#Whos gonna pay the tissue huh

[caelanglang]

I don't remember when I started following you I just remember finding that comic of Drunk Dazai and immediately going through and spam reblogging your entire page. Your art is so beautiful and your story telling in your comics captivating that it brings me to tears at times.

I just needed you to know how much your work has touched my heart so thank you sm for that.

awww thank you so so much for this sweet message! TT it really means a lot to me, i was so surprised to come back with many notifications and it warms my heart that people still go around and like my work ;w;)// i got more wips in the making! really hope they can be shared and reach you someday too! <3

[two-white-butterflies]

★ — imgonnagetyouback | max verstappen

Description: Max ends the relationship with a phone-call.

Pairing: actress!reader/max verstappen

Disclaimer: Everything written in this fanfic holds no truth about anyone's personality or actions. It is made purely for entertainment.

A/N: everything i do used to be inspired by the 2014 ver. grimes. reader is unhinged as her, but gets development in the end!! THIS IS AN ODE TO THE "MONSTER" TITLED FIC I READ ABOUT LEE PACE.

"Let's break up."

Let's break up.

You could still hear the aftertaste of his voice on your ears. How nonchalant he sounded while denying a relationship of seven years. Why was he quick to leave? Did he find someone else?

You sniffled, wiping your snot with a tissue on your right.

I'm gonna get revenge.

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yourname: me, the dogs and @edmundquandt

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maxversworldargentina: huh isn't she dating max? did u break up?

reversethismess: Who is he?

victoriaverstappen: ❤️

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Y/N L/N AND FORMULA ONE DRIVER, MAX VERSTAPPEN CONFIRM THEIR BREAKUP.

Yesterday UMG Inc. Agency released a statement to SSN confirming the breakup between Y/N L/N and her Formula One boyfriend.

The pair began to date each other in 2017, where Verstappen was accepted into Toro Rosso and Redbull Racing. They have been together for 7 years and have been dubbed as the most iconic couple in the Formula One paddocks.

Rumors between the two splitting emerged late March, however the couple affirmed that they were still dating each other. On December, however the netizens were greeted with radio silence.

According to L/N's team: the breakup was mutually agreed upon, as they grew apart from all the travelling required for their job.

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grills93: I can't make it go away by making you a villain, I guess it's the price I pay for seven years in heaven.

lnworld: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND HER NEW INSTA POST WITH EDMUND???? NOOOOOOO

carshfo: she defo cheated with edmund bcs no way lol

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Max's pulse was racing at the sight of you around another man's arms. Seeing your arms wrapped around his shoulders, leaning into him for balance as you laughed at a joke that wasn't funny at all. "- and then we found out that there wasn't a building in the hotel with those rooms." Edmund finished his joke.

By that time, you were already laughing uncontrollably.

Max clenched his jaw.

A piece of his heart regretted breaking up with you.

"Control yourself mate, he's a big investor." Yuri reminds.

Max didn't give a flying fuck. He didn't own any Redbull stocks. He's a good driver, this Edmund Quandt has nothing on him. His features only soften once he remembered the reason why he broke up with you. He wanted to focus more on his career. He wanted to test the pond for more fish.

He needed upgrades on his car.

Fuck.

He needed to chafe his knees for this guy.

"Funnily enough, when I was in Texas I had a similar encounter. I knew exactly what to do." Edmund placed a hand on the small of your back. Max prevents his eyelids from twitching.

Charles smiles, showing the crowd his dimpled cheeks. Charles always had the ability to charm other people. He was perfect, and now he's friends with Mr. Quandt whom he only met.

"I'm sorry for asking this Edmund, but are you two...?" Charles paused, allowing the other man to fill in the blanks. Edmund smiles - pearly white teeth and a godly physique.

Max doesn't fail to observe the glance that Edmund gives you, a look that asked for your permission.

"We're dating each other, for a month now - but we're still testing the waters." you chuckled, ignoring the presence of your ex-boyfriend despite his figure melancholily staring at you.

"I just want to put a ring on her." Edmund admits.

The other people fade into the background.

"My father always says, give her a ring with a big diamond so she won't be able to see how much of a monster you are." he teased.

"You're not a monster." your eyebrows merged into each other.

Max wanted to punch the air.

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yournamepriv: i love this big baby 🥺 @e123456

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haileybeiber: i love this for u omgg

sophierichiegrange: So cute ❤️🥺

e123456: You got my good side! - yournamepriv: Ur good side is 360 degs

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Max takes a deep breath. Again.

You forgot to remove him as a mutual in your private account. And he was greeted by a picture of you kissing Edmund Quandt. His mind raced through a million different thoughts. Regret, anger, resentment - but they were mostly filled of regret.

He didn't appreciate what he got, and now it's gone.

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maxandynfanbase: do you get deja vu? 😭

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mercyplease9: EDMUND IS SO TALL??

ohnoaosd9: lewis we can see u 💀

holyhell1: i like pic 2 more

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yourname: visited some mangrove swamps with this big baby. 🥺your integrity makes me seem small... #savethemangroves tagged: edmundquandt

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taylorswift: You and Edmund have the KINDEST heart. - yourname: thanks taytay i wanna see u and trav here next time - taylorswift: Will do! I'll tell you when my schedule clears up. - yourname: love u ❤️

haileybeiber: We love a momma who cares

sophierichiegrange: <3

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"I can't believe she's out there helping the fucking mangroves." Max places his phone on the couch.

He couldn't believe your sudden change in tune, that drastic of a change to come from someone like you? "She used to complain being in the EU because it meant not using plastic straws." he breathed, still choosing to believe that you were like him.

Still the same crazy. Still the same stupid.

"She's really being fake for him." he shook his head.

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yourname: i totes know how to play 🎾 this friday we're having an event for all the young racecar drivers that unfortunately can't afford to pursue the sport. all proceeds will go to @bmwfoundationsports and the @grandprixtrust !!

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edmundquandt: ❤️

CharlesLeclerc: Will be in attendance. 🫡

oracleredbullracing: We love a Queen with a good heart

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maxverstappenupdates: Max Verstappen in @bmwfoundationsports and @grandprixtrust.

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youalloverme: HE LOOKS SO SAD...

maxismybf: Hadnsumm

posyposie: wondering if a dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life

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He takes another sip of his whiskey, forgetting about the cameras that snapped his figure left and right. There were a million things he wanted to say to you, but he wanted to start with a question.

"I never imagined seeing you change yourself for a guy." he scoffed.

You turned around with your eyebrows raised. Flabbergasted at his insinuation. "Change myself?" you repeated the word, finding it to be hilarious on his tongue.

"The whole save the earth, save the kids thing - you don't care about that. I understand though, money is money and your boyfriend has a lot of that." Max allowed the alcohol to speak in his behalf.

"You don't have the right to talk about me or my integrity. You abandoned me, remember?" you argued, feeling anger pulse through your veins.

Since he left, you tried to make yourself better.

"When I was with you, we were both horrible people. Quite literally the rich people cliche that we promised not to become. I guess you were right, we weren't growing together - and now I've become a better person without you - all because of Edmund." you gritted your teeth, grabbing the champagne on the table before the media realized that the 'ex-lovers' were talking to each other.

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(PRE-EDMUND QUANDT.)

I'm gonna get revenge.

That night you planned to ruin his chance at winning by exposing a flaw in the car that would allow the other drivers to overtake him. A button outside of the car - with the engineers that could remotely turn off a key engine that allowed his car to move faster.

He told you about it because driving at that speed endangers his life, and if you were the only one in the administration panel that knew about it - he made it your duty to push that button.

You grabbed your laptop, sneaking inside the garage. "What are you doing?" a voice emerged from behind you, and you momentarily stopped with the program.

You turned around - only to be greeted with your ex-boyfriend, Edmund Quandt. A man that your parents adored. A man whom everyone thought was going to become your husband, and he was here - behind you. Looking at you.

"Just grabbing my things, I won't be here anymore." you lied. Despite your obvious lie, he chose to give you the benefit of the doubt. He always kinda chose to see the better side of a person, rather than thinking the worst of them first.

"Oh why is that?" he asked with a smile. "Because of things..." you evaded the question - not wanting to rant about your other ex-boyfriend that broke up with you because of a phone call.

"Are you done with grabbing your things?" his eyes narrowed.

"Oh yeah." you breathed.

You had to evade your plan of revenge.

"Do you want to grab some coffee?" he offered.

"Of course."

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Max Verstappen I'm really sorry for doing that. Must be all the Whiskey I drank 😅

Y/N L/N Drunk actions are sober thoughts, Max

Max Verstappen I still shouldn't have confronted you It's just really weird seeing you post things like save the turtles, donate to the kids we never gave a fuck about those 😆

Y/N L/N Yeah, I didn't care about them But now I do We used to be the same but now we aren't

Max Verstappen ?

Y/N L/N You broke up with me because you wanted to focus on your career Because all you care about is money and success We both got stuck on that We didn't see the value in other things When we broke up, Edmund brought me back to earth Opened my eyes to the privilege we've been granted

Y/N L/N Take this as a warning Max The high life isn't gonna last forever

*blocked*

[desire-mona]

things abt dps i feel like we dont address enough (photos attached will be shit quality, i took screenshots from yt clips LMAO)

heavily ib @pencileraser1's post abt stuff he noticed n such

the fucking KIDS at welton. the CHILDREN. maybe its just me but i always find myself forgetting that welton isnt a highschool + there are in fact a lot more students than the ones we're focusing on. thats what makes welton so like. evil? to me? they start pushing these kids into a box EARLY.

related, i wouldve LOVED to see how(/if?) keating taught these kids, or rly any other class! he has other classes!!! i think!

ok. of course. neil is a smoker, we've touched on that. but charlie is too?? and he's the one who provides the cigs???? obviously the easy explanation is that he does it to be rebellious and stuff but also Is There Something Else. much to think abt. also wondering where he gets his cigs but thats not rly anything i dont think.

this ones just funny but when mr perry tells the boys they can take a seat and todd simply does not. i KNOW he wasnt sitting before and he needs to unpack and stuff but ITS STILL FUNNY.

"take your seats boys"

"🧍"

also my guilty pleasure is the dps but its todd being anxious video bc man usually crack videos arent my jam but unfortunately i find it so funny

also!!! neil calling his dad sir. obviously its something so glaringly obvious that we dont need to have a discussion abt how theres a disconnect between them. like wow rly thanks mona i didnt know. but come on!!! it makes me sad!!! also they shake hands later in this scene and its the most affectionate/ friendly we see these two get. and its a handshake. and i think what makes it worse is that neil is a SUPER physically affectionate person with his friends. if u watch the movie and pay attention to how often he's touching someone else then ur gonna be like man. he rly was jumping at every opportunity huh.

something about the way neil and the boys act around mr perry makes me view him as more of a drill sargent than anything. everyone immediately stands upon him entering the room. they dont sit until given permission. it rly puts the whole military school thing into perspective but NOT ENOUGH TO SATISFY ME. as much as i hate mr perry, i wanna know what his life was like growing up. this man lived thru the great depression AND wwii, theres stories.

cam's stupid fucking face when keatings behind him larping ghosts. i will never stop talking about how sassy this kid is. the dps redheads go criminally unacknowledged in terms of comedy because OH MY GOD. CAM AND MEEKS WERE SO FUCKING FUNNY??? they both pulled the most dastardly judgemental looks and they make me cackle. a bit earlier in this scene meeks goes full 🙄🤨 on sniffles (tissue kid. i call him sniffles) and it is, without exaggeration, my fav part of the movie.

the fact that i totally thought knox was gonna fall off his bike and eat shit in this scene. it would be so out of place since dps isn't exactly full of physical comedy but GOD i still fully anticipated it. either that or him getting attacked by a bird. theres totally symbolism surrounding birds in this movie btw and idk what to make of it. if any of u lovely ppl have a theory then lmk immediately.

keating so accurately calling cam out being like "is this right is this right. am i walking right." BC YESSS. i will eventually make a fully fledged cam post but to briefly touch on it, i find cam to be very confused on what is right, usually in terms of morals. a whole situation of confusing your personal values with the rules, thinking theyre one in the same, and completely abandoning what u actually believe. unfortunately i think neils death rly amplified that nd is what led him to tattle. cuz cam is still willing to break the rules in the beginning of the movie!! he's outwardly judgemental but he still does it!! much to discuss, i promise i will eventually.

keatings face after todd yawps!!! theres not much to say here he is just so proud!!! sweet little moment!!!! keatpostin!!!!!!!!

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

u guys know im an avid knox hater but this made me giggle. rip knox overstreet u wouldve loved twitch streaming.

THE SPECIFICS OF THIS SHOT. i was gonna make a post a while ago being like "idk i find it funny that the main focus of this shot isnt even one of the poets" and then i realised that WAITTTTTTT THATS THE POINT!!!! keating reached kids besides the poets!!! u didnt have to be in the dead poets society to be affected by the way he taught his classes!!! u just had to be his student!!!!! also i love the fact that the kids who stayed seated r ASHAMED. EMBARRASSED.

the ending shot. oihghgghgg. it was SUCH a choice to set it up this way and honestly i adore peter for making it. this shot is SOOOO UNCOMFORTABLE TO LOOK AT and i love it. when i first watched this i was like "uhm ok interesting choice putting todd between this kids legs but I GET IT. one of the biggest things i remember from the film classes i took is that the way u set up shots is sooo important narratively, and one way to rly push the narrative is the space around a character in a shot. for example! if u have a character on screen surrounded by a TON of negative space then it rly emphasises how alone/ isolated they are. on the other end of the spectrum (the todd spectrum), if you surround a character in a shot with other objects or obstructions, like todd and this kids legs, then it rly emphasises how trapped and confined they are. looking at this makes me feel like. claustrophobic almost, like it's genuinely a bit harder to breathe looking at it. TODD IS STILL TRAPPED IN THAT SCHOOL. YES HE STOOD ON THE DESK AND YES HE NOW HAS THE MOTIVATION TO BE MORE CONFIDENT BC OF NEIL BUT HE! IS STILL! TRAPPED THERE!

more on todd since im on a roll here.

i was also gonna add that we dont rly talk about todd personality wise outside of poetry and anxiety but then i realised, what else is there? we dont really see much about him as a person outside of that, and i think thats the point! todd is constantly overshadowed by his brother, we know that, but i dont think we realise HOW MUCH that ties in with his entire character. quite honestly, outside of poetry and anxiety, ALL we have surrounding todd is his brother and his achievements. and of course! that makes sense! his parents want him to be just like his brother, they dont care about who he is as a person. UGH.

the desk set scene rly is the most insight we'll get into todds actual personality and desires imo, and thats what kills me. he wants a car!!!! get this boy a car!!!!!!!!! we rly see him start to open up before neils death and i wouldve LOVED to get to know todd when he's actually in a place to be himself!! but of course we never got that! sobs.

anywho. thats all i have for now. PLEASE share ur thoughts if u have any pls pls pls. encouraging discussion!! i love love love hearing about the specifics nd stuff, theres soooo much to pick apart abt this movie so i wanna hear everyones thoughts.

[starstruckzine]

A little AU lore...

"Your old man is going to lose it." Keigo chuckled as he watched Touya towel dry his freshly dyed hair. The snow-white locks were pitch black, and his white tee shirt was splattered with patches of purple that matched the scarred tissue covering the lower half of his face and arms.

"Like he'll even notice." Touya scoffed as he grabbed his guitar off the bed. "The only way Endeavor would ever pay attention to me is if I set the city on fire," he paused, a wide grin crossing his lips as he added, "or killed someone."

"Don't even joke about that, you psycho."

Touya played a few chords and laughed at the worry in his best friend's voice. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Birdie. I've got a different plan in mind for the future."

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Dabi read through the email he'd received a few minutes earlier from the band's manager. Their record label was putting together a tour; some big, fancy music festival that would travel the world over the span of a year. The details were being finalized, and Cremation had been invited to take part in the event.

A faint smile curled his lips as he turned and stared out the window of his penthouse apartment. The sky was dark, but the city was an ocean of colors: red and gold and bright white sparkling into the distant horizon. Maybe he hadn't become a hero like his father, but Touya Todoroki made a name for himself. And he did it on his own terms. Now, millions of people admired him, listened to his songs, and crawled over one another to buy his merchandise.

In a lot of ways, he'd surpassed Enji Todoroki, was living for it.

His phone rang, vibrating against the desk. He didn't need to glance at the screen to know who was on the line before he answered the call. "Hey, Birdie. I'm gonna guess you saw Compress's email."

Keigo chuckled. "World tour, huh?"

"That's what it says."

"Ever think we'd see the day?"

Dabi glanced at the display case in the corner of the room. A soft blue light illuminated the interior where a single guitar hung. It was just an old acoustic model, plastered with a collage of skulls and crosses. The brand name had worn off long before he ever touched it, but he never cared about labels anyway.

"Of course, I did. Everything worked out according to my plan."

A small blue flame lept from the palm of his hand. He watched it flicker as he listened to Keigo rattle off a list of places he wanted to visit during the tour. The bird's early childhood years  made him desperate to explore as much of the world as possible. Dabi's determination to succeed had almost as much to do with giving Keigo that freedom as it did with showing up his old man.

Now, all of their dreams were about to be realized on a scale he never dared to imagine.

"You're gonna run me ragged this entire tour, aren't you?" Dabi groaned as he extinguished the flame, but a grin stole across his lips. The social media opportunities would be limitless. So many chances to throw his fame in Endeavor's face.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you there's no rest for the wicked?" Keigo was laughing now, the excitement obvious in his voice.

Dabi chuckled, too. He'd strayed towards more nefarious paths when they were younger, considered actions that would have gotten him branded as something worse than "bad boy rock star". Somehow, Keigo always managed to drag him back in the right direction, kicking and screaming at times, but he was grateful for the support. Thinking about how things could have ended up without the bird made him cringe.

"Seriously, though," Keigo said suddenly, no trace of humor left in his tone, "I don't think I've ever thanked you."

"Thanked me? For what?"

"Are you kidding? For the music. The band. For making sure I didn't end up like my old man... Or yours."

"Like hell you'd - "

"Touya, shut up and let me finish. I'm just saying that my life could have gone a lot of different ways, but I'm grateful for where I ended up. I don't have a single regret about where I'm headed, and it's because of you."

Dabi was silent for a long moment, unsure how to respond. He glanced over at the desk and saw two new notifications on his phone. One was a text from Himiko, and the second was another email from Compress, titled "Please Review".

"If you're really grateful, you'll swear not to snore the entire tour. I need my beauty sleep."

"Don't change the subject. I'm trying to be vulnerable here."

There was a long pause before they both busted out laughing. Dabi sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. "We should go out and celebrate. My treat."

"Not gonna pass that up. Want me to invite the others?"

"We can plan something with them after we sign the contract. Tonight, we'll go haunt that little bar where we played our very first gig."

"You don't mean..."

"That's the one."

"No wonder you offered to pay."

The place was a small, hole-in-the-wall, dive bar where they'd played some gigs when they were still pretty young - too young to be in a bar - but the owner overlooked that little detail and paid them under the table. It was just the two of them in those days, but the money they made helped to pay for new equipment as their band and their popularity grew.

"You can pay then."

"Hey now, slow down. You were kind enough to offer, and it'd be rude of me to refuse. I'll let you pay."

"Sounds like a plan. You can pay when we take the rest of the band and Compress out to celebrate."

Dabi pictured the shift in Keigo's expression as he realized what just happened.

"Now wait -"

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Birdie." Dabi interrupted, chuckling. "It was a joke. I'm gonna jump in the shower then hop on my bike and ride ovrr. Meet me there in an hour."

ZINE INTEREST CHECK

[assortedvillainvault]

could you do a Hades and a trans male f/o with ocd and how he would help them/react to things? Only of you are comfy with it!

Hey there! Thanks for the ask and apologies for the snail trail it's taken to get these out.

I tried my best with these - I don't suffer from OCD/am not trans so if there's any inaccuracies please let me know!!

Hades x Trans+OCD!Reader Headcannons

Babe he has dealt, and will deal with, every single soul who has ever lived. Which is over 5 billion or so by now. This ain’t his first trans rodeo, just let him know and you’re good.

As a god he’s kinda beyond the whole 'gender' concept anyway, he just double checks his pronouns and moves on, busy guy whole realm to run and all that. But if someone disrespects you? You?? His S/O?? BOOM straight to Tartarus – he’s got your back babe just say the word.

While he might not be familiar with OCD through personal experience, or know the term, he’s not exactly unobservant.

If you’re particular about keeping your hands clean -and yeesh he can relate the soul stuff goop sticks – he just asks that you please please please don’t use the river water for washing. The Underworld's nine rivers ALL cause magic bullshit on contact, from accelerated ageing to memory loss, and neither of you need the stress ok. He can provide perfectly normal sterilised water on hand just ask the servants that’s what they're for.

You like everything just so, huh? Like down to the right angle and the minute? While he’s also gonna bring up practical issues of micromanaging (lack of time, fate, rampant minion idiocy and his family’s mere existence), he relates because he also runs a tight ship and hates his systems being disrupted – something simple being thrown off whack is a red flame rage trigger. You can be each-others chill pills. Hopefully.

If he spots you counting- shit babe want a job? There are reams of records in his office that need an organised eye and if you feel the need then who is he to stop you honestly. He’ll even pay you. Please help him.

Its almost soothing, in a used salesman board meeting type way, how he can talk you through the worst of the paranoia. Like. Ok, so what’s the worst that could happen babe? You could die? You are dating the Lord of The Dead. You’ve visited the underworld so often you’ve basically mapped the place! You know exactly what happens once ye old mortal coil is shuffled off! Who else can say that, huh? Course he’s gonna resurrect you, Olympus isn't exactly gonna notice.

And if you’re worried that through some kind of colossal, fates dammed fuckup, you’ll somehow harm him or the underworld? Babe. Sweetheart. Is your name Zeus? Or Hercules?? No?? You’re not knocking down walls or attempting to yoink a soul back upstairs? No?? You’re good. The place ain’t exactly made of tissue paper and neither is he.

Now c’mere, ok? He needs some snuggles and so you you. Lap time.

[beetlebug-bii]

What if mc accidentally sneezed into the characters mouth when they yawned? Any assortment of character(s). I just am curious bc shits and giggles.

Authors Note: Pfft oh my stars this is my favorite one I've gotten so far! Short but silly, enjoy!

Requests Open! Send in your sillies! Dont be shy!

Content Warning: silly goofy time

TLDR: why is everyone just so dramatic

Asmo, Belphie, and Diavolo react to MC accidentally sneezing in their mouth

Asmo

Screaming

Crying

Throwing up

He is writhing on the floor

ALL HE DID WAS YAWN

YOU NASTY. NASTY HUMAN

he's screeching and wailing and rapidly scrubbing his tongue with a toothbrush and-

wait a second

THIS ISNT EVEN HIS TOOTHBRUSH

ITS MAMMONS

by this point he is practically deceased

He's given up

Sobbing on the floor

Crying about how unfair life is

How he will never be the same

I think this experience genuinely changed Asmo

He will be grief ridden for days

If not weeks!

He literally cried so hard it formed a small puddle

Which made him cry more because the salt in the tears was totally going to dry out his skin

He was so dramatic about the whole situation

He wore

A mask around you

For a month

You can kiss him THROUGH THE MASK

offered to help you with a nice mucus cleansing routine

You know what the worst part is?

This all happened on livestream

His fanbase is so split between thinking it was hilarious and mourning alongside him

You are a supervillain now I'm so sorry

Watch where you sneeze next time love

Belphie

Uhm hello?

Who do you think you are??

Offended to the max

(He secretly thought it was so funny dont worry)

But he is a little shit first and foremost

He made the most offended and flabbergasted sounds at you without even saying a word for like 3 straight minutes

He sounded like a literal keyboard smash, you didnt know that was a sound people were capable of making but you were so wrong

How could you do this to him

SNEEZING

IN HIS PRESENCE

IN HIS MOUTH

YOU RUDE FUCKER

and so he had to pull out the pro gamer moves he learned from big brother Mammon

You owe him 200% interest and a down payment for emotional damages

Yes this is necessary

What do you mean you dont have the grimm

Well guess you gotta work to pay off your nasty debt then huh

You owe him like

Forever

Of cuddles

Like forever and ever

No you dont get a choice

Get under the covers before he uses your mouth like a tissue

he will do it

Dont test him.

Diavolo

He was so confused

He yawned

You sneezed

Now he isnt stupid

But he thought it would be so funny to tease you

"Is this a human sign of affection?"

He sneezed on you like 12 times

He kept hinting that he was gonna blow his nose on you

This did end with both of you sprinting around the castle

For like an hour

You were sprinting up and down the halls as he chased after you gleefully

For you it was like an intense horror movie chase scene

And for him he was happily frolicking and teasing his romcom bestie

You ran and ran, and hid time and time again

You were hidden in a closet

A closet in a small corridor hardly ever used

The closet was pitch black, and pretty warm, but you didnt mind

You just had to catch your breath

You were like wow he will never find me here, I lost him

No.

You're wrong.

Turn around real slow

Hes there

So is Barbados for some reason

They are both standing behind you

Smirking

The door is locked

I'd say let god help you but...

Not even god can find you here...

All 3 of you ended up sick the next day

Whoopsies

[dr-ground-zero]

Would you be willing to do a scenario where someone has a cold so stuffy and congested that all their sneezes are stifled. And the stifles only make their nose tickle more so they end up having desperate nonstop messy fits with some stuffy talk as well and maybe a worried partner?

A was congested no that was an understatement, they were completely clogged up. They haven't been able to blow their nose all day and they're truly paying the price for it. Nose packed full of congestion that refuses to budge with any amount of sniffling or blowing (now that they finally have tissues) Now when they sneeze it comes out as a unsatisfying stifle. They haven't gotten out a proper sneeze for a good few hours and its keeping them up late into the night. B is worried that A wont get any sort of rest and will get worse. A feels bad being up all night thinking they're keeping B up because of it. But B reassures them. "its okay my love, i'm just concerned for you. You really need to sleep" "I kdnow I really wad to sleepb but I'b s-so stuuh stuuhh hh’ixsschh! hih- hih-ht'schh! ugh guh!" B sighs and pulls A into their loving frame and kisses their forehead. A whimpers a little and starts to hitch again. "oh baby are you sensitive?" "uh-huh I c-cad s-stopb! hh’ixsschh! hih- hih-ht'schhh h’ixsschh! hih- hih-ht'schh hh’ixsschh! hih- hih-ht'schh!" B could hear that the congestion was getting worse and it sounded like it was only making A sneeze more. "bless you baby, oh your nose is starting to run" B says as they reach for a tissue, maybe this is what A needs, for their nose to get runny? Knowing A's nose was getting sensitive B pressed the tissue up to A's nose and rubbed it a bit. They could feel the nostrils quivering and the hot air that could barely escape through the thick congestion. "come on honey, come on" B started to coax A who started hitching, gasping chest moving erratically. "b-beeh babe w-wait heh! heeh! bm-bmy dnuuh dnose is ruuh ruh! ruddig!" A was starting to get desperate, they really needed to sneeze and with the way B was rubbing their septum and nostrils in slow methodical pattern it was gonna be alot! B knew this and was prepared keeping the box of tissues close to them. When they hear A let out a sharp gasp, they feel A's nostrils flare as wide as they can feeling the dampness pouring out they know its time. Gripping gently to keep the tissue secured to A's face they hold on through the fit. "HETCCHIIEW! ETCHIIEW! EEDDSHIIIEW! EEETCHIIIEW!" it just kept coming as did the snot. Quickly soiling the cloth there was nothing protecting B's hand from the onslaught of mess A's nose was producing to get rid of this cold. This was a true show of how congested A was. A's sneezes were starting to get drawn out showing how badly they needed this. Bucketing out rounds of snot soaking B's hand in the warm substance. All B knows is 'they're definitely gonna catch whatever A has' afterwards no doubt about it. But it was worth it to help the other feel better.

[invisibleraven]

asking your “friend” to be your plus-one to another friend’s wedding for Willie/anyone. I think he'd be an amazing 'help I need a date'.

"So..."

"What do you want?"

Willie pouts, twisting his fingers together. "Who says I want anything?"

Alex looks up at him over the edge of his book. "You only start sentences with so... if you want something, so out with it or let me get back to my book."

"Clementine is getting married."

"Mazel tov, what does that have to do with me?" Alex asked, eyes already trained back on the page.

"I'm going, but I don't want to go alone." Alex glanced up at that. "I used to work with have the invite list, and I left claiming I was gonna find my purpose, or at least a boyfriend. I have found neither, so I cannot go to this wedding stag."

"So ask Reggie, he loves weddings," Alex said.

"Except he's friends with half my former coworkers, and all of them know he's dating Julie. Would be kind of weird if I showed up with him on my arm. Especially since I think they're invited as well," Willie said.

"Why not ask Luke?"

"He's working, and Bobby already said no."

"So I'm a last resort?" Alex said with a withering glance.

"I know you get anxiety at large events," Willie replied. "Otherwise you would have been the top of my list, honest."

"Will there be food?"

"Caleb is letting them have it at the club, so I imagine so," Willie said, hope invading his voice.

"Shit, I was hoping you wouldn't say his name," Alex swore. "Now I have to go so you don't punch Caleb and end up in jail."

"I would never sully Clem's wedding with violence!" Willie said with a mock affronted gasp. Which Alex just glared at him for. "Look, Caleb's a first rate bastard, but even he wouldn't start shit there, so I'll be good."

"Uh huh. When is it?"

"Saturday night?"

"Lucky you, I'm free. You are buying all the drinks, and paying for the Uber home," Alex said, eyes back on his book.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Willie shouted. Alex grumbled out something that sounded like 'you're welcome' but Willie was too excited to hear.

~

On Saturday night, Willie straightened out his bright yellow tie, the lapels of his dark black suit, grinning at the mirror. He looked good. At least no one at the club would be saying otherwise.

But he was still nervous, because Alex had yet to emerge from his room and they were going to be late if they didn't leave soon. "You ready?" he called.

"Yeah yeah, keep your pants on!"

Alex came out, and he looked like a ray of sunshine. He was in a suit the same colour as Willie's tie, with a classic white shirt and black tie, looking amazing.

"Damn Mercer, you clean up good!" Willie hooted, letting out an obnoxious wolf whistle. Alex rolled his eyes, but did nothing to hide the soft pink blush or the pleased little smile on his face.

"Let's go." Alex took his arm and they were off.

The wedding was lovely of course. Clem looked stunning in her sparkly silver dress, like a disco ball come to life. Her partner was in a suit of deep midnight blue flecked with gold, and they made a stunning pair. Willie totally didn't tear up at the vows, no matter how many tissues he and Alex seemingly went through.

The reception was bangin', as was expected. The chefs at the club had gone all out, and it seemed as though Caleb was avoiding him, which Willie was happy enough with. Plus Alex knew how to cut a rug, so the two of them set the floor on fire as they twirled and bopped together.

Only, then there was a slow son, and Alex didn't hesitate to draw Willie into his arms and sway them around the room. And maybe it was the wedding, or the few glasses of champagne, but Willie sighed as he rested his head on Alex's shoulder. "Thanks for coming with me."

"I am actually having a lot of fun, so I'm glad I did," Alex murmured back. "Best date I've been on in a while."

Willie smiled, nuzzling in further. Wait... date? This wasn't a date. But he really really wanted it to be.

Oh.

Willie clutched Alex all the tighter as the song played on, not wanting this moment to end. But it did, and they broke apart, red faced and a little awkward. They giggled as they went back to the table, picking at the rest of their food, drinking more. And when the next slow song started, Alex offered Willie his hand, and he took it gladly.

So maybe it wasn't a date, but as they grew closer and closer on the dance floor, Willie wondered if he asked Alex out tomorrow what his answer would be.

For now, he'd keep dancing, happy enough in the fantasy.

Little did he know that the next wedding they would go to would be as a real couple. And the one after that? Would be theirs.

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Pyramid Job

Well either we're going to Egypt (not in the budget) the louvre (not in the budget) or a Bass Pro Shop (in the budget, unlikely). That or its an MLM. --- Woman is telling her MLM bosses about how she needs to leave the MLM. They tell her success is definitly on the way.

Huh an MLM that has a return policy. (i mean its definitely a shit policy that scams them but thats better then most MLM's)

And they reverse psychology the woman back into the pyramidcult. --- Scene opens with a person in an old london flat-cap getting thrown into a container of hay by Elliot. (this guy is so london that i'd be suprised if this doesnt somehow tie into the "Sophie Backstory" that is being slowly woven into the season-arc.)

Pick London Tweeds pocket full of diamonds, fund a school, pay off debts. Denouement for an off-screen adventure.

Huh, im right. Its just not the same guy but this "Billie the Gent" fellow is also wearing a flatcap (and this guy is even wearing something tweed-like) So i assume this scene is taking place in a London warehouse (the beautiful thing about warehouses, they're pretty standard regardless of geographical location. No need for expensive on-location shots)

Billy is worried about his daughter (she was a baby when Sophie sent him and Arthur to prison)

Elliot dated someone who bought the product.

Billie is doing a bit of a guilt trip, and Elliot doesnt trust him. So expect a third-act betrayal of some sort. --- Con starts in-medias-res. Breanna is an accountant. She does not like how much firewalls they've put around comic sans slideshows of babies.

The point of the Con (at least for now): Get a virus on the server. Automated "return true" to all attempts at a refund.

I dont think that the people working at the datacenters of an MLM are usually in the "level"-based structure. So we need a Diamond key... well if they're all on the funky little wristwatch-drives like Saphire here has? Thats a simple Parker Pickpocket. (seems that she's thinking along the same lines).

Also daily, streams from the boss bitch? Thats gonna make a return, and knowing the standard Leverage MO: That is gonna be her Confession Cam

Sophies scheme for Richard: Divide and conquer by convincing him he needs some more Toxic Masculinity in his life. But like, only a smidgen. So its a Harry job, not an Elliot.

--- Sophie arrives at the cult-fundraiser thing. (Parker is in situ as waitstaff) Thank god this show is willing to drop the C word. (Cult. Though though the other one might be apropriate as well) Ok so apparently the company just steals downlines whenever they want?

Richard exists stage to let Debra shine. Do some pseudo-inspirational brainwashing. We have found Billies daughter Miranda. Parker offers up the Venezuela Protocol. --- Operation Bromcom is initiated. I do not like the Tom Selleck stache on Harry.

Bromcom makes it into Phase 2 no problem. --- Debra reads through Sophies accent and really puts her on the spot, also she puts the spots on her. Cut for comercial as if Sophie doesnt have an earpiece. --- Ok we're not even bothering with the earpiece, Sophie is just gonna StageCultBS her way out of this.

But yeah Debra is onto Sophie. Which isnt really a problem? (Sophie is only here to keep an eye on Miranda and create an opening for Parker to do her thing. Being in the spotlight is kind of the point) --- Back with Breanna, Saphire very much is starting to see the dawning light Re:Pyramids. It's far from noon yet but its definitly twilight.

Ronald has a real "they've got skulls on them" moment when he sees the Teletubbies sunbaby on a giant pyramid in the logo. --- Sophie has Parker feign a pregnancy. (she named the kid after Hardison)

And we've just (temporarily) screwed over Miranda. (look there are no stakes here)

Seriously how many glass pyramids are on this table Miranda is standing at?

"I dont have a tissue but you can use my sleeve". 10/10. Well looks like Parker has succesfully convinced Miranda to leave. --- Meanwhile Billy is talking on the phone with someone in a foreign language. Meanwhile Elliot, not involved in our Con, is keeping tabs on Billy. Turns out Elliot can see a narrative throughline when its in his face and is gonna punch it out of Billy before the concequences of Sophies past come to blow our heroes' faces off. --- Back with Harry, Parker tells him to play the "manly emotional insecurity card". ("If only my dad had been able to tell me he was proud of me when he was still alive") Richard has a safe and Parker is ready to go. (so we're switching Diamond-bracelet targets from Debra to Richard) --- Back with Elliot, Billy is remniscing about old times. (turns out food works just as well as punches)

He doesnt trust Sophie, but also he doesnt have any grudges against her. (he understands that she didnt sell him out, he was going down anyway and he doesnt resent her, unlike Arthur) --- Back at Cultcon, Sophie is being politely interogated by Debra. (Debra sees a kinship/rivalry i think?)

Oh i see. (perhaps a bit late). its a maternity cult, about parenthood. And Sophie was always very maternal basically taking all of 2 episodes before becoming an all-out mom to Parker in the OG run. We're about to drop the "you abandoned your child" revelation aren't we? The narrative throughline of the season isnt the Duke she married, its the current duke/duchess that's gonna be the season finale. --- Back to Breanna and Robert, turns out the cheap bracelets cost 200 USD. Also he wants to play Jazz. Breanna knows where the Yes Virus needs to go (penthouse computer) --- Parker tells Harry to move it like a madagaskan lemur. Gold bars, land title deeds in Uzbek... (close enough to russia that it might have been a something Billy was covering up. Except then a reveal that Elliot knows he wasnt speaking russian cause Elliot speaks Russian.)

Oh god he's working with Billy. Thats our 3rd act complication isnt it? (yes a "sophie had a child" reveal would be a twist but it wouldnt be a complication to the con. But a betrayal by Billy...)

Richard challenges Harry to a duel. (who has spotted the bracelet. its in the mancave.) --- Oh Sophie is doing exposition about Nate, i thought we were gonna get into the Duke. (Or it could be both)

Richard just knocked Harry's earpiece out (quick, tell him its a hearing aid. You've spent too much time around loud cars and payed the price. He'll fall for it!) --- Back from commercial, It seems Harry is going for the lie i came up with (im starting to really get feel these writers)

Parker is compromised with her fake belly, and unfortunately Richard isnt buying the hearing aid story (worth a try) --- Breanna is so pissed that Harry's sword-fighting a viking and she's stuck as an accountant. (Ronald has gone home, grabbed his trumpet, returned to tell Breanna and now he's off again) --- "your brandy is watered down and your cubans are fake" hitting him where it hurts him most.

Harry gets to catch punch out a guy with a sword and catch a thrown axe with his shield. He's really getting into Phase 4. --- Meanwhile back at Sophie, we're she's stalling for time with expositiondumps to Debra. And the clock strikes (i think it was 4?) and Sophie turns the tide from reluctant admisions of past trauma to goading and baiting Debra into a confession. Oh she's calling for security after she just confessed to her actions on her own daily livestream? I do wonder what'll happen when we get back from commercials --- So yeah she was on broadcast (cause of course)

Breanna used Harry as a distraction to put her virus on Richards Wristband (man, if only Debra hadnt insisted on a Nuclear Missile-type 2-key situation she could've stopped all the returns from happening right now)

Harry runs into the Denouement looking like a fool because someone has to explain the logistics of the financial fallout (also he put in a call, the repoman works fast) --- Back at the theatre the Selleck Stache has been glued to a mixer. Parker is keeping the baby, and Harry is keeping the armor (it reeks but its probably expensive)

Richard spilled some beer in the car (which, is anticlimactic as far as "you ruined my car for the mission" jokes go), and Richard is playing jazz outside the theatre. ---

YES I KNEW THAT IT WASNT RUSSIA! It was the Uzbek deed after all! So our next mark is presumably this Ramsey guy. (if he's into runways, he's probably a plane-based smuggler) Final camera pan upwards to a devil-like statue. (not a Gargoyle as it isnt a waterfeature, and its mouthes and orifices are closed so it also isnt a grotesque)

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝒳

Taehyung's POV

Today was my dear's first day at work. I was waiting for her to come outside. I see my dear come outside the building with those three men. 

"Taehyung," she calls me, "I'm going out with my friends. You can go home."

"I'll drop you," I offer.

"It's okay, Taehyung," she smiles, "I can go with them."

"I can drop them too," I insist and open the door, "Come on, get in."

She sighs and turns to them, "Is it okay if my, uh..."

"Fiance," I complete.

"Oh," she looks at me, "I didn't know I agreed to that."

"I am sorry," I apologise, "But please, let me drop you guys."

"Okay, sir," Namjoon smiles, "Let's go with him."

They all get in the car.

"Where are you guys going?" I ask.

"Just this cafe nearby that we spotted," she says.

"You should join us," Hoseok offers.

"Sure," I smile. That way I don't have to spy from afar.

"Is this the cafe?" I stop the car.

"Yeah," she says, "Thank you."

"Let's go! I can't wait for that cake," Seokjin cheers.

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"I love the cake," Seokjin says, "I should buy some for later."

"You're gonna die eating so much cake," Namjoon says.

"Excuse me, guys," my dear gets up, "I need the bathroom."

My eyes follow her figure to make sure she made it safely into the bathroom.

"You like her, huh?" Namjoon asks.

"What?" I ask.

"You like her a lot," Namjoon states.

No, I love her. 

"Yeah," I nod.

"One can tell so easily," Seokjin laughs, "I'd even say you're head over heels for her."

"Why do you like her so much?" Hoseok asks.

"She's a very nice person," I reply, "And nice people are hard to find."

"So, you're planning to marry her or what?" Seokjin laughs.

"If possible," I reply. No, I will marry her.

"Wow," Namjoon says, "I hope you treat her nice. She's amazing."

"If he doesn't," Hoseok cracks his fingers and smiles, "We all know what's going down."

"I am," I correct, "I am treating her nice."

"Good," Seokjin smiles.

My dear came out of the bathroom and I could smell blood. Was she okay?

"Let's go home, shall we?" She asks everyone, "I'm kind of tired."

"Sure," Hoseok says.

"Thank you so much for paying for the cake," Seokjin says.

"No problem," I smile.

These guys weren't so bad... They always seem to take care of my dear and are very sweet. 

"Are you okay?" I ask her on our way out.

"Yeah," she looks around, "Just a small problem. It's okay."

"What is it?" I ask.

"I uh, my period is here and I forgot to bring pads," she says.

"Let's hurry home then," I reply and open the door for her.

She steps in murmuring a small thank you.

"Should we stop at a store?" I ask.

"No, I stuffed tissues," she replies.

I chuckle, "Okay."

I drive as fast as possible and when we reached, she sprinted out of the car into the house. I chuckle and follow her loosely into the house. She runs up the stairs. I go to my office room and call my secretary for updates. 

"Sir!" He screams into the phone and I pull my phone away from my ear.

"Why are you screaming?" I ask.

"Sir, you need to do something about the people asking who that woman with you was," he says.

"We can hold a press conference," I reply.

"But who is she, sir?" He asks.

"She's my fiance," I reply.

"No?" I hear Yuna. I turn around to see her leaning against the doorframe, "I'm not your fiance."

"Uh-"

"We aren't even close to being in a relationship," she says, "Then how can I be your fiance?"

"I'll call you back," I hang up, "Yuna."

"No," she says, "I'm ready to give you a chance but I'm not your fiance and I haven't agreed to marry you. I know I'm probably being ungrateful but you need to discuss things with me when it's something that concerns me."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"It's okay, Taehyung," she sits down on the couch, "We can talk now and clear out our relationship."

"Okay," I take a seat next to her.

"I am not your girlfriend, but I genuinely want to give you a chance. You seem really nice," she says.

I smile, "I really do like you."

She smiles, "Let's take it slow."

"Okay," I nod.

"See, the thing is," she sighs, "I just met you and you've been really helpful with particularly no reason. And I don't know what to think. Though my heart screams you're a nice person, I have to take it slow. I don't want to end up in a relationship that could be harmful to me. And especially marriage."

"I understand," I smile, "We can take it slow and start from a date. Maybe?"

"Sure," she smiles.

"But we have a problem," I say.

"What problem?" She asks.

"You remember that video?" I ask and she nods, "People want to know who you are. Who you are to me."

"Oh," she sighs, "Tell them I'm your friend?"

"I kind of already made it clear that we're in a relationship that isn't friendship," I explain.

"Oh," she looks down, "You can tell them I'm your girlfriend if you want. It's okay as long as we know the truth."

"Yeah," I rub my palms, "You should rest. I believe you're tired."

"Yes, thank you," she stands up, "Maybe I should shift back to my house. How long can I stay here?" She chuckles

"How long?" I ask, "Forever. I don't mind. I would love it if you'd stay here."

"I don't want to trouble you," she says.

"You're not troubling me. You're actually helping me," I reply.

"How?" She raises her eyebrow.

"It's pretty lonely here and with you around, I don't feel alone," I say.

"But I can't burden you," she replies.

"We already had this conversation," I reply, "You're not burdening me. When you genuinely like someone, they're never a burden."

"But-" 

"No, stop," I don't let her finish, "I want to know when you'd be free."

"For what?" She asks.

"To plan a date," I grin.

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[brxttydevil]

So for my request, based on Danganronpa, can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure with bondage and drowning please? In the story, hes captured by the yakuza who were assigned to get rid of him. So after stripping him to his bikini briefs, they shackle his barefeet to a metal ball and chain, cloth gag him and throw him into the sea to drown. You can decide if he escapes or dies but id like it if he cummed underwater. What do you think?

Drowning★

A/N: this is not how I see the Yakuza or any mafia type at all Character: Yasuhiro Hagakure

Word count:

Warnings: Bondage, nsfw, almost character death

Yasuhiro was walking down the street getting home. He had been noticing that he had been followed by some men but brushed it off assuming they were going the same way as him.

When he got closer to his house he noticed that they were picking up speed and walking faster than ever. He brushed it off again thinking that something they saw had nothing to do with him. By the time he was at his door and was trying to find his keys to his house, he felt a tissue being put over his mouth and then everything went black for him. The guys carried him to the car and put him in the backseat and drove off leaving his keys on the floor of the steps.

On the way to the secret place, they kept making sure that he wouldn't wake up anytime soon until they have gotten to their destination. By the time they got there, two more guys came and took Yasuhiro downstairs to the basement. They made sure to strip him down and keep his tight briefs on. They threw a bucket of water on top of him which woke him up quickly.

“Where am I?”

“Yasuhiro, you have been owing a lot of money to the Yakuza and we don’t appreciate that you haven’t been trying to pay us back.” One of the guys got into his face.

“I have been paying you back in much as I can!”

“Nah, I don’t think so pretty boy.”

Yasuhiro was trying not to notice the hard-on he has in his briefs. The dream of being tied up and almost naked was some sort of fantasy he had.

"You sick freak, am I just turning you on by degrading you?" Yasuhiro just looked away and didn't want to answer that question. The guy smirked and just rubbed Yasuhiro's hard-on. “You really in love with this huh?”

Another guy came in with something in his hand. “The boss wants us to get it on.” He walked up to Yasuhiro and made him take a pill.

“Okay. Let’s gag him now then.” He and the other guy put a sock in his mouth then a red bandana, a green one then a big yellow one, and then took him out onto the deck.

Waiting for them is the Yakuza boss. “By the time you all come here!” He said that as they were loading Yasuhiro on the boat

“Ltt mh gh.” (Let me go.) Yasuhiro started to become annoyed and keep feeling his hard-on.

“Well let’s get this started.” The guy who put the pill in his mouth shackled his legs to a ball even with Yasuhiro kicking and screaming. His kicking really didn’t do anything.

The boat left the desk and drove about 45 miles from the area. “Well, pretty boy it was nice knowing you.” He kicked Yasuhiro off the boat while Yasuhiro was screaming. While at the bottom of the sea, the pill started to kick in.

"MMMmmmnnn." He felt like he was drowning but at the same time, he felt so much pleasure he didn't know what to do. He kept moaning inside of his mask.

Little to be known to him, they were watching this happening. They have a camera set up at the exact spot where they are planning to kill him. They were lucky enough to have the right time before the camera dies.

"Are we gonna actually kill him, boss?"

"Maybe. But he maybe has a better use to us."

After a while, they let him back up by having them scuba dive down. And now he is known to be the pet of the Yakuza.

[campbluelake]

pygmalion || abbie || trial end results

( cw: description of gore [skip abbie's second dialogue segment] )

Ah. Not unanimous, huh? That’s to be expected. She doubted Jo would vote for Tommy regardless of the circumstances. Watching the recap of the case, Abbie’s head bobs back and forth to a rhythm only she can hear, and she continues to braid her gimp. So, that’s how it was? Luring Lydia in with the promise of a fun time for everyone--on her birthday no less! She wonders if Tommy knew it was her birthday when she hatched the plot in the first place, wouldn’t that be terrible?

After all, she’s no stranger to tragic happenings on the best day of your year, but to have someone deliberately plan to make sure that it’s the last one you ever celebrate? To make sure you can never grow a single second older than you were in that moment? It’s cruel to think about. So, she doesn’t think about it much more at all, just making a note to maybe ask Lydia when she was born. Who knows, maybe Tommy made sure that she didn’t even grow older! Which is a whole other level of sad, but, well, what can you do?

Tragedy happens. Crying doesn’t change it. Being repentant doesn’t make it any better. It doesn’t wash the blood away.

Abbie turns her head to look at Tommy, smiling brightly at her as she claps her hands together.

“Wow, wow! You’re really a freak! Ehehehe, I thought likeeeeeee you were kinda one when you went on your little rant earlier, and, wow, talk about an ego! For someone who thinks they’re so smart…I dunno, I think your murder plot got figured out a little fast, don’t you? Likeeeee, um, um, are you sure we’re the stupid ones? You’re the one who thought Looney Toon logic would work in the real world…Neither of your traps really worked, though, did they? Like, was the bucket meant to stab Lydia all on its own?”

She tilts her head and continues to smile as she asks:

“Could you have dragged her bleeding body to the clearing? Do you feel the blood gushing over your hand still? The resistance of tissue against your homemade shank? To make your own weapon, to craft these with the same sense of love that artists put into their work…were these meant to be your Mona Lisas? ‘Cuz it ended up more like a botched restoration attempt. But what do I know!! I’ve never killed someone, ehe!”

Clapping her hands together, she bounces and nods in agreement with everything that Leon says, tempted to even add in some poetry snaps to accompany his words. Just so everyone can know that he understands. He gets the real information that they all can glean from it.

“Kaede just told us it was scary, but you can tell us even more!! Be sure to pay attention, okaaaaaaaaay? I wanna hear all of the gory details! Literally! I bet it’s gonna be agonizing! I wonder if your brain’ll block it out like his did? I hope not!!! Gyah!! You’re gonna become the evidence you were searching for! It’s so beautiful, don’tcha think? Your own Statue of David in your likeness! Don’t worry, we’ll keep up your investigative work!”

[softsnzstuff]

Eddie and Steve both are streamers. They're trying to do a challenge to see who sneezes the most. They're like both trying hard. Eddie wins but he can't stop sneezing . Steve is like comforting him and handing him Tissues or stuff cuz he can't watch his baby suffer.

Anyone who’d watched Steve or Eddie’s streams knew that they were both abnormally sneezy individuals. In the last stream, a debate had arisen about who sneezes more.

It was actually Steve who pitches the idea to a reluctant Eddie.

“We should put it to the test and they’ll stop talking about it. We could use that one perfume that Nancy can’t wear around us. And the girls could keep score.”

“I dunno man, this seems dumb.”

“If anything it’ll just be funny and we can laugh at it later.”

***

Now that they were live, Nancy and Robin were sitting behind the boys.

“Hey guys, we’re gonna settle the debate here and now. Nancy brought her perfume that Eddie and I are both pretty allergic to.” Steve introduced. “Nancy will count for Eddie and Robin will count for me.”

Oh my god

Wait is this a prank

Are they actually???

Robin butted in between the boys to get closer to the camera, “I’d like to set the record straight that I think this is a stupid idea.”

Setting a tissue box in front of each of them, she smirked and leaned back in her chair.

“I guess I’ll just…spray it now?” Nancy leaned back and spritzed the air twice before capping the perfume and sticking it in her bag on the bed behind her.

Oh shit here it comes

Place your bets now, who’s gonna win?

Steve

Eddie

Eddie for sure

Steve, duh

Stevie

Eddie has them little fits tho…

The boys both struggled against the tickle. Steves eyes were closed and Eddie was scrunching his nose and gripping the armrests of his chair.

“Chat seems pretty tied up…” Nancy noted.

“AESSSH!”

“Jesus Christ!” Robin jumped, not expecting the volume coming from her friend.

“ISSSHIEW!”

I knew it. Steve ftw

Anyone else think this is kinda weird?

Is Harrington paying for my hearing aids after this?

Robin was drawing tally marks on a small piece of paper in her lap. Suddenly, Eddie took a sharp inhale, startling everyone.

“HEH’Nxxt! IgxxxT! H’kxxT! Ngtsch’EW!”

Eddie stifled four sneezes into his fist, near silent except for the little exhale after each one.

Munson coming in from behind!!!

Underdog Eddie coming through

“Heh’ISSSH! TISSSH! ISSSH!!”

Nancy jumped, almost dropping the pen she was using to tally for Eddie. At this point, Robin was laughing, both at the sheer stupidity of the idea itself and at her struggling friends.

Eddie sneezed at the same time as Steve, his own fittish outbursts lasting much longer.

“EH’Nxxt! GxxxT! Ki’tsCH! snfffsnF igk’Tsch’EW!”

Jesus Christ

I’ve never seen one person sneeze so many times in a row??

What tf kind of perfume??? America explain 😭

The older man’s eyes were watering. He grabbed a tissue and pressed it to his streaming nose. “H’mPTSCH! M’TSHHhh! iKSHh’EW! Fu’gk!!”

Yo, Eddie isn’t looking too hot guys

Is he okay?

Can you say Hi Sarah? It’s my birthday.

Is there a more extreme version of “Bless you”?

Nancy placed a gentle hand on Eddie’s back, rubbing small circles as he was doubled over into the tissues.

“hehh AISSSH! snfff You okay Eds?” Steve leaned down, trying to get to eye level with his boyfriend. His own nose was calming down, but Eddie seemed to be just getting started.

“This wa- IH’Ngxxxt! NxxT!! - wasn’t the plan Steven!”

Poor Eddie

He really can’t stop, huh?

Y’all really took this challenge to the extreme…

“Hey don’t stifle them you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Steve put a hand on his partner’s shoulder.

“IgKt’CHEW!”

“That’s better. Come here.”

Steve pulled Eddie close to his chest, one arm around Eddie, and the other hand holding his face.

“Steve I’b godda- HI’ktsch’IEW! Heh! ehKSHH, KSSH’uh!! H’iKSSHh’EW!”

Eddie’s whole body shuddered with each desperate release, spray raining down on Steve’s wrist and the desk.

Gosh, us viewers need a poncho

I… felt that through the screen 🥴

Splash zone viewing doesn’t cost extra does it? Lol

“…gross.” Robin muttered to Nancy, who just looked super concerned.

“Alright guys I think-”

“TsschIEW!”

“Bless you Eds, I think we’re gonna end the stream and wash him off.” Steve addressed the camera.

Feel better Eddie

Winning never felt so bad

Give him a shower, poor thing!

“HiK’tsch’EW!”

Robin held up her paper with a mere 6 tallies on it. “In case you all were wondering, Steve is still a loser.”

She laughed as Steve clicked off the stream, standing up and pulling Eddie to his feet. The older man immediately snapped at the waist, Robin jumping out of the way.

“GT’schIEW! snlrrf sorry Birdie…”

“Let’s get that perfume washed off you yeah?”

Eddie nodded weakly. “Yeah, that would be ndice.”

[lolawassad]

Can you do one for Jt where the user has a son and likes Jt but is scared because she’s a was a mom

Jt york? He might be a bit out of character, if you dont like it please tell me :) ill rewrite it then

Hell yeah, lol i just had a dream about this because of your ask! This is gonna be fun

Also takes place during season 5 but they are both 17

Jt york x mom!reader

Y/n pov

I walk into degrassi community school, the school i transferred to a few months ago, people smile and greet me and i do the same back

I walk up to my locker and take my book out for first class, i close my locker again only to notice someone standing there.

He smiles at me "hey im jt" he says makkng me smile back and tell him my name "would you maybe like to get a coffee with me after school at the dot?" He asks "i would love to" i answer back before kissing his cheek and walking away.

As im down the hall i hear a loud "she said yes toby" from jt which makes me giggle.

After school

My mom drops of s/n to me "i gotta go to work now, you gotta take s/n on your date, if hes the one he wont leave okay?" She says before kissing my forehead and leaving.

I put s/n into his stoller because walking to the dot is too much for him, what i dont notice is jt seeing me and s/n and freaks out, running home instead of to the dot.

I enter the dot and a waiter smiles at me and pulls out a high chair for s/n and puts it at a table, the table only has one other chair so i take a chair from a bigger table and set it down, pulling s/n's chair closer to me.

I open my phone hoping i got a text from jt but nothing.

Then the chair gets pulled out and someone sits, i look up but its not jt, its my ex, s/n's father.

I look at him with distaste "please move i have a date" i tell him which makes him chuckle "a date? No you dont, you still belong to me" he says "no you left us, you dont get to just come back when you feel like it" i sneer at him while s/n is just babbling in the high chair.

Then the door opens again, the little bell rains my attention this time, its jt! But hes with other people, my ex says something but i dont pay attention to it, its then jt storms over to my ex and pulls him up by his collar "hey fuck face your in my seat talking to MY girl fuck you thinking huh?" He spits out making not only me shocked but all his friends.

My ex rolls his eyes and tries to act tough "yeah well she was my girl before, i mean clearly cause thats my son" he says while pointing at s/n

Jt looks at s/n who is now on my lap and then at me, his gaze softening "babe cover s/n's eyes" he says to me, i look confused but do it "now close your pretty little eyes please" i do as he says and then hear a sickingly crunch and someone running away "you can look again" jt says.

I open my eyes and uncover s/n's eyes, i notice jt's fist has blood on it and my ex is nowhere to be seen. The staff are all glaring at jt which tells me what just happened "you didnt have to do that" i tell jt before handing him some tissues.

He cleans his hand before smiling at me "but i did, he was bothering you because i was too much of a pu-" he stops mid sentance while looking at s/n, he leans over and covers his ears "i was too much of a pussy when i saw your mom drop s/n off and i ran when i noticed you looked at him like he was your whole world, i thought i couldnt handle a kid, then i told my friends what happened and they got pissed the fuck off, i asked you out and then planned on not going because you have a son. What kind of dick am i?" He says before uncovering a giggling s/n's ears, he is still leaned over before whispering "please let me try, ill be so much better then your ex, y/n" i giggle "no more running away when seeing s/n?" I ask, he shakes his head "never again, i plan on making you my girl, and if that includes this little man, anything for you y/n, i worked up the courage to ask you for months" he says before kissing my cheek which makes his friends cheer from a table in the corner, his head snaps to them and he glares at them but they all just innocently smile which makes my cheeks heat up and i put s/n back in the high chair.

Then the waiter walks up, he glares at jt and smiles at me and s/n "what can i get the lovely little family?" He asks us before whispering to jt "you cant get into another fight or your kicked out hear me? Also bad fucking example for your son" the cuss word makes jt glare at him "dont cuss infront of s/n, but i hear you man, just bring my usual and a f/d for the lady and some lemonade not too sweet for the little man, thank you" jt says with a smile to the waiter before turning to me and grabbing my hand "how did you know i like f/d?" I ask him

He smiles again "you drink it like every other day, i see you here all the time, just minus the cute baby" he says.

I lean over and kiss his cheek, this time his friends dont cheer but s/n does which makes jt blush and hide his face in his hands "the waiter just called s/n my son and i cant get the thought of us being a family out of my head" he confesses, his hands drop to mine "i wanna be there for you and s/n, i wanna take you out on mor-" he is cut off by the waiter coming back, again smiling at me glaring at jt, he puts the drinks in take out cups down "if you ever get tired of this little boy you can come to me and get to know a real man baby" he says with a wink and goes to walk away, jt's jaw tightens "princess how about you take your drinks and wait outside for me while i go pay yeah?" Jt says kissing my cheek when he gets done putting s/n in his stroller and transferring s/n's lemonade in a clean sippycup in the pocket under the stroller he puts my drink in my hand and kisses my cheek again before pushing me softly towards the door "wait jt hes not worth it" i say he just shakes his head "im not gonna beat him up angel" he says.

Jt pov

I walk over to the waiter who is now behind the "bar" area drink in hand and say "i would like to pay for the drinks" the waiter smirks at me and i wanna punch that smirk of his face but i dont because i told y/n i wont

"Your little lady leave already? Thats too bad i wanted to give her my number" he says but i just smile at him, his smirk turns into a confused look, i give him the money for the drinks after he tells me my total before asking for the manager, the manager quickly comes and i look at her "did you know your waiter is hitting on underaged girls?" I ask her.

She turns to the waiter with a glare "FIRED" she yells out before dragging him by the ear, its my turn to smirk now and i walk over to my beautiful girl and her adorable son.

I kiss her nose and say "lets go to the park angel, s/n can play and we can talk sound good?" She just nods her head and lets me lead her to the park, my arm around her shoulder

[tteokggukk]

summer heat → jjk

–pairing: twin!jungkook x reader

–genre: fluff, mature (? but no smut), drabble, a minor attempt at humor, best friend’s twin brother type of thing

–words: 2.9k

–warnings: explicit language, sexual tension, tiny bit of humiliation, a hint of jungkook and reader having some sort of “history” if u squint hard enough

–summary: in an attempt to calm you down and prevent your mood from swinging due to the blazing heat, your best friend decides to go out and buy you some ice cream. you’re shocked, however, when he quickly returns and looks different, making you see him in an entirely new light and leaving you trying to resist the urge to give in to your raging hormones and just jump on him.

–a/n: i was thinking of this scenario in the shower but didn’t have the brain power to turn it into a full length story so i might just add this to a pile of drabbles that i may or may not develop heh + ive been in my jungkook feels too lately sigh + also this is unedited 

permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum  @mochisjoon​ @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​ 

It was a scorching hot summer’s day. Sweat was beginning to trickle down your temples and your shirt was getting stuck to your skin, causing an irking feeling of discomfort. Looking around, you quickly grabbed an empty long folder from your best friend’s messy desk and began fanning yourself to cool down. The two of you were just there, sitting in his room in a not-so-comfortable silence.

You were currently plopped down onto a chair with your legs resting on the desk in front of you, too lazy to come up with ideas to kill your boredom.

It was a tradition for your family to travel every summer and visit a new country you hadn’t been to, but this year you had to pass the plane tickets and sight-seeing due to your best friend, Junghan, asking begging you to help him out with a month-long film project. You didn’t have the heart to decline, so you told your parents you’d stay behind and help him out which resulted in you having to stay over at Junghan’s place for the rest of the summer.

You had to admit though, a small part of you felt disinclined to stay because the project sounded like it would’ve been a tedious workload, but working with your best friend was so much more fun than you’d imagined and even the project itself turned out to be enjoyable. So far, your summer break has been spent filming and hanging out with Junghan—though hanging out usually meant staying in his room and watching romcoms all day while crying over fictional characters, ranting about how you two would never meet such perfect men in real life. It was great.

Until the air conditioner broke down.

You glanced over at Junghan, who seemed to be just as spiritless as you were while he sat in front of a fan, eyes looking empty and distant.

“I told you the air conditioner needed to be fixed,” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, completely missing the harsh glare he sent you.

“I said I was gonna get it fixed,” He replies and turns back to the fan, his voice quieting down a little, “But the number for repair wouldn’t answer.”

“Right,” You muttered absent-mindedly, eyes staring at the ceiling while your mind was too busy trying to come up with suggestions to beat the heat, “We could go to the pool?”

“Closed,” Junghan grunts, “The mall?”

“As if we’d both drive in this state,” You rolled your eyes as you tried to get your shirt to stop sticking to your skin. Junghan glances over at you when he hears you grumbling, one of the many cues that you were beginning to feel peevish. Deciding that it was pointless to keep tugging on your shirt, you opt to take it off instead.

“You don’t mind do you?” You asked before completely removing your shirt, only leaving you in your bralette. Though you knew he never did because of the countless times he’s helped you change and pick out different outfits, you always asked out of politeness. Additionally, his zero interest in women made you feel much safer and comfortable enough to undress around him.

“I really don’t care,” He says and stands up. You hear him rumbling for a moment while you were neatly folding your shirt, and seconds later you recognize the jingling sound of keys.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“The nearby grocery. You’re about to get grumpy and I am not going to listen to a rambling bitch for the rest of the day,” He says, rubbing his temples as he makes his way to the door.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here?” You asked, too exhausted to even glance at him. He probably wasn’t, you only asked for the dramatic effect.

“No, dumbass. I’m just gonna go and buy ice cream. See you in a bit.”

And with that Junghan leaves and closes the door shut. Only a few minutes later after the sound of the engine had gone did you decide to exert a little effort and move over to his previous spot to sit in front of the fan, the air immediately cooling your skin. You sighed in relief and grabbed a few tissues to wipe your temples dry before grabbing your phone and texting Junghan to buy some lemonade, followed by a second text telling him you’d pay him back once he returned.

You were surprised to hear, not even ten minutes later, that the car was already back and pulling up in the driveway. It couldn’t have been Junghan’s parents as they were out working, and it was only you and Junghan around—not like you two had many friends who would come and visit. Instead of rationalizing with yourself on how Junghan came back home in supersonic speed, you decide to drop it and wait for him to come up back to his room.

Someone knocks on the door, causing your brows to furrow in confusion. Since when did Junghan knock?

“Come... in?” You answer, though it came out more as a question. Your head turns at the sound of the door opening, and your eyes widen at seeing Junghan standing by the doorframe.

Looking oddly different.

“Dude,” You stood up from your place and stared him up and down, “Is that what you were really wearing when you went out?”

His eyebrows raise in shock and you catch his eyes taking a quick glimpse from your chest before quickly looking back at the perplexed look on your face, a small smirk forming on lips. You decide to ignore it.

“What a warm ‘welcome home’,” he chuckles.

“You didn’t answer me,” you replied, still oblivious to the difference in his tone.

He was wearing an all-black ensemble—a black cap, a black leather jacket, black pants that outlined his toned thighs (how have you never noticed?), and some chunky black boots—a huge contrast to his normally colorful and baggy clothing. You were genuinely curious because you hadn’t noticed what he looked like before he left the house as you were too tired and lazy to even look up and say goodbye.

“Uh, yeah. This is what I was wearing?” He narrows one of his eyes, looking confused, “Why?”

“I don’t know… since when did you wear all black?”

“Since way back then? I don’t know,” He replies, and you now noticed how his voice was unusually low. Junghan steps inside and averts his eyes from you, looking around in his room before scrimmaging through drawers as if in search for something.

“What are you looking for?” You asked, folding your arms and following him around.

“A charger,” He replies, and a chill runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. You thought maybe you’d detect how he was just trying to change his manner of speaking, but it was effortlessly low; like he wasn’t faking it or anything. It was weird because Junghan normally sounded a little more high pitched. 

“What charger?”

“A laptop charger, mine broke,” He continues searching and not once does he meet your eyes.

“Oh okay, let me help you then,” You begin to look around and help him search, “Though I don’t know what it looks like, I’ll let you know if I see a charger.”

He looks up at you and smiles, but you don’t catch him watching you as you were already busy searching, “Thanks.”

The two of you continue searching in silence, though occasionally you’d look up and glance at Junghan. What exactly was he doing? Was this for his film? Is he supposed to be in character? This new look and manner of talking that he somehow adopted after a quick trip to the grocery store did things to you. Every time he grunted in annoyance after a failed search, something in your stomach would twist and you found yourself suddenly feeling drawn, or maybe even more than drawn, to your best friend. Your gay best friend.

You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.

Only a few minutes later did you find something that looked like a charger hiding underneath a pile of unfolded clothes before presenting it to Junghan, “Is it this?”

“Yes! Exactly that,” He jumps up from crouching over one of the drawers at the bedside and walks over to you, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t know why you took such a long time searching for something in your room, though,” You rolled your eyes.

“My room?” He smiles, voice a little deeper but with a hint of amusement.

God, you could just jump on him right now.

“Yeah?” You knit your brows, “And stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed so he was looking up at you. He leans back a bit a folds his arms, a smile still tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was the summer heat doing things to your head and making you think about all these things that you never thought you’d ever want to do with your gay best friend, but he seemed so in character it was actually beginning to bother you. What store did he go to exactly? And where the hell is the ice cream?

“That! What’s up with your voice? And your outfit? You look so different, it’s weird,” You folded your arms as if to mirror him.

“Weird, huh?” He asks and looks at his clothing before looking back at you.

“Not in a bad way. It looks good, it’s just not you,” You squirmed slightly before shaking your head to snap out of it, “I don’t know what store you went to that made you look like this—and congrats I guess, if you’re trying to switch up your fashion, but you completely missed the ice cream, so good luck trying to handle this rambling bitch.”

He laughs at the words “rambling bitch” and oh god that is not what his laughter sounded like before. When did the sound of his laugh sound so deep and sultry? You subconsciously sucked on and bit your lip at the sound of his laughter, trying your best not to visibly drool in front of him. He catches your subtle action and his brow raises at the sight.

“Despite all the things you said, you think this looks good?” A playful smile rests on his face and your heart beats erratically at his expression.

“Y-yeah, I don’t know,” You mumbled. He shifts on the edge of the bed to move closer to you.

“And because there’s no ice cream, you’re going to turn into some rambling…” He reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers feeling the skin on your exposed waist before resting his hand on your back to pull you in closer.

“…person?” he continues, brows raised and eyes staring intently at yours, not using the vulgar word you had just used to describe yourself (or the word he had just called you before he left to go to the store).

“I...um, we’ll see,” you replied, and he only chuckles deeply. Your voice had transformed into a murmuring mess and it annoyed you, but you couldn’t really do anything about it, right now he reminded you so much of—

“I think you look good too, you know. Maybe I did miss you a lot more than I thought I did,” he whispers, pulling you in even more so you were now standing between his thighs.

Missed you? After an eight minute trip to the grocery store?

You didn’t question it. Your mind was blanking out, malfunctioning, even. Here was your best friend, your gay best friend (as you had to keep reminding yourself), placing his hands on your bare skin in a way that you knew wasn’t going to turn out to be so innocent. Right now you were extremely attracted and possibly even turned on by whatever the fuck he was doing, all you could do to save yourself was blame it on the heat. Was this absolutely weird? Hell yes. Did you want to stop him? Fuck no.

Were you now completely devoid of all reason and logic?

Definitely.

Softly, he tugs on your arm and pulls you into him so you were now sitting on his lap with your hand resting on his chest. One of his hands was still attached to your waist, the other was resting itself on the bed, gripping on a blanket.

Chills run down your spine for the second time now as his mouth moves closer to your ear, “Lucky for you I know the perfect way to handle rambling bitches.”

Your breath hitches for a moment and Junghan moves back to face you, his lips grazing your cheeks a little before you meet each other’s gaze. The summer heat was definitely nothing compared to this, but you didn’t mind. Your faces were only mere centimeters apart now and you could’ve sworn he was beginning to lean in by the look in his eyes, which were now fixated on your lips.

Seriously, you could just grab him by the collar right now and speed things up. He’s the one who pulled you in first, anyway, you just wanted to get things going. Though you haven’t exactly a clue as to where this would end, you wished he would hurry up a little to find out.

But for some strange reason, your senses were enveloped with the distinct smell of a signature fragrance that you knew did not belong to Junghan and it snapped you out of your thoughts. The scent was strong enough to flash some memories back in your mind, making you frown. Did he use this perfume on purpose? Or was your mind just playing tricks on you? In a flash, you could suddenly think straight and you couldn’t help it, the moral side of your brain had turned far stronger than your currently raging hormones (thank goodness). Something was definitely off.

“But, Junghan… aren’t you… gay?” You asked, your voice trailing off a little.

His eyes widen and he pulls back from you. He stares at you for a few seconds before it hits him, and he starts erupting in laughter. You narrowed your eyes at him and got off his lap, moving over to the side and sitting beside him instead.

“Junghan?” He stresses on the name. You’re staring at him blankly now, like you knew he was just messing with you. His laughter eventually dies down and he places a hand on your thigh, though it seemed much more innocent now, “I’m so sorry, ____, you’ve got the wrong person.”

With one hand, he quickly grabs the blanket off the bed. The back of his other free hand endearingly caresses your jaw, and you notice how he lingers for a while as he moves a bit lower down to your neck—before wrapping the fabric around you and covering your whole torso with it. Your face immediately turns pink as you clutched onto the blanket to further cover yourself, feeling slightly humiliated, though you were still confused.

“Wrong person? What do you mean?”

“I was wondering why you had no shirt on, I thought that was just a regular thing for you now. But it’s probably cause you’re more comfortable around my brother, huh?”

“Your brother…?”

“Has it really been that long?” He chuckles, and instantly your mind began connecting the pieces together. Could it actually be him? You haven’t seen him in years, and no one even bothered telling you he was coming back today. No way, surely this was Junghan playing a joke on you.

“I’m not Junghan. I’m his twin brother, Jungkook. Remember?”

You hastily stood up in defense, still clutching the blanket close to your chest, “Shut the fuck up, Junghan. No one said anything about Jungkook coming back today!”

Junghan Jungkook only laughs and stands up, the melodious sound filling the room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the wide open bedroom door. 

“What a shame, but it was a surprise. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home today,” He folds his arms, “And if I am Junghan, then who is that?” He points at the doorframe and true enough, Junghan was standing there holding grocery bags in his arms wearing his usual oversized colorful jacket and khaki colored pants.

You and Junghan both looked at each other with mouths dropped down to the floor before you looked back at Jungkook, who had the same smirk tugged on his lips, clearly amused at the whole situation.

Jungkook bends forward and leans in to your face, his voice in a lower tone but still audible enough for his brother to hear, “Probably shouldn’t take your top off so leisurely around the house anymore, huh?” He grins and winks at you, causing you wince and force an awkward smile, internally cursing yourself at everything that just happened.

“Anyways, I should probably rest up in my room. See you around,” Jungkook flashes you a smile before placing a chaste kiss on your (now dry, because your body had frozen up) forehead before walking away from you, taking the charger and dangling it in his other hand. He taps his confused looking brother on the shoulder before turning his head back to take one last look at you before walking out, leaving you and Junghan staring at each other in shock.

Junghan walks in slowly and sets the bags of grocery on the floor, shutting the door behind him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asks you, eyes wide in anticipation.

Your mind replays everything that had happened between you two. Was Jungkook really just about to kiss you minutes before? Heart racing, you clutch on your chest from underneath the blanket he had covered you with. No way was Jungkook back. No way is he back and looking even more attractive than he did the last time you saw him. Not when you had just gotten over your small crush on him a couple of years ago.

The heat returns to your body, but it mainly pools on your cheeks. You look back at your best friend, but no words of explanation come up. 

“Believe me, I’m asking myself the same thing.”

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[lulamadison]

132 🙃

Thank you!

Prompt 132: “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

*

“Oh my god, Johnny!” Daniel shouted as he watched him back away with blood running between his fingers from his broken nose.

“I'm OK,” Johnny replied, his voice sounding strange through the already swelling tissue.

“I thought you were gonna block,” Daniel said, starting to panic at the blood dripping on the floor. “Why didn't you block?”

“It's OK,” Johnny said, as pulled a towel out of his bag and pressed it to his face. “It was my fault.”

“I'm the one who punched you,” Daniel said, as he moved forward and took Johnny's face in his hands. “It's my fault.”

“Like you said, I should have blocked it,” Johnny said with a shrug.

“Let me see,” Daniel said.

Johnny took his hand away, and when Daniel winced, he asked, “That bad, huh?”

“You definitely need to see a doctor,” Daniel replied.

“I can't just pull it like they do in the movies?” Johnny asked, as he brought the towel back up.

“Not if you want it to look like it did, and I always kinda liked your nose,” Daniel replied.

Johnny smiled under the towel, then let out groan of pain.

“OK, emergency room, now,” Daniel said, patting him on the shoulder. “And before you say anything, since I broke it, I'm paying to get it fixed. I still can't believe you didn't block me though.”

“I got distracted,” Johnny replied.

“By what?”

“By you, dipshit!” Johnny shouted. “You were coming at me in your white gi and it made me think of the tournament in '84. Then it hit me, just how lucky I am to have you now, after all that shit I did back then... and then you hit me while I was thinking about how lucky I was.”

“Wow,” Daniel replied.

“Not feeling so lucky now,” Johnny grumbled.

Daniel put his hands on Johnny's shoulders, and said, “You know I've forgiven you for all that back then, right? The only person I blame now is Kreese. You were just a kid doing what you'd been taught by that asshole.”

Johnny made a sound under the towel, his eyes looking away as they filled with tears.

“What's wrong?” Daniel asked softly.

Johnny made a sound, then muttered, “It's nothing.”

“No, come on,” Daniel said, he gently tapped the side of Johnny's head, and asked, “What's going on in there?”

“Daniel, my whole life the only real relationships I ever had were Ali, and then Shannon, but we spent more time drunk and arguing than anything else,” Johnny started. “I lived in my old apartment for ten years and I was alone the whole time. My life was complete shit, but now I'm getting on good with Robby, and I have you too? I don't know what I did to deserve that.”

“Johnny,” Daniel said, brushing a tear away from his cheek with his thumb. “You've changed so much, even in just last year. That's why deserve it. You worked for this.”

“I spent a lot of my life not loving anyone, but now there's so many people that I care about,” Johnny said. “You, Robby, Miguel, Sam, Anthony and all the other kids. I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much, or to be loved this much either.”

“Takes some getting used to, huh?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah,” Johnny said, nodding his head.

“You know, I'd kiss you right now if you weren't literally covered in blood.” Daniel said.

“I'll holb you to thab when we get back,” Johnny said.

“You'll what?” Daniel asked with a snickering laugh.

“Thut ub you ath-hole,” Johnny said. “My noth is thwelling thut.”

“Come on,” Daniel said with a laugh. “Let's get you to the emergency room.”

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