#he's just annoying! he's just an annoying bastard!

[slut4megantheestallion]

The Boob Curse || ryomen sukuna x f! reader

Summary: You're just watching tv, but sukuna is too busy being obsessed with your boobs.

Warnings ⚠️: fluff, crackfic, sukuna being a menace, boob obsession, groping, squeezing, staring,(consensual but annoying)

A/N: bored asf, and this was randomly in my head, so I just had to do it, I feel like sukuna would probably do this 😭)

It was supposed to be a normal night. You were curled up on the couch, watching TV, minding your business like a responsible adult. The soft glow of the screen cast a warm light over the dimly lit living room, and everything was peaceful.

Or at least, it should have been, but no.

Because Sukuna was staring, not at the TV, not at your face, but your boobs.

You could feel it - his intense, burning gaze boring into your chest like he was trying to set your cleavage on fire through sheer willpower.

At first, you ignored it. Because, whatever. Sukuna was a menace- staring was just part of his personality, but then it got worse.

His arm, which had previously been resting along the back of the couch, inched lower.

And lower.

And-

A large, calloused hand suddenly grabbed a handful of your chest.

You froze.

Sukuna didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. If anything, he looked fascinated- thumb lazily tracing over the exposed lace of your bra, fingers sinking into your soft flesh like he was testing something.

"...Sukuna."

He didn't answer. Just gave your boob a slow squeeze.

"SUKUNA."

"Yeah?" He hummed.

You turned your head to glare at him, boob still in his grasp. "What the hell are you doing?"

Sukuna blinked like the answer was obvious. "Holding them."

"WHY?!"

A pause. Then, completely deadpan:

"Because they're there."

You smacked his arm, but the bastard did not let go.

Instead, he gave them another experimental squeeze, tilting his head like he was analyzing their weight, like some kind of perverted scientist.

"Huh," he muttered.

You narrowed your eyes. "What do you mean, 'huh'?"

"They're... nice."

You gasped. "EXCUSE ME?!"

Sukuna had the audacity to chuckle. "Soft. Bouncy. Good shape. Yeah, I approve."

"Oh, wow, thank you, Your Highness," you deadpanned. "So honored to have the King of Curses boob approval."

"You should be."

You were about to lose it.

"Okay, you've had your fun. Let go."

Sukuna did not let go.

In fact, he gave them another squeeze. Like a damn stress ball.

"Hmm."

You snapped.

"STOP ANALYZING THEM LIKE YOU'RE WRITING A DAMN RESEARCH PAPER!"

Sukuna snickered but still didn't let go. His other hand came up and cupped the other one, like he was trying to compare.

THIS. WAS. INSANE.

"Sukuna, I swear to GOD-"

"What?" He said lazily, finally looking at your face. "You wear that tiny ass top, boobs practically spilling out, and expect me to do nothing?"

You gawked. "Yes?? Like s normal, civilized person??"

Sukuna gave you a long, slow blink.

Then, with absolute confidence, he said:

"Yeah, see, I'm not a civilized person."

You groaned, dropping your head back against the couch. "You're a literal curse, a walking massacre, The King of Destruction, and yet -" You motioned aggressively to his hands, still attached to your chest. "-THIS is what you're obsessed with?!"

Sukuna shrugged. "I'm a man of culture."

You wanted to die.

"Sukuna."

"Hm?"

"Let. Go."

Another long squeeze.

"No."

You grabbed his wrist, trying to pry his hands off. He didn't budge. The bastard just watches you struggle, looking amused, like you were some cute little weakling fighting for survival.

Finally, he sighed dramatically and leaned in, voice low, deep, amused.

"Alright, fine," he murmured, smirking. "I'll let go."

Relief flooded you until he gave one last squeeze.

A long, deliberate, slow one.

"For now."

You gasped in betrayal. "YOU-"

Sukuna leaned back, arms now resting behind his head, looking relaxed as if he hadn't just spent the last five minutes groping you like some horny teenage boy.

You, on the other hand, sat there stunned. Offended. VIOLATED.

"I hate you," you grumbled, crossing your arms - only to immediately uncross them when you realized that pushed your boobs up even more.

Sukuna snickered. "No, you don't."

"YES, I DO."

He glanced at you again - eyes dropping immediately to your cleavage.

You caught him.

"SUKUNA."

"What?"

"STOP LOOKING."

He smirked. "Not my fault they're out."

Your eyes twitched. "You are the WORST."

"Mm." He stretched, looking completely unbothered. "You say that, but you haven't moved away."

You opened your mouth- then closed it. Because damn it, he was right, and he knew it.

Smug Bastard.

Sukuna chuckled again, pulling you into his lap like you weighed nothing. He rested his chin on your shoulder, arms looping around your waist, his warm breath ghosting against your ear.

"You're lucky you're cute," he muttered.

Your face heated. "I- WHAT?"

He just grinned against your skin, voice dripping with amusement.

"Relax, brat. You're my favorite."

You huffed, still pouting, but let yourself sink into his arms anyway.

But you were still mad.

[lovetei]

I just love MEPHISTOPHELES so much.

There's just something about smug rich bastards that grew up privileged, have tsundere energy, smart yet an idiot energy, big dick energy, talks shit and can back it up boy. Like, you'll see him in the hallway and be annoyed but think "That bitch is hot." then sigh and walk away.

You'll be sitting on the opposite side of the table where he's sat and you can reasonably think "If I marry him, I can guarantee that I won't need to worry about any financial and sexual issues. I might have to deal with a bratty, smug, bashful attitude but good dick makes up for it, right?"

[fadedtoneverland]

ateez on crack | atz.

❤︎ synopsis — living with 8 men who all share a brain cell has its moments. just crack hcs

pairing: ateez x gn!reader

theme: crack ✦

a/n: this is different form my usual slutty ahh fics. so hopefully people will like this ;))

cw: bad grammar and informal writing. lots of cursing. yeosang makes a fat joke. yunho’s feet. yunho and san have nasty ahh farting habits, so does mingi. there’s lots of mentions of farts but that’s because ateez are men. jongho talks abt decapitation. wooyoung’s dirty mind.

➵ park seonghwa

this man misplaces his legos so many times

some of the members have stepped in his lego pieces way too many times.

and he’ll just sit there like “oh you found my luke skywalker piece :))”

you just help him find his legos again and clean it up whenever he needs help

you know how ateez has that fridge rule where they can eat any food in the fridge if it’s unlabeled?

yeah seonghwa has broken that rule multiple times. he’s eaten so much labeled food before.

and no one even suspects him too, because one time wooyoung got caught doing the same thing and he’s been getting blamed ever since

while seonghwa just sits there like: ☺️ you know however, you just don’t say anything

big clean freak. we all knew this

and he’s perfectly justified too. i would also be upset if one of my bandmates just left a musty ass sock in the middle of the perfectly pristine living room.

weirdly competitive during fall guys

like he’s got his cutie patootie games where he can chill on animal crossing and stardew valley, but these other games? his swearing puts a sailor to shame

“hongjoong you bastard- don’t— fuck- do NOT push me off the damn edge-!! i’m gonna kill you.”

➵ kim hongjoong

never has has a pimple in his life. and will never get one because of how fucking gorgeous his skin is

like he’d be hearing about all the acne attacks yunho and mingi got when they were younger and he’s like “what’s that”

gen z but his knowledge on meme and slang culture is that of a rock

has to ask you, wooyoung and jongho for help

he falls for the updog jokes every time the 99z pull it on him and they never let him live it down

discovered animal farm by george orwell and will not shut up about it every time the topic of dystopian literature is brought up

hongjoong probably owns like 50+ colognes and perfumes he never uses 😀

he has a whole shelf dedicated to them, and probably only uses one or two

“don’t judge my taste in scents. y’all are just mad you can’t afford this.”

caffeine makes up 90% of his blood

he’s got that na jaemin problem with his coffee addiction because of how much he works

sometimes he tweaks out so bad you need you put on the “o i i a” spinning cat meme on the tv to distract him

it weirdly calms him down. it’s like playing baby sensory videos for the child you’re babysitting

➵ jeong yunho

very into sports anime like sk8 the infinity, yuri on ice, haikyuu, blue lock

like that seems normal at first glance, but then you realize all those shows are kinda fruity as fuck

and you’re standing here looking at him like 🤨🤨 you got somethin’ to say, yuyu??

“i’m fluidly heterosexual” is what he says

probably has a bunch of drafts of tiktok thirst traps that he just doesn’t care to post. partially because he knows ATINY won’t be able to handle it

you and him once tried making tomato soup and grilled cheese together, and he didn’t put the blending lid on properly for the tomatoes

so tomato mixture got everywhere and into your eyes. he had to hold back his laughs while you stared at him with murder in your eyes.

has deadly ass farts and has definitely aimed one of them at wooyoung because he was being annoying

if he’s laying on the opposite side of someone on the couch he’ll put his feet in their face to annoy them. caressing their cheeks with his toes n’ shit. like gross

“san you wanna smell my feet?” 😏

“i’m gonna dropkick you”

➵ kang yeosang

a savage lowk

he acts super clueless and innocent on camera, but sometimes he will deal the most lethal one-liners when provoked

“wooyoung shut your horizontally challenged ass up, i saw your fat ass down like 20 cookies this morning like you haven’t eaten in months.”

wooyoung’s reaction: 😟

misplaces his shit all the time but they’re always so easy to find

“where are my glasses??” and they’re literally in his hand

probably drinks arizona green tea like he’ll die without it

dogs LOVE him

you and yeosang were walking casually through the streets and like- two stray puppies ended up following y’all home (without you two noticing too)

gets WAYYYY to jittery and hyperactive if he consumes an energy drink

he’s officially banned from ever consuming another ghost or monster because of the “rubber chicken incident”

he doesn’t remember that incident, but if you ask jongho about it, he’s just gonna do the hundred yard stare on you.

“jongho… what is that incident all about?” “…. no.”

➵ choi san

remember how it was mentioned yunho has deadly farts? san’s are LETHAL

the amount of protein shakes he consumes is actually diabolical. one lil’ toot from him could revive the bubonic plague

one time you got a good whiff of his farts while he was napping and you went 😦

skin is gorgeous as fuck but has a nonexistent skincare routine

he either aggressively lathers on cetaphile like a true man, or uses body wash on his face like a heathen

san has a burner acc on tiktok that he uses to save all the thirsty ass edits of himself so he can flex later to the other members

one time this account almost got leaked by mingi and san saw the light for a quick second there

every time someone brings up that fuck ass leopard print purple button up he used to wear all the time in early ateez days he’s ready to fight a bitch

dude’s the dolce & gabbana prince now, he’s got an image to maintain as the fashion icon

spends WAY too much money on jellycats, and you’ve def encouraged this spending behavior. that love for plushies will never go away

if you ever mention twink san during 2018-2019, san gets a little shy and defensive

“awwww, sannie you looked so cute in this picture five years ago—“ “stop. ☹️”

➵ song mingi

actually the clumsiest mf to walk planet earth

he could be standing still and somehow fall (and do the family guy death pose), while the other members clown him

probably cried watching all of the bambi films (me too buddy)

tbh i just feel like he has a really big attachment to underrated disney movies and gets offended if people don’t know what they are (the fox and the hound, the aristocats, treasure planet etc.)

he just seems like a movie guru in general

complains about san’s farts smelling like ass but his farts could start earthquakes

like- they don’t smell, they’re just loud as fuck.

and he’s definitely paused a recording session just to lift his leg and let it rip

snores really loudly when he sleeps

jongho once was forced to sleep between wooyoung and mingi, and literally he got like- no sleep because of how loud their snores were

this guy wouldn’t hurt a fly, we all know that.

like he’s tall and buff and hot, but he’s probably scared of peppa pig or smth

“those eyes have seen things.” is what he says

he once had a dream that you shaved his head without him knowing and he wouldn’t let you touch his hair for like a week. like bro developed a legitimate fear of it

“you touch these luscious locks and in bodying you.” “mingi ☹️”

➵ jung wooyoung

legitimate, certified ankle biter

like wooyoung probably has a phd in ankle biting or smth, because he bites everyone all the damn time.

and he’s definitely caused some gnarly looking marks to last for a while (poor yeosang)

can make a dirty joke out of everything

he’s got the humor of a middle school boy and an absolutely rancid mind. it’s a talent, really.

“ugh, finding a rhythm for this song is so hard.”“you know what else is hard? 😈”

this boy cannot sit still for like five seconds

gives his stylists and makeup artists a hard time because he moves around too much, and giggles when he gets his blush done cuz the brush tickles his cheeks

is weirdly into competitive pokemon battling

he’s definitely used a clefable with the most annoying moveset to troll people (cosmic power, moonlight, minimize and stored power)

cooks like a god but can’t bake for shit

you showed him a fun banana bread recipe, but he got too impatient waiting for it to fully bake, so he took it out while it was still raw in the center

you threw an egg at him for that

“but y/n :(( …” “don’t speak to me.”

will do random internet deep dives at 3am, only to find the most cursed shit and later ask someone about it. for some reason he thinks going on tumblr (hehe) or ao3 is the best idea in the world.

“jongho what is mpreg?” “🧍🚶‍➡️🚪”

➵ choi jongho

biggest pear hater in the world for no reason

it’s not even because of his love for apples, he just ate a bad pear one time as a kid and forever loathes them

has definitely thrown hands with mingi cuz that mf ate his honey butter chips

jongho does NOT play about his snacks, and honestly me too

“come here so i can politely bitch slap you :)”

acts normal and above all of his hyungs cuz they’re all weird as fuck, but he’s just as insane as them

once got into a screaming match with wooyoung over fall guys, and the game got banned by hongjoong for a month

also weirdly competitive over animal crossing for no reason

like there’s no competition, he just wants to have the best island (which he can’t because hwa is so much better at the game than him, and jongho’s salty about it)

jongho understands english better than he lets on, but doesn’t help the members because he likes seeing them struggle

poses in pictures like a literal boomer

the amount of times you’ve taken his pictures, and you had to hold back your laugh because he was just standing in the frame like “🧍‍♂️👍”

says random traumatizing facts to unsettle ateez and he smiles like he won the fucking lottery

“san, did you know that when you get decapitated, your mind stays conscious for at least 20 more seconds? 😊” “…. what.”

at the end of the day, you live with eight chaotic men who are just too much. but still makes life more interesting for you <3

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[juliet-017]

Kisemes p. 2 - T.R.

Prefect!academicrival!Tom Riddle x prefect!fem!reader

Minors DNI!!

Warnings: Exhibiton, some tone walling/silent treatment, brief legillimency, Tom Riddle being Tom Riddle, edging, angst/argument at the end (I love angst too much I had to), lmk if I missed anything!!

Synopsis: After that night in the library, you've only been more and more irritated with Tom, emotions only heightening after an exam in Charms class.

a/n: Posting this beauty a bit early bc I couldn't resist.. also please ignore the possibly age inaccurate Flitwick I couldn't pick another professor lmao, also let me know in the comments if you want to be tagged for any possible future parts!! I hope to make at least one more <3 (once more this title is taken from homesteuck, I do not endorse anything problematic with the series or the author. I know nothing abt homesteuck in general)

wc: ~1.3k

Part 1 Part 2

One thing you always hated about Charms was the fact that you had it with Slytherin. It was a rather easy class given its nature, passing with flying colors.

What didn't help was the irritating know-it-all who sat beside you, because of course, it was a battle for the front row. After all, you could see and hear the most there along with asking the most questions and receiving the most feedback. And he just had to ruin it for you.

Spreading his legs and settles into his seat every class, hovering too annoyingly close for you to properly focus in class. Never answered questions but always took his exams and did perfect for in-class practices.

It made you irate. You never wanted to see someone fail more. You made it your goal to beat him after that interaction in the library, not been able to shake it from your head since. You know you'd have some sort of satisfaction to humble him, make his smirk drop just slightly.

.

Professor Flitwick passed out the parchments for the exam, droning on about what he had already stated countless times. Time limits, the questions on it. Eventually, they hand everyone starts and immediately you pick your quill up, etching your name at the top before moving to the questions.

You fly through the questions, answering them with ease and barely any second thoughts, observing how long Riddle is taking. Smugness overcomes you, already confident in your ability to beat him, his annoying knee continuously bumping your own.

You shoot him a glare, hoping he felt it if he didn't see it. And as if to counteract your point you feel a hand rest on your lower thigh, stiffening you stop your writing, feeling a slight squeeze you take your free hand and use it to move his hand off of you.

A minute barely passes before he does it again. This time resting immediately on your upper thigh, trying to shake him off subtly, hoping it isn't obvious that you're starting to squirm, arousal starting to soak your panties.

His hand moves down just enough to slip under your skirt, slipping under it and going to rest on your inner thigh, stroking your skin as you flush. “Stop it, Riddle.” You hiss, giving in and properly glaring at him.

“Why should I?” He doesn't move his mouth, but he just looks at you, making eye contact. “You seem to be enjoying it anyway.”

That's when it hits you, the bloody bastard is a legillimens. Huffing you shake your head, his brows only raising in amusement as his hand inches up more to graze your undergarments.

Ignoring him the best you can, you focus on your exam, shifting now and then whilst writing down answers, glancing over at him when he presses down on your clit only for him to be easily working through his exam as if he's not touching you. Your hips tilt up slightly despite yourself, giving him easier access to continue.

As if he isn’t moving your panties aside and running a finger over your slit, collecting your slick on his finger before he abruptly slides a finger into you causing you to flinch before attempting to settle in the new position. Tom pumps his finger in and out of you, your free hand balling up tight enough for your nails to leave indents on your palm as your penmanship gets even worse.

It's nearly impossible to ignore the heat coiling in your lower stomach, your free hand now moved down to dig your fingers into his arm as if attempting to retaliate by marking him. You felt him pause briefly before making his movements harsher, putting more pressure on your clit, it felt like a power for dominance.

You glanced over at Flitwick, thankful for his obliviousness, too scared to even look any further around the room. You drop your quill, unable to continue further with the questions as you teeter on the edge, biting your tongue and holding back the whines that continue to escape you.

Your legs tremble, scared you're going to let yourself go before Tom stops, removing his thumb and slowly sliding his fingers out of you.

You release his wrist in shock, watching him get up out of his chair with his exam, grab his bag, and move to turn the exam in. Was he doing that to you, lowering you to just something to fidget with when bored whilst finishing off his exam?

You shake your head, trying to readjust and finish off your exam, your brain mush and body sexually frustrated as you finish your exam with barely any energy present.

You're not sure of what you even got correct or wrong but you can't be bothered. Besides, you're one of Flitwick’s favorites, so raising your grade will be as easy as buying him a sweet from Honeydukes.

**

You head to your dorm, hoping more than anything that your dorm is empty and you can deal with yourself in private. It's bad enough that Tom distracted and humiliated you, but leaving you with no gain was preposterous.

Rounding a corner you bump into someone, backing up to apologize before realizing who it is, eyes turning from wide and apologetic to nothing but a glare. “Tom Riddle, you arrogant, conniving, arse-”

He cut you off with a scoff, a shake of the head. “If I didn't know any better I'd say you enjoyed what happened back there. But you'll deny it won't you?” He murmurs, raising a brow, not giving you a chance to answer before continuing. “Your friends will ask you if you're okay, say how you looked flustered and you'll lie. Or perhaps get as close to saying that I was getting on your nerves. But you'll never admit how you liked the thrill of what just happened, or what happened in the library.”

You cross your arms, listening to his monologue. “Because I'd rather not have intimacy out in the open like that! It's quite frankly disgusting, there's no secrecy, nothing that is just your own if it's all aired out for anyone to see.”

He smirked, and you prepared yourself to be laughed at. “So it was the ‘where’? Not the ‘who’?” Tom presses, leaving you irritated, the best in your lower stomach only starting back again from the heat of the argument.

You choose to ignore it.

“You're a legillimens.” You spat out, trying to think of any defenses you could use. “You talk to snakes, and run around a whole group of purebloods and walk them like dogs despite not being one yourself.” You talk a half step forward once more, deciding to continue pressing, trying to see him break. It was only fair.

“I don't think it matters what I feel any more than why you're doing this. Why you've twice now..” You trail, trying to think of how to word it. Merlin, wasn't this a disaster?

“I don't think anything that you listed correlates with what I’ve been doing to you. And if you're refusing to look in upon yourself then I doubt you even deserve to, or have wits to know why fucked you in the library or took the opportunity I had during that exam.” He drawls, only irritating you further as he turns on his heels to leave.

“Come find me when you can admit to yourself the game of cat and mouse we've been dawning on for years. And that should also require you being able to admit that I've fucked you and you enjoyed it.” He spat over his shoulder, leaving you red in the face, watching him round a corner before leaving yourself and heading in the direction of your house's dormitories.

[phantombre]

I sense the presence of a particularly annoying figure...

Oh, no...

Here the Opportunist. The rat bastard himself.

So, the original idea was based around Two-Face from the Batman comics, due to his tendency to flip on decisions (like a coin, heh) and, after playing the Pristine Cut, apparently very violent nature.

However, because I seem to want all of my Voices to be pretty boys, he ended up looking more and more like Cruella de Vil... huh...

When I first played the game, I found Oppy to be... pretty unremarkable. His flippant personality didn't really hit me like the cynicism of Skeptic, the peril of Paranoid, or the lack of literally anything from Cold. I sorta just filed him as one of the more annoying voices with (at the time) Broken and Smitten.

That was, until I played the Wraith.

Oho, how my opinions changed on him after that. That sleezy car salesman. One of my favorite chapters to this day. And these feelings only solidified after the Pristine Cut. :)

I have nicknamed him Cash because he would definitely sell you out for it.

Well... One Voice left...

The Beloved...

I got some work to do...

Some other guys:

Narrator

Hero

Cheated "Jack"

Hunted "Frisky"

Broken "Fred"

Smitten "Rome"

Stubborn "Buster"

Contrarian "Joyboy"

Paranoid "Schro"

Cold "Clint"

[lovebillyhargrove]

Part 2 of this where Steve's unhappy about the new guy, unhappy about the new guy's car and decides to ruffle his feathers a bit

***

Inhale .. exhale.

In .. out.

Smoking calms him down, always has. Thank fuck for cigarettes.

"I gotta find out who it is. And when I do, I'm gonna skin him alive."

That's got to be him. A girl going to all these lengths ..? Piling up snow all around and on top of a car? Losing her beauty sleep for that?

Nah, girls have other ways to drive a guy crazy. That's got to be a dude. A dead man walking cause Billy will fucking end him.

The latest pranks were pretty innocuous. A couple of moronic licence plates, nothing new, nothing too inventive. The damn prankster must have a collection of them at home, which he's showing off.

Having troubles with imagination? Lacking creativity?

Loser.

But then Billy found this plate screwed to the back of his car, and that was it. That was the last drop that turned him into a beast, thirsty for blood.

It kinda hurt his feelings. What, you can't even fathom Hargrove might actually have a couple of those?

Well, you know about his mom and his dad, the story's not special at all, but it's like the bastard took this very word right out of Neil's hate-spewing mouth. It felt like a low blow.

..

And that's why

Billy doesn't sleep at night anymore. Stays wide awake. Catches up on sleep during daytime when Neil's not at home. Parks the camaro so that he can keep an eye on it, out of his window. Can't really skip classes at school, also cause he doesn't want to let the guy feel he's being spied on. Hargrove's waiting for him to come to the car under the cover of darkness, hoping for good luck.

The universe doesn't let him down this time.

One night when he's sitting near his window in the dark, smoking and building his patience up,

Billy finally sees him.

Well well well, lookie what we got here.

He even stops breathing for a few seconds. Then lets out a quiet scoff.

Steve fucking Harrington — crouching, kneeling beside the camaro.

Of course. Of fucking course, how could Billy be so clueless, so blind ..? He didn't think the preppy prick was capable of something like that?

The fallen king. Pretty boy. The fucking babysitter for fuck's sake. So many faces. The night prowler, voilà.

Hargrove's squint is that of a predator.

Steve Harrington, in all his treacherous glory.

Billy has to fight the urge to deal with the motherfucker right then and there. Beat him up till his face is all bloody and he can't walk.

Hargrove's gripping his own thighs bruising himself, eyes glowing with fiery hatred in the inky blackness that surrounds him.

No.

***

If Steve's absolutely honest, he has run out of ideas lately. He knows the game's getting kinda old and lame but .. His brain just refuses to work that well. Especially when he sees Hargrove swaying his annoying ass around, cool as a damn cucumber, and girls following him around like he's hypnotized them. He's still the centre of everyone's attention, no matter what silly inscription Steve's scribbled on that stupidly hot car.

Maybe he should lay off with his little game, at least for a while, until inspiration hits, like it did back in autumn.

Steve finishes breakfast, glances at the clock. School time.

When he comes up to the beamer, his heart starts beating a little faster and blood rushes to his head.

There's black spray paint all over the hood and the windshield

I KNOW

..

Oh shit.

Shit shit shit!

Suddenly he hears the rapidly approaching car engine roar.

SHIT. That's the camaro's rumble. Harrington recognizes the sound in an instant.

The thunder is coming to get him.

Uh-oh. Guess he's gonna be late for school. Saving his ass seems of bigger importance at the moment.

Steve runs back to the house, in sheer panic, locks the door, draws the blinds on the kitchen window. What should he do ..!?

It's Hargrove alright. The psycho almost hits the beamer when he swerves into the driveway. There's nothing normal about the way Billy drives, he does it like a madman. Gets out of the car ..

With a bat.

Not hesitating a single second, swings it, smashing the BMW's left front light, then swings again — the driver's window follows, glass coming down like a sparkly waterfall.

"Come out, Harrington!" The voice sounds almost cordial. "Let's talk."

Yeah, talk. Okay, Steve absolutely didn't think it through when he started the whole thing. In his defence, he got carried away!!

"Come the fuck out, asshole. Let's see who's the mistake here after all." Drawls Hargrove.

Another swift swing, and the second window is down.

Crap, sharp pain stings Billy's elbow. He cuts himself on glass shards through his long sleeve with one careless movement. In all blinding fury he actually forgot to put his jacket on, it's on the front seat.

And yeah, Max had to get to school early today. The shitbird was pouting the whole evening yesterday when he told her

"Tomorrow morning be ready to leave half an hour early. I have to help Mr. McCarthy before the class starts."

The elbow is definitely bleeding, but Billy doesn't feel any pain.

Does he ever feel any pain anymore?

Hargrove leisurely leans on the beamer's side, takes out a pack of Marlboros, lights up

"So are you coming out or what, Harrington? I just wanna talk, no need to be afraid, amigo." The cigarette is irritatingly dangling between his stupid lips. "Let's have a friendly chit-chat, shall we?"

Circles the car like a vulture.

Bang.

There goes the third window.

Is Harrington fucking insane? Billy's going to ruin his fucking car. He has to crawl out of his hiding hole at some point.

He's there. He's right there, peeking out from behind the blinds.

Unbelievable.

"You know I'm not like .. a violent person, Steve. We can settle it like adults. I have receipts for changing the tyre and uh .. repainting the door. Well .. the moral damage that you have caused me is of course uh .. very serious. I wonder how you will pay me for that, but like I said .. I'm open for discussion."

Nah. The coward is not willing to have a constructive dialogue.

Billy swings the bat for the fourth time when all of a sudden the door of Harrington's house is flung wide open and he runs out holding his own bat,

Studded with sharp nails.

His wild eyes gushing horror

"HARGROVE, LOOK OUT !! BEHIND YOU !!"

***

Blood attracts them, don't you ever forget.

***

Wanted Billy to lure Steve to the quarry and almost throw him off the cliff but then went with this instead.

[sixpounder]

replicated memories

deadpool (wade wilson) x reader

summary: in which deadpool is hired to kill you, only to realize you two were once best friends.

based on this request: “For the request, I wanted a sfw one where Deadpool and the reader character were good friends in high school but drifted apart after graduation. They meet later on where the reader is now a bitter scientist with a facial scar that causes them to wear a mask, and Deadpool was hired to kill them, but he somehow recognizes them. (Bonus points if you could have the reader character also be a mutant that has the ability to replicate themself)”

warnings: none, hurt/comfort

word count: 1.1k

lowercase intended

the first time wade wilson met you, you were both fifteen, sitting in the back of a detention room, trading insults like currency. you were sharp, mean even, but funny. funny enough that he liked you immediately. you were also the only person who could match his wit, who could take whatever nonsense he threw your way and launch it back twice as fast.

you and wade were inseparable for a while, two misfits finding comfort in shared sarcasm and bad decisions. then high school ended. life happened. and somehow, you lost each other.

so it’s a little ironic that the next time wade sees you, he’s supposed to kill you.

“so, who’s the unlucky bastard this time?” wade asks, flipping the manila folder open. he’s perched on the edge of a rooftop, legs swinging like a kid on a swing set, while weasel leans against the railing, sipping a beer.

“some scientist,” weasel says, glancing at his phone. “been making waves in the mutant community. rumor is they’ve been messing with some high-profile genetics. pissed off the wrong people.”

wade hums, eyes scanning the file. the picture is grainy, security footage most likely, but he can make out the basics-lab coat, dark gloves, a mask covering the lower half of their face.

“ooh, mysterious. i like it. any superpowers i should know about? do they explode? teleport? please tell me they explode.”

“they replicate.”

“…come again?”

“they can make copies of themselves. like, full-on clones. real bodies, not illusions. makes them a pain in the ass to fight, apparently.”

wade whistles. “hot damn. that’s kinda cool. and by ‘cool’ i mean ‘deeply annoying for me.’ you know i hate math. having to count how many people i’m fighting? ugh, exhausting.”

“just get it done, man.” weasel shakes his head. “client’s paying big for this one.”

wade salutes. “aye aye, captain. murder mission accepted.”

breaking into your lab is easy. too easy, honestly, and that should be his first clue. the building is state-of-the-art, all shiny metal and sterile lighting, but the security is laughable. no guards, just a couple of cameras and a keycard system that takes him all of three minutes to bypass.

it almost feels like a trap.

but wade’s been doing this long enough to know a trap when he sees one, and this? this just feels… off.

he creeps through the hallways, twin pistols drawn, until he reaches the main lab. inside, various pieces of high-tech equipment hum softly, monitors displaying streams of data he doesn’t understand. and in the middle of it all, hunched over a workstation, is you.

he doesn’t recognize you at first. the years have changed you. your hair is shorter, your posture is different, stiffer, more guarded. and then there’s the mask, sleek and black, covering your face.

but your eyes.

your eyes are the same.

and when you finally glance up, some kind of instinct kicks in, because his brain short-circuits and the only thing he can say is:

“holy shit.”

your eyes narrow, and suddenly there are three of you.

“who the hell are you?” all three of you ask in unison, voices overlapping in eerie harmony.

wade lets out a low whistle. “okay, that is deeply unsettling. but also kind of hot? no? just me? cool, cool.”

the clones move fast. one of them lunges at him, but wade sidesteps easily, pistol-whipping it in the back of the head. it stumbles but doesn’t fall.

“damn, you’re strong. do you work out?”

another one swings at him, and he ducks, twisting to fire a shot, only for the clone to dissipate into nothing.

“oh, come on,” wade groans. “fake-out clones? that’s just rude.”

the real you, or at least, the one that doesn’t vanish when he swings at it, grabs a scalpel from the desk and slashes at his arm. it cuts through the suit, drawing blood, and wade gasps dramatically.

“betrayed! by my own high school bestie! this is worse than that time you ate the last slice of pizza during our senior year movie night!”

you freeze. just for a second.

and that’s all it takes.

“oh my god,” wade breathes, stepping back slightly, lowering his guns. “it is you. holy shit.”

your grip tightens around the scalpel. “how do you know that?”

“babe, please. nobody roasts me like you do. it’s a very specific skill set.”

you stare at him for a long moment, then scoff. “wade wilson.”

“the one and only. except for that one guy in minnesota, but he spells it with a ‘y,’ so he doesn’t count.”

you don’t laugh. wade thinks that might be the biggest tragedy of the night.

ten minutes later, you’re sitting on a metal table, bandaging wade’s arm because “if you’re gonna stick around, at least stop bleeding all over my lab.”

the silence is heavy. thick with unspoken things.

“so,” wade finally says. “mask. cool look. very ‘mysterious anti-hero.’”

your hands pause for a second. “it’s not for style.”

wade gets it before you even have to explain. the way you won’t meet his eyes. the tension in your shoulders. his voice is softer when he says, “what happened?”

“an accident,” you murmur. “lab explosion. i got lucky. but my face…” you exhale sharply. “it’s not exactly presentable anymore.”

wade is quiet for a moment. then, carefully, he reaches out, gloved fingers brushing against yours.

“yeah, well,” he says, tone deliberately light. “neither is mine.”

you let out a soft, almost bitter laugh.

“besides,” wade continues, “if i had a dollar for every time someone told me i was hard to look at, i’d have, like, at least twenty bucks. which, for the record, is a lot of times.”

this time, when you look at him, there’s something gentler in your gaze.

“you’re still an idiot,” you mutter.

“yeah,” wade agrees, shifting slightly closer. “but i’m your idiot.”

there’s a beat of hesitation, just long enough for you to make a choice. then, slowly, carefully, you reach up and pull your mask down.

your scar runs from your cheekbone down to your jaw, healed but unmistakable. wade doesn’t flinch. doesn’t even blink.

instead, he tilts his head and grins. “badass. very villainous. ten out of ten.”

you huff a laugh, shaking your head, and before you can think too hard about it, wade leans in and presses his lips to yours.

it’s not dramatic. not a hollywood kiss. just something warm, solid, grounding.

when you pull away, wade’s grinning like an idiot.

“i’ve wanted to do this since high school” he admits, almost fangirling. “so,” he says, “does this mean i don’t have to kill you?”

you roll your eyes. “just shut up and kiss me again.”

and he does.

a/n: let me know you liked it, and if you did, don’t be scared to like, comment or reblog, it would really help me since this blog is new. let me know if you have any kind of request, not just for deadpool, it can be of any marvel character or more, i’m happy to write them <3

[mimikyuno]

are you the "if it's immoral irl, it's not okay to enjoy in fiction", "everything is allowed in fiction, because it's not real life", or the non-secret third thing? :thinking: emoji

i started typing the reply to this ask like 10 times bc i wanna be very careful about how i word this but basically i’m picking the secret third option lol

i have noticed that the debate around issues like this has become more and more polarised and black and white online which is uhm. not good. neither of the first two stances presuppose to actually tackle the alleged taboo topic from a critical perspective. like, why is X topic considered immoral? by whom? why did the author include this taboo topic? how is it presented in the media i am consuming? am i supposed to enjoy it, or feel repulsed by it, or something else? does this problematic topic have a narrative purpose? if so, is it presented well? is the narrative glorifying this topic? no?

some potentially triggering topics discussed under the cut

like, look at rgu!! the show has so many taboo topics (incest, grooming, csa, amongst others), and all these topics are brought into the plot to expose how the patriarchy oppresses and exploits kids and women to maintain the power balance. these topics were discussed and tackled graphically, but it was not in vain. it made rgu a very hard watch. after watching the episode where akio assaults utena, i literally felt so sick i started crying. i am still glad the show tackled these topics. did it always do so perfectly? no! is it then romanticising these topics and saying it’s “okay”? also no!!

this ask is about ave mujica episode 11 and my comments on it so here we go. i genuinely think it was a great episode - the parallels to tomori’s backstory episode (tomori open and showing us from her pov, uika/hatsune acting for us on stage), the acting, directing, stylistic choices, and overall settings and script were brilliant. i think that hatsune being related to sakiko adds so much depth to her character and her obsession with sakiko. it was always sick. the episode before the reveal, the authors made sure to show us how toxic and twisted uika’s obsession with sakiko is - she stole her stage clothes to make a mannequin and slept next to it, wrote obsessive lyrics fantasising about confining and weakening her. and sakiko was shown being uncomfortable with this and having to put on a cold facade to take responsibility for uika’s feelings.

and imo, ep 11 made it clear to me that hatsune/uika is just. so lost. “what is this obsession if not love” is the conclusion she came to. bc sakiko represents everything that uika has never had, everything that was taken from her just bc of who she was born to. she saw sakiko as this ideal princess in a castle, and that princess was kind to her. saw her and showed her love. but hatsune was pretending to be someone else. i remember reading an interview by the director of avemuji just a few weeks ago where he mentioned that uika was the only character who written without a real life inspiration; she’s a person whose whole identity is a mask, her character is more of a concept. and what better way to explore obsession and twistedness and lack of identity and alienation than by having her be the bastard child of a rich man belonging to a rich, powerful family, rejected since birth, living with a sister and a mother and foster father and feeling so different from all of them, obsessing over the legitimate grand daughter of the father who is hiding you like a secret?

the thing is it’s been annoying me how everyone is kinda losing their minds about this reveal when it was 1. hinted at, and 2. uisaki was never a cute wholesome ship lol like just till yesterday the whole fandom was joking about hatsune kidnapping and possibly harming sakiko. does that mean people who were joking about it think that it’s okay irl? i have been in fandom for like over 15 years now and im telling you a few years ago ave mujica would have already been cancelled for having hatsune be yandere-coded. but now toxic yuri is great but only when sanitized and readily available for consumption by as wide an audience as possible (yes im blaming tiktok and capitalism). BUT LIKE. man this show is so good 😭 and the reveal makes sense and was hinted at and it adds depth to the character 😭 and uisaki was always toxic 😭😭 and the show has shown us sakiko is not that comfortable with hatsune’s feelings anyway like 😭😭😭😭😭 AND THE INFORMATION WAS PRESENTED TO THE AUDIENCE TO MAKE US UNCOMFORTABLE!!! to make us go “OH SHIT THIS IS MESSED UP!” SO WHY ARE PEOPLE SO UPSET 😭😭

do i ship uisaki now? personally no, i’m just rly hoping for hatsune and sakiko to have a heart to heart and for sakiko to accept hatsune as family and heal the fucked up shit the togawa’s have going on. have hatsune finally become herself. but it just rubs me the wrong way that people are treating this reveal purely from a shipping perspective and assuming that bc hatsune has this unhealthy attachment to sakiko, then the show was condoning incest like literally no 😭 the past few episodes have been sakiko IGNORING hatsune’s existence and hatsune literally stopped existing in the narrative outside of sakiko’s gaze while sakiko chased after mutsumi 😭😭 PLEASE

i have sm to say about uisaki but this was about fiction so i’ll reiterate: secret third option (media literacy and critical thinking skills) 🥸

[wovendreamscapes]

Azriel's existential crisis (aka Eris is sexy and hot and Azriel is seriously not okay) Also known as the annoying thing that took me two freaking hours to write.

Azriel had never had an actual biological clock before, but watching Eris kneel down to a child’s level and wipe their tear-streaked face with a gentleness that shouldn’t be possible from a male who set people on fire. . . well.

It was ticking. It was clanging. It was screaming at him.

“Come on, little flame” Eris murmured, tucking a loose curl behind the child’s ear. “You’re alright.”

Azriel actually, physically, audibly sighed. Cassian, the bastard, heard him and shot him a look like Mother above, you have it so bad. And he did, but Cassian gets annoying when he is right, so Azriel ignored him.

The kid, a faeling with dirt brown curls and watery hazel eyes, sniffled and peered up at Eris like he hung the stars, and Azriel felt that, because same, kid.

“It hurts,” the child whimpered, holding up a skinned knee.

Eris hummed and tsked sympathetically. “Of course it does. I’ll tell you what. How about I make it better? In return, you tell me who won the very dramatic game of tag I saw earlier?”

The child hesitated, then whispered conspiratorially, “It was Caris, but we’re telling her she cheated. Cause she did.”

Eris nodded solemnly, as if this was the most serious intelligence he’d ever received. “Understandable. And how did she cheat?”

Azriel was fully leaning against a tree now, arms crossed, because Eris looked so—so soft with the child. He wasn’t even using magic, just a damp cloth to dab at the scrape, careful and unhurried. The child hiccuped another sniffle but was clearly distracted by relaying the heinous cheating scandal of Caris, complete with hand gestures.

“Caris pushed me, but she said she tripped, and I know she didn’t, because her eyes did the thing—”

“Ah, the thing,” Eris agreed. “A telltale sign of treachery. Smart boy, being able to see that.”

Azriel clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth might crack.

It was the voice. The voice.

Eris had a particular way of speaking to children—not like they were idiots, not with that patronizing lilt some adults used. He spoke to them like they were actual people, just smaller, and like their concerns such as skinned knees and cheating and all were actually worth listening to.

Which, of course, they were. But it made something in Azriel ache in a way he hadn’t expected.

“There we go,” Eris said, tying off a tiny bandage with a flourish. “Good as new.”

The child beamed up at him, then promptly launched into his arms, and Azriel saw the Mother.

The kid was hugging Eris like he belonged there, and Eris, to Azriel’s complete lack of surprise, just scooped him up with practiced ease and ruffled his curls.

“Off you go,” Eris said, patting his back. “And remember—Caris may have cheated, but you let her win, didn’t you?”

The kid hesitated, then nodded like this was true. “Yeah. I did.”

Eris winked and set him down. “I thought so.”

The child ran off, dramatically shouting something about an honor duel for the tag championship, and Eris finally turned back to where Azriel was still staring at him like an absolute lunatic.

He arched a brow. “You alright, shadowsinger?”

Azriel made a noise that was meant to be a casual grunt but sounded suspiciously like a distressed whimper.

Cassian howled in laughter. Azriel could swear he heard his shadows laughing too.

“Don’t,” Azriel muttered.

“Too late,” Cassian wheezed. “You should see your face—”

Azriel absolutely refused to acknowledge the warmth on his own cheeks. Instead, he just looked at Eris, at the way his mate was brushing dirt from his hands, looking so damn perfect that Azriel couldn't take it.

“You’re good with them,” he said, and his voice came out rough.

Eris snorted, crossing his arms. “It’s not difficult. They’re just tiny drunk people with no self-preservation. A little respect goes a long way.”

Cassian was still snickering. “You want one, don’t you?” he said, grinning at Azriel. “Admit it.”

Azriel did not dignify that with a response.

He did, however, glare at Cassian, because obviously he wanted one. Multiple. Many. An entire litter. He had visions of red-haired, hazel-eyed, sharp-tongued little nightmares darting through their home, of soft, sleepy murmurs and bedtime stories and—

No. Stop.

Eris cocked his head, clearly amused. “Azriel.”

Azriel swallowed. “Hm?”

“You’re staring again Shadow.”

Azriel absolutely was.

He dragged a hand over his face and exhaled slowly. “I just—” He hesitated. His mate was too perceptive to lie to.

“I want to put a baby in you,” he finally said, with the quiet, calm intensity of a male who had lived too long to get embarrassed easily.

Cassian choked.

Eris blinked. Then, to Azriel’s unending horror, he smirked.

“Oh?” Eris purred. “Do you?”

Azriel groaned. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re adorable.” Eris patted his chest condescendingly. “But I regret to inform you that’s not how that works.”

Azriel muttered something truly vulgar under his breath, but Eris just laughed, the bastard, and tugged him forward by the collar.

“Maybe,” Eris mused, eyes alight with something warm, something that made Azriel's cock take notice, “one day we’ll figure something out.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes. “Are you messing with me?”

Eris just kissed him, slow and deep, before murmuring against his lips, “Would I ever do that?”

Azriel grumbled but let himself be kissed, mostly because he didn’t trust himself to keep thinking about the undeniable fact that Eris Vanserra was perfect and needed to be impregnated immediately, no matter how impossible that may be.

Cassian, meanwhile, was still dying behind them. “This is hilarious,” he gasped. “Rhys is gonna lose it.”

Azriel would kill him later.

For now, he had a mate to hold, and an existential crisis to endure.

[azure-vigilante]

[Open Prompt - any are invited to hop on.]

There was a sudden burst of chaos energy, a blue hedgehog appearing in mid-air, appearing to be mid-jump at that. A blast of chaos energy flew from one hand, singeing the ground where it struck.

"...Scourge, you a--"

He landed on the ground near the scorched ground, ruby and emerald hued eyes glancing about the new zone he found himself in. He wasn't immediately interested in where he was, only where his target had gone. There was no sign of his green alternate - not that this meant much. The bastard could have gotten off to anywhere in... whatever dimension it was he'd chased him to.

"...C'mon, buddy. You're just draggin' this out, ya know."

...Evil alternates were honestly the most annoying... He almost could have pitied Robotnik for dealing with him after having to deal with a number of his own alternates. Almost. You know. If he hadn't been a tyrant that had turned Mobotropolis into Robotropolis, roboticizing and being... well, generally a tyrant.

To anyone who might have seen the blue hedgehog, he looked a great deal like most Sonics with few changes. His eyes being the most striking, one of them being red rather than the green of most of his alternates. His quills were messy, somewhat unkempt and his body covered in scars in varying stages of healing. He also wore more clothing than many of his alternates. Black pants and a belt with several different pouches and devices attached with a black an red sleeveless shirt, matching half-gloves and boots. He also wore a rather tattered and worn brown scarf.

And anyone sensitive to Chaos energy would be able to feel him radiating energy as strongly as any Chaos emerald...

[haemey]

Et Resurrexit Tertia Die - Chapter 5: Somebody that I used to know (3.8k, 30.9k total so far)

Chapter Summary:

Aziraphale learns something interesting from Muriel, while Crowley doesn't quite manage to be as annoying as he'd like.

Excerpt:

“How often are those records used?”, he asked, almost to interrupt himself. “Well…” Muriel looked a little sad now. “Almost never. They’re mostly for archival purposes, I think. Sometimes it feels like the other angels kind of forgot the records exist, really. A few years ago, I think Michael came to one of my colleagues to request some files, but otherwise, no one really comes along.” “That…” Aziraphale swallowed. “That sounds lonely.” When Muriel smiled again, it had lost some of its brightness. “Oh, no, it’s fine. If no one comes, then you don’t get distracted, right?” He gave them a sympathetic smile of his own. “Quite right. That’s why I never liked having customers in here, I think.” It wasn’t quite the same, though, was it? Solitude by choice or by nature?

Don't be fooled, this one gets silly.

Fic summary, tags and tags under the cut.

Fic summary:

Half a year after Aziraphale left, Crowley is trying his best to come to terms with the fact that the world is going to end in just seven weeks and that he will likely have to face that end alone. Having done all he can, all that's left for him to do is to distract himself while he waits. Teaching a too-nice-for-their-own-good human not to take in random strangers might be just the ticket. Meanwhile, up in Heaven, Aziraphale is receiving some troubling news about the Second Coming. Troubling - but possibly the best chance he is ever going to get to set things to rights. Now, if only he could get Crowley aboard, but that seems to be much more difficult than he would like. The solution to all their problems is much closer than they think. If only they'd remember the elephant... OR: Just another post-season 2 fic. But with more glitter.

Tags:

Post-Season/Series 02, Canon Compliant, until S3 is out at least, Angst, Fluff, Comedy, sfw, The Second Coming (Good Omens), Jesus took the Crucifixion personally, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), They Are Not Talking, until they are, canon typical drinking, Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), Crowley is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Jaded Millennia old beings vs jaded Millennial, Original Character(s), Symbolism, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Bad Puns, Innuendo, Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Miscommunication, actual communication, Unlicensed and Unintentional and Involuntary Therapy, Rated M for heavy angst towards the end, POV Alternating, Additional Tags to Be Added, Betaed, Glitter, Footnotes

Big thanks to @bellisima-writes and @lickthecowhappy for beating <3

Tagging @goodomensafterdark and @di-42. Let me know if you want to be added to or taken off the list :)

[essektheylyss]

here's the thing about Ludinus Da'leth: if I was bombarded by shitty holographic televangelists at random on a daily basis on my way to the fucking grocery store, no matter what they were trying to sell me, I'd start biting.

[kay-enemy]

As much as I love him as Red Hood, what if Jason made his big comeback as just... a better Batman? It could be like Battle for the Cowl except good.

He could make his name killing the worst of the named villains (Joker, maybe Professor Pyg if we ignore continuity) then become the Batman with less collateral damage (look he isn't shown being any less violent than Bruce, because DC writers believe might makes right when it comes to beating petty criminals to death, but I refuse to believe Jason "stealing tires from Batman to survive" Todd would not have more sympathy for thieves). Imagine a Batman who takes down violent criminals like rapists and killers but just stops the thieves and muggers like "bruh, don't rob these guys, I know someone with so much hereditary privilege and antique silver."

And then now that they have an option besides corrupt cops and corrupt bats, the people of Gotham might think "hmm, maybe minor crimes aren't an excuse for authority figures to break our bones and throw knives willy nilly."

[littlefankingdom]

I'm playing Arkham: Origins, and Bruce's hate of cops is so funny. I'm paraphrasing (I'm also playing the game in French), but here are some dialogues:

Alfred: Master Bruce, those are servants of the law, you could use less strength.

Bruce: They're pos, Alfred.

~

Gordon: I don't obey fugitive.

Bruce: And I don't obey cops.

~

Random cop: Thank you for saving me.

Bruce: Next time I see you, you better be on the good side of the law.

~

Alfred: You could let the cops handle it.

Bruce: Over my dead body.

[scribz-ag24]

It's still so unbelievable to me how extreme Dusknoir can be. He's a guy who will impulsively decide to rescue a pair of explorers he has never met for no reason (except maybe some superficial after-the-fact justification like "oh this will make me look even nicer", which doesn't count) and his first instinct when his temporal ally is about to get hit by falling ice is taking the blow for him, but he still lies and manipulates with ease, relishes flaunting his victory over his enemies at the cost of efficiency, decides to let the planet rot and decay as long as he keeps his own life and plans a horrible scheme where he will murder someone and puppet his corpse to attack his closest friends.

what wanting to survive does to a mf i guess.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 774: Kiji, coming!!

Pag 1

1: Welcome, to the Emperor's throne!!

My aim is the double crown!!

Pag 2

4: Ahhh... you're fast, the two of you

I thought I could catch you for sure at 2km left

Pag 3

1: But it took me until “1km left”, yon!!

Pag 4

3: Ah!?

He

4: caught up!? Who....

Pag 5

1: who the hell are you!?

2: The two people in the lead are taking the curve and passing the sign that says that there's 1km left until the sprint line.....

Pag 6

1: No, it's three people!!

Three people passed the “1km left” sign!!

2: There's more people!? Since when!?

Wasn't it two people!?

What happened!? Who's that? That jersey-

At the last curve, suddenly-

3: It's not “who are you”....!!

Dammit!! I know!! This guy!!

Pag 7

1: There's one more person who we need to pay special attention to

2: Gunma Ryousei's third year, Kiji Kyuui

3: Ohh, Kiji? Who's that

Oi, I already told you about this in advance, Manami!! Come on, at the sea

Is that so?

4: What's your data about him?

5: There's basically no record of him in road racing

6: He's an..... “assassin” from the MTB world, huh

7: Is he aiming for the goal?

8: Yeah.... the goal...

That's right....

We should be glad

Pag 8

1: That he's only aiming for the goal

2: Hayaaaa!!

3: Dammit!! The first result.... so you're aiming for the sprint too!?

4: Since they said you were aiming for the goal I thought you were a climber like Manami!!

Pag 9

1: Let's speed up, Orange!! He'll catch up!!

2: I've seen it before!! This guy's jersey

3: That day.... he appeared suddenly on that bike with the thick tires

Pag 10

1: It's the guy who chased Onoda-san and the Hakogaku guy with the bouncy hair!!

2: Before that, Onoda-san said they were friends and that he's “strong”!!

3: He's coming to catch up to

4: mine and San-na's battle

Pag 11

1: He really is strong!!

Let's switch, I'll pull!!

Pag 12

1: Orange!!

3: They're in tune

You have amazing judgment and explosive power!!

4: When I caught up at the last curve

5: Even though they could have also accepted me and made me join them

Without making eye contact or calling out to each other, in an instant at the same time they made the decision

6: that they would “cooperate” to leave me behind!! Yon!!

You're really....

Pag 13

4: What's that

He's lowering his stance and pushing on the handles like he's about to dance....!!

5: Hayaaaa

Pag 14

1: You're really close friends!!

Pag 15

4: He lined up to us in one go!?

Pag 16

1: This guy!! Was it an optical illusion? Just now, I saw something like a cloud of dust behind me

2: Takadajou told us this

Be careful

3: I've been told that the power that a MTB rider can produce in a short time

4: is 1.5 times that of a road racing cyclist

5: This guy can match this top speed!?

8: Ah!?

9: Huh!?

Pag 17

2: In between!?

He came in between!?

Ah!?

3: You bastard, usually when one catches up he joins in the back

Pag 18

1: It's road racing theory!!

4: This guy doesn't know the theory?

5: 800m left until the sprint line!!

6: 1

Pag 19

1: 2

What's this- San-na, did this guy suddenly started counting

2: What's this

The sign for an attack?

3: 3

Pag 20

2: Alright, I recovered

5: Well then, I'll go

Pag 21

1: Ahead, yon

2: So it really was a sign for attacking!!

Who's that guy!!