#Hand Me Down

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[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

❝𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧..❞

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╰┈➤ I thought coming back to Tokyo was going to be an easy task. I had a stable job and not-so-stable friends. But what happens when the instability causes me to not only meet these handsome men, but put myself in danger?

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﹄Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Baji Keisuke, Kazutora Hanemiya, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Izana Kurokawa, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Hanma Shuji, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Hakkai Shiba, Mitsuya Takashi, X Fem!Black!Reader

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﹃ angst, 18+, MDNI, cheating, love triangle, smut, fluff, black!reader, first timeline, bonten timeline, mentions of pregnancy, tension, weapons, heartbreak, mentions of breeding, blood, unhealthy relationships, canon-typical violence, weddings, language, suggestive content, mentions of alcohol, smoking, drugs, suicide ideation, graphic depictions of suicide, sexual assault attempt, triggering language based off sexual assaults, homosexuality, homophobia, nonconcensual videotaping/photography, sharing of private footage/images, harassment, abuse, manipulation, hallucinations, symptoms of PTSD, graphic depictions of torture, additional tags may be added as the story progresses.

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𓆩♡𓆪 STATUS: IN PROGRESS

▽{{TABLE OF CONTENTS}}▽

Chapter 1: Heavenly

Chapter 2: "Sick"

©all works belong to @hxpel3s5-slxxt. Do not copy, repost, or claim as your own.

Inspired by @physicalturian and @rjbaxter (wattpad & AO3 only)

[nyc-looks]

Lucie, 23

“The poncho is my mom’s, the dress underneath was thrifted, and my shoes are vintage Mari flats. What inspires my style is my work of interior design; seeing how those patterns and styles are translated through each other. Eclectic and maximalist is my vibe.”

Nov 5, 2022 ∙ West Village

[hel-looks]

Livi, 21, Luna, 21

Livi, 21: “I'm wearing my favorite top and bag, both from my grandma. My mother’s old jacket and skirt and my sister’s old rain boots and an earring I stole from her. My knee socks and sweater are from my ex-boyfriend’s family. My style is mostly inspired by borrowing everything from everyone and so mixing and matching different things I find cute.”

Luna, 21: “I’m wearing one of my favorite cargo skirts which has a lot of pockets. My top is a wife beater with a graphic picture and a text that states ’husband beate’ which, like almost all of my clothes, is vintage from my parents’ closet.”

Luna, 21: “

5 August 2023, Hämeentie

[segastarlight]

update on the catgirl thing

surprisingly, she is still alive! I make concept doodles now and then and I plan to make a entire website for her webcomic lol

[wronghandcomic]

It's fun to doodle characters doing things that you're doing. I dunno.

[trexalicious]

Like families do...❤️

[oksanaallen]

Hand-Me-Downs ✨

[lisabet35]

📍dilli haat, delhi

[maomao3304]

-` ✿ ´- Intro -` ✿ ´-

Call me Mao (I'm original/j) I'm currently 19 years old, I live in the Philippines MABUHAY💥💥💥💥 only made this account for more vn content cus TikTok isn't entirely active about it 😔

Brainrot humor since tiktok affected me too much 💀💀 Recommend me visual novels, k-dramas, animes, manhwas, and games. I'm up for anything as long as it has good looking characters lmao

This account was passed on to me and I've noticed the og owner was getting themselves in pickles brah 😭😭🙏

DNI (DO NOT INTERACT) LIST

proshippers/darkshippers/lolisho/shotacons etc.

racists

anti lgbtq+

zionists

sexists

INTERESTS

Visual novel games:

The kid at the back/ 14 days with you / A date with death / Killer trait / V3NUS /

GAMES:

Honkai star rail / Honkai Impact 3rd / Twisted Wonderland / Wuthering Waves / Identity V /

MANHWAS:

Lookism / Viral-hit / Secret Alliance / Zomgan / Path of the shaman / Manager Kim /

OTHER INTERESTS:

The apothecary diaries / Alien Stage / Nanbaka / Blue Lock / Mononoke (2007 and 2024) / Persona 5 / Oyasumi Punpun / Inu-oh (THIS MOVIE IS SO UNDERRATED) / Demon Slayer / One piece / Ranfren / Black Butler / Needy Streamer Overload /

Top Favs

Apollo (V3NUS)

Maomao (The apothecary diaries)

Crowe / Jericho Ichabod (The kid at the back)

Robin, Sparkle, Black Swan (Honkai star rail)

Kiana Kaslana, Thelema, Elysia (Honkai Impact 3rd)

That's about it lol

Over and out (WARNING 18+ link) the idv incident is still lingering inside my brain.

[thingsifoundatthethrift]

BELTS!! (this will be a reblog chain for various belts I have bought (and will buy eventually)) I think he reblog chain method might actually make it easier organization wise

This one isn't actually thrifted, I stole it directly from my dads closet (with his permission), which is why I know it's genuine vintage :D. You can even see that it's been repaired (at the triangular mark)

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

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TW: Gang violence

A/n: Not all characters will be dated/developing relationships in the first book/season. You may have to wait until the second book/season if you are waiting for a specific character.

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸: "𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔"

《𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟 》𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝

"Boss," My secretary looks up at me with a confused look plastered on her face. "I thought you were sick."

Oh right. I chew my lip.

I offer her my best smile. "I ate some soup! I'm all good now!"

She raises a judgmental eyebrow.

A harsh bump on my shoulder makes me look behind me, resulting in me coming face-to-face with my friend, Emma. She examines me from head to toe, her nose scrunched up. She turns to my secretary. "Hina, why is there a liar in my face?" She questions.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out!"

Emma rolls her eyes and hands me a stack of paper. "I'm glad you enjoyed your 24-hour vacation because you have work to do." Soon, my right hand is overflowing with papers covered in letters and numbers. My face resembles that of confusion and an ever-so-sassy Emma scoffs at my dismay, rolling her eyes. "The CEO's wife cheated on him; he filed for divorce. Ever since then, it's like he's been taking his anger out on us." She jots her lip out to form a pout.

"I... thought it was the other way around? Didn't his wife...?" Hinata trails off and looks at Emma incredulously.

I roll my eyes at their loose lips and make my way to the elevator. I press the button to go to the 11th floor and look over the stack of paperwork Emma handed me. My role as a junior operations analyst is to assess the business policies and procedures of an organization. To make sure the business is running as efficiently as possible, I pinpoint areas that require improvement and assist in creating new plans.

It's my responsibility to carry out research, investigate workflows, and make sure the company complies with legal requirements. I collaborate with each department to schedule meetings with managers and carry out internal audits to gauge their workflows. In order to provide insights into corporate operations, I am a key player in the collection, analysis, and interpretation of data. I support management and senior analysts in spotting patterns, summarizing research, and coming to wise judgments.

I'm pulled out of my calculations by the sound of the elevator alerting me to my stop. I head into the hallway to find my nameplate with the numbers 1105 etched underneath it, just beside my door.

I push my door open and carelessly plop the papers onto my desk. Slumping into my office chair, I swing about, already fatigued.

The phone rings on my desk, and I immediately sit up straight and act professionally. I pick up the phone and hear Hina's chirpy voice ringing through. "Ma'am, you are to pick up line 2. There is a gentleman who says he would like to speak with you."

"Will do! Thank you, Hinata." I hang up the phone, this time pressing 'pickup' followed by the numbers 02.

I introduce myself and my role to the guest then ask how I can be of assistance.

"I know who you are, sweetheart; I need a favor." I recoil at the sound of Hanma's voice, pulling away from my phone. "Hanma?!" I inquire.

"How do you know where I work? Why didn't you just text me? Don't call me at my workplace because you're bored." I chastise.

"Wow, this is some customer service. 1. I have my ways; 2. your phone is off, and even if you did answer, you would still nag me for texting you at work; and 3. while I am bored, I need something."

I upturn my lip at his quips. "What is it?"

"I need you to deliver something to someone once you're done at work."

"That sentence contained no nouns at all. I'm having trouble getting a name, knowing where I'm going, or what I'm dropping off. Already a red flag." I deadpan.

"There's my businesswoman." He chuckles. "But no, sweetheart, you can trust me."

I sigh.

"You owe me."

His laugh reverberates over the phone. "Of course, doll."

As I exit the building, my phone is illuminated by the orange hue of the setting sun. Scrolling down my contacts, I dial Hanma's number and wait for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

"So where am I supposed to be going? Do I walk down the street, or?" I briefly look around for any signs of Hanma.

"A friend of mine is coming to pick you up. Stay where you are." Caught off guard by his sudden serious tone, I hang up and do as I am told.

In less than five minutes, a black Toyota Camry pulls to a stop in front of me. With a text from Hanma telling me what the car looks like, I know that this is the friend he mentioned. Opening the passenger door, I realize there are two men in the car. The driver, brownskinned with black and yellow hair, pushes his glasses up his nose. The passenger, purple haired sporting a jellyfish-like haircut, looks at me as if I just spat on him.

"Can I help you? You're riding in the back." He jots his thumb towards the backseat, gazing down his nose at me as if he is already annoyed by my presence.

"Damn, excuse you." I mumble, slamming the door and sliding into the backseat instead.

I cross my arms and fight the urge to complain to Hanma about his friends' less than welcoming behavior. Sighing heavily, I rest my head against the window as we turn down countless streets. I try my best to remember where we're going just in case things go left.

It isn't long before the car comes to a stop outside an abandoned warehouse. Graffiti and dirt cover what's left of the establishment. I look towards the men.

"Are y'all sure this where we supposed to be?" I gazed out the window with concern.

I get no response as the man in the passenger seat gets out the car. I look to the driver instead. He looks at me, yet gives no response. Irritated, I step out the car, broken glass crunching beneath my feet. I go to the trunk where the purple haired man is located.

He gives me something that is sealed with red string and wrapped in a brown paper bag. I examine the square-shaped object in an attempt to determine what it is.

"Let's go." The man slams the trunk and strides over to the warehouse.

Shortly after the man knocks on the enormous doors, they swing open. A man in a suit flanked by what I could only guess to be bodyguards stood in the center of the room.

The man was overweight, short, and leaned on a cane. The man grins at us, and I'm not sure which sparkled more, the big gold ring on his hand that he extended toward us or the single gold grill on his teeth.

"Haitani! Good ta see ya!" The man bellows.

Though he tried to hide it, the man named Haitani grimaced.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Kosung." One of Kosung's men stalks towards us, and Haitani takes the package out of my hand, giving it to the man.

"Who's the doll?" Kosung motions towards me with the package. "The King's recruiting newbies?" He slightly opens the package, peering through the small hole.

Haitani scoffs. "I sure hope not."

Haitani clears his throat, then all eyes are on him. "I have some toys in the trunk." Haitani uses his head to motion towards the car.

Kosung hands the package to one of his men. "The King sure does act fast, huh? Let's see what you've got."

Haitani grabs my upper arm and drags me out the warehouse. Once the heavy doors close behind us, he spins me around so that I'm facing a small shed hidden far behind the warehouse.

"See that shed over there?" Haitani points, "Go in there and grab anything with the word Bonten on it." He pats my shoulder and starts to walk to the car.

I turn and grab the sleeve of his tux. "So you wanna be rude from jump, then have the nerve to ask me to do something for you? Have you lost your goddamn mind?!" I push his arm.

"Have you lost yours? If you're gonna be sensitive over every little thing, you shouldn't have offered to help in the first place." He glares at me. "Hanma needs to keep his bitches on a leash." He mumbled and continued to walk to the car.

It took everything in me not to grab him by his ugly ass hair and slap the shit out of him. Regardless, I turn and walk to the shed, only to be met with a rusty padlock. I look around for something to break- much less, open- the lock. Hidden in the tall grass, I find a hammer and ready myself. With three good swings, the lock breaks off. With the door dragging on the ground, it takes most of my strength to open it, though just enough for me to squeeze through.

Once inside, I discover a dusty storage area with documents strewn about. Not sure where to look first, I maneuver over to the office desk in the middle of the room. While looking through papers, a particular document catches my eye. The name of the company I'm working for, Gynja Investments, and Bonten are supposed to be completing a deal today.

Organizing the documents on the desk: a stack for Gynja Investments, a stack for Bonten, and a stack for the plans they have created and intend to create together. I fold up the stacks that have to with the company I'm working under, and stuff them into my shoes. I grab Bonten's papers and stuff them into the waistband of my skirt.

Suddenly, my body is thrown forward, and my chest meets the desk. Instantly, what I can only assume is a zip tie, binds my wrists together. As I attempt to scream for help, my assailant gags my mouth with a cloth, tying it.

They yank me up by the zip tie, causing the plastic to dig into my wrists. I scream in pain as I am pushed out of the shed. I scream and kick, but my attempts to make a sound are met with silence and my kicks miss their target. Soon, we come to the back door of the warehouse, only for the doors to be flung open by my assailant, and me to meet the disgusting floor. Looking up, my eyes meet Haitani's- disappointed? disgusted?- expression.

No, it was more like he was bothered with the fact that I got caught and he now has to save me. But by the looks of it, I'm not even sure if he wants to do that. Kosung looks back at me and smiles.

"Haitani! I thought you said it was a pleasure doing business with me?" He turns back to the man in question.

Haitani picks at his ear. "That's the thing, Kosung. The boss thought so too. So while you're worried about my rat, shouldn't you be worried about why one of yours has supposedly been taking millions from Bonten?"

Haitani takes out his phone, seemingly uninterested in what Kosung has to say next.

Kosung's face grows red as he grits his teeth with anger. "Me? Skim Manjiro? Don't make me laugh, bastard! What business do I have skimming a gang that's going to fall within days?!-" The man's sentence is cut off with a blood curdling scream and the sound of a gunshot ringing through the air. Blood splatters from the man's knee as he falls to the ground.

I look back to see a man with a pink mullet and scars adorning each side of his mouth, pointing a smoking gun at Kosung. "Watch your tongue, pig."

I can hardly understand what's going on as shots ring through the air. Trying my best to get to safety, I crawl behind a crate. Screams and gunfire are all that can be heard throughout the warehouse. Just then, a large man gets thrown at the crate in front of me, breaking it and knocking me out in the process.

[smallbrooke1998]

I drew this like a month ago, but have been reluctant for some reason. I drew @smol4bluengine's baby Gordon as a human. Probably inaccurate but I made this prior to some things. But please, if you're a weird person like me and like trains, you should follow the blog. Just so you know, there is a humanoid version of Gordon on the blog, so I guess this is like a human version of Gordon. I designed him as a young toddler. I love the blog so much! And Gordon is unlikable at times in canon. But other than that, he is a tiny engine for the AU in the blog but with the maturity of a toddler, so he isn't usually a human of any kind.

Toddler human Gordon waking up from a nightmare, thankfully Lady Hatt is there. For how a human Gordon turned into a baby, it's unknown, it's up to interpretation.

I took Gordon's outfit after the 1960's baby outfits, and since he was taking a nap, he's in the attire he wore for that day. Perhaps it was Sir Topham Hat's old outfit or something, in their AU's, it seems to take place in modern times so...Yeah. But I was going by the 1960's time period because of the time the canon show takes place in, but I feel like it would be something the Hatt Family would still own after all these years.

[segastarlight]

happy late mothers day

[wronghandcomic]

Doodled my protagonists tonight. And some animals.

My pens keep bleeding though. Grr.

[friendsdontlieokay]

Let's analyze this outfit a little:

She's been living with the Byers for quite some while now, and this is clearly Jonathan's (S4) style. Also, the shirt she's wearing is a hand me down she received from Jonathan, it's a head canon.

The sweatshirt she's wearing is Lucas' childhood sweatshirt, it's canon.

The T shirt she's wearing might be a hand me down as well that she received from Nancy.

Also, if you look closely, the ring she's wearing actually belonged to Nancy too.

I've provided a few pictures for references.

Jonathan's outfit style

Lucas' sweatshirt

Nancy's ring