merely a flesh wound

I’ll be forever laughing at this because of how Peter just leans back and tosses the papers aside like “it’s no big deal, it’s just an axe in the chest, I’ve had far worse, literally, I’ve literally had worse, no need to panic, dear nephew, I’ve literally died once, this is just a flesh wound, merely a scratch, be a darling and get me some ice, Derek”

Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris in the library
  • Eric: "Get up!"
  • Dylan: "GET UP!"
  • Eric: "Stand up right now or we'll blow your fucking heads off!"
  • Dylan: "Fine I'll start shooting then..." (shoots Velasquez) "Woohoo!"
  • Dylan: "All jocks stand up... white baseball cap"
  • Eric: "Pigs are here..." (begins firing out the window)
  • Dylan: (shoots Hall, Ireland, Steepleton) "Yahoo!"
  • Patti Nielson: "our father... who art in heaven.. hallowed be thy name"
  • Dispatcher: "ma'am, you need to forget about praying right now. What's happening there?"
  • Nielson: "They're in here.. they're killing kids... I have to go." (drops phone)
  • Eric: (kills Curnow) "Die! Motherfucker!"
  • Dylan: "WOO!"
  • Kasey Ruegsegger: (after being shot by Eric) "Oh!"
  • Eric: "Stop your bitching! It's merely a flesh wound,"
  • Dylan: (laughing hysterically)
  • Eric: "Peek-a-boo" (kills Bernall)
  • Dylan: (shoots Ireland) "Die! ...down on the floor!"
  • Dylan: "REB?"
  • Eric: "Yeah?"
  • Dylan: "hey, man... there's a nigger over here."
  • Eric: "shoot him"
  • Dylan: "SHIT YEAH!"
  • Shoels: "!"
  • (Shoels and Kechter killed)
  • (CO2 bomb detonates)
  • Valeen Schnurr: "oh my god... help me..."
  • Eric: "do you believe in God?"
  • Valeen: "no..yes..."
  • Dylan: "Why?"
  • Eric: "God is gay."
  • John TOmlin: "Don't... done enough?"
  • (shots fired)
  • Dylan: "You think we've done enough?" (laughing)
  • Eric: "nice glasses" (shots fired.. sounds of a scuffle.. shots fired again.. Mauser killed)
  • Dylan: "was he trying to jump you?"
  • Eric: "Yeah"
  • (shots fired... DePooter killed)
  • Dylan: "Look what we have here..."
  • Eric: "What?"
  • Dylan: "just some fat fuck"
  • Dylan: "give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
  • Evan Todd: "I don't want to get into trouble"
  • Dylan: "Trouble! You don't know what trouble is..."
  • Evan Todd: "That's not what I mean... I don't have a problem with you guys..."
  • Dylan: "I'm going to let this fat fuck live... little fat fucking piece of shit... you can have him if you want."
  • Eric: "Let's go to the commons"
  • Dylan: "One more thing" (sound of something smashing)
  • Dylan: "Reb, ya ready?"
Brief Library Transcript

ERIC: “Get up!”


ERIC: “Stand up right now or we’ll blow your fucking heads off!”

DYLAN: “Fine I’ll start shooting then…” (shoots Velasquez) “Woohoo!”

DYLAN: “All jocks stand up…white baseball cap.”

ERIC: “Pigs are here…” (begins firing out the window)

DYLAN: (shoots Ireland, Hall, Steepleton) “Yahoo!”

PATTI NIELSON: “Our father… who art in heaven… hallowed be thy name.”

DISPATCHER: “Ma’am, you need to forget about praying right now. What’s happening there?”

PATTI NIELSON: “They’re in here… they’re killing kids…I have to go.” (drops phone)

ERIC: (kills Curnow) “Die! Motherfucker!”


KASEY RUEGSEGGER: (after being shot by Eric) “Oh!”

ERIC: “Stop your bitching! It’s merely a flesh wound.”

DYLAN: (laughs hysterically)

ERIC: “Peek-a-boo!” (kills Bernall)

DYLAN: (shoots Ireland) “Die!…down on the floor!”


ERIC: “Yeah?”

DYLAN: “Hey, man… there’s a nigger over here.”

ERIC: “Shoot him.”


ISAIAH SHOELS: “no…no…no…MOM!”

(Shoels and Ketcher killed)

(CO2 bomb detonates)


ERIC: “Do you believe in god?”


DYLAN: “Why?”

ERIC: “God is gay.”

JOHN TOMLIN: “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

(shots fired, Tomlin killed)

DYLAN: “You think we’ve done enough?” (laughing)

ERIC: “Nice glasses” (shots fired…sounds of scuffle as Daniel Mauser kicks chair at Eric…shots fired againMauser killed)

DYLAN: “Was he trying to jump you?”

ERIC: “Yeah.”

(shots firedDePooter killed)

DYLAN: “Look what we have here.”

ERIC: “What?”

DYLAN: “Just some fat fuck.”

DYLAN: “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

EVAN TODD: “I don’t want to get in trouble.”

DYLAN: “Trouble! You don’t know what trouble is…”

EVAN TODD: “That’s not what I mean…I don’t have a problem with you guys…”

DYLAN: “I’m going to let this fat fuck live…little fat fucking piece of shit…you can have him if you want.”

ERIC: “Let’s go to the commons.”

DYLAN: “One more thing.” (sound of something smashing)

DYLAN: “Reb, ya ready?”

Supercorp tinder au: Swipe Right for a Super

Lena Luthor matches with Supergirl on tinder and she’s convinced that she’s being catfished.

“Kara, it’ll be fun,” Winn says, already reaching for Kara’s phone.

Kara’s face twists, she likes to think that she has a handle on the majority of Earth’s customs at this point in her life, but she’s never really understood the obsession of online dating. Sure, she supposes that it makes sense in a practical sort of way, but she much prefers to meet people face to face. It’s so much easier for her to figure people out when she can watch their features change and discreetly listen to telltale signs of life.

Starting at a screen doesn’t have quite the same effect.

“I don’t know,” Kara replies, sceptical, but she makes no move to retrieve her phone from Winn’s grasp.

“Come on,” Winn offers once more,  "after today you could use all the fun you can get,” he uses that pleading voice that causes Kara to shake her head, “and so could I.”

For the first time since returning home, Kara allows herself the time to reflect on the events of the day. It had started out just like any other, Kara suiting up and speeding off to some emergency to offer her assistance, but she had been wholly unprepared for the scene that greeted her upon her arrival.

Though, she doesn’t think she’ll ever really be prepared to see her sister under heavy fire. She’d done her best to intervene, but even with her super-speed she still wasn’t fast enough to stop the bullet from grazing Alex’s shoulder.

Alex had brushed off, of course, telling Kara not to worry, that her injury was merely a flesh wound, that she could stitch herself up if she wanted to. It had been enough to pull a smile out of Kara as she flew them back to the DEO.

Even by her standards, she has to admit that it’s been a particularly rough twenty-four hours.

Maybe she could use a little something to take her mind off things.

“Fine,” Kara concedes after receiving another pleading look from Winn that she’s not sure even Alex could resist.


“Winn, I really don’t think this a good idea.”

“Relax, Kara,” Winn can’t help but roll his eyes at the way Kara paces around the room, “I’ve already set it all up, you’ve now got a fake Supergirl Facebook account by the way.” He bumps his shoulder with Kara’s in a futile attempt to draw a smile from her, he knows how exhausted she is and he thought this would be the perfect way to take her mind off Alex for the night. He knows Kara still feels somewhat guilty for not being able to protect her sister and she’d only left her side because Alex had insisted as much. “It’ll be more fun this way,” he promises, “haven’t you always wondered what kind of reaction Supergirl would get?”

Kara imagines that it would be infinitely more intense than kind of reaction that Kara Danvers would receive. “That’s not the point, Winn”

Winn smiles at Kara’s lack of denial, “No one is actually going to think that the real Supergirl is sitting behind the screen, anyway. What harm can it do?” He presses, holding the phone out towards Kara and arching his brow.

She ignores the voice in the back of her hand that tells her just how much harm it can do and takes the phone from an excited-looking Winn.

Kara is quick to get the hang of things work, making sure she’s actually swiping the right way. She rolls her eyes when the one the first profile she sees belongs to Mon-el, “Of course,” she scoffs, swiping her finger hard across the screen and ignoring the way that Winn eyes her curiously.

“Okay,” he breathes, surprised by the way Kara frowns and seethes at the same time, “I’m guessing that one is a no”


“It’s not going to work if you don’t swipe right for anyone,” Winn complains, huffing as he watches Kara swipe left on yet another profile.

“I have,” Kara protests, shielding the phone from Winn’s attempts to grab it.

“That does not count!” Winn says, throwing his hands up in frustration, “It doesn’t,” he reiterates when he sees Kara shrug, “Kara, the only person you’ve swiped right for is me and we both know that’s just because I’m sat right next to you and you’re way too nice.”

When Kara doesn’t say anything, Winn takes his chance, lunging across her and scrambling for the phone. Kara is completely past the point of caring, she doesn’t put up much of a fight as the phone is tugged from her hands.

“Right. Let us see what we’ve got here,” Winn does a quick scan, swiping right on a total of five people despite Kara’s halfhearted protests and child-like sulking.

It’s not until Kara has completely lost count of the number of profiles that Winn has deemed acceptable, that she feels the need to voice her complaints. “Winn!” She chides

“It’s not my fault you’re popular. People really do love Supergirl, you’ve got loads of messages waiting for you.” Winn says unapologetically

Kara doesn’t hesitate to take her phone back, ready to inspect the damage that Winn has caused.

“Seriously, Kara, I know this was just supposed to be a bit of fun but when was the last time you even went on a date?”

If Kara is being honest myself, she knows it’s been a while. In fact, she’s pretty sure that she’d struggle to pinpoint an exact date but in her defence, she’s been kind of busy lately and it’s really difficult to find time for romance in-between her day job and saving the city from rogue aliens. “Does it matter? It’s not like I can date any of these people as Supergirl.”

“No,” Winn agrees, “…but, you can date someone as Kara Danvers,” he continues, adding a tentative jab to Kara’s shoulder for good measure.

Kara shakes her head, that’s been tried and tested and she has more than enough evidence to suggest that it just doesn’t work.

“Seriously, Kara. I’m going to hack your account and start swiping myself if you don’t just pick someone,” Winn whines, he had anticipated this little endeavour entailing a little more excitement than simply watching Kara stare at her phone.

Kara gives a noncommittal hum and proceeds to swipe left on the guy that bears a striking resemblance to her morning barista.

The next profile that appears is a little more enticing and Kara is caught in two minds as to which direction she should go.

She swipes right before she loses her nerve.


Lena is not entirely sure what possessed her to download the app in the first place and she’s even less sure about why she feels the need to browse through a selection of attainable date within her area.

At first, it had seemed like an okay idea, something to take the edge of her busy day. An easy way to find a stranger to pass the time with and provide a much-needed distraction. She certainly doesn’t have the time to go out and meet someone she’s actually interested in, especially when the only thing on her mind is to find someone to use as a form of stress relief.

Preferably with someone who won’t recognise her by her last name, or at the very least, they won’t be put off by it.

She knows the chances are slim.She knows that there’s always going to be something that people want, something that they need. There’s always going to be people asking for a comment on something or other, people are always going to want to know her opinions, especially when aliens are involved.

Lena knows that she’s always going to be tied to her last name no matter how hard she tries to sever herself from the Luthor name and everything it stands for.

She shudders when she stumbles across her secretary’s profile, swiping left as fast as humanly possible. As much as she considers Jess a valuable employee, perhaps the most loyal, she just can’t bring herself to go there. She needs someone forgettable, she needs a face she’s not going to see every morning as she walks to her office and Jess definitely doesn’t fit the bill.

The app soon becomes tiresome and Lena quickly becomes bored with the constant swiping left and the numerous 20-something boys that Tinder keeps suggesting.

She’s not that desperate.

Lena is just about ready to give up and admit defeat in her search for a distraction within this godforsaken city when National City’s very own hero pops up on her screen.

Lena can’t help but let out a little chuckle at the profile because obviously, it’s not really Supergirl. Why on earth would the girl of steel be on tinder?

And Lena knows better than to get sucked in by some middle-aged man masquerading as Supergirl. She really does. But,  she’d been lying if she wasn’t even the least bit curious as to how the stranger is going to explain themselves, or if they even explain themselves at all.

She wonders just how many people have fallen into this trap, how many gullible idiots have swiped right, fully expecting to match with the real Supergirl.

Still, Lena can’t deny that her interest is piqued, even if it is just to see how long the facade will last. In the end that nibbling need to just know, once and for all is what gets the better of her.

Before she can stop herself she’s swiping right.

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anonymous asked:

Saw that you were doing requests, can you do a Jason Todd x reader on their first date

relationship: jason todd x reader
word count: 1.1k
rating: general
warnings: blood
summery: Y/N would never expect who falls through her window, but perhaps it was all for the best. 

You couldn’t sleep, though your body angered for it. You were exhausted after work all week, emotionally and physically drained from the long hours, but strangely too invested in the current television movie to go to bed. You laid, stretched out lazily on the couch, your eyes growing heavier by the second. The light and rhythmic sounds of the old grandfather clock ticked back and forth tic tock, tic tock, tic to- BANG!

A load and abrupt crash echoed through the small apartment. Quickly you shoot up, your head fuzzy with the untamed droziness that had once owned you. Without thought, you grabbed the gun out of the drawer of your end table, preparing yourself for whatever or whoever crashed through your bedroom window, this was Gotham after.

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BNHA: Riddles in the Heart, 1/3

Pairing: Tododeku

Summary:  The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye. 

Of course, there’s only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.

(Royalty/Fantasy AU)


Act I: The Challenge

The sun was low in the sky, and the streets on the outskirts of the city were quiet. The people who lived here were those that kept their heads down, minded their own business, and did their best not to draw attention to themselves.

This mattered little to the young man racing through the streets, feet aching as they pounded the stones. His breath was short but he was not yet winded, the pressure in his lungs not quite a burning.

He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, and slowed his pace when he saw that his pursuers were beginning to lag behind. Losing them now was no good—if they gave up, they might go back to hunting the others.

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anonymous asked:

Knowing I have both a katsudon son and a Tayaki son is so good

Isn’t katsudon Izuku’s fav food too? :D

Anon said: In your head do any of the characters in Boku No Academia have weird kinks?

Sorry anon, I don’t really ever think about that sorta stuff so I’m definitely lacking in that type of headcanons (try @syblatortue‘s blog for that sorta things!!!! nothing especially weird imho but I’m 100% sure you won’t be disappointed :D)


I’M GLAD TO HEAR THAT!!!!!! Honestly I don’t think he used to be generally a sad kid? He seemed pretty fired up and ready to do good, generally!! I loved it t b h !!!!! So I’m, like, pretending there’s no angst for now. Cause I’m a weak baby.

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Gif is mine

An Imagine of Danny protecting the reader when Danny or the reader gets threatened 

Requested by Anon~

Danny was being overly worried over a flesh wound. The bullet merely grazed your leg, but it was still enough to make you bleed all over the place. He was able to drag you to safety, shooting off a couple rounds for cover before turning his attention to you. “Everything’s gonna be alright.” Danny assured, his hand roughly gripping your arm, as if to keep you beside him.

“We’re pinned down.” You said through gritted teeth. The wound was on fire, and the bleeding wasn’t slowing down. “You’ll be better off if you just leave me here. Come back with some back-up…”

“I ain’t leaving you here.” Danny instantly replied. “Not by yourself. And not without a weapon.”

You could tell he was worried by the look in his eyes. And knowing Danny, you wouldn’t be able to convince him to leave. So you gave a nod, and Danny forced himself to look away and fire when you gave a loud wince upon trying to stop the bleeding.

Based off this prompt: “I don’t care what happens to me, don’t you get it? I don’t care if I live or die.” 

Characters: Haytham Kenway x Reader, mentions of Charles Lee, William Johnson and Connor

Warnings: blood, swearing, angst, gore

Request: Or Haytham saying “I don’t care what happens to me, don’t you get it? I don’t care if I live or die.” from a prompt post you reblogged? :D


Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw him, slumped against one of the chairs in the Green Dragon, numerous Templars surrounding him, but he seemed not to be paying attention. He stared straight ahead at the fire, swishing a cup of alcohol in his hand. Charles was trying to talk to him, but stopped short when he noticed you make your way towards the group of men, nearly sighing a breath of relief at the sight of you.

He took long strides towards you, reaching out to grab you by the forearm, head turned towards Haytham. “Look, (Y/N)’s here.” He announced before turning to you once you were next to the chair Haytham sat in. “Maybe you can talk some sense into the man.” He sounded bitter as he met your gaze, annoyance at the Grandmaster obvious. 

William approached you with much less irritation, a look of concern etched on his features. "He isn’t doing well, lass.” His voice was grim. “We’re hoping you’ll have better luck with him.” He spoke gently, offering you a small smile before placing a hand on Charles’ shoulder and walking, gesturing with a movement of his head for the rest to follow. 

One by one they filed out, many of them watching you as you made your way around the chair to meet Haytham’s gaze. It was only until everyone was gone that you finally spoke. “Why are you doing this to yourself?…” Your voice was undemanding, but held a bitter tone to it. Never in your life would you have thought a man of such conviction and power would allow himself to sink this low. 

I don’t care what happens to me, don’t you get it? I don’t care if I live or die.” Each syllable he spoke was enunciated with such bitter ferocity that the accent you found so attractive and alluring was now frightening. But, you were not weak-willed. He was going to listen to you no matter how much of a fight he put up. 

Listen to me, Haytham. You’re going to get your ass out of the chair and stop moping like a child.” Your voice was so stern that you even surprised yourself along with Haytham. You took the metal cup out of his hand, not caring if you spilled the alcohol inside, and set it down roughly on to the small table behind you. “We’re going to discuss this like adults, so stop being so emotionally constipated and get up.” 

He stared at you for a few beats, face expressionless, before he finally heaved out a deep sigh and rose, stumbling slightly on his way up. You were there to brace his fall, pressing a hand to his waist and the other to his chest, horrified when you felt a hot and sticky liquid met your hand where it was pressed to his abdomen. “Oh, Jesus, Haytham!” You grimaced as he stumbled and leaned against you, already having lost so much blood. You already know what happened without having to ask. Haytham had told you about finding Connor, about joining him, but by what condition he was in now you certainly don’t think they’re allies now. 

He wheezed a little, lips pressed in a scowl as he knitted his eyebrows together, obviously trying not to show how much pain he was truly in. “Just a mere flesh wound. Nothing to fuss about.” You wish he could have seen the dirty look you were shooting him, but he was completely draped over you, breaths ragged. 

By some miracle you had managed to get him up the steps and into a room, placing him half hazardly onto the bed before making your way back down the steps and requesting a surgeons kit from the bartender. It seems luck was really on your side, because he had one and had given it to you. On your way up, you grabbed the alcohol he was drinking and brought it up with you. You told him to drink once you reached him, which he did with much of your help, before you removed as much of his clothing as you could, cursing the man silently for how many layers he constantly wore.

Finally making contact with skin, you wet the washcloth before cleaning his wound, scraping dried blood carefully of his skin while trying not to make his wound worse; you weren’t a damn doctor and you’d be damned if he wasn’t going to let you be bitter about it while you were stitching him up. He was silent, however, which was unsettlingly, but you weren’t about to strike up conversation with the man that causes your constant state of vexation. But, you finished soon enough and as best you could before wrapping what seemed like his whole torso in bandages. 

There.” You said as you rose, taking the medical supplies with you. “You’ll live…” You added, meeting his gaze. You weren’t expecting to meet such a sad stare looking back at you, but hell, you weren’t even expecting this night to be happening. 

Thank you…” The words were croaked out, just barely comprehensible. You sighed and approached him, brushing some tendrils of hair that had made it past his usually neat low ponytail. “You’re just lucky I love you…” You gave him a sad smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Now go to sleep, we’ll talk about this in the morning…” And with that, you had blown out the only candle illuminating the room and walked out, shutting the door quietly behind you. 

A/N: This was a lot longer than intended, but I hope you enjoy it! 


Y’all should go follow her she is so cute and is super rad and is a precious cinnamon roll 

Dating Blues (Bias x Reader) Pt.9e

“You’re quite foolish. Running home to your parents, did you miss them that much as to endanger them?” Gil asks B/N who’s silent beside you, no doubt angry at himself for coming here. She has a total of five guards with her, none of them look you in the eye.

“What is she talking about?” His mother asked as she turns to you both, ignoring the gun aimed at her head, “Who is this woman?” 

“You want us Gil, you have us.” you say. 

She smiles, “So heroic. But this isn’t another one of your missions. These aren’t people you have to protect.” 

“You have business with me as I have with you, let’s take this elsewhere,” you say nodding to the door.  

“Actually,” another man walks forward from the line of guards. Another one of the guards from the train. Only he brought four more with him, except for the one you shot multiple times, “We have business with you too. Both of you.” 

“Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?” B/N father yells in frustration, “Who are you people?” he asks them. 

“My name is Jack. I work for the big guy. I am the one who…puts people away. We want nothing to do with you, only your son and this woman.” 

The mother looks at you both, “What does he mean?”

“Madam, do you know who this woman is?” 

She looks at you with a frown, “She is my son’s girlfriend,” How those words must’ve burned her to say. 

“This young lady,” he says when Gil opens her mouth to speak, “is your sons target. He was supposed to kill her, but he failed. He’s been with me for four years. He is a trained assassin. His first mission and he couldn’t even do it.”

His father has a look of horror on his face, while his grandfather simply hangs his head, “You left for the army for two years and you said that you found a job abroad in security…,” his father says to his son. “Oh God,” he says as the realization set in that his son has actually lied to him.

B/N eyes are red, fighting tears at his exposed secret. How different his family must see him now. And he knows the end result. 

“And you?” the mother turns to you, “Who are you really?” 

“She is-” Gil rushes to speak, but you speak over her. She glares at you.

“I’m an intelligence agent who works to protect people. That is all,” and that was the truth. 

“She’s been a pain for a few years now. Your son was sent to find her. Only to lose himself in the process,” Jack pauses for a moment and fans himself, “I’m feeling stuffy in here. Let’s take it outside where it’s cooler.” 

The guards drag his parents up by their arms, shoving them outside where a boat rocks on the surface of the river. They’re not even gentle with his grandfather who insults them in his own language. You walk behind them only to catch B/N’s eyes on you. Last time on the train, he tried to speak to you with facial gestures but you were too engulfed in your distrust of him to notice. You raise your eyebrows in question if he had a plan. The subtle shake of his head made your stomach drop. 

You watch one of the guards shove the grandfather forward causing him to stumble, “Hey!” you yell at the guard, already having your arm supporting the elderly man. You shove the guard away, not once caring that he could shoot you dead on the spot. 

Jack laughs, “Even in a situation like this, she has no fear,” 

“Are you okay?” you ask him as they walk everyone towards the river where a boat awaits. 

He says nothing, only presses something against you beneath the blanket he had around him. You instantly know what is it by the feel of the heavy metal in your hands. You tuck in the back of your jeans.

“How-” you whisper but he shoves you away from him. 

“Don’t touch me. You’ve brought death to our door,” his words should hurt you deeply, but you know he’s causing a distraction. But still, you know there is truth to what he says. 

You walk back beside B/N who’s eyes are glossy and at a profound loss. Would you be this distraught if this was your family? Would you be able to think rationally? You didn’t know. All that you do know now is that in the next second your hand is up and fires twice. Once into Jack’s back and the other into Gil’s shoulder. Gil cries out but Jack simply stumbles forward with a grunt.

B/N’s mother cries out as a guard grabs her by the hair, dragging her while her husband struggles to defend her. Now B/N is out of his daze. There are a total of ten guards and they stand conflicted wondering what to do as their leader’s stand there bleeding. 

But neither of you wait. B/N runs, grabbing the man off of his mother and flings him to the side. You don’t want to waste anymore bullets. You move towards the granddad who has a guard that stands there puzzled, a gun on the old man.

“I remember you Logan,” you say to the guard, a man who was Valerio’s friend. His eyes finally rest on yours, “If they’re doing this to me, if they did this to Valerio, what makes you think you’re out of the clear? It’s just a matter of time,” 

He looks from you to Gil, cloudy puffs coming from his mouth in the cold atmosphere. You don’t give him time to contemplate, your fist knocks into his jaw and he’s out cold. 

“Enough!” Gil yells. Both her and Jack have their guns up, pointing at you and B/N. His parents are behind him as he breathes hard. The grandfather stands off to the side, huddled in his blanket, eyes wide. 

“Let’s finish this,” Jack says. 

“Wait, I have one question,” you look at Gil, “How long?” She clenches her jaw, hands gripping her gun tighter. She doesn’t speak, “Oh come on, after all this, don’t you think I deserve an explanation?” 

“No,” she snaps, “You don’t deserve anything. I got you here. I introduced you to the business, how in this short span of time you’ve surpassed me, I don’t know but I regret bringing you here.” 

You laugh. So that was it, “Just like that, nearly ten years of friendship shot to hell?” 

She raises her head and holds the gun steady. 

“Damn,” Jack says, caught up in the conversation, “That was cold.”

“You’re one to talk asshole!” B/N says pointing his finger at Jack, “We were together through the army until now, and you treat me like this?” 

“It wasn’t up to me,” Jack says shaking his head.

“I don’t give a damn,” B/N is fuming with anger that leaves nearly everyone quiet, “Brothers? Really?” he points from himself to Jack, “Brothers my ass!” That seems to strike a nerve in Jack because he visibly winces.  

“I would’ve done anything for you, you know that,” B/N says now walking towards Jack, his mother grabs for his arm but he continues, “Why did you do it?” 

“Because someone else would’ve,” Jack whispers, gun still up. B/N is now in front of him, gun at his chest.

“How much did they offer you?” 

“Six figures,” he says. 

“Tough decision huh?” 

“You have no idea,” Jack says and lowers his gun. 

“And you assholes just going along with it, forgot what we had? We trained together, but stupid me, money makes you forget,” B/N says looking at the two remaining conscious guards from his side. They stand in silence. 

B/N tenderly grasps Jack by the back of his neck, “But I understand,” He glances at you. There’s something in his eyes…

“You’re still my brother,” Jack’s eyes swell with water at his words, but the next second B/N slams his forehead against Jack’s forehead and the man staggers back grasping his head, yelling. B/N is holding his own head, “Damn, that was supposed to work!” 

“Dumb ass,” you mumble walking over to finish the job. With a kick to Jack’s head he’s out. 

“I had it under control,” he says annoyed with your interference. He removes his hand from his head, “Am I bleeding?” 

You’re about to respond when you hear a gunshot. You gasp, expecting to feel pain at any moment. Even B/N checks himself. But that’s all for nothing when you hear his mother scream, “Appa!” 

Your blood goes cold as you turn around to find the old man laying on his back. B/N immediately runs to his grandfather and you stand there finding the source of this tragedy. Gil who is now pointing the gun at you. Yours is up in a second but you don’t hesitate. You fire at her other arm instantly.

“That’s for Valerio,” you say as she cries out walking backwards. You fire at her leg and she falls into the water, a mere flesh wound that’s she’s exaggerated from fright, “That’s for Anna,” You shoot into her other leg, “This is for the old man. And this is for me,” you’re still holding the gun when B/N lowers your hand.

“Whoa, savage much?” 

“But your grandfather…” 

“He’s okay,” he says taking the gun from your hands, “It only grazed his arm,” you turn around to find the grandfather sitting up, eyes wide at what he’s witnessing. You breathe a sigh of relief and leave Gil in the water.

“Are you okay?” you ask the grandfather, wondering if he was in a state of shock at the way he was staring at you. Almost like fear or admiration. 

He blinks and looks at his grandson, “Oh B/N, please keep her around,” your eyes widen in surprise. 

“If she’ll still have me,” he says brushing dirt off his father’s clothes. 

“Excuse me?” his mother exclaims, “After all this, do you really think I’ll approve?” 

He kisses the side of her head, “Yes, she kind of saved my life again.” 

“Yours too,” the grandfather says. 

“Wait, she didn’t even say yes,” the father says. 

They each look at you, even the extra guards wait for your answer. You step back at the mass attention on you, “Yes?” 

Seven months later…

“Two vanilla cones please,” 

B/N brings you an ice cream cone to where you wait by the bridge. 

“Thank you,” you say. He leans against the bridge, blocking the view with his face. 

“What?” you ask. 

He tilts his head a bit more. You sigh and kiss him, “That’s the only version of ‘thank you’ I’ll accept.” 

You lick the ice cream, “Keep that up and I’ll get tired of it,” He kisses you again, knocking your ice cream from your hand into the river below at his force.

You don’t even fuss, you just look at him.

He holds his own out to you with apologetic, puppy eyes. You take his eye scream, take a large portion and drop it into the river. 

“Yah!” he says watching it fall. Catfish instantly devour the desserts. 

You take his hand and start walking over the bridge towards the many shops, “Do your parents like the new house?” 

“My dad likes it, my mom makes a fuss because she had to move. I think she likes it though, she keeps inviting people over.” His mother was still iffy towards you, not entirely surprised by her son’s occupation, but still wary of you. His father finally got pass the shock of what his son did for a living and accepted the fact that he truly wouldn’t see his son as often.

After the exposure of his parent’s residence, he suggested his family move elsewhere to prevent further altercations, somewhere far into the mountains of Busan. His grandfather constantly wore short sleeves, baring his battle scar for all to see and told a different tale every time someone asked of it origin. 

“He’s like a new man,” his father said. 

As for you two, you were still on the run from your agencies. No doubt both Jack and Gil would seek out their revenge on you both, but as for now, you’d run with with the company of each other. 

“Did your mother like the gift I sent her?” B/N asks. You nod. He sent her a huge collection of amethyst jewelry, her favorite stone. She met him only once and took a liking to his suave personality instantly. 

B/N places his arm around your shoulder, “So, where to next?” You both were currently in Japan, enjoying the blooming of cherry blossoms. “It’s your turn to pick,” 

“Hm…” you say holding his other hand, “Morocco?” 

“Figured you’d say that,” he pulls two papers from his jacket pocket. Two plane tickets. You bite your lip to contain your excitement. His eyes lock onto something behind you and his expression changes. You’re about to turn around when he pulls your face close to his. 

“Keep walking, don’t look back,” 

“Again?” you ask with a sigh and he nods, “How many?” 

“Just two for now. You go left this time, we’ll meet up at the ferry,” you’re approaching the shops with the thick crowd, “Ready?” 

You take a deep breath and nod, approaching the shops. He kisses you longingly, before running off with a smile.

You smile to yourself as you dash through the narrow alleyways, hearing footsteps behind you.

You both enjoy this life far too much. 

Well that’s it for Dating Blues, I kinda didn’t know where I was going with this ending. This was kind of inspired by Mr. and Mrs. Smith and the kdrama Iris (ending was going to be similar but I’m not about that depressed life) 

Anticipate the next story guys!! Thank you for reading ^-^

Gotta 'Hand' it to ya.

The party was dealing with a number of problems in the realms of hell, mainly several wizards who had bestowed them with several curses to reduce their saves before sending the party en-mass to the deepest layer of the abyss they could manage. The parties female paladin is considerably pissed off at this, and has a spat with our necropoliton sorcerer who had dubbed himself the ‘master of hands’ after another of his attempts to provide the party with comic relief had backfired.

Half Orc Paladin: “That’s it, enough with your antics, you, me, duel.”

Dwarf Cleric: “Are you sure thats wise? we’re kind of in the middle of an abyss-”

Half Orc  Paladin: “No, he has to go, he’s half the reason why we’re in this mess.”

Dm(Ooc): It was kinda inevitable, I mean after burning down several towns, you kinda had it coming…“

‘Mr.Hands’(as he called himself): “No, no its fine! So what’s the term and conditions? I’m guessing magic is allowed in order to have even grounds, fatal or non-fatal?”

Half Orc Paladin: “Fatal. You, me, now, you can have first move.”

-Everyone else gives a resigned sigh, as initiative is brought up.-

Mr.Hands: Alright, For the first spell, make me a pair of fort save. Twin Grim Revenge.

Dm: “What’s that do?”

Mr.Hands: “Oh, nothing really(dice saves fail on the paladins rolls), it just rips off a hand per failed save, and turns them into tiny sized wights that literally try to beat their former body to death. Both those fail by the way. Oh, and heres the 12d6 physical trauma damage from that.”

Half Orc Paladin: (Ooc): Well there goes a third of my health, and now I’m disarmed.

Dm: “What are you going to do now?”

Half Orc Paladin: “Tis’ merely a flesh wound!”

Dwarf Cleric: “Tis’ Not! Both your hands off!”

Half Orc Paladin: “I’m going to rebuke them!”

Mr. Hands: “You’re going to need to present your holy symbol to do that.”

-much argument over the mechanics start before being solved back in Mr. Hands favor-

Dm: “Well, since you can’t think of anything to do, except beat your stumps to ward off your hands… Mr.Hands turn.”

Mr.Hands: -grins- I’m going to cast the spell, 'Bitch Slap’ (a spell from one of the erotic books of dnd, essentially one of the most sexist spells we’ve ever seen and yet at the same time the most hilarious.) As a giant bigby’s hand poofs into existence and smacks her into the nearest kitchen be it ten feet away or ten thousand miles if she fails her will saves. (She does.) and is forced to cook a full three course meal… Without her hands.

Dm: And the party watches, as a mage covered in various fetishes to hand kind in less than twelve seconds has ripped off both of their mighty golden armored paladin’s hands and have launched her -rolls dice- three hundred and twenty miles away into a demons castle where she will likely be the food for the stew without either her weapons or armor… Congrats… I’m going to need you to roll up a new character(at the Paladin).

fahc gavin headcanon:

when he gets cut, something small like a papercut or he stubbed his toe, he will complain. complain to the high heavans tha ‘jack it hurts there must be something wrong with it, im going to  die jack make it better’ and he just whines until it goes away, but when he gets shot, or stabbed he tries to cover it up like nothings wrong like 'meeting went fine’ 'gav your bleeding’ 'nah its just ketchup’ or 'tis but a scratch, a mere flesh wound’ all black knight style from the holy grail, and then passes out on the kitchen floor with little

I’m reading more post-finale fanfic (yes still) and I seriously want to know why everybody’s completely ignoring THE GODDAMN HOLE IN HANNIBAL’S GUT WITH A LOT OF BLOOD COMING OUT OF IT

IT WENT COMPLETELY THROUGH (the wine bottle too remember????)


if someone can find ONE fic where Hannibal isn’t invincible and doesn’t shrug off the mere flesh wound as he drags poor Will to shore and tends to all his injuries please link me because I can’t do this any more  ಥ⌣ಥ

Dating Blues (Bias x Reader) Pt.2

“Do you know what it’s like hopping from country to country just to keep up with you?” he asks. 

His leather gloves are back on and you feel your skin go cold as your body tenses, “The constant weather changes are complete torture. How do you do it?”

Your eyes move from his to the kitchen around you, looking for a place to dive and hide. Your gun is tucked in the back of your pants but any move towards it and you know you’d be on the grown in less than a second. You don’t doubt his agility. You’ve just never trusted anything that’s faster than you. And that includes a bullet.

“I’ve grown to not exactly like you all these months thanks to chasing you, but I’ve developed a certain respect towards your resistance.” 

I knew it was too good to be true. This is why you say no to online dating, you never know who’ll you’ll find. This is why you say no to dating in general! 

By now you’re not even scared as you were before for that split second. You’re mad as hell, but you keep your face expressionless.

“Its a pity though.” he continues, “I think you’re gorgeous, but business is business.” in that second he raises his gun towards you and you throw your body to the side behind the kitchen counter. By the time you reach the floor at a roll, you press your back against a cabinet, body tucked in.

“Let’s not make this difficult now. I’m just doing my job.” You hear his light footsteps near you but he doesn’t see you. He’s close. 

You kick at his ankles and he falls forward as you take off in the opposite direction. He grabs at your legs, but as you fall you reach for the nearest tool on the counter top. A rolling pin. Dragging you across the tiled and flour covered floor, you turn you body around, swinging the rolling pin. It catches the side of his head and he releases you, wincing in pain.

You scramble towards the exit, but he grabs you by your hair, pulling you down. He climbs on top of you, hands clamping around your neck. 

You pull at his hair hard but it’s too slippery to get a hold. You move to his eyes, panicking as your vision blackens from lack of oxygen. Scratching at his face and eyes, you slam your knee against his groin repeatedly. A man’s weakness in every way. 

He rolls off of you, face paling and reddening at the same time as he struggles to breathe. Gasping for air yourself, you rush towards the exit,
hearing the faint zip sounds as bullets move pass you. 

You dart through the restaurant, some people unnecessarily screaming. You narrowly miss knocking over a waiter with fresh bread on a platter. You sigh in relief. Bread was precious.

You push through the front doors and run down the street. You dare yourself to glance back to find that he is gaining on you at surprising speed. You’re quick on your feet, but his speed out does yours. You swallow your fright and decide to play dirty. You pull a table over, spilling its delicious contents, blocking his path. He leaps over it, black coat like a cape behind him, his gun still in his hand. You decide against using your gun. No need for unnecessary casualties.

You turn down a very narrow alleyway and mentally curse yourself. He’d have a clear shot. You glance up to see little balconies scattered on the walls.

You pick up your speed, keeping to the corner while hearing faint shots behind you skimming the walls sending sparks. You jump up, pressing your feet against the walls until you gain momentum. You run up one side of the wall before jumping towards the next where you nearly miss the floor of the balcony. You pull yourself up with a grunt with enough time to see a flustered Jae below. 

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be Hadya!” He yells while reloading his weapon. 

You flip him off, quite unprofessional of you and reply, “You talk too much!” 

His gun is reloaded but you don’t give him time to fire. You pull out your own weapon and only take a second to aim before you pull the trigger. His gun flies from his hand and he glances at you in shock. But not before you fire again at his shoulder. It’s a mere flesh wound, enough to make him over exaggerate the wound. 

“You’re going to wish you didn’t miss,” he says holding his arm. 

“I didn’t.” you say. 

“Hey!” a voice yells at you across the opposite balcony. It’s the men from the coffee shop that stalked you the entire day. You turn, pushing through the balcony doors only to hear a loud pop and pain spreading through your shoulder as you fall forward. 

“She’s my target!” you hear Jae yell. A round of bullets spray behind you but you’re already gone. You climb onto the roof and skip across a few before you decide to take a rest. 

There’s no sign of Jae anywhere, or the men that shot you. You remove your jacket examining the mess, knowing it’s no use trying to get the stain out. The bullet didn’t make a clean break, it’s still lodged in your shoulder and it needs to come out. You refuse to think this through lest you talk yourself out of it. You push your finger into the wound, hoping to find the bullet. But the pain is excruciating and you lack proper tools.

Your body shakes from the loss of blood and the pain you just put yourself through. You pull out your phone, hands too shaky to unlock it properly. You dial Gil’s number. 

“Tell me everything, how did it go? Leave nothing out, I’m so excited for this,” Gil’s voice was chirpy and you felt infuriated by this. 

“How much of a background check did you run on this guy?” you ask, voice hoarse as you breathed hard. 

Gil’s voice calms, “What do you mean how much? Are you underestimating my abilities?” 

You clench your teeth, getting angrier by the second. “He tried to kill me. So did others.” your voice is falling to a whisper as you feel sleep beckoning you. A sleep you may never wake up from. 

Now Gil’s voice switched to the professional, serious voice you knew. “Are you hurt? Where are you?” 

You activate the tracking device on your phone. Now anyone could find you.

“I’m on a rooftop. Find me first before they do, Gil.”