#and i thought it would be funny if bones was a little angry dog

[kyurochurro]

to BARKLY go where no PET has GONE BEFORE!!!!1!

#churro art #my art #digital art #doodles #fanart #star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #james t kirk #james kirk #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #LIL DOODLE FROM TODAY HEHEHE #this is so random but I randomly got the idea of them as dogs #and i thought it would be funny if bones was a little angry dog #bones is a Jack Russell terrier while Kirk is a shiba in :D #and spock is a sphinx cat!! #i did think about doing the rest of the crew but Dios Mío my brain is so dead HAHAHA #i wish I was good at assigning dogs to ppl but alas I am not; T_T #abywassss back to hw LOL

[vulpisnocturna]

Can you write a obito x female reader. Fucking🥰

reaaaal hard.

Please?

Hey anon, it took me a while, but here it is! I hope you like it :)

Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: modern au, fake dating, jealousy, possessiveness, dom Obito Uchiha, afab reader, dirty talk (degradation kink-ish), slight breeding kink that comes with the Uchiha package, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, angry sex (ish), bratting

Word count: 3k

It wasn’t as though you didn’t like Obito. He was nice and funny, but you two were just friends. And because you were good friends, you thought you could ask him for a favour. Your ex  had been sleeping with other people even though it had only been a month since you two had broken up. It might have been petty, but you did not want to look lame or as though you were still hung up on your relationship with him. Obito had accepted to act like he was your boyfriend, but you thought he was taking the jealousy a little too far. 

His hand never left the small of your back, you were practically dragged on his lap every time you wanted to sit down, and his eyes were furious every time he saw your ex looking at you. He had insisted on doing several shots, and the more he drank, the more possessive he got. 

When he went to the bathroom, you decided to get some air. You didn’t want to admit that Obito’s behaviour was making you question your friendship with him. His hands on your waist, the scent of his cologne, his strong arms holding you tightly were getting to your head. At the same time, you found him to be stifling. Wasn’t this supposed to be a ruse? He was supposed to be easy-going as he always was, not a guard dog.

You leaned against the railing of the balcony, sighing. It was quite cold for a September night, and you wished you’d worn something a little warmer, but you had wanted to look good. In hindsight, it was stupid. Why were you so bothered if he did sleep around? You’d been the one to break up with him. 

‘Your new boyfriend has a short fuse’ 

That was the last voice you wanted to hear.

‘He’s just protective’ you said, and your ex stood next to you, a little too close for your liking.

‘Worried I might get you back?’ he taunted, voice syrupy. You sneered, grinding your teeth.

‘He has nothing to worry about’ you hissed. If he thought he could get you in his bed and use you again, he was sorely mistaken. 

When he got closer, you started to straighten up and step back, and his mouth almost brushed yours. Before you could even begin to unravel what had happened, the sickening sound of a fist colliding with bone made you wince. He stumbled into a potted palm, almost smashing it before he regained his balance and cradled his jaw.

‘What the fuck-‘ he started to shout, but Obito stepped in front of you, harshly pulling you against him.

‘Do that again and you’ll have to get plastic surgery for your nose’ he snarled, his fingers tightening around your waist, almost hurting you.

‘You’re insane’ your ex gritted his teeth, but he did not try to retaliate. Obito scoffed darkly, tilting his head. You swallowed, unsure what you should do.

‘You have no idea. We’re leaving’ he said, giving him a last look of revulsion before he dragged you inside and snatched your jacket. 

‘Obito, wait-‘ you said, pulling on his arms. He glanced at you, his eyes hard and unwavering, the deepest black burning with the kind of look that made you squirm and stop protesting. You weren’t worried at all he might hurt you, but what he’d done… it was way too far. He was taking the theatrics too far, and you were pissed that he would make a scene. 

He dragged you down the stairs, and you struggled to keep up with his long legs, and despite the fact that he looked furious, he still opened the car door for you.

‘Obito- that was too far’ you said, crossing your arms. He looked down at you, his expression unwavering before he jerked his head towards the passenger seat.

‘Get in’ he ordered, voice more authoritative than you’d ever imagined would be possible.

‘You don’t tell me what to do’ you said out of spite, even though you wanted to leave the party now that he’d caused a scene and he was your only way home.

‘Get in, y/n. We will talk after’ he barked, though his voice was low and dangerous. You wondered what the hell had happened to your easygoing best friend.

‘You can’t drive like this’ you said. His eyes were boring into yours, and he looked stern. 

‘I’m fine. I won’t repeat myself’ he said, and you huffed and got in, just because you were starting to get cold and you were tired of arguing. He closed the door and walked around, sitting down behind the wheel and leaning over you to put your seatbelt on. It pissed you off that he was treating you like a child. He put on his seatbelt and started the car, driving off. 

The car ride was silent, but you noticed that his fingers were tight around the steering wheel. So tight his knuckles were turning white. His hair was messy, as though he had ran his fingers through it in a bout of anger, and his mouth was set in a hard line.

You crossed your legs away from him, looking out the window and crossing your arms. If he wanted to act like a prick, you’d beat him at his own game. 

He parked in front of his house and you undid your seatbelt and got out, stomping over to the door. He opened it, and as soon as he closed it behind you, his mask slipped. But you were quicker than him.

‘What the fuck was that about?’ you snapped in the dimly lit hallway, and he grimaced, kicking off his shoes. You followed him through the kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and took a swig. His expression was dark and ominous, and his fingers were tight around the bottle.

‘Was this all a ploy to make your ex jealous? That’s low’ he said gruffly, ‘you kissed him? Liked making me look like a clown?’

‘What? I didn’t kiss him- he tried to kiss me, but you punched him in the face. What the hell got over you?’ you said, spreading your arms to illustrate your point. Obito laughed darkly. 

‘You felt bad for him?’ he asked, swirling his beer in the bottle before he took another sip. 

‘Can you stop the interrogation? You’re being ridiculous’ you huffed. Obito straightened up and put the bottle on the countertop, striding over to you until he was inches away from your face and you had to strain your neck to look at him. 

‘Ridiculous? I’m not your second choice. I’m not a toy, and I’m not stupid either. I saw the way you looked at me all night. You think you’re so slick and subtle, but I can tell you want me. The question is, do you want me or him more? Because I’m tired of playing games’ he said, voice hard but strained. You inhaled sharply, your heart hammering in your ears, deafening you. 

‘I don’t want him’ you said through gritted teeth, staring up at him. He swallowed heavily before his lips clashed with yours, sending a surge of electricity through your whole body. Your stomach dropped, and when his fingers tangled in your hair and his lips sought yours out with rage mingled with passion, you were wholly undone. You answered in kind, pouring your frustration and desire into pulling at his short black hair, biting his lower lip, sucking it until he let out a low moan. But he didn’t seem to want to give you too much freedom to get aggressive, because he pushed you against the wall, lifting you up until you had to hook your legs around his hips. He pushed his tongue against your lips, almost demanding you to let him slip it into your mouth, and you let him, although you were just as ravenous as he was when the kiss got deeper. 

He didn’t say anything as his mouth trailed down to your throat and he started sucking, but you pulled on his hair, conflicted between the pleasure and the anger at the fact that he was marking you.

‘Maybe you need a reminder not to flirt with other people. And they need a reminder that you belong to me’ he said in your ear, his fingertips squeezing your ass. 

‘I wasn’t flirting’ you hissed, going to his neck and nipping at the curve of his shoulder, sucking harshly. Two could play that game, and you weren’t going to let him win. 

‘I always knew you’d be stubborn’ he groaned, carrying you to his bedroom and landing a sharp smack on your ass that made you yelp.

You’d never have thought Obito could have this side about him. Jealous, yes. But harsh, demeaning and possessive? You had had no idea. And the fact that it was making you wet was thrilling and humiliating at the same time.

He lowered you onto the bed, going back to kissing your mouth as if he were a starved man. You clung onto his back as he gripped your thigh and pressed his erection between your legs, making you gasp softly at the friction. 

‘After this, you’re only going to be thinking about me. I’ll make damn sure of it. Just like I always think about you’ he said, lifting himself up to take off his white hoodie. You had always known Obito had a nice silhouette, but he was really attractive, all slim hips, faint abs and strong, nicely curved biceps. His collarbones were slightly jutting, giving him a graceful look. You ran your hands down his arms, holding onto them, feeling the rippling muscles as he propped himself on his elbows and tugged at the zipper of your dress. He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, staring at you with burning, lustful eyes.

‘Dressing like a little slut… were you craving attention so badly? Wriggling on my lap, making me feel your ass on my cock like it was nothing- do you have any idea what you do to me? Or maybe you do, and you just enjoy behaving like a slut’ he crooned, voice sweet as he pulled down your dress and tossed it on the floor.

‘That’s not true’ you breathed, but your voice came out needy and lewd as he licked your nipples through the lace of your bra and pushed his cock against your cunt, making your hips twitch.

‘God you sound so fucking needy, darling. All for me, yeah?’ he mocked, lifting your back and unhooking your bra. His eyes roamed your chest, his hands palming your breasts, his mouth latching onto a stiffening nipple to suck and tease it with his tongue.

‘Obito-‘ you moaned, rutting against him, deranged with pleasure already. He was driving you insane with every movement, and it seemed he was far from done, because his hand slipped under your panties, middle finger stroking circles around your clit.

‘So wet. It’s not true, huh? Why are you drenched for me, then? Who knew a brat like you would enjoy being put in her place’ he said, sucking hickeys on your tits and flicking your clit with his strong, slender fingers. You moaned, arching your back into his touch.

‘More’ you moaned, gasping softly, your eyes closing. Obito laughed softly, yanking your underwear down swiftly and spreading your legs.

‘More, mh? I can give you more’ he drawled, a wicked smirk on his lips as he lowered his head to leave a trail of kisses down your stomach and on your thighs. You inhaled sharply, mewling when he dragged the flat of his tongue up your cunt, tensing it and flicking your clit as he got to the top. Your hands shot to his hair, and he moaned, pulling one of your thighs on his shoulder and starting to lick your clit up and down, one of his hands kneading your ass and the other sliding between your legs to push two fingers inside you.

‘God- ‘bito- too much’ you whined, squirming when he curled his fingers and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently. 

‘I thought you wanted more. Take it like a good girl’ he said, his eyes on you as he twirled his tongue around your clit, making you moan loudly and roll your hips into him, painfully close to an orgasm.

‘I’m close- gonna cum’ your legs tensed up, and you bit your lip hard, your moans increasing along with the pumping of his fingers against your g-spot and his tongue on your clit.

‘Cum for me, needy slut’ he said against your cunt, sending you spiralling when he hummed softly as he sucked on your clit. You came with a drawn-out whine, and Obito moaned, continuing to lick and fuck you with his fingers through the aftershocks that rocked your body and made your clit throb.

‘That’s my good girl’ he cooed as he lifted his face, licking his lips and wiping his damp chin.

You were too dazed and fucked out to even move or speak, but Obito was clearly not finished with you. He took off his trousers and black boxers, and his cock sprang out, fully hard and slightly curved upward. He was thick and quite lengthy, and you watched, entranced, as he stroked himself with the hand that was wet with your slick, groaning softly.

‘Are you on birth control?’ he asked, giving you a glance. You nodded, and he smirked, looking satisfied as he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hair, his breath fanning your ear.

‘This is for pulling that stunt and being such a dirty little slut. You can take it rough, can’t you, darling? I want to hear you beg for my cock’ he said, rubbing his cock along your labia. You pushed your ass against him, wanting him to just slide in and feel that fullness that you could only imagine… 

‘Answer me, brat’ he said, pinching your nipple. You moaned, eyes screwed shut tightly.

‘Shut up and follow through, Obito’ you groaned, wanting to push his buttons. You didn’t want him to have it easy. He groaned, smacking your ass and thrusting without any care inside you. You moaned filthily, feeling him everywhere, the upward tilt of his cock pressing right against your g-spot, making you see stars.

‘That’s what I thought. You’re so fucking tight, little slut’ he moaned, fisting your hair and straightening up, his hand gripping your hip as he started giving shallow, lazy thrusts inside you that kept brushing against your g-spot and stimulating your clit from the inside.

‘Fuck- you’re so fucking perfect’ he breathed, twitching inside you. Your mouth was agape with every shallow, taunting thrust, until you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him to be rougher. Needed him to lose control and just fuck you with reckless abandon.

‘Harder’ you panted, fisting the sheets. Obito hummed tauntingly, slowing down even more. 

‘Not good enough’ he said. You whined, gritting your teeth, uncaring of how needy you might sound. It was way too much. 

‘Please- fuck me harder’ you keened. Obito bottomed out and buried himself to the hilt inside you with a grunt, the hand that was on your hair wrapping around your throat, making your mind foggy and your body hypersensitive.

‘Good girl’ he said, setting an unrelenting pace that left you clawing at the sheets and gasping with every thrust. His hand pressed on your lower stomach, and you let out a loud whine and a string of pleas and curses.

‘That’s it. Cum around my cock. So fucking needy. So pretty. Anyone ever made you feel like this? Anyone get you this needy, begging to be fucked?’ he groaned, pairing every sentence with a harsher thrust, until you were a moaning mess, tears streaming down the bridge of your nose, your lower stomach tight.

‘No- just you. Only you- Obito…’ you moaned incoherently, and his fingers had barely touched your clit when you came around him so hard your field of vision was white for a moment. 

‘Fuck… that’s it. That’s it. I’m close. Gonna cum inside you, fill you with my cum, make you mine’ he moaned, holding both of your hips and fucking you so roughly your head was spinning. 

His low moans and groans were music to your ears, and you pushed your ass against him with every thrust, getting him even closer to the edge, until he let out a long moan and came deep inside you. 

He was panting, pushing inside you lazily a few times before he slipped out of you and slumped next to you.

You didn’t speak for a few minutes, catching your breath, both of you exhausted from the wild fucking you’d been engaged in for what had felt like hours.

‘I got carried away. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ he whispered, turning to face you, stroking your hair much more gently than the way he’d been doing it earlier. You smiled slightly. You’d clearly both needed the release, but you couldn’t deny that there was something more to it. Something deeper, more meaningful. You didn’t really want to unravel the repercussions of fucking with your best friend so possessively just yet.

‘It was good- better than that, Obito’ you said tiredly, and he chuckled, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles.

‘I- I want you to know I didn’t do this out of spite or lust- I mean, of course I want you, but- I wanted to do this. For the longest time. I… I have always loved you’ he said, his eyes slightly wide and uncertain. 

‘I… love you too, Obito’ you said, your heart full. It was easier than you’d thought to realise that. It didn’t feel like you were being vulnerable, it felt like you were both bared, body and soul, and the feeling that had been concealed and denied for so long had finally bloomed in your heart.  

#naruto #writing #fanfiction #obito #uchiha obito #obito headcanons #obito x you #obito x reader #obito smut #obito uchiha smut #obito imagines #naruto smut #naruto imagines

[downforthegas]

Little drabble I've thought of writing for a while... Wa//lly is hanging out with Ba//rn//aby, and farts in front of him for the first time... teasing ensues

CW: farts (obviously), teasing/humiliation

Barn and Wally are hanging out at Barn's house. Barn has a nice, big bed (bc of course he does) so him and Wally are able to comfortably rest on it together. Barn's sitting upright against the headboard, while Wally is lying on his stomach, just listening to his best friend. He's cuddling up against a bone-shaped pillow, a favorite of Barn's many pillows that cover the bed. He's resting his head against the top and the bottom is getting squeezed gently between his thighs.

"So I says," Barnaby started. "and then he disappeared without a tres! eheheheheheh!"

"Ha. ha. ha. That's funny, Barnaby."

"Aw, thanks pal. You're always lookin out for me."

"Well... it's what friends do... I think."

Barnaby laughs again. He continued talking and Wally continued to listen. He wasn't much for talking, so he was a great listener. This time, however, he could hardly focus. No, he wasn't disassociating like usual. At least, he wasn't trying to, but something was making him. His tummy was starting to ache. He could feel little bubbles shifting around inside of him. Clearly the chili dogs him and Barnaby had earlier were not sitting well. Barn seemed completely fine, being used to foods like that, but Wally didn't eat chili regularly so his tummy wasn't working well with it.

Wally knew what it was. He knew he was full of gas, and that he had to get it out now. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to be rude, but with the way he was positioned, with his stomach against the pillow and his legs spread slightly, it was kinda hard. It was no use fighting it. He relaxed a little and pushed out a silent, airy fart. It had to have gone on for 30 seconds straight. He felt his belly deflate and shrink as the warm air rushed out of him, into the open air and against Barn's pillow. The seat of his pants slowly warmed up as well, which admittedly felt really good, almost as good as the cramps disappearing from his midsection. He let out a slight sigh when it was over.

Then the smell hit Barn.

Wally didn't think the fart would have a smell, but then he smelled it himself. He was hoping Barn wouldn't say anything about it but-

"Whoooo!" Barnaby fanned his nose with his huge mitt. He was in the middle of talking about what Howdy was rambling about when a smell of rotten apples mixed with chili hit his nose and stopped him. "Jeez, what's that smell?"

"Oh." Wally's face was faintly orange. Hopefully he wouldn't know that was him. "Uh... I'm... not... sure..."

Barn could tell Wally was being a little suspicious. He knew a little teasing wouldn't be so bad.

"Heh. Maybe a skunk just walked past the house."

Wally's face got more orange. "Uh... maybe..."

"Actually, the egg salad in my fridge prolly went off now that I think about it." He was grinning ear to ear.

The flush on Wally's face grew to his ears. "That has to be it..."

"Oh, I know. I think something died under the house."

Wally's stomach turned as he shoved his face into the pillow. "It doesn't smell that bad!" He said into the pillow, hoping Barn wouldn't hear.

"Oh I don't know, pal," Barn continued. "I think I saw a few flowers die outside... and the paint's pealing over there... oh, I know! Maybe it's coming from you!"

Wally lifted his head, his eyes pointing downward as if he were angry and his face still orange. "Not... at... all..." Just as he said this, he accidentally push a little audible fart into the pillow. it was still muffled but both Wally and Barn could hear. Wally shoved his face back into the pillow as Barn chuckled.

"Fine... it... was... me..."

"Heh. Sorry, buddy. I kinda knew it was you."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I thought I'd tease you a little, but I didn't think you'd take it so hard. Sorry bout that."

"Oh, it's ok," Wally said as he sat up, still sitting on the pillow. "I didn't mean to... do that... my stomach was hurting so bad... I felt like I was gonna explode... I tried to hold it but-"

"Aw, don't worry about it. I actually thought it was kinda cute."

"Cute?"

"Yeah. hehe. I didn't think you could make a smell like that..." He looked over and finally realized what Wally was sitting on. He didn't seem too pleased. "...and against my favorite pillow too."

Just then Barnaby's stomach growled. He held his mitt against it in discomfort.

"Ughh!" Barn said. "I think I had too much chili." He gently lifted himself slightly off the bed and blasted a loud, long bubbling fart against the blanket. It vibrated the bed violently for a solid 10 seconds. Barn sighed and waved his mitt.

"Phew!" He exclaimed. "That's better!"

"Wow Barn..." He waved the stink away from his face. It was a little unbearable. He had never heard Barn fart before and now he never wanted to again. "That was..."

"Huge? I know." Barn said. "But we're best friends. If you wanna fart around me, go ahead. It's natural."

"You're right..." Wally said, releasing another silent toot against the pillow, this time however, the hissing of the fart was loud enough to hear, which made Wally blush a little.

"Hey! That's my pillow!" Barn exclaimed.

"Ha. Ha. Ha... ok then... have it back..." He took the pillow out from underneath him and flung the back of it into Barn's face.

"Eww, Buddy!" He laughed. Then he took the blanket that was underneath his butt and threw it on top of Wally, who retched right before pulling the blanket off, his hair coming undone.

"That was gross..." Wally said, smiling even though he got a face full of butt fumes.

"Heheheheh! Serves you right!" The two laughed. Deep down, despite how embarrassed Wally was, he was really happy. Because now he knew he could be fully comfortable around his best friend.

~

Phew, uh... I've been wanting to write this for a while. I know I've been posting a lot of WH eprocto stuff, but this is what happens when two interests combine. I can't just keep it to myself... that would be selfish lol

#eproctophilia #playfellowxxx #gassyfellowxxx #eprocto #fart kink #gassy #farts #farting #guy fart #gassy guy

[pbandjesse]

I did not have as much free time to do as I was hoping. But I accomplished very important things and that is very good. Even if I bruised my knee very badly.

I fell asleep a lot easier last night. Like super quickly. Which was nice. But waking up this morning was really miserable. I was so tired. Outside looked weird. Almost purply. Which would soon turn into crazy fog and rain. I did not want to be up.

But I had to get James to work and then to the rheumatologist. So I got dressed. But while I was getting dressed I asked them to get my COVID card. But it didn't get put away when we came back from the Dr on Thursday. And then it wasn't anywhere and I was trying very hard to not be angry that it didn't get put away. But eventually James found it in the car. So at least we have them but it was not the stress I needed.

Getting to the museum was fine. James was tired and hurting but I gave them a kiss and left them at work.

I went over to McDonald's and got breakfast. But it was only 8. And my appointment wasn't until 930. I should be there 15 minutes early but I had a lot of time to waste. So I parked and are my breakfast and listened to a podcast. And eventually I drove out to the doctors office.

I was nervous. The building was weird and there weren't any signs except for pieces of paper. But the actual office was so nice! And the woman at the desk, Blanche, was the nicest. She helped me with my confusion with some of the paperwork. Answered all my questions. And the wait wasn't bad, even if they had a pretty terrible movie about a dog on the TV.

The actual appointment was long as hell. 930 to 1045. Jeez. The medical assistant, Jessica, was very funny. And the doctor was super caring. She listened to all my concerns. It was a little hard to explain my pains because it's not constant. It's not like my joints are particularly swollen. But she said she thinks it's my tendons and the connectors and not my direct joints. But she said with the pain and the psoriasis still being an issue she wants to put me back on a medication like enbrel. But we discussed it further and are going to attempt to get the insurance to cover an "in office" medication that if, and it's a huge if, I get pregnant I wouldn't have to stop. One of the medications you have to be using two forms of birth control because it's so toxic to fetuses. And enbrel and humira can cross the placental barrier. So this other one is what we're going to try for safety.

I got 8 more vials of blood taken. And then I was off into the world to get an x-ray! Blanche asked where I normally go for X-rays. And I'm just like. What kind of life do you think I live that I would have an x-ray guy?? But she had a list of places and one was 3 minutes away.

So over there I went. And I apparently came at the perfect time because there was only one woman in front of me and so I only had to wait 15 minutes.

I had to take my belly button ring out. But I did not have to change into a gown. So that was nice. I wish she showed me the x-ray. I want to see my bones. I hope it's in my patient portal.

I was tired though and hungry. I thought I would stop for fries. But I had eaten out for breakfast so I went home and had leftover pasta.

I had two hours until I needed to go to the library. So once I was home I did some picking up of the apartment. And then laid on the couch for an hour. There was other stuff I needed to do, but I was just. So tired.

The grey and rainy weather was taking it out of me. But I got myself back together and went to the library. I made a strawberry drink. And I would get there a little early.

This is the last shift of my grant position. It was fun, even if it wasn't super well attended. Jasmynn is great. And we decorated paintbrushes and talked about books and movies. I had the librarians show me some Native American books that might be helpful for puhtok. And I got a new library card so I can use the ebook library on my tablet! Amazing. I'm thrilled.

We did have one child come and build with us. And we had some great conversations. And I love my little brush garden. It was a fun couple of hours.

But I was ready to go home. So when Jasmynn said she was going to stay a little longer and that I could head out, she did not need to tell me twice. I was ready to be home.

I got back here and James was going through out kitchen to get rid of stuff. I really appreciate them starting that. We have to many doubles from when we lived apart. And we want to work harder on paring down on our possessions. It's going to be tough but I'm glad we are going to try to make an effort to do it.

James made me corn soup for dinner but it was so spicy I couldn't eat it. It madey mouth tingle. So they gave me a quesadilla instead. I felt bad that they worked on dinner and it didn't work out. But they said it was okay.

We would mostly just lay around tonight though. I worked on my knitting but not much else.

Eventually we were in bed and I told James about my favorite theme restaurant form when I was a kid, bugaboo screen steak house, a Canadian themed chain. And they were trying so hard not to laugh as hard as they wanted to because they were afraid they were going to pop their staples. But I was having a great time just telling them about this ridiculous place that I loved going.

I would get a shower after that and now I am just ready to get some sleep because tomorrow is going to be long as hell. But it will be a good day. Even if it's a triple cannery. At least there is no overlaps. And then I continue to work through the evening for the radio event. I'm excited though.

I hope you all sleep great tonight. Take care of yourself! Goodnight!!

[a-vampire-culturelover]

Earthshine- An Oneshot I made for a Adventure Time oc and a certain vampire from the Stakes Miniseries >:3

Garbage wasn't admittedly the smartest or healthiest cat in all of Ooo, far from it. Sure he had been bitten by snakes because he disregarded all safety, been kicked out of Wizard City at 10-ish for causing a huge accident(its not his fault that guy insulted his confetti magic >:( ).

But curious was one thing he would openly admit, compared to the other atrocities of existing that he had committed.

Tell that to funny little boat near the water with the vases and funny pearls. He'd been watching it for what felt like hours, only now deciding to step up to it and confront what was in it with a broken, sharp broom handle.

"Hello? Anyone here?.." He had asked to the seemingly empty space, only a few vases and more of those weird, glowing, blue pearls. At first he wanted to put one in his mouth, pop one and see what came of it, but then he had a another thought: Vases go smashy smashy >:3

Just as he was about to rip and maul apart the much larger vase In front of him, as he looked inside for any kind of loot to steal, there he saw them.

A weird, ugly baby with an ear on her forehead.

Huh. So this was what was from The Nightosphere. He honestly expected creepier. Oh well. He repeatedly poked the thing with the broken broom handle(and accidentally staked it a few times, only for it to horrifically heal), until the sun began to set, prompting him to go back to home, wherever the hell home was supposed to be. The pearls set on the ground brightened greatly as the Moon shun onto the little boat near the water. A shuffling noise coming from it as Garbage finally stepped out. Fur raised on its end, he saw the person sleeping in the vase step out and look him dead in the eye, sharp fangs hiding behind that soft smile.

And then he screamed, hid in a bush, and barked like a rabid dog hoping she wouldn't mug him or something. Hell naw, he's not dying today! Only Eustace is allowed to kill him for poking around and pestering with other people(mainly just Eustace.)

"Don't kill me I swear I only broke your pretty vases for fun! It was instincts, forgive me!" Garbage spat, spooked from the blank but warm smile on her face.

Reminds her of The Fool..He'd make a fine friend.

Suddenly, as if Garbage had been struck by a hammer by an angry merchant that he stole food from, his bones felt like jelly, leaving him paralyzed on the ground, helpless to this threat? Friend? Whatever she was, she bared fangs and make it evidently clear: He was done for. A single bite to the neck and blood spurted as he screamed for help that would never come, Eustace and his family nowhere near to hear his cry. As he slipped from consciousness, a cold feeling washed over him as something burning flowed through him, making him pass out as already sharp canines grew sharper, and his eyes notably more red than before as he slept, heart unbeating.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - -

Garbage finally awoke to the boat again, sat on a pile of blankets like a dog. Huh, weird. He should be dead and partying in the Nightosphere or something.

"You're awake." A new voice spoke from the room, sending Garbage jumping and clawing the roof of the boat he was trapped to in fear. The same little person with the sharp teeth and ear on their forehead was standing right next to the pile of blankets, which he assumed they gathered for him. He had never seen anything like her, humanoids sure, and sometimes the occasional demon cat if his luck felt like screwing him over, but a bloodsucker? A vampire, was it now? He had never seen a vampire before..They blinked at him slowly, giving him comfort that he was not there as some blood bag, but rather a guest of sorts. A still, silence filling the air, giving Garbage the moment to drop down onto the soft blankets and check his heartbeat, unsettled by the empty silence surrounding him and the mysterious stranger.

No heartbeat.

Shit. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.

The cat checked his teeth, finding them sharper than before, and looked to the water outside the boat only to find his reflection gone, only his shirt and cool-guy shorts.

He was a bloodsucker too now. Oh well. He didn't have anything else better to do with his day anyways.

"Why did you turn me? Like im not complaining Mrs. Whatever the Glob your name is, but im pretty sure I'd be everyone's last choice, if I'd even be a choice."

"You remind me of someone I know. You and my friend The Fool act so very similar, foolish in their ways but much fun to cause trouble with." She said, her voice deep and demonic, yet somewhat soothing. For the first time, excluding his best friend Eustace and their wife and child, someone had actually chose him as a friend, instead of just being stuck in the same room as him and forced to endure his chaotic personality. A loud growl from his stomach and a bundle of whispers speaking of bloodbloodfeedeatblood enticed him, and the stranger, as he would learn was Moon, and old vampire from years and years ago, took him and walked away from the safety of the boat, off to get him something to eat, preferably something warm, red, and pulsing.

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I don't know how this will look like when I send it because I'm an ask vigrin and this is my first time sending one so... Be gentle with me pls. I don't even know if I should send an ask for this in the first place or is there some other method for it but it's okay 😭

In case the post doesn't show up and it just stays as a link, this is about your character ask post. Soooo it's for little angry meow meow Yurio: 1, 2, 3, 8, 10, 23, 27

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YOU DID GOOD, KID!!! I'm honored to be your first ask, so lets get into it bc I made you wait long enough for this...

Ah Yuri Plisetsky… Yurio... my son… my boy… lets see, shall we…

1. My first impression of them

I knew about Yurio long before I even started watching YOI because I had fallen down the pipeline of “gnc long-haired blond anime characters with bangs” which started with Howl and, more importantly, Mello. And if I associate you with Mello you win.

As for when I actually started the show, (thx grace) once I saw the scene where Yurio is yelling at Yuuri in the bathroom early in ep 1, I knew he would be an interesting character. Once he was running from the Yuuri-on-a-hug-rampage later that’s the exact moment I knew this lil ball of anger needed to be protected at all costs.

2. When I think I truly started to like them

Because of the previous answer, lets just say I knew I was gonna like him right from the get go.

3. A song that reminds me of them

I have a couple for this but don’t read into them because BOTH were song recs from an AMAZING Otayuri fic I read half a year ago. Aynalayin is my fav of the two.

8. Your favorite outfit of them

WTTM – the classic, hands down, no questions asked

10. Describe the character in one sentence

A tiny but powerful blond skating prodigy that works himself to the bone all because he wants acknowledgement from his lifelong idol… and because he gets to wear “knife shoes”

23. Future Headcannon

I think Yurio is destined to have a long successful career that surpasses Viktor for sure. I like to think that its an injury that does him in. Only because I do not think Yuri would ever leave the ice willingly. But it happens when he officially becomes the oldest skater to ever win worlds. Oh and he’s the first to land a quad axel in competition… ever.

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc. who would be the most fun for them to meet?

Hmm…

Ok hear me out… I don’t know if HE would want this, but I really think it would be funny for him to meet Atsushi from Bungo Stray Dogs. A boy who can turn into a TIGER!?! I mean COME ON!!! Also because their personalities are so different I feel like that would be MAD entertaining.

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#holy shit this was fun #now i understand why ppl do these its fun to word vomit lol #I NEED MORE 😂😂😂 #again tysm for this #for anyone else i do have a free weekend so it might not actually take me 3 million years to answer an ask this time lol #mutuals my beloved #character ask game #yuri plisetsky #yurio #yuri on ice #yoi

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monologue: i don't even like the taste [ p.01 ] synopsis: local 22 year old lies about every aspect of his life to keep father from worrying content warning: i'm gonna tag homophobia for the unwanted engagement to be safe, but i want to make it clear that cyrion accepts his son. i think there's a real imperative to have children in city elf culture stemming from trauma surrounding purges and a fear of extinction, so it's acceptable to take on lovers outside your marriage as long as you have kids with the spouse the matchmaker picks for you.

Sunday morning in the spring of 9:30. This summer, the Blight will come.

You lay in bed under a short grey quilt, your extremities stinging with the damp, bone-deep cold of a Denerim Drakonis. You cannot summon the willpower to crawl out from under it. You're staring at a poor rendition of a dog. Interesting thing about the bottom bunk; the knot beneath a tack on the left side has twenty-nine rings, not twenty-seven. Either the tree the bed frame was cut from has grown postmortem, or you weren't nearly as observant as you thought you were at sixteen. Soris left a few weeks after you came home, claiming that there wasn’t enough space for three grown men and one Shianni here with a pointed statement about taking advantage of Cyrion’s kindness. This was months ago. He hasn’t forgiven you yet. 

Your father, after ejecting your cousins from the house that first night to sit you down at the kitchen table and beg you, raggedly, to stop throwing yourself out with the bathwater, has been pretending that you never left and everything is normal. You expected this. He’s always been the fake it ‘til you make it sort, creating a life he prefers through patience and optimism. 

And he’s afraid that if he brings up all the damage between you he’ll chase you off, and then he’ll never see you again. Before she was sent away that first night, Shianni lobbed everything in arm’s reach in your general direction and called you names. She yelled at you a little more the next morning, and when she’d said what she needed to say, you talked about it. It’s alright between you now. You like getting to know the woman she’s grown into; she only lords your half-decade absence over your head when it’s really funny, which is more gracious than what fourteen-year-old Shianni would have done.

Soris has been cordial. He talks sparingly to you and whenever you inch the conversation away from practical matters his shoulders tense and his jaw works. He doesn’t want to hear your apologies and you don’t know any other way to fix things with words, so you’ve backed off - you’re hoping the world will present an opportunity to prove that you’re back for good, but maybe he doesn’t want that either. Maybe he just wants to be angry about it for a while.

Case in point, he refused the money Cyrion offered him for the deposit on a new flat (that he’s sharing with his friend Taeodore and Taeodore’s three brothers, which kind of negates his excuse for leaving) because it came from you.

You hadn’t ignored their presence entirely during your time with Slim; most of your cut made it back to Cyrion, replenishing the wealth your family had lost after the last purge. Dad’s been careful not to spend too much at once and draw unwanted attention, but they all look healthier than you can remember them being. You really don’t see the point in refusing the money just because you’re physically present when you’d have to be an idiot to believe he wasn’t using it before, but it’s none of your business. You’ve stopped trying to push.

A shiver runs down your spine when your feet find the rugged floors - you can't feel much below your ankles, but sitting up means leaving behind what little body warmth was trapped beneath you. The chill seeps through the fleece lining of your undershirt. The household could technically afford more firewood and coal than what it's burning, but it's a faux pas to take more than a few bits' worth from Alarith's with the whole Alienage suffering the same weather, and purchasing it from the market district would invite unwanted questions.

Pulling the quilt around your shoulders like a shawl, you feel your way through the shelves, knocking a little wooden archer and a crumpled mailer copy of Threnodies onto the floor in your search for the tinderbox.

The candlelight exposes a claustrophobic room, off-white walls insulated with scrap rugs and unusable, moth-eaten blankets. It's tempting to dress in the dark so you don't have to look at the squalor.

As a kid, squatting in damp, abandoned buildings in those miserable weeks between leaving home and running into Slim, you convinced yourself that no matter how much time or distance existed between you and it, you'd never forget where you came from. Having returned, you realize you were full of shit about that, too; your sense for what's normal has changed drastically. 

You didn't even need to leave the city. You just had to hole up with thieves for a few years to notice that your childhood home's a pretty dismal place from an outsider's perspective.

Funny. You remember it being warmer.

Considering everything that was working against your parents, you had it pretty good growing up. So you and your standards can tolerate this. It wouldn't kill you to be grateful, for once.

You pull on half the clothing you own and rub your hands together until your fingers return to the world of the living.

“M’rning,” you mumble as you duck under the partition.

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes since he woke you up, but Cyrion’s already savoring the dried blackberries he separates from his gruel and saves for last. Rubbing your face, your impulse is to ask him how many times he’s choked inhaling his food like that, but catch yourself before you act the ass.

You're just full of nasty thoughts, aren't you?

“Good morning, son,” he returns brightly as you settle at the table. “Nippy, isn’t it?” He makes conversation as you pick at your own bowl of porridge, everything from inane, obvious comments about the weather to updates about local rumors and foreign news so recent that you wonder if he gets all his information through dreams. He’s stalling; once he’d caught wind that you pass off half eaten plates to the neighbors whenever he leaves before you finish, he started to hover around mealtimes. It’s not just because your palette has grown accustomed to pilfered imports. Even when you were with the Friends of Red Jenny, always flush with silver and stealing half your meals despite that, you didn’t eat much. You’ve been prone to fits of nausea since early childhood, but you think that may have progressed to some unidentified illness between the ages of eighteen and nineteen that you can’t shake off.

If you were to tell him this, he’d just worry. Pointlessly. You’re already taking tonics and there’s not many other avenues of treatment to pursue, so if you’re sick, you’ll just have to be sick.

You hum and nod at the appropriate times, eating slowly while he pretends not to watch you. You ask him if the sage seeds have germinated yet. He's pleased that you remembered. You do this little song and dance every morning on the weekends. That’s when Shianni gets up too early to supply the conversation. “Oh, I forgot to mention,” he starts, lightly. There’s some interesting tension in his frame. He laces his fingers over the table and studies the wall behind you, smiling gently at nothing. His effort to be the most pleasant thing in the room is a tangible one. “I discussed an arrangement with Lady Denril and we came to an agreement. You’re betrothed to a young craftswoman from Highever, now - very pretty. She’ll be coming to live with us in the summer.” You blink, sedate, before returning your attention to your breakfast.

“Alright.” You hesitate before taking another bite, certain that this is the one that brings the nausea back around. “Does she read? I ought write to her.”

Your father’s joints crack when he pops a bouncy shrug, the pleasant smile freezing on his face. A beat. The smile cracks, too.

[ He doesn’t know if Nesiara can read. You’ll end up writing that letter anyway, hoping someone in the Highever Alienage can read it to her if she can’t. You ask her if she’s alright with the move.

When she sends a letter back, it’s full of questions about Denerim and a densely written portrait of Highever. She’s curious but reluctant to talk about herself. She tells you she’s excited to live somewhere else, but the loving way she describes her alienage is what answers your question. 

She tells you she likes your pretty handwriting.

You write back and forth to each other right up to the week of the wedding. Nesiara is blindingly intelligent. She has a bone dry sense of humor that sneaks into her writing and never fails to catch you off guard. By the time she arrives in Denerim, it hardly feels like a first meeting. In one of your letters, you admit that you’ll never be able to love her the way you would love a man, but you promise to take care of her and be her friend. Her reply is warm and understanding, and she asks if you’d like to negotiate an open marriage, but you can tell she’s a little disappointed. You hope you aren’t ruining her life.

You’re...hesitantly optimistic. 

Most people don’t have what your parents had. Plenty of elves have walked the path you’re set on - not the gallivanting with thieves part, but the part where you had the great love of your life in your youth and then settle for something reliable and platonic to see you through to the end. You’ll be alright.

All you really want is to stay with your father, with Soris and Shianni. ]

“WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!” 

He erupts into motion, dragging a hand through his fine grey hair and pulling up strands from his braid as he paces the meager space available. His abandoned chair tilts dangerously on its back feet, unbalanced by the abrupt motion. You sink low in your chair, eyes wide and ear splayed low. You can count on one hand the times your father has raised his voice at you. The temptation to leave the house has never been stronger. You hold your breath until the chair settles on all fours.

“I’m sorry, I’m - I’m sorry,” he says, bringing his tone down to the soothing, modulated timbre you’re used to as he turns his back to the door to face you. You remain wary, unconvinced by his characteristic composure now that you’ve seen what it hides. 

It hasn’t escaped you that he’s blocking the only exit. That’s never good.

“I know you’re grown. I know that time changes people, and that there’s time we haven’t shared, now. I knew that things would be different when you came home, and you don’t have to - you don’t have to explain why, or where you’ve been, if you don’t want to. I’m alright with that.” Oh, this is happening now? 

You’re really not prepared to have this conversation an hour before you’re scheduled to meet with Niobhan, but then, if it were left to you this conversation would happen . . . never. 

You had thought Cyrion was of a similar bent, but it seems even his conflict-avoidant nature has a limit. You wish you at least understood what that limit was, because you have no idea what you’ve said to prompt this reaction, and you’re not sure you can respond appropriately when you’re not on the same chapter, let alone the same page. The dreaded conversation barrels on regardless.

“I just - I remember when you were nine -” “Dad, please don’t.” “It’s relevant! It was Midriel’s - or was it Aled’s? It was someone’s wedding, and we were standing by the tables sampling these.” He pauses, hands casting about like he can pull the correct adjective from the air. The memory of this dish is so rapturous that it eases the stress of the situation from his eyes for a count of five, so it has to be some kind of dessert. “Singular strawberry fritters, and you were fussing about how the ceremony dragged on. That’s the first time I told you that when you married, it would be in a trade with another city. You made this face at me.” He furrows his brows and twists his mouth to one side in a mask of disapproval and doubt. You choke on gruel. “Then you thanked me for my efforts, despite the fact that they weren’t necessary, because, for my information, you were going to court Arras. And when you were married, you were going to have a dun horse, and he was going to have a piebald horse, and you planned to ride them up and down the length of North Road every week, so I might as well leave the house to your cousins while I’m at it.”

You’re not sure what to say to that. 

You’re not an overconfident guttersnipe anymore. You’re trying not to cause trouble for your father after a lifetime of doing nothing but. Arras died of consumption in 9:28. None of those things would go over well with him, were you to bring them up. “Yeah. That. Sounds like me.” You pinch your ear, fingers cold enough to quell a full body flush.

He exhales, muffled by the steeple of his hands over his mouth. “I just - yes, I want to see you married. I want grandchildren. I just always envisioned you being strongly opposed to it, and now that you’re not...” Cyrion trails off. He’s normally so adept at articulating an argument that you end up more frustrated by your inability to refute what he says than the opinion you disagree with. You feel a stab of empathy for his muteness. 

You think you understand what’s bothering him; this submissive, subdued version of his son is one he’s unfamiliar with, and it’s been troubling him for months. He thought an arranged marriage was a trespass so grievous that it would reach the person he thinks you are at your core, that you’d resist the way you always have - the lack of a reaction is terrifying to him. He’s wondering if that fiery boy is dead. It dawns on you that he went to the trouble of oiling a matchmaker’s palms to get you a better bride than you’re worth for the express purpose of provoking you. It’s impressive, really. You have to respect the hustle. Having eaten as much as you can tolerate, you push the bowl aside. “Hey. I’m doing this new thing called full disclosure? I’m alright, Dad. I’ll tell you when that changes.”

#.motifs [ a storm with a six letter name. ] #.study #cw: homophobia

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She catches him in the tiny alcove across from the infirmary. Catches is the appropriate word, one of her hands wrapped around his wrist. She had long, pretty fingers—of course, like that, they resembled claws, holding onto him viciously. Her face is red, tears brimming up along her waterline, nose scrunched and teeth grinding together.

Nick briefly reflects that Officer Wilcott looks rather pathetic when she’s angry. It’s funny to him, only because he can’t really remember her looking any other way than desperately horny and that’s making this entire situation a lot harder. She sniffs, dramatically, still holds his wrist. He wants to flick it out of her hold, but he can’t risk breaking her wrist. Would probably get in trouble—plus, it’s bad manners to break bones of former bed mates.

“This is rather unprofessional,” Nick says, instead, holding up his hand.

“Unprofessional?” She seethes it between her teeth. Nick remembered (fondly, sure), those teeth capturing up the skin of his chest, her nails dragging down his sides. The way she had all but devoured him alive. That had been nice. She’d not been a gentle, or delicate lover. She’d not been anything but extremely fast, frantic, needy. Which was perfect for casual fucking.

Except, he didn’t realize that she was not thinking of him as casually as he thought of her.

“You should have thought about unprofessional before we—” Wilcott bites off her own words when a soldier passes by. He blessedly pays them no mind; Nick likes that about these mercenaries. They don’t seem inclined into private affairs—they don’t seem to care about anything other than getting paid. The officer soothes her face into a red mask of pure hatred toward him.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

Nick frowns, wrist still captured by her.

“I am not paying you any less attention than I did before.”

Which is precisely the wrong thing to do. She wells up, her eyes watery and shiny and red. The tears begin spilling, pouring over her cheeks and dripping off her chin. Momentarily, he thinks about throwing his doctors coat over her, shielding her pathetic face from him. Cannot handle it when they start in on this—crying. It jerks at a nerve inside him that he would have rather burned away. He cringes, raising a hand and placing it on her shoulder.

She takes the mole hill and makes a mountain, instantly wrapping arms around his middle and pulling herself into him. Nick grimaces. Places a hand to the top of her head. Pats it, like she’s a pathetic dog.

“I thought,” she wheezes against his chest. “I thought that you liked me.”

“Sure,” Nick pets again. “You were very good in bed.” It strikes him suddenly that he doesn’t know her first fucking name and it makes him feel panicky and awkward. She’s nothing but Officer Wilcott to him, a striking little blond woman with big pretty hazel eyes and an amazingly soft body. She works intelligence and drinks her coffee with far too much creamer. She’d been a very fun couple of weeks a few months ago.

“It’s that doctor.” She tilts her head back to look up at him, her pretty eyes burning like coals. She looks monstrous now, her face twisted and spiteful. Her arms tighten. “The German one. I know you like her. Everyone thinks you hate her—I’ve seen you look at her.” For a moment, he thinks about threading fingers into her beautiful blond, curly hair and snapping her neck back. Baring her throat so he can say directly to her heat beat to shut the fuck up. He thinks of slapping a hand over her mouth and telling her to never repeat what she’s saying out loud.

But, he doesn’t.

Instead, he tilts her head forward to his chest, pets her hair again. Listens to her soft sniffling, her pathetic crying.

And for a moment, he tries desperately to remember this womans name. Tries to think, why not her?

Why Dr. Adler?

He’s reminded of the first time he worked closely alongside her. Thinks about the way she crossed out a note he’d made in a margin with such authority it had almost made him want to snap her neck until he read her own annotation and realized, she’d been right. Nick thinks of the way she speaks aloud, enunciates her words around her accent; and how brilliant things just fall out of her mouth all day long. How he can’t stop asking her questions, because she knows all the answers and straight from the tip of her tonuge.

Thinks nonstop about her fingertips brushing over her paperwork. Sticking her hair up into a bun, little tendrils falling free. The way her coat sits around her shoulders, the way she sips her coffee and her sleepy eyes.

Nick thinks about the first time she’d ever saved a life and how that life had been Specialist Carter—had been Mouse. Her gloved hand pressed to the young mercenary’s bleeding side; a little torn flesh of bullet holes from a rifle that had tried to end her life, the man who’d attempted no doubt dead. And König, big terrifying, kills anything in his path for his lover, König sitting down the second Dr. Adler had raised a finger to him.

Had cowed him with a look, had finished the procedure with efficiency, dedication. Had paused a moment to brush a hand over Mouse’s forehead and tell her, it will be alright.

Nick thinks about how one day he’d woken up and brought two cups of coffee into their shared space. The way they danced around each other, her smile when she saw it. Her clipped ‘Danke’ at him, the way she held her nose over it to smell—because Nick brewed his own that morning. Had used his French press. Had gotten up early just to do it; had pulled a bag of beans from inside the cabinet he’d been saving. Ground them himself.

Christ, Nick thinks about the clicking sound of her heels on the tile and how he used to hate that sound, and now wants nothing more than to hear it echo closer to him. He thinks of the time he’d made her laugh—the singular moment when a joke of his had landed. How it had rung clear while she observed a microscope. How she switched the lens out, still smiling, for a stronger one.

How she’d beckoned him over with two fingers and he’d leaned in to look and she’d spoken the name of something clinically dull and strange directly into his ear and his heart had said; this one.

Nick jerks a little, Officer Wilcott squeaking when he shoves her away.

It’s not that Adler is tall and lean and a brunette and this woman is short, curvy and blond. It isn’t that and Nick hates that it can’t just be that. Nick hates that he never bothered learning this womans first name, had never tried to find out anything about her besides if she’d let him bend her over something. He feels nothing but shame curling up inside of him, and also the desperate feeling of wanting to be away from her.

“Je suis désolé,” he mumbles. “I do not think we should see each other any more, Officer Wilcott.”

“I’ll—I’ll talk about—”

Nick reaches toward her. Instead of slamming her head into the wall, he wipes one of her tears off with the back of his hand and tilts his head back and forth.

“Start with Mouse, she will be the most entertained.” And Specialist Carters reputation must proceed her, because Officer Wilcott’s mouth immediately closes. She turns heel and walks away, her little fists shaking at her sides.

When Nick looks to the infirmary he just barely glances the black of Adler’s hair. Wonders if she caught any of that—wonders if it’ll keep her away from him. Because he’s scared she might realize Nick stares as much as he does, probes with as many questions as he does, because looking at her and hearing her speak have become the best part of his day.

#nick #heueheuheuehe

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Fell! Sans X Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Here at the Hamilcult, we support fluff fanfics in cringy fandoms that likely implement OOC cannon characters. That was sarcasm but even so, just know that this might be sorta OOC and this is fluff :3

Also, prepare for a Wattpad level written story and a shitty plot. I just got done writing a 7000 worded fanfic and frankly, I need a b r e a k.

Forgive me for I have sinned writing this

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Y/N yawned, rubbing her tired eyes before laying back on her chair. She sunk deep into her warm coat, the fluffy fur on the hood making her feel more relaxed. The coat was oversized black and red with big pockets, perfect for a human in a place like Snowdin. After all, at the post near the conveniently shaped lamp, Y/N was waiting in the blistering cold. Well, the scenery looked peaceful but it definitely was snowing and the air was terribly cold. The fur on the coat rubbed against her face, making her cheeks turn red from the contrast heat of it and the cold air.

She whined and pulled the coat over her head when a few snowflakes touched her face. "Cold," she mumbled tiredly. Y/N flipped her body to the side and whined again. This time, the problem was how uncomfortable her position was. So she tossed over to the other direction and laid her head against the chair. "...the chair is uncomfortable," she tiredly whined.

"If it's that bad then just fucking leave," a rough, annoyed voice spoke. It was Sans, the slightly taller skeleton with a red sweater on and without his coat. "I want my coat back anyway. You're getting ya' human scent in it and I don't want that kinda trouble," he continued. Y/N huffed and sat up straight. She was around his size to sat the least, but a bit thinner and shorter.

"But I thought you wanted me out here," she retorted. "You clearly get lonely here after a while so I wanted to stay with you."

"Yeah, well stayin' with me hasn't brought more customers, has it?" He replied, turning his head towards the younger girl. His red eyes seethe into her soul basically, but Y/N just giggled at his serious expression. The hood covered half her face so her eyes were widen, which they usually were. It's strange because even without the hoodie, something is always covering her eyes whether it's her hair or not. And without a barber in Snowdin and hundreds of people who want to murder her for being human, Y/N hair is bound to grow out anyway.

"You're so funny sometimes Sans," she complimented with a sweet smile on her face. "You have such a cute look when you're mad...well actually, I don't think I've ever seen you not mad before. I wonder what a genuine smile would look like..." she mumbled sleepily. Sans felt his cheeks light up a bit so he turned away from her, rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to such words at all.

"Huh?–" Sans jumped as he felt the girl's arms wrap around his body softly. She had slipped her arms out of the coat for Sans to out his arms in.

"Put the coat back on. It's big enough for me to fit back here," she giggled quietly as she rested her head on Sans's shoulder. Sans felt his fa e turn red and his body tense; he growled and turn his head towards her.

"I gave the damn thing to you, so wear it properly !"

"But you're cold and you're coat can fit us both."

"I don't care!" Sans hissed back, making Y/N giggled. The two friends often had times like this; wholesome and adorable with Sans getting all flustered. Sans barely even saw her a friend as he promised he would never let anyone get too close to him so he doesn't turn soft. But Y/N's persistent and sweet personality really struck him hard. Of course, he wouldn't go as far as to crush on her, right? No, their just good friends...

Y/N' cheeks puffed out and she pouted her lip like an upset toddler. "Sans, please? Just this once?" She asked as she squeezed him into a tighter hug. Sans scoffed and shook his head.

"No! What am I, some pueny pawn? I will not sink that fucking low," Sans seethed. Y/N was silent for a few moments before simply letting go of her tight grip and going lip against Sans's back. She head remained on his shoulder and luckily his sweater cushioned the feel of his bones, making this a comfortable position.

"I like this much better," she said tiredly with a warm smile on her face. Sans was sitting on a rather large chair that he got in order to find better sleeping situations without sliding off it, but because he was sitting on the edge of the chair, Y/N could easily slide behind him. She sat on her knees that were either side of him and yet it was so comfortable for her. "You're more comfortable than a chair." Her voice got lower and softer each time he spoke but it didn't lose its sweetness once.

"Yeah, well I ain't no damn pillow Y/N. Get the hell off me... Hello?" He asked when he didn't get a response. He turned his head to face the girl and saw her completely emersed into the dream world. It's true that he couldn't see her eyes, but he still could tell. He sighed heavily and turned his head in front of him.

"Huh‐ Ah!-" Y/N shrieked as she was pushed into the freezing snow.

"Ahahaha!" Sans laughed hard as he watched Y/N freak out. "I told you I wasn't no damn pillow!" He laughed as he put his hands on his knees. Y/N whined she stood straight up and glared at him. She walked over to him with a pout on her lip and lightly punched his arm.

"Hmph!" Sans chuckled at her adorable attempt at being angry and bopper her nose rough enough to push her away a bit.

"Was that supposed to make me feel bad, human? Well lemme tell ya', that just won't do," Sans spoke as his smile grew cockier.

"I wasn't even trying to hurt you, so don't start that," Y/N retorted. Sans rolled his eyes while he kept up his cocky smile. He shrugged and pu

"Yeah, sure. You fists are as strong as a fly's. You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried," he pushed. Y/N hmphed and shook her head. She pulled her arm back and punched him right in the shoulder as hard as her tired arm could. Sans just snickered and didn't even flinch.

"Wait, was that the best you got? I heard you humans are supposed to be strong." Sans shrugged his shoulders before pulling his hands out of his pockets and stretching. "Whatever, I guess it doesn't matter all that much. If you ever did decide to attack me, it's not like you'd live long enough to be able to lay a hit on me. And anyone else down here would have no problem given all they got to some little girl."

"I'm 20."

"Doesn't matter," Sans said as he put his hands back in his pockets. Y/N sighed and shook her head.

"You know I wouldn't hurt anyone down here as much as I know you wouldn't hurt me, Sans," her soft replied. To be honest, his name being spoken so sweetly had a good ring to Sans' ears.

"Yeah, well you can't blame me for being cautious. You humans put us down here, remember? You humans murdered so many monsters for no fucking reason then trapped the rest of us down here with your strong souls as aid. Then a few fallen human children came down here and either murdered a little, a large portion, or one of us. Still, you humans seem to be naturally turned to a genocide even though you have fucking everything you can possibly want on the surface. Us monsters have nothing, not even a real sun or moon, to make us happy, so our rage is justified." Sans finished his train of thought with a scowl; he turned his head towards the snow building up on the ground and glared at it. Y/N frowned, holding her arms to her chest.

"...Hey, Sans. It stopped snowing, so we don't have to worry about a blizzard keeping us from going to Grillby's," Y/N said as she looked out of the post, finally noticing the snow had stopped falling.

"Why would I worry about a blizzard? I got a shortcut that'll get us there in no time," he smirked and looked up at her. Y/N cocked her head questioning, humming. "Just follow me, aight," he spoke as he walked behind the post. Y/N caught up with him in no time while holding the sides of the coat close to together instead of zipping it. The sleeves just hung by her sides as she still wanted Sans to wear the coat with her cuddling up behind him, mostly because she could still use the hoode that way.

As they walked up to a tree, suddenly, Sans chuckled. The next moment, they were at the doorway of Grillby's and the absorbed by heat and warm light. Y/N looked around her frantically and confused, "how did you do that?"

"Ya humans got strong souls, us monsters have magic," he explained with a cocky smile. "Now let's go sit down at the bar instead of the booth this time. That drunk bunny annoys the shit outta me," he mumbled the last part as he walked over to the bar with Y/N following.

As she passed the dogs, one of them called out, "wait, is that a human? Isn't that the one we fought before?" It was Dogamy who spoke out, then causing her husband to talk back.

"I think so, yes, the one that turned into a puppy that liked to pet other dogs!"

Y/N giggled tiredly as she sat down at the bar besides Sans, listening on their conversation a few seconds longer before returning her focus to Sans alone. "I want a burger," she mumbled.

"Aight," Sans replied. He signaled for Grillby to walk over after he finished making a drink for another customer. The being of purple fire had what looked like a jagged white frown for a mouth, and he wore a skintight black vest with a white undershirt with rolled up sleeves and black jeans as his attire. He vest was also low cut, so an outline of his chest was visible. Although he had a serious tone, he definitely seemed like he could flirt successfully to any person he wanted.

"What," Grillby's echoy voice rung. The purple fire that made up his body flickered and cracked, making Y/N smile from the satisfying sound.

"Two burgers, put it on my tab," Sans replied, leaning on the counter with a mustard bottle in his hand. Grillby wrote down his order and walked towards the kitchen door with a "fire onlt" sign on it. He walked inside the kitchen and came out with a drink; it was F/D, something Y/N typically ordered when she came to the bar. He set the drink down in front of her.

"On the house," Grillby spoke. Y/N smiled softly at him, thanking him. "Tch," he responded before tending to other costumers. Grillby didn't really like Y/N, but he appreciated the little work and silence she brought him. She only spoke when spoken to, and she didn't order things that were hella hard to make and then complain about it. Sans growled, rolling his eyes.

"Fucking simp," he hissed. Y/N tilted her head, humming.

"Hmm? Why?" Y/N asked before taking a sip if her drink.

"He's losin' money by given out free drinks. And of anyone, to you."

"Well," Y/N smirked sweetly. "I come here a lot and that attracts monsters who want to see the human. So by being tourist attraction, he makes more money," she explained. Sans scoffed, his cheeks reddening.

"Whatever." Aww, our bebe skeleboi is jealous of the big, tall, muscular fire dude! Y/N giggled, patting him on the shoulder.

"I really appreciate you bringing me here with you. When you decide to pay your tab, remind me to contribute enough money to help." Sans shrugged, smirking.

"People like you are too nice down here, really."

"It feels nice to help someone."

"It's not so nice when people try to kill you over it," Sans retorted. Y/N frowned, nodding.

"I guess I didn't grow up down here so there isn't much for me to say, but I can't help but think everyone down here is kind but hurt. I mean, there's a lot about you I noticed that aren't so...pleasant, but you managed to treat me like a person with emotions and opinions. I doubt that of hundreds, you're the only one down here like that," she explained. Sans sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

"Like I said, people like you are too nice down here." Sans finished the conversation this way and then came a long moment of silence. In that time, Grillby came over with two plates with burgers on them. He set them in front of the two.

"Here."

"Thank you, Grillby," Y/N thanked with a warm smile on her face. Grillby silently nodded at her before walking away. She grabbed the ketchup and poured some on her burger, whereas Sans barely acknowledged what was happening around him. He was getting caught up in his thoughts right now, a bit overwhelmed with them actually. Finally, he stood up and walked away from the bar, heading out the front door. Y/N hummed and took a bite of her burger, watching Sans leave.

She set her food down and ran after him, leaving the restaurant right when he did. "Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly, making Sans scowl.

"God, y'know, you gotta stop assuming something's wrong. I'm fine. And either way, I wouldn't tell you some edgy shit no one cares about," Sans replied. Y/N was silent at first, then she took off the coat she still had on. Her hair brushed over her eyes as she did that, making them impossible to see. She put the hood on top of Sans' head before wrapping her arms together coldly. "Why do you're eyes always do that?"

"Do what?" She asked.

"If they ain't covered by a hood, it's covered by your hair. If not your hair, someone's or something's blocking your face. If it's not that, then you're head it turned away from view. It's weird," Sans explained. Y/N hummed, not noticing that until now.

"Well... Do you want to see my eyes?" She asked as she brought her hands up. She was wearing one of Sans's red shirts, which sorta made this moment more cliche but who cares. Sans slowly nodded, curious. Then Y/N pushed her hair out of her face, revealing her normal looking E/C eyes. Well, aside from the kindness and care that laid within them. And it was that feature that hit Sans first.

"Woah," he mumbled, tuning his full body towards her. "That's beautiful!" Y/N giggled, making Sans' face redden. He opened his mouth to form a quick insult to her in order to make him seem like he didn't mean it, but Y/N spoke first.

"Thank you. Your eyes are very pretty as well. It has a nice color to it, too," she replied softly. Sans huffed silently, looking to the side.

"I, uh...thanks," he mumbled as he put his hand in his pockets. He sighed and put coat on right, burying his face in the hood fur. It was obvious that he was pretty flustered right now and reddened, as he did truly feel his chest warm when he was around Y/N. It was strange for him to feel this way so he typically pushed his feelings away and told himself that he was just her guardian per say. But he knew deep down in his heart it wasn't true.

"Look, I got something to say to you," Sans pushed more harshly then intended. "And I don't wanna hear any of this being told or heard by other monsters, got it? This is us and us alone, ya understand? This shit is hard to say, so..." he drifted off. The snow was started to pick up again, making the scene look more aesthetic.

Y/N nodded, listening to him closely when began talking. "This shit isn't said very often down here; no, it's not said at all actually. But you're human, and you have a different heart so..." he trailed off again, scratching the back of his head. He looked Y/N in the eyes and gave her a flustered glare like if he was embarrassed, which she took no offense to. "I don't just give anyone the right to take my coat, waste my time, bother me, stop me from sleeping, and more. It's just you and Boss, and even he has less power than you."

He continued after a deep breath. "And its not because you're human or I pity you. In fact, I couldn't care less if you're soul is strong, since I could still break it; I couldn't care less if you fell down here, since we're trapped down here too. I let you do because... it's like a bandaid, just gotta say it... I care about you. Not even like a sister or close friend, no, I mean if you were about to be shot, I would jump in front of bullet so you could liev put your life happily. I love you."

Y/N was silent, sorta just staring. Her whole body was shook, frozen, and in shock. She didn't even know what she just heard or if she was dreaming. She even forgot that she was freezing due to being too caught up in her feelings. Sans stood there silently for about 10 seconds as well, before he face-palmed and grew red jn embarrassment. That's when a tear escaped the corner of Y/N's eye and a large smile grew on her features.

"Sans," she replied sweetly as she walked over to him. She fell forwards on him and wrapped her arms around the inside of the coat, around his sweater. The embraced him tightly and said, "I love you too!" Sans felt his heart move a little and a new feeling wash over him. Without being able to control it, he felt a genuine smile grow on his face as he hugged her back tightly.

"I'm so...glad," he breathed out heavily, his nerves relaxing. The two stayed in that position for a while before eventually breaking off. Y/N pecked him on the cheek before grabbing his hand.

"We should go back inside, hehe. The food'll get cold," she said as she motioned to the door. Sans nodded nervously, chuckling.

"Yeah, and Grillby will be pissed if we wasted food. I don't wanna deal with that again." The two fo them walked inside the restaurant/bar, they started their way back to the bar. Yet when they got in, the bar was silent. I mean, the restaurant was pitch silent; not only that, but many eyes were on them as they walked in. Y/N completely ignored their exists' and sat down on the barstool, picked up her burger and ate it. Luckily was still warm. Sans on the other hand was hella nervous. No, he was fucking terrified.

Grillby walked over to the two and leaned forward, so than when he whispered, only they could hear. "The bunny chick saw you two hug and kiss. Just play it cool, and they'll forget all about it in a few days." Well shit, Sans thought. Boss is gonna kill me when he finds out.

Y/N just ate her burger in peace, not really caring if other people knew about them. After all, it's their choice to laugh about like a boy kindergartener complaining about holding hands with a girl because it means their "dating," or to hear about it and mind their own business.

#sans x reader #fell sans #underfell #underfell sans #underfell x reader #underfell sans x reader #bad writing #bad plot

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

How Bad is Sia’s “Music” really?

I watched it illegally (because there was no way I was paying for that bullshit) and found out. It’s not as bad as we thought... It’s worse.

TW for ableism, Sia, drugs, alcohol, just in general a terrible movie, meltdowns, blackface

Literally the first thing you hear while they’re showing the production companies is THOSE stereotypical noises. If you’ve seen the trailer, you’ll know what I mean.

And yes, she does this for the WHOLE fucking movie

What was the need to show her in her underwear? Maddie Ziegler was 14 when this was made, so what was the need??? And why did Sia prolong the scene by having her hitting herself?

Less than a minute in and my reaction was already “what the fuck is this shit?”

So the opening number not only had stereotypical exaggerated facial expression, it has Maddie in BLACKFACE?!? And with culturally appropriated hair?!?

The exaggerated facial expressions are literally constant and I took photos during the film to show it, more later, but I’ll keep mentioning it

ITS LITERALLY THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME SHE IS ON SCREEN

Even her way of walking is fucking offensive, Jesus Christ

The vocalisations just had me cringing so hard, I cannot describe how awful it made me feel

Why do all the neighbours need to be paid off and help her when she goes for a walk? I don’t-

Yes, by about the five minute mark I was already seriously debating all my life decisions. It was that bad.

Kate Hudson really didn’t give a fuck that her grandma died

I will keep saying it but WHY are the facial expressions/vocalisations CONSTANT?!! Literally they do not stop at all. I work with a child who is actually similar to this in that he’s nonverbal and he makes similar noises/faces, but the way they’re in this movie is so over-exaggerated?!? And even the kid I work with doesn’t do it 24/7?!?

Sia, calling your characters Zu and Music doesn’t make them interesting in the slightest. They’re still painfully terrible and one dimensional

Literally ONE minute after being left alone with her autistic sister, Zu calls the mental health service asking if they could “theoretically” “pick up” her sister?!? Like she wants to get rid of her already?!?

“A magical little girl” - autism isn’t a magical power?!? And Music is a young woman, not a little girl?!? Why are you infantilising her?!?

Okay I’m not being funny but this choreography is NOT hard. ANYONE can do it, so claiming that you needed to hire a dancer to be Music because of the numbers is literally bullshit (and even so, there are so many amazing autistic actors and dancers?!?)

20 minutes in and I wanted to give up

So she had her first meltdown because her hair didn’t get braided immediately and that’s... certainly interesting??

The fact that Leslie Odom’s character says “I’m going to crush you now”?!?

AND THEN HE FUCKING PICKS HER UP AND FULL-BODILY PINS HER DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR

“I’m crushing her with my love” - oh fuck you, just fuck you

So Sia lied, the restraint scenes were NOT removed and there was no warning. She’s a fucking POS liar

I have no idea why he’s called Ebo or why he has such a cliche African accent?!? I might have missed out on why because I was busy trying not to bang my head into the table while I watched this film but just... yikes

“He (his brother) liked to be held” - YEAH, HELD. NOT FUCKING CRUSHED

“He is dead now” - IM NOT FUCKING SURPRISED IF YOU CRUSHED HIM LIKE THAT

The constant babying and patronizing of the autistic character is so exhausting to watch. I’m so tired

“Planning on sending her to the people pound but I guess I’ll keep her a little longer” - SHE WAS JOKING BUT THAT WAS NOT EVEN REMOTELY A FUNNY JOKE. NOT EVEN IN AN AWKWARD WAY

STOP THE FACES IM-

^ YEAH, Sia, totally a fucking love letter to the autistic community here ^

So Zu finds this necklace she made as a kid that had a little dog on it, and she says to Music, “He had seizures too, just like you”... MELTDOWNS AND SEIZURES ARE NOT EVEN REMOTELY THE SAME FUCK THIS MOVIE-

It’s like Sia is trying to make the movie funny but it’s really not at all

Is Zu implying that Music is autistic because the mum was a junkie?!?

For real though, the dialogue in general is so fucking awful and cringey. Whoever wrote this should never be allowed to write again

Did she seriously leave her autistic sister alone to talk to who I’m presuming was her dealer or loan shark?!?

Also why is he - a white dude - wearing cornrows?!?

So who is the film really about? The autistic girl or the older sister saviour? I think we all know the answer to that one

WHY IS SHE WALKING AROUND WITH HER TEETH JUTTING OUT LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME

The musical numbers are literally so painful to watch. The overly bright colours, the flashing... my eyes were hurting and so was my brain

Autism representation aside for a second, the musical numbers/choreography are all fucking atrocious. Ditto for the costumes

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE PINK OOMPA LOOMPA FRUIT THINGS?!? THEY LOOK LIKE THE PINK VERSIONS OF VIOLET BEAUREGARDE THE BLUEBERRY

I wanted to cry by this point, this movie is far more awful than I thought

“I’m not saying she doesn’t want to change, I’m saying she can’t” - FUCK YOU. Why is it okay for him to assume what she can or can’t do

Can I just say that autistic people aren’t constantly in a coked up wonderland state?!! We don’t see the world as a wonderland fantasy world 24/7?!!

“She can hear you from two rooms away” / *shows her listening through two brick walls to a conversation* — Also, we don’t have super fucking sonic hearing?? WE CANT HEAR THROUGH FUCKING BRICK WALLS?!?

“She can understand everything you’re saying to her” - she’s autistic not fucking deaf

Less than 45 minutes in, there’s another meltdown in the park

“I’m not climbing on top of a small screaming white girl in public” - yeah please fucking don’t

So Zu fucking pins her down with her weight 🤦‍♀️

“She doesn’t know who she’s hitting” - IM SORRY WHAT

EBO LITERALLY SAID “TREAT HER LIKE A BEAR” when talking her through the prone restraint, I fucking CANNOT

“Tell her she’s safe” - NOT IF YOU FUCKING RESTRAIN HER LIKE THAT SHE IS NOT

The fact that she gets up, smiling and happy after a meltdown and immediately is excited to get a snow cone... I can honestly say that after a meltdown, I am in no way happy or smiling. I am often not very verbal and I’m withdrawn/not myself for at least several hours, usually the rest of the day. Fuck this film

This film is literally just about Zu, and Music is there for a plot device to give her character development. That’s all she’s there for.

Love how Sia shoehorned Zu being suicidal in there. You know, just to try and make her more easy to sympathize with (it doesn’t work)

This film is literally just a 1 hour 47 minute Sia music video with ZERO plot

WHY WERE THEY WEARING PILLOW DIAPERS IN ONE NUMBER-

I really did not feel into the side plot with that guy who was fighting but it was still better than the actual movie so...

I am SO DONE with the NON STOP CONSTANT vocal shit. So tired.

LOJ’s only role in this film is to be the stereotypical wise black guy who assists a white woman’s story. There’s like hardly any other depth there

The Ebo/Zu romance is so fucking stupid and pointless and out of NOWHERE. I couldn’t even tell if they were into each other or not

I was already so bored of the musical numbers by this point. They added NOTHING to the plot but they pretended they did, and I was so over it. And it’s not because I’m not “creative enough” or anything to understand, I love musicals and I think it could have been cool if done right... but it wasn’t. They were a mess. It’s just bad.

Sia really tried to pretend her movie was deep but really it’s a shallow mess

So Zu is meeting rich drug clients and says to Music “try not to have one of your freak outs up there” and “if you could try to get it out now”... FUCKING YIKES. It’s not an on/off button, shut the fuck up

YEP THIS WAS THE SIA CAMEO FUCK THAT BITCH

The fact that she just calls “DRUG DEALER?!? DRUG DEALER IS THAT YOU”, fucking end this please-

I fucking hate this bitch I’m dead serious

“We’re gonna send them to Haiti cause there’s been an earthquake. All these buildings fell down, children’s bones were dislocated” - WHY WAS SHE SO CHEERFUL ABOUT IT

“Gonna buy a shit load of pain meds, gonna but them on my private plane” - FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU

“Pop stars without borders” - Sia thinks she’s so clever but I would give anything to punch her I swear-

ANOTHER MUSICAL NUMBER JUST STOP IM BEGGING YOU

There’s this awkward conversation/bit with Zu and her drug dealer/loanshark about his outfit that was clearly meant to be funny but was just flat and painful

Yep, Sia really showed Music eating chewing gum off the underside of a park bench. Of course.

Look, the kid I work with does similar stuff by putting literally anything and everything in his mouth but like... why would you put that in your movie?

And there’s no indication before this that Music puts everything and anything in her mouth, she just randomly decides to get on her knees, under the bench and eat chewing gum, like she calculates that it’s there and gets it???

She has a THIRD meltdown after an allergic reaction to a bee sting and her sister just yells at her before realizing... I’m not here for this movie, I feel like I drifted off and was not really there

So Zu got angry because she left the drugs at the park but she’s not that upset that her sister had an allergic reaction???

Zu gets absolutely drunk because a) she lost Sia’s drugs and b) she’s stressed out by her autistic sister... wow, great message, Sia!

She really fucked off and left her sister alone to go clubbing/on a bender

The less said about the musical number here the better

Sia’s movie also checks the box of having stereotypical Asian parents, specifically stereotypical Asian dad being harsh/angry and hitting his wife!

ALSO HE PUSHED AND KILLED HIS SON WTF IS HAPPENING

Less than 3 minutes after the last, there’s a musical number that I think was about this side character going to heaven... another shitty Sia-esque number

The patterns during the number made my brain hurt.

Also there are so many autistic actors who can also dance, and yet Sia chose the neurotypical one because ✨ N E P O T I S M ✨

I just want to know how it was deemed necessary to show the fact the autistic character peed/wet herself? I mean... ??? It’s just so undignified and not at all necessary to the plot. Nothing happens after that, it just moves onto the next scene and it didn’t do anything

“I have no one” - 1) YOUR FUCKING SISTER. 2) GEE I FUCKING WONDER WHY, couldn’t be that you’re a shitty human being?!?

There’s a scene where Music is walking and she does ALL the stereotypical behaviours at once... just YIKES

Zu somehow stopped another meltdown just by grabbing Music by the shoulders and sitting her down???

Aaand yep. Another shitty musical number

Zu really goes to put her sister in a fucking facility and claims it’ll be “better for her” - BULLSHIT. Better for Zu, maybe, not Music.

Ah yes - the girl who the characters have said has problems with routines being changed/change in general... you’re now going to fuck up her routine by dumping her in a facility. Perfect Plan.

The nonverbal autistic girl suddenly speaking to say “don’t go” - you can just predict it from the off, can’t you?

Love that as soon as Music starts talking, Zu is like “fuck it, I’ll keep her!”

Zu really went and crashed Ebo’s brothers wedding... in a fucking bralette... YIKES

“I almost gave Music away” - SHE IS NOT A DOG YOU DONT GIVE PEOPLE AWAY

“We should sing a song” - PLEASE DO FUCKING NOT

Also that kiss/romance montage between Zu and Ebo was the CRINGIEST fucking shit ever

This movie seems to be implying that Music has locked in syndrome or something, like she’s locked in her own head or whatever it’s called, and I just... *sigh*

Oh and now Music magically fucking sings in a room FULL of strangers... this is literally embarrassing, please let this end

I mean it, this movie was fucking painful to watch on ever level

She got a service dog puppy which... okay?

Oh look, it’s the only decent song on the soundtrack but with an absolutely shitty over-stimulatory music video with the credits!

I can only name 5 characters in this film. Maybe 7 at a push, but even then I would be guessing

AND YEP SHE THANKED AUTISM SPEAKS OVER THE CREDITS. FUCK YOU SIA 🖕🏻

Let me reiterate: this is a movie about a neurotypical former drug addict whose character development comes from the autistic character, from having an autistic sister she has to take care of. I’m so tired.

We are NOT plot devices or tools for character development. Not once does anyone in this film treat Music like a human being - she’s treated as a burden, a problem, and then like a pet that they decide to keep. Not once is the film focused on how she is feeling - it’s always about Zu or Ebo. The performance itself was so over exaggerated and it made me want to cry when I watched it because this is how the world sees us, and this movie will make it ten times worse. It’s stuff like this that made me think “I don’t want to be labelled as autistic because people will think I’m a certain way”, that made me wait so long before going to the GP to get a referral.

As I said, poor autistic representation aside, the movie is just so appallingly bad. It truly is one of the worst films I’ve watched. If you’re going to watch it, please don’t - or, if you want to because you want to see how bad it is/to raise awareness/critical posts, at least do it illegally. Do not give Sia your money.

#sia #music #music 2021 #music movie #autism #tw ableism #tw meltdown #tw blackface #anti sia #lol sia

[wispvial]

So I finally posted my Franklin/Nubbins fanfiction, lol. Shout out to the three or so people who might enjoy it, I just had fun writing, even if I’m not confident! I wasn’t so sure about tagging, but there are allusions to violence and animal death, the kind you’d see in the movie.

#texas chainsaw massacre #nubbins sawyer #franklin hardesty #franknub #tcm #mine

[friendlystarfruit]

A requested fan-fiction Arataki Itto x reader

I laughed really hard writing the bit where you hear how Itto went around everyone bragging how he had a girlfriend to everyone and dragged the one villager  who thought you must be imaginary, all over town to find you xD Was inspired by how in the game he went around bragging when he first got his vision. Also how you react to what he had been telling villagers about you I thought was cute and funny I felt his bragging would be typical , I really had fun writing this (=

So this request was using the existing character  who you role play as  in   my other fan fics = D You are a cute waitress, you are now dating the egotistical himbo that is Arataki Itto , you've been dating a while and have been hearing rumours that he has been bragging about your pet play and how into him you are in the bedroom , sure of course it's true but that shit is private!! . You embarrassed and angry and need to do some detective work to find out if it's true , if it is you will need to confront him and you hate confrontation but maybe it's time his pet shows him she will bite the hand that feeds her if she has to , however hard you can bite ,we will see ;).

He offers you a solution A DUEL to see who gives into sexual tension  first , the two horny lovers torture  each other until one of them breaks ;)

Your character I wrote as pretty adorable , she has cute little pointy dog ears and a bushy fox tail,I imagine her as being is busty and has curvy hips but is short but imagine her as you want.

I also feel like Itto deserves a fan girl , everyone rolls their eyes at him  even kids beat him in games so why not throw him a bone a cute lil bone =D

Story starts out where you help a little boy find his toy, that's when the boy says something odd about you and Itto.

Notes:

Sorry for any dyslexic errors !! Please be kind I do my best (= If you spot anything that makes the text hard to read let me know and I'll correct it. Sometimes spelling errors, grammar errors or missing words are missed by me when I edit.

Chapter Management

Chapter 1

: The Oni's clumsy tongue 

You where skipping town the street feeling in a good mood when you spotted a little boy crying. “hey lil guy what’s wrong, did Itto take your candy?”

“I lost my favourite, toy it was a white wolf “

“aww ,hey don’t cry maybe I can help you find it”

“Thank you Miss”

“I bet you and Itto have played before eh? “

“Well I’m a little afraid of his horns but I really wanna play with him”

You chuckled “no need to be afraid , Itto is a big softie when it comes to kids”

You smile at the little boy and lean down to wipe his tears “so lets find that white wolf , where do you last remember playing with it”

“by the pond I think I ran away I thought I saw a fish”

“A fish? Why did you run away from a fish”

“cus they are icky “

You laughed ,this little boy was so cute.

“You don’t need to be afraid of any of the fish in our local ponds , in fact maybe you should feed them and make friends with them, I think fish are cute , lets go get some fish food and we can feed the fish together!!!!!“

The little boy protested “I’m not ready”

“Oh ok , we are near where you last had your toy anyway”

You beamed at the tiny boy and smiled at him, the little boy clung to you as you approached the pond. “This little kid really was a scardy cat” you thought to yourself. “Ok I’ll look for this toy and if you see a fish you call me “

“”AHHHHH A fish” the boy cries and runs away, you run after him and catch him you pick him up

“now come on don’t be afraid , look watch me”

“no “

“Just trust me”

“ok I’ll try” the little boy said sheepishly as he clung to you.

You put your hand in the water and stroke the big lazy fish “see, now you try”

The little boy nervously puts out his hand and pets the fish” “He’s still icky but he – he isn’t so bad”

“Hey look your toy over here in this bush , and wow what a cute wolf “ you put the boy down

The little boy runs over and grabs his toy “ Thank you sooooooooooo much " he snuggles into it "This toy is just like you”

You blush and fumble with your tail “oh eh y-yeah ,the ears and the tail”

“Yeah but also it's like you a pet, it’s my pet !!!”

“HUH” you gasp “wh-what makes you say , or think I am somebody’s pet” your face is bright red “Has Itto told people that, do people know about the kink you two have together” you think to yourself worried.

“My friends said that you where Itto’s pet , apparently he says you follow him around with your tongue hanging out”

“WHAT” You went ghostly pale “HE TELLS THE KIDS THAT” you thought to yourself

“Yeah!!!!!!! My friend says they over heard his gang say , he had you begging for something ,I bet it was dog treats”

You nearly fainted “WHAT THE HELL HAD ITTO BEEN SAYING ABOUT YOU”

You really weren’t a very angry person but you knew you’d have to show Itto he couldn’t say stuff like that about you, you dropped your fluffy ears and the little boy tugged on you “You ok lady?” “ uhh , yeah I jus- was thinking how much, I hate ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh, thorns , I hate thorns you know” you faked a smile “Lets get you home “

Later that day you decided to do some detective work. You went around asking the locals “What does Itto say about you?” “ugh that damn obnoxious Oni he goes on and on about how he has a girlfriend, WE GET IT YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!! We got it the last 1000 times” One person said. "And the nerve he literally asks people "hey do you have a girlfriend " you don't let me give you some pointers " and "wait till you see my girlfriend , when I show up she melts into my hands , she can't get enough of me!!!!!!!!!!"

Somebody laughed "He''s such a dork , he told the whole village he has a girlfriend , made him look like ironically like he had very little experience with women, some guy made fun of him , said he must be desperate for approval and his girlfriend must be imaginary , he challenged him to duel guy said no so then took the guy all over the village to find you to prove you where real, wouldn't let the poor guy get on with his day , I think the guy was a little scared of him , for sure regretted teasing him"

hmmm ugh you remember that day you didn't know the details only that Itto showed up with pulling some random villager up to you and said "I want you to meet my girlfriend"

You had smiled "Is this a friend of yours"

He posed and combed his hair "He will be because I know all the "tricks" " then he nudged the guy who rolled his eyes who literally now ran off saying "Good luck " Miss.

You where so confused but just let it go.

Time to talk to more people.

Another villager said “Well he said you cheer him on in battle and he rewards you with treats, says you chant a song I think it goes Arataki Itto the strongest in his class something something uhhh then something about feet I forget”

“FEET” you tilt your head.

“He says you are the cutest girlfriend and nobody’s girlfriend is cuter than you”

“aww “ your eyes sparkle for a moment

“Yeah and he said nobody else has a girlfriend who worship them like you worship him, he says you are the gangs pet member” “ WHAT” you yelp

“YEAH he says if he catches any other guy checking you out , he'll challenges them him to a duel because only he gets to-“

“Gets too?”

“Wellllllllllllllll make you go into ……….heat”

You nearly die “So it’s true” you thought.

Next stop the gang.

You find his gang playing cards on the street “uh -hey “ you say shyly “where is Itto”

Akira “The boss ? He went for a walk he’s recovering from loosing a game”

“oh -good cus I need to kinda talk to you guys”

You always where polite to his gang you really wanted them to like you.

You take a deep breath “What kind of things does Itto say about me?”

The gang look at each other “uhhhhhhhhhhhhh all good things”

“How good – I mean does he say anything about our you know ehhhh” you fumbled cowardly with your tail , you where bright red and your ears dropped.

The gang blushed and looked at each other “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

It was pretty awkward , but none of them said no.

“I gotta go” You blushed and ran away.

"wait " suddenly a small Oni girl appeared, it was the sidekick of the gang she was pretty cute one red horn in sight through her hair and purple eyes.

"That doofus " she scowled "He's going to lose the best thing that ever happened to him if he keeps this up"

You blush and cover your face with your hand.

" I'm the secret leader of this gang , but people refer to me as "Itto's little side kick" she sighs " I get to bail him out of trouble all day long but this time I'm not gonna"

"Shinobu don't !!!!!!!!" his gang protest.

"He gives us Oni a bad name with his pranks and antics and now he risks throwing away this nice lady he cares about so much, but as a proud Oni I won't allow his smutty mouth to degrade such a sweet kind human, he talks about you with the boys all the time, he talks about how you beg for his ugh ........his "Oni cock" "she sighs with her hand covering her face in shame "calls you his obedient pet how much you beg for him , gives the gang tips on how they could get a girlfriend and please a girlfriend how they could get themselves a pet girl too . "

She folds her arms looking embarrassed on the behalf of her race, seeing the tears welling in your eyes.

"I hate overhearing him and the boys especially because I know how much he loves you , I know him well , I've seen how he talks about you and how he looks at you so listen stop letting that big oaf push you around!!!!!! I know it would tare him apart to lose you , so put his love to the test, STAND UP FOR YOURSELF "

You nodded and walked away, his second in command of his gang was right.

You decided first you’d go a walk to clear your head.

“I don’t understand does he really brag about our sex life , but he got so upset with his gang that time they walked in on us and saw me naked so why would he -” You sigh “How am I going to confront him”

Suddenly “BOO” It was Itto you gasped and he laughed. “Hey sunshine, how’s my lil petty pie” he grinned baby talking you.

“uhhhhhhh” you looked nervous

Itto puffed out assuming you must be just nervous because he is so amazing.

“uhhhhhhhhh don’t sunshine me Itto I’m angry at you”

“HUH” Itto looked confused he’d never seen you angry “ I hope you aren’t turning into my gang’s deputy member Kuki Shinobu she might bail me out of jail but question my leadership ? Dealing with her anger is a nightmare just shows you tiny girls can still have not so tiny tempers”

“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” again you being the awkward push over ,scrambling to stand up to him.

Itto had already gone on to another topic whining about his challenging gang member he hadn’t even asked why you are angry.

You turned your back to him “Y-you have been talking about our sex life with the gang and telling everyone I’m your pet” your heart was beating super-fast you hated confrontation but you had to stand up for yourself.

Ito puffed "oh yeah who told you that?"

" Kuki Shinobu told me and the towns people !!!! even the kids heard stuff"

"UGH DAMMIT there she goes again UGH" he whinned.

Itto responded angrily “ I don't get what the big deal is anyway I’m proud of you , can’t I tell people that?”

“but I want your gang to respect me” you sigh

“They still do they just know you are my pet and only I get to-“

“please stop” you huff your tail whips high and your ears point back pouting “I thought you didn’t like other men looking at me “

“Of course I don’t that doesn’t mean I don’t like other men to know that I can please you”

Your heart freezes “How -how much did you tell them?” you challenge him

Itto turned his head “ huh? ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh well not much jusssssss “

You scowl “That I go into heat that you have me begging for your "big oni cock" , how about everything I heard from your own gang member ” you turned to him poking his abs as you pouted each word.

“Well it’s true an’t it?” He protested "You do all those things you feel that way "

“well ugh – I mean , maybe it’s less true now” You protested back.

“HUH?” He puffs “What’s that supposed to mean”

“Maybe somebody else will put me in heat”

Steam puffed from his horns “’I’m sorry WHAT?”

“maybe me and Thoma can start something”

“HEY stop messing around” he said getting visibly annoyed.

“maybe I like to mess around, I bet he's a real stallion in bed “ you grumbled poking his abs again. "maybe he can even out fuck you"

“GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR He challenging me to out fuck you ?”

"No ? he's not even here " (Itto is such an idiot )

"So then you are challenging your own master !!!!!!!!!

“You look up at him towering over you “uhhhh , well I – uhh I mean kinda , I mean YEAH what if I am”

"Oh yeah little one?"

"uhhhhhhhhhh ye----" "you can do this , you got this " you said to yourself remember what Shinobu said don't let him push you around" you said to yourself.

"You know I can't stand other guys with you So why you pulling this shit on me? " he folded his arms "This has to be a challenge of some kind!!! I will win you back" he growled then he flicked his hair and posed

(He's so adorable though you secretly where thinking)

"You just like telling other guys though huh? yeah? " It was almost amusing seeing you try to be tough.

Itto puffed out and smirked “If I win you’ll I can keep saying what I want about you and if you win I’ll stop saying those things”

You roll your eyes at him and think to yourself “Does everything have to be some kind of competition you thought , why can’t we just talk it out like a normal couple? “

Your lil doggy ears drop and you look up at him “oh-ok” (back to cute dog mode) "I mean OK" you beam (assertive dog mode on!!)

“Atta girl” he pets you and you grumble to yourself , usually you enjoyed being his pet but he was really annoying you now.

"So what kind of duel?" You ask and he smirks deviously.

Chapter 2

: A Duel Of Sex 

Itto challenges his pet to a duel.

Chapter Text

“So hide in seek how about three rounds , 10 mins per round and we use a small location!!”

Itto shook his head.

You whined “not beetle fighting I don’t like seeing them fight” you sighed with your little child like face.

Itto leaned down at you “I want a duel that proves nobody can out fuck you”

“So you want me to have sex with other guys?”

Itto nearly fell over “WHAT no”

You broke into a giggle almost forgetting you where mad at him. “c’mere”

You blushed as he sat down pulling you onto his lap gently rocking his leg up your skirt

“uhhh”

“my game is the first one to ask for sex loses”

“Huh “ you look up at his hot eyes.

He closes his hand “Three rounds , one round “ One finger pops up whoever begs for sex first loses a point “ another round “ another finger pops up “whoever cums first loses during loses a point and lastly “ he pops up a final finger and you gulp “whoever touches themselves first loses a point”

“WHAT” you yelp with your face flustered.

He roars in laughter and bounces you on his knee “HAHA you’re scared”

You blushed “jus-just a little”

“So you in?”

“Ok “ you nod

“Promise me you won’t cheat, I take my duels very seriously ok?”

“I won’t I promise”

HE bounces you on his knees and chuckles.

He could already feel you where already a little wet against his knee her purred in your ear “mmm my pet this will be easy”

You gasp feeling his hot breath against you , he trails your hand over his abs

“Itto please it’s not fair”

“What’s not fair” he kisses your neck.

You bite your lip squirming as his knee grinds against you pleasurably.

“Itto” you feel his bulge building so you massage your butt against him.

“uhh--------huh” he gasps.

“Two can play this game “ you said proudly , he smirked and picked you off his knee “Hey I like a challenge , and I like this side of you “

You gaze up at his beautiful face “Don’t get me wrong I love how cute yeh are, how you always need me to protect you , how you are polite to everyone, and always hide away from danger but I like seeing you be a little competitive too”

“oh , sorry I’m not more like that it just isn’t me” You sigh

Itto smiles and rolls his eyes “I like that though you know , it’s just cute seeing that side of you, you get what I mean?”

You almost forget why you where fighting, he laughs “I’m not gonna go easy on you by the way and you don’t need to either ”

You smile and tilt your head “OK”

Over the next few days Itto played with his pet and she played with him , things as subtle as the they way the locked eyes, bit lips , carried themselves all took it’s toll on the two horny lovers.

You started to hate seeing him turn up to the restaurant might as well be the res-taunt because he’d taunt you with his charm. “Heeeeeeeeeeeeey “ He called “I wanna order” You wrote down what he wanted he puffed out his chest stretched , moaning a bit , you tried not to look but he’d always ask you questions to keep your attention on him “What’s in the sauce” and “What’s your favourite thing to order?”

UGH THAT SEXY BASTARD he knew you were such a fan girl quivering in heat , your pussy pulsed and yearned needily for attention , your thoughts lingered with your eyes tracing his abs down to his groin.

“my eyes are up here babe, but I’m not complaining”

You unbutton your top a little and peer into his eyes “I know master, I admit I can’t resist looking , you blushed and turned your head biting your lip.

“Aw shit” Itto thought it’s working to well now my balls hurt. "uh I wanna order this"

You lean in “mmmm I hear that one is soooooooo good you’ll be leaving here well satiated “ you teased peering down at the growing tent in his pants.

“ughhhhhhhh” He groaned “I’m playing with fire but me surrender ? never!!!!!!!! I gotta show my pet I mean business ” He forced himself to be composed , sweating as you fumbled with your buttons on your work outfit allowing him to gaze into the plump breasts that yearned for his attention.

This helped you turn the tables but when you walked away you sighed to yourself “I wish we’d just talk it out”

You brought him meal and he licked his lips like a hungry animal then he veered away blushing.

“maybe I should just let him win” thought to yourself “I’m painfully horny and I like making him happy, maybe I like being pushed around but then you thought of all the embarrassing things he’d been bragging about , you felt sad this was the first time you felt properly bothered by Itto’s immaturity , you’d just have to suck It up and play”

Then you had a thought……….."how many times do even kids out smart Itto, maybe I could beat him by this own game, that’s it , you knew how you’d beat him”

You walked up to Itto “hey big boi”

He smiled “hey little lady how’s my sunshine doing?”

You whispered in his ear “I have something to show you after work come to my place, I’ll be finishing up here in about 3 hours”

Itto smirked “You couldn’t take it could you?, don’t feel bad , you know I how hot I am, maybe it was an unfair match how could you beat an oni at this kind of game.”

Itto waited around impatient his massive had bulge begging him to be touched , his balls hurting he bit his lip to hard his fangs pierced the skin and blood trickled down his chin “behave yourself" he'd mutter scolding his own cock but the fussy tension racing up the nerves of his cock was unbearable “Hold it together” he said taking a deep breath, finally there you where and he sighed glad you finally showed up “come in” you purred playfully.

He strutted in combing his hair proudly.

“Let me get out of something more comfortable” you began to hum to yourself removing your clothing Itto sat in the bed is painful itch intensifying , he began to drool , like a predator watching his little prey inches away he battled every fiber in his being not to give in to his animalistic urges, he hovers his big hand over his massive bulge then smacked his hand away steam omitting from his horns “You gonna show me it?” “I demand you show you me my pet” he pouted.

You looked back “oh of course master”

His heart was racing his antsy cock was torture strained under his shorts.

First lets go over the rules again!!!!!!

He groaned as his cock thudded in agony, it pulsated and precum oozed from the tip staining his pant he stared into your barley dressed body , licking his lips at your breasts , tracing his eyes to your hips "ugh-----gruh" He grunted in sexual frustration "Hurry up ok" . “If you orgasm during sex that’s one point, if you touch yourself that’s another point and if you beg for sex that’s another point right.

“Yea”

I’m gonna give you a point master I can’t help it, you sat on his lap and started humping his leg then you teased your hand over his crouch “master I’m so helpless , you drove me crazy

“ugh my pet” he whined feeling your wet pussy through your underwear , you where so helpless worshipping him he couldn’t take it “

“UGH shit” He groaned you grind on him and pawed at his cock but not giving it what it really needed

“master you are so amazing"

“OH SHIT THAT”S IT PET I'm your number one”

His cock violently twitched in his pants. He wasn't going to last either he'd cum to your sight or he'd let himself feel your tight walls on his desperate needy cock

He picked you up and threw you on the bed frantically taking off his clothes I’ll give you a point too. SO LETS ROLL.

You gasped as he picked you up again and he sat on the bed positioning your pussy on his cock “ugh fuck” he moaned as he felt his cock slide into the warm spongy sweet hole “ missed this so bad” he moaned “Your such a good pet , but such a fucking tease”

He bounced you up and down his cock and you held onto his horns , your breasts bounced on front of him he couldn’t take it overcome by pleasure getting off to your body , you moans everything about you , but it felt so good “ugh beg for me my pet “

“Itto please let yourself cum , nobody could out fuck you , you know I was just angry at you you’re the number one”

Itto buckled his hips into you as you bounced on his hard cock

“How horny did I get you sunshine” he panted.

“I was pooling with wetness it was agony you are just so freaking sexy Itto, all the little things you did drove me crazy and I had no output I needed you so bad ” now tears welled in your eyes "Arataki Itto" you cried out as he stimulated your G spot.

This set him over the edge “FUCK you said my whole name ? ugh geez are you cumming babe?”

"not yet but I'm close" you bite your lip "Such a powerful oni "

"OH FUCK FUCK FUCK he cried he while he bobbed you forcefully on his cock, you held onto his horns and peered deep into his eyes causing his heart to fall of a cliff , then he lost control he dug his teeth into your neck muffling “You win ------ugh I’m still the number one when it comes to out fucking my pet though”

The sight turned you on so much you squealed “Itto I’m cumming too, master –” You groaned helplessly, your plan had backfired you would cum at the same time.

He arched his back and painted your insides , his cock shot one load then another “FUCK I’m the one and oni” , he was panting out of breath and so where you you contracted on his dick with him " you are the one and oni".

you smiled at him “Itto it’s a draw”

He smiled back so what next.

“How about you tone back what you say about me , you can still joke about us but – “ a little tear slid down your cheek.

“Hey babe? What’s wrong”

“I felt embarrassed people where talking about me like all I am to you is JUST a pet”

“WHO ARE THEIR NAMES I’LL TEACH THEM A”

You interrupted “no Itto I just need you to tone it down , I’m not just your pet I mean you love right?”

“OF course I do ‘ c’mere “He held you in close and you cried “ you are such a cry baby " he chuckled “If it means that much to you, I’ll tone it back ok? You know I hate seeing you sad, come on show me that smile”

“Atta girl” he wiped away your tears “You’re my girl, I want you to feel I can be there for you , you know? Like give me a little credit , if I’d knowen it bothered you THIS BAD I’d have -----ugh “ he sighed “I think your tears are more effective than your anger, you aren’t an angry person and you don’t have to be”

“but I need to stand up for myself”

“hmmmmm ok good point but ugh, hmmm can't I stand up for you? ”

“but I needed to stand up to you " you cried

"Aww babe" He petted your head

"Maybe we should talk it out more?” You whimpered.

“Yea that makes sense" he smiled

“I love you Itto ” you cooed burrowing your face into his chest

he chuckled and rolled his eyes “I know , and I love you now I think we should go for another round , will you stop crying".

“ You nod sheepishly like a little girl " Without the competition? “

“Nah , well not quite I’m just gonna compete with myself this make the next sex even better” he growled kissing your neck.

"Just leave it to master Itto alright? No more tears and give more smiles alright? like this " he beamed flashing his fangs

You clung to him and he rolled your eyes , you where super cute but he wanted you to feel better.

You look up at him and smile "Ok Itto I feel a bit better now , I love you"

He petted you "atta girl keep those skies sunny and I'll keep you safe ok?"

#Arataki Itto/Reader #arataki smut #genshin x reader #genshin arataki #arataki itto #arataki itto x reader

[iguessilovebakugou]

Stranger ||  Bakugou x Reader ||  { Anon Request }  ||  Stalking

TW:  Cursing ||  Stalking || Threats of violence  ||  Implied desire for Non-Con (not from Bakugou tho) Word Count:  5.5K

It started after the Sport Festival.  

A DM that had been sent to your private social media account - a friend from your old school named Honoka. You hadn’t spoken to her since starting UA - and the moment you saw the notification, you felt guilty that this was how she had to reach out to you.  She had been so proud of you when you got accepted, she almost started crying, hugging you tightly and telling you as much.  She asked you to keep in contact in High School.  You had promised her you would.

You had been so busy, it was hard keeping promises.

Honoka: Hey!  I saw you on the TV - you were amazing!  I can’t believe they wouldn’t let you pass onto the finals.  Good thing though - you would have gone against that asshole.

Honoka:  Not that you couldn’t have handled it!

It should have tipped you off that one of the quieter kids of school would have used such language, but it didn’t.  It had been a few months since starting high school and people have changed faster.  You didn’t think much about it aside from replying before your train pulled into the station.  You might miss your stop and be late to school.  

You were always punctual and refused to have something as stupid as that go against your record.  

You waited until you were off the train, standing on the steps before sending a quick message. 

Thanks!  It was really terrifying.  But I lost fair and square.  Besides, I wasn’t the only one who didn’t make it to the finals.  So I guess it’s okay. :) 

You decided not to humor her comment about Bakugou.  While it drew a hot, angry tie around your neck, part of you understood.  Honoka wasn’t alone in thinking he was...less than pleasant.  It had been a point of contention, something that bothered you both that day and since.  People were just wrong about him.  She didn’t know him like Class 1-A did.  A few short clips from some televised sports festival didn’t do him nearly the justice he was deserved.

You didn’t have enough time to put your phone back in your jacket pocket when it buzzed again. 

Honoka: Still.

Honoka: You were so strong.  We all think they should have made an exception for you.

Honoka: We should meet up sometime.  Gtg! Text me after school to set up a time!

You wanted to question it but you didn’t.  

You really should have questioned it.  

King Explosion Murder was a perfectly good name.

Miss Midnight just doesn’t understand art.

The conversation had been going on for a hour.  It was the longest that you and Bakugou had texted.  You had moved from a group text to your own private thread.  He didn’t text you like normal boys did - no pictures, no emojis, no stupid memes he had found.  It was...conversation, one that hadn’t been as hard to keep going as you thought.  you tried to distract yourself with school work while he replied, but found it hard not to keep your attention on your screen as the text bubble flashed.  

Bakugou:  It was better than “Deku”.

Well Deku was less violent

Bakugou:  AND IT WAS STILL BETTER

Bakugou:  THAN FUCKING DEKU’S

Honoka: You still up?

You stopped.  Honoka?  Why on earth was she texting you...oh shit.  You groaned, rubbing your eyes and kicking yourself for forgetting to text her back like she had asked.  You had been so wrapped up texting Bakugou since getting home that it just completely slipped your mind.  Though, to be fair, most things slipped your mind around him.

You opened your chat with her, trying to figure out how to apologize without seeming like too much of an asshole.

Hey, yeah, sorry.

I started talking to one of my classmates and totally forgot.  

My bad, dood. 

Once again, she replied quickly. 

Honoka: Who were you talking to?

There was a small part of you that wanted to ask her why it was her business, but you bit your tongue.  She probably didn’t mean anything by it and some residual bitterness from her comment this morning was probably lingering.  You took a deep breath. 

Bakugou.  

We workshopped hero names today.  His got shot down by our teacher.  

It was so sad. 🤣🤣🤣

Honoka:  Why are you talking to him?

It wasn’t a question, not really.  It was a statement.  Like you talking to Bakugou was taboo, you could practically hear her grasping her pearls.  You shouldn’t have had to explain to her why you were talking anyone, let alone him, and it bothered you that she felt she was owed that right. That she even dare ask the question. Your brow furrowed as you sat up in bed.  

What do you mean?

Honoka:  Why are you talking to him?  He seems like an dick

Honoka:  And isn’t good for you. 

Honoka:  You need to focus on being the best hero you can be.

Honoka:  He seems like he would only drag you down. 

Rage filled your stomach.  Your hands were shaking as you tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.  She had never acted this way before...right?  She had always been so nice and meek and unassuming and... 

You were confused, finding yourself chewing on your lip as you tried to make sense of what the hell you were seeing.

He’s my friend.  I really like him.

Look, he’s not as mean as he appears on TV.  He’s actually a really good guy.  And he’s really smart and he’s going to be a better hero than even me some day.

So I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk about him like that.

The chat bubble popped up.  Then disappeared.  Then popped up.  And disappeared again.

It’s funny - you had never felt so threatened by someone not answering.  But as the bubble flashed for a final time, something told you that you had fucked up. 

Honoka was always quiet, yes, but she was also amazingly sweet.  She cried when you were little kids at the ending scene in All Dog’s Go to Heaven, always scrounged up change to donate to someone on the street looking for food, and volunteered every weekend to help with the younger students struggling in studies.  She hadn’t been born with a mean bone in her body.  

But by the end of the week, you were certain the person messaging you wasn’t the same Honoka you knew.  She had changed - and not for the better.  Not in the slightest.  She was growing more insistent that you talk to her - every night.  And if you didn’t?  

The calls were incessant.  One after the other until you finally had to shut your ringer off.  And the voicemails - she never spoke.  Just let it sit for a moment before hanging up.  And you were grateful for it - you didn’t want to talk to her.  Every chance she got, she showered you with praise and adoration while slinging hate at all your friends in 1-A.  But no one got it like Bakugou did.

Honoka:  Stop talking to him.

It’s not any of your damn business who I’m talking to.

Honoka:  If you don’t stop talking to him, I’ll tell him what a whore you were in Middle School.

The water of your bath was scalding, but that didn’t stop you from shaking.  Why was she doing this to you?  Why was she so adamant about making your life miserable?  This wasn’t Honoka - not even in the slightest.  

I’m blocking you.  Leave me alone.

Don’t talk to me anymore.

No matter what, he was pure evil to Honoka.  He was disgusting, arrogant, rude, a monster, a villain hiding in sheep's clothing and would do nothing but drag you down.  He would hurt you, she said.  

Honoka:  Go ahead.  I’ll just make other accounts.

She was as good as her word.  At least that hadn’t changed.

Your classmates were starting to take notice.  After the first few accounts were blocked, she started using a calling app to randomly call you - only to hang up the moment you answered.  Sometimes it was once a night, supplemented with texts about what a no good, lying whore you were.  About how you were just some slut who’s opening you legs for the first guy who gave you any attention. 

Honoka:  Fucking skank.

Honoka:  You’re so fucking worthless.  

Honoka:  You fucking him?  Is that it?  Is that why you want to defend him so bad?

Honoka:  He’s probably fucking every other girl in your class.

Other times, the calls were every hour on the hour.  It had gotten so bad, that you started sleeping in later and later.

You raced through the empty halls, trying to will time to back up.  You had slept in, missing your first train.  When you got on the second one, you fell back asleep until the stop after yours.  The only thing you could do was get off and just run to school as fast as you could.  Class had started 20 minutes ago.  This had never happened before - in your whole life.  You were always meticulous about getting to class early.

You were a good student.  A good person.  You were.  

“Well, look who decided to join us.”  Mr. Aizawa didn’t even bother to hide the annoyance in his voice.  It made it all the more terrible

You wanted to cry.  You felt the eyes of everyone in your class fall on you.  It made your skin squirm, your stomach flip.  You wanted to turn around and just...run home.  To crawl into your bed and... 

You bowed low, your head almost hitting the floor.  “I’m so sorry I’m late, sir!  It won’t happen again!”

“Be sure that it doesn’t.”  His glare hardened.  “We’ll talk after class about your punishment.”

Punishment.  Shit.  You couldn’t speak, resigning to solemnly nodding as you making the walk of shame to your seat, collapsing down.  You had to take a minute, to steady your breath.  To try and collect yourself.  At least at school, you had an excuse not to answer her texts.  To ignore her and pretend like she wasn’t out there being fucking crazy.  School was safe.  School was free from it all.

Almost by habit, you turned and looked over at Bakugou.  A small part of you was praying that he was looking at you.  That his glare would ground you in a way only it knew how.  But when your eyes met...the only thing you felt was misery.  

You fucking him?  Is that it?  

Your heart raced, panic flooded your nerves, and all you wanted to do was run.  Get away from everyone and just...just go to sleep.  You just wanted to sleep.  But Honoka wasn’t allowing that.  You couldn’t stop thinking about half of the things she said while the other half had been resting heavily in your stomach, making you sick.  She was stealing everything from you.

You’re a fucking slut opening her legs for the first guy who gives you attention.  And of course it had to be that fucking dog.

No...no you couldn’t look at him for too long, afraid that he would know.  Terrorized as you were, you couldn’t run the risk of him finding out.  Because...what if she messaged him first?  What if she told him all of her lies and...what if he believed her?

No.  No, that couldn’t happen.

You pulled away from his stare, folding in on yourself.  Just get out your books.  Focus on class and get out your books.  Your phone dinged and your blood ran cold.  You dreaded even looking at it, but as you tugged out your notebook,  the piece of plastic fell, resting against the back of your bag.  It was as if some higher power was damning you to be always aware of the vitriol Honoka was spewing in your direction.  The lock screen shone bright: 21 missed texts, 44 missed calls.  But the most recent message sent horror down your spine.

Honoka:  Naughty girl, sleeping in late for school.  

You slipped out of the lunch room and made your way down the hall.  You were going to put an end to this - once and for all.  You didn’t know what game Honoka was playing at, but whatever it was, you were fucking done.  She was starting to seep into every facet of your life and it was ending now.  Right then, in that hallway.  

When you got a safe distance away from the double doors, to ensure no one could hear you when you started screaming, you searched through your contacts for her number.  When you finally found it however...

God, just looking at her name made you sick.  The fact her contact picture was of you and her, eating ice cream at a beach, grinning and giving the camera a peace sign, posing as only 12 year old girls knew how, it drove a knife into your chest, twisting it even deeper the longer you stared at it.  She was making your life a living hell.  It wasn’t right, it didn’t make any fucking sense.  Why was she doing this to you?  Did you do something to her?  Were you cruel in your last interaction?  Did you make a joke that went so poorly that she decided the only way to get back at you was to ruin your entire life?  To push you so close to the edge that...

She going out of her way to make your life a living hell and for what?  

Well, no better time like the present to find out.

Your thumb slammed down on the dial button.  Each ring was like nails on chalk board.

Her voice was even worse.

She said your name so surprised, before crying it out in joy.  “Oh my god, it’s been so long!”

Well...that...wasn’t...true?

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Honoka went silent on the other end of the phone.  “Uh...are you okay?”

“You’ve been harassing me since the festival and you’re just going to act like-”

“Wait...what?”

“The thousands of texts!?  The millions of calls!?”

She didn’t answer.  You couldn’t help the grin that spread over your face.  You fucking got her.  You caught her in her bullshit lie and she didn’t have anything to say for it.  You hated to admit it, but part of you was excited to hear how she was going to explain it way.  How she was going to break down and finally you could tell her off and it was going to stop and you could get a good night’s sleep and maybe your mom could make your favorite curry and you would be able to eat it and not throw it up later and -

“I haven’t been texting you.”

Well...you couldn’t have said you were expecting that.  You stopped, staring at your feet.  “I...what?”

“I...haven’t been calling you.  Or texting you.”  She said, her voice - that ever familiar voice - filled with worry.

...of course she would be worried.  She was always so fucking nice. 

“Yes you have!!”  You shouted, gritting your teeth.

She said your name, so softly and so calmly, “No.  I haven’t.  I promise you, I haven’t.  Are you okay?  Is everything alright?”

The phone vibrated in your fingers and the screen lit up once more.  Another unknown number was calling you.  You didn’t hesitate and for the first time since this all began you answered the her-him-they-it. 

“What!?”  You screamed, pressing the phone to your ear.  You strained to hear, to try and find out who was doing this to you.  “What do you want!?  Why are you doing this to me!?  Leave me alone!!!”

...click!

The dial tone felt like a death sentence.

The hallway shrunk and expanded, growing larger and darker - like the mouth of the beast, it was going to swallow you whole.  You pressed your phone to your forehead, slumped to the floor and realized...you were crying.  No, not just crying.  You were sobbing, each one wracking your body and shaking your bones.  Shit...shit, shit, shit.  You just wanted to go back to the way things were.  You wanted it to stop, wanted whoever was doing this to leave you alone and - 

Your phone buzzed again.  Another message.  

Another sob rocked your body, but you found the strength to turn it back into view.

UNKNOWN NUMBER ::  [ MULTIMEDIA MESSAGE ]

Your fingers trembled so hard you almost dropped the phone.  You didn’t want to look at whatever it was.  Whoever was doing to you was fucking sick, was deranged and psychotic and out of their mind and...you had to do something about it.  Maybe you could tell a teacher?  But what could they do about it?  Up security?  Just for you?  No, it was entirely out of the question.  You couldn’t go to the police - since who ever this was hadn’t physically done anything to harm you.  

You were on your own.

You opened the message.

It was your house.  The sun was setting.  Then another.  This one was early in the morning.  Then another.  And another.  Another another another another another another another another another different angles, different times of day...but all focused on one spot. 

Your bedroom.  Sometimes it was empty, but other times you were in shot.  Sometimes working on homework, sometimes sitting with your cat on the window sill, other times pulling your shirt above your head, reaching behind your back for your bra and...

UNKOWN NUMBER :  Stop ignoring me.

Your phone clattered to the floor as you gripped your hair, trying to steady your breathing.  In two three fours, Out two three fours.  In two three fours, Out two three-

“Hey.”

The scream was involuntary, as was backing against the lockers so hard that you slammed your head against them.  Bakugou recoiled, staring at you, his eyes wide with surprise.  It didn’t last long, quickly overtaken by gritted teeth and snarls.  “The hell is your-”

He must have noticed the tears, the absolute panic on your face.  The silence fell over the two of you, the echo of your scream now long gone.  You wished you were.  You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t face the shame of what was happening.  How could you explain it. 

“You alright?”  

You pulled your legs up to you chest, hugging them tightly.  “No,” You replied.

Bakugou was never one for consolations.  So you were almost surprised when all he made his way over to where you were sitting and sat down beside you.  You flinched, only a little, but it didn’t seem to bother him none.  He shoved his hands in his pockets, but didn’t say a word, his bright red eyes focused out the window across from you.  You...were grateful.  For the first time in almost two weeks, you didn’t feel entirely vulnerable.  Like everything was crumbling down around you.  And in this small moment of peace, you felt horribly exhausted.  Your mind ached, your body was sore, your eyes were so red and...and...

You rested against his shoulder and he didn’t make a move to stop you.  It was like Bakugou was putting himself between you and...whoever was stalking you.  

Stalking you.  You had a stalker.  

You sniffled, wiping the tears from your eyes.  “I’m sorry.”  You offered.

“For what?”  He barked.

“For crying.”

He didn’t answer for a moment, “Tch.  Yeah, well...maybe suck it the hell up.  Whatever it is, it’s not a big deal.”

Not a big...you turned to look at him, eyes narrowing.  “Not a big deal...?”  

He looked at you, a bored and disgruntled expression on his face.  “Yeah.”

“It’s kind of a big fucking deal.”

“Oh yeah?  Well then what the hell is it?”

“Whoa, it’s that kid who just won the Sports Festival!”

“Oh, wow!  He’s so much scarier in person!”

“Do you think he would be mad if I asked for an autograph?”

“Yeah! Look at his mug - he’s obviously pissed off about something!”

Bakugou had stayed late, even through your detention, to walk you home.  It was nearly dark now as you walked side by side down your street.  The sun was struggling to peak over the row of houses and a purple ink had settled over the top of the sky.  

It was taking everything in you not to apologize...again.  He didn’t need to be dragged into your mess.  But...shit, it wasn’t like you weren’t ecstatic that he offered to walk you home back in the hallway.  He was a terrifying presence, unstoppable.  As he stalked down the road towards your house, a scowl on his face as his eyes peered around every corner, it hit you that you felt safer now than you had the past few weeks.  

“Hey.”  You picked up the pace, making sure to stay close.  “Thank you again.  I just-”

“Ugh, stop thanking me!”  He glared at you.

“I’m just-”  You sighed and gripped your bag straps.  “I...I don’t see the point of you walking me home.  Not...that I don’t appreciate it, I just...won’t that make him mad?”

Bakugou scoffed.  “That’s the point, you idiot.”

Sometimes, you thought you almost understood him.  But then he blew up Rome and screamed at you to start over tomorrow morning.  You stared at him in confusion though ultimately decided you didn’t have the energy to argue.  You were just...thankful that he was here.

“This is me.”  Your house was a small thing, nestled on the corner and surrounded by a garden that was meticulously maintained by your mom while you were at school and your father was at work.  Sometimes the pictures had her in the shot, busy at work.  Your lips thinned as you stared up at the second story window,  Your white curtains lay still and your cat stared down at you, like she knew something was wrong.  Like she knew...that things were amiss. 

Well...Bakugou came all this way and the guy didn’t have the guts to show himself.  As you had figured, you had completely wasted his time.  It wasn’t like he was going to move in just to be your watchful protector.  You didn’t want to think that maybe he was just patiently waiting until you were alone but...

“Do you want to come in for something to drink.  It’s the least I could...”  

Bakugou wasn’t looking at you.  His attention was focused entirely over your shoulder.  You blinked, taken aback by the cold, dead glare on his face.  The way his eyes seemed to burn with...rage?  Unbridled anger?  Nothing seemed to do whatever it was justice.  “You’ve been following us since the train station!”  He yelled out.  “Why don’t you stop being a fucking coward and come out of hiding!!”

…someone...had been following you?

You could see the reflection of someone in his eyes.  With a shaking breath, you turned to look at who he was talking to.

You weren’t sure what you expected.  But throughout the day, you had come up with an image in your mind of what your stalker had looked like.  He would be the perfect embodiment of the horror you had suffered though, that was for certain.  A Cheshire grin, wild unkempt hair, vacant, glossy eyes, maybe a knife or something - anything to solidify himself as the monster who had been making your life miserable.  But...he wasn’t.  As you got a good look at him, you realized that he looked relatively...normal.  And for some reason, that thought alone made you sick.  

He was about your age - maybe a bit older - in a school uniform you didn’t recognize.  His hair was dark, pulled back and pushed behind his ears.  His chin was dusted with facial hair and his eyes were darting between you and Bakugou.  He had been standing by the cross walk and tried to pretend to be shocked that Bakugou was even addressing him. 

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t pull that bull with me.”  Bakugou stepped around you, making his way towards him. “I saw you get off the train with us.  You made every turn we did.  Always stayed one step behind where you thought we couldn’t see you.”

The kid only got a word out before Bakugou gripped him by his shirt and slammed him up against the wall of the neighboring house.  “Please!” The kid yelled.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Bakugou!”  Your legs finally remembered they could move.  You bolted over to where he was standing, looking between the two of them.  “Bakugou maybe it isn’t him!  Maybe he-”

“Show us your phone then if you don’t have anything to hide!”  He lifted him up and slammed him back against the bricks.

“I don’t have to show you anything, you fucking lunatic!”

You don’t think you had ever seen him on this street.  You don’t think you had seen him ever but-

“HEY!”  The boy tried to stop Bakugou from reaching into his pocket.  But it was no use.

You caught it was ease, “Try the day of the sports festival for the password.”  Was all he said.

This was fucking insane.  What if this kid wasn’t the stalker?  What if he was just some random guy who was meeting a friend.  You looked back and forth between the two of them - Bakugou, hair wild and death in his eyes, and this guy who looked down at him with fear and...

...oh...

You swiped up, entering the date as instructed.

It unlocked.

And you were met with a pretty lain layout.  Some photo editing apps, Youtube, a few games, and...

Texting and Calling apps.  Your blood ran cold as you opened the first one up.  Texts apon texts, all to the same unlisted number.  Your unlisted number.  You went to the photo gallery and there they were.  The pictures of your house.  Some of them were zoomed in and cropped to only show you.  You wanted to be sick.  You wanted to-

“I can explain!”  

“What the fuck,” You breathed, scrolling through the pictures.  Not just of your house, but of you - walking home from school, of hanging out with your friends, of you shopping.  And that’s when you saw the edited versions.

Fuck.  Oh Shit Fuck. 

“I was only trying to help you!!”  He cried, scratching at Bakugou’s wrist, making his skin bleed.  “I only want what’s best for us!”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”  You covered your mouth, trying to think of what to do next.  Should you call the police?  Your parents!?  What do you do now?

His eyes fell on Bakugou, practically snarling.  “I knew he would do something like this!!  I knew he would try to make me look like some psycho, but I’m not.  I know how he would treat you!  He’s a rabid fucking dog, a mongrel!  I couldn’t let him treat you the same way!  I couldn’t!  I’m just trying to protect you!  But you wouldn’t fucking listen!!  So I thought if maybe you and I could talk you would understand!  You would see what I’m-”

“ARGH!”

Your body tensed as the smell of burnt stone and ash filled the air.  You looked up and half expected his head to be blown clean off.  But it was still attached, only now he looked terrified as he stared down at Bakugou.  You followed his gaze, saw the look of pure, unadulterated rage.  His hand had connected to the wall beside the man’s head, smoke dancing up and around them.  And he was shaking.  Oh, god, how hard Bakugou was shaking.

He spoke low, deep in his chest.  “Listen close, you freak.  You’re going to leave her alone from this point forward - you got that?  If I find out you’re even thinking about her, I’ll kill you myself!!”

The world fell silent.  No one said a word until.  Your stalker was crying now, shaking as he nodded, quickly, mumbling apology after apology.  You couldn’t find the words to say, but your heart.  God, your heart was beating so hard in your chest as you stared at Bakugou.  He...he was...

Oh.

The window in the house behind you slid open.  An older man leaned out the window, his wife nervously peering over his shoulder.  The looked to the source of the commotion before standing up straight, fumbling as the smoke continued to rise from the spot Bakugou...well...destroyed.  “Hey!!  If you don’t get off my property, I’m calling the cops!”

...the police.  

...

The police.

Oh god, you had his phone.  You could prove he had been stalking you!!!  You perked up, smiling for the first time in weeks, “Yes!  Yes, please, call the police!”

The man stared at you, confusion on his face. “....what?”

The weight of the situation only grew heavier when the police searched the contents of the guy’s backpack. 

Rope.  A knife.  Some cloth.  A box of condoms.  And a jar of a clear, sickly sweet smelling liquid.  You heard one of the officers say what it was, though you were sure you weren’t supposed to hear.  But you did, and so did your parents.  Your mom nearly broke down for the third time that evening as your father swore under his breath.  

Homemade chloroform.

His name was Eito Moto - a second year at another High School near your home.  You would find out later that the stalking had started long before the Sports Festival - ever since he started working at the coffee shop you and your mom would go to every Sunday for breakfast.  Your neighbors, the ones who actually called the police, had seen him hanging around sometimes but didn’t think much off it.  

They thought he had just been a fan.  

They decided not to press charges against Bakugou for putting a hole in their fence.  “Given the circumstances,”  The man said, “I think I would have done the same thing.”

You had to go to the police station to file a report and request a restraining order.  It took well into the morning hours, where you mainly spent your time talking to different police officers, retelling the same story, going over evidence, assuring them you didn’t know this guy so you had no clue why he thought you two had been dating for months.  

They sent Bakugou home, your parents offering him their thanks and promises they would find a better, proper way to think him for essentially saving your life.  

By the time you fell into a crumpled heap on your bed, it was 2 in the morning.  It had been so long since you felt...okay.  Your stalker was in police custody for now, you could at least rest easy tonight.  You gripped your pillows, tugging them up and over your head to block out what meager light filtered in through the hallway.  No more late night calls.  No more insistent texts telling you what a no good whore you were.  You were okay.  

Everything was going to be okay. 

Bzzzz.

...oh no.  Oh no.  Oh no.

You peeked out from under your pillow, trying to calm your racing heart.  It couldn’t be him, you thought.  He was in jail, so they wouldn’t let him call you - right?  They wouldn’t let him do that, even if they did give him one call.  With shaking fingers, you reached out and plucked your phone from your end table.

Bakugou is calling!

Oh....oh thank god.

You couldn’t press accept fast enough.  You sighed, resting back against your pillows.  “Hey.”

“Is that bastard in jail?”

A laugh, a good honest laugh.  “Yeah.  Yeah, he’s in jail.  Dad and mom are gonna to talk to a lawyer tomorrow about our options.”

“Did you get a restraining order?”

You nodded.  “Yeah.  That’s what took so long and why we have to go to court.  They gave me an emergency one so...”  You blew out a puff of air, watching as a lock of your hair jumped up and fell back into place.  “At least there’s that.”

“You should have talked to me about this sooner.”  It was softer than you anticipated, less of a bite than he normally had.

You knew you should have.  You should have told someone but...it felt so...pointless?  Like it wouldn’t have mattered.  But, you had to give credit where credit was due.  “I wish I would have.”

He didn’t respond.  You had expected he would have started yelling at you, about hiding it from everyone.  Chastised you for being so stupid and letting it go on for as long as it had.  But no, he stayed quiet.  You could imagine him laying in bed, staring up at his ceiling, and wondered what he was thinking about.  What he wanted to say.  

You rolled over onto your side.  “Hey, Bakugou?”

“What.”

“Thank you.”

There was a long pause before he let out a soft noise.

“Don’t be stupid.  I was only doing what I had to do.”

Stalkers are fucking scary, yah know.  I had to listen to some voicemails left by stalkers to get the vibe down right - and I still don’t think Eito sounded perfect but hey.  At least one blessing in that:  I’ve never been stalked.  

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No one would imagine that a single drop could be the start of something so big. However, it would earn itself great meaning after a while passed. Should it continue pouring, it could also summon boundless blessings and curses.

Love was almost like rain.

   The Journey and the Auto-Memories Doll

   That one was a rain of betrayal.

It started with a calm morning, the sky unfolding without any hints of being enshrouded in dark clouds. Regardless, it did not take too long for the capricious rain brought by the heavens to turn into a downpour rarely seen in recent years.

There was no longer any sign of the rain that had started to fall like gentle kisses from paradise on the black hats of gentlemen walking around town, over the backs of cats dozing under the sun or onto the cheeks of children who opened their mouths and burst into laughter. The current season was the end of summer, and it was raining for the first in a long while in Leidenschaftlich, where the skies were constantly clear in summer, but had the god that controlled weather gone crazy? With time, as if a bucket had turned over, the city was hit by a flood.

This story is about an uneventful day, which did nothing but pass, in the lives of people who worked at a certain postal company.

   The rain and wind struck the entire building as if attacking it. The doorbell rang loudly because of this, a man standing in place and staring at it with unease.

Creak-creak, the door moved. Ring-ring, the bell resounded. Since it was ringing despite there being no customers, he had become concerned and found himself coming down from his residence in the top floor.

In the previous year, the building had been shot with rocket artillery, and not only had it earned an enormous hole but a fire had also occurred – however, thanks to the quick skills of workmen, the hole was now closed and the walls had been neatly rebuilt.

The man was a stylish redhead. He was the president of this company, which he had named after himself.

Claudia Hodgins had been left all alone in the empty postal office. Still, it was normal for him to be there, as it was both his home and workplace. However, since he was by himself at a time that would usually still be within business hours, no matter what, he looked like he had been abandoned.

The postal office had been in great turmoil because of the storm. Surely, so had its peers. With the deliveries stagnated, complaints were coming from the clients. Nevertheless, the transportation was not carried out by machines devoid of feelings. It was something done by humans, who had been given birth to by someone and who had families waiting for them when they returned home. In lieu of the unpreceded disaster, as the president, he had notified all employees that business would be closed for today.

To begin with, the customers had stopped coming in the middle of the day. If he had to say so himself, this might be the expected. Deliberately going outside amidst such strong wind and torrential rain was an act of sheer madness.

Curious about what was going on outside, Hodgins had approached the entrance from the side. He felt like attempting to open the large doors just a little. He wanted to see how inundated the ground was. Just when he slow and carefully reached a hand towards it, the door opened with force despite him not doing anything.

“Ow...!”

“Oh, my bad. More importantly, we’re screwed; it’s just impossible, Old Man!”

Hodgins was teary-eyed as his precious nose took a hit. He was lightheaded for an instant due to the pain, but soon regained consciousness. After all, one of his employees had come back dripping-wet. Hodgins pulled him – whole body wrapped in rain gear – by the arm, bringing him inside and closing the door. Although it was only open for a few seconds, the entrance was already drenched.

The visitor took off the hood over his head, allowing his face to be seen. He was a splendidly handsome and fine man of sky-blue eyes and sandy-blond hair.

“Benedict...!”

Benedict Blue. One of the postal company’s postmen, who had been working in it ever since its founding.

“It’s impossible – actually, it’s absurd! Working under this rain is absurd! I look like I’m in the bath already. I wouldn’t have come here if I weren’t soaked... Making the staff pull out was the right choice,” Benedict said as if angry-yelling, shaking his head in the same way that a dog or cat would and splattering water splashes at Hodgins.

This wetted most of Hodgins’s shirt and face, but he was unable to reprimand his employee, who had been doing strenuous effort. He accepted it in resignation, wiping Benedict’s face with the sleeve of his shirt. “Okay, stay put.”

“Uoh, what’s with you? Stop.”

“Welcome home. I was worried. Good thing you’re all right.”

“O-Oh. What, hum... I’m back... You were worried about me?”

“Of course,” Hodgins said, to which Benedict turned away with an obviously embarrassed attitude after a moment of bewilderment.

Outside, vases and planters that may have been at the eaves of people’s houses, as well as shop signs, had been turning into weapons for a while now, dancing around the city along with the wind. Managing to come back unharmed and safely amidst this weather, where one could not know what would come flying their way, was something to be happy about.

“I’m just fine. This job’s easier than running around shooting guns. Anyway, I was left with the letters and packages of a guy who fell from his motorcycle and came back by myself. Was best to do that, right?”

“Aah, so someone got hurt?”

“That newbie, Clark. But he only scrapped his knees. He fell lots of times when he was learning how to ride, but for real, it’s surprisingly depressing when you fall off other than during practice. He was crying, y’see.”

“Aah~.”

Knowing who the person in question was, Hodgins pitied him. He was the youngest postman to join the company as of late. It was difficult to find human resources for postmen as they were quick to quit.

“He’s young, after all...”

“You call him young but... he’s already a grown man. I wonder if he ain’t lying to us about his age... I thought he was a baby or something.”

“You can’t compare him to a city boy fresh from the battlefield like yourself. I’m gonna get you a towel and a change of clothes now, so don’t move from there.”

“Why?”

“You’d wet the floor. Don’t tell me to go around cleaning up where you walked.”

“Clean it up,” he said while laughing, to which Hodgins’s shoulders slumped. He was a reliable companion, but also a young man who knew not how to show respect for his elders.

——Well, guess I’m a so-called doting parent for thinking that’s cute – no, doting boss.

Anyhow, they needed towels, Hodgins thought as he went back to his room. He grabbed a few large towels and held a pair of trousers and shirt that Benedict would apparently fit into under his arm. Then returned to the ground floor. By the time he did so, the number of people had increased.

“Uwah... Amazing, it’s like squeezing a rag.”

There were three more other than Benedict. If they were to be separated by types, one of them had evacuated after receiving a report of work, one had evacuated after finishing work, and one had been ordered to clock out, but all had come back halfway through, as their bodies were about to be blown off by the overwhelming storm.

“Please stop.” There was Violet Evergarden, whose golden hair was in Benedict’s grasp.

“Why? You said your hair was wet.”

“You just want to touch Violet’s hair, Benedict. Isn’t that right?” Lux Sibyl, who had given up on wiping her glasses and was glaring at the empty space.

“That’s not it. Don’t say weird stuff, Lux.”

“You knooow, my hair’s just as long as Violet’s.” And Cattleya Baudelaire, who scowled at Benedict with her arms crossed.

The members who had been there ever since the founding were Violet, Cattleya and Benedict, but Lux, having joined midway, was now a skillful secretary who covered up the schedule of the employees and president and moved them around like chess pieces. As the four people whose ages were close to each other’s came together, the conversation naturally livened up.

“You—You’re that kinda thing. If I touch you in a place like this, it’d be that kinda thing. This is our workplace, so there’s all that kinda thing. Morally speaking, it’s that kinda thing.”

“What do you mean ‘morally speaking’?!”

“I wish you wouldn’t say those things even if you think about them. Right, Violet?”

“‘Public morals’...? Benedict, what am I from your point of view?”

“V, you’re like a little sister to me... Aah, Old Man, gimme another towel.”

It was a terribly joyful thing that the company’s young aces had returned to it safe and sound.

“Everyone, don’t move from that spot no matter what. Hey, Cattleya! Don’t move!”

However, wiping all the water off the bodies of those four turned out to be a bone-breaking work.

   Out of kindness, Hodgins invited the four people who had gathered up at the postal company to his residence in the top floor.

The whole floor was his apartment, thus it was quite large. A family of five could live comfortably in it. The furnishings were arranged in wooden items and serene shades of dark brown and green. It was a relaxed, adult atmosphere, where was nothing particularly funny. It had a faint scent of the perfume that Hodgins always wore.

The invited four let out sighs of relief. The biggest reason for it, although there was also the fact that this was Hodgins’s apartment, was that they were able to escape the horrible situation outdoors. With the exception of Lux, three of them were tough enough to take part in the act of physically crushing other postal companies, but human beings could not win against natural disasters.

“Hey, what do we do? We can’t go home anymore, can we?”

“There’s nothing we can do. We got no choice but stay in Old Man’s place.”

“First time something like this happens, huh. But we’re all together, so... might be imprudent of me to say this, but... it’s a bit fun. Violet, are you worried about your home?”

“Yes, about the flowerbeds.”

“You should say ‘about the people back home’, V.”

“The two went on a trip, so they are away. I promised that I would take care of the flowers in their absence, which is why... I am worried about the flowerbeds. Besides, if that house were to be destroyed by this storm, this place would meet its end much sooner... We have little time left to live.”

“Don’t go from talking about your family to destroying the company, Little Violet. Hey, hey, everyone, you’ll catch a cold so get changed first. Put the towels in the laundry basket. Benedict, don’t throw the towels wherever!”

As told by Hodgins, the employees firstly decided to change their clothes.

Violet and Cattleya had just returned from a work trip of two days and one night, thus they had a change of nightclothes in their bags, but Benedict and Lux did not. Although there was a height difference between them, Hodgins had no issues with lending clothes to Benedict, who was also a man, but there was a need for careful selection when it came to Lux.

“Shirt... shirt, shirt; all I have is shirts.”

“Hum, President, I’m fine with anything.”

“Eeh... that okay?”

As a result, the boy and girl came into the scene wearing baggy clothes. Benedict looked almost the same as when he and Hodgins first met. When he was left to chance completely naked in a desert, he had borrowed a shirt and trousers just as he was doing now. He seemed pleased with it, however...

“Feels kinda naughty...”

...the problem was Lux.

“Benedict’s fine, but maybe it won’t do for Little Lux? Is this okay?” Hodgins asked everyone with a meek face.

They all had at last settled down, each seated in a place of their preference while sipping tea. The employees were relaxing as if they were in their own homes. Contrary to the peaceful state of the situation inside, there was still a sound of rain hitting the windows and a troubled noise of something colliding against the building outside.

“What is ‘okay’ supposed to mean?” Sitting on the sofa, Violet tilted her head. Being comfortably dressed in a dusty-pink nightwear gave her usually disciplined self a slightly soft and gentle air.

“Little Violet.”

“Yes.”

“Your nightgown is cute, huh.”

“The people from the household bought it for me. Well, what is ‘okay’ supposed to mean? Was there any problem?”

“Little Lux’s clothes.”

For whatever reason, they had the person in question standing in the center of the room. With everyone’s eyes on her, she seemed uneasy.

“Hum... why do I have to stand in the middle?”

“Little Lux, stay like that and don’t move.”

“All right.”

“What is wrong with Lux’s look? You mean to say it lacks adornment?”

“Why would that be the case, Little Violet?”

“You are the one who chooses attires for us Dolls and you have particularities regarding the clothing and accessories, so I concluded that you might deem the plain shirt as not enough.”

“No, no.” Hodgins flailed both hands. The things he was saying had a moral value to them, out of fear that her outfit was perhaps vulgar.

Benedict had dealt with it by securing her trousers with a belt, but as Lux had too thin a waist, the outcome was the belt falling off. In short, she was not wearing pants. Inevitably, she was dressed in nothing but a shirt. However, her short stature fortunately made it look like a shirt-dress.

As Hodgins explained his concern, everyone said, “I see.”

Showered with their stares more and more, Lux began to blush.

“It gives off a dangerous feeling when you think she ain’t wearing any, but on second thought, isn’t that the same for skirts? There’s actually an open hole in them, but it’s not visible, so they’re classified as clothes. No big deal, is it?” Benedict had been standing with his back against the wall just a moment ago, yet had suddenly drawn close to her and started examining her fixatedly.

“Don’t say ‘not wearing any’!”

“Well, I mean, you really ain’t wearing any... but that’s okay. No biggie. You’re probably not an option for Old Man, so no worries. Right?”

“That’s rude!”

“I’m saying you don’t need to worry about that kinda thing... Should I take mine off, then? I see; I’m fine with it. I’ll be the same as you. That all right? I’m gonna take it off.”

“Stop, stop, stop!” As Benedict put a hand to his belt while laughing, Lux repeatedly hit his chest with her fists to stop him. Lux was red up to her ears. “I can’t take this anymore! Violet! Take Benedict to over there!”

“Understood.”

“Owowowow, V, ouch, that’s not it; it was the Old Man who said weird stuff first. We’re friends, so I was showing that she doesn’t have to get hung up over something like...”

Caught in Violet’s arms, Benedict obediently sat on the sofa. Perhaps in order not to allow him to escape, she gripped his hands and sat next to him.

Cattleya cut through the silence, “The tea is delicious.” She was scattered over the bed. She must have been tired from returning from the Doll business trip. Her eyes were downcast. She might be sleepy.

“Cattleya, do you not have any comments to make? I want to hear lots of opinions.”

“Eeeh, me?” Cattleya joined the needless debate as if it were a bother. “Hmmm... if someone were making her wear this because it’s their taste, it’d be gross indeed, but there’s no other clothes for her... It’d also be horrible to leave her with just a towel wrap, so I think it’s valid. Speaking of which, President...”

“Hm?”

“You’re saying that even though you pick open-chested clothes for my Doll outfits? And the times you were choosing Doll attires for me, y’knooow, you were never so considerate to say ‘not this, not this either’ when discussing it with the people from the made-to-order store...”

Her manner of speech was somewhat thorny, but Hodgins did not make much out of it. “That’s because they look good on you.” Rather, he said decisively, with an earnest gaze and excessive confidence, “Because they look good on you. Is my judgement wrong?”

“E-Eh?” Being replied to so unapologetically, Cattleya’s reasoning jumbled up, to the point she found herself wondering if she was the one in the wrong.

The Doll outfit that Cattleya usually wore was composed mainly of a crimson dress-coat, so there was no mistaking that one could not wear it unless the person was remarkably stylish. In addition, there was also no doubt that it was lascivious. Whoever looked at her would find their line of sight momentarily going to her chest. Still, whoever looked at her would remember the woman named Cattleya Baudelaire at once.

“No... it’s not like your choices are wrong... but I only forgive you because you’re the boss. I was shocked when you first showed me that outfit! I didn’t use to wear something like that before.”

“Well, but y’see, an hourglass-shaped person looks more slender when the area around their collarbone is exposed, and it’s pretty.”

An evident question mark floated above Violet’s head at the unfamiliar word. Benedict pointed a finger at the tea set arranged on the nearby table. An hourglass used to measure the time it took to steam the tealeaves was lying there. Perhaps finding the similarity between it and a plump chest and dainty hips, Violet nodded as if convinced.

“You’ve got an hourglass-shaped figure with that slim waist, so I gave you a coat-dress that puts this on display. You can adjust it with the ribbon, so it’s not a pain, right? It has a wonderful line in mathematical terms, y’know? Plus, you also have a cheerful character, so it doesn’t look vulgar. That’s important. It means that outfit takes into consideration even the personality of the one wearing it. And the owner of that made-to-order store is famous not just in this country but abroad. The outfits of our Dolls are on a whole different level in comparison to other companies, aren’t they?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“I don’t want to bring this up, but they’re very expensive.”

“Eh, I’m sorry. S-Should I pay you back? Either that or you can dock my salary...”

“No, you’re my Doll, after all. Nobody waters a flower to get money off it, right? It’s fine, Cattleya. Just stay pretty. It’s exactly because I have obsessions over clothes that I don’t want to make a girl look vulgar. And it’s exactly because I like girls that I want to have them shine wonderfully. That’s also why I have a few complaints about Little Lux’s usual plain clothes, though...”

“I don’t know why you decided to run a mail service, President, but I accept that passion of yours. I’ll wear those clothes with care. But, President, I’m doing my best, so I want a new outfit. A cute one.”

Listening to the conversation of the two in silence, perhaps tired of going along with her superior, Lux looked at Violet and Benedict’s direction with a gaze that quietly asked for help. There was a gap on the sofa that seemed enough for one person to sit. Having locked eyes with her, Violet told Benedict to scoot over after a brief moment and patted the open spot. Lux sat next to them, looking happy.

“Violet, what’re you drinking?” Lux peeked at the teacup that Violet was holding.

“I wonder. I took the tealeaves that were in the kitchen. I do not know what type of tea it is.”

“Darjeeling.”

“Benedict, how did you know?”

“‘Cause that guy likes Darjeeling. All the tea cans he has are nothing but that.”

“Guess I’m gonna drink that too; my body got cold from the long time under the rain.”

“Heeey, the three of you who ended the talk before we noticed! Listen to what I have to say.” Hodgins put his hands on his hips, pretending to be angry.

“We were deviating from the main subject. We deemed that it was not a necessary conversation and took action prioritizing Lux’s rest,” Violet expressed with a clear voice tone.

“Besides, this talk’s about bedroom wear, ain’t it?” Benedict added a two-fold retort. The blond, blue-eyed duo that looked like siblings stared at Hodgins with questioning eyes.

“Ugh, I comply with you two no matter what you say when you both look at me at the same time, so cut it out. But I’m not giving up. I think she needs one more article of clothing.”

“Hum... President, I’m okay with this. I’m already thankful that I could borrow your clothes. Besides, when you make such a big fuss about it, things that weren’t lewd in the first place start to seem lewd, so to say,” Lux said, wanting to end this topic as fast as possible.

“The solution has come to me. Wouldn’t it be best if I took the shirt and trousers and had Lux wear this nightgown?”

However, Violet wound up rewinding it.

——Violet!

Lux hit Violet repeatedly in her mind.

“Ah~, that’s right. If that’s the case, I can do it too. But maybe my nightgown is too big? It’s a negligee just like Violet’s. The shoulder length might be the problem for this one...”

“Old Man, you gonna die if you don’t obsess over the stuff we wear? You ain’t. Give up.”

“No way. Days like this one don’t come by. All five of us are trapped in the company and we can’t get out. You’ve got no choice but stay here in my house, right? We’re having the best of parties, a pajama party. I want it to be a good one. But I can’t enjoy it when I’m worrying over Little Lux’s clothes.”

Benedict contemplated a reply to Hodgins’s words for a few seconds, but soon stopped. He was probably tired. He looked Violet’s way and asked, “Hey, you not hungry? I’m gonna take a look at the kitchen.

“Hey, don’t ignore me.” As Benedict stood up, Hodgins chased after him.

“Benedict’s gonna make something? Yay! You guys probably don’t know this, but he’s good at cooking.” Cattleya lined up behind them.

“I didn’t say I was gonna make anything, though... Well, if you’re hungry, I can do it.”

“I shall assist you.” Violet raised her arms, rolling up her sleeves. Her prosthetics made a creaking noise.

“V, you can cook?”

“To some extent. In the military, I used to make preparations for the cooking. Mrs. Evergarden... Lady Tiffany also trained me on it.

“M-Me too... I can peel the potatoes, and stuff.” Lux hastily went after everyone. In a trail, a big move to the kitchen began to take place.

“Lux. You don’t usually cook, do you? I can already tell by just that statement. I’ll teach you.”

“Most things get solved just by peeling the potatoes... Benedict, you’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“Am not, Potato Demigod.”

“Violet, Benedict insulted me!”

“Benedict.”

“Owowow! V—! Don’t poke my sides! A hit from those crazy-ass prosthetics of yours ain’t no cutesy way to poke anyone! It just hurts like it normally would!”

In the end, Hodgins was able to find a light feather-print sweater in his closet and gave it to Lux. As she put it on, with her short stature, its length became the same as that of a long cardigan, which Hodgins was awfully pleased with for how adorable it was.

   The madder-red sky was not visible at dusk, the outside morphing into evening with no changes in the rainy weather.

Benedict made a soup at random with the vegetables available in Hodgins’s kitchen, which had seasonings in abundance, while Violet and Cattleya supplied it with cookies that they had brought back as souvenirs from their ghostwriting business trip. Lux brought over small candy marbles that she kept stored in her desk at the company, and Benedict, instructed by Hodgins, reluctantly took an expensive bottle hidden on the liquor shelf of the latter’s room.

“Hey, let’s rummage through the desks of everyone in the company. There are probably gonna be other ingredients in them.”

“If it’s Mr. Anthony’s desk, I think there’s definitely something in it. Mr. Anthony always gives me sweets... We’re in a state of emergency so I’m sure he’ll forgive us for it.”

“There were sweets in the reception guys’ desks. Would they get mad if we took them?”

“Definitely seem like they would. But this sweet... is one of the tasty ones... I wanna eat it.”

Lux, who was still growing, and Benedict, who had missed lunch and did not have enough with just the vegetable soup, procured more food. The sweets that the hungry thieves sneaked from the company employees’ desks turned out as what could be considered a big catch, and so, the five people trapped inside during a day of usual rain commenced a night party.

The five of different ages, genders and positions were already at a state where they could be deemed as a single family through the many incidents they had overcome and the time they had spent together. They laughed a lot, talked a lot.

“You remember when Violet brought Lux over? She went to negotiate it directly with Old Man with so much might, like, ‘I have picked up a puppy. Please give me permission to raise it here. Now, hurry’. They were holding hands and she wouldn’t let go of Lux, explaining the situation all at length as if to say she wasn’t gonna move until he gave the permission. The way Old Man acted so suspicious back then was a real blast.”

“I remember~! He was like, ‘Eh, “demigod”? Eh, “abduction and confinement”? Have you told the military police about that?’... President was so troubled, walking in circles around the two. It was the funniest thing of that year.”

“Hum... I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologize, Little Lux. You’re our main player now, so you did what you could to get where you are. You really exerted yourself in this unfamiliar land. Work for us forever, ‘kay? Rather, for me. Little Violet does some unbelievable stuff sometimes, but she generally doesn’t do anything wrong, so back then, her first-time deed shook up even someone like me, with plenty of life experience. Saying no didn’t even cross my mind.”

“I knew that President Hodgins would give you a generous treatment. If I had not concluded so, I would not have done such a thing. Thank you very much for that time, President.”

“Little Violet... Little Violet’s all grown up too, huh; you’ve become a wonderful lady...”

“Well, she’s got you as her example of guardian figure, after all.”

“I was raised by both Benedict and President Hodgins. You are my examples.”

“Eh, so I’m Old Man’s son...? Gimme the whole company.”

“No way! Actually, you’re taking a part of the company in the future, so that much should be fine, right?”

“You were serious about that? If you split the company...”

“Yeah, I’ll be the vice-president. V, call me Vice-President Benedict.”

“Benedict will be... the vice-president?”

“Violet, you haven’t been to the company too often because of work, right? I’ll stay as President Hodgins’s secretary, but some of the employees will go to Benedict’s side. That’s gonna be pretty lonely... Still, the company will be built inside the country, so it’ll be close in terms of distance. But it won’t be the same building anymore.”

“Other people... will also be gone.”

“Did I tell you that my role’s gonna change too?”

“I have not heard about that.”

“I’ll be transferred to training the newcomers. Violet, you’ll stay as you are. Well, between you and me, if we were to debate on which one should be the instructor, it’d have to be me. I’m good at looking after others.”

“Cattleya will be... an instructor...”

“I’ll be here like always. The Doll department that Little Violet and the others are in will stay in the main office and you’re largely in charge of the numbers in our Doll department, so your role won’t change.”

“Sounds like I don’t make money when you put it like that.”

“No, it’s not like that... I’ve been keeping the right people in the right places since long ago, right? I asked you to do this because I thought you could be everyone’s big sis. Besides, wasn’t it you, Cattleya, who immediately replied that you’d to it when I said your pay would increase if you became an instructor?”

“Well, that’s because I don’t know how long I could keep on being a Doll. It’s a job you can do even when you get older, but walking up mountains has been hard lately. Probably because of my high heels.”

They truly laughed a lot and talked a lot.

In their feel-at-home looks, they played card games, discussed memories of their trips and laughed holding their stomachs at silly stories. The night went on and on and the heavy rain outside gradually subsided, but no one said, “Let’s go home, then”. Days like these were a rarity. They all knew this much.

“I’m having lots of fun today. It’d be great if it were always like this.” The words that Cattleya muttered with a big smile spoke for everyone’s feelings.

Whenever a fun feast reached its climax, the loneliness towards the fact that it was going to end would cross the corners of people’s heads. That applied not only to this day that God had granted them but also to matters in the long run.

Perhaps the company named CH Postal Company itself could also be considered a feast to the people gathered in it. “May this dream, this fun time go on forever,” they wished.

The dream had begun with Claudia Hodgins. He then picked up Cattleya Baudelaire, Benedict Blue and Violet Evergarden.

“Make sure to just lick it. So, how’s that?”

They had built the company office building in Leidenschaftlich and started it together. As the postal business was a privatized one and the competitors were many, nobody could predict at first for how long this company would continue to exist.

“This stings.”

A local customer then came, earning them a large-scale contract in the delivery business.

“Eh~, you okay, Violet? You’re better off as someone who can’t drink...”

Their Auto-Memories Doll activities began to stand out.

“But everyone is changing.”

“Doesn’t that have nothing to do with drinking alcohol? I drink ‘cause I like it. If you don’t, then stop.”

“That’s right, Violet.”

“No... Major has a taste for drinking during meals, so I had been thinking of learning to do it one day as well. You are all changing one after another whenever I blink. I have started eating with other people quite often at work as well. I, too, shall adapt...”

Along the way, a girl who would later become a brilliant secretary joined them.

“I see... Then I want to try drinking too. I’m a secretary, after all. I have to eat out with other people. What kind of taste is it, if you had to compare?”

Despite the major changes in the personal life of each, all of them had contributed to the development of the company, to the point that they spent every single day being busy.

“Close to that of a perfume. In that it is hard to swallow.”

There would surely be many, many more changes.

“Hey, I can’t approve that opinion. Big Sis here will introduce you to delicious drinks. Rather than being taught by a man, you should learn from me. Lux, you can’t yet.”

Surely, their fates would twist further.

“Eh~?!”

“Benedict, bring another one. And something to crack it open with.”

For people to gather up, an encounter had to have happened. That was what it meant.

“Aight, aight...” Benedict stood up from the sofa. He had been dragged into Cattleya’s scheme, in which she had planned the conspiracy of attempting to make Violet Evergarden consume alcohol, because he himself had complied with it.

“O-Owah. Old Man. You were here?”

“‘Were here,’ you ask... this is my house.”

As they came across each other in the kitchen, Benedict had let out a brash voice without thinking. The reason might be that he perhaps was seen grinning as he walked in. Despite his nihilistic attitude, he was happy to spend time with his friends.

“I-I know. I was thinking you were taking too long in the toilet...”

“Cigar.”

With the kitchen’s small window open, Hodgins was smoking a cigar. All of the women despised the smell, so he rarely ever let them see him smoking. Just when Benedict was thinking about how he had suddenly stood up and disappeared, there he was, smoking in secret.

——He only smokes when he can’t calm down, though.

There was no better day to relax with their companions, and yet.

“Hey, take a look outside. It’s so quiet after the storm... like the wind. Even though it was so loud before.” Perhaps due to him being a little drunk, Hodgins’s face was red.

“True... Hey, need more booze. Ain’t there anything easier to drink?”

“Eh, why? You can’t give it to Little Lux.”

“Cattleya wants to make V drink some. Well, ain’t it okay? I think it’s about time she learns the ropes. Dunno when we’ll get to drink with her again... and it’s better to have people you get along with teaching you this kinda thing, right?”

“Eeh... it’s still too soon. If you insist, isn’t it enough to drip a drop of rum into her tea?”

“Can you even call that a drink? Make it a degree higher.”

Hodgins gave a strained smile. “Hey, hey, her big brother figure shouldn’t be saying this...”

“I say it because I’m her big brother figure. I mean, we’re getting more rookies. She’s the highlight of our Doll department. Eating with people is part of having a big job. Before she gets involved with someone who wants to make her drink...”

“Does this have anything to do with me telling you to be the branch manager?”

Hearing a slightly icy voice coming from the president, Benedict blinked. “No... sorta.”

“She’s still a child, and I’ll definitely always be with her in those kinds of places, so it’s okay. It’s still early to teach her how to drink. Nope, nope.”

“A ‘child’, you say... well, she’s got a childish side, but she ain’t one anymore.”

“She is – you, Cattleya and Little Lux, too, are all kids to me. Because you’re quick to do this kind of thing if I don’t keep an eye on you... My, my,” Hodgins said, blowing out the tobacco smoke. Mismatched as it was for someone with such a mature appearance, Benedict could get a glimpse of childishness in him.

“You’ll keep trying to do that from now on too? That’s impossible; face the reality,” Benedict bit out incidentally.

Silence.

Benedict’s words were not wrong. The CH Postal Company was growing rapidly as a business. The fact that the postal company led by Salvatore Rinaudo had withdrawn from the postal industry in the previous year had a major influence in this. They now reigned at a pivotal position in Leidenschaftlich’s postal service. The CH Postal Company would soon account for nearly all of the commissions from the people living in Leidenschaftlich. Other than being busy with work affairs, there were even discussions about relocating the head office because of problems with waiting areas and break rooms due to securing new employees.

“Like, you and I are gonna get damn busy. The Auto-Memories Doll department is gonna be the main organ of the head office and my place will be ordinary mail, right? We’ll be teaching people how things go, and I’ll be doing deliveries too. You’re the one with the busiest role. Anything and everything’s gonna be relayed to you. Getting to be close to your employees like until now while doing all that is just...”

It was natural for a company that had become bigger to do a corporative split-off and for one of their employees to manage the branch office. Benedict was still young but had the power to bring people together. The task would not be an impossible one if they put a veteran of the head office in charge of taking over it. They could do this, Hodgins had decided, thus he came up with the proposal.

“The regular meetings and other stuff that I take part in happen in the head office... It’s not like we won’t get to see each other.”

“Everyone will have a different post and position. We won’t get to see each other. Same for you, Old Man.”

“If it’s work, I can adjust it. I’ll do my best to administrate everyone so that the employees can get a time every now and then to relax like this...”

“Old Man, even if you do your best, V’s dating that nasty-ass military officer, so won’t they get married someday? Dunno ‘bout it, but... that’s why it’s impossible to always watch over us in the first place...”

Silence.

“Hey, don’t clam up.”

What was being thrust at Hodgins now was something that he did not want to look straight at, despite thinking about and readying himself for it. That was what he was being told.

“Hodgins – hey, Old Man.”

It was something that Benedict Blue had the right to say, exactly because they had been doing everything together from the start.

“Hey, don’t take it in a weird way. I ain’t saying this to be malicious. You left the Auto-Memories Doll department in the head office ‘cause your wish to watch over V is a big deal, right? I get it. She’s special to you.”

“That’s not it; I—”

“But she won’t be a kid forever. She’s different from back when she started working, with you teaching her everything. She’s someone who’s gonna let go of your hand one day. She ain’t your real daughter or your girlfriend. Then, if you had to say what she is, at the end of the day, she’s your employee. You’ll part ways one day. If you don’t get ready for that now, will you manage to get over it if she marries into that bastard’s family and he makes her leave the company?”

“Will you manage to get over it?” The question ruminated in Hodgins’s heart.

Benedict had shot him where it hurt without mercy. He was a gun expert. His aim was precise and the bleeding made Hodgins want to hold his own chest down.

——Will I recover if I ever have to be separated from Violet Evergarden? Hodgins pondered earnestly over the question. ——I don’t know.

He truly did not know.

Bonds were things that could not easily break off once they had connected, yet reality, time and busyness unpityingly caused the existence of “friends” to grow far apart.

——To the point that I don’t know, I...

Surely, a day like this would not happen five years from now. Their place to return to amidst the rain would be somewhere else.

——It’s not just her, but also you and everyone else.

To begin with, they might not even be working in the company itself anymore until then. More of them would fall for someone, nurture their love and move their places to be in life to their “homes”.

Twenty, thirty years from now, it might be hard for them to even work. Or they would not be alive – there was also that possibility.

The one who was more aware of this than anybody else was Hodgins, the oldest of them all.

——I’m the one who’s farthest apart in age.

That was exactly why he did not know.

“I have no idea.”

He did not want to see it. Did not want to think about it.

“I have too many things that matter to me, so I can’t make a move anymore. Y’know, you... you might aught at this, but... rather than when you’re young, getting hurt becomes scarier when you grow older. You start losing the energy to do your best and heal. It’s tiring. Still...”

Hodgins had thought that the youth in front of him, who referred to him as “Old Man” on a daily basis, was probably going to laugh, yet Benedict was expressionless.

“Still...”

He did nothing but listen. His posture of properly listening at times like these somewhat...

——...looks like Little Violet.

“Still, I know I’m the one who has to get moving the most. I’m getting everyone involved in the things I wanna do. That’s why I do what I have to. I also counted on you, because I trust you. I left it in your care. But... that and my feelings for her and you guys...”

“I get it.”

“...are different things, right? Y’know, you’re... mean. I’m like a foster parent to you, and yet... Even if you understand my loneliness...”

While Hodgins spoke as if bursting out, Benedict put a hand to his mouth as though to stop him. “I get it.”

Time halted completely.

Was he supporting the flustered figure of the one who was like a parent to him?

“My bad.”

Before he had noticed, he was carrying a load of things he must protect. Was he doing this due to realizing that he had left Hodgins to chance, thinking, “That’s because it’s him”?

“My bad. That just now was on me.”

Silence.

“I didn’t have to pick today to say this. Isn’t that right?”

“You think I’m being lame right now, don’t you?”

“Nah, you ain’t all that cool in the first place.”

“That’s a lie; I’m a generally-acknowledged beautiful young man... no, beautiful middle-aged man.”

“You might not be cool, but well, that’s what’s good about you. Right?”

Silence.

“The cool thing about my Claudia Hodgins is his uncool side.”

Since Benedict was speaking as if to comfort a child, Hodgins told him to “shut up”, slightly annoyed, yet burst into laughter nevertheless.

   The rain caused all sorts of things to pour. The way that people were drowned by the drops trickling down from the sky inevitably made them think about something.

As dawn broke, Claudia Hodgins sat up, body heavy from not getting much sleep. When he peeked at his room’s bed, Violet and Cattleya were sleeping wrapped in the same blanket. On the sofa, Benedict was scattered about, snoring in a way that made him want to laugh.

Hodgins looked for where Lux Sibyl might be. He went down from the third to the second floor, and then from the second to the first floor. She was nowhere to be found.

While thinking it could not be possible, Hodgins opened the front door, and sure enough, he could see the figure of a girl walking down the street towards him.

The clothes she had put to dry yesterday were surely half-wet. What was it that she wanted to do outside so badly to the point of going this far? He understood when he saw what she had in her arms.

“Ah, President.”

Lux was holding a paper bag with a lot of bread in it. The amount was enough that the small girl’s face could not be seen.

“Little Lux... could it be you went to buy us breakfast?”

Thinking back, this young woman was the kind of person who was always quick to act when she was trying to do something for someone. That was all it took to be a considerate person, but without kindness in their heart, they would not turn out this way. The reason why Hodgins had nominated her his secretary was not just that she could do any sort of work.

“That’s so nice.”

“Yes, the bakery owner is very nice. I woke up a bit too early, and when I went on a walk to see how things were outside, the bakery was just about to open and they were getting ready... I went to take a look ‘cause it seemed so delicious and they told me to come in.”

“Ah, hm...”

“I was so touched when they said they baked bread for people who were hungry early in the morning, so I told them many thanks for selling them and bought lots of it. It’s the bakery from that street around the corner.”

“As expected of my secretary. Did you properly get the receipt?”

At those words, Lux showed him a smile that resembled a blooming flower. “Huhu, of course.”

For Hodgins, who had spent the night deep in thought about all sorts of things, that smile was a soothing one. It was like the water of a lake for someone who was feeling thirsty.

Hodgins wordlessly took the bag from Lux. “Little Lux, I’m seriously glad you came to us.”

“Only in this kind of situation, right?”

“All the time. Always. Little Lux, you’re still young, will probably keep working with us... and you’re such a good secretary... I’m the happiest CEO in Leidenschaftlich.”

“Are you going to hire me for life?”

“Eh?”

“Is that a no?”

“No, I could. But that’d mean working with me for life, y’know?”

“Is that bad? I have nowhere else to go.”

When asked with such an innocent look, Hodgins faltered.

“I won’t say the stuff Benedict does, like wanting the company for me.”

“Well, I might... end up giving it to you if you say that, so don’t ever. Hahah... Of course, keep working for us forever and always at my place. Huh, this is kinda like a marriage vow... Wanna take this opportunity and marry me in the future? Just kidding...” Upon thinking that the jest that came out incidentally was an unsavory one right after saying it, Hodgins looked at Lux’s reaction, only to find her staring back at him blankly. He had made himself into a caricature of an old man bothering a girl. “No, it was a prank! But hey. Little Lux, you might be the only one who can go along with me, so having this kind of small talk is... I-I’m not looking at you with dirty eyes, really! We’re too far apart in age, after all! We’re c-close enough that we can crack this kind of joke to each other, right?”

Lux pretended to think for just a few seconds. “Huhu, I can tell. That it’s a joke, at least. But not happening. We’re not getting married.”

And then, she flat-out rejected him.

“Ah, yes.” Although Hodgins would have been at loss if she had accepted it, his shoulders dropped somewhat.

“But President, I’m prepared to nurse you if you ever become unable to work.”

“Don’t... suddenly thrust such a cruel reality at me.”

“Eh, is it? From my point of view... this is quite a deep form of love. President, you’re the first decent adult who accepted me. I’ll devote my whole life to you.”

“Little Lux, you sure like me a lot. Gonna marry me after all?”

This time, Lux actually grinned and replied, “I’ll take that one home and consider it.”

“Amazing; that answer’s like the business talk at the company.”

“Because you’re teasing me... even though you’re well-aware that I don’t even know love yet.”

“Don’t know love yet”. The destructive power of those words caused Hodgins to regret his lighthearted proposal a little.

“Then, I’ll ask again in about five years. I should be at a nice middle age by then.”

“You say that, President, but you’re going on a trip with some hottie next week. I know it.”

The duo, who somehow seemed like they would or other be hanging together for a long time, returned to the office with bouncing chatter.

   In order to make breakfast for everyone together, Hodgins and Lux stood in the kitchen by themselves.

Besides the already-baked bread, they would need drinks and vegetables. Those were merely simple preliminary preparations, but Hodgins felt that just this was somehow enjoyable, unlike doing the work on his own.

“President, you have yours with one sugar cube and a slice of lemon, right?”

“And for Little Lux, it’s two sugar cubes with milk, yeah? I know it.”

While arranging the bread on a plate, they also poured water over the tealeaves and left them to steam. Perhaps due to the scenery that could be seen from the kitchen’s small window being a blue sky with not a single cloud in it, it was awfully dazzling.

“Good morning.”

The next person who appeared amidst the morning sunlight was Violet. Her soft golden hair was just a bit disheveled. Hodgins’s hand naturally reached out to it.

“Morning... You’ve got a bedhead, Little Violet.”

“Excuse me...” Violet looked back at Hodgins as he caressed her head, seeming a little embarrassed. Her eyes were just slightly red. She might have not been able to sleep very well.

“Morning, Violet. Are Cattleya and Benedict also up?”

“Benedict was awake until a while ago, but when I got up from the bed, he began sleeping again by Cattleya’s side.”

“Morally speaking, it’s that kinda thing. I’ll go give him a warning.”

Hodgins laughed a little, seeing Lux off as she walked away while rotating her tiny shoulders. He then turned his gaze back to Violet. Her bedhead, which he had supposedly fixed with the caressing, had returned. For some reason, both of them being alone like this in a kitchen bathed in morning sunlight struck him as extremely peculiar.

Just the two of them, having such a tender time. How many more opportunities would they have for that?

They were already at it. He should talk about something. That was what Hodgins thought, but the words did not come out of him. Not because he had no topic to discuss. He could come up with as many things to talk about as he wanted, such wanting flowers to decorate the table or that they would surely have many customers today who were unable to come yesterday.

But he did not want to spoil this morning. He felt that it might crumble if he spoke even one sentence.

Violet was there. She had her blue eyes directed his way, looking at him. It was no longer awkward for the two of them to stay silent. That was their relationship.

Perhaps still sleepy, she was in a haze. He wanted to watch her standing amidst this gentle time for a little longer.

As she would usually always seem wide-awake, Hodgins believed that she was laidback to this extent due to being in the presence of people with whom she could be at ease from the bottom of her heart. That he had played a part in this feeling of security of hers.

——Will you forget one day?

One day, the position that Claudia Hodgins occupied in the life of Violet Evergarden would become smaller.

——She only gets bigger on my end, though.

Going to the hospital numerous times. Pushing her wheelchair. Giving her a notebook and teaching her how to write.

——I for sure can’t forget. These moments, days, everything like this with you.

The fact that he had not stopped her from fighting in the war. That he had thought they could use her.

——I can’t forget.

Delivering to Violet an outfit that could hide her prosthetic arms, yet that would also make her look her most beautiful.

——I’m sure I won’t forget about this morning either.

About that quiet morning, which was much like the one from before everyone was caught in the great storm and barged in.

Hodgins touched Violet’s hair again. Although she had told Benedict not to touch it, with Hodgins, she all but slightly left a strand in his hand’s care and let him take it, almost like how a cat would do.

——Aah, I want to hug you.

He was not in love with her. That would never be the case.

However, if she were his real daughter, on days like these, mornings like these, he would have easily said, “Good morning, precious” and embraced her.

“I had a dream, President Hodgins,” Violet whispered out of the blue with a freshly awake, faintly hoarse voice.

“Dream...?”

The stunning young woman, who was no longer a girl, talked about her dream like a child, “Yes; in the dream... you owned a clothing store.”

“Huhu, that so?”

“I cannot make clothes. You told me that you did not need me, President Hodgins, if I could not make clothes...”

“That’s horrible of me, huh.”

“Even when I said I could polish the shoes, clean up or do anything, you did not listen...”

Unlike the real one, the dream version of Hodgins had apparently chosen to part ways with Violet.

“Little Violet, what did you do about that?”

“I asked countless times. However, you rejected it countless times. I thought about standing in front of the shop until you allowed me in, but it started raining like yesterday.”

“Hm. And then?”

“Major Gilbert came to pick me up and told me to come home with him, but...”

“Hm.”

“I waited for President to come out of the store even as the lights went out.”

“Hm.”

“Despite waiting and waiting, President Hodgins did not come out, and at some point, a passerby told me, ‘This shop has moved’.”

“Even though it was open until just a moment ago?”

“It was a dream, after all... And then – and then, I asked where it was and went after it. Benedict and Cattleya also appeared in-between, but they seemed to have other things to do, saying they would come after me later... As for Lux, she was the only one who had been hired by you from the very beginning, so she also asked you to hire me again, but in the end, you said no could do.”

“Hm...” Suddenly, Hodgins felt so pained about everything that it was hard to breathe. “And then, Little Violet, what did you do...?” His hand reached out to Violet.

“I kept looking at the interior of the store beyond the shop window from outside.”

Not towards her head, but towards her eyes, where her golden lashes fluttered like the wings of a fairy.

“Inside it, many people – people that I know and do not know – came and left... showing how lively the shop was.”

A sea had silently formed in them, which dissolved and disappeared once Hodgins’s index finger touched it.

“Major came to pick me up for the nth time and said you had told him that my standing there was causing him problems. But, for whatever reason, I at the very least knew that if I stepped away from there even for a moment, you would never let me in... therefore, I could not comply. But I did not want to trouble you, President, so I was unable to make a decision... I attempted to ask Major for instructions, but he was also gone before I realized.”

The sea – the teardrop – turned into a pearl and slipped down her cheek.

“I... I... ended up crying.” Violet stared at the sky, the look in her eyes seeming almost as if the scene from her dream was there at this very moment. “To think I would cry like that...”

“Hm.”

“That was why President Hodgins would not hire me, I thought... And also why Major had grown tired and left.”

“Hm.”

“Then, without my notice, you came outside. You looked the same as that post-war day when you went to visit me at the hospital. You were very surprised with my appearance, as I was soaked with mud and rain. And so, you said this: ‘Guess we’ll start with how to hold a needle’. You told me that you had not invited me for the new job because it would surely be difficult with these hands of mine, so I was extremely relieved... Then, then...” Violet’s words cut off at once.

Unable to hold himself back, Hodgins pulled her into an embrace as if shoving her little head into his chest.

While being embraced, Violet said with eyes that looked as though she was still dreaming, “...with some effort, I could still be helpful. I was able to confirm this, after all.”

Hearing her let out a relieved sigh in his arms, Hodgins forgot about both his and Violet’s positions, clasping her to his chest very, very firmly. “You sure are helpful... Was there anything about me that made you feel uncertain?” Upon realizing that his voice sounded tearful, Hodgins allowed the tears to overflow at the truth.

——Aah, I’m such an idiot. Got caught up in it and ended up crying too.

As the girl whom he thought of as his own daughter, despite her being an actual adult, had shed tears, he found himself crying along with her. Almost like a child. Even though he was supposed to conduct himself as an elder in this situation.

“I do not know.”

“But, has anything like that ever happened until now...? You had that dream because you were uneasy.”

“‘Uneasy’... That might have been the case. Yesterday night, I came to know that many things were progressing while I was away, so I have the feeling that I was quite agitated.”

“Sorry; we were doing things on our own accord. Even though we’ve been together since the founding.”

“No, I am often absent, and it is only natural for some things to be decided in the meantime. I am an employee. I feel that your judgement is correct. Employees must correspond to the changes of a company. My surroundings are about to change significantly. I am grateful to you, President, for letting me be here like always. However...”

“‘However’...?”

“However, I do not know if I can cope with it. With the matters regarding Major, the ones regarding the company... with the fact that Benedict will be going to a different office building. When I think about these things...”

“It’s okay.”

“When I think about them, I realize that the number of things I should prioritize has increased too much.”

“Little Violet.”

“The order of priorities...”

“It’s all right.”

“I have to deal with situations of every kind as I live, and yet...”

——Surely, Violet Evergarden wouldn’t be alive if she didn’t do that.

Always, at all times.

She had been living through corresponding to her surroundings despite being at loss regarding its circumstances, putting everything she could do to use while looking for a place to belong and an adult who would take care of her. She was not allowed to waver. For beasts, hesitation was death.

Violet did not know unconditional love. She now had at last earned herself this warm place through her efforts, but it was about to suffer a rapid change with the course of time.

After running, running and running, Violet – previously one such beast – was watching the nest she had finally found crumble down. Even when people knew they had to prepare to start running again, there would come a time when they would be short of breath and unable to move.

Violet had gone from wild animal to person.

Her human parts and animal parts co-existed, occasionally revealing themselves. When she was the animal, she simply did not mind how much a place changed as long as she could live in it. However, it was difficult to live while holding something better, more important.

Now that she had become a person through the increasing of her emotions...

“I shall fight. I can always be of use. President Hodgins, please forget this aspect of me that I just showed you.”

...she had turned into just a girl who was a little bit scared of the future.

“Please... forget about it.”

Who had made her this way? Gilbert was likely the first, but the ones who had done the finishing touches were definitely all the people in this place.

“No way, I’m not forgetting.”

At Hodgins’s words, Violet lowered her eyebrows, looking troubled.

“Don’t make a face like that; I’m not teasing. I meant to say that you don’t need to worry about it. You indeed might’ve gotten weak. But is that a bad thing? You had nothing when you met me for the first time. Not even your brooch, right...? But now you have lots of things. You went on a journey for a long time and got more stuff to shoulder while you were at it, so it’s no wonder that you’d end up in a dilemma.” Albeit knowing that Cattleya, Benedict and Lux were looking at them in shock from the shadows at the doorway, Hodgins went on, “You know... life is a journey. Little Violet, you’ll go on this journey, won’t you?”

He had already forgotten about his anxiety. The feeling of frustration at such things and the overwhelming wish to cling to someone were now gone.

“You started your journey with a little less luggage than other people, so you’re staring at your bag now that it’s gotten a bit heavy, wondering what happened to it. You don’t know what to throw away anymore.”

He was able to think, from the depths of his heart, that he had returned to his usual self. While embracing her, who was indeed still young and confused in the middle of her journey, he was finally able to think so.

“You need clothes and money, of course, and good shoes are vital. Right, and an umbrella too. When you look into your bag and realize that you actually have nothing that you can get rid of, it’s indeed a problem. Even though it’s a hassle because it’s so heavy. What do you think you should do?”

He could still be useful.

“Train... my physical strength... No, calibrate my prosthetics...”

He was still needed.

“You’re such a fool... Either leave it in someone’s care and continue the journey or have someone take half of it.”

Even if it were only for a short while.

“Gilbert will probably take half of the luggage. I can take care of the rest that you can’t carry over here. I’ll be in Leidenschaftlich forever, after all. Little Violet, no matter where you go, I’ll stay here and wait for you to come back, and no matter when you come over, I’ll welcome you. I’ll take care of the contents of your bag with pleasure.”

——Even if you only remember me a few times a year someday...

“Listen up: whenever you’re troubled, remember that I’m here. And then you’ll be able to go on a journey again anytime.”

——...I’ll ready myself to welcome you at any time of the year.

“Am I really supposed to leave my luggage here?”

——I’m the kind of man who can do that, and you need it for sure.

“Hm-hm, that’s not it. Y’see, this is about memories. All you have to do is to know. That I’m here. This is the way to make your luggage lighter. Whenever you’re having problems, bam, remember me. If you do that, the worries you have now will definitely decrease a little. Y’know, at the end of the day... people’s place to come home to aren’t places, they’re ‘somebody’. You should know that much. You’d have gone to any battlefield if Gilbert was there, right? Someday, yes, you might quit being an Auto-Memories Doll. You might not come back to Leidenschaftlich.”

——It’ll be great if this “someday” never comes, though.

“But your current memories are with me. I’ll be a representation of them. So that you, my dear... will be able to open your memories anytime. When this moment right now becomes nostalgic to you, come see me. I’ll always be here. Waiting for you. You’re feeling ‘lonely’ right now. But... Little Violet. You have me. You’re not alone.”

——I want you to remember.

“I do not understand very well... However...”

——I’m always protecting you.

“...you have always guided me.”

——Waiting for your return.

“I never doubt your word.”

——I’ll be waiting here.

“But, President Hodgins, I have only one wish.”

——I want you to show up when your journey ends.

Deciding to deal with the sobbing coming from behind the door later, Hodgins opted for staying like this for just a bit longer. Her lover might get angry if he saw it, but he had the right to do it, at least to some extent. After all, she was Claudia Hodgins’s dear employee.

Hodgins asked with a particularly gentle tone, “What would it be, Little Violet?”

Violet blinked and looked up at Hodgins. The last drop spilled from her eyes.

“If, only if... there comes a time when you will quit the postal company and start doing something else...”

“Hm.”

“...please call me. No matter where you are, I will rush to you.”

“Hm.”

“I will definitely be of help... Even if not, should your luggage become too much, please call me when you need someone to carry it for you. I shall hasten to visit you.”

“For real?”

“Yes. I, too, will carry President’s luggage. You should know it. I am strong.”

“Huhu, yep, definitely. One day, you’ll understand what I mean by ‘luggage’. Hey...”

No one would imagine that a single drop could be the start of something so big. However, it would earn itself great meaning after a while passed. Should it continue pouring, it could also summon boundless blessings and curses.

   “Hiya, I’m Hodgins. What’s your name?”

Silence.

“This kid’s such a taciturn.”

“She... doesn’t have a name yet. She’s an orphan with no education. Can’t talk either.”

“That’s so terrible of you. She’s such a beauty. Just give a name worthy of her.”

   “Little Violet, thanks for meeting me.”

Love was almost like rain.

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