#ah yes....... i love the smell of trash in the evening

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

W.C › 5.6k

Warnings › Chapter 1. Male omegas have a bit of a strange anatomy. Tried to explain it well. In any case, male omegas have pussies.

Plot › You go through a Pseudo heat and learn more about what your parents truly did to your body

Kinks › use of pussy, dirty talk, cumming untouched

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮:

𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨 & 𝘼𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙨

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❝ お兄ちゃん、どうして私を守ってくれなかったの？ ❞

“Do they hate me?”

“Mhm? Who is they?”

“You know.”

“I don’t, (Name).”

“Yes you do. But mom actually likes you.”

“This again?”

“Yukina is gone. Now I’m her target. Why can’t you see that?”

“It’s nonsense, that’s why. No mother could ever hate her child. No parent would ever hate their children. Familial love is one that can’t be replaced.”

“…Naoki would understand. But you… you…”

“Naoki? Seriously? Have you taken your suppressants?”

“Naoki says I shouldn’t take it! No one else takes it. You don’t even take it. My scent is sweet, it’s not sour like yours. It’s fine—”

“(Name), think for a moment. You being an omega is already enough on the family. Would it hurt you to just try and make our parents proud? Can’t you just do this one thing for them? For us?”

❝ なぜですか？苦しいよ、直樹。❞

“Will he be okay? Has he even gone through a heat before? Is he a late bloomer?”

Miya sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she glanced over at Watanabe. You were barricaded in your bedroom—the smell of heat spilling in from underneath the door. Watanabe was by the kitchen, his hands grasped tightly at the wooden chair Miya usually used when she wanted to cook without standing.

She could already see the chipped wood forming beneath his palms. The sound of the wood breaking slowly.

She’d complain about that another time. It was a shock Watanabe was even lucid enough to not bust the door down and mate you. This sight of Watanabe was interesting. His cool bad boy facade was long gone, replaced by an anxious alpha.

You’d think Watanabe had mated you ages ago.

“Mhm. I don’t know. He’s never had a heat before because of…” Her voice trailed off, her lips pursing together. Did he know? Would it be safe to tell him? Would you even want her to tell him?

“Because of?” Watanabe muttered, finally looking over at Miya. She could see his eyes were blown, unfocused. They looked to be struggling to not narrow in at your bedroom door.

Miya didn’t know why she hasn’t kicked him out yet. The whole journey here she wanted to get you away from him. But she could tell just from his soured scent that he wasn’t focused on fucking you. He was genuinely scared right now.

“He presented late, that’s all.” It wasn’t a total lie.

A strangled moan left your bedroom and Miya could see in seconds Watanabe’s gaze zero in on your door. His grip tightened on the chair and she heard the wood crack. Slowly his palms bleed red as he grit his teeth, closing his eyes as he began to whisper something to himself.

Miya inched over to the door, ready to defend your safety if need be. She didn’t care that she only reached his chest, stomach really. She’d fight to the death for you if she had to.

A knock on the door caught her attention. “Huh? Who…?”

“My mom.” Watanabe suddenly whispered, moving his hand away from the chair. The chair was totally destroyed, coated in his blood. His hands had pricks and splinters as he plucked out the large ones and dropped them by the trash as he stiffly walks to the front door.

“When did you even call your mom?” Miya asked, wondering what his mother could possibly do in a situation like this.

“Texted.” He bluntly said, pulling the front door open.

A chubby woman with greying brown hair pulled into a neat bun was shown, dressed in a nurse garment. Ah, that’s why. Her lips were pursed as she narrowed at Watanabe’s bleeding hands. She pulled out a first aid kit from her bag and stepped inside, handing it over to Watanabe.

Ms. Watanabe glanced around the room before sniffing the air, a frown pulling on her lips as she noticed Miya by the door. “Ah, are you Tanaka’s alpha?” She asked, walking over to Miya.

Miya hummed, needing to get used to the title. “Ah.. Yes. Furukawa Miya.”

“Watanabe Hitomi. I’m a doctor that specializes in omegas healthcare. Ah, ignore the nurse garments, today was my day off, I just put whatever on.” She laughed to herself, smiling brightly.

“Mhm. Then… can you check on (Name)? He’s never had a heat before.”

“Yes, of course. I just wanted to make sure I had permission.”

“Permission?”

“Yes. Alphas are so territorial! Even with betas like me,” she giggled. “Riki, you haven’t mated Tanaka yet, yes?”

Watanabe only grunted, busy bandaging his hands.

“I’ll be back, Furukawa-San.”

Miya bowed her head. “Thank you, Watanabe-San.”

“Ah, call me Hitomi. I have a feeling we’ll be like family soon.” Hitomi grinned, opening the bedroom door and stepping inside.

Hitomi couldn’t help her gasp as she slammed the door behind herself quickly, hoping none of your scent had slipped out. She pulled out a small packet of pills and a water bottle as she stepped over to your bed.

And there you were, nude burying your face into a sweater that was seeped in Miya’s citrus scent. You whined at the sight of Hitomi, too horny to care about your nudity. Hitomi’s beta scent was refreshing. Minty like any other beta. But it was nice. Miya’s scent was doing nothing for you.

But there was something in Hitomi’s scent that caught your attention, no matter how fuzzy it was.

Ume?

Riki? Does she know him? Mhm, Ume…

“Tanaka-San, I’m sorry this is how we meet. I’m Watanabe Hitomi, Riki’s mother. He wanted me to check on you because it’s your first ever heat, yes?”

You only whined at the mention of Riki’s name. Why wasn’t he here with you right now? Did he not want you? Were you not enough?

A cool hand against your neck caused you to flinch, your eyes opening again to look at Hitomi. She smiled softly, sitting down on the bed as she rest the water bottle on the night stand.

“It’s okay, Omega. Breathe. Your Alpha loves you.” She whispered, her voice motherly. “But he can’t be here. It’s your first ever heat, it’s a dangerous time for you, Pup. He could accidentally hurt you.”

You whined, feeling your fist tighten their grip on Miya’s sweater. Hurt you? Riki would never. He could never hurt you. Just what was this lady talking about?

Hitomi chuckled. “Well you can growl so I don’t need to check that.”

Growl? You didn’t even notice you were making any noise beside whimpering.

“I have something to help with the pain, Pup. It’s a heat suppressant. Have you taken any other suppressants? One that wasn’t only for heats?”

Shame creeped up on you as you looked away, biting your lip. Hitomi watched as you slowly nod. She didn’t say anything for a moment—as if waiting for you to elaborate. You slowly reached over and pulled open your night stand’s drawer.

“Is it in here?” She asked, looking over as she reached inside and pulled out the empty packets. You watched as her calm eyes began to widen in horror as she read the name. “…L…Limited X…?! Tanaka-San, are you serious?!”

She calmed down when you responded with a whimper, curling up into yourself further in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Pup. I didn’t mean to yell at you.” Hitomi leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t help but purr.

Doctors aren’t supposed to be this loving but you would ignore it in the fact she was your alpha’s mother. Wasn’t she practically your mother now?

“Miya said you were a late bloomer… Was that a lie? Did you present?” She took your whine as a yes. “When did you start taking Limited X?”

A grunt left your throat as you parted your lips, “…nine…”

“Nine…? When.. When did you present?!”

“Nine…”

Hitomi pulled away. You saw from the corner of your eye her panicked expression as she whispered something herself. Was it that bad? Your situation couldn’t have been that rare. She let out a sigh before turning back over to you, a small smile on her lips.

“Your parents are awful, Pup. But it’s okay now. I got you.” She whispered, her voice shaky as she reached over and gently brushed your cheek. Her hand trailed down to your neck as she touched your scent gland. A broken gasp left her lips at the tough skin her fingers grazed.

“Mhm..?” You whined

“Your scent gland isn’t even…” Her look of surprise was soon replaced with fury. Her jaw tightened as she shook her head, patting your back as she stood up. “I’m sorry, Pup. I can’t let you take the suppressants. You need to let the heat run its course. Is there anything you want before I go? I’ll come back to visit you in a day or two.”

“Riki… I want Riki…”

“I’m sorry, but he can’t spend it with you. It’s for your safety, baby.”

“Please… Please… Want him…”

Hitomi pursed her lips as she glanced over at the door. “Okay. For a minute.” She left the room, leaving you alone. Your hand found the fluidity to toss Miya’s sweater across the room, wanting the citrus scent far away from your nose.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt a cool hand gently touch your cheek. You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep. A low purr left your throat when your eyes met Riki’s. There he was.

Well, he was a bit far from you.

You hum and raise an eyebrow, reaching over to grab his hand and pull him closer. But he quickly resisted, pulling his hand away. The sound that leaves you is almost like that of a kicked puppy as you look at him in shock.

The words are on the tip of your tongue but you were too far gone in your heat to speak now.

“Sorry… Sorry, I can’t get too close. It’s hard enough being here.” Riki muttered, his eyes looking at everything but you. You noticed his tense posture, back straight entirely with his fists clenched at his sides. The bandages wrapped around his fists catch your attention as you whimper, wondering how he got hurt in such a short amount of time.

Did Miya fight him??? Oh god, you hoped that they would get close not fight.

A strangled grunt leaving Riki’s chest made you look up at him, seeing his jaw set tight. Was your scent affecting him this badly?

“Ah, (Name), I can’t stay in here much longer.” Riki groaned, reaching down and pulling off his shirt. Your eyes widen as your legs clamp together, an eager smirk pulling on your lips. Neither can you, you felt as if you would burst if he just continued to stand there.

But whatever you thought was going to happened was ignored when he tossed the shirt at your face. Any disappointment was drowned out when you sniffed the shirt, sighing in relief at having the Japanese apricots fill your nostrils.

“Why didn’t she tell me you were naked….”

Your eyes peek open to see Riki moving away, the sound of his pants falling onto the ground causing you to purr in appreciation at the sight of his ass. He also tossed his pants at you. It hit your square in the face but you didn’t care, eager to just bury your nose in his scent.

“Riki…” You mewled, slick coating the bedsheets beneath you.

“Shh. If you say my name again I’ll cum.” He said bluntly, his hand gripping at his boxers before pulling them off. You couldn’t help the slight squeal that left you as he tossed the boxers to you. You forgot all about his pants and shirt as you bit at his boxers, purring at the fabric in your hands.

Ah, it was right against his cock.

You thought he was now coming to join you in bed but you whined as you watched him slip on some clothes. What?! What the fuck?! He changed into a plain old t-shirt and sweatpants. Where did he even get that?!

You felt like throwing a tantrum.

Here you were, pliant, soaking wet, practically begging for him. And he was only nice enough to give you his boxers?!

Riki finally turned around, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Don’t give me those eyes. I’m following my mom’s instructions. I’ll visit you again tomorrow.” He walked over to you with his fingers pinching his nose. A slight giggle left your lips at the sight as he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your lips before quickly pulling away and sprinting to the door.

“Bye!” He yelled, closing the door behind him.

He was lucky he’s cute…

You glanced down at the boxers still in your hand and sighed. This will have to do for tonight.

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“Aren’t they cute?”

You kneel down, peering into the small pond. The koi fish swirl around each other as you poke your finger in the water. They disburse away from your small ripple, finding safety near the other side. A slight giggle leaves your lips.

“They’re funny.”

“Funny? Mhm, I don’t know. I think you’re more funny looking.”

A gasp leaves you as you turn over to face Naoki, pouting at the laugher that begins to escape him. He falls back onto his butt while you cross your arms together and fane a look of disappointment at his teasing.

“Meanie. The girls at my school say I’m cute. And that I smell sweet!”

“Do they? What did you bribe them with?”

“B..Bri…be..? What does that mean?”

Naoki only chuckled, reaching over to pull you close with him on the grass. “Ask your teacher. But you do smell sweet, (Name). My little pudding.”

“Well…! You smell like vanilla!”

“Vanilla? That’s too sweet for an alpha like me.”

“Don’t care. You’re sweet. Sweet alphas are better than smelly alphas like Daichi.”

“Really? Then I hope you get with an alpha with the sweetest scent there is.”

“Ew! I don’t like alphas. Only you and Miya. Yuck!”

Naoki laughed. You couldn’t remember his face. It hurt so much to only remember his heart shaped smile. Why couldn’t you remember his eyes? His nose? The only person to love you and you can’t even remember him properly?

“(Name), c’mon, drink this!”

A groan left your throat as your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. You looked to your left and saw Miya holding a glass of water. She smiled and reached down, wiping at your face before helping you sit up.

“Did you sleep well? You had a big smile on your face before I woke you up.” She asked, sitting down on the bed. You hummed absentmindedly, eager to quench your thirst.

“How long has it been?”

“A week.”

“Week?! Heats only last three days…”

“Yeah will you haven’t exactly gone through a heat before. Anyway, Hitomi-San came to visit you everyday to make sure you didn’t die.”

“Die?!”

Miya hummed. “You were sometimes so cold during the night or really hot. She would sometimes stay the night to make sure you didn’t stop breathing too.”

“Crap… I don’t remember anything that happened…”

“Well you didn’t do anything embarrassing if you’re worried about that.” Miya said, taking the empty glass from you. Her lip slightly twitched as she smirked. “Ah, wait, no that’s not true… you did embarrass yourself when Watanabe came.”

You froze, looking over at Miya with a look of fear. Miya smirked and began to laugh, enjoying your panicked expression.

“What?! What did I do?”

“It was so funny… Hitomi-San was cleaning the slick off your body when Watanabe came into the room to give you fresh clothes with his scent. You practically shoved Hitomi-San off the bed to launch yourself at Watanabe. I should’ve recorded it!!”

“Is Hitomi-San okay?!”

“Yeah, she’s fine. Watanabe wasn’t, you made him fall and knock his head against your desk! Then you started crying as if you killed him because he was knocked out for a second. Anyway he had to get stitches on the back of his head.”

You stared at Miya with your mouth agape, physically imagining the event in your head. You were so glad you couldn’t remember anything. It was already bringing you shame and embarrassment at the fact you literally attacked Riki just cause of your stupid heat.

Not to mention shoving away the woman who was helping you live… Gosh, you wanted to curl up and die.

Miya had finally stopped laughing and pulled out her phone, showing you a picture she must’ve took of that night. Sure enough, there you are, naked as the day you were born. Luckily enough Miya had cropped it to where it was only the upper half of your body.

You were straddling Riki, holding his face in your hands as you looked to be in a mid cry. There was a small amount of blood on the floor from what you could tell so he really did get hurt. Miya swiped, showing a short video that was Riki waking up, looking absolutely disoriented before narrowing in on you. Immediately a blush appeared on his face and he practically bucked you off of him.

Your cries were heard in the background as you were flung off camera. Video Miya yelled something about being careful while Hitomi had moved over to you. Riki moved to stood up but soon collapsed back onto the ground, earning a shrill scream from what you could only assume was yourself. The video soon ended with Miya accidentally turning the camera on your bare butt as you once again shoved Hitomi away to get to Riki.

That was…

“Oh my god.” You whispered, wanting to end it all right then and there while Miya laughed her ass off.

“I’ve never seen you act so animal like!” Miya laughed, wiping away the stray tears from her face. “It was nice. Felt like the first time you were truly yourself. Even if it was while you were butt naked, dripping slick all over the carpet.”

“Miya!!”

“What? It’s a normal bodily function. Don’t get embarrassed.” She patted you on the back and stood up, stretching. “Anyway, Hitomi-San and Watanabe will be here in a few hours. Take a shower… a long one.”

With that, she left your room, leaving it open as Ume sprinted inside. Ume purred as she jumped onto your bed and immediately got comfortable, curling into herself. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing Ume must’ve been upset to not have access to your room for such a long time.

She hated closed doors. Ume practically owned the place.

You rubbed at your neck, groaning as you stretched your sore body. Your body sputtered for a moment as your fingers gently rubbed against the lower center of your neck. It… was a bit softer?

It was still sold and rough but there was a slight softness that wasn’t there before.

It wasn’t too late for you…?

You could be mated?

You’d have to ask Hitomi. But you couldn’t help the slight giddy smile on your lips. You could be Riki’s if it really was softening… A slight glob of slick soaked the bedsheets beneath you. You groaned, rolling your eyes. This was going to have to take some getting used to.

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Miya fiddled with her phone, her eyes flickering around as she closed the apartment door behind her. Her phone began to ring—startling her out of her thoughts as she quickly answered it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hey. How are things there?” She whispered, walking to lean over the railing. Her dyed purple hair was pulled back into a small ponytail as the wind blew her bangs upward.

The voice on the other line as hushed and quiet.

“Terrible. He’s back.”

“Which one?”

“Obviously the eldest. He had a wedding ring on his finger. I think he’s married now.”

“Married…? He didn’t tell (Name)? Does he even have a mating mark?”

“That type of alpha would never let anyone mark him. Anyway, he talked to me as if we’re friends. The nerve.”

“Shit. Did he say anything weird?”

“Besides the fact he was not so subtly making fun of me for still living at mom’s place, no. He did insult me being a mangaka, I don’t remember telling him that. Did (Name) tell him?”

“Really, Yuzuru? (Name) doesn’t even talk to his mom unless she calls. He’s not talking to Daichi.”

“Watch your mouth. I’m still the oldest, little shit. I don’t have to do this spying shit for you.”

“Then say goodbye to your precious beta reader!”

“Wait! Sorry, sorry. Anyway, I still haven’t seen Naoki. I… huh?”

“Mhm? What’s wrong?”

“Uh… Daichi just came back with a woman… an omega I think.”

“Omega? No way in hell… those alpha elitist would never mate with an omega…” Miya waited for her brother to continue speaking but she soon heard the sound of a woman talking before the phone abruptly cut off.

She cursed, ready to call Yuzuru back when she saw Hitomi and Watanabe walk up the stairs to the complex. She’d have to call him back later. With a huff, she put her phone away and grinned, waving at Hitomi.

Hitomi smiled, her eyes closing into crescent moons. “Morning, Miya-Chan! I brought breakfast for you and Tanaka. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I did! (Name)-Kun is doing great thanks to your help. He just woke up a few minutes ago.” Miya reached over and took the plastic bag away from Hitomi, opening the apartment door to let them inside. She rolled her eyes at Watanabe’s lack of greeting.

She could tell he was fidgety. His eyes quickly narrowing in on your bedroom door, practically waiting for you to come out so he could see if you were truly okay.

Hitomi pulled out a MedKit from her bag, going straight to your room. She didn’t knock, just pushed the door open before shutting it behind her.

Just your luck, you were putting on your underwear when she came in. You shrieked, reaching to cover your nude body from her eyes.

“Calm down, Pup. I’ve seen everything by now.” She said honestly, resting the MedKit on your nightstand as she pulled out what looked to be a thermometer and some pills. “Come here once you’re dressed.”

You slipped on a baggy t-shirt and shorts, wondering if you should bring up the whole… shoving incident. “Uhm… If… uh.. there.. was anything weird I did… while… y’know… in heat… I uhm…”

Hitomi glanced over at you. “You mean giving my son a concussion and having him bleed out on the floor?”

Your breathing halted, your eyes widening at her words. Well when she puts it that way…

Her gaze was harsh on you before a gummy smile pulled on her lips. “It’s okay, Pup. You aren’t the craziest patient I’ve had to dealt with. You were tame. Now c’mere.”

You walked over to where she was by your desk and watched as she held up the thermometer, motioning for you to pry your lips apart.

“Besides,” she said, slipping the thermometer into your mouth. “You look cute while crying. You cared so much for my Riki. I think if Miya hadn’t held you back, you would’ve followed us to the hospital.”

“Followed…?” You muttered, taking the thermometer out of your mouth to once it beeped. Hitomi took it from you and hummed. A good temperature you’d assume.

“Yes. You wouldn’t even let me touch Riki at first. Took Riki waking back up and telling you to calm down for you to finally release him.”

“I didn’t know omegas could be… territorial.”

“Everyone is territorial. Especially for someone they love. Omegas can be scary when they want to. You almost bit me.” Hitomi said nonchalantly.

“Bit?!”

“It’s fine. Like I said, you were like a kitten compared to other patients I’ve had.” She opened the bottle of pills and poured out two capsules, handing them over to you. “You seem fine. But you didn’t go through a full heat. It was just a pre-heat. Your full heat will be in two months.”

“Only a pre-heat…? But it was intense.”

“Mhm. It was. Your body was only getting you ready. You are severely underdeveloped,” she said, her tone turning serious. “I advise you to not have any penetrative sex until your hole… has grown.”

“Grown?”

“Yes. I checked it. It’s too small for an omega. Your cock should also become small as well.”

“What? Wait? I thought male omegas could have dicks?”

“Who told you that? Male omegas are born with dicks but they lose them during their first heat. Then a vagina begins to form and your dick will become a clit. Your hole is there, just too small to be called a vagina at the moment.”

“You weren’t talking about my butt hole..?”

“No.” Hitomi frowned. “Did no one teach you about male omegas? I know they’re rare but they should still teach you all about these things. You need to know your body…” Her lips pursed as if she was in thought before looking over at the door.

You glanced over, wondering if she saw something.

“Ah. Have Riki show you where your hole is. I’m sure you don’t want me touching it.” She said, putting away her materials. “You can also have him help you stretch it. It’ll help with the process.”

“S..Stretch it..?”

“Yes. Finger you. You can always finger yourself but at least let him show you where it is.” With that, she grabbed her MedKit and left the room, leaving you standing there with your mouth agape.

Vagina…? Clit...? Fingering?!

You felt lightheaded. All this time, your body was underdeveloped. Your genitalia was a lie this entire time! Your cock was going to turn into a fucking clit!!!

“(Name)? Your scent soured.”

Your body jumped as the door was harshly pushed up, a tense Riki standing in the doorway. His eyes roamed your body—looking for any damage before pausing at your face. He tilted his head, walking over to you as he began to sniff you.

“What? Did my mom tell you bad news?” He asked, his hand reaching up, as if to touch your face but he stopped himself and placed it on your desk. You couldn’t help the slight whimper at that.

“No… No bad news. Just that—well—I’ll be growing a vagina!”

“Huh? You already have one. I saw it when we were in the classroom.”

“Hah?! You saw it?!”

“Mhm. It’s so tiny, I was wondering why it looked like that but I’ve never been with a male omega before.” Riki said nonchalantly, his posture relaxing now that he realized there was nothing wrong. “You’ve never felt it?”

You blushed. “Well, I don’t really masturbate touching myself down there.. just my cock.”

Riki tilted his head as a smirk pulled on his lips. “Mhm? You’ll have to learn the other way soon, your little cock is turning into a clit.” He laughed.

The urge to punch him the face was strong. He felt just like the Riki you met at the sushi restaurant. It was going to take some getting used to with Riki’s personality. It was like he could switch between a sadist and timid puppy.

“Uhm. Your mom.. said that you could help.”

“Help? You want me to touch your pussy?”

Your cheeks flushed as you looked at everything but him. “Don’t call it that!”

“Why can’t I? Is it not a pussy?” Riki grinned as he moved closer, his nose teasing your neck as he leaned down. Your breathing hitched as you subconsciously tilted your head, giving him easy access to your scent gland. “I was sad that I’ll have to wait so long to properly fuck you…”

His hand grasped your crotch, earning a stuttered gasp from you as your body tensed. Your hand gripped the desk behind you for stability as he harshly fondled you. “But fingering you until you get a proper pussy sounds hot. I’ll be making a pussy just for me to touch. For me to fuck. For me to knot whenever I please.”

“Riki…” you gasped. The thought was already intoxicating. Any fear you had about this new body part growing was long gone at the thought of Riki truly molding you into something just for him. You were only disappointed that you’d have to wait so long to get what your body so desperately craves.

Only two month… You can last two months…

“Do you like that? The thought of your body changing itself just from my touch?” He whispered, his hand gripping your cock through your shorts. Your body arched against the desk as you feel your legs part to give Riki easier access.

“Nngh… That’ll… That’ll make me good for Alpha.” You manage to whine, looking up at him with watery eyes. Riki’s eyes widen before he chuckled, pressing a kiss on your neck.

“You’re already a good omega for me, (Name). But I won’t lie and say you getting a pretty pussy won’t make me happy. I can already imagine sinking my fingers inside, stretching you wide before I stuff you with my knot. Would you like that, Omega? My knot stretching you, ruining you for me and only me?”

A strangled cry left your throat as the thought clouded your mind and your hands gripped the desk, your toes curling. Your body felt as if it was spasming until you felt a growing wetness in your shorts.

Riki released your crotch as he glanced down, a laugh leaving his lips. “You came untouched. Did I excite you that much?”

“Shut up.” You weakly whine, wanting to curl up into a ball and die.

“Ahem.”

You and Riki’s body froze as there was a slight knock on the door. There stood Miya, her face unimpressed.

“We are still here, by the way. Maybe close the door if you’re going to start having sex.” She said, “Also there’s breakfast, (Name)… come get it after you take a shower… again.”

This was it. You were going to die of embarrassment.

Riki looked as if he’d seen a ghost. You could tell he must’ve realized his mother heard his dirty talking. Hopefully they didn’t hear everything…

“Uh… We can talk about the whole fingering thing later.” You whispered.

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In front of him, he stood tall, overpowering. His scent was musky—drowning out any other scent in the room. Brown eyes flickered around the living room before settling on a framed picture on the wall near the TV.

You, so young and cute, a wide smile while Miya hugged you tightly against her chest. It was an older picture, around the age of thirteen. Yuzuru was standing behind the both of you, aged eighteen, a small slight smile on his lips. His large circular glasses taking up half of his face.

Daichi looked over Yuzuru now, sitting on the couch across of him. Glasses long gone and smile replaced a tight frown. It was a shame, Daichi thought to himself. Yuzuru was supposedly an omega but looked nothing like it.

He took another look at Yuzuru, wondering how he gained so much weight. Yuzuru wasn’t the stick thin omega he was back in high school. He was fuller, his mother must be over feeding him.

Yuzuru kissed his teeth together, catching Daichi’s attention. “If you’re done scrutinizing me, why are you here?”

Mrs. Furukawa gently patted Yuzuru’s lap, giving him a tight smile. “What Yuzu was saying.. Is what made you want to visit us? It’s been forever.”

Daichi grinned, opening his coat and pulling out an envelope. “It’s nothing special.” He said. “Yuzuru is almost in his late twenties and my colleagues mentioned something about a blind date for omegas to find an alpha. I’m sure… it would be helpful for your case.”

A pin could be dropped as Yuzuru’s eyes widen, his lips parting as his fingers dug into the armchair of the couch. He looked ready to blow, jump across this stupid coffee table and show Daichi what he was made of. But his mother grabbed his arm as she grabbed the envelope from Daichi.

“Is that?” She asked, her voice devoid of any emotion.

“Ah. Yes… You have (Name)’s address, yes? I want to talk to him.”

“Why would I willingly give you his address?” Yuzuru muttered.

“Well… It’s been ages since I’ve seen my little brother.. I wanted to check up on him.”

“You can call him.” Yuzuru whispered.

Daichi hummed. “I guess I could. I suppose I wanted to get a better look at you, Yuzuru. Since you seem to be so interested in me these days.”

Yuzuru froze, looking away. He noticed? What the fuck?

With the tension tight and heavy, Daichi left without another word.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You were gently drying your hair when you grabbed your phone off the night stand. There was texts and emails that you didn’t care too much about responding to except one from a number you didn’t recognize.

It was just a picture that they sent.

You clicked on the picture and felt the color drain from your face.

It wasn’t just one picture. It was two.

One picture of an ultrasound.

And another of a wedding.

Daichi and a woman you’ve seen before.

But she was an omega… Why would someone like Daichi marry her?

But that wasn’t the most important thing you cared about. No, you cared more about who she was. Who she was before supposedly becoming Daichi’s wife, his mate.

Naoki’s ex girlfriend.

Sorry for the wait! I just recently moved to my college dorms, forgot to write lol. Hopefully it won’t take too long for chapter 3, there will be actual smut in that one, trust.. ask to be added to the tag list for riki’s story. Some people don’t show up when I try to tag them tho, sorry about that :/ also there’s a limit smh

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Translations:

❝ お兄ちゃん、どうして私を守ってくれなかったの？ ❞ — brother, why didn’t you protect me?

❝ なぜですか？苦しいよ、直樹。❞ — why? It’s painful, Naoki

[soliarus]

*sigh* Business Party

-fluff, suggestive, business partyyyy shenanigans, first kiss!?!? OH MY GAWD finally finished the series!! Thanks @miinatozakiii for the original request!!

: taking your niece’s teacher out to a business party is crazy

words 1.4k

teacher!sana x fem!reader

part 1 part 2

“You look very pretty, Sana,” you mumble with a blush as you stiffly hold up a bouquet of flowers when the apartment door opens. She was wearing a white dress with a faux feathered coat draped across her shoulders. Sana bashfully smiles as she steps out. 

“And you also look very pretty, Y/N” Your blush increased tenfold as Sana looked at you from under her lashes. 

“T-thank you!” You were wearing a really pretty black dress, and Sana couldn’t keep her eyes off your body. It just hugged your curves in all the right places, in a way that makes her itch—the good kind of itch. 

“Thank you so much for being my plus one, Sana!” you say as you open the passenger door for her, “I really appreciate it; I didn’t know who else to bring. Last time I brought Eun, and let’s just say she was a bit too excited.”

“Of course, Y/N! Thank you so much for inviting me; I’ve never been to a party like this, and I’m excited!” Sana beams as she places her hand over yours, which rests on the door handle. You swallow as Sana’s fingers rub against yours. 

“Y-yeah…” *gulp* 

— 

“Oh, Sana, before we go inside…” You start. Still in your car, the venue is only a couple steps away. It’s clear you were nervous. 

“Yes, Y/N?” Sana looks at you expectantly, but with the most caring eyes. 

“This is for you.” You pull out a bracelet, carefully crafted with fine silver and diamonds. “I had it specially made for you; it’s a thank you. For joining me tonight.” 

—

The party was much fancier than Sana intended; the hall was adorned with gold and maroon decorations. And it just smelled rich. Like someone spilt a bottle of Chanel Cuir de Russie. 

Sana was nervous, like really super nervous. She fiddled with her fingers, bringing them up to play with the bracelet you had given her a few moments ago. She cautiously eyed the magnificent room. You sensed her nervousness and slowly held her hand in yours. 

“I was nervous at my first party too, but I promise you, I won’t let anything bad happen to you tonight.” You softly tell her, squeezing her hand reassuringly. This time Sana feels her breath hitch. You just look so good. You smile at her, lost in her eyes for a second, before coming to your senses. 

“Hey, you’ve got to try the wine here; the rich snobs love it,  seriously it tastes like trash.” You whisper the last bit into Sana’s ear, who just giggles as you walk her towards the huge bar in the corner. 

“Oh, oh wow…” Sana covers her mouth with her hand, squeezing her eyes shut after taking a sip of some wine. You try to hold back your laugh. 

“See, I told you, just because the bottles are more expensive doesn’t mean the taste gets better.” you giggle as Sana slumps over the counter. 

“What’s with rich people and bitterness…” Sana mumbles but then her eyes widen as she looks at you, “I-I didn’t mean you- I just-” 

You really couldn’t hold back your laugh this time as Sana stumbles over her words. She’s mesmerized by the way you tilt your head back and place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, your eyes forming crescents. God, she feels lucky enough to be in your presence. 

“Ah, Ms. Magical Diamond has decided to finally attend a party,” a deep voice spoke from behind you. You turned to face a tall 6’6” man, his broad shoulders and buff muscles constricting within the suit he wore, his mustache proper yet holding so much power. 

Sana felt astonished, frightened even, this man was scary, he’s got to be some bodyguard, mafia boss, assassin, or something. You– no scratch that everyone looked so small compared to him. Yet your smile didn’t show any fear at all, you beamed as you hugged him. 

“Mr. Puff!” You exclaim. Okay, weird name. Sana thought. But her nervousness dissipated as she saw the man smile, it seemed so fatherly, co comforting. 

“Sana! This is Mr. Puff! He’s the owner of Puff’s Bakery!” You introduce her. Oh, this big guy owns that one cute bakery in New York—the one with white walls, completely adorned with baby pink decor? 

She’s astonished as she stares at the man. You giggle at her awed face, “He might seem all rough on the outside, but trust me he’s just a big old cream puff”. You reassure her, Sana just nods as you and Mr. Puff begin a light conversation. 

While you’re distracted, she takes the chance to look around, not at the place, she’s already done that, but at the people. Her eyes catch celebrities and business entrepreneurs of all kinds. Some of them she didn’t know anything about, except for one thing, they could probably buy her life in a heartbeat. 

Holy sh*t, is that Kim Kardashian!? 

“Sana? Sana!” You were waving a hand over her face, trying to get her attention. 

“Huh?” You giggle as she turns to you, looking like a confused puppy. You place a hand on her cheek. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” You murmur, staring into her eyes. Sana’s face flushes. 

“W-what?” 

“Uhh I mean that– like– you…let’s just leave” 

—-

“It’s still early in the night...would you like to come over to my place?” You ask Sana after leaving the venue. 

“If you don’t mind! I would love to see your place!” Sana beams, her eyes twinkling, ready to see your home. 

You two stop in front of a huge building, handing in your keys before leading the way. Just as the two of you step into the elevator, a whole bunch of people step in. Why are there so many people out right now? You wouldn’t know. One thing you did know was that your front was literally pressed against Sana’s right now as the two of you were shoved into the corner of the elevator. 

You were breathing against Sana’s neck, her hands wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. You chanted in your mind. You shivered as one of her hands trailed up from your waist across your back, against your neck, before grasping your chin. You didn’t have any time to react because she tugged your face up only to place a soft peck on your lips. You were shocked, to say the least. 

When you tried to make eye contact with her, you saw she was looking somewhere else, or at someone else. A man, you saw him scoff and stuff his phone in his pocket before turning to look at the door instead. Sana also let out a scoff under her breath before looking at you. Her serious eyes, now wide and full, you saw as her face slowly turned red. You also felt your face burn as everyone in the elevator stepped out, leaving the two of you alone in there. 

You take a step back, once the doors close, your chest heaving. You notice how Sana’s hands linger a bit before she speaks up, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that without your permission, that guy was eyeing you weird and I think he was going to take a picture of you– I know that’s not an excuse but–” 

You stopped her in her tracks, “I liked it…” you whispered. 

“What…” She breathes out. 

“I liked it” 

—

As soon as the door closed, you pushed Sana against it, your lips fully on hers. Two breaths combined into one as you tugged each other closer. Your make out session didn’t last long though. You felt yourself freeze in your spot when you heard someone clear their throat behind you—a sound you’re way too familiar with. 

“E-eun! What are you doing here!” You turned around, hair slapping Sana in the face. There was your niece in all her glory, wearing her Barbie pjs, a cup of milk in her hand, the other tapping against it as she leaned against the wall. 

“Mom dropped me off five hours ago, had the place to myself…” She shrugs as if it’s the most normal thing ever, “I should be the one asking that question to her” She points to the woman behind you, “Ms. Minatoki…” 

“I–uhmm…” Sana has nothing to say, not even the normal correction of her name, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, I mean what can you say after your student finds their aunt’s lipstick marks all over your face. 

You hurriedly hand Sana a tissue and help her pull her dress straps onto her shoulder. 

“Why didn’t your mom tell me she was dropping you off,” You groan. 

“She texted you, and emailed you, and called you, even left a voicemail, I think?” Eun murmurs. 

“You should be in bed.” 

“So you could have my teacher in yours?” 

[vodika-vibes]

Throwing this thought at you like a paper airplane after I saw the corri dating pole, admittedly the first clone I felt in love with was Rys right off the bat from episode one. The smooth personality and tattoos got me like a bear trap immediately, then there was the hair and the color scheme and the way he was just toteing around a heavy ass rocket launcher the whole episode. I was also 16 when I first watched that episode and I do not digress, he’s still fine af. Uhg, he’s just so cute.

We Belong Together

Summary: You have your eyes set on a boy. And not just any boy, but Rys, a member of the Guard. A surprise power outage from an even more surprise storm gives you a chance.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Rys x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1805

Warnings: None

A/N: I had so many ideas for this, but this is the one that I eventually settled on. I hope you like it!

“You’re staring.”

You don’t pull your gaze away from Rys, even when your friend elbows you roughly. “I’m not staring. I’m…admiring.”

“Yeah. Which translates to staring.” 

You finally pull your gaze away from Rys and glare at your friend, “He’s gorgeous and I love him.”

“Girl, you don’t even know him. Maybe he’s a prick.”

“He’s not.”

“Why, because your imagination says so?”

You huff and fold your arms over your chest, “Because he’s nothing but polite when I talk to him.”

“Oh, so you’ve talked to him before?”

At that, your face burns, “I…well…”

“Ah, he comes to you for tech support.” Your friend has a slightly smug smile on her face, and you pout at her and look away.

“It’s…a start.”

“Oh, yes. Everyone knows that all of the greatest love stories start when one part doesn’t even know that the other one exists.” She teases, and then she drapes an arm over your shoulder and hugs you lightly, “Maybe you should set your sights on someone who actually knows you exist.”

You shoot her a dirty look.

“You know…like that nice man at the shipping store?”

“You mean the one that smells like rotting meat?”

“Well—”

“Thanks but no thanks,” You scrunch up your nose at the thought, “I’m done with lunch and heading back to my office, you?”

“Mm, I have an extended lunch today since I’m staying late this evening. I’ll see you later, though.” She turns back to her lunch and you shake your head, though you push out of your seat and throw your trash away before you slip out of the cafeteria and head towards the stairs that will take you to your office.

You could take the lift, probably, but the last thing you want is to end up on the lift with some snooty senators.

They always say the same things, “Is that your natural hair color?” No. Humans aren’t born with rainbow hair. “Are those tattoos permanent?” Yes, tattoos generally are. “Are those face piercings religious?” No, they just look pretty.

Honestly, with few exceptions, the Senators are so annoying.

You head down the four flights of stairs and then push open the door leading to your level, and you have to side-step a group of senator aides who seem to think that they own the Senate building, before you key in the code to your office door and head back into your office.

“I’m back!” You call to the office, but there’s no response. There never is.

You work alone, after all.

An almost silent sigh falls from your lips, and you reach over to flip the lights on, only for a light in the back of your office to flicker, and go out.

A second, louder, sigh falls from your lips.

“You should work for the senate,” You mutter under your breath, mocking your old guidance counselor, “They need an IT person, and it’s high paying. Just like you require.” You climb onto a spare desk and pop the lid off the light, and scowl at the dead bulb, “I might be high-paid, but this place sucks.”

You are, after all, required to do your own maintenance.

About fifteen minutes later, the door to your office slides open. You don’t look away from where you’re, carefully, trying to maneuver the light into place. “I’ll be right with you.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then heavy steps, “Do you need any help?” The voice is familiar in the way that all of the clones' voices are familiar, and you spare him a glance over your shoulder.

It’s Rys.

For a moment you just blink at him in bewilderment, and then you shake your head, “Ah, it’s nice of you to offer, but I’m almost done.” You slide the new bulb into place, secure it there, and let out a triumphant noise as the light comes back on. “There! Perfect!”

You swiftly pop the covering back into place, and then climb off the table so you’re standing in front of Rys, “Sorry about that! How can I help you?”

He stares at you for a moment, and then offers you his datapad, “It stopped working.”

You take the small device and open your mouth to ask what happened, exactly, though you’re cut off by a low, deep, rumble from outside the building. And then there’s a loud crack that makes you jump, and the entire room goes dark.

The room remains dark for about thirty seconds before the backup generators kick on and the room is lit by eerie red lights.

“Well, that’s not ideal,” You murmur as you move to your desk and set the datapad in your hand on the edge.

“No, it’s not.” You turn to look at Rys, who’s frowning at his comm, “The Commander says to shelter in place until they figure out why the power is out.” He moves to an open chair and drops into it, kicking his feet up on an empty desk.

Well, you’re not going to complain about being stuck in a room with the man you’ve been crushing on for months, so you drop into your chair as well, and then dig around your desk to pull out a deck of cards, “Wanna play?”

“Yeah, alright.”

Two hours later, the senate building is still running on emergency generators, and you and Rys have long since moved away from Sabbac to just chatting with each other.

He’s removed the top part of his armor and is sitting on the floor next to you, taking turns throwing the cards across the room into a box.

“So, I have to ask,” Rys says after a moment, “How does someone like you end up working here, of all places?”

“Someone like me?” You repeat with a laugh.

“You definitely don’t look like you should work at the senate,” He points out, as he lightly tugs on a strand of your hair.

“That’s fair,” You agree, “I was encouraged to apply here after college, they hired me sight unseen.” You shrug, “And I’m good enough that they look the other way when it comes to the dye and piercings.”

“Well, I’m glad.”

You glance at him, but he’s not looking at you, “Well, me too. I wouldn’t like to be jobless.”

He glances at you, and his smile is one you’ve never seen aimed at you before, “I just meant that you add some color to a pretty dreary place. Plus, I can always pick you out of a crowd.”

“Why would you need to pick me out of a crowd?” You ask, genuinely confused.

He throws another card into the box and you frown at the box, wondering if you should move it further away, “No reason,” Rys replies quickly, “And if my brothers ever tell you anything different you need to know that they’re all horrible liars.”

You laugh and lean against the wall, “Okay, so what would they tell me?”

He still won’t look at you, “They’d probably say something along the lines of me having a crush on you.”

You blink at him, having not expected those words to come out of his mouth, “But, since your brothers are liars,” You say slowly, “It’s not true.” You fold your arms, “Huh, that’s a shame.”

His head snaps towards you fast enough that you genuinely worry about his neck, “What’s a shame?”

“Oh, well,” You shrug, almost nonchalantly, “If you did have a thing for me, we could have tried seeing how we were together, but since you’re not—” You shrug again, and then place your hands on the ground to propel yourself to your feet to collect the cards from the floor and the box.

You don’t manage to get to your feet.

Rys’ hand wraps around your wrist and he tugs you so that you topple over onto his lap, and then his lips are against yours. You adjust yourself so that you’re straddling one of his thighs, and your arms snake around his neck so you’re able to play with the hair at the base of his neck, as you kiss him back, just as enthusiastically. 

For someone who, you assume, has never kissed anyone before, Rys is a really good kisser. Or, maybe, all of the people you’ve ever kissed before have just been really bad.

Either way, he’s a very enthusiastic kisser, angling his head so he’s able to deepen the kiss without forcing you to stretch, his tongue sliding against the seam of your lips, and then against your own.

And the kiss only breaks when the lights overhead flicker back on.

His hand moves to your cheek, and he has a very small, very smug, grin playing on his lips as he adjusts you so that he can press his forehead against yours. 

“You’re really good at that,” You say, slightly breathlessly.

His smile becomes even more smug, “I must be a natural then.”

“Must be,” You agree, leaning in so you can brush your lips against his, and he tilts his head back slightly so he can catch your lips in a proper kiss, only to have to stop when his comm chimes.

There’s a glimmer of annoyance on his handsome face, but he grabs his comm and reads the message on it. And then his head thumps back against the wall.

“Time to go back to work?” You ask, sympathetic, even as your fingers move to the tattoo on his jaw and you trace the shape lightly. 

His gaze lingers on your face for a moment, “Unfortunately. If I don’t go, the Commander will come and look for me.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” You joke lightly, already moving to get off of him, though his hands tightly grip your hip, as though he’s not ready to let you go.

You grin at him, kiss him quickly, and then slip off his lap. “You know,” You muse thoughtfully as he gets to his feet and starts pulling his armor back on, “There’s a nice little restaurant not far from my place, delivery or pick up only.”

“That right?”

“Mm, they have really nice food,” You continue, “If you wanted to come around to my place after work?”

His fingers fumble on the latch to his armor, and his gaze locks with yours as a wide grin crosses his face, “It’d take an act of god to keep me away.”

You grin right back at him, “It’s a date then.”

Rys finishes strapping on his armor, and then lightly taps your chin with two fingers, “I can’t wait.” He drops a kiss on your cheek, and then he’s gone, back to work.

And you’re left to try not to erupt into elated giggles as excitement wells inside you.

You’ve never been so happy in your life.

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[tmbswhodunit]

WHO DUNNIT TMBS CHALLENGE: i have spent my life clamoring towards it

“I’ve become aware of a problem,” Number Two states, seeing Mr. Benedict enter the kitchen. He carries a plate that had once contained biscuits. Now there are only crumbs, which he shakes into the trash can before taking the plate to the sink.

“Oh? What is it, dear?” he asks.

“I’m going to die alone.”

Nicholas stops in his movements. He turns to face Number Two. She’s in the middle of chopping onions for her latest dish, something smelling of curry spices and tomato. Nicholas blinks heavily as he watches her slam the knife down in an unusually aggressive chop. The onion splits open; a stinging, pungent scent fills the air. 

He sits down at the table nearby, still looking at Number Two. The sudden sounds and smells swirling around him make him wary of a narcoleptic episode. Better to tackle this situation while seated. “I’m curious about why you say that.”

She takes another chop. The sound of it resounds through the kitchen, and Nicholas hopes she doesn’t damage her knife. Number Two takes pride in her knives, after all.

“Well, Rhonda has that boyfriend now,” she says. 

Ah. Nicholas thinks he might know where this is going. He waits for Number Two to continue.

“And I don’t fall in love, you know. So it’s just a reasonable conclusion. Tragically, you are highly statistically likely to die before me, being decades older. Milligan lives with Kate. Rhonda will live with the boyfriend. If not this one, then another one. And I’ll die alone.”

Nicholas nods. He does know. Number Two has confided in him before about her lack of romantic and sexual feelings. The issue had surfaced not long after Nicholas had originally adopted her— other teenagers talked about crushes, dates, going out, and getting married, and Number Two just…never got it. She had felt like something was wrong with her. Something even more wrong than all the other things that were already wrong, of course, because this lack of love in her heart was only one item on the list. But Nicholas had explained that he was much the same. He had romantic feelings sometimes, for very few people, and only in situations where he had already gotten to know them deeply. He’d never gotten married. Number Two might be much the same.

And that was all fine and well, because for the most part, Number Two never wanted to be in love. Nicholas hoped that their non-traditional family would help her feel secure in who she is, and to know that she can live a fulfilling life without romance. 

But sometimes the horrors just get to you anyway, it seems.

“Ah, yes,” Nicholas mused.

“So you agree? I’m going to die alone?”

“No, no,” he corrects her. “I’m merely expressing understanding of your thought process and the social systems that have brought it into being.”

Number Two has obliterated the onion. She scrapes the small, diced pieces into a pan, then carves a glob of butter out of a stick and plops that down, too. It won’t be long until the onion’s intense smell has been melded with those of the spices, the tomatoes, and whatever else she’ll add to the mix, bringing the atmosphere from eye-watering to mouth-watering. 

“I understand why you think this, my dear. We live in a world where we are not often shown examples of adults without partners who live happy, fulfilling, connected lives; who have love for the people around them in other ways, and who don’t suffer for it. It can feel as if we don’t have a romantic partner, we won’t have anybody in our life to spend our days with, share our thoughts with, and, well, to not be alone with.”

The onions sizzle loudly.

“So you do agree?” Number Two narrows her eyes. She holds a wooden spoon accusatorily. 

“I was going to bring in a second point,” he explains. “I’d like to ask you to consider this issue from a different perspective.”

“What’s the other perspective?”

“To imagine what you most want out of your life.”

Number Two stands for a few seconds, avoiding eye contact. She stirs the onion mixture even though it doesn’t really need to be stirred. Number Two is a logical person. She doesn’t take much to imagination. Thinking of creative dreams is closer to something Rhonda would do, coming up with all her disguises, or even Milligan and his way of crafting ways out of sticky situations. Number Two, though— she isn’t much of a dreamer.

“Imagine?”

Mr. Benedict nods. “Pretend like society’s rules don’t exist. If you could have anything you want in life, make any situation a reality, have any kind of relationship— what would it be?”

“Well, to not die alone,” she mutters. “And cook things. And sew. And do woodworking.”

Something twinkles in Mr. Benedict’s eyes, and Number Two gets the feeling he can guess her thoughts. “When you carve things out of pieces of wood, you see things in them,” he says. 

“Is this one of your metaphors?”

The twinkling intensifies. “You can see, in your brain, what you want the finished product to look like. And you take your tools and shave away the negative space. Then you’re presented with the shape you’ve been holding in your mind's eye.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So,” he finishes. “You know how to envision. And, perish the thought, when I’m rotting in a grave somewhere, I have full confidence in your ability to carve whatever you want out of the rest of your life. Romance or no romance. Marriage or no marriage.”

The onions are done toasting. They’ve gone golden in color, the spices and the scents now nothing short of delicious. Number Two pours in a tomato mixture. Then a can of chickpeas. Then a swirl of cream, decorating the pan with its milky, contrasting hue. 

“Always think about the possibilities that excite you, my dear. No need to worry about the ones that you’re not interested in. People like you and me— we’re pretty good at writing our own narratives.”

Number Two nods, stirring listlessly. Mr. Benedict stays seated for a few minutes longer. They’re not in a hurry. After a bit of simmering, Number Two pulls two bowls from the cabinet. She fills them both with white rice.

“Curry?” she asks.

“Curry sounds lovely,” Mr. Benedict responds.

She pours a generous serving atop the bed of rice. It steams, the bowl warming, as she brings it to him. It tastes only barely of onion.

[draconic-ichor]

The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Fnaf

Part 1

Sun/moon x female oc

Warnings: strong language, fire, brief mentions of blood/violence

Summary: Tabby is a Tech that works for Fazbear Entertainment. Late one night, a routine service call spirals into a life and death situation, and she makes a life changing decision…

Feedback appreciated, 18+

It was already past eleven at night when another car pulled into the parking lot of the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. Tabby stepped into the night, pulling her employee jacket tighter around her.

She huffed, looking around.

Must have been the only one to answer…she thought.

Late nights like this were not uncommon for her; a mixture of her love of overtime pay mixed in with her vapid social life. When the main system would encounter hiccups, corporate would send out calls to all the techs.

Tonight was, seemingly, no different.

Picking up her overnight bag after forgoing locking her car, she headed inside.

It was already quiet, the far off sounds of the arcade just audible over the hum of countless fluorescent lights. A stark contrast to the building during open hours.

Punching in, Tabby went further into the plex.

The side entrance took her right past the Daycare, always finding time to stop in and say hello to the Daycare animatronic if they weren’t too busy.

That animatronic in particular was not too liked by the staff or general public, that fact and many more causing them to worm a soft spot in her heart.

Pushing open the oversized doors, eyes bombarded with all the over-saturated colors of the rainbow followed by the heavy smell of plastic.

“Sun?!” She called out.

Seconds after the word left her lips the man of the hour burst into view. Sun jumped up, “Hello!”

“Hello!” She smiled, “How are things?”

“Oh swell.” He answered brightly, “We had so so so much fun.”

“It sure looks like it.” Tabby noticed all the toys strewn about still.

“Ah…yes.” He followed her gaze, bouncing over to pick up a large stacking block. He began building one of the many block towers he had about the daycare, “You usually are off on Thursdays.”

“I got called in. Sector three is sending out codes again.” She responded.

“Awfully late.” Sun pointed out, “Doors will be locked till morning soon, sunshine.”

She shrugged, prepared for a long night. “I packed some food and I have my music.” She thumbed through her bag as she spoke.

“Nutritional food?” Sun pressed, placing another large stacking block on the tower.

“….well.” She looked away, red.

Sun put his hands on his hips showily, turning fully toward her in a snap, “Tabitha!”

“Oh the full name.” She giggled, nose crinkling as she did so, “Please Sun, have mercy!” Her voice was thick with mock fear as she tried to stifle her giggling.

He started listing off all the health concerns that came with malnutrition, sounding displeased.

“I’ll be fine.” She waved him off, shifting the strap on her bag into a more comfortable position. Clearing her throat to get the huffy animatronic to pause his mother henning, she regretfully informed, “I really need to go get started on this.”

He drooped a bit but nodded in understanding, gesturing to the rest of the daycare, “Gotta clean.”

“Oh!” She snapped, remembering. Tabby swirled around at the door, calling out, Hey Sun!”

“Yeeeessss?”

“Let Moon know I brought both my headphones and my Bluetooth speaker.” She informed, “Just in case he wants to stop by during the hourly resets.”

“I’ll…let him know.” As soon as the words left his voicebox he paused what he was doing, holding still for a moment. It was a tell of his, when speaking to Moon.

“What did he say?” She asked, leaning on the heavy door.

“Well…” Sun’s rays drooped a bit.

“Even if it’s mean.” She added, expectantly.

“He rudely said you listen to trash.” Sun admitted.

“We’ll see.” She gave a smile, waving goodnight before making her escape.

Sun brightened to wave back, watching her go. His optics stayed trained on the door long after it closed, clutching a discarded toy.

M: Only humoring us…

“Quiet you.” Sun grumbled under his breath.

~

The system was much worse than she expected, settling in to work at one of the large computers. As the hours bled by she realized that she’d been completely alone…

Tabby shifted in her seat, pushing the odd sounds she’d heard to the back of her mind. Something wasn’t right.

Just as she’d get close to fixing one problem, two more systems would slip into a warning mode; files becoming corrupted. A knot started to form in her stomach, the worry of a virus infecting the main system starting to become more and more likely.

Just as she was about to pull her phone out the computer in front of her turned red with a large warning.

FIRE

Simultaneously the alarm started blaring overhead, forcing Tabby to her feet. She took a sharp breath.

Picking up her back she rushed out of the door, lights were flashing overhead as she ran. The security door was ahead of her, Tabby fumbling with her keycard. It swiped but the door wouldn’t budge.

The horrid smell of smoke and burning wire trickled into her senses.

Panic rose as she swiped the card another time, trying to manually open it shortly after.

“No no no no.” She chanted, door sealed.

Her mind was filled with all the warnings about this company, the plethora of reasons why not to work for them. Memories of the lack of employee safety protocols came to the forefront as she banged on the door with closed fists.

The scream for help echoed off the metal walls, the smell of smoke thickening.

Tabby sank to her knees, beating on the door with growing desperation.

She knew this was the only exit…and she there were less than a handful of people still working at the oversized building…

She slipped in and out of consciousness, eyes stinging and throat threatening to close up against the unrelenting smoke.

She blinked up, tears making streaks through the ash on her cheeks, realizing she was being carried. A mess of melting plastic and metal looked back at her. Had she been in better mind she’d be terrified, thrash against the hold. But she wasn’t in better mind, the smoke smothering her.

The animatronic burst through the doors into the night, the sudden oxygen causing the fire to swell forcing them to stumble forward and drop the person they’d be carting. They crawled closer, large hands touching the person’s side.

Still breathing.

Still breathing…

Suddenly realizing they were out of bounds, the animatronic stood, turning back to the doorway, to the flames. Their body was broken, energy waning, connection to the server snapping.

They were suddenly alone, lost, outside.

But also their head was clearer than it had been in a long while. With the loss of the server so came the merciful reprieve from the virus that had been poisoning their every thought.

They fell to their knees, static wheezing from their voice-box.

By the time Tabby awoke, breathing air into her lungs, her savior was unresponsive. She shakily stood, fully illuminated by the fire, stumbling towards the animatronic.

It was Sun? Maybe Moon?

She couldn’t tell, any of the features that would tell them apart burned away. She choked, seeing them in such a state, sinking to her knees to pull their faceplate up.

An optic blinked to life, glowing softly as it looked up to meet her wet gaze.

“Sun?!” She exclaimed, “You’re alive!” She pulled him close, hugging him to her, “It’s ok, it’s ok.”

Their body moved ever so slightly, making a whirring clicking.

Tabby looked up into the fire, hearing the far off blare of sirens. Panic seeped into her bones. Mind racing she looked between the broken animatronic in her arms to the building. It was gone…they would come and find the animatronics in states like this. They would…they would…

She swallowed bile back down her stinging throat.

“We have to go.” She struggled to stand, dragging the animatronic with her. Mind made up, she did everything she could to get them to her car. Placing them in the backseat she heard a staticy sound hiss out, doing her best to sooth, “It’s going to be alright.”

Hopping in the driving seat, her keys still thankfully in her pocket, making their escape before any of the responders made it to the scene.

Street lights blinded her, eyes watery as she blinked away the pain. The realization of exactly what she was doing dawned on her.

Sun? Moon? Both of them were fazbear property, despite how human they seemed. She bit her lip, knowing she couldn’t leave them.

Tabby looked in her rearview mirror. They had shifted, faceplate against one of the back windows, optics looking up into the night sky as she sped towards her apartment.

Stars

They thought, reaching up a bit towards the glass.

~

Getting them into the apartment building was a job in itself, getting them into the elevator another. The animatronic could assist in walking only slightly, leaning heavily on the tech to get them further.

By the time they made it to her apartment, Tabby was exhausted, the taste of copper on her tongue and clothes sweat through.

“Come on.” She helped them inside, sitting them down softly on the living room floor. She coughed, straightening to wobble into the kitchen. Leaning over the sink she filled a glass with shaking hands from the faucet.

Bringing it to her lips she began to tremble with the loss of adrenaline.

What the fuck was she doing?

She almost dropped the glass. The sound of metal drew her attention, rushing back into the main room to find the animatronic curled into the corner.

Tabby came close, sitting beside them on the floor. After a long moment of listening to the whirling of their gears she spoke.

“Is this Sun…or Moon?” She asked gently, watching the other closely.

The animatronic’s ruined face held her gaze for a long moment, mismatched glowing optics wobbling ever so slightly, before tilting down. A rasping hiss escaped their voice box, ending in a garbled mess of static.

She frowned, heart clenching a bit. Reaching out tentatively, she took their hand, drawing it close. The second contact was made, their faceplate lifted to watch intently.

“One tap for Sun, two taps for Moon.” She instructed.

Looking back at her face, the animatronic seemed to think over their answer. Hand twitching to life, it carefully enveloped her knee, cracked fingers sprawling over her leg.

She gulped.

Index finger raising, taping twice before pulling away.

“Moon?” She questioned, finding him looking away. His posture was more hunched, curled in on himself now that she knew.

“You saved me…” she breathed, gratitude mixed heavily with confusion.

His face snapped back to hers. Glowing optics wide.

He gave a small nod.

“I…well I didn’t even think you liked me.” She admitted.

He held her gaze, unmoving.

“I’m going to fix you, ok?” She spoke softly, determination in her voice.

He turned away, curling in on himself against the wall, uncertain.

She bit her lip, standing on wobbly legs, deciding to give them needed space.

She soaked in a warm bath, sucking on a cough drop. Everything hurt, water turning a dark color from a mixture of grime and dried blood. The reality of the situation sank deeper in her bones, the thought of going to the hospital soon to follow.

No…

She had to come up with something, anything. A reason why she wasn’t there at the time of the fire, why she couldn’t have stolen one of the animatronics in a panic.

She closed her eyes, she’d think of something in the morning…

She had to.

[marinerainbow]

Well, thanks to @wicked1will0sparkles, I must give the context for Poppy's misdemeanor arson charge XD

And no, Wheezy was miraculously not involved! This was when Poppy was still new to Downtown.

~

The rabbit clutched onto her jacket tightly, chasing the small comfort it provided her as she walked down the streets of... Her new home. Though it felt more like a wasteland, with all the intimidating looking toons, the trash and broken glass littering the streets, and the occasional yelling or gunshot that would ring out and force her to pin her ears down to try to muffle the noise for her sensitive ears.

Poppy felt tears prick in her eyes as everything started to become so overwhelming to her. Or rather, everything was about to reach a boiling point after the week. Ever since Henry...

Choking back a sob, she rubbed her eyes dry again, having to try so hard not to cry right now. Why did he do this? Why did he take everything and deserted her? Did she do something wrong? Did she not love him enough? Did he need more money? Just-

Her thoughts were interrupted when she bumped into somebody. She didn't knock them down fortunately, but how did she not see them? When the toon looked down at her, a rat looking toon with an awful smell about him, the already frightened rabbit felt her heart leap to her throat, "I-I'm s-s-sorry sir. I d-d-didn't s-see-"

"Why 'ya shakin', doll? I ain't done nothin' to you." The rat shrugged before pulling a cigarette from between his teeth. That must have been the source of the smell, "'Ya look like you've seen a ghost."

She didn't know what to say then. Or rather, her brain was racing trying to figure out which answer she should give him. Apologize again? Say she didn't see a ghost? Stay silent? It was painfully obvious that she was a fish out of water to... Well, anybody who saw her now.

While she was anxiously staring uo at him, the rat toon sighed. There was something behind his dark eyes that she couldn't quite place at the moment, "A newbie, huh? Don't worry. Y'll get the hang 'a things soon enough."

Finally, prompted by his statement, Poppy was able to speak, "N-Newbie?"

"'Yer a washed up toon, right? Can't be a bad guy. Rabbits are 'nevah the baddies. Or 'didja get lost on 'yer way home?"

Oh. He was asking if she lived here, "... Th-The first thing... I-I live here..."

"Ah." The taller toon nodded plainly before taking a drag from his cigarette, "So your cryin' is only because of the scary Downtown area, or did somethin' happen?"

The exaggerated tone wasn't lost on Poppy. But at that moment, her thoughts went back to her ex, and she looked away from the rat, trying to hide her sad eyes and quivering lip, even though he had already seen them. Somehow... She didn't know why, but she found herself nodding, "Yes... T-To both..."

She didn't expect any sympathy. If her own parents didn't offer comfort, why would a stranger on the street want to make her feel better? God, why was she wasting this man's time? He probably had better things to do. She should just go-

"Damn. Must've been pretty bad to get 'ya so worked up."

Blinking, Poppy tilted her head back up to look at the taller toon. His words weren't the most emotionally moving, but... She could see a look of pity in his eyes. Was this stranger... Or was that just her hopeful thinking? Before she could reply though, he shrugged and muttered, "What the hell..." Before reaching into his pocket. Digging around for something.

She was quiet and watched him curiously. Though she grew slightly confused when he pulled out a lighter and a partially crushed cigarette pack. She tilted her head ever so slightly as he pulled out a fag and offered it to her, "'Ere. This'll put 'ya at ease. Can't stand to see people cry."

The rabbit's eyes widened, and she was just about to reject the kind offer. But then, before the words could form on her tongue, she stopped herself and thought about it. At the studio, she lost count of how many humans she saw smoking. She had seen plenty of toons with a cigarette or two, sometimes even multiple like that blue weasel she saw the other day. She had even caught her own mother with a smoke on occasion...

Sure, they smelled awful, but that didn't necessarily mean anything, right? Like... Like soap tasted bad, but it was good to use?? It didn't really make sense, in all honesty. But with a frazzled mind and heart, she needed all the help she could get. If this nice stranger told her this would help, maybe it would.

"Th-Thank you." She replied quietly, hesitantly taking the fag and inspecting it for a brief moment, before sticking it into her mouth and holding it with her lips. It already felt strange to her, and a part of her wanted to give it back, but the rat leaned in to light it up for her before she could ponder it. So now, she had to go through with it. She sucked in as big of a breath as she could...

"HACK-" The fresh cigarette flew out of her mouth as she bowled over and started coughing and wheezing. She didn't even notice the other toon jumping to the side. Her lungs felt like they were on fire! Her nose felt clogged, the taste was overpowering, and somehow it got into her eyes!? Why the heck would anybody smoke if this was how it felt???

"Jesus christ, lady!" The rat toon exclaimed. His eyes were wide, and he placed a hand on her back as she hacked painfully, "'It's fine, c'mon now."

It felt like forever until Poppy was able to stop coughing. Her throat was dry, her chest and abdomen were aching, and tears ran down her cheeks for a very different reason now. But she managed to stand back up straight now, holding onto the rats' free arm to stabilize herself. She wiped her eyes as he patted her on the back, "There 'ya go. 'Yer ok, yeah?"

She let out a small wheeze as she opened her mouth to respond, until an even stronger stench permeated her senses. Once she looked up and saw what was happening, Poppy practically jumped out of her skin and shrieked, "FIRE!?"

Somehow, someway, by the ironic and cruel ways that toons were designed, the still lit cig had landed onto a trashcan that was behind the rat. And right now, there was a fire that was growing bigger at a ridiculous pace.

"What- SHIT!" The toons eyes popped out of his skull when he saw what was happening. With no hesitation, the rat just gathered his things, only briefly glancing at Poppy to yell, "Don't just stand there!" Before he booked it towards the other direction. Leaving Poppy shocked and horrorfied at what she had accidentally done.

"W-Wait! Somebody!?" She looked out to the street desperately, but no one even glanced towards her direction now. Other toons either kept on walking, or they ran off as soon as they saw the fire. Having no idea what else to do, Poppy just ripped her jacket off of her shoulders and started trying to put out the fire herself.

...

"Though the fire didn't go out." Poppy explained as she tugged on the cloth of her sleeve, looking embarrassed as if she was just retelling a cringy story from her high school years, "I guess it was one of those toon fires that can only be put out by water... And there was a police car passing by that saw everything... I only spent a few days in the jail cells though, before everything was sorted out. I got pretty lucky, haha... Ever since then, I've sworn off cigarettes."

Looking back at her friends, she saw all five weasels staring at her in various forms of disbelief. Even Smartass' grip on her law records loosened enough where it looked like they would fall from his hands and onto the coffee table. Her brows furrowed in confusion and slight concern as she glanced between them all, "What?"

~

I'm out of steam, so I'm just gonna end this here. One things for certain, Wheezy won't ever let Poppy touch his cigarettes XD

[mongpht]

Idia Shroud - Broom Bloom Birthday SSR Personal Story [PART 1]

Ignihyde dorm — birthday party venue

Idia: Ah. Another year, another obligatory birthday party, even though I don't want that. No, no, no… haha. I'm not going to be forced to be face-to-face, but the tablet can't be used. Depending on the presenter, it might not be possible…

???: Excuse me.

Riddle: I'm Riddle Roseharts, and I'm in charge of the birthday interview. I would like to wish you a happy birthday, Idia-sempai.

Idia: H-hi… Well, I don't… I-it's not like a party, it's more like a gathering of ants by the pear.

Riddle: We see each other often, but there aren't many opportunities for in-depth conversation. Let's start with the important stuff.

Idia: I'm glad to hear that Riddle-san doesn't need a warm-up conversation or anything. Thank you for understanding that.

Riddle: Okay, first question. "If you could go anywhere with a broom, where would you want to go?"

Idia: I've already decided beforehand. I don't want to go anywhere. I'm going to stay in my room.

Riddle: I knew you were going to say that. You're the kind of person who never disappoints. However, you must answer the questions normally. Those are the rules. I'll do my best to squeeze a non one-word answer out of you.

Idia: God… The title of this interview is now, "It's my birthday and I'm being threatened by my kohai"?

Riddle: So where do you want to go?

Idia: Where do I want to go? God… Perhaps I'd like to visit the Valley of Hydra.

Riddle: Hydra Valley is a canyon with sheer cliff walls in the Land of Heroes, isn't it?

Idia: Yes, it is. Legend has it that this place used to be the fortress of a monster with nine heads.

Riddle: I couldn't imagine that Idia-sempai would want to put herself in such a difficult situation.

Idia: There are other reasons why people seek to enter the Hydra Valley…

Riddle: May I ask the details?

Idia: I often admired pictures of the place as a child, so I've loved it since I was a kid.

Riddle: In other words, you'd like to see for yourself where it was taken…

Idia: The technology was first developed in the 1960s. CG and drone technology was not as advanced as it is today. So the cast and crew were actually climbing trees. And even the cameraman-focuser used his flying skills to take part in the shoot. But it was so bad! I was so nervous watching them. The height and strength of the film made my hands sweat! If it was so great on film at the time, the present will never be as good.

Riddle: I understand that when you experience something yourself, your knowledge deepens. I hope one day that will happen.

Idia: Well, with my piloting technique, it doesn't even make sense to start or try… It would take a lot of time and effort to get there any other way. So… 360° VR is the only way! It would be even better if smells and air were also realistically reproduced. Eventually, I'd like to build such a device myself. Would you like to try a local RTA tour?

Riddle: It's like a game… I don't think I understood any of it, but I think they enjoy it as a game. Idia-sempai, I'm afraid I'm veering off topic. Can I ask you a personal question?

Idia: Sorry, but I have a bad feeling about this question. If I can answer it…God.

Riddle: Thank you. One of the passages mentions that you use a homemade robot to clean your room, but there's a lot to do, such as moving and sorting things. I think it would be more efficient to use a challenge technique rather than designing and building machines from scratch.

Idia: No, the more you use them, the more they consume magic. It's true that the little fairies that like to clean up save energy, and the summoning procedure is simple, but… If all they have to do is pick up a few pieces of trash, they can be summoned with a simple push of a button. "2~3 Pop!" The energy saving process is simple.

Riddle: Did you build your robot specifically for this? Wouldn't it be most energy efficient to collect them yourself?

Idia: No, because I want to move as little as possible myself. That's all I can say. Riddle-san, let's get back to the main question.

To be continued...

translate by mongpht. DON'T USE AND REPOST MY TRANSLATE!

[imapuppy5000]

3 stories centering around the same two characters. Yes, I am obsessed. Yes I love them. No I will not apologize.

They’re not in any particular order btw.

And finally: Sage belongs to @theacedragon0w0

Fluffy sentence starter

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

Sage rarely ever came to the hotel anymore but Vlk was wary of staying the night at their place with their partners and her apartment was currently trashed after… well it was trashed is about all she could give as an explanation and pushing further then that (Sage was confused why it would be trashed when Vlk was such a tidy person) made Vlk shut down and put up her walls, so it had been decided that the hotel was the best bet for now.

They had slipped in after their shift and went straight to Vlk’s room, hand in hand. Almost immediately they were both in their pj’s— er well Sage was also in Vlk’s pj’s but whatever— and in bed, exhausted after the day. Vlk could barely even get out her ‘goodnight’s before she was dead asleep.

The next morning she felt a nudge and smelled something wonderful. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at her partner with a tired smile.

“Good morning, darling. I made you some breakfast.” Sage smiled back.

Vlk sat up and rubbed her eyes, muttering happily, “Mornin. It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

Sage blushed a little. Vlk was never one to really say something so sweet, it caught them off guard. Actually Vlk had been catching them off guard a lot lately with sweet gestures, little kisses when possible, compliments, and just generally being more open and loving. It was nice. Really nice.

They handed their partner the plate and sat down on the side of the bed, watching Vlk eat a few bites. After a few minutes of eating in silence she set her plate on the counter and looked up at Sage. “I’m sorry about last night. I know you wanted some time to spend together. I was just… so tired and-“

“It’s okay! No need to apologize, just being able to be next to you was enough.”

Vlk smiled shyly and looked away. “Thanks for breakfast,” She said, trying to change the subject (a common occurrence when Sage was being mushy, they were working on that), “It’s really good. You want the rest?”

“No thanks. You eat it.” They nudged Vlk in the ribs and said sternly but kindly, “You’re still far underweight.”

“Hey, I’ve been trying. I’m just not used to breakfast so I’m not really hungry yet. If you want I’ll save it for later.”

Sage sighed heavily. “It’s fine. Just make sure to eat lunch and dinner, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” They leaned forward to kiss Vlk but she pulled away.

“Sorry. Ah let me brush my teeth first. I have dog breath.” The fox said, trying to get out of bed.

“I don’t mind. But if you’re not comfortable right now that’s perfectly fine.”

Vlk paused and took a breath before cupping Sage’s cheek and kissing her gently. She pulled away after a second of lingering and smiled, eyes lidded, “Still fine with my dog breath?”

“Yes.” Sage breathed. “That was perfect.”

Kiss

Fights were few and far between for Sage and Vlk. And aside from their first, the fights never really escalated very far. Regardless, like all couples, they had their moments.

This one was one they had often.

“You’re not taking care of yourself.”

“I’ve been busy. You know that. I don’t have a lot of time for ‘self care’.”

“Maybe if you stopped working extra hours—“

“I need the money.”

“You don’t. Your apartment is paid for. And so is the hotel and your food. What are you spending all your money on?”

“Drugs.” Vlk blurted, looking astray. “Drugs.” She didn’t want to admit to a gambling problem. Or the fact any money not lost to gambling was being saved up for a gift for Sage.

“Drugs?” Sage said incredulously. “I’ve seen you do drugs once and you hated it.”

“Then alcohol.”

“You don’t drink that much either. I know because I’ve been watching you.”

“Where the money is going does matter!” Vlk snapped, “All that matters is that I need more and thus need to work more hours.”

“I think you do it because you don’t like being alone.”

“What?”

“You don’t like the silence. You don’t like having nothing to do. The studio is loud, Val makes you forget whatever it is you’re trying to forget. I get it. But.. trust me that there are better ways to go about this. You can stay with me more often. We’ll plan more dates, keep you busy. And if it’s nightmares you’re trying to avoid by not sleeping then sleep with me! I’ll help you when you have them.”

Vlk didn’t like being called out in so many ways. Was she really that obvious? Her face scrunched up as Sage rambled on about ways they could get Vlk on a healthy schedule. Very suddenly she grabbed her partner's face and kissed her deeply.

Sage made a noise but leaned into it pretty immediately, holding Vlk’s wrist in one hand and the foxes cheek with the other. When they pulled away both were breathless and blushing.

“Shut up.” Vlk muttered. “I’ll work on taking care of myself better. But I’m keeping my extra hours three days a week, got it?”

Sage nodded mutely and Vlk turned around. “Then goodnight. I love you.” She waved over her shoulder and heard a muttered, “Love you, good night.” Apparently aggressive kisses really were the way to end arguments. Noted.

First Fight

(This is before they were a thing. They are just friends at this point in time)

“You shouldn’t be working for him!” Sage spat, fear and hatred for a certain moth demon fueling them. “After all he’s done for you— after how he’s manipulated you—“ they choked and hissed out, “Please, just come work for Velvette. She’ll treat you right, I’ll make sure of it.”

It was their first fight: Vlk had just confessed to some scary feelings for Valentino and Sage couldn’t take it.

“I’m not gonna work for her.” Vlk returned coldly, more than used to arguments and knowing the second she raised her voice the weapons would come out and someone would get hurt. Despite how Sage was acting Vlk didn’t want them to get hurt. “I don’t want to get in her way. Not to mention she’s kind of a pompous brat and she's always on about pentsagram like I have a clue what that is. She makes me feel dumb. At least Val doesn’t make me feel like an idiot everytime I’m around him. In fact he boosts my ego if anything.”

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, one, and two, he’s love bombing you. He’s just trying to get you to sell your soul to him. He’s abusive and you know it. Velvette wouldn’t lay a hand on you or make you get her off.”

Vlk had doubts about that, honestly, but she didn’t say anything. “He doesn’t make me do anything. I want to.”

Sage froze, their fist clenching and eyes wide. They looked over Vlk’s face, desperate for signs of a lie but all they saw was the cold hard truth. “He’s using you.” They whispered weakly.

“You think I don’t know that?” Vlk laughed meanly. “But I’m using him just as much. He makes me happy and brings back memories of the life I was torn from. So what if I get slapped around occasionally? I’m used to that. I’m used to the whole song and dance me and him have going on and it makes me feel alive— in a way nothing else in hell has!”

“You shouldn’t be used to that.” Sage cried, “If you were in a relationship like that in life I’m so sorry but you shouldn’t have to go through that again. You should be in a loving relationship where you can be happy and not have to worry about the next time your partner will snap.”

“I don’t worry.” She snorted in return, “I worried when I was alive but I’m dead now, what’s the worst that could happen? I die again?” With a huff Vlk added, “And stop trying to meddle in my business. I only told you what I was feeling because you’ve been pressing for weeks. So what if I was in a ‘bad’ relationship before. I was loved. And I’m loved now.” She was starting to lose her cool and her voice was rising. She was just waiting for Sage to pull a gun or knife and tell her to shut up and listen. She was fingering her own dagger already, which was hiding in her pocket, just waiting to have to defend herself.

“No, you’re not! Why don’t you listen?!” Wailed Sage. The tears startled Vlk and she held her dagger tightly, still not drawing it but tensing and at the ready. “I’m trying to help you.”

“I don’t need your help!” Vlk spat.

Sage threw their arms in the air and spun around. There was a knife on the counter behind them. Vlk’s eyes widened and the dagger was drawn. When Sage turned back around with a deep breath they were shocked and a little scared to find Vlk snarling and with a weapon aimed directly at them. They held up their hands placidly and took a step backwards, not wanting to escalate things any further. Vlk’s eyes flashed to their side and they followed the look. A kitchen knife. A glance at Vlk and then the knife and back again. The fox tensed up further. Sage quickly grabbed the knife, and slid it across the floor and far out of arm's reach. Vlk relaxed slightly and her fur flattened, lips pulling down from their snarl and hand lowering her weapon.

“What… why?” Was all Sage could get out.

“I thought you were gonna stab me.” Vlk responded tensely, standing up straight and spinning her dagger between her fingers. “You turned for the knife.”

“I was just turning around to calm myself. I would never hurt you.” A skeptical look met the words so Sage pressed on, “I don’t know what you’ve been through or why you were so quick to assume I’d hurt you like that but I won’t. And… I never will, okay? And I don’t want anyone else to hurt you either. That’s why I don’t want you working for Val. He hurt Angel, he’s hurt you already… you know he’s a bad person— I know you do.”

“He’s… familiar, okay? And I need something familiar here.”

“Well… it doesn’t have to be him. What’s something familiar in life, what would help you acclimate better? Any foods you like? Songs?” Sage came forward and reached to take the knife away from Vlk, not liking that she was still wielding it. Unfortunately, Vlk jerked away and her guard rose once more. Backing up Sage continued, “Okay. I just want to help you find something good here. Something that can help without being a detriment. I know you don’t like being under him all the time. You’ve told me yourself.”

“Nothing you can provide will help.” Vlk said, watching Sage flinch. She softened when she saw the reaction and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I like pizza. Just cheap and greasy pizza. Maybe that’ll help.”

“That’s a start.” Sage smiled. “What else?”

“…Nothing else positive.”

“That’s okay, we’ll make things positive so you can enjoy your time here. And when you’re ready and feel comfortable will you leave him?”

“Maybe. I still need a job. And I refuse to work for Velvette.”

“Okay. I’ll find you a job. We’ll get you out of his clutches and it will be okay eventually, alright? We’ll find ways to make you feel alive that don’t hurt you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

That’s all. Goodbye!

[daviddshiki]

The Adventures of David Dashiki- Awakenings of An African American Hero- IT'S YOU!

Daddy Dashiki Has Dedicated these Pages to and For Me

IT'S YOU!!!

THINGS I LEARNED AND STILL REMEMBER FROM J .J.

Still standing on the corner? It's you. Unhappy with your life? It's you. 29 -30 and still hoping to be the next Lebron James? It's you. Still stuffing burgers and other fast foods down your throat in spite of the doctor's warnings? It's You. Dressing like Beyonce and you are hitting 50? It's you.

You are what you talk about most of the time. You are what you eat most of the time. You are with whom you spend most of your time. Be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. Change your mind. Change your outlook. Change your habits. Change your life. Stop following losers. Be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. Change is available to you, David and all readers. Simply change the way you think about yourself and your future. Don't conform, transform. Change your focus, change your existence. You are what you actively and vigorously pursue. You do not need to follow your friends down a path to HELL because at the moment it is very well lighted. Change how and to what you devote most of your time. Talk to yourself about the great things you will do in the future because you changed your mind. The mind is not a garbage pail. Great things rarely develop in a trash can. No chance. Within that receptacle , they sour and begin to stink. I have never heard of someone being successful, happy or empowered by shit smelling dreams. Get it right. Reintroduce yourself to your mind. Talk to it about adventure, ambition and achievement. Ask your mind the question, " These great men of thought, and action how can you best emulate them and not build your dreams on foundations of feces?" First and foremost, the outstanding achievers in the world would ask that you transform and not conform. These are the wisdoms I learned as a friend of Johnny. He had charisma. The skill or trait which he possessed in abundance was charm. Transform your mind by making, winning, maintaining and sustaining friendships. Do it all smartly and smoothly.

CHARISMATIC... These are the qualities Johnny taught me by just being my friend. You, too. David, my son, can have a fulfilling life by adopting a charismatic lifestyle. How? Just follow these principles. Here is the fruit. Eat of it.

CARING: Johnny, sincerely, had a deep love for people. They perceived it, felt it and responded in kind.

HONESTY: integrity is the foundation of every relationship. If you cannot establish this early in any relationship with people, abandon it and wait until you have acquired the skill to right the ship. Everyone you meet must sense that you are a person of your word...even when it hurts.

AMBITION: Feel the zeal, enthusiasm, excitement, for yourself and the direction you have taken for your life, Not only that, be willing to assist others on their road to a greater future. All Aboard !!!

READY: There is never a perfect time to help others. Needs arise. Visualize an inconvenient moment as the right time to cement a relationship. Be known as Steady and ready. The rewards to you for being there are immeasurable.

INQUISITIVE: Gain as much knowledge as you possibly can about everything. Nothing is out of bounds. Your insights will be very valuable with your friends who have to do work on unique projects and programs. Johnny showed a means of introduction to any group, "How does that work? The follow-up statement is this, " Ah, Yes! I read something about that in National Geographic." Intro sealed... Nothing arrogant. You are merely asking questions and adding to the conversation. You are inquisitive.

More Fruit of Knowledge on its way. Make your appetite available to it.

[writing-good-vibes]

tell me you'd like boys like me better.

literally nobody asked for this but here i am. do i think corey would set out to be a homewrecker? no, it's canon that he really admires the allens. do i think he would be easily persuaded by an older man that he respects? yes. do i think mr allen is being an asshole in this story by taking advantage of corey's daddy issues and need for attention/affection? also yes.

WARNING for corey cunningham x mr allen relationship, smut (nothing graphic but it isn't mild either), daddy issues on corey's part, a legal age gap and some (very) mild implications of prostitution/sex work.

Corey knows exactly what his momma would think if she knew about this.

At best she'd think he'd turned to homewrecking in a desperate bid for attention. She'd wail and yell and ask, "Don't I give you enough? Is your mother's love not enough for you all of a sudden?" He'd never get another moment alone for the rest of his life.

At worst, however, she'd be accusing Mr Allen of taking advantage of her poor sweet boy. Her poor sweet boy who doesn't know any better, who couldn't possibly have ever agreed to do any so filthy with that sleaze.

But what momma doesn't know won't hurt her, Corey thinks, and he intends to keep it that way.

To be honest, he isn't completely sure how this all happened. Corey needed the money for engineering college, he'd been taking as many cash-in-hand jobs as he could, but the Allens were the only family who gave him regular, weekly work. He'd started doing their yard work in the spring, just as their perfect flowerbeds were coming into bloom and their lush green lawn was needing to be cut more regularly.

As spring turned to summer, Corey quickly started to grow comfortable with the Allens. Theresa was like the mother he wish he had, balanced and hospitable, and Roger was, perhaps not surprisingly, more attentive than Ronald had ever been towards him.

Midwest summers are humid and, without thinking much of it at the time, Corey would take his shirt off to combat the temperature while he toiled in their yard. He wasn't the fittest guy in the world, but he was in shape, something which hadn't meant anything to him until this summer --

Actually, Corey does know how it all started. It started with a beer.

One such summer day, as he is shovelling the last of the lawn clippings from the mower into a trash bag, Mr Allen appears at the back door. He has two beers in hand and sits down in one of the expensive wicker garden chairs on the patio.

Corey switches the shovel to one hand and waves tentatively.

"You finishing up?" Mr Allen calls over.

"Yeah, pretty much," Corey brushes the stray blades of grass from his hands onto his basketball shorts. "I can put the hose on, water the flowerbeds before I go?"

Mr Allen shakes his head dismissively, "Don't worry about it, I'll sort it later."

Corey nods attentively, grabbing the trash bag and walking back to the patio. As he approaches, he realises his predicament and a wave of self-consciousness crashes over him. His t-shirt is draped over one of the garden chairs, the one next to Mr Allen.

Corey grabs for it while trying not to get too close. When he pulls the shirt over his head and looks back at Mr Allen, the older man is holding two twenty dollar bills and the second beer bottle out to Corey.

"This weeks pay, plus something extra, for all your hard work," he says. Mr Allen has a roguish sort of smile, it feels misplaced on his clean-cut, white collar face.

Corey smiles softly, his lip quirking up over his teeth. He takes the money but he shakes his head at the beer, "Oh, thank you, really, but I couldn't."

"Ah c'mon, you deserve it. You're a good kid Corey, relax a little." He kicks out one of the chairs for Corey to sit on.

Corey is already 21; Mr Allen isn't doing anything wrong. And, if he chews some gum on the way home, his momma won't even be able to smell the alcohol on his breath.

Nothing actually happens that day. Corey takes the beer and sits on the expensive patio set with Mr Allen. They talk for a while, about Mr Allen's -- "Roger, please," -- job and about Corey's community college work. Corey finishes his beer and Mr Allen walks him to the front door when he leaves, watches him cycle off home to have another unbearable dinner with his momma.

This happens again, a few times. It's almost a routine. Until one day, Mr Allen calls Corey in from the garden before he's even finished trimming back the hedges. Corey comes inside, a nervous tension in his shoulders; he was about to be fired, right?

Roger is sat on the couch in the living room, arm splayed over the back and legs stretched in front of him. He gestures for Corey to come in and he does, follows like a puppy to its master. "Thought you could use a break a little earlier today, it's a scorcher out there"

He wasn't wrong, it'd turn out to be one of the hottest days of that summer, but at the time it was simply an excuse. Like usual, they talk, drink. Mrs Allen and Jeremy are out at a birthday party, Mr Allen says. For some other spoilt rich kid, Corey guesses.

There's a football game on the TV, but neither of them are really watching it. Corey's never been interested in sports, but Ronald watched the NFL. When he'd first started dating Corey's momma, he'd taken Corey to a football game once.

"So, how are things at home?" Mr Allen asks.

The sudden change of topic makes Corey jump, almost worried he'd said something out loud to prompt the question. "They're fine," Corey nods, taking another sip of beer to occupy his mouth.

"You don't talk much about your family," Mr Allen continues, gently. "Do you not get along with them?"

Corey shakes his head, not sure if he's agreeing with or rejecting the idea. "No, well, I mean. My mom can be kind of a lot, and Ronald's nice, he's just not, y'know, my dad."

Mr Allen nods. He takes his car into Prevo Garage, he knows Ronald well enough. "I get it. You know, if you ever want someone to talk to, about your folks -- or about anything else -- you can come to me."

Corey glances over at the older man, "Thanks, Mr Allen."

He's looking intently at Corey, a kindly look on his chiselled face, "Hey, you can just call me Roger, please."

Mrs Allen and Jeremy are out visiting Mrs Allen's parents the next time Corey comes around to do the lawn.

He's still breathing heavily from his cycle over, peddling harder than usual to burn steam off after another interrogation from his momma.

Mr Allen greets him at the door, lets him in and offers him a beer before he's even done any work. "You look like you need to cool off already," he says.

"No, it's okay, I'm just," Corey takes a deep breath in to settle his breathing. "I sort of had an argument with my mom before I came over," he shrugs, then hastily adds, "It was nothing though, just normal stuff."

Mr Allen nods knowingly, guiding them through to the kitchen,, "What did you argue about?" He pops the cap off a beer with a bottle opener and hands it to Corey.

Corey takes the offered beverage but doesn't drink it, "She's just overprotective. She doesn't like me doing yard work, thinks I'll hurt myself."

"That's understandable," Mr Allen says, taking a swig of his own drink, "But you can tell your mother she can rest assured knowing you're safe and sound here, right?"

"Right," Corey holds back a smile. It wasn't great advice, his momma would be having none of it, but it was something. And as silly as he knew it sounded, he kind of did feel safe at the Allen's house, with their soothingly modern décor and gentle demeanours and peaceful, domestic lives.

While he's thinking over this revelation, Corey didn't notice Mr Allen step closer to him. Closer and closer, his breath ghosting Corey's lips. A hand on his waist.

Corey had never, ever been kissed before. He didn't know what to do; with his mouth, his hands, anything at all. Strong, surprisingly soft fingers grip his chin, keeping him steady. Subconsciously Corey leans back, trying to find the counter for some stability, letting Mr Allen crowd him until he's pressed snuggly into the kitchen island. Mr Allen's knee finds it's way between Corey's legs and his hips stutter. He forces himself to stay still, to not rut and show how easily he's getting worked up.

The whole thing is languid and slow, seducing Corey into it until he isn't thinking about how he looks, or what to do with his tongue when his mouth is coaxed open, or about where his hands are meant to be now that they're settled on Mr Allen's shoulders. Corey isn't thinking about anything at all.

And then it's over. Mr Allen pulls away and Corey stands there, trying and failing not to look like the hapless virgin that he is.

The older man smiles, picks Corey's untouched beer off the counter and hands it to him, "Don't work to hard out there."

Corey nods, takes the beer and hurries out to the garden. Standing on the sun-trap patio still feels less stifling that the heat he experienced indoors.

After mowing the lawn and weeding the flowerbeds, Corey is almost out the door before Mr Allen stops him, pulling his wallet out. Of course, Corey's yard-work pay. He takes two twenty dollar bills out, then retrieves an extra ten dollar bill. He folds the small stack and hands it over.

Corey hesitates, "Oh, um, normally it's just $40."

"You're a good kid, Corey. Call it a goodwill pay rise," Mr Allen insists.

2 a.m. rolls around and Corey is listening intently. His momma and Ronald have long since gone to bed, but he waits anyway. Wants to be absolutely sure no one is still awake.

Eventually he plucks up the courage, slips a hand down beneath the cover and over his pyjama pants. He's so hard that even the lightest touch makes him twitch.

Kicking the covers off himself, Corey readjusts, shoves a hand down his briefs and feels just how hot his skin is. There's lotion on his nightstand but he doesn't need it, his cock slick enough with how long he's waited.

Mr Allen kissed him, he thinks. With his strong hands and sharp features. Thinks about the way he laughs and the way he seems so self-assured, so understanding of the world. And he is so nice to him.

It doesn't take long and Corey gasps into the empty darkness when he comes, too soon and too suddenly for him to even cover his mouth.

One kiss turns into two, which turns into every time they found themselves alone. Mrs Allen has a bustling social life.

Today she's at lunch with her friends, and Jeremy has a playdate, and Corey is sat in Mr Allen's lap, face pressed to the older man's neck, with a forgotten football game still playing out on the TV.

Heavy petting is as far as they've gotten in the up to now and Corey is getting used to it, rocking his hips just right to keep a baseline buzz of arousal coursing through him. Feeling the hard bulge of an erection beneath him. He wonders how Mr Allen hasn't got bored yet, isn't dry humping a little juvenile for a man like him?

The firm, commanding hands on Corey's hips slip further down, squeezing the flesh of his ass through his jeans.

Mr Allen turns slightly, to whisper gruffly in Corey's ear, "You've never given head, have you?"

Corey shakes his head, unwilling to leave the safe crevice of Mr Allen's neck, not with his face as flushed as it is.

The grip on his ass loosens and Corey is being guided up, off Mr Allen's lap and back down, lower this time. There's a lavish, short-pile rug in front of the couch that cushions his knees.

Mr Allen grips Corey's chin, strokes a thumb over his cheek. Wide, wet brown eyes stare up at him. Eager to please. Mr Allen chuckles as he pulls himself out of his shorts with his spare hand. It isn't a sound meant to to make Corey feel like he was being laughed at, but the twitch of the younger man's cheek beneath his thumb made him think that might of been the result anyway.

Slowly, Mr Allen's hand drifts to the back of Corey's head, fingers sliding through his curly hair at the roots, before he instils a gentle pressure on the younger man.

Corey lets himself be moved, eyes up the cock in front of him and tries to relax. Mr Allen directs him; tells him to loosen his jaw, to mind his teeth, to let his tongue work the tip when he lets him up for air.

"That's it, good boy," Mr Allen's voice is rougher than normal, but the praise warms Corey from the inside out. "Good boy, Corey, you're such a pretty boy like this."

He tells him when to swallow.

Corey still gets paid his $50, even when he doesn't actually get around to doing any of the yard work he was meant to. If Mr Allen wasn't so nice to him, Corey thinks he should be feeling a little bit exploited. Sometimes he worries Mrs Allen will be upset that her garden is not being kept as spruce as it used to be, but Mr Allen promises she won't even notice.

It's not that Corey didn't feel guilty, because he did, he really did. But if he stopped doing this, then Mr Allen would stop giving him attention, and Corey really, desperately didn't want the attention to stop.

Usually he could push these thoughts away, but sometimes they pervaded. Especially when he graduated from quickies on the couch or bent over the kitchen counter to the luxury of a bed. There was something about doing it in the bedroom that made Corey feel dirty. Lay back on expensive cotton bedsheets, glasses discarded on Mrs Allen's nightstand, hands twisted in the pillow and letting Mr Allen do what he wanted to him. Knowing that in the evening, Mrs. Allen would be sleeping in the very same spot with no idea that her husband had been getting busy with some sweet young thing in their bed.

Corey can smell her perfume, something flowery and expensive, -- though not unlike his momma's -- on the sheets when he turns his heard to try and muffle his noises.

"There's a good boy," Mr Allen whispers, two fingers spreading Corey open. And he is being such a good boy, legs spread and panting. "So easy, that's it. Good boy."

"Pl-ease," the word gets caught in Corey's throat as Mr Allen hits just the right spot. His leg twitches pathetically with his need for more.

"You want it bad, huh?" Mr Allen slows his pace to teasing. His other hand smooths and kneads Corey's stomach, working up to his chest.

Corey nods, a childish pout on his lips.

Mostly they did it missionary, with Corey's legs locked tightly, desperately around Mr Allen's hips. Corey thinks it's because Mr Allen is a traditional, straight-laced man at heart.

Corey's hands curl tightly in the sheets. After a while, when all of his inhibitions are gone, he clings to Mr Allen's toned, tanned back instead, careful to keep his blunt nails from digging too deeply. Mr Allen thinks he doesn't have to be so careful, leaving hickies on his chest and and bruises on his hips that Corey pokes at in the bathroom mirror to keep them tender for longer.

Now and then though, just as Corey is getting stupid with how good it feels, Mr Allen would flip them over and with firm, fatherly hands, he'd grip Corey's hips as he bounces in his lap. Corey knows Mr Allen likes to watch him like this, likes to watch his face scrunch up and the whimpers leave his lips when he finds that spot all by himself. The first few times he was painfully shy about it, trying to keep all his embarrassing noises inside even when he was falling apart, but now he shows off, whines and pants and begs because that's what Roger wants to see.

Later, Corey stares at himself in the vanity mirror in the Allens' en suite. He's a mess, all swollen lips and wet cheeks. He cleans himself up, like he always does before leaving. Swills his mouth and spits into the spotless porcelain sink. Splashes water over his flushed face and scrubs the sweat and sex from his skin. Combs his hair back into some semblance of a style with his fingers. Reminds himself to pick up his yard work money from the table in the entrance hall. He needs to leave soon, momma will throw a fit if he's late for dinner.

[nils-little-freakshow]

Interview With A...?

The camera feed crackles to life once more, after a long bout of silence. You're surprised to see this old show of death make a return, but Nil's smile is still toeing that familiar old line between mania and the façade of motherliness.

"Hello hello, darlings! It's been a while, hasn't it? But we'll ignore that for now, I have a little program I've organized for you all! I think you'll find it quite useful, for, ah... writing purposes, yes. Purely fictional things, just like this is, no?"

She sends you a playful wink, before lifting the camera off it's stand to walk your view over to her cabinets in that familiar old basement that's seen many a horrible thing. There's several bottles of chemicals, mostly cleaning products, and a few medical things as well.

She lifts a bottle of hydrogen peroxide up so it's easily visible in the camera, giving her audience beyond the screen a wide smile.

"The first thing you should always remember for your projects, is that this will destroy bloodstains in a way that makes them no longer reactive to UV light, making it harder for police to find evidence. You'll want to wipe up the majority of it first, of course, but after you've cleaned it up normally so it's no longer visible to the naked eye, go over it again with the peroxide, twice or even three times if it was sitting there a while."

She sets the bottle of peroxide down, then points the camera at a bottle of bleach.

"Now, everyone knows you shouldn't mix bleach and ammonia while cleaning, because you'll create mustard gas, but did you know mixing it with rubbing alcohol will create chloroform? Just a few tablespoons making it's way into only a cup of bleach could spell disaster for an unlucky soul, so definitely don't make that mistake, and especially don't mix them in glass jars that are easily breakable on impact, ok~?"

She giggles to herself, closing her cabinet and turning to the incinerator in the corner.

"Now, I know it might not be reasonable for you're, uh, main character to have one of these, but any especially hot fire will do, or one that burns long enough - if you're someone who burns trash anyways, the smell of that might even mask the scent of charring bone a little bit. Fire is great for getting rid of the teeth, especially if you crush them up a little bit first to be even smaller. If you can't do that, though, something known as 'piranha solution' - a mixture of sulfuric acid and, you guessed it, peroxide again! - will typically dissolve anything organic and porous enough with enough time. Makes a decent drain cleaner, too, if you've got something super backed-up... So long as your pipes are plastic and not metal. It'll eat that, too."

Next, she turns the camera to the countertop's end, and you can see a meat grinder hanging over the edge with a large bin positioned underneath the extrusion spout, surprisingly clean and in good condition. It looks well-maintained.

"Now, one of these will make disposal for your main character very easy, depending on how much they love stray animals or hate their neighbors. Free ground meat is typically welcomed by both, though, of course, one of those groups wouldn't be thrilled to find out what it really is. I have a hand crank grinder, but you might find electric to be easier and faster for your projects. Not everyone can live in a ghost town nobody remembers, after all! I have time that you might not."

She sends another playful wink to the camera, holding up her finger in front of her lips as if she was letting you in on a joke.

"Though, I don't need animals or neighbors to act as disposal for me, of course. I can do that myself."

She walks the camera back over to it's stand, setting it down and taking a seat in front of it, propping her chin up in one hand.

"Of course, you don't need to grind the whole body - organs have tons of market value, if you know what I mean, and there's people in this world desperate to save their loved ones who might not be able to otherwise. What a cruel world we live in, where innocents die to feed the rich, no?"

She gives you a smile, a knowing one. It doesn't quite reach her eyes, the fire behind them quiet but strong, keeping the smile from being read as genuine. A silent message - but do you understand it?

The moment passes, though, and she waves a hand as if to banish the tension that had gathered in the air, continuing to speak.

"Of course, one person can only do so much before raising suspicion and needing to step back, let time pass. A group though, especially a large one spread over a state or two, or five, or twenty... Well, now that would make for an interesting story to write, wouldn't it my little authors?"

She reaches out to the camera, hand hovering near the power button, but on your screen it almost gives the impression of her resting her hand on your head, or maybe shoulder.

"... Write the story you want to see in the world, ok my darlings? I look forward to hearing about them."

With that, the screen goes dark again as she shuts off the camera, and you're left with loads of information and subtext to absorb and think over. You could choose to ignore all this, of course. That was always an option from the very first time you stumbled upon her broadcast - she never made you stay. You were always free to leave, forget about it all.

... But you won't, will you?

[interdimensionalvoid]

Some Kevin/Streber spm au

For those of you who have played spm you may recognize this scene from after 3-4

It’s pre spm so this takes place before the events of the game

Nobody dies in this btw that’s not why it’s called goodbyes that’s for another time

Also yknow streber does get threatened with a knife but no one is actually hurt so yknow just a heads up

But anyways here you go

Goodbyes

Streber swept the dust up, gagging at the smell. He tried to ignore it, breathing through his nose instead.

“Who the fuck even let’s their kid eat that much candy?” He muttered to himself as he headed towards the trash can. He sighed. Now he had to stay a half hour late, to clean up some kid’s puke. He was going to be late to see Kevin! The soaked dust made a sound as it hit the bag.

He walked over to behind the counter, where his things sat in a small pile. As he went to pick his coat up, he heard a noise.

Ding

He pocketed his keys and dashed out to the counter.

“Sir, the shop closed 30 minutes ago! Sir–“ he stopped as he realized who it was, immediately taking notice of the cult robes. Streber never actually saw him in person, but he knew who it was.

That was Kevin’s father.

Shit, he thought, what the hell does he want?

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave…” Bob either didn’t hear him, or didn’t care; he kept coming forward.

“Would you… like anything?” Streber stammered out, trembling. “We have gummies and chocolate and rock candy and–“

“Stay away from my son.” He growled. Streber gulped as he saw the knife in his hand.

“…what?”

“You heard me. Stay away from my son.” The blade lightly pressed against Streber’s neck. Panicking, he tried to get away, only to realize that he was cornered. It took everything he had in him not to scream. He looked up at Bob.

“What do you… what do you mean?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb.” He chuckled, an unnerving, terrifying laugh that made streber shrink back. “I know you’ve been seeing my son. Now, I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, but I don’t want my son associating with any humans.” He said the last word with contempt.

“I’m sorry– I–“

“Just so we’re clear,” he said, pulling the knife away. “This. Ends. Now.”

“I–“

“Do you understand?”

“I mean yes– I–“

“I said do you understand.”

“Yes… I understand.”

“Good.” Bob smiled. “When my son comes tonight, I want you to end whatever… you guys have going.” Upon seeing Streber’s look of panic, he laughed. “Did you seriously think I didn’t know about your little meet-ups?”

“Okay! I’ll break up with him!”

“Good. And you know the… consequences if you don’t.” Streber looked at the knife in Bob’s hand. “Right?”

“Yes! I– I understand!”

“Okay.” He walked towards the door. Streber sighed with relief. “This is your final warning.” he said over his shoulder, “there are no second chances.”

Streber stood at the counter trembling, unable to move. Those weren’t empty promises Bob made. He knew that he would act on them. He knew he could end up killed.

He didn’t know how much time passed. Maybe a minute, maybe thirty. He flinched at the sound of the doorbell, preparing for the worst.

“AH– oh Kevin, it’s you…” Streber said, barely holding back tears. Kevin immediately ran over in alarm.

“Strebs, it’s me, I– was my father here?” Streber didn’t say anything, except for breaking into sobs. “Shit, Strebs, he was here, wasn’t he… I’m sorry,” he said, holding Streber tightly. “I won’t ever let him hurt you. I promise.” They stayed like that for a couple minutes, and Streber dreaded the words he knew he would have to say. Taking a deep breath, he broke the silence.

“Kevin, I can’t keep doing this…” he said, between shaky breaths. It broke Streber’s heart seeing Kevin’s pained expression.

“What?” Kevin said, “what do you mean?”

“Kevin, I love you… but I can’t keep doing this…” Streber picked up his coat as he continued. “You know just as well as I do what your father would do to me if we stayed together.”

“Is my father behind this? I promise– I’ll never let him lay so much as a finger on you again.”Streber walked out from behind the counter, not looking Kevin in the eye. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Streber, wait!”

“This is goodbye, Kevin.” He reached up to give him one last kiss, tears streaming down his face. He took a deep breath “I love you, Kevin.”

And with that, he left.

[lavenoon]

I stumble upon your blog because a mutual reblogged from. you. I got a curious question who are your favorite glamrocks in order

Well hi!

You have caught me in a conundrum where I love making lists and ordering things but hate being unfair and slighting the emotions of fictional characters - but I'll try!

I haven't thought about any ranks before, and I'm definitely also just. Foxy and Bonnie biased because I have friends/ mutuals who are Foxy and Bonnie biased and li'l old me looked at that and went ah yes, let's develop a fascination with these guys then! (I'm so so sad I can't write pirate. I need to practice pirate. Foxy beloved one day writing you won't scare me, I want the highjinks so bad) (The potential of having any fic with Bonnie facing 'trap makes me go insane. Go look at a rotting version of yourself piloted by a child murderer and try to stay sane about it)

But of the actual Glamrocks we got in SB, I'm hmmmm. I feel like Freddy has an unfair advantage by being a bit of a fool but in a kind way, becoming that father figure as he helps Gregory - I mean, look. Kind dads are my kryptonite and there's a reason I made Freddy as a dad the first Glamrock appearance in my own AU. Doesn't help that I saw all the father figure fanart first before ever seeing any gameplay of SB, oops.

But honestly, next is Chica! She's fun, she's funky, and she might just get me to do a workout! (Though I'm more likely to snag a pizza instead). She's got fun energy, and being an animatronic who eats (trash, of all things, too) just adds an extra layer of hilarity. She just has those nice, easy to get along with vibes, even if her energy might be a bit much for me at times!

Both Freddy and Chica also just. They're the recurring characters of the band, and that trauma of losing friends (Freddy still missing Bonnie ;^;) sure affects them, and I eat up every exploration of the concept!

Roxy and Monty... I don't feel like I like either one particularly more than the other? I like them both! They both have that appeal of "How do they feel, having replaced a former member of the band? How do they get along with the "original" cast? How do they cope with reminders of the old members, any grief the others may feel, and perhaps old fans asking about the replacements?" and maybe I'm just thinking too much about it but hey, the world's my oyster and if I want to ponder their inadequacy issues no one can stop me. Monty with his violence and Bonnie's decommissioning hanging above him. Roxy's arrogance (that smells of overcompensating) as well as just. Roxy. Foxy. They didn't even try to be subtle there. They both have so much potential and I love seeing all the takes on why they are the way they are, for all the Glamrocks actually!

So yeah, not exactly clear cut for a perfect list, but that's my thought process around each of them!

[uselessboss]

Mistakes(3/3)

He still couldn't believe that this was happening. 

“Did you ever go on a trip Safir?” Miller one day asked. 

He shook his head. 

“I was planning on having a camping trip tomorrow so if you are interested I could take you and Saram with me" 

“Huh? Me too?” Saram asked, blinking and pointing at himself in surprise. 

“Yes. That sounds lovely” He promptly answered. 

“Good. Then I will see you two tomorrow afternoon" 

It felt so different. 

It wasn't as if he never entered a car before. He did, but it wasn't like this. It didn't smell of rust and old fuel, it wasn't pitch black from being buried under a pile of crumbing trash and terribly uncomfortable and cramped. It wasn't made of tears and moldy cushions. 

It was tidy and clean. He sat comfortably in the nice seat, a pillow prepped in his lap, the air feeling fresh as the wind wildly threw his hair around because of the speed of the moving car. 

“Look Saram! A cow!” he giggled as he pointed as they passed the animal leisurely eating grass. 

“Ah? Yes?” Saramsrein replied, dumbfounded. 

“I never saw one before. At least a real one" Safir laughed. 

He probably looked pretty silly right now. Pointing at everything as the car passed by, giggling all the way like a small kid and chattering non-stop about the sights he never saw before. It had been the most talkative he ever been in his entire life.

Thankfully his company didn’t seem to mind it. He could see Miller’s reflection smilling from her rear mirror and Saramsrein, despite not understanding his enthusiasm, nodding along his words - repeating them with a confused smile in place, before getting quickly wrapped up in his enthusiasm and starting to point to things on his own.

“It sure is different from seeing the monotonous gray concrete from the city right boys? Wouldn’t you say it’s a nice change of pace?” Miller laughed.

“It really does” he smiled in agreement.

This felt like a family outing.

They set camp close to a place with a small pond. 

While Saramsrein was in charge of their sleeping accomodations he and Miller started the preparations for their meal.

With practiced ease he started the campfire in no time. Miller complimented him and after setting a makeshift table made of the biggest rocks she could find they started prepping the ingredients they brought along, the sound of the knives tapping the wooden boards filling the cozy silence as they focused on their task.

Miller has been teaching him how to cook recently and he had been equally eager to learn. He even bought a cooking book to test some recipes out, the first “luxury” item he ever bought out of personal interest. His first hobby and something he took immense enjoyment in.

“The tents are up” Saramsrein announced.

“We also finished things here” he spoke back.

FLASH!

Safir turned to see Miller grinning as she took a picture of him.

“Some pictures  to remember this wonderful day” she smiled, ruffling his hair. “I will make sure to print copies to you too”

She gave him her camera and after teaching how to use its features she urged him to take a picture of his own.

What should be the first picture he would take? The pond surrounded by lush greenery? The breath taking skies painted with fiery oranges from the sunset? The delicious food they cooked together?

No. None of them.

He carefully placed the camera on a tree stump and after making sure he put the timer up he ran towards Miller and Saramsrein, motioning for them to bend slightly as they were both taller than him so he could place his arms around their shoulders, smushing their cheeks together as the camera went off.

“It’s a nice photo” Miller smiled as she showed him the photo. Saramsrein’s eyes wide in surprise, Miller’s giggling and amused face and his own smile, radiant and happy.

He felt his eyes water as he looked at the picture, chest filled with a warm and indescribable feeling of love and gratitude.

Who would have thought that all of this would happen when he accepted this job offer? Those dreams he had as a small and bright eyed kid that prayed for the stars he couldn’t see, the wishes he held close to his heart as he thought of “what Ifs”, the small wonders he conjured in his imagination as he tried to picture what being loved felt like.

He feels a warm and soft blanket being drapped over his shoulders.

“It’s getting chilly” Miller smiles at him.

“Thank you” he smiles back as Miller nods to him, drapping Saramsrein with a blanket as well.

They both knew that Saramsrein didn’t feel cold nor required protection from the elements, but he still thanked the gesture anyway as he hurdled inside the blanket as he could still feel warmth from it.

“Hey you two, take a look at the sky”

It was a stunning view.

That was... The first time he had the opportunity to look at the starry sky.

There was no opportunity to admire the view when you lived on the streets. Your only focus was to watch your back and worry about your surroundings until you could arrive in a safe spot and even then those safe spots were hidden from view. The only thing he usually saw when he looked up, when it wasn’t complete darkness, was the low, scratched ceiling of the car he used as sleeping accomodation.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

He can just nod in awe.

“It’s kind funny how long it took me to notice such a thing. Only very recently I could appreciate such a beauty”

He looks at her in surprise.

“For most of my life I was plagued with nightmares and bad memories. I was scared of this world. Because it was nothing but terrifying and painful to me”

She exchanged looks with him.

She might not have gone throught the same experiences as him, but Miller understood his pain better than anyone else. They both faced similar hardships after all.

“... Then one day someone told me that if I had some nice experiences it might help me overcome those bad memories and nightmares”

“And did it work?”

“Yes” her voice was soft. The most tender, warm and adoring he ever heard. It was clear how much this person meant to her. “This someone shared many wonderful moments with me, including a starry sky like this one.”

Miller looked at the stars again.

“It made me realize how beautiful this world was. The kindness and wonderful things I always dreamt of experiencing one day... They were real after all”

It startled him.

It was like hearing his own thoughts reflected back to him.

Safir thought about his own experiences.

The day when he met Saramsrein. When he had collapsed on the floor, on the verge of dying from malnorishment and his soon to be boss picked him up, placing him on a comfortable bed and even getting food for him so he could recover his energy. He stood by his side until he was sure he was well enough, never prying about his life and always trying to respect his personal space.

The days he patiently taught him what he knew. The day when, unknowingly he had pushed him past his limits and felt bad about it, apologizing to him, feeling genuinely remorseful and trying his best to be mindful of his needs.

The day he had made him acquaitanced with Miller, who had been nothing but caring, understanding and nurturing, like a mother to him. Someone he could confide and seek guidance from.

“Yes. They are real” he whispered softly.

“It’s mysterious isn’t it?” Miller chuckled. “The sky was always there. There was even a chance that we already saw it at some point, yet it’s only on moments like these that it feels like we are REALLY seeing it right?”

“I guess... I guess it’s special because someone gives meaning to it”

Like their meals.

Before he never gave much thought about it. Food was only nourishment to him, just a means to survival. 

He ate scraps, moldy breads and almost rotting fruits all the same- Taste was of no concern to him -As long as it could quell his hunger and not make him sicker than not eating he was glad to wolf it down.

When Miller started to prepare meals to him was when he noticed how different food was. Warm or cold, fresh... Even taste started to become distinct to him.

“Nnnghhh...” he remembered scrunching his face up.

“Hahaha, it seems you are not a fan of bitter food huh?” Miller laughed with humor.

“S-sorry!” He profusely apologized.

"For what?”

“For being picky. It’s not like me to be this way, moreso when you are the one providing me this food”

“You don’t have to worry, not liking bitter tastes is more common than you think” Miller chuckled. “I mean, it can’t be worse than me who dislikes sweets because that’s like... Rejecting half of the food category right?”

They had a good laugh at that.

 Homecooked meals weren’t something he had to shovel down in haste out of fear from having it taken from him. It was given to him, something to be appreciated slowly as he took in all the care put into it -From the taste, to the comforting aromas and neat looks. All appreciated in company.

It became something precious to him. A cherished memory. Even when he ate something by himself the “meaning” behind it stayed. It brought comfort to him whenever he needed it. A source of support and strength.

“The way you see the world...” Safir repeats.

He never thought about it before but how did HE sees the world? Or what answer would he give if someone asked him about it?

"You overcame a lot of obstacles by yourself. You are a capable person Safir."

What kind of person is he?

“...I wish I could stay up for longer, but as the designed driver it would be better if I don’t sleep on the wheel” Miller winked, getting up.

“I think I will stay up for a little longer” He replied. “I don’t get a lot of opportunities to watch the starry sky so I want to cherish this moment”

“Very well” Miller nodded before patting his head. “Good Night Safir”

“Good Night Miller”

It was only him and Saramsrein now.

Who has been oddly quiet so far.

“... I lived for a long time. Eons of existence, and yet this is the first time that I noticed the starry sky” Saramsrein speaks, as if reading his mind.

Nothing in existence could affect him so nothing mattered to him. No harm could befall him, nothing could stop nor change him.

Until he met Miller’s grandfather.

Faust Miller. 

The first human to ever change his status quo when he managed to seal him away and at the same time become a constant in his existence as the person he always saw when it came undone. 

They fought and met for inumerous lifetimes. Those small windows of time became precious to him before he was sealed again. It was the first time in his eternal life that he looked forward to something.

So he tried harder with every new clash. Because in his inhuman and simple mind it meant that the more effort he put in it the more time he could spend with him.

This culminated in him winning their last match.

As Faust lied on the floor he had stopped his attacks. He sat patiently, waiting for him to rise up.

“...What are you doing?” He had asked, surprised at him not delivering the finishing blow.

“Waiting for you to recover”

“Are you not going to kill me?”

“...No? I don’t want to kill you” he cocked his head to the side.

“You don’t want... HAHAHAHA!” he laughed, clearly amused.

Faust was something else.

He should be mad or even hate him for literally wasting his inumerous lifetimes on being saddled to fight an undefeatable horror like him and being beaten to an inch of his life but he was, instead, very amused by this turn of events. 

He didn’t have to, he could have sealed him and he wouldn’t have offered any resistence, but he took him in. In his life.

He was the one that has given “meaning” to his existence.

What made Faust happy also made him happy. Everything that reminded him of Faust gave him joy.

So when Faust passed away to “Eternity”, a place where a being of infinite life like him could never reach he felt life lose its luster again. Things stopped holding meaning to him. The only thing left being an immense and hollow gap in its place.

A gap he wanted to fill but didn’t know how to. Perhaps desperately so.

He finally understood.

Everything he did until now was for the sake of dealing with his loliness.

“I apologize Safir”

“This job was nothing but a sham. I wanted to fill in this lonely existence of mine but didn’t know how to do it so I tried to copy Miller after I saw how well she got along with her peers” . He confessed. “... I just mimicked what she was doing but with no regard or consideration put in what I was doing. It’s no wonder I have been handling things so poorly. Why I had been such an useless boss to you.”

“... I figured it would have been the case”

His eyes widened as he looked at Safir.

He... Didn’t seem mad. Nor hurt, betrayed or disappointed with him.

“When...?”

“Well, for starters your job offer was super sketchy” Safir laughed. “Being ‘small’ as the only requirement and not having any other details about what the jobs entails was odd. If I wasn’t almost starving to the brink of death I don’t think I would have picked it”

Saramsrein flushes at that.

Because he didn’t need anything per say he thought of going with the only thing he couldn’t be.

Small.

“... Well, that said I wasn’t entirely certain because I didn’t have a good frame of reference as in all my other jobs my bosses were trying to sabotage me to have a reason to kick me out without having to pay extra for it” Safir patted his arm. “It was only after Miller stepped in to give me proper guidance that I could really tell the difference.”

Going through protocols, teaching him about procedures of what he could and couldn’t do. Taking in consideration his growth, preparing him physically and seeking to constantly improve and adjust her training to optimize his performance to assure the safety of both parties... She took it very seriously.

“Honestly it also put in perspective my own way of living” He furrowed his brows. “You could say I also did things “half-assedly”. Doing my job just for the sake of “survival” and pleasing others... This isn’t a way to live. Tailoring your actions to fit someone else... How could that make you genuinely happy?  When you wouldn’t be living as yourself? Those wouldn’t be your own feelings after all”

“Not your own feelings...” Saram repeated as he tried to digest his last words.

“It’s totally different from doing something because you want to and because you mean it. There’s weight and purpose behind your actions.”

It was something he grew to understand by spending time with people that truly cared for him. They never tried to push their preferences on him or tried to force him to be anything but himself. In fact, what they did was...

"A friendly world where you can share happiness"

"A world of potential where you can take pride on your achievements"

"...A gentle world. Of a reassuring and warm touch. Kind, sweet and caring."

It was “sharing”.

Not trying to take away what made him... “Him”. Whether he accepted those realities was up to him. Just like with a meal the flavors could enhance his experience and give “meaning” and substance to it, but it still ultimately his decision to make if he liked it or not.

“My life wasn’t easy. I suffered a lot and went through many struggles just to survive. It was not fair at all”. His mouth set in a thin, but determined line. “But that isn’t the kind of world I want to share. A world of a defeated and resigned person.”

“Life was undeniable harsh for me but I’m still alive. That wasn’t achieved by doing nothing about it. Even if I had to scrape by with barely anything I still put my all to succeed at overcoming those hurdles.”

He always thought of himself as someone meek, weak and pathetic but maybe that was the complete opposite?

He wouldn’t have ran away from the orphanage, away from the constant bullying and risking a dangerous life on the streets if he hadn’t guts.

He wouldn’t have choosen to call quits when his working conditions became unbearable, risking his already precarious living stability if he didn’t think he could do better than that.

He might have accepted this job at first because he thought of himself as not having a better choice but now things were different.

“Safir... This is unlike any danger most humans would face, even for someone like you”

“I’m very aware of the dangers of this job, you and Miller told me enough about it” he stood firm. “My answer won’t change. If people need a fighting chance and hope to not give in to adversity... I know I can provide it. I now know this would be truest I would ever be to myself”

Saramsrein was speechless.

“... That said you don’t need to be my boss for that. If what you want from me is to be my friend... I would be sincerely happy to just hang around with you. I don’t want to force you to carry this burden and responsability.” He smiled. “ ...Maybe  I would probably still pester you with a question or another because you know this stuff more than me, but that would be the extent of the assistance I require from you”

“... I’m seriously hopeless as a boss huh?”

Saram smiled, somewhat shy.

“You are truly amazing Safir. I’m glad I was able to meet someone like you”

“I-I think you might be going a bit overboard with the compliments now”

“Perhaps this might be who I am then. Someone that deeply admire others” Saram giggled, looking the happiest and most comfortable he had ever seen. “...I can’t wait until we are back, so that we can properly spend time together now”

“... Me too” Safir smiled, sitting next to him.

“I’m looking forward to it”

[renklix]

CRYSTALIZED EP 13 & 14 SPOILERS

So, I have thoughts. Maaaany thoughts. I’m probably kinda late on this, but whatever.

1. Well, of course, Harumi. She is awesome. I keep hearing stuff about how Harumi doesn’t really feel like the same character, and I reaaally disagree. I mean, yeah, the “I’m clearly trying to leave in a dramatic way” line kinda came out of nowhere (but if you think about it, not really, Harumi did look annoyed), but the volleyball team joke was actually really funny, I love that exchange. “Are you serious?” “Of course I’m not serious!” “Well, it’s hard to tell with you sometimes!”. I don’t know why I love it so much. Anyway, even if the “I’m trying to leave in a dramatic way” scene did throw someone off, I am absolutely sure that the next scene totally made up for it. I mean, wow… We already kinda knew it, but actually hearing Lloyd say that his feelings for Harumi were real, even after everything she’s done just hits different. And the fact that he came to search for her in the rubble! But if I start on that, this post will end up being enormous, so I’ll cover it in a different one. So yeah, back to Harumi. I don’t know, I think they nailed down her personality perfectly. I’ve heard someone say that she wasn’t so sarcastic in the Oni Trilogy, but, like, think about it. Remember that scene in the Oni Temple, when she was like “Ah, yes, the damsel in distress, you ninja really are from another time”, and the way she leaned on that rock. Don’t tell me Harumi wasn’t sarcastic, she definitely was. Also, she made that joke in the middle of a pretty tense situation, I mean, at that point Lloyd was significantly stronger than her, he could just blast her to heck with his powers at any moment. And just for comparison, in episodes 13 and 14 we only saw Harumi making jokes only when she knew that she was completely in control of the situation. Btw, now I’m completely sure that the among us joke in ep12 was completely intentional on her part. Anyway, now that I think about it, there also was that line about taking the trash out in Hunted. So, like, shut up, Harumi was sarcastic from the beginning, it’s not a totally new thing. Also, I kinda feel like she matured a bit since the Oni Trilogy. I mean, it’s been a couple of years. She just seems calmer, more collected, less… insane, for lack of a better term. More chilled out. Especially in ep 14. And she kinda started expressing anger in a different way. In SOG she was screaming and shouting and being visibly angry. In Crystalized she still has a lot of anger, but expresses it differently. She’s just as sadistic, though, getting Lloyd’s hopes up and then immediately crushing them at least two times in, like, a couple of minutes. And I’m not even talking about hanging Lloyd’s cage above lava. And leading him to believe that she killed his family. Again. And comparing him to Garmadon. And what is up with apologizing so much? Every time she does something she’s like “I’m sorry, Lloyd”. It actually almost sounded like she meant it at one point. I think I smell a redemption arc. That would be interesting.

I wanted to cover everything in this post: Harumi, Lloyd, Lloyd’s Oni powers, Harumi’s potential redemption, etc. Well… This is already ridiculously large, I’ll probably analyze all these topic separately.

[sanosandwich]

TR Thoughts - A Gift from Majiro Sano

A/N: This is just a little something that was waiting to be released into the wild.

Characters: Bonten!Mikey x Reader

Genre: Fluffy with a smidgen of smut, Angst.

TW: Pregnancy

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On the eve of my 19th birthday just hours before the big day, I never expected to have this surprise gift. Staring at the two pink lines of the pee stick was sickening. Or maybe that was what most call morning sickness, why is it even called that? Ah, fuck. What am I supposed to do now? I toss the stick in the trash, wishing my problems could be done away with just as easily.

I never gave much thought to having kids. Much less with Sano Manjiro. We'd known each other for the past three years, our relationship, if you can even call it that, has been going on for a little over a year. What even are we? Fuck buddies? I hardly consider us buddies, that ship set sail a long time ago. Now every time we spend time together, it's all about getting that high.

He graduated high school and deserted all his friends. Yet somehow, he always found himself at my doorstep, wanting to sleep over and talk like we used to. Except it didn't last very long like that, innocent I mean. Soon after he managed to strip me of all I had to give and took it for himself. Of course, he would take it, I practically begged him to, I cared for him and wanted to show him that. Stupid me.

We started off with all the precautions being taken. Condoms, pulling out and emergency plan b if any of it failed. I never got on birth control because each time it happened; we always swore it would be the last. He would disappear for weeks at a time, and I'd finally start to forget about him, only to have him at my door again. I'd let him in, I always did, he needs love after all and I have plenty to give.

As the weeks stretched into months, less precautions were taken, first forgetting the condoms. Soon enough he'd fumble and not pull out fast enough, leaving me a mess both inside and out. Until finally he asked if he could finish inside, and I, the love-struck fool, obviously gave in. Plan B was the last thing off the table, taking it religiously the moment I woke up alone after a visit of his.

Last time was different though. He spent the entire weekend with me, inside me in every way he could. His words "I want to see how much cum I can pump into you. Pussy always so pretty when it leaks out my cum," they still bounce inside my head. Yes, I was a complete dumbass for listening to him, but my legs were jelly and my brain turned to mush with every thrust of his hips. How could I say no. When Monday rolled around, I had college classes, no plan b, and I just couldn't skip school. Forgetting all about the creamy mess he left inside me.

Now here I am with vile in my mouth at any smell in the air, and tears running down my eyes. It's been 3 weeks since he last came, quite literally, only 2 days since I started suspecting something may be wrong.

What should I do? What could I do? I haven't messaged him in months, he always shows up when I least expect it. A million questions running a mock in my head. When I hear soft knocking at my door, my gut tells me it's him, so I ignore it. He might have been knocking for a while, I don't really know. It's hard to concentrate between sobs and dry heaving.

I'm not sure why he did it, or how or even when, but he made his way into my apartment. As I lay my cheek on the bathroom stool next to the toilet I feel the gentle flutter of his finger along my cheek, my eyes droop with exhaustion. He doesn't say anything, just picks me up and lays me in bed before wiping my face with a moist towelette. Tucks me in as he lays behind me, tightly wrapping me in his embrace. His hand gently resting just above our tiny bean's current residence. I know it's an accident, but still, it makes my heart twist and flutter.

Walking up in the morning, I lunge myself straight to the bathroom, vile spilling into the sink as my stomach somersaults. Sooner than expected he is behind me, holding my hair back, those beautiful black orbs of his full of concern. He presses a sweet kiss behind my ear before I continue to dry heave as he rubs soft circles on my back.

For the first time in a long time, we did something other than roll around in bed, when he visited. He wished me a happy birthday, worried over me, helping me anyway he could think of. He even showered with me, just to make sure I wouldn't fall and injure myself. His actions remind me of the boy I fell in love with.

"So, do you know what's got you like this? Bad food or stomach flu?" I take a deep breath and shake my head. I don't know how to bring myself to tell him my little secret, I don't even know if I should tell him. "Should we go to the doctor?" I shake my head, deciding it's better to keep it to myself.

"I'll figure it out, don't worry about it." I dismiss him, hoping he will let it go.

He attempted to make breakfast, yet just at the sight of eggs and the smell of coffee my stomach turned. My face of disgust was quickly noted by Mikey who instead of pushing the subject decided to take me out for breakfast.

I take his offer and run with it. "Hmm, maybe we could go to the convenience store, grab something quick? Or we could do sushi. Wait, maybe I shouldn't eat sushi right now?"

He chuckles at me "we can eat whatever you want, my treat." I beamed at his response. We hurried to leave heading to the nearest plaza. Being cautious with what I wanted to eat, not knowing if it would harm the baby. If I decided to keep it.

Most of the day was amazing. Filled with idle chit chatter. He vaguely told me of the new gang he was in command of. I told him of my experiences as a new college student. We cruised the streets of Tokyo till sundown, stopping every now and then when my stomach raged to be emptied. He held my hand all day, my hair when I needed it, and even kissed me when he felt like it.

Making it back home was bittersweet, knowing that my day with him was coming to an end. We had dinner at home, take out boxes full of only the stuff that sounded good to me. When we were done, he insisted on spending the night "You might need help, if you feel bad again tonight." He explains.

I try not to show how much it means to me that he wants to spend the night at my side, even if it deviates from our usual arrangement. As we lay in bed our fingers entwine, as we reminisce of when we first met and how we ended up where we are right now. His soft touches and sweet words fill me with the courage to finally ask him "Do you know why I'm sick?"

He shakes his head in the dip of neck, whispering against my skin as his fingers gingerly walk up and down my arm. "I could guess, but I might get it wrong."

I hum in response appreciating his touch, I hold his hand in mine and slowly move it over my abdomen, resting it there. I turn to face him in the darkness of the room "I'm pregnant" I say just above a whisper. He pulls back his hand, propping himself on his elbow, looking at me, even if he can't see me clearly in the dark. He runs his thumb against my cheek before dipping down and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I never would have guessed. Us, parents? Will you keep the baby?" He asks.

I shrug, "I don't know. It's not the best time. I'm a student and honestly, I have no idea what you do. I have no money, and I don't even know if you -”

''I’ll help, I'll give you everything and anything you and our baby will ever need." The sweetness of his words makes my heart flutter

I laugh "Are you sure you want a baby? with me? We don't even interact more than once every few weeks, and when we do it's to -"

"Yes, I know," he interrupts me. "I just never know what to do with my feelings for you. Staying away is so hard. I want to keep you safe, but I also need to see you, feel you, love you. You never push me away, even when I hurt you. You do nothing but love me." He explains as he peppers kisses all over my face.

I can't help but cry at his words "I love you Mikey. Always have and always will. But a baby? They aren't band aids for bullet wounds"

"Angel, I don't see it that way at all. It just feels like this is what I needed to finally tell you how I feel." He continues, "even if we don't go through with it right now, or even ever. I want this. I want a future with you" that last bit coming out as a whine as he presses his lips to mine.

I accept him, like I've always had. He swallows my sobs and I nod at his words.

Pulling away from him gasping for air "m'kay. Let's do this. If you want this, let's do it. I love you and I'll do whatever it takes to make this work."

I take his face between my hands and pull his forehead flushed against mine, noses touching. I can feel him smile as he presses another kiss to my lips.

"Thank you. I wouldn't want it any other way my love."