#BECAUSE MY MOUSE IS FUCKING WORKING AGAIN HELL YEAH

[tathrin]

Yesssssss guess who just learned how to swap usb cords between mice tonight? That's right mate, we are unstoppable now. So you go ahead and discontinue the best mouse ever fucking made, Logitech, that's fine; I'm just going to ship-of-theseus my babies forever and you can't stop me.

#oh my gods it is so amazing having a mouse that doesn't disconnect every time i breathe #i don't think i let myself realize quite HOW much of a problem it had become #(because i did not DID NOT want to have to find a new different type of mouse to use after TWENTY FUCKING YEARS thanks) #(and if i just pretended that it was fine then IT WAS FINE AND I COULD JUST KEEP USING MY DYING MICE LA LA LA) #but! now it is FIXED and it WORKS and i am UNSTOPPABLE #my fingers are very sore (sewing tools are not made for opening usb connector pins but they will work in a pinch!) but i don't care #BECAUSE MY MOUSE IS FUCKING WORKING AGAIN HELL YEAH #i can wiggle all around or get up and make tea or pee or what-the-fuck-ever and not have to worry that when i come back my mouse won't work #BECAUSE IT IS JUST FUCKING WORKING HAHAHA THIS IS GREAT #gonna do the other mouse tomorrow i think HECK YEAH #computers #technology #logitech trackman marble #mice #me #TRIUMPH #(i might be a LITTLE BIT excited shhhhh)

[seaslugfanclub]

Hi! I really love your Disney Villains x reader content! Especially the "Scaredy Villain", "Time in the Spotlight", and the "No, I'm their favorite" one. Speaking of that, I remember Hades mentioned that he was one of the first to meet Y/N, which got me wondering, what were Y/N's first interactions with each of the villains like? 🤔

Once again, I love all of your works! And I can't wait to see you do more in the future at your own pace and time! 😊 💕

So I’ve actually gotten a couple asks about this, so decided to answer all of them with this! Since all the Villains meeting (Y/N) would take way too long to write in one post, I’ve decided to make this a series of one shots, so stay tuned!

I, of course have to start with Hades. (Since his introduction is my most fleshed out) but I’m slowly but surely getting all the Villains interactions in order! Hope you enjoy 💙

Meeting the Villains: Prt. 1

Hades

TW: panic attack

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It was (Y/N)s first day working at the Disney Parks, and they were on the verge of the panic attack of the century

The crying babies, excited children, sickly smell of sweat mixed with the food stands, multicolored rides, and the unrelenting heat all melted together to create the perfect sensory overload

They felt like they’re about to throw up. Or pass out. Or throw up and then pass out. Screw employee training, they needed to get out of here.

Near hyperventilation, (Y/N) quickly stumbled to the quietest location they could find, leading them to a skinny alleyway between two buildings. Immediately they got on the ground, putting their head between their legs and taking deep breaths

Slowly (Y/N) began to calm down, the relative silence of the alleyway a balm to their ears, and the nostalgic scent of cigar smoke really helped ground them— wait….

Lifting their head up to make a spare glance to their left made (Y/N) scramble onto their feet. There — hidden in the shadows of the alleyway was the lord of the dead himself, his most lugubriousness, Hades, smoking a lengthy cigar and staring down at (Y/N) with a sardonic grin.

(Y/N)’s heard about these “holograms” Disney released into their parks, hell, it’s all they’ve heard about since they’ve been hired. And sure, (Y/N)’s seen a couple characters from afar as their employment trainer toured them around the park. But to see an actual one up close? This was a first.

Hades looked so… real. The blue flames atop his head flickered into the air, fanned by the light breeze of the afternoon. His skin was chipped and pitted, a similar texture to granite. Even his chiton looked like something spun from the finest silks, his whole body too detailed to be a simple projection of light.

…..

“So are you just gonna stare at me like an idiot, or…?” Hades took a drag of his cigar, blowing the smoke in (Y/N)’s face, causing them to hack in response.

“ *cough*—Sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just—“

“Ya first time seeing one of us?” Hades interrupted, “yeah, I figured. And lemme guess, it’s your first day at the circus, huh? Don’t think you’ll last long if you abandon your post because your a little nervous~”

(Y/N) grimaced at Hades jab, retreating into this alleyway was supposed to be a brief respite. Their brain was too fried to think about the consequences of talking back to one of Disneys prized characters, the only thing (Y/N) felt looking up at Hades was indignation

“Oh please, I’m not the only one here who’s supposed to be somewhere else. And smoking??? At THE Disney parks??? It’s my first day, I’ll get off easy, but you? If we’re caught, I’m only gonna get chewed out once.”

A multitude of expressions passed over Hades face. Surprise, anger, disgust, amusement, before finally settling into one of forced resignation. It was a hard pill to swallow knowing he wasn’t the one in charge here. The fucking mouse was.

“Ohoho, I bet. I’m sure any consequence of yours will be dropped if you go off and tattle on me~” Hades seethed, finishing the cigar off in one drag as his flames sparked red.

(Y/N) huffed, going to lean against the wall again, “Are you kidding me? I’m not a narc.” They waved off the imaginary scenario, “I’m here the same reason you are, so why not make a deal. You like those don’t you? If you won’t say anything, I won’t either. Let’s just enjoy what little privacy we can in peace.”

Hades stood in silence for a bit, he didn’t want to sound stereotypical, but this newbie wasn’t like the other park employees he’s had to deal with.

Usually the park members would act one of three ways; either they’d cower in fear, submissive towards his biting remarks (his favorite), they’d fail to see his sentience and pass him off as a lifeless hologram (his least favorite), or act all high and mighty always admonishing anything he enjoys.

But to have someone talk back to him, but not follow the parks rules to a T? Well, Hades had to see where this went.

“Y’know what, kid? It’s a deal.”

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I can’t wait to share with you all what I have planned, I’m so excited!!! I also want to thank you all for your continued support of my work, I seriously didn’t expect so many people to like my silly writing, but here you are!!!

I see all of your asks and I promise I’m working on them! Just expect turnout rate to slow down with my college’s spring semester rolling around❤️

#disney villains #self insert #disney imagine #disney x reader #disney hades #hades x reader

[finniestoncrane]

Respect Your Elders

Telltale!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.3k commission: edward being teased by a younger reader for being an old man, but it's fine because this old man fucks severely 💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: degradation, rough sex, forceful

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing there?”

Edward was sitting at his desk with the new computer you had installed. His back tensed up at your words, and you could tell without seeing that his face was contorted into one of absolute irritation and rage. And you were glad of it. Nothing pleased you more than riling him up. It was often the only fun you got to have. Unsurprising to anyone who you told, being the Riddler’s assistant didn’t actually lead to a lot of excitement or jolly good times. It was tough, rigorous, never-ending work. But you could suffer through it, if it meant spending time with Edward. As much as you teased him, you knew it was all down to your little crush. Like a child on the playground. Your playful bullying was an outlet for your true feelings, which you could never reveal to him. You needed to keep the upper-hand in this relationship. You knew it would be entirely too dangerous to let him know he had any kind of advantage on you, or at least more than the ones he already assumed he had.

“You know…”

Edward spoke through gritted teeth and raised his head, not turning to face you yet.

“… age is but a number, my dear. I think I can handle a computer, I’m intellectually more advanced than anyone, especially you.”

“Mhm… you know you’ve been clicking the wrong thing for five minutes now?”

“I… I’m not…”

With an irritated grumble, he shoved the mouse to the side and pushed the keyboard away. Turning in the chair, he got up and pushed past you out of the room.

“I can’t get anything done with you standing around here bothering me!”

Though it was clear he was leaving in an attempt to get away from you, you followed him anyway.

“Age is just a number, yes… but there’s plenty of things that being older hardly lends itself to, and you would know better than most. I mean you’re what? 65? 70?”

“I’m 60! As well you know! And besides, normal rules don’t apply to me.”

“Sure they do, Edward. You’re not a super-human. You’re just a little old man in his cute little green hoodie. Hell, you even use a cane!”

“Keep this up and I’ll be using it on you.”

You giggled as you skipped after him. It was so easy. He was almost too easy in fact. And maybe you should have felt bad about it, about getting him so exasperated and irritated. But you needed the release. It was frustrating to be cooped up with him berating you and being miserable all the time. You were owed the pleasure of bothering him.

“Mhm… grumpy old man. Keep it up, Edward. You’re hardly deflecting the stereotypes.”

“What other stereotypes do I fit into then?”

He stopped at the work bench that held his latest gadget in progress, standing to work on it as you continued your tirade of childish mockery.

“Hm… well, you’ve got that greying hair.”

“Exactly. Greying. Not quite fully grey yet, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah. Wrinkles?”

“So few!”

“You’ve started forgetting things, getting slow in your old age.”

“I think that’s more because you’re constantly distracting me and throwing me off.”

“Oh sure, blame me!”

He was silent as you considered saying the one thing that had been playing on your mind since the beginning of the argument.

“I bet you’re getting a bit slow other places too… not quite the stamina you used to have…”

“I’m as agile as I ever was.”

“In what areas… because I’m thinking of one particular. Requires a bit more than agility… requires an ability to sustain something else…”

Edward turned to you with a questioning gaze.

“Do you mean…?”

“I mean sex, grampa.”

You winked with a mischievous smile as you said it, noticing his cheeks reddening slightly at the mention. But he turned away from you again, hiding any embarrassment he might have felt.

“Yes, well. You wouldn’t know anything about that anyway.”

“I guess I could find out, if I pester you long enough.”

“Don’t be so ridiculous. Besides, you’re aware of my comings and goings. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been with anyone, the results of any experimentation would be skewed by lack of sufficient data.”

“Is that because you literally can’t anymore?”

“I’m pretty sure I could get by, just the same as any other virile man.”

“Oh yeah, sure! And would you still need your cane while you were going at it? Or would you risk breaking a hip?”

“Very funny.”

“And when, just out of curiosity, was the last time you even had an erection?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”

“Because you can’t remember? Is that because it was so long ago or because your memory is terrible now that you’re ancient?”

“I’m not going to tell you again to drop this.”

“Aw, did I hit a nerve? Is it difficult to talk about? I bet it is. I bet you can’t even get it up anymore.”

You turned from him, laughing, walking towards the other work bench, cleared apart from some papers and files.

“Such a shame, I wonder if you would have been any good, when you were young enough to actually make a dent in someone.”

As you craned your head to see if he was still listening, to gauge the effect your taunting was having on him, you were met with the sudden shock of his hand, palm against your neck, grip tight, as he lowered you down onto the workbench, swiping the papers to the floor before he forced you down onto it.

“Care to find out?”

“Really? You gonna give it to me good, old man?”

“Oh no. You don’t deserve anything good. You’re a very, very bad girl. And you’ll be treated as such for the duration. Now. Don’t mess around anymore. Take off your panties and pull your skirt up.”

“Yeah? You gonna make me?”

He tightened the grip, pinning you to the desk as you gasped and smiled, unable to hold back the excitement at feeling his body against yours.

“Respect your elders, my dear. Do as you are told.”

You still felt excited, tantalised by the demanding nature he had taken on. But there was an element of fear behind it. Something about the way he stared into you, eyes penetrating your soul, teeth gritted and brows furrowed into a scowl. There was nothing but cruelty in his face. So you did as you were told, sliding your panties down your thighs. He snatched them from you, holding them up and examining them.

“Quite flirtatious, aren’t they. Were you expecting something? Or are you just a run of the mill whore?”

You didn’t have an answer from him, so you remained silent.

“And damp! Already!”

Bringing them to his face he inhaled, taking in the scent of your arousal, before he tossed them aside.

“Well… next step, come on. Do not make me wait.”

Lifting your skirt up slowly, you revealed yourself to him as his mouth curled into a sly smile.

“Wonderful, you can actually do as you’re instructed. I truly thought you might be too pitifully stupid for that. Let’s see if you can keep up the good work. Turn around, and bend over.”

“Ok, Edward. You can stop joking now. You’ve had your fun, you got a good look at me. You can drop the dirty old man act.”

He stepped forward quickly, far quicker than you had seen him move before. With his hands gripping your arms he turned you around, slamming you down onto the surface and pinning you there under his weight, his strength surprising.

“Oh, I’ve not even begun to have my fill of you yet.”

“Edward, wait! P-please!”

“Too late for mercy and apologies now, dear. Perhaps, if you had extended that same gratitude to me, you wouldn’t be in this particular position right now. But, your punishment must suit the crime. So I am going to fuck you until you can see how effortlessly I can make you scream. I haven’t lost that touch yet.”

“I was joking, Edward!”

“I’m not.”

As you closed your eyes tight, trying to struggle out from under his body, you could hear him shuffling, not realising that he had undone his belt and pants until you felt the heat of his flushed cock pressing against your pussy.

“W-wait, I’m not- I’m a-”

Your words were cut short by your scream as he thrust himself into you with little care. Rough, painful, completely filling you with his impressive length and thickness. And the sound of your pain only seemed to further excite him as he began a brutal pace, slapping into you, pounding your body into the surface you were trapped against.

His soft grunting echoed around you as he exerted his entire energy in an effort to have you whimpering under him. The size, the pressure, the way his fingers dug into your skin, nails leaving tiny half-crescents as they indented and left marks. The stinging sensation made your eyes water as you gasped, trying to catch your breath, fighting for some respite between the punishing blows to your rear as he slammed himself hard into you.

“Edward… you’re being… too rough…”

He snarled, laughing deep and low as he continued his vicious movements.

“That’s the… ah… whole point, dear… you… hng… didn’t expect anything like this… ah… from an old man, did you?”

“I’m sorry… please… I take it back… just… just be gentle!”

“I’m sorry too… hah… you’d hardly learn… mph… your lesson if I… ah… stopped now…”

You clung to the edge of the surface, knuckles white as you tried to focus on something other than the embarrassment, the way you were being so humiliated under Edward’s irritatingly delicious fucking. He really did have control over you. Strength, power, and an impressive dick. And the talent to make you a quivering mess below him, unable to stop yourself from getting wetter and hotter as the looming threat of orgasm came closer and closer to you.

“You’re a silly little slut… do you know that?”

In a stupefied daze you nodded, acknowledging his degradation, almost willing for more to be dished out to you. You wanted to be punished, you wanted to be his slut, his whore. You would be anything he wanted right now.

“The youth of today… ah… they don’t know how… to respect… their elders…”

The skin of your ass cheek suddenly flashed hot as you heard the crack of his palm striking it.

“Back in my day… you would have learned to be respectful… to shut up… especially women… like you… keep your mouth closed… unless it’s to accept my cock…”

He punctuated the words with more spanking, and you could feel the area almost numbed from the stinging, silently hoping that he might have left a mark that could admire later. At the thought of it, you could feel your legs growing weak under you, trembling as you prepared for the inevitable, an orgasm, cumming over Edward’s dick as it slid in and out of you. Giving him what he had taken from you in his act of aggression.

“Already… heh… that close to finishing?”

You bit your lip in response as you tried to hold back the moans of pleasure.

“And you… wanted to mock me about… stamina?”

He laughed as he smacked at your ass and thighs, his own pace quickening.

“You’d think you… hadn’t done… this before…”

With your cheek pressed onto the table, eyes watering, tears streaming down your cheeks, you managed to catch his eye. As he realised that you hadn’t done this before, his mouth contorted into a smug grin.

“Are you kidding me? You talk a very big game, dear. You had the nerve. The audacity. To mock me.”

Every sentence ended with him slamming his body into you, burying his cock deeper and deeper, straining you, stretching you to your limit.

“And you’re nothing but an inexperienced little virgin.”

You could feel your cheeks redden, deeply regretting your cruel taunting, desperate to take it back. But then, had you never said anything, you wouldn’t be receiving the greatest punishment, and pain, you ever had to endure.

“Say it. Say you’re a virgin.”

“I’m a virgin.”

“And tell me you want me to fuck you hard, to ruin you, before anyone else has even had a chance.”

“I… Eddie, please…”

“Tell me that you’re mine now.”

“I’m yours.”

“And that you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He laughed, grin spread ear to ear as he felt you clench around him, willing him to keep going, to fill your tight cunt. With his fingers digging deeper into your skin, he held you onto him, keeping you still as he enjoyed the feeling. He’d never been anyone’s first before. It was an experience he wanted to savour. His lips were wet with his owl drool as he salivated, making a mental note of how good you felt around him, committing the sensations to memory for the next time he had to take care of himself. The way your body accommodated him, the way it made room for his ample length. Like you were trying your hardest to be a very good girl, to take everything he was giving you.

“I want it, Eddie, please.”

The desire to please you was usurped by his strong need to see his punishment through.

“Oh… well in that case.”

He pulled himself out of you.

“We’ll prolong the experience. Get down on your knees. I’ll decide when little miss gets to have her orgasm.”

#finnie writes #the riddler #riddler #telltale riddler #riddler x reader #riddler fanfic #edward nygma #edward nigma #edward nashton

[lemmetreatya]

Gojo x Geto x Reader | Short JJK Scenario #2

Modern AU/Non-Sorcerer

Contains: Strong language, Mentions of Sexual content

Idk I found this hilarious 😭😭 I envision all three of you’se as good friends who just get on each others nerves! Enjoy sdcvjkbfg <3

“Shiiit.”

Gojo repeatedly clicked the power button at the top of your currently blacked out computer keyboard, each time the ‘Sticky Key’ noise sounding. Geto, with no intent to help, stood behind him with a stoic face.

“Yeah, shit.” He echoed.

“Don’t ‘Yeah, shit’ me.” Gojo hissed at his friend but in the direction of your desktop, his attention still divided. “Either help me the fuck out or sign a waiver to take the fall.”

Squinting over his seldom panicked colleague, Geto could only send infrared daggers into his hunched over back. How he wishes they would impact physically damage.

“What an imbecilic thing to say. Why should, or would, I take the fall for something you’ve done?” He took a sip of his InstaCoffee. Eughk. Bland.

Geto swished the murky maroon liquid around in his styrofoam cup before painfully adding: “I didn’t even assist you this time, you royally fucked up on your own.”

Gojo stabbed another button along with a short curse underneath his breath. His irritation was evident within every action he produced.

“Why you should take the fall?” Gojo briefly muttered. He tried shaking the mouse, attention still on the blacked-out computer, before speaking louder this time.

“You should take the fall because one, you’re my boy. My homie. My dawg, my fucking ride or die. You’re supposed to do time for me without me even asking, that’s how it works.”

With an accented groan, Gojo hit the mouse against the desk a few times before scratching rapidly at the top of his head.

“And B, she’s always liked you better than me so if you say you did it she won’t fuck either of us up.”

Rolling his eyes, Geto took this time to pitifully look over at the widespread row of windows that lined the right office walls. The office was situated on the 27th floor of the infamous JK Telecom skyscraper. He now wonders, or more so hopes, that if he was to fling Gojo out of it from this height, he wouldn’t survive.

However, knowing Gojo and how he was undoubtedly created to make Geto’s life an insufferable hell, he’d find a way to survive the fall.

Finishing the last drags of the worst drink he’s ever had, Geto squashed the foam cup up with ease before dashing it into the grey wastepaper bin besides Gojo’s leg.

“Gojo, if you want me to take the blame simply because she’ll react to me better then I personally think that’s an indicator to reflect on your debauched personality.”

Finally, Gojo whipped around to face Geto, his usually easy-on-the-eyes face clearly distraught with offence. His mouth was ajar, opening and closing in small jabs as it was clear he was stricken with shock.

Now Gojo was in no means a stupid man when it came to numbers and logistics. However, he definitely was the most and least self-aware person at the same time.

When his voice and brain finally caught up to each other, his voice was pitched a tad bit higher than usual.

“Geto, that’s such a bitchy thing to say. D’yknow that? That’s bitchy. Very bitchy, that’s something only a bitch would say.”

Geto watched Gojo with an unamused look. The black haired man wiped his mouth with the palm of his hand, removing any coffee stains that were previously left over.

He’d definitely have to take a mint for the aftertaste.

“For your misinformed information.” Gojo carried on, “My personality needs no work whatsoever. I am literally perfect in every aspect God intended. If he had a Holy portfolio of all his best work, you’d have me — on the first page — right after Mount Fiji, Chris Hemsworth and Idris Elba.”

Geto was about to roll his eyes again, unamused by his colleague’s hubris, until he analytically realised what Gojo had just said. With a perplexed expression, he cocked his head to the side before saying:

“It’s Fuji.”

The random words threw Gojo off-guard, disarming his violently audacious rant. He gave a face riddled with annoyance.

“What?”

“You said Mount Fiji.” Geto clarified.

“Yeah, and? What, you think God isn’t proud of Mount Fiji?” Gojo’s expression clearly showcased judgemental jeer but Geto knew what he was getting at. Shaking his head, he corrected his friend.

“There’s no Mount Fiji, Gojo. It’s Mount Fuji.”

Now the white haired male was just confused. He looked down at the floor in steep thought before looking back up at Geto.

“What? No, I swear it’s Mount Fiji.”

“No.” Geto sniffed. “There’s Fiji, the island, where you get Fiji water, but there’s no Mount Fiji.”

There was a period of silence between the two as the both of them mentally warred within themselves. Gojo stared at Geto with a piercing stare, his turn to now send bright turquoise daggers into his colleague. Geto only pursed his lips and looked everywhere but at Gojo.

The beeping finish of a fax message from the photocopier across the room made Geto quietly finish his explanation as he cleared his throat.

“There’s only a Mount Fuji—”

“—As I said, you’re a bitch.” Gojo sneered.

“Who’s a bitch?”

The two men turned their attention towards you who had just come back from your lunch break. You looked between the two, definitely sensing hostile tension between them but unsure why.

However, within a breath of your light question, Geto fully turned his body in your direction, and snitched.

“Gojo logged into your computer to try and frame you for watching inappropriate content at work but whilst doing that, he realised it was a bad idea but as soon as he did, he accidentally pressed a key that shut off the screen but kept on the monitor so now he’s here trying to log back into your computer and delete it but he’s failing.”

Taking out a mint packet from his pocket, Geto nonchalantly popped a singular white sweet into his mouth like he hadn’t just aligned Gojo’s head in direct pathway of a guillotine.

“What?” You plainly said.

You slowly turned your head in Gojo’s direction, your face void of emotion.

The white haired man didn’t waste a second in flashing you a dazzling pearl smile. He leaned a hand on top of your desk as if he’d just been commended for stellar work. Prick.

With a shrug and his hands now in his pockets, Geto added:

“But to answer your question, I’m the bitch because I corrected him in saying that Mount Fiji isn’t a thing.”

As if that was the worst offence he had been exposed for that day, Gojo gave Geto a look of disappointment.

“Wh—Ah, man. Fuck you, for real.”

Ignoring the small feud the two had going on, you moved forwards past Geto to wake up your computer and see for yourself the damage done. You might as well have pushed Gojo concerning how he practically flew (himself) out of your way and yelped in surprise. He really could be dramatic.

Waking up the computer with the click of several shortcut keys, you were near enough mortified at the obscene screen that flashed onto the monitor.

Behind you Geto sighed. Hiding behind him, Gojo snickered childishly.

“AMBW category— really, Gojo?” At this point, you just sounded tired.

“Best there is.” He chortled back.

With a kiss of your teeth, you started to quit the multiple (12 tabs?!) worth of adult content riddling your screen. You vanquishly shook your head as you spoke.

“There’s no such thing as the best porn— No, Whatever. My question is how did you even bypass the network adult filter in the first place?! That’s literally there for security and anti-virus reasons, Gojo.”

The white haired male had no words. He only continued to hide behind his friend, his mouth imitating duck lips.

“In my defence, I did tell him it was a bad idea.” Geto looked on with a face of slight concern. Now that you mentioned it, maybe Gojo disarming the network protector wasn’t the objective fun prank he thought it out to be. This was a literal data protection breach.

Turning your head around to eye the pair, you wore a worried pout.

“You may have told him it was a bad idea but that’s all you did, Geto. You’re a bystander. An accomplice by association. I’m ashamed of you.”

Geto’s faced crippled into one of aggravated annoyance. So this is what he get’s for warning you of Gojo’s dirt? Looking out for you in light of the current gremlin behind him?

Said gremlin started snickering behind Geto's back. This man was genuinely a thorn in his side.

“Told you we’d both the schtick for it.” Gojo snickered.

With a forceful manoeuvre, Geto lunged his elbow backwards which earned a rather minecraft-esque ‘oof’ from the white haired male.

He was so going to start looking for another job.

#gojo x geto #gojo saturo #geto suguru #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #geto x black reader #gojo #geto #anime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

His Corner

Steve Harrington x Reader, PG

Summary: You convince Steve to apply to college.

Family Video was dead when you walked in, an application to the local community college in hand. Steve was behind the counter working on the computer, smiling when he looked up. You jogged around the counter to clock in, apologizing for being late. He said it wasn’t a big deal but asked what had kept you. Holding up the papers like they were magic, you explained you had stopped at the college to pick up an application.

“I thought you already got in,” he said, fingers clicking the mouse of the computer. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, checking the overdue logins.

“Correct, but this applications for you.”

He stopped what he was doing and stared at you. “What? That dream has long sailed – according to my dad, not even a community college will accept me.”

“That’s offensive,” you frowned. Steve stopped what he was doing and leaned against the counter, arms crossed against his chest. “Nothing wrong with community college, I’m going there.”

“I know,” he apologized, reaching a hand for your arm. “You know how my dad is, so I figured there’s no point in even trying.”

You hated how much he valued his dad’s word because they were also vile and unhelpful. Steve’s confidence in his ability to further his future had been constantly demeaned by his dad and you were tired of it. You cared too much about him, loved him too much to see him not living up to his potential.

“Listen, you’re more than a perfect ass in those jeans.”

Steve grinned. “I knew you were checking me out.”

You smacked the back of his head and shoved the papers into his chest. “Of course, I was! I am a human being with working eyes. Just fill out the application, I can help with whatever you need.”

Steve held the papers in his hands, checking them out before looking back at you. “Why the hell do you care so much?”

“Despite what you may think, you’re a smart guy, Steve. The potential is there, I know it is. Fuck what your dad thinks – why do you even care? All you ever do is bad mouth that prick. Also, I love you.”

He laughed, but his voice faded as he eyed the paperwork. “Yeah, he’s a prick...”

You nudged him in the arm but leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head in time to catch the kiss with his lips. You yelped in shocked, and he chuckled, but promptly went quiet when you kissed him again, this time with intention. The two of you laughed just as a customer walked in, asking for help. You volunteered and handed Steve a pen as you left the counter, but he grabbed you by the elbow and pulled you back for a moment.

“I love you, thank you,” he whispered, and you lifted a hand to push a few strands of hair from his face.

“You’re welcome – now go fill that application out.”

You left his side and he watched as you engaged in a conversation with the woman, smiling at whatever she was saying. His mouth couldn’t contain a smile, his lips warm from your kiss – you were right, his dad was a prick and believed there had been no potential in his son.

But he had you in his corner, and that was enough for Steve.

He was going to be better for you, but more importantly, himself.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #he is everything to me

[multifandomfanfiction]

Two Ghosts Chapter 1

TITLE: Two Ghosts Chapter 1 PAIRING: Iceman/OC, Rooster/OC (if you squint) RATING: T CHAPTER: 1/? SUMMARY: It was just a routine training session, but it changed Noel “Mongoose” Grenier’s life forever. The legends of pilots flying through time vortexes was true, because it happened to her. Dropped into 1984 during Maverick’s Top Gun training, she must navigate keeping her secret while also completing the program…again. Will she return to her own time unscathed? Or will she lose her heart in the process?

“Good morning, aviators. This is your Captain speaking,” Maverick’s voice came through their comms, “You know the rules. Only guns, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet.”

“That means you, Roos,” Mongoose quipped.

Rooster rolled his eyes at his wingman.

“No one bet any pushups this time,” Fanboy said.

“What’s the matter, Mickey Mouse? Didn’t you like all those pushups?” Mongoose asked.

“I know you did, Mongoose,” Hangman teased, “I caught you staring.”

“I’d rather get blown out of the sky.”

“You have! Twice!” Rooster reminded her.

“Roosie, have I told you how much I hate you?” Rooster chuckled.

“Not today, darlin’. I was afraid you’d forgotten.”

“Okay, enough chit chat. Let’s turn and burn!” Maverick said.

Mongoose anticipated Maverick’s move and shot up into the clouds.

“Mongoose! Where the hell are you going!” Hangman yelled.

Mongoose laughed. “Keep up boys!”

“Where is she?” Hangman asked Rooster.

“I don’t know. She disappeared from my radar.”

Mongoose leveled her jet out in the clouds, keeping an eye out for Maverick. The clouds started swirling around her. “Guys, anyone else seeing this weird storm?” Mongoose asked.

“What weird storm? The sky is clear,” Fanboy said.

“Where the hell are you?” Rooster asked.

“Mongoose, descend now!” Maverick ordered.

Mongoose tried to descend, but nothing happened. “My controls won’t work!”

“Where are you? I’m coming for you,” Rooster said.

“I don’t know! Rooster!”

Rooster could hear the panic in her voice. “Just hold tight, princess.”

“Ro….he…”

“Mongoose?”

There was nothing.

“Noel?”

Rooster was starting to panic.

“GOOSE!”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next thing Mongoose knew, she exited the clouds and breathed a sigh of relief. She looked down at her radar and saw nothing. “Rooster?” she asked.

There was silence.

She looked down and saw water.

“What the fuck?”

She’d been flying over the mountains of California, not the sea.

“Hangman?”

Mongoose scanned through radio frequencies until she heard a voice.

“Uh guys, I’m picking up a plane.”

“Is it one of ours?”

Wait. She knew that voice. She’d heard it on videos at the Academy. “Admiral Kazansky?”

“Holy shit! It’s a girl,” the other voice said.

“Admiral Kazansky? That sounds good doesn’t it?” Iceman said.

Mongoose rolled her eyes.

Great. Another Hangman.

“You? An Admiral? Yeah right, Kazansky!”

“Mav?!”

Maverick’s brows furrowed.

“Of course you fucking know her,” another voice said.

She looked over and saw Maverick next to her and in his backseat was Nick “Goose” Bradshaw.

What the fuck was going on?

Suddenly there were alarms screaming at her. She let out a pathetic whimper, really wished she had Rooster and Hangman covering her.

“Eject! You’re gonna go into a tailspin and trust me, you don’t wanna hit that water in a jet.”

Mongoose laughed. “You know, I always feel so much better after we’ve talked, Mav.” She pulled the handle under the seat, but her parachute didn’t deploy.

“Shit,” Maverick cursed, “We’re gonna need the coast guard.”

Mongoose tried again and it deployed partially.

Well it was better than nothing.

The last thought Mongoose had before she hit the water was of Rooster.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When Mongoose came to, her vision was blurry. All she could make out was a blonde man with a mustache and a dark headed man.

“God Roose, you are not gonna believe the dream I had…”

Her vision cleared and Goose and a younger Maverick were standing in her room.

She immediately started freaking out. “No, no. This cannot be happening. It’s not possible. Please tell me Rooster and Hangman are punking me.”

“Rooster and Hangman? Are they part of your squadron?” Maverick asked.

“They’re my wingmen. They were covering me when…”

“We’ll have a search and rescue team sent out. See if they can find anything.”

“Wait. I’m in hospital. They must have given me something. I’m hallucinating. I have to be.”

Mongoose tried to sit up and nearly cried out at the pain in her ribs.

Goose lightly pushed her back down. “Don’t try to move, darlin’. You hit the water pretty hard.”

Tears filled Mongoose’s eyes. She didn’t understand what was happening.

Where was Rooster? Why was his dad here? Why was Maverick so young?

Before she could freak out again, Maverick asked, “What’s your name?”

“Lt. Noel Genier. Callsign: Mongoose.”

Maverick laughed. “Mongoose?”

“Me and my…my squadron were at a bar and the guys got into a fight. I took four of them down on my own.”

“Like a mongoose,” Goose said.

Mongoose nodded.

“Do you know what year it is?”

Judging by the fact that she was most definitely still in Miramar and Goose was still alive...

“1984.”

“And the president?”

Shit.

She didn’t know that answer. History had never been her best subject. So she faked a headache.

Mongoose pressed her hands to her temples. “God. My head is killing me.”

Maverick gently lowered her hands and kissed her hairline. “I’ll have a nurse get you some painkillers.”

Goose stood up and patted her on the knee before leaving with Maverick.

She stared at the place where they stood.

What the fuck was going on?

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#rooster imagines #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw imagines #pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell imagines #top gun #top gun imagines #top gun:maverick imagines #top gun: maverick

[thevampiresoc]

ramble. under read more. also fixed pacing.

starting off with the ogs diego/gumball and doug those two. god. depressed jester to silly neighborhood old man pipeline. in canon he works at a library now where he sometimes puts on puppet shows. doug is no longer pathetic scared man he teaches geology for fun and as clean-up crew for crime scenes for normal. old probably 58? now? men living with peace and letting their past not get to them. and then matthew and sasha. god . their beef went from like "that purple doesnt match your pants" & "your hairs a mess" to geniune death threats and "YOU WERE MARRIED TO A DRUG SMUGGLER WHO'S SKIN WAS WHITER THAN SNOW" & "I'M NOT LISTENING TO A MAN UNDER 5'5" WHO CAN'T COUNT HIGHER THAN 8 IN ENGLISH WITHOUT USING HIS FINGERS". potato knows whos who. matthew 'ohh good lord what the fuck' to 'i'm PROBABLY traumitized but my boss wants me to go clean the Scary Hallway so I can't think about that right now' domino effect. is it affect? idfc. im in here saying bullshit. speaking of bullshit sasha went from "... please try and get better" to "*grabs you by your eye sockets* You Are Going To Stop Eating Twice A Day. Full Meals Are Not Just Seven Ritz Crackers™️©️ And Sour Cream."

and its great.

she still does taxidermy and murder. taxidermy's her side-job since she works as a welder now. shes in there with blowtorches welding shit. your car needs repairs? shes got it boss. oh yeah matthew working as a knight in rp-1 is funny if you consider how his main job went from freddy fazbears janitor to comfortably retired lighthouse keeper. OHHHHH CHARLES I ALMOST FORGOT CHARLES he died in canon. not really. you ever get zombied. yeah jhe got zombied. i should start breaking this up but i cant

snapshot at the start of the rp was just. fucked up guy with a dead wife and platoon with a pet mouse droid. he went into a coma so he didnt participate in order 66 and misses his wife. alot. but NOW? NOW???

okay so imagine walking out of a hospital room, disorented as shit and you go to find your wife jedi and fellow clones and when you DO find them shes just cut one in half with her light saber. Turning to you with fear, she almost chops your head off but you stumbling back and showing that your unarmed gets her to stop. "It was self defense," the jedi pleads for you to understand as your blood flows into your mouth, preventing you from screaming but you want to scream, need to scream.

You both are uneasy and fearful, trying to calm down. Order 66, something you just thought of as a far off nightmare to enact, had happened a mere few minutes ago.

years later, probably a decade, the tragedity now only becoming stale on your mind- a healing wound to your already mangled brain- you had been cut off from the "empire", hiding on fucking HOTH of all planets. You managed, sure, but it was still hoth… "Your" Jedi, surviving by faking her own death with you saying you had killed her, picking you up randomly only to tell you that your being relocated to a terrestrial planet. So called 'Retirement' in some barely populated town, living on a farm. Great.

nottt much really changed except for TMCs status. just that they upgraded from living in a shitty one room apartment to a still shitty apartment where the bedroom, living room, dining room and bathroom were seperate rooms. also parents. good for it.

neeed to traumitize that war machine

anyways my ocs going from eueueueuuuu to Can You Shut Up im going to Kill You With My Bare Hands is funny

conffession sometimes i watered downn my oc when using them. im shouting into the void but do you guys think you could handle he/him sasha. i feel like if i ever rp again with any of you itd be hell because ive just done so much stupid ass writing with my little sillies. like andreas' kingdom got slightly more fucked but id keep it silly for yall

#snapshot 76 #the metalcoffin #sasha ba #matthew #potato sometimes i feel like if i rp'ed with not watered down matthew where hes comfortable being feminine and masculine #shit would be bitching #like. imagine i start using matthew where he cannot give a shit and try and do emotions. or sasha where she willingly doesn't change her- #-expressions or tone.

[michaelmilligan]

The House Mouse

(I know it's been like three hundred years, but I haven't forgotten this post @klayr-de-gall @paradisecas)

It was a lazy evening, spent on the couch watching Netflix.

Michael had offered to take them to Jupiter instead, but they'd only just been there a few days ago, and besides, lazy was good sometimes. It was great to go sightseeing, on this planet or another. But they'd built themselves this house for a reason, and at times Adam just wanted to make use of it.

Adam's feet were on the coffee table and his arm was over the back of the couch, almost touching Michael's projection next to him.

“Maybe we should get a cat,” he said, watching the cats on screen purring as they got pet.

The eyes of Michael's projection darted towards Adam, then back at the TV. “They seem to be very difficult to train,” he cautioned.

“Yeah, but we wouldn't have to train the cat. Just get it to like us.” A corner of Adam's mouth quirked upwards as he angled his head towards Michael. “I have some experience at being patient with a dangerous creature.”

Unimpressed, Michael only slightly raised an eyebrow. “Are you comparing me to a cat?”

“Well.” Adam stretched his arms, then sank a little further against the back of the couch. “You are pretty dangerous and most people probably wouldn't understand your body language.”

Michael huffed. “My body language?”

“Yeah. Like how you flare your wings when you're angry? Or how your grace pulses when you're happy. Or-”

“I see,” Michael interrupted him, frowning.

“Or how your projection frowns when you're embarrassed,” Adam finished, grinning.

Michael gave him a playful glare. “Do you want me to list your ticks in body language now?”

“Oh, geez, no. I would probably die of embarrassment or something!”

Michael huffed out a laugh. Well, it was more a huff than a laugh, but as just proven, Adam knew how to read him.

“So. Cat?” Adam asked again, not because he had any urgent need to get a pet – it was just a spontaneous idea – but to see how Michael would react.

To his surprise, Michael actually seemed thoughtful.

“Harriet might not like it,” he finally said, and... what?

“Who?” Adam asked, confused.

“Harriet,” Michael repeated, projection swivelling towards him. He frowned. “You know, the mouse? You saw her yesterday.”

Adam opened his mouth, but no sound came out, so he closed it again. After taking a moment to compose himself, he tried again. “The mouse?? That thing that scared me to death yesterday?!”

Michael sighed. “You're being overly dramatic.”

“Overly- that thing just shot out from underneath the drawers and-”

“That's not true,” Michael interrupted him. “Her refuge is behind the drawer, not underneath it. There's a hole in the wall and-”

“Oh, there's a hole in my fucking bedroom wall! Great!”

“Adam, you've survived Hell. I'm sure you can deal with a mouse,” Michael chastised him. “And Harriet is very friendly. Once you get to know her-”

“Know her? That's a mouse, Michael. Why did you even name it?” Adam asked, exasperated.

“I didn't. That's just her name – or an approximation of it in human language, anyway.”

“Wh- approximation? What does that even- wait, you speak mouse??”

“I can understand and communicate with most animals on this planet,” Michael said, seeming a bit offended. Then he suddenly turned thoughtful again. “It works better with creatures whose shape is closer to my true form, like deep sea squids, though that can also lead to misunderstandings...”

“Oh, good. My archangel's a freaking Disney Princess.” Adam groaned and leaned back into the couch again, this time in a decidedly less relaxed slump.

“Don't be ridiculous, Adam,” Michael said, and a corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “I don't even own a pan. Or magic hair, for that matter.”

“You're a menace,” Adam muttered from underneath the arm he'd slung over his face.

“To society? Occasionally.” Michael shifted on the couch, until he was looking down at Adam, who turned his gaze from the ceiling to him. “So are you going to be nice to Harriet or not?”

“Christ on a cracker. You're really friends with a mouse.”

“Well, you're the one who keeps talking abut expanding our circles and what not.” Michael frowned down at him.

“Yeah, I was thinking more of, like, people. But knock yourself out, I guess.” Adam sighed. “So are you gonna introduce me to your new bestie?”

“Don't be ridiculous, Adam. You're still my best friend. And Harriet is just a mouse. Most of her conversation topics revolve around food, and where to find it.” Michael weighed his head thoughtfully. “Then again, your interests are not that different...”

Adam kicked him, which only worked because Michael let him. “Don't you dare compare me to a mouse.”

“Well. Comparatively...”

“Yeah yeah, comparatively I'm a bug.” Adam rolled his eyes.

“Yes. In many ways, humans are like cockroaches.”

“... Go on and you're sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“I don't sleep.” Michael raised an eyebrow at him. “And may I remind you that we share a body, so essentially you would be sleeping on the couch.”

“Ugh.” Adam grabbed a cushion from the end of the couch to throw it at Michael, but it sailed right through his projection.

Michael grinned smugly.

Adam's life continued much the same as it had before, except that now he sometimes saw evidence of a mouse in the house. The tap-tap of itsy bitsy feet on hardwood floors. A bag of chips with a hole in it and half the contents gone. And, worst of all, the droppings of a mouse, though Michael eventually agreed to remove those as they happened.

After a while, Adam got in the habit of leaving food out for the mouse when they left the house. Sometimes, they got back to find Harriet sitting on the plate, sniffing curiously in their direction.

Adam never actually saw Michael talk to her, though sometimes he nodded sagely when Harriet squeaked. To be honest, Adam was half convinced Michael was making that whole 'speaking mouse language' thing up to troll him.

But then one morning, he caught them in conversation.

“We need to be quiet so we don't wake Adam up,” Michael was saying as Adam opened his eyes.

Usually, Michael would immediately notice that Adam was awake. But sometimes, when he focused very hard on his projection to make it corporeal, it could take Michael a while to realize whatever was going on with their real body.

That seemed to be happening now, since Adam heard sizzling like from a pan, indicating that Michael was interacting with something.

Namely, kitchenware.

“Hm? Oh, no, Adam prefers chocolate chip. It's not very good for him in the long run, but he always makes this face when I suggest to use banana instead, you know,” Michael continued conversationally.

Adam knew exactly what face he meant. And of course he knew that banana was healthier than chocolate, at the end of the day. Did that really matter, though, when he had a trusty archangel who kept him from getting ill, or old?

Adam could have interrupted Michael and Harriet, but he was kind of curious where else this conversation (if it was one, since he only heard Michael) would go.

“Oh, yeah. You can have a bit of banana, hold on,” Michael rambled on. “You know, I've been thinking. You're allowed to stay here, so you're the house mouse. And me, well... Adam says that housewife is the most common term for this, but that fits about as much as house husband. I prefer house spouse, myself.”

Adam snorted. They'd had this conversation before, Michael insisting he was the stay-at-home-partner because he didn't work. As if they weren't always together, including when Adam was at his job.

It was true that Michael didn't work, always keeping in the background during those hours. Then again, he was the reason why Adam never got tired, or hungry, so in a way he contributed to their income.

“Adam?” Michael suddenly asked, obviously having heard his snort.

Sighing, Adam stepped into the kitchen, to find Michael making pancakes with Harriet by his side.

“Morning. You guys having fun?”

“Neither of us is a 'guy', strictly speaking. But yes.” Michael nodded.

Harriet squeaked in what might have been approval.

“So you're the house spouse and the house mouse, huh?” Adam asked, walking towards the breakfast island, where Michael served him the pancakes. “Thanks, honey.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Don't call me that. I'm not sweet.”

“Aw, but you are. You made me pancakes.” Adam took a bite, and felt like kissing Michael – once he'd finished his food. “This is awesome.”

Michael nodded. “As it should be, coming from a house spouse.”

“Babe... you don't even need a house. I mean, in a way, I'm your house, since you live inside me.” Adam just thought it was weird. Not necessarily the term itself, which was fine, but for Michael to call himself that.

“You're more than a house, Adam. You're... my temple.”

“Oh my God. We're not doing that clean eating bullshit,” Adam said firmly, fearing the worst.

But Michael just laughed. “I was thinking more along the lines of 'I should have worshipped you sooner'.”

“Oh.” Adam grinned. “Well, I am the giggle at a funeral. Possibly even at my own.”

Michael snorted. “I'd really rather you not die again. Granted, for someone related to Sam and Dean, two times isn't really a lot, but...” He shrugged.

“Yeah, no. Three is not the charm in that case.” As he continued to eat, Adam's eyes fell on Harriet, who was busy with a piece of banana. “So if she's a house mouse... does that mean this is a mouse house?”

“Now you're just being ridiculous,” Michael said as he miracled the pan clean. “But since you're so small compared to me, that makes you the mouse spouse.”

Adam rolled his eyes, trying and failing to suppress a smile.

#Me finally getting this done? It's more likely than you think. #This is kinda crack-ish but also I love Harriet and you can pry her from my cold dead hands #Fluffy fluff fluff #Midam #House spouse Michael my beloved #And mouse spouse Adam my utmost beloved

[lost-between-letters]

Talk

Pairing: Crowley X Reader (he/him)

Requested by: anon

Warnings: body image issues, Crowley using insults as love language

Word Count: 1,190

Summary: insecurities, Crowley's friendly insults because he is Like That and a confession

"Objectively speaking, am I really that ugly?" The words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. The thought had been gnawing at his brain for the better part of the day and apparently wanted to get out and in the open now. Took him by surprise too, that fucker.

Crowley's head shot up from the contract he was working on, brows furrowed. "Pardon?"

Yeah, no he wasn't gonna repeat that. Y/N pulled his shoulders up and raised the lore book back up to his face. "Uh nothin'."

A beat of silence followed that made Y/N hopeful that he was off the hook. The words on the paper were actually making sense after a breath or two and he buried himself in the source material to escape the embarrassment of his words.

Since Crowley was more or less allied with the Winchesters - and Y/N by proximity -, this had strangely enough become a part of their normal schedule. At first, the demon had showed up sporadically, whenever they were about to be really really fucked and helped them. Allegedly to have something to hold over their heads.

Only that he never took them up on it. Sure, they ganked a few demons here and there in Crowley's interest but that was it. Still, it had become a regular occurrence to see Y/N and the king of hell working in peace together. Dean wasn't too happy about it but he wasn't covering everything with devil's traps anymore so he had to be secretly okay with it.

And Y/N had made the mistake of striking up conversations here and there. And because he was talking to supernatural beings on a daily basis, it didn't faze him the least to notice that they were getting along. Oh, how naive.

Of course, Y/N's life was never that easy. Soon, more than friendly feelings had followed. Naturally, it had to be the king of hell and not, y'know, someone that he would have a pinch of a chance with.

The book disappearing right beneath his hands shook Y/N out of his thoughts.

Confused, he looked up and was faced with a pissed off Crowley.

He was leaning against the table, not two feet away from Y/N, arms crossed and eyes burning holes (fortunately not literal ones) into his skull. "Are we gonna ignore that Winchester level low amount of self esteem or is there a possibility that I can punch some sense into you?"

"...What?" Y/N leaned back in his chair, taken aback by the intensity in Crowley's voice. And his glare. That glare was terrifying.

The demon huffed. "Let's take this from a different angle, mouse. Who exactly told you, you were ugly?"

"Uhm," yeah, well that was not the reaction he had expected so excuse him for being confused, "no one?"

"So now you're lying as well?" Crowley honest to God tutted, "I can't believe that I'm wasting my time with this."

And there it was. Y/N pushed himself up a little straighter and glared. "Just ignore that I said anything okay? It's dumb anyway."

"The only thing that's 'dumb' here-" if Crowley wasn't freaking him out right now, Y/N would be laughing at the air quotations, "- is that you're being aggravatingly stupid! You are not and will never be ugly, Y/N. Quite the opposite in my humble opinion."

Now, Y/N was truly speechless.

Which did not go unnoticed by Crowley. "Oh come on!"

He threw his arms in the air in annoyance. Only then, Y/N felt how close Crowley had actually gotten. He was standing right in front of him; if Y/N so decided, he could pull the demon down into his lap.

A thought he banned from his mind immediately.

Meanwhile, Crowley was talking again.

"You didn't think that I would spend time with you out of the kindness of my heart, would you?" He said condescendingly and took the last step between Y/N's legs, "no, mouse. One, you're ridiculously hot - just like every of you godforsaken hunters apparently - and two, I enjoy your company. Would in the biblical sense too if you'd just get your head out of your ass."

Y/N just barely swallowed another undignified 'what' and stared instead. Maybe not the wisest choice in the face of this confession but he couldn't help it.

This was a lot to work through, okay?

Only when Crowley made to move away - maybe not quite hurt in his slumped shoulders but something close to it - Y/N unfroze. Employing his handy hunter reflexes, he snatched Crowley's arm before he could snap away (or walk to the door of the bunker and snap away from outside of wardings).

"What." Now, it was Crowley's turn to utter the question.

"Just to be clear-" now that he was standing, the size difference had turned to his advantage and he could look straight at Crowley; clutching his arm tightly, "-you won't punch me in the face if I kiss you now?"

"I will punch you in the face if you don't," he retaliated and yanked Y/N closer unexpectedly.

Which made the kiss more of a headbutting than anything else. At least initially.

Crowley's lips were surprisingly soft on his (and conjured an image of the demon lecturing Dean on toxic masculinity - and if that wasn't a sign for Y/N's brain being dangerously close to melting than he didn't know what else would be) though the hand at the back of his head was possessive enough to make up for it.

And then, Crowley licked his lips and Y/N wasn't thinking at all anymore.

~*~

"Now that we established that -" Crowley was lying half on top of him and still maintained an air of superiority. Like a cat, Y/N thought idly. "-am I getting an explanation for that little breakdown of yours?"

Y/N looked at his fingers that were fumbling with the hem of his shirt. "Does it matter?"

"Hardly. But I still want to know." Crowley managed to sound both annoyed and concerned.

Yeah, Y/N really could have chosen someone easier. But the words and the exact way in which they were spoken made him ridiculously giddy and wanting to share all his secrets. So yeah. No changing those feelings.

He sighed and tipped his head on Crowley's shoulder. "Just the wonderful mix of standing next to underwear model one and underwear model two on a daily basis and on top of that being plagued by the being you're hunting with dreams that are telling you all kinds of nasty things while - by definition of the lore - being unable to lie."

"The creature responsible is dead I assume?" The steel in his voice made Y/N remember that he was talking to a demon.

So he nodded quickly and brushed his lips over the exposed skin under Crowley's shirt.

It had the desired effect. Crowley merely scoffed and relaxed back into the cushions. "They got off easy then."

"Do we have to keep talking?" Y/N complained and tugged on Crowley's collar.

Crowley grinned devilishly. "Not if I can help it."

Y/N had absolutely no objections to that.

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[mejomonster]

So I watched episode 1 of unintentional love story:

I'm inexplicably reminded of Yu Liang from Qi Hun/Hikaru No Go by the main character, even though this guy is less intense. I think it's partly appearance, partly how Insistent This Guy is once he has a goal

The other main guy (acting choices wise) reminds me also of an intense character, moonjo from Strangers from Hell and the lead from Bulgasal l. I know. Weird comparison choices lol. I mean it in a good way though? Just like, both of these men feel like strong actors with solid presence on screen and as Characters both feel like you get a sense of their personalities from their behavior. I would say it's just solid acting

Also reminded of Hikaru No Go cdrama in terms of tone? Like, as you all know I'm not normally a romcom fluff person usually if there's no action or angst or murder I just Cannot focus or get into a story. Sometimes if there's comedy, but usually fluff just isn't my thing. Well this show isn't comedy (although it's got some), but it's got this almost heartfelt realism that Cherry Magic and Qi Hun have. It's feels like real life but Just This Side of Gentler. Like... the main guy clearly was manipulated by work, probably Should get another job permanently, is screwed by the capitalist work in a big corporation you're disposable to Problem (which possibly is also what reminded me of Strangers from Hell). He's not actually ON a fluff vacation, those are very real scary finacial problems and very real weighing life stressors when work is fucked. He takes it with a healthy dose of "Well ill try my best to get through this" (which is why this isn't gonna turn into a heavy psychological horror, and I'm sure the intro wirh his one level headed supportive friend surely helps him sway toward Handling This with a level head). But yeah, this feels like it can become a heavy topic show when it needs to. I am occasionally into a show like this, and this one caught my attention.

I like that it's not trying to be romcom (again ToT). It's not that either are focused on love asap. Main guy actually has a slightly shady goal, and knows it, and I'm excited/terrified for that to come up later. Other main guy? Hes got some baggage Clearly, possibly also work situation is Fucked/he was taken advantage of financially with a bad deal or something as well. I like the way it sets up a dual secret Actual goals versus pursuit on the surface. Almost like the crime cat mouse mutual investigation suspicion dynamic I love, but in a more mundane realistic context: one guy lying to get info and closer, and the other cautious and guarded because he's suspicious of motive (rightly so).

I like the coffee owner actor, he doesn't feel as as intense of a presence yet but he is a side character so thats to be expected. He felt uniquely his own feel so i liked him (and I like the side character shop owners and feel there's a big vibe in this show of like "work is unideal and fucked up at times and we connect with others emotionally and try our best" idea where genuine emotional friendships should be prioritized over our work lives and stresses, and I like that as a foundation in the show). I also am Intrigued by guy with tattoos. I'm curious if they'll be the second couple...

Overall solid start, I recommend if you're into this kind of show!

#unintentional love story #lb

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

any chance you have a list of all the music in Help I'm Alive?

i was going to say no bc i was keeping a running tally as i was writing in mac's stickies program and then my laptop fucking died and i never saved it anywhere BUT then i remembered that when i reread it a while ago i did write down the music... although looking at this list i feel like i might have gotten distracted and forgotten some stuff and also it's definitely not totally in order for some reason and i didn't write down any song names for some other reason. but it's what i have so here is a possibly incomplete list of artists mentioned with songs/albums that got a shout-out added in wherever i can remember them off the top of my head lol:

rilo kiley, a better son/daughter

los campesinos!, the sea is a good place to think of the future & also romance is boring and whatever the last track on that album was

nirvana, lithium

hole, celebrity skin & reasons to be beautiful

amy winehouse

animal collective, my girls

bright eyes, a song about the face you put on in the morning that i don't actually know bc i stopped listening to them after lifted & like thanks to @propinquitous for pointing me towards their less adolescently sociopathic Later Work

the killers, mr. brightside

passion pit

ok go, here we go again

radiohead, i definitely picked a specific song for this one bc the scene it was for seemed to demand it and like listened to radiohead on purpose to find one that fit and be able to describe it because i believe sometimes one must Suffer For Their Art but i have no idea what it was and don't feel like looking it up

the thermals

the yeah yeah yeahs, maps

the dandy warhols, i don't actually remember writing this in but obviously you were the last high, which is a big mood for this series in general

bon iver

elliott smith

mike doughty, i hear the bells

wolf parade

modest mouse, float on

white stripes, seven nation army

metric, old world underground where are you now, i don't think i picked a specific song for that scene but it would be combat baby

taylor swift, all too well

celine dion, my heart will go on

violent femmes, blister in the sun, which is a private in-joke with myself because that's the song that angela chase of my so-called life spends like 2 minutes dancing goofily in her bedroom to when her voice over tells us she woke up one day and was over jordan catalano

the 1975, sex

the cure, lovesong

rolling stones, gimme shelter

manic street preachers

bob dylan, mr. tambourine man

lcd soundsystem, all my friends

feist, i feel it all

my bloody valentine

the hold steady, stay positive

the mountain goats, this year

charly bliss, capacity, which was almost the title track for part two

sleater-kinney [fwiw it has stiff competition but if i had to pick i think this is the most unrealistic thing i put in quentin's spotify library]

rainer maria, thought i was

madonna, like a prayer, and also whatever the hell else i put on eliot's pop divas selkie mixtape. uh. dancing on my own maybe? superbass for sure

i'm pretty sure i snuck carly rae jepsen in there somewhere as diegetic music quentin doesn't know and if i did do that it was definitely run away with me

& of course the title tracks for the series: metric, help i'm alive; rilo kiley, portions for foxes; & the hold steady, how a resurrection really feels

#it would have been funny of me to just say 'yeah!' and then link you to pitchfork's top tracks 2008 #which i definitely read as research bc i couldn't remember all the guitar mans my friends were into in high school #did i not include spoon? i should have included spoon if i didn't my dude friends were obsessed with them #anyway this list all together feels very funny and embarrassing to look at #but honestly. it's quentin coldwater what would i even be doing if it wasn't a little embarrassing #i should put together an actual playlist one of these days it would honestly slap #writing tag #askbox

[demon-blood-youths]

Van Ink Za Tatsu No Harem || Part 14. Airport Battle

Hi guys! Happy Sunday! Here is part 14 for my lovely rp partner @the-silver-peahen-residence. If you haven’t seen the other parts, please do so. It’s wild just like this chapter! This drabble has some grammar errors in it but anyway please enjoy!

Part 10 - Resolution???

Part 11 - Peak of Anger

Part 12 - Head Hunt

Part 13 - On The Hunt: Assault on The Mansion Pt 1

Part 13 - On The Hunt: Assault on The Mansion Pt 2

----- Summary -----

After the assault on the manison and taking down Ray Decham. The next target on the list is Adam Ripper. The team is now on manhunt looking for him before he leaves New York. How will this turn out?!

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------ Four Months Later, The Bar ------

“Holy shit...” The client widen his eyes, hearing the downfall story of Ray Decham.

“Uh-huh.” Hitman puts his cigarette out before taking a sip of his whiskey. “Those are the Six Claws. They turn that poor bastard’s mansion into nothing but a burning heap of rubble in the sea of  blue flames. All that art, gold, jewelry, and money that Decham got? All of it up are in smokes. Gone. They made sure that the man got nothing, only the clothes on his back.” “Did Ray Decham died?” The client gulped.

“Nope. He wasn’t allowed to, he is forced to live with the consequences of his actions.That poor son of a bitch got some broken ribs, parts of his skin were burned, and get this, the man is paralyzed from the waist down because of the spine being broken or fractured. The man is lucky to be alive in a wheelchair. Because of that, he said he saw God and retired after being sent to prison or some shit like that. But I can tell you that man was never the same after that. Nobody knows if he can walk again.” The hitman said. 

“And you know this because???” The client questioned.

“The people who worked for him. The guards. They got injuries too. Scars from that assault on the mansion on that day. Physically and mentally. Some of them don’t remember but the housekeeping staff do. They see the house being burned and Ray Decham getting beaten by the Six Claws. They remember his screams.” The hitman continues, pouring some whiskey for his client as the man is now spooked, “Based on what I heard, the Six Claws are young men. Around high school or college age. Nobody knows but don’t let that fool ya. They are strong on their own. Got powers that nobody can imagine. Together...they can turn a fortress into a house of cards..” Hitman commented. “They tore that man’s mansion apart when looking for him.” 

“Then what about Adam Ripper?” The client asked. “What happened to him?” 

“After being beaten bloody, Decham talked to the police. They made sure that man is able to talk. If he didn’t talk, one of the Six Claws will beat him before getting healed by Ink’s fraction. Any more time he wasted, he gets beaten, gets heal and it starts over...”

“Jesus Christ....” The client cursed. Isn’t that torture?! What the hell?! 

 “Decham finally said where Ripper is. On his way to a private airport at 6pm. One hour. He’s hiding in the city. The Six Claws were on their way there to stop Ripper from flying out of the country.” The hitman continues with his story.

--------- Present.....Office Building ------

“Holy fuck....” Rust begins. That mansion assault. That’s something that everyone is going to be remember. The chat blew up.

“So you got everything, Fosh?” Hellmare said. Fosh nods. “Yeah. Mouse called as she got the entering all the way to the beatdown from every angle. ” Fosh said, worried. “She even told that The Cursed Vixens never done that before. Not sure if Ink wants to see this.“

“I rather not. Ink doesn’t want to see them so upset. She would be wondering if they’re alright.” Ophelia said as she exhausted her in healing that Decham’s wounds. Deku requested that they need Decham to talk so they can find out where Adam Ripper is hiding. Ophelia agrees but after two tries. Akiko steps in and is about to do her usual work making Decham cry out in terror and spilled the beans. 

“Is Ink awake?” Rex asked with concern as he is with the team, coordinating the search. 

“Not yet. She is still resting.” Ophelia said. 

“So that fucker is going to be on his way to the airport??” Navarro growled. “Bastard thinks he can cut and run after what he did.” 

“I don’t think he will get far.” Hellmare said. “Shdwkyz said that those six are on the warpath in tracking Ripper down. Dazai told me the same thing.”

“Yeah, I pull up any private airports and show Dazai. Everyone check and there is no Ripper except for White Plains Private Airport...” Fosh said. 

Kali snickers on the phone as Hellmare has her on speaker. “That freaking Ripper has no idea who he pissed off. If he learns what happened to that other scumbag, he is probably on his way to get away right now.” 

“Mouse sent a drone over there, accompanying the six.” Said Fosh. “Dazai and Kunkida is driving them right now with Shdwkyz, Oblivion, Yuuka.”

“And me!”

“And Kali...” Fosh sighed.

-------- At the White Plains private jet airport -------

“Sir. Ray Decham has been apprehended.” Said a guard. Adam Ripper who is wearing glasses and has a haircut. “Told that man to get out of there. Damn fool.”

“Are we there yet?”

“Yes. We are here.” The operation was failed. Condor and his team has failed. Ray Decham has failed. No matter, he would try again to claim Van Ink The Dragon’s body some another time in near future. Unfortunately for the occult doctor, there is no next time.

They made a stop as the jet is now ready as the crew got everything they needed for departure. Of course, they heard a car smash throught the fenced gates from the distance.

“Sir!”

“Keep them busy!” Adam Ripper hurried himself to the jet. “Get going!” The jet is leaving.

The six came out of the car and approached. The guards brandish their guns and aim at the six. However Joker is quick and fires his gun, knocking the some of guards’ guns of their hands.

Next, Atsushi rushes at them and took some of them down with his tiger fists. Bakugo and Midoriya went past, going for the jet. Bakugo is the first in line and yells at the pilot now rolling onto the tarmac as the jet is about to take flight. 

The pilot looks at Bakugo.

“HEY! YOU DAMN EXTRA, PULL OVER!” Bakugo shouted at him, startling the pilot as the pro-hero had that murderous expression on his face. “Uh...sir!”

Then he hears a click as he felt something metal pressed against the back of his head.. “Don’t...” Ripper said. “Take flight. Now.” He said sternly. 

“Y-yes sir!” The pilot cried.

Seeing this, Bakugo growls at Ripper putting a gun at someone’s head. Bastard. The pilot is an innocent person and the last thing he hates is people getting hurt. So Bakugo then sees Denji, Rin and Atsushi on foot running towards the jet. Bakugo lands onto the wing and holds on it while Midoriya is running. 

“Damnit! I’m going to cut it!” Rin said, unsheathing his sword.

“Don’t! There’s people inside. The pilot and the crew!” Midoriya said.

“But how are we going to make the flight stay grounded?!” Rin yelled. 

“Hey! Tiger guy!” It’s Denji getting Atsushi’s attention. “Yeah?!” Atsushi yelled.

“Give me a leg up! I’m going to cut up the engine!” Said Denji as he pulls the cord. 

“Right!” Atsushi nods. Whatever his idea is, Denji has some kind of plan. Atsushi gives Denji a leg up and launches him towards the plane. Towards the engine. Denji went into Chainsaw Devil and enters the engine. The engine explodes when Denji jumped into it. 

“What the-” Kunkida stared in disbelief as he and Dazai are watching from this distance. 

“Woah! It looks like a good death! Going into the engine like that!” Dazai said happily. Denji rolls across the tarmac through the engine. “HAHAHAHAHA! I GOT ONE DOWN!”Denji laughs as he swings his chainsaw arms. 

“Nice going, Denji!” Midoriya exclaimed as the plane is now going down. Bakugo propels himself near the engine and does a AP shot, hitting engine down. Inside the plane, the plane was going down and Ripper slides down across the plane and hits his back against the wall. The hell?!

The legs of the plane begin to break thanks to Rin’s quick sword slashes. Midoriya uses Float and his Black Whips to make the plane come down safely by wrapping around the wings. With his feet on the ground, he goes to pull the plane so it won’t enter the water. Rin wraps his arms around the green hero’s waist, giving him a strength boost thanks to his demonic strength followed by Atsushi and his tiger strength as well. The three pull on Midoriya’s black whips to make the plane grounded and stop. The plane skids across the tarmac and stops near the water. 

Now the plane has stopped. The drone has recorded all of that. Now it’s time to enter the plane. But first! 

“It’s over, Ripper!” Midoriya yelled so Adam Ripper can heard, “Turn yourself in!”

---- Inside the plane -----

Adam Ripper growled. He won’t be stopped like this. He needs to take some of the crew hostage. But then he hears something tear both in the cockpit and behind the plane then something come in as purple smoke fills the plane . Atsushi got the cabin attendants out of the plane and Rin got the pilot out of the cockpit leaving Adam Ripper by himself.

Shit! Now what?! Then he felt something on top of him not before feeling his limbs being rendered immobile. He sees black whips as he sees glowing green eyes from the smoke. The smoke went away and soon what revealed to be a green-haired teenager in a green costume. 

“Like I said, it’s over, Ripper.” Midoriya said firmly making Adam Ripper gritting his teeth. 

------ The bar -----

“Wait...that’s it? It sounds like Adam Ripper got arrested without a hassle.” Said the client.

“Not really. The idiot tried to resist by using his power to get away. Let’s say he didn’t get far away and he got it way worse than Decham because of his sick reputation of cutting people alive on the operating table.” Said the hitman.

“His power?” He asked.

“Apparently, he can change his hands into blades and he can turn his nose into a blade like a freaking swordfish. That’s what he is called Ripper. Just a nickname. He tried to escape the plane and tries to run on foot and the Six Claws were ready for him. I heard one throw him out of the plane and the others ganged up on him when he tried to fight back.” 

----- On the Tarmac -----

“Damn you!” Adam Ripper said he deflects the bullets from Joker’s gun as the thief fires upon him non-stop. The bullets hit his legs. Then He got punched in the face by Atsushi and he felt a slash on his back as Atsushi claws his back with his tiger claws before he does a spinning kick at his side, kicking him.

Ripper growls by swiping his blade claws Atsushi but his fingers got sliced by Denji’s chainsaws as the chainsaw devil roars before kicking him in the chest. Then felt a slash at he felt a burn on his legs. It’s Rin then he stabs his sword,  Kurikara into the ground and performs a Satan Bomb which creates explosions in the ground sending Ripper flying into the air.  

Bakugo is above him then performs Explode-A-Pult, grabbing Ripper’s arm with one hand and then in mid-air using his explosion quirk with his free arm to propel himself in a spinning motion. The spinning motion looks relentless. As Bakugo spins himself and his target with explosions. With enough momentum, he throws his opponent back into the ground. Hard. 

Adam Ripper hits the ground Then he got kicked by Joker and was sent flying before something hit him again which is Midoriya’s Air Force, sending him onto the tarmac once more. The boys’ attacks were coordinated and it seems to hit on target. The villain Adam Ripper didn’t stand a chance. It’s like Ripper turn into a punching bag. 

----

“Shouldn’t we do something??” Kunkida looking at Shdwkyz as they are watching the fight. Kali is there too, sitting on top of the car and watching this with glee, drinking a milkshake. Kali scoffs, “Why should we? It’s 6 against one asshole! That guy is getting what he deserved.” 

“Not going to argue there.” Yuuka added while Oblivion is eating chips much to her bewilderment. 

Dazai chuckles. “Agreed. This is the first time we seen Atsushi get up so riled up. Besides...they’re fine!” 

“Honestly...” Kunkida sighs. “I-”

“I know what you’re thinking but forget it. You feel it too, didn’t you? Those guys won’t stop till Ripper gives up or in the ground.” Shdwkyz said. As much as he wants to slash or rather murder Ripper for starting this whole damn thing and hurting his leader, Ink. This punishment is fitting for Ripper and his crimes. He had to give this to Oblivion and Navarro. This is indeed Ink’s harem. 

“Yeah...” Yuuka chuckled nervously. For the first time, Yuuka never see Midoriya and Bakugo fight like this. Their moves is reserved for the worst villains and truthfully, Adam Ripper is the worst villain ever.

“Gotta say...I never seen team attacks all at once!” Kali grins making Yuuka sigh. 

-----

Ripper roars at them as they are surrounding. “Fucking brats! Once I kill you, you’re all going to be on my operating table!” He inserts a injection into him, regenerating his blade claws and some of his wounds. “You ruined my plans in claiming the dragon’s body!”

Dragon’s body?! Is he talking about Ink?!

“What are you planning to do to Ink?!” Atsushi demanded with a growl.

Ripper laughs, “Van Ink The Dragon is a special one! I am following her exploits in New York and Japan. Her power is exceptional and I must learn about it. Her power shows signs of evolving after watching her battles. She would serve as a purpose for my experiments! If I got the dragon’s body, I can unlock some secrets in my research and make riches from it. Maybe immortality!” Ripper said, looking insane. 

---

So that’s the motive. Not surprised. Dazai thought. Too bad he confess to his crime to the six people who cared deeply about Ink. He is going to get his just desserts. 

 What an idiot. Shdwkyz thought.

Baka. Yuuka thought. Adam Ripper has no idea that he just pissed the boys off. 

‘Hahahahahaha! This is great! That guy is so fucking dead.’ Kali laughed in her head.

‘Uh-huh. He’s screwed...’ Oblivion thought.

‘This is going to be a quite report.’ Kunkida sighed.

----

“You bastard...” Rin said as he unleashes a Satan Slash, a blue flame power wave at Ripper who jumps away. “And I won’t let you six ruin my plans!” Ripper yelled.

“DIE!” Bakugo does an AP shot at Ripper which he easily dodges. Now that bastard is getting fast because of that injection.  Right now, he is getting piled on by the six. 

Bakugo does a Stun Grenade blinding Ripper giving Joker and Atsushi the opportunity to hit him together in the fury of gunshots, kicks and punches. Joker backs Atsushi up with his gun while Atsushi is beating him down. He got shot in the legs once more to disable and his ribs are being fractured, almost broken. 

Right away, Atsushi and Joker pulls away as Rin comes in and is quickly delivering slashes at him. Adam Ripper is getting teared up there are bloody gashes on his body. Midoriya then attacks Ripper with his kicks by activating Fa Jin, hitting Ripper at the chest and his blade nose, now broken due to the kintec energy which increases with repeating movement. Adam Ripper is staggering in the ground, now stunned. And finally...Denji roars and sprints at Adam Ripper. Ripper came to his senses and brings up one of his arms to deflect his chainsaw only to have his right arm cut off as blood spills across the tarmac.

The boys widen their eyes at this in shock. Yuuka and Kunkida’s jaws dropped while Shdwkyz and Oblivion widen their eyes and Dazai and Kali went “Wow!” as they didn’t expect that Ripper screams in pain as blood spills out from his shoulder.

“Dumbass Derp-Face! Don’t go cutting his arm off! Are you trying to kill him?!” Bakugo shouted walking over to Denji. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He jabs his finger at Denji’s chest. 

Huh. It seems like Bakugo wants Ripper alive and pay for his crimes. That’s an improvement. Yuuka and Shdwkyz thought.

 “Save some for me! I WANNA GET MORE HITS AT THIS SHITHEAD!” Bakugo yelled. 

Actually, they take that back. Bakugo wants to beat this villain battered and bloody. 

“Hah?! The hell?!” Denji yelled at Bakugo, waving his chainsaw arms around. “Fucking shithead deserved it. We gotta end this asshole with his arm off or something! He keeps moving around like a damn frog!” 

“A frog?! The fuck! That’s because we’re beating the shit out of you, you dumb EXTRA!” Bakugo retorted. 

“You guys....” Atsushi sighed while Ren pushes his mask up while Midoriya is in shock and Rin made a deadpanned expression with his arms cross while Bakugo and Denji are arguing. Midoriya is out of it when hearing Ripper yelling in pain.

“AH! It fucking hurts! YOU SHIT PUNKS!” Ripper yells as he is on the ground, rolling around holding his severed arm as blood pools under him while his severed arm is feet away from him. 

“Looks like we won...” Ren said, lowering his gun. Rin growls as he sheathes his sword, “I want to hit him more too. I am willing to cut his legs off.” 

“AHHHH!” Ripper keeps yelling.

Atsushi looks down at Ripper and shakes his head. “I agree with you but it’s better for him to face his crimes and be put away for prison. That said...we need to keep him alive. ” Atsushi looks over to Midoriya sharing the sentiment. “As a hero, it wouldn’t be right for him to die. We can’t decide that, only the courts here will. Ink wouldn’t want us to murder someone. It’s wrong.”

The boys agreed making Bakugo and Denji groaned but they agree as well. 

“So...how are we going to save his sorry ass before he dies of blood loss?” Bakugo said. 

“We need to tend to the wound so no more blood will come out and we need to put pressure onto it.” Atsushi said.

“Agreed. But how should we do it?” Ren said. 

“To do that, we have to treat the wound and to seal off the blood vessels. So we have to cauterize.” Atsushi said as he thinks. making Midoriya blinked as he had an idea. 

“Rin...can you use your sword to bring out blue flames to the wound. Blue flames are powerful enough. If we do that, we can cauterize the wound and have Ripper treated!” Midoriya asked to which Rin blinks then gets what Midoriya is saying to which he nods, “Yeah sure. I can use Kurikara to bring out flames and manipulating them. We just need to hold him down.” Rin sighed while nodding. 

“Got it.” Midoriya said as he and Atsushi approached. Ripper sees this and tries to crawl away. “NO! Don’t you dare!! STEP AWAY FROM ME!!’ 

“Relax! We’re trying to save your ass! Now hold still damnit!” Rin said. The next minutes were agonizing for Adam Ripper  as Atsushi and Midoriya hold Ripper down while Rin cauterizing the wound with his sword while everyone watched. 

------- The bar, Four Months Later -----

“Hold up. They what?!” The client can’t believe what he just heard with his eyes widen to the size of saucers. Yeah...Adam Ripper got the worst of it. The hitman wasn’t kidding. Holy shit.

“Yep. They have to burn the large wound to stop the bleeding, cauterizing the wound with some blue flames or something. There is no anesthesia or anything so you can imagine how that is like. It’s so bad that he fainted. The jet crew who got rescued heard the man’s screams when he is being treated.” Said the hitman making the client get the chills while holding his right arm. Yeah...he can’t imagine the pain alright. The client had to swing of his whiskey and drinks it down. He goes to pour another glass for himself just to process this whole story.

“The guy lost a freaking arm and they want to save him by doing that?! Jesus....it’s better to let the guy died at this point. Are these pro-heroes or what?!” The client exclaimed. 

“My guess they don’t want to be in trouble with the law so better to have him live and answer for his crimes. Or rather make an example of him for us to learn. Not to mess with Van Ink The Dragon.” The hitman stated firmly. 

“So Decham is paralyzed and Ripper has only his left arm.” Said the client making the hitman nods, “I heard his right arm is used in evidence from previous cases during the trail so he got sentenced to a life without parole.” Said hitman. The client drinks his whiskey glass as he now having second thoughts now.

“What if we go after one of-”

“Forget it. That’s out of the question too. You target one of the Six Claws. Not only, you deal with the other five. You’re going to deal with Van Ink The Dragon and the dragon’s fraction yourself too. You will be screwed if you try that shit. I heard the dragon isn’t that merciful if her men got hurt. The dragon is loyal to them and vice versa. They got each other’s back. One idiot try that and he got a huge scar on his body and his leg cut off. Hell....this guy was some rich bachelor. Heard it’s a woman or something. She and her shitty family were ruined to the point where they lost a lot of money and some of the family went to jail. Father, mother, cousin and brother involved. I don’t know all the details..”

“Oh....” The client slumps his shoulders. At that point....

“Maybe you’re right. I should just take the loss and go to another place, probably start again or something.” Said the client, accepting the loss now.

“Good call.” The hitman said. 

And so the legend of the Six Claws are now known throughout the criminal underworld and nobody will dare mess with them. Nobody knows their identities or their powers. All they know if you mess with the dragon, you get the claws! Those one who tried that are never the same again.

Of course, Ink and the boys has no idea!!!

------ The hospital, present----

“And that’s that.” Shdwkyz said as he return to the hospital. He meets with Navarro. “Everyone involved in the attack got arrested.” Shdwkyz informs. “Dazai and Eraserhead are gathering evidence for the DA so those scum will go to jail.”

“Good. Also Ink is sleeping. Dr. Yasno said that she will wake up at any time.” Said Navarro.

“Good. There is one last thing to do.” Shdwkyz said.

“One last thing?” Navarro repeated.

“Yes. And you know what that is. An apology....” Shdwkyz stated making Navarro gulped a little. Yeah...he almost forgot about that. Shit. Time to get those guys together.

To be continued....

#ic #Van Ink Za Tatsu No Harem|| Drabble #vaninkthedragon #the-silver-peahen-residence ( The Greenette Power Hero - Deku - Izuku Midoriya ) #the-silver-peahen-residence ( The Explosive Hero - Dynamight - Katsuki Bakugo ) #the-silver-peahen-residence ( The WereTiger Detective of ADA - Atsushi Nakajima ) #thesilverpeahenresidence ( The Son of Satan - Rin Okumura ) #the-silver-peahen-residence ( The Leader of the Phantom Thieves - Joker The Wild Card - Ren Amamiya ) #thesilverpeahenresidence ( The Chainsaw Man - Denji )

[justicefanged]

"You idiot."

He hadn't thought, necessarily, that there would be anything to worry about. Altena was a grown woman, and had shown herself to be more than capable, but he had still approached her on instinct, preaching caution.

But he wasn't meddling. He was only here to...

What?

His olive branch to Linus had been well received, so he followed up the berate with a sigh - less aggravated than he might have otherwise, and his demeanor held little bite.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, continuing to tell himself the same lie that it was none of his business.

"Look. She. Enjoyed you. Tonight. A frown, disdainful of the words coming out of his mouth, but more the fact that he had to say them. "Just. Don't. Look," he repeated, rubbing the same hand over his face again, pinching the bridge of his nose, "they need a win, that family, okay? They need every ounce of a good time that they can get. Just. Don't fuck it up.

"And by all saints, if someone asks you your name, you have to give it to them, you idiot."

"You idiot."

Linus made a noise of mild outrage, having been partway through a drink and some kind of sweet something or other he'd yoinked off of a table. The two didn't really mix well in his mouth, but he'd had worse.

"What'd I even do?" he grumbled, sending Raven a confused look as he shoved the rest of the dessert into his mouth and set his empty glass on a table -- littered with things he'd been working his way through, a very frazzled mouse chittering as it made trips back and forth to try and keep the area clean to the best of its ability.

His confusion only deepened because...well...it seemed like the other wasn't exactly pissed off at him? Annoyed? Linus still didn't know what he'd done to win this sort of reaction after they'd had a little make up earlier, but -- for once -- he kept his mouth busy and let Raven get to his point without barging in.

Or maybe the alcohol was starting to mellow him out. Same difference, right?

"Uh....huh. Ya mean--" Linus frowned, trying to connect the dots between Raven's stilted words.

Was he talking about...? Oh. Oh, he had to be! There was no one else he'd really been hanging out with enough!

Linus swallowed, his gaze shifting away from Raven and out into the crowd of other people. He was pretty sure he'd been doing okay so far. Altena hadn't punched him in the face, or cursed him out or anything like that. Hell, even with some of the stupid shit they were doing -- some of which she initiated, by the way! -- she seemed like she was having a blast!

But he didn't want to fuck it up. He really, genuinely didn't. Altena was pretty cool, from what he'd seen so far of her, and...Yeah. He was trying. Trying to make it a good memory, if nothing else.

"She. Enjoyed you. Tonight."

Yeah, tonight...Maybe not before, or tomorrow. But he could give her tonight, right?

Linus huffed out a breath through his nose, mouth downturned. "Read ya loud and clear, Red. She's a good lass." Better than good by far, but he didn't want to fuck it up. "Promise. I'll make it a real good night. Cross my heart an' all that shit."

He knew she was way out of his league on so many levels, but a guy could delude himself for a night, right?

"Buh-- Wait, wuh-- Did she ask me?" Linus fumbled, brought out of his slight downward spiral by Raven's last comment. "No way, I would'a remembered not givin' my name!"

......

"Oh, fuck, wait--"

#toaball2023 #peerlessscowl #[awwwww raaaavennn] #[you care this fam]

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book 1 of 2]

Storyline: 5/5 Smut: 10/5 (though the spice is mostly the trigger warning i supplied in the tags)

I'm warning you right now, if 'rape' is one of your triggers, this book is definitely NOT for you. Every sexual scene in this book should be considered rape, but I think the thing that keeps everyone from absolutely hating this book is that Adeline questions herself after every time they're together. She's obviously attracted to her stalker, and she gets off on being scared. Zade sees this about Adeline and continues to pursue her because he knows she likes it.

In the end, when her best friend catches them the morning after an insane sex scene (seriously, I won't be looking at the backseat of a vehicle the same ever again), Adeline confesses that her morals aren't what they should be, and she's only fought Zade every step of the way because she felt like she had to (or something along those lines). She tries to justify that Zade is the bad guy because he stalked her and society taught us that we shouldn't like it (we really shouldn't, but it's a book so...).

The book ends on a major cliffhanger, so be warned lol.

Now enjoy my ramblings as I read the book down below:

Okay so, everyone kept saying “poor Adeline” as if she wasn’t a little off her rocker as well. Girl is a little.. nutty, right?

You know what, I’d be grateful to the creepy ass knock on the front door if it meant I didn’t have to fuck Greyson either. Fuck that dude and his shitty attitude and lame ass stroke game.

Intruder left a rose on the kitchen island. No thank you. I’ll be sleeping somewhere else from now on.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, little mouse.” — Stalker - 1 Adeline - 0 Me as a reader - stoked as can be 😂

So these letters at the end of each chapter are Gigi’s? Gigi who apparently wants to bone her stalker? The same Gigi who was apparently murdered? This book has me anxious, man lol.

You know what, I’m assuming Z is Zade, and if it is.. good for him. He can do no wrong after he just rescued all these little girls.

Oh fuck. He has her phone number and just texted her. I’m so excited lmao

Damn. So Adeline was getting it in with Arch and they got cockblocked by her stalker. Then when she went to search for Arch, all she found was a bloody rose. Holy hell. I’m hooked.

Oh shit. Arch is a bad guy?! And our stalker just might have saved Adeline a lot of trouble. But now we gotta look out for Arch’s family who will be pissed when they realize their brother is missing or dead.

Damn. Z isn’t fucking around, huh? Arch is a dead man.

Well he did warn her about the hands 😂

How the fuck did this dude get past her security system..?

And the audacity of him!? How dare he smirk when he knows Adeline is watching him. Dude is cocky as fuck.

Damn, Gigi. You boinked your stalker. Kudos to you, great-gran.

Adeline, how the fuck you gonna confront your stalker without taking the knife with you 😂

Hold on.. does Daya work for Adeline’s stalker and just not know it?!!! They’re in the same business 🤷🏻‍♀️

So Adeline’s really being haunted? I thought she just had a stalker lmao. I’m so nervous now.

That gun scene 😳

I- I’m speechless. Sort of. Wow.

Oh shit. Now Max is back on the scene and thinks Adeline has something to do with Arch’s murder/missing status.

Stop texting your stalker back! Jesus Christ. Lmao. “You’ll look pretty after I stab you.” — yeah, way to rile him up, Adeline.

“I’ll be seeing you tonight, little mouse.” “From outside my house, and preferably in a cop’s handcuffs.” “You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” — see it’s shit like this that endears us to red flags lmao

Holy fucking shit. He really- with the rope while she was sleeping and- *sighs* Why did I enjoy that?!

Well at least Daya didn’t really judge Adeline for riding her stalker’s face.

His name is Zade. Fucking finally!

Oh no. Creepy pedophile Mark has set his sights on Adeline. Fuck me, man. Girl can’t catch a break.

Also, I have a feeling Frank murdered Gigi. It was definitely her husband’s friend who did it. Or someone they knew. Not her stalker.

So Adeline knows what Zade does for a living. And of course, her feelings toward it and him are all over the place.

Holy shit. That movie theater scene 🥵

Zade teaching Adeline self defense lol

If this creepy fucking doll-like actor prevents Zade from killing these pedophiles, I’m gonna be pissed.

“Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.” — holy fucking hell.

Holy hell. The House of Mirrors.. y’all were not fucking lying lmao.

Sibby is a little nutcase. I love her.

Fuck. Adeline’s been marked by this creepy as fuck Society. I have a bad feeling.

That car scene during the thunderstorm. Holy shit. The spice is.. spicin’ 🥵

Holy shit. Where did these pictures and letter come from all of a sudden? And the bloody watch? I fuckin’ knew Frank had something to do with it.

Sade’s at a dinner party from hell 😰

Wait, what? Who set the trap for Zade?!?!

And fucking Max sent his thugs after Adeline?!

You can’t end a story like that!!! FUCK!

#cat and mouse duet #haunting adeline #adeline #zade #book review #trigger warning #tw: rape #booktok review

[bylightofdawn]

Proofs have been sent off to the bride, that took WAY FUCKING LONGER than it should have. My poor old laptop which is 10+ years old, had an overheating problem four or five years ago when I upgraded to the one I'm using NOW really struggled. I don't know how the hell I used to do anything on it. I had no mouse and holy crap is that necessary. Corel kept crashing because the laptop is a dinosaur and here I am throwing vectors and macros at the poor thing. I also had to reset the password for my primary gmail acct since I could not remember it and holy fuckballs that was a nightmare having to then go and correct it on all of my devices. And deal with 2FA and uggggggh I am never changing my password again. Yes I know that is overly-dramatic and I work in the fraud prevention industry and KNOW how terrible an idea that is. Yes, I am being a whiny baby.

But this literally took my entire day. Now I want to try and write but I think my brain is just mush and that isn't going to happen. Might finish watching the second episode of Beyond Evil.

blackkat kept reblogging gif sets of it and it caught my attention HARD-CORE and yeah it's right up my trashy k-drama alley. I kinda high key love k-drama crime dramas I've decided. Vincenzo was great up until the last episode. There's a supernatural one I really enjoyed called Black.

So yeah I'm definitely enjoying Beyond Evil so far and Dong-sik has definitely got that hot DILF energy going on. Except obviously without a kid...as far as I know of thus far. I wish I had a better descriptor than that but my brain is mushed peas right now.

#life of el #beyond evil #oh no i might be falling down the k-drama rabbithole again #if I don't write anything for the next two months this is why

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Thirty Five

Chlosyne Janais Eruca

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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KENMA'S P.O.V.

"Kenma!" my coworker Sora beams through my computer screen. "How's it going?"

I sigh as I see her bright face light up my otherwise dark room. "Bright," I reply as I squint my eyes. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you could do me a big favor," she adds as she pulls her face closer to the screen, causing her brown and green eyes to bulge out from behind her clear glasses.

"Not again," I sigh. "What is it?"

"Well," she mutters, almost about to change her mind as she slides her hands down one of her two purple braids. "I was wondering if you could talk to that Build and Sell client for me... I'm still working on the pet grooming design and I don't think I can take another case without my brain exploding, Kenny!"

"Please don't call me that," I reply as I close my eyes to prevent myself from getting pissed off at her. "I don't think I should meet with that client. I'll just lose them like I lose all of them."

"Ah geez, there you go again. You only struggle to keep clients because you say stuff like that! You gotta act more excited about the project or else they won't think you're a good fit! You gotta act the part," she attempts to explain to me as she takes off her glasses and inspects them up close to her eyes.

"What do you expect me to do? I'm a fucking graphic designer, not a businessman. I would have majored in that if I didn't want to sit behind a computer all day," I respond.

Sora shakes her head as she begins to scrape something off her glasses with her pointer finger. "Yeah, well, you do good work. Your portfolio certainly shows that. Hell, you and I both know it's ten times better than mine is. But you also gotta act the part, mkay?"

"Yeah, whatever," I roll my eyes as I watch her continue to pick at whatever's stuck to the lens of her glasses. "I'll talk to the client but don't blame me if we lose them."

"Deal!" she beams as she looks up and smiles widely. "Thanks, Kenny, I really appreciate that!"

"Sure, but you gotta tell me what's so damn interesting with your glasses," I scoff.

"Oh, I just got some dead skin cells stuck to the frame. It's all good now though! It's not as bad as the green dirt that grows on the nose pads or the random stuff that spreads throughout the frame! That stuff's the worst!" she laughs.

"That's fucking disgusting," I shake my head. "Why don't you just get new glasses?"

"Do you seriously think I've got enough money for that?" she scoffs. "I'm not spendin' any money for something I already have!"

"So gross," I whisper to myself as I reach my hand to my mouse. "Bye, Sora."

"No Kenny, wait!" she calls out before the end tone of the call cuts her off. I can practically hear her saying 'aw man' even though she's not in the same room as me.

After, I lean back in my chair and look down at my watch. My meeting with the client is tomorrow, so I've got all night to myself. That is, until I remember that I'm supposed to see Kuroo. With a sigh, I pack my things up and walk out of my room. By the front door, I left that copy of the book girls: A Paean that Kuroo wanted for whatever reason. I've never read it, but judging by the way he obsesses over it, it must be good and commissary money.

When I get to the penitentiary, I'm asked to sit in the visitor's room and wait for Kuroo. When he walks in, I already know the rules. I get one hug when he walks in and one when he leaves. After the two of us sit down, he smiles softly and folds his hands together on the table between us.

"So?" he asks curiously. "How's it going?"

"How's what going?" I reply, unsure as to what he's referring to.

"Work. You know, 'cause you said you were struggling to meet new clients," he responds.

"That's really what you want to talk about?"

"Well sure, what else would we talk about? You probably don't care to know I beat five guys in a game of tic tac toe and won a Snickers bar," he grins.

I sigh at his answer. "I suppose that means you're doing well then."

"As well as I can do," he then shrugs. "And you?"

"Sora found me another client. I have a meeting with them tomorrow. It's some Buy and Sell thing. I don't really think it'll be all that interesting but Sora says I've got to act that way or I'll be out of a job," I explain to Kuroo.

"She's right, you know," Kuroo then chuckles. "Girl's weird as all hell, I'll give you that, but she's smart. Besides, she's a couple of years older than we are. She knows what's up."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I nod as I look around the waiting room. "Oh, by the way, I brought that stuff you wanted."

"No fucking way!" Kuroo gasps so loud that he attracts attention from the whole room.

"Hey! Settle down inmate!" one of the guards shouts back.

Kuroo puts up his hand to apologize before looking at me excitedly. "So you got the book?!"

"Yeah, I got the damn book. Thought you'd be more excited 'bout the money, though," I say as I hand him a prison guard approved box. Kuroo's eyes light up as he lifts up the box and holds it close to his nose.

"Mmm," he says as he takes in a deep breath of the front cover. "Thanks, Kenma, you're the best!"

"Why'd you want it so bad anyway?" I finally ask him.

Kuroo smirks as he holds open the book and slides it across to me, pointing to one of the pages. Within, holds the most disgusting content. But really, I shouldn't be surprised.

"Porn," I shake my head. "It's fucking porn."

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