One-For-the-Money

Unexpected Turns Pt.1 (Peter Parker x reader)

Summary: Having abilities like Mystique( also with super strength and the ability to create something with her cells ) and also being best friends with Peter, Ned, and Michelle. With your ability you begin to rob banks and steal from the rich but one night as you were stealing money from a bank Spider-man i guess you can say “Saves the day”?

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Listening to Peter and Ned talk about star wars was giving me a headache. I mean I do enjoy it but when someones talking about it constantly just makes me want to rip my hair out. Yes guys, I get it you like Star Wars now lets talk about something else. I raise my eyebrows as Peter and Ned start whispering to one another.

“What’cha being all secretive about?” I ask, making Peter and Ned stop instantly.

“The spanish quiz” Peter blurts out before Ned got the chance to. I just furrowed my eyebrows at his outburst and shook my head.

“Yeah im sure” I winked at them before packing up my bag. Peter just rubbed the back of his neck and Ned just started smiling.

“Okay so study group at Peters tonight? Michelle you coming?” I ask everyone as I was getting up to throw my tray of food away. 

“Not tonight” Peter said. “I have my internship, im sorry guys but can we do this tomorrow??”

Michelle just answered with ‘Whatever’ and Ned just said ‘yeah’. Peter and Ned looked at me waiting for an answer. I mean if thats the case I can go do something tonight.

“Yeah sure, im down.” I shrugged. “Welp we have class to attend, so see you guys later!” I said before grabbing my backpack and continued with throwing my trash away. I heard a chorus of ‘okays’ and ‘Byes’.

~Skip to night time~

I feel nervous and excited at the same time. I am currently on a roof top over looking the bank. A man was still in there but it looks like he is just locking up, which means its almost breaking in time for me. I wait until all the lights are off and the man has left to change into a muscular man wearing a skii mask. I slowly slide down the pole that was attached to the building and made my way into the bank. In order to open the door you must have a card or finger print activation and well since I don’t have a card, I changed my finger print into the man who locked up the place. I rested my finger onto the scanner and DING!. This is way to easy. I slowly slide in side walking to the large safe where yet again you need a card or Finger print activation. Seriously, this is way to easy. Carefully walking into the holder, I grab a generous amount of money and put it into my Leather jacket, since I didn’t really want to bring a bag. There is a reason for me not grabbing all the money. Im not THAT bad of a person, just trying to pay the bills and feed me and my grandpa. But anyway, once I was out of the safe and turned to close it a web stuck my hand to the safes handle. I whipped my head around before seeing Spider-Man hanging upside down from his web. This motherfuc-

“Wow you’re pretty sneaky for a big old man, apparently not smart but very sneaky!” The Spider-dick said before pinning me against the safes door with his damn Webs. All I did was smirk before ripping the webbing away from me. I turned to look back at him and saw that his eyes were wide. 

“H-how did you do that?” He asked, jumping down from his web he was just hanging on. I just shrugged and bolted towards the door. Know things were going to get fun. As I reached the door I felt him kick my side, knocking me down. I slowly transformed my body into him. Well if he was shocked then, wait until now. His eyes just got even wider if possible. Before he had the chance to say or do anything I webbed him to the wall behind him. But because of his super strength, he got out of there pretty quickly. 

“How di- What just hap- THIS IS SO COOL” He whispered screamed to no one in particular. 

“Well thank you” I smirked. 

“How do you sound like me?!?!?” He yelled, still shocked.

“Ya know youre not the only one with abilities? right?” I said with my hand on my hip. This was getting annoying. I have school in like 7 hours and I just really want to get back home. As he was about to say something else I webbed him to the wall again but this time made sure he was stuck there for a good few seconds. Without looking at him I ran out the door and ran into the ally way before changing back into my self, with my money in my rather large sweatshirt. As I was walked out Spider-Man appeared in front of me, pushing me against the wall. He narrowed his eyes at me and I just stood there shocked. Does he know its me?

“(Y/n)?” He whispered to himself. I was about to ask him how he knew my name but he let me go and moved a few steps back. 

“Sorry ma’am, thought you were someone else” He said. Before I can say anything he asked me a question.

“Why are you in an allyway at night?”

 “I was on my way home from the library and I saw a cat.”I gushed. My cheeks turning darker. He seemed to chuckle at that response. We just looked at one another until he finally spoke up. 

“Let me take you home.” Was all he said before walking up to me and grabbing my waist. Before I could protest, we were swinging to my complex. Not even 5 minutes later we landed on the fire escape by my window. 

“Thank you” I stood there with shock still written all over my face.

“Yeah don’t mention it” He whispered. Wait, how did he know where I lived? Before I could ask he was already swinging from building to building.

Did that really just happen? Spider-Man tried to stop me and then he swung me home??? Does that make any sense?? I opened up my window before climbing into my room. I walked over to my closet where a small safe was hidden and put the money in there. I crept down the hall to see my Grandpa had fallen asleep in front of the tv again. I smiled sadly before putting a blanket over him and turned off the tv. I really don’t like taking money from other people, well unless they have to much of it then i really don’t mind, but with a job it would take longer and since I have this ability, its so much easier and quicker. I walked back to my room and jumped onto my bed. Thinking now, I wont have to rob anyone until next month when the rent is almost due. 


A/n:SORRY THIS SUCKS! This is my first fanfic and I have school soon and im tired and I just want to get this over with cause i just want to read some Spider-Man fanfic myself because im desperate. Inbox me if you have any ideas! Thank you guys for reading.

@lbwings said: I feel like dropping this here because a ‘certain character’ might make use of it: recently popular net-news- A BLACK chicken that lays black eggs and meat is black. (This concludes our random might-be-character useful news thought.)


Meet Jet’s kinda-pet chicken, Morticia (He’s an Addam’s family fan and general fan of the occult, dread and spooky), an Ayam Cemani chicken that is all black, produces black eggs, and is hella expensive. He discovered them during his travels through Remnant during his 2-year huntsman period of his life and knew he’d be back to purchase one.

Using the money from his hunting jobs, he bought land in Vacuo and built himself a decent sized cottage for himself, his gardens and any livestock if he so chose to keep some. Then he recalls the Ayam Cemani and purchases one for himself along with some Buff Orpington’s and Sussex’s.

Jet builds a little chicken coup on his secluded and vast property for his small brood of hens so that he has fresh, high quality eggs any day of the week.

He’s thinking of getting a rooster here soon, but until then he loves petting and holding her from time to time.

Of the million things I’m so thankful for during the secret session, this is one of them. Money is really tight because I’m in college so it means the world to me to be able to have merch for this album! Thank you so much Taylor you really go above and beyond for fans ❤️

in riften i just heqrd someone give one of the poor npcs some money and say ‘get some food and stay away from the Bee and Barb for a change’ but like… thats incoherent in the game space provided by the developers? not only does the bee and barb sell food but it’s also the only place in riften that does? unless you count the lady selling raw meat which i dont know how you expect this dude to cook

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Escape the Fate - One For The Money

So this is my fusion with a series of books by Janet Evanovich featuring the character of Stephanie Plum. This was supposed to be for AU week but whenever I try doing things in advance I need to post them straight away (I have no sense of control). Also this is a belated birthday present for the gorgeous Miranda @livingdeadblondequeen Hope you like it! Thanks Jo @fanfantasticworld for the gorgeous cover!

After catching her husband cheating and losing her job, Caroline finds herself back in the old neighbourhood and needing some form of income. When she finds out someone from her past has skipped out on his bail she decides becoming a bounty hunter and tracking him down is a great idea.  

One for the Money

The fumes from the garbage bin were putrid and as much as Caroline Forbes wanted to be as far away from the stench as possible, she had to find her damn car keys. She decided that this was most definitely her lowest point which was saying a lot given she’d caught her husband cheating with her high school nemesis and lost her job all in the past three months.

She felt something slimy come into contact with her hand and screamed, retreating quickly from the bin.  She noticed a piece of soggy lettuce stuck to her hand and shook her arm furiously attempting to dislodge the stray – and well past its expiry date - vegetable. Maybe she didn’t need her car that badly.

“And here I thought you were being melodramatic when you complained about being broke last week.”

She looked over into the smug face of Lorenzo St John, or Enzo as she liked to use just to annoy him. His reputation as one of the best bounty hunters in North America was legendary, not to mention his cool demeanour and impeccable dress sense. Caroline figured she might have been slightly attracted to him if he wasn’t such a sarcastic, know-it-all with the opposite sexual orientation as herself.  

“Excuse me?”

“Rifling through dumpsters for food,” he motioned to the limp piece of lettuce on the ground. “I’d be more than happy to shout you lunch, darling, but you’ve got to take a shower before I take you out in public.”

“Who says I want to be seen in public with you? Anyway, if you must know, I’m looking for my car keys.”

“I’m not sure I want to know how they ended up in there of all places.”

“It was Mikaelson,” she growled, his surname causing the anger she’d briefly supressed to return with a vengeance. “He threw them in there so I couldn’t follow.”

Enzo let out a deep, throaty laugh, not even bothering to hide his amusement. Just when she thought her day couldn’t get any worse she had to put up with another arrogant Englishman using her for entertainment.

“It’s not funny.”

“On the contrary Caroline, it’s hysterical. I have no idea how you get yourself into these situations but thank you for brightening my day.”

“You’re just as juvenile as him,” she muttered. “If you’re going to stand around making jokes the least you could do is help me.”

“And ruin my $5000 suit,” he scoffed. “Not bloody likely.” Caroline spun on her heel, sick of seeing that judgemental expression that seemed to be permanently etched on his face and continued to gingerly pick through the bin.

“So, how exactly did you let him take your keys?”

“He distracted me,” she mumbled, hoping that the faint scratching sound wasn’t a rat rifling through the dumpster too.

“Did he pull a gun on you or what?” Caroline felt her face flush knowing his distraction techniques were less violent and decidedly more sexual. He’d been using that tactic on her ever since they were kids growing up in the same suburban neighbourhood.  You’d think she would have learned by now.

“Yeah something like that,” she lied.

“What happened to the gun I got you?”

“I left it at home,” she answered, well and truly tired of his incessant questions. She’d be with her nagging mother right now if that’s what she wanted.

“The whole point of being a bounty hunter and having a gun is to use it, Caroline,” he lectured.

“I’m not really the violent type,” she said, catching a flash of metal between a burger wrapper and barely recognisable banana peel. She dived in, too excited by her sudden find to care about the ramifications. Her sense of smell had long since disappeared which was something at least. “Ah ha!” She cried triumphantly, climbing out of the bin slowly and adjusting her fitted, black skirt accordingly.

“Nice work, Oscar. Now, about that gun.”

“I don’t even know how to use one, it would be pretty irresponsible for me to be shooting up the neighbourhood now wouldn’t it?”

“So, you lied to me?”

“No, I just didn’t disclose the full story, there’s a difference.”

“Caroline.”

“Alright, I didn’t want to admit that in front of the guy at the gun store, he was kind of cute,” she offered, albeit feebly.

“Yeah he kind of was so I’ll let it slide this once,” he conceded. “Right, meet me at the shooting range but only after you’ve showered, I might even buy you lunch if you use soap.”

“Hilarious, St John. Although I have a pressing commitment in Mikaelson’s apartment, it was the reason I came here after all.”

“I’m curious darling, how do you plan on getting inside?” He asked, a curious expression crossing his face.  

“Oh, I’ve got this break and enter thing down. You know, I’ve seen a few movies.”

“How about I come with you, just in case.”

“In case of what?”

“We’ll never get inside his apartment today if I have to list all of my concerns, trust me on that,” he grinned, grabbling her arm and steering her towards the front stairs. “Just don’t stand too close to me, you smell really bad.”

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“I think we’re going to need a few more lessons,” Enzo drawled a few hours later, sending a questionable glance over the table at her burger and fries. “And maybe a few healthy eating suggestions while we’re at it.”

“Says the guy eating nothing but air,” she grumbled, gesturing to his rather plain and, not to mention, lonely salad. “I’ll have you know I love calorie laden food and, while we’re at it, my shooting wasn’t that bad. I might not have reached the target but it was my first time.”

“Oh, that I didn’t expect but I hoped you’d at least get somewhere on the paper,” he scoffed.

“Is it your aim in life to make me feel bad about my shortcomings? I’m doing the best I can given my lack of…”

“General bounty hunter attributes?”

“I was going to say lack of experience,” she scowled. “The least you could do is help me out and stop being so negative.”

“Fine,” he sighed, pushing his plate away and crossing his toned arms on the table. “Why exactly do you want this so badly?”

“Fifteen thousand dollars, why do you think?”

“You are so easy to read,” he smiled, knowingly. “Yes, you want the cash but whenever I mention Klaus Mikaelson…”

“Don’t say his name.”

“You do that,” he surmised. “So, what exactly is your problem with the guy? Is it the cop thing because I always assumed women liked a man in uniform?”

“Yeah, a cop that shot someone and then skipped bail, not too sure he’s all that squeaky clean.”

“Klaus Mikaelson may be many things but guilty he’s not, I can smell a set-up a mile away.”

“How do you know?”

“It just doesn’t add up, Mikaelson has been a cop for fifteen years with no prior history. I’m surprised they haven’t given him the keys to the city yet.”

“He may be a good cop but he’s also a womanising and arrogant idiot,” she muttered, shoving a French fry in her mouth in frustration.

The first time she met Klaus Mikaelson was when she was six years-old. He’d teased her mercilessly and then proceeded to behead her favourite Barbie doll just for fun. Then when she was eight he pushed her into a muddy puddle in her favourite dress. At eleven, he told everyone in their class that she had a crush on Alexander Jackson and then at the ripe age of sixteen he took her virginity behind the counter of the video store she worked at after closing. Caroline couldn’t complain about that last one given it wasn’t the worst way to spend a night but he did practically ignore her afterwards like she was just another notch on his belt.

“Oh, do tell?”

“He’s not worth my time or my energy.”

“Yet, here you are chasing him around the neighbourhood for a crime he probably didn’t commit. Did you and he, you know?”

“Why do I suddenly feel transported back to High School?” She scoffed. “You’re always so indifferent but as soon as you sense a whiff of scandal you become a teenage girl.”

“You did! And by the way deflection doesn’t work on me, Forbes. Now this avid thirst for revenge makes so much sense,” he said, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “He had his way with you, then left, and you’re extremely pissed.”

“I’m not pissed, just mildly angry,” she pouted. “Anyway, I already got my revenge this is just an added bonus with an extremely attractive cash prize.”

“Oh really?”

“A few years back, he might have been on the side walk and I just happened to drive by and accidentally put my foot on the accelerator instead of the brake. Poor guy broke his leg in three places.”

“Maybe you do have the balls for this bounty hunter gig after all,” he chuckled. “Pity we didn’t find much at his place earlier.”

“I did find these,” she mentioned, pulling a set of keys from her handbag. Enzo’s eyebrows shot up as he watched her dangling them gleefully in his line of sight. “I thought I might borrow his jeep; you know given he’s getting around in that beat up van these days.”

“And what’s wrong with your car exactly?”

“Have you seen it?” She drawled thinking about her sorry excuse for a vehicle given her money issues. “Anyway, this is more about baiting Mikaelson. The only other thing he loves more than himself is his car and knowing I’m riding around in it will drive him crazy.”

“Crazy enough to come out of hiding?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” she mused, finally feeling the best she had in weeks.

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does anyone else ever struggle with feeling like if you get a windfall, you have to spend it as quickly as possible? like having too much money is bad luck, and will summon ill-fortune to take that money away? as if your car or your house can somehow sense that you have money, and suddenly something will break that costs exactly what you have managed to save

Meant to Be (1)

Meant to Be Masterlist

Pairing: Prince!Bucky X Servant!Reader

Words: 609

Warnings: None yet!

Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.

A/N: I’m still shit at summaries. It’s more interesting I swear. Congrats @sherrybaby14 on your 2K :) :) This is for her 2K Villain Challenge. This’ll probably be a short series. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE.

P.S. I’ll do the tags tomorrow. I’m really tired right now.

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The Anglican Diocese of Sydney (I’m an Anglican, but not in that diocese) donated ONE MILLION DOLLARS to the anti-marriage equality campaign. ONE MILLION DOLLARS. Of money people donate to the church for helping the poor, the sick, the displaced. ONE MILLION DOLLARS. 

I mean, I know the Anglican Church has issue, and I know the Sydney Diocese is the worst in Australia, but ONE MILLION DOLLARS to a campaign that THE MAJORITY OF CHRISTIANS IN AUSTRALIA DISAGREE WITH and that is ENDING IN LESS THAN A FUCKING MONTH!!! WHEN OVER 62 PERCENT OF PEOPLE HAVE ALREADY VOTED!!!

Not only is it morally repulsive, but it’s just fucking stupid!

If I were in the Sydney Diocese I’d fucking riot.

How can these evil, evil men call themselves Christian when they donate a million dollars to a campaign that, hey, guess what? Jesus would disagree with!

FUCK.

The Joker Report

This is for @aeiflegonphoenix  

Request:   Can i request a Joker(J.Leto)x reader, non-con story? The reader is an investigative journalist, who tries to uncover his illegal actions and isn’t afraid to cross the line. Joker is being Joker and he decides to take the matter into his own hands.

The Joker is today’s muse for Kinktober! Combining day 10/11 prompts:  

    Gags | Gun Play

Warnings: Noncon/Rape (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU).  Kinky prompts, smut, oral, gun play, gags, creampie

A/N: Non-cannon (no mention of Harley Quinn).    I labeled the parts that go with the kinktober prompts 

Words: 4k

Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan-is-god @kellyn1604 @roschelesworld @taintedgenre @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @purplemuse89 @blondesouthsquad @buckyscrystalqueen @kawaiirepublic  

Originally posted by bebhemmo


  This was it, your big break.  You spotted Monster T coming through the side door and recognized the gangster right away.  Sources told you the Joker owned this strip club and you had a feeling they were about to be confirmed.  

  “Her Pixie.” The bartender started snapping her fingers at you. “Get these drinks to table five.”

  You tucked the hair on your pink wig behind your ear and lifted up the tray. When you applied for a cocktail waitressing job here you never thought they would hire you, but Mr. Frost looked you up and down and didn’t even make you fill out an application.  Fake names encouraged, everything under the table. It was perfect for you to get the scoop you need.  

  “Hey Doll.” Someone grabbed your ass. “How about a private show?”

  “Not a dancer Sir.” You smiled at him, trying to control the urge to toss the drinks all over him. “Only a server.”

  “I’d love for you to serve me.” He winked.  

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some of the gorgeous and adorable heroaca merch i bought at today’s con!! you can click through for my captions/ramblings. there were so many nice and talented artists! ♥