Crazy

The urgent care section was busy, not that Prism had any idea what a urgent care section usually looked like. But anyway it seemed busy to her. There wasn't a lot for her to do, the nurses were talking with most of the patients, there wasn't anyone that looked like they weren't getting attention. Prism felt a little bad for being disappointed that there was no one to help, but she didn't want to just be sitting there.

Prism glanced around, she then started to walk around and when she turned the corner she saw this teen, maybe seventeen years old sitting by himself with headphones on. It looked like no one was with him, so she walked over and stood beside him. He glanced up but seemed focused on his playlist, Prism could read the room and just stood by him to make sure he was alright while he waited. After a moment, entirely out of curiosity, she glanced at the teens phone to see what song he was listening to. It was a bit of a ego boost to see that this teen was listening to her music, in fact it was her latest song, and even though it was a instrumental version of the song she was still happy. So happy that she decided to try and start a conversation,

"You like my music? Sorry if that comes off as weird, but I'm just happy to meet a fan who isn't a super fan." Prism smile and looked at the teens phone, before looking back at him. He in turn nodded and smiled slightly, but didn't say anything.

"You like to just listen to your music and get into it, right? I get like that too. So imma just sit here and make sure no one comes to bother you while you listen to some great music." Prism nods and pulls out her own phone, she goes to the generic app she uses to listen to music and scrolls until she gets to her songs. That's when she hears him talk for the first time.

"I like that one best, though I prefer the instrumental version. And my name is...Ryan." He said softly and smiled slightly, Prism looked ecstatic.

"Really? I worked hard to find the right chords, do you know about music? Well you must since you have such wonderful taste in music." Prism said with that kinda joking tone you're bestie might use when chatting.

"I'm in music club, I actually play guitar. The D-flat power chord worked nicely with the E-flat minor chord to add this sort of...magic to it. Sorry, I'm geeking out a little." Ryan seemed a little embarrassed about geeking, which Prism noticed and nodded.

"Are you embarrassed about knowing stuff? Cause that ain't something to be embarrassed about, you're smart and know music. That's just something that makes you more interesting, besides I'd love to hear about how you know music." Prism didn't even think about saying the nice thing, it just came out like instinct and she was proud that she said the right thing. Maybe Robert was rubbing off on her with all those motivational speeches.

"Yeah. Thanks, I just get a little insecure sometimes." He was being honest and opening up to Prism a little, and she sat there smiling, offering a listening ear. No sarcastic comments in mind.

"That's natural, some people can be super judgy. But that doesn't reflect on you." Prism nods and glances at his T-shirt, it was a T-shirt with a Michigan high school on it.

"Oh, you're from Michigan? I grew up there. So did you just move here?" She asked as she started to put the dots together, maybe this kid was having trouble fitting in at his new high school.

"Yeah. We moved last month, it's kinda...eh. I guess? I'm not fitting in well, I'm in music club but other than that I feel...I don't know." Ryan sighed and rubbed the back of his head, before glancing at her.

"I see. Well just cause you aren't finding your people yet, doesn't mean you won't find them ever. Chill with music club, they like music and you know music. Maybe join a few other clubs with interests that you have. Ain't nothing wrong with having a small group of friends, just means you get to know them better." Prism smiled wider and reached out and went to pat his shoulder but then stopped when she realized he had a sling on his arm.

"OMG, are you alright?" She internally scolded herself for not noticing that sooner.

"Oh yeah, I'm alright. I just came cause I tried playing the guitar too soon and must've done something to my arm cause it hurt real bad but I'm fine now. The nurses gave me something for the pain and fixed me up. I'm fine really. I dislocated my shoulder last week, I was being stupid." Ryan assures her with a nod and smiles slightly, before he shrugs. Prism raises her eyebrow when he says he dislocated his arm while 'being stupid'.

"Let me guess, you were trying to impress a girl?" Prism smiled knowingly and smiles to herself, before nodding.

"How'd you know?" He asks with a slightly embarrassed smile, but also let out a small laugh.

"You're a teen boy. It isn't that hard." Prism says with a nod and shrugs, that's when she turns and sees a couple with worried expressions on their faces. They must be Ryan's parent's cause the moment they saw him they hurried over and started to pepper him with questions. Prism was about to get up and let them have some privacy when Ryan's mom reached out and gently grabbed her arm.

"You're that hero, Prism is it? Thank you so much for sitting with our son, we were just so worried about him sitting here alone. It means a lot to us." Ryan's mom said with a wide smile, she ignored Ryan's comments about him being able to be alone.

"Oh I...well, you're welcome." Prism smiled and found herself blushing cause not many people had thanked her before, but it's part of being a hero.

"Can we take a picture?" Ryan asked with a small smile as he held his phone out and Prism nodded immediately.

"Of course, meeting fans is always wonderful." Prism took a seat beside Ryan on the hospital bed and handed his phone to his mom, who excitedly took a picture of Prism and Ryan sitting next to each other. For once when Prism posed for a picture with a fan she didn't force a smile.

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<Z-Team volunteers at a Hospital, each member will get their own kinda story. Coupè not included, cause...idk I couldn't come up with something.>

"Okay, everyone shut the fuck up and listen. We're spending all of second shift here at Torrance Memorial Medical Center. Everyone will be assigned to an area, Chase and I will be floating to make sure you guys don't fuck up." Robert said with a nod and allowed Chase to step forward with his clipboard in hand, the elderly looking man adjusted his glasses and started to read out the names.

"Alright, fuck ups. Shut up. Invisigal will be in the pediatrics section-Good, I'm pretty much a child already." Invisigal interuptted with that usual cocky smile on her face, Chase rolled his eyes and continued.

"Didn't I just say to shut up? Anyway, Flambae will be in the burn unit, Waterboy will be in the elderly wing, and Prism you'll be in urgent care." Chase was about to continue but Prism raised her hand, oddly polite of her, and Chase nodded for her to ask her question.

"Urgent care as in people who are in need of urgent medical assistance? I don't know how I'm gonna be able to help." Prism said with a shrug, she seemed to truly want to help but not see how she could. She also was confusing urgent care with the emergency room.

"It's not like. Urgent care is people who need medical attention but it's not life threatening, most the time it's folks who've been waiting for hours to see a doctor. You can certainly help cheer them up, don't worry." Chase somehow held back the urge to be sarcastic, once he clarified what she would be doing she nodded and smiled slightly. Maybe this would give her the opportunity to try out some of her new songs, get some feedback.

"Phenomaman, you'll...you'll be helping the orderlies and nurses in the physical therapy ward. So shut up, do as they say, and don't say any weird shit. We know you're still learning Earth customs but for fucks sake don't be rude. Where was I? Oh, right. Sonar and Malevola, you two will be floating between the urgent care and oncology ward. Golem, ah wait the rocky bastard is still outside. Can't believe the doors at a hospital aren't big enough for him. I'll go out and tell him he's gonna be in the specialized unit for superpower and nonhuman patients." Chase lowered the clip board and nodded, he glanced at Robert who glance back at him. The two then glanced at Z-Team who was still standing there.

"Well get to work!" Chase and Robert said simultaneously, before Chase went outside the hospital to tell Golem his assignment. The rest of Z-Team then started to head out to find where they were supposed to be. Punch Up looked around, not even out of the waiting room and already lost.

"Punch Up, you're going to maternity! The-The pink line! Follow the pink line on the floor!" Robert yelled out to him and sighed, Punch Up then nodded and gave him a thumbs up before following the pink line to the elevator.

"Fuck, this is gonna be a long day." Robert grumbled and walked over to administration to make sure they were clear on which members of Z-Team where going were.

To be continued...

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<This is....a dispatch x reader/dispatch x oc. The fic is mostly in the perspective of the oc. Oc is ex-arms dealer/manufacturer, who turns herself in after something happens. All is revealed in fic, kinda.>

Blonde Blazer stands at the podium. She is about to start the press conference concerning the newest addition to SDN, specifically the Phoenix Program.

"Hello everyone, I know you all have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them in a moment. I realize there is a lot of outrage over our decision on who our newest member is. Let me assure you that we thought long and hard about it, and we believe that Hazel Greenwood deserves this second chance." Blonde Blazer said with a smile, it was small and hesitant. Not cause she didn't mean it, but because she knew what was going to be the reaction of the reporters in attendance. Just as she expected half the room started to shout questions in outrage and the other half seemed at least acceptant of her words.

"How can you let that monster join the SDN? She gunned down forty-eight men in cold blood" One reporter shouted.

"It was justice! Those men were terrorizing the city!" Another reporter yelled back. The room was slowly descending into nothing more than people cursing each other out. Blonde Blazer stood there helplessly, she sighed and walked off the stage. Not a signle reporter noticed her exit.

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On every fucking channel it was either the fotage of be walking outta that building I filled with bullets or the fucking press conference. At some point I just turned the TV off in my workshop and focused on getting the tasers, that had apparently been acting up, working again. Royd was keeping me busy with all the nonlethal shit, which was alright. But it got a little boring since I used to make specialized weapons for a living. Though, I'm not one to complain. Work is work I guess.

"Ho! You done wit those tasers yet?" Royd asked as the big guy just marched into my workshop, didn't even knock. Not that I cared.

"I got a few more to go, why you wanna know?" I asked with a laugh and glanced up at the big guy, he was the kinda guy who could throw hands but was really just a sweetheart.

"Da boss wants ta talk to ya. Probably got somethin' ta do wit that press conference." Royd said as he held his hand out for a fist bump, I sigh and give him a fist bump. Cause were friends...and I choose to ignore the fact he doesn't wash his hands after taking a piss.

"Damnit, alright. Thanks." I turned and walked out of the room, a groan leaving my lips cause I really didn't want to loose this job. One, I don't wanna go to prison. Two, I DON'T want to go to prison. And three, I wanna do better or some bullshit like that.

"Don't worry, bruddah, I'll get these tasers done for ya." Royd said with that nice guy smile he always had o nhis face, he's such a sweetie. As I walk down the hallways anyone who watched the news kept a good amount of space between me and them, so pretty much everyone was keeping their distance. Ugh. I walked into Blonde Blazer's office and see Robert, plus Chase, are waiting for me. Shit.

"Thanks for coming. I assume you saw the press conference, um..it didn't go to plan. I really thought that with time they'd chill out about you being in the Phoenix Program." Blonde Blazer, being the most innocent minded person ever of course thought that. It takes every fiber in my body to not roll my eyes, I walk over to the empty chair and sit down on it.

"Yeah, the press absolutely was gonna calm down after every person in the entire fucking world saw the camera footage of me breaking down the door of some shitty fuckers and mowing down everyone inside. That was definitely going to happen." My voice was laced with sarcasm. Blonde Blazer sighed, she looked disappointed that I had reacted lie that.

"You had a better reason than most assholes. So props, kid. Besides the crew you wiped off the place of the fucking Earth was criminals who did some fucked up shit. Congrats, you're a good little killer." Chase said in that old man, raspy, ass voice of his and gave me a thumbs up.

"Jesus, Chase. We agreed to not mention that. Though, he is kinda right. You killed the bad guys." Blonde Blazer at first looked annoyed with Chase but as she turned and looked at me it shifted to sympathy. Ick.

"You had a...good reason. I mean as much of a good reason to take out forty-eight guys as you can. They used the guns you made, probably sold to them, in a botched burglary that ended in a family of three loosing their lives. No one here-Is this supposed to make me feel better or hate myself more?1" I snapped as I glared at the three of them, I was still not in a talking mood about...that. But you couldn't exactly blame me, my one rule was broken.

Never will a kid be hurt cause of me. Even though it wasn't by my hand, it was by the gun I made. I had that on my conscious. After a moment I lower my head with a sigh and stand up. I didn't look at Blonde Blazer but her voice had a hint of guilt or concern to it.

"We didn't mean to...I'm sorry. It must be hard. If you want to talk I'm here. You aren't being fired." She rushed to say as I walked out of the room, it didn't feel like I deserved to a second chance.

I didn't look back, I just walked solemnly back towards my work shop. But as I walked, I paused at the door to the rec room. After a moment I pushed the door open slowly to see if anyone was inside, the room was empty. I bite my lip and then walk in, I go over to the punching bag and give it a soft punch. Then I give it a harder punch, soon I was punching that thing as hard as I could. I made sure to switch between with fist punches it, I punched the bag until my knuckles feel raw. My breath got labored and a bit of sweat was glistening my forehead, I stepped back and wipe it off with the back of my hand.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself, thats when someone or someones started to clap. I turned around and saw Z-Team standing there, these fuckers had been watching me. Ugh.

"Why don't cha punch somethin' that can punch back?" The little Irishman that went by Punch Up said, a smile on his lips. For some reason he felt like he needed to put an emphasis on the second time he said punch, maybe it was cause his name is Punch Up or cause he's had enough concussions to think that's clever.

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I need inspiration. So please comment or reblog with ideas you might have on shit I could write. Also my requests are open, just comment or message or whatever. Just help me.

Madame, is an ironic name, a very ironic name indeed. The beautiful woman, who went by Madame, was a whorishly beautiful woman. People who knew her were kind and chatty with her, but "normals", they gapped at her. Made lewd comments at her attire, treated her like an object, but when they saw her face they screamed and ran, believing she was a a monster.

She'd often seek comfort in her friends, but when she was particularly down. She'd visit him. 

But this day was a day were she wished to seek his company. A man who was ogling her on the street, called her a monstrous whore, when she removed her mask and showed him her face. 

At the moment she was walking down the street, she had already put her mask on, and she knew she was close to her destination when she heard the chattering and whistling from the common goon. The lackey to many infamous villains, but to her, they were guys. 

"Hey sweetheart you're looking gorgeous today!" 

"Thanks Johnny!" 

"You're as beautiful as ever doll!" 

"Thanks Dave!" 

"I love the shoes!" 

"Thanks Steve!" 

Every goon in Gotham knew her, and they all had a crush on her. Though, none of them had the cahoonas to act on their feelings. They all knew that he would gut them if they even dared hold her hand. Madame stops and decides she wants to talk to Steve. She walk over to him, with a smile on his face. 

"Bitch you look gorgeous today! My god I'd kill for those legs! Mmm!" Steve said, he is an openly gay man and loves designing outfits for the lady villains, at times the male ones too. 

"It looks like he heard you were in town." Steve says as he points to a black and white car, that was waiting for Madame to enter. 

"Well I'll see you later Steve." I wave bye as I walk to the car and get in the back. Steve waves back, he had a smile on his face. Two-face was in the back seat waiting and the moment I closed the door, he started to kiss my neck. he even sucked on my jaw and cheek, he ripped off my mask. He thought I was the most beautiful woman in the world, even with my scar that revealed the bone of my jaw. He then made a line of kisses from the base of my neck to my jaw. Eventually he stopped and looked at me, his eyes were glazed with lust. He then pounced and roughly sucked on my neck, I smile, happy once more. Two-face then pulled me onto his lap, he leaned back and admired me. 

"You're gorgeous." He said while staring into my eyes with a glazed expression. I smile and lean forward, kissing both his cheeks. He snaked his arms around my waist and held me close to him, as if I was something he could not live without. After a while he takes hold of her waist and has her rock back and forth on his lap. I then kiss his cheek, and then start to unbutton his shirt. Two-face then leans farther back, a cocky smirk on his face, enjoying that she wanted to see his chest. Even though he had his burns/scars on his entire left side of his body. 

"Two?" I ask in a quiet tone.

"Yeah, what is it?" He said leaning forward, noticing that I seemed more shy all of a sudden. 

"Am I pretty?" I ask while looking down not wanting to make eye contact with him. Two-face the gently took my chin in his hand and lifted my head so I was looking at him.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world." He said with a small smile on his face, he then leaned forward and kissed my scarred jaw. 

"And if you'd allow me to, I'd love to show you just how much I love yo-your beauty." He did love me but he wasn't sure if he should say it. to me. 

"I'd love for you to do that." I say with a smile, Two-face then pins me to the backseat. He then undid his belt and pulled down his pants. I then wrap my legs around his waist, he then pulled down my panties and gently rubbed his middle finger against my wet folds. He moaned when he felt my folds, his excitement was hard not to notice, the bulge in his pants growing by the second. He pulled his hand back and grabbed the condom from his pocket, he ripped it open and then pushed the condom over his cock. Two-face then gently push his cock into her, she moaned as he did so. She moaned and then gasped when he started to thrust into her faster. The speed then suddenly changed and became such slower. It didn't take her long to realize that Two-face and Harvey were taking turns making love to her. After a bit Two-face decides to pull out of her, neither of them had reached orgasm but that didn't matter to them. All that mattered that both of them felt loved and cared for. Two-face then pulls the condom off and jams it back into the wrapper, He then sat back up and taps the divider glass, which was tinted, letting the driver know that he can drive back to his lair. I laid next to Two-face and had my legs on his lap, he was fiddling with the hem of my dress. We both relaxed in the backseat and drove to his lair. Once there he carries me inside and takes me to his room. He lays me down on his bed and then kisses me on the cheek, before leaving the room and going back to work. I soon after fell asleep, in his bed, thinking of him. 

Sweet-tooth : He had been alone for a long time, well he had Harold (a paper sand-which bag), but it wasn't the same. He longed for someone to love him, for himself. In actuality he really just wanted a girlfriend, but most woman screamed and ran away when they saw him. Well that was until he met Rosie, she didn't fear him, in fact she hugged Sweet-tooth. He hadn't been hugged in a long time. She was kind, caring and loving towards him. She never yelled or tried to attack him.  She was like him, she also wished to be loved, Sweet-tooth was more than willing to love her right. 

At the moment the two where slaughtering a group of butchers, Rosie was gutting one of them with her obsidian knife when she left Sweet-tooth hug her from behind. Her head snapped up and she looked at Sweet-tooth, who was burying his masked face into her neck. He was leaning into her, and purposefully aligned his groin with her ass. He was gently rocking his groin into her slowly, it didn't take her long to figure out what he was doing, she also noticed that there wasn't a gun in his pocket. Rosie tried her best not to moan but she couldn't handle the enchanting sensation of him rubbing his bulge into her encaged puss, and she moaned in pleasure, loud enough for the spirits on the other side to hear. Her sudden outburst made Sweet-tooth chuckle, he then pulled away and adjusted himself. Rosie whimpered and then stood straight, disappointed that Sweet-tooth stopped. Sweet-tooth held out his hand, Rosie gladly accepted it but she pulled her hand back to grab her knife from the corpse, and placed her hand back into his. 

Sweet-tooth then lead her back to his ice cream truck. He then wrapped his arms around her and lifted her onto the of his lip of his truck. He then made sure that she was now lined up perfectly, so he wouldn't have to bend over. Rosie then spread her legs wide enough for him, Sweet-tooth then leaned down and ripped a hole into her pants and then did the same for her panties. Rosie then slapped his hand and shook her head, pretending to be upset. Sweet-tooth caressed her cheek, then undid his belt buckle, and unzipped his pants unleashing his enormous cock. 

He was about to insert it into her beautiful wet puss, when he remembered the condom in his pocket. He then grabs it and tears it open before carefully rolling it onto his cock. He then hooks both his arms under Rosie's knees and hold them up to her chest, he then slowly inserts his cock into her puss. He slowly pushed forward inserting his entire cock into her, she gasped but not in pain, in pleasure. A single tear ran down her cheek, she had a look of ecstasy on her face, she loved this new sensation erupting from her puss. Sweet-tooth waited a second before he started to thrust into her, he wanted for her to be comfortable. After a moment he thrusted deep into her, hitting her walls, making her moan out. Sweet-tooth loved her moans and kept thrusting deep into her, after a few minutes he slowly thrusts faster and harder into her, an erratic melody of grunts and moans fill the air.  Soon both Sweet-tooth and Rosie where enveloped in the feeling of true ecstasy, as well as getting out of breath and sweaty. Rosie was gripping tightly to his shoulders, leaving red marks on him. After a few more minutes of deep, fast, and sloppy thrusting, Rosie finally reaches her climax. She screams out in pleasure feeling a knot build in her stomach,  knowing that soon it would burst, allowing her achieve orgasm. Sweet-tooth was close as well, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep thrusting long before he finished. About six more thrusts and Rosie achieved her long awaited orgasm, she screamed out in pleasure, truly enjoying her wave of ecstasy.  Soon after Sweet-tooth does as well. He continues to thrust until both of their orgasms finished. They then stay in that position for a moment relishing in this glorious feeling. Sweet-tooth then pulled out of her and removed the condom tossing it aside, he then put his pants back on and re-buckled his belt.. He then climbed into the truck and grabbed a blanket, he laid it down, before picking Rosie up and placing her on the blanket. Sweet-tooth kissed her forehead and then sat down next to her. Before laying down next to her and pulling her close to him, they soon fall asleep in each others arms.

Monday. 3 a.m. Homelander's crappy apartment. Three days after the divorce.

"ShE WAs ThE One!!" I hear Homelander's incoherent sobs coming from his apartment. I groan, I really didn't want to go inside. But as his personal assistant it was my job. I open the door and gag due to the potent smell of milk.

"Christ." I then walk deeper into the apartment and see the numerous empty cartons of milk scattered everywhere.

"Homelander?" I then turn and see him curled on the floor, cradling a jug of milk.

"Oh boy." I groaned and walked closer to him, it appeared that he hadn't shaved, showered, or even moved from this spot in a while.

"She was the one." He cries hard. It was a disturbing thing to watch.

"Sweetheart, this is...concerning." I then kneel down next to him and pull him close to me. He immediately clings to me.

"Homelander, I know you're upset but-" I was cut off by the feeling of his hips gyrating, well more like humping, against my leg.

"Touch me. Please." Homelander begged, he was touch starved.

"Homelander....John are you sure?" I looked into his eyes and saw that he was about to cry, he wanted to feel good that much.

"If you insist." I lean down and kiss his forehead, my hand slides down his front and stops when I feel the brim of his pants. My hand fiddles with the zipper for a moment and then pulls his pants down slightly. His enormous cock throbbing underneath his boxer briefs.

"Oh baby." I bite my lip and whimper slightly, the mere thought of his cock made my knees week. I start to palm his groin and then smile when I hear him gasp.

"John, do you like that?" I start to palm harder, he starts to thrust his hips up into my hand.

"Yes!" He gasps, his face flushing pink while he starts to feel himself near his orgasm.

"Are you close sweetheart?" I watched his facial expressions, the way he reacted it was as if he had never been touched before.

"Y-Yes!" He practically screamed. It was clear it had been a long time since he was touched like this. I kneed my hand harder into his groin, I then leaned down and kissed his cheek. Only wanting him to truly feel good. I then started to knead faster, I could feel the small amount of pre-cum dampen his boxer briefs. His cock pulsing and twitching while I continued to please him.

"Sweetheart, should I let you cum?" I lean down and kiss his cheek, while still palming his encased cock.

"Yes" Homelander was practically begging. I then stop and lay down on my back next to him. A groan escaped his lips, turned onto his side and stared at me longingly.

"Do you want me to please you more?" I ask in a smug and condescending tone. I rhythmically palm him and slowly increase the speed, forcing a few low grunts to escape from him.

"Y-yes" John whimpered, and his eyes started to water. The pleasure felt so good.

"Alright, but you're gonna have to help me later~" I kiss his cheek one more time before he finally releases. And all his cum splattered onto the inside of his boxer briefs, some of it making my hand sticky. John gasped and his face was consumed by euphoria. I chuckle and kiss his cheek again before wrapping my arms around him and holding him close.