#pulling every plug and waiting and then restarting

[sofusgirl]

Ugh.

Was actually starting to look forward to playing Dragon Age: the Veilguard.

Bought the physical disc version for my ps5, bc it's cheaper than digital by like 20-30 dollars or so. And even splurged on an ssd unit to increase storage on my ps5.

Installing the ssd: fine, easy peasy.

Playing my new game: problem.

my disc drive is fucked.

It refuses to read any disc. No error or anything, no "unable to read disc". It just takes the disc, I hear it spin a little, then nothing. Nothing happens.

When this happened with a movie (dvd) i tried a few weeks ago I assumed it was bc the dvd was old as heck and really worn down. But this game is brand new. No scratches, no dust.

I tested it with BG3 as well, since I've already played that, so I know that disc is fine, and if that works it's the game disc that is defective, but no. "Insert disc to play" when I try starting BG3, when the disc has already been inserted.

So it's off to get repaired, hopefully. We'll see.

[sccrim]

she’s just like candy ── toji fushiguro

ʬʬ . warnings ▧ ▧ smut w plot , teasing , choking , slapping , hair grabbing , oral male , degrading , praising , spitting , public sex , pnv , unprotected , cream pies

you teasing toji everytime he was around you. eventually he couldn’t take it anymore

i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did.

1.3k words not proof read

"sorry to interrupt, but here's everyone's coffee." you spoke, giving everyone each of their coffees. you never mind grabbing them since it was always on gojos business card and he always insisted on you buying yourself coffee too.

"i didn't forget about your detail coffee mr. fushiguro." you smiled and place the drinks in the middle. you were bent over the around table. toji leaned back with his finger on his chin seeing your whole ass now. the way your short tight shirt fit perfectly against your thighs and ass. "anything else for you mr. gojo?" gojo nodding his head no. you smiled at everyone and closing the door behind you. toji reminiscing the way your outfit was tight on you.

you sat at your desk going through gojos schedule to add on or take off things he wanted. when you looked up, you saw toji. he couldn’t keep his eyes off your breast. you had on a white button up sleeve but since your boobs popped out you had a couple buttons off. "can i help you mr. fushiguro." you smiled. "why did you have to work for gojo and not me." he fake frowned. "because i wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you." you laughed. god, he loved that laugh. the way your smile lit up the room.

"i wouldn’t mind you getting me coffee anytime."

"who said i couldn’t get you coffee everyday. your one floor up." you teased. to be fair you always flirted with all the upper males. it just made your job easier for the day. women hated you for it but you didn’t care. you never once got complained on. "i don’t think gojo would mind if i stole you for a couple weeks."

"to do what for you mr. fushiguro? you have an assistant already." you playing around with your pen. toji eyeing your every move. "come find out." you laughed. you picked up the phone seeing that it was gojo. "yes sir?" you applied gloss on your lips. you didn’t care that toji was right in front of you. if anything you liked it. the way he would want your lips on him. "yes sir, i’ll get it done right away." you hung up the phone. "sorry mr. fushiguro duty calls." you winked, walking off.

if eyes could fuck, yours would be amazing. fushiguro groaned in annoyance, feeling his cock about to turn rock solid. "im done with this game." he whispered trying to find you.

you chewing your gum, waiting for the printer to print the copies for gojos next meeting. "come on." you rolled your eyes, seeing that the printer stopped functioning. you bent down to pull the cord and plug it back in. you heard the printer restart. "better fucking work." you spoke. you turned your body hearing the door close. "stalking now? thought you were better then this."

"i’m done with your games y/n."

"what games?"

"come on, don’t act stupid."

"you know what’s funny?" you laughed. "hm?" he walked closer to you as you were leaning against the counter. "everytime we have a conversation, you always seem to get hard? and yet you never seem to find me and fuck me." bold of you. "you have no idea how bad i wanna fuck the shit out of you."

"tell me mr. fushiguro, how bad?" you looked up at him with your lashes. toji getting closer to you. "i want you screaming my fucking name. telling me don’t stop. i want you in tears."

you got on your knees, unbuckling his belt. toji placing his hand on your chin while moving his thumb against your lips. "be a good girl and spit on it." he whispered. your saliva hitting his tip. your hand pumping his dick causing him to lean his head back. you place his dick in your mouth. going back and forth. toji soft moaning. gripping your head guiding you to go faster. the faster you went the more gagging happened.

he did not give a fuck. it turned him on even more. the way your mouth wrapped while his dick perfectly. you placing your other hand on the other half that couldn’t fit in your mouth. toji looking down at you. "fuck, take it all." he spoke. toji now, rocking back and forth as you continued to devour his cock. "look at you, being a fucking slut for me. how would gojo feel if he saw you being a dirty fucking slut in his printer room."

"unbutton your shirt."

you took your shirt off while he was pumping his dick. toji watched your take off your shirt when he lifted you up. you now sitting on your counter. he lifted your shirt up seeing your black thong. toji tapping his dick against your clit. he could tell you were wet just by the moist noise from just his dick tapping your wet pussy. "look how wet you are for me." he couldn’t wait any longer, he slammed into you, causing you to moan. toji thrusting into you at a fast pace. his head on your shoulder moaning.

"so. fucking. wet."

"toji—"

toji gripping your hair causing your head to lean back. toji giving your kisses on your neck. "holy fuck. y/n." he kept the same pace. hitting your g spot. "please toji— don’t stop."

"shit feels good huh?"

"fucking speak." you moaned in agreement. "can’t even speak. fucking pathetic." he kissed his teeth. "open your mouth for me." toji spitting in your mouth. you had never been fucked this good. "i’m gonna—"

"cum for me."your body shaking. "i’m not finished with you yet." toji turning you around. he slammed back into you. "i don’t care how many times you cum, you’re gonna be screaming for me." he slapped your ass causing it to be red. he placed his hands on your shoulder, thrusting into you. "you feel so fucking good." he moaned. his balls slapping against you. "toji—" you moaned back.

this is what he wanted and he got it. all those times you teased him with bending over, rubbing your leg against his, the way you placed your gloss right in front of him. "be a good doll and suck on my finger." he placed his finger in your mouth. toji getting harder, feeling how wet his finger was. "baby, you’re so fucking perfect. your pussy was made just for me." this man was so pussy whipped and you didn’t even care. you loved how his dick fit so perfect in you.

he wrapped his hand around ur neck, slamming into you. his other hand in front of your clit, rubbing it in circles. your body began to shake again. "i’m cumming—" toji loved this.

your body wanted more. you knew you would be sore but you did not care. you wanted this more than ever. your phone began to ring. "answer it." you nodded your head no. "fucking answer it." you grabbed your phone and swiped to answer it. it was gojo. fuck. "yes mr. gojo?" you tried so hard not to moan. "yes, sorry about the wait. the printer had to reset. so i had to reprint them. i’ll be done soon." toji going at a fast pace.

"fuck." you moaned. "if only he knew." he laughed. toji placed his hands on your hips, all you hear is the clapping against each others skin. "hang on just a little longer for me, doll." he moaned about to come to his climax. thrusting fasted and faster. "fuck i’m gonna cum." he pulled out and snapped his finger for you to get on ur knees.

pumping his dick as you opened your mouth. "fuck—" his breathing getting heavier, trying to catch his breath. "swallow it all for me." he finished in your mouth. you looked up at him with your innocent eyes following his command. "now go give gojo his papers." he smiled.

tags . @rissouu

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[notarmedandnotdangerous]

+18 mdni! watch your mouth; a fic where bucky's your boss, and you're his secretary. he ends up getting himself into a lot of trouble with you.

cw: dom!m!reader, sub!bucky, slightly mean!reader, use of toys (plug, cock ring), bucky worshipping reader, punishing bucky, use of the 'traffic light' safe word system, edging bucky til he passes out

word count: >2.5k

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9.1] [9.2]

a/n: lowk feel bad for making reader treat him so meanly but !! he couldve said no but he let you toy w him anyway!

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today was the second day of the long week of training.

bucky woke up already hard. you had offered him to sleep in a spare room of your house. there were too many days of control, too many nights spent with your voice in his head. his cock throbbed, you hadn’t even touched him, not even once. he didn’t have to, he knew that if he obeyed, you’d definitely give him what he wanted, and more.

when he entered the living room, you were already waiting. you stood near the window sill, your shirt was unbuttoned dangerously low.

he dropped to his knees, and pressed the plug in without being told. 

you didn’t explain, just unfastened your shirt slowly, revealing a sliver of skin at a time. you offered yourself in pieces. first, a glimpse of your stomach, the line of your collarbone. you left the shirt on, framing your torso. you undid your belt next, letting it hang around your waistband. you sat back on the couch. 

“well?”

bucky’s lips parted instantly, he leaned in, trembling slightly. he looked up at you, and you gave him a nod, a sign for him to continue. he pressed a kiss to your calf.

“slower.”

so he slowed, pressing his mouth to your calf again, then the edge of your knee, your thighs. every kiss was slow, and calculated, as if he was scared he’d fuck up.

“t-thank you, sir.” he whispered in between kisses, each one breathier than the last. “thank you.”

not once did you let him near your cock, despite how close his lips wandered. part of him wanted to, so badly. 

he had started to kiss the inside of your knees, moving up to your thighs. his face was inches away from your cock, thick, and resting against the fabric of your boxers. he could smell you, could feel the heat of you. he watched the slight twitch of your cock beneath the cotton. 

you told him to show gratitude, not hunger. 

bucky tried, he really did. but with the way his cock was leaking onto his stomach, and thighs, his mind was fuzzy. you were right there in front of him, shirt open, boxers hanging dangerously low on your hips.

you hadn’t told him to stop.

he shouldn’t have, but he did. he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cock through your boxers. it was soft, and needy. he wanted to go further, but there were fingers in his hair.

you pulled him back, hard. he gasped as his head tilted, forced to meet your eyes.

“i said gratitude, not hunger.” 

“i-i’m sorry, sir. i couldn’t-”

“no, you could have.” your grip tightened in his hair, earning a whine from him. “you just chose not to.”

“all i ask is for you to be patient.”

“i’m sorry..”

“no you’re not. you think you can push me, see how far you can go without being punished. let me be clear, this isn’t a game, you don’t get to test me.” you sat back in your chair. “you’re going to read to me. one chapter, no mistakes, no stuttering. you know what happens if you mess up.”

bucky’s throat went dry, when he realised he might have to restart his entire process of pleasing you.

“and this will keep you focused.”

the plug buzzed to life, and he gasped. it was already ramping up to max speed, and he bit his lip in an effort to stay quiet, and composed.

“three chances, read.” you handed him a book. “i’ll control the plug throughout your reading, go on.”

the first time, bucky thought he could pull through. his knees were raw from kneeling on the carpet, while the plug vibrated violently in him. then, he started:

“..he didn’t speak when he entered the room.” his voice was shaky, but clear. he made it through the first few lines, jaw clenched tightly.

you turned the vibrations down slightly, and he spoke, clearer. 

the moment he got to ‘i crawled towards him.’, his hips bucked. you turned on a pattern that hit his sweet spot in the right frequency. he shifted, grinding down into nothing, desperate for friction, while a soft moan escaped his mouth. he froze when he realised what he had done.

“again.”

bucky swallowed, face burning as he gripped the book tighter. he was shaking now, trying to stay focused. he started again, this time reading out faster. he was hoping that if he hurried, he could finish earlier, and be free from this.

“i crawled towards him. i was already wet.. he knew that..” his voice cracked on ‘wet’. “he didn’t c-check, not yet.” his thighs shook as the plug inside him pulsed again. he stuttered, bit down on a gasp, and forgot where he last stopped reading.

you didn’t speak, just raised an eyebrow at him.

“again.” he whispered before you even told him.

the third time, he made it halfway through, since you gave him a lower vibration.

“he unbuckled his belt, slowly.” he flinched, his voice trembled on the word ‘slowly’. he wasn’t just reading anymore, he was letting himself feel it, with each pulse of the plug in him. “i kept- i k-kept- fuck!” the vibrator had turned up to maximum speed without warning, and he dropped the book on his lap. he was flushed, leaking, and trembling so violently he could barely breathe, let alone think.

“i’m giving you an extra chance, continue.” you spoke, you were setting him up for failure.

and so, bucky began to read once more. one last time.

“he didn’t speak when he entered the room.” his voice was wrecked from holding back his noises. “the sound of the b-belt snapping..” his body spasmed. “he- fuck, he dragged the chair..” his hips shifted, unfortunately all it did was press the toy harder into his sweet spot. 

you observed his reactions, before you turned on a pattern that vibrated at max speed. 

“he sat down, legs wide. he n-nodded, that was- was the s- aah..” the book slipped from his hands again as his thighs clamped together. “i- i can't..” 

the silence was deafening, you didn’t answer.

“i-i can’t, sir.. i tried- fuck! i t-tried, swear. i can’t read it a-again.. mmh, sir, please? please don’t make me..” he gave up, slumping now. “please- please, just p-punish me..”

“you want punishment now?” you tilted your head at him. “is that what you think you deserve?”

bucky nodded frantically.

“i can’t r-read.. can’t take the words anymore..” he spoke, his voice trembling. “need you- fuck.. to take the choice away.” the plug still didn’t stop, continuing to buzz in him.

you stood up, walking over to him. then, you crouched in front of bucky, who was flushed, and broken. you cupped his face gently.

“you want to stop thinking?”

he nodded.

“need me to decide what happens next?”

“y-yes, please..”

“on the couch, come on.” 

bucky scrambled to get on the couch. his legs barely worked while his arms shook under his weight. he moved like he was drunk. the plug inside of him didn’t stop. every small movement of his pushed it deeper against his sweet spot, and he almost cried out from it. he draped himself over the couch, chest pressing into the pillows as he held onto the edge of the couch for support.

“you okay? what’s your colour?”

“g-green, please. fuck, so green..”

you turned off the vibrator inside him just long enough to remove it. you replaced it with something longer though. 

the moment he felt the toy inside him, he felt it press against every hypersensitive spot he had tried to ignore.

then, you turned it on, mid-speed. the cock ring came next.

bucky let out a strangled moan when you slipped it on him. it was tight, and snug around the base of his cock. you turned it on to medium speed as well. the mix of internal, and external stimulation hit him like a punch. he arched, helplessly, into the couch. 

“oh my god, s-sir..” 

“shh.” your hands pressed him firmly against the couch, positioning him the way you wanted. “don’t cum. if you do, i’ll edge you the whole day.”

“i won’t- i-i swear! i- oh..” 

you didn’t need to say anything else anymore, your punishment was working effectively.

bucky twitched, he was overstimulated, and his cock leaked. the cock ring kept him painfully hard, while the toy inside him kept him open. he couldn’t run from the pleasure, all he could do was take it. he sobbed into the couch, thighs shaking.

“p-please..”

you leaned in close behind him, your lips brushing against his ear, and he whined.

“you begged me for punishment, so take it. show me how much you can take without falling apart.”

“yes- yes..”

“good, then stay still.”

“i-i will..”

you smiled, turning the cock ring’s vibration up a notch.

the couch was warm under bucky’s chest. the buzz hadn’t stopped in what felt like an eternity. he didn’t know how long he had been bent over the couch. his cock was locked in the snug yet cruel buzz of the cock ring, while he was filled, and pulsing around the slow buzz of the toy inside him.

he was shaking like a leaf. the only measure of time he had was your voice, and the way you would just turn the cock ring up just one more level, or press your palm in between his shoulder blades to hold him in place every time he got close.

“don’t you dare.”

“please- please sir, l-let me-”

“you’re not close enough.” you spoke from behind him, pressing your fingers against his lower back to keep him still.

“i-i am, swear on it..”

“and you think that begging is going to convince me that you’ve earned it.”

“i’ll do anything- please, i just need it so bad..”

“need what?”

“..to cum.”

“no.”

the word hit bucky like a slap to the face. the ache was too much. it wasn’t pleasure anymore, it was unbearable.

you leaned in, sliding your hand down his side. you moved lower, letting your fingers graze his cock, and he whimpered, physically jolting away.

“still hard. you’re leaking down your thighs, and onto my couch.”

“i-i can’t.. can’t hold it..”

“you can if you try hard enough.”

the toy inside him pulsed, harder this time.

he screamed into the couch cushion as he came close again. he was just about to beg again when you slapped the inside of his thigh. it was sharp, and controlled. he collapsed back onto the couch with a sob.

“keep going.” you turned the toy inside him down by just a notch. 

bucky’s body no longer twitched in panic, just melted. he was boneless, overheated, and overstimulated from the edging. his mind was floating now, all he could think of was the cool touch of your hand on the warm skin of his lower back. 

he didn’t even cry this time, just begged, soft, and repetitive.

“please.. please..”

you said nothing.

when he got close, you turned the toy’s vibrations down. he let out a shaky gasp, and went limp, no longer protesting. he tried to obey, tried to be good. but with the way his cock was leaking so pitifully, the way he clenched around the toy inside him with every hum, he couldn’t handle it. there was no friction, no rhythm, just sensations thrown at him.

“sir-” he choked on a sob. “i can’t..”

you didn’t answer, not like you had to anyway.

bucky kept trying to breathe through it, kept trying to focus, kept muttering under his breath repeatedly:

‘don’t cum. don’t disappoint.’

then it broke. it wasn’t release. somewhere between the third or fourth time you edged him, his body just.. quit. 

he twitched once, moaning incoherently as his limbs gave out, and his breathing slowed. then, he was gone.

you noticed almost immediately, and hurried to gently remove the toys from him. you laid him carefully across the couch. his body twitched in oversensitivity. 

he was flushed, and thoroughly fucked out.

you ran a hand through his hair, bending down to press a kiss to his temple, and he whined.

“you’ve given your all today, did so good.”

after he calmed down, you cleaned him up, and dropped him back home.

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[chris-hartley]

Happy Pride!

This prompt partially came to me from @samgiddings for our Total Drama OCs Skylar and Kai (aka Skai) and the prompts: Road Trip / Proposal! Hope you enjoy and for all fun little updates regarding these two, do check out our blog @teadocs hehe.

ALSO! This fic comes with a playlist to go with it :D Check it out here <3

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“BABE,” Kai said excitedly, looking down at his phone.

Skylar looked up at him from where he’d been busy curating an Instagram post documenting the trip he and Kai had taken to the Zoboomafoo anniversary experience.

“Noah Kahan is going on tour!” Kai seemed excited as his eyes scanned the dates, and his face dropped, “But he’s not coming to Adelaide.”

“Who is Noah Kahan?” Sky looked at him confused.

Kai’s jaw dropped, “I can’t wait to introduce you to him. You’re gonna love his music.”

“O…kay?”

And sure enough, a few moments later, a twangy guitar came from Kai’s portable speaker, the guy’s vocals singing, “As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must’ve had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive.”

Skylar stopped Kai with a simple hand raised, “Wait. What’s this song called?”

“Stick Season,” Kai responded, confused, “Why? Do you know it?”

“No,” Skylar searched up the lyrics on his phone, “Lyrics. Can’t hear.”

“Do I need to turn it up?”

“Audio processing issues,” he shook his head.

Kai nodded, “Is that why you don’t listen to music that much?” Skylar shrugged but then waved his hand for Kai to restart the song and let it play once he had Genius lyrics pulled up in front of him.

“And I love Vermont, but it’s the season of the sticks. And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed. And it’s half my fault I just like to play the victim. I’ll drink alcohol ‘til my friends come home for Christmas.”

Skylar nodded along as the third chorus came on, finding the song rather catchy.

“Sooooo?”

“I like it,” Skylar smiled softly, “Do you wanna go see the show?”

“It’s in Melbourne… or Brisbane… Or Sydney.”

“And? We could take a little road trip to one of them.”

“Babe, that’s a minimum 8 hour drive to Melbourne.”

Skylar didn’t seem bothered, shrugging, “Then I guess we don’t have to.”

Kai nodded, looking downcast but accepting it wasn’t meant to be this time.

---

SKY: Come outside.

KAI: I’m about to leave for work.

SKY: I called in a favor. You’re off work this weekend.

KAI: What?

SKY: Just come outside. Please.

---

Kai came out from the apartment and spotted Skylar not in his work uniform (despite him supposed to be working too), standing in front of a van.

“Hi love. Get in and get changed,” Skylar opened up the van’s sliding door to reveal it was a converted van and there was a stylish outfit Kai had never seen on a hanger inside the van.

“What are we doing?”

“It’s a surprise. Get changed. Get in the passenger seat. We’re going on a trip.”

“A trip? To where?”

“It’s a surprise. Is that okay?”

Kai chuckled, his face lighting up, “More than okay. Let’s do it.”

Skylar got in the driver's side, plugging his phone to the aux and queueing up a playlist of every song Kai had shown Skylar in the 4 years they’d been dating. He’d been carefully compiling it, not sure why he’d ever need it, but then this impromptu road trip came to mind and it was a perfect time.

The first song that played was a Wallows song, “These Days”. Skylar nodded along to the music as Kai got in the passenger song.

“I need to know if you’re feeling it or I’m wasting my time. Your way or mine?” Kai sang along.

“You ready?”

Kai nodded, beaming, “Take us away, my love.”

---

First stop was Stirling, a meet 20 minutes from Adelaide, the two of them pulling up outside the Aldi.

“Snacks,” Skylar announced as they pulled up.

“I was hoping we weren’t dressing up to go to an Aldi,” Kai joked, getting out of the van and heading inside.

Skylar chuckled, taking Kai’s hand in his as they walked inside, grabbing snacks and drinks for the drive. Skylar let it slip they’d be driving for a while and to stock up on stuff for the ride.

They checked out, heading back to the van and getting in.

Skylar stuck his drink in the cup holder and smiled, starting up the music again. This time, a funky piano with Valley’s vocals came through the speakers, “I always thought I’d meet the one at a record shop or something fun.”

They pulled back onto the freeway and Skylar grinned as Kai looked out the window, shimmying as the chorus hit.

“Love,” Skylar chuckled, “You should probably take videos of this trip. To look back on.”

“Oh? Okay.” Kai took out his phone, recording the road and then the two of them.

“Oh shit, are we in love?” The singer’s voice said and Skylar mouthed the words, leading to a chuckle and a kiss on the cheek from Kai.

“We are,” he reassured the video before turning it off.

---

More song and more driving, seemingly in the middle of nowhere at this point, Kai asked again, “Where is it we’re going?”

“To Melbourne.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see,” Skylar said, keeping his mouth shut, motioning with a simple zip.

“Sky,” Kai chuckled.

Skylar pretended his lips were actually zipped shut and spoke muffledly.

“I love you.”

Sky unzipped his lips to say, “I love you too,” before zipping them again with a chuckle.

Kai got comfortable in his seat and drifted to sleep.

“You feel like city lights, apple pie baked just right. Home is wherever you are tonight.”

Skylar glanced over at him and sighed peacefully. He was reminded of a poetry book of Kai’s he read one time. Most of them were things he never felt so he didn’t understand them. But this one came to him again at this moment. And it finally made sense.

Driving the road in the middle of the night,

Not a car in sight,

My world asleep in the seat beside me.

It’s moments like this that make life worth living.

I take a picture, worth a thousand words I could not write.

Skylar wished he could take a picture of it, but he was okay that it would just exist in his mind forever.

---

The road sign Skylar was following said Melbourne. Kai stirred, rubbing his eyes, “Melbourne? Sky, love, why are we going to Melbourne?”

He shrugged, continuing to drive.

Sure enough, they went into the city, pulling up to The Forum. The sign outside said: “NOAH KAHAN” in big letters.

Kai’s eyes lit up, “WHAT?!”

“Surprise, love.”

“H- wh- Skylar!” Kai reached across the car once they were parked, hugging Skylar tightly.

Sky hugged him back with a grin, kissing his temple, “Is it a good surprise?”

“A great surprise. Thank you.”

“Good.”

---

Noah stood on the stage, introducing the song Everywhere, Everything and Skylar took a deep breath. He’d memorized every song from his discography and done research to find out which songs were played at the concerts every night.

“I wanna love you til we’re food for the worms to eat, til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.”

Skylar took Kai’s hand, squeezing it. As Kai looked over at him, Skylar sank down onto one knee, a nervous smile on his face, “Surprise again?”

Kai gasped, “No way. SKYLAR!”

“Will you marry me?”

Kai’s eyes welled with tears as he nodded, “Yes. YES!”

The people surrounding them cheered as Skylar slid a ring onto Kai’s finger. He stood back up and kissed him happily.

The rest of the concert they were inseparable. And when they returned to Adelaide, everyone at the zoo congratulated them.

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Eddie's Education: Chapter 21

Minors DNI

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Chapter 21

The rain came down in loud gray torrents outside of Leia's warm little apartment while the team huddled together in her living room, thinking out loud and trying to plan, sharing every scrap of information and experience from the last few hours.

The news had spread to the entire town by now that Dr. John Ferguson, dean of Hawkins Community College had died that morning from a heart attack. Although no one in that room (or in most of Hawkins for that matter) would particularly mourn the death of such an unpleasant man, the little team was fairly certain it was no ordinary death.

Dustin was pacing in the middle of the room, thankfully taking the lead since Eddie and Leia were both too exhausted to even think clearly.

“Okay,” Dustin said clapping his hands, cracking his knuckles, and talking through his deductions like a dorky Sherlock. “I pulled a few strings at the coroner's office and saw the postmortem notes and photos...”

“Hold the fucking phone! You What? How?” exclaimed Steve.

Dustin resumed, saying loudly, “It doesn't matter Steve! We needed to know for sure that it's Vecna.” Steve threw up his arms in a resigned huff. Dustin continued in a softer voice, setting his hand gently on Leia's shoulder. “It is Vecna, Leia, I'm sorry.”

She nodded her head, saying with a bland expression, “great...”

“But!” Dustin said, holding up his finger. “I have a theory. The good news is, this time it doesn't seem like he can break through someone's mind enough while they're awake to physically hurt them. I think they have to be asleep for him to have his full power...power to kill. I guess killing him once must have weakened him. Also...”

“Wait! He used to be able to physically harm people when they're awake?” Leia asked, puzzled.

“Yeah..but...but now he could probably only make you hallucinate, scare you at best, when you're awake. He wouldn't be able to kill you...and of course music can pull you out as well,” he explained as if that would make her feel much better.

Eddie screamed at Dustin.“For fuck sake, Henderson!” as he came over to put an arm around his girlfriend, who still looked exhausted and vacant. Leia crossed her arms and simply nodded numbly, thinking sure, this might as well happen. She was rapidly getting to a point where nothing surprised her.

Dustin and Robin grimaced and side-eyed each other. “Sorry,” she whined out. “But we didn't want to talk about that too much and scare you more if it wasn't necessary and, look, wasn't necessary. Yay!” Robin gave a weak, sarcastic little cheer. Leia sat down heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Eddie planted himself protectively next to Leia, and snipped, “is that all, Dustin? Huh? Any other great news for us?”

“Actually yes, butthead, there is better news. I think I know how to defeat him this time. I think that he was able to survive because after he technically died, his body remained and was reanimated by whatever power he sucks up from the upside-down. Whatever power the upside-down has, it's like a defibrillator times a thousand, and must regrow tissue better and faster than stem cells. It's the same reason Eddie survived. He was in the upside-down long enough that it restarted his heart and brain, then helped knit his body back together in a way that would have been impossible in our world.”

Eddie twitched and subconsciously stroked a finger over where his scars laid in ridges beneath the cotton of his shirt; as if even the mention of all of this made them throb and itch again.

Steve piped up. “So we need to kill this fucker again, and this time we have to make sure we drag him outside of the upside-down?” “Correct, dear Stevie. If we pull this bastard out of the weird biological stew that's keeping him on life support he won't stand a chance. I bet once we get him out of the upside-down he won't even be able to invade minds anymore. He needs his anchor-point to do so...has to be plugged into the outlet to charge up, and he can't move his body from that place in the upside-down as long as his mind is invading someone's here.”

“Are there still portals? And how will we know where his new nest is in the upside-down? We'll need to map it out,” Robin added.

“Well, we don't know...we're gonna have to....”

“What about weapons....

“Does anybody know how to get a hold of El again?”

“Why don't we...”

Everyone was on their feet again, debating and talking over each other...everyone except Leia who was still sitting in the same hunched position, eyes glazed over. No one noticed in the fury of their raucous discussion.

As she sat, in a twilight between waking and sleeping, she heard him; his voice like the creaking of an old door that shouldn't be opened.

Look at them.

She felt that gnarled hand under her chin again, as it lifted her head. Her apartment was again bathed in a surreal dark blue luminescence, everything looked hazy and sub-aquatic, but she could make out the shadowy figures and echoing sounds of her friends as they bickered and yelled. They were right there but seemed so far away, untouchable. The air moved languidly, fluidly, carrying sound more slowly, and weighing down upon her skin. Leia tried to stand but was cemented to her seat on the couch, she couldn't even rotate her head to see any more of Venca sitting next to her. Out of the corner of her eye she could barely see that he was slouched easily into the sofa next to her, an arm around her back as if they were a couple on a date. As if it were Eddie and herself, watching a movie.

Eddie! she tried to say. But the words only came out in her mind.

Hmmm...what about him, Leia? You think he could save you? Look at them, squabbling like children. You think any of them could save you?

I'm not sure...but...but maybe I could save them?

His hand was now smooth and cold and human; Henry's hand. He turned her head to face him, to meet his piercing blue eyes. Are you about to propose some kind of deal?

He cracked a lopsided grin, amused by the idea. I'm listening.

What if I came willingly? What if I let you kill me or take me, or whatever horrible thing you want with me, if it means you leave the rest of them alone? Especially Eddie.

He sighed and moved closer, looking more deeply into her eyes, reading the truth in her thoughts.

Oh! You really mean it don't you? It's adorable that you think you have any bargaining power here. You're smarter than that. Listen to me...he said, his voice becoming audible, lips moving as he spoke.

“I will win, no matter what. I will decide who lives and who dies, no matter what. And I will take you, no matter what. It'd be best if you make peace with that. I'll even get rid of the people who have hurt you and teach you to relish the death of your enemies, just as I do. I'm offering you such a lovely gift! Accept it.”

Looking into her mind, he could feel the fear and despair seeping in. He tutted as tears began to travel down her cheeks from the dark pools of her eyes, but he enjoyed seeing her break like this, so vulnerable. “Now now. Don't be sad,” he said breaking into a wide smile that didn't reach his frozen eyes. His long cold fingers wiped away her tears. “and don't be afraid. I have no desire to kill you. I'd rather not harm a single hair on your precious head,” Henry said, combing his bony white fingers through her black locks.

“Why?” she asked in a trembling whisper, her voice now free to leave her mouth.

“Because these days, I hunger for predators a good deal more than their prey. They...taste different. More meaty, more sustaining. And, thanks to your friends, I need heartier meals to regain strength these days.” He pointed over to where the shadows of her friends were still talking, “Of course, I have no trouble devouring some of the prey as well if they inconvenience me too much.”

Leia closed her eyes weeping, terrified of his power, feeling totally helpless to save her friends or herself, or her dear sweet Eddie. “No no...don't close your lovely eyes, darling,” Henry said with an artificially sweet smile, as he psychically forced her lids to open. “I want you to see. You'll be by my side, after all, when it all comes to pass.”

One cold hand wiped her tears away, while the other covered her forehead gently, like a nurse checking for a fever. Vecna was showing her his plan, his ideal of a utopia made in his image. As he did, he licked her tears off of his long fingers and hummed in satisfaction at the taste of her hurt, her sorrow, her gentle but stubborn empathy and kindness and grit which coated his tongue like sugar. It was somehow especially delectable. If the sour rage of the predators was his supper, she was an absolute confection of a dessert, and he would savor her eternally. She fascinated him far too much to kill her, this rare little bird. No. She would make a fine and clever pet for him...forever.

“Leia!” Eddie was screaming at her as she sat on the couch, eyes fogged over. Steve, vaulted over to her CD player and shakily hit the play button, cranking the sound up and blurting out a mantra of “Come on come on come on!” as they all clustered around the sofa.

Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am home again...

Robert Smith crooned out as Leia's obscured pupils swirled from dead gray back to her usual warm black-brown. She heard the music and her mind latched onto the opening chords like a rope pulling her to shore. The hand on her face no long felt bony, cold, and otherworldly. It felt warm and familiar. The fluid air in the blue-scale hallucination began to shudder and swirl down, like a deep pool being drained, leaving the warm colors of reality. She felt her head surface into lighter air and took deep heaving breaths. Her physical body awoke with a start, eyes flashing all the way open, lungs heaving for breath, Eddie's terrified face was in front of hers, his warm hands cradling her face as she came back to the waking world.

“Eddie!” she gasped, throwing her arms around him, shaking like a frightened animal. She began to rush her words out. “He...he was in my head...he gets inside of me. I...I tried to make a deal...myself for you and he wouldn't take it, Eddie. He won't...he won't stop. He's going to take me and I can't protect you...or..anyone. If he can get to me he can get to all of you....oh god.”

Eddie held on tight. “Shhhhh. Shhhh. Hey...hey it's okay. We'll make a plan okay...we'll fight together.”

He pulled away to look into her eyes. “Look at me...together...okay? We're all gonna do it together.” The gathered group nodded frantically to her, just as Eddie did. Then he kissed her quickly, desperately.

Leia looked around, still shaking, but entirely back in the room now, breath becoming more regular. She swallowed, gaining composure, come on, roll with the punches. It's what you're good at. Use what you've learned. She reminded herself, then said in a measured tone, “I think whatever plan you come up with. I shouldn't know it. If he can get into my head whenever he wants like this, I can't know your next steps.”

Dustin clapped a hand over his forehead. “Holy shit. Obviously. Why didn't I think of that?”

She gave a wry smile, “To be fair, Dustin, you've very suddenly had a lot to think of.

Robin said, “Right. Well, whatever we plan, we have to plan without you, but can you at least tell us what he's telling you? It might help us. I'm sure he's giving you clues. He likes the game of it.”

Leia took a deep breath. “Give me a second. It's like trying to remember a dream...well...I guess that's exactly what it is. He...he doesn't want to kill me.” Her face twisted in disgust. “He wants to keep me as a pet. He said he is more interested in killing predators than prey because it gives him more strength, but he's not averse to killing prey if it gets in his way.”

“Jesus!” Steve huffed, looking up with his hands on his hips.

Dustin just nodded seriously and said, “Good, Leia, that's valuable information.”

“Oh...and...and he said he won't take me with him yet. He said he has another 'gift' for me and it's not ready yet. He said to tell you all to...” She grimaced, like she was holding back bile, “to let me sleep well for a few nights. He has other work to do and he wants his pet to be healthy when he comes back for her.”

Dustin shrugged, “Well, you do need to sleep. We can't keep you awake forever like this. And if he visits you again, he doesn't intend to hurt you. It might give us more information. Oddly, he might be doing us a few favors here.”

They all looked at him, staring him down in slight disbelief at his blunt bedside manner; all except Leia.

“What?” Leia said, eyeing them all up. “He has a point, guys.”

Eddie flailed his arms stood and saying, “Nooo. No way. No fucking way we're just gonna trust that he means that shit he said and....and...give you to him??” His voice was rising, cracking.

Leia, looked him in the eye standing up and grabbing him by both arms, “Eddie, listen to me. We have to be rational here. Anything we do now has a risk. If he visits me, he can't visit anyone else at the same time, right?”

She looked to Dustin for confirmation. “Right.” he said with a nod.

“Then he can't get to whoever the next 'gift' is to murder. He can't get to any of you. The longer I keep him distracted, the less dangerous he is. Dustin, what...what if all of us make sure music is playing while we sleep, will that block him out from being able to get any of you?”

“Yeah,” Dustin said, eyes flitting around following her train of thought, “Yeah...brilliant. That would work. The only times he's been able to get to you is when the music stopped, and we can't all stay awake all the time.”

Dustin took the lead, deciding which of their team would be room mates for the next few days. Sleeping in shifts and keeping the music playing for the other. Steve and Robin lived together, so they were an obvious choice, and babysitter Steve was quick to offer Dustin a place at their house.

“Eddie? Leia?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, we got it.”

“I...I fell asleep last time and the music stopped and he got to her, man. I don't trust myself,” Eddie said, shaking.

Dustin nodded and said quietly with a hand on his shoulder. “I'll stay with you two here then? I know it's not an ideal...uh...romantic scenario.”

Leia chuckled. “It's okay, Dustin. Our minds aren't exactly on that right now. I mean, the first priority is killing an otherworldly demon wizard, after all. Besides, I'll make you breakfast in the morning.” she said with a smile.

Robin, came closer, her sky blue eyes gazing down to meet Leia's. “How...sorry to ask...but how are you taking all of this so well?”

Leia shrugged, “Vecna's not the first asshole who's tried to ruin my life, intimidate me, and bully me into submission. I guess I know the type.” She paused and smiled to Eddie, “and thanks to people who believe in me, I'm learning how to fight back.”

@sunflowerdaydreamer @veemoon

[hualianff]

Thinking about modern au artist HC who excels at various traditional art forms including ceramics, painting, and sculpting. Soon enough, the time comes for HC to learn the witchcraft that is digital art.

And man is it a phat STRUGGLE.

In general, HC talks out loud to himself during his artistic process - a quirk that XL (the husband) can’t help but find endearing.

(HC waiting for his shit to render: “anytime now…preferably within the next century…�� 🙄

HC shading: “what if we make you a little darker? just like that…hmm, I don’t hate it-??”

HC, confused: *aggressively scribbles on the screen* “HELLO?? WHY ARENT YOU BLENDING!?”

HC trying to find the layer where the stoopid random black dot is: “I WILL find you. I MUST…”

HC undoing one stroke a thousand times: “nope” *undos* “nope” *undos* “fuck you” *undos*)

***

Cue HC internally crying every month because “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH MY STYLE??” 😭😭

***

HC bent over his desk like shrimp. 🦐

XL insists HC takes breaks, for food and general rest. He massages HC’s neck, shoulders, back, and hands - HC naturally melts back into his beloved’s hands.

HC has a folder on his desktop titled “gege’s masterpieces” which are all of XL’s drawings for HC.

***

SQX: “ohmygod can you draw me!?”

HC: “nu”

HC goes back to drawing portraits of XL.

***

HC watching the piece he spent days drawing get surpassed in likes by a dumb doodle of his pets he did when battling artblock: “make it make sense” 😡

XL: “it’s because you made e’ming and ruoye so cute!” 🥰

***

Imagine HC mindlessly twirling his apple pen between his long fingers, even while he’s pacing around their apartment.

He also tends to play with the cap of the charging plug, resulting in him constantly losing it!! It’s such a tiny, white thing - it could be anywhere…

Somehow, XL magically finds the cap in the most unassuming places and puts it somewhere safe so he can hand it back when HC’s already pulling his hair out.

***

XL hangs his favorite pieces of HC’s artwork around their apartment !!

When guests come over for the first time, they’ll stare at the beautifully framed art pieces in awe.

And XL will proudly say,” oh, this is actually all of San Lang’s work! Isn’t he amazing?” 😊

***

Many people think HC’s signature is a distinct symbol, shape, or even an obscure drawing with a hidden message. In turn, this has caused HUGE debates on Twitter about what the signature actually means.

One popular stan account had successfully gathered clues over the years. After comparing a lot of pics, lives, doodles, etc., they come to the conclusion that the signature is actually a word.

But what exactly does it say?

Still unknown.

And when some indie magazine goes and interviews HC, THEY HAVE TO ASK.

Interviewer: “Crimson Rain, you must tell us, we’re begging, what does your signature mean? It’s been a topic of WAR for years amongst your fans!”

HC: “oh, it’s just my name”

Everyone: ☠️🤡☠️🤡☠️

Interviewer: “would you mind demonstrating for us?”

HC, shrugging: “sure”

HC, messing up the second stroke of his name: “wait no, let me restart”

***

Twitter trending tags:

#WHAT

#THAT’S HIS HAND WRITING???

#IM JARED 19

#CRIMSON RAIN

#HAND WRITING

#THIS WHOLE TIME !?

(2)

***

W/ @no-one-says-hi

[srbachchan]

DAY 5539

Jalsa, Mumbai                  April 16/17,  2023                Sun/Mon  8:21 AM

🪔 .. April 17 .. birthday of Ef Samarth Pawar from UAE (hope I got the name right .. Rasika ??) .. and anniversary of our Blog Home .. both turning 15 years .. and the endearment and affection of the Ef on this loving DAY .. happiness always .. ❤️

.. ✨

yes the mornings continue to inspire the thoughts for the day .. the entire day and as I get down to the connect , there is an entire DAY devoted to the well wishers who come from day on day and never flinch a look an expectation for that short moment at the gates of Jalsa .. 

and I felt they deserve a presence on this platform .. so there ..

the gifts and the mementos given with so much effort and love is so endearing and loved by me .. but the problem is I am running out of space .. where to keep them .. some adorn the home .. some the desk .. some I do wear .. and what of the rest .. ?

I do understand the love , but is there some way of restricting the gifts .. I know it is harsh to say this but if there is a solution then I would welcome it ..

❤️

the physicality of the body is rapidly becoming the most needed element in every day lives of the aged .. move keep mobile , get up and get , work out the system .. even the voice .. for that is what the necessary need is of the moment  .. 

So .. get up to put that switch on .. fetch that glass of water on your own .. pull out the dress and clothes to be worn by the self .. wipe clean the area where you sit yourself .. clean the wash room .. check on the non function ability of a mechanism yourself - a fused bulb, a short circuited wire fuse , a non functioning door knob or key hole , get the W40 and spray it yourself till it functions , remove the power plug to the set top box or the Apple box to restart the play if it does not work or freezes ( most equipments do get back to function mode when that is done - or so I have seen the Tech guy do ), get the washing powder and wash clean some of the personal garments while in the wash room , wipe and maintain the dust free requirement of your music system - they are sensitive electronics and do need personal attention , drive as often as possible your car , to prevent it lying idle till work starts and getting signals that the battery needs attention , clean the personal car if you value it yourself , gives an immense sense of happiness , wipe that glass window clean rather than wait for the professional to come and do it , do the manicure pedicure and the hair , .... get the books in order on the rack , get the desk clear of paper work .. 

aaahhh .. the list goes on .. 

but such a joy to be mentioning all of this  .. for this is I believe the routine for all .. is it not .. 

oh and yes .. if a garden , tend to it often , speak to the plants , they respond - the flowers and the leaves and creepers .. 

AND .. yes walk .. walk to greet the well wishers .. some that see the recent pictures ask .. why bare feet ?!

I say .. why not  ?! 

Have an answer to that .. ?

.. no its not just the temple .. its the temple outside the gates as well .. 

.. and the Sunday ends .. till the next .. 

back to work and domesticity .. and the preparation for the work in a few days the one that taxes me .. and that causes that anxiety before every new project .. 

My love and care as ever ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[h-aknight5384]

Random L x Reader

The room in HQ is quiet, Light’s staring at L, who is eating cake and staring at the cameras. Matsuda is out with Misa doing whatever it is Misa does. ‘Matsuda seems to like her more than Light does.’ I, however, am sitting on the uncomfortable desk chair with my legs resting on the desk in front of me and my laptop sitting on my lap, burning my leg. “No, no, no. Don’t do this to me.” I start to panic as some of the keys stop responding. It’s an old mac, but it’s been so reliable until now. My legs fall off the desk and I lean forward, putting my computer on it instead. “Come on, baby, don’t die on me!” I talk to it, hitting the unresponsive buttons, hoping they’ll start working again.

“What’s wrong?” Light asks and I restrain the urge to throw something at him. Laughter comes from next to him, not giggles or light chuckles, full on laughter. Following that, a loud thud echoes around the room as L falls off his chair from laughing so hard.

“The keys stopped responding. Ryuzaki! Stop laughing! That’s ru-ude.” I choke out through the frustration tears that start coming down my cheeks. He stops laughing when he hears me crying. ‘I can’t afford a new laptop and this one has so much on it that I can’t lose.’ My final option is to risk losing my current work and restart the device. I hold down the power button and pray it works. The screen turns on again and I press all the previously unresponsive keys, still nothing. “Come on, I love you, I love you, don’t give up on me yet.” Finally, after thirty seconds of just pressing every key, they all start working again and I sigh in relief.

“Hmm. So your solution to it not working is to slam the keyboard and tell it you love it?” Ryuzaki put his thumb to his lip, staring at me as if I were the weird one while he’s still sitting on the floor. “How would that help it?” “I don’t know, but it did. Little shit of a thing gave me a heart attack doing that.” Light gives me a pointed look that tells me exactly what he thinks of my comment. “Don’t look at me like that, you two. I have a lot of stuff on here that if I lose, I will lose for good.” The screen of my laptop turns off in that moment. I press the power button a couple times, but it doesn’t turn back on. I slide off the chair and onto my knees, trying not to stress-cry again.

“Jesus christ, buy a new laptop! You’re not poor, you’re just cheap.” Light yells, I know he’s joking though by the slight smile. Pulling myself off the floor, I walk over to help Ryuzaki up since he seems to have no intention of getting up himself. I reach my hand down to him and he takes it with his cuffed hand and I pull him up. ‘I’ve never noticed how tall he is before. He’s really close to me, it would be so easy to just kiss-’ I cut off my thoughts and smile at him, letting go of him and quickly walking up the stairs to my room. I’ need to focus, I’m here to help him catch Kira, not drool over him, and besides, I should NOT be crushing on the guy that wants to lock up my only brother.’ Ryuzaki blushes and makes that cute, embarrassed face he made the first day he met Misa.

“Pull yourself together, dumbass. I mean, come on, that’s so overrated anyway.” I try to convince myself as I go up the many steps. ‘At this rate, I won’t need to go to a gym.’ My room here is very tidy, unlike my usual one. The charger is sitting on my bedside where it’s easy to find.

I hastily plug the device in, ‘the battery is not the same as it was five years ago.’ While I wait for it to charge, I zone out, imagining what could happen if only Ryuzaki felt the same. He and Light are talking about something, I think it’s something to do with cake, I don’t know. ‘I wonder what it would feel like to cuddle him and even kiss him.’

“You look tired, Airi, you should go to bed.” I nod, but make no move to get up, my eyes staying on one spot. I should get up and go to bed, but I’m frozen, just staring, it feels really good though, I don't know why. “Airi?” My eyes finally move to Light, he and Ryuzaki are staring at me, though they have completely different looks. Light looks fed up with me already and Ryuzaki seems to find it very humorous.

“Something funny, Ryuzaki?” I call him out and he blushes again. ‘He’s so funny to mess with.’ “Damn it, how are you so damn adorable?” I say out loud, before I can stop myself. One hand quickly covers my mouth, the other grabs my laptop off the charger and I run straight up the stairs to hide in my room. I hear the distinct sound of the handcuffs behind me, but ignore it.

~Light POV (I hate him)~

Ryuzaki pulls me up the stairs with him, going after Airi. ‘His crush is so obvious, so is hers, yet they’re so damn oblivious to each other's feelings.’ “Ugh! I’m only saying this because I’m sick of getting dragged along with you to follow her, only for nothing to happen. She likes you! Just don’t tell her I told you, or do, I don’t care anymore.” I run my hand through my hair to relieve some of the annoyance and frustration the two make me feel.

“Interesting. I put it at 86% chance she felt the same way, thank you, Light. You are a good friend.” He says as he walks ahead of me. I roll my eyes at him and hope for this to be over quickly, if he goes through with it.

~Airi POV~

A knock came from the door and I open it, hoping Misa might be back. Ryuzaki and Light stand on the other side, looking nervous. “If my deductions are correct, which they always are, there’s a 92% chance you feel the same way about me as I do about you.” Ryuzaki walks into my room without being invited. I glare at Light, and roll my eyes.

“Actually, you’re wrong.” The look of shock on his face is priceless. He looks sad for a second and it breaks my heart so I quickly finish. “The chance would be 100%.”

[muselin]

Kinktober 2021 Day 24

Earn It - VIXX N

Who: VIXX N x f!reader

What: ⛔🚫smut, orgasm denial, teasing

Word count: 822

A/N: I'm not sorry. Make sure you understand the difference between orgasm delay and orgasm denial.

Hakyeon's lips around your clit felt perfect. Deep breaths filled your lungs as he was tracing the soft outlines of your folds with his fingers but going no further, instead lavishing attention on your clit with his tongue. When he finally dipped to tease your entrance you whined.

"You taste so good..."

You could hear the smile in his voice just before he buried his tongue inside of you, mimicking the thrusts you yearned for. If you had any shame, you might have felt embarrassed about the lewd noises his tongue was making against your dripping pussy, but all you had the headspace for was begging.

"Please Hakyeonnie, fill me up already!"

"Aww, is my tongue not enough for you?" Hakyeon smirked at you from between your thighs, looking every bit the incubus. "Alright, let's make you feel better," he said mischievously as he rose up on his knees and leaned over you. He kissed you delicately and turned you over on your hands and knees, pulling your hips towards himself to position you.

You felt his fingers drag over your cunt, gratifyingly firmly as if he was trying to make every touch as pleasurable for you as possible. The blunt head of his cock quickly replaced his hand and he sunk into you in one perfect thrust. You moaned shamelessly at finally being filled. It really did feel like heaven when Hakyeon wanted to please you.

You arched your back for him and he made sure to fill you as deeply as possible. Not too fast, not too slow, a perfect, even pace meant to let you feel every move of his cock inside you exactly long enough for the pleasure to wash over your nerve endings and not have to wait too long for the next hit. Sometimes it felt like a drug really. His hands steadying your hips, caressing you and worshipping you made you want to utterly surrender because he knew just how to please you and all you had to do was feel.

Your moans escalated in pitch when his firm torso draped over yours and his fingers found your clit, making your arousal come up to its peak. You clenched involuntarily around his cock. He was so unforgivingly hard and you wouldn't have it any other way. He was practically purring from behind you, hips snapping into yours more quickly now until you felt yourself just at that sweet precipice.

And then his hands felt like steel on your hips. You tried to impale yourself on him but Hakyeon didn't let you move even an inch.

"No, I'm about to cum," you whined, squirming in his iron grip.

"You'll cum when I let you," he said simply, and restarted his thrusts.

But now they were slow. So achingly slow and so unsatisfyingly shallow. The trickles of pleasure they provided weren't enough to push you over the edge but merely to keep you gazing towards the bottom. You were going crazy, moans now desperate and laboured from your trying to push back against him. Your juices were dripping out from around Hakyeon's cock and the way he fucked into you only made the wet noises more audible.

"Oh my god Hakyeon please, please fill me up,  I'm so close!"

You begged him and he only quickened his thrusts a little.

You tried to reach over to rub your clit and help yourself along, but Hakyeon grabbed your hand with a startling show of strength and kept it pinned down. He suddenly bottomed out inside you with a grunt and you felt him twitch and spill his cum deep inside you. Desperate, you clenched the muscles inside you around his shaft, trying to get that little bit more but it just wasn't enough.

Hakyeon slipped out of you, smacking your ass unceremoniously. Before you could protest, he grabbed a butt plug from the night stand and you felt something cool slip into place inside you.

"Now you're going to be good for me and keep that in for the next half hour, and then you might get to cum."

"Hakyeon!" You wanted to scream, you had been so wet and with his cum inside you you were ever more slippery. You tried desperately to clench around the toy inside you and not let it slip. You quickly realised the only chance you had would be if you stayed lying down. If you so much as tried to even sit up, you knew it would slip right out of you and spill everything.

"I'm going for a shower and I'll check on you when I get out," he said with the same tone as he would have asked for the newspaper over breakfast.

You shut your eyes and bit your lips, your body itching for release and the constant clenching around the toy only keeping your mind focused on how much you still wanted Hakyeon's cock inside of you.

[yarichin-imagines]

Hi!!! okokok, how bout a s/o who has a kind of quirk (just like bnha!), how do you think they would react? Like, I think they'd probably integrate into something related to sex or develop a kink (? LMAO

y'all i am so into bnha you have no idea!! also, for neutrality purposes, i'll be using the quirks of deku, todoroki, bakugou, uraraka, kirishima, denki, sero, iida, and satou, all from class 1A, mostly just because none of their quirks rely on physical appearances!!

tw: impact, dubcon (drugging, somno), dummification if you squint

Toono – S/O's Quirk: One for All – This Quirk is a union of two different Quirks, one that stockpiles power and one that passes itself on to another. The user can momentarily gain strength and speed far greater than any other Quirk and hero.

thankfully by the time he'd met you, you'd mastered the use of your Quirk

you were never the prance about type to flash around your power anyway

you preferred to use it for more mundane tasks – like opening pickle jars and carrying the groceries into the house in one trip

he found out about it on accident

he was on his way out when he caught you in the parking lot coming in––

with your car in hand, two feet off the ground

you'd dropped your fob somewhere underneath it and couldn't see

toono passed out

when he came to, his first questions revolved around whether or not the car was okay

once he wraps his head around it though..

he's way more into it than he tells you

but it also fuckin terrifies him

so much so that he really doesn't want you to use it on him

definitely has watched you use it so intently that he can nut off to it later

maybe one day he'll pluck up and ask you to activate it for some pictures he can keep

Kashima - S/O's Quirk: Half-Cold, Half-Hot – This Quirk splits the user into two, half of the user's body can emit ice, the other half emits fire.

honesty is a pillar to kashima's relationship

your quirk came to light a month or so into seeing him

and at first, he was mostly excited about the health benefits

he decides then and there that you gotta do him a solid and chill his side of the bed

that way he can keep cool when he sleeps

sometimes

even if he's half asleep

he'll grab your right hand with a lil soft tug

and in your drowsy stupor you chill his pillow so there's no need for a flip

makes him grin like an idiot every time

when he comes home from practice or from the gym he has you freeze and unfreeze the bathwater-- saves you guys a whole lot of ice

he doesn't mind letting you ease his muscles with your left side after all the heats works wonders that would make any rice pack green with envy

as a top, kashima's got complete control in the bedroom

all day, he'll ask you to close your eyes and heat something up, maybe it's a vibrator or a dildo

or when you chill something, they're usually beads or a plug

all for him to torment you with later on that night

Yacchan – S/O's Quirk: Explosion – This Quirk allows the user to sweat a substance similar to Nitroglycerin from the user's palms and ignite it to create explosions.

kyosuke recognizes it's too dangerous to use in the bedroom

but that being said, there's plenty of other stuff around the place to let you show off

your firework shows are always the best on the block

especially when he sets some off right when yuu isn't expecting it

mainly, yacchan appreciates your quirk when it comes to pulling pranks

It's really funny when you're popping ziploc bags full of nothing right outside tamura's dorm when he's trying to power nap before exams

and even funnier when he storms out in just tighty whities to yell at you

only to meet the flash of yacchan's cellphone

toono will fall asleep during study sessions sometimes and yacchan will facetime you so you can let out a boom and wake him up

he will most definitely fall off the bed and yacchan will most definitely record it

the two of you are the best of the worst that way

Shikatani – S/O's Quirk: Zero Gravity – This Quirk allows the user to cause people and items to float on contact. There is a weight limit on how much the user can levitate, and if this Quirk is used to much, it will cause the user to get sick.

it's really helpful when you help him deep clean

after all, if the supplies are gracefully floating behind him, that leaves his hands free to do twice the work, saving him half the time

but you're content to watch the beautiful boy work

if you help him clean like that, he won't ask for much more that day

he is very very conscious of how much you use your quirk

because he cares about you too much to let you get sick

since he knows for a fact that because of his ocd he won't be able to take care of you

and that stings

so on the days where the chores have all been done he gets the honor of experiencing the effects of your quirk in bed

he likes how it feels when your tease him from the air above

your throat feels more open

but it's not like he can do too much about it since the instant he gets too eager you always float just out of reach

sometimes if he's behaved very well, you'll suspend him

the headrush he gets is euphoric

but the best is how good you are when you blow out his back with your strap

after all, without gravity, your stroke game is literally out of this world

Akemi – S/O's Quirk: Hardening – This Quirk allows the user to harden any part of their body. This shell can withstand several tons of metal falling on the user, along with shock waves, explosions, etc.

there's nothing cuter to akemi keiichi than a brat

if you want to misbehave?

by all means

go right ahead

he'll leave it to you to exhaust yourself

that's the first time he saw you use it

he wasn't aiming to cause any major damage, he was only spanking you with his hand

but he'd been at it for almost an hour

then suddenly he'd pushed you off him after he'd slapped what felt like a solid rock

not that it could stop him

his eyes only grew darker

from then on out, it was all a game to see how far he could push before the shell wore down and you gave into him

Itome – S/O's Quirk: Electrification – This Quirk allows the user to discharge electricity out of the user's body. It goes out in all directions around the user, and can be used to even charge objects, such as batteries. There is a limit to how much this Quirk can be used, and if used too much, the user will short circuit their own brain, and won't be able to do anything for an hour.

of course you can charge his phone in a pinch when it dies at the worst possible moment

hotwire his car when he's already running late

restart the fusebox when there's a power outage

after hours, itome's not a hard dom

not in the slightest

but every once in awhile, he can be particularly malicious

like when he has you overcharge your vibrators to give him the liberty of overstimulating you for longer

really it's less about the scene and more about what comes after

due to the limits of your quirk, aftercare is all on him

that's what he likes the most

taking care of you completely

being able to coax you through your braindead state

clean you off and pose you all comfortable

you're all the sweeter when you come to, when you come back to him

Yuri – S/O's Quirk: Tape – This Quirk allows the user to shoot extremely strong tape from openings on the user's elbows.

the tape is good for fixing most messes yuri gets himself into, clumsy fuck

also waxing!

of course he's gonna be into it

he loves the sting it leaves when you pull it off him the most

and he feels it all over again when there's red rectangular patches all across his skin the next morning

though the gluey part is a bit of a pain to wash off

sometimes he'll leave it for him to pick at throughout the day -- that way he'll get the shivers, makes him hot all over again!

he literally cannot get enough

when you do your school work or anything that diverts your attention from him, he'll be tugging at your elbow

this way you can restrain him until you're ready to ahem

put him to use

you can also use your tape to toss him around, floor to bed to floor to wherever

sometimes you even tape up his face, cover his mouth until the drool renders the tape into a thin flimsy strip

you tie his hands tighter and tighter every time, and it never breaks him

he loves it

on the other hand, yuri can be quite the slippery fuck

for emergencies, you've got some of your tape stored away

you've woken up more than once hogtied, your quirk turned against you

like it or not, yuri can easily turn the tables and you're almost never expecting it

you might have an unlimited supply, but he's too quick for your own good

Tamura – S/O's Quirk: Engine – This Quirk gives the user incredible speed by engine-like protrusions in the user's calves. The engines are fueled by orange juice, and carbonated drinks will mess the engines up.

he calls a 40 meter dash every single weekend

he sets his treadmill to train for it the whole week

but he never beats you

and it seriously pisses him off

you're always faster, no matter the game

if anything, it motivates him

he'll take the bruised ego if it helps him get into better shape

the fact that sometimes, you let him win makes his "engines" overheat faster than you can blink

he'll chase you and chase you for hours

fueled on adrenaline and testosterone, there's no way he'll tap out before you

expect a long, hard bite once he catches you

he goes absolutely animalistic

that lilt in his voice when he finally gets to sink his teeth into your shoulder, even if it's through a shirt, that doesn't matter to him

"caught you"

Jimmy – S/O's Quirk: Sugar Rush – This Quirk allows the user to become stronger and faster every 10 grams of sugar they eat for three minutes. The more the user uses this Quirk, the dumber they get.

every time he catches you snacking on a chocolate bar his whole brain turns off

he's practically jumping, the way he bounces around

waiting for you to inevitably choke slam him against the nearest surface

wall, couch, bed, anything

he likes it when you just toss him over your shoulder

even more the way your hits are harder than usual

he antagonizes you on purpose

making sure to stuff a grocery cart full of sweets he knows you like so that he can catch you snacking and make him pay through the nose

he always asks so nicely

but when you won't give in, well that just won't do!

doses your miso with sugar, drops in three extra cubes in your milk tea, encourages extra flan for dessert

for the next three minutes, you're nearly tripping over yourself

everything is lighter

and then when the crash hits---

jimmy can finally take what he wants

and karma is quite the bitch

[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

Desperation

I have finally hit 666 (amazing) followers and to celebrate that I decided to write you all something special! The following is absolutely blasphemous, sacriligeous, and immoral in every way. The church does not approve. If this will bother you, please keep scrolling. If this intrigues you, take a gander at the summary and warnings. 

Pairing: Geraskier

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Jaskier and Geralt finally enact one of their most taboo fantasies. 

Warnings: Public sex (in a church/confession booth), vibrating butt plugs (used during a church service), masturbation, dirty talk, edging, ruined orgasm.

Note: I am not encouraging anything that happens in this fic. Public sex is illegal, it will end in arrest and I believe you can be put on the sex offender registry. Please let this be a fantasy that stays a fantasy.

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Jaskier was shaking, be it from excitement or nerves, he wasn't sure.

He hadn't been to church in… well. He didn't know exactly how long it had been but as soon as he managed to get out of it, he did. His parents still went, not to this church, thankfully, but to one across town.

Jaskier had been raised catholic in fact, although he certainly never thought he would end up back in a church. Not willingly, at least.

But after a discussion with Geralt, the couple had decided that this might be a way for him to… come to terms with some of his lingering resentment of the church.

Well, that and they both thought it was kind of hot.

Really, really hot.

Every step he climbed to the church doors had him breathing deeply as the motion pushed the plug he was wearing to press against his prostate.

He smiled tightly at the greeter at the door, dipping his right hand in holy water and making the sign of the cross.  He knelt quickly at the altar, wincing from the pressure the position put on the plug, and then hurried to find a seat, preferably near the back.  He had purposefully showed up fairly late so he could try to find a seat where he wouldn't be too crowded with people. Luckily, toward the back, on the right-hand side, the pews were mostly empty, and he was able to settle with a few feet between him and the other attendees.

He took a sharp breath as he sat down, trying to get comfortable. The plug he had chosen for today was one of the larger ones that curved just right so that most motions pushed it against his prostate. But the real reason he had chosen it was currently in his jacket pocket, a small remote that controlled the level of vibrations coming from the plug. It was off, currently, and Jaskier wasn't sure when or if he would have the confidence to turn it on, but the option alone had him excited. The danger of getting caught did too.

Eventually he had talked to Geralt and the two of them had come up with a plan. Jaskier had woken up that morning incredibly nervous but Geralt had assured him that if he wanted to do it, he would support him and that if he didn't, that was okay too. Fantasies could stay fantasies.

But he did want to do it.

So, there he was, shifting in a church pew, the butt plug in his ass keeping him hard and aching, his hand clenched tightly around the remote in his jacket pocket as he waited for the service to start.

As he listened to the hum of conversations around him, he let his mind wander back to that morning. Geralt had woken him early and shoved him in the shower. After a light breakfast, Geralt had pulled Jaskier back to their room and spent the next ten minutes working his fingers in and out of him at a maddeningly slow pace, finally pushing the plug in. Geralt had nudged Jaskier back into a standing position and helped pull up and fasten his pants, making sure to squeeze his hard on as he did so, drawing a whimper from him. Then Geralt had pulled Jaskier in for a rough kiss and marched him to the door, slapping him on the ass as he walked out of the house.

Jaskier shifted again, biting back a groan at the memory.

It wasn't much longer before it was time for mass to start, Jaskier huffing an uncomfortable breath as he stood up with everyone else as the hymns began.

Standing was easier on Jaskier than sitting had been so he was able stand comfortably through the opening prayer, grunting a bit as he finally sat again, drawing a look from the woman sitting to his right. He felt his cheeks color as he smiled slightly and nodded at her. She frowned at him but redirected her attention back to the front of the church.

As the readings began, Jaskier found himself fidgeting more and more with the remote in his pocket, wondering if he would really be quiet enough. They had tried at home and in the complete silence Geralt, had barely been able to hear it while sitting next to Jaskier. Deciding he could try it and pass it off as the vibration of his phone if worse came to worse, Jaskier quickly flipped the vibrations on their lowest setting.

The low vibrations suddenly pulsing against his prostate had his cock fill fully from the half-hardened state he'd been in since he had arrived at the church. He adjusted his jacket, making sure he looked decent as he breathed slowly. Pleasure was washing over him in warm waves, the pulse just right. No one around him had gave any indication they noticed anything odd, either.

Suddenly feeling brave, Jaskier flipped the vibration settings one notch higher. The faster sensation made him clench his hands, still breathing slow, trying to keep his composure. He moved in his seat, rocking slightly, reveling in the pressure on his cock.

Jaskier found his eyes drifting closed, enjoying the sensations. A loud sneeze a few rows in front of him brought him back to the present, his eyes shooting open as he realized where he was. He gave a surreptitious glance around his, thankful when he found no one paying him any attention.

He let the vibrations slow again, giving him a chance to recover some. The pleasure was still coursing through his body, making him pleasantly warm. The low burn of arousal was something he didn't feel often, too impatient to wait unless Geralt made him.

Shuddering lightly at the thought of Geralt bringing him to the edge just to deny him, Jaskier increased the vibrations again, this time up two notches, suddenly desperate for more.

His body nearly quaked with the strong vibrations and he had to force his eyes to stay open as the plug sent pleasure shooting up his spine. The warm pleasure he had been basking in suddenly getting warmer, hot even. He knew the jacket was necessary to hide his situation and the remote, but he wanted to take it off. Instead, he rocked his hips again, biting his lip at the grind of fabric against his length. It wasn't enough.

If he could just get a hand around himself, he wouldn't last, he knew.

Jaskier had lost track of the service and was unprepared when everyone around him stood. Panicking, he flipped the vibrator off completely, having to take a moment to calm down before he could stand. He made sure to keep his jacket hanging low, hiding the erection pushing against the zipper of his slacks. Standing meant the plug was no longer pressing directly to his prostate, giving him a chance to calm himself. He willed his erection to go down but the tight squeeze from his slacks and the thrill of being so debauched in a public space kept him rock hard.

By the time he was allowed to sit again he was aching, ready for the press of the plug to his prostate again, ready for the fire shooting up his spine. He clenched tightly as he resumed his seat, increasing the sensation, and quickly restarted the vibrations, this time going straight to the fourth setting. He shook at the sudden jolt. This setting was a pulsating sensation, almost a never-ending tap, tap, tap to his prostate. It was the setting Geralt kept it on when he wanted to undo Jaskier thoroughly.

Thinking of his husband had Jaskier biting back a whimper. He could feel his face heat up as his temperature rose. He wanted nothing more than to pull his cock out from his pants and give himself some relief. Suddenly, Jaskier felt his balls tighten, the feeling of impending orgasm washing over him. He squeezed the remote tightly, enjoying the feeling. He knew he could come from just this but that wasn't the plan. He switched the plug off quickly, sucking in sharp breaths as he tried to cool off. He was shaking, so close to bliss before yanking himself back from the edge.

Jaskier let himself tune back into the service, trying to figure out how much longer he would have to suffer this sweet torture. As his breathing was evening out and he was trying to identify what was happening, everyone began standing again. He followed their lead, trying to remain inconspicuous despite still being so worked up. He focused his gaze on the front of the church, recognizing the reciting of the creed. He let out a slow breath, not much longer.

Jaskier went through the rest of the service in a daze, his erection never faltering. It wasn't until the communion when he realized he realized he had turned the plug back on. As he stood before the priest, his heart dropped, sure that this would be it, he would be caught. The priest simply nodded at Jaskier, gesturing for him to return to his seat. Hurrying as fast as his shaky legs could carry him, Jaskier went back to his seat and sat down, shaking, breathing hard. The woman beside him looked at him curiously but focused her attention forward again when the priest began speaking.

He knew he should stop, but it felt so fucking good. Cranking up the toy to the fifth setting, Jaskier let out an involuntary whimper, curling in on himself. He tried to breathe through the shocks of pleasure, but his breathing was ragged at best. It took everything in him to bite back the sounds he was making, and he felt tears stream down his face. He was so desperate.

A gentle touch to his shoulder made him jerk up. He looked around frantically, tear tracks staining his cheeks. He was still shaking as he realized the woman who had been sitting beside him had moved closer.

She looked concerned but he didn't know how to assure her he was fine. Not while he was shaking, crying, desperately trying not to cum, not yet.

"I'm fine, thank you," He choked out.

She nodded at him.

The loud, "Peace be with you," startled him.

"A-and also w-with you," he managed to stutter out.

He sat through the last fifteen minutes through sheer force of will. He looked around, groaning quietly as he realized everyone was filtering out of the church. Oh, he was so close.

Walking through the church to where the confessionals were was a challenge, but Jaskier was determined. He had waited in his seat until he was about to cum, turning the vibrations off quickly. He stayed there until he was able to stifle the soft sobs and clean up his face some. He was still on edge, desperate for relief, but he was calmer now. Calm enough to make his way to the last confession booth, the one a little further away from the others.

Stepping into the booth and closing the door securely behind him, he listened closely until he heard movement in the other side of the booth. Clearing his throat, Jaskier said softly, "Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been… twenty years since my last confession."

A deep voice hummed thoughtfully from the other side of the booth, "That's a long time. Go ahead, tell me your sins."

Jaskier smiled at the sound of the voice, letting the tension fall from his shoulders. He shuddered as he turned the plug back on, on the lowest setting.

"I… am bisexual. I married a man." He started slowly, letting out a soft moan as he cupped his cock through his pants. Finally.

"Is that all?" The deep voice responded.

Panting, Jaskier released himself from his pants before responding, "No. I… pleasured myself during the service."

The other man grunted softly, "How?"

"H-how?" Surely, he wasn't asking…

The response was gruff, "Yes. How did you pleasure yourself during the service?"

Oh. He was asking… "With… a plug. It v-vibrates."

A chuckle this time, making Jaskier shiver, "Are you still wearing it?"

Jaskier turned the setting up to two, "Yes."

"It is on?"

Jaskier breathed out a sigh, stroking his cock slowly, "Y-yes."

There was a long silence before finally, "Are you touching yourself?"

Jaskier squeezed tightly around the base of his cock, willing himself not to orgasm yet, "Yes."

"Hmm… do you think you deserve to keep pleasuring yourself?"

"W-what?" Jaskier's voice rose in pitch at the question as he turned the vibrations up to the fourth setting, still squeezing his cock.

"I don't think you do," the voice responded, matter of factly, "I think you had your pleasure during the service. Tell me, did you cum?"

"No!"

"Hmm… I don't think you should get to orgasm today. Sinners don't deserve to cum, do they?"

Jaskier whimpered as he turned the plug up to five.

"You're not listening, are you?"

Jaskier choked out a sob, "I'm so close." He started stroking himself again, so very desperate.

And he was so close, his peak closing in quickly. He let out a gasp and thrust into his hand.

"Jaskier stop. Turn it OFF." The demanding voice shocked him out of the cloud of pleasure, and he stopped stroking himself and he grabbed for the remote, shutting it off just before he came.

He shook violently, his cock spilling over his jacket. He whimpered; his body had released but he felt no pleasure.

"Oh no… did I ruin your orgasm?" Jaskier sobbed softly and dropped to his knees.

It wasn't long before gentle hands were stroking his face, wiping his tears. He opened his eyes to see the beautiful amber of Geralt's looking back at him, "Hey, you with me?"

Jaskier nodded weakly.

"Do you want to go home?"

"Please?"

The next thing Jaskier knew, he was being gently lowered into a warm bath. He felt Geralt slide in behind him and he snuggled back into his chest.

"Hey," Geralt's voice was gentle, "how are you feeling?"

Jaskier hummed, his head pillowed against Geralt's pec, "Spacey."

"Good spacey?"

"Yeah."

It wasn't much longer before Jaskier felt himself falling asleep.

He wasn't sure how long it had been when he finally awoke, but he was dressed in one of Geralt's shirts and was tucked into their bed, Geralt resting beside him.

Jaskier smiled and sniggled into Geralt's side, enjoying his warmth. "I love you," he whispered softly.

Geralt grunted without opening his eyes, "I love you, too."

"Thank you… for today."

Geralt pulled Jaskier closer into his side, "I was happy to help you. Did you enjoy it?"

Jaskier made a content noise, "Very much. But I don't think we should do it again. The church part. The rest was nice."

"Hmmm."

"Hey… you never did tell me how you were sure that we would be able to sneak into that confessional."

Geralt chuckled, "An old friend owed me a favor."

Jaskier gasped, "Did you cash in a favor with a priest for me?"

"Go back to sleep Jaskier."

Jaskier huffed, "Fine. But when we get up, I'm getting the whole story."

Geralt rolled on his side and wrapped both arms around Jaskier, "Whatever you want, dear husband."

Jaskier let his eyes close as he reveled in the safe cocoon of Geralt's arms, "Just you, dear heart. You are all I want."

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Thanks to @hailhailsatan for helping me with my research into catholic mass! And her support and read through and just being a wonderful fucking person. And thanks to @fontegagrilledcheese for encouraging my depravity <3

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[trashyswitch]

William Breaks the Animatronics (Kinda???)

William is not very techy. But that has never stopped him before. This time, William causes a glitch to occur which...causes some mixed feelings.

William’s body screeched to a halt as he reached his best friend. “Ohthankgod! You’re here! Finally! It took long enough!” William reacted with worry in his voice.

“Geez, you’re impatient.” Henry responded.

“I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING AND I’M TOO SCARED TO TRY ANYTHING ELSE.” William admitted.

Henry sighed. William was not exactly the most techy guy. Sure, he could plug in a video game console and figure out some basic animatronic repairs. But there was always a limit to his knowledge and more often than not, William would cross the line of knowledge. That often leads to Henry Nascar-driving his way over to the Pizzeria at 9:30 at night to save his ass. Again.

“What is it this time?” Henry asked. “Did you miswire the joints again?” Henry asked.

“Nope. The joints are fine.” William replied.

“Did you accidentally trigger another shut down?” Henry asked.

“No, he’s still very much alive and moving.” William replied, looking at it.

Henry thought, before widening his eyes. “You didn’t...destroy the ticking circuit spine, did you?” Henry asked.

William looked at him with blank eyes.

“You better not have!” Henry warned. “Cause those are the most expensive, customized equipment we had to buy for these new animatronics!” Henry reacted.

“No, I didn’t. I promise.” William replied.

Henry looked at him with narrowing eyes, before letting him off the hook. “Okay. What’s the problem?” Henry asked.

William looked at Freddy Fazbear and the other Toy animatronics and gulped. “They’re…” His breath hitched in his throat as Chica waved to him.

“They’re...what?” Henry asked.

“PLAY TIME!” All of them yelled.

Henry’s eyes widened as William shrieked in horror!

“GET THE PURPLE ONE!” Bonnie shouted!

“I’LL GET THE ONE IN THE GLASSES!” Freddy declared.

“RUN!” William shouted to Henry.

Suddenly, both of the boys were off. Sprinting around the pizzeria, and being followed by running, stomping animatronics that made the ground raddle with their steps!

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!” Henry asked loudly.

“I DON’T KNOW!” William yelled back.

“COME PLAY WITH US!” Bonnie yelled.

“I LOVE CHASING GAMES!” Foxy reacted happily.

Henry and William both sprinted to the prize corner and hid behind the prize counter. It became pretty clear though, that two grown men could not fit back there.

“My spot. Called it.” Henry pushed William out from behind the prize corner.

“Henry, don-...AAH!” William got himself up immediately and took off towards the stage. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

Suddenly, all the animatronics skidded to a stop and gasped. “He said another bad word!” Freddy reacted.

Henry popped his head out from behind the counter. “Wait, another?”

“You bet! William has had quite the potty mouth. We should have a swear slot!” Foxy told him.

“Mr. Emily, can you make me a swear slot?” Freddy asked.

Henry looked at him with utter concern. “...Uuuuh…”

“Speaking of swearing:” Chica ran up and picked William up. “I GOT ‘EM!” She declared proudly.

“Let me have him!” Foxy begged.

“No, ME!” Bonnie yelled.

“Oh my…” Freddy reacted.

Henry widened his eyes. “AAH- C-Careful! Don’tdrophim!” Henry tried to whisper.

“Don’t worry, Henry! We’ll be extra careful!” Chica reassured him. Chica then proceeded to throw him up into the air and catch him in her arms. “Alright! Get ‘em, boys!” Chica declared.

Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy all reached their hands towards William and walked up to crowd him! “NO!” Henry sprinted up to the animatronics to prevent them from pulling him apart or killing him. He had NO idea as to why they were malfunctioning this much! But all he knew at this point, was that William was NOT going to die from them! And he was gonna make sure of that!

Henry struggled to push himself through the animatronics. So, he tried climbing them. But it didn’t take long for Henry to give up that tactic as well. “GUYS! LET HIM GO! NOW! HE’S DONE NOTHING-”

Suddenly, Henry heard a familiar sound fill the air. It sounded unusual, it sounded bubbly, and it sounded...happy?

Well, mixed with whining.

“HEY! AHA! Ah ah! NO! Get off- HAHAHA! Ohohoff! NOHOhohoho!” He heard.

“W-Wait…” Henry pushed himself through the animatronics and blinked in surprise at the sight:

Foxy and Bonnie were tickling William while Chica was pinning him down!

“..........How-”

“You taught us!” Chica told Henry.

“No I didn’t!” Henry protested. Then, he remembered something. “W-Well, I did plan something like this...But I didn’t go through with it, so you shouldn’t have been able to learn it.” Henry admitted.

Freddy walked up to Henry with a giggle. “Look what I can do now! Hold still!” Freddy instructed. Freddy’s eyes turned blue as he scanned up and down Henry’s body.

“It looks like Henry is somewhat ticklish-” Freddy started pointing to certain ticklish spots as he named them.

Henry shrieked and pushed at the robotic pointing finger. “FREDDY!”

“-der arms, sides, hips, belly button, and toes! But your worst spot appears to be your neck!” Freddy lightly poked and tweaked Henry’s sides to get him to stop pushing.

“aaAAUGH! No, knock it off. Now.” Henry ordered. “I don’t know where you discovered that piece of code, but I am NOT in the mood to deal with it right now.” Henry warned sternly.

“My goodness! Such an attitude.” Foxy reacted.

“Stahahap ihihihit! Thehehe mohomehent Ihihi’m ohout of hehehere, I’m shuhuhuttihing you dohohown! Ohohohon PUHURPOSE thihis tihihihime!” William warned.

“We’ll see…” Freddy replied.

“I think you’ve already done more than enough on us!” Chica added.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup, you ungrahatefuhuhul pihihiece of sprahahaypahainted mehetahahal!” William shot back.

Henry pushed away Freddy’s hands and threw his arms out in defense. “STAP! Stop stop stop.” Henry got out of Freddy’s grip and looked at him. “Freddy: What did William do?” Henry asked.

Freddy stopped upon his command and smiled. “William showed me a new program titled ‘Play time’.” Freddy explained.

Henry tilted his head. ‘Play time’? Now what in the world-

“Let William go for a minute.” Henry ordered to Chica.

Just as she was told, Chica let William go and placed him back onto his feet. William took a moment to get his breath back before walking up to Henry and pointing at Freddy’s arm. “I...I had this opened earlier.” William told him.

William clicked a button to open up Freddy’s left arm plate and looked at the switches and buttons. Then, William watched as Henry clicked and held a bigger button that shut Freddy down.

When Freddy was unconscious, Henry turned to his coworker. “Okay. Now, what were you trying to do here?” Henry asked.

“I was...trying to fix the facial recognition problem…” William admitted.

Henry facepalmed himself. “William…Why?” He asked.

“Cause it was broken. The facial recognition and the staring, it was creeping out some of the parents. And frankly, you weren’t trying to fix it either.” William replied. “Will...I have been trying to fix the facial recognition for years. The facial recognition is BROKEN! BEYOND REPAIR!” Henry sternly told him. It CANNOT BE FIXED! I have TOLD YOU THIS A THOUSAND TIMES!” Henry yelled at him.

William widened his eyes and pointed at Freddy. “But- DUDE! The animatronics weren’t staring at us! They were reacting! REACTING! That means I did something, right?!” William asked.

Henry lifted an eyebrow and looked at Freddy. The pupils of Freddy’s eyes were...a strange color of green. He didn’t even know that Freddy’s eyes were capable of that color! “So...Can you remember what you did?” Henry asked.

William rubbed his own arm. “Well...Not really.”

Henry groaned and rubbed his own nose. “You are an idiot. A complete lunatic.” Henry told him.

William sighed. “But, I can remember what I clicked.” William added.

Henry looked up at him, and looked at the small red button that William was pointing at. It was located on the top of Freddy’s arm. Looking closer at it, Henry narrowed his eyes and took the blueprints out of his hands.

“That button shouldn’t-” Henry looked at the blueprints and pointed at the spot. “That button is not on the blueprints. That button shouldn’t exist. At all.” Henry told him.

William blinked in confusion. “...So, you don’t know what it does then?” William asked.

Henry shook his head. “Nope.”

Henry pushed the button with his finger and held it. He felt something click, and suddenly:

Toy Freddy’s body turned right back on and stared into space. William walked to the front and widened his eyes. “Uh oh…” William grabbed Henry, and pulled him in front to see the animatronic’s eyes: they were green! “Henry, we have to get out-”

Freddy started walking towards the other Toy animatronics and started opening up their arm plates too! When that was happening, William pulled Henry to a hiding spot to watch from a distance.

Freddy revealed that every Toy animatronic had the same button on their arm! Freddy clicked that very button on all of them, and watched as they woke right up without the chance to restart.

“Where are they?” Toy Freddy asked.

“THERE THEY ARE!” Foxy sprinted to the back of the prize counter and picked Henry up! “aAAAAH! PUT ME DOWN! FOXY! PUT ME DOWN NOW!” Henry ordered.

Foxy brought Henry over to Freddy. “Well look who’s back!” Freddy reacted. “And I have some great news as well! I remember all your sensitive spots! Meaning, I don’t have to scan you again!” Freddy declared.

Before Henry could say anything, the Toy animatronics started crowding around him and moving their hands right towards his ticklish spots. Foxy and Chica each tickled an armpit, Freddy went for his hips, and Bonnie went for his belly button!

“Nohoho WAHAHAIT! Nohot sohoho mahahany spohohots ahat ohohonce- NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Henry yelled.

William peeked his head out from under the counter. It didn’t take very long for Henry to burst into loud laughter. William really wanted to help him. It was his fault, after all. But...He also liked seeing Henry laugh like that. And frankly, he would just get himself stuck in the tickle fight as well.

“STAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE! GEHEHET AHAHAFTOHOHON! HEHEHE’S BEHEHIHIND THEHE COHOHOUNTEHER!” Henry yelled at them.

Bonnie quickly looked over at the counter, and walked away from the crowd. William immediately gulped and hid himself more while Bonnie walked closer and closer to the counter. Bonnie walked to the front and leaned over, seeing his purple shirt immediately.

“There you are!” Bonnie declared. Suddenly, William felt a pair of hands grab his sides. But he didn’t get lifted up right away. Instead, Bonnie started skittering and squeezing his sides! William immediately squeaked and flopped onto his side. With William on his side and his face more visible, Bonnie tickled his belly next.

“HehehehAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! BOHOHONNIHIHIE GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!” William tried to push himself away from him at first. But Bonnie was one step ahead of him!

The moment the man scooted himself away with his feet, Bonnie grabbed his ankle and pulled him out from behind the counter! “I FOUND AFTON!” Bonnie declared.

“LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW! I’M WARNING YOU!” William ordered.

Bonnie, who was enjoying acting like a little shit, removed William’s shoe and scratched a finger on his foot.

“LET MEHE GOHOHO- NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT MYHYHY FEEEEHEHEHEHEHET!” William shrieked and laughed hysterically while kicking his other foot.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Afton!” Bonnie teased as he grabbed the other foot. The bunny removed the other shoe from the second foot and immediately started tickling his other foot with the first one. “What a small pair of ticklish tootsies!”

William arched his back and shouted loudly, before immediately falling into a fit of cackles and laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!” William begged.

“Sorry Nr. Afton! You’ve been swearing, acting rude, and breaking rules all evening! Just accept your fate, Afton.” Bonnie explained.

“WHAHAT AHAHABOHOHOUT MEHEHEHE?! IHIHI DIHIHID NOHOHOTHIHIHING!” Henry asked as his neck was being attacked by Chica.

“Despite your name calling towards Mr. Afton, You’ve been quite good! So I’m not gonna tickle you for much longer.” Chica offered.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY, THAHAHANK YOHOHOU!” Henry replied.

“But I wanna tickle Emily! Let me tickle him!” Foxy reacted.

“WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAT?!” Henry shouted.

“Okay! I can do that! 2 more minutes for me, okay?” Chica asked.

“Okay!” Foxy replied.

Henry mentally cursed to himself. Come on, Foxy! Why must you do this to me?!

Both of the boys were being completely wrecked by the animatronics. And no one could figure out just why! Why were they acting like this in the first place? Who programmed their ability to act playful? Henry had NEVER programmed something like that! And how did they figure out how to tickle? Or scan their tickle spots, for that matter? Was it a glitch? Did a hacker get into their programming? What even happened?!

Around 10:30, the front door of the pizzeria seemed to have opened. A man in overalls, who was jingling a pair of keys, had walked in. It was Mr. White: the custodian! He had heard laughing when he first walked in. But he did NOT expect to see tickling animatronics! It was...almost funny to see! An entertaining moment between the two bosses and the animatronic robots they created.

So, the custodian decided to let them have their fun and left them alone. It wouldn’t hurt to go to bed a little more late than usual, right? He has all night to sweep and mop the place down. He could even come the next morning if he wanted to!

So, Mr. White locked the outside of the door for the night and let them be. They’ll be fine, right?

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

26. Pipe

It wasn’t Wally’s firstborn son, Vincent, that took over his company, nor was it his middle child, Jonathan. Instead, it was his youngest daughter, Samantha, who took that knowledge working with pipes and put it to good use, although the repairwoman and plumber couldn’t imagine herself using a pipe like that before... (Set in the FIFE AU, RIGHT at the start, as in, as soon as the Ink’s Freeing everyone because it hasn’t been fed.)

Joey couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when he heard the knock at his door and the muffled greeting from the other side.

“Franks’ Repair and Plumbing.” After a short pause, the voice on the other side spoke again. “..Anyone home?”

He took his cane and hobbled over to the door, opening it and jumping back in shock when he saw who was behind it.

In a lot of ways, the repairwoman was the spitting image of her late father; same black eyes, same nose, same eye shape, same skin tone, same lost tooth that was clearly gotten in a fight, ...Same hat; a newsboy cap that Wally wore when he didn’t want to ruin the baseball cap he liked with ink. In her case, it could’ve been the EXACT same hat as it looked very old and worn, and it was stained by ink before she even set foot in his apartment even though he doubted she worked with the stuff considering her job.

There were still clear differences keeping her from looking like a clone of the janitor he killed; like her jet black hair kept in a tight low bun and that she had a much more muscular physique, but the resemblance was still uncanny to him.

“You wanna stop gawkin’ an’ get your shit fixed or do ya wanna keep pissin’ your pants in shock, Gramps?”

Her nametag read ‘Sammy’ and her rudeness certainly reminded him of that musician.

“I… Well,” he cleared his throat “you just so happen to remind me of old friends of mine. And it took me off guard.”

“Uh huh. Let’s just cut to the point, you say you called me for a problem with a rare machine of yours?”

“Yes, it hasn’t been working for five days now and it’s been pumping... ...stuff through my plumbing!”

“A’right, can ya show me da machine?”

“Gladly.” He hobbled into the room where he normally kept it with the repairwoman following him and muttering something under her breath. “Here we are.”

“So dis here is the ink machine?” she circled around it and tapped it with her wrench here and there and muttered more things under her breath as she took a close look at it. “Eitha you should’ve called me in way sooner, or ya shoulda scrapped this hunk of junk and not even bothered in da first place.”

“Well, can you save it?”

“Hmm…” she popped her gum and shrugged. “I’m no miracle worker, but I can try. Don’t get your hopes up though, I’ve never seen anything like this before...”

Joey bit his lip, it was an expected response, but it wasn’t a good one. As Sammy continued to work on the machine, the former animator limped to the entrance to the Ink Demon’s realm, took a quick peek inside, and slammed it shut as he saw Henry speed towards him. He cursed under his breath as Henry started beating on the door.

“What da fuck is that noise?” Sammy called out from the ink machine’s room. “Sounds like someone tryin’ ta break a door down ta murdah ya!”

“I-it’s just the washing machine in the basement!” Joey tried to keep the door shut with all his weight pressed against it. “Remember how I said that the ink machine is messing with the plumbing?”

“Maybe I should go check dat out too then, one bad pipe tends to take the others down with it when you’re not careful...”

“N-no! I’m sure it will go back to normal if the Ink machine’s fixed…”

“I can’t do this with distractions goin’ on, I’ll just shut it off real quick an’ get back ta work on this.”

“I’m sure it’ll die down on it’s own soon! Don’t get up!”

Propping a chair up against the banging door, Joey speed-limped to his desk and drew like wildfire; the Ink Demon emerging out of the machine without Henry going to it first, the Demon breaking down the boards and stuff around it and going right towards Henry. He stopped holding his breath in anticipation when the thumping died down on the other side, the story waiting for him to properly restart it so he could tell it again.

For a few hours, he left his desk untouched as he counted down the seconds for her to hurry up and fix it and leave. The already long hours feeling like an eternity as the hurdle standing between him and his goals grew more and more infuriating with each and every single tick of the clock.

Luckily for him, it sounded like she was making progress, but she wasn’t doing it fast enough for his liking. Thankfully she was far too focused on the machine itself to notice it’s effects on the rest of the house.

Like the groaning swollen searcher oozing out of his bathtub tap, or his kitchen sink slowly filling up with ink with the stolen hearts of ink creatures floating and bobbing away in the messy sink. He swore that the TV turned on on it’s own and started playing “Tombstone Picnic”, but Sammy didn’t seen to notice in spite of the cartoon playing very loudly. Joey just silently prayed she’d get those damn pipes inside it fixed and get out.

“Okay, I think it’s fixed now.”

The phrase was music to the old man’s ears and as he walked in, he could in fact notice an improvement with the machine itself.

“Wanna give it a test whirl ta be sure?”

“I think I will later, thank you.” He staggered as he fished his wallet out of his bathrobe pocket. “I’ll call you if I notice anything out of the ordinary again.”

“So what’s it supposed ta do, anyway?”

“Oh it just makes... things...” Joey handed her a check. “Nothing too interesting...”

The Ink Machine on the floor sputtered to life on its own and spat out a large glob of ink, a long metal pipe, and a tape recorder that was slightly encased in the dark stuff.

“That’s supposed to happen.” Joey lied as he reached for the plug and pulled it out.

“Uh... okay..? Have a decent rest of your day then...”

As she turned to leave, the tape recorder on the ink clicked on on it’s own as well, and a very familiar voice came out of it.

“...Sam..an...tha..?” The speaker crackled in a voice that made her tear up as she heard it. “Sammy, is dat you?! It’s me, Dad! Dis ain’t a recording! I’m in da tape! I’M IN DA TAPE!”

Joey cursed under his breath as the repairwoman turned back in shock and heard a softness enter her voice that he didn’t know that the woman was capable of.

“...Daddy?”

She ran back and scooped up the tape recorder in spite of the old man trying to wrangle it away from her.

“Daddy, can you see me?!”

“Yes!” The Tape recorder let out a surprised, and relieved sounding laugh that seemed like it turned into crying. “I was startin’ ta worry dat I’d never see ya again!”

“I’m here, Daddy” She hugged the tape recorder tightly, the shock of just having her father back outweighed all of the supernatural happenings around her. “I’m here...”

“Othas are down here too! your Uncle Sammy, Norman, Tom, Susie, pretty much everyone who’s eva worked at da studio!”

“What?! How?! And why?!”

“It’s Joey! He’s made some kind of... pocket torture dimension!”

Knowing where this was going and knowing that he was far too weak and frail to take down the amazonian woman of a handywoman himself, Joey opened the Ink Demon’s door and prayed it would come out and attack her. In the meantime, he himself fled into the animated studio just in case.

“SAMMY! LOOK OUT!” The living tape recorder warned as inky tendrils webbed all over the living room. “RUN!”

Sammy grabbed the pipe out of the pile of ink and charged.

“NO! NOT AT DA INK DEMON! AWAY FROM- Huh??”

Wally paused as he saw Sammy shove the Ink Demon off to the side and proceed to run after Joey.

“Sorry Daddy.” She said as she paused to set him down on the table. “But I’m gonna need both hands ta beat down dat sorry son of a bitch.”

“Go get ‘im tiger! I’m rootin’ for ya!”

While her small detour and Joey using his knowledge of the layout to his advantage managed to get some distance between them, the pipe wielding Valkyrie with murder in her eyes was quickly closing in on him.

“THIS IS FOR WHAT YA DID TO DADDY!”

[another-dr-another]

insert those coins babey! no point in holding onto them if they aren't used !

You Now Own:

001 - Mineral Water (x2)

Drawn from the ocean depths and rigorously purified. Ideal for a modern on-the-go public unsatisfied with tap water.

002 - Sea Salt

A basic seasoning produced from the evaporation of seawater. It also sees use as a preservative.

003 - Ration

A set of canned and vacuum-sealed foodstuffs. The taste isn't bad, and a certain snake that wants to play hide-and-go-seek is just crazy abou- wait, what?

005 - Ramune

A sweet, lemon-flavored carbonated drink. A marble plugs the opening of the uniquely designed bottle. The bottle can also be reused if you bring it to the ramune store.

010 - Ship In a Bottle

A intricate creation, a model ship within a bottle. Made with time, love and care.

012 - Envy-Enducing Envy CD

A CD of songs by Japanese band Envy. Full of unreleased tracks/first recordings.

014 - Children's Book

A children's book about family and forgiveness! The plot is about a sister who can't get along with her younger brother, but they find common ground and bond over causing trouble for their parents.

016 - Sour Soda (x2)

No flavor is listed on the bottle other than sour, which may just be a flavor in and of itself. It's a near black shade of blue... I think.

017 - Gentleman's Guide

A book that's meant to help shape you into the perfect gentleman. However, it's rather demeaning towards the reader, which doesn't feel very gentleman-ly.

018 - Masculine Cologne

Very masculine, can only be used by masculine people. No weaklings allowed, or people with the common sense to smell it before purchasing, and realize it smells really bad.

019 - Fancy Sword

True to it’s name, it looks very fancy, and very intimidating. However, it's only for show, and rather blunt- perhaps inexpensive?

022 - ??? Alcohol

It's something alcoholic. This is a school, it should be confiscated, and you won't be receiving any more information.

024 - Hair Cutting Scissors

Snip snip snip, meant for hair-cutting at home, as these aren’t professional grade. Still though, try and make it even, okay?

025 - Purple Hair Dye

Pretty purple hair dye guaranteed to not come out of hair for weeks! More of a pinkish-purple than the box advertised, but still pretty.

028 - Constellation Skirt

With patterns matching actual real constellations. Despite matching the night sky, it almost seems sun-rise themed, with its pink background and pale gold stars.

030 - Bottled Tea

When heated up, it's meant to help soothe upset stomachs, and muscle aches. Popular among student athletes.

031 - Alarm Clock

It's a digital alarm clock. One of the few normal and functional things here, and it's the thing that screams at you to wake up every morning.

032 - Broken Stopwatch (x2)

It won't stop running, no pausing or restarting. You can however make it record different laps.

034 - Baseball Cap

Perfect for keeping the sun out of your face! This one is all black though, so it'll retain a lot of heat.

038 - Card Game (x3)

One easy to play, and popular among kids. The front side of the package shows a family of four playing.

039 - Reminder Booklet

A small pamphlet that gives reminders for daily things, such as eating, drinking, taking meds, etc. Also has room for you to add in unique personalized reminders.

041 - Tiovita

A Japanese energy drink sold at most convenience stores. Pretty inexpensive, and with a nice fruity flavor- but hey, only one per day!

044 - Lie Detector (x2)

Fun for the whole family! Though not incredibly accurate... wait, how do you know that?

045 - Evidence Encylopedia

A book focusing on evidence found in crime scenes. From most overlooked to most common, this book talks about it all.

049 - Track Award

A award from a middle school track and field award. The recipient of the trophy seems to have come in second in two events, and first in one.

050 - Plane Tickets (x2)

Anywhere, anytime, round trip tickets. Probably given as some sort of thank you for volunteering to get off of a accidentally over-booked flight.

051 - Therapy Advertisement (x2)

Some therapist endorsing themselves. Upon looking at the services they offer, I don't feel very inspired to go there.

056 - Soulmate Sweatshirt

A sweatshirt that supposedly brings the most comfort not when you wear it, but when holding someone wearing it. Currently smells strongly of... lavender?

057 - Scrap Metal x3

Seems to be broken bits and pieces of some sort of engine. Could be repurposed, or simply a cool trinket.

059 - Old Journal

It seems to be from the late 80s, and kept being written in up to the early 90s. There's a entry on the last page, synopsizing the birth of the owners son, and how proud the owner is of his now five year old.

060 - Paper Boat

A piece of paper that's been folded into a boat. Apparently you can fold and tear it as you tell a story to provide a visual aid for the story, but no one here knows how.

061 - Calendar

It's got pictures of internationally famous towns on it! This particular one has been written on with a note on almost every day.

064 - Face-paint Kit.

A professional face-painting kit. However, it’s missing it’s red, yellow, blue and white paint- those colors have been all used up.

065 - Life Quote Sign (x3)

A sign with some stereotypical life quote written on it in flowery lettering. Most likely to be seen hanging in a kitchen.

066 - Throwing Rings (x2)

Meant for fair games. If you have good enough aim, maybe you'll win a prize!

067 - Pleasant Savior

Seemingly a CD filled with various performances by the same person. I haven't played the CD, so I don't know what kind of performances he does though, and the name is off-putting.

069 - “Fresh” Bouquet (x3)

Somehow still smells sweet with flowers that look flawless. It's comprised of roses that have been dyed rainbow, all of them.

070 - Hair Ribbons (x3)

They come in a variety of colors, but the Monomono Machine only dispenses yellow. Guaranteed to make the wearer feel a certain sense of self-satisfaction.

071 - Girls Profile

A student profile from a all-girls academy. The paper is water-stained and some of the ink has run, so it's hard to make out what's on the paper.

073 - Baby Doll

It seems to be from around the 90s and... not quite well-loved, but well-played-with. Doesn't come with the original clothes... or hair.

075 - Dream Catcher

Made by a past SHSL. It's actually been pretty effective, and is part of the reason they got scouted.

080 - Retro Game

It's handheld, old, and extremely broken. The screen has been shattered so it displays wrong, all cracked and distorted.

081 - Blackout Curtains (x2)

Completely block out any and all light. Strong enough to plunge a room into darkness.

084 - Noise-cancelling Headphones

They completely block out all sound! Also come with the ability to adjust the size of the band, and will stay on your ears even if you pull the band down to your neck.

086 - Wall Decals

Stickers you can put on your wall. They do a decent job of covering up holes in said walls.

087 - Antique Stuffed Animal (x2)

It seems to be bunny themed, and dressed in clothes you'd see on babies in the 1930s. It's in pretty good shape, other than a few tears where the lace trim at the end has had it’s stitches removed.

088 - Embroidery Kit

Or rather, a needle and thread to be used for embroidery. There's only one needle, and one spool of thread, but hey, it’s something.

090 - Scented Markers (x2)

A full rainbow set, all with their own unique smell! Be careful though - it's hard to get these out of clothes.

092 - Fake Christmas Tree (x2)

Too plastic to be a real tree. It's also incredibly small, but real trees can be small too, so that doesn’t really mess with the realism.

093 - Hair Gel

Top of the line hair gel, and completely unopened! Helps you style your hair and keep it in place, but doesn’t give it the nicest texture.

095 - Instant Noodles

Just add water to get something hot, salty, and/or spicy! A nice meal if you're looking for something that's quick and easy, you can dress it up some too.

097 - Drink Mix

A powder used for ??? warm drink, made with milk, tastes like... something? You try it and tell me, but it smells good at the least.

099 - The DSM-I

Self-explanatory, it's the original version of the DSM, from 1952. Index cards have been slipped in-between most of the pages, talking about what happened with the information listed there.

100 - Collection Of Old Ads

Dating back to the 1920s. A magazine full of ads from a different time, it’s somewhat of a miracle the paper held up while the ideas in it didn’t.

101 - Wooden Ruler

It's a wooden ruler. Used for measuring things, nothing else- why do you ask?

102 - Building Blocks (x3)

Stacking and stacking, and sending it all crumbling down. And then you rinse and repeat.

104 - Cutesy Hair Clips

Snap clips in pastel colors and covered in designs. Oddly enough, there isn't any non-pastels, unless you count the few white clips.

106 - Newspaper Collage

Seems to be a collection of snippets from newspaper articles. There must be hundreds in here... it's a big collage.

107 - Cropped Sweatshirt

Cropped specifically due to a parent saying not to. The sweatshirt seems to be related to some organization, with the big fancy emblem on it.

109 - Pins And Patches

A mix-and-match bag full of enamel pins, buttons, and iron-on patches. Good luck finding something to do with them all.

110 - Origami Paper (x2)

Simple origami paper, in a variety of colors and patterns! Comes easy to tear out of a book, which includes instructions on basic origami types.

112 - Colorful Band-Aids.

They come in many colors, designs, even different sizes. Some seem to be made to cover up paper cuts, others meant to help skinned knees and scraped elbows.

Thank you for visiting the Monomono Machine!

~*~

Maeda, narrating - And I thought the coins were kinda heavy...

Maeda - What now?

[Free Time Event - Uehara]

{Head to Your Room}

[cami-chats]

College Boyfriend

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves/Diego Hargreeves

Summary: Five was a condescending know-it-all, made all the worse to his project partners by the fact that he did know all of the material already. The university wifi crashing ends with them at Five's apartment, and they leave with more questions about his personal life than before.

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Five liked his life. It was strange to think after so many years of not being content let alone happy, but he was. All of his siblings were a phone call away. Allison was on the other side of the country, but she was still reachable. The Academy had gotten a makeover, so Vanya and Klaus had moved back in with Luther.

And then of course there was Diego, but Five saw Diego every single day in the apartment they shared. Convincing Diego to move out of his back room at the gym hadn't been as easy as Five had imagined, but in the end, he'd been triumphant. Diego still worked at the gym in the evenings, but now he stayed at their apartment in the day or visited the Academy instead of wasting away in that dank hole-- Five's words, not Diego's.

Five spent his days at college, attending classes and doing his homework, and he spent his nights kissing Diego. It was a nice little arrangement, if he did say so. He could've stood to look a little older, though. Diego looked the thirty-five years old that he was, but Five looked to be, at most, twenty-five. He'd like to be forty, maybe forty-five. Forty-five was a nice age. Comfortable in your own skin, but not so old that you were falling apart. He couldn't deny that there was still a bit of an itch under his skin from being so young, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as being a teenager had been.

Looking like he was twenty let him do what he wanted, without any of the aches and pains that age brought. Still. He could've done without his professors talking down, like they knew more than him. Like Doctor Davis, who taught his Shakespeare class. She said that she'd been studying Shakespeare for ten years, and Five wanted to tell her that that wasn't shit because he'd spent a full fifteen years arguing with Delores about Lady Macbeth's motivation-- and they'd disagreed to the very end. But he couldn't say that, which meant he and Doctor Davis spent a lot of time glaring at each other when they talked. He was pretty sure he was the sole reason she'd decided to give them a fucking group project, but she wouldn't admit as much. Diego thought it was funny the way he thought everything was funny when it didn't concern him. What an ass.

*

Five was a pretty weird guy. He was condescending-- which wasn't that weird-- but he actually already knew all the material. There was no reason for him to be in the class other than the degree requirement. It was really easy to be condescending when you were right, they guessed. 'They' being Five's unfortunate partners for the group project that they had in Shakespeare. Five had protested loudly at a group project, but Doctor Davis had only shrugged and said it was part of the curriculum.

They met up at the campus library two times before, and this was the third time so they could finish. Things were going pretty well-- or at least, they started going well once they figured out that Five's insults weren't personal and he didn't really care. It was more like he had no brain to mouth filter, so that every little thought came out where most people would've stopped before saying it-- even with that being said, he was still annoying. They didn't like him, and he didn't like them. For the most part, they ignored that to get the work done.

They were so close to finishing. Another two hours, and they'd be set.

That was when the internet went out. For all of them. They were in the middle of restarting their laptops and reconnecting to the wifi when an announcement went over the PA. "Attention to all occupants. The campus internet is out, and we've been told that it won't be fixed until tomorrow morning at the earliest. We apologize for the inconvenience."

"Shit," Allen breathed. "Does anyone live off campus? I'm in the dorms."

"Me too," Aisha said with a worried frown.

"I live in the sorority house, but it's the same wifi as the campus," Judy said.

None of them really wanted to ask Five, but after clenching his jaw for a moment, he answered on his own. "I guess we can go to my apartment."

"Okay, cool," Allen said, trying not to sound as thrown as he was, and they all started packing up now that they knew what the plan was. "Thanks."

"How long does it take to get to your place on the bus?" Judy asked.

Then, looking even more uncomfortable than before, Five said, "I'll just drive us."

"You have a car?" Judy said, surprised. Five didn't bother to answer, but after seeing the car, it became clear that Five was loaded. What other college kid had a Rolls Royce? She half expected for him to pull up to a swanky condo, but he went to an ordinary looking apartment building and parked.

Every inch of his posture screamed that he didn't want to be inviting them to where he lived, but they were sort of out of options for other places to go. There were coffee shops and shit, but with the campus wifi out, every student that lived in the dorms would be filling those places and there wouldn’t be room for all of them.

Five unlocked the door, and they all filed in, not knowing what to expect from his place. Walls of books would've fit right in with his know-it-all aura, but an empty living room with no decoration also wouldn't have been out of place. The way his living room actually looked was almost too normal. There was a tv set up on a stand that probably hadn't been made for it. There was a small bookshelf stuffed more books than it could easily hold. One couch and a banged up coffee table in front of it with various items on it. There was a poster for an Allison Hargreeves movie on the wall, and what looked like an oil painting.

The thing that really got to them was that Five didn't live alone. It was obvious in the way the living room was built to accommodate two people-- the two hooks for coats and the indent of where two pairs of shoes usually sat at the door, not to mention the set of dishes by the sink that couldn't only be accounted for with only one person. His roommate was either as weird as him, or a normal person trying to ignore his eccentricities, and his project partners hoped that they'd never have the chance to figure it out.

Five grabbed an index card from the tv stand and put it on the coffee table while he worked on clearing the rest of it off. Aisha glanced at the card and realized it was the wifi network information. She pulled out her laptop and tapped impatiently as she waited for it to boot up. She got her internet set up, then passed the index card to Allen since he was next to her. She took a glance around but didn't see an outlet. Her laptop's battery was shit; she wouldn't be able to make it through the evening without plugging it in.

"Hey Five?" Aisha said, the end of her charger in one hand.

He glanced over at her, then nodded to the right of her. "It's at the edge of the couch."

"Thanks."

None of them made themselves comfortable, knowing that this wasn't a social visit. It was an awkward hour as they hurriedly worked, but they didn't get a chance to finish before they were interrupted. And when the interruption came, it came in a big way. Like a fucking superstar walking into the room, because that's exactly what happened. It was Allison Hargreeves! Allison fucking Hargreeves walked into the place holding a massive picture frame.

There was no way Allison Hargreeves was the one who lived here. Simply no way. She had a kid and shit, didn't she? And she wouldn't settle for living in a place like this-- it wasn't a dump or anything, but it wasn't where a famous movie star would live. What the hell was she doing here? Come to think of it, Five's last name was Hargreeves, wasn't it? Maybe they were related somehow. It would certainly explain the expensive car and the better-than-you attitude. Hell, if Aisha had Allison Hargreeves for a sister, she'd think that she was better than everyone else, too.

Another woman walked up behind her, looking like a housewife straight out of a fifties advertisement, from the smile on her face to her perfectly coiffed hair to the short heels on her feet that matched her skirt.

"Oh hey Five," Allison fucking Hargreeves said, like she saw him everyday.

He glanced over at her. "Did you seriously fly over from LA to go shopping with Grace?" Then his eyes flickered over to the other woman. "Hi Grace."

"Hello Five, darling," she said. It was kind of unimaginable that Five let anyone call him darling, but he didn't seem bothered by it.

"Actually," Allison Hargreeves said, "I came over to hang out with Diego, and he wanted to go shopping with Mom. I didn't have anything better to do, so I tagged along. He said you were busy tonight." She glanced over at them and smiled, then gave a little wave with her free hand.

They all waved back numbly. "We're working on a group project together," Judy managed to say.

"Are you going to introduce us?" Grace-- Mom??-- asked.

"No," Five said bluntly. "We're not friends."

"You really should make some friends," Grace said, her smile still in place. "They're important for your social development." All he had to do was look at her, and she said, "Sorry dear. It's instinct."

"I can be out of your hair soon, if you want," Allison Hargreeves said.

"Whose hair are we getting out of?" a man asked, kicking the door closed. You ever look at a guy and think 'I don't want to fuck with him'? Yeah, that was this guy. The paper bags he was holding from shopping weren't intimidating, but his clothes barely hid a strong physique, and the scar on his head only added to the badass factor he had going on. Allen was pretty sure the only people that owned boots like that were familiar with breaking people's bones, and he shrank in on himself slightly without thinking about it. Then he saw Five and said, "Hey babe." He said it to Five. Was... was he Five's boyfriend?! Was Five living here with his boyfriend?? "Something wrong with the library?"

"The internet decided to die," he said wryly. "We're almost done."

"Cool." Five's boyfriend (probably boyfriend??) walked towards the bedroom, and Allison Hargreeves and that Grace woman followed him. The door stayed open, but it was far enough away that when they spoke, the group could only hear the murmurs of their voices and not the words that were being said.

They were distracted for a little while by the fact that they'd just met Allison Hargreeves, the most famous and talented actress in Hollywood, but they managed to get the rest of the work done without wasting too much time.

If it were anyone other than Five, they probably would've been able to get an official introduction to her-- maybe a picture or two-- but they finished the project, gave it a quick read-through to make sure there was nothing obvious missing, and then they were being ushered out. Aisha got out her phone and ordered an Uber as they packed up.

Five turned his head and called, "We're done!" down the hallway.

As they left, Judy saw Five kiss the man that had walked in with Allison Hargreeves and Grace. Definitely his boyfriend, then, though personally, she thought that he was too old for Five. She knew better than to say that aloud, so she just said goodbye and that she'd see him in class.

They were all glad that they only had the one class with Five.

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@trademarked-but-not-really and @aestheticallytiredandpathetic I have finished prompt three! I'm working on number 2 and 5 rn so they should be out soon!

In the meantime, enjoy!

Just a note that there will be abuse mentioned in this, relating to the old angsty fic I wrote? Yeah I explain more about the abuse here. Be warned!!

Denki swore as he hit the wrong note again. Jirou snorted as Bakugo yelled, having to restart for the fourth or fifth time that night. Momo came in with a tray of tea, accompanied by cookies.

"Satou made these for us! He made them specifically to each of our tastes as well!" She set the tray down and handed the treats out. Jirou thanked her, and gulped down her water. Tokoyami sat back, his fingers hopping from chord to chord.

Bakugo scoffed. "You still trying to learn that rift off? It's been three weeks, birdie." He said around a mouthful. Tokoyami let his head fall back. "I'm well aware of that, but thank you for pointing it out." He grumbled sarcastically. Bakugo shrugged and messed with his drumsticks.

There was silence as they ate. They got back to work, trying once again to get past a particularly difficult part of the song they were working on. Denki was clearly getting more and more frustrated, and he failed more as a result. Eventually, Jirou tried to call time-out, and Denki snapped.

He threw the guitar down, and it barely missed Tokoyami's head. Bakugo growled at him to watch it. "Sorry, mister perfect! I'm not good at this bullshit!" He yelled, turning away. Momo carefully made her way over. "No one's perfect, but that doesn't mean you can give up! We're all trying to learn this." She attempted to reassure him. Tokoyami nodded in agreement.

This appeared to make Denki angrier. "It's not the music!" He pulled back and faced the door, arms crossed. Jirou looked confused. "Then what is it?" Denki grumbled something. "Speak up, Spark Plug." Bakugo said.

"That! That's what's bothering me!" Denki spun around, tears threatening to fall. "It's the fact that your quirks are so cool, and you're all so talented! And what am I?" He scrunched up, tears falling down his face. "I'm nothing without your help..." The room was quiet after Denki's outburst. Momo's hand retracted.

The silence was deafening. Bakugo spoke up. "You idi— Denki. Look at me." Everyone's head snapped up, clearly taken aback by the correction. Bakugo continued. "No one actually thinks they're any good—" Denki shook his head, not letting him continue. "You say that, but your quirk is awesome! You don't count!" He said stubbornly.

Yamomo spoke up. "He's right. I dont think I'm good enough to be a hero either." Bakugo, Tokoyami and Jirou looked at Momo in shock. Denki buffered. "But, your quirk is amazing—" Momo cut in. "That doesn't matter if I cant put it in action effectively." She spoke calmly, but her hands shook.

Jirou looked away. "You saw me when we talked about music the first time." She said dejectedly. "I didnt think it was useful at all." She chuckles, though there are now tears in her eyes too. "Well, I still dont think that music is useful. Not really." Bakugo looked between them. This clearly wasnt what he was expecting.

Tokoyami shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He felt like he needed to share something. "No one ever really thought I could be a hero." He said quietly. The groups attention was on him. Tokoyami swallowed his nerves. "People always told me I'd be a villain, so after a while I started to believe them..." He stared firmly down at the ground. There goes his 'never cries in front of people' facade.

Bakugo looked between them. This was bullshit. How could they not think—?

Denki sniffed. "People only really used me as a phone charger or a back-up generator in middle school. My brain fried a lot, and people made fun of me." Denki sat down, telling his life story.

Yaomomo followed. "People used me for money, and when they had finished with me, they publicly embarrassed me in front of the school." She explained. Jirou shook her head angrily.

"People never made fun of me because I never told them." Jirou said. "I didnt have a lot of friends, and I got kinda lonely." She shrugged. The group looked up at Tokoyami, who still hadn't sat down. "If we're sharing..." he reluctantly said.

He sat down cross-legged. "People bullied me because of my animal head, and would force me to show Dark Shadow to everyone simply because he was 'different'" He told them, petting Dark Shadow softly. "And because I was so small, they would shove me into the tightest pace imaginable." Tokoyami shivered at the memories.

As the group shared their trauma, Bakugo tried to find a way to fix them. Denki was chatting, and they all gave their opinions, when the question popped up.

"Hey, what're your parents like?" Tokoyami froze. Yaomomo spoke highly about her parents, talking about the fun they had. Tokoyami was confused. Jirou talked about how her parents helped her learn all her instruments, and Tokoyami couldn't help but ask, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"You're parents helped you with that stuff?" The group was stunned to silence. Denki laughed nervously. "Yeah dude, didnt your parents do normal things?" Tokoyami shrugged. "My mom died when I was young, and my father..." Tokoyami didn't wanna think about him.

"What about your father?" Yaomomo asked softly. Tokoyami toyed with the edge of his collar. "Mr. Aziawa told me I'm not supposed to talk to him or any of his associates anymore." And for that Tokoyami was grateful. The group grew concerned.

"Why?" Bakugo asked bluntly. Tokoyami faltered. "It's complicated..." He sighed but decided fuck it. They had shared so much with him.

"My father used to... hit me a lot when I was younger." Tokoyami blurted out. And it was like a dam had opened, he couldn't stop talking. "Sometimes he'd use his fists, and sometimes he'd use something sharp. Either way it hurt. He used to shout. Loudly." Tokoyami hand brought his knees to his chest, breathing going a little haywire.

"He'd lock me in a closet for every rule I broke, and he defiled my mothers grave—" Tokoyami choked on his tears, getting angry. "He let his friends—" he couldn't say it, he couldn't get the words out. "They used to..." Nope, his confidence was gone, and the memories were back.

He fell back, head buried in his arms, shaking. Jirou panicked, and being the closest, threw her arms around him. Tokoyami froze, but when Jirou's hands stayed firmly in one place, he relaxed. Yaomomo joined swiftly, and Denki came from the back. Tokoyami felt oddly warm, and safe. It wasnt a feeling he usually experienced when hugged.

Bakugo stood, and made his way over. Wordlessly, he joined the hug. They stayed like that for a while, until there was a knock. All Might poked his head in. "Sorry, but Aziawa wants you to– oh." He saw them hugging. Bakugo jumped back, and Tokoyami scrubbed his eyes furiously, trying to stem the tear flow.

All Might stood back. "Aziawa, what do I do?" He whispered nervously to the man standing at the door, fuming. "Kick them out, fucking—" he looked in and saw the mess. "Oh." The kids were still kicked out, but no one got in trouble for staying up as late as it was.

The next morning, Tokoyami walked downstairs. He had had a nightmare after the fiasco that was band practice, and instinctively was heading for the closet. He approached the door, and someone blocked him. "Sorry, could I just—" He looked up. "Oh, Bakugo. What—"

Bakugo grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the bathroom. "Wait, wha– Bakugo, where are we going?!" Bakugo dragged Tokoyami through the common room, and everyone was confused as to what was happening. Kirishima was going to step in, but Denki stopped him, and turned the conversation away from the two.

Bakugo brought them into the bathroom and splashed water on Tokoyami's face. "Wha—?!" Bakugo snapped at him to shut up. "You look like you havent slept, and you were heading for the closet." He muttered. Tokoyami tilted his head, confused. "You always do that after a bad night, right? I didnt know why till last night."

Oh. Right. Tokoyami had completely forgotten he'd said all that. Bakugo continued. "Well, your not doing that shit anymore. You're gonna be a fucking hero, and your stupid dad can shove it." He shouted, gaining the attention of those outside.

"Why's Bakugo yelling at Tokoyami?" Mina asked, spoon still in her mouth. "He better not be starting a fight!" Iida chided loudly. Yaomomo laughed. "Tokoyami looked tired, it must be about that." She said, knowing damn well that wasnt the problem. She, Jirou and Deni had seen their friend going for the closet. They were all grateful to Bakugo for pulling up on it.

They all noticed it. Bakugo was still an ass, but stopped calling Denki stupid, or any variation of the word. He instead told him he 'didnt do as bad a job' and pat his shoulder. Denki's self esteem rocketed upwards quickly. Bakugo thanked Yaomomo more often for using her quirk, and drank her tea when no one else would. Jirou wasnt excluded either, Bakugo got her water after every practice and told her that her music was cool. And everytime Tokoyami seemed too distant for Bakugo's liking, he pulled the bird-headed teen away from the crowd for a little while.

Bakugo did little things to help them. Like staying up to help Tokoyami through another nightmare, or take care of Denki when his brain fried. Small things that meant the world to the rest of the band.

And they returned the gestures, Denki always plugging in the extra controller even though Bakugo said no. Or Yaomomo making a note of what tea Bakugo liked and making it for him on a bad day. Jirou giving him headphones when the noise was too much, and Tokoyami letting Bakugo have one of his extra fluffy blankets whenever he'd have a bad night.

They all helped each other on their own ways. Aziawa noticed, obviously, but found it sweet. Those kids needed each other. Hell, there would come a time when they may have to depend on the other. And Aziawa knew well enough there would be times they would break.

He was glad to know they had each others back.

This one was short and sweet, hope you enjoyed! :D