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[andiaquarium-moved]

Hm. Images

[highdefhoetry]

tags: NSFW!!! female reader, hand kink, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, penetration (fingers in vagina), g spot stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, tasting your own cum

Geto noticed everything.

Your silent admiration of his hands. The path of your eyes as they followed the lines on his palms. How you always needed your fingers intertwined with his. You had never been with someone who had such beautiful, captivating hands. Hands that were gentle, yet firm. Big, but delicate. When you first pressed the palms of your hands against his, the sensation stole the breath from your lungs. His rough, calloused skin against yours. His long fingers folding over your fingertips. His strong grip, powerful enough to hold you in place if he so willed it. Your mind ran wild with impure thoughts, the only thing he couldn’t see with eyes alone.

You imagined his thick fingers pumping inside you, his index curling up as it sought out the elusive G-spot deep within. You wanted to taste yourself once he was finished playing inside, put his fingers in your mouth and lick them clean, exchange your cum for saliva. You wanted his big thumb to rub the hood of your clit, slowly and meticulously, until the gentle teasing drove you to the brink of insanity.

However, you were much too shy to tell him about your little “fascination”, fearing you’d weird him out after only a few short weeks of dating. You were still getting to know each other, and there were still some things you thought were best kept secret for now.

But he was an observant man. Nothing got past him, especially when it came to pleasing his girl. 

“Something on your mind, babe?” he asks you one day while you’re sitting at home on the couch together. You hadn’t realized you’d zoned out; you’d been too busy playing with his fingers again to focus on much else. You peel your eyes away and meet his gaze; he welcomes you back to reality with a warm smile.

“...Huh? Oh. Sorry, babe. Just zoned out for a second.”

“What were you thinking about?” he asks again. 

“Nothing, really,” you lie. 

“Is that so?”

He puts his hands on either side of your waist, lifts you up, sets you down on his lap. It happens so quickly you don’t have a chance to protest. He slides his palms down your sides and rests them on your thighs. You put your hands on top of his, feeling the rough, cracked skin on his knuckles. They look so small compared to his, almost like a doll’s. 

Everything about him was so damn big. It really turned you on.

“You sure it was nothing?” He gives your thighs a quick squeeze, causing you to jump slightly from the sensation. 

“Mhm,” you nod, heart pounding as your hands rest on his forearms. You see the muscles in his arms contract and feel your pussy clench in anticipation.

Geto slides his hands back up your body, sneaking them under the hem of your shirt and pausing only to caress your chest. You let out a small gasp, press your chest further into his grasp.

“You know,” he says as he tweaks your nipples. “You can tell me anything. I won’t judge.”

“Mmm,” you close your eyes and nod again. “I know…”

“And you don’t need to be so shy about everythin’.”

He leans forward to give you a kiss, and you feel him smile against your lips.

“Although it is really cute, seein’ you get all worked up over my hands.”

Your heart jolts, and for a second it feels like the air’s been kicked out of your lungs.

“Huh?!” 

Geto throws back his head and laughs.

“Come on, baby. You really didn’t think I noticed? You’re always starin’ at them. What, you got a thing for hands or somethin’?”

You feel your cheeks heat up as he speaks. 

“...Was it really that obvious?”

He nods, grinning cheekily. “Yep.”

“And you’re not weirded out?”

“There are weirder things in life, babe.”

He places his hands on the tops of your thighs again, rubs your soft skin, chuckles when he hears you whimpering softly. 

“What do you like about ‘em?” he asks, taking your chin in hand and rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. Your breath escapes you again, your mind starts to go fuzzy.

“They’re big,” you say in almost a whisper, kissing the pad of his thumb. “Much bigger than mine. And they’re strong.”

“Is that it?” he caresses your bottom lip again, tenderly stroking the petal-soft skin. It’s so close, just a little more before it went inside…

“I like the shape of them… I like the roughness of your skin. And I like how I can see your veins pop out.”

“Yeah?” he cocks his head to the side, smirks at you with mischief in his eyes.

You can’t take it any longer. You grab his wrist, press your lips against his thumb, kiss his palm upwards until you reach his index finger. Then you take it in your mouth, sucking on his finger just as passionately you suck his dick. He looks a bit surprised at first, but that cocky smile returns almost as quickly as it disappeared. 

“My, my,” he narrows his eyes. “How long have you been wanting to do this?”

You moan in response, too focused on his taste to say much else.

But he doesn’t accept your silence as an answer. You feel his other hand caress your inner thighs, causing your skin to quiver slightly from the tickly feeling. It slips under your skirt, strokes your bare pussy lips in a slow and teasing fashion. You’re glad you decided not to wear underwear that day. You start grinding your hips, beckoning him to come inside.

He places his thumb on the hood of your clit, just like you imagined, and starts massaging it with fervor. You moan louder, writhing in his lap as he plays with you. his grin only growing wider. He moves downward, feels your wetness and takes it as a welcome sign. Then, he slides a finger into you, thrusting slowly while you cry out in pleasure. It’s enough to distract you from sucking his fingers; they fall out of your lips as the sensation takes over.

Your eyes roll back when he inserts another finger, now pumping two of them in and out of your hole. Your body bounces up and down, enjoying the way they curl up from time to time. He’s searching for it, the spongy spot hidden inside your walls, and it doesn’t take long to find it. With the tips of his fingers, he strokes the textured skin until you come, and you come hard. You feel yourself squirt all over his hand uncontrollably, too overcome with ecstatic pleasure to be embarrassed. He chuckles quietly as he listens to you moan and cry.

“Damn,” he resumes the slow, steady pumps inside you once more. “I’ve never seen you come that hard before, babe.”

“Haaa… haaaa…” you try to speak, but only air comes out. 

You figure it’s over and done, but he doesn’t stop his rhythmic thrusts. Instead, he goes a bit faster this time, still curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion as he fingerfucks you harder and harder. It’s almost sensory overload; only a couple more minutes pass before you orgasm again, squirting on his fingers once more. You didn’t think there was any more left in you, that he had milked you dry, but as he keeps on thrusting you find yourself coming over and over and over again, screaming louder with each round.

You lose track of how many orgasms you have. By the time he decides to stop, your skin is damp with sweat and your voice is slightly hoarse. He takes out his fingers, but before he can wipe them off you grab his hand and force his fingers into your mouth. You close your eyes while you taste the sweet fluids on his skin. It’s saccharine, yet pleasant. You were glad there was nothing off about it.

He lets you suck on them for a bit longer before pulling them out of your mouth. He leans forward, kisses you deeply, presses his tongue against yours. His large hands grip your ass, giving both cheeks a quick spank. 

“Now it’s my turn,” he croons, pulling down his boxers as he prepares to take you.

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@getoswife14 hope you enjoyed 🥰

[celestialprincesse]

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Simon with an equestrian gf (me pls pls) vv self indulgent

I'm sorry but he's scared of horses I said what I said.

Like yes this man is 6'4 of muscle and armed to the teeth but he finds horses so off putting. He thinks their eyes are creepy and doesn't like that a 600kg animal gets frightened at a plastic bag.

He obviously sees her riding and is like "how the fuck you doin' that? The fuck are you kickin' 'im for?" and she's just like 🧍‍♀️

Is it weird that he's attracted to someone covered in mud and literal shit? is it? no its totally normal. Right?

Something about a woman in knee high boots walking around with a riding crop has him awkwardly hard, and inwardly freaking out because why the fuck is he hard. He's not into that stuff, right? (wrong. idiot.)

He gets so pissy when she gets out of bed in the morning to go check on the horses and he's laying there like 😧 "I just blew your fuckin' back out, had you screamin' and this is how you repay me? Goin' to see the damn horses?"

She's j like "Mhm! They're my babies. Gotta feed em. They're almost as clingy as yo-" "Yep. Yep. Whatever. Go shovel some shit."

She falls and he shits himself, goes running over to her only for her to look really upset up at him. "You weren't filming? I sat that really well!"

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Sorry for the self indulgent trash! my brain is such a mess today so I've literally got no decent ideas😛

Feel free to dump anything in my askbox if you fancy😚

[madaqueue]

Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 7

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, fluff, angst. alcohol consumption, jealousy, kissing (x megumi). 18+, MDNI

word count: 1.8k

a/n: guys i'm still trying to write the last chapter for this series rn bc i got hit with mad writers block but aaAAH she's comin along

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You’re back in Yuji’s dorm building, but this time your back faces the familiar room. He had just waved goodbye, whispering “Go get ‘em, tiger,” as he shot fake finger guns at you before shutting the door to his room. Now it was just you alone in the hallway, facing the construction paper cutout of “Megumi” that was taped to the door in front of you. You hesitantly raise your fist out before knocking.

A soft voice from inside yells out, “One second!” through the door before it swings open. In front of you stands the dark-haired boy, once again wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. “Hey, it’s good to see you,” he says sweetly as his eyes meet yours. “You ready to go?”

“Yep!” you chirp. The warm scent of his cologne hits your nose as he steps next to you. You suddenly feel nervous, not sure if it’s because of the man standing to your side or the one who you just left. You push the feeling down as you walk to the cafe.

–

The space is warm, the hum of espresso makers and piano music filling your ears. The walls are adorned in floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, warm light casting over everything from the chandelier above.

With a mug in each hand, Megumi leads you to a table in the middle of the cafe. He sets one down in front of you with your latte and his, with plain black coffee, next to him.

“This place is beautiful,” you note, eyes glancing around the room taking it all in. “How did you find it?”

“One of my friends, Maki, suggested I try it,” he responds, taking a sip from his coffee. “She said it fit my ‘vibe’ or something,” he chuckles. “So, what do you have to study while we’re here?”

“I have a bit of bio to work on, but honestly, I’m just here for the company,” you try to say as nonchalantly as possible as you pull your laptop out of your backpack and set it on the table in front of you. You catch Megumi smiling out of the corner of your eye.

“Speaking of company,” he begins as he pulls a notebook out of his bag, “how do you and Yuji know each other?”

There it is. You were waiting for this question on the way over, but Megumi seemed to avoid the topic entirely. You knew he saw you with Yuji, and now you have to come clean. But what, exactly, is there to come clean about?

“We’re childhood friends,” you state. It’s not technically a lie, but it certainly doesn’t explain the complicated relationship you’ve developed with him over the past few weeks.

“Mhm,” Megumi hums quizzically. You could tell he wants to ask more, yet he doesn’t pry.

Silence falls between the two of you for a moment, and something about it makes you feel comfortable sharing more. “We met when we were kids, and as we grew up we were inseparable. He’s…” you pause, thinking about the weight of the words you’re about to say, “my best friend.” You sigh.

“But…?” Megumi guides, a small grin forming on one side of his mouth.

“But now it’s…weird,” you follow.

“Well, Yuji’s a pretty weird guy, and I’ve only known him a semester,” he agrees with a chuckle.

Something about Megumi puts you at ease. You feel comfortable sharing things with him you never thought you’d say out loud, which is why you continue explaining. “Yuji and I kissed,” you blurt out. “But now he has feelings for someone else, and I don’t know how I feel about him, and everything’s just messed up.” You put your head into your hands.

Megumi pauses for a moment, trying to think of what to say. “Oof,” is all he gets out.

“‘Oof’ indeed,” you chuckle through your palms. Suddenly, you lift your head up to meet eyes with the boy across from you. “Hey, please don’t tell Yuji I said any of that?” you plead, realizing the sensitive nature of what you just shared with him.

“My lips are sealed,” he responds through a smile, “as long as you get the next round of coffees.”

“Deal,” you agree, a grin spreading across your face.

This feels…easy. Talking to Megumi feels like how you and Yuji used to be, before all this emotional gunk got in the way.

The conversation flows smoothly as the two of you work through all of your studying for the next week, spending nearly the entire day in the warm cafe. By the time you leave, the sun has set and the sky is orange and purple as dusk settles over campus. Megumi asks to walk you home and you agree, thanking him for the kind gesture.

When you get back to your dorm, the caffeine from the coffees you were chugging all day finally wears off as you crash into your bed, the smell of detergent still lingering on your freshly-washed comforter as you settle under it.

–

The next week breezes by, especially since you finished all of your work at the cafe with Megumi over the weekend. You start looking forward to your biology class because you know it means you’ll get to see him. For a few hours each week, you get to watch his hands as he sketches page after page, sometimes of animals, sometimes of buildings, sometimes of you. Whenever you’re included in his drawings, he tears the page out and gives it to you without a second thought.

The two of you also started spending more time together outside of class trying out new cafes, especially after you found out Megumi was very particular about his coffee.

He sticks his nose up as he tries to hide the disgust on his face. “Yuck,” he mutters as he swallows, setting the mug down.

“No good?” you ask, putting your hand over your mouth as you try to hide your giggle. He just shakes his head in response. “Well my latte is delicious,” you respond with a smirk as you take a sip.

“How can you even say that?” he frowns. “That stuff is all sweetener, and you know it.”

“Mmm maybe, but I like things a little sweet,” you hum. You reach your hands across the table to pinch his cheeks, molding his frown into a forced smile. “And I bet you’d like it too, if you gave it a try.” He swats your hands away with a chuckle.

Things are…easy. Yet, for some stupid reason, you still find yourself thinking of Yuji, especially during these lull periods where you let your thoughts get quiet. It’s not like he’s gone, or even that he hasn’t texted you (because he certainly has, mostly pictures of his gross meals like fried rice with jam or a boxed mac n cheese he made using vanilla coffee creamer). It’s more that you are struggling to figure out what to say to him. How are you supposed to explain whatever these feelings are to someone you aren’t even dating that you know has feelings for someone else?

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“Are you doing anything tonight?” Megumi asks. You’re both packing up your stuff after your Friday biology class. “I got invited to this off-campus party and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me?” he turns to face you. You don’t sense any hint of nervousness in his voice, as if asking was second nature. He had really grown comfortable around you.

“I’d love to,” you respond with a smile. “Meet at my place at 8:00?”

“Sounds perfect,” he grins as you both turn to walk out of the lecture hall.

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Walking into a party with Megumi is definitely a new experience. For one, you were never a huge party-goer, so the loud music and conversations are an adjustment. Second, this is the first time you and Megumi have gone somewhere together. Sure you had studied plenty of times, but this feels like something else.

Truthfully, you don’t know what you and Megumi are to each other. Your relationship feels comfortable, like you’ve been friends for years, but sometimes you say something and you swear you catch him blushing.

It doesn’t matter, you try to mentally pep-talk yourself, tonight I’m just here to have fun.

The two of you step through the front door as the smell of stale beer hits your nose and the bass from the music causes your chest to vibrate. You tug on the bottom of your black dress as you gaze down at the tennis shoes you paired it with, hoping you don’t look too out of place. Looking up, you scan across the room for a familiar face but find none; luckily, Megumi waves at his friends and grabs your hand, guiding you to the middle of the dance floor.

You dance together for a while before one of his friends, who he introduces as Toge, comes back and hands you both full cups. The new white-haired boy pulls down the top of what looks to be a custom-made hoodie before chugging his drink. Megumi looks at you and knocks the top of his glass against yours before he moves it up to his lips. You follow his lead, taking in gulps of what tastes like the cheapest beer you’ve ever had. Both of you finish your drinks at the same time, the liquid sending shivers down your body as you smile up at Megumi.

The night continues smoothly, Toge coming back with drinks every so often as you let the music course through you while moving your body to the pounding rhythms. You slowly get to meet Megumi’s friends as you shout your introductions over the blasting noise around you. You are having…fun? You never saw yourself enjoying parties, but here you are, getting the college experience.

Suddenly, Megumi taps your shoulder. You turn to look up at him, but his eyes are focused on something behind you. Spinning around on your toes, you see why he got your attention: Yuji.

He’s standing on the other side of the crowded dance floor, one arm leaning against the wall. And below his arm, is a girl.

She has shoulder length brown hair and is wearing a dark blue dress that seems like it was made for her. This has to be her, you think. Dammit, did she have to be gorgeous, too?

For a moment, all you can do is stare, your eyes going back and forth between the two of them. You watch as Yuji says something and she shoves him in the chest, a laugh never leaving her lips. Your eyes start to water as you try to blink the tears away. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. You’re supposed to be having fun. This isn’t fun. Megumi sees your body tense and he places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get your attention back.

Suddenly, Yuji’s eyes meet yours from across the room. Your stomach drops, and you’re not sure if it’s the butterflies or the jealousy bubbling up inside of you. Before you can even think, you turn to face Megumi, hoping Yuji is still watching. You move your arms around his neck as you lean up to kiss him.

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[a-bit-too-silly]

Would you maybe do a drabble about regressed Logan being fussy about having to take a bath, maybe with CG Wade?

of course! I decided to have a bit of an inconsistent narrator cus Wade talks right to the reader sometimes. Hope this is alright! :]

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If there's one thing Logan *isn't* known for, it's his cleanliness. He takes care of himself most of the time. He's half good at that don't get this twisted, dear reader. But.. well, he's not particularly neat. We'll put it that way.

When he's big he's always getting covered in sweat, grime, blood, ash, he's really the type to roll around in mud like a dog if he thinks it'll make him feel better. 'Feral' is a good word to describe him, even when he's not gone into one of his berserker rages. But when he's little, it's.. yeah, it's the same story. Maybe a bit less blood and no ash since I wouldn't- ehh... *nobody* would let that little guy smoke anything. Not even his beloved cigars. Thankfully he's found some other ways to satiate that oral fixation of his, even if it does mean the occasional bite on the arm every now and then.

Regardless of what he decides to sink those little chompers into, he still manages to get himself coated in just about everything he comes across.

Mud? Oh-ho, definitely. No use in putting him in his raincoat and boots since he'd prefer to stomp around in every puddle barefoot anyway.

Food? You know it. You could be feeding him as neatly as possible only to turn your back for a moment and find some mashed avocado in his eyebrow.

Dust from the floor? Yep. Paint? Sure. Crayons? Somehow, yeah. Blue fur from Kurt? Mhm. Don't get me started on the jam incident. That sweet honey badger found his way into the cabinets.. the evidence of that massacre still stains those poor porous countertops.

I'll hand it to him, he's talented.

Unfortunately... bath time is his worst enemy. Maybe it has something to do with the experimentation, that'd make the most sense. Maybe it's his tendency to sink. Maybe he just prefers to be a stinky little gremlin. It's not exactly my place to ask. He's often too little or too tired to stay standing long enough for a shower, and sponge baths aren't really an option.

With background info out of the way, let's get back to the problem at hand.

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"Cmon peanut, I made sure to put in the bubbles you like! They're yellow!" Wade says with a small gesture towards the tub. "Al! Tell him they're yellow!"

"You really think I'd be more convincing than you?" She calls from the other room almost incredulously. - oh, right. *Blind* Al.. yeah.. maybe not the best at identifying colors. - Wade looks out the door of the bathroom in the general direction of where Al is seated, minding her business.

"See? Al likes how yellow they are." He says in spite of everything, "Do you want to get in the tub now, munchkin?"

"no. No bat-time." Logan, as little as he is right now, scowls. It doesn't have the intended effect, but Wade lets out a dramatic groan anyway. Toddlers.. can't be reasoned with.

"Unfortunately not how this works, kiddo." Wade says, crouching down next to the tub where Logan has firmly planted himself against the tile. He's no longer wearing his top, seeing as it was an unfortunate bystander to some sticky pancakes and cubed meats. All chopped up nice and small so Logan wouldn't choke but big enough that he could chew on em a decent bit.

"Don' need ta." The adamantium boned toddler huffs in response, "'m not dirty."

"no, but you are sticky, kiddo. And you were playing outside with Storm earlier so I bet you got a bit icky there too." This only makes Logan's scowl firmer. The once little pout growing in such a way that makes Wade's heart ache. If it weren't for the fact that Al would definitely nag him about Logan's sticky fingers, face, chest, shoulders... Logan's general *stickiness*, he doubts he'd ever manage to get the rascal to ever bathe.

"Papa get in first." He said firmly, pointing to the tub like he's the one calling the shots. Which he is. Wade is a weak weak man for his grumpy little guy. "'n no dunking."

'Dunking' in this case stands for dipping the little guy's head under water. Wade would never, but it gets mentioned at least once per bath time. Upon hearing the statement, Wade throws up his hand in a solemn oath.

"Scouts honor." Now, Wade has never been a boy scout, but he's also never been one for hurting kids so the promise still stands. With that, he slips out of his slippers and rolls his sweatpants up to his knees so he hopefully won't get too soaked, and he sits down on the edge of the tub. The water in the tub isn't too deep, only reaching up to around the middle of Wade's calf, with another few inches on top of thick yellowy foam from the bath bomb Logan relished in watching dissolve.

Still reluctant, Logan watches as Wade sits on the edge of the tub for a while. And Wade lets him. It's a slow process, always is, but after a few minutes of pouty glaring Logan tugs off the last of his clothes then clambers up into the tub with a bit of help from Wade. Just to ensure he doesn't slip. The water is still nicely warm despite the slow process, maintained by frequent touchups of hot water and lifting up the plug to let out the cold.

"Good job, peanut." Wade says softly as he grabs an old cup, bright red in color and decorated with a variety of stickers, and starts to ladle water over Logan's shoulders. He's learned the hard way that Logan has the 'if my head gets wet in a dry room I will shake until it's dry' reflex, so hair washing stays until the end.

Logan is quiet and stiff, letting out the occasional whine despite himself. Seems he's on the silent treatment side of the spectrum rather than the 'giving a cat a bath' side. It's almost worse, but Wade knows he'll perk back up once things are done.

So he starts to gently scrub the sticky syrup and dirt from Logan's hands, meeting his eye as best he can. His little one is sulking, lip still pouted out, eyes downcast and sad.

"Bath time is no fun, I know, my sour faced friend." Wade sighs, "anything that could make it better, bubbie?"

Logan stays quiet for a while, only moving when Wade needs to reach somewhere to clean. "No."

"mmm." Wade mumbles, taking the removable showerhead off of its holder so he can quickly rinse off Logan, getting his hair and rinsing off the soap. "Just a moment.."

"done?"

"Yep. All done, honeybun." He says as he stands up to grab a towel from the shelf, that earns him some grabby hands and a desperate search for 'uppies'. Which he gladly satisfies after bundling him up in a towel. Yeah, I can pick him up. Adamantium skeletoned 300+ pound toddler? No biggie. "Let's get you in some jammies and maybe you can convince Nana Al to let you put on a movie. That sound good, bubsicle?"

Logan nestles his head into the crook of Wade's neck and nods a little, his limbs clinging to Wade like a koala clings to a tree. He's really not used to being picked up, regardless of how much he asks for it.

"And then Papa pool is gonna make some chicken nuggets and fries and we're gonna forget all about that icky horrible bath." Wade continues as he carries Logan to the bedroom, patting his back occasionally.

"Dino shapes?" Logan asks quietly.

"Oh, definitely. That makes em more nutritious." Wade scoffs, pulling out a pair of comfortable flannel pants and a T-shirt that still manages to be baggy even on Logan's broad frame. The faded pattern still clearly reads 'Bambi' with the titular character looking up at a butterfly while sitting in a bed of flowers. It's a favorite of his, and maybe Wade has been messing with continuity to make sure it never wears out. Maybe. Come on, every one needs their recognizable outfits!

Logan dresses himself with only a touch of help with the socks. Then he does that silly toddler walk, the one where its more stomps than normal footfalls, off towards Al with Wade following close behind.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

can we pleaseeee get a house or wilson taking care of a regressing reader?? idc scenarios i just neeed more of them taking care of me mngff…

Here you go :) I don't usually write reader inserts and was going back and fourth on what thing to use for the reader, whether it be Y/N or Traveller or something, which I've seen in other works. I went with They/Them Y/N in this to make it as neutral as possible!

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Word Count: 1054

Summery: House and Wilson take a regressed reader to the park.

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“Are you ready to go, Y/N?” Wilson asked from the kitchen where he was packing all the snacks you were going to need into the bag.

“Yep!” You called back, tugging on your velcro sneakers and fastening them tight. That way, they wouldn’t fall off when you were running around the park.

House staggered up behind you and watched you rush to get ready with a smirk. “Very excited to see the ducks, huh?”

You nodded. “Mhm! Do you think there’s gonna be any baby ones?” The baby ones were the cutest. You wished that people were allowed to pick them up and hold them, but there were a bunch of signs at the park telling everyone not to bother the birds.

Wilson came into the front hall with the packed bag and put on his shoes. “Probably! It’s right around that time, so I’m sure there’ll be some.” He turned to House, “Are you sure you’re good to come along? It’s going to be a lot of walking.”

House waved him off. “Don’t worry, I’ve already taken a bunch of, uh— candy, I’ll be fine.”

You got to your feet and bounced up and down on your heels. “Can we go now? Please?”

“You heard them, Wilson! The park awaits.”

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The car ride to the park felt like it took forever. You jumped out of the car and impatiently waited for Wilson and House to get out too. “Come on! I wanna see the duckies!”

Wilson chuckled. “I know. Come hold my hand while we walk, okay?”

You whined. It was gonna be so much slower that way! You weren’t gonna run off! 

“I know, but we have to walk with House, remember?”

House scoffed. “Oh, let the kid run. Just stay where we can see you and don’t go drowning in the pond, got it?”

“Okay!” You didn’t want to leave them behind completely, so you just walked a little bit ahead of them. Besides, Wilson had the snacks for the ducks, so you were gonna have to wait for him anyway. But once you saw the pond, all of that went out the window. You could already see a family of duckies swimming in the middle of the pond, and you ran over to the shore where there were a few picnic tables shaded by the trees.

“Look!” You yelled out to your caregivers as the caught up, “Ducks!”

“Look at that! Do you want to feed them?” Wilson set the bag on the table and pulled out a container of bird seed and oats and gave it to you. “Just small handfuls at a time.”

You took the cup of seeds and tossed a handful towards the ducks, cooing with delight as they noticed the food and began eating it. You turned to Wilson, “Can we feed the duckies other stuff? Like our sandwiches? I wanna share with ‘em.”

House shook his head. “Nope. Bread isn’t good for ducks, it makes them sick. Only we get to have the fun stuff.”

“Oh. Okay.” You thought lots of people fed ducks bread, but if House said it was bad for them then he was probably right. You threw in another handful, closer this time, and the ducks followed it. An idea popped into your head. Maybe you could get them to eat out of your hands! You kept throwing food, closer and closer, until the mama duck and her babies were very close, then put a small pile of it into your hand and offered it out to one of the ducklings.

It hesitantly swam towards your outstretched hand, and just as it was about to nibble the seeds, the mama duck hissed loudly and flapped her wings at you. “Ah!” You fell backwards and shuffled away from the shore, and watched sadly as the duckies quickly swam away.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Wilson crouched by your side and began checking over your hands, “Did the duck bite you?”

“No…” You said. The mama duck had just scared you. “Why did she get mad at me? I was just trying to feed them! I was being nice!”

Wilson sighed. “She probably didn’t know that, she just wanted to protect her babies. You probably look pretty big and scary to her.”

“Oh…” You looked out at the ducks, which had gone to the other end of the pond. “Sorry mama duck!” You apologized. Hopefully she knew you weren’t trying to hurt her babies.

“Why don’t we have our lunch now?”

You let Wilson pull you up and sat down at the picnic table where the plastic Tupperware of sandwiches and fruit were set out. House had already taken half of the ham and cheese, so you took a triangle before he could eat them all, and one butter and jelly. You ate them quickly. Wilson made the best sandwiches. You thought House’s were okay, but somehow Wilson just made them better.

“Kid, you’ve got jam on your face.” House pointed to your chin.

You used you sleeve to try to wipe it off.

“No, to the left.”

You tried again.

“Just— here.” He grabbed a napkin from the bag and reached across the table to wipe it off for you.

“Thank you!” You said politely. Sandwiches finished, Wilson began to pack up the dishes and you looked around for something fun to do next. Then, out of the corner of your eye you spotted it; the bright neon colours of an ice cream truck parked alongside the walking path. You gasped and grabbed Wilson’s sleeve. “Look! There’s an ice cream truck over there! Can we get some, pleasssee?”

House and Wilson shared a look. 

“…Well, we have ice cream at home already, so—“ Wilson started, but House quickly cut him off.

“So Wilson can have that, and we’ll go get the fun stuff. Come on.” He got up and waved for you to follow, and you eagerly did, abandoning Wilson at the picnic table.

“Hey!”

You turned to look back hesitantly as Wilson scrambled to pack up all of your things to follow. You didn’t want to leave him behind! “Should we—“

But House just nudged you along. “He’ll catch up. He’s been practicing, he’s almost as fast as me now.” He joked, and you giggled. Sure enough, Wilson was catching up quickly. “So, what flavour are we thinking?”

[punsmaster69]

2/JAN/20XX

[The page appears to have been written in pencil first, then written over in pen.]

Sans looked between the two pieces, kinda taken aback.

"these are really different pieces?"

He showed the pieces to Mom.

"Yes, they are indeed."

She looked a little concerned.

"I'm telling you they are!"

I grabbed the pieces and pointed out differing speckles of color on the two.

Sans held the pieces a lot closer to his face, his look focusing.

"...huh."

"they are."

"sorry, kiddo. my vision's just not having it today."

"or any time as of late, really."

"You gotta quit messing up your eyes. Might actually end up with glasses."

"eh."

With a shrug.

"Eh??"

"You do not care?"

"not really. would probably forget 'em most of the time, anyway."

Things that most people would be concerned about don't seem to phase Sans.

Losing your vision and ending with with glasses is definitely a big deal, right? How does he just shrug it off? DOES he care, and just hides it well? He's forever a mysterious skeleton.

Papyrus can be at times as well, in fairness. They're both full of mysterious happenings.

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Looking over my shoulder at the journal is what he's doing, but I don't think he can see what I'm writing at all.

"not true. i could mostly read that one."

Entrusting me with this journal again after the last entry I made is brave, but he told me he didn't even read it. If he had, I definitely wouldn't be allowed to write again.

"what'd you do that was so bad?"

"Just."

"A lot of spelling mistakes."

I'm covering the page with my hand.

"awful spelling or not, i appreciate you trying to take on the responsibility today."

"Are you sure you don't have anything you want me to transcribe like Mom did?"

"nah."

"not enough that's page-worthy."

"Tell me the small things, then. I'll write it as its own section."

"ok. ready?"

"Mhm."

"brain fuzzy."

"eyes fuzzy."

"feels messy."

"........"

"That's it?"

"yep."

"told you it wouldn't be enough."

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While we're over and visiting, I've been really trying to match Sans' energy.

The low energy.

The no energy.

At least when he gives up on talking, he still squeezes my hand back, like an assurance that he's not dead.

Sometimes he's been waking up to do it too.

"Oh."

"Go back to your nap, buttface."

"..you're th' one grabbin' m' hand."

Mumbling when I woke him up on accident.

"Had to know you didn't die."

That head turn was probably his current version of eyelight-less eye contact.

"m' good."

"Sounds like something a dead person would say."

"...whoops."

"dyin' again."

Promptly letting his head fall back down, back to sleep in an instant.

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When I asked him if he had any New Year's resolutions, he gave almost only joke responses.

"HONEST answers!"

"ok, ok."

" 'be more honest.' "

"that'll be one."

The other serious resolution I got out of him was,

"get better."

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

1 Month

Part 2

Pairing: Oj Haywood x Black female reader

Warnings: Bondage, Angst, Yearning 😂 (so y'all, this is part 2, and it took me a while to figure it out I hope y'all enjoy 💕)

Word count: 22752

HA SO THE LUCKY SPECIAL WORKED said Emerald. I knew some weird shit was going on. He stopped grunting all the time and being grumpy, she said, laughing. “Can you shut the hell up?”I bit at Emerald. “You said you needed my help”. My tone was embarrassed partially by how loud she was and second by her statement. I haven’t seen Emerald in a month; a lot has happened, like a weird alien lingering around their farm. “That’s why you haven’t been coming around,” said Emerald as she leaned in. Her lashes touched her eyebrows with anticipation as her smile widened. Her gaze held my eyes with amusement and curiosity“damn, it was that bad. Should have fucked with me,” causing me to let out the loudest laugh. We’re in a dinner, drinking our milkshakes and sharing a fry, reviewing her research about this alien and the ranch. “What was so funny?” I heard his voice, and everything stopped, the laugh spilling out my body, the old music that blared through the dinner. I knew that voice, that deep country voice. I turned to see OJ; he was looking at Emerald and me. His body was more buffer, and his skin was glowing from sun exposure. He wore an old faded t-shirt, and his dark blue jeans faded from working. His gaze went from Emerald and fell on me. For once, I couldn’t read them well. It’s not like I ever could. OJ didn’t have a lot of facial expressions. I had to look back at Emerald, hoping she would save me. “I was telling her about that weirdo we met from the camera store,” said Emerlaed in a charismatic tone, “Angel,” said Oj. “yep,” we both said in unison. “Mhm,” he sat beside Emerald. “Alright, back to business. What the fuck is this over our ranch, and why is it here,” said Emerald noticing a shift in the room.

“Bye em be. Safe,” I said as she exited the car to walk into her new women of the week house. Emerald will still attend her bootie call even when supernatural things run around. Yeah, she said, walking away. “I’ll get you tomorrow, I assume,” said OJ passive-aggressively. She stopped and turned around, you assumed correctly, causing me to giggle as OJ drove off. I could feel the tension setting in. Who knew a 5’4 girl who Yaps with a loud voice was keeping the tension at bay? “So, how lucky will I be to see him in commercials?” I said, trying to make small talk. I can feel OJ‘s body tense, his eyes on the road. “He is supposed to be in a beer commercial” in about two months. “OK, well, that’s good. That’s exciting. I can’t think of the last time Lucky was in” before I could finish my sentence. He cut me off; “where have you been?” His eyes didn’t leave the road, causing my body to heat up. “I texted you and called you,” but there was no response. The only person you respond to is my sister for this:” I can tell you wanted to say more, but Oj never Said more. He only talked when he felt like talking. Oj saying this much was shocking to me. “I got wrapped up with my job, and between working and stuff, it has just become a lot.” I said my words, fumbling, trying to come up with any excuse for not calling or texting him back. Lucky listened to the excuse and turned the radio up. “there is something on your mind, the way you look at me.” I don't know if it was the singer's voice filled with concern and yearning or the old band playing behind the singer's voice. Maybe it was the lyrics or how Oj's jaw flexed as he tried not to talk. Still, I felt the tension rise in the car, and my body turned to jelly. The silence and this song were going to be the death of me.

Once we arrived at my house, everything looked the same: my porch light was flickering cause it needed to be fixed. The radio was turned off, and now we were in silence before I could say anything.” how long has your light been out?”

“ since last week, but I don’t go out often, so it hasn’t bothered me. I responded. “My tool kit is in the back, and I’ll fix it”He said. As we got out of the car and my feet hit the ground, I was grateful to feel the earth. My legs were still tingling, and the air was thick as OJ grabbed his toolbox, and I went inside. I decided talking wasn’t the best option. “Okay, okay, y/n, while he fixes the light, get yourself together I scrutinized myself as I went into the fridge. I noticed the lemon bars I made for a hot summer night. I grabbed some without thinking, one for me, one for him. When I walked back to the front, my light fixture was now fixed, and Oj was heading to his car. “OJ!” you said with a worried tone. He turned around, putting his toolbox in his trunk. You looked at him, and your eyes said, please stay hoping he would understand. You sat on your porch steps with your plate in your hand, holding the sweets you made.

“You want a treat?” You said, voice thin, scarred of what he’d say or want to say. Oj stopped and looked at me for a long time, his face unreadable. He walked up to me slowly and sat down. His body was big in stature as he sat at the top of the steps, His legs stretched to the bottom steps, and the air felt warm and heavy with him near me. He grabbed the sweet off my plate and took a bite. I looked at him, wondering what he’d say about my newest lemon dessert. “9/10,” He said. “Gasps,” I said, “that’s a 10/10, And you know it?” I said, grinning, voice heavy. He looked at me, smirked, and took another bite. I saw the custard form on his lip, quickly replaced with a swipe from his tongue. Oh, that tongue, his eyes glistened “to tangy.” He said maybe more powder on top. I shook my head, mentally nodding, “Oj has no vices but one, and that’s super sweet pastries,” I giggled. Leaning away, he looked at me. One pastry was now gone.

“Oj, I’m sorry, but I should’ve been honest. I haven’t called or responded to you because I was scared My mom and dad are gone my siblings live across the country. All I have is you and Em; I don’t know.” My heart beat in my chest, and my body was overwhelmed with the truth. Oj was looking at me. “Mhmm,” he said as he looked at me. I could feel the tension. It felt like a balloon was going to pop. I stood up, grabbing the plate. “Do you wanna come inside,” I said, standing up and looking down, trying to grasp at my sanity. Oj looked up at me as he rose. I felt the dynamic shift; he was towering over me. He speaks with eyes, that’s for sure. He looked at me and then at the door. He shook his head yes.

Once inside, I went straight to the kitchen and dumped the pastry in the trashcan. “I don’t have any friends said Oj. All I have is the ranch Em and you and now, Angel said. Oj crept over to me slowly, each footstep holding weight. He looked down at me and placed his hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes. Oh, how I missed his warmth. His hands were rough; his hands felt like work. His hand went to the side of my neck, his thumb slowly rubbing my neck, titling my chin up. He lifted me and placed me on the dining table, my mouth open from shock. He kissed me quickly. The kiss was feverish and fast. His lips tasted of vanilla and zest. He was kissing me like he was making up for lost time, grabbing my legs, and pulling me closer to him. “But I'd rather have you like this than a friend he grunted out” as his lips left my mouth and worked his way down my neck, leaving kisses above my breast.

In this summer heat, all you had on was a tank top and shorts, his hand roaming my body and still on my neck. He pulled me in closer. “I don’t think I can get any closer.” he removed my tank top. “Uh-huh,” he said as he placed his lips around my nipple, causing me to arch my back. My fingers found the nape of his neck, diving into his kinky curls. “Oj, please, I purred,” his tongue circled my nipple, his tongue sending shocks through my body. My legs wrapped around his waist, subnconsily pushing my body backward from the dealing of pleasure. The plates and table decor fell over with a clatter. Clank as so of my cups hit the floor. His hands gripped under my thighs and lifted me, causing me to yelp. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, giggling as he walked me to my room.

He placed me on the bed. “hold still, " he said with a smirk. As I lay on the bed, my body felt vulnerable. I could feel his fingertips dancing on me, going up and down. I felt a thumb swipe over my spot with my jeans on, causing me to gasp. His hands slowly trailed to the button of my shorts. As the button popped, I could feel He pulled down my shorts off my leg.his hands slowly rose to my waist, dragging his hands back up my body, leaving me in my panties that were red. “A month. I’ve thought about you for a month,” he said, removing his shirt. “I thought about that night you slept over.” his tone was calm. His toned body was showing, and his skin glistening in the dimly lit room. His muscles flexed as he removed his belt, jeans, and underwear. Once free, he grabbed my hands, placing them above my head. He stopped and looked at me in my face. “ for a month, I missed you, your laugh, your warmth,” his tone dripping with sincerity. His face observed every piece of me, soaking me In like this. I got so lost in his eyes I almost didn’t feel the leather wrap around my wrist. “ Oj,” I said, breaking eye contact and looking at my wrist. His belt was now tied around my wrist, his buckle at the front on full display, shining in the light, and I was shocked looking at him. Oj looked at my wrist. “just say no,” he said. He looked at me, and I knew he meant it.” I’m okay,” I whispered.

“A month,31 days, you stayed on my mind. I kept thinking about what I would do and how I would kiss you, he said, rubbing the side of my thigh slowly. So I’m going to show you what’s been in my head for 31 days,” he said, kissing me earnestly. His hands find my clothes clit and start playing with it, causing me to have gaps in his mouth. He grunts in my mouth as he speeds up with his finger over my clit, causing me to squirm. The feeling felt so Good but so far away. “please, please,” I said as I thought about the feeling between my legs. The feeling growing inside of me, but my panties were stopping the feeling. “Uh, uh, I know you got it,” he said, his southern drawl in my ear as his finger moved over my clothed clit harder.I felt my wetness start to drip past my panties.

“common be good for me.” He said. The wetness between my legs grew. My panties were becoming wet, and my voice became ragged.” Please, please, uhh,” I said, my core tightening, the feeling going through my body. “Your thighs are shaking so much,” he said, “cum for me.” The wetness pooled in my panties, causing me to come undone. My sight was hazy, my breath shallow, and I put my tied wrist around his neck.I looked him in his eyes, and I knew at that moment I couldn’t run anymore.

From him or my feelings in that moment, my hands tied draped over the back of his neck, I pulled him down to me, his full lips feeling out mine, causing me to sigh in contempt as I kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my clothed member now grinding against him. His caused him to grunt, stopping my hips with his hands. He pulled down my panties and threw them across the room. His finger trails up my calf and my inner leg. As it reached my core, I felt my eyes close with anticipation. His finger swipes between my folds before they enter his two fingers, entering me. Letting out a gasp from the heavy breathing in the room and the wet sounds of him fingering me, his two fingers going in and out of me at a slow, poisonous rhythm. OJ was breathing hard as he looked down, eyes locked on my pussy. “You seem ready for me,” he said as he looked up at me. I opened my eyes and shook my head. Oj positioned himself in between my legs and pushed in with a demanding force, causing me to moan in satisfaction. His lips met my neck as he nibbled and kissed, teasing his hips, moving slowly, still moving with force, his hips snapping, meeting the rhythm of my hips. He bites my neck, causing me to yelp. “I missed you he said” “I missed you too” the words flowing out of me, my body melting like butter. “A month,” he said as he snapped his hips, causing me to moan, words falling from my mouth, “I’m sorry, ugh, please.” as you arched your back, you felt him hit the spot inside of you that will have you undone soon, I won’t do it again” you said feeling the wetness pool in between your legs as he enters you his rhythm now becoming more frantic his hips bucking into yours with more meaning then you can describe. You could feel the wind leave your body; your eyes closed, your hands still clasped wrapped around his neck as your breast bounced to the rhythm Oj was setting. You felt your thighs begin to shake as he started to hit that spot again. Your eyes began to water, your moans fell out of your mouth, and your stomach began to tighten. Oj started to moan, and his thrust became more sporadic. As Oj lowers himself, you feel him on your body more. Your chest now touches both of your warm skin, hot and dripping with lust. You felt Oj grab your leg and raise it higher. He soon was bucking his hips desperately. Your eyes began to roll as the moans kept falling from your mouth as your body tried to rise off the bed. “no more running,” he said with a grunt as he captured his lips with yours. Your body spasmed as you released, feeling the sheets damping beneath you. “Oh fuck” said Oj as he pulled out quickly and came on your pelvis area. As both of your breathing slowed down. His body is towering over yours, now removing the belt buckle from your sore red wrists. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” OJ said.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Guess whos baaack!

It’s me

The mirage simp

I’ve got some ask prompts for you :)

Mirage and his partner flirting during a match? Like two idiots being a little gay in between gunfire perhaps?

Alternatively

Fusehound.

Only a Pinch| Elliott "Mirage" Witt

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Reader: idk reader goes by him/they, is that nonbinary? Or?

A/n: what. What about both?, I didnt like this as much, and was thinking of rewriting it. If you'd like to be tagged in that one I'd love to tag you! Also the gif makes me wanna write a coming out the water scene for Elliott and a crush, if you wanna be tagged in that I'd love to tag you!

Warnings: guns

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"Just what I need." Y/n pipped up, grabbing the mid range optics from the loot bin, quickly attaching them to the triple take, "Need a cell?"

"That would be ideal yes." Bloodhound spoke Y/n handing over one.

"Thank you."

"Dont mention it." Y/n smiled.

Bloodhound scanned the area, looking around for a Vantage point.

"There." They spoke pointing the area out, "We will have high ground there."

Y/n looked, "yep. Thats not out of bounce is it?"

"No." They responded, "We should have good cover, yet there is a door. We must be careful."

"We could block it easy." Y/n told.

"I suppose. Shall we scout the ground first?"

"How about you take the sky? And I'll take the ground."

"Mhm" Bloodhound spoke outloud, "no. We are simply a duo. Other teams of two could sneak up on both of us."

"Fair point. We scout at ground level."

"Yes. A good idea indeed. The zipline will be a good aid."

With an agreeing nod, the two slid down the zipline. Meeting at the ground they pushed on foot, scouting for last mintue supplies, a cell here, a box of ammo there, both looking for any form of tracks.

"Hold." Y/n stopped Bloodhound, who slid over.

"Tracks. Two sets. They traveled together." Bloodhound spoke.

"Yeah. I can see that..." Y/n spoke softly, focused on his scope, "Im not one for lookin at others mans...but damn does mine got a peice on him..."

"What?" Bloodhound asked as Y/n handed over the triple take.

Bloodhound took it, looking through the scope, "it is Witt looting-"

"That way." Y/n spoke pushing the gun to the side.

"Oh." Bloodhound spoke, "oh."

Y/n nodded.

"Sweet. Sweet ass. My friend." Y/n spoke, Bloodhound's grip tightening on the weapon, "and those sweet asses. They're calling our name. If you wanna answer that call."

Bloodhound pulled away handing the weapon back over.

"You want to rush them?"

"Hey. Why not?"

Bloodhound looked back towards the two boys.

"You take Wally? I take Elliott?"

"That is a fair fight..." Bloodhound spoke.

"And our boys love it when we tease em."

"That...is true."

"And we both know what happens when we tease em. After games after all."

"Y/n!"

"What?" Y/n chuckled.

"You are telling the truth." Bloodhound spoke, "Very well. Rush and tease it is."

"Oo! I like that rush and tease! Should put it on a shirt!"

"Very funny."

"Hey. You came up with it. I capitalize off it." Y/n joked, "shall we?"

"Indeed."

It shocked the shit out of them for sure. Suddenly the two boys heard gunfire and then they were both down grasping there sides in pain.

"Aw...we're we too rough on you?" Y/n teased crouching down to Elliott

"Babe! Hey!" He winced, "wanna...pick me up?"

Y/n chuckled, he kneeling down to Elliott.

"And why would I do that?" Y/n protested with a smile.

"Because...you love me?"

"Not a bad answer." Y/n smiled, "gonna have to try harder than that tho."

Elliott watched as Y/n's hand came forward, grabbing him by the chin.

"You always did look good below me."

Y/n could feel Elliotts face grow warm, "and it seems like you like it too."

"Maybe...." Elliott answered under his breathe.

"Mhm? What was that?" Y/n ssked, "I can't hear you?"

"Maybe." Elliott spoke up.

Y/n chuckled eyes scanning the area besides them.

"Oh. This yours?"

A wingman, golden skin, "y. Yeah..."

Y/n picked if up, looking it over, "Not bad..."

Elliott gulped watching Y/n twirl it, the pistol being pressed under Elliotts chin forcing his nose to the sky.

"Someones a little tense...isnt he?" Y/n chuckled, "such a true reward. Suppose you should be happy, here Revenant's kill leader...It would have been a shame if it was him to get you like this instead of me."

"Y.yeah. yeah. Real shame..." Elliott told, his skin hot, and the weapon cool against his neck caused goosebumps to form on his skin.

"Mhm..." y/n hummed, looking at the map on his wrist, "looks like the rings closin...Houderz!"

"Yes?!" Bloodhound shouted from outside, they clearly annoyed.

"Ring!"

There was a shot that rang out, Y/n looking back at Elliott.

"Im doin' you a favor." Y/n told, raising the pistol up, "only hurt a pinch."

With that the pistol went off, ending another sqaud.

"Two left." Bloodhound responded reloading there gun in the doorway.

"You have fun?" Y/n responded.

"I despise being siblings sometimes." Bloodhound argued.

"Aw. Don't worry I love ya too. Houndy. But dont expect a slap on the ass from me-"

"I will give you a chance to run before It is I who ends your life!"

"Shit!"

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[lovelystoriesaj]

CHAPTER 1.

word count: 1086

the next morning, reporters and cops surrounded the front of the school. i looked over to billy, who was in his car, and rolled my eyes before getting out. we walked over to the front of the school, making small talk until we went our separate ways.

"good morning sunshine." randy smiles from beside me, handing a flower that was in his hand.

"morning." i let our hands connect as we make our way into the school. "who was it and how bad?"

"casey becker and steve orth. i'm not talking your average murdered, we're talking insides on the outside." he explains, which makes me fake gag. "hey, didn't casey bully you from freshman to sophomore year?"

"yep. she was a real bitch way back when, but we became friends recently." our interlocked hands swaying back and forth and we walk up to my home room. "i gotta go, love ya."

"love you too." he places a kiss on my cheek before i walk into the english classroom.

___

after sidney walked back into the classroom and sat back down, i was out like a light, obviously tired and bored by the lesson.

"madelaine. sidney, can you wake her up?" sidney tapped my arm until i shot up. "madelaine, it's your turn."

i walked to the office, opening the door and closing it behind me.

"hi madelaine." sheriff burke says to me with a small smile.

"sheriff burke, dewey." i look between the two, trying to come up with a smile.

"it's deputy riley today, mads." dewey replies, adjusting the clipboard that sat in his hands.

"so, did you know ms. becker?" burke asks me.

"well, she bullied me from 9th-10th year, but we became friends recently." i explain, looking down at my hands.

"i'm sorry for your loss. could you tell me where you were last night?"

"i was at home with my brother. we were having a movie night."

"well, i think that's it. thank you for being cooperative, madelaine." sheriff burke nodded his head, gesturing i could leave.

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"and remember, your principal loves you, and i want you to be safe. all students are encouraged to return to their homes promptly from school grounds. avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes."

we were all sat at our normal lunch spot. "what kind questions did they ask you sid?" tatum asks from her seat next to stu.

"they asked me if i knew casey." she replies, picking at her fingernails.

"they asked me that too." i say, digging around in a bag of trailmix randy brought with him.

"hey, did they ask you if you like to hunt?" billy questions stu from his lying position, throwing rocks in the air.

"yeah, they did, did they ask you?"

"yep. what about you randy?"

"mhm."

"hunt, why would they ask if you liked to hunt?" tatum asks stu.

"cause their bodies were gutted." randy chimes in. i hit his leg.

"thank you, randy." billy replies sarcastically, putting a grape in his mouth.

"they didn't ask me if i liked to hunt." the redhead says.

"cause there's no way a girl could've killed em." stu smiles.

"that's so sexist." i blurt out from my spot on the ground.

"see, the killer could easily be female. basic instinct." stu looked down at me with a snarky expression before returning his gaze to tatum. i give him the bird, stealing a grape from him.

"that was an ice pick. not exactly the same thing." randy says while taking the trailmix from me. i let out a small 'hey.'

"yeah, casey and steve were completely hollowed out. and the fact is, it takes a man to do something like that." a smile comes to my lips as stu finished his sentence.

"yeah right." i mumble quietly so only stu could hear it.

"or a man's mentality." tatum fights him.

"ok, tate, i love you and all, but are you trying to get this pinned on you, just askin?" i ask, fixing my nails with the file from my bag.

"how do you, gut someone?" sidney ponders quietly.

"you take a knife and slit em from groin to sternum." stu answers, obviously trying to traumatize the girl.

"hey. it's called tact you fuckrag." billy says, his brown irises digging into stu's skull.

"sorry, didn't mean to traumatize you or anything." he grumbles.

"hey stu, didn't you used to date casey?"

"yeah for like two seconds."

"until she dumped you for stevie wonder." i mumble loud enough for everyone to hear, making everyone but stu and tatum laugh.

"i thought you dumped her for me?" tatum asks.

"i did, she's full of shit." he glared daggers into the back of my head.

"ya know stu, staring ain't very nice." i smile, throwing a raisin at his face.

"and, are the police aware that you dated the victim?" randy asks sarcastically.

"what're you sayin, that i killed her?"

"well, it would certainly improve your high school 'q'." randy remarks, picking me up from the ground to sit between the boys, making me groan.

"stu was with me last night, ok?" tatum says.

"after i brought him over there because the dickhead lost his keys." i murmur under my breath again.

"stop with the mumbling! it's annoying. and i paid you to bring me over there so quit being bitchy. but yeah, i was with her."

"was that before or after he sliced and diced?" randy dramatically asks.

"fuck you, nutcase. where were you last night?"

"working, thank you."

"at the video store? i thought they fired your sorry ass." tatum says.

"twice." he smile, popping a cashew in his mouth.

"i didn't kill anybody." stu randomly says.

"nobody said ya did." the twins reply at the same time.

"thanks buddies."

"besides, it takes a man to do something like that." randy continues in a weird accent.

"yo, i'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid." stu jokes.

"tell me something. did you really put her liver in the mailbox? cause i heard they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas." i grab randy's arm and sit him back down.

"randy, you goon! fuck, i'm trying to eat here!" tatum groans.

"she's gettin' mad right? you better 'liver' alone. liver alone! liv-" billy and i lean over at the same time and hit him. "ow! liver, liver it was a joke."

"a bad one, bud, a bad one." i pat his shoulder before walking toward my car.

[tea-and-tickles]

Can we get……. kanamizu, 2 3 and 5? Ty!!!!!

we CAN!!!! kanamizu nation rise…

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

kanade is a walking tickle spot and i will die on this hill. back? yep, she’s ticklish there. forearms? mhm. mizuki’s nails are especially good for this. so on and so forth you get the idea. i think the crook of her elbow (like the inside part) would be a bit of a death spot for her

mizuki’s not super ticklish to begin with but they’re ticklish in all the usual places

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

hmm! either of them could but i think mizuki would get em more often. if mizuki’s tickling kanade it’s more of a way of them teasing her or distracting her from her work. as we know mizuki doesnt love talking about their feelings, and i doubt kanade is terribly confident in her ability to comfort them… so when she learns they like to be tickled, she puts it to good use!! kanade particularly targets less ticklish spots so as not to overwhelm mizuki (that and she’s a sucker for their lighter giggles)

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

mizuki discovers kanade’s by accident. they’re cuddling one day and mizuki idly grazes their hand across kanade’s side… she jolts, and for a sec mizuki’s worried they hurt her!! poor thing… but the blush on kanade’s face suggests otherwise. they get this really mischievous smile and start poking and scratching at other spots to see where else she’s ticklish (spoiler: it’s everywhere)

kanade, on the other hand, learns during a nightcord call. mizuki is poking fun at kanade for how ticklish she is and ena butts in with “you know, mizuki’s pretty ticklish themself” as much as mizuki tries to distract or protest, ena keeps listing off spots and kanade DEFINITELY takes mental notes

[flimflamfandom]

Room Mates (vignette)

Ivy Pepper stared at the wall in her dorm room, and grumbled as she wiped the chalk off with cloth. “You’re lucky I took a picture of this, Helen, or my homework would be RUINED!”

“You’re lucky I even let you write up there in the first place!”

Ivy furiously scribbled down notes from her notebook, after VERY quickly getting some fi;m developed. She grumbled to herself as she worked. “Stupid Helen...bet she can’t even SPELL Nodal!”

Ivy had been working hard at a few problems her projective geometry teacher had given her, all to do with Self space dual curves. She HAD been working the math on the wall and writing the shapes onto graph lined paper. But Helen, the STODGY WENCH SHE WAS, had demanded she wash the wall off. So, she was back to work, trying to get her numbers down. 

Helen looked over her shoulder at her work. “That Y should be negative.” “I know it should be negative.” “Then why didn’t you write down that it was negative?” “Because I KNOW it’s supposed to be! You already bungled my process once!” “...is this really about that boy?” Ivy scoffed. “What? No. I don’t care WHAT you think about him. But I DO care that now I have to waste notebook pages like some sort of PHILISTINE!” “Yeesh, what is it with you and the chalk anyway!?” “The boys won’t let me into the workrooms! You know how boys are.” Ivy sighed. “Mathematics is a woman’s world and here they are, traipsing around like they own the place because every other science BeLoNgS to them.” She grumbled. “Makes me wanna hurl ‘em through a window.”

Helen shrugged. “I never knew anyone considered Math a girl thing.” “Sure, Emmy Noether?” “...who?” “The woman who figured out Commutative rings?” “...whats?” Ivy sighed, and opened up another sheet of notebook paper. “Commutative rings,” She said. “Are any ring in which multiplication is commutative.” She wrote a few things down. “So AB=BA for any B or A value.” “...You lost me at rings, actually, where do rings come in?” Helen turned her head to one side. “It’s a nonempty set with 2 operations and fulfilling certain requirements!” She began to write something down. “Here’s what you need for a ring.”

She hastily wrote, her tongue out, her eyes determined. Until she came up with...

1)  If a∈R and b∈R, then a⊕b∈R.

(2)  a⊕(b⊕c) = (a⊕b)⊕c

(3)  a⊕b=b⊕a

(4)  There is an element 0R in R such that a⊕0R=a , ∀a∈R .

(5) For each a ∈ R, the equation a⊕0R=a , ∀a∈R . a ⊕ x = 0R has a solution in R.

(6)  If a∈R, and b∈R, then ab∈R.

(7)  a⊗(b⊗c) = (a⊗b)⊗c.

(8)  a⊗(b⊕c) = (a⊗b)⊕(b⊗c)

...the rules for rings.

“...wow. That’s...a bit much, don’t you think?” “It’s not SO bad. It’s basic algebraic structuring, Helen! The building blocks of math!” “...sure it is.” Helen nodded slowly. “Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you aren’t able to follow this! You’re smart as a whip!” “I look at stars and make charts out of them, Ivy. The math I know about is geometry and-” “Well, if it’s geometry you’re after, take a look at my homework!” “Not THAT sorta geometry!” Helen said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I need some fresh air...you math people are bonkers.” Ivy crossed her arms and looked as she left. “Well, sure, go on and leave us mathematicians for your scientific breakthroughs and easy headlines! But when you need to calculate the trajectory of an asteroid, DON’T COME CRYING TO ME!” “I won’t!” Helen waved. She shut the door. Ivy grumbled.

Later that night, Ivy was still hard at work, and Helen came back in, with a few things. Looked like a brown paper bag of things. She looked over. “Still working?” “Mhm.” “Damn...Professor Holly really IS a jerk, huh?” “Yeah...I work better on chalk.” She said. “I guess I just...visualize it better.” “...” Helen handed her a small chalkboard. “It’s not the wall. But it’s there.” She smiled. “I also got you a coke. It’ll help you finish.” “...” Ivy smiled, warmly. “Thanks, Helen...sorry about earlier.” “It’s no trouble...so, self space dual curves, huh?” “Yep.” “How do those work?” “...I’m glad you asked...”

[ralphxconch]

Hmm for the ask, do you have any headcanons about how all the characters would interact in an AU school setting? Like who's friends with who, who's dating who, who hates who, etc

BOY DO I!!

Ok so first, and my personal favorite: Roger and Maurice are 100% best friends and nothing will change my mind about this. They are those two dudes that are complete opposites but still just the closest friends.

Ralph and Simon are also obviously a cute duo, best friends for sure.

Jack and Ralph are known to have a weird relationship. They seem to have had a falling out and no one can figure out why, but used to be good friends. I like to think they have a band kid vs choir kid sorta dynamic.

Piggy barely has time to hang out with anyone because hes in literally all AP classes its insane. I think Ralph probably also takes one or two APs, mostly English and/or history classes, and Roger gives me AP art student vibes LOL. Jack is obviously in some sorta advanced choir.

Speaking of choir, Maurice, Simon, Roger, and Jack are all our favorite lil choir kids, so they are forced to be around each other a good amount for concerts and such. Jack often talks shit about the other kids singing abilities to Roger who just kinda sits there like "yep mhm thats great Jack"

ok im outta ideas for this one for now but I might come back to it LOL

THANK U FOR THE ASK I REALLY LIKE ANSWERING EM :D

[buggy-samaaa]

S/I Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Me: *practicing sketching people so I can be faster at caricatures for Buggy’s pre-show*

Buggy: *walks past me* *halts, walks backward to stand in front of me* What’s that

Me: Practice. *sketch, sketch*

Buggy: *takes sketchbook from me without asking* *smiles at the drawings*

Me: Hey!

Buggy: You should draw me again.

Me: *smirks* Self-centered… you already pinned up the one I drew you as an example.

Buggy: Yeah, but that was a caricature. I want a real drawing now

Me: *puts out hand*

Buggy: *low-fives it*

Me: No! I’m asking for Berry. I’m not drawing you for free again!

Buggy: BUT I’M THE CAPTAIN

Me: Is that the only excuse you can ever think of?! 

Buggy: MAYBE

Me: *sighs* You have to at least trade me for something, if you don’t pay me.

Buggy: Psh… what did you have in mind?

Me: I dunno. A cool doo-dad? A trinket? Food? Like, *nice* food.

Buggy: I can do food. *he chose the easiest one…* I’ll have Yoya cook you something unique!

Me: No, not galley food, I want, like, restaurant food. Like, Baratie food.

Buggy: How in the hell am I supposed to get you food like that?!

Me: Figure it out! No food, no drawing.

Buggy: RRGH! *he really wants a drawing, though.* …FINE! OKAY! Next island we stop at, I’ll get you dinner. We should arrive tomorrow. Hmph.

Me: Yay! I’ll start right now! Stay still.

Buggy: Wha? Right now? Hm… okay. Make me look good.

Me: *redirects his face toward me, holding his chin* *tilts his face downward a bit* As if you could look bad. *takes hand away and starts to sketch*

Buggy: *blushes a bit* *glances down at the paper*

Me: Keep your eyes on me, okay? I can’t see them if you look down like that.

Buggy: Okay. *focuses on looking in my eyes*

Me: *glancing between him and the paper* *I notice him looking in my eyes* Whoa… your eyes are so light green! *blushes a little as he continues staring at me* Maybe I should color this…

Buggy: Does color cost more?

Me: *taking advantage of this* Yes. It’ll have to be dinner and a show. *grins*

Buggy: … *is proud of his eye color and wants it to be in the drawing* …That sounds fair.

Me: Ehehehe

Buggy: *still looking in my eyes* Your eyes are gray

Me: Mhm… *sketch, sketch*

Buggy: … I, um. I like them. It’s a nice color.

Me: *blushes, continues sketching* *quietly:* thank you

Buggy: *regrets saying anything, decides to change the subject* Can I see now?

Me: Yeah, we can stop here and I’ll continue after your payment. Heheheh. *shows him the base sketch*

Buggy: Wow! It’s already really good! *stares at it, enamored* *looks at me* I really look like this?

Me: *grins and blushes at his comment* Yep! I draws ‘em as I sees ‘em.

Buggy: Huh… *hands it back to me* *clears throat* I look forward to dinner and a show. But ONLY because it means I get the rest of the drawing.

Me: *realizes that sounds a lot like a date* Wait, you’re going with me? I thought you were just paying for it…

Buggy: Of course I’m going with you, ya dunce! I want nice food and entertainment, too! It’s not all about you!

Me: Oh, right, yeah… Yeah, that makes sense… *suddenly nervous, especially about what to wear* Well, I better keep practicing, so… *nervously continues sketching*

Buggy: Alright. See you around, peanut gallery. *walks away* *delayed reaction, realizing this sounds like a date* *he sweats a bit but continues walking*

—

The next afternoon, we arrived at the island. In about an hour, Buggy will take me to see a play, and then we’ll be getting dinner.

Me: *frantically going through my clothing, trying to find something that’s nice but not we’re-on-a-date nice, because Buggy certainly wouldn’t think of this as a date, it’s just payment for a drawing, that’s all*

Buggy: *in his quarters, frantically going through his clothing, trying to find something that’s nice but not we’re-on-a-date nice, because Mo certainly wouldn’t think of this as a date, it’s just payment for a drawing, that’s all*

Me: Rrrgh! What do I wear?!

Buggy: RRRGH!!! WHAT THE FUCK DO I WEAR?!

Me: *finds a 3/4 sleeve button-down shirt that looks casual but has an interesting pattern* *searches through bottoms, grabs a skirt* *puts on some high-heeled boots* *looks in mirror and sighs. tears everything off and starts searching again* RAAA!

Buggy: *did pretty much the same thing, is pacing in his underwear as he thinks* *covers his eyes and grabs random stuff from his closet* *puts them on and leaves without bothering to look in a mirror, he’s so frustrated*

Me: *fluffing my hair, putting on eyebrow pencil and eyeliner but not too much because it’s definitely not a date*

Buggy: *finger-combs his hair back, tucking it behind his ears*

Me: *finally leaves the room and bumps into him* Oh! Hi!

Buggy: Gah! Hi… *looks me over. I’m wearing a button-down plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, some dark jeans, and heeled booties* *It’s casual enough that he’s not sure if I think of this as a date, but it’s also much different from what I usually wear…* *clears throat awkwardly*

Me: *looks him over. He’s wearing a vertically-striped black and white shirt with purple capris that show his blue and red striped socks and black sneakers. He looks …odd. Like he randomly chose stuff from his closet or something…* Are you ready for the play?

Buggy: Don’t I look ready?! *is actually wondering if he looks ready, but it came out bitchy*

Me: Ye…s….?

Buggy: Well, let’s go, then! >:( *stomps off*

Me: ^_^ K! *stomps after him just to make fun of him*

Buggy: Stop that!!

—

At the show…

We are watching a comedy play that has a romantic side-plot. Buggy and I laugh out loud at all the funny parts and Buggy groans at the romantic parts. He finds those scenes to be too sappy and boring.

During intermission…

Buggy: The love plot is sooo boringggg… Let’s ditch this play and go eat, I’m starved.

Me: What! But we paid for the show, we can’t just leave! Besides, it’s not boring, it’s cute!

Buggy: Ugh, you think it’s *cute?* Don’t tell me you’re one of those hopeless romantics…

Me: I’m not a hopeless romantic, I’m a normal human that enjoys love every now and then!

Buggy: You saying I’m abnormal?!

Me: WHAT IF I AM? *butts heads with him and growls*

Buggy: *butts back, also growling* *leans away with a grouchy expression* I just think it’s sappy and totally unrealistic! There’s no way Peter would fall in love with Darren in real life!

Me: Why do you think that??

Buggy: Darren is a shithead that thinks he’s better than everyone else! No one would fall in love with him, ever. Especially not Peter, who seems too sweet for his own good. It’s stupid!

Me: Don’t you know opposites attract? I think they’re cute together… They bicker sometimes, but deep down they’re friends that happen to like each other. It’s adorable!

Buggy: Bleck *sticking tongue out in disgust*

Me: *sticks tongue out back at him* *stops and puts hands together in a pleading gesture* Pleeeease, let’s stay for the rest! I want to see how it plays out…

Buggy: *sharp exhale* Okay, jeez…

Me: :D!

—

Once the show is over, we walk to the restaurant from the theatre. It looks pretty fancy… It has a big chandelier inside and shiny marble floors.

Me: Whoa, this place is nice. Is it really okay that you’re taking me here?

Buggy: It’s the only place I could find nearby, it’s not like I chose it on purpose! *actually, he did choose it on purpose, wanting to impress me. even though this is totally NOT a date.*

Me: Lucky me, then!

We sit down at our booth across from each other. The waiter gives us the wine list and a couple of menus.

Waiter: I’m happy to recommend some wines from our list to you. Would the couple prefer red or white wine tonight?

Buggy: *turns bright red*

Me: *blushes, too, but decides to roll with the assumption just to make life more fun* The couple… the couple, being us, the two of us, as a couple, would prefer white wine, I think. Do you agree, “sweets?”

Buggy: *goes even more red somehow* Huh—?! But we’re n— *sees that I’m looking at him with wide eyes and a forced smile* Um… I’m… I’m fine with white, uh… “babe”…

Waiter: *recommends a few, we choose one from the list* I’ll be back shortly.

Buggy: *hissing whisper* Why the frick did you pretend we’re a couple?!

Me: *shrugs* Thought it’d be funny, I guess

Buggy: You are twisted. You’re a sicko! *blushing, actually thinking it was fun to pretend to be a couple*

Me: Jeez, tell me how you really feel, why don’tcha… *looks kind of dejected that he thought the idea was so disgusting*

Buggy: *realizes that sounded super rude* *looks away awkwardly, wondering if he should apologize* S-sorry, I… It’s not like I think you’re gross, um. I was just… it took me off guard, is all. *he drums the table with his fingers, hoping he didn’t ruin the night*

Me: *sighs* It’s fine… *it’s not fine* I should have corrected the waiter. I can tell him when he comes back that it was a joke.

Buggy: W-Wait, no. *he wants to keep pretending* That would… that would just make it awkward and weird. Let’s keep up the ruse. …B-Because it’s funny. That’s why. No other reason.

Me: *smiles a bit*

Waiter: *comes back with our wine and pours it for us* Is the couple ready to order?

Buggy: *glances at me with a small nod* Yes, the …”couple”… is ready. I’ll have the lobster ravioli.

Me: *smiles at him* I’ll have the mushroom risotto.

Waiter: *writes down our orders and leaves us again*

Buggy: You coulda ordered something more expensive, ya know.

Me: I wanted the risotto.

Buggy: We’re in a nice restaurant! You should order something good, like filet mignon or… some other fancy-ass thing.

Me: Mushroom risotto is good!

Buggy: My lobster ravioli is better.

Me: It’s not a contest!

Buggy: *butts heads with me* Grrr…!

Me: *butts head back* Grrr!! *stops and drinks wine* This is tasty.

Buggy: *drinks wine, too* Yeah, it really is. …Hey! Don’t change the subject!

Me: Hehehe

A little later, the waiter brings us our food. We dig in eagerly. Being pirates, we aren’t the classiest of eaters, but we try to use our napkins every now and then.

Me: Can I try some of your ravioli?

Buggy: *covers plate with his arm* No way! I only have like… *counts* 6 of them left!

Me: I’ll let you try my ultra-delicious mushroom risotto… Mmm, yum yum yum.

Buggy: You’re weird! I don’t want any! *chomps his food*

Me: Oh, my God, is that Monkey D. Luffy?!

Buggy: HUH?! *whips around*

Me: *takes one of his ravioli* My bad, it was just a hat rack. *eats it* Oh, shit, this is good.

Buggy: HEY!! Rrr… Whoa! Is that Nico Robin over there?!

Me: HUH?! *whips around* (I have a huge crush on her, because who wouldn’t?)

Buggy: *takes some of my risotto* Oh, nope, just a distraction. *eats risotto* Dang! This is delicious…

Me: Goddamnit!

[mephinomaly]

[TL] Memories of a Doll/Chapter 2

Time: The same day, after school

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Grounds

Mitsuru: Dashu daashu dadadaaashuuu~...♪

…………

Hmm… Something feels off~

Adonis: Is there something wrong, Tenma? You look a little out of it, are you okay?

Mitsuru: Ah. Adochan-senpai came too?

Nn~. It’s nothing really.

Check me out. I got new shoes! They’re all sparkly and cool ♪

My old shoes got too small and cramped so I hadta buy a replacement. But I still haven’t worn them in yet so it feels all weird.

Adonis: I see. So that’s why you’re not as lively as you usually are.

But, the more you use your shoes, the more you’ll get used to them. You’ll have to be patient for now.

Mitsuru: Yep. Since they’re my new buddy, I’ll have to spend some time getting to know ‘em ♪

Speakin’ a’which, what do you do with your old shoes, Adochan-senpai? My old shoes are still in good shape, so I want to do something with them.

I used to throw ‘em away but Hajime-chan kept tellin’ me that “it’s a waste to throw them away when somebody can still use them!” So, you interested in buying?

Adonis: Fumu. That sounds like something Shino would say.

I also spoke to Shino, in the library during lunch. You seem to care quite a lot about objects.

It seems it's more likely for him to give them away, instead of throwing them away.

Why don’t you try selling your old shoes at a flea market too, Tenma?

Mitsuru: A bug market? What’s that?

Adonis: Fufu. I didn’t understand either until I heard the word recently. It’s a “flea market”. [1]

I’m not particularly knowledgeable on flea markets in Japan, but from my understanding, it’s where people sell things they no longer use.

Shino and I had plans to go this weekend. If you’d like, you can come along too, Tenma.

You’re in the same unit as him, so conversation will be lively.

Mitsuru: Uwaaa, sounds interesting! I’ll tag along too!

Maybe someone will buy my shoes… or maybe I’ll find a super good bargain… Ooo, I can’t wait!

Adonis: Ah. Let’s have Shino teach us a lot about how to care for things.

Then, I will be in contact with Shino. I apologise for interrupting your training, Tenma.

Mitsuru: Nah, I was happy to talk with you Adochan-senpai.

Alrightie. When I go home, I’ll look for more things I can bring to the market!

Until then, I’ll keep practising! Nyoom~!

Adonis: He’s as lively as ever. I will do the same as Tenma, and do lots of running.

However, a flea market…

Maybe I should look for other things to sell too. I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that since I abandoned him when I came to Japan.

Time: A few days later, the day of the flea market

Location: Park

Adonis: …This is Shino’s stall. There’s lots of pretty things.

Hajime: Mhm. When I moved into the dorms, I bought a lot of tableware and household items.

But it seemed like Hasumi-senpai and Hidaka-senpai were thinking the exact same thing as me…

Since we had a lot of the same things, I thought I could sell them here.

On top of that, I get a lot of novelty goods and stationery from clients, so it feels like I’m putting a little part of myself here.

Adonis: Ah. It’s true that since RhyLin is a well-established agency, many companies give us things with their names on it. Thank you for explaining that.

Hajime: Fufu. It most certainly would be a shame to not use what is gifted to us. I do use them on occasion, since I feel grateful.

Oops. The market is about to open. Everything’s nearly ready, we just need to put the finishing touches to our stall.

Adonis: Yes. All I need to do is organise Tenma and I’s things.

However, Tenma is late. It’s already past when we said we would meet.

Hajime: How odd. Mitsuru-kun isn’t usually late to things. Perhaps he got the meeting place wrong?

I’ll send him a message on HoldHands. Tappity tap…. oh?

Mitsuru: Hajime-chan, morning! I couldn’t wait so I went and checked out the entire park!

The market hasn’t started yet, so it was fine for me to do so…♪

Hajime: Ah, okay. I’m glad you’re here, Mitsuru-kun.

Otogari-senpai was putting his stuff out. Mitsuru-kun, can you put yours out too?

Mitsuru: Can do! I want to sell these unused shoes!

Anddd I’ve also got some clothes that don’t fit me anymore ♪ This is so exciting!

They can all still be worn, so I want someone to have them~

Hajime: Fumufumu. It looks like you have a lot of lovely things, Mitsuru-kun. It’ll be good if someone wants to buy your favourite pieces ♪

How about you, Otogari-senpai? Do you have anything you’d like to sell?

Adonis: I have this doll. I’ve had it for a while, but if a new owner comes along, I thought I could give it away.

Hajime: Oh really? What a cool dolly. As you’ve had it a long time, is it from your hometown?

Adonis: Yes. It resembles a young man from my country, dressed in clothes that were popular at the time.

Perhaps because he was born overseas, his features may not be familiar to you and Tenma.

Hajime: Oh wow… it’s super cool! It’s a little old, and it’s clothes are worn, but it’s so intricate that it doesn’t bother me.

But, do you really want to sell it? If you took the effort to bring it all the way to Japan, surely you care for it a lot…

Adonis: No, your concern isn’t necessary. I’ve thought about it, and I think it’s time for us to say farewell to each other.

Hajime: Alright then. Well, I’ll look after you two’s precious stuff.

I hope someone will come buy all our stuff. Let’s enjoy the flea market as much as we possibly can…♪

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they’ve been saying 蚤の市 (nomi no ichi), with nomi literally meaning flea, which is why i had tenma say bug market. In this line, Adonis says it in katakana (フリーマーケット or furiimaaketto

[goldenguillotines]

3, 6, 15, and 21 for Naka

03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves?

Nakaou probably likes his face.. just generally his face. I know that's pretty large bill, but it's not because he thinks everything is great about him.. more that he thinks he's got a pretty cute/charming look to himself. He's not bad looking and he knows it. He thinks that the youthfulness he's got amps up that charm factor too... and it makes it pretty easy to tease others about when he catches them staring.. Like mhm. Yep I got some kissable lips.. wanna see for yourself? Mm.. yeah I've got some boo-boos.. kiss em better? Yep my cheeks ARE pinchable, cmon don't be shy~ He could go on and on..

06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying?

Nakaous quads 🤝 Nakaous future quad

Absolutely fucking hating he loves any high speed racing that he does

.. Most of Nakaous hobbies are rather tame.. but the love for motocross and racing is a very very problematic considering just how little care he does actually put into keeping himself safe. He's only recently given into getting proper protective equipment and dressing a little less conspicuously. But he certainly isn't the shining best example of safety.

15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear.

Ketana.

There is an unmistakable silence that hits him.. and the way the mood kinda shifts. That you can tell it's a no no topic. He doesn't lash out or tell anyone to stop.. it's just not proper to sway others opinion on people that he might have had a bad history with.

He doesn't verbalize that he's uncomfortable ever about hearing his name. He is someone who works with a lot of people he does know.. and some might now him too. Depending on the day.. you can see his hands shake violently after hearing his name..

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear?

Ghosts. Nakaou immediately tenses and you can see the color drain from his face. Just trying to find someone to keep him safe.. he pretends to be super cool about it.. but he's not good at all LMAO. He definitely does end up crying if it's too intense or frightening.. Undead and ghosts don't mix too well yknow?