#impulse eating? yup

[dorianbrightmusic]

frick. mannn. i can not feel tired, but sleep deprivation really does make the adhd worse

[harmonictechnicality]

thinking about Steve digging into a KFC bucket around Eddie, who is about to snap in half at the sight of it. Just seeing Steve Harrington sink his teeth into a chicken thigh, sucking on a drumstick bone, swallowing the most ungodly-sized bites he’s ever seen. His eyes are fucking locked on Steve’s lips that are extra shiny from all the grease. Eddie can’t even touch his own damn food because his stomach is in knots from this weirdly erotic and carnivorous circus act.

Steve smears the grease off with the back of his hand, staring hard at Eddie. “What?”

“Huh?”

Dumb. Idiotic. Why is Eddie suddenly experiencing the same level of flusteredness as the varsity cheer squad around this guy? It’s just Steve. Steve eating meat…

Thick, juicy, noisy meat in Steve’s mouth. His mouth that looks so-

“Dude, try some.” Steve waves a half-eaten chicken wing in front of Eddie’s face. He’s smiling as he chews, looks honest to god tipsy from how much he’s enjoying this meal.

Eddie shrugs, pops his knuckles to keep his hands busy. “Not hungry.”

Which is a big, fat lie. He is hungry. Thoroughly starving to see Steve in angles that are banned from biblical literature.

“Christ on toast, Harrington, close your mouth. I can see your fucking tonsils from here.” And yeah, that’s a problem too. Eddie could draw the inside of Steve’s mouth from memory by now. Could make himself a handy little diagram on how stuffed it could be if he just-

“Can’t help it.” Steve interrupts. He tears another piece of meat off and chomps as he speaks. Says something that actually breaks the last bit of dignity in Eddie’s soul. “It’s finger lickin’ good.”

Right, yup. Okay. Eddie is all impulses after that. His gaze drops to Steve’s slick hands. His ears only able to process words at a caveman baseline:

‘Finger. Lick. Good.’

Yeah. That does sound pretty good to him. Really good, actually.

So Eddie reaches across the table and takes Steve by the wrist. He opens his mouth, swirls Steve’s index finger over his tongue, sucking on it for way too long. Makes a loud slurping sound as he returns Steve’s hand back to him. He’s pretty sure Steve gasped at the contact, but couldn’t exactly focus on anything other than the taste of salt and grease and skin.

As Eddie sits back down in his chair, he examines Steve’s face. Red everywhere. Up his ears, down his neck. He isn’t moving either - like Eddie’s little stunt just paused all the muscles in his body or something.

He should run. Avoid getting beat up by a guy who’s a former jock. Besides, Eddie Munson is somewhat famous on cowardly shit like running away. It wouldn’t exactly be unheard of for him.

But he doesn’t. Instead, Eddie dabs the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Takes a deep breath in. Smiles sweetly over at Steve, sweet enough to feel playful. Edging on mean.

“Looks like it wasn’t false advertising after all.” Eddie tosses the used napkin at him. Isn’t trying to make Steve flinch, but it happens anyways. “Finger lickin’ good is an understatement.”

“Understatement?” Steve studies his finger, the one Eddie just used like a jolly rancher, then smiles wide:

“Should be mandatory with you, Munson.”

[guppybibi]

hai..um heres a wip bcus i realized i have like 10+ wips

Ever since Johnny made what seemed to be an impulsive decision of joining the military, you two have been the talk of the town. “He had the potential to be an artist.” and “He could've been an artist, what happened?” Those were a couple of the various questions asked of you. And if you were truly being honest..You weren't quite sure either. Not once in your years of being together has he ever hinted about signing up for the military.

Nonetheless you continued to support his decision, not doubting him even for a single second. Going long distance when you two have practically been together for who knows how long certainly wasn't the easiest but it looked like everything paid off when you learned that he was the youngest candidate to ever pass SAS selection through a letter, whatever that was..All you knew is that you were proud of him. You wondered why the hell they called him ‘Soap’ though..

Communicating through letters wasn't the worst thing in the world, in fact, it left you with more longing than ever before in your life. Well except the longing progressively watered down when letters from your Johnny stop coming through. Day by day it felt like arrows were being shot at your heart, and you knew for sure that it wasn't Cupid’s doing.

Soon you're hit with a large smack of reality when you receive a message from someone named ‘John Price’ about Johnny being killed on an important mission. You wouldn't say you were surprised but he promised. A promise that he would come back home to you, that the deadly silence in your home would be filled with his voice again. What a fucking liar he was.

The world isn't going to stop spinning just because someone got their heart broken from the news of a loved one dying and is mourning, especially if it's a mere girl from a quaint town. The world is unfair. It's always been like that, it probably won't change until a few centuries later either.

So, moving on seemed easy enough. It really couldn't be that hard right? You've lived half of your life without Johnny, you're sure you can spend the rest without him as well. This is just one challenge life handed you, you could most definitely handle it. Yup, no problem. Cleaning up Johnny’s belongings wasn't heartbreaking whatsoever, and seeing the last bouquet of flowers he sent you slowly wilt over the days was fun.

..Okay maybe it wasn't all that easy. Maybe admitting that you're struggling is fine, though that was just a baby’s first steps. In the end, progress is still progress so you decided that maybe your heart could handle finishing looking through Johnny’s things plus cleaning because you haven't been in that room for months now. Particularly the stuff in his office, well not really office per se, simply a random room where he stored random items for hobbies he says he’ll get to eventually. News flash, he didn't so now you're stuck with all of it.

You started off strong, dusting shelves and sweeping floors, until you opened a drawer full of art supplies and manuals that were basically brand new. Disgruntlement bubbles up within you, all of this wasted space and materials. Charity sounded real good right now but the sentiment they held was too much..Though the handbook about sculpting caught your eye.

It wasn't a hobby Johnny really focused on as it was time consuming and difficult despite his natural talent for art hence why he focused on drawing instead. It simply wasn't his thing, no problem with that. You spent countless hours browsing through the handbook, the guide eating your interest up. Hey, this could've been a great couple pastime for you two! Shame on him for not thinking about suggesting it to you! Although you were lucky enough that he stored the clay in such a way that it didn't dry up just yet, trying it out couldn't possibly hurt, right?

Tossing on an apron, you began sculpting away!..Well an attempt to at least, the piece continued to look..rough after a long while but practice makes perfect! Well as I said earlier, time doesn't stop for anyone, it keeps flying regardless of the fact it doesn't have a destination in mind. That's probably how you ended up practicing for days, so much so that your fellow townsfolk started getting worried sick and sent out one of the kind ladies to check up on you. And it was a lovely surprise!..Because they had a basket of goodies, who can say no to that?

“Oh dear, look at you! Everyone has been worried about you..” The lady says in relief, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face while she looks at the state of your clay-stained clothes. Thank goodness for aprons. “Well I hope you're doing alright after your husband's passing dear, we all made this goodie basket for you!” She chirps, extending the basket out to you. Your eyes immediately lock onto the fresh baked goods, looking like you have something to devour when she turns away..

“So you know, all of us are here to help, you aren't alone in this. I’m off, I need to pick some groceries up at the store. Bye-bye!” She waves, walking along the stone path that led away from your home. A quiet ‘thank you’ falls out of your lips, hoping that she’d heard your appreciation towards her caring but totally unnecessary gesture. You step back, placing the basket aside. The pastries could wait, not this. You do appear to be a natural at this, the sculptures you've made so far aren't even half bad for a beginner..It wouldn't be too hard to make Johnny right? I mean, you know his features by heart, you could make it with your eyes closed. Probably. It doesn’t hurt to try, you have enough clay too so there’s really nothing stopping you.

[cultofdixon]

It was worth it

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Impatience is real. Stubbornness as well. Daryl just wished he took the damn thing from you before you decided to let your one brain cell act impulsively • SFW/NSFW - Implied smut / Nudity • TW: Minor Injury

Requested by: Anon

Daryl wanted to test his bike out before going on recruitment runs with Aaron. He trusted his build enough to have to girl test it out with him. Y/N always loved the motorcycle rides they went on back during their prison days so she wasn’t turning this down.

“Yea ready?” The archer watches his girl step out of the house they were given in one of the town house strip.

“Yup! I didn’t really bring much. Think we can find some things while we’re out?”

“If we run into a place, yeah. But thought we’d enjoy a quick ride”

“Oh well. We are in the wrong place…” Y/N smirks swaying in a playful manner making her partner’s face turn best red instantly.

“I hate you…”

“You love me” She smiles bringing herself close and kissing Daryl feeling his arm wrap around her with his hand trailing down. “Mmm…” she hums against his lips before parting. “Maybe I can go for a ride later”

“Mm. If the bike doesn’t take us out out there” Daryl chuckles lightly feeling her lips return to his for one more kiss before finally getting on his bike.

After Abraham let the two out of the community, the ride went smoothly. Daryl did a good job with building this bike and he was enjoying himself that he got to do something he enjoyed in the old world…and with his girl.

The two stopped at a small strip and rummaged through some of the stores as Y/N found herself in a small convenience store. Daryl stood outside lighting himself a cigarette and keeping an eye out for anything while she went through it. He dropped the cig when he heard her scream inside.

“JACKPOT!”

Daryl quickly ran over to Y/N seeing her hold up a jar of peanut butter which made his annoyance show instantly.

“Seriously?”

“Bitch. It’s the creamy kind too. Not the gross crunchy one you found last week”

“The things I do to satisfy my girl and she disses it” Daryl scoffs playfully, helping her stand from her crouching position. “Remind me not to bring yea back anythin’”

“What! Just because I wasn’t happy that one time?!”

“You can’t tell when I’m teasing huh?”

“Oh I can tell…just. In bed” Y/N smirks making her man blush to her words before she exits the building squealing happily.

The archer did one last sweep of the place for anything useful to the rest of their community, watching Y/N struggling to open the jar where she stood beside his bike.

“Wait til we get home, and I’ll open it there”

“I’ll open it. But yeah this deserves the comforts of our home. In bed”

“Not in bed. Why yea eating in the bed?”

“I can be lazy if I want. You ever heard of breakfast in bed?” Y/N questions him watching the confused look return. “Remind me to spoil you one morning. But fine I won’t eat this in bed”

“Come on crazy girl. Let’s go home” Daryl took the jar from her hands seeing that death glare of hers come out. “Turn around. I’ll put it in your bag”

“You better!” She playfully threats listening to him scoff once again, feeling her backpack shift which meant he actually put the jar in her pack. “Thank you”

“Mhm” Daryl zips up her pack before resting his hands on her hips a second as he leaned into her from behind kissing her cheek. “Now come on” he pats her butt in a playfully manner as she did the same to him when he approached his bike. “Seriously?”

“I’m not the only one with a fine butt”

“Stop” Daryl rolls his eyes getting on his bike and feeling the shift when Y/N got on and wrapped her arms around his middle.

Once they returned, the jar of peanut butter was forgotten about given the two returned late and Daryl had about enough of his girl’s flirting. The second he stepped off his bike after Y/N and kicking the kick stand up, Daryl took her face into his hands smashing his lips firmly against hers. She was taken back by the action before wrapping her arms around his neck continuing to kiss her man.

“Mmm—“ Y/N pushes him off gently. “I ain’t strippin’ in the streets, D”

“As much as that would be a show, only I get to see yea naked” Daryl quickly picks her practically running up the small stairs, and kicking the door open.

When he past the threshold, Y/N kicked the door closed before slipping out of his arms to rid herself of her clothing. She slowly backed away from him as every article of clothing of hers fell to the floor. Daryl didn’t know to take her right then and there or grabbing her and carrying her the rest of the way to their bed.

“Like what you see Dixon?”

“Always”

“Then come and get me, sunshine” Y/N smirks using the nickname for her on Daryl which somehow riled him up as he quickly closes the distance picking her up and taking her to bed.

A few hours pass and Y/N stretched some of the soreness of her body out as she got up in the middle of the night. Or morning rather. It was still dark out but her body was telling her to get some water. After a couple rounds with Daryl, she needed much more than just water to recuperate. Maybe a day of sleep. She quietly slipped out of the bed feeling the wobbling in her legs that made her stumble. He was not gentle.

Y/N decided that since he wasn’t shy about leaving his bruising mark on her that it’s only fair for her to wear his shirt and boxers while she went to get water.

“I feel like…I’m missing something” She whispers to herself and then remembered.

The peanut butter.

That’s when Daryl stirred when he heard commotion happening in the other room. He felt the empty space beside him and knew it was just Y/N. Probably getting water…maybe she’ll figure out how to get ice for the claw marks stinging on his back. He suddenly flinched when he heard Y/N curse loudly in the other room.

“The fuck she get into…” He groans getting up and out of the bed, grabbing his sweats from the other night that were still on the floor of the room slipping those on quickly.

The archer enters the room seeing the back of Y/N on the couch as he can hear the satisfied humming from her. She finally got to eat her peanut butter. Since he was up he decided to get himself water and as he reached for a glass he noticed blood on the counter.

Daryl stopped reaching for a glass and checked if it was fresh or dried and it was definitely fresh.

“Hey, did yea make yourself a peanut butter sandwich and nicked yourself or something?”

“No?”

“Then why is there blood…” Daryl turned to his girl seeing her in a huddled position on the couch with her arm holding the jar of peanut butter and not her hand. For obvious bloody reasons. “Oh my god. What the fuck?!”

“What!” Y/N yells back as she scoops another spoonful of peanut butter with her uninjured hand and immediately eating it.

“Why are you so fucking calm?! Your hand is a geyser!” Daryl snaps grabbing a towel off the kitchen counter and walking toward Y/N about to wrap her hand when her whole body retracted. “Hey now, you’re fucking bleeding”

“I am well aware” Y/N hissed when he tried reaching for her hand again. “It’s just a scratch”

“That’s a goddamn flesh wound!”

“And?” She scoffs clearly ignoring the fact that she was bleeding a lot, granted her mind was elsewhere. “Can you hand me those?” She pointed with her foot to the crackers on the coffee table, seeing Daryl’s extremely confused face. “Fine. I’ll grab it”

As Y/N grabbed the crackers from the table after setting the spoon down, she went back to her huddled position on the couch now eating the peanut butter with the unsalted crackers she took from the pantry the other day.

“You’re starting to piss me off”

“Why? I was hungry. Couldn’t open it. Found a way and now we are here” Y/N laughs slightly as she continues to eat like no issue was happening, even if her hand started to sting a bit.

“Y/N. You should go see the doctor”

“I’m sorry, last I checked this is my stab wound. Not OUR” She waved a cracker around before scooping up some peanut butter with it. “Now let me enjoy my peanut butter IN PEACE—-before I get blood on my crackers”

“You are getting blood on your crackers though”

“Huh” She looks at the situation in her lap. “Well at least it’s my blood” and went back to eating.

The next day crawls in and Aaron decided to visit their residence to ask about the ride they went on yesterday. He knocked happily and was met with Y/N in the same attire she was wearing last night. Daryl wears practically only black or dark clothing. Aaron couldn’t see the blood stains. But he did notice the heavy bandage on her hand.

“Oh no what happened?” His worry caught Daryl’s attention as he approached the door to see Y/N give it a good thought before smirking.

“Vigorous love making that involved a bit…” Y/N leaned in a bit. “of knife play” she whispers watching Aaron’s face flush which made her laugh as she made her exit back inside the house. Leaving the two to share a bit of awkward silence.

“Y/N went to stab the lid to her peanut butter jar last night and missed the first time”

“Oh…thank god it wasn’t the other thing”

“Mm. She was lying about the knife play. Not the other thing” Daryl smirks deciding that was the end of that conversation closing the door on Aaron.

Leaving the poor guy traumatized.

[megumiivs]

bf!mikey headcannons

written with fem!reader in mind but its gn toman mikey, not bonten, should i write one for specifically bonten mikey??

100% needs to be fed all the time

you have to keep some kind of snack on you at all times, probably dorayaki tbh

if he does not eat a dorayaki at least once during your lunch, something is wrong

LOVE LOVE LOVES IT when you feed him food

you probably have his order order memorized by now: omurice with a flag ofc

will take you on late night rides throughout the city

it’s around one a.m. when he texts, “you up?” most people would assume the text is referring to something sexual but not you. you knew it just meant that mikey needed to blow off some steam and drive around the city. you text back “yup!” and five minutes later, you hear the familar sound of mikey’s CB250T. grabbing your jacket, you head outside for a late night drive with your boyfriend <3

loves it when you wear his toman jacket

will let you come to toman meetings if you want to but will never force you to go

WHOOP WHOOP PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND ALERT!!!

he will (and loves to) beats up people who hurt you/people you hate !!!

“shh shhh baby, you’re okay,” he coos wiping the tears from your cheeks. “who dare hurt my precious darling?” he smiles. “i’ll go beat them up.”

besides draken, you’re his pillar of support

never feels his dark impulses around you and if he does feel it, he’ll come to you to suppress it

doesn’t say anything just hugs you tightly

definitely feels safe enough around you to sleep

loves to cuddle with you with in bed and will fall asleep holding you like a giant teddy bear

you and emma are also very close and mikey loves that you and his sister get along

mikey has my whole heart <3 hes so precious i want to give him a hug :))

[bedardlover69]

Looking Glass Self: Connor Bedard

“Hey. That's my order!” Connor says.  

“Cool.” 

You walk away 

“You’re all set, your cookie is already paid for. Anything else I can get you?” 

“Um no. Thank you.” 

Connor leaves the restaurant and looks both ways to see where you went. He doesn’t see you, but he’s focused on you. He looks both ways again and heads towards his car. He doesn’t know how to feel. He feels confused, lost, and concentrated. 

They got the same order as me. He says to himself and paid for my oatmeal cookie. Who are you?? 

Connor starts his car and puts on his playlist. He is so locked in with you in mind playing everything out. Astonished is how he feels about it all. He pulls out of the parking spot, and drives. 

“Cool.” He repeats and laughs.

At this point he’s just driving around; he decides to head home. But then he sees that jacket over the hoodie. Its you. You’re eating your Subway while walking and he’s even more curious. He slows down and stops his car, then rolls down the window. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. 

“Hey!” 

You look confused, and say “hey” back. 

“You paid for my oatmeal cookie.” 

“Oh yeah I did.” 

“Thank you, would you like a ride or anything.” Connor ask and his hands are sweating.

“Um sure why not.” You say in such disbelief, you put your sandwich away and wipe your mouth with your sleeve. You’re smiling. 

Connor wipes his hands on his pants and takes a deep breath, he cant believe himself and he is so nervous he cant stop smiling. You open his door and get into the passenger seat, his music is playing but he turns it down. 

“Sorry.” 

“Oh no thats okay, good song!” 

You both smile. 

Im “y/n”. 

“Connor!”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” 

You both shake hands.

“So I got the same order as you, but oatmeal cookie instead?” 

“Yeah” *laughs* “I’m allergic to peanuts actually..”

“Really. Peanuts?” 

He laughs “Yeah. Peanuts.” 

“Do you carry your epipen with you?” You ask.

“Oh of course!” He pulls out his epipen out of his pocket “All the time.” 

You laugh. Hard. 

“Im so sorry, thats like really funny!” 

He smiles.

“Where to?” He looks at you. 

“Your place?” 

*smiles* “Sure.” 

You both arrive at his apartment 

“What a view!” You walk over to his windows and look outside “Wow.” 

You start walking around his apartment looking at everything, he is just standing there watching you.  You look over at him and say "sorry" and smile.

“No thats okay, you can look around.” 

“Your kitchen is great! This is a really good apartment. How long have you been living here?”

“2 years or so, not to long.”

“It’s pretty homey.” 

“I try.” He laughs.

“What do you do?” 

“I play hockey.”

“Like professional?”

“Yup.” 

“For Chicago?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Bedard?”

“That's me.” 

He’s choked up. 

“You know you’re really good right?” 

He shrugs. 

“No, like you’re good.” 

He laughs, he cant take a compliment.

“I think I just get really lucky that I base it off of that.”

“So you don’t take credit?” You ask, wondering. 

“I guess.”  He says with hesitation. 

“Well you’re one lucky guy.”

You’re both smiling.

“It’s getting late, and I don’t think you ate yet and I have to get home.” 

“Would you want to sleep over?” He says impulsively.

You choke up and giggle, you’re taken back a bit. 

He must really like me. You think to yourself.

“I cant tonight, but I will be tomorrow.” 

He feels embarrassed.

“I like the forwardness, this is my number.” You pull out your receipt and write down your number.

He’s blushing and grabs the receipt “Thanks.” 

“Y/n” You repeat.

“Got it.” 

You both say “I’ll see you later.” And laugh.

“Bye.” You walk out his door.

“Connor fucking Bedard.” You say.

“Cool.” He says.

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

And this is how I write a draft...

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Once upon a date night in Paris...

Adrie: I can't believe you agreed to go out with me,Marinette.

Marinette (giggles): Me? You're the one who's the top international model of the Gabriel brand, and an award winning fencer to boot. Don't kid yourself. If anything, I'm the one that got the shock out of my life when you asked me out.

Adrien: (just smiles, shakes his head and takes her hand)

Adrien: No. I don't think you understand. All those things you mentioned don't matter. Not to me. But my best friend going out with me when I thought she disliked me, I can't begin to word how much it means to me. I meant it when I said you're the first real girl friend I got. Well, there's Chloe but you know, she's been there since we were kids. She's like family at this point.

Marinette: Uhm... you mean your friend who happens to be a girl, right?

Adrien (blushes and pulls away): Oh! Of course! I'm sorry, Marinette. I worded it wrong. Not that I do not wish that you're my- I meant to say princess that I- It's just that was presumptuous and I-

Marinette: (just watches her long time crush stutter, unable to stop a bright beam that threatens to tear her face in half)

Adrien (groans): Oh, Plagg kill me now. I'm just embarrassing myself, am I not?

Marinette: (freezes)

Marinette: Did you just say Plagg?

Adrien (eyes wide): Oh, uhm, my- my cat! See, I got a cat, you know, for company. He's pretty much the only one who listens to my rambling at home. Although, he has this weird addiction to stinky cheese. I wish he'd stop eating it.

Marinette:

Adrien: You've gotten quiet, Marinette. Did I say something offensive? I swear I didn't mean to-

Marinette: You're cool! I mean we're cool! I mean, everything's alright. Nothing's wrong. It's not like there's only one cat in Paris that's named Plagg who just happens to like stinky cheese and who happens to be Tikki's partner in crime and-

Marinette: (freezes at hearing Adrien gasp)

Adrien: (stops breathing)

Marinette: (forces on a smile)

Marinette (suddenly yells): CATS! Yes cats, because cats are totally cool and are different from kwamis which I should know nothing about, except I do because kwamis and ughhhh!! Kill me now. I blame Plagg.

Adrien: What?

Marinette: (deflates like a balloon)

Adrien: (has both eyes twinkling so beautifully)

Adrien (takes her hand and bows down to plant it a kiss, as though he's done a thousand times): My lady.

Marinette (who is very good at embarrassing herself, panics): My Chat, no, I mean, cat, I mean my cat, I meant Chat, I meant Adrien! (inserts a groan) Stop me, please.

Adrien (smiles and blushes like a tomato): You can, you know. I mean, it's true, isn't it? I am your Chat, my Marinette...my Ladybug.

There's the sound of Marinette's balloon popping, but the wide grin that's threatening to cut her face in half is an undeniable reflection of a happy heart.

Marinette: (squeaks when he pulls out a rose from out of nowhere and holds it out to her)

Adrien (suddenly gets shy, and raises a hand to scratch the back of his head in nervous tick): Is that- is that okay?

Marinette (who hates it when he doubts himself, acted on impulse and pulls him by the arm to smack a kiss on his cheek): Yup! Totally. One hundred percent. If that's what you want.

Adrien.exe stopped working.

And like in all fanfics, here enters a pair of hungry kwamis...

Plagg (flies out of Adrien's pocket, eyes rolling and tone dripping with sarcasm): Oh just kiss already!!!

Tikki (flies out from Marinette's purse and lands on perfect aim to hit her partner): PLAGG! You stupid black cat! Don't ruin their moment!!

[succubratty]

Between the lines:

Part I

CW: fart kink story

Okay, I never thought this could happen, and specially not on the place I work, so where do I begin?

My name is Rose, my teammates from work call me Ro, I’m a graphic designer in a big boring corporate company, don’t plan to be humble here, I’m good at what I do, I’ve been recommended several times from various departments directors to be art director, thing is chaos has always been my comfort zone, and that has led to other directors to hate me too, so I’m kinda stuck trying to climb this corporate ladder. 

At 28, I’m the kind of person who thrives on spontaneity—bold colors, big ideas, and a desk that looks like a tornado hit it. That’s me. Honestly I don’t feel the urge to climb, I know eventually I will, it's just a matter of time, but too much responsibility overwhelms me. So, when I got assigned to work with Elena, I wasn’t exactly thrilled.

She’s everything I’m not—calm, composed, and impossibly organized. At 35, she’s one of the company chief editors, a master at crafting the perfect message and connecting with people like she’s known them forever. Her campaigns are thoughtful and polished, every word chosen with care, and she hates my guts, because In a few occasions I’ve designed things completely opposite to the things she was proposing, and the bosses liked it. 

It wasn't my intention, she’s amazing at communicating stuff, but I came up with a better and faster way to make the same thing through my designs, It was super impulsive, and It was just a proposal didn't think the CEO would like it so much, I apologized to her, but I think I made things worse.

I had a brief meeting with Millie, head of the design department and my direct boss, —You can’t fuck this up Ro, get along with her, she asked for you, she’s going to be your direct boss for this project, I cannot defend you this time, If you can go through this I’ll recommend you to be an art director, we're making a new team In a new area, can’t give you the details now, promise me you’ll pull this through.— I mean, I couldn’t say no.

When I got out of Millie’s office, I ran so fast to the bathroom, god my stomach was killing me! I was recently diagnosed with IBS and everything started to have so much sense, It was a bummer really I’m lactose intolerant since I was a child, and adding another tummy illness to the list was so upsetting, I’m very careful with what I eat and that helps me a lot, but sometimes when I’m this nervous, I just built and built gas.

Good thing for me, Is that I found a single bathroom In a very far, far away compound of offices in the same floor, they were renovating them, and It hasn’t been in use for almost a year, that bathroom, Is heaven, I can be the loudest and break wind in peace, especially when having these IBS crisis.

While farting my life out, I was thinking how am I going to work with Elena, I don’t know really, "I’m going to just to show myself at her office and expect the worse I guess" I thought to myself.

I was coming out of the bathroom when I hear her behind me —Good it was you Rose, I wouldn’t mistake that high bun mixed with that casual unpolished style of yours.— I could sense the poisonous tone in her voice.

When I turned back to answer she was very close, she’s so tall like almost 5’7 the fact that she’s wearing those high heels doesn’t help either, and I’m just 5’ I felt so minuscule in front of her, I’m not gonna lie, she’s stunning, her makeup is on point, and her entire office outfit made her look like a supermodel. 

—You’ve waited me here the whole time?— I said nervously, I was more embarrassed than anything, I was hoping she didn’t hear me. 

—I was expecting to find you at Millie’s, but you already left, that’s when I saw the pins of your buns so yup, kinda did, I didn’t know this compound of offices even existed, this building is huge.—

—Yeah, it is.—  I said, laughing nervously.

—Yeah whatever, I guess I’m going to be your boss for this project, so would you like to accompany to my office please?—

She’s so bossy, and she treats me like a little kid, I felt like some kind of child that needed to be constantly supervised, I hate that feeling. So we started working.

At first, we clashed hard. She’d raise an eyebrow at my wild ideas, and I’d roll my eyes at her endless need for “structure.” But somewhere between our arguments over fonts and her insistence on “strategic storytelling,” I started noticing the little things.

Like the way her voice softened when she talked about the audience she was writing for. Or the way her eyes lit up when she found just the right word. And then there was her laugh—rare, but warm enough to melt my resolve every single time.

But she ended up things so abruptly she was compelled to be passive-aggressive with me, I guess she wanted revenge for the hard time I gave her in the past, and she was being hurtful, especially saying things about my appearance and infantilizing me, and I was so tired of that, It was our third day late in the afternoon, and she started a huge fight because she didn’t like the layout I made for a design.

—Oh, give me a break, Rose. You think everyone’s so in love with your little ideas because you’ve got that quirky, artsy vibe going on? Please. People only listen to you because you act like some wide-eyed genius who stumbled in with all the answers. That high bun, those oversized sweaters—it's like you're trying to play the part of the plucky underdog, but it’s all just... a gimmick.—

—A gimmick? That’s what you think this is?— I asked her, upset and kinda sad, really.

—I don’t know, maybe if you didn’t look like a teenager who raided a thrift store, people wouldn’t fawn over you like you’re some prodigy. It’s exhausting, honestly.— 

She said this with that sarcastic tone I hate, at that point, I was just angry.

—Exhausting? You know what’s exhausting, Elena? Listening to someone who can’t handle the fact that I’m good at what I do. This isn’t a gimmick—it’s me. Maybe you should stop trying so hard to pretend I’m the problem and assume you make a huge, ridiculous effort to infantilize me when you only want to hide the fact that the only one acting like a vengeful eight-year-old is you!—

I said this crying, I finally made her shut up, her reaction in her face, she didn’t know how to answer back, I fucked things up, It was time to say goodbye to that recommendation for being an art director, then it hit me, I wasn’t only crying for her hurtful words, my IBS, my tummy it hurt like hell, I was squatting with my hands on my stomach, everything happened so fast.

I expelled the biggest fart ever in front of Elena, it was so loud, and it lasted forever, and the smell, was like rotten eggs, I filled the room in seconds, and it wasn’t a tiny office. 

—Rose?—

I looked up to see Elena standing a few feet away, her expression unreadable. Great. Just what I needed.

—Are you okay?— she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

—Fine, nope, not really— I said sharply, though my voice wavered. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the couch she had in her office, trying to hide my embarrassment and how much I was struggling.

Elena didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at me with those sharp, calculating eyes of hers. —You don’t look fine— she said finally, taking a step closer.

—It’s just my IBS messing up with me and this is just really embarrassing— I said her trying to hide myself from crying, but I couldn’t. 

Before I could protest, she helped me to sit on her couch, she sat next to me and started to caress my tummy.

—What are you doing?— I asked, wincing as another cramp hit me.

—Relax, put your head on my lap— she said this with a very delicate tone I’ve never heard from her.

I didn’t have the strength to argue, so I slowly rested my head on her lap, her perfume mixed with my rotten eggs made a weird mixture. Elena handed me a some tissues so I can soak my tears and blow my nose.

We stood there in silence for a while, the hum of distant traffic filling the space between us.

—So the rumbling coming from that bathroom the other day I followed you, it, was you?— I was covering my face red of embarrassment, —Yes it was me, can you please stop making fun of me? I’m sorry for everything I made you feel in the past, but I don’t think I deserv…”

—I didn’t mean to upset you— Elena interrupted me, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. —You didn’t just upset me— I said, my voice low but steady. —You tore me down, Elena.—

She winced, looking down at her shoes. —I know— she said quietly. —I was out of line. I’m sorry.—

A big thunderous gas expelled from me interrupted the conversation, she kept caressing my tummy and her warm hands felt so good. —I’m sorry you have to smell this part of me.—

—Don’t worry— she said, her voice barely above a whisper. —I have a… thing, for gassy girls.—

I didn’t answer right away. The knot in my stomach was loosening now, the pain fading into a dull ache. I let out a slow breath, did she just confess to me that she has a fart fetish of some kind?

—You what?— I said, finally turning to look at her with my blushed face.

Her eyes met mine, and for once, there was no trace of her usual sharpness. Just something softer, something I didn’t quite know how to place.

—I like girls who fart, I like you Ro— This is her first time calling me Ro, and for the first time I could see an expression of vulnerability in her face, she was embarrassed and blushed.

—Ew, that is so gross!— I said jokingly, I was expecting for her to be angry about my reaction, but she was with this blushed horny face. —Yes it is gross, I am gross— she said, and I felt her thighs moving under my head, that could mean only one thing, she got wet from my comment. 

This was unexpected, but hot at the same time, then I did something very impulsive, maybe because I was getting horny too, I just kissed her, and she answered immediately, I could feel the taste of her lipstick, It was a long slow sloppy kiss.

Even tho she acted very subby when I called her gross, she just dominated me, maybe because she was bigger than me, she grabbed me firmly and started touching my entire body, her pace was so nice, my heart was racing so fast, she pulled my sweater and my blouse and started eating my boobs, good thing nobody was in the office at time, because I’m a loud moaner.

It was so clear that her intentions were going down my belly, and while she was poking my nipples with her tongue I tried to think of the last time I had sex, it was five years ago, with a frat boy, last week before graduating from college, worst sex I ever had period, and the reason I started disliking men in general. 

This, this was different, I thought while her hot breath was travelling down my tummy, I could feel she was ravenous, but in a very controlled way, when her lips touched my pussy I just screamed, I was embarrassed, I never had someone eating me out, I thought my satisfyer was all I needed, but oh girl I was wrong. 

And then It happened I was so relaxed that, I just farted in her face and instead of stopping she started eating my ass —Elena that’s dirty, I’m sweaty down there…— I couldn't say more, because she started giving me long licks from my ass to my clit, and I was about to burst, I came so hard I almost passed out, I squirted her face.

Elena laid down in the couch hugging me, she told me she came like three times in a row when I farted on her.

In the end, working with Elena had a completely unexpected outcome. Late nights in the office turned into wild fetishist sex. I started looking forward to her steady presence, her ability to make sense of my chaos. She’d polish my rough edges, and I’d nudge her out of her comfort zone. Somehow, we just… fit.

For someone who thrives on unpredictability, falling for Elena was a twist I didn’t see coming. But now, I can’t imagine anything more thrilling than the thought of her being part of my chaotic life.

I wonder if she started developing a crush on me just because of me being a gassy, scandalous IBS girl. I want to think that she likes me for something more than this, I’m afraid to ask her.

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If you came this far I thank you, In the second part I'll explore with the doubts Ro is having towards Elena. 😳

Thanks for reading it 💖 

See you all soon.

SuccuBratty 🥰

[aquaquadrant]

Hiii question!!!

What would the hels be for each member of the soup group, and what part of the original players do they represent?

I remember we know Pearl's already, but I forgot her name and what trait she is. I think it was something about 5 am Pearl with less chill?

Impulse.. I don't think we've met his yet? My guess just knowing Impulse probably has something to do with pettiness and also untrustworthiness (3rd life)?

And Gem! This is who I was really asking about but I decided to add the rest of the soup group in because why not :) My guess is that it has something relating to Geminislay? I would also assume based on 4+ years of watching her that her hels counterpart would likely being very sarcastic and have very dry humour. Like the rare times Gem pulls the sassy card are always hilarious and I think that hels!Gem should get to speak like that all the time :)

Also would you be okay with me taking this au/universe and writing some of my own stuff using different characters? As of right now I don't think I'll actually post it anywhere, but I have a lot of silly ideas mainly regarding the soup group and empires crew, but since this is you and Lunar's au I wanted to ask first before actually going anywhere with them <3

oooooo ok so first off, absolutely. while i’ve done a lot of worldbuilding for the HTP au, i def don’t own the concept of hels or helsmits- that was a gift bestowed to the fandom by welsknight and my interpretations are just one of many. all i can claim to really own are my original versions of the helsmits, who again, are one of many, and my storyline. so i’ve got no prob w you doing your own thing, and if i did, that’d be pretty unreasonable of me imo.

BUT YES, soup group. so we’ve actually met both pearl and impulse’s hels so far in ‘from eden,’ though only very very briefly. pearl’s hels is opalescentmoth, a giant monstrous moth hybrid who lives in a cave and eats players that come across her. she’s huge and has big fuzzy wings and antennae and multiple arms and massive compound eyes. her defining traits would be unhinged-ness (??? however you’d say it) and silliness. so yup, basically 5 am pearl all the time, but now she’s a man-eating monster.

impulse’s hels was introduced more subtly via a chat convo as instinctEV, atlas’s rival in the redstone business. he’s a demon like impulse is in this au, but with all his demon attributes cranked up to 11. big scary boi. horns, fangs, glowing eyes, forked tongue, forked tail, maybe even some kinda freaky demon legs, the works. but one of instinct’s defining traits is insincerity, so he sorta throws ppl off with his supposedly kind demeanor. in reality he’s more preoccupied with his other defining trait, hyper-efficiency, and only cares about other players so long as he can use them.

now, neither gem nor her hels have showed up in the au so far and probably never will. i do have a vague concept for her tho. i’ve always pictured gem as some variation of deer hybrid, whether it’s just an elf with antlers, a faun, or full-on cervitaur. so her hels is capricornslay, a unicorn hybrid (yes i know the actual capricorn sign is a goat, don’t come for me). i haven’t nailed down her traits, mind you, just the Aesthetic. she’s a centaur with a horn, and she’s like the old-fashioned unicorns on medieval tapestries and the side of vans, all delicate with the cloven hooves and lion-like tail. big ‘the last unicorn’ vibes. but her deceptive beauty and gentleness belies a hidden viciousness. she portrays the dark side of the forest, like that creepy old bog and mossy decay vibe, while gem portrays the light side of the forest, the cheer and vibrancy and life. cottagecore and dark cottagecore, u know the vibes.

[katbloo]

CHAPTER 3 OF MY BSD FIC‼️ FINALLY‼️‼️

I hope you guys enjoy reading this if you do,,,,,,I’d love to hear your thoughts:)))

Kanako’s eyes drifted open as she lay in her bed, the light peeking through the curtains ever so slightly. She stretched, her loose pajamas riding upward to expose her scarred stomach to the warm rays of sunlight. Her blanket had fallen mostly off the bed due to her twisting and turning.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes, simply laying there for a while before opening her eyes and glancing at her bedside table. It had been freshly cleaned, and a cup of tea was sitting on it. She sat up, grabbing the cup and taking a sip,

“…Hibiscus hot tea, my favorite…” She smiled to herself as she took another sip, “Room service must’ve stopped by, but they don’t know my preferred type of tea…so who else could’ve…?”

She then just shrugged and passed it off as a normal occurrence. Kanako felt her phone vibrate, and she glanced down at it. It was a text from Chuuya, asking if she was awake. Kanako raised an eyebrow as she lifted her phone and called him, placing it in her lap and putting it on speakerphone.

Chuuya picked up and began speaking, “Kana, facetime?” He asked.

“Huh? Oh, I just woke up, I won’t look very good…”

“You don’t have to have your camera on, but I gotta show you something!” He said. Kanako noted that he sounded weirdly excited, more so than she usually hears him. Kanako called him on FaceTime, but she decided to just leave the camera on.

Chuuya picked up and adjusted his camera, “Okay, so tonight I got some free time so I visited this cat cafe, look at this orange boy!” He pointed the screen at an orange cat that was swatting at Chuuya’s hair as he giggled.

Kanako’s eyes widened as she had to stop herself from squealing, “Oh he’s so cute-!!” She covered her mouth.

“Yup! Saw this little guy and thought of you, since he likes playing with my hair.” He grinned. Kanako started to tear up slightly at just how cute that was,

“Aww, I’m so glad you thought of me…” She laughed a bit and smiled while wiping her tears up.

Chuuya saw her wiping her tears, and he turned the camera to face him again, “Hey, you okay? Seems pretty unlike you to cry about something like this…” He asked with concern in his voice.

“H-Huh? Yeah, I’m fine, just…missing you a lot, is all. It’s really tough, considering I’ve never been so long without you since we met…” She sighed, “I’ve been so stressed, and all of my negative impulses are going crazy for some reason, but I just don’t know why…” She averted her gaze from the camera.

“…You wanna turn your camera off? If you don’t want me seeing you like this it’s fine.” He offered. Kanako nodded and turned off her camera before placing her phone back in her lap and taking another sip of her tea,

“I’m sorry if I’m a mess, I just…ugh, I don’t know what’s going on. Every time I have to take care of Koko she begs me to go see you but she doesn’t understand that I can’t.” She frowned. Chuuya leaned his head against his balled up fist,

“Yeah, that sounds tough…but I’ll be home soon, alright? Then, you and I can watch Koko together, we can get something to eat, hell, I heard there’s a place like this not far from the Port Mafia, I can take you.” He said with a smile.

Kanako nodded and took a deep breath, “That…that sounds good, I’d like that.”

“Good.” Chuuya pointed the camera back at the cat, “See look, this is Kana! Kana is my bodyguard back where I live, but she’s honestly more of a friend to me.” He chuckled as he remembered her camera was off, “Oh wait, you can’t see her, oops!”

“Friend? Yeah right. That guy wants you.”

Kanako glared to herself as that voice popped back up in her head. She didn’t bother giving it any attention though.

“Um, Chuuya?” Kanako spoke up.

Chuuya turned the camera back towards him, “Yeah?”

“Is there a chance you could come home sooner?” She asked.

“…Well if there’s an emergency, yeah. Why, you wanna see me?” He grinned. Kanako rolled her eyes,

“Well, yeah…obviously.” She sighed, “And I was also just wondering.”

“Hm. Alright then. Well…I’ll let you go now, is that alright?” He asked. Kanako just sighed,

“Yeah, that’s fine. I need to start my day anyway…” She frowned a bit.

“Alright then. Hey, take care of those guys you boss around as well, okay? I’m so used to always having you by my side that I forget that you’re a legitimate commander.” He chuckled.

“Oh yeah. That makes sense…and I will, thank you.” She rubbed her eyes a bit before grabbing her tea and taking another sip, “Bye.”

“Bye!” Chuuya hung up, and Kanako stared back down at her cup, the question of who got it for her came back up in her mind. She narrowed her gaze as she stared down at it, when suddenly someone knocked on her door.

“Hm?” Kanako adjusted her top so it was covering everything, then she pulled her knees up and sipped her drink, “Come in.” She called. The door clicked open, and a tall, dark haired man with golden eyes answer,

“Knock knock~” He said with a smile.

“Oh, Taiyou?” She tilted her head, then held up her cup, “Do you know who made this for me? I woke up and it was on my bedside table…” She took another sip, “It’s just how I like it.”

Taiyou chuckled, “Oh, that? Kai made it for you, and I brought it. He was running late for something but wanted you to get this.” He explained. Kanako felt her cheeks flush a bit,

“He didn’t need to risk being late…”

“But he did, for you. You’ve got yourself a very dedicated following. Running late isn’t a problem for them if it means keeping you happy, Kanako.” Taiyou said with a slight smile, “They would all perish for you. I’m sure the risk of a rescheduled appointment is nothing.”

As he told her that, Kanako felt her heart skip a beat. Has she really gotten this far? From just being the girl who was born into this bloodbath of an organization with no choice, to being a respected leader with one hundred people who would willingly throw their lives away for her?

“But I…”

“You may not be very high ranking, and yes, those men of yours may just be a collection of hard luck cases that you gave mercy to, but in their eyes you are much more than both of those things, Kanako.” Taiyou folded his arms, his eyes staring down at her, “You gave them new lives. Every last one of those men threw away their old, miserable lives, to live happier with you as their leader. That’s why none of them ever kept their birth names, it’s because they are new people now. And that’s quite honorable, isn’t it?”

She blinked several times, her mind processing what Taiyou had said. She was more than their leader, she was a new hope, a new chance at life.

But what stuck out the most to her, was that now, more than ever, she was letting them down. She was never around, she had no orders to give them, and it was obvious that they weren’t what was most important to her, because her slow downfall as a leader started because of someone else.

It started because six months ago, Chuuya left for America.

“…Taiyou, I need to get dressed, can you leave?” She asked. The man nodded and turned to walk out, but Kanako stopped him, “Oh, wait, why were you here in the first place?” She asked.

“Hm? Oh, I just wanted to let you know that Mai is coming back from her mission in a few days time.” He informed her.

“Ohh, I see. Well…thanks for telling me.” She waved goodbye, and Taiyou nodded before leaving, closing the door behind him. The moment he did, she jumped out of bed and swung her closet open. She grabbed her uniform and quickly took off her pajamas.

As Kanako slid into her underwear and shorts, she buttoned her shirt and looked over at a mirror in the room, a newly replaced one. She fixed the last button and stared at herself, taking note of all of her features that had yet to be covered, mostly on her legs. Scars ran up and down her thighs, and a large one was plastered across her cheek. She knew there were dozens more than that beneath her clothes, but now wasn’t the time to pick apart her imperfections.

She finished getting dressed and slipped on her shoes, then ran out of her room after grabbing her phone from her bed. She jumped into the elevator down the hall and had it go down to the lowest floor, where she left the elevator the moment the doors opened. She looked around, seeing how empty it was once again.

Kanako held up her hand and put two of her fingers in her mouth before blowing, letting out a whistle that echoed through the whole floor. Several doors opened up, and men came out of all of them.

“Hey, it’s the boss lady!” One of the younger guys waved, “Nice seeing you!”

Kanako nodded towards him, “Terra, are you staying behaved?” She asked.

“Am I staying behaved? Hah! I’ve been having to keep all the others in check!” He laughed. Terra was a younger boy with tan skin and brown hair, as well as brown eyes. He pulled out his loose ponytail and redid it while glancing at the other guys who came out of their rooms. A scruffy older guy that looked similar to Terra came out,

“Don’t believe a word this kid says, he’s been nothing but trouble.” He said as he straightened his beard. Kanako chuckled at the man throwing Terra under the bus,

“Oh, is that so, Terra?” Kanako raised an eyebrow.

“Dad!!”

The older man came over and scruffed Terra’s hair playfully, “He may be a troublemaker, but he’s our troublemaker. Isn’t that right?” The boy seemed to be embarrassed about how his father treated him, as he was just folding his arms and looking away.

“Always bullying your son, aren’t you, Curculio?” Kanako rolled her eyes affectionately. Curculio returned his hand to his side and nodded,

“He’s fun to pick on. He always gets so aggravated!” He grinned.

Terra groaned again, “Where’d Kai go? He’s so much cooler than you.” He looked around. Mao came from around the corner, “Oh, ew.”

“Damn, you could at least act excited to see me.” The guy grinned as he grabbed the cigarette that was falling from his lips, “What was that whistle for, eh, Kana? You finally taking charge again? You know I love to see it.” He said with a creepy smile. Kanako simply shook her head,

“Not yet, the mafia is busy lately, and right now we only have one pressing concern…and that’s getting a hold of the Weretiger.” She answered, “I just wanted to let you all know that we’re approaching something big. I’m not sure what, but…I know it’ll happen. And as your commander, I will be with you all every step of the way.”

The crowd of people cheered, and Terra’s face broke out into a grin, “Aw YEAH!! Kana’s squad is back in business, baby!” He shot a fist into the hair. Curculio rubbed his son’s head and smiled as well,

“We’re glad to have you back, boss.”

Kanako nodded, “And I’m glad to be back. I realize now that even after everything you all have done for me…I’ve been letting you down.” She sighed, “It’s time for me to step up as your leader. Just because my boss is gone doesn’t mean yours should be too.”

Mao smirked, “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Someone came out of the crowd and grabbed Kanako’s shoulder, he had black hair tied back into a messy bun, as well as a proud smile on his face, “Whatever you need, we’ve all got you. You know it.”

Kanako smiled and reached over to put her hand on top of his, “Thank you, Argiris.”

Argiris placed a hand over his heart and nodded, “It’s my honor, commander.”

Later that morning

Loud horns and the sounds of cars zooming down the streets could be heard even from the inside of the cafe where Mira was resting. She sat with a cup of coffee to her nose as she breathed in the sent,

“Ah…delicious~” She giggled a bit before taking a sip. She tilted her head to look out the window, her faint reflection staring back at her. Mira fluffed her blonde hair and batted her eyelashes, gazing into her own magenta eyes, “When will she be here? It’s almost time to meet.” She wondered to herself.

As if on queue, the door to the coffee shop opened and the bell rang, signaling Mira to look in the direction of the sound. The woman before her waved, “Ah, Hayashibura. I got lost, I apologize…” She spoke professionally.

Mira grinned a bit, “Come on, Kana. Don’t be so professional, I invited you here as a friend~” She gestured for her to sit. Kanako’s cheeks flushed a bit as she looked around,

“O-Oh, okay, sorry…” She walked towards the table with her eyes glued to the ground. Mira rolled her eyes,

“The moment you’re not working you’re a shy mess. Grow a backbone, Kana! You can’t get by bossing everyone around, honey.” She leaned back with her arm flung out.

“I don’t always boss people around, Mira…” She said quietly.

“Right, because when you aren’t you’re submitting to your boss like a lap dog. Take charge!”

“I’m not submitting like a lap dog!” Kanako blushed more, “Chuuya’s my boss, and it’s just right to follow his orders!” She objected while clenching her fist against the table.

“Kana.” Mira narrowed her eyes, “You can hardly function when he’s not around. The issue is that you’re just too codependent! I bet the second he comes back you’re gonna jump all over him.”

“Mira, did you just call me here to criticize me…?“ She seemed to be getting a bit upset. Mira sighed and shook her head,

“Obviously not. I am a bit annoyed that you had Koko dumped on me for the night.” She threw her hand out.

Kanako tilted her head, “Eh? I had Koko dumped on you…?” She asked with an apologetic look in her eyes. Mira blinked a few times,

“Oh, so you didn’t tell Risa to find me cause you didn’t wanna take care of her?”

“What? No…I just asked her to find someone else, I didn’t say it had to be you.” She clarified.

“Ohh, right.” Mira sighed and leaned backward, hanging her arm around the back of the chair, “I do have to wonder, for someone who seemed so maternal for such a long time…”

Kanako began to sweat a bit as Mira continued her statement, her fist lifted slightly from the table.

“…Why are you so against the idea of taking care of children if you always wanted to be a mother? And what happened that made you give up-“

“Nothing happened!” Kanako snapped. Mira jumped a bit, “Nothing. Happened. Don’t ask me ever again, nothing happened.” Her voice shook, and whether it was with fear or rage Mira couldn’t tell.

“Woah, sorry, didn’t know that would do that…” Mira recoiled. Kanako let out a deep breath,

“...Sorry, I just don’t like that question.” She sighed softly. Mira just stared at her before changing the subject,

“So, have you heard about the missing people? I heard it was a group of organ smugglers that were responsible, though we’re not sure of the details.” She propped her chin up on her palm and shrugged, “We’ve got too much on our plate to care though, since we’re trying to kidnap that agency member, Dazai.”

“...We’re trying to kidnap Dazai?”

Kanako was confused, as this was the first she heard of it, “Wait, why him? I thought our target was Atsushi.”

Mira nodded, “Our target is Atsushi, but guess which organization got to him first.” She said with a glare, “Atsushi was our bounty, and Dazai was our member. They can’t keep their grubby hands off anyone. Not to mention that letter we got…Dazai needs to be kept under our watch.”

“Letter…?”

Mira looked around before leaning close to Kanako and whispering, “‘Should Dazai fall, all of the mafia’s secrets will be revealed, and brought to light.’” She said in a grim tone.

“What?” Kanako gasped softly, “But how are we supposed to even get information out of him…?”

“Only person I can think of who’s capable is Chuuya, but he’s in America and won’t be back for another month or so.” She leaned back and took a sip of her coffee.

Kanako stared at her before looking down at the table,

“Chuuya needs to get information out of Dazai, but won’t be back for a while…but he said he’d come back if there was an emergency, which…organ smugglers, wait…”

Kanako’s eyes widened, “Mira. I need you to kidnap me.”

Mira blinked a few times, her expression breaking into a confused glare, “Huh?? I had a feeling you were into some weird stuff but-“

“What? No! Not like that!!” Kanako blushed, “I phrased it wrong…what I meant was, I have a plan, and it involves you kidnapping me.”

“That doesn’t sound any better!!”

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Yellowjackets S2 e8

I don't like the emphasis on the word hunt in the Lottie part of the recap.

Teen Lottie is not looking good. Again, I emphasise just how goated Misty is because jezus Shauna did a number on her.

Misty is literally helping Lottie pee blood right now and I want to give Mari credit for helping but also fuck Mari again for being a bratty douche.

Thank god somebody finally called her ass out for being a dick. And the fact that it was Misty is just chef's kiss.

Oh great, she dropped Lottie's bloodpiss everywhere. Mari is a whole pretty little liars character and she would not survive a zombie apocalypse, regardless of the fact that the x-ray keeps implying that she does by crediting her as teen Mari.

Thank god for captions because I thought Akilah said she's gonna have nugget eat her baby nephew without them.

Nugget being dead all along fucked me up.

You mean to tell me Akilah kneeled down between Shauna's legs as she was giving birth, and touched a dead rat before digging around in her guts, and Lottie is the only one pissing blood?

This show keeps getting more and more fucked up

Like that thing was decaying. It was mummified. It was a mummified mouse.

Fuck my life.

I didn't even think about the mouse being dead all along. What a plot twist. Hopefully the last big shocker of the season. Boy they really got us there. Oh boy. What an episode.

Van immediately picked up on Shauna lying, not from Shauna herself lying but from Taissa. I just know it.

See? I knew it! She figured it out! That's my girl! That's my baby!

My baby is so bright. So impulsive and bright. She's so fucking jealous that Jeff knows and she doesn't 🤣 this is the first time I've laughed in a while now, thanks Van.

Van is a little instigator and I love her for it.

So Tai used to see her shadow-self in her reflections as a teen too? That's good to know.

So was Javi the one carving all those sign 94 was it the cabin guy?

Mmm belt soup

They're really losing it. It's the belt soup. Things are continuing to happen. I almost feel sorry for fucking Mari right now.

Almost. It's still Mari.

Kevyn wants to fuck Jeff so bad.

I'm starting to like Callie and Jeff.

They probably should have burned the body.

Kevyn continues to want to fuck Jeff. This is the love story we should have been ficcing all along.

This is the funniest conversation. They really fucking owe Misty their lives. Also Van didn't look shocked at all that Misty had her address so my new headcanon is she straight up just stayed in touch with her. And I have so many thoughts right now but key being Taissa totally just used the political research excuse but really just wanted to check in on Van. Like I'm positive she did not just do all that just to make sure no one would talk. There's no way. Everything she's done so far has been leading up to reuniting with Van so there's no way she just hired a fixer to make sure no one would talk.

They really should build that shrine to Misty btw. She's the real fixer.

Nat gave Javi her socks 🥺 he's basically a pet at this point. He doesn't talk and he's just there as moral support.

Lottie and Misty sleeping in the attic together in a non sexy way... Though if you squint there's some chemistry there. I'm sure there's fics of it out there. Misty dabbing Lotties's swollen eyes, Lottie reaching up and pulling her in for a smooch...

"Shauna was seeing seduced by this adorable grifter" they try so hard at that comphet. Shh, it's okay, we know you love Natalie, Misty.

Van's expressions are everything 🤣

Is Shauna's shit going to come up to the surface now? Misty and Taissa have already outed their own pretty little lies, so it's only fair.

I hate that Walter is listening to Barbara Streisand covers of Sweeny Todd while making massive puzzles in a mansion and just generally living my dream life. Fuck you Walter.

At least tell me I have more Reddit upvotes than Walter. Let me have this one fucking thing, at least.

Yup, he immediately went to the cops. I have one thing in him at least; moral integrity.

How the fuck did Shauna get back? This has to be a dream. Van yeeted her keys.

Yup it was a dream.

Shauna sawbladehands 🤣

Jeff is a good dad 🥺

Van is lowkey instigating shit. I mean Tai was the one that said it but Van kind of controls who lives or dies back then. She's the one that decided where the line is. She was the one that put Lottie in power and she's the one that decided they won't let her die. Van is the kingmaker.

We're really gonna talk about Misty silencing the fixer like it's a bad thing though? She's solving problems other people created and they're calling her out for covering all their asses?!

At least Shauna is being honest and opening up. She's not wrong either.

Aaand Lottie is using this as a Segway to talk about the woods and her beliefs and stuff.

Van. The girl who holds the cards. That shot where she is shuffling the cards and you can see the antlers sticking out of her head was NOT a coincidence. Someone else may wear the crown but Van was always the antler queen. That's my theory anyway.

Van was so steadfast but Taissa was coming undone when Van picked her card. She was rocking back and forth and sighing and god the acting is so good.

Nat got the queen of hearts but I have no idea what that means. Is she to be hunted? If that's the case, why would they include their only hunter and their best medics in the lineup of potential prey? That's pretty shortsighted of them.

Also interesting to see the cards they've been using for fun and games and flashing around in the background to determine potential life or death scenarios.

There's no way they're gonna kill Nat. At least not right now. But fuck this is stressful.

Like even though I know she doesn't die and I've seen her as an adult I am still scared shitless.

Also again why the fuck would you include the only hunter in this?

Nat moving towards the knife too is so badass of her.

I hope this isn't one of those things where she's doomed because her card was pulled and now she has to die to right a wrong in the universe. Like final destination.

For once I'm giving Travis credit.

Why didn't they just kill Travis though?

I feel like this but where they're running off into the woods to hunt was in a preview somewhere earlier in the show.

Is Javi doomed? did Travis doom Javi? Is Javi gonna die? Is that why Travis was so fucked up in the future? I can't imagine this ending up well for them.

Lottie is suggesting an orgy

Nevermind, she's suggesting murder. I don't know why I even try with you, Lottie.

Knowing this show Van would get drugged but somehow survive because she's lesbian Jesus or lesbian Rasputin. I'm not sure which one but either way she's lesbian immortal so ye.

"our lives aren't that bad" Shauna, honey, you need to start paying attention.

The Van one was personal. Fuck. Like everyone else was like "Taissa, you pushed your family away and killed your dog. Misty you killed a person. Van, the life has been drained from you. You're a ghost of your former self. I look at you and I feel the inexorable reach of the grave shuddering towards me. There is something deeply wrong with you. You are broken on a fundamental level." 🫢

Ben in the meantime :

Is this where Javi hid out? Tai stopped sleepwalking so it couldn't be her hole Ben just entered so it has to be Javi's hole, right?

Or maybe Jackie is a zombie or a revenant and she's been chilling there.

Javi talked!

Taissa is leading the charge?!

The girls had way more weapons than I thought they did

Oh shit the ice is cracking

Misty just saved Natalie's life! But doomed Javi in the process. Is this why Nat can't stand her? Because Javi died for her? Because she didn't save him either. She can blame Misty all she wants but at the end of the day, Nat didn't save Javi either.

Is this why they hate her? Because she reminds them of what they had to do?

Is this why Van's and Shauna can look comfortably at her while Nat and Taissa shut the door on her? Because of what she represents?

Because Van and Shauna never ran from it while Nat and Tai both tried to bury it?

We say the wilderness chose but it was really Van and Misty. Maybe that's why they hate her too. Because she's stronger.

[turquoisealienthoughtninja]

I never thought much about the spiders or how it felt like they were always watching me until today.

It was one of those slow days where I stayed at home and tried not to feel bad about not having a job yet, so I did what I always do, I mindlessly scrolled through tiktok and watched people live their best lives.

"Master."

I jerked and looked around after hearing the whisper. I must be dreaming.

I looked back at my phone, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, so I decided to get up and eat something.

"Master, please."

"The fuck!" I screamed and dropped my phone when I saw what was speaking to me.

It crawled down from the top corner of the wall, and it looked like it was wearing... clothes?

I picked up a book and threw it at the wall impulsively before running down the stairs while hyperventilating.

Is this it? Am I finally running mad?

I groaned and ran my hands through my matted hair while grumbling, "I did this to myself. I probably drank something expired."

After a few minutes of silence, I went back to my room to be sure of my sanity, but the sight that I walked into almost made me faint.

There were at least ten spiders trying to release one from the bottom of the book I had thrown, and some even had tools.

"The actual fuck?!!!" I whispered to myself. "Yup, I must be hallucinating."

The spiders looked up at me after I spoke, and they started to shriek.

I went closer to hear them better, and they all crouched while chanting something I couldn't quite grasp until I bent my head a bit.

"Have mercy great one."

I narrowed my eyes and decided to play along since this could not be real.

"What exactly are you?" I asked while squatting to see them better.

One spider wearing something that looked like a sash came forward with two of its legs up.

"We are but your lowly servants. Please spare us"

"Where exactly did you come from though? And what are you wearing?"

The spider turned around to look at the others, but they looked away.

"We are but your lowly servants. Please spare us"

He was trembling and all his legs were wobbly. Was he afraid of me?

I smacked my forehead with the obvious realization, and the sound caused them to shriek.

I reached forward and rose the book up from the first spider before lifting it up to my eye level. At least two legs were broken.

"Master"

I guess he was talking to me, "Yes?"

As soon as I replied, they all started to shriek and spin.

"We need your help." It tried to stand, but it fell immediately. "Our kingdom needs your help."

"Okay?" I was so confused.

The spider turned around and shrieked at the rest of the spiders, who then began to climb up and into the crack in the ceiling.

"Sorry to break the moment, yeah, but what exactly is going on?"

The spider turned to me and pointed up with one of its working legs.

The attic?

"You want me to enter the attic?"

It shrieked and waved a bit. I assumed that was a yes because it rested a bit into my palm when I started walking.

The last time I went into the attic was most likely months ago, and all I went there to do was drop some pictures I was tired of tripping over in my room.

After pulling the ladder down with one hand and praising myself for having that energy even if I hadn't eaten for a while, I climbed into the attic, and what I saw would make any sane individual question their sanity.

You realize you should’ve done something about the spiders in your attic before they multiplied, gained intelligence and started a civilization. Recently they started worshipping you as their deity.

[fishcowwrites]

You've Begun to Feel Like Home

Smallcrow oneshot

1.5k words cross posted on ao3 under cut

i don't know what i'm doing so i hope this is good yuppers :)

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In the early morning light, Eric carefully lifted Tanner’s suitcase out of the trunk. When Tanner had come for the Anthony Padilla interview, he had only stayed for two days. Now, with the Red Bull stream, it wasn’t even one day. But even if they had sponsored Tanner to stay for a year, it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough. 

“So, uh, I think that’s it! I guess�� I guess this is goodbye then, huh?” Eric said, making sure to avoid eye contact with the taller man. Tanner nodded slowly, making no move to grab his bags.

“Yup. That’s it.” Tanner shifted awkwardly. “Thanks for driving me to the airport. You really didn’t have to. “I know,” Eric said, staring at the ground. “I just… I wanted to, y’know?” Tanner didn’t respond.

The two of them stood there in uncomfortable silence for a while, both men reluctant to make the move to leave. Eric’s heartbeat thumped in his ears as his nails dug into his palms. Why couldn’t he just say something? Was he really about to let the best thing in his life leave again? One part of him felt like throwing up and another felt like bursting into tears. But those weren’t options.

“tannerbeforeyougoireallyneedtosaysomethingtoyouandimsorryifitsweirdbutithinkiloveyou.” The words seemed to rush out of Eric’s mouth before he could stop them. Upon realizing what he just said, he made a noise similar to “aoughck” as he felt his face turning bright red. He wanted to take off running as fast as possible, but it was like his feet were fused to the ground. Thankfully, Tanner didn’t laugh, scream, or punch him in the face, instead opting for a mildly confused expression.

“Sorry, I didn’t- I don’t know what you just said.” Tanner said. This was it. This was Eric’s chance to just say he hadn’t said anything and just walk away like nothing happened. Unfortunately, Eric was impulsive.

“I. Hm. Ha. Well. I said. A lot of things. Which things? In particular? Or just in general? Cause I know I talk a lot and sometimes that can be confusing, especially when I ramble, because I have a lot of thoughts and lot of things to say and-” Eric halted as Tanner took hold of one of his hands.

“Okay. Slow down, Eric. It’s okay. It’s just… I’m pretty sure I know what you said. But I need to be sure. Please.”  Tanner’s voice was now hardly above a whisper, but Eric had heard every word. Shakily, he looked up. Tanner’s face was right in front of his, and- was he crying? No, not quite yet. But he looked pretty damn close to it. Tears he hadn’t even realized were brewing in his own eyes suddenly fell, leaving him feeling small and stupid as he quickly looked back towards the ground.

“Please, Eric. I need to know.” Tanner’s free hand tilted his chin up, forcing them to make eye contact. They were impossibly close now, almost as close as Eric had always dreamed of. It was now or never.

“I said…” Eric swallowed, trying to delay. “I said there was something I needed to tell you. Y’know, before you go. And-And I’m sorry if it’s weird, or if it makes you uncomfortable, or anything like that, but I really need to tell you this.” Eric took a deep breath, chewing on the inside of his lip as he tried gather the courage to say what he needed to. Because if he didn’t, it might eat him alive.

“I said that I think I love you.” Eric thought he might faint right then as he waited for Tanner to respond. Why wasn’t he responding? Did he hate Eric now? Had he always hated him? Oh god, he knew he shouldn’t have said anything. He should just crawl in a hole and die where no one could see him. He should be raptured by God and taken away from this world.

Suddenly, he heard something odd. It was… laughing. Tanner was laughing. Tanner was laughing at him. OH GOD, TANNER WAS LAUGHING AT HIM. His expression must have looked really bad, because quickly Tanner was rushing to reassure him.

“Oh, no, no Eric, it’s okay. I’m not, oh god. I’m not-” Tanner laughed as he looked at Eric, his eyes shining with something that could only be described as adoration. “It’s just… God, I’m stupid.”

“What?” Eric choked out. He didn’t know what to make of Tanner’s reaction. Was this good or bad? Did Tanner hate him now? Tanner was still quietly giggling to himself, seemingly getting a kick out of everything.

“CJ tried to tell me a while ago, but I didn’t believe him.” Tanner laughed, shaking his head. “He was practically yelling at me listen, but I didn’t.” If Eric was a computer, he would have bluescreened. It didn’t make sense. CJ? What was he talking about?

“CJ, he told me to tell you how I felt. How I’ve always felt.” Tanner explained, seemingly sensing Eric’s confusion. “Eric, I love you too. I have for years, even before… everything. And CJ was always telling me to just shoot my shot because you’d say yes. I told him he was crazy. I guess I owe him an apology now.”

I love you too. Those were the words that Eric had dreamed of hearing for years. A wave of relief rushed through his body as he realized what that meant. Tanner loved him. Oh god, Tanner loved him. He was laughing now too, relishing the release of all the tension. That year when he didn’t speak to Tanner was one of the worst in his life. But now…

“Can I kiss you?” The words fell softly from Eric’s lips, less of a question and more of a plea. Wordlessly, Tanner nodded as he leaned in.

By all counts, the kiss was awkward. Eric had to balance on his toes while Tanner hunched slightly. The morning air whipped the exhaust fumes around them as busses honked and cars screeched. Eric was sure he looked like shit, considering he had literally rolled out of bed to get Tanner to the airport on time for his early flight. But it was heaven.

No, it was more than heaven. Kissing Tanner was like life. It was the air he breathed and the ground he walked on. It was the sweetness of an apple and the heat of a pepper. It was the rush of adrenaline that lets you know you’re alive. It was everything and more.

After a blissful eternity, they broke a part.

“Wow.” Was all Eric managed to say.

“Wow indeed,” Tanner smirked. The pair of them stood there a little while longer, holding each other and desperate to not let go. They might have stayed there forever if it weren’t for the security guard politely but impatiently telling Eric he had to move his car.

“Do you still have to go?” Eric mumbled, burying his face in the crook of Tanner’s neck. He smelled faintly of vanilla and firewood.

“I’m sorry.” Tanner sighed. “There’s some work being done at the house. And Red Bull only paid for the one night.”

“Damn Red Bull. Too cheap to pay for two nights for the famous Smallant, huh?” Eric laughed. “You could stay at my place, though.”

“I… I really have to get back.” Tanner shook his head. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just… there’s a lot going on. Adult stuff.”

“Boooo adult stuff.” Eric groaned. “I just-I just wish you could stay longer.” It was embarrassing, how strong the need he felt to be with Tanner was. The need to hold him and never let go.

“I know. Trust me, I don’t want to go either. But… I’ll call you. Every day, until I can come back here.” “Every day.” Eric repeated. “You must promise call me every day. For at least an hour. Even if we’re not talking. Just to hang out. You’re gonna be so sick of me.” Eric laughed.

“Sick of you? Never.” Tanner chuckled. “But I promise. And I swear I’ll try to come back here as soon as possible. It just might take a bit.” They stayed there for just a second longer before the guard told Eric, less politely this time, that he had to move.

“Okay. Okay. You’re gonna be late for your flight.” Eric exhaled, pulling back from their embrace. “Text me when you land, okay?” They were both trying not to cry again, and Eric just wanted to get the hard part out of the way.

“I’ll text you. And call you, just like we said.” Tanner said as he grabbed his bags before leaning in for a final kiss. “Goodbye.”

“See you soon,” Eric corrected. “Not goodbye.”

“Right.” Tanner smiled. “See you soon.” And then he was gone.

Eric was crying again, but these were good tears. Happy tears. Everything had gone well. Perfectly, even. Tanner loved him. And it really wasn’t goodbye. It was just the beginning of their story.

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hope you liked it!

[zombied-drone-maid]

(for lols) The duality of Cyn in my head: absolutely dangerous and lethal

But also would impulsively eat a pine cone for CRONCHSH

Yup. I can imagine that. 🤣

-mun

[nomsfaultau]

Philza Malewife Competition Round 6

Previous rounds: Cleaning. Cooking. Decorating. Karens. Sick Day. Current points: The Lambs Wolves Wear (2), Lighting Lanterns Philza (1), Weight in Gold (1), Fault (1), everyone else (0).

For a quick synopsis for the fics I’m referencing- those are here

Next round: GET EGGED

Golden Apples (Gilded Atrophy): He catches it easily, then blinks. Just make sure it doesn't break...? Like he could understand if it was a dragon egg after they got driven to extinction, but...well whatever. He carefully clears out his enderchest and builds it a nest of his own feathers. For the next 3 days, literally nothing else can touch it. Philza doesn't open the chest to check on it once, since it introduces needless risk. The egg survives! Unclear if there is an effect from being stored in a different dimension?

Where do Babies Come From?: Barely catches it. Had a home ec class where they did this exact assignment years ago...and he definitely failed because he was a stupid teen with no impulse control. Now he's a slightly less stupid adult with some impulse control! So he uses a marker to write 'don't eat' on it and puts it in his Samsung Smart Fridge. 50/50 chance this works.

Worth far more than your weight in gold: The moment it's thrown at him, the giant birb eats it. Oops. Should've given instructions first? He's a little sorry for eating a human egg, but not very sorry. (Blame Gold-Chick/Tommy for telling him humans come from eggs; Rose-Chick/Technoblade wasn't confident enough to correct him). ((Also probably for the best he ate it given [Philza] has trauma around failing to protect his own eggs))

Lighting lanterns to bring you home: He sighs. Yup. More stupid tasks. After dealing with so much godly bs, he's more wary of the seemingly easy tasks since there’s usually some horrendous caveat. Is a monster trying to eat the egg? Will it spontaneously explode? He doesn't trust it. Philza nestles the egg in his hat and just stares at it for 3 days straight. No sleep. The egg survives. He has fist fought at least six shadowy figures from the corners of his eyes.

Fault: After his decade spent as a crow, Phil is excellent at making nests! And it fits perfectly in his horns, which offer additional protection. Plus his natural dragon heat means that the egg is incubating as well. Unfortunately, while he's having fun and lots of goofs balancing an egg on his head...he's literally being hunted down by the Foundation. And when his kids are being gunned down, their safety is a high priority over a silly tournament. The egg is destroyed while he's saving his Collected from the evil dehumanizing torture agency :/ sorry :/

Mandatory Family Reunion: Catches the egg and immediately yeets it back to nail the thrower in the chest. Straight up the fluffiest scene in the entire psychological thriller is Philza and his kids bonding over an egg fight. There's banter. There's hugs. There's fake backstabbing. There's Philza gently showing Techno that his abusive upbringing is not how most households work. There's Techno subconciously beginning to treat Tommy like his little brother and trying to protect him, which is the most adorable thing Philza has ever seen. Techno laughs for the first time. Did the egg survive? Not even slightly. Does Philza care, when his son is finally starting to fit into their home? No.

The Lambs Wolves Wear: Philza neeearly drops it. He's always vigilant and knew it was being thrown, but the deliberation on revealing his fast reflexes to the monsters meant he reacted belatedly. Anyway: You gave. The starving man. An egg he can't eat? Alright. Cool. Sure. He can probably find a place to hide it for three days...? Oh. Oh nope. "Tommy" got jealous that he was being replaced and the demon immediately smote the egg. All that's left is a scorch mark. Philza collapses to his knees and tries not to cry. He doesn't expect to survive this tournament.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!: The Fae King laughs. 3 days? Trivial! He immediately creates a time bubble around himself and the carefully held egg, speeding through the liquid timestream. And...oops. He'd intended it to be three days, but overshot and broke them out after 3 months. Close enough?

i have a wonderfully dumb idea for a malewife round!

HEY PHIL CATCH

🥚

here's an egg. no it won't hatch. just a normal egg. nothing particularly remarkable about it.

except it IS remarkable because for 1-3 days it is YOUR responsibility ✪ ω ✪

you will have to take care of this egg during the round! swaddle it, cradle it, help it get a degree, it's all up to you and your malewife capabilities o((>ω< ))o

on top of this already intriguing objective, note that you also have to take care of it whilst in your regular circumstance, yeah taking care of this egg as you simultaneously face (including but not limited to): rowdy children, hazardous terrain, guns, people that wanna kill you and maybe in extension this egg! will you handle the pressure ♨︎_♨︎

whoever manages to have the most fabulous (and relatively intact) egg in the end will have a rather deserved point in this competition! and maybe a breather if you want it

that is. if you managed to catch the egg. when i uh. threw it to you. youuuuuuu got this ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

- ehe [i. i don't know what i was thinking. feel free to ignore (°ー°〃)]

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[reallyromealone]

Super self indulgent

Super ooc

Mikey x omega reader

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

The Sea salt breeze felt soothing against his skin, the sound of waves calming against his ears. (Name) held his stomach gently as he walked into the small apartment by the shore, having moved to this tiny shore town with less than 2000 people in it and fell in love with it all.

It had been six months since the omega left Tokyo, six months since... The incident.

Six months ago, (name) found out he was pregnant with Manjiro Sanos son... Six months when Mikey told him he didn't want the babe.

But (name) did... So he made the decision and left.

He didn't bother talking to the blond before leaving, he couldn't handle the idea of getting rid of the baby he was so excited for when he found out only to be crushed.

His apartment was small, a simple two bedroom.

One for him.

One for his son.

A friend he had made donated her old crib from when her pups were babes, (name) would be a liar if he said he didn't cry and didn't get into deep details but did confess to the older woman about his situation and was relived at the elderly woman's patience and kindness.

"It's ok pup, we can relax and eat the yummy left overs from lat night" (name)s voice soft and soothing to his unborn child who kicked lightly, happy to get some food and rest in his nest and ignore his still aching heart.

-

Mikey felt regret the moment he said he didn't want a child.

The heartbroken expression on his sweet omegas face felt worse than any pain and yet he couldn't close his god damn mouth as he told him to get rid of the kid... His impulses were brimming that day and he was just

So cold to the love of his life.

The one who stood with him since toman.

And he broke his heart like that.

Mikey was devastated when (name) left, but couldn't bring himself to be angry at his mate... He was more angry at himself.

And he took that rage out on all who even slightly pissed him off.

He had his men hunt down his mate and After six painful months... They found him.

Across Japan on a coastal town.

Mikey wasted zero time going there, private jet and expensive car and suddenly he was Infront of the apartment.

He knocked on the door, getting no response and deciding to just pick the lock and let himself in and be enveloped in the smell of his beloved.

He took in the tiny place... Far to small for his mate and pup.

He halted in the nursery taking in the soft decor and so entranced he didn't hear the door open and close.

(Name) heated up his food and wandered towards his bedroom and pausing at the familiar figure in the nursery and staring at his back and short blond hair that was Mikey... And the scent.

Bourbon and honey.

Mikey turned to look at him, he looked so tired... Even more so than usual.

"(Name)..." Mikey said breathlessly walking towards the omega "this is where you're hiding.."

"I'm not getting rid of him."

Him?

Mikey looked confused till he looked down to the large bump his mate had...." My pup is a boy...?"

"He is... Why are you here Mikey"

"I needed to see you...both of you"

"Why?"

"I was a fucking idiot, i want you and the pup so so badly..."

"Why did you say it then"

"What if i loose the pup like..."

Like everyone else.

"We will keep the pup safe..."

"We...?"

(Name) nodded and set his food to the side, fidgeting slightly and not making eye contact with his mate and jolting slightly when Mikey pulled him into a warm hug and enveloped him in his scent.

(Name) clung to him as he scented him back and began crying softly "why are you crying baby?"

"Hormones..."

"Lets get out of here, yeah?"

"I don't wanna leave here forever..."

"We can visit... Make it our vacation home.."

"Promise "

(Name) nodded as Mikey gently rubbed his belly, startled when he felt a small foot kick his hand "pup is saying hello..."

"He's moving?"

"Yup"

Mikey wanted to throw up.

He misses such important fucking milestones because he can't close his god damn mouth.

"I see...let's go baby"

He vowed to never miss another milestone ever.

"Can i say goodbye to my friend?"

"Friend?"

"She helped me... Gave me the crib"

"Alright, let's go say goodbye "