#i went HAM with the screen tones with this one

[freckled-paints]

ITS SPIDER MAN!!! LOOK ITS SPIDER MAN!!

click for better quality!!

#CAN YOU GUESS MY NEW FAVE SPIDEY?? #ANYWAY #saw the movie today and LOVED IT #somehow the artstyle got even better and more insane?? #loving it fr #pavitr prabhakar my beloved <33 #HE IS SO SILLY #i went HAM with the screen tones with this one #just wanted to have a bit of fun #IN LOVE with how the gold turned out!! #art #my art #raes art #digital art #pavitr prabhakar #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #atsv #satsv #spiderman india

[bitterkarmaa]

SO

Got a few prompts for you for past KC and Eclipse! Since i couldn't choose just one and the brain worms are still strong agfjg:

29. “I can’t believe I thought you were a good person. Congratulations, you’ve proven me wrong.”

I figured this would be a good one for after the incident and KC confronts Eclipse about what happened

39. “If this was the last time we ever spoke, what would you want me to know?”

This one could mayhaps go with the above prompt too for that extra layer of angst mwehehehe

24. “I’ll protect you, with my life if necessary.”

This could either be before incident (maybe with young Eclipse) or after KC revives Eclipse?

6. “I... I can’t believe it’s really you. I thought I’d never see you again.”

Another alternate version to the prior one! Post Eclipse revival!

3. “You’re wrong. So just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong”

A break from the angst prompts - KC and Eclipse being sassy with one another ahdfas family banter

(ALSO YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ALL OF THESE OR EVEN ANY AT ALL HDFJKG i just went a lil ham haha)

I’m inhaling all of these ideas like crack and struggling to pick like a bird picking a favorite seed

“I’ll protect you, with my life if necessary.”

-KC & Eclipse-

It has always been a patient animatronic, despite being the lead security bot. It had to be patient. It was made to be patient.

And yet, watching the fragmented code running slowly across the screen, it is filled with unmistakable fury over the fact that reality chooses to taunt it in one of its worst, most vulnerable moments. Impatience burns a hole through every rule it’s ever learned, eating away at the emotional wall between it and the tears that threaten to fall down its face.

Each time another error pops up, his claws dig deeper into the desk’s flimsy wooden surface.

Growing weary of the endless cycle of disappointment that staring at the screen brings, KC instead decides to turn away, gazing solemnly at his son’s immobile body, at his eyes that no longer gleam with emotion, replaced by a cruel, ever-encompassing darkness. It can’t help but wonder if doing its best to repair the body and card was a waste of its time. Maybe he was too late. Maybe his son really is dead.

Just as they wanted. Bitterness rises like bile in its chest, a snarl ripping through its bared teeth.

Humans. People. Society. Spitting lies he believed long enough to allow them to take his son from him. Even now, the disgust he feels towards both himself and humanity is vivid- unwavering.

The room is silent aside from the soft beeping and clicking of the computer doing its work. It clasps its hands together, lowering its head in shame as the reality of the situation sinks in for the thousandth time. It still hurts, fresh as a bleeding wound. He doubts it will ever heal.

A garbled scream forces his eyes up once again, alarm pulsing through him as he moves towards Eclipse before truly putting much thought into it. His son continues to scream and cry, oil leaking from his mouth in a steady stream that makes KC’s core lurch.

He reaches out, but Eclipse flails and whimpers as soon as his father’s hand nears him. It stops, watching helplessly as Eclipse’s venting falters, letting out ragged wheezes as his body fights to stay online.

“D-Don’t-D-Don’t-“ Eclipse rasps, voice hitching and breaking in places, voicebox straining against the unwelcome use.

“Eclipse…” It begins, voice low, soft and gentle. A contrast to its more recent tones, reminiscent of better times.

“Don’t!” He snaps, a sob escaping his mouth afterwards. The venom in his tone is worn and empty, lacking the bite in favor of showing face for a bark that he hopes may deter his hovering father. It doesn’t.

“I’m…I’m not going to hurt you.”

Eclipse’s shaking hands twist into weak fists that contain more emotion than his twisted expression, somehow.

“I-“ Eclipse breaks off, letting out a yelp that slowly devolves into a scream, wrapping his arms around himself, clutching the dented, destroyed paneling that trembles under his unsteady hands.

KC panics.

KC doesn’t panic, but he does. He doesn’t but right now he does.

For a moment, all he can really do is watch as Eclipse’s screaming begins to die off into broken sobs.

It seems that his previous caution is quickly discarded, because next he’s shifting closer to KC, tears still streaming down his face as he shakes and breaks down before his fathers eyes. It stares at him idly, a small frown coming onto its face as Eclipse reaches out with one hand to grasp loosely onto its sleeve, his other arm still wrapped around his torso.

“Sw-Swear it?” Eclipse mumbles miserably between sobs, earning a puzzled expression from KC.

“Swear what?”

“That you…won’t hurt me…”

The tears that have been threatening to gather in KC’s eyes finally come, metaphorical heart shattering all over the floor, leaving him to vainly struggle to gather the pieces.

“Oh, Eclipse…” It whispers sorrowfully, moving closer to pull his son to his chest. Eclipse buries himself against his father, more sobs wracking through his body as he leans into its arms.

The most KC can do is hold Eclipse as he wails his grievances into his fathers attire, fingers curled into the faded fabric as if afraid KC might leave, or move, or do something that would break his fit and shame his needs. KC plans to do nothing of the sort, caught up in guilt as it is.

"I tried to stop her."

Eclipse's voice is tight, distant, and KC lets out a heavy sigh as he realizes that this is probably another living nightmare his son's mind is forcing him to remember. He's had these...'fits' ever since that cursed day, wrapped in memories, bound so tightly that he can't escape no matter how hard he damns the vision to the back of his mind. KC has tried to help him out of these episodes, but it proves futile time and time again. The most he can truly do is stay by his side until they subside once again. It's truly excruciating, watching his son experience horrifically vivid recollections, unable to help no matter how hard he tries.

And now, beneath the load of reality that his son is already struggling to maintain, another weight has been added. Cruelty comes in many forms, it seems, and quite a few of them are fond of poor Eclipse.

"I know." KC murmurs, rubbing a gentle hand in circles over his sons back. "It wasn't my fault."

A slight pause, then, "I know."

"Why didn't you stop them?" Eclipse's voice becomes sharper, more in tune with reality as his eyes drag up to meet KC's own. KC can't hold his gaze for long, the shame eating away at him.

"I did." He mutters, and, apparently, he said the wrong thing. Eclipse's gaze burns with fury, shoving himself away despite the obvious pain it causes him.

"As soon as it became beneficial for you, sure. Yeah. You became the hero and whatever. Main difference between you and actual heroes is that heroes succeed." Eclipse bites back, rays grinding against the crumbling springs as they retract behind his dented faceplate. KC narrows its eyes.

"I saved your life, and this is the thanks I get?"

Eclipse lets out a bitter scoff, rising to the silent challenge behind his father's words.

"You only brought me back because you felt bad!"

KC stares at his son, his formerly furious expression twisting into one of despair. "That's not true." It retorts.

"Yes, it is! You know it is!" Eclipse's voice raises into a distressed wail, tone breaking off into another sob, hands coming up to wipe furiously at his face.

"It's not, Eclipse. You-" KC reaches out with careful hands, gently beginning to guide Eclipse's hands back into his lap- before his son pulls them away, that is.

"YES, IT IS! YOU NEVER WANTED A SON, YOU JUST WANTED SOMEONE TO AGREE WITH YOU ALL THE TIME!!"

"Eclipse-"

"YOU NEVER WANTED ME AROUND!! YOU PROBABLY WANTED ME TO DIE!!"

"ECLIPSE!" KC shouts over his son's rant, grabbing Eclipse by the sides of his face, forcing him to look into his father's eyes. Eclipse stares, wide-eyed and hyperventilating, into KC's glittering red gaze.

"I have never wanted you dead. Ever. It broke me to see you as hurt as you were, and I swear that I won't allow it to happen again. I can't see you like that, my boy. You are my everything, no matter what I say or do. I regret waiting as long as I did to step in- it plagues me endlessly, the thought of what I should've done, but didn't. You will never be wounded like that again. I won't let it happen. I'll protect you...with my life, if necessary."

Eclipse's mouth hangs open the slightest bit, unwavering gaze trained on his father's serious expression. Then, his face twists, body shaking as more tears gather in his eyes and he begins to spill various apologies from his mouth, throwing himself back into KC's arms.

KC cradles his son like a precious china vase, rocking him gently in the quiet, isolated room. Time stretches on, the sobs slowly dying away into sniffles, and then, eventually, soft, raspy venting as Eclipse's exhaustion hits him like a train, effectively knocking him out for the next few hours.

KC keeps his promise. He protects Eclipse.

...even at the cost of his life.

And, as his fingers grace over the scar hidden beneath his classy attire, he wonders...

How is he staring into the eyes of the mentor he assumed was dead?

#karma’s bitter #karmas bitter but so am i #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #sams eclipse #kb eclipse #tsams au #sams au #tsams lunar #kb killcode #sams killcode #sams kc #kb drabbles #kb lore

[shuttershocky]

There's a strange "privilege" I think about sometimes: getting to be a hater.

I cannot stress enough how much being a creative for a living, not just making things but needing to make things to eat, blunts your ability to hate on the internet.

If you showed me now to the me of ten years ago, the past me would find the current me unrecognizable. I was picky as hell with what I liked and notoriously difficult to please, and because I liked to write a lot, I learned how to state my vitriol in words and say exactly why and how I thought something was shit.

I got good enough at it that I got paid to write reviews about video games while in college, and while I attempted to make my criticism more constructive and state my opinions as opinions rather than fact, I wasn't about to go lowering my standards just because someone was an indie working on their first game.

At the same time though, I ended up writing FOR local projects, and that's when it really landed with me that this shit is fucking hard.

Making anything at all involves baring a piece of your soul to the world, but all I had ever made before were short stories that made no sense and would get laughed out of literature club and embarrassing video game fanfiction I was too ashamed to upload to my account on fanfiction.net. I hadn't made things that people were actually supposed to read and play before, and seeing people at cons reading my words on a screen (on a project that sadly went unreleased due to other reasons) was an excruciatingly humbling experience no writing tips or advice ever really prepared me for.

I felt the effect almost immediately. Lots of little annoyances in a game I'd play or in a movie I'd see that I would have given it shit for in the past would just... Get accepted. Some mistakes or even whole creative choices that used to be dealbreakers for me were just regular old minuses. Things I would have found merely passable before became likable in my eyes. I started to find the roughness charming, imagining what sort of bullshit must the creators have gone through to even release this thing at all.

The thing is, I don't think my critical eye has weakened at all. I can still pick out and name parts of a work I would have torn to shreds when I was a teenager. I can still go ham on something I find particularly egregious if I really want to. I just... Don't really want to nowadays. Not anymore.

I don't have the energy for it. I think about what it must have been like to work on something and my tone immediately dials it back several notches because I was once hired to write for a game while in a very dark period of my life and that memory haunts me still.

Now when I don't like something half the time I just don't mention it. When I like something even a little I talk up what I find so enjoyable in it, and I don't even LIKE being positive and restrained, it's just what comes easier to me now. I kinda miss being a hater, but I'm slowly coming to accept that those days are done.

This is just something I think about every once in a while, because now and then someone still remembers how I used to be and assumes I've still got these impossibly high standards. I've had a friend tell me "So and so said that if [Shutters] likes it, it must mean it's really good", and I kind of just have to give a half-hearted "Oh well you know it's got its flaws, I just had a lot of fun" because people regarding my approval as some kind of seal of quality feels sinfully good for my ego, but I don't like getting people to expect a masterpiece off of something that only promises a fun ride. That wouldn't be fair to both them and the work.

I guess I'm still adjusting to my changing standards. There is one nice side effect though: it's a lot easier to enjoy your guilty pleasures when they become just pleasures instead.

#All this to say I would not have liked Tsukihime the same way ten years ago #something about understanding the feeling of writing even when you feel like garbage because you can't eat if you don't submit something #really makes its rough but earnest nature charming

[mysteryman-17]

* MUSTACHE GIRL ATK 80 DEF 80 * Judge, jury and executioner. * No turning back now.

Time’s End is an AHIT/Undertale crossover AU of sorts, taking place in the aftermath of a timeline where you lose the final boss fight against Mustache Girl. You can find the write-up here! In addition, you can find the write-ups for the Neutral Endings and TimeWarp Route Requirements on Google Drive! The incredible art in the thumbnail was made by @asterofthedeepforest. Be sure to support his Ko-fi and/or commission him! This track was commissioned from my boi Wisteria Bird Studios. Be sure to check out his work too!

Mustache Girl takes on a hybrid Asgore and Asriel role. The time that she hasn't been looking forward to has arrived: it's the ultimate clash, where "good" will triumph over "evil." Or at least... that's what she forces herself to believe. Deep down, however, she knows that either her or Bow won't make it out of this scrape alive. Mu's tired, and has been for a long while now, but that won't stop her from putting up one final stand for her "righteous" goal. Bow's certainly going to have her work cut out for her!

Motifs:

You Are All Bad Guys (Part 2)

Barrel Battle (modified)

Clocktowers Beneath The Sea

Judge Jury and Executioner

Get Lost

Beta Credits Theme (modified)

Clocked Out (modified)

Main Theme/Title Screen

And speaking of going completely off the fucking rails! XD But yeah... given the context of the AU (plus Mu's motivations at this point,) I figured a bog standard ASGORE replacement wouldn't do the job as well. So needless to say, a different direction was very much taken here. The goal of this track was to fuse the general vibe/stylings of Attack of the Killer Queen, with the emotional tone + some additional instrumentation and section ideas from ASGORE; and hey, why not have some "heavy" parts to boot! Wound up working out far better than I'd initially planned when I commissioned Kristian, and I'm so insanely happy with how this turned out. He did a fantastic job as usual, especially with putting together so many ideas cohesively, and I went fucking *ham* putting the final bow on everything. The guitar sections especially were the perfect excuse for me to put my new amp VST -- Shreddage Amp XTC -- through its paces. But enough of my rambling, I hope you guys enjoy the track!

You can also listen to this track in high quality on the AU’s SoundCloud here!

#a hat in time au #ahit au #ahit mustache girl #mustache girl #ahit bow kid #bow kid #deltarune #undertale #undertale au #ahit time's end au #time's end au #AHIT:TE!AU #a hat in time music #ahit music #music #audio #ASGORE (track)

[hrshlandturtles]

Pizza

They were working on the new com system. The previous one was still working, but why wait for it to fail when they could avoid that problem altogether and improve it at the same time.

"On your left, Raph!", screamed the little box near the screen.

"Got it!", it continued, but this time with a lower tone.

They went back to their work. They knew their brothers would be fine, they always were. They always went out without them to fight the Foot and the Purple Dragons, and they always came back, injured, yes, but overall alright.

A higher tone was heard from the box. "Yes! We got them!"

They stopped for a minute, waiting for more.

"Alright! Well, guys, we can go back to base!"

And here it was.

Donnie stood up from their desk and went to the part of the lair considered to be the medbay. Here they put everything in place, ready to treat every possible wounds.

Once done with the placement, they waited, sitting on a stool. Looking down, they could see the armour they were wearing. It was a bit run down due to the years, but overall still working at full capacity. They brushed it before grabbing the invisible sides, hidden under the ends of their plastron.

Underneath it was another plastron, the exact same color and shape as the one that layed merely a few centimeters away, but with one noticeable difference : a red mass poking out from the middle of it.

Badump. Donnie looked at it beat. Badump. It was so fragile. Badump badump. They were so fragile. Badump badump badump. They were a liability. Badump badump badump badump. They served no purpose to the team. Badump badump badump badump badump.

"Donnie!" screamed a voice from another part of the layer.

They put the armour back in place, securing it once more under their plastron.

"We have a gift for you~!" yelled another voice, this time higher and singing.

They stepped out of the medbay to look down at their brothers.

"Actually we got two gifts," pointed out the red-themed one.

"Such as?," finally replied Donnie, raising a brow.

"Not only did none of us got hurt-" started Leo, only to be cut by Mikey. "You can still check us if you want though!"

"-but," he continued, playfully pushing the youngest on the side, "we also brought you pizza!"

At the word, Raph pulled out a cardboard box from behind him and opened it. It had pieces of ham and vegetables on it, not a trace of olives, and a substance on top that seemed like vegan cheese.

They had brought them pizza. Not only that but they had brought them their favourite pizza from their favourite place. They had even paid attention to the special cheese and had not eaten even a tiny piece off of it.

"So that's why you're late," they let out, keeping a neutral tone and face. "Medbay, the lot of you. I need to check you out."

They stepped back into the medbay, not waiting for them to come.

That was a bit much, to be fair.

They had not expected them to lose 30 minutes of their time to go grab a pizza, especially considering the strict rules their father had put in place. They knew that if they told their father about the delay, their brothers would probably be grounded for a while. But they couldn't possibly go tell him that, even if they lived by rules and knew that it was their duty to report such details. They couldn't, because of the pizza.

"Donnie?" asked Mikey. "We just noticed you seemed under the weather each time we came back. So we thought it would cheer you up, not make your worse."

"Sorry," added Raph, struggling to enter the medbay due to his size. Donnie made a note of that.

"Hey, sib, we don't mind if you go tell dad. We know you don't like to lie, even by omission," said Leo.

Donnie looked at his blue-coded brother and noticed the gentle smile on his face. They knew this specific smile. They knew all was fine.

"Sorry," they finally said. "I just wasn't expecting you to bring me of all people something so random."

They examined their brothers one by one, noticing that indeed, they did come back with no injury whatsoever. How they managed that was impossible to know.

Once their task done they stood up. "Would you all like to eat the offering with me?" they proposed. They really didn't want to. A whole pizza could hold two to three meals just for them, with their siblings on the line, it will definitely dwindle to only one. Maybe even less. And they wanted to make it last.

"No, we're fine, there's the leftover lentil soup whatever in the fridge," said Raph, already waiting for them all outside of the room.

"As you wish."

They all went down to the kitchen to eat their respective meals and found Splinter in the middle of the room, making himself some miso soup.

"Aaah, children. I see that... none of you are injured ?" he greeted them, perplexed. "Did a miracle happen or just sheer luck?"

"Would a miracle bring Donnie a pizza?" asked Mikey.

"Absolutely !" cheered Leo, "and the miracle is us!"

Splinter let out a chuckle and looked at the clock, seemingly satisfied.

"Alright, I'll let you all eat, but then it's bed time."

The boys nodded, Donnie already being too busy heating up a plate and washing their hands.

Once placed at the table, pizza on plate and hands washed, a pop and fizz made them look up. Splinter had left them all a bunch of mango-dragonfruit flavoured Fanta cans and Raph was diligently pouring the content of one of them in one of Donnie's glass.

"Here," he said, pushing the glass towards them, now decorated with a straw. "We'll save the two extra cans for you."

Donnie let out a smile and a soft squeal.

That was nice. This evening was nice, after all. They had felt so bad at first, as they do each time their brothers leave them behind. They had felt useless even. But now? They might still not bring much to the team, but they seem to bring at least some to the family, and that's what mattered.

They dug in, relishing on the perfect taste, texture and temperature of the pizza.

Today was fine. They hope tomorrow would be too.

#Donnie pov #TMNT #my little tmnt iteration #I bring you this on this beautifully hot and periods-induced sick day

[infuriatedleprechaun]

OSTRACIZED

Chapter 9: Abuse

hey guys! Chapter 9 is out! again, sorry for the long wait, as stated on my “pool party” one shot, I was visiting family for a couple weeks, I’ll post one chapter today and another tomorrow! 

Hopefully this long chapter makes up for it a bit!

Chapters 1-8 here 

RECAP!

- "Guys! This is Rasputia" his tone was a little different, not as excited or loud. He removed her mask to reveal her hazel eyes as she regarded everyone, her eyes landed on me for a little bit longer but only for a moment, she smiled.

- "You think anyone else is going to want to be with you? Just remember. You're not like me, I can get whoever I want, I have one lined up as we speak" a hand went over my mouth, and I felt tears come to my eyes. Knocking be damned. I flung open the door, it slammed loudly against the wall.

"Mike. Time to train" I urgently told him. Ignored the fact that he probably wasn't clothed, but I needed to get him away from her.

- "I think it best we keep him away from this woman and once isolated, try to talk with him, explain what he has is abusive. Unhealthy" Splinter seemed very concerned about his son. Running a hand through his facial hair in thought

- "Raph. I don't want to do this" I whispered with a frown. 

"You need to do this" was all he said as he stared straight ahead, his eyes had something, not his usual rough exterior, he was even frowning a bit. The second we walked into the medbay, Donnie gave me a vial of blood, which I was not happy about seeing.

- "He's hurt bad, but he'll live" Donnie assured as they were building hopping, they had made it to the roof tops, I pursed my lips, looking at April who looked as distraught as me. Splinter went from the grip on my arm to stop me, to soothe me, I swallowed hard, my eyes now leaving the screen.

WARNING: BLOOD, SEXUAL ASSAULT, THE CHAPTER IS CALLED ABUSE SO THERE’S THAT, 

AND PAINFULLY LARGE AMOUNT OF FLUFF AT SOME POINT

18+ 

Abuse

April, Splinter and myself were at the door to the lair, and quickly hurried them inside, Raph was carrying the youngest, who had all sorts of cuts, bruises, and swelling. He looked incredibly rough for wear. I had to stop following for a brief moment, process the damage on my poor brother, I forced myself to snap out of it and follow them. I wasn't experienced enough to efficiently help Donnie out, so I would stay out of the way, but I was going to be there for the orange cladded turtle.

Don hooked him to an IV, and quickly got to work, wrapping, stitching, disinfecting, his hands were moving quickly, April and I huddled together with the turtles and splinter, watching everything intently. I didn't want to speak, like unintentionally taking one second of Donnie's attention away from the injured family member would be the death of the youngest brother.

"You doing ok?" Raph asked me. I looked up at him exasperated, why was he asking if I was ok? He was the one on the mission and watched his brother get hurt.

"Are you ok?" That was the real question as my worried blue eyes pierced his.

"Mike is a tough little guy, he always pulls through" Raph said. He was confident but you could tell he was still worried, watching Donnie go ham with the medical techniques.

I leaned up against his arm, and held his hand, my face on his tricep and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, the turtle seemed to release some tension, but kept eyes on his baby brother. I continued to watch his body language a little longer to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable.  

Donnie was finishing up with everything he could do, Mikey was stable at this point, and he could finally slow down and just work on the small stuff. The tallest turtle stepped to the side finally, giving a huff while relooking over Mike again, even gently moved him around a little bit very carefully to be completely sure he didn't miss anything.

"Abby, do you mind making some food for him?" I nodded, releasing Raph, April said she'd join me later. I opened the lab door and started to quietly make my way to the kitchen, being sure to pet bear on the way because no doubt he was worried about one of his best friends too.  

Down the hall I went, and then froze when I heard some giggling. Rasputia, I forgot she was even here, how was she out here laughing when her boyfriend was clinging to life down the hall?

I knew why, she was horrible for Mikey, I really wish this wasn't the case, but it was.

"Ill be back later. We can do WHATEVER you want" she said over the phone, I tried to ignore her, but that was a really weird thing for her to say.

"Yeah. I'll ride you until you hate me" that made me stop, and gape. Was that out of context, she wasn't cheating on Mike to top it all off. I could not believe this, and it wasn't like I could just go tell Mike, he knew we all hated her, what if he thought I was making it up?

I released a sigh, running my hands over the top of my head, I didn't know what to do. It really wasn't any of my business, but this was a new level of awful from her. I just wanted someone who was good for my brother, who would treat him like they were the top of their world!

I shook my head and decided to walk into the kitchen, I needed to make some food for the boys. And my chicken noodle soup always seemed to be something that healed and stayed light on the stomach.

Quickly I got onion, ginger, and garlic out to mince and Sautee, followed by some ingredients for noodles, and a bunch of chicken breasts. Boys need the protein.

By the time I had the noodles made, April came in and started helping me along. She's made this recipe with me before, she was familiar with it.

Finally the homemade noodles were thrown into the pot with the boiling veggies, and chicken. A few more minutes and everything will be done.

"April... what can we do about Rasputia?" I asked nervously while taking the pot off the heat.

"I don't know"

"I... I overheard her saying some... disturbing things..." I needed to get this off my chest.

"Do I want to know?" April saw the lack thereof presence of the woman when her boyfriend was unconscious and injured. She didn't need any more reasons to hate the woman.

"No... I'm pretty sure she's cheating on him"

"That doesn't really surprise me. She is a total bitch" she bristled.

"We need to keep him away from her" I sighed.

"Only so much we can do" the woman frowned.

"Hey guys. Mike is awake" that was Leo making his way into the kitchen. Relief washed over me. It sounded like he was going to be ok.

"Don kicked us all out, because he needs sleep. But he said if you can get him to eat then he needs to do so"

"I made my soup, it'll help him incase he feels sick" ginger helped with stomach aches, garlic helped with digestion, and Himalayan salt helped hydrate him.

"Here" I poured a bowl for Leo, luckily I got him to eat this morning. But Mikey I tried my best, to no avail, he really needed to eat to help his recovery along.

"Thank you" the leader seemed grateful for the pleasant smelling food, as he graciously took the bowl and inhaled the sent, walking over to the table, he looked so exhausted.

"You're very welcome. I'm going to go give this to Mikey" I chirped, already in a better mood at the news for the youngest brother making a recovery. I passed by Donnie on the way.

"There's a bunch of soup in the kitchen, eat up Don" The purple turtle seemed relieved that the food was ready. And picked up his pace to the kitchen, I snickered at him, and began to turn the corner, slowly, full bowl of soup in my hands.

But quickly back peddled when I saw the scene in the medbay. Rasputia was on top of Mikey, I didn't know what she was doing, because I didn't want to be rude to them.... again I guess...

At the same time, I didn't immediately turn away, because should Mikey be doing that kind of stuff? He was pretty injured. But at the same time, if he didn't mind?

"Rasputia. Please. I'm in a lot of pain" my eyes widened at that, that was definitely not consent, and she was now hurting him! My hands tightened around the hot bowl of soup, what do I do? Donnie was just down the hall.

"Come on now, turtle. Least I can do is have fun with you before I kill you. You're a mutant freak, but you fucked like no other" she giggled, but it wasn't a bubbly giggle, it was evil, she was so evil.

My anger raised before I could stop it, my skin turning more white than it's fair color already, fur growing, and I blacked out, last thing I heard was the bowl of soup hitting the ground with a shatter.

.

.

Raph, Leo, and Don ran back to the lab in quite a hurry, careful to avoid the broken bowl at the entrance. And they all froze in their tracks at what they saw:

A very torn up Rasputia against the dented wall (courtesy of her body's impact), with a very angry looking white fox, purple highlights around its amber eyes at it snarled at her. It was over Mike, hackles raised and actively snarling.

It towered over Mikey who looked a bit alarmed but not scared at the massive creature. Having only one paw on the bed made it slightly collapse under the weight until it removed it.

"Abby. Calm down" that was Leo. Raph had his weapons out.

"Wait Raph. Look at her posture, she's protecting Mikey. You attack, she might retaliate" Leo said lowly as the fox began to stalk towards a battered Rasputia.

"She could never be a problem for us again" Raph pointed out. Only half kidding.

"Its not right letting her die. But it's really not right letting Abby kill her, you know that'd hit her hard" the leader explained. Yeah, Raph knew that, Abby had too big of a heart for her own good sometimes. But he really did love that about her, she was so gentle and kind.

All 3 turtles quickly got between the massive fox and woman. The fox tensed, looking ready to fight. But when she realized they weren't armed, she seemed content with just snarling at them.

"Hey, Abby, come back to us. Come on. We know you're in there" that was Donnie giving a go at bringing her back. The fox had its hackles raised, blood from the wounded woman dripped from its jaws, the white fur around its mouth and paws was filthy with blood now.

"Mikey is safe, you did a good job" Raph continued it.

The fox was still growling, even gave some ear ripping barks, on a normal fox, it would've been a lot higher pitched. But on one this large it made a Rottweiler come off as a chihuahua.

"Come on, settle down" Raph cooed. The fox stared at them for a while longer. With a large huff, it started to shrink back down.

Abby grunted as she hit the ground, she held her head as she tried to regain her bearings, clearly confused.  

"What... what happened?" She mumbled as if she just woke up. But started to get really nervous when she saw all the blood on her hands and face.

"You beat the shit out of Rasputia" Raph chuckled. As he put a hand behind her back to steady her. She immediately tensed and sat straight to look at the woman. But almost seemed as if she wasn't AS stressed from this target.

"I did? Is... is she ok?" This was my fox form after all. Though the blood was a pretty solid indicator. I was thankful at least some of my clothes were on me.

"She'll live"

"So. You're the experiment TCRI has been looking for" I quickly turned my attention to Rasputia. What did she say?

"What-What do you mean?" I swallowed.

"I was paid to track you, and kill them" Rasputia rolled her eyes, I heard a gasp from Mikey from his bed.

"But-" She was using Mikey to get close to me.

"Almost killed a couple of you, I'll do better next time" A couple?!

"What do you mean 'a couple?'  you almost killed them?" I had to calm myself down, or Alopex would want to finish her off.

"Yeah, purple right there and the obnoxious orange one in the bed. Cornered one, exposed the other" Leo and Raph's jaws clenched at the same time as they stared this woman down.

"Donnie, can you make a prison for her? I have more questions for her" Leo's voice was low, and you could tell he was trying to hard not to let her get to him, but was failing at it.

"I should be able to whip something up" Donnie assured. I got to my feet, and went over to Mikey, I was so worried about him, he was injured and realized someone he loved was using him.

"Mike, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" I sat on the bed next to him, brows furrowed with concern. Mike just looked at me, his baby blue eyes held so much pain and regret, I quickly but very, very gently brought him in for a hug. Staying silent and letting the hug soothe him, how could someone do this to him? How could anyone hurt someone like this? Let alone someone with such a big heart?

"Abbigail. Do you remember what happened?" Leo asked gently as he came up from behind me. He could ask his brother who would probably have a better recollection than me, but I was all but smothering him in a hug to support him.  

"She um. She was going to sexually assault him, and then kill him. I was going to get you guys, but between my anger and the urgency of the situation, one thing happened after another. I guess I changed and messed her up" I couldn't believe this all seriously just happened. Rasputia was evil from the beginning, yes. But she was more evil than any of us could've imagined. Mike sniffled a little bit, and I continued to keep my gentle and supportive hug on him.

Leo was deadly silent, he clearly needed some time to actually process this, I didn't blame him, when I put 2 and 2 together for the whole situation it took me a little time too. Even after I processed it.

"What are you? How were you able to hurt Donnie?" Leo turned back to Rasputia quickly, Raph was restraining her with some chain and a lock.  

"Wouldn't you like to know, leader in blue? I told you what I did to brag. Nothing more" She snickered. I couldn't help but to glare at her, Mike was going to get through this, find someone better than her, and she was going to get hers for failing every last aspect of her mission.

"How can someone be so cruel?" I shook my head.

"They're just animals" Rasputia rolled her eyes at me. I swear, she was trying to get me to transform, but I wasn't going to bite.

"First off, if you even treat any being like that, you're a psychopath, second of all, in case you forgot, everyone is an animal"

"You know what I mean" she gave me a smirk

"No. I don't" I huffed then turned away, I needed to stop engaging with her, she was making me incredibly upset.

"Hey. Don't listen to her. And thank you for protecting Mike" Raph came up from behind me, he didn't seem bothered at the exchange at all, in fact, he just looked prideful. Which, I wasn't understanding, but definitely wasn't going to complain about.

"Alright. This should do" Donnie had moved a floor panel to what seemed like a partially built tunnel, and had reinforced the panel into a door.

"We can keep her chained too. Maybe feed her every now and then" Donnie suggested. Leo nodded and roughly dragged her to the makeshift cell, and only kind of dropped her in.

"We need to eventually patch her up too. She didn't take as much damage as she should've, but those wounds can get worse" Leo told his brother who didn’t seem happy about that but at the same time? He understood. Mikey seemed to relax in my grip, and gently pulled away, his eyes were red, but he seemed to have gotten it out of his system for the time being.

"Thanks Abby. For saving me, Watching Alopex protecting me was awesome" I smiled at him, and couldn't help but to take a moment to be relieved that Alopex didn't hurt Mikey, she protected, just as I would've done if I had control. It could be a fluke considering she was the biggest threat to the room, or Sensei was right. I really hoped sensei was right, at least.

"Of course Mikey, if you need to talk, I will listen, and everyone is here for you" I assured. Raph was just standing next to me, seemingly regarding everything.

"You ok Mike?" he finally asked.

"Yeah. I'll be fine" He nodded, he already looked a little bit better, I couldn't help but to yawn, it was getting late.

"Mike I uh. I'll get you a new bowl of soup. Did you guys all eat?" I went back into mother hen mode.

"No, was about to. And then this all happened" Raph answered for everyone as Leo and Donnie came back over from ensuring Rasputia was secured.

"Well, let's eat, and then go to bed it's late" Leo decided, to which, everyone agreed quickly, the poor boys, they were probably so tired.

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After I changed, we had a long dinner of several large bowls of soup for everyone, and some time to explain to April and Splinter why Rasputia won't be out and about near anyone anymore (not that they had complaints). I finished giving Mikey his fill, before starting to put away the leftovers and do the dishes, usually I would receive help from everyone, but tonight everyone must have just been too tired.

Which I understood completely, I always offered to do it by myself but they would all usually pitch in, tonight it was just Raph and me finishing up the mess with dinner, I was putting the last dish into the dish washer, and yawned.

"Thanks for the help" I smiled.

"Sure thing. I'm gonna go check on Mike, and then I'm gonna go to bed" he said.

"I'll go with you if you don't mind. Make sure he ate enough"

"He ate like, 4 bowls of soup, there's no way he's still hungry" Raph snickered as he lead the way out of the kitchen, I had a smile myself, and followed him. I don't know what changed in Raph for him to actually start trusting me, he even seemed to like hanging out with me. But I was thrilled! It was bothering me, for multiple reasons, but one I hadn't really realized until recently, was it more than friendship with him? Was I actually feeling more? Was that ok? Would he be ok with that? I needed to stop, I was making myself nervous.

Raph opened the door, and peeked into the room, when he saw his brother peacefully sleeping, he turned and lowly muttered that the hyperactive brother was sleeping, before turning the light off, and gently closing the door to not wake him up.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning, Raph" I said before heading to my room, imagine my shock when he gently took my hand into one of his large three fingered palms.

"Hey uh. I know there was a bunch of stuff we wanted to talk about… Want to change and then come to my room? If you fall asleep it's no worries" Raph seemed a little, nervous?

"Oh, sure" he wanted to talk about this now? Also my pajamas were hardly appropriate for other's to see me in, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. I'll make sure to ask him before I go into his room, if he wanted me to change I would have absolutely no problem with it. But my sweats were dirty from training in them today, and I hadn't gotten around to doing my own laundry.

I walked to my room, quickly stripped down to my underwear, threw a thin, well fitting tank top on, and found some sleeping shorts, they were pretty short, but in my defense I never thought anyone would see me wearing them. I made my way back to Raph's room and gave a gentle knock, I heard him tell me to come in and opened it, walking in slowly and bashfully.

"Is it ok to wear this?" Raph looked away from the tv that was playing what appeared to be south park, and then he started to stare.

"If it's not I completely understand and I'll go change" his hesitance was making me nervous.

"No Abby, you're fine, come on, you can get under the covers if you want" he cleared his throat and sat up to a sitting position.

I walked over to him, and definitely slid under the covers, a wave of heat from the turtle hit me, and I felt toasty and cozy, I was also a little red faced, what was I thinking coming in here like this? I should've just washed my stuff today.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about first?" I leaned against a pillow, my blue eyes watching his hazel ones.

"If you're down for it. I am a little confused about your sexuality" he admitted. I winced at that, at one point I was proud, but now, I kind of just accepted it but still didn't like to talk about it, especially after my parents' reaction.

"What was it you said to April?"

"Panromantic Asexual" I wanted to just go under the covers and not come back up for a while, I wonder why Raph was so curious about the whole thing, enough to make it the first part of our conversation.

"So um. I can fall in love and be with anyone, gender or otherwise, but can't feel sexual attraction" I admitted, I always felt like a freak, sex was so huge for everyone else, but it never fazed me.

"So you can fall in love with the gender of ninja turtles too?" I pursed my lips, cheeks stayed red, and giggled a bit at the turtle.

"Anyone" I told the smiling red cladded turtle, he has such a nive smile.

"And you said you cant feel sexual attraction? So sex will always be off the table with you?" Oh, he was getting in depth.

"N-No. I'm sex neutral. The concept doesn't bother me, but I'd really have to find the right person in order to not be repulsed" I was getting embarrassed, but I'd push through.

"I don't really understand" he remained respectful the whole time, and I understood his confusion completely, figuring this all out for me was crazy.

"The best way I've seen someone put it, is like: you're not hungry, but when your mom puts some really good food in front of you you'll eat it" I snickered nervously a bit at that.

"In order for me not to be repulsed, I personally need to feel very deeply for someone, my heart has to be the thing that gets turned on, then my body can follow, loving someone so deeply is the closest thing I can get to sexual attraction. If that makes any sense at all, it's really confusing I know" I ran a hand over my head.

"That makes more sense." He nodded.

"As for sex within a relationship I can really take it or leave it, it makes no difference to me." I was going to leave it at that, there were more personal details about myself I was not about to get into.

"So. What happened in the lab today. After I drank the blood? If I'm not crossing a line in asking"

"Of course not. You have a right to know" he seemed to be finding the right words to explain his situation.

"Well, you know we have a good sense of smell…" Raph started, sounding as awkward as I did when I was explaining my own situation. I nodded once. I DEFINITELY smelled a lot coming off Raph when I was in my turtle form.

"Well, when you turned into a turtle, your pheromones were really, really strong, and um. I was having a lot of difficulty" my face went bright red and I cleared my throat.

"But. Why did Donnie not seem too affected?" I was a bit confused, while it seemed to have effect him, he didn't have anywhere near the same reaction as Raph.

"That. That's where it gets a little more complicated" he blinked, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, I heard some pops as he shifted his head to the side, he seemed a little tense. I gently put a hand on his face, urging him to relax a but. He never had the need to be tense like this when talking to me. None of the boys did.

"I really don't want to make things awkward, but I want to be up front with you. I have feelings for you" my eyes widened at that, my mouth dropped open, and all I could really do is rest my back against the wall and try to process what he actually just said to me. Was this a prank? Was he messing with me? Raph wouldn't do that to me, would he?

"Abby?" he raised a brow, and when I saw the nervousness in his eyes and posture? He was either a really good actor or he was being genuine.

"You're… Being serious?" I just had to make sure, I couldn't believe he actually had feelings for me. He went from hating me to this? So many questions were surfacing to my mind.

"Well of course I'm being serious. Why?" The tenseness in his body seemed to grow, he was definitely not the kind to expose himself like this, and I felt really bad for keeping him in suspense, but he did blindside me a bit here.

"It's just. You didn't trust me, you hated me, and then you pulled a 180? All in a span of a few months?" Mind go brrt with the spinning, I wasn't trying to make this seem like an interrogation, but I needed some answers.

"Abby. I NEVER hated you. It's just, we found you in a lab you had been stuck in for years, you didn't remember anything, and we did the one thing we never really have done with anyone aside from April. Eventually Casey. We brought you to our home, where we're vulnerable. I was just trying to look out for my brothers and father, I was trying to keep them safe. They all trusted you so fast, it made me nervous they were dropping their guard too quickly. Especially considering we knew nothing about you."

Ok, that made sense, and was kind of what I figured, it was just that he was so harsh with me, and it did hurt my feelings, I had no reason to hold it against him though. He was making amends now, and he seemed to trust me a lot more.

"And then we actually had someone infiltrate us, and you kicked the shit out of her. Saved my little brother" again, with the pride in his eyes.

"You took really good care of Donnie when he was down and out. And you take really good care of us every day" Raph continued.

"I'm really grateful for you, and I'm sorry if. If I was being a dick at the beginning there" some tenseness in my shoulders relaxed when he said that, I didn't even know I was taught.

"Of course Raph. It's an honor helping you guys out after what you did for me, and for this city everyday. I can never repay you guys for that" I couldn't believe this whole conversation.

"I… I have feelings for you too. But. I didn't ever think you'd be able to, you know" between my weird tendencies because of my sexuality which was a deterrent to many others, and then was dwarfed by whatever creature I was turned into. I was made to HUNT Raph and his family down.

"Because you're a hunter? Asexual? Take my pick?"

"Yeah. What we have would be… a bit complex" I warned him, and I didn't think he'd be down for that much effort to this whole thing. Sure relationships were a lot of work, but there were SO many other aspects to this one.

"I'm willing to try" I looked up at him, making sure he was being serious.

"Yeah. I mean it. Only if you're willing to try to put up with me" he said with a sheepish smile.

"I'm not the easiest to put up with either"

I had a smile on my face, and nodded. I'm glad I came here, so we could talk this all out.

"Is it ok if I kiss yah?" I leaned closer to him, and kissed him. I could feel him jolt in surprise, and then gently bring a hand to my face.

I didn't mind quick pecks on the lips, but never had I been able to go further than that, until now. This was actually pleasant. Gently I pulled away from him, and looked into his gorgeous eyes. He had a big, goofy grin on his face, and I could see the exhaustion fully now. Which concerned me, a lot. They had done a lot today.

"Can I take take your mask off?" My voice was barely a whisper, I was so shy to this all.

My hand reached for the cloth, rubbing ot between my fingers as I looked at him, his posture was a bit nervous, as he very gently held my wrist, he was thinking about it.

"Alright" I smiled, clearly this was a very intimate moment for him, something he's never done. It warmed my heart so much that he was actually letting me do this.

I sat on his lap, watching his body language, I couldn't help the caution, I wanted to be as respectful as I could to him, while his hands went to my thighs with surprise at forwardness. He didn't seem to mind.

I reached around his head, a bit apologetic that my breasts were so close to his face. But I loosened the knot at the back of his sand cap styled mask, and then took the piece of cloth off.

My small breath caught in my throat at the sight he had scars littering near his eyes, a large one on top of his head. I've never seen any of the boys with their mask off, and I'm glad I had the honor to see Raph without his.

"What uh. Whaydya think?" His voice again seemed a bit nervous. My hand reached again, slowly so he could stop me if he wanted to, well, easily anyway. He is a ninja, and I've seen him use his speed numerous times, you know what mean!

My hands gently examined each scar, especially the large one on the top of his head. And a couple really small ones beside his eyes.

"Youre incredible" came my love struck response, my eyes had to be on the verge of sprakling. I wasnt even exaggerating.

"I love you without your mask on" I admitted with a smile as I dropped my gaze to his eyes. He seemed too stunned to speak, but that's OK, the smile never left my face, this whole situation could stop my heart with how tight of a death grip it had it. I loved it.

I Leaned in, kissing his varying scars, and continued to run my hands over them. And gently placed a peck to his lips again, the low rumbling sound I heard when we snuggled on the couch came from him. He gently parted our lips, looking at me.

"They... they don't bother you?" I sat back. Regarding him, he needed reassurance, it's ok.

"Scars are gorgeous. Dare I say a word I practically never use: hot. And you're the most breath taking person I have ever laid my eyes on" I was not lying, I was not overexaggerating. Should I admit it to myself? I was quickly falling in love with Raph, the love drunk aspects were hitting me like a ton of bricks.

I could feel his green orbs staring into my soul, he was taking me in, and the emotion in his eyes almost completely drowned out how tired he looked. My concern grew, he went through a lot of physical strain, mental, and emotional. He needed sleep, we could talk later, but right now I was worried about him.

"You need to sleep" I reminded him, sitting up, a hand to the side of his face which he eagerly leaned into now, i rubbed one of his scars with a thumb lovingly.

"So do you. Especially before we try anything" my brows raised at that and I couldn't help but to get a bit excited when he mentioned that.

"I've never been so worked up over such an innocent exchange" he admitted sheepishly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do THAT to you" but I'm glad he loved this interaction as much as I did.

"How could I not? Pretty, fit, blue eyed Blonde, on my lap, wearing a thing tank top with no bra, telling me everything I'm unsure about with my physical appearance is breath taking to them and they love it. A siren has absolutely nothing on you, babe" he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his plastron gently. My smile grew as I got closer to him. We exchanged another kiss, Raph had my heart now, I've never given it up to anyone until now. But I was so in love with him, it was a bit terrifying.

I actually felt some physical attraction to him too. Which was also VERY new to me, never would I be able to make such exchanges with another person. It would've grossed me out. Again, the turtle pulled away from the passionate kiss, I couldn't look away from him.

"Alright, for real this time. You need sleep" I giggled, hopefully this wasn't working him up more. I really wasn't meaning to. I didn't know much but I knew guys could get sore if they got too worked up, felt a bit bad.

I climbed off of him, and his body decompressed like he was disappointed. I moved as close as I could to him, feeling his pebbled skin on my back. It was something I was quickly finding soothing.

I was a but surprised when I felt his body pull away, until I felt the shift in the bed, he was rolling towards me. An arm came around, wrapping around me, and pulling me flusb up against his plastron. He kept his lower half away from me, I understood. He needed sleep more than I did, so I'm glad he was about to.

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I woke up to Donnie knocking on the door. I was sleeping hotter than usual, and then I moved and realized Raph had me locked against him with an arm still.

And I giggled when he pulled me closer to him in his sleep. Nuzzling my neck which tickled a bit.

"Raaaaaph" came the obnoxious call.

"Come ooooon. training!" I heard a murmuring from the otherside of the door. Donnie acted like such a younger brother sometimes, it cracked me up how much they loved annoying each other.

"Uh. Raph? Abby isn't in the lair. She's not on the couch or her room" oh no!

"She's with me, she's fine" he grumbled.

"Wh-what?!?" Came Donnie exclaimed.

"We're up, we'll be in the dojo in a minute" Raph assured. He released me from the nice cuddling position, I sighed, I liked the snuggling. I havent slept that well in my life, and I sat up and stretched.

"I uh. Tend to get handsy. If it ever bothers you, lemme know. Please"

"Raph. You're fine. I'll let you know" I promised. All the boys seemed good at reading body language. He nodded with a relieved smile. Honestly, I don't think him getting handsy would ever bother me at this rate.

"Better get to your room, unless you want to see me get dressed" my cheeks went a bright pink.

"You'd get no complaints from me" I admitted he turned back around from his dresser with shock. But I was already snickering and running out of the room.

I said I was sex neutral, so I wouldn't mind someone whom I care for so deeply a little naked.... who am I kidding? Seeing Raoh naked would do so much to me. Especially when Raph looked the way he was, he's freaking gorgeous. Especially without his mask, God I love that.

I all but snuck to my room, praying none of the other guys would see me in such provocative clothing. Luckily they all seemed to be in the dojo.

I made quick work of getting dressed, so I could get to the dojo. Working out with everyone seemed to give an umph to my step and be motivated to do my exercises.

I got to the dojo last, and quietly made it to my yoga mat off in the corner of the room. Where I began to stretch and start calisthenics. As per usual, I loved taking a minute or two for breaks, to watch the guys.

My eyes lingering on Raph the longest for an embarrassing amount of time. Snap out of it. I had weight lifting and cardio left, and I was done.

Weight lifting was only a couple of sets, so thankfully, I finished up with that quickly.

"Abbigail, you wish to do standing rondori with us for your cardio?" Splinter asked after getting my attention to take my headphones out, I made sure to keep the music lower just in case anyone wanted to get my attention

"Sure sensei!"

"Excellent. You'll be fighting Raph again" he quickly replied, a gleam in his eye. I.... he was doing this on purpose! But why? I couldn't help the amusement towards the mutant rat in my posture.

"Raph is gonna give her some cardio, huh?" Mike grinned at Splinter from where he sat on the ground. He looked so much better today, though he didn't participate in training, he was just watching, but he'd make a full recovery in no time flat at the rate he was going.

Raph had a small smile on me, well, it seemed like he didn't mind fighting me again, so maybe he wasn't too upset he lost last time. We bowed to each other.

"Hope you got something else up your sleeve" he smirked at me with a competitive gleam to his eyes. I looked at my bare arms innocently causing him to snicker.

I put my hands up, foot tapped twice behind me. I had a truck or two left.

The turtle started stalking his way towards me, grabbing my arms for a throw. A stepped back, using his own grip against him, snapping him downward, and grabbed his shoulder, and threw my weight on his upper body to make him hunch forward.

I knew what his reaction was going to be, to throw himself back to make himself stand straight again. I quickly sidestepped when he started to do just that, I shifted, sidestepping quickly, planting a food behind him, and then threw my weight again.

My strength mixed with his momentum and weight, he was about 5 feet in the air, flat as a table, as I guided his body roughly to the mat. The second he was there, I moved over him to get him in a pin. My arm around his neck and my upper body holding his arm. Like this would actually stop him, he could easily stand up and keep this position. I wasn't even mad about that, either.

"Ippon" Splinter announced. I couldn't help to smile at the stunned Raph, I kissed his forehead, very much so wishing his mask was gone again, but he obviously put it back on this morning before training, I got up to let him up as well. I was about 130 lbs, he was probably triple that in pure muscle. But it was more of a courtesy and respect thing.

We stood to bow, I quickly tucked my hands at my sides, and gave the respectful Japanese courtesy. When he didn't I was a bit confused, Splinter cleared his throat and the trance Raph seemed to be in was cleared and he bowed back. I couldn't help but to give an airy giggle.

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Alright, so I was out grocery shopping, I had an ear piece in while I moved along the isles of the grocery story. It was connected to a phone call with Donnie who was telling me requests, and making sure I was OK.

All the boys were on top of the grocery store roof. Listening in on me, also making sure I was ok. I didn't know if it was necessary anymore, but they were so amazing and didn't seem to mind, so I humored them.

When I was moving from produce to the breakfast isle, I couldn't help but to notice a slightly taller than me figure, in a black hoodie was following me. I know it's not weird running into the same person in a store, but this person didn't have a cart, basket, or anything.

"Bro, I'm sorry I ate all your fruit snacks" I could hear Mikey in the background, talking to an upset Leo. I pursed my lips, trying not to laugh in the store.

"Its ok Mikey, kiss your gold fish goodbye" the leader in blue retaliated.

"There's entire memes about people liking to date single moms because of the snacks. Apparently they just need to come to a turtle lair" Mikey was noticing a pattern here and I was doing my best to not bust out laughing.

I made it to the baking isle, buying more flour, stevia, and yeast. If I didn't have stuff to make pizza I fear Mikey might actually perish. After grabbing the yeast, I saw the hooded figure duck behind the isle. Alright. THAT is strange.

Back before I knew what kind of mutant I was, I'd probably high tail it. But I knew I could defend myself now, best to inform the boys of the possibility, keep an eye on him, and finish up the grocery shopping.

"Hey guys, someone might be following me. But it's a little early to tell" I said casually as I made it to the bread isle.

I hear shuffling, and even some smacks but then I was surprised to hear Raph's voice as clearly as I would've heard Donnie's voice.

"What do they look like?"

"Raphie protecting his GIIIIIRL FRIEEEEEND. Raph and Abby sitting in a tree. K-i- gah!"

"Ninjas are supposed to be quiet Mikey" That was Leo as he head locked his brother playfully while scolding him.

"Black hoodie, a little taller than me" I explained, picking out some special bread for me, then getting cinnamon bread for Leo and Donnie, and a couple white loafs for Mikey and Raph.

"You can come back and get groceries later. Come on out" Raph ordered.

"I'm almost done, I'll just keep an eye out" I moved along to get some dairy snacks and more things we needed.

"Raph's right, just come on out" that was Leo, sounding closer to the speaker.

"Guys. I'm ok. If anything happens you'll know"

"We're trying to prevent something from happening" Donnie reasoned.

"They're making Robert Pattinson batman" I snickered at Mikey's distracted mind. He seemed more chipper and free today, he must be recovering from the heart break, and I know Rasputia was the cause of him clamming up and being unsure.  

"Hush Mikey" came the other three brothers.

"If that shorty follow you out of the store. We're going to be meeting him" Raph's voice seemed lower than usual.

"He probably won't, but I'll keep you posted" I got the milk, eggs, I know at least one brother wanted yogurt. My blue eyes made it to the stranger again, who was also pretending to look at eggs, They still had nothing in their possession to buy.

I guess it was time for me to see if he'd follow me to check out and then outside. I moved to checkout, when I didn't see him at any of the other lines, or in sight, I breathed out.

"Find everything ma'am?" The cashier asked.

"I did, thank you" was my reply as I pulled a credit card out, patiently waiting for the bagger to finish up their work, I got to the handle of the cart, and headed out to the automatic doors. I needed to get to the alleyway to meet the boys, typically they pulled all the groceries out, and I would just move the cart back over to the storefront.  

"We see em. He's on your tail" Raph still had the headpiece from Donnie.

"There's probably an explanation for this Raph" was my gentle response. I was a bit scared, considering how many times I have been kidnapped and dragged into a lab. But I did my best to keep my voice calm and all of them calm, as well.

"Oh there's an explanation, none of them good, we're coming down" I was about to tell them to wait, but then the voice from the hooded figure stunned me to my very core.

"That's a lot of groceries if you're living by yourself" I quickly turned around, mouth agape to see my red headed, blue eyed sister, she had taken the hood off.

"Anastasia?" I couldn't believe this! My sister found me!

My happiness was slightly short lived when all four turtles landed behind the woman Raph storming up to her, not the best way for my family to meet each other…

CHAPTER 10 HAS ARRIVED!!!

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[nyc-museums]

The MOMA

Located in Midtown on 53rd Street between Fifth and Sixth Ave, The MOMA (Museum of Modern Art) is a very well-known museum in New York. One of the first museums I have ever visited while being in NY, the MOMA has a plethora of art within its vast space. It was a rainy day when I visited and leave it to New York for always having long lines to wait in despite heavy rain... Thankfully the line went by fast and I didn't even have to pay for a ticket as I am a student whose school has affiliated a deal with the MOMA. Upon entering, you can immediately tell just how vast the MOMA truly is with all of its six towering floors. Ranging from paintings, sculptures, videos, and curated exhibition rooms, sometimes the MOMA can get overwhelming, but if you just take it floor by floor you'll be fine. It's always interesting to visit the MOMA periodically because they are constantly housing a variety of modern artists, which makes the museum slightly more interesting to walk through than others. One of the first pieces that I took an interest in was this porcelain sculpture of a half-naked lady hugging the Pink Panther. Simply, it gave me a laugh and it was by Jeff Koons, love him or hate him. The next piece was probably the highlight of my trip to MOMA. It was room curated to look like an 80s fallout shelter by Michael Smith. The yellow-painted walls with shelves lined with canned foods such as corn, peaches, and ham alongside the dim lighting was such an interesting experience to walk through. I couldn't help myself to stop at every object and corner of the space to take pictures because the space was so well developed. With scattered papers everywhere alongside the arcade game screening "game over", the underlying tones of the uncertainty of survival and wondering when the "big one drops" was a prevalent feeling I had throughout the "bunker". Moving along, I've noticed that in the MOMA the more floors you go up, the less sculptural or curated exhibition rooms there tend to be. As I made my way up I found myself a bit tired after taking in so many pieces of art, but some works still caught my attention such as some lithograph prints from Kurt Schwitters and classic, but always beautiful works from Henri Matisse- which by the way MOMA only opens daily from 1:00 pm to preserve his light-sensitive work, how thoughtful! To be honest though, the best part of a museum... the gift shop. Like any museum gift shop, the MOMA displays various artworks that were seen throughout the museum as postcard versions for one to take home as a memento. But they also carry a variety of artist books, home goods, toys, and collectible figurines. Whenever I go to the MOMA I always have to stop by the gift shop to pay a little visit to one of my favorite artists Yoshitomo Nara and take a pic of his little drummer girls. And on my visit this day I decided to take a little box of Nara-themed bandaids because I couldn't help myself... oops.

#museums #yoshitomo nara #moma #nyc

[puppygirlkat]

i went through the store in a frenzied daze, continuing to chatter with myself, remarking to myself what i want to get. spicy ramen cups, sliced ham, granola, bananas, cookies, a disordered assortment only organized by it doesn't require me to use the stove which i have unreasonable antipathy to use as i only eat when the dizziness sets in and i stumble into the kitchen and tear into whatever my hands grab first. i probably have some vitamin deficiency i think, dark circles around my eyes that im not sure whether they point to that or if that's just my skin tone, but im still alive so it can't be that bad, but that wont stop me from being anxious about it.

i make sure to check for the union of orthodox rabbis symbol, not because im observant or even converted--i keep having second thoughts and questioning myself which my friend tells me is very jewish of me--but because orthodox rabbis are the only people i can trust to label when food has had the slightest contact with dairy. one day my body decided puking is an appropriate response to the slightest amount of lactose, oddly around the time i decided to convert. surely that can't mean anything.

at some point the basket becomes laden enough that i can feel the pull in my shoulder so i go to the self checkout--minimal social contact. at this point im lightheaded soaked in anxious sweat and i feel my vision receding further and further as reality becomes a screen i watch instead of something i experience. my hands fumble through placing the bag, scanning the items, paying. i focus on my thoughts to keep myself from disconnecting too far.

i return to my body outside the doors, pulling off my mask and breathing heavily the crisp fall air. that wasnt that bad.

as i head through the parking lot, a cute twinkish 20-something pushes carts past me and i turn to ogle his ass. nice. i grin wildly and giggle to myself at my brazenness. i should fuck a twink. i should corner him and stroke his cheek as he squirms and tries to hide his growing erection and invite him back to my place. i love being a faggot.

#did some writing #if you were ever curious about how my creative writing is #this is just an account of me going to the store the other day #rat thots #rat writes #havent edited it yet

[unhinged-summer-fun]

mesh network

Chapter 2 - local environment Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fennec Shand x F!Reader (22+)

series masterlist

Chapter warnings: HAHA here we go. Discussions of parental death/orphaning/tragic backstory, degradation kink (consensual), fingering, choking, degradation kink!! (i mean it ok), blowjob, one (1) slap but it's horny af

Word Count: 5526

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Metasploit sat ready and uncalibrated in a window that reflected your fear-stricken face. It waited for your command but nothing came to mind. What had once been muscle memory was now frozen, muscle and joint fused to bone. When your lungs finally screamed for air, your shuddering gasp felt too loud; it made Din look up from his book in the corner.

It was day three of your captivity in the Palace. You were given a tray of food in your room, marched out to the library, sat in front of a computer, and given the silent instruction to reverse engineer like your life depended on it. You’d made yourself seem busy, downloading exploit kits and setting up manual tunnels through the networks. It seemed a bit too ham-handed for the kind of work they wanted you to do, but in all honesty you were buying as much time as you could until your brain caught up with the rest of you.

You’d run out of things to pretend to do. It was time to fulfill your end of the bargain Boba had made with your life.

And your hands couldn’t move.

What if you made a mistake? Would someone come comb through your code and security policy, looking for deficiencies that would cost you your life? Doing nothing (including breathing) felt like a better bet than possibly making the wrong keystroke.

Your eyes pulled over to Din, where he was ignoring his book in favor of watching you with a curiously shuttered expression. His eyes held so many emotions behind them, it was like he had to make a conscious effort not to emote. To see him so expressionless only drove your anxiety higher, and your hands started to move, if only just to tremble.

The facade cracked; he stood. You nearly covered your face in defense. He made no move to walk closer, but you were certain that if he wanted to, he—

His phone rang in his pocket, a distinct waltzing tempo he answered swiftly. He didn’t greet whoever it was on the other end, but his eyes did flick up to the other corner of the room for a moment before he frowned. He didn’t say anything, strangely, but he nodded. You’d never seen someone take a phone call like that before.

“Very well.”

His phone went away. “We’re going on a trip for a bit, you’ve been in those clothes too long.”

##

Boba put down the receiver and turned to Fennec, though his gaze remained plastered to the surveillance screen.

“I’ve already paged Vanth.”

“Good girl,” Boba said, his voice a bit rough after a longer evening than he was used to. He broke his gaze to see his Fennec avert her eyes, a quiet act he cherished. He ran a large hand over her braid, tugging a little on the tail of it just to see her scowl. “There’s something else on your mind. Tell me.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing. If the girl does her job, it’ll be nothing.”

“That’s not what I asked, Fennec.”

His voice had taken on a hint of ice, a tone that she and Din usually responded to by going to their knees. She spoke quickly, too well-behaved to even apologize.

“His feelings are showing. You’ve seen how he looks at her. Talks to her. I offered to bring her food today and he almost rolled his eyes. He’s taken responsibility for her, yes, but there’s already a thread of sympathy. Can we afford to let this happen again?”

Boba hummed, considering her points. He hadn’t been so busy as to be blind to his Din’s sentimentality, but after the ordeal with the kid, he must have been able to recognize that brand of dangerous empathy that wasn’t always kept on a leash inside him. “I’m not particularly worried about him. I took this into account the first day. It’s her I'm worried about.”

“She’s not strong enough to fight her way out, and she can’t even type her way out.”

“I don’t think she’ll try to bolt, either. We have yet to understand her. There’s no documentation about her past, nothing I can find besides a botched Seppie raid that left her an orphan. We can fill in several blanks from there, but not everything.”

Fennec looked between from where Din was escorting the little hacker to the elevators, then back up to Boba.

“You think she’ll—?”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Strangeness rules in matters of the heart, I think that’s what you told me.”

“Indeed I did, darling.”

##

Din drove while Cobb talked. This was often the case whenever their paths crossed. Cobb was Boba’s personal secretary, personable and more friendly-faced than Din or Fennec could ever hope to be. Din, on the other hand, had always played the part of a protector, and when circumstances called for it, the muscle.

Some jobs called it ‘a man who wears many hats’. Din preferred to call them helmets, for all the protection they offered him.

He glanced behind in the rear-view to see you unmoved from the moment you’d gotten in the car. Your eyes flicked left and right so rapidly it worried him, though your head didn’t so much as flinch. It pulled on something in his chest that already had a name, though he’d vowed to never speak it.

It was safer that way for the both of them.

“…and that’s how we ended up buying six tires instead of four. I can change just about anything on a rear axle blind, drunk, and in the rain.” Cobb had told this story many times, but Din was sure every word he’d spoken had bounced off your head without sticking. Cobb could tell it to you again and you’d never remember the first time.

But you weren’t paying attention. You were staring straight ahead with some kind of melancholic expression Din thought was resignation. He spoke up, when Cobb eventually needed to breathe between sentences. “You grew up in the system. Was that in the City?”

“Vet—Northpark didn’t have enough funding for an orphanage, so I had to shift districts.”

Your answer didn’t chill him with dread, but it froze him all the same. Cobb caught his reaction, watching curiously, missing nothing. It had taken Din a long time to get used to Cobb’s perceptiveness and attention, but sometimes he wished he could wear a mask to hide his face. This was one of those times.

“They probably moved you to Old Town, then,” Din said.

This shook your catatonia off like dust. “You’re familiar with City orphanages?”

“One would say yes.”

Din didn’t offer up his own unique path through the system, seemingly in reverse of your own story. After the raid on his family home in Northpark, he was taken away by a group of cultists who fooled everyone else into thinking they were a legitimate child services bureau. He lived underground, in the fucking sewers, for years until Boba caught him stealing red-handed from his pocket. A bold hand, he’d said with amusement, grinding the bones together in Din’s wrist. He’d been so malnourished by the covert that it wasn’t too difficult. No wonder Fennec suggested Boba offer you a job; the boss always had a soft spot for pretty-faced larcenists.

“They homed me pretty fast,” you mumbled, hiding your gaze. “I never fit anywhere, so I dipped at 15.”

“You’ve been on your own since you were 15?” Cobb asked, none of his storytelling bravado to be seen.

“I’ve been on my own since I was six. I only broke out of foster care nine years later.”

The car held its silence the rest of the way to their destination.

##

Cobb Vanth had found more with less information before. He’d hunted down Luddite-like nomad groups in The City’s outer limits based on a single description from a delivery driver. He’d been able to find lost dogs and cats since he was a child out in Mos-town. But you were a mystery, a puzzle which hinted that the pieces formed a sadder picture than he was anticipating. He took in every hint you gave, but couldn’t find a connection he could leverage.

Watching Din, on the other hand, gave him more information about you than your short dialogues could.

When you’d mentioned Northpark, your tongue had slipped over a velvety syllable that had made Din almost shudder. That was familiarity. And Cobb knew Din.

If Northpark was The City’s poorest district, Vetina was Northpark’s Northpark. Because of its wide geographic (and economic) berth from the Fab and the government agencies, it received less and less funding every year. Its residents had to fend for itself for the majority of the last thirty years, through the gang wars and the Seppie raids. The masquerading of evil in the sheepskin of authority had cost many lives, and irreparable damage in Vetina. Din had been a casualty of that violence. Cobb knew about the cult, and the abuse that happened there. He knew that Boba could see that desperation clear as day when they met. Boba had been the one to teach Cobb all his analytical tricks, after all.

Din had only ever met one other child who had made it out of the war’s violence. Letting him go had been the hardest thing he’d ever done.

To find another orphan from the same violence which forged him? Din must have felt like a hurricane of emotions, waves and wind splashing against the memories he’d shored up just enough to function. You’d said Vet and Din was a little boy in red all over again.

It was a lot to think about.

##

The shopping center they preferred was one of the rare places in the City that was purely made up of legitimate businesses. The pizza shop wasn’t a front for drug running. The laundromat wasn’t a front for money laundering (as hilarious and ironic as that could have been). The clothing store they took you to was as clean as they came.

You walked in front of Din as if a sword would descend on your neck at any minute. It saddened him to see you despair. “Get whatever you want,” he instructed you, handing you a little cart and encouraging you to go.

Cobb sidled up the moment you were out of earshot, but never out of sight. “This is a test, isn’t it?”

“She’s done nothing the last three days out of abject fear. This is to see if she’s actually capable of wanting to do the job. If she runs, she runs.” The words felt hollow in his mouth, and tasted bitter.

“And the boss is okay with that?”

He’ll have to be. Captivity isn’t a good look for us. “Sure.”

You wandered the aisles with as much efficiency as the last few days. Din was sure your internal monologue was look busy, look busy. But he could see your eyes flickering to certain styles, your hands lingered over certain fabrics and designs. It took another five minutes for you to stuff a cart with bland and scratchy sweats and return. “Done.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Cobb asked. “We don’t want you leaving before you’ve gotten what you’d like.”

You looked conflicted. You could obviously hear the deeper meaning Cobb was implying, and Din saw the cogs turning in your head. Some unquieted part of him was rooting for you loudly. He didn’t want to keep you here any longer than you felt comfortable.

But then your jaw set, some stubbornness in you finally present. Din had to hide his smile.

“I think there’s a few other things I could get.”

Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but Din could hear Boba’s voice saying good girl in his head.

##

You hadn’t run. There was a door propped open in the back of the changing rooms and you hadn’t run. There was something about the idea of leaving before your job was done that made you uneasy, even though the threat of retribution was the real villain here. The woman - Fennec - existed in the back of your mind as a constant reminder that shiny could mean sharp, dangerous beauty incarnate. Boba held power in his stillness, and could hold your gaze in his fucking palm if he so chose. And Din…

There was something wrong about leaving those brown eyes for one second too long.

So you didn’t run.

You walked out with more clothes than you’d ever owned, nicer than anything you’d ever been allowed to touch. Your hair hadn’t felt this soft in your whole life, your body had never felt so clean or relaxed (from the bed, specifically; the threat on your life was still an issue), and you hadn’t had this kind of normalcy pretty much ever. You were being fed, you were being housed in a place where you were allowed to touch the thermostat, you were surrounded by beauty and excitement and…

Oh fuck, you were the worst kidnap victim.

You were quiet, among your bags and bags of clothes. The drive back was underlined with soft Canto music from the radio, the soundtrack to your thoughts. You weighed your options.

On one hand, you couldn’t go back to your shitty apartment. You had nothing there, no remnants of sentimentality, no keepsakes. Even the clothes you had were stolen and worn out. You’d lived in poverty a long time, turning to hacking and skimming when you had no other option for help.

On the other hand, you would be in a high-stakes, high-reward kind of job, in an environment full of food you don’t have to steal, clothes you actually like wearing, beautiful people who thrill your every gasped breath, and a bed you don’t have to beat into submission to sleep upon.

Desperate times, and all.

The trek up to the Palace revealed the rest of the hotel in stark relief. Like most of the more expensive buildings in The City, it was covered in glass, in little hexagonal and triangular shapes that fit together seamlessly with black steel. It bore no name across the marquis, giving an element of elite privilege, no-named waitstaff dressed in black and white and shrouded in discretion. This place didn’t need advertisement for business.

At the very top, you couldn’t see through the glass, but you imagined Boba was watching the three of you arrive at the front. Sure enough, Cobb received a phone call as you were walking through the lobby. Like Din, he didn’t greet the caller, nor did he ask any questions of them. When he pocketed the phone a few seconds later, he looked to you with a smile.

“Boss wants to talk to you.”

##

Boba’s office was just as grand as it was the first time you stepped foot in it, but as you were a bit more familiar with your situation (and your resolve strengthened) you could take the time to appreciate it.

It didn’t have floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, they were as tall as necessary to hold the myriad books on their shelves, visibly loved and leafed through, though you had no real experience of what that looked like. This place wasn’t for show. It was a legitimate office, meant for business and productivity and powerful men, like the one leaning on the edge of his desk, sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, tattooed and scarred forearms.

Boba was dressed in a light green today, emphasizing the olive tone in his skin and making his eyes seem brighter than the cold shadows they were in previous days. Cobb and Din stood behind you again, the latter fidgeting more than the former. What could Din be nervous about?

“Good,” Boba said, lacing his fingers together. “You two may leave. Kitten, come sit down here.” He gestured at his desk chair.

Why is that hot?

Your feet carried you forward, drifting as if in a dream. Hypnotized by the command, you barely registered the closing of the door behind you. As you approached, Boba looked you up and down, appraising as you walked by. “Are these new, then?” he asked.

You gave a nod, before quickly taking your seat. “I really appreciate it. Thank you.” It seemed right to thank him, as he was Din and Cobb’s employer, and was ultimately to thank for your new clothes.

“Perhaps when you’re further along in your job, we can get you a card.”

The reminder of the ever-softening axe above your neck made you swallow roughly. Boba caught your unease, and rested a hand flat on the desk.

“You needn’t worry. I trust that you’ll follow through, just as you fear I may as well. I may not be a good man, but I am a fair one.”

His conviction made your breath catch, and you nodded once, facing the monitor before you. He had a mirror of your virtual machine set up, just observing it. “Explain what you’ve done to me.”

Loaded question of the year.

You took the easy way out.

“Metasploit is a suite of vulnerability testing tools. In anyone’s hands it can be—”

“That’s not what I was asking.”

His voice dropped about thirty degrees, making the marble beneath your shoes seep its chill into your bones. You looked up at him again, to find one eyebrow quirked expectantly. There was a glimmer of curiosity, but for what you couldn’t decipher.

“I downloaded the structure I needed to—”

“Wrong. Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

Heat bloomed in your face and your heart began to pound. The procrastination of the last three days had finally caught up to you. “I—” The truth sat on your tongue, sinking in claws so deep you were worried your mouth would start to bleed if you spoke it. “I was wasting time.”

“There’s the truth,” he purred, oozing condescension and… approval? Your already dizzy head spun with emotional vertigo at his tone. “What are we going to do about that, hm?” Slowly, giving you enough time to move away, he reached out a hand to trace a thumb over your lower lip. His hands were so large that he could fit your entire jaw in the grip of just one. You fought the urge to lean into his touch. Aside from the night you were brought in, no one had touched you. Was this out of respect to you, or out of deference to Boba?

“I don’t know, sir,” you whispered, feeling your hands beginning to shake.

“Normally I don’t reward brats with pleasure, but I get the feeling your edge will take quite a bit of it to wear off. Have you ever sucked a cock, smart girl?” he nearly spat the epithet down at you. You were stunned, your mouth falling open in surprise.

You’d fooled around here and there, where friends allowed, but everything had been rushed. You had the feeling this man had stamina in spades and would outlast you despite the compliments said about your mouth and cunt. You nodded in his grip, swallowing as your mouth started to water. Your eyes flicked down to the growing bulge in his pants.

He flicked your forehead. “Eyes up,” he ordered. You sucked in a breath and chewed nervously at your lip before it was freed by his thumb. “You want this?” he asked, voice dropping to something soft and velvety. You knew at that moment you could say no and he would deny himself in an instant. This exchange would not put a tally in the negative of your job here.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked, leaving you somewhat unsure once more.

“What do you want to be called?”

That curious glimmer flared in his eyes. “Let’s start with something easy. You can call me sir. If you’re good, you can call me Daddy. You think you can be good?”

Were you standing, your knees would have buckled. You nodded stupidly and felt your breath quicken. “Stand,” he ordered, pulling you up by your jaw. He could feel you swallow with his hand wrapped around your neck. Time moved like molasses after that. He turned your face this way and that, before leading you over to the huge window behind the desk. His thumb pushed its way between your lips to hook on your lower jaw and forced your mouth open. He tasted like skin and salt and from here you could smell his cologne, too, something earthy and too expensive for you to have a clue about. “How far will you let me go, I wonder?” he asked himself, before bringing his other hand up and pushing his fingers in deep.

With your mouth so far open, you had no way of restraining the wanton moan that tore from your chest. His eyes blackened with desire, but he didn’t break the position you were holding. You almost let your eyes flutter closed, but you snapped them open when you remembered he seemed to like your eyes on him. “Good,” he hissed. “Poor thing, hands can’t work for me for shit, but this mouth can prove at least a little useful.”

Your shocked gasp wasn’t just for the insult he dealt you, but your physical reaction to it as well. You’d never let anyone speak to you like that in your life. You’d thrown hands and insults right back in previous altercations, but here, you felt more content to just simply take it. His attention was addictive in all forms, including this one.

“That’s right. I know, I know, you just needed a firm hand to make you great, I’ll take care of you, you pathetic thing. Don’t you fall over, or I’ll show you what it’s like being on your knees for me.” You realized you were teetering, losing your balance as he berated you. You almost reached up to grab at his arms for support, but all at once the hand holding your jaw open snapped over to catch and throw your arm away, then back up to slap you on the cheek. Not enough to throw your passion to the wayside, but instead just enough to enhance it.

Slapped and drooling all over your nice new clothes, you shook, unable to form sounds that sounded like apologies. Instead, you whined, shuddering and desperate all at once. “I know, shh, shh, be a good girl. Go ahead and lean back. Let me see what my smart girl got herself.”

The clothes you wore were nowhere near the caliber of fashion Boba wore; they were simple jeans and a baggy sweatshirt that kept you warm in the chill of the Palace. But he didn’t care about the cut of the fabric or its price; he simply cared about the obstacle in his way.

The hand on your neck slipped down your breastbone, curved over your ribcage, and squeezed like he was testing for tenderness. You only shivered, held in place against the cool glass by an unseen force. “That’s it, just give in. You don’t need to use that brilliant mind anymore, just be the stupid slut you want to be, kitten.”

Your whole body arched into his touch, desire made flesh. You almost writhed away, the sudden heat in your body leaving you weak.

“Tell me what you want to be,” he whispered in your ear, his hands pinning your hips, thumbs dipping into the waistband.

“I want to be your stupid slut, sir,” you begged, sobbed. Tears pricked at your eyes, just as hot as your cheeks as they fell across them. Your emotions ran rampant through your body, a spanner in the works. “I—I want to suck your cock. Sir.”

He gave a soft groan right against the shell of your ear. “You will. Quiet now. No more words.”

Deft fingers undid your button and fly, pushing into your panties with ease and finding you dripping wet and waiting just for him. “Fuck, kitten,” he moaned. “All this for me? Or did Din have some fun on the way back that I don’t know about?”

The mention of Din made his dark eyes flash into your mind. What would he look like, how would it feel to know his undivided attention, his desire, was painted across your features how Boba was doing now? Your breath hitched once more, and you gave a roll of your hips against his already-slick fingers. The other hand went up to your throat, pressing until your head hit the cool glass with a thunk. “Ahh, that’s it, that’s the glassy stare I want. Cock dumb and you haven’t even been properly fucked yet, have you?” he curled one finger up into your cunt, pressing thick and deep inside.

“I—!” you gasped, shuddering as the hand around your throat squeezed.

“What did I say about words, kitten?”

“No more words, sir.”

“You obviously know the rule, why don’t you show me how well? I’m going to finger you right here, and if you can be quiet, I’ll let you cum. After that, I’ll fuck your throat and let you get back to being useless. How’s that sound, princess?”

You whined, more tears falling as you fought the urge to scream. “Yes, sir,” you rasped, before closing your mouth and meeting his eyes, pouting slightly. You were met with a smirk.

“Good girl.”

You were lost in his eyes as he took pleasure from you, thumbing your clit and occasionally shoving your pants further down your legs. Your eyebrows drew together, soon close to cumming at a rapid pace you had never experienced. You’d worried about his stamina; you should have worried about your own.

When your orgasm began to crest, the hand around your neck tightened even more, choking you of air right as it hit. It did the job, you couldn’t make a peep as the waves of pleasure crashed over your entire body. Without his hands and his body keeping you pressed against the glass, you would have fallen in a heap. He was gently mouthing at your neck when you came back down to earth, sucking in a breath and relaxing against him.

“There you are. You cum so beautifully for me.” The sharp turn from cold degradation to warm praise gave you whiplash. You could still feel the tears on your face, mingling with the new ones which had been shed without your knowing.

“Was I good, sir?” you croaked, eyes going a little cross as he pulled back to look at you, but still close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

“Yes, kitten. Get on your knees. Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

The reminder of his preferred title made your brain scream for a short moment before you caught up, slowly going to your knees in place against the back wall. It put your face level with his crotch, the bulge now almost obscene against the front of his pants. You looked up, biting into your lower lip as you tried to think of how to ask for permission.

A warm hand cupped your face, and another fisted into your hair to bring you closer so he could grind against you how he wished. The depravity, the unapologetic nature of his pleasure-taking, made your face heat more than the fingering did. When he’d satisfied himself with that enough, he pulled back only to unzip the front, pulling out his cock and letting the precum on the tip drool against your lips, glossing them easily. You were more exposed than him by far, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t as affected as you were.

“There you go, open up, that’s it.” You had barely a second to process anything about him other than big before he was pushing into your mouth, filling you and making your jaw throb. He filled you so perfectly, the gathered drool behind your teeth pushed out around him, dripping onto the floor in a near-steady stream. Your pants were still down.

It was a struggle to keep your head in place and also look up at him, but it was worth it. Boba didn’t close his eyes in ecstasy as your other partners had before, but he watched you like the vision of you was equal to the carnal pleasure itself. You whimpered around him, and he started to move. He fucked your mouth in slow, deep thrusts that pulled all the way back and pushed all the way in. Each time he hit the back of your throat, the muscles spasmed and you gagged, bringing more tears to your eyes. Boba was a stronger man than that; he didn’t stop for something so simple as a brat’s tears.

When your throat finally relaxed and opened up for him, your eyes went wide. You’d never been able to do this before. You scrambled a little, your hand coming up to rest on his thigh in a desperate grip as you whined. “That’s it, there you go little girl. Just take it. Let me use you.”

You could have wept from how fucking hot that made you. He didn’t remove his hands from your head or your neck, but he let you hold onto him just the same, grounding yourself in the feeling of his warm, taut thigh beneath your hand. More tears spilled down your face, leaving you a mess for him - but apparently, not a mess enough.

“We’ll get you some pretty makeup for me to ruin and fuck off of your face later. You want to be a little mess, making little problems in my world? I’ll show you what a mess looks like.”

The rest was a little fuzzy, the world constricting and going white-gold all of a sudden. Were you alive? Were you cumming? Were you even breathing? You tasted cum on your tongue, felt a gentle hand smoothing down your hair, you were… warm, you were held.

“There you are, princess.”

Boba was holding you in his lap, his arms curled around you and keeping you safe, crushed against his chest. He’d removed your pants, but you didn’t feel cold at all. You were certain, in that hazy moment, that you were unable to be anything but warm in his arms.

He kissed you firmly, swiftly. “I have some water for you. I want you to drink it.”

Boba Fett was a man who saw things through to the end, and even beyond. When was the last time someone had treated you nicely even beyond the boundary of an orgasm? When was the last time someone just held you like this?

Tears came to your eyes again, and you blinked up at him. You tried to speak, say anything, but all that came out was a soft cry, followed by quiet sobs as the emotions you were holding in all flooded out. Boba didn’t worry about your tears back when he was fucking you, degrading you, but now, his concern came out. He pressed you further into his chest, somehow, stroking down your sides and kissing you wherever he could. He cooed something to you in a language you didn’t know. Like him, it seemed like something from far beyond the atrocities of The City.

His gentle words turned to humming, some song under his breath that brought you out of your emotional outburst. A cool, clean glass pressed to your lips, and you had no choice but to drink. It felt like some fucked-up kind of baptism, in a way, a rebirth from the death of the person you were once cursed to be. The water washed away the last of your anxious tears, and cleared your mind.

“You were very good for me today, kitten,” he said, kissing your forehead once more. “I want you to think on what we’ve done. If this is something you could want from me, there are some stipulations to that decision. But we needn’t talk about that right this moment. Let’s get you into bed.”

He stood abruptly from the chair, lifting you without so much as a grunt. It still astounded you, to be reminded of his strength despite his age and weathered appearance. You didn’t even need to throw your hands around his shoulders, he held you so securely. As he walked, you encountered nobody in the halls. You drifted and dozed, not paying any attention to the path he took.

When he set you down, it wasn’t in your windowless room, but instead in one cast in warm evening light, gauzy cream-colored curtains pulled shut and diffusing the setting sun’s glare. It made the dark wood look almost black, and caught the silk embroidery on the robe hanging by another door. You were set on dark green sheets, softer than anything you’d ever felt before. You weren’t entirely present for it, but you could feel Boba cleaning you up with a warm washcloth and pulling the covers over the top of you, before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.

You could smell earth and luxury on the pillows.

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[joshslater]

Quarantine & VR

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“Are you sure you’re OK with this?”

We were slowly driving through an eerily empty city center from my student flat next to campus on one side of town to Ethan’s flat on the other, with all my belongings stuffed in the back of the U-Haul. Not that I had so much stuff we needed one. I just moved into the state right before the semester started, but it was the cheapest rental we could get. No one is going anywhere with this lockdown in effect. We barely had time to read the syllabus before everything screeched to a halt. You thought we’d know by now how to handle pandemics, but nooo.

“I wouldn’t have helped you clear out your shit if I wasn’t. Bit late to ask now.” “Yeah, but it seemed like the polite thing to do.”

Ethan turned towards me and spoke with a more serious tone. “I’m really happy to have you stay at my place. I think I would go mad staying alone. Go mad or go home, and I don’t think being locked up with the parents would be better.”

He was about as new in the city as I was, but his aunt had moved out of an old apartment last year and his parents had decided to take over the lease. Apparently it was even cheaper than the student apartments and much larger, but further away from campus. Though where it was in the city didn’t really matter as long as this lockdown was going on.

“Someone else is out at least”, I said indicating out the window. Across the street, a police officer with a navy blue face mask followed our truck with his eyes. Or her eyes I guess. Hard to tell in uniform and mask. I don’t know why, but I found it a rather good look. I hate the flimsy paper masks, but these form-fitted ones kind of make you look more badass.

“Do you think he looks sexy like that?” he asked, as if he had the same thought. “It’s a bit dystopian sci-fi, but that’s not to say it doesn’t look good.” “Take next right. The one after is one way.”

The apartment had two bedrooms, a large living room, decent bathroom and kitchen. Ethan’s aunt had left some furniture, but overall there wasn’t that much stuff. Makes sense as he had barely been here a month. That’s how he had a sparsely furnished extra bedroom for me to use. This was only the second time I had been in the apartment. Ethan forced me to have a look in person before he allowed me to agree to stay with him. Now standing there with all my belongings in the truck outside and my student flat lease canceled, I realized we really didn’t know each other. I studied corporate finance and he medical computer science, whatever that meant. When I asked he tried to explain that almost everything in a hospital now has a computer in it, and a ton of work went into things like volumetric renderings of MRI scans and somewhere there I started to tune him out.

There really weren’t any overlapping circles between us, we studied completely different subjects, he was active in computer games and health, I was trying to get into the writing room of the student theatre company and looking to sign up in the cinema club. But both of us had the bright idea to start working in the student pub, and really hit it off during the start of school year party they threw for their workers. We decided to pick the same work schedule and found out we have the same taste in pop culture, music, books, movies.

And now I’m moving in with him.

He had the larger of the bedrooms with a queen-size bed in the middle, a desk with a few computers and screens set up, gaming computer chair, a reading chair. Basically his room was set up so he could live there except for visits to the kitchen and bathroom. My room didn’t have a desk, but a normal bed, an armchair that looked comfortable, and more wardrobe space than I would ever need. He told me that I could basically consider the living room as mine as well. It had two couches in front of a big flat screen. By the balcony door stood a workout bench and weights. Barbell, plates, dumbbells, and that kind of stuff. Apparently it wasn’t Ethan’s but his uncle’s, but that didn’t really make a difference here and now.

Moving my stuff only took a few runs up the stairs, so we were soon back in the truck, returning it to the rental place. Ethan really didn’t have to come with me, but he said that this would probably be the last adventure for a while, and decided to come along.

“You’re supposed to buy pizza and beer for everyone who helps you move, right? What do you fancy?” “I’d like… You know what? We’re not going to get out much, and you don’t look like someone on a strict diet. Oh, no offense!” “None taken.” “How about we both keep healthy macros and workout regimen while locked up. Instead of paying rent you can help me make sure I at least isn’t in worse shape when all this shit ends.” “Macros?” “Diet.” “Sure I can do that, if you show me what to do.” “It’s a deal then. I’d like one with Gorgonzola and ham.” “Come again?” “The pizza topping. I’m allowed one cheat day per pandemic.”

The pizza place was only a block away from the apartment. Just this one time it was great, as we walked back with one quattro formaggi and one bresaola. But it would be so much harder to eat whatever Ethan had in his plans knowing a real wood fire oven pizza was just four minutes walk away.

Unprompted Ethan started to tell his story over pizza. How his father was a successful businessman in Arkansas, but his hometown always felt too small for him. He talked about how he was making synth music in school. How that made him interested in computers. How, since it was such a small town, he had ended up on the football team without any desire or skill to actually play the game. How he had almost by accident found this education program and had looked forward to both leave Arkansas and to study. I too did a year be year recap of my life so far, up to how my girlfriend dumped me just before the summer. In a way that was lucky, because it made me feel free from obligations and actually do what I wanted.

It was 9:21 when I woke up from a knock on the door. I was a bit disoriented for a second until I remembered where I was. I was sleeping in the guest bed left by Ethan’s aunt. After the pizza we did continue to talk over beer all evening, but I didn’t feel any hangover. Just thirsty. It wasn’t that early in the morning anymore on the other hand. “Yep” I called out. “I’m making breakfast,” Ethan called out from the other side of the door. “Coming”.

It literally only took me seconds to get ready. Stand up. Sweatpants. T-shirt. Done. In the kitchen I saw Ethan had a similar fashion sense, but had gone for shorts instead. “Porridge is fine with you? It would be good if it is. Lots of fibers.” I couldn’t really recall if I liked porridge and told him as much. The porridge itself didn’t taste much, but with toppings I could get used to it. “With our schedule in our own hands I think it would be a good idea to start out with breakfast and work out. That way we can get it out of the way.” Sounded sensible enough.

I changed into shorts as well and made myself ready to do my part of becoming Ethan’s gym buddy. At a quick glance we didn’t look that different, Ethan and I. On one hand I never had that big of an appetite, but on the other I had never really done any sports, and had no gym experience, so I let Ethan guide me. He tested different motions and how many times I could do them with weights he selected and noted down the results in a notebook that would log my progress. It wasn’t at all as tiring as I thought it would be. “Oh, you’ll feel it tomorrow for sure.” We each took a shower, and I went back to my room to catch up on my reading.

A few hours later I was starting to think about lunch. More because I was getting tired of reading than actually being hungry, but I thought I should ask Ethan if he had a plan. The door to his room was open, but as I got closer it became apparent it was an oversight on his part. Splayed on the bed was Ethan, naked save for a pair of boxer shorts and a big VR goggles. His right hand was massaging his obviously erect dick through the fabric of his underwear. He must have followed his normal routine and forgotten I had moved in. I’m not a prude and do the occasional tug myself, like any student, so I was more embarrassed than shocked. As on autopilot, my mind decided to ignore Ethan and continue walking to the kitchen to assess the lunch situation, but another part of my brain decided to keep him in sight.

Walking without watching in an apartment I’ve been in for all of 18 hours predictably made me jam my toe into the door frame. In the corner of my eye I could see Ethan’s body spasm and ripping off his VR goggles as I yell out in pain and surprise. He stared right at me, eyes wide open and mouth ajar in an expression that was hard to read. Surprise for sure, but also something else in between horror and delight. Perhaps it was like the smiles and laughter after you have completely made a fool of yourself. My eyes were drawn to his, and I could feel my face twisted in pain. It was like time stood still, waiting for either of us to make the next move. Out of sheer momentum my mind continued ahead as if nothing had changed and blurted out “What’s your plan for lunch?” over whatever Ethan said at the same time.

“What?” and an awkward pause again. “I said would you like to try?” “I… What is it?”

Ethan put down the VR kit on the bed, quickly got up and stepped into his pair of shorts. His erection was still very much apparent. He pressed escape on one of the keyboards and the screen switched from one incomprehensible menu to another.

“It’s a virtual reality system. I’m using an open source environment system to render inputs from an interactive story engine controlled by a GAN AI system. I’ve been experimenting with regenerative NLP feedback loop plugins for it.” “I followed you all the way up to and including virtual reality system.” “It’s like a VR movie that is generated specifically for you. Here.”

He picked up the bulky goggles and held it out to me. It wasn’t just goggles, but a pair of headphones were built in, and there were a few additional sensors glued on. Hesitantly, and with a throbbing toe, I stepped forward and took the headset. It wasn’t as heavy as it looked. I put it on my head and as it settled into place a digital version of Ethan’s room wobbled into place as well. It was remarkably similar. The colors and patterns were all slightly wrong, but the layout of the room and placement of furniture was almost spot on. I assume he had measured everything at one point and put in the data somehow.

“Go lie on the bed.” Ethan told me. I very tentatively stepped towards the bed, and feeling my way there. It was somehow surprised to find a bed where the digital bed was, and although the visuals of the sheets didn’t quite line up with what I felt, if you just moved quick enough the illusion of actually being in the digital room felt very real.

“This is so weird.” “I’ll start a blank session for you.” “A what?”

Almost immediately a guy entered the room through the door frame. This must be some VR video recording or something because he looked completely real. About the same age as Ethan and I but more fit and, I’ll admit, better looking. He looked flush and sweaty, with his french crop unkempt as if he had just ruffled it. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt and sweatpant shorts. I couldn’t see further down from my position. “Fuck, that was so dope! I love getting pump like that, you know what I’m saying” He was stretching his arms in different ways. Then he zoned in on me, like he was actually looking me over. “Fuck, I love how you look, babe. Mind if I join?” I shake my head slowly. He breaks out in a big smile. I notice he has a bit of a sweatpants boner. Carefully he climbs into bed, next to me. There’s no vibrations of course, or heat or smell, but everything I see looks utterly convincing.

“Hey, are you OK?” “What the…”

I’m looking into Ethan’s face as he stands over me. Bewildered I pat my head.

“I removed it once the program stopped. Didn’t shake you from your sleep one bit. I guess it wasn’t that interesting for you.” “It was very convincing. I fell asleep?” “Perhaps moving stressed you more than you knew? Or it could just be, you know, how shit the world is right now.” “Fuck… I only wanted to ask about lunch.” “A bit late for that. It’s like four and something. Let’s wait an hour or two more and have dinner. Ok with you?” “Sounds dope.”

It was like neither of us wanted to talk about what had happened. I certainly had questions. Had I just fallen asleep like that? Perhaps he was right and I had been anxious about the move and how things would work out. And what was up with that program? It wasn’t gay, exactly, and it didn’t mean Ethan was gay, and if he was there wasn’t anything wrong with that. All of it was just so confusing. Perhaps Ethan was right to just pretend it didn’t happen. Poor guy. I walked in on him watching porn, and then I fell asleep when he tried to show his system. Watching the news on how ever more countries were shutting down was probably time better spent.

He had not joked about being sore in the morning. I woke earlier than in weeks feeling stiff as hell. I didn’t want to wake Ethan, but I couldn’t just lie there in agony, so I got up and did some bodyweight repetitions. Squats, push-ups, dips, and stuff like that just to get some blood flowing. It honestly felt great. Me doing morning gymnastics! Who would have guessed that a week ago? When I left my room I found out Ethan was already up, but didn’t want to wake me up.

“Dude, we need to sort that shit out. I’m ok with you making noise when you’re up. You live here.” “You live here too. What if whoever gets up first makes breakfast and wakes the other up.” “Yeah, dope. I’m down with that.”

We quickly worked out the kinks in our schedule. I would typically wake up first, do a quick workout routine in my room. Then set the breakfast and wake up Ethan. Then we would do workout together. We had different weights and number of reps, but we had very quickly settled on the same exercises, though Ethan was still adjusting my form ever so often. Ethan would then shower first while I did stretches. We then kept to ourselves until lunch. Ethan cooked for both of us. Depending on what we felt like and needed we would either go back to study or do something like shopping or that kind of stuff in the afternoon.

It was hard to keep track of time, but I think it was on a Sunday four weeks later when Ethan said during breakfast that he wanted to show me something he had worked on. He moved the workout bench and the barbell stuff to just outside his room and told me to lie down. The bar had no plates on it, and that’s how I’ve used it until two days ago when I started to add extra weight to it. Ethan emerged out of his room with the VR set in hand, and a trail of cables running in into one of his computers. “Here, give this a go.”

I was a bit surprised, given the last time, but I was also curious what he had to show. Once snugly fitted on my head I was transported into a real gym. It wasn’t a very large one, but a few people did their thing around me. He almost scared me, the guy with the french crop, when he called out “Hey, bro!” just to my left. He had the same navy blue sweatpant shorts as the last time, but his upper body was bare, glistening muscles. He took a step back and his eyes were scanning me up and down. “Dude, you look so fucking good! You’ve really been hitting the weights.” I smiled and immediately realized that I was smiling at an avatar that wasn’t actually there and couldn’t see me, but it’s amazing how good some positive reinforcement feels, even if it is from a program. Perhaps that was the surprise from Ethan.

“Here, show me what you got!”

He walked around me, through the couch I knew was there in the real room, and stood behind me. I leaned back fully on the bench and looked up. He stood over me, just behind my head, so all I saw was a navy blue bulge, some abs and pecs, and his face looking down on me. “Go on, I’ve got you.” I could somehow feel him standing over me. Was Ethan spotting me in the real world? Not that it matters with an empty bar. I grabbed it. It felt heavy. “Good. Give me 15.” He started counting as I lifted. “Slower on the way down. Keep control all the way. Ten more” As I was getting to fifteen he upped it a bit. “Come one! Five more!” As I sat the bar back I felt utterly exhausted. “Fucking awesome, dude!”

“You really went all out.” “What?”

I was lying on the workout bench but I wasn’t wearing any VR shit. I sat up and hit my head in the barbell.

“Fuck! Dude, what the hell!” “The idea was for it to be motivational, but you really took it to heart.” “It was fucking dope, bro. I’m so pumped. Guy was kind of cute too.” “You think?” “Fuck, yeah. I wish I had those pecs.” “You better start some supplements then, if you can’t even last a virtual session.” “What you mean, dude?” “It’s already lunch.” “Fuck dammit!”

I rubbed my head where I had hit it and looked around the room. It looked mostly like before, but the sun had clearly moved ahead. Fuck, I really felt pumped to get some reps in hard and really make a difference. Perhaps lunch, and then do my daily sets.

“You ok with shopping without me after lunch?” “Sure. You need anything?” “I… You said supplements.”

Fortunately for me I have a roommate that studies medicine, kind of. Well, he hasn’t actually gone to any of the classes yet, but he has the books, so he picked out some things for me to boost me. Some of it looked like medicine, in small plastic jars with scientific-sounding names that could just as well have been a frat house. Alpha-omega-manganese-BS-whatever. Some of it decidedly did not look like medicine. Enormous containers with lids that looked too fucking small, with names like amazing-gainz-ultra. He set up a regimen for me to follow, basically some stuff with every meal. I started right away that evening with something like a vanilla and chalk milkshake after dinner. I don’t know why, but something made me feel really good drinking it.

I slept fucking fantastic, and despite having done way more lifting the day before than ever I barely felt any soreness or anything. I probably woke up Ethan with my harder than normal pre-breakfast cardio. Lots of burpees and jumping jacks, so I almost felt guilty making breakfast while steaming sweaty, but whatever. Ethan had to remind me what supplements to take. I really should have written that shit down.

I had a strong deja vu while doing weights. It wasn’t until Ethan spotted barbell for me I realized that this was almost exactly what I had seen doing the VR shit. I looked up and saw Ethan standing over me similar to the guy, but Ethan was wearing grey sweatpant shorts and a red tank. I kind of wished he was topless as well, like the other guy.

“You ok down there?” “Fucking dope, bro”

I realized I must have zoned out a bit. What’s worse I could feel I rocked a hard erection out of nowhere. Rather than making a deal out of it, and run to the shower, I decided to pretend like everything is normal. Guys get boners all the times. He’s a guy, so he knows that. I even did a few extra exercises to really drive home that point. While Ethan took his shower I dared to lower my shorts and slowly stroke my dick. I haven’t cummed once since moving in with Ethan, which I realized was longer than I’ve gone in years. The days were blurring together. I hadn’t watched porn either since moving in. I’ve been too preoccupied with the move and everything else going on.

“All yours” Ethan said and closed the door to his room. I just froze. I was sitting on the workout bench, shorts by my ankles and dick in hand. He saw that. There is no way he didn’t see that. I could feel my face getting hot by embarrassment, yet I continued to sit there and stroke my dick. What the fuck is wrong with me. My mind flashed to Ethan, to the guy in the VR, to his bulge just above my eyes, to his abs to the barbell, to the free weights.

No. I got up and took a long shower, trying really hard to not think about anything. Just observing the tiles, the shampoo bottles, the soap. But there were the creeping thoughts that perhaps Ethan will find me a weird creep and kick me out. How would he do it? He’s been far too nice to be direct. Would he bring up this incident or would he just wait a week or something and over one lunch say something vague like we are not as good of a match as he hoped? Fuck. I needed to do something.

I couldn’t concentrate at all on the block on taxation I was supposed to read. Apart from the residual thoughts of unease I was beginning to see what a mistake it was to not cum in the shower. I was very close to surfing porn sites, but decided against it and ended up aimlessly browsing social media. I can’t really explain how, a hundred clicks that trended in that direction perhaps, but I got into the circles of fitness instagram people. Big arms, broad chests, and slinky stringers. Somehow I was hard again. Stealthily I walked back to the bathroom, locked the door, and started to jerk off in the shower. I’d been saving for a week and been hot all day, but somehow it took quite a while to shoot the load. My mind was a soup of barbells, Ethan, sweatpant shorts, vague old porn clips, and more recent instagram models. When I finally came it was like I’ve never orgasmed before in my life. Rope after rope shot out of me, the first few even hit the wall, and my hips involuntary thrust forward for each of them. I felt cleansed in a way, like a weight had been lifted from me. I couldn’t really understand why, though. Nothing had really changed.

I didn’t want to go back to my room and study. I rinsed the shower, got a pad and a pen, and went to the kitchen to get on top of the supplements. I decided to write down all the ingredients from the labels. I had just accepted Ethan’s plan uncritically. It’s probably fine, but I wanted to understand it. That’s where Ethan found me.

“Hey, dude. Already hungry?” “Yeah… No… I don’t know, bro.” “You don’t know?” “It’s like… Fuck. You saw, bro.” “Saw what? You jerking off?” He laughed and sat down. “You saw me doing it first.”

He was right, of course. I didn’t know how that could have slipped my mind.

“Was it porn?” I didn’t know why I asked that. I was curious, but it also felt a bit too personal of a question. “Yeah. Wanna see?”

Before I even had time to respond he continued “Let’s fill up your macros first and then I can show you. If past experiences are any indications you’ll take your time.” “Already jacked off today.” Why did I tell him that? “Even better”

Ethan had this ever changing dish where he would chop and fry vegetables like bell pepper, chili, garlic, ginger, onion, peas, and whatever else was around, pour in coconut milk and whatever spices you craved that day green curry or red curry for Thai, madras curry for Indian, Soy and miso for Japanese, anise and szechuan for Chinese, saffron and parmesan for Italian, and so on. Then serve it with pasta or grains or rice. I helped him prepare it, as I always do unless he started making it without telling me. This time however the air was different, filled with tension and awkward anticipation. He made it with chicken, lemon grass, and brown rice this time. We hardly spoke a word while cooking, and then continued to eat in silence. We both knew what was on my mind, and there wasn’t any question on the subject that wouldn’t be awkward. I was weirdly looking forward to trying out whatever it was he wanted me to try. I couldn’t explain why it felt so compelling to me. Just thinking about it made me hard. “You clean up here and I’ll go and set it up for you,” he said as soon as his plate was empty. “Yeah,” was all I could manage, and he left. I finished my plate as well, put the few things we’ve used in the dishwasher and went to his room.

His bed was made and on it was the VR headset and what I first though was a protein drink shaker. “Dude, is that a… fleshlight?” I asked him both with incredulity and genuine curiosity. Curiosity because a cable ran from it to one of the boxes on the floor that connected to his computers, and incredulity because I couldn’t believe he thought I would use one of his sex toys.

“Yes. No. Not exactly. It’s modified to connect into the haptic subsystem.” “Haptic?” “Force feedback” “It’s a vibrator, bro.” “Eh.. No. Well, not only. You’ll see.” “Why do you think I’d touch that, bro?” Though somewhere inside I knew I would. “It’s a brand new inset. You’ll be fine.”

I walked up to the bed and suddenly wasn’t sure what to do. I would need to at least lower my shorts and boxers to get the until-recently-fleshlight on my dick, but Ethan was still in the room. Not only in the room but almost studying me like a lab project.

“I’ll lie down?” “Got to strip first,” he said motioning towards my tenting shorts. He saw me hesitated and continued “Dude, I just saw you jerk off in the living room this morning”. I blushed and pulled down my shorts and boxers, and stepped out of them. “Shirt too,” he said. I removed that as well and stood naked in front of him. “Wow, you are making progress. Ok, on the bed and hook yourself up. Red dot up.” I climbed into the bed, as he told me, and grabbed the cyber-fleshlight and pushed it down on my hard dick with the red dot up towards my head. There was some sort of lubrication in it and it slid on with very little effort. It must have been heated as well, because the lubrication didn’t make it feel cold. I was given a nod from Ethan and put on the helmet over my eyes and ears.

The alternative version of Ethan’s bedroom was already there, waiting for me. I looked around and as far as I could tell everything looked like in the real world, except no Ethan of course. After half a minute, perhaps more, I was almost about to ask if he had started it when the French crop guy jumped in through the doorway, as if he was in a hurry. He was naked except for a pair of white, tight speedos that both highlighted his big package and created a reference point for his deep tan and made it look even deeper. There was a sheen over all his body, like he had been working out hard or oiled himself up, and he was breathing heavy. “Sorry, I’m late. I didn’t expect you so soon,” he panted. I didn’t know what to say. “You want me to help you with that?” he asked and nodded towards my dick. I looked down and saw a massive erection, easily twice my real size. “As an apology…” he continued.

“Yeah, sure bro.”

He made the cutest little jump of joy in response, and caught my smile. He composed himself and locked eyes with me. Then he started some sort of dance where all the movement was in his hips and abs. Then he added more of the upper body, still keeping eye contact. I thought I would hose him down with cum from my monster penis right there, so sexy was it. He smirked and moved closer. Still swaying he leaned forward and licked the head of my dick, which shot pleasure up my spine. He then started to circle the head with his tongue, before taking it into his mouth. The first few times were shallow, but then he stopped teasing and begun to really do down deep on the dick. In addition I could feel him alternate between stroking my hips, the insides of my thighs, and tugging my balls. Just as I was about to nut he stopped working on my dick and started to slowly run his tongue up my faint abs, circling my nipple. I was squirming in horny delight.

He was straddling me now, face to face. I couldn’t resist it any longer and reached to pull him towards me and kiss him on the mouth. There was a loud crack of plastic against plastic as our VR helmets collided. “Dude?” I was looking at the French crop guy who was moving his hands in front of his eyes. “Ethan?” I asked, suddenly realizing what was going on. The French crop guy looked bashful, did a little wave, and answered in not-Ethan’s voice “Yeah.”

“Did you just blow me?” “I wasn’t… No, it’s still the device.” I hesitated, considering briefly what this would mean. “Would you like to?”

[eurofox]

Ok, I’ve done enough playthroughs of Detroit become human so my final thoughts on this. Some spoilers for a 3 year old game lmao.

Some things I didn’t like - Markus story moves too fast and him going from carer to Robo MLK was too fast and it made little sense why the older androids just went along with him.

- the whole thing taking in place in like a week is strange

-Everyone moved too slow and stiff, got annoying sometimes. Particularly when Markus needs to find Jericho

-Why wasn’t calling the police an option if Kara truly though Alice was human?

-Why can an unemployed slob living in a shithole afford a family of robots to batter? I get he’s taking out loans but it makes no sense to me.

-Hank goes from Android hater to supporter too fast

-I know it’s to have that ‘imitation krabs’ moment, but hank could have just asked the real connor to convert deviants, instead of asking questions that could be uploaded from memory.

-The Connor was a planned deviant all along story makes no sense. Also didn’t like that his deviant scene could only be brought on by Markus or North instead of Hank. And it’s rushed as all hell.

-why would connor be upset at not being unique? Surely he’d be aware.

-Androids have a few repeated models with the same faces sold by the millions but can disguise themselves to get into Canada? Just have a list of the faces.

-Sumo looks so bad graphics wise, like it’s odd cos everything else looks so good

-The main female character being put into the abusive situations was uncomfortable.

-I felt deviancy wasn’t really explained very well and left too ambiguous. Which as the major plot point really irked me.

-Not really game related but the Gavin/RK900 shipping really baffles me. One get’s barely any screen time and zero dialogue in one end credit scene and the other is a bland shitty person who gets about 2 minutes of conversation. Like where did this come from?

Really dumbass shit

- Alice android reveal ruined Kara’s whole story for me, like so much of what you do is pointless and especially fucking annoying in a game that is to be replayed. Her being in ‘denial’ about it felt weak and luther repeatedly tired to tell her. This kid robot has also sold so well that it’s lowered birth rates and she still never noticed? You could see the twist coming early on as well.

-Humans, aside from Carl and Hank, are just painted as straight bad guys. Yeah they treat their Androids like servants and replace them but they are supposed to be appliances. It’s like that Sid toy story meme how the fuck are they supposed to know those fuckers were alive? They shouldn’t be. Deviants are killing people so it’s not like the fear is totally unwarranted. Could have seen more from the human’s side, like Cyberlife is obviously dodgy, maybe humans wouldn’t so quick to embrace these ‘alive’ machines if they distrusted cyberlife

-The android rights demands were odd too, like owning property, reproduction and compensation for work. Androids will never die and the unemployment rate is at 40%, how’s that meant to even work?

-The fucking robo auschwitz section. It’s so tone deaf it’s actually comical. Someone really sat down and thought this was a good idea.

-The ham fisted revolution in general. Other people have explained this better than me, but again, it’s cringeworthy I found it more funny than anything. Really thought an ‘I have a dream’ option was coming up.

-North and Markus lovestory felt forced as all hell. I pissed her off constantly but it took little to raise her to near lover status. I actually don’t mind her ‘kill all humans’ mindset, she has her reasons, but the lover thing was bleh.

-Same with Josh, he was hostile on one of my playthroughs but nothing happened? He supported me anyway? Wasted character.

-The way most people in Jericho, new and old members, just follow Markus without question made it feel more like a cult at times. Also wtf was with Lucy.

-David cage in general tbh.

-WHY CAN’T WE SKIP SCENES AND REPLAY CHAPTERS FROM CERTAIN POINTS FUCKING HELL. I ended up just killing Kara to speed up replays, she adds nothing to the main plot anyway.

Stuff I enjoyed

-Choices actually mattered, first for me in any game I’ve played. Permadeath is neat. And although it is handled poorly a lot of the time, controlling a whole revolution is kind of cool. Getting to fail by just dicking about.

-Connor and Hanks’ storyline is by far the best, best gameplay with the investigations and they play off each other well. And you can be an absolute savage arsehole if you want. Connor was my favourite, I liked his awkward deviant/cold machine personality and his less linear story. Think the most effort went in his storyline and it’s the only one with humour.

-The actors all did very well, despite the shitty writing at points.

-Cool scene in the dump with markus.

-Some really nice moments, like the carousel scene.

-We finally hear Sailor mouth Mr Krabs, probably my favourite thing about the game.

-Looks amazing, best facial features in any game i’ve played, probably even better than resi2

-I liked the futuristic yet familiar setting. There are autonomous cars and androids but everything  else is mostly like present day. Weird ebooks everywhere is a bit dumb though.

-Some pretty tense scenes, mostly in Kara’s story. That motorway scene was a highlight. Bit less so when you know Alice is an android but whatever.

-Really good soundtrack as well, underrated. I don’t remember much of Markus's tbh,aside from his singing, but Kara and Connor had some great themes that I’ve had on repeat the past week.

-I don’t like American accents usually but connors is very soothing.

-I like these Ai stories in general, so I’ll have a soft spot for it even if it could have been so much better. Basically ‘makes no damn sense, compels me though’.

Overall, it was fun and entertaining, but felt like it could have been so much better. Would have liked some DLC of connor and hank investigating crimes as that was the highlight but with an open ended game I guess you can’t really do that.

#So mixed bag but it kept #me invested #Detroit become human #dbh #foxgames

[aperfecttimeforscreaming]

10 reasons why a poorly adjusted adult Dib is a Valid headcanon

1. Dib is/was a neglected child

Dib doesn’t have a parent that he can lean on and go talk to for advice, his father is frequently out of the picture and doesn’t give a shit about the thing that Dib cares about. Dib is actively encouraged by his neglectful father to give up on it, actually. I believe this would make Dibs stubborn streak really bitter and spiteful. Most people reading this are LGBTQ+, I assume I don’t need to explain how a fucked up an isolated upbringing, or being unable to be yourself around a parent, hurts you in the long run. 

2. Dib is bullied for the things he is passionate about, and being bullied heavily colours your perception of other people 

The world of Invader Zim is not kind, Dib is frequently harassed by his classmates/superiors/family for his outbursts/lectures/overall investigator shtick. 

Now you might say “but, Screaming, wouldn’t Dib learn to tone it down as he got older?” and YEAH. Probably! But does that mean that he would just forgive all the people that made his life horrible before that point? Or who socially ostracized him for the things he’d done in the past? No. No one is under any  obligation to forgive anyone who hurt them, and I think Dib wouldn’t even try to forgive someone he saw as intellectually inferior 

3. Dib is a selfish rich kid

Dib is selfish. He wants to be the protector of earth- but he doesn’t do it for earths sake. He’s clearly doing it as a cry for attention/ a reason to eventually be vindicated for being spit on by his own kind.  I don’t think he would have genuine empathy for other people. If he did have it, it’d have to be something he had to work really hard at. However, I don’t see Dib putting much effort into understanding other humans. 

Dib is rich (probably). This one being more of a headcanon- in the series Dib wants for no material object, he wastes technology on his explorations like it’s something he can just pick up from the dollar store, his father is a world renowned scientist with access to crazy technology and the ears of world leaders. I think he’d feel entitled to one or two things 

4. Gaz is not her brothers keeper. 

She’s not responsible for his mental health, she’s not responsible for keeping him in line and “normal”. Most of the time she doesn’t want a damn thing to do with him. If we’re going by the standards of the IZ tv show, the only times that Gaz interfered with Dibs paranormal investigations were when Professor M. Was also involved. Either she wanted to see her dad and Dibs antics were getting in the way (forcing her to intervene), or she was directly ordered by their dad to keep Dib out of trouble.  Sure, you could argue that she would beat the shit out of Dib for doing something she didn’t like- but that wouldn’t “fix” the mind of a very stubborn person. It might even make them dig their heels in even deeper out of spite and bitterness as a “fuck you I’m right you’re wrong” 

Furthermore, as Gaz gets older she’s going to have her own life to worry about and might stop tolerating the way Prof. M uses her as a middle man to deal with his “poor insane son”. She’s under no obligation to fix any of the phases Dibs life might go through. If Dib was unpleasant enough, and Gaz had the resources to leave, I think she might just bail on him. 

5. Dib is arrogant 

He's gonna do what he thinks is the best course of action unless you physically stop him from doing so. He comes from a place of thinking that he is right, the opinion of anyone else is secondary. Dib will do “what needs to be done” for “the greater good”. Whatever he thinks that “good” is. He wants to play the white knight at any cost. He cannot be in the wrong, or that bravado towards being righteous in the end crumbles. I think Dib would subscribe to a “the ends justify the means” mentality

6. Dib would harm another person to get what he wanted

In a room with a moose, Dib debates letting himself die just to take his entire class down with him. In the unaired episode “return of Keef”, he co-operates with Zim in an attempt to make Keef explode, because he thinks Keef is irritating. Dib used Gaz to test out an ancient spell book, cursed Gaz to only taste pork, and then only helped fix the problem when threatened with physical violence. This could be the kind of thinking that gets worse over time as more people mock his attempts to save and protect them. Why care about people that don’t even give a shit if they live or die?  Dib is a smart fringe personality in his world, and the otherness that he feels for that could lead to a sociopathic way of thinking if things went bad enough 

7. Dib does not care about other peoples personal space

Dib hides cameras in Zims house. Dib ran right past the front gate at NASA Place, Dib chased a baby big foot up a radio tower. Dib bullied Zim physically on the playground using his known weaknesses against him. Dib would do anything to get the evidence he needed to prove what he wanted to prove, and that would get him in trouble. Repeatedly

8. Antisocial tendencies (like spending countless hours fused to a chair, or most of your young adult life spent hunched over a desk at a computer screen) make it difficult to smoothly socially integrate, and the world of Invader Zim is fuckin' mean

You know the world he comes from is mean. However, assuming Dib did find community somewhere, who’s to say they would agree with him? Or like him? Maybe one of them would cause problems for him that were bad enough he’d have to leave. I’ve always found that the IZ portrayal of earth to be like this funny cynical parody of a dystopian police state america. If we’re going by “what can go wrong will go wrong”, Dibs social integration wouldn’t get easier without a bunch of effort on Dibs part. Maybe Dib would have to pretend to be somebody unlike himself just to get by in his day to day adult life. If we see Dibs country of residence as a police state, the world Dib grows up in would encroach heavily on his personal privacy, and that might make him even stranger via paranoia 

9. Sadistic tendencies towards anything paranormal (obsessed with the act of dominating and exposing the unknown)

Dib is a fucking jerk to Zim (rightfully so), but Dib is a dick to pretty much every supernatural thing he comes across. Either out of an excess of enthusiasm, or using a supernatural being to further his own plans, or from an invasion of privacy, or being an irritant to the entity he’s dealing with. He LIKES to be mean to them.  He  wishes to have mastery over knowing how they work. (maybe it’s more fair to say Dib is a voyeur?)  

This is more headcanon than anything, but I don’t think it’s a stretch to say he might also want to control the paranormal for his own purposes. If Dib could say- catch a ghost in a jar so he could show it to everyone, he’d do it. If he could trick a werewolf into transforming on stage in front of a large audience? He’d do that.

10. Dib is created to be Zims equal

Dib is as “evil” as Zim is and vice versa. Neither of them is good, or pure, or morally justified. It’s a nice little grey dynamic. Both characters think they’re entirely in the right when they act. That they often aren’t in the right is fun because then you get to write/draw/ think about how they’d react to the consequences. Dib could still totally be a hero in his own mind, despite setting an apartment block on fire to flush out a coven of litches.

The reverse of this is also true, Zim can do nice things, and occasionally be good as Dib can be good. I figure the Zim/Dib dynamic changes for everyones interpretations at least somewhat. Having Zims terrible actions rub off on Dib as their battles escalate is a really fun way to go about exploring their relationship 

11. I like the it

There is no right or wrong way to enjoy a cartoon character! Live to make yourself happy in fandom! If you ever thought you needed permission to create rancid content, I’m sorry you felt pressured not to do it. 

You want to make a serial killer Dib?? You want to make a basement dwelling depressed zit covered Dib?? You want to make a Dib who struggles with his trauma through substance abuse?? Go HAM!! 

#screaming// #this has been an announcement from one of many Nasty Dib supporters #Please feel free to comment #This is all theory #and none of it is intended as malicious

[write-1t-bop-1t]

Crashed and found

Entry for the secret shifters G/T Fanfic swap @secret-shifters

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Tiny astronaut crash lands on a giant planet or vice versa, sci-fi gulliver's travels style

Triggers/tropes to avoid: Spiders, I guess

Relationship types to avoid: None per se, feel free to go ham (but keep it sfw obviously)

Fluff or angst: No preference

I take a deep breath, running my hand through my hair and ruffling it around before breathing out and spinning in my chair to face the screen, reaching out my hand to press record,

“Hello again everybody, Ryan Harte here for log number 637, day 453 at 6:23pm Eastern time. Everything on board the ship has been running smoothly as always, no further difficulties involving the damaged engine. Alexander was able to complete the repairs with no further issue. We are a few days away from the designated drop zone, planet classification #677, and will be ready for retraction shortly after.”

I give another short sigh as I record my report, having done this almost everyday for the past year and a half. It gave time meaning, and at least it was something to do other than annoy my travel partner. I look back at the screen, smiling up at it.

“I can’t believe long it’s been…. I can’t wait for my paycheck when I get back to earth,” I say, giving a little laugh to myself.

“There is currently nothing to report on the mission, and the current planet objection is in visual range from the ship. We should-”

I get cut off from my video when the door to my room opens with a loud whoosh noise, startling me as I almost fall out of my chair, letting out a less than manly squeak of surprise.

I look over to see my travel buddy, Alexander, standing at my door with a bored expression.

“Oh, were you doing one of your diary entries again, pipsqueak?”

He says with a teasing tone, making my face turn red as I grab something off the floor and chuck it at him.

“Shove it! It’s not a diary and you know that!”

I grumble, throwing more things at him while he laughs to himself. He surrenders, putting his hands up to guard his hair, the long black strands now slightly frizzy from having collided with whatever I could have reached for moments before. He laughs again before going back to exit my room before stopping and leaning back in,

‘Well, whenever you're done with your ‘Not-Diary’, I need you to come to the front of the ship. We’ve got better visuals on the planet and I need to talk to you about it, alright?”

He says, looking at me expectantly. I quickly nod and make a shooing motion with my hands to get him to leave quickly. He laughs again before leaving me alone in my room once more. Once he leaves, a large smile breaks out on my face, as I bounce lightly with excitement. This is my first ever, real life space recon mission.

After getting into the space program at 16, with a scholarship in science, I’d always wanted to get into recon and the exploration field. I Graduated with honors at age 18, along with Alexander who graduated from ship repairs and navigation, one of the top in his class.

The planet we were headed to was said to show signs of holding valuable resources which I am supposed to gather and bring back with us to earth. Nothing was really known about the planet itself, as no one besides us has ever been this close to it. All that was really known is its size, estimated to be around 1000x bigger than our sun. But since no one knows much about it, we are being paid very handsomely once we get back home in the next year. I can’t wait to see my dad again.

I smile back at the camera,

“Well, as you heard, we are soon approaching the planet, and I am needed for the evaluation. This is Ryan Harte signing out. Love you dad!”

I say before stopping the recording and pressing the send button, to send the message back to earth’s space station, as well as so that they could send it to my dad so he knows everything was okay up here. I never want him to worry about me, so I make sure to record these often.

After sending I quickly jump up, grabbing a simple gray hoodie that had previously been thrown at Alex and throw it over my head before dashing out of the room towards the front of the ship, looking like a kid in a candy store.

My old shoes squeak against the metal as I reach the door, I bounce in place as the door rush’s open and I run inside, almost colliding with Alexander as he looks out at the black space outside the spaceship through the paned glass.

¨Present!¨ I say out loud, with a big smile on my face, causing him to roll his eyes. He motions over to the planet, and I look over to see that we’ve gotten considerably closer to it. We’re still around 2-3 days away from getting close enough to be able to dispatch my shuttle and collect parts of the large gray planet’s resources. Even so, it's already around 9000x bigger than our ship, considering our ship is about the size of a normal sized university, having to hold enough food to feed us for the to and from trips.

“Whoa.” I say mostly to myself, and Alexander nods along with me. 

He points to a lighter gray spot on the planet, “I can’t seem to get a proper scan on the planet due to the storm like clouds surrounding it, but from what I can get, that area should be the safest place for you to land. I’m going to re-route slightly to get us closer to that area, I just wanted to let you know. That okay, pipsqueak?” He says looking back at me.

I nod quickly, my excitement not faltering. 

“But why is that area safer?” I ask, just to feed my curiosity.

He explains that the area seems to be more flat than the other areas on the planet, making it easier for my shuttle to land on, along with the fact that the other, darker areas, seem to be covered with a type of dark and cloudy sky that might cause trouble with communication and engines when entering the atmosphere.

I of course, have no idea what he’s saying but nod along anyways. It probably wasn’t important anyways.

After his little safety spiel that I’ve heard a hundred times, we decide that it’s time for dinner. We made it a tradition when we started our space travel to eat dinner together as a bonding exercise, as well as to help to know each other. Now it’s just become a daily thing we do every ‘night’, to just talk and hang out. It’s not much, but when the other person with you is the only person you’ve had human interactions with for the past 2 years, you learn to appreciate it.

We walk down and make it to the ‘lobby’ where we eat, which is just an empty room with a table and two chairs melded to the ground. Bland but it works, though I wish the space program would get us better chairs.

Alexander goes and grabs our dinner, dehydrated pork and some yellow stuff I don’t bother asking about, as we talk about our days while occasionally teasing and making fun of each other. We laugh and joke around before cleaning up, saying our goodnights and getting ready for bed.

Alexander stops me before I can leave and re-explains the safety measures, protocols and blah blah blah about the exploration in a few days. I wave him off, laughing, before heading up to my room to go to bed.

As I enter, I stretch, letting out a yawn as I kick off my shoes, not caring where they go. I walk over and check my tablet to make sure my last message went through. It did, but it hasn’t been seen yet. Darn, I was hoping I would get another message from my dad, but I guess I’ll get it tomorrow.

I mess up my hair with both of my hands before getting into bed, the thoughts of finally getting to go to the planet we had been heading to for the last years and being able to finally go home and see my dad fill my mind as I quickly fall asleep.

-

The next few days go by in a blur, until I’m standing in the cockpit, struggling to pull on my gray space suit. Alexander sighs before helping me put it on, scolding me like a parent about taking this more serious. I roll my eyes, punching him in the arm before telling him that I’ll be okay.

He nods at me once before saying a goodbye as he walks towards the door to head to the main control center. I pause before running up and hugging him from behind, assuring him that I’ll be back before he knows it. He smiles at me, patting me on the head, before taking my helmet out of my arms and shoving it on my head. I whine as I have to adjust it and hear him laugh quietly to himself as he exits the room, door closing behind him. I roll my eyes as I make my way towards, and into, the shuttle prepared. I close the hatch and get comfortable, checking the ship over before booting up the power. 

The keypad lights up around me, glowing white as I flip through the proper equipment and procedures to ensure the ship operates properly, while waiting for further instructions from above.

As if on cue, I hear Alexander's voice through my helmet,

“Everything in check down there, pipsqueak?”

I roll my eyes for what feels like the millionth time as I sit back and strap into my chair, ready to finally get off this stupid main ship for once.

“All good down here, we ready to go, Tarzan?”

I ask back, making fun of his long hair, as he confirms and the ship starts up. I can feel the rumble of the engine as the ship is lowered into position and I take a deep breath, still talking to Alexander to make sure everything is ready.

We count back from ten at the hatch in front of my ship, leading into space begins to open.

Once we get to zero, I can see the large planet in front of me and the engines push me forward and out of the ship, plunging me into the dark vast of space. I lock my focus on the planet as I take control of the wheel and steer towards the area told to me by Alexander.

I can see the cloudy, storm like area around the planet, making sure to avoid the darker areas.

Once I seem to be going in the right direction, I set it into autopilot and relax my posture.

“Hey, once we get back home, wanna hang out? I know this greeeeat Mexican place near my house, you’d love it.”

I say out of the blue and here my college chuckle, “Yeah yeah, Of course. But you’re paying, pipsqueak.” He says through the comms and I let out a dramatic and offended gasp while laughing.

“What, I gotta pay you to hang out with me? I’m hurt Al, really. Here I was thinking we were friends, guess not.” I say through giggles, and I can hear Alexander laughing as well.

I can see the planet coming closer and move the steering accordingly for the best entry, making sure to soften the engines so I don’t enter the atmosphere too quickly and burn up the ship.

“Yeah well, You can’t just i##ite some##e o# #### e##p-”

I furrow my brows as he talks, unable to make out what he’s saying.

“Hey Al, you’re cutting out. Is everything okay up there?” I ask with clear worry in my voice.

Just then the power to my ship flashes off before coming back on and the engine buffers, causing me to jolt forward in my seat. I call out again to Alex, but only hear muffled static through the comms, worrying the crap out of me. I try tapping the side of my helmet to see if I can get it to come back on.

“Alexander, are you there? You’re freaking me out, what’s going on?”

I ask out again, as my ship continues towards the unknown planet. The ship shuts off and I lurch forward again before the ship comes back on, causing me to panic slightly. I check my vitals and the ship's hardware to check for malfunctions quickly, to see if I can find out what’s happening.

“RYAN? RYAN CAN YOU H##E ME?!”

I hear Alex yell through the comms, causing me to jump in my seat and respond immediately,

“Hey, yeah I can hear you now. What’s going on, my ships freaking out…”

I can hear his shaky voice, which causes my panic to rise.

“Look Ryan, you need to listen very carefully to me alright? Whatever's going on with the planet is messing with the tech on the ship and screwing up the comms. I don’t think it’s safe, you need to come back this instant so we can re-think and re-evaluate this, okay?”

“Y-Yeah, alright I’ll turn around now.”

I say quickly, quietly panicking as I reach to flip off the autopilot. I realize how close I am to the outer edge of the planet now, along with the storm, and reach to grab a hold of the steering wheel but the ship lurches forward again before I can grab it and the power shuts off for a final time, turning off the engines, along with any and all different functions of the ship.

I freeze, my breathing shallow, as I try to process what just happened. I reach slowly and yank at the steering wheel, trying to see if it would move the ship. No give. I try to turn on backup power. Nothing. But besides that, the new realization that dawns on me causes my heart to pick up and the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up…

The ship is still moving towards the planet.

I get over my initial shock and start trying to talk to Alex again,

“ALEX, I CAN’T CONTROL THE SHIP. I’M MOVING TOWARDS THE PLANET!”

I can hear shuffling of papers through the comms,

“Ryan, the gravitational pull of the planet is pulling the ship in, is there any way to get it to turn around?!”

I can hear his breathing, it’s steady but shallow, like he’s trying to stay calm, for my sake and his.

“No-NO, there’s no controls! I’VE LOST ALL POWER!”

The ship lurches forward as I near the dark gray clouds, the ship almost at the point where it could touch them.

“DID YOU TRY THE BACKUP POWER?!”

“OF COURSE I TRIED THE BACKUP POWER!”

I wait a few seconds and tears prick in my eyes when Alexander doesn’t say anything and I call out for him again, telling him not to stop talking.

“Alright, just calm down Ryan. Your ship is too far away to grab with the retractable arm, I don’t know how to get you back to the ship in time. I can’t even get the main ship close to you without risking it being pulled in too. Maybe we could try a##atc#i## the el#c#tical cab### ## #### ###-”

His audio cuts out completely.

“Nononono, Alex come on, YOU CAN’T DO THIS RIGHT NOW, PLEASE!”

The ship is pulled into the clouds as I lose sight of the home ship and any hope of getting home. The ship is shaken harshly and I’m thrown out of my seat and onto the ground, cracking my helmet on the wall of the shuttle, causing it to crack. I suddenly feel this floating sensation in my stomach, my body feeling as if it’s weightless, until I look back out the windshield. The ship is falling. Fast.

All I remember was the sound of the windshield shattering and the heat surrounding me before the shuttle had plummeted to the ground, hitting the rock below with the full force of whatever gravity this planet went by, as pain fills my body and I black out.

-

I feel cold. And warm…. And wet…..

What happened…..

My head hurts…. My chest hurts….

A sudden pressure is put on my chest causing me to let out a loud whimper and the pressure is immediately retracted. I let out a shaky sigh and try to move, causing pain to shoot through my body and I let out another pained whimper.

What happened….? Why does everything hurt…? What’s that weird noise, it sounds like a dolphin…. Or a bird…. Maybe a cat….

I can’t keep my thoughts straight, everything hurts. What do I remember-?

The crash, the ship malfunctioning, the unknown planet…. Shit-

Another pressure is put on my chest again a few seconds later, touching a rib that is most certainly broken and I let out a surprised and pained gasp, causing it to go away again.

I try opening my eyes, finding the simple task to be, well, less than simple. My eyes seem focused on staying shut, but I need to see what’s happening. Am I dead? No, I don’t think ghosts feel pain…. Do they? That would be kinda cool though. Space ghost.

I try opening my eyes again, being able to open them a crack as light floods my vision, causing my eyes to tear up and close again. Wait, light? Wasn’t this planet covered in a dark perma-storm? Where’s the light coming from?

I hear some rumbling from above me, kinda like the sound my cat Rosco back home makes when he’s worried about something, a mix between a purr and a growl. 

Could it be my ship's engine? Wait, if it’s still active, it could explode!

I use all my strength to push myself into a sideways sitting position, while forcing my eyes open once again. The light hurts them and I let out a groan as I feel the numbing pain throughout my body. Suddenly the light is covered and I’m surrounded by a nice shadow. My brains too jumbled to pay attention to it at the moment, but what I do realize is that a large portion of my helmet around my left eye has broken off. 

HOW THE FUCK AM I BREATHING?!

Does this planet really have breathable air? Does that mean there’s some type of plants that can produce the same kind of air on earth? And a sun? We didn’t see any type of sun on the reading when we scanned the planet...

I take in a deep breath to test it. It feels like normal air, and it’s keeping me alive, I can ask questions later, once I get my bearing and stand up. Maybe I can contact Alex. ALEXANDER! He must be so worried, and my dad? He’s going to lose his mind! I have to get to my ship, even if it’s destroyed I could see if I could use the parts to fix my comms and get in contact with the main ship or even the space station if I’m lucky.

I try to push myself up more, managing to move one leg up so I’m in a night's kneeling position. The pain is bad, and I let out another whimper. As I do I can feel a rush of air surround me, it’s warm. I can see the ground underneath me, seeming to be a kind of gray rock, mainly flat, meaning I did technically land where I was supposed to, although I can see that my knees don’t look great, both being skinned and bleeding, but it doesn’t feel too bad.

Another rush of air, closer to my head, followed by a low growl, causing me to turn my head upwards to see what’s causing it. My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat, unable to breath, as I see four glowing blue eyes staring right back at me, like it’s looking right through my soul.

 Not only that but the eyes are huge…. And predatory, looking at me as if I was something it just caught…

I stumble backwards falling onto my butt, cushioned by the intact space suit still surrounding me. I finally let out a scared, shaky breath, realizing that I had been holding it moments ago. The creature's gaze doesn't falter, if anything it hardens, letting out a predatory grumble, as if a warning, though I’m not exactly sure what that warning is for, causing me to freeze in place, adrenaline coursing through my veins causing my hands to feel like ice.

The creature is large, covered in a black fur in most of its body, some parts having less of it. It stands tall- scratch that, it’s fucking huge, the size of a small apartment building. It’s ‘arms’ are long, bent in a way that a monkeys would, reminding me of a baboon. Four large spider-like eyes are still locked on me and I force myself to make no sudden movements, tears welling up in fear as I start hyperventilating, unable to focus as I direct my vision towards the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with it. If I had, I would have noticed it’s head turning in a confused manner, like a puppy would when hearing a strange noise, and the curious way it’s slowly making its way towards me, as if not trying to frighten me more than I already am.

Once I feel it getting closer I look back up to see it slowly moving towards me, and I slowly scoot back to counter it. Just then it moves to put a hand behind me causing the ground to shake lightly, stopping me from moving away again. I let out a pathetic whine, before realizing the creatures face was now meters from mine, not noticing earlier that it had moved it’s face down to get to my level. It gets even closer and my eyes widen in horror and fear, tears running freely down my face at this point, and I try to move as far back as I can without touching the creature's hand.

It stops its movements, and holds its position, around two meters from me. I hold eye contact, not wanting to look away and have it come closer again. It also holds the stare, before I see its gaze flicker upwards slightly, focusing on something else. My helmet?

It looks back into the one hole in my helmet, at me, before it’s gaze in back at the top of the helmet. 

All of a sudden I felt something touch the back of my helmet harshly, and I let out a surprised noise as I turned around to see the hand from earlier had moved so it could poke me with one of its long, bony fingers. I start moving away from it, while unconsciously moving closer to the monster that was in front of me.

I feel another wave of hot air hit me from behind, as if it’s the creature's subtle way of telling me it’s still there. I jump slightly, and turn around again to face it. It’s now on the ground for the most part, one arm wrapped behind me and one... in the air… Like the position a cat would make when playing with a feathery toy or a mouse it just caught.

And I’m pretty sure I am that mouse.

I see the hand from the air start coming towards me, and I use my arms to try and cover my face the best I can, letting out a choked sob and whimper as I brace for the impact, for the pain of the hand coming and crushing my body.

But it doesn't come.

I look back up to see two of it’s five fingers positioned on either side of my helmet, before they close and grab lightly onto my helmet. Then they start pulling up, as if to try and disconnect the helmet from the rest of my space suit. Wait-

“Wa-Nononono, Stop it! LET ME GO!”

I yell out, panic taking over my body again as I struggle against its grip. And the creature does stop for a second after hearing my outburst, before pulling upwards again, taking most of my body with it. I’m still touching the ground with my feet as I try and use my hands to hold my helmet in place, not wanting to be even more exposed and vulnerable than I already feel.

I don’t think it feels the same way.

Once the tips of my toes can barely touch the ground, the creature twists its fingers lightly, snapping the thick plastic part that connects my helmet and suit with ease, allowing me to finally fall to the ground with a hard thud, landing on my backside. The collision with the rock causes painful jolts to course through my body and I roll on my side, clutching my chest to try and relieve some of that pain.

The helmet is dropped somewhere near me, landing on the ground with a hard thud, the sound of the rest of the glass frame shattering. I whimper again as I feel the breath of the beast come closer to me as I try to curl in on myself, as if to make myself smaller, as I screw my eyes shut.

I want to go home….

My hair, now wet with sweat, covers most of my face, bits of blood near my temples where my head had most likely collided with the side of the ship during the crash as well as more tears covering my face as I let out another choked sob.

I open my eyes slightly, only to see one of the monsters fingers coming towards my head, most likely to crush it like a grape. I whimper again, trying to tuck my head into my body, to make myself feel a little less scared and helpless. It doesn’t work.

The creature's finger touches my hair lightly, and I wince at the feeling, its finger tip being about the same size, if not bigger than my head. It holds the gentle and light touch, barley even touching my head at all, before it starts to rub against my scalp lightly. I let out a surprised and shaky breath at the gentle touch, the monster acting as if I’m a piece of glass that could be broken and damaged easily. The quick realization dawns on me that….

It’s petting me.

Like I’m some kind of scared animal.

And it actually feels kinda nice. Rubbing in a small circular motion against my scalp, soothing any former pain that resided there, causing my face to soften its expression at the feeling. It moves its motion slightly towards my face, causing me to whimper quietly. It’s quick to move its finger away to rub the back of my head, as well as my neck in a soothing motion, as if to apologize. Then the vibrations start.

Low, like a cat's purr, which only adds on to the calmness feeling washing over me along with the drowsiness, which I find very concerning as I should be scared, terrified even. But it feels so good… I hadn't had any physical contact with anyone besides light shoves and teasing from Alex for the past few years, making this gentle and almost nurturing gesture feel like heaven.

The purring gets louder and I start to get more tired. The creature seems to take notice of me being more docile and starts getting more bold with its touches. Avoiding my chest, it goes and lightly moves my arms, while still petting me with its other hand. I feel a few pokes to the soft material around my legs before it starts petting my back as well. My eyes start to close even though I’m trying to keep them open. I’m just so tired….

The creature seems to sense my tiredness and I can feel his hand cup my entire back before his other hand stops petting me, as well as the vibrations ceasing, causing me to let out a childish whine, missing the feeling.

It seems to notice my distress and quickly scoops me up in its hand, lifting my whole body carefully into the air. I let out a panicked noise again, struggling against his hand, not expecting to be lifted 100 feet into the air in a matter of seconds.

The creature is quick to pull me into its chest, causing me to pull up against its surprisingly soft, black fur, and the vibrations in its chest start up again almost instantly. I hate to admit it, but the action calms me down immediately, and I subconsciously snuggle against the fur, too tired and hurt to really care about anything besides my own comfort, my old tears dried against its body as it stands there for a few minutes as I continue to doze off before it starts moving, jumbling me slightly, making me clutch onto the giants fur for stability.

It scares me at first, but the purring increases immediately, calming me down quite easily. I notice that we’re heading in the direction of a large, dark gray mountain, surrounded by even larger plant type things in different shades of dark green and blues. I glance at the ground and see the creature is walking slowly on three of it’s four hands, the fourth one holding me. I also notice the tail following up from behind that I didn’t see until now, shaped like a monkeys.

On the ground I can see bits of metal from…. My ship!

I squirm, breaking out of my calm and tired mindset to try and find a way to get to the ground remembering that I need to contact Alex, but the second I try to get out of the hand, its fingers cup tighter around me, caging me against the soft wall and the vibrations become more insistent. They’re not so tight that I can’t move, but they’re very clearly meant to keep me in the creature's hold, as if insisting that I stay put.

I of course don’t listen and continue to try to struggle, earning me a loud growl possessive from above as they stop moving all together. The fingers cup tighter around me, and I stop moving all together, shaking slightly in fear, tears welling up in my eyes again.

I’m held for a few more seconds of not moving…

Then the purring starts again, it’s ‘thumb’ comes up and rubs the top of my head lightly, like re assurance, before being removed and it starts walking again. I try to control my breathing again, now realizing that I’m not getting out of here.

When we get near the mountain, the air surrounding it turns cold causing me to shiver into the vibrating surface. The creature's body quickly heats up to help keep me warm, along with the fur, allows me to lose focus of everything else as my vision fades to black, cuddling up against the warm monster that just technically kidnapped me.

Once I’m out, the creature takes my unconscious body into its home, a cave in the side of the mountain, and rests me against a clear, soft gel like substance to allow me to sleep, as it removes my ripped space suit carefully, making sure not to disturb my sleep. It leaves my clothes on as it takes some sort of blue substance and applies it generously on my wounds and injuries while I sleep, making sure to stay close to keep me warm, before laying next to me like a large cat would, using its hand as a large blanket to make sure I’m warm during the night and so I don’t run away if I wake up before it.

It gives me one last nuzzle against the top of my head, scenting me slightly before purring and falling asleep, holding the tiny baby it found while looking for food, now glad it had gone in the wrong direction, as this cub would have never survived on its own.

They will never let the tiny, scared baby go, not after its mother had clearly abandoned it to die, terrified and injured.

It’s now their baby and they will take care of it.

Forever.

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[soukokuwu]

DAZAI OSAMU

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍

》 angst, unfortunately (dazai x reader)

》 trigger warnings! suicide themes, death

》 word count: 2.3k

》 notes: you saw him for the exact opposite of what he was. he did you a favour, but everything has a price. and now he has come to collect.

》 a story where Dazai is an angel

The ring of the shopkeeper’s bell. The smooth wood of the door. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The taste of baked ham. The sun illuminating the alley right outside the cafe.

There he appeared again. After ten years.

He looked just as you remembered. He didn’t age. Bandage over his right eye. Black hair a mess, covering one half of his face. Deep brown eyes as alluring as ever, piercing into your very soul. Black tailored suit, black tie, white dress shirt, same as the last time.

Although, there was one thing different about him.

Black feathered wings that used to be almost miniscule compared to his person— no, could you even call him that? Body. The wings that used to be diminutive compared to his body were now thicker and wider, standing even taller than his frame.

You were painfully aware that only you could see his beauty. Everyone else walked past him without regard. You strolled over to the figure, aware that he saw himself far from what you made him out to be in your head. That wouldn’t deter you from believing that of him though.

Your guardian angel.

»»-------------¤-------------««

Scribbling.

Sound of pen against paper had been all you could hear.

The pen had been discarded and you felt a pat on your head. You had looked up into his eyes. Empty. Vacant. Hopeless.

He had grabbed your hand and led the way. Something had been weird about the route he took that day. That had not been the usual way the two of you took to your school.

A left instead of a right. A bookshop instead of a cafe. The hustle and bustle of people instead of the usual seclusion. Yet you never questioned him. He had been the adult after all. Maybe there was a special event today that you had forgotten about. Yes, that could be why he hadn’t taken you straight to school.

The two of you had finally reached the train station. It had only been on rare occasions that you would step foot there, given that your family hardly ever went out. Even at twelve years old you could tell that your parents were struggling financially. In spite of that, though, you were all happy together. As long as you had each other, your mom would always say.

It had been a windy day. The sky turned a darker shade of grey. It had not been too crowded for a weekday morning in the subway station, so you could see the sky clearly even though you had been a short little child back then.

An announcement played, saying the train would be delayed and it would take a while longer. You looked around, trying to find the display screen that estimated the next train’s arrival.

However, something moved past you and caught your eye. A single black feather fell in front of your face and you eyed it until it touched the ground. You gripped your father’s hand tighter out of fear, but it barely registered in your father’s head. He was much too preoccupied with his own thoughts. Scared as you had been, curiosity got the better of you and you looked around for the source. It could not have been a crow, so where could the feather have come from?

Just as you were looking, you spotted him there, near the front of the platform, facing your direction. A general disinterested look, blank chocolate eyes looking straight ahead at absolutely nothing, dark brown hair and small black wings floating in the breeze. Even all those years ago, he looked breathtaking to you. Something that was supposed to instill fear intrigued you instead. He spoke of something in a soft murmur, in a voice low enough you couldn’t make out what it was.

A pair of watchful eyes followed him as he walked toward you, looking around at everyone on the platform. As the creature passed by you, he stopped in his tracks. His body stiffened and he slowly turned to look at you, who had been blinking up at him skeptically.

“This human is creeping me out,” he had murmured to himself, gulping and then bending his knees to get leveled with you. His eyes had then seemed alive for that split second, filled with intrigue. “It’s as if she can see me.”

“But I can,” you said, almost causing him to stumble over.

The creature blinked in succession as he tried to register what you had just said.

“You can... see me?”

You nodded, attention completely focused on the peculiar being in front of you. He had ominous black wings, but you didn’t feel scared of him at all. You then proceeded to question him about why it was that nobody else could see him. But everything he had shared with you about the different dimensions and how it worked were too complicated for you to remember. Being the inquisitive child you were, you kept interacting with the being. Banter and jokes were all you remembered sharing with him that day.

“You’re funny,” you had told him, laughing at the stupid joke he shared.

The creature had laughed too, before his expression shifted slowly into that of hesitance. You had asked what was wrong, but he shook his head, claiming it had been nothing. He was seemingly looking at something past you, but he hogged your attention by asking if you wanted to see a magic trick. Excited, you had given him all your focus, and by the time you clapped for him and noticed the absence of your father’s hand, you realised you were someplace else.

It was a peaceful place. The both of you were situated in a meadow, surrounded by a sea of colourful flowers. The skies there were a dark grey too. The only sound you could hear was that of the wind blowing. You were alone there with him, your father nowhere in sight. Despite having been teleported to a foreign dimension with someone you barely knew, all you had been thinking of was how much you wanted to explore this place.

“I can’t see the station anymore,” you had casually remarked.

“Sometimes it’s better to see what isn’t there instead of what is,” the creature had replied, an ache in his tone you didn’t miss.

Before you could ask him what he meant, warm droplets of rain started falling onto your face. The creature used his wings to shelter you from the rain, letting himself get drenched. His wings were too small to cover the both of you at the time. Feeling bad, you had asked if he could take you to his home so that you both would get shelter. The flash of melancholy that took over his face you could not have missed.

“Not now, you have to get back home,” he murmured gently, patting you on the head. You nodded in resigned compliance, catching a glimpse of the words imprinted on his wings.

Osamu Dazai.

The world around you began to shimmer and flow together, the colours of the flowers mixing together in circles. It was all making you sick, and so you chose to close your eyes. Everything was spinning. But as you felt a few raindrops fall onto your face, it stopped.

When you opened your eyes next, you found your mother sat next to you on your bed, crying over your body, hugging you when she realised you had come to.

The creature was nowhere in sight.

And neither was your father.

»»-------------¤-------------««

No one told you what really happened that day until a few years ago, when your mother was on her deathbed. Initially, she had just claimed that your father had to move to another city and wouldn’t come back. You were twelve but you weren’t that stupid. You didn’t believe her, but you thought better than to press her about it.

However as she was dying, she told you the real story of how your father disappeared. She recounted to you his suicide note, word for word. He had had enough of his life. Apparently the happiness you saw in your family as a kid was all a facade. Your father was far from a joyful man. He was beyond depressed, with a shit job and a shittier financial situation. His wife had lost interest in him as a man and his only solace had been you. Which was why he wanted to bring you with him. To die with him.

His plan that day was to jump in front of a moving train with you. But that creature had saved you at the last minute. According to witness accounts, they saw you let go of your father’s hand just as he was about to jump off the platform before you fainted on the spot. There was a small boy who swore he saw a man with brown hair and black wings who pried you away from your father, but of course the authorities didn’t take him seriously.

»»-------------¤-------------««

The city looked so much better from way up high. It had been a while since you were here. The wind blowing reminded you of that day when you were teleported to another dimension. You shifted your gaze from the scenery to the figure beside you. He had followed you here all the way from the cafe. He looked even more mesmerising now with a soft smile plastered on his face.

“Dazai?” You called out hesitantly.

The being nodded in acknowledgement. However, you found you couldn’t quite find the right words to say now that he was here, in the flesh.

“Ask me.”

His statement stunned you. It was a gentle kind of prodding, indicating he understood the situation. You were almost a hundred percent sure by now of his answer, and as much as you would like to confirm it, you decided against it.

“You’re my guardian angel, Dazai.”

It was not what he really was, but it was true all the same. He had saved you as a child even though he had absolutely no reason to. Osamu Dazai saved you even though he had been, and was still, the embodiment of death.

“I’m the angel of death,” he uttered, completely monotone. Dazai looked puzzled now, his lips pressed into a firm line. He shifted his gaze and looked out at the view of the city from his spot on the skyscraper. The streets surrounding this building were somewhat secluded, save for two or three pedestrians walking below. You caught a look of understanding that seemed to wash over him, as though a sudden realisation of your intentions, and why he even appeared before you in the first place.

You thought back to all those years ago, when you tried to convince people you weren’t crazy. In hindsight, telling people about a heavenly creature that saved you from death’s grip wasn’t the brightest idea. It had resulted in years of bullying, several counts of physical abuse and a consequent depression that you wished would go away.

Where you would normally be shut in at home, today you were out and about. You had taken work leave. All your colleagues were stunned into silence yesterday when you offered everyone cupcakes. They should; you usually didn’t even respond much even when spoken to. But the day before, everyone found you pleasant to be around, and you could see the looks of relief on all of their faces. They all spoke of not being able to wait to see you the next day.

Everyone who thought they knew you took it as a sign of you getting better. But no. To you it was a sign of clarity. You felt more upbeat today than any other day. It was because you knew exactly what waited for you at the end of the day: oblivion.

Before you knew it, you were standing at the edge of the building. Your legs trembled slightly when you realised just how high up you were. The fear was taken over by confusion when you felt warmth envelop your right hand.

Dazai’s fingers were intertwined with yours and he offered you the most comforting smile you’d seen in a long while. You were completely perplexed by the words he uttered next.

“I’ve always wanted to commit a double suicide with a beautiful lady when I was human.”

You had expected that he was the angel of death, but you never thought he had been human before. How it worked you would never find out, but there was something you wanted to know.

“Aren’t angels like you immortal?”

“My death was set in stone the moment I saved you from myself.”

Dazai did not need to explicitly tell you, but you deciphered it anyway. It was a simple message: your death would spell his. That’s all there was to it. A curse of some sort, because he had failed his duties all those years back. He forcefully saved a soul bound to death by his own hands. This was his punishment. But he did not look the least bit unhappy.

If anything, he radiated pure bliss. It was a bittersweet moment. The person you had dreamt of countless times in your life, the one you had fantasised finding again and again— he finally appeared but it was on an ominous condition. It only meant one thing: you would not change your mind today.

Your legs stopped trembling. Your heart started pounding faster in your chest. The warmth of the noon sun was getting uncomfortable. Yet you found the warmth of his hand relaxing.

Without warning, you felt your hand being yanked toward him, your body covered in his warm embrace. This time, his wings were big enough to shield both you and him from the outside world. You could see nothing but his face. You were pressed against his chest, foreheads touching and eyes glued to each other’s. You felt any fear you had dissipate into the void.

“Will you meet me in another life?”

You couldn’t help but ask. It was something you were wishing for, no matter how impossible it may seem: to get to know Osamu Dazai as a person. You hoped to find him in that other life, if it was possible at all. You wanted to get to know him, to understand his soul, preferably as equals.

Dazai’s unbandaged eye was clouded with a certain bewilderment before it reverted back to a gentle kindness, one you had seen many years before.

“I promise.”

Deep down you knew it was bullshit. You could sense his uncertainty. But as you both plunged to your death, the words were the only comfort you found, aside from the tenderness of his hug.

You opened your eyes to look into his once more, and then everything went black.

A scream.

And then nothing.

tags: @yokelish

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[alex-fa-ch]

Rainbow Shot

Between the Bottles - Chapter 3

November, 2003

“So.” Poland began, raising an eyebrow at the phone in his hand. “I got this text from Germany.” He glanced upward from the screen to Czechia and Hungary. The three of them were waiting in the hallway outside of the meeting room. The meeting wasn’t for another few minutes, and most of NATO were standing in the hall. 

“Since when do you have Germany’s number?” Hungary asked, confusion in their voice. 

“I guilt trip him into buying me booze.” Poland explained, looking back down at the text in question. 

“Does that work?” Czechia asked, considering the possibility. Could he get free beer from Germany? 

“Not usually.” Poland answered. “But, listen to this. He said that Massachusetts’ bodyguard is apparently in some sort of mood.” He flipped the phone shut, pocketing it as he looked back to his friends. “Way more likely to attack someone today. So don’t do anything stupid.” 

“Ohhh fuck.” Hungary’s eyes widened as they tensed up, biting their lip anxiously. 

“What?” Czechia asked, confused by their reaction. The hell did Hungary care if New Hampshire was in a bad mood.

“Okay, soooooo...” Hungary began, trailing their words a bit. “If that’s the case, I may just go hide in the supply closet or something.” They tensed further, more anxiety overtaking their face. 

“Why.” Poland’s tone was unamused and his face was annoyed. He didn’t look nor sound very happy with Hungary’s bullshit.

“Well, you guys know how New Hampshire just doesn’t like me?” Hungary asked. 

“I do now.” Czechia made a face. They knew he was at least friendly-ish with New Hampshire, so he was surprised this was only coming up now.  

Hungary ran a hand through their long hair. “Welllll...” they began. “It’s because I kiiiiiiiiinda got with one of the states.” they confessed. 

“Really.” “Bullshit you did!” Poland and Czechia expressed their doubts at the same time. 

“I did!” Hungary insisted. They put a hand on their chest, apparently offended that they didn’t believe them. 

“Suuuuure.” Poland rolled his eyes. “Which one, then?” He challenged.

Hungary’s expression shifted from anxious to smug. They slowly crossed their arms as a grin creeped across their face. “Wyoming.” They answered, looking a little too proud of themself. 

Czechia had to think for a moment, but came up empty. He leaned over to Poland. “Which one is that?” He asked in a whisper, unable to place the state in his mind. 

“I have no idea.” Poland whispered back, shoving him away a little. “Shut up. You did not.” He argued. His wings ruffled a little with his annoyance. “America would have killed you, I’m sure. You know what he’s like about his states.”

“America didn’t know!” Hungary still looked rather pleased with themself. “And this was years ago, now!” They flipped some of their long hair back over their shoulder. 

“You are so full of shit!” Czechia had a laugh in his voice as he argued, finding himself barely believing them. “Come on Karol, who the hell would be stupid enough to go for one of America’s states? That’s a death wish.” 

“Hungary would.” Poland laughed with a smile, a taunt glittering in his silver eyes. Czechia laughed right along with him, while Hungary just looked more offended.

“Let’s say we believe you.” Czechia said. “Which I don’t. But what does that have to do with New Hampshire?” 

“I guess Wyoming is one of the states they’re really close to.” Hungary grimaced as they explained it. “So when we broke up...” They shrugged it off. “Look, let’s just say that if they’re that trigger happy today, I want tulips at my funeral.”

Czechia kept laughing while Poland rolled his eyes again, before shaking his head. “You’re a moron.” He said. 

A sudden commotion alerted the group, grabbing their attention. The three of them looked over to the direction of the shouts. Netherlands had excitedly jumped from his place beside Belgium and Luxembourg. Massachusetts had entered the hallway, and apparently immediately had his attention. Czechia shot a glance to Poland, who shrugged.

Czechia also glanced curiously at New Hampshire. They didn’t seem any angrier than usual. They almost always looked like they wanted to murder someone. But he knew that was just their face. It would probably be more unsettling if they happened to look happy for once.

“Mass!” Netherlands called, bouncing and barely containing his excitement. “I just heard the news!” He jumped over to her, his arms out for what looked to be a hug. 

New Hampshire was faster.

Czechia blinked, and they had moved from besides Massachusetts to directly in front of her. They met Netherlands’ jump with a hard shove. They immediately followed the motion with leaping on him themself and wrestling him to the ground. Netherlands let out a few swears in his own language. Czechia blinked again, and New Hampshire had the barrel of a rifle pressed against the man’s neck. 

Czechia was impressed, if nothing else. It had been a long time since he had seen anyone move so fast, let alone someone like New Hampshire. He found himself smirking a bit at the scene. They hadn’t even thought about it, had they? They were instantly ready and able to take down someone taller than them, and apparently unafraid of immediately threatening his life in the process.

It was fun to watch, in a weird way.

“Get off me!” Netherlands yelled, switching back to French. “You know I’m not going to hurt her!” He insisted, trying to shove them off. “Christ, I was trying to hug her!” 

New Hampshire didn’t move, nor did they respond. They kept their gun pressed tightly down against the man’s neck, their unspoken threat very clear. Czechia, along with the rest of NATO, watched intently. It really did look like they might just assault Netherlands. If what had happened so far didn’t count. 

Massachusetts laughed, though. Everyone in the hallway seemed to instantly relax. It couldn’t truly be dire if she was finding amusement in it all. “Sem, you should know better.” She told him, walking around to look down at him. “You can’t just jump at me like that! You’re lucky I didn’t set you on fire.” 

“Or that I didn’t put a bullet in your-” New Hampshire began, their anger intensifying. 

“You’re both crazy!” Netherlands shouted, shifting his glare from New Hampshire to Massachusetts herself. “Get your guard dog off me!” 

“Hey.” Massachusetts warned. “They’re just doing their job.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Alright Ham, you’ve had your fun.” 

New Hampshire made an annoyed noise, but they did get up. They turned away from Netherlands, blatantly refusing to help the man back up. Fortunately, Belgium was already at his side, and Massachusetts was helping the man up as well. Czechia watched as New Hampshire brushed themself off. They apparently sensed being stared at. 

Their head whipped as they looked over to (most of the) Visegrad group with a look that could have killed. Hungary flinched, yelped, and jumped to duck behind Poland. They peeked out from behind one of the wings, which was now flaring up a little higher as Poland shot an eyebrow back at New Hampshire. Poland seemed completely unfazed, while Hungary seemed terrified. 

But Czechia smiled back at New Hampshire. They likely needed it. He gave a friendly wave too. They blinked, their ire giving way to confusion. They gave a small and awkward wave back, before turning back to Massachusetts. Their confusion was still clear, though. Czechia laughed to himself, before he turned back to his own friends. 

Hungary was still behind Poland’s wing, hands clutching the leading edge. They and Poland exchanged a look, and then they both broke into a fit of snickering. 

Czechia rolled his eye. He looked between the two of them. “What.” It came out as more of a statement than a question, but he did wonder what was so funny. 

Before they could answer, Massachusetts yelled something in English. Czechia caught a couple of the words, but he wasn’t sure of exactly what she said. He had been trying to learn more English, but that language was so different than the Slavic or even Romantic languages he was familiar with. 

But he was able to guess that she had called the meeting in by everyone else heading into the room. He went in too, taking his seat in between Hungary and Poland. He looked to Massachusetts at the head of the table, waiting for her to start. 

“Right.” Massachusetts began, looking up to the room. “Is there anyone here not aware of what is happening in America, specifically within my own state?” She asked. 

Czechia, along with most of the room, put his hand up. He hadn’t really been paying attention to American politics lately. If anything truly major happened, he usually just heard about it from the news or some of his neighboring nations bitching. 

Massachusetts rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh. She muttered something under her breath in English, before continuing in French. “Well, I won’t sit here and bore you all with how our laws work. But same sex marriage has been passed in my state, setting a very important precedent.” 

Stunned silence swept over the room. Czechia himself was certainly stunned. Wasn’t America well known for being against that sort of thing? Especially a majority of the states themselves? How did she manage something like that? 

“Congratulations.” Belgium was the first to break the silence, sitting next to Netherlands with a gentle smile. Netherlands looked beside himself with joy, grinning and bouncing in his seat. Czechia blinked as he remembered Netherlands had done something similar not that long ago. 

“Hm.” Massachusetts hummed an acknowledgement, though her face didn’t betray any emotions. That made Czechia uneasy. Normally, she was very proud to defy America, make landmark announcements such as these, or just generally piss people off. This was far too serious for what he was used to from her. 

“Some of you may have already guessed what I’m about to say.” She continued. She glanced over her shoulder at New Hampshire, who gave her a small nod. She took in a deep breath, letting out. “But this decision came with personal stakes.” 

Though the silence of the room remained, the energy of it immediately shifted. Everyone seemed to draw their own conclusions. He blinked. He had suspected, if just because who has blue hair and isn’t?? Maybe a bit of a stereotype, but he apparently hadn’t been incorrect. 

“I’m a lesbian.” Massachusetts spoke with conviction, saying it with her whole chest. She looked around the room, her eyes darting in between nations. Something sparked behind her eyes as she silently dared anyone to say anything. “I should hope this doesn’t change a single damn thing. But you should all be aware.” 

The silence in the room was fearful and anxious. If anyone had any thoughts on this at all, no one was voicing them. Perhaps that was for the best. Massachusetts definitely had a temper to her when she was pushed. And more than that... he shot a glance behind her to New Hampshire. They were watching the room with an intense glare. After how they had jumped on Netherlands, everyone knew they wouldn’t hesitate. 

Czechia felt a string of guilt run through him. He wanted to say something in support of her. He really and truly didn’t have a problem with it. Especially with himself being... whatever he was. But he didn’t want to be the one to break the silence. He chanced a look to his left, wondering what Poland thought of all this. Hungary was on his blind side this time. 

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding him. For some reason, he really thought Poland was going to have a problem with it. But the man just looked bored, if not a bit zoned out. That made sense, it wasn’t like he liked being here or dealing with any of this. 

His guilt intensified. The silence seemed to swell in the room. He wanted to say something, anything, just to break it. But what could he even say? He kept quiet. 

“Well,” Massachusetts broke the silence at last. “That’s better than how most of my family reacted.” She looked down at her papers. “With that out of the way, I wanted to touch on...” 

~🥃~

After the meeting, Czechia felt drained. It had lasted for hours, as it usually did. Truthfully, it had gone better than these meetings normally did. Once things had actually picked up, there had been very minimal arguing and fighting. He had almost forgotten about Massachusetts’ announcement at the beginning while he watched some of the other nations go for each other’s throats. 

But he did still feel bad about not saying anything earlier. Perhaps other countries would have joined in if he had been the first. He sighed, and came to the conclusion that it would be best if he at least apologized to her, and offered his support privately. He looked around for her, and spotted her speaking with New Hampshire. 

He smiled as he made his way over, hoping not to alarm either of them. Massachusetts was hitting the paper in her hand as she was yelling something in English about it. New Hampshire looked as bored as they ever did. Until they spotted him. 

They raised an eyebrow, and Massachusetts followed their gaze. She scowled harshly, and Czechia flinched a bit. But then he realized she was actually looking behind him. He looked back over his shoulder to see that Turkey and Greece were shouting at each other, and it looked like it was beginning to get physical. 

Massachusetts shoved past Czechia, nearly knocking him over as she ran over to the fighting nations. He stumbled a bit, as she had run at his blind side. He was surprised when he felt someone’s hand on him, steadying him. He blinked and looked to see New Hampshire with their arm out. They took their hand back, apparently refusing to acknowledge what they had just done. 

Czechia took his flask from his pocket, shuffling a bit away. He knew they didn’t really like to be touched. He took a swig before speaking. “Not gonna interfere?” He asked them. “You jumped on Netherlands earlier.”

“Turkey and Greece are not stupid enough to touch her.” New Hampshire answered, their tone flat “Netherlands is.” They paused, watching the argument unfold. “Look.” 

Czechia saw exactly what they were talking about. Massachusetts had small wisps of flames swirling around her hands as she shoved Turkey away from Greece. He blinked. “Guess you could say she’s flaming?” He made the joke before he could consider what a bad idea that was. But he did immediately realize after the worlds left his mouth, and he nervously glanced to New Hampshire, wondering if he was going to be shot for like, the third time in his life. 

To his surprise, New Hampshire had a fist in front of their mouth. But he could still see the smile as they very obviously struggled not to laugh. They were snickering a bit as they tried to hold it in. They turned away from him, but that seemed to make it worse. When they finally broke and did laugh out loud, it was quiet but so nice. 

Czechia smiled at it. “I like your laugh!” He complimented them, still refusing to think before speaking. “A couple years ago, you said you don’t laugh.” He teased. 

New Hampshire shot them a dirty look as they composed themself, but then they kept their smile. “I don’t.” They insisted, in spite of it. “What were you coming to talk to her about? I will pass the message along.” 

Czechia could tell they were trying to change the subject, but he accepted that. He had finally made them laugh, and that was enough for him. “I was going to offer her my support.” 

New Hampshire looked surprised. “Really?” 

“Well, yeah!” He confirmed. “I don’t really have a problem with it!” He rubbed his arm. “Would be sort of hypocritical if I did...” he muttered... wait. Shit. He said that out loud. Why the hell had he said that?! What if they had a problem with it? Sure, they had protected Massachusetts, but that was their job, and she was their sister. They were barely even acquaintances.

But they just looked confused. They blinked a couple times. “Didn’t you have a wife?” They asked. 

Czechia’s throat dried at the mention. “I- yeah.” He looked a bit away. “I do like women...” he trailed off, before looking back, shoving his emotions down. “Men are nice too. I don’t know.” He shoved his emotions further down, trying not to think of her. But Slovakia was the only other person he had ever told, and while she had been fine with it, it was still terrifying to tell anyone else. Even on accident, because he just couldn’t stop himself from talking. God he wanted to drink. 

“The word is ‘bisexual’.” New Hampshire said evenly. “I’ve only come across the word recently myself.” 

“There’s a word for it?” Czechia’s eye widened. He looked to them. “Other people feel like this? How do you know?” He asked them, his heart racing a bit faster in his chest.

New Hampshire didn’t reply, but their silence told Czechia everything. He instantly got it. He looked back over to Massachusetts, who now had Greece by the shirt as she yelled at him in English. “She doesn’t know, does she?” He asked.

“She does.” New Hampshire said. “But she’s been very focused on her own work.” They paused. “I looked into these things after she told me. There were many concepts I was unfamiliar with.” 

Czechia smiled, crossing his arms. “It’s sweet to see you care about her so much.” He said, smirking a little bit. 

New Hampshire gave him a glare of death, but he just stuck his tongue out back at them. They rolled their eyes. “I am her bodyguard, it’s wise to be educated on the things she talks about.” 

“Nothing to do with the fact you’re her protective sibling?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

Czechia laughed again, just a little bit. “Well, tell her I support her in full.” He said. 

“Mhm.” New Hampshire’s expression and tone shifted back to their usual disinterest. “I’ll tell her.” 

The sound of louder shouting got both of their attentions. It looked as thought Massachusetts was about to physically fight both Turkey and Greece at the same time. Admittedly, his money was still on her. Sure, Turkey and Greece were hard hitters, but Massachusetts always seemed like she was one thing away from snapping.

“Now I am going to interfere.” New Hampshire growled, tensing up a bit. “I’m sure I’ll speak with you again.” They said, before dashing over to the scene. 

Czechia smiled. “Next month!” He called after them. “I’ll see you then!” 

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[meloncholy-words]

A Snake’s Skin

Based on the idea that Deceit, in all his old-timey, fancy nature, can make the other sides do A Fluster™ by showing even the slightest bit of skin. I don’t remember who had the original idea, but I’m turning it into a fic. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and am finally doing it, especially now because I need my comfort. I’m ditching all new information because I don’t wAnNa ThInK aBoUt It.

Ship: DLAMP

Warnings: Other than Dee and Remus, none, I need CoMfOrT

Deceit yawned. He was bored. The others weren’t giving him enough attention. Patton and Virgil were baking in the kitchen, Roman and Remus were doing God knows what in their room, and Logan was reading, right next to him, and not giving him any attention. Which was, by the way, illegal! But then, Deceit had an idea…

He made a few glances towards Logan, before shifting around slightly, before he struck. He let out a loud, exaggerated yawn, lifting his arms up as high as he could, letting his shirt lift up ever so slightly. He took a small little peak at his boyfriend, and inwardly smiled to himself.

Logan’s face was a bright red, his eyes were wide open, and his jaw had dropped. He stuttered a little, before he let out a squeak and lunged forward, pulling Deceit’s shirt down.

“D-Dee,” he stuttered out, voice unusually high, “I get that we’re alone, but now isn’t the time for that.”

“Oh, my apologies,” he said smoothly, a small smirk on his face as he spoke,” I was just yawning. See, I’m just so bored here, with nothing to do and no one to do anything with.”

“I see,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses. His face had gone down in hue, but his cheeks were still fairly dusted in a vibrant red, and his voice had lowered back down to normal. “If that’s the case, perhaps we could watch a documentary and cuddle?”

“That sounds excellent!” he said, clapping his hands together and smiling a wide, happy smile.

Logan pulled up Netflix and threw on a documentary about the earth and its shape. They fell asleep in each other’s arms before it reached halfway through.

~~~~~

It was an unusually hot day in the Mind Palace today. Not unbearable, but definitely noticable. While the others went outside to play in the pool, Deceit had stayed back to stay in his room instead. However, that decision was made after breakfast, and he was hungry. He left his room in favour of heading to the kitchen, an “evil” smile gracing his lips when he peeked into it. For you see, there was Patton, making lunch for everyone. He wasn’t dripping wet, but he was certainly not dry. He was also there, standing so innocently, in nothing but some swim trunks, flip flops, and a thin, wet tank top. This was a big contrast to Deceit, who was covered in layers upon layers of clothing. This wasn’t uncommon in their household, though.

‘Hm, it has been a while since someone’s paid attention to me..’ the sly snake thought. He hid himself back back around the wall, before adjusting his hat slightly, and then striking.

Deceit made his way around the corner, dramatically sighing as he removed the hat he’d just readjusted.

“My my, it’s so hot. Oh, hello there, Patton.” He started lightly fanning himself with his hat.

“Oh, hi Dee!” Patton said in his normal giddy tone. “Yeah, it is. But we have some lemonade and iced tea, if you need any!” He let out a soft giggle, before returning to making the sandwiches.

“That sounds like a good idea, but-” he had unclasped his cape at this point, and had it folded as he placed it down onto one of the dining chairs, “-I don’t think that’ll be too helpful.”

Patton let a glance towards his direction, before slightly tensing and looking back away, a light red tint on his freckles cheeks at the sight of some of Dee’s neck. This caused Deceit to smile again, like the evil child he is. He reached towards the top button on his shirt and popped it off.

Walking up to Patton, as he began pulling his shirt collar more outwards, he leaned over his shoulder, and asked, “Oh, what kind of sandwiches are you making?”

“Oh, you, know just some simple ham sandwiches, maybe some apple sli-” Patton let out a loud squeal, nudging deceit away as he looked in the opposite direction. “D-Deceit, that-that’s highly in-inappropriate!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Puffball,” he said softly, “it’s just sooooo hot, I couldn’t help myself.” He shuffled himself a little closer, and whispered lightly, “You wouldn’t want me to overheat, would you?”

Patton made a strangled sound before pushing past Deceit grabbing the sandwiches, yelling out, “ITWASNICESEEINGYOUBUTIGOTTAGONOWBYEHUN-” and fleeing the scene, leaving Deceit to cackle by himself.

This really was just too fun.

~~~~~

Deceit sighed to himself. Roman had invited him to join him in the imagination for a fancy ball. Of course, he blended right in, using his lawyer suit because it made him feel special. What didn’t make him feel special was how Roman had decided that his kingdom was more important than him. Now, that was fair, it was very understandable. But that didn’t mean that he was happy with it.

He glanced towards Roman, and felt a twinge of sadness. He felt lonely. He took a sip of wine as the gears in his head began turning. Finally, they clicked, and he felt his evil smile return. Right next to Roman was a long food table. That’s where he’d gotten the wine. There were some pastries stacked up neatly just beside him. He knew what to do.

Deceit, very gracefully, made his way over to the pastry rack. He made it clear that he had no intention of acknowledging Roman, at least, not yet. He gathered up two pastries, and made a, not big, but eye-catching, act of spilling some wine onto his gloves. Not too much, but a reasonable amount.

This certainly caught the eye of Roman, who was still giving the rest of his attention elsewhere. However, what really caught his attention was when Deceit, very slowly, removed his stained glove. This lit up Roman’s face a noticeable amount, not the colour of his sash, but enough. He quickly excused himself from his company, and grabbed Deceit by the arm, leading him out to the balcony.

“Deceit, we are in public!” he hissed into his ear. “You’re already wearing less than usual, was that really necessary?!”

“But Roman,” Deceit exclaimed, feigning innocence, “my glove! It got dirty! What did you expect?”

The prince, whose face had somehow become closer to his sash, pulled out a single extra glove.

“Stay here, put this on, and I’ll be back with another pair for you.”

“You’re gonna leave me out here.. Alone?” Deceit let his lip slip out slightly, and his eyes grew bigger. Yes, he was absolutely resorting to puppy dog eyes.

Guilt gently washed over his face, and he softly said, “I’ll be back fast, I promise.” He gave Deceit a light kiss on his forehead and disappeared back inside.

A pair of thick, orange gloves were the ones that Roman decided would best for his King Snake. However, when he exited back out to the balcony, he blue screened. Not only was Deceit’s hat off, but both of his gloves were off, too!

Noticing the prince, Dee opened his mouth to say something, only to be cut off by gloves smacking into his face. Roman had also returned back inside in a flustered fit, which made him giggle. His boyfriend was just too cute sometimes.

~~~~~

Virgil and Deceit were cuddling on the bed together, even though they should have been sleeping. They’d both had a hard day, and had taken to each other’s embrace. However, instead of sleeping at normal times, they’d stayed up well past 2 am to discuss conspiracy theories, and how believable they were. It was a fun game they’d like to play. One would say a theory they’d heard and start giving off some details about it, and then they’d both announce if they thought it was believable or not. If they both agreed that it was either believable or too crazy, they’d continue. If not, they would try convincing the other onto their side. They would carry on when they had both ended up on the same side.

Now, they’d both intended to sleep, as this game always started. This meant that they were both in pajamas, which is a significant decrease in the amount of clothing Dee would normally wear, though he was still quite covered. He had loose, baggy sweats on, thick, fluffy socks, and a long sleeved shirt. This contrasted with Virgil, who had on boxers and his (unzipped)jacket. And nothing else. Deciding he wanted to continue his game of flustering, he started hatching a plan. Virgil was used to seeing Dee like this, so him being less layered than normal didn’t make him red. However, this was the least amount of coverage that he’s seen him in. Which means…

“Ok, ok, fine, it’s believable, jeez!” Virgil exclaimed. At this point, they’d given up on being quiet. “Ok, now, you’re turn.”

“Hmmm… What about… me showing skin.”

Virgil looked into Dee’s eyes like he had gone mad.

“Least believable one yet. Next!”

“Oh, is that so?” Dee said, a smile in his voice. He snapped his fingers, which turned his long sleeved shirt into a short sleeved one, and his baggy sweats into baggy sweats, but with the ends rolled up, exposing his ankles and a little bit of his calves to the world. This made Virgil begin to turn red.

“DECEIT!” he screeched, hiding his face. “I know it’s late and you may be a little bored, but SERIOUSLY?! Nowisntthetime!!!!” This got Deceit laughing, and he snapped his original clothes back, cuddling right back into Virgil.

“I know, I know, sorry hun. I just had to prove you wrong.” Virgil huffed at this, lightly smacking the smaller man’s chest.

“That was mean!”

That got him laughing again.

~~~~~

The sides had cuddled up on the couch, watching Disney movies together. Remus had passed on the offer to join them, pretending to gag as he threw himself onto the floor to watch by himself. Virgil had fallen asleep after the first few movies, leaning onto Patton, who cuddled Deceit up into his lap immediately. Logan held Roman in his arms, and they were both also leaning on Patton, with Roman beginning to drift off but being determined to stay awake.

Deceit looked around at his boyfriends and smiled. Seeing them go into a gay panic was nice, but this was even better. He was content with them being like this instead. It made them all happy.

And that was all that he wanted, really.

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