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yeollie-plz · 6 months

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Fix Me

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Synopsis: Joel fixes stuff around your house, until Joel fixes you.

Genre: fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: Age gap (reader is mid twenties, Joel is mid thirties), kissing, crying, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of trauma, oral f! receiving, 18+ smut, porn with plot, slow burn? (ok not really but), reader is a hot mess!, insecurities, unprotected sex (don't be like them!), spanking, masturbation

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The first time you met Joel was about a week after you moved in. Your house was directly across from his and for that week you would see him here and there. You had to admit you found him a bit attractive. You eventually wanted to go around the neighborhood and introduce yourself, instead he surprised you by coming knocking at your door.

Having just finished showering you weren't really prepared for visitors, wearing only a robe and your hair wet and stringy draped on your shoulders. So when the heavy knock rang on your door, you sighed, glancing down at your appearance. You debated if you could just ignore the knock, until another sounded.

Rolling your eyes, you decided there was no other choice but to answer. You swung the door open a bit too aggressively, finally looking at who was standing there. It was the neighbor that you had all but stalked this past week. Okay, you found him very attractive!

You blushed at your actions, seeing that his eyes widened at them as well. It seemed as though your neighbor also noticed your disheveled state, his eyes scanning over your figure. His held at your chest for a second longer before he met your eyes.

"Sorry, I'm Joel, I live across the way there." He motioned towards his place. "I just noticed that there was a hole in your porch and well I'm a contractor so..." He trailed off.

"Okay?" You said trying to urge him to get to his point so you could get back into your house. No matter how cute your neighbor was, he was not worth standing basically naked in your doorway for.

"I...um...thought maybe I could fix it for ya. I can just get it done quickly now. No charge, if I'm honest I've wanted to fix it for a while now."

"So, you came all the way over here to fix my porch?" You tilted your head in confusion. He nodded.

"I guess I have. So, darlin', do ya mind?" You tried to ignore the term of endearment and shook your head.

"I mean sure, that's fine...I guess." You whispered the last part, trying not to come off too taken aback. "I'm going to go look more presentable, you can go ahead and start." You motioned at your robe and Joel's eyes lingered once more.

You ignored it and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. You quickly sorted out your appearance. Before returning outside you stopped in your kitchen grabbing a cup and filling it with ice and water for Joel.

You silently opened your front door so you watch Joel work for a minute. You had found Joel attractive the moment you laid eyes on him, but something about watching the man work. The bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face as he concentrated on fitting a board into the hole. The bit of skin that showed at the hem of his shirt as he reached further to grab a tool. You shook your head ignoring the growing heat between your thighs and cleared your throat. Joel's head snapped up to you, whipping his brow as he stood.

"I brought you some water, its a bit hot today." You handed him the cup. He took it was a nod of appreciation.

"I'm Y/N by the way. I never introduced myself earlier."

"Nice to meet you darlin'. I've been waiting to finally learn your name." You tried to hide your shock at his statement. He chuckled and sat the cup on the little table you had there.

"I'm 'bout done here. You can go ahead and cool off inside. I'll clean this up. Let me know if you need anything else fixed, you know where I live." He said. You could've sworn you saw his eyes drop to your lips at the mention of fixing something else. No, that can't be, you decided. You had just met the man!

"Uh, sure. Thanks Joel." He winked at you and went back to his project, leaving you not only confused but also a bit hot and bothered.

The weeks that followed, part of you wanted something to break so that you could talk to Joel again. You would see him go to work and come back, but you had no reason to really approach him. Some days you would sit out on your porch and watch him leave. His eyes would lock onto yours. This would earn you a smirk and small wave. To which you blushed and waved back.

One evening you got as bold as to check your mail around the time that he would be home. Lingering by your mailbox until you saw the familiar truck pull down the street into his driveway. That day he called out your name with a hello and you didn't stop thinking about it all night long.

You couldn't believe the way you were behaving. You barely knew Joel and yet you were entranced by him. He was almost your every waking thought. There was something in that manifesting though, as one morning you were making breakfast and a cabinet door came off one of its hinges.

You almost shrieked in excitement as you left the door hanging there. Later that night, you saw Joel's car pull up once more. You grabbed the plate of cookies you had made earlier and made your way across the street. This time you knocked on Joel's door. He answered with a surprised look on his face.

"Y/N?"

"Joel, hi! Um I wasn't sure how serious your offer to fix things was but my cabinet came off its hinges earlier and I don't have the correct screw so...I brought cookies." You held out the plate to him after your rant.

He laughed, "It was serious. Uh, I can come over Sunday to do it? It's been a long day." He rubbed the back of neck awkwardly.

"Oh! Of course! No problem at all!" Calm down, Y/N, calm down.

Another chuckle, as he finally took the plate of cookies from your hands.

"Thank you for these. Sarah will love 'em."

"Sarah? Your..." Your stomach twisted, did he have a wife? You had never seen a woman around.

"My daughter, chocolate chip is her favorite." Relief washed over you.

"Well, I hope you both enjoy them! My grandma's recipe, they are amazing, totally not biased!" He laughed and leaned against his door frame to take you in. A look of content on his face. Almost like he was weighing his options.

Fire sparked through your body and met between your legs at the look. Clearing your throat you spoke quickly, "So, I'll see you Sunday then! Have a good week, Joel!" You rushed back across the street just barely hearing his "You too!" being called out behind you.

Sunday couldn't come soon enough. In the days between then and now you had been very very frustrated. Yes, sexually frustrated. Something about the way Joel looked at you went straight to your panties. He was very easy to fantasize about.

You fantasized about him coming over, the full intention of fixing the cabinet, but nailing you instead. Digging his fingers into your hips as he lifted you onto the counter, teeth nipping at your neck. He would drop to his knees, dragging your panties down with him.

You fantasized about pulling him by his collar into your bedroom, lips connected the entire time. Passion radiating off the two of you as you pushed him onto your bed. You swung your legs over his hips, straddling him. As you continued to crash your lips into his, grinding onto his hardening member. The feeling of his jeans through your thin panties, driving you insane.

You fantasized about taking a shower together. You fantasized about him taking you on the dining table. You fantasized about him taking you on that very porch you met, for all of the neighborhood to see. God, you fantasized about him fucking you anywhere and everywhere.

It was becoming a problem.

How were you supposed to face him when your toys had gotten the most use they ever had at the expense of him? You were fucked. Royally, officially, in every way.

So, when Joel finally did come over on Sunday the only thing that ran through your mind was an image of him inside of you. Which was causing a few attention issues on your part.

"Y/N?" He called through your daydream. He was leaning on your kitchen counter staring at you with his head cocked in amusement. You dragged your eyes down him muscular arm, following the veins to his hand. Your breath caught as you pictured him eating you out there, those fingers pumping in and out of you.

"You feelin' alright, sugar?" His amusement was now changed to light concern as you still weren't responding. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

You blinked and shook your head, attempting to wash the images out of your head. Shifting your weight, you pulled at your collar, suddenly feeling too hot.

"I-yeah, I'm fine. It was just a long week." The first excuse you could think of, yet it was sort of true. A long week of touching yourself to the man that was now standing in front of you.

"I hear that! Well I'm done here so I'll just head out and let ya relax." He smiles and pushes himself off the counter, collecting the last few of his things.

He had almost made it to the door when you called out his name, stopping him in his tracks. You weren't sure what had possessed you in the moment to give you this confidence.

"Can I, uh, ask you a question?"

"Sure, sugar." He smiled at you once again.

"Are you dating anyone?" His smile stayed but something different flashed behind his eyes.

"No, I'm not. What made you curious?" He was trying to read you now. He had that look on his face again like he was debating closing the distance between the two of you.

"Darlin'?" The question came when you didn't answer, he took a step towards you.

"No reason, really! I just..." You searched his eyes like he would give you an out.

A laugh, "Well if you do find a reason, let me know." And with that he left, leaving you cursing yourself in your living room.

Spring came with the next month. And with spring came the thunderstorms. You had never been a huge fan of them, something about the booming sounds and sharp sparks of light always made your skin crawl. Your therapist was convinced there was a deeper reason behind the trauma but you hadn't been able to uncover it yet. All you knew was with thunderstorms came panic attacks and sleepless nights.

You would get up later in the morning, missing the opportunity to watch Joel get to work. And you were too busy bundled into a cocoon hiding from the storms at night to watch him return. Although you didn't know it, Joel was missing seeing you. So like a few nights before this he was watching your house, trying to catch a glimpse of you.

He had been jolted awake by a particularly loud crash of thunder, and after tossing and turning for a bit, he sighed and got out of bed. Originally going downstairs to grab a glass of water his eyes caught on your house when he noticed your bedroom light still on. Joel glanced at the clock on the wall. 2:45? What were you still doing up?

Watching your window for a minute, to see if you would switch the light out. That's when a big strike of lightening struck, knocking out all the power of the neighborhood. Joel rushed to his front door, not even bothering to put on some shoes and ran across the street to your house. He wasn't even sure why he was doing it but his body moved as if being controlled by someone else.

He got to your door, out of breath and soaked. That's when another bolt struck, the thunder following closely after it. But over all that he heard your scream. Without a second thought he turned the handle of your front door, finding it not locked.

Joel rushed through your house to your bedroom, following the sounds of your sobs. Opening the door without a second thought. You glanced up quickly, letting out another scream.

Joel held his hands up, "Sorry! I heard a scream and instinct kicked in. Your door was unlocked. I just...wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Joel." You whispered his name. Tears slid down your cheeks.

"Doll." He whispered back, testing the waters.

"I'm fine, just thunderstorms aren't my favorite thing in the world."

His eyes searched your own. "I can stay and talk with you if you need. That usually helps me."

You smiled, "Sure, that would be nice."

He walked towards the bed, about to sit on the edge of it when you stopped him.

"Wait! You're soaking wet, let me run you a bath!" You pushed yourself out of your cocoon and moved towards the bathroom. A hand around your wrist stopped you. It sent a spark through your body.

"Hate to break it to you, Sugar, but no power means no hot water. I should be the one drawing a bath for you anyways." His grip was light, like he was scared to hurt you. He noticed you looking at it and let go. "Sorry."

You shook your head, "You'll get sick all wet. Let me at least get you a change of clothes." Returning soon after with a stack of clothes.

"Here these are my dad's, should fit. There's towels in the closet if you need it." Handing them to him, you shrugged.

"Your dad's?" He took them with a bit of reluctance, insecurity washing over him.

"Mhm." You nodded, not noticing his change in demeanor and sat back on the bed. Eyes watching as he went into the bathroom and closed the door.

You looked up when he came back out, "How did it go?"

"It was a bit difficult in the dark but I managed." He stop there nervously, something still brewing in his mind.

You patted the bed next to you, silently telling him what you wanted. He took the hint and settled in close to you, but not touching. Sitting there in silence for a few minutes.

"I thought was were supposed to talk." You finally spoke up, intending for it to come off as a joke.

"You're right, sorry I just got in my head for a minute there."

You shifted your body closer to his, finally feeling his body heat radiating onto your own. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Cold?" He asked. You shook your head no.

"Nope-" you cleared your throat, "-what were you in your head about?" An awkward silence washed over you as if he was debating telling you the truth.

Finally he sighed, "It was you giving me your dad's clothes."

"My dad's clothes?"

"Yeah, it just made me remember how much older I am than you."

It took you a second but you laughed. He gave you a sideways look. The look made you stop and blush at your inappropriate reaction.

"Sorry, but its a little funny. Its only like an eight year difference!"

"Nine." He corrected.

"Fine, nine. One year doesn't change that it isn't a big gap. The heart wants what it wants, isn't that the saying?" You hadn't realized what you said until it had slipped past your lips. "Uh-I mean..."

That's when Joel's lips crashed into yours, his hands fumbling around the sheets trying to find purchase of your hips. Your own finding their way around the back of his neck. His cold fingers made contact with your warm skin, causing a gasp to escape your lips. He took this opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, taking control. Your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck.

Your lips moved in synch for a while, just feeling each other. The sexual tension that had been building for the past months finally coming to the surface.

"Do you want this?" He asked as he pulled away to trail his kisses down your neck. You nodded aggressively.

"Words, darlin'."

"I want this. I want all of you Joel." It came out breathlessly, you were barely able to find your voice.

He smirks into your neck, "Dirty girl."

At the name, you let out a whimper. His lips return to your own as he grinds his hips down. You feel his hard member graze your clit and you jerk up to meet his hips. You need him.

"'m not gonna last long, darlin'. I've been wanting to fuck you for weeks."

"Me too." You confirmed, blushing at his confession.

"Yeah? You been touching yourself to the thought of me?"

You nod.

"Show me." Normally this request would make you nervous, but something about the way Joel looks at you gives you confidence. And if this gets him to touch you then you'll do anything.

He backs off the bed to give you room. He towers over you now, watching you with hungry eyes. You pull your shirt over you head slowly. You want to give him a show. You stand now, pushing your pants and underwear down with a sway of your hips.

Turning around, you bend down to get your feet out of your pants, shoving your ass into Joel's crotch. He growls, actually growls at the action and lands a hand on your ass. Not enough to leave a mark or cause any real pain, but enough for you to lose your balance and fall onto your stomach onto the bed. His body now covers your own as he pulls your earlobe with his teeth.

"You gonna be a good girl for me or am I gonna have to punish you?" The whisper is so gruff that it almost doesn't sound like him but goddamn does it turn you on.

"Mm, I'll be a good girl."

"Good, now show me how you touch yourself." He lifts his body off of yours and you flip over. Running your hands down the swell of your breasts, letting them linger slightly at your nipples, toying with them. Joel watches intently. You move them down your stomach and finally to your soaked lips.

Your index finger slides easily with the amount of slick you produced during your make out session. If you're being honest most of it is probably from when he whispered in your ear just now but!

You toy with your clit for a second, letting a moan push past your lips at finally receiving what you really need. You let your fingers tease your lips before pushing one inside yourself. The stretch being exactly what you need. Actually, exactly what you need is standing there palming his erection.

"Joel, need you." You moan out as you add another finger inside yourself. This is all he needs to pounce onto you once again and replace your fingers with his own. Now fucking you with his two digits, the stretch being so much more delicious than your own. He reconnects your lips.

"Baby, I need to be inside you now." He admits.

"Please." You are almost begging now. He pulls his shirt over his head quickly. Rising to his feet he undoes his pants and pulls them down. Leaning over you again, he kisses you, rubbing himself onto your wet core.

"Do you have a condom, sugar?" You shake your head no. "Fuck."

"It's okay, I'm clean and on birth control."

"I'm clean too. Are you sure?" His previous dominant attitude is now replaced with concern.

"Yes, I'm sure, I just need you now." He takes your word for it and pushes into you in one swift motion. Usually your wetness as to easily push in. He stretches you out completely, causing you to grab his bicep in a search for support.

"You okay?" He askes.

"Yeah, just need a moment. You're bigger than my toys." You give yourself a minute to adjust to his size. You feel your walls contract onto his member, your body wanting him to move. "Okay, I'm ready. Ruin me."

"With pleasure." And he does just that. He fucks you at a speed that almost feels inhuman. His hips meet yours roughly, sliding his cock almost fully to the tip and then bottoming out inside of you. Part of you thinks you'll have bruises tomorrow from how roughly he is thrusting into you, but honestly it will be worth it. Especially with how good you are feeling right now.

His pace falters a bit when you clench around him, "Fuck." He mutters. Regaining his pace quickly. "Told ya I'm not gonna last. Need to make you cum, baby."

You moan at his words and clench onto him once again, earning a slap to you thigh. His hand reaching up and fondling your breast, quirking the nipple with two fingers, causing your hips to jerk up meeting his trusts.

"Come on, baby, I know you're close." Those fingers now make their way down to your clit, working it in circles. You moan at the feeling, feeling yourself getting closer and closer.

With one particularly hard thrust, he hits that spot inside of you. The mixture of that with him toying with your clit causes the coil to snap inside of you and your body warms in your orgasm. Shuddering your hips move involuntarily as he fucks you through your orgasm. Only letting go of your clit with he decides you have had enough.

"There it is." He kisses you and begins to chase his own orgasm. "Where do you want me?"

Inside of responding you open your mouth and stick you tongue out. His eyes go even darker as he speeds his hips up. Joel gets himself to the edge before pulling out of you. You quickly sit up and wait for his cum. He grunts and shoots all of himself down your throat. You swallow dutifully.

He smirks, "Pretty girl. Don't let any go to waste." He runs his thumb across a bead of his spend on the corner of your mouth pushing it inside. You lick all around his thumb, sucking lightly.

"Fuck, darlin', you're gonna get me started again."

"Maybe I want you to." You look at him with hooded eyes, smirking.

"You're in for it now." He grabs your hips and pushes you down onto the bed, attacking your mouth with his own.

You didn't sleep that night either.

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eluxcastar · 29 days

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The little sisterfication of Arlecchino

── ୨୧：arlecchino & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: little siblingfication final stretch lets gooooo

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child arlecchino, it is fluff and angst at the same time, like hurt/comfort ig? idk, implied child abuse, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 1.9k

there are only two more after this oh god. Pierro and Columbina. I also realised like five seconds ago that Pulcinella is not on the list but tbh Idk if I'll add him in because I kinda don't know what to do for him at all. I could try to make it cute? maybe, I'll see

this started way nicer, but then I remembered the previous Knave was an asshole and quickly replace the vibes that bled over from watching Grease with something darker. The Knave is used to refer to the previous Knave, while Arlecchino refers to our Arle, because I needed some way to distinguish them. I also thought the previous Knave was a dude for some reason?? I fixed it though

all little siblingification posts

Biologically speaking, the two of you are not related in the slightest, but it's not uncommon for children in the House of the Hearth to choose their siblings and stick by them until the inevitable moment they either remain together or are parted by responsibility. You have been there and guided Arlecchino through the orphanage since she first arrived from Fontaine. Arlecchino might've been lost and confused for much longer if not for you.

Instead, she had you, a little older and wiser, to walk her around and teach her how things worked.

The moment she arrived, your guardian, the Knave—now her guardian as well—pulled you over to meet her and asked you to show her around and make her comfortable in her new life. Your new little sister, she called her, and she stared at the woman dumbly before you stole her opportunity to ask him what she was talking about, whisking her away.

You took her to see everything, showing her off to as many people as you ran into and introduced her as you went. She felt like a shiny new toy in an overcrowded playground, and you let her revel in it until it tired her out.

Once the fanfare died down a little bit, you took her to find an unoccupied bed to put her things on. There weren't many, but you offered to help her find a place for them nonetheless. You got a sheet and blanket from the linen closer to make the bed for her and helped her stand a few things up on the headrest to make it her own. Despite her apprehension, you almost managed to make living here seem just a little less bleak; looking over her bed, made and decorated with her stuffed toy and a few personal belongings she'd brought, it felt a little more like home.

You assure her all will be fine, the only thing even close to soothing in the whirlwind that was coming here, and point her in the direction of your bed not too far away. The one with the overcoat laid on the end of it. You always put it there when you're not wearing it, apparently.

She refrains from asking why you're not wearing it and why you own one of the grey and red coats she recognises from the fatui footsoldiers she saw wearing them.

Most importantly, you teach her the rules: behave yourself, clean up after yourself, bedtime is nine pm, and not a minute later, finish your dinner—

"Even if you're full?"

"Even if you're full."

and the most crucial rule: never make the Knave mad.

"Why?"

"Just don't, ok?"

Arlecchino doesn't dare question why again. You know best, and something in your eyes tells her she should trust that.

Through tense, dreary halls, you lead her with a skilled hand and the favour of the Knave. She runs to you in the middle of the night when the far-off screams scare her awake, yet despite your promises, you are nowhere to be found, and neither is your coat. It's a suspicious absence you explain away with housework and chores. The children jump at the chance to see you, and you greet them much more warmly than the stoic Knave. Everyone tells her you have something the others don't, and she should stay in your good graces for as long as possible. The Knave likes you, and you can get anyone out of anything as a result. It's why she calls you to do everything for her, including taking Arlecchino off her hands and showing her around. You are her best.

It's as if you have a sense for every time she breaks the rules. She stays up late one night and sneaks out of bed to keep playing. She is not tired in the slightest and restless beyond belief; she is a child filled with energy and naive to the consequences of her choices. She is caught, of course, the Knave looming over her to ask what exactly she believes she's doing. She stumbles for an answer. It is just as she thinks the worst has come to pass when you appear in the doorway with a broom in hand. You asked Arlecchino to help you clean up. She's picking up the toys for you to sweep the floor.

The Knave hardly believes it, but what the others say is true—she favours you. She relinquishes Arlecchino to your care, and you walk her back to bed with the tightest grip on her arm she's ever felt. Through gritted teeth, you scold her harshly, "Don't ever do that again!"

She almost fears disappointing you more than the Knave.

You make the House feel safe. With you, it becomes a place where one day she may thrive and return to the world a well-raised woman with much promise. You teach her to play the games the others made for themselves and perfect the chores the Knave demands of her. Arlecchino could wish for no greater sibling than you, and you walk her through it with the patience of a saint as if you have done it a million times before.

She runs to you for everything from hurt knees to finding her lost stuffy, where it has run off to. You respond in kind by cleaning and bandaging the scuffs in her skin. You even show up well into the night past bedtime to return her dearest stuffed toy so she can sleep easily. You were happy to stay when she asked you to sit with her until she could fall asleep and stroke her hair to settle her. It is one of the few tastes of home she savours, even though home did not have you there to take care of her.

You are the closest she will ever have to a parent. You are happy to have her wake you up in the middle of the night when she's scared and needs help, assuming you're there at all. Most nights, you're busy cleaning up the messes other children made that would get them in trouble, and you take her back to bed whenever she finds you.

However, it does not take long for Arlecchino to realise why you warned her against angering the Knave. She decides that Arlecchino, at her tender age, is well and truly ready to complete a mission on her own. A terribly simple one, but it scares her nonetheless.

What scares her more is that you bargain your way into going with her under the guise of showing her the ropes.

You are the best guide she can ask for and nothing less as she comes to understand what that coat is for. You're not just a child of the House; you're a fatuu. You put it on before you leave and lead her off wearing it, making sure she's warm and advising her to wear gloves before the Knave practically tosses the two of you into the harsh winter of Snezhnaya to complete the task thrust upon Arlecchino as her first test.

Before anything else, you make that much abundantly clear to her: what Arlecchino does determines her future within the House, and you don't want to see her fail. You shed your coat to give to her when she gets too cold and hold her hand to force her to continue even when she feels like giving up would be much easier. More than anything, you are loose-lipped and cynical in a way she's never seen before. Over hours, you drill everything into her head that has been kept from her, the source of the screams she's heard that everyone seems to ignore, the reason for the abundance of fear permeating the House.

Every part of the carefully crafted wonderland you had been trying to make her falls to pieces before her very eyes as you walk through the snow with a backpack so heavy she begged you to take it from her shoulders. The Knave is a tyrant reigning over the only thing she can control with an iron fist. Whether she likes it or not, there is no escape, and the Knave will hold anything she can over her head.

You dodge the question when she asks what the Knave uses against you.

Arlecchino quickly realises you have seen many children walk the path she is now on, and she dares not ask how many of those you still waste your breath on. You're sorry. You tried to protect her, but there are some things you can't do.

The journey is bleak, and the trip home is even bleaker as you're late; it's well past bedtime. You enter quietly and run a bath to warm her up, slipping your coat from her shoulders and leaving it by the fireplace. Her only comfort is in you crouching by the edge of the bath with a rag in your hands to scrub her clean with the help of the meagre few inches of water you could afford to spare her.

Your apologies have subsided, as has your tough love attitude, spoiling her with affections and gentle reassurance she didn't expect after seeing how you acted only hours earlier. You pull Arlecchino close and stroke her hair. The wall of the tub becomes little more than a nuisance as it blocks her from fully hiding away in your arms, where she hopes to disappear. She is afraid, but you manage to settle her fears to a nagging whisper tucked away in the deepest corner of her brain.

Apologies give way to promises, grand promises you know you cannot keep, promises of protecting Arlecchino for as long as you can.

You wrap her in a towel, help her dress herself in the night clothes you retrieved from her bed, and send her off to sleep with the reassurance that you'll handle reporting all of what the two of you were doing to the Knave.

Content and soothed by your words and promises, Arlecchino wanders back to bed, where she makes herself comfortable, staring across the room at your empty bed. Perhaps you have said those things to many children before her, but it doesn't occur to her as you quickly fall back into the role of being her only comfort in this house of horrors. You'll protect her from anything in your power, keep her safe, and watch over her.

Sleep coaxes Arlecchino to relax, give in, and rest, and she almost does. She is seconds from being out like a light when she hears those screams again—those that used to send her bolting to look for you in your bed. You were never there when she tried to find you, and now, as she stares across the room at your vacant bed, she suddenly realises why.

The screams that had woken her all those nights had been yours.

Until you could no longer stay by her side, you would protect her from anything.

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#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

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cuntypyramidhead · 30 days

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Yandere The Unknown x reader (part 1)

(Dead by daylight)

Note: don't question this

Also this is going to become a proper fanfic, I have no idea how long. I might connect it to my dbd fanfic.

Also I might edit it to make more sense, a lot of this has been written at 3am. Please ignore any errors they might be fixed at some point.

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You found a new job a few weeks ago, working at a movie theatre. Honestly, you were kind of happy for it. Although the area was dirty and sticky, you were able to get a discount on the movies and snacks, which made it worth it for you. It isn't something you wanted for the rest of your life, but it was good enough for now. You moved to this new town a few months ago, and previously worked at a wreckers, but quickly moved on since the people working there were sketchy.

One of your old friends suggested to work here and of course you agreed. You got discounts and your friend everyday, she also helped you get the job. But not long after you started she disappeared. It was difficult, and you hoped every night she'd come back. The place hurt to be at sometimes, but maybe one day she'll walk in through the doors with that beautiful smile on her face.

You shook your head, you couldn't think about it now. You can't do anything to get her back. You just had to hope the police would take it seriously. But with the recent disappearances, you doubt they'd focus heavily on her. Within the past month there's been over 10 people who've gone missing. Maybe to them she's just a number. There's a few people who go missing every month. It's just... normal for this town. The police do what they can... I guess. But they never will focus for long on one person, because there's always another who goes within a few days or a week. There's just too many crimes happening that it's difficult to keep track. There's maybe a few thousand people who live there, and maybe two stations. So there needs to be more, but they probably won't bother. It's been the same two for maybe 20 years from what you'd heard.

You vacuumed the crumb covered floor, wiping down the chairs, trying to get it as clean as you could. You wanted to keep this job, at least till you could find something more stable. While mopping the linoleum floors, you listened to some music. You ignored the world around you. It was nice to have a distraction. Although cleaning wasn't a nightmare, you'd prefer not too. Some parts of the cinema was darker, your boss was always insistent on turning off the lights if you aren't in the room. It was a bit unnerving, but eventually you learnt to get used to it. It wasn't exactly welcoming, but it wasn't terrifying either.

Occasionally you'd take off your headphones for a few moments, as your ears started to get sore from the pressure. You wanted to get better ones, but you were in a somewhat small town, and there weren't a lot of electronic stores. It was annoying having the wire in the way, but you learnt how to deal with it. You decided to just let them sit on your shoulders, around your neck. Still hearing the music, although it was quieter. You hummed along, eventually sighing at peoples disgustingness. Was it so hard just to put their rubbish away?

Once the bin was full, you picked it up and went outside. The dumpster was almost overflowing, but it wasn't your job to empty that. You threw the bag on top, trying to prevent it from falling down. Once it was stable, you were about to walk inside when you heard someone voice from in the parking lot.

"Can... can you please help me? I'm stuck!" The voice sounded wrong, it's tone was off as it lacked any emotion behind the words he was saying.

You were about to walk over, but remembered all the disappearances. You felt a loud tinge of guilt. "I'm... I'm sorry I can't! I'll get the police to help." You yelled back.

"P-please I really need help!"

You gulped and stepped back, "I can't, I promise the police will come soon!"

You ran inside slamming the door, hearing the cries begging for help coming closer and closer. You were confused, if they were stuck how were they getting closer... Something wasn't right. The situation made your skin crawl. You ran to the phone which sat on the desk. You dialed the number for emergency services and asked for a police officer. You explained the situation, and made it sound more normal as you didn't want to be labelled crazy. You said it rather simply, that there was someone saying they were stuck but something seemed off and suspicious and you wanted the police to take care of it.

While you waited for the police, you sat on one of the chairs at the front desk, fidgeting while listening to music, trying to prevent yourself from panicking. You wanted to keep level-headed. You sang the song quietly, tapping your fingers on the desk. You laid your head back and closed your eyes. You kept one side of the headphone off your ear, so you could hear the police knocking and let them in.

Once they arrived, they checked the whole building and area surrounding it, eventually finding nothing. They also checked the security cameras which showed only you, nothing else. The footage showed no one in the parking lot or anywhere else.

This made you doubt yourself even more.

Eventually you went home and laid in bed. You struggled to fall asleep as all you could think about was what happened and the fear you felt. You kept replaying it over and over, analyzing any details you could remember. You remembered how off the voice was, how almost inhuman it was.

You brushed it off, maybe it was because of a lack of sleep. You weren't sure anymore. You tried to stop thinking of it because you really needed to sleep. But it kept squeezing through the cracks and coming back into your mind.

Your eyes slowly closed, and your breathing softened. You were so tired, so, so tired. You just wanted to rest.

Eventually, you started to hear light tapping against the window and low whispers of which sounded like it came from hundreds of people. You thought it was just because you were exhausted. It went away after a few minutes, leaving you to think you were right.

However, after tossing and turning for another 30 minutes, you were rustling in the bushes and voices near your bedroom. You shot out of bed, then peered slightly through the crack of the curtains.

You saw a head peeking out of the bushes, the main thing you noticed about the being was it's lifeless, black hole like eyes. It had no emotion and truly seemed inhuman regardless of its humanoid-like stature.

You felt your stomach drop and your heart stopped for a few moments. It twitched its head every few seconds, every time, it made your stomach twist more and more, the anxiety and fear filling you to the brim. You couldn't look away, it was almost hypnotic and left you in an awful trance with its horrifying appearance.

"Can you help me? I'm... Stuck." It said without its face moving. Your eyes widened in utter horror.

"I'm scared, please help me." It said with a loud snap of its neck, finally pulling you out of your trance. You fell onto the ground with a loud thud, you rubbed your back attempting to soothe the pain. After about a minute you got up, and went back to the curtain.

You watched as the legs of the creature disappeared from your line of sight. You weren't sure if you truly saw that, maybe you were truly going insane you couldn't tell anymore.

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You awoke in a cold sweat to your alarm blaring into your ears. You groaned, turning it off. You didn't remember crawling back into bed, was it a nightmare? You shook it off. It was just because of the fear you felt last night, it just made you bring it into your dreams.

You stood up and got ready. You looked awful, but attempted to fix it with some makeup. You wore some more dramatic makeup, especially around the eyes. You wore some eyeliner, smudged it a little and combed your hair. You then applied some lip gloss and grabbed some random clothes from your closet.

You decided to call your boss. You knew it would be better to tell him yourself than someone else. You made it sound less bizarre and brushed it off. You didn't want to lose any shifts if he thought you needed a break.

After attempting to cover the tremble in your breath as you explained the situation, you walked to your car and headed to work. You've been taking longer shifts to earn more money. You would've left earlier yesterday if you could've but apparently that... Thing had to show up.

You stepped out of the car, the harsh winter wind making you shiver. You felt ill as you walked to the door. You had to go in though, you knew there was no other choice.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, you were swapping shifts with one of your coworkers. Your shifts often start from 6pm to 12am. The theatre often closes at 10pm, which then gives you a couple hours to do some cleaning. Sometimes you do have to stay overtime, however, which can be a bit frustrating.

As you stepped inside your coworker greeted you. Another one was working as the cashier, which you also did but in between movies you gave a quick clean to the theatre room. The other coworker leaves at 10pm, which then leaves you alone in the building.

You plopped down next to them at the register, asking how busy it was.

They sighed, scratching the back of their head. "Surprisingly, not many. A lot of people are too scared to come down this way."

"Huh? Why?"

"I'm surprised you don't know. Last night there was another disappearance nearby. The police are on high alert and people are freaking out."

"How'd they figure out they disappeared so quickly? Doesn't it normally take longer?"

"Well... It makes more sense when you know that there were screams at 2am coming from their house."

"I guess so... Sucks knowing I'm gonna be in this creepy place in the middle of the night." You grumbled, leaning back on the chair.

"Better you than me man, I'd rather quit than do that shit."

"Wow so comforting of you, thanks." You rolled your eyes, drawing on a random piece of paper to distract you.

"Yeah yeah, at least I'm being truthful! Honestly it's kinda shitty boss is still telling you to continue your shift.

"Ehh, it's fine. I need the money anyway, so the more hours the better."

"Your time not mine, just keep an eye out."

"Was planning on doing that. Also, do you think boss is going to be more of a tight ass? I hate having to have half the place pitch black while cleaning. Not the safest or efficient way to do it."

"I'm sure more people will come in the next few weeks, let's just hope the next disappearance is further away."

"I can pray, maybe god will damn help me this time." You murmur, tapping the pencil against the desk.

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Very few people came in, only maybe 20 compared to the normal 100 or more. It meant you had less to clean, so maybe... You'll be able to leave earlier. And won't have to be in this uncomfortable place anymore. You can only pray.

As the shift passed, some people were on edge, but overall seemed fine. One child must've overheard about what happened recently, as they were scared, their eyes wide, they grabbed their mothers arm and attempted to pull them away from this place.

The mother rolled her eyes, saying they were safe since it was daylight.

"Monsters don't come out during the day, darling. You'll be fine. And there's other people here, they'll make sure to protect you." She leans down and pats her daughter on the head. "I promise you'll be okay sweetheart, it's just a movie theatre."

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As night crept in, you started to slowly dread being there more and more. It started to slowly consume your thoughts, of what could potentially happen if you were left alone once more in this building. You hoped that since there wasn't as many people, you had more of a chance of being able to clean faster. And therefore, be able to leave earlier.

As your coworker left and put the closed sign up, you felt your stomach sink. You were sure that you were fucked. But what else could you do? You had to do your job. You had to do it regardless of what you wanted.

You went to the janitors closet, pulling the strings which turned the light on. It was rather claustrophobic. Dust had built up after what seemed like years of not being cleaned. You grabbed the vacuum and left the closet, and went over towards the front desk. You started there, and moved towards the movie room then upstairs. You were hyper aware of your surroundings, you couldn't help but feel on edge after last night. Every tap on the windows or hum of the electricity made you feel sick.

Once you were done vacuuming, out started to mop the floors. You wanted to listen to music, but you were afraid of not hearing if someone was lurking inside. You wanted to know what was happening around you.

After you did the basics, you sat down for a bit and wondered if you could get away with leaving the theatre like this. It's not like your boss comes in everyday.

You eventually decided to leave the place as is, you didn't feel safe being in there any longer. You instantly grabbed your handbag, but noticed your keys were missing and so was your phone... And wallet.

You felt bile instantly run up your throat. That awful feeling of knowing you were truly at another's mercy started to suffocate you. You panicked, looking under the desk, in the janitor's closet... Nothing. It was nowhere. You attempted to calm yourself down, saying you just misplaced it. That's all you did. There was nothing lurking around the corner watching your every move waiting to pounce and kill you.

You were fine. Just fine.

How the hell was everything missing? There's no way it all fell out when it was closed, and that it's been in the same spot since you got here.

You rushed around the building, searching everywhere for your stupid belongings. And in the middle of the already awful experience, you started to hear tapping on the windows. It was slow and intentional.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You went over towards it, moving the curtains. Nothing was there, but the bushes did move slowly. Those same, dead eyes pearing at you. That's when you realised everything you've witnessed was real.

Something was after you.

And you had no idea what the fuck it was, it definitely wasn't human. No humans neck twists like that, no human has the void-like holes, where no ounce of light can go through.

It slowly crept out of the bush, it's mangled limbs moving in unnatural, inhuman positions as it came towards the window.

It has already came in before, why the fuck was it trying to come in again? It could come in before, what now? Was there more than one? What did it want? Did it just get off on scaring you?

You stepped back, feeling like how you did the night before.

"No... No no. No." You murmured, grabbing the phone that hung on the wall. You attempted to dial the emergency services, but the lines were down. You shook your head, you had to have something to defend yourself from that... Thing. All these awful thoughts came into your mind. Of what it could do, of what it wanted.... And what it's true form was.

You heard popping sounds from the other side of the window.

"Can... You help me?"

Those distorted voices sent a shiver down your spine. That unnatural, disgusting sound.

You slowly glanced over your shoulder at the monster. It had the most awful, disgusting grin which showed all its teeth. It's disfigured head and body contorted as it started to tap on the window again.

"I... Need your... Help."

It said as it cocked its head.

"I am... Scared." It's mouth twitched wider. Both it's hands were placed on the window. Its face squished against it.

"I'm so scared."

If the situation wasn't serious, you would've laughed at the irony.

"Stay away from me!"

You yelled, grabbing a pair of scissors from the drawer. You pointed it towards the creature, even though you knew it was futile.

"Stay away from me!"

It mimicked, the dread which formed was sickening. It... Said the same thing. The two voices at once made it even more horrifying. The distorted sound triggered you more. It said things which were already unnerving, but it mimicked you in your tone, just slightly distorted was utterly mortifying. The fear you felt that night here and at home could never compare to this.

You decided that you had to get far away from this thing. You couldn't sit there forever, even another second was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and rot. A being like that shouldn't exist.

You ran up the stairs, you felt it's... Sockets following your figure, analysing every movement. You went into the bathrooms and slammed the door shut. You locked the door, then moved over to the window. You glanced outside, and saw that it was clear.

You heard fast, but light footsteps coming from outside. You knew it was toying with you. You knew it enjoyed the chase and it made you feel sick.

The tapping continued once more, but this time at the bathroom door.

"I'm scared... Why won't you help me?"

"What do you want from me?!" You screamed back, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at the door.

"I'm stuck."

The more you listened to it, the more its voice sounded normal and close to human. You rapidly shook your had, murmuring to yourself.

"No, no this isn't happening."

It sounded so normal, its panic was so evident and felt real. Earlier it didn't, what was going on?!

You felt dizzy, your vision started to become slightly blurry. You collapsed onto the ground, in front of one of the bathroom stalls.. Your head thumped, the pain made you groan. You knew you had to get out, that's the only thing you could do. You weren't sure what was going on anymore. You had to get out.

You slowly stood up, holding onto the edge of the stall. You moved towards the window, contemplating how you were going to get down. There were bushes underneath, but you knew you were screwed if you landed wrong. There were no other options unless you wanted to face that thing. You slowly opened the window, attempting to be quiet just in case the... Thing will hear. To your relief it made no noise. You slowly placed your legs over, holding onto the edge tightly. You took a deep breath then pushed yourself off.

You groaned as your body hit the floor hard, causing pain to radiate through you. you groaned, knowing your body was going to be covered in bruises. You hissed as you slowly sat up. You brushed the twigs off of your shirt, then used the brick wall to attempt to help yourself up. You moved around the outside of the building, attempting to be quiet.

You knew you couldn't use your car, you had no idea how to hotwire it. The only option you had was to walk home, well, better run.

You started to sprint away, ignoring every aching muscle and joint. You gritted your teeth as you forced your legs to move. You occasionally glanced over your shoulder, and to your relief, saw nothing there. You started to slow down when you felt safer since you were further away from that thing.

You leaned over, placing your hands on your knees as you took deep breaths. You felt dizzy, but knew you had to get home. After a minute, you started to walk again. As you walked down the street, occasionally you spotted cars driving by or the really odd person or two walking by. You always held the scissors tight, regardless of how much it dug into your skin.

Eventually, you got to your home. You searched your pockets for your keys, then remembered you lost them at the theatre. You hoped that thing wouldn't find them. You went to the backyard and grabbed them from under one of the pots. You unlocked the door, then went inside.

You placed some chairs behind the front and back door under the handle. You then slipped the latch so unlocking wouldn't work. You made sure you did everything you could to prevent the thing from coming inside.

You felt relieved once you glanced around knowing that you were safe.

So you could finally have a good sleep, you went to have a warm shower. You washed away all the dirt from your skin, watching as the dirt slowly went down the drain. You sat in the warmth, soaking up the comfort from it for as long as you can. You sat in the shower for a while till the hot water ran out, forcing you to go back into the cold. Reminding you of the bitter reality you'll have to face eventually.

You got dressed then went to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the utensil drawer. You tapped the point, dragging your finger across the blade. You wanted to make sure it'd actually be useful if you needed to defend yourself.

You locked your bedroom door, making sure the latch would be strong enough to keep anything out. The hairs on your skin were constantly standing. Every shadow and movement puts you on edge. Your own home didn't make you feel safe, only the slightest bit safer than if you were to be outside.

You walked over to your bedside drawer, then placed the knife on top of it.. You left the lamp which sat beside you on. You pulled open one of the draws and grabbed one of your old alarms since your phone was lost.

You haven't used it for so long it took a while to figure it out. Once you set it, you laid down in bed. You stared at the ceiling, getting dragged into your thoughts. You occasionally focused on shadows that danced on your walls, wondering if one of them will ever be the creature which tortured your emotions hours before.

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#yandere x reader #yandere the Unknown #yandere dbd #yandere #the unknown x reader #the unknown #dbd x reader

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 9 months

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Heey, back again with Chapter 6 :) Nothing too major goin on here, really. Nothing actually important happens until later. @itsberrydreemurstuff, @bibooby, and @laegume, I saved you all seats. (Also, @andyssilly, thought I might tag you in case you don't see this.)

Uh, before I start our little performance, I have a few lil things I'd like to say reaaal quick. The first is thaaaat... *brp bada brp brp brp boooo (that was a trumpet noise if you couldn't tell)* I have a tag for the fic now! I tagged all the chapters under the title "Where the Stars Don't Shine", so if you type it into my lil thing, it should come up! I'll probably pin a post with a the chapters linked eventually, I just keep forgetting to do it. And the second thing is slightly less important, but thought I might put it here anyways. Guys, I post polls sometimes that help me make decisions on things regarding the chapters. Nothing major, of course, just small tidbits and whatnot, but I'd really appreciate it if more people could vote on those. It's cool though, I don't mind.

Anyways, that's all for now, I guess! Soooo...

On with the show!

Word Count: 1,514

The day thankfully passes by without much issue, though truthfully you were in a daze for most of it. All you remember is the lights being unusually bright (you thought nothing of it) and a puppet show. Sun hadn’t spoken to you since your wake-up, which was a bit of a relief.

Cleaning had been a bit slower on your end. You think Sun had mentioned it at some point, though you could be mistaken. You know for a fact that he told you not to bring your pills to work on account of the kids getting access to them after you took one to ease the sharp throbbing in your head that had not let up after your nap. Strangely, you felt worse afterwards. You were sorely tempted to put in your earbuds, if only to block out that awful buzzing. You refrained, however; you really didn’t need Sun chastising you for the third time today.

You said good night, getting no response, and left. You don’t remember getting home, but you do remember trying to find something to eat in your nearly bare pantry. You found some eggs and semi-decent bread, made french toast, and passed out.

The pounding is not evaded today, either. Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it takes effort to keep your eyes open. You splash some water on your face as a temporary fix, drink a bit of cough medicine to fight back your sore throat, and head to work.

You head straight for the desk, not bothering to say good morning to the animatronic in charge this time. Your bag hits the floor with a hard thunk, and you open it. You hope you thought to pack a lunch earlier, though you seriously doubt it with your frazzled state.

Evidently, the source of the noise is actually a brick. You’re not even sure how you managed it, but it does explain why it felt so heavy to lug around. You assume it’s Moon’s work and think little else of it, placing it off to the side before Sun spots it and accuses you of vandalism or burglary or something.

From the things you actually packed, most are your typical. Laptop, two books instead of one, earbuds, keys, your phone, and a second set of clothes. No lunch, though you weren’t expecting that one. You do find a granola bar instead, and tuck it in your pocket for safekeeping. Maybe you could eat it on the break you never used.

You interest yourself in the books you brought. You’d already read (book) from cover to cover a dozen times over, but one more couldn’t hurt. The other was one of your additions for the children, and something you were hoping Moon would approve of as well. You hadn’t seen a copy of Brambly Hedge anywhere, but you’d love’d it when you were growing up. They’d liked the Peter Rabbit copy you’d put in, so with any luck, this one would garner a similar reaction.

You remind yourself to bring something for your coworker some other time. Moon may be a prick, but he seemed to get pretty bored when the children fell asleep. Perhaps something to keep him occupied would help, and maybe even get him off your back when the lights cut. What kind of books would he like, though? He’d stolen one of your Sherlock Holmes novels in your first month of work, and you’d caught him peeking over your shoulder on several different occasions when you’d brought your gothic horrors and dystopians, which also tended to mysteriously disappear. You couldn’t just walk up to him and ask, though. Asking either of them for something hardly ever went well.

You brush off the thought and remind yourself to actually request some funding for an idea you’d gotten some time back. The Daycare, action packed and entertaining as it was, didn’t really have much reading material outside of little kiddie books featuring corporate’s mascots, and while you weren’t opposed to donating your old children’s books, some newer ones would probably be more appealing. You’d noticed that Moon also seemed to enjoy the greater variety. He tended to gravitate towards classics and fables for naptime, though you made sure to only plant a few at a time do as not to arouse suspicion. You were pretty sure they thought it was the higher-ups’ doing, and you weren’t going to be the one to correct them.

You whip around, scanning the Daycare for any sign of the animatronic before taking off with the book in hand, shelving it among the other books you’d brought. You walk back to the desk, feeling almost proud of yourself, until a voice pipes up behind you. “Friieeend, what are you dooing?”

For the record, despite what the security cameras captured, you did not screech and trip over nothing.

You flip over and jump back up onto your feet, hastily responding to fend off any conclusion he’d make about this. “Who’s doing something? Me? No, I’m not doing anything, nothing at all.”

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at aaaall, nice going.

Sun’s faceplate turns, static grin growing wider with each click. “Reeeally now? Because it seems to me like you were trying to sneak something from the shelf.”

Great. Now he thinks you’re a thief.

You shake your head frantically, crossing your arms to further prove a point. “No, no I’m not, promise.” Yeah, that’ll help, Y/N, way to seem like a criminal.

His face reverts to its normal position, and you think you’re in the clear (until) he speaks up again. “Glad to be wrong then! Still, I think I’d rather be safe than sorry. You wouldn’t mind if I checked, would you?”

This smug little- You shoot him a strained smile and a thumbs-up that does not display your panic in any way. “Nnnnnnope, go right ahead!”

His own smile stretches. He stoops down to your height and surveys the shelf, default smile forming an unreadable expression that you’re not sure you want to uncover the meaning of. He speaks after a few moments. “This wasn’t here earlier.” He taps the spine of the newly added Brambly Hedge on the shelf for emphasis.

You swallow, arms locked at your sides. You question whether you’d prefer him accusing you of thievery or stupidity.

He pulls it out and flips through the pages, gaze snapping back to you quizzically.

“How did it get here?” He muses out loud, putting you on the spot with a look that makes you freeze.

Your brain races to find an acceptable response other than the actual truth, and lying will only get you in more trouble.

You pause. Moon can’t know.

“Is Moon listening?” you probe.

He pauses, rays doing a half-spin before he responds, “Not at the moment.”

You seriously doubt that, but it’ll have to do.

You’re so screwed.

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, rushing what you want to say at speeds that leave your lungs gasping as you stumble over your words. “I noticed the older kidsandsometimesMoon get bored so I thought I could bring some booksforthemfromhome but I haven’t asked management forper-permissionyetIwasgonnadothatintoday’sreportsorryandthekidsreallylikedperterrabbitsoithoughtmaybethey’dlikethisonetoopleasedon’ttellmoonormanagementIcan’tlosethisjob.”

Your eyes are tightly screwed shut by the end of your tirade, hands clenched into fists. You peek an eye open to find Sun not in front of you, but on the other side of the room.

Yep, you are so dead when naptime rolls around.

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Sun was at a sort of standstill with this new information. You were the one responsible for those books mysteriously piling up on their shelves, out of your own pocket, and you hadn’t thought to ask management?

He hadn’t been lying when he told you Moon was absent: his brother was never active when Sun was out, preferring to stay offline unless called upon.

He should tell Moon. This was probably something he’d want to know, something that could possibly get you fired.

He paused. Would it get you fired? On one hand, you were required to report everything, including any changes you requested. On the other, you were the one paying for said changes, which meant the company didn’t have to do it themselves. If anything, they’d probably just issue you off with a warning and make you pay for everything.

Besides, while the Daycare was practically perfect in his humble opinion, he did have to admit he appreciated the new additions, and he wasn’t going to refuse the benefits, even if they were from you.

Sun had a feeling his brother wouldn’t agree.

Another lightbulb flickered on in his head. You’d bought the books. He wondered what else you’d brought under the guise of management.

He sighed, conflicted. You were right, the kids did like Peter Rabbit, along with every other book you’d brought in.

He supposed he could keep this little revelation to himself. Not for you, he reasoned, but for the kids. And speaking of the kids, a handful of them were already entering through the doors now, signaling the start of the day.

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Aaaaand that's a wrap! Hope that was up to standard :) Y/N seems to be getting a little worse, hehehe...and I suuure hope Moon doesn't find out about all this, that would make for an interesting confrontation...But yeah, the Assistant's basically been funding most of the stuff for the Daycare at this point. They buy groceries when Management forgets to, restocks for emergency supplies and cleaning stuff, and buys new things for the kids sometimes.

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #Moondrop x reader #Sundrop x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf sun x y/n #Where the Stars Don't Shine

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Ms. Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Age gap

Summary: There's a subtle chemistry brewing between Y/n and Natasha. Lingering touches and wandering eyes keep things interesting between the pair. However something is stopping them from making any significant moves on each other. Natasha's son, James, otherwise known as Y/n's best friend.

Pt2 Pt3

Masterlist

Attraction is not always controlled. Though we like to think that there are features and factors we are consistently attracted to, we don't get to choose which people have those features or factors.

For example, let's say someone likes green eyes and it just so happens their school bully has green eyes. Though they hate the bully, some of them might be looking forward to catching a glimpse of their green eyes.

For Y/n, it was more complex than a school bully. Her interests were more taboo. She couldn't help it, Natasha Romanoff was the definition of attractive.

Everything about the woman made Y/n flustered. There had been many nights where she laid in her own bed, screaming the red head's name as she played with herself.

There were two things that worked against Y/n's impulses. Natasha was at least 16 years her senior, and she was her best friend's mother.

Ms. Romanoff was a single mother to her friend James. A friend she had since middle school. She had always known Ms. Romanoff was attractive, even back then. It was simpler when Y/n only knew that Natasha was pretty.

However, as one grows things stray away from innocence. The word pretty just didn't do her any justice as Y/n got older. Now in her sophomore year of college, it seemed like words in general were not doing Y/n justice.

" Y/n, I need your help after class," James said as Y/n worked on her assignment.

" With what?"

" Well, you know how I'm spending the next week with my grandparents?"

The girl nods.

" My mom wants the house spotless before I leave, and I could really use a hand," his voice gets higher at the end of the sentence.

Y/n sighed," You are lucky, you're my best friend. I wouldn't do this for literally anyone else."

He did a small victory dance in his seat," I was thinking you could take outside, and I take inside?"

If this were a regular house, Y/n would've argued a bit more. However, the inside of the house was huge, with plenty of rooms that were probably worse than the lawn or the pool.

" The grass and the pool, that's it."

He nodded his head vigorously," That's all I need from you."

Y/n goes back to doing her assignment," You owe me for this, Jamie."

James just chuckled," What's better payment than friendship?"

Y/n glared at him, and he raised a hand in defense," Fine, I'll buy the food the next few times we hang out."

" I get to pick the place," the girl demanded.

" You're going to drain my pockets, aren't you?"

Y/n shrugs innocently," Maybe, maybe not."

When class ends, Y/n and James head straight over to the house.

" Ma, I'm home and I brought Y/n!"

Y/n felt her heart beat pick up a little as she heard footsteps pad down the stairs. Every time she saw Ms. Romanoff, she couldn't help but let her eyes wander a little bit.

" Hi, Y/n ! I feel like it's been way too long," she trots right over to Y/n for a quick hug.

Y/n has to count a few seconds as to not make the hug longer than it has to be," Ya James never invites me over anymore, unless it's for yard work."

Natasha gasped at her son," You called her to help you clean up?"

The boy tried to defend himself," I mean, she said yes. Y/n, you know you're always welcome here. It's basically your house too, especially since you're helping clean it."

Y/n shook her head," It's no problem, Ms. Romanoff, I don't mind helping out."

" Alright, if you say so. You guys get started, and I'll fix you a nice dinner as a thank you for the hard work."

Natasha heads for the kitchen, leaving Y/n and James alone. James points upstairs," I'm going to start up there and work my way down."

Y/n claps her hands together," I'll start with the front lawn."

The two of them dispersed to their designated area. It was already pretty hot outside, before Y/n even made it to the lawnmower. She didn't mind the sweat and simply wiped it off with the bottom of her shirt.

The young woman started the lawnmower and began to trek across the large front yard.

She got three rows in before the heat became unbearable. Y/n stopped the mower and peeled her sweat covered shirt off.

" Damn Y/n, shirt off already," James peeked his head out of the window.

" It's like 80- something out here, James. I needed the relief," Y/n shouted back at him.

He squinted a little," It looks like the lawn is coming along better than upstairs."

" I've only done 3 rows."

" I know."

Y/n laughed at him and went back over the mower. She tried to start it back up, pulling the cord multiple times. Each time her muscles flexed more than the last.

" Everything ok there?" Natasha stood on the front porch.

Her eyes were predatory as the drunk in the image of Y/n. Shirtless, sweaty, with her arms flexed.

Y/n's mouth felt dry under Natasha's gaze. She walked over to the red head, maybe being a step too close.

" The mower stalled on me. I'm going to need either-"

" Motor oil or a wrench," Natasha finished the sentence, which made Y/n swallow hard.

" Ya," Y/n mumbled out.

Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth," Follow me, sweetheart."

Y/n wanted to follow the woman so badly, but she didn't trust herself at this moment. She stood in her place with her hands now in her pocket," Is it alright if I wait right here, Ms. Romanoff?"

" Are you sure?"

Y/n's breathing picked up, unable to speak, she just nodded. Y/n's eyes watched as Natasha walked with a little switch in her step. Her ass peeking out of the bottom of her shorts.

When she disappeared, Y/n gave herself a little slap in the face," Get it together, Y/n. You know this is wrong."

Y/n waited patiently for Natasha to return, until she heard a crash. She didn't hesitate following the woman's path then.

" Ms. Romanoff are you alright?"

There were a few tools scattered on the floor. It looked like they had fallen from the top shelf.

She chuckled," I couldn't really reach the wrench. So I tried knocking it over and ended up making a mess."

Y/n began picking up the tools on the floor," It's my fault, I should've just come when you asked."

When Y/n's attention shifted back to Natasha, the woman was standing in front of her. However, Y/n was on her knees scrambling for the tools. She had the perfect view of the drawstring holding up Natasha's shorts.

If she wanted to, she could reach out and undo it. Her movements may have paused longer than intended.

Natasha's hand planted itself in Y/n's hair. This forced the younger girl to look up at her," Ms.Romanoff?"

" Your hair is so soft, detka."

An almost inaudible whine slipped from Y/n's lips as Natasha's Russian accent made an appearance. Y/n covered it up by clearing her throat and standing abruptly. She sat the tools she collected on the shelf.

" W-where's the wrench, Ms.Romanoff?"

Natasha re-approached the shelf, standing on her tiptoes to almost reach the top," It's somewhere up here."

Against her better judgment, she walked up right behind Natasha, leaned over the older woman to get the wrench. Her front had accidentally touched Natasha's ass.

Natasha looked up at her as she grabbed the wrench, " Y/n…"

Y/n shook her head," Um, where's the motor oil."

Natasha wanted to press on, but she didn't," I've got it sweetie, you just take the wrench."

Y/n followed Natasha's directions and took the wrench outside. She unscrewed the oil cap, and was able to see it was low on oil. Natasha was right behind her with the oil.

The college girl filled the reserve and tried to start the mower with the pull cord. It took three tries, but it started up again just fine.

" I guess I'll just leave you to it then. If you need anything, you can call me," Natasha looked at Y/n through her eyelashes.

" Thanks, Ms. Romanoff," Y/n's voice trembled at the end. She didn't miss the small smirk on Natasha's face as she went back inside the house.

Y/n tried to brush off that entire encounter as she mowed the lawn. However, she could feel a pair of eyes on her at certain times. When she finished, her breathing was heavy and her body was covered in sweat.

Coincidentally, at the same time, Natasha walked out of the front door with a towel and a glass of water.

" You looked a little… overheated."

Y/n grateful accepted the towel wiping her face, chest, and abdomen," I thought I was going to melt before I finished."

After wiping herself with the towel, she eagerly drank the water. Some of it even spilled down her front. Natasha was loving every second of it.

" The lawn looks amazing, right mom," James came bounding out of the house, car keys in hand.

" No, thanks to you," Y/n shot at him.

James shrugged," You said you wanted outside. I'm working so hard in the house, I ran out of supplies. I'm going to make a quick run, while you get started on the pool. I'll bring you back a Snickers."

He was already in the car before either Natasha or Y/n could respond. The gravity of the situation hit both women as soon as he pulled off.

They were alone.

#lowkeyerror #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader

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gotasenseivebeenbetrayed · 10 days

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The more I've had to sit with the album and think the more I've come to a few thoughts:

I definitely believe *most* of the songs are about multiple muses. Especially since she specifically mentioned that (was it the prologue? the acquired muses like bruises). I think it's also meant that way to throw off who the songs are about. Specifically, off the top of my head, I'm saying this for But Daddy I Love Him and I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can). On the surface they seem like they're about Matty and I do believe that might've been the initial muse but, once you really look back on her relationships it makes more sense it's about multiple. Fans have tried ruining many of her relationships, Harry was the first and Matty was the second main one. Then you have THAT side of the fanbase who hate every man she's ever been with because they aren't Karlie, Diana, or any woman for that matter. When Midnights came out, the Joe hate started a bit more and I think she's also referencing that because they were still together and she was still in denial.

As for ICFH. She does have a habit of dating men who are a bit problematic for various reasons. Jake and John were too old for her, but John was just a questionable man even if they had been closer in age. Then Harry, who was a "playboy". I honestly don't know much about who Calvin is/was so I'm not sure if he would fit in there too - obviously towards the end she realized he was an ass since he didn't want to give her credit for TIWYCF but, idk if he had some sort of reputation before that. She could also be referencing Joe because after so many years the fact he wouldn't settle down probably made her think "No, guys it's fine I'll fix him and he'll come around". And the obviously Matty.

For other songs, I think two things:

She purposefully referenced drugs and a few other things to make people think Matty as a bait and switch to protect Harry/Haylor.

Or since she does admit she was a bit manic and not thinking right, I think it's possible she did it on purpose to hurt Harry. There is/was always some sort of bad blood between Harry & Matty. Although I think it was more on Matty's side but, it's highly possible Harry was also a bit weary of Matty/Taylor and something happened between them and she spiraled, Matty love bombed her and I do believe they had probably hooked up at some point way back when and she was vulnerable and in a bad place after Joe and whatever happened with Harry and so she got with Matty as both an "eff you" to Harry and because she thought maybe Matty was better than everyone thought. Then after everything went to shit, maybe she tried reaching back oit to Harry or maybe nothing had happened between them and she genuinely thought giving Matty a shot was worth it and didn't think it'd hurt Harry and once they got together and after everything she tried reaching out to Harry, realized he was hurt over the Matty situation, they fought or she was still in a bad place to where she said "eff you" and wrote songs with the intention of "putting him in his place" because she knew fans would associate everything to Matty and it'd hurt Harry.

I definitely believe there's a lot of bait and switching. But I also believe she truly did think Matty was better than everyone thought so I believe some of the songs/lyrics are honest in her thinking that. I just don't know which ones. I alao believe a huge bait and switch is just the referencing drugs as a whole because people would automatically think Matty even though he's been very vocal about being clean and as someone who is a fan of The 1975 - it was very obvious to see the change in Matty - from when he was constantly on drugs to now being clean.

#haylor

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vinceaddams · 1 year

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top five clothing items you wish you'd wear more often, please! and the five you do wear the most, please!

Oh heck! I still have asks from that ask meme thingy I reblogged 2 weeks ago, sorry for taking so long!

Hmm, tough to choose specific things I wish I wore more often. I do have a bunch of fancy 18th century things that sit in my closet most of the time, but usually when I leave the house I'm either going to work or to the grocery store, and I don't feel like being super fancy for that. Cuff ruffles would get in the way of all the hand washing and such, and breeches would be annoying at work because I use machines with knee levers.

I guess I wish I wore my nice shoes a bit more often than just for photos, but they were expensive and I don't want to wear out the leather soles. Maybe I ought to get little rubber soles added.

Oh, and my embroidered monster waistcoat! I wish I wore that more, but it's from an older pattern that doesn't fit me very well. The embroidery is also a bit worn out in places, alas.

It's a bit difficult to know which things I wear most frequently, but here are my best guesses for right now. (My summer answers would of course be different.)

1. This brown wool waistcoat from early 2019. I wear it all the time in the cold half of the year.

Just like the monster waistcoat, it's made from a pattern I drafted before top surgery, so it really doesn't fit me anymore. It's also getting pretty shabby. I've been meaning to make some new everyday plain wool waistcoats for a while now.

(I wear that green shirt pretty often too.)

2. This cap. It's just two pieces of linen, and I made it in 2018. I like wearing caps indoors when it's cold, and also under my wool hat outdoors. It adds an extra layer of warmth, is softer than the wool hat, and protects it from my very oily scalp.

I have 3 of these caps, but this one is my favourite. It's also something I ought to make more of.

3. These pants. They're just plain black cotton fall front pants.

I could pretend I'm wearing them the most because they're fully lined and therefore warmer than my other pairs, but the fact is I've got 3 other pairs of pants with holes worn in them that I need to patch and have been avoiding for a shamefully long time. It's a pretty easy thing to fix, and I will likely put it off for several more weeks, if not more.

I feel the need to point out that not all of my wardrobe is in such a miserable state, I at least have a good amount of shirts!

4. I don't think I have any pictures of it, but my winter coat is just a plain medium grey modern (by which I mean at least a couple decades old) wool one. Here's an image I found on google of approximately the same coat.

It was my grandfather's, and is a bit too big for me, and the lining is getting pretty worn out. Someday I want to completely pick it apart, recut it, and re-sew it with a new lining, but I can't do that until I have a backup winter coat.

5. This poor flannel nightgown which has finally worn out! Just a few days ago it developed a huge hole in the back panel, and a small one by the button placket, so it's destined to be cleaning rags and/or firestarters.

The buttons might end up on another nightgown though. So I guess this is no longer a thing I can wear frequently :( In the linked post I actually made 3 nightgowns from the same pattern, and that was the medium weight one, so now I'm down to the very heavy fish print flannel one and the light rayon one, and need to make more. (A very common theme with my wardrobe things, alas. I am slow.)

But I did just finish a new nightgown this week, made from a completely different pattern that I'm quite excited about! I'll get some pictures soon!

#ask #ask meme #me #clothing

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xxdumbblondexx · 1 year

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10 - soz bestie

Master list --- Next --- Previous

Albedo continued to apologise long after cleaning your home, leaving little to no sign of a fire at all. Although you never actually asked him to, he sprung into cleaning mode and fixed everything to the point you began to question if there ever was a fire.

So now you sit in the kitchen, on top of one of the counters as Albedo scrubbed at one of the floor tiles, trying to remove the soot in the groat. You hadn't asked him to but he seemed not to stop, moving swiftly from one task to another.

All the while, Klee was still in the living room while Teucer had been sent to his room as punishment. You felt the need to look and check up on her yet felt awkward to leave Albedo alone.

“Normally, I don't allow her. She’s a handful at home, I don't wish to inflict that on another person. I’ve told her baby sisters this but it seems they didn't listen so i can only offer my---”

“If you keep apologising I swear I will actually press charges.” At that, he stalled his monologue to look up at you. The wide grin on your lips encouraged a small one that pressed into one corner of his mouth.

“So…is it only you and Klee at home?”

“At the moment. Our mother is constantly away doing work so I'm left to look after her. It’s normally not such a hassle.”

“I see.” Is the whisper that left your lips as he returned to cleaning.

“What about your parents?”

“Busy. Like your’s. They’re democrats for the Snezhnayain republic so they're always here or there. Away for long, back for short.”

Sometimes you don't see them for as long as a month. In that time, it's only you, Childe, Teucer, Tonia and Anthon knocking around the house. Childe’s incharge of getting everyone to school while you're forced to wake them up and get their food.

Sometimes your older siblings will come around and free you for a bit. Maybe look after your younger siblings so you can go out and have some fun. But they have their own lives and, some, their own family.

“It must be lonely.”

“Not really. Suddenly I'm trying to control three more people than normal. But Alexi and Vanya stop by from time to time. Take control so I can go do something.”

“That must be a relief.”

“No. Because at the end of the day, I'll still be going back to them.” With that, you slid off the counter, seeing he’d finished the last of the cleaning.

“That’s always a downside. Anyway, I'm done cleaning so I'll be leaving.” He cleared away the last of his cleaning supplies he took from a cupboard you didn't even realise existed.

“Yeah, thanks for everything. I’d be dead if it wasnt for you.” You said as you followed him through to the living room. There, on the sofa, was Klee. Fast asleep, exhausted from her evil, explosive rampage that set your house almost on fire.

With care, Albedo scooped one arm around Klee and hoisted her against him. She stirred for a minute, mumbling a,

“Don't even…think about trying to…send me home.” with a wide mouth yawn.

You had to giggle. A soft spot still resided in your heart for Klee, although clouded by her recent actions. She was still the most adorable thing to you.

“We’re home!” A yell came from your front door, only just before Tonia and Anthon charged in, one running up the stairs and the other running for the kitchen.

Not long after, your parents followed. “Ah, [Name], here you were. And you must be Abedo, Klee’s brother.” Your mother smiled at the both of you. One you knew was her classic people pleasing smile she always flaunted.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am, sir.” Albedo nodding his head in both your parents direction, selecting a smile of his own.

“Did you get up to much?” Your dad asked, placing his briefcase down on the coffee table.

“I made some cookies with them and we watched a movie.” You bluffed clean off your chest.

“Oh, that’s nice. Anyway-- wait, can you smell that?” Your mum stopped her words, sniffing the air like she was a shark that just sniffed fresh blood.

Fuck

“Um, maybe it’s the cookies, I burnt a few. Anyway, Albedo was just going so,” You placed your hand firmly on his back and pushed him for the front door.

Your parents let you pass, the two now confused by the smell that you’d grown blind to. Once you reach the door, you stop, giving it a second to say goodbyes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He began.

“Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. Please don't put me with Scaramouche or Heizou again. If you do, I will end up strangling both of them. At the same time.”

He gave you a grin, chuckling softly to not wake Klee up. It gave you a warm feeling to see him smile, like being bathed in sunlight. It was weird, kinda making you itch.

“Oh! One more thing.” He froze in his place in your driveway before turning his head back in your direction. “If you promise to take that…Jumpy-Dumpty think off her, feel free to let Klee come over again.”

“I can't make any promises. She’s pretty attached to it. But I'll see what I can do.” Another grin and it felt wrong to leave, even as he disappeared down the road.

"[NAMMMMME]"

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Hiyaaa,

I did make up the name for Childe's older siblings since there is no information about them. All that's said is that he has at least two older brothers

thanks for reading x

#genshin impact smau #genshin smau #genshin x reader #genshin impact #aether x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader

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ahjae · 1 year

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Zombie Apocalypse ft. Biko Sekai

CHAPTER 1:

Characters: Rookie, Rinne, Aysh, Suro, Rev, Toko, Nora, Yuki, Koe, Kaitou

It's been months ever since this absolute chaos occurred. The once perfectly clear sky, now grey and dull. Even though the apocalypse is quite recent, the gang adapted to the environment quite fast, still being bruised after errands but it's a learning opportunity, as long as none of them got bit, they'll survive for quite some time.

"Ah-!" Aysh flinched at the sudden pressure on her wound. "Stop moving Aysh, I'm trying to clean this cut you have.." Suro muttered while holding Aysh's wrist, keeping her arm in place. Aysh just shook her head, hissing at the stinging pain of the ointment combined with her open wound. "You two are reckless.." Suro sighed then put away the ointment and cotton back to its proper place. "We got ganged up on by a ton of zombies, what else are we supposed to do?" Someone butted into the conversation. "Maybe not be so reckless to the point where you'd get injured because of a fucking debris" Everyone sighed when Suro kept on scolding them though not paying much attention.

"I know you and Aysh are skilled with guns, but please, once you're back to running errands I want you to be a little more careful"

"I'll keep that in mind then, Rinne- Ah- ow-!" The gal flinched at the sudden pain, trying to pull away from Rinne but was pulled back. "Stay still, Rookie, I'm not done yet." Rookie whined but just stayed still 'patiently' waiting for Rinne to finish cleaning up the wounds she has.

It was quiet for a couple of minutes, no one daring to say anything— either felt too awkward or too tired; though the silence was cut off when they heard the door creaking open. "Are you four done bickering?" the director asks, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She peeked her head out the door and smiled at the four of them. "Do you need something, Toko?" Rookie looked up, meeting Toko's eyes, Toko shook her head and fully opened the door. "Just wanted to let you guys know that Rev and I cooked, so you four better hurry the fuck up”

Toko then leaves the room, "Finally, food!" Aysh complains and takes Suros hand, "WAIT IM NOT DONE WITH YOUR INJU-" Suro was cut off by the door closing leaving Rinne and Rookie alone. "Well I guess we should just fix this mess.." Rinne says as she finishes with Rookie's injury, Rinne then fixes up the medkit and gives it to Rookie to put on the shelf. "Hah, Now that we've fixed up. Lets go Rinne!" Rookie takes Rinnes hand and goes to the other room.

As Rookie opens the door, They see Toko and Rev talking about their next expedition as she also sees Suro hand feeding Aysh.

' God, how much of a baby could Aysh be.' Rookie thought while smiling awkwardly.. "Alright, so Toko, What's our plan to get materials?" Suro asks, noticing both Rookie and Rinne at the table. "Well. I've thought about it and now. I think the best decision is for you and Rinne to go. Me and Rev will defend our base. Does that sound good for tomorrow's expedition?" Toko says while making eye-contact with both Suro and Rinne, "But can't we help them?" Aysh asks "Well, it shows that YOU AND ROOKIE. Are a bit too hyper on the battlefield." Toko glared at Aysh

"Urgh.. Alright then." Aysh rolls her eyes.

Everyone took their own plates and utensils and started to scoop up some food before sitting down on their chairs.

"Haah! I'm stuffed!" Rookie says while yawning with Rev silently giggling "Everyone had their food I assume?" He asked and everyone nodded. "Let's head to our rooms then" Rev suggested. "Alright! Goodnight everybody!" Aysh and Suro enter the room they share and go to sleep.

Time skip ..

"Hey Suro, you have the stuff ready?" Rinne asks while putting a bat in her backpack, "Mhm, I have" Suro assures Rinne while loading the bullets into his gun. "Alright, we're all set up. Bye Toko, Rev , and Aysh!' 'Rinne says, waving at them while heading for the door, "Alright bye Suro!" Aysh says and continues to kiss Suro ``REALLY? RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME?" Toko says disgusted, Aysh just stuck her tongue out at Toko and waved at the two heading off

"Alright so, we have to get to the store right?" Rinne asks while walking "Mhm, Since we've already gone there, I have a map on how long and far it takes to go there." Suro says while looking for any zombies that are nearby. They both continue to walk, "Huh, is it me or I hear something loud?" Rinne asks while looking around. "But I don't see any-" A small group of zombies suddenly come forward into Rinne and Suros' view. "Or.. Yes you may be right Rinne.."

"Alright! Time to clean you guys up" Rinne says while heading in with a bat but keeping a close distance, "I'll back you up, Rinne."

In no time, Suro and Rinne defeated all of them. "Haah.. Finally..!" Rinne says while cooling down. "Fufu, you did excellent Ri-"

(FUCK YOU!!)"PUTANGINA MO!!!!"

A scream was heard from the left,

"I DONT FUCKING CARE, KASALANAN MO TO KAITOU"

(THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT KAITOU)

A second person screams at the so-called 'Kaitou' person. Both Rinne and Suro come close, "Hello, Are you guys also survivors?"

"AAAAAAAAAA- '' Kaitou was cut off by the other person covering his mouth. "Uhm, Yeah! We are.." The person covering Kaitous mouth confirms the question.

"Can't believe you two have the time to argue in such circumstances.." Rinne muttered while still keeping an eye on the surroundings. "If you don't mind me asking, '' Suro started, earning more of the two survivor's attention. "What are you two uhmm.. bickering.. about?" As soon as Suro asked, a boy scoffed, glaring at his 'friend' before answering. "We were being chased down by a few zombies so we tried to fight it, but that 'few' zombies instantly turned into dozens so I insisted that we should run and hide but this idiot-" He cut his sentence off to smack the back of his companion's head.

("Ow- You bitch!") "Ow- Punyeta ka!" The other cussed, rubbing the back of his head, but the boy paid no attention and kept telling the story. "-wanting to be the hero, decided to run head on to the crowd of zombies, this bastard actually has a death wish." Suro and Rinne looked at each other then back at the duo then back at each other. It was silent for a couple of minutes before Rinne chimed in. "Do you two.. have anywhere to stay?" They shook their heads and Suro immediately looked at Rinne. "I- Let's talk somewhere" Rinne nervously laughed and grabbed Suro's arm. "You two stay there, run to us if you need anything" He said before dragging Suro away.

"Is there a problem, Rinne?"

"Not really, I know you want to invite them to the shelter but.." Rinne trailed back. "I don't think Rookie and the others are going to be fond of them.." Suro cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think that?" Before Rinne can answer, Suro added. "Without sounding biased." The comment made Rinne a tad bit flustered but continues to explain anyways. "For starters, the noise or ‘bickering’, whatever you call it. It will attract a handful of zombies if not more, and if we take them to the shelter, considering it isn't all that big... knowing some of our members are a bit sensitive when it comes to loud noises" Rinne explained, his voice getting quieter and quieter the more he proceeds.

"You have a point on the first part" Suro taps his fingers on his chin. "But the second part.. list a few member"

"Rev, Rookie, Yuki, sometimes Toko"

"Aren't they all loud individuals themselves?" Suro looked at Rinne. "That doesn't mean they don't enjoy peace and quiet." Rinne sighed and looked back at the duo who was just chatting at a volume only the two can hear. "As for the size of a shelter" Suro chimed. "Yuki and I found a location just in case we find survivors, we can always go there.. Fortunately, Toko agreed we can move there" Suro smiled.

"And you didn't even tell me?" Rinne looked offended, rolling his eyes and puffing his cheeks a bit. "It was supposed to be the topic for tomorrow's meeting," Suro chuckled and walked in the direction of the two. "I have no space to argue huh?"

"None."

The duo saw Suro and Rinne walking back to their direction, one of them waving at them with a smile. "I forgot to ask," One of them started. "What.. are your names?" He asked nervously. "How rude of me to not introduce ourselves. I am Suro and this is my partner, well partner for today: Rinne" Rinne waved his hand at them. "and you two are?"

"Koe and this wanna be hero is Kaitou" Koe simply introduced. "What brings you two here?" Koe asks once again "Well, we were on an expedition, that's it. Wasn't expecting to run into some survivors" Rinne giggled when he saw Koe nudging Kaitou. "Well since we're here, why don't you come with us and help with the expedition?" Rinne offered which had Koe accepting immediately but leaving Kaitou skeptical.

"Kaitou?"

"I don't trust it." He crosses his arms and looks away. "How would I know you're not gonna stab me in the back or something?" Koe rolled his eyes at his friend's antics and insisted that they just leave him be. "Alright, suit yourself. Let's go" Koe started walking, having the two follow behind.

"Eh?! Oi! What the fuck?!" Kaitou began running up to them without hesitation, leading the three in a fit of laughter.

Once the laughing had died down the four just chit chatted the whole walk to the market.

"When you recruited people, did they immediately trust you?" Kaitou asks and Rinne shakes his head in response. "It's normal for people to distrust us, especially with what's going on" The two nodded.

"That reminds me of the first time we recruited Rookie."

Suro chuckled at the thought. "The moment she saw us, she pointed a gun at Nora" Suro then shook his head.

"It is quite an impression," Rinne smiled. "Anyways we're here"

——

Rev looked at the clock then sighed. "What's wrong?" Nora popped out of nowhere and asked. "Suro and Rinne are taking their sweet time, hm?" He chuckled and continued to clean the weapons that's laid down in front of him on a table. "Rookie is definitely gonna freak out when Rinne comes home injured" Nora teased and sat next to Rev.

"Oh definitely"

The two started to joke around, not noticing a person had stepped out of their room and came to check up on them.

"Nora?" A voice called out from the kitchen and Nora immediately looked up. "Yuki?" She called back, getting up from her seat and walking to the kitchen; there, she spotted Yuki. "You wanna eat?" They offered Nora a plate and Nora, not wanting to be rude, just agreed to eat with Yuki.

A couple minutes passed and Rookie stepped out of the room, hair drenched and a towel on top of her head. "Hm?" She looked around the room. "Are they not back yet"

"I was surprised, myself.'' Rev chimed in as he was putting away his cleaning tools. "I see" She sighed and walked to the kitchen— grabbing an energy drink from the fridge, popping it open before drinking it.

"Rookie in distress" Nora giggled at her own comment. "A bit stressed, yeah" Rookie gave Nora and Yuki a quick smile before sipping the drink in her hand.

Soon enough— they heard the jiggling of the door knob and revealed Suro, Rinne and two new faces. Though Rookie could care less about the two new faces as she puts down her drink and instantly approaches Rinne, wrapping her arm around Rinne's waist and pulling him into a chaste kiss. Suro cleared his throat and Rinne pulled away, panting a bit— a face red and flustered. Rookie rolled her eyes and grabbed Rinne's hand and dragged him to their shared bedroom.

"Off they go.." Rev commented then got up to greet the two new people. "Hello, I assume Suro and Rinne recruited you. I am Rev, one of the survivors if that wasn't obvious" He held out his hand to Koe and Koe gladly shook it. "Hello! I'm Koe and this is my friend Kaitou, I'm glad there's more survivors than just the two of us" Koe smiled. Kaitou noticed the two people occupying the kitchen. "So exactly how many people are in here?" He asks, looking at Suro who just shrugged. "Honestly, I lost count" He laughed and picked up the bag filled with materials and foods. "Help me with these Rev" He instructed and Rev followed suit.

"I'll inform Toko that there's new people" Nora stood up and walked to where the Director's room is located. Yuki got up grabbing two cups of water and some snacks. They walked up to the two boys and led them to the couch and placed the snacks and water on the coffee table. "We're most likely going to have a meeting so we can all introduce each other," Yuki said, resting a hand on their hips. "Don't look so nervous now, we won't bite." Yuki then chuckled. "You two can relax now, we're all safe here" Yuki assured and walked to the Director's room and knocked.

"Come in" They heard Toko yell out, opening the door which revealed Toko and Nora having a little chat in the bedroom. "I heard there's new people?" Toko asks and Yuki nodded. "Yeah, I can tell they're a bit nervous but that's no surprise" Yuki smiled softly and Toko nodded. "We might have a meeting tonight" She said while tapping a finger on the desk.

"I thought you'd say that" Yuki then leaned against the wall and admired Nora. "Make them feel at home for the time being" Toko reminded them and the two followed.

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reallygrossstuff · 30 days

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can u pls write dirk going into jake's house while jake is like in the bathroom, and picks up some cursed object (maybe like one of those ancient statues that look like a fat woman with big tits) that transforms him into an ultra confident fatty with a huuuuge gut and big milky tits. still goes by he/him, just has big breasts that are absolutely leaking. perhaps with jake also coming out and seeing dirk, and dirk seduces him and jake falls head over heels. thank u!!!

Those Venus of Willendorf statues are really funny, thanks for reminding me about them! I hope you enjoy, there isn't a lot of characterisation just because of the length but hopefully he's confident enough for you!

"Make yourself at home!" Jake smiled wide, waving Dirk off as he left the room. "I'll be out once I've washed up a little, sorry for the delay."

"Don't sweat it, man." Dirk shrugged, watching Jake step into the hall. "I get it, I should've called ahead. Don't rush yourself just for me."

"All the same, I won't be long!" Jake retreated down the hallway and out of sight, leaving Dirk alone in the trophy room as the sound of running water reached his ears.

They hadn't been on Earth C for long, but Jake had already managed to amass a notable collection. It was missing the pelts, heads and horns that he'd bragged to Dirk about collecting on his island - apparently hunting was only fun when the creatures were truly dangerous, and being a god took away from that somewhat - but the space had been more than filled with various cultural artefacts. Running his finger across the edge of a shelf, Dirk could see medallions, casts of wall carvings and other small trinkets taking up every bit of space in the room.

Jake was clearly proud of his collection, but he hadn't done much to keep it untouched. Nothing was behind glass or cordoned off, probably so he could pick up any of his prizes without delay. Dirk had watched Jake heft many of the objects in this room while regaling him with a story of its provenance, almost always ending with Jake relieving it from a lost ruin or rescuing it from being lost under a new development project.

Dirk was familiar with most of the items in the room, but there was always something being swapped in or out that caught his eye. Today it was a statuette still on Jake's work table, apparently so recent it hadn't even been found a place yet.

As Dirk approached to look at it, he was reminded of photographs he'd seen of old Venus statues from his own Earth. The figure was squat and lacking in details, only identifiable as a woman by its large breasts. These breasts sat on top of a round belly, which seemed to be the most carefully carved part of the whole statue. Dirk could see the shape of multiple defined rolls cut into the grainy stone, as well as an indentation for the statue's navel.

There were disposable gloves left on the table next to the statuette, but it looked clean enough. Interested in a closer look, Dirk reached out and grabbed it.

Click!

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Shutting off the tap, Jake frowned as he dried his hands. He could've sworn he'd heard something, but the sound wasn't familiar and it didn't repeat. Shaking his head, he made sure he was totally clean before opening the bathroom door and walking out.

"Dirk, are you still in the trophy room?" He called out, heading towards the room in question. "I'm all washed up now, so we can get-"

His breath caught in his throat as a figure stepped through the doorway, barely fitting. "Get what? If it isn't 'get food' or 'get to bed', it can probably wait."

The man standing in the hall couldn't possibly have been Dirk, except for all the ways it had to be. He still had the same gelled hair, and the same pointed shades, but everything else was completely changed.

For one, he was taller than Jake now. The two had previously been of a height, with Jake less than an inch taller. Now Jake needed to tip his head up to fix Dirk with a look of disbelief, the other man having more than a full head of height over him.

As tall as Dirk had gotten, though, he'd grown twice as much in width. There was no polite way to say it - in the space of a minute, Dirk had gotten unbelievably fat. His clothes had been reduced to shreds, scraps of denim stuck between his thighs and the remains of a shirt hanging off his shoulders speaking to an explosive growth.

Every part of Dirk was fat, from a round face that wobbled when he spoke to tree-trunk thighs that had dragged against each other as he stepped into the hall. By far his largest feature, though, was his massive doughy gut. It hung in front of him, an apron of flab sagging down to his knees. Jake swallowed thickly, realising that belly was all that currently preserved Dirk's modesty.

Dirk's belly was indulgently round, its surface only marred by the deep navel currently making eyes at Jake. Jake knew Dirk had scars, but the miles and miles of skin on display for him was all perfectly unmarked. Not a single cut or ripple or speck of acne distracted from the most basic fact of how huge Dirk's middle was.

Jake tried to tear his eyes up to Dirk's face, but they got caught along the way. Sitting splayed across the top of Dirk's gut were a pair of equally affecting breasts, larger and more shapely than any he'd seen before. They were fat, yes, but that only meant they were rounder, heavier, sitting more appealingly on top of Dirk's belly. As Jake stared helplessly, he realised that each of Dirk's large, puffy nipples was starting to leak fluid.

Well, he definitely wasn't going to think about that!

"Dirk, what - what on Earth happened to you?!" Jake asked helplessly, taking a step back as if that would make him easier to take in.

"Me? Who knows." Dirk shrugged with an uncharacteristic lack of care, putting his hands on his hips. He looked down, seeming to notice for the first time how wide he was and how much his flabby fingers sank into his body. His only reaction was to smile, leaving his hands where they were. "If I knew I'd do it again, are you seeing me right now?"

"Er, yes, I certainly am 'seeing you'. I could see a little less of you if you wanted to find some clothes that fit?"

"Sounds boring." Reaching up, Dirk began tugging the last scraps of cloth off of his body, even the slight motion causing his breasts and gut to sway from side to side. "I'm not interested in covering up. Is it distracting you?"

"Quite a bit, yes." Jake's voice came out squeakier than he'd intended it, especially when Dirk took a lumbering step closer. Jake could only watch as his body bounced with the motion, Dirk's gut swinging up and plunging down only a foot away from Jake's body.

This close, Jake could just about see Dirk's eyes through his shades. There was all the sharp wit and intellect of normal in them, but as Jake stared, he thought he could see… something else. Something simpler. "Good," he drawled, reaching out and cupping Jake's face in one soft, pudgy hand. "Do you want to let me distract you some more? If you keep acting cute, I might let you have a taste.

Jake swallowed thickly, watching milk pool atop Dirk's gut before dribbling down his front. He knew it was on him to be the voice of reason, to say that something was obviously amiss and Dirk's opinion on the matter couldn't be trusted. He needed to pull the brakes on this whole situation and get things sorted.

Wetting his lips, Jake said, "Do you think you'll still fit on the bed?"

Dirk's lips curled slowly upwards. "Not a chance, but let's try it anyway."

#really gross stuff #homestuck #fatstuck #dirk strider #jake english #weight gain

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Bad Apple Brain thoughts...

Warning: Fighting, descriptions, etc.

The idea starts with Ivy as the starter. She's writing when she hears something and turns, before she knows it, she falls into the void and the song starts.

"Ever on and on, I continue circling... With nothing but my hate and the carousel of agony!" It cuts to Marguerite laughing while drinking tea with Hollyhock when her cup drops and the scene cuts. "Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing and suddenly I see that I can't break free, I'm..." It shows Lilium holding her chest as her soul glows and she holds it out but then it cracks and chains grasp her wings and soul.

"Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity... With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony." Belladonna shows up as she spins and frees her hair out of a ponytail. "To tell me who I am! Who I was! Uncertainty enveloping my mind." It shows Eucalyptus crossing her arms when she looks at the camera and turns and she fixes her mask and walks. "Till I can't break free and..."

"Maybe it's a dream, maybe nothing else is real... But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel." It shows Willow admiring a sword and cleaning it. "So I'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside and I wish I could live feeling nothing but the night..." The camera pans over to Primrose who is mending some clothes, she perks up and smiles.

"You could tell me what to say, you could tell me where to go... But I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know." It shows Blossom and Heliconia on their ship ordering their respective crews before talking. "If I make another move, there'll be no more turning back... Because everything would change, and it all would fade to black!" Celadine sighs as she looks at Clemensia. Clemensia smiles as they join hands and then points off somewhere.

"Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night? Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light?" It shows Floryn humming as she opens one book, and uses her magic to open another, her fingers graze over the pages before she turns as the scene cuts. "Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay or should I go? I've forgotten how to tell, did I ever even know?" It shows Ione and Fleur being freed from their shackles and joining hands before they smile at the camera.

"Can I take another step? I've done everything I can... All the people that I see, they will never understand." It shows Abelia reaching for Spirea before she hesitates and pulls her hand back. "If I find a way to change, if I step into the light then I'll never be the same and it all will fade to white..." It shows Spirea sighing before she turns back to Abelia and walks over to her as the scene fades.

It then cuts to Carnation, Mimosa, and Primula dancing together as she beat goes on. Marigold smiles and gestures away from her. Hepatica and Calanth look over as their forms change a bit and then they gesture towards another place.

"Ever on and on, I continue circling.... With nothing but my hate and the carousel of agony!" It shows Bluebell sitting in a field while Orchid and Daffodil clean up around together. She looks up from her book as a petal falls into her book. "Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing... And suddenly I see that I can't break free, I'm!" Marigold dances as a transition as Lisianthus is walking when Achilla bumps her shoulder with hers and they smile.

"Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity... With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony!" It shows Wisteria humming as she slowly closes her umbrella and spins it on her hand as it transitions to someone else. "To tell me who I am! Who I was! Uncertainty enveloping my mind... Till I can't break free and-" It shows Bellona walking as Olearia grabs onto her arm and they walk together. The scene cuts.

"Maybe it's a dream, maybe nothing else is real... But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel!" It shows Ivy again writing something when she drops her pen and she reaches for it but then she stumbles and falls into water and then... So I'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside and I wish I could live feeling nothing but the night..." It shows Hibiscus appearing and she carefully begins to push Ivy back up towards the surface.

"You could tell me what to say, you could tell me where to go... But I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know!" It shows Hibiscus getting Ivy to the surface before it fades. "If I make another move, there'll be no more turning back Because everything would change, and it all would fade to black..." It shows Ivy falling as the AUs flow past her like water and then everything turns black.

"If I make another move, if I take another step... Then it all would fall apart there'd be nothing of me left..." It shows Chamomile and Freesia sighing as they close their eyes and put on their masks. "If I'm crying in the wind, if I'm crying in the night...Will there ever be a way? Will my heart return to white?" It shows Crocus and Nerium fighting as they move quickly and meticulously. "Can you tell me who you are? Can you tell me where I am? I've forgotten how to see...I've forgotten if I can..." It shows Ivy reaching towards a pair of skeletons as they fade into the dark. She feels her vision blur.

"If I opened up my eyes, there'd be no more going back..." It shows Ivy shooting up out of bed in blearly confusion.

"'Cause I'd throw it all away and it all would fade to black..."

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summary :⠀AI Sada and Arven go out for a shopping day in Levincia and Sada gets a makeover to help distance herself further from her human predecessor. Though in the process, she discovers something much bigger about herself then just a new sense of style.

content warnings :⠀none, just some good ol’ fluff

fandom :⠀pokemon⠀( scarlet version )

word count : 3373

ao3 link :⠀link

"Well, Sada, I think you are in dire need of a change. In appearance, I mean." The therapist explained, eliciting an eyebrow quirk from the AI.

"I don't see how a haircut would help with deep-seated trauma."

"Well from what you've told me, it seems you struggle to separate yourself from your creator. Especially since you seem to be a clone of her, appearance-wise."

"So if you made a change from that, it might help. You won't be greeted by her reflection when you look at yourself. I'm not trying to pressure you, but give it some thought." They said, looking sympathetically at Sada. She hummed, thinking over their words.

Sada stood in front of the bathroom mirror, frowning as she tied back her hair in various ways. Buns, high ponytails, low ponytails, braids, nothing felt right no matter what she did. She huffed defeatedly, letting her ashy blonde hair fall down her back.

Maybe I could try some new clothes… The professor must have had some here.

She wandered to the professor's abandoned bedroom, now a spare storage room. She stepped over the boxes and old junk spread across the floor, making a mental note to clean it up later.

Once she reached the closet she opened it up, revealing the professor's old clothes. They all looked much too revealing for the AI's tastes. Not even the winter outfits didn't leave very much to the imagination. She sighed, climbing her way back out of the room.

"Arven, do you know where I could find a clothing store?" She called out as she walked, causing the teen to peek his head out of his bedroom door.

"Why do you need to buy new clothes? Wouldn't Mom's other stuff fit you?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"I would much prefer something more… Modest, than her tastes."

Arven stayed silent for a moment before nodding, "…Yeah, that's understandable." He ducked back into his room before coming back a minute later. "You should check out Levincia. It's got a ton of fancy boutiques and salons."

"Would you mind coming with me? I… Don't really understand fashion." She asked, hesitating for a moment trying to think of an excuse to bring Arven along.

"That's the first time anyone has called me fashionable." He laughed, dramatically flipping his hair like a shampoo commercial. Sada giggled, watching him quickly try to fix his hair.

"But of course, I'll tag along, Mom."

"I never thought you could fit this many lights in a single place." She mumbled, looking around at the neon-coloured surroundings. "I would hate to see their electricity bills."

"Well, it's not the electric city for nothing." He joked, looking around for a store that had clothes that would suit her. Eventually, the pair stopped in front of a luxury store. "This seems like it would be your style, Mom."

"Veracidad… Arevn, don't they stock exclusively luxury clothes?" Sada questioned, furrowing her brows. "You know I can't afford this-"

"You might not, but my egg donor can," Arven said, pulling out the professor's league card. "It was lying in one of the research stations. I grabbed it on my way back from Area Zero."

She quickly snatched the card from his hand, reading the name on it. It was indeed the professors.

"We are not spending your dead mother's league points on overpriced clothes, Arven." She replied sternly.

"They're just sitting there, Mom. Who's going to spend it if not her living family?"

"It still feels wrong. Even if I wanted to spend them, we could put it towards more important things."

"You're important too, Mom. You've been wearing her clothes for months. Don't you think you deserve something a bit special?" He argued, looking up at her.

Sada let out a sigh, placing the card in her pocket. "Fine. But only because I've heard that they have high-quality clothes, so they should last me a while." She grumbled, stepping inside.

The pair were immediately assaulted by the overpowering scent of perfume. The entire decor was stark white, feeling almost like a hospital. The floors were polished marble, screaming 'You're a peasant here.'

There wasn't even any decoration to break up the blinding white. Only neatly organised racks and shelves along the walls. Only two mannequins were in view.

"Dear Arceus this place is garish to look at. I hope their clothes are better than their lighting." Arven mumbled, squinting his eyes to see past the bright lights.

"I don't know how humans who can't turn down their vision brightness deal with this." She mumbled, walking further inside and looking at some of the mannequins. Most of them were in overly formal garments, only in shades of greyscale.

She frowned lightly, almost ready to give up before a worker appeared by her side.

"Hello! Do you need any assistance, ma'am?" They chirped. Sada jumped in surprise as she spun around to face them.

"Oh, well… Do you have anything more… How do I say it, casual? Everything here just looks like I should be wearing it on the red carpet." She explained, gesturing to the luxuriously dressed mannequins.

"Of course, they're just further in the back. Follow me," They said, turning on their heel and leading her further into the store. Arven quickly ran behind them, trying to catch up with Sada.

The racks displayed many more colourful clothes. They were still mostly muted and beige, but it was an improvement. The pair browsed the racks, picking out a couple things that might suit the AI.

In the changing room, Sada hyper-analysed herself in the mirror. Almost nothing felt right. Either being too stuffy and formal, or too sexy and revealing.

She soon got down to the last item she brought in to try; a forest green sweater dress with pale orange accents. She slipped it on and instantly everything felt right.

The dress slightly clung to her curves, accentuating her figure. But it was still loose and breathable, not feeling stuffy like other sweaters she tried. The green complemented the tera crystals lining her skin as well.

But most of all, it felt uniquely hers. It wasn't the professor looking back at her in the mirror. It was just her.

"Arven, I think I finally found something that I like…" She called out, opening up the dressing room door.

"That looks amazing on you, Mom!" He exclaimed before squinting slightly, deep in thought. "I'll be back in a second."

He came back a minute later with a pale orange belt with a bronze pokeball-shaped buckle. "Try this on- I think it'll bring the outfit together." He said, handing it to Sada.

She raised an eyebrow but slipped the belt on nonetheless. "So, how does it look now?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. His eyes lit up, a wide grin spreading on his face.

"It looks perfect! Go look at yourself, Mom!" He urged, spinning her around to face the mirror again. He was right, the belt really did make the dress feel complete.

"You know if you weren't going to become a chef I'd say you should be a stylist." She joked, looking at herself in the mirror.

"My hair is essentially a wig, Arven. Why are we going to a salon?" Sada asked, raising a brow as she looked towards Arven.

"Well, I assumed you wouldn't want your kid with only dog grooming experience to try cutting your hair," Arven shrugged.

"It's not that bad, is it?" She said, frowning slightly as she ran a hand through her hair.

"You could at least get the tera crystals cut off."

"That is true…" She mumbled, walking into the salon.

The salon was a cacophony of noise. Hairdryers whirring, showers hissing, and everyone talking at once. Arven gripped her sleeve, staying silent as they approached the counter.

Sada wordlessly reached into his bag, pulling out a small pair of headphones. He smiled up at her as he slipped them on, loosening his grip.

"Hello, how may I help you two today?" The woman behind the counter chirped.

"Hey, are you guys able to do anything with wigs? Like ones made out of real hair." Arven asked, gesturing to Sada's hair.

"Well yes, but I must ask, why you would want a haircut on a wig?"

"It's a… Complicated story, to say the least. But it is possible, right?" Sada asked. The woman behind the counter nodded. She glanced over to where the hairdressers were working before turning back to the pair.

"It's going to be about ten minutes before anyone is free. But you can take a seat and decide what style you'd like." She said, pointing over to the couch a couple feet away from the counter.

"That sounds great, thank you, ma'am." Sada replied, sitting down with Arven. There were fashion magazines spread all across the coffee table in front of them. Almost a quarter of them featured the same lavender-haired woman on the cover.

"I didn't know the Alfornada gym leader was so popular." She murmured, picking up one of the worn-down magazines.

"Oh yeah, Tulip is like one of the most famous models in Paldea. I think she's only a gym leader because Geeta pressured her into it." He commented, watching a show on his phone.

She hummed, flipping through the pages. It was filled with advertisements for hair products and some makeup. Each one showed off a different beautiful model from the last.

But despite them all being objectively gorgeous. Sada couldn't imagine having hair like any of them. She grabbed another magazine and was met again with the same result. It didn't make sense.

These are all people hired because they're beautiful. Because people want to be like them.

So why do none of the styles they're showcasing look like they would be… Right, on me?

She sighed, glancing over at Arven, still engrossed in his show. He appeared to be watching some type of cartoon. She watched along, trying to figure out what was happening. After a moment it cut to a new character, and Sada's eyes lit up.

"Arven, can you pause it for a moment?" She asked, looking up at him. He raised an eyebrow but paused it, tilting the phone towards her.

"Why do you look so happy about seeing Hunter? You don't even watch TV aside from nature documentaries."

"Nature documentaries are highly educational."

"Your brain is literally hooked up to the largest repository of human knowledge on Earth. You don't need education, Mom."

"Hmph. Anyway, I just like their hair…" She commented, zooming in on the character's face. Their hair was short, barely reaching below their ears. It was a loose chestnut-coloured ball of waves, looking as fluffy as an Eevee's fur collar.

"I mean he does have a pretty design. But wouldn't you want to get your hair inspiration from an actual person?"

"None of the magazine models' styles looked right for me. They're all stunning, of course, but I just can't see myself liking any of it on myself." She explained, frowning lightly. Arven nodded in understanding, screenshotting the frame for her.

"Hey, a chair just opened up, ma'am. Could you come follow me?" The woman behind the counter called out, grabbing their attention. He passed his phone to Sada as she stood up, flashing her an encouraging thumbs up. She sat down in the plush chair, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"Hi, I'm Stella, I'll be doing your hair today. So, what do you have in mind?" The stylist asked, clipping the large plastic cape over her.

"Oh, well I was wondering if you would be able to style my hair like this? And maybe dye it a similar colour, if you can…" She explained, showing Stella the screenshot from Arven's phone.

"Yeah, I should be able to do that. Just sit back and relax."

"And finished! So, what do you think, Miss?" Stella asked, holding up a mirror behind Sada's head. Her hair fell just below her ears. It looked fluffier than a Mareep's coat and was dyed a deep chestnut brown. Some of the tera crystals still lingered, now appearing as iridescent highlights sprinkled throughout the fluffy mass.

It looked almost exactly like that cartoon character. And much like the dress, it felt completely right. It was perfect. It felt like her.

"It's absolutely perfect… Thank you." Sada replied, running her fingers through her hair.

"I'm glad you like it. I couldn't get all the tera shards out, but that big matted part is out at least." Stella explained, taking the plastic cape off of Sada.

"So, what do you think of your makeover Mom? Do you feel any better?" Arven asked, hopping out of the flying taxi.

"It's perfect, Arven," Sada replied, still playing with her hair. "Although there are still some things I would like to change. Internally, I mean."

"Like what?"

"My voice. It's uncomfortable hearing her voice coming out of my mouth when nearly everything else about me is. How do I word it… Detached, from that now." She said, lost in thought as she opened the door.

Arven hummed to himself, quickly darting over to the computer once he entered. "I think I have just the solution for that, Mom."

Sada cocked her head to the side, looking over his shoulder at the monitor. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, sweetheart. But I really don't think you're going to find anything similar to my voice synthesiser online."

"You would be surprised. Penny listens to tons of music with computer vocals." He replied, opening up a brightly coloured website for a voice synthesising program.

"Alright, it's all set. Now we can change how your voice sounds," Arven said, opening up the considerably more drab-looking program on the computer. "Although we're going to need to work from a preset. Unless you want to sound like a tone-deaf Jigglypuff. I can do that from scratch."

"I think that's just Scream Tail," Sada replied with a chuckle. "What presets are there, anyway?"

"Well, most of the female ones here seem to be variations on the same squeaky teenage girl kind of sound…"

"Absolutely not," She replied flatly.

"Yeah, I assumed you wouldn't want that. The male presets seem to sound like they're somewhere in their twenties, at least." He said, trying to feign enthusiasm.

"My approximate age is just under double that, Arven."

"Hey, I'm trying my best here. It's not my fault the people that made the defaults didn't consider middle-aged women when they made them." Arven said, throwing his hands up. Sada sighed, rolling her eyes in response.

"I'll look online and see if anyone posted a tutorial to make a more suitable voice." He said, turning back toward the computer. "It shouldn't be… Too, hard if we just completely copy someone else's work."

After three hours of searching and fine-tuning, the pair had finally made Sada a suitable voice.

"Okay, so you're sure you want this voice? I mean we can always roll it back, it'll just take a while." Arven said, looking back at Sada.

"I am very certain, dear." She replied, plugging herself in and getting comfortable on the floor. He nodded, taking a breath and began to install the new voice synthesiser. Sada went instantly limp, shutting down. After about a half hour she finally came back online with her new voice.

"Okay you're back, start talking. We need to see if it's working." Arven said crouching down beside her.

"Uh… What should I talk about? I can read out a pokedex entry-" She asked confusedly. Her voice leaned slightly masculine, sounding rough. Like her words were scraping across sandpaper as she spoke.

"It worked, you sound different! And it doesn't seem to be bugging out. At least not yet."

"I… I do sound different, don't I? It feels surreal…"

"Although I have to ask… Why did you choose this voice specifically? It just… I don't know, it doesn't feel like you."

"Well, you've heard the professor's voice coming out of my mouth for months. It's obviously going to be strange adjusting. Honestly, it's just as strange for me too." She explained, putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"Though while we're on the subject of adjusting to new things… Have you ever felt like? Well, you're happy with yourself…" Sada began, her voice trailing off as she thought of the right words.

"…But you can't stop feeling like there's still that single piece missing?" Arven adds, looking at her sympathetically.

"Exactly! Although… How do you know it, Arven?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow. He only gave her a blank stare in response.

"Oh, right. I always forget that you're trans." She murmured, "I suppose you would have more experience in this type of thing."

"Wait… Arven are you trying to tell me something?"

"I mean, it's not impossible. You can feel love, joy, sadness, all sorts of stuff. Who's to say you aren't trans?" He suggested, shrugging slightly.

"But that doesn't make sense. I would have felt this well before now, even with the professor still around." She replied, looking down at herself as her mind raced.

"Hey, I was the same way, Mom. I went on for years just feeling disconnected from being a girl. Like I was always wearing a shirt that was one size too big." Arven started, his tone was soft, almost comforting.

"It didn't bother me until I started changing myself. Then once I figured out who I really was… Well, that shirt felt like it was finally the right size." He explained,

"I can't say what you are or aren't, Mom. But it wouldn't do you any harm to entertain the possibility."

"I… I need to think about this." She muttered, utterly lost in her own head.

Sada laid awake in bed, unable to shake off Arven's suggestion. She couldn't be trans, could she? Even with programming as advanced as hers, she shouldn't be feeling this.

It's just too… Too intrinsically, uniquely, human of an experience. Isn't it?

She shut her eyes, thinking back to his words. It was true that she didn't feel a connection to her gender. But who's to say being a man would be any different?

But at the same time… This more androgynous makeover made everything feel. Right… Like a shirt that was the perfect size.

Sada opened her eyes again, furrowing her brows as she thought.

"This is my friend Sada… He's really cool." She called out to the empty room. She frowned hearing her words, cringing at being referred to as 'he'. She definitely wasn't a trans man.

"…This is my friend Sada…" She sighed, fidgeting with her hands as she continued. "…They're really cool."

That was it. Everything finally clicked into place. They finally found that last little puzzle piece. Everything felt right. They smiled, feeling a weight lifted from their mind. Sada shut their eyes, finally going to sleep for the night.

"See? I told you it wouldn't hurt to consider it, Mom." Arven said, smiling smugly.

"It does feel… Liberating, finding a label that fits me. Although I can't say I expected that I would be non-binary." Sada replied, leaning against the couch armrest.

"Gender is funny like that. So, are you thinking about a new name?" He asked, cocking his head curiously. "I mean, you've changed pretty much every else about yourself. The only thread left connecting you and the professor is her name."

"I… Actually think I'm going to keep her name." They said wistfully, their voice barely above a whisper.

"Wait, really? Why? Don't you want to separate yourself from her?"

"I do. But, well, I'm my own person now. So maybe I can… Reclaim it, you know." They explained, straightening their posture. "She left behind a legacy of mistakes and destroyed relationships. But I… I want to fix what she left behind."

"And it only feels right to start by reclaiming my name from her." They finished, looking at Arven directly. He nodded in response, leaning over to hug her.

"Well, whatever name you go by… You're already fixing things, Mom. Just by being here with me," He mumbled. They smiled down at him, hugging him tightly in return.

I hope you enjoyed reading, likes and reblogs are extremely appreciated!

#pokemon posting #drabble dump #rewriting the past #mothers mistakes #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon fanfiction #fanfic #arven pokemon #ai sada #alternate universe #post canon #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #trans awakening #introspection #trans character #character study

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lady-amethyst18 · 2 years

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When Leo arrived at the theater after leading Bruce there, he entered the building, and before he could call out a greeting, he was swept into a hug by Balan. "Leo! I'm so glad you came," he said with a smile, happy to see the boy.

"Hey, Balan," Leo said, hugging his friend back, not minding the surprise hug. "How are things going here?"

"Things are going well, just doing some more cleaning," the tall man replied.

Just then, Bruce came in and Balan noticed him, blinking in surprise. “Wait... You're the gentleman that is always picking up trash around the area,” he said.

“That's me,” the man said with a smile. “My name is Bruce, and you must be Balan.”

The tall man nodded. “This is the first time you've ever actually talked to me,” he pointed out, his tone curious.

Bruce smiled. "Well, young Leo told me about helping you, and I grew curious, especially since I didn't believe any of the rumors," he said.

This surprised Balan. "You...You didn't believe the rumors?" He asked, his surprise turning to happiness, knowing that someone didn't believe in the rumors that had spread. And Bruce mainly had just left him alone before.

"Nah, there's not always truth to a lot of rumors. Besides, you honestly looked lonely and heartsick, in my opinion."

“He's not alone anymore now,” said Yuri as she came up and smiled, giving Balan a hug. He smiled at her and gently ruffled her hair, making her giggle.

Bruce smiled at this before looking around, seeing that the theater was not in the best shape but was getting better. "Looks like you guys have the basics, but perhaps I can offer a few suggestions on a permanent fix?" He asked.

"What do you have in mind?" Cal asked curiously, open to suggestions.

The older man turned to Balan. “Balan, how is the plumbing and heat in this place?” He asked.

The tall man bit his lip. “Well...I haven't had heat since last year,” he admitted. “The water still works and is drinkable but only runs cold, I'm afraid.”

"Alright, we need to look into the heating then. Sounds like the plumbing is working alright, but it wouldn't hurt to check it just to be on the safe side. Make sure we don't have any broken or cracked pipes," he said, sincerely hoping there were none.

"Do you think it'll be ready in time for winter, Grandpa Rocky?" Leo asked.

"Hard to say, kiddo. But if I'm being frank, it may not be done until sometime this winter with all that needs to be done," Bruce admitted.

That statement made Balan worry because the chill was already settling in, indicating winter would be upon them soon. "That means...you all run the risk of getting sick," he said, looking worried.

They nodded. "Well, why don't we get started on it and we'll see how far we get before winter fully comes upon us," Bruce said.

"He's right," Eis said. "We won't know how much has to be done until we start on it. And who knows? Maybe it will be a simple fix."

"Bruce, is there anything we can do for temporary insulation in the meantime?" Lucy asked.

"Some strong plastic and tape will work temporarily until the insulation is done," the older man said.

Cal looked a bit worried. "What if things are beyond what we can do and we have to call someone?" He asked. "Repair bills can run a bit high."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Iben said.

Balan gulped at the thought since he didn't have money. Emma noticed how worried their friend looked. “Don't worry, Balan,” she said. “We're doing what we can to raise money to rebuild this place.”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “We'll get the money needed, somehow.”

Eis grew thoughtful. "I have some buddies that work with plumbing and heating. If the repairs are beyond us, I'll give them a call," he said.

"And I know a few people who can help," Bruce said.

Fiona smiled and looked at Balan. "See? Not all hope is lost," she said. "I'm sure we can succeed."

He took a deep breath, smiling at her as he appreciated how everyone was staying upbeat, which filled him with more hope that all would be well.

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Bruce finally meets Balan for the first time, seeing for sure that Balan isn't a bad person. The theater is starting to come together slowly, with all of Balan's friends helping him.

But there are still a few issues to address, like the heat and plumbing. There is no heat to keep the theater warm, and the water runs cold. And with the winter chill already settling in, it could be a big health risk for everyone.

There is talk of calling for help, but repair bills cost an arm and a leg, and Balan, being poor, has no money. Thankfully, Bruce seems to have a plan to keep everything in shape for a short amount of time.

This is my Lonesome Maestro AU. When Balan's first show was a disaster, and everyone left him. He's become very lonely and sad due to no one being around. Until Leo and Emma showed up and try to change his life for the better.

#balan wonderworld #lonesome maestro au #alternate universe #leo craig #yuri brand #bruce stone #cal suresh #eis glover

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pbandjesse · 2 years

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Today was a pretty excellent day honestly. My wrist didn't hurt almost at all. I slept really well. James was smiling real big when I woke up and I felt good.

The weather was really nice today. That helped my good mood. I woke up very comfortable at 9. But I stayed in bed until 10 watching videos. James came to lay with me and we talked about the day and laughed about stuff. And it was good. I felt very loved.

James left to go on a bike ride and I went to get ready for the day. I didn't have any big plans. I would have dinner with Charlie later. But the rest of the day was open.

I decided to take a shower. It is always nice taking a shower when the sun is coming through the window. Maybe I'll do that more often. Give myself a little more time before work and start the day nice like that.

I got dressed and felt good. I didn't love my eye makeup. I have been playing with the messy eyeliner indie sleaze look but I don't think I love it with most of my clothes. But that was fine.

I went for a little walk to the grocery store. I got a pumpkin cheese tastey kake and went to Walgreens for a soda.

I can fit a 2 liter soda in my purse and didnt even crush my cheese cake.

It was beautiful out. I really enjoyed the walk. And when I got home I had my breakfast sandwich. Which was really a brunch sandwich at that point. And got into my knitting. I was able to do two rows before James came home.

They got cleaned up and we chilled on the couch for a bit before we went to the grocery store. I didn't want much at all but we got some baked goods and many drinks. I was very excited to find vanilla drinkable yogurt, super high protein. And I got a tiny pumpkin. James got us quarters and we went home.

I spent a lot of this afternoon clearing my closet. A lot of stuff had fallen down and it was pretty messy but I had the energy to work on it today.

I decided I should be brutal and get rid of things even if I liked them. Because I have so much stuff that I really like but I just don't wear and I should stop holding onto them. And honestly I could have and should have probably been more brutal in my choices. But I did get rid of a lot. A whole trash bag full. Shoes and bags and belts and clothes. And I pulled out stuff for fall and put away a lot of summer stuff. I wanted to keep all my camp stuff in one place and I think I did alright. It's hard because I have stuff I only wear at camp and the stuff that's summer and transitional that I wear other times. But I did my best to give everywhere a home.

I also just reorganized the suitcases I have to be better used for storage. And moved them to the back of the closet so I can reach them better. It was a lot of work but it felt great.

After that I had James help fold clothes in our pajama drawer. Didn't get rid of a lot there but not none. And really it just felt nice to really see all of my stuff and be like. I'm excited to wear this. I can't wait til it's colder because this will be fun to layer. Oh I forgot about this, I remember wearing this last winter.

Once all of that was done James was doing laundry and I started cleaning a little. I did some organizing in the kitchen but found the floor was dirty and we just have a lot of dust and little bits of stuff and spider webs. So I stated vacuuming but the vacuum wasn't vacuuming. James tried to fix it but then it wasn't charged and so I had to bail.

Charlie called me and we made a plan for dinner. They would come get me at 530.

So I went to lay in bed but then a few minutes later he called again and asked to get me now. And I was like alright. So I got my shoes on.

And he got me in his big stinky truck. But honestly it was great. He's so fun.

We drove to Canton crossing and got five guys. He paid because he's very sweet. We talked about the wedding and the goofy stuff I have to deal with and he told me about going to Indonesia for a month and his surgery on Thursday. He's getting a disk in his back shaved because it's pushing into a nerve. He is scared but also this is going to give him his life back. Hell hopefully be able to surf again. Not in Indonesia but it gives him a reason to go back.

We ate our food at the park by the water. And walked for a while. He told me about the boats and we pointed out every dog. The sun was setting and everything was really pretty and it was nice to be with my friend.

It's so silly that when you have friends that live far away it's almost easier to make plans then when they live down the street. Like he literally is on the same street as me just a mile away. Not even a full mile. But we will try to do better.

We went to his apartment next so he could show me the paintings he's installing tomorrow for his solo show. We got stuck behind an accident but no one was hurt so it wasn't a big deal. Just people not letting people merge and being stupid.

We got around it and got back to his place. It's a new build and was nice. I would have preferred it on the third floor because that street is loud and busy. But still nice. His has the two smaller bedrooms so he can have one as a studio and his roommate has the bigger bedroom.

This was the first time I've been in an art boys apartment rather then a sport boy. And so the furniture wasn't all weirdly facing the TV's. It felt more grown up. It was messy still but it wasn't as dusty. Art was all over and it was fun talking about it.

After the little tour and some art talk Charlie said he was going to paint for a bit and go to bed. I told him he had to deliver me home first. He said no you have to live here now and I was like I will clean the apartment if you make me stay here. He was like 'noooo' and took me home.

He dropped me off and I was glad to be home with that energy you only get after talking to someone about art. So I got in here and after I got something to drink I went and took a shower and got to work on my studio for a bit. I did t actually make much but I got stuff ready to work on tomorrow and I re-hemmed the dress I hemmed yesterday. I decided to take off another inch and it's basically perfect now and I love it. So it was worth it to do it again.

And then I got in bed and I am feeling good. James was at a baseball game and got home a little bit ago. I am happy to have them back.

We also were able to do some wedding discussion to deal with some last minute changes. We had 4 people pull out but 2 ask to come. And that is just fine. The two are actually my highschool best friend, Joanna, and her partner. And I'm so excited she's now able to come. It's been entirely to long since I've seen her and it is just so important to me that she's there. Like teenage me always knew she needed to be there and it's happening and that just makes me feel lighter inside.

And I am hoping that good feeling holds through tomorrow. We have a training at the museum tomorrow and then I'm supposed to go do some onboarding at AVAM but I am not positive because I have not gotten an email when I checked in yesterday. But that is okay! I am still looking forward to the day.

I hope you all have a good night! Sleep good! Take care of each other! Goodnight!

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vulpesmorgana · 9 months

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Farewell, my detective. (Nº 1)

"Who are you?" I face the mirror again. I do that every time I wake up and everytime I come back from work. It looks like a existential question, right? Well, in my case is more literal than that.

I don't know exactly how to tell you my story, precisely because I don't know much either. But it all started in an alley a year ago. That's when I met Morgana.

…

-Wake up, handsome. -I listened as I tried to open my eyes with difficulty, they seemed glued, but they were in fact swollen and when I became aware of that I felt pain, not just in them, but in my whole body. I turned sideways squirming a little as I realized I was sitting in a narrow alley. -What happened to you? - The voice continued and I finally looked at who was speaking so calmly. She was a fox, wearing a long brown coat and gloves, practically only her face was uncovered, and it was a beautiful face. - Can you talk? What is your name?

I could understand her, I knew that meant I was probably from there, but at the moment I didn't know anything else. And a wave of sadness washed over me when she asked my name.

-I don't know. - I said heavily. -Wow, you were beaten badly even if you can't even remember your own name. - She teased lightly. - Think you can walk? To tell you the truth, I don't know exactly what to do to help you, but I think alcohol could ease the pain a little. If you can walk, I'll buy you a drink, I was just going to the bar anyway.

I got to my feet with some difficulty. I felt the fabric over my body. It was a navy blue suit all smeared with blood and dust.

-I think I can walk. -Great, you won't need to try so hard, the pub is right over there. Let me just fix you up a little bit. -She passed a delicate tissue over my face cleaning a little dirt and blood while she patted to unwrinkle my clothes.

We walked to a bar called Fairy Wings, it had a big neon green sign on the front it was of a fairy hugging a bottle of absinthe. There became our meeting place and marked the beginning of our friendship.

-Thanks for your help. - I said after we settled inside. -Sorry for not saying my name, I really have no idea what it is, nor who I am. What is yours? -You don't need to thank me, I don't even know what I'm doing. - She laughed. Morgana was never sad, it was her biggest trait. - My name is Morgana. -It's a very nice name, it sounds like an ax swinging. -What? You're funny, I've never heard that before. But, I liked! I think it suits me. -Why did you help me, Morgana? Don't get me wrong, but a woman stopping in a deserted alley to help a stranger completely beaten up is not a common thing. -No need to worry about it, I have a sixth sense, or you could call it a sixth snout. I stopped in front of the alley entrance by chance to light a cigarette and saw your feet hidden behind the dumpster. I simply knew that you weren't a bad person, that's why I woke you up, if it was anyone else, I would have probably just ignored. But I felt like I should give you a paw. -It would be nice if your sixth sense told me who I am. I have no idea why I took a beating. - I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, but I felt that my head was coming together a little. - But maybe I have something on me. - I started groping my suit. -Oh true! I hadn't even thought about looking at your things, I didn't want you to wake up and think I was a thief.- While she was talking I felt something inside the coat, I looked for a pocket, but I didn't find it, it seemed to be sewn inside the suit, the fabric was so thick and heavy that it didn't impress me I didn't feel it was there as soon as I woke up. -There's something here, but I can't find it, it looks like it's sewn into it. -Oh, I have a pocket knife in my bag, we can use it. Take off your coat and let's see if there's anything else hidden inside it.

I handed her the suit, she started feeling the place she had pointed.

-You know I've never seen a suit like that before, so thick. It looks like it was really made to hide things. Funny how it looks ordinary when you look at it.

She opened the switchblade and began to drill near the area, opening a hole.

-Ohhhh this looks like a card. - She removed something small from the suit. "Robert O."?- She handed me the card, it was laminated paper, there was nothing but "Robert O." in it. -Written by hand… Do you have a pen? -No, but I have an eye pencil, it should do. Here. I wrote the name on a napkin to verify if it was my writing. -It doesn't look like it's yours. - She came close to analyze.- Someone wrote to you. She picked up the suit and groped again, stopping at the collar. - Looks like there's something else here too. - Morgana made another hole with the knife. - Ohh that looks like a locket. -She gave it to me. I felt sick just looking at it, I didn't understand why that small thing made me feel like I was smaller than it. But it made my whole body shiver like I was going to see something terrible. And indeed, I did see something that haunts my nightmares to this day.

I took a deep breath before opening it, it wasn't like a plague of Egypt was going to come out of there, or would it? It may not have been a curse for the world, but it was one for me, what I felt almost drove me crazy, the pain was excruciating and desperate. For a moment time stood still. It didn't make any sense, but there I was crying over a picture of a woman I had no idea who was. She looked like an angel, it was a picture of her face and torso, a white fox, with a white lace outfit in a refined posture, she had a serene expression on her face. I only came to my senses when Morgana shook me by the arms, and then I realized we were in front of the bar.

-Are you well? Who is the woman in the locket? -I don't know, but looking at her made me extremely sad and I have no idea why. -You left desperate, it looked like you couldn't breathe. I thought you were going to pass out or worse. -Sorry about that. -Whatever happened seems best left unknown for the moment. At least until you stabilize. Let's go inside.

We sat at the counter. Morgana ordered two shots of whiskey. -Robert is a good name. - She said. -Does it make you feel anything like what you said about mine? -It sounds like the noise of stepping on dry leaves. -You are really funny, Robert. -Robert. - I repeated getting used to the name. It didn't cause me any negative feelings. -I bet you have no idea what to do after tonight, do you? -No… I hadn't even thought about tomorrow, but now that you told me I'm worried. -Oh, you don't have to be. You can sleep in my apartment, I have a spare room. In fact, I even have a job for you, if you want it. -Really? What kind of job? -Robert, I'll be honest with you. My work is not ordinary, it's a work that I do for people with ordinary jobs. Part of the reason I think you're a good person is because I also felt like you wouldn't judge me for that. -What is it? -I'm a dominatrix. -Okay, that's not something you hear every day, but I don't think I have a problem with that. - I took a sip. -Great! I need a "slave". - I choked a little while she said. - Oh no, no, that's not exactly what you're thinking, I need a security guard to accompany me. Not because I'm weak or anything like that, but two colleagues in my profession had problems with people who pretended to be clients, but they were psychopaths, so I want to make sure I don't have this disturbance and you seem strong enough to handle that kind of thing. -Are your colleagues okay? -They are, it was just a scare, a very serious scare for both of them, but they solved it. Only we don't have time to get hurt with maniacs. We are the ones who hurt, you know? There's no reason for us to show up to our subs with bruises and cuts on our bodies, we are untouchable goddesses between four walls. So for this a "slave", an escort, the only thing different is you would have to dress more daringly as my decoration. -Hmm I don't think I have a problem with this, as long as I don't have to participate.- I thought to myself that I shouldn't turn down a job that appears so suddenly, mainly because I had no idea what I could do either. -Ahh this way you make me very happy. Look, it doesn't have to be something permanent, okay? When you're better set up you can look for another job if it's better for you. -But who would take care of you then? -Oh how sweet, don't worry, I was already thinking about looking for a bdsm escort, and if you leave I'll hire one. But fate put you in my way so I don't see why not give you a paw. -I really appreciate Morgana, I'll try my best to be your "slave".- We laughed and continued drinking late into the Fairy Wings.

This is the beginning of my story, a little funny, isn't it? From a dominatrix's escort to a detective. If we think about it, they are similar professions in some ways, being a dominatrix requires discretion with the identity of your clients and being a detective requires discretion in the conduct of work, the two separate when the detective comes out of the shadows to throw the facts to light, while a dominatrix would be the very center of light for her client. But what do I know? Nothing funnier than a detective with no memory. And soon we'll get to the story of how I became one.

Farewell, reader.

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