#wanna sell something to me? put this man in it. I don't think he'd be capable of fucking it up

[ltlemon]

im giggling i love seeing tma people randomly come across the mechanisms and go 'WAIT IS THAT JONNY SIMS???!?!?' because after listening to HOURS of this mans voice, you WILL recognize it instantly-and it's always a jumpscare when you do

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

This is inspired by this ask! Thank you for letting me use this idea @ceilidho. Also not proofread because it's late and I should really be sleeping

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Butcher!Simon who can't help but get excited, as excited as he can get, when he sees you walking down the sidewalk towards the shop.

You're such an adorable thing, really. Always nervously wringing your fingers when you leave your dog outside. Always polite and soft spoken. He's never seen anyone as pure as you before (even tho he can't know how pure you are but compared to him you are basically a saint).

Your dog is the opposite of you, big and scary with a mean face but utterly whipped for you. It's obvious that you got it for protection and it's intimidatingly well trained. Simon admires the way you handle the animal. He wouldn't mind letting you handle him the same way.

Him and the dog might not be so different, he thinks. Both hardened old men, used to a harsher lifes, that soften for you and would follow your lead every day. Hell, he'd be as well behaved as your dog too if you put a collar and a leash on him and kissed his head the way you kiss your dogs when you leave him outside.

It's a familiar dance at this point, you tie your dog to the pole outside, look into the shop, notice Simon already looking at you and promtly look away at your dog once more.

You draw a few deep breaths, kiss your dogs head (damnit he never thought he'd be jealous of a dog) and Simon can't help but smile behind his mask, utterly enamored.

If only you weren't so intimidated by him. He really wishes he could have a conversation with you but he never gets more out of you than one word answers and a finger pointing at the meat you want.

And fuck, Simon is no conversationalist but he's really trying for you, but you're so damn timid around him. If he doesn't get to hear your pretty voice more he might just lose his damn mind.

So when you open the door, the chime a soft sound in the backround, entirely unfitting for this type of shop, his gruff voice stops you.

"You can bring him in with ya."

"I'm sorry, what?", you ask, confused.

"The dog.", Simon clarifies and you stand there in the open door looking at him like he just told you that he'll be butchering and selling your dog next.

Did he already fuck this up? You seem even more intimidated than usual. The diversion from your routine making your interaction even more tense. He tries to soften his voice when he goes again.

"You can bring your dog inside with ya, if it makes you more comfortable, sweetheart."

Your eyes are big when you meet his. Whether it's because of what he offered or the petname that slipped out, he isn't sure.

"But the sign says only service dogs?", you question genuinely confused.

Simon nearly snorts at your expression, like a deer caught in the headlights and damn him, if he doesn't wanna catch you.

"It's fine, just don't tell the boss. He won't know that it's no service dog as long as you don't rat me out. The boss can't tell a dog from a cat if I'm bein' honest.", he whispers conspiracionally. And then he swears he nearly has a heart attack.

You giggle. You giggle and blush brightly red at the same time, hiding your mouth with your hand and it takes everything in Simon to stop himself from jumping over the counter and pulling that hand away because the glimpse of your smile?! Yeah, he's fucked.

"Maybe next time I'll bring him in with me.", you finally answer. And Simon could die a happy man, finally having had a conversation with you (maybe just a short one but a conversation nontheless) that involves something other than the meat.

He's utterly fucked when you walk up to the counter, still blushing prettily (he didn't know he could make you do that so easily) and softly say your order.

He's utterly fucked when you pay, look at his name tag and say: "Thank you, Simon."

His name in your voice is a sound he will never forget again. He's sure he sounds like a fool when he says: "Have a nice day."

He's even more fucked when you turn around and he watches your cute ass walk out of the shop, giving your dog a treat for being so well behaved.

He nearly faints when you turn around, before walking away, gift him with a smile and wave goodbye. He returns the gesture mindlessly, glad that his mask is hiding the stupid expression he surely is wearing at that moment.

Oh yeah, he needs to catch you. And for that he'll have to prepare dog treats for next time.

[bigwishes]

Tummy Trouble

Connor flexed at himself in the mirror, he'd been lifting for years but still was no where near as big as he dreamed to be. He looked at some of his buddies in the gym that had gotten bigger than him taking roids but Connor didn't want any of that crap, he wanted to get as big as he could naturally, without risking his health.

Still he couldn't help but wish he was so much bigger.

Connor was on his way out of the gym when someone stopped him.

"Hey bro," the man grabbed Connor by the arm

Connor turned to see a unbelievable tall man who was insanely muscular. The straps to his tank top where barely visable between his shoulders and traps, the length of his tank top wasn't quite long enough to cover up his entire torso and his gym shorts looked more like spandex underwear. Connor was both turned on by the sheer size of the guy and turned off, he was clearly a roid head.

"eer, hey man"

"hey bro you look real fit, are you training to get bigger?"

"yeah man, as big as I NATURALLY can" Connor made sure to pretty much shout naturally at the guy, he'd had too many roid heads try and sell him gear in the locker room before but never had one brave enough to try it out the front of the gym

"aw yeah man, nice nice, look I got a sample for you"

"sorry man, Im not into enhancements or roids or whatever"

"you got me all wrong bro, no roids, its free gym gear we are giving out some clothing samples and asking for feedback for payment"

Connor's face turned bright red with embarrassment, now he seemed like some entitled asshole who thought he was too good to even talk to anyone not natural.

"bro I'm so sorry, I just, normally when a guy like you asks me if I want a sample in the gym" Connor began to stumble over his words trying to back peddle realising he basically just called this guy a roidhead without proof

"a guy like me?"

"yeah, eerrrrr, ya know big and..."

The giant man began to laugh and slapped Connor on the back "I'm just fucking with you mate"

Connor let out a sigh of relief

"but hey mate, so you're all about the natural look yeah? but you also wanna be a massive tank?"

"yeah man, look I know I might be dreaming but I wanna be fucking huge, like you, I just don't wanna take any enhancements"

"I think I got something for you mate, here"

The giant handed Connor a small carboard box with the words "Big and Bulky" written in bold black letters and a gift card for $100 Food delivery service stapled to the top.

"Free of charge mate, put em on when you get home and I'm sure you'll be feelin like a freak in no time" The giant man winked.

Connor took the gift and continued to thank him multiple times trying to make up for the fool he'd made of himself just moments before. He got in his car and sank in his chair. He opened the box seeing a pair of briefs, he couldn't exactly try them on in his car, he thought it'd be better to just come back with some feedback tomorrow.

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Connor stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, he began his normal flexing routine in his mirror but thoughts about being staying lean and small invaded his mind fairly quickly. He contemplated if staying natural was worth it if it meant he'll never get his dream body. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind Connor slipped on the briefs he was gifted earlier and......they felt like normal briefs. He couldn't work out how these were made special for athletes but at least he got a food gift card out of it.

Connor picked up his phone going to take a photo whilst he looked good in the light when suddenly a golden light began to shine off the waist band of the briefs. It was like sunlight was coming out of the fabric itself. He saw the letters B....I.....G slowly appear and he watched in the mirror as his body began to swell. His shoulders broadened, chest expanded with every breath, his arms began to swell up and soon his pecs and arms were competing for space. His thighs became tree trunks and he had to readjust his package so it didn't get crushed between them, even his feet began to grow outwards. Soon it all slowed down and all Connor could do was stare at himself in amazement.

Somehow, by literally magic he had swollen up into the size of his dreams. he couldn't help but start flexing and even licking his own bicep. A small noise, like a shop bell interrupted his self worship as a tiny slip of paper was ejected from the top of the box. Connor picked it up...

"Thank you for choosing Djinn.co transformative clothing, the transformative clothes you have chosen will permanently change your body, no need to workout to stay in shape never loose muscle keep the body of your dreams... NOTE: Your attendant for the day was Big Guy Bob he has added extra command words to your transformative clothing, we here at Djinn.co only print two command words on our clothing however your interaction with Bob had him convinced you deserved more"

Connor was amazed, surely this was a dream, there was no way he had stumbled into a pair of magic transforming clothes. As Connor was caught up in this thoughts light began to shine out of the other side of the waist band, the Connor felt his body start to get bigger. A part of him thought he should take the underwear off but he wanted to get bigger, he wanted to be a giant like the guy he met today. Another light began to shine from begin but Connor couldn't see. He flexxed in the mirror looking at the letters B...U....L....K....Y appear on the waist band. He flexed as hard as he could expecting to see his muscles to double in size again.

Connor's muscles became slightly large but nothing really changed. He dropped his arms to his side hearing his stomach make a slight gargling noise.

"awww, is that it, nothing even hap-"

*FWOOOMP

Connor almost fell forward as suddenly his six pack expanded into a loose gut. Hair quickly coated his entire body and he started sweating worse than he normally would at the gym.

"WHA...M...MY ABS...MY SIX PACK WHAT THE FUCK"

Connor rubbed his new tummy on the verge of tears.

"oh god...what the fuck do I do with this thing"

His stomach let out a loud hungry growl as if almost to respond to him.

He picked up his phone and used the gift card to order some food, as if on auto pilot he spent the entire $100 instantly and even dropped another $100 from his own bank account on food.

Connor just stood in the mirror staring at his new belly disgusted. He had all the muscle he had dreamed of but felt his gut, pecs and ass wobble as he flexed. Soon the doorbell rang and Connor went to go grab his bags of food.

Bringing the bags in from inside and placing them on his kitchen bench his hands instantly dove in grabbed a handful of fries out the box without even taking the box from the bag, without realising he had stuff half the box of fries in his mouth, salt fell from his lips into his new forest of chest hair and he simply wiped his salt covered hand on his brief whilst opening a bottle of off the shelf protein shake. He began chugging it down and could feel little bits slips from his lips and into his new beard. Connor picked up all the bags and moved to his couch.

Connor blinked awake as if from a trance, all around him were empty plasic bottles from protein shakes and soft drinks, multiple empty fry boxes littered the look around him and he noticed his chest hair was tangled with salt, some burger lettuce and dried protein shake, his briefs were also covered in stain from where he had wiped his hands. He slid his briefs off noticing 3 words painted on the ass he didn't notice appear. "SWEATY, HAIRY, SLOB". Connor rubbed his new gut and tossed the briefs to the side.

His stomach began to gurgle and it sounded like a water cooler. He watched as his loose gut started to become firm.

"oh...god...whats happeneing now"

each time Connor inhaled his stomach felt worse

"I....god what the fuck"

A small ding noise interrupted Conners panting and panicing as another small slip of paper magically was printed out of the top of a closed chip box. Conner leant forward and read it.

"Hey man, Big Guy Bob here, today you expressed wanting to become a natural tank, so I made sure you got a pair to turn you into an absolute unit but I know you were worried about people thinking you might be on roids, just look at today you were so quick to think I was on them, so I added some key words to not only turn you into a huge tank but to turn you into a huge slob, enjoy the size bro"

Connor groaned as he tossed the note to the ground.

"FUUUUUUUCKKK IM SO.......BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP"

the pain subsided and his stomach went soft again. Connor stared at his enormous body in the reflection of the black glass of his TV.

"mm...mmaybe i can cut?" Conner said aloud, completely unaware of the cupcake he was stuffing into his mouth as he spoke...

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I hope everyone who wanted me to write a weight gain story is happy with this one, this is probably as far as Ill every go with this kinda stuff but yall voted on it and I was happy to write it.

[apomaro-mellow]

Got inspired by this

Steve regretted laughing. Which is something he never thought he'd feel. But as he cackled at something Robin said, he saw the look on Dustin's face and wished he could take the laugh back. Robin went to go and show a customer something and Dustin slid over to him.

"Remind me again how she isn't 'the one'?"

"She's a one. One of a kind. The kind I don't wanna lose by asking her out."

"Whatever happened to the Harrington charm?", Dustin asked.

"Doesn't work on girls like Robin." Steve ignored him by trying to escape to the backroom. Of course Dustin followed, employees only be damned.

"I don't even think you've tried. Which confuses me. But what's got me even more confused is how you've seemed to stop trying altogether."

"Why are you so invested in my love life, huh?"

"Ew, gross", Dustin winced. "I'm not invested. I'm just tired of hearing you whine about never finding love-"

"I don't whine!"

"SO just ask her out already. Even if she says no, you can still be friends. Like Jonathan and Nancy."

Steve rolled his eyes. Then saw a lightbulb go off in Dustin's head.

"Well since Nancy's single again-"

"I'm gay!"

For the first time ever Dustin shut his trap. Steve thought he should get a trophy for this. Except he realized what he just said. Dustin, with all the grace of someone who had just been blindsided, hugged Steve tight.

"I'm...I'm here for you, man."

It was so sweet that it made Steve feel like shit. But only a little. Because now Dustin couldn't keep trying to matchmake him and Robin. Or Nancy.

Turns out the love boat only stopped for a couple days.

Steve was hanging out in his room when he heard footsteps approach. Dustin came in without a single knock.

"Um, hello? How did you get in?"

"Some lady let me in."

Steve raised a brow. "You mean my mom?"

Dustin shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Anyway, what about Gary?"

"....Who? For what?"

"Gary? He works at the art supply store. He's gay, why not him?"

Steve shot up and shut his door like a zombie was coming. "What the fuck are you talking about Henderson?!", he hissed quietly.

"Gay people deserve love too, Steve. So how about it?"

Steve rubbed his face. Forget about how Dustin knew about some random dude's sexuality, apparently he wasn't one to be deterred.

"You can't just set me up with any guy. Or any gay guy."

"You've slept around with just any girl? Why are guys different? Seems pretty discriminatory Steve."

He wanted to strangle this kid. More than that though, he wanted to go back and slap his past self. He could have said anything. Said he was into old ladies-no, then Dustin would be sending him on blind dates to the senior center.

It felt like the only thing to get Dustin off his case would be if he was in a serious relationship with someone.

Then a second person came into his room without knocking and Steve wondered if he should be walking around naked more.

It was Jonathan.

And Steve got another bright idea.

"I can't just go out with anyone. Because I'm already dating Jonathan."

"What?!", two voices shouted out and Dustin gave Jon a look.

"Why do you sound surprised?"

Jonathan looked to Steve for help and Steve tried to convey the best he could with his eyes.

"I...we never....put a label on it....?"

Steve could kiss him if he was at all interested in men. To sell it a little better, he put an arm around his shoulders. Dustin was left speechless for the second time in a week and Steve was definitely putting it in his journal for posterity.

This time he gave them both pats on the back and walked out silently.

"Don't tell anyone!", Steve shouted behind him, then closed his bedroom door.

"Hey, um, the hell?", Jonathan asked.

"Thank you for being so cool with that."

"I'm learning to be more chill. But still, explain?"

Steve told him the whole story as they sat on his bed and through it all, Jonathan looked nothing but understanding.

"So, how long do we need to pretend to be boyfriends?"

"Who says we need to pretend?", Steve raised a brow.

"You just told Dustin."

"It's a secret we're keeping", Steve said, getting up to pace about his room. "Which means we just act normal. Later we can tell Dustin we broke up."

"How much later?"

Steve pondered. "....Once I'm engaged?"

"Steve!"

"Jonathan, please?"

He looked conflicted. This just seemed like a lot of stupid work just to convince Dustin. "You get 2 months? Got it? Put it on your calendar."

"Thank you! I'll do it right now!" Steve grabbed a pen and went over to the calendar that hung on the wall. He went to February 3rd and put a broken heart on the date.

"Subtle."

"No one else looks at this thing. Alright. If our break up is bad enough maybe Dustin will stop butting his head in."

"What if the others find out?", Jonathan asked.

"No one else is gonna know."

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Lucas had been noticing that Dustin had that weird grin on his face for the past week. The 'I know something you don't know' grin. While sitting in Steve's living room, shoulder to shoulder with Max, who he nudged.

"You notice anything off with Dustin?"

"You mean more than the usual offness? Yes, actually."

"What do you think it is?", Lucas asked.

Will came to sit on Lucas' other side. "My guess is he has a secret. But what, I don't know."

"So it's pretty obvious, right?", Lucas said.

"No, I said as much to Mike and he said I was being crazy and that Dustin wouldn't keep anymore secrets after Dart."

Their eyes went over to Dustin, who was grinning at the group who was deciding on the movie they were gonna watch. Steve and Eddie were in a heated conversation while Jonathan was trying to be a mediator.

Steve was flapping around a vhs so hard it threatened to sail across the room and Jonathan grabbed his wrist to still it, scared for the innocent movie.

"Get a room, you lovebirds", Dustin called out.

All eyes turned towards him.

Part 2

[travellingwiththedead]

Ok, watching iwtv s2e2 again and taking notes because everything happening too much:

(Spoilers under read more)

Louis and Armand arguing about who should have made contact first sounds a bit like Louis and his mum arguing about who should have kept in touch, but less angry.

Also Daniel absolutely not buying their domestic bliss charade is hilarious. "Keep selling it"

Ok, on Louis and his photography: How are all your pictures turning out so well? You're taking them at night, free hand, no flash light. I guess for less hurried ones he can, because he's a vampire, just stand very very still, but we see him and Claudia move the camera while taking pictures (or use a way too short exposure time), he's taking pictures on a moving bike. They should all be underexposed or blurry as hell xD

Louis getting nasty when Daniel's questions go places he doesn't like is so good. Three grumpy old men in a penthouse, trying to one up each other.

Love how Claudia is all indecisive about going into Madeleine's shop until someone tells her not to do it, then she immediately goes in. Lestat's daughter, absolutely. They both hear someone say "Lestat/Claudia, no!" and immediately go "Lestat/Claudia yes!" xD

Aaaand now Daniel's hand is shaking again. Guess it's time for another visit from Fareed (give me my mad scientist husbands)

Love Daniel gleefully correcting Rashid (and indirectly Armand) that you're not supposed to be using gloves with old books and documents. Have the writers stolen this from tumblr posts after s1? ;)

Armand, give poor Real Rashid ('it's just Rashid') a raise already xD

Armand, you dramatic shit, making the lights flicker like that when meeting Louis

The whole Theatre part is just so good. Ben Daniels gave his all and he's stealing the show. Standing ovations for this man. (and also wishing him so much strength after the loss of his husband, so sad for him)

The whole Annika scene was so intense, the actress is fantastic.

KP (the MVP of production crumbs) and his little knitted hat ^.^

The whole theatre troop looks so good. And the set is great.

Celeste's "Do American vampiresses all wear pastels?" is giving Morticia Addams xD

Daniel calling it all a telenovela, and making sure to have the fitting background music, is hilarious xD he's right and he should say it

Delainey is so pretty when she smiles. And also once again doing so well.

Roget, what do you know? Also I wanna know what else was in that box, apart from the letter (looks like some kind of deeds or other official documents? maybe money?).

And there Louis goes lashing out again. Vicious.

Hm, not sure where this whole scenes puts the Armand-is-Alice-theory (which I don't subscribe to). Because Louis clearly thinks Alice as an actual person and that he could find her in present day.

Personally I think Daniel remembering 70s Armand here has less to do with Alice and more with Louis now and Armand then using his memories as weapons against him.

I bet Daniel will make them pay for this in the future, he's not just gonna take that. I mean, he sees nothing wrong with slapping a vampire so collecting himself and then striking back even harder would definitely be something he'd do.

the preview for next episode is confusing me. 1576??? But yay for past-Lestat and Nicki ^^

[teddybeartoji]

mickey for starters i have a confession to make… even after all these months whenever i search your acc i ALWAYS accidentally type “teddybearmick-“. toji is your teddybear but he better understand that you’re mine 🫶🏼

OKAY SO im a cartilage piercing virgin because i am. scared of infections 😞 but i was wondering if you had a conch piercing? if you do - how would you rate the pain / healing process? and second, how would you compare it to a helix? i want one sooooooo bad 😭

TEDDYBEARMICKEYYY PLEASEEEE YOU'RE SO CUTEE I WANNA BITE YOUR CHEEKSSS>:333333333333333 yk i think toji is somewhat okay with sharing me but i think he'd like to thirdwheel us. listen listen listen he just likes the company okay,, he'd never admit that sitting quietly on the armchair while we play video games together on the couch is very relaxing for him. i don't think he'd mind that at all!!!!!!!!!!!! he will want me back for the night though.. i fear he gets very clingy and grumpy smhhh he is a grown man (i'm so giddy just thinking abt him being clingy scar i'm so doomed i love him)

OKAY SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO . FIRST THINGS FIRST SCAR . my ears are very sensitive😭😭😭PLEAAAASEEE BEAR THAT IN MIND OKAY and i do really mean that they're sensitive bc i am very good with pain overall. i've broken bones i've had fractures, i am always a breath away from falling asleep during tattoos (mind you i have one that reaches from my hip to the side of my boob so it's a a pretty big one in a rather tender area and . i was still fighting off sleep)(i was also horny but that's another topic) ANDDDDD i have a belly button piercing which was literally like a pinch too okay i am veeery good with pain

except when it comes to my ears😭😭😭 i have seventeen ear piercings and i have hated getting every single one of them. actually i've taken two of them out so there are 19 holes in my ears in total. no pain.. no gain.. (i say through tears) AAANYWAYYY i do have a conch piercing and it is, in fact, very super sexy:3333333333 it is also the second most painful one out of all of them:33333333333333333333

the cartilage is just very thick there yk? so it's definitely like a very uncomfortable piercing to get. i also need to mention that this is like one of the few things that actually make me feel squeamish lmao i can't LOOK at somebody getting a piercing like the mere idea of something going through my ear is making me tweak a little SOO i think that just made everything even worse for me

i can't really talk abt my healing process just bc all of mine always heal the same way - they're fine at first and then after the first two weeks or so they swell up very badly and stay like that for like five days and then it's fine . healed . hgasdghsaghdhgsaghas so it was the same with the conch one too, it ended up swelling so bad that you couldn't even see the bar anymore and yk they put a longer bar at first for that very same reason lmao IT HASN'T GIVEN ME ANY GRIEF AFTER THAT THOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i feel like my older helix piercings have acted up a million times more than my conch so that's good i think..

you can always use salt water if it does get infected!!!!!!!!!!! there's this thing called Humer Nasal Spray idk if you have it where you are but it's literally just salt water and yes it's meant for your nose but it works wonders for infected piercings!!!!!!!!!!! they even sell it at the salon i go to lmao if you don't have it though then you can put like a teaspoon of salt into a lukewarm cup of water and then either dip a rag or smth in it and then hold it to your ear,, i always thought this was kind of painful though so i always end up just tilting my head to the side and literally just dipping my ear into the cup . i don't have a specific time for you i always just do that for as long as i have the patience lmao

BUT BUTBUTT NOWW!!!!!!!! A LITTLE PLUS FOR YOU!!!!!!!! SO YOU WOULDN'T ACTUALLY GET ALL SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was there when my friend got a conch too and for her . it was like nothing. she didn't pull a face or anything and she literally asked the piercer whether she could get another one right away????????????????????? i was kind of horrified lmao aaaand genuinely can't remember her whining about the healing process later on either and we were in classmates and we sat together at all times so i definitely would've heard it yk??

SOOOOOO ALL IN ALL sadly it really just depends on the person i fear. but . no pain no gain okay this is what i always tell myself. you couldn't fucking pay me to take them out rn btw i had to do that when i was getting a dental xray lmao that was horrible i'm never taking them out i looked so weird and BORINGGGGG piercing are so sexy they're worth the pain (unfortunately)

[toujokaname]

Evanescent / Episode 5

Characters: Niki, Rinne  

"...Don't you feel even a little bit jealous? I know you don't care about idols, but still..."

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Season: Spring

Location: In Front of Live Stage (Food Stalls)

Several days later. Somewhere in Tokyo, in front of a street lined with food stalls near the stage of "Ephemeral Festival."

Niki: Nom, nom, nom... Ah, man~! When it comes to festival food, you can't beat yakisoba and grilled corn!

Why's it that yakisoba made at stalls always tastes better than usual?

Well, I mean, I always think it's delicious no matter when I eat it, but if I could crack the secret, my cooking would go up a notch for sure!

Don't you think so too, Rinne-kun?

Rinne: .........

Niki: Huh? Rinne-kun? Hellooo~? Were you even listening to me?

Oh, wait, could it be that you're hungry?

If you are, I found a stall selling this festival's original treat called "kohakuyaki"! I figured you'd wanna—

Niki: UGYYAAGH!

Rinne: Don't just ditch me and enjoy the festival all by yourself, Niki, you prick!

The hell's a "kohakuyaki" anyway? They just slapped his name on it and called it a day? [1]

...Okay, fine—it's actually kinda good. But come on, it's just baby castella? Not some "kohakuyaki" or whatever.

Niki: Ughhh... Why do I have to get hit with a wrestling move just for kindly sharing my food...?

Rinne: I told you it's 'cause you were off enjoying the festival by yourself!

You left me alone to man the shooting gallery stand! It's bad enough I was already feeling lonely after Merumeru and Kohaku-chan bailed on me...

Picture this: Me. Alone. Running a stall. In a goddamn Merumeru mask. I looked pathetic! Miserable as shit!

Niki: Huh~? Was it really that bad? I thought the Kohaku-chan mask was cute when I wore it.

But that aside, why'd we have to wear Kohaku-chan and HiMERU-kun masks in the first place?

Rinne: Hey... You didn't even bother to read the project plan Merumeru put together for this, did you?

Niki: Sure I did! I remember... something about a bunch of food stalls being lined up, at least!

Rinne: All you ever think about is food, huh...

If I'm saying it as it appears in the proposal, then this "Ephemeral Festival" is PBB's first official live event.

Merumeru pushed the project through with the deputy director while Kohaku-chan was resting up.

Now that we're entering the real summer season, they set it up as a festival where PBB thanks their fans as summer arrives.

The agency also saw a chance to cash in on their insane popularity, so the plan got approved in no time.

PBB's turned into a gold fountain. They're gonna rake in a fortune by selling merch at the concert, no doubt.

Niki: Ohhh, so that's why there's so many HiMERU-kun and Kohaku-chan-themed merch and stalls around~

They were also giving out hand fans all over the venue, to keep up that summer festival theme, I guess?

Rinne: Looks that way. The stalls are probably here to sell the vibe even more.

Niki: Hmmm...? But, doesn't something feel off?

If I remember right, HiMERU-kun mentioned something about bringing the PBB trend to an end...?

Rinne: Who knows. I was told my help wasn't needed, so I wasn't involved in the planning at all.

Well, the deputy director said he'd milk it for all its worth since it's PBB's first and last live, so he's probably figured out a way to pull it off.

Must be nice for them, though. They're up on stage surrounded by fans right now.

Meanwhile, look at us. Stuck here manning a shooting gallery stall.

Same unit, my ass. The way we're treated, it's the difference between heaven and hell. It's like I'm just some convenient lackey.

Even this outfit, I only got it out of pity from Anzu-chan.

Niki: Now, now, Rinne-kun. You’re pouty again 'cause those two are the center of attention, huh?

If I fan you with this, do you think it'll cool off that hot temper of yours~? Flap flap...♪

Rinne: ...Don't you feel even a little bit jealous? I know you don't care about idols, but still...

Niki: More than that, I just feel proud that Kohaku-chan and HiMERU-kun are so loved by everyone, y'know?

Like you said, I don't care about the idol world as much as you do, Rinne-kun.

Even if the fans get fed up with me, as long as I can still cook, I don't mind at all! ♪

Rinne: Yeah, yeah, that's so typical of you, Niki. I'm the one who dragged you into this idol stuff in the first place anyway...

Niki: Well, even if your idol career doesn't work out, I'll always be here to cook you something delicious, no matter what.

Rinne: ...Look at you, getting all cocky.

Fine then. If you're gonna say that, I won't hesitate to mooch off you from now on. Oh, I'll be eating real good. Thanks a bunch! ♪

Niki: Crap! I let my soft heart get the better of me and said something I shouldn't have! Forget I said that!

Rinne: Gyahaha. Too late now. No take-backs in life, buddy...♪

Besides, Niki. Do you really think I'm the kinda guy who's just gonna sit here and sulk all day?

Niki: ...Heh?

Rinne: Don't worry. There ain't no way I'm just gonna take this lying down.

Brace yourself, Merumeru. You're gonna pay for leaving us out of the spotlight. There'll be no mercy...♪

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Originally, he asks if "kohakuyaki" is like a sibling to "konjouyaki", which is the act of burning cigarettes on skin. I guess the joke is they sound similar, but I couldn't come up with a way to carry it across in English, so...👍

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[allbeendonebefore]

weird question but for the sake of fanfic accuracy, how would ralph and oliver like their steaks? my first instinct for ollie is to say well done lol

also this is my first fanfic so i wanna get their portrayals (mostly for ralph) right, as much as i can at least. how do you think they’d interact when it’s just them? personally i see ollie as very reserved/uptight and i feel like ralph would feel awkward bc there’s lots of underlying tension even if they aren’t arguing plus little things ollie says/does that grate on him even if ollie isn’t trying to piss him off.

ah the steak question, the one i always avoid because steak is my least favourite way to eat beef and i know bertie is like. PASSIONATE. about that. I think he'd raise an eyebrow at well done though, i think he is more a medium-rare/medium sort of guy and he is also a fan of beef tartare so the rawness does not bother him but he also wants that sear on the outside, yknow, like the cook put an effort into the Correct Balance. Well done is like. why are you drying out that poor cow, you might as well be eating jerky. [fellow albertans with steak opinions, please by all means tell me]

How they act together is definitely contextual somewhat but yes I agree that Ollie is generally uptight because that's the way he is around everyone, that's the cost of being the Good British Child and the Public Face - and Bertie has this roulette going that will either land on [high strung, take offense] or [make a show of being So Relaxed] because he's the one that Also gets flack for being the Princess Province from everyone, so he is out to prove (both to everyone and to himself) that he's NOT as high strung as OLIVER even though in a lot of ways he Absolutely is. Like, I will be masochistic and tough in situations I wouldn't be in private just to show him what a Real Man (tm) would do. (a real man may choose to buy heated seats for his truck but is not... he's not soft enough to use them... no sir... unless of course YOU want them on, I GUESS. i almost forgot they were there.)

[and like, the implication is that bert is "At Home" in his Element in the comic, which is a little different than Not Being At Home of course. no i didn't specify which airport they're at... oop. entirely depends on the reason why ollie is visiting which i also didn't specify]

Obviously with [gestures at the background radiation of political bullshit] though I think they are both tired. i'm tired. i'm tired of seeing it im tired of hearing it and we all need a break from political theatre. like yes, tension, its real, it's weighing on everyone, i often use it as fuel to vent when i do dumb comics, but its also like. we are in this same bullshit together, like me and my colleagues back in ON watched ford ripping up and selling off the green belt while kenney and smith are still trying to turn the mountains into open pit mines like "same hat". There's a point beyond "you don't get me!!" where it becomes "you get me...", its like, its this assumption that things are never going to change and the assumption about how one is going to react that is the actual crux of the personality conflict, you feel me? i don't know if this makes sense at all its just something i have been chewing on a lot. chewing on it like a dry well done steak

anyway its like. it would feel odd to me if there Wasn't teasing and jabs but for me there is definitely an ironic feeling to it, like they both understand what is actually going on but it's hard to figure out what to do about it and so they kind of get stubborn and stuck in their ways a little, but at the same time its also like "thanks for coming," "you see what i have to deal with," "i picked an activity i think you'd like (i hope you say so, i'm very proud of it even though i pretend its no big deal, this is me actually being very vulnerable and concerned with your opinion, i hope you appreciate it, but also if you did idk how to respond)" or "i knew you weren't going to like this but you should broaden your horizons and loosen up" hahaha...

(you see why i struggle articulating my thoughts, like, how do you Portray that idk man)

like, i do have more to say and im happy to try to be clearer about what i mean or to give some more specific examples or try to detail what i think the [+/- sims friendship points] things might be or those little grating things, I just need to stop somewhere before i stop making sense altogether hahahaha

[avaflourine]

Neon Hell: Chapter Three

He watched. In his woolen hood of mystery, he gazed upon the swordsman garbed in the holy snail."How curious," the hooded man thought, "How naive he is at this time. No matter, I shall be rid of him in due time."The hooded man went on his way, not wanting to dampen the snail-bound crusader's black victory.

Francis walked until he saw what looked to be a town that was in ruin, yet people were still living there. The people looked malnourished, their bones being visible, their skin acting as nothing but a frail, brittle cover for their bodies that looked like they were full of nothing but dust. Their houses barely even looked like places that would be lived in, more like cages that they could leave freely. The people looked like they were crying– but lacked the moisture in their bodies to form tears.

Before Francis could act, heard an all-too familiar galloping, and got unwanted flashbacks, so he hastily dove under a rock, his mind running wild with fears and worries. While he was thinking on what to do next, he felt something tugging on his leg, he looked back to see a pile of leaves, vines and roots in a vaguely humanoid shape, which had a strange drop of golden liquid glowing through the center with its "arm" tugging on Francis's aforementioned leg.

"Please…feed me…I'm starving…" The Snail-bound crusader started to panic as he threw his flask full of stream water at the plant creature. The roots coiled around the lid of the flask and screwed it open, the beautiful clear liquid flooding the roots and leaves, as the plants sprung to life, looking a lot more like a living creature.

The wilted, dry leaves became vibrant and pink, as the plant figure seemed to be made from some sort of cherry blossom. It even has a face. A face made out of leaves, but a face nonetheless. It looked up at Francis and smiled. "Thank you stranger! I dunno what's going on, but you really saved my stem." "W-who exactly are you? And I thought plants couldn't talk." Francis asked, feeling perplexed, and a little scared at the same time. "I don't know! Until 15 minutes ago I couldn't talk! Wanna be friends?" Francis was about to laugh in his face, until he really thought it over. "Wow…I really haven't had any friends ever since I escaped the library. I'm getting tired of being lonely, and I'm sure he'd feel the same way if I left him alone." "Y'know what? Yeah, we can be friends. My name's Francis! What's your…oh. Right." They both giggled."Call me…Bloom?" The plant creature said. "Sounds cute, I guess you have a name, it's nice to meet you, Bloom-" Their riveting conversation is interrupted by several blood curdling screams. The newfound friends look to see the source of the horrific noises. Bloom looked on in confusion, as Francis looked on in terror, because his fears from earlier were confirmed. The strange tribe of porcupine creatures were back, but rather than there being 4 of them…There were over 20.

"Bloom, we need to do something," Francis barely managed to sputter out of his mouth, "Why? What's going on?" "I've met those guys before, they're bad news." "Oh…"

"Eh, boss! Heard what happened to group 4?" One of the porcupine creatures said to a significantly bigger one wearing a flowing red cape that was clearly stolen from a creature much taller than him, showing that he must've been some sort of leader"We found Chapcrok, and he was muttering something about a snail man, so we put him out of his fear!" "ATTA LAD!" The leader said, as the rest of the tribe cheered. "Doesn't quite matter now, they're just not gonna get a piece o' da pie that we'll be getting when we sell all this sweet cargo!" The people in the cage-like houses looked horrified.

Francis stands up. "Fran, what are you doing?! They're gonna kill you! I don't wanna lose my first friend!" "I'm not just gonna sit here and watch as these people suffer, and I understand if you don't want to do anything, but you won't be able to convince me otherwise."

Francis walks forward, and yells "HEY!" as he brandishes FATE

[crimsonblackrose]

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People are wearing cobra kai shirts, selling snake bites and water bottles and sending out postcards shaped like the snake in the mail for new locations.

First hint that Mitch is a mole, watching Mitch eating snake bites (chocolates?) in front of a new location.

The dirty swirly they give Anthony is disgusting and also probably going to make him sick. The fact Kenny can get the other Cobra Kai's to just pick up and carry Anthony kinda shows that he legit is no longer the new kid being hazed but kind of has taken over Hawks spot of having minions.

They're using creamer cups

"to beat a monster we need a monster." Chozen: I can be monster. Amanda: Oh, I bet you'd make a great monster

Johnny has no interest in crawling into whatever deep dark hole Kreese is locked in.

Chozen: Line up

Good thing a long time ago, Johnny taught these kids what that meant. Sadly they don't know what any of the Japanese means.

Yanbaru Kuina or the Okinawan Rail (endangered bird) it can't fly

Miguel why would Chozen bring real eggs from Okinawa of an endangered bird?

Must protect egg from Kume Shima Habu, a poisonous snake.

Tory literally trying to warn Devon to not be there.

Kyler to Kenny: Slow down man, you're making the rest of us look bad. Kenny looking around then slowing down: Oh, sorry.

The new cobra kai office with security cameras to watch the dojo.

"I can't believe we're doing this?" "Do you think I want to be here?"

Daniel, Kreese is Johnny's version of Terry Silver, I don't think anyone would drag you to see Terry Silver in jail. Johnny said he didn't want to do this at the beginning. You're kind of using Johnny as bait.

Like Johnny's nervous, his foot is tapping, he's like quickly looking around, behind him. "I hope this place has taken him down a few pegs. Maybe he's ready to talk."

No Johnny, don't go down that route again. Not the, I'll give this guy another chance.

"Old man in a place like this. I almost feel sorry for him." Daniel

Seriously daniel?

"I don't." - Johnny. Still antsy and looking around everywhere.

The jello guy asking if he can get Kreese anything, corn nuts, before bowing and saying yes sensei when kreese tells him to scram.

Johnny nervously straightening his jacket as Kreese sits down across from him.

And of course Kreese directs all his conversation to Johnny. "What the hell is he doing here?" Towards Daniel. "You should be thanking me for getting you out of your cell."- Daniel.

"I don't want to talk to him. I wanna talk to you. " Speaking again only to Johnny.

"Yeah, well, I don't really want to talk to you." Johnny, turning to Daniel and looking away "Told you this was a dumb idea.

Daniel, Kreese tried to kill Johnny, wormed his way back into his life when he was finally repairing it taking advantage of his desire to give himself a second chance and learning to fight in the gray with mercy to steal Johnny's dojo while he was grieving the death of a friend. Re-teaching his students no mercy which he'd tried to take out of them, which ultimately led to them breaking into Miyagi-do and stealing Mr. Miyagi's military award, trashing your dojo, and defacing your car. He wormed his way into Robby's life to win him over, try to take him under his wing to lure Johnny back viewing his own betrayal as good for Johnny and waiting for him to cool off and come back, further straining Johnny and Robby's relationship (something you also helped with), then trying to kill Johnny which you yourself put a stop to. He stole his dojo, stole his students, tricked Johnny, and tried to kill him multiple times. I don't think that's just bad blood. I think bringing Johnny here was kinda cruel but the only chance you had for Kreese to come out and see you. I mean look at how Johnny's the only one sorta curled in on himself with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Lol mitch trying to protect his egg by sitting on it. Chris climbing in a try to try and protect his.

I like that Robby goes : How many times did you have to sand the sparring deck. Sam: 0 times, your dad brought a power sander.

And Robby's delighted laugh.

Miguel out here being very mature. Hawk: I'll kick Robby's ass for you for talking to Sam. Miguel: Nah, we're cool now, they're probably just catching up. So much growth, so proud of him.

he tied it together with floss and left shoelace.

Chozen throws a knife through it when Demetri sets it down and tells Demetri: Bird likes to hear himself sing.

Kyler showing he is not leader material. Tory proving she is, even with someone who doesn't want to follow her. She is a big sister after all and is trying even if it doesn't work.

I just realized we haven't seen Piper all season. I guess she dropped out of Cobra Kai after the all-Valley.

Johnny gently reaching out to stop Daniel when he gets mad and Kreese provokes him.

Cousin Vinny reference!

Johnny's hold on sort of confused betrayed tone.

It's the only way, it's worth the sacrifice.

Johnny looking upset is I think what sells it to Kreese

For some reason I thought one of the kids kept their egg, but Chozen gets all of them

Silver knows Kenny's brother is in juvie.

Kreese to Johnny whose nervously tapping his foot now that Daniel left them alone: Do you want some jell-o?

The guy who wolf whistled at Kreese who got his ass kicked is named Gabriel.

Everything I did was for you

Johnny's body language changed.

"Every mark you left. Every memory of you."

Daniel returns with the number for his lawyer, and Johnny's back to antsy bouncing.

I truly think Chozen's students in Okinawa must love him. He's a very fun very strong teacher.

Tory being a good leader and a good big sister not letting Kim get Devon.

Meanwhile Kenny literally beats up Kyler for not listening to him, knocks him down and uses his body to jump off of to score a point.

"I remember was a little skinny kid loaded with fear, like you were" (To johnny)

Kreese and Silver went to learn in Korea from the master in 1980 (So right around when Johnny started learning karate?)

Terry bought the dojo for John and paid for this trip.

Sekai Taikai, the best karate tournament in the world.

Yup He'd already been teaching and teaching Johnny prior to this trip.

Silver listened to me then, we didn't expand. I wanted to focus on you (Johnny). "Don't make this about me"

The piece of paper with the lawyer's number says "No mercy mother fucker"

Johnny's smile and the way he looks at Daniel.

Kreese looks at Johnny and says without him terry will make mincemeat out of him.

Johnny's last words to him is "Enjoy rotting in your cell."

[bucketofdrugs]

The breathless sound in her voice drew that animal from within, the monster that he was wanting to hear her sound like that so many more times. He wanted to make her more than breathless, hear every little sound he could drag passed those lips, find out just how loud his loudmouthed vault dweller could be.

The interruption helped quell some of the beast's desire, if nothing else, keeping him from completely devouring her while still laid up in what was essentially a hospital bed. He didn't want to hurt her. He'd done enough harm in the past, nearly drowning her for a scientist's head and selling her for parts among them. He didn't want to do anything to make her feel worse now.

He didn't need to see the squire to know what sort of look they had given him. Her attempt at protectiveness only started well after she'd reawoken. He'd seen the disgust when the bird landed, when they tried to take her from him, and every time they braved the tent thereafter. He knew what the Brotherhood of Steel thought of him, of what he was, and that any cough would be enough for them to come put him down. Maximus was, apparently, an exception, and the only reason he was allowed to stay in the first place.

Because of Lucy. Because the other option was letting them go, with how ferocious he had been when she fell.

Something about her sweet tone sounded wrong and until she actually swore, he couldn't quite put his finger on why. It explained so much when she did, and he couldn't help the soft chuckle that fell from his chest when he heard it. "There's my girl," he practically hummed with excitement, buzzing over her simply saying a single, tame swear word. He used harsher language, especially toward the Brotherhood, but for Lucy, that was practically cold.

There's a long pause before he drew back to look at her, his tongue drawing over his bottom lip slowly. "While I don't think that I was fully aware 'til you planted one on me, I'm also pretty sure you could've hopped on for a ride after that first delightful sexual conversation and I wouldn't have complained one bit. And honestly, sweetheart, with the threat of radiation, fuckin' a ghoul is a little daring."

He leaned back in to nip at her lip. "Tying a man up and havin' your way with him isn't exactly a 'normal' sexual desire, either. Not that you'll find me complaining about it. Anythin' else you wanna try, you just eat your kinky little heart out."

She could never tell him the effect his voice had to her alone, or he would use it for evil - she could already imagine the way he'd get her to forget everything she was saying simply by speaking in her hear in that tone.

"I meant before," she whispered, left breathless by the way he had moved his leg in a position that made her want to get a lot closer. And she couldn't also tell him that her wounds would hurt too much if she did, because he had been so concerned before that she had the bad feeling he'd stop right there and then. He always prided himself to be selfish, and she wanted to trust he'd be, but no, maybe not to that point. Even if she wanted him to.

The interruption left her needing a second to reel her feelings in, but she kept a hand on the back of his head and patted it comfortingly when he rested against her shoulder. She saw, though, the look on the knight or squire or whoever it was, and knew he had to be one of those. The ones who could not see ghouls as people. A surge of protectiveness came, but she kept her tone cheerful as to not alert Cooper of anything, "No, wait a second, excuse me, could you please let Maximus know I'm awake and safe? And that I'm... discussing some very important, very private things with the Ghoul, but we can see each other later? Please and thank you."

She couldn't have sounded or smiled sweeter, while still comfortably keeping her arm around Cooper's neck, but as soon as he was out, the expression froze on her face and faded into one of coldness. People didn't get it. Maximus had. They had spoken of it, and his worry came from the Ghoul's whole persona, which she could accept, not from his radiation level. But other people? "What a dick." She chose when to swear very carefully, which was why Cooper had been the target the first time, completely deserved, but 'butthead' couldn't cover that guy, with the look of judgment and disgusted that had flashed on his face when she had let Cooper rest his forehead on her shoulder.

"Anyway! I was just saying, had I known you'd be interested we could have done this for months. I thought you were kidding. Because I'm... Vaultie and not... dark and... I don't know what the word for that is, but I'm not particularly daring and crazy when it comes to sexual preferences. What do they call doing 'extreme' things out here?"

[always-andromeda]

La Belle Fleur Sauvage for Brian Weathersby? I have seen absolutely ZERO nsfw for him and I am just DYING to see what your take on it is. Imma give you free range on this one bby. Tear it up 💖

Author's Note | ooooo boy...I have teeeeensy bit of a soft spot for Brian and it's purely because of how bad this man gets beat up in this movie...oopsie...thank you for giving me free reign though!!!! this concept simply kept bouncing around in my brain lmao.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), unprotected sex, overstimulation, nothing else I can think of!!

When you waltz in, Brian knows he's in trouble. He didn't even realize just have much time he'd wasted on paperwork. Normally he'd be counting down the minutes until he could close up the store and go home. But of course the one day he actually has plans outside of work is the day that about a dozen people decided that they needed a mattress.

Why anyone would decide they wanted a mattress about the cost of a used car, he had no clue. He still manages to sell seven mattresses. A good day. A very good day. Until you walked in, of course.

"Didn't think you'd be having this much fun without me," you tease humorlessly, approaching his desk. Stacks of papers litter the surface of his work station.

"I'm so sorry, I've been completely swamped today." Brian clicks the pen he holds and avoids your hard gaze. He tries again, "I meant to call and tell you I'd be late. But everything just..."

You finger runs up the length of a particularly large stack of papers, "Piled up?"

Brian sighs before giving you a purse lipped smile, "Something like that."

You nod once. Simply accepting the halfhearted excuse. Brian waits for you to say something else before you swivel around on your heels and begin to walk along the row of remaining mattresses on the sales floor. You hand presses down on each one for a few seconds, teasing the firmness as you seemingly decide it's too hard or too soft. He watches you with a quizzical look as you seem to finally find one you like. You press both hands on that one and bounce a few times.

Then you crawl up on it, that little dress you're wearing, riding up just enough so Brian catches a glimpse of the back of your thighs before you turn around and lie on your back. Deciding to entertain whatever you're trying to do, Brian gets up and slowly makes his way towards you.

He hears you breath out contentedly as you ask, "How much is this one, Bri?"

Brian chuckles. As if you'd ever be able to afford it. Nonetheless, he replies, "Ten grand." He's got practically every price memorized. There's not much else to do when he's surrounded by the numbers every single day.

You scoff, "Jesus Christ, who buys these?"

"People with money to burn, I guess."

Head raising for a few seconds, you smile slightly, "Wanna test this one out with me?"

"Test it?"

You rub the spot beside you, "Yeah, have you never actually tried one of these bad boys?"

Brian shakes his head defensively. But he still brings his knee up to the bed and carefully crawls up it. He doesn't need a ten thousand dollar bill to pay if it gets damaged in some way.

"Oh, don't be such a dork," you laugh and grab him by the collar of his dark sweater. Before he can possibly move in time, he collapses on top of you, knocking his nose into yours on the way down.

Your face scrunches up at the impact and you nuzzle your nose against his.

"Hi," your voice is small and sweet. There’s a pang in his stomach. Brian stares into your wild eyes and blinks hard when you draw your knees up and press them into the sides of his torso.

You add quickly, "Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?"

The sentiment nearly knocks the air from his lungs. He shakes his head solemnly.

"Really?" your thumb and index finger grab his chin, "That's a shame." you whisper. Your lips engulf his in a slow, lazy kiss as he closes his eyes and sighs.

Using the leverage from your knees, you make him flip around onto his back and straddle him. The little weight that you put on him presses him down into the mattress. He'd never really felt one of them. It's different, his full weight sinking into the luxurious cushion. He's not sure if he can feel the ten thousand dollars it would cost to own the mattress in its Swedish glory. But he can feel your hips grinding into his own. He feels himself harden at the sheer friction of your clothed cunt against him.

That dress does nothing to spare his imagination. Nothing keeps his mind from wandering as you hum into his mouth. Before he can think about it more, he's hitching your dress up a little further and undoing his belt.

"Oh?" you sit up properly so Brian can struggle to pull his pants down. "You really want to test this bed out, huh?"

Brian can only inhale deeply as you reach into his underwear and pull his cock out from the confines of the waistband. He has to stop himself from bucking into your hand. Just watches with bated breath as you lift yourself up, slip your panties to the side, line him up, and slowly sink down.

The way he stretches you hits sharply and Brian caresses your thighs until you're almost seated on him. His tip barely brushes something inside of you and your head lolls back as you adjust to the fullness. As disappointing as his time management was, this certainly wasn't disappointing.

Brian keeps his eyes clenched closed, concentrating on staying still for you. As much as he wants to move you, he stays as patient as he can, trying not to think about how warm you feel. How just a little bit of grinding had made you so ready for him. He tries not to let that thought get him too cocky.

Then you gently rock on him. You struggle to keep your knees planted firmly on the soft mattress so Brian takes it as his chance to hold onto you and help you bounce, thrusting slightly to meet your movements. He watches your face change as he digs deeper inside you.

"This good for you?" he asks quickly. 

"Yeah, just keep going," comes your breathy response. 

Finally, for a few seconds, he stops worrying about the forgotten date. About the mattress. About the ten thousand dollars. The only thing he hears are the squeak of springs and your heady moans. 

The coils in your own belly tighten impossibly. It all builds to a peak so quickly that you don't have time to prepare yourself for the impact. Your hands stable themselves on his chest.

Brian almost wishes he'd waited long enough to get fully undressed. The mattress is so soft and so warm. He already feels the sweat forming on his hairline as he gets higher and higher. And just as he thinks about the possibility of staining the mattress, your cunt contracts around him. Your hips convulse. You hold onto his sweater with balled fists. And with one last whine, you're there.

But you're still moving. Still riding him through the stinging overstimulation that makes you jolt and cry out. Wordlessly, Brian moves to take you off of him, but you hold on and stay seated.

"It's okay, Bri," you sigh, "Just keep going. Just...keep...going."

He's so close. And with you gently clenching him, he knows he doesn't stand much of a chance to last much longer. But he'd take the frustration of a missed orgasm over the way you wince in pain.

"No, no, get up," he says urgently, prying your knees away from his sides and pulling himself out.

Your hand immediately goes to pump his red and rigid cock. But he grabs your wrist and repositions it on his chest.

"Why won't you let me finish you?" you ask with a furrowed brow. 

Brian lets his head sink further into the bed as he thinks up an excuse. "I don't want to...stain the bed." He breathes hard, trying to ignore the empty ache between his legs and the hunger that still lies dormant in his belly.

You lightly slap his chest, "You're such a hard ass."

His chapped lips form a small smile, "I know. You can make it up to me after our second date."

"Second date? We didn't even have our first."

"This wasn't our first?"

"I can't believe you. The first time I fuck on the first date and he doesn't even cum," you say sarcastically and roll your eyes.

Brian sniffs at the small jab, "Take it as an apology."

You fiddle with a loose thread on his sweater and as he watches your fingers pick at it, the erection thankfully dies down. He's only had a little taste of you. And he wants more than a missed date and a quick fuck on a mattress that hundreds of other customers have laid on. So much more.

Brian clears his throat, "About the second date. Maybe we could have dinner at my place. I've been told I'm a pretty good cook."

"Oh, he's pretty, he can get me off, he can cook...what else can you do?"

"Je ne fais pas grand chose d'autre."

Your eyes light up, "Where have you been my entire life?"

Smiling once more and only offering a little laugh, his arm around your shoulder pulls you closer into his side. He wondered if the scent of your arousal would be enough to consider the mattress ruined. Yeah, then I'd take it, he thinks to himself as he eyes flutter closed.

[r0-boat]

hai!! first time on your blog, so forgive me if i don't know the decorum 😅 i hope you don't mind me dumping some sub!volo hcs in ur askbox! i'm a very strictly dominant person which is. let's say difficult for being into fanon volo XD feel free to delete if this isn't your thing tho, i don't mind at all, genuinely :)

this mans fanon oral fixation gets me all the time. just wants to be between your legs at all times.

dear god he just wants to be filled from all ends. wants to be stretched out on your cock/strap for hours. probably filled with cum too. likes being messy with it.

do you think he would sell his services if the merchants guild is finding his work subpar? that he'd secretly go get fucked to fill his pay quota, not letting the guild know how he suddenly managed to get it so high above the goal.

he's probably got a thing for degradation and humiliation. wants to be seen as a whore, good for nothing. or at least feel that way. send him out with shibari under the uniform, reminder that he's still yours despite what everyon thinks.

i think he's into the whole 24/7 dynamics type thing. wants to be your loyal little whore every second of every day. wants to answer to you no matter when or where. (obviously with a good amount of breaks, im not a monster)

i just wanna edge this man for hours on end. i want to deny him orgasms for over a month and then reward him with overstim him until he cries. i wonder if they have cock cages in hisui XD

imagine ordering him to fuck you but he's not allowed to cum. if you wanna be mean you could degrade him through the whole thing, telling him he's only good as a dildo, something to pleasure you, that if you don't want something then he's not getting it, his needs dont matter to you.

this one is pure wishful thinking on my part. i really like the idea of him being an exhibitionist. he probably gets himself off in tons of risky places, part of him hoping to be caught just for the added humiliation of it all.

cover him in hickeys and send him out like that, just a reminder to both him and everyone that he's such a slut

darker hcs:

he can still be super stalker type! i really like that idea, actually... wishing you would fuck him but knowing there's not really any good way you would be able to dom him if you found out, so it remains fantasy he hopelessly gets off to. just being incredibly pathetic about it.

i like to think hes a big ol masochist... begging you to hit him, to cut him, to overstim him until he passes out.

i wanna cover him in bites and cuts and then not let him cum.

views you as a god to serve, himself as nothing but a lowly mortal you could easily squish under your heel. reminding him of that as often as you can to put him in his place.

and some fluffy aftercare stuff cause i feel guilty not including it XD

he just wants to be held tight. cover him in heavy blankets and snuggle up to him and he's happy, ready to go to sleep immediately

he doesn't want you to leave him alone for even a second. so clingy...

if he's not too tired he gets to recite some of his favorite stories you've already heard from him. it's not annoying or anything. it's a treat.

doesn't often need any reminders that you don't actually think he's worthless or whatever, but maybe you give them anyway because you felt a bit too mean. he is constantly reminding you that he is the one who asked for it and if he didn't enjoy it you two wouldnt be here at all. but you still remind him he's a good boy :)

okay thats all thank you! have a nice night :)

Its alright hello hello! Thank you for your lovely headcanons!

I'm a switch so I vibe with subby!Volo :]

Me sub leaning switch 🤝 you a dom

Agreeing that Volo is clingy

[hanemiso]

Operation: Dairy For Dazai

>>>a dazai osamu x reader<<<

request: "omg i love your post about Dazai and his possibility of having lactose intolerance hahaha, i wish you could do a fanfic out from that"

a/n: um this is such a great idea??? this was so much fun to write omg i hope y'all like it! also i know dazai doesn't necessarily drink coffee with milk and sugar/creamer, but for the sake of the story he does! also sorry if the gif looks weird, i couldn't find his weird little run anywhere else.

synopsis: no one has seen dazai drink milk or consume dairy of any kind...it's up to the agency to figure out if dazai is lactose intoleralnt or not!

warnings: one swear word, dazai not being able to handle dairy

"hey atsushi, you ever notice that dazai doesn't consume dairy?"

"what do you mean, y/n?" atsushi asks, glancing up at you from the computer.

"think about it. have you ever seen dazai drink milk? eat cheese? buy ice cream?" you press on, raising your brows.

atsushi takes a second to think before responding with, "now that you mention it, no i haven't...why are you asking anyway?"

"i think dazai is lactose intolerant."

you now have atsushi's full attention as he rolls closer to your desk and furrows his brows. he looks around the room for the brunette you're talking about before turning back to you, "you think so? i don't know...maybe it's like a dietary thing."

you deadpan, "you really think the man who goes out of his way to try new attempts at committing suicide--the one who came into the office with a hallucinogenic mushroom from a random mountain--is concerned with his own nutrition?"

atsushi goes silent and nods his head in agreement.

"come on, atsushi. i mean, why would that be the one thing out of his entire diet that he'd choose to cut out?"

"that's true, i've seen the kinds of things he eats...but why is this something you're interested in?"

"because, atsushi, the thought of THE dazai osamu even having one slight weakness--and the fact that it very well may be dairy, of all things-- is amusing. you don't find it interesting? that he can survive things like bullet wounds and getting kidnapped without any problem, but a glass of milk could completely ruin him?"

atsushi was beginning to take interest in what you were talking about. you had a point, he couldn't deny that. they don't know much about dazai and his life as it is. just as it began clicking in his brain, kunikida walks over to your desk to tell you both to get back to work. at the sound of his footsteps, you turn towards him and before he can say anything at all, you ask him the same question as atsushi. kunikida has a smiliar reaction and response to atsushi, which just adds to the curiosity of dazai's possible dairy problem.

"i don't pay attention to that idiot's diet anyway, nor do i care." he says matter-of-factly.

anyone could tell that kunikida was slightly interested, just by the way he was continuing to linger by your desk as you continued talking about it with atsushi. soon enough, tanizaki had joined the conversation; then ranpo and kenji, and soon everyone in the agency other than fukuzawa. everyone was huddled around your desk, sharing memories of dazai's lack of dairy consumption. it was then decided that this theory of dazai being lactose intolerant would be put to the test when dazai returned to the office.

ranpo had come up with the idea, it wasn't too elaborate but a simple plan that could trick even the likes of dazai into drinking a glass of milk. during the discussion of dazai's dietary habits, it was also brought to everyone's attention by kunikida that it seems dazai doesn't have a high spice tolerance either. with that in mind, the plan was for the agency to have a joint dinner tonight, with curry on the menu tonight; spicy curry to be exact. dazai always flirts with you in the office, so it was your job to distract him by indulging in his pick-up lines and such. once he takes a bite and realizes it's too spicy for him, he'd try to find water to alleviate the pain, but coincidentally there is no water in sight. because of this, he'd be forced to drink the glass of milk you hand him. of course, if this didn't work, for dessert you'd give him a cup of coffee with milk and sugar (he uses non-dairy creamer in his coffee anyway).

you and kyouka set up a table to put the bowls of curry on, while atsushi and kunikida began bringing in the curry. tanizaki, naomi, and ranpo were in charge of getting the desserts to really sell the image of a nice gathering. kenji and yosano were in charge of tinkering with the water pipes to close off any possibility of access to water. this task was treated with such care, as any mission brought into the agency would be. each and every one of you were interested in learning about this side of dazai; are you going the extra mile for such a minuscule detail of someone's life? yes, but will it be amusing to find out the truth? also yes.

soon enough, dazai is spotted out the window. the truth is about to be revealed, and you are all nervous but excited.

"remember guys, act natural! operation: dairy for dazai starts now!" you exclaim quietly.

you can hear everyone take a deep breath and begin "talking" amongst themselves as dazai walks in. he stops in his tracks as he eyes the table holding all the bowls of curry and widens his eyes in surprise.

"oh? what's this?" he asks, gesturing to the table.

"y/n suggested having dinner in the agency tonight, so we got some curry and desserts." atsushi explains.

"have a bowl, dazai-kun." you smile at him as you hand him the bowl of spicy curry.

"ah, you're too nice, my belladonna!" he exclaims and grabs the bowl.

so far so good, you think.

you can feel the tension in the room as everyone waits for dazai to take a bite. the conversations carry on amongst people, but no one was truly paying attention to what was being said. the gazes of each member of the agency shifted to dazai as he raised the spoon up to his mouth. you could hear the sound of everyone in the room holding their breaths, even kunikida was sweating.

once the spoon had been placed in his mouth, everyone froze in place. you and atsushi tried to pretend to not be paying much attention to dazai, but it was so hard not to when all of a sudden he stopped chewing. you both slowly turn your head towards him and see his eyes go wide once again. he hurries to the nearest trashcan and spits out the spoonful, quickly turning and looking for a cup of water on the table.

"w-what's wrong, dazai-san?" atsushi asks, also sweating.

"h-hot! spicy curry! atsushi-kun, i need water! please!" dazai exclaims.

you run to the table and pretend to look for a cup of water before grabbing the glass of milk and hurrying towards dazai.

"sorry dazai-kun, i couldn't find any water, but i heard milk helps with the pain!" you hold out the glass of milk.

it feels like time stops as dazai sits there, breathing shallows breaths in attempts to stop the fire in his mouth, and contemplating whether he wants to try his luck with continuing to gasp for air or drinking the milk. he hates suffering, after all. in his mind, all that matters at this moment is extinguishing the flames dancing on his tongue. he grabs the glass, just as planned, and drinks a couple big gulps. everyone is now turned to him, asking if he's okay.

"i'm...fine." he says between pants.

now it was only a matter of time. the dinner continued as normal, but dazai wasn't as social as usual. he sat down with you and atsushi as you continued to talk about different missions.

"oh yeah, dazai-kun, do you remember--" you turn to look at him but realize he's staring at the ground intently as sweat beads on his face, "dazai?"

he blinks once and tries regaining his composure as he looks up at you with his usual smile, "yes, belladonna?"

"are you feeling alright?" you ask with concern laced in your voice.

"of course i am!" dazai tries to reply cheerily, but his bright tone is cut off by a rumbling in his stomach that makes his face twist.

he tries replacing his expression with a smile again, but it looks more pained as another low rumble emits from his body. at this point, everyone in the office is stealing glances. he looks back at the ground as his eyes widen yet again, and only two words are uttered before he takes off running to the bathroom:

"oh shit."

everyone stares at the door, processing what just happened. it was so silent, the only sound you could hear was dazai's rapid footsteps echoing down the hall.

"i knew it." you smirk a bit to yourself.

but your feeling of victory is brief as the horrid smell invades your nostrils. your poor co-workers get assaulted by the same stench, and you all are forced to evacuate.

operation: dairy for dazai was a success, but at what cost?

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BONUS: how chuuya found out about dazai's lactose intolerance

chuuya was the only person who knew of dazai's problem with dairy, but the way he found out was purely accidental and scarred him.

the event took place when they were 17, and they were both stopping for a drink at a local cafe after a mission. the mission wasn't too bad, but it was early in the morning and chuuya wanted coffee. dazai told him it would stunt his already lacking growth, so chuuya wasn't in the greatest mood; he never was around dazai.

"i wanna sit down so you can order for me!" dazai claps his hands together.

"hey! i don't wan-" chuuya begins to protest but dazai cuts him off while walking away.

"you know what i like!"

chuuya grumbles in annoyance as he heads to the counter and orders two drinks. in his fit of anger, he accidentally ordered two coffees with milk and sugar, but failed to notice as he brought the cups to the table dazai sat at. he narrows his eyes as he sets the cup down in front of dazai and sits across from him. chuuya stares out the window to try and tune out dazai when he hears dazai ask him something quietly.

"is there...milk in this?"

chuuya scoffs and replies, "what's wrong, can't handle a bit of milk?"

he was obviously joking, but the sound that emits from dazai's body in response makes him realize it was no joke. dazai quickly stands and runs to the bathroom while chuuya sits there in disbelief, but with the hope that the rest of the day won't be ruined because of it.

that was wishful thinking though, as they frequently had to stop at public restrooms on their way home and chuuya had to deal with the rancid odor that followed dazai as closely as his own shadow.

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[fiddler-sticks]

Make It Stop

TW: Major character death. You have been warned.

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It was raining, and Jack was hungry. At least, he thought he was hungry. He hadn't really been hungry for the past few days, but his stomach was hurting, so he had to be hungry.

Maybe he could go get something at Jacobi's real quick. It was evening, but he still had 50 papes left that he had to sell. People really didn't want to be out in this weather. Jack didn't blame them.

He stood there thinking for a few seconds, going back and forth between trying to sell more or getting something to eat, but a flash of lightning, clap of thunder, and the growing pain in his stomach made up his mind for him. He started quickly walking toward Jacobi's.

Man, what WAS that pain in his stomach? It wasn't like anything Jack had ever felt before. He'd just have to walk faster, so that he could sit down.

He finally arrived at Jacobi's in more pain than he's ever felt, and with black at the corners of his vision.

Jacobi looked up at him from where he was cleaning off the countertop. "What can I get for ya, Jack?" he asked.

"Uhhh, don't care. S'long as it's cheap," he said, with a forced chuckle. Jacobi nodded, and walked back into the kitchen.

Jack scanned the room the best he could, and saw Race slouched in a back booth. He strode over to him quickly, and plopped down next to him.

"Bad day sellin'?" Race asked.

"Yup."

"Me too."

Race probably said something else, but Jack didn't hear him. He didn't notice when Jacobi put a plate of food in front of him, nor did he notice what it was. He just stared at something, the pain in his stomach getting stronger, and more black coming into the corners of his eyes.

"Jack! You okay?" Race said, shoving him lightly. "You was kinda zoned out there."

"I- I actually don't think so," Jack managed to get out.

"Ya don't look so good. Hey, Elmer!" he called to the boy who had just walked into the diner.

"Yeah?" Elmer said.

"Run ta the lodgin' house an' get Specs, wouldja?" he said calmly.

"Yeah," Elmer said again, confusion in his voice. He turned and left though, slightly jogging.

"Now, how're ya feelin'?" Race asked, concern in his eyes.

"Like I'm gonna throw up," Jack groaned.

Race's eyes widened, and he dragged Jack out into the alley behind the diner.

Jack threw up for a good two minutes straight. Afterwards, he felt lightheaded. The pain was worse than before, and there was more black around his vision.

"You feel betta?" Race asked.

Jack shook his head. "Make it stop," he whispered.

"Make what stop?"

"The pain. It hurts so bad."

"Where?"

"The right side," Jack said, folding his arms over his stomach.

"Crap. Sit down, right now."

"But it's rainin'," Jack half-heartedly argued.

"Don't care. Sit down. Specs'll be here soon."

Thunder crashed. Lightning flashed. Ten minutes passed. No sign of anyone.

"H-hey, Racer?"

"Yeah?"

"I... I don't think this is any old pain... "

"I don't either. Just... Hold on until Specs gets here. He'll know what to do."

"I'll try."

A few minutes passed.

"Racetrack?" Jack said, his eyes mostly fogged out. He could barely see Race through all the pain.

"Yeah?"

"Come over here, wouldja?"

Race trotted over from where he was keeping watch at the end of the alley to Jack.

"Hey, Race?"

"Yeah?" Race asked, kneeling down next to Jack.

"Be honest please. Do you know what's wrong with me?"

"Yeah."

"Then why do we need Specs?"

"Because I wanna be wrong."

That hurt.

"S'that all?"

"I- I don't wanna be alone," Race whispered.

"You- You think I'm gonna die?"

Race didn't say anything.

"AM I gonna die?"

Race started crying.

The pain was so strong now, Jack could barely think; barely feel the world around him.

"I am, aren't I."

A minute went by.

"Hey, Race?"

No answer.

"Don't let the fellas forget me, okay?"

Race shuddered, then nodded.

Jack closed his eyes, feeling lighter by the second. "You know, I'm not the one who's supposed to be doing the comforting," he joked.

"Sorry," Race whispered. "I can try."

A minute later.

"Race... It's... I'm... I think I'm gonna f-fall asleep... " He looked up at Race again.

Race tried to swallow down the tears and the aching lump in his throat, and gave Jack a trembling smile. He hoped it was reassuring.

"Y'sure?"

"Yeah. S'long as you wake up."

Jack chuckled a bit. "You promise you'se gonna be here when I wake up? If I wake up?"

Race held back a sob. "I promise."

"Kay... "

Jack's eyes fluttered and then slid shut. His next breath was a sigh, and it nearly sounded content. Race stayed there, rain pouring down around him, stroking Jack's hair, and counting every single breath he took until it stopped completely.

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When Specs got there a few minutes later, he found a sobbing Race, holding an unalive Jack. He stopped right in his tracks.

"What... happened?" Specs said quietly.

Race looked up sharply, surprised. "He died. Ya didn't get here soon enough." he said, half angry, half defeated.

Specs slowly walked toward where Race was.

"Sorry," Race apologized, after a few seconds.

"S'okay. I kinda dawdled leaving the lodging house. I should be the one to blame."

Specs crouched next to Jack's body, tears in his eyes. "Y'know, this makes ya the leader now."

"I don't care," Race whispered. "He didn't deserve this."

"He really didn't."

A few minutes later.

"Wh... What... What do we... do... with him?" Race asked.

"We could leave him here," Specs started, but stopped when he saw Race tense up. "Or we could pool all our money and hope there's enough for a grave."

Race let out a little whimper at the mention of a grave. "I guess we could pool our money."

"Okay. Do you wanna come with me back ta the lodgin' house ta tell the fellas? You are the leader now, you know."

"I guess," Race said again.

Slowly, the two newsies walked out of the alley, away from their friend, and into the storm.

All the neighbors could hear when the news hit the Lodging House.

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It's too freaking late. Sorry if this is bad.

Also, not me almost coping and pasting a tumblr prompt when Jack dies... I just wanted to get this out, kay? And I thought it was good.

[vexelier-suix-cipher]

"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :›

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

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Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

=

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆