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Paper stars in our fake sky

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Love is a confusing thing for people like her, she’s never felt it before, she feels it for others. It was more like she was the perfect girlfriend, sitting next to her beloved in class, putting snacks and notes in her love’s locker, making sure her beloved would be home on time every day… This is just how it is for Vivi, a tall young woman with silky black and silver streaked hair that trails to her thighs-two gorgeous fangs in her mouth, slightly yellowing teeth and heavy eye bags, her unusually pale skin and slim build, not to mention her unnaturally gorgeous voice and bitten down nails-her rather large chest that always got in the way and the lack of body hair that she for some reason dislikes-overall, she’s beautiful-but Vivi never really thought to show it, she just never liked other people in general-preferring to stay home or in her college dorm, avoiding everyone but her dad-who’d occasionally call or climb through the window to visit her. Well, until she fell in love-that was. With who? Another girl, freshly 18 and Vivi’s exact type-flat chested and small, with a full face and body-this girl, Chloe, was who Vivi had fallen for. And by all means everything has been going well, Vivi sleeps next to her every night, occasionally taking pictures of her going through her day, bringing her food and whatever else she could possibly want, and becoming her best friend-this year, she’d even managed to become Chloe’s new roommate; now having an excuse to cook her breakfast every morning and dote on her without seeming creepy… Even now, as Vivi’s murky gray eyes met Chloe’s soft blue ones, even as Vivi ran her hands through Chloe’s hazel and rust colored short hair, even as Chloe squirmed and complained about Vivi trimming her bangs…

“It’s fine, Vivi- Seriously…” Chloe squeaked, only to have Vivi reply with a sweet tone-“It’s not fine, besides-I’m almost done…” And a few snips later, Vivi had finished. “Okay… You did do a really good job…” Chloe remarked, looking at herself in a handheld mirror. “No, you’re just naturally beautiful.” Vivi shot back, sweeping up the excess hair into her hand, then into a small bag which she quietly pocketed. “No? If anything, you’re the pretty one-I weigh like-“ Vivi cut Chloe’s remark off with a quick-“Your weight makes you cute, and it’s not like you’re overweight, you’re barely 200.” Chloe sighs, “But still, you’re 120, why can’t I be like you?” And Vivi shot back a quick-“Because I’m unhealthily underweight.” Chloe huffed, and sat on her bed. “Stupid.” She said, being her usual bratty self. “I know, I know…” Vivi assured her, staring at Chloe then going to the kitchen to start on dinner. It’s not like Vivi had it in her to insult Chloe, hell-Vivi would drop down and die instead of insulting Chloe-so whenever Chloe called her stupid or any other word, Vivi couldn’t help but find it cute. And now here she is, ever so casually doing everything for Chloe-cooking her every meal, doing her laundry, cleaning up after her, going through her phone and making sure she’s talking to the right people… Even this very second, Vivi grinds up some selected seasonings, vitamins, and dried florals to mix into the dish-and once it’s done, Vivi even went through the trouble of grinding up some medication to help Chloe get to sleep-then slipping it into her food; just to make sure Chloe’s insomnia doesn’t keep her up too long. “Chloe, here…” Vivi hands her the dish, and Chloe immediately took to eating it-mushroom risotto with beef, one of Vivi’s personal favorites. “Thanks, your cooking skills are amazing…” Chloe said this after eating about half the bowl of food, obviously getting sleepy. “I’m sure someone could do better.” Vivi looked away, smiling as Chloe began to move slower and slower. “Vivi, thank you…” And with that, Vivi took Chloe’s empty bowl and began cleaning it-meanwhile Chloe quickly climbed into bed and began trying to sleep. It’s not like Vivi could stop herself, the moment Chloe was asleep she started going around cleaning everything in the house-but every time Chloe turned over in the bed, or so much as breathed wrong-Vivi would immediately rush to her side to make sure she wasn’t having a bad dream, and soothe Chloe’s sleeping mind.

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A slacker’s philosophy

Page 1-Motivation and Yue

Don’t do anything more than you’re told to-you might have extra pressure put on you.

Never say no, but only do what you’re asked to-do not take initiative.

Live comfortably and relax, who needs stress when you’re doing just fine as a doormat?

Do the bare minimum. Never turn things in early and make sure everything is done to the minimum standard.

All play, no work-find a way to escape responsibilities at all costs. No matter who you see, are they really happy? The overachievers, who try everything to their fullest.

The advanced, being told they’re gifted.

The talented, worshiped by those beneath them.

The famous, with lives of sparkling gold.

But the slacker? The failure? Those who are called lazy, and ignorant?

Ignore them, we are told. 

They are useless scum, we are assured.

But then we see those people who have told us these things.

The overachievers, who will soon meet failure-tears streaming down their faces.

The advanced, thrown away and exhausted-told they are broken and needy.

The talented, crumbling at jealousy and dwindling skill-dropping dead at a hint of criticism.

The famous, surrounded by controversy and lies-brought blood by those who once loved them.

See, the slacker who spends all day in blissful rest.

See, the failure who has no worries about their future.

See, the ignorant who are unaware of the things others think. 

They all share in common these things, they do not fear death, they live life without regret, they exist not to be great-but to be happy. ‘Slacker’ is a compliment, to be a failure is to be happy.

And he is happy. This ‘Slacker’ is named Yue Lynne, a young man with the gift of being completely, and utterly, useless. Yue is the very definition of a slacker-he sits around all day, every day. A middle school dropout who used to be a prodigy, now going around living in a run-down tiny house without heating and without electricity or water, not old enough to drink, and without a driver’s license. He works part time at a call center, and just kind of… Exists. Yue doesn’t worry, he doesn’t stress, he just casually exits. Well… Today is just another day, Yue is just lounging around in the break room at his work, taking his sweet time falling asleep in the not-so-comfortable plastic chairs, looking at the peeling light gray walls and the dust-packed vents, the refrigerator he’s stolen food from so many times before, and the stupidly heavy metal door. Yue stands up, yawning and walking over to the dirty white refrigerator-he only stood up because he had to eat something-and so he pulled open the refrigerator door, eyeing up someone else’s lunch and quickly snatching it, making sure to avoid the unidentified rotting substance near his hand. He popped the food in the microwave for about a minute, then proceeded to eat it without even bothering to read the label on the container or check what kind of food it was. He didn’t even take a second to taste the food, instead wolfing it down until there was nothing left-only to come to the realization that there was another man watching him eat. “Yue.” And that other man looked very upset. “That was my lunch, you bastard…” Yue, however, completely ignored this-responding with a quick-“Oh? Okay, I won’t do it again.” Of course this was a lie, but the other man simply shook his head and walked off with a sigh. By now it was about time to leave, it’s not like Yue ever stuck around for the full work day-especially not when he knew that he was getting paid to do nothing; he’d disconnected his company phone and computer years ago on his first day. And of course everyone knew; and everyone wondered how Yue was getting away with it… Maybe he’d somehow cornered the company, or maybe their boss just liked Yue? No, Yue hadn’t done anything like that-he’d be too lazy to come up with some elaborate plot. But there he was. Four years of doing absolutely jack shit, hired at 18, turning 21 in September, with a cozy life of daydreaming and sleep ahead of him. He was the definition of a slacker, an eternal laze without wants or needs, someone unbothered by the world and people around him… He could go wherever he wanted on foot, do whatever he wanted with a hundred in his pocket, and exist in peace forever. On a whim, he decided to go to a nearby church, peering inside he couldn’t help but laugh to himself-so many people all putting in such an effort when a good 70% don’t even believe all of it. He shook his head and kept walking, stopping dead in his tracks as he looked over at a poster-a new art gallery? Here? In this flavorless city? He had to see it, so for once in his life he made an effort to get there.

Kicking trash out of the sidewalk and putting it in dustbins as he walked, collecting the occasional old coin or ripped paper bill, all the way until he made it to the gallery-an art museum he’d been to many times before just to laugh at the people dissecting a paint splatter on the floor. At one point he glued a shoe to the ceiling and watched stuck-up critics praise the ‘creativity’ and ‘excellence’-only for Yue to be unable to hold in his laughter. This time however, he was greeted by a stunning ceramic sculpture of some kind of ancient dragon ten feet tall, an impossible feat to be sure. He stood there for a good thirty minutes, just staring at it, taking in the sight. His human, pale green eyes locked on the dragon’s light blue eyes, his pale skin shimmering like the beautiful sculpture’s cold white scales, his hand reached out to graze the sculpture- to trail over it’s carefully crafted teal ceramic fur, despite the twenty or so ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ signs pasted around it. He was awestruck, only to be pulled away by one very confused looking woman. “Are you alright sir?” Yue ignored her, completely enamored with the sculpture until he was smacked on the head. “Snap outta it, I get that it’s pretty but it’s just a sculpture.” The woman was now crass, rolling her eyes. “You art geeks sure are a weird ass bunch.” She proceeded to walk off, leaving Yue significantly confused and now slightly concussed. After taking one last look at the dragon, Yue had to remind himself-“Just… Just a sculpture. Nothing more.” And he began walking to observe the other new exhibits. Each piece was intricate, all forming something incredible-he now stood in front of a clay landscape of deep China blue and cold white, detailing a heaven that was far too beautiful for him to avert his gaze from, each ceramic animal was so detailed, gazing over a lake of mirror, and a waterfall stopped in time made of stunning silver glass-each and every leaf or blade of grass was delicately sculpted and polished-and Yue just… He couldn’t look away. But again he was interrupted, this time by a young man his age-“Do you like it?” The young man’s head tilted, and Yue responded quickly this time-“Yes, I-I… It’s beautiful.” The young man gave a slight giggle, “Oh, you do? Then tell me why you think it’s beautiful.” Yue didn’t spare a moment before again responding-“Because it must’ve been ridiculously stressful.” The man’s eyes narrowed a little bit in confusion, and he quietly responded-“Well… That’s certainly a… ‘Unique’ view..? Why do you think it’d be stressful..?”

Yue again responded instantly, “Nobody would put that much effort into something without a reason to, so it’s safe to assume that the reason was some kind of pressure.” Now thoroughly baffled, the young man responds-“Well… I guess that makes sense..?” Yue looks at the younger man fully now, he’s around the same height as Yue with pale freckled skin and doe like hazel and green eyes, thin eyebrows and a rather tiny frame too. The young man’s bitten down nails are attached to soft looking hands grasping a studio camera, and his relaxed shoulders carry a small leather messenger’s bag. His hair is a rusted umber color, held in a short ponytail and accompanied by sideswiped bangs. “Are you some kind of photographer? Do you work for the museum?” Yue stepped back, and the other man now stepped forward with a smile. “Yes! I’m a photographer, I mean- I don’t work for the museum but- I do work for a few arts magazines! My name is Leo Mux!” Yue hadn’t heard his name before, other than the occasional mention from the magazine’s his mom had kept, but he attempted to meet the enthusiastic reply-“Oh, my name is Yue Lynne, I think I’ve heard of you…” Leo immediately lit up even more, now directly invading Yue’s personal space. “Really?! That’s great! I had no idea that anyone all the way out here would know about me!” Leo seemed all too excited, and was now only half a foot away from Yue-who not only didn’t mind, but enjoyed being able to talk to someone so energetic. “I’ve seen your name on a few magazines, yeah.” Yue responded, and Leo happily nodded and backed away-this time Yue was the one to close the gap and get closer to Leo. “Wow… I had no idea..!” Leo’s response was a bit too enthusiastic for Yue, but he tolerated it well and kept talking to him. “So… Leo, what do you like taking pictures of?” Leo finally quit moving around so much, seeming a lot calmer. “Just about anything I can get pa-“ Yue cut him off with-“No, what do you like taking photos of?” And Leo paused, a little stunned, then responded with a bright smile, “Everything! Sometimes I just run around with my old cheap camera and take pictures of everything in sight…” ‘He’s like a little kid.’ Yue couldn’t help but think, before getting an idea. “Oh? Everything? Then if I took you around the city, you’d end up with a bunch of photos at the end of the day, right?” Yue’s idea was simple-and just about the most effort he’d ever put into anything; take Leo, and drag him around the city, post the photos on the city hall’s webpage (and a few social media sites) and hopefully get one or two new faces into the dreary ass place. Yue didn’t really understand why he was exerting so much effort, but he had the time, and the energy, and now… “Yeah! That’d be amazing-thanks for offering!” He had Leo’s response. And so Yue went home after securing Leo’s number, and spent the rest of the day doing absolutely nothing.

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Basically, I like writing.

You don’t have to like my stories or me myself but please redirect any hate you have at me. Constructive criticism is open, but if you’re just going to start a fight I’ll ignore you. Now then, to the material-I have a lot of ideas and nowhere to put them, so I’m putting them here in stories. Each story will have it’s own tags and maybe a bonus paragraph, if you’re Asexual then you can still enjoy my stories because anything with sexual content will be included in bonus stories or paragraphs; not to mention that overly sexual stories will be tagged as such. I intend to create for everyone, so if you don’t like something, give me an idea for something you might enjoy and I’ll look at it. I try to post three times a day (I take Mondays off for work). Thanks for reading, I’ll see you in the next life.

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The world outweighs us (6?)

I told him multiple times that it didn’t matter, and it doesn’t. Hearing him try to talk to me about it only annoys me, it makes me feel guilty about not caring-and it makes everything worse that it feels like I’m just being rude for not letting him talk to me about it. He’s looking at me, clinging to me, and I hate that it feels good to have all of his attention. I know what that woman did to me, that outworlder woman that was only caught because of my ‘sacrifice’. The adults praised me for sacrificing my purity and body, even though I had no choice-I was only a little kid. And sometimes I still feel like that, like I’m just a child who needs to be protected, but nowadays I don’t care. Sure I’m a little uncomfortable around women, especially provocative women. But I just don’t care anymore… Besides, Vish is trying to make me feel better-so I’ll let him think he did. “It’s okay, thank you Vish…” He immediately perked up at the sound of my voice. “Why are you thanking me?” His eyes are teary and it hurts me to see it. “Because you made it all okay.” He smiles, and I do too. I bring him into my arms, and he clings even closer to me, then something smudges on my shirt… A pink something… “Vish, what-“ He immediately darts away, he knows he’s in trouble. “Vish!” I corner him in Page’s room, and he shows me-“Look! Paint!” He called. That’s… Huh. Fine, I’ll let him off with a scolding. “Okay, don’t touch things that aren’t yours-and tell Page what you did when she gets home.” He immediately catches my mistake… “Where is she? Where’s Beth? Hayley?” He stares, and I respond-“They’re working.” He is instantly confused, but shrugs and just accepts this as a fact. “Okay, are you going working too?” He instantly says. “No, you say-‘Are you going to work?’.” I corrected him, and he pouts. “Fineee…” He complains, and I reach down to hold him-but my hands connect with his skin around his waist… He instantly squeaked, a cute noise, and his face is all red. “A-Ah! Hey, d-don’t do that-you…” He quiets, and I realize he knows something I don’t. “N-Nevermind, just keep doing it…” He whimpers, and presses against me-I don’t understand what he’s doing, but Vish has his classic guilty look on his face. “Vish, what are you doing?” I say in a half teasing, half scolding tone as I move him to our room.

“I-I’m not doing anything!” He immediately gets defensive, and I sit on the bed. “Calm yourself down, Vish.” I tease him again, and he looks up at me, wide-eyed. “Can I ask you to do something?!” He’s suddenly confident, holding the phone again. “And what’s that?” He shoves the phone in my face, covering his own face. He wants me to..? “Vish, why?” That dirty-minded little idiot, he knows it’s a sin. “Because it’s supposed to feel good!” I sigh at his response, and pull him in, obeying his request and gently holding his hand. Vish wanted me to hold hands with him. “Thank you.” Vish whimpered, his legs are shaking for some strange reason. Sure we’ve cuddled much more than this, but holding hands was strictly forbidden by the church-and in this case, we can finally hold each other close, and leave the door unlocked while we do. No more sneaking into and out of Vish’s room to comfort him during nightmares, nowadays we can just… Exist together. Eventually Vish fell asleep, and I decided to go snooping through the phone-first thing first, text Page like she showed me how to. She caught me in the kitchen this morning and taught me to text her. So I did text her-‘Hey, Vish wanted me to hold hands with him.’ I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but she responded immediately-‘I think he loves you.’ Where did she get that idea?! ‘No. We’re best friends.’ I fire back-‘Kiss him and find out.’ She responded, and I instantly knew she was serious. ‘No way.’ Nope, I know how violating it feels to be randomly kissed, and I’m not about to do that with another man. ‘Pls.’ What does that even mean? I don’t care, I’m not going to accept loving another man..! Wait, NO! ‘Come on, just do it!’ She tried to egg me on, and I immediately looked at Vish. ‘No, and that’s final-it’s a sin to love another man. Not to mention Vish is still pure, I refuse to take that from him.’ I sent that, and she immediately sent me about 20 different weird jumbled mix of letters, all starting in ‘https:’. She then texted-‘Look at all that, it’s okay to be in love with another dude! You’re out of the church!’

No, no, no. ‘Why are you so determined to make me love him?’ I am so confused. ‘Because it’s obvious he loves you.’ He. Does. NOT..! ‘No.’ I then put down the phone, and someone opens the front door-I hear tiny paws run by-and realize that it has to be Beth. That cat hates everyone but Beth. I walk over to greet her-“Hello, Beth. How was your day?” She looks at me, she’s a little bit chubby with a full face, and her brown glasses’s square frames are framing her freckles well. “Good, and you?” Her voice is monotonous, sassy, and her black uniform is ill fitting on her-tight around her chest, much to my discomfort. Her cat then darts up her leg, and she instantly starts speaking in a weird cute-voice. “AWE! Look at you Mr. Stormy~! Aren’t you just the most beautiful little prince!” So, the cat’s name is Mr. Stormy..? “Quite cute, I agree.” She nuzzles into the cat as I speak. “Aweee~ Oh, yes he isss~… My little baby kitty cat is just the most adorable little baby~! Too bad I’ve gotta go back to work after my break…” She sounds like she’s going to cry. I place a paper bag in her open arms, after the cat runs off-“Here. I made these while I made Vish breakfast.” She takes the bag, looking in at the cat-shaped cookies and pastries Page taught me how to make.

“You…” Is she mad..? “THANK YOU!” She basically screamed, her face showing pure bliss and joy, as she immediately hugs me. Again, I very much dislike this, but I don’t think she understands what that means… “Beth…” I sigh, and she released me, then happily darted away. “Wai-“ Before I can say a word, she left. Why..? Whatever. It’s 2 in the afternoon, Vish has only been up since 11, and he’s already asleep again… Ugh, I still need to get him to take a shower. I walked to our bedroom, and to my shock, Vish was looking rather upset while pawing through the phone. “Vish?” I cooed, and he looked at me, blushing wildly as ever and visibly upset. “Sanji…” He whined, his eyes are locked on me. “Vish, it’s shower time.” I try to seem indifferent, today has had enough tears, and that phone is the reason why… “Okay…” God, no, Vish is giving me those sad eyes again-he always does this when he wants something, he knows I can’t say no. “…C-Can you wash me again?” I don’t know what I expected, or why I’m going to say-“Sure, I’ll wash you.” I grab myself some clothes and some for Vish, then take him to the bathroom again. “Can we do a bath this time?” He asked, and I wondered why but said-“Yeah, no problem.” I started running the water, making sure it’s perfect for him-by now I know he hates it when the water is too cold, he used to cling onto anyone nearby for warmth when bathing-and I’d watch from the sidelines. He quickly takes his clothes off, and tugs at mine, I laugh a little bit-I can’t tell why I laughed but I did. I pull my own clothes off, and he immediately goes red in the cheeks…

Is he sick? He’s been doing that a lot… Still, I sit in the bathtub, and he sits on my lap-legs wrapped around my waist despite my minor protest, and my own face heating rapidly. “Just what do you think you’re doing..?” My hands automatic land on his thighs as I ask, and he looks at me. “Today’s been a bit hectic, we’re settling in and you’re a little stressed, right?” He wrapped his left arm under my right arm, then trailed his hand to my hair-his other hand falling on my cheek. “Yeah..?” I responded, obviously confused. “S-So, I just wanted to help you relieve some stress, y-you know?” He leaned closer, and I could sense what was about to happen-yet instead of turning my head away, I asked one last question. “Now, where’d you learn to do this, Vish?”

“T-The internet.”

He murmured, obviously nervous-then placed his lips on mine. It was fast, and once what he did fully registered in me, I didn’t fight it-not one bit. Damnit, Page was right-I love Vish. “Come here…” I say, sure I could wait-sure we’re already close enough together, but here goes nothing. I pull him in, and again press my mouth to his, kissing him-eventually opening his mouth with my tongue, and hearing him sigh once I pull back-only to do the motion again and again. “Sanji…” He called for me, and I paused. Is he okay? Did I hurt him on accident? “…I love you, you know that?” He tilted his head a little bit, and we get back to our little dance. “I love you too-“ Again, I barely pull away to breathe and speak-but then I pause, looking at his confused face. “-Vish. Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, or if you want to stop, okay?” I’m giving him a chance whenever he needs it, the chances I never had to say stop, or no, or to tell anyone I didn’t like it.

“Alright, I will…” He says, a bit confused but understanding. He lies up against me, and kisses my cheek before biting my neck softly. “Vish, just- a little more-“ I like it. I like it a lot. I really like it. And he bit harder, I gasped, and held him against me. I don’t really like how my body is acting, but… Actually, I do like it. And I can’t help it. It’s nice, his skin is so soft, and looking at him like this… I can’t help it-I leaned forward, and his breathing picked up. “S-Sanji… I don’t wanna be pure anymore…” I understand what he means when he says that, but not really how I can do anything-until I felt his free hand travel down to a certain place I’d only ever experienced being touched by someone else in a few times before, and started to position himself over that certain place, before he took a deep breath-and with every bit of nervousness held in; he lowered himself onto me. “What are you doing..?” I didn’t understand, but his expression was one of shock. “Ow…” he pulled away, off of me. I immediately consoled him, holding him gently-“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” The words were of basic respect, and his whimpering made me want to collapse into him and keep him safe forever. “N-No, I’m okay, I just thought it’d be easier to do that…” I still didn’t know what he meant, and he stood up, looking a little bit uncertain, trying to figure himself out-before climbing out of the tub and doing a few things on the phone I hadn’t noticed him put down earlier. “We can try again later…” I say, and he stopped for a few seconds later, then pulled open a few drawers, grabbing a small weird looking packet, before going back to whatever he was doing. The rest of the bath went normally, somehow, and I managed to convince Vish to calm down and let me wash him.

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Pre(tendency) 3

This was strange. He’d never been this impulsive before, no, he’d never even eaten in his car before, or had a friend in his car, this was all new. And it felt strangely… Freeing. He looked at Iris, who was busy stuffing her face with food like she hadn’t eaten in days, and he did something extremely unusual. He laughed a little bit. “Eh?” She looked at him, then shoved a fry in his face. He took it, ate it, and actually enjoyed it. Or maybe he just enjoyed Iris being with him? He couldn’t tell at that point. “Wipe your hands…” He held out some cleaning wipes and hand sanitizer, then took the time to clean her face and help her clean under her nails. “You’re so cleanly…” She giggled at him, and he smiled back at her. “I guess so.” He said, and she held onto his hand. “That’s a good thing, who knows-it might rub off on me.” Iris reclines her seat all the way, lying down and stretching out. “Iris.” He said, unable to take his eyes off of her-“You’re cute.” She immediately looked at him, and smirked. “Is that a bad thing?” Of course it was a bad thing, it meant he could barely keep himself from not punching the dashboard. “I should warn you. I get violent w-“ She cut him off, “You get violent when you see cute things. I get it. But you’re not going to scare me off. You’ve proven to me that I can be around you.” He was stunned, just… What the fuck was she thinking? Orion was… Completely confused. Iris saw his confusion as an opportunity, and looked at him-her eyes glittered, and she hoped silently that Orion wouldn’t catch on to her hunger. “Iris, what’s wrong with you..?” He sighs, and she laughs softly-and goes silent. Soon enough the two are on their way to her house, and the entire time she’s been collecting trash from the inside of his car-and he’s been grabbing whatever loose hairs and photos of her that he could get his hands on. She gently pulls on his arm as the two pull up to her driveway, getting his attention and then softly pulling him closer. “Orion, how long have we known each other now?” She smiles up at him, leaning on him. “About 13 hours.” He sighs, knowing his math is probably way off. “Then, can I kiss you?” He was instantly taken aback, eyebrows raised in pure shock. “I… I don’t think I’d mind.” He replied, suddenly shy and confused-and so she leaned forward, and planted a peck on his forehead. 

Upon seeing her leave, he made a mental note to make sure to get her schedule changed. This entire time, he’d been holding onto the steering wheel so firmly that his hands had started to go numb… He made it home, though. And he rolled into bed after realizing his dad wasn’t home again.

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The world outweighs us

Page 5

(Vish’s point of view.)

I woke up to breakfast, and Sanji sitting next to me on the bed-sure it was a simple breakfast, just some savory rice slag, but it was delicious. Back at the church, the Saint used to scold Sanji for making it for me… But, he kept on. It’s always amazing that Sanji can keep track of everything I like to eat, and it makes me feel special that he cares enough to stay with me all day. I couldn’t help but eat it all, and he just sat there, brushing my hair out while I ate. I was fine for now, and he’s not a morning person, so he fell asleep again and I decided to explore the place where Page had taken us. Upon opening the door-my feet immediately touched more gray carpet, and I was greeted by light tan walls, and strange things on the ceiling. I still remember what a ‘ceiling fan’ looked like from the ruins, but these things are different… They’re circular and ornate, and the ceiling matches their white color, the lighting is neutral, like the color of midday sunlight, and the hall is short-directly across the room was the bathroom I’d been in with Vish. I then walked into a different room, another bedroom-with pink wallpaper and floral patterning, the carpet here is cold white, it’s fluffy too-and the bed is rather big. The room is furnished with different pink crystal objects, and small shiny trinkets-on the wall is a white shelf covered in small tubes and palettes with strangely colored dry paints and muddy paints too-I took one of the muddy paints, a black tube containing a twist mechanism  reveals the soft pink color of the stick shape inside, and I rub a tiny bit on my arm-it immediately sticks to my skin. I try desperately to rub it off, but it’s not budging-just smearing, so I decide to leave it alone. Onto the next room I go, and it’s… Weird. The room has black walls and a black ceiling, but it’s obvious two people live in this room-one side of the room is extremely messy with items and clothes tossed around haphazardly, and the side of the room with the black bed is extremely clean and… It smells like Hayley? I know that she likes things to be neat, just based on how her hair was curled-it must’ve taken hours to do all those little braids along her skull-but this is kind of overkill, especially if whoever else lives in this room is so… Erm… Messy. I immediately leave, and the cat from earlier is spotted in it the windowsill-eating peacefully out of a tiny plate. I can’t help but notice that it’s overweight-but then I pet it. It’s… So fluffy, to the point I’d thought it’d been over fed… It hisses at me, and I back off-I guess it only likes Beth. I look around this open room, there’s a large couch the color of the carpet, it looks so different to the couch I’d seen in the ruins, and I remember Sanji telling me something about the ruins being from outside the church…

Looking over, there’s a tile table stuck to the floor, and a black tile countertop with strange coils over it, and knobs too. Choosing to ignore it, I go digging through the drawers in this place… Immediately I was met with a bunch of foreign objects; and I immediately shut the drawer-best to handle that mess later… I hear the weird phone Page gave me start buzzing in my pocket, and I stare at the glass on it, it reads-‘SPAM RISK’ and I press a red button with a strange icon on it. It disappeared, and I now had access to the phone… and began exploring it. There’s random information everywhere, poking icons makes the glass move, and I’ve already found myself knowing how to ‘look things up’ as the internet says. So I punched in a question; ‘Please, tell me where the church is, thank you.’ Instantly the screen popped up different churches, but none of the look like ours… Maybe we’re that far away? And if we are, then that’s good. Then, nobody can drag us back. I quickly punched in-‘Is our god going to come after us?’ And I was given no useful response. Was it because I didn’t use my manners? No matter… Time to ask another question. But before I could, Sanji had woken up, and was now taking the phone from my hands. “Hey! Page gave me that!” I try to pipe up-“Hush, I’m just looking at it.”-Sanji scoops me up into a nearby chair, and starts looking at the phone. “What the heck?” Sanji exclaims, his eyes widen as I realize what he’s seen… The first question I’d ever asked… ‘What does bathing with another person have to do with being inappropriate?’ He keeps staring at me, like I’m crazy. “You uh, you still don’t know, right?” Well, I knew now, but I’m not sure why he knows-so I lie. “No, how do you know?” Sanji goes quiet, dead quiet, and sits down with a sigh. “That doesn’t matter.” How dare he… “Of course it matters! I’ve known you for years… What are you hiding from me?” And he looks away. He can’t look at me, can he? “I don’t want to talk about it.” It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t want to talk about it, he lied to me… “Well, I do know what that means-I know why it’s inappropriate, so who did that with you-?!” He looks at me again, “To. Not with, to.” What the hell does that mean?! “Vish, I was forced into it.” And I went quiet, this time. So many questions hit me at once and I couldn’t help but rush to him, and hold him like he was all I had. “Why..?” I kept repeating that, as he gently petted my head. “Why you? You’re so sweet…” I was so confused, so close to breaking down, and he just kept holding me. “I don’t know why, I don’t know, Vish.” And I couldn’t help but start crying. He should be crying, not me-but I just don’t understand. I don’t understand. Does he even want me to understand? Maybe for once, I don’t need to understand, because even though he’s not crying-I know deep down he wants to cry. “It’s okay, I barely remember it nowadays, it’s not a big deal.” How is it not a big deal..? Someone hurt him, someone hurt Sanji! “But-“ He cut me off, wiping my tears away from my face. “It’s something I don’t remember, it really doesn’t matter. Vish, please understand…” I don’t understand, but I guess that’d be okay… Still, I want to comfort him… 

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Discovery and Breakage

This is a trope story, I know-but it’s a story I like.

Noblessica Mhyö, the legendary detective, and… A total asshole. What a jerk, seriously, yes he was incredible at his job, he could solve a case within the first 24 hours of being introduced into it-but he was honestly an asshole. Then there’s the fact that he retired by walking into the office-only taking his ashtray off of his desk-throwing his name plate in the trash-then never coming back. Everyone there was too confused and concerned to be angry, he’d been there for almost 15 years, same routine, same coffee, same desk. And now there’s some barely 20 rookie at his door? Christ. “Who are you.” He wasn’t asking some question, he was demanding to know. The woman quickly responded to him, “What, you don’t remember me? Silvia Daroa!” She was peppy as ever, and knew what he was going to say next-shoving her heel between the door and doorframe-as he was about to say something-“Let me guess, you don’t care?” She giggled, and he sighed-“Fine, what do you want.” He glared, “Well, 20$, but-at the moment I’d just like you to help me check out a case!” She said, “You aren’t very funny… Drop the cheery attitude and come in.” He replied, opening the door-“Grk-! Nobless- why does it smell like-“ She coughed a bit, “What’s with the cigarette smell?!” She kept coughing-and he snickered-“Why do you think?” She started opening every window she could-coughing the whole time, and noticing the overflowing ashtrays. “Nobless- how many- damn-“ She counted 23 ashtrays in one room, all overflowing, and despite this-the house was extremely clean, and although she thought he’d be the drinking type too-not an alcoholic beverage in sight. Just a whole bag of cigarette boxes, at least 50 or so. “You’re just about the dumbest kid I’ve ever seen, walking into some 55 year old’s house, not knowing just by my voice that I’m a heavy smoker, and above all else? Thinking I care about whatever case you’re working. Oh, and, you’ve got some cruddy jokes.” He listed all of this out in a bland tone, but Silvia was too busy coughing to care about his opinions. He began to fix his jacket, zipping it up despite the 70 degree weather. His outfit was very… un-stylish. Simple gray sweatpants, a black jacket, white T shirt, and for some reason, white tactical sandals. Nobless looked dead inside at all times, heavy bags under his eyes, peppered stubble and gray hair with black undertones, his hair mopped over his gray-red eyes, concealing his extremely pale and slightly grayish skin-his nails were well kept though. Silvia however, was the very definition of style. Her outfit was as follows, a light pink plaid dress shirt, white jeans, yellow hairpins and pink clips, white sneakers, and a pink tote bag. Her hair was rosegold and blonde under the dye, and her eyes were an oceanic blue, nails decorated with sparkling pink glitter and little white pearls, sure she wasn’t wearing any makeup other than blush, but she was still beautiful-even with the clear dermis patches on her neck. These two were exact opposites, and that included height-Nobless was 6’3. Tall as all hell. Skipping back to her task at hand, Silvia began laying out the crime scene photos. Nobless took one look at her expression and knew she didn’t mind the gore. “So short stack doesn’t mind blood, huh?” He muttered-“I heard that-and no! By the way, Smokey, call me short again and you’ll regret it!” He got a kick outta that, “Please! You’re 5’1, I’ve never seen someone as short as you! Wait, hah, there’s a toddler down the street twice your height! And what’re you gonna do? Spill glitter on me?” She glared, reached into her purse, and pulled out hot pink hair chalk. “So what if I do?” He started laughing to himself until he fell into a coughing fit. “Go ahead pipsqueak, I’m gonna start reading into the case-oh, and while you’re at it, mind if I borrow some of your hairclips?” He sat down, “Kay’ what colors?” She got some clips out and kept giggling. “I don’t care.” Just when she thought he was warming up to her, he immediately went back to being stone cold.

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Wild and Irresponsible

(page 1:prologue)

Warning, this is going to be an especially fucked up story and I don’t want to trigger anyone so I’m limiting access; the TWs are as such: Violence, Domestic abuse, Sexual Assault, Drug and alcohol abuse, Mental Illness, physical illness.

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. It’s all wrong. All of it. This was supposed to be a simple robbery, get in, get out. But no. But. No.

“Kid, you up?”

An adult man with a teenage boy tied up in the backseat. Anyone would look at this situation and scream. 

“I’m awake, why-need me to take the wheel?”

But this situation was different, very different.

“No, just making sure you’re all good back there.”

This was no kidnapping, or maybe it was-but whatever the case, this kid was the one who started it.

“How much longer?”

The kid had seen him break in, and strolled right up to him with one simple request-“Get me out of this hell.”

“About two hours.”

And now the two strangers had a plot, and a promise. “I want out. We can make it look like a kidnapping, charge ransom like in the movies- I don’t care what you do to me, or if you kill me, just please… I want out.”

“Alright.”

The rest of the car ride was silent, until the two had arrived. Sure-the middle of the woods wasn’t ideal, but it was pretty good-especially for hiding from people “Hey. What’s your name?” The teen asked, not the slightest bit hesitant-despite the man being twice his size and obviously a bit athletic. “Matrïch.” The adult responded in turn, a soft glare hitting the boy’s gray eyes. “Your name is weird.” Observing the scene, the nighttime air cut through the two-a harsh and heated blade coated with a sickly humidity. “You’re a weird kid.” The forest floor was dry this season, scarce of dead leaves but coated in flora, and climbing lichens. “And? So what if I’m weird?” A rusted up truck missing a license plate sat half-sunken in the sopping wet red clay, their getaway vehicle in all it’s decaying, peeling black paint coated glory, had decided to decompose at that moment. “You asked me to kidnap you. What’s with that?” The sounds heard, other than their two voices, were the sounds of small animals and the occasional fox scurrying around. “I hate my family and I want to die. It’s that simple.” The boy continued, and the man displayed a look of surprise-“Seriously? You’re probably 15, it’s just a phase-and you’re willing to risk your life for some stu-“ “I don’t care, you don’t need to know anything about me.” This kid was starting to annoy Matrïch, his easy-to-anger nature on full display now-“Stop trying to act all edgy! You’ve got a nice house and your room was decked out with fancy shit!” He nearly yelled, only to be met with the teen laughing. “You think that was MY room? Wrong. That’s my older brother’s bedroom.” He’d never wanted to hit someone more than in that moment-“So?! What about your life is so damn hard?!” And the kid responded in turn; “You want to hit me, right? Go ahead and find out, come on-it’s not like I care.” So he did. Matrïch’s dirt stained, blister and calus ridden hand made contact with the teen’s soft, pale skin. And the kid didn’t react in the slightest. “You done now? Because if you’re done, I’m going to sleep.” The teen chimed, only serving to confuse Matrïch. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He said, visibly confused and even a little bit disgusted. “That doesn’t matter… Just, thanks for getting me away from there.” The boy began to curl up, his messy black hair falling to his waist before he laid flat on the ground instead. “I’m already regretting asking this, but how old are you?” Matrïch sighed, his sleep deprived eyes reflecting their usual blue-“I’m 19. You?” He wasn’t expecting the kid to be any older than 16, he looked at least 14 though. “I’m 24.” The teen then stood, and approached him-apparently no longer tired, but now looking a bit curious.  

“What were you looking for when you broke in?” He looked over at Matrïch, who didn’t answer at first, but eventually spat out-“I guess I just felt like it.” The teen’s eyes widened, and he stares-“Jeez, just how impulsive are you?” He laughed lightly, but Matrïch didn’t think it was funny. “Shut up.” He barked at the teen, who glared at him. “What now, big guy?” Matrïch stared at him, and dropped to the ground, squatting down in front of the teen. “You pick out a new name and we go to my cabin.” The teen nodded in response, then-“Yuta. I like the name Yuta.” Yuta smiled, and the two started walking off. 

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The world outweighs us (Page 4)

I stare at Page, she stares at Vish, who is now obviously entertained. “So-“ I tried to speak-but she cut me off, smiling. “You guys are living with us now! I talked to Hayley and our landlord and they said you two could stay.” Why? We’re two strangers, how could anyone care for us?! “Beth is the landlord, by the way…” Page said this, and I nearly screamed from shock, seriously… The crazy lady that mistook Vish for a plaything!? “Is she going to jump on Vish again?” I asked on instinct, and Beth started laughing her ass off in the background. “No, she’s not, don’t worry about that…” Page sighs, and a fat gray cat runs by and onto Beth’s lap. “So, Hayley should be home soon and I still need to teach you to cook.” Huh? I already know how to cook, and why would she offer to teach me? Also, Beth has put both Vish, and the random cat, in the same room and shut the door. This… This is insanity..!

“I already know how to cook, Vish was super picky when he was younger so I had to make extra food for him.” Page seems genuinely shocked, but also happy. “Then can you make us dinner?” Was that a challenge?-“Yes.” I said before even thinking, then took a moment to figure out the kitchen with page pointing things out-“This is the stove, that’s the microwave-“ I already know, I’d seen everything before other than the ‘microwave’, I’d been in a real kitchen, but one far more old than this one. “Thank you, I’ll take it from here.” Page seems pretty shocked when I sat her down nearby, and instantly began to start making the food. “Wait, so, you know-“ I cut her off, “There was an abandoned place near the church, like the bunks-but had stuff like this. I didn’t know what these things were called but I knew how they worked.” Page instantly smiles, and hums. “That’s good!” Page seemed extremely happy now… and I get back to work. We’ve got potatoes, and that’s gives me an idea. Wash, chop, oil, place… I know exactly what to make to make this place feel like home. Plus, there’s mushrooms and onions in the refrigerator-and sure I’ll have to pick the onions out once they’re cookedbut it’s worth it. Vish loved this when he was younger, and although I don’t have deer meat-I do have red meat that looks like it’d work-white meat too. So, time to continue cooking…

There’s rice here too, a luxury-to be sure a luxury. I used to steal rice from the church’s canteen, just for this dish… Just for Vish. And after a little bit, it’s done. I wait a few minutes and Vish comes running out of the room he was in, instantly running around me like an excited little kid, and Beth comes to sit next to Page at the table. Vish is talking too fast for me to understand him, but he’s obviously excited… “Calm down and go sit-“ I lecture him a little bit, but he obeys for once, and I place the food down. “Here.” It’s a simple dish, a rice, mushroom, and cubed potato base-with a mushroom and onion sauce that’s left in a pool of the middle of the rice, cooked in the leftover oil from the meats, which are placed on the edges of the bowl. And of course, the onions are picked out. “Food is done, eat.” I sit next to Vish, who looks too happy to complain about being forced to sit on a chair and not the floor. He’s eating happily, and the girls are hesitant-before they start eating too. “This is… amazing..!”

Page instantly complements, and Beth chimes in-“I agree with Pagie, it’s good stuff.” I’m almost shocked, sure I knew Vish would like it but they like it too? Good. Personally though… I’d prefer something bitter. Still, I eat with them, tolerating the taste and welcoming their happiness. “I’m glad you all enjoy it.” Then a woman walks in, she’s so small. She’s just as tall as Vish, if not slightly taller, and I immediately hand her a bowl of food-to the other girl’s shock. “Thank you, I’m guessing you’re Sanji, right?” Her voice sounds deep, a bit sultry unlike Beth’s usually monotone voice or Page’s nearly girlish tone-and Vish, who has a soft and gentle voice despite his occasional happy shrillness. “Yeah, that’s me, and you?” Beth and Page exchange looks, as the woman sits. “Hayley, of course.” She says, looking at me, she’s tan, very tan, with black braided hair and dark brown eyes, white nails, and she’s wearing something much more appropriate than the other two girls-a simple black dress that looks frilly, and complements her slightly muscular physique-but to my displeasure, clings to her chest. Of course I won’t mention it b- “You’re really pretty!” VISH, NO.

The crazy little thing instantly chirps, and thankfully she laughs along with Page and Beth, instantly finding him cute… I can’t help but be jealous. “Thank you-I’m assuming you’re Vish?” Hayley asks, and I sit in between her and Vish. “Yeah, you got Page her earrings, right?” And now the questions begin-yet I notice that Beth looks just as jealous as me… “Yes, I did, I heard from Page that you liked them so I got a little housewarming gift for you…” She pulled a rather sparkling bracelet from the black handbag, and dropped in onto Vish’s lap as she got up to grab herself a drink. Vish instantly began examining it, going quiet like he used to do when I gave him shiny things, before profusely thanking him… Suddenly nothing else in the room mattered, other than him. It’s like a moment trapped in time, his smiling face, Beth slinking over to and hugging Hayley, and Page, tracing my gaze and discovering the object of my fascination-Vish. She knew what I wanted before I did, and she acted on it, offering Vish a whisper before he ran up to me, and rested his hand in mine. “I think we’re gonna get some sleep, thank you so much Hayley!” The brown eyed woman laughed, realizing that there was something at play, and waving us off as I caught a glimpse of Beth clinging to the woman, something I’d never seen any female do with another. And Vish pulled me into our new shared room. Despite being smaller than me, he’d managed to make me but an accessory-placing his new shiny treasure on the bedside table, and pushing me onto the bed. “Vish-“ I barely got a word out before he was laying next to me. “Sanji!” He giggled, I have no idea what is going on in his mind, but he keeps saying my name-“Sanjiii!” He continues, laughing like he’s crazy before saying shoving his face into my chest. He’s so… Everything. He’s everything I need to survive. And he’s quiet, curled up against me as my hands cradle his face, and all I can think, is-“I don’t understand either, Vish.” Thank god he didn’t hear me say that, because I’d cry if he knew that I didn’t have everything together. No, I’m sure if god had any hand in it, I’d be feeling something other than this… So, instead, I’ll thank Vish-for being the best friend I could’ve ever asked for.

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A slacker’s philosophy (BONUS PG2)

warning, this contains sexual themes and language, but no actual sex. This is also very short.

Just another late night of work. It wasn’t always like this though, Anzu wasn’t always so… Lonely in this world. He never thought he’d turn out like this, two dead parents and three divorces, a life he walked through like a ghost. A dog for a shitty exploitative company, spending all night working and drinking. It’s no wonder the bags under his eyes were so prominent, this is just how he survived-tired, loveless, without a friend left. But for some reason… He just couldn’t get that sparky kid out of his mind-that slacker, just why was he so relaxed all the time? Isn’t life supposed to be hard? Anzu sighed, he’d gander that anyone with rich parents would turn out like Yue. But that’s just how it is, life is painful and unfair… Right..? Anzu rubbed his eyes, and in that moment he’d accidentally fallen asleep. It was so fast he didn’t even realize he was dreaming, or that there was someone knocking on his window. Looking over, he saw Yue’s face-and the fact that Yue was already halfway through the window. “Yue?! What the fuck are you doing! How did-“ But Yue was already sitting on Anzu’s bed, smiling calmly. “This is a dream, silly. Calm down and talk to me.” Anzu was skeptical to say the least, this felt too…

Real. He stepped forward, and Yue stood, looking up at Anzu. “A dream? I’ve never had a dream like this before.” Anzu attempted to reach for his phone, but it wasn’t there-keying him in on the fact that this was really a dream. “You’re lonely, aren’t you?” Yue’s question came out of nowhere, and left Anzu stunned. “What? I’m not lonely…” He murmured, and Yue drew closer-pressing up against the taller man. “Yes you are.” Yue gave a slight giggle, watching Anzu become a bit uncomfortable. “Listen, dream or not-I don’t like men.” Anzu attempted to explain this, but Yue didn’t listen. “Come on, it’s just a dream, no reason to pass it up…” He finally broke, placing his hands on Yue’s hips, staring at him. “You’re stupid. But you’re also pretty.” He said this, staring Yue directly in the eyes. “Aren’t you gonna kiss or push me down? I thought you’d be rougher.” Yue teased, only to be met with Anzu’s rough hand now on his cheek, and his free hand busy turning off the lights. “Why are you turning the lights off?” Yue said this, and he got an answer he wasn’t expecting. “I don’t like people seeing my body.” Anzu said this, and Yue just… Turned the light back on. “I want to see you, I don’t care what you look like.” Yue traced his hand along Anzu’s chest, “Just… Don’t freak out.” He sighed, looking away a little and starting to unbutton his shirt. Yue’s eyes went wide, and he reached out… Anzu’s body is muscular, and covered in tattoos… The most prominent of which was accompanied by what seems to be a scar from being shot. “Holy… You’re so hot.” Yue couldn’t really stop himself from saying it, and Anzu just looked at him. “Oh. I guess you’re into this…” Yue smirked, and with a gentle push, sat Anzu down on the bed. “Now kiss me, before I get mad.” Yue said this, and Anzu obeyed, he was shockingly gentle, but very touchy-grabbing at Yue desperately, touching his thighs, hips, chest, everything… This was long, drawn out, as Yue began shifting around-grinding on his lap and laughing softly. “Shit, not there…” Anzu groaned, blushing a little-“You enjoying this, Boss?” Yue again teased him, and his hands flicked off Yue’s shirt. “Don’t call me boss when you’re getting fucked.” Anzu snarled, and glared, only to be met with Yue’s hand holding up his belt-then tossing it away. “I’ll call you whatever I want, Anzu.” He tightened his grip on Yue’s thighs, and bit his lip-“Then I get to call you a whore.” Yue laughed at his remark, then pulled away his own belt-“Hurry up, we don’t have all night, ‘Boss’.” Yue again teased him, then proceeded to stand and strip away the rest of his clothes. “You’re the one who won’t shut up.” Anzu did the same, then right as it was about to get good… He woke up. Now thoroughly frustrated, Anzu sighed loudly and tossed himself into bed.

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Pre(tendency) page 2

Back to class, like usual… But there he was, distracted, pissed, not used to this. It’s just weird to him, he’s so used to the hateful stares of his classmates-having someone like him… It feels so wrong. Especially someone like her, someone so… Cute. Every damn time she smiles or tilts her head it just makes him go crazy, she’s adorable-so cute in that way that makes him want to squish her. He’s always had this agression towards cute things, he’s never acted on it other than biting his tongue but…

It’s there. He’s keeping an eye on the class like usual, watching everyone like the other students are his responsibility, and meanwhile Iris is watching him from the seat behind him, barely out of view. She’s always liked everyone around her-Iris just sees people as tools, and she likes her tools. Her property. But Orion threw a wrench into that. She’s been loved by everyone around her, without a single enemy. She’s everyone’s favorite person, she changes her likes and dislikes depending on the person and constantly shifts her personality to fit the mold-but her usual tactics didn’t work on Orion… He’s an obstacle, but that’s okay. She’s always loved a challenge. She likes everyone and everything, but… She loves Orion.

“Iris, keep your eyes on the board and fix your uniform.” Orion had singled her out, and she smiled at it-“Okay, ‘Sir’~…” She chirped back at him, laughing to herself and watching her classmates glaring at him. She’d only been there for a few seconds and she was already the favorite… Orion’s behavior was strange, she saw him stealing from and blatantly abusing his classmates-smacking their hands or kicking their feet, but he only did this to the rule breakers… It was like watching a judge, no-like he had already tried the other kids, and was now sentencing them… He grabbed a male classmate by the hair at one point, and just glared at him until the boy apologized for his behavior; but in the same breath, Orion was polite and well kept, despite his harsh actions.

Iris wanted to see just how far Orion would go, especially against her, so she selected a shyer looking boy nearby and instantly plotted out her moves. She walked over, sat next to the boy, and that was enough for Orion to be upset. “Go back to your seat, Iris.” She rolled her eyes and obeyed, this time selecting a girl next to her to lean on and touch. But to her shock, Orion was mad at this too… “Iris, last warning! Fix your uniform and stop harassing your classmates!” She was baffled. Most guys loved it when she got all touchy with other girls, but Orion was upset? It was strange. She decided to get herself thrown out though, so she came right up to Orion and sat next to him. “Back to your seat.” He told her, but she defiantly leaned on him… “No. You’re not the teacher.” Speaking of which, their teacher was fast asleep. “Stop touching me.” He seethed, but she didn’t listen, she grabbed his arms and pushed them in-making it hard to breathe. “Iris, get off.” She finally let up, but not before snaking her hand in between his thighs. He grunted, uncomfortable and confused-“That’s enough.” Iris sighed at him, and slammed her head into his back. “You’re a weird dude, you know that?” He didn’t respond this time, instead just glaring at her. Class eventually ended, and seeing as it was the last class of the day, the two were alone again. “So, when do you go home?” She asked, leaning on him and clinging. “Whenever I want. I have my own car.” He stared, then gritted his teeth. “Cool. My parents don’t care when I come home, and I usually take the bus. So… Can I go home with you?” He immediately tensed up at her request, and swatted at her.

“Fine. But don’t do stuff like what you did in class.” Her eyes instantly widened. Usually men would love it, any guy would want to touch her, most guys and girls DID touch her. “Why, don’t you like it?” She released him, visibly concerned. “No! Iris, I told you to stop multiple times and you didn’t listen, that’s not okay. Just because someone acts a certain way doesn’t mean they like it. I like YOU, not whatever that was.” She just stood there, completely shocked. “What?” She said this, looking a little too wary. “Iris. I like you as a person, but when I say I don’t like it, that means stop.” He attempted to explain, and she continued to look absolutely stunned. “You mean if I-“ She cut herself off and smiled. “Never mind.” She knew better, she had always known better. “Iris, why are you confused?” Orion gently reached for her, and she pulled his hand into her own. “I’m not used to this. Most men don’t even ask, they just expect me to act like that.” She muttered this, dragging his soft hand onto her cheek. “You don’t have to do that. Just be yourself around me.”

Again, she was stunned into silence. At this point she didn’t know what or who she was. The two had only known each other for a few hours, but it felt like forever… “Myself?” She leaned forward, then fell against him. “Yeah. Quit trying to make me happy or whatever, just exist.” She looked up at him, suddenly serious. “Orion, you’re my friend.” He nodded, “And you’re my friend, Iris.” She nodded, and finally let him go. “We should go home together.” The two said this almost at the same time, but spent the car ride to Iris’s home in silence-other than Iris giving him directions. The two sat in the driveway together, looking at each other. “I’m hungry.” Iris stared at him, “Same.” He replied, then they made a full 180 and drove off to the nearest greasy fast food place… 

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Pre(tendency) Page 1

A new student had arrived, and being the principal’s son and all-17 year old Orion Quon was stuck waiting in the hallway, leaning on the nearby vending machine and looking bored out of his mind. He was supposed to show this new kid around the school, and just as he was about to leave-he saw the girl. Red eyes held in a lazy half stare, pitch black hair flowing to her hips in perfectly straight locks, insanely pale skin and long lashes-she was tall, managing a good 6’ or so, wearing the male uniform in a messy style-half open with an undone tie, and her black nails kept short. She was slim, and absolutely beautiful-every step she took radiated throughout the hall, and her slight smile was accompanied by the sound of her backpack dragging on the floor as she tugged it along by the handle. “Hey, are you the guy who’s supposed to show me around?” She sounded odd, like two people talking at once, and with an oddly sultry tone… “Yes. My name is-“ She cut him off, making direct eye contact-“Orion, right? My name is Iris. Nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand for a handshake, to which he stares before accepting-“Nice to meet you too.” He was confused to say the least, his stern expression not matching his boyish physique or cute face-his fluffy ash blond hair getting in his face and covering his square frame glasses, his soft green eyes flickering from her hands to her face as he became more and more confused. She smells strongly of vanilla and some kind of floral, not to mention her unusually rough hands and firm grip. “So, where to now?” She says this, refusing to let go of him-but moving her hand to his arm instead. “Room 304, your home room class. And please, let go of me.” He glares over at her, and she only pulls him closer.

 “Mh~? Haha… No.” She nearly whispered, he might be a few inches taller-but he’s obviously not stronger than her-and he looks straight faced, but internally? He’s wildly uncomfortable. His pale skin is covered in goosebumps by now, and he’s started to walk to her home room. “You aren’t funny.” He tried to shake her off, but she wasn’t having it-“Don’t you like me?” She frowned, backing off just a little. “What kind of question is that? I just met you.” He sternly answered, and pushed open the door to room 304-immediately everyone stared at the two. “Ignore us. I’m just showing the new student around.” He quickly explained, but noted the angry glares in his direction as Iris waved to the class. “Bye-bye, see you lot tomorrow…”

 She giggles this, and he starts walking off. “Stop that.” He snapped at her, and her eyes widened immediately. “What?” She seemed to cling onto his body even more, “Stop being a whore. I know the type.” He wasn’t having this, and her eyes go even wider at his words. “Rude… I’ve never had someone be rude to me like that…” She muttered this, arms wrapping around his unusually skinny waist. “And I’ve never met someone as determined as you.” He murmured back, and seemed to look at her more often. The two went around her classes in silence, but as they walked they only got closer together, by the end-refusing to break off their physical contact. “You’re clingy.” Orion eventually said, sitting on a nearby beach as she began fully laying on him. “You’re cold, and a brute.” Iris then said, lying her head in his lap. “I’m usually not one for-“ she cut Orion off, “Skipping class?” Iris makes direct eye contact, and he glares. “Obviously. I’m only making an exception because I was-“ She cut him off yet again, “Told to?” And he again glares, but places a hand on her neck. “Take me to dinner first, ‘Sir’…” She giggles, and he immediately stood up. “What, gonna go now?” She again chimed, and he shook his head as he walked into the bathroom. He did like her, unfortunately, and she liked him. She was naturally overly flirty, but it seemed like she’d actually dialed it down somehow. Orion, however, had an internal crisis to solve. He actually liked a person. He stood there processing his emotions, looking at himself in the mirror-“Orion..?” Iris stood in the bathroom, looking at him. “This is the men’s room. Get.” He stares at her, but she walks forward with a frown. 

“You’re-“ He immediately cut her off. “-Bleeding. I’m bleeding.” 

Sure enough, Orion was bleeding from his mouth-he’d always had the tendency to react violently and this time he’d bitten through his tongue. “It’s normal for me.” He sighed, and she stared-before standing right in front of him; “It’s normal for you?” She tilted her head, his eyes narrowing in a weird anger. “Don’t do that.” He wiped his mouth, and left her stunned. “Do… What..?” She leaned onto him a little, “Never-mind, just leave.” Orion looked away, but Iris pulled an out a tissue box and began to dry up the blood on his hand. “I don’t want to leave.” She seemed clamer, more sane and calculating around him-and… He liked it. “You don’t?” His voice betrayed a little shock, “No, I don’t. We’re friends now, okay?” She stares at him, then she gently opened his mouth and began taking care of the little injury. “Doesn’t it hurt?” She tilted her head as she asked, making note of a small blush on his cheeks. After fixing Orion up, he spoke-“It doesn’t hurt that much.” Iris looked at the blood on the floor and on the tissues, pocketing them to throw away later and looking in the mirror alongside him. “We’re friends now.” He muttered this, and held her hand.

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The world outweighs us (page 3)

(Back to Vish.)

I woke up to blinding light, and the smell of strange unfamiliar things; around me was a fluffy white cloth, and Sanji, Sanji was around me, holding me like he used to when we were younger. This place has greenish gray walls, the color of slate, a beautiful window adorned with black curtains-the floor is carpeted, the walls are bared of anything-and the ceiling fan is spinning slowly.

The bed I’m on is soft and easy to sleep in, unlike the hardwood bunks back at the church-I still remember the days when Sanji would sneak into my room and let me sleep on top of him, so that I’d wake up comfortable and warm. It looks so different to the world I’d woken up in so many times, different to the cold dirt floors and peeling wallpaper laid over splintering wood, different to the smell of earth and dirt, to the filth of the bunks… No, it’s clean here, safe here, and I can tell that this place is home now; home, with my new family of Sanji and Page, and maybe whoever that Hayley is that gave Page her earrings… Sanji stirs, petting my head and slowly sitting up with me in his lap. “Finally awake? You slept for an hour…” He murmured, brushing my hair out of my face and wiping a bit of dirt from my small face. “I’m sorry… I was tired…” I didn’t mean to apologize, it’s now a reflex of mine, but I can feel the filth I’ve been asleep in; I need to wash up… “Come on, Page said we could use the shower-her roommate is home right now so knock first-the walls here are thick.” I can barely comprehend anything Sanji just said, but stand up and let him guide me. He opened the white door to our room, and I make direct eye contact with a blonde woman with fluffy hair that trails to her waist in thick curls, with pale skin, and striking blue eyes-only wearing an extremely oversized black shirt with a hood, and nothing else. In her hands is a bowl of some strange looking cream colored substance, and a metal object sticking out of it. “Oh… You’re the weirdos Pagie abducted, huh? Wait a minute…” Her eyes suddenly sparkle, and she immediately grabs me-“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE ADORABLE!” She yelled, squealing with excitement as Sanji just watches this happen. “So cute, so cuteeee~!” I don’t know how to react, and she’s completely fawning over me. She pops that metal thing into my mouth-the cold substance on it is extremely sweet and cold. “You’re just so adorable, look at you!” Sanji removes her hands from me-“He’s male.”

And she immediately loses all interest in me. “Oh. Okay, bye.” She bluntly said. What the heck?! I have no idea what just happened, who even was that?! I open my mouth to ask, but she walks off… “Sanji, who was that?” He sighs at my question-“That’s Beth, Page’s roommate. She likes cute things…” What a freak. She just randomly GRABBED me! “Wait, why’d she-“ He cut off my question and pushed me into a gray tile floored white room. “Best not to associate.” He says, sitting me down on the edge of a white tile table connected to the wall with a small bowl under a metal piece. I’m so small, I hate it-I’m half the size of Sanji, the size of a short teen… Never-mind that, I nearly jumped when I heard the larger, metal piece begin to spew water. This… How does… “You’re not going to put me in that, right..?” I squeaked, and Sanji stares at me. “Don’t worry, it’s normal water-it’s just a shower.” He explains, I guess Page explained this to him earlier. “Oh, a-alright!” I cover my mouth after stammering, embarrassed as ever. “Don’t worry, I already talked to Page-she knows, you don’t have to worry here.” I was scared he’d smack me; I knew that Sanji would never hurt me, he’d never even seen the things that the Saint had done. Every time I stuttered, mispronounced, or accidentally slurred; the Saint had smacked me or punished me. By the time I was done reminiscing, Sanji was busy fiddling with the buttons on my uniform. “Come on, you’re filthy…” He murmured, and took my top off-tossing it to the side before removing my other textiles. “You don’t need to wash me, I just need help brushing my hair.” I lied, of course I needed help bathing-I’d never done it on my own. “Liar.” He muttered, then gently picked me up and placed me down into the marble-like trough that the water was spilling into. “Are you getting in?” I think he wanted to, but he looked away for some reason. “No.” Weird, isn’t this normal? The men at the church always bathed together, me especially-being the smallest I was constantly pampered. I was almost mad about it, to be honest. “Why not?” I glared at him; was there something wrong with me? Why wouldn’t he want to get in with me? “It’s inappropriate.” He thinks it’s inappropriate? Why?! I’m so confused, he’s never even said anything like that before! But now that I think about it, he’d never liked bathing with the group… “Why?”

And he folded, sighing and removing his clothes, before getting in and starting to wash my back after putting some weird, floral smelling liquid on his hands-it foams when it touches water, it’s nice on my skin. “Sanji, how do you know how everything out here works?” He knew how to turn on the water, use the strange liquid to wash me, how? “Page explained it.” But I was only asleep for an hour, right? “Sanji..?” I said his name, and he leaned into my back. “Don’t think too much about it, okay?” Why shouldn’t I, though? I don’t understand, I don’t get it. He leaned further into me, hugging me, and letting go after a few silent moments. He then washed my hair and finally got to my face, being extremely gentle. “Shh… It’s okay…” He says, as I whine when water gets in my eye. “It’s alright, Vish…” And I close my hands around his, continuing to whimper. “T-The water here stings…” I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help it one bit but complain. “There, all done.” He tried to pull away from me, but I couldn’t help but lean on him. I can’t help but notice that he was already clean, even though he’d neglected to wash himself… Maybe, I shouldn’t think about it. He eventually pulled me out of the water and dried me off, staring at me, staring at my body and not my eyes… “Sanji?” I tilted my head, and he placed a hand on my cheek. “You… Never-mind.” He released me, and I stood, confused and holding myself with shaky legs and a strange, dizzy feeling. “I don’t understand…” Sanji looked over at me, tossing me a strange looking white shirt that’s twice my size. “I don’t think you should.” He says, cryptic as ever. “But…” He cut me off, by glaring at me, it’s not an angry glare, it’s… Like he’s sad. His cheeks are red, too… Why? Why?! “Just try to forget about it, okay?” It’s too exhausting to think about anyways… If it was important, Sanji would tell me, right? I pulled on the shirt he’d given me, he pulled on one as well, then helped me pull on the rest of the ‘clothes’. My new uniform consisted of long, extremely loose black pants that had strings to tighten them around the waist, and a very big white shirt with cut off sleeves and a weirdly relaxed circle as the neck-hole. I couldn’t help but stare at myself in the mirror, I was…

Pretty. Looking at myself, my eyes, my wet hair-the ginger hue now looked the same orange color of the cats I’d see roaming around the church, and my freckles were slightly visible, my complexion was so, so pale-pale enough for my skin to be red on my knuckles and other joints-as if I was constantly freezing. But then I looked at Sanji-he’s wearing the same thing as me, but he fits into the clothes well. His hair is long, he’s putting it back in a bun right now-and it’s beautiful hazel color is glittering, he looks over at me-he’s masculine and rough looking, many scars coat him, but one especially sits under his left eye. He’s a lot less pale than me, but still pale-and his green eyes, complemented by an odd brown around them, and my eyes automatically drifted to his build-despite his big eyes he has such an intimidating body-which only served to make him look like a buff teenager, minus the acne, and add some slight hint of stubble at the chin and cheeks. Meanwhile I couldn’t get a bit of hair to grow anywhere but my head; and for everything in me, it made me look even more like a woman… “What?” Sanji noticed me staring, and looked me in the eyes. “Nothing.” I murmured, and Sanji laughed. “Lair.” He smirked at me, and laughed a little bit-he’s obviously relaxed now. “I’m not lying!” Damn you, Sanji, I don’t even know why I’m staring at you like that… “Yes you are, Vish.” I can’t help but feel my face heat up, even though I don’t know why. “I-I’m not…” I didn’t mean to stutter. But he used it against me… “You want to stare at me, don’t you? You sound pretty nervous.” He teases, but I couldn’t help myself but stare. “…Yeah, I do want to stare.” He instantly looked shocked, his eyes are wide open and he looks utterly floored. “You-“ He tried to speak but failed, and I instantly started laughing, I’d never seen him so shocked in my entire life! Then Page entered the room-“What are you- Wait, why are you both in the bathroom..?” She then flicked her eyes between us, then left with her hands up-“I’m not gonna ask.” She says nonchalantly. Sanji and I exchange looks, and I poked the door to the ‘bathroom’ closed once the two of us had left. Beth is sitting on the couch, and Page is talking to someone who’s not in the room… “They’re witches, aren’t they..?” I whispered to Sanji, who stared at me in confusion. “No. They’re not. We’ve already established that.” Sanji sighed and Page walked over handed me something… A small brick thingy that’s too heavy for its size with a piece of glass on it. “This is a phone, go play with it.” She said, and pushed me into the room I’d woken up in. A phone..? I poke it, and the glass lights up. A thing with different letters pops up, and there’s a blank bar with a tiny thing flashing in it, every time I poke a letter, it pops up in the bar… So I ask it a simple question, and hit the key that says ‘Search’. It instantly gave me an answer…

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The world outweighs us (Ch/page 2)

(So for context, perspective swaps are common in this specific story.)

(Sanji’s point of view.)

Vish is finally settled down, he looks peaceful right now. His eyes are fluttering as he sleeps, I can only imagine what he’s dreaming about. He’s always been such a hyper kid, a bit childish and constantly talking-so I can only wonder what that brain of his is thinking about. Turning my attention back to Page, I try to be polite as I question her-“Page, why are you so willing to let us into your car and take us somewhere?” I was told outsiders were hostile and crude, but also distrustful of everyone. “Well I believe your story-we’ve had a lot of cult activity out here and a lot of escapees need help getting adjusted.” She responded, and by now I’m a bit suspicious-Page is putting herself in danger then not addressing the danger she’s in. Also, what’s a cult? I’ll ask later. “Yes, but you’re directly placing yourself in danger by taking two random men into your car and outside security.” I reply, and Page’s eyes go wide in shock. “So Vish isn’t a girl?” She says, utter disbelief and mild confusion painted on her face. “Ah. I understand now-well, despite Vish’s appearance and high-pitched voice, no. Vish is male.” I explain this, holding back laughter as to not wake Vish up. He’d be so offended if he heard that-Vish has always been a little insecure, but hearing that would definitely damage his little ego. Page definitely seems a little more worried for her safety now, but is trying not to show it. “Oh. Uhm, that’s interesting! Is uh, is it trans or something?” Did Page just call Vish an… ‘It’? What the- “Pardon? No. I don’t even know what trans is. And please, Vish is not some creature-he’s Vish.” Page hears my response and giggles softly, but there’s nothing to be laughing about. “I’m sorry, I keep forgetting that you guys have no experience out in the real world.” She finds this ordeal hilarious, and her laughter is contagious-I have to keep myself from laughing a little. “Ah, I see. Page, where are you going with us, anyways?” Page clearly didn’t think this through, she opened her mouth to speak then immediately shut it. “Well, are you two hurt?” She asks, “No, we aren’t.” I reply, “Well, the police here are pretty friendly-and they’re usually pretty bored with how calm this place is. Do you want me to leave you at the police station?” Page says this, again forgetting that I have no idea what a police station is. “Oh, of course Page, just casually leave me and Vish alone in a place we don’t understand and have no idea how to navigate properly-filled with people who undoubtedly will treat us poorly.” I replied, a flat tone and glare used. “Calm down-I’ll just take you two to my place-no worries.” Page says, laughing at my sarcasm-or maybe at me. Either way, I don’t care, to her-Vish and I are still threats-so keeping her trust is necessary. Now, it’s time to calculate… If I ask her what a cult is now, she’ll take that to my advantage-she’ll think I’m less intelligent and it’ll remind her that she knows more than me. “Page, what’s a cult?” She reacted just how I thought she would-thinking that she’s going to explain this and I’ll magically be convinced that this outside world is better than our sector.

“Your church, they have rules and punishments for stuff, right?” I nod yes, and she continues speaking-“Well, you don’t have that here. Basically, we have rules, yeah, but those rules are much more relaxed. Basic stuff like don’t murder people, don’t hurt people, and don’t steal stuff.” Something tells me that she’s right, but does that mean that this place is free? Free from our God? “So, if I wanted to wear mixed textiles, or eat sugar before sunrise, I could?” I ask, and she looks extremely confused. “Er… Yeah? What happened before when you… Uh…” She says, obviously concerned. Well, I may have followed all the rules perfectly-but I remembered the punishments well. “For mixing textiles, we were forced to eat the offending textiles. For eating sugar before sunrise, we had a tooth pulled.” I remembered when I’d seen one of the children accidentally wear two different colors on the same day, poor thing. But Vish was allowed to do whatever he’d pleased, he was our Saint’s son, after all. “What the fuck?! They did that to you? Seriously-they actually pulled your teeth! And- And how do you even eat something like that..?” I wasn’t expecting Page to freak out like that, she’s acting like this is something barbaric. It’s normal for us, so why is she so appalled? “Well, yes. I don’t see the probl-“ She slams on the car’s lower pedal, making the car halt-and waking up Vish and whipping around to look at me. “They were torturing you two! How are you so damn calm?!” Thank god Vish was too disoriented to notice her pure horror, instead clinging to me and falling asleep again. “Page, understand that we grew up with this-this is normal to us.” I tried to calm her, I’d never heard a woman cry out like that-and Vish was whining again, like a child who’s having a nightmare. “I can’t… I don’t believe that you could put up with that…” Page sighs, shaking her head, and continuing to move the car. “I don’t understand.” I say to myself, completely on accident. In all reality, I do understand-this world outside the church, I’ve… Been here before.

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