#vulgar deli

[rhinozilla]

As is tradition on the last day of my vacation, today I went to this local deli & bakery that I rarely get to go to because of the distance from where I live/work and it only having limited weekday lunch hours.

It is a fabulous hole in the wall place, with the kind of deliciously greasy hot sandwiches that start to lose their structural integrity by the second after they hit the tray. One of those sandwiches that you can't set down once you pick it up because 1) it's fucking delicious and 2) it will turn into a pile of unmanageable meat and vegetables.

I eat it with both hands like an absolute barbarian, always failing to finish before it comes apart. They have utensils, but I always end the meal eating it like finger food.

Then I clean myself up, grab some freshly baked in house cookies from their bakery next door, and then go on my way, ready to face work again.

Like, I cannot understate the hot mess slice of heaven that this sandwich is. Nor the depraved vulgarity and lack of etiquette I display when eating it in public. It is my favorite vacation tradition.

#rhinozilla personal

[batterdoodle]

what was your creative process for coming up with 🦞Lobster🦞?

Okay so, a LOT of my Spamton-related designs literally come from me going "I want to combine something with Spamton". That's happened for Pleo, Moth, Shroom, Buzz, and definitely Lobster too. I don't remember if this was the case for Widow though, he's more of a special case (for everyone else, I haven't posted Widow yet)

For Lobster, I was trying to think of like... the most obscure animal / creature I could combine with Spamton because I mostly wanted to test my designing skills and see if I could fuse the two ideas? So he honestly started out as a joke design, and his personality was initially way more different than he is now.

This is the first art I ever did of him:

I drew this in the beginning of May, so I've actually had him WAY longer than I've been posting him for. (Also lord if anyone wants to draw him please do NOT use this ref, I've made so many minor changes like his antenna and teeth / mandibles that he almost looks completely different face-wise)

He's based on those rare blue lobsters, but also based on lobsters specifically sold in grocery stores for meat.

More lore under the cut because I want to add some pictures of what I mean, be warned for some pics being stuff like lobster shell diseases and stuff:

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So the whole idea of him is that he's based on bad living conditions when it comes to animals kept in grocery stores, whether it be lobsters being held in those tanks just filled with other lobsters for food, or even the pet section where there's always a bunch of those dead fish at the top of the tanks.

Like one of these, but maybe half of the size and with a lot less lobsters in it. I'm thinking of a very specific one I used to see when I was younger but I can't find a good comparison image. Just imagine a Walmart with the tank I described above around the deli section.

I really hate generally bad care of animals even if they're intended to be eaten, so I thought playing around with the idea of a small lobster living in one of those tanks never being picked out (because when buying a lobster, who would want to buy a small one? Less meat), and being left in there for an unbelievably long time until it was bought... for a prank. I'll explain more later though there's a good synopsis of that on this post.

So Lobster, in the light world, is just a normal grocery store lobster! He's heavily inspired by this video:

He's just a normal looking lobster, like the right one:

You're probably wondering why he's blue. He's not only based on those rare blue lobsters, because Dark Worlds are shown to drastically change the colors of people who go into it, a good example being Kris's sprite turning to shades of blue. I wouldn't be surprised if a lobster being taken into a dark world would change colors too, hence why he's blue. I've actually drawn a hypothetical alt of what Lobster would look like with "normal" coloration as well:

The band on his claw is based on the bands that grocery stores use on lobsters to keep them from being snippy to people handling them / so they don't hurt other lobsters.

The orange markings are actually a disease that lobsters can develop when they're malnourished. When growing their shells and molting, lobsters use nutrients that they eat in order to regrow their shells underneath. There's a disease that looks very similar to "rusting" that deteriorates the shell. I felt that it worked really well for an accent color for him (I tried to find some less terrible looking pictures, be wary on google because some lobsters are in super rough shape):

Personality wise, he was supposed to be a lot more vulgar and rude, though now he's a lot more creature and just unknowing more than anything. There's more to him than that but this post is super long already so if you have any more questions, just feel free to send them!

#thank you so much for asking about my boy..... #lobster #my ocs #my oc #my art #i love asks about my ocs #it sometimes takes a while for me to get to them but it's because i want to give it my all in my replies because it makes me so happy that #people are interested

[skygodtraumabond]

<A video file is attached! Let me provide a transcript!>

<The video opens facing an open field with a few trees dotting it, the sunset painting the sky a tapestry of oranges and deep blues. A keen eye might be able to recognize the gently rolling hills and nearby dirt paths as those near Mesagoza in Paldea. A folding chair is set up off to the left, and Juno's mostly-silhouetted figure can be seen observing the sunset with xer Espeon curled up in xer lap.

Footsteps can be heard approaching from behind the camera. Moments later, Ray trudges into frame and plops down next to the folding chair with a quiet groan, holding a large paper bag in their hand. Their bathrobe has been tied around their waist, their hair is fraying away from their braid, and most of their body is slick with sweat, indicating a hard day's work. Juno doesn't even turn to acknowledge their existence, instead just holding out xer hand as they wordlessly reach into the bag and pass xer a sub sandwich wrapped in deli paper.

They both stare off into the distance for a minute in silence as Juno starts eating the sandwich, Ray digging into the bag and retrieving a sandwich of their own. They seem to hesitate before eating it, eyes locked on a distant tree as they wince and rub their arm. On closer inspection, their sandwich only seems to contain jam and strawberries.

Ray: ... She's still at it?

Juno: Mhm.

Ray: Figures.

They sigh as the soreness in their arm is worked out, taking a bite of their sandwich. The tree in the distance noticably shakes, something rustling in the leaves.

Juno: ... You're not mad?

Ray: Nah. I had to set most of the stuff up, sure, but... Elodie helped with some of it. It wasn't like I was alone... Besides...

Just then, Marny falls out of the tree in the distance. A flock of yellow Squakabillies take off from the tree and descend upon her as she lays on the ground, squawking angrily. One even steals her net as she flails her arms around and scrambles away.

Ray: ... She got the shorter end of the stick anyways.

Juno and Ray watch for a few minutes as Marny teaches the local wildlife some Kalosian vulgarity, silently eating their hard-earned sandwiches in peace. Reuben can be seen trying to evade the angry birds as they line up for a shot.

Ray: ... I should probably help her.

As the ex-champion wraps up their sandwich and puts it back in the bag, they stand back up with a quiet grunt as their joints audibly pop. Stretching, they take out a pokeball from their pocket. The video ends as they walk over to help Marny, whose headband has now been stolen by one of the Squakabillies.

<This transcript was provided by me, Techie! I'm a Rotom, so I might make mistakes! Let me know if I did a good job! :> >

#raytalk #pokeblogging #pokeblr #pkmn irl #johtonian body double #the pearl of kalos

[acacia-may]

Not All Heroes (OMORI Fanfiction)

Description: Kel was the type of person who tended to wear his heart on his sleeve, but even if he wasn't, his older brother, Hero, would still be able to tell something was definitely bothering him. After all, he's been silently trying to fix their broken toaster for who knows how long... Little does he know that what's troubling Kel is far above his pay grade.

OR

Hero tries his best to be a supportive older brother and help Kel process some unexpected news.

[A Post-Bad Ending AU That Takes Place (Nearly) 6 Years After the Bad Ending of OMORI]

Relationships: Hero & Kel's Brotherly Bond and Kelbrey (Romantic Kel/Aubrey) [A/N: Kelbrey is more angsty & dysfunctional here than I like to imagine them, sorry. Blame the game's bad ending.]. Some Hero & Kel & Aubrey friendship. Mentions of Hero & Kel & Aubrey & Sunny & Basil & Mari friendship and References to Past HeroMari (Romantic Hero/Mari).

Characters: Hero (POV Character), Kel, and Aubrey. Sunny, Mari, & Basil are mentioned. Hero & Kel's parents and Sally briefly appear.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Brotherly Love, Family Feels, Angst With A Hopeful Ending, Aged-Up Characters/Future Fic, Some Romance (Kelbrey), Heart To Heart Chats, Unplanned Pregnancy, Hero: The Savior of Kelbrey, Father's Day, Angsty Kel, Toasters, It Actually Has a Happy/Hopeful Ending (I Promise)

Word Count: 6945

Rating: T for some language and heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma) and some more suggestive thematic elements/implied suggestive thematic elements due to referenced pregnancy (Note: There is nothing explicit in this fic whatsoever).

Warnings: Major Spoilers for OMORI Bad Ending! Heavy themes and thematic elements (i.e. grief & healing from grief and trauma). Some language, including one (1) somewhat vulgar insult. More suggestive thematic elements/implied suggestive thematic elements due to referenced pregnancy. Implied/Referenced unplanned pregnancy. Implied/Referenced Past Character Deaths. Implied/Referenced Mental Health Issues (i.e. depression, suicide ect.). Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms. Mentioned (of age) drinking. [Disclaimer: I am not advocating for any of the kinds of dysfunction and unhealthy coping skills referenced in this fic. Please don't try this at home, kids]. More tags on AO3.

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A/N: I am clearly entering my OMORI era and also my Kel Angst era maybe? I don't know. I prefer happy Kel so I don't know why I keep writing about him being so sad, but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. I really just wanted to write in a "Post-Bad Ending" AU, I guess. Will I ever write a story in which Kel gets to be happy? This has yet to be seen. Sorry Kel.

Story below the cut. Thank you for reading! 💕

“Hey, Kel. I stopped at the grocery store on the way home. They were still out of tomato soup, but I got some potato soup that was on sale in the deli section.” Hero paused—waiting for Kel to make some obligatory joke about tomatoes and potatoes, but Kel didn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t even look up from whatever he was working on over in the living room of their apartment as Hero set the grocery bags on the counter. Maybe he didn’t hear him?

“Kel?” No answer. “Kel?” he repeated a little louder to still, no answer. “Earth to Kel…” he teased, hoping that would get his attention. When Kel didn’t respond, Hero’s brow furrowed. Usually, his brother couldn’t wait to talk his ear off as soon as he got home, but today he was strangely quiet. It was more than a little concerning. “You okay, Kel?”  

“Huh?” Kel startled nearly dropping the screwdriver he had in his hands. Hero could have sworn his face flushed for just a split second before he hurriedly replied, “Oh sorry, Hero. I didn’t hear you come in.”

That was…odd, but Hero shrugged it off. “No worries. What are you working on?”

“Oh, just taking a look at the toaster. I think there’s a problem with the electrical circuit.”  

Hero sighed. Their toaster had been on the fritz for a couple of days now, and even though Hero had suggested that they could just buy a new one, Kel had gotten into his mind that he should be able to fix it. This in and of itself wasn’t anything new. Kel could certainly be stubborn when he wanted to be, but he was usually a total chatterbox when he was working, not so engrossed in his projects that he turned uncharacteristically silent.

“Seriously, Kel. We can just buy a new one. It’s no big deal.”  

“But what if we need the money for something else?”

“Like what?” Hero’s brow furrowed as a strange look passed over Kel’s eyes.

“I dunno,” he muttered quietly, turning back to the broken toaster. Hero took a deep breath. Something was wrong—call it brother’s intuition, but he knew it.

“Hey, Kel, is…is everything okay?” he asked with a slight tilt of his head. Kel swallowed hard and fidgeted, but he didn’t answer. “Is there something going on at work?” Hero’s mind was racing. Maybe Kel’s plant was downsizing or he had made a big mistake and was in trouble or there was something going on within the company that was making him fear for his job security and his ability to afford toasters…?

“Nah. It’s not that,” answered Kel with a shrug. He looked almost relieved, and his smile returned though it wasn’t nearly as bright as usual. “I think I’m squared away there. Mr. Talbot says I’m a great welder so I can keep working for him as long as I want, and I’ve been making lots of money working third shift.” 

A smile tugged at Hero’s mouth, and he sighed with relief. He was glad Kel’s job was secure and that he seemed to be doing so well for himself now. Hero had been so worried about him after Sunny and Basil had died, but his brother had somehow found his way—thriving in trade school and finding a job he loved in manufacturing. In fact, Hero doubted he knew anyone who loved their job nearly as much as Kel. Almost every morning, whenever Hero was getting ready to head off to one of his med school classes or his clinical work at the hospital, Kel was getting back to the apartment they shared after his late shift, smiling and excitedly prattling away about mechanical things Hero couldn’t begin to understand. He wished Kel would smile now—but he looked so defeated. Something was definitely wrong. 

Hero took a deep breath. He didn’t want to press the issue, but he knew Kel was the type of person who let his worries about burdening others prevent him from opening up sometimes. Over the years, Hero had learned that his brother sometimes needed some gentle encouragement that it was okay to share whatever was on his mind, even if it wasn’t his usual brand of upbeat positivity. “Kel…are you sure everything’s okay?” 

Kel paused but didn’t look up from his toaster project. “I─I just…I’ve got a lot on my mind I guess, but I’m sure it’ll work out.” 

“If you want to talk about it, you can tell me…” Hero reassured him, but when Kel just shrugged again, he sighed. He hoped that Kel knew he could always talk to him about anything, and he just chose not to. Hero had never really known why that was—though he hoped that it wasn’t because of something he had done, that the time he had lashed out at him after Mari’s death hadn’t scarred Kel in a way that made him scared of ever opening up to him again. In the best case scenario, Hero liked to think that whatever troubled Kel was awkward for him to share with his brother and so he was just more comfortable talking to someone else about it—usually Aubrey, if Hero had to guess. 

Aubrey and Kel were thick as thieves, especially since they had lost Basil and Sunny, and Kel had told him once that they could talk about things with each other that they could never say to anyone else. Hero had never been entirely sure what they talked about, and he respectfully stayed out of it for the most part, not wanting to pry into their business. He was just grateful Kel had someone to talk to about whatever was troubling him, and it was nice to have Aubrey around their apartment all the time for meals or to watch tv or to play cards or board games. Even if he hadn’t seen much of her lately seeing as he was so busy with med school and his clinical work, he could always tell when she had been around because the place was much tidier than if he had just left Kel to his own devices. But as nice as it was to come home to the dishes done or the kitchen floor swept up or to the silly sticky-notes she’d leave on their refrigerator, Hero missed actually getting to visit with Aubrey and wished they hadn’t had alternating schedules. 

Like Kel, Aubrey also worked a late shift as a nurse at a local psychiatric hospital. She didn’t like to talk about her job much—and probably couldn’t due to HIPPA and privacy concerns—but Hero couldn’t help but wonder if she chose that line of work to try to prevent another Sunny or Basil from… He swallowed hard and pushed the thought away. They had only discussed it once, very briefly when she first started working in a juvenile psych ward, but he would never forget what she said: “I just kept thinking that someday I’ll finally understand why—what could have possibly led them to think that was the only…”—her voice had hitched—“But I don’t think I’ll ever really know, you know, Hero?”

He had known, and, if he was being honest, he was still trying to make sense of it all himself even all these years later. He was proud of Aubrey for taking that on and trying her best to make a difference to people who were suffering in that way, especially since he knew he would never have the strength for it himself. He avoided psychological topics like the plague, and there was nothing in the world that could make him take a psychiatry residency after he graduated medical school—it just hit too close to home. Even sitting here and trying to help Kel with whatever was troubling him would probably keep him up all night with worry. Aubrey was much stronger—much better at this kind of thing than him. That’s probably why Kel felt like he could talk to her about anything. Maybe they could invite her over for pizza and a game of Jenga and she could help Kel through whatever he was going through. 

“Or maybe you could call Aubrey?” Hero suggested when Kel didn’t respond. Kel flinched—something sad passing over his eyes, and Hero’s insides twisted. Had he said something wrong? 

“Aubrey…” Kel fidgeted, before beginning to tinker with the toaster again. “Aubrey hasn’t been talking to me. She said she needed some space, and I’ve been trying to respect that, it’s just been hard.” 

“Did you two have a fight?” Hero’s brow furrowed. Sure, they still bickered with each other, teased and bantered with each other sometimes, but as far as he knew they hadn’t had a real, actual fight with each other in years. 

“Not really, but…” Kel swallowed. “I think I really messed up this time.” With a sigh, he set the broken toaster and his tools down on the coffee table, and he ran a hand through his unruly hair.

“Aubrey’s your friend,” reassured Hero. “I’m sure she will forgive you eventually. Have you tried apologizing?” 

“Well yeah, of course, I did, but like I said she won’t really talk to me…” He paused and swallowed hard. “Except for today. She called and said she wanted to meet up this morning. I was going to tell her how sorry I was for everything and maybe ask her to get some dinner with me or something but then—then she…” Kel stopped. He fumbled around for something in his pocket before pulling out a small square of paper. “She gave me this.” 

Hero’s eyes widened as he stared at the paper in Kel’s hand. The picture was blurry in grainy black and white, but it was unmistakable to Hero. After all, he must have looked through hundreds of similar ultrasounds during his unit on obstetrics. Still, he couldn’t even begin to wrap his head around it. He choked on his words though he wasn’t even sure what he was trying to say.   

“It’s a sonogram.” Kel paused pointing at the grainy picture. “See, that’s the head, and there’s an arm. Aubrey said the technician laughed because it looked like he was waving at them.” 

“Aubrey’s…uh…that is…she’s…um…is she…?” Hero’s face flushed, and he stopped abruptly. He couldn’t say it. It made it too real.

Kel, however, must have caught on well enough to his rambled half-sentences, and he hummed and nodded in agreement though a sheepish smile twitched in the corners of his mouth. “Yeah… she’s—uh—having a baby. She says she’s due near Mari’s birthday, in March.” 

“I…I didn’t even know she was in a relationship…” 

“I don’t think she is”—Kel cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders slightly—“ Or maybe she is. I don’t know. She hasn’t really talked to me in a while.” 

“Is…is the father…?” Hero stammered, halfway hoping Kel would cut him off. It seemed like too personal a question and probably none of his business, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. 

Kel bit his lip and stared off at the wall as he rubbed his hand across the nape of his neck. “Oh—uh, so…funny story about that…” His cheeks flushed, and Hero could feel his own face begin to burn. He swallowed hard. No. There was no way… 

“Kel─” he barely managed to choke out, blinking at him in disbelief. 

“Uh, yeah so…” Kel sort of shrugged his shoulders before he chuckled lightly, awkwardly. “This is my kid. I’m gonna be a dad—pretty wild, huh?” he said with far more nonchalance than the situation warranted. Kel sighed down at the sonogram before holding out the paper to Hero. “And I guess that means this is your nephew or niece, right? It’s a little unbelievable honestly, and I’m kind of freaking out to tell you the truth.” 

Hero could only blink at him in disbelief before he pressed his palm to his forehead, trying to remind himself to take deep, shaky breaths. “Kel…I…What? How?” he tripped hurriedly over his words. 

“You’re really close to being a doctor, Hero. You really expect me to believe you don’t know where babies come from?” 

Hero choked—blushing a beet red. “No, uh, that’s not what I meant!” he frantically replied. He paused, trying his best to clear his parched throat. “I just meant that you and…and Aubrey…” His face flushed an even deeper red. Aubrey was a very private person about everything, especially her personal life, but Hero didn’t think she had ever had a serious relationship. Up until this moment, he would have sworn that Kel certainly hadn’t, and, as far as he knew, he wasn’t out there hooking up with a bunch of girls either. Then again, what did he know? He was just his older brother. Kel could be a real ladies’ man or maybe he had been secretly in a relationship with Aubrey this entire time and hadn’t told anyone for some reason or…? Hero’s head whirled. He didn’t know what to think. He supposed it was really none of his business, but the words tumbled out in his desperate attempts to make sense of what he was hearing. “Are you two…um…dating?” 

“I don’t think so. I wish she’d let me take her on a date, but she’s just been avoiding me ever since we…uh, well, you know…” Kel scratched the back of his neck and let out a long, heavy sigh before he shook his head. He cleared his throat and something almost helpless and genuinely remorseful passed over his eyes. “Listen, I─I really, really messed up, Hero. I don’t even know what I was thinking—I probably wasn’t thinking anything, and now…now this is just such a mess and I─I don’t know what to do…” 

“Do you…uh…want to talk about it?” He tripped over his words, sheepish and awkward. He was sure it wasn’t his place and truthfully didn’t really want to know, but he could tell Kel desperately needed to get it all off his chest and if the last decade had taught them anything, it was that carrying a burden alone, crumbling under the weight of it, could destroy a person. He had already lost Mari, Sunny, and Basil in this way—he didn’t want to lose Kel too, didn’t want him to suffer alone. “I’m here. If you ever…” His voice trailed, but Kel tilted his head with a conceding sigh. 

“It was a couple months ago,” he began. There was a certain relief that passed over his face when he started talking as if he had been desperately wanting to tell someone this story for a long, long time, and knowing Kel as well as he did, Hero could only imagine how hard it was for him to keep it a secret for months. “She was really, really sad since the anniversary was coming up. It’s been 5 years since Basil…” He stopped. “And 6 years since Sunny…and 10 since Mari…” His voice trailed. “It’s just a lot, you know? So she came over and we sat and talked about it for a long time, and she was really, really broken up. I probably should’ve stopped her from drinking with me, I just…I hate it when she cries, and she thought it would make her feel better. But I think it just made us stupid.”

He sighed and shook his head. “It was getting really late. You were still at the hospital or school or somewhere…and I was just listening to her and sometimes talking too—the details are all kind of fuzzy but eventually she started saying something about how she doesn’t have anybody—Mari and Basil and Sunny and her dad, they all just left her and now she’s all alone. And I just wanted her to feel better. I told her that she has me, you know? But I know that probably doesn’t mean a lot coming from me—nobody really needs me…” He shrugged his shoulders and tried to laugh it off, but Hero could see the pain in his eyes before he sighed again. “I know, I know it was a sucky thing for me to do, but when she said she needed me, I─I just…I don’t know…I just…kissed her and—she kissed me back. And then I kissed her back and…I don’t know if it was the alcohol or that we were sad or just both things, everything, but well… one thing led to another…” 

Kel cleared his throat, and Hero sighed with relief that his brother had cut himself off there. He didn’t want to interrupt Kel or make him feel like he couldn’t share, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he was somehow invading his and Aubrey’s privacy. There were certain things brothers just shouldn’t ever know about each other. 

“It was huge mistake, and I felt so guilty about it the next day, like I took advantage of how broken up she was. She said it was what she wanted, but I just don’t think she would have wanted me if she was completely sober and wasn’t so upset, you know?” He let out a long and heavy sigh. “I tried to apologize to her, but she said she’d rather just forget about it—chalk it up to stupid drunk mistakes and unhealthy coping or whatever and just never talk about it again. I said that was okay, but I just kept thinking about it—not in a weird way, just in an ‘I really wished I could do things over and take her out on a real date’ kind of way. Seriously, the very next day I was planning to ask if she’d let me buy her breakfast or something, but she had totally disappeared when I woke up and like I said, she wouldn’t really talk to me after so…” 

Kel sighed and ran a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath. “I’m such an idiot and now…now she’s…” He shook his head in disbelief. “I almost didn’t believe it when she told me, but she had this picture and everything…” He gripped the sonogram until his knuckles began to turn white. “She had this video too—on her phone.” As Kel paused, his face began to soften, and a smile twitched in the corners of his mouth—”It was actually kinda cool. The baby was really wiggling around and stuff. I thought that maybe…maybe he’d be kinda athletic like me—or she would, if it’s a girl.” He somehow managed a shaky chuckle. “You could hear the heartbeat too—sounded really strong…” Kel’s voice trailed as he ran a hand through his hair and took several shallow, shaky breaths. “Shit, Hero. What am I gonna do?”

Kel buried his face in his hands, and Hero’s chest ached. He scrambled to try to think of something to say to comfort Kel, but all he could think about was whether he had ever seen his brother so scared before. He couldn’t even imagine what he was feeling right now—the complicated emotions—the disbelief, the fears, the uncertainty, the guilt and the helplessness that must have been eating away at him since he had found out about the baby. 

“I feel terrible—like I’ve ruined her life and probably ruined the kid’s life or at least I’m gonna ruin it eventually because I don’t have any idea what I’m doing. I don’t know anything about being a parent—I can barely take care of myself.” 

“I’m sure Mom and Dad could give you some advice…”

Kel interrupted him with a groan, muttering a string of curses under his breath before throwing up his hands. “I didn’t even think about them. They’re gonna kill me.”

“I’m sure they’re not going to…um…” Hero stopped. “Listen, Mom and Dad care about you. They’re probably going to be surprised, but I think they’ll be supportive and helpful.” Hero tried to muster a reassuring smile. “I mean…Sally was a surprise to them, right?”

“They had Sally after being married for almost 20 years, Hero. I haven’t even taken Aubrey on a real date. These are not the same things.” Kel huffed but shook his head waving his hands around in frustration. Hero could tell by the look in his eyes that he was spiraling. “Oh, Sally… I wasn’t thinking about her either. She’s gonna be more like a sister than an aunt, and what are Mom and Dad even going to tell her? Like ‘Hey, Sally, guess what, your big brother’s a manwhore. He’s a baby daddy now.’”

“K—Kel!” spluttered a red-faced Hero. “They’re not going to say that, especially not to Sally.”

“What if they take it out on Aubrey?” Kel cut him off, gesturing wildly with his hands, clearly spiraling too much to listen to him. “What are people gonna say about her? What are they gonna think? Especially the church ladies—they’re gonna whisper and gossip about her and think terrible, awful things, and it’s all my fault.”

“Listen, Kel, you can’t control what other people think, okay?” Hero tried to reassure him, politely failing to mention that Kel had much more important things to worry about than the church ladies. “And…”

“And Aubrey said her mom told her not to bother coming home if she ever got pregnant,” The words raced out of Kel’s mouth, faster than Hero thought he could even think them. “And—and Kim…oh shit, Hero, she wants to cut off—”

“Calm down,” interjected Hero placing both hands squarely on Kel’s shoulders until he was looking at him with wide, frightened eyes. Hero took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down too. It wouldn’t do Kel any good if he also started spiraling into a tornado of worries. “Okay? It’s going to be okay. Take a couple of deep breaths. The most important thing right now is Aubrey—how is Aubrey?” Hero paused, but Kel only blinked at him so he prompted,  “I’m sure she’s…she’s scared too, right? Has she been sick?”

“She’s not sick, Hero. She’s pregnant.”

He buried his face in his hand—willing himself not to roll his eyes. “Yes, Kel…” he said with a heavy sigh. “I know that. I just…meant…has she been feeling sick because she’s pregnant?”

“Oh.” With a thoughtful tilt of his head, Kel’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know. I didn’t think to ask that.” He pressed his palm to his forehead and shook his head. “I’m so bad at this.”

“It’s—it’s okay, Kel…” Hero reached out his hand to pat his brother’s shoulder, but Kel jerked away from him.

“No, it isn’t.” His face fell, and he sighed despondently. “This whole thing is just terrible—I feel like such a screw up. If I was just more careful or a better person, I wouldn’t have messed up and gotten her pregnant in the first place. If I really cared about her, I would’ve just called her a ride or something. I bet that’s what you would have done—you’d have been a gentleman, made sure she got home safe. You’d probably never even be in this situation, with anyone…” 

“Well…uh…,” Hero stumbled unsure of how exactly to respond to that. He didn’t really want to be involved, and he certainly didn’t think that comparison to him was warranted. He couldn’t even imagine wanting to be in a relationship with anyone—not anymore, not since Mari… He stopped—swallowing hard and ignoring that pang in his chest. He couldn’t even imagine kissing another woman. Let alone… He cleared his throat and awkwardly fidgeted with his hands. He supposed Kel was right. He probably would have never been in this situation—he was way above his pay grade here. 

“Listen, Kel…” he began, hoping he would think of something comforting to say if he just started fumbling his way through his words. “Don’t beat yourself up. I know it’s really scary, but it’s going to be okay. What’s important now is that you need to do right by Aubrey and the baby. You need to take responsibility and care of them.” 

“I know, and I want to—really. I just…I don’t know what I should do…,” Kel continued, a certain helplessness creeping into his voice. “I asked Aubrey if she thought we should get married or something…” He paused. “She said she’d think about it…” As Kel bit his lip, his face fell, and he fidgeted with his hands. He looked defeated—almost wounded. Even so, he managed an awkward chuckle as he scratched the nape of his neck. “I completely understand if she doesn’t want to marry me though. She can probably do a lot better. I just—I didn’t know what else to do…” 

“I’m sure it’s not about you personally, Kel. She probably just doesn’t want a shotgun wedding, you know?” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Kel sighed. “But I don’t think it would be just a shotgun wedding, you know?” 

“Would you have wanted to marry her even if she wasn’t─?” His voice cracked. He was still struggling to say it. 

“Maybe…someday—probably farther in the future after we actually went out, you know? We haven’t even been on a real date before.” He sighed and pressed his hand wearily to his forehead again. “I feel like I need to buy her some noodles or a piece of cake or something before we have a kid. She deserves a real date and a real relationship and stuff…Probably a real proposal too. I didn’t even have a ring or anything. I just kind of panicked.” 

“Kel…uh…” Hero stopped himself before he stammered ‘slow down.’ “Are you…? Uh…Do you love Aubrey?” 

“I dunno—maybe. Probably.” He sighed. “I just never really thought about it, you know? I just didn’t think she was ever gonna be into me, so I figured it would be best not to even consider it. But…I dunno… she’s pretty amazing.” His mouth curved into a smile, and there was something almost wistful in his eyes. “She’s honest and funny and kinda spunky—and her nose gets all wrinkly when she laughs”—he chuckled, then sighed—“Ever since Sunny and Basil died, she’s been the closest person in the world to me besides you. I’ve told her stuff I could never tell anyone else—all kinds of stuff about me and how I feel, even the bad stuff—and she still talks to me after. And—I dunno—it’s kind of like she sees something in me that nobody else does. I can’t stop thinking about her, and I want to be with her all the time and…I just want to make her happy—” Kel stopped and took a deep breath, shaking his head as if he had finally realized what Hero had figured out about five sentences ago. “Damn…I’m a moron.”

Hero stifled a chuckle before he ruffled his little brother’s hair with a gentle smile. “You’re just in love.”

Kel blushed. “You really think so?”

Hero shrugged his shoulders and nodded—the understatement of the century seeing as he never even realized Kel could look so besotted or lovesick, especially not about Aubrey of all people. Sure, he teased them a little from time to time, as older siblings tend to do, but he probably would have never treated it like such a joke if he had the slightest inkling Kel was harboring real, genuine feelings for her. To see how his face lit up just now when talked about her, Hero, honestly, felt pretty stupid for not having realized it before.

Kel’s smile had all but faded, and he buried his face in his hands, cursing under his breath again. “I have really, really messed this up…” he mumbled. “I’ll be lucky if she’ll even talk to me again.”

“She’s going to have to talk to you, Kel. You’re having a kid together…” Hero froze. The words felt so heavy—so real. Kel and Aubrey were having a baby. They were going to be the parents of a real, actual child. It was hard to believe.

“That poor, kid…” Kel sighed, then stumbled hurriedly. “I mean, Aubrey’s great—she’ll be an awesome mom, but the baby’s gonna be stuck with me for a dad. I’m probably gonna mess him up or something.”  

“Hey, don’t say that,” interrupted Hero. “You are both going to be great parents. This might not be the best situation, but that kid is going to be so lucky to have you and I know you’re going to be an amazing dad.”

“I dunno…”

“You are,” Hero insisted as he wrapped his arm around Kel’s shoulders. Kel rolled his eyes, but Hero’s mouth curved into a kind, gentle smile as he continued, “I can just see it, Kel. No one will be able to get your kid to laugh like you do—you’ll put party hats over your eyes or smash cake in your face just to see him smile. You’ll have splash fights for hours at the beach or push her so high on the swings that she’ll swear she can reach the moon. If your kid ever wants to try a sport like you, you’ll cheer louder and more enthusiastically than all the other parents at every single game. You’ll tell the best bedtime stories and come up with the most fun games to play. You’ll teach her how to throw a baseball and how to always win at cards. You’ll sit with him and listen when he’s sad, and you’d stop the world to make him happy again.”

Hero gave his brother a reassuring pat on the back before he sighed, “I know that this is a really tough situation and that it’s not always going to be easy. I don’t know how things are all going to work out, but there is no doubt in my mind that you are going to love that kid no matter what.” He gently pushed the sonogram back towards Kel. “I can tell you already do.”  

“You…you really think so?” asked Kel, a blush filling his cheeks as he fidgeted with the sonogram in his hands.

“I know it,” said Hero, nodding several times for good measure.

Kel’s mouth twitched into a slight smile as he stared down at the sonogram. “You know, in the middle of all this freaking out I’ve been doing, I…I was thinking about all the cool things we could do together—me and the kid. I could teach him how to play basketball or baseball. We could eat watermelon in the summertime or build sandcastles. Maybe I could build a treehouse someday, and she could play in it with her friends.” Something panged in Hero’s chest, and from the look in Kel’s eyes, he knew he was thinking the same thing—remembering those bittersweet moments from their own childhoods back when all of their friends were still together. “Wouldn’t it be kind of great if someday we could take the kid to all our favorite places from when we were kids? Maybe we can bury him in the sand at the beach like we did with Sunny, or teach her how to make flower crowns like Mari taught us, or take silly Polaroids together like Basil, or have picnics”—his voice hitched before it grew soft, quiet—“I wish they were here...”

Hero pulled his brother closer to him and leaned his head on his shoulder as he took long, shaky breaths. There were some kinds of pain that never really left a person—the loss of a friend was one of them. Even after all these years, his heart ached thinking about Sunny, Basil, and Mari. “I know…” he said. “Me too.”

“Aubrey says they know. She told them first. She said she was so upset and confused when she took the test that she just got in her car and started driving—she didn’t know where she was going until she was at the church. She went to visit them, at the cemetery and told them everything, though she was sure they probably already knew.” He paused, a light chuckle reverberating in his chest. “She said she felt so much better afterwards—knew she wanted to raise the baby and bring him or her back there someday, even if she had to do it without me.” Kel swallowed hard. His breath hitched, and Hero could feel his shoulders begin to shake as his voice grew quiet. “I don’t want her to have to do that alone. I want to be there—to be a dad. To take care of the baby and take care of her…”   

Hero’s expression softened as he comfortingly patted Kel’s shoulder. “That’s what’s great about you, Kel. You want to fix things. You want to take care of people and make them happy—to do the right thing.”

Kel sniffled wiping his nose on his shirt sleeve, but a lopsided, bittersweet smile twitched in the corners of his mouth. “I just wish I knew what ‘the right thing’ was…” He sighed with a somewhat helpless shrug of his shoulders. “What do you think I should do, Hero?”

“Well…” Hero sighed. “I really think you should be honest with Aubrey about how you’re feeling—the good and the bad stuff. She’s probably really scared too, so you should encourage her that you’re not going to go anywhere and promise that you’ll be there for her and for your kid so she won’t have to do this alone. Then, the two of you are going to have to sort out the rest together, but I think it’ll be easier to do that after you’ve had an honest conversation.” Kel nodded, and Hero shrugged his shoulders. “And eventually you’ll have to tell Mom and Dad because they will figure it out…But that’s good for a start, right?”

Kel blinked at him—words of gratitude that he couldn’t say glistening in his eyes as he nodded. “Yeah, that’s good.” His smile brightened as he immediately stood up from the sofa and rushed over to his car keys hanging by the front door.

“Hey…uh…what are…?”

“I’m going to go talk to her—right now,” he exclaimed with a certain determination.

“Well…I didn’t mean you had to go over right now,” stumbled Hero. “Maybe you should text her first and ask if it’s a good time…”

“That’s okay. I’ll call her on the way,” Kel chuckled before he paused. “Oh I almost forgot.” He fumbled around with the sonogram in his hands before proudly hanging it on the refrigerator with a magnet. Kel beamed at it before turning back to Hero and pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re gonna be the best uncle, you know?”

“I’ll try my best,” quipped Hero as he wrapped his arms around his brother.

“Thank you…” Kel’s voice was so quiet, Hero almost couldn’t hear him. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome,” he whispered before Kel pat him on the back and took off through the doorway.

Once Kel had gone, Hero stared at his phone for a long, long time debating whether or not he should text Aubrey and give her a heads up that Kel was on his way over, especially since this may or may not have been because he misinterpreted his advice. Eventually, he decided it was probably not his place to meddle, and he decided to fix himself some food instead. As he walked over to the refrigerator, he stared at the sonogram Kel had hung up, and he smiled.

One day that refrigerator would be covered in pictures. Another sonogram—several actually, of increasingly better quality. A photo of Hero stifling his laughter at an unamused and heavily pregnant Aubrey’s shirt that said, “Don’t Eat Watermelon Seeds” which Kel was so proud to have found himself. One of Kel, happier than he had ever been in his life, as he held his son for his first time. Of Aubrey practically beaming with the baby during a picnic they all took together in the park. Of Hero dressing his nephew up in a onesie that looked like a dinosaur or holding his tiny hands as he crooned to old records turned lullabies or taking him for a walk in the rain under an umbrella. Snapshots of the life of a little boy who Aubrey playfully teased was far too adorable for someone who looked so much like Kel, and who Kel would be the first to tell anyone was his whole world—the best thing that ever could’ve happened to him. The most loved little boy in all of Faraway Town who showed his Uncle Hero—who showed all of them that they could be happy again.

Hero’s phone dinged. It was a message from Aubrey. It read: “You know don’t you?”

He chuckled sheepishly to himself as he picked up his phone to respond and watched the bouncing ellipses of her typing a follow up text, but as he read it, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you.”

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Epilogue:  

One Year Later…

“I want to hold him! I want to hold him!” exclaimed Sally excitedly, practically doting on her new nephew as he was rocked to sleep by an equally doting grandma. Kel smiled but shushed her gently.

“Gentle, Sally. He’s trying to sleep—we have to appreciate those opportunities when we’ve got ‘em,” he teased with a wink in Aubrey’s general direction. There was a certain affection to the way she rolled her eyes that made Hero stifle a chuckle. By this point, he was fairly convinced he was never not going to find her and Kel’s banter with each other cute, even or perhaps especially if it continued to annoy them. Despite his best efforts to hide it, however, he knew Aubrey saw the way his mouth had twitched into a smile, and she quirked an eyebrow at him before cutting another piece of the cake they had brought over to his parents’ house for Father’s Day.

“You want another piece of cake, Hero?” she asked, that gold band in the shape of an infinity symbol clanging against the ceramic plate as she held it out to him.

“No thanks,” he replied politely. “I’ve already had one, and I’m already stuffed from dinner. Looks like Dad is too.” He laughed as he glanced over at his father who was dozing off in his new recliner—the perfect gift, all thanks to Aubrey.

Aubrey chuckled but sighed. “He’s definitely got the right idea. I wish that was me.”

“Really? I feel great,” interjected Kel excitedly. “We got six hours of sleep in a row last night! I may have actually cried a little when I woke up this morning.”

“Dork,” teased Aubrey with a playful roll of her eyes, but her mouth twitched up in the corners.

“Your dork,” Kel corrected. “Forever.” He laughed, smugly wiggling the fingers of his left hand to her. He even pointed at his ring a couple of times for good measure, but when she just blinked at him unamused, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.

“Kel…” she huffed, then turned to glare at Hero who could no longer stifle his laughter. “You’re making Hero uncomfortable.”

“Are you kidding? This is adorable. I wish I had a camera,” Hero teased in his dry way. Aubrey sighed, but, seemingly, decided to change the subject.

“We have something for you,” she said, disentangling herself from Kel’s hug. “Don’t we, Kel…”

“Oh yeah, that’s right!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded greeting card envelope. Aubrey pressed her palm to her forehead and shook her head.

“I thought you said you were going to take care of it.”

“I did,” Kel insisted. “It’s right here.”

Aubrey let out a long and heavy sigh as Kel unfolded the greeting card and handed it to Hero.

“Thank you,” he said as he took it with a kindhearted smile. “I’m sure it’s great. But I don’t understand why you’re giving me…”

“It’s Father’s Day,” Kel cut him off with an emphatic nod as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hero’s brow furrowed. “Happy Father’s Day or uh—Uncle’s Day…or uh—Godfather’s Day…That works, right?” Kel looked to Aubrey for reassurance, but she was mid-facepalm muttering about how she really needed that nap. “Well, whatever it’s your first one as an Uncle-Godfather, so it’s special.”

“We also wanted to thank you,” added Aubrey with a gentle smile as she glanced over at her sleeping son who was currently being handed to a very excited Aunt Sally. “For everything.”

Hero smiled at Aubrey and Kel, before carefully opening the greeting card. It took him all of 5 seconds to realize Kel had probably picked it out given the bright colors and the joke about uncles being like superheroes. Inside were the punchline and the words “Happy Father’s Day,” as well as a gift card to his favorite coffee shop.

Smiling, he looked up to offer his gratitude and thanks, when he caught sight of a personalized message scrawled at the bottom of the card. His smile widened, and he could feel a tear prickling in the corner of his eye as he read the words: “Not All Heroes Wear Capes.”

#hero & kel: brotherly feels #kelbrey #omori kelbrey #omori baseball #omori baseball bat #i want out of kelbrey hell #why am i like this #send help #my omori fanfiction #omori spoilers #thank you for reading!

[screamingreek]

Come find out why they call me the Screaming Greek! This Saturday, come see my band, Vulgar Deli as we celebrate our 25th anniversary at Montreal's Barfly! With guests Conditions Apply! #vulgardeli #conditionsapply #vulgar_deli #montrealmusic #montrealmusicscene #montrealpunk #montrealhardcore #screaminggreek #punk #punkrock #hardcoremusic (at Montreal, Quebec) https://www.instagram.com/p/CostW0Dv4Mj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#vulgardeli #conditionsapply #vulgar_deli #montrealmusic #montrealmusicscene #montrealpunk #montrealhardcore #screaminggreek #punk #punkrock #hardcoremusic

[destinylightsup-2006]

Okay, I know I did this twice just like I remake a little about me, so, I decided I'd used @innocent-angel-girl's bio she made for me on Discord. Anyways, I decided to name my Jemling Gilbert, and equip a Serenity Crystal too. And I kinda made it a bit short to fit in.

Close Friends/Friends that I often communicate much with them.

Simphoni

Seyvert

Rosaline Faith Heartglow / @innocent-angel-girl

Marta Ceccanti / @martaceccantiworld

Bria D./Hatari / @kuukuualchemistjuku

Dark Fairy

Ced

Chey / @askcheyandfriends

Vabessa

Jayson / @jj2k20

Deli / @delicatethefox

Zero Experience

Gianluca Ruger / @gianlucarueger2002

Kylie / @kylievershion

Jedidiah Daigle

Samantha

Colleen

Molly

Diego

Neoshi

Friends/Regular good friends.

Rikadiah

Arwen Bourne

StarKid

Otto / @staragain101

Juan Jose

Amanda (DarkFairy1999)

Eriy (DarkFairy1999)

Mylai the Ghostfire (Ced145)

Candy (Pretty Cure)

Gingerbrave (Cookie Run)

Kirby

Edd, Matt and Tom (Eddsworld)

Steven Universe

Sailor Moon

Mario

Sonic the Hedgehog

Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin')

Girlfriend (Friday Night Funkin')

K.O.U (Glitchdroid)

Poppy (Poppy Playtime)

Enemies/Rivals

Dreadlock (Arch-Nemesis)

Mucida, Neplacut and Brute (2nd Arch-enemies)

Vulgarous

Queen Mahogany

Technaz

Rosera Doubt Heartbreaker (@innocent-angel-girl)

Princess Nora (@martaceccantiworld)

Purple Marta (@martaceccantiworld)

Aubri A./Zatari (@BriaDDraws)

Midnight Fairy (DarkFairy1999)

DarkCed (Ced145)

DarkChey (@askcheyandfriends)

Midnight Darkness (Vabessa2006)

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Cookie Run)

Tord (Eddsworld)

Mommy Long Legs (Poppy Playtime)

Dark Meta Knight (Kirby)

Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Niles (SMG4)

Infinite (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Rules:

Credit me when using

Do not steal my art without permission

Do not trace my art

Do not report

No pedophilia

No Incest

No homophobia/transphobia

Definitely no sexual/erotic Roleplaying

Please respect everything what's featured

(NOTE: I do not own everything, except my persona, Simphoni, Seyvert, Rikadiah, Dreadlock, Mucida, Neplacut, Brute, Vulgarous, Queen Mahogany, and Technaz, All Credit goes to Everybody else and rightful owners that I used and mentioned.

Me, myself and I (albeit persona), Simphoni, Seyvert, Rikadiah, Dreadlock, Mucida, Neplacut, Brute, Vulgarous, Queen Mahogany, and Technaz belong to me.

Rosaline herself and Rosera Doubt Heartbreaker belong to @innocent-angel-girl

Marta herself, Princess Nora, and Purple Marta belong to @martaceccantiworld

Bria herself, and Aubri A./Zatari belong to @kuukuualchemistjuku 

Dark Fairy herself, Amanda, Eri, and Midnight Darkness belong to DarkFairy1999 

Ced herself, Mylai the Ghostfire, and DarkCed belong to Ced145 

Chey herself, and DarkChey belong to @askcheyandfriends

Vabessa herself, and Midnight Darkness belong to Vabessa2006 

Jayson himself belongs to @jj2k20 

Deli herself belongs to @delicatethefox

Zero Experience himself belongs to Zexperience 

Gianluca himself belongs to @gianlucarueger2002

Kylie herself belongs to @kylievershion

Jedidiah Daigle himself belongs to Reaperental 

Samantha herself belongs to SamanthaBaez21 

Colleen herself belongs to DesueDraws 

Molly herself belongs to MixelMolly1

Diego himself belongs to DiegoSandovalLopez 

Neoshi herself belongs to NeonFluffyMoon1 

Arwen herself belongs to ArwenTheCuteWolfGirl 

StarKid himself belongs to StarKidGalaxy05 

Otto themself belongs to @staragain101

Juan Jose himself belongs to JJproduction297 

Also, if I didn't add you here, forgive me, and please don't you ever say, "Where am I?", "Why am I not in it?" or "Please include me", because that would make you look yourself like an egotist and I'd be quite annoyed if you lot don't read the section that I written here, it's my choice and it's my decision to what I like to do. And please respect everything what I added.

#DestinyLightsUP-2006 #simphoni #seyvert #dreadlock

[the-firebird69]

Fast Car

I find your attitude to be particularly repulsive but what these people did to you was trying to be fairly repulsive under pressure and extremely aggressive and needy when they take stuff away and they do it on purpose. And handed to someone else is really your dick in your balls and figuratively and actually now through all of this with all this heinous activity and I wasn't brought up this way massive amounts of idiocy and death and violence I do see what they're doing quite simply and it's really vulgar but I still am retaining myself and they can't ever take it away. This is I don't think a Man and she seen it to issue a subtle warning to man not to be such assholes and to tone it down however the transplants I don't feel that something they're doing I don't think that they're right with what they say about it and the stem cells don't come from there. They're grown there and they're separate they come from intestines and and there is some horrific doctor and group of doctors probably at the hospitals and they're Max and they're disgusting pigs they want to put me there and threaten me and they're all out of line. But this song is something of the history of my wife and I and she was the checkout kind of girl when I was working at the deli and she's watching because her sister was in the deli and it's harsh and people watching her and not everybody knew about her no hardly anyone but then she was saying she's helping me a lot with this did a fast car won't do it or a black car doesn't get you money she's been saying that a lot lately it's a vehicle and so they get that and it does not get your money for the most part unless you're trying to this is very helpful code did you and this is a little bit off of what reality is but women get disrespected a lot it should take care of it really you know now that they're not doing that and it's horrific so with that said I guess the pseudo empire's movie in and the max will think I'm more susceptible and they don't know what they're talking about it's another group of you guys but they're much more impressive actually both groups are what's a Max or terrible but these guys make horrendous decisions because of them

Zues Hera

Is exactly right my boys make some decisions which are wrong and continue doing it like Timmy Doyle that's an ass tonight s*** that's for dogs and donkeys and stuff find yard animals barnyard animals you stick them into it you don't stick to yourself.

I found this song to be so interesting and emotionally tearing that I had to look at it and it's about Billy z partially but it's really about our friend having some kind of fast car it means everything and it does say it he said it to her a while ago said it does use it does have an effect but he pulled his car stuff with Jen and that's what Jen says is I'm black and she did this with her Lily it's really profound the sound of the music is so haunting and she's loving person and helps him now she's going to have motivation if you'll see a lot of women do it if she get mad and she want the lightning bolts back

Mac daddy

Olympus so the sun says a daughter pretty soon we'll have it so we can throw by hand and they're horrified. We're going to work on this and it's an idea but we are going to put it forwards I will tell you what it's approved and a lot of us are saying yes and we will proceed and put the sale as listed and proposed to land is sold even though it's not for sale we will sleep in for when it's going to be four

Nuada Arrianna

As I said in the stone but okay it's still in roofs and there are much harder yeah they're f*** her roofs bunker at roofs we're doing ahead now and we are going to load up the cad system with the palace and down the road and we're going to go through the process and argue about the changes and see what you guys think up it ought to be nice and it says it will I got a lot of stuff to go over but boy this is great

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

#Youtube

[brainrot-buffet]

Hi! Just here to say I adore your Modern AU with all my heart cause the crew was just taken away from us way too soon </3 I also saw your Claggor x reader work and wondered if you would write a Mylo x reader one too? Preferably in the Modern AU and you can decide if it’s already dating or getting together <3

Oh man. You guys don't know how many Mylo x Reader ideas I have just sitting in my drafts. I make them when I cry about the huge lack of content for him, not to mention how much slander this guy gets. Therefore, this post sounds more like a long scenario told in headcanon form in order to feed every Mylo stan for a while, I mean this is Brainrot Buffet for a reason ;-;

Notes: Fluff, mild mention of Cupcakke

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Mylo x GN!Reader Headcanons (Modern AU)

Mylo needs someone patient and forgiving, someone willing to be open-minded whenever he says something not everyone's ready to hear, and takes time to understand why he is the way he is

People weren't so kind to him as a kid; He learned at a young age that the world doesn't give a fuck about you, so it's best not to give a fuck in return and flip it off (this is why middle fingers are his favorite symbol)

He shields himself by becoming a sarcastic loudmouth with an egotistic exterior — AKA a person who doesn't have a lot of friends outside his own siblings

In short, it's gonna take some time for Mylo to truly warm up to you

You befriended him after the two of you got paired up for a group project; Spending a while on it together made him realize that you two get along well, so he decided to continue annoying talking to you afterwards

He'd have an easier time opening up talking to someone just as opinionated and snarky as he is; Bonus points if you're non-judgemental, don't take his words too seriously, and know when to tell him to shut up

Ngl, he was expecting you to stop talking to him when he says something in front of you that's considered "controversial" by social standards (that's actually a good word to describe him: controversial but correct)

One day, he whispered to you that a pretentious classmate's violin playing was shit despite the entire class excessively praising them for their "talent"

Mylo realized what he said too late and immediately froze, mentally cursing himself for potentially losing ANOTHER new friend

Then, he heard you snort, and GIGGLE

You whisper back trying to suppress your wide grin, "I thought I was the only one thinking that!"

That day marks the start of Mylo gradually allowing himself to let his walls down for you

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Once he gets comfortable as friends, Mylo doesn't hesitate to tease you every chance he gets; You'll often have friendly banter and jokingly roast each other (He's going easy on you though, he's not as unhinged as he is with Powder)

You both learned how to skateboard together, buy bagels and soda from local delis after school, sneak onto the school's rooftop to draw vulgar imagery and Mylo's face on the walls, have karaoke nights on his laptop in his room, etc.

Constantly sends you Snaps and DMs you on Discord/Insta, spamming you with weird memes or TikToks he thinks you'll like; Added you to the Vander Crew Discord server where he makes you join voice chats with him, both of you staying up late to talk about anything and everything

During class work hours, lunch periods, subway rides to and from school, or when you're doing homework together, he shares his airpods with you so you can both listen to stuff on Spotify

He puts on Cupcakke at max volume just to try getting you to laugh in the middle of class; "D**pth***t" starts playing on his airpods and he just grins at you while wiggling his eyebrows

He keeps tons of pictures of both of you on his phone; Sometimes he'll find himself looking at your pics for a few seconds too long, causing him to get flustered and immediately put his phone away

He'll always bug you to hang out with him and his siblings + Ekko; Gets jealous the moment you start talking with Powder a lot (cuz who wouldn't wanna be friends with her???); Becomes super petty and argues with a CHILD in front of you

Will ABSOLUTELY throw hands if anyone tries to pick on you, and uses his gift of verbal savagery to make people cry if he has to; If you scold him for it, he'd be all, "What??? They had it coming!"

In return, whenever people try to "cancel" Mylo, you're always there to defend him and defuse situations which often means grabbing his ear and dragging him away; His honesty is something you love about him, but sometimes he just doesn't think before he speaks (which causes him to be HUGELY misunderstood by a lot of people)

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He's probably already liked you for a long time, but it takes a while for him to realize he's caught feelings and would need someone to directly point it out to him

And that someone was Ekko

Mylo was making obnoxious kissy-faces behind Ekko as he was talking to Powder, and once she left Mylo called him a simp

Ekko: Well look who's talking, I'm not the one making googly eyes at Y/N all the time 🤨🤨🤨

Vi and Claggor back up Ekko, saying they've always been sus at how Mylo's much softer and friendlier to you in comparison to his "badass" persona

Mylo tries so hard to deny it despite his cheeks and ears burning bright red

Claggor comments, "Denial is the first step towards acceptance, Mylo"

After a day of mulling over it, he begrudgingly accepts his fate as a simp

---

The process of the two of you getting together can be described with two words: Slow. Burn.

Mylo's really curious to know if you think of him the same way, but is aware that coming on too strong might cost him his friendship with you

And again, he's never been in a relationship before, so he knows he's gonna fuck up by rushing and going into this blind

His behavior towards you doesn't really change after realizing his feelings, except for the fact that he flirts with you more often

The way you can tell Mylo is flirting is by observing what he does; His actions speak much louder than his words (which are also loud but you get the point)

For example, you'll be the only person he'll share his food with; He steals stuff from the cafeteria cuz the school lunches barely give kids enough to eat, and does his best to get two things instead of one if he can

Like he'll tap your shoulder and wordlessly take your hand to place a small muffin on your palm, expectantly waiting for you to eat it ;-;

Doesn't know how to comfort you emotionally, but will listen to you rant and take you out to do something with him to get your mind off it, or lifts your chin with his finger so you can watch him wiggle his brows while making funny faces at you

Becomes more touchy-feely with you: Grips your hand whenever you're walking down busy sidewalks, does that thing where he yawns and drapes his arm around you, lets his knee touch yours when sitting next to you, etc.

Develops a habit of resting his forehead on your shoulder, especially when he's exhausted; Also allows you to sleep on his own whenever you're riding the subway or a bus

His love languages are physical touch (giving) and words of affirmation (receiving)

All this guy needs is a genuine compliment or words of encouragement; Feels his stomach turn into mush when you tell him you think he's cute for the first time

It's cuz people always slandered him for his appearance: They call him Vegeta hair, shit for brows, paintbrush, Mylo admits they're pretty creative

Hearing you say he's actually not as ugly as people think reroutes his brain and boosts his confidence (and unfortunately ego) so much

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It becomes a little obvious to others that you've developed feelings for each other, but are too scared of being rejected; You both end up pining over one another for a long time (months, years, your choice)

The breaking point occurs one day when you were having karaoke night in Vander's family car

You're both taking a breather and laughing after having finished energetically jamming out to a song when Labrinth's "I've Never Felt So Alone" starts playing on Mylo's phone

He notices what song this is and quickly sits up to change it; He secretly listens to sappy music but has an image to uphold (Fun Fact: He listens to this song specifically because it makes him think of you)

You stop him before he can reach his phone

You: I didn't know you listened to Labrinth.

Mylo: And you were NOT supposed to know, so lemme just—

You: What? No way I love this song! And it's the extended version?? Niiiccceeee

Mylo: Shut up... Thesongwastooshortok?

You chuckle as his response, and silence falls between the two of you as the bass fills the car

You're staring out the window at the colored lights and bustling people inside Vander's bar, ignorant of how Mylo's leaning against the steering wheel, blissfully admiring your face under the streetlight

You look back at him, noticing he's staring at you, yet he doesn't break eye contact

You then ask him if he's alright and if there's a problem with your face

Mylo doesn't respond, a beat passes before he slowly turns his body to you, biting his lip thinking that what he's about to do is STUPID, but this shit has gone on for too damn long and he needs to know now or never

He leans in close, just stopping inches away from your face; Despite the dim lighting from outside, you can see his pupils quickly flicker from your mouth and back up to your own

Mylo: The problem with your face is that my lips aren't on yours.

You are shocked; Pickup lines are a form of humor between the two of you but he was never this bold or looked this serious; In your mind you're like "DAAAYYUUUMMM okay, okay... I can dig this"

So you gently tug on the collar of his hoodie to pull him closer, feeling his quickened breathing against your cheeks as his ears become redder with each second

You: So... are you gonna fix said problem or nah?

Upon hearing you say that, Mylo gets the cutest, wide-eyed look on his face as his mouth hangs agape a little

And that's how you two end up awkwardly yet passionately making out in the car; He apologizes for his nose hitting your eye but you assure him it's alright, pulling him in to kiss him again

That's until Vi and Powder come out Vander's bar to tell you both to get back inside

Powder innocently mistakes the sounds of you groaning in pain after Mylo bit your lip too hard as both of you having a fight

Powder: VANDEEERRRRR!!!! MYLO'S HURTING Y/N!!!!!!!

Mylo: NO IT'S— IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!

Vander: Mylo...

Mylo: POWDER YOU LITTLE SH—

#mylo x reader #mylo arcane #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane headcanons #league of legends

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Snowstorm

Author’s Note: YOU GUYS!! :D This is my first smutfic for a character outside of the Pedro-verse and I am unreasonably excited that @pilothusband asked me to write this for her. I hope it hits y’all in the feels, or at least in the tingly bits, LOL

Word count: 4600+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Frank Castle pre-“The Punisher” (single, before he met his wife) x “You” (female reader/no racial description/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: playing fast and loose with “The Punisher” timeline/canon here; world’s worst meet-cute; curse words and vulgar language; making out; oral sex, both M/F receiving; nipple play; a hint of spit swapping; protected P/V sex; mentions of food

“Fuck!” Your left foot slid out from under you, and you hit the ground with a thud as your teeth slammed together and your tailbone hit the ground. Fucking ice. Tears sprang to your eyes as you sat and took stock of yourself. Tailbone, ow. Teeth, ow. Didn’t bite tongue, so that’s good. Ass, icy cold and wet. Jeans, soaked. Grocery bag, torn. Lunch and dinner supplies, scattered in the snow around the park fountain. A softer, “Fuck,” left your lips in a whimper. You rolled to one side to gingerly rise to your knees.

Suddenly a pair of legs clad in dark jeans and motorcycle boots came into view. “Are you okay? You totally ate shit on the ice. That didn’t look fun.” The knees in the dark jeans flexed, and a large, calloused hand was extended. You looked up from your hands-and-knees position to see a man with dark eyes, his black-brown hair cut into a military-sharp fade.

You put your hand out to take his, and even through your glove you could feel how strong his hand was. You let him pull you to your feet, all of your injuries protesting. When you were finally standing again, you turned to look at the man more closely. He was tall and solidly built, feet planted in a confident stance. A man who seemed to know his own power and presence and was secure with himself. The short haircut made his large ears seem to stick out, a strong nose and square jaw adding interest to his face. The planes of his features were hard and angular, but the amusement in his dark eyes was friendly. He wasn’t handsome-handsome, but he was attractive in a smirky kind of way.

“Thanks,” you grimaced, “Tsssh!” You hissed as a new pain in your left elbow made itself known. “Oww, fuck.” You rubbed your elbow absentmindedly as you looked over to where your groceries were scattered. Most of it would be salvageable, but the sad baguette sticking half out of the slush was a goner. Likewise the deli container of pasta salad that had popped open, cherry tomatoes and black olives now dotting the grimy drift of snow that ringed the fountain.

You wanted to cry from all of it: the frustration and the physical injuries and the indignity and the wasted money and the pathetic nature of not getting to eat the delicious food that you had selected and looked forward to. And you didn’t have it in you to go back to the grocery store now and replace things, not in your current state.

The man began to bend and gather up your things, brushing slush and snowflakes off of containers and making a neat pile of groceries on the concrete wall of the fountain. You belatedly realized that you hadn’t moved from your dazed state.

“Oh you don’t have to do that.”

“No, it’s alright. I don’t mind.”

You bent and started grabbing things, looking at what could be salvaged. Fortunately most of your groceries were intact, it just seemed to be the baguette and the pasta salad that were trashed. When you and the stranger had finished, you straightened up and brushed the snow off your hands.

You smiled and reached out to shake hands with him, then thought better of it and pulled off your soaked knit glove. Your hand was icy, but you hoped he wouldn’t mind. “Listen, thank you. I really appreciate it.”

He took your hand and you were surprised at how warm it was, given that he wasn’t wearing gloves and he’d just been picking up your groceries from the icy ground.

“Frank. Frank Castle. I really don’t mind helping you out. You fell pretty hard.” That smirk again, but not a smirk making fun of your plight, not malicious. Something was warm and inviting about it, like he had a sense of humor and would let you in on the joke if you asked.

You gave him your name, and a sincere, “Thank you.”

“Do you know how you’re going to get all this home? I can help.”

“Oh…” You looked at the pile. “No, I don’t have another bag on me, I guess I’ll just carry it? I’m not far.”

“I’ll help you.” He unsnapped the large cargo pockets of his black winter jacket and started putting smaller items inside. He turned and handed you a few light things: a box of tea bags, the bagged loaf of bread, a box of pasta, and a box of crackers. Then he unzipped his jacket halfway and stuffed the heavier items inside, cans and jars and the quart of milk, cupping one arm underneath to make a secure pouch like a kangaroo. You giggled.

“Oh, how clever! Were you a Boy Scout?”

“No, ma’am. United States Marine Corps, but we learned all our quick thinking from the Boy Scouts.” He winked and shot you a cheeky grin, and you felt your own face split into a smile. He waved his free hand in the direction you had been walking before your spill. “Lead the way, pretty lady.”

The walk back to your building from the park wasn’t long, just under 10 minutes on a normal day, but it took nearly twice as long in the slush and the heavily falling snow. You soaked up every minute with the striking Marine, making small talk about the awful weather and the fact that he was originally from Queens, not that you had missed his accent as he spoke. His deep voice and the way he peppered “ma’am” into his conversation was making your spine tingle, and if you were being honest it was really doing something for you. Normally you only heard “ma’am” from the teenage cashiers at the movie theater, spoken in the deadpan sarcasm they all seemed to have. But this was different, a polite little verbal tic, full of sincerity even if he didn’t put much thought into saying it.

You were a little let down when you finally turned the corner and your apartment came into view. You made a split-second decision to do something that under normal circumstances would have been extremely foolish, but with Frank it felt safe, and you hoped you wouldn’t be proven wrong… you invited the strange man to come inside.

“Do you mind helping me get everything upstairs? I can make you a cup of coffee as a thank you.”

You saw him hesitate. “Are you sure? I can wait down here and you can make two trips.”

Your heart sang at his caution. You felt even safer with him now, like he was already an old friend.

“No, please let me make you something warm to drink. I really appreciate you helping me.” You smiled, “And you’ll be safe. I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

You felt happy at the way he threw his head back and laughed, breath steaming into the winter afternoon. “Okay, pretty lady. I trust you.”

You led him inside and up the stairs, and hesitated again at your door. Shit. You hadn’t cleaned for a couple of days. You decided not to make any apologies for the state of your apartment. If he was grossed out by a few dishes in the sink or a bra hanging over the bathroom doorknob, he could keep his opinions to himself.

You unlocked the door and led him into your apartment. It wasn’t impressive, just an efficiency with enough room for a small bookcase, a loveseat, a TV, and your queen-sized bed with a bookshelf headboard for maximum space usage. One small bathroom, one tiny bedroom closet, and a kitchenette with a little 2-seater breakfast table rounded out the place. A large window in the kitchen behind sheer curtains provided daylight, at least what could filter into the space between your building and the one across the alley. You had done what you could to liven up the place with some low-light houseplants, brightly colored accents here and there, and a large poster of the Eiffel Tower above your bed. It wasn’t a palace by any means, but it was cute and had been “home” for the past two years.

Frank walked in behind you and went straight to the kitchen table to unload his jacket. You started putting things away in cabinets. “You can take your coat off and just hang it on the back of the chair if you want. Would you rather have coffee or tea? Or I have cocoa if you’d prefer.”

You smiled at him as he put the last of the cans down on the table and unzipped his coat. “Coffee would be great, thank you. Just black.”

You busied yourself with the coffee grounds and water, setting everything up and pressing the button on your little drip coffeemaker, then you turned on the kettle for yourself for tea. You put the last of the jars and cans in the cabinets and stuck your cold items in the fridge. Then you excused yourself to run to the bathroom and change into dry clothes. When you were in warm, clean sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt you returned to the kitchen to find coffee and the water for your tea ready.

You grabbed two mismatched mugs and poured out coffee for Frank, then poured boiling water over a bag of tea for yourself. You brought the mugs to the table and sat across from Frank, smiling brightly with your hands wrapped around your mug for warmth.

“Thanks again, Frank. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. You took a pretty bad spill. You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, my elbow hurts. And I bumped my butt pretty hard.”

Frank leaned over sideways in his chair and pretended to look at your bottom where it was seated on your chair. He straightened back up, “Looks fine to me.” You laughed, and when he winked it nearly sent you over the edge. Very few men could have pulled that off and seemed flirty and friendly, joking with no sleaze in it. Frank was one of them.

As you sat and talked with Frank, the snow outside fell harder, and you both got so pulled in by the conversation that your tea oversteeped and his coffee turned cold. Before you knew it an hour had passed. Neither one of you seemed to be in much of a hurry. At one point Frank asked you about a ring you were wearing, and when he held your hand to see it closer, the touch from his warm, calloused fingers threw sparks up your arm. You hoped your sweatshirt was thick enough to hide the way that your braless nipples suddenly popped. And then he just stayed there, holding your hand in his large one.

And you marveled at the wonderful strangeness of it all, how you came to be sitting in your kitchen with a handsome stranger, chatting and holding hands like you were on a date. You reveled in the warmth of it. That magic of serendipity, being in the right place at the right time. And the more you talked to him, the more you found out about each other, the more you started liking him. And suddenly his warmth and his humor filled out those little odd places in his visage. Where before you weren’t sure if he was handsome, he almost transformed right before your eyes to the most handsome man you had ever met.

Within another thirty minutes, your tailbone was screaming from sitting in the kitchen chair. You wanted to ask him if you could move to the couch, but then you also didn’t want to keep him, if he had somewhere to be. You got up and stretched and put your cups in the sink.

“Do you want me to go?” Frank’s voice was close behind you. You turned to find him standing two feet away from you. Not overbearing or trying to cage you in, just closer than where you had left him sitting at the table. Of course in your tiny kitchen that was only two steps away from the table.

The word left your lips before you knew it, “No.”

And then he took another step closer, looking deep into your eyes. You saw his pupils flare in the dark brown pools. “Good. Can I kiss you?”

You nodded and inclined your face up for a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as his mouth landed on yours. He was solid under his black thermal shirt, the muscles of his shoulders rippling as he moved to encircle your waist. You stood and let him kiss you and kiss you, until you got so dizzy you pulled away and croaked one word, “Couch?”

He grinned and smooched you again. “Couch.”

You took Frank’s hand and led him to your ‘living room’, the open rectangle that was formed by your TV against one wall and the loveseat opposite, with your tiny bookshelf forming a third side. Your little two-seater couch looked even smaller with the bulky Marine seated on it, his knees bent much too high to be comfortable. You leaned back against one arm of the couch and pulled him over on top of you, continuing to kiss and caress each other. It was like being a teenager again, making out with abandon, hands chastely kept to waists and the outsides of clothes. Another hour passed, and the snow piled up outside.

When you came up for air, you both realized how late it had gotten, and Frank checked the weather on his phone. It was worse than you had realized, and after a few minutes of considering his options (walk or call a cab), you both realized that neither option was possible. Maybe it would clear up in the morning.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” You smiled sympathetically at him. “It’s the least I can do now that you’re trapped here.”

Frank put his phone back in his pocket. “I wouldn’t call this trapped,” he said, moving to nuzzle your neck again. “I’m having a great time.”

You giggled, running your hands for the hundredth time over his shoulders and thick biceps. “I still feel bad. You want pasta? I’m a decent cook. Nobody’s ever complained around here.”

“Who would complain? You’re a beautiful woman, and I’d love to have pasta.” Frank did something with his teeth and tongue against the hollow of your throat and you moaned.

“You keep doing that and we won’t make it to dinner.”

“I wouldn’t complain.” Frank ran his hand up the outside of your thigh, continuing up under your sweatshirt. He paused when he hit the bare skin of your abdomen. “Can I touch you?”

You heard yourself suck a breath in, filled with desire and anticipation. “Yes, please.”

Frank ran his large fingers up to cup the side of your breast and you felt yourself positively drench your panties. You let out a small, breathy moan as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. “Please, Frank. Please take me to bed.”

He pulled his head back a few inches. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Frank, I want you. Please.”

He leapt up from the loveseat and started kicking off his boots and clothes in an exaggerated frenzy, mugging for laughs. You threw your head back and cackled. By the time you looked again he was standing in just his boxer-briefs, the black fabric doing little to conceal his sizable assets. You bit your lip and looked at him with half-closed eyes, your whole body suddenly very warm.

He put his hand out to you, “Come on, pretty lady. Up we go. You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

You let him lift you up to a standing position for the second time that day, this time kissing him slowly and running your hand down to cup his bulge as he moaned against your lips. “Is that a gun in your shorts or are you just happy to see me?”

He laughed, “Oh, it’s a gun. Standard issue. For emergencies only.”

You giggled and then wiggled your eyebrows. “What if this is an emergency?”

Frank shrugged, “Guess I’ll have to use it.”

He suddenly bent down and swept one strong arm under your knees, picking you up like you weighed nothing, and walking you over to the bed. He set you on the bed and you sat up on the edge, putting a hand on his hip to stop him from crawling onto the bed.

“Wait.” You stroked your hand around to the front, palming his girth through the black fabric. “Can I?” You looked up at him from under your lashes.

Frank scratched his jaw and made an exaggerated shrug. “I don’t know, can you?”

You giggled and then grabbed the front of his waistband. “I’d sure love to try.”

When you pulled the elastic band down and freed his cock, you were pleased to see that it matched the rest of him, thick and solid. You were eager to get it in your mouth and get a taste. You cupped his balls in one hand and used your other to grip the base of him. You gave the tip one tentative, soft lick, and you heard Frank moan above you, his hands gripped into fists near his hips. You took the whole head of him into your mouth and sucked softly, working your hand around his base as you softly cupped his testicles. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Frank uncurl his fists and hold his hands open, hovering.

His voice came out in a hoarse whisper, “Can I touch you?”

“Hmmm…” You looked up at him and nodded as gently as you could, still sucking on his rock-hard erection.

Frank put one hand gently on the back of your head and just held it there, almost reverently, as you worked him with your lips and tongue. “God, your mouth is perfect. So warm and good. That’s my girl…” When you flicked your eyes up to him you saw that he was looking down at you with an awed, tender expression. You winked at him and he groaned, putting both hands on your shoulders and pushing you softly back onto the bed.

He kneeled down and reached for the waistband of your sweatpants, “Your turn, pretty lady.” He hooked his fingers into the band of your underwear and pulled everything off at once. The chill of the air on your thighs made you shudder for a moment. Frank ran one warm hand up the back of your calf and then down again. When he reached your ankle he gripped it and lifted your leg, setting your foot flat on the bed. He did the same with the other leg and then gently butterflied your knees open.

“You...” Frank kissed the inside of one calf.

“Are…” He placed a softer kiss to the inside of your other thigh.

“Gorgeous…” At that Frank touched your mound with three fingers, running them down to feel your wetness. You gasped and arched your back as he turned his hand palm up and inserted one finger, curling it up and behind your pubic bone to reach the softer, most tender hidden part of you that you could never seem to reach on your own.

You gurgled out a moan, “Ohhhh, Frank. Oh god right there.”

“Can I kiss you? Can I eat you out?”

Your pussy clenched at his question, and you ached deep inside at the chivalry of it. What kind of man has one finger in already and still asks for permission to lick you?

You lifted your head to look down at him. “Yes, oh god Frank, please.”

He smiled that smirk, that little pleased-as-punch smile back up at you and then went down on you. His hands and mouth started off slow before he built up to a crescendo, sucking and licking at your clit while he slipped a second finger inside of you. You could feel every pass of his long fingers as he curled them up against your walls, making a “come here” motion as he licked at you. It wasn’t long before you slammed your legs closed and started clenching around his fingers, squeezing him tight with every contraction of your pelvic muscles.

He stayed and licked you down, going slower with each pass as his fingers stilled inside of you. You finally came back to reality and opened your shaky legs.

“Was that good, sweetheart?” Like a gut punch, you almost doubled over at this powerful man cooing at you, calling you ‘sweetheart’ after he had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life. You groaned and sat up to remove your sweatshirt. It was suddenly way too hot to wear.

You scooted up to the pillows and patted the bed beside you, “Come here, Frank. I need you.” You reached over your head to one of the shelves on your headboard and pulled a condom out of a little bowl there. He smiled at you and crawled up, kneeling between your legs. You ripped the foil open and sat up to lean over him, pinching the tip of the condom closed and rolling it down his length. You felt him twitch once in your hand and then you lay back down and opened your legs for him.

Frank leaned down over you and gripped his cock, running the head of it through your folds twice, three times, a fourth, until he had gathered enough of your slick to plunge right in. You gasped at the fullness, the way that your labia opened to stretch around him, the way that he was angled just right to brush against that spongy spot of you again. He shifted his hips forward, forward, forward until he was in as far as he could go, then he grabbed you behind one knee and pulled your leg up to wrap around his hip. He rolled his opposite hip down just a bit toward the bed. Somehow that opened you up another inch, allowing him to plunge deeper. You felt like you were going to snap up off the bed, like a rubber band being plucked and released.

Your voice came out breathy and high, “God! Frank, you feel so good. Oh fuck, please fuck me. Please move.”

He obliged you and started pumping his hips in a steady rhythm, his cock dragging along each and every inch of you, scraping you from the inside like a fingernail finding an itch. You felt the head of him punch the soft sponge behind your pubic mound, every thrust hitting it like a bullseye, each drag of his hips pulling you closer and closer to another orgasm. Just then, Frank ducked his head and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as he reached up to pinch and fondle your other one. Your neck arched back and you involuntarily shouted a loud “Ah!” as your second orgasm overtook you.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Oh fuck yeah, I can feel it. I feel you squeezing me.” Frank’s deep voice rolled over your ears like waves. “Oh, that’s my girl. Oh, you fucking pretty girl…” You only heard half of what he said over the sound of your own pulse pounding as you clenched around his cock.

You exhaled a loud, squeaky, “Huhhh…” as you came back down from orgasm number two. You felt your eyes start to water at the overstimulation of Frank still fucking into you. But it still felt so good, so good to have him dragging his cock along your sensitive walls. You tightened your leg where it was wrapped around his hip and lifted your other leg to match it. You rocked your hips until you found his rhythm, pushing and pulling your hips in time with his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

You broke the suction on his lips and then gritted out through clenched teeth, “Come for me, Frank. Fucking come for me.” You emphasized your words with a quick squeeze of your legs, wrapped around his butt, pushing him as deep as you could into your center. You felt warm and soft, your pussy now relaxed and soft instead of tight, and there was a pleasant buzzing in your head.

Frank grinned at you, “You got another one in you, pretty girl? Can I make you come for me a third time?”

You threw your head back and groaned, squeezing your arms tighter around his neck. “No please, Frank, no. I’m too- oh!” You gasped as his cock hit that spongy spot again. “I’m too done. I’m overdone.”

Frank leaned his face into your neck and kissed you there, warm and quick with just a hint of teeth. “Okay, pretty girl,” he growled. “Okay, I’ll come for you.”

He increased the pressure of his thrusts and then patted your elbow, a signal to let go of his neck, then he pulled his torso up and braced himself on his strong arms on either side of your head. You ran one hand up his rock-solid forearm and then turned your face to kiss it, opening your mouth to lick and suck at the inner part of his forearm while you scraped gently with your teeth. His skin tasted warm, with a hint of salt and clean cotton. The taste of Frank combined with the scent of your pussy on his fingers so close to your face nearly sent you rolling into a third orgasm, despite your fatigue.

You reached down and cupped both of your breasts, rolling your hardened nipples between your fingers. Frank leaned his mouth down again to lick and suck at a nipple, taking your fingertips into his mouth in the process. You turned your hand to stick two fingers into his mouth, looking deep into his eyes as he sucked.

You glazed out over the way that Frank curled and curved his tongue over your digits. You watched his face closely as he closed his eyes, moaning around your fingers. You pulled them slowly out and he opened and looked at you again. You turned and stuck both fingers slick with his spit into your own mouth, sucking and moaning at the taste of him. That did it.

Frank suddenly went stiff all over, bracing himself on his arms and shoving his hips forward to bury himself deep inside of you. He leaned on one elbow and wrapped his other hand down and around the back of your waist, gripping you close as he groaned and shuddered and pumped the condom full. He finally stilled and then collapsed on top of you, holding himself to one side so that he wouldn’t crush you.

You both groaned together and then laughed.

After a moment Frank grabbed the base of the condom and rolled off of you, then he sauntered to the bathroom. You watched him go, all naked glory and golden skin and rippling muscles. You pulled your undies on and then went to the kitchen for a cup of water. A glance out the window told you that the snow had somehow gotten impossibly worse.

You felt Frank come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and press his soft, damp cock to your buttocks until the front of your hips hit the edge of the sink.

He nuzzled into your neck, “Hey, pretty lady.” His voice was low and warm, full of tenderness and joy. You smiled to yourself and then offered him the cup of water to drink from.

“You want that pasta?”

Frank set the cup on the counter and then hummed into your jaw, “Mmmm…. Yeah. And then maybe round two?”

You wrapped your hands over Frank’s where they circled your waist and giggled, watching the snow come down.

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Locker Room Talk- A Beelzebub Fanfic (BeelxGN MC)

(I’m not much of a whole-ass fic writer, so I don’t think this will be a regular occurrence, but I just had a scenario play out too perfectly not to give it an upgrade. I would hope this goes without saying, but harassment is not okay, I do not condone it, and if you are experiencing it you should look into what legal options you have available to report it. Please don’t try the Beel method. You’ll go to jail.)

Warnings: Sexual harassment, unwanted innuendo, implied possibility of sexual assault, vulgarity

"Locker Room Talk” isn't really Beel's thing. In all honesty, he’s never understood the appeal since saying gross stuff where only your friends can hear doesn’t make what you’re saying any better. Because he’s been playing sports for nearly all the time he's been in the Devildom, he’s been around his fair share of these kinds of conversations. Most of the time he just keeps to himself and tries to tune out whatever the other guys have to say. It gives him a bit of a reputation as the “innocent” one sure, but he just prefers not to play along with their pervy antics. If they wanted that, they could talk to Asmo for all he cared.

That’s not to say he didn’t like his teammates or anything. Most of them were pretty good people on the court and got their acts together off of it. And Beel really loved playing sports. He needed the physical outlet as a distraction from his hunger… If he had to put up with a little vulgarity from time to time, it seemed like a fair enough trade… Or. At least it was at first.

When MC came to the Devildom, they turned his whole world upside-down. Things between his brother had always been tense before and even Belphie had grown more distant with him after what happened to Lilith, but it felt like in only a couple of short months they were able to soothe everything over. His family has never been happier and neither has he… Plus, it helped that they were a good, and eager, cook.

His teammates sniffed out his crush for the little human fairly quickly. To be fair, he wasn’t exactly hiding it very well. The first time they ever came by one of their practices, a pouch of homemade cookies in hand, he could have kissed them on the spot. No one, not even Belphie, makes the time to go check on him during practice like that... He must have made his happiness pretty obvious because the human started making it a regular habit. At least two, sometimes three, times a week they would drop in with some kind of food for him. Store-bought, homemade, a small snack, or packed meal, it honestly didn’t matter to him. Anything that came from their hands felt three times more filling than it should have. 

He’s a little embarrassed to admit that after a few weeks the anticipation would start to show in his performance… If they were on their way he could usually smell whatever they had packed heading his direction and he’d play extra aggressively just to get to a break faster. He'd mow everybody else over just to have an excuse to go meet them at the gate. He’s been more than a little reckless before and thinking back on it can make him wince, but he usually forgets all about those little mishaps as soon as he’s met by their smiling face. 

“Hey, Beel! How is practice going?” They’d ask him. And no matter how he answers, all he’d think would be, “Never as good as right now…”

It was around the time that his teammates put it together that the teasing started. It was innocent enough at first. They’d pick on him for having a little crush on the exchange student but it was always lighthearted. Nothing worse than maybe the occasional,

“Oi Beel? Did you get yourself a housewife/husband? Good for you.” or “They’ll cook for you?? What a steal!” Nothing that bad. At least, nowhere near as bad as it would get.

As the weeks passed it seemed like his teammates were expecting something out of him... Like, was he supposed to make a move on them? Though Beel really did want to be with the MC, there were a lot of complications… His brothers being a big one. Most have made no secret that they’re also pretty fond of them too, Mammon especially, and it felt wrong to make another rift in the family right after it took so long to patch the first one… Of course, his teammates didn’t know that. And they didn’t care. All they wanted to do was amp up the pressure…

“Hey, Beel, did you see what your honey was wearing today? I think they’re sending signals. You should probably jump on that, you know?” When it first started, he couldn’t actually believe what he was hearing. Sure, their little jokes sounded like innuendo but they kept things just veiled enough that he could have been reading into it. He’d get uncomfortable, but brush it off easy enough. However, it only ever got worse from there.

“Yo Beel, you boning that human yet? What? No?? What the hell are you waiting for? We see you like them so just do it!” It would grate on his nerves...

“Beel, how’s your sweetheart been doing? Still not fucking, right? Bet they’re getting lonely…” He’d tell them to stop. At first politely, then more forcefully.

“Look, man, if you don’t start taking charge then they’re going to get antsy. Plenty of other guys are here looking to get their dicks wet… Just look at your brothers, am I right?” After a while, he started shouting. But his aggravation only seemed to fuel the fire.

“I bet someone will have them bent over and forgetting all about you by the end of the week.” Eventually, he went to the coach but he didn’t care. “It’s just ‘Locker Room Talk.’ Grow up,” is all he got in response. It didn’t feel like it was just that anymore, but he started to doubt himself anyway... Was he overreacting? Every bone in his body wanted to go on a rampage whenever they started to pester him but wasn’t it all just words? He could endure words, couldn’t he? Besides, RAD has a strict no-violence on school grounds policy on its athletes. Even if he did get a good slug in, then he’d been thrown out of future games for the rest of the season.

Their words were just words. Gross, awful words, but words nonetheless. Sure. Whatever. He could endure that… but only that.

On the day he nearly lost it completely, it was right after their last practice before a big game the next night. The whole team was amped to go, but Beel was trying to keep to himself. Get in, get out, and go back to the House where MC was probably waiting. He’s long since stopped sticking around for socializing with the others. He had just finished changing when one of his teammates cornered him by his locker, the slimiest grin already plastered on his face.

“Look, Beel… We’re going to do you a favor, alright? Since you’re taking so long with this… The guys and I have decided to invite your little human to an “after-game party” tomorrow. To celebrate our victory and all that. Bet they’re dying for some action since you’re not giving any. You’re free to come if you want. Though… they might not be paying much attention to you.” Beel could feel his eye twitch as he watched the scumbag’s snickering face. That face. That fucking face. He'd never seen or heard anything so revolting in his life and-

For a few seconds, all he could see was red.

When he came back to his senses, he already had the sleazebag pinned against the lockers by the windpipe, fingers gripping his neck so tightly that his nails drew blood. At some point, he must have slipped into his demon form because the vibrations of his wings behind him made a sound not unlike a warning growl. His expression must have been ferocious because in the guy's eyes he saw nothing but pure terror. He’d never felt this much rage and hatred together before. Surely, at this moment, he ought to look more like Satan or Lucifer on a rampage than he does himself.

“If you say one more thing about that human, I will kill you. Touch them once and I will eat you. Are we clear?" His hand clenches further, making him receive a gargled cough in response. At this point, he could have probably flicked his wrist and snapped his neck in two. "Then pass it on." He tossed the man back into the metal lockers and watched him sink to the floor, clawing at his own throat and gasping for air. Oh yeah, his sporting days for this semester are over. But if it keeps him away from this trash? He’ll take it.

Of course, he made sure that he doesn’t stick around much longer. He left the scumbag to sort himself out, grabbing his gym bag quickly. He barely remembered to hide his demon form again before walking out of there, his nerves are practically shot already. Thankfully, though, he didn’t make it three steps out the door before a familiar face stopped him in his tracks. MC, who must have been waiting patiently for him this entire time, is leaned next to the bleachers with a backpack in one hand and a deli sandwich in the other. The perfect smile they got when they saw him signaling their blissful ignorance of all that just went down before.

“Hey Beel! How was pr-Oomf!” His body colliding with theirs cuts off their question. Beel’s gym bag lies already forgotten in the dirt, ditched so his arms could embrace them fully. It’s just a hug, a tight hug, but there’s a certain desperation to it. Though he knew it was ridiculous, a part of him was terrified that his teammates may just come up and try to snatch them if he let go…. After some time to process, he felt their head settle against his chest. He worried that they can hear his raging heartbeat... Would they pick up on how pissed he was just a moment ago?

“Ah… Not that great then, huh…?” His arms tense, pressing them closer against the fabric of his shirt. Should he tell them what he's been putting up with…? Does he even have the stomach for it? Letting out a sigh through his nose, he simply grunted out, “No…” 

“Well, what’s wrong then?” So many things… He just wanted to pick them up and fly them away from all this crap. He wanted to rip the tongues out from anyone who's said a bad word about them. He wanted to keep holding them in his arms, shielding them from anything and everything that could possibly take that perfect smile away… But they probably don’t know that, do they?

“Beel? Are you okay...?” He let a slow sigh draw out from his nose, resting his head atop theirs. All too soon, he'd have to let them go. But, for the moment, he could just hold them and wish this feeling would never end...

“Only if you are…”

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[the-real-blacklist]

Matthew Henry, future CEO, plays a dominant role during office hours. He’s known for his strict hand and unforgiving ruling, but it seems he's beginning to show his soft side. Perhaps too soft, some may suggest. In the early hours of Sunday 31st January, Henry was spotted leaving the Othello club in Greenwich Village following one of the venue's biggest events... And he wasn't alone.

Despite arriving at the event with his cousin, Matthew was seen slipping away from the party accompanied by a drunken Billy Watson, a student doctor, who has no previously known ties to Henry. The pair left early, well before the club closed, hand-in-hand as they took off on foot to the Harrison Hotel, where insiders tell us the two spent the night together in the assistant director’s room. What else is there to know about Watson, then? Not a lot, it seems. Before starting his medical program he was untraceable for years, which is suspicious in itself. “Billy doesn't get into bed with just anyone," one reliable source tells us, however, before revealing that, "they were friends before that night." We've also received reports of Billy claiming to want to keep their arrangement "casual" but the details are otherwise unknown.

Watson entered the event with friends, one of which we identified as Spencer Quinn, an upcoming author of vulgar homoerotic autobiography Deeper than Bones who also happens to have been caught in a heated confrontation with Henry not only at Othello on the night of the event but also weeks before, in a Lower Manhattan deli. A source later told The Real Blacklist that the argument was more likely to stem from Boston-bred Spencer Quinn's past romantic relationship with Henry's cousin, Archibald Maycroft. Our source tells us: "It looks like Matthew is jealous. A closet case fuelled by internalised homophobia that Spencer can't shake off."

In Henry's absence, Quinn was spotted sneaking off with Maycroft in a locked club toilet before returning to his partner, Arthur Gustin, who he moved to the City with in 2018. His current relationship with the Henry-Maycroft cousins is unknown, but insiders tell us that the chances of Matthew also having relations with Quinn "is not unlikely." Perhaps Matthew stealing Billy away for the night was merely an act of revenge against Quinn.

We’re left with a bunch of questions. What exactly happened in that hotel suite? Does Arthur know about his partner’s disloyalty? Is there more to Matthew Henry than meets the eye? And what would his father think of Henry going against his traditional values?

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[streetsofsecrets-a]

                                                LOVE TKO

      Leone Impellizzeri was both the shortest man Delores knew as well as the most vulgar. In another world, Delores would have avoided him at all costs, for his hair-trigger temper and quick hands made her catch her breath and caused her shoulders to hitch. But, in this world Mr. Impellizzeri was unfortunately her Boss.

Delores was navigated to him by Giovanni, as she needed to not only take care of her grandfather (gently threading on the line between granddaughter and nurse) but also provide for him - consequently, provide for herself. It was not in Delores’ desire to work at a small den where Italian men congregated. It was also not in Mr. Impellizzeri's desire to have her black face greeting those who entered his establishment. 

His clear hesitance made Delores think just how ridiculous prejudice was. This was not a five star restaurant, not even a Disco, just a “club” that looked no different than any other corner shop in Brooklyn. Why, to strictly judge the exterior even brought the local deli to mind. Potentially being declined by Mr. Impellizzerri would have left Delores with no wounded pride. In fact, she would have selfishly felt gratitude. 

Alas, Giovanni continued promising Leone she was a, “good kid.” In all the years he had known her, Amos never lifted a hand to keep her in her place. Granddaddy’s dearest companion had nothing but the kindest things to say about her, and due to this, she was welcomed. But not with open arms. 

It took time to trust her, Delores knew it. White skepticism was the same wherever she went. From the time her Grandfather shakily walked up and down the concrete steps of their stoop to the time he was developing bedsores from the confinement to his mattress, Mr. Impellizzeri gradually changed.

The bonuses he began giving were not out of fondness, but rather the fact she, “didn’t tell her friends about the hip, hot spot.” There were many ways to interpret this, and although mildly offended, Delores asked no questions. By the time Granddaddy passed on, she was kept at the New Prize Social Club as someone cherished. 

Men took in her petite height and slender legs with zeal and benevolence. Dino Vaccaro was even taken to calling her baby. Sometimes babydoll. Delores supposed it was fine so long as his hands never ‘accidentally’ grazed her back for too long. His gaze never made her feel nauseous - she even believed although he was older than her (and young enough to be Leo's son - eldest son) Dino was quite handsome. 

In the grace of time, Delores reached the point where she also knew more about what went on in the Impellizzeri family home than she cared to. Like how Leone's daughter Angela was ‘in need’ of a friend like her. Eventually, it became clear to Delores that Angela was an aimless young woman. ‘Spoiled’ Grandaddy would surely say..

In spite of Leone’s warmth, the bonuses, and even the familiarity of the locals, there was little Delores enjoyed about New Prize. 

“Sally!” Leone’s hands clapped in rapid succession, “s’time for you’se to hit the road!”

 Winston’s dear friend made the place even more of an area where she, arguably, felt comfortable. The others did not treat him with the same serene indifference as she did, though. Often, Salvatore was treated to sneers and jeers from the scowling mouths elders, but Delores came to the conclusion he was tolerated because Giovanni shaped him into the finest Boxer in Bensonhurst. These days, she was often hearing how he pummeled another man from Queens (Italian, of course). A prized boxer of Astoria, she believes.

There was no doubt in her mind the sport was tied to a mafia related matter. The longer she stayed, the more she could see the subtleties, codes, gestures. However, all the boxers of Brooklyn’s Italian community were honored and celebrated here, and Delores came to the conclusion that across New York, Dons from different families bet on these young men.  

Either way, Salvatore's prowess meant he got a pass wherever he went. No longer did Giovanni have to have him on a leash, playing the role of caretaker. Delores saw some had difficulty with this. Mr. Impellizzeri had difficulty with this.  

“Y’know, you’re missin’ out on good customer service by closin’ this early!” as Salvatore made his reply, Delores scoffed below her breath. 10 PM was not early by any means. “It’s around this time when the real introspective hours kick in! Where’s a guy supposed t’think at?” he went on to ask. 

“I don’t care! You can get lost in your thoughts in a car, in a taxi! Y’just gotta get the hell outta here! Shop’s closed, Sal!” 

Salvatore rose both his body and hands, showing he desired no fight the older man. Even if he was 5’4. Even if he would have easily won. Watching him shove his hands into his pockets, Delores could only think of how she hated this hour. Particularly on nights like this when she was in charge of closing. Each time she would go into the night, praying she would make it back to Bed-Stuy alive. At this point, she prayed so much she should have actively attended Sunday Services.

“Angie’s datin’ a guy like that.”

“Is she?”

From the bar’s warmth to the cold air of the November night, Mr. Impellizzeri’s conversation traveled with them. To a degree, Delores felt resentment. How could he speak with her so attentively and then not even have enough kindness in him to wait with her for the bus?

“Can’t stand him,” he shakes his head, “I warned her about that guy, but she wouldn’t listen, and now what's happened? She has a baby. I don't fault the kid for resenting or nothin' but...oh madonna - this coulda all been avoided. You’d listen to your grandfather if he said the man you brought him was no good, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” She means, she supposes so. 

All the men in her life (or boys, if she counts the childhood infatuation held for Thomas Reed and Derrick Callaghan) were temporary. At the same time, she is aware none of them would have earned Granddaddy’s approval. They would have labels like buffoons or, had all of these attributes reduced to 'trifling.' To just briefly think of all that could have been if she were more open with her feelings, Delores understood her past distance. She was the sort of young girl who would think of how she and her lover’s bed sheets would look in their future home, but never ever would a name be mentioned in Granddaddy’s midst. 

“You’re such a good kid, Dolly.” 

She is twenty-one. 

“Stay safe.” Leone’s hand lingered over her own. There was affection in the gesture. Almost felt paternal. But that was not why Delores smiled, no. Thinking of how he signed her paycheck was the only reason she wore a tight smile, from the time his fingers grazed over her own to the time she walked onward the beam was no more. 

There was nothing to smile about as she walked through the cold. The dark cold. Where any man could be watching her. Where any man could emerge from the shadows and do more than steal her new purse. Instinctively, her grip on the dark leather strap tightened. She would not make the same mistake twice.

 Stay safe, the bitterness that bubbled in her stomach rose to her chest, leaving her lips as a spiteful whisper: “keep me safe….” 

It baffled Salvatore how frequently their paths crossed. Sure, the two of them were acquainted as - practical children, but even at the age of twelve Delores seemed to have the makings of one of those women. One of those women who would one day live far, far from Brooklyn. She would be married to a smart man who made his living through keeping people out of jail, if not pulling bullets out of bodies. They made good money; he could see her marrying into money. It was believed that either her grandfather would have financed her departure from the restless city or, his death was going to get her into motion. In the end she remained in the ‘ancient’ brownstone. Not only getting money from Brooklyn’s wise guys, but also working a double shift as Winston’s maid. If Salvatore did not see Delores at New Prize, cleaning and taking orders, then it was in her cousin’s apartment: fixing dinner and running a bath for little Naomi. 

Winston saw the way he would look at her as she tended to his daughter. Eyelids heavy, a ghost of a smile on his lips. It was as though he could just read Salvatore’s filthy mind. Seeing the multiple ideas of how he considered approaching her, touching her. It took no time for Winston to voice how he did not want him talking to her. 

It was an unusual demand. The two of them shared things since they were boys. Candy, money, even women once they came of age. But his cousin? She was off limits. 

It somewhat brought to mind how their grandfather would always keep her out of sight. Then, Sal guesses, the old man basically trained her on what to do when men were around. Because one sight of him? She would make herself scarce and swiftly, at that. Obviously not running, but obviously not wanting to be in his sights. Salvatore could not deny to himself that this is what steadily drew out his interest.

What made her so different to hide away? He asked himself this question progressively more these days. What made her more pure than other women? Supposedly pure - definitely pure. The concept of a single that woman so off-limits, like a princess, would bring an unbearable friction in his jeans on some days. He was capable of playing with a few fantasizes, stroking himself as if the woman he desired was filling him with divine satisfaction, coming and then moving on with life. But Delores just had to be in his spaces, and that made things different.

So tonight, he was throwing all loyalty to Winston out the window. Those pact-sealing handshakes they did at sixteen were but a thing of the past as Salvatore told himself, with certainty and more than that, determination, he was going to talk to Delores Littlejohn tonight. Ideally, it was going to be as old man Leo bid her goodbye, but he had to stand around outside just talking about whatever. Salvatore would not put it past him to have the desire in taking her on his arm. He would be quoting Frank Sinatra, telling Dolly how she made him feel so young.

That is, if another man didn’t get at her first. Dino most definitely had a sweet spot for her. Nevermind the fact he had a wife at home and a mistress five blocks down down the road: Dino had nothing but sweet words for the most unique looking woman in the bar. Whether Delores knew it or not, she was his sweetie, his honey, his babydoll. All of these names were uttered to Salvatore and other men, his fondness for her clear as day. When she approached, he hid his feelings. Mostly. The way ‘doll’ rolled off his tongue with such simplicity, one would think it was just a quirk of his speech. 

Dino and Leo could fawn over her all they wanted, but Salvatore was determined to speak first. Really speak beyond a ‘hi, how ya doin’ and other questions that did not travel far.

He pressed his foot on the pedal, moving down the dark street slow and smooth. Maybe old man Leo didn’t have a thing for her, Sal considered it. What sort of man would leave a woman out here like this? In November, 6 PM seemed like 10 PM and 10 PM seemed like 1 AM. 

“Hey,” how she jumped at his voice, the lights of his car, him. It did not matter he leaned out the window with friendliness in his smile. “Did I scare you Dolly?” He couldn’t help but laugh at her newfound stiffness.

Her brow arches, she sneers as if he committed a grave offense: “yes!”

“Hey, what’re y’so mad about? I wasn’t tryin’ to!” 

Silence emerged as Delores took the moment to breathe, considering what sort of answer to give. “I’m sorry for yelling at you...but you still snuck up on me.” 

Sal swore she rolled her eyes while turning her head. Rather than being embittered, he cannot recall ever seeing a woman do that so damn near graceful.

“How?” persistent, he asks this. Ready to point out he was not on foot, he did not tap her shoulder, grinning over her shoulder like some nightstalking creep. Delores did not answer. Hand tighter on her purse, she took mighty strides. 

Salvatore had to admit, the years shifted the way Delores’ demeanor was conveyed. No longer did she seem like a sixty-seven year old woman trapped in a youthful body, her ways somehow became not ‘old’ but ‘elegant.’ As though she were a woman of class, pride, all that other good stuff. The maturity of her face also brought fascination. Fascination she and Winston just about shared the same, thin almond-shaped eyes that she somehow made gorgeous. He also felt there was there was something “royal” within her smooth jawline, giving her chin extra leverage to jut and show disdain for her surroundings. Sometimes, like tonight, she let strands of her ebony hair dangle from her updo with red lipstick and small diamonds that dangled from her earlobes. She looked good. Too good for New Prize. She needed to be a hostess in - Sal supposed, Manhattan. A nice place in Manhattan where all the rich people went to eat. Even though there was an ‘old’ element to her - it was not like a decrepit old hag. He would compare her to a glamorous woman from the 50s, with traditional values and all of that.

It hit Sal like lightning - this is why Dino’s old ass was enchanted with her.

“Are you mad at me?” He grins, hand on the wheel. 

“Please leave me alone.”

“Look, I’m not talkin’ to you because I’m tryna be a creep. I wanted to know if y’wanted a ride home!” 

Delores shot him a look, but the price of that was having to unforunately bask in his stupid smile. “You were going to drive to Bed-Stuy?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“It’s a thirty-minute drive.” She snaps without raising her voice.

“Eh, old man Leo was right, car rides are best to think in.”

She shakes her head, “oh, please.” 

“Y’know…” Sal removed his foot from the pedal, “It’s supposed t’snow tonight. How long does the bus take t’come?” “...it varies.” 

“Why do you wanna take a chance freezing out there when it’s warm in here?” Now she was looking at him as if trying to solve a puzzle - one she was on the verge of understanding. It did not bother him. He remained chipper, in high-spirits: “c’mon!”

With a huff, Delores begrudgingly accepted he had a point. Her body may have been warm as she donned her coat, but that article was not enough to prevent the sting of her fingers or how cold her nose and cheeks were becoming. Salvatore was not bothered by this silence, she could tell from the way he continued smiling. Her eyes flickered, observing how his eyebrows were so thick and dark, just perfectly hanging over his equally dark squinted eyes. Some time ago, Delores came to the conclusion that brown eyes possessed a warmth that could not be found in icy blues. 

She felt a flutter in her abdomen. It was not anxiety - just a light, thrilled flutter. It was as if her body was telling her, take this adventure. You know Salvatore.  He was capable of violence and mischief, yes. But weren’t all men capable of heinous acts? 

She opened the door.  “Thank you…” she muttered while asking herself, why did she listen to her body? What could she and Winston’s friend possibly talk about during a thirty minute drive? 

“Why didja act like I was going to kidnap you?”

“Because you can’t trust men.”

“How long have you known me, Dolly? I forgot.”

“I don’t know you.” She could not control her tongue the moment she heard his question, “I could recognize your face in a crowd, but your face is the only way I know you. You’re my cousin’s friend, not mine.”

She watched Salvatore make a series of expressions. Surprised, bewildered - the nothing. Though she huffed, embarrassment washed over her. A nagging thought entered her head of how Salvatore would take his foot off the pedal, halting the car once more and tell her to wait for the bus. Not all men are lecherous, she tells herself. Her personal bad experiences did not have a chance of being repeated time after time. Again, she told herself she knew this man she was now sitting beside. It was why she was in here.

“I wouldn’t do anything to you.” Finally, he speaks. Gentle, not offended. For that Delores feels relief.

“I know.” She wants to possess the same tone, “I was just saying that as a woman I have to be careful.” 

“Wanna know somebody you shouldn’t ever accept a ride home from?”

“Who?”

“Mikey Amuso!”

“What’s so bad about him?”

“Well, not only did he kill his brother - I mean, supposedly firin’ a gun at his head - but he’s been using the same tactics to pick up girls since 8th grade!”

“What are those tactics?” Fingers gently rub against the smooth leather of her purse. 

“I can’t say, Dolly!”

She squints, concerned. “...they’re that bad?”

“I want you to think of a guy who’s only consumed with gaining one thing no matter what. No matter how dumb or crazy it sounds. That’s Mikey.”

“Oh.”

“You think I’m that bad, Dolly?”

“No -” did she make him sound that bad? “I’ve seen the way you treat Naomi. Some men can’t be trusted with children - but you’re sweet to her. She thinks you’re her uncle...”

“I’m her white uncle!” When Sal beams with pride, Delores holds back her smile. “But no, really, I love that kid. I hope things get straightened out with her ma and Winston soon. I don’t think kids need t’grow up without their mothers in the picture.”

Suddenly, it was as if Salvatore had the key and unlocked something in her: she wants to talk about her past. She wants to talk about women who had to be her maternal figures, but in reality were incapable of having the same warmth and love as a mother. What she says? “...I don’t think so, too.” Her stomach growled, she shifted in shame.

“You hungry?” How she hoped Salvatore didn’t hear her body confess its desire for a warm meal. 

“No.” How she could not believe her body betrayed her twice in one night.

“C’mon Dolly, what’re you bein’ shy for?”

“I'm not shy.��� There she goes, Sal thinks, with that mighty tilt of her chin. “I can wait until I get home. That’s all.”

“Okay, so I’m supposed to drive a starving woman directly from Bensonhurst to Bed-Stuy?”

The thought of eating was appealing. However, caught in a mentality that belonged to her sixteen year old self: Delores labeled such an outing as forbidden. There was no one to scold her for arriving home perhaps twenty minutes late - additionally, there was no chance her grandfather’s ghost would appear to chastise her, calling her all sorts of vile, wretched names. But, Delores abruptly considered that maybe it was not a fear of doing the unusual that kept her in a rejective state. 

Perhaps it was that crush on Salvatore she had as a mere girl, resurfacing once more. Yes, with more thought she could not deny it felt like the old crush that manifested itself as fear and intimidation was reintroducing itself tonight. As a result, Delores was caught between the frightening idea of being alone with him and caught in the throes of excitement at the very matter he was willing to do something so kind.

“I’m fine,” still ever the lady, she says this. 

“Dolly, it’ll be my treat. If you wanna pay me back you can um...tell Leo to be nicer to me! Remind him that I’m the best Boxer in that place and he should give respect to my local contributions to the community!”

Delores wants to smile. She wants to smile and giggle at how seriously Sal took this idea. Not only that, but the idea of  Mr. Impellizzeri being genuinely mindful and kind was laughable on its own. Trying to have control of whether the corners of her lips upturned or not, Delores presses her thighs close together. What she does allow is for her voice to hold clear charm: “I can do that for you, Sal.”

“You can!?”

A laugh nearly tumbles out of her lips. Sheepish, she gazes out the window. Observing all the bypassing buildings, counting each streetlight that guides them, “I can!” 

Delores wasn’t sure if it was because Salvatore was Italian, or if she (despite her life and its teachings) was a child at heart. But, rolling through her mind was the thought of two dogs sharing a spaghetti kiss. Salvatore was rough, yet good-natured like Tramp. Delores - focused on the cold wind hitting at her neck and the stinging her ears instead of directly associating herself with a prim and proper cocker spaniel. 

It was no restaurant Sal parked at, or a building that looked particularly Italian with neither name nor color scheme. It was what Delores deemed ‘American.’ An all-American diner. 

“Ever been here before?”

“I’ve seen it,” when going to work, she does not add. For some reason this made Sal cackle.

“You’ve seen it?” 

She brings her lips out into a pout. One small and subtle, undermined with her investigative gaze, but it was a pout all the same.  “Yes…” What had been so funny to reduce Salvatore to fits of laughter?

“Hey Sal,” when a unibrowed man greets him with the casual lift of his hand, Delores wondered how often Sal came here. It must have been frequently. 

“Hey, got a free table?”

“What? You’re too good to sit at the bar tonight? What’s goin’ on with you?”

“Nothin’s goin’ on with me! What’s goin’ on with you?”

As the two men bantered on, Delores found herself thoughtlessly holding her hands together. Never had she sat in an all-night diner before. She thinks of a painting - Nighthawks, where three customers sat at the desolate bar in the night. Granted, there was a surprising amount of people here, but the structure of the building was still the same in her eyes.  

Delores snapped out of her thoughts, managing to catch how Sal wagged his finger for her to come and follow him.

“Hold it.” The same man who spoke to Sal outstretched his hand. For Salvatore, it was a greeting, for Delores it was break to stop. “I gotta seat you first.”

“No Adriano, she’s with me.” Sal swiftly says. 

Delores caught how the realization settled on the busboy’s face before his apology came. She only brought herself to nod, following behind Salvatore feeling more glum than she cared to admit. It was not as though they were actually on a date, she thought. Sobered from her fleeting infatuation, Delores even became keenly aware the two of them hardly looked like they came from the same area. Salvatore had the privilege of being unphased, she assumed. Watching as he slid into the booth as if he had done so a million times. Delores, meanwhile moved almost refined. Poised.

“Get whatever you want,” he says, “as much as you want.”

“What are you getting?”

“What am I getting?” He repeats, with soft (mocking) surprise. “I’m getting a hamburger.”

“Oh…”

Was she disappointed? “We can go somewhere else if y’don’t like what you see,” unmoved, he briskly rose and lowered his shoulders.

“Salvatore.” Then, she looked at him. Not in a serious way, instead it was almost as if she was pleading in desperation. Saying with her eyes, ‘please, stop being so kind to me, you’ve done enough tonight.’ And if he continued on, she would what? Burst from his gestures?“We don’t have to do that...”

“Well,” he spins the ketchup bottle, “whaddya want to eat?” 

Did she ever make her own decisions? Salvatore wondered as she grew even more flushed, clearly overwhelmed. Ironically, it made Salvatore want to rattle off with listing some of the best meals this place had to offer. The idea maybe she had never eaten in front of a man - or, that there could have existed invisible rules of what one could and could not eat when among a man, never crossed his mind.

“I would like steak…”

“I think I want steak too!”

With a nod, she let her teeth rest against her bottom lip. As if there were nothing better to do, she looked to the window. Promised snow had yet to come. If one did not look outside - their eyes truly trained on the atmosphere, then they would have missed the how specks of white fell from the dark sky. 

Delores had a ribeye steak, well done. She also took a salad. Salvatore wanted what she was having, minus the salad. Instead, he treated himself to golden fries that had both plenty of crunch and salt. As time passed, Delores would find herself relieved at how Sal knew how to keep the conversation going. Between telling the waiter - Adriano, their desired meals, and awaiting them, he talked and talked and talked. His demeanor remained comfortable enough to bring herself to speak and contribute to the conversation.

“--I think you know more Italian than me, Dolly.”

“No I don’t,” toying with her tomato, she had far too much humility to even playfully accept her grasp on the language may have been superior. “It’s only a handful of phrases.”

“Look, y’just told me you was roommates with some Italian girl at your High School, and that y’even spent a weekend with her family! Then, you grew up around Giovanni - and y’even work Leo now! You know more than you think y’do!” 

Bashful, honest, she shakes her head. “I don’t even get the chance to speak it,” she insists, “I just listen, and I make connections.” 

“Well, y’know more than me-” when she shoots a stern gaze, he takes back his words: “-the same as I do.” He took back his words, somewhat. “Let me list off some words and you can tell me if you know ‘em or not - and don’t lie Dolly, be honest.”

“I will!”

“Okay…” he thinks, “Orrioppo!”

“Move faster?”

Hurry up was correct, but. He would not hold it against her. “Yeah, that’s right. Uh, Goombah!”

“Man.” Leone had used it when approaching other males, Granddaddy also used it - though with sneers. Due to this, Delores could not help but believe it was derogatory as a little girl. For all she knows, it still may be.

“Wazza mara you?”

“Hm?”

“I said, Wazza mara you?”

“I-I don’t understand.”

“Dolly! What’s the matter with you?”

“Oh…” she got it, finally. “Oh!” 

He thought that what Delores would do upon realizing was smile, all hesitant and mousy. Or she would shake her head at him, he noticed enjoyed doing that. What happened was unexpected: Delores was laughing. But it was not free, no, within the seconds she realized it would not stop, she brought up her hand to stifle herself. 

“Hey! What’re you doin’ that for?”

She looked unable to understand, “what am I doing?” 

“Coverin’ your face! You have a pretty smile. What do you wanna hide it for?”

“I…” surely, if she had anything in her mouth she would have choked. “...I just don’t want to disrupt anyone…” “Who cares about them?” His apathetic shrug left her breathless. “Huh? Who cares!” She felt the need to avert her eyes as his smile grew.  He lifted his hand, having not one, but two fingers pointed at her, “that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile. Ever. In my life.”

 She could not think of any appropriate way to reply. ‘I’ll smile more?,’ ‘I’m happy you think my smile is nice?’ there was just no way to do it without making some sort of mistake. Thus, as her last resort, Delores looked to the window only to grow surprised. Snow, plenty of snow was falling across Bensonhurst, “Oh look, Salvatore!” 

Sal vah tore! His name sounded different when she was surprised, “it’s snowing!” 

Though he lifted his heavy eyebrows, it did not interest him. He was grateful for the amount of faces he got her to make tonight, even if they were not from toe curling pleasure. The taboo nature of her remained lost on him, however he was willing to create more moments like this. All to get inside her, figure out what she was about when domineering men were not around. 

Winston was going to be pissed. But he could not have thrown their whole friendship away. Salvatore figures it could have been worse for Winston: his cousin could be getting courted by a stranger. A greedy guy like Dino.

“Yeah!” He says for her, “it’s a November miracle!” 

#( STORIES. ) #( SALVATORE. / THE YOUTHFUL YEARS. ) #( DELORES. / THE YOUTHFUL YEARS. ) #( RE: SALVATORE AND DELORES. )

[quarantinediaries]

Disastrous Delicatessen

As a student, I like to dedicate as much of my time during the school year to my studies. And occasionally Twisted Tea. During spring break this year, as I had no plans to do anything, I thought I would return to my seasonal part time job. I work at a local grocery store in my hometown behind a deli counter. It is gross, it is irritating, and it never ceases to show me the lengths that the general public will stride to for the sake of lunch meat.

In the midst of this confusing and stressful time high with tension and full of concern, a grocery store is one of the busiest places. Even during a period of social distancing and quarantine, the people need their groceries. Or, their just-in-case-myself-and-my-family-of-four-can’t-leave-our-home-snacks.

Name calling, unwarranted aggression over cheese, and suffocating self-entitlement are just a few of the phrases I would use to describe the events that have transpired over the past week. After being called a vulgar four letter word that unrightfully describes female anatomy, beginning with “c,” over a small plastic bag containing cheese, I have decided that I just can’t take any of these people seriously. It wouldn’t be intellectually healthy.

Today, all “non-essential businesses” were ordered to shut down. This, of course, does not include my local grocery store. So, I worked. And, from behind the sparse case of picked over meat and cheese, I watched as the residents of my small town showed their true colors. Much like one observes a tragic play from an audience in orchestra seating, I viewed the scenes of this performance as they rapidly flew by-- unsuspecting onlookers became active and vivid members of lively debate, and innocent produce pickers became conspiracy theorists.

What panic does to people has proven to be drastic, and these effects continue to astonish me. I’ve learned to find humor in them, though laughing out loud may trigger more name calling. Keep it to short, silent exhales and keep moving. 

If you are a non-essential employee of the system, do stay safe out there. But also stay healthy, and also stay inside. It’s turning out to be a bumpy ride.

-M.

#flattenthecurve #coronavirus #panic #covid19 #deli #quarantinediaries #quarantine #retail

[real-retail-stories]

S/o to the deli clerk that spent 10 minutes ranting and being vulgar in front of customers, making a family drop their shit and walk away cause she was so busy CURSING in front of their small child she wasn't serving them. If you don't want the same wage as a new high school hire,, DON'T BE A DELI CLERK TILL YOUR 40 you serve people food,, it's a low wage job and no amount of experience can change that

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