#i keep ruining everything. and its really going to blow up in my face. i am a terrible person that hurts everyone with my mental illness

[stabyou]

i think i need to admit myself to the mental hospital again

[domnamewoman]

MK1 Characters React To: Being Pinned To The Wall By Their Crush To Hide On A Mission

Characters: Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile, Baraka, Shang Tsung, Rain

Warnings: GN!Reader

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Liu Kang’s first priority is making sure that you both are safe and undetectable by the enemy. It isn’t until after he confirms your safety that he realizes just how close you are. So close that he can feel your breath brushing over him on every exhale. Despite enjoying the proximity he doesn’t want to risk you feeling uncomfortable so he backs off.

“I think we are in the clear now. Let’s find our way back to the exit.”

Raiden is overthinking everything from the moment you press up against him. Should he hold his breath because breathing in your face is rude, right? Should he close his eyes because him staring at you just has to be making you feel awkward, isn’t it? So caught up in his head he doesn’t even realize that you moved back until you ask if he is okay.

“What… Oh, y-yes I’m okay. Let’s get out of here.”

Kung Lao uses this opportunity to appreciate your features up close. The way your eyelashes brush against your cheeks. The little mole on your chin that he never noticed before. Your smell… It’s simply intoxicating. He would be so focused on memorizing every detail that he didn’t notice the enemy left until you cleared your throat to get his attention.

“I’m sorry, I was just… never mind, let’s get going.”

Johnny Cage takes full advantage of the situation and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Can you blame him? The cart you’re hiding behind is too small so you have to be as close as possible not to be spotted, obviously. That’s also the reason he has to lean his head against your shoulder. He’s just too tall! It’s definitely not because he wants to nuzzle into you, his lips brushed against your neck completely by accident. Really.

“I think I still hear someone walking around. Let’s stay here for a bit longer.”

Kenshi Takahashi is cursing his heightened senses right now. He is hyper-focused on you and only you. Your addicting scent, the warmth seeping into him from every point your bodies are connected. It takes all of his willpower not to just melt into you. Once you pull away he takes a calming breath and tries to get his brain to focus back on why you both are even here.

“Right, the mission… Let’s uh, let’s head that way.”

Kitana is only worried about the mission getting ruined if you both get caught. That is why she is surprised when she notices her hand over your mouth keeping you from making a sound and the tight grip she has on your shirt, holding you against the wall. This is not how she pictured finally getting this close to you going. She blinks as she releases you and takes a step back.

“My apologies… We just, we can’t get caught.”

Mileena smiles as you press up against her, happy with the turn of events. She knows that you like her just as much as she likes you. She uses this time to tease you by pushing her chest into you and blowing her warm breath against your neck. Her thigh finds its way between your legs. It amuses her to see you try to remain quiet and unbothered by her actions.

“We should try this another time… under different circumstances.”

Tanya tries to remain calm as your bodies are pressed against each other. She can’t believe that you both are in this situation right now… but she doesn’t exactly hate it. You smell so good and your body is so warm. It’s better than what she’d imagined being pressed against you would feel like. The only downfall is that you both were hiding in enemy territory. Oh right… the mission.

“I think we’re all clear. Let’s find a way out of here.”

Bi-Han can’t help grabbing onto your hips as you push him against the wall. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love the feeling of your bodies pressing against each other. He only wished it was happening under different circumstances than hiding from the enemy. Maybe after you both get what you came here for, he will finally make a move and make his intentions clear.

“Come, let’s finish up and head back home.”

Kuai Liang would try and create as much distance between you as he could, which would be futile. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Even though all he wants to do is pull you into his arms and hold you tightly, he would contain himself. He respects you and your personal space and all he can do is hope that someday you would want him in it.

“They’re gone. Sorry about that… We can go now.”

Tomas doesn’t know what to do with himself. He keeps his arms down to his sides, hands gripping his pants legs. That is the only thing he can do to keep himself from reaching out and embracing you. Something that he has longed to do since shortly after meeting you. Why can’t he think of anything besides how stunning you look, even now?

“Do you, uh… Do you think they left? We should probably get going.”

Syzoth’s brain is malfunctioning. He can’t control the way his body reacts to having you in his personal space. He tries to stop the low rumble of a purr-like growl forming in his chest because one, how embarrassing, and two, he doesn’t want to give away your location. You two were hiding from the enemy for goodness sake! This definitely wasn’t the time.

“Um, can we… Maybe we can sneak around the corner.”

Baraka was surprised that you didn’t mind being this close to him. Ever since being affected with Tarkat, nobody wanted to be even a few feet away from him, much less in physical contact. Being this close to you just reminded him of how much he missed physical affection. He hopes that since you aren’t afraid of touching him, his affection for you won’t be rejected.

“Come on, I will fight our way out of here if I must. You don’t have to worry.”

Shang Tsung believes that this is right where you both belong, in each other’s arms. He desires nothing more, not even power or influence (although they’re pretty close), than he desires to be able to hold you close to him daily. He will stop at nothing to convince you that you belong with him. He’ll start by showing you how capable he is by protecting you.

“These imbeciles are no match for my magic. We’ll be out of here shortly.”

Zeffeero bit his lip trying to ignore your thigh pressed against his crotch. You seemed oblivious to your position and just how hard you were making it for him to hold on to his last strands of self-control. How did you not know how you affected him? He thought he was being pretty forward with his flirting but you never seemed to get the hint. Maybe he should talk to that Johnny guy? Later, you two needed to get out of here first.

“Let’s sneak attack him once he turns around. Get ready… Now!”

[fictionismyreality3]

Learned your lesson? (18+)

Simon Riley x Reader

Tags: Smut, daddy!simon, angry!simon

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, thigh riding, daddy kink, face slapping, slight impact play, spanking, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, exhibitionism if you squint

Notes: absolute dEBaUchErY 🤪 but I have no regrets 🤭 gimme a chance and I’d let Simon ruin my-

In hindsight, the situation you were in was probably your fault.

You hadn’t meant to make Simon angry, and he wasn’t really, but you were being a brat. In your defence, having him away from you all the time got a little lonely, and you could only fuck yourself with the dildo he got you so many times before you started wanting the real thing.

That’s why you had blown up his phone all day, sending him video after video of you fucking yourself in every room of your apartment, moaning his name as you came. In the back of your mind, you knew it was a bad idea, but it felt so deliciously good to imagine his eyes widening as he stood on base and got all your little gifts, especially when you were riding the dildo with his t-shirt on.

Your hands gripped the black marble countertop of your shared bathroom as you bounced your ass back against the wall, the hyper-realistic dildo hitting you just right. When Simon showed up with a clone-a-willy kit in hand before a long deployment, you nearly spat out the soda you were drinking.

“What the fuck is that?” You managed to sputter as you coughed, trying not to spit soda all over the living room carpet.

“Your stress reliever, luv’.” Simon’s eyes sparked behind his balaclava as he chuckled with mirth.

The rest of that night consisted of you whispering in his ear and tracing his neck with your tongue, keeping him hard as you carried out your diy sex toy production.

And now, as you fucked yourself on your clone of Simon’s cock, your phone propped up to record, the dildo did its job, but it wasn’t Simon.

It wasn’t him.

That’s why you made sure to look directly into the camera as you felt the familiar sparks building up in your core, and when you came, you let him know how much you missed him.

What you couldn’t have known, was that the wifi on base was horrendous. You’d think with the budget going towards the military, they could at least invest in a new router, but no. Simon often had to struggle through paperwork, which he already detested, waiting for the tiniest files to load. In your eagerness to tease him, you sent all the videos at once, but couldn’t have known that they’d take ages to get delivered.

By the time they reached their destination, blowing up Simon’s phone all at once, it was hours after you’d initially hit send. It was nearly impossible for him to be away from you as it is. As soon as he saw your face the day you met, he knew that he’d be needing you for the rest of his life.

He didn’t like leaving you and he didn’t like sharing.

Two weeks away from the only reminder of having a normal life was already painstaking. It was the last day on base and Simon was counting down the minutes till he could get home and show you how much he missed you. The time spent rubbing himself in the barracks bathroom, jerking his cock to the thought of you, all it had done was provide temporary relief. He needed the real thing.

He needed to be buried so deep in your tight little cunt that he made himself a part of you with each thrust.

Simon was counting down the minutes as he sat through the last briefing of the day, just a few hours away from getting to let out all his pent up tension, when his phone began to buzz endlessly. His heart spiked, threatening to burst from his throat as he saw the texts from you. Instantly, the worst case scenarios of what could’ve happened ran through his mind. He wasn’t a paranoid man by any means, but when it came to you, the only thing that mattered more that keeping you happy was your safety.

What if something happened? What if you were hurt? What if you’d been taken hostage and someone was sending him videos of you being tortured?

Okay, so, maybe a little paranoid.

Not wanting to wait in agonizing curiosity, he clicked open the attachment.

Within seconds, sounds of your wanton moaning filled the room, your breathy whimpers of his name silencing the rest of the 141 who had been debriefing. All eyes snapped to Simon as he fumbled with his phone, dropping it to the floor in his haste to mute the video. This interrupted Soap’s guffawing, as his eyes locked on the screen, the video of you riding the dildo he got you playing on repeat.

“Jesus Christ, Lt! Tha’ yer woman? She’s a sight to-” Gaz smacked him upside the head as Price tried to avert his eyes, clearing his throat.

“Watch your fuckin’ eyes, Johnny, before I rip ‘em outta your skull.” Simon snapped.

Finally, he managed to switch the video off, but the damage was done. Even though he sat as still as a statue for the rest of the brief, his balaclava hidden face betraying no emotion despite Soap’s repeatedly cheeky comments, Simon was livid.

From the time he first took you, he ruined you for anyone else. Nobody could replace him, nobody could break you or make you scream like he did. But you’d ruined everything else for him too. And just the thought of someone else getting to have you, getting to touch even an inch of your skin, was enough that he had to ball his fists so as not to throttle Johnny’s neck.

He trusted his guys with his life, even if he’d never tell them that. But this was different.

This was you.

While you giggling conspiratorially to yourself, thinking about the fun you’d have with him when he got home, Simon was whiteknuckling the wheel of his truck, trying not to break the speed limit to get home to you faster. His cock was achingly hard as he ran over how he planned to punish you again and again in his mind. You’d love every second of it, he always made sure you did, but he wanted to tease you just like you did him.

This is what he loved about you. How you were so eager to please, but so eager to rile him up, it was the perfect combination to make Simon’s cock scream at him to fuck your pretty throat.

He nearly ran a stop sign imaging cumming in your greedy mouth.

His dirty girl.

His greedy girl. He definitely couldn’t give you the usual treatment this time. The thought of your ass marked up with his handprints after a spanking was tempting, but you would enjoy it far too much. He wanted to see you struggle to get even the slightest bit of relief after the stunt you pulled.

The rumbling of his truck signalled his arrival to your keen ears, and you jumped up from the couch, running to the front door of the cozy house you’d bought together to stand on the porch waiting for him.

Simon got out of his truck. He knew you were standing there, where you always were to welcome him home after a deployment, but he didn’t look at you. Getting his gear bag from the back, he slung it over his shoulders and trudged up the front stairs. His kit was well over 100 pounds, but he still managed to carry it with one hand. The other hand shot out to wrap around your throat, causing you to stumble on your feet.

“Simo-” Your greeting was cut of by your now restricted air supply, and your hands instinctively clawed at his grip on your throat. He didn’t utter a word, only reached around you to open the door, pushing you inside as he followed, closing it with his foot.

You were pinned up against the wall as soon as his gear bag had hit the ground, and you could already hear his ragged breaths.

“D’you have any idea,” He huffed, trying to restrain himself from just fucking you against the wall. “how much shit you’re in for… love?” He ground out the pet name like it took effort for him to keep from swearing even more.

You quickly ran through everything that you could have done wrong in your mind. Sure, you’d been a brat all day, but Simon liked when you were bratty from time to time. Nothing you could think of could explain the tightly contained anger that was rippling off of him.

“What? Did you not like the videos?” You managed to say breathily, the grip on your throat keeping you perched on the edge of loosing your breath. “Did I not like the-” Simon stopped to let out a low, raspy chuckle, his head dropping to the crook of your neck.

“I loved the videos, sweetheart. An’ so did the boys.” He whispered slowly into your ear.

Immediately your face scrunched up as you tried to decipher what he meant.

“What do you mean, Si? I only….oh.” The reality of your mistake hit you all at once.

Oh.

How could you have forgotten that Simon would probably be around the rest of the 141, not to mention how inept with technology he was. No wonder the rest of the team saw you. Your swirling thoughts were broken up by Simon releasing your throat, only to grab your arm, and roughly drag you over to the couch.

“‘Oh’ is right, luv’.” He murmured as he sat down, pulling you on top of his lap to straddle him. Your hands instinctively went for his balaclava, wanting to take it off and see his face, a permission only you were granted.

Before your fingers could even meet the fabric, Simon was grabbing both your wrists with one hand, pinning them to your lap. You really had poked the bear in all senses of the word. Simon was utterly massive, and he could easily palm any part of you that would take most people two hands to hold.

With his free hand, he pushed his balaclava up so it rested just underneath his nose, his lips free to kiss you. Your stomach was churning with a mix of apprehension and excitement. You knew the look in his eyes, the look he only got when he was going to break you. It was nearly impossible to keep from leaning down and pressing a kiss to his inviting lips, but you knew that you were already in as much trouble as it was.

With the way you were straddling his lap, the thin material of your shorts allowed you to feel his cock growing ridged underneath you. Heat bloomed in your core and Simon’s grip on your wrists suddenly felt electric.

“You’re a greedy cockslut, aren’t you?” He slipped the hand which wasn’t keeping your wrists trapped underneath your shirt. “So desperate you jus’ had to be a brat, hm? Had to let everyone see wha’ a needy girl you are.”

The low, condescending tone of his voice made your head swim, and your breaths began to come faster and faster as he palmed your tits, beginning to play with your nipples. You couldn’t exactly be sorry when he was making you feel so good, but there was still some guilt in the back of your mind for putting him on the spot.

“Simon, I’m-” Simon’s large hand slapped you lightly across the cheek, tugging your hair to refocus your gaze on him. “Don’t fuckin’ call me that.” He pinched your nipple hard, causing you to reel forwards into his chest.

“What’s my fuckin’ name, huh? Only good girls get t’call me Simon.” He dug his fingers into the skin of your wrists, the pain warning you of what would come if you weren’t more obedient.

“…daddy?” You tried quietly.

Simon’s grip on your wrists lessened instantly, and his hands began to tease at your tits again. The whiplash of pain to pleasure was something that he had perfected, and he loved the way you’d bite your lip as you struggled to catch up. All it took was just getting you to call him daddy and he could already feel you melting in his lap, your eyes getting half lidded and foggy.

“That’s right, bunny. And daddy teaches his baby how to behave doesn’t he?” Simon said expectantly, beginning to peel off his t-shirt you were wearing.

“Y-yes, daddy.” The cold air hit your skin, sending a shiver through body as you were left in just your thin pajama shorts, straddling your hulk of a boyfriend. Without the t-shirt in the way, Simon had easy access to your gorgeous tits, and took the opportunity to take a nipple in between his teeth, his other hand running up and down your back.

He was rock hard by now, the feeling of your soft skin on top of him sending his mind into a buzzing haze of desire. All he wanted to do was rut up into that precious pussy of yours and make you cum around his cock. But he had to be patient. He had to make sure you knew what you did wrong.

As soon as he felt you begin to rock your hips, a movement so imperceptible that only those who knew you would realize what you want, he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. Simon’s eyes were narrowed in warning, and a dark chuckled left his throat.

“You’re so greedy.” He growled, his fingers digging into your thighs. “Show daddy you’re more than jus’ a needy little girl.”

“How, daddy?” You breathed.

A whine fell from your lips as you slipped further away from being rational, your head fuzzy with want as you felt Simon’s cock pressed underneath you.

“Can’t get off without my cock, hm?” He thought back to the videos of you fucking yourself on the dildo he got you. Simon loosened his grip on your hips, allowing you to move, only to shifted you so that he could tear your pajama shorts off. He lifted you slightly so that you were straddling one of his thighs instead.

“You wanna cum s’badly? You need it s’much that you’re a brat?”

“Fuck yourself on my thigh then, luvie.”

Your breath left you in one big whoosh, and the moment Simon gave you permission to move, you were grinding down on his thigh. The fabric of his jeans rubbed against your clit, sending little jolts of pleasure through you.

Simon watched as your eyes got droopy, half opened through your haze of pleasure. He was still angry but right now all he could focus on was how pretty you looked. Your cheeks all flushed from his words and the exertion of grinding on him, your little hands holding onto his shoulders, and the wet spot on your panties.

“That’s it, pretty. Jus’ like that.” He groaned.

His cock felt impossibly hard, raging with need every time he looked at the way your tits bounced. Fumbling with his belt, he pulled his cock out. The noise caught your attention, and you faltered, going to reach for him. You didn’t get very far, because as soon as Simon felt you stop moving, he delivered two quick spanks to your ass.

You cried out in surprise and pain as he fisted one hand in your hair, and the other around his leaking cock. His hands were so big it made him look normal sized, but you knew he was easily almost ten inches.

“Such a whore.” He whispered, pulling your hair so your head was forced back. “Jus’ had t’get my cock in your mouth.”

Simon stroked himself lazily, savouring the wave of heat which coursed through him every time he ran a thumb over his tip. It wasn’t your touch, but it would do for now. Your gaze was forced to the ceiling as Simon kept you locked in position, observing you like his own personal work of art. The sound of his quiet groans filling your ears was torturous knowing you weren’t allowed to touch him. You could feel yourself leaking into his jeans, and knew he no doubt felt it too.

“Are you- oh, gonna be a good girl f’me?” His mouth latched on your exposed neck as he sucked a hickey into your skin, marking you as his. You were panting, practically trembling as he forced you to keep still. Simon was closer than he’d like to admit. It had been weeks since he’d touched you and just seeing you writhing on lap, trying to get whatever friction you could, made his cock leak.

“Say it, bunny.” He rasped into your ear, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“I’ve learned my lesson, daddy. Please, can I…” You trailed off, afraid that if you asked for his cock you’d seem ever more needy.

But Simon was thrilled.

Having the love of his life, almost naked on his lap, desperate to touch him was like a dream. The hand in your hair pushed your head down, his palm big enough to cover the back of your head.

“Suck.” He growled.

Rubbing the head of his cock along your mouth, demanding entrance, you parted your lips. Simon pushed inside of your mouth, heavy on your tongue as he let out a long, drawn out groan you wished you could have on repeat.

“Shit, sweathear’- oh, fuck..” He hissed. You could feel him twitching in your mouth.

He tried to focus on anything but the warm, wet-

Oh, god.

Simon bucked his hips up and began to fuck into you without warning, sending your hands shooting out to his stomach to catch yourself. His cock hit the roof of your mouth and your throat tightened on reflex as you tried not to gag. You could feel Simon’s nails digging into your scalp as he bobbed your head up and down.

“Sorry, luv’ I jus’,” He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of your lips around him. “Been achin’ for you, bunny. All those videos y’sent me.” He moaned, no longer able to keep himself from being gentle.

“Let daddy cum in y’mouth, sweetheart.”

The words flooded your pussy with heat, and Simon took notice of the way you moaned around his cock. He was strict, but he wasn’t cruel, and you had been good so far. Taking a little pity on you, Simon used his free hand to grab your hip, bouncing his leg so you could get a little relief. The sudden stimulation sent your dripping cunt into overdrive, and as Simon rammed his cock into your throat, you began to rut against his thigh.

He would’ve told you to keep your eyes on him, but they looked so pretty rolling back into your head.

“Yeah, yeah jus’ like that.” He said, his voice raspy as he tried to hold himself back. “Be good for daddy. Get close, luv’.”

You didn’t have to try with the way your cunt was clenching around nothing. Every bounce of his leg rubbed your clit against his jeans, and he pushed you further by holding your hip to help you grind against him. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of release, and Simon knew it too with the way you were moaning around his cock. Every noise you made sent a vibration through him, and he began to fuck your mouth with abandon, his balls tightening in anticipation.

“Oh, god. Oh f-fuck, bunny keep-” He spasmed in your mouth. “Keep suckin’ just like tha’. Daddy’s gonna cum in your pretty lil’ mouth.”

His words made your head spin. The only thought on your mind was drawing as much pleasure from him as you could, so you took his balls in your hand, rolling them a few times to push him over the edge. Your core was fluttering with need as you rutted against Simon’s leg, which he kept bouncing, hitting your swollen clit mercilessly. It was too much for both of you after weeks without each other.

Simon’s hand left your hip so he could tangle both hands in your hair, the need for his own pleasure taking over. You managed to glance up, wanting to see his face as he came.

“Luvie.. luvie, oh sweatheart.” His mouth hung open as he let out a noise he didn’t know he could make. The sight of you grinding desperately against his thigh tipped him over the edge.

“Oh, fuck. Bun-”

Ropes of hot, thick cum shot down your throat, filling your mouth and spilling past your lips. The taste of Simon on your tounge was enough to break you. Your mind shattered as you began rutting on his thigh, not caring how needy you looked, the heat in your pussy sent you spiralling. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, and you gushed all over Simon’s leg as he pressed himself so deep into your mouth that your nose hit his stomach.

He sent the last of his load down your throat and pulled your head up as you gasped for air. The world was fuzzy, but you felt two big, strong arms pulling you up from where you’d collapsed forward onto Simon’s stomach.

Taking you into his lap, he ran a hand through your hair as he rubbed your back in slow, comforting circles. His cock lay resting against his stomach, big even when it was getting soft. Simon’s hand found your chin and he turned your gaze to his, helping you come back to reality by taking off his balaclava to let you see his face.

“Did so good f’me, pretty.” He pressed a kiss to your nose, making you giggle.

“Thank you, daddy.” You managed to say, your eyes getting droopy as sleepiness began to creep in.

“I think you learned your lesson, sweetheart.” He mused, noticing your breaths begin to slow. “Jus’ rest here, luv’.”

“Daddy’s got you.”

Simon watched with reverence as your head rested against his shoulder, your flushed cheeks making you look even cuter than you did choking on his cock. This was good. This was right. He’d take care of you forever, he knew it from the moment he saw you. You didn’t realize yet, but you had one hell of a guardian angel on your side.

[hana-no-seiiki]

WHY DON’T YOU GIVE ME A SMILE? (ACT 2)

YANDERE! BATFAM x JINX (ARCANE/LEAGUE)-ESQUE! READER

[ ACT ONE HERE ]

cw/tw: mentally ill reader. schizophrenic reader. reader w/ abandonment issues. manipulative reader. crimes. arson.

summary: we dive deeper into Gotham's explosive personality and history with those that took the title of ‘boy wonder’

MORE ON YOUR ORIGINS

“They were right! You’re just a Jinx.”

“Everybody shut up! I need to think!”

“We weren’t . . . “

As much as you scared the crap out of Joker’s goons. Since they saw you grow up first hand. A lot of them tended to be overprotective over you.

I mean, they’re insane enough to follow Joker. What more you?

They see you as his successor. An heir of sorts.

Which is why Jason Todd felt like he had no choice but to either fix you or keep you locked up.

You don’t remember much of him. If you did you would hate him.

He was the one that essentially helped you pull the trigger on your family.

If you haven’t read my other posts about it, here’s the rundown.

Jason had a massive crush on reader when the two of em were kids. Prior to everything. Before he was adopted, before reader set their world ablaze, before shit hit the fan essentially.

He saw how neglected you felt. The rejection you faced from your peers for not being strong enough. For being small and weak.

Him and your sister were pretty popular amongst the kids but it only made the comparisons worse.

It was always how they were “twice the kids at [Y/N]’s age.”

And so he thought of a little gift. Just a little something to show the others how cool you really are.

He didn’t expect you to use it that way. And the worst part of it all, he wasn’t there to comfort you. I mean sure, dozens of people died that day. Many of which he was somewhat fond of. But he was sure they’d want him to comfort you. To say that it wasn’t your fault.

And despite all that, you only knew Jason as that one guy Joker went too far with.

“Hey, [N/N].”

The call of your name almost froze you on the spot. Their screams pushed forward from the back of your mind into the forefront. You didn’t think. Your hands just pulled the trigger of your machine gun on its own.

“Who the hell are you?” You grit your teeth. You’ve heard of this Red Hood going around and ruining your adoptive father’s plans lately.

And what’s worse? The man kept forcing you to stay away. Plying you with all sorts of prostitutes and all the money you could ever need or want.

Despite your hostile disposition, the man in question doesn’t return it. “I’m sorry. This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have left you behind.”

“Leave.” You lowered your machine gun. A sudden wave of drowsiness overwhelmed you. A sense of calm. Weakness. Everything was screaming at you to end the source. But if he kept dodging your bullets them perhaps diplomacy would work.

You breathed out. [Y/N]. That name, that identity — though it fell down a well and was long dead it still had it uses.

Softened voice, doe eyes, and posture loose. If you had no other weapon they you always had your vulnerability.

“You need to leave, Joker is coming soon and I can’t help you if you’re caught.”

“Who was that, Jinx?” Joker asked.

You turned around. Your eyes meeting his chest and then his face, where that wide, freakish grin was stuck unto him.

“Old man, I think you mean what.” The toxic pink glint flashed through your eyes as you once again buried your old self along with the rest of the corpses that have met their demise by your hand.

“Meet Fishbones.”

BACK TO YOUR RIVAL:

Recently Tim had been . . . more agreeable to your demands somewhat?

You could tell he was pulling his punches.

Sometimes he’d even join you in your exploits.

You never trusted him of course. You never trusted anyone but yourself. But he was fun to be around is all. Whether it was you two beating each other to near death or blowing up buildings (he made sure to evacuate its residents before you two went all out).

“You know. I kinda wanna blow up that building. Don’t you think we’ll have a better view of the sky that way, Timmy?” You pointed to the structure with your signature gun shaped hand gesture.

That was one of Bruce’s buildings.

“You . . . “ Tim blinked at you a couple of times. “are so right.”

“Let’s go.” You yanked him the hand.

Tim smiled. Even if he wasn’t making direct contact with your skin, and you with his — he couldn’t help but smile at the intimacy of this moment. What were his worries with you beside him? All the sadness and anger felt so fleeting when he was with you.

His glee almost costed him his life as it took him a couple of moments to realize that you have pushed him off a building after a while of parkour.

He managed to grapple himself back, and with your assistance, he got back up to the ledge you two were on.

He gave you one half hearted glare. You laugh at his face, “You’re such a loser! Always ready to cry! Wah wah wah!” And you set off. Getting within the building with no care for stealth whatsoever.

What was the point of being all sneaky like when you had bombs on you?

"Wait up! Get back here!" Tim ran after you. He didn’t mind that you were essentially destroying all his and Bruce’s hard-work on his industries, but you were being too reckless. He would sure as hell minded if you were caught.

Turns out he wasn’t so far off when it came to his fears and suspicions.

“You. You set me up.” You glared at him. Hands on your blaster. Ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. Your eyes flicking between the men in front of you, wondering who was best to pick off first.

Batman, Nightwing, or the man you stupidly thought was your friend.

“No. No you have to believe me I—“ Tim tried to explain. But Dick cuts him off, “Good job, we couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You traitor. I knew it. I knew it.” Your voice got weaker and weaker.

No, no, no. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This wasn’t part of the plan. Tim was supposed to be with you for longer.

“I told you, you have no choice.” Bruce finally spoke. His cape moved to his back.

He wasn’t going to let you go. Not without making it bloody.

“Oh, boohoo. You’ve always been no fun!” Your eyes never leave the two dark suited men, but Tim knew you were speaking to him. “Good thing I never trusted you.”

And you take a deep breath, dropping the laughing gas Harley gave you for emergencies. It wasn’t as strong as the original one, hell you’re sure that those people probably expected that move. But it at least blocked their line of sights on you, allowing you to create some distance.

You managed to get far enough to ready your weapons and send a call of help to your adoptive parents before your prediction proved to be true — footsteps behind you; loud and clear.

“Look’s like we’ve got even more company. Huh, boy savior?”

“Don’t move and I won’t cut you down.”

Pow pow in your hand, and desperation in your mind. The last thing you heard is a blade unsheathing before you pull the trigger.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Monster, Inc. 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is an asshole, you know this. But what happens when he turns his wrath upon you? (plus!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, this reader is known as Missie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

You flip the switch and step back with a smile as you admire your work. Lloyd’s hair is nearly back to its normal hue. Your no professional, but at first glance, most people won’t notice the difference. 

“How lucky that you had a blow dryer, sir,” you chime as you follow the cord to the outlet and bend to unplug it. 

“Mm, always keep a travel bag handy,” he grumbles. “Hey, hips, grab me a mirror, will ya?” 

You stand straight and spin around, suddenly conscious of your bottom. You wrap up the cord and put the dryer back in his black bag. You sift around and pull out the small circle mirror inside. You hand it over to him as he watches you. 

“Needs some gel,” his eyes flick down to his reflection as he holds up the mirror and flips his fingers in his hair. “Comb.” 

You take his terse demands in stride. You’re just happy you didn’t ruin his hair. He probably is too, but he’d never admit that. 

You retrieve his comb and gel and set it on his desk. He shoves the mirror toward you and you wince. You take it and he grabs your wrist, guiding you to angle it towards him.

You stand there like an object as he opens the tin. He spreads the gel over his hair and uses the comb to tidy it. You look around. 

“Stay still,” he demands. 

“Sorry, sir,” you face him. “Mr. Hansen, it looks really good, I think.” 

“Mmm, it’s even,” he shrugs and tosses the comb down. He snaps his fingers and you trade the comb for the tissue box. He takes one to wipe his fingers. “I always look good, sweet cheeks.” 

He sits back and looks at you, arms crossed. You nod and tidy up the mess he left. 

“Of course, Mr. Hansen,” you agree as you pack everything away in his bag. 

“So you agree?” 

“Agree, sir?” You turn to him again. 

“That I look good.” 

You lower your brows and think. You don’t want to be unprofessional but you also can’t hurt his feelings. More like it would dent his ego. 

“Your hair looks really nice--” 

“Not the question, hips,” he huffs. 

You shift and sway nervously, “well, sure, sir. I think you clean up nice. You always look spiffy.” 

“Spiffy?” He frowns, “Get out.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You go to leave and he tuts, “ah. I’m gonna need a fresh breakfast. This is cold.” 

As you spin back again, the wrap lands on the floor in front of you. You step back as it explodes and the fluffy eggs litter the floor and the toes of your low heels. You bend to clean it up, swallowing your agitation. Sometimes, he really does get to you. 

“Good girl, hips, but try not to wag your ass like that outside these walls. Someone might get the wrong idea,” he scoffs. 

You stand up, “sir, would you like a fresh coffee too?” 

He leans his chin in his hand, his scowl dull with disappointment, “fine. Go.” 

You’re content to get some space from your boss. After so long tending to him, you can’t help but feel smothered by his persistent nagging. You can still smell the remover and dye as the scent clings to you. There’s another scent mingled in, maybe his cologne. 

You get a new wrap and coffee and return to the office. As you dip into Hansen’s office, he’s on a call. You leave his breakfast with him and duck out again. You sit behind your desk with a breath of relief. Finally, some space. Back to work. 

You skip lunch to make up for the time spent fixing Hansen’s hair. He emerges only to drop his garbage on your desk for you to clean up and with a few demands here and there. Nothing out of the usual. Everything’s back to how it should be; including his hair. 

You want to giggle as you think of it. You really should’ve tried to get a pic. No, that would be too much. 

Your phone vibrates and you rub your eye as you peel your gaze from your monitor. You open up the message from Peter. It’s a reminder of your plans. Seven o’clock! You add it to your calendar just to be sure. 

“Listen up, cheeks,” Hansen struts out as he checks his watch, “I need you to make me a reservation tonight. Six-thirty. Maestro’s. I got a buddy coming into town.” 

“Sure thing, sir,” you answer. “I’ll call the restaurant. Table for two.” 

“Get a booth, hips. You can come.” 

“Uh, Mr. Hansen?” You hesitate. 

“Uh, Missie,” he mocks, “just do what I tell you.” 

“I understand, sir, I can get the table but I have plans--” 

“You have plans?” He stomps his foot and tilts his head. “Since when do you have fun, Missie? Don’t tell me some freak wants to eat cake of your ass.” 

“Sir!” You exclaim. 

He snickers, “oh, come on, tell your little girlfriends to do something else. You’re coming.” 

“But sir, I finish at six--” 

“You finish when I say you do,” he snarls and jabs his fingertip at you. “Don’t test me. I’ve had a fucked up morning and I don’t need you ruining the rest of my day.” 

You stare at him and flick your lashes. You’re disappointed. You really did want to see Peter. He was always so much fun. 

“Alright, I’ll tell my friend not to bother--” you lift up your phone but before you can do anything, Mr. Hansen snatches it from you. 

“Peter? What kinda cuck name is that?” He snips. 

You stand up and reach for your cell. He keeps it out of your grasp as he keys with one thumb, looking up at the screen. 

“Sorry, Petey boy,” he types slowly, “found a bigger dick to ride.” 

He drops his arm and tosses the phone at you. You catch it against your chest and gape at him. He laughs again, “aw, Missie, don’t give me that look. You might actually make me feel bad.” He pinches your cheek and clicks his tongue, “get me a fucking reservation.” 

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Pairing(s): Billy Butcher x Reader, Logan Howlett x Reader, Billy Butcher x Reader x Logan Howlett, slight!Billy Butcher x Becca Butcher

Warnings: this dynamic has just been on my mind, i have lsfav to finish but damn do i keep getting inspiration for billy butcher and logan<3, cheating, previous relationships mentioned, lets say this takes place in the beginning of the boys season 2?, brief deadpool cameo, jealousy, situationship, friends with benefits, crossover, the boys x marvel, soldier girl!au tidbit, yes i named it after a mean girls musical song

His grip tightens on the nape of your neck, Butcher takes another inhale and grimaces to himself.

He pulls away from you. Those dark eyes that usually shine with affection toward you were void of any life, a black chasm drilling into you. Hurt knits his brows together and set his lips into a deep grimace.

You knew his fingers were tightening as his hand shook but you couldn't feel the pressure.

"Who is he?"

Fuck

Why of all days did he decide to pay you attention? Lately he'd been in such a piss mood because Logan (aka your fuckbuddy) had been evading him for a while now. Also annoying how another supe known as Deadpool was helping Logan escape every time Butcher came relatively close.

You'd come up with excuses as to why you couldn't help out in capturing him.

Unconciously you sniff at your hair and internally curse Logan for constantly smothering his face in your hair. His signature scent of whiskey, cedar and dare you say even a hint of cigar smoke.

With a simple shrug, you dislodge his hand from your throat and take a step back in observation of his rigid frame. You think of all the times you 'd been jealous of Becca. You knew it was petty of you. She was his wife after all. It didn't matter that you'd known him the longest or that he'd quite possibly been the love of your life when you were in our early twenties.

"We never discussed being exclusive, Butcher." you quietly remind him. Butcher didn't like that reply, his feelings evident in the snarl that curls his upper lip. He couldn't get mad at you. You were right.

Haughtily he stomps around you, heading for the door.

You sigh after he loudly slams the door. Hughie pokes his head out from an adjoining room. "That didn't sound good. . ."

Refusing to give into Butcher's tantrum, you fold your arms in front of your chest. "Just let him blow off steam. Either way. . . It's not like I'm his partner or anything. We fuck on occasion. That's it."

"Not to mention your previous relationship with him?" Hughie brings up. "He might still have genuine feelings for you. Maybe for him, its not just fucking. You know Butcher. He's too proud for his own good so of course he's not going to mention it if you don't-"

"Jesus Christ Hughie, be someone else's goddamn therapist!" Snapping you immediately regret it when Hughie's mouth presses into a thin line. "I'm sorry, Hughie. . ."

Talking about your feelings wasn't normal for you either. Soldier Boy thought emotions were for pussies. Even if he'd had a soft spot for his daughter, it made him uncomfortable whenever you talked about your feelings. He wasn't equipped to deal with that.

"No, it's my bad. I should stay out of it."

You run a hand through your hair. "Fuck, Hughie. . .I really didn't want to think that this would hurt him. Or maybe I did. . . Shit, did I just ruin everything?"

Logan wasn't someone permanent, both of you knew that. Trouble followed both you and Logan. Intersecting your lives would conclude with utter chaos. You really liked him though. Damn you say you were fond of Logan and his reserved nature. You'd come to appreciate waking up to his face that still possessed a hint of a scowl in his brows. Weary lines etched into his features were engrained in your memory.

Hughie gives a pause before inquiring "Is it someone we know? If it is, we should give them a heads up."

A shake of your head, you plop down on a chair that is barely held together by duct tape. Your stuck in your thoughts of Logan. His long sideburns that you liked to play with when you lay in his arms. You'd even got to know Wade and had taken to calling Logan 'Peanut' too. He'd definitely become more than a simple booty call. Logan slowly entwined his life with your's.

"No. Butcher will never find out who he is. I'm certain of it. But to be on the safe side. . . I'll have to call it quits for now. I just- He's so focused on finding where Becca is that I didn't think it would bother him if I was with someone else."

There's another chair across from you that Hughie takes up. "He loves you a lot. He's never stopped. He told me that even when he was married to Becca, he loved you. Its hard when you love two people at once. You don't intend for it to happen, but circumstances will it into existence."

Internally you chuckle. Hughie really should have concerned therapy as a profession or some sort of degree in psychology. Yet you suppose he was in the same situation as both you and Butcher. He was falling in love with Annie/Starlight but would always love Robin.

Reaching for your phone, you're already pulling up your texts with Logan (you had him saved as '🥜').

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us: Chapter 30

summary: You take a risky step to stop things from unraveling within the group, but what you doesn’t expect is the dark turn of events waiting for you in the woods. Tensions rise as the line between trust and betrayal grows dangerously thin.

warnings: violence, lots of violence from here on out really

notes: two short chapters today! no flashbacks! shit is getting real!

The sun is still hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows across the yard as you make your way toward the barn. It’s quiet, the kind of quiet that feels ominous, like everything around you is holding its breath–including you. Glancing back at the house, you hear the soft sounds of people talking, but no one notices you slipping away. They’re all wrapped up in their own grief, their own conversations. Daryl is getting ready to head out, and you have a moment’s hesitation when you see Shane talking to Rick up on the porch. Should you tell Rick you’re going out? No, better to be alone for what you’re about to do—that’s exactly how it needs to be. Especially with Shane right there it would ruin your entire plan. You needed to be careful about this if it was going to work.

The barn looms ahead, bathed in the golden light of early evening. Your heart pounds, your pulse loud in your ears, but your steps are steady. Reckless. Stupid. The words you’d always heard ringing in your ears. But you can’t shake the feeling gnawing at your gut—that if you don’t do something, things will only get worse. Shane wants him dead. Rick can’t make the call. And Daryl... You push that thought down, forcing yourself to focus. This isn’t about what anyone else thinks. It’s about keeping the group together, stopping this from blowing up in all their faces. Daryl would forgive you, at least you’d hoped he would.

You reach the barn door, pausing for just a second. Your hand hovers over the handle, your breath shallow, nerves creeping up your spine. For a brief moment, you wonder if you should turn around, let Rick and Daryl handle it like they planned. No.��Something had to be done. It’s too late to turn back now. This is the only way to keep things from spiraling out of control.

Randy is sitting up against the wall, blindfolded and handcuffed to the wall. He has a strip of fabric around his head to cover his eyes and duct tape over his mouth. He looks nothing like the frat boy from months ago that kissed you in the kitchen.

Randy stirs at the sound of you coming into the barn, and he looks up blindly. You take a deep breath, and approach him, taking off the blindfold. His brown eyes squint in the light coming through the wooden beams, but adjust to the sight of you in front of him.

“Don’t make a sound,” you say immediately, taking the keys from your pocket. It was pretty stupid of whoever left them on the door outside. “I’m gettin’ you outta here, but you have to listen to everything I say. You hear me? No funny business. You try anything,” you growl, “and I will shoot you, Randy.”

His eyes widen, but his brows shoot up in surprise as he nods fervently. You reach behind him, and grimace at the sight. He’s been pulling his hands so hard that they’re bleeding and the skin gummy around the handcuffs from his desperation. You leave the handcuffs on for now, in case he were to try anything, and just undo the lock on the chain keeping him to the wall. As you sit back on your heels in front of him, you try to make your voice as low and serious as possible, “I’m goddamn serious, Randy. I ain’t doin’ this for you. I’m doin’ this for my people. My friends. You make one wrong move–” but he’s whimpering, nodding, his eyes growing misty. You reach up to the duct tape, and pull it quickly from his mouth.

“Why you doin’ this?” he asks softly.

“Cause I don’t need your people showin’ up here to kill us all, but I also don’t want my people killing themselves over you either, let's go,” you rise, holding his arm up with you. He stands, legs stumbling a bit from lack of use. 

You pause at the door, peeking your head out to see if anyone is around, then looking back at Randy. His eyes are wide as he looks at you–really looks at you now.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Don’t thank me yet, idiot, we ain’t even out the barn,” you whisper, and run for the woods, holding his arm. The treeline luckily buts up against this old barn, so you immediately run into it. Once you’re a few paces deep into the woods, you turn to him, stopping him, “Where is your camp?”

“I don’t kn–” he begins, but you smack him upside the head, “Don’t lie, idiot. I’m your best shot of getting back to them. Where are they?”

“Okay, okay, jeez,” he says, pulling his face away, “I–I think we were camped along the highway, bout five miles from here.” your spine chills. They were only five miles from here. From your group…from Daryl. You swallow and nod, pointing him ahead.

“This way,” you point toward the direction of the road.

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Daryl

He’s packing up the truck as T-Dog hands him Dale’s old gun, “Sure wish I knew where the hell mine is,” Daryl grumbles. He hears footsteps coming up behind him, turning to see Rick sauntering over, his hand on the holstered gun. T-Dog heads out to get Randall, the prisoner, and Rick comes up to Daryl’s side, looking at the ground with his brows furrowed.

“What you did last night–” he starts.

“You don’t always have to do all the heavy liftin’,” Daryl grunts, but looks at Rick with eyes full of meaning. Rick’s eyes snap up to his, and without another word, he just nods. Daryl never felt like he was good at saying what he meant to people. No one really knew him well enough like you did. He was able to let down the walls he built around himself when he was with you. Daryl grabs his crossbow again, checking the bolts with practiced ease before settling into the truck’s passenger seat. The truck is packed tight with what they need—water in the cooler, extra gasoline, the essentials for when things inevitably go to hell. He listens to the quiet shuffle of Rick’s boots as he loads the last of their supplies. There’s an unease hanging in the air, something he can’t quite shake, but Daryl pushes it down.

A few minutes pass, and Daryl leans back in the seat, ready to go. But then, from the corner of his eye, he catches movement—T-Dog coming back from the barn, his steps quick and heavy. And that look on his face. Daryl’s chest tightens. He doesn’t have Randall with him. Something’s wrong.

T-Dog’s empty-handed, panic etched into every line of his face. He rushes over to them, his breath coming fast. “Randall’s gone,” he blurts out, his voice tight with fear. “He ain’t there.”

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You

The light is fading, casting long shadows through the trees as you walk deeper into the woods. The air feels cool on your skin, but your chest is tight, your heart pounding with every step. You can hear Randall’s boots crunching the leaves behind you, his breathing steady, too steady, as if he’s not risking his neck out here.

Randall stays a few paces behind you, his footsteps heavy from tripping over roots and whatever lays across his path, “So, what’s your plan when you get me to the highway?” he asks, his voice cutting through the quiet. “Just gonna leave me there to fend for myself?”

You don’t look back. “That’s the idea.”

He chuckles, a low, almost mocking sound. “I could help you, y’know. My people... they’d take you in.”

You don’t answer, forcing your legs to keep moving, your mind racing. The highway isn’t far now. Just a little while longer, and this will all be behind you. But the silence feels heavier with every step. You glance over your shoulder, checking the distance to the farm, to see if anyone else is coming, but all you see are trees—just you, Randall, and the woods stretching out in every direction.

Another long span of quiet follows, and the woods are getting harder and harder to see in. This was such a stupid idea. You start regretting not telling anyone you were leaving. But then, you knew the plan would’ve never worked if anyone knew what you were doing. This had to be a one person job.

“Come on, we almost there?” Randall calls out, a few steps behind you. You roll your eyes and turn to look at him, but as you turn, a voice comes out of the deep evening shadows, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins, turning them to ice.

“Almost there for sure,” Shane says, stepping out of the trees, his presence sudden and unnerving. 

Randall barely has time to register what’s happening before Shane’s hands are on him, swift and merciless. “I’ll take it from here.”

With a brutal twist, the sharp snap of Randall’s neck echoes through the stillness, his body crumpling to the ground like a discarded ragdoll. Your breath catches in your throat as you stumble back, your hand instinctively reaching for your weapon, but it’s already too late. Randall lies lifeless at Shane’s feet, his eyes still wide, the shock frozen on his face.

Shane looks up at you, calm, almost casual, like what just happened was nothing. His eyes lock onto yours, and he steps forward, closing the space between you with chilling ease.

“You thought you could just sneak him out, huh?” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s a sharp edge to it that makes your skin crawl. “Thought no one would notice?”

Shane takes another step forward, his eyes dark and unrelenting, “Honestly, if you weren’t such a fucking problem for me, I’d be thanking you. Got this kid outta the way easily. All I have to say is he escaped, came after you, and I killed him when I saw what he did to you. Easy. They’d all believe me,”

Your heart pounds in your chest, the reality of what just transpired crashing over you in waves. You can’t tell if Shane is threatening you, but his words hold more meaning than he’s letting on. You prayed someone was nearby to stop this. Then the shock of being alone with Shane in the woods hits you. Suddenly the woods feel too quiet, too closed in. He just looks at you, his eyes cold and calculating, like he’s sizing you up. Not even caring about Randy’s body lying next to him.

“You know what the problem is, don’t you?” His voice is calm, almost too calm, and that’s what makes it so terrifying. “Youve been standin’ in the way of what I want. Between me and Lori. Between me and what’s supposed to be mine. My baby inside her.”

Your pulse races, your mouth going dry. “Shane—”

He cuts you off, taking another step closer, his hand brushing against the tree trunk, fingers tapping like he’s barely holding something back. “No, you listen. I’ve done everything for this group. For Rick. For Carl. And you? Ever since you showed up, you just keep gettin’ in the way. At the CDC when I coulda had Lori then and there, you come and interrupt everything. Overhearin’ our conversations. Thought you could pull a fast one tonight, but look at you now. You’re not gonna fix anything. Just like Lori ain’t gonna fix anything, not unless Rick’s outta the picture.”

Your stomach twists, dread settling deep in your gut as his words sink in. Now you knew he was threatening you. And Rick. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Rick’s your friend,” you say, your voice trembling despite yourself.

Shane laughs, a low, bitter sound. “Rick’s the last obstacle. Just him standin’ between me and what I deserve. And then, it’ll be over.”

You swallow hard, caught between fight or flight. The decision to run is instinctual, primal, and every nerve in your body is screaming for you to move, to escape before it’s too late. But your legs feel rooted to the ground. “And Daryl?” you ask, your voice tough, trying to sound strong, but you’re desperate for a thread of hope. “What about Daryl? You’d have to face him if you did anything to me.”

That’s when Shane’s smile turns into something cruel, something that makes your blood run cold. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice as he chuckles darkly. “Daryl? Oh, he’s easy. I’ve already shown him what I’m capable of. Ever since you joined us, you two have been nothin’ but a problem for me, joined back at the hip like stupid teenagers again.”

Your heart stutters. The way he says it—the way his eyes glint with that twisted satisfaction—you know what he means. He’s not bluffing. He’s already hurt Daryl, already proven just how dangerous he can be. Does he mean tonight? A surge of panic grips you, your vision narrowing as everything comes crashing down at once.

You can’t stay here. Not alone in the woods with Shane. Not after what he just did to Randy. Not after what he’s hinting he’ll do next. No one was coming to save you, to stop him.

Without another word, you turn and run.

[makerofmadness]

Golden Cheese Cookie (II AU)

thought for posts talking about individual characters I'd start with the first character I properly developed for it. So uh fun fact since this AU spawned during the Land of Fire and Ruin update guess who basically wrote herself out of my brain at this AU's inception

That's right: our lord and savior Biggie Cheese /ref

The Demonic Goddess, Great Destroyer, Beast of Destruction, whatever name you wish to call her <3

(other relevant posts: main post about AU, GC dialogue post)

She was the fourth of her friends to fall- and she hung on by a thread for all that time. You see, the thing about them was that as they tried to make it through the eons, the only real comfort they had was in each other... however, over time, even that wasn't meant to last. Against their wills. Things got in the way. One by one, they fell

Golden Cheese Cookie, poor Golden Cheese Cookie... she was never the best at handling loss. First it was the Dark Flour War, then it was being displaced in time itself, and now she had to endure the cycle of repeatedly building things up and watching them fall, over and over and over again as history marched its way on...

If it hadn't been for the love and support of her friends, those most precious treasures of hers, she would have shattered so much sooner. They helped her endure, kept her grounded, through every time her heart had been cut into and grief had poured out of it...

And then, some of them just... fell silent. It was impossible to arrange to meet anymore without full communication. No one wanted to really acknowledge what had likely happened

Still, she just barely survived on letters alone. As much as it hurt not getting to see her friends' faces, to hold them in her arms- and even when the next one fell, at least she had...

Eventually, after yet another loss, yet another blow to her mental state that had long been past the point of collapse, she waited and waited for Pure Vanilla Cookie to write back to her...

But even he had finally fallen silent.

...had he been taken from her too, just like everything else? Had all of them been? All of her friends, just like all the rest of her treasures- why was the world so keen on ripping them from her arms?

She finally had reached her breaking point. With nothing and no one else left, she finally cracked under the pressure.

If the world was going to destroy everything she loved, destroy her...

Then why shouldn't she just treat it the same way?

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I was originally gonna write the rest out in long form but decided to put it in bullet notes for ease of presentation/to make it easier to read through. Just talking about her personality/Present self.

Queen of the Land of Spice; highly protective (arguably possessive) over her subjects who, in turn... mostly fear her and her destructive power. Though unlike with a certain Cookie in another time, it isn't only fear they have for her...

Still as greedy as ever. If she likes something enough, she hordes it in her palace's vaults, safe and sound and unable to be stolen (...this sometimes also applies to living desserts)

She is very clingy. (Not just physically... but often also physically; hey, she loves hugs!)

She's also very affectionate. (In general. Including physically. Again, she loves hugs)

Has a few cat-like mannerisms. Picked them up from a certain dear friend of hers

She has a lot more energy in her than she used to, making her behavior border on hyperactive, as a result of her not constantly venting her destructive energy. She wasn't really built to handle destruction, and that energy has to come out, one way or another...

When she is upset or distressed, that energy grows out of her control, and she goes into a full-on destructive rampage. There aren't many Cookies that can stop her when this happens, so the Spices have just kinda learned to keep a far distance and wait her out. After all, if any of them get even just hurt (let alone worse) by her, that will only devastate her more, and devastation... breeds devastation.

She considers herself to be both the Demon and the God described by the legend, as she was once one and is now the other.

She is particularly close with Nutmeg Tiger Cookie.

She can be quite playful. Despite being older, she's arguably acts even more childishly than she used to.

She laughs a lot. It's a coping mechanism.

The crack in her face emanates pure destructive energy.

Even after an eternity spent ripped from them, she has not forgotten a single Cookie of the Golden Cheese Kingdom...

She... doesn't really like what she's become. She especially doesn't like her uncontrollable destructive urges. But she can't help it, so... might as well revel in it. Have fun with it! She isn't having fun. At least until she can take back what is rightfully hers...

[aheckinmess]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

(Part 16 of The Snowball Effect)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Reader Has an Ice Quirk, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, Christmas Special, MHA Christmas Special, Sick Fick, You Catch a Cold After Playing in the Snow, Shoto Todoroki, Fuyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Toya Todoroki, Tenko Shimura, Technically He's a Todoroki, But For the Sake of People Understanding the Tags, You Get My Point, They're All So Cute, Raging Fluff

Word Count: 800 words

Summary: You've been playing out in the cold, winter snow for several days now; is it really any surprise that you've caught a cold?

Playlist: The Snowball Effect

December 16

Though your ice quirk keeps you immune from the frigid temperatures associated with winter, that doesn’t always mean you’re impervious to its effects. Though you’ve spent most of the holiday season cheerfully encouraging your children to go play outside while the snow still sticks to the ground, you’ve pushed yourself a little too far. 

Okay, fine, may you’ve pushed yourself way too far. 

In your defense, you didn’t assume a few hours walking in the brisk temperatures to look at Christmas lights would be that bad; after all, with a walking space heater on your arm and a resistance to cold, it should have been impossible.

Yet, here you are.

“Enji, I’m not that sick.” You bemoan, nostrils fighting to suck in air past mucus-filled passageways. “I’m fine. No need to keep me bedridden.”

You’re grateful he calls you out on your bluff, because damn it feels good to be doted on. Especially when your head is pounding like hammers in Santa’s workshop.

“You need to rest. If you hadn’t insisted on letting Fuyumi use your coat, maybe I’d be able to let you get up.” He grouses, placing a warm palm on your forehead. “As it is, you’re burning up. And that’s supposed to be my specialty.”

“That’s nothing. I’ve just decided to go into the fire quirk business.” You taunt.

“Is that so?” He scoffs, but you catch the faint smile he tries to hide. “Best leave that to me, then, because your body certainly isn’t a fan.”

“It’s trying to ruin my dreams.”

A fever reducer and several blankets later has you in a pleasant, sleep-induced coma. Movies portray dreams around Christmas time as filled with sugar plums and candy canes, but the only thing you dream about is Enji’s face full of concern.

“Mommy?” Shoto’s voice pulls you out of unconsciousness. “I made you something to feel better.”

Once your eyes crack open, you see little Shoto’s hands holding out a steaming mug of tea. With ginger movements you take the mug and blow a little frost into the cup to cool it for a pleasant sip that wraps you up in reminders of the love your family showers upon you.

“Thank you, Shoto.” You set your mug on the bedside table and squeeze his hand. “That makes me feel much better.”

“I got something for you, too!” Tenko shouts down the hall, rushing in with an extra little pillow to set behind your neck. “And Fuyumi’s coming with something to help too.”

“It’s a few word puzzles for when you’re awake. That way you have something to do and don’t get tempted to get up and overexert yourself.” She explains, resting three small word books on the table beside your mug.

“And I figured you would want cuddles.” Natsuo offers, holding out his most cherished little panda stuffie. “Just make sure you take good care of General Bamboo.”

“Aww, my sweet babies.” Tears glitter in your eyes as you caress each of their faces in turn. “I’ll be sure to get better quickly just for you. Make sure you all take care of each other so you don’t get sick either.” You attempt to usher them out with a dismissive wave of your hand.

But it’s Enji who corrals them out of the room. 

“I know you all love your mother very much, but you need to give her space to rest. I’m sure she appreciates everything you’ve done for her, as I do.” He pats each of them on the head as they leave.

When it’s just the two of you, he sits on the edge of the bed.

“I hate when you’re sick.” He murmurs.

“I know. I’m so useless when I’m down and out like this.” You agree.

“You’re not useless.” He hisses, glaring at your self-depreciation. “What I meant was…it’s not like you. Normally, you’re so lively and full of vigor. Seeing you sick and restless in bed makes me wish I were the one stuck there instead.”

“Ah, but if you were stuck,” A cough interrupts you, rattling your frame until you sip the tea Shoto made and settle back against the extra pillow from Tenko. “If you were stuck, I’d feel much the same way.”

“You mean you’d rather I be well enough so I could keep being grouchy and irritating?” He teases.

“You’re not irritating and grouchy.” You hum, a smile tickling your lips. “More like passionate and exhausted. It takes a lot to do what you do every day, Enchan.”

“Hey, you’re the one who’s sick in bed, and you’re trying to raise my spirits?” His fingers thread through your silky locks as he sighs. “Get some rest, okay? Take care of my reason for existence.” He winks.

“Take care of mine and we have a deal.”

Day 17

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the holiday banner! Thank you so much!

[limbobilbo]

Hey guys quick question.

Is it normal to just open google images and look at spheres?

Because I don’t really know how to feel anymore. Everything in my life just feels listless and unimportant. Being socially awkward basically entirely ruins my ability to do anything, that and ADHD. I am completely incapable of expanding my social circle, because im terrified of either losing the friends I have or getting burned trying. Trying to be in a relationship is so difficult, the sort of half one im kind of in makes me feel awkward a lot and I want to try more and go further but I cant out of a personal fear. I keep trying to try things and failing, im bad at any game I try to get into, guilty gear, chivalry, 90% of single player games. I feel like a creative but any attempt at creativity just blows up in my face. Writing, acting, creating a documentary project, all of it is either bad or when im passionate about it, it gets no reception at all. It always makes me annoyed when I post something I put effort into or that I find funny it gets no traction because people only like shit memes I post. One of my best friends got hyper obsessed with something last year and now its basically 90% of my conversations with him and I don’t want to tell him that im losing investment in it, but I can’t tell him because I dont want to leave someone ive been friends with for six years. I think one of the worst things is that I want to do or at least try youtube but I cant get the true motivation to do it. University makes me unbelievably anxious for reasons I can’t describe. I want to be independent but im not employed and im scared of being more independent. Im sorry for the ranting, but I’m just listless, sad, scared and tired. And im sleeping poorly, and unable to lose weight.

And im fully expecting this to get two likes total because as I said when im genuine I get nothing.

[starheirxero]

Back again on Laes and Sams👀

WE FINALLY HAVE A CHANCE TO GET SOLAR BACK- I AM SO INTRIGUED, AND ECLIPSE WILL MOST DEFINITELY PLAY A LARGE ROLE IN IT- I am so happy, my boy is getting his redemption arc! He's might be looking for Solar's energy already, by the looks of it!🤔

Speaking of Eclipse, him giving Earth the gift of talking to animals??? Look at him going soft!! He's definitely too embarrassed to admit it though-

His casual interactions with Lunar and Earth also made me so happy! Theres just something about it-

Speaking of Laes, the way Earth keeps checking up on people is so heartbreaking?? Last time she didn't check up on somebody, he ended up dying, so now she's checking excessively!

Everyone wants Ruin dead- I honestly really hope he stays alive, he's so cool??? He is, by far, one of the most interesting characters! I want to analyze him under a microscope👀

Also, utmv was such a big part of my life, by god- I eventually started hyperfixating on other things, but this will always stay with me!

-Stardust

YEHAHSHAHSHA!!!!! I KNOW RIGHT I'm soso terribly fascinated to see where this all ends up!! There's like a handful of paths and I'm so antsy bc I can't tell if its gunna end up so happy and joyous or if everything is going to blow up in our faces HEJAHAJDN

ECLIPSE WITH EARTH YEA OMG HONESTLY IT MAKES ME A LITTLE EMOTIONAL THAT HE DID THAT ACTUALLY. Like I've lowkey been an Eclipse and Earth friendship enjoyer forever but seeing it become real because Eclipse went out of his way to do something nice makes me go ueueue...... Of course he wouldn't admit to to their faces ("I don't leave sticky notes" is the silliest excuse I've heard in a while) but its just such a nice change of pace <3

AND YEA omg I didn't even think about Earth checking up on everyone aoaughghhj...... she's making sure everyone is still accounted for bc she can't risk losing anyone else ueueue :(

AND RUIN YEEESSSS GOSH. I need to get a little purse and let him sit in there like one of those little dogs. He's so fascinating. World's most guy ever <3

AND YAYYYYY OMG YEA I GET U ENTIRELY. it consumed like a total of 3-4 years of my life so its just permanently printed on me now LMAO🙏

[ritzcuit]

got an ask on my art blog abt dhurkedatz wedding which i will draw Sometime in the next millenium ideally but in the meantime its cutie to think about...uhuhughh cry. Cus dhurkes done it before you know and it was some MASSIVE grand thing marrying into the royal family like crazy...hes older mors confident and more prepared and its more lowkey. and big acts of love and declaration are all he does. hes so ready for it... he can still be nervous of course..he will be he has to be its so cutie. but its not an anxiety. not in the slightest...even if every single thing went wrong...its with datz. what havent they been able to handle? there is no "ruining this perfect day" bc the way they get through literally everything is by laughing in the face of it ...

meanwhile datz i think islike a living bomb HELP Ppl expect him to be so nonchalant. hes datz he doesnt take anything seriously! i dont think datz is an anxious person at his core, just hyperactive, but its like... His First Time, and dhurke is so...SO, important, To him, And everyone, and hes like imjust going to blow up. What if i just blew the whole venue up would that be cool. Lets all explode how about that? hes like one startle away from letting loose his firecrackers and hightailing it outta there. Which is crazy bc its like..POSITIVE... hes not anxious for the same reason dhurke isnt anxious... he knows, logically, that theres no way it can Go Wrong unless the place got like. ambushed. or something crazy.

and it really has to be such a lowkey thing. for a few reasons... well safety. objectively. theyd never Fully Be Safe... and just comfort. its them and apollo and yuty and probably amara and surely rayfa would be like WHATS HAPPENING, and its their fellow comrades, probably in some tavern theyve used as a meetup spot all the time... just a small gathering of whoever they can call family... Ok well really they tried to keep it small but its a party and the dragons love a party! abd thats well and good until datz realizes that it is actually a great deal of people who Will See this unambiguous unabashed Declaration Of Love. from him. specifically. a serious personal thing unrelated to the revolution...its just dhurke and datz as people. and its his first time.......and like amara's gonna be thKFNDHFNF LIKE HELPPP HOW CAN HE COMPETE WITH WHAT DHURKES ALREADY HAD? HUH?

its ok datz is an entertainer at heart and he and dhurke can do anythibg together.and that includes the great insurmountable task of A Wedding.. its so awesome... its unbelievable. its so cutie. Its insane......crying a little. him and dhurke ditching early and running off somewhere quiet... partially to decompress and partially bc theyre both just rebels at heart like that... they always gotta be Up To Something! this probably drives apollo insane but it cant be helped... Bc i know he was the one planning most of it anyway by his own insistence. . lmfao. but cries. The dads ok?

[dynmghts]

he’d been tinkering away in the support lab for… ages. he’d even refused katsuki access, which was all but unusual. it was usually an unspoken agreement that they had free reign of one another’s work spaces within the agency. he’d been shut in there for all but two days, coming out for meals and home time, of course! but… yeah. it probably looked really suspicious.

he’s going to wait to present his gift, sneaking it back home while katsuki was on his patrol route - thanks, interns! and he’ll slide the box over once katsuki gets home from work, too excited to wait until he’d even got his boots off.

“surprise…!” he’s grinning, eyes shining. he’s very proud of this one. inside the box is something he’d been working on, with complete secrecy. inside were brand-new gauntlets, shined to perfection, and upon picking them up - it was clear they’d been modified, just a teeny bit. there’d been a new material discovery which was perfect for katsuki, the substance being fine with high temperatures. easier range and direction for his explosions. wrapped around one of the gauntlets, there was a gold chain that he’d made entirely himself, threaded with a mixture of emeralds and rubies. he wanted to make something nice, too!

“sorry i banned you from my workshop. but i didn’t want you ruining your surprise!” he’s beaming. “bigger blasts, precise direction, withstand larger explosions…” he’s grinning. “i hope you like them…”

when izuku locks himself in his support lab, it sets off alarm bells.

and when katsuki starts to get insistent about entering, izuku has to reassure him both inside and out of it. there have been a few instances where work orders would flood the support tech's desk, after all, and katsuki does everything in his power to avoid it happening... but he can't do that with a door in his face and removed access. and knowing midoriya izuku, katsuki assumes - rightfully, in his not-so-humble opinion - that he's trying to cover up some overworking to meet demands.

it takes some enticing to stop him blowing the door off its hinges, and izuku to assure the bakugou that he'll be emerging for breaks and home... but it does stave off katsuki's aggressive curiosity. it doesn't stop him from watching the green-haired man closely for changes, though, subtle or otherwise. if anything about izuku was off, he would've fought his way in there.

and that isn't from a lack of trust; that is him being... well, concerned.

worried would be a better word if katsuki could stomach the idea.

the worry concern hardly wavers when he's on his patrol all afternoon, the shift cutting into dinner. that means he must find some alternative lest his kitchen end up in a cacophonous state, all due to an unfortunate escapade to make something edible, with skills that aren't necessarily on par with his own. and, of course, such a state would be namely caused by the same person that's managed to keep him stressed over the disruption of routine.

he reminds himself this isn't meant to be forever when he ducks into the ramen shop on the way home. that it's just temporary, just for now - even as he pays for his and izuku's choice of meal, taking the bag and pacing outside, even as he begins his trek home, he recites it in his mind. just temporary, just for now.

katsuki expects izuku to be home before him. he hardly bats an eye at the other in that regard. what he didn't expect is the box being offered to him before he could even slip off his combat boots; nothing too fancy, but quite large in size.

❛ huh? ❜

surprise, izuku says, like that clears up literally anything for the blond. katsuki hastily slips off his boots to step over the threshold of the genkan, box now in hands, and notably quite... not too heavy, but not light. a quiet rattle from his jostling as he shuffles it over to a surface. confusion seizes crimson gaze with brows creasing and hands hovering to the sides of the lid - unsure, suddenly, about what it is that izuku's shoved in here.

eyes befall the new pair of gauntlets the moment he opens that lid, and calloused palms lift one of them from the box with a sudden, overwhelming curiosity. a sudden desire to understand more about it. [ of course he locked himself away for the last few days. he was making these for him, and it was meant to be a surprise, and therefore... something to uplift his mood? a nice gesture, maybe. both. ]

the words threaten to tumble as he traces the grooves, feels the material. he notes the polished sheen and where his fingerprints linger. the sleeker design, the tweaked mechanism for a concentrated blast, the more efficient means of siphoning sweat for his handheld grenades, the better padding on the inside... katsuki doesn't even know what the inside looks like and he suddenly wants to demand, insist that izuku show him - or maybe he'll get his hands on the blueprints. izuku would know it was innate curiosity before anything else.

all of this didn't mean he hadn't noticed the chain. katsuki places the gauntlet down so he can reach to the other, lift it just enough to seize the gold chain and gently remove it from the gear. he notes the way the metal glistens, the way red and green reflect so vividly in the light they're held up to. the small imperfections among some of the gems.

❛ you kicked me out for all this? ❜ suddenly, katsuki thinks he might actually be grateful for not blasting off that door. this would not have been as impressive if he found out sooner. ❛ you spend all your time working on 'em? ❜

he wouldn't be surprised... but katsuki would still punch his shoulder for it.

as it stands, though, katsuki places the chain back into the box for now, taking in a deep breath and focusing on bringing the ramen meals into his ... [ thankfully pristine. ] ... kitchen. and as he grabs out some utensils for the meal: ❛ you gotta tell me all about what improvements you've made. what they're made of, too. don't think i didn't notice the new material, nerd. hell, if it's that fancy new shit they've been all the rage about lately, and you busted the agency's bank account to get some and use it... ❜

well, it would explain the purchase made - katsuki owns his agency, dammit, of course he fucking noticed. a part of him was going to chastise izuku for it. but now that he glances at those new gauntlets again?

❛ ... i hope you're ready to get more on hand when a villain shatters 'em. ❜

@starshinc / unprompted. <3

[arabaka]

im sorry if this may come out as a deeply personal question but i really wanna know what each different person’s experience is. how do you deal with bpd? how do you exactly cope with?

don't fret! i don't mind at all! i think it's so important to learn from others, whether it be their shortcomings or successes, especially with BPD because who knows us better than others going through it? ofc... not counting professionals LOL

first, you need to be gentle with yourself, as much as you can. it's easy for our brains to go into fight mode, even over the most minute things, and as hard as it is in the moment, you need to recognize those intense feelings as fleeting. you won't always be in a splitting episode and acknowledging where your emotions are coming from, that it's your bpd agitating the situation, is helpful on its own.

another thing i try to keep in mind is taking PAUSES. when we're triggered, our minds become a battlefield. we don't want to hold our tongue and we want to lash out, either with ourselves or loved ones. exploding at others does not help and it never will. this is a lesson i've had to learn and relearn time and time again. bpd sucks because it can totally unfurl your progress in a flash. you need to recognize that this is NEVER a successful method for dealing with your feelings towards others. our words will 9 times out of 10 blow up in our face. no one wants to be yelled at, especially over perceived slights. i've broken down, gotten mad at friends, and completely ruined bonds because of it. but going back to being gentle with yourself, don't let your failures dictate your future. i've lost close friends because of my inappropriate outbursts and i wish icould say i learned how to cope better after losing people but i didn't. so now, i hold my tongue as best as i can and combat my thoughts with affirmations like reminding myself that my friends understand and are doing their best, just like i am, and don't deserve the brunt of my bpd just because i feel volatile in the moment.

usually when i'm in a high-stress moment, i take a step back from everything, kind of like a protective measure for myself AND my friends because i know how my bpd exacerbates the situation.

all i can say is be kind to yourself; we're all humans learning how to navigate this world, we're just given an extra course :)

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas, Jade Harley, Dave Strider

Act 5, page 2852

CCG RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY.

CCG: HEY FUTURE ME, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS EXPLODED JADEBOT BUSINESS?

CCG: MUST BE SOMETHING REALLY MISSION CRITICAL, OR JADE WOULDN'T HAVE BOTHERED GETTING IN TOUCH WITH US, RIGHT?

CCG: SOMETHING IMPERATIVE TO OUR SURVIVAL NO DOUBT?

CCG: HEY DOUCHE BAG, ARE YOU THERE

??? gardenGnostic [?GG] AT ?:?? responded to memo.

?GG: oh jeez, why am i doing this

?GG: this is so stupid!

CCG: PIPE DOWN HARLEY, THIS PRACTICALLY DOESN'T EVEN CONCERN YOU AT THIS POINT

?GG: bluhhh youre so funny!!!!!

CCG: NOTHING TO SAY, FUTURE ME?

CCG: NOT EVEN A FEW PARTING WORDS OF SCORN FOR ME OR THE NARCOLEPTIC IDIOT?

CCG: IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE'VE SPARRED, HOW I'VE MISSED THE SWEET STING OF YOUR BARBS

?GG: are you enjoying yourself karkat?

CCG: HAHAHA YOU ARE SO DUMB YOU ACTUALLY THINK THIS IS A RUSE.

CCG: YOU'VE COME ALL THIS WAY AND YOU STILL DON'T GET THAT ALL THE SHIT WE'VE BEEN TELLING YOU ABOUT IS REAL.

CCG: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BE PULLING A STUNT LIKE THIS, WHAT A WASTE OF TIME.

CCG: I REALLY AM TALKING TO FUTURE ME, HE'S JUST BEING AN EVASIVE TOOL.

?GG: well obviously i know some things youve said are true

?GG: its just hard to take everything at face value when youre always so nasty!

CCG: YOU KNOW, IT'S REALLY AMAZING HOW BEHIND THE TIMES YOU ARE.

CCG: IT'S ALMOST AS IF YOU'VE SLEPT THROUGH THIS WHOLE ADVENTURE

CCG: OH WAIT, THAT IS ESSENTIALLY TRUE.

CCG: IT WAS HILARIOUS WATCHING YOU GROW UP.

CCG: YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD ALL THE ANSWERS, FROLICKING ALL OVER YOUR ISLAND BEING INFURIATINGLY CHIPPER, BUILDING ROBO-BUNNIES LIKE A MORON AND ULTIMATELY RUINING EVERYTHING.

CCG: YOU WERE SO SURE YOUR DREAMS TOLD YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEEDED TO KNOW.

CCG: AND NOW LOOK AT YOU

CCG: YOU SUDDENLY UNDERSTAND JACK SHIT.

?GG: ok i understand that you are another group of players and you are in some sort of trouble

?GG: but maybe if you had been nice to me instead of terrorizing me all those years i would have believed you

?GG: and we could have worked together to solve your problems as well as ours

?GG: it just makes me sad to think thats probably impossible now because you are so angry and stubborn!

CCG: DON'T TELL ME WHAT'S IMPOSSIBLE BECAUSE I'M ANGRY AND STUBBORN.

CCG: I FUCKING KNOW WHAT THOSE ASSETS MAKE POSSIBLE.

CCG: THEY MADE YOU POSSIBLE, GOT IT???

?GG: uh huh

CCG: DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LUCKY YOU ARE TO BE GRACED BY MY DIVINE FURY?

CCG: TO HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF GETTING TO BE STUDIED AND MOCKED BY ME FOR YOUR WHOLE PATHETIC MISERABLE LIFE?

CCG: DO YOU REALIZE I'M YOUR GOD? YES, YOUR LITERAL GOD, THAT'S RIGHT.

?GG: sure karkat, whatever you say!

CCG: AND I HAVE TAKEN TIME OUT OF MY BUSY GODLY SCHEDULE TO SCRUTINIZE YOUR POINTLESS EXISTENCE.

CCG: OUT OF THE COUNTLESS TRILLIONS OF LIFE FORMS I BROUGHT INTO REALITY THROUGH ANGRY GRUBFUCK POWER ALONE, I HAVE SELECTED YOU FOR EXAMINATION AND HARASSMENT.

CCG: PERSONALLY I THINK THAT WARRANTS A LITTLE GRATITUDE, AND JUST MAYBE, A BIT OF DEFERENCE.

CCG: A CURTSY, PERHAPS?

CCG: BUT YEAH GO AHEAD AND KEEP BLOWING ME OFF LIKE THE FLAKEY LITTLE TWERP YOU ARE.

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 3 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCG: HEY DON'T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT YOU UNCOUTH PIECE OF SHIT.

FCG: THIS IS REFLECTING POORLY ON BOTH OF US, IT'S GODDAMNED EMBARRASSING.

CCG: OH WOW, ANOTHER MIRACLE.

CCG: IT MUST BE PERIGEES EVE, BECAUSE GET A LOAD OF THIS HUGE BEHEMOTH LEAVING THAT JUST GOT DRAGGED IN.

CCG: JADE, OUR DUTY IS CLEAR. WE MUST DECK THIS TURD TO THE NINES.

FCG: OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT WAS A CLEVER THING TO SAY. WHAT A DIPSHIT.

?GG: aaauugh what the hell!!!

FCG: JADE, I'M SORRY ABOUT PAST ME'S RETARDED BEHAVIOR.

FCG: I'M NOT GOING TO DRAG OUT A HUGE APOLOGY OR ANYTHING BECAUSE I ALREADY APOLOGIZED IN AN EARLIER CONVERSATION, OK. I'M JUST LETTING YOU KNOW.

CCG: GOD DAMMIT, ARE YOU SERIOUS?

CCG: I MEAN, AM I SERIOUS?????

CCG: WILL I BE SERIOUS ABOUT THIS SHIT. WILL I REALLY BACK DOWN LIKE A LIMP FRONDED STOOGE? PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING.

FCG: PLEASE, JUST

FCG: SHUT UP

FCG: I CAN'T BELIEVE I EVER THOUGHT FUTURE ME WAS THE STUPID ONE

FCG: PAST ME IS THE DUMBEST BUCKET OF FESTERING DISCHARGE I EVER FELL ASS BACKWARDS INTO.

FCG: COME ON, YOU KNOW THIS TO BE TRUE. REMEMBER ALL THE PAST USSES WE USED TO TALK TO??

FCG: THEY WERE EVEN PASTER THAN YOU, AND THEREFORE DUMBER.

CCG: YEAH, I REMEMBER ALL THOSE DUMBSHIT PAST USSES, BUT THEY DON'T HOLD A FUCKING JACKASS CANDLE TO FUTURE USSES.

CCG: AND YOU'RE THE FUTUREST ME I EVER HAD THE CROTCH BLISTERING MISFORTUNE OF JAWING WITH, SO THE FUCKHEAD TROPHY GOES TO YOU.

CCG: I MEAN, MY GOD, WHY.

CCG: IS PROXIMITY TO THAT NASTY LOOKING SPACETIME RIP ON THE TIMELINE MESSING WITH YOUR HEAD?

CCG: IS THAT WHAT'S CAUSING YOU TO FEEL PITY FOR THIS IMBECILE?

FCG: LOOK, JADE'S NOT THAT BAD OK.

FCG: YOU JUST GOT TOO WORKED UP, AND YOU CAN'T SEE THAT.

FCG: AND NOW ALL THIS FROTHING PANDEMONIUM JUMPING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH IS JUST RIDICULOUS OVERCOMPENSATION FOR YOUR OWN SHORTCOMINGS AND MISTAKES, AND MASKING SOME FEELINGS YOU'RE NOT REALLY IN TOUCH WITH.

FCG: THIS IS ALL SO OBVIOUS, I'M FLUSHING LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER IN EMBARRASSMENT HAVING TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU, AND EVEN WORSE, REMEMBERING HAVING IT EXPLAINED TO ME BY THE SMART ONE THREE HOURS AGO AND STILL ACTING LIKE A MOIST GLOBE EVEN AFTER BEING SO SOUNDLY SCHOOLFED.

CCG: I DON'T BELIEVE THIS. PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A JOKE.

FCG: YOU SAID SO YOURSELF, WE DON'T JOKE AROUND. IT'S JUVENILE, REMEMBER.

CCG: I'M GOING TO VOMIT.

CCG: I'M MAKING A MENTAL NOTE TO SLAP MYSELF THREE HOURS FROM NOW, FOR BEING ENOUGH OF A SAP TO START DEVELOPING RED FEELINGS FOR A DUMB ANNOYING HUMAN, IF I'M READING BETWEEN THE LINES CORRECTLY.

FCG: I JUST SLAPPED MYSELF! I REMEMBERED MY LAME NOTE TO MYSELF FROM THREE HOURS AGO, AND THEN SLAPPED MYSELF SPECIFICALLY TO MOCK YOU.

FCG: IT STINGS TOO, YOU'LL FEEL IT IN A WHILE. AND THEN THE GHOST OF PAST ME WILL CRY.

FCG: PAST ME DOESN'T EVEN EXIST ANYMORE. HE'S A STUPID BAWLING WIGGLER PHANTOM. HE'S DEAD, NOT A REAL GUY ANYMORE, LIKE ME.

FCG: I'M THE REAL ONE. YOU'RE FAKE, A SHADOW OF A SAD MEMORY THAT PISSED ITS PANTS WHILE SCREAMING.

FCG: TIME TO DEAL WITH IT.

CCG banned FCG from responding to memo.

FCG unbanned himself from responding to memo.

FCG banned CCG from responding to memo.

CCG unbanned himself from responding to memo.

?GG: i cant take this anymore!!!!!!!!

?GG: i dont even know what im reading here but its preposterous and ive had it!

?GG: i am just so angry, i cant believe i let you push me around all those years

?GG: you are completely out of your mind, i was too nice by just blocking you and typing frowny faces and stuff

?GG: i should have let you HAVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FCG: YES!!!!!

FCG: LET THIS FUCKER KNOW THE SCORE JADE. THIS IS HOW WE ROLL.

?GG: SHUT UP!!!!!!!

?GG: future karkat, if you really are future karkat......

?GG: where do you get off thinking you can just suddenly act like were pals because you said you apologized????

?GG: if you want to apologize then great i am all ears! but just mentioning it off hand and then yelling at yourself the same way you yell at me all the time as if i need a knight to come save me from yourself is so lame, not to mention completely insane

?GG: i cant even believe the things im typing here! this is so stupid, talking to two of you at once is the worst thing imaginable

?GG: you treat everyone horribly, even yourself, i cant even fathom how awful it is to be you

?GG: past karkat, youre acting like a bigger jerk than he is and i think you know that! why dont you take his advice and grow up

?GG: as if theres even a real difference between you two. three hours is hardly any time at all, you are the same person YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!

CCG: OH SHIT

FCG: YES, THAT WAS GREAT. WE BOTH HAD IT COMING, ESPECIALLY HIM. GREAT WORK JADE.

?GG: stop it!!!!

?GG: ugh, i dont know whats worse, jerk karkat or goofy sycophant karkat

?GG: i cant stand it, whether youre trying to be nice or just being a crazy asshole, you are just so weird!!!

?GG: im through humoring you, i dont even care about this stupid exploded robot mission, whatever that was

FCG: OH RIGHT, ABOUT THAT

FCG: YEAH WE NEED TO TALK

FCG: I MEAN WE HAVE ALREADY FROM MY PERSPECTIVE

FCG: BUT YOU'RE GOING TO BE REALLY BUSY SOON, BECAUSE YOU'RE ABOUT TO ENTER YOUR SESSION

FCG: SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU DO, THEN JUST HIT ME UP, WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT

?GG: hahaha, FAT CHANCE!!!!

FCG: LOOK I KNOW THINGS ARE WEIRD BETWEEN US RIGHT NOW AND YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE MAD.

FCG: ESPECIALLY AT THAT LOSER.

FCG: BUT THINGS WILL CHANGE, IN TIME YOU'LL SEE I'M NOT QUITE SO AWFUL, OK?

??? turntechGodhead [?TG] AT ?:?? responded to memo.

?TG: ahahahahah oh god

?TG: dude i cant believe you were just getting on our case about hitting on the troll girls

?TG: and then literally the very next memo you are slobbering all over jade

?TG: thats just perfect hahahaha

CCG banned ?TG: from responding to memo.

FCG rebanned ?TG: from responding to memo.

?GG: dave wait dont go!

?GG: youve got to save me from this insanity :(

FCG: OH I SEE, NOW YOU COULD USE A KNIGHT, HOW VERY INTERESTING, HMMM.

FCG: GOD I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO BE FUTURE YOU, SLIGHTLY LESS FUTURE YOU IS SUCH A GOD DAMN PILL

?GG: i cant wait for future you to future kiss my ass!

CCG: YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

?GG: i also cant wait for past you to past drop dead and go to hell, PAST TENSE!!!!!!!!

?GG: when are those things going to happen?? or will have already past/future happened?????

?GG: i want to put another reminder on my finger so i know when its time to throw a party!!!!

FCG: HAHAHAHA, YOU HEAR THAT YOU OBSOLETE PILE OF GARBAGE? JADE JUST FLIPPED YOU OFF WITH A COLORFUL FINGER.

CCG: MAN, SHE OBVIOUSLY HATES YOU MORE. SHE CALLED YOU A SYCOPHANT WHICH IS A HUNDRED TIMES MORE DESCRIPTIVELY WORSE THAN JUST BEING A RUN OF THE MILL SCUMBAG LIKE ME.

CCG: SHE IS TOTALLY ON TO YOU AND HOW DESPICABLE YOU'VE BECOME, CAN YOU BLAME HER FOR HATING US?

FCG: NO, I CAN BLAME YOU, YOU'RE THE ONE WITH NO MANNERS WHO'S ALL TWISTED UP INSIDE.

FCG: HOW'S THIS FOR A PACT, EVERYBODY.

FCG: PAST KARKAT ONLY TALKS TO PAST JADE FROM NOW ON, AND THE TWO OF THEM CAN BICKER LIKE SHITTY LITTLE CHILDREN FOR HOURS/YEARS RESPECTIVELY.

FCG: AND FUTURE KARKAT ONLY TALKS TO FUTURE JADE, AN ARRANGEMENT WHEREIN ONLY INTELLIGENT DISCOURSE TAKES PLACE BETWEEN TWO CIVILIZED, MATURE, GROWN ASSED ADULTS.

FCG: IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK??????

?GG: jesus will you just ban me already????

?GG: my head hurts so bad now i think im going to cry

FCG: MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST BAN HER ALREADY AND END THIS TORMENT SINCE YOU DRAGGED HER INTO THIS.

CCG: FUCK THAT YOU BAN HER. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SEEMS TO "CARE".

FCG: WILL YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH, MAN THE FUCK UP, AND BAN THIS POOR GIRL ALREADY?

?GG: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa XO

?GG: i will just ban myself!!!!

?GG: *JADE HARLEY BANNED HERSELF FROM RESPONDING TO THE GRUMPY SHIT HEAD MISERY ZONE, AND IS NEVER COMING BACK*

?GG: pchoooooooooooooooo

[?GG] ceased responding to memo.

FCG: OK, THERE. SHE'S GONE.

FCG: MAYBE NOW YOU GET IT.

FCG: HOW HIDEOUS EVERYONE THINKS YOU ARE, MAYBE YOU'LL FINALLY STOP FUCKING EVERYTHING UP.

CCG: HUH

FCG: WHAT

CCG: I THINK

CCG: I WAS PROBABLY WRONG ABOUT JADE

CG: SHE'S A LITTLE LESS LAME THAN I THOUGHT

FCG: SHHHHSHHSHSHSHSH

FCG: SHE CAN STILL READ THIS YOU STUPID FUCK

FCG: NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO OPEN YOUR VEINS AND WRITE POEMS ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS

CCG: FUCK YOU, I'M JUST VOICING A HARMLESS OBSERVATION OK

CCG: IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS IF SOME LUNK HEAD IN THE FUTURE GETS CARRIED AWAY WITH WHATEVER LITTLE THOUGHTS I MAY OR MAY NOT NOW BE THINKING

FCG: I...

FCG: BUT

FCG: HOW COULD THAT EVEN BE A REAL THING I TYPED THREE HOURS AGO, HOW COULD I BE THIS STUPID.

FCG: WE ARE JUST THE DUMBEST FUCKERS WHO EVER LIVED AREN'T WE.

CCG: SPEAK FOR YOURSELF.

FCG: I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE ENERGY TO BAN US.

FCG: I'M JUST LEAVING.

[FCG] ceased responding to memo.

CCG: YEAH

[CCG] ceased responding to memo.

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

Look Danny hadn't been a hero since he moved to Gotham a few years back, okay. He was rusty.

So maybe the small ecto blast that was meant to just leave his finger pushed out a huge burst. And so what if it hit its mark and knocked out the baddies.

Unlike the other "heros" there he didn't hit a single artifact, even with a blast diameter of about a meter total.

When he looked over to the batman and his gaggle of ducklings he glanced behind them to the artifact they were protecting... and the destroyed glass around it along with the neighboring displays laying on the floor.

Batman stepped towards him, he was supposed to just be a civi tied up and scared.

"Before you say a damn thing you weird furry," he heard giggles/gasps from his crowd of coworkers. "you better be replacing everything you broke."

Danny stood up, Batman was expressionless as usual. He waited for him to open his mouth before interrupting him again. "I mean seriously, look at all this damage. We're a small inner city museum. The fact we have the alien tech at all is a miracle on its own."

Danny turned around and started untying his coworkers.

Then a low gruff voice finally spoke. "We don't kill."

"They're not dead." Danny stopd up and placed his hands on his hips like Jazz had done to him when he messed up. "And I mean, really?! That's all you have to say?! No thank you for stopping the badie you spent 20 minutes trying to catch?"

He stepped closer, going intangible but not invisible incase one of them tried to start a fight, and with the blow he was about to go for they probably would. "You! You don't get to say a word! The justice league is a joke. You protect at random, an entire down disappeared off the face of the planet and you did nothing. TWICE!"

A man in a black and blue suit started talking when Batman continued his silence. "What are you talking about?"

"Look up Amity Park. There wasn't a lot of coverage of it, but with your tech I dont think it'll be hard to see that every citizen in town stopped all activity on the same day."

He went back to untying people. People he'd worked with for 2 years at this point. He'd had dinner with them, he'd babysat their kids, and now they were looking at him as if he's was some creature that would hurt them at any moment.

He sighed, untied the last person, Jane had made him hot cocoa everytime he stayed past closing. He doubted she'd keep doing it after tonight.

"If I lose my job because of your incompetence..." Danny wasn't sure of what to say there. He dug his palm i to his eyes then ran his fingers through his hair.

He tried to fix it quickly so he wouldn't seem like the crazy one.

"Metas aren't allowed in my town."

That was it, he'd pushed back creating Dan for so long. Even with the nasty burger explosion, even with dealing with Vlad for that last year of high-school, this would could be it.

He couldn't help but laugh, "You think I'm a meta? No, nope, sorry." He went invisible and duplicated himself. Might as well spook the bat if he was going to ruin his life. With some duplicates using ghost speak his voice echoed throughout the museum:

"I'm more than a mutated human."

..............................................

Accidental villan Danny?? I had no idea where this was going tbh.

I love prompts like this, hope you're chill with additions!

Danny is a tour guide for a space museum which is super fun. Until a rogue takes him hostage one night because apparently there's a powerful alien artifact mixed in with the items on display. Worse yet, before he can beat up this idiot himself, a hero comes busting through the skylight. Great, now he has to play civilian.