#but hey I was bored and I cured my boredom a bit

[hibiscusandmilktea]

They named a lower classification of bees after the phrase bazinga, also they look like hummingbirds kind of??

They also named an asteroid after Sheldon ( 246247 Sheldoncooper (2007 SP14) )

Here's some information about it if you'd like to look at it

[brnesblogposts]

facetime.

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

reblobs appreciated :))

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The TV was on in the background, a comfort sitcom playing as you scrolled through your socials endlessly. Bored now you opened messages, pressing on your only pinned contact, Bucky.

''hey, wyd'' you sent only seconds before it told you he'd read it, and then his contact photo flashed up because he was calling you. You groaned internally because you hated talking on the phone, it was so awkward for no reason and you could never figure out if it was your turn to speak or not. You answered;

“Hi, dollface” Bucky knew the effect that name had on you and you could see him smirk as he saw your cheeks heat up.

“Bucky you know I don’t like talking over the phone.. that’s why I texted you!” You groaned and he only laughed in response.

“Missed that pretty face of yours” His smile along with those words made you hide your face in your knees which were bent up against your chest.

“Don’t go shy on me, baby..” He laughed enjoying how flustered you got because of him “let me see my girl.” He cooed. Begrudgingly you lifted your now flushed face to look back at the screen to see his victorious grin.

“There she is” He smiles. “How come you texted me?” He does you a solid and changes the subject.

“I’m bored” You frown dramatically which Bucky finds so endearing.

“You’re bored?” he smiles “You know i’m on a mission right? A very important top secret mission”

“If it’s so important then why are you on your phone!” You furrow your eyebrows at him “and, why’d you call me” you all but grin.

Bucky is laughing before sighing “Well Sam is on patrol right now, looking for any activity and I thought I would use my break and be a great boyfriend and check on my girl. But if you don’t wanna talk to me then I guess i’ll hang up..” He dramatically rolls his eyes and in the camera you can see his hand going towards the screen.

“No!” You squeal and he smiles at your reaction.

“No?” He smirks.

“Please don’t hang up, if you do I might die of boredom and then you wouldn’t have a girlfriend anymore” Shaking your head you sigh.

“Well we can’t have that..” He holds back his laugh “I guess i’ll save you from the impending doom of boredom”

“Aren’t you sweet!” You smile

“Not as sweet as you my angel” This makes you blush once again and he chuckles.

“Stop doing that” You respond quietly as your face is still red.

“Stop doing what, doll?” Bucky plays dumb knowing this will only invoke you further.

“Don’t play dumb, you know what you’re doing” You glare down the phone at him.

“I’m not playing dumb. Tell me, what am I doing sweetheart?” That shit eating grin is back on his face. You groan. “You’re cute when you’re flustered” He retorts.

“Shut up!” You hide your face once again in embarrassment and hear his booming laugh on the other end of the phone, music to your ears.

“Okay, fine. I’ll stop I promise!” You’re sure he’s lying “Just take your face out of your knees?” As you do so you see the pout he’s sporting that quickly turns into a smile when he sees you again.

“My pretty girl” Bastard. You try to remain expressionless, the blush on your neck and cheeks betraying you.

“Bucky.”

“Yes, dollface?” Hes having so much fun.

A smile is threatening to break through your facade.

“Is your boredom cured yet?” He asks, to which you realise it is, because he has flustered you so much you are now overwhelmed rather than bored.

“Actually.. yeah.” You nod.

Bucky furrows his brows “Where is my thank you? I saved you from the grim reaper of boredom” He fakes an angry expression.

“Thank you, baby.” You respond with a smile seeing his cheeks redden a bit.

“You’re welcome, lyubov. (my love)”

The both of you seemed to fall into a comfortable silence as you just looked at each other through your phones for a few minutes until a sound came from Bucky’s end.

“Sam’s back. I have to go” A sadness tainted his voice.

“I love you, stay safe i’ll see you soon” You blew a kiss to him through the screen.

“I love you too, doll” He imitated catching the kiss and smiled then hung up, leaving you to stare at your phone wallpaper of the both of you making silly faces on one of your first dates.

[aetherdoesthings]

Hey! 👋🏽 Can we get some slow dancing in the kitchen on a rain day with Sanji? Sanji seems like the type of romantic to like that. I'm sorry I don't have more to the ask, I've just been thinking about it all day lol

hey :)! sorry this took a while. i had quite the busy week.

forethoughts: okay a lot of things is happening in my life rn so i tried to finish a request. my work, social, romantic (somehow) life started to culminate in one but it's fine :D. a little rushed imo, so rlly sorry if it isn't good.

notes: gn!reader, fluff, slow dancing?

On some days of the Sunny, it wouldn’t be as bright and shiny. Whenever the ship traversed through harsher seas and rougher terrains, terrible storms would alway ensue. Some days you’d be lucky, and it would only be a drizzle and you were just confined inside. Some days you weren’t, and it would turn into an all hands on deck type of scenario. Thankfully, Nami had reported it was just a light rain, and the Sunny would pass the rainy patch in a day or two. That meant the entire crew was stuck inside. Robin and Nami would be in their respective offices; Robin in the library researching poneglyphs and Nami busy drawing maps. Zoro was probably asleep or training. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper would be trying to find some type of game they could play without wrecking the place. Franky was somewhere in his workshop building something new. 

You laid down on the dining table, arms out as you stared at the ceiling. Your boyfriend was busy in the kitchen cooking up a snack for you to eat, humming a nonexistent tune. You would be lying if you said you were happy with your current condition. You hated rainy days; everyone hated rainy days. As much as you all respected Franky for building the Sunny and decorating the inside, it was not stimulating enough to cure your boredom. 

Sanji seemed to take notice, letting out a little chuckle. “Why the frown, dear?”

“I’m bored.” You replied flatly.

“Do you plan on staying like this the entire day? Lying down in the center of the dining table like a sacrifice?”

“Yes. I would very much rather be a sacrifice than be stuck inside.”

"Surely you wouldn't occupy the table for the rest of the day. "

"Try me."

Sanji chuckled. “But I need to serve dinner eventually.”

“I’ll move.” You shifted your body, gazing at your blonde haired personal chef as he walked towards you, one of his hands carrying your favorite snack. He set it in front of your face, a warm and comforting smile on his.

“Don’t frown, okay, dear? As much as I love how cute you look when you pout, I don’t like seeing you sad. It makes me sad.” Sanji’s hand ran through your hair, ruffling it up a bit. You instinctively let out a chuckle at his action, reluctantly sitting up and taking the plate. Sanji got onto the table next to you, staying by your side as you ate the food. He watched you devour the plate without leaving a single crumb. You set the plate by your side, prompting Sanji to jump off the table, offering a hand towards you. With his ‘help’, your feet made contact with the ground again, your hand resting in Sanji’s. In a single motion, he pulled your body close to yours, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. 

Suddenly, music started to play from nowhere, serene jazz music filling the empty kitchen. You figured Brook was lurking somewhere on the rafters, just hanging by a bone and playing his violin. Or maybe it was a tone dial. Nevertheless, music filled your ears, blocking out the sound of the pouring rain. Sanji’s footwork was light as ever, making you unable to sense where he was or what his next move was. You could only tell by his breathing where he was, feeling the wind brush against your neck and graze your cheek. The chef held you close to his body, perfectly aligning it with his like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Sanji’s touch was gentle and reassuring, as if to convey all his love and affection through the warmth of his embrace. You rested your head on Sanji’s chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. With every step Sanji led, your worries and troubles faded away, love and affection filling the space. All your focus was on the man in front of you. The kitchen slowly transformed into your little oasis, a place of love and solace, rid of anxiety or stress.

Maybe some rainy days weren’t that bad after all. 

[talaok]

Can I kiss you?

pairing: Virgin!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader  summary: this is a sequel to -A helping...mouth- but can stand alone. You basically offer to help Peter out again. warnings: Verginity loss, unprotected sex ( sub!Peter x Dom!reader)  a/n:I was desperate to write some subby smut but I'll get back to the requests now.

pt.3

you were sat on the couch in the living room of the avengers tower, zapping channels, desperately trying to find something good. Everything looked tedious, and you were bored out of your mind. You checked your phone and much to your dismay, no new notifications had appeared. Hugh. you threw it on the cushion as you pressed the remote again. It was 4 pm and the sun was shining outside, brewing possibilities of all the things you could have done today, but there you were, on the couch, slowly going insane. Another car commercial appeared on the screen and that was it. You shut it off and got up. The only thing left to do was to bother your father. You sighed as you pressed the elevator button, maybe he was doing something interesting in his lab for once. The elevator's door dinged as they opened and for the first time in your life, you believed in miracles. Peter was right in front of you, standing awkwardly in the middle of the elevator. His face dropped as soon as he saw you, while yours lit up. What was a better cure for boredom than this? "hi peter" you smiled widely stepping into the elevator he swallowed nervously "h-hi Y/n" he basically whispered. You were staring at him, and he was doing quite the opposite, his eyes never leaving the floor. "How are you doing?" you asked, stepping closer to him. "I'm-I'm fine" "good" you looked at the button pressed "What brings you here?" his fingers twitched around the bag's handles he was gripping. "Mr. Stark asked me to bring him a thing" "Oh" you pretended to be interested "Is it like a secret superhero thing?" He glanced at you quickly before turning right back "Yes-Kind of" "cool" An idea came to mind. You just wanted to have some fun. "And what about the suit" you bit down a smirk "did you fix it?" His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped, his cheeks getting even redder than they already were. "Uh-I-" he cleared his throat "Yes" he nodded "it's fixed" "Well I'm just glad I could help" He stiffened and you smiled "I hope you didn't mind" You stepped closer to him again, you were now right next to him. "N-no I didn't" his eyes found yours, and you could see so much fear in them you almost felt bad "You were really h-helpful" he stuttered. "I'm glad" you grinned. "and you know" your hand found his hair, caressing it gently, as an almost interceptable groan left his mouth "I'd love to help out again" you toyed with the hem of his shirt "maybe we could help each other out this time" his chest was moving up and down far too quickly for him to be breathing normally. "wouldn't you like that?" you asked gently. "I- I would love that" he immediately spat out. Such a cute boy. "bu-but your father-" he started but you interrupted him. "my father has nothing to do with this Peter" your fingers guided his chin to look at you "Bu-but if he found out-" "we'll just have to make sure that he won't" you bit your lip "you're not that loud, are you?" His eyes widened, followed quickly by his mouth but you stepped away, a knowing smirk remained printed on your lips as the elevator doors opened and you stepped out, not sure whether he was ever gonna do the same or just become part of the elevator. Elevatorman didn't sound half bad. What's he doing there? Nobody knows, he's just there. Some say he used to have something to do with spiders. you laughed softly at the picture before entering your dad's lab. "hey dad, Peter is here to give you some super secret thing" "Ok, tell him to come in " Tony said, going back to his work but stopping to look back at you "and try not to torture the boy too much all right?" "Don't worry dad, I wouldn't dream of it" you smiled guiltily before getting out. "he's waiting for you" you said as you reached Peter, who had apparently regained the ability to move his legs as he was outside the elevator "And so will I" you whispered to his ear before stepping into the elevator again "15th floor, 1st room on the right" you said, waving at him as the doors closed. Finally some fun.

You had heard his steps outside 10 minutes ago and he still hadn't knocked. You could almost see him breathing heavily in front of the door, thinking about what he should say and panicking about wether he should even be doing this. You had waited but now it was just getting ridiculous, and plus as time passed, the possibility of him changing his mind increased, and you didn't want that. You really really didn't want that. "Hey there" you greeted him as you opened the door. His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened once again. "I was just about to-" he said panicked, before his expression changed to a confused one "h-how did you-?" You chuckled softly "I could hear you overthinking from the other side of the wall" "Oh" he said "It's nothing" you smiled reassuringly "come in" he did, stepping into your room like he was afraid a trap might fall on him any minute. You closed the door behind him and walked up to him. "did everything go alright with my dad?" you asked, tracing your fingers on his arms. "Y-yes, everything alright" he looked at his feet. "good" you hummed "Is this your room?" he looked around at the books-filled space. "yup" you said stepping closer to him "b-but you don't live here" You laughed softly " nope" you slowly intertwined your arms behind his neck "but I come here sometimes" you kept talking as you felt his breathing getting faster "So dad decided to give this room to me" you played with the hair at the base of his neck, twisting some locks between your fingers "You like it?" he glanced at you, so close to him he could feel every inch of you, and he put all his effort into spitting out some words, trying to at least look like he wasn't having a heart attack. "I-I do" he smiles softly "You read a lot" "I do" you did the same. You looked at his hands, frozen by his side, and laughed softly "you can touch me you know?" He blushed "I'm sorry I-" "stop apologizing Peter" you said, taking one of his hands in yours "here" you placed it on your waist "you like that?" he gulped as he could only nod shyly. "Do you want to use the other one too?" He didn't answer, he just slowly raised his hand to set it gently on your waist. You looked up at him and smiled. You couldn't help but do only that. he looked so soft, his pupils scanning frantically your whole face and his pinkish mouth parted, ragged breaths escaping it. You wanted to know what he was thinking. for the first time in your life, you felt like you couldn't fully understand a boy. they usually were quite frankly, simple. You batted your eyes and smiled at their jokes and they would text you asking you to "watch a movie" at their house. It was easy. But with Peter, it wasn't like that. He had many thoughts spinning in that head of his, and some of them you felt you could understand, but some other ones, they were harder to reach. And you liked that. you liked, for once, not knowing. "What are you thinking?" you asked His lips twitched into a shy smile. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself before he actually could. "Don't worry" you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek "I won't judge". Peter felt a shiver run down his spine, and he wondered at that moment, what he had done in his life to be so lucky. "Can I-" he looked at you shily "can I kiss you?" Your heart skipped a beat, as a warmth invaded your body. God, he was sweet. "Of course Peter" you smiled, leaning up once again to meet his lips with yours. He was unsure at first but as he calmed down your lips melted into one another, just like your two bodies. He smiled sincerely as you leaned away, for the first time since you had met him, seemingly careless. "Y-you're really beautiful" he whispered, and now it was your turn to blush. You didn't know how to respond, so you kissed him again, walking towards the bed until his legs hit it. He looked at you confusedly and you smiled "sit" He did and you didn't miss the opportunity to straddle him. Your lips found his again and your tongue started exploring his mouth, as your hips started moving on their own, earning little moans from him. His hands came up to your waist, staying there awkwardly as your hands roamed through his hair and back. "y/n" he murmured against your lips "shit" he whined as you kissed his neck. "mh-mh?" you asked, not stopping the trail of kisses you were leaving on his pretty neck. "I-I" he couldn't talk, and so you stopped to look at him. "what baby?" Fuck. The pet name made him groan lowly, only worsening the situation. he looked down at his crotch and you followed his line of sight, a very evident bulge prominent under his jeans. you smiled softly "It's fine baby" you stroked his cheek "actually it's more than fine" you chuckled "I'd be offended if it hadn't happened" "oh" he breathed a sigh of relief and you kissed him briefly before going back to his neck. Little desperate moans fled his mouth as you started sucking on a spot below his ear. You drank all those pretty sounds up, praying to never forget them as you watched his skin redden. "There " you said once the hickey was fully formed on his neck "now you're gonna remember me every time you see it" He laughed softly "I-I don't think I'm gonna need this y/n" You grinned, pushing him onto the bed "shut up" you murmured giddily before attacking his lips once again. You kept kissing him and grinding on his crotch, as he kept emitting low groans. You found the hem of his shirt and broke the kiss to take it off of him. Your hands immediately finding his sculpted abs and firm chest, exploring and tracing every line of his six-pack. he was immobile, mesmerized by the look of you, touching him where he had never been touched, making him feel things he had never felt. You kissed his pec quickly before leaning away to take off your shirt. Peter thought he was gonna die, and to be honest he wouldn't have even minded it. Your perfect boobs were squished between a white lacey bra, and peter tried, he really did, to take his eyes off of them, but he couldn't. You laughed softly "Would you like to take it off?" "Yes" he spat out, "please yes" he murmured as his hands unclasped your bra. He tossed it somewhere on the floor as his mouth slacked open. "shit" he said, looking at you for approval as his hands came up to grope your tits. You bit your lip just as he did, nodding while his hands gently touched you everywhere. You took advantage of this moment to let your hand travel to his crotch. A desperate moan left his mouth as you gently stroked his erection through his pants. "F-fuck" he pleaded, looking at you. "I know baby" you cooed "I'm gonna make you feel better" you ghosted his lips "I promise" He growled lowly. Your fingers found his zipper and you undid it, kissing his briefly before getting off of him to kneel in front of him. Flashbacks from the last time passed through his mind and he gulped nervously. "raise your hips honey" he obeyed eagerly and you pulled his pants off of him, getting up to admire him once you did, all of him. he blushed, and you smirked. Your hands found your skirt and you started to shuffle it down your legs but peter's thin voice interrupted you. "wait y/n" You tilted your head to the side "yes baby?" you asked, noticing his cock twitch at the pet name. "I- I have to tell you something" "what is it?" you asked sweetly "Well I-I" he avoided your gaze "I've never done this y/n" You smiled "baby" your skirt fell to the floor, and Peter started having serious doubts about whether or not his heart could take this. You climbed back onto him "don't worry" you kissed him gently "I'm gonna take care of you baby" you kissed him again "you just have to relax" you gripped his cock "i'll take care of the rest, alright?" He looked at you with those big beautiful puppy eyes before nodding eagerly, just the feeling of your hand on his cock almost killing him. You positioned his dick at your entrance and moaned lowly as you sank down on it. A series of ragged little breaths left his mouth, and he groaned loudly once he bottomed out. He put his hands on your waist and you bit your lip "good boy" you praised him, before starting to move up and down his length. "shit" he murmured "feels good?" you kept your pace "Y-yes" he growled thinly, unable to speak. "Good" you bent down to kiss him "you're doing so good baby" you gripped his shoulders "making me feel so good" you bit your lip "fucking me with your hard cock" he moaned "such a good boy" you kept looking at him as your moans intertwined, becoming one. As you bounced on his cock you noticed his eyes fixated somewhere, and you smirked softly as you realized where. "you can touch them y'know?" you raised your eyebrows and his mouth parted in stunner "I- just-" you cut him off, taking one of his hands to place it on your boob. He looked at you unsurely before you nodded at him, encouraging him to bring his other hand up, groping your other breast. He took them both in his hands, studying their every inch, as you kept up your pace, your thighs starting to tire slightly. "You like that?" you asked, "you like my tits?" "I-I do" he moaned desperately "they are perfect " he breathed out. You smiled, bending down again to kiss him, this time your tongue infiltrating into his mouth, drowning out his groans as he started getting closer. "Are you coming baby?" you asked sweetly "are you gonna cum inside of me honey?" you asked out of breath "fill me up real good?" He nodded, his eyes shut from the pleasure, as his mouth stayed parted, the same filthy little moans escaping from it. "so good" you praised him, going a little faster now "so good for me baby" "y/n" he whispered your name, and you realized he was coming "shit y/n" he continued. "Then cum peter" you put a hand on his chest to get more leverage "be a good boy and cum inside of me baby" you said, finally sending him over the edge. Desperate moans resembling your name came out of his mouth and they filled the room as you kept moving, letting him ride out his high. He opened his eyes once he was back to earth, and you couldn't help but smile at his cuteness. His cheeks were red and he was breathing heavily, so so so cute. "This was really fun" you kissed him before getting off of him to lay next to him. "It was" he agreed, staring at the ceiling before turning back to you, his brows furrowed. "But You- you didn't cum" he almost whispered, and you laughed softly "Don't worry baby" you shuffled his hair "It'll be for another time" Another time, Another time, peter thought, he had no idea if you had just said that to shut him up, but he hoped to god it meant what he wanted. 'Cause if there was one thing he knew right now, was that you were gonna be his only thought for yet another week.

[lykaios2]

If you’re still taking requests, if not you can ignore this, but what if Y/N wanted to do an experiment with Mikey, what comfort food is better on rainy nights, and Donnie gets really jealous cus FEELINGS!

Y/N: I didn’t ask you Don cus you’re more into science stuff.

Please and thank you

oml this took so long and I am sorry

it was due to a multitude of reasons, one of them being I really couldn't figure out how to write my ideas

btw this might suck but I worked too long on it and it would be rude of me to leave this request on read

also I add these titles as if these aren't the most basic pieces of writing ever but anyway

This Feeling We Call Jealousy

rise donnie x reader

cw: nothing because I lack the ability to put emotions into my writing

word count: 2522

Looking at your phone, your weather app showed that it was going to rain. How unfortunate. You had made plans earlier that day to hang out with friends at the park, but now they had to be canceled. Your excitement turned to disappointment as you started to head home, not having anything to do for the rest of the evening. You held out your hand, only to feel a few raindrops. As the rain started to fall, you started to walk faster. When you finally got home, you flopped onto your bed and sighed. Eventually, you pulled out your phone, looking for something to do. Instagram, Youtube, TikTok…nothing seemed to catch your attention. Finally, you decided to text the turtles. If nothing else, you could at least talk to them for a little while to cure your boredom. But who? Texting all of them was a little too much, and it might be annoying for one of them if they just kept getting texts over and over again. You decided to text Mikey, because he was probably not doing anything either.

-yo, what’s up? you doing anything right now?

-Eh, not really, just a little bit of drawing. How about you?

-well, I had plans to go to the park with some friends earlier, but then it started to rain so we had to cancel

-Aw man, that sucks, I’m sorry. What are you doing now?

-nothing except moping on my bed because I’m bored

-Why don’t you come over to our place? There’s plenty to do over here

-that’s a great idea! I’ll be over in like 20 minutes

You got up from your bed and started to get ready again. It was quick, just grabbing all the stuff you had packed for your trip earlier plus a few things. As you were leaving, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You picked it up to see another text, this time from Donnie.

-Hey, I heard you were coming over. Is this true?

-yeah, why do you ask?

-Well, I was just thinking that if you are coming over, you should stop by my lab. We could hang out. If you want, you’re not required to.

-that sounds good! I don’t really have a plan for when I get there, so I’ll definitely stop by for a little bit

-I would enjoy it very much.

You left your house and started the walk over to the entrance to their lair. You had to walk quickly because it was still raining, but all the better, it meant you got there faster. Coming up to the alleyway, you struggled to open the manhole that led down to your destination. Slowly descending into the sewers, you started to make your way down the long and winding yet familiar hallways. Eventually, you saw the light, telling you that you were almost there.

“Hello?! I’m here!”

“Down here!”

You were greeted by Leo from the bottom area. Not who you expected, you figured it would have been Mikey or Donnie, but you headed down anyway to talk to him.

“Hey Leo, how are you?”

“Doing alright. What brings you here?”

“I had some plans with friends, but we had to cancel because of the rain so Mikey invited me over because otherwise I was going to spend my evening completely bored.”

“Well, that was quite kind of him. Did you have any plans with him?”

“Not really, but Donnie wanted to hang out with me in his lab, so I suppose I should head there.”

“Good luck with that, who knows what he could do.”

“Oh shut up, I bet I’ll have a great time with him.”

You started to walk to Donnie’s lab, as just as you were about to say hello, you heard another voice call out to you.

“y/n! Over here!”

Donnie looked up from his work, only now noticing that you had arrived.

“Oh y/n, come in-”

“Hi Mikey! How’s it going?”

“y/n?”

“Not bad, I’ve been waiting for you!”

Donnie walked to the door and looked around for you.

“So, now that I’m here, what do you want to do?”

“You know, I actually have a few new recipes I wanted to try…” Mikey said while Donnie was walking up behind you. “Oh, hi Donnie. What’cha doin?”

“Well, I hadn’t yet noticed that y/n had arrived, so I was coming out to greet them. What might you two be doing?”

“Well, me and Mikey were just about to head to the kitchen. I hadn’t realized you were here, so I kinda already made plans with Mikey.”

“What about our plans? I thought I asked you to come to my lab.”

“Oh, I kinda got distracted when I was talking with Mikey. And I would have invited you, but I figured you probably wouldn’t want to just eat food with us. You know, because you like science stuff more. But I promise when I’m done, I’ll come hang out with you.”

“O-oh, okay, I’ll be waiting then.”

You and Mikey headed to the kitchen. He had plenty of new recipes to show to you, and you had been assigned as his personal taste tester. While he was preparing his first meal, you sat in the kitchen, patiently waiting, sometimes looking over at him to check on his progress.

“You know, it’s too bad we can’t take advantage of this rain. It would make a nice atmosphere.”

“Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. Although, I’m not quite sure how it could work. If you wanted, we could just sit up on the rooftops after we’re done down here.”

“That sounds good to me. But I don’t want to keep Donnie waiting too long, I do feel a little bad for making him wait.”

“If you want to, you can go spend time with him, I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s okay, we’re already here, and plus I promised to spend time with him, and I’m not going to back on my word.”

“If it’s really okay with you.”

Mikey finished up his first dish, and you got to try it. It was quite delicious, just like almost everything he ever made. The second dish wasn’t as good, but it didn’t taste terrible. You ate a few more before you couldn’t eat anything else.

“Man, I’m full. Those were pretty good, Mikey.”

“Thank you, y/n. You know, if we go fast enough, we might be able to catch the sunset from the rooftops. And anyway, a little walk might help with digesting all that food.”

You followed Mikey as he showed you the way all the way from the sewers to the tops of the buildings. You were able to find one that had a good view of the sunset. You sat down, letting your body take a well deserved rest.

“Ah man, I’m beat. The sunset is amazing, though.”

“I know, right? This is my favorite place to watch it.”

“And with the rain, too…”

As you watched the rain fall and the sun go down, you and Mikey sat in silence. That was, until a notification came from your phone. It was Donnie who had texted.

-I hate to be a bother, but I was just wondering if you two are done yet?

-oh, you’re fine. yeah, I can be down there in a second

“Who was it?”

“It was just Donnie. I told him I’d be heading down to his lab.”

“Ah, okay. Well, you two have fun, I’m gonna stay here for a bit. You know the way back?”

You nodded as you started to head back to the lair.

Retracing your footsteps, you made your way back to the lair, and into Donnie’s lab.

“Hi y/n. How was your time with Mikey?”

“Oh, it was fun! Mikey made me so much delicious food, and then we went and watched the sunset. It was really nice.”

“Oh, yeah, totally. Must have been fun.”

“What were you doing while I was gone?”

“Uhm, you know, that’s not important…”

Donnie turned slightly away from you. He didn’t want to share what had actually happened.

After you left with Mikey, Donnie went back to his lab, a bit disappointed. He had wanted to spend time with you, but now you were just off with his brother. It was okay, though, because you had promised to come back and spend time with him, right? You wouldn’t break a promise to him. That’s why he loved you so much. You were so trusting, and he felt he could be so open around you. It was something he struggled with, but around you it just all went away. So when he saw that you had chosen to go with Mikey instead of him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit pained. He didn’t have anything to do now, so he just laid on his bed in silence. What could he do now? He had planned out an entire evening with you, but now it was all messed up. He didn’t know what to do now, except wait for you to come back. You were all he could think about.

“Hey, where’s y/n?”

Raph’s question startled Donnie. He wasn’t expecting to be bothered.

“Oh, they’re hanging out with Mikey.”

“But I thought you had plans with them?”

“Well…I did. Then Mikey got to them before I did. And now they’re somewhere with Mikey.”

“And you wanted to hang out with them?”

“Yeah…”

“I see. Did you have anything you wanted to do with them?”

“Well, I had something I was gonna give to them. But other than that, I just kinda wanted to spend time with them.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, idk…I like how they make me feel.”

Raph came in and sat on the bed, next to Donnie.

“How do they make you feel?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but it almost feels like…I can be myself around them, and they don’t care. They’re…yeah.”

“Sounds to me like you have a little crush~”

“No I don’t. That’s absurd. You’re crazy.”

“Are you sure? This is a judgment free zone, you can tell me anything.”

“…”

“So?”

“Maybe…”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes. You know, I think it’s cute that you have a crush on them.”

“I guess, but…it’s weird. I want them to be happy, whether they like me or not, but whenever I see them having a good time with someone else, I can’t help but feel a bit angry.”

“Hm, I think I understand. You’re probably feeling a little jealous, no? But I think it's just your feelings expressing themselves.”

“I don’t know, I’m not good with feelings, even my own.”

“Well, I think you could solve all of this by just telling them how you feel. Get all of your feelings out, and things will work themselves out from there. All your pent up feelings are starting to cause problems.”

“What? No, I could never. They probably wouldn’t like me back anyway.”

“You never know until you try. Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“Raph, I don’t want to right now…”

“I could help you if you want-”

“I said NO, Raph! I don’t want to! Leave me alone!”

Raph was taken aback, only now realizing what he had done.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone for now, you can do what you want. I’m not going to force you.”

At this point, Donnie was so overwhelmed that he simply began to cry. The emotions had become too much to handle, and letting himself cry was the only way he could calm down. Thankfully for him, no one bothered him before he was able to compose himself, and return to waiting.

“Was it really that boring that you don’t want to tell me?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’d really want to hear about it.”

“I mean, whatever. If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. I’m not going to make you.”

“Thanks. Uhm, I did have something I wanted to show you though…”

Donnie pulled out one of his new inventions. That was how it usually went whenever you two were together, he showed off his cool inventions and you admired them. This time, though, he had one to give you. It was a small device, and you weren’t quite sure what to do with it.

“Push in the little button on the bottom.”

You did as he instructed, and the device popped open to reveal what looked like a flower.

“It’s a little lily. I know they’re your favorite flower, so I, uh…made one for you. It's not alive, but that just means it will last for a long time. I even put in a scent emitter, so it smells like a lily, too. And it’s small enough to put in your pocket. Do you like it?”

You smiled.

“I love it, it’s so small and adorable. I almost can’t even tell it’s fake. I appreciate it, Donnie.”

Donnie smiled back. As you continued to admire the little machine, though, Donnie’s thoughts drifted elsewhere. Back to what had happened with Raph. He didn’t want to think about it, but this often happened when he had nothing else to do. As the thoughts flooded his head, his expression slowly turned from happiness to that of melancholy. as you turned back to thank him again for his gift, you noticed the solemn look on his face.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You okay?”

“Hm?”

“You look like something’s wrong. Is there something on your mind?”

Donnie knew the answer was yes. He wanted to be honest with you, to tell you what he was truly feeling in this moment, but he didn’t know if he could. But you had been honest with him as long as you had known him. It would be wrong of him to not return the favor.

“Well, yes, there is.”

“Do you wanna share?”

“As much as I want to say no, I would feel bad for keeping you in the dark about this any longer.”

“…about what?”

“y/n, I…I like you. And before you say anything, let me finish. I just…y/n, you’ve always made me feel happy. I’m not going to deny that fact. You’re so kind to me, I always feel that I can truly be myself around you. It’s nice, I enjoy that feeling. And so, that’s why…I have a crush on you.”

He had his legs up on his chair now, curled up in a ball, and he was avoiding eye contact. You walked over next to him.

“Donnie…that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Do you mind…if I give you a hug?”

Donnie shook his head.

“Thank you. You know, I’ve always enjoyed our time together, I hope you know that. You’re a good friend to me, and I care about you. So, if you want to…date me…then I wouldn't be opposed.”

Donnie looked up at you now.

“You really wouldn’t?”

“I really wouldn’t.”

Donnie hugged you so fast you were startled. He was happy now.

[call-sign-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 4

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

Main Masterlist Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist

a/n - hey girliessssssss! sorry that this one is kinda short but what i'm gonna do is just try and post a chapter every day so that u didn't have to wait so long! hope thas okayyyyyy xx

I'm still in the hospital. Which is very convenient. Note the sarcasm. I can't do much all day except go on my phone which got very boring after a bit.

But my friends visit me every now and then. Mostly Mav, Phoenix or my mate, Thomas, who moved with me to San Diego so that I wouldn't be fully alone. But he can't really visit as much because he's an accountant and his boss has made him work a lot of overtime.

Phoenix was currently visiting and telling me all about how Hangman was being a massive dick and him and Rooster nearly got in a fight about Rooster's dad.

"Yeah, he lunged for him! If the guys didn't hold him back Hangman would be waltzing about with the biggest black eye." It made my brows furrows and lift my lip in confusion.

"How did that make him so mad? Like me and Rooster always argue but he's never gotten that angry..." I was really confused, what the fuck did Hangman even say?

"I wasn't really listening to what they were saying, me and Bob were talking, not paying attention because we thought it was a normal argument they have." Wow... Maybe I should talk to Rooster, as if he's going to tell me though, he hates me. Phoenix checked the time on her watch.

"Right, I've gotta go... Training... I'll come back when I'm off duty?" I nod as I bid Phoenix goodbye.

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I've been on my phone for 4 hours since Phoenix left. I'm now addicted to Candy Crush, Subway Surfers and Episode. I'm in the middle of playing Subway Surfers when I heard a knock at the door. It was Dr. Hunterson. She's always been lovely to me.

"Hi Y/N, there's someone here to see you?" She said it as a question, basically asking me if I wanted to see them or not.

"Send them in, anything to cure this boredom." I chuckle out, Dr. Hunterson laughed as she closed the door. A few seconds later, someone walks through the door. I looked up at them.

It was my mum.

"Y/N! Oh my god! I would've come sooner had someone told me earlier!" She set her bag down on the floor next to the chair she then sat in.

I sat in silence, not even looking up from my phone. I couldn't talk to her, let alone look at her. I continued with Subway Surfers.

"Y/N? Why are you ignoring me? We haven't spoken to each other in 7 months!" She laughed as she spoke. I slammed my phone down on the bed and finally turned to look at her, I glared at her.

"Why the fuck did you lie to me about dad? Why couldn't you have just told me the truth?!" You could practically taste the venom in my tone. I was fucking seething.

My mum didn't utter a word. He mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to say something.

"What? Can't speak?" I was absolutely pissing incensed. Why the fuck would she lie to me for so long?

"I... I... I don't know what you want me to say?" She had a guilty smile on her face.

"I want you to tell me why the absolute fuck you would lie to me saying dad just didn't want to be in my life anymore when he stopped visiting me?! And guess what is the funniest thing? Dad told me himself! Yeah! He told me." Mum had tears streaming down her face.

"When you want to act like an adult, I'll talk to you then..." She grabbed her bag off the floor and left the room.

"Fuck you!" I shouted as she closed the door. When I want to act like an adult. Tsk. Fuck her. I am a fucking adult.

I'm just going to have a bleeding nap, cannot be bothered staying awake right now...

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I was woken up to yet another knock at my door. When I sat up and said come in, I saw Bradshaw.

"Just the person I wanted to see." I say sarcastically as I turn to face away from the door.

"Vandal, I just wanna say I am really sorry... I must have accidentally pressed something... I did not mean to take it this far... You may not accept it but I just want to say that I am really really sorry..." I turned to look at him and his face was filled with remorse.

I didn't like this look on Bradshaw. I wasn't used to it. At all. I'm a lot more comfortable with him having anger on his face while looking at me. He seems really guilty... Maybe I should forgive him, I mean... He does seem to actually regret it.

"It's okay Bradshaw... I've made that mistake before... Except... I actually killed the girl..." Bradshaw looked up at me with shock on his face.

"W-what?" He sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed, leaning forward.

"I may as well tell you... Me and this girl, Sox, we were doing a training exercise, but with actual missiles, trying to shoot a target..." I began to tear up. "As soon as I shot the missile at the target, Sox got in the way... Luckily I only shot the wing, but when she pressed the button to eject her seat..." Tears were streaming down my cheeks, I was trying to hold in sobs. "It didn't eject, so all she could do was wait till her jet crashed and hoped she would live. She didn't."

Bradshaw sat there, in shock, mouth agape. His face changed to a sympathetic expression.

"We were best friends, she was the first friend I made after moving here, to San Diego... Her family somehow forgave me, I can't even forgive myself. They said that it wasn't my fault. It was. I'm the reason she's dead. If I hadn't shot that missile, maybe she'd be here at Top Gun, and not me." I was borderline sobbing at this point. My body was shaking. My breath uneven. Eyes dead set on the plant pot in the corner of the room.

"Vandal, it is not your fault, you didn't know she was going to fly in front of the missile. You had no intention of hurting her. Don't blame yourself..." I immediately began to shake my head, disagreeing with him.

"No. No. It is my fault Bradshaw. I shot the missile. I am at fault. I killed her... If it wasn't for me, she would be alive. And I'm going to have to live with that. Until the day I die." I couldn't stop the crying now, even if I wanted to. I haven't talked about it since it happened. Not even to my therapist.

"Vandal, it's okay... I promise you, it wasn't your fault. From what you've told me it was a training exercise gone wrong... You are not at fault for anything…” His words were filled with reassurance, and coming from him, it actually meant something. Although it didn’t totally get the idea that it was my fault out my head, it put my mind at ease.

I gave Bradshaw a tight lipped smile as my eyes darted between his gaze and my bruised hands.

"About this... rivalry, that we have... Can we just call it quits?" Bradshaw finally spoke up after a while of silence. I looked at him with a smirk.

"What? Finally realised that I'm the best and you're second place?" Bradshaw laughed as he shook his head. He looked back up and has a smiled with his eyes.

"Absolutely not... I am never going to accept that sweetheart..." The nickname made my eyes widen. Sweetheart? He's called me that before but never in the tone he just used. It sounded almost, flirty? I don't know, could be nothing. That is Bradshaw's personality after all.

"Guess it's just really tiring, and..." I gesture to all my cuts and bruises on my body with a laugh. "This... but don't worry Bradshaw... won't hold it against you." I chuckle as Bradshaw leans back in his chair and does the same.

"Truce?" Bradshaw stuck his hand out. I took his hand and shook it with a tight smile. I wish it didn't take me almost dying for us to stop this. Maybe it was the only way? I'll never know.

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Platonic Miguel O'Hara x Reader part 2

Hey hey everyone, thank you for the love and support on my first fic, it was an absolute blast to write. this latest idea popped into my head not long ago so gotta get it out. without further ado lets get into it. warnings: slight angst but fluff at the end, possible spelling errors but double checked on grammerly. word count: 987

It's now been a month since you joined Spider-Society, the many adventures you've had were just phenomenal, taking down more bad guys than you thought possible. You couldn't have done it without Miguel's help.

One day you were mooching around HQ, You went looking for Miguel but he was nowhere to be seen so with that you rang Jess.

"Hey Jess do you know where Miguel is ??"

"Oh he's on a mission right now on Earth 873 why do you ask ??"

"I haven't seen him all day that's all"

"Gotcha now, Don't worry honey he'll be back soon"

"Thanks, Jess"

With that you hung up, beginning to wander around HQ then deciding to stumble into Miguel's office. Now no one is usually allowed in without permission, but yet again boredom needed to be cured and you would be in and out with no problem. After getting past the creepy robot-looking thing, you stumbled into his office Immediately heading to the platform you began to mimic his movements and voice.

"My name is Miguel O'Hara"

"I am the best Spider-Man of all Spider-Man"

It was pretty fun to be honest, almost feeling like you were Miguel. But as you continued, a swipe of your hand activated his holo-computer. You immediately were going to turn it off, but for one reason or another your brain said "Let's look at canon events and anomalies"

Alas, you did look, checking all past and present anomalies, the Kraven the hunter you fought, the Italian Renaissance vulture Gwen fought. The canon events were a different story, looking into every one of them broke your heart. But then something caught your eye, it didn't have a name, but it was a video file.

You didn't think twice before you clicked on it and the video opened, it was Miguel, but there was also a young girl. Who was she ?? As the video continued on the little girl called Miguel dad, He had a daughter. Her name was Gabriella or Gabby in Miguel's saying. The two looked like they were having a blast together, Gabby got a little mischievous and tapped her cupcake onto Miguel's face and the frosting stuck there, you couldn't help but chuckle.

The video ended with Miguel having a huge smile on his face, something that people say was extremely rare to see. You then decided it was enough then shut off the computer. but as you did Miguel was standing right in front of you, he must've got back and seen you watching the video. He easily blended in. but oh boy was he angry when you shut it down.

"Miguel !!!" You shouted with fright as he was standing there.

"What were you doing ??!!" He said in a tone which made your blood run cold.

"I..I..I…I didn't mean to, I was bored and.."

"Why were you watching that video !!??"

"I thought it was a recording from a mask during a mission" Miguel was seeing red at this point and turned around from you.

"Y/n…. leave now" his voice was firm, it wasn't a request, it was practically a demand.

"Miguel I'm sorry OK I didn't know…" You tried to grab his wrist to turn him around but that would be a big mistake.

"I said get out !!!!" Miguel then swiped his hand at you, his claws sticking out and scratching your face.

"AH," You fell to the floor before looking up at Miguel, now scared of him. You brought your hand to your face where he scratched it and looked back down at it, a tiny bit of blood.

Miguel realizing what he just did snapped out of it and looked at you with a sad expression.

"Y/n……… I……. I"

Before he could say anything, you immediately swung out of the room, wanting to get away from him as quickly as possible. Miguel felt heartbroken and guilty, he hurt you. One of the many promises he made to himself that he wouldn't do.

You got checked out by Spider-Doctor to make sure it wasn't bad, it wasn't thankfully. Just a flesh wound, it'll barely leave a scar. After some disinfectant, she sent you on your way. You immediately headed back to your room in the facility and locked yourself away, not wanting to make anything worse.

A few hours later you heard a knock at the door, you went up and opened it a smidge to see who it was, but quickly shutting it once you saw it was Miguel.

"Y/n I just want to talk.."

"You hurt me.."

"I know I didn't mean to.."

"Still didn't give you the right to do that"

"Y/n….. please"

You could hear his voice slightly break, making you a bit sad. he was just trying to apologize for what happened. But you also needed to give him an apology, so with that, you opened the door again this time enough to let him in.

As soon as you opened the door he immediately swallowed you into a tight loving hug, you couldn't help but hug him back.

"I'm so so sorry kiddo, I didn't mean to hurt you"

"No, it's my fault… I shouldn't have gone through your computer, it's mostly my fault"

"I would never ever want to hurt you, I shouldn't have done what I have done, please…. can you forgive me El amigo ??" (Buddy)

You looked up at him and hugged him tighter.

"I forgive you Miguel" you whispered

Miguel smiled as he brought you to your bed, laid you down then wrapped his arms around you. That safe feeling came back. He knew cuddles would make you feel better.

"Thanks, Miguel"

"it's ok y/n. it's ok"

Y/n sighed contently as they snuggled closer to him. feeling safe and content. Miguel didn't deserve you sometimes, but he will forever be glad he has an amazing friend like you.

taglist:@callofdudes

[eternalchaoschocolaterain]

The Most Powerful Waitress

Chapter five (my personal fave)

Chapter one: School's out

Chapter two: I'd hire me

Chapter three: No cure for me

Chapter four: Rinse and repeat

Chapter six: I don't know

Chapter seven (final chapter): No one knows

@whatwouldvalerydo since you asked 😊

Patience

‘Well it’s not my fault your filing system is so dumb!’

Merula dumped the last forms on the desk and stomped out of the office in the law department. Of course! She should’ve known a desk job wasn’t for her. This had been the most boring morning of her life. Checking forms and putting them in the right place? Who even considered that a job?! The work of her colleagues, who had worked themselves up from the absolute pit of boredom, sounded almost worse. Holding meetings, going over notes, filling in forms. This job would not get better in the future. Good thing they fired her now.

But that did mean she would have to find a new job again. Where the fuck was she supposed to look now? Merula stopped at the large fountain in the centre of the Ministry’s Atrium. The bottom was layered with coins from people wishing better for themselves. For a moment she contemplated making a wish too, but what good would that do? If you wanted something in life, you had to work for it.

So, what else could she do? She sat down on the fountain ledge and watched the people bustling about. Busy, busy, busy. Did they all like their jobs? They had to, right? How else did they get out of bed every day? People walked in all directions, paper airplanes flying over them. Sometimes they stopped to greet another with a smile. The sounds of their conversations echoed through the big hall.

‘How’s your day?’

‘Good! How about you?’

All empty small talk. This couldn’t really be what life after Hogwarts was all about, could it? Conforming oneself into a mindless worker bee. No. She thought back to her first job this week. Priya hadn’t seemed like a mindless worker bee at all and neither had anyone else there. That job would’ve been a good fit, but stupid Lee and Sarah had to go and ruin it for her. Everything would’ve been fine without them. And it wasn’t her fault the other jobs were just stupid as fuck. If they hadn’t fired her, she would’ve quit. No, her fourth job would be much better.

Fourth job.

Fuck. At this rate she’d become the laughing stock of the entire society. Something had to change. Her mind raced over all the possibilities, until she couldn’t ignore what all her experiences had in common. It had to be her, hadn’t it? Everyone complained about her. Too rude, too angry, too stubborn, too much of everything. Even Quinn had called her out on her temper. She let her fingers glide through the fountain water, making slow circles. Maybe if she had been slower to react at Lee and Sarah she would still be a part of the cure research team. Her lips twitched and her throat felt dry all of a sudden. Fuck, she needed a drink.

Only a few people were at the Three Broomsticks, probably because most people had jobs to go to on a Thursday afternoon. She ordered a mallowsweet butterbeer and sat in an empty corner of the cozy inn. The sweet liquid warmed her a bit and she watched Madam Rosmerta and the few other patrons. She laughed with a few who seemed like regulars and Merula realised she usually looked happy like that. Suppose she actually liked her job.

‘Hey! I’ve been waiting here for 20 minutes already.’ A man yelled from a table at the front of the inn.

Madam Rosmerta’s smile changed from effortless to something that looked a little less real, but she didn’t say anything when she came over to him. ‘What would you like?’

‘I don’t know, what do you have?’

Without hesitation Madam Rosmerta prattled of a list of drinks.

‘I’ll have a butterbeer. And you need to clean the table. I can’t drink if it’s this dirty.’

No commentary still. Madam Rosmerta just got out her wand and cast a cleaning spell before getting the butterbeer. She handed it to him in silence, still giving him her usual smiley service, but that was it. Realization hit Merula, that’s the attitude others wanted her to have. Calm and patient. It didn’t look hard, she could certainly do it. She needed a bit of practice and if she did, she could work anywhere. All she needed was the job. Madam Rosmerta had always been kind, at least she wouldn’t deny her because of her name. She finished her drink and followed Madam Rosmerta back to the bar.

‘You want to order something else?’ Rosmerta asked, her effortless smile had returned.

‘What’s it like to work here?’

Her smile grew. ‘It’s the best job I’ve ever had. Busy at times and sometimes I need a deep breath,’ she side-eyed the man for a split second, ‘but overall I love creating a place where people can come and relax. I’ve been a listening ear and shoulder to cry on for many. My favourite are the returning costumers. Some have become dear friends over the years. Why do you ask?’

‘I’m looking for a job.’

Madam Rosmerta looked around the pub, for what Merula didn’t know. but she seemed satisfied when she answered. ‘Come into the back for a moment.’ Merula followed her to a door behind the bar. It led to a room stacked to the ceiling with large labelled barrels. They halted in the middle of the room. ‘I could use the help, but aren’t you worried you might get bored here? I’ve heard some of your conversations over the years and I thought you had other ambitions.’

Of course she did. Who but Madam Rosmerta dreamed of working in an inn? But what else could she do? The few options she had, she’d ruined and she’d only picked them because they didn’t sound bad or least bad. It wasn’t- It wasn’t like she knew what she wanted.

She hugged her body. How did the Most Powerful Witch not know what she wanted? Everyone knew what they wanted. She’d heard conversations between Quinn and her friends. They knew what they wanted. She squeezed her upper arms. Whatever, there was one thing she wanted right now and that was to become patient like Madam Rosmerta. Which she would and she decided there was no sense in lying.

‘I do, but I don’t know what I want right now.’

She said it as fast as she could without stumbling over the words, but they still left a bitter taste in her mouth.

‘That’s okay. I suppose you can work here until you do. Can you start tomorrow?’

‘Yeah sure.’

‘Good, come by around two, that’s when its quiet. I’ll have time to show you the ropes before the evening round starts.’

They talked a bit more until another costumer interrupted them to order. Even though her body still felt heavy, her mind had stopped swirling. She could focus on her new goal: from tomorrow on she’d become the Most Patient Witch. Let’s see who’d fire her after that.

Casual wear is what Madam Rosmerta had told her, so Merula had chosen to wear her black ripped jeans, a green shirt, her black leather jacket and her trusted black boots. Stylish and assertive if she said so herself. The job itself was easy enough: taking orders, bringing orders. Anyone could do it. But the constant smiling and friendliness that Madam Rosmerta expected her to do, to reflect ‘the cozy and laidback atmosphere’ of the pub, got on her nerves after only a few minutes. But it was fine, this is what she came here to practice.

The afternoon progressed slowly and the pub became more and more busy into the evening. Meals had to be served and the smell of grease filled the inn, battling against the perfumes and body odours of the costumers. Demands for drinks increased. Costumers called her from all sides, shouting over the noises and the music or waving, some even lit up their wands to draw attention to themselves. Despite the obvious rudeness of it all (didn’t anyone know how to wait anymore?!), she hadn’t made one outward complaint yet. She was doing great.

‘Merula, come join us!’

She whipped around when she heard her name to see Haywood smiling and waving at her, at a table with Barnaby, Tonks, Egwu, McNully and Quinn, who looked a little surprised. She felt a stab of guilt at her look. Quinn had owled her, asking about her day and telling her about the decorating. The letter was somewhere in the library and she hadn’t even started a response, too frustrated to talk about yet another failure. She suppressed a grimace, but walked over anyway. Someone would have to take their order.

‘What are you doing here?’ Quinn asked and before Merula could answer, Haywood and Murphy had their own questions.

‘What have you been doing? I haven’t seen you since we got off the train.’

‘You know, I did not calculate the odds of bumping into Merula Snyde.’

For some reason that opened the floodgates and everyone started talking over each other. How her interviews had gone, did she have a job, didn’t she hate the Three Broomsticks for being crowded?

‘Can’t you just order some butterbeer? I have more tables to serve,’ she shouted to get over their noises. That stunned them all into silence. When the silence lasted too long Merula waved her notebook around. ‘Do I need to spell it out for you? I work here and if you haven’t noticed, you’re not the only costumers this evening, so I can’t afford to be caught slacking off. I don’t want to get fired again.’

‘Again?’ Haywood’s eyes widened.

Fuck. Why had she let that word slip?

‘It’s my fourth job this week. Apparently, I’m rude and difficult to work with.’

‘The fourth time?!’ McNully shook his head. ‘The odds of that are astronomical. I’ll have to do some calculating.’

‘It must’ve been a rough week for you,’ Quinn said and Haywood nodded.

‘Rough week?’ Egwu snorted. ‘I expected this. Look at her, if she glares any harder the table’s going to explode. You’ll be looking for another job tomorrow.’

Merula gritted her teeth. ‘If you’re not going to order something, I’m going back to work.’

‘I’ll come order at the bar when we’re ready.’ Quinn shot her an apologetic look.

Merula gave her a curt nod before hurrying off to the bar. She should’ve kept her mouth shut. Now all those idiots knew about her job troubles, just what she needed! Deep breaths. She’d show them she could keep a job. She’d keep this job and make them eat their words when she was still here next week. A large stack of empty mugs and dirty plates stood behind the bar, with Rosmerta nowhere in sight. Good, that meant she had an excuse to ignore costumers. She turned her back towards everyone and charmed the mugs to wash themselves. At least the dishes didn’t talk back or judge her. The stack slunk rapidly and her nerves felt less frayed with each passing moment. She could do this.

‘Oi! Waitress!’

She shut her eyes and took a deep, deep breath, before turning around with a look that she hoped didn’t spell murder, only to be greeted by a grinning Quinn leaning on the bar.

‘Three butterbeers, two pumpkin juices and a black tea.’

‘You think you can order me around?’

‘I couldn’t pass up the chance, could I?’

Tease. Merula fought to keep a smirk from her face and began working on Quinn’s order. ‘I think you should’ve.’

‘Oh?’ Quinn practically glowed. ‘I can’t wait to show you my place tomorrow. We’ll be finishing up the decorating later, so it should be all ready.’

‘All of you?’

‘No, just me, Penny and Andre. I’m sorry about him by the way.’

She shrugged. Egwu had never liked her, first because of who her parents were and now because of, well, her own actions. Dickhead. Someone like him would never understand what kind of pressure she had been under. She finished the order and put it all in front of Quinn, who made no move to leave. Not wanting to look like she was slacking off, Merula took a cloth and ran it over the bar.

‘How’s your job so far?’

Quinn’s grin faltered a small moment. Hardly noticeable, but it was there and Merula made a mental note to ask her about it tomorrow. ‘It’s good. I have a few nice colleagues. We got a tour around the office, which is big. They told us about the work we’re going to be doing, but we didn’t do any real work yet. How’s your job? I suppose things didn’t work out yesterday.’

‘I’ve decided to practice my patience- Don’t look at me like that! I can admit I have one flaw.’

‘I didn’t mean-, I’m just a little surprised is all, but I think it’s brilliant that you want to work on it. Seriously. You’re amazing.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’ Her cheeks grew warm. ‘I know. Now go bring your friends their drinks. I’ve got more work to do.’

Quinn waved her hand to get the mugs floating in front of her. She made a quick kissy face at Merula, which did nothing to cool her cheeks. In an effort not to let others see her like this she gathered some more empty mugs and dirty dishes. She focused her attention to one side of the inn as much as she could, so as to avoid Haywood’s questioning looks and McNully’s attempts to turn her life into his statics. As the evening went on she entered a sort of rhythm, taking orders, bringing orders, doing dishes. Again and again. A routine that already bored her, but she could handle boring if it meant she could find a real job after this. She’d prove herself.

Madam Rosmerta seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once, carrying endless mugs between the tables. With a smile on her face she swivelled around flailing arms like she saw them coming, never spilling a drop. She made small talk with everyone, something Merula didn’t seem to be able to manage. She didn’t get beyond ‘how’s your day?’ and giving some sort of smile when they answered. None of the strangers here had anything interesting to say, so what was she supposed to talk about?

After a while Quinn came up to the bar again.

‘Ready to order another round?’

‘No, I just wanted to say I’m leaving.’ She held up a letter. ‘My first assignment got dropped off at my place. So, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘They’re giving you an assignment now? I thought it’d be more like a 9-5 job, being at the ministry and all.’

‘It’s not, but I’ll explain more tomorrow.’

‘Alright, good luck.’

‘You too.’ Quinn smiled and went to the fireplace.

The later it got, the more butterbeers got swapped out for stronger drinks. Costumers got louder, more jovial and at times even generous. Turned out smiling at strangers had some perks. But some got ruder and more demanding. The good thing that came with the increased demands was more dirty dishes. Who would’ve thought she’d sort of like doing other people’s dirty dishes? But they were a perfect excuse not to interact with people.

She had to serve Quinn’s friends a few more times and hear about them gushing to each other about their jobs. Seemed like they all were doing exactly what they wanted. They kept trying to ask about her, especially Haywood, but after ignoring all their questions they seemed to get the hint. Through it all she managed to stay calm and sometimes even nice. Just a few more days of this madness and she would be ready to try for a real job again.

A guy had settled himself at a table near Quinn’s friends and she went over there to take his order.

‘What do you want?’ She greeted him with a smile.

He smiled back, staring right into her eyes. Mouth slightly open, eyes wide. Did someone stun him or what? She shuffled her feet and looked at his forehead to avoid his boring gaze. If he didn’t speak up soon she’d leave.

As if he knew that she wanted to leave, he finally spoke, though still with that dumb look on his face. ‘You’re really pretty.’

‘I know.’ That was the holdup? Like she needed him to tell her. ‘Are you going to order something or what?’

‘Can I order a date with you?’

‘No.’

‘Why not?’

Too dumb to understand the word no. Of course. ‘Because I don’t want to. Just order something to drink already.’

‘Why not? I’m really nice once you get to know me.’

‘I don’t care.’ Merula rolled her eyes and went back to the bar.

What an oaf. He wasn’t even nice now, no need to get to know him. It would probably only get worse. She made sure to help some other tables before returning with cherry rum and honey mead to Quinn’s friends. She deliberately ignored the guy, Rosmerta could help him.

‘Just go out with me.’ The guy tugged on her jacket.

Merula jumped back. ‘Don’t you fucking touch me!’

He made a face, but Merula stomped off before he could utter more bullcrap. Fuck, this would be a real test for her nerves, but she could do it. The Most Powerful Witch could do anything, even not destroy someone who clearly deserved it. She focused on the other costumers, tried to keep her glares to rude costumers to a minimum and to stay as far away from the guy as she could.

‘Merula!’ Haywood called her over when she got near again.

‘More cherry rum?’ She looked at Haywood’s rosy cheeks. It was just her and Tonks now.

‘Nooo, I wanted to ask if you’re okay.’

‘Yeah, what was that about?’

‘Just an insufferable twat trying to ask me out.’

Tonks burst out laughing so hard her hair went through the full rainbow. She choked out some words between the chortling. ‘You? ‘e, ‘e asked you?’

What was she trying to say? That she wasn’t desirable? That no one could ever want her? Fuck that, she should tell her exactly- She balled her fists and took a deep breath. No. Not doing that.

Just a few more hours and you can take it all out on your dummy back at home.

She’d destroy that thing until she calmed down again. However long that would take. Just a few more hours in here. She could do it. She could keep a job and not add to McNully’s statistics. Fucking McNully. Who calculated statistics on their classmates?! Whatever, there better be some dirty dishes at the bar. But instead of dishes the guy leaned on the bar. Nope. She turned to find Madam Rosmerta. Let her deal with the git.

‘No, no, wait! I want to order now.’

Madam Rosmerta wasn’t anywhere near, so Merula took a notebook and waited for the guy to speak.

‘Oh, uh, I want a butterbeer and… chips.’

She scribbled it down without responding and handed it to the kitchen. Then she turned her back to him to do the dishes.

‘What would be your dream date?’

How braindead was this guy? She fought the urge to turn around and throw a mug at his face.

‘Just give me a chance.’

‘Dude!’ She whirled around. ‘I will never date you. I don’t like guys and even if I did, I’d want one who understood the word no.’

A few people were looking now and some women held up their drinks as a cheers to her. See, it wasn’t her fault. Everyone could see that this guy had air for brains. Fucking twat.

‘You’re not a lesbian.’

‘I’m a walking stereotype!’

‘Just one date.’

‘Fuck off!’ She whipped out her wand. ‘Or I’ll make you.’

‘Stop that!’ Madam Rosmerta had rushed over and looked between them. ‘What’s going on?’

‘He keeps trying to ask me out.’

Madam Rosmerta’s face darkened and she turned to the guy. ‘You keep harassing her and I will ban you from ever coming back, understood?’ He nodded. ‘Now go back to your table.’ She turned to Merula when he left and touched her arm. ‘Don’t raise your wand again, please. If he gives you any more trouble, come to me. I don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour from my guests.’

‘I’m not fired?’

‘No, but this is a warning. Just come look for me next time, alright?’

Merula nodded and went back to the dishes. When the kitchen had the chips ready, she looked around, but Madam Rosmerta wasn’t near again. Fine. She’d bring it. She hadn’t set him on fire yet, she could manage for one more interaction.

‘Come join me.’ The guy patted the empty seat next to him. ‘We can have these chips together.’

Ignore him. You can do it.

‘Just one date. I promise you’ll- what the fuck!’

Butterbeer dripped down his face, chips got in his hair, his shirt, his lap. The plate and mug crashed to the ground, shattering to pieces. The guy kept shooting daggers at Merula, but she didn’t care. He was lucky she hadn’t smashed that mug in his face. Costumers from tables all around them fell silent and looked up. Laughter rang out from a table close by. Merula whipped around. Tonks. Of course. Her hair went through all colours again.

‘You want to be next?!’

That seemed to do nothing but fuel her laughter.

‘She’s mad! She threw it all over me.’ The guy whined and Merula turned to see that Madam Rosmerta had joined in the mess.

‘Och, sod off! You probably deserved it. Get out of my pub and don’t you dare ever coming back here.’

He turned his glare to Merula. ‘This is your fault. I’ve you’d just given me a chance-’

‘Get out!’ Madam Rosmerta put her hands on her hips, eyes glowering. The guy shot one last glare at Merula. When he left Madam Rosmerta turned to her. ‘I’m sorry, Merula, but this shouldn’t have happened.’

‘It was an accident!’

Madam Rosmerta raised an eyebrow.

‘I didn’t plan for it to happen.’

‘You should’ve planned to get me. I would’ve kicked him out before this happened. I’m sorry, but I have to let you go. I told you to come look for me. I get that he was a complete arse, but you can’t do this. Costumers like that aren’t a rarity. I fear this just isn’t the job for you.’

‘Whatever.’

‘I hope you’ll find a job more suitable for you soon and you’re always welcome back for a drink.’ Madam Rosmerta looked apologetic. ‘I’ll clean up this mess.’

For a moment Merula stared at her while she cleaned up the mess, then she felt an arm around her shoulder.

‘That was amazing.’ Tonks hiccupped against her, still laughing. ‘S’that how you got fired from your other jobs too? I wish I could’ve seen it.’

‘Fuck off.’ She shrugged her arm off and made a beeline for the door. The sooner she got home the better. That dummy still needed some destroying.

[bleedingquill]

strums [e. williams]

pairings. ellie x fem!reader

synopsis. ellie plays a tune for you.

warning/s. none

word count. 1k

note. don't you just stare at your person and thinks 'shit they're so beautiful and i love them with my whole existence i want to cry'? no? just me? anywaaaayz inspired by this cover aaaand uh wrote this while listening to pasilyo by sunkissed lola. (it's a filipino song but you can search up its translation. its a wonderful song i promise!) also recommends listening to the song !! idek what this is but it has ellie in it so it's something sfkhdslk

you are bored out of your mind.

you were supposed to hang out today with ellie but jesse came knocking on her door insisting that she come with him because he has "something" to show her. it's been two hours since. that leads you here, in her house, sitting on her bed. dying of boredom.

you spotted ellie's guitar on the corner of the house near her table. you've seen her play it a couple of times before so you're not strangers with the guitar. you picked it up praying that ellie doesn't stab you in the neck for touching her stuff. but hey, you're bored and hopefully this will cure it.

you went back to her bed and positioned the guitar on your lap. now, you're not an expert. hell you don't even know how to play. you're just strumming the strings just to have something to do.

you try to copy ellie when she's playing but you scarcely recognize the melody she played for you before. the thoughts of ellie stop the movements of you fingers. you try not to think of it, but god, her tattooed forearm, her fingers, her voice. just the sequence of events of ellie in front of you, playing her guitar for you. it makes you somehow warm on the inside. the way she would maintain eye contact while singing in her silky voice.

the sound of the door opening put a stop to a reverie your currently having. the sound of boots hitting the wooden floor is now prominent and you realized ellie's home. you hastily tried to put down the guitar but you were seconds late. and before you knew it she's already a few inches in front of you.

"ellie," you breathed, feeling somehow caught. she, mumbled a 'hey' back and proceeds to remove her thick jacket. you continue to place the guitar down when ellie stopped you by grabing it by the neck.

"sorry, i took too long. jesse's being an ass and not letting me leave." she said with a little laugh. she sits beside you and placed the guitar on her lap, she hangs her arms in position that mimics playing.

"i was just dying, man. because of boredom." you replied, stretching the 's' in because. she responded a little 'i know' while laughing.

you groaned and glared at her and she just softly smiled at you. that smile, you wanted to kiss slap that smile off her face. you averted your eyes and settled it in the guitar instead, prompting her to look at the guitar too.

"hey uh, i want to play something for you." she said while staring at the guitar as if she's talking to it. but of course, she's talking to you. who else would she be talking to?

you fold your legs in front of you and wrapped your arms against it. and placed your chin on your knees and nod with a small 'okay'. she cleared her throat and began strumming.

it's soft. like you can literally feel the love and adoration just by listening at the melody. you wanted to close your eyes and let your ears enjoy the tunes that gradually pours out of the guitar. but ellie, does she look angelic. the way she's humming with every strum, her hair in its usual bun with bits and pieces falling, perfectly framing her face. her eyebrows slightly scrunched due to concentration.

the sunlight pouring out of her open window 15 minutes before sun sets. golden hour. it hits the side of her face perfectly, seemingly making her glow and god, her eyes. the way the sun reflects on it, making it appear lively and bright green colour. it's so lovely it makes you want to cry.

you softly smiles and admire the melody and ellie. just by staring at her makes your insides warm and your heart full. you feel contented yet feels like something is missing same time. how long have you been feeling like this?

you wanted to cherish ellie, you wanted her to stay with you and you only. you wanted just to look into her eyes and get lost in them.

you feel at ease. always have when you're with ellie. she feels solace. she is your solace. you realize that now.

you didn't even noticed that the strumming has stopped. not until you felt her hands on your cheeks. she swiped the tears that fell from your eyes and runs in your cheeks.

"you're crying." she softly whispered.

[cinnamon-bunni]

Once More, With Needles

Rating: T Word count: 4.3k Relationship: Gen (Medic & Scout) Warnings: Canon-typical gore (like, as much as you'd expect from Medic), body horror

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Hey there! This fic was written for @a-scary-lack-of-common-sense's AU, their Job Switcheroo AU! I was heavily inspired by this AU and just fell in love with the characters, so of course I just had to write something <3 I decided to go with Medi-Scout and Engie-Med, as they were the first ones i fell in love with (but honestly, all of the characters are already so good <33) If you haven't, i definitely recommend checking out the AU, as well as OP's art in general! He makes some great stuff :)

I really hope you enjoy! &lt;3

Medi-Scout watched the baseball game that was played on the small TV that sat precariously on his medical cart–Boston Red Sox versus Detroit Tigers–with vague interest. In all honesty, with the way his cap was pulled down far enough that it obscured half of his view, and how he slouched in the cheap office chair with his feet propped up on his medi-pack, he was on the verge of just falling asleep due to boredom. Other than the few times the Tigers did some outrageous play against the Sox, the game really couldn’t keep his attention all that well. He was bored out of his mind–hell, he wouldn’t even mind having someone to dissect; just open them up a little bit, poke around a bit, until his boredom was cured by something else.

Thankfully, his favorite patient (read: the one who always tested his patience) knocked on the open door before letting himself in. The clicking of his boots against the cement ground had warned Medi-Scout before his voice could say anything. He raised his cap upwards a bit to see, and sure enough, Engie-Med was there, creepy-ass smile and all, and was fast approaching him.

“Germs, good morning!” the man greeted. His hands were behind his back as he approached, until he planted himself next to the operating table. The overalls he wore were drenched in dried blood–which was hard to tell, because they were already a brown color, but the splashes of red of fresher blood made it easier to tell. They’d been like that for a few days now from what Medi-Scout had seen, and he wondered how long the newly named Engineer had been working on himself. His face, other than that huge fucking smile, portrayed unease. Ludovic always seemed to know how to creep someone the fuck out. “I hope I am not interrupting anything?”

Germs’ eyes darted back to the TV. “Sorry man, but as you can see, my time is being used up with some very important work. Have a full schedule over here, if it ain’t obvious.” The sarcasm didn’t drip off of his voice, it was fucking pouring off of it.

“Good!” Ludo replied, voice ever chipper, “Because I need a medical professional to look at something for me–a bit of a problem in my hand, you see.”

Germs sat up and stretched his hands overhead. “‘Kay then, just take a seat on the table, I’ll take a look at it.” Ludo complied, lifting himself onto it, while Germs stood up to stretch his legs. The newly named Medic always did enjoy seeing what monstrosity Engie-Med would create with his own body. The man, last Germs had seen, was cutting himself open to stuff in some titanium in his body, as well as drafting blueprints for more complicated contraptions he wanted inside of him. It was interesting, in kind of a weird, fucked-up morbid way, but a part of Germs kinda enjoyed to see the work Ludo would do–even if it did always had to be him to clean up the mess.

“Alright then Ludo, lay it on me: what sorta damage did you do this time?” he asked, walking over at a leisurely pace. “Did you put some more things in that arm of yours? Let me guess–mini saw blade? Another pair of scissors? How about a can’a Bonk for me?”

Ludo laughed and shook his head. “No, I am afraid to say it is a bit more…complicated than that. You know, blood problems, things like that.”

Medi-Scout frowned, and made a motion for the other to show him his hands. “What, as in problems with circulation or somethin’? What could’ve you done that woulda done tha–holy fuck what the fuck happened to your fucking hand?” 

Ludo’s smile never faded, but more creases of worry appeared on his face. “Aheh. Well, you see, as I said: blood problems. After doing a bit of work on it last night it seems that the hand has lost blood! And a lot of it.”

A lot was an understatement. Ludo’s right hand, after what seemed to be poorly done jobs of setting and resetting the bone, was crooked from healing incorrectly. His fingernails were nothing but shortened and cracked from obvious miscare, and the cuticles were all bloody and ripped to shreds, open wounds that bled from mistreatment. There were pieces of metal that came out from underneath his skin on the back of his hand, only to dip and go back, without a doubt for the weird experimental shit that he had inside of his hand that went up all the way through his arm. All of that, however, was not the worst part. The entire right hand was shades of a darkened purple and gray. The fingers looked the worst, with a dark, almost-black color filling them instead of a normal, healthy color that a person should have. Holy fucking shit.

“What the fuck happened to the circulation? You do know you need that, right? That you need blood for your hand to work? Because it’s kinda essential for your hand to work, you moron.”

Ludo scoffed, but there was no anger in his voice, or anywhere on his face. “Of course I know I need it! That’s why I came to you!”

Germs stared at the hand for a few more seconds, then looked up to the other man. He wasn’t quite sure what emotion he was feeling, but his quiet “what the fuck” was the best explanation to what was going through his head. He gently grabbed the hand, the slow movement giving room for Ludo to say anything, before turning and examining the hand. From the wrist he could see large, horribly done stitches to keep the skin together–not from injuries or cuts that were healing, but because those were the spots the items would pop out of from his arm, and it was a way to keep it closed until he needed something like a knife to come out from the contraption that was inside of Ludo’s arm.

Germs pushed up the sleeve–he struggled a bit, the buttoned-up cuff that was too form fitting being hard to push up against the fucked up forearm, but Ludo used his other hand to properly grab onto the dress shirt sleeve and bring it all the way up to his shoulder, to where it bunched up against his red sweater vest.

The engineer’s arm wasn’t in any better condition than his hand. It was littered with long, fucked up stitches, in similar condition of his wrist. All of course were there for the same reasoning, to have a spot where the tools could come out of his arm, but jesus fuck was it hard to look at. The purple-gray tone to his arm certainly didn’t make anything better.

“Well, my guess–just a thought, by the way, just a random guess here–is that you have a bit too much shit in your arm. Just a bit.” Germs poked and prodded at the arm, feeling around the stitches. “And this stitching job is great, by the way. Better than mine, yeah?”

Ludo’s smile never faded as he crooked his head to the side. “You are being sarcastic.”

“Of course I’m being fuckin’ sarcastic! Dammit, it’s like everyone here is useless without me.” He sighed, and let go of the arm. “I don’t even know how you expect me t’fix this. Unless you already got some sorta plan-”

“I do, actually!” Germs watched with a blank stare as Ludo fished out folded up, bloodied blueprints from the front pocket of his waist apron, held down by a belt. He then held it out for the medic to grab, a friendly yet terrifying smile on his face. “I began drafting them this morning,” he said as Germs started to unfold the print, “and I finished it just a few minutes before coming here.”

The blueprints were hard to read. A mix of the folded creases, bloodied spots, and poor handwriting made Germs squint to read it. He soon realized that the majority of the writing–what he could decipher, anyway–was in German. The only English that was written went along with the circle that was around the design of the machinery and an arrow pointing at it, reading “put around + in upper arm!” which was finalized with a crudely drawn smiley face.

He looked back up at the engineer. The smile on his face was wide, and the creases of worry grew. “Well, I never said the design was well-made, but I assure you that the real thing will be better in quality. It will simply just direct more blood into my arm and hand and sort of–aheh, push its way into my hand. It will work, trust me.”

“It better,” he said, handing the blueprints back over. “I ain’t putting some faulty machinery in you because you think it might work.” But in all honesty, Germs wasn’t all that picky; he trusted Ludo, believe it or not, and if he said it was safe enough to use, then Medi-Scout wouldn’t have too much hesitancy with stuffing random shit into the man’s arm.

“So, how ‘bout this,” the medic continued. He pointed at the top of the upper arm. “I put your weird machine thingy here,” he trailed down the arm, “and all the weirdo blood-pumping-slash-forcing-blood-in lines inside. And then I can even fix up your shitty stitches for you! Free of charge.”

“Yes, how kind of you,” Ludo replied, “truly, I’d be useless without you.”

It was sarcasm, but Germs still smirked at the praise. “Yeah yeah, I’m amazing. Now go get that thingamajig already and let me see it.”

The pair worked well into the evening. Dinner had been missed, with Mikel knocking on the clinical doors and shouting that they could get leftovers in the kitchen once they were done. Ludovic yelled back in acknowledgement as he sat on the medical table, and Germs was busy opening up his arm. From his wrist all the way up to his upper arm, Medi-Scout cut him open, and Ludo only twitched a few times in pain.

“I stopped feeling things in that hand after the first few implants. Especially in the fingers,” the engineer explained with a smile. “Probably should have thought there was something wrong. Oh well!” Germs had no idea how the hell to put Ludo’s contraption into the arm. Germs kept looking for the right place to start, bringing it close to the shoulder, only to bring it back to him again. “It’s simple enough, Germs. I made it with you in mind, afterall.”

“Yeah okay, thanks chucklefuck. That makes everything easier for me.” Germs stared at the arm for a few seconds before giving a low grumble. The main module of it–a circular thing, with a clasp that let it open and close with ease, and a shit ton of wires connected to it–was supposed to be on the arm, right below the shoulder, where it could then do whatever the fuck it’s supposed to do with Ludo’s blood. The main problem Germs was finding were the wires; he was sure there was some sort of intricate way Ludo expected him to place the wires, and he didn’t want to fuck that up.

He quickly changed his mind about this in about three seconds though, as Ludo gave a quiet, “any day now, Germinoma.” So, Medi-Scout clasped it on the arm, and started shoving wires just about everywhere and anywhere he’d felt would need the blood. Which were a lot of places. Jesus fuck the arm hadn’t even bled for the whole ass five minutes it’d been open. Again: cool, but in a fucked up, morbid way.

Hooking up the blood circulation system and making sure it actually did its job was a bit of a pain in the ass. In the end the wires and other mechanical bits were just about everywhere–many pieces not so much inside of the arm anymore, but out in the open, with metal openings back into the arm and to hold them in place, where everyone could see. It was not a pretty sight, not at all; the stitches had disappeared thanks to the work of the medi-gun, but they’d only come back after a few uses of the arm. It was still a disgusting color, but they watched with bated breath, and both released it with mirroring sighs when Ludo’s arm went from a purple-gray color into a slightly less purple-gray.

Plus, his cuticles started to bleed. Which was only a good sign.

“Wonderful!” Ludo exclaimed, hopping off of the table. “Danke, my friend. You have helped me a great deal.”

“Yeah yeah, I know, I’m pretty great,” Germs said. He couldn’t help the proud smirk he had on his face–he supposed in the same way Engie-Med couldn’t help the crazed smile he always wore–and Medi-Scout, not for the first time since he picked up the job as the resident medic, felt a satisfied feeling deep in his chest. One that told him that this was right.

“Just come back over if it gives you any trouble. Or if you find some other way to fuck up your hand again.”

Ludo rolled his wrist in slow movements. “I might just take you up on that offer,” he said. He shot Germs one last creepy-as-fuck smile. “But for now, good night. Hopefully dinner was kept warm for us.”

Germs waved the engineer off before turning his attention to cleaning up the infirmary a bit; he could get dinner afterwards, once he was done shoving the medical utensils back into random drawers and kicking the medi-gun back into its place of being right in front of the TV. It didn’t take all that long really, and he was able to spend the rest of his night in blissful boredom. He was also able to spend the next day the same way. A quiet day-in was nice, if not a little slow. But he had the whole day to himself, and Germs spent that day without anyone busting the door down. It was pleasant, if not boring. But those days were few and far in-between, so he relished it as much as he could.

It was only the day after that did Ludo knock on his door again. As a formality of course, as he entered right away once he did.

“Oh. Back already?” Germs asked. “Two days–that must be a new record or somethin’.”

“Aheh. Well, what can I say? I’ve been busy.”

“Which is great for me, by the way. I loved so much how I had to jury-rig your blood system thing, that I am ecstatic that I have to do it again. Really brightens my day, you know.”

A forced laugh came from Ludo. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m afraid it is my other hand that will need attention.

A sigh left Germs. “Alright, what did you do now?”

“I’m glad you asked!” Engie-Med, with excitement clear in his face, walked with a pep in his step to reveal left hand. The once perfectly normal left hand was now not so perfect.

“Dude. What the fuck is that?”

“Needles!” he exclaimed. The hand, while still a natural and alive hue, was pale from blood deprivation. All of his fingers, sans index, had a metal piece that protruded at the end of his fingers–almost as a covering of sorts, or perhaps a replacement of the fingertips. Before Germs could ask him to clarify, thin and very sharp needles popped out of the metal pieces. Ludo did indeed gave himself needles in his fingertips. The fuck.

“They’re retractable,” Ludo explained, not retracting them. Which, yeah, was fine because Germs totally felt fine with the engineer moving the hand around and flexing the fingers with the pin-point needles inches away from his face and felt perfectly safe with this engineer and his dangerous body modifications. “And I am also planning on maybe having screwdrivers too!”

“Dude, your hand is gonna be fucked up, just like your other one,” Germs said, shoving down the urge to admit that that sounded like a pretty cool idea, despite all of the obvious health risks there was with shoving metal inside of a human body. He didn’t focus on it, because Ludo’s right hand, the one decked out in crazy shit, caught his attention once again. “Like, what the fuck happened to it over the two days?”

“Oh! Funny story actually.” Ludo gestured with his still-unretracted-needles hand to the blood circulation system. “You will be very happy to hear that it is working! My hand has been filled with a lot of blood.”

“Okay yeah cool, that doesn’t explain why your fingers are fucking dying.” Ludo frowned at that, and looked down at the hand, while Germs hadn’t stopped staring at it. The right hand, still crooked and now with new, fresh stitches made by the engineer, had a healthy-ish hue to it. It was certainly better than it had been before, but the fingers were still a dark gray color.

“Yes, I sort of ran into that problem a bit ago. The hand is getting plenty of blood and yet,” Ludo looked back up to the medic and shrugged. “Nothing. Still dying.”

“Which shouldn’t be happening,” Germs insisted. He looked back down at the hand–it really was still a healthy color. Yeah, there was a bit of an abnormal purple hue to it, and sure, the cuticles bled far too much and were probably filled with too much blood, but it was fine. What was not fine were the still darkened and dead fingers.

“And you didn’t even get to shove needles into those ones,” he commented.

“I know! Truly a shame.” A sigh left Ludo. “Perhaps one day I can add something else to them that can make them shine.”

“You know I think that’s probably just adding to the problem. But yeah no, go ahead and add more shit. Sure it’ll do wonders to that hand of yours.”

“But! That is not why I came to see you, my friend.” He raised his left hand up, and finally retracted the needles back, making it look at least vaguely normal. “It is this one that I need you to look at. I’m dealing with a bit of a, uh…aheh, jam, so to say. At least I think it is, anyway.”

Germs blinked. “Jam?”

A smile grew on the engineer’s face. “Well! As you can see, my forefinger was the only one I did not modify to have a needle point. That is because I decided to make it into a finger gun!” He even formed a little gun with his hand, giving a “pew pew!” for emphasis. His smile became one of worry. “And it is not firing, no matter how much I mess with it. It is harder to mess with it with only one hand, I’ve found. So why not find someone who can use both his hands and is already acquainted with my work? A second pair of eyes and opinions, so to say.”

A sigh left Germs. “Aright, yeah man. Just get on the table already.”

The workload this time, when compared to jury-rigging the blood circulation contraption, was quite small. Especially since Germs decided he’d look at the hand with dying fingers another day. Ludo could wait like twenty-four more hours, it’d be fine.

Cutting into the hand revealed a shit ton of titanium lining along his bones and muscles. Not as much compared to the other hand, mind you, but Germs was sure it was still an unhealthy amount. He messed around with the mechanisms for the needles for a short bit–Ludo watched silently as he did this, with the needles coming out and back and out and back as Germs stared with a slight fascination with it all.

The same could not be done with the index finger. It had metal wiring and such, just like all of the other fingers, and yet nothing happened when he poked or prodded at it. Germs frowned. He rolled in the stool that he sat in to get a different view of the arm; he pushed to get the squeaky wheels to move, until the hand in question was directly in front of him, with the fingers pointing toward him. He kept poking, even trying to move the different metal bits to see what’d happen. A piece–which Germs guessed was some sort of piston–was stuck, and didn’t move as the other counterparts of the piece had.

“Ich habe es dir gesagt, it is jammed." Germs glared at the man, who met him with a smile. 

“Gee, thanks. Your insight really helps.” The man simply shrugged, and Medi-Scout focused back on his work. He tried more pressure, more force in moving the piece–he was met with nothing but a bit of fidgeting from the engineer. “The hell could’ve gotten stuck in there?” Ludo gave another shrug as an answer, and the medic sighed. “Cool, that’s just great.”

A lot of yanking and pulling on the piece made Germs the victor, only by brute strength on the thing. In the end he moved it a few centimeters backwards, but that was good enough. He was able to poke and prod in this new space, which worked just fine with him.

“Wait, I think I got it.” Germs narrowed his eyes as he focused on his work, with Ludo craning his neck forward as much as he could to look over.

“Dude, what the fuck.” Germs worked harder, hunched down closer to the arm to get a better look. “Is that a fucking bone shard?” In the small space was, indeed, a small bone shard. He was able to pull it out, thankfully; it was drenched in blood, but Germs knew his way around the human insides enough to easily recognize it. “What the fuck are you even doing to your body?”

“Science,” Ludo answered with ease. His smile never left his face–in fact, it grew with his answer. “And engineering. Sometimes the things in the body get in the way.”

“You do know that you still need your bones to, I don’t know, function, right?”

Ludo simply laughed as a response. What took place next only took seconds to happen, but both men watched with alert eyes. How, as Medi-Scout attempted to move the metal-piece-possibly-piston back into place, started to activate, now with nothing in its way. They watched as the piston moved further and further, and followed it by an ear-splitting bang. And they realized in horror that the finger gun did indeed work now, as blood started to soak the bottom half of Medi-Scout’s shirt.

“Fuck!” Ludo was quick to pull his hand back away from Germs. Germs, hand down and putting pressure against the wound, pushed with his feet to propel himself to a few feet away from the table; the wheels shrieked loudly from the abuse, but it fell on deaf ears. Arriving at the medi-pack, he kicked the backpack piece hard, and strained to get the gun portion to point it at himself.

“What the fuck, dude! You fucking shot me, asshole!”

That damned smile of his never left the engineer’s face, but at least it was one of worry and concern. “Aheh. At least we fixed the problem, ja?”

The medi-gun slowly closed up the wound, though it did not do anything about the pain, nor the bullet that was still inside of him. “Oh yeah, thank God we did that. Good thing nothing bad came out of it, yeah? I’m having a grand ol’ time, asshat, if you couldn’t tell.” Germs held the medi-gun against his lower abdominal region for a few more seconds before pulling it back. He felt around the area–no blood or open wounds, but the bullet was still inside of him, which caused only a bit of internal agitation. It would be fine, he was sure of it.

He used the gun to also close up Ludo’s arm, which somehow hadn’t bled out that badly despite Ludo’s movements with said open arm. Which was a shame, because a major loss of blood would’ve been just fine with Germs, just as a small form of payback for fucking shooting him. 

Ludovic rolled his wrist and stretched his fingers as Germs put away the medi-gun. “Well then! With that figured out, I can finally move onto my next projects. What do you think about me adding a mini saw blade to my right pinkie?”

Germs blinked, and realized that Ludo was waiting for an answer. “You do know that I won’t help you with it, right?”

“Ja, ja, of course.” Germs hated that they both knew it was a lie. If Ludo needed help with anything, especially if it pertained to the human body, Germs would be there. It was his job as the medic after all. Besides, he found joy in the weird work.

“And I’m guessin’ there’s no way I can get you to be more careful so you don’t shoot me again?” Ludo’s smile grew, and Germs already knew the answer to his question.

In the same vein of Germs’ joy of being a Medic, he knew Ludo would never stop being an Engineer. Not from creating things and stuffing said things inside of himself, probably not until he ran out of room in his body for the modifications–even then, Germs had a feeling that he would reach out to the other mercs to continue his work. But the engineer reveled in his work, and took extreme joy in fucking up his body. 

Both had found gratification in these roles that they played. So Germs wouldn’t ask Ludo to stop, never seriously–and besides, Ludo was arguably his favorite patient. Even with the visits that ended with Germs being shot, no he will never forgive the engineer for that, he still found joy in the work. The whole team did, they loved their newly discovered roles. So Engie-Med would always put machinery inside of him, and Medi-Scout would always be there to be apathetic and sarcastic towards the whole thing, despite loving any chance he had to show off his skills.

And he was perfectly content with that.

[honeydew-sillies]

"Takenaka's Cure for Boredom"

A Mob Psycho tickle fic !!

word count: 2,446

a/n: I've had this sitting for around almost done for a bit and figured I'd cut it off where I did so I could finally post it! Will hopefully write a sequel eventually... no promises. Shoutout to these two for being my favorite ever. Next on the agenda is Takeritsho... mwahahaha !!

warnings: none aside from light swearing!

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"D-don't!"

Momozo felt the sly grin on his face grow ever so slightly larger. Across from him sat Kageyama Ritsu, both sitting on the latter's bed.

They had been doing their individual homework together the whole afternoon, Momozo texting the other that his weekend tennis practice had been called off. Well, "doing homework;" it was more so Ritsu trying and failing to get Momozo to pay attention to anything other than his phone, and in turn also getting distracted.

(He didn't normally have too much of an issue focusing, but it wasn't Momozo's fault the kid never took any breaks.)

The distraction currently being the way Momozo had confidently stated "I'm bored," before setting his phone down, shooting a glance at the younger boy sitting next to him on the bed, and slowly bringing his hands up as "claws," inching in Ritsu's direction. As he seemed to have made a very ANNOYING habit of doing recently.

"Don't what?"

"Do not tickle me! Takenaka I swear to god-"

As selfish as it may have been, Momozo always relished in how skittish he could get the "Mr. Student Council, Straight A's, Mature and Serious Pretty Boy," which was a facade that he had seen through almost immediately. And not because of his telepathy. Ignoring the part of his brain that groaned at how grossly cheesy it was, the older boy enjoyed being able to see this side of Ritsu.

"Okay, so you're telling me that you really do not want me to tickle you? Is that right?"

The brunette bit back a fond laugh as he watched Ritsu squirm ever so slightly. He noted the small smile that the other was trying very hard and failing to bite down, the way his cheeks were already a lovely shade of pink, and how he was very clearly hesitating in confirming that he most definitely did not want to be tickled right now. Momozo quirked up an eyebrow as if to say ‘I know you’re lying.’ He did that often.

This kid was so easy to read it was almost annoying at times. Almost.

"Hey! N-no fair, you can't use your telepathy, that's cheating!"

Momozo barked out a laugh, grin widening. Normally, he would've grown irritated at the accusation; but with Ritsu, it was far too much fun messing with him for Momozo to be angry. Poor kid just gave himself away, too.

"How many times do I have to remind you, I'm not using my powers. People can say a lot with their eyes and body language. Plus you’re, like, super easy to read."

He watched Ritsu swallow as the boy realized his mistake, once again floundering for any attempt at control over the situation. If Momozo didn't immediately shut down the train of thought, he probably would've said it was cute. Gross.

"W-wait, but my eyes were-"

"Saying that you want me to tickle you? Yeah, I picked up on that."

Growing impatient, Momozo dashed forward on the mattress while Ritsu was still taken aback from the "matter-of-fact" statement. The shorter of the two let out a yelp, scrambling to get away from his assailant, but to no avail. Not only had Momozo had a head start, but he was also just a tad stronger than Ritsu due to his practicing for club and his height. …At least Ritsu liked to tell himself that.

Momozo put on an innocent smile at the friend underneath him; Ritsu's head had found its way to his pillow on the way down, with Momozo resting his hands on either of Ritsu's sides as he kneeled next to him, towering over him just enough to keep him in place. And as much as a show the raven-haired boy made of squirming around, it was clear to both of them that he really wasn't trying to get away. Plus, if he did want to, he had the strength to do so at any time.

"Takenaka!" Ritsu very nearly whined, biting his lip as the wobbly smile on his face became more prominent.

"Mmhm?"

Ritsu threw Momozo what was apparently supposed to be a sharp glare, though there was no clear malice behind it. Embarrassment, maybe, but not anger.

This was so unfair. It was so… childish. Definitely not something a serious, mature and perfectly ordinary middle schooler would spend time doing. So why, Ritsu asked himself, was his stomach filled with a buzzing excitement? Why did he already feel the giggles bubbling up in his chest, and why was it fun? Why was he having fun?

Normally, the only person who could ever get away with and actively tickled Ritsu was his older brother, Shigeo. And occasionally Sho, which was becoming more common, though that was embarrassing just to think about. Momozo has been a… new addition to Ritsu’s “I actually enjoy your company more than an acquaintance” list.

Which had, once again, somehow turned into his “you’re allowed to tickle me without getting telekinetically slammed into a wall (on purpose)” list.

What’s worse was Momozo’s telepathy; it had unintentionally caused Ritsu to allow himself to be more honest with the brunette, which meant not being able to keep up his totally serious and responsible front all the time. The invisible threat of his thoughts and emotions being free to read created a nervousness in Ritsu, making him state more things outright instead of trying to cover them up like he normally would.

Which also meant revealing a more playful side not often seen by anyone, other than his older brother and family.

Hence the situation at hand.

“L-let me go!”

Speaking of telepathy, the more excited a person got usually meant the louder their thoughts got, both subconscious and not. And esper’s thoughts tended to stand out more to Momozo’s hearing in general, though he wasn't sure why. Probably some sort of weird power energy thing.

At least he wasn’t doing it on purpose when he heard ‘Oh my god just do it already this is awful this is so embarrassing he's so-’

“You could very easily get away if you wanted to, Kageyama.”

Ritsu let out an indignant growl. It was anything but intimidating.

He flusteredly spat out, “You’re so annoying!” and what Momozo also hears is ‘Please don’t make me admit it-’

He sighed almost fondly; he had been pretty mean, what with knowing how much anticipation got to the other boy. Maybe it was time to do what he had actually planned to after getting bored with his phone and work…

Ritsu let out another squeaky yelp as he finally felt the hands around his sides squeeze firmly, the hypersensitivity from being on edge having built up to the point where he couldn’t stop the first surge of laughter to cascade from his lips. It was slightly high-pitched, but still boyish and sporadic and somehow so perfectly Ritsu.

But if there's something else that is most definitely Ritsu, it’s being stubborn as all hell when he feels like it. So, instead of fighting back (which Momozo would make a point of bringing up later), the younger boy smacked a hand over his smiling mouth, muffling his laughter as he instinctively squirmed away from the fingers kneading into his sides once more. He tried weakly to roll from side to side in an attempt to dodge Momozo’s hands, which followed him no matter where he went.

“Aw c’monnnn, it’s no fun if you don’t laugh…”

Ritsu shook his head, shoulder bouncing ever so slightly with the laughter that was being held back.

Okay, new tactic, then.

Momozo took a moment to focus more than he had been previously, staring at the boy underneath him with a menacing grin as he projected his own thoughts:

‘I know you want to laugh. Come on come on come on just laughhh you are so boring-’

Ritsu jumped from the startle (he would never quite get used to that power), and let out a few muted giggles behind his hand, narrowing his eyes at the other boy as if to challenge him. He thought back, loud and clear,

‘Eat shit-’ Before very clearly stifling a laugh at whatever look just crossed Momozo’s face.

“Alright, jackass. If you want to be like that then…"

At first glance, most if not all people would not expect Takenaka Momozo to be a “playful” individual; he was cocky when comfortable, sure. Stand-offish, socially anxious, and hardly ever outright playful. In the same way the telepath was allowed to see a realer version of Ritsu, Ritsu was shown a different side of the former as well. And, in all honesty, he regards this fact fondly.

…Except right now.

The raven-haired boy only had time to exclaim a quick “NO!-” before he fell into louder laughter, audible even behind the hand clasped over his mouth. The cause of this laughter of course being the fingers that were once kneading into his sides moving to massage his lower ribs instead; even being so kind as to pay special attention to the sweet spot between the two lowest ribs, causing Ritsu to arch his back upwards and let out what could only be considered a squeal. His face was most definitely burning up now.

“Wow, was that a squeal dude? Forgot how ticklish you are…” Momozo noted nonchalantly, the teasing lilt in his normally aloof voice driving Ritsu mad.

“Shuhut UP! I’m nohot even thahat- NAHA-!”

Whatever Ritsu was about to say was very rudely interrupted by another even higher-pitched round of laughter. Momozo was quick to disprove Ritsu’s claim by turning back and squeezing one of the latter’s knees; he narrowly avoided being kicked while Ritsu’s torso leapt forward instinctively before falling back against the bed. His body had very nearly gone limp, as it did when worse spots were targeted.

Ah, right, he really didn’t have much of a tolerance to strong tickling. Momozo smirked.

“Not even that huh? Didn’t catch that.”

“OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAY IHI’M SORRY! TAKE! SHIHIHIT-”

The slip of the nickname went unnoticed by the laughing boy, and if Momozo’s chest fluttered just the tiniest bit, he ignored it. Instead, he opted for being nice enough to move from the bad spot, bringing his hands up to skitter his short nails over Ritsu’s stomach through his unfortunately thin long sleeve t-shirt.

Ritsu fell into a fit of incredibly bubbly and distinguishably not serious giggles, legs instinctively kicking as he shot his hands out to hold Momozo’s wrists now that the dam of laughter had already been broken. However, that was more so to steady himself than to really fight back, and both boys knew this; it was already too late for him to put up a fight, and he was definitely laughing too hard. Ritsu naturally refused to acknowledge this. Momozo, on the other hand…

“Stohohop looking ahat me like- like thahahat!”

“What’re you gonna do? Push my hands away?”

"Shuhut UHUHUP!"

"Hm, that was kind of rude." Momozo responded calmly as he casually massaged the small bit of pudge Ritsu always had on his tummy that he "definitely should have grown out of." Not that he had time to think about that currently, though, considering the endless waves of giggling laughter that made it hard for him to form any coherent sentences.

The brunette continued to attack his friend’s stomach with no signs of letting up any time soon; he switched unpredictably between squishing around the softer area and spidering his fingers, sneaking his hands just the tiniest bit under the end of Ritsu’s now rumpled up t-shirt to scribble over the spot just beneath the shorter boy’s navel. A spot that, without fail, always made him kick and hiccup-laugh like there was no tomorrow.

At this point, Ritsu's thoughts had turned into a sort of jumbled and mostly incoherent mess, which wasn't anything foreign to Momozo. Sometimes thoughts were less of… thoughts, and more so feelings. And the only intense feeling radiating off of Ritsu was 'It tickles it tickles it tickles so BAD-'

The ticklish shocks running through Ritsu’s body were the only thing he could focus on as he shook his head back and forth, feeling how his cheeks were burning up and how the butterflies in his stomach just refused to let up. It was like an unbearable but pleasant electricity coursing through his nerves, starting at his stomach and spreading through his body before all collecting at one point in his chest; the place where the uncontrollable laughter flowed freely from his mouth.

Despite his brain’s natural reactions to the sensations, Ritsu really didn’t mind the feeling. In all honesty, he quite enjoyed being tickled; it allowed for a certain sense of vulnerability he had always had a hard time showing, a way for him to feel comfortable enough to laugh and smile freely. Though his stamina could only last so long, especially as someone who isn’t fully used to being tickled.

The younger boy didn’t seem to notice at first that the ticklish sensations on his stomach had ceased, catching his breath as he let out the rest of his breathy titters.

After a moment, Ritsu glanced up and made eye contact with Momozo, who to anyone else would have seemed bored; but Ritsu wasn't anyone, and caught the small smile still resting on his lips, likely mirroring his own unconscious one. A smile he quickly tried to cover up by glaring daggers at the boy above him.

What he would've give to wipe that stupid smile away with-

"You good?" Momozo asked, thankfully cutting off wherever that train of thought was headed.

Ritsu broke the eye contact bashfully, needing to look at anything other than the stupid genuine expression on the boy leaning over him because that's embarrassing and this is embarrassing.

Speaking of embarrassing, he quickly pulled his hands away from around Momozo's wrists, opting to cross his arms instead and pretend he didn't look like a toddler pouting at the moment.

"Alright, solid answer."

"So are you going to get off of me now, or what?"

"Dunno." Momozo shrugged. Ritsu bristled.

"What do you mean you don't know??"

"Do you want me to?"

"...You're a jerk."

The brunette couldn't help but chuckle. While his boredom had most definitely been cured, he knew they were both having far too much fun to go back to focusing on homework anyway. Well, Ritsu probably could, 'Like the nerd he is.' Momozo noted to himself.

He was pulled away from those brief thoughts by Ritsu's suddenly much less flustered tone of voice (which definitely couldn't be good) as he asked,

"Hey Takenaka."

"...'Sup?"

Ritsu grinned.

"I'm bored."

In the moment it took the latter to realize what Ritsu was getting at, he was already too late.

[maestromelancholy]

hello.... um could you make a yandere clover cookie 👉👈

Sure thing! The story is somewhere under the cut if there is one, I don't know I'm on mobile

Warning: Might be a "bit" ooc

The Ballad of "Love"

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It was a boring day for you, there wasn't anything fun to do in the growing kingdom, you could do some help around but that's too boring, you were wandering around the kingdom with no clear direction when you wandered outside and ended up in the entrance of the nearby forest.

You were staring into the woods thinking if you want to enter or not, deciding that a little exploring would cure your boredom you enter the forest, it was calming since all you heard was birds chirping and some wild cookiemals, you were walking around for a while when you heard... Music?

You walked closer to the origin of the music when you see in a clearing, a cookie wearing a brightly lit summer glade covered with clovers, playing a grass woven lute to some cookiemals gathered around them, you were mesmerized at how well they played the lute and you were staring for quite some time.

When you looked at the cookie they were staring back at you, it was awkward for a while before they waved their hand at you gesturing you to walk to them, you thought about it for a while and deciding that it's probably ok, you walk to the cookie who greet's you with a smile once you were Infront of them.

"Hello, did you enjoy my song? You were staring for quite a while."

"Oh- uh yeah I did enjoy your song, it was beautifully played" you said a bit nervously

"My name's Y/N by the way, what's yours?"

"Oh my apologies, my name's Clover what are you doing out here in the forest?" He inquired "It is quite dangerous this deep into the forest"

"Oh, I was just taking a walk around since I was bored, and I thought that exploring the forest would be fun" You say to answer his question

"Say since your here, do you want to listen to some of my song's?" They ask while strumming their lute

"Oh- sure, I would like to listen to your songs"

You listened to their songs and had some back and forth, Clovers questions have been getting more and more personal, but you didn't notice or acknowledge but by the time Clover finishes his last song, you both notice that the sun is starting to set.

"Oh the sun is setting, I didn't notice that until now..." Clover said after he finishes his last song.

"Do you have anywhere to go?" You say to Clover

"Well I travel all around the world, so I don't have a permanent place to stay" Clover says as he packs up his belongings

"Well their are some houses that the kingdom I live in that aren't used yet, you could stay in one of them for the time being" You say making him think for a while

"Hm ok, lead the way Y/N" You both make your way to the forest, before eventually reaching the exit seeing a kingdom. When you both reach the entrance of the kingdom, you head back home since Clover tells you he can do the rest on his own.

It's been a couple weeks and you were surprised that Clover decided to stay, his music has made the kingdom more lively.

Your house was on a hill quite far from the other houses so it was mostly quite throughout the day, but now since Clover has lived in the kingdom he has been visiting your house every afternoon talking to you and singing a song while sitting on a tree stump next to your house.

You didn't mind since his song were good and he was good company, but he has been getting a bit more "physical" he would always be too close for comfort, and would hold your hand tighter when you were talking to someone for example.

It has been three months since Clover moved in the kingdom and he was only getting more worse and you finally decided to end this "friendship" since you didn't want to be treated like this.

There was a knock at your door at the usual time he would arrive, when you open it you see Clover with a smile.

"Hey Y/N! Want to go to the market with me? Before you could speak he tried to grab your hand, but you moved it away.

He looked back confused "Uh.. Y/N?"

"I don't want to go Clover, I don't want to go anywhere right now"

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes you have! You would always be hold my hand tight which hurts, and everytime I tell you to let go you wouldn't listen, you would always be too close for comfort and anytime I would want some space you would ignore me, and that's just two of the many reasons"

"Y/N I didn't mean too, I could make things better"

"I don't think there's anything you could do, to make things better, I would like to be left alone now." Before he could speak you close the door and lock it, looking through the peep hole you could see Clover standing their shocked, he just stood their for a moment before walking off slowly.

You were finally alone, you took the rest of the day to but some groceries avoiding Clover everytime you would see him, and doing other house work, and it was already dark out when you finished.

After you finished eating your meal, you wash the dishes before doing your nighttime routine, finish brushing your teeth, wear your pajamas, and go to sleep.

After you had went to sleep, you had awoken to noise downstairs, think it was just your mind you try to go back to sleep before a nother noise was hear downstairs, you stand up from your bed and head downstairs slowly holding a broom for protection.

When you arrive downstairs nothing looked out of place, but you noticed that the window in the kitchen was open, you swear you closed it before you went to bed, you close the window after thinking it was nothing.

After heading upstairs you hear a noise in your bedroom, you cautiously enter the room holding out your broom, you look around your bedroom not seeing anything out of place, when you finish looking around your room and thought it was just your head messing with you.

But before you could head back to bed you were grabbed from the back, and before you could scream a cloth was put on your face muffling your scream, before you could scream again you hear a familiar voice

"Hush now love, just go to sleep..." You hear Clover, but before you could say anything you start to feel sleepy and before you eventually pass out.

The end?......

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I kinda rushed the last part, but that's fine.

Should I make a part two?

I know this is ooc, but this is the first time I wrote clover and most characters I write, but eventually I'll get better so expect my future posts will get better.

[kenz0id]

Just Another Day: All You Need to Know

WAZUP GUYZ!? I realized I never shared anything about the characters in most of my content publicly, so I decided to make a short guide on the basics of JAD for those who are interested!

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"He who never rests, who loves being with his friends, explore the world until the end. Needless to say, they've seen things none can explain, but hey... it's just another day!"

DESCRIPTION

Just Another Day is a PG indie series, following a dude who loves to explore what the world has to offer while he still can, alongside his friends! Even if it means all that exploring often leads them to face danger, the thrill cures their boredom anyway.

WHO ARE THEY?

Oh, them? Those are the main three: Kyle, Mike, and Ash.

"We aren't all that perfect, but we're alwayz up for sum fun!"

They share a strong bond built on years of friendship. They are often loyal to each other, and if things ever go wrong, they'll always have each others backs... sort of. Their friendship is filled with adventures and shared interests, such as exploring and playing games together. They also like to vlog random stuff they do, just because they think it's funny or content worthy.

However, they can sometimes be too competitive or arrogant, leading to arguments and conflicts, especially when it comes to games or other activities where they want to outdo each other. But despite these flaws, their friendship endures, and they always find a way to reconcile and continue their adventures together.

Kyle

He embodies the curiosity and energy typically associated with pre-adolescence. He likes to spend time with his friends Mike and Ash, he's mostly curious or bored and likes to explore surroundings he isn't familiar with. He can also come off as competitive when it comes to fun games he wants to take part in.

Mike

Kyle's bestest friend; his partner in crime. He has a funny and loud yet caring and gentle personality. He's a coward and a sweetie, he would never hurt a fly. but if you mess with his loved ones, he will end your life. He has a habit of eating. He's also pretty good at math, but he doesn't bring it up much.

Ash

She's trendy, short-tempered, and a bit sassy. She finds humor in situations and can be honest and genuine. Ash is into fiction books, K-dramas, and has expertise in romantic relationship advice. While she can be violent and aggressive when provoked, she is generally a nice person.

But wait! there's another fella...

it's Frank, the robot!

"They're so annoying, they never let me do cool trickz! but they do all the chorez for me, so whateva. It's cool, I guezz."

They share a unique bond, with Frank serving as both a friend and a caretaker to Kyle. Frank's overprotective nature can sometimes smother Kyle, making him feel restricted or controlled. So he often takes their assistance for granted, failing to appreciate the extent of their care and support.

Although Kyle mostly seems pretty annoyed by their presence, he doesn't realize how much he needs them around. Not even just because he could potentially be in danger in person, but also for the sake of his sanity whenever no one else is with him at home.

Frank

They're a robot designed by Kyle's parents to watch over and serve Kyle while they're not present. They're a very nice and kind robot, only ever showing pure kindness and sympathy. They will do anything to make sure he's healthy and safe. They also try to be funny sometimes, but Kyle and his friends just think it's lame.

Despite being the literal shield of the group, Kyle and the others often find Frank's attempts at humor annoying, and they occasionally tease Frank for being a robot, which can hurt their feelings despite their lack of emotions. Additionally, their literal-mindedness and occasional misunderstandings of human emotions can lead to friction with the group.

However, despite these challenges, Frank doesn't really mind the treatment. It's kinda their job to watch over them. As long as Kyle and the others are still alive and kickin', Frank's happy!

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Anyways, that's all you need to know about Just Another Day (JAD) for now!

Though you might have noticed I didn't mention other characters that were also present in some of my content. that's because I only added the more important aspects of JAD; Those fellas were more so just background characters. I don't mind sharing about them though! I just didn't wanna bother adding them in this post is all.

Thx 4 Reading! Hope this helped. ^^ If you have any questions, just ask in the Q&A!

[alixident]

royalty | prince!felix x princess!reader

I got really bored in the middle of class and I decided to make this to cure my boredom lol enjoy! again please ignore the grammar errors! Thank you! warning: a little nsfw, dominate felix, HELLA cringe.

__ “princess, it’s time to wake up. You were supposed to wake up 30 minutes ago.” I hear as my eyes flutter open, I look up to see one of the maids, dressed in uniform. I look up with uneasy eyes and put my hand over my eyes. “What do you mean.. I thought I was off today..” I say rolling over on my back. “The queen changed the schedule. Now cmon. I don’t have all day. Plus. You have a long day ahead of you!” the maid says as she pulls on my arm. I groan as I sling my legs to the side as I sit on the side of the bed. I rub my eyes in the process. “What time is it anyway..” I mumble under my breath The maid looked at the clock on my wardrobe. “11:32.” She says without even turning her head to look back at my shocked reaction. I bolt up from my bed and instantly start rummaging through the drawers. I hear the door close and see that the maid had left. I don’t bother to ask for help. I’m in to much of a rush anyway.

I start to sweat a little as I grab my white gloves. I put on my crown as I look at myself in the mirror.

I’m wearing one of the dresses my boyfriend got me, a baby blue dress that touches the floor to where you have to pick up the ends or else it will be dragging along. I’m wearing one of my favorite necklace’s. And of course, my long white gloves. With my crown. I sigh as I open the door to the hallway where I see my boyfriend, Felix. I smile slightly as I walk over to him and intertwine my arm with his. I look up at him and see his hazel eyes stare down at me. I look away and rest my head against his shoulder and I quickly take it off of him. I see the guards that are at the front open the door to the outside world. As we walk outside I take a deep breath as I get into the carriage. I wave at the photographers, and then we’re off.

I hold Felix’s hand as the horses pull the carriage along, I wave a little more before putting my hand down and let the breeze brush up against my hair. I put my head on his shoulder and enjoy the ride.

We arrive at what seems like a fancy restaurant. Me and Felix both get out of the carriage to go into the restaurant as we both hold hands and meet my parents at the front of the place. “Hello dear! Why are you so late?” My mom says as I immediately enter the restaurant. I keep quiet. “Let me guess. You slept in?”. I laugh a bit. “It’s not my fault you forgot to tell me you changed the schedule, mother.” I say as I sit down on a nearby bench. “Right.. I forgot about that.” She says as she sits down next to me. “As usual..” I mutter under my breath. I look up at Felix to see him smile. I smile back as we both laugh softly. __

We soon leave the restaurant and head back to the palace. Once we get there, I jet off to my room and start to take off my shoes. Then, I hear a knock at the door. “It’s unlocked!” I say softly.

I see Felix enter, I smile. “Hey my love!” I say with a warm smile. “Hey babe.” He says as he walks over to me and instantly gives me a hug. I giggle a little as I hug back and give him a kiss on the cheek.

I suddenly feel his soft lips press against my neck, my eyes widen a bit as I fall back on the bed and feel his hands intertwine with mine. His hands are pinning me down to the bed. He continues to plant soft kisses against my neck as a moan leaves my mouth, he smirks under his breath as he continue to kiss my neck, leaving little hickeys all over. He lifts his head up and cool air runs up against the wet hickey on my neck. I shiver as I look up to see him smiling. He puts his hands on my shoulders as he slips the straps down. I lift my hands out of the straps as he continues to pull off my dress. He finally finishes pulling off my dress and he hooks my hands to the bed, I whimper a little bit as he kisses my neck again. He pulls away and stares down at me. He gives off a little smirk. “Im ready, are you?”

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[goldenguillotines]

6, 8, 23, 54, 70 Axet/Jia...the them <3

Under da cut :3c

Who cleans the most? Contrary to that, who is the messiest?

Surprisingly I think the both of them are incredibly tidy and neat! Axeltl seems like the guy who would be fine walking into chaos and destruction but he prefers things in order. Not to an Obsessive level, but he's able to clean up mistakes or recklessness of his own really well.

Who tends to worry the most?

Jianni easily. Axel definitely worries but not as much as Jianni.. He thinks she needs to loosen up a bit.. Albeit with her previous work life, he can't blame her but he hopes with some time.. Maybe she'll be able to chill?

What do they do when they’re bored and together?

Pulls out Nintendo switch... Queries?

I think a lot of their boredom is cured by enjoying video games or watching cartoons/anime together.. Pretty funny for the serious work they do but hey.. Who cares! It's fun for them! Plus Axel always has the newest releases in his house.

What do others think of them dating?

I think most people in their sphere are rather happy for them, not too surprised considering they know them.. But people who know Jianni outside of work and Axel too? This is like polar opposites. He's the "Bad boy" to most other people.. so seeing him with a "Nerd" is really jarring for his drinking buddies. Axel doesn't care! In fact? Kiss his ass!

Who is the hopeless romantic?

AXEL HANDS DOWN.. he's the world's biggest sap and corny.. He will pull out that line "Will you be my player 2?" type of sayings..

[plaindangan]

meanwhile In kanai ward: a very bored shinigami convinces fubuki to crush yuma's head with death godess and time leaper mega booba.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not read!

You might be thinking, 'why'? Why do that to cure her boredom...

Well, a Death Goddess doesn't have to answer your questions now, does she~

It was pretty easy to convince Fubuki. She already had a bit of a crush on the Nocturnal Detective Agency's trainee, so acting like an intrusive thought to spurn Fubuki into going the extra mile to hug him out of the blue was child's play.

"Hey, airhead bimbo! It's me your own personal thoughts!"

"Oh? I didn't know my personal thoughts can strike up a conversation with me!"

God, this was why she disliked airheads. "Yeah, yeah, listen. You want to press Yuma's face into your boobs! So...go do it!"

"Okay~" It was that easy?

Yuma was just about to head into the kitchen for lunch when Fubuki called out to him. By the time he turned around. he was grabbed by Fubuki and stuck face first into her soft double D's. Though if it was just that,, it might have been bearable. What neither knew was Shinigami (invisible to Fubuki at the time) going into her 'human' form and joining Fubuki by hugging Yuma from the back. Effectively squishing the small guy in pillowy trap.

A trap that neither woman seem too keen on letting for the time being~