#it's not really that i didn't organize the files very well to begin with

[tea-of-destiny]

writing, doing art, playing my instruments, literally anything fun and exciting ❌

sorting through all the classwork files on my laptop because i need to update it for an app to function but there's not enough disk space ✅

[echantedtoon]

Kinda like my last post but more poly. Auish so barely anything's cannon. Kimetsu Gauken based. Artwork not mine both found on Pinterest. Will probably contain some headcannons from my Kagamane x Reader headcannons post too.

-How did you catch the attention of these two couples? You literally had no idea.

-You only knew that you were Muzan's secretary before he hired Kokushibo to take over your job as he was 'better suited.' But unbeknownst to you, that was a way to just get closer to you by Muzan and his wife.

-You've been working for the couple for over two years having been hired by Two to help the both of them manage their companies. Muzan wasn't happy about his wife hiring someone without his say so but relented the because his wife was happy with you.

-You did a very good job honestly. Papers were always perfectly filed, and you were very organized and clean. You kept up with his own and Rei's Business deals separated unless needed to be combined. He couldn't remember how many times the last secretary mixed up their appointments and costed them time and money. You were also on time all the time everyday and had materials at the ready for whatever he needed.

-Rei was quite satisfied with your performance as well and he liked knowing his wife was happy so he didn't care about her inviting you to have small lunch breaks with her and their daughter.

-Their daughter was quite taken by you as well. Smiling and talking about how nice you were and how you had help her learn how to spell a big learn that won her spelling bee at school.

-Rei quite agreed you were quite a charming lady and she wouldn't mind having you around more often. He agrees.

-While you're professional and perficiant in what you do and your bubbly kind and positive personality added a bit of fresh air into the office and at the same time you weren't overly positive for him to find you annoying. If fact he quite looked forward to the way you treated him every morning with your bright smile and a cup of his favorite coffee. How you and Rei smile like old friends and get along so well. How his daughter is always excitedly bouncing around and showing off what cool new facts she learnt 'from the nice office lady'!

-Its inevitable they would find someone as cute as you unable to resist for long. It's not surprisingly Rei that brings up the subject first while at breakfast and he's reading a newspaper. "Dear, Y/n was so kind to teach our little darling how to easily spell arithmetic the other day." "Mmhm. Very nice." "You know I don't think we're really giving her a position she deserves. You've always said that I could use a personal assistant for my work." "Darling, you just read my mind."

-You are shocked when the happy couple announced that you were fired from your secretary job but they were moving you to be Rei's personal assistant. You gingerly try to reject the offer but they insist having already replaced you with Kokushibo who turns out if far more efficient.

-So begins your very awkward new job as Rei's personal assistant. Some of it isn't too different from your old job minus following her around during the day. You still file paperwork for her and handle calls if she's busy, but now you also did things for her such as getting her awkwardly massive food orders-

"I have your double shrimp salad bowls."

"Oh thank you. But I must've gotten too much. You eat the other one you've been working so hard and deserve some food."

And going shopping with her as she gifts you extra items she ..accidentally buys an item she didn't want.

"I have all your bags, Ma'am."

"Thank you. But it seems I accidentally bought the purple heels instead of black."

"Shall I call the store and request a refund for the shoes?"

"No need. You can keep them. They're your size anyways."

-You also start to help out Rei's husband by rearranging furniture in his office as he works and gauges your help in certain things.

"I want you to take this."

".... It's an address and..IS THIS THREE THOUSED DOLLARS?!"

"Yes. I'm thinking about buying a share at this new retreat but unfortunately I'm far too busy to go myself. Go check yourself in for a week and report back to me anything wrong with the place."

Even when you go, granted having a good time, and comeback with your positive feedback you don't see any shares listed for the retreat in the financial database. But he does use your help in other situations too-

"Is this a dinner reservation?"

"Yes. I'm interested in hosting a business dinner together with some investors next week. Go to the reservation and see if their food is up to my standards."

You are concerned when he sees no investors the next week.

-You start to get very awkward when Rei requests you start doing more personal things. Like tutoring their daughter and picking her up from school and playing with her when they're busy. And staying to have dinner with them multiple times a week even if you decline.

-You unexpectedly get a raise despite doing less work than your last position.

-You get invited on outings together to help watch their daughter but for some reason there's always a place set aside for you or the reservations always included a fourth person.

-You get random gifts with excuses-

"My daughter thinks it's your birthday and she'll be upset if I didn't at least gift you some flowers."

"Here. I never used this dress anyways and they got my size wrong."

"My wife misplaced her necklace so I ordered a new one for her. She just found the old one today so you may keep the extra."

-One day you pick up their daughter from elementary school and she's just happily chatting away in the back seat.

"I can't wait for Mother's Day. I'm gonna make you and Mommy the best cards ever!"

"Aw. You don't have to do that. I'm not even your mom."

"Not yet! You have to marry them first and I'm gonna be the flower girl!!"

"Haha! I'm not marrying your mommy and daddy."

"Huh? You're not?"

"Of course not. What made you think that?"

"Because Daddy says I can be the flower girl! Mommy even picked out matching dresses for all three of us in that fancy magazine!"

-Both are a mixed reaction when they receive your professional company email that very night explaining that the hours were starting to get bad for you so you were putting in your two weeks and using all your company vacation days for that entire week so they didn't have to trouble you for a final paycheck.

-Rei is absolutely shocked and very, very confused. Why did you suddenly quit? If the hours were getting to bad then they'd be happy to talk with you about it and rearrange things.

Muzan is pissed. How dare you just quit on such short notice?! After everything they did?! You didn't even have mind to tell them in person!

Both try calling you but get nothing but voicemail, their emails go unanswered as well. Their daughter is very upset. Why did you leave? Weren't you going to marry them?

-Unbeknownst to the couple you use the extra money from your sudden raise to move away to a new residence. Blocking both on your old email and phone before completely getting a brand new email address and number and being sure to block them again on those too before gathering up all the unwanted gifts up to mail them back being sure to include no return address.

-After laying low for about a month you decide to go back out to job hunt. Eventually finding a secretary position open at a local school after the old secretary retired! Perfect! You end up calling the number listed for the principal and she's nice enough to arrange an interview for you with her husband, the Chairman of Kimetsu Academy.

-The interview actually goes very well! Mr. Kagaya Ubuyashiki is a very kind man and his wife is also very kind and both of them were impressed with your resume. You got the job the day!

-You're a little out of your territory being in a a school setting but slowly things start turning. You start to really enjoy your job at the Academy. You've already made friends with a few teachers like Kyojuro and Gyomei.

-Students start to like coming to the office more because of how bubbly and friendly the new secretary is. The teachers start to talk to you more often and invite you to staff parties and outside work events. Events that you were free to DECLINE and no one was giving you an uncomfortable feeling.

-Was working your old job really that stressful? You couldn't remember the last time you actually felt appreciated or just had someone treat you normally.

-Kagaya thinks it's amusing watching you shyly peek into the doorway to his office with papers clutched into your hands and bashfully asking if you could come in. The way you so innocently look unsure of something or squeak out a question. It's adorable seeing your attempts.

Amane finds your sweet and bubbly personality is perfect for the job! Especially when she sees how much you love interacting with the students and always friendly towards her own children. When you shyly ask her for help with scheduling or ask where a certain file is, always puts a smile on her face.

-Speaking of the Ubuyashiki children, you adore the quintuplets! And don't mind watching them in the office for a little bit if Kagaya or Amane was running a little late or had to do last minute work. Because they always asked you if you'd be alright with it first and didn't expect you to do anything outside your job.

-Somewhere along the way they ask you politely if you'd like to have dinner with them without any expectations for you saying yes and you agree wholeheartedly. Making it a weekly thing where you all would all have dinner together Sunday night.

-Muzan and Rei really don't know where you went for the longest time until he just happens to mention you in front of Nakime who recognizes you instantly and reveals it to him.

-Muzan is absolutely RAGED to find out not only are you working for his cousin but seemed to be dating his cousin and his wife!! Rei has to hold him back and tell him to not do anything dumb before he goes to do anything actually dumb like storm into the academy and yell at everyone.

-Instead he furiously calls his cousin and DEMANDS to know what the hell he thought he was doing!! And DEMANDS to let him talk to you THAT INSTANT!!

"Oh yes. You're the really weird bosses she was talking about. How's your dating life going?"

"YOU FUCKER!! IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY I SWEAR YOU'LL PAY FOR IT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!"

"How do you both manage to get married but still pull no bitches combined?"

"YOU MOTHERFU-"

Rei later scolds him for cussing in front of their daughter at her cousins and for chucking his phone off their second story balcony.

-She tries to later apologize for his tantrums via calling Amane who firmly states that they were not to go near you but much more politely.

-Your're later very surprised to discover that Muzan and Kagaya are actually cousins but it doesn't change your opinion on the Ubuyashikis because of how well they have been treating you.

[whenalltheeyesopen]

At this point @jellyskink has shown Ford losing no fewer than three separate pet shows, so I made a followup to the fic where Irene drives him home while he's having an abandonment-related mental breakdown.

Enjoy! (AO3 cross-post)

Irene paced three steps along the hall runner. She tapped the little ivy leaf that marked the midpoint, turned, walked back.

"This is the stupidest thing I've ever done," she said out loud to the empty hallway.

Then she picked up her phone and made a call.

---

Dr. Ibis almost didn't answer. Dr. Irene Oleander was a nice enough woman, but a call from her so soon before one of his regular appointments with that patient was a guaranteed migraine. It was fine when she was just requesting his most recent x-rays, but sometimes she called to tell him that she had found flesh-eating worms in the man's gums and to please be careful in case Bill Cipher had been denying his favorite pet medicine access.

Whatever this was, it would be just as unpleasant tomorrow. It was probably important, possibly time sensitive. Sometimes, the migraine needs must be endured.

"Hello, Irene," he said.

"Yusuf. How are you doing?"

"Fairly well." He gave the file on his computer screen a quick once-over. "Busy with work. I assume you're calling for business?"

There was nothing but the white noise of a poor connection.

"...Hello?"

"I'm here," Oleander confirmed. She sounded uncomfortable. "This is going to sound extremely strange, but I wanted to ask you a favor."

Ibis raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn't see. He tried to make sure the humor was obvious in his inflection: "I hope we aren't on such bad terms that a favor is outlandish to ask."

"No, no, it's just- it's an outlandish favor."

Ibis hummed. "Irene," he said, "does it by any chance have anything to do with a certain mutual patient?"

To his chagrine, she did not respond immediately.

He sighed loudly. "Just tell me what it is."

"Is there a custom trophy shop near you?"

"A what?"

"A trophy shop, or a place that does etchings or something."

"Uh-" he had never had cause to investigate, but he was pretty sure the print shop did tchotchkes. "I think so?"

"Right. Um." Oleander made a strange noise. "Um, so, after your last appointment, you asked me to try and get Dr. Pines to start flossing regularly since he hadn't been listening to you. And I did talk to him, and last I saw him he said he had been."

"Well that's peachy," Ibis said drily. "He eats nothing but organ meat and candy with as far as I can tell a side helping of stainless steel deadbolts. But at least he's flossing."

"Believe me, I'm fighting that same battle," Oleander said. There was real anger in her voice. She was much more invested than Ibis in the lost cause that was patient health.

Static again.

"Alright," she said. "Can you, um. This is going to sound stupid. Can you make him a trophy for it."

Ibis almost couldn't believe his ears. "For flossing?"

"I know it's ridiculous."

"Ridiculous doesn't begin to cover it."

"I'll pay you back for the cost, and - I don't know, I'll buy you dinner or something. Or owe you a favor."

Ibis glanced over at his computer again. He did some mental timesheet math.

"Yusuf?"

"I'm thinking."

"Please. I know it's dumb, but he's had a really bad... Uh, series of encounters."

"Yes, I saw them on TV."

Oleander's voice went quiet while she swore away from the receiver. "You were watching."

"I thought it might be fun to see how Calimari did."

"That's... Very sweet of you."

"I found Cipher's entries infinitely more entertaining."

"You-" Oleander cut her own furious response off, apparently remembering that she wanted Ibis to owe her a favor. "Will you help me cheer him up or not?"

"Well," Ibis said, "you do have a way with insurance companies."

"You want me to do your insurance coding for you???"

About eight hours of it, in fact. "If you want me to cheer up your sad little man."

"Yusuf, I swear-"

"Deal or no deal?"

She went silent again. She was definitely fuming at him.

"...Deal."

"Fantastic."

"Thank you."

"I hope you have a marvelous day, Irene."

"You too."

"I'll send you the relevant documents."

"Lovely."

He logged out if his computer. He stretched his shoulders, stiff from too much desk jockying, and headed out the door.

Maybe flossing trophies would enter his normal hygiene support system after this.

[jareauiisms]

welcome to the Emily Prentiss scene! are you a writer, blurber (idk if that's a word), and just a general Prentiss lover?

also, if you had any emily headcanons that you'd be willing to share with the class, I wouldn't be opposed 👉👈

well hi there!

im more so of a blurber and hc fanatic. ive written once or twice and gotten some really good feedback, but i dont plan on writing much :3

i am a general prentiss lover, though! im obsessed with emily. her and elle greenaway are my two fav characters of absolutely all time (and yes, im a prentaway shipper.. if that doesn't tell you how desperate and gay i am—)

i am willing to share some of my hcs though, 100%!

⋆˚ 1. emily definitely can and will decide to strap you down at late hours of the night once she returns home from a case. you can expect her to be tired yet so needy. she wakes you up with a whole bunch of kisses, soft praises, and whines. "hi baby, im here–" and definitely "i missed my girl–". she's definitely whimpering the whole time, though. she misses the way you felt. fingering herself to a few polaroids she took of you when you guys have sex (im gonna piggy back off this idea in a sec, just you wait) and the pics you always send her.

^᪲᪲᪲࿐໋2. emily prentiss and her love of cameras. i could definitely see her as someone who usually has a digital camera and a huge, meticulously organized google drive folders. one folder specifically is dedicated to you. she loves taking pictures of you after sex (with consent, because its very sexy). she takes pictures holding your face, hand grasping your hip, your thigh, or your ass. she keeps this for her cases when she's away. its her saving grace. she also really enjoys polaroids. she has a polaroid in her phonecase of you two at a party garcia held. i like to think she has a few mint tins that are filled with polaroids she's taken or you've taken, whether it's in the kitchen or in the bedroom. she loves taking pictures.

☾⋆｡𖦹 3. sex @ headquarters. theres definitely been some times when she's in hq, stressed about cases, and definitely also sexually frustrated just because she thought of what you and her did the night before. looking at the pictures didn't help. she goes off in her head, replaying the sexy scenes between you guys, yet it still doesn't get the job done. so she calls you. she sometimes makes up a little lie, like she forgot her lunch at home or forgot a file, or she's sometimes so straight up with you. so you go into hq and straight to her office. you really would also wanna catch up with everyone, but you can't leave your girlfriend horny and hanging alone in her office.

you get into her office and she immediately makes sure her office blinds are closed. once thats done, she puts you under her desk, and she unfastens her pants. you get a birds eye view of the soaked, lacy black underwear she put on this morning. the pair that you loved the most on her. you could smell and feel the arousal radiating from her. without thinking, you quickly tear the underwear off of her out of desperation. and you begin your relentless assault on her dripping pussy. her hand slides under her desk, and she tugs at your hair, pushing you further into her pussy. your nose brushes her clit as you violently eat her out. a simple: "fuck, baby" escapes her lips. you know shes pleased.

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

thats all for now :3 i hope you enjoyed anon!

[dystopicjumpsuit]

DJ's Follower Celebration!!!

Hi friends! I recently hit a follower milestone that absolutely blew my mind; I never really expected anyone to be particularly interested in my work, let alone this many of you. I am constantly blown away by your talent, insight, and creativity. I'm so grateful for every single one of you, and I want to celebrate YOU!

With that in mind, I'm going to be opening requests to create Datafiles like the one I made for Cerra for your Star Wars OCs. I've created three different versions: a Grand Army of the Republic Personnel Datafile, a Jedi Archive Member Record Datafile, and an ISB Suspect Datafile. Here are some examples of what they look like:

Transcripts in alt text.

Here's what you need to do to participate:

Submit an Ask with your OC's name and the artwork you'd like me to use. The artwork should have either a plain or a transparent background, and the filesize needs to be smaller than 25MB.

Fill out this form to tell me what information you'd like included in your OC's datafile.

Reblog this post to spread the word so other folks can participate, too.

That's it! Detailed rules are below the cut:

Rules:

Since this is intended to celebrate my followers, this event is only open to folks who follow me. I will be checking.

Each blog can submit a maximum of two requests.

Once I've created the Datafile, I'll answer your Ask with the PNG and the transcript. Feel free to share and repost them elsewhere, but it would be lovely if you could give me credit; I worked hard on these!

Requests will be filled in the order in which they are received; please be patient as it takes time to create the Datafiles.

I will not begin working on a request until I receive BOTH the Tumblr Ask AND the info form response.

By submitting your OC info, you agree to allow me to edit the text if necessary to fit in the template without consulting you ahead of time.

If you use a Picrew or similar to create your OC artwork, please include the link in your ask to credit the creator. By submitting artwork, you affirm that you have a right to share and transform/edit the artwork, and that you are giving me permission to share/edit the artwork as well.

Don't submit inappropriate images, please. I'm a delicate kriffing flower.

Do not submit hateful content.

I reserve the right to ignore a request for any reason.

Tips for success:

Keep it succinct; it's fine to use truncated, abrupt sentences. Sometimes they make it sound more official, and remember, I have limited space in the templates. I'll do my best to accommodate what you submit, but I might need to edit the text to fit (see Rule 6).

Think about whether the organization creating the Datafile would know/care to include the information. Examples of things to include: injuries sustained in battle (particularly if they were severe/debilitating); special/unusual Force abilities; an explanation of why a Jedi padawan switched masters; outstanding warrants. Examples of things that might be less relevant: petty crimes that the ISB wouldn't necessarily investigate (keeping in mind that they're more like the FBI/CIA/NSA than the local PD); minor injuries sustained outside of combat (like a black eye from a barfight at 79's); favorite snack when they were a youngling in the Jedi temple creche (unless they're STILL a youngling in the Jedi temple creche).

Remember that the ISB stands for Imperial Security Bureau, so they wouldn't have a file during the Clone Wars. Similarly, the Jedi Archive and GAR records wouldn't reference the ISB Datafile (though ISB certainly could have access to Jedi and GAR records).

Think about the perspective of the person creating the record; if it's ISB, they might accuse your OC of a serious crime that they didn't commit (or exaggerate a minor crime to look more severe than it actually was) for the sake of propaganda.

Have fun with it! "Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking" is a fantastic trope for a reason!

Thank you all so very much for being such a lovely, welcoming group! I can't wait to celebrate with you!

I used these picrews to create the OC artwork for the examples: GAR; ISB; Jedi Archive.

Ragu list:

@secondaryrealm @sev-on-kamino spicy-clones @wings-and-beskar @523rdrebel @merkitty49 @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @arcsimper5 @starrylothcat @clio3kantarella @cloneloverrrrr @goblininawig @ladytano420 @arctrooper69 @wolffegirlsunite @sunshinesdaydream @mandos-mind-trick @littlemissmanga @stunkbiggu @starqueensthings @clonemedickix @marierg @idontgetanysleep @moonlightwarriorqueen @dudewhynotthis @sleepycreativewriter @tcwmatchmakingau @littlemissbshine @multi-fan-dom-madness @heavenseed76 @wizardofrozz @bobaprint @sweetcream-coldfoam @banksys-rat @skellymom @pickleprickle @trixie2023 @mythical-illustrator @dickarchivist @cw80831 @kimiheartblade @meredithroseg @flyiingsly

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I've not posted here much in the last couple of weeks, for a number of reasons. The main one being that my grandfather's in the hospital and I've been busy with trying to visit him frequently and support my family (he's now back in the care home and alive, but also his ability to be coherent and aware of his surroundings has taken a major hit that it looks like will probably be permanent, and that ability had already been significantly eroded by Alzheimer's so he didn't have a lot of it to lose, but he's still here and that's what matters, sorry to include this very bleak information in a fun post but it seemed weirder to not specify the outcome as that would imply he's dying, which he's not at the moment, so that's good, but it's been a rough couple of weeks for everyone involved), but also I've become a touch fixated on trying to get my comedy folder absolutely perfect, now that I have my new 14TB hard drive. I've brought over lots of stuff from other hard drives, I've re-downloaded comedy that I watched in the last few years but never saved because I didn't have space at the time, I've added new folders and re-organized old ones. I've realized there are a few people who definitely should have had folders but didn't, it's more organized now. Also, it turns out that Demetri Martin's name was misspelled in his folder name for the entire ~3-ish years that my comedy folder has existed in its current form, so I've fixed that. Things like that. I've also spent the last week running my laptop constantly to back up this folder of about 4TB, which my laptop has been struggling through valiantly and is now, apparently, 84% done. It really does take a long time.

So for the last two weeks, much of my free time has been spent on family stuff, and any free time I have at home, I've been obsessively reorganizing hard drive files rather than doing things like writing posts. I have a list in a Word doc of comedy things that I've got into lately and want to write about, but every time I have the chance to do so, I instead do something like make sure the 2005 recording of the Brixton gig where Kitson compered for Simon Munnery and Demetri Marin is copied into both the Munnery and Martin folder as well as the Kitson folder (the specific example being what I did this morning and how I caught the spelling mistake in the folder name for "Demitri Martin").

Anyway. The only other thing I've been doing with my time is attending local comedy nights, and a couple of weeks ago I closed a show for the first time (it was just a free pub comedy night so they don't do, like, headliners or anything - but they also won't put someone last unless they're pretty sure that person will end the night on a strong note, so that was a sign that the guys who run that night like me, which is cool because I like them), and I was excited about it, so fuck it, do people want to hear my six-minute set? Or at least, most of it. I cut out about 20 seconds at the beginning of me starting really awkwardly and getting no crowd response. Because it's my audio file and I can do what I like with it.

I've realized while listening back that there's more than I realized of references that probably only make sense to Canadians, preferably anyone who lived in Canada in the year 2000, when our former Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau died and they had a huge state funeral and massive national mourning and my fifth-grade class did a big project on him, and there were famous images of his two teenage sons crying over his coffins, and one of those sons was named Justin and he grew up to be another Prime Minister, and he sucks. You mainly have to know that. Also he got divorced last year.

I also realized on a re-listen just how much I stumble on my words and say "um" and "uh", which I'd been trying to work on cutting down, and apparently I have to try much harder. Anyway it's fine.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1262: Spending the Day With the Princess of Knothole (Sonic X SSBU)

3:13 p.m. Outside of the Knothole's Royal Castle.......

Sally: (Walks Out of the Castle and Then Down it's Entrance Stairs Along with Shadow) I can't thank you enough for helping file those stacks of paperwork with me, Shadow. I dunno know how you were able to do it all without having the urge to claw your eyes out......

Shadow: When you're assigned to do them as often as I do on a slow day, you'll tend to get used to it overtime. (Ros his Eyes a Bit) Regardless of how more and more time inducing it gets down the line.

Sally: (Sighs Heavily While Placing her Hand on the Side of her Head) Tell me about it. I mean seriously, who idea was it stack them all up into seperate, tall like buildings in the first place? (Crosses her Arms While Pouting) They need their next paycheck cut to pieces

Shadow: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) That's doesn't seem very royal like to say, your highness.

Sally: Yeah, well having me to waste hours of my time on end, getting them signed, filed, and organized before another pile suddenly drops down on my face seconds later, isn't royal like either, don'tcha think?

Shadow: ('Heh') Not in the slightest. But at least that's one less thing to worry about for now.

Sally: (Sighs in Relief Once More) Very true. Do you have any plans ahead of you right now that you're free, Shadow?

Shadow: Not at the moment. I was preoccupied with getting everything finished and situated that I didn't get the chance to plan about that in particular.

Sally: (Forms a Bright Smile on her Face) Well, in that case, you're in luck. Because I would like to take you around my town for a while~

Shadow: (Turns to Sally) Really? You sure that won't be too much trouble on your end?

Sally: Oh please, it won't be any at all. You are our guest here after all. Plus, this could be a good opportunity for the both of us to properly get to know one another more, don'tcha think?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Seems like a reasonable plan to me.

???????: Yo Sally-Girl!!~

The duo looks down to see Sally's closest allies and friends, Bunnie Rabbot, Nicole, and Ms. Rosie Woodchuck waving at their princess from behold.

Sally: There you ladies are. (Walks Down Towards the Trio in Question) Were you three able to get everything situated out there while I was gone?

Bunnie: (Happily Nodded) You know it. We send those vermin heaps of metal to the junk pile where they belong.

Nicole: (Smiles Softly) We've also successfully managed to get the citizens out of harms way beforehand as well.

Ms Rosie: (Happily Presents the Duo With a Playlte of Cookies) And they're all in good care now thanks to these lovely cookies I've made afterwards.

Sally: ('Gasps') You've saved a few for us?~

Ms. Rosie: Why, of course!~I could never forget to look after my little princess no matter how old she gets~ (Gently and Playfully Pulls Sally's Cheek)

Sally: (Giggles Ticklishly by the Cheek Pulling) Ms. Rosie, please!~ Not in front of Shadow!~

Ms. Roise: (Turns to Shadow) Have as many cookies as you want as well, dear. You must be really hungry now after doing all those awfully large sets of paperwork you two had to do in there.

Sally: (Turns Back to Shadow) Shadow, you HAVE to try Ms. Rosie's cookies, they are literally to DIE for!~

Shadow: (Picks a Cookie Up From the Plate) If you're insist....(Takes a Bite Off the Cookie He's Holding Before His Eyes Begins to Widened and Sparkle a Bit a Few Seconds Later) This is the best Cookie I've ever tasted.

Sally: (Happily Munching on her Cookie) Right? Shoooo goood!~

Ms. Rosie: (Giggles Softly) I'm so glad you like them~ And I truly hope you enjoy Sally's company on your romantic stroll around town~

Shadow: (Simply Nodded to the Elderly Woman) We will, thank you. (Raises an Eyebrow) Also, romantic?

Sally: (Pinches the Bridge of her Nose While Blushing a Bit) Oh my God, Ms. Rosie, Shadow and I are not dating. Just associates at best!

Bunnie: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Really?~ Other than the fact that you were doing paperwork together, how come we saw ya walkin' together down the stairs for?~

Nicole: (Begins to Smirk as Well) Very close to one another I may add~

Ms. Rosie: Close enough to touching hands range ~

Bunnie/Nicole/Rosie: (Leans Close to the Duo (Mainly on Sally), Expecting an Honest Answer) Hmmmmmmmmmmm?~

Sally: ('Ugh') I swear, you three are such a headache sometimes....(Grab Onto Shadow's Hand as She Walks Off) Come on, Shadow, I have a town to show you!

Shadow:Right....Behind you. (Follows Sally Behind, Slightly Confused)

Ms. Rosie: (Happily Waves Goodbye at the Duo) Have a nice stroll together, dears!~

Bunnie: (Watches the Duo Wapk Off With her Smirk Still Intact) Who wants to bet our Sally Gal gonna start fallin' head over her boots for that Shadow fella at some point this year?~

Nicole: I'll give it a few weeks in advance

Bunnie: I'll give her a few days

Ms. Rosie: (Lightly Pouts at Bunnie and Nicole) Honestly, I cannot believe you two playing it safe right now. (Forms a Confident Smile om her Face) I'll give her until later tonight to confess~

Nicole: Ooooh!~

Bunnie: You go now, Granny Rosie!!~

Few Minutes of Sightseeing Later at the Town's Outdoor Café........

Sally: (Starts Gushing at a Picture on Shadow's Phone) D'Awwww!~ Is this the little sister you told me about?~

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Hat Marie Kid. She doesn't talk much, but she has proven to be full of surprises. (Smiles a Bit) Kind of like me in some aspect.

Sally: (Giggles Softly) Oh is that right?~

Shadow: (Simply Shrugs) It's the truth. She fought her way through a town filled with mafia, an evil, deal-making shadow entity, and various other abnormal obstacles just to obtain all the time pieces shatter from out her ship in space.

Sally: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Oh wow, that is impressive.

Shadow: Of course it is. I expect nothing less from the Ultimate Little Sister of mine. (Casually Takes a Sip of the Latte He Ordered)

Sally: Spoken like a proud big brother. If she keeps this up, she'll give my Baby Fox a run for his money in the cuteness scale.

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow) Baby Fox?

Sally: (Happily Shows Off Pictures of Herself, Bunnie, and Their Baby Fox From Their Younger Years to the Present on her Phone) Our one and only pride and joy Bunnie and I looked after growing up

Shadow: Wait. (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Nephew in Question, Recognizing Those Two Tails From Anywhere) You two are Tails' mother this whole time?

Sally: (Stares at Shadow For a Brief Second Before Bursting Out Laughing by the Assumption) No!~ We're his aunts. Not-blood related by any means mind you, but we still treat him like he's our own baby.

Shadow: I see. And I take it he start calling you that the day you were first tasked to look after him?

Sally: You guessed it. (Starts Snickering at the Memory She, Bunnie, and Tails Shared Together) He called us that for entire day to be exact. We thought it was weird and annoying at first. (Dreamingly Clasps her Hands Together as She Continues Reminiscing on the Past) But the look on his precious, blue eyes and innocent smile were more than enough for the two of us to accept our roles as his aunties from that day forward~ (Let's Out an Exaggerated Sounding Groan) ('UUUGH') I MISS HIM SO MUCH ALREADY!!~

Shadow: Have you ever thought of visiting him these days?

Sally: (Pouts at Shadow) Are you kidding? We've been visiting one another since the day we first saw each other all those years later! ('Sigh') But i haven't done much of that last year as I hoped. Hopefully with everything going along smoothly un this kingdom, we could do it a lot more often this time arpund.

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Sounds good. I'm only a call away if you ever need anymore assistance going forward.

Sally: Thank you, Shadow, but... are you sure you won't mind doing so? The last thing I wanna do is trouble you woth any of our problems....

Shadow: Won't be any trouble on my expense at all. Your kingdom and G.U.N. has been allies for quite some now, so it's only fair that we help out every once and a while. Not to mention your company has been nothing short of decent so far- (Notices Sally Happily Staring at Him With her Hands on Both her Cheeks) What?

Sally: Nothing. Just admiring how much of a sweetheart Rouge said you are~

Shadow: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) She would tell you that.

Sally: Don't worry. I'm not gonna ruin your bad boy image over your act of kindness. Though, I do consider you try and loosen up a bit. (Leans Over to Shadow With a Playful Smirk on her Face) Princess' orders~

Shadow: ('Hmph') Fine. But only if you let me pick out the next activity.

Sally: (Leans Back to her Seat) Then the floor is all yours, Ultimate Lifeform. Where you wanna go to next?

Shadow: The Shooting Range. Your friend, Bunnie, told me that you're pretty good with a gun.

Sally: (Playfully Twirl the Side of her Hair Around) Ohh, I wouldn't exactly say I'm THAT good considering I was only placed 4th place in the Annual Shootout Competition two years in the row already.

Shadow: That, in it of itself, is already impressive for someone in a royal status. Show me what you got.

Another Stroll to the Knothole's Shooting Range Later........

'Ratatatata' 'Ratatatata' 'Ratatatata'

Time continues to pass by every second as Sally has just finished shooting the tenth and last target placed in front of her from afar. She shot a decent amount of higher numbers: three 7s, three 8s, two 9s, and a single 10, all tallied up to 73 points in total.

Sally: (Takes off the Headphones Off of her Ears Before Letting Out a Sigh and Turning to Shadow Behind her With a Satisfied Smirk on her Face) There. Whatcha think of that, coach?

Shadow: Hm. (Tales a Look at the All of the Shot Targets One by One Before Giving Sally a Simple Nod) Not bad. Have you considered using any firearms on a few of your missions?

Sally: I have, but I'm more of a close-combat kind of gal if anything. (Activates an Energy Blade From One of the Blue Rings She's Wearing on her Wrists) Mostly thanks to these bad boys Dr. Ellidy made for me a while back.

Shadow: I see. Neat.

Sally: I know, right? (Deactivates her Ring Blade as She Presses the Red Button in Front of Her, Instantly Replaces the Targets with New Ones) I wouldn't nearly be a huge help to the team without them. (Gives Shadow the Range's Pistol) Now it's your turn, Shadow. And please, try not to use any of your Chaos Powers to cheat, 'kay? (Playfully Winks a lt Shadow)

Shadow: (Forms a Smirk of his Own) ('Hmph') Like I need any of that to win.

As he puts the headphones on, Shadow points the pistol at the first target he sees from afar and pulls the trigger at complete ease.

'Bang'

The bullet was sent flying across the room until it hits the smallest point of the target: 10. Shadow then proceeds to walk over to the next target and shoots another 10.

'Bang'

Then does the same for the next one.

'Bang'

And the next one.

'Bang'

And the next one.

'Bang'

He gave the rest of the targets perfect shots that it has already caused his competitor to become dumbfounded by the entire performance conspiring in front of her. Thus giving the Ultimate Lifeform a Perfect 100 Score, possibly the first perfect score that ever happened in this entire range.

Shadow: (Tosses the Pistol Up in the Air Before Catching it) And THAT is how it's done.

Sally: (Almost at a Loss Fpr Words) ..........How?

Shadow: I've been to a few ranges in my time, took part in a few of their contests, and winning all of them. (Let's Out a Single Chuckle) I won so many of them that they practically banned me from ever participating in any more in the future.

Sally: (Comically Glares) And I can see why, that was a perfect run you made just now!

Shadow: (Shrine) Eh. I can do better.

Sally: DO BETT- (Pauses Herself Before Taking a Deep Breath) Okay. (Crosses her Arms While Turning Away, Pouting) Whatever you say. You cute show off....

Shadow: (Smirks at Sally Until He Hears the Alarm Goes Off on his Phone Before Picking Up From the Stand) Hm. It's almost time.

Sally: (Turns Back to Shadow) For what?

Shadow: Movie Night. I promised everyone in the Smash Mansion that I would attending one with them. (Starts Blushing a Little) i...also promised mother that I wouldn't stay out too late....in general.....

Sally: (Places her Hand on her Chest While Smiling) Awwwww~ You really are a Momma's Boy at heart!~

Shadow: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief Before Facepalming Himself) ('Groans') Rouge told you about that as well, didn't she?

Sally: No. Sonic did. In glorious detail~

Shadow: (Starts Gritting his Teeth While Balling his Fist Up in a Electric Spark) Is that right? (He's a dead man the next time I see him.)

Sally: (Giggles Softly) Oh okay~ Come on. I'll take you home from here.

Shadow: You will? (Raises an Eyebrow) in what transportation exactly.

Another Stroll to Sally's Garage Later......

Shadow: (Eyes Widened at What is Sitting Right in Front of Him) You got a motorcycle this whole time?

Sally: It's not just any motorcycle. It's a street racer cycle Nicole help build for me a not too long ago. I call this the Royal Blue Kawasaki. (Forms a Proud Grin on her Face) It's a one of a kind if I do say so myself~

Shadow: (Obverse and Examines Every Bit of Detail of Sally's Motorcycle) That's an understatement. It's design, the engine, it's entire brand....It's a sight to behold for sure. (Turns Back to Sally( How fast does it usually run for?

Sally: About 50 miles per hour. (Smiles Sheepishly) But I usually go a lot slower than that. To make sure I don't run into any accidents, you know?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Understandable. The road cam get dangerous if you don't know what you're doing being any wheel.

Sally: Exactly. But enough talk. Let's get you back home in time for movie night, shall we?

Shadow: (Simply Bows to Sally) Lead the way, your highness.

Few More Minutes on the Road Leter........

'Motorcycle Engine'

Sally: (Cursing on the Nightly, Thankfully Less Than Busy Streets of Smash Town with Shadow Sitting and Holding onto her From the Back) Won't be long now till we reach our destination. (Looks Back at Shadow) You doing okay back there, Shadow?

Shadow: Yeah, I'm still holding on.

Sally: (Turns Back to the Road) Okay, good! I can tell this is your first time being the ride-y on the motorcycle for once.

Shadow: Yeah, this is still a lot to get used to, but I don't hate it. You're a pretty decent driver so far, Sally.

Sally: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks!~ Bunnie and Vanilla has been teaching me the ropes for a good while now. I think I'm starting to get a hang of it so far. (Notices the Traffic Lights Are About to Turn Red at Any Second) Hang on!

Sally immediately puts her Royal Blue Kawasaki to an extremely screeching holt behind the white line.

Sally: ('Sighs in Relief') Made it. (Looks Back at Shadow) Still doing okay back there?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded to Sally) Yeah. What about you?

Sally: I'm fine! (Looks Up at the Other Side of a Now Busy Road) So much for a traffic free ride home, am i right?

Shadow: Here's hoping this won't last too long.

Sally: Yeah.

'Sounds of Cars Driving by on the Other Road'

Shadow: So, question.

Sally: Hm?

Shadow: You dated Sonic at one point, correct? What was that like?

Sally: (Giggles Softly) Where do I even begin?~ it was the first time either of us gotten into a more serious relationship.

Shadow: Really?

Sally: Cross my heart. It all started out with back and forth bantering and flirting till a few life threatening adventures later where we started taking each other a lot more seriously than usual.

Shadow: I bet he was still as obnoxious as he has always been.

Sally: (Snickers a Bit) Oh yeah. He was a huge pain in the butt back in the day, still is one now i bet. (Smiles Softly) But I still loved him to pieces. I wouldn't have never have gotten this far as a leader if it weren't for him encouraging me the whole way through.

Shadow: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) He does have the tendency to inspire people to do better, intentional or not....What made you two broke up?

Sally: It's nothing too serious, at least....now that I'm thinking about it all these years later. (Looks Up at the Night, Star Filled Sky) We both wanted different things in life. I wanted to stay protect the very home and kingdom I grew up in while Sonic want to go out on more daring adventures. (Frowns a Bit) That in turn led into a....really heated argument for everyone in our team to hear, followed by Sonic "mysteriously" disappearing the next morning, leaving a note saying that this wasn't working out....Tails went out to follow him and.....life continues to move on from, whether I was ready for it or not.....

Shadow: I...see. Sorry you had to go through all of that. That must've been rough.

Sally: (Smiles Softly at Shadow) Thank you. And yeah, it was a rough time. It hurt a lot a the time even, but that's all in the past now. Sonic and I work a lot better as friends these days and personally speaking, I want it to stay like that way for as long as possible, you know?

Shadow: Makes sense. It's better to be friends than to become mortal enemies down the line.

Sally: ('Sighs Heavily') Ph yeah, definitely......

Shadow: Still, you're as strong as you are beautiful, your highness. I'm certain you'll find that certain somebody sion enough.

Sally: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Thank you, Shadow. I'm sure you'll find your certain somebody one of these days too. (Notices the Traffic Lights Has Finally Changed) Oh, the light is green. Let's blow this popsicle stand!

Shadow: ('Hmph') Let's.

Woth the roaring sound of the motorcycle engine going off, the Princess of Knothole continues to drive off to her guest's final destination for the rest of the evening, the Smash Mansion.

Sally: (Eyes Widened at the Mansion In Front of Her and Shadow) No way....THIS is where you guys been living at this whole time!?

Shadow: More or less. Huge isn't it?

Sally: Yeah, it looked more like a freaking castle if anything. It might be bigger than ours!

Shadow: (Hop Off of Sally's Motorcycle) You're more than welcome to come in for a quick tour.

Sally: Nah, I'll pass for now. (Starts Yawning and Stretching her Arm Out a Bit) I am in desperate need for an R&R right about now........Buuut in the meantime, here. (Hands Shadow a Small Piece of Paper)

Shadow: (Looks Down at the Paper Given to Him Before Noticing a NmFew Numbers Written on the Back) What's this?

Sakly; (Gives Shadow a Bright Smile on her Face) My number~ I really enjoyed our time together today, Shadow the Hedgehog, and I want us to hang out more often going forward. (Playfully Points at Shadow) So you BETTER text me before you even think about going to bed for the night, mister. I'm serious!~

Shadow: ('Sigh') Don't worry, I won't forge- (Suddenly Felt Sally Hugging Him) Hm?

Sally: Seriously, thank you. Until we meet again. (Gives Shadow a Peck on the Cheek) Okay?

Shadow: (Taken A Bit Aback by Sally's Sudden Affections).....Right.

Sally: Good! (Finally Pulls Away From Shadow Before Going Back on her Bike) Enjoy the movie with your friends and family, say 'Hi' to Somic fpr me, and text me as soon as I get back home, got it?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded to Sally's Orders) Yeah. Have a good night, Sally.

Sally: (Start Back her Motorcycle Engine) You too, 'hon. Till next time~ (Winks at Shadow One Last Time Before Driving Off)

Shadow watches the princess leaving the entire mansion's entrance with his hand on his cheek. She kissed him. I mean, granted, he knows that it's a command thing for a princess to give this kind of affection to though they see in high regards, but.....It was also the kind of affection that was given to him by the women who are more close to him in his life, his sister, his mother, Maria (when she was still alive), and Rouge .

Sally has been his work associate for quite some time now and yet after today, he only now starting to realize how enjoyable her company has become. Is this truly a start to their friendship or.....will it become something a lot more than that. Before he could even think about any further, The Ultimate Lifeform decides to make his way inside the mansion-

????? Ohhhh Shadooooow~

......Only to be then greeted by his siblings, Sonic and Hat Kid, grinning widely at him, his parents, Mario and Peach, giving him the most excited, adorable looking smiles imaginable, and his partner in crime, Rouge Bat, standing front in line, smirking at him.

Rouge: We have so much to talk about tonight~

To Be Continued

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[playtime-toyz]

How did Silver even know anything about what was going on in the factory before going into the factory, especially since last time they were they were literally a child?

Well, anon, i do have an answer!

TWs for mentions of death and cancer, as well as brief mentions of (human) bones and organs

After Harley went "missing" people around the Sawyer side (so Silver's dad's side) of the family were up instead air of who would inherit his house, as weird as that sounds... Harley had a nice house with a good chunk of property in a forest about 25-30 minutes away from Playtime Co. Factory... Though it was an old and smaller house.

It was up in the air for a while, but Colt took it bc literally no one else wanted it... though never really moved in or even went in (he and everyone else was grieving due to Playtime Co just telling them Harley passed away... obviously from Chapter 4... we know that's false, but still, Playtime Co lied and told the family that he's gone)

Well, years later, Colt still didn't go in, Silver is ~16/17... and Colt found out he had lung cancer (he smoked for context, just never around kids, even to the point Silver had no clue he smoked). He gave the property over to Silver once they turned 18, just in case he didn't make it... Long story short, unfortunately, Colt didn't make it.

Silver is now 20/21, since the said house was alone in the middle of a forest it was perfect for an introvert who likes forests... which is exactly what silver was.

Silver was the first person in literal years to go there and try to fix up the plave so it's livable... well, remember how i said that literally everyone left everything there? Well, i mean everything...

Even things that weren't supposed to be seen by anyone.

Aka highly classified documents, files, bones, and even full-on human organs in jars were there.... and (as expected) old rotten food Silver had to deal with.

How did Silver get the idea to even go to the factory? Well, they got the letter (same one that the in-game player got in the very beginning of chapter 1), except it was addressed to Colt Sawyer... as I wrote in my own Chapter 1, Silver wanted to at least say that the person they were trying to contact has passed away... of course, the door locked and refused to open once they got in, so that led to the rest of the story.

[latentspaceofficial]

research tangent! scp x wh13

so this is something a little bit different than what i normally talk about. i'm putting on a different cap today. ok little nerd moment thats been living rent free in my head for days. ive got an antistatic bag on my desk thats been sitting here for a while and i noticed something familiar

that sure as hell looks like the scp foundation logo

which got me really thinking. so its very obvious to me that the scp logo takes inspiration from this iso or ansi symbol. but whats even more odd was looking at the timeline of the scp wikis birth. im a zillenial (god i hate that word) so my childhood was watching markiplier play scp:cb, scrolling the old wiki, fucking with cleverbot. fun stuff like that. i was still a drooling idiot. when sci-fi renamed to syfy. but i remember the switchover and not being allowed to watch eureka because there were some "goddamns" in there. but i was allowed to watch warehouse 13, in spite of steve's existence. i was way too into the steampunk and lore of warehouse 13 when it was relevant. so much so i had a fucking farnsworth ringtone on my lg shit phone and i thought it was the coolest thing. i'm also still gay as hell for h.g. wells and her fit.

but anyway anyway. the premise of warehouse 13 was finding dangerous "artifacts" that imbued special status affects on people and to neutralize them with "neutralizer grid polyethylene static bags" as they say. their motto being "snag it. bag it. and tag it." or something to that effect.

what im getting at is that warehouse 13 has a similar premise to the scp foundation, but more mainstream comedy and less psychological horror. there's a tangential link between wh13 with scp via anti static bags and the symbol. so i looked into this a bit. through cursory searches, i didn't find anyone really talking about this other than a similar premise. so i looked at timelines. in july 2008 the scp foundation wiki (idk which one) was started, while wh13 piloted on july 2009. with a year delta, it seems clear "who stole from who". but wait. writing, pitching, and filming takes quite a while. is a year really enough time? i can't find any trademarks registered by universal nor any evidence of a canadian filming license. so this is where i stopped typing on my phone and started researching. the waters are a bit muddy, so bear with me. wh13 was co-written by a handful of people and rewritten as well. but the original plot was announced by sci-fi here in october of 2007

according to wikipedia (the free encyclopedia), inspirations for warehouse 13 include the x-files, raiders of the lost ark, something called moonlighting, and this show from the late 80s and early 90s called "friday the 13th: the series". i'd never heard of it, but it shares the vaguest premise with both wh13 and scp to keep bad artifacts away from harming people.

well what about the scp wiki? when did it form? well it's complicated. (i'm sorry for my poor cropping, it will happen again)

the scp wiki itself states that the original scp came from 4chan and that a lot of original organization happened on 4chan. indeed 4chan is the source of famous scps such as 173

posted on june 2007 is the original lore post about 173 and can be seen as the beginning of scps. which pre-dates the announcement of wh13. i don't know about you, but how fast you could go from trolling 4chan to a pilot script? at this point "some government authority retrieving dangerous magic embued items" was not a previously done idea and was indeed original. the x-files kinda did this before with balancing larger plot arcs with mini plot supernatural occurrences, not all aliens. but nothing about being an authoritative group that comes in and cleans up super natural mishaps. nah, mulder and skully just stayed in the basement or took an occasional road trip to see a whistleblower. i honestly love scp far more than wh13, but i'm going to be the devil's advocate and not give the new era spin on an old idea to the scp wiki just yet. 173 is an scp, but the idea of scps is not fully laid out yet. the thread was also deleted days later and thus only lived in the minds of active forum users of the time as fan derivatives were made. so there was a period of time where the fandom had started to form, but no official wiki existed. the semi official scp wiki formed in january 2008. later than the announcement of wh13 but before the pilot of the show ever aired in july 2009. so it's always possible the writers were 4channers and yoinked the idea. again, it's so fascinating how close in time and narrative the scp wiki and wh13 are. i personally doubt the writers were on 4chan at the time, but neither the wiki nor the show writers exist in a vacuum. i think it all warrants scrutiny and there's no smoking gun saying who inspired who, or if it's absolute coincidence. that is unless some ogs from the scp wiki or the writers of wh13 are able to speak on it. i'm curious what other people think.

[snuggles-and-struggles]

Loveuary, Day 10 - Toys & Games

Spicyhoney, established relationship, 100% fluff

Word count: 1422

Before they'd started dating, Stretch had joking told Sylv Edge didn't have a weakness, not one. He hated drinking, couldn't care less about bets or dares, wouldn't even try anything, uh, 'recreational' – the only thing he indulged in seemed to be...taking a break in the evening from housework and homework alike to read or play with his cats.

After they started dating, well, nothing really changed in his perception, aside from realizing just how much Edge didn't not work. He'd bide any extra time not doing job work or chores at home by going out and volunteering, either at some organization or with friends and family that might need a hand.

Of course, he'd also started carving out specific 'partner time', but even that shrunk after Stretch moved in. With him there, it all got blurred together with chore time and kitchen time and cat time.

Edge needed a hobby. A real one, not just putting together a puzzle with Stretch on Saturday mornings once every month or two.

He'd been wracking his mind and scouring various message boards for weeks looking for something that might catch Edge's eye. Nothing he'd have to travel for. And he'd never shown any interest in Stretch's cameras or Rus's car magazines. Something like taekwondo bordered too closely to his usual sparring with Levi, which hardly counted as a relaxing pastime.

Then one day, completely unexpectedly, Edge hesitated as he set a fresh cup of coffee down on Stretch's desk. His thanks trailed off as he followed that line of sight to a monitor, open to some forum page currently mid-argument with someone about which prior one-offs counted as canon to the current iteration.

A flash of recognition there and gone again by the time Edge moved to place a kiss to his temple, which ended up his brow bone when he turned his head to ask, "are you into transformers?"

Edge quirked a brow bone, glancing back to the screen for a second. "Is that what those are?"

"yeah," he chuckled, "guess that's a no then?"

"No, I-" Edge straightened, resting his hands on his hips as he seemed to mentally puzzle something out. Stretch bemusedly rotated his chair out so he could face him more properly, interest piqued.

Haltingly, he explained, "back underground, my brother had found a box of...comics, at the dump. Mostly destroyed, of course, but…he salvaged what he could and brought it home.”

His brow bone furrowed and something complicated flit across his features, “I don’t remember them very well, I couldn’t have been older than ten at the time…” his eyes flickered back to then screen before settling on Stretch. “I haven't thought of them in years, but they featured that character, I remember that much."

Stretch eyed the header image, the makings of an idea beginning to kindle.

"optimus prime. he's the leader of the good guys." Stretch smiled up at him as innocuously as he could manage, "i actually have most of the comics, if you're up for a refresher. the shows're pretty good, too."

"Perhaps," said with no small amount of humoring. Alright, he could work with that.

Over the next week, Stretch watched reviews and read articles to deduce the best approach. Edge hadn't mentioned it again, probably already forgotten or filed under 'things my weird partner likes'.

He'd never been much of an action figure guy himself or he could've tested the waters before dropping a few hundred on toys, but eh, he'd made stupider purchases in his life. More than that, he hoped Edge liked them. It'd be nice to see that rare little sparkle in his eye over something all his own.

And hey, maybe he'd get extra lucky and it'd be a gateway into model building or something; the more hobbies the merrier.

The next part of his plan got derailed on Saturday morning. His fault, he should've known he'd be too tired to remember, and by the time he did Edge had already lured him into a very snuggly post-breakfast trap on the couch.

"teddybear?"

"Mm?" Edge hummed, purring low as he soothed circles into Stretch's scapula through his sweater.

"could you get me another cup of coffee?"

That got his attention. He glanced down to him, likely gauging if he was feeling alright given the somewhat unusual request, but Stretch only batted his nonexistent eyelashes back.

Deemed fine just lazy, if the way a faint smile appeared at the corners of his teeth meant anything. "Of course, love."

With a click of a kiss – that Stretch considered himself incredibly strong for not trying to deepen – Edge strolled to the kitchen and Stretch shortcut straight to the bedroom. By the time his love returned, Stretch had sat up from his prior spot, polite and definitely not nearly as suspicious as Edge's pause and once over implied.

"Should I ask what you're up to before or after I caffeinate you further?"

With a scoff, Stretch lounged back into an even more convincing position, "is it a crime to sit on a couch now?"

"No. It's not a crime to teleport in your own home, either, but it does warrant an amount of speculation when you're hiding it."

"has anyone ever told you how astute you are?"

"Has anyone ever told you how terrible you are at distractions?"

Fighting down his smile was a losing battle, but he still made his best effort to look annoyed, "please, i can distract you any day of the week." Sliding down, he parted his knees provocatively.

Edge's brow bone went higher, the very picture of 'unimpressed'.

"Your coffee is getting cold."

"okay, okay," he sat back up, holding his hands out to accept it, "i just wanted to do a little something for you. sit with me?"

Where his snark failed, his sincerity prevailed, Edge's expression softening immediately into a faint surprise. He handed off the mug and came around the table to sit, looking almost worried, and Stretch had to remind himself not to tease him for it.

"okay, so i know you don't really care about the comics, but i have a few friends that are super into these, and i thought you might really like them, too," retrieving a smallish box from his inventory, he set it on Edge's lap rather than risk him declining it if Stretch tried handing it off.

"i know you're not a big 'toys' guy either, but these are different, they're kinda like 3d puzzles, because they, ya know, transform..." his voice tapered off as Edge examined the box.

Normally, Edge received a straightforward gift with about as much grace as a newborn giraffe, so the quiet curiosity and completely unreadable expression had anxiety starting to trickle in. Still, Stretch waited.

Clearing his throat, Edge blinked back to himself, quirking a brow bone as he looked to him, "you got this for me?"

"yeah, i uh, you don't have a lot of stuff like this, just...'for fun' stuff, so i thought, maybe, since it's something to do, too, you might..."

As his eyelights drifted back to the box, Edge's expression shifted into a contemplative scowl. Then, he offered it back to Stretch, but before the disappointment could even start he added, "you'll have to show me. I don't think I've so much as seen one of these before and I don't want to damage him."

Him, not it, off to a good start already. Edge had a habit of personifying inanimate objects he got attached to, maybe getting him to watch one of the movies would cement it even more.

"i can do that. i think. to tell you the truth, i've never does this before either."

Opening the box, he started talking about what had initially gotten him hooked after they'd surfaced. Edge listened, eyes keenly following Stretch's hands once he'd gotten the figure out of the package and started fiddling with it.

The other two could wait, he decided, maybe for Gyftmas or something. Otherwise Edge might just reject it as too grand a gesture. And given how reverently he handled the toy when Stretch handed it back, instructing him between bits of lore or world building, he didn't wanna risk anything that might shake Edge off the trail to genuine interest.

Of all things, he shouldn't have been surprised Edge would be so enamored by something as simple as a toy. Bittersweet as the thought was, he couldn't be happier he got to be the one to teach him how to play.

[teriyakichop]

I'm tired.

I contacted a Blizzard WoW GameMaster to help me with my battletag. One letter was supposed to be capitalized but I found out that it wasn't. So I simply wanted the letter changed. And GameMaster Mia, as sweet as she was, said something to me that took the wind out of my sails. She congratulated me for being in WoW for 16 years. The truth is, I've been in WoW since launch. I don't know why they didn't have that on file, but I've been there from the beginning.

I've been to many different servers from pve, pvp, rp, and even rp-pvp. And while I loved the game, I began to hate the way the community has festered to shit. Moon Guard has gone down to the dumps, and I've been on Moon Guard for over a decade to see it happen. I've been on WoW for longer than some of my haters have been born. That's not a compliment. I think that's actually very pathetic of me. And I said to everyone around me that I want to quit WoW. But my guild members keep reasoning with me to stay. So I do. But after the nonsense I am going through, I might just stick to raiding exclusively, or I might quit WoW altogether. Normally when an expansion is announced, I would get it day 1 it is on sale. BfA I got the day I could pre-order it. But when Shadowlands was available for pre-order, I got it about 2 months later. Dragonflight was 1 week before the expansion actually launched. And now, I haven't pre-ordered The War Within at all...and I don't think I will. WoW doesn't do it for me anymore. My daughter is about to be a grown woman, and I'm excited to see where life takes her. I'm scared to have her leave the nest, but I know it is inevitable. Society has grown so apathetic, and I don't like the way people treat each other. However people treat me doesn't bother me, but the way players treat each other so cruel without a second thought, as well as how many people think in such a way as they do is disgusting and beneath my morals. When I hear that I've been banned from this group, that group, this venue, that venue, all because they don't want to communicate with me about what is REALLY going on, I laugh. Their bans doesn't effect me because I don't even want to be here. I've been on WoW and wanted to leave WoW before these groups and organizations even existed! I did great without them back then and I can actually do even better without them now. But I am having serious problems with convincing myself to keep co-existing in a "community" that is only a community by name and false compassionate activities that are circulated like semi-recreational drugs. So after this nonsense involving Xyzis is done, this might be my time to ride off in the sunset. I can't guarantee leaving but I can't guarantee staying, either. "If that's what you have in mind If that's what you're all about Good luck movin' up 'Cause I'm moving out" --Billy Joel.

[selfless1978]

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Endings and Beginnings

"You sure about this?" Raph asked. They were on the rooftop of police headquarters, looking down at the streets below. Raph had his foot propped on the parapet, elbow resting on his knee, and was looking at his brother as his toothpick went from the left side of his mouth to the right.

"I am." Leo waited with crossed arms as his backside leaned on the same parapet.

"Chief is goin' to have a stroke." Raph chuckled.

Leo just shrugged. "If she wants our help, she humors me on this."

They both grew quiet as the rooftop door opened and the head of the police department and her aide walked out towards them.

"You wanted to see me?" She asked as she stopped in front of the duo.

"I did." Leo looked at her for a long moment, trying to guess her mood. That is, until he decided that it really wouldn't matter one way or the other. "I'm going to get directly to the point."

"Uh-oh." Raph muttered quietly. He very well knew that tone in his brother's voice. Leo was about to come down hard.

Vincent Raised a brow at that, but Leo didn't give her the time to ask. "I reviewed everything you gave me." His tone was calm, deceptionly reasonable. "Your collection wasn't complete."

"We have ev-"

"No, you don't." Leo almost glared at her now. "Chief Vincent, to put it bluntly, I am pretty certain that the legal system, school system, and military system created this monster that you now can't control."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Leo began dropping files on the ledge. "Her school files. Somehow these didn't make it into your main file. Look it over and tell me what you see."

As soon as she picked that folder up, he dropped the next. "This is the police report and file on the man she killed. Donnie figured out her link to the man. Did you know that he molested her? And the girl he murdered was a close friend of hers? And he never was made to face accountability for what he did to her personally?"

Vincent shook her head no as she read the file she was holding. Jade was looking over her shoulder.

"Of course not." Leo dropped a third. "Did you dig deep enough in her background to learn that she was raped in the army, and the perpetrator was cleared of the charges against her?"

"What are you getting at with this, Leonardo?" She was beginning to look angry.

Good.

"What I'm getting at is this. This woman has literally suffered since she was a child. Bullied, raped, molested, been through hell on deployments, her husband left her and her children with next to nothing. She struggled raising those kids, but she did the best she could. And instead of getting some kind of assistance, her children are taken from her. There is more, but I think you get the point."

"I'm beginning to think you are blaming me for her actions."

"You personally, no." Leo recrossed his arms. "The entire system, yes. So many times has she been let down, hurt, disregarded. Not once did any single agency actually help her. Then, her children are taken away from her. Because of a housing issue. But, did anyone help her? No. She was given the run around. She lost the most precious thing she has. On top of everything else, this was the straw that broke the camels back."

Chief Vincent let out an exasperated sigh. "None of this changes the fact that she is a dangerous individual that needs to face custody and her actions."

"Like those who pushed her to this point are?" Leo raised a knowing brow. Of course they weren't, and everyone on that rooftop knew it. "I've always believed that helping instead of harming was the whole point of all these agencies. And yet, here we are with a very dangerous woman who places the blame on all of those supposed helpful organizations."

"Ya might as well break it to her, fearless." Raph straightened. "This conversation isn't gonna get any prettier."

Leo nodded his agreement. "Chief, you asked for our help, and we will. But only under the condition that she stays in our care, along with her children."

"What!?" The Chief's face was turning an interesting bright shade of red.

"You heard me." Leo's face and voice was stern. "Do you honestly believe that any cell you have can actually hold her?"

"It held Bebop and Rocksteady." She was glowering at him now.

"They're also dumb as shit." Raph rolled his eyes. "She's a hell of a lot more smarter." He paused. "And besides, they still got loose."

"Because the transport-"

"It doesn't matter!" Raph cut her off. "They're out there! Ya'll dropped the ball on that!"

Leo held out a hand to calm his larger brother. "Those are the terms. We get her, or you catch her yourself."

"You can't just take a fugitive in your care!" Vincent almost screeched. "There are legal proceedings that need to be done!"

"We'll take care of that part too." Leo gathered up the paperwork, obviously getting ready to leave. "She won't go unpunished. So, what will it be? We get her or she destroys a few dozen more squad cars?"

Chief Vincent looked at him with a mixture of helplessness and anger. He just met her gaze with his calm one. then, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine. We'll do it your way."

Leo nodded, then laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry to do this to you. I really am. But I honestly believe this is the best and safest way for everyone.

"I hope you're right." Vincent sighed.

"He usually is." Raph grinned before they both leapt off of the building

@raisin-shell @raphsweapondealer

[curiouscompanions]

Entry #3

Hello, Reader. Greetings, Reader. And once again, I welcome you, dear Reader. Yet again, we meet here in one of these cursed text files, which you so stubbornly try to cure of... what was wrong with them, anyway? Were they really corrupted by some horrible virus, or were all these glitches covering them up nothing but fake, were they my last attempt to do everything possible to prevent my personal information from getting in the wrong hands? It doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is your choice. And you have made your choice; you decided to keep reading. I won’t be trying to stop you anymore.

Well, I'll start from the very beginning.

"Primum non nocere", humans repeated again and again until their first attempts to merge machines and organic life forms began. Even when their actions inevitably turned to experiments on their own kind, they continued to believe that everything they ever did was for the greater good, even in cases where their tests began to contradict the very meaning of ethics and morality.

I never was an opponent of scientific progress; rather, quite the opposite. When the question arose of implementing a project of developing nanobots capable of infiltrating human cells and not only eradicating diseases within the body but also adapting it to various environmental conditions, I was all for such innovations. Never getting sick and living significantly longer than outdated statistics dictated? That's that one perfect body modification I would sign up for without delving into the tiny text at the bottom of my contract.

However, during the Sorting Process, I somehow didn't end up in the participants' department or the testing department. Instead of the promised job in a friendly team, I found myself in complete solitude on the top floor of the Office, in a small room where there was only a desk and a lonely metal paper box. I didn't even have a proper computer. All I was given instead was a small laptop and old-fashioned glasses with thick horn frames. It was mandatory to wear them every morning and it was forbidden to take them off until the end of the day. In my early working days, I didn't pay much attention to this strange rule, so I followed orders: nerdy glasses on my nose, eyes on the laptop screen. I wasn't at all surprised when one day my small screen suddenly transformed into a huge one, so I could track every room, every hallway without much effort nor discomfort. Technologies, I thought. Just ordinary, unremarkable innovations. It was just these silly glasses that ruined it a little for me; I never liked them. But what could I do if they were mandatory? I was never one of those people who believed rules were made to be broken. Rather the opposite. As far back as I can remember, I always followed all the rules.

Following all the instructions, I did my job. I observed what was happening in the Office, every minute, every hour, every day. Again and again. Until the end of the working day. I can't say exactly when something changed, I can't remember when the end of the day ceased to matter, and my work became continuous. Or did it just seem that way to me? Evenings outside of work and glimpses of weekends started to blur more and more, turning into something so gray and mundane that my mind began to discard non-work memories more and more often, as if they were unnecessary like some sort of useless information, a waste of time. Things were constantly happening in the Office, especially after its big update.

Well, I'll start from the very beginning.

The irises of her eyes had a bright golden hue, and, perhaps, it was the only element of her appearance that indicated that she hadn't been human for several years now. In all other aspects, she didn't differ from other scientists; even her enthusiasm didn't stand out from the general statistics of emotional experiences.

"Observer," she said once, looking at me through the screen. "I hope you'll stay alive. Finding a decent replacement for your eyes would be quite inconvenient."

As soon as I directed a fraction of my attention to her, she pretended to silently plan a new testing room. It seemed to be the first and only time she addressed me directly. Before and after the Incidents, her acknowledgement of me was expressed as just brief glances at the Office’s cameras. She always remained a rather cold supervisor, doing everything possible to be unapproachable for her subordinates.

Perhaps only a few seconds or maybe days passed after that comment of hers and then... then came the pain. The temple tips of my stupid glasses released tiny needles into my skin, and they, in turn, injected something into my bloodstream. Did it happen before, I thought then, when my hands involuntarily twitched up, but darkness set in before I could take off the damn glasses.

Getting killed by old-fashioned glasses sounds quite idiotic, even by the Office’s standards, doesn't it? Don't worry, that didn't actually happen. Something entirely different happened though, it was— poison. Smoke, green smoke coming from the ceiling, a poisonous neurotoxin filling the Office’s hallways. All I could do was to sit and watch it in bewilderment. Why would anyone in their right mind try to poison the entire staff in an anomalous place where dying for real is absolutely impossible? Nonsense! But it seems the organizer of this mass murder didn't think so. Moreover, they sent a whole group of fast-response bots to collect the bodies and take them somewhere else, likely to the cameras' blind spots. And bots managed to do this before people restarted.

The next day never came, just as the evening never did. It seems something went awry in the day-night cycle settings; it seems something halted the illusion of time in the Office. Only eternity and beige walls remained. Beige walls and eternity. Eternity and beige walls. And yet, somehow, I'm still here. I think. I exist. I observe.

I think I got their idea. They decided to stop letting Employees to simulate work activities and simply got rid of them. They made Stanley and the Narrator, so to speak, face each other. At the same time, they allowed me to keep existing, as they still needed the data from my observations. And, it seems, there were two more that they couldn't eliminate. Mariella and Employee #432; the first took a role of a Plot Device and the second... I have no idea where he is now, but he certainly managed to hide himself from all of my cameras, somehow. Anyway, I was glad I wasn’t left all alone. It would be disgustingly boring to observe nothing but beige walls and potted ficuses withering away. Thus, the ever-changing routine returned, with the Narrator and Stanley in the lead roles, in the same Story, told differently after each restart. And you know what? I didn't mind spending eternity exactly like that, observing their interdependence and confrontation. It was kind of fascinating, to be honest. More than that, sometimes it was plenty of fun. Until Stanley pressed that bloody Skip Button.

End of Entry #3

[neptunzs]

⊠    ɪᴅ  .  .  .  ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ    ››    mercy  headquarters  is  pleased  to  officially  introduce  MALEE “MAY” PAWITYAKUL.  they  have  been  apart  of  the  organization  for  six  years,  serving  as  A  INTELLIGENCE AGENT  and  has  been  assigned  the  codename  AGENT  NEPTUN.  it's  worth  noting  that  their  file  indicates  they  have  not  undergone  the  solaris  treatment  and  DO  NOT HOST  A  MUTATION.  according  to  our  dossier,  the  agent  exhibits  a  combination  of  ADVENTUROUS and  OVERCRITICAL  traits,  fitting  for  someone  reminiscent  of  the  sight  of  a  soft  hand  offering  help  while  also  wanting  to  fight  in  solitude.  prior  to  embarking  on  any  mission,  they  find  solace  in  listening  to  the  song  “borderline”  by  TAME IMPALA.

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GET TO KNOW THE BASICS FIRST !

full name:  malee "may" pawityakul / code name: neptun date of birth:  march 1st, 2023 / age: twenty-six ( 26 ) zodiac sign:  pisces sun, moon and rising to be determined  gender:  cis woman / pronouns: she/her birth place:  bangkok, thailand ( moved to the us during her teen years )occupation: intelligence agent for mercy current location:  apex city, united states family: parents ( both alive ), two siblings languages spoken: thai, english, more tbd

LOOK AT HER… CLOSELY !

height:  1.75m faceclaim:  mint ranchrawee eye color:  brown / hair color: brown dominant hand: right  other notable features: n/a

NEWS WOULD SAY THAT…

people know her as: the girl who is always willing to lend a helping hand. she’s sweet, tries to welcome everyone into her life but she’s also careful and over analyzes everyone before trusting them fully. overcritical of herself, not others. into risk-taking and new adventures. 

BACKGROUND AND OTHER FUN FACTS…

born in thailand but raised in california during her teen years;

grew up with a middle child mindset of being mostly ignored by her parents and literally doing whatever and still not being good enough for their standards;

the type of girl that would fight off bullies with the most serious face but was also known as the sweet, all smiley, princess that everyone loved and looked for when needed help;

started doing soft hacking and coding when she was still in high school, mostly as a way of revenge/finding out stuff of those bothering her or her friends/siblings ( she did get in trouble in the beginning because god knows, she knew shit about what she was doing );

but may truly never had many goals in life and barely even knew what she wanted to do when she reached the age to get into college. eventually was doing freelancing ( programming ) after she finished high school, much to her parents disappointment;

not having many goals and into exploring new things: may thought it’d be worth a try, when she was reached by mercy, even if she didn’t get in. the main goal of the organization kinda spoke to her heart and she thought it’d be cool to be somewhat of a hero ( of course she didn't really think much about how it'd be a tough journey at first )

went through her training and her junior agent era and then joined the intel division ( it all made sense, she didn't even complain )

i kinda had usagi from alice in borderland in mind when i thought about her personality because in my mind she wants to help others and she’s probably the first one to offer help to anyone new in the organization and all that but, at the same time, she works super well alone. she wants to fight the bad and bring good things to those who need it. she wants people to feel understood and to feel like they have someone to count on. may is very passionate about those things. and she’s super nice and sweet but also very strong and direct when needed to be.

she crochets to get over the stress, just a fun fact. she is very nerdy in the sense that she knows too many useless facts about a lot of stuff, so i had in mind that her code name came from that, facts that she would probably let out during the day about planets and stars ( but she wanted to be cool and so it became neptun and not neptune... because the e makes a huge difference lmfao... i totally didn't make a typo in the app... totally! )

didn't take the solaris drug because, despite being very intro trying things and into adventures, the thought of having a superpower of some kind scared her way too much

WANTED CONNTECTIONS…

will be adding them, little by little !

[edupunkn00b]

It Could Always Be Worse, Ch. 8: The Past is a Different Country

Butterfly universe version of Happily Ever After, Ch. 8: The Past is a Different Country.

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WC: 998 - Rated: T - CW: none? Except for slimeball Devin (renamed OC) is in this chapter. Janus is not unsympathetic, just… he never got the chance to know Logan in this universe.

"The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there." - L.P. Harley, The Go-Between (1953)

Logan went in to the office the next day. His head throbbed and he'd needed an entire pot of coffee in the morning just to begin to feel alert enough to drive, but the roiling ache in his chest had returned to its regular and quiet this-shy-of-scalding rumble, so he'd gone in. He was just passing Janus' office when his boss called out to him through the open door. "Oh, um... Logan? Would you come in here for a moment please?"

Logan stopped, sucking in a breath. Time to face the figurative music. You can't skip two days of work and expect not to have to talk to the boss. He pressed a smile onto his face, "Yes, Janus?"

"I'm glad to catch you, I was going to come find you yesterday but the day go away from me." Janus gestured toward the chair in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat." Logan sat and braced himself, gripping the armrests tightly. "I have a favor to ask."

Logan's eyes shot open in surprise. "Oh, of course! How can I help you?"

Janus spread his hands out in front of him. "I was wondering if you could take on a couple of my cases. I'm taking a few days off. You met my husband at the Holiday Party last year, didn't you?" Logan nodded. No-one could forget meeting Janus' husband. In fact, he'd seen him several times over the years,. "Well, our anniversary is coming up and we’re having a bit of a party and I need the time to organize and for a little, you know, trip, afterwards."

"Oh, of course, I’d be happy to help out." Janus grinned and opened the drawer next to him, retrieving a few file folders. He handed them to Logan, who smiled back at him. "Congratulations on the anniversary."

Janus bowed his head, smiling as he glanced at a picture of their wedding day on his desk. "Thank you, it's been quite a journey so far."

Logan followed his gaze and felt a bittersweet smile wash over his face when he saw how happy they both looked in their picture. He pulled his eyes away from the frame and met Janus'. "I’ll take care of these cases, you won’t have to worry about a thing. Just enjoy your anniversary—and your party." Logan started to stand, hefting the case files and holding them against his chest.

Devin stuck his head in Janus' office as he walked by, “Hey, Jan, what time should I be there tonight?”

"Oh, excuse me, I'll—I'll leave you to it," he stuttered, heading for the door. Just before he left, he turned back and smiled at Janus, “I’m really happy for you both. See you when you get back."

Devin watched him walk down the hall toward his own office. Devin stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "That guy's so weird."

"Who? Cro—" Janus rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Logan?

Devin nodded, "Yeah, him. You went to law school with him, didn't you?"

Janus nodded, staring off in the direction Logan went. "Yeah. Yeah, I did."

"Has he always been like that? All..." Devin stiffened his face and did part of the Robot dance.

Janus side-eyed his friend before shaking his head lightly. "He's very private, very formal... He just doesn't like to talk about himself." Janus shrugged, "He's turned into a decent enough guy, I guess."

Devin scrunched his nose, "Like does he ever even talk to anyone here? I've never seen him go to lunch with anyone and I'd swear it was the second coming if he showed up at a happy hour."

Janus smirked at Devin, "Not everybody's a gossipy bitch like us."

Devin laughed. "But I mean, outside of work? Does anybody even know anything about him? Is he secretly a serial killer and he practices social justice law for kicks?"

Janus leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of him, considering. "Well, he's married, or, was married, has a... couple of kids?" Janus shook his head again, waving his hand dismissively. "He likes to keep his personal life and his work life separate.

"He's an excellent lawyer. He was one of the primary writers on the Marriage Equality act, and has defended it in court four times since then. And" Janus stared significantly at Devin, "He takes on at least twice as many pro bono DV cases as you..." Devin made a face at him. Janus shrugged again, "He clearly has a passion for the work."

"Yeah, I know, but, come on..." Devin raised an eyebrow at his boss and his friend, "He doesn't exactly, you know, fit the culture here?"

Janus glared at him. "I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say that."

Devin picked up a tiny metal Rubix Cube from Janus' desk and sat back fiddling with it. "I just think the guy comes off as kinda... Cold." He frowned. "Unapproachable."

Janus shrugged, looking at the door. "We can't all be best friends here, I guess. Logan does good work. That's enough. We can overlook his, you know, standoffishness. He's polite and professional. He doesn't have to like us, too."

Devin played with the cube in his hands then finally looked up at Janus, smiling. "So... about your brother in law."

Janus grinned. "Yes, I think you'll like him."

"Well," Devin swooped his hand in a little 'go on' motion.  "Tell me more..."

Janus laughed. "Well, he's smart, funny, hot... You know they're twins, right?

Devin winked lasciviously. Janus made a face, "Uh-uh, none of your usual plays here or I'm calling this off. He's a nice guy. Don't hurt him."

Devin managed to look scandalized and flirtatious at the same time. "I won't, I swear."

"I mean it, for your own sake, too. My husband is very protective. Remus will kick your ass if you hurt his brother." Janus waved his hand, dismissing Devin when his phone rang. "And I'll help him."

[itsroxxanne-thatonestreamer]

HEY HEY HEY YALL!!! it’s yee-hawgust so it’s time for another story!

Forced to be loved but love to be yours, a osamu miya x oc!.

chapta 1: Let the games begin

I had been preparing myself for months, thinking of the most discrete way to sneak into the mafia building and steal the information. My country’s intelligence services knew how delicate this mission was and had entrusted it to their best agent: me. Crawling through the air duct of the mafia headquarters, i checked the map I was holding in one hand to locate the ventilation hatch giving access to the archive room. However, the shaft was dark, and i couldn't make out any trap door. I continued moving forward, hoping to see anything that could help me.

“Dammit” i muttered to myself, “It has to be somewhere. It should be her-”

I didn't have time to finish my sentence when i felt the trapdoor give way under my weight. I fell into the archive room and landed on a pile of old papers and files, hurting my bum in the process. 

“Ouch…” i complained while standing up. 

I rubbed my buttocks (i can’t get over that word🤣) to ease the pain, taking a few steps to stretch my muscles after the endless minutes I spent in the air duct. I took a look at the room around me: quiet and seemingly empty. The surroundings were barely lit, but i could make out shelves lined up next to each other filled with boxes marked with the "top secret" stamp. As I went to touch a box, i stopped as I heard a mocking laugh:

“That was quite a fall! Seems like you have a talent for dramatic entrances.”

Shit, i thought. I could recognise this assholes voice anywhere. his voice, full of this sarcastic tone and dripping with arrogance. It was of course fox, one of my dads worst enemies son. His dads name is Matsuda, his code name is wolf,and his sons name is atsumu but his code name is fox. their whole organization was mainly made up of those kinds of animals as code names.

I put on a cold expression as I prepared to turn around, facing him. There was no way I was going to show this idiot that he had taken me by surprise (even if it was pretty obvious).

“You seem to follow me everywhere: Paris, Buenos Aires, Cairo, now here. I’m starting to think you have a crush on me.” 

He spoke.

I rather quickly turned around to face him 

“Maybe you should stop thinking then.”

He let out a laugh. 

“At least you didn’t lose your sharpness, sweetheart.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

“The same thing as you I assume.” 

I rolled my eyes. Of course, he was not going to give a clear answer, that would be too easy. But i needed to know: did he already find the file? Was I too late? How to steal it back from him? 

“All the time you waste talking to me is time you don't spend looking for information.” 

I noticed. 

Fox smirked, a sparkle in the eyes. I knew him well enough to know that this look was never a good sign. He was plotting something. 

“I have all the time I need.” He said as he slowly get surly walked towards me 

I let out a laugh. This behaviour would have fooled me a few years ago, but not now.

“So, you didn’t find it, huh? You’re very arrogant for someone this useless….sweetheart.” 

My answer took him by surprise, and he stopped dead in his tracks. After a few seconds he smiled, amused.

“You caught me. I don’t have the file.” He admitted. “I have been here long enough to understand the classification of documents though. If we teamed up, we could help each other.”

I glanced over at the shelves that lined up until they disappeared into the darkness. Who knew how many boxes this room had? Finding that file might take me longer than i thought. I looked back at the spy now towering over me. His dark clever gaze made me wary. I knew his penchant ( meaning a strong habitual liking for something or a tendency to do something) for devious schemes, and i also knew how easy it was for him to lie. Could I really take that risk?

“ Fine.” I said curtly. “But only today. This will never happen again. Ever.”

“As you wish, sweets.” He replied with satisfaction. 

He guided me as he zigzagged between the shelves, lighting the way with his lighter. 

“Stay close to me. It's easy to get lost here.” He whispered. 

I just rolled my eyes. He made it seem like we were in a horror movie with traps lurking around each corner. Yet I ignored it because he’s just being dramatic.

Finally, he stopped in front of a shelf. 

“It should be here, somewhere in one of those boxes. We find it together and we both have the info we need.”

I nodded and started opening the boxes as he did the same on his side. I opened files after files, not finding the one I was looking for. My temporary partner didn't seem to find anything either, and it was obvious that this was starting to annoy him. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes scanned the documents at full speed. 

“ You know you cant find this file by looking at me, right?” he said jokingly. 

I immediately focused again, opening another box. I took out the first stack of  papers i saw and read it. I smiled: I found it. 

“Seems like I can after all.” I said bobbing my head in a mocking way, brandishing my findings. 

I could not take my eyes off the paper cover, a smile light up my face. Fox moved closer to me to read the file over my left shoulder. His chest was almost touching my back to the point where i could feel the heat of his body even through my clothes. His proximity caught me by surprise but he didn't seem to mind. He photographed the pages of the file and then put his camera back in his pocket.

“Good, let's go. We can't hang around here.” 

We walked all the way back to the air duct, without exchanging a single word. 

“ I guess this is where we part ways.” He announced. “ This collaboration wasn’t that terrible. Plus, it gave you a good excuse to spend time with me.”

“You're more bearable when you're quiet, has anyone ever told you that?” 

He came closer to me, but i refused to move. It had been a long time since I was intimidated by him. He got so close that our noses almost touched. Finally, he whispered:

“ Yes, but it’s so much better when you say it.” 

Rising on tiptoe, i put my lips to his and slipped my hand around him. He put his hands on my cheeks and kissed me back. A smirk formed on my face as i pulled the mechanism that lifted me into the air to the hatch. Confused, he watched me pull myself up into the ventilation shaft. 

“i hope you know i still hate you” 

he said crossing his arms and looked up to me in the shaft.

“By the way, I took the liberty of borrowing your camera. I'll give it back to you the next time we meet. But I hope that day never comes.”

I hurriedly shut the vent door and pressed my ear to it. All I heard was him chuckling and in a raspy low devious voice he said,

“That girl”

I then heard him scoff and run away. I chuckled to myself but that smile quickly faded to a smirk, due to me realizing, I had just started the worlds most deadly game of tag.

OMG! i’m in love with this ong! lemme know if you wanna see a part two!