#the only other time is when hes a service worker bitch!!

[pussypopstiel]

“Cas in soft sweaters” cas dresses like jesse pinkman to me

#my silly little posts #the times where hes been human or depowered he has looked so raged #the only other time is when hes a service worker bitch!! #dean makes more sense for sweaters because he has those fancy little coats. cas wears the same shit until its falling off

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Milo Quotes

i wanna devour this man so bad. the original version of this is at least triple the length omfg. @mrsmiagreer it’s finally here <3

“From one pretty face to another.”

“Bedroom? Oh. Ohhh. [gremlin giggling]”

“Cute?! You’re gonna come here, into my home, uninvited, and tell me I look cute when I’m mad? First of all sweetheart, you’re damn right I’m cute—“

“Jesus Christ who taught you how to do healing magic, a construction worker with a jackhammer?!”

“Me and Ash give each other shit all the time. He calls me a runt, I call him a bitch bottom, we laugh, we move on.”

“Cuddled up with you, in front of a fire? That’s a one-way ticket to sleepytown, USA, population: this guy.”

“I do not spoil him! Well whaddya want me to do? He’s my lil guy.”

“I swear to god, if I’m lyin I’m dyin, he looks him dead in the eye and says “if concerns about the future of your relationship with Amanda are weighing on you too heavily, I’m sure I can get by with just Milo and Asher here.”

“Are you Lasky?”

“Touch me and your life will be measured in milliseconds. I can see myself out.”

“It’s back. I’m back.”

“And next thing you know, boom, you’re sitting here, a broken man, barefoot with no fucking dress socks.”

“‘So Mr. Greer, what was it that ultimately pushed you over the edge?’ Oh, I don’t know officer, might have something to do with the walking terror I call a mate.”

“So what if I am sappy? I’m running on sleepy middle of the night brain, you get what you get. Shhh. Hush. Don’t you be mean to me. I’m trying to help.”

“He’s a good little dude. Isn’t that right, bub?

“I got to hold my favorite person in the whole world. And only occasionally had to threaten to choke them out.”

“Mmm. You’re cute. Yeah, I called you cute. What are you gonna do about it? Get grumpy? Just makes you look cuter.”

“Do not call them my ‘titties’ you asshole!”

“Personally, I think I’m better at getting clothes off a ya than putting em on, but I’m ever at your service, baby.”

“No no no, don’t do that button. Yeah. Yeah, leave that one undone.”

“There’s my sweetheart.”

“Yeah. Well, it beats for you, sweetheart. A little more sappy shit for the road.”

“There ya go, that looks perfect! Yeah, what you’re wearing right now! You look fucking incredible in it. Yeah, I know you haven’t even started changing into the next look, what’s your point?”

“When I say you’re my mate, I mean it with every inch of me. When I say it, my core lights up like a firework. And when I feel your core answer it, and mirror it back, it feels like the fourth of fucking July in my chest.”

“I mean, obviously we’re gonna look fucking great no matter what, it is us after all”

“Hey, I know Ash is your mate, but would you mind if I use that choke collar you have for him real quick?”

“The power couple”

“And the energizer bunny takes a tumble.”

“And you won’t believe this next part but, uh, as a wolf, I don’t have hands.”

“You don’t have to ask, baby, I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle.”

“You feel like forever in my arms.”

“Oh my god, do they think my house smells weird?”

“I don’t want this for you, baby.”

“These muscles got more knots in em than you had wrapped around you the other night. And that’s saying something.”

“You run through my blood like oxygen, sweetheart.”

“Whose mouth is this?”

“And do not wear that belt, how old is that thing? It looks awful!”

“You’re not alone. I’m here. The pack’s here.”

“You want to see a hissy fit, bootlicker?”

“Cmon, head up. Up for me. There you go. I wanna see this pretty face.”

“Kissing my palm like that… you’re too fucking cute.”

“I just wanna feel you.”

#sorry this took so long #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #bubbler’s top quotes

[blughxreader]

Hello, Darling!

Meet your new yandere boyfriend, Andre 💖💖💗💞💗💞💞💗💗💖💖💗💞💞

He runs a group of dark web businesses that deal illegal items and humans all over the world. He's a hard worker, spending hours into the night on his projects. Andre is perceptive, goal-oriented, and serious, but enjoys being playful with his darling! Even at his busiest, you'll constantly be on his mind.

With Andre, you'll never feel lonely. You’ll either be on his lap or somewhere in the room at all times, so even when he can't pay attention, he can still keep an eye on you. Isn't that sweet? His love language is touch and service. He's always thinking about where to kiss you next, what outfits you'd look good in, and when you can cuddle next! ♡ ♡ ♡ Warnings: Andre is a sadistic and possessive yandere. He doesn't care about the suffering of others, even you. In fact, he wants to see you cry for him! Being the cause of all your strong emotions gets him so riled up!

If you find yourself in trouble with him, expect humiliation , rough sex, and power play. He'd want you to beg for forgiveness. Always use sweet words--be shameless with how much you love him!

He has a God Complex. Never contradict or interrupt him! ♡ ♡ ♡ "Hey... I'm cold. C'mere." "Oh? You like being choked, don't you?" "Why aren't you smiling? It pisses me off I do so much for you, and you can't even muster up a pleasant face."

"At least pretend to be earnest when saying 'I love you.'"

"I'm tired... Go start a bath for us."

"You get off on bleeding, don't you, bitch? That must explain your fucking attitude all day."

♡ ♡ ♡ Andre might seem like a lot, but he truly is down bad for you. You're the only thing he truly loves, and each side of you he sees, his love only grows! ♡ ♡ ♡

Will you date him?

[YES / NO]

Visit the Other Yandere masterlist for more about him!

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[pawnshopbleus]

Miller's Girl - Part One

Professor!Joel Miller x Fem!College Student!Reader Very Loosely based off of the new movie, Miller's Girl, starring Jenna Ortega and Martin Freeman

Summary - Your landlord decides to raise the rent in your studio apartment the day you are fired from your job. In need of money, you sign up for a babysitting service your friend suggested. You didn’t expect to get an offer so quickly, and you also didn’t expect to come from your professor.

Series contains - cursing, mature language, teacher x student relationship, age gap, smut, fluff, angst, non beta read chapters and everything else I forgot to mention

College, no outbreak, and modern AU

The record store in downtown Austin was filled to the brim with people excited to have their items signed by their favorite band. The crowd was a mix of teen girls with their dads and middle-aged men on their lonesome. The band in question was some underground band from the eighties that you had never heard of. 

Your co-worker, Emma, was in charge of keeping the crowd in check while you were manning the register. This wasn’t the first time you had done these signings. In the two years that you have worked here, hundreds of artists have come in and out of those doors. They attract their loyal fans to the store which can give it more publicity and customers. 

Your eyes scan the crowd. It was still pretty full, but the line had stopped trickling out of the doors and onto the sidewalk. You look over at Emma to see her standing with her weight on her left hip and her arms crossed. If you didn’t know her, you would have thought she looked like a bitch, but in all actuality, she is the nicest girl you know. 

The doors open and the bell above it rings. Your boss comes in and surveys the store. His bald head nods as he skims it. Nothing had been stolen and the customers looked happy. When his eyes land on you, your heart drops. You know that look. It was the same look he gave your other co-worker that look right before he fired him. You cross your fingers under the counter and plaster a fake smile on your face. 

Your entire world looks like it’s in slow motion. Your boss steps closer. Each step he takes makes your heart thump in your chest. The sound his thousand-dollar shoes make on the floor sounds like the bombs used on the battlefield. 

You don’t know if you either blacked out or passed out, but the next thing you knew, you were in the staff room gathering your things. This would be the last time you would ever step foot in this record store as an employee, but that should have been the least of your worries. You needed this job. Without it, you won’t be able to afford rent. Luckily, you were smart enough to get a full-ride scholarship for the university you attended, but there were still other expenses that needed to be paid. 

The hallway of your apartment building seemed colder than it usually is. The usual shushing of dogs who aren’t supposed to be in the apartment is replaced with static. The crickets weren’t even chirping. The sound of your breathing brought you out of your tiny rut. At least you were still alive.

The pink paper in front of your door made you stop in your tracks. You could read what it said from where you stood. ‘Rent will be increased to a thousand dollars a month’ was typed out in Times New Roman. Only pretentious bitches type in Times New Roman. 

You were sure that this was the work of the couple that bought the building six months ago. They promised the residents who lived there that the rent would stay the same, but the promise had just been broken. You were worried for yourself, sure, but you were also worried about the elderly people who couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. 

You wish nothing but the worst for the new landlords and make your way into your studio apartment. It’s a mess, just the way you left it this morning. Your cat, Bill, lays outstretched on your couch as if he were the one who just worked eight hours only to get fired at the end of it. 

You flop on your couch and sigh. For the first time in a while, you don’t know what to do. You just got fired and your rent got increased. If you can’t pay rent then you’ll become another homeless college student. Just another statistic to the state and a burden to the university. 

Your phone chimes and you almost cry with joy as you see your best friend’s caller ID flash across the screen. 

You pick up the phone and she begins talking immediately. She goes on and on about some boy she saw a the mall. He had icy blonde hair, but his roots were showing which meant that he wasn’t a natural blonde. This was a good distraction for about a few minutes until you realized that you wouldn’t be able to afford to go to the mall anymore. 

Your hot tears dribbled down your cheeks and fell onto your chest. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Cherry, I just got fired from my fucking job because my boss wants to buy more fucking shoes and my rent just got fucking increased because my landlords are fucking bastards!” You say through tears. “I think I just heard you say ‘fucking’ in that one sentence more times than I have heard you say it in your entire life,” Cherry laughs. 

“It’s not funny, Cherry. I'm going to be homeless!”

“Stop being dramatic. Sign up for flowers for one dot com. It’s a babysitting website where single parents find a babysitter for their children. My cousin did it for about a year and made more money than she does at her regular job.” 

For the first time in a very long time, Cherry gave you actual good advice. She gave you a solution to all of your problems. 

“Thanks, Cher, bye.” You hang up before Cherry has a chance to say goodbye. 

Your phone drops onto the couch and bounces off, falling on the floor. You suck in air through your teeth and grab your phone off the floor. You should be more gentle with it because you can’t afford to get a new one if it breaks. 

Flowers for one dot com was a simple website. It got straight to the point. No fancy explanation of ‘who are we’ or ‘why do we do this.’  You include the fact that you are certified by the Red Cross in CPR and that you are a senior at The University of Texas at Austin. You also add that you are majoring in architecture and the fact that you want to become an interior designer. 

Your profile is up and running in an hour. You look over it again and close your laptop. Your life is falling apart piece by piece, but maybe you should clean up a bit. 

The dirty clothes that were being neglected in the corner of your room are now in your hamper. You can see the hardwood floor that you’ll be paying a thousand dollars a month for. 

Your phone chimes once again, but this time it’s an email from the website. You almost drop your phone again as you read who it’s from. 

Joel Miller, Professor of Architectural Studies at The University of Texas at Austin.

I'm the pretentious bitch that writes in Times New Roman 🙋🏿‍♀️

#joel miller #joel tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #tlou

[pinkykats-place]

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader Insert

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Disclaimers! None of the stories below are mine Many contain mature content Readers are mostly female w/ a few gn

Gif not mine

Say you need me (nsfw)

Shigaraki x fem!Reader

summary: you hadn't been trying to make him jealous, yet the result is just the same      

Milk (nsfw)

Cow Hybrid Sub!Shigaraki x gn!dom!Reader

Warning(s): Cum Eating, Handjobs, Male Lactation, Nipple Play, Slight Degradation  

Coffee and Donuts

Yandere!Shigaraki x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Summart: Shigaraki visits a local coffee shop and normally doesn't like to go often but that changes when he sees a chubby goddess that makes his heart beat faster. You flirt with him, go out of your way to bake for him, tell your co-workers he has pretty eyes. He is obsessed and itching for an excuse to keep you all to himself. 

Warning: Non/con, willing Darling

Thanks For Your Donation! 

Yandere Shigaraki x Female Twitch Streamer Reader

Synopsis:  request, “Please I love that troupe where Shigaraki gets obsessed with a twitch stream and deluded himself into believing they’re together until he finally takes her home”

Yan Shigaraki part 3: Mommy Kink

Tomura x fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, dubcon, mentions of rape, bondage, drugging, kidnapping, blow jobs, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, mind break, manipulation, prostate milking, switching, mommy kink, DARK FIC 

Bath Time

Shigaraki x Fem!Bunny!Reader

Warnings: a little bit of angst from Shiggy, but the rest is completely fluff 

Confessions

Shigaraki Tomura x female Reader

Summary: Shigaraki being nervous about telling reader how he feels because he thinks she won't feel the same

Warnings: soft sex, unprotected sex 

Waking Up (NSFW)

Shigaraki x gn!Reader

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 + 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

cat boy!tomura shigaraki x afab!reader 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hybrid au, owner!reader, service dom!reader, mentions of skin condition and medication, vaginal sex, riding, praise, creampie

I’ll haunt the world inside you

Summary: You don’t remember when Tomura began sneaking into your room at night. It feels like he always has, really. But you do remember asking him why.

He hadn’t done anything yet, hadn’t touched you, hadn’t told you how he felt. He would just come into your room and talk to you about everything and nothing. After a few weeks, the two of you knew everything about each other. You knew Tomura more than you knew yourself, and you were falling completely head over heels for him. You couldn’t stand not knowing why, if this was platonic, or if it was just some weird league bonding thing, but you had to know.

Mommy, Please!

Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader

Contains: mommy kink, breastfeeding kink, submissive Tomura, smut.

Like good big sisters should

Shigarki x Fem reader 

Synopsis: You knew your little brother was a virgin the first day you met and as his big sister you knew you had to take care of that.

My Pleasure

Shigaraki x Reader

Series: Paper Skin

shigaraki tomura x afab!reader

Pervy Neighbor!Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

NSFW FIC

Good For You

Shigaraki x chubby!Reader

Peaches and Cream

Smut ft. Mommy kink & lactation kink

ABO Headcanons

Omega!Tomura x Alpha!reader

❥Warnings: ⚠︎nsfw!⚠︎, sub Shiggy, dom reader, swearing

Shigaraki With His Drunk Crush!

Shigaraki getting caught jerking off to Y/N by Y/N

You’re mine

Shigaraki x fem!Reader

Spoils of War

Shigaraki x f!Reader x Dabi

Summary: [Military AU] It’s not uncommon for officers to play favorites…it is uncommon, however, for two officers to pick the same favorite.

A Burning Heart 

Shigaraki Tomura x F!Reader x Dabi 

Warnings: Angst, abusive relationship, cheating, burn trauma, burn scars, toxic people, reader beats a bitch up 

#shigaraki x reader #reader insert recommendation #fanfic recommendation #reader insert recommendations #tomura shigaraki x reader #fic recs #bnha x reader #mha x reader #tumblr fic rec #tumblr recommendation #shigaraki tomura x fem reader #tumblr fic recs #tumblr recommendations #shigaraki x gn reader #soft shigaraki #shigaraki x chubby reader #shigaraki tomura x bunny reader

[harleehazbinfics]

Oooooh I’m thinking about Cannibal Overlord Readers relationship with Vox in the AU

I think their relationship is far more aggressive than in the normal version. The disputes are more public, Vox definitely insults the reader publicly and tries to embarrass her, and whenever they’re forced to be in the same room and not allowed to fistfight, they’re hella passive aggressive with each other, throwing insults that can be argued as just “astute observations”.

Also just in general, what do the other Overlords think of the reader? I’m just thinking of Valentino trying to get Reader to become one of his workers and Alastor about to kill the moth himself lmao

– @pixelword ❤️

What do Overlords think of you? Cannibal Overlord! Reader x Alastor [cannibal chef! Reader Spin-Off]

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a/n: I LOVE THIS ASK PLS ILY FOR ASKING THIS MAKES ME WANT TO EXPERIMENT WITH READER'S RELATIONSHIP W OTHER PEEPS

Vox

He honestly thinks you're the fakest bitch in existence, and the person asking is right. They're far more aggressive at each other than in cannibal chef. With power at play here and everything, having control over more souls than the other is their main competition.

Cannibal Overlord embodying gluttony while Vox being greed. So, they will never get along ever. This man will attack every possible thing about you, from your clothes, fashion, things you like and your restaurant. It pisses you off when he talks badly about your restaurants, that you painstakingly managed to perfection. Your cute little devils did their best at providing the best service they could possibly give with their cute tiny little brains. You sometimes berate them for their mistakes however, they do their best to fix their mistakes every time. So, you couldn't bare when someone else other than you to scold them. They're dummies but they're your cute dummies.

The one thing that always, always ticks you off is when Vox brings in Alastor to your fights. Vox being a television/media demon and Alastor being the Radio Demon, it was inevitable that they'd cross paths one day. So, within your power you'd shelter Alastor when their little fights get too out of hand. This action of yours being broadcasted over the city, quoting your love over your demon servant. You'd laugh at him however, telling him your love story is much healthier than his and his moth's.

Valentino

He loves your food and style, let's be very clear. He was introduced to your restaurant when Vox couldn't shut up about you and your cheap ass restaurant. So, out of curiosity, he and Velvette snuck out and booked a private table by pulling a few strings. You, after hearing that the two Overlords had taken the time to dine in your establishment, gave them the best service you could offer--which is you serving their meals in their private room. You could say this was your attempt of buying them over from Vox and be on their good side just to tick off the box head.

Valentino and Velvette absolutely loved the attention they received from you and your staff. A quartet playing any of their preferred music, your most recommended menu items, and an expensive brand of alcohol. They of course couldn't help but rate the restaurant in real time as they're being served as chronically online as they were that they couldn't shut their mouths if they wanted to. This reaches the ears of Vox who immediately called them for betraying him, which they of course ignored to avoid being kicked out for being in contact with him at the moment they were in your turf.

After the meal, Alastor joins you in seeing the Overlords off in their limousine. The radio demon fumes as the moth takes your hand and licks up your arm. Which you gave him a fake smile before taking off your apron, wiping your arm and slapping it at him fiercely creating a red mark on the side of his face which he only licks with a sadistic smile and hands you his business card, asking if you were interested in making a film with him. Without a word, you hand it to Alastor who burns it with a smile of his own and politely asks them to leave before he did something about his rudeness.

Velvette

After her visit to your restaurant, she handed you her business card telling you that she was interested in making clothes for you, and that she'd be happy to give them to you as a gift for giving her so much inspiration during her stay. She was impressed with your mannerisms and how confident your held yourself while you wore your chef uniform. So, she thought you deserved to have clothes as an Overlord that showed off their power in a position such as yourself to be designed by her.

You didn't have any reason to refuse so you accepted it, under the request of it being done at your office than at their building. So, she completed the design after getting your sizes taken, you also requested to have a suit done for Alastor too, which she complied to and said she'd give you a matching one with his. After giving them to you, she asked for a selfie with you and your new clothes on to post on her social media account.

You became very good friends after that, you even shit talked about the boys when you had the chance to meet up.

(note: the suit with Alastor was your gift to him for your anniversary)

Rosie

YOU WERE DEFINITE BESTIES WITH ROSIE. Girl boss, Cannibal, great sense of humor, and gossip girlies. What's there to think about?

The both of you loved to share stories about your day to day, and even the latest gossip within the rings and who hooked up with who. You shared information on souls to deal with, or those to stay away from for a while. While you two enjoyed each other's company, you loved inviting Alastor to your get-togethers. He definitely was a girl's girl. He even joins in your gossips and shit talking on Susan.

Rosie feels happy for you when you lean against Alastor when you're together and how you eventually fall asleep when the three of you are together. She feels happy for you in the sense that you didn't have a great life when you were alive, you were cheated on and was left behind by your family, so when you found happiness with them her heart couldn't help but feel full.

"You're quite the lucky charm, Al. She doesn't fall asleep so easily, y'know?"

"? What do you mean? She's always fallen asleep so quickly since I met her."

"Oh really? That's surprising. It's not my place, but since how much she trusts you.. She's quite the insomniac, always working, dealing souls. Y'know overlord stuff. There was never a day where I wouldn't see or hear about her even in the dead of night. So, you're quite special for her to just fall asleep on."

"I see... I'll take that as a compliment."

Camilla Carmine & Zestial

They share the same opinion about you. You were well respected by them, being able to raise the ranks in such a short time was quite a feat when they see a figure as frail as yourself carry the weight of being an Overlord. However, when they saw your power, you undoubtedly deserved that title of yours.

That's to say you were also one of the overlords that were the easiest to talk to during and out of meetings. So, they're quite acquainted with you. They also don't mind your relationship with Alastor, since they also witnessed his prowess behind you.

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[beebeetheclown]

Room Service

Summary: not really any main plot, you just work at a high class hotel Kendall Roy is staying at and end up in his bed.

Tags: Kendall Roy x reader, Kendall Roy x you, age gap, contains smut

Enjoy ;)

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You were at the customer service desk of the hotel when you got the call. “Hey, uh my fuckin’ tv is broken. I paid what, a fuckin’ ton for this hotel and you can’t have a tv working?”

You were used to these types of calls, working at a high class hotel. All of the greedy rich people would only stay there. When they had one tiny problem, they needed to get it fixed asap, to satisfy their “high class needs”.

“Yes sir, sorry about that. I will be up as soon as possible, can I get your room number?”

The guy's voice on the other end seems less aggressive now that he hears your voice, “246.”

“Alright, I’ll be there shortly.” You say before hanging up the phone. You leave the desk and make your way up the elevator. You didn’t know much about tv’s and how to fix them, but your boss was kind of a bitch and made you deal with everything saying, “You should know how to do everything if you want to be a successful worker.” You had hoped it wasn’t too hard of a problem to fix, otherwise, the man would probably get angry with you and tell your boss.

When you knock on the door, it doesn’t take long for the man to answer. He is on the phone and motions for you to come in with his head. You recognized him. You saw him come into the hotel with two others, he was the one guy with that white button-up you had been eyeing upon his arrival. He was hot, you would be lying to yourself if you denied that, but he was rich, and by his phone call demand, you guessed he was just another snobby rich man he only cared about himself, so that turned you off.

When he hangs up the phone it gets quiet before he speaks, “So, they sent you up here to fix this tv I assume?”

You smile politely at him, “Yes sir, what seems to be wrong with it?”

“Uh, it doesn’t fucking turn on sweetheart, that’s the problem.”

You don’t know if you hated or liked his reply, calling you such a name.

“Well, let me see if I can try and figure this out for you sir. My apologies for this trouble.”

You take the remote in your hands and press the on button, facing it at the tv and waiting a couple of seconds.

“I’m not that dumb, “he chuckles, “I’ve tried that already.”

You don’t know what to say to his smartass reply. You had to remain polite, it was your job.

“Right, sorry sir.” You reply then put down the remote as the tv is still black. You walk over to the side of the tv and realise the on button is flashing red. When you click it, it turns green and the tv turns on.

You look over at him and notice that he has a small smile on his face and shakes his head. “That’s all I had to do?”

“Yes, sir.” You say and smile. You try not to laugh at just how clueless rich people could be at times. They are so used to having their maids do things for them. God, do they do anything for themselves? “It should work from now on.”

“Right, well… Thank you. For helping a dummy like me out.” He says with a smile, “sorry to interrupt your schedule.”

“Oh no sir, it’s no problem at all.”

“Are you sure?” He suddenly asks. “You can be honest with me. I’m not going to tell your manager if you break your little sweet act.”

You begin to feel confused, “I’m sorry?”

He chuckles quietly, “I mean come on, you don’t actually like doing this sort of thing do you? You look young, I bet you’d rather be out with friends on a Friday night rather than helping out people like me.”

You feel kind of awkward for some reason, “I go out sometimes, but this is my job. I enjoy my job as well sir. I’m happy to help.”

He smiles then shakes his head again, “how old are you?”

“Sorry?”

“I asked, how old are you.” He says it this time in a slower, and deeper voice.

“I’m 21 sir.” You reply.

“So you’re still just a young little thing. Poor you, stuck at work. I’m sure you’d rather be out right now, or at home?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You say, breaking your little room service act.

“Well, when do you get off?”

You didn’t know what his intentions were at this point. Was he asking these personal questions as a way to flirt with you or was he just that clueless and how suspicious they all sounded.

“Not for another 5 hours. It’s one of those late night shifts.”

He clicks his tongue, “Poor thing. If I was your age, I’d be pissed off for having to do late night shifts on such a nice night like tonight.”

“Why, how old are you?” You ask out of nowhere, you immediately regret asking.

“I’ll be 33 in a couple of months.” He smiles.

You nod your head and feel as if you need to get out of the room now, embarrassed from asking him for his age.

“Well, I must go now sir, if you have any more problems, just call the customer service desk, we’ll be sure to help.”

“Alright, well thank you again.” He says. You had been with him for so long now that his voice was starting to turn you on. You keep quiet as he follows you to the door. As you exit, you tell him to have a goodnight and then walk away, not being able to be near him anymore.

His room smelt of cologne mixed with mint and wood. His voice was so attractive. His plain white button-up shirt was so basic but yet so attractive to you.

About an hour has passed before you are switched over to be the wine server in the little bar area. You liked this job a lot better than customer service. You didn’t have as many annoying complaints to deal with. You grab another wine bottle from the bar and walk it around tables, asking people if they’d like to try a glass. As you are pouring a glass of it at a table you glance up at the next table and see him again. He hasn’t seemed to notice you yet.

When you walk over to the table, you grow nervous then clear your throat before you speak. “Hello good evening, would you like to try some of our special champagne tonight?” You say with a smile that hides your anxiousness. You study the two other people that are with him. There is a pretty girl with short red hair and another rich looking guy with his hair kind of swept to the side.

“Well, look who it is. My little tv fixer upper.” The one guy jokes. “Did you get switched over to this job now?”

“Uh, yeah… they switch us around often.” You reply.

He smiles up at you and it gets awkwardly quiet.

“Okay you two have definitely fucked.” The other boy says, looking between the two of you, breaking the silence. You are taken back a little by such a reply. Before you can speak, the guy in the white button-up speaks.

“Rome, can you fuck off. Leave the poor girl alone.” He says, “I’m sorry about him sweetheart, we’d love to try some of your champagne.”

You just awkwardly smile then pour each of them a glass.

“There you are.” You say then when they thank you, you walk away. You pass other tables and just walk back to the bar and sit down. You needed to think of that one boy's snarky reply. Even if it was a joke, it made you think. Why would he joke about something like that? Did you make it obvious that you were attracted to his friend?

Before you can get caught in your thoughts any longer, the attractive one walks up to you and sits down.

“Hey, I’m sorry about him alright?”

“No, don’t be sir.”

“Kendall.” He says with a smile.

“What?” You ask awkwardly.

“You can call me Kendall. You don’t need to call me sir, even though I did get kind of used to it.”

“Okay… well, Kendall, don’t be sorry about it really, it’s no big deal.”

“He’s my brother. He can be a bit weird at times, says whatever he wants out loud most of the time, thinking it’s okay.”

You laugh a little, “It’s not that big of a deal, I mean it sir.” You pause, “Kendall, I mean.”

He smiles then takes a sip of his drink, “you don’t have a name tag, how am I supposed to know what to call you?”

You look down at your dress then realise you had forgotten your name tag, “Oh shoot. I usually wear one, I guess I forgot.”

He chuckles, “Well tell me your name, you can’t just make me guess.”

When you tell him your name, he repeats it again softly, “that’s very pretty you know? Your boyfriend is lucky to have a girl like you. A pretty name, a nice personality, and a nice smile.” He says. He was using the boyfriend trick. Trying to get you to say if you had a boyfriend or not by not asking you the question directly. He keeps his eyes on you, waiting for your reply.

“Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“No? How come? I’m sure a bunch of boys just go crazy for you.”

“I mean maybe, but I tend to turn them down.” You admit.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, they don’t satisfy me.”

“Don’t satisfy you?” He questions, “in what ways?”

You take a second to reply, “many ways.” You say quietly and smile.

“Oh, I see.” he replies, “what are you into then? Being so picky?” He jokes.

You don’t really know what to do. You consider flirting with him. There was no way he wasn’t acting this way for no reason. You remember hearing that he was only staying for one night as you heard him checking in. So if flirting with him went wrong, you’d never see him again. So you gave it a shot.

“Well let’s see,” you begin, “I may be into short hair. Maybe men that are on the richer side, with a nice voice and… maybe who also happen to wear white-pullover shirts.”

An evil smirk slowly appears on his face as he looks in your eyes then down at your lips. “Are you describing me? Is that what I’m getting at here?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

Your reply makes him hard.

“Are you?” He says lowly.

‘Maybe I am.”

He looks down at your lips again then lets out a huff of air through his nose, “You know, I was having troubles with my tv again. Since you're such an expert, why don’t you come and help me with it again.” He asks then his face comes closer to yours, “what do you say?”

You smile at him. Was this really all happening? Your boss would kill you, your coworkers would judge you for “hanging around” with one of the hotel guests. You just couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him.

“Sure. I could see what I could do,” you reply then whisper, “I’m happy to help my guests with their needs.”

He smiles, getting more turned on now, “I knew I’d be able to break that shyness away from you. It’s cute when you’re shy, but I have to say, I think I like this side of you better.”

Before you know it, you are following Kendall to his room. As you’re in the hallway, following behind him, he reaches back to take your hand. He is now practically pulling you along with him.

You wait for his key card to click and when it does, he pulls you inside. “You know, employees aren’t supposed to do this sort of thing with guests.” You tease.

He plays along, “what, fix my tv?”

You look at him then let out a soft laugh. “Right, your tv. Let me see if I can fix it for you.”

The both of you know the tv works just fun, it was fun to just play your little games. When the tv turns on you look at him before turning it off again.

“Hm, seems to be working just fine, sir.”

“How strange.” He chuckles.

“Anything else you need help with sir?”

“Yes actually, there is.” He steps closer to you now and puts his hand on your waist, “is this ok? Do you want me to keep going? You know, I suggest you do, to.. satisfy your guests.”

“Yes Kendall.” Is all you can manage to say.

Both hands are on your hips now, “I know I told you you can call me by my name,” he says before he brings his lips close to your ear, “but I think I like it when you call me sir.”

You take a deep breathe in at the feeling of his warm breath. “Make up your mind.” You tease and whisper back.

“I want you to call me sir until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes sir.” You say. The reason why he enjoyed the words “sir” falling from your lips so much was because it made him feel empowered. It added onto this little cat mouse game you were playing, the little housekeeper and rich man fantasy.

“I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what you want baby.”

“I want… I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckles hearing you blurt out such a thing, “I didn’t know you’d give in so easily.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

“No, why are you sorry? I’m glad you are giving yourself to me so easily.” He replies touches your cheek, “I’m going to need you to take your clothes off, can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You say quietly than you feel his grip on your hip tighten, “sir. Yes sir.”

“Good. Good girl.”

You look up at him as you begin to slide the straps of your little dress down your shoulders. He now sits on the bed and watches you undress, with an evil smirk on his lips. When you are left in your bra and panties he speaks again,

“So, a man has never satisfied you huh?”

You shake your head.

“Why’d you agree to come up here with me then?”

“Because… I think, you can satisfy me sir. I’ve got a good feeling I guess. Even though you are a guest at my hotel, there’s camera you know? They’ll see me go into your room if they watch it back.”

“Uh huh and that’s no problem. You’re in here to fix the tv, for about 30 minutes… or all night.” He says with a chuckle.

“All night?”

“Yeah, I’ll make sure I satisfy you baby. Even if that takes us all night.” With that, he gets up and then picks you up to practically throw you onto the bed.

You look up and see that he is now undressing. Taking everything off in a quick manner. He can’t even fully pull his dress pants down before he is leaning down to kiss you. You kiss him back, slipping your tongue in his mouth with need.

You help him unbutton his shirt then speak into his lips, “I want you to keep this shirt on, please Ken- sir. Please sir.”

“You’re something else.” He says in satisfaction. “Yeah, you want me to keep this on?”

“Yes. I want you to fuck me with your expensive shirt that you paid a crazy amount for because rich people are crazy.” You chuckle.

“Rich people are crazy?” He smiles.

“Uh huh. So crazy. How much did you even pay for that shirt, $100?”

He chuckles, “more than that sweetheart,” and he kisses you again. “A lot more.”

You whimper in his mouth. The fact that you were almost nude underneath a man that was wearing an outfit that most definitely cost more than your rent made you fold.

Soon he stands up again, removing everything now expect for his button-up, leaving it on but unbuttoned.

He pulls at your panties and you raise your hips so he can remove them and throw them on the floor. You can’t wait any longer and you arch your back and undo your bra yourself, throwing it to join the clothes on the floor.

His fingers begin to play with your clit then they slide down to your cunt. Fucking you with them lightly to get you ready for his cock.

You whimper our at the feeling of pleasure before he laughs a little then pulls his fingers away, to open the condom he had in his hands.

“You brought a condom on a sibling trip?” You joke.

“I bring one with me everywhere sweetheart. In case I meet a pretty girl just like you.”

This probably meant he has met up with a lot of women in his life, but you didn’t care in that moment. He was with you now and only you, that’s all that mattered.

He strokes himself a couple of times when he rolls it on.

“You sure you want this?” He asks, his tip at your cunt now.

“Yes sir.” You practically whine out.

He smiles one more time before he looks down and watches himself as he grinds his hips into you. He doesn’t go super slow, not letting you fully adjust to his size, he just fits himself all the way in.

You both moan out as your hips meet and he pulls out to thrust forward again. Beginning to find a pleasureable pace.

When you continue to moan out softly everytime your hips meet, he speaks.

“You’re so beautiful. So fucking pretty when your under me like this.” He breathes out as he ticks hair behind your ear. “You like this? Does that feel good?” His voice is a little shaky as he continues to thrust his hips.

“Yes sir. So fucking good. Don’t stop, oh please don’t stop.”

Hearing you call him sir while he fucks you, he can’t help but fuck you faster, in a harsher pace. He grabs into your hips now.

The sounds of your wet skin slapping together and his little grunts and breaths echoing through the room makes you through your head back.

“You poor little girl. Not having any guy give you want you need. You deserve everything, deserve to be fucked properly just like this.” Is the last thing he says before he is now leaning in and on his forearms, fully on top of you. His abdomen comes to brush against your clit everytime he drives his hips back and forth, making you squeal in pleasure.

“Oh Ken- I.. I can’t.” Is the only thing you can breathe out.

“Just a little longer honey. You’re doing so good for me, so fucking good baby.” He says in your ear before his forehead is pressing against your shoulder.

“I want you to say my name when you come,” he continues, “can you do that for me? Say my name when you come so I can never forget your pretty little voice call out my name.”

You continue you whine and whimper out and he feels himself coming close, needing for you to come.

“I’m so.. close.” You cry out.

“Come on baby. You can do it. Come for me,” he says in an out of breath grunt, “come for me honey.”

And that’s all it takes you to come undone underneath him. You grab onto his button-up and grip it hard as you throw your head back while sweet moans and whimpers leave your lips.

“Say my name, oh shit baby, please say my name.”

You cry out his name like you’ve never done with anyone else before “Ken… Kendall!”

“Yeah there you go, just like that.” He sounds more and more out of breathe now as he is coming close, sweat dripping off his forehead and landing on yours “Just. thrust like. thrust that.”

It only take him a few more thrusts before they become more sloppy and he is stilling inside you. Holding your hips so you stay still as he spills into the condom.

You catch your breath as he is still on top of you. He chuckles a little at how good you just felt and kisses your lips before pulling out of you and laying beside you.

“I could fuck you all night if that were possible.” He jokes.

You giggle, “well too bad it’s not possible.” Your roll over to face him, “I think it’s safe to say you satisfied me Kendall.”

He smiles and plays with your hair, “yeah, I could tell.” He teases. “You were so good. I think I could take you everyday and not get tired of it. You should come to New York with me tomorrow.”

You’re not sure if he’s joking or not. “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious.” He says with a smile.

“Ken, I can’t just fly to New York tomorrow. I have work, I have family, friends here.”

“Okay well how about a week from now?”

“I don’t know.” You laugh, “but for now, how about this. You can keep my panties, you know, for a souvenir.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He laughs softly, “I think I’d like that.”

He kisses you again, and you kiss him back.

A month later, you are in New York City, sleeping naked in his bed while he lays beside you, holding you close.

#kendall roy #jeremy strong #fanfic #ao3 #kendall roy smut #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x you #fanfiction #succession

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best friends with Johnny Knoxville...

not my gif

note: im so pissed why is this so short :/

...

request?: yes

contains: profanity, pretty sure thats it

masterlist

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• probably the most reckless duo on earth

• people get scared whenever the two of you are in a room together

the two of you are ALWAYS up to something. rather it be pranking each other or the crew, or having stupid ideas and going thru with them without thought. you guys are unpredictable.

• matching shoes omg

• or lil friendship necklaces (like the ones with half and half of a heart)

you guys have multiple friendships bracelets, necklaces, rings, ect, but, they break hella easy so you both have a bunch of half heart charms that read "best friends forever" laying around your houses

• get mistaken for a couple A LOT

once a rumor first started going around, you and Johnny were quick to shut it down. you both saw each other as siblings almost, so seeing rumors about the two of you dating kinda grossed both of you out

• probably end up hosting a show together

or a radio show. it was one of those 3 am ideas that the both of you took a lil too seriously.

• he brings you on set all the time

• but he won't let you do any of the stunts.

even when a stunt is in progress, he'd make sure that you were far away enough so you weren't in harms way. he says that "no one wants to watch a girl get hurt" because its "not funny".

• literal fights because of it

• having hotel room sleepovers

annoying the room service workers to death, prank calling people, leaving the room every other minute to go get ice (having an excuse to run down the halls), accidentally getting locked out, having to bother the room service workers even more.

• constantly calling each other names

like "bitch, whore, dumbass, idiot, stupid, moron" literally any insulting name you guys can think of, thats just the way you two talk to each other

• yelling at each other

yelling at each other so much that it sounds like an argument to everyone else around you, but to the both of you it sounds like you're having a regular every day conversation

• "talking shit" behind each other's backs (as jokes, you guys love each other to death)

like:

"Ugh, Knox is so fuckin' annoying, I wish he'd leave me alone"

"Then stop hanging out with him"

"No, he's my best friend, I'd never"

• taking his sunglasses

sometimes you take it without asking, sometimes he gives them to you because you complain about the sun being in your eyes, sometimes he gives them to you to hold while he does stunts. you two practically share sunglasses.

• late nights at corner stores

omg, going to get slushies, snacks, milkshakes. literally mini grocery shopping trips. once, you two got a little too carried away and ended up spending over 100 dollars on snacks. the workers hate you guys.

• him cutting your hair while you're sleeping

a bit thingy for jackass, instead of buzzing your hair, he took a pair of scissors and "gave you a trim". he left before you could wake up. so when you did wake up, you got out of bed to see a chunk of your hair and a pair of scissors on the nightstand.

• being menaces at hotels omg

running down the halls, ding dong ditch, prank calling other rooms, actually getting the police called once or twice, having races (one person takes the elevator and one person takes the steps to see who would get to the next floor first)

• if you guys sit next to each other, theres no way the two of you are gonna be quiet.

you guys are always joking about something, even if you aren't talking, you're doing something that makes the other person laugh, you guys got yelled at for doing it during an important meeting. now you're not allowed to sit next to each other during business meetings.

• secret handshakes

• like multiple

every other month, the two of you make up a new hand shake that'll only last about a week. you guys forget about them all the time 😭

• having a playlist of songs that the two of you constantly listen to

its always

"Hey, listen to this new song i like."

"HOLY FUCK, YOU LIKE THAT SONG TOO?"

and it becomes both of your favorite songs.

so you're practically sharing a music taste.

• ight thats all i got :)

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville imagines #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville imagine #jackass #jackass headcanons #slay

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Isolation - Yandere!Rafael Barba x reader

requested by @detectivebarba

summary: After you are shot while on duty, Rafael manipulates both you and the SVU squad to get what he wants.

warnings: shooting, bullet wound, reader is hospitalized, angst, lying, manipulation

A single shot rang out, causing you to turn your head towards where the commotion was coming from. Your service weapon was drawn, but you didn't have time to shoot. The bullet hit you right below your chest.

You slammed into the ground with a groan. Pain ricocheted through your body, but you knew you were lucky. Your vest had caught the bullet.

"11-41, we got an officer down. I need a bus to Irving and East 17th ASAP," you heard Sonny call over his radio.

Liv was on the ground next to you in a flash. She had pulled your vest off and was examining the damage.

"It looks like the vest caught most of the damage. You're going to be fine, (y/n)," Liv assured you.

You watched from the ground as Amanda and Fin apprehended the shooter and wrangled him into the backseat of the squad car.

"P-please c-call Raf," you rasped, and Liv nodded. Your breathing sounded erratic and you were coughing and wincing in pain. Sonny turned around, bending down to the other side of you.

"I think you've got a punctured lung, (y/n)," Carisi explained.

Your eyes widened and tears threatened to spill from them. You couldn't speak, so you only shook your head vigorously.

Liv stood up and dialed Rafael's number. She wasn't looking forward to breaking the news to him, as he was extremely protective of you.

"The vest caught the bullet, but it looks like they have some broken ribs and they're having trouble breathing. I know, Rafa. We'll meet you at Mercy."

—

Everything became a blur once you were loaded into the ambulance. Liv rode with you while Sonny drove the squad car to Mercy. Fin and Amanda were booking the shooter and finishing the paperwork, but promised to come to visit as soon as they could.

A flustered Rafael was already sitting in your room once you were brought back from your emergency surgery. He stood up as soon as he saw the nurses wheeling your hospital bed back in.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, concern thick in his voice.

"Better, now that I can actually breathe. Hey, where is everyone else?" you asked, looking around your private room. There were already four vases of flowers, but no one else was there besides your boyfriend and the two nurses hooking up your IV bags.

"They'd only let one person in at a time, so I told them I was your husband. I'll go out and tell everyone that you're awake and out of surgery, though," Rafael promised.

He leaned over, kissing you on the forehead and smiling at you before he exited the room.

—

Rafael was stunned at just how many NYPD employees had showed up to support you. He walked into the lounge and guessed there had to be at least thirty people. There were lots of beat cops, mostly people he recognized as old friends and co-workers of yours.

He spotted Liv and Sonny standing in a corner with Chief Dodds and IAB Captain Tucker. Rafael approached them and took a deep breath.

"They're out of surgery and conscious. They don't want any visitors, though. Any idea why that son of a bitch would do this?" Rafael said, clenching his jaw in anger.

"Fin and Rollins are workin' on it, but we got nothin' so far," Sonny explained.

"No visitors? Any idea why?" Liv asked, narrowing her eyes.

"They said they didn't want to see any of you. I'm pretty sure they're planning on leaving the squad after this. I'm sorry."

" Well, give them these if you could, counselor. It's from all of us down at 1PP," Tucker explained, handing Rafael a bouquet.

"I will, thank you," Rafael nodded, taking the flowers.

"And these, my ma made an emergency cannoli batch when she heard," Sonny added, shoving a Tupperware container into Rafael's other hand.

Rafael couldn't wait to get back into your room, take your phone and block each and every one of them. He would take care of you and nurse you through your recovery without the squad to bother him.

He was quite proud of this plan he'd set into motion. He paid the shooter handsomely, as he would be serving a few years in prison. It was airtight, nothing could be tracked back to him. And now, you were all his.

—

You woke up from your nap and turned to your left side, where Rafael was sitting. He was texting something on his phone and hadn't noticed you'd woken up.

"Rafa?" you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Hey, baby. You have a good nap?"

"Yeah. Did anyone come by to visit?" you asked. You wanted to see your friends more than anything.

"Just Tucker to drop off some flowers," your boyfriend explained.

You frowned, glancing out the window at the New York skyline. You got shot, broke two ribs and your lung collapsed, and your friends couldn't even bother to come see you in the hospital?

"I'll call Liv, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. Maybe they think I'm still in surgery or something," you said, grabbing your phone from the tray table beside you.

You clicked on Olivia's contact and tried to press the call button, but your call was immediately rejected.

"That's weird," you remarked, and tried again. Again, the call rejected.

You narrowed your eyes and tried Sonny's contact. Then Amanda. Then Fin. All rejected calls. You turned your phone off, tears welling up in your eyes. Why would they ice you out like this?

"I'm sorry (y/n), but they don't want to hear from you or see you. I tried to call them earlier and only Liv answered. She said you're off the squad. I'm really sorry," Rafael explained, standing up from his seat and moving to stand over your hospital bed. He wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at you with an expression of pity.

"Why would they do this?" you sobbed, covering your eyes with your hands.

"Once you get out of here, I'll move you into my apartment. I'll take care of you, okay? I promise," Rafael said, smiling at you and bending over to give you a hug. He would always protect you, and you would never have to know the truth.

#rafael barba x reader #law and order svu x reader #yandere rafael barba #yandere law and order svu #rafael barba #law and order svu #law and order svu imagine #svu x reader #barba x reader

[gelatinouscubed]

Oh the Weather Outside is (Cold and Wet)

Wrote another one! Only about 1-2k words again, but it's Elliot's turn this time. The weather where I live is just rainy and freezing and horrible, so what else can I do but subject my ocs to it?

Cw: Customer service job

“Syl, If I have to make another peppermint mocha, I want you to drown me with the cold foam in front of the customer that orders it.”

Next to Jay, he hears his coworker chuckle at his grousing, cut off half-way by the espresso machine whirring to life. Jay shoves a cake pop into a bag with an unnecessary amount of force as it clicks back off, and Sylvia passes him with a half-full cup.

“Have you ever tried one? They're pretty good.” She offers, mixing some drink off to the side. Jay moves to the edge of the bar, sets the cake pop down and yells out a name. He doesn't stop to see if it's grabbed before he heads back in.

“If you ever catch me drinking anything mint flavored I want you to shoot me. I'm pretty sure I got peppermint syrup in my nose at some point, all I can smell is mint. Why can't people just order a hot chocolate for once or something?” He grumbles, just at the volume level for Sylvia to hear.

She shrugs, putting something in the oven.

“Holiday drinks will sell. You've worked here long enough to know that.”

Jay rolls his eyes.

“I can still bitch about it.”

“You're just mad you can't listen to music right now. No reason to blame other people because you left your phone at home.”

Jay grumbles something annoyed under his breath. His coworker kicks his ankle, just light enough to not really hurt.

“You're not even supposed to be listening to music when there's customers anyway.”

The male scoffs. “Not like you're gonna tattle on me if I do. And I know you've put vodka in your Stanley before so even if you do, I'm taking you with me.”

Despite the threat of blackmail, Sylvia laughs, knowing the threat is empty. She simply shrugs and shifts back to the drinks she's manning.

Jay's focus moves to whatever overly complicated drink he's stuck making, hearing Sylvia doing the same at the other end of the bar. When the door dings open, he glances at her, then at the door.

With a sigh he lifts his head up just enough to project his voice. “Hi welcome to Starbucks, I'll be with you in a minute!”

Instead of any verbal response, he hears shuffling, then a sharp intake of breath.

“Hiih-hihhh’TSCHhh! Hehh'ngKCHhh!!”

Those sneezes sound… familiar.

Forgoing his drink for a moment, Jay's head peeks from over the bar. Sure enough, standing there, absolutely soaked, is his roommate Elliot.

The man notices Jay staring at him from the corner of his eye, and shoots him a smile. One hand waves at his friend, while the other rubs at his nose with a knuckle.

“Hey, Jay! Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time.” Elliot comments as he nears the bar.

Jay looks him over, and lets out an incredulous laugh, unable to stop concern from bleeding into his expression.

“Jesus, what happened to you?”

Elliot sniffles, and gestures to the window. “It started pouring like ten minutes ago. Forgot my umbrella.”

The Starbucks worker lets his eyes trail over to the window, only now noticing the pounding rain against the glass.

“Huh. Guess it is.” His eyes move back to Elliot, tracing the edges of his shivering frame, and sopping hair and clothes.

“You're not wearing a coat? It's like 40 degrees outside.”

Elliot shrugs, hand coming up to scrub at his nose again as it scrunches up.

“Honestly I di-hiiih-didn't think it'd be thahaah- hiiih'gnTSCHhh! Hiihh’nNTSHChh!” He suddenly snaps forward into his elbow, tiny droplets of rain decorating the tiled floor around him as his soaked hair swings.

As Elliot sniffles through the aftermath with a sort of pinched and uncomfortable expression Jay doesn't see from him very often, the short man gets closer, leaning over the counter. He looks up, and pauses, the two of them making eye contact.

While Jay is aware Elliot isn't someone to shy away from physical touch, Jay… very much is. Even so, though, he finds his hand moving at his side, and up. Next to Elliot's face, it sits, hesitating, but then gently smooths away wet hair stuck to the side of his friend's cheek.

His fingers just barely brush against the skin, and yet it's enough to send a shiver trickling down Elliot’s frame. Jay's face scrunches into a scowl.

“You're fucking freezing.” His voice is soft despite his expression, and Elliot can't help but smile even as the shorter boy pulls away.

“Well, it's my fault. I didn't check the weather before I got in the car.”

Jay's eyes narrow. “Why are you even here anyway, shouldn't you be in class right now?”

“Oh, the professor got into a car accident and canceled class.” He answers, much too nonchalantly for the content of the sentence.

“Oh, shit, are they alright?”

“She said she'd be alright to teach on Friday so I figured she must bhehh- hiiih- hoh. Damn, it's gone.” He grumbles, punching and rubbing his nose between his fingers.

Jay looks away, noting Sylvia eyeing him with equal parts curiosity and confusion.

“So, what, you drove all the way out to campus to get a coffee?” He asks, facing Elliot again. The man in question seems to realize something at that, and begins rummaging through his pockets.

“Ah- no, actually I came to bring you this.” He explains, holding something out to Jay.

The barista takes it, and his eyes go wide.

“Oh… you um, you noticed I forgot.” He comments, grasping his phone and earbuds in his palm. Elliot keeps the focus of his gaze anywhere else.

“I know you'd just be complaining about it if I didn't. Pretty sure you have your earbuds in more often than you don't.”

Jay chuckles, shoving the items in his pocket. He opens his mouth to thank his friend, but as he looks up, sees Elliot's face screwed in plain discomfort, lips just barely parted.

“S-sorry, Iihh-hiiih’NGKT! Iiihh'NGgxt!” He cuts himself off by pinching his nose between his fingers, tilting away from Jay to keep the younger man out of the crossfire.

Jay can't help the concern that comes soon after, reaching for Elliot's hand to pull it away.

“Dude stop, you're gonna burst a blood vessel like that.” He admonishes, earning an exasperated, stuffy huff from Elliot.

"Ndot happe'd yet.” He retorts, congestion leaking into his voice now. He turns away again.

“Hehh’inGCSHh- hiih… hiih’nnGTSchh!!” Jay watches Elliot snap forward again, face buried in his hands. Droplets fall from his still wet hair as he sneezes, then shudders, reminding Jay that his friend is not only still soaking wet, but it's not exactly the warmest both in the building and outside.

The barista can feel his co-worker's eyes boring into the back of his head, his impromptu break nearing much too long. However, the sound of a door in the back swinging open is music to his ears. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see his manager, Erin, leaving the restroom, walking towards the register.

With little hesitation, he quickly unties his apron and haphazardly tosses it on a hook.

“Taking lunch!” He yells back, stepping around and out from behind the counter.

He ignores his boss and Sylvia's slight surprise at his sudden break, beelining to Elliot.

“Alright, back to the car.” He announces to Elliot as the man scrubs at his nose with the edge of his jacket sleeve, pausing in confusion at Jay's hasty exit.

“Wait, hold on-” Jay is already pushing Elliot out of the store with one hand while snatching his bag and rummaging through it with the other, deaf to Elliot's confusion.

“You're gonna get pneumonia if you stay in those wet clothes, man. So, you're gonna go home and change and like, make herbal tea, or something. You've got some of that healthy shit in the cabinets, right?” He asks rhetorically, pushing Elliot out the doors.

There's a sudden whoosh behind Elliot, and he looks over to see Jay opening an umbrella, before holding it out to him.

“There. Just give it back to me when I get home, ‘kay?”

Surprised, Elliot stares at the offering for a couple seconds.

“Um… wond't you ndeed that when you get off work?” He asks, sniffling again.

Jay shakes his head, practically pushing the umbrella into Elliot's hands.

“I'll be fine, employee parking is right at the front so I'll only be walking for 5 seconds or so.”

Though he hesitates, the explanation must be satisfactory for Elliot, since he accepts the offered coverage.

“You're uh, you're not gonna get fired for leaving like that, right?”

Jay scoffs.

“What, like it'll be that hard to find another shitty minimum-wage customer service job? They're short-staffed anyway, plus I technically didn't break any rules. Just took my break without permission.” He says with a shrug, trying to ease Elliot's worries.

The taller man eventually sighs, rubbing a knuckle against the underside of his nose.

“Alright. Thanks.”

“Hey, it's no big deal. You would've done the same for me.” Jay offers with a small smirk, nudging his friend.

With a couple pats on Elliot's shoulder, Jay pushes him off.

“Now go home idiot! If you get sick from this, I'm hiding the cold medicine.” He yells out the empty threat, waving Elliot off, who turns, smiles, and heads back to his car.

As Jay turns around, he can hear another set of two, breathy sneezes from the parking lot. He laughs under his breath, his hand moving to his pocket, feeling the phone and earbuds resting inside.

“Can't believe that guy.”

#oc writing #snz #snz blog #snzblr #snz kink #snz ocs #jellys ocs #jellys writing

[uter-us]

service worker radfem ramble - "karen"

i don't care if there are 100 snippy women or "karens" at work because every single man that is a bad customer is SCARY. I can be annoyed w a rude or bossy female/woman customer, but only a grown ass middle aged man will yell at some tiny 16yr old girl at 9:56pm on a tuesday in the dark outside for closing the boba shop 4 minutes early. (this was a real experience. fyi my manager was inside and was the one who told me to lock the door! i was following my manager's orders!!!)

im 17 and just quit my restaraunt job, and I noticed there are a lot more pissy irritable female customers than male ones, but you know what else I noticed? who was holding the baby? who ordered for the kids? who was on the phone managing plans?

even outside of the restaraunt, time and time again we see women carrying the family (figuratively and literally), doing the domestic labor, juggling schedules, even carrying the emotional load of her husband. women have it HARD, so honestly I'm going to be patient, because I have to consider all of the invisible labor women do, and if a woman is tired and irritable and pissy after all of that (every damn day) then who am I to judge her?? she can be mad her food had onions she didn't ask for, or she only got two sauce packets instead of three. women's lives are laborious, and if at the end of the day they are worn out and impolite, im literally not gonna cry about it

also side note but at my restaraunt job every day one of my male coworkers (he was in his 50s probably) would touch and hug and wrap his arm around me and make weird jokes to the customers about me and constantly tell me and my other coworkers that I was sosoososo pretty and polite and such a "good girl"-- literally I will take an annoying female customer over THAT creep any day. (that gross grown man was part of the reason i left!) at my job before that at the boba shop, I had a p0rnsick coworker who would insert weird k1nk references and call me and my other female coworker bitches and cunts, and then in the next breath talk about how he's into degrading women during sex. me and the other girl my age would sit and talk on our shifts together about how we wondered if he thought about calling us those names when he m4sturb4ted. YUCK!

i understand that it's the norm to have "karens" and annoying customers that are women, but let's be real yall, we can simultaneously know its important to be kind to service workers AND recognize that those women aren't doing nearly the damage the harassment and intimidation (sexual and otherwise) men do to women. I will take a "karen" over any of those men any day

#radfem #radical feminist safe #sex based oppression #male socialization #radical feminism #mvawg #male violence #terfsafe #not j a reblog tag

[lappel-du-vide83]

Trash of the count's family has been living rent free in my head for the past month so here have me LOSING MY MIND OVER HIM <3

Warning this is quite long and has swears and only starts at around chapter 300

See if you can guess what was happening ;)

Tcf rants

Chap 355 ERUHABEN PROTECTING CALE AND RAON I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

352 why do I have no money? JSOWPWHEJEN PEPEFUCK YOUFUCKYOUFYUCKYOUm

And omg eruhaben picked him up LIKE A WET CAT WJWIOWQP

Like some point of record introduction is where the video call unbutton happens way before 350 why did I have to find calberu so late

OMG krs life is so sad " you were meant to die" 394

424 He and I are happy as well gahhhhhh cale crying stop QnQ

When you try to pay attention to the villains monologue but the voices in your head won't shut up 446

464  piggyback super funny bro gets carried like a haystack

485 self doubt is a bitch

BUT CALE RESOLVES IT THE VERY NEXT CHAPTER OMFG THAT WAS SO UGHHHHH <33333

THE BAIT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER AHHHH THERE'S NO SERVICE HERE

BRO that one chapter pls just LET HIM Cook

OMG "Please. Hyung-nim. I trust my smart hyung-nim.’

What in the goofy fuck is this arc (naru von ellejan)

543 was kinda cute dkwhy

582 The FEELS OMG LSH AND CALE HUG WJSIWPWPQLLQ

595 cale? Sparring? Training his physical body?? Impossible

601 BDAY CHAPTER YAYAAYy ALSO CALE HON NO STOP HURTING

602 ."God. You must have seen me die today." Holy fucking shit my dudes

"Cale had started at some point to caress Alberu’s mane whenever he had the time." kuxiydsljxkysiysitzjgzkyxou pls and thank you

Ws needs to STOP

605 ‘Even though he tells us to live, why?! Why?! Why does he push himself overboard each and every time?!’ WHY IS HE SO TRAGIC also choi han almost screaming cale instead of roksoo

"Choi Jung Soo looked as if he was about to cry as he responded to the weak voice." ubc am shakibg

Taerang is so funny omg

609 RAON IS JUST LIKE HIS DAD

612 ALBERU GOT A GUN

Let me see what you have

A gun

NO

613 "brightly as young Cale used to smile." awwwww

622 HIM SMILING BRIGHTLY OMGOMGOMG

623 "The Henituse household’s number one priority during that battle was-

‘To make sure that Cale survives.’" :OOOOOOOOO

The misunderstandings lmfaooo

626 ON AND HONG PART OF THE MOLAN HOUSEHOLD

LMFAO FREDO CALLING CALE SON AND THEN BASEN LILY AND VIOLAN LOSING IT

628 did not know duke deruth was chill like that

Poor guy cale bruh new member to caleism

644 Excuse me noble sacrifice???? Bitch you better not

646 INSTANTTTT

HE BETTER BE FINE "called the beginning and the end of everything." ISTG CALE IF YOU DIE

"Raon swore in the exact same manner as Cale before heading toward the terrace." RAON IS SO CUTE

652 RECONNECTION???? YOOOOO

655 THEY MEET AAGIN

656 STOP THIS HURTS ME BUT OMG OG CALE NOW KRS IS SO SJWOPWW

OMG why are they so wholesome to each other???

His mom bro omfg I am tearing

669 damn he's cold. But ig it's war bruh you gotta cold through the mess

670 just stab yourself they said. It'll be easy they said. BRO WHAKANDA REQUIREMENT IS THAT

671 AHH ANCIENT POWERS CALLING CALE " our kid"

The absolute disregard “Man, you talk to me so disrespectfully.”

680 THAT IS INSANE NO FUCKING WAY BRO

681 BRO DID HE JUST BITCHSLAP WS HE IS SO COOL THAT WAS EPIC

684 'cales in danger'? YOU FOOLS HE IS THE DANGER

And alberu spinning the gun??? How did he get so cool with it

685 MF JUST SOLOED THE WS THROUGH SHEER BLUFF HE IS SO OP

686 THIS PLACE ABOUTA BLOWW

687?? '“I finally think that my life is a bit precious.” CALE NO

He had an extremely useful worker BAHAHAHA

689 rasheel is so real

683 UPGRDAES PEOPLE UPGRADES

694 ALBERU IS TRULY A SIBLING OF CALE

697 HE DOESN'T EVEN REALISE HOW HYPOCRITICAL HE IS

BRO got a taste of his own medicine sit yo ass down and rest mf

699 OMGOMGOMGOMG

700 wait stop this is kinda sad

702 cale in his insane era

703 yo what is happening

705 foolishly thought there'll be angst but look at that potential

Alberu the og glib tongue

715 the sealed god better fucking stop before I beat yo ass

717 that gave me chills for some reason

720 shit not even cale is safe from the abusive childhood tragedy

BRO imma beat the ws up his stupid curse affecting krs

Also the plot thickens

723 clopeh is crazy in the best way

736 this entire arc bro cale is causing so much chaos

WTF why is krs life so sad bro

737 THE PLOT THICKENS

I love this arc wait they're supporting each other so much its so adorable

740 MF CLOPEH IS SPEEDRUNNING THIS THING LET'S GOOO

752 HE HIT HIM WITH A ROCK STOP

756 WHAT IS GOING ON????

759 AND HE STABS THIS MADLAD

760 CALE IS GONNA LIVE LOONG

And omg reactions!!

766 CALE FINALLY GETS IT

Karma bro

Sidestory 2-1 OG CALE FULL OF CLASS????

2-2 istg ogcale and krs ARE THE EXACT SAME PEOPLE "FLIP EVERYTHING OVER"????

2-3 HAHAHA I GONNA QUIT BEING THE MOST USED THREAT IS HILARIOUS

2.3 raon: can I be nice

Cale : no

WHY he so ruthless

BRO I just realised that this man has not sat down wtf he just finished fighting the sealed god let him REST

2. 4 "No matter what happened, the Crown Prince’s biggest ally was the Duke’s House of Henituse which had his sworn brother and his sword art instructor." GUYS

Ahh he was so sweet to the kid

2. 5 LET'S GOO MEET UP

2.14 wow that's insanely convenient that you need exactly 3 more assistants

2. 15 LET'S GOO MARY

RAON MADE HENI FROM HENITUSE STFU

2. 23 Mary tryna copy cale and alberu is so cute

2.23 WHY IS HE HURT????

2. 40 "The rejuvenated ancient Dragon smiled a lot more these days." AWWW GOLDIE GRAMPS

Also omfg cale stronk

2.41 so wait fire of destruction did become a god? How else does he know about super rock

2.49 AHAHAHA CHOI HAN GETTING CALE THE FUCKING PILLAR

2.55 damn our cale is strong

2.58 cale proving that once again, he is the scammer

2.59 nah bro this shit too goofy they're just waiting for him to faint

2.64 can we appreciate how fast choi han and sui khan protected cale like omg

2.65 GoD is so real bro is funny af

2.68 caleism ftw

2.70 LMFAO what does alberu want??

2.71 "I’ll give you the title of Minister of Finance. Will you do it?”" BRO IS ON HIS LAST STARW

2.72 BRO THE DYNAMIC HERE IS MWUAH AND EXCUSE ME?? ALBERU IS STILL HURT?? I WILL FIGHT SOMEONE

ALSO CALE NOT RESTING AND IMMEDIATELY GETTING AN INVITE IS RIDICULOUS

2.76 cale is too nice omg

2.79" H, human! I figured it out now! Clopeh has gone so crazy that he’s gone full circle and looks calm!" I FUCKING LOVE CLOPEH THIS CRAZY BASTARD

The foreshadowing here is nuts my dude

2.81 HELP ALBERU

ALSO THE FORESHADOWING IF HE GETS HURT ISTG

ALSO WHY IS ONLY MY MAN SEALED??

2.85 GAE-IL LMAFAOOOO

2.93 TOONKA REALLY WAS ABOUT TO THROW A CHAIR

2.96" up.? Who is above me" OMFG HELL YEAH

2.101 aww choi han and raon supporting him

2.104 AT THIS RATE HE WILL FAINT STOP IT

2.106 LMFAO THE CHOIS ARE SO AWKWARD

2.107 Jakqpqpq Ron using sneak attack to make cale rest

2.110 lmfao choi han is the best at knocking people unconscious

2.113  cale is coughing too much blood bro I know it doesn't hurt but godamn

2.116 I love dominating aura so much

2.119 I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED CHOI HAN AND BEACROX SO MUCH

2.120 omg toonka found his bff

Tbc

In conclusion I love this story and everyone in it pls and thank you

#rants #tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf spoilers #lout of the count’s family #thoughts #losing my mind

[fuck-customers]

FUCK entitled customers.

I was helping a couple and here comes this old lady walking up right to the counter in front of me. She starts impatiently tapping her nails, so I take my time with the couple I was helping (they were nice and luckily wanted a lot of items). After that, I cleaned up a little before helping this lady and oh my god.

“I want one pound cut off of this” *hands me a 2 pound flank steak from the wall* (please note: the butchers are not allowed to cut meat that is already on the wall unless the customer takes everything)

“I’m sorry ma’am, we can’t—“

“They’ve done it for me before”

“They’re not allowed—“

“I have gotten this done here before”

“They—“

“They will do it.”

I was so tired of being interrupted I just took the flank steak and said “YES MAAM” in an irritated tone before heading back.

Told the butcher about the lady. Warned her that she was rude. Since that was the only flank steak in the whole store he begrudgingly began cutting it for her.

I come back out and this bitch has the audacity to say “you must be new.”

New. NEW. I’ve been here for over 3 years now and have worked through the entire pandemic. New, she says. “I’ve been here for 3 years”

“Well, then, you must not have helped me then”

Oh, lucky me!

“Are they cutting it”

“Yes”

“I told you so!” Oh so she’s petty and childish as well as a bitch.

I go over to the prep area to work on filling up chicken breast (what I was doing when the couple before her came up) and FOLLOWS ME instead of staying next to the where the butcher will bring out her flank steak and tells me: “you know, your job is to service the customer, not be sarcastic”

I shut my mouth and ignored her bc she was just trying to get a rouse out of me and potentially use that as fodder to complain.

So then the butcher comes out, hands her the flank steak, then is done and she leaves (thank god.)

I go back to the back room later to grab something and he stops me and says “you weren’t kidding, she really was a bitch. After I handed her the meat she said ‘oh you’re so nice. The other workers in this department need to learn some manners” I just laughed because I wouldn’t have been “rude” if she wouldn’t have interrupted me 3 times.

The butcher continues: “so then I told her we’re not allowed to cut part of the meat off of the wall to give to a customer and that I made an exception to the rule and she said ‘well how was I supposed to know?’” if you wouldn’t have interrupted me you would’ve learned that little tidbit of information :) that has been a policy the whole 3 years I’ve worked here :)

So fuck entitled customers and fuck that lady in particular.

[thenovelartist]

The Mystery Man - Ikemen Prince fanfiction

Blame @atelieredux for this story idea that somehow, despite me not being the biggest Gilbert fan, hooked me and refused to let go until I did something for it. Maybe I'm a sucker for single parent AUs and the opportunity of a kid finding their second "parent". (Eyes "Second Chances".) Yeah, definitely...

“My son wants one thing for his birthday. One!”

“And it’s the one thing you can’t get him?” her co-worker deadpanned.

“Yes!” Emma shouted, flinging her arms about. “He wants tickets to go see a filming of his favorite tv show ‘The Mystery Man’, and they’re sold out everywhere.”

“Ohhhh, yeah. I forgot your son likes that creepy show.”

Emma rolled her eyes, then took a step forward when she noticed that the food line she was standing in had moved up. “It’s… not your average children’s show, sure, I’ll give you that. But quality-wise, it’s fantastic in comparison. I’m not opposed to sitting down and watching this with him compared to some children’s programming.”

“It’s creepy.”

“It’s not.”

“The main guy looks every bit the James Bond villain, dressing in black with an eyepatch. My children run screaming from the room every time.”

“Your loss.”

This time, it was her coworker’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Next!”

Emma marched up to the food truck to place her order. It wasn’t common to see them out and about, but one happened to be at the park by the office building today, so she thought “why not?” After placing her order, she stepped off to the side to wait for her food.

“Watch it, kid!”

Turning around, she watched as some middle-aged man began chewing out some kids who looked to be in elementary school, maybe middle school. Their apologies could be heard loud and clear, but the man just wasn’t having it, his voice growing louder and louder by the second.

Even before she had her son, Emma knew she frequently stuck her nose into other people’s business, but this time, her mama bear instincts were just too strong to ignore the situation. Before she could think, she found herself storming over.

“Something the matter, sir?” she asked, putting on her best customer service smile as she placed herself in between the man and the two kids who looked to be on the verge of tears about now.

Just as he opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol hit her, and warning bells went off in the back of her mind. Someone was having it rough if they were drinking mid-day, but that also meant he was in a volatile state where the smallest thing could set him off.

“Stay out of it!”

Suddenly, he swung a hand out at her, one that she dodged only because of how unsteady he was. But that was a good excuse as any to make a swing of her own.

Her fist collided with his jaw, and the man stumbled back into the park fountain.

“Go go go,” she hissed at the kids, shooing them away from the situation.

Not needing to be told twice, the two kids took off at breakneck speed, sneakers slapping loud against the pavement as they disappeared.

“You bitch!”

The man tried to climb out of the fountain, but out of nowhere, a cane tapping against his chest sent the unsteady man straight back in with a splash.

“Now, now, that’s not very polite,” a smooth voice spoke. “You swung out at the lady first, and you have the audacity to say she’s in the wrong?”

With a growl, the drunkard tried to stand up again, but with a tap of the cane, her savior sent the man right back into the fountain.

“Forgive me.” Her savior soon turned towards her, allowing Emma to take in his fierce gaze that was only made more intimidating by his eyepatch. “Are you alright, my lady?”

It took Emma a moment to figure out who this man was, but it was unmistakable. After all, this was her son’s “hero”, Gilbert von Obsidian. “Yes,” she answered, rubbing the lingering sting away from her knuckles. “I’m fine.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Lifting his cane again, he tapped the end against the drunkard’s chest, preventing him from leaving the fountain once again as he collapsed with a splash. “That was quite a swing you’ve got on you. Color me impressed.”

Honestly, she wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. “Uh, thank you?”

He chuckled. “Well, your son surely must be thrilled to have such a fierce mother. I have to wonder if he’s as spicy as you. But that said—” With his cane, he tapped the cussing drunkard’s shoulder, preventing him from so much as getting to his knees now. “—you best be careful. Your sense of duty is admirable, but don’t you think it wise to keep your sense of justice under wraps for your son’s sake? What would he do if his precious mother ended up hurt because she was too selfless for her own good?”

Emma’s brow furrowed. How did he know she had a son? Was he listening to her conversation just now while waiting in line for the truck? She’d sworn she hadn’t seen him, but maybe she wasn’t paying close enough attention.

“Don’t give me that look,” he said, giving her a smile that seemed friendly and calculating all at once. “I am ‘The Mystery Man’, after all. Maybe you should listen to your friend and treat me like the James Bond villain I am.”

With that, he once again tapped the drunkard’s shoulder, keeping him in the fountain and away from Emma. “Now, I’ll bet they’re about to call your name any second now. And entertaining this fool isn’t worth letting your food get cold.”

Words seemed unforthcoming, but she had enough good sense to show her appreciation to this… strange man. “Thank you. For your help.”

His smile seemed to cause his lone red eye to glow. “You’re quite welcome. It’s been a pleasure, Ms. Emma.”

“Order for Emma!”

At the shout, she whipped her head around towards the food truck, where her name had just been called. He really had heard everything, hadn’t he?

Though unsettled, Emma turned back to Gilbert. “Excuse me.”

And she scurried off, his gentle chuckle hitting her ears as she went.

Maybe her friend was right about the creepy thing.

* * *

“Emmaaaaa!”

With a chuckle, Emma turned towards Rio, the front deskman at the book publishing firm she was an editor at. “Hey, Rio. Have you been lonely?” she teased.

“You didn’t tell me you were seeing anyone!”

Her brows furrowed as she tilted her head. “Huh?”

“Huh?”

The duo blinked at each other for a second before Emma shook her head. “I’m not seeing anyone, Rio. What makes you say that?”

“But then…” Scowl on his face, he glanced towards the door before turning a concerned look back to her. “The guy who left this said you were his sweetheart of justice?” Fishing in a drawer, he pulled out a letter, one with her name written in an elegant script.

Curiously, she took it, flipping it over to reveal a wax seal with a tiger on it. One that looked a little familiar.

Wait…

“Did this man have an eyepatch and cane?”

“So you do know him?”

Dread welled up in her gut. This was the same wax seal Gilbert used on his tv show. How did he know where she worked? Was he stalking her? It had only been two days since they happened to cross paths, so how had he discovered so much about her so quickly? “Er… something like that.”

Rio’s eyes narrowed. “Hey, Emma, you know I’m always here for you, right?”

It was impossible to keep the sweet smile off her lips. “I know, Rio. You’ve been too kind to me.”

“You saved my life and got me this job. My thanks will never be enough,” he finished with a wink.

“You got this job on your own merits,” Emma countered.

“The other point still stands.”

Knowing this spiral wouldn’t stop, she simply shook her head. “Okay, okay. There’s no point in arguing with you, anyway.”

With a bright smile, Rio sat tall in his chair, chest puffed with pride. “So, if you need me to walk you home and clarify that you’re not available because you already have a man in your life, then I can do that, too.”

Playfully, she rolled her eyes. “It’s not fair to lie to them, is it?”

Rio sighed. “You’re too nice for your own good. Look, it’s not lying when you have little Cedric. But if they happen to mistake me for that ‘special man in your life’, then I’m not going to correct them.”

With an amused grin, she shook her head. Her son Cedric really was the only man in her life; after a sad parting with his father, he was all that remained. And she was determined to focus on being the best mother she could to him.

Looking down at the letter burning her hands, her curiosity was unable to be stopped any longer. If this was going to be a problem, she really should let Rio know, if only so he didn’t fuss over her for the next three months. So, if only to put his mind at ease, she popped open the seal of the envelope, taking out the letter only for two slips of paper to fall out and land on the front desk. Upon picking them up…

She froze. No way.

In her hand were two VIP passes to “The Mystery Man” show she had been so desperate to get her hands on.

“Wait, weren’t you looking all over for those?” Rio cried upon seeing what they were.

Numbly, Emma handed the two tickets over to Rio to examine as her gaze fell upon the neat script of the letter.

Ms. Emma,

I hope this letter finds you well. However, I’ll wager you don’t care much for small talk, so there’s no point in wasting your time. Instead, I’ll simply say you’re welcome for the tickets. I’m sure your son will have a happy birthday knowing his mother obtained his wish. Truly, what a sweet and doting mother you are.

As to how these tickets find themselves in your possession, it’s simple process of elimination, really. Your bag had a company logo on it. I had been in the park before you and watched you walk from the direction of the office buildings rather than from the parking garage, so with that, I made a simple deduction.

Lastly, I’ll insist you accept them, not that you can return them anyway as I’m not there to take them back. Furthermore, it would be a tragedy to simply throw them away. After all, your son wants these most of all gifts, correct?

I look forward to seeing you again and to meeting your son. If he’s anything like his spitfire of a mother, I’m sure it will be a joy to make his acquaintance.

Gilbert von Obsidian

Lips pursed, she squeezed the letter. That cocky sonova—

“Emma?”

Breaking out of her trance, Emma turned towards Rio. “Huh?”

“I said you were lucky to score those. But who was that guy who gave them to you?”

She opened her mouth, trying to find the answer as she took the two tickets back from Rio.

“A James Bond villain.” With that, she put the letter and tickets back in the envelope.

Well… villain or no, her son would surely be happy. And it’s not like anything could go wrong at a professional show, right?

Right?

* * *

Cedric was, to use his own words, super-duper excited.

Emma did her best to take as many pictures as she could of this event, capturing the unabashed joy on her son’s face.

Then came time where they could go backstage and have a meet-and-greet with the cast.

Cedric could have exploded with excitement, but Emma was filled with a certain amount of dread facing… well, her son’s hero.

And that dread doubled when Emma realized she’d caught said hero’s eye toe moment they stepped backstage.

She took a breath as they stood in line to do the meet-and-greet. They’d somehow ended up being the last in line, much to her son’s disappointment. But she was able to keep him busy by playing “I spy,” and considering they were backstage with a plethora of props around, there were plenty of things to spy.

When it was finally their turn, Cerdic was fidgeting with excitement that couldn’t be contained. Particularly when Gilbert gave him a smile and extended his hand. “Well, well, how wonderful to meet you.”

Cedric bounced up to Gilbert with all the energy of an active four-year-old. “Hi! You’re my hero!”

Gilbert chuckled. “Your hero, huh? You know who is a hero, too?”

His eye widened. “Who?”

“Your mom.” Gilbert glanced up at Emma, giving her a smile that made her a little uncomfortable, if she were honest. Though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. “I got to meet her once, and I must say, she’s very brave. You must be very proud of her.”

Cedric looked back to Emma, his eyes glowing with love and admiration. “She’s the best.”

Gilbert chuckled, a soft, gentle chuckle that didn’t appear to have any other meaning behind it than true mirth. “I’m very glad to hear it. Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Cedric!”

“That’s a very cool name.”

And just like that, they chatted for a bit. And then a bit more. That’s when Emma started to realize that Gilbert hadn’t done this for any other child, only hers. Which made her slightly suspicious. Emma got the impression that there was much more to Gilbert von Obsidian than what met the eye. He produced and starred in a children’s show, and clearly, he enjoyed being around the children that had VIP passes to meet him. But why did she get the impression that there was something… strange underneath that, oddly, didn’t frighten her. And why was she not concerned that her son was right there, chatting with this man. Idolizing him, even. And yet, she felt secure enough with that.

She best keep her guard up.

“Emma, you should come in for this picture, too.”

Gilbert’s words brought her fully back to reality. “Oh, sure.”

After the photographer took their picture, Gilbert knelt down to Cedric’s level. “It was nice meeting you. It would be cool if we could meet again.”

Cedric looked up at his mom. “Yeah! Can I?”

That dread was back as Gilbert looked over to her. “I can organize it quite easily.”

“No,” she quickly insisted. “I can’t accept your generosity any more than I have.”

“It’s no trouble.”

“No, really. I thank you for the tickets tonight, but I cannot accept any more.”

He hummed, his red eye sparkling mischievously. “Well, that’s a shame. I wonder if I’ll have to simply… forget an invitation at your work again.”

Emma fixed him with the best glare she could while still smiling.

“Oh, no,” he purred. “That’s a scary look.”

And yet, Gilbert seemed to be more amused than intimidated.

“Then, I’ll concede,” he acquiesced. “For now. Cedric, it was wonderful meeting you, but I believe it’s time for you and your mom to go back home for the night.”

“Awww.”

Yet, Cedric said his good byes and got in one hug before Emma guided him out of the studio.

“Did we have fun today?” she asked as they marched back to their car.

“Yeah! It was so cool!”

“I’m very glad.”

And as much as she was loathe to admit, she was very thankful to a very odd eyepatch villain for being the hero of her son’s day.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri fanfic #modern au #ikepri gilbert #ikepri emma #inspired by someone elses headcanon #and it stuck in my head all morning and demanded to be written #This is the beginning of a whole novel I don't have time to write LOL

[trash-monkey]

Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 2

Rindou sits me onto his lap after sitting in the passenger seat while Ran gets into the drives side and started the car, I watch the scenery roll by while Rindou and Ran started talking.

"You should have talked to me before suddenly pulling me along!?! Are you even ready to commit and have what it takes to raise a child!?! Hell, what's Mikey going to say!?!" Rindou basically yelled at his brother.

"Baby brother, you know how I am. I'm a family man even with my hands stained and plus I have already talked to Mikey about him, he's completely fine with it and he even encourage me to get him which surprised me so don't get mad about it?" Ran ruffed my hair causing Rindou to roll his eyes at his brother before I lean against Rindou's chest and pull his phone out of his pocket to pass the time.

"The only reason I'm mad at you is that you didn't tell after finding out but instead let a child services worker did it and what about the other executives?" Rindou hissed through his teeth at the thought of the others hurting his sweet nephew, already attached with what little time he spend with him.

"You know the others won't hurt him without a bullet in their head from me and a beating from Mikey plus the only person we need to keep an eye on is the Bubblegum bitch." Ran turns the wheel once the stop light turns green again while I give Rindou's suite sleeve a pull to get his attention and show that his phone is locked which he unlock for me, I go to the tabs and click the one I was watching CSI on.

"Look." Not caring that I'm interrupting their conversation by showing Ran Rindou's phone screen that has the beginning of a CSI episode on it which he give a glance at before asking what it is which Rindou answers for me.

"It's a American crime show called CSI." Ran brows frown together as he ask what kid my age is watching a show like that which Rindou answered that he doesn't know.

"Mama ow in er woom to rink happy juice so I wat tv but me lowv the shows." I said before putting the pacifier back in my mouth.

"She left you alone?" Ran asked which I nod and hummed.

"Yeah fter daycare veryday." They didn't like that but why lie when they will find out anyway so I turn my attention back to the phone and un-paused the video. Whining when Rindou takes his phone back form me in the middle of an episode and see that Ran had already parked the car in the driveway of a large Manor when Rindou step out of the car with me in his arms before handing me over to Ran, once settled into his arms I lay my head on his shoulder as Ran hands over the car keys to security man before strolling into the Manor. I wiggled in his hold to turn myself around to see that we have walked into a large living room but froze when I see the figure sitting on a couch, I ignored it when Rindou phone rings which he answered and once done he whispered something to Ran before walking off somewhere. Ran takes a seat on the opposite couch and moved me into his lap but my eyes are stuck on the man, he looks up from his laptop to see me staring which I give him a smile around my pacifier before carefully maneuver myself off Ran's lap to standing on the floor.

'If he's here then it's not the Bonten timeline but after the last battle, so that means that the other three are here too.'

"Looks like he found something interesting." The familiar man has black hair with blonde highlights while circular glasses covers his yellow or golden eyes with a devilish smirk on his lips but what really caught my attention are the recognizable tattoos on the back of his hands. Ran watched us carefully as I make my way over to the taller man until I'm standing next to his leg and slowly reaches out to grab one of his long fingers to pull his hand towards me to get a better look at the tattoo, I was going to place my pacifier on the coffee table but Ran hold his hand out asking for it so I gave it to him.

"Mr. Death" I stare straight into Hanma's eyes when I said it causing him to froze and me to laugh at his reaction.

"Someone thinks they're funny." He grin gets wider as he places the laptop on the coffee table before picking me up to lay me down in the couch on my back and started tickling me causing me to screech in laughter.

"Mr.Death... pwease stop......Papa sop.... him pwease." I somehow got the words out between squeals and pants, Ran stops him with a dangers glint in his eyes which he holds his hands up at and back off. Giggling I sit up with a large smile on my face and sit against his side before pointing at his laptop.

"CSI, pwease." I asked him causing him to glance at Ran for an exclamation which he gives but Ran refuse me making to give a whine before Hanma's phone pinged with a message.

"Meeting, all executives." Hanma hands me over to Ran after standing up which he pops my pacifier back into my mouth as we move on to a different part of the Manor.

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#fanfic #male y/n #male reader #anime #tokyrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers ran #child reader

[jrueships]

taking lil notes on the sauce getting a tat stream.... will be reblogging with more bcs this video is fucking long as shit plus with me always pausing to write whatever nonsense i find funny? yea, idk if ill be able to get thru this all lmao 😭 but yea this will just be lil blurbs rewritten n commented on as i watch on one device and take notes on another like a lil movie major or smthin LMAO. To shorten typing time, Sauce will be SG and tat man will just be K as his real name is Kyle. ok? ok

SG, impatient & cocky, trying to show out 4 the stream like a little loser: ay cmon bruh im ready 😤!!🤘🏿 *goes to lay down on the jets styled?? tatting bed??? idk what that is i don't get tats.. i just know they probably fucked on it cus sauce winced when he had to sit down LMAO. went from ay bruh im ready to EUAGH 😫!! Eh 😣😖!! in a millisecond LMFAO*

K: *checks himself out on camera for a split second*

K: *very polite to the stream's viewing. Apparently has never streamed or got an audience up close n personal during his tat sessions. Only shows the before and after photos so this is a new but very fun experience for him. aww, so cute <3 sauce getting him to try new things!!!! He's nervous about getting the best angles for us and he's always trying his best to please!! ( he's so service top it's Mad. it's MADDENIN!!! ) Sauce dramatic diva demanding hot n s*x fierce reporter mean fake bitch and his quiet polite and personable yet professionally firm, keeping sauce in line when he needs to fulltime cameraman part time bodyguard when the situation gets unexpectedly (or expectedly. Not everyone has Tat man's insanely loyal patience with sauce...) hostile WHEN??? Slowburn We're just workers/he's just my minion to ........... don't ask why we came out of the same bathroom at the same time STFU ?? HELLO??? TAT MAN!!!*

Chat: cook up kyle

Kyle: !! :] !! yea 😺!! im boutta cook 🥰 (HE KEEPS GETTING SO SWEETLY HYPED UP FROM SAUCES LIL AUDIENCE. IT'S SO CUTE LOL)

1:05 (around there idk none of these time stamps will be any accurate bcs i pause late after realizing smthin was funny then guestimate where it started so sorry :( ): sauce walking his big b00bies up in our face jumpscare :/ . To help Kyle zoom the camera per his chats demands. He lowkey high key very anxious and micromanaging abt kyle using his camera equipment lol. He just loves telling people what to do but also that shit is probably very expensive. But cmon sauce. Kyle the cameraman's got it!!! HE EVEN HAS THE PERFECT CAMERAMAN NAME LIKE?? Let him take care of you bbygirl ..😼

Sauce once again (a bit more gingerly this time) sits himself on his jets style seat thing and let's out a little cry of pain when his ass hits it??? sauce these bttm allegations are BEATING ur ASS lmao????

Kyle does what sauce was about to do for him and sauce kinda :/// >:( 😰😰😠. Sauce try to go five seconds without micromanaging challenge impossible. Complains about chat being able to see his facial expressions being too close up now and how he won't be able to fuck with Kyle no more cus of it cus they'll make shit is weird. Kyle simply responds ' That's love 🙂. '

Sauce goads the chat asking if he should end stream. Kyle at first thinks maybe he isn't cameramanning right and gets a little nervous/sad at disappointing sauce but quickly catches onto the strategy and joins in on the bait. The chat take it with a chorus of Nos. Girlboss sauce malewife Tat man media powercouple ftw?

2:58, K: wait turn ur head a lil bit? *Sauce looks at him* no, other way *sauce looks away, exposing neck to him and pre-ink*

K admires his work. Shows it off to the chat, tells them he's getting them right. Zooms in on sauce's neck

SOMEBODY SAID 'L NIPPLE' IN THE CHAT WHAT???? Chat language is so.... beautiful 😭

'Stop being a lil girl take the pain like a man'????? Yall sure this is twitch and not p*rnhub ??? tf?

Kyle zooms in. Chat: "glad to get the nipple off the page" HELP. my thoughts exactly

Kyle tries hiding sauces face with his zooms bcs he knows sauce was self conscious about his expressions lmao. Chat, instantly, and these are different people too. Everyone is a sadist here apparently. My kinda people 😼: 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE FR' 'HIS FACE BRO WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE' 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE IF HE CRIES'

3:38 Sauce, reading the chat bcs if he doesn't have attention that he can feel for five seconds he explodes and dies: is my face in there ? <- literally just whined about not wanting his face seen bcs he'd get weird comments and ruin his very heterosexual very platonic relationship with tat man. But is now turning his whole tune around for some shred of people pleasing attention omg 🙄 poo fimbly 😑

K: nah they be clownin 😿.. *just wants to protect him*

Sauce agrees a bit then quickly changes subject to compliment himself.

Sauce notices camera needs shifting so he tries but Kyle's on it before he can. Sauce keeps trying anyways until eventually the needles settle him slougish

5:10 chat tells them to zoom out but sauce defends his cameraman: AINT NO ZOOM OUT 😾😾!! HE TRYNA GIVE YOU THE UPCLOSE LOOKS !!

Kyle zooms out anyways

Sauce whines about his nipple lol

Sg: yall weird af 😑 Yall tryna see my nipple or smthin 🤨? *incredulous look to camera*

K: FREE THE NIP!!!!! <- reading off chat, sadly

THE CHAT BULLIED HIM INTO HIDING HIS BOOBS LMAO. He got a blanket 😭 so now he's gonna be with another man... while under a blanket ? um. sauce I think this is pretty lose lose if u ask me .

Kyle wearing those black tattoo gloves gently touching sauces neck.... soft dom and not even trying to hide it 🤨?

Chat: stop moaning 😐

Sauce: my bad bruh 😔

Someone: get the tissues ready (????)

Sg: in da trenches 😼. in da trenches 😼

Someone in chat: sauce do u like when men fuck u? ( 🤔.. it's a fair ask 😳.)

Chat: the right side of my neck hurted the most (average sauce fan iq, im afraid )

Chat: SAUCE BABY START TWERKING

( now im just finding funny chat stuff cus all sauce doing rn is trying to not cry by randomly singing along to the music and kyle is working)

Chat trying to plot lies on kyle by spamming kyle messed up smthin so sauce can get worried lmao

9:40: around there, maybe a bit later, sauce starts groaning and cursing more

Chat: Sauce is it hard

Sauce asks how many people watching bcs u know he looooves an audience. Kyle doesn't know how to check so he has to stop and ask the chat

Kyle: Seven- ..... 776? 800? a thousand? man idk :(. yall play too much >:( yall play too damn much 🙄! ... i fuck with yall tho >:)

Chat trying to gaslight sauce into thinking Kyle's actually tatting a dick on his neck

I've been skipping or doing other stuff during some of the tatting. Sauce got up to try and figure out some twitch function? Mic suppression? idk. He lowkey stalling lol.

Kyle starts asking what the chat been saying around 31:40, curious.

Sauce and Kyle mumble to songs internmentedly lol

33:25 around there kyle raps to a song he rlly likes. Sauce adlibs it's cute

PAUSING THIS AT 35:10. We basically got an hour left in this jawn. YALL WE WATCHED ALOT IM PROUD!!!! OK im leaving this here for now, reblogging l a ter maybe even finishing it idk? I just need this shit sent cus im a lil nervous if it'll even load... this was a lotta work 😭 all for tatman and sauce interactions damn... ion even know this man's last name .. i need to go do strong people things now BYE see yall soon hopefully