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mishkakagehishka · 2 years ago

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ohhh little gorey prompts you say?

you know how some serial killers have calling cards? mika as a serial killer but his calling card is to take the heart of his victims ♡

Serial killer Mika!! My beloved fr. I love that idea, but also I had to look up anatomy pics for this and ?? Why did I think a liver was like. Much lower and much smaller lmao

Word count: 1517 Summary: Mika has a bit of an unorthodox hobby - he's really found himself in the art of murder. And he always makes sure to take a souvenir with him after each kill <3 Warnings: gore, mucking about inner organs, death Note: I have no idea what I did to his motivation tbh. You know that part of Human Comedy where he goes off on why humans suck? I just remembered that and went "aye, let's go"

A starless night, dark and cold. Mika clutched his bag closer to himself, seeking the warmth he couldn’t get from his light blazer. He forgot to dress up warmly today, not expecting the sudden drop in the temperature. Already dozing off, he barely kept himself on his feet in the train, leaning onto the pole with all his weight. There was still a few more stops until he could get off, he wouldn’t be harmed by closing his eyes, just resting them for a minute. The train was empty, anyway. Just him and one older man who was fast asleep on one of the seats. But as he let his guard down, Arashi’s warning from earlier that day echoed in his mind. “Be careful on your way home, today, Mika-chan!” she’d said. He knows why she told him that, and why there was no need for him to be careful, but he’d feel bad ignoring her advice.

There was a bit of a problem in the city. The news only ever talked about it, everyone seemed to be in a panic, people were spreading truth mixed with lies. Even a mythology of it was born. There was a serial killer on the loose, to keep it short. Nobody knew who they were targeting, why, who they even were and if they worked alone or not. The only thing that was known was that people have been turning up dead. And the theory of a serial killer was brought up when, after a few autopsies, a chilling pattern was noticed. All of them were missing their heart. Or, rather, although they were found dressed, stripping the bodies revealed a sloppily stitched up chest. And taking out the thread - an empty spot where the heart was supposed to be. The killer’s sign, their calling card. It couldn’t have been anything other than a sick person, to be able to not only murder someone violently (all the victims showed signs of struggle, strangulation marks, shallow cuts, and bruises. The cause of death was almost always blunt force), but to then cut them open, steal the heart and sew them back up, putting their clothes on and leaving them on the street. It was a wonder how the killer was never caught, considering the bodies were always out in the open. And what on Earth were they doing with the hearts, anyway?

Well, that’s why Arashi wanted Mika to be safe. He was so thankful to have friends who worry and fuss over him, but she was worried for nothing, really. He couldn’t tell her that, but he knows nothing will happen to him. And he sees how fearful she is whenever she has to return home alone, too. He notices how scared she gets whenever the topic is brought up. Mika wishes he could tell her not to worry, nothing will happen to her. But he can’t. As much as he trusts her, he just can’t tell her why he’s so certain no harm will befall the two of them.

“Hah~,” Mika breathed out. Sat on his knees on the hardwood floor, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his forearm, careful not to touch his face when his hands were so filthy. They always struggled. And he was never able to land a clean cut because of that - not only could he not see in the dark, but then they keep fighting him off… As if it would save them. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he fished the little pincushion from his pocket, laying the vibrant red thread and needle on the floor between him and the body. Another person who struggled, another person who will be found with a bruised neck and broken bones. He’s thankful he had the dresser to bang their head against - he was already so tired, he felt like he might have been overpowered this time. That would have been a tragedy.

It didn’t take much effort to strip the shirt off a corpse, and it took even less effort to drive his knife into their chest - right above the sternum and between their clavicles. It took a bit more effort to wedge the knife down, to tear through their skin and flesh, down to their stomach, however. The stench of blood mixed with the horrid stink of death, permeating the air. But all it did was make Mika breathe in deeper. He’d always liked the scent. He wiggled the knife a bit, trying to pull it free from the body. It gets stuck sometimes, that’s just how it is, so he had to be forceful. With an “oomph”, he finally freed the knife, setting it down beside him. He had no qualms digging in, either, shoving his gloved hands into the gaping wound, spreading it further open so he can reach in more freely. Though it was always difficult to reach the heart without taking anything else or breaking the ribs, Mika thought he was getting better. Wiggling his hand below the ribs, past the stomach and the liver, until he could grip the heart. His other hand was leaned on the corpse’s shoulder, to keep himself from falling as he leaned over them, blindly digging around their organs. When he felt the heart unbeating in his hand, he made sure to squeeze it just enough to hold it safely in his hand, not enough to break it, as he tugged. It took one, two, three strong pulls to separate it from the rest of the body, a disgusting sort of squelching sound resulting from his efforts.

And when he held it in his hand, this proof of life, this proof of his taking of a life, he felt an immense exhilaration in his own heart. He felt powerful, in control. This was all it was to him. All those people acting smart, trying to guess his motives - there were no motives. He just did it because he wanted to, because he could. Because it made him feel good to exert his power over others in this way. All of those people asking why he was doing it, if he was antisocial or if he had a personal vendetta against these people. He didn’t. He just hated humans, so much. Mika knows all of the people he’s killed have done horrible things, because they’re humans and that’s what humans do. So, is he really in the wrong? There is no such thing as innocence in this world, so why does it matter if he takes a few lives? When others are making lives worse, his acts of killing may as well be a mercy.

The sewing, however, was still crude. He cuts too deep, and so his mere thread can never sew them up as well as he would like to. Mika threaded the needle, trying his best to make it look tidy this time. He was improving, he thought. It might take a few more tries to perfect, but there was definitely an improvement compared to his first times. He managed to actually close up the hole this time, tying it off neatly and biting the leftover thread off, giving it a clean finish. At least, in his opinion. He always got angry when watching all those hotshots on TV calling his sewing “sloppy” – he’d love to see what they’d manage with nothing but a needle and a thread. The body was clothed once more, and he waited by the entrance to this now resident-less home, peering from behind the curtain for his chance. Although it was already nearing two in the morning, stray cars passed by, some folks returning from an outing here and there. He had to make sure nobody sees him, after all, or else his fun would be cut short.

And when he finally did leave the body in the street, he returned back to the train station, waiting for the late train, as if nothing had happened. The “souvenir” he took wrapped in his blazer, which was stuffed in his bag alongside his ruined gloves. To be safe, he remembered to wash his face and forearms in the bathroom at the station. His shoes were still bloodied, but he can pass it off as mud if anyone questions him, or even just say he got a nosebleed he didn’t notice. Mika’s hand gripped the bag closer to him, unconsciously patting at the section where his blazer was placed. And all those folks wondering why he took the hearts and only the hearts… What did it matter? It was for him. For his collection, to be placed in a jar and kept. To inspire his art.

And once more, the news will talk about a brutal murder. Once more, he’ll have to comfort Arashi. Once more, he’ll laugh and assure her nothing will happen to him on his way home. Once more, he’ll pretend like he’s oblivious and stupid, making sure that everyone sees him as nothing but a harmless young man, as the least suspicious person in this city.

#i love serial killer mika he's so scrunkly. i could fix him #ensemble stars #enstars fanfiction #mika kagehira #my writing #valkyrie serial killers au #<- not really part of the au but i think it deserves to be tagged. consider it a prequel - before shu finds out lololol #fictional death tw #written gore tw

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madmilkboi · 4 years ago

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⌕ 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: when they come home drunk

ִֶָ ◠ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: pretty setters coming home drunk :D

ִֶָ ◠ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: crack?, fluff

ִֶָ ◠ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: smol spoilers hehe, drinking duh

a/n: kinda got carried away with akaashi lmao also HAPPY NEW YEAR! <3

₍ ♡ ₎ post-timeskip!atsumu, post-timeskip!sugawara & post-timeskip! akaashi

• after winning a match against the adlers, the jackals decided to celebrate on a private club

• Atsumu called you that he'd be going home late because of that

• to which you agreed

• it was now 2 in the morning and a loud knock emitted from the front door. You stood up from the couch and opened the door.

• what welcomed you was a redish looking atsumu with a smile plastered on his face.

• "i drank too much" he said entering the house, swaying side to side

• "i can tell" you giggled, giving him a small kiss on the cheek

• "I'm sorry miss angel but i have a wife" he hiccuped, sitting on the couch with his head turned to you.

• "I'm not an angel" you answered, removing his shoes from his feet.

• "That's what an angel would say ya know" he gave your head a small pat and smiled.

• "well miss angel, thanks for taking my shoes. Tell my wife I love her and her husband's home" he said, he then lied down and as if it were magic he immediately dozed off.

• you smiled. You grabbed a blanket that you prepared earlier and wrapped it on him making sure he's cozy and warm.

• "sweet dreams, my love" you gave him a kiss on the forehead and went to your bedroom.

• he had a little reunion with daichi and asahi and it ended with him coming home drunk

• of course without you knowing

• he was too drunk to even open the door and so he decided to call you (ohwowhecantopenthedoorbuthecancallyou)

• "hello? Please open the door......" he swayed to the left "i had too much beer hehe"

• you let out a soft sigh, you knew he was out with his old highschool friends but he didn't tell you that he was going to come home drunk

• you walked to the door and opened it resonating a soft creak.

• and there you were welcomed with a beet red koushi who was lying on the doorway.

• you smiled, crouching down and tapping on his cheek softly.

• "Baby, get up" you swept the hairs that rested on his forehead. He sat up and smiled looking at you with a small smile.

• "hi there, pumpkin..you look so lovely" he giggled, you helped him stand up and made him sit on the couch.

• "hey, i said you look lovely" he muttered, pouting with a stern look. "Yeah, i heard you" you answered, you'd definitely appreciate that if you weren't wearing his shirt and sweatpants with messy hair.

• "wait while i get you some clothes" you walked to your bedroom. "Do i not look like a model right now?" He asked forming his lips into a pout.

• "here you go" you handed him his shirt and pajamas

• "can't i just sleep naked?" He asked feeling the heat of the room

• "no" you answered, he lets out a loud groan and took off his clothes.

• "good night, pumpkin" he muttered dozing off

• you let out a sigh seeing that he was indeed naked

• you grabbed a blanket from your bedroom and placed it on him making sure he was well tucked and away from the cold.

• "sleep tight, koushi" you muttered adjusting the lights to a low setting.

• "hello darling...please come and pick me up"

• without a second thought you ended the call and immediately grabbed your car keys.

• you looked at the clock before you closed and locked tye front door.

• your phone buzzed, you checked the screen and saw that it was from your husband, Keiji

• "12:30 am" you muttered

• you hopped inside your car and started the engine.

• "he should've been home by 8" you mumbled while focusing on the road

• after a few turns here and there you finally arrived at his workplace

• he was sitting on a bench outside with a co-worker accompanying him

• you parked your car by the side walk and ran up to him

• you let out a small smile seeing him

• "I'll leave now" his co-worker bowed and immediately left leaving you and Akaashi.

• "sorry for worrying you," he apologized knowing you must've been waiting for him.

• "it okay, Keiji" you grabbed his hand, helping him stand up.

• "but for a drunk man you act perfectly sober" you muttered.

• "magic i guess" he answered making you smile

• you opened the door for him and guided him inside, you put on his seatbelt and placed a soft kiss on his forehead making him let out a low chuckle

• you sat on the driver's seat and started on driving home.

• while driving you felt a pair of eyes looking at you the whole time

• you glanced a few times and caught him smiling while looking at you.

• "is there something on my face, Keiji?" You asked

• "No, you just look beautiful under the moon's light that's all"he answered

• your cheeks glowed red, when he's drunk he gets pretty bold throwing compliments here and there.

• the both of you arrived home

• Keiji was now sleeping while hugging your body, fingers gripping on your waist.

• soft snores and occasional words came out of his mouth (probably because he was dreaming)

• you swept the hairs that covered his face, he scrunched his nose, Slowly opening his eyes.

• "love you.." he muttered, nuzzling his head on your chest.

• "i love you too, Keiji" you answered, softly combing his hair till he feel asleep.

©️ madmilkboi 2020 do not copy or repost.

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bullworthpunk · 6 years ago

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It’s a Date

Characters: Peanut Romano and Johnny Vincent

TWs: Mentions of sex, but nothing graphic

Just a little Johnny/Peanut thing that I thought of. Unrelated to anything, I just wanted to write about one of my favorite Bully pairings lol. I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I know the title is rotten and has little to nothing to do with the story, I honestly couldn’t think of anything better lmao

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Peanut Romano sighed as he lay in his bed in the tenements. It was surprisingly warm that night, so the run-down Greaser hideout wasn’t such a bad place to sleep.

He was currently almost completely alone, as all the Greasers had left a couple of hours earlier, deciding to head out to a bar and get drunk. All of them, but one. The one in his bed.

Johnny Vincent was lying, fast asleep, next to Peanut. He laid on his chest, arm draped over Peanut’s stomach, and he was just as naked as his second-in-command.

Yes, they had just had sex. No, it hadn’t been the first time.

Peanut let himself recount the night’s events. He had been spending the evening alone in his room, he wasn’t in a people mood tonight. He had been thinking, like he tended to do a lot. After Norton had come in and ask him if he wanted to go with them – and he had declined –, Peanut decided it was time to go to bed.

He had barely taken off his shirt, when the door to his room was kicked open. In came limping his heavily intoxicated boss. Peanut sighed, knowing what time it was.

“She broke up with me, P,” Johnny slurred, obviously distressed. “She’s been messin’ around with that freaky sunovabitch Melvin. I confronted her, ‘n she flat-out lied to me. She lied to me, Larry!”

Peanut walked over to his friend and guided him over to his bed. Johnny sat down shakily, Peanut sitting down next to him and patting his shoulder gently. “It’s okay, Johnny, she don’t deserve ya. You’re so much better than her.” It was his usual response. It had become a mantra for him.

Johnny clenched his fists angrily. “I’m gonna kill that stinkin’ Nerd, P! I’m serious! He’s gonna regret touching my girl! My queen!” And Peanut knew he was. He had that familiar dark, brooding look in his eyes that he always had when Lola cheated on him. While Peanut has always loved that brooding look, now was the time to try to stop Johnny from doing something he’ll regret.

“What’s that gonna do, boss? Those Nerds can be really dangerous. Melvin will go crying to Earnest and before ya know it we’ll be at war with the Nerds. And is Lola worth that kind of trouble? Ya know she’ll hurt ya again first chance she gets.”

Peanut’s words affected Johnny and he seemed to be coming to his senses. He sighed, suddenly looking very defeated. Peanut suddenly realized again how drunk his friend was. Johnny looked up at Peanut with a desperate look in his eyes.

“Why don’t she love me, Larry? Why am I not good enough? Am I not handsome enough? Too poor?”

Peanut felt his heart break a little when he heard this. He hated it when Johnny got so low on himself. He recalled the times when Johnny’s fragile little heart and his big ego weren’t so easily broken by a chick who wasn’t even worth his time. That was long ago. If only Johnny knew how Peanut looked at him and how strongly he disagreed with his best friend.

He put his arm around Johnny’s shoulder and pulled him into a sideways hug, letting the other boy rest his head in the crook of his neck. “You ain’t nothing like that, John. She’s a slut and she ain’t deserve ya.”

“But I love her…” Johnny trailed off. They were silent for a while, Peanut listening to the other boy’s shaky breaths. Then he felt Johnny sit up and looked at him.

His gaze was met with Johnny’s, who looked just as intense. Then they closed the gap between them and locked their lips together.

Then they had sex.

This had gone on for quite some time now. Whenever Lola and Johnny broke up, Johnny would go get drunk and Peanut would have to go and find him. Or he would come find Peanut. The shorter boy was always ready to comfort him. His heart ached when he saw his best friend in such a state. As much as Johnny himself would never admit it, Lola always managed to hit him at his biggest insecurities. Peanut was the only one he trusted to see his sadness. He would never show weakness to the other guys.

At first, they would just drink a lot and maybe smash something. Then they would get serious and ask all kinds of existential questions and have deep conversations. Eventually, Johnny would start to doze off and Peanut would have to bring him to bed and tuck him in, while Johnny kept saying things like “I love ya, Larry” and “You’re too good to me, I don’t deserve ya”. Johnny hardly ever used Peanut’s nickname when it was just the two of them, knowing how much Larry hated it.

Although Johnny was usually heavily intoxicated when he started complimenting Peanut, he always meant it and Peanut felt his heart flutter whenever he heard his friend talk like this.

A couple of weeks ago, however, things changed.

Everything went as usual. Johnny came barging in, enraged, needing Peanut to calm him down. They would drink, smash and talk. But it was after talking that things got… Odd.

The conversation turned sexual, with Johnny asking if Peanut had already lost his virginity. He already knew the answer, being Peanut’s best friend and all, but he wanted confirmation. Peanut answered with a short “no”.

Johnny smirked and asked if he wanted to. Peanut became uneasy, but did reply with a “yes”.

Then Johnny had asked, “With me?” Peanut’s eyes widened. He had since come to the conclusion that Johnny hadn’t asked because he suspected Peanut had feelings for him, but merely because he craved physical contact. Johnny could be very oblivious.

Peanut hadn’t pushed Johnny away when he advanced on him, and they had sex for the first time that night. It felt natural, both boys knew exactly what to do to make the other feel good.

Afterwards, they both fell asleep. The next morning wasn’t at all awkward. They talked and joked around and then went on their way. Johnny even gave Peanut a kiss on the cheek when he left.

Peanut had felt over the moon. He had thought his feelings had finally been reciprocated. But his happiness had soon disappeared when he noticed Johnny never wanted to talk about what had happened between them, or even wanted to acknowledge it had happened.

Peanut felt hurt and kind of taken advantage of. And yet, when the next time had rolled around, he did it again. And the time after that. And the time after that.

Johnny and Lola broke up often.

Peanut knew this situation wasn’t good for him, but he couldn’t stop himself. He loved Johnny so much that he craved any form of intimacy with him. He couldn’t help letting his heart skip a beat when Johnny kissed him, even if it meant having it ripped in two mere days later, when Johnny and Lola got back together again.

Well, no more, Peanut thought. I won’t put myself through this any longer. I can help him in other ways.

He was shaken from his thoughts when he heard a voice yell from outside his window. He rolled his eyes, recognizing who it belonged to.

“Johnny! Are you there?”

Johnny grunted and mumbled something, but he didn’t wake up. Peanut took a moment to take in the other boy’s resting figure. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, unbothered by the world.

“Johnny! I need to talk to you!” came the voice again.

Peanut, not wanting Johnny to wake up, carefully got out of bed and opened the window. He was greeted by none other than Lola. Her eyes, which were hopeful when Peanut opened the window, quickly hardened when she saw who she was faced with. When it was just Peanut and Lola, she was always cold.

“You’re here early. Usually you wait a few days before you come crawling back,” Peanut remarked nonchalantly.

“I was bored, figured he might be ready to take me back already,” came the equally uninterested reply from Lola.

“I don’t know if he is. You really crossed a line this time, Lola. A Nerd? You really stooped that low? I’ve seen him angry plenty of times before, but not this angry.”

Lola shrugged. “Melvin was useful. I was failing a couple of classes.”

Peanut still couldn’t help but be surprised by how easily Lola could manipulate people to do her bidding and how she never seemed to have any remorse. Not even when she plays Johnny. He actually felt a bit sorry for Melvin.

“So, the rumors are true then? You and Johnny really are butt-buddies?”

“I don’t really see how that is any of your business. You two are done, remember? He just comes to me ‘cause I’m the only one that can calm him down when he gets like this.”

Lola scoffed. “You really are pathetic, you know that Larry?” Peanut glared at her for using his real name. As much as he hated his nickname, he couldn’t help but love the fact that only Johnny called him by his real name. Yes, he knew that was stupid.

“Maybe I am, but at least I still love and respect myself. At least I’m actually liked by other people.” He didn’t mean to be so mean, but Lola always succeeded in driving him to the edge.

Lola simply chuckled, although she was slightly taken aback. She recovered quickly. “Just give up, Larry. You’re never going to get him. He only uses you to get over me, which doesn’t even work, ‘cause he always comes back.”

“Maybe so, but I love him, Lola. More than you ever have and ever will. And as long as I love him, and he needs me, I’ll never abandon him. Especially not at his lowest!”

It actually felt kind of nice to finally say those words out loud. He never did so before. But he quickly froze when he heard a voice behind him. “You love me?”

Peanut turned around and saw Johnny had woken up and stood at the edge of the bed. He had followed the entire conversation. “Johnny, I… I didn’t mean-“ he started, but he stopped talking when Johnny raised a hand to silence him. He had really done it now. He had fucked up, badly.

Johnny made his way over to him and Peanut was scared he was going to yell at him, or maybe even punch him. But he walked past Peanut and leaned out the window. “What are you doin’ here? Just buzz off, will ya?”

Lola clearly hadn’t expected Johnny to react this way. “B-But Johnny! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry, Lola, that’s not doin’ the trick no more. I’m done with ya. You fucked up a little too much.”

“So, you’re just going to leave me for this pathetic dog? Who does nothing but follow you around?” Peanut wouldn’t admit it, but those words stung a little. They were true, after all. He did follow around Johnny a lot.

“Don’t talk about Larry like that! Ya don’t have the right! He has shown more love and appreciation to me than you ever have!” These words made Peanut feel a little better. This is one of the reasons he loved Johnny. No matter what, he always stood up for him.

“B-But Johnny!” Lola started, signature pout being replaced by desperation, but she was cut off by her now ex-boyfriend. “You’ve had your chance. Goodbye, Lola.” With that, he shut the window.

They were quiet for a minute, Johnny looking at the thorn curtain, clearly in deep thought. Peanut kept looking at the floor.

Eventually, Johnny broke the silence. “Did ya mean what ya said? Do ya really love me?”

Peanut hesitated for a minute. Then, when he realized it’s now or never, he answered. “Yes, I have for so long.”

Johnny turned to face him and slowly walked towards his best friend. He fidgeted with his hands awkwardly, and he was clearly uncomfortable. “I… I think I love ya, too, Larry.”

Peanut couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend’s confused expression. “Ya don’t sound so sure, John.”

Johnny smiled weakly. “Shuddap, what I mean is, I love ya. And I think as more than just my best friend. This is all very new to me, I’m no good at talking about this stuff, you know that. But, I mean, why would I keep having sex with ya if I wasn’t attracted to you a lil’ bit? And I don’t know a single person who has cared for me as much as you, Larry. I care about ya, too. I was just too hung up on Lola to realize your feelings. I’m sorry.”

Peanut smiled. Was this leading up to what he thought it was? “You don’t have to be sorry, Johnny.”

“I feel like I should be. Anyway, I don’t even know if I’m gay. Are you gay? Maybe I’m only gay for you…” he rambled, before looking down, suddenly appearing very depressed. “All I know is, I wanna find all this out with you. I want to see if what I feel is real. But let’s take things slow, I don’t want everybody knowing already. That is, if ya wanta have me…” he added nervously.

Peanut could feel his heart burst with joy, but kept himself calm for Johnny’s sake. He took Johnny’s hand in his own and used the other one to raise Johnny’s chin up, so they were looking at each other again. “Of course, I’ll have ya. I’d be real stupid to let this chance fly. Findin’ out who ya are and what ya feel, and then comin’ to terms with it is difficult. Hell, even I’m not sure. But I’ll help ya find your way, I love ya. And it’s not like it’s not what I been doin’ the entire time.” He chuckled, lightening the mood.

Johnny smiled at this and slowly leaned in, almost afraid to ruin the moment. Peanut sighed and pulled him in close, locking their lips together and closing the space between them in the first love-filled, not lust-filled, kiss of many to come. It felt perfect. Right.

When they eventually broke apart, gasping for air, they looked at each other with big, goofy grins.

“So, dinner tomorrow?”

Johnny laughed. “Sure, it’s a date.”

#this one i feel is so much longer than the last one i posted #it's about 200 words longer than the last one lmao #hope you all enjoy!#It’s a Date #Johnny Vincent #Peanut Romano #JohnnyxPeanut #fanfiction #bully #bully: scholarship edition #canis canem edit

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ironinkpen · 7 years ago

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I'm very sick. Can I have some sick paladin headcanons pretty please?

hunk:

he’ll give everyone the play by play of how he’s feeling as the illness progresses

no concept of tmi

“okay so i just went to the bathroom and there are some things going on in my intestines right now that-” “oh my god hunk shut up”

gets really freaked out at first because “what if this is a weird alien virus that makes my lungs explode or something!”

but don’t worry! coran comforts him with Science!

sorta!

“there is a 75% chance your body will be able to combat the disease no problem!” “what about the other 25%” “you could die quite horribly! haha!”

catch him in the kitchen with a 102 fever trying to make himself soup

listen. he loves his friends. but. he has very high standards for caretaking and none of them come close to meeting them

pidge:

gets pretty visibly sick so everyone knows when she’s sick without her having to say anything

interact with humans? haha no thanks

hates being around people when she’s sick because everything they do pisses her off lmao

she’d rather just hole herself up in her room with her laptop

don’t talk to her until it’s over

at any given moment you go to check on her she’s probably laying face down on her bed and groaning miserably

even on the lowest screen brightness her laptop is still giving her a headache

betrayed by the one she loves most :’’’(

lance:

he’ll tell everyone when he’s sick. like. he’ll announce it

he’s… dramatic

“i’m sorry princess i can’t train today i sneezed earlier and am probably dying”

if he coughs once he’s like “this is it. this is where it all ends”

[draping himself on couch] “everyone take care of me i’m dying”

you know it’s serious when he shuts up

when he’s really sick he sorta just lies down and does nothing

but he’s not like pidge, he wants people around

so he’ll go to the bridge and sit and listen to everyone doing stuff and just doze there (and get the couch all germy ew lance-)

keith:

won’t tell anyone he’s sick but everyone can tell

always vastly underestimates how bad it is, so he never feels the need to mention it

it’s just a cold shiro?? yes i can walk in a straight line here i’ll prove-

keith, in an on-fire house: “this is fine”

galra have higher body temperatures than humans which scares the shit out of everyone the first time keith runs a fever

no concept of what a sick person is supposed to act like

unless it’s really bad he’ll just try to go about his daily routine

but everyone keeps running into him and sending him back to his room >:/

he actually likes the peace and quiet that comes with being sick though, so it’s not all bad

shiro:

he’ll tell everyone he’s sick because Communication is Important Guys

but he sort of? doesn’t act sick??

so it’s confusing for everyone around him

“hey just a heads up i have a fever today” [kicks ass in training, strategizes with allura, forms voltron to save a planet]

basically he plays it off well

so he tends to get worse because he’s not taking medicine or resting

tied with keith for Most Likely to Collapse From A Fever Due to Stubbornness

actually one of the worst patients out of the paladins

he goes a little stir crazy, doesn’t really like sitting still and letting other people handle things

“shiro go to sleep we can survive one day without you oh my god-”

#Izzy talks to people #Anonymous #voltron #voltron headcanons #??? i guess this counts #i got this ask a while ago but i hope you're feeling better!!!

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dumbbelle · 7 years ago

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✄ Hiking with Dino

@leechansthighs happy birthday binch

So you and Dino are that couple who like to work out and exercise instead of going on really elaborate dates

And okay before some of y’all are like “work out? mE?” let me just say that working out with Chan doesn’t feel like working out

Like sure, you’re sweaty and gross and afterwards you feel like death

But it’s a peaceful passing !!

Because you and Chan don’t just go to the gym or the studio and take cute couple selfies in the mirror

No, y’all are the fun couple

You’ve known each other for ages, keeping in contact when Chan moved to Seoul to become a trainee and reuniting closer than ever when you moved to Seoul for university

He took you for your first tour around Seoul and after a long-overdue arcade battle (you’ve been waiting to crush his ass since middle school), everything merely fell into place?

You’re always texting each other too and Hoshi still nags about the morning of his birthday where Chan continued to text you instead of sending him a birthday text at 12AM

And you laugh until he fixes you with a glare and complains that you also didn’t send him one either so you’re equally as bad

You guys only really put a label to your relationship after one day you show up at the Pledis studio to drop off snacks for the boys and Jeonghan was like “are you here to corrupt Chan again?? (but thank u for the food, you’re an angel)”

And Chan almost rolls his eyes so hard that they disappear into the back of his head and he snappily responds to Jeonghan

“We all know you’re just jealous because you wish you could be dating someone as great as Y/N”

He immediately realizes what he’s implying and snaps his head over towards you, although he doesn’t take anything back because he’s sorta hopeful and 200% means everything he said??

And when you kind of just fleetingly nod your silent approval, he lets out the grandest smile that lasts about half a second before Jeonghan whines a retort and the two are back to bickering

But yes, that was the day you two officially started dating

ANYWAY, back to working out, you guys don’t just go to the gym and work out with the machines

You try to experiment out in the world, and often take the fun classes instead

Hula-hooping, trampolining, suspension yoga, dragon boat, ganja yoga, gymnastics, circus classes, and that one pole dancing class that Chan did surprisingly well in – you know, the one Pledis is still giving you shit for because of the risk factors involved,,,

Actually, I take what I said earlier back, it gets pretty elaborate

You guys try something new every week because you’re both young and Seoul is a city made for the bustling youth

So this week you decide that you’ll keep it low key because of Seventeen’s busy schedule

Which is fine, because you don’t need to be suspended 10 metres in the air for the two of you to have fun

And you decide to go on a hike and end up in Bukhansen, what is known to be an entrancing forest park destination that is easy to access within Seoul

You both show up like the excited little chipmunks you are

And the two of you are carrying about twice as much of everything you need, just in case the other person forgets

Because y’all look out for each other like that

When he sees your full hiking gear and backpack that’s almost as big as you are, he immediately starts to fuss

“No no no, put some of the stuff in my bag! I’m stronger than you might think, I can handle it.” And you’re hesitant because you’re handling the bag just fine but you know just how much Chan is hellbent on impressing you with his ManlyDancerStrength so you just kind of let it happen

And Chan seems fine for a while but it’s a long hike up and you swear you start to see him sweat a little too quickly

He just about topples over when you come to your third bridge and so you say nothing as you readjust the loads in your bags so that they’re even once more, him smiling sheepishly towards you the entire time

It’s a humid day but your surroundings are beautiful and you stop to take many pictures by the waterfalls

You almost fall in a couple of times because you still need to break in your hiking boots

But Chan is always extremely quick to steady you

He checks you over to make sure you’re okay each time before pressing a small kiss to your forehead

Although he’s a teasing boyfriend, he’s extremely caring and holds you in the highest of regards

After about two hours, that heat really starts to settle in

Chan complains about how he’s going to feel terrible at practice tomorrow and you’re all “oi buddy we didn’t even take the direct steep mountain path we just chose to go around”

And he huffs because he knows you’re right but then mutters about how this took so much longer than he expected it too

You assure him that a picnic stop is nearby and he shuts up immediately, excited at the prospect of food

When you settle down to eat, the two of you eat everything way quicker than expected

And it leaves the two of you in a lil food coma for a bit

He lies down on the blanket, looking up at the sky and pats his side, noticing for you to come closer and cuddle for a little bit

“Chan, we just ate!”

“So?”

“We need time to digest.”

“We have our whole lifetime to digest, just cuddle me please.”

“Ugh, fine, you big baby.”

The only time he accepts being called a baby lmao

In fact, he’s kinda proud of it and so when you lie next to him he buries you into his side and the older ladies in the pack that you were practically following croon at how cute the two of you are

You’re not sure if the blush you’re sporting is from the heat or your embarrassment

You blame the heat

But when the embarrassment dies down and you settle into his side comfortably, you treasure how nice and peaceful it is

The forest is such a serene and peaceful pocket hidden from the loud and busy streets of the city

And you’re with Chan, with makes it even better

Your food coma doesn’t help and before you know it, the two of you are dozing off

The old ladies choose not to wake you up and instead position your bags so that you have a nice comfy pillow

((You will later on admonish how that was probably a dangerous decision to make, but no pics got leaked out online and nothing was stolen so perhaps someone was looking out for you, whoever that is))

((And you’re thankful))

Chan wakes up before you to discover that it’s evening now

Which means you’ve been sleeping for a while since you guys arrived in the afternoon

He’s got 15 missed calls from the boys plus their managers and he shoots Cheol a text to assure him that the two of you are alright

But he doesn’t wake you up because he doesn’t just yet want to disturb the peace that is your sleep

Plus, you’re drooling a little bit and he kinda wants to snap that to everybody he knows

He finally wakes you up with small pecks across your face

And watches as you slowly open your eyes

It’s romantic, really, and you expect what he will say next as he opens his mouth to be romantic as well…

“Y/N, you have eye boogers.”

His laughter can be heard for miles as you shove him away and scramble to get up and start heading back home

He hurries to catch up with you, running up and clasping your hand

You don’t glance over to your side, but you know he’s smiling

And yeah, maybe you are too

Something you never knew you needed but totally needed. But seriously, happy birthday love <3 (I give you shit but it’s all in good jest)

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sparatus · 7 years ago

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slides in 1-10 for sparatus/aediteia and garrus/tasora?

GARGLING NOISES

spirian [sparatus/aediteia]

1. Who is the early bird / Who is the night owl?

teia’s more of an early bird than ierian just cause of her job..... she has to get up earlier so she adapted by learning to be a morning person. in contrast ierian stays up late doing work a lot so he’s more of a night owl lol

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

teia’s the little spoon..... she’s so tiny ierian can just curl right up around her she loves it

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

teia somehow manages to be both lmao she’s so little that she seeks heat in any way she can get it and some nights that means snuggling up against ierian and clinging like a barnacle, some nights it means all your cover are belong to us

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

BOTH!!!! both..... it all depends on who wakes up first but somebody is getting woken up with smoochies

5. Who usually has nightmares?

they’re both prone to them because of their work being so stressful, but after the destiny ascension fiasco ierian gets them a lot worse and a lot more frequently

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

ierian is more prone to them at night, cause he’ll be just watching teia putter around the apartment or dozing off on the sofa/bed next to him, and he’ll start thinking about how much he loves her and how much time has passed since they met and how he still thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen even after aging about 50 years and how happy he is that he gets to grow old with her

teia meanwhile tends to get them during the day, cause she’ll be covering the council for a day and her mind will wander and she’ll start thinking abt how regal and stately ierian looks when he’s working and then it quickly moves to “holy shit i just love this man so much” in the same vein as listed above

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

they both kind of do tbh, they’re both worrywarts but they know how to balance each other out and keep each other calm and focused on what’s more important

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

ierian sleeps in just a pair of old sweatpants, and teia sleeps in an oversized shirt and nothing else

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

both, depending on who wakes up or offers first

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour?

teia’s got a horrible sweet tooth....... ierian does too but hers is worse

vakarennis [garrus/tasora]

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

i feel like they’re both early birds tbh?? tasora slightly earlier than garrus

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

it varies..... usually it’s just that whoever lies down first is the little spoon

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

tasora is a cover hog so garrus combats it with strategic cuddling to worm his way back under the covers, with a bonus of snuggling and sharing body heat

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

GARRUS..... if tasora wakes up first she likes to let garrus sleep and will go make herself breakfast and watch the morning news feeds while she waits for him, but if he wakes up first then it’s smoochville

5. Who usually has nightmares?

garrus tbh...... and i mean can you blame him

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

i feel like they both get them at night and then have deep conversations about it that usually end in snuggling while they drift off to sleep and mumble mushy nonsense to each other, with slow loving sensual sex beforehand optional

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

garrus..... he feels like more of a worrywart

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

garrus sleeps in the nude i feel like tbh..... tasora sleeps in sweats and an comfy shirt but on the nights she gets laid she sleeps in whatever state of undress garrus fucked her in ;)

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

tasora, mostly just cause she’s the one who’s awake first

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour?

garrus has a bit more of a sweet tooth, tasora likes sour stuff more

#vakarennis #spirian #ierian's ocs #aediteia epirian #tasora rennis #garrus vakarian #councilor sparatus #autistic-council-spectre #press conference

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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373.

Nickname; >> Rev is pretty much the only nickname that at least two people still call me. Most everyone else calls me by my name. How many piercings do you have, and where? >> One in each earlobe, one in septum. What color are your eyes? >> Dark brown. And hair? >> Dark brown. Does orange look good on you? Can you pull it off? >> I’m sure at least one shade of orange looks all right on me. I haven’t tried on any orange garments, though, so I wouldn’t know.

What do you do when it storms and the power’s out all night? >> That hasn’t happened to me since childhood. The longest the power’s been out in my recent memory is about a half-hour (or probably more like twenty minutes). What do you do with yourself when you’re at the beach? >> Well, I was just at the beach this past weekend, and mostly I just sat in the shade of the pop-up tent Sparrow had borrowed from her sister and drank Barefoot, heh. Are you shy, or no? >> I wouldn’t say I was shy. Have you ever been to St. Augustine? >> No. Have you ever been to Ocala? >> No. Have you ever just been to Florida? >> No. What about Indiana? >> I’ve been through Indiana several times on trips to Chicago and back. Are you nosey? >> I can be about things like Internet drama, lol, but generally I mind my business. Do you “pry”? >> No. Why does everyone hate Justin Bieber so much? >> This is so hyperbolic I don’t even feel like answering it seriously. What’s your favorite commercial? >> I liked one that Google did a while back, and Amazon had one over the holiday season with a rabbi and an imam that were besties. That was cute. But I usually don’t even see commercials, let alone have favourites. Who has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen? >> --- When’s the last time you pulled an all-nighter? >> I don’t remember. I’m not even sure I’m capable of it anymore. What were you doing? >> --- Purple on guys; Yes, or no? >> Purple is for anyone who wants to wear it. Do you like Boys Like Girls? >> I have no opinion on them. Do you actually try everything on before you buy it? >> No, just the things I’m not sure about the fit of. Do you ever actually check the price? >> Definitely. What’s your favorite candle scent? >> I don’t have one. Have you ever known anyone with a dog blind in one eye? >> No. Have you ever been friends with a forgein exchanged student? >> No. Was it sad when they went back to… wherever they came from? >> --- Have you ever been given any sort of ring? >> Yeah, an engagement ring. Do you know anyone that works at a tattoo shop? >> No. If you HAD to get a tattoo, what would it be, and where? >> I have some ideas, but I don’t feel like outlining them here. Do you own any lockets or charm bracelets? >> No. The last dress you were in; What’d it look like? >> It was probably the long olive one with an elephant on it. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? >> No. What’s your favorite nickname of yours? >> I think “Rev” is a great nickname/title and I can’t imagine a better one. What’s one of yours that you HATE? >> --- Maple or hazelnut flavoring? >> Maple. What’s your favorite Coke product? >> I don’t even remember all the products that they own. What’s the brand of your cell-phone, and the color? >> A black Moto. What’s your favorite body-part on the opposite sex? >> --- Are you now, or have you ever been, a cheerleader? >> No. Have you heard any of Eminem’s new Recovery songs? >> Nope. I kinda forgot he existed. Favorite song lyrics; >> --- Watergun or water-balloon war? >> --- Have you ever watched Ugly Betty? >> No. Would running into your ex right now be painful? >> Nah. What’s the most annoying sound, ever? >> So many. Are you typo-proned? >> Nope. How do you feel about Lady GaGa? >> I think her music is fun to listen to. Are the rumors about her true? >> What rumours...? Are you friends with any “trolls”? >> No. What would you get a boyfriend for his 17th birthday? >> *stares in 30something* Does your hair have a mind of it’s own? >> *shrug* Is Dane Cook really all that funny? I don’t think he is. >> I don’t think he is either. Do you watch Glee? >> No. Do you ever shop at Fredflare.com? >> No. Do you happen to know anyone named Matty? (Matthew or Matt will suffice) >> No. What’s he like? >> --- Are you always hyper? >> I’m almost never hyper. It takes a lot to get me anywhere near that level. Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators? >> No. Do you like country music? >> Some. Y'know. Like, “my mule left me for my sheepdog”; that sorta thing >> LMAO Do you know any scenesters?!?? >> No. Is that even still a thing? Has any guy ever forgotten your name so often and exclusively that he just started calling you “girl”? >> No??? Did you have to have braces for awhile, too? :[ >> No. Kisses on your cheek, or forehead? >> --- When’s the last time you wore facepaint? What’d it look like? >> If I’d ever worn it, I was probably a child. Do you still have a teddy-bear lying around somewhere? >> Yeah, I have two on my bed right now. Are you a deep-thinker? >> Sure. Are you a good-speller? >> Yep. Do you over-analyze everything, like me? >> Sometimes, but it’s tiring and pointless and boring so I try to steer clear of it. Have you ever rode on the back of a moped? >> No. Do like Frank Sinatra? >> Nah. What about Cap'n Jazz? >> I don’t know who that is. Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex? >> No. What’s the brand of the computer or laptop that you’re on? >> Lenovo. Are you sitting on your bed? Or a spinny chair?? >> I’m on my bed. I was on my spinny chair earlier, though. Anyone you can’t get off your mind? >> No. Have a “bone to pick” with anyone? >> Eh, not really. What does love feel like? >> I don’t know. Who’s your favorite Beatle? >> I don’t have one. Does it annoy the hell out of you when people smoke around you? >> I’m not usually around smokers, but it annoys me when someone lights up at the bus stop or something. In which case I just walk upwind a ways and hope for the best. Do you like guys with long-ish hair? >> --- How do you talk when you’re drunk? >> I don’t know. From my perspective, I don’t talk much differently, aside from the fact that I’m more inclined to talk (although sometimes I’m not? I guess it just depends). Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go? >> No. What do you order at Starbucks? >> --- Penn Station or Subway? >> Is Penn Station also the name of a sandwich joint or something? Otherwise, this is just confusing. People with addictions are weak. Brutal truth, or “falsies”? >> I don’t believe this, no. The fact that I’ve never been addicted to anything is sheer luck (and maybe a genetic component that I don’t know about), not because I have some kind of magical fortitude that makes me “stronger” than people with addictions. “There but for the grace of God go I” and so on. Do you expect more from people than you’d be willing to do for them? >> No. Do you have a “gunkle”, like me? [: >> A what now The underwear you’re wearing right now; Describe it. >> They’re navy blue briefs. When’s the last time you were on a swing? >> I don’t remember. Whose hand did you last squeeze? >> --- Have you ever actually tied string around a finger? >> No. Wouldn’t that be difficult? >> I don’t know, never tried it. Have you ever been in a cornfield with a boylyfriend? (: >> No. Does baby talk annoy you? >> Very much. What’s the last thing you wrote (or drew) on yourself? >> I don’t remember. Can you walk straight in heels? >> Yeah. Do you like Eskimo kisses? >> No. When’s the last time you sat (or did anything, I guess) on a rooftop? >> I haven’t done that since I lived in NYC, where rooftops were more accessible. Have you ever heard anyone call kissing “swappin’ spit”? >> Yeah. Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend? >> --- Or, have you had to before? >> --- Think about your ex. Just do it. How do you feel? >> I don’t feel anything. When’s the last time you lied in bed with the opposite sex. Who was it? >> --- Have you ever been tackle-hugged? (: >> Yeah. Have you ever been tackle-hugged into a pool with all your clothes on? >> No. Do you own any heart-shaped glasses? >> No. Do you have any photographs on your walls? >> No. Do you own an Ugly Doll? [: >> No. Do you overuse :)s, like me? >> No. Do you overuse the word “like”, or “amazing”? >> I don’t think so. Do you have any crowns? >> No. Brunette dudes with bleach blonde hair are utterly unattractive. Yes? >> --- Is there anyone that you “see yourself in”, so to speak? >> Characters, usually. What’d you last use scissors for? >> Probably when I had to cut open a package of Morningstar burgers because the damn ziplock seal was... sealed shut, or something. Someone dozed off on the assembly line, I guess. Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before? >> Probably. How well’d that go over with him? (Or her, I’m not judging) >> --- Are you really over him, or are you just a great liar? >> --- Whose grave did you last visit? >> I don’t visit anyone’s grave. Do you have any polaroids? (pictures) >> No. How many photo-albums do you have? >> Zero. Do you scrapbook? >> No. Have you ever made a PostSecret book? >> No. Have you ever seen The Upside Down Show? >> No. Is it something children should really watch? >> --- What about The Wiggles? >> --- Do you support gay? >> The way this question is worded makes me laugh. Name a song that gives you goosebumps. >> Sigh. Is it wrong to call things “gay”? >> I really don’t care. What’s the most terrifying thing you’ve ever been through? >> *shrug* Is there really such thing as a “chemical imbalance”? >> Sure, I mean... I haven’t seen any conclusive data that says chemicals can’t be imbalanced in a biological organism. Is love really just a chemical reaction? >> Sure, I guess. Isn’t just about everything?

#surveys #survey #random survey

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