#correct ugly suit man? yes?

[telethrutime]

Slowly getting closer to buying fnv just so I can watch the fear of god seep into that ugly suit man’s eyes as I raise from the dead

#listen I don’t know how the courier comes back from a gunshot to the head #I like to think it’s spite towards rich people #I assume he’s rich #or westerners I guess man all I know is suit man is in a casino and he goes what in the goddamn #is it a casino #wait no why did he shoot a mail carrier #little bitch boy has no respect for post apocalyptic usps I see #fnv #benny gecko #that’s his name right #correct ugly suit man? yes?

[sexlapis]

[◉°] … TOJI FUSHIGURO TAKES A LIE DETECTOR TEST… 9.6M VIEWS

꩜ actor!toji (& implied actor toji x actress/actor reader)

⤷ synopsis: toji thought this lie detector test was going to be a breeze. he was a little mistaken.

sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, toji & reader are secretly together, toji lying!

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“i ain’t nervous,” toji claims, cracking his neck and smirking as the crew members attach the needed equipment to his body, “i ain’t no liar either. so i got nothing to worry about here.”

“i sure hope that’s true, mr.fushiguro.” the polygraph examiner replies slyly.

“are you ready, toji fushiguro?” the interviewer asks.

“yeah, i am,” toji claps, “hurry up and get started.”

“is your name toji fushiguro?”

“yes my name is toji fushiguro.” he looks to the polygraph examiner. “it is, right?”

the woman simply stares at him.

“..alright then…”

the interviews asks another question. “are you about to take a polygraph exam?”

“yes, yes and yes, now give me the real questions!”

TOJI FUSHIGURO TELLS THE TRUTH

YOUR CAREER

“we’re going to start with the category of your career.”

toji nods and looks to the examiner. “how ‘m i doing?”

“you’re very calm, nothing unusual yet.”

“hm.”

the interview begins to speak. “one of your most popular roles as an actor was when you played Frank Castle in the Netflix series, “The Punisher”. some would say this is when you became a heartthrob. do you think is this true?”

toji sighs and shakes his head. “nah-”

“LIE.” the polygraph examiner calls out.

toji raises his hand. “…because, i was already a heartthrob before alla that.” he smiles, looking proud of himself. his answer is met with silence.

“ok.” says the interviewer and goes onto the next question. “do you face a lot of pressure being a heartthrob?”

“nope.” toji answers easily. “i’m just that kinda guy. i ain’t gotta try too hard for much, especially not ‘being hot’.”

he looks at the examiner.

“he’s telling the truth.” she states. she almost seems disappointed by the fact.

“see?” toji says, folding his arms, “as i said, ‘got nothin’ to lie about.”

“in the punisher,” the interviewer starts, ignoring toji’s cocky replies, “do you wear a muscle suit to look bigger than you actually are?”

toji throws his back, cackles echoing around the small room. “fuck no!” he gestures to…his whole body, “‘it look like i need a muscle suit? ‘didn’t even know that shit was a thing… i’m big enough without any of that stuff.” he shrugs, looking into the camera. “i think we can all see that.”

the examiner nods curtly. “..he is telling the truth.”

“do you workout often?” asks the interviewer.

toji scoffs. “i thought i’d get good questions..but yeah, yeah i do workout.”

“would you consider yourself fit?”

“yep. ‘hundred percent.”

“would you consider yourself fitter than,” the interviewer slides a photo of the actor gojo satoru towards toji, “this man?”

“pfft-” toji chortles. “oh, ohh yeah. easily. he’s like..” he looks for the correct words, “a little boy. are we kidding?”

he looks to the examiner and then to the interviewer.

“he is being truthful..again.”

toji smirks at the camera, tapping the side of his nose with his finger. “toji never lies.”

POP CULTURE

“this year, you were named “The Most Sexiest Man Alive” by People Magazine. do you believe you’re sexier than this man, 2022’s sexiest man, nanami kento?” the interviewer slides another photo, this time of the actor nanami kento.

toji looks at the photo for a second, before scoffing a little. “oh yeah. definitely. ‘guy just has a permanent frown on his face. he ain’t ugly but he could smile a little, y’know?”

“what about this ‘guy’, 2021’s most sexiest man alive, ryomen sukuna?” the interviewer also slides a picture of him to toji.

toji strokes his chin. “heh..yeah..yeah i would say so..this guy..he ain’t ugly either but..theres this energy about him..”

“what energy would that be, toji fushiguro?”

“the energy of a fuckin’ mass murderer that’s what!” he laughs at his own joke, looking at the picture of this ‘ryomen sukuna’, who is glaring into his soul through the image. “yeahh, i’d say i’m more attractive than him. just.. just a little.” he holds two fingers close together emphasis. “jesus christ, that’s one scary looking fuck.”

the examiner inspects the polygraph and looks towards toji and the interviewer. “he has been telling the truth.”

“yeah.” toji nods, exhaling through his mouth and sliding the pictures away from himself. “‘course i am.”

LOVE LIFE

toji had been doing well so far, but the category of ‘love life’ would be his downfall.

“do you want to get married in the future?”

“yeah, yeah i do.”

the examiner nods.

“have you ever been in love?”

“..yes.” toji responds, thinking about his past for a second.

the examiner nods again.

“are you in love right now?”

toji pauses for the first time in the whole test. he takes a deep breath. “no. yeah, no. ‘m not.”

the examiner raises an eyebrow at the results. “questionable.”

“oh, c’mon.” toji groans, rolling his eyes.

“is there someone you’re in love with?”

“nope. nobody at all.” he interlinks his fingers, tapping them against each other. “..nobody at all..”

“questionable. again.” the examiner states, pointedly looking at toji.

toji sighs. “oh, brother…”

“did you happen to meet this person..on set?”

“no, ‘cause there is no person?” toji says firmly.

“again.” the examiner says. “questionable.”

“christ…”

the interviewer asks another question. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

toji huffs. “no, that’s just two people who wanna fuck.”

“i see. then,” the interviewer takes out three pictures, all of them being people who he has worked with on set, including you.

“are you in love with any of these people?”

toji gulps, hesitating for a split second, his eyes focused on your picture. “nope. not oneeee bit.”

“LIE.” the examiner shouts excitedly, happy to have finally caught toji out on lying. she rings the negative buzzer repeatedly. “lie!”

“‘you serious?” he asks incredulously, looking between the interviewer and the examiner. “listen, maybe it was just my heart murmur or somethin’ like that,” he looks to side, cheeks rosy and shifts in his seat a little, “i-i don’t-”

“those are the last of our questions.” the interviewer says to toji, smiling knowingly. “thank you for taking part in our lie detector test.”

toji grumbles.

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a/n: this was longer than i planned 🤥

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[itsjusthockey]

Knight in Shining Armani - Juraj Slafkovsky

he's so boyfriend. Enjoy

send in requests. pls and thx

warnings: slightly suggestive?????

w.c: 1,426 (credit to gif maker) (don't steal my work)

You don’t smoke, not at all. You honestly don’t think you’ve ever even tried nicotine sober. However, in this very moment, you crave a cigarette, or something, anything, to distract you from the current hell you’re in.

You’ve always enjoyed charity galas with the team. They’re something to look forward to. They’re classy; they support a good cause, have great food, better drinks, and usually decent company. However, sometimes, at these events, you get unlucky, and tonight was one of those particular nights.

You’re seated at a lovely table with a few wives and girlfriends and directly next to a pretty blonde woman you’ve never met. She’s clad in a red dress, her lips painted to match, and she’s eyeing the room like a predator watching her prey.

You have to check yourself as you watch her a bit. You’re not one to throw judgment at someone you don’t know, but something about the way she’s watching the room sets your stomach a bit on edge.

The edge sets a bit deeper when you notice her stare lands on a familiar back, one you know all too well.

“Do you know who he is?” She suddenly asks you. “He’s insanely sexy.”

She points toward the center of the room, and you follow her stare back to your boyfriend. He’s standing tall in the center of the room, clad in an all-black ensemble that fits perfectly in all the correct places. He looks otherworldly as he smiles and throws his head back in laughter at something Arber says. He is absolutely gorgeous, and the fed woman beside you is right; he does look insanely sexy. However, you’re not particularly fond of anyone else in the world thinking that, but you

You must’ve stayed quiet for a bit too long because she raises an eyebrow and leans a bit closer to you, clearly waiting for an answer.

“That’s Juraj.” You finally say.

She hums and repeats his name softly to you, then leans in closer as if she’s going to tell you a secret.

“I came with someone else.” Her eyes dart back to your boyfriend. “But I wouldn’t mind finding myself under him at the end of the night.”

As she finishes her statement, she lets out a laugh, and you feel yourself grip your champagne glass tight. You shouldn’t be mad; you’re incredibly secure in your relationship, but that ugly feeling continues to grow.

“You don’t agree?” She asks.

You realize you’ve been silent, not offering her anything. You’re unsure how to approach this situation, but you also know you should shut it down.

“I do,” you smile toward her. “But he’s taken.”

A brief, annoyed look flashes over the women’s eyes. “By who?”

You throw on your sweetest smile and bat your lashes toward her.

“By me.”

The second that slips out of your mouth, her eyes widen in surprise, and then they shrink a bit, looking you up and down.

(Y/N).” You rip your eyes away from her hard stare and draw your attention toward a wife. “Your boy looks incredible tonight. Arbs said you picked out the suit? Gucci, was it?”

“Armani.” You state, glancing back toward your boyfriend, hoping he hears your telepathic plea to come save you.

A few of the other wives and girlfriends hum, signaling their approval of your masterful suit-picking skills, and you feel a rush of pride swell through you.

“Yes. He certainly looks dashing.” The blonde speaks up again, her eyes dragging up and down your boyfriend’s figure from behind.

You don’t think of yourself as a jealous person, but you’re not stupid. You don’t miss how she looks at the man you’re in love with. You also don’t miss the subtle lip bite in his direction and the slight glare she gives you. You resist the edge to roll your eyes. Instead, you take another sip of your drink and try to focus on any other conversation.

You’ve finally integrated yourself elsewhere when a hand gently taps your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly. You turn quickly to see Juraj’s gorgeous smile and bright eyes beaming down at you.

“Hello, beautiful.” He leans down to your ear, whispering. “Can I steal you away?”

You resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms and demand he take you home. Instead, you smile and nod, excusing yourself from the table with a smile. You begin to be swept away, Juraj's hand gently on your waist, when you throw one last look toward your table. The woman you’ve come to dislike slightly is staring hard, and you give her a slight smirk. You simply can’t help yourself.

Juraj leads you away from the crowd to a small, cozy corner. He quickly traps you between his body and the wall, gently brushing a strand of your hair out of your face.

“Are you having fun?” His eyes are genuinely curious as he asks.

“Yes.” You slightly lie. “But I’d be much happier if we were home in bed.”

He smiles a wide smile and gently brings his head down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. It’s quick, and when you meet his eyes again, you see they’re filled with nothing but love and adoration.

“Are you tired?” He searches your face. “If you’d like to go to bed, we can leave. I’ve done all the required mingling.

You move your hands up to his lapels, gently smoothing them up and down and then gently patting his firm chest.

“When I said being at home in bed,” you shift your gaze up to his eyes with your best doe-eyed stare. “I didn’t mean actually sleeping.”

You see a million emotions shift through his eyes and face, and within a second, he places his lips on yours again, this time and a little more urgently. Your lips move in sync for a few seconds before he pulls away, grabbing your chin to meet his eyes again.

“Let’s say our goodbyes.” You notice his eyes are a few shades darker. “I’m taking you home.”

He leads you away from your secluded corner, dragging you to say your goodbyes. The farewells are short and sweet, everyone oblivious to how fast Juraj pulls you around. In mere minutes, you’re in the safety of your car, and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, admiring the man beside you. It’s honestly annoying how perfect he is. Even his side profile is envious, and with the passing city lights illuminating him wonderfully, it’s taking everything in you not to jump him.

He must notice this because he drives a little faster and places his hand on your thigh. You are nearly breathless as he gently smooths your skin under his touch, and even though your thoughts are far from pure, you can’t help but let your heart swell with love.

You finally arrive at his apartment, and you run for the elevator, hoping the ride is short. It is, and when you finally make it to his apartment, you almost want to die.

Juraj, however, is nothing but a patient man. As soon as you enter, he drops to his knees and gently taps your heel. You smile the sweet smile and lift your foot, watching in awe as he undoes the tiny buckle, pulls off the shoe, places a small kiss on your leg, and then moves on to the next one.

When he finally finishes your shoes, he gets up, moving you back to your earlier position, trapped between him and the wall. His eyes are blown a bit, and the smell of his cologne makes you more buzzed than any of the change you’ve had tonight.

You finally make your move, pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it far away from you. He smiles and picks you up effortlessly, his hand gently resting on your ass. He gives it a small squeeze as he leads you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed as you shriek out with laughter.

Juraj is a patient man, but even he has his limits. When he climbs on top of you, watching as you undo his shirt buttons, he’s quick to lean down and begin pressing gentle kisses to your neck. He continues his assault when you finally finish the buttons, tugging his shirt. He pulls it off, and you almost gasp. He truly is sculpted by the gods, and you can’t help but stare.

“Are you too tired, my love?” He asks, knowing the answer.

You shake your head rapidly, pulling him down on top of you.

“Not in the slightest.”

#hockey #hockey boys #imagine #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #nhl hockey #nhl x reader #juraj slafkovsky #juraj slafkovsky x reader #jurag slafkovsky imagine #montreal canadiens #nhl blurb #nhl players #nhl #nhl fic #arber xhekaj

[gadriezmannsgirl]

With you -Pedri González

Please, tell me you guys didn't forgot about this little thing over here because I didn't, this is the little "blurb" an anon asked me for and yes, I took a long time to do it but I couldn't get anything for this. Anyways, hope you enjoy it, guys!

Summary: Your love connection goes beyond everything and you two know it

"Do you really have to go?" He asked laid on the bed watching you pack clothes for four days, you were asked to go to this art exhibition that was being held in Madrid, it would benefit a lot on your scolarship, it was something serious and something big for you.

"Well, yes. I hope after graduating, work in Barcelona's art gallery"

"You don't need to work, mi vida" You roll your eyes

"I do need to" You replied softly looking at him

"You don't! I make enough for the both of us, our future kids and even their kids!" He replied as you looked at him with a smile

"Out future kids sounds good"

"Don't change the subject" You giggle

"It'll be four days, they'll pass quickly, amor. You'll see" You leaned over and kissed his pouty lips

But two days without your presence were enough for Pedri to go madly crazy, he swore your pillow had lost your lovely scent a mix of vainilla and your favorite perfume, that he couldn't get enough of and the fact his bananas laid untouched on the dinner table, meaning you hadn't tried to sneak behind them and eat a few ones.

Pedri groaned thinking of a solution. And he stopped feeling lonely when he found one.

You were currently greeting the judges that were going to qualify you, along with your profesora, Julia, if you were or not capable of directing a gallery as big as this one, it was your last semester in Uni and you were halfway done with your internships, this being one of them and you needed to give your everything at 100% to be fully accepted.

You were nervous, you had facetimed Pedri who reassured you everything would be alright and that you will smash it but you felt like vomiting at the moment you stepped a foot inside the place.

After a lot of battle and thinking, you had decided to put a navy blue dress with a not so long V cut and beige stilettos along with your hair down.

"Te ves divina" Pedri had said "Wish I could be there"

You wished that too.

After some words from the owners of the place, the judges and your profesora, the event started.

You were pretty busy explaining the technique of the paintings, the hidden emotions and the history behind the paints to everyone who got close to you and asked for your help.

"Señorita, disculpe. ¿Podría decirme el nombre de esta pintura?" (Miss, excuse me. Could you please tell me the name of this paint?) You heard his voice, the deep Canarian accent that made you smile, you turned around smiling and saw him.

Pedro was standing in front of you, with a smile on his handsome face, he was dressed in a suit, a view you don't get to see many times and that you loved it.

"What are you doing, amor?"

"Couldn't stand being far from you" You smiled

"You're whipped, young man"

"I'm in love, which is different" He corrected "I hate it when one of us has to leave and I love when we're together" You smiled "Besides, I'm injured and staring at Fer's ugly face isn't the same as staring at your pretty one" You blush giggling "Te ves hermosa por cierto" He said

"Thank you, you look pretty handsome too" You stared at each other for a few seconds, smiling you shook your head "Which paint did you said?"

"Anyone you want, I said that to grab your attention to be honest" You both chuckle as you grab his hand guiding him to your favorite paint

You told him everything you loved on the paint, the type of painting and like you were doing before, explaining every little detail of it.

"You can buy this?" You nod

"You can"

"And would you like this one in our house?" You smiled at him

"It would look great, yes. You don't need to tho" You shook your head "These are really expensive and I don't want you to-" He cut you off by kissing your lips lovingly. You smiled into the kiss letting yourself fall into his charm

"Y/N?" You heard your profesora's voice

"Miss Julia" You smiled lightly "Mhm... This is my boyfriend, Pedro González" You introduced him as she smiled "Pepi, amor, she's my profesora Julia Andrade" They nod before shaking hands lightly

"Surprise seeing you here, Y/N told me she would come alone"

"Yes, she did, but I missed her a lot and I also wanted to be here for her since it's such a big thing for her and hopefully her career"

"That's really nice" She cooded a bit "Fan of art?"

"Not that much to be honest"

"Opposites attracts"

"A lot" Pedri said making you chuckle

"Feeling proud of her? She's doing an amazing job like always" Pedro nodded

"One hundred percent, she's amazing, smart and passionated, I knew she would smash this"

"I still don't know that"

"No, he's right. The judges are blown away by you, Y/N. They're talking about wanting you in Madrid and Barcelona for the two biggest arts museum's in each. I'm extremely happy and proud of you, my dear" You laughed in disbelief

"Really?" She nods

"I would let you get away with it as a celebration gift but I think that may be up for later, you're being requested for one of the judges to talk about your experience here" And with that she left you two alone

You turned to Pedri who was already looking at you

"Éxitos preciosa" He said kissing your lips "I'll be here cheering you on, te quiero"

"Que te como la cara, te quiero" You smiled kissing him repeatedly

"Let's save that for later, go and do your thing"

"You won't leave?"

"¿Pa' dónde me iría? My place is with you. You're my everything" He kissed you once more "Venga, va. Go, smash, end with your night with a golden brooch and let's go to the hotel so we can have your celebration" You smiled nodding leaning up to kiss him once more

"You're definitely my person, amor"

"Well, I know that already" You both laughed "but you're also mine"

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[tepkunset]

Rating all* the Hellfire Gala 2023 Outfits in my Correct Opinion

*At least, all that I can find, because Marvel decided fuck making that easy in a little book or a single post like last year.

(Long post alert!)

Iceman, I love most of this look. The accented orange is perfect for the mostly blue look, and I love that he has a matching earring for his cuff-links. Such a nice touch! But those rubber boots, man... those rubber boots ruin it for me. 8/10

Fisk is giving off some Doctor Doom vibes with this outfit. I love the regalness of it, especially the golden leaves behind the ear. 9/10

??? I'm not sure who this is, but their outfit looks like they're going to a Halloween party rather than a gala. 3/10

Emma, oh my god, YES. Almost always delivering, and this is definitely one of those cases! 10/10

Xavier... I hate to say it, but I genuinely love this look. He's bringing major space man vibes, and it's super elegant at the same time. 9/10

Bishop doesn't even get points for effort. He got a red suit then slapped some belts on it. Boring as fuck. 1/10

I was about to write another "???" because I had no idea who this was, until it occurred to me that I think this is supposed to be Scarlet Witch? Except she is super duper whitewashed, so I did not even recognize her. Auto-failure regardless of the look. 0/10

Proteus looks moderately snazzy, but out of the Five is the least interesting in my opinion. 3/10

Egg has a cool coat, but those balls around his neck are way too big and awkward. 4/10

Hope looks a little like a fairy princess here, and I like that! 7/10

Tempus looks like she's going to a prom more than a gala, and I don't know what's going on with that giant shoulder piece. Did Cable lend it to her or something? 4/10

Elixir, my golden boy, is embracing the shiny and I love it! 9/10

Exodus seems to be trying out a new costume rather than a gala look, but in terms of style, it's fine. 5/10

Vision's outfit is as boring as he is. 1/10

Miles, holy shit. Miles should be giving lessons to everyone else on how to actually make a suit look unique! Bishop, take notes. 9/10

Old Laura looks like she's dressed for a gothic funeral more than a gala, but at least that's to her style rather than some crazy OOC look. So, points for that. 5/10

T'Challa... I. Am. Swooning. I know he's not a king right now but damn does he ever look like it in this outfit. The beautiful patterns and complimentary colours, holy shit. 10/10

Synch has certainly done way better in the past. It's just a plain black suit without a shirt, for fuck sake. 2/10

Captain Marvel looks like she's a marching bad, lol. The stars in the hair are a nice touch, though. 3/10

Jean's look is, I know, divisive. I've seen some people say they adore this design, and some people say they hate it. I'm personally on the fence. I think it would be better without the stupid helmet, that's for sure. And I think it looks a little too much like an Emma Frost design, if you were to just colour it white. 5/10

Fantomex? Where the fuck have you been? Anyway, he literally just looks like he always looks but with some sunglasses lmfao. 0/10

Dylan looks like a moody teen as ever, lol. I do like the black and white though. 6/10

Black Cat... Like I said, I like black and white together, but this is giving me too much Cruella de Vil vibes. 4/10

Mary Jane just picked up an evening gown off the rack I guess. 2/10

Firestar, I think? Not actually positive if it's her. Anyway, the sleeves are a bit too much for me, but I love the fiery frills on the cape. 5/10

Thor looks so ugly here lmfao I'm sorry but I hate this look. It's way too clunky. 0/10

At first I thought this was Kwannon, but then I remembered seeing panels and I believe it's Kitty/Kate. Anyway, I like the lace-up boots and I like the frills. 7/10

Hellcat looks like she's took some inspiration from a wrestler's pre-fight look, and I like that. It's simplistic but just enough stylish to pass. 6/10

Nova, going with a tits out look as well I see. I like the feathered shoulder pads, and I like the skirt. 6/10

Moon Knight, oh my god, I have a strong feeling it was Steven who pulled the strings to get a gala look, because there's no fucking way Marc or Jake would be caught dead there. Anyway, this is exactly the type of vibe I would expect from MK, maybe even a bit more playful than that with the mesh part of the top. And I really like it up until the strange boots. He and Iceman must've compared notes or something. Still, 8/10

Psylocke - now THIS is Kwannon for sure! I like the classical ninja meets evening gown look, and I like that she's sexy but not to the point of being objectified, which is a refreshing change for how artists often treat her. 8/10

Destiny and Mystique I will rate together because the score is the same: A what the fuck level of 0/10.

Forge looks fucking awesome, especially compared to last year. I love the fringe and the scarf and the jewellery and the cane... it's a complete look that gives me great vibes. 8/10

Cyclops, come on, man. You can do better than this, can't you? He looks like Mister Sinister dressed him or something. 1/10

Cuckoos look like they stepped off the set of Tron: Legacy. Or a Daft Punk concert. Not complaining to be clear, this look fucks. 10/10

#hellfire gala #x men #marvel comics #meta

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 23/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

Washington, D.C.

The J. Edgar Hoover building is just as ugly as he remembers it, though the memory itself is foggy and based on only a few short visits during his training at Quantico. He decides that the best course of action is to join a guided tour, as opposed to attempting to explain his conundrum to security and likely finding himself escorted out of the building.

He woke early, pulled from sleep before sunrise by a confusing and haunting dream. Someone was screaming that name—Mulder—but he knew in his heart that it was directed towards him. A woman was calling for him with so much terror in her voice it made his stomach turn. The feeling that was still buzzing in his veins when he woke was stark helplessness, a feeling that there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop whatever was happening to her.

Surrounded by tourists in jeans and Mount Vernon T-shirts, he stands out in his suit and tie until they pass through the metal detectors and enter the bowels of the building. It has the mildewed, dust-embedded smell of aged tile panels and burnt toner, which he finds oddly comforting. The guide points out key areas and retells the history of the Bureau in a practiced but unimpassioned monotone, and Jeff slowly drops back until he’s bringing up the rear of the little pack. When they come to the end of a hallway that breaks off in two directions, the rest of the group hangs left while he goes right, holding his head high and tucking the bottom half of his visitors pass into the breast pocket of his suit jacket to obscure the big block letters that give him away as a trespasser.

He wanders seemingly identical corridors, attempting to make eye contact with the other suit-wearing professionals who pass by in hopes that he will be met with recognition. To his surprise and disappointment, no one pays him any mind at all, save for one woman who gives him an appreciative leer and a wink. He starts to read the placards mounted on the wall beside each door: Electronic Records, Computer Crimes, Conference Room 403. Next to a stately looking set of double doors the placard reads “Walter Skinner- Assistant Director” and just after passing by he turns back and reads the sign again. The name feels familiar, though he cannot place it.

The latch on the door gives way with a sudden snap and he startles, taking one step back as a balding man in gold wire-rimmed glasses steps out and nearly crashes into him.

“Excuse me,” the man says brusquely as he pulls the door closed behind him. “Can I help you?”

He gives the man a once over. Tall, barrel-chested, his mouth set in a stoic but not unfriendly line. Again Jeff feels an unrooted sense of familiarity that he can’t tie to any event, or place, or time.

“Jeff Spender,” he says, offering his hand. The man takes it with an iron grip, holding Jeff’s eye as he pumps his arm up and down twice.

“Walter Skinner,” the man replies as he gives Jeff his own appraising look. His eye lingers on Jeff’s partially hidden badge before returning to his face, chin lifted in a show of dominance. “Are you with the Bureau, Mr. Spender?”

“Uh, formerly, yes,” he says, which is technically true. “Have you been with the Bureau long, Mr. Skinner?”

“Assistant Director,” Skinner corrects him. “And yes, over twenty years.”

“I’m actually looking for an agent, or potentially a former agent, who worked out of the Hoover. His name is Mulder. Do you know him, by chance?”

Assistant Director Skinner gives him a long look with unblinking eyes. Whatever thoughts are spinning behind those wire-rimmed glasses, he isn’t giving anything away.

“No, that name doesn’t sound familiar,” he finally says, and Jeff feels an odd mix of disappointment and relief. “Is there something else I can help you with?” Mr. Skinner continues. “Locating your tour group, perhaps?” he asks with a pointed look at the hidden badge.

Jeff feels his face grow warm, but he does his best to conceal his reaction.

“No, thank you, I was just headed back up to the lobby,” he says, then extends his hand again, which Mr. Skinner accepts. “Thank you for your time, sir.”

He turns and walks down the hall towards the elevators. After pressing the call button, he glances over his shoulder to find the Assistant Director still standing just outside his office door, hands in the pockets of his suit pants, watching him. He nods and the A.D. nods back, and the elevator doors slide open with a ding. Mr. Skinner continues to wait and watch as Jeff steps into the elevator and presses the button for the lobby, and it’s only when Skinner is about to disappear behind the closing doors that he finally turns away.

Jeff exhales forcefully, feeling like he dodged a bullet, and the car lurches and then begins to descend. The lights illuminate as they pass by the fourth, third, and second floors, and then the doors slide open to reveal the bustling lobby of the building. Jeff moves to the side as all the other occupants file out, but he doesn’t exit. On impulse, he reaches out and hits the button marked “B” and the doors slide closed again, carrying him underground.

He is delivered to a nondescript hallway intermittently lined with metal shelves and sagging copy paper boxes. It’s eerily quiet and seemingly unoccupied, but he still winces at the loud clip of his wingtips on the linoleum. He passes by a supply closet, a set of bathrooms, and an unmarked door before the hallway ends at a stairwell that advertises itself to be an emergency exit only. He turns back, feeling frustrated and confused.

He pauses just outside the unmarked door. Like Assistant Director Skinner’s office, he’s compelled to take a closer look without understanding why. He grabs the doorknob and is caught off guard by a sudden flush of warmth spreading from the crown of his head and down his body. It’s a peaceful, content sensation that evokes a strong emotional response, and he clears his throat as it tightens. With a shake of his head, he turns the knob and pushes the door open.

The room is rectangular with a second, glass enclosed area at one end. There’s a desk pushed into one corner, and heaps of boxes are piled on its surface as well as the surrounding floor. It looks long unused, but it doesn’t have the musky, moldering smell he’d expect. It smells faintly like perfume, actually, so faint that he can’t identify the source of it. He approaches the desk and pulls open one of the drawers, which is a clutter of pens and paper clips, and a stack of post-it notes with “sucker” written on the top note in neat, flowing script.

His phone rings and he startles, scrambling for his pocket as his heart pushes up into his throat and then begins to hammer.

“Hello?”

“Jeff. Where are you?”

His heart sinks.

“Hey, Diana, how’s the case going?” he asks casually, kicking at the carpet with the toe of his shoe. It looks relatively new and out of place in such a forgotten corner of the building.

“Fine. I tried your office and the house but you didn’t answer. Where are you?” she repeats, barely concealing the irritation in her voice.

“I’m in D.C., actually,” he tells her, his tone indicating that she should take this to be good news. “I wanted to surprise you.”

There is a long, sharp silence.

“I very explicitly asked you not to come down, Jeff,” she says carefully.

“I know, but I—”

“I’m not interested in hearing whatever bullshit justification you cooked up,” she interrupts. “Meet me at my hotel in two hours. And in case this isn’t clear to you, Jeff, I am very unhappy right now,” she concludes.

Something blunt bounces off the top of his head and he winces, touching the spot on his scalp that it collided with.

“Diana, I’m sorry—”

The line goes dead, and he tucks his phone back into his pocket. On the floor beside his feet he finds the offending item: an extremely sharp pencil with a pristine, unused eraser. He looks around, trying to locate the source of the projectile, and then finally he tips his face up to the ceiling. There are at least a dozen more, all wedged into the ceiling tiles, and countless pockmarks indicating that they are far from the first batch. He tucks the pencil into the pocket of his jacket and makes his way back to the lobby. He’s on the other side of security, steps away from the front doors, when someone calls his name.

“Spender!” says a man, blond and bulky with a cheesy smile. “No shit, it’s really you!”

Jeff narrows his eyes and searches the man’s face, but he isn’t familiar. The two men walk toward one another and meet with a quick, casual handshake.

“I apologize, I can’t seem to recall your name,” Jeff says, chagrined, and the man makes an exaggerated expression of incredulity, holding his arms out and dropping his jaw in mock offense.

“It’s Nick Sellers, man! I can’t believe you don’t remember me!” he chides playfully, slapping Jeff on the upper arm.

“Sorry, my memory isn’t what it used to be,” he admits, still coming up empty even with a name to accompany the face.

“Don’t worry about it. The Academy was, what, almost fifteen years ago now?”

The Academy. Quantico. He still can’t remember the man, but knowing that he was a fellow recruit is helpful context.

“Has it been that long? It feels like lifetimes ago,” Jeff says. “You work out of the Hoover?” he asks, and Nick nods.

“Been here since I finished basic training,” Nick says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I’ve seen a lot of new agents come and go, but few with as much promise as young Jeffrey Spender,” he adds teasingly.

“Yeah, well, I think I’ve done alright,” Jeff offers demurely, and suddenly Nick perks up.

“Hey, we should grab lunch and catch up. Are you free now? I was just about to walk down to Old World Deli.”

Jeff checks his watch. He isn’t in any hurry to face Diana, and he hasn’t eaten anything since before leaving Philly. And if Nick has been working at the Hoover all this time, he must know something about Mulder.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” he agrees, and the two men exit the building side by side.

The Old World Deli is noisy and bustling with a melting pot of suited professionals and wide-eyed tourists, and offers an assortment of sandwiches and salads. The first forty minutes of their meal are spent catching up on their lives since Jeff left the Academy, and he pretends to recall information Nick offers about himself and the classes they were in together at Quantico. Jeff learns that Nick works in counter-terrorism, has a wife and two children, and an alarming level of hatred for the San Francisco 49ers. As they finish their meals, the pressure of time asserts itself and Jeff decides that it’s now or never.

“During your time at the Hoover, have you ever worked with or known of an agent with the last name Mulder?” he asks with what he hopes is a casual tone.

Nick sits back in his chair and pushes his bottom lip out, considering.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, why?” he says after a beat, and Jeff shrugs.

“What about Dana Scully? Was there an agent by that name?”

“Dana Scully?” Nick repeats, and Jeff nods. “No, never heard of her.”

Jeff sighs and runs one hand across the back of his neck.

“Is something the matter, Jeff? You seem…I don’t know, unsettled, I guess,” Nick says sincerely, tossing his napkin on his plate.

Jeff looks at this man, who is purportedly a friend but whom he cannot remember. There’s really no way to tell the story that doesn’t sound preposterous, but he feels like he’s so close to an answer, and he can’t afford not to take every shot available. He leans in and Nick mirrors him, the two men now huddled over the remains of their lunch.

“This is going to sound crazy,” he begins, and Nick cracks a small, skeptical smile. “Twice now I’ve had someone, complete strangers, tell me that I look exactly like a man named Mulder. The second time it happened, they told me that this man, Mulder, worked at the FBI, out of the Hoover, and his partner was a redhead named Dana Scully.” Nick’s eyebrows lift, but he doesn’t say anything. “If it were just the one time, I could write it off as a coincidence, but twice? I feel like there’s something to it, and that’s why I drove down here. But so far all I’m hitting are dead ends.”

Nick watches him for a moment, blinking rapidly.

“That uh…that sounds disturbing, Jeff. I can see why that would be…disturbing,” he says haltingly. “But you know, stuff like that happens all the time.”

Jeff cocks his head and scoffs.

“Does it? Do you regularly have strangers call you by another name? Mistake you for someone else?” he asks, slightly less kindly than he intended.

Another blank stare, another series of erratic blinks.

“Yeah, I mean…you know, um…hey, maybe we can go back to the Hoover and ask them to look at the employee files and see if there are any Mulders in there, would that make you feel better?”

A momentary surge of excitement quickly dissipates.

“Sure, but that kind of information is confidential, isn’t it?” he counters. “You can’t just waltz into HR and ask them to search employee files.”

Nick’s mouth hangs open for a beat.

“I work in HR,” he says awkwardly. “I can look it up. Just, uh, don’t tell anyone, okay?” he adds with a nervous laugh.

“I thought you said you worked in counter-terrorism,” Jeff points out.

“Right,” Nick says, then just stares at him. “My wife works in HR,” he blurts out.

“Your wife who you just told me ten minutes ago stays at home with your kids?” Jeff asks.

Now Nick’s mouth is opening and closing like a hungry fish, his eyes flicking back and forth. Jeff hears the squabble of radio chatter, and then a shriek of feedback that makes Nick’s hand fly to his ear.

“Fuck!” he says sharply, turning away.

Cortisol. Adrenaline. Fight or flight kicks into gear. Jeff pushes away from the table, the screech of his chair drawing looks from surrounding patrons.

“Jeff, wait,” Nick says, knocking his own chair over as he quickly stands.

Jeff doesn’t stick around to hear what he has to say. He runs back to his car, his lungs burning, and drives across town to Diana’s hotel. He came to D.C. looking for answers, but so far all he has are more questions.

-

Diana is much later than promised, and he waits for her with raw nerves and a pit in his belly.

He’s more sure than ever that something untoward is going on here. That man, Nick, was some kind of decoy, being fed information and answers—but why? Someone is going to great lengths to prevent him from uncovering who Mulder is, and the more roadblocks they throw in his path, the more desperate he is for answers.

Diana slumps through the door and gives him a weary look before she kicks off her heels and crosses to the bathroom. He’d forgotten, in his panic over his unsettling lunch date, that she’s upset with him. That suddenly feels like the least of his problems. She returns in cotton lounge pants and a T-shirt, leaning against the counter of the kitchenette and leveling him with an irritated glare.

“Diana, I know you’re pissed at me, but something is going on and I need your help getting to the bottom of it,” he says, making no attempt to placate her.

“You need my help?” she repeats with a scoff. “I’m busy, Jeff. I’m working. That’s why I came down here, you may recall.”

“Listen to me, Diana. Do you remember that name I mentioned? Mulder?”

Her expression falls momentarily, but she quickly recovers.

“Sure, from your little friend in the coffee shop,” she says derisively.

“Well, it happened again. Someone called me that name: Mulder. It’s no coincidence, and it’s not meaningless. There’s something to this, Diana, and someone is trying to keep me from figuring out what,” he tells her.

“Who else called you that?” she asks, seeming unsettled.

“A new patient. I went by the Hoover today and ran into some guy—Nick Sellers—and he told me we were at the Academy together but I don’t remember him at all. Do you remember that name?”

“Sure, Nick Sellers. I think he’s in counter-terrorism now,” she says flatly.

“Well I’ve never seen the guy before in my life,” he continues, “and some of the things he was saying weren’t adding up. But the kicker is, I think he was wearing an earpiece.”

Diana stares at him for a beat, then moves away from the counter and begins to rummage in the mini fridge.

“Do you want a drink?” she asks, and he feels a flare of anger.

“Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” he barks at her.

“Yes, Jeff, I’m listening to what you’re saying,” she says tartly, her back still to him. “You sound like one of those paranoid conspiracy theorists.”

He blinks at her, flabbergasted.

“Are you serious? You don’t find it at all strange that twice in the past week and a half someone I don’t recognize has called me by a name I’ve never heard? And that my new patient said this Mulder person worked for the FBI?” He decides to leave off the detail about Dana Scully and the coffee shop, lest she get the wrong idea.

“What I find strange,” she says as she begins to mix an airplane bottle of rum and a can of coke, “is that you drove down here even after I very explicitly asked you not to.” She picks up the empty ice bucket and turns to him, holding it out. “Would you go get some ice, please?”

White hot rage floods his veins. He stands and takes two steps forward, snatching the ice bucket out of her hand and tossing it into the corner of the room. Diana doesn’t flinch, just watches him with a carefully neutral expression.

“Why are you so hung up on me driving down here?” he shouts. “I’m telling you that I think something seriously disturbing is happening to me, and all you care about is that I didn’t follow your fucking orders? Are you my wife or my warden, Diana?!”

Her jaw sets and she re-crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Your warden?” she repeats in a low growl. “Is that how you see me? I’m not the one who cheated, Jeff. That was you. I’m not the one who lies.”

“That was years ago, Diana! I know I made a mistake, and I’m sorry. I truly am sorry every day. But I–I can’t live like this forever. I can’t live under your microscope.”

He’s softening a bit under the weight of his guilt. She has a way of doing this, of making him forget why he’s angry by reminding him what he put her through.

“Do you want to know why I didn’t want you to come down here, Jeff?” she asks tightly. He nods. “Your father is being sued. Some business deal out of Washington that went sideways—the details don’t matter. But I was trying to respect his privacy. He didn’t want you to know.”

There it is again, that familiar sickening feeling. Somehow, he’s always the one who is in the wrong.

“Oh,” he says, lamely.

“Maybe if you could just trust me, Jeff, if you could just believe that I have your best interests at heart, you wouldn’t feel like I have you under a microscope,” she says with equal parts sadness and anger.

“I’m sorry,” he says, sitting heavily on the foot of the bed.

Diana slowly moves to sit beside him and rests her hand on his knee.

“I’m worried about you,” she says gently. “All this about someone wearing a wire—maybe your head injury was more severe than we thought. Have you been taking your medication?”

“Sometimes. Not very consistently,” he admits.

“Maybe you should take some time off work, make an appointment with Dr. Phan and get checked out,” she suggests.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Do you promise me you’ll go home tomorrow? Take your meds and get some rest? Maybe you just need a break, Jeff.”

“Okay. I will. I’ll head home in the morning.”

“Good. Hey,” she says, waiting until he looks at her. “I’m on your side,” she tells him with an affectionate smile. “We’ll figure it out together.”

He forces a smile in return, though he feels anything but happy. He feels like his grip on reality is loosening by the minute.

“Thanks, Diana. I’m sorry I’ve been so—”

“It’s okay,” she interrupts him. “For better or for worse, right?”

“Right.”

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#the x files #x files fanfic #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #xf fanfic #x files #the x-files #xfiles #thexfiles

[babblingeccentric]

Strawhat Real World Jobs

Yes Oda did give out alternate jobs for all the strawhats in an SBS but I will die before I accept Zoro as a cop and I have a few other quibbles and elaborations I'd like to put forth for Modern AUs. I want you to keep in mind that I'm writing this from a distinctly US American point of view so some of the job cultures may be slightly different to your locality.

Luffy- Firefighter: this one is correct. Luffy needs a job that is highly physical with low organization and intelligence requirements (sorry) This man is not going to college. He isn't a hero but there's no other legal way to get the adrenaline rush he needs. Also firefighters have a higher tolerance for fistfighting than other jobs, but not as much as construction. I think he could do construction labor if needed but I also think he would get bored. He would also be a PR nightmare as a professional athlete or wrestler. Could make it as a YouTuber but only if someone else edited his videos. Honestly YouTuber Luffy is your best choice if you want to preserve the feel of canon in a modern world.

Zoro- Cop: I'm sorry Oda but this is dumb as shit. Zoro would get asked to serve an eviction to a struggling mother of three or clear out a homeless encampment and quit on the spot. Or he would get into fights with other cops and get walled out and have to quit. He could still be a swordsman as a professional Kendo fencer? Athlete? Idk what they call those but he'd go on the pro circuit and absolutely decimate. He'd teach at a dojo in the off seasons. I'd also see him as an athletic trainer. I think Zoro could make it through college

Nami- Nursery School Teacher: While Nami is canonically very fond of children and quite good with them this feels like kind of a cop out. I think meteorologist suits her skills really well and I think she could kill it in the looks contest that weather anchors have to play.

Sanji- Stylist: I love this one so much. Idk what the original was but a stylist in the US refers to either a personal stylist which is a person who picks rich people's outfits or a hair stylist which is a person who cuts and styles hair, usually women's. Both jobs are associated with flamboyant gay men. He goes to his job and he gasses up women and calls men ugly for eight hours and then comes home and cooks Luffy dinner because he got texted a picture of the most fucked up eggs you ever did see that morning.

Ussop- Graphic Designer: I honestly have no notes. Yeah Ussop can hold down a steady job, and yeah it should be art focused. What is art but lying anyway?

Chopper- Grade School Teacher: This one is just so cute. He's got a childishness to him that makes kids like him and he has a soft caring personality that makes him good at his job. He can also be strict when he really has to. I agree Chopper would be a great elementary school teacher

Franky- Pilot: I guess? The thing is I think flying a plane for a job is both stressful and boring and I honestly don't think it suits him as well as say mechanic. I think Franky would be great as a mechanic souping up hot rods and doing weird custom jobs and he would be very entrenched in the local car scene. I also do just love mechanic characters

Robin- Flight Attendant: We all know this is just for Frobin reasons. And while the idea of a hand sprouting from your fold down tray to serve you your in flight meal is charming Robin deserves better than being Franky's beautiful assistant. Also I don't wish customer service upon her after all her suffering. I think she would be a great lawyer. She's smart, she's eloquent, she's poised- she'd kill it in the courtroom. She does corporate law for Crocodiles unethical company for a ridiculous sum before quitting to start her own firm and defending Luffy's numerous aggravated assault charges cause she likes him.

Brook- Detective: I'm not really sure why they picked this but I now want a detective story where Brook runs around solving mysteries (wait isn't that just skullduggery pleasant?)

Jinbe- Train Station Attendant: This is really cute, but we all know he'd be a retired yakuza boss. Maybe in some wild world where none of the strawhats turn to crime. I think he would be a local institution and know a lot of people and ask them about their families and such

#strawhat pirates #one piece headcanons #one piece strawhats #straw hat pirates #mine #i kinda ran outta steam with jinbe #sorry jinbe #My writing

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 5: Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

Part 4:

Then there was a screeching noise, like microphone feedback, causing everyone to cover their ears. We let our hands down as it faded, and Dad pulled out his control device. A heavily damaged Iron Legion suit stumbled into the room.

“Worthy... No, how could you be worthy? You're all killers,” the suit spoke. It was a very different voice than what they usually have. “Stark,” Steve said with a tense voice. “Jarvis.”

“I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream?”

“Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit,” Dad murmured while talking on the controller.

“There was a terrible noise... and I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy,” he talked like he had thoughts.

“You killed someone?” Asked Steve.

“Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor stepped forward.

“I see a suit of armor around the world.” My dad’s voice came out of the robot. “Ultron!” Banner looked so swiftly at Dad that I’m sure it was something that came out of their lab.

“In the flesh. Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission,” the suit corrected himself. I swear he has a whole personality.

“What mission?” Natasha asked.

“Peace in our time.”

The next second the walls exploded, and several Iron Legion bots barged into the room.

Steve pushed me back on the couch before kicking up the coffee table but a bot flew right at the table, pushing him over the fence.

“You man and your goddamn toys,” I got up and quickly flew after one of the bots, and as it saw me, it started to fly towards me. With one move I ripped him in parts as the bright orange glow took the robot apart.

I turned around and saw one of them shoot at Natasha and Banner and I sighed. “I am a nice person. I take care of my teammates,” I mumbled to myself before I flew over and took him over the fence. Punching it a couple of times I ripped down its head. It fell to the ground and I let out a big breath since I felt my side hurt like a bitch. Touching the aching part I immediately saw the redness on my palm.

Looked up and saw Natasha watching my movements with a shocked face. “You did not just shoot me?” I tilted my head and she quickly looked into my eyes. “I didn’t see you coming…” She was by my side in a blink of an eye, looking at the wound closely. “Take it out,” I said, not even looking at her. “What?” Her eyes shot up and with a frown, she waited for the joke part. “Take the bullet out, Romanoff. You put it there, you take it out,” I pressed and she sighed. “It’s gonna hurt,” she said. “No shit.”

“Hold onto this,” Natasha handed me the head of the robot. I rolled my eyes and grabbed it. “Don’t pull your fucking attitude on me,” she grumbled, pushing my arm higher. “Then stop rubbing your fucking relationship in my face,” I spit back but the next moment her fingers were deep in my rib cage, hunting for the bullet. “Oh fuck,” I said out loud, more like screamed, and with no intention I destroyed the robot piece in my hand even more.

“Then stop sleeping with all the men from the fucking ‘40s.”

***

“All our work is gone. Ultron cleared out, used the internet as an escape hatch,” said Bruce as he was looking through the computer. “He's been in everything. Files, surveillance. Probably knows more about us than we know about each other,” Natasha interfered. “He's in our files, he's in the internet. What if he decides to access something a little more exciting?” I asked. “Nuclear codes,” said Maria as she was cleaning the wounds on her foot. “Nuclear codes. Look, we need to make some calls, assuming we still can,” Rhodey jumped in. “Nukes? He said he wanted us dead,” Natasha wondered. “He didn't say dead. He said extinct,” Steve was quick to correct her. “He also said he killed somebody,” Clint reminded us. I couldn’t find out who that could be. “But there wasn't anyone else in the building.” “Yes there was,” Dad stepped up and brought up the now-destroyed 3D image of JARVIS' consciousness.

“JARVIS was the first line of defense. He would've shut Ultron down, it makes sense,” I said as I walked closer to the hologram. It was in pieces. “No, Ultron could've assimilated Jarvis. This isn't strategy, this is...rage,” I rolled my eyes at Banner’s words. The next second Thor barged through the door and took hold of my dad by his neck.

“Come on. Use your words, buddy,” Dad murmured. “I have more than enough words to describe you, Stark,” Thor spoke straight in his face. “Thor! The Legionnaire.” I said firmly and Thor dropped the man. “Trail went cold about a hundred miles out but it's headed north, and it has the scepter. Now we have to retrieve it, again,” he explained.

“The genie's out of that bottle. Clear and present is Ultron.”

***

Sitting on the table while Cho cleared my wound all I could think about was how Ultron became so powerful so quickly. I know my dad is trying to protect the world but creating these is the opposite of saving the world. And it won’t be long till someone from the outside thinks that the Avengers are not a shelter or a powerful force against evil, but something that makes it more difficult.

“Dr. Cho, could I speak with my daughter for a minute please?” Heard his voice from the other side of the medical bay. “Sure, I was finished anyways,” she put one more tape over the gaze and left the room.

I pulled my shirt over the wound and got off the table. “Speak,” I said. I had no desire to hear his words about how everyone overreacted to the situation and that he thinks he was right. “So you’re clearly not on my side,” he leaned against one of the beds. “Great job reading the room,” I turned towards him, crossing my arms. “You can’t do this,” I said and he looked confused. “Do what?” “Acting like you can save the world. This happened because you can’t control your god complex. The world was made to be bad and good but people are the reason it’s good AND bad. The Avengers were formed to protect humanity, not destroy them. I know that you just want to keep everyone safe, I get that. But doing something like you and Banner did with Ultron is a huge blow for what we’ve been doing so far. So next time, please think about the worst possible outcome of what you do in that lab, okay?”

I made my way toward my room, not even wanting to hear his answer. I took a long shower and changed into a more fight-ready outfit, just some simple and old SHIELD uniform that we used for mission practice.

On my way trying to find Steve and Maria, I saw Natasha hanging out in the kitchen area, cleaning a cut on her forearm.

Should I help? I mean she pulled a bullet out of my body so… But then also kind of slut shamed me. Yeah, that’s the Natasha I’ve never really got the chance to experience. “You need help?” I asked with a confident voice, making sure she wouldn’t catch on to my anxiety. “I’m fine,” she said without even looking at me. “Yeah, I can see that,” I looked down at her hand, trying to sew up the cut.

I walked further into the kitchen and grabbed an emergency medical kit from under the sink. We have these stacked everywhere around the tower.

Put the bag next to her and she leaned back with a sigh. Dropped the needle and stayed put. “You need local anesthetic?” I asked, grabbing everything that I would need to sew up the wound. “No.” I cleaned off her arm and washed my own hands just to be sterile. Sewing up her arm was something I haven’t done in a really long time. Yeah, I’ve helped Steve and Clint a couple of times lately but not her. It’s been a while since we had a human interaction other than hating on each other.

“Did you know about what they were doing?” She asked and I glanced up at her. “No. I don’t really have time to look out for my grown-ass father too, alongside a child.” “Is Katarina okay? Have you spoken to her?” She rambled. “It’s 4 in the morning Natalia… She’s with Laura anyway,” I said, finishing half of the wound already. “Right,” she cleared her throat and we both fell silent.

I finished up the stitches and put some gaze around it and secured it with medical tape. “You’re all done,” I said, putting away what I didn’t use for the stitch-up. “Thanks.” Her voice was quiet and sore. Natasha stood there for a couple more seconds before storming off. “Wow, nice talk.”

***

We all gathered around a computer, looking for answers. Then Steve walked in with a laptop. “What's this?” I asked. “A message. Ultron killed Strucker,” he said and I was quick to take the tablet out of Thor’s hands.

He was just lying there, one bullet to the heart, one of the easiest ways Ultron could’ve killed him. Peace was painted on the wall with what I assume was his blood. I wanted to end him, to make him suffer and feel every bit of dying. He’s gone now but damn what a waste to do it this way.

I handed the device to Dad and I could feel Natasha was looking at me, but I ignored it completely.

“This is a smokescreen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?” She questioned. “Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss,” I said, moving away from the table. “Yeah, I bet he…” she started as she looked through the computer. “Yep. Everything we had on Strucker has been erased,” she said. “Not everything,” I stepped in.

We brought in old paper files and started to look. “Known associates. Well, Strucker had a lot of friends,” said Steve. “Well, these people are all horrible,” Banner spoke up. “No shit,” I murmured and Steve nudged me with his elbow.

“Wait. I know that guy,” Dad chimed in. Banner passed him the photo he was looking at. “From back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms,” Steve gave my dad an accusing look and he was quick to elaborate. “There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything.”

“What’s this?” Thor pointed at the man’s neck. “Uh, it's a tattoo. I don't think he had it…” “No, those are tattoos, this is a brand,” I said as I took a closer look at the pictures. “Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way,” Banner read from the computer. “What dialect?” I asked, looking his way. “Wakanada?” “Wakanda. I know that place isn’t that-“ I looked back at Steve and my dad. We shared a look and Dad took a sharp breath in. “If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods…” He said. “I thought your father said he got the last of it?” Steve questioned. “I don't follow. What comes out of Wakanda?” Asked Banner. “The strongest metal on earth,” I nodded towards Steve’s shield.

#gxg #black widow imagines #black widow #black widow x female reader #black widow x reader #black widow x stark!reader #black widow x you #black widow x y/n #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x stark!reader #steve rogers #tony stark #clint barton #maria hill #the avengers #age of ultron #stark reader

[kristowldeer]

A Dry Pie

Jack Horner x Fem!Reader (food critic)

Hey guys, so I didn’t write anything in English for a few years now! And I just watched Puss in Boots 2, so… he’s big, obsessive, and in a purple suit, what else do we need??

I've came up with this idea of us being an influential food critic, and i didn't see any other fic like that (if I'm wrong please do correct me) so here we go! Part 2: https://kristowldeer.tumblr.com/post/713153178129055744/jack-horner-x-femreader-food-critic-2-part

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– Who wrote this? – the newspaper was slowly torn into pieces, – I’m asking you once again, – an extremely big man in a purple suit raised from his table, – Who wrote this?! – he slammed the table so hard, that the sound of it slightly cracking filled the air after.

– Sir, mr Horner, it’s-she- her name is (Y/N) , sir-

– I saw the name with my own eyes, you idiot! Where did she came from?! Who the hell she thinks she is?!

– Well, mr Horner, sir, – the worker couldn’t stop stuttering, – She’s the m-most influential food critic of the-

Enormous shadow was looming over the shaking “Little Jack’s Horner pie” company employee. For a second, poor fella didn’t even dare to breath, just to not anger his short tempered boss even more.

– Now listen to me closely. You will go to your tiny worthless table, with you tiny worthless feet, and will write a tiny invitation for this hag of a woman to come here and rethink her dry position about my dry pies, – for a moment the worker thought that Horner’s eye was twitching from inner aggression that he tried to suppress, – Instructions clear?

– Yes, mr Horner, s-sir!

– Now get out of my sight before I snapped your neck!

The worker ran to the door but stopped with it half open:

– Mr Horner… Should I call her hag in the letter?

He slammed the door shut just before a thrown knife could pierce his eye.

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They’ve settled on Thursday.

Two days were spent on thorough preparations and rehearsals for the “big arrival”, and maybe a dozen of deaths, because as once was said by a great man: you can’t bake a pie without loosing a dozen man. Especially when you are going to make the greatest pie you’ve ever done in your whole life.

On the night of her arrival Jack was thinking of possibilities of just exterminating the hag, as he named her earlier, but nevertheless wore his best suit and styled his hair just right. Everything was supposed to be perfect.

– She’s here! She’s here, mr Horner! – someone ran into his office.

– What? – he turned away from his mirror, – An hour earlier? Did you bake the pie already?!

– S-sir it’s in the oven, we need at least half an hour for it to be-

– Ugh, you idiots can’t do anything right! Now I’m supposed to talk with this woman to make her happy!

– Maybe someone else could-

– No! You will ruin everything, again. – he made a deep breath, – Fine. Tell everyone that we’re greeting her now as we rehearsed.

On the way out Jack suddenly stopped:

– And yes, if she will be displeased… – he slowly loomed over and said in deep whisper, – You’re all going to be very sorry.

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He stands there with his usual obnoxious grin, he was ready and he knew he did good, and looking good too. If only he could control every other employee, but for that it would take real magic, so he could only pray for them to not mess this up. Everything and everyone was clean and wearing a smile, not too wide and not too small, and god forbid if she sees any fear in their eyes.

Heavy, big doors of the factory were opening slowly. He thought to himself chucking inside: “We’ll see who’s gonna be important now, who’s going to have a last laugh, miss (Y/n)”. It was already dark outside, so before she stepped inside he couldn’t possibly see her face, but he has imagined it already for a few times. He clearly saw a witchy, long and ugly nose which she likes to put in others busyness, her crooked into unpleasant grimace lips, which were always conveying displeasure with others, and her beautiful, most magnetic eyes with long eyelashes, that where trying to get used to the sudden light. “Oh god she’s so- No! You, fool, get yourself together!” Jack felt as his cheeks were suddenly turning warmer.

No, no, no! What is it?! What is this stupid feeling doing in my head?! Oh, maybe she’s a witch? Yes! Absolutely, that’s why she has lived for so long and didn’t get herself killed with such nonsense that she writes! A witch! Magician! Maybe she could teach me magic some- No! Stupid voices, just shut up!

– Excuse me, mr Horner, is something wrong? You look slightly… alarmed? – he didn’t even notice as she came closer and was standing not so far from him.

– Ah! Miss (Y/N), I’m sorry, no, it’s just I’ve felt a little hot- I mean not well today, but I can reassure you that right now I’m completely fine.

– That’s good, mr Horner, – she slightly smiled and looked around, – So tell me… what did I do to deserve an honour of such an invitation?

Oh god her smile is so pretty- Shut it, stupid brain!

– I think that you know that very well, miss (Y/N). – they slowly started moving in the direction of his office, – I am very much interested in your… reconsideration of that thing that you’ve wrote about my- our pies.

– Ah, so you didn’t like my review? I hope I didn’t offend your feelings? – she slightly touched his elbow in reassuring gesture.

Why is she touching me? Her hand is so… tiny, fragile. I could’ve easily break it with just one hand.

– No, of course not, how could you possibly offend me? – he chuckled.

– I’m glad to hear that, – they’ve stepped into his office, – So, mr Horner, why aren’t we heading to the kitchen? Or do you want to show me something special that everyone else can’t see? – she smiled playfully.

God, what is she- why is she saying that? Is she implying on- No, she can’t possibly-

– Don’t be so serious, mr Horner! I apologise, I like to joke too much perhaps. You know, especially I like dry jokes.

Ah, she’s playing with me, just playing. Just jokes… right? Dry. Yes, the pie!

– It’s alright, miss (Y/N). I, of all people, can appreciate a good joke. About the kitchen, – he slowly walked to the wall with unicorn horns, – It’s just that we weren’t expecting you to be early. So I thought of entertaining you a little bit.

– And how exactly would you like to entertain me, mr Horner?

She’s smiling again. Is she joking? But there is no joke in this sentence! Is she… flirting with me? Impossible! Yes, I am a good one, maybe even more than good, but she? No. I don’t believe it. I’m misunderstanding the situation.

– As you can see, – he turned to face some shelfs of his, – I have a peculiar collection of different magical objects. I hope you will at least find it amusing.

– Yes, in fact I already do, mr Horner, – he could hear her soft steps, – What about this one?

Jack turned around to see her reaching out to touch a Midas’s hand, even though it was protected with special glass, his heart skipped a bit.

– Don’t! – as fast as he could he shifted to stop her hand.

I’m holding her hand. Her small, gentle hand. Mine looks so horribly enormous. Is she disgusted with it? I do look like a giant for her. I should probably release it… but she’s not moving either. Why?

– It’s… It’s dangerous to touch. Ever heard of king Midas? – Jack started to feel hotter, they were standing so close.

Extremely close. And I still hold her hand.

– Oh, yes, I didn’t, – her breaths were becoming shallow, – I mean I heard, but how do you have such a… hand?

She’s looking at my hand. So what is she asking about? I hope about- Her chest is rising so high, and oh lord that cleavage, I can’t get exited right now!

Sudden knock on the door made them step away from each other.

– What is it?

– Mr Horner, everything is ready.

– Yes, I’m coming- We, we’re coming. Miss (Y/N)?

– Alright, mr Horner. Lead the way, – she slightly smiled.

She smiles, but why is she looking… disappointed?

The two of them came to the table surrounded with every possible worker of the company, who were impatiently waiting for their sentence but still wearing a smile.

Jack pulled a chair for (Y/N) to sit at the neatly prepared table, and set across, hardly trying to hide his anticipation. The pie was served. The slice of it was looking extremely delicious, pared with a ball of vanilla ice cream, that was slowly and seductively melting in the heat of fresh bakery, mixing with a purple plum juice.

She took a bite.

I bet her lips are so delicious. Even more delicious than this damned pie. Why is she doing it so slowly? No, please, not the eye contact! She’s playing with me, she’s definitely a witch. I bet I look as red as I could possibly be. It’s good that it’s still hot in here after all the cooking. If anyone is staring at her right now, I swear-

– Delicious.

– What? – he stuttered.

(Y/N) already ate all of her slice, and slowly put a knife and a fork near the plate:

– Mr Horner, I said this pie is delicious. I think when I ate it in the restaurant it was not this fresh. Not this… wet.

– Wet? – Jack was very confused.

– Yes, mr Horner. Wet, not dry. I like my pie extremely wet.

Someone in the crowd breathed with a sound of relief, but Jack couldn’t mumble a single word. When she raised from the table, he almost jumped after her and nearly flipped over the table.

Why is this always supposed to be so awkward?! Damn it!

– Mr Horner, I would like to take what’s left from the pie with me, – she straightened her clothes and looked Jack right in the eye.

– Of course, miss (Y/N), – he didn’t even had to ask: a few workers were already dashing in the depth of kitchen, – Maybe we can provide you with something else, or-

– No need, thank you. I will see myself out.

– Of course, I will escort you-

– No need, mr Horner. I believe I’ve already took a lot of your time today.

Why is she so eager to go all of a sudden? Ah, of course, she’s bored and scared of you. What else have you expected?

Someone handled her a package with a pie.

– Oh, and mr Horner?

– Yes?

– I would like to have such a pie home-delivered to me in a few days. Can you do it for me, please?

She’s looking at me somewhat strange. What is she implying? We don’t do home deliveries! Ugh, quick, answer!

– Of course, miss (Y/N).

– Marvellous! So, I hope we’ll meet again, mr Horner. Have a pleasant evening.

And thus she walked away, leaving a big man standing frozen in the hot kitchen.

#jack horner #big jack horner #puss in boots #jack horner x reader #puss in boots last wish

[megamangxtheadventure]

MAGE CHONiCLES CHAPTER 23 THE THE PURGE

at illuminati base ted cruz was there with the most powerful men in politics “megamangx is back i am tired of losing to him!” ted cruz slam fisting into the tables.

the golden doors open and a stinky fat man in a suit and white ugly boots comed in it was ron desantis “ron why are you here what happened to trump?” ted pointed.

“trump was too woke so i killed him this group has a new leader but it must be purged made pure becuse even illuminati has become woke and i must make it pure like me!” ron said and the politicians looked scare

“are you betray us?” shouted sargon

Ron smile and started to fart real hard as the room was filled with fart gas and air was green with farts “silent but deadly my friends” ron laughed as the illuminati members choked to death “smell my freedom farts you woke fucks its time to build a new empire a strong mepire filled with strong white strong people who think like me no parish you cucks!!!” he farted real bad and the room was farts and he even grebbed turd cruz face and sat on it and forced him to smell the farts and he die of fart “eat my farts of freedom EAT THEM YOU FUCK!” Ron laughed with villainy as everyone in the room die of poson

shadiversty and some medevil knights on horses comed into the room with steampuink gas marsks “peasants remove these dead bodys i would be speking with the great leader” said sadiversty with an english old voice

“i pledge my sowrd to you kind desanta becuse i fear woke will turn my daugter into a woke and i can not live in that world we must purge weakness and go back to tradation and middle ages where life was better” hje said.

ron laughed and started eating some meatballs “dont worry in exchange for helping my side you will be rewarded i know like me you hate democrcy and want an empire of the powerful”

shadiversty nodee “yes america was on the wrong side of the revoluiton engerland should have won but the mistake will be corrected and everyone shall know the glory of king charles our ruler and the true emperoer of america and knights and castles will come back like the olden days”

a chamber opened and a bald cyborg had come in “lord putin i had not expected you so soon” ron kneeled to his master

“i was near death after that megafool gx killed me but russia sciance has made me powercul again and i will build my empire and have ravengence” said putin.

shardiversty kneed “what about gensokyo this realm they are after why not let me take it and i will make these girls into wifes who know there place as it is in the naturol order”

Putin opened a window and below was 1000s of robot “we will turn them against themselfs these bots can bend in and spread my ideals and turn everyone against each other i shall infest gensokyo with them and spread russia desires to everyone”

GENSOKYO MARIASA HOUSE

Robbie rotten woke up “why did i get here where is that pesky megaman gx” he danced out ofg bed

outside was megamangx in a cool mage trenchcoat over his armor studying the arcene boots “robbe you comed back good you must listan to me illuminati are bad guys and can not trust them woodman knowed this its why they tryed to kill him ten years ago” megamankgx explined

robbie was sad “i just am a villain but these people want to destory the world and make it a not fun place for everyubody in it and no matter how many times you beat them up or getting new super forms they just keep cominmg back and being worse” he signed

megamangx equiped his magibuster “we needing to find yukari she will have answers to what is going wrong and help me unlike my mage forms”

but then the two of them got blastered by glowing numbers as they hit a tree “what was that attack!” robbie gasrped!

a man in a suit was there “MATHS!” he laughed and blasted them with a beam of numbers.

“IS THAT RICHIE SUNAK!!” megamangx shouted.

sunak throwed a body with white hair on the ground and a blue jacket and wound on back with smoke “ITS CAT BOY SANS WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM YOU SON OF A BITHCH!!” screamed megamangx

richie sunak laughed evil “the uk has decided the catboy fandom needs to be banned for public order so i decise to do the banning myself with death” he laughed mad and kicked catboy sans body and got megamangx real mad

two more was there in powered armor with laser sword it was kemi banderdock and sueila beaverman “youll pay for killing boris” kemi banderdock spit at megaman gx and beaverman point her laser sword at robbie rottens back “

megamangx glowed with the elemental runes as he flaoted in the air with books “i am not letting you hurt more friends you will pay for catboy sans death!!!”

sunak blurst inwto laughter “you think its just us 3 ever since brexit we needed more power to keep order in england it was dark time but now we privatized the army with our new friends THE PSYKO SYNDINCATE!”

bald men in purpel jackets and guns comed “YOUR WORKING WITH THE PSYKOS YOU IDOTS YOU CAN NOT CONTROL THEM THEY WUILL DESTORY YOU!” robbie rotten glasped.

a green portal appeared a beam of green light and bullats blasted into 100s of psykos and sunak was shocked “WHO DARES!” he said and fired maths at the portal but the man with blonde hair blocked it “I DID! THE X SLAYER!” SAID ZANE ROCKS!

to be continued

#megaman #megamangx the adventure #megamangx #zane rocks #slayers x terminal aftermath #robbie rotten #fan fiction #fanfic #psykos

[charmingbrute]

Athena stared at Ares; her arms were crossed over her chest. "When were you going to tell me that you are sleeping with my protégée," she asked him, clearly displeased with the entire situation. "You question my choice of husband and then you charm Hekate?"

With a haughty smirk adorning his countenance, the man crossed his arms upon his chest, a posture of condescension and superiority. His sister regarded him with a disdainful gaze, her eyes a mirror of the contempt she held.

"I see, sister, that your eyes are ablaze with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. And yet, I cannot help but to wear a smirk. The irony of your accusations does not escape me, and I am powerless to resist the urge to mock you upon the ground you stand on. Your outrage is quite entertaining, I must admit."

But ah, has he truly done such a thing?

"Athena, your words do ring with a note of familiarity. I have indeed partaken in dalliances with the object of your... mentorship. But I must confess, my thoughts are awhirl in contemplation. Is it your concern to know of such matters, or should they remain in the private musings of my own conscience? The weight of propriety bears heavily upon me, and I am left to ponder the correct path to take."

Nonsense. If she desires to know, she'll hear the full truth of it. After all, he's always been a man so honest. There's naught to hide. She simply didn't find it in herself to inquire before. He couldn't very well disturb her with such news, could he? Occupied with her troubles as a mother and... some ugly man's wife.

"Indeed, dear sister, your... accusations do hold a modicum of truth. I shan't deny the carnal pleasures I have indulged in with you know who. My, I do not even recall her name well." Ares' words flowed forth with practiced ease, his tone dripping with honeyed innocence as he sought to absolve himself of any wrongdoing. He spoke of the woman who had made advances towards him, her desires overt and unrelenting. He proclaimed his own blamelessness in the matter, painting himself as a mere victim of circumstance. His sister must have listened with a skeptical ear, assuming his tale of innocence somewhat skewered.

Yet, he persisted, his voice growing ever more impassioned as he sought to convince her that he charmed no such woman by his choice. He couldn't very well be blamed for being irresistible, not even to her own protégée. "But yes, to do so would be to insult the discretion of your perception. And I must admit, the experience was indeed most enjoyable, I shall relish it forever more in the annals of my memories. Mayhaps even repeat it again if it suits me. The difference between you and I is that I have not taken her as a wife and surely she does not believe me a man fit for espousal."

#( verse : ancient. ) #pcndaemonium #just kill him honestly #inbox.

[stormyoceans]

[VICE VERSA episode 4 parts 1&2]

“Friend Credits” is so cheesy but I love it asdljfkdl

There’s that weird music from episode 2 again

Yeah you would NOT get me up to that studio, I have a fear of falling so I wouldn’t be able to climb that ladder

My reservations aside though it’s such a cute and quirky location :’)

Guys, at least pick initials instead of “male lead” and “female lead”, use T and P as a cute nod for all I care

Up and Aou leaving together /again/, MM-HMMM

Fuckin’ Mr Plagiarism over here

Puen’s writing got good because he’s in luuuurve

Talay’s gotten so used to Puen getting in his face askdljf

Gonna need to try harder than just staring his soul out of his body Puen

I don’t think people can blush on command guys

Omg Talay what is the colour of that suit you’re wearing, it’s so ugly

HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW YOU HAVE A TEST

AI’DANG <3

I’d rather be called Ai’Dang than Miss Vera the Hottie

I just remembered Puen’s driving skills and the only time I’d get on a bike with him is if I had a death wish

HOW FAR AWAY IS THIS TURN THAT THEY CAN DO THIS

DON’T PLAY AROUND ON THE BIKE OMG I’m gonna kill these two myself

STICKING THE PRODUCT PLACEMENT UP THE ACTOR’S NOSE IS ONE WAY TO DO IT

Talay doing the back thing again to thank him, cuuuute

Correct me if I’m wrong but at this stage Puen kind of comes off as still trying to be cool and aloof when he’s probably melting inside

“Who’s the guy in red?” He’s wearing a black jacket……  (yes I know the shirt is red but from their angle it’s not the first thing they’d see)

Look Puen fanfic writers write amazing smut all the time, you don’t need to actually experience a thing before you can write it, you’re an ACTOR for god’s sake

… omg… it’s THE place…….

(and deserted despite the lights being on for some reason)

“After the leads part, they reunite here one day” eheheHEHEEHHEHE

Just cooperate Talay, you stick in the mud

“The cake is a chef’s kiss” WHAT ARE THESE SUBTITLES

“I can buy it myself, I don’t need a lover to do that” Talay gets it

I guess aro universe-swappers would be fucked if the condition is romantic love

Puen: I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IIIIIIIS

More copyright infringement with the folders

If I were a guest at this café I’d get so fucking pissed at these four shouting

Okay but would Tess’s friends not think it… interesting that Tess might be going out with the guy he bragged about stealing a girl from

Screenwriters =/= casting agents Fuse you dipshit

There goes Talay

YEAH SO WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF PLACE IS THIS THAT IT HAS AN AQUARIUM IN THE CEILING

I think later on Puen complains about not being able to pay the rent and it’s like YEAH NO SHIT

Poor Puen, the idea of him hitting on Talay is so implausible to Talay he flat-out rejects it when Puen literally says it

Are you really telling me they made a “reading shoujo is embarrassing because Puen is too good for that” joke, c’mon man

I’d eat that entire basket of chocolate snacks ngl

“Wanna touch it?” DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT

Now I can’t unthink “cheek” as being a stand-in for something else

Damn just kiss already you pathetic cheek-pinchers

Talay’s like “no time for kissing I need to get serious for a mo”

Puen telling Talay he’s not alone <3

At least brush your teeth before you go back to sleep man

Come to think of it how do you /not/ have a hang-over

Nobody at the wedding’s like “who the heck’s this guy who showed up late”

“I should just marry a colorist” Talay’s brain short-circuits

PUEN (the protagonist) CATCHING THE BOUQUET IS SO CLICHÉ BUT I CAN’T EVEN BE MAD

“Friend Credits” is so cheesy but I love it asdljfkdl <<<<< I LOVE IT SO MUCH TOO and the fact that it was puen to suggest the ‘friend’ part…….. IT’S FINE IM FINE

There’s that weird music from episode 2 again <<<<< sfdskfdgsk i’ve never really noticed it before you pointed it out and now for some reason my mind is calling it the ‘get freaky’ music ;;;;;;;;

Yeah you would NOT get me up to that studio, I have a fear of falling so I wouldn’t be able to climb that ladder <<<<< UP JUST GOT LUCKY NONE OF THEM HAD A FEAR OF HEIGHTS TBH like okay maybe he knows tun and aou well enough to know they don’t have that specific phobia, but imagine if he rented the place only to find out that tess is terrified of heights [shakes head] it’s still a very nice location though!!

Guys, at least pick initials instead of “male lead” and “female lead”, use T and P as a cute nod for all I care <<<<< NOW I WISH THEY HAD ACTUALLY USED THEIR INITIALS THAT WOULD HAVE HAD ME SOMERSAULTING CLIMBING THE WALLS SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING

Up and Aou leaving together /again/, MM-HMMM <<<<< 🙊🙊🙊

Fuckin’ Mr Plagiarism over here <<<<< i love that puen's writing is either a) straight up PLAGIARISM, or b) things he actually experienced/wants to experience with talay. i hope he never had to write a sex scene because the mad man would just put his fantasies on display for everyone to see

Talay’s gotten so used to Puen getting in his face askdljf <<<<< after taking a bath together and basically seeing puen naked i guess talay just got desensitized sfjhfsdkjg (the way i wish they had showed us the two of them getting out of that bathtub……. talay is a gentleman so he probably closed his eyes again and let puen have his privacy as he climbed out of the tub and wrapped himself in a towel, meanwhile puen is such a horny bastard he probably turned around but kept sneaking glances……….)

I’d rather be called Ai’Dang than Miss Vera the Hottie <<<<< you mean i cannot call you Miss Vera the Hottie???? 🥺🥺🥺 IM HEARTBROKEN

I just remembered Puen’s driving skills and the only time I’d get on a bike with him is if I had a death wish <<<<< talay trusting puen’s driving skills after knowing that puen died from a car accident and got arrested for driving while drunk (AGAIN) is like.. both the most reckless and most romantic thing he’s ever done

STICKING THE PRODUCT PLACEMENT UP THE ACTOR’S NOSE IS ONE WAY TO DO IT <<<<< I ALREADY SAID THIS BUT LISTEN. i know there are way too many product placements in vice versa but at the same time most of them are literally SO FUNNY AND CLEVER AND GOOD IF I COULD MARRY THEM ALL I WOULD

Correct me if I’m wrong but at this stage Puen kind of comes off as still trying to be cool and aloof when he’s probably melting inside <<<<< i don't want to spoiler you.. though technically you did watch episode 11..... anyway let's just say there is a reason WHY i can't understand how people do not feel the urge to run back to watch AT LEAST episode 4 after ending the show like this was one of my least favorite episodes the first time around and now IT'S ONE OF MY MOST BELOVED LITERALLY MY ENTIRE PERSPECTIVE OF IT CHANGED SO DRASTICALLY IT'S INSANE

Look Puen fanfic writers write amazing smut all the time, you don’t need to actually experience a thing before you can write it, you’re an ACTOR for god’s sake <<<<< OH YOU KNOW THAT WAS JUST AN EXCUSE TO HAVE ANOTHER DATE-NOT-DATE WITH TALAY HE IS SO PATHETIC (affectionate)

… omg… it’s THE place……. <<<<< I CANNOT COMMENT ON ANY PART OF THIS SCENE ON THE ACCOUNT THAT IM AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN WAILING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

I guess aro universe-swappers would be fucked if the condition is romantic love <<<<< yeah just don't listen to anything puen says at this point he wants talay to love him back SOOOO BADLY he would say anything sfjksgfj (but im gonna remind myself to get back to this point once you're done with the show)

Puen: I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IIIIIIIS <<<<< I WANT YOU TO SHOW MEEEEEE (im laughing but also the way this genuinely is a puen song….. [bites her entire hand off])

Okay but would Tess’s friends not think it… interesting that Tess might be going out with the guy he bragged about stealing a girl from <<<<< i don’t think they know the one who tess allegedly stole a girl from is tun, because in episode 2 fuse just says that tess bragged about stealing her from “someone in high school”. then again, even if they knew it was tun i feel like both of them would be like ‘can’t believe tess dated the girl when he actually wanted to date the guy bless his heart he is so….. STOOPID’ (and considering tess’ endless string of Bad Choices, that probably wouldn’t even be too weird)

Poor Puen, the idea of him hitting on Talay is so implausible to Talay he flat-out rejects it when Puen literally says it <<<<< the funny thing is that talay rejecting the idea of puen hitting on him so strongly is the reason why puen brings up the whole 'faking it' thing which is also the reason why talay doesn't believe puen is sincere and all of this ends up trapping them into a vicious cycle for the entire episode and by funny i mean IT MAKES ME WANT TO WALK INTO TRAFFIC

Are you really telling me they made a “reading shoujo is embarrassing because Puen is too good for that” joke, c’mon MAN <<<<< i personally read this scene as puen being embarrassed to admit he likes shoujo because it clashes with the cool actor mask he's still partially hiding himself behind when the truth is that he's just a very soft and romantic boy

I’d eat that entire basket of chocolate snacks ngl <<<<< SAME!!!!!!

“Wanna touch it?” DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT <<<<< I'D TAKE THE KEYBOARD AWAY FROM YOU EXCEPT I KNOW PUEN'S MIND WAS IN THE GUTTER TOO

Now I can’t unthink “cheek” as being a stand-in for something else <<<<< STOPPPPPSFJKSGDKSGDK (i mean puen IS an ass ma- [GUNSHOT])

Puen telling Talay he’s not alone <3 <<<<< NOT TO REPEAT MYSELF OVER AND OVER AGAIN BUT THE WAY THEY ARE FRIENDS WHO SUPPORT AND CARE FOR EACH OTHER BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE 🤧🤧🤧

Come to think of it how do you /not/ have a HANGOVER <<<<< apparently talay can get drunk, fall asleep and wake up feeling perfectly fine i wish i had that superpower too

“I should just marry a colorist” Talay’s brain short-circuits <<<<< MINE DID TOO BECAUSE LITERALLY WHO EVEN SAYS THAT KIND OF THINGS PUEN JUST HAS NO SHAME I WANT TO STUDY HIM IN A LAB

PUEN (the protagonist) CATCHING THE BOUQUET IS SO CLICHÉ BUT I CAN’T EVEN BE MAD <<<<< okay but the way talay shields himself from it while puen catches it with no fear symbolizing their current attitude towards love I JUST LOVE THE DETAILS IN THIS SHOW

#LITERALLY ALREADY MAKING YOU REGRET ASKING ME TO REPLY MORE DIRECTLY TO YOUR COMMENTS IM SO SORRY ;;;;;;;;;;;; #vera and monica watch vice versa #m: ask

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Movie Review | Doctor of Doom (Cardona, 1963)

This review contains mild spoilers.

Like Night of the Bloody Apes, this disappointingly does not feature as its villain a real gorilla (or man in gorilla suit, if we're going to view it from a production standpoint), but an ugly half-man, half-gorilla hybrid. If you were lured by the poster, which promises an angry gorilla presiding over a wrestling match, you will be sorely disappointed. So in that area, it's on about the same level as the later movie.

Similarly, if you looked at the poster, and given the juxtaposition of the gorilla with the wrestling match, and watched this hoping that at least one character would wrestle the gorilla, you will again be disappointed. The main characters are a pair of female wrestlers, but alas they do not wrestle the gorilla (or half-man, half-gorilla hybrid, to be zoologically correct). However, this is an area in which this movie compares favourably to the later one. Here, the female wrestlers are the main characters, and fairly proactive in the plot, perhaps doing more to solve the mad-scientist-directed half-man-half-gorilla-hybrid murders than the cops assigned to the case. Whereas in the other movie, the female wrestler character quickly becomes sidelined, while all other female characters are stuck in fairly traditional roles. The earlier movie is surprisingly the more progressive one. One could argue that the resolution here undermines that quality, as the female characters sit in the sidelines, but one of the main male characters proves to be pretty useless as well, foolishly risking his life by dangling from a water tower when he could have just not done that.

I understand wrestling was quite popular in Mexican cinema at the time, although my actual experience with the scene/genre/movement/what-have-you is quite limited. I did appreciate that this leaned into this element, offering plenty of wrestling scenes, including a particularly tough match in the climax, although as someone who doesn't watch wrestling and is more familiar with the overtly theatrical modern American version, I cannot say how "good" the wrestling scenes are here. I will however note that the characters have rather bouffant hairdos, which I did not expect as I'd assumed Mexican wrestling was big on masks (the type which cover most of your head). I will also note that this goes further to justify the wrestling element, as the mad scientist's scheme revolves around brain transplants that "for biological reasons", must involve girls who are both intelligent and educated, and have sufficient physical strength. So naturally he looks for women with college degrees, and then for female wrestlers, but sadly finds no subjects with a degree in wrestling.

Now the reason I am comparing these movies is that they both involve mad scientists attempting to do ill-advised transplants, half-man, half-gorilla hybrids and lady wrestlers, and are directed by the same man, Rene Cardona. In that sense both offer reasonably diverting executions of similar material, but with enough qualities to distinguish them. Where this one does comes up short against the other movie is in the visual style and level of violence. This is an older movie and perhaps could not show as much, and is appealingly shot in black and white. But the other movie, with its bright colours and unexpectedly graphic violence, carries a sense of Technicolor sadism that gives those moments a startling impact. This is lighter in tone, never too scary or pungent, with a fair bit of comedy both intentional (I chuckled when the taller female wrestler picked up the short cop) and unintentional (the mad scientist's mask looks like a lollipop wrapper).

So yes, this is still fun, even if the poster is lie.

#film #movie review #doctor of doom #rene cardona

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blood, guts, and angel cake

— “The pretty lies, the ugly truth.”

Character/s: Bonten!Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani.

Warnings: f!reader, dubcon (consent was given in the end tho), yandere themes, manipulation, curse words, sexual themes, spit roasting, cheating, forced restraining (reader receiving), murder, violence, stalking, kidnapping, gore, a lot of pet names. Caution, the reader has yandere tendencies as well. Minors don't interact.

Note: I don't condone any heinous acts committed below. It is all for fictional purposes. If you don't like what it contains, feel free to skip it.

Synopsis: The saying that birds of the same feather flock together ring with truth. You weren't so different from them as you initially thought.

✃WC: 3.8k

Part 1 | Part 2

Sweet and one who never talks back, it was no surprise that several women in your department would lust after your boyfriend. Who wouldn't when he was kind, compassionate and the perfect gentleman? Certainly, you won't pass up the opportunity to date him. You weren't stupid. So when he asked you out—not letting you exert much effort to capture his attention—your answer was an instant "yes".

Dating for three months, it has been quite peaceful, to say the least. No one dared to come between you and your cute boyfriend—those who did meet fates worse than death. Yet, it was justified. He often bends his own will to keep you happy. Men like him were a rare catch to find in this concrete jungle where a quick fuck would suffice.

You were complacent—sure that the love between you two won't fade away soon even as you refuse to have sex with him to test his patience. What good was his title of being the company's renowned gentleman if he kept urging you, correct? And you always reminded him of your love, explicitly or by secret.

He loved the little sandwiches or cookies you make, eating them without hesitation nor curiosity on what they possibly contained. And by that, you knew it was a match made in heaven.

If he were indeed to pass your test with flying colors, a great reward was waiting for him at the end—teasing and dangling it above his head to keep him interested.

And once this week ends—after the dinner date he proposed this Saturday—you were going to give yourself to him.

"Do you see yourself marrying him, [Y/N]?"

Smiling softly at your co-worker, you shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know. We're taking things slow right now. Plus, we're all average employees... Getting married costs a lot you know." Sipping the iced coffee in your hand, you went quiet as your co-worker continued to ramble about weddings so grand and everything that a fairytale would seem like. Unaware of the stolen stares from a certain man in the corner, eyeing you up and down.

It was when your friend pointed out the creepy action that you caught amethyst irises staring at you intently. His slicked-back hair matched his eyes and the suit he wore was pressed meticulously, not a single wrinkle in sight. He was a handsome man indeed, but the tattoo peeking out of his neck made you go rigid. Quickly, you averted your gaze away and whispered to your friend that it was time to go.

Such an encounter with a dangerous man in a quaint diner—one from the notorious criminal organization called Bonten—was enough to make you shiver as you rode the elevator, getting ready for work. However, you knew those kinds of individuals rarely show themselves in public and often worked under the veil of night. Figuring you won't see him again, the day went on normally. Your sweet boyfriend keeps you occupied from recalling vivid images of the handsome stranger and his striking purple eyes.

You never thought you would see him again, though—especially the next day during lunch break. He was sitting in the exact same spot, a mug of coffee in his hand. Except this time, someone tagged along.

Both of them were wearing suits, giving anyone the impression that they were your average businessmen working in the area if it weren't for the matching ink on their necks. The same violet irises that followed your every move.

They weren't even trying to hide it. And the way that their gaze bore holes into your back made you squirm on your seat each time.

Perhaps it was high time to find another place to have lunch, right?

"Is this seat taken?"

You paused on your thoughts, palms as cold as ice as you glanced up from your phone to stare back at the same purple hues you dreaded to come into eye contact with. The two of them were standing next to you. The tallest gesturing to the two empty seats on your table. Your friend was nowhere as she had to finish her paperwork over break. Your boyfriend? Based on the tracking device you placed on his bag, the map on your phone displayed that he was still in his own office.

In short, you had no one to ask for help if things went south.

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head at his question. The grins on their faces grew as they sat, eyes staring and observing. It was awfully awkward for you, unable to speak or voice out your inquiry as to why they were doing this until the shorter one in stature broke the silence with a smirk on his equally good-looking face.

"You were right, Ran. She is indeed a beauty."

"Of course, I'm right." Ran leaned closer, diminishing the space you kept in check as you inched away. "With a beautiful little lady such as her, you won't have to visit the whore house again."

"I have a boyfriend," you bluntly stated. Brows pinched at his smug expression. "And I have no interest in becoming a replacement for your... whores? I wonder how your mother would feel if she heard that."

The other whose hair was styled in a mullet whistled lowly, pointing at his companion. "She's got a bite, too. Are you sure you could handle this one, brother? Why don't you give her to me?"

So, they are brothers...

Ran rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Rindou. You know there is nothing more exhilarating to me than to tame a brat." Gaze flickering back to you, he chuckled, "I'm always up for a challenge."

You made a face.

Handsome, they were, but their mouths were as dirty as their minds.

"And if she turns out to be good, I have no qualms of sharing her," Ran added, which made his brother shake his head. "What do you say, darling? Wanna come with us and have a good time? Maybe you'll prefer us over your boring boyfriend."

Heaving a sigh, you propped your chin on your hand with narrowed eyes.

"The fact that you two are talking about me as if I'm not sitting next to you—as if I'm just an object—is enough reason for me to avoid your advances." Clicking your tongue, you continued as if your fear flew out the window. Forgetting for a moment, that these men were a part of the nefarious Bonten gang. "Besides, there is no way you could offer me a good time—most men who say that do the opposite all the time. All bark but no bite. How would I know what you're telling me is true?"

Instead of answering you, Ran fished for something in the pockets of his suit jacket. A business card was given to you. All black with only the address and a logo of an angel in a seductive pose printed on the front. You took it hesitantly, confused.

"Go to that address and meet us there this coming Saturday," Ran purred, leaning close to blow into your ear. Goosebumps littered the skin of your nape and arms. "If you go, you'll know we mean business." Taking a few strands of your hair, he pressed it against his nose and inhaled the scent of your shampoo. It was enough to intoxicate him—more potent than the strongest liquor. You were a piece of heaven he was more than willing to keep—sweeter than cake.

He wanted more, but he knew better than to scare off his prey.

He had to lure you into their den first. But if you weren't willing, then relying on force was the answer.

"It's best that you do, angel," Rindou added lowly, gaze lingering on your neck as he licked his front teeth at the thought of marking it. "Don't keep us waiting. I like you so it would be such a shame if you pass up this opportunity while we're being nice."

"You heard him." Leaning back, Ran winked at your wide-eyed expression. "See you there, princess."

Of course, you wouldn't. Who'd be stupid and go to a sketchy address to meet suspicious people you only just met? Could you even consider this a proper meeting when they barged into your private space without warning?

All you did was stare at their backs as they walked out of the diner, finally leaving you alone with your jumbled thoughts. The thumping of your heart slows down to its normal rhythm, lungs expelling the air you were holding in.

Would it be a sin to say, though, that despite their crass words and shameless flirting, they do have the talent to make any woman's heart flutter?

You didn't show up, putting the request at the back of your mind as you waited for your boyfriend to pick you up from your apartment. But at the last minute, he had to bail.

Frustration ran through the course of your veins as you yanked the pearl necklace off of your neck. The shiny circular objects flew across the room as you huffed in annoyance.

What could possibly be more important than you? Surely he could turn down a meeting, correct? Wasn't he looking forward to this day?

All the while, as you waited for the dinner date to come, Ran and Rindou's form of showing affection materialized as gifts since that day, reminding you of them despite your efforts in forgetting that fateful encounter. Ranging from mountains of roses to designer clothes.

And today, after spending the entire evening and Sunday brooding about your boyfriend's no-show act, your co-workers gushed at the gift sitting on your desk—one that came without fail every morning.

They were curious as to who was your secret admirer—admirers, you correct to yourself—and how you met them. One even thought it was your sweet naive boyfriend until they laid eyes on the baby pink Birkin bag. There was no way he could afford it even if he were to save up for three years and they knew that.

"Who is it, [Y/N]? Do you know who it is?"

"Silly, there isn't even a card or anything to reveal their identity. That's why it's a secret admirer!"

"How I wish someone could give me a Birkin too!"

Palms growing sweaty, you hid the gift under your desk as numerous questions raced through your mind as to how they figured out where you were working, where your desk was... How they managed to enter the company without arousing suspicion. Do they even know your full name at this point? They must know—how else would they know what company you worked in and where your work desk was located?

Terrifying. It terrified your wits at how easy it was for them to obtain your information. At this time, you were too scared to ask yourself what they do not know about you.

"Babe, are you okay?"

For once, your boyfriend wasn't swamped with paperwork. Using this chance to make amends for his absence last Friday. He joined you for lunch at a restaurant further away from the company in fear of catching Ran and Rindou's attention. You never went back to the diner and you had no plans to.

"Yeah, I'm good." Shooting him a reassuring grin, you stood up and pointed in the direction of the restrooms. "Let me go and freshen up for a bit before the food arrives."

However, before you could reach the doorknob, an overwhelming smell was forced into your nostrils. Handkerchief laced with Chloroform was pressed against your nose, muffling your screams. It didn't take too long for you to blackout and fall into the waiting arms of Rindou Haitani.

Waking up in an unknown room has never been scarier, what more after you recalled how you were brought here. Hands and legs tied by a rope, you found yourself on what seemed to be a bed. A whine escaped your lips at the stinging pain around your wrists as well as your back after having been lying down for god knows how long.

"Shh... what's wrong, angel?" Rindou cooed, emerging from the shadows, and was instantly by your side, and gently massaged your wrist after seeing the red marks marring the supple flesh. Eyes wide at the sight of him, your curse under your breath as you try and wiggle your wrists. Rindou shook his head at your attempt to release yourself.

"Tsk, as much as I want to remove those, you might run away from us. Catching and bringing you here was already a pain in the fucking ass, so..." Breath fanning your quivering lips, he smiled sadistically. "If you promise to be a good girl, I'll remove those restraints. What do you say, hm?"

Figuring it to be better than the current humiliating position you were in, you gave him a small nod. "P-please... Don't hurt me. I'll do anything, just don't kill me—"

"Kill you?" Joining his brother, Ran stood a few feet away from the bed, smoking a cigarette, you were laying on as Rindou started untying the rope around your wrists. "Why on earth would we do that, darling? Because you didn't show up when we told you to? Don't paint us like those monsters, [Y/N]..." Bending down, he grabbed you by your jaw, blowing the smoke to your face, and smirked. "We're much scarier."

"I thought we wouldn't do anything yet?" Rindou questioned, brow perked at his older brother's statement. "Shouldn't we let her decide first? Show her why we are better than her bastard of a boyfriend in the other room."

"W-what have you done to him?" Seeing concern flood through your eyes made both of them click their tongues in disapproval. "You won't hurt him, would you? He hasn't done anything!"

Throwing the ropes that bound you to the side, Rindou chuckled at how distraught you were. What did you see in your boyfriend to have you reacting this way? Still, it was entertaining to see you all helpless.

"Angel, you won't be worrying about scumbags like him once you see the photos we have."

"P-photos?"

Sitting up straight, you took the photos which Ran held out like free candy. Fingers trembling at what it may contain, you inhaled sharply at the colorful shots of your boyfriend and a woman walking in the streets of Tokyo. And that wasn't all.

They were kissing—hugging like they were newlyweds who couldn't stray afar from each other. Laughing the night away as if you never existed in your boyfriend's life.

"Are you sure you still want to date this motherfucker?" Rindou whispered; his index finger gliding on the expanse of your back and gripping the zipper of your top. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his cool lips kiss the sensitive flesh there, trailing down with his tongue tasting you. Unclasping your black bra, he bit back a moan as he pushed it away to resume his descent. He then stopped at the cloth of your pencil skirt. "Not only does he cheat behind your back with one woman—he has been sleeping with multiple women even before you two were dating officially. A real fucker who doesn't deserve you nor your little heart."

"B-but I love him... I always try to remind him that every single day..." you mumbled more to yourself. Rindou laughed, fingers now hovering on the zipper of your pencil skirt before pulling it down. Ran stepped up in front of you to remove your shirt, but halfway through it, you pulled back and cover your breasts that were about to be exposed to their hungry violet hues.

Steadfast on the belief that your boyfriend wouldn't commit the sort of treason they were accusing him of, you felt your whole world shatter at their words. After everything you did to keep competition away and have him focus solely on you—after planting a tracking device and monitoring him without his knowledge—there was no way he was seeing another woman. No way!

"T-these are photoshopped... right? Tell me these aren't real!" you almost screamed, throwing away the photos as tears start to stream down your cheeks at the image of your boyfriend with other women. Clasping the hem of Ran's suit jacket, you shook your head in denial, uncaring of how your tits bounced at the action. The movement did not go unnoticed to the elder brother, the image now ingrained into his mind and went straight to his hardening cock. "If you really do care about me, tell me the truth... Tell me!"

"Darling, why would we ever lie to you?" Palm cupping your cheek, he leaned down to kiss your forehead with a coo. "There's no way to photoshop his traitorous actions. If you still don't believe it... perhaps you want to see a video of him entering a love motel with one of his women?"

"Be rational, angel," Rindou muttered, successfully peeling the shirt off of you along with your black bra. Your nipples grew stiff after it was exposed to the cold atmosphere of the room. With a yelp, you tried to cover them up but Ran was faster than you—gripping your hands to keep you from hiding your beautiful tits.

"Darling, just accept the truth that he cheated on you," Ran urged, capturing your lips into a heated kiss. Squirming at his tight hold on you, a muffled groan was all you could make as you tried to pull back from the dizzying kiss and Ran's warm tongue invaded your mouth. The taste of liquor and cigars was strong in his mouth, it made your head spin. All the while, Rindou pinched your hard nipples, earning a squeak from you.

"Now that you know... what do you intend to do, princess?" Rindou mumbled into the crook of your neck as he planted a few kisses there. "Do you still want him? Or would you rather be with us? I promise we will treat you so much better than any man could." Licking the flesh under your ear, he then bit your earlobe. Hands pulled down your pencil skirt until it pooled around your hips, enough for his slender digits to dip into your lace panties where your damp cunt was waiting. Rubbing your clit, Rindou hummed at your arousal despite how you attempted to fight off their advancements. Your body was definitely betraying you. He let out a hiss at how warm it was inside you, pushing in a finger as he marveled at how tight you were.

"Just say the word, angel, and you will be ours as we will be yours—forever. You'd want that, won't you? To be fucked like a slut by two men? He wouldn't be able to spoil you as we can. Fuck you like we can."

And if you didn't like that, they would make you like it. If they couldn't have you, no one will.

"Darling..." Ran moaned into your mouth, lapping up the droll at the corner of your lips. He longed for this day to come and here you were, finally within his grasp. If he could plunge his aching cock into your velvet walls right now, he'll die a happy man.

Speechless, your whole body went still as you processed the new information. In the eyes of the brothers, you were vulnerable and pliable under their heavy gaze. As much as you wanted to run, you couldn't deny your little dark heart of the feeling of having two dangerous men wrapped around your thumb. What was your boyfriend good for anyway? He has been cheating behind your back, fucking other women despite saying you were the only one he has ever loved. If anything, you should hate his fucking guts. Paint a pretty picture with his blood and guts and give it to one of his whores as a present. Probably even pluck out an eyeball and use it as a golf ball during the company trip scheduled next week.

They were right.

Your boyfriend was a bastard who doesn't deserve you or your twisted heart filled with love that rivaled the depth of the ocean.

"Then... do as you please," you whispered after you pulled away from Ran's kiss, pulling on his necktie to bring him closer as you stared at him with lust-filled eyes. How long has it been since you had a cock in your pussy? You had been abstaining ever since you fell for your cheating boyfriend and now? All that effort has been put to waste. Right now, you wanted to quell the desire between your legs and just have the brothers rail you until tomorrow. Denying these devilishly handsome men seemed like a sin now. And you would rather have them than your traitorous boyfriend in the other room. "I don't care about him anymore. Kill him if you must, but I'd rather bathe in shit than accept his pathetic excuses."

Ran and Rindou practically beamed at your words, wasting no time to undress you fully and take their turns in pounding your needy cunt that was dripping with slick. You didn't bother to cover your moans, almost screaming for more—hoping for your boyfriend to hear you getting fucked by Ran as Rindou shoved his dick down your throat, thrusting hard as he fisted your hair.

"God, she's taking me like a trained slut!"

"Her cunt is so fucking tight, too. Almost like a virgin's!" Ran groaned, pinching your clit that made you almost cream around his cock. "Bet you would want to be stuffed full, huh? No worries, princess. We will do just that—every day if we must—a testimony of our love!"

Pussy clenching around Ran's cock, your eyes rolled back at the delicious high you were close to reaching. Almost braindead due to the brothers' fat cocks abusing your holes, you missed the firing of a gunshot in the other room and the muffled screams of your boyfriend until the light of life left his eyes—unable to tell you that the Haitani brothers blackmailed him. Unable to tell you how those photos were staged and how their obsession for you was borderline insane. That you had to get out of their web of deceit.

But of course, dead men tell no tales.

And you, with your cunt still leaking of Ran and Rindou's cum all mixed together, blissfully sleeping in their bed while the eldest brother scanned the apps on your phone.

The smirk on his lips grew wide as he found the tracking app you installed—the same app he and Rindou had on their phones that they used to track you. The red dot still pulsing on the screen, signaling where your boyfriend's abandoned bag was.

"I knew it. She's one of us, after all."

#pat.✍️fics #tokyo revengers smut #haitani ran x reader x haitani rindou #bonten ran #ran haitani x reader #rindou x reader #tw.violence #tw.blood #tw.murder #tw.manipulation #tw.yandere #rindou haitani x reader #tw.gore #tw.dubcon #tw.stalking #tw.kidnapping #tw.spitroasting #this was a bit long #but im happy with the result #rindou haitani #haitani ran #ran haitani #haitani rindou x reader #haitani brothers x reader #tw.cheating

[catintheruemorgue]

annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black 

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.  

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.

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[terichii]

Hii~ If it’s fine can I ask for a draken x fem reader where she’s a worker at the same brothel he lives in and he’s there really close and he’s pretty protective of her since they’re dating and one day she meets takemichi along with hina and emma and he accidentally trips and kind of gropes her, and draken gets kind of mad he threatens takemichi but she stops him b/c she knew it was an accident after that draken apologizes and makes it clear she’s his girlfriend and how he’s protective of her :3

(And everyone is aged up and if you can, can there be a jealous Emma to I love her but I also love draken😭)

Hi, sweety, your request first in my blog and I'm so glad that this story was so unusual and interested experience ✨✨✨ I hope I have understand your idea and you will like this ♡

Warnings: clumsy english text

Should not hide the fact that you have been communicating with the Draken for quite a long time. He was always an attentive companion, sweet and kind. When you needed help, he helped you. When you were sad, he supported you. At some point, you began to understand each other's feelings and emotions. He had a busy life, since adolescence he was a participant in serious conflicts, and the older, the more difficult. You didn't come here because you wanted to, either. Over time, both of you sank lower and lower, but everyone began to change random events.

"Why the fuck should I pay such money for such a stupid whore?!", - a thick-set man was shouting at the top of his voice in the hall. His face was bright red with anger, while you were standing, covered with a sheet and with your head down. All the waiting visitors looked out to find out what was going on.

"Describe briefly what did not suit you, so that we would assess the situation and return the money to you", - the man behind the counter was not affected by his screams and enraged state, he remained calm and was indifferent to the situation as a whole, which further enraged his interlocutor.

"I don't fucking have to explain how this girl provided services, come on, ask her yourself", - roughly grabbing your wrist, the fat guy pulled you on himself, - "Let's ask, well", - he looked at you with angry eyes, - "What did you do??"

"I would ask more politely…"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH", - interrupting the man, he began to squeeze and shake your hand painfully, - "Come on, answer, slut...though...you know what, if I didn't get the service, then I don't have to pay and other people need to see the defective product from afar..."

The fat guy raised his hand to strike, which you just squinted at because he held you too tightly for you to get out and stand up for yourself. But you didn't feel the impact. When you opened your eyes, you saw how Draken intercepted his hand, then twisted it behind his back.

"Should I break your hands so that you don't raise them on girls, you bastard?"

This memory has remained as vivid to this day. Then you started communicating even more, and you didn't realize that you were developing feelings for him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to serve clients. You felt disgusted when you provided services to various ugly types. But one day you realized that you were representing Draken instead of all these people. You saw his focused face, how his hair falls over his shoulders, and how perfect his cock is for you.

"Hey, [Y/N], what are you thinking about?"

"I just remembered something", - you smiled at your memories, now it was nice to realize that he is always near.

You were walking through the evening streets of Shibuya. A warm breeze pleasantly blew over your face, illuminated by the rays of the setting sun. You took his hand in a desire to be even closer to him. Draken smiled gently, hiding behind his smile a slight blush that appeared on his cheeks.

"Draken-kun!!", - your idyll was interrupted by a familiar voice, to which you both turned, - "Unexpectedly to meet you here", - Takemichi smiled at you with his brightest smile, that after this it is simply impossible to be angry with him.

"Oh, are you with Hina and Emma? Shopping? "

"Something like that...", - the guy showed you a bunch of shopping bags that he had to drag.

"Yes, and we decided to introduce Emma to someone", - Hinata intervened in your conversation, laughing playfully, although she noticed that her friend wasn't laughing, - "Emma?"

"Oh, no, it's alright", - the blonde forced a smile, apparently still tormented by old feelings.

"In that case, do you mind if we..." - the next step for Takemichi turned out to be fatal. Tripping over the uneven asphalt, which he did not notice because of the large number of packages, the guy with a grimace of horror and confusion flew straight at you. All the bags flew out of his hands with a crash when he tried to somehow soften his fall, but everything turned out to be useless. All you felt next was pain. However, you were smarter and managed to land without injury.

But…

It doesn't matter what happened in the past between Takemichi and Draken, but he's not going to tolerate this. It was enough for him that you met in a brothel. A tight vein appeared on his temple, and his fists clenched by themselves.

Your chest ached from the received blow, as you understood, with Takemichi's forehead, plus, he convulsively tried to apologize to you, because of which he buried his knee in your crotch and, even more embarrassed, in an attempt to correct the situation and justify himself to the Draken, touched your boobs, after which he experienced the whole spectrum of horror.

Grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and lifting him off you like a kitten in one movement, Draken pushed the guy away from him and swung for a blow, but…

"Ken, wait!!"

"Eh?", - he looked at you in bewilderment but did not injure Takemichi.

"Stop it, it's too much", - you looked at the frightened poor thing, who was barely holding back his sobs, here they are, the consequences of a hopeless situation, - "Nothing terrible happened, so you shouldn't apologize", - you smiled your sweetest smile to defuse the situation and took Draken by the hand, - "You don't need to be so aggressive, honey."

"Tts", - Emma, who was happy about the situation, suddenly drooped and threw a dissatisfied look at you.

"So you are...dating?" - Hinata covered her mouth with her hand in surprise and smiled, - You look very cute together, don't you, Em ... ma...?

"A great couple, considering that it was possible to choose..."

"That's it, we went, Takemichi, right?" - the girl began to push her friend to continue the evening shopping and not create even more ridiculous situations.

"Uh ... but.."

"Come on, Takemichi!!"

You two just stood there, holding hands and looking after the people who were leaving.

"They are, of course, funny, but was it just my imagination or Emma is jealous?", - you looked into Draken's eyes, excitement crept into your heart, because once upon a time you saw photos of Emma in his room, - "Do you think she...?"

"No", - the guy interrupted you, - "But even if so, everything is long in the past, and now..." - Draken leaned over to you and pressed his forehead to yours, - "...now I love only you", - followed by a long, filled with his love, kiss.

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