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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ STUDY BREAK (OP81)
pairing: oscar piastri x f!student!reader
summary: oscar piastri is a formula 1 driver. y/n is an international relations student. her friends find her relationship pretty hard to believe. especially when she can’t tell them any details for you know… nda reasons.
warnings: main characters friends can be jackasses. mentions of international relations for any of my fellow bach survivors who shiver at the mention of the course
* faceclaim: scarlett leithold (but please imagine her as you see fit!)
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yourusername summer break you were fab
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yourbsf wow you took international relations literally huh
yourusername call it research
friend1 IS THAT A PRIVATE JET? IS UR DAD RICH RICH?
friend2 girlie where are you getting all this money from i know uni debt is killing you like the rest of us
yourusername rich boyf perks😙
friend2 this ‘boyf’ who we conveniently haven’t met?🤔
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oscarpiastri good company, good racing🤙🏻
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user luv u oscar
user YOU’LL COME BACK EVEN STRONGER KING
user you seemed so happy today :’)
user ppl are saying he had a girl w him👀
yourusername cutie
friend2 your boyfriend seeing you comment on random celebs posts…🤭
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yourusername term 1 you’ve been cute
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friend3 can’t believe ur not in lectures next week bc ur off to go watch cars go vroom vroom 🙄
yourusername gotta support my boy what do you want from me
friend3 sure jan
yourbsf first pic is HOT send it to me rn
friend1 tagged but not pictured… just like ur boyfriend
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oscarpiastri race✔️ time to explore⏳
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landonorris oscar has rizz?
user your captions say so little yet so much
user HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND????
friend1 @/yourusername ur heart must be breaking
yourusername ????
friend1 he’s got a girllllll
user lando speaks for us all HUH
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yourusername bit of fun before back to reality :)
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yourbsf look cute who’s your photographer
yourusername os🥰
friend3 girl is the shirt meant to prove something
friend1 i am saying nothing other than ur cute (and delusional)
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yourusername does it count as a date if it’s his full time job?
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friend1 girl… this may be going too far
yourusername literally what do you want from me ????
yourbsf i’m happy to be your third wheel as long as i get maid of honour duties
friend2 don’t encourAGE HER
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yourbsf ode to my best friend and her boyfriend (ft. me) who are sickeningly adorable but cause me more stress than is worth it
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yourusername WHEN DID YOU TAKE THESE
yourbsf WHEN YOU WERE BEING ALL GROSS
yourusername also the pic of us is so cute🥹
yourbsf you weren’t kidding when you said the boy is a good photographer
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yourusername more from summer because i miss italy and i miss being trackside
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friend3 this was a weak attempt to convince us
friend1 bby… just confess it’s okay
oscarpiastri pretty girl
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friend2 oh
friend1 huh. interesting
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oscarpiastri graduation party or a chance to show off to her friends that i actually exist? who knows. proud of you baby🧡
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user mr piastri i must confess my love for ur girlfriend
friend3 i humbly accept that i was wrong
yourbsf wish i could have taken a photo of their faces when you walked in lmao
user i love her already LOOK AT THAT SMILE
yourusername i lurv uuuuu
landonorris gross go back to being a secret
yourusername gonna make out w him in front of you
landonorris I SWEAR TO GOD Y/N. OSCAR CONTROL YOUR GIRLFRIEND.
oscarpiastri i’ll keep her feisty thanks
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yourusername a hot boyfriend who exists✔️ a degree✔️ a killer ass✔️
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oscarpiastri fun fact the last part is only one of my favourite things abt you
yourusername aw you’re so romantic os
oscarpiastri nothing but the best for you
friend1 i can’t believe he exists
friend2 i can’t believe oscar piastri spoke to us
yourusername said with all the love in the world, SUCK MY DICK
user i’ve only just been introduced to this friend group and i already love them
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a/n: first oscar post EEEE
this was meant to be a lando one shot first but author is: in hospital, so i hope this is okay for now😭
taglist (found HERE): @iluvvmeeee @champagnelovers101 @alessioayla @idkiwantchocolatee @skatingiswalkingincursive @six-call @he6rtshaker @hobiismyhopeu @tallrock35 @sunflower-golden-vol6 @woozarts @minkyungseokie @vellicora @tsukishitm-a @lucyysthings
#f1 x reader#f1#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri one shot#oscar piastri scenario
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playing games with some pastas
includes; eyeless jack, jeff the killer, hoodie, masky, ticci toby, homicidal liu, kagekao
eyeless jack:
- bit of a sore loser. not good with games that make him rage or online games
- voice chat with him is crazy!! he is literally foaming at the mouth yelling and cursing he is so bad at games :(
- “jack it’s gonna be okay” “FUCK you”
- he is not very kind about his losses
- most likely ends up throwing the control at the tv and breaking it (bad ending)
- whenever he ends up winning he’s ecstatic he does not stop talking about it and will brag about it to you exclusively. just go with it okay he needs it for his already shattered ego
- 0/10 experience would not do again.. okay maybe he would if you talked him into it and told him how much of a great player he is
- “i AM awesome aren’t i???” “yes you are <3”
- the more you play together the more he’ll learn to calm the fuck down and just enjoy himself
- still rages a lot tho
jeff the killer:
- plays board games like candyland and twister
- he’s a fucking shark he’s got all this shit down he knows how to win
- anyone who gets paired up with him for game night is 85% guaranteed to win (unfortunately there is someone out there who’s better than him)
- gets PISSED over not winning twister fucking furious he is literally the most flexible guy in this house he can do so much with his body
- monopoly is his favorite game. he esp loves to play with the younger pastas bc they believe anything he says and he thinks it’s hilarious
- “NOOOO PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY HOUSE” “your rent is $500,000, sally… it’s my house now”
- not a very avid video game player. he never really played a lot tbh
- good at everything EXCEPT connect four. do not make him play connect four he hates it he has terrible memories of it
- mastermind strategy planner. it’s a shame he doesn’t think this much at any other time
- boasts about it big time if you lose (you will probably lose) but might even try to let you win on purpose if he feels bad or sees you’re upset
hoodie:
- more of an arcade game guy. if you’re looking for like pinball games or pacman or space invaders or maze games or those weird money machines (that he kind of just. steals from) then he’s like great at all of them
- has spent hours honing his skills in his free time so you’ll be grinding for a while if you wanna beat him
- all the highest scores on the arcade machines are his. no one has topped them bc they’re fucking insane
- “wow you really have nothing better to do huh” [takes out gun] “that’s enough out of you jack can’t even fuckin move the joysticks around”
- tries to act like he isn’t competitive about it but he really super is
- thinks it’s just adorable that you think you can defeat him. no he will not be humbled by his lover of all people… that would make him a weak man
- goddamn merciless. no favors for anyone he revels in the rage he causes (see jack for more)
- if you’re a beginner he’ll take it easy on you until you learn the ropes and will offer tips but as time goes on he’s gonna be looking for a fight
- if he’s ever beaten, he will take it in grace and go straight from denial to acceptance
- does not rage that often. just hardcore practices until he’s like fucking unstoppable
masky:
- card player :(
- hates go fish tho he has such bad luck with it and everyone makes fun of him bc it’s like the universe does not want him to win
- good at boring ass stuff like solitaire or blackjack and if you ask him if he can play anything funner he’ll be like “oh so like rummy or spoons :]”
- no masky not like rummy or spoons… like uno or fucking play with some goddamn pokémon cards
- he’s so enthusiastic about it though so cmon just indulge him alright.. he literally has nobody else around him who’s into cards
- “okay so i win” “what… but we just started”
- he plays chess too!!! maybe you’ll find that more interesting?? he’s not very in touch with board games or anything this is the best he’s got
- deadass makes up his own rules if you don’t know anything about the game you’re playing
- “yeah so now you have to eat a rat. sorry babe”
- is never going to make fun of you if you suck at cards it’s not like he can beat jack in video games
ticci toby:
- dnd enjoyer he loves being the dm especially
- he, you, jeff, hoodie, lj, and occasionally masky have game nights and all you guys do is sit around the kitchen table trying not to curse each other out for doing stupid shit
- “c’mon guys this is supposed to be fun :(”
- doesn’t know that most of you have no idea how to play so he makes it super difficult
- has had to REPEATEDLY glue the die back together because jeff cannot stop snapping it in half
- “why does your dumbass partner always win this is fucking favoritism” “and then jeffery fell off a building and into the ocean 🥰”
- teaches you all you need to know about the game he will sit there for hours if he needs to just talking about the complexity of the rules
- he seems to have a lot of fun with it so everyone tries their best to not break the pieces or punch masky or yell at each other or punch masky
- better with snacks and drinks and lots of breaks so everyone can calm down and at least try to find some joy in the game
- 6/10 experience. would only try again without jeff at the table
homicidal liu:
- among us player… pisses everybody off bc he’s unfortunately very good at it and always imposter
- absolutely kills it (pun intended)
- no mercy he kills everyone including his loved ones this is a battle to the death and he is going to win goddamnit
- being imposter with him is some of the easiest shit bc he will carry the team entirely
- nothing to brag about tho since it’s a little space game and it’s really easy
- always knows who the imposter is if it’s not him he’s got some kind of foresight he will go out of his way to sabotage their chances at winning
- “would you love me more… if i killed someone for you 😇😇” “but you killed ME liu” “whoops”
- will stay with you for most of the game so he has an excuse for being innocent. once you are of no use to him he will stab you in the back
- relatively tame over voice chat. unless his brother happens to be there then it’s just jeff getting pissed off bc he can’t activate the reactor
- wakes you up at 2 am, phone in hand, smile on his face, asking “do you wanna play among us?”
- “liu, shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.” “ok.. :((”
kagekao:
- great at those games you play in your yard like frisbee or tag or hide n seek or maybe darts
- since the bitch can fly and run really fast it’s very unfair he pretty much cheats at everything and he thinks it’s funny
- frisbee with him is a literal field day. throws it so far you can’t find it ever again you’ll just have to buy a whole ass new one
- “what the FUCK kagekao” “🤷”
- laughs and makes fun of you for just not being as skilled as him maybe if you could fly you could beat him just get off the ground dumbass
- also likes to race but we all know how that’s gonna go (hint: he wins)
- unless he’s up against candy pop or something no one else really has a chance at beating him
- might help you a little bit if you’re struggling. like that one time he carried you up into the air and then dropped you because he thought it would be funny but then he couldn’t catch you in time so you ended up falling on lj and breaking one of your arms
- wrote you a little heartfelt letter about it later with a very fancy “sorry ❤️” in calligraphy and a few drawings of flowers (it did not help. your arm was still broken)
- really bad sport does NOT like to lose he will completely shut down
- little fuckin bastard
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Give me what I'm beggin' for (I just wanna get some)
I got hit by the horny train, lol. I love Nanami but wow, season 2 is doing some work, huh? I couldn't resist.
Nanami Kento x GN!Reader / NSFW / 2.8k
Summary: Post-mission, you decide to flirt with Nanami a bit, not expecting anything to come from it.
He decides to surprise you with way more than you'd bargained for. But you aren't complaining.
Warning: Although no pronouns are used, reader is wearing a skirt/tights!
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The mission is a success.
You stand a bit to the side, watching as Nanami takes out the last curse with one blue shimmering fist, his knuckles covered by his familiar spotted yellow tie, speckled with blood.
When he turns to you, eyes barely visible through the green of his lens you give a thumbs up to show that you’re fine. Nanami nods before rolling his shoulders and starting to unwind his tie from his hand.
You swallow reflexively.
The fight hadn’t been that difficult, just terribly long. The two of you had worked up a sweat taking down the sheer number of curses.
Along the way, Nanami had shed his suit jacket and somehow the top few buttons of his blue shirt are open, exposing a bit of his chest, sparkling with sweat from the lights shining down from above you.
The two of you are in an abandoned district, the veil visible above you in between the buildings that are squished together.
You swagger over to him with a grin. “Hey there sexy, you come here often?” you ask, voice teasing. He pauses in his movements, raising a brow. You flutter your eyelashes at him, jokingly.
Normally, he’d just roll his eyes, the motion recognizable by the shifting of his head, even with his eyes hidden. Today he simply hums and resumes pulling his tie away. “Are you injured?” he asks.
“Nah,” you reply, bouncing on your feet. “Are you? You seem a little winded.”
“I’m fine,” Nanami says curtly, shoving the tie into his pocket. “Come here.”
It’s not phased as a question. You tilt your head and walk closer, wondering what he wants.
“Should I call—argh!” you let out a yelp as you get within arms reach and Nanami grabs your wrist, tugging you until you collide with his chest.
“No,” he whispers, breath ghosting out against your lips, leaning down into your space. “Don’t call just yet.” Then he captures your lips with his, releasing your wrist.
You grab onto the open lapels of his shirt, tip-toeing to press even harder against his lips, eyes fluttering closed. When his mouth opens, his tongue seeking entrance into yours, licking against the seam of your lips, you moan loudly.
A thick arm wraps around your waist, pulling you even harder against his unrelenting body, making you shiver as his tongue dives in to plunder your mouth. Your tongues wrap around each other, and you can feel the way he’s hard against your hip.
Interesting. Nanami, the stickler for rules, is feeling a little frisky today, huh? Well, you aren’t about to complain.
When you finally part for air, you’re panting. Nanami licks his lips and it’s so sinful you have to fight down a groan at the sight.
“This way,” he commands and you’re helpless to do anything but follow.
Nanami ends up pulling you into an alleyway, pushing you against a brick wall, and kissing you positively breathless. His big hands grope over your body, making you whine as they roam over your chest, moving lower to grip your thighs tightly. They’re almost large enough to go completely around them.
When you finally break apart, he places a hand on your shoulder, lightly applying pressure so you’ll get on your knees. You follow the silence command easily, the concrete uncomfortable but you barely pay it any mind.
Feeling eager, you undo his belt quickly, wanting to get at the impressive tent he’s pitching. When you finally get his cock free, you wrap your hand around the base.
It’s impressively girthy, and you waste no time angling it towards your face and sucking the tip into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. The taste of precum spreads over your taste buds and you look up to see Nanami’s expression.
Unsurprisingly it’s mostly blank, but you know how to change that. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you let saliva pool in your mouth before you start to work your mouth down his length. When you get halfway, the head hits the back of your throat, making you gag.
Withdrawing, you breathe a bit more before swallowing down his dick again. You look up and see the way his lips quirk up in a small smirk.
“You’re doing so good,” he encourages, and you moan, muffled, around his cock. You rub your thighs together, pussy already throbbing. The scent of him, sweat and cologne, and the spicy undertones that are just him fill your senses and you just want more. “Let me?” he asks.
You pop off his dick to moan brokenly, your voice already gravelly. “Please,” you say, voice a rasp.
A hand settles on the back of your head, leading you back towards his dick and you try to relax your throat as he immediately thrusts it all the way in, your nose brushing against the pubes at his base. You close your eyes, trying to swallow around the cock that’s bullying its way into your throat, and not gag around it.
His hand clenches and draws you back a few measly inches, enough for you to breathe through your nose before shoving you back down.
You suck around the length of his cock as he uses your mouth, working you up and down his cock, pace unrelenting.
One hand is wrapped around his hip, clinging for dear life, but the other has trailed down between your legs, desperately rubbing against your aching clit.
You don’t dare to do anything else though; Nanami hasn’t said anything about you rutting against the palm of your hand, but if you tried to work in a few fingers he might get upset.
Nanami is a well of patience, if he wants to drag this out as a punishment for you, he absolutely can.
You’re too worked up to want to wait so you try to be good. But it’s so hard when precum is coating the back of your throat, and all you want is to feel his fat cock inside of you.
When he drags you away your eyes flutter open. Tears make your eyelashes clumpy as you look up at him through watery eyes. Nanami growls at whatever expression you’re making. You open your mouth, leaning forward to lick across the head and he shivers.
His cock looks painfully red, ready to burst and he—gently—grabs your underarm and helps you up onto shaky feet.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he whispers to you, his voice husky and deep. It stokes the flames already burning in your gut and you spin around with a swallow. He hikes up your skirt, rubbing appreciatively over your ass, clothed in tights. There’s a slap and you jolt, placing your hands on the brick wall so you don’t move. The hit wasn’t hard—Nanami has so much control over himself it’s sometimes unreal—but it’s just enough to leave a sting that he rubs at soothingly.
The sound of something ripping makes you flinch, and you feel his fingers stroking the folds of your pussy over your underwear.
“Did… did you just rip my tights?!” you ask, offended.
The bulk of his body leans over you, suddenly bringing with it the warmth of his body heat. An arm wraps around your waist, while one of his feet kicks your legs further apart, and he takes on your weight as you stumble.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says mildly. You wrinkle your nose. That is not the problem, and you open your mouth to tell him so when his fingers hook onto the fabric of your underwear, already drenched from your fluids. You wiggle, confused why he isn’t just moving them aside when he abruptly yanks, tearing the fabric.
“Nanami!” you screech, struggling but the arm around your waist keeps you locked in place and all your squirming does is bring your ass in contact with his cock. It’s a rod of heat as it presses between your ass cheeks, and you freeze.
He chuckles, placing a kiss against your temple. “I’ll pay for that too,” he promises.
“Dick,” you mutter under your breath.
“Patience, I’m getting there,” Nanami says, a smile in his tone. You roll your eyes but can’t help but buck back into him, trying to get his cock where you want it. Your clothes are already ruined, there’s no use in complaining about it now, and besides, you want this.
When his cock finally slips between your thighs, dragging against your cunt deliciously, you can’t help but moan and arch into it. You let your hands take on more of your weight as you lean further into the wall, rising up onto your tiptoes, trying to force him inside.
“Greedy for it, are we?” he asks, running a hand down your spine, the other a brand of heat at your hip, holding it tight. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Badly,” you groan, wiggling your ass. He thrusts lightly, but his cock only manages to glance across your clit, making you hiss. “So badly, Nanami, babe, give it to me.”
He doesn’t immediately, simply drives you mad as he drags his cock across your folds, spreading your slick all over your tights that are still covering your thighs. It’s infuriating but also intoxicating. Nanami has never let the two of you go this far on a mission. Knowing that the manager is waiting somewhere for the two of you to finish up, that they might wander inside the veil to check out the situation and hear the two of you going at it, makes you moan, and your pussy lets out another wave of juice to spill across Nanami’s dick.
“That’s it,” he says with approval, “get it nice and wet for me.”
Finally, finally, you feel him start to feed the tip inside you. You widen your stance, eagerly thrusting back onto his cock. The hand on your hip keeps you firmly in place though and you whine, high-pitched and needy.
Nanami, of course, notices. He chuckles again, the sound ripping through you like a forest fire. “You want it that badly, hm? Well, okay then.”
He doesn’t give you any more warning than that, just suddenly shoves inside, burying himself to the hilt. You let out a muffled scream, slapping a hand over your mouth. Nanami grunts and pulls back a few inches before shoving back inside.
It feels like your nerves are sizzling, everything trained on the feeling of his cock stretching the walls of your pussy so good. You’ve taken him dozens of times before, but every time it’s like you can’t help but be so turned on by the way it carves into your insides.
With both hands now on your hips, he goes a half a step back, forcing you to follow and your hands scramble for the wall, trying to hold yourself upright.
“Don’t cover your mouth,” Nanami chides. “Let me hear you.”
You look over your shoulder at him, biting your lip. “B-but what if someone hears—ah!” He cuts you off with a punctuated thrust, making you lose your train of thought.
“Let them,” he says, before he pulls mostly out and ramming back inside, the force pushing all the air from your lungs.
He works you into a steady pace, the sounds of your flesh slapping together echoing down the alleyway, alongside your moans.
You’re loud and it should feel embarrassing, but it’s hard to think about anything else but the drag of his cock in and out of you, and the way it feels when he pushes all the way inside, burying himself so deep you swear you can feel it in the pit of your stomach. Nobody else makes you feel this way, the way Nanami so effortlessly takes control and makes you take everything, makes you want to take everything, it’s exhilarating.
Your orgasm is cresting, working up to it with every thrust that makes you almost see stars. “Nanami,” you whine, “’m close!”
A hand travels up the length of your spine to bury itself in the hair at the back of your neck. He tightens his hand into a fist, dragging you back, making you arch even further. It hurts but also feels so good that you can help but moan as he leans over you, making eye contact through the green of his glasses. “That’s it, baby, I got you. Come on my cock for me.”
“Mmm! Please, please!!” you beg. You can’t move, stuck between Nanami’s unrelenting pace and the wall. You wish desperately that you could thrust back into him as he starts pounding into you even faster.
The hand in your hair pulls harder, and the knot that has been tightening suddenly snaps as you sob out your release as you cum, fingers clawing against the brick looking for purchase.
Nanami fucks you through it, not bothering to ease up the ferocity of his thrusts. Once you start to relax, he finally releases your hair allowing you to collapse more fully against the wall, slowing to a stop.
Again, he wraps an arm around your waist, leaning against your back. Your eyes flutter as your body struggles to come down from its high.
“Good?” he asks, and you nod numbly. “Alright, just a little bit longer.” You groan as his cock withdraws and presses back in, slowly, letting you feel every inch of it.
He nips at your jaw before pulling away completely, his cock sliding free from your body. You turn to look at him whining with confusion when he spins you abruptly and grabs you beneath the thighs, lifting you into the air and letting your upper body press against the wall.
Nanami’s cock finds its way through your folds again and you throw your arms around his shoulders as it pierces you, making you cry out. When he buries himself again, he leans forward enough to kiss you and your mouth falls open immediately.
Moans are muffled between you as he starts thrusting once more, easily taking on your weight and you can do nothing but take it.
“Nanami,” you groan against his lips. You hang on for dear life and feel the way his hips crash against your ass, the way it seems like he grows bigger.
He moans your name, before his hips start stuttering, pulling you flush against him as you feel the way his cum starts to coat your insides. For a moment, the two of you just breathe. You feel tingly all over and as Nanami slowly withdraws and lowers to you the ground, your legs are shaky as you attempt to stand straight.
The moment you do, you feel the way his cum sloshes out of you, trailing down your thighs and you shudder with displeasure.
“Why did you rip my undies?!” you demand but he’s already tucking himself away and pulling out his phone. “Don’t ignore me!”
Unfortunately for you, he does just that and you end up in the back of the car, Nanami by your side, arms crossed and scowling.
You can feel the way his cum is still leaking out of your totally drenched pussy, no fabric except for your skirt to catch it, your tights thoroughly ripped around the crotch and your underwear no more than strips of fabric that don’t do anything but dangle uselessly.
The manager luckily doesn’t seem to find anything amiss, but you’re still feeling a little testy. Nanami rests a hand on your thigh making you jump but he squeezes the flesh there and you look up at him with a glare. He leans closer to you to whisper, “What’s wrong?” He says it low enough that the music playing in the car easily covers it.
“You!” you hiss, and he raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “You’re an asshole, making me sit here like this!” You open your knees just a little to demonstrate. Not enough to flash anything but just to get the point across.
Quick as a snake, his hand works its way under your skirt and presses against your core. Just as fast, he withdraws with a hum, leaving you to wheeze next to him.
You watch, wide-eyed, as he brings his fingers up to his lips and gives them a little lick. “I just wanted to make sure you were ready for the next round,” he says, and you blink back with surprise. “But if you aren’t interested…” he trails off mildly, crossing his legs and brushing off invisible lint. “Then that’s fine.”
Grabbing his arm, you narrow your eyes at him, considering. His expression doesn’t change. Your pussy clenches on nothing and feels the soreness that comes from a thorough fucking. More cum gushes out.
You make a decision.
“Your office, on the desk,” you state under your breath, still mindful of the driver. Nanami smirks and tilts his head in agreement.
“Fine with me.” He leans in closer to whisper into your ear, “I’ll finish ripping off whatever’s left.”
You swallow as he settles back, looking pleased, desire once again simmering low in your belly.
Nanami is unfair, you decide.
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 2
A/N: This is a continuation of my fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange, which I wrote for @goblininawig. My apologies for the delay! The rest of the fic is plotted and in progress, and it takes place in a shared continuity with Stars Beyond Number, Martyrs and Kings, and “Do It Again,” but it stands alone and can be read independently of those fics.
Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Reader (GN; reader practices tasseomancy/reads tea leaves)
Rating: T, but minors DNI as always
Wordcount: 2K
Warnings and tags: fluff; angst; a really obscure joke; questionable fashion decisions
Summary: Boil returns to the scene of the crime.
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Four days later, you were awakened by an ungodly racket. You stumbled out of bed and shrugged on the nearest bathrobe, then shuffled out of your apartment and through the adjoining shopfront. Through the transparisteel door, you saw Boil, pounding insistently. You unlocked the door and opened it, squinting and blinking into the harsh sunlight.
He took in your attire with astonishment, then said, “You’re really committed to the bit, aren’t you?”
“You’re the one who barged in at the crack of dawn—”
“It’s ten o’clock in the mornin’,” he interrupted.
“—and then have the audacity to mock my pyjamas?” you continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “What do you want?”
He glanced down at your body once again and smirked. “What pyjamas?”
“Ugh.” You started to close the door in his face, but he blocked it with his foot.
“Wait! Just, wait,” he said. “I promise not to make fun of your nonexistent pyjamas or your retina-searing bathrobe.”
“You’re still doing it!” you exclaimed, disgruntled. “You’re actively making fun—”
“Yeah, but I won’t do it again!” he cut in. “At least not more than three or four times…”
You growled and braced your hands against his broad, solid chest, trying to dislodge him from your shop door. Infuriatingly, he didn’t even sway under your hands. Even more infuriatingly, he smelled better than he had any business smelling this early in the morning. He watched you with an expression of amusement that only raised your ire more, until you gave up in disgust and spun around, stalking into the shop.
Boil followed you as you strode toward the reception desk and rummaged around in it until you found what you sought.
“Here,” you said, slapping his leather gloves against his chest. “Now go away.”
He looked down, surprised. “Huh, I wondered where I’d left those.”
“That’s not why you’re here?” you asked.
“No, but it is a nice bonus.” You narrowed your eyes dangerously at him, and he hastened to continue. “I actually came to apologize. And… to bring you this.”
He held out a small canister. You recognized the label immediately, and your eyes widened in surprise and a grudging respect. “Wow. That’s one hell of an apology.”
“Is it?” he asked, looking interested.
Your eyebrows shot up. “You don’t know what this is?”
He shrugged. “Tea?”
“Hmph,” you said grumpily. “You might as well come on back.”
He followed you through the corridor to your tiny studio flat. “I didn’t realize you lived here.”
“I don’t exactly advertise it,” you said acerbically. “The last thing I need is some desperate or disgruntled customer showing up demanding a reading while I’m in the shower.”
“I thought you called them guests,” he said.
You refused to dignify his comment with a response. You walked to the kitchen and turned the kettle on to boil, then pulled a pair of mismatched, chipped ceramic mugs out of a cabinet.
“Saving the nice dishes for your customer-guests?” he teased.
“Yes,” you grunted. “And since you are neither of those things, you get what you get.”
“I’m not complainin’,” he shrugged. “I thought I was gonna drop that fancy-ass teacup and have to pay for it somehow. At least if I break this one, I can just steal another from—” he held up the mug to read the aurebesh slogan. “—the Dizzy Dewback Cantina. I thought that place was just a legend.”
You snatched the mug from him and measured a scoop of loose tea into it—not the tea that Boil brought, but a strong black tea with enough caffeine to kickstart your brain. “The pretty one came from the same charity shop as this one, just like everything else here.”
He looked around your flat curiously. “That’s pretty impressive.”
“Amazing what people give away,” you said.
“No, I meant—” he paused.
“What?” you demanded, your hackles rising instantly.
“Kriff, you’re cranky when you wake up,” he remarked. “I just meant it’s impressive that you were able to do…” he gestured vaguely around the colorful, eclectic flat, “... all this, with stuff that you thrifted. It’s nice.”
“Oh,” you said, somewhat mollified. “Thanks.”
“Not a lot of credits in fleecing tourists and bewitching troopers?”
“Not when I keep giving away my tea and pastries for free to every cute trooper who waltzes through the door.” You poured the hot water into the mugs.
“Speakin’ of pastries…” he said, not at all subtly.
You glared at him out of the corner of your eye, and he did his best to look convincingly famished. Grumbling, you went to the conservator and pulled out a couple of buttersweet puffs, then changed your mind and pulled out two more. No point in lying to myself. You popped them into the warmer, and by the time the tea was done brewing, they were appropriately reanimated.
“Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” you offered.
“Just sugar,” he said. “Please.”
You slid the sugar bowl toward him, then a jar of honey, just in case. He stirred a frankly obscene amount of sugar into his tea, then followed you to your sofa. The studio was too small to fit even a compact table in the kitchenette, so the sofa was the only seating option other than the bed. His eyes snagged on the rumpled bedding, and you felt the heat rise in your ears.
“Sorry about the mess,” you said, a touch of defensively. “I wasn’t expecting a GAR invasion.”
“Nobody ever does,” he murmured. “So, you think I’m cute?”
“Don’t push your luck, trooper.”
You took a long sip of tea, your eyes drifting shut in bliss as your head tilted backward to rest against the wall behind the sofa. When you opened your eyes, Boil was staring at you, holding a buttersweet puff halfway to his mouth. He blinked and looked away, cramming half of the pastry into his mouth in a single bite. He chewed for an awkwardly long time, looking increasingly frantic, until finally he washed the bite down with a large gulp of tea.
“Tea’s not bad,” he said at last. “That what I brought?”
You laughed. “No. Some of us aren’t used to tripping balls on a Primeday morning.”
“What?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“It’s a high-grade psychoactive tea,” you explained. “Very potent. Very expensive. Where did you even get it?”
He looked horrified. “General Yoda gave it to me. No explanation, just walked up and handed it to me yesterday while I was escorting Commander Cody to the Jedi temple.”
“Those Jedi really know how to party,” you said drily.
“Kriff me, I could have been court-martialed if I’d been caught with that!” he said indignantly. “What the kark was that little green gremlin playing at?”
You shrugged. “Who knows. I don’t fuck with Jedi. I’m not their—er—cup of tea.”
Boil looked intrigued and not a little suspicious. “Why? What did you do?”
“Very rude to assume I’m the problem,” you pointed out.
“It’s not exactly a leap,” he said.
“Agree to disagree,” you replied evenly, nibbling on your buttersweet puff. “Why are you here, anyway? I assume the trippy tea was just a ploy.”
“I prefer to call it a diversionary tactic.”
You raised an eyebrow to acknowledge the hit, but otherwise remained silent, waiting for him to tell the truth. He cleared his throat uncomfortably at your scrutiny, staring down into his mug of tea.
“I, uh…” he began before trailing off. You sipped your tea as you waited patiently. Eventually, he tried again. “I really did come to—apologize. I… I shouldn’t have gotten—I wasn’t expecting… that.”
You would have laughed at the way he practically had to pry the apology out of his mouth, except his eyes held such profound grief that your own heart ached for him. You regarded him steadily for a few moments, then leaned forward and rested your hand on his shoulder.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He shrugged uncomfortably, and you withdrew your hand, giving him space.
“Wouldn’t even know where to start,” he said.
You waited a moment, giving him space to consider, before quietly suggesting, “Why don’t you tell me what ‘nerra’ means?”
“It’s Ryl. Twi’leki, you know?” he asked, glancing up to make sure you understood. “In Basic, it means brother.” He swallowed hard and looked away. “My brother, Waxer.”
Kriff. So I was right, you thought grimly. Karkin’ hate it when that happens.
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, knowing that the words could never be enough. “When?”
“Umbara.”
You nearly flinched at the mention of one of the most devastating battles of the Clone Wars. So many deaths, all because of the treachery of one man. One Jedi. You’d seen the coverage of the battle and of Krell’s betrayal on the holonews, of course, along with everyone else in the galaxy. But you had also heard about it firsthand from troopers who’d come to you looking for answers, for closure. Troopers who had turned their weapons on their own brothers and only discovered the deception too late. You helped as many as you could, returning to your flat at the end of each night drained and distraught.
Those troopers had come to you willingly, though. Boil could hardly have been more reluctant. You hadn’t intended to ambush him, but it seemed the Force had other plans.
“Were you there, as well?” you asked.
He nodded. “Waxer… he’d just gotten promoted to lieutenant. It was his first command. He was so kriffin’ proud.”
You drew in a long, quiet breath. You’d heard so many stories like this, but they never got any easier. Not when the fallen had been such good men. Not when the survivors looked at you with those broken, devastated brown eyes.
Boil’s hand shook as he set down his mug, rattling it slightly against the low table. He turned to you, and after a few seconds’ hesitation, he asked, “Are you a Jedi?”
“No,” you replied.
“Then how…” he trailed off, confusion in his eyes.
“Not everyone who can use the Force is a Jedi,” you said.
He looked at you sharply.
“Nor a Sith,” you said in answer to his unasked question. “Some of us are just… people. Doing our best.”
“And you do that by telling fortunes?” he asked.
You smiled. “On my home planet, we call it the Sight. My grandmother taught me how to wield it. The tea leaves help me focus my intent.”
“But you don’t need ‘em, do you?” he asked. “You knew before you ever looked into the cup.”
“It was more a feeling,” you replied. “Hazy. Indistinct. Even with the leaves, all I got was a word, and even that meant nothing to me.”
“So you never trained as a Jedi because you didn’t have strong powers?”
“Something like that,” you replied uncomfortably. The truth was far more complicated, but you doubted this trooper had come to you expecting to read your full autobiography.
Boil wanted to say something. He watched you closely and took a breath, but he hesitated, looking away, and finally, he picked up his mug and downed the rest of his tea.
“I should get back to the base,” he said, not meeting your eyes. “Thanks for… everything.” He stood, and after a moment’s silence, he whsipered, “I wish I could talk to him, just once more.”
His voice was quiet and hoarse, and grief was etched starkly in his eyes.
“Boil,” you murmured, reaching for him on instinct, but you withdrew at the last second, recalling his earlier discomfort with your touch.
He took a breath and gave you a cocky, sardonic smile that didn’t fool you for a second. “I'll see ya around.”
“Yeah,” you replied, sensing that it might be sooner than he expected.
You walked with him out of your flat, down the hall, and back through the shop. Before he left, though, you impulsively reached for his hand.
“Wait.”
He raised his brows in surprise. “Somethin' wrong?”
“No,” you replied. “I just wondered if you’d like my comm channel. In case you ever decide to wake me up at the crack of ten again.”
He was silent for a moment, then he said, “Yeah… I’d like that.”
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Part 3
#clone trooper boil#clone trooper boil x reader#boil x reader#star wars#clone wars#sw tcw fanfic#star wars fanfic#dystopicjumpsuit writes#Spotify
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My mom’s a general audience member in her sixties. Doesn’t read articles. Doesn’t watch interviews. Had NO spoilers. A very casual watcher. She once said “they’re not gay” when I told her about how “some gay people” (hi, yeah, me but she doesn’t know I ship nor that I’m bi) ship Buck and Eddie as buddie.
Here’s her thoughts:
Helicopter scene: “huh. Interesting.” Then about Tommy “who’s that guy? I remember him from last episode, but who is he?”
Sewer scene: “that’s funny. That’s cute.” About Buck watching Chris. She also was confused about Eddie suddenly having another car that’s not his truck. She thinks Ravi is adorable and funny.
Maddie and Buck at home: “so he’s jealous, what can you do?” “There’s nothing you can do.” “I don’t know why Buck is at Maddie’s house… I know they’re siblings.” “What’s the big deal, so what? Eddie has a new best friend, you can have many best friends.”
After pressing about Tommy: “He’s not gay, is he?” I said: You can’t just ask someone if they’re gay. “They’re getting really buddy-buddy”
Amazon prime scene: when Buck was doing the weights, she was mumbling something that looked like “no. Stupid. No” (we’re on FaceTime and only unmute on commercial breaks). She thought the Prime ad was funny. “Apparently the other guy (she means Eddie) isn’t interested.” “Buck is going to be lonely if he doesn’t find another friend to play, that’s all.” “I thought he was gonna kill himself with the bar weights.” “He’s not gonna come to your rescue, dude.” “He wanted his friend to spot him and look at him, not the other guy (Ravi).” “But Eddie’s busy with Tony.” (Yes she said Tony.)
She’s more invested in the mom shooting her son and Harry and Athena than I want her to be. I need her to be IN THESE BISEXUAL BUCK TRENCHES. Also is this my coming out moment lmao? I’m just gonna say I like his acting.
Basketball: “that was a killer move. He had so much anger and he wanted to really hurt him and he did.” “He’s jealous! And they were winning!” (Huh, they were winning.) “it’s all about the bonding, the guy things. He’s jealous, that’s all there is to it.” “And sooner or later, Eddie isn’t going to want to be around Buck, he’s gonna want to be around Tommy.” I asked her about the song that was playing, she didn’t hear it. Rewatched the scene to hear the song. Song thoughts: “oh there was music.” I bet she won’t understand the words. I was right, verbatim. She put on the captions. “Just because Eddie gets a broken ankle, I don’t want him to leave the show.” She thinks someone is gonna leave at the end or die, I kinda tricked her into thinking Tommy’s gonna die. She asked what a beard is. Told her. “Let me ask you something—no—wait—Eddie’s not gay. Neither is Chimney. So why would he be a beard?” I asked why she thought Eddie was gay. “Not Eddie. Buck! Buck’s not gay.” I told her nobody on the court is gay (not a lie technically). “Exactly. Nobody is gay.” Still listening to the song: she likes the song. She’s into this scene that I made her watch three times. “Ooohh he drove him.” “They’re not gonna be friends any more.”
Buck and Maddie at lunch: Liked Maddie going blonde and the Sarah story. Thinks Maddie was right he was acting like a kid, so jealous. “I want to be your friend too. Include me.”
The SCENE: she has no clue what’s about to happen. No idea. Is nodding when Buck said he was jealous. “Wow” about Buck wanting to get to know Tommy. “That was funny!” After they kissed. “Buck was trying to get his attention and he just kissed him.” “It’s nice. Good. It’s an interesting ending. So now those two will be friends.” I asked if she missed the end of that scene. “No! They’re going out on Saturday at 8am to learn to fly a helicopter.” I told her to rewind it. On the rewatch: “You can have more than one friend!” After Buck said he thinks Tommy is cool “He likes him… okay.” “Tommy went in for the kiss.” She smiling now. “They’re gonna get a beer.. and kiss.”
Promo for next week: she gasped when Buck said it was his first date with a guy. She thought it was just two guys going out for a drink. She didn’t realize they were romantically involved. “Who did Eddie bring to the restaurant?” I said it was his girlfriend “when did she get on the show?”
And on Buck being bi? “It’s nice.”
Was she expecting it? “I thought Buck was more interested in Eddie. Because of the jealousy. I thought Buck and Eddie would be kissing. And then Tommy comes along and he’s gonna kiss one of them.” “Tommy is cute, he’s gonna kiss somebody. Once they add another character it has to be someone to kiss Eddie or Buck.” “I was waiting for them to have a threesome.” “They’re just men having fun! All three of them!” “I thought Tommy and Eddie were gonna kiss. I forgot about the girlfriend.”
#911 spoilers#911 abc#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#tommy#911 s7#911 7x04#just gabbing about#general audience thoughts
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Getting to Know The Crafty Nook
Isabelle is trying to get to learn more about Tom Nook. Amidst his questions, Isabelle quickly discovers that Tom doesn't take breaks! Like, at all! And that will not due! So, Isabelle tries to change that...if only for a moment...
This fanfic was suggested by 🌠anon! Thank you for the amazing headcanons, and I sincerely hope you enjoy!
Tom and Isabelle were working a shift in the town hall. Tom was typing away on the hall’s laptop and reading daily documents. Isabelle was writing notes in her notebook, and checking her teal notebooks for more information. It was a normal day in the workplace on the island.
Isabelle put down her pen and looked up at Tom. She noted Tom’s focused face as he typed on his laptop. She mentally noted how hard he had been working up until this point. He was always a hard worker who failed to give himself the time to rest. He would usually do this through his nephews, but even then, it’s not truly a rest if you’re still looking after children, is it? She wasn’t sure. How would she possibly know? She didn’t have children of her own.
“Hey Tom?” She asked softly.
“Hm? Yes Isabelle?” he replied, looking up.
“What do you do to wind down after a long day?” Isabelle asked.
“Hmm…” Tom thought for a moment. “I usually take care of Timmy and Tommy. Helping them close the store, taking them to the house and reading them a bedtime story before tucking them into bed.” Tom explained.
“I see…and…after that?” She asked.
“Well…I usually go to bed myself.” Tom Nook replied. “This old raccoon needs his rest after the long shifts, yes yes.” Tom Nook admitted with a chuckle.
Isabelle widened her eyes. “You don’t read? Or do any hobbies after work?” Isabelle asked.
“Well you see, Isabelle…work IS my hobby.” Tom Nook admitted. “I worked hard to get to this place. No time leftover for funny business.” Tom replied.
“...Funny business, huh?” Isabelle sat back and crossed her arms. “I personally prefer calling them ‘hobbies’. They are supposed to help you learn more about yourself and add some variety to your life.” Isabelle explained.
“Well…Work does that same very thing for me.” Tom explained.
“You’ve gotta be getting bored of work…” Isabelle reacted.
Tom chuckled. “Something tells me you’re confusing my feelings for your own, hm?” She teased.
Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Sure…whatever you say.” Isabelle said.
Tom went right deep into his work once again. It was like Isabelle hadn’t interrupted him at all! Some things just don’t change, do they?
Well, Isabelle was determined to change that. Right here, right now.
Isabelle got up out of her seat and picked up her seat. With the chair in hand, Isabelle walked up to Tom’s side of the desk. “What are you doing exactly?” She asked him, placing the chair beside him and sitting down.
“Nothing interesting for you.” Tom replied.
“Oh really? Try me.” Isabelle encouraged.
Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at his screen. “Uhh…” He muttered, unsure how to react himself.
“Tell me.” Isabelle encouraged him again.
Tom sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Well…I’m working on a spreadsheet of our representatives' earnings in Bells.” Tom explained. “He has paid me 10,000 bells today, which is 1000 more bells than yesterday.” He explained. “If [Player] continues giving 10,000 bells everyday, he should be able to pay for his house upgrade in about 197 days.” Tom admitted. “Though, I have a feeling [Player] will pay different lump sums of money daily, which may decrease his loan payment days.” Tom Nook explained.
“Wow…That’s a lot of work for our representative.” She admitted.
“But telling by their payments, it’s not impossible.” Tom admitted.
“And you’re charting their progress because…” Isabelle asked next.
“Because I like to know about their daily progress.” Tom admitted.
“Ah…” She muttered.
“Is that all you want to know?” Tom asked.
“Well…” Isabelle muttered, thinking for a moment. “I do want to know more about you.” She admitted.
Tom nodded his head. “Ask away.” He replied.
“Like…What are Timmy and Tommy like?” She asked.
Tom chuckled. “You say you want to know about me…and yet, you ask me a question about the twins?” Tom mentioned.
Isabelle smiled and looked away. “Maybe…” She teased.
Tom shook his head with a smile. “Alright.” Tom cleared his throat. “Timmy and Tommy…they’re typical children. Outgoing, rambunctious, mischievous little tanuki children.” He told Isabelle.
“I see. What else?” She asked.
“Timmy is the most quick-witted little tycoon I have ever met.” Tom Nook admitted. “And Tommy is a sensitive mastermind. And together, they are the perfect duo to take over the Nooks corporation after I retire.” Tom explained. “I am very proud of the tanuki’s they have both become.” Tom Nook admitted.
Isabelle smiled and patted his shoulder. “If they are wonderful kids like you tell me…then just wait until they’re fully grown!” Isabelle reacted.
Tom closed his eyes with a smile under his little snout. “Don’t make me get ahead of myself, Isabelle. They won’t be pups forever.” Tom warned her.
“I won’t, I promise.” Isabelle replied happily.
Isabelle looked at Tom out of the corner of her eye. Tom spoke so highly of the twins, and it was adorable. But he rarely ever gave himself enough of the credit.
Tom could feel Isabelle’s gaze on him. “.....Do you…need something?” Tom asked.
“Are you ticklish?” She asked absolutely out of nowhere.
Tom’s body froze in place. His typing paws had paused in place, and he had stared at the computer for a little longer than he was expecting. He didn’t even have anything to say in response.
The only thing he was able to really say was: “Uuuuuhhh…why?”.
Isabelle smirked. “Oh, just curious.” She replied.
Tom closed his laptop and turned to look at Isabelle. “I know you're planning something devious. You’re not exactly stealthy.” Tom told her.
Isabelle giggled and poked his side a couple times. “Is that so?” She teased. “Tell me, Tom: What exactly am I planning?” She asked.
Tom jumped and attempted to push her hands away. “IsaBELLE-” Tom squeaked as a claw poked him square in the ribs. “StOP-” He tried and failed to cover his sides. “Please! We both have work to do!” Tom reacted.
Isabelle chuckled. “Come on, Tom. You haven’t even answered me.” Isabelle told her.
Tom stared at her. “A-About what?” He asked.
“I asked you ‘Are you ticklish?’ earlier.” She reminded him.
“…You wanted an answer?” Tom asked for clarification.
Isabelle leaned her head back and laughed. “Why else would I ask you?!” She reacted.
“I don’t know!” Tom reacted.
“You don’t know if you’re ticklish or not?” She teased as she poked and scratched his furry sides.
“That’s nOTWHAT-” Tom threw his head back. “BAHAHA-?!” He reacted, surprised by his own cackle.
“I think you’re very ticklish!” She declared. “And personally…” She shoved her paws into his armpits with pure excitement on her face. “I think you need a break from work.” She told him.
Tom threw himself against the back of his chair and cackled rather hysterically. “HAHAHAHAhahaha!” He squeezed his eyes shut, showing off a few of his eye wrinkles as he wiggled around in an unintentionally aggressive manner. “IHIHISABEHEHEHELLE PLEHEHEHEASE!” He yelled.
“Goodness, you’re louder than I thought you’d be!” She reacted.
“SHUHUHUHUSHHH!” Tom yelled back.
“But shushing wouldn’t be as fun! And you know this.” Isabelle replied confidently.
Tom attempted to curl up similarly to how Mayor Tortimer would’ve curled up into his shell.
“Trying to hide from me?” Isabelle teased before moving her paws to his neck. “Well I hate to break it to you, but you’re not going anywhere.” She declared proudly.
Tom gasped and widened his eyes. Oh NO! “P-PLEASENO-NOT THERE!” He pleaded.
Isabelle smirked. “Not where? Not here?” She poked his neck. “Not this sensitive neck right here?” She scritched his neck insanely gently. “Not this exposed, fluffy little neck?” She kept teasing in a voice only her twin brother would’ve heard.
“NaaaAAAHAHAHA! EEEEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEE!” Tom screeched and squealed.
Isabelle was thrown off by this reaction at first. Isabelle and Tom had been friends for ages by this point. So seeing a serious businessman completely lose control of himself, was so out of character! Tom had always tried to present himself as a reserved, charismatic businessman. So it was almost shocking to see him squealing and losing his composure! Is this the same person?! Where’s the proof? How can we be so sure that this is the same person?!
It didn’t matter if Tom’s words were coherent or not…Isabelle seemed to have an answer for every single comment.
“PLEHEHEHEASE-” Tom pleaded.
“Goodness, you’re giggly! Does it really tickle that much?!” Isabelle asked.
Tom attempted to nod his head amidst his giggly laughter.
“How ticklish?” She asked with a smirk as she fluttered her paws up his neck towards his chin.
“WAHAHAIT WAITWAIT-!” Tom squeaked and struggled to cover up his ultra sensitive chin.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how ticklish is your chin?” She asked curiously.
Tom gasped as her finger presented itself mere millimeters away from his chin. He knew that if Isabelle so much as touched his chin, it would be all over. He would lose all his composure, and surely die from the embarrassment alone! And all it would take…was a tiny, simple touch.
The claw finally touched down…but it was only for a second. But that second was all it took for Tom Nook to disappear. The ticklish coworker she had been playing with in the town hall, had suddenly disappeared from her field of vision.
Isabelle widened her eyes and pulled her paw back. The desk chair that was seating the raccoon had become completely empty. What the- Where did Tom go?! Isabelle looked around the room, flabbergasted by his sudden disappearance. Did he teleport?! There’s no way…no one can teleport like that. Not even the representative is capable of teleportation!
Suddenly, the back door opened, revealing an exhausted, slumped-over Tom Nook. He was holding a cup of water in his right paw, while leaning against the doorframe with weariness written all over his face. The man looked like he just ran a marathon.
“Oh my gosh- Are you okay?!” Isabelle asked, running up and offering to help carry him. She gently grabbed his arm and tried to wrap it around her shoulders, so she could place part of his weight onto her.
But Tom didn’t interpret her actions like that. He assumed that her actions were part of her new elaborate plan to tickle him all over again. So naturally, Tom doubled over and pulled away before falling down. Isabelle took his water cup and let him fall. Isabelle watched as Tom curled up into a little ball the moment his body hit the floor. He wasn’t even able to stop the extra giggles from leaving his snout. It was somewhat adorable, and still quite out-of-character for the man.
Isabelle smiled and continued to watch as Tom sat himself up. When Tom reached for the water, Isabelle gave it to him. Tom drank the rest of the water in one big gulp, before huffing. “Are you happy with yourself?” He asked, looking up at Isabelle with a loopy smile.
Isabelle’s heart dropped for only a second. Did she do something drastic?! Were her actions out of line?!
…but the Shih Tzu felt immediate relief the moment she saw Tom’s crooked smile. Everything seemed to be okay. He wasn’t angry at her…and she was thankful for that.
Tom got up onto his feet and got himself some more water from the water jug. “What time is it?” Tom asked.
Isabelle looked over at the analog clock up on the wall. “It is…10 to 5.” Isabelle said.
Tom hummed and speed-walked to his desk. “I promised the boys I would make them fish and chips for dinner.” He admitted.
Isabelle raised an eyebrow. “And you have the time to do that?” she asked.
“I will as soon as I leave.” Tom replied.
Isabelle laughed and watched as Tom closed the laptop and put his book away. Then, he pulled out his Nook Phone. “That must be the boys.” He said before picking up the phone. “Hello?” He said.
Isabelle turned her ear to the right, to attempt to hear what the boys were saying to him.
“I’m on my way now, Timmy. Alright?” He told him.
Isabelle smiled as she closed her notebook and schedule.
“I know my voice sounds groggy, but that’s none of your concern.” Tom told them.
Isabelle looked up, and giggled silently into her paw. Unlike the boys, she knew EXACTLY why Tom’s voice was a little raspy.
“Alright, I’ll see you in a few minutes. Bye.” He said, before hanging up. “Alright. That’s my cue to leave.” He told Isabelle. “See you in an hour, Isabelle.”
“Bye Tom!” Isabelle replied, waving until the double doors closed.
#tooth rotting fluff#teasing#funny#hobbies#getting to know each other#animal crossing new horizons#ticklefic#ler!isabelle#lee!tom#mentions of family bonding#male female friendship
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us without me IV: new jeans
A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.
Part 4 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged. CW for language.
“Mia-ya,” she calls from behind her locker door.
“Mmm?”
“You wanna do something this weekend?”
“I dunno. Just relax, I guess.”
“You don’t wanna do something together?” She closes her locker, revealing her face pouting at you.
There were so many things you wanted to do together. But you bury those ideas under the books you stuff into your own locker.
“Did you have something in mind?”
“Nothing in particular. Just something with you.”
Fucking hell.
“Well, I think I need new jeans. Help me pick out some?”
You catch her smiling to herself.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She giggles. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’ll tell you later!”
“김민지 이상하다.”
Before closing your locker you notice a tiny bear sticker on the door.
“How did this get here? We’re only a month in and you’ve already started vandalizing my locker?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bro.”
“Is this why you were laughing at me?”
“No, no! But I will admit it’s funny how you only noticed it now. And also how easy it was to guess your code.”
“Wait, yeah! How the fuck did you know?”
“Mia! No need to be so angry that your best friend knows you so well.”
It slowly dawns on you. “You remembered the date?”
“Of course! The day we got these,” she says, lifting her ring finger up to your face. “It was my idea after all.”
You look down at your own fingers. And you start to feel your sanity slowly slipping through them.
“To be fair, it did take me a couple of tries before I got it. But still… I know you’re sentimental like that, so it wasn’t hard.”
As she proudly struts away to the cafeteria you spot her applying lip balm - the same one you used.
You thought you’d buried it in your locker along with everything else but you find yourself powerless to stop the idea of kissing her making its way back into your mind as the lip balm touches her lips.
-
The smell of spring wafted in through the open bedroom window. You had your phone to text her in one hand and the chocolate bar she got you on the walk home in the other.
so we’re just going shopping tomorrow?
yeah unless u had something else u wanted to do
wanna watch a movie?
huh? i thought u didnt like movies
yeah but i just want to spend time with you and i know you like going to the cinema so
You admire the blue ring on your finger and laugh.
My girlfriend really likes me, doesn’t she?
As long as you had it on you could pretend. So you never took it off.
i just checked and there arent any movies showing rn that im interested in
wanna come sleep over at my place then? we can watch the movies we want
wow u really wanna spend time with me huh
you got a problem with that bro?
no its just ur being sweeter than usual idk
well i do have something really important to tell you and i just wanna spend the day together so we can talk about it
No, Mia. It can’t be what you think it is.
is this what u were being so secretive about earlier?
yeah
why so serious bro is everything ok?
yeah everything’s perfect! i just want to tell you in person
No. Fucking. Way.
why not now?
i’ll tell you tomorrow dw
you promise?
of course! i’ll pick you up at 10? or is that too early?
no im fine with it but i doubt youll wake up that early
you’re right 😖 i’ll just text you tomorrow
sure
okie good night mimi ily 💗
good night <3
Mia, there’s just no way. Calm down. You’re being silly. You’re being delusional. Stop it.
You start laughing again at the absurdity of the situation. At the fact you were even entertaining the thought. You laugh until tears start pooling in your eyes. Until you forget why you were laughing in the first place. Until the tears fall and you find yourself crying into the night.
-
i’m up
congrats on waking up before noon ig
hey i set an alarm just for you so you better be grateful
woah im so touched
we have a date today so i better be on time right? 😊
Damn it, Minji.
does that mean youll be here soon?
yeah in 30
cool
It was 11:10. You’d gotten ready to go two hours ago. But she didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that you were dying to know what it was she wanted to tell you.
hey i miss you
What the fuck?
bro whats up ur never this clingy
sorry i’m just really happy
about what?
you’ll see
It was 11:11. You wish for what you’d always wished for. You knew there was no point but with her being like this and your ring still on your finger, the line between fantasy and reality had never been more blurred.
-
Waiting outside your front door, you see her approaching from down the street. Even at that distance you could see the radiant smile she was giving you.
Often you wondered what life would have been like had you not moved in just down the street from her. Had you not gone to the same school. What if the universe didn’t give you so many opportunities to get close to each other? Why did it have to give you so many reasons to fall for her? But you had no choice. This was your life now. The girl you called your best friend, the one standing in front of you, was the person you so desperately loved.
“굿���닝.”
“It’s not morning anymore. You’re late.”
“미안!” You’re reminded that every apology would sound like your name. “But I’m here now. Let’s go.”
“Don’t you have something to tell me first?”
“Later. Over dinner.” Her smile was cheeky. Teasing.
“We have dinner plans?”
“Yup. My treat.”
Your heart trips over its own beats.
“Bro, it should be my turn.”
“Mia, no. This one’s important to me.”
Then it starts to scream as it hits the ground.
“My god, Min, what’s this about?”
“Don’t worry about it! Let’s just go get your new jeans first.”
She starts laughing again and you still don’t know why.
-
“Minji! No way!” you exclaim, shopping bags filled with clothes in one hand, her hand in the other as she tugs you along to a familiar part of the mall.
She just smiles and sticks her tongue out.
“This place is expensive!”
“But it’s your favorite. So it’s where we’re going.”
“Minjiii,” you whine.
“Hey, if you really cared about me spending too much you wouldn’t have such expensive taste. You left me no choice, to be honest.”
“Bro!”
For the first time in a while you’re laughing together. For a reason you both knew.
“For real, though, Mia. It’s fine! It’s my treat, so don’t worry about it.”
“You’re so sweet, Min.”
As if that needed further confirmation, she pulls out a chair for you.
“Mia! Are you blushing?”
“What? No!” You quickly cover your face with your hands. Your ring smiles a devilish smile as you bring it close.
“Don’t fall in love, bro,” she says teasingly. But it was way too late for that.
“What do you mean? I’m just excited for the food.”
“Sure.”
With that one word her expression changes. You couldn’t quite parse it. But you convinced yourself that there was something about her face that told you that she knew. And there was nothing more terrifying.
-
As your meal comes to a close and the night slows down she finally says it.
“Mia.”
“Minji.”
“I have something to tell you.”
“I know.” Your voice falters as your heartbeats quicken. You clear your throat to hide it. “Just tell me already.”
She leans over the table, looking straight into your eyes with something like anxiousness in hers.
“I’m… I’m debuting in July.”
In that moment, as your pounding chest comes to a crashing halt, there was no greater dissonance than wanting to be happy for your best friend but being disappointed that she didn’t want to be more than that. Being excited for her future but being bitter that her future wasn’t you.
Then came rage. Fury. The dissonance between expecting, wanting, praying for her to confess and knowing that that was just a puerile, selfish fantasy you conjured for yourself. “You’re being silly again,” is what she would have said. You were so angry and there was no one else to blame but you.
“Bro, I’m so happy for you!” you strain. “All that hard work’s finally paying off!”
“Thanks, Mia,” she says softly.
“I don’t even know why you were worried you wouldn’t debut! You’re so talented. It was always gonna happen. I’m so proud of you, Min!”
“Thank you,” she repeats with her eyes.
“So, what’s the name of your group?”
She laughs once more and you finally understand why.
“NewJeans.”
“Oh my god, no wonder.”
“But don’t tell anyone, ok?”
“Of course, bro. Why would you even think I’d tell anyone?” you ask a little more aggressively than you’d like, still barely controlling your anger. Thankfully, she doesn’t notice.
“Just making sure.”
“How many songs do you have?”
“Four. And, yeah, we’ll be filming our music videos in Spain.”
“Oh, wow!” You wonder how much longer you could hide it. How much longer until she realizes you were faking it. “When are you leaving?”
“Next week. Which is why I wanted to spend time with you this weekend.”
“Wait, will you be gone for your birthday, then?”
“Yeah…”
“Oh.” You struggle to find words to say as your anger is replaced by sadness. “I’ll miss you…”
“I’m sorry! I’ll miss you, too! I promise we’ll spend lots of time together when I get back.”
“But I’m sure you’ll be really busy even then. Even more when you debut…”
“Let’s not worry about it yet, Mia! I’m still here. And I’m just happy to be with you now.”
“Me, too.” You smile weakly.
“I’ll just go pay, ok? I’ll be right back, then we can talk more about it at home. We have all night anyway!”
“Thanks, Min. For the food. For today. For everything.”
“Aww, bro, you sound so sad!” she says as she stands up. You look up at her from your chair. Seeing your hand on the table, she gently wraps hers around it and you hear the subtle clink of your rings as they touch. “I’m still here, ok? I always will be.”
You don’t take your eyes off her as she walks away. And they remain glued to her in forbidden admiration as she returns. Every time you looked at her there was always a part of you that wanted to just rush over to her and tell her everything. That she was your everything. Your first love. Now, knowing the world would soon fall in love with her, too - because you knew everyone would - that part of you wanted to keep her all to yourself.
Then there was the part of you just happy to see her. To have her in your life. Because she did make you happy. She always tried her best to put a smile on your face. She was an angel like that and today was further proof of it. And her smile - the same one you could see on her face now as she approached you - it made you feel safe. Like things were going to be alright. There was a strange, counterintuitive comfort you found in it, knowing that, even if she didn’t know your pain, she’d be there for you. She thought the world of you. She loved you like no one else could. Just not in that way. And you were happy with that. You’d have to be.
“가자.”
At the sound of her soft voice your sadness gives way to resignation. You remind yourself that it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t give you what your heart yearned for. And in doing so, you could finally, truly be happy for her.
With your hand hidden from her in your pocket, you slip your ring off with your thumb as she takes you home.
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INCORRECT
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GENERATOR
*Boaterm addition*
Scar: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.
Mumbo: Are we really going to let Grian keep Scar?
Pearl: We kept Impulse.
Scar: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.
Mumbo: I think you mean cards.
Grian: They did not.
Scar, pulling out knives: I did not.
Grian: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.
Scar: I won a new phone in a race.
Impulse: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Scar?
Scar: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.
Mumbo: *Stands in trash can.*
Impulse: Mumbo, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling!
*The Squad is on a hike*
Impulse: It’s beautiful out here.
Mumbo: And quiet.
Impulse: Too quiet.
Mumbo: Did we lose someone?
*cut to Grian with a bear in a headlock*
Mumbo: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this?
Impulse: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.
Scar: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise.
Impulse: What's the surprise?
Pearl: Blood poisoning.
Scar: *sneaking in through their window*
Grian: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?
Scar: I was with Mumbo?
Mumbo: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?
Scar: Met a dumbass today. Awful.
Grian: You looked in a mirror?
Scar: Someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.
Mumbo: I know you love them.
Grian: I am not in love with Scar!
Mumbo, staring at Grian: I never said who...
Grian: *realizes*
Grian: Shit. Well, anyways-
Scar: Pick a card, any card.
Grian: Fine.
Scar: Wait, that's my credit card!
Grian: You said any card.
Scar: I may be stupid.
The Squad: ...
Scar: Oh, did you think I was going to finish that sentence?
Grian: I am the most responsible person in the group.
Pearl: …You just set the kitchen on fire.
Grian: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that.
Grian: Go ahead, Scar. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.
Pearl: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.
Scar: Grian, I sense hostility.
Grian: Good, because I hate you.
Pearl (brainstorming ideas for pranking Grian): How much could a serial killer mask possibly cost?
Impulse: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful.
Pearl: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that?
Impulse: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Pearl.
Scar: *working in a flower shop and minding their own business*
Grian, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY “FUCK YOU” IN FLOWER???
Mumbo: Why would you give a knife to Impulse?!
Scar, shrugging: Impulse felt unsafe.
Mumbo: Now I feel unsafe!
Scar: I’m sorry…
Scar: Would you like a knife?
Grian: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Scar meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.
Scar: Hello, I'm Scar. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.
Scar: *running towards Pearl with open arms*
Pearl: *moves out of the way*
Scar: Hey, why'd you move?!
Pearl: I thought you were going to attack me.
Scar: I was going to hug you!
Pearl: Why would you hug me?
Scar: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?
Mumbo, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?
Grian, confused: I mean, this is my house, so yeah.
Grian: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.
Grian: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.
Scar: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?
Grian: Ominous positivity.
Scar: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!
Pearl: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.
Pearl: I’m going to dunk on you.
Mumbo: Bring a ladder.
Pearl: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!
Mumbo: You left me, Grian, and Scar in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.
Pearl: I did that on purpose, try again.
Scar: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there?
Pearl: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.
Scar:
Scar: *sobs*
Mumbo: You fucking scared them, you idiot.
Scar: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?
Pearl: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?
Grian: Ya know... it might be.
Scar: Impulse has no idea I’m high.
Impulse: You’re high?
Scar: Oh, I’m sorry.
Scar, leaning over to Mumbo: Impulse has no idea I’m high.
Grian: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.
Grian: One... two... three.
Pearl: ...
Grian: ...
Grian: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.
#grian#incorrect hermitcraft quotes#hermitcraft#mumbo jumbo#boatem#impulsesv#pearlescentmoon#goodtimeswithscar
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Okay buckling down and doing this now.
Here’s my propaganda about why Donnie is the most like his dad featuring solid points and some arguable points.
First statement, this isn’t me saying ONLY Donnie is like his dad. All the boys share traits with their father that I’ve noticed (an essay for another time perhaps) I think Donnie just racks up the most points.
Going under a cut tho because long.
So first thing I want to talk about is a lot of people attach Leo as being exactly like his dad, mostly because they have the same vibes on a surface level, but I still argue that Donnie picks up more pieces. The only reason it’s not obvious is because Donnie is very book and technical smart while Lou named turtles Green and Green 2.
Tossing aside some surface level factors (i.e. those eyebrows are 100% inspired from Lou Jitsu and I won’t hear otherwise) some of their shared traits are fairly obvious.
Donnie, much like Leo, not only has an ego (regarding his mind) but is also very vain. While it’s not to a point he acts like he’s the prettiest boy in the room, there are a handful of points he draws attention to his appearance. (”You are the hunkiest” Drawing on eyebrows for nine years, making a titanium bust of himself etc). Even after being mutated, Splinter hasn’t lost a lot of this.
One that was pointed out to me from another post, Splinter and Donnie both have a form of screen addiction. Though seeking it out in different ways, Splinter is often glued to the TV while Donnie panics without having his phone nearby.
Donnie obvs got his love of dancing from his dad. Tragic you don’t see Splinter doing it a lot but he evidently did a bunch of it back before he got mutated. (Also the 80s jams always get you huh Donnie?? interesting)
This technically applies to all the bros tbh, but Donnie is fairly protective. I think Splinter’s desire to break his vow of no more fighting for some turtles he just met gets extended to all the boys and Donnie is no exception. He often seems very aloof, and doesn’t invest a lot of concern into people they deem as their enemies, but he puts a lot of subtle effort into building tech that will keep his family safe.
Mikey already pointed out the freebie in Breaking Purple with that photo comparison. But just to be clear when Splinter’s temper gets the better of him (essp. because his ego of all things is being attacked) the first thing he does is ground the boys. Donnie’s first instincts with Shelldon are the same thing (and with his own father apparently)
Speaking of which: “Oh Papá, if you surrender now there shant be any consequences!” “Hah, that is a lie. I taught him that one.”
I’m not totally sure how good Splinter’s recent memory is, but the show does have him state he remembers all of the names of the stuntmen he worked with. Donnie’s memory is also shown to be extremely on point (”the brain is nature’s notepad”). In some ways because he exercises it so much, but still.
Here’s a fun one. They’re both bad liars (in certain situations). It’s always interesting to me people just flat out say Donnie is a bad liar despite how fast he was with a fake name toward the purple dragons and his attempt to scam Repo out of the mystic armor piece. It seems that given at least some space to plan he can lie just fine, it’s more sudden scenarios where he falters. (”We are just normal humans on our way to a convention.”) But also, despite being trained as an actor, Splinter is also sometimes... very bad at lying. (”I am Randal and I am a normal teenage boy!”) Literally in that episode Splinter and Donnie just have an exchange of a terrible lie. (”I can’t believe he fell for that.” “I can’t believe they fell for that.”)
Oh yeah speaking of actor, Donnie’s flair for the dramatics holy SHIT. I don’t think he’s necessarily brilliant at acting (or at the very least doesn’t have it come as naturally as Leo does) but wow some of the speeches he gives when he’s despondent.... boy.
Some other short point. “You’re so cute but so mean why do I always fall for your type?” (gee, wonder if this is part of the reason Lou was into Big Mama). And also I’m p sure they both snore.
Okay here’s my big wammy one though. Both Donnie and his father are very approval seeking. They may seek it from different sources but it’s very prominent and influences a lot of their decisions. While Lou turned away from his family and their traditions, I imagine there was a part of him that was frustrated that his grandfather (his only parental figure it seems) wouldn’t approve of anything he did outside of their family legacy. Lou decides to go out and be a movie star, lives for the camera, the fame, the attention, and even when trapped in the battle nexus seems to have some fond memories attached to the cheering crowds. He seeks out approval from a bunch of strangers because he was never able to get it from his family. (And on top of that, you sometimes see him desperate for the approval of his sons and get very frustrated when they look up to other people).
Donnie’s in a similar boat. He states multiple times he wants the approval of a parental figure (either Splinter fell out of showing his pride or does it in ways that Donnie doesn’t understand) and in some cases is easily won over by the right kind of compliments being thrown his way. He also seems to want approval from his siblings (making big shows about showing off new inventions. “And applause, and applause, and still waiting for your applause.”) though maybe not to the same degree as from someone he could consider a role model. He attaches his self worth to what he can do, and notes that if his family decides his tech is useless, they may think the same way about him.
You could make arguments that all the boys have this issue but I don’t think it’s to the same degree as Donnie. Sure they all have moments they want to prove themselves, but there’s plenty of other occasions they make it clear they don’t give a flip what the others think.
Anyway much to Donnie’s horror and disgust I think he’s the most like his dad, despite how different they appear at first glances, and so far I’m having a fantastic time playing with that idea.
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I did something very bad last night, very bad!
Please forgive me. I’m not watching Midnight Museum. But I caught the previews for episode 6, and saw that it had Nanon and View in it, and I was like....
... can I get away with just peeping that episode, to see how they are together?
And then I saw Tu’s BTS photos of HER episode, the previous one.
And I thought to myself: maybe I should be a little bad.
So I did it, I watched episodes 5 and 6 last night, and I go into this without ANY prior knowledge of this show, except seeing some of the fabulous reviews, as always, by the family (which I’ll review more in depth later today). But anyway, what follows is an UTTERLY RIDICULOUS liveblog of what I watched, and if you like this show, I urge you to NOT READ MY DUMB RAMBLINGS! There’s no analysis! It’s just reactions, very silly ones.
Honestly, this looks like a totally interesting show, but I really don’t do knives and blood and murders and ghosts and curses and scary Christian frameworks (?!) -- I like trauma of the emotional kind, ha. Anyway, I’m saving y’all by putting up a break and keeping you safe from this dumpster fire! <3
Episode 5:
- LOVE the fashion from the START, WOW. Fah and Tu are such 10s
- DON’T EAT THE SOUP, GURL, DON’T EAT THE SOUP! WTF, don’t eat that soup! YOU KNOW NOT TO EAT THAT SOUP
- Yes, soup tastes good when it’s salty, look how much salt you put in that soup
- Dudes, doing it right outside Bee’s DOOR? ::throws grandma hands::
- TRIPHOP?!
- Cute bar!
- The sets and the lighting are a little outta control, tbh
- This show isn’t actually set in any kind of reality, right? These auction prices....
- Was that a... raw fish eye you put in your mouth?
- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, CHEEK MEAT?!?!?!
- This is not an efficient way to harvest salt
- WHAT THE FUCK AGAIN, TU?!
- So this show is about... salt and Christianity?
- Oh, oh, sorry, kk, salt is an episode theme, got it!
Episode 6:
- So Nanon is Adam?
- I love what Namtan is wearing in the opening credits
- GUN IS SO CUTE
- Flower...Shop of Horrors?
- I love how Dome’s like, wtf, I don’t know anything about anything -- this is like that episode of South Park where Cartman went to the future to speed up time for that video game release, and he was just like, wtf to everyone around him
- Is this just the DaVinci Code?! With ghosts and shit?
- Is the priest in the confessional Dome? The Holy Trinity, they’re the same person, etc. etc.?
- Omg, photo boaaaarrrddddsssss..... right, Khatha’s in love, right?
- Omg, Sani from The Eclipse, HI!
- Foei is so good in everything (I’m not getting over the name TRIPHOP, though)
- Okay, Nanon and View are GREAT TOGETHER, WOW, this experiment was worth it (besides this and 55:15 Never Too Late, I wonder what else they were in together)
- Damn, $3 billion for this piece of shit anklet, huh
- Does Khatha carry a scepter?
- Oh, no no no no no no no no no Nanonenstein, no no no no noooooo no, leave her alone
- NOOOOOOO, don’t do it dude, no, donnnn’t
- But that swat was such a View-character-thing-to-do, tho
- NOOOOOO GUYSSSSSS WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
- HOLY WHAT THE HELL CHAINSAW?!?!??!?!?!?!?!
- Okay, this is why I’m not watching this show lol
- Okay, View with a chainsaw is something
- OMFG NO NANON
- All of this for feet?!
- That was a VERY unfortunate commentary on sex work
- LEAVE DOME ALONE, y’all! Ton and Anne, SHOO!
- View, when did your outfit get so cute
- ENOUGH WITH THE KNIVES NANON
- Oh, WE’RE WORRIED ABOUT FIT NOW, TON? The cadaver drip check’s not working anymore?!
- Oh god, there might be an interesting correlation between Christian themes and “completion,” don’t let me go there
- Nice, dropping the scepter shit, Khatha
- Jokes on a deathbed?! Khatha and Dome are being set up for each other, cute
- The special effects are VERY much wanting in this show
- Okay, that was a tiny bit heartbreaking, poor Ton
- Now what, Dome, wake tf up!
That was a ride! I’m going back to just reading the reviews! Maybe I’ll check back in once Khatha and Dome are coupled up! ::escorts myself outta here::
#midnight museum#teeny-tiny liveblog#nanon korapat#view benyapa#tu tontawan#if you’re only reading the tags then please know i’ve *only* watched eps 5 and 6 and i don’t know anything else about this show!#so maybe skip this liveblog!
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wow thank you so much for your succinct summary of their personas and the stunt histories, that was a great recap. You touched on a few other points Louis vs S!mon and the reason for bbg in the first place and then dragging out until today (I personally think it’s a combination of the consequence of Harry’s fame - to keep Louis as far away from him as possible but also some legal repercussions for Louis if it would end - I don’t think that whoever set up this stunt thought it through) . Also related to stunts what were/are your thoughts on the Olivia tattoo? I just can’t imagine what he traded this one for?
Hello anon! Thank you for the kind words, and welcome to the show.
I 100% agree that the bbg stunt was not entirely thought out, and it went further than any of them were actually planning for. Maybe B threatened to out Harry and Louis unless they kept the stunt going and therefore giving her more money? Maybe careers got in the way, promo, whatever… either way, it’s a horribly planned and thought out stunt which I very much wish was over. But yes, very poorly planned, some hiccups, and now here we still are. The s*mon vs Louis dynamic is very interesting. I might go through and add my thoughts to that one day.
Ahhh and the Olivia tattoo. Wow. That certainly is a weird one, huh? I don’t think even the solo harries were prepared for that. But, let’s run through it a bit, as there are a couple of theories to touch on and a few points I wanna make:
Okay… so. The tattoo was another nail in the coffin for a lot of larries, because we just couldn’t believe Harry would do that for the sake of a stunt (particularly one that was so damn obviously PR that some solos believed it was too). We didn’t think he’d take it that far, and it was hard to keep pushing and believing when something that massive and permanent happens. However, we speculated on a few different theories, and some of them kind of add up, and some of them don’t.
I want to start by saying that in all my time, I have truly not seen any form of body modification clauses in a contract re: stunting. That goes too far into a human rights issue and ethics (what little are left) and the legality just doesn’t hold up. There is maybe 0.01% of me could believe that any clause could lean towards “hey, if you get an Olivia tattoo, we’ll give you a big payout and end the stunt earlier than it’s meant to”. Which leads me to my first point, is that I believe Harry chose to get this on his own accord. This isn’t a tattoo he was forced into getting.
Now, if he actually initiated it and said something similar to the above to his team and was like “I’ll get an Olivia tattoo if we just end this god awful stunt and I can spend more time with Louis/choose my stunts and outings” or whatever it may be, it would be an interesting agreement, and his team would probably go for it. The timeline of when we first see his tattoo (May 2022) and him and OW breaking up (November 2022) is 6 months apart. Maybe it was meant to go for longer. Maybe he did initiate it and get something out of it, im not sure. But, this kind of theory could be plausible, which I know you’re probably thinking “um, even if he did get something out of it, why tf would he put that god awful woman’s name on his leg” and I guess this theory could hold up to a lot of us because we have tattoos (I’ve seen similar commentary from others about this topic that have tattoos, so stay with me here, it’s okay not to have any or to have them and not feel the same way I/some of us do).
Okay… I have a bunch of tattoos. Harry has a bunch of tattoos. Louis has a bunch of tattoos. So many folks around the world have plenty of tattoos and we don’t all feel the same about them. However, I’ve had many conversations and found a somewhat general consensus from people who are moderately to heavily tattooed that after you get your first few (which are often times extremely meaningful to begin with), you kind of just forget they’re there? Idk, it’s hard to explain if you don’t kind of experience it, but sometimes I’ll forget about them and then someone asks me about one and I’m like “oh lol” and it’s because we see them every day. They become a part of you. When you look in the mirror you don’t really recognise them individually anymore. You’re just looking at you.
So in saying that, as we know Harry and Louis are heavily tattooed and a lot of their tattoos obviously mean a lot to them and to each other, they also do have some stupid ones. Harry has “big” on his big toe and Louis has a bunch of little sketches on his arm that are pretty funny. They don’t take all of their tattoos seriously. Just the ones that matter. And I find getting tattoos that don’t really mean anything like it’s just a stupid little cartoon outline of a cow with cowboy boots on that you think is cute, is easier when you have more tattoos. My first ones were absolutely meaningful and then I started loving getting them as each of them became a moment, a memory, and a time I was in. A part of my life, no matter if it was a good moment, a tattoo to remember something I overcame, or a stupid little drawing that made me happy, ya know? (Sorry this has gone too far deep into tattoos in general but I just wanted to note that I think Harry and Louis probably feel similarly to me about them based off their artwork.)
Anyway, my point is, is that that theory could stand. It definitely could. I’m not sure he would bargain for that, but hey, he might have.
Another one is more towards the song “Olivia” by one d, which Harry wrote with Julian and John. Harry said that the song “could be a place, it could be a person, or it could be a feeling”. There was also speculation that that song was called Olivia because it’s a way to say “I love ya” without actually saying it, which was obviously then connected to larry. So, there’s also the idea he got it tattooed for that reason, and hey, two birds one stone if he did the bargaining above too.
Anyway, Louis has(?) the E tattoo (it disappears and comes back in photos, sometimes it’s smudged, I’m just confused with that one) and that’s meant to be for someone he’s been with for yeaaaaars. But he has big massive matching tattoos with his actual buddy bro pal lover, and nothing for F. Harry has an “Olivia” tattoo for whatever reason, which if it was me, I’d probably have gotten it covered up by now if it actually was for my ex gf, but it is what it is. And let’s remember that Harry and Louis have a hell of a lot of big statement matching tattoos and that’s what matters.
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I don’t know what I’d request exactly but I would die just to have one (1) date with Elaine but I fear my ADHD cursed ass would have far to much energy for her. (Also as a transmasc creature I’m so happy you write for any gender, I hope your charger never breaks)
a/n: AWWW YOURE SO SWEET i also have adhd and I HOPE YOUR CHARGER NEVER BREAKS EITHERR!! uhh im assuming u wanted adhd and transmasc reader x elaine SO here it is :333 its their first date and they met onnnnntinder
cw: slight mention of binding
word count: 769
(Transmasc!Adhd!)Reader x Elaine!
Wow, this cafe is insanely boring.
Seated across from you, Elaine, your Tinder date, stirs and stares into her black coffee, wondering what convinced her to swipe right on you.
Perhaps it was the corgi in sunglasses you were hugging. Is it your pet?
Or your strange bio? What is 'adhd'?
Or the meticulous placement of your photos? Why was your abnormally large figurine collection before the well-lit selfie?
Or maybe it was just you. All of you.
"Hellooooo?" You wave your hand in front of her face, startling her.
Bless her broken heart, her automatic response is to grab your hand, firmly, and jump back. For protection. So she does.
Your face scares her more than the orphanage. You look like you've just seen a ghost.
Quickly, "Oh- sorry", she apologizes and lets go.
"Don't worry!" You smile warmly at her.
You rather miss the feeling of her gloves on your hands. It is with reluctance that you return your hands to your lap.
Your binder is making you itchy.
"So. How is- I read your..." Your mind is running a marathon a minute as you try to focus on her voice.
"The thing about 'add-huh-duh'?" Wow. She thinks the condition is just one odd word.
"How long have you been learning that language?"
Oh even better. She thinks you're bilingual.
Elaine seems like the type to get offended by laughter, so you try to stifle yours.
"It isn't- Adhd is a disorder I have. Don't worry it isn't contagious." Is your favorite show on tonight?
"Oh. Okay." Elaine is a bit disappointed in herself, she has OCD but knows nothing of other disabilities.
At this point, you believe that any spark between you two has fizzed out for good.
You wonder if faking a family emergency would be too rude.
You could really go for seafood.
In an attempt to speed this up salvage the date, you ask if Elaine has ever heard of your hyperfixation.
When she says that she hasn't, you just can't help the words that fall from your mouth.
You ramble on and on about the media, for what seems like years.
You really can't find the compassion to care about how uninterested she looks.
Maybe because you're too concentrated on how beautiful she looks.
Or, maybe it's because her face hasn't changed since she sat down. Talk about are-bee-eff.
As you finish droning on, Elaine finishes her coffee. Her mouth is moving, but you can't quite pick up her words. A small part of you, in the back of your mind, wonders what she would taste li-
"Like or hate it, the Shadow Decree knows what it wants." Her lithe hand moves her hair out of her eyes.
Oh. When did this conversation start?
She's staring right at you. Straight-faced. Expecting a response.
You've never felt so lost.
Other than twenty minutes ago. The time you were literally lost. Who puts a cafe next to a gym?
"Yeah uh. They have goals! For sure!" You shout, way too excitedly to be talking about a crime organization. The smile you forced onto your mouth hurts.
You wonder what hers would feel like.
It's nearly inaudible, her sigh.
Did you do something wrong?
"If I called you later, would you answer the phone?" She asks without shame, standing up.
Guess not.
"Oh! I thought you hated me...?" You don't hide your laugh as you struggle to grab your things.
Elaine laughs with you. You stand with Elaine.
And hallelujah, she can smile. You drink up her expression, and it's better than your tea was.
"I apologize if I came off that way. I am very interested in you." She saunters over to the exit, with you close behind. Looking like an obedient dog.
"Oh!" You truly look like an idiot with your mouth agape in shock. It snaps shut with a click, taking way longer than it should.
"Of course I would! I'd have to be out of mind not to!"
Elaine's expression softens, marginally.
Elaine finds your expressions cute.
She would never say that out loud though.
The faint blush rising on her cheeks might give you a little hint.
Crazy how fast you went from debating running out of the shop to asking her to stay longer.
Once you get yourself together, she wraps her arm around yours and steps outside with you. You lean in close to her.
You get a glimpse of her teeth this time, her grin feels comfortable on her face. Real. "Want to show me around?"
She read your mind.
You've never been so centered on someone before.
a/n: HOWD I WRITE SEVEN HUFNRE WORDS IN ONE SITTING uhh im so sorry if this isnt what you wanted anon im a little dumb but uhhhhh i hope you enjoyed! thanks for reading! <3333
#i love you anon#dislyte#dislyte fic#dislyte fanfiction#dislyte fanfic#dislyte fanfics#dislyte x reader#elaine x reader#dislyte elaine x reader#elaine#dislyte elaine#transmasc reader#adhd reader#whyd i kinda cook#i gotta start adding gifs/pics now omg lets go#i had to google what swiping right meant#koexfic
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Can you do Kaneki for 003 :)))
Mhm! That beautiful mess, the culmination of all I despise but the vessel through which we all must perceive this world. I’d like to shake him like a maraca. This one definitely contains… opinions. As usual it's messy and ramble-ish but I enjoyed it.
How I feel about this character: Wow you're so interesting I wish I could still care after 320 something chapters. Born to “slay” as the youth say, in all meanings of the word, forced to do math. Sometimes I imagine what sound he would make if smacked against a wall. Constantly, actually. I can effectively emulate it with an almost empty water bottle, a thin piece of fabric, a piece of metal, and a slab of gelatin, but I only have access to two of those and it’s not the ones you think. I cannot stress how much I want post-Haise Kaneki dead for plot reasons, but I do think he’s pretty neat before whatever the result of the Tsukiyama extermination arc is.
I do like him, but I try not to ponder him too deeply because if I started getting seriously attached to him as a person, I’d have to be disappointed about his character as well. I’m already not normal about so many of them. So he’s more of a secondhand skrunkle, I watch a decent portion of the rest of the fandom go wild and sit back and tend to my own neglected favorites. Like observing a neighbor’s garden, larger than mine but wilder, containing so many varieties of plants I can no longer distinguish them, and perhaps a bit overgrown. Was he the first piece of Tokyo Ghoul art I ever drew? Yes- well no actually that was probably Nishiki or Shuu but I never posted those because they were just sketches, but he was the first that I posted, and kind of my gateway to deciding to let myself brainrot over TG without shame (mostly). So I owe some amount of gratitude to him.
But at the same time he fills me with a deep sadness for what might’ve been. Tokyo Ghoul was praised for having some kind of ground-breaking protagonist but he just feels... edgy at the end of it, handed an undeserved win. Sorry.
(So an update from later this very same day, I drew him and now I want to hug him. NO. I MUST PERSEVERE. Alright Kuroneki is kind of cute and his nickname sounds like Kuroneko (As in the trigun cat) and I love Kuroneko.)
Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Protagonists are funny things to ship because they can be shipped with almost anyone. Almost the entire main cast? Been there and done that. Every character he’s been friends with? Certainly. Rivals? No rivalry is complete without a little homoeroticism. The villain? Is that even a question. That random character who appeared for half a chapter? Someone’s probably done it. It’s difficult to pick a favorite but frankly I’m not particularly partial to any of them. Shuuneki is fun but it just feels out of character as soon as it becomes remotely healthy which is what all that pining causes me to intrinsically want which in turn annoys me so… I enjoyed it before I actually learned the story. Now I just can’t fathom truly enjoying a fic about them without leaving frustrated because at any given point, one or the other of them just wouldn’t work. Also I really want Kaneki to die alone. But though I’ll never be extremely passionate about it, I do think that Hidekane is kind of the best one. Like it’s not my ship but from an outsider's perspective I look at it and just go huh. Neat. This one actually seems non-headache inducing. I’m slowly consuming more of it but at the same time Hide deserves much better. I can’t fix you but I can hold your hand as you crumble or something.
I will take this time to rant about Tou//ken. God help us all. I will start off with what I like because I am terrified of being burned at the stake by the shippers who actually read through this for some reason. Aesthetically, cool. As individuals, love them. Conceptually, it had great potential. I don’t think it ever could’ve been my otp but I could’ve enjoyed this.
Now. DEAR GOD I HONESTLY ADMIRE THOSE WHO SHIP IT FOR EITHER HAVING THE IGNORANCE OR SHEER WILLPOWER TO ENJOY IT DESPITE THAT WRITING. It would be easier to ship two characters who we’ve never seen interact whatsoever (stares at my terrible rarepairs I would know) than to repair this trainwreck, so I suppose that’s a testament to your tenacity or your willingness to ignore the holes. I swear my copy of TG was missing chapters WHERE was their development. They only did things for each other when instructed to or in life or death situations when opposed by a greater threat, only thought fondly of each other when not together, and then got married and kids despite Kaneki being in a mental state nowhere near “intact enough to live a functional existence” must less raise CHILDREN. Like I refuse to believe Kaneki would be a great father. “Something, something breaking the cycle of a loveless life.” Where. Where did he learn to love healthily? Touka? Where? Where is that shown? They interact so briefly in such high-stress scenarios how the HELL am I supposed to know?
Dear god I knew these two were going to get together. I steeled myself for it. I tried to enjoy it I swear I did but it feels like the marriage arc skipped the love arc and I don’t know how I’m supposed to appreciate the shell of a relationship left behind. But I respect those who manage. Like, if a character (Ayato) can go on a brief trip and come back UNDER A FEW DAYS LATER to find out, with absolutely no warning that his SIBLING is married to a guy now, maybe you’re moving just a little fast! Someone please explain this to me I feel like I'm losing my mind.
The Vegas wedding of Tokyo Ghoul, getting hitched in a cave while a homophobic gay horror creature exterminates 98% of your kind.
Also I find it funny that she managed to date a guy who both looks and acts so much like her dad. Touka you can do so much better you are leagues above this guy.
My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: If Haise is included, Akira and the Quinxes. Family. If Haise is not included, probably… Hinami.
My unpopular opinion about this character: Oh boy. He doesn’t really listen to anyone, and his cycle of self sacrifice for others because it’s the easiest route out is ANNOYING AS HELL. Points are made about it, but does he ever change? No he just keeps trying to die for “the sake of others” until the very end and keeps escaping the actual consequences, while others who have something to live for ACTUALLY DIE for his stupid martyr complex and I am SICK OF IT. He only fights for those he cares about because he’s afraid of being alone which is a very human desire but we never see him grow in it, he just keeps ignoring whatever he doesn’t want to hear, keeps letting himself almost die but he’s still “virtuous” and not a murderer to the narrative. Because the restaurant ghouls dared to have fun with the terrible cards they were dealt, so they deserved it! Because those humans in the dragon incident didn’t care, so they deserved it! And besides he wasn’t conscious anyways! Because Furuta dared to try to break the system that Kaneki decided wasn’t real, because he wanted to make sure the world never created a child like him again, so he deserved it! I could deal with him if the narrative actually treated him like what he is, “morally grey” is not an excuse to his actions it’s a byproduct, so just saying “it’s alright because he’s morally grey” doesn’t fix any of the issues with his inconsistencies! With his lack of growth beyond just getting worse, and being handed a happy ending anyways!
Also why are all of his stans silent as the grave I hear barely a WHISPER out of you creatures yet you appear like phantoms to salivate over him when art is made and to sweep polls. I know perhaps 3 people who both actively post and I know for a fact would declare Kaneki their favorite. Where are the rest of you? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING? But godspeed to you.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: He feels so overwritten at the end, I really wish he either died, or that :re had gone the csm route and had a different protagonist. For our candidates for a new protagonist I would nominate:
Hide. An exploration of a character who was born into a world that was hurting him, but chose to love ghouls anyways. Who chose to keep being a good person no matter how hard it was, (WHAT KANEKI DOES, DOES NOT COUNT AS BEING A “GOOD PERSON.”) He’d be a refreshing air of positivity and hope from Kaneki’s internal monologue. It’s so desolate it makes me want to commit amusing vandalism just to remember that bright colors are real and very lovely. I don’t have the energy to write out full explanations for all of them but I’d also nominate any of the Quinx squad members, Juuzou (I just want more Hanbee), Ayato, Amon, or Furuta. Or making Haise a person with a separate body.
Favorite friendship for this character: If Haise counts Juuzou, if not Banjou or Ayato.
My crossover ship: I’m tempted to say knives as a joke because they have the same english voice actor, (Who does a fantastic job as both but MAN his voice goes deep in tristamp.) Anyways Vash I guess. Go be self-sacrificial together you fools. (affectionate connotation for one, indifferent for the other.)
#miscellaneous not art things#tokyo ghoul#ken kaneki#still doing those it just took me a bit to continue#zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships
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“My Chisel, and The Words of the Unspeaking”
Nancy x Stutterer! Artist! Reader (Pt.1)
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𐀔 School
𐀔 Slight Academic Rivarly
𐀔 BYLER
𐀔 Slow burn ish
𐀔 Self Loathing talk
𐀔 Hurt/Comfort
𐀔 Breakdowns
𐀔 Mutual pining
𐀔 Mentions of a bad home life
𐀔 Cursing
𐀔 Google Translate (French is hard I’m not learning that-)
“Okay class, your major project of this semester is to make a sculpture of someone,” the class began chattering to eachother “But!” Everyone stopped. “It has to be someone new, not a celebrity or a character, and not your friends.” He said peering around the room. “Someone you don’t know that well.” The bell rang and everyone grabbed their things and walked out the class. “God who am I going to do my sculpture of?” Will complained, “W-well it c-c-cant be of Mike, ag-gain.” Will laughed, and you were right. The only person Will ever drew was his childhood crush, and now boyfriend, Mike Wheeler. “Who are you going to sculpt?” You shrugged, “n-not sh-sh-sure. Don’t know any-one who wants to talk with a s-s-stutter” Will gave you a sympathetic look, “Hey, you’re such a cool person. I bet I know plenty of people who’d want to be friends with you!” You murmured a ‘th-tha-thanks Will” and headed off for your next class.
ਏਓ ｡ ﾟ🖋__φ(．．;)✏️ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ
“Ms Wheeler can you stay behind for a moment?” The literature teacher, who also runs the Journalism club/school news. “ I absolutely adore your writing style, so I have a special assignment for you. I need you to interview someone new, someone Interesting. Not another sports player or the local store runner… maybe one of your fellow students!” Nancy was in a bit of a rush to get out of class so she half-heartedly agreed and rushed out the classroom.
🎨✧:･ﾟ✧{ French Class }:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧🎨
You and Nancy Wheeler were somewhat academic rivals. The two of you at eachother’s neck to see who could get the highest grade overall. But the thing is, you sat next to her in French. Not to say you cheated exactly… you just… peaked at her paper during tests is all. You sketched a bit in your notebook while the teacher was rambling on about the foreign language, Nancy noticed your notebook and nudged you a little. You flinched “s-ssorry” you whispered, “it’s okay, qu'est-ce que tu dessines?” “Huh?” In all honesty. You didn’t pay a wink of attention in class. Using this class period to work on other homework or draw. “qu'est-ce que tu dessines, it means What are you drawing?” You scrambled and made few final touches “u-um th-thi-This.” She grabbed your notebook and her jaw dropped in awe of your creativity.”you drew this just now? We’ve only been in class for a couple minutes!” You nodded shyly. “I-I-it’s n..not done.” Nancy gave you a sweet smile. “Ms Y/L/N, Ms.Wheeler, attention upfront please!” The teacher snapped breaking the moment between the two of you.
{Ring!}
The lunch bell rang, you grabbed your things and started heading for the cafeteria. “Y/N wait!” You hummed in response and turned around, only to see Nancy wheeler coming your way. “Do you want to eat lunch with me or something? I usually spend lunch in the library but I’m fairly hungry.” You smiled “sure! Um, if-f you didn’t p-p-pack a lunch I- kn-kn…know a spot!” Nancy nodded, “we’ll meet in the very back of the cafeteria, alright?” You nodded happily.
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The Studio
You and Nancy grabbed your food, met at the back and began walking around the building. The two of you entered the personal sculpting studio the teacher set up for you. You didn’t have the best home life so you and the teacher spent the entire summer setting up the place, you even got a job at Scoops Ahoy for the summer to raise money for the paint. “Wow…” Nancy murmured “are all of these paintings and sculptures yours?” You blushed, “Y-yeah! H..how did you kn-kn- fuck. How’d you f-figure it out?” Nancy was walking around gently observing your works “It’s your style, so… unique, I could notice it from a mile away.” Nancy smiled at you once again. What was this feeling? Butterflies? No… right?
Nancy took a seat at the clay stained table and you sat beside her. “So, the reason I wanted to talk to you is because I have this Journalism project. I need to interview someone, someone new.” Your breath hitched for a moment “w-well I know plenty of other a-art s-s-st… classmates!” Nancy chuckled running her fingers through her hair “I want to interview you, Y/N.” You looked at her for a moment, trying to see if she was serious. With her confident tone and perfect posture you could see this was more of a demand than an offer. “W-well… okay. But! I h-have a project t-t-too” Nancy tilted her head “what is it?” You wrote down everything the teacher told you and handed it to Nancy. Speaking made you anxious and just stutter even more than you already did. Especially to Someone so beautiful. “You- want to sculpt me?” “Just your head and shoulders! A-a-and it wo-woul-“ you huffed, mumbling a swear under your breath “you could I-interview m..me while I… Yknow” you threw your hands up gesturing at all the supplies. “That sounds like a plan to me” Nancy smiled.
Maybe you were crazy… but the smile Nancy gave you was so, genuine. So kind. Not the kind of ‘half listening’ smile everyone else gave you. This is going to be one heck of a project.
Author’s Note: this was a lot of fun to write and there will be more coming!! NANCY WITH THIS HAIRCUT *feral queer sounds*
#nancy stranger things#isaiah’s idiocy#stranger things x reader#nancy x reader#nancy wheeler#nancy wheeler x y/n#nancy wheeler x you#nancy wheeler x Stutter! Reader#Nancy wheeler x Artist! Reader#Isaiah’s Idiocy
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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shin Ecstasy [01]
ー The scene starts in the living room of the Tsukinami manor
*Thud*
*SHATTER*
Yui: ( This sound...It’s Shin-kun...isn’t it? )
( He’s been acting like that all the time as of late... )
( After what happened with Carla-san, I suppose I can hardly blame him but... )
( But if he’s going to take out his anger on things every day like that, you also can’t blame me for being worried. )
( ...That being said, it’s not like there’s anything I can do... )
ー Shin enters the room
Yui: Ah...Shin-kun...
Shin: ...Che...You, huh?
What? Could you please just leave me alone?
You can tell that I’m on edge, can’t you?
Yui: ( He’s in a bad mood after all...But...Ah! )
But you’re wounded!?
( His hand is bleeding...! )
Shin: Aah? I mean, this shit happens if you go around breaking glass all day, doesn’t it?
...Why are you making that face? Are you worried about me or something?
Yui: Yeah...I mean, the cuts are pretty deep, you know?
Shin: ...Who do you think you’re talking to?
This barely counts as a scratch to me.
Yui: ( It might not be that big of a deal to him but... )
( Still...I can’t watch this. )
Shin: So, did you need anything from me? If not, could you stop wasting my time over every single little thing?
Yui: I-I do something I want to ask.
Shin: ...What?
Selection
→ How much glass have you shattered? (S)
Yui: How much glass have you shattered?
Shin: Hah? Why do you need that information?
Yui: Well...
Shin: ...I don’t remember that crap.
Why does it even matter? I can break as much glass as I want.
Is that all you wanted to ask? I’m pretty sure I told you to stop wasting my time with trivial bullshit?
Yui: Ah, no! That’s not it...
Shin: ...You still need something?
→ I want you to show me your injury. (M)
Yui: I was hoping you’d show me the cuts...
Shin: The cuts? You enjoy looking at other people’s injuries?
Yui: That’s not it! I’m just worried about them...
Shin: Hmー... But there’s absolutely no reason why I should show you, is there?
If that’s all you need, I’m leaving. Get out of the way.
Yui: ( He won’t even listen to me...In that case...! )
Yui: Um...Won’t you let me tend to your wounds?
Shin: Haah? What did you say just now? Treatment? For a Founder like myself?
Hah! You really are an idiot after all. How many times do I need to tell you it’snot necessary?
Yui: But...I can’t watch this any longer...
Is that...too much to ask...?
( Uu...He’s glaring at me...I guess I’ll get yelled at after all... )
Shin: ...Haah.
ー Shin takes a seat
Yui: Eh...?
Shin: How long are you going to keep on standing there? Hurry up.
Yui: Eh? ...I can patch you up?
Shin: If I didn’t want you to, I’m pretty sure I would have left the room by now.
But only because it’s annoying to have you look at me with those eyes, okay? So would you please hurry up already?
Yui: ...Yeah! I’ll get everything ready right away!
*Rustle*
Shin: ...Hmph.
Yui: Um...Then, could you show me your hand?
Shin: ...Nn.
*Rustle*
Yui: ( Wow...Now that I can see it from up close, it really is no joke. )
( I better disinfect it first... )
Shin: ...! ...Hey, what did you just put on there?
Yui: Eh? What do you mean? ...Disinfectant...?
( Does he not like it? )
Shin: Hmー... How should I put it. It feels icky so cut it out.
Yui: I-I’m sorry...
( While it may not be a direct risk to their life, I suppose they still experience the pain of the wound or the stinging sensation of the disinfectant. )
I’m done disinfecting the wound. I’ll wrap a bandage around it next, okay?
Shin: ...
Yui: Um...It kind of makes it difficult when you’re staring at me like that...
Shin: Oh shut up. Stop complaining and get on with it.
Yui: Okay...
Shin: ...
Yui: ( Uu...! )
Um, Shin-kunーー!
Shin: Pfft...
Yui: Kyah!? What!?
( He blew air into my air...! )
Shin: Haha! Your fault for totally letting your guard down in front of me.
Yui: Wha...!?
Shin: I was thinking about all the horrible things I could do to you while you were so defenseless...
But well, I suppose you showed me something interesting by treating the wounds of a Founder, so I let you off the hook for now.
Hehe...See you.
ー Shin walks away
Yui: ( He left... )
( But he cracked a small smile just now, didn’t he? In which case...I guess I’m glad. )
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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Crossroad ♱ Crowd 6
Location: Underground Livehouse
Rei: …Are you satisfied, Bouzu.
Keito: Yes. Everything is generally going as I planned. For once, you listened to me, just like you promised—I’m saved.
Rei: I don’t break my promises~ I won’t—never again.
But yanno, is this really lookin’ good for ya?
I’m standin’ on this stage as a part of your group, performin’ for the underground livehouse… So I did grant that wish of yours.
But, really, the hell’s it gonna change?
Keito: I’m sure you understand my intentions, yet you’re still putting me through the trouble of explaining?
The purpose of all this is to cleanse and control this underground livehouse, as it has become a hang-out spot for delinquents.
Rei: Yep. This all began with that, right? Defeatin’ the delinquents, gettin’ a good rep with the teachers and all.
You wanna remove the eyesores an’ strengthen your plan’s foundation, then move to the next step.
Keito: For that very reason, we are holding this event. This performance, the DEADMANZ live, will settle the trouble of this underground livehouse.
Rei: That name sounds a lil’ embarassin’, though. Like, c’mon, is this “DEADMANZ live” supposed to be dead or alive?
Ah well, I can tell you’re keen to bring lil ol’ Rei-sama-chan—who’s become so worn out he’s a livin’ corpse—back to life.
So it’s a live that’s by the dead, an’ for the dead, huh?
Kinda sounds like a buncha devils an’ demons bouncin’ around in hell, so the perfect name for this live, huh~? But I wouldn’t know.
Keito: Don’t get too deep into the name of it, I just didn’t have the time to pick out anything too artistic.
Anyways, the DEADMANZ live is a fierce live battle.
Anyone interested is free to form a group, and then they’d perform on stage for a set amount of time.
The audience will be the judge, scoring us as they see fit.
And at the end of all the performances, the group with the most points will be the victor.
As a prize, they’ll gain the right to control all groups participating in the event.
Rei: In short, you’re sayin’ that if ya lose, you gotta listen to the winners from then out, right~?
It’s the right approach when ya wanna corral a buncha delinquents, ‘cause they obey the law of power.
They live in a world of beasts—the weak are just meat the strong eat kinda thinkin’.
Of course, if ya lose, you’re gonna have to be obedient an’ do what you’re told. It takes guts to jump the mental hurdle of runnin’ that risk, but—
Keito: For that very reason, I’m bringing you out.
If you’re standing at the top giving all the orders, everyone will listen. It seems like those delinquents adore you, too.
And, on the off chance someone actually manages to win against you…
Then they could make the super-star Sakuma Rei obey them. That there, that’s an irresistible payout.
Rei: Ahaha. So I’m just bait on a hook, an’ you’re gonna cast me into the water to snag all the delinquents up an’ throw ‘em in a net like a buncha fish.
Simple but effective. The event's winners and losers will be explicitly stated, so it’s clean-cut.
Well, there’s no way people who haven’t been takin’ themselves seriously can defeat Sakuma Rei~ The outcome is clear as day—we’re gonna be the champions.
Bein’ honest, ya put me on the spot here without any rehearsals an’ all, so it’s gonna be a real challenge. But, well, I wouldn’t be Sakuma Rei if I couldn’t pull this off like it’s nothin’~
Anyhow, I gotta head back overseas startin’ tomorrow, so I can’t take part in all that governin’ stuff.
But since you’d be my groupmate, you can use my name to go reformin’ the underground livehouse as you please.
Sakuma-san is handing over all authority to me.
This is an order from Sakuma-san: sober up and become model students~… And that’s how ya plan on settin’ these delinquents on the right track, yeah? Wow, that’s well thought out.
Impressive, impressive. It’s just an empty theory, though.
Can ya guarantee these delinquents will keep their word? They could still go an’ do anythin’ they want outside of the underground livehouse, right~?
Keito: But the conditions you presented—that I must use you to fix the problems with the underground livehouse… they were along those lines, were they not?
And if I succeed, you will obey me from here on out.
If that’s the case, I don’t care what happens to them in the future—so long as you’re conveniently serviceable to me.
If I can solve the problem that is the underground livehouse, victory is mine.
That’s what the DEADMANZ live is all about.
Rei: You really think I’m some all-mighty god, huh? You’re thinkin’ way too highly of me… Well now, ya did good, for somethin’ ya thought up in just a week.
Ya gave me a reckless theory, but I can see ya worked through every lil’ detail of your plan, huh?
How voting works, makin’ the rules of this DEADMANZ live clear, ensuring victory by preparin’ outfits an’ givin’ lessons…
But ya know what, Bouzu? You’re still so naive~ It’s not like you’re the author of this story, ‘cause ya aren’t the one an’ only game master.
This is me and you tryin’ to outwit one another, a lot more like a game of chess.
Did ya really think I was gonna just shut up, sit back, an’ watch everythin’ unfold?
If I didn’t do anythin’, then yeah, everythin’ would play out just the way you planned.
…Buuut, I’m sorry to say, I’m not the kinda dumbass monster that can be tricked as easily as those ya see in fairy tales~
So don’t act like you’re winnin’ just ‘cause ya brandished some of your wit~
Keito: …Naturally, I anticipated that you wouldn’t keep quiet and move exactly how I wanted—I know you.
I’ve known you for a long time. So, I’ve put a precautionary measure in place.
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