#sou hiyori x reader

[mayumml]

Midori is not a good lover

The REAL Sou Hiyori relationship headcanons <3

first off, you don’t know if he genuinely likes you or not and most likely will never be sure 

Maybe you’re a piece of pawn in his stupid chess game but what can you do?

Midori manipulates and gaslights you just like with anyone else, you’re the primary victim that receives most of it though

He seems like a man that didn’t have a heart, and he literally doesn’t 

Feels like he doesn’t know how to act in a relationship or more like he doesn’t care enough to

You think he’d choose his work over you anytime 

He’s so on and off with his affection

He treats you like everyone else, particularly more strict with you sometimes and scolds you more often than the other participants

This fucker is adamant about “being fair to all participants and not letting a personal relation change that” and yet you feel like he’s being the most unfair to you

Even more passive aggressive when it comes to you, he loves to bring up the past and laugh when you get pissed

But then sometimes, he would appear out of nowhere and gives you a quick peck

You’d expect him to be open to PDA, and yet he only ever initiates (and allows) any affection when it’s just the two of you 

You’re conflicted, though, at certain times he’ll choose a timing where most of everyone is gathered in one place and approach you with the most affection you’ll ever receive from him

He makes sure everyone is looking, maybe it’s his way of showing his twisted sense of superiority?

Midori very quickly reverts back to ignoring you if he is satisfied 

You learn that he is extremely possessive

Yes, you get fed up with his shit many times and he knows it well

Does he ever apologize? Never. 

Like ever. 

You could confront him, but he’ll give you the same saccharine smile and feigns innocence

“What’s wrong with me showing my lover off to everyone? Does that upset you?” 

When you try to explain that’s not why you’re upset, he convinces you that you’re overreacting and somehow makes you seem like the bad guy for “not wanting to be seen with him.” (bitchass) 

Weirdly loves small talk 

Midori would interrogate you whenever he pleases and ask about your favorite color to wear on a rainy day 

You cant tell if he really cares about your responses at all because he just stands there and blinks with his smile and throws follow up questions at you

Kind of feels like he wants to know everything about you but also nothing at the same time 

Remembers small, itty bitty details about you

It’s endearing but also freaks you out because he remembers which angle you prefer to wear your collar

Very touchy when he wants to be, but acts like a jerk when he decides he doesn’t feel like it 

Limited use of pet names because he prefers calling you by your name 

Will call you sweetheart (mockingly most of the time), “my favorite participant,” or a shortened version of your name

Likes to receive but doesn’t give, unless he needs something

You don’t know why you’re still with him 

Midori is very good at making you feel special but also worthless

Will give you overly expensive presents that you don’t need and stare at your reaction as you open them 

(does he think this makes up for his neglect as a partner?)

Very likely to give you jewelry with his initials, he might have one with your initials but won’t wear it 

Sucks at comforting

He actually just doesn’t comfort at all

He makes things worse when you’re upset 

“You’re crying? Humans really are sentimental beings, after all. I guess crying is all that you’re capable of.” 

Let you play and style with his hair in private 

Gets defensive and change the subject when you mention Shin’s history with him

Avoids personal questions like the plague 

Actively tries to poke into every corner of your life. Boundaries? What’s that?

Not a very good partner, he’s just not a good person in general

Midori rarely mentions your relationship in front of the other participants, but when he does, he refers to you as his lover

Will pair you with him with the red light, he knows you don’t have the guts to kill him 

Urges you on to kill him way too often 

He gives you a smug knowing grin and a kiss when you can’t do it

Don’t try to physically hurt him, it turns him on (he won’t hesitate to break your arm)

Remember when I said he’s very possessive? 

Fucker treats you like an object

no one takes what belongs to him

Won’t be the type to defend you and won’t fight if someone hits on you

He would direct the conversation elsewhere and weird out whoever it is somehow (always works) 

Shows up a few days later with news that the attacker mysteriously jumped of a building (willingly?) 

His romantic side is very unconventional

“Would you love me even if I was a worm?” 

“Worms are rather dirty and invasive, are they not? I’d rather not deal with a pest, thanks.” 

[yvannahaleth]

Bro's The Type Of Guy That...

GN! Reader, Fluff, SFW, Shin Tsukimi x Reader, Sou Hiyori x Reader, Slight Spoiler

Bro's the type of guy that claims that he works alone yet he doesn't say anything when you keep him accompany.

Bro's the type of guy that becomes really protective over you, yet he brushed it off as something natural.

Bro's the type of guy that doesn't care what anyone say about him. But the second they say something bad about you, he will go feral.

Bro's the type of guy that likes to use sarcasm often. He will definitely say "No" when you asked him whether he loves you or not, when in reality, he would take a bullet for you.

Bro's the type of guy that likes to ruffle your hair, whether or not your height is the same as him. If you're taller than him, well, too bad; you have to lower your head so his hand could reach your hair, ruffling it.

Bro's the type of guy whose love language is act of service. He says you're unimportant, while he will instinctively hovers in front of you when he sense something bad is about to happen.

Bro's the type of guy that remembers every tiny details about you. Your likes and dislikes, your hidden talent, your not-so phobia, everything. Yet he says that he doesn't care about you.

Bro's the type of guy that depends on you for taking care of Kanna. He trusts you enough to look after her.

Bro's the type of guy that doesn't mind if you want to play with his fluffy hair and take off his beanie. If it were anyone else, he'll be so fast to slap their hands off him.

Bro's the type of guy that loves booping your nose. He also loves flicking your forehead as a punishment. It's like him trying to ask you to give him your full attention.

Bro's the type of guy that straight up glares at the person you're talking to when he's jealous. If he feels nice enough, he will join your conversation forcingly, give a few comments with a sarcastic tone, and quickly said goodbye as he drags you away. If he's too jealous to contain his feelings, he will grab you by your wrist and walk away without saying anything. He hates it when someone doesn't notice that you're with him. You are his significant other. You are his sun, moon, and stars.

Bro's the type of guy that likes to play with your fingers when he's deeply focused on something. Or when he's trying to distract himself from something. Playing with your fingers is like a stress-relief for him.

Bro's the type of guy that trusts you enough to show who he truly is: Shin Tsukimi.

[liaximagines]

👥KEIJI;SOU(MIDORI)&SHIN(SOU) CONFESSING TO THEIR S/O!~

KEIJI

🔹Ahh our dear mr policeman falling head over heels for you! How sweet huh?

🔹I feel like Keiji's "friendly" flirting with you here and there actually developed into a strong 'crush'! I wish you could see his face when he realized..

🔹Anyway- Keiji likes when things aren't pushed aside for the last minute, so he decides to confess after a week or two from him finding out how he feels about you.

🔹When he was "courting" you earlier you never seemed grossed out nor uncomfortable, and actually you played along. That's a GOOD sign for him since there's a chance you'd actually accept him!

🔹So my dear reader, don't get surprised when a fellow police officer shows up at your doorstep with a rose or two..and that charming smile of his..

"Good mornin', your friendly policeman here is in a need of a company right now ahah..Would you care to accept if he dared to ask you out perhaps?"

SHIN

🔹Shin, Shin, Shin...how pathetic of him to catch feeling..right?

🔹He never thought, that after Midori he'll be able to trust someone so much..but here you are huh?

🔹He's confused, flustered and excited at once. How can a smeary loner like him get his feelings reciprocated? He thinks that he's not good enough for you yet, the thought of loosing his chance still pains.

🔹Finally he decides to talk with you about how he feels. He puts on some clean clothing, nice smelling cologne and most importantly, a true smile.

🔹You two were casually hanging out in your usual spot, you know doing stuff, when he decided to bring up the topic..

"Hey uhh..I have to admit that I..like you more than most people I ever met and..I was wondering..If I saved some extra money, would you like to grab some coffee?"

SOU

🔹Ahahah..Sou sweet Sou..No. Not that sweet let's be real. You two were co-workers for the company of course, and he had to admit..you caught his eye WELL.

🔹He didn't think of it as a crush, just simple adoration and respect from afar. BUT- He could feel his left eye twitch everytime you spoke a bit TOO friendly with other workers.

🔹He has to intervene before someone steals you completely from him, and he wouldn't like that scenario.Then it hits him. It's MORE than just adoration and respect.

🔹He plans every single step on his confession. He's a master of manipulation and act, what did you expect? He'll give you the best speech possible to make you say yes! Most likely..ehem..

🔹Sou won't lie tho, he is a bit nervous but masks it under his usual creepy smile. On a normal day he brings you coffee to your office. There's a small heart on top of it..aww..

🔹When you raise your eyebrow at him, confused what he's up to he shrugs it off..that lettuce head bastard..

"Oh it's nothing truly! Just me caring for my co-worker! Although..no, co-worker is not the word of my choice hmm..How about..we became partners instead? Hm hm?~ Would youu like that?~ If you're not sure please care to meet me in my office so we could discuss it more..privately."

HI HIII! HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE!🩵 FEEL FREE TO REQUEST YTTD CAUSE I LOVEE WRITING FOR ITT!!🐦

[k0yaz]

UWAHHH THIS IS EMBARSSING, UHM MAY I REQUEST SOU HIYORI EATING OUT AFAB READER? TYSM 😭 TAKE UR TIME!!! AS MUCH AS U WANT!!!

ugly lettuce bitch

Pairing(s): sou hiyori/midori x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, afab reader, cunnilingus, hair pulling, bruising, abnormally long ass tongue, hatred sex, oral sex, ugly lettuce bitch sou

A/N: ew ugly lettuce bitch but I’m writing this for you moot <3

“Ah…fuck..Sou-“

His name spilled from your parted lips as you bucked your hips up against his tongue, moaning out as your fingers shot down to tangle themselves in his green hair. Sou’s smirk against you only made you grow more and more aroused by the second. His abnormally long tongue snaking within your cunt sent shivers up your spine, and a throbbing sensation around your walls.

You gripped his hair tighter, pulling his head closer to you as you dragged your bottom lip between your teeth to quiet down your stifled moans of pleasure.

Slurping and the squelching of your hole rang in your ears, occasionally mixed with a sultry, muffled laugh from Sou. His tongue drew circles inside you, dragging against your clenching walls, and roughly pressing his tongue against that one spot inside you, making you gasp loudly. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers tightened around your thighs, pushing your legs apart further, and practically devouring your pussy at this point.

He pulled his head back slightly to glide his teeth along your clit slightly, sending you into a shock state for a moment. A mix of pain and pleasure flooded you, as your mind went blank and into a state of euphoria when his teeth pressed against you. Suddenly, your free hand gripped the sheets, and your hand tangled in Sou’s hair tightened once again as you screamed out from pleasure.

You didn’t even make an attempt to bite your bottom lip anymore, you just let your noises echo throughout the space in which you were getting fucked by Sou’s tongue. You rutted your hips up against his mouth, which was wrapped around your clit, and not too long after shoved between your lips as he used his hand to spread your slit to gain more access.

Your body shook as strikes of pleasure shot from your lower abdomen throughout your whole body. The feeling of his tongue exploring every nook and cranny of your insides drove you fucking insane.

Your hips suddenly jerked up, a strained whine sharply leaving your lips as you came undone against his lips, your hot walls tightening around his tongue, and juices decorating his lips, before relaxing and letting him pull out. A mischievous smile crossed his lips as he glanced down at the bruises he left on your thighs, and then shifted his gaze to your heaving pussy. An oddly high pitched giggle escaped him as he smirked at you.

“For someone who hates me so much, you sure as hell come undone for me pretty fast.”

“Fuck you, ugly lettuce bitch.”

A/N: HAISISODHF I HATE HIM SO MUCH LMAOSOD

wrote this in math- sorry if it’s so short 🧍

[an-idiot-in-a-costume]

hihi!! may i request another afab reader x sou (midori) hiyori head cannons again but with , smut... SORRYY!!! EUEHHHH 😭

SORRY SO SORRY FOR REQUESTING AGAIN, I JUST UR BLOG AND HEAD CANONS EUWAHHH

more mid man 👍

HIYORI SOU (MIDORI) X AFAB READER

(TW!!:a mid man,midori likes "pillows",midori hating children, he doesnt blink, BLOOD AND GORE IN THE GIF, disembodied heart in gif, talk of gore, midoris insane,SERIOUSLY GORE IN THE GIF OKAY OKAY???)

-this bastard cannot deal with children at all, would threaten to throw one out the window.

-food dates are iffy for him because he's a doll, ain't got no stomach, like he's fine buying food for you, but like eating together???

-as I've states before,i genuinely don't think he blinks because he doesn't have eyelids (i know he has cannon sprites of his eyes closed but quiet.) So if you wake up in the middle of cuddling, his eyes are wide awake and glowing too.

-gets jealous EASILY if you hang out with like any of the other dolls, he's cocking his gun

-dont tug on the rat tail, seriously,if you do he gives you the million yard death stare.

-hes like a pitbull, really sweet but when you get on his nerves he's FERAL

-he constantly says he needs different pillow so he can lay his head on your chest.

-one year for valentines he showed up covered in blood and his something behind his back he told you to close your eyes and hold out your hands, you felt a beating noise when he put it in your hand and he told you to open you're eyes,he gave you a STILL BEATING heart, so romantic ❤.

💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮💮

Hehehe mid man the little mid man i love the little mid man ❤

[yuechihua]

you're a man or you're a dog.

summary: You hate Sou Hiyori, but you can't bring yourself to stay away from him. Neither, it seems, can he.

notes: 5k words, author's notes, spoilers for up to chapter three, power play, unhealthy relationships, mild violence

You’ve never liked Sou from the beginning.

That trembling, rabbited body, the doe-eyes peering up at you under sweeps of teal hair, the fidgeting hands tugging at the ends of his frayed scarf or his beanie or the zipper corners of his jacket. The flash of fragile bones, sharp and bird-like, shifting beneath his wrists, the thumbprint bruises under his eyes, the soft, creamy skin. 

He reminds you of dependency and weakness so pathetic everyone lets their guard down. But you’ve always hated children that tug on your clothing and small animals that peer up at you with wet eyes, begging for mercy and love.

No, you don’t like the way he postures and hides, how he slinks up to you as if he’s sizing you up when the rest of the group departs to their various tasks on that very first day of being trapped. The calculating gaze of a cornered animal, bearing his smooth stomach and drooping tail, a feigned act of clemency.

“I, ah, I don’t know where to start,” he says to you. “What are you thinking about going…?”

“Oh, maybe somewhere where I can help someone else,” you tell him pleasantly.

“Oh wow. That’s really admirable, in a situation like this, to put someone over yourself.”

“Well, what else can you do? Getting along with everyone seems like the best way to survive.”

The silence that follows is weighted with your respective derision. He doesn’t bother approaching you again during that first main game, though you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back. Calculating where you fit in his plans, the people you talk to, weighing the few cards you show of your hand and how they stack up to his.

It pisses you off how obvious he is, and how much you can’t stop watching just to see what he’ll do next. The unseemly desperation, the way he acts like a man drowning, clinging to any piece of debris he can. You would stick to smiling, to saying the right supportive words to Sara and the others, to skating by just so through cooperating and letting the others make their plans for you to follow. 

It’s how you’ve been since you were young. 

When your elementary school classmate accused you of liking a different classmate more than her, you could only apologize and reassure her as she huffed and cried, even though you never considered her your friend at all. Your high school boyfriend liked that you were “so good at listening,” even though you hated the sweaty, awkward arms he slung around your shoulders, his self-aggrandizing speeches. Your boss at work would rib at you, your misbuttoned suit jacket and gloomy demeanor and mistakes on client spreadsheets, and you would just smile and laugh along and promise to do better next time, even though you would have to clean that asshole’s own mistakes tomorrow. 

But that was how you got along in the world, and if you had a complaint, you would vent it in front of your staticky television screen, your only friends the greasy takeout chicken wings from the local convenience store and a sweating beer bottle leaving a ring of condensation on the table.

When the others react in mixtures of shock and horror to Sou’s various betrayals, you can only watch him, biting back your own barbed remarks. A scared dog, no matter how well-trained or mild, will bite when cornered, so how could you have expected any different?

Isn’t that how it is when you try to do more than you should? you want to tell Sou, watching his face as his votes pile up in that very first game. You did this to yourself, like an idiot.

It’s not as if you want others to die by your hand. You don’t delight in the suffering of others, and you act as nice as they expected you to be, but you would never gladly throw yourself on the chopping block for the sake of a stranger. If you were to act as a martyr, the only people left to savor that sacrifice would be the people left behind. You would be gone, and self-satisfaction doesn’t carry beyond the grave. No, your life, as shitty as it is, is your own.

Still, you can’t wash your hands of Sou just yet.

“Kanna is going to stay with Sou to keep a watch on him,” Kanna announces in front of the remaining group one day (or night? Or afternoon? There’s no way to keep track of time here). 

Kanna is someone you never know how to deal with, not with her innocence and determination, and whenever she approaches you, you slide the responsibility of her care or her childish questions onto a more responsible, kinder adult.

So it’s not out of concern for her when you finally speak up, the words leaving your mouth before you can think them through. “I’ll stay with him,” you say. 

There’s a ripple of surprised faces turning towards you at your declaration. You know that, what with how you’ve never volunteered to do anything first, that it seems surprising, if not suspicious.

But there’s something about Sou Hiyori. Something that you can’t just leave alone, like a loose pebble in your shoe, irritating you with every step. How easy he is to read. How pathetic.

“But… Kanna has to—”

“Kanna,” you say kindly, patiently. “You’re young, and I wouldn’t be comfortable letting you stay with Sou by yourself. It would be better for an adult to look after Sou. I don’t want to worry over what might happen if you were left alone with him.”

Kanna curls her fingers together, picking at the ends of her shirt. It’s a habit strangely similar to Sou. She looks lost as she darts a glance at Sou, and then at you, and then at the sea of faces around her. “... Okay,” she says at last.

“Come on,” you tell Sou. You stop just short of yanking on his arm, but he flinches back from you as you approach, as if he can sense the thoughts in your head. “You should rest.”

The only sound for the next few minutes are the disjointed melody of your footsteps, Sou dragging himself after you with that perpetual slouch as you march briskly to his room.

You’re jerking the door closed when Sou finally speaks behind you. “Hypocrite.”

“What?”

“Hypocrite,” he says again, and your knuckles tense on the door knob. “Did you feel good? Acting like a caring adult in front of everyone. Playing the part of a good person.”

You let out a breath as you turn to face him. He’s standing in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around his body, braced for some sort of impact.

“I’m just doing what a reasonable adult should,” you say coolly. “She is a child.”

He flinches slightly at that, the hidden dig in your words, and you can’t tear your eyes from his slender frame. But it’s not enough to stop him from opening his mouth. “You’re lucky, you know? You have that entire group wrapped around your finger. Or… is it that you’re the one wrapped around theirs? Always saying ‘yes,’ and ‘please,’ and ‘of course.’ You’d lick their shoes if someone asked, right?”

He’s trying to get under your skin. That’s how he operates.

You can see the pointed calculation behind every word, but it’s still the truth. It’s the truth, and you’ve always known it even if you tried not to think about it. But to hear it from him, said with a mocking intimacy, that careful dissection of all your secrets and all your layers and your pretensions, from someone who, at the end of the day, is just the same as you, is humiliating.

This is why you’ve always, always hated him, right from the beginning. The way he watches you in the same way you watch him with nothing but contempt and judgement. But what else do you do when you’re weak, when you have nothing but the desperate desire to survive, even when it means clinging to someone stronger?

Like a dog. Begging, with your stomach bared, hoping to be spared, throwing away your pride.

What other choice do you have, then, to act like an animal?

You advance towards Sou, and he has the decency to back away, skittish, infuriating prey down to his core. But there’s nothing behind him but the length of the bed, knocking against the back of his knobbly knees, and he’s trapped.

Trapped by the finger you shove into the middle of his chest, pressing into bone, hard enough that he winces and that some purple-red bruise blooms on his fragile skin under his clothes, you imagine.

“You would know about licking shoes, wouldn’t you?” you say quietly. “It’s what you did at the beginning, like a pathetic little bitch.”

“You’re disgusting,” Sou breathes. “They’re going to vote you off to die, and you’re going to thank them.”

He still hasn’t moved, and the finger on his chest becomes a fist, knotting in his scarf, and you savor the strangled noise he makes when you yank him up, his breath hitching as his neck strains to keep you in his sight.

It would be so easy to break him. To pry your fingers into the gaps of his facade and pull the piece apart until they shatter. That soft heart, that fragile skin, that nauseatingly familiar weakness.

You could do it. You want to do it. God, that’s what you wanted from the beginning. You wanted to watch him break, for him to look in your eyes as he does. You would savor every taste of his raw, animal fear.

“Can’t mouth off anymore?” you breathe. “Nothing to say?”

Sou doesn’t make any attempt to push away from you, but his cheeks are a mottled patchwork of lipstick red blush and ghostly white skin. But his words are as mocking as ever. “So this is what you’re really like.” 

You shove him back against the bed, where he lands with a squawk, his body bouncing on the covers more wildly than the force you used should necessitate. He comes to a rest, a shivering crescent moon, his red scarf blooming like blood across the pale slash of his neck.

His eyes, though. Bright pools of liquid. They track your every movement with a nervous, excited intensity. He’s not pulling away from you. Instead, it’s more like he’s waiting. 

“Do you get off on me treating you like this?” you say.

“…What?” His response comes a little too late to be convincing. Not that the blush staining his face helps, either. 

“Is this what you wanted from the start of our conversation, Sou?”

“You’re full of yourself.” 

“If you beg me, maybe I will do something to you.” 

His breath hitches in his throat. You watch as it’s trapped there, like a fluttering bird, the words on the edge of his tongue. 

He’s considering it. 

It thrills you that he is. 

But Sou swallows that breath, and gives a defiant jerk of his head. “I’m not desperate.” 

Not yet. But this is enough for now. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, and Sou skitters away to the other side, flailing upright as you settle over the covers, legs crossed. You look up at the ceiling, counting the dark specks as you speak. 

“I’m not sleeping on the floor. You can, if you don’t want to share a bed. Although… I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want.” 

“I don’t want anything from you.” When you turn to look at him, he’s settling under the covers, facing away from you so all you can see is his beanie, framed by loose strands of teal hair like a fuzzy halo. 

“Really?” you press. 

He doesn’t answer, and you close your eyes. 

Whenever you see him after that, if you smile or your eyes linger for too long in his direction, Sou stiffens, and inevitably finds some excuse to scurry away. It’s an effect you enjoy a little too much, how aware he is of you. 

Once, while collecting tokens, you find him in the abandoned corridor. 

You hardly do little more than step in front of his path and his body shudders to a halt. When you take a step forward, he takes a step back. But there’s nothing but rubble behind him, and nowhere further to run.

You push forward until you can pull the beanie over his hair, a rougher gesture than it needed to be. Sou’s body is a tense line, but his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he’s waiting for you to do something else. 

“It annoys me how sloppy you are,” you tell him flatly. “Your stupid beanie was about to fall off.”

“You’re not even trying to pretend to be a good person anymore, huh?” 

You tilt your head. “Do I have any reason to be nice to you?” 

Sou looks at the ground and kicks at a loose rock. “If everyone knew what you were really like, they would all turn on you.”

“You’re the only one who makes me act this way,” you say, and, emboldened, skate two fingers upwards along his arm. Sou doesn’t look up, though you can feel how he trembles at the slow trail of your movement.

But you withdraw your hands before you can reach his shoulders, and when he flicks his head up, you only smile before you leave.

You chase him down, and he runs, and then you back away at the last minute, leaving him wanting more. Here, finally, is someone who’s weaker than you, that you don’t have to suck up to. The hunt is thrilling beyond belief. 

You get your enjoyment where you can until the main game, until there are more corpses, the bodies of people you’ve come to know and even somewhat care about piling up. And through the nausea, relief burns brighter than anything else. At least it isn’t you. At least you made it another day.

After the second main game, you look at Sou. Sou, or Shin, or whatever he wants to call himself, can’t tear himself away from the garden of Kanna’s body, of red flowers and twisted skin. When he finally notices your gaze, the hatred that flashes across his face is so searing you can feel the heat of it across the room.

Like a bad habit you can’t shake, you hunt him down when he runs, cornering him in his room again.

But he’s the one who touches you first this time, placing his hands on your chest and shoving with shaking arms. He has all the force of a plastic bag being blown around helplessly in the wind, and you’re unmoved by his pitiful attempts.

“Did you come to gloat? Laugh? Or were you going to pity me? Huh? Don’t tell me you were worried. You, of all people, worried?”

You grab his wrists before he can push you again, and it’s surprising how slender his wrists are, how with one hand you can easily circle his wrist, his thin, jutting bones digging into your flesh. You wouldn’t even need to use too much pressure until his bones snap.

“You make me sick,” Sou says, his chest heaving with each shallow breath. He makes no attempt to jerk out of your grip. “All of you make me sick. You all chose to kill Kanna. I don’t know why I ever expected anything better.”

“You’re the one who pushed her into that situation in the first place,” you say. “I’m not going to feel bad for you. If there’s anyone to feel bad for, it’s the people who died. Not some whining loser.”

“Fuck you. You’re not any different. No one on that damn team really cares about you. You’re just convenient,” he spits, “an idiot who’ll come running when they call, who they can throw away as soon as you aren’t useful anymore. You’re just some pathetic, useless, bottom of the barrel dog, so just keep wagging that tail of yours—”

Sou’s words cut off in a strangled gasp as you roughly jerk him closer. There’s no time to think, to process, to even consider what you’re doing as you bring your mouth to the back of his tender, creamy neck, and you bite.

Like a starving dog, you sink your teeth into his neck, and Sou flails wildly as you soothe the teeth marks with your tongue, pressing lightly against the indentations you’ve made. This time, you let go of his wrists as he backs away and touches the back of his neck. There it is again, that blush, staining his face as he runs his fingers along each mark. 

“You did say I was a dog,” you remark, trying to keep your tone composed, even as something sharp and excited and hot sits at the bottom of your stomach, some emotion that makes your pulse speed and your blood sing.

He always taunts you, and you always react, and neither of you ever learn your lesson. You hate him. You hate him, and he always hands you the perfect excuse to rip him apart in some way.

“So you what? Bite me?”

”Want me to do it again? You can show that off, if you want. Let everyone know the sort of things you like, how you really want to be treated.”

Sou’s fingers are still pressing against his neck, as if trying to recreate the force of your bite. His scarf has flown loose in the force of your movements, revealing delicate skin and collarbones, the shine of his collar.

Every fragile bird-like bone in his body screams at you to crush it. To snap it open, to pour the marrow in your mouth. You could bite the strawberry heart in his chest, drag your teeth through the meat mid-beat, just to know what it’s like to swallow his pulse. You could break him so easily, his papery skin bruising under the lightest of pressure. There’s nothing wrong with simple fact, and the fact is that he’s weak, like a lamb sent to the slaughter. No, what’s wrong is that you want to be the one to snap that gentle lamb’s neck, laid meekly on the altar, and how that lamb lifts his head just so to meet your hands.

Sou’s delicate fingers finally drop to tug his scarf into place, obscuring the bite on his neck. But it’ll be there, like a collar, lingering on his skin. He’ll know it’s there. You’ll know it, too.

“I hate you,” he says.

You laugh. “I know.”

After that, there’s not much time to talk, not with a new floor to explore and more trials to face. More puzzles, where you run around like rats in a maze, where any hope of escape is snuffed out as you’re shuffled into a new game.

But what throws you off about the new floor is Midori, and the scarf around his neck. It’s the same as the one Sou always wears. 

And, as your eyes are always drawn to Sou, you can’t help but notice the way he shrinks back from Midori, how he’s distracted, on edge and fidgeting with his pale, spidery fingers, like he’s trying to run away but he can’t.

You’re not stupid. You can put two and two together. And it pisses you off that someone else makes Sou look like this, that Sou has history with someone, anyone, else, that the sight of his pain and his fear doesn’t excite you, but that it only makes your stomach curdle, sour, rotten milk in your throat.

Midori only approaches you once, when you’re exploring on your own. He melts out of the shadows, and the two of you only stare at each other impassively, sizing each other up.

“You’re empty,” Midori says, head tilted to the side to an unnatural degree, the imitation of a human. 

“And you aren’t?” you snap.

He smiles at you, like the two of you are sharing some private joke, but the curl of his mouth is mocking. “Oh, I’m just saying we’re alike.” Midori casually drags a hand down the length of his scarf, red fabric rippling. “That’s why he’s so fascinated with you, I suppose. But you’re just so… boring, at the end of the day.” 

The implication is clear enough, and it makes that sour, rotten milk feeling flood your mouth again. He’s just taunting you. Trying to push your buttons, just like Sou loves to do. Maybe that’s where Sou learned it from. He’s had years, after all, to pick up on Midori’s mannerisms, enough time for Midori to mark him deeply. 

You stalk restlessly through the halls after Midori leaves, aimlessly peering into rooms and mumbling quick “hellos” to anyone who sees you, not pausing to hear their responses. It’s not until Sou is in sight, with his slouched back and ratty beanie, turning just in time for you to pin him against the wall, your arms caging him in.

“Shin,” you say.

“Don’t call me that,” he says, hunching his shoulders, trying to withdraw in on himself. But his posture is already terrible, so there’s nowhere for him to go.

“Sou. Whatever.”

“What do you want?”

That’s the question, isn’t it? Because Midori is right. You are empty, and you want to have your fill of this man in front of you. You want to fuck him up. To gorge yourself on him, to drag your nails down his skin, red tracks in the snow. To leave nothing behind for Midori to feast on, because he’ll be all yours.

But—would you just be chewing on the same pieces that Midori once did?

Your face must betray some of your thoughts, because Sou opens his mouth, then closes it into a firm, impenetrable line, eyes scrutinizing you.

“I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist,” he mocks. “Anyone can walk in on us like this, you know. Is that what you want?”

“Shut up, Sou.”

“Make me,” he breathes. His hands are open at his side, palms flat, fingers spread, ready to receive whatever you give him. “I know you want to.”

You could. You could bite him, mark him, kiss him as if you were real lovers. Pull his hair, or finally let your hands wander lower than the plane of his chest. Here it is, the control you’ve always longed for, offered from a pliant, willing, animal body.

You lower your head, just a fraction, and his throat bobs. “I can’t.”

“Were you just taking a big game, then? Coward.”

“You’re the one who wants me to do something.”

“No shit,” he hisses, face flushed. But you can’t take your usual pleasure from his bratty confession, or his red face. “So do something. I’m telling you to do something.”

Why is it that his first reaction to your odd moods is always to offer himself to you? To use him? You wouldn’t have hesitated before. It would have excited you to hear that he wants you in some measure, that he’s willing to admit it. 

You bite your lower lip, worrying absently at the flesh. Sou’s eyes track the movement, his gaze heated as he watches the slow movement of your mouth.

“Is this what you did with Midori?” you say, quietly.

His face shutters closed, all excitement hardening into cold steel, blocking any path forward. “Is this what this is about? Did he say something to you?”

“Does it matter if he did?”

“Why would you listen to him?” Sou snaps. “He’s one of the people who trapped us here.”

“But the two of you have a history. That matters.”

“It doesn’t,” he breathes, “Quit acting like some jealous lover.”

Your hands seize the end of his scarf, that stupid fucking scarf, the one that looks just like Midori’s, that probably is Midori’s, the one he never takes off. 

He doesn’t wince as you seize the end of the scarf and pull, even when it tightens around his neck like a noose before it slips off, even when it must burn his skin as it leaves behind red marks on the column of his slender, ivory neck, bisected in half by his collar.

The scarf pools on the floor like red blood as you bring a thumb to press gently on the mark on his neck. 

“Quit it,” he says, slapping your hand away, as if a tender touch is more unbearable than your previous cruelties.

“You wear his scarf, Sou. How do you want me to take that? Because I’m not going to be his fucking replacement, some cheap way for you to hurt yourself–”

“Are you stupid?” he says coldly. “Do you think I need to go to you if I want to hurt myself?”

“Then help me understand,” you snarl.

“He was my only friend. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Sou snaps. “He was the only one who ever wanted to look at me, or touch me, or spend time with me. He was the only one who loved me. Do you know how much that meant? Even if he just… wanted to hurt me, even if he liked it when I was scared, I… I would have…” Hurt wells through the cracks in his voice, the shattered pieces of his facade. It’s not Sou Hiyori who feels this way. It’s Shin Tsukimi.

You can’t bring yourself to look away, nor can you bring yourself to hold him when Sou roughly swipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. This isn’t your pain, and you can’t do anything to take it away from him. You’re little more than a distant observer.

“So that’s why you’re looking for anyone who’ll treat you like he did? So I’m just–”

“Shut up. Don’t talk like you know me. You’re not a therapist.” Sou’s hands are fisted in your shirt, yanking you down, his grip on the fabric uncomfortably tight as he forces you look him in the eyes. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, close enough to see his dry, flaking skin and chapped lips and greasy hair, the exhaustion weighing every inch of him down. “And don’t act like you didn’t want to do what you did. If I didn’t want you to—if I thought you were the same as him—I would never have—”

“Never have what?” you breathe.

“Let any of this happen.”

If he’s lying, then you can’t tell. But maybe Sou doesn’t know, either. His relationship with Midori means he only knows how to live like a scared dog, waiting for the next kick given under the promise of love.

For reasons you can’t explain, you let the weight of your head fall on his delicate shoulder. It’s uncomfortable, because he’s all skin and bones, and you can feel the sharp edge of his shoulder dig into your forehead.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “Shut up. Just let me do this.”

“This isn’t what our relationship is.”

“We don’t have a relationship at all,” you say sourly. “We’re just some assholes who’re using each other to get off. Which is something we haven’t actually done yet, by the way.”

“Are you serious? I literally just told you–”

“Not like that,” you interrupted. “We’re not going to do it like that.”

“What? You’re going to be gentle with me?” he sneers. “I didn’t ask you to.”

“Don’t be such a brat,” you snap. “I just meant if I’m getting something out of this, you have to get something out of it, too. That’s how mutual use works.”

What you don’t tell him is that you wouldn’t do anything, not with Midori hanging over the two of you. A living ghost, who’s watched the two of you from the beginning, who could be watching the two of you right now. None of the moments you shared with Sou, not even this one, really belonged to the two of you, not with Midori around. Voyeuristic freak.

Because you don’t want to be like Midori. You don’t want to be a bad habit Sou picked up because he’s looking for someone else in you. Maybe it should bother you that Sou couldn’t conceive of a love without violence, a softness without teeth, a kindness without ulterior motives. 

But maybe it should bother you more that you don’t know how to treat him in any other way than this.

“Sou,” you murmur against his skin, your voice vibrating through the thin fabric and flesh and weak muscle and hollow bone. “Would you vote for me in the main game?”

“... Yes. But you would do the same to me, wouldn’t you.” Not a question, but a statement, words as hard and sure as bleached bone.

You chuckle lightly, and his skin shudders. “Yes. Yes, I would. I hate you.”

His hands are stiff at his sides. Sou hasn’t made a move to touch you at all, but he hasn’t pushed you away, either. “And that’s why I let you do this, you know. At least you’re honest.”

“Cute. So no one else can touch you like I do?”

“What do you think?”

“Use your big boy words. Aren’t you capable of that much?” you say. “I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“You disgust me.”

“Sou.”

“... No. Okay? I wouldn’t let anyone else touch me. You’re the only one who can… do this.”

So, in some small way, Sou is yours. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough at all. In time, you’ll dig elbow-deep into his chest cavity, and make a space for yourself there. You’ll erase whatever Midori has done, and you’ll mark him so deeply so that all that will remain in him will be you.

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Walking down the cold hallways of the death game each step made a clicking sound, as in a sudden movement one of the hotel door. You where dragged in slowly, “Urgh!”

Sou's approach was slow and deliberate. You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew that he was studying your every move. You tried to back away, but your feet wouldn't move. You were rooted to the spot, unable to escape his grasp

You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and you could smell the musky scent of his once, cologne.

"I don't think you understand what you're getting into," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want you." He said shyly.

“Huh? This is all so sudden, dont just throw that at me.” You scoffed, wiggling in his grip.

Cutting off your monologue, you could feel your heart beating faster as he leaned in and kissed you, his lips rough and insistent. You tried to resist, but he held you firmly in his grip, his hand tracing a path down your back. Pulling back a string of saliva attached your lips, “This is no time for this Sou, where on the midst of dying!” You said concerned, but still steamy.

You knew that you should be scared, that you should try to escape. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the shuttering feelings that were coursing through your body. You were caught up in something that you couldn't control, and you knew that it was going to be dangerous. What happens if you get caught? Or seen suspicious for being out too long.

You looked up at him, trying to read his expression. But his face was unreadable, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. Was he not scared of doing any of this?

"I can’t do this alone," he said, his voice low and shy. "I need a stress reliever miss (Y/N)."

You knew that you were in deep trouble, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. You were caught up in something that you couldn't control, and you didn't know what was going to happen next.

Sou rested his face on the side of your neck, heavy breathing calloused your skin and sent shivers down your spine. “Please ma’am…” He commented quietly in your ear. His boney hands trailing dents of your exposed collar bone, as another snaked around your waist to pull you closer.

“Sou I-“ You cut yourself off to think for a moment, “Whats in it for me.” You try to say logically.

“We could trade our tokens, make sure neither of us die.” He said shyly.

“Since when where you the type of person to actually want to trade tokens?” You giggled Playing with his teal hair.

Sou seemed to take a moment of realization, how submissive he became for a person he met only a couple days ago. Especially in a death game, he didn’t know what was causing such attraction, making him weak, but he still wanted it bad.

“Fine.” You said, grabbing his pale face forcing him to meet your eyes. “I’ll help you.” You smiled.

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Shin Tsukimi x Reader under the cut

"Is that any way to treat your customers?" You replied, stalking over to the counter. He was leaning over it, his phone flat against the surface with some random mecha game on. "You're not even doing your job either."

"I thought I told you to stop coming to see me at work," he said, looking back down at his game. You watched as he tapped on a few different things, swiping through different characters. It was kind of cute how lame his interests were.

"When else am I supposed to see you?" You said, leaning over the counter and getting into his space, pretending you were interested in his game. "It's not like you have your own place I can go to."

That seemed to strike a nerve with him, if the way he raised his head and glared at you meant anything. You just smiled sweetly, because in the end you both knew you were right.

He sighed, grabbing his phone and turning it off before stuffing it into his back pocket. He pulled away from you and straightened himself out, huffing in annoyance.

"What do you want? Just come to annoy me?" He looked over the small display next to the counter, shuffling the small candies around like he was fixing them up. You grabbed one and placed it on the counter.

"Hm maybe," you said, spinning the candy around and pushing it toward him. "My friend had her club today and I didn't feel like sticking around. I got bored standing by the gate, so I wanted to come see what you were up to."

"Is that really it?" He snatched the candy from the counter, stuffing it between all the other ones on the tiny shelf display. The second he placed it back you picked it back up and put it on the counter, along with a few others. He sighed to himself, watching as you picked apart the display he had so graciously put together.

"I mean, there is something I want to do," you replied, eyeing all the colorful wrappers carefully. The red and white soft fruit chews would make a good snack for later. You slipped a few up the sleeve of your sweater. "When do you get off your shift?"

Shin's eyes move from your sleeve back up to your face. You keep your expression even, as his eyes flicker back down to your sleeve once more. He looks back up and his eyes seem more tired than before.

"Eight. Can you put those back, please?" He says, picking up the ones you'd spread over the counter and putting them back in their place. "Stealing wouldn't look good on your college application."

"Like you would know about that," you retort, and he visibly stiffens. You laugh as he scowls, putting the candies back away a bit faster. You open a pocket on your messenger bag, letting the candies from your sleeve slide down into it.

"Besides," you breathe, letting your voice lower to a whisper, "I wouldn't be the one getting into trouble."

Shin freezes. His head turns slowly towards you, mouth pressed into a thin line. You can practically see him shaking with anger, and the thought of him lashing out almost makes you want to laugh. You want to see him seethe, you want him to call you out. Hear his speech get funny as he gets upset. Though it seems like he might be too tired for that today. He visibly deflates, letting out a long sigh as the fire dies in his eyes.

"Just go home already," he says. "I don't want to do this right now."

"Aw, what's wrong?" You mock sympathy. "Having a bad shift? Let's take a break."

"No, no it's not," he shook his head, suddenly exacerbated. "We shouldn't. Just go home already. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh come on, you'll enjoy it. I've literally been waiting all day just to see you," you say, leaning in a bit closer again. He turns away from you a bit, but he doesn't move back. "I don't even come to see you that often, and I know I'm the only real friend you have. Don't you get lonely sometimes?"

"You think insulting me is going to make me want to have sex with you?" He bites back, turning to face you. That's the Shin you were looking for. "I know what you're doing and I'm not falling for it again."

You lean up against the counter, bringing your hands up around his shoulders. He gasps as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face closer to yours. Your hands play with his hair, rough and damaged from multiple bad dyes. The turquoise looks good on him at least.

"Hm, but you already have, haven't you?" You whisper. He's staring intently at you, a blush rising to his cheeks. You can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. "You could stop me if you really wanted to. If you really tried, this would all have been over weeks ago."

His breathe is hot on your face. It smells like cheap ramen. Your lips are so close to his that even just the slightest movement forward and you'd be kissing. But you knew better to give him that now. You didn't want to do it here either.

"I'll let you choose the pack this time."

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This fic is a rewrite of Nankidai's Your Turn to Die: Death Game by Majority, this time with reader-insert, 5 new characters, an extra card in the Main Game, and probably some other stuff that I forgot to talk about!

The first chapter covers the reader's first trial. She wakes up in an unfamiliar room after a blackout during a volunteer gig, and notices that she's tied to the ceiling. A speaker calls to her, talking some nonsense about a "first trial".

Don't worry, you don't die yet.

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Characters and Media I write for

Genshin Impact (including but not limited to):

Venti, Nameless Bard, Heizou, Xiao, Kazuha, Albedo, Aether, Lumine, Kokomi

Ensemble Stars:

Subaru, Ritsu, Izumi, Tsukasa

Others:

Sunday (Honkai Star Rail), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Shiki Souma (Play it Cool Guys), Gojo Satoru (JJK), Rikuson (Apothecary Diaries), Sou Hiyori (It’s Your Turn to Die), Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa), Fushi (To Your Eternity)

These are all the characters I can think of on top of my head but feel free to ask me if I write for x character of y media. 

Notes

Dead dove means problematic themes such as non-con, taboo relationships, etc. Kindly DM me first so we can further discuss it

Fanfic commissions may take a long time to finish depending on how lengthy the story is!

Please DM me if you're interested in commissioning me or if you have queries about the commission

I mostly write reader inserts and Genshin Impact. I'm more well-versed in writing for Venti and Nameless Bard, but if I'm familiar with the media and/or characters, I'd be fine writing it.

You can check here what I write and won't write

You have the choice if you prefer to keep the commissioned fanfic for yourself or if it would be alright to post it on my other social platforms

What you see in my carrd is the whole types of fanfic I can do, however, not all of them are open. So if you're wondering why this fanfic commission is not open, it's because it will depend on my availability to ensure I am able to finish the commission

[liaximagines]

Could I request Midori x gn reader, like where he has a soft spot for the reader? Well as ‘soft’ as Midori could really get,, thank you!!!

SOU 'MIDORI' HIYORI HAVING SOFT SPOT FOR HIS S/O

👗So at the very start let's settle a small little thing. Midori HAS a heart, just a cold one, but he's able to be soft once some bond is between the two of you.

👗I feel like he was spoiled rotten by "mamadori" (nickname i use for his mother LOL) when he was little and overall very loved by her. Same goes towards her, he ADORES his mom. In conclusion, if Sou were supposed to be soft to you, you'd probably remind him of his mother a bit!

👗Now let's get straight to the point. Midori's behavior won't change completely, he'll still tease you, lovingly bully you or play some silly pranks on you, BUT he'll have more mercy for you than for the others he "bully".

👗If you two move in together, expect him to be ALL over you. Sou might follow you around yours place like a lost puppy hdshs. His hands will probably hold your waist, hip etc. so you "won't get lost" in your own home ofc.🙄🙄

👗In public, Hiyori might hold your hand as you walk around together! On fancy dinner dates, once he slides his hand under the table, he might even trail his fingers over your leg gently.🤭 (Just to see ya flustered tho..)

👗If you're feeling down don't expect him to do much shit..he's kinda bad at cheering people up lmao. BUUT if he's feeling genuine enough, he'll sit down next to you, rub your back ond go like "Oh you poor thing..Worry less now! Life's gonna just get worse tomorrow ahaha!" So uh yeah lol.

👗If someone's talking shit about you, Sou's already getting ready to give 'em a consent form. He down bad for you frr.( off topic but I'd piss my pants tbh if a lettuce head bitch walked up to me and was like "do you know the asu naro vow?!??!?!" but hey at least hes cunty and hot)

👗If ya'll sleepin' together, he'll cuddle you like a teddy bear. Wherever and how you turn in your sleep, Sou will find a way to cuddle you just how he likes it. ^^

👗He may not seem like the type to enjoy being given orders to, but when it's you, HOHO HE LOVE IT!! Lettuce haired bitch will give you princess/prince treatment if you order him to.(Might even use ma'am/sir if you want ;3)

👗BUYS.YOU.GIFTS. From spoiled to spoiling. Name a thing, he'll get it. Midori's rich anyway so why not. Even if you not ask him to, he'll buy you clothes he thinks you would look good in. Makes you do a fashion show for him lmao.

👗Did I mention he loves to touch you???(ANY WAY POSSIBLE LOLL) Like hear me out, this man will pat your head everyday, not to mention that he kisses your cheek everytime before he leaves to work. While sitting next to each other he rubs your knuckles with his finger tips etc. So yeah, physical man lol(IN BED TOO JK JK)

HIIIIII, IM SORRY FOR NOT BEING ACTIVE BUT I WAS LAZY ASF LAST WEEKS LOLLL. BUUT IM GETTING SOME FREE TIME SOON SO I WILL POST MORE OFTENN. TYY FOR REQUEST YTTD CUZ I LOVE THESE REQUESTS<3 LOVE YOU!!🫶💙

[k0yaz]

I need shin tsukimi (yttd) x gn reader fluff

On my knees begging

shin tsukimi fluff hcs

Pairing(s): shin tsukimi x gn!reader

CW: sfw, gn!reader, mentions of overworking, none really.

A/N: your wish is my command <33

Shin would literally be one of those tired 24/7 bfs

Like you could be out in public after getting 10 hours of sleep and he would be knocked out cold on your lap the second you step outside

Gets you random gifts whenever he feels like it (and has the money to)

Hella quiet, his love language is physical touch

Tracing back to the tired bf part, he’s kinda like nocturnal??

He’s up at like 2 am and poking at you to wake you up

Constantly tells you that you’re an amazing s/o

Loves taking baths with you for sure

Pleads you with puppy dog eyes to join him if he’s already in

Hugs you tightly in the shower/bath at every opportunity he gets

He just likes how the water sticks to him when you’re holding onto each other, it feels refreshing to him

When you two spend time together, it’s usually something related to nerdy online stuff

Like you two could be slandering Reddit posts while cuddling and devouring snacks

Shin just loves to hold your hand

Not a second in the day goes by that he doesn’t intertwine his fingers with yours

Holds your hand EVERYWHERE

At home, when you’re about to sleep, when you’re cuddling, on a train, flights, when you’re walking down the street, in a store, literally everywhere

Since Shin is canonically weaker than a middle schooler, he’s not really surprised if you pick him up bridal style

He actually finds it comforting to be carried by you like that

Wraps his arms around you and digs his face into your neck <33

Most likely falls asleep when he does that

Shin worries about you often, especially when you’re overworking yourself

If you are, then Shin will creep into your room without you noticing, and wrap his arms around you, as an attempt to get you to take a break and cuddle with him

Occasionally kisses your cheek at any given time

Overall, Shin as a bf reminds me of a cat for some reason

A/N: skdbfbfbd our baby shin

Also sorry this took so long I didn’t write for the day yesterday and I was kinda tired 😭😭

[an-idiot-in-a-costume]

SORRRY FOR SPAMMING UR INBOX WITH RANDOM THINGS!! btw may i request sou (midori) hiyori x reader head canons with a bit of smut? and fluff! ty!!

AHHH! YES OFC! MY FIRST REQUEST!!!!

𝕊𝕆𝕌 ℍ𝕀𝕐𝕆ℝ𝕀/𝕄𝕀𝔻𝕆ℝ𝕀 𝕏 𝔸𝔽𝔸𝔹 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝔼ℝ ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻 ℂ𝔸ℕℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

𝚃𝚠: 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒, 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗, 𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝???, 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚏

-𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍.

-𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 (𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢) (𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜)

-𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎!"

-𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

-𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝.

-𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.

-𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚘𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎.

-𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 "𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚒! " 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊

-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸.

-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 (𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜.) (𝙱𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚒)

-𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 (𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖.)

-𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔

-𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 (𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗)

-𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃

-𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚎𝚊, 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

-𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞!

-𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢! (𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.)

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𝚈𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚎! 𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚝𝚝𝚍! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜! 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜!