#either the na or nd

[featherlight-whispers]

i should make a post assigning cars to the vld cast actually

[autistic-katara]

stuff i wanna see in TSATS

its just less than 2 months until TSATS comes out and my pjo phase is coming back HARD so heres some stuff i wanna see (idc how popular or unpopular these r)

Solangelo kiss (seriously like all the other good canon couples had one)

explicit use of queer terms (i havent rlly seen anyone talk abt this but as much as i love queer characters just existing u have no idea how happy it makes me to see media, especially kids media, explicitly say the words gay, bisexual, transgender, lesbian, etc.)

Hunters of Artemis cameo

piggybacking off that, Nico’s reaction to Reyna being a hunter (ive wanted to see this since 2019 PLEASE i gotta know how he feels abt this considering yk his past w/ them)

confirmation on whether Will’s gay or bi/mspec (or just simply queer, no specific labels necessary)

a trans/nonbinary character (specifically transmasc)

a Piper cameo

during her cameo Piper explicitly saying her sexuality (which is lesbian, if u think otherwise ur wrong/hj)

Hazel cameo

more Lavinia content (idc how i just need more of my chaotic Jewish ADHD pink-haired Russian lesbian, ok?)

GAY ANGST

MORE GAY ANGST

SO MUCH GAY ANGST ITLL MAKE MY AO3 HISTORY LOOK LIKE A HAPPY HETEROSEXUAL PURE BIBLE CLUB FOR TODDLERS

canonically autistic Nico

that Lil Nas X reference we were promised

Nico making more trauma jokes (he just like me fr)

the multiple coming out scenes i heard were allegedly promised

Hades and/or Apollo cameo

Hestia cameo

Jason’s ghost cameo

dead Apollo kids cameo

explicit discussion of Nico’s religious trauma

explicit discussion of just Will’s trauma in general (seriously we all kinda ignore that our “sunshiney golden retriever uwu gay boi 😊🌸✨☀️” actually has some super serious trauma)

both of them coping badly with all this and being worried abt eachother (aka gay angst but more specific)

Maria di Angelo content

Persephone cameo w/ her either still lowkey hating Nico and being passive aggressive asf to him or having had him grow on her in the past few years and is now turning the overprotective mom mode to the max

just some cute, non-angsty moments between Nico nd Will cause goddam we need some queer joy rn ;-;

so much hurt/comfort u physically cant continue living anymore (going both ways not just Will comforting Nico)

a MCGA cameo

Fierrochase and Solangelo meeting and having the same funny interactions they have in the memes (but with the canon versions of them)

discussions of stuff like homophobia and internalized homophobia and mental illness

a relatively happy ending (but not a “2 months later and the world is perfect and neither of them had felt anything close to depression or anything since the ending and if for some reason addiction was a part of this we would we talking abt how they were magically 2 months clean and it would be physically impossible for the thought of relapse to even cross their mind” kinda happy ending cause i hate those kinda endings w/ a burning passion)

setup for another side book (preferably a Piper or Reyna one)

thats all i can think of rn off the top of my head but feel free to comment on any of these or add ur ideas cause 2 months feels like an eternity long wait + hearing other opinions is fun when we arent all in a heated argument over smthn stupid

[bro-atz]

ateez watching indian movies with you

author's note: i'm a brown atiny who majored in film aka bollywood/indian movies are a huge part of my identity— i was watching kal ho naa ho the other night nd was thinking abt whether or not atz would watch indian movies w me and what their reactions would be. also, i def missed a huge chunk of movies so pls excuse me ehe

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hongjoong: this poor baby he's so dedicated to his work but would do his best to make time for the two of you to watch a three hour long indian movie with you, only to fall asleep part way through. he'd last the first 10-15 minutes then pass out, and if you're watching a south indian film, he'll immediately wake tf up when a gun goes off or during the first fight scene. he'd really want to watch rrr with you but fully fall asleep, only to be scared awake during the scene with ntr jr (bheem) wrestling the tiger and be scared shitless from there. however, if you're watching a romcom? gl bc the man is definitely fully asleep and will wake up at the end and say, "that was good i enjoyed it!" you want to be mad at him, but he looks so well rested that you're glad he enjoyed the movie in some way, shape, or crazy form. but fr he'd love the movies that are super detailed and conceptual like if he watched pushpa: the rise, he's definitely highly anticipating pushpa: the rule. he's a 2 part film kinda guy imo he loves the long development and the intensive research and the dedication a director puts into his work. i think he's a rajamouli guy for sure. maybe even like sholay, lagaan, english vinglish— you get the idea.

seonghwa: seonghwa's a super emotional audience member— everything affects him so deeply, especially scenes with heartbreak or little kids. like, the scene in kuch kuch hota hai where kajol (anjali) finds out that srk (rahul) is in love with rani mukherji (tina) and she's just sobbing and then the song plays? hwa is fully sobbing. he's like clinging to you and drying his eyes and you're patting his back while whispering "it's just a movie it's okay" but it's not okay because unrequited love HURTS. he's definitely more of a bollywood romcom person and probably will want to binge all of srk's movies with you one night, and during the most romantic songs, he'll stand up and copy the iconic srk stance (you know the one with his arms stretched out and then the female lead runs into his arms) and he'll 100% expect you to run into his arms. he's a karan johar bitch fr... either karan johar or yrf. i feel like he wouldn't really vibe with south indian films and end up preferring the sappy, bollywood romcom. but, he's totally an indian serial slut and would binge everything like there's no tomorrow (yeh rishta, iss pyaar ko kya naam doon?, bade achhe lagte hain, and so on) but in terms of movies, he'd love kabhi alvida naa kehna, kabhi kushi khabi gham, kal ho naa ho, dostana, kuch kuch hota hai, chalte chalte (just call him an srk stan and move on).

yunho: one word: golmaal. he would love the shit outta rohit shetty i'm telling you. like, yes, he appreciates the fine cinema that comes from india, but rohit shetty's got him rolling on the floor in fits. yunho gives such bakwas indian movie vibes but we're here for it— like, the dumbassary in golmaal 2 is everything to him, and chennai express would send him into fits (especially the drunk srk scene). he'd also 100% get up on his feet and start dancing to the upbeat songs in the films more than anything, though, he would fully make fun of the super dramatic scenes with the bawling and sobbing— and i'm not talking about truly tragic scenes but like when the sadness is overdramatic and it suddenly starts raining while the main character is crying (specifically the song tujhe yaad na meri aayee from kuch kuch hota hai) so it's safer to stick to the dumb funny movies... maybe give good newwz a whirl

yeosang: yeosangie is happy to do anything and everything with you even if he knows the movie will confuse the shit outta him. you'd probably start the guy off on the sequel to a movie (my brain immediately went don 2 or dhoom 2) and he'll be so mad confused the whole time, so he'll keep asking you questions during the movie because he wants to be just as invested in it as you are. more than anything, though, he's more invested in you explaining the movie because of how passionately you talk about the plot and the characters and the dialogue— you might as well forego the movie and just describe the movie to him while spooning in bed. that being said, he'd probably also rewatch the movie a couple of times to fully wrap his head around the film now that he's acquired your commentary and can pair it with the visuals in the film. either that or the poor thing would fall asleep... but he'd fall asleep on your shoulder and just sink into your embrace so fuck the movie just cuddle and take a nap while armaan malik sings in the background

san: san is such a wild card imo but let's be real i feel like he'd be such a horndog while watching movies so it doesn't even matter what movie you put on he'll only be half present, especially if the don series or race series or lust stories is playing oh dear god don't show this man cocktail if you want to actually watch a movie with you... or pathaan dear lord help BUT i feel like he'd be more interested in the family related movies— like where family is everything so k3g, ala vaikunthapurramuloo, bomarillu, chillar party, main hoon na, tararumpum, etc. also maybe even the ones about friendship, so zindagi naa milegi dobara, 3 idiots, dil chahta hai, jaane tu ya jaane na, rang de basanti, kai po che— again, the wildest of cards. he'd be down to see anything honestly. anything for his love wink wonk

mingi: god this boy i feel like he would ask all the questions in the world like every other dialogue it's just another question (but they're all related to the movie so it's... okay?) but he just won't have the patience to wait for the next scene to answer his question. no, he wants to know from you so movies like 83, chak de india, dil bole hadippa, paan singh tomar, jersey (BUT THE TELUGU ONE JFC NOT THE HINDI ONE I CANNOT EMPHASIZE ENOUGH), dangal, basically any sports movie would be best for him because most of his questions would be about the sport so there's no chance of you spoiling the movie for him but i feel like he'd also be a huge priyanka chopra fan but some of her filmography is........ traumatizing? confusing? i'm thinking fashion specifically for trauma while what's your raashee? is just so unbelievably confusing. he'd also like deepika padukone, alia bhaat, samantha, rashmika— as long as she's pretty and a talented actress, mingi's gonna vibe

wooyoung: indian movies are his jam imo he'd get up on his feet every single song and dance his heart out even if the song is super duper sad (man's is fully dancing to naatu naatu but then also sadly jamming to komuram bheemudo two seconds later the duality is insane). his favorite actors are definitely allu arjun, vijay, hrithik roshan, varun dhawan, tamannaah— and he would rewatch the shit outta abcd and dhoom 2 because the dance numbers are truly impeccable. movies like abcd, rab ne bana di jodi, chance pe dance are right up his alley but i also feel like he'd have fun watching bunty aur babli, jhoom barabar jhoom, race gurram, etc. he's a happy-go-lucky kinda movie guy, imo

jongho: jongho's the type to be super judgmental but like in the best way possible. he sits and watches the movie quietly with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows furrowed. super quiet and super serious. you sneak glances at him every so often but you seriously can't tell what's going on in his head until he debriefs you after the movie is done, which could go one of two ways: he spares your feelings and tells you he likes the movie (if you tell him that this movie is your most favorite movie in the world) or be completely straightforward with you and dive into an in-depth film analysis. i feel like he'd prefer the movies with gorgeous soundtracks though and want to learn to sing some of the songs (we hate kabir singh in this house but bekhayali would shake his world, and fanaa oh lord he would love that ost with all of his heart... maybe even the main hoon na ost) but lordy any ost with sid sriram is his JAM

[periodiccompletionist]

oh wait i just realized i never posted the pokemon thing. anyway under the cut is a list of the first instance of each elemental symbol in the pokedex up to #1010; 8 are absent entirely and 9 more are present only by technicality so the tally for the entire pokedex is either 110/118 or 101/118

H – Charmander (Gen 1, #0004) He – Growlithe (Gen 1, #0058) Li – Growlithe (Gen 1, #0058) Be – Beedrill (Gen 1, #0015) B – Bulbasaur (Gen 1, #0001) C – Charmander (Gen 1, #0004) N – Venusaur (Gen 1, #0003) O – Charmeleon (Gen 1, #0005) F – Butterfree (Gen 1, #0012) Ne – Ninetales (Gen1, #0038) Na – Kakuna (Gen 1, #0014) Mg* – Morgrem Grimmsnarl (Gen 8, #0860 & #0861) Al – Ninetales (Gen 1, #0038) Si – Persian (Gen 1, #0053) P – Caterpie (Gen 1, #0010) S – Bulbasaur (Gen 1, #0001) Cl – Clefairy (Gen 1, #0035) Ar – Charmander (Gen 1, #0004) K – Kakuna (Gen 1, #0014) Ca – Raticate (Gen 1, #0020) Sc – Scyther (Gen 1, #0123) Ti – Raticate (Gen 1, #0020) V – Ivysaur (Gen 1, #0002) Cr – Tentacruel (Gen 1, #0073) Mn – [none] Fe – Fearow (Gen 1, #0022) Co – Tentacool (Gen 1, #0072) Ni – Nidoran F (Gen 1, #0029) Cu – Exeggcute (Gen 1, #0102) Zn – [none] Ga – Gastly (Gen 1, #0092) Ge – Pidgey (Gen 1, #0016) As – Bulbasaur (Gen 1, #0001) Se – Blastoise (Gen 1, #0009) Br – Abra (Gen 1, #0063) Kr – Krabby (Gen 1, #0098) Rb – Arbok (Gen 1, #0024) Sr* – Gorebyss Relicanth (Gen 3, #0368 & #0369) Y – Ivysaur (Gen 1, #0002) Zr - [none] Nb – Weepinbell (Gen 1, #0070) Mo – Venomoth (Gen 1, #0049) Tc – Farfetch’d (Gen 1, #0083) Ru – Tentacruel (Gen 1, #0073) Rh – Rhyhorn (Gen 1, #0111) Pd – Zapdos (Gen 1, #145) Ag – Poliwag (Gen 1, #0060) Cd – [none] In – Nidorina (Gen 1, #0030) Sn – Snorlax (Gen 1, #0143) Sb – Sawsbuck (Gen 5, #0586) Te – Caterpie (Gen 1, #0010) I – Ivysaur (Gen 1, #0002) Xe – Exeggcute (Gen 1, #0102) Cs* – Shiinotic Salandit (Gen 7, #0756 & #0757) Ba – Bulbasaur (Gen 1, #0001) La – Blastoise (Gen 1, #0009) Hf – [none] Ta – Metapod (Gen 1, #0011) W – Wartortle (Gen 1, #0008) Re – Butterfree (Gen 1, #0012) Os – Tauros (Gen 1, #0128) Ir – Squirtle (Gen 1, #0007) Pt – Sceptile (Gen 3, #0254) Au – Bulbasaur (Gen 1, #0001) Hg* – Oddish Gloom (Gen 1, #0043 & #0044) Tl – Squirtle (Gen 1, #0007) Pb – Blipbug (Gen 8, #0824) Bi – Delibird (Gen 2, #0225) Po – Metapod (Gen 1, #0011) At – Caterpie (Gen 1, #0010) Rn – Rhyhorn (Gen 1, #0111) Fr – Butterfree (Gen 1, #0012) Ra – Rattata (Gen 1, #0019) Ac – Pikachu (Gen 1, #0025) Rf – Butterfree (Gen 1, #0012) Db – Mudbray (Gen 7, #0749) Sg* – Shellos Gastrodon (Gen 4, #0422 & #0423) Bh – [none] Hs – Dachsbun (Gen 9, #0927) Mt – Scream Tail (Gen 9, #0985) Ds – Sandshrew (Gen 1, #0027) Rg – Magcargo (Gen 2, #219) Cn – Cacnea (Gen 3, #0331) Nh – Carvanha (Gen 3, #0318) Fl – Flareon (Gen 1, #0136) Mc – Chimchar (Gen 4, #0390) Lv – Galvantula (Gen 5, #0596) Ts – Ralts (Gen 3, #0280) Og – Togepi (Gen 2, #0175) Ce – Dunsparce (Gen 2, #0206) Pr – Primeape (Gen 1, #0057) Nd – Charmander (Gen 1, #0004) Pm* – Machop Machoke (Gen 1, #0066 & #0067) Sm – Smeargle (Gen 2, #0235) Eu – Arceus (Gen 4, #0493) Gd – Kingdra (Gen 2, #0230) Tb – Crawdaunt Baltoy (Gen 3, #0342 & #0343) Dy – Ledyba (Gen 2, #0165) Ho – Machop (Gen 1, #0066) Er – Charmander (Gen 1, #0004) Tm – Hitmonlee (Gen 1, #0106) Yb – Ledyba (Gen 2, # 0165) Lu – Vileplume (Gen 1, #0045) Th – Venomoth (Gen 1, #0049) Pa – Paras (Gen 1, #0046) U – Bulbasaur (Gen 1, #0001) Np – Phanpy (Gen 2, #0231) Pu – Jigglypuff (Gen 1, #0039) Am – Alakazam (Gen 1, #0065) Cm – [none] Bk – [none] Cf – [none] Es – Ninetales (Gen 1, #0038) Fm – Bayleef Meganium (Gen 2, #0153 & #0154) Md – Ambipom Drifloon (Gen 4, #0424 & #0425) No – Nidorino (Gen 1, #0033) Lr – Solrock (Gen 3, #0338)

79 from Gen 1; 10 from Gen 2; 7 from Gen 3; 4 from Gen 4; 2 from Gen 5; 0 from Gen 6; 2 from Gen 7; 2 from Gen 8; 2 from Gen 9

[pageofheartdj]

Na I think your orphan headcanon is chill. I think people forget that their family experiences aren't universally relatable.

Like in my life, I've never had any grandparents before because they all died before I was born. I also never connected with whatever aunts or uncles I do have because most of them they didn't feel safe leaving around kids and the other ones never cared about me (call me inhuman and unnatural cause I'm autistic and trans).

I'm also adopted though (orphaned at a young age for reasons) so like hey!! Peoples families arent made of grandparents and parents and aunts and uncles and multiple cousins. Some families are one or two parents and thr kid or kids they have and that's it. Some people's families don't help out and some families aren't worth keeping in touch with.

The idea that family automatically equals good people you must know is overrated and pervasive and can limit the sort of family structures depicted in media.

Anyways good ahead with your headcanons I support them! And have a good day :D

Yeah, I lost my grandparents from my mothers side when I was a kid/tween. Grandparents from my father side didn't care about me. Family structures can be so different.

And thank you <3

It's weird especially in TOH that shown that your relationships with your parents/grandparents can be strained or not present. Or that someone is just not there with no explanation like Gus's mom.

I've been told that latino families have tight connections, so for them not being this present have to have reasons. It's normal to not have them every day in your life, but family gatherings and such are still something that happens.

So for Luz's grandparents not being there(not a single family picture like that) should mean that either they are gone or the relationships with them aren't the best. There was one mention of her grandmother, but I don't know whose side this would be.

I think I will stay on Camila being the one who lost her parents at young age. So growing up with no proper support and being bullied at school for being ND could have influenced her over protectivness and desire to give Luz the best life. Manny, who had this support, helped Camila open up and helped her with understanding how to provide for Luz's needs. Then he dies and his parents could have pulled out from grief. The Noceda family moved to Gravesfield so maybe they live in the city they moved out from.

But if Camila mentioned grandmother, maybe they are slowly coming around.

[bbarican]

july 15, 2023; 9:40 am - weekend warrior

hi, tumblr! good morning!

back here in sm aura kasi styling na kami for our retail project and im really excited but also im really exhausted as in i cant wait to sleep in later tonight until tomorrow talaga

while waiting (since after lunch pa kami), im just here sa starbucks having breakfast nd watching queer eye which is i think a bad idea kasi and emotional nung mga episodes but its such a feel good show kaya i love it either way forever

im also thinking about lunch later ksi i kinda want sushi so i might go to genki sushi again and get some soup in my system too kasi i hate how im still sick and the weather isnt helping at all

but heres to a productive saturday! i hope you guys get to rest tody and have fun parin and i hope everyone is safe from the rain too

[rorsry]

i hate havin tics man its very unsexy

[1eos]

this tweet of sha’carri where she says if "you're a man and wear pink you're gay", i am seeing people using this tweet as well to hate on her and it's plain in sight the tweet was 6 years ago. it says 2015 she was literally a 15yo and nowadays she's a 21yo and gay herself, i really don't understand what's the matter with people, like we all didn't go through something similar around the same age, like? and lil nas HAS been really misogynistic, black women have a right to feel uncomfortable about him?? i can't see anything wrong about her.

it's......really a complex thing. like if we are to forgive lil nas x for the shit he tweeted as a teen then we should show that same forgiveness to sha'carri. ofc if u don't forgive either of them that's ok it's just the lack of consistency in who does nd doesnt get forgiveness is CLEAR misogynoir. PERSONALLY i think the main issue is her defending chris brown bc there is no gray area there he's quite literally an abuser nd at any age as a black woman u should want to look out for other black women. but as usual ppl wanna make it a stan thing when 1. it shouldnt be 2. the person u're white knighting for is flawed in almost the same way. like i won't say there's nothing wrong abt anyone involved in this 😭 but i don't think anyone (but cb) is fucking evil like wtf

[somensfw-blue]

There is like no end to the horny state im in j nust want to be fucked everyday idc multiple times a aday and be given praises and compliments that mske me blush and hide my face abd then sit on the floor with my head on someones thighas theg caress my cheek and stuff and stuff like that and like talk to me all soft na dcall me princess and puppy and stuff and kiterakky evry name under the sun and be told hwo pretty i look with their cum all over my face, all pretty and slutty nd wtf - 🐩

mhm wanna be abke to just take their fingers n ym mouth to suck because somtimes just need somehin in my mouthya know n then i can giv them pupydog eyes when i want to suck something else or just get fucked

i'm so easy to fluster like a friend of mine we were talking abuot something i cna't remember and he sent me a photo of his hand and i just... he knew i was immediately gonna wanna suck his fingers which iswhy he sent it which was rude (/j i love you vm). n i just wanna be called angel or baby or kitten n told i'm being a good girl (i don't like being referred to as a girl unless it's praise in the form of good girl) or good kitten or good angel and b rewarded by either getting to suck them off/eat them out, or be fucked until i'm babbling and crying

and oh my god some of that spelling was bad my brain is a puddle

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Let’s Play ~ K.O. (part 1)

A/n: So @httpnxtt mentioned Kyle and a gun kink and I kind of made it my own because she’s nice and let me lol. Big thanks to @sunlight-moonrise and @gretaamyk​ for beta reading!. Also huge thanks to @april-14-blog for the encouragement to actually write this! Without all of these people, this fic wouldn’t have happened, and even if no one else reads it but them and myself, I’m glad I got it written and published :)

Warnings: violence, death (not any major characters), smut (male on male): fingering, oral, hand jobs, gun play kink, penetration.

Word Count: 5700+

MASTERLIST

Hands were a hard thing to fight off a super strong creature of death with, but it was either that or Y/n was eaten alive, so there wasn't much of an option.

He'd been doing great with his gun until he'd been tackled from behind. His gun had flown off somewhere- he was just lucky that he'd been able to squirm around so he could fight back at all. He thought if he killed enough time then he might be able to get to his gun, but he couldn't even look away without risking those dirty, rotting teeth sinking into his throat and ripping his vocal chords out. Not a great ending to this story if he was being honest. Not the road he wanted to go down.

A gun show went off and Y/n flinched, eyes wide. But he felt no pain and after only a second's pause, the thing above him that used to be the mailman went limp. He shoved it off of him, rolling to his feet. He stared at the creature, waiting for it to move. But then he saw the bullet wound and the blood coming from the side of its head and he relaxed, standing to his feet fully and searching out his rescuer.

There, only a few feet away actually, was a tall man with brown hair and matching eyes. Y/n's gun was in his hands. Hands that were shaking now. His dark eyes had widened in a look of panic Y/n was getting used to. The two men looked at each other for a long moment. "I killed him," the brunette finally whispered.

"Yes," Y/n confirmed. He put his hands up to show he meant no harm and began to come closer and closer. His goal was half to calm the man down and half to get his gun back. The worst thing that could happen is the man would panic and shoot him, and Y/n couldn't take chances with a bullet wound.

The man took a deep breath and finally lowered the gun from where he'd had it pointed to shoot the now-dead thing that had been trying to kill Y/n. "I did a good thing." It was a struggle for him it seemed. He was trying to convince himself.

Well, that one was easy for Y/n. He was a man of truth, but he didn't even have to tiptoe around this one. "A very good thing," he agreed earnestly. "You saved my life." He began to extend his hands toward the other man's, reaching for his gun just as slowly as he'd approached. "Can I have my gun back please?"

A small nod signaled the man's release of the object, and he even dropped the hand that was attached to the arm furthest from Y/n so he could stretch it out to him. "Here, sorry."

Taking it, Y/n relaxed. He felt safer with a way to defend himself if the need arose. "No need to be sorry. Like I said, you saved my life." It was then the man looked at Y/n, tearing his eyes away from the body he was still staring at. When they looked at each other now, Y/n swore that his heart died in his chest.

Perhaps this was the single worst time to notice this, but Y/n couldn't help it as his gaze took in every inch of the man. He was incredibly attractive, simply put. Even with death all around them, who could simply not see such a pretty face? Y/n was a simple man, and the person that had just saved his life was hot.

He looked away, putting his gun at the back of his belt and clearing his throat. As much as admiring was no sin, getting distracted was. He had to think with the right head- there were more important things. But holy shit if there hadn't been... Y/n might have had to ask this guy on a date.

"Well, thanks." Y/n spoke the words to get out of his head. "Officially." He hesitated as the man nodded. "What's your name?"

"Kyle." His voice was suddenly hoarse and it made him even sexier. Goddamnit!

"Nice to meet you, Kyle." Y/n noticed the look the man was giving him and realized he was waiting for a return in names. "I'm Y/n."

Kyle nodded again. Then he pulled a shiny silver gun out of the holster at his side Y/n was just noticing. His lips must have been really distracting for him to just not pick up on the fact that Kyle was armed... They actually had been that distracting. They made Y/n wonder if Kyle was a good kisser.

FOCUS!

"I'm part of the resistance." His grin made him look like a total dork. It was adorable, and Y/n fought not to smile at it. "We have serious firepower, and we're clearing blocks to make sure everyone at the base is safe. Want to join us?"

It was Y/n's turn to nod. "I'd definitely like some purpose in this mass chaos. Where are you headed to next?"

Kyle grinned. "Think you can keep up?"

Y/n cocked an eyebrow. "Do you think YOU can keep up? You look a little too pretty to actually know how to wield that thing."

Y/n's complement seemed to boost Kyle's confidence. "I knew it well enough to shoot that zombie without hitting you."

A soft chuckle resounded through Y/n's chest. "You have me there. Lead the way, Hot Shot."

The pun made Kyle snort. Shaking his head, he turned to look out instead of at Y/n. "Keep up." As he moved forward, Y/n couldn't help but check out the view from the back. "And Keep your eyes on the zombies," Kyle added sharply, though he didn't seem to be shutting Y/n down as much as he was making sure his back was being watched.

"Yes sir," Y/n joked. Kyle didn't respond to that.

Probably because he was distracted by another zombie ducking into sight and turned its hungry eyes on the pair of men. Thankfully, he really was a great shot and he totally nailed the thing. He lowered his gun, smirking as he looked back at Y/n. "I'm already two ahead of you. You sure you can keep up?"

Y/n raised his eyebrows. "Oh, that's how you want to play huh?" Kyle shrugged and Y/n rolled his eyes, searching for his next target. As Kyle went to say something snarky, Y/n found the next dead body. He took aim and shot it stiff before Kyle could even voice his snarky shot. "Careful Kyle. You've unleashed the beast."

Kyle scoffed. "Okay, Mr. Sexy and Smooth. If we're making this competition, what does the winner get?" He shot another zombie, making Y/n jump. "Other than staying alive, I suppose?"

A soft sigh through pursed lips, as Y/n tried to decide. "What do you want?"

Kyle's eyes suddenly ran down Y/n's body and the man shivered under such a look. Before he could respond though there was a scream and both men were rushing to see what had caused it.

There was a small girl pinning a slightly older boy. The boy had a bar in her mouth and that was why he was faring better than Y/n had been earlier. Her nails were digging into his arms though as if she was about to tear his flesh off by hand if she had to. Y/n had to remind himself of two things. First of all, that wasn't a girl anymore. Second, it absolutely would rip his flesh off his bones with its hands if it felt it had to. He went to aim when Kyle helped next to him.

It seemed that between the gunshots and the boy screaming, the noise had drawn a crowd. There were four zombies heading for Y/n and another rolling around with Kyle who was trying to both keep hold of his gun and also get it to the thing's head so he could shoot it. Y/n forced himself to not panic and instead prioritize. He had to keep himself safe first. The boy and Kyle would be much worse off without Y/n there to offer an extra pair of hands wielding a gun.

He took out two before he heard the crunching of the pipe and the gargling of the thing ripping whatever must remain from the boy, going for him again. He'd run out of time, but thankfully before he could switch his attention there was a shot that he found out meant Kyle had taken down his attacker when Y/n looked over to check in on the other man. Kyle got to his knees and turned the barrel of his weapon to the girl, pulling the trigger without hesitation. She fell and the boy collapsed in relief, her fingers falling out of his mouth just as she was attempting to rip his jaw open.

Y/n turned back his attention to the two zombies headed to him to see there were now six.

"Get up!" Kyle yelled at the boy. The kid responded thank god, scrambling between the two armed men who moved to surround Gina s best they could with just two of them. With him between them, they both looked around at the sudden crowd that had come to play. "I have four in front of me and three more to the left." Y/n looked and realized they had less a crowd and more a mob. This wasn't going to go well if they didn't hurry.

"Perfect opportunity to raise those numbers," Y/n mumbled with ease, like he was talking about the cloudy sky or what was on TV. As if this was normal. Kyle chuckled and they both aimed, counting out loud as they took out one zombie after another.

When the street was finally cleared, the silence was deafening. Kyle moves closer to Y/n, the boy having even less room to move around now. "We need to get out of here, in case more show up. At least from the middle of the road. If we just stand here they might overwhelm us, but if we hide and wait for them to come along then-"

"Sounds great and all," Y/n interrupted. Kyle jerked as he was cut off. "But I doubt either of us have many more bullets, and we have a child to get back to safety if you recall."

Kyle hesitated, jaw working as he looked between the kid and the street. Finally, he sighed, shoulders dropping. "Fine. Lead the way."

Y/n felt himself smile at how cute Kyle looked when he was all down trodden like that. It didn't distract him from keeping them all safe and well guided as they made their way back to 'base' as Kyle called it, it did keep him motivated. They returned with only one more dropped body. "What's your name?" Y/n asked as the trio got settled so the two men could stock up on supplies.

"Tyler," the kid responded.

"Tyler," Y/n greeted. "This is Kyle and I'm Y/n. It's safe here. We're part of a group of people who are going to keep clearing the streets so nothing will get to you guys okay?" Tyler nodded.

Just then, one of the much older adults came into the room. "I think we're actually going to call it a night fellas. The sun is going down and that messes with vision. Makes it much easier for them to take us over. They don't have to worry about getting hurt."

"Yes sir," Y/n said in more of a joking way. His words seemed to excite Kyle though, who was getting way too into the spy day dream he was working with. It made Y/n chortle a bit.

When the older man and the boy left the pair of young adults alone, Kyle sidled up to Y/n. "How many did you get? I got fifteen." He said the number with pride and confidence. Y/n already knew this. He had stopped counting out loud, but Kyle hadn't. Too bad his surety that Y/n couldn't beat him was about to be torn down.

"Eighteen." 

Kyle deflated even more and, as if stealing that air, Y/n puffed up in pride. Kyle hesitated though before slowly realizing, "What's... your prize?" He seemed half eager and half trepid. It fueled Y/n for some reason, having enough power to make a man like Kyle some levels of both nervous and excited.

Y/n hummed, moving closer very slowly. He moved behind Kyle, Y/n's breath falling on the other man's neck. Kyle shivered. Now on the other side of Kyle, Y/n leaned over and pressed his lips quickly to Kyle's cheek. "I think that's all I'll claim for now." Then he turned away and began to leave. He heard the shuddering breath of a frustrated man behind him but he didn't give Kyle the satisfaction of him looking back to see exactly what state he was in. Even though he was rather curious... for now, he was having too much fun messing with the poor man.

Kyle, on the other hand, was NOT having fun. Not at all.

-

Y/n and Kyle went on six runs together over the next three days. They slept at night and then sometimes had to get people back to safety, or stock back up on ammo or food, which brought them back temporarily. Every time they headed back to base, they told the other their tallies and every single time Y/n had won. Kyle has even made them begin to count out loud to prove that Y/n wasn't making a number up. He'd had Y/n say his number before him so Y/n couldn't just say some number above what Kyle said. No matter what he did or how hard he tried, Y/n was better at this than him.

It seemed a bit of a reprieve for him when Y/n tripped one day, twisting his ankle. Unfortunately, it had almost gotten him killed. Focused on the zombies approaching him, Y/n hadn’t watched where he was going and had tripped over a stone that had looked smaller in his peripheral vision. When he’d fallen, he’d dropped his gun and the scramble that he’d gone through to get it back had almost cost too much time. He’d had two zombies on top of him and had by luck alone managed to wiggle into a position to shoot both of them as their faces eagerly lowered to begin to take him chunks at a time. He’d stopped one of them with its teeth in his shoulder. THAT was how close it had been.

Now it was over though, and they were headed back. Kyle seemed irritated though.

"At least now you'll get a few days of practice," Y/n attempted to joke as they traveled as quickly as possible before they'd find themselves in a situation that required them to stop and face down any zombies that might head their way. Thus far a few had been pulled down just by Y/n nabbing them as they passed, but if they got any closer than the two men couldn't chance Y/n missing one, and Kyle helping meant he had to have his hands free, which meant he couldn't help Y/n walk which means they'd basically he stuck in place unless Y/n started crawling. And that would be an even worse plan, because Kyle might trip over Y/n if he couldn't see him. He had to keep his eyes on the zombies, he needed to know where Y/n was so his worry didn't distract him from taking threats out.

Thankfully they hadn't gotten to that point yet.

When the house came into sight, both men relaxed. Kyle helped Y/n inside and to a couch where they both collapsed, tired from the journey. "Nice job out there," Y/n gasped around his heavy breathing.

Kyle chuckled. "Don't patronize me. I know you got way more than me today because I dragged you here."

Y/n rolled his eyes. “You know Kyle, I’m not ALWAYS an ass. You probably saved my life today, and even if not you definitely put yours at risk to make mine easier.” He reached out, placing his hand on top of Kyle’s. “Thank you.”

That only seemed to irritate Kyle more, though that was apparent more from the man’s facial expression, as he didn’t move his hand from Y/n’s. “Can’t you just be a little less-” He cut off, shaking his head and standing to storm away, leaving Y/n wondering what he’d done wrong.

The next week passed a lot like that as Y/n stayed home and healed and helped take care of other people as well. He probably could have gone out sooner if he was pushing it, but he didn’t want to take any chances in case his ankle went weak as he put it through too much and Kyle had to drag him back to the house. That was the reason Y/n had decided Kyle was pissed at him for. The day had been cut short when Y/n had been careless and gotten hurt. It was then that he suddenly got so irritable, and he hadn’t been the same since. It made sense that he would be irritated at getting distracted from the work he was so dedicated to, and then that Y/n didn’t seem to care as much as he did about getting back to it once Y/n was well enough to go back.

The day Y/n did go out, Kyle seemed to be really tense. “You okay?” Y/n asked quietly.

“Shut up,” Kyle snapped. Y/n shrunk in on himself, not sure why Kyle was so pissed. The man seemed to notice and sighed, pausing in their stroll forward. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped. I just need to stay focused and you’re very distracting.” He began walking again, Y/n scrambling to keep up around his confusion.

Wait what? “Distracting?” Y/n asked gently, unsure. They’d been flirty since the first second they’d met. Sure the sexual tension was obvious but that had never seemed to bother Kyle before. Or did he mean that he was bothered by Y/n’s presence? Or that he was worried Y/n would drag him back again? Y/n wasn’t sure if him being a distraction was a good thing or not, and his brain was beginning to spiral with worry.

Kyle huffed.”I swear to god Y/n if you don’t stop, I’ll make you regret it.”

At that Y/n stopped dead. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Orfman?”

For whatever reason, that was what made Kyle break. The taller man spun around, eyes blazing. He looked at Y/n first then around them. There wasn’t even a sign of a zombie in sight. He gripped Y/n’s arm, pulling him roughly toward one of the houses. Y/n wasn’t afraid of Kyle per say, but he was curious enough to go along. His curiosity also held him from saying anything else, in case any questions made him stop.

Kyle led Y/n to the main bedroom and let him go, racing out of the room. Y/n guessed that it was to check to see if the place was empty, because when Kyle returned he didn’t have anything new. He did, however, have his gun drawn. “Kneel down.”

“Wha-?” Y/n began, stepping forward.

“Do it.” Kyle’s voice was hard. It was a command that demanded not to be questioned. Y/n gulped silently, finding himself very eager to obey. It was something he’d never experienced and it took him so off guard that he just did it. “Shirt off,” Kyle ordered next. Y/n’s eyes widened, finally realizing what was about to happen. As he did so, Kyle paused, allowing room for Y/n to stop this. As frustrated as he was, he wasn’t about to do anything Y/n didn’t want him to.

Far too eagerly, Y/n ripped his shirt off. He tossed it to the floor, still on his knees. His eyes followed Kyle dutifully. For all his flirting and big talk, it seemed that in this moment Kyle had unearthed a desperation that Y/n couldn’t contain anymore. He didn’t just want this, he NEEDED it, and if he had to do whatever he was told to get it then that’s what he was going to do.

Kyle smiled to himself, appreciating it. He just stood there and took Y/n in, making the man on the floor feel self conscious. “Do you want me to do anything else?” He asked softly.

A smirk rose to Kyle’s face. “So eager to be bossed around, huh?” Y/n nodded and Kyle seemed to relax, falling into this role like it was made for him. He came closer to Y/n, his hands winding in Y/n’s hair and tugging to Y/n looked up at him. The gun in his other hand moved underneath Y/n’s chin, the end of the barrel grazing his throat. Y/n jerked in surprise. Kyle smirked wider. “Y/n, do you trust me?”

He didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”

That was exactly what Kyle needed to hear. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

“Yes,” Y/n answered quickly, wanting to please. “Have you?”

Kyle shook his head. “I haven’t, actually. Is it that different?” When he paused, Y/n shrugged. “Use your words,” Kyle cooed.

“Yeah, for the most part. And more than just the obvious as well. Men go harder, but women go louder which makes a difference for some reason. Men tend to be quiet during sex.”

Nodding, Kyle stayed quiet a few seconds, as if considering the information. “Do you think either one is better?” Y/n shook his head no. “Just different then, huh?” Y/n nodded. “Well,” Kyle purred, nudging the gun to keep Y/n’s chin up as he let go of Y/n’s hair. “Show me the difference, Y/n.” He pointed to his pants and the man on his knees was fast to change his focus from Kyle’s face. His hands worked to undo the pants and pull them down, revealing the bulge underneath the black boxers. Y/n made a soft sound that made Kyle jerk forward. “Don’t waste time,” Kyle barked. “We don’t have all day.” With that, Y/n pulled Kyle’s boxers down as well, allowing his member to spring free. The sight made Y/n lick his lips, looking up at the other man with a question he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to ask. “What?” Kyle prompted, obviously irritated again.

“Do you want me to get it all in? Or can I use my hands too?”

Kyle blushed and Y/n felt his fingers begin to fidget. “Do what you think is necessary.” His voice had dropped and the sound went through Y/n in waves. It was the last thing either of them said before Y/n wrapped his fingers around the base of Kyle’s cock to stabilize it before he wrapped his lips around the tip. He hollowed his cheeks to create better suction as he bobbed his head, making Kyle groan, his head falling back and eyes closing. After a second, Y/n removed his mouth to pump the length with his hands. His fingers slid along the dent just under the head where he knew would be most sensitive. Kyle grabbed his hands to stop him. “I- I need to sit down-” He moved out of Y/n’s reach, sitting on the bed. “Come here.” His eyes were lust blown and Y/n swallowed, crawling over quickly. He didn’t need Kyle to tell him to start again, he just took action. After a few more pumps, Y/n placed his lips on Kyle once more, listening and stealing glances as well as he could without losing focus on what he was doing. He wanted to make sure what he was doing worked, and if it worked he didn’t want to stop doing it. Just when the brunette man seemed to begin to come unwound, he reached forward and grabbed hold of Y/n’s hair again. “Stop,” he growled. Y/n did, pulling his mouth off with a satisfying popping sound that made Kyle shiver. He lifted the hand that still held the gun. “Do you still trust me?”

“I trust you,” Y/n confirmed earnestly, eyes wide and sincere.

Kyle stroked Y/n’s jaw. “Such a good boy.” He leaned forward, pointing the barrel at Y/n’s lips. “Open.” Y/n did, and Kyle fit the thing inside his mouth. Y/n felt his pulse spike. He meant what he said when he’d said he trusted Kyle, but his fight or flight instincts were still responding and it was a little nerve wracking, making it hard to stay still. “Show me,” Kyle demanded softly, his face inches from the side of Y/n’s face. “Show me what you do to make me feel that good. I want to learn so I can duplicate it, but if you do it on me I’m gonna be distracted.”

Y/n steeled himself before beginning to work his mouth around the gun barrel as he did with Kyle. The brunette man suddenly shoved it deeper into Y/n’s mouth, making him gag. Kyle smiled and Y/n blinked the beginning of tears out of his eyes as they threatened to block him from the view. Kyle was obviously getting off on this. The thought was confirmed when Kyle began to stroke himself with his free hand. He watched Y/n, first licking then biting his lip as he touched himself. “God where did you learn to do this?” Y/n paused and he sneered, “Don’t stop. Just because I ask a question doesn’t mean I want you to answer it.” It was a dangerous order. What happened when Kyle DID want him to answer it and he didn’t? Y/n was kind of excited to learn.

Finally Kyle pulled the gun out of Y/n’s mouth. He hummed as Y/n whimpered. “Please,” Y/n begged. “Touch me. Something. Please.”

“So desperate,” Kyle whispered, his breath falling on Y/n’s face. Y/n nodded, scooting closer. His knees were beginning to hurt but he didn’t dare complain. Kyle stood, pointing the gun at Y/n’s forehead. “Stand the fuck up.” Y/n scrambled to his feet. Only now did he realize that Kyle was taller than him. Before it hadn’t been super obvious but now it was clear as day, with how close they were. His thoughts were ripped away from that as Kyle shoved him against the wall aggressively, nestling the gun under his chin. “What do you want?”

“Anything,” Y/n begged, closing his eyes as his head fell against the wood behind him.

Kyle hummed, considering. “Seem to be wearing a lot of clothes for someone who wants me to touch him.” He was grinning when Y/n shot him a complainant look. “Ah yes, what a good boy. Take them off then.” Immediately Y/n was naked, just in time for Kyle to follow as he slid his own shirt off. Kyle returned the gun to Y/n’s throat, but this time moved it to the right. On the left side of Y/n’s neck, Kyle pressed his lips to the Y/n’s skin. First it was soft kisses until he began to sink his teeth into the flesh just enough to make Y/n suck in a breath, but not enough to leave a mark. He did begin to suck though, running his teeth along the skin to ensure there would be a huge, dark purple mark left behind. Y/n released a breath, but his body remained coiled with tension. “Beg me to fuck you,” Kyle mumbled.

“Please,” Y/n immediately hissed, his body shaking with need. His own member brushed against Kyle’s hand and Y/n flinched. “GOD please, Kyle. Please. Tell what I have to do, I swear I’ll do it.”

“I know baby,” Kyle responded evenly, a satisfied smirk on his face. He reached his hand to Y/n’s shoulder, yanking the man around so he was facing the wall. He then moved very close. Close enough that Y/n could feel Kyle’s breath on his neck and his cock against his hip. “Is this what you want?” He let that same free hand up and down Y/n’s length, relishing the way Y/n wobbled between leaning against the wall and Kyle to keep him standing. “Is it? If not, I can stop.”

“God no,” Y/n groaned, his lips parting in an ‘o’ shape. Finally he let his head drop onto Kyle’s shoulder, used to the feeling of the gun barrel making a path from his neck to his stomach. All his focus was on what Kyle’s other hand was doing. “It feels so good, please don’t stop.”

Kyle sighed, long and breathy. “Turn around.” He leaned just far enough away to allow Y/n to obey and Y/n did obey, just as he had all night. Eagerly and without hesitation. When they were face to face, Kyle tossed the gun behind him on the bed, hooking both hands around Y/n’s waist to make sure the man followed him as he began to move to the bed. “Lay down.” When Y/n did, Kyle crawled over him. “Are you going to keep being a good boy?” Y/n nodded. “Good.” His hands were both now free, but the gun was within grabbing distance so Y/n didn’t write it off yet. It’s just that Kyle needed to keep himself propped up as he touched Y/n, and he only had two hands. The first thing Kyle did was stick two fingers in Y/n’s mouth. Y/n sucked on them, making Kyle smile. But he seemed to have a goal in mind as just when Y/n was getting into it, Kyle slid his fingers out, trailing them down his neck to his chest and beyond. His hands drew shapes lower and lower until he dropped past Y/n’s still eager length to push a finger slowly into the man. “How’s this?”

“Not bad,” Y/n responded through heavy breaths, his body tense.

That continued until Y/n relaxed, Kyle giving the man plenty of time to adjust as he slowly stretched out. Then he slipped another finger in, repeating the process and being just as patient every time to make sure Y/n was ready. “God you’re so pretty.” Y/n hadn’t expected that, his body rolling further into Kyle’s hand. He’d been called a lot of things, but never pretty. There was something sweet about the compliment that made it almost intimate. This wasn’t about sex, him saying that. Kyle was just attracted to Y/n on a base level, and that was all. The way it sent shivers all over Y/n’s body made Kyle’s eyes widen in appreciation. “Okay,” he said finally. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

“Please hurry,” Y/n grunted. He wanted his own release so badly at this point he didn’t give a fuck how he got it.

Kyle chuckled, but responded kindly, rather than being as cruel as someone else might have been about how Y/n technically ordered him even though Kyle was in charge right now. Moving his body to line himself with Y/n’s waiting body, Kyle hesitated only a second before pushing in. Y/n hissed a breath in and Kyle moved slowly. Very slowly, allowing Y/n once again all the time he needed. The pain turned to pleasure as it always di, and soon Y/n’s squeaks turned to soft breathing. With him comfortable with Kyle moving, the brunette focused on pleasuring himself. Or, that’s what Y/n thought at first.

As Kyle continued to fuck Y/n, he wrapped a hand around Y/n’s waiting cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts.

Neither man were going to last long.

When they finally did release, Y/n was both filled with Kyle’s cum as well as covered in his own. It made Kyle smile. When they were both done, Kyle pulled out and got to his feet shakily, leaving the room for a few moments only to return with a towel. “I didn’t want to leave you like…” He motioned to Y/n’s wet stomach. Y/n noticed the sudden shyness of the man; the softness to his words, and the way he wouldn’t look at Y/n. The gentleness with which he cleaned the mess, as if he wished Y/n to be unaware of his touch at all.

And also the speed at which he redressed once the job was done, towel discarded in the corner. Kyle retrieved his gun then cleaned it off as well from the spit that was beginning to dry on it and smudge the clean silver shine. Y/n sat up as Kyle began to move to the door. The man winced and Kyle’s expression tightened. “Are you leaving?” His voice was hoarse, making Kyle’s knuckles turn white as he gripped his gun again, as if it was a safety blanket.

Kyle hesitated. “I don’t think we should work together anymore.”

“Was I bad? Did I do something wrong?” Y/n asked as he moved to his feet, nearly tripping over himself as he pulled his own boxers and pants back on. His knees wobbled but he managed to pull it off.

Obviously trying not to smile as he watched only when he thought Y/n didn’t notice him doing so, Kyle cleared his throat. “No.” It was quiet, strained. “But this can’t happen again.”

Y/n stood, still shirtless. “Kyle-”

“I’ll see you back at the base, Y/n.” And with that he was gone, leaving Y/n confused and alone in the room that still smelled like sex.

What had gone wrong?

-

Male Reader Tag: @sheepfather

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Humane and necessary disciplinary measures

CW: humiliation, pet whump, human pet, punishment, canning, conditioning, negative self-talk, creepy whumper,

He couldn’t take it anymore.

His hands hurt where the thick leather cuffs cut in.

The tile floor gaps dug sharp into his knees, making him squirm against the table his torso had been strapped to.

Cold crept from the metal plate right through the thin white shirt he was put into on his first day here, making him shudder.

Everything else here, was white too.

The walls

The floors

The headache inducing light flooding every corner of this godforsaken facility.

Just white, white, white, white.

The only other color were the bruises that bloomed across his skin, when they hit him hard enough.

What they always did.

Coloring countless body’s in violent greens and blues.

The boy liked his bruises the best when they were purple and hoped his hands wouldn’t turn out this ugly shade of yellowish green as he felt the baton crash down again.

He hated that color.

Even more than white.

Hated it as much as he hated the bulky man that had dragged him out of the cooking class and into this training room.

“I didn’t … didn’t spill…. The fucking…. Milk.”

The boy’s breaths came ragged now, fogging the table with every shuddering exhale.

“Watch your mouth ‘626.”

The Baton came down again. A low whine escaped the boy, whose hands began to twitch uselessly in their restrains.

Please just let it stop already!

“And don’t you dare lie to me again.”

The Handler’s voice cut sharp like a pocket knife, twisting were the rest of the boys pride was tucked away. Hidden so deep within, he’d nearly forgotten it had ever been there.

I didn’t lie!

The sudden urge to scream clawed its way up his throat, bitten back behind teeth. Hard enough to make his jaw ache.

Stupid Handler Schneider hadn’t even been there as his teacher had shoved him so hard into the table the measuring cup had toppled over from the impact.

He didn’t spill the fucking milk, and he didn’t fucking lie!

He had never fucking lied once in his condemned worthless life.

He had never fucking sworn before, either, but fuck did it feel good!

“Didn’t… didn’t, fucking lie.”

His head crashed into the table. Nauseating pain throbbing through his skull in burning waves.

Fuck

Shit

It huuuuuurt!

Maybe the Handler had hit his head to hard but 626 felt a hysteric little giggle bubble up in his throat.

Uuuups.

Was Handler Schneider pissed off?!

Unsure what had possessed his trainee today, the Handler watched the kneeling boy quivering at his feet.

Greedily gulping some air into arching lungs, 626 thought he saw something like irritation show on the man’s narrow face, who’d began to rub at his temples.

“What the hell’s up with you today 626? You’ve never been this bad before.”

Bad, huh?!

Bloody lips split into an involuntary grin, the boy didn’t even attempt to hide. To engrossed by the taste of cooper and freedom filling his mouth.

He really was bad, wasn’t he?

His Babcia would have locked him in the old stuffy laundry closed, for such cussing by now.

Are you angry at me now Babcia?

Do you hate me?

Just like father did?

“…don’t care… anymore…”, blood spluttered on the table as he forced the words out, but he ignored it just like the throbbing burn behind his eyes and the numbness crawling in his still twitching fingers.

He was done.

So, so done, attempting to be a good boy.

A good son.

It’s impossible to change one's nature after all.

Handler Schneider’s voice road like thunder through the small tile room.

“What did you just say?!”

A rough hand wound its way into dark hair, pulling 626’s head up, to face him. A new wave of pain pulsed through the boy’s skull. Vision blurry, he tried to blink his tears away.

Man don’t cry in this family!

A breathy exhale, faintly smelling like mint and coffee, ghosted over his face.

“I asked. “, hissed Handler Schneider through gritted teeth, tightening his grip. “What the hell, you just said, 626?!”

“No- no matter…. What i… I do. I’ll always be… an abomination. So why, why bother ‘nd try… be good?!”

Heaving the words through burning lungs, he wondered why they hurt so much.

Even though I barely screamed at all today. Funny.

For a split second the man looked taken aback.

He had expected some more backtalk, the rebellious bullshit other trainees pulled in the first months or even some insults thrown his way, but this?

This self-deprecating shit?

This was gold!

Finally, Schneider had something to work with.

626’s facade of shy smiles and polite Yeses had cracked for the first time.

Pressing the boys head back down onto the metal table Schneider’s mouth twitched into an amused smile.

Shuddering 626 watched his blood pool on the table, completely transfixed.

Deep red against polished silver.

Had blood always been this beautiful?

Looking just like the cheery juice his brother had spilled on Babcia’s white tablecloth, which had gotten hip a slap on the fingers.

It had been an especially hot summer back then, making the boy wonder how long exactly it had been since he’d felt this warm.

How many days had passed since he signed the contract?

“You know.”, began his Handlers voice, startling the boy back to attention. He could hear the man move away from him and shudder as he remembered the wall behind him full of canes and paddles and everything else that hurt. So, so badly.

“You don’t have to worry your pree-etty little head about what you were before getting here. You’re Number 313626, now. A pet. And we have our methods to turn you into an obedient one. Isn’t that what you’re here for? To become a good boy?!”

“So…”, the man returned, leaning over the boys tied body as he placed a wooden crop gently next to his face. “How about I help you with that.”

Breath hitching in his throat 626 squirmed against the table, at his Handlers sudden shift in tone.

Sickeningly sweet words accompanied by gentle fingertips brushing over bloodied lips, rubbing red all over his burning mouth.

The boy froze.

Acutely aware of just how helpless he was in this moment.

Body bent over the icy table and feed fixed in place through a spreader bar, pushing his legs open.

“What do good pets say when offered such kindness?”

He swallowed around the lump in his throat, breathing shakily against cold fingertips.

“Thank you.”

Schneider pressed harder on the boy’s busted lip, digging his fingers painfully into his jaw.

“Say it right.”

“Th- Thank you… Sir.”

Schneider’s mouth stretched into a wicked grin.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?!”

The part of 626 itching to rebel, to kick and scream at the world, got suddenly very quiet.

And a sharp voice, sounding suspiciously like his father, urged him on again, to try and be good.

Look, me being strict is for your own good. I know you could be a good son, if you just worked on yourself. Can’t you do that for your Tata?

“It wasn’t Sir.” Even to himself his voice sounded dead. Defeated.

Schneider huffed a laugh, ruffling the boy’s hair in a quick emotionless manner.

“You see this cane, here?”, he slammed it against the table, making 626 flinch violently.

“Na, na. Don’t be scared now. The cane isn’t half as bad as it looks. I’ll show you.”

And with that he slammed the cane over both butt cheeks, setting the soft skin there on fire.

Handler Schneider brought his food down on the spreader bar, securing it in place, and stopping the boy’s pathetic attempt to shuffle closer to the table.

“Not bad at all.”

He leaned over the boy again, one palm sliding down his neck, caressing his back, before two fingers hocked under the waist band of 626 shorts and pulled them down to his knees.

The boy jerked forward, fighting against the restraints around his wrists. Face burning, his voice trembled in fear and humiliation.

“What are you doing?!”

“Teaching you how to behave. You will count every strike and thank me for it. Understood?!”

626 shock violently, hands grabbing his restraints like a lifeline. Anything, anything to ground him.

“Tsk. I asked if you understood.”

The boy felt his Handler’s patience running thin as the cane bashed down with such force he felt it vibrating through his bones.

“Aaaah, un- understood sir. One sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Pff, looks like you can be good, after all.”

Feeling his heart flutter at the praise, 626 breathed heavily through his nose.

He didn’t want to be praised by this asshole!

But god-damn, he drank it up like a man dying of thirst.

The next hit crashed over his thighs, and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling any longer, as he choked out: “Two. Thank you, Sir.”

“Three. Thank you, Sir.”

“Fo- four. Hnnn. Thank you, Sir.”

Whack!

He cried out again, startling himself with how loud he got.

“Five thank y- Aaaahaa! S-six, ‘hank you, Sir.”

Schneider watched the shivering mess at his feet with a pleased smile.

“You’re doing good 626. And good boys deserve a reward.”

The boy looked up hazily, ignoring his arm spasm as he tried to lift his sweaty head from the cold metal table.

Seeing the cane swing in the corner of his eye, 626 clenched his teeth. Bracing himself for the next blow.

As the cane came down significantly weaker this time, the boy blinked surprised up at his Handler.

“Seven. Thank you, Sir.”

Meaning the words, this time, and making Schneider chuckle.

“That’s my good boy.”

The next blow was even lighter and the one after that getting lighter, still.

This game continued until the blows turned gentle, barely a caress ghosting over ravaged skin.

Sweat and blood and droll, clung to the boy’s cheek, and Schneider watched him flinch in amusement as he dropped the cane with a loud clatter.

Pulling the boys shorts back up he started to free him from the restraints, wiping softly at his cheek.

“You were really good for me today, 626.”

“I was?, dazed disbelieving eyes looked up at his Handler.

Wasn’t all he did today got punished?

“Yes you were. And now tell me, what did the disciplining taught you?”

His thoughts dragged sluggish through his aching head, as he leaned against his Handlers chest.

“Good boys get, get less pain?” he tried, remembering the ever softening blows when he kept the count right.

The smile he earned from his Handler at that, send a pleased shiver up his spine.

“Exactly. Look what a good boy you are, learning so fast. And do you know why good boys get disciplined?”

“Because.”, he hurried to replay, eager to get it right. “Because, discipline is a necessary and humane event ensuring the continued obedience and well-being of a pet. “

A small part of 626 couldn’t help but to believe in those words.

[taichissu]

hi yes please tell me more about a3!! is it a rhythm game bc i am VERY interested in the fact that theres a gnc guy in it but im only really able to dedicate myself to gacha games if theyre rhythm based :pensive:

under cut because i got carried away-------

it’s not rhythm unfortunately 😔 it’s too bad because this series has VERY AMAZING music and they really got their hands on ones of the best (imo) composers in the field (like yuyoyuppe or emon(tes) or hige driver <3) but it’s Sadly just a card collecting game like enstars (i feel you though, i can’t really get into mobage if they’re not rhythm either, it’s a miracle i still play a3 everyday-) :( if you can’t get into the game though, there’s a currently running anime :D it’s very ugly (compared to game art) but <3 i still love it <3 even if it’s not perfect haha

it promotes itself as an otome game but it’s Really not, it’s just a story heavy card collecting game you’re y/n [izumi] tachibana and you take over mankai (jp: full bloom) company after it’s about to be demolished because your father disappeared and failed to pay off the debt; your job is to bring the company back to its former glory as the director (and work as a personal therapist to all of your actors-) i’m sure you’ll like it if you like the found family trope, because the mankai company to everyone there is a place where they belong and feel safe there are 4 troupes in the company, each specializing in different play genre spring: altered versions of known stories (for example: romeo & juliet, the wizard of oz, some original stories following a similar vibe) summer: comedy (slapstick and tons of ad-lib) autumn: action (if there’s no fighting it’s not an autumn play-) winter: mature and serious stories, often tragic

it’s a really cute series that can get kinda serious at times (there are matters of abuse, child neglect, kidnapping+unconsented drug use, and death (off the top of my head) if that makes you uncomfortable)

the writing sure is flawed; masumi (obsessiveness portrayed as cute and funny), citron (making the only (?) character of color the butt of a joke---), how they portray their ND-coded charas like misumi and homare as jokes too, but i still think it’s possible to just ignore those aspects i mean............... not in MY canon-

the gnc guy is yuki rurikawa and he’s my fave <3 he’s a “crossdresser” (i don’t really like that word but that’s what he calls himself) who loves sewing and is the costume designer (aside from being an actor) for the company, he has a cute appearance but a sharp tongue and sassy attitude <3 he’s strong and mature for his age, if he wants something he’ll get it something i really like is that nobody in the company really questions or comments purely negatively about his choice of clothing, which is very refreshing another character that isn’t really gnc but Borderline Could Be is azuma yukishiro, who speaks in a very delicate and feminine manner and is said by some characters to “feel like a woman” <3 yuki even calls him “azu-nee” (big sister azu)

overall, if you don’t check out the game, i at least recommend you checking out the music because it’s honestly one of my favorite things about the series <3 all 24 characters have solo songs, group songs (4 troupes), plus each released play gets 1 to 2 play-themed songs and i think they’re all great (imo better than some idol-franchise music but not calling any names-)

if you need recs; my faves are

more on the rock side: just for myself, muddy hero, the contract, second shot

ballad-like: minority (yuki’s solo song; the lyrics are very lgbt-coded but we don’t get much of it in game), loner, monologue  

other genres i can’t quite name??: susume pirates, exciting charmer (PLEASE consider tasuku hatanaka (who voices kumon) i’ve been absolutely obsessed with his vocals), mikansei na sora de, buzama, living the dream, shoutai, scarlet game, kiteretsu poemer (literally a musical masterpiece?? it’s so fun????)

sorry for linking so many but literally every single song in this franchise is amazing????? there’s not ONE song i dislike like how??????

i’m also really sorry for rambling on sajfkhsakfjash i just love a3 a lot 🥺

[lumiolivier]

The Good Old Days Chapter Twelve:  What Happened to Your Face?

A/N:  Hi, friends!  Here we are.  Another week.  After last week’s hard chapter, how about a nicer one?  Kind of.  I mean, it gets violent.  If you didn’t get that from last week’s, then you don’t understand how things work around here.

I hated myself for what I was about to do. I just watched the aftermath of what this asshole did to Veronica and now, I had to go be his best buddy?  I didn’t like it.  This prick didn’t deserve my mercy.  He didn’t deserve Veronica’s body.  He didn’t deserve to be in Vanessa’s worried thoughts.  He sure as fuck didn’t deserve my friendship.  Real or otherwise.  I hope to hell the Old Man had a plan.  Because the water in our building doesn’t get hot enough to scrub this clean.

 “Hey!” I waved him down.

 “Hey…” Cabrón blew me off, “Hey, aren’t you the guy with the prude little sister?”

 “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call her a prude,” I kept my touchy temper in check, “But I actually wanted to talk to you about that.  Look, man…No hard feelings?”

 “No hard feelings?” he scoffed, “Really?”

 “No hard feelings.” I’m under strict orders not to kill you and that’s getting more and more difficult as this conversation goes on, “You know what?  As a sign of my good faith, let me buy you a drink to bury the hatchet. I know this place.  Real hush, hush.  Real underground.  The booze is top shelf.  The girls are gorgeous.  They’re definitely better than my sister.  Best hidden gem in the city.”

 The guy held his skepticism.  Rightfully so.  I was about to bring his sorry, pathetic ass to the Narrows, “Alright!  Thanks man.  We should get a ride.  Do you have a ride?”

 “Yeah,” I flagged down the Old Man’s driver, “That’s not a problem.”

 This guy was either that drunk, that trusting, or that fucking stupid.  Either that or he wasn’t raised right.  Mama would’ve had my ass if I would’ve gotten into some random guy’s car like that.  Still…The ride back to the Narrows was nothing but this moron rambling about how he couldn’t stand his dad, but his dad’s girlfriend was hot, so he tolerated him. Count your blessings, dude.  Yours is still alive.  You got cognitive memories of yours.  I can’t say the same.  But I wasn’t going to tell this asshole my tragic backstory.  Although, when the driver pulled up to the warehouse, I started to feel more at ease.  Because I knew what was coming to this dick.

 “Come on,” I got out of the car, “It’s this way.”

 “Really?” he took a quick look around, “Isn’t this the Narrows?  I’ve only been here to buy coke.”

 “Don’t worry about it,” I shook him off, “I did say this was a hidden gem.”

 “Ok!” This guy would chase a balloon into traffic.  I had no doubt.  When I got him to the warehouse, he kept looking around, “Hey…You said there’d be more booze and more bitches.  I don’t see either one.”

 He really is a charmer, isn’t he?  Still, I kept my cool, “Hang on a sec.  It’s a one-on-one kind of thing.  She’ll bring you a drink, give you a lap dance, the whole fucking nine.  I just need to go get her.”

 “Alright!” Just when I think I can’t hate the guy enough, he out assholes himself.  Honestly, I’m impressed, but I also wanted his head on a pike.

 Again, strict orders from the Old Man to not kill him.  I’m sure if I broke said orders, I’d be a little more than just out on my ass.  I went to the bar on the corner and knocked on the office door, “Hey, Old Man?”

 “Hi, Frankie,” the Old Man got up from his desk, “Is he here?”

 “Yeah.”

 “Unscathed?”

 “Miraculously.”

 “Good,” he threw an arm around my shoulders, “You really are a good kid, Frankie.  Pure of heart.  I like that about you.  And I know it took great restraint on your part not beating the fuck out of this piece of shit.  I’m proud of you.”

 “Thanks, Old Man.” It did my heart good when I did him proud.  I don’t know why, but it got to me.”

 “And that restraint,” he held the door for me, “should be rewarded, don’t you think?”

 “That’s up to you, boss.”

 “That’s what I like to hear,” the Old Man and I went back to the warehouse, “So, Frankie…Care to do the honors?”

 “The honors of what?” He’s not asking me what I think he is.  I couldn’t get that lucky.

 “I know you want to beat the shit out of him,” he insisted, “If someone hurt my girl’s little sister like that, I’d want to knock his dick in the fucking dirt, too.  Besides, I want to see you go all out on a mother fucker. You’re quiet, seething rage.  I want to see what happens when you cut the wrong wire on that timebomb.  Call me selfish.”

 “Really?” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit too excited about this.

 “Hold on,” the Old Man settled me, “I see you’re all full of piss and vinegar, kid, but let me have a word with him real quick.  We’ll see if we can sort this out with our words first.”

 “Seriously?” The Old Man was being way too sweet to this guy.  

 “Na,” he giggled to himself, “I just want to fuck with him before I cut the red wire instead of the blue one.”

 “Ok.” Now that sounded like the Old Man I knew and loved.  I didn’t care.  As long as I got a few swings on him, I was in.  

 “Hi there,” the Old Man walked into the main room of the warehouse.

 “If the next person in this room doesn’t have scotch and titties busting out of her shirt,” the dick groaned, “I’m leaving.”

 “No, you’re not, junior,” the Old Man made sure he stayed there.

 “Who the fuck do you think you’re calling junior?”

 “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” And the Old Man said I was quiet, seething rage. Looks like I’m not the only one. He got a little closer, studying every detail of this prick’s face, “Hold on…Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

 “I’ve never met you before, man,” Asshole twitched, “All I know is that there was this guy saying we were getting a drink and his bitch sister was being a tease.”

 “His what?” the Old Man growled, grabbing a fistful of this guy’s hair, “You want to repeat that?”

 “She…” he whimpered, “She was…a fucking…tease.”

 “So,” the Old Man let him go, “You’re the one I heard all about.  You like to fuck with little girls just trying to have a good time, huh?”

 “I would’ve shown her a good time…”

 “I’m sure you would, sport,” the Old Man rolled his eyes, “But I don’t think she’s much for chemicals. Frankie, am I right?”

 “It’s happened before,” I told him, “I don’t know if it was this guy, but it has happened before.”

 “And how is she doing? She alright?”

 “She’s in bed,” I reported, “I took care of her for the most part.  Her sister had a little hand in it, too, but we had it covered.”

 “That’s awfully nice of you,” the Old Man awed.  His demeanors gave me whiplash, “And what about her sister?  The older one.  How’s she doing?  It’s not every day you get the phone call that your youngest sister just got roofied and now, she’s rolling.”

 “She took it surprisingly well,” I never ever wanted to put Vanessa in that position ever again.  She didn’t deserve that.

 “It’s unfortunate it had to happen in the first place,” the Old Man sighed out.  But at the drop of a hat, his voice had a singsong lilt to it again, “So!  That brings me to you.  Because I’m pretty sure you were the one behind it, weren’t you?”

 “I just bought her a drink,” the cocky prick got in the Old Man’s face.  Big mistake, “You can’t prove anything.  And if I seem familiar, you know damn well I’d be able to walk out of any courtroom, smelling like a fucking rose.”

 “That’s your own business,” the Old Man turned back to me, “See, that’s the thing about being me. And about all the people I have working for me.  I know what you come from, but I don’t care.  Where you come from doesn’t have any jurisdiction over me.  Because they trust what I do.  And if that means letting my new favorite loose cannon bat you around for a while, then they know you brought it on yourself.  I mean…Unless you wanted to do something like tell me where you got the junk in the first place.”

 “You’re bluffing.”

 “Am I?” the Old Man smirked, “Because I don’t think I am.  Do you want me to get your daddy on the phone and tell him his piece of shit son tried date raping a girl tonight?”

 “You couldn’t prove it was me.”

 “You’d be amazed at how many people are in my network.” The more I hated the son of a bitch that hurt Veronica tonight, the more I started to love the Old Man.  Watching him fuck with this guy was better than Telemundo, “All it would take is one loyal dealer and I’d be able to find out within the hour. Now, either you tell me or I make a phone call.  I know you want to come off like you got the big, swinging dick here, but you don’t. Because from where I’m standing, I’d be able to mushroom stamp your ass into next week.”

 “Cliff Strickland,” he sang like a fucking canary in a coal mine.  Why am I not surprised?  I wouldn’t trust this guy with a bucket of water if we were in the ocean, “His name is Cliff Strickland.  He works…”

 “42nd Street,” the Old Man nodded, “Yeah.  I know Cliff. I know Cliff real well.  Alright, kid.  You’re free to do what you want.”

 “Thank you…” he did all but lick the Old Man’s boots

 “Get up,” the Old Man snapped, “I wasn’t talking to you.”

 “He was talking to me,” I knew better.

 “That is,” he nudged me, “If you’re still all fired up.”

 “Damn right, I am,” I nodded.

 “Here’s now this is going to go down,” the Old Man kept his voice down, “I’m going to step outside for about ten minutes.  While I’m gone, whatever happens, happens.  When I come back, I want someone to have to scrape this asshole off the floor, got it?”

 “If there’s anything left to him.”

 “Atta boy, kid,” he nudged me forward, “Go on.  Go play nice.”

 “Sorry, boss,” I shook my head, “I’m not giving him nice.”

 “There you go again,” the Old Man gave me a little swat to the shoulder, “Telling me what I want to hear. If you’re not careful, Frankie, I may end up promoting you one day.”

 “Thanks, Old Man.” It’s not that I didn’t appreciate the sentiment.  It’s just that I needed to go beat a mother fucker.  Can’t do that when I’m all warm and fuzzy inside.

 Without any further hesitation, my fist went straight into this asshole’s jaw.  And something in that first punch felt so strangely satisfying.  It’s like everything that happened tonight was laser focused in that punch and if I didn’t bust a tooth, I didn’t do it right. But that means I get to try it again, right?  Although, I was a bit caught by surprise when this fucker had some fight in him. Granted, it’s all booze muscle and if it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have made a connection with me.  Once I blinked the spots out of my eyes, I jumped on top of the asshole and started beating the ever-living fuck out of him. The Old Man did say to play nice. And by playing nice, I thought about giving him a mercy killing, but he passed out before I could.  Whether it was from me beating him or the alcohol in his system, I don’t know.  All I knew was that my head was killing me and I had a not so pleasant conversation to have with Mama later.  

 “So?” the Old Man walked in and got an eyeful at the broken, battered, and bruised asshole bleeding on the floor, “All in all?  Good playdate?”

 “He’s done,” I caught my breath.

 “Good,” he put a hand to my shoulder, “Go home, kid.  You’ve done enough today.”

 “What?” I stopped him, “Old Man, I got two more collection spots to hit up.”

 “Don’t worry about it,” the Old Man brushed me off, “Don’t get me wrong, Frankie.  I love the enthusiasm, but you’ve done plenty for me tonight.  You can grab them tomorrow.  It’s fine.”

 “Ok…” Who was I to argue? But it got me thinking, “Hey, Old Man…You said you knew who that kid was.”

 “Don’t worry about it, Frankie,” he assured me, “You’re alright.  If this ever gets brought up to a higher place, we’re taken care of. Like I told the little shit, the only one who’s got jurisdiction here is me and anyone I deem necessary.  Which is the umbrella you fall under.  You got nothing to worry about.  Just go home.  Lay low for the rest of the night.  Come back tomorrow bright eyed and bushy tailed, ok?”

 “Ok,” I nodded, “Thanks, Old Man.”

 “Get out of here,” he shoved me off, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 Aspirin and a quick shot of tequila and I’d be alright.  Fuck that guy.  Whoever he is.  I hope the Old Man was right about my protection.  I don’t need to be getting caught up in legal troubles.  I say as I clearly work for one of the top mafia bosses in the city.  Of course, I don’t need to be getting caught up in legal troubles.  But I couldn’t shake the way he was talking to the Old Man out of my head.  He had to come from affluence somehow.  I wasn’t sure where that affluence lies, but it can’t be good.  For now, I just wanted to go home.

 It was pretty late. I’m sure Mama’s home by now, but she doesn’t need to get caught up in this mess.  The more I can keep her out of this, the better.  When I walked in, our apartment was quiet.  That’s a good sign.  That means I get to go right to bed without any questions asked.  But then, on my way to our bedroom, I heard the water in the bathroom turning off.  Shit…And I thought I was here by myself.  Because I knew Tony and César weren’t getting off for another hour, it could only be one other person.

 “Francisco…?” Mama’s voice drifted through the air.

 “Si, Mama?” I wasn’t going to ignore her.  I knew better than that.  I’d pray for the Narrows a million times over before I’d take a beating from Mama.

 “Tu bien, cariño?” she worried.

 “I’m fine, Mama,” I was lying through my teeth, but again, she doesn’t need to get caught up in this, too, “Hard night at the office.  I’m just tired.”

 “Ok,” she wasn’t going to dig deeper.  And gracias a dios for that, “Buenos noches, Francisco…”

 “Buenos noches, Mama,” I kissed her cheek and headed to bed.  She had yet to turn the light on in the hallway, so it’s not like she’d be able to see anything.  However, when I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, that shit was rough. I didn’t think he got me that good. The bruising around my eye was already getting darker.  I quicky wiped the blood from my nose and crawled into bed, throwing a couple aspirin down my throat.  I’ll be alright.  As long as she doesn’t catch it.

 The next morning, I woke up to my brothers both still sleeping like babies.  So far, so good.  I didn’t have any blood on my pillowcase, so there’s another win right there. Now, all I had to do was hope to Christ that Mama’s already left for work.  However, I couldn’t get that lucky.  I heard the TV on in the living room and breakfast sizzling in the kitchen.  I knew it was coming.  Can I just get the Narrows?  Please?  It’d be so much easier.  

 Fortunately, she seemed pretty preoccupied with the stove.  She had milk boiling, so there’s no way she’s looking away from that. Alright.  I’m relatively in the clear, “Morning, Mama.”

 “Good morning, Francisco…” she chimed.  Ok. That did my soul good.  But once that milk was boiled, she noticed I was hiding my face from her.  And for a damn good reason, “Francisco…”

 “Si, Mama?” I hid behind the refrigerator door.  I was just looking for…I don’t know.  Something. Right now, an excuse to not show Mama the sins of last night.

 “Mírame,” she ordered. Fuck, I’m boned.

 I pretended like nothing happened.  And hopefully, she won’t overreact, “Que es, Mama?”

 “Qué diablos le pasó a tu cara?” Mama gasped.  Of course she wouldn’t overreact.  What was I thinking?  

 “It’s nothing, Mama,” I assured her as she reached up to my eye, “I just got into a little scrap last night.”

 “This isn’t a little scrap, Francisco!” she snapped, “This is definitely not a little scrap!  What happened?”

 “He had it coming,” I swore, taking her hand off my face, “Trust me.  He had it coming.”

 “Enough to put you like this?” Oh, yeah.  Mama’s pissed, “I don’t care how much he had it coming, Francisco.  You don’t need to be getting hurt!”

 “Mama…” I hardly spoke above a whisper, “He hurt Vanessa’s little sister Veronica.  I couldn’t let him get away with it.  He spiked her drink and I’m pretty sure he had all intentions of taking her home with him.  She’s practically a baby, Mama.  She’s only seventeen.  I just…I couldn’t let him get away with it.”

 And in that moment, Mama let it go.  I think she realized how bad last night fucked me up.  So did I.  Never did I ever think that when I saw that angel on the dance floor that night, I’d get attached to her family.  Any of them, really.  Granted, I still had yet to meet her parents and her other sister, but something tells me I didn’t need to.  I had Vanessa.  Then, a little shit decided to poke her nose into our potential love life and just like that, I had Veronica.  That’s all I needed.  And I was good with that.  

 “Ok,” Mama gave me a nod. She knew my intentions were pure, “Still…He hurt mi bebe…”

 “You should see him,” I laughed it off, “Don’t worry, Mama.  I took care of him, too.”

 “That doesn’t look very good, Francisco…”

 “I’m alright,” I promised, “It does hurt a little, but nothing I can’t tolerate.  I’ll be home later, ok?”

 “Where are you going?” she wondered.

 “Manhattan.” My shoes were here when I took them off last night…I think…Last night after I came home was kind of a blur.

 “What would you be going to Manhattan for?”

 “I’m going to go check on Veronica.” There they are!  Other side of the couch, “Make sure she’s doing ok.”

 “And?”

 I needed to score brownie points with Mama again.  Pretty sure my shenanigans from last night got me on her shit list, “And I’ll see if Vanessa’s busy tonight.”

 “I make dinner tonight?” Mama figured.

 “No,” I shook my head, “If we’re going to do that, I’m sure I can manage somewhere nice.”

 “Francisco…” Mama always was a stickler for how we spent our money.  Spending it out when we could be using it for groceries and make something ten times better would always be the right choice to her.  But fuck, man.  Sometimes, no one wants to cook.

 “It’s alright, Mama,” I promised, “I’ll be back in a little while.  And if we’re lucky, I’ll bring Vanessa by tonight, too.”

 “And the little one,” she ordered, “You’re not the only one who wants to make sure she’s ok.”

 “You don’t even know her, Mama.”

 “That doesn’t stop me from caring.”

 I love this woman.  I love her so much, “We’ll see if she’s feeling up to it.  Vanessa, too. I’m not making any promises here. They both get the final say in it.”

 “Fine,” Mama dropped it, gently kissing my cheek, “Be careful.”

 “I will.” I didn’t think I’d ever have much of a reason to go up to Manhattan.  I wish it were under better circumstances.  But she’s alright and the piece of shit was taken care of. And that’s all that matters.

[thefatedflowerchild]

Aquamarine: Eye color?

Asparagus: Birthday?

Emerald: Favorite thing about yourself?

Salmon: Place you wish to live or visit?

Malachite: Something you love?

Moonstone: Something you love the smell of?

Bittersweet: Favorite music artist?

Scarlet: Favorite book?

Unmellow Yellow: Favorite TV show?

Wild Blue Yonder: Favorite movie?

Black: Favorite season?

Midnight: Favorite day of the week?

Maximum Purple: Favorite time of day?

Permanent Geranium Lake: Favorite flower?

Sea Green: Favorite animal?

Hey, sorry I didnt get to this yesterday! Thank you for the ask!

Aquamarine: Eye color?

Blue! My eyes are a dark blue eith a very pale blue ring around the iris

Asparagus: Birthday?

December 6th, 2003 :)

Emerald: Favorite thing about yourself?

Lol, what do you take me for, a person with confidence? /j

I'm afraid to say I dont have one.

Salmon: Place you wish to live or visit?

With Juno. Doesn't really matter where to me, as long as he's there.

Malachite: Something you love?

Juno

I love space! Its so cool and pretty and unique and deep!

Moonstone: Something you love the smell of?

I love the smell of Vanilla and baked goods! Sweet, warm smells, nothing overpowering ^u^

Bittersweet: Favorite music artist?

Usually I'd say MyChem, but im also a huge fan of Cavetown and Melanie Martinez

Lemon Glacier: Favorite album? 

Okay so I'll do it for all three

MyChem -> Either Danger Days or The Black Parade

Cavetown -> I think Lemon Boy or maybe Sleepyhead

Melanie -> Crybaby

Inchworm: Favorite song?

MyChem -> Na Na Na (I think you know that one Vivo XD)

Cavetown -> Dysphoria

Melanie -> Orange Juice

Scarlet: Favorite book?

Uhhh.... Oh! I have an old copy of The Hobbit that i absolutely ADORE!

Unmellow Yellow: Favorite TV show?

IIIIIIIII Don't watch TV actually

Wild Blue Yonder: Favorite movie?

Hmm.... 101 Dalmatians. Or the Aristocats. I grew up on Disney :D. Oh!!!! Or Robin Hood!!!

Midnight: Favorite day of the week?

Saturday. Get up when I want, go to bed when I want. The only truly free day I get.

Maximum Purple: Favorite time of day?

Midnight ^_^ so peaceful and dark and perfect

Permanent Geranium Lake: Favorite flower?

Lillies and Roses!

Sea Green: Favorite animal?

Foxes and Bees!!!! Also frogs :)))

With that, im finally heading to bed at 5:25am :))) gnight!!!! Ily!!! Nd thanks again for the questions!

[nutellamilkshake]

SEA GAMES 2019: PHL vs VIE Volleyball Women Opener

The game between the two opposing team pleasured many people watching the game as both of the team are fighting to reach victory as they represent their country.

This is a volleyball analysis of the game which happened last December 3, 2019.

Link of the game: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gm4kGC_d-i8

Court Dimension

Philippines faced against Vietnam in the 2019 SEA Games Women’s Volleyball opener which was held at the Philippine Institute of Sports Multi-Purpose Arena. The Philippines Sports Arena has a volleyball court having the dimension of 9 meters wide by 18 meters long or 9m x 18m. The court is divided into two equal halves by a net having a height of 2.2 meters.  

Equipment

·       Shoes

·       Uniform

·       Knee Pads

·       Elbow Pads

·       Ball

·       Net

Basic Skills

Basic Skills are present in both teams Philippines and Vietnam. They showed the basic skills such as:

Passing is often thought of as the most important skill in volleyball. If you can’t pass the serve, then you won’t ever put your team in a position to score a point.

Blocking is perhaps the least taught skill in volleyball. Players can get away with poor blocking skills because not blocking isn’t going to hurt the team as much as being poor at executing other skills in volleyball.

Setting is done to either dump the ball over into an undefended spot or to “set” the ball into a position that allows the hitter to spike it over. 

Spiking is the act of scoring a point by slamming the ball over the net into the opposing court effectively and aggressively. 

Digging is preventing the ball from hitting the floor after being spiked by the opposing team.

Serving is done by using one, open hand to swing overhead and send the ball over the net from behind the end line.

Rules of the Game

Volleyball Rules

6 players on the floor at any one time - 3 in the front row and 3 in the back row

Maximum of 3 hits per side

Points are made on every serve for wining team of rally (rally-point scoring).

Player may not hit the ball twice in succession. (A block is not considered a hit.)

Ball may be played off the net during a volley and on a serve.

A ball hitting a boundary line is in.

A ball is out if it hits an antennae, the floor completely outside the court, any of the net or cables outside the antennae, the referee stand or pole, the ceiling above a non-playable area.

It is legal to contact the ball with any part of a player’s body.

It is illegal to catch, hold or throw the ball.

A player cannot block or attack a serve from on or inside the 10-foot line.

After the serve, front-line players may switch positions at the net.

Matches are made up of sets; the number depends on level of play.

3-set matches are 2 sets to 25 points and a third set to 15. Each set must be won by two points. The winner is the first team to win 2 sets.

5-set matches are 4 sets to 25 points and fifth set to 15. The team must win by 2 unless tournament rules dictate otherwise. The winner is the first team to win three sets.

 Volleyball Rules Violations

Stepping on or across the service line when serving while making contact with the ball.

Failure to serve the ball over the net successfully.

Ball-handling errors and contacting the ball illegally (double touching, lifting, carrying, throwing, etc.)

Touching the net with any part of the body while the ball is in play.

Blocking a ball coming from the opponent’s court and contacting the ball when reaching over the net if your opponent has not used 3 contacts AND has a player there to make a play on the ball.

  Attacking a ball coming from the opponent’s court and contacting the ball when reaching over the net when the ball has not yet broken the vertical plane of the net.

  Crossing the court centerline with any part of your body, with the exception of a hand or foot. It is only considered a violation if the entire hand or entire foot crosses the court centerline.

 Serving out of rotation or out of order.

  Back row player blocking (deflecting a ball coming from the opponent) when, at the moment of contact, the back row player is near the net and has part of their body above the top of the net. This is an illegal block.

 Back row player attacking a ball inside the front zone (the area inside the 3M/10-foot line) when, at the moment of contact, the ball is completely above the net. This is an illegal attack.

Officiating the Sports

- Referees

Before starting the game, there were two referees being introduced. First referee was named Leung Yin Yan and the second was Agung Purwanto. They were both responsible for officially recognizing team requests, substitutions, time-outs and communicating with the coaches at the appropriate times.

( A screenshot of the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gm4kGC_d-i8)

- Scorekeeper

The scorekeeper creates official records of volleyball games. Before play begins, the scorekeeper records team and player information. Once the game begins, scorekeepers not only track points, but also player substitutions, sanctions and time-outs. The scorekeeper keeps an eye on the individual serving the ball to track the rotation and notify referees of potential lapses. At the close of the game, the scorekeeper records the final score of the game.

- Assistant Scorekeeper

The assistant scorekeeper or libero tracker is responsible for updating the scoreboard and keeping an eye on the libero. This individual records changes in the libero rotation, notifying referees when problems occur in the rotation.

- Line Judges

There are usually two line judges, one at either end of the court, usually in opposite corners. Line judges work with the referees, signaling to assist in making judgment calls. These officials often use flags to signal when a ball is in or out, hits the antennae of the net, or when the server commits a foot fault, or steps outside the line as they serve.

Technical and tactical skills

As the game started both teams had technical skills in order to have a systematic play to be an effective team in the game. They have both unique technical skills as the two opposing team showcased their strength and abilities. During the game, the Philippines was finishing strong at the first set through great communication through the athletes in the team and they also constructed opening opinion to beat the opposing team. On the other hand, the team also displayed correct-decision making skills to sustain the game until reaching the victory. The team were always open to being guided when one fails to do so. Both teams exhibit the ability to read the play or situation and in acquiring the knowledge needed to have a proper tactical decision.

Summarization

The game was started with the big six of the two teams in the Philippines containing: Jovelyn Gonzaga, Mary Joy Baron, Frances Molina, Alyssa Valdez, Abigail Maran, and Rhea Dimaculangan. While the team Vietnam was containing: Thi Kim Dang, Thi Nga Bui. Thi Xuan Nguyen, Thi Thanh Tran, Thi Trinh Nguyen, and Thu Hoai Nguyen. The game was started with the possession of the Philippines having the first serve by Dimaculangan. The game heated up when the Philippines got the first point on the first round and another one through the spike that was unable to be block by the Vietnam. The Philippines won the first set with a 25-21, but the Vietnam didn’t give up as they got the 2nd and third set with the score 23-25 I the 2nd set and 19-25 in the 3rd set which leads the downfall of Filipinos as the Vietnam got the last set scoring 8-15. Vietnam got the victory and it ended up showing true sportsmanship and sharing the passion of their true love of the game between Philippines and Vietnam.

References:

Strength and  Power for Volleyball. (n.d.). Retrieved from  strength-and-power-for-volleyball: https://www.strength-and-power-for-volleyball.com/basic-volleyball-skills.html#:~:text=The%20six%20basic%20volleyball%20skills,of%20serving%20is%20often%20undervalued.

AOC Volleyball. (2018, November  23). Retrieved from theartofcoachingvolleyball:  https://www.theartofcoachingvolleyball.com/basic-volleyball-rules-and-terminology/

Photo Credits:

https://www.facebook.com/gmanews/posts/look-volleyball-court-sa-philsports-arena-na-isa-sa-mga-venue-sa-seagames2019-ha/10158104822721977/

https://tiebreakertimes.com.ph/tbt/philippines-falters-t4-led-vietnam-sea-games-volleyball-opener/172413

https://sportamix.com/blog/top-10-volleyball-skills/

[excindrela]

Summoned (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff/ a touch of Angst/ and graphic SMUT

Warnings: occult, oral (female receiving), **graphic sex**

Word Count: 3253

AN: Ok. This is only the 2nd thing I have ever posted, and my 1st attempt at smut (sorry if I offend or horrify anyone). Feedback is always appreciated (please be kind).  FYI: “a-spot” is not a typo. Google it. ;)

Happy Halloween!!

AN2: Ayno returned for Thanksgiving, and by request (thank you lovlies) he has become a series! Christmas is here:  12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

It turned out to be the Halloween where things actually did go bump in the night. The truth of which no one would believe if you decided to tell it.

On-the-fly parties were Misha’s specialty, so there you all were, former college roommates with crazy lives & jobs, on the Friday night before Halloween sitting on Misha’s floor in make-shift costumes with random Asian take-out being washed down with cheap rice wine and sake. You played with the Ouija board, read each other’s tarot cards and thumbed through the Urban Witch’s Guide to Practical Spells (bought on clearance at Barnes & Noble for $5.27).

Come to think of it now, the whole thing was Jia’s fault. She was the one who picked up the spell book and started reading from it.  “Oooo! Oooo! This one is for you!!” , she said punching you in the shoulder. Having gotten your attention, she read aloud, “Are you lonely? Sexually frustrated? Summon a demon specifically to satisfy you and take care of your needs.” “I am not sexually frustrated!” you protested. Misha snorted. “…And when was the last time you got laid, Princess Workaholic? Do I not remember you describing your last boyfriend as a ‘lazy pencil dick’?” “I thought it was ‘rice dick’?”, Jia countered. You sighed, “Ok, yes. My last boyfriend was a lazy un-endowed slob who thought only of himself, and it would have taken an act of Congress for him to go down on me. …but 8 months isn’t that much of a dry spell…” Jia shook her head. “Yeah no. You need this.” She said with a laugh. She tore off a piece of napkin and made you write your name on it, then she reached over and yanked 3 hairs out of your head. She grabbed a black candle with a pentagram on it, held it up and read “I seek the realm beyond! I call upon those who can make manifest the desires of mind, flesh, and heart to cross the veil and grant fulfillment!” as she burned your written name and hairs in the candle. You threw a popcorn ball at her head.

The Uber dropped you off at home sometime just before midnight. You dropped your bag on the floor, locked the door and wandered into the bedroom of your converted warehouse apartment. You had just thrown on an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers when you saw a strange blue light coming from the living room. Upon closer inspection, you discovered it was coming from the large antique floor mirror you bought at an estate sale last year. The whole glass was lit up as though surrounded in neon. Slowly a shadow appeared in the center that as it grew larger took on the shape of a person. You stood, transfixed, as a man stepped through your mirror as though it was any other doorway.

He had to be close to six feet tall. Black pointed toe boots with studded bands led to black leather pants with a similarly studded belt, his shirt was a soft button up in white with a red floral pattern, hidden mostly under a burgundy leather motorcycle jacket.  He had a face like Lucifer fallen: high cheekbones, full pouty lips with a ring through the bottom one and a distinct cupid’s bow on top, and almost black hair covered in a layer of teal. He was a sinful nightmare, straight from your dreams.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” you asked with a slight tremble in your voice.

He eyed you up and down. “I am Ayno. I am a lesser demon of manifestation and desire. You summoned me. I was called upon to service you mistress.”

You stared at him in shock. This was not really happening. “What? No…no…no…that wasn’t me. That was Jia. Jia summoned you. I think you have the wrong mirror.”

He smiled as he approached you and gently tucked your hair behind your ear, bringing his long fingers down to your jaw line to raise your chin and get a better look at you. His thumb brushed across your lips as he chewed on his lower one, using his tongue to play with the ring in it. You felt your underwear growing damp just looking at him. “Mmmm…I don’t think so. But let’s check, shall we?”

He turned on his heel and strode back to the mirror he had stepped out of. The neon glow had disappeared and it looked normal again. He knocked on it in a strange rhythm and then placed his hand in the center of the glass. Nothing happened. He was satisfied. “No. The portal is closed. I am definitely here to see to your…needs.” He turned back to his reflection, studying it for a moment. “My hair is blue? Green?” He peered closer. “Exactly what color are my eyes? Am I Asian? ” he questioned. You shrugged, “Maybe? Do you not know? Isn’t this what you usually look like?”  He shook his head “I look however you desire me to.”

“So mistress…how can I serve you? Which of your desires would you like me to fulfill?” he said as he casually tossed his jacket on the couch and began advancing on you.

You started backing up. “Oh no no…I don’t need anything…I don’t think I have any desires…” you said as you maneuvered around the couch, trying to put distance between yourself and the supermodel from hell.

“None? You’re putting off an awful lot of pheromones for someone with no desires.” he chided. You scooted backwards between the counter and the island in the kitchen. He followed you, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it on a barstool. “Your heart is pounding…see something you like?” he asked. You moved around the dining table, pulling out the chairs and leaving them as obstacles.

Ayno just kept walking toward you at a languid pace. You continued backing up wondering how to stop his advance. Unfortunately, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and you backed yourself right into the bedroom. Now you were trapped with nowhere to go. This seemed to please Ayno who leaned in the doorway smirking as you looked around in panic for an escape.

“Oh, please. Don’t kill me.” You whispered breathlessly. He smiled and gave a small chuckle. “Aww- don’t worry baby, I’m not going to kill you. …I’m not even going to hurt you…but I am going to make you scream.”

He held up his right index finger and twirled it in a circle before flicking it in your direction. Like some otherworldly cowboy, a rope of red light shot from his finger, lassoed your wrists and dragged you backward onto the bed – arms above your head, your wrists now bound together by energy and secured tightly to nothing. You tried yanking your arms down, but they wouldn’t budge. “You know, the more you pull on that, the tighter it gets.” Ayno cautioned. He glanced down at the university t-shirt you were wearing. “You won’t be needing that” he said as the shirt was whisked from your body by nothing more than a wiggle of his fingers and a wave of his hand. “You won’t be needing those either” he said looking at your boxers. He made a ‘come here’ motion with his hand and your boxers and panties slid down your legs and flew straight to his hand. He put your soaked panties to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly before dropping them to the ground.

He held up two fingers like a Boy Scout and then pointed them towards you and split them apart as he did so your legs shot open to opposite sides of the mattress unable to close them of your own free will. His eyes never leaving yours he advanced on you like a predator to their prey. You felt the foot of the bed dip is he climbed on it and crawled towards you.

“I’ll bet you taste delicious.” He purred, glancing down to eye your dripping sex fully on display for him. “Oh oh no! Please!! Oh please no!” you begged knowing what he was about to do, but the demon only laughed.

With a speed that no human could match, he dove between your spread legs and dropped his head to lick a thick fat stripe up your slit. He took excruciatingly long laps, his tongue stretching out and dipping into your hole at the bottom and flicking across your clit at the top. You moaned and writhed, trying to escape him as he guided the tip of his tongue up and down between your folds. Finally he grabbed your hipbones and held you still as he placed his whole mouth to your core, sucking at the juices you couldn’t stop flowing. Without letting up, he slowly inserted his middle finger to your waiting heat, moving it in and out in gentle even thrusts causing tiny currents of electricity to slide along your slick inner walls. You made soft gasping noises that slowly morphed into “more” as your hips bucked upward to meet the thrust of his hand. Ever obliging, Ayno added another finger and increased the pace. The friction caused you to whine softly as your hips twisted in pleasure, held fast in his firm grasp. You could feel yourself winding up, waiting to be pushed over the edge. “Oh please- please- make me cum” you begged. He raised his glowing red eyes to your sweat damped face, as he moved to take your clit between his lips and suck while he curved his fingers upward into your sensitive spot. You gasped and made incoherent sounds as everything behind your eyes went white and your whole body twitched as your orgasm washed over you.

At last he released your throbbing clit and raised his head, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. You felt yourself growing desperate as he continued working his fingers in and out of your soaked core. His breathing was heavy when he asked “You’re so wet…how do you want me to serve you?”

“Fuck me. Please Ayno…please I want to feel you inside me!” you begged like a shameless slut. You had no idea what had happened to the rest of his clothes, but his body was naked as he shifted on top of yours.

A moment later you felt the sweet painful stretch of his thick cock pushing achingly slow inside of you. He took his time pressing in, letting you feel every inch of him as he slid into you. “So tight” he hissed as he bottomed out. He bent forward gently trailing soft wet kisses down your neck as he gave you time to adjust to his size. Gradually, he felt your hips begin to twitch, knowing that you were ready for him to move. He slowly dragged his length out of you pushing back in with slightly more intensity; and with each stroke he increased the pace and added force.

“Does it feel good baby? You like the way I’m fucking you?” he asked as his hip bones crashed into your inner thighs again.

“Mmmmph…uhhh…yes…oh Jesus yes…more…” you choked out.

The demon gave a dark laugh and said “HE has nothing to do with this, I promise you.” as he lifted your legs up over his shoulders and began making quick sharp thrusts that slammed the head of his cock into your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Ayno...my hands… please…” He flicked his fingers at the headboard and you felt the bonds give way and your arms fall to your sides to grip the sheets. You could feel the edges of your vision darkening as all your muscles tightened and the butterflies began in your belly. Ayno reached forward and laced his fingers in yours. “C’mon baby, cum for me…you’re almost there…” he coaxed as he flexed his hips faster. You moaned loudly as the pleasure washed over you like a wave while fireworks exploded behind yours eyes, and you felt yourself clenching around him harder than you ever had. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!” you yelled loud enough that you were sure the entire building could hear you.

Ayno slowed his pace, and slid your legs off his shoulders until your knees were around his elbows, while he watched you pant and come down from your high. “I don’t think you’re satisfied yet. You want more baby?” “More??” you gasped. He smiled and nodded as he unhooked your knees and reached down with strong hands behind your back and pulled you up until you were sitting in his lap, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you. He began gently rolling his hips, the motion causing him to simultaneously apply rhythmic pressure to your clit and the tip of his cock to graze your a-spot. Your breath began coming in short staccato gasps. You threaded your fingers into his hair “Aren’t you close?” He smiled and shook his head. “Don’t you need to come?”

He gave a throaty laugh. “I can if you want me to, but it’s not necessary. Orgasm or not, I can do this any way you want, all night if you desire.” He said gazing up at you with burgundy eyes that sparkled like glitter and a smirk on his lips. You brought your mouth to his, suddenly prepared to give up whatever sleep you thought you were going to get.

***

You startled as you realized there was someone in the bed with you. Cautiously you rolled over to find your dream-nightmare leaning on one elbow watching you sleep with detached amusement. “Ayno? Oh god. That really happened.  Wh-what are you still doing here? Its’s daylight” Ayno rolled his eyes. “I’m a demon, not a vampire. Daylight is not a problem for me. ...and I can’t leave. You haven’t released me.” “Released you?” “Yeah- you summoned me. I have to do your bidding, and then when you’re satisfied, you release me and I leave.”

“Does what happened really count as summoning?” you questioned. Ayno nodded. “..and do my bidding? I didn’t bid you to do anything.” Ayno’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “No? Didn’t you? What do you think last night was?” That? All of that??? “Uh no! That was you demon boy!” The gorgeous demon laughed in earnest showing off the Hollywood-esq smile it didn’t seem a creature like him should have. “That’s not how it works. It’s not about me or what I want. It has to be in you- it’s what *you* want. I just know - I can sense it. But it all comes from you.” You were mortified. That came from you? No no no. That wasn’t you- that was like smut you’d read in a fanfic on Tumblr. Not that it wasn’t awesome, but... “Wait. So you’re stuck here and have to do whatever I want until I tell you to leave??” Ayno’s eyes narrowed. “Something like that.”

*** 3 weeks later***

The smell of coffee pulled you out of bed earlier than you would like on a Sunday morning. You wandered into the kitchen to be greeted by what had become one of your favorite things: Ayno, shirtless, making your breakfast. You paused for a moment to admire the view of his triangular torso, but since he was attuned to you, it was impossible to sneak up on him. He spun around and picked up your coffee cup and strutted down the kitchen like a model on a catwalk to hand it to you. You giggled.

“Did you enjoy the show? Can I have a shirt now?” he pleaded. “Please?”

Please. So human. You’d been working on the human thing. “Of course.”

He retrieved his shirt from the back of the couch and paused at the mirror to look at himself on the way back.  His hair was now chocolate brown, very short on the sides and back, but longer on the top with caramel colored highlights. “I look Asian now.” He confirmed with a smile, as he began fluffing and styling his bangs. He gestured at his new hair, “This is good?” he questioned hopefully. You nodded enthusiastically.

“I think this look will go over better with my family. They will approve, therefore there will be fewer questions.” You explained. He nodded – he didn’t get a choice- his appearance was still subject to your whims. “We can change it up when we get back. I think you’d look great as a blonde.” He arched one eyebrow and eyed you doubtfully as he picked you up by the hips and effortlessly lifted you up to sit on the counter.

“Tell me again about this ‘Thanksgiving’ we are going to.” He asked as he plated your breakfast and handed it to you.

You didn’t answer right away. You stuffed a piece of pancake in your mouth to hide the small wave of guilt that hit you for not having released him yet. Ayno did make great pancakes, but it seemed unfair to keep an accidently summoned demon as a sex slave and pretend boyfriend - even if he was the best boyfriend you’d ever had. He was a good cook, the house was spotless, he had turned out to have a great sense of humor and was a pro at cuddling- as well as everything that came after it. However, you were pretty sure that demons were not supposed to be domesticated, and that this went against his nature…he was probably miserable.

You looked up from the food you had been concentrating way too hard on to find his nose inches from yours. It surprised you, because, if anything, your thoughts and feelings should have pushed him away, not called him to you. He was looking in your eyes in that way that made you think he was staring at your soul (and you weren’t entirely sure he wasn’t).

“I am not unhappy.”

“But this doesn’t seem right.”

He shrugged. “Right is whatever you want, whatever makes you happy.”

“But what do you want?”

He sighed and looked down at your breakfast plate. “My desires do not enter into it. What I want doesn’t matter.”

You placed your hands on his cheeks. “It does to me. What do you want, Ayno?”

“This.” Suddenly, his velvet soft lips were on yours. You were surprised and hesitated for a moment – never before had any of Ayno’s actions been something you hadn’t willed. He pulled away, smiling.

“You allowed me choice. Why?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…I mean I know you’re a demon, and probably inherently evil, but it just seems like you should have some say in your life.”

Ayno shook his head. “I am not evil. I am owned and managed by evil. But you might be surprised to know that I do have feelings.”

You were surprised actually. “Really?” He nodded. “I assumed that you couldn’t…you never told me.”

“You never asked.” He hesitated a moment, “Why do you keep me here?”

Embarrassed, you went back to playing with your pancakes. Knowing that he deserved an answer, you whispered, “Because I like you.”

He placed his hands on your hips and pressed his forehead to yours. “I like you too. More than any soul I have ever encountered. Is that not how it is done in this world? You like each other so you stay together?”

He made it sound so simple.

“Something like that.” You replied.