#she was bagel thief too

[mixedbag-o-beans]

so my dead best friend had the weirdest fucking cooking habits. she could make curry like a god and cut up bell peppers in one piece like she was on chopped. but she was also known to eat moldy food and open any old canned food, heat it up, and just eat it straight out of the pan. i’m not talking soup, deadass a can of tomatoes, no seasoning or anything, just down the hatch. this happened several times.

last night we had a little memorial for the anniversary of her passing and i decided i was gonna eat a can of tomatoes straight out of the pan in her honor. tell me why it genuinely SLAPPED. i’ve been giving her shit for this for years and it’s actually good as fuck

[leth-writes]

Yandere! Batfam x reader

Tried a different format for part 3.

You ran, down the hallway and thundered down the stairwell, sneakered feet slapping against the harsh concrete. You could hear Tim giving chase, racing after you. Yet, you didn’t stop. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be soulbound to someone you stole from, let alone someone who was threatening you right before you found out! You just knew that it would be an unpleasant experience, especially considering the animosity his family no doubt had for you. You burst out into the lobby, Tim close behind, and skidded to a stop. There, standing directly in front of you, was Jason Todd.

He was leaning against the wooden, warped table, leather jacket unzipped to expose his tight muscle shirt. His hair, complete with the little tuft of white at the front, was expertly styled to look perfectly messy. You had to admit he was cute, even if he was part of the now duo threatening your peaceful, if stressful, experience. His eyes flicked up from where they had been staring at his phone, which looked tiny in his hand, then widened in shock as yet another bond snapped into place in your chest. Your ring finger’s string, thick and jagged, now glowed a blood red, leading directly to his now slack hand. You stood halfway between the door to the stairs and the door outside, with Tim now standing just behind you and to your left.

“You feel it too?” Tim asked his brother, jerking his chin in your direction. His dark hair was mussed from the chase, though he remained poised, with not a bead of sweat on his forehead. You turned to face Jason fully, warily taking a step away from both of them, inadvertently putting yourself in a corner.

“Yeah. She our thief?” Jason murmured, eyes still locked on your own. You averted your gaze at the reminder of your actions. Shit. Of course, even when you met your soulfamily, you had to mess it up by stealing from them! You wouldn’t blame them if they rejected you completely and asked you to stay far away from them.

Tim nodded in response to his brother, stepping closer to where you now stood cornered. Jason loomed in the background, now texting and periodically lifting his gaze as if to check you were still present. “We aren’t mad. We just wanted to make sure you weren’t getting too… cocky. I mean, at first Bruce was ecstatic that someone was savvy enough to take some money. Work on uncorrupting the relief funds is slow going, you know? But this month you took so much that he was sure you were moving from relief to scamming.” He explained, hands raised as if to calm you.

“Listen. I’m sorry, I just needed enough to help cover rent for the building. Our new landlord hiked the rent up and no one can get jobs and we’ve all been so stressed…” You found yourself slightly tearing up. Jason clicked his tongue, pocketing his phone and striding forward to place an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Water under the bridge. Why don’t we head to a cafe and you can tell us all about your new landlord?” he moved you forward with his arm, waving lazily at Tim in a gesture to follow. 

“Jason, we need to head back to the manor. If anyone spots her, it could put her at risk-” Tim started, looking irritated. “We’ll just go out for some coffee and get an explanation. We need to sort out the landlord situation, even if they won’t be living here anymore.” Jason interrupted, once again waving lazily. He seemed quite relaxed, a direct contrast to Tim’s tightly wound posture. “Wait- no! I’m sorry for stealing but I can’t leave my apartment!” You burst out, pulling away.

“You don’t need to apologize. Not like Bruce is missing a couple thousand. He’s got more than enough to be set for life. Let’s go chat at the cafe, I’ll buy you a bagel; you look hungry and you didn’t get to bring your groceries in.” Jason tugged at your arm, marching you forward as Tim rushed to walk next to the two of you.

You didn’t miss the implication that they had been watching you and were aware of your actions that day, but knowing they had been aware of you since the beginning, it no longer surprised you. You supposed that going to the local cafe, indulging in a treat you hadn’t had since long before you been working at that convenience store all those months ago, wouldn’t be too bad.

Not running was your third mistake.

[holylulusworld]

The assistant (11) - Heating pads and cupcakes

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: flirty CEvans characters, language, plus-sized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, arguments, brothers being brothers, fluff, caring brother

A/N: I was on my period while writing this. So, I would like you to please bear with me.

The assistant masterlist

The assistant (10) - Apologies

“Tell me, sugar. How did you meet my brothers?” Ransom sits on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter to watch you, Jake and Mike make breakfast for the hungry pack.

“Do not talk to Y/N,” Jake warns. “I don’t know why Andy even called you. We can handle Captain Asshole on our own.”

“Captain Turd,” Lloyd corrects while walking inside the kitchen. “I think I established the name yesterday.” He grins at Steve who sits at the kitchen table. Steve sips the coffee from the café around the corner and tries to stomach the dry bagel he bought.

“Boys, play nice,” you tut and point the spatula at Lloyd. “We do not fight within these walls. Lloyd, that goes for you too. Have a seat. Coffee is ready and we are almost done preparing breakfast.”

“Uh-huh,” Lloyd plops down on the seat closest to you. “You’re wearing my apron.” He grins.

“Yeah, I figured that this must be yours,” you roll your eyes as he grins like a madman.

“Kiss the cook, he wears a mustache?” Ransom huffs and shakes his head. “That mustache looks stupid on you, Lloyd. Almost as if a caterpillar died on your upper lip.”

“Kiss my ass,” Lloyd snarls in Ransom’s direction.

“Eat shit!” Ransom retorts.

“Guys,” you clap your hands. “We have a busy day ahead. Thanks to the drama you caused yesterday, I agreed to let Captain Rogers stay another day. He didn’t get the chance to see anything but a bunch of idiots fighting each other.”

“Idiots?” Lloyd pouts. “I'm not an idiot. Andy started this. It’s not my fault my brother is an idiot.”

“Lloyd, we do not punch people, and we don’t call them idiots,” you tut. “I told you, no more fighting or I’ll hide your expensive mustache wax for a week. Your mustache will be all fuzzy without it.”

“Cupcake, did you steal my wax?” Lloyd gapes at you. “I didn’t take you for a thief, missy. You better not make it a habit.” He looks at you wearing his apron. “Or make it a habit. I like me a bad girl.”

“She’s got a very good lawyer on her side,” Andy casually walks inside the kitchen. He’s hiding the bruises his brother caused with a brand-new shirt and tie. “I will leave for a few hours. I trust you to not kill each other.”

Lloyd glares at his brother Ransom before he says, “I can’t promise anything. You brought this piece of shit into our house.”

“Lloyd!” He made it. You hand the spatula to Mike, asking him to watch the last pancake to round the kitchen island and slap Lloyd’s ass. He yelps but purrs your name. “No swear words at our home, Lloyd!”

“Our…home!” Jake, Mike, Lloyd, Ari, Andy, and Curtis who just walked inside the kitchen, stare at you in awe. They smile, and then, you end up wrapped in too many pairs of arms.

“GUYS! I can’t breathe!” You protest but it's no use. You get hugged again and again until you feel dizzy.

“Hey, what’s your role in this drama?” Ransom turns around to look at Steve while his brothers are all over you. “Damn, aren’t you Captain America?” He slides off his chair to get a better look at Steve sulk in a corner. “Wait…what is Captain America doing here?”

“They kidnapped my assistant,” Steve grumbles while watching you hug the brothers, one after another. They laugh and joke while exclaiming that you accepted their home as your own.

“Ah, I see,” Ransom nods thoughtfully. “So, you’re unwanted here too, huh?” He grins. “Hmmm…you know. My grandmother always bragged about being related to Captain America. She was a crazy old hag, but I cannot deny you are a spitting image of my grandfather.”

“What are you mumbling about over there?” Curtis didn’t forget about Ransom’s intrusion. He’s still up to give his brother a good beating. “I see, two assholes found each other during desperate times.”

You huff. “Curtis! No swear words! We talked about swear words and impulse control last night.”

“Sorry, Sunshine,” Curtis drops his gaze and sighs. If only he’d got a few minutes alone with Ransom. He’d give his treacherous brother a few more punches.

“I get that having your brother back is scary and opened old wounds. But, you should be happy to have him in your life,” you sniffle. “You don’t get a person you love back so easily.”

“Great, now you made her cry,” Andy wraps you in his arms and runs his hand up and down your back. “They’re stubborn but will behave from now on. I promise.”

“I’m only a little emotional,” you choke out a sob. “I’m on…” You shake your head. The brothers don’t need to know that you’re on your period and almost everything makes you cry. “I saw that cat video…and the cat was so cute and…then you argued... and Mike looked like the lost kitten…It made me so happy…”

“Crap,” Lloyd snaps his fingers to get his brothers' attention. “Alright! Red alert. I repeat. Red alert.”

“What now?” Curtis rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics. “What’s wrong with you?”

Lloyd turns his head toward Curtis. “You, stop sulking and get my wallet.” Lloyd snaps at Curtis before pointing at Mike and Jake. “You two, search for any movie on any platform Y/N will like.”

He crosses his arms behind his back and marches around the kitchen. “Barber don’t get too cozy with her but keep on rubbing her back. Ari, you and Curtis will go to the bakery. We will close for the rest of the week. Get all the cupcakes and shit Jake baked. We’ll need it.”

“What’s going on?” Ransom watches his brothers hastily follow Lloyd’s order. “Where’s the fire?”

“In Y/N’s uterus. Now shut up, pretty boy, and be useful for once,” Lloyd mutters at his brother. “If you want to stay, you’ll go to the guestroom in the west wing and get me all the fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. No, make it two.”

Ransom purses his lips. He weighs his options. If he wants to be part of this family again, he must play along for now. “Fine.”

“Y/N. Cupcake,” Lloyd gently pats your hair. “What’s your favorite brand? Do you need a heating pad? What painkiller do you prefer? Lloyd will get you all you’ll need.”

Steve watches the brothers make of fuzz about your period. He rubs his chin, wondering if what he feels is more than worry.

“Good job everyone!”

Lloyd grins as you snuggle into one of the fluffy pillows. You’re wearing one of Andy’s warm sweaters and the fuzzy socks Jake got for you. Ari wrapped a warm blanket around you after Lloyd carefully put a heating pillow on your lower abdomen.

Mike chose the movies you and the brothers will watch while Andy and Jake prepared food, beverages, and sweets. Curtis is currently massaging your feet while Ransom sits on the other end of the huge U-shaped sofa.

“How do you feel,  Sweetie? Do you feel better?” Jake sits next to your head to gently pat your hair. Do you need anything else?”

“Did I buy the right stuff?” Lloyd asks. He sits on the sofa and stretches his legs out. “Damn, I didn’t know there are so many lady products out there.”

“I’m good,” you murmur and snuggle further into the pillow. The brothers took very good care of you. No one ever put so much into making you feel good. “See, if you work together, you can do anything.”

“So…this is what you do? Getting lady products and feeding a sexy girl with cupcakes,” Ransom grins. “I think I could get used to this…”

“No one asked you,” Curtis huffs. He’s still angry at Ransom for leaving them. Especially, because he used to look up Ransom when he was a kid. Curtis and Ransom shared a special bond, and now, it's broken.

“No more fighting tonight,” Andy stops the brothers from arguing again. “We have a plan, don’t we.” He subtly points at Steve watching you and the brothers from his seat. He chose to sit on an armchair, still not convinced that the brothers did not mean harm to you.

Ransom stares at Steve. He rubs his chin and wonders aloud. “Back to Captain America. Isn’t it odd that he looks so much like Grandfather Steven?”

Part 12

Tags in reblog.

[annashadowstar]

Danny, Mirage, and Annesa Felizima-@capturecharlesau Amelia Copperbottom -@androidcharles

Cameron Calvin -@rarestdoge

Accordion and Violin -@bluetorchsky

Brutus-@smoresthehalloweenqueen

Crusher, Jay, Scottie, and Ulle -@jaytoons7

Nicole -@lovelygirlnicole15

Chapter 2: Shopping

Morning has come, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and a beautiful day outside should not be a waste. Mirage slowly wakes up from his dreamless sleep. He slowly sits up and makes a big stretch and a jaw-cracking yawn. He then got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. After washing his face, he returned to his bedroom and saw three feathers. Two next to his bed and one next to his pillow. Oh yeah. He had to tell the others what he had found out yesterday.

Mirage went downstairs to eat breakfast. Maybe some peaceful coffee will help with his sleepiness- “WHO THE HELL TOKE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE?!” Never mind. Mirage walked into the kitchen and saw Amelia, Annesa, and Crusher, around the table, while Danny was looking around the fridge. “What’s wrong, bro?” Danny turns to Mirage. “Someone took all the food in the fridge and only left a few bacon, eggs, and some bread. Oh, and a half bottle of milk.” Danny then slams the fidget and sits down, pitching the bridge of his nose. Oh boy, it’s only 8 in the morning and they have to deal with this?! It’s too early. Way too early

“I mean, we could make some sandwiches for breakfast. Not the best but it will fill our tummy.” Mirage points out. Danny look up at Mirage, annoyed. “Yeah, but what about lunch and dinner? We can’t just have one meal a day!” Amelia then speaks. “There is a store nearby. We can maybe buy some food for ourselves. Or we can ask the others since they all live next to us.” Crusher then smiles. “Alright. Then let’s cook some breakfast.” Crusher stands up, opens the fridge, and took everything out. “And whoever stole our food, they will pay for it.” Oh ho, Danny is mad and their food thief is gonna have karmas.

Mirage walks up to the cell phone and begins to call Accordion or Violin. Amelia stands beside him. The phone rings once, then twice, and then… “Hello?” Cameron answered the phone. Oh boy. “Who is it?” Amelia asked, curious. “Hey, isn’t that father’s least favorite child?” Cameron asks, trying to start a fight. Amelia looks like she’s gonna snap that cell phone and scream at Cameron. Fortunately, Mirage stopped them before they got further. “Hey, Cam. Could you get Accordion or Violin on the phone?”

“Ok.” Cameron seemed like he was taking a deep breath and then. “ ACCORDION!!! VIOLIN!!! MIRAGE IS CALLING YOU!!!” Damn, his ears are gonna bleed. Someone took the phone from Cameron after a ‘thank you’ and answered the phone. “Hi, Mirage. This is Violin. Do you need something?” Violin ask. “Well, this morning, someone stole our food from the fridge and we were wondering if we could borrow some of your food for today. We will pay you guys back.”

”Oh… it happened to you too?” Mirage raises one of his eyes brows. “What do you mean?” Violin sign. “This morning, when Brutus woke up, he told us someone stole all the food and kept some fruits and bagels. Jay also called us and has the same problems.” Violin explains. Mirage and Amelia look at each other and back to the phone. “Ok. Thank you for telling us. Seems like we need to go shopping. All of us.” Violin chuckles. “Yeah. I will tell the others. See you soon.”

“Ok, bye.” Mirage hung up and walked back to the kitchen with Amelia. Danny, Crusher, and Annesa had already started eating. “So, how’s it went?” Crusher asked, taking a bite of his food. “Violin says they all have the same problems as ours. And so is Jay and the others.” Danny sigh. “Seems like we need to go shopping. Alright, get ready after breakfast. Mirage, Amelia, come and eat. Your sandwich is getting cold.” Mirage and Amelia quickly take a seat and start eating their breakfast. After they finished, Danny took the plates and began to wash them while Mirage and everyone else went upstairs to change their clothes. After Mirage finished, he took a look at the feathers and picked up the yellow one only before heading downstairs.

“Guys. Need to talk to you all for something.” Everyone turns to Mirage, listening. “Remember the feather from yesterday?” Everyone nods. “Well, those feathers, I believe belong to hybrids. This one just glows when I’m heading to sleep.” Annesa took out her sketchbook and started writing. ‘You sure you’re not seeing things?’ Mirage chuckles and pats Annesa's head. “I’m sure.”

“Ok, so we know that those feathers belong to magical hybrids. But do you know where they are?” Mirage glares at Crusher. “You think I got any ideas?”

“You’re the only one who has all those feathers in your room. Who else we’re gonna ask?” Damn, he got a good point. “Plus, why did you only bring the yellow one, and not the blue and aqua-green one?” Crusher points out. “Because this is the only feather that glows,” Mirage answered, getting annoyed. “I think that’s enough.” Everyone looks at Danny. “We need to get ready and go shopping. I know is a bit early but whoever this ‘Food thief’ is, we will have to deal with them later.” Danny stops his brother and his lover before they get into a fight. He really hopes they will get along in the future. After they were already, Danny, Annesa, Mirage, Crusher, and Amelia went outside of their house and wait for the others to come so they can all went to shopping. And it’s already 12:00 PM.

Mirage brought the feather with him, telling everyone else what he had found out. Once everyone was here, Mirage rejoined the group. "Damn, Violin. You got a long list!" Jay points at Violin's list, which is like 4 pages long. "Hey, you never know when to go shopping again. Plus, just in case! Anyways, Mirage. I notice you have a yellow feather. I do feel some magic from them. Where did you get that?" Violin ask, pointing at Mirage's feather.

"Oh, I was about to tell you guys. So yesterday, Amelia and I found three feathers. This one and the other two are in my room. A hybrid left those." Mirage explains. "Ok... Let's go shopping." Jay request. Everyone starts going shopping for more food and clothes. They were separated into 6 groups with two people each. Accordion with Amelia. Violin with Scottie. Danny with Annesa. Brutus was lucky to be teamed with his lover, Brutus. Ulle with Nicole. And a piece of bad news for Mirage, he's teaming up with Crusher. And it was Danny's idea.

"Why the heck do you let me team up with HIM?!" Danny looks at Mirage and sighs. "I want you guys to get along."

"Alone with HIM?! You know what he-" Danny cut him off. "I know what he did to you was unfair but it's in the past now, Mirage. You can't keep getting mad at him." Mirage groan. Really didn't agree to this. "Can you do it for me?" Mirage looks at Danny for a while then sighs. "OK, fine. Only for you." Danny smiles. "Ok, Let's see." Everyone turns to Scottie. "The most important thing we need right now is food. Who's gonna get what?"

"How about two groups get vegetables, the other two groups get meats, and the last two groups get everything else? That way, it will be faster." Ulle points out, giving a suggestion. Everyone agrees. "Here's a list." Accordion hands everyone a list of what they need. Mirage and Crusher look at their list. They need to get some eggs, milk, some bread, and some fish. "OK, let's get going! Meet up here when you're all done shopping. And if you're here early, you can go and buy yourself something. See ya all later!" Everyone went to get what they needed, while Mirage and Crusher just stood there. Both of them look at each other and back to the list.

“So… what should we get first?” Crusher asked. Mirage groan. Out of everyone, he’s teamed up with this guy. “Eggs,” Mirage answered with a single word and started walking to the food store. He’s wondering what’s the other groups up to.

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Ulle and Nicole start with some carrots. They then walk past a pet store. “Oooh, can we see some pets? Maybe some Sugar Gliders?” Nicole ask. “Aren’t you a sugar glider hybrid?” Ulle ask. “We can come back after we finish our tasks in hand.”

“Please~ It won’t take too long.” Nicole gives her puppy eyes. Ulle sweat drops and sighs. “Fine… only for a few minutes.” The next thing Ulle knew, Nicole already running toward the pet store. “H-Hey! WAIT UP!!!” Ulle follows her.

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Brutus and Cameron were holding hands with two bags. One is full of some tomatoes and the other is filled with fruits. “The next thing we need to get is meat.” Brutus read from the list. “Come on, love.” Cameron sigh. He wants to feel Brutus’s feathers. “After the meat, what is the last thing on the list?” Cameron asked, tired. “We will need to buy some bagels. That’s all.” Cameron stood up straight as both of them entered the meat store.

“Wait… what kind of meat do we need to get?” Cameron asked, wanting to double-check. “Um…” Brutus goes back to the list and sweat drops. “… If I told you, promise me you won’t run away?” Cameron raises his eye brow. “I… promise?” Brutus sigh. “It’s goose meat.” Cameron froze. “NOPE NOPE NOPE!!!” He quickly turns around to exit the store but Brutus grabs the back of his shirt. “Hey! You made a promise!”

“YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE THOSE THINGS!!!”

“I know it’s scary for you but they’re dead! They can’t chase you or do anything to you!”

Cameron thinks for a second before groans. “Fine!!!! But I’m not going near it.” Brutus closes his eyes and smiles. “Fine by me. Let’s go.” Cameron and Brutus walk deeper into the store, looking for what they want. Cameron is regretting this.

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Amelia is hopping around while Accordion follows behind. They already have some tools they might need. “What else is on the list?” Amelia asked Accordion, as he took a look at the list. “Well, we still need some body wash and that’s pretty much all.” Amelia hum and continue to walk. “How do you think the others are doing?” Amelia asked. “Well, I’m pretty sure everyone was doing great. But as for Mirage and Crusher, is another story.” Accordion comments, sweat drops when the first time they see each other again. It wasn’t pretty.

“Have you bought any baby clothes?” Accordion turns his attention back to Amelia. “Oh, yeah. We’re having twins. I’m pretty sure they are a mix hybrid of a lion and a deer. Why did you ask?” Amelia awkwardly points to a toy store. Accordion looks at where she’s pointing at and chuckles. “Yeah, we can buy some toys for the baby and for you.”

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Violin and Scottie had finished everything on their checklist, which was surprisingly fast. "So now we're all finished with the checklist, now what?" Scottie asked, clearly bored. "Now we wait for the others to show up. They wouldn't take too long." Violin answered, rubbing his stomach. Scottie saw a store that contained pots, dishes, and other kitchen stuff. Scottie wants to take a look and maybe buy some stuff for cooking. "I'm gonna go and take a look at that store over there." Scottie stands up as Violin does the same. "Ok, then. Let's-"

"No, you're staying here." Violin looks at Scottie, confused. "Look, I appreciate that you and Accordion had been taking good care of me as your child, but you're now carrying two babies. I can't let you move around too much." Scottie points out. Violin looks at Scottie and smiles. "Ok. I will stay here and watch over the bags. Be careful." Scottie gives him a thumbs-up and begins walk toward to the store.

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Danny and Annesa were in a kitchen-related store, picking some stuff to use for the kitchen. Danny feels Annesa tug on his shirt and looks down. 'Are you sure is a good idea for Mirage and Crusher to stay together for this long? What happens if they start a fight again?' Danny sighed and put the pot in his hand back to where it belonged. "I know it sounds like a bad idea," Annesa crossed her arms. "Ok, It's a horrible idea. But they can't be mad at each other forever. I bet you don't want your big brother to get hurt too, right?"

Annesa could only sigh and nod her head. "Danny?" Danny heard someone familiar and turned around to face Scottie. "Oh, hi Scottie. What brings you here?" Scottie didn't say anything and pointed at the sign, which said 'Open For Any Kitchen Supplies'. "Oh. Where is Violin? I thought you were teamed with him." Again, Scottie points outside of the store, showing a figure outside, sitting and watching over the bags. "Oh..." Danny now has nothing to say. "Have you finished all your checklist?" Scottie asks, to which Danny nods.

"Hi dear! Why are you here by yourself?" Danny, Scottie, and Annesa looked outside and saw everyone was coming back. Everyone but Crusher and Mirage. Oh no... where are they?

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Mirage and Crusher were holding bags, ready to finish the final thing on the checklist, bread. Once they entered, all of them sweat drops. There's a lot, like a LOT, different types of bread. There's Chinses bread, Indian Bread, and so on. It feels like all the bread in this world is here! "Um... what type of bread they want us to bye?" Crusher asked, not sign up for this.

"I guess... The classic one?" Mirage answered. "Just... grab whatever you think we will eat for the morning." Mirage then walked off, leaving Crusher standing there and going to the separate side. Mirage looks around and everything he sees is bread. This is gonna give him a headache. "Oh, mio Dio!! You know what, I'm just gonna grab a toast." Mirage went and grabbed, like, 9 bags of toast bags and rushing out, but was stop by someone.

"Sir? Are you buying all of those?" Mirage turns and oh boy, this girl is filled with makeup. "Um... yes... I am?"

"No, you're not. I was about to buy those." The girl tries to snatch it but Mirage quickly moves away. "Girl. there are still 21 bags of toast over there. You could grab those."

"SHUT UP AND GIVE ME THOSE BREAD!" A Karen. Just the perfect thing to ruin this. "Look, piccola ragazza. Like I said. There. Is. Still. 20. Bag. Of. Toast. Go get your own." The Karen seems like she's gonna slap his and guess what? She raised her hand and before she could slap him, a bag full of bread hit her right in the face. Danny turn around and saw Crusher walking over. "You know it's wrong to hit a stranger?" Oh, you're the one to talk...

The Karen look at Crusher from head to toe and smile. "Well, hi, handsome. How are you doing? You know you make my day when I see your pretty face?"(I actually want to throw up when I'm writing this.) Crusher looks like he wants to throw up. "Um... I'm sorry miss. But I'm taken." The girl walks over to Crusher. "Oh? Then how about breaking up with her and dating me instead?" Crusher moves away. "Miss, personal space please. And no, I'm not breaking up with my Husband."

"Your HUSBAND?! EW!! YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY BREAK UP!! YOU'RE A GUY AND DATING WITH OTHER BOYS IS DISGUSTING! YOU'RE STUPID HUSBAND MUST BE SO UNLUCKY TO HAVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU-" OK, now she had crossed the line. Mirage walks up to her and grabs the back of her dress, making her face him.

"EW!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET Go of..." Mirage's eyes are glowing in grayish white.

"I don't care how much people trash talk about me. But if I ever heard anyone trash talk about my brother or his husband, I will make sure you will never see tomorrow’s daylight ever again..." Crusher was just standing there, surprised. Yes, he had seen Mirage mad before, but never THIS mad. The Karen got so scared and ran away after Mirage let go. Mirage’s eyes slowly got back to normal. “Let’s go and pay for those and go back to the group. They’re probably waiting.” Crusher didn’t say anything but follow him.

After they paid, Crusher was think about what just happened. Did Mirage just stand up for him? He was in defense mode for a spare second. “Hey… thanks for defending me back there.” Mirage didn’t say anything, still was a bit angry and annoyed. Once they rejoin the group, Danny and Annesa rush to Mirage, to check on him. “Are you ok? Annesa and I feel that!”

“Feel what?” Mirage asked, acting like he didn’t know anything. “You know what I’m talking about! And you’re voice is filled with anger. Tell me what happened?” Mirage didn’t say anything, didn’t want to remind him what happened. Danny turned to Crusher, hoping he could get some answer from him. “Well, a Karen happened and let’s just say it didn’t go so well.” That’s all Danny needed. All of them went home and grabbed the stuff they needed. Mirage quickly sits down on the couch and rubs his face. Accordion came over and ordered a glass of water. Mirage took it.

Crusher walks over and sits next to Mirage. He knew Mirage hated him but whatever happened back there was pretty… scary… “So… Danny and Scottie were in the kitchen, cooking some for us to eat.” They are staying in Accordion for dinner tonight. Mirage just nods. “… Um… I said this once but I will say it again, thank you for defending us. Me and Danny.” Mirage didn’t say anything. Crusher lay back. “So… I never have siblings before. How do you and your sibling's hybrids form work?” Crusher asked, trying to come up with a conversation. Mirage sigh. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” Mirage asked, don’t want to talk with anyone. “Oh, come on. You clearly need someone to talk with. Plus, everyone is pretty busy, if you ask me.” Mirage looks around the house and sure enough, everyone is busy.

“Fine. Sibling hybrids were bonded to be together. It didn’t matter what type of hybrid you are, as long as you’re a sibling or a family member, you could always share your magic.” Mirage answered his question.

“And if other hybrids don’t have magic?”

“Then you share them your strength. I don’t have magic but I share my strength with my siblings. Any other question?” Mirage asked, clearly wanting to be alone. “Well, back in the mall, Danny and Annesa ran straight toward you after we got back. Mind tell me what’s that about?” Oh boy. How does he explain this to him? Let’s see… “You know how dangerous the defend mode will be if we can’t control it?” Crusher nods and gives him a thumbs-up.

“Hybrids who can’t control their defense mode will be taken over by their anger. Like an evil side of you takes control. The only way to stop it is when your loved one is near you to comfort you. It doesn't matter if it is your family or friends. Mine is Danny and Annesa." Mirage finally finished explaining as Crusher hums. Since he has no siblings, he could bet Danny is the one to comfort him if he is in his defense mode. "OK, everyone! It's time to eat!!!" Scottie yelled from the kitchen as Crusher and Mirage stood up, walked into the kitchen, and started eating. Cameron and Amelia start fighting again and Scottie is the one who shuts them down again. Amelia almost, ALMOST, started a food fight.

After eating, everyone starts heading back to their home. Once Amelia opened the door, Danny made a beeline to the kitchen and put away the stuff in the fridge. Mirage and everyone else start heading to the bathroom and take a shower, calling it for the day. Once Mirage was ready to sleep, he saw a glow in his pocket. He walked over and took out the yellow feather. Surprisingly it wasn't ruined since it has been in his pocket for a day. Mirage completely forgot about the feather. He then turn back to other two feather, which didn't show any sign of glowing.

Mirage sighed again and put the yellow feather near his pillow again. The light yellow reminds him of Danny when he uses his magic. Mirage turns and faces the ceiling. 'Today is a tiring day.' Mirage heard a knock on his door. "Come in!" Danny opens the door and closes it, sitting at the end of Mirage's bed. "What's wrong?" Mirage asks. "I just want to talk about what happened during the mall. Crusher told me everything." Mirage feel himself froze a bit.

"Mirage, I know I wasn't there but whatever that lady said or did, don't think too much about it."

"Danny-"

"No, I don't want to hear it. Whatever happened is not your fault. I don't want you to think too much about it." Mirage didn't say anything and moved toward Danny and hugged him. "Danny, fratellino, After our father and mother passed away, you had been taking care of us for so long. But please, don't over work yourself or put too much stress on you. It won't be healthy for your health." Danny touched and hugged Mirage back. "I will try..."

"Aww... Cute and whatever. Can we now sleep?" Danny's cures asked. 'Shut up and let us enjoy this moment.' Mirage and Danny continue to hug each other and finally let go after 2 minutes. Danny then saw the yellow feather next to Mirage's pillow and the other two were on a table beside his bed. "Um... should I be asking why do you put that feather next to your pillow?"

"Why not?"

Danny didn't say anything but chuckles. "OK, whatever. Let's go to sleep. It's getting late." Danny stood up and went back to his and Crusher's room. "Night." Mirage waves and lay back down to bed, slowly falling asleep.

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This is chapter 2 of my 'Hybrid Au' story. I hope you guys enjoy this. If you have any questions, ask right away! Fanart accepted!

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Just One More Dance

The last of the first set of 3 requests by 2 Part Anon, managed to keep this to 1 part (unless I do a sequel, who knows)

"3. Famous thief!Ace x police!fem!Reader. The famous thief is kinda like Kaito Kid from Cases Closed. So, Ace is the famous thief and reader is the police that is on his case. Ace likes to tease reader each time she didn't manage to catch him. He knows reader and has a crush on her since he owns a coffee shop where reader is a regular customer. However, Ace knows they can't be together knowing how their positions are against each other but he is content with their current relationship, that is until reader finds herself a boyfriend and takes him to Ace's coffee shop on a date. Ace is heartbroken so he decided to stop his career as a thief and say goodbye to reader without telling her his real identity (maybe a goodbye kiss as well)."

Part 2: To My Dance Partner

Warnings: Angst!, heartbreak,

Word Count: 1590

     You looked as beautiful as always as he led you on another rooftop chase, chuckling to himself. He loved it when you were the last one after him, the others too worn to continue. If only you could chase him in another manner, something less about him stealing and you putting him away. Looking down at the jewel in his hand, he sighed. He’d only done this to get your attention and he’d done just that. It was time for tonight to end.

     “Pick one, Officer, me or the rock.” he shouted before flinging the stone up into the air. A ‘priceless gemstone’, what did he care about it? Still, it distracted you as you watched it soar through the air, catching it and cradling it in your hands. Looking up, he was already on a far rooftop, too far to continue chasing, especially as worn as you were. 

     “Another wonderful night, milady! I hope to share another dance soon!” he shouted, giving you a bow before jumping off the edge of the roof and into an alleyway. Another dance, as if this were all some sort of party. Though with how it felt like he was toying with you, perhaps that’s how he saw it. At least you had the gemstone back, though. So tonight wasn’t a complete bust. Grabbing your radio, you pulled it close.

     “He got away but I’ve got the stolen jewel. I’m on main, near the bagel place. I’m gonna need a ride back.” you said, getting a simple ‘10-4’ back. Thankfully the building you were on was an apartment building with a fire escape, taking the stairs down was much easier than the various alternatives. It didn’t take long for your partner to arrive, giving you a sympathetic smile.

     “Need something for your pride?” he asked, leaning out the window.

     “Probably not as much as the others. I forced him to give up this in exchange for his capture. Knew he couldn’t get away without diverting my attention.” you said, holding up the shimmering gem. Still, it had been a blow to your ego, even if you wouldn’t admit it, “Bastard said he hoped to share another dance soon, though. It feels like he’s fucking taunting me.” you added, resting your head against the seat. It had been a long chase and you were tired, you were going to go home and get some sleep. 

     Walking into the coffee shop, you smiled, you really did enjoy this place. It had popped up a couple of years ago, a sweet, quaint little place that you’d immediately decided was your favorite. Walking up to the counter, you smiled at the barista and owner. 

     “Morning, Y/n! The usual?” Ace asked in his usual chipper voice, leaning against the counter.

     “You know me so well, Ace. Thanks.” you said with a small laugh. That laugh, it made his heart pound. 

     “This one’s on me today. Heard you had a pretty long night. All the papers say it was him again.” Ace said casually as he made your drink, though his attention was focused on you.

     “Ugh! Yes! It was such a pain! I mean, he didn’t successfully steal anything, but he still got away! It feels like he’s just toying with me!” you complained, running your hands down your face.

     “Well, maybe he just wants your attention.” Ace teased lightly. It was true, all he wanted was your attention. If he couldn’t get it one way, he’d get it another. 

     “Yeah right! He was a thief before me and he’ll be a thief until I catch him!” you said firmly, perking up a bit. 

     “You’ll get him one day. I believe in you.” he said softly before handing you your drink.

     “Thanks Ace, you make my mornings better.” you said, taking the drink before walking away. The words made his heart skip a beat as he watched you leave.

     “Hate seeing you go, love watching you leave.” Ace muttered to himself as he admired your body. All the running around the two of you did left you looking very, very good. Once you were out the door, Ace quickly returned to his customers. It wasn’t much, but Ace cherished each interaction; he only wished there could be more. More interactions, more of you coming in, more than just rooftops chases. You didn’t know it, but he was head over heels for you. 

     Sitting in the patrol car, you enjoyed your coffee, Ace always made the best coffee.

     “I’m tellin’ ya, that kid’s got something for you. Free coffee, always complimenting you and listening to you. He’s got it bad.” your partner said as you shook your head.

     “And I’m telling you, that it’s never going to happen! He’s sweet and kind, yes, but I really don’t think he likes me like that. Let’s face it, he’s not the first person to treat me well because of my work. I’ve gotten enough recognition to have people give me stuff.” you said, taking another drink.

     “Yeah, but usually they accept your money when you insist on still paying them. Not only did Ace refuse, but he gave you an even larger cup of coffee that morning. Kid likes you.” the man shot back. Rolling your eyes, you continued at your coffee, your partner was a good guy, but he could be stubborn. Even if Ace did like you, you weren’t entirely sure you would want to date him. Was he even your type? You hadn’t gotten to know him real well outside of the coffee shop. 

     It was weeks later that Ace’s heart fell, shattering against the floor tiles. You were with somebody today, a tall male, laughing and smiling at him. He’d never seen that look on your face and it simultaneously made his heart soar and shatter at the same time. You looked so beautiful with the happy, loving look in your eyes. The way you stared at him with adoration. But you weren’t giving him that look, it was directed towards someone else. Watching you walk up to the counter, he forced a smile on his face.

     “Y/n! Who’s this? A boyfriend?” Ace ‘teased’, looking at the man. Why? Why this man? Why this particular man?

     “Yes, he’s my boyfriend. Don’t sound so surprised. Believe it or not, I’ve got plenty of people who are attracted to me.” you said with one of your usual laughs. It was official, his heart had been ground into dust.

     “Oh I believe it. A woman like yourself? You must have guys falling over themselves! The usual?” he asked, still smiling, still forcing himself to smile. You nodded, Ace watching as your new boyfriend took out his card, paying for your drink. This… this couldn’t be happening. It felt like things were crumbling beneath him. 

     Waiting on the roof for him, your eyes narrowed. There! You were off like a bolt of lightning, chasing after him once again. It was just the two of you tonight, the others knew that you were the only one who could keep up. Ace gave a sad smile as you chased after him. He had to get you further away and he had to wear you out tonight. He needed to talk to you, it didn’t need to be long, but he couldn’t have you raring to go and catch him. The item he’d stolen this time was a little more symbolic tonight. A necklace, one made of gold with shimmering stones. Worn by an old Princess who’d supposedly died of heartbreak. It felt fitting. He felt almost as exhausted as you as the two of you stood face to face on the roof. You wouldn’t let it show, but he could see that you didn’t have a whole lot left.

     “It seems as if this will be our final dance, officer. You made such a wonderful partner.” He said sadly, confusing you.

     “What are you talking about this time?” you demanded, trying to control your breathing. You couldn’t let him know just how worn you were. The young man looked up at the moon.

     “I’ve decided to stop. Our little chases are over, our time together done. I’ll be gone for good this time. Just know, I’ve enjoyed each and every meeting.” he said, slowly walking towards you. He held out the necklace, “You should look into the history of that necklace, it’s… heartbreaking.” he said softly. Hesitantly, you reached out, taking it from him. Was this a trick? A trap? Pulling out your handcuffs, Ace smiled.

     “Sorry officer, I can’t let you do that.” he said, grabbing and snapping the cuffs around your own wrists before you had a chance to cuff him, “I’ll miss you.” he whispered, his lips pressing against yours. Your eyes widened in shock, unable to do or say anything as he pulled away and began to walk backwards.

     “I bid you adieu and good night.” he said before once more walking off the edge of the roof, disappearing into the night. For once, you didn’t feel like he’d been toying with you, nor did you think he’d been lying. He was gone, for good this time. Your chases over, your nighttime dances done, your little play had come to a close and it was time for the curtain to fall, leaving you alone on a dark rooftop, unsure of what to do or how to feel. One thing began to shine through, a thought, an aching in your chest. Part of you wanted just one more dance.

[jaysficarchive]

The Picture of Monochrome

Chapter 2: Beneath the Mask

Two months after Francis's tragic death, Mona is trying to pick up the pieces of her life when she commits a heinous act: stealing from her in-laws. She tries to stop herself, but never has she felt so alive and bold in years.

Taglist: @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @honeysgalaxy @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @peachyblkdemonslayer

A pair of jade eyes watched as the remaining lights in the mansion went out. Once all was dark, they donned a mask and slung a bag over their shoulder. They then made their way over to the manor.

Spotting an open window, the figure climbed in, landing in a sitting room of sorts. Noticing the painting on the small, they pulled out a forgery. Carefully, they removed the genuine from the wall and gently placed the fake in its place.

As they snuck into the hallway, they stole any artwork--paintings, vases, sculptures--out of the other rooms before swiftly replacing them.

Finally, they stopped at the art room. Before their eyes was a picture of Black people dressed in fancy clothes with expensive jewelry on their ears, necks, and wrists.

"Enoch Baptiste's Black Elite. What are you doing here in this bloodclaat's home?" They asked as they pulled out a spray bottle.

Rays of red lasers appeared through the mjst. But it didn't faze the burglar. Instead, they stealthily made their way through the lasers. Handstands, flips, and other gymnastic moves. Once at their destination, they deactivated the alarms.

They then turned their attention to the paintings on the wall. For people who looked down on artists, they sure loved having expensive art in their homes.

"Such beautiful paintings owned by such disgraceful people," the burglar said while pulling out a scanner. The device flashed a light, meaning the painting had a tracking chip.

"A tracking chip? How cute." The thief then pulled out a chip disrupter and aimed it at the tracker. Afterward, the thief took the painting down and carefully placed it in the bag. She then pulled out a replacement for the Black Elite.

However, it wasn't a duplicate.

"In recent news, someone broke into the home of former Gotham D.A. Felix Beauvais and left an ominous painting-"

Mona Lisa changed the channel to her usual soap opera programming. She wasn't in the mood to hear Felix bitch and moan when she had more pressing matters to tend to. He was too foolish to even recognize the rest of his precious property was stolen.

"Here you go, madame." Salome handed her a glass of water. "Hopefully the morning sickness won't be too bad in the coming months."

Mona took the glass and downed it in seconds. Was this how her own mother felt when she was pregnant with her? Morning sickness was like she was being beat up by an invisible entity when she least expected it. Not to mention the weird cravings. Last night's dinner was a cream cheese bagel with baked salmon and brocoli.

And who could forget the mood swings? Mona prayed her mother didn't listen to the heated voicemail she left her about dogs of all things.

"Thank you, Salome. Your help is really appreciated in these times."

Salome bowed then walked off to tend to the rest of the house.

Mona almost collapsed onto the bed when she went into her room. The morning was still early, which meant plenty of time to relax before getting ready for work. As she rested, her mind raced with thoughts.

What am I gonna do with the paintings?

It was true that she broke in Felix's house and stole his "prized" paintings. But now what was she going to do with them? They were very good quality, probably bought from the artists themselves.

I think I'll keep Black Elite for myself. It was Francis's favorite.

Unzipping the bag, she pulled out the famed painting then placed it in a secret compartment behind the bookshelf. As for the rest of the paintings, she'd probably sell them. But to whom was the question?

It was something to think about later. For now, she had to get ready for work.

"1, 2. And a 1, 2, 3!"

Mona played the piano as her dancers, twins Halle and Mamie, moved to the music. Usually her music videos didn't have dancing since her main genres were jazz and R&B. Still, it felt good to have a change of pace every one in a while.

"Mrs. Beauvais, you have a visitor," her assistant stated.

Mona walked off the set towards her assistant and followed her down the hall. They stopped in front of a room.

"In here, ma'am."

"Thank you." Mona opened the door to see a group of well-dressed Italian men sitting at the table. One of the men had a big, fat cigar in his mouth.

"You must be Mona Lisa," he said without looking up at her.

"I am." Mona took a seat across from him and his group. "And you are?"

"Name's Jimmy. Jimmy Calhoun," Jimmy replied. It amazed her how he could speak with the cigar hanging off his lips. "First, I just wanna say my condolences. It must be hard losing your husband at such a young age in such a manner. While I wasn't particularly fond of Mr. Beauvais, I did want him to grow old."

Memories of the funeral flooded back into Mona's mind. Even though it's been only two months, the wounds were still fresh. "Thank you, Mr. Calhoun."

"With that being said, I have an offer to make you." Calhoun finally looked up at her. "My wife's a huge fan of yours. Listens to every song, been to the concerts. The whole nine yards."

Learning Calhoun's wife was a fan brought a small sense of comfort to Mona. "Tell her that I appreciate the support."

"Actually, you can tell her that yourself."

Mona raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"My wife's birthday is coming up and I want you to perform at it. You and your dancers," Calhoun revealed. One of his men then pulled an envelope out his jacket and slid it towards Mona.

"You could use some extra money in your pocket. Stars like you don't get far in this city, which is a shame."

Mona agreed with Calhoun. Gotham high society was where the businessmen, politicians, and lawyers ruled. Celebrities weren't as respected. Not to mention she's been out of the public eye for a while due to a long period of mourning.

"How much will you pay me?"

"Name your price and I'll have it." Calhoun pulled out his checkbook.

"Think you can pay me three hundred million?" Mona crossed her arms. She knew it wasn't right to test someone like Calhoun, but she was feeling strangely confident today. Besides, the money would be used to pay her staff and fund her...extracurricular activities.

Just as quickly as he pulled it out, he put his signature and the amount on it. "I can do that. Will that be all, Mrs. Beauvais?"

Mona tapped her finger on her arm. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who'd be big on having paintings on his home, but it's worth a shot. "Would you mind if I bring some...wares?"

Calhoun's eyebrow raised. "Wares?"

Mona nodded. She wanted to keep it a mystery until the day of the party.

"Alright. You can bring them." Calhoun replied. "Does this mean we have a deal?"

Mona nodded and shook Calhoun's hand. As she stood up, she asked him, "Will you keep your word, Mr. Calhoun?"

"Of course. I'm a man of my word, Mrs. Beauvais. Breaking deals like this is bad for business."

Mona walked back to the set to deliver the news to Halle and Mamie. "We've been invited to a party for the wife of a man named Jimmy Calhoun," Mona explained, showing them the invitation. "He wants me to bring you two."

"Really?!" Halle bounced with excitement. She was the darker skinned of the twins with short red hair.

Mamie, cool and calm as always, had brown skin and white hair. "How much did he pay you?"

"Three hundred million," Mona replied. "The party is tomorrow night, so make sure you have your routine memorized."

The twins nodded before walking off to discuss the news amongst themselves. As for Mona, she had some other work to attend to.

Mona's eyes looked around as her car entered the parking lot to the garage. Salome tightly held onto the wheel. Part of her wanted to ask if her mistress lost her mind; but kept it to herself.

"Are you sure this is the place, mistress?"

"I'm sure. Is the gun still in here?"

Salome opened the glove compartment to reveal a gun inside, which Mona gave an approving nod to. "Please take it with you, mistress. You never know what these Arkham types are capable of."

"You're the one who needs it, Salome. I'll be fine." Mona grabbed the duffel bag as she got out the car. She made her way to the garage, knocking on it three times with a minute between each knock. It took a bit but the wait was worth it once the garage door was lifted up by a burly, bespectacled man.

"Mona Lisa."

"Adonis."

Adonis made way for Mona to come inside before giving a reassuring nod for Salome to pull the car inside. He then turned his attention back to the artist.

"Here for some new tech, I suppose?"

"Yes. Do you have anything new?" Mona put her hands on her hips.

"Follow me." Adonis walked over to a shelf and pressed a button. It lifted up to reveal an elevator underneath. Adonis, Mona, and Salome boarded on and waited as they descended underneath the garage.

"Such an inconspicuous place for a hideout." Mona looked around. "I would've never guessed this was where you got up to evil."

"No one did. Not even Gotham PD or Batman."

Adonis walked off once the elevator reached the first floor. On the walls were gadgets and tools of all shapes and sizes. Mona's eyes immediately fell on a tabletop littered with gadgets.

"Are those mine?"

"Yep." Adonis walked over and picked up a remote. When he pressed a button, several small robots out a box. Mona nodded, impressed. "What is it and how much is it?"

"This is a device that releases little robots that can dislodge and cut any frame of any material. Makes it easier to take the art without having to take the whole damn thing." Adonis's voice was proud and confident in his work. "It'll cost a pretty penny if you want it."

I knew it, Mona reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a jade vase. She knew she struck gold when she saw Adonis's eyes widen. "Will this be sufficient payment?"

Salome gasped. "Isn't that-"

"Hell yeah it will. Is that authentic jade?" Adonis held the vase in his hands, examining it closely.

"Wi." Mona smirked.

"Hell, you can take everything off the table!" He couldn't take his eyes off the vase. In his days as the villain Cybermaster, he only hacked into top secret files and sold them to the highest bidder. He didn't really use the money he earned from his schemes to buy anything luxurious. "How'd you get this?"

"Let's just say, Mr. Felix and Mrs. Helene Beauvais won't be needing that or any of their other art anymore." It honestly shocked Mona that she spoke so proudly of her crime. She broke into her in-laws' house! That wasn't something to be proud of!

Why am I talking like this? I've never stolen anything a day in my life...

"Keep up the good work. Knowing those two, they probably aren't worried that their stuff was stolen."

"They won't be for a very long time." A confidence that never existed suddenly surged inside her. Why did she feel so...so bold to talk about these things? It wasn't how her mother raised her... "I replaced most of their art with forgeries. All except for one."

Both Salome and Adonis raised an eyebrow.

"Enoch Baptiste's Black Elite. Instead, I replaced it with an original artpiece to let those fuckers know they're not safe."

You're horrible! You're a monster! Francis wouldn't have wanted this!

"What...what will you do with it, madame?" Salome asked in a hushed tone.

"Keep it, obviously. As a momento to my dearest Francis." Don't you dare mention his name, criminal! "Now if we are done here, I'd like to get back home and practice for an event tomorrow night."

"Go ahead. Take it all." Adonis went back to the vase. "This is one hell of a payment."

Satisfied, Mona placed the tools in the bag before walking back to the elevator. Salome, still shocked by the revelation that her mistress broke into the elder Beauvais's estate and left that painting, followed behind her.

"Mistress...why?" she asked. But Mona couldn't hear her. Too high on the boldness she'd suddenly gotten.

When Mona arrived home, she made a beeline straight to her piano. It was a miracle that it was able to still be hers. Her fingers ran along the keys, bringing her joy. The piano was a wedding gift from Francis. One that Mona appreciated greatly.

Francis...

A pit formed in her stomach as she recalled what was said in Adonis's garage. The realization of what she'd just admitted to seeped in as a sharp, horrified gasp left her mouth.

Her knees became weak. How could she have admitted such sins with carelessness? Had the Devil possessed her?

She was horrible-- a horrible wife, a horrible widow, and a horrible mother to be.

What have I done?! I've lowered myself to the level of criminals! Tears forming in her eyes, she ran to her bedroom. Mona threw open her closet doors and pulled out the suit and mask worn on that fateful night. They'd made become an entirely different person. The fact the wares she talked to Calhoun about were the stolen goods from her in-laws made her sick. And what of her unborn child? What would the other children say about her child having a thief for a mother?

She threw the costume into the flames of the fireplace. When she went to reach for the mask, her hands shook.

What are you doing, Mona Lisa? Why are you destroying your art?

"This isn't my art!"

Yes it is. You made those forgeries to protect your art; yet you didn't do the same for Felix and Helene? Why is that?

"I...I have to give these back-" Mona fell to her knees as she threw up. Why did trying to do the right thing repulse her? Her eyes then trailed up to the mask.

Think about it, Mona! This world has left you with nothing!

"It...it hasn't-"

It has! You've heard it many times! Now that Francis is gone, you have nothing left!

"That's not true! I still have my music! My true art!"

Really? What will those get you? You may have the fame and fortune, but you don't have the power! Power is what makes Gotham run! That's what being with Francis gave you!

"I loved him for who he was! Not for power!"

That I did, but I can't deny the high I got from what being in his circles offered me. I never talked the way I do now. Before, I was a wallflower. A doormat. Now, I've become a queen.

"I..."

Do I think I'd ever let Felix, or Helene, or any of those useless sons of Beauvais bitches go? After everything they did to me?! To Francis?!

Anger took over Mona as she remembered everything the Beauvais family put her through. How they never spared a moment to tear her down. Their remarks about her upbringing and career. The constant undermining of her marriage to Francis. Felix and Helene stealing her money and her home was the last straw.

"No."

Exactly. Do you see how they made Francis's funeral all about themselves? How they had no regard for an honest, honorable man who lost his life?!

Mona's body trembled with rage. She remembered the nasty glares Felix and Helene gave her when she walked beside them to take Francis to his final resting place. How they allowed everyone else to go before her to pay their respects and say their last goodbyes.

"No! They didn't even care that he'd been killed!"

So why should I care about stealing from them? Or anyone from that matter? If anything, it's payback for everything they've done to me.

"No weapon raised against me shall prosper. And if it tries to, then I'll take everything it loves and never look back."

Then stand up, Mona Lisa. Become who you were always destined to be. Show them your art is nothing to be disregarded. Rise, Monochrome!

Pulling out her needles, pins, and fabrics, Mona got to work making a new costume for herself. She wouldn't fight it anymore. If the world wanted her to become a villain, then a villain she'd become. The old Mona Lisa Beauvais died with Francis.

She held the mask--the key to her new self--in her hands. Sliding it on her head made her feel brand new, fresh. Alive after living death for two months.

The world would know Monochrome. And as long as she was alive, nothing was safe from her clutches.

[springvaletales]

((Session 59 is wrapped!))

We spent the first hour just catching up and chatting about the housing market, work politics, how our knees crackle like cereal when we stand up even though we’re only in our 30s, and other non-fantasy things.

Bagelby’s Player: “[Fiancee], take this. Take this. Take Bagel! Bagelby’s Player’s Fiancée, distantly: “I am not a replacement Bagel!”

Asahi saw a small convoy of ships entering the bay of Port Covekeel and asked the waitress at the inn about them; they are ships from the Gourman Sea, come up the coast to drop off sailors who spent too long in the crystal haze and need to recuperate.

A successful history check tells her that the crystal haze was created thousands of years ago when an underwater volcanic eruption (possibly or possibly not created by the World Beast kicking at the planet in its sleep) blasted through a pocket of Vesnali crystal and pulverized it into a fine, lightweight powder.

Ancient wizards banded together to confine the crystal haze to the Gourman Sea (more modernly, the ‘Ghost’ sea) and keep it from moving inland to Skadaan or Headuin.

The magical barrier that contains the crystal haze over the Gourman Sea (or ‘Ghost Sea’) is powerful enough to repel magical creatures and beings.

Prince Consort Manon-Val has admitted in the past to sailing the long way around the sea to Headuin because he would otherwise run into this barrier like a bird into glass.

This has happened more than once.

Ena’s Player: “It makes you go crazy.” Sir Carl Jaeger’s Player: “What kind of crazy?” Me: “Uh….bathsalt crazy.”

Asahi preemptively went and bought masks for all the party members bc she is the only responsible member of this party (Sir Carl Jaeger excluded).

“So Gwenyth Paltrow is not allowed in the Ghost Sea.”

Ena, watching dazed and disoriented sailors who can’t hold themselves up be carried off the ships: “Me next!!!”

The docked ships are getting scrubbed down by crew members in gloves and masks to remove a glittery dust-like substance that’s encrusted over the hull like salt, and there are armed guards hanging around the docks to prevent the theft of this dust, specifically.

This stuff is supposed to be a super scary natural hazard that’s commonly used by criminals and assassins to kill and incapacitate and my players are arguing over what it tastes like. Me: “You will be thrown in jail if you lick the boat in port.” Bagelby: “Yeah. Wait until international waters!”

Thiori is desperate to obtain some of this crystal dust to make poison. For the Greater Good, of course.

Bagelby walked straight up to one of the elven guards, claimed to be “just a curious child and totally NOT a teenage thief”, and flat out asked “why are drugs bad” as a distraction.

The elf rolled a 3 against his 16 deception, and fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

“From an elven perspective, he baby.”

Bagelby successfully conned the elf into giving an improv-ed D.A.R.E. speech while Thiori sneaked a sample of the dust without the guard or either of the sailors noticing. Asahi then dragged Bagelby away when she realized what they were doing.

“You successfully reverse pickpocket a hallucinogenic Feywild slug into the guard’s pocket as Asahi drags you away by a horn.”

Curiosity satisfied, Bagelby went looking for the captain of a ship that they could either steal, convince to sail to a mystical island for them, or sign on to work and then mutiny for control; I gave him four options, and he went with the one I was least prepared to use.

The captain Bagelby chose to target is Bugbear Captain Rip N’tear, who is manning his ship’s recruitment table alongside his calico Tabaxi first mate, Amelia.

Yes, she is a Treasure Planet reference. Shush.

Amelia: “This would be so much easier if you would just wait in the ship.” Captain Rip: “How am I supposed to sail with a crew if I cannot judge their character with my own eyes?” Amelia: “Your resting bitch face is scaring everyone away! We’re never going to field a crew with your ugly mug at the table - nobody wants to sail with a man who can’t take a joke.” Captain Rip, still stone-faced: “I can take many jokes. Most people just aren’t funny.”

Bagelby ran right up to Amelia and Captain Rip’s recruiting table and introduced himself as a 16yo master thief.

Amelia does not want to hire a teenager who’s never sailed before, but Captain Rip likes Bagelby’s brutal honesty.

Amelia insisted to Captain Rip that she would not take on “yet another childish crew”, and somehow the topic turned to “which PC is the most Adultiest Adult”?

Thiori: “I have four beautiful children that I am very proud of. Look at this last letter they wrote to me!” Me: “Is that the letter where they admitted to underage drinking, breaking out of prison, and running from the cops?” Thiori: “I have four beautiful children that I am very proud of.”

Bagelby tried to sell Captain Rip on hiring the party by giving him a rousing speech about treasure, adventure, and friendship that started with the words “Pirate Island” and ended with “and is that not the true nature of a sea dog? Bear? Dogbear?”

Captain Rip rolled low, and was sold at “Pirate Island”, but I let Bagelby finish his speech. It was masterful.

The chat: “….-not reliable! Your teacher tried to leave a national park with a rock in his hat!” Me, who just unmuted the chat after taking a phone call and heard something very different: “WHAT”

We left off with the party having been hired by the “Bonethresher”, and preparing to set sail at dawn. We'll see where they go from there in a week or two!

[talesmaniac89]

Charity Heist 1 - aka. The Pre-Coffee Preamble

A Supernatural Heist AU - Masterlist

Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.

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A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.

Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour

Next

“Settle down idjits. We’ve got a new mark,” 

Bobby Singer’s voice was clear and all business over the speaker phone in the middle of the table as the rest of your little ragtag group sank into their seats in the War Room. The gruff voice of your leader easily stopping the early morning squabble for the best breakfast bagels that was a daily occurrence at the Winchester brothers’ hideout.  

The old abandoned Cold War bunker turned high-tech heaven was the collective home and base of operations for your little group of reformed criminals. Better yet, it was comfortably swanky and freaking massive too. Clearly the work of some paranoid 1950s millionaire fearing that someone would set their claws in his bank account in the midst of a possible nuclear war. 

Choosing to instead squander the millions away himself, if your fully kitted out home was anything to go by. As the ridiculously massive underground palace not only had enough bedrooms to house a damn village, but also a random assortment of rec rooms. Ranging from understandable for an apocalypse (a gun range and gym) to just straight up showboating, like the replica Cold War operation room you were currently sitting in. 

Hell, even after living there for years you were sure there were still rooms you’d yet to explore. 

Still, the bunker was your home and workplace, all rolled into one big ball of concrete, high tech gear and enough weapons to arm a militia. Though your job was a little less ‘The Office’, and a hell of a lot more ‘Ocean's Eleven’...

Just with better intentions, actual skills and a higher level of tech. 

In short, your little group was in the business of cons, heists and all things criminal. Though you were far removed from common criminals. No, your marks weren’t the average Joe down the road with too much money lining his pockets. You had your eyes set on bigger fish, or… 

Sharks. 

As a group made up of mainly former criminals and up-to-no-gooders, you all put your skills to good use. Taking on cases from normal folk and the more righteous side of rich who’d been scammed out of their hard-earned cash. Scamming the wannabe Don Corleone’s and other evil bastards who did it right back. Usually with the added benefit of emptying their bank accounts of all their ill-gotten gains. And, as Bobby kept speaking, this seemed to be just the kind of case that would end up adding zeros to your bank account.

You might be fighting the good fight, but that didn’t mean you had to do so for free. After all, what was the point of the swanky bunker life if you couldn’t live it in relative style and comfort?

“This is a good one, real money up for grabs. So, listen close...” He added once the room quieted down. 

As always, the retired military officer was the man with the plan and the guy who decided on your cases. And, as usual, he was locked away somewhere doing God knows what, communicating with you solely via phone. By now your image of Bobby Singer was more speaker than human, or possibly Charlie from Charlie’s Angels; though you weren’t exactly spies. Well…

Not all of you anyway.

Hell, you didn’t even know where he lived. There had  been mentions of your very own kingpin owning some impressive real estate tied to the US military's automotive research and development sector once. Though, if that was true, you wished he’d put some of those resources to good use making you a batmobile. 

You really wanted a batmobile. 

Still, batmobile or no, either way, Bobby was your mastermind. He handled your debriefs, found the connections, got you in the door and more often than not left the legwork to your less-than-family-friendly Scooby gang.

Not that you minded. You loved the action that came with being one of Singer’s little foot soldiers. You got to snatch up some shiny goodies, break into places others saw as impenetrable and, overall, just kick ass. All in the name of doing good. 

Though you’d probably never admit to it in fear of sounding sappy, deciding to work for the Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency was the best career jump you’d ever made.

Grinning into your coffee at the thought of a big payday, you kept your eyes glued on the speaker in the middle of the fully kitted out breakfast littering the table. With a new case on the horizon, you didn’t even really need the extra shot of espresso in your usual morning double. 

Pent up adrenaline was already coursing through your veins prematurely and leaving you bouncing your leg under the large briefing table. If only to have some outlet for your energy until you could get past the necessary, but boring, planning part of the con and get a piece of the actual action. 

It’d been a quiet month, and damn it… You’d been going stir crazy waiting for another case.

You needed a chance to flex your muscles and ensure your skills were still sharp. There was only so much time you could spend training in the bunker’s gym before you needed real field training again. Your sticky little thieving fingers were itching for something to snatch. 

But first, you had to do the groundwork. No matter how much the little daredevil on your shoulder was ready to shoot first and ask questions later. 

Which meant you had to begrudgingly accept the manilla folder from Sam. Throwing him a small smile that grew wider as the tall man rolled his hazel eyes at you from the way you were nearly bouncing in your seat. The big guy was the youngest of the notorious Winchester brothers, who both topped more than one international most wanted list, and your intelligence guy. 

Information and data gathering were Sam's areas of expertise. Which was why he always helped Bobby with the planning and was the task leader on the ground when the big boss wasn’t there. Which was, honestly, most of the time. 

More than anything else though… Sammy loved his folders.

Every new con had at least one for each of you. Filled to the brim with everything you needed to know to make your next heist go off without a hitch. Yours even came with highlighted sections; color coded by importance and marking the sections you had to read. Since Sam knew you had the attention span of a toddler filled to the brim with sugar and high on a particularly strong strain of mischief. 

Though, truthfully, you did read the info in his precious folders. Every single word. After the briefings. But you’d never tell him. Even under the threat of torture.

Because, even though you loved it when you actually got to stretch your muscles and test your skills, there was no question you’d be dead and buried if it wasn’t for Sam Winchester. His thorough plans and backup scenarios kept your group alive and made you one of the most dangerous con agencies in the world. Hell, before you’d met Sam, your shoot first ask questions later attitude to your own thefts had nearly gotten you killed time and time again. 

Better yet, you were also less likely to be locked behind bars with him on your side.

Having graduated top of his class from Stanford Law, he was more than qualified to keep your not-exactly-legal little group out of trouble. Putting his skills and knowledge to good use; he kept  your plans airtight and made you impenetrable to any possible retribution. Legal or otherwise. 

Judges hated him, lawyers wanted to be him and criminals wanted to hire him. But he was all yours, and by that you meant your group’s. You yourself just saw the big lug of a man as a little brother. One with a massive collection of hair products, flannels and most importantly; one you just absolutely adored annoying. 

Which was why you’d take the fact that you appreciated his folder obsession to your grave.

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“These guys are real monsters,” 

Bobby’s voice booming over the speaker system shook you out of thoughts as you quickly skimmed the pages detailing the target of your next heist. Grimacing down at the pictures of angry looking men that filled each and every page. All looking as if they’d been typecast for some typical mobster movie; fully equipped with glaring eyes, designer suits and not-so-pleasant dispositions. 

This group seemed to be European, and industrious in their crimes based on what you’d skimmed through so far and what Bobby was saying over the phone. Focusing on white collar cons, scams, money laundering, blackmail and whatever else could net them the biggest profit. 

Which in turn equaled big money for you. Score.

You liked big money. 

It was why you’d decided to become a thief in the first place. Or at least it was why you’d stayed in the business once you ‘broke out on your own’ as you chose to think of it. 

In reality, you’d never really had a choice in the matter, having been forced into a life of crime since childhood. Kidnapped before you were even old enough to remember your parents by a group of men and women in suits who looked suspiciously similar to the ones in the manila folder. Coerced into stealing to stay alive ever since you were old enough to swipe your first piece of candy. And by candy you meant the wallets and documents your adoptive ‘family’ asked you to swipe.

Once you managed to shake them off however, you’d stayed in it for the money. Since your lack of any formal education, or hell, an actual social security number or otherwise registered identity, made it hard for you to walk the straight and narrow. Then, since partnering up with the Winchesters, there was of course also the added benefit of getting most of that cash back to the folks they’d taken it from.

Just like the real-life vigilantes you were. Minus the capes, masks, and superhero names.

Dealing out your own special type of justice to the scumbags that operated just outside the grasp of what the judicial system was capable of tackling by handling the cases that somehow bypassed punishment. Either due to the bad guys having more lawyers, taller stacks of money or the right politicians in their pockets. 

On quieter days, you’d occasionally also steal from bad guys just to, well... Steal from bad guys. Take down a ring of pervs, cause a bit of financial ruin for a mobster or maybe just make life a little bit harder for a dirty politician. ‘Cause the days, and sometimes weeks, between jobs could get boring. 

Not to mention the fact that you were one of those weirdos that loved your job, and annoying baddies just made you all… 

Tingly.

You got to go scaling buildings, play around with high tech toys, trick the best security systems in the world and totally outshine Catwoman. Which wasn’t all that hard really. You were a hell of a lot better at your job than the feline comic book character. Even without the catsuit.

For the first time in your literal life of crime, you were happy. You were doing good. 

Though, as with every vigilante, the authorities most likely wouldn’t agree with you. However, what they thought didn’t really matter in your book... Your little agency of the best fighters, specialists and con men in the world were just too fucking awesome to ever get caught. 

As Bobby would say (sometimes repeatedly while you rolled your eyes at the speaker phone); in your business, confidence was everything. It was literally in the job title. You were confidence men (and women thank-you-very-much), or con men for short. 

You could walk into FBI headquarters, knock on the head honcho's door and easily gain control of the task force out to catch you if you wanted to. It was simply a matter of pushing the right buttons, putting pressure on the right paycheck and threatening the biggest, baddest guy there. 

Actually, rumors in the bunker suggested that Bobby already had the InterPol taskforce out to catch you in his back pocket. And you knew, with 100% certainty, that you’d helped out the Brits by acing your latest case up in New York. So, the MI5 kinda owed you… Big time.

This case, however, was definitely you doing good. And you doubted any government agency out there would stand in your way of taking down this particular group.

These greaseballs were digging their filthy paws into pockets they had no business being in. They’d set up a pretty basic charity scam; tricking money out of the pockets of good samaritans only to line their own and fund their criminal activities. All while actually being the monsters behind the problem they were raising money for. 

After creating the new highly addictive drug plaguing the streets of small-town America, they started the charity “combatting” the very addiction they caused. Raking in the cash from both sides.

It probably also doubled as a money laundering scam if you knew their type. And you did… Intimately. Their type had beaten everything you knew about infiltration and retrieval into you for years. 

Frowning at the words printed on the white paper, you pushed away thoughts of a ruined childhood that you’d rather not linger on just as your hacker and the beautiful brain behind most of your high-tech toys gasped across the table. Dragging you out of your own skim reading and rambling mess of a pre-caffeinated brain with her indignant grumble. 

“Kids? Really? Those soulless bastards are actually targeting teens and kids with that drug?”

Your best friend, Charlie, was the first to speak up past Bobby’s briefing. The words laced with disgust and seasoned with a frown as she devoured the information. Your brainiac best friend was, as always, one step ahead of Bobby’s own slower briefing across the speaker and nearly a full page in front of everyone else due to her speed reading.

The girl was a genius. A kinda scared and slightly neurotic genius, but a genius all the same. And you adored her.  

“They’re mafia… I don’t think they’re too worried about the morality of their scam,” Dean, the older of the two Winchester brothers, shot in. 

Though he was considered your ‘muscle’ and the group’s hitter, Dean Winchester was so much more. The trained mercenary, weapons specialist, mechanical engineer, and possibly also the sexiest man alive, was your group’s proverbial jack of all trades. Though he didn’t know you added that final item to his long list of qualifications in your mind. 

You were an expert at infiltration and retrieval, not an idiot. 

But damn it, that man should be illegal. And not only due to the little fact that he topped more than one most wanted list for his days as a mercenary, his qualifications, and his deadly skills. He was also hot as hell, and you might just maybe have the tiniest of crushes on him. 

Alright… So, the 50% of your brain that wasn’t occupied with thinking of your next con, was fully dedicated to thoughts of the sinfully sexy man. Both the innocent daydreams and the very, very dirty thoughts you indulged in behind closed doors. 

Whenever he was around, you were pretty much mentally tongue-tied like some pre-teen in a coming-of-age B-movie. Minus the bad prom plot, awkward jokes and high school stereotype ensemble cast. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t been in relationships before, even if they’d mainly been covers for some persona you were playing… But, damn it, none of those men came even close to Dean Winchester.

And as luck would have it, he always sat in the seat right next to yours around the war room table. Which often made it damned near impossible for you to focus on the briefings and debriefings which were kinda integral to your safety and pocketing some not-so-hard-earned cash. 

Hence the need for highlighters, in different colors to boot, and a second read through in the safety of your own room. Far from the reach of his absolutely sinfully delicious arms. 

But heck, how were you supposed to focus on entry strategies when your eyes were constantly drawn to his perfectly proportioned and expertly trained body? 

It was impossible and also very, very mean to ask you to even try.

Especially when it came to those strong arms that you’d spent more than one night in your room dreaming about having wrapped around you. Caging you in his embrace and crushing your heated body against his; hard and soft in all the right places. God, what you wouldn’t give to have those big, calloused hands that were busy leafing through the case details work their magic across your body. Shaping you against him with a hand sliding up your spine or making you his good little girl with a hand wrapped around strands of (Y/H/C) hair… Or...

“Also means this is gonna be dangerous Bobby, these guys don’t mess around,” Dean’s follow up snapped you back out of your own dirty mind as you caught the briefest flash of forest green eyes looking your way. 

Your eyes barely caught his before you forced yourself to look back down at the papers in your own hands. Refocusing on a section that Sam had highlighted in yellow, underlined and circled. Yellow was good, it was bright and definitely not penetrating forest green.

Down girl….

“Neither do you son,” Bobby shot back over the speaker system. 

The heartfelt nickname still felt strange to your ears even though you should’ve already gotten used to it. Bobby raised the Winchester brothers; they were practically family. The rest of you had joined the group later, all scouted by either Bobby or the boys during particularly hard cases or through friends of friends. 

You’d joined two years ago. When they’d needed your particular skill set for a case. And, after nearly having ruined another case of theirs and them saving your life during one of yours, you’d kinda owed them one. The repayment had been a favor for one of Bobby’s friends; stealing back a family heirloom belonging to an older woman from a stereotypical dirty businessman. 

It was almost too easy. A simple pressure-based security system, that you’d completely bypassed by scaling the side of the building and descending in from the ceiling. The nice old lady had even baked you cookies when you went to drop the shiny rock off on behalf of the group. 

They were damn good cookies too. Chocolate chip, none of that raisin bullshit.

Sure, you knew Sam had somehow been behind it all. Talking the nice old lady into baking, in some sugary attempt to bribe you into joining the crew. Since your intelligence expert had put his skills to good use and somehow found out about your one weakness: baked goods. But still, it was the nicest theft you’d ever been part of, so you’d decided to stick around. Not because of cookies or owed favors, but simply because you wanted to use your powers for good instead of evil for once. 

“Mobsters usually also have some pretty good security, but nothing my toys shouldn’t be able to crack. So, if you crack their skulls, you can leave their passwords to me,” Charlie mused, smiling over at where Dean was looking ready to prove himself worthy of his foster father’s words of praise. 

She wasn’t lying either. Even without knowing their full layout, you knew her toys could crack any security system. 

You’d brought Charlie in after about a year with the team. Tagging her in when Sammy had been unable to hack a particularly secure government database over in Iceland. With a promise of getting her a specific limited-edition action figure she’d been eyeing if she helped you out. 

The girl was like an artist with a keyboard and a good WiFi connection. She’d been white-hatting it for most of her life. Though you knew she’d hacked a good few government databases, just to prove she could, even before she took the dive and became your literal partner in crime. Past her skills with a keyboard, she was also your first real friend, and you loved her like a sister. 

She wasn’t really cut out for a life of crime though, considering her skittish personality. So, for most of your decade-long friendship, you’d always kept her out of your more illicit schemes. But what Singer & Winchester Agency was doing... That was right up her alley. What with her massive love for anything vigilante. Especially if it came with capes, superhero costumes and secret identities. All the things you’d rather do without. 

In many ways she was your opposite; the angel on your shoulder where you were the daredevil on hers.

She’d readily decided to help you. Always willing to help a friend in need, especially if it came with the added bonus of mint condition collector items. Even if said promise included speaking to people she didn’t know. 

Which was possibly her least favorite thing in the world to do, other than public speaking to crowds larger than three. Especially when said strangers were, like you, some of the most wanted criminals this side (and likely on the other side too to be honest) of the Atlantic.

Once she’d seen the tech the boys had set up in the bunker however, she’d been sold. Enough to tell you to keep your bonus bribe. Especially since Dean was always there, ready to help her build whatever crazy gadget she dreamed up. As always, your nefarious group of con men always knew which goodies to use to lure someone into joining the agency. With you it had been home baked goodies, and with Charlie it was a literal tech lair. 

That… And the figurine had still made its way to her as an early birthday gift just a month later anyway.

And so, your group had gotten a little bigger. All of you being glorified criminals with hearts of gold had of course made for a weird group dynamic. Yet, you somehow made it work. Even when the newest member of your group joined not all that long ago.

“They’re quite the mixed group. Swedish, French and… Russian huh… My Russian might be a bit rusty, but if I brush up on it I should be able to pull it off,” Your latest recruit, Castiel, shot in as he looked at the papers with his usual tell-tale frown of concentration. 

The guy was more or less still a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a trench coat to you. Though you were pretty sure his name was fake. 

Castiel, or Cas for short, was your grifter. The man with the face of an angel, who could trick basically anyone into trusting him unconditionally. 

So of course, though you liked the fella, you didn’t really trust him. Especially not since he’d dropped in from out of nowhere only a few months earlier. Pulling your collective asses out of a hellish case at the last minute and helping you put a crime lord behind bars.

He’d apparently worked for the big guy before… As in, working for the president in some manner. Secret Service, CIA, FBI, or one of those, if not all of ‘em. But since he quit and now worked in the law’s gray area, he was considered a threat.  At least that’s what he’d told you and what Charlie had managed to confirm through some very secret databases. Even if 80% of the documents were redacted.

He was nice however. And you’d grown close to him over the last few months since he was normally your partner on heists. Or, mainly, you’d taken a shine to watching Charlie get more and more frustrated as he shrugged off her pop culture references, not understanding any of them. 

Apparently, working for the president left little time to Netflix and Chill, since half of your best friend’s references went straight over the grifter’s head. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he’s spent the better part of his life somewhere off-world on a spaceship. 

Actually…. You didn’t know better. Considering his language skills, the man was nearly otherworldly. Easily emulating any character perfectly once he had his role to play.

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That was your team.

Bobby, the big boss. Sam for intel & planning. Dean for combat and security. Charlie for anything tech and hacking. Castiel if you needed someone’s pants charmed off. And you; the reformed thief turned infiltration specialist, with sticky fingers that could easily retrieve whatever the baddies of the week had stolen.

Even if you might not know everything about each other. They were your friends and your only family in this messed up world that was filled to the brim with mobsters and other monsters. Each one worse than the one before, and every single one of them so much worse than what hid under people’s beds at night. Because your monsters were very much real. And very much out to kill you. 

All in all, you were a ragtag group of master criminals turned modern day Robin Hoods. Stealing from the criminal underbelly of the great US of A, and giving to the… Well, most of your clients were wealthy enough to hire you. And some might even have their own skeletons hiding among the designer shoes and dresses in their closets. But they were all law-abiding citizens who didn’t deserve the hand life dealt them. The rest was just semantics.

Plus, the boys always insisted that a cut of your earnings went to some charity or other. Normally some organization that stood in juxtaposition to the bad guys you’d just taken down. Just to pour an extra ounce of salt into the wounds of the bastards.

“So, if you’re all done adding your little color commentary and reading the briefs, let’s move on,” Bobby’s gruff voice sounded slightly exasperated across the speaker. 

Which honestly wasn’t anything new. 

It was hard enough to get one of you to listen; all of you at the same time was a freaking miracle. Unless you were out on a job that was, then you were a well-oiled con-machine.  

None of you spoke up, simply nodding at the phone, though you knew your boss couldn’t see you. At least you were around 75% certain he couldn’t. Though you wouldn’t have put it past him to equip your hideout with some hidden cameras. Either way, he was sure to interpret the silence for compliance. 

“Good. The plan is to steal back the money, get the drive where they keep all their sales records and personnel files and preferably also financially cripple their organization just enough to stop them from trying anything like this scam again. Cherry on top would be to put the Al Capone wannabe running the whole show behind bars,” He summed up over the slight crackle of the speakerphone. 

All in all it was pretty simple, as far as plans went. You wouldn’t have to break into any top-secret government facilities this time around at least.

“So, what’s the next step, boss?” You asked, grinning at the rest of the group in anticipation of the next heist. Letting the folder drop unceremoniously down onto the big mahogany table, you kept your eyes on the speaker. Though you knew it would annoy Sam to see you treat his little manila baby so poorly.

“First… We bring in the bad guns,” Bobby said, causing Dean to groan. The rest of your party joining in like an exasperated chorus only a split second later. 

That nickname could only mean one man… Sure, you all had your own backgrounds in the not-so-law-abiding, but that guy easily made each and every one of you look like perfect little angels. 

“Crowley… Really?” Sam asked with a tired sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Confirming what you’d rather have him deny just as the groans died down.  

Big bad was coming to play. 

Fan-fucking-tastic… 

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LEFT BEHIND - WANDA MAXIMOFF X READER - #02 "R.I.P to My Youth"

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

A/N: So, chapter two is here. Honestly, this story is a mess in my head haha but somehow people are enjoying so i'm sharing. Good reading!

Dictionary for this chapter: dvornyaga - mutt || chuma - plague/brat || Prostite, mem - sorry, ma'm || Vor - thief || printsessa - princess || skuchnyy - annoying ||

Series Warnings: (+16) Violence, fighting, cursing, civil war environments, abuse of power, assault, torture, underage kissing, psychological torture, substance use, mention of assault/fighting of children, smut, kissing, teasing, insinuation of sexual and moral harassment, verbal offenses. Chapter warnings: Underage kissing, violence.

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Chapter Two - R.I.P to My Youth

Sokovia, 7 years ago.

You ducked quickly when you noticed the punch coming toward you.

"Stand still, dvornyaga!" Said the teenager trying to hold you by the shoulders, but you slipped out of his hands, dodging under his arms and starting to run.

The boy rushed to catch up with you, but you were smaller, and fit into places he couldn't get into. Rolling into a crevice in one of the abandoned factories, you laughed as the boy and his friends shouted angrily at you, unable to follow.

Your joy died the second you turned the corner. The nursemaid from the orphanage waiting for you with her arms folded.

"Running away from chores again, chuma?" The woman asked angrily. You ducked your head, walking over to her. As soon as you reached her, she pinned your ear between her fingers, causing you to grumble in pain as you were dragged into the building.

"Prostite, mem." You tried to apologize, but the woman would not listen, and then pushed you inside.

"No dinner for you." She informed you by throwing a broom into your hands. "Get upstairs and go clean the roofs now!

You climbed onto the rooftops with a grimace, softly cursing all the sisters as witches.

When you arrived, you noticed that there were already other orphans there.

"Good afternoon, Vor." Pietro greeted wryly. You approached him to help him carry one of the tiles.

"Stop calling me that." You retorted, but Pietro just laughed, thanking you for your help afterwards. "Why are you here?"

"I broke Nikolai's nose." He told you, and you looked at him reproachfully.

"And you let them catch you?" You asked. "You used to be smarter than that."

"Shut up." He grumbled humorously, waiting for you to finish sweeping the area you were in to return the tile to its place. "And what did you do this time? Are you going to tell me that Madame Pavlova caught you robbing the church again?"

You laughed, finishing sweeping and going back to helping Pietro lift another tile.

"Church money is for the poor." You retort. "I'm poor, how can I steal what's mine?"

"Keep this up and you'll be in jail as soon as you get out of here." A voice spoke behind you, startling you a little.

"You're so nosy aren't you, Wanda?" You teased the girl, and she grimaced at you before looking at her brother.

"What are you doing up here?" Pietro asked before Wanda could speak again. The girl crossed her arms, watching you guys work.

"I brought food for you two. But with this hostility, I think I'll stay downstairs."

You and Pietro exchanged giggles.

"Sorry, Wanda." You asked in unison, making the girl smile. She looked around to check if there were no priests, or nuns, or orphans staring at you from the window pane below before taking some bagels and bread from a wrapper inside her blouse pocket.

"Is there any possibility that you will stop stealing and behave yourselves?" Wanda asked slightly irritated, and you exchanged a look with Pietro.

"Unlikely." You replied, making him laugh. Wanda looked at you reproachfully. "Don't make that face, printsessa. This is stealing too.”

"Don't call me that." Wanda complained between teeth. But you smiled, because you noticed the slight reddening of her cheeks. "And I wouldn't have to steal if you two would stop causing trouble."

"Or maybe you could let us starve next time." Pietro retorted wryly, and ended up getting slapped on the shoulder by his sister, making you laugh. "Sorry, that was stupid."

"You two are so ungrateful." She grumbled turning to leave. You and Pietro exchanged a look, worried that Wanda was angry. But she gave you two one last look before turning away. "Tomorrow, wake up early. I want to show something."

Wanda went down the roof next, and you exchanged a smile with Pietro before turning back to work.

//-//

Wanda poked you in the ribs and you turned your head quickly. You, she and Pietro were ducking behind a car, breaking curfew, and probably some passing law, since you were in an abandoned building.

"They arrived last week." Wanda said to the two of you, looking in the direction of the back door of the building. There were three men in suits talking in the doorway, and casually looking around to see if they were alone. "They stay there all day."

"What's suspicious about that?" Pietro asked.

"Do you guys remember those kids who disappeared last week?" Wanda asked and waited for you and Pietro to confirm before continuing. "I found the orphanage uniform in the dumpster from the building. What if they are picking up the orphans?"

"You said they speak german, right?" You retorted with a question. When Wanda confirmed, you made a thoughtful face. "What if they are Nazi doctors? They could be trying that supremacist shit again."

"I think we should leave." Pietro said next. "Before they see us here."

"Yeah, come on." Wanda agreed before taking one last look at the door meters away from you, the men were entering. Neither you or Pietro notice that one of them looked directly at the girl before closing the door.

//-//

Pietro advanced against you with his fists raised, but you ducked and shoved him in the ribs.

"Well done, Vor!" He spoke contentedly, sounding surprised. He took two more steps toward you, but you dodged, and threw your arms against his waist. You both laughed as you both fell back onto the grass. Pietro rolled you on the ground to get on top. "You can't let them knock you down, little one."

"I'm the one who knocked you down, asshole." You retort humorously, trying to get up. But Pietro is heavy on you.

"I'm letting you win, obviously." The boy says with a smile. You hate that Pietro has grown so big as to win in fights, but at least he helps you learn to fight with the kids on the street. Which was funny, since Wanda always told you to run.

"Oh, really?" You hit back and then raise your knee hard, hitting him in the balls. Pietro lets out an exclamation of pain and falls beside you to the floor, whimpering. You feel bad at the same moment. "Shit, I'm sorry, Piet." You ask, but let out a giggle, watching him gasp in pain.

"What are you two doing here?" A voice suddenly asked, and you looked forward to find the high school monitor looking at you two reproachfully.

"Shit." You grumbled already hurrying to get up and lift Pietro quickly, who seemed to fight the pain to follow you.

"Maximoff! I should know." The woman spoke annoyed, hurrying to cross the railing. You and Pietro were skipping calculus class in the usually empty area behind the gym. But before she finished crossing, you and Pietro were already running away, laughing at the curses the woman yelled at you, and something about detention for a month.

By the time you stopped running, you were in the city, in the alleyways of suburban Sokovia.

Pietro punched you under the shoulder the moment you stopped, and when you grumbled he said it was for the kick.

"Are you hungry?" You asked as you massaged the spot of the punch.

"Yes." He replied looking around. Some people looked curiously at you two, probably because you came to the scene running, but you ignored it.

"I'll get us some food." You let him know and then you are already walking away to the fair area a few meters ahead. Pietro rolls his eyes at the smug expression you cast at him before you put the cap of your jacket over your head.

//-//

"What have you two gotten yourselves into?" Wanda asked angrily, throwing her backpack on top of the torn armchair. You and Pietro took your eyes off the card game to look at her.

The little crib you set up in one of Sokovia's condemned buildings was cold and damp, but it was the closest thing to a home where no one cursed, or order any of you to clean and do any tasks, so it was your favorite place.

Usually the three of you would run away from the orphanage and school as much as possible to stay around here, but then Wanda started actually studying and you and Pietro didn't.

"Sorry, Wands, calculus isn't really our thing." You grumbled to the girl. Wanda approached you with her arms crossed.

"But athletics it is, I believe." She retorted. "If you keep skipping class, you'll get kicked off the team. The guidance counselor told me to warn you two, and she talked for half an hour, so thanks for that." Wanda grumbled ironically, and you kicked Pietro lightly to get him to stop laughing.

You reached out for the paper package you left in the corner of one of the armchairs.

"Maybe this will improve your mood, printsessa." You said as you handed the item to Wanda. She looked tired, and grimaced, grudgingly thanking you. She smiled weakly when she realized it was food. "I saved some bread for you too."

"You two need to stop stealing." She warned, but took a bite of her food. You shrugged, and returned your attention to the game.

"If we had enough food, I wouldn't need to steal anything." You retorted, and Pietro murmured in agreement, while Wanda frowned slightly.

"You could get some work, too." Wanda argues and you laugh, rolling your eyes.

"We've had this conversation a million times, printsessa."

"Stop calling me that." She asks annoyed.

You rolled your eyes again, and made a move. Pietro sighed slightly, since he was losing.

"I can call you skuchnyy, if you prefer." You retort humorously, and Wanda slaps you on the arm, making you and Pietro laugh.

"If you keep stealing, you'll end up in jail! Or worse, killed." She then adds, and you exchange a look with Pietro.

"Only if we get caught." The boy says and you hold back a laugh, seeing Wanda's disapproving look.

She lets out an impatient exclamation, and starts eating in silence. You focus on the game again, knowing that this discussion would happen again. Wanda would always complain that you were stealing, out of pure concern, and you and Pietro would continue to ignore it, out of necessity.

//-//

Sokovia, 6 years ago.

Gasping and out of breath, you kept running.

"I'm going to win." You heard Pietro shout excitedly beside you, running as fast as you.

"Shut up." You shouted back, but Pietro actually reached the finish line first. You laughed, though, trying to normalize your breathing as you sat on the ground.

Coach walked over to the two of you next, past the small crowd of students who were watching the race celebrating Pietro's victory.

"That was excellent, Maximoff." Congratulated the coach with a handshake. Pietro smiled embarrassed, and you laughed at his face.

"Come on, I'll buy you lunch to celebrate." You told the boy as soon as you stood up, and the coach had left. Pietro threw his arm around you, and you pushed him away. "Get off, you're sweaty."

He laughed, and you parted your ways in the locker room. After taking a shower, you found Pietro already wearing his regular clothes instead of his athletic clothes, but he was not alone. There was a man in a suit talking to him.

As you approached, the man looked at you and waved his hat before turning and leaving.

"What was that?" You asked curiously, but Pietro had a grim expression on his face. "Piete, are you okay?"

"Yeah." He says looking away from yours to the paper in your hands. He puts it away in his pocket before you can read it. "I need to talk to Wanda. Rain check on our lunch later."

"Okay." You mumble confusedly, watching Pietro walk away quickly.

//-//

"Pay attention, no one must see you. Go in quietly, place the packages, and leave without being seen." Warned the man in front of you. You swallowed dryly, but nodded in agreement.

You exchanged a glance with Pietro and Wanda before turning to enter through the small gap in the railing, one of the new commercial buildings on the other side.

Now that you were older, the protest groups accepted you at the marches. You and the twins had been participating for a few months now, and they were usually peaceful walks. But then one of the leaders learned that you could fit in small places, and here you were, sneaking into one of the new buildings that took the place of one of the apartment complexes, looking for the exact spot to place the packages that the group handed you.

Even though you were nervous, you made it. And it was only when you were outside that you heard an explosion much bigger than you expected.

When you saw one of the security guards with a bloody head, shouting in Sokovian for the vandals to be stopped while the rest of the protesters shouted and held up their placards, everything seemed to get a little muffled for you, and you could only focus on the powder marks on your fingers. Stumbling away, you ran.

//-//

Sokovia, 5 years ago.

"You two have lost your minds!" You exclaim in surprise and irritation, taking yourself off the wooden bench you were sitting on. Pietro and Wanda look at you with confusion.

"I told you she wouldn't understand." Pietro grumbles and you look at him with indignation.

"Really?" You retort. "Of course I don't understand, Pietro! You've both gone crazy for good!"

"Keep your voice down!" Pietro retorted angrily, getting up as he looked around. No lights had come on downstairs, so no one from the orphanage was awake. "We're doing this for Sokovia."

"Tell me how offering yourself as an experiment for German Nazis helps Sokovia?" You retorted angrily and Pietro sighed impatiently. "I can't believe you two are actually thinking of doing this."

"What do you think will happen next week when we turn eighteen, heh?" Pietro asked aggressively, and you clenched your jaw. "We'll be kicked out of the orphanage, and we'll be on the street. If we didn't have food before, imagine after that!"

"I can get us food!" You exclaim with tear-filled eyes, but Wanda gives a dry laugh.

"You're not going with us." Wanda retorts and you look at her wide-eyed. "You're going to stay here, where you have a roof and a meal, and we're not going to waste the opportunity to change things in Sokovia."

You looked at them incredulously.

"I can't believe you are going to die for your ambition."

Pietro crossed his arms, looking at you seriously. You looked at Wanda, but she looked away to the floor. Shaking your head, you ran your hands through your hair.

"We are doing this for our country." Pietro stated seriously. You disagreed with your head, feeling your throat close up from emotion. But you did not cry. "Some of us are willing to risk whatever it takes."

You give a dry laugh at the provocation. Pietro was only saying that because you stopped participating in the rallies, ever since the protests got more violent and your colleagues started damaging property, stealing, and there were even rumors of fighting that ended in killing.

"Yeah, Piete, you're right." You retorted upset. "You and Wanda want to die in a cell with needles in your arms, lying that this is for Sokovia and not to get revenge for your parents. But don't expect me to stay and watch."

You accuse bitterly before turning and walking off the roof, your tears flowing as you reach the floor below, but you don't stop walking.

//-//

"What are you doing here?" You asked as soon as you raised your head, your gaze shifting from the vegetables at your feet to the girl in front of you. It had been a few days since you had argued with the Maximoffs, and you hadn't spoken to any of them since.

"I came to say goodbye." Wanda said simply, and you rolled your eyes, getting up from the ground and shaking some of the dirt on your fingers.

"When are you two leaving?"

"Now."

Ignoring the feeling that has formed in your stomach, you just grumble in agreement, turning your back on Wanda, because you don't want her to see you cry.

"And what's this now?" You retort as you sit on the edge of the roof, looking out over the city. "Did you come to tell me that you guys are going to remember me or some sentimental shit?"

Wanda laughs softly, and you hear her footsteps approaching, until she is sitting next to you.

"Well, we've been friends for eight years, I thought I should say goodbye." She says looking forward. You want to swallow the urge to cry, because you don't want them to go. But there is nothing you can do.

"Okay, Wanda. Goodbye then." You retort bitterly, looking down at your hands.

"I wanted to give you something before I go." Wanda adds softly, and you turn your head to her to ask what it is, but as soon as you do, Wanda breaks the distance, her lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss.

You sigh in surprise, and Wanda pulls away.

"S-sorry." She says breathlessly. "I shouldn't..."

But you kiss her again. Properly this time. She is grateful that you hold her around the waist, because then she doesn't fall off the roof when she completely melts from the touch of your tongues together.

You pull away to take a breath, leaving your foreheads together. The urge to tell her not to go anywhere is stuck on the tip of your tongue, and before you can let the words escape, someone is clearing their throat behind you.

"I can't believe you kissed my sister." Pietro complains in a mixed tone of teasing and annoyance. But there is no anger in his gaze. You and Wanda move away embarrassed. "We have to go."

Wanda nods in agreement, and looks at you one last time before standing up, walking over to Pietro.

The boy nods to you before leaving. And when the roof is empty, you let the tears stream down your face.

//-//

As soon as the twins left, you joined the protests again. It kept you distracted now that you were alone. And since you hated so much free time without your friends, you ignored the way that you now always ended up with bruised hands and sore throats after every march.

You got some of your fellow protesters to help you keep an eye on the building that Wanda and Pietro were staying in, and when they stopped coming out of there, you knew something was wrong.

Two weeks without hearing about the twins, you could no longer sleep from worry. You imagined that whatever those men were doing to them would take time. But you also didn't expect that your friends would disappear.

So here you were, sneaking around the abandoned floors to find some clue to where the hell they were. You knew you shouldn't be here. It was their choice, and they knew the consequences. But you kept walking.

Hearing a metal noise, you felt your heart race and quickly hid behind a wall. But no other sound came, so you thought it was safe to move.

Another noise, and a sharp pain in your neck a second later. And then you blacked out.

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One Day (02)

synopsis- Peter's life is turned upside down when he meets a criminal who stole the world's most prestigious jewel. But all is not as it seems

warnings- violence, blood, guns, badassery (LMFAO), reader being a flirty piece of shit and adorkable Peter. lmk if I missed something

word Count- 2.9k

ll series masterlist ll previous part ll

Cheers and claps echoed through the walls of the Bank hall for Mr. Stan Lee because he was getting retired.

"Please give it up for Mr. Stan Lee, who is retiring today, after serving the bank of Queens, diligently for 30 years." Flash announced, the claps resuming once again.

"Say, you can take out time for the wife now." Flash joked, nudging the man.

"I don't have one."

"What?" Flash asked in confusion.

"I'm single, I don't have a wife." Stan said, louder this time.

Flash gave an impressed smile as he urged the others to clap for the man, once again. Peter clapped too, behind him, he heard two women whispering to each other.

"He dedicated his entire life to the bank, never came late or left early."

"He has never taken even one leave in his 30 year long career."

A knot tightened in Peter's stomach, this had been going on since yesterday night. He could not concentrate at work that day, even on his way back home he was too caught up to think about anything else. He did not want to end like Mr. Lee. He wanted a family, a wife, and a happy life with her. Who would not, actually.

Sat on his bed, he stared at his laptop, the registration page for the MatchMaker sight, was open. He debated the possibilities of signing up for this. Finally, he reasoned with himself and created an account on the site.

He waited as they looked up for a good "blind date" for him, biting his nails anxiously.

"Peter! Come here!" Aunt May's voice called

"Coming, just a sec!" he called back, a dialog box appearing on his screen, asking if he accepts a date with Liz Toomes.

"PETER!" May called again.

Fuck it

He murmured, hitting the accept button and rushing to the living room. May was sitting on the couch looking at the T.V happily.

"What happened?" Peter asked, May pointed at the screen

"The thief, it's a girl!"

A hooded figure stood in the photo on the T.V, her (e/c) eyes looking in the camera and her (h/c) hair covered by the black hood of her outfit. The face was not clear but it was pretty evident that there was no effort to hide her identity.

༆ 𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗔𝗙𝗘, 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗦

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The wafting smell of bread, pancakes and waffles drifted within the walls of the cafe. 4 men entered the small place, surpassing all the previous tables and taking a seat at one in the very end, where a single (y/h), (h/c) with (e/c) eyes looking down at the silver rubix cube she was solving was sitting. She wore a knee-length yellow bodycon and sleek black heels, complimenting the dress.

Without a word, the men took a seat on the opposite side of the table, placing a black briefcase on the same, The girl did not look up for some time, to get her attention, one of the men spoke;

"So, it's you."

To their surprise, she replied immediately, but her eyes never left the cube. "If you have what I think you have, then I am who you think I am." She looked up as she finished solving the cube, giving the man a little smile.

The 4 looked at each other and nodded, opening the case when a waiter said in a squeaky voice placing the plates on their table, "And Rigel is here at your service, 3 caramel macchiatos, 2 mozzarella and cheese sandwiches and one whole-wheat bagel!" The men looked annoyed while the girl watched the boy in amusement.

"Did you order this?" The man asked, the girl simply shrugged in response, indicating that she had not.

"Rigel! Wrong table, this is supposed to go to table no. 2!" scolded the cashier, Rigel glanced between the cashier and the table sheepishly as he apologised to them and took the plates away to table no.2

The man shook his head and took out a tablet from his briefcase, "Five million dollars await you in a bank at Mauritius, one swipe of your finger and your fate will change forever."

The girl narrowed her eyes at the man, the smile slowly twisting into a smirk as she placed the cube on the table and tapped on its middle block, her eyes never leaving the man. The cube's blocks slowly began to shift as an opening formed from which, the shining blue jewel emerged. The man eyed the diamond eagerly, he outstretched his hand to grab the cube but just as his hand neared it, the girl nagged it from his reach.

"Gentlemen," she started, beaming at the men, "what's the hurry? Let's discuss a few things first, shall we?" She said the man narrowed his eyes at her but she continued, unfazed of the gaze.

"You know what, I'm pretty hungry. Let's eat something." She said, slapping one of the men on his shoulder, shifting her gaze from the 4 men in front of her she looked ahead and called, "Hey, Rigel!"

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Peter rolled his eyes as Aunt May stuffed a bible in his bag, he was carrying it to the date. She looked up at her nephew, teary eyed. Peter gave an exasperated sigh

"May, I'm not going to fight a war, it's just a date." He said.

"You will have a family, kids. Now I can die in peace." She replied, Peter smiled as he shook his head at her antics and gave her a hug. As he was about to sit in his car, May held him back and gave him another set of car keys.

Peter's eyes widened and he grinned madly, "Uncle Ben's car?!" He asked.

May hummed, "He came to pick me up for our first date in this car. Now it's your turn. Go get your girl."

"You know, you can eat after we go?" On the other side of the city, the girl ate heartily, as the other men watched her annoyed.

"I know dude, but you're out of luck, because this girl can't think on an empty stomach." She countered, stuffing more tater tots in her mouth and smiling at him.

"What's there to think about? The price has been decided, take from one hand and give from another." He said, not backing down.

Smiling goofily, she raised her hands and showed her palms to the men, "Both of my hands are dirty." She said, pouting.

Having enough of her games, all the guys zipped open their jackets to reveal that all of them were carrying guns.

Sipping her coffee she nodded in understanding the goofiness vanishing from her body language, "Threats can be expensive." She stated.

"How expensive?" The man challenged.

"5 million each." she replied promptly. "You four made that mistake, so the price is now 25 million dollars." She finished.

"Wrong, the prize is now zero, pass over the jewel quietly."

Instead of replying, the girl took out 4 napkins and handed one to each of the men,"Wipe your noses, guys. There was a drug in your lattes, in exactly 5 seconds, your mouths will be foaming and you all would be unconscious." she said, fake sympathy lacing her voice.

But just then, 4 men on the table beside them collapsed as their heads banged on the table.

"Oops" she winced.

"Oh god, I made a mistake again. These were for your table. Right ma'am?" Asked the waiter, Rigel.

"Thank you Rigel." She said, After a moment of silence and no movement, one of the men took out his gun but she slapped it out of his hands and elbowed the man in his face beside her. She stood up and flipped the table and pushed herself back breaking the glass behind her and spilling the plates and its leftover contents on the 3 opposite to her.

She landed on a roof and straightened her dress, looking up at the 4, she started off in the opposite direction the others right on her tail. The roofs were all at the same level, making it easy for her to jump from one to another.

As she ran, she came to a screeching halt at the distance between the building she was on and the next one. She looked back at the 4 chasers and then ahead, making up her mind as she took off her heels, backed away a little and broke into a sprint.

Nearing the edge, she jumped off and landed on the other's roof with a thud. Her chasers however were not far behind at all. Looking back she saw two of them nearing her.

She looked down at the road below, her mind racing, planning to lose at least two of them. She made a quick plan and charged towards the edge, portraying as if she would jump off but instead just as the two guys neared her she skidded out of the way making them fall.

Smiling in triumph she waved goodbye at the two, who were clutching their knees in pain. The other two men were still on her tail.

She scanned her surroundings as she ran from them, bullets were now being fired in her direction making her duck and trip to escape them.

Finally, her eyes landed on a construction site which was at a great height. If she could lead them there and jump off that roof..... it was worth a shot. She threw her heels up and jumped to grab the ledge of the window to pull herself up.

She climbed the stairs to reach the top of the under-construction building, grabbed her heels and just as she reached the edge the other two men aimed their guns at her.

She looked between the two and raised her hands in surrender while taking discrete steps backward, nearing the edge.

She looked back to see the distance left and if she could jump. She had reached the edge. She looked at the men and smirked,

"Later morons."

She saluted and jumped.

The men ran towards the edge and glanced down. She dusted dirt off her dress and looked up as she asked through her hands, pointing her finger down and raising her eyebrows in question

Won't you come down?

She taunted, when she received no response, she waved them off as she started going nowhere in particular but away from them. But what even she did not know was that her fate was about to be intertwined with another one very soon.

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Peter drove his car in peace as he neared the restaurant where his date was supposed to be, parked the car and opened the door.

The place was cozy, the chimes jingled because of the wind when he opened the door. Peter approached the reception desk.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?" The man asked

"Hi, I'm Peter, I-" He faltered, suddenly feeling red in the face when the man completed his sentence.

"-Have come here to meet Ms. Liz Toomes. Right?" He smiled.

"Yes, um how did you know?" Peter asked, confused.

"We have a tie-up with MatchMaker.com, please have a seat." He explained, leading him towards a vacant table for two people.

"If you need anything, I'm right here and we have some hobbies and interests of Ms Liz, you can have a look at them to know her better." The man said, signaling towards a laminated pyramid at the edge of the table.

Peter thanked him and glanced at the list. He was excited to meet Liz, they had a lot in common.

Peter sat and waited in patience for his date to arrive but seconds, minutes and hours passed but no one had showed up after him. He sat there, upset. As he slouched in his seat glancing at the door again and again.

He thought about leaving but could not bring himself to do so. He wanted to meet her once and gave her the benefit of doubt in his mind.

Whereas a certain (h/c) limped down the stairs of the building into streets of Queens. Night had fallen and the whole market was decorated with lights. Couples stood on the pavements and her hunger knew no limit.

She glanced at restaurants, hoping to find a good one when her eyes went to look at a boy sitting in one of the restaurants, alone. And for a moment there, genuinely, time stopped for her.

He was really pretty, his brown curls sat unrulily on his head looking like a bad attempt to make them stay put, he wore a black tuxedo making him look formal and in authority, his milky white skin was red because of the cold and his hands were covered in fingerless gloves. The sadness in his chocolate eyes made her want to strangle the person who did it to him. A sense of protection washed over her, even though she barely knew him.

She glanced behind her, making sure she wasn't followed. When she was sure of the same she wore her heels, straightened her dress and ran a hand through her hair, as she tried her best to hide her limp.

The chimes jingled when she opened the door, Peter's whole face lit up as he saw the girl enter the restaurant. She had to be her.

He stood up in greeting his "date" , smiled and waved. The girl looked at him in confusion and astonishment being caught off-guard but quickly masked her emotions and decided to play along nonetheless as she raised her eyebrows, smiled and waved back.

She approached him as the boy asked "Liz?" still smiling.

"Hey. And that's me." she said without missing a beat, assuming this guy was on a blind date.

"Peter." He introduced himself. "Nice to meet you" 'Liz' said.

"You're very late," he remarked, trying to sound as polite as he could.

"And you're very good-looking." She promptly said looking at Peter who smiled and cursed himself for blushing so easily.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so late. Please, sit." She apologized and Peter pulled out a chair for her and sat down himself.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Peter decided to say something, "So, have you done this before?" He asked.

"What?" The girl answered but when she saw Peter raise his eyebrows at her, she answered her own question.

"In a restaurant, with a handsome man?" She said.

"Yes, once or twice." She answered looking at him expectantly, hoping it satisfied him

Peter smiled at her, she was gorgeous in his opinion, the yellow bodycon hugged her body beautifully, highlighting her curves. Her (h/c) hair gleamed in the moonlight and was a little messy but Peter couldn't care less. Her (e/c) eyes were looking at him but he felt comfortable in her gaze. He felt home.

He shook his head and said, "online dating." When Liz looked at him expectantly he explained further, "MatchMaker.com?" He said.

"Match, Maker.com '' She said in pauses. Her eyes travelled to the laminated pyramid where it was written

MᴀᴛᴄʜMᴀᴋᴇʀ.ᴄᴏᴍ

𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗥

𝘏𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴:

𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨

smiling in amusement and understanding, she shook her head "No, it's my first time doing this."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, he said, "I haven't done this before either."

"So, what made you choose me?" He asked. To his surprise Liz just scoffed as he was joking, but catching his serious expression, she answered,

"Really?" She started increadously "Why wouldn't I. I mean, look at you." She complimented, gesturing towards his face. Peter flushed again, overwhelmed.

"But I did not post my picture." He added, confused.

The girl mentally slapped herself and paused for a moment thinking for an excuse, "Yes, of course. Uh, but the way you described yourself, so beautifully. I could not decline it." She lied.

"But i just wrote two words, Bank receptionist." He said, becoming sceptical.

The girl's eyes widened the tiniest bit, her mental gears working at top speed to form a convincing reason. "Exactly. You see, there is a story behind these two words,"

"What story?"

"My grandpa's story." She started.

"My grandfather was a receptionist too. He made a living by attending calls at the bank and single-handedly, raised all of us. One day, after transferring his last call, he passed away." She cooked up a story and made her voice crack in the end so that it was convincing enough.

"I am so sorry." Peter said in sympathy, feeling sad for the girl in front of him.

"No, no. It's fine, it's ok." She said, sniffing.

"What would you like to drink?" She asked him, but before he could respond, a waiter tripped and dropped the wine bottle and glasses on them. Peter waited for an impact but it never came, opening his eyes, he saw 'Liz' had caught the three things and was smiling warmly at him.

"Some wine?" She offered.

༆ 𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦, 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗚𝗢

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The employees of the AIQ worked tirelessly, their whole attention and time being invested in trying to get a lead on the Tesseract thief after her photo had spread out in the media.

Natasha Romanoff, the chief inspector of the case scanned the hologram with narrowed eyes as her boss, Nick Fury stood behind her, zooming in and out of the photo sent from the Queens police department from Boulis cafe.

With one last close look she glanced back and nodded curtly saying one word and nothing more.

"Queens."

[jueunnn]

𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 : ̗̀➛ twelve. soobin, the angel, at your service <3

warnings ; the f word once, i think this is my record of least swear words in a chapter😭

the first bell signalling the start of the school day rang just as you set foot into the large building, your breakfast bagel held between your lips as your hands hurried to tie your hair back into a quick bun. with your mind occupied trying to keep your breakfast safely in your mouth whilst tying your hair as quickly as possible, you didn't notice beomgyu running up to walk beside you until he plucked the bagel out of your mouth, letting out a satisfied hum after taking a small bite.

"beomgyu! my bagel??" you said incredulously, snatching it back and stuffing the rest of it into your mouth before he could eat any more of it. beomgyu pouted playfully. "no good morning or anything? didn't peg you as the rude type, y/n."

"you're the one who commited petty thievery first, okay?? i don't greet criminals, thief." you retorted with your mouth still half full, quickening your pace to walk past him in attempt to conceal the small smile beginning to play on your lips. beomgyu groaned, jogging slightly to catch up to you. "oh, so now we're being discriminatory?" he protested and grabbed your arm gently. "i'll have you know that-"

confused as to why beomgyu had suddenly stopped mid-sentence, you looked up at him to see his widened eyes fixed on the end of the corridor, before he grasped your arm even tighter and dragged you into the nearest empty room. which just so happened to be the very cramped, very tiny storage closet. the door slammed shut behind you.

"what the hell are you doing, beomgyu?!" you hissed, turning in his direction to find his face mere inches from yours.

"wait, i'll explain, just... chill." beomgyu attempted to soothe your temper, a well practised hand tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. you gulped inaudibly and prayed to God that it was too dark in there for him to have seen.

"so, uh, i was just thinking." he began, a hint of nervousness edging his voice, "maybe it would be better if we kept us kinda... secret? to taehyun and yeonjun? they were coming towards us just now in the halls, figured this was the quickest way to hide."

you squinted at him, drawing back from the hand still playing with your hair. "what do you mean us, beomgyu? we're not dating. be more specific."

"y/n, we literally went on a date yesterday. don't play dumb."

"so you're not gonna up and leave me this time?" you pressed.

beomgyu's eyes shifted away from yours uncomfortably, tongue moving to poke the side of his mouth. "never meant to." his brown eyes flitted back to meet yours again. "just trust me, y/n. don't you feel like i've changed, too?"

this time it was your turn to break eye contact. "maybe... a little."

you heard beomgyu chuckle before his hand lifted your chin to look at him. he was definitely way too close for you to breathe properly, the dim lighting of the space only serving to emphasize the sharp lines of his face. why was it getting so hard to think? "so you agree then? no yeonjun or taehyun fucking us up?" he breathed. you nodded as though in a trance.

the corners of beomgyu's mouth perked up, seemingly satisfied by your answer.

"good choice, pretty."

𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 ; in which kim y/n is severely infatuated with notoriously flirty choi beomgyu, to her absolute rage. getting over a year long crush isn't going to be easy- but you bet your ass she's going to try. choi beomgyu himself, on the other hand, has very different plans. he's gonna try his very damn best to get the girl.

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[luthienne]

I love your poem compilations. I was inspired by your friendship one from a request, and was wondering if you could make one about coffee? Xoxoxo

“I want the aroma of coffee. I want nothing more than the aroma of coffee. And I want nothing more from the passing days than the aroma of coffee. The aroma of coffee so I can hold myself together, stand on my feet, and be transformed from something that crawls, into a human being. The aroma of coffee so I can stand my share of this dawn up on its feet. So that we can go together, this day and I, down into the street in search of another place.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

“But this morning, a kind day has descended, from nowhere, / and making coffee in the usual day, measuring grounds / with the wooden spoon, I remembered, / this is how things happen, cup by cup, familiar gesture / after gesture, / what else can we know of safety / or of fruitfulness?”

— Marie Howe, from The Good Thief: Poems; “From Nowhere”

“I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very happy lately, just wallowing in it selfishly, knowing it will not last very long, which is all the more reason to enjoy it now.”

— Tennessee Williams, in a letter to Donald Windham, c. July 1943

— Magi Batet Balcells, 2008, Still Life, Percolator

“She’ll order a cup of coffee, a cup of strong, fragrant coffee. Ah, how beautiful and enchanting everything is.”

— Clarice Lispector, from Complete Stories; “The Escape”

“This morning, with her, having coffee.”

— Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise

“She’s passionate in a doomed way; passionate about these tiny moments of routine she’s still managing to enjoy. Passionate about her morning coffee or the way she climbs the stairs. Yet one can clearly see that the light’s been taken out of her and she doesn’t want to get back to it. She can’t allow herself that love or openness because there’s too much pain.”

— Juliette Binoche, on her role in Krzysztof Kieslowski’s Bleu: Trois Couleurs

— Thor Wickstrom, Coffee and Bagel, New York Breakfast

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.”

— J.D. Salinger, A Boy in France

[gointothevvater]

Promises, Promises

It’s always a good time to post Magnus x St. Cecilia! 🖤

.

"Is that my jacket?"

It surely was. It was way too big on St. Cecilia, but Magnus found he didn't mind at all. He liked seeing her in his clothes. She had gone out to grab breakfast from one of the nearby cafés, and had apparently grabbed his jacket instead of her own. "Yeah," she said, grinning and unrepentant. It was cute.

"Didn't even ask," Magnus muttered, shaking his head and smiling as he rose from the plush sofa. "Little thief."

"You love me, though," St. Cecilia purred, putting a little brown paper bag on the table near the front door as she toed off her ridiculous heels. She was several inches shorter without them.

She slipped the jacket off next, and Magnus pointed out, "You're not supposed to wear a shirt under it."

"I'd get arrested for indecent exposure," St. Cecilia said. She'd been arrested for it before, he knew, but the teasing tone of her voice made it clear she didn't mind. Did she even know the meaning of shame? He doubted it. It was refreshing, really.

Magnus stole a kiss, then promptly stole the bag of breakfast. Probably bagels, he thought as he lifted it high over his head to where she couldn't reach.

"And you called me a thief?" St. Cecilia laughed, one hand taking hold of his hip, the other making fruitless grabs for the bag. Even in her heels, she wouldn't have been able to reach it. "I won't steal your jacket again, I promise!"

"Don't think I believe you," Magnus murmured, his free arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. "You're gonna do it again, and we both know it."

"If I do," she said, "I'll let you kiss me."

"I can kiss you whenever I want anyway."

St. Cecilia pouted, then beamed. She pressed herself closer to him and purred, her voice low and soft and sending shivers down his spine, "I'll let you be on top."

Magnus thought it over, then slowly lowered the bag. She was quick to snatch it away and run it into the kitchen, cackling in victory as she went. He called after her, "You promise?"

[amayawolfe]

100 Followers Event Request #3

Ok, so, since I haven't requested anything anywhere in quite a while...how about Chrollo (of course 😂) with 14. "Quick! Catch that cat, it stole my wallet!"? I hope I remembered that well.

I just saw Chrollo and stealing and I love the idea of someone/something stealing from a thief 😂

Thank you and congratulations on 100 followers again and here's to more 🥰🥳

Take your time and take care of yourself! 🤗💕

Requested by: @to-move-on-means-to-grow

Prompt Sentence: (will appear in bold)

14. "Quick! Catch that cat, it stole my wallet!"

Character(s): Chrollo (also including Shalnark and Pakunoda)

And here.. we.. go! Lol, last request of the event. Yeah, only three requests in total. But you know what? It was fun!! I think I will hold another at 250 followers. And I bet I won’t be so nervous next time!

I hope you like it, Bomi! This one was a lot of fun and made me smile and giggle as I wrote it. ^_^ Hope you’re doing well!

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  In a lively city to the east of Yorknew, the late morning sun shined down brightly upon the occupants below. People of all shapes and sizes bustled about, seemingly always in a rush to reach their next destination. So much commotion made the world appear to pass time in a blur. All except for three individuals casually sitting at a table just outside a little café.

  However, these individuals were no ordinary people. They were, infact, members of the ever feared and notorious Phantom Troupe. Considered to be A rank bounties for those that dared to seek them out. A fact hard to believe for those that happened to glance their way. For at that moment, they appeared to be just as normal and average as everyone else.

  Shalnark was smiling and busily tapped away at his phone, occasionally taking bites out of his chocolate chip bagel with raspberry cream cheese. Having already finished her egg and bacon croissant sandwich, Pakunoda sat with her eyes closed and hands lightly wrapped around her coffee cup. The liquid inside was solid black; unlike Shalnark’s, which had turned a faded tan thanks to all the cream and sugar.

  Lastly, Chrollo Lucilfer, head of the spiders, was relaxed back in his chair with legs comfortably crossed one over the other. The latest book to catch his interest in one hand, a cup of earl grey tea in the other. 

  To any passerby, the three merely looked like a trio of friends enjoying one another’s company for a late breakfast. In all fairness, anyone assuming as such would not have been too far off the mark. 

  Shalnark popped the last bite of his bagel into his mouth and chewed contentedly. He then glanced down at the table and realized Chrollo had only taken a few bites out of his everything bagel with plain cream cheese, smoked salmon and capers.

  “You really should eat the rest of your breakfast, boss,” he remarked kindly, “Never know when we’re going to be able to have another relaxing meal like this. Not with the days we have planned ahead.”

  “And you really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full, Shal,” Pakunoda scolded, only opening her eyes part way to look in her compatriot’s direction.

  Shalnark smiled awkwardly and swallowed what was left in his mouth.

  “Oh, sorry about that,” he laughed lightly.

  Having heard the conversation, Chrollo took a deep breath as surfaced from the depths of the novel in hand. He looked down at his unfinished meal with an unreadable expression.

  “Mmm,” he hummed, “I suppose I just don’t have much of an appetite this morning.”

  A sudden loud “meow” from below the table level caught Chrollo’s attention. He looked down and saw a large, orange tabby cat looking back at him. 

  “Hello there,” his voice was kind. He smiled down at the feline. It then rubbed it’s body against his leg, looked up at him and meowed again. Chrollo chuckled.

  “Are you hungry? Perhaps you have more of an appetite than I do.”

  He brushed the capers off his smoked salmon and picked it up off the bagel with his fingers. He then handed it down to the tabby who took it hungrily.

  “That was kind of you,” came a familiar voice. Chrollo looked up to see the lady that had been waiting on them. 

  “Would any of you like anything else? Or any refills?” the waitress offered.

  “No, we should be heading out soon, thank you. Could I have the bill, please?”

  “Of course.” The waitress ripped their ticket from the pad of paper and placed it face down on the table. “Take your time, no rush.” 

  As Chrollo pulled out his wallet, the tabby cat, who had finished it’s small meal, meowed at the man who had fed it; it wanted more.

  He looked at the feline once more and only offered a small smile, “Sorry my little friend, but I have nothing more for you.”

  Now, one may think it’s strange that this man, who was the head of a band of thieves, would actually pay for his and his friends’ meal. Truth was, Chrollo had a soft spot for little mom and pop shops like this cafe. They often struggled to make ends meet while big hot shot corporations had it easy; often stealing customers from businesses like these.

  The spider boss left the money for the bill, plus a generous sum for the kind and attractive waitress. 

  And then, one of the craziest things Chrollo had ever experienced happened to him. The orange tabby that had still been begging for more food jumped up onto Chrollo’s lap, snagged his wallet out of his hands, then took off at a dead run.

  Stunned, Chrollo jumped to his feet and spun around, frantically searching for the cat burglar.

  “Boss?” Pakunoda questioned, she and Shalnark had not seen what happened. Just then, Chrollo spotted a furry flash of orange off in the distance down the busy street.  “Quick! Catch that cat, it stole my wallet!” he shouted as he took off after the feline.

  “W-wait, what?” Shalnark questioned, confused. He looked over at Pakunoda who now stood, looking after their boss in confusion. She exchanged looks with her comrade and the two of them booked it after Chrollo.

  “Why would a cat steal a wallet?” Shalnark pondered aloud, “Do you think it’s being controlled by another manipulator?”

  “Possibly,” Pakunoda answered, “That or it’s because the boss’s wallet smelled like salmon sincehe touched his wallet with the same hand he touched the fish.”

  Shalnark thought this over, and laughed.

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Thank you all so much once again for participating. I now plan to either return to writing my fanfic story for Hunter x Hunter (Bubblegum Blood) or maybe I will write some lemons for Chrollo and Illumi. Especially since I already wrote one for Hisoka, lol. Take care everyone! 

[rosethreeart]

hey i like your pacific rim au. hand it over /j if you wanna talk more about it im all ears

Fufusjsns thank you!

Philza used to co-pilot with his son Wilbur but during a level 5 attack he got killed so he had to single pilot the jeager with his dead/dying son right next to him :)

Fundy grew up in the base and is dealing with pressures to be like his parents (sally used to drift with will but she died too) and grandfather but Philza won’t even let him near one of the damn things

Ranboo IS a kaiju but he was created to be copy of humans. Something went wrong in the process and he has no memory of his infiltration mission or anything before washing on shore of the base

They know there is something funky going on with him but they just think he was another experiment like techno

Philza found techno when he was a new recruit and it was one of his first missions. He was told not to go in there and explore but he thought he heard something and he ended up finding techno who was practically permanently drifting with a secondary kaiju brain

Techno got kaiju brain rot :)

Philza: what do you want to eat, mate?

Techno: a bagel

Kaiju brain: No!!!human flesh!!!

Techno: make that two bagels

Tubbo was taken in by Schlatt and was forced to work for him since he was little. He would make single pilot jaegers and other weaponry

He got rescued when the government broke in to shut down their operations

Tommy was a little street thief that Wilbur saw potential in. He was right he’s very talented! He just doesn’t get along with most other people so it’s hard to find people who are drift compatible with him

Bad is part of a cult that worships kaijus and is currently taking care of at LEAST a level 5 egg

[louiseleblancdiggory]

"Is that my hoodie?" "Most definitely not!" for Rowaelin! Love your writing! ❤

Thank you!! This is a small scene but it’s how two of my friends started dating and I think is so cute! Hope you enjoy

Stolen clothes

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Rowan’s best friend was the heaviest sleeper he had ever met.

Fully waking Aelin up in the morning was a battle itself, and then dealing with her ten minutes of bad humor was another. For the latter, Rowan would always bring her coffee and a bagel dripping with cream cheese. For the other one…

“Fucking asshole!” A very sleepy Aelin screamed, trying to hit Rowan as he threw himself at her. “Stop waking me up like this!”

He was laying on top of her, his back crushing her down against the mattress. It was the most effective way of waking up Aelin, he had discovered after dozens of mornings trying different methods.

“Good morning, sunshine. How was your sleep?”

“You hulking brute, get off!” She tried to arch her body, but Rowan was twice her size and weight. Laughing, he sat on the bed. She sat seconds later, punching him on the throat.

Aelin’s laugh sounded as Rowan coughed. “Was that necessary?” He said, gulping down air.

“You almost crushed me, dickwad. Of course it was necessary.” She was saying as she tried to comb down her hair. The golden waves looked tangled, and Rowan almost reached forward to help her. When they were younger, he would have done so without hesitation, but now he was really trying to not get touchy with her.

Because touching her hair would make him want to be the one tangling it, and Aelin had never showed any indication of having any feelings other than friendship towards Rowan.

Much to his deep, deep disappointment.

He bit his tongue, willing to take any inappropriate thoughts about his best friend off of his head. It had become worse and worse the last few months. Rowan caught himself thinking more about her, finding ways to spend more time with her… Basically do anything that would involve him and her.

He looked back at her, eyes trailing her beautiful face, long neck and…

“Is that my hoodie?” He said, eyes narrowing.

“Most definitely not!” Aelin replied too quickly, pulling the covers up as her cheeks became a bright pink.

Rowan felt his mouth pulling into a smile. “No? You just happen to have a hoodie from the hockey team I like, in my size, exactly like the one I have been looking for weeks now? The one I even asked you about?”

“Yes.” She said simply, the pink in her cheeks deepening.

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.” His mouth now showed a huge smile he couldn’t contain. He pulled the covers until he could see the hoodie. “You sleep in my clothes?”

“Stop.” She grunted, pulling the hem of the hoodie down. It touched her mid-thigh, and Rowan’s eyes lingered there a second too long before his eyes snapped back to her face.

“Do you have more of my conveniently lost clothes that you use to sleep?” He asked slowly, his cheeks hurting from smiling. When the blush on her cheeks went from pink to red, Rowan laughed, getting up. “Where?”

“Fuck off.”

“Where do you keep them, Ace?” He said, going to her wardrobe. Rowan knew Ace like no one knew, and he had an idea how she organized her clothes. “Do you have a whole drawer of just clothes you stole from me?” He asked incredulous as he opened a drawer and saw a bunch of his shirts and another hoodie. Most of them were clothes he wore at home or whenever he went to her house, nothing too fancy, just comfortable.

“You left them here. I only keep them.” She raised her chin despite her face being so red. “Finders keepers.”

Rowan laughed again. “You thief.”

“We are best friends, Rowan. By right it’s not your clothes, it’s our clothes.” A smile finally started blooming on her lips, the red on her cheeks fading. Aelin was never embarrassed for long periods of time around Rowan. “You snoop.”

“I loved some of these shirts.”

“If you loved them, you wouldn’t have lost them.” She replied, getting up and walking to him. Without her usual heels, Aelin’s head barely reached his shoulder. She brushed her side against his, and Rowan was slightly confused. Aelin had a bunch of space to avoid touching him and she wasn’t really a clumsy person. “They are comfortable to sleep, ok?”

“So you do sleep in my clothes.” He smiled again and a faint blush returned to her cheeks.

“Our clothes.”

“Does that mean I get to wear your pretty silk nightgowns?” He asked, wanting to make the blush leave her face again. As much as they liked teasing around, Rowan didn’t want Aelin thinking he was pissed at her for getting a few shirts from him.

“I think the red one would bring out the green in your eyes.” It worked, and Aelin looked up, grinning at him.

Her face… He was so fucking screwed.

“Would it now? A shame we can’t check that since I would rip the thing just by trying to step inside of it.”

Aelin eyed his body slowly, and Rowan felt a little self conscious for the first time in his life. He had never had confidence problems, but as Aelin analyzed him so closely his heart was beating faster inside his chest. He was pathetically hoping that she would like what she saw. When her eyes went back to his face, she only said a soft, “Yeah.”

Faking a cough, Rowan turned back to the drawer as the silence got a bit awkward. He wanted to kiss her. Maybe he should, now. She hadn’t look disgusted by him, maybe even little appreciative. If he went to kiss her and she dodged, he would come up with an excuse, a lie to explain that he wasn’t actually gonna kiss her.

“The hoodie is my favorite.” She said, running her hands through the shirts inside. Whatever look Rowan had on his face made her frown jokingly. “You want me to pay you for the shirts or something, Whitethorn?”

He should do it now. It was an opening. She was looking up at him, lips slightly parted and a crease between her brows. “You’re broke as fuck after the amount of books you bought two days ago, Galathynius.”

And there went his chance.

She took a step back and snorted, closing the drawer. She walked back to her bed and sat with her legs crossed. “They’re good books.”

“I bet they are.” He snorted, going to sit by her side. She was eyeing him strangely, the crease between her brows deepening. “So unless you can make money appear like magic, you can’t really pay—“

Rowan was completely shocked when Aelin’s hands abruptly went to cup his face, one of her legs almost straddling his lap. She knelt on the bed, bringing her face down to kiss him. Aelin’s lips against his were soft, warm and sweet, and Rowan wanted to sigh in absolute content as they moved hesitantly against his.

He only realized he hadn’t kissed her back when she pulled back, hands still on his face and eyes wide. “Shit. Shit. I’m sorry, Ro. Just forget I—“

Before she could finish blabbering excuses, Rowan’s hands went for her waist and back of her head, pulling her back to him. Aelin sighed in relief and content as Rowan kissed her, his lips moving as lovingly as hers had against his mouth. He eased Aelin gently on his lap, her arms hugging him by the neck.

Kissing Aelin was ten times better than anything he could have had imagined. He tangled his fingers in her hair as he wanted to do earlier. Having her body pressed against his, her mouth moving against his was pure heaven. Aelin was sweet and warm, and the little sighs of happiness she let out from time to time made Rowan’s heart want to burst out of his chest.

Rowan smiled against her mouth, completely ecstatic about finally kissing his best friend.

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