#tw: Koshiro

[sandreeen]

Koshiro Shimada as Sanji || New footage of One Piece On Ice 2023

[cuteciboulette]

K-drama & J-drama rec list (2/?)

Something I've meant to do for a while now. Mostly K-dramas with the occasional J-drama, mostly on NF with the occasional Prime but it will of course also depends on your country.

Also bear in mind that I might have watched some of them a couple of years ago and only remember I liked them ^^;

The glory; TW bullying, TW torture, revenge, high school, teen suicide, adulthood, violence, very hard watch!

Synopsis: In her high-school days, Moon Dong Eun dreamed of becoming an architect. However, after suffering a brutally violent attack from her bullies, she is forced to drop out of school. Years later, one of the bullies gets married and has a child who attends the elementary school where Moon Dong Eun now teaches. After years of plotting, Moon Don Eun begins her plan of revenge against her former bullies--and the students who stood by and let the attack happen.

This one isn't for everyone. It is seriously hard to watch! Not to belittle "typical high school bullying", not even the asian type but wow, this one was straight physical and psychological torture to the severity of I had never saw before. Proceed cautiously!

That being said, amazing acting. You will hate 85% of the cast and will want to pledge yourself to the main character. "Use me in anyway you see fit for your revenge." Revenge served cold type of K drama, but a very good one if you can stomach the violence.

I will never watch it again but I've also been hot branded by this one like the MP has been...

The 8 show; TW bullying, TW torture, social inequality, violence

Synopsis: 8 people in need of money are invited to appear on reality variety show Money Game. The 8 people are to stay at the studio that consists of nothing but concrete walls. If they are able to hang in there for 100 days, they can divide the winning prize of 44.8 billion won equally. But, everything they spend for, including necessities like food, water, electricity, costs 1,000 times more than normal prices and are deducted from the winning prize

If you like shows like "Squid game", this should be your jam. Sort of social experiment that goes too far, humans are cruel.

(Also, don't bother watching season 2 of Squid game.)

Switched; TW bullying with a twist, suicide, high school, body swapping

Synopsis: Shunpei Kaga (Daiki Shigeoka), Koshiro Mizumoto (Tomohiro Kamiyama) and Ayumi Kohinata (Kaya Kiyohara) have been close friends sine they were children. Koshiro Mizumoto confesses his feelings for popular Ayumi Kohinata and their relationship develops romantically. On the day of their first date, Ayumi Kohinata and her unpopular classmate Zenko Umine (Miu Tomita) suddenly change bodies. Ayumi Kohinata is devastated and nobody believes her, except for Shunpei Kaga. Ayumi Kohinata looks for a way to get her body back but Umine refuses to switch back.

Don't remember much about this one except I liked it well enough. Not as good as some others but still an enjoyable one if you're on a "bullying/forgiveness" mood. I think it was more heartwarming that I expected...?

Remarriage & desire; revenge

Synopsis: Set at the exclusive matchmaking agency Rex catering to the top echelons of society, ambitious souls hope to upgrade their status by marrying or remarrying into the ranks of the elite. They aspire to nab someone from the "Black" tier, the highest group consisting of the top 0.001 percent of the population.

Listen, I have a thing for revenge plots, ok? I don’t remember actual violence in this one, at least no physical one, but it’s been a while. I think the MP wanted revenge from a husband-stealer? or from her cheating husband? I don't know I hadn't much k-dramas under my belt at the time but we watched it with my SIL and had a good time.

[lori-the-dragon-ninja]

@ninja-go-to-therapy , I guess I will take this opportunity to torture Koshiro for hurting the cinnamon rolls

//tw: violence, attempted kidnapping, death, murder, koshiro//

Based on devistated because it’s extra angsty that way!

So you know how anger makes powers go out of control? Yeah, angering a demigod was a baaaaaaad idea,,,

(this also includes some hc I have for Lloyd powers)

———

Lloyd loved going out to the park.

It had a beautiful little lake, with pretty fish swimming around, flowers bloomed everywhere and the birds would sing beautifully!

It was simply… peaceful.

The only problem is that it left him alone with his thoughts. And the only things that he’s been thinking about for the last couple years were depressing. His friends, no, his brothers, they were gone.

gone

No, they weren’t gone! They couldn’t have been. He won’t loose hope! He’s going to find them. He promised himself that he would find Cole and that he would find Kai and everything is going to be okay. Everything will be back to normal and they will be happy. They will be a happy family again. He won’t break that promise.

Who was he kidding?

At this point Lloyd was sure that he was just repeating a lie, over and over again, just to comfort himself.

No.

Ninja never quit, he won’t give up on them, because they wouldn't give up on him. He won't give up, even if he wishes that he could. He wishes he would just accept it and move on with his life already, but he can't. Ninja don't leave friends behind.

This isn’t why he came here. He snuck out because he wanted to get away from all these thoughts… clearly it wasn’t working.

He decided that going on a walk might help. It doesn’t hurt to try. Nothing really hurt anymore, he just feels numb.

He was right, walking did beat sitting on a bench feeling sorry for himself.

He'd only been walking for a few minutes before he heard a voice behind him.

“Excuse me!”

Lloyd turned around to see a tall young man approaching him.

“I’m sorry to bother you but, are you the green ninja?”

Oh great, another fan. Lloyd didn’t really like being in the spotlight or interacting with strangers in general. Nonetheless, the man seems excited to meet him. He’s used to fans, they ask a couple questions, ask for a selfie and an autograph and are gone as fast as they showed up. Besides, he didn’t want to be rude.

“The one and only! How may I help you?”

“I’m just such a big fan! I’ve been admiring you for quite some time now!”

Lloyd decided to keep walking with the man following next to him. He has been sitting around enough. Besides, the man didn't seem to mind walking with him.

Something about this guy did seem fishy, but he was probably just paranoid. He has been quite paranoid since-

“Oh I’m so glad to finally meet you! You ninja are so amazing! I must have a lot of luck! First Black, then Red and soon Green!”

Oh, he met Cole and Kai before. Well, there goes any chance Lloyd will have a break from thinking about them. He should try to ignore the comment. It was rude of the man to say it, since everyone already knows they disappeared, but he shouldn't ruin the man's day with a rude attitude.

But the way the man worded it is quite strange. “soon green"? What's that supposed to mean? Perhaps he’s collecting autographs or photos with the team? Yeah, that’s probably it, some fans do that. But this man is just giving Lloyd such a weird feeling. Something is off. He should ask him to clear it up

“Oh, you’ve met them before?”

“Yeah, a couple years ago!”

“Did you get pictures, autographs?”

“Well, I have gotten many pictures over time!”

Over time? What does he mean by that? Is Lloyd overthinking this? Perhaps if he causally asked about it without it sounding too obvious?

“That’s nice! Making a collection?”

“Well, yes. I already have Black and Red, and I will soon have Green!”

“Um? You're collecting photos of ud? Would you like a picture with me? I can sign it for yo-"

“Oh, I don’t think you understand, I'm not here for photos. I mean can't have any photos of you looking like that. I have to make you look pretty for me first!"

Before Lloyd got the chance to ask him what that was supposed to mean, he felt a powerful grip around his neck. He tried to scream, but a rag was placed over his mouth and nose. It smelled funny, Lloyd knew too well that this would knock him out in a couple minutes. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t get the man off of him.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay Green, it’s okay!” his voice trying to soothe him sounded disgusting “don’t be scared, I will take such good care of you!”

Take care of him? What does that even mean? And was he culling him while trying to knock him out?

“You'll be such a wonderful pet!”

Pet?

“Oh you don’t have to struggle! You’ll just get tired pet! Don’t worry, I’ll train you to be calmer and obeying. Just like I trained Black and Red!”

He- he did what?

He took them. He’s the one.

Lloyd didn’t even acknowledge his kidnapper's words anymore. He zoned out.

He took them.

All he felt was rage. He didn’t hear the attempt to calm him, he didn’t hear the confusion, nor the sudden scream of pain.

No, but he did feel the cold darkness surrounding him. A shadowy fog coming out of his body. He felt pain in his entire body, he felt it changing, but he didn’t care. This man took away his brothers.

-----

Koshiro didn’t worry when Green turned pale, he was about to pass out so it was normal!

But he did start to worry when his skin darkened, and he could swear Green’s eyes were red. He couldn’t get a good look because he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the arm he was holding Green with.

The pain made him let go. It made his vision blur and he collapsed. It was agonizing. Green would definitely get a stern punishment for this!

He was just about to get back up and yell at Green for daring to hurt his new master, but when he looked up-

The- the thing starting down at him wasn’t human. No. It was huge, with glowing red eyes, black scales, grey horns, huge jaws, standing on two big feet (claws? Talons? He wasn’t sure what to call them) with four arms- no two more claws and two wings.

It was- it was some kind of monster. Like a demonic dragon.

-----

Lloyd wasn’t even sure what was going on. The man was now tiny, everything was, and he was frozen in terror. Good.

“Where are they!? Where are my brothers!? What did you do to them!?”

Silence. Everything was dark and silent.

“Where and Cole and Kai? Where. Are. They? Answer me!?”

-----

The creature's voice was familiar. Green? It sounded like him, but- more demonic. How did this happen?

“I- I won’t say! You- you will try to, to take them from- from me! They’re mine! My pets! They- they- you won’t take them!”

-----

The man was clearly not going to give an honest answer.

Well, it looks like Lloyd is just going to have to persuade him.

He raised his head and spread his wings. The darkness that surrounded him started to spread out around the two of them. Everything it touched- the grass, trees, flowers- withered away and perished. It slowly spread, careful not to touch the man. No- Lloyd won’t give him such an easy way out.

Soon the cloud surrounded them and it was pitch black, except for the red eyes and a tiny purple light shining from Lloyd’s chest. The light that slowly spread across his body. Across his chest, down his belly and back, all the way down his tail, up his wings, and slowly building it’s way up his neck towards his mouth.

It was a surge of destruction, fuelled by rage, a ticking bomb waiting to explode. He could feel the power building up, getting stronger.

All he had to do was open his mouth and he would be gone. It was so simple, yet he couldn’t get himself to do it. Not yet.

-----

Koshiro was frozen in horror as the creature started to glow, inching closer to him. He knew this beast wouldn’t hesitate to end him.

If it did-

No!

His pets would be left alone! Without their master! No, he couldn’t let that happen! He had to tell this beast where they were. Yes, he would end up in jail, but he could break out and rescue his pets the first chance he gets!

“They’re in my basement!”

The beast paused, now standing still, the light no longer growing.

“It’s- it’s a small house in the- in the Blackwood forest.”

The light from the creature started to fade out.

“It’s a two story wooden house on the north side of the village. The village is a few miles east from here! You can’t miss it!”

The light faded out completely, the only visible thing were the monsters glowing red eyes. It let out a horrifying chuckle.

“Thank you. But you didn’t really think you would get out of this so easily, did you?”

Before Koshiro realized what the creature meant by that, shadowy tentacles grabbed him and a purple light flashed and quickly found it’s way from the chest, up the neck and out of the beasts jaw.

He wasn’t sure what was worse, the cold from the tentacles or the heat of the destructive flame. The only thing he really cared about was what would happen to his precious pets now that he was gone.

———

Hope you enjoyed reading my shitty 2-3 AM sleep deprived fic because inspiration hits at the worst times!

Yes, Lloyd can transform into a demonic dragon. Koshi is gone. Lloyd managed to track down his house with the help of the scent of Koshiro's remains. They found and rescued Cole and Kai and lived happily ever after.

(Or, you know, happily for a few weeks before Ninjago got attacked again)

[yarichin-imagines]

can i get some toxic relationship headcanons with each of the boys? thank you <3

YARI GOT THIS SHIT.

AYY OUR FIRST COLLAB POST — admin bii

TW: toxic relationships, jealousy, gaslighting, mindbreak (reader getting used to/happy with toxicity), dubcon, hints of yandere, etc.

toono - insecurity

Toono just can’t seem to convince himself you truly love him. It leads to him closing off and pitying himself quite a bit. He treats the relationship like something else he’s bound to fuck up, and he shouldn’t get too attached. That leads to your relationship feeling half-baked.

kashima - jealous

Kashima is not paranoid! He trusts you 100%. It's everyone else he doesn't trust. He gets a little more than hot under the collar when he starts noticing you do nothing to stop guys from buying you drinks at a club— you accept the drinks! that you apologize to the perverts who grope you when the try to slide past you on a crowded metro, and blush when you catch them staring. Steam practically pours out of his ears. He will drag you by your wrist, his grip searing hot and twisting hard against the skin -- it hurts, but he's too angry to notice now. Doesn't matter if it's at school, at a club, and it doesn't matter if it's the morning, noon or night. He'll have you against something in seconds, muttering expletives, even going so far as to threaten live's if someone has the audacity to cozy up to you right in front of him. It's unfathomable, it's like nobody can see that you so obviously belong to him. After all, you're his girl. He's the one you come home to, the only one who gets to touch you, hold you, to fuck you, to see you in every state of mind, to see you break, and to see you cum. For him. Just for him. If he wasn't such a good fuck when he's all worked up, surely you'd have had the sense to leave him, but that just isn't the case with Kashima. . .

yacchan - communication issues

Yacchan can’t communicate, but it isn’t for a lack of talking. He has built up a wall after years of being inferior, so when someone tries to push the boundaries a bit and open him up, he gets very defensive. He gets hostile and sarcastic, even in his body language, moving as if he’s preparing to fight. He just can’t handle criticism because he’s been given so much shit through his life, he interprets criticism as hate and feels a need to defend himself. He doesn’t want to let anyone break down his walls that he has spent so long putting up to protect himself.

Shikatani - perfectionist

Shika doesn’t want anything to happen if he doesn’t know it’ll go exactly as he planned. All the dates need to go perfect or it ends with him in tears because he ‘fucked it all up’. Even if the mess up ends in you two having an equally great time, he can’t get over how it didn’t go perfectly. This also sort of plays into a lack of communication as he doesn’t want to bring up things that could cause arguments.

akemi - gaslighting

To be honest, it gets a little fuzzy trying to remember what life was like before Keiichi Akemi.

“Why worry about it?” he would always say. “I’ll take care of everything. Just don’t think about it, ‘kay?”

How could you refuse a life planned out for you down to the tee? Schedules were structure, and without structure, you’d definitely fall apart.

“What would you do without me?”

Please don’t leave me!

“If you don’t exercise, you’ll get fat again, like before. You don’t want to be fat again right?”

You’re right! I’m sorry!

“I’m only doing this because I love you, ya know.”

You don’t remember before, but you do know that nobody has ever loved you the way Akemi does now, nobody else loves you as much as Akemi does now.

And nobody ever will.

itome - lack of communication

While Yacchan and Shikatani have their own communication issues, Itome doesn’t communicate at all, mostly due to his crippling insecurity. He is silent most of the time, always defaulting to whatever you want to do. He just hopes that you won’t leave if he agrees to do what you want all the time. He gets so scared of losing you, he’ll end up crying late at night. If you notice and ask him what’s wrong, he violently insists he’s fine and nothing’s wrong. “It’s fine” is a catchphrase of his. This leads to a relationship in a stalemate where neither of you know if the other is genuinely happy.

yuri - disrespect (being late, “forgetting” events, unsupportive)

When it was three minutes past your reservation, you didn’t even notice. You weren’t even bothered when he forgot about your recital banquet, after all, he probably just got tied up with club logistics, a vice president does have a lot of responsibilities.

He never really saw the point of your artwork, but what was one opinion out of many? After all, yours was the one that mattered. Right?

At least he was looking at it, although, for extended periods at a time, with a puzzled expression, that would morph into a frustrated confusion before it transformed into complete disgust.

But so what?

Soon, he was a half hour late to reservations, an hour when the days were really bad. He started blowing off your showcases. And when you found the card you’d designed yourself for his birthday in the trash? Or overheard him describing your art as “kiddy! kiddy! ugly?” What were you supposed to do?

Flowers and orgasms were fine and dandy of course, but every anniversary forgotten and every piece you found hidden in a closet was just another knife to your chest, albeit a warning that went in one ear and out another.

tamura - controlling

"Absolutely not."

It has to be the tenth outfit you've presented for your boyfriend's approval, and despite your opaque tights (an improvement over the lace ones the last few 'fits) the dress is "still too short." If not the dress nor the tights, the heels are "too alluring" and your makeup is "too provocative."

Tamura takes it upon himself to pick your outfit and makeup, and unless you're putting on his own personal burlesque show, chances are the colors are neutral or non-flattering and the makeup is almost completely natural, truly.

Sometimes it's nice not having to worry, knowing you can sleep in a little later because your boyfriend has planned out your daily look and perfectly portioned your breakfast and lunchbox. Then there’s the rest of the times, when you have to time out your trips to the mall so that you come home when Tamura is out and hide your shopping bags in your car. But all of it’s no use.

He’s one step ahead of you every time. He has pictures of your gas meter daily, he tracks your location, and eventually, he takes you everywhere you go and sets a curfew.

If you post a picture with a guy on your socials, he wants the receipts, he wants the goddamn family tree proving that the schmuck’s your first cousin, or else. Or else, being that he shuts down your socials, happens anyway of course.

You get used to it. You don’t get to decide anymore, he decides for you, when you wake up, eat, cum, and what you wear, what you know, what you think and isn’t that just sweet?

jimmy - stalking

This one is kind of obvious. Jimmy HAS to know where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with, and when you’ll be back. He can be found following you places or looking through your things. Though, when he finds out these things, he doesn’t get angry. He just broods and pities himself for a long time. He ends up making you feel obligated to tell him everything, and there’s always something that makes him upset about it.

[dinosaurchicken567]

Aight, ybc’s my special interest,

so its time to make dumb headcannons:

Toono- monster fucker/“y’all”/Homestuck

Kashima- wanted to be Spider-Man when he was younger/still wants to be Spider-Man/unironically listens to Bring me To Life

Yacchan- furry/had an Emo phase in middle school/also unironically listens to Bring me To Life

Tamura- weeb/gets turnt to I Write Sins Not Tragedies in private/“what? Your trans gener? That’s so cool”

Yuri- religiously watches Barbie movies/ate glitter glue when he was younger and shit glitter for a week/never uses emojis. Ever

Akemi- closet brony/lactose intolerant/had a My Little Pony doll until 8th grade

Shikatani- fuckin loves pirates/gamer/owns a sword for some fuckin reason

Itome- identifies with Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls/excellent knife-thrower/listens to My Chemical Romance

Fujisaki- conspiracy theorist/reads to cope/absolute shit at Among Us

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

For koshi: 39, 54, 56

39. Favorite method of restraint?

Restraint is a punishment. It pains me as much as it pains my poor pet. Though I do enjoy stringing him up from that pole from time to time…

54. Why?

It was meant to be. You wouldn’t understand.

56. What do you look for when selecting a target? Certain traits?

My pet is beautiful. And I did enjoy getting him to be the sweet and submissive little thing he was always meant to be.

[yariibu]

// it’s been a while since i’ve over-analyzed yarichin☆bitch club , so i’m back at it again , posting at an ungodly hour to keep with tradition .

this time , i’m gonna be talking about koshiro’s seriously overprotective side . or , to keep with anime tropes , his mildly “ yandere “ tendencies . which i often joke about myself , but this side of him is extemely important to both his character development & with understanding his relationship with keiichi .

as always , reminder that there are merely my own headcanons . take them as you will .

so , first of all , lemmie just define what a “ yandere “ is , despite being fairly sure that most of you already know .

yandere: a character who is often sweet , caring , & innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme , often violent or psychotic , level of devotion to a love interest . 

now , koshiro doesn’t fit this definitely to the exact , but there certainly are resemblences .

the first two panels are from the school camping trip , where koshiro drifts off from the group for a session with a client he’s presumably been with before , which i only assume because the two of them seem to get into a casual conversation afterwards . during this conversation , the other student mentions keiichi & makes a comment about how it’s weird that him & keiichi are dating while having sex with other people . he then proceeds to suggest that koshiro & keiichi break up .

overcome with anger , koshiro grabs the other student’s head hard & claims that they were never going to break up . 

now , koshiro is an incredibly soft & a very simple pleasures type of person , but he clearly has a different side to him when his loves ones are insulted ( or , what he translates as them being insulted ) . because he’s so overprotective of keiichi , even knowing that their relationship is not entirely perfect & the he was the one who suggested they still carry on with yari-bu activities despite being a couple , he resorted to violence whenever something even remotely damaging to keiichi’s character is said .

however , keiichi is not the only person he’s protective of .

the third panel comes from the chapter where the entire yari-bu works at getting matsumura’s data about him & itsuki destroyed & inevitably gets him fired . the look that koshiro has on his face is very telling of his feelings toward matsumura the moment he’d learned of what he was doing to itsuki & what information he had against him . in the panel that would eventually come after this , you see that just by his look & tone of voice , he was able to get matsumura to hand over his phone without fighting him back . which proves just how scary koshiro can get .

now the next question is , why is koshiro like this ? why does he get so scary when his loved ones are wronged ? because he’s both selfless & selfish . let me explain:

he’s selfless because he cares more about other people than whatever would happen to himself . he keeps information from people regarding his own feelings , he never speaks on his own discomforts , & he succumbs to anything keiichi would tell him to do without second thoughts . he doesn’t speak up when things are bothering him , but he will speak up when things are negatively said about the people he loves .

he’s selfish because he also does this out of a desperate need to keep people around him . thought quiet & to himself , koshiro is an extrovert . he prefers to be around other people . his love for keiichi is so strong & passionate that he’ll do anything to keep him & not give him to anyone else . as far as his friends , he selfishly wants to keep them around as long as he possibly can , too . 

it’s about a fear of not having control of the things he doesn’t want to lose . which i can also compare back to my personal headcanon backstory for koshiro - his r*pe story . something was taken away from him & he could never properly get it back . virginity , a father figure , a stable childhood , all things that were ripped out of his hands & he couldn’t fight back . so now - he does fight back to keep things in his life . 

that , i feel , is why koshiro’s so violently overprotective .

[embretheworld]

This is what Koshrio needs to do

@ninja-go-to-therapy

[nxctiphany]

@yariibu​

✿ // to ingram from koshiro

Send ✿ for a random kiss / 5. firm kiss

                                              ★ ☆ ✮ ✯ ―☽ ―★ ☆ ✮ ✯  

     Soft, golden locks fall against his slender shoulders, tangling with long, pink stands that tumble over his chest as the taller man leans over him - a silent, almost non-existent breath slipping from his throat as the heat from Koshiro’s body brushes past his own, frigid skin. Beige sheets drape over thin legs and luxuriant hips - hugging almost perfectly about his figure; shadows highlighting each curve and dip sheltered beneath thin fabric, almost sheer below the glare. Flickering yellow and red hues that had danced across his delicate features from the low lights handing overhead now clung to the contours of other man’s back and shoulders, and the newfound darkness he had been plunged into painted ivory skin rose against shallow scars, and pink lips. While glossy, scarlet eyes that peered up at the other through long lashes - almost bashful (though he is truthfully anything but) in how they watched him, but not without a hint of anticipation within their foggy reflection. It wasn’t a role he was unused to playing, but there was always something a bit liberating about the sensation of letting go and relinquishing control; of giving in.

      Nimble fingers reach up to comb through blond hair; touch feather-light and weak - as soothing as it is gentle before they fall again. Arms coming up, instead, to wrap about the other’s shoulders; palms resting upon his back as digits explore the outlines of muscles he can’t see from where he is, and, if only for a moment, the warmth of Koshiro’s skin against their tips - the faint sensation of the other’s pulse alongside the constant drum of heart that made his chest rattle against Ingram’s own. In contrast to the heat that pooled against him, he was still and devoid of the same life that pumps through the other man. But it’s not something he chooses to focus on; he doesn’t yearn for crimson liquid - to taste copper upon tongue or know its fleeting warmth as it slides down his throat. He never has. 

     Hands flex slightly against his shoulders when he feels them roll within his meager grasp. Heavy eyelids fall shut as he tilts his chin to meet him - lips already tender and plump beneath Koshiro’s. And they sting slightly from the impact - numbness settling in from the pressure where mouths meet; head pinned against the pillow where strands of pink hair are splayed against the off-white fabric. The heat from the other’s tongue lighting a fire against his own. The taste sweet and acidic at the same time, and fingers curl against his back, arms moving to wrap tighter about his neck - chest flush against one another. If there had been any air trapped within his lungs it would have heaved against the other’s hold. Instead, a hushed, yet soft moan spills against the other’s lips - so quiet it can barely be heard. When Koshiro pulls back, he’s left feeling cold and paralyzed as his eyes open again - the edges of his vision blurred as he looks up at the other.

      A low him plays in his throat as he lifts his fingers to twirl strands of golden locks against his knuckles before pulling himself up against the other to place a light kiss upon his jaw - a smile dancing upon worn, damp lips. “Hmm, aren’t you ever the polite one?” He sighed, voice low, but smooth as it played upon his tongue; just the barest hint of teasing nestled within his words. At least until he pushes his feet against the bed, moving his leg from where it was penning beneath him to press his knee gingerly between the other’s thighs, as his fingers traced along the firm line of his jaw - nails dragging softly over delicate skin, but never enough to leave marks; just barely enough to leave behind the ghost of his fleeting touch as he leans down to rest his forehead against the other’s shoulder and whispers into his ear, “Care to try something more?”  

[razzle-zazzle]

i'm going to hell for this

@entersomethingcreativehere

497 Words; Damage (non-canon)

TW FOR DEATH, MENTION OF A CORPSE, AND HOW FUCKED UP THIS IS IN GENERAL. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Work was, in Koshiro’s opinion, a necessary evil.

Sure, it paid the bills, and it wasn’t terrible, but his job had the one small drawback of keeping him away from his pet. His beautiful, perfect, lovely pet that Koshiro had spent hours training, taking care of, loving.

Fortunately for Koshiro, he was done with work for the day, and could finally get home to his precious pet. Just a short drive, and he was there.

Koshiro was practically bouncing as he made his way to the basement, excitement thrumming in his veins as he unlocked and opened the door.

And oh! There was his pet. His lovely, gorgeous pet, lying quite happily on the little dog bed Koshiro had gotten him.

His pet didn’t move to greet Koshiro, simply staring at his master with empty eyes. But Koshiro didn’t mind—his pet was there, waiting patiently for him, and really, what more could Koshiro ask for? That his pet was so willing to wait there for him was more than enough, really.

“I’m home, pet.” Koshiro cooed as he made his way over, scooping up his lovely little pet in his arms. His pet’s head fell forwards to bury itself in Koshiro’s chest, as usual, though the action seemed to be lacking the intent.

“Something wrong, pet?” Koshiro hummed, carding his fingers through his pet’s hair. Hmmm. A bit greasy, and a little tangled. Before his pet could respond, Koshiro decided it was about time for a bath.

Well, no, not a full bath, Koshiro realized, but he could at least wash his pet's hair.

"Alright then, pet," Koshiro grunted as he stood up, his lovely pet in his arms, "let's get you cleaned up."

All throughout, his pet offered no resistance, though, oddly enough, his pet didn't lean in to the touch either. His pet had been doing this for a week now, and Koshiro wondered if maybe there was something wrong with his pet. But his pet was perfect—Koshiro had made sure of that.

His pet also didn't sit up very well, slumping over multiple times while Koshiro was washing his hair. It was annoying, and his pet's lack of response after the fifth scolding left Koshiro angry enough to slam him to the floor, creating an awful cracking noise.

"Alright then, if that's how you want to be." Koshiro grumbled, rinsing out his pet's hair before dragging him over to the cage. He removed his pet's collar, then shoved him not uncruelly into the cage.

Frustrated, Koshiro left in a huff. His pet would quickly learn not to be so difficult.

But when Koshiro left, his pet did not whine. Did not cry. In fact, his pet did not react at all, staring blankly at the wall.

But of course there was no response. Because in that cage was no pet, nor a boy in need of rescuing. No, in that cage lay a corpse, slowly rotting.

Not that that kept Koshiro from his delusions.

[cal-leandros-fan001]

I feel like the Kanassa(Frieza Planet 419) Aliens in TeamFourStar because as soon as Panel 4 came up in volume 19, I said: "I CAN SEE THE FUTURE!!" :O 

Well, the future of the English release, anyway... XD 

This is my version of Yakuma breaking down because of all the stress he's under. He has to make sure his family stays alive against their powerful foes.   He IS basically the person that's kept the group together. =3  Poor guy just doesn't want his family to die.  

My dA posts: https://www.deviantart.com/kehxkeova/art/Itsuwaribito-Yakuma-s-Breakdown-Pt-1-673616405  &�� https://www.deviantart.com/kehxkeova/art/Itsuwaribito-Yakuma-s-Breakdown-Pt-2-673618802  

Itsuwaribito belongs to Yuuki Iinuma!! 

I only own the fanart!! 

[hadesisnotevil]

So, I just binged Switched, the new jdrama on Netflix, and I've got Feelings. I guess there will be spoilers ahead.

1) it's really good. I mean, it's a teenage jdrama so the (romantic) melodrama is laid on thick, but overall it's a very serious, sincere examination of the isolation and self-hatred a person can feel when they fall far outside societal ideals, while offering ways to combat it (i.e. empathy, compassion, and friendship). Also, I'm a big fan of deconstructing established tropes, as this does to body switching.

2) Speaking if the romantic drama--its a little exhausting but it's got some great moments, particularly from the male lead, Kaga. He's probably the most understanding and considerate dudes I've run across in a teen drama. He literally apologized for confessing (in an outburst) because he recognized that the female lead had bigger problems and shouldn't have to deal with his emotions. He literally said "focus on your self right now" like whoa. Basically everything he did was trying to help people, often at the cost or in front of his own feelings.

3) I've got to address the ending (i.e. spoilers)--specifically, the big love triangle. Obvi, I was Team Kaga all the way and was upset (if not surprised) by Ayumi/Koshiro, but I think my shipping woes have more to due with wanting Kaga to have a happy ending, and having Ayumi decide, after a season of (mutual) pining for her boyfriend Koshiro, that she really likes Kaga, feels a lot more like rewarding Kaga for being a good guy then it being an organic and natural part of the story. Honestly, I'd rather Kaga be heartbroken and find happiness later then reduce Ayumi's agency. Also, while Koshiro is not nearly as interesting or likeable as Kaga, imo, he's still solidly a Good Dude who got caught in a drama ball, so I can't say Ayumi liking him makes no sense or is an ass pull or anything.

4) another ending note: I am excessively glad that it is ultimately Umine's mother who talks her down. It was clearly the mother, physically and emotionally abusive as she was, who was the driving force behind Umine's self hatred and depression. And it was clear that the mother's abuse was a result of her own warped views and bitterness, so it was a cycle. Umine learned to be the way she was from her mother, so it was only by the mother apologizing for how she hurt her daughter, for acknowledging not just her own horrid behavior but Umine herself, her emotions and her turmoil, and valuing Umine above her pride enough to apologize (as opposed to making Umine apologize to others, a reoccurring element), that Umine could properly feel guilty for and rectify her own actions. Also, imo, Umine would never be safe from her suicidal thoughts until her mother provided her love and a safe, comfortable home, so, above all, Umine and her mom needed to reconcile or Umine would need a safety net that's not just 3 confused teenagers.

4) a final ending note: I love how Umine needs more encouragement to interact with her peers and I love that it was from Kaga, who was the most antagonistic towards her (though I really wished someone would have comforted him in the end, too). I headcanon that the other 3 steadily draw her out and show that they're not going to abandon or ignore her. The problems Umine faced aren't going away with dramatic rooftop speeches and a hug, afterall. Even in the stinger she seems a little shy and unsure, imo, until the natural, friendly atmosphere takes over and she's clearly more comrortable.

5) the two lead actresses are fantastic. they're both teenagers who had to play two polar opposite character going through intense emotional crisis. And whoever they played at whatever moment, I always wanted to give the character a hug and a strawberry milk (which is to say their performances totally won me over).

Anyway I'm done spieling. I very much enjoyed this show (and will forever be devastated by everything Kaga went through in the final 10 minutes).

[kenshirodaimon]

[yarichin-imagines]

Hey, could you maybe do a scenario where Itome calms down/takes care of the reader that is having an anxiety/panic attack? I just need sum fluff rn.

Itome is a very good presence for grounding.

He never needs to say much to get through to you, a soft smile washing across his features as his tilts his head to assess how deep you are in your anxieties. When he opens his arms, it’s instinct for you to float into them.

He changes his breathing so it’s slower and deeper, making each breath audible, and counting in a voice barely above a whisper to help you time out yours. The rhythm of his heart right in your ear lulls you further out of the calamity inside your mind.

Itome will hold you until you’ve calmed down, then he starts the other preparations. He fetches you a hot towel, ice water and a weighted blanket: all things to bring your senses back to baseline. He’ll wrap you up all cozy and turn on ASMR videos while he draws a bath, keeping the door open so you can still see him.

He might not be the most muscular member of the club, but he can pull weight when it counts: carrying you to the tub and performing all the cares for you, humming softly, and even when you fall asleep, he’ll dress you and stay awake at your side until the morning.

The morning after, he makes you a balanced breakfast and if you’re too tired he understands, offering to feed you if you really want him to, being very aware of what he says and how he touches you. And when you tell him at this point all you want is a lil kiss or too, he’s more than happy to oblige.

-admin yari xx

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

The Rescue

The day is upon us. 

Fun fact, this chapter has been in the making since February 2nd of 2019.

Summary: two strangers break in.

Trigger Warnings: pet whump, dehumanization, stockholm syndrome, violence, kidnapping, death threats, possessive whumper, and just like... general uncomfy vibes associated with the aforementioned warnings. If that sounds like it would bother you, please don’t read!

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The day had been good. 

The snowfall outside was thick and heavy, coating the world in white. It was pretty, and he’d liked looking at it through the window, curled up at his Master’s side while a fire blazed. Master had been reading something, absentmindedly petting him while he did so.

It had been warm and comfortable, and he’d loved every second of it.

Even if looking at the snow reminded him of a long time ago. When he had still been bad. When he had been punished more often, when he’d fought against what Master had wanted.

He shuddered just thinking about it.

But it was okay. He was good now. Master had put up with how much trouble he’d been in the beginning (and he was so, so grateful), and it had paid off. He was happy now.

The snow had been pretty.

Now, here he was, comfortably curled up on his bed and beginning to drift off to sleep, hair still somewhat wet from his bath. Master had given him a warm, fluffy blanket now that it was cold again, and he loved it so much he’d almost cried.

It was black, like his collar.

Just as he was losing his connection to consciousness, he heard a… commotion, outside the door.

He snapped his eyes open, suddenly wide awake. Was Master hurt? It had sounded like a crash. Had he tripped? Had something fallen? What was going on on the other side of that door?

The handle jiggled, and he felt dread coiling tightly in his stomach. Something was telling him that he needed to hide.

He sat up, but before he could get any further, the door came open, slamming loudly against the wall.

In the doorway, illuminated only by the light out in the hall, was definitely not his Master. Instead, there were two men, or maybe boys, dressed in brightly colored outfits. He stared at them. They stared at him.

The dread turned to nausea and a sick feeling crawling under his skin made him want to tear it all off. He grimaced at the imagery that brought to his mind, flesh being ripped from bone. Master would be upset if he did that. It would make him less pretty. And Master loved that he was pretty.

“Cole,” one of the boys breathed, finally snapping out of his trance. He had darker hair than the other one. Curlier, too. Quick as lightning, he was on his knees, directly in front of Pet.

He looked at the stranger in terror, not daring to move. He was going to attack him, or worse, and what then? What was he supposed to do?

The stranger lunged, and Pet squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a blow. But instead, two strong arms wrapped around him, the boy pulling him close.

“Cole,” he sobbed, tightening his grip around him. “Oh, first master,” he managed to get out between cries. “I knew you weren’t dead, I knew it…”

The other one joined the first stranger in entrapping Pet in their arms, holding him uncomfortably close. Only now that both of them were doing this did the shock begin to wear off.

Two strange boys had broken into his home, and now they were trying to restrain him.

He needed to… he needed… he needed to do something! He was too weak to defend himself, and with two of them, they could easily overpower him anyway. But he couldn’t just do nothing. Master would — oh. That seemed like a good plan.

They pulled away, and the blond one cupped Pet’s face, looking at him in what sort of seemed like misery in its purest form. Maybe there was some relief in there too. He didn’t know, and he didn’t care.

Pet couldn’t take it any longer. He screamed.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, scrambling back and away from the two intruders until his back hit the wall. Even then, he didn’t stop screaming.

No words. He didn’t want to get in trouble for speaking. But he screamed as loud as he could manage, praying his Master would come for him. Would save him.

Panic lit in the one wearing blue’s eyes. “Stop screaming!” he begged, “it’s us!”

He couldn’t breathe. He needed help, he needed to get away. He reluctantly let his screams die down, knowing that if Master hadn’t heard him already, he still wouldn’t hear him if he kept going. He prayed Master had heard him. He needed to be saved.

���Jay,” the one in green said, yanking on the blue one’s arm. He looked like he was going to yell, but stilled as the blond jerkily gestured to the room itself.

He glanced in the general direction the other one had been pointing, and his face absolutely dropped. Pet just pushed himself further into the corner, trying not to imagine what they would do to him.

They would want to hurt him. They would maybe even kill him. Would they try to kidnap him? Did they have something against his Master? Was that why they were doing this?

Why else would they go after a pet?

“Cole,” the one in green said, tears shining in his eyes. “All this time…” he whispered, voice choked up. “I’m so sorry.” he was directly in front of Pet again, now. He had nowhere to run. “I’m so, so sorry.” He was being held again.

It wasn’t comforting, like when Master held him. It was scary and wrong and disgusting and he needed to get away.

He hated that they kept calling him Cole. That wasn’t — he didn’t — that wasn’t right. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t his name. He wasn’t Cole, he had never been Cole. He was a pet, and nothing more.

These boys were trying to hurt him. That was all that was important, anyway.

The blond one put his hands over Pet’s, a green light emanating. Pet only had a moment to be alarmed before the boy was… pulling his handcuffs off?

He stared at the boy in bewilderment. Why would he have done that? So it would be easier to take him, maybe?

The thought made him sick.

Footsteps pounded on the stairs above. It had to be Master. He was coming to save him!

The blue one slammed the door shut, barricading it with his body. “Lloyd,” he called, “get that fucking collar off of him.”

They were going to take his collar?

No! No, no, no, he needed his collar, he loved his collar, they couldn’t just take it! A soft whimper escaped him as he covered what he could with his hands. He wouldn’t let them take it without a fight.

“What’s going on in there?”

Master was going to save him.

“Lloyd!” the ginger snapped.

“I’m working on it! Cole is freaking out!”

There was too much chaos, too much stress. He’d never been more terrified before. From the other side, Master was banging on the door, doing everything in his power to get in. Master would protect him. He knew he would.

Tears built up in his eyes. There was so much noise around him. Strangers were trying to hurt him. Master had been locked out. Each pound on the door was like a hit directly to his skull. Too much, it was all too much.

The blue one looked panicked, stressed. No doubt because his plan (whatever that may have been) was about to be foiled.

The other one moved to gently try to pry Pet’s hands away from his collar, and it might have been the stupidest thing to do, but he was so scared and he couldn’t just let them take him away and he couldn’t let them take his collar away and he just wanted this all to stop and — he screamed. Again.

The one who wasn’t trying to attack him nervously looked between them and the door. He closed his eyes for a moment, like he was preparing himself for something. Pet could only wonder what.

The boy stepped away from the door.

The door came open in an instant, which startled his attacker badly enough to give Pet the chance to escape. Immediately, he scrambled away, hiding behind Master.

For the first time, there was silence. And then…

“Let go of him,” the one in blue said, his voice coming out in a deep growl. Pet didn’t know why, but it sounded wrong. Like his voice wasn’t supposed to be so angry, or so serious. 

“Not a chance,” Master glared, standing in front of his pet protectively.

Everything was going to be fine, he told himself. Nothing bad could happen if Master was here to protect him.

“I swear to the First Spinjitzu Master himself. If you don’t let him go, I will kill you,” the blond said, harboring a flare so fierce it could burn through steel.

“He’s mine!”

“No he’s not!” the one in blue yelled.

He was so scared.

The same green that had been used to take away his handcuffs resurfaced in the other boy’s hands. “Try me.”

When Master made no move to give him up, the ginger’s hands crackled with… electricity? Lightning? He’d always been scared of lightning.

“Cole,” the blond one said, “move.” He looked angry. Light was sparking from his fingertips, now, illuminating the room in a deadly shade of green.

“You can’t have him!” Master yelled, “He’s mine!”

The boy actually screamed at that, the glow travelling up his entire body until Pet could hardly stand to look that way. It was so bright. The energy almost crackled and popped, like an angry fire.

“Time’s up.”

The room exploded in light.

— — —

Lloyd and Jay sat exhausted in Cole’s bedroom, watching over his sleeping form. It had been far too long since either of them had come in here.

Honestly, it had been far too long since Lloyd had done much of anything. This last year may have very well been one of the worst of his life.

But now they had found their brother. He was back, he was safe.

Lloyd tried not to think about the horrors he’d seen in that basement. But he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering.

A cage. A dog bed. Chains. The collar that Cole had defended so fiercely.

And Cole… had been scared of them. He hadn’t uttered a single word, just stared at them with wide eyes, shrinking back whenever Lloyd or Jay had tried to get close. He’d been so uncomfortable, so terrified.

And then the monster who had done this to his big brother got in. Cole had gone to him immediately like a — he wanted to vomit just thinking about it — trained dog. If the room was anything to go off of, that was exactly the idea.

Cole had been stuck in that basement for a year, and Lloyd couldn’t help but think that it was a little bit his fault.

If he’d helped more, if he’d done anything more than lying in bed all day, miserable, then maybe they would have found him sooner. But no, Cole had been trapped there for so long and now… now he was hurt.

That was the only way Lloyd could really think to describe it.

Just thinking about the way he had screamed sent shivers up Lloyd’s spine. He’d been so desperate to get away from them.

Cole was strong. He was a leader, he was a rock. So to see him looking so small and weak, helpless, terrified — it was jarring in the worst possible way. He’d never thought Cole could be reduced to that.

And yet he had been.

The man who had done this to him — Lloyd couldn’t recall his name, and right now, he couldn’t give less of a fuck — had actually had the audacity to claim that Cole was his. What made it even worse, however, was that Cole didn’t protest at all. Like he actually believed it.

It was probably for the best that he’d been knocked unconscious. Lloyd hadn’t meant to — he’d been so angry, so full of raw emotion, his powers had just… reacted. Cole was in the wrong spot at the wrong time, and was sent crashing into the wall, slumping over.

The only reason it was a good thing was that, if he really did think he cared for the bastard who had hurt him, he would have been upset to see Jay and Lloyd beat him to the brink of death. It would have only traumatized him further.

Lloyd had never considered himself to be a violent person before. He always tried to find the most effective solution while doing as little harm as possible to his opponent, but this… this was different. He’d never hated someone so much. 

And so he’d let his anger out, screaming and hitting and giving that man every bad thing he deserved. He deserved worse. He deserved so much worse. But eventually, Jay had pulled him back, told him that Cole was their priority.

He’d wanted to hurt him more. But what damage he had inflicted was still sickly satisfying, burn marks from both lightning and energy alike littering his skin. He hoped they were permanent. He hoped that man remembered every second of hurt they’d inflicted on him.

He hoped he would endure it a million times over.

But that wasn’t important right now. What he needed to be worried about was that Cole had already been scared of them, but now… now he was almost scared for him to wake up.

He hadn’t meant to hurt Cole. He really hadn’t. It had been an accident.

But Cole wouldn’t see it that way.

He would see it as a deliberate attack, and if he found out what they had done to his kidnapper, he would likely only panic even worse. No matter what angle you looked at it from, it was Lloyd’s fault. Again.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be here when he wakes up,” he mumbled.

Jay opened his mouth, likely to contradict him, but Lloyd beat him to it. “I blasted him really hard. He’s going to hate me. Don’t try to tell me he won’t.”

Jay sighed, looking over at Cole sadly. “We don’t know how his mental state is right now,” he finally said. “I don’t really… first master, I don’t know how he’ll be when he wakes up or where to go from there or what to do no matter what happens.” he ran a hand through his hair, twirling a curl anxiously.

Lloyd could relate. He stood, approaching Cole carefully. He looked peaceful now, curled up on the mattress. 

None of his old clothes had fit him anymore, so the two of them had needed to rummage around in the rest of the ninjas’ stuff until they’d found something that worked. Jay had always been a fan of oversized sweaters, and he’d been happy to give one of them up for Cole. It didn’t fit perfectly, but they’d figured it was the best they could do for now. 

They’d also found a pair of sweatpants neatly folded on Zane’s bed, and had taken those, too. Lloyd doubted he would mind.

Lloyd brushed his fingers gently through Cole’s hair, his heart lifting the slightest bit when Cole smiled faintly in his sleep.

Maybe he would be okay after all.

— — —

Pet woke up on something soft. Softer than the floor, softer than his bed. What…?

Oh no. What if it hadn’t been a nightmare? What if it had been real? It was too soft, and he couldn’t feel the reassuring weight of his collar around his neck, of his cuffs on his wrists.

They’d taken him. They’d stolen him! Not only that, but they’d removed every ounce of his very identity! No cuffs. No collar. He was as good as nothing without them.

He could hear his kidnappers speaking quietly somewhere nearby, though he couldn’t make out any of the words.

He had to think. If they’d succeeded in stealing him, what had they done to his Master? What if they had hurt him? What if he was dead? 

What did these bad people even want with him? Why were they doing this?

He wanted to cry. He was alone, and scared out of his mind, and he wanted his Master so badly. But Master wasn’t here. If he couldn’t have his owner, he could have at least turned to his collar for the smallest bit of comfort. But they’d stolen it, just like they’d stolen him.

This was so bad.

He was so bad.

He was bad for letting these people kidnap him and he was bad for letting them take his collar and handcuffs away, and he was bad, always bad. He deserved to be punished.

“Cole?” someone asked. It wasn’t his name. He hated being called that. But he knew they were addressing him. “Are you… awake?”

If they were asking, then they must have known. He didn’t know why they were trying to act so gentle about it. They were bad people. If nothing else, he could be sure of that.

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, wanting to crawl out of his own skin. The two boys that had stolen him were at his side in an instant.

“Hey, hey, don’t sit up too fast,” the one in green said, reaching out a hand.

He flinched back. Green had attacked him. His body was still sore all over from it. Green wanted to hurt him. This he knew.

The boy’s face fell, and the other one stepped in. “You’re safe now,” he said, “you’re safe. You don’t have to be scared, Cole.”

Safe? Oh no, he was most definitely not safe. Safe would be being at home with his Master, not being dragged off to this horrible, unfamiliar prison by two strangers against his will.

“Do you… remember who we are?” blue continued, hesitant. 

He stayed silent.

“We’re your friends.”

Friends did not kidnap each other, and pets did not have friends.

He turned away, hoping it wouldn’t make them too angry. What would they do to him? Torture, no doubt. They’d torture him, hurt him, try to break him apart into little pieces. And he was so, so scared to find out how.

“Please say something,” blue begged, “I know you always said I’m the motormouth, but please, say something. Anything.” He almost looked hopeful that Pet would comply.

He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t go against what his Master wanted, even while he wasn’t here. If the boys could get him to speak, what other bad things could they make him do?

He wanted to go home. He’d never been kidnapped before, but it was so stressful and terrifying and bad. He wanted Master to hold him and pet him and be with him. He just wanted Master. Why would the bad people take him away?

He sniffled, struggling to hold back his tears. Master loved it when he cried, but he didn’t want to look so vulnerable in front of the enemy.

A loud ringing sound cut through the otherwise silent room. Pet flinched back, startled. 

“Ohhh shit,” the one in blue mumbled, fidgeting frantically with his phone. “It’s his dad.”

“Let me,” the one in green mumbled, taking blue’s phone and hurrying out of the room. 

Pet found himself somewhat relaxed at the idea of there only being one of them instead of two. He was glad green had left. Blue had yet to hurt him, so he decided he liked him more. But liking him more wasn’t the same as liking him.

Blue sighed. “I’ve missed you so much.” Something about his eyes were achingly familiar. Or, no, not familiar. They had never met before. But his eyes were… they were sad, he decided. He knew what it felt like to be sad. He was sad to have been stolen.

Pet looked down purposefully, wishing his kidnapper would just get the message. He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to hear them talking. He wanted to go home. 

He didn’t want his head filled with lies, either.

The door flew open, and if it hadn’t scared him so bad, he would have wondered if these people knew how to open doors any other way.

“Cole!” an older man all but yelled, practically running at him and engulfing him in an uncomfortably tight hold.

“You don’t understand, Mr. Brookstone, I was trying to tell you—” the blond said, having rushed in after him.

Slowly, the man released him, backing away a bit. “Son?”

They were attacking him they wanted to hurt him he wanted to go home please just let him go home.

“Cole?” the man asked again, finally seeming to notice the way Pet was trembling. “It’s me. It’s your dad. I’m here, son, I’m here.”

He was lying.

There were too many people in here. He had only ever been around Master, and now he’d been dragged away by total strangers. He didn’t know them and they wouldn’t stop crowding him. He just wanted them to leave him alone.

“Why won’t he… why won’t he say anything?” the man asked weakly, turning to the other two. He looked desperate. “Why won’t he say anything?”

Subtle as he could, Pet backed away. These people weren’t sane. Screaming about children and friendship and trying to get him to talk.

He wanted to sob. He would take the pole over this. He hated the pole, but at the very least, he had the comfort of his Master when it was his punishment for something.

Here, he was alone, but he wasn’t. So many strangers. So many bad people.

He wrapped his arms around himself, squeezing his eyes shut. They wouldn’t stop talking, there was too much noise. He couldn’t handle this. He needed help, he needed to be alone for real. 

Instead, from somewhere far away, he could hear the clatter of frantic footsteps — like someone, or multiple someones, were running — fast approaching.

Please no. Not more people. He couldn’t handle more people.

The universe did not care what he wanted, and in the doorway, three more people appeared.

Pet started sobbing.

[yariibu]

// finally wrote up a drabble for a super heavy conversation between koshiro & his mother , which got long & kind of irrelevant in most of my threads with him right now . but i was feeling angsty so i’m posting this anyway . enjoy . fair warning , i didn’t bother to spell check this . lmaooo .

also , this is entirely headcanon . 

warning: csa & r*pe mentions .

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❝ mom ? ❞   koshiro calls from outside his mother's bedroom door , peaking in from the small space where it stayed ajar . his step-father was on a business trip , not set to come home for another 2 days or so , depending on the train schedules . he'd come home that weekend specifically because he knew that man wouldn't be around , but even then it still took him until sunday evening to even build the courage for this conversation - one he'd suppressed for close to 15 years .

" come in , sweetheart ! i'm just putting some of my laundry away - "   his mother's voice is as pure & chipper as ever . she's just as she always was , a bright woman with a beautiful smile as she stood by her closet door , comfortably dressed in pajama pants & a pastel-colored hoodie with the name of koshiro's university embroidered by the right sleeve . koshiro meanders into the room , closing the door so the dogs wouldn't follow him in & taking a seat toward the edge of his mother's side of the bed .   " thank you so much for helping me out around the house this weekend , ko . you know your momma loves it when you come home to see her . "

koshiro smiles for a moment , but doesn't verbally respond . his gaze slowly drifts off toward the window , a hand brushing blond hair behind his ear as he feels the nervous energy in his chest build up . his habits could ever go unnoticed by someone as perceptive as his mother , though . the tall woman's expression immediately falls into concern , abandoning her place in her closet & approaching her son .   " what's wrong ? you look like you've got something on your mind , "   she comments , nearly reading him like a book .

❝ ..... ❞   he has a hard time finding the words at start , & his mother senses that . she sits beside him on the bed , a hand reaching out to shift platinum blond hair away from koshiro's eyes before resting her palm against his cheek . she was a spitfire compared to her son , but she also had a lot of patience , especially knowing how soft-spoken koshiro tended to be . she'd wait there until he was ready to speak . when he does , his voice is already starting to come out shaken .   ❝ can i talk to you about something ? ❞

she giggles , brushing her thumb against koshiro's cheek .   " you can always talk to your mother about anything . you know that , don't you ? "

he should know that .

❝ it's.... about my step-father . ❞

that seemed to catch his mother off-guard . throughout the time she'd been married to her current husband , she did notice that koshiro never seemed to be close with him . however , they always got along . she just assumed that even though that man told her he viewed koshiro like his own son , & koshiro had expressed in the past that he liked having him around - she didn't think there was any problems . she couldn't expect her son to be as close to that man as he could have been his own father , after all , he spent the first 8 years of his life without one . but from what she understood , they were still a happy family .   " what about him ? "

koshiro couldn't suppress the deep breath he needed to take , unintentionally going silent again as he fidgets his shoulders . the palm on his cheek moved to his shoulder , giving it a concerned squeeze . now , his mother was worried . the way koshiro's expression twisted in on itself , the way he couldn't seem to settle . she knew something was wrong .   " koshiro ? what's going on ? "   she murmurs softly .

he never got any of the words out . instead , he just shook his head , & the tears started to flow . now , his mother started to feel a bit of panic herself , immediately taking her son into her arms as he quietly sobbed against her shoulder .   " koshiro.... "   she whispers , stroking a hand against his hair .   " koshiro , please , you have to talk to me . what about your step-father ? "   though , this wasn't looking good for her current husband . when her son mentions him , then immediately falls into tears - she knows there's information she's missing . something isn't right , & she's quite nervous that she doesn't know what it is .

her embrace tightens for a mere second before she pulls back , cradling koshiro's face in both hands & brushing her thumbs against the tears that stained his cheek . she looks koshiro directly into matching eyes , the worry on her expression intense .   " koshiro , what did he do to you ? "   she spoke slowly , every word falling off her tongue sternly but her gaze still comforting , letting him know that she will believe any word that comes from him .

koshiro puts one hand on top of his mother's , sniffling as he takes in another breath & finds his voice . he can't go back now - he can't go back to their happy little life where his mom was deeply in love with someone that made her happy , & koshiro could pretend nothing ever happened for her sake .   ❝ he.... when you were still a secretary for that realty company.... & you were late one night , ❞   he starts , unable to maintain eye contact & taking multiple pauses to catch his breath between words .

that was so long ago , she thinks . koshiro was around 7 or 8 years old when she worked there . but instead of commenting , she lets him continue at his own pace .   ❝ he got really drunk - ❞   the stress on the word ' really ' was strong , leaving his mother's brows to knit tightly . he told her he didn't drink was her next thought - again , a thought kept to herself in order to hear the rest of the story .

he swallows hard .   ❝ i t-tried to talk to him , & he just.... ❞   koshiro's composure was starting to falter , the tears falling quicker & body trembling at the memory . he felt sick , he doesn't want to continue - but his mother needed to know everything . she needed to know the worst part of the story . her warm hands rubbed at his neck & shoulders , shaking her head as a silent way of telling him to take his time .

koshiro's voice grew more panicked , sobbing a bit louder .   ❝ he took everything off , mom . i just - ❞   his story ended there as he divulged into sobs against his mother's shoulder . tears started forming in her eyes , too - because he didn't need to finish that story for her to put the pieces together . her embrace around her son is tight & protective , apologetic even .

" oh my god , koshiro , "   she sobbed right back . " koshiro , i'm sorry , i'm so sorry - "   she whispers into his hair . in that moment , she felt like the scum of the earth . the worst mother on the planet . she preached for years about doing everything she could for her son , & something like that happened right before her eyes , kept a secret for nearly 15 years . & she never knew . she never suspected anything . what kind of mother can't tell that something so awful happened to her own child . from someone she thought loved him like their own . that man .

" that motherfucker , "   she seethed , catching koshiro off-guard , who can't remember if he's ever even heard his mother cuss .   " koshiro , i'm so sorry you thought you had to keep this from me . baby , please look at me , "   she begs , placing those same comforting hands to either side of his face & pressing her lips to his forehead before their gazes met .   " i should have been better , "   his mother claims . koshiro merely shakes his head , because he knows how bad he is with telling people things .

the woman wants to ask him why he kept this from her for so long , wants to ask why he felt like he couldn't tell her - but she doesn't want to ask him now . she doesn't want to seem like she's blaming him for anything , because she knows not a damn thing was koshiro's fault . if anything , she had blame to take responsibility for , she was the one who brought that man into their lives & he got away with murder . it hurt , feeling betrayed by a man she thought she loved . who she thought loved her son . but her own tears are fueled by her anger for that man .

" koshiro , tomorrow morning , throw all of your things back into your bag . we're gonna take the train to chiba & visit your grandparents for a bit . "

koshiro leans back from his mother's embrace , his tear-stained expression confused . because from what he understood , he was going to go back to campus tomorrow afternoon .   ❝ wait.... why ? ❞   he asks , his voice still unsteady .

" i'm leaving your step-father , "   she declares harshly , expression bitter at the thought of that man entering their home again . she wants to burn his belongings , kick him out & tell him to never come back . file for divorce right that second . but it would be more complicated than that , & she wanted to be able to keep her son safe . this wasn't information she could simply hear & let her son wander back to university as if everything was okay . she wants to help him in the way she wishes she could have years ago .   " honey , i'm so sorry to ask this.... can you drop the rest of this semester & comeback home for a bit ? just a semester . just one semester , & you can go back next fall . please.... stay with your mother . "   every word divulged into a desperate whisper , desperate to make things right , desperate to fix as much as she could . to do everything she could for her son .

all of this was happening so fast , a part of him regrets every bringing up the situation with his mother . he feels like he broke their marriage , like he was the one who messed everything up . but when he looks into his mother's eyes , that flowed with tears of their own , she smiled at him . & he realizes that she still looks the same way she did when he was a little kid . koshiro nods .   ❝ okay . ❞

he'll text his friends in the morning & tell them not to wait for him at the train station .