. Try again,” he chided, voice uneven and laced with whatever dark humor he was getting from watching you do this. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, letting him tug you up in front of him. As you wobbled on the board once again, you let his hands dig into your sides. Obviously, it seemed that he actually was worried about dropping you again, despite the fact that he was holding back some kind of sick laugh. “You would be great at teaching a kid how to ride a bike,” you quipped, the fact that he called you a pussy seeping into your mind. 

You gasped slightly as you slipped again, this time Karl’s arms wrapping around you tightly, pressing your body against his. “Awe, you want me to put a baby in you, pet?” He jeered with his lips near your ear. You shrugged out of his grip, breaking up your indecent thoughts at his comment. 

You could feel the heat rising to your ears as you balanced on his skateboard again. “Stop, you perv,” you deflected, hoping he couldn’t tell how hard you were having to bite back a smirk. 

After your skateboarding escapades, you sat typing away at your computer, Karl occasionally looking over his phone to peer at you. His legs were thrown lazily on either side of you as he stretched out on his pillows. 

An alarm went off on Karl’s phone, startling you in the process. He fought against smirking at your surprise as he sat up, crawling over to you. “Okay, I gave you two hours,” he stated, leaning forward to press his lips against yours and gently close your computer. The taste of him on your tongue was like a drug for you, leaving you constantly wanting more. 

You smirked into his kiss as your brain finally caught up with you. “I hope that document saved, asshole,” you groaned, pushing him back into his pillows as he chuckled at you. His fingers dragged up the length of your thighs, squeezing the flesh in his hands as you straddled him. “Fucking weirdo, timing me. Who are you, my dad?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his neck and digging your fingers into his hair. 

He moaned lowly, grinding against you. “Oh fuck yeah. Call me daddy,” he cantered. 

“No,” you answered simply. You sat up, reaching over to his top drawer in search of protection, but running your fingers over a lacy garment instead. Your brows knitted together as your gaze shot to the drawer, your underpants dangling from your finger. Karl tucked his hands behind his head, looking up at you nonchalantly as your mind flashed with memories of your time in the bathroom. 

Before you had the opportunity to ask him what he was still doing with them, his door popped open to reveal one of Karl’s roommates, his name beginning with a D but slipping your mind. “What are you guys doing in here?” He asked with a rather dopey smile, gesturing to Karl still between your legs. “Everyone’s downstairs, come on.” You and Karl shared a look as he left. 

You leaned back down to him, kissing him briefly before pressing your lips to his neck again. “Wanna come over instead?” You suggested softly, your lips ghosting over his ear. 

Karl loped down the stairs in front of you, a heavy layer of smoke hanging in the air above your heads. A mass of people crammed themselves together, finding solace in each other after the long week. If you weren’t so hung up on getting into Karl’s pants, you might have considered joining them. 

Before the two of you could reach the door, someone called out for Karl. Their voice boomed over the loudness of the music, making Karl wince slightly. His face flattened into a frown as “Todd” waved at the two of you. Karl took a few slugging steps to stand close enough to Todd’s group that they wouldn’t have to yell at each other. You settled your hand on Karl’s hip as you wrapped your hand around his waist, leaning against him. Todd’s eyes traced over you. 

He wet his lips. “You guys leaving already?” He asked, leaning back in his chair and accepting the joint offered to him. From an outsider’s perspective, he looked like the king of the castle. Luckily, you knew better. “Come on, play a game with us!” He suggested, patting the empty spot beside him. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell Karl was rolling his eyes. “I got a seat warmed up for you, baby girl,” he nodded towards you. 

You perked an eyebrow in his direction and Karl slipped his hand into yours nonchalantly. “Thanks, but no,” Karl stated. 

“Come on, Karl. Don’t make me pull pin.” At Todd’s words, Karl groaned reluctantly, the sound barely audible. You furrowed your brows at him. “Fifteen minutes. We were gonna play Never Have I Ever.” 

You leaned towards Karl. “What’s pulling pin?” You mumbled. 

“Flexing rank,” he grunted back. He tugged you with him to join the group. Before you could sit down, Todd pulled you into the spot beside him. You laughed nervously, watching as Karl’s features darkened as he sat across from the two of you. Todd handed you a drink, which you took but avoided sipping out of. 

A boy beside Karl piped up. “Okay, so never have I ever graduated high school. My degree is literally fake.” The boy smiled before taking a drink, making you giggle slightly. Todd draped his arm around the back of the couch where you were sitting. He wasn’t touching you exactly but every ounce of his being was getting under Karl’s skin. 

Todd smugly shook his head. “No, Zeke. Those aren’t the rules. You have to say something that’s not true about you. Like…” he trailed off slightly, his gaze settling on you before his mouth twisted into a smirk. “Never have I ever slashed someone’s tires.” 

You humored him with a subtle smile as if to ask if he was serious. He gestured towards Karl, who took a drink. You bit back a grin. “Well, never have I ever masturbated to a girl my roommate’s sleeping with,” Karl retaliated. Your eyes grew wide, suddenly happy to watch the event unfold before you. 

Todd took a drink after glaring at Karl. He leaned closer to you, this time his arm dropped to pull you against his side. “Do you wanna take a turn?” You shook your head, flashing your eyes to Karl before looping your fingers with Todd’s. Karl chewed the inside of his cheek, looking like he was holding back another laugh. “Alright, I’ll go.” Todd brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your palm. “Ah, I know. Never have I ever betrayed the secret oath of the frat and called the police.” 

Karl took another sip, his eyes on you. “Yeah, because never have I ever set the house on fire trying to light a bong,” he answered, making you snort. 

You let your free hand settle on Todd’s knee. “Awe, I’d light your bong for you,” you chided, making Todd laugh as he took a drink. 

“I bet you could do a lot for me, Princess,” he flirted, his lips nearing your ear. You raised your eyebrows in Karl’s direction, who was sitting with his chin in his hand. His expression was darkly entertained as you flirted with Todd. “Speaking of,” Todd looked to Karl again. “Never have I ever fucked someone on my roommate’s bed,” he teased, tucking his nose in the crook of your neck. 

Karl smirked. “You’re right, you probably haven’t,” he stated simply, downing the rest of his drink. Todd tensed slightly beside you. Karl stood, ruffling the hair of one of the other Brothers that were in the group before holding his hand out for you to take. As the two of you left, you heard one of the guys whistle and say something about never having peed in a pool before. 

As the two of you left the house, you walked in time with Karl’s heavy steps, swinging your entwined hands as if you were completely oblivious. “I can’t believe I made you jealous,” you taunted. You could practically see the steam rolling off his shoulders as he opened the passenger car door for you. Before you could slip into the seat, Karl’s hand gripped the back of your neck, bringing you to press your lips roughly against his. He pinned you between him and the cool metal of the car as the taste of beer spread across your tongue. 

His fingers dug into your hips, his other hand tightening around your throat. The coolness of his tongue ring was a welcomed sensation as you attempted to find friction against his hips. Your fingers moved to close around his wrist as he pulled away, leaving you gasping for air. His face was expressionless as his gaze danced from your lips to your eyes. “I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you for the way you acted,” he ribbed, stepping away from you. 

You nearly slid down the side of the car at his words. “Okay,” you whispered, heat rising to your cheeks and ultimately to your core. 

Karl’s calm exterior followed you until you finally got your apartment door open. Karl pinned you against the wood of your bedroom door, reaching to twist the lock as his lips began to commandeer your own. His hands dragged up your thighs beneath your skirt, squeezing at the flesh roughly. He yanked your shirt off, grinding his hips up and against yours as his teeth moved to nip at the skin of your neck before returning to badger your lips. 

The taste of beer on his lips blended with your flavored chapstick as your tongue slipped into his mouth. In a mess of tugging and biting each other, your body melted into his rough grasp. You wanted whatever repercussions his twisted mind could come up with. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you. You fought against diving your hands into his jeans to beg him to continue, but he broke away from you as you fought to catch your breath. 

Your lips were buzzing as the feeling of him still lingered. He brought his hand up to your jaw, tipping your chin up to him. “Fucking slut,” the devil’s grin painted across his face before he continued, pressing his lips against yours once more, his grin dragging your bottom lip between his teeth. “You act like I don’t fucking own you,” he nearly growled, his face hovering over yours as his hand squeezed your throat. You moaned quietly as he regulated your breathing with his hand. You wanted to drink in his dark, commanding appearance. 

He pushed you back on the bed, making you instinctively crawl up towards the pillows. He smirked slightly, undoing his belt and slipping it into his hands. He put the garment on your bedside table. After tugging his shirt off, he was on top of you again, pushing you into the pillows and the fluffy comforter. Karl’s lips seared yours, showing you how much command he had over your body. He ground his hips against yours, the fabric of his jeans digging into you to elicit a moan echo from your mouth. You could feel his erection hardening against your leg, the tension deep within you tightening at the prospect of what he was going to do to you. 

His fingers tugged at your skirt, gripping the material in his fist and dragging it down your body as if it was nothing. He flipped you, your elbows crowding the pillows as you felt him sit on your back, snapping the belt in his hands again. You let out a short breath as Karl’s nails raked up your back before his fingers dipped in your hair, tugging your head back to look at him. “I want you to scream my name tonight,” he groaned. You obliged as he dropped his grip on you. 

He pulled your wrists between the bars of your headboard before binding you to the metal with his belt, yanking the leather to sinch against your skin. He dropped his head to press his lips against your shoulder, a tender nod of affection you knew would be the last. You leaned on your side to watch him sit back on his knees to unbutton his jeans. “Be gentle,” you leered, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth to fight your grin again as you watched him spit into his hand and stroke himself in preparation.

He chuckled. “I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” he murmured darkly through a smirk. He pulled your hips up and against his own, forcing your face into the mattress. Your hands tightened around the metal bars, as he angled himself at your entrance before driving himself into with an act of force you knew you deserved. A moan of his name slipped past your lips as his fingers dug into your hips, thrusting into you to drive himself deeper into you. “That’s right. I want the neighbors to know who’s fucking you,” he groaned, snapping his hips against yours. 

Moans of pure bliss escaped your lips as his head neared yours. Karl used your hips as leverage for his unwavering pace, leaving you a mess of pleasure beneath him. His lips found their way to your neck as he nipped against the sensitive skin. You wanted him to mark you, to claim you, and he deserved to. His hand from your hair became wrapped around your throat as he began to reach his peak. 

His hand slapped your ass with such force you knew there was a handprint, but you were too overwhelmed with the noises escaping his lips and your climax threatened to disobey your control to be concerned with the sting. If anything it threatened to push you over the edge. Your hands pulled against the leather of his belt as he pounded into you. 

Your toes began to curl as he leaned over you, his breath fanning against your shoulder as you bit back heavy moans of pleasure. Karl’s hand was knotted in your hair again, his other fisting the sheets beside you. “Who’s making you feel this good? Huh?” You moaned out his name as he punctuated his sentence with the thrusts of his hips. “That’s right, you fucking slut.” You tightened around him, your orgasm sweeping over you with an element of shock. 

You could practically hear Karl’s smirk as he moaned at the sight of you coming undone beneath him. He continued to ride you, finishing rather abruptly. He pressed his lips between your shoulder blades before loosening the belt around your wrists. Your back popped as you were finally able to move freely. He bit back a chuckle as you gingerly snuggled beneath the covers beside him. You slipped your hand across his torso, hugging his side against your chest as he rested an arm behind your head. 

As you laid your head on his chest, his heartbeat began to steady, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin. “I’d rather eat my own feet than sleep with Todd, you know,” you croaked, realizing just how much your voice was weakening, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

Karl chuckled softly. “Me too,” he commented, making you smile slightly. “I’m actually…” he paused slightly before continuing as if searching for what he wanted to say exactly. “I’m actually not sleeping with anyone else.” 

You couldn’t fight the smile spreading across your face. “I’m not either.” You hugged him tighter, letting his fingers twirl into your hair. “I’m good with you.” 

“I’m good with you, too,” he mirrored, a smirk evident in his voice as his other hand traced over the red marks on your wrists from his belt. 

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@mrwinemaker @madsbbg @idiotinnit @xxtakechancesxx

[raineydays411]

Best of Friends 7

Peter Parker X reader, Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason and his family finally go back to Gotham, but will Peters and Y/n's relationship recover or become worse?

It's been a week since the Waynes have left New York. Ever since then you have been lonely.

You got used to being followed everywhere by Jason and his brothers, and you missed their constant brotherly bickering. But most of all, you missed your best friend, Peter Parker.

Ever since that night at the carnival, your relationship has never been the same. Every time you saw each other within the week Jason was here, Peter either gave you the cold shoulder or was cold to you, only speaking to you when necessary. It was infuriating.

Especially because you did nothing wrong. You cannot for the life of you recall a moment where you did anything to warrant this behavior from Peter. And it makes you sad. Peter was you best friend. Hell he was you're only friend for a while. You even thought the two of you would become more than friends. But apparently not.

So there you were, sitting in your room mourning the friendship you think you lost.

Your pain was so obvious that the whole team saw it. And they were worried about you.

"Maybe I should go talk to her.." Tony said, hearing you cry for the third time that day.

"Yeah, and we'll find that Parker kid." Natasha said with Bucky and Wanda flanking her sides. All three exuding a cold aura.

The rest of the team shuddered at the sight. Knowing that Peter might not come to the tower unscathed, Tony shook his head

"No, the kids a good intern. Cap do you mind...?"

"I'm on it. Come on, Buck."

Steve was your self-declared god father. He hated seeing you in pain.

"Maruchan Candidate stays here." Tony says exasperdley, " You just got pardoned for murder, remember?"

Bucky huffed and plopped down on the couch. Sending a glare to Tony that had him rushing to the stairs.

"Ok..I'm gonna go talk to Y/n now.."

Once up the stairs he lets out a sigh of relief, "I cannot believe I let him live here."

He heads to your room, heart hurting as he hears your sniffles and cries increase. But then he hears a male voice in your room.

"Aw come on Printsessa, don't cry!"

Pietro.

Tony prayed this day would never come.

"I just don't understand, I didn't do anything..." You cry, voice breaking.

"Oh of course you didn't. You were the perfect friend." Pietro coos, " Come now, it pains me to see such a pretty girl cry"

Okay that was the last straw.

Tony rushed to the room and knocked on the door before marching in.

"Y/n! I came to see how you're feeling." Tony says loudly. He pauses to get a good look at the scene in front of him.

Pietro sat next to his weeping daughter, stroking her hair as she buries her face into a pillow. Pietro senses Tony's unease and stands, patting you on the head, ' I'll go get you some more tissue okay?"

And with that he zooms off. Tony rolls his eyes and takes his spot next to you.

"How are you feeling Kiddo?" He asks softly.

You sniffle, and look up from your pillow, " Daddy I don't know why he won't talk to me."

Tony frowns, knowing you only call him "daddy" when you're truly upset.

"Oh kid, Peter's probably going through something...it has nothing to do with you.."

"That's not true! He only refuses to talk to me. Ever since he asked out Liz, he hates me!" You cried, throwing yourself into your fathers arms.

He hugs you back, placing his chin on your head. Letting you cry into his shirt.

He sighs, wondering how he got caught up in this teen drama.

"Maybe you both should just talk it out." Tony suggests

"How am I supposed to talk it out if he won't talk to me!" You shout, ripping yourself from his arms and back into the comfort of your blankets. Tony panics, he really wasn't used to the drama.

"Sir, Peter Parker is in the common room."

Friday reports, comically sounding annoyed at the boys presence.

You look at your father in betrayal, "You brought him here!"

"Y/n..come on let's go talk-" "No!" you cried, " Why should I be the one to make with him? He's the one with the problem!"

"Kid.."

"NO just leave me alone." You say sadly, turning your back on the man.

Tony sighs again, really not used to this drama. He makes his way down the hallway, and into the common room. There he saw Peter, sitting petrified on the couch as the rest of the Avengers glared at him from around the room.

"Hi Spiderman." Tony says in a sarcastic voice.

"M-Mr. Stark." Peter says quickly standing up, "S-sir, I-"

Tony holds up a hand, cutting the boy off. Then he turns to Pietro and Wanda.

"It seems that m daughter needs some..extra comfort. If you two don't mind.."

They nod and walk to the room, glares making Peter want to pee his pants.

"I don't remember them being so close." Tony mutters, " Anyway, come walk with me Peter."

Peter scurries next to his mentor. Shrinking when he has to pass Nat, Steve, and Bucky.

"Um..did you need me for something sir..."

"Why is my daughter upset Parker."

"...what?"

"Why. is. my. daughter. upset?"

"I..I don't"

"Because, my little girl is up in her room, crying over a boy. do you know who that boy is?"

"Probably Jason Todd." Peter mutters

Oh. oh, that makes perfect sense.

"You're jealous." Tony says as if he made an epiphany.

"What? Mr. Stark don't be silly I-"

"No, you were jealous of Jason and Y/n."Tony states, " Peter Parker are you in love with my daughter?"

"wh-WHaT?" Peter squeaks out.

No. No of course he's not in love with you. You were his best friend for crying out loud.

"Oh? Then why are you mad at Y/n? Hmm? She says you've been mad since the carnival. "

Because he hated seeing you with him. He hated how this other guy made you look so happy. How comfortable you were with him, just like you were with Peter. Because Peter wanted to be the only one.

Oh shit...

"I'm in love with Y/n..." He whispers to himself.

Tony smirks, " Yeah kid, I know."

"Oh my god.."

"Listen kid, I'm not fond of my little girl being in a relationship. But she's in her room crying her eyes out, because her best friend, YOU won't talk to her. So I need you to go and have that hallmark moment and make up with each other."

Peter's heart breaks, he hates the idea of making you cry. Maybe he should of thought about that before ignoring you like that.

"Right. " Peter squares his shoulders and prepares to walk to you room.

"Woah" Tony says, grabbing him by the shoulder, " If she doesn't forgive you, you leave her alone."

"Wh-what?"

"Pete, I like you. I do, but Y/n is my daughter, and me and Pepper raised her to never let a man...or uh boy, to make her feel the way she does now."

"R-right..I get it. I need to talk to her."

"Okay, go for it kid. Just...don't mess up again, please. I can only handle so much drama."

"Right." He nods. He heads to your room, hands sweating as guilt swelled in his heart. He didn't mean to act like a douche. He really didn't.. it's just that, when he saw you with Jason it hurt. And then every time he would see you, he can see the way you cuddled with Jason on the couch. And how he looked at you, the same way Peter looked at you.

He reached the door to your room, and heard the conversation you were having with Wanda.

"I just..don't know what to do ..."

"Y/n you do not need to do anything. What you need to do is text Jason and go on a date."

No.

"Or you can go on a date with me~" SMACK "OW Wanda"

No.

"I can't do that...me and Jay-"

"You and the Wayne boy have a connection. We saw it."

"But...Me and Peter had a connection."

"Yeah until he ruined it." "Pietro!"

"No he's right." You sigh, " I haven't even seen Peter in a week and every time I do he glares at me."

"Exactly. So you know what you have to do."

A silent pause. Then Peter heard you sigh and say

"Okay I'll text him."

Oh hell no. Peter burst into your room, "Y/nIMSORRYI'MAJERKPLEASEDONTSTOBEINGMYFRIENDANDPLEASEDON'TGOOUTWITHJASON!!"

You, Wanda, and Pietro jumped, turning to the door where Peter just busted in.

"Peter? what?"

"He's lost it, I'll take him out."

"PIETRO" "What?"

"Y/n...I'm so sorry." Peter says softly, "You're my best friend. The one person that...that I really trust. I love spending time with you. ANd how you're face looks when you're watching movies. I love how competitive you get when we play board games"

"Oh barf!" "Pietro!"

"Peter you really hurt me..."

"I know, and I'm so sorry. I just..." Peter sighs, " I was just...I was jealous. You and Jason were so close and...and I thought he'd take you away from me..and I- I'm so sorry."

You stay quiet, digesting what Peter just told you.

"Peter I...I"

"Let me take you out."Peter says quickly.

"What? Pete maybe that's not such a good idea..."

"Please? I wanna make it up to you. Just you and me."

You look at Wanda and she shrugs, leaving it up to you,

"Alright. This is your last chance."

"Awesome."

[ifliamsmile]

Once Upon a Dream - Dick Grayson Imagine (You'll love me at once, The way you did once upon a dream)

pairing: Dick Grayson x Titan! (Preg!Wifey!Reader)

request¹: When Trigon is controlling Dick, he sees Y / n as his wife instead of Dawn. So he tells Y / n what he saw.

request²: Can you write something about Dick and y/n being pregnant and he is protective over her and the baby? Thanks

notes: I joined these two lovely requests together because I thought they fit pretty well I’m so sorry the delay, I’m back at college and doing both is pretty hard but i did my very best. hope you enjoy it xxxx<3 y/e/c: your eye color

y/n/n: your nickname

“Good dreams, big boy.” I said as I put my son to sleep after telling him all the stories he asked me to. John wasn’t a hard-to-deal kid, he reminded me a lot of myself when I was younger, not the bad things, of course, only the good ones, although I wished he could inherit more of Y/n. Looking back at my past doesn’t make me that proud of who I was, but if I admire someone, it surely is my wife. 

Heading to our bedroom, I entered, immediately locking my eyes for more than a second with a pair of large, Y/E/C eyes set in a pretty face. Y/N was laying down in our bed, reading her book. It didn’t matter how many times I looked at her, she would always look as beautiful as ever. 

“Hey, Boy Wonder.” She greeted me with her specific -and so beloved by me- soft tone of voice.

“Hello, y/n/n” I took my shoes off, sitting in the bed, close to her. Her smell entered my nostrils as I placed a warm kiss on her neck. “How’s our baby and my wife doing?” I caressed her belly, trying to check on our kid as much as I could. Having John four years ago made me way more responsible and careful than I would imagine that I could be someday. Since it, my family had been all I cared for, the hero life didn’t need me as much as they did, or as much as I needed them too. 

“We’re doing fine, he didn’t kick me like yesterday so yes..we’re good for today” she told me with a smile on her face. “But my feet, god, they’re killing me” 

“Well, I think I can help you on this” I told her with a half smile 

“Yeah? Show me how then.” she said and i moved to the end of the bed, sitting with her feet in my laps while i started to massage it.

She left her book on her side, positioning comfortably through the pillows

“I already told you this but..you’re the best husband in the whole world” she said

“I know that, thank you” i said, mocking her 

“You’re so sassy, Grayson” we laughed together. I kept doing the massage for ten minutes when, in a matter of a second, we were interrupted by my phone ringing, showing Jason Todd on it’s screen. He was calling for a video call.

I didn’t talk to Jason for ages, what would he want now? 

I looked at Y/n and she nodded at me, pointing that I should answer and I did. She got back to read her book while I answered his call, but I knew my wife pretty well to know she was still listening.

“Hey, Jay. Long time no see” I said when his face showed up on the screen. He was different, surely not the same Jason I knew 5 years ago.

“Hey, man, not as good as you, I think.” He answered, showing his legs. He was sitting in a wheelchair, I got perplexed. What the hell did happen to him?

“Jason”  I had my hands covering my mouth after passing them through my hair. “What happened?”

“I was stupid. Totally my fault. Riddler and some guys were hitting jewelry stores late at night.” he spoke and I paid attention to every single word “Batman and I staked one out, caught them coming in. Should’ve gone down real simple, but I got too cocky. Big Surprise.” He had his head down, recognizing his mistakes.

“Went straight for him, Though I could take him down on my own. You know the Riddler never uses a gun?” 

I nodded at him, it was true, he never did.

“Well, now he does. Bullet hit on my t5 vertebra. I still have it here.”

“Jesus.. I’m so sorry for that.”

“Gotham’s gotten worse, man” He looked at me “Way fucking worse. Commissioner Gordon’s dead.”

“What?” I was completely astonished by what I heard. How the fuck did Bruce let it happen? 

“Three days ago. It was the joker, and it was bad. When Bruce finally found where he was. It was too late already.” he said “He’s going to kill the joker”

I felt Y/n’s intrigued eyes on me at this point. She knew Bruce almost too much like I did.

“He would never do that. Bruce has a line he’ll never cross” 

“Things have changed, Dick. Alfred Died, I got shot, Commissioner Gordon Died.” Too much information to my own good, I wish I could still be in peace with Yn in bed like I was some minutes ago.

“Why are you telling me all of that now?” I sighed.

“Because you’re the real Robin, man. Not me. He was never the same after you left. Alfred said it. Superman said it. You were the only one he ever listened to. Maybe the only one he cared about after his parents died.” I didn’t answer him this time, it was too much.

“You need to come back to Gotham and convince him not to do it.”

What? Come back to Gotham? 

“I can’t. I swore I’d never go back.I haven’t spoke to Bruce in years”

“The whole thing with Tony Zucco. You know what he’s going through. If he does it, there’s no coming back.” I looked back at him “He’s the only hero that Gotham has left.” he sighed “You’re the only one that could save him” 

He said and hung up, leaving me with innumerable thoughts, innumerable questions.

 I threw my phone at the sofa in front of the bed, getting up and running my hands through my hair. 

I felt a pair of arms hugging me from behind

“Dick.” I heard her voice “I’m here.”

“If bruce wants to do something, he’s gonna do it. We both know that.” I said turning around to look at her.  “He dresses up like a bat to fight crime. That works for him.” I spoke trying to show her my point of view, it was insane what Jason just told me.

“But this idea that I’m the only one that could save him? It’s bullshit.” I complemented, walking side to side in the room while she was looking calmly at me.

“Then, who?” she just asked

“What?” 

“Jim Gordon is dead. Alfred is dead. Barbara’s missing. He fell out with Superman years ago. He’s alone.” She told me, eye to eye.

“He’s always alone, Y/n.”

“Not when you’re around, Dick. How’re you going to feel if you don’t at least try?”

“Bruce Wayne is not my responsibility.” I raised my tone of voice, being hard at what I said. Damn. I knew I had fucked up the minute I said it, so I walked to her.

“I’m sorry.” I hugged her from behind just like she did some minutes ago. “After our baby, if he still hasn’t got shit together, I’ll go. I can’t leave the three of you alone here.” 

“Okay.” She said “Oh my god, Dick, he just kicked, he knows we’re talking about’im”

I smiled and moved my hands to her belly in an attempt to feel our son’s kick’s. It was crazy how much my family meant to me, remembering that I always loved Y/n and now, having a life built with her and calling her “wife” is the most peaceful feeling i’ve ever felt.

Our moment was interrupted by a little figure entering our bedroom. It was John with his sleepy face and his teddybear, “Growley” -which one Gar gave to him on his birthday- and we turned our attention to him.

“Hey buddy, couldn’t sleep?” I asked 

“Growley wants to go with you.” he told me 

“Go where, sweetie?” Y/n asked our older son.

“To Gotham City” He said and I laughed. Did he hear it all?

“Wow. Eavesdropping.” Y/n told me.

“But Growley is your favourite.” 

“He’ll protect you.” John said and left, heading to his room, sleeping again.

“Look honey.” Y/n turned to me, putting a hand on my face and I leaned at her touch, closing my eyes, she always had the power to put my shit together when I couldn’t.

“I know that your relationship with Bruce is more than complicated, and that the last time you saw each other you said some things..But he saved you, Dick.”

“What if you’re the only one who can save him back?” I scoff.

“Baby, that’s absurd.” I told her 

“But what if?” She asked me.

--

The next morning I was ready to take a plane to GC. I called Donna to keep here with Y/n until I got back. The bell rang and she was here. Me and Y/n went to receive our old friend.

“Hey Donn” Y/n greeted her.

“I missed you, sister.” The black haired girl answered my wife.

“Hey crazy chick. It’s good to see you. Thank you for coming.” I told her when she came to hug me.

“No problem, don’t worry, I’ll be taking a real good care of these three”

“I don’t doubt it”

We talked to each other and I was ready to leave.

“I’ll be back in a matter of a second, baby, I promise. I’ll have my phone close every time, call me if you need and i’ll be right back.”

“Dick, I’m the one who should be pretty worried by now, and believe me, I am, so please, take care in every moment of this, right?”

"Come on, it’s me. I’m good at this sort of stuff, remember?" I told her with a cocky smile.

We kissed deeply. I gave John a kiss on his head.

“Take care of your mother and your auntie, alright? That’s your mission.”

“Alright, Dad.” he smiled sweetly at me.

“Donn, call me if she feels anything different from normal, any sight of danger and I'll drop everything on Gotham and I'll be back, deal?” Donna nodded at me.

“You’re everything I have. I love you” I said in my wife’s ear, leaving a kiss on her forehead, and leaving.

--

Gotham was crazy, not the city I knew, the city I left back, this is the closest to hell i’ve ever got to.

I wanted to go back to my family, my pregnant wife, my 4 year old son, my house. But I couldn’t forget that once, Gotham was my home too.

The joker is almost dead. Bruce threw him up from a building and now the police escorted him to a hospital.

I followed to the place that, for a long time, sheltered me. Wayne manor, I needed to talk to Bruce. And I Tried, I told him the joker isn't dead yet and he had a chance to sneak out from darkness. But he didn’t appear so I left.

Although my conscience led me to think I should go back to the better life I chose when I burned my suit, that I should just forget about being Batman’s savior and go back to Y/n, everything kept me stuck on the city. Things happened faster than I could control.

Bruce killed the joker at the hospital. He ran before I could get him, he injured policemen. He didn’t stop at it, he Killed prisoners, nurses, guards. It wasn’t justice, it was a massacre. He couldn’t be saved. He needed to be stopped. I made his name public. 

I drove an operation to get him and he killed all my team.

He wanted me to give in to the darkness. To become him. 

Well, fuck you, Bruce, you win.

I killed Batman.

--

“Dick.” Hands on my face and a voice calling my name, it was all I could understand now.

“Dick, It was all planned by trigon” Rachel was at the batcave, where i killed batman. What was she saying? “Dick, you would never kill batman.”

 “Shut the fuck up” I told her, I had to kill him.

“You’re the boy from the circus, Dick. We’re supposed to save each other.” She said and we were in my parent’s circus. The flying Graysons, my good memories showed up and I woke up.

“I missed you.”

“Rach” I chuckle.

“Welcome back.” She told me and left to find trigon. 

Y/n. Her face filled my mind. Wasn’t it all real? Everything we lived, our home, our son, she was my wife for I don’t know how long and it was all trigon controlling my mind, but still, it felt so real. So good.

I had to find her.

“What’s going on?” Gar appeared with his face pretty much hurted.

“Hey, Gar, I swear I’ll tell you everything later but, where’s Y/n?”

“She’s black eyed, Dick. Outside, Don’t think you should..”

“I will get her back.”

--

When I came outside, all the titans were looking at Trigon and Raven, and I knew her enough to know that she’d deal pretty well with him. I looked at Y/n and she wasn’t awake, so I pulled her by her arm.

I turned her to look at me and she did. 

“Y/n, it’s me, Dick. Wake up.”

“That’s me. The real me.” She had Trigon on her mind still and I needed her back.

“It’s not, I know you, Y/n. I saw you, in my vision, I had you with me so please, come back.”

Our eyes were locked, she seemed to hear what I had said and with no reluctance, she was back, her eyes weren't blacked anymore and she woke up.

“Dick.” she seemed confused. We all were.

“You’re back.” 

I hugged her and she hugged me back, words were never spoken between me and Y/n, although I bet everyone knew about our feelings about each other, I never faced it, until now. I broke the embrace to look at her-

“I had you, Y/n, in my mind, during all the time you were with me and when I faced reality, it was sad that it was only a dream. It made me realize that’s enough of hiding, I need you to keep with me, because I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t and because.. I love you.”

She looked at me as if she couldn’t believe it.

“I’m being completely honest in every word I said.”

“I’m here,  Dick. Kiss me.” She said, surprising me, and I did. 

“I’ve waited for this for so long.” She said when we parted our kiss.

[skin-slave]

Why I love the Hatchet series:

Kickass music, esp in #1 and #2, but mostly #1

Complimentary Chips Ahoy

Tony Todd

Victor Crowley did nothing wrong. He is the only true innocent. The disconnect of a completely pure "monster" and revenge-seeking, selfish, asshole "heros" (esp in Hatchet 2) is delightfully jarring.

Kane Hodder

Excellent transitions between movies, perfect for marathons (slightly less so for the last one, but it's 10 yrs later, so they get a pass)

Sid Haig

Interesting deaths, not just chopping

The idea of a person trapped in the night of their death for eternity, frightened and in pain, is ptsd visibility

At least one complete piece of shit per film, so there's that one death that's sooooo satisfying

Leslie Vernon reference

Danielle Harris and her rbf

When Jack hands her a warm drink to help her calm down but it's piss. I know that doesn't sound that funny, but it is.

Dude can flip a plane

Victor's design is very much a "deformed" body horror play, which has the potential to be really ableist, but considering that his design is so exaggerated and his humanity is clearly shown, I'd say it's pretty decent overall.

Guts are nice quality

The fact that Perry Shen plays Andrew in the first one, Andrew's brother Justin in #2, and the completely unrelated Andrew Yong in 3 and 4 (VC), and they wait till the third movie to make a "hey this guy kinda looks like you" joke, countered by "why, bc we're Asian?" Which is an artistic move in and of itself. Bc yeah, it's funny, bc it's the same actor. But also, if you didn't notice it was the same actor, and had to look it up, it calls your biases into question. Did you not notice bc you aren't good with faces, or bc you subconsciously dismissed his characters as less important? If you did, then why? Did you put these movies in to be reminded to unlearn racist beliefs? No? Too bad.

The theme of childhood violence and accountability

Robert Englund

Vernon's stupid song

Laura Ortiz iykwimaityd

The fact that older Victor was played by Kane Hodder, bc of course he was, but young Victor was played by actress Rileah Vanderbilt in the first 2 films, who also had an unmasked role in #3.

That moment when Trent has Victor pinned and you're like, "shit, maybe this guy can take him."

Dillon, King of the Himbos

Blood fountains

"Tell me this is part of the tour" as the boat sinks

Kathleen's pill organizer full of various habit-forming prescriptions

Kathleen's justification for having a pill organizer full of various habit-forming prescriptions - "I get migraines when I do things."

Rev. Zombie's fake-ass snake-handler intro

The lesson on the dangers of improper use of fireworks

Joel David Moore

The pilot's tone of voice

Posthumous reveals of even worse shit that makes you even happier that Doug is dead

The guy who goes to the book signing, whips out his dick to be signed, and says he's gonna tell "the facebooks" that Yong is homophobic for not signing it like wtf is happening

Sets are really good actually

The fact that they didn't even come close to making their budgets back and they still made 4 of them and are teasing a 5th. That is art for the joy of art, folks.

[chriscdcase95]

Wonder Woman WLW prompts

Alright, so you know how the DCEU incarnation Diana is popularly shipped with a multitude of female characters in both DC and Marvel media ?

Considering she has been walking the Earth for literal decades, I’m wondering where is that one fic of her many WLW romances over the decades are ?

Or possible poly groups she’d be involved in.

Just think of the potential (I say in my mad scientist voice).

Note: The following combines the DCEU, Arrowverse, and MCU into the same world. I don’t now how this would work, so let’s suspend our disbelief a bit. Originally this was just going to be a Superwondercorp post, but my ideas got the better of me.

MCU: 40′s era: Peggy (and Angie) are introduced to Diana temp housemate who would be staying with at Howard Stark’s estates as a guest. Heck, you want to go all the way with the Aunt Peggy headcanons for Kid!Tony, just imagine Aunt Diana!

DCEU: 80′s: You’ve got Diana pairing up with Barbara. I’ve seen plenty of those prompts already, although I am yet to see WW1984.

MCU: 90′s era: Carol Danvers, during one of her on and off stays on Earth happens across Diana while the two happened to be looking into rumor's of alien activity on Earth. Unlike what you’d expect they don’t come to blows, but have more of a rivals to lovers thing. Depending on Carol and Maria’s relationship at this point, we’d get more Aunt Diana.

Although given WandaVison, I’d figure at most Carol would be on and off with Maria, but her heart always leads her back to Maria.

Present Day: Okay this might be a little difficult, because I don’t know which one to settle on.

I’d like to  humor the idea of a Diana x Harley enemies to lovers thing, but taking their DCEU characters into account. I just find them too different and problematic to make it work; I would think that at the very least Diana’s friendship with Bruce, and Harley’s involvement with Jason Todd’s murder would be a point of contention between them, but that’s just me.

Then you got other MCU girls, and to be honest I’m kind of leaning to Natasha Romanov for this one, I just don’t know what version to go with so the following is something I did off the top of my head. 

Warning, it’s gonna be bittersweet because Endgame is a thing. I advise you to skip down to the Superwondercorp bit.

After the events of the Thanos snap, and during the five year time skip, Diana is among those unaffected by the snap. However the Justice League is fractured, brought about by their failure to aid in the fight with Thanos along with the Avengers. When Carol returns to Earth, Diana reunites with her, and with Tony whom she hasn’t seen since her days with Peggy. 

Initially, Diana would serve as another aunt figure to Morgan Stark, and over time however, she ends up bonding with Natasha with the latter holding down the fort with S.H.I.E.LD, with the weight of the world on each others shoulders, with the two working together in that department. The end result is Natasha becoming a “primary” girlfriend to Diana, while the two try to hold eachother together.

Diana doesn’t join in on the time travel heist, but she, and the Justice League, join in on the final battle with Thanos’ army. And when she learns of Natasha’s sacrifice...we see Diana in such a stage of superpowered rage we haven’t seen since her battle with Ares.

When the dust finally settles, and after Tony’s funeral service (which may include DC allies for this AU), Diana takes to mourning in private. She sets up a shrine to the lost loved ones she had over the decades, both lovers and those she considers family. We see Steve (Trevor), Peggy, Tony, Natasha among those she pays tribute too, and those she will always keep in her heart. She is approached by Clint who tells her that Tony isn’t the only one they are mourning that day; during Tony’s hologram speech to his family, we also get a montage of Nathasa’s friend and family (pretty much everyone who wasn’t in the Stark’s living room during the “I Love you 3000″ scene) passing Diana’s shrine to her, each leaving a rose under a picture of Natasha.....

Superwondercorp: Set also corresponding with an alternate version of Supergirl, season five. Set several months after this verse’s version of Endgame.

With the Justice League and Avengers readjusted into the world, Diana decides to take a small break after carrying the world for so long. She is slowly going back into her civilian life, and attending art galleries'. At one such gallary, she meets Lena Luthor, whom she is initially cautious with, but quickly the two grow on each other. 

For the sake of transparency, Diana reveals herself as Wonder Woman, figuring that Lena - as a Luthor - would already know considering this world Lex would already know their identities. As one gag, while Diana and Lena are drinking at Lena’s place, Diana reveals that Bruce Wayne is Batman, to which Lena is genuinely at a loss for words when she finds out.

Anyways, Diana notices and hears about Lena and Kara falling out, and takes it upon herself to fix their relationship. While she’s a freelance superhero, Diana still works with Kara and the two bond over that. We get no more William Dey in this AU; Diana shoots that down before it even starts and is the one who calls out his Nice Guy attitude.

Diana herself isn’t looking for a relationship, as she’s still raw over Natasha’s passing, and it usually takes her years, even decades to get into a new relationship. Despite this, the romantic tensions she feels for Lena and Kara is so thick, that Excalibur itself would break trying to cut it. In addition to the struggles Kara and Lena canonically go through, Diana’s struggle is trying not to fall in love so soon after Natasha. Not that it stops Diana from accidentally sleeping with both of them on two respective occasions.

Since season five technically didn’t get a proper ending, things would still be up in the air for now, but I figure that when Kara and Lena reconcile in the seasons “finale”, they both kiss a surprised Diana on the mouth. They then agree to talk things over after Lex is dealt with...

[batarella]

Sinatra (Mafia!Jason Todd x Reader)

This is my first au fic! I absolutely adore the idea of Jason being in a mafia gang (he’s with Black Mask in this one) and the reader is a vigilante! Hope you all enjoy this steamy fic! 

 -Requested- 

offendedfishnoises said: Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write it. Could I request smut (or anything really) with false face au Jason (au where he works as an enforcer for black mask) and vigilante reader?

WORDS: 2559 WARNINGS: PUBLIC SEX. DIRTY TALK. KNIFE PLAY (I GUESS) 

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Sinatra.

The Iceberg Lounge wanted the ambiance to be as fitting to your deal here as possible. Dim red lights, the soft laughter of women on the laps of men not looking too far off from the likes of Penguin, it wasn’t so much the area of work you were used to. The dress you wore was far too revealing, with barely anything covering your back, legs, and arms, so you had a fur coat on to cover it up. Your hair was up, and your lips were as red as the wine glass balanced between your fingers. You had your ass pushed out with your elbows leaning against the bar top. And on top of all that, the band was playing Sinatra.

You sipped at your wine and pressed on your earpiece.

“Oracle, where are they?”

“They’re just about to enter the lounge. Don’t drink too much,” Oracle said.

“I think I’ll need more than a glass to get through the night.”

You heard her chuckle at the other end. The bartender came to you to give you a refill, and you gave him a wink before he left.

Roman Sionis. Black Mask. He was a short man, about the same height as you, but he was surrounded by men in black twice his size. Five-no-seven of them trailed behind him. They had on their own creepy masks ranging from the faces of monsters to pigs to just a black ski mask covering most of their face.

“Are you sure this is how you want to do it?” Oracle asked you with that strain in her voice. You watched Black Mask settle at a booth, then eyed his henchmen, particularly the large one with a plain red helmet. He had a machine gun strapped to his back and he sat right beside his boss with a relaxed stature leaning against the back of the booth.

“I’m sure.”

The red masked henchman caught your eye, and he never looked away once he did. You turned up your volume enhancer and listened to his friend whispering into his ear.

“I’d like a piece of that, Red.”

“She’s looking at me. Not you, Tony.”

His voice was the same. Young but experienced. “She lookin’ at you real hard.”

“I know. I know.”

“Ey, if I don’t see you makin’ a move then you better believe I will-“

“Alright, alright, Tony. Hold my drink.”

Red was coming up to you. You finished your glass, hoped the alcohol would sink in sooner than it usually would, then turned to him taking the seat next to you.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Y/N.”

“I told you not to say my name.”

“You don’t have your suit on. You're undercover. Which makes you Y/N and not some vigilante for the night, babe.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Still charming, aren’t we Jason?”

“Hey, you're the one looking at me with that fucking dress on.” His eyes lingered on the skin of your bare leg crossed over the other and your lips delicately kissing the rim of the wine glass. “What do you want anyway?”

“Why do you think I want anything from you this time?”

The bartender handed him a shot, and he took it in one swing. “Don’t you always?”

You hummed again, this time your hand landing on his knee and giving him that slight squeeze that made his back jolt up and his breaths uneven. “I miss you.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.”

You couldn’t see the look on his face, but when you stood up from your stool and walked over to the private rooms at the back, the one you reserved just for tonight, you knew he was looking at your backside like he was about to pounce. Jason looked over at his boss, who looked too preoccupied to care where his henchman was, then followed you.

That buzz of victory came over you when you heard him step into the room.

There was a rounded booth covering the walls of the small room. The light was even dimmer. There were no windows, and the table at the center limited most of your movement. You removed your coat.

Your dress was ridiculously revealing, and most of your back was exposed to the nipping air. Your straps were as thin at your hair and it hung delicately over your shoulders so nicely. You turned to Jason, who was standing frozen just by the door, and the eyes looking at you through the thin slits of his mask were dark and hooded.

The center of your dress revealed most of your cleavage, which was where his eyes were locked onto now. You stepped forward, arms on your waist.

Then you heard him lock the door.

“You never wore that dress when we were together, kitten. Would’ve loved to take that off.”

Then he stepped even closer to you.

“Of course, the sex we actually did have was phenomenal in itself.”

You scoffed and looked deviously back at him. He wasn’t wrong in that. Three months you were together and the sex was unlike anything with anyone else.

Which made this task both easier and so much more difficult.

You stepped closer and placed your hand on his chest. “Take your mask off.”

“Black Mask said-“

“It’s just me, Jay.”

You heard him chuckle under his mask, looking around for any cameras at the corners, then at the door.

“I have this place to ourselves for as long as we need to.”

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Mmm.” You slowly held the sides of his helmet. Jason didn’t move when you slid it off, your wrist grazing against his soft, ruffled hair. He craned his head down for you to fully remove it, then grabbed your hands over his helmet, making sure to touch you.

As if he wasn’t already so hot, his suit almost made you forget why you were actually here in the first place.

You removed your hands from his then took a seat, your arm resting on the back of the booth. He sat dangerously close to you, close enough for you to smell the faint remnants of the shot he took a few minutes ago.

“Now. Tell me why we’re really here, Y/N.”

Your eyes rolled and you raised your legs to rest on whatever space was left between you. Your leg was brushing his thigh. His thighs that you remembered riding on more than one occasion.

“Quentin Palermo’s daughter was kidnapped this morning. I want intel.”

“Kitten,” his voice was solid. He didn’t sound like he was shaken. But Jason placed his large hand on your knee and squeezed. Either it was working or he was trying to reverse the action on you. “What makes you think Black Mask has anything to do with it.”

“Since his biggest investor sold everything once Sionis’s stocks dropped last week.”

Jason bit on his gums, still eyeing you. You pushed your chest out even further, which caught his eye.

“You’re gonna need to do a lot more than this to make me say anything. We’re working against each other, remember?”

“Are we, Jay?”

Jason watched your dress drop even lower when you heaved your chest. Then your hand went to his hair, twirling the strands with your fingers. You smelled like sweet vanilla. You knew he liked that.

“Put a bit more effort in convincing me. Maybe I’ll let something slip.”

You didn’t complain. Slowly, you snaked your leg over his lap, making sure to graze on his growing bulge, then straddled him with your dress riding up enough for him to place his hands on your bare ass.

You moaned when his hands massaged your bum, lightly digging his nails and pulling your dress even higher up. Your face was so close to his, but you didn’t kiss him. You hugged his neck and let him have the best view of your tits from being so close.

“Just the slightest bit of info, Jay. Black Mask won't find out.”

You were whispering against his ear and so slightly touched your bottom lip against his earlobe.

“All this for some information, Y/N? I thought you never wanted to see me again.”

“Dragging this out only makes it more fun.” You breathed, placing your lips against his cheek, his jaw, feeling his hands tighten around your ass cheeks.

“I can tell you right now, then we can take this to a hotel room across the street. No more distractions.”

“And how do you know I won't leave after I’ve gotten what I want from you?” You ran your hand up his chest, and his bulge grew harder. You loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar.

“I don’t think information is the only thing you want from me.”

“And how would you know that?”

Without warning, his fingers touched your clothed pussy. Your thong was thinner than your dress, and it only did so much to cover you. And his fingers, fuck. You let out a moan and gripped his hair.

“’Cuz I can feel it,” he whispered, taking his hand away and licking the tip of his wet fingers.

“Todd. Where the fuck are you?”

Sionis. Jason pressed on his earpiece. “I’ll be out in a sec.”

Jason turned it off then looked back at you. “Looks like I have to take off, kitt-“

A knife. You hid it under your dress just above your hip. You pressed the tip of the blade right at his cheek and watched him stiffen, then relax just as quickly.

“You're gonna tell me exactly what I need to know or I’m not gonna let you out of this room alive.”

“Getting kinky, are we, Y/N?”

“I’m not here to play, Todd.”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

A sharp sting on your ass cheek, and you almost dropped the knife. He knew you loved that. Jason watched you whither and lose a second of focus. He drove your skirt further up, exposing your waist where he rested his hands on your skin.

“I’m not gonna tell you jack shit-“

You winced, his hand gripping your ass even tighter to spread your cheeks.

“Oh, you are. I don’t care what I have to do to make you spill.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

“We both know you're not gonna stab me. Though I should say you look so fucking hot right now doing just that.”

“Didn’t think you’d be into this, Jay.”

“Now I am.”

You drew the knife down his face. Just barely grazing it enough to sting but not enough to actually penetrate his skin. Your other hand dropped to his crotch, massaging it outside his clothes. His hold on you tightened and he hissed with his head thrown back.

“Tell me where she is.”

Harder. Faster. Your fingers trailed down the impression of his length and you found his tip. You moved your hand, just as how he liked it, then unzipped his pants.

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

You pulled out his cock. It was leaking, and it poked your stomach every time you pumped it and his hips jerked.

He took the second you were distracted and pulled the knife off your hand. He dropped it to the floor, then grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you almost fell off his lap. You continued to pump him even then and started to grind.

“Fuck.” Your moans started getting louder. Jason pulled down the straps of your dress. You weren’t wearing a bra, and he was in the perfect position to devour your nipples and have at it with your tits. His hands on your ass tightened, slapping every so often that you were a writhing, moaning mess.

He set your thong to the side, then slid his cock inside you, so easily since you were already dripping on his pants. But even then, you were still so fucking tight around him.

Jason pulled your ass to bounce on his dick as slowly as your moans dragged out. You held his face, kissing him desperately, bouncing on his lap so mindlessly you set every other thought aside and concentrated solely on his perfect body.

You ripped his tie off, then helped him take off his jacket. You rode his shirt up so you could hold his abs, his pecs, his perfectly muscled chest. Fuck, every part of him was perfect. Leaving him because of your opposing lifestyles just didn’t seem worth it anymore.

He guided your ass faster on his cock. “Right there, Jay… Oh!” you screamed. He did just that and you kissed him hard. Your walls swelled around him, the fleshy confines dragging the length of his hard cock so wonderfully that the tip massaged that side inside you that made you bite into his lip, drawing blood while he went faster.

You kept moaning. He moaned back, right against your ear, low enough to be a whisper if not for his teeth nipping at your earlobe. He spread your ass cheeks, letting you scream his name as loud as you could. Jason gripped onto your tits and you felt his teeth around your nipple. That, with his cock starting to twitch and his thrusts getting sloppy, you threw your head on his shoulder.

Another slap on your ass, then you came apart. That wonderful, buzzing sensation that almost made your limbs fall to the ground, your senses dysfunctional for a fraction of a second, and the vision of blank static as you reached that blissful high, it couldn’t possibly get any better. You felt Jason spill inside you, his own moans as loud as yours, while he made sure you kept dragging his cock inside you in slowing thrusts. You panted against his chest, and he kissed your bare shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, then your lips.

“Now will you talk?”

Your voice was still in a daze. He kept kissing you still, softly this time. His hands were around your waist, no longer on your burning skin, and his eyes were on yours, no longer on your body.

You drew his hair back and looked into his eyes. There was good in him. You knew that. And if he knew that too, another shot at that relationship wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“I have to go.”

That sudden drop of disappointment overrode every lingering feeling of bliss. You looked at him, then at the wall behind him. You reluctantly got off his lap and fixed your dress. He put his clothes back on and zipped his pants. “I’m sorry. I can't help you.”

You laid back against the booth and watched him head to the door.

“She’s five, you know.”

Jason stopped. Then so slowly, he turned back to look at you.

“Palermo’s daughter. She’s five years old. Sionis didn’t tell you that?”

Jason didn’t look like he already knew that. He tightened his tie, looking intently at the door.

Good. There has to be just the slightest bit of good in him.

“An abandoned warehouse in Otisburg.” Jason neared you, so close so you could look straight into his eye.

“Save the girl. And do nothing else. If Sionis finds out, I kill you first.”

He left the room, and you were left with the hem of your dress ripped beyond repair.

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Worlds Colliding (1)

concept: Spencer Reid x OC • NCIS x criminal minds

synopsis: Allison Gibbs returns from the navy only to end up on a long list of victims. Now the only hope of keeping her out of harms way and solving this case is a socially awkward doctor by the name of Spencer Reid.

A/N: this is the first time I’ve ever written on this app so please be kind, I’m soft 🥺

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[synopsis | ch.2]

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The house seemed significantly smaller than the last time she’d been there. Before her deployment she remembered it having a daunting air surrounding it - then again it made sense that things would seem different, nearly getting blown to pieces can really change a persons can outlook on life.

Slowly she turned the doorknob a half laugh falling from her lips. ‘Of course’ she thought to herself, what was she expecting? He hadn’t locked the front door since she was in grade school. ‘He’s never gonna change.’

The house was just as she’d left it. Well, minus the to-go boxes sitting on the kitchen table. Sighing she quickly disposed of them before dropping her duffel bag at the bottom of the stairs. Her father was no where to be seen, which only meant one of two things; either he was on a case, or he was holed up in the basement building god-knows-what.

Her boots thudded underneath her as she walked down the familiar wooden steps. She had yet to change out of her naval uniform. The familiar camouflage cargo pants and matching button up top had become like a second skin - one she was itching to rip off and shove into the back of her closet. God she really missed her sweatpants.

“Tony, I thought I told you-” her father stopped mid sentence as he spotted the familiar strawberry blonde. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took in the sight of his daughter, “ally?”

Allison Gibbs smiled brightly, quickly snapping out of her thoughts. “Hey, dad.” Her voice muffled under the fabric of her fathers shirt as he pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

“I thought you weren’t due back home for another few months.”

The strawberry blonde nodded as he released her. “yeah, the date got moved up last minute.”

Gibbs sighed, “well, why didn’t you call and tell me?”

“It would’ve ruined the surprise.” Allison answered smiling as if it were obvious.

Her father simply sighed, failing to hide his smile. “Well, if i had known I would’ve cooked. Do you want me to order you takeout or something?”

Allison shook her head, “dad, I’m fine.” The blonde then stopped as she realized she was not fine. She could practically smell herself - when was the last tome I showered? “I’m just gonna go take a shower.”

Gibbs nodded going back to whatever he was working on when she’d walked in. He wanted to go spend the rest of the night with her but he, better then anyone, knew what it was like coming home from deployment. If Allison was anything like him she probably wouldn’t even leave her bed tomorrow.

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It was midday by the time Allison woke up the next morning. Rubbing her eyes she nearly tripped down the stairs before using the wall to steady herself. “Dad?” The strawberry blonde called as she looked around the house. He was gone. ‘Work’ the realization hit her quickly, another thought soon following. ‘What am I supposed to do all day.’

Her life practically revolved around her father and the navy. Growing up she was home schooled and forced to go to work everyday with her extremely overprotective parent. After that she focused all her energy on college studying psychology and foreign language. Then she joined the navy and began training for the time when she’d be deployed. Now she was home and completely lost on what she was supposed to do.

Sighing she dragged herself into the kitchen an idea quickly coming to her: she could bring her father lunch. At first she was unsure but the more she thought about it the more it cemented in her mind. She could killed two birds with one stone, make sure her father eats, and visit her family (her fathers coworkers).

Quickly she put together a ham and cheese sandwich - she was not a housewife and honestly a dog probably wouldn’t even eat the monstrosity she dared call a sandwich. Still, it was her best excuse of going to the navy yard and making herself feel useful.

She took the bus, something she had actually never done before. Just overprotective dad things. The ride to the navy yard was short and before she knew it she was smiling at the man sitting behind the front desk.

“Ally? Is that you?”

The strawberry blonde smiled brightly, “nice to see you again, Harris. I’m just bringing my dad lunch.”

Harris has been the security guard working the front desk and checking I.D.’s since Allison was in grade school. He never forgot a face and he sure as hell never forgot her. Sometimes she’d just sit at his desk with him and color - that was only when her father and his coworkers were out on a case though.

“Good to have you back.” Harris called out, Allison sending him a nod as the elevator doors closed.

Her foot tapped in anticipation as she watched the numbers change before her. Soon the number ‘8’ lite up and the strawberry blonde had to keep herself from running towards the bullpen where her father and his coworkers would surely be.

As she approached only two people seemed to be working - well, make that one - Timothy McGee. He’d only joined her fathers team four years ago when Allison was completing her time at college. They quickly became friends and he was a lot like a brother to her.

The other two people sitting at there desks were Anthony Dinozzo and Ziva David. Tony has always been like an older brother to Allison, he joined her fathers team long before tim, when she was around fifteen. Ziva on the other hand joined a year after agent McGee to replace Caitlin Todd, an agent killed on a case. Luckily for Allison the two were too engrossed in an arguement to notice her - this gave her the chance to jump scare them.

Smirking the strawberry blonde crept behind Tony’s desk, making sure that ziva hadn’t seen her - McGee had his face in his computer and a bomb going off probably wouldn’t have distracted him. How he was able to focus so well was beyond the girl.

“Boo!” Allison yelled causing Tony to scream resembling that of a little girl before falling out of his desk chair.

Ziva burst into laughter her face lighting up at the sight of his boss’ daughter. “Allison!” She’d always thought of her as a little sister, someone who could relate to her. They’d both lost their own sisters and in a way filled that hole in their hearts for each other.

Allison returned Ziva a bone crushing hug the two girls staying like that until the sound of Dinozzo clearing his throat pulled them apart. “Great, little Gibbs is back. And here I was getting use to the quiet.”

“Hey!” Allison’s jaw fell slack in shock and mock offense.

Tony rolled his eyes before motioning for her to come give him a hug as well. That’s how their relationship was - they’d spit sarcastic remarks back and forth but in the end they were family.

McGee was pulled away from his computer as Allison wrapped him into a hug. “How was Iraq?” Tim asked genuinely curious as to how her first deployment went.

“I’m not dead so.” Quickly Allison stoped herself from making anymore dark humored jokes. It had always been a way for her to cope with things but it also made them seem unreal. She seriously needed to stop detaching herself from reality and see a therapist. “It was good, we didn’t lose anyone over there but it’s wierd being back. I just don’t have anything to do.”

“So you decide to distract my team from solving this case?” Her father spoke up from behind her as he walked in - coffee in hand.

A few mumbled: ‘sorry boss’ were heard as Ziva, Tony, and McGee took their seats but Allison just gave her father an innocent smile. “No, I decided to bring you lunch.”

Dinozzos eyes widened from where he sat at his desk, “you cooked?”

“Yeah, I’m a great cook.”

Her father looked into the brown paper bag his daughter had handed him before looking back up to meet her gaze. “What is this supposed to be? Tuna?”

“No!” Allison replied, “it’s a ham and cheese sandwich.”

Gibbs sighed giving his daughter an ‘are you serious’ look.

The strawberry blonde sighed, “fine, I just didn’t know what else to do. I was bored!”

Her father sighed, letting it slide this time before turning back to his agents. “What do you got?” He knew how hard it was to reintegrate back into society after deployment. Either way, she was safer at the office with him then out doing god-knows-What.

Dinozzo was the first to speak: “Lucy Friar. 26. Joined the marines out of high school, just got back from her third deployment.”

“Anything connecting her to the last three victims?” Gibbs asked glancing to McGee for the answer.

“Aside from the obvious - being a women in the marines and torture before being strangled - no.”

Ziva sighed as she grabbed the clicker out of dinozzos hand. On the screen appeared the personal badges of three women - each was different in height, weight, hair color, and eye color. “I don’t get it, they’re all different. The only thing these women had in common was that, well, they were women.”

“Maybes that’s the connection.” Allison spoke up. She’d been helping them solve cases since middle school, despite her father discouraging her input she still tried to help. “Psychologically speaking it makes sense. The killer doesn’t believe women belong in the marines - he has a mysogynistic mind set. He’s probably a white male in his mid to late thirties with some sort of personal connection to the marines specifically. He feels, almost, offended that they women are allowed to join.”

The room was silent as they stared at the girl. Allison looked around watching as her fathers eyebrows raised waiting for her to finish. “But, I’m not a profiler.” The strawberry blonde added on becoming slightly less confident in her statement.

Gibbs sighed, “does Abby know your back? Why don’t you go say hi to her.”

Allison stared at her father in shock, “you do realize I’m not some child who you can just send down to Abby when I try to help you with a case, right?”

“Allison.”

At the use of her full name the strawberry blonde mumbled a, ‘fine’ under her breathe before walking towards the elevator.

Abbys lab was on the bottom floor and upon walking in the women spun around and greeted her, only she didn’t know she was greeting her. “Gibbs, I just processed the evidence. I’m good but not that good-”

“Not Gibbs.” Allison corrected, pausing as she realized, technically, she was Gibbs. “Well, not that Gibbs.”

“Ally!” Abby squealed wrapping the shorter girl into a bone crushing hug.

Allison’s eyes widened as her friend continued to tightly hug her. “Ab-Abby... can’t.... breathe.”

“Oh, sorry.” The raven haired women replied pulling away with a smile. “When did you get back?”

“Last night.”

“And you didn’t call me?”

Allison laughed softly, she always felt really loved when she was at her fathers work. This was her family and Abby was like an older sister - just a really overly energetic goth one. “I was tired. I didn’t even get back to my house until midnight.”

Abby sighed, “okay, well then your stuck down here spending the rest of the day with me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Allison laughed, as Abby passed her the extra Caf-pow that sat in her freezer. Cat-Pow was a lot like an energy drink just stronger and the amount of caffeine alone had Allison cringing. “God, I forgot how strong this stuff was.”

“Abby, what do you got?” Gibbs’ voice caught the two girls attention. Abby was quick to turn back to her computer pulling up an almost blank screen. “What’s that?”

“Nothing.” Abby replied, “because that’s what I’ve got, nothing.”

Gibbs sighed, “what do you mean?”

“This guy is good, okay?” Abby walked over to the few evidence bags piled onto the metal table pulling them out. “He hasn’t left behind any forensic evidence connecting to himself. All I can tell you is how she was killed, which is exactly what ducky will tell you.”

“Okay, so how was she killed?”

“The tortures the same as the last three victims.” Abby answered clicking a button on her keyboard as a second screen popped up. “All were raped and beaten with a belt - the belt can be found at any retail clothing store, I already ran the marking through everything I could. Then they were all strangled, that was done by the killer.”

Allison glanced at her father, “how long have you been on this case?”

“Seven months.”

“Maybe you should call in some help.” Allison replied, “naval women - the people I fight alongside of are dying. Maybe call in the real profilers, they might stand a chance at catching this guy.”

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A/N: the BAU will be introduced in hopefully the next chapter I just wanted to give some background information and introduce these characters. I only know what I’ve heard from family about coming back from deployment (two of my uncles served and this is what they told me it was like for them). I’m sorry if anything’s wrong or there’s incorrect information as you can also see I’m not the best at keeping characters in character and I feel like this could’ve been better but... idk I’m ranting.

[sinnbaddie]

V?

V - Which character do you relate to most?

oooo. I have so many so ima put like a few lol. (TW abuse, drug abuse)

1. So first one is Peter Parker. I relate to him a lot because (in comics) he’s pretty overwhelmed with everything but keeps a cool facade because he needs to be strong for others, but sometimes he breaks and gets angry at things. He’s also really independent and growing up, I was too and was always by myself (which I'm fine with btw. I like being by myself most times) even though I have siblings. I’m just use to depending on myself, but although I am both me and Peter can work well with others when need be.

2. Next is Jason Todd. Although he’s not outright angry usually, he does have anger issues, and as someone who’s grown up being extremely angry I can relate really well because as well as being angry, when he was with Bruce he was told to control his anger. Lemme tell you when someone just tells you to control your anger that’s not what’s gonna happen lol. Jason also analyzes and overthinks as well as myself. I’m constantly in my head and although I don’t necessarily “plan” I do think about things I want to do (Not really need to do sadly lmao) and I usually do them. I also have really bad trust issues. I don’t really know where it came from though?? (was gonna do Dick Grayson because he has more of an outward anger but I don’t know enough about him. I guess I relate to both since Jason is an inward anger and Dick is an outward anger)

3. I relate to Stephanie Brown because we both crack lots of jokes and when someone gives us the slightest positive affirmation we’d both be thinking, “Wow, I really love and appreciate you and I hope you have a fantastic life.” I’ve been mentally and physically abused before, so I know what it’s like, although it’s all mental abuse now. Like Stephanie and Jason, my mother was a drug addict. I was lucky enough to be adopted from birth though, but before I was, I was in the ICU for 8 days detoxing. I got better but from my mother’s excessive drinking and abusing drugs when I was in the womb, it gave me fetal alcohol syndrome, so it takes a little longer for me to understand things and I'm really sensitive to certain fabrics, foods, alcohol, drugs, etc.

4. Bojack Horseman I relate to a lot because (I’m better with it now) I have really bad self esteem issues, even when I make jokes. I used to hate myself so much when I was younger and I'd smoke cigarettes, smoke weed, and occasionally drink alcohol (never got drunk though, I was afraid I'd become an addict). I went to therapy when I was 14 I think? but I got a lot better since then. but overall, I've had self doubt, self hatred, I've pushed away friends, but I helped myself, and I relate to him a lot because of my obstacles. 

5. Todd Chavez because I too, have many ideas and fleeting thoughts. No but for real, Todd just tries to make the best of a situation and sees the good in people and I relate to that more now. I do know my limits though.  

6. Sokka and Toph Beifong because Sokka cracks a lot of jokes and is just generally funny, and I think I'm literally the funniest person I've ever met. He was also was pushed to be responsible when need be, and yeah I'm not the most responsible person to certain things, I can be with kids and other things, and he’s overall a good person and I continue everyday to be one too. Toph I relate to because honestly I do think I'm a badass. She’s just very sure of herself as a person. I’m still figuring myself out, but I in many aspects am sure who I am and what I can accomplish.

That’s all peeps. I would’ve added more but it would have been so long if I did lol. I think six is enough. But I can’t pick one character because there isn’t someone who’s exactly like me, it’s a bunch of different characters I relate to. If you look into each character in depth though there will be a pattern. Hmu with more letters if you want to know more about me :)

Honorable Mentions; Tim Drake, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Gregory House, Shaggy, Sasuke Uchiha, Leo Valdez, Luke Castellan, Seth Sorenson, Amethyst, Garnet, and Jaskier, etc.