#guess is like spiky short

[leonightwater25]

Quick art just for these 2 thanks to the meme :D//plak Doomed black and white hair supremacy//HEH

[humongousabysmal]

If you interpret red as anything other than a tough valley horse girl you just need to die honestly

[jxwl4k]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ flawless .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ YN LN is the picture of perfection, brilliant, kind and impossibly talented. But behind her angelic smile lies a sharp tongue that she keeps hidden.

YN LN was perfect—untouchably so.

Her hair always shone like it had been blessed by the heavens, her grades were flawless, and her quirk—a dazzling ability to manipulate light into solid constructs—was nothing short of extraordinary. Every smile she gave was met with sighs, every word she spoke carried a melody of grace.

And it drove Katsuki Bakugou absolutely insane.

“Why’s she acting like she’s some kind of goddess?” he muttered under his breath as YN entered the classroom. Her angelic aura seemed to glow brighter when she greeted everyone. “Tch. Fake.”

YN, having heard him, maintained her kind smile, but her inner monologue flared to life:

“Fake? Oh, I’ll show you fake, you spiky-haired gremlin. Just wait until I—”

“Good morning, Bakugou,” she said sweetly, cutting her own thoughts off.

“Tch.” He didn’t even look at her.

“This brat’s gonna pay for ignoring me in front of everyone! I was blessed by God—this kind of disrespect would NEVER happen to me. I choose not to accept it!”

Despite her carefully curated reputation, YN had a side to her that no one knew—a competitive, hot-headed, and downright foul-mouthed streak that she kept buried beneath layers of charm. The only person who seemed to bring it dangerously close to the surface was Bakugou Katsuki.

It all started during a routine quirk demonstration.

“LN, Bakugou,” Aizawa called, looking as tired as ever. “You’ll be paired up to test each other’s quirks. Bakugou, go easy on her. LN, don’t let his explosions overwhelm you.”

Y/N’s smile didn’t falter, but her eye twitched imperceptibly. “Go easy on me? What am I, a toddler? I’ll obliterate him.”

Bakugou smirked. “Hope you can keep up, ‘Golden Girl.’ Wouldn’t want to ruin that perfect image of yours.”

Her fingers tightened into fists at her sides. “Of course,” she said with a laugh, though inside, she was seething. “You’re WAY off, idiot! I’ll wipe that smirk off your stupid face!”

The match began, and YN summoned a glowing shield of pure light, deflecting Bakugou’s explosions effortlessly. She countered with sharp, whip-like constructs, forcing him to dodge.

“Not bad,” he admitted grudgingly, sending another blast her way.

She sidestepped it with ease, her tone smug. “Oh? Did you expect me to just stand there and let you win?”

For the first time, Bakugou looked genuinely intrigued. “Hah. So you’re not just a pretty face after all.”

“A ‘pretty face’? That’s all he sees me as?! This guy—UGH!”

YN’s next attack was less restrained, her light constructs slamming into the ground with enough force to shake the arena. The spectators gasped, but she quickly composed herself, her sweet smile returning.

“Oops,” she said lightly. “Guess I overdid it!”

Bakugou, however, saw right through her.

After the match, YN sat alone, meticulously cleaning her gloves. Bakugou appeared out of nowhere, plopping down next to her with his usual lack of grace.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” she asked, her voice as light as ever.

He didn’t answer immediately, his sharp gaze studying her. “You’re not like them,” he said finally.

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You act all nice and perfect, but when we were fighting, you looked like you were actually havin’ fun. Like you’re hiding somethin’.”

Her hand froze mid-polish.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her tone just a little too defensive.

He snorted. “Whatever. Just don’t bother pretending around me. It’s annoying.”

She watched him walk away, her heart pounding.

“That brat! Who does he think he is?!”

And yet, for some reason, she couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto her face.

[oatmealthighs]

bigbro!choso x blackfem!babysitter!reader

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 contents: nsfw 18+, MDNI. overstimulation, rough sex, mutual pining, breeding kink, masturbation. i guess a lil stalking? choso's last name is itadori, yuji is a lil one, reader is black-coded and depicted to be a bit thick. but yea gets pretty nasty. minors gtf back

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 author's note: yea this is a bit more self-indulgent than i'd like to admit.... but nonetheless! i still hope yall like it! inspired by this work of art

“so you're the new babysitter, huh?”

his voice was so deep. it rumbled through your every limb, made every hair prick up against your melanated skin. your throat went dry as you looked up at the man so casually leaning against the doorframe to his quaint, humble home, towering over you as he observed you almost menacingly.

as choso itadori looked down at you with indifferent eyes, you couldn't stop your own from scouring, observing the way the black tee he had on was tight in all the right places, hugging and squeezing at his muscular biceps and clinging to his formed chest. his brown hair was tied up, spiky locks in two ponytails. black jewelry adorned his ears all the way up to the helix.

you felt small, under investigation as his dark orbs intensely pierced through your own. but you didn't waver, it was never in your nature to showcase your uncertainty. instead you smiled, glossed lips parting to show your pretty teeth. “yep, that's me! my name is [name].” of course choso already knew that, and maybe a bit more that he didn't plan on sharing with you. he had no shame when it came to investigating who he was entrusting the care of his baby brother to, yuji being his heart and rib, the only family he had left on this entire planet. he'd die for him, kill for him, do worse if it came down to it. but with you, all that extra shit didn't seem necessary to make clear.

choso knew you looked good from your instagram he managed to find after some digging, but your posts didn't capture the true, full essence of your beauty. the camera didn't necessarily capture the way your brown skin glowed and shimmered in light, or accentuate your curves like how they looked now. you smelled sweet, like yams and vanilla. the magenta yoga set you wore clung to your skin tantalizingly, outlining your curvy silhouette and the top zipped down just a little low to show a little cleavage. your hair was styled* into a neat bob, bluntly cut just above your shoulders, not a single hair out of place. your lips were lined a dark coffee brown and ombré’d into the pink natural color of your skin, coated with sparkly gloss. your large glasses sat on the bridge of your wide nose, a french-tipped nail pushing them higher up. choso continued to feign disinterest, but he knew the darkening scarlet brushing over the tips of his ears might be what would give him away if you took any notice.

luckily enough, your attention was drawn elsewhere, the sound of toddler yuji cooing as he waddled through the living room towards the front door making your eyes widen with adoration. you kneeled down to his height, yuji’s big brown eyes finding yours and him sending you a gummy smile. “and this must be yuji! ohh, you’re the cutest thing! making my heart swell.”

choso needed you for a short while, just until he could find a new daycare for his little brother. between him working over forty hours a week and using the weekends to focus on bonding with yuji and resting up, he never really had the time. or more-so, seeing how well yuji gravitated to you, how he began asking about you by just saying your name during bath time, how he always cried when you left, was what made it drop lower and lower on his priority list.

you were much more help than he expected you to be, and did far more than what he was paying you to do, which resulted in the extra hundred dollar bills he would sneak into your cherry coach bag every evening. it was the least he could do: you made meals, helped clean, always put yuji down to bed before you left. even did the laundry as needed. you insisted it was okay when choso told you you didn't have to bother yourself with tasks that weren't in the job description, and that you didn't want or expect anything extra out of it. but you stopped fighting against his generosity… not that there was ever a struggle.

some nights required choso to stay later, long past his typical return time of six o’clock, and some nights he wouldn’t return until 2am. he would come in from a particularly tiresome day at the hospital in his his grey scrubs and his hair pulled into a low ponytail. he would never be surprised to find you laying on the large sectional sofa, glasses still on but your bonnet tied tight around your head, under one of the extra blankets with your phone replaying a tiktok. choso always had the guest bedroom prepared for you but it was always all for naught, as the couch seemed to be your preferred place of choice. it was so soft, it had to be well over a thousand bucks. he never disturbed you, you deserved your sleep. at most, he’d shut your phone off and turn down the tv, and head upstairs to shower and prep for bed himself. he’d often hear you leave the house later that night or early in the morning.

choso was the strong, silent type most of the time. he was an action-driven man– if he didn’t say it he would show you. you knew he liked you for his baby brother when he asked how did you feel about hanging around yuji for a bit longer than anticipated one evening while you were just about to leave out for the day. or when he would sneak those crisply folded blue bills into your bag. you wondered what he did for work one day, and you asked him. he was an anesthesiologist, he said. and you knew he was rolling in the money then.

there were no signs of a woman in his life from what you’ve seen. no feminine hygiene products in the bathroom, no pictures, no particular scent aside from your own aroma of sweetness. no mentions of a “she”... not that you’ve ever talked about it. you wanted to pop the question, but you didn’t want to weird him out- you opted to just “keep things professional.” but shit, it was hard sometimes. choso was a nice-looking man, with a height of 6’3��, a hard, muscular build, and dark eyes that made you shudder when he looked down upon you with them. sometimes he would come home after a vigorous work-out at the gym if he had the pleasure of getting off on time, wearing a black underarmour compression shirt that would be so damn tight you’d see every sculpt and cut of his meticulously defined upper body. his hair would be down, brown tresses clinging to his strong neck, thick eyebrows knitted together at the feeling of sweat and perspiration sticking to his skin and his growing need to shower. you would be in the kitchen, just cleaning up since you wrapped dinner up not too long ago, and the smell would make his stomach borderline roar at him. he’d shower, then come back in a tee and grey sweatpants, damp hair hanging as he sat at the table and basically ripped apart whatever you had prepared for him.

sometimes, you’d be in a rush to go home. not because choso would make you uncomfortable or anything. never that… but you knew your body. you knew that warm pool of heat in between your legs meant nothing but trouble, and was something that needed to be handled, preferably asap. you’d rush into your little apartment, make a beeline to your bedroom and strip down to your bare skin before jumping into your silk pink sheets. you’d grab your vibrator and press it to your clit desperately, pussy squeezing around nothing as you threw your head back against the soft pillows. you’d pinch your brown nipple, bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you moved your vibrator in small little circles. more and more, you’ve began imagining choso in between your legs, his large hands parting your thick thighs like the red sea as he ate you out, his tongue lashing at your clit and slurping up your honey like a man parched. you imagined him pinning you against a wall with those brawny arms of his, knees pressed to your chest as he pounded you, burying himself to the hilt as your pussy squeezed his thick, long dick like a vice. it would be so nasty… you could only imagine the way you’d be cumming around him, how he’d make you cream and release until you’re ran dry.

sometimes when you finish, you’ll feel ashamed, throwing your vibrator to the end of the bed as you squeezed your legs together and hid under the comforter with embarrassment. other times… not so much. the fire would still be stirring and burning within you, begging for something more, for you to truly be filled. there were times you were a smidgen too close to calling up one of your old flings, just to fulfill your desire of being stretched out once again and to just imagine the man over you was your employer instead.

your feelings didn’t go completely unrequited.

choso held his tongue for the greater good of professionalism and your comfortability, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t contemplate asking you to dinner a few times. from what he’s seen and observed on your insta, you didn’t have a special somebody. and he figured it would never hurt to ask. but choso was careful. he often opted to just not say anything.

he felt his gazes getting longer, his eyes moving more risky every time he’d see you moving about in his home working. he picked up that you really liked two piece sets, especially the ones made of sculpting spandex that always clung to your body almost provocatively. the way your ass sat in them, he was almost embarrased to say he dreamed about grabbing a handful of it, palming one of your cheeks with his entire hand. your glossed lips always caught his attention. he often thought about how it would look smudged on his skin, smeared across his own lips after tonguing you down.

your smell lingered. on the furniture, in the blankets, hung in the air. it was embarrassing how the scent of shea butter and vanilla was enough alone to make his dick stiff. it’s been so long since he’s rubbed one out. and he was doing a good job until you came along. he wasn’t proud to admit the amount of times he’s touched himself to you, his hips rolling his dick up into the clenched palm of his hand, soft squelching sounds filling his master bedroom. he’d imagine how you’d ride him, slamming your hips down against his own, your ass flush against his skin as you moan sweet nothings into his ear while he tried his damnedest to not nut in you.

the tension was growing thick. it could be sliced with a chainsaw at this point. but the both of you both opted to play it safe. until it spilled over… and it was bound to happen.

and it did.

"ouuuu, shit, choso!" the way that man was absolutely drilling you from behind was almost criminal, the deafening sound of his hips cracking against your fat ass echoing throughout the sound of the living room as he was trying his best to fuck you through the couch he had you drooling on.

you really don't know how you got here. well... you do. after all, this was the day you've been plotting and hoping on the moment you first seen choso's fine ass leaning against his doorway. it was like a dream come true, watching the way he deliciously hovered over you like predator over prey, his silky brown tresses draping around his sharp facial structure and his silver chain dangling, swinging in cadence with his hard, deep thrusts.

the two of you were just watching a movie, mr. & mrs. smith to be exact, courtesy of the invitation he extended earlier that night when you put yuji down for bed. an opportunity to "get better acquainted" over wine, gourmet chips, chocolates and a good action-romance.

"i see the way you look at me," you had stated boldly as you sipped your third glass of wine, the pillar to your sudden courage. "i know you notice how i look at you, too."

choso was sprawled out on the couch, legs spread and his arms thrown over the top. his head rested in one of his big hands, gazing at you through heavy-lidded eyes. he's silent for a moment as he looks at you so intently, his orbs filled with need, before he finally diverts his gaze to the tv. "yeah."

you look at the tv for a bit, not interested at all actually, but feigning it as you finished your glass. it was silent for a bit, albeit the sound of gunfire and car collisions booming through the in-home sound system, before choso speaks, "you can sit closer."

your scooting closer somehow led to you sitting in his lap, which led to a passionate, sloppy makeout session involving you straddling his firm thighs and his big hands gripping your entire ass in his palms as your tongue dived into his mouth. and all that led to him softly laying you on to the couch cushions, your lips never leaving each other's.

his lips are as soft as they look, yet leave scorching flames of desire in their wake as he litters passionate kisses all over your jugular and chest. he buries his nose into your skin, almost moaning at how sweet you smell and taste. as he continues to trace his name on your skin with his tongue, his fingers find the zipper to your purple yoga jacket, his eyes peering at up at yours through his thick lashes to ensure he has your approval.

you nodded your head gently.

choso made it his mission to show you he had much more to offer than some blue bills to you. you never depicted or predicted the guy to be an eater. but oh, were you pleasantly surprised.

that man can eat some pussy... and he does it like he gets paid to do it. he had you spread out like you were his dinner, and you were, your legs wide apart, knees bent. he sat on his haunches on the carpeted floor before you, spreading your lips apart and sloppily sucking at your clit that throbbed eagerly against his lips. he'd dip his head down, lapping up any of your leaking wetness before making out with your pussy yet again, his eyes trained on you and watching intently as your pretty face contorted into expressions of pleasure.

he'd make you cum all in his mouth, encouraging you to do so, never letting up as your thighs shook and vibrated, your eyebrows pushing together and your eyes fluttering shut as the bright hot warmth of your well-awaited orgasm overtook you, leaving you gasping for air. his compliments, "good girl," and "you taste so fucking good" would just get you all riled up again. choso came in his pants too, his ear tips bright red as he made it his duty to lick up all of your sweet nectar, but he kept that to himself.

that's not the only way he wants you though. he'll sit on his bottom on the floor next, his head resting against the couch, requesting for you to sit on his face. "what? choso, no, i'd crush you."

he'll take that as an insult of course. he benches twice your weight, easily. a little extra plush on the thighs wouldn't kill him, in fact, he'd love it ten times more. you'd saddle up, hesitantly brushing your pussy against his lips, and he'd look up at you, unimpressed.

"whaat?" you feign confusion, in reality, a bit shy and nervous at the thought of putting your weight on him.

"sit."

his words made every hair stand at attention against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. you bite your lip, your gloss long smeared off and all over his pale skin. you bring your weight down on him a bit more.

"all the way." fuck.

you do as you're told, and a deep moan of satisfaction rolls through him, his tongue already dipping into your dripping folds. and before you could even think about letting up, his strong arms are locked around your thick thighs.

he'd have you writhing in his grip, going insane at the way his tongue wrote love letters in cursive against your clit. he'd be damn near drowning in your release, your cum slicking and dribbling against his chin as you rolled your hips back and forth against his soft lips. you were chanting his name like a mantra, and it was a beautiful melody to his ears.

and lo and behold, that's how you ended up on a first class flight to poundtown, your eyes stuck in the back of your head and your manicured nails digging into the arm of the couch for personal brace as his huge dick kept brushing up against that soft spot of yours and his girth stretched you so damn good. you knew you were making a mess- you done squirted twice already, your juices rivering down the insides of your thighs and seeping into the soaked couch cushion below you. "fuck, please don't stop!"

"yeah?" choso breathes over you, his cheeks flushed pink from his endurance. you knew he wasn't slowing down no time soon... he told you about his daily four mile runs. his pupils were blown wide as he watched the way you managed to still throw it back at him, stilling his hips as he watched your hungry pussy swallow his length every time your ass sat plush on his lower stomach. "you like that shit?" his calloused palm smacked against your ass unforgivingly, the fiery sting setting you ablaze. he did it again, one more time for good measure.

you were losing it, moaning exasperatedly into the couch fabric as you gave him everything you got, tossing your ass back against him, trying to match the impact he was winding you with just a second ago. "yess, fuck yess," you whine. you reach your hand back, your nails clawing at his shirt and yanking it in a ball. "please, choso, keep fucking me like that."

"what, like this?" his large hands were at your lovehandles, squeezing the flesh there as his resumed his relentless rythym, his eyebrows pinching at the way you squeezed around him like a vice. you let out a wail, your cream decorating his veiny shaft, and he relished in the feeling, a deep groan of satisfaction bubbling from his throat. "shit, you just keep cumming.... what is this, your fourth time?"

actually your sixth, but you weren't gonna correct him. if there was anything you knew, you wanted more. the way the veins of his dick dragged against your walls was a wonderful, irreplicable feeling, his balls slapping your clit with each profound stroke. his thick fingers found your hair, tangling his hand in your locks and giving them a courteous yank, making your back cave and arch deeper as you let out a yelp of pleasure. any other time, you'd for sure cuss him out... but his dick touching your soul was plenty good of a distraction. besides, you knew your hair was long sweated out anyway.

he was gonna give you some money for a new hairstyle anyway. he was good for making up for it.

choso feels himself teetering against the edge, between the sounds of your disgusting squelching and the mess you left on him and his couch, your pussy still begging for more as it and all its sloppiness still squeezed him whole, and your pretty keens and gasps bouncing around the room, it was almost too much. he felt like he was losing it, the hearts in his eyes palpitating as both of his hands held your jaw from behind. "the fuck are you doing to me..." he mutters aloud, his eyebrows furrowed as you eagerly sucked on his thumbs with a slutty moan.

"you know, yuji gets lonely sometimes," he whispers, slowing his thrusts and leaning forward to crush you with his weight, his dick bottoming out and making you let out a cry as your eyes snapped wide open. he rolls his hips more sensually as he licks at the back of your nape, the cool metal of his chain brushing the skin of your back and making you shiver. his lips trail to your ear, tongue lolling out at the shell as he continues, "i'm sure he wouldn't mind a friend. you'd like that wouldn't you? for me to fuck you full until i got nothing left, huh? you gonna drain me of all i got?"

you nodded your head desperately as you hummed a whiny "mmhm", turning your head to the side as you watched in awe as the man over you was spilling over the edge. "yes, i'd love it, cho, give it to me... please?"

choso hums in satisfaction, his heart thrumming against his ribcage as your words made butterfly cocoons hatch in his stomach and his dick stiffer than ever before. "yeah..." he slams into you, winding you with power and force that insinuated that he hated you, but he'd only make such a dangerous, promising offer to someone he truly liked. let alone anyone at all. "i know you would. you're nasty as fuck."

you didn't know if you were to be terrified or turned on, but the way your core pulsated around him let you know you were the latter. he let out a breathy moan at your physical response, but it didn't stop him. not even for a second.

he wasn't letting up. you weren't getting any breaks. the way you would be teasing him wearing those tight ass clothes and smelling like you wanted him to eat you alive. nah. he was giving you everything you ever dreamed about, everything you imagined when you'd resort to using your little vibrator between your legs.

and you loved every fucking second of it.

[luvlyycy]

Y / N : A SUPER HOT MUMMY SORT OF TELEPORTED IN MY ROOM DO I FUCK IT

, , , , , , yes !

a / n : WELL WELL WELL AAA , MUMMY!CLOUD IS FINALLY HERE. this is probably the longest kinktober fic of all kinktober that i have haha... but!! hope you enjoy <3

kinks included ! <3 : hair pulling (m! recieving) , bath sex , very very subtle pain kink (m! recieving from hair pulling) , uhmmm? virginity taking? (m! recieving) , top! reader , hentai-ish plot , also reader is technically fucking somebody dead since Cloud's a mummy .

You stretch your arms above your head, yawning. It’s warm inside your apartment, a clear contrast to the soft raining outside.

You throw the blanket off your body, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

The only sound within the apartment is you making your way to your bathroom, you don’t even notice that something is following you until you turn around.

You let out a loud shriek, seeing the male in your bathroom- his skin is wrapped with what looks like bandages, a trail of sand behind him.

His eyes have a dim glow as he tilts his head to the side, a few pieces of spiky blonde hair peeking through the cracks of his wrappings.

“What are you doing in my house?!” you shriek, backing up into your cold wall, bumping your head against it.

“I… don’t know.” he croaks out, his voice barely above a whisper as he steps closer to you.

His hands are shaky as he reaches out to you, his screen incredibly dry— a few cracks on his showing cheek. The bandages stretch across his nose, loose around his neck.

You feel as though your heart may explode.

“W-Well, you can go home now!”

Seeing a hot mummy in your house wasn't on your halloween bucket list, but hey— blessings come in mystery ways.

Some sand trickles down from his fingertips before he speaks, “I don't… know where I am.” he manages out. He lowers his head to you as if he were embarrassed about it, “I-I don't know what to do.”

Well, you'll be damned. Maybe it's your kindness, or maybe it's because he's so damn cute but,

“You can stay.. I-I guess. But we have to wash that sand off of you!”

After a bit of struggling to remove his wrapping, he sits shyly in your tub— he looks a bit confused.

Pale skin slightly cracked in a few areas with what seems to be hardened sand between the cracks. He also has sand on his hands— that you're currently washing off.

"What's that?" he says, leaning closer to it, to seemingly sniff— "Soap." you respond, he manages out a quick, 'oh', before settling back into the warm water. You slide your soapy hands up his body and tangle them in his sandy, knotted hair. Jeez, boys can never take care of themselves. 

He stays perfectly still, almost like one of those cats who let the water run off their heads. You look at him, trying to put a name to his face.

“What’s your name?” you hum out.

“Cloud.” he whispers, eyes peering up at you despite the water running down his face. You frown at the running reminder that you haven't washed up either. He probably wouldn't mind, you hoped.

You hook your fingers underneath your sleeping shirt, pulling it over your head. Cloud makes a tiny noise, between a purr or a growl as he stares. You barely notice, shimmying out your pajama shorts— you never wear anything underneath when you sleep, so you just sit across from the thing in your apartment.

He's staring. Very intently.

"What?" you just assumed mummies weren't attracted to anything, or don't have dicks since most of their bodies are eroded anyway.

He spares a moment to choke out, "Beautiful," he inhales, dragging his fingertips up the front of your leg, "You're beautiful."

Cloud admits, he's never seen a woman fully naked until now. But you were practically Cleopatra in his eyes— your body looking incredibly soft compared to his cracked skin. It's driving a heat between his legs that he's never felt before. Instinctively, he grabs his growing cock— his face turning in discomfort as he does so.

You giggle, "Thanks. You're not so bad looking either." you then pour some of your soap on your hands, beginning to wash yourself.

"I don't— know, what's going on— but I think I have to get out."

"Huh? Why?" you question, genuinely concerned.

He looks between his legs, frowning heavily, "I'm... hard?".

You don't know what to say, your eyes widening as you let out a sound of shock, "You— have a cock?!" he groans, "Of course I do— It's just, never got hard!" he exclaims, clearly stressed.

"I don't know what to do! Do you?" he asks, shuffling in the tub— hands thrown up in the air.

"Well, ye-yes."

"Then, then do something." he quiets down, his hands shaking. It just keeps getting worse, he thinks, the more he looks at your body the harder his cock gets, "It, it hurts." he mumbles.

You scoot closer, "Does it?" he nods, you hum. You begrudgingly wrap your hand around his cock beneath the water. He lets out a tiny hiss, bucking up into your hand— in response, you slowly drag your hand up his cock then right back down.

He places the back of his hand over his mouth, sand messily falling from his palm, "That, that feels good—." he says, muffled.

You nod. You're sat awkwardly between his legs, jacking him off slowly with your dominant hand— "How, uh. How is this going to help?" he asks, "Once guys cum, they usually.— They usually get soft, which means it won't hurt anymore."

He nods, letting out another sound when you speed up, wrapping one of your hands loosely around his heavy balls. The soap from earlier already washed off your hands as soon as you dipped them in the water.

You watch Cloud's reaction, the blush on his face spreading unevenly due to his skin. It's also making you pretty aroused.

"I, I feel something—" he gasps, wrapping his hand around your wrist, "I- I think I'm going to, to cum." he gulps as he leans closer to you.

"It's okay, it's okay. Let it out. Cum as much as you need."

Oh boy, does he listen. He lets out a long string of moans as he just simply fucks up into your hand, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so. He cums so much, you can see it shooting out the tip of his cock in the water— you can tell it's thick.

You let him fuck out his orgasm until he's done, releasing his cock.

"Feel better?"

"Yes, yes I think so." he sighs, looking down at his cock....noticing it's still hard.

"Why.. is it still hard..?"

"Your dick probably wants more." against your better judgment, you climb ontop his lap finding his shocked face amusing. (:0)

"What're you doing?—"

"This way, we can, uh, both be pleased." you say, scratching at your cheek.

He nods, "Okay. Uhm, take the lead I suppose."

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the tip around your messy folds before inserting it. As soon as the tip slips you in you remember a bit too late—

Cloud's a virgin. You're taking Cloud's virginity.

"Feels— aggh, feels so fucking— good." he's breathing heavy, dick already twitching inside of you. He looks up at you, pupils genuinely becoming hearts as he does so. You sink down more and you let out a satisfied sigh because of just how much, how well he fills you up.

He wraps his arms around your body, a few of the cracks on his face growing a dim pink color. Soon your pussy is swallowing all of his cock, bottoming out.

You place your hands on his face, leaning your forehead against his, "Am I the first girl you've ever fucked?" you raise your hips, "Fucked?" he responds, "If that's what I'm doing; yes." he sighs.

You slowly lower your hips earning yourself a strangled moan out of the mummy.

"Thrust up— like, like you were doing into my hand." you whisper against his lips and he quickly nods, obeying you and fucking up into you.

You moan against him as he does the same to you, clawing at your back, "It feels so good. I wanna cum s'bad— it feels so good so good." he repeats, letting out a groan you use your thumb to open his mouth and lick at his tongue. His tongue is warm and sort of dry, you note.

Oddly enough, you feel as though you're slutting the poor mummy out, his thrusts aren't that good but still his large n thick cock gets the job done.

You grasp his hair, pulling which causes his hips to stutter and let out a loud hiss, "I'm gonna— going to—"

"Cum, Cloud. Cum for me. It feels so good if you cum inside of me" you whisper against his neck, and he lets out multiple groans as he fucks his cock deeper n deeper into your cunt; cumming. The feeling of his thick cum filling up your pussy is enough to push you over that metaphorical edge.

You stay there for a moment, releasing his dirty blonde hair— his head falling back with his mouth open—

"Cloud..?" you ask, shaking him a bit, the cracks on his body leaking sand— "Nooo..." he groans, "...all my energy...is gone..." you giggle at this, finding him awfully cute.

You step off him and wrap yourself in a towel, "Well, how do you recharge?"

"......Coffin..." he replies.

You don't have a coffin, but maybe...

Cloud lays in the blanket fort you created for him, feeling a bit more energetic. "Soft coffin." he smiles, dragging his hand up your cheek as you lay beside him— the both of you still in towels, you're the only one still damp. I guess mummy skin absorbs water.

"Yeah, soft coffin." you giggle, looking at his eyes, then his lips. You press your head against his forehead before kissing him, giggling when he lets out a tiny squeak but kisses back.

[toytle]

⚡️Baby Barry of Two Worlds⚡️

a celebratory post for my flash fig from the justice league childhood set!! i had to draw him w my own version of kid barry, i think they would get along ☺️

[ID in alt + below cut]

IMAGE 1: 2 versions of kid Barry Allen running alongside each other towards the viewer, the first Barry being a fan interpretation and the second being based off of an official figure. Fan Barry has short wispy hair with wing tufts behind his ears. He is wearing a white polo shirt and jean shorts, accessorized with a bowtie, various bandaids, and white light-up shoes with wings. Figure Barry has short spiky hair and dons a red hoodie with a lightning symbol and matching earpieces on the hood, accessorized with yellow gloves and rainboots. Fan Barry smiles and says, “Race ya!” Figurine Barry smiles back and responds, “You’re on!”

IMAGE 2: Both Barry’s have switched clothes. Fan Barry pulls the hood up by the earpieces and asks, “So how did you do the ear parts?” Fig Barry responds, “My mom helped me with it! Or… our mom? How did you get your hair to look like wings?” Fan Barry responds, “My mom just cut it like that. Our mom? Your mom? Wait, no, my mom. I used to do something else for it though,” and hands the Fig Barry winged hairclips. Fig Barry reaches out for it and goes, “Oooh…”

IMAGE 3: Both Barry’s are admiring their new outfits. Fan Barry pulls on the hoodie to look at the lightning symbol and says, “I like that you have so many lightning bolts… It’s *hehe* ELECTRIFYING.” Fig Barry responds, “Thanks! I guess I just had a SPARK of inspiration. *hehehe*” He adjusts the winged hairclip in his hair and continues, “I see that you SPREAD YOUR WINGS with a different theme.” Fan Barry responds, “Honestly, I was just WINGING it.” He scrunches his face in a self-indulgent snicker and Fig Barry bites his lip to hold back a laugh, before succumbing to a fit of giggles.

IMAGE 4: The Barry’s take their new outfits for a run. Fan Barry has added various lightning stickers to Fig Barry’s boots. Fig Barry looks back at his shoes lighting up and goes, “Woah! I just noticed that your shoes light up!” Fan Barry beams and says, “Yeah, it helps me run faster!”

IMAGE 5: Barry figure next to a strawberry sign that reads: BERRY GO ROUND.

IMAGE 6: Barry figure running across a blue sky.

IMAGE 7: Barry figure on a ferris wheel at night.

[fridaynightmassacre]

literally just want a emo boy x coquette!reader 😔

emo boy doesn't know it but he's quite popular with the girls bc of his pretty face and his long messy hair, and the piercings on his face and his tats on his body makes the girls fold but they never actually interacted with him and the reader is like very quiet, not popular bc she just transferred, just in her little pink world until emo boy is like seated next to her??? anyways they talk blah blah blah become friends and then they both eventually start to like each other. ANYWAYS reader invites emo boy over to her house to HANG OUT and/or play some games or something and then emo boy out of nowhere starts flirting with reader, making suggestive jokes or whatever. you can finish the rest, I am absolutely sorry if this was confusing or what not, it sounds so much better in my head 😭

ANON. YOUR BEAUTIFUL BRAIN.

length: roughly 2.4k words

“Yeah, he’s like..” Emily, your closest (and currently only) friend had said to you before cutting herself off to glance across each side of the essentially empty hallway, shooting you a glance she smiled deviously. Leaning in slightly and pushing up the bridge of her short oval glasses, Emily continued to speak, albeit in a much more hushed tone.

 “He’s like this totally emo guy, the whole package y’know? That spiky shaggy hair and dark clothes, and his face is all pierced. Like, both sides of his nose and everything.” 

Emily paused, placing a finger on her chin in a moment of thought, once it seemed she had recalled what she was looking for, she resumed. “I've heard he’s even got tattoos! Like, I mean I've only heard that, since I personally have only seen him like all covered up, but Miyah- you know Miyah? She’s in our lit class. But yeah, Miyah said she saw him last week in a tank top and he’s like completely tatted. Oh! And he’s super tall!-” you raised your hand and mumbled when she paused “Emily?” she tilted her head to the side in response. 

“I just..asked who he was, since we’ve been seated together. Thank you for telling me! But i’m not sure I needed much more than ‘emo’ to assure Emily (and to reassure yourself) that her prattle wasn’t a big deal, you forced out a laugh, wincing when it came out a smidge louder than intended. You had only been here a week or so, and hoped you wouldn't start the next one with no friends at all. Emily slapped her hand over her mouth, face red with embarrassment. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry-” in her silence you attempted to reach a hand out and place it on her shoulder, a small piece of comfort, however, she had decided to launch herself at you and squeeze as tightly as she could. While you spluttered and wheezed a breath Emily squealed and buried her face into your shoulder. 

“I’m so embarrassed! You must think i'm totally guy crazy, right? I SWEAR I'm not! He’s just- you’ll see!” In response, you tapped her back to signal a need for breath, coincidentally at the same time as the warning bell for class rang. Emily released you and stepped back, ever the dramatic, she sighed wistfully and clutched her chest. “Just as I was preparing to gush about him again, here comes your cue to leave!” a sigh from her. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped-” Emily punctuated the pause with a fake sniffle, obviously meant to elicit laughter. You giggled sweetly, to which she seemed pleased. “I guess i’ll see you tomorrow, and text you after class?” you offered, tilting your head off to the direction you were headed, Emily nodded, and with a pair of exchanged goodbyes you split paths.

Of course, as it always has been regardless of the time you leave, you’re extremely early to class. There isn’t a seat filled besides your teachers, who sat with his back to you reading off of his phone and copying the contents onto a notebook labelled “teach”. You slid into your assigned seat, as gently and as quietly as possible in hopes that if you’re quiet enough, you’ll be forgotten when class commences. You’ve never even been particularly shy, just quiet, but the way the other girls in your class had whispered when the groups were announced, and how Emily had spoken of this guy made your chest squeeze. Popular guys tended to be assholes, and while you had never spoken to anyone really emo before, you assumed that popularity affected them the same. 

You decided that if perhaps if you focused on looking your best, some of your anxiety would decrease. And so, you produced your cherry printed compact mirror along with your tinted lip balm, applying it sparsely to achieve the perfect plump, freshly kissed looking lips. To make them more juicy, you dabbed on one of the clear glosses in your bag, you spritzed a nice vanilla scented perfume back over the spots you had that morning and smoothed out your pretty, flowy, knee length off white (although in some lighting, it leant to more of a pale yellow) cotton babydoll vintage nightdress you had worn along with a cherry patterned cardigan, and white tights. You tapped your flats against the floor, dressing extra femininely was always something that brang you confidence, and by god you needed it now.

To fill out more of the time before the other students rushed in, you slowly organised your notebooks by colour, it seemed you had gotten so engrossed in whether if organising by the rainbow was the way, or if organising from light to dark was prettier that you hadn’t even noticed when the room filled, or when the seat beside you scraped backwards against the floor, and a body filled it. Yes, you didn’t notice much of anything at all, until a pencil tapped the closest of the two books you had been swapping back and forth. Your head snapped to the side, chewing your lip in embarrassment over being caught, as you raked your eyes up the torso who was beside you. 

“Ah- Alex, right?” you managed to force out, more from intimidation than infatuation. Emily had in fact been completely right in her description, he was quite tall. If you had to give an estimate (although you had never been good at guessing heights, god bless you) you would have guessed around 6 foot 3 or 6 foot 4. His hair brushed against his left eye and travelled down to his collarbones, which had been covered with a rather tight fitting t-shirt, displaying some band name you had no chance of deciphering. He wore a simple silver necklace, paired with a studded bracelet on one hand, and a black rubber wristband on the other. What Emily had not informed you of was the fact Alex had a surprisingly shy smile.

“Yeah, i know who you are- oh god. That sounds creepy huh?”Alex offered you a smile, flipping his head to the side to push his bangs out from his eye. You giggled. “Yeah, a little bit.” You swallowed thickly, he seemed nice, and you wanted to make a good impression now that you knew he wasn’t a total jerk right off the bat. “I’m sorry for not noticing you- and well, everyone- come in! I was just kind of…” you gestured to your arrangement of notebooks to which Alex nodded at gravely. “Ah yes, the deeply intriguing task of arranging books by colour.” he smirked, and a giggle bubbled its way up from your throat, and out of your mouth. 

The rest of the class speed by quickly, with the two of you chatting, joking, laughing and ultimately powering through your shared assignment so quickly that it had been completed before the teacher could even announce you were to work on it outside of school. As the rest of the class packed up their books and stationary, you sheepishly smiled and turned to alex. “Do you want to come over?I mean, we’ve already finished the assignment, but you’re really fun to talk to. We could play games or something?” Alex returned your smile, his long and thin fingers playing with the rip over the knee on his jeans.

 “Yeah, sounds fun. Do you take the bus?” 

“I do, yeah!”

“Sounds cool then, I'll get an uber home or something after.” You smiled and nodded vigorously, quickly packing yourself up and waiting for your new companion to do the same. After a moment of Alex essentially just sliding his things from the table into his open bag below, the two of you pushed through the crowd of students, Alex’s head bobbing above most of them. Once you had successfully escaped the maze that was your school (and the either jealous or incredulous looks from your female classmates), it was simply a matter of getting on the bus, exchanging glances and small smiles as you waited for your stop that had of course, been conveniently located at the front of your small house.

“I’m not gonna have to meet your parents, am i?” Alex joked, sliding out of his seat. 

“Of course not, I live alone!” You smiled brightly, oblivious to Alex’s jaw dropping.

“In this economy?”

“Oh, the house was my aunts, she’s also paying the bills until I finish school and find a job.” Although still amazed, and perhaps slightly jealous, Alex understood this more. He made a sound of acknowledgement and rolled back his shoulders, swinging his arms by his side as you produced your house keys from your cardigan pocket and unlocked the front door. 

“Sweet place.” Alex whistled, eyes tracing every corner of your entryway and living room. “So, where are we hanging out?” you slipped your shoes off (prompting Alex to hurriedly do the same). And pointed to one of the doors off to the side. “My room, I don't use much else of the house, except for when my parents or aunt visit, so pretty much everything of mine is in my room.” Alex nodded, idly reaching up a hand to his face to fiddle with his snake bites as you finally undid the last buckle on your shoe. Gesturing his arm out in a “go on” motion, you smiled and led the short way across the room to your door, leading him inside to your quite frankly, adorable room.

“I like it, very….vintage.” Alex mused, before flopping backwards onto your bed, the force making your pillows bounce. You laughed, grabbing a few game disks out from your collection and two controllers on your way to sit next to him. “What do you wanna play? I’ve got multiplayer and single player…” you trailed off as you flipped through the multiple options, ranging from girly games to retro horror. “Oh, sweet! I didn’t know anyone else here was even aware that Zombie Driver existed!” chimed Alex, grabbing the disc case out of your hands. “Oh, yeah! It’s my dads one, but we played it a lot when I was a kid, so i brang it with me! Is that the one you wanna play?” you giggled when Alex took the disc out of your hand, his expression and excitement reminding you of a kid on christmas morning. “Yeah!- ah, sorry for snatching, i know its rude” This made you giggle again, rolling your eyes as you turned the console on and trading the controller for the disc. You jumped off your bed and slid across the floor, swooping down to open the case and slide the disc into the open slot just in time. 

Alex whooped when you joined him back on the bed, occasionally glancing over at you with when he beat something particularly hard and pouting cartoonishly when he died and had to hand the controller over to you. The two of you eventually settled on almost a rhythm of glances and smiles, pouts and groans. It was calm, and almost domestic. Something out of a tooth rottingly sweet fluffy fanfiction. The thought was enough to make you chuckle into your fist, causing Alex to look over at you to see what was so funny, and die horrifically in the game. ‘Wh- that was totally on purpose! You distracted me!” He laughed, you laughed harder in turn, shaking your head frantically. “That’s so not fair! You can’t use the fact you’ve got a cute laugh to get your turn faster!” 

You felt your face heat up, and Alex knew he had you. “I mean it, you can’t use being pretty to cheat either.” He smirked, leaning in ever so slightly. You tried to speak, but you could only smile shyly and turn your head to the side, tucking your hair behind your ear and glancing at him. “Oh, back to miss mysterious from school huh? Or did i get you all shy from just saying you’re pretty?” to this you snorted, “don’t tease me! I didn’t mean to make you lose! You could’ve simply asked me what was so funny.” You lifted your head in false indignation, and Alex scoffed. “I think i’ll tease you as much as i liked, you didn’t mind it the first time.” And with the way he looked at you them, all of a sudden it seemed the game had been forgotten. As well as everything else in the world, it was just you and Alex in the small bedroom. When you didn’t respond, Alex placed the controller to the side of him and craned his neck down to meet your gaze. 

“Well?” Alex tilted his head, brown eyes staring deep into your own,when you broke eye contact your eyes immediately darted down to where his shirt had ridden up slightly you could see the deep V going down into his jeans. The sight caused you to gulp, mouth dry when you looked back into his eyes. “My god, you’ve known me one day and you’re already staring at my dick?” your face tightened and felt so hot you knew for sure that it must be so incredibly red. And your fears were confirmed when Alex leant back and cackled to the ceiling. 

“I’m sorry!” you squeaked, grabbing a pillow to smother yourself with. “I d-didn’t know you were ACTUALLY looking!” Alex managed to push out between hysteric fits of laughter, you groaned and threw the pillow at him. Unfortunately, the tousled hair it caused and the bright red and slightly sweaty face he had from laughing caused you to have even more perverted thoughts. As though he could read your mind, Alex waggled his eyebrows at you. “Oh my gODDD” you threw another pillow at him. He caught it this time, placing it down next to where you were and laying on it. “My bad, I'll stop. It’s just you look cute when your face is all red, and when you throw shit at me.” you leant over to the bedside table, grabbing a paperweight. You raised an eyebrow quizzically and when Alex shook his head vigorously with “no!”s tumbling out of his mouth, you cackled yourself and placed the small weight back behind you. Alex huffed, flipped his bangs again, and looked up at you for once. The two of you exchanged smiles as the sun began to set behind the clouds and you realised how late it was. 

“So, wanna stay the night?”

apologies if tbis sucks I wrote it all in one sitting no beta read no edit its 1am help me

[glycolysis1]

Magenta Mountain (alt text under the cut)

Art of my fursona Fia, a small furry creature with a rabbitlike body and deer or sheeplike ears (pointy and downsloped), a puffy neck, white fur on its body, green fur on its ears and paws, and a green head of short spiky and wavy hair, and two giant wings the size of its body on its head, large black eyes, a cat mouth, a button nose, and a red round gem on its forehead. She has a long fluffy rabbit tail with a green tip. In this illustration, she is very small and climbing a mountain made of doodles. The sky above her has a few clouds and is rendered in a realistic style, while the mountain below her is rendered in stark flat red and black. The themes of the doodles are varied but include angels, cells, mazes, and mental health shit I guess. Text reads (top to bottom, left to right): "spinning without a center like an ant mill" "psychic mazes" "I hate you!!!" "you found [empty space afterwards, followed by an exclamation mark" "it hurts" "is this the way it was supposed to…" "vice grip" "always" "do you believe in angels?" "I couldn't find that angel and I drowned"

[ruershrimo]

take me back (take me with you) | f. megumi x fem! reader | chapter 9: you'll hate me

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chapter synopsis:

“You’ll hate me once you see what happened.”

“No, Megumi, I won’t,” you reassure him, “And anyway, things are different now, too.”

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You could never hate him. After years of waiting to see Tsumiki again, you can finally do so now. Yet still, there's a sombreness in the air, and Megumi won't let you place a finger on it just yet.

word count: ~3k; tws: none for now ^-^

short a/n: hi everyone! I'm so sorry this took so so long, I really missed you all a lot. basically, school and life got a bit busy, but I'm happy to say I'm back now :). I've written an update here where I just talked about some matters regarding the series and my writing. you can read it if you'd like, because personally I think it's quite important for you to do so if you read this fic :)

28-6-2018 

“Morning. Did you sleep well?” 

Megumi moves the blanket away from him, blinking sleep out of his eyes still. You hoist yourself up until your back is against the headboard. 

“The blanket wasn’t here before I fell asleep, I think,” he voices out, nearly inaudible, drenched in the aftermath of a deep slumber, “Did you—” 

You nod your head.  

“...thanks.” 

At this moment, it’s as if nothing exists. Just you and him and the sky at blue hour, on his bed doing something that people who are just friends shouldn’t do. The urge to trace over his face— over his shut eyelids and sharp nose and thin lips— clings to you like a second nature, one which you never thought you had. There’s hair on his head like a nest you’re itching to touch, spiky and jet black like blades of grass. 

You’ve seen this kind of movie before, felt these feelings with your best friend, no less— and now they’ll eat you up from the inside like bacteria on a rotting fruit. Because feeling like this means feeling everything else assault you all at once: you don’t know if you'd like to bury your face into something and scream, or cry from the fact that it may be unrequited, or jump around in joy for everything good Megumi has done for you. 

But forget the sorcerers, forget the healing, forget the cursed techniques and the need to be useful and needed for one second, forget your parents, forget Tsumiki, even— and you can’t believe you thought that. What can they offer which you can’t find next to him, right now, on a warm twilight with cold blankets and pillows? 

There are so many things you have wanted. But right now, just this is enough. 

“Sometimes I regret talking about how I feel, being emotional and things like that— to the point that if I feel things strongly, these days I try not to show them. It’s… the vulnerability, I guess. Letting your walls down. I know it sounds super cliche, and I know that about 80% of the time I probably fail at this, and that it’s not always good being like that—” stirring him further into consciousness, “—but I think you’re the same, just in a different way. You don’t like talking about your feelings. Still, I have to say, I really enjoy this, these things we do.” 

His gaze stays locked on yours, and silence fills the air again; nothing but steady breathing. You wonder, if there’s anything he thinks about when he’s alone on mornings like these, whether he thinks about you. 

“So do I.” 

The girls’ and boys’ bathrooms are right next to each other. So at 4 in the morning, when everyone else is still asleep and the sun is yet to rise, you bump into Megumi after brushing your teeth. 

“Not going to shower?” he asks. 

“The sound will travel and it may wake the others up. What about you?” 

“I don’t shower in the mornings, only at night.” 

“Oh, right.” 

He pauses for a while, makes a little sound to fill in the gaps of his hesitation. You wait for him patiently. “Tsumiki… I can let you know about what happened to her. The truth is, she—” 

“Take your time,” you interrupt him. You aren’t stupid; something bad must have happened to her for him to be like this. Any slither of hope you have left that she’s all fine and good was used to play dumb and deny yourself the truth. 

“...let me take you there. To where she is.” 

For more than half your life, Tsumiki’s been a constant. As you moved around and floated between friend groups, you felt lonely in every waking moment; only wishing for the days when you had Tsumiki and Megumi again. That was the impact they had on you. So after such a long wait, your heart leapt with joy at the thought of seeing her again. 

“Okay.” 

“Actually, do they not have a curfew? It’s only 5 am,” you say as the two of you are on the sidewalk, next to each other; not with either of you in front of the other. You pull the strap of your bag up every time it slips down. 

“They do, but it’s only until 4 in the morning. It’s not as if it’ll be easy for sorcerers to obey a curfew anyway, so the teachers don’t really check if everyone is observing everything,” he explains, “Hey, I can hold your bag for you, you know—” 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“It looks heavy. It’ll hurt, and I don’t mind carrying it for you for a while. How many things are in there, actually—?” 

“... I do try to pack minimalistically. I don’t have many things in it. I don’t know why it does this.” 

“Let me hold it.” 

“...okay. Thank you. But next time, you don’t have to.” 

“I really don’t mind. It’s uh… like what you said. We take care of each other.” 

“I’m surprised you still remember that,” you note, chuckling, “In that case I should try to take care of you more.” 

“...you’re already doing more than enough.” 

“Hope I’m not being too much, then,” you joke, and your voice sounds a little too fond as you hear it exit your mouth, “I’ll start doubling down from now on.” 

A small part of you wants to indulge yourself; to imagine him doing this for you always. To feel the extent of the things he can do for you, and to want to do the same. 

You hand him the bag. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

You have a problem here. You’re in deep, aren’t you? 

The two of you had decided not to phone up anyone who could drive you there, nor were you able to take public transport from the school’s campus to your destination. In truth, you had no idea why it seemed that he and you were being secretive about it, but since you weren’t sure if whatever happened to Tsumiki was something Megumi wanted others to know yet, you obliged him. 

“Where are we headed to, actually?” 

“...the hospital.” 

“...what?” 

“...you’ll see. I’ll be able to explain once we get there.” 

It’s as if the expression on his face is written in a language you can’t understand. 

It only spurs your worry— what happened to Tsumiki? You’d wanted so badly to see her again and speak to her ever since she stopped all contact with you. The whole time you’d thought she was just busy, or that she would speak to you again soon, as if she were some constant who you couldn’t imagine being absent from your life due to sickness or injury. It hadn’t even occurred to you, that after you checked in on her and hadn’t even seen that she’d read those messages. To you she was a constant, and she’d always come back. You couldn’t imagine a life without her doing so. 

First your mother, and now Tsumiki. 

“The whole time I thought she just decided to… stop talking to me for a while.” 

“If anything was done to her, she would have told you, provided that she could. You weren’t an afterthought to her. She loved you. I… it was my fault, that after everything happened, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I’m sorry.” 

She loved you?

“I still don’t know what happened. I mean, don’t blame yourself—” 

A car passes by and the two of you cross the road. His hand hovers near your back at the end of it, when the pedestrian traffic light goes red and the cars move rapidly behind you. You pretend his actions aren’t blowing up fireworks inside you. 

“No, you called me, right? You even tried to reach me, and… after all I did and how I acted… it wasn’t the right thing to do. But I chose not to call you.” 

You remember when you did, remember how it stung. 

He’s not the only one keeping secrets. You’ve got the letter and the years of yearning you want to let him know about. Yet it would feel like betrayal to yourself, even with the guilt you have from always keeping them. You’re not sure if that guilt is for him or you. 

“But you apologised for all of that, and, well— I think I’m mostly fine with it now. It was just… circumstance, I guess. Especially because it was Tsumiki. Not sure what happened to her, but I mean… if it was just what was happening at that time, even if it may frustrate me, I just have to accept it,”  you explain yourself, speaking from your chest. 

“You’ll hate me once you see what happened.” 

“No, Megumi, I won’t,” you reassure him, “And anyway,  things are different now, too.” You’ve got more control over your technique, fine-tuned it with practice and determination. You may still be weak at times: you may struggle to heal severe injuries or may get a nosebleed when you’ve pushed yourself too far and tried to heal bruises on four hours of sleep, but you’ve improved.

“No— I’ve hidden it for so long, I don’t know—” 

“I mean, look, we all have our secrets. Sometimes we have them even if we don’t want or have to. You don’t have to be privy to all of myself, especially what I try to keep hidden, but if both of us ever want to… we can always take one step at a time, and I think we’re doing that quite well, in my opinion. Besides, you’re here now. And now that we’re both on campus it’s going to be even harder to get away from me.” 

He stops in his tracks all of a sudden. You do, too. The words come floundering out of his mouth. “[Name]... I don’t know the… ‘right’ way to say this, but I don’t want to get away from you.”

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, I never did.” 

“Huh.” 

He hums.

“…me neither,” you coax out of yourself. 

“...there’s a floral shop nearby. I usually get her some flowers.”  

It’s time to get your mother some flowers, too. 

The florist there greets the two of you with a wistful smile, and says that she hasn’t seen Megumi in a while. Megumi introduces you as a childhood friend. 

“What do you usually get?” you ask. 

“Lilies, usually. Carnations and daisies, sometimes, too.” 

You’ve only bought flowers to pay respects to the deceased, at least when it was you buying them and not Yuuji. You’d never met your grandfather, but back when your parents still called you their little girl, your father would bring you to the temple where his ashes were kept every year. You’d see that photo of his face, smiling in black and white, next to your grandmother on their wedding day, and you’d notice how your father prayed before it. He’d replace the flowers— carnations, lilies, daisies, and tell you all the anecdotes he had with his father growing up. You’d gaze at the chrysanthemums and carnations with their honey-hued petals, at the lilies and daisies in their clear glass vases, and you’d think of how pretty they were. You think your grandfather would have liked them, his smile a spitting image of your father’s and a spitting image of yours. 

“Those are her favourite, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“They suit her. It’s a perfect match, because— well, to me, I always thought of parts of her as different things. Her kindness and the joy she shared with other people were cherries. Her hair was brown, so I’d think of chestnuts and that reminded me of Christmas with her, or mont blanc desserts. And her smile was like a flower to me, a bouquet of lilies. At first I only thought that it was because she was pretty and one of the sweetest people I knew, but now it’s more than that— wait, sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No, no— it’s okay,” he replies, almost immediately. 

“I’m just excited, is all.” 

He sighs, though you don’t know why. “Then you’ll want to scream at me,” he begins, “…I’m sorry. You’re excited and I just… I’m sorry. You’ll understand when we’re there.” 

You want to hold him. Tell him that it’s okay. Tell him that no matter what, you could never hate him. That you’d never had the power to, ever since you met him on that spring day. 

He chooses one bouquet on display, then heads over to the cashier. You don’t think you’ll be able to hold him at all, today. Or he won’t let you, his walls barring you from him, even when you thought many of them were already gone. You’d been so stupid, thinking the two of you were getting closer, but there was still so much more you had to learn about him now. There was still so much more you had to wait for, until he was willing to take them down. 

“Have you known her for a long time?” you ask, exiting the shop. He bought two— one from him and one from you. 

“Ever since Tsumiki got admitted.” 

“I can pay you back for the bouquets, by the way,” you suggest. 

“It’s fine.” 

“Gojo’s money?” 

“Gojo’s money.” 

You snicker. 

To be honest,  it’s a little difficult walking with him now. The two of you are devoid of any communication whatsoever, a silence calm in the night and early morning yet thickly unbearable once the sun has risen. Before this, you’d been timidly tiptoeing between small talk and deep conversations. Yet now, with the mood of Tsumiki’s incident looming over the air like a ghostly whisper, there’s nothing to talk about, really, as much as you’d like for there to be. 

You’d once heard that people who fell in love were able to talk each others’ ears off for hours on end. You could do that with Yuuji. But Megumi has always been different— in your life, at least. He’s not as boisterous, and not as agreeable with most people despite his politeness, but it’s always been a pleasure being silent with him. Sitting in silence. Lying on the bed together. There’s no spark before you, just the tranquility of an ocean at midnight. In the darkness, with shadows. 

He’s special. Now you can see that, now more clearly than ever before. 

And even now— even when things are awkward and jittery, you find you don’t mind this that much at all.  You don’t think you mind anything if you’re doing it with him. 

So there are no words between you, and you glance at his face, at the frown that contorts his face so softly and gently. 

If you held hands now, it would be pleasant. 

If you held hands now, your hands would inch closer to his as shyly as the first hints of spring arrive after winter. Your wrist would reach his, fingers aching for others to interlock with. Then they would slowly graze his palm like a lost man navigating through the wilderness, until you slid your fingers up his arm again. You would keep them on his wrist, at the outline of his veins, and perhaps if you pressed on it hard enough and used the same mental imaging you do for your cursed technique, you would be able to watch as blood flowed through his arteries and veins. You’ve held his wrist before anyway, grabbed it and pulled him along while his hand would slacken a little. At that time you did it almost abrasively. 

Maybe he would flinch. And maybe you would pull your hand back. 

But then before you realise it he would be tugging on your fingers again, palm against yours, finger to finger. You can even feel it as you think of it now— you would nearly melt in the grooves of his palm, the texture of his skin, and your hand would dance around his a bit until both of your hands wrapped around each other, a snug fit.

“[Name].” 

Your breath seems to fall short as you’re pulled from your fantasies. “What?” you ask, your face hot like a pan sizzling with melted butter. 

“Are you okay? It’s time to cross the road.” 

“Yeah. Just… it’s just… Tsumiki.” 

His hand is on your wrist. 

“Okay.” 

And if your hand slides down to his palm, and you squeeze his hand before he squeezes yours back despite not looking at you at that moment, well— 

You’ve done this before, and several times. But yo know why it’s different now. 

The sun has risen. There’s a certain pallor on Tsumiki’s face that you’ve never seen before. Under the early morning light it’s as if sunlight is seeping through her like light refracted in water. Her face is torn between peace and a grimace, as if she’s suspended precariously between a dream and a nightmare. A glaring red mark burns into her forehead like carved wood in patterns completely alien to you. There’s no lively ponytail bursting from her head, only the sordid scene of strands of chestnut hair gone flattened and lifeless, her once bright pink lips turned desiccated and pale; the sight of her grinning face from before only slipping through your fingers like powdery heaps of dust. She’s drawn out on the mattress resembling a fawn carcass in a documentary: too young and innocent to be like this, shallowly breathing in the torpid air. Comatose. The sight juts through your heart. 

This is different from grief. It feels like suffocation, like heaviness in the air. Your breaths are shallow as you take the clear glass vase, fill it with water and replace the previous lilies with new ones. There is no grief because nothing has been lost, only suspended. Locked in a standstill, for a little while. 

“We think it was a curse,” Megumi chokes. 

“How can you cure her?” 

“There’s no known cure since it was made from cursed energy. All we can do is wait for her to wake up.” 

“How long…?” 

“Since junior high. A while after you left.” Megumi confesses, “I’m sorry if you’re angry that I should’ve told you sooner,” his voice is strained and soft, a little bit from cutting himself off, “I’m sorry.” 

How many times had you thought of seeing her? How many times had you wondered why he’d never call and let you know how she was? Would she survive this, or would you have to wait a hundred times more just to see her again?

He knew all of this. He could have told you. 

Don’t be unreasonable, you think. Just focus on what you can do next. 

“It’s not your fault,” you sigh, “It’s just that after everything…” 

“I’m sorry,” he says. 

“I just wish I could’ve known. Then this whole time that I spent waiting—” 

“I know,” he goes, begging you to be angry. To hate him, as if anything he’s done to you could be the cause of something so great. 

You can cure people. You were placed on this world, born with powers to make or break life’s structures and processes, to cure people. With powers like that you’ve been hunted, sought after, protected— and yet now, when you need to heal this wound of hers, there’s nothing you can do. 

It makes you feel so useless it shakes you to the core. 

“I don’t know if I can do anything,” you start, half-resolute and half-doubtful. But despite your doubt you know that this is what it’s all about; what you’ve pledged yourself to do— to try your best and be useful. Like walking on a tightrope: you’ll have to march forward in the face of all of this and just force yourself not to look down, because this is all it’s ever been. Maybe, you think for a second, everything in your life has led to this moment. “But can I try?” 

“…of course. If anyone could do it, it would be you,” he remarks, voice softening with each syllable. 

“…thanks.” 

He’s very… tender today. Vulnerable. You suppose it’s because of Tsumiki and refrain from commenting on it.

You focus all your energy into her forehead and her brain, trying your best to somehow work against an obscure charm with an even more abstruse molecular structure. 

You can feel it— the strain on your consciousness, how it hurts to even think at some point, but ignore it all and try your best to help her. 

Be useful. If you don’t make it work now, her health is going to be up in the air for longer. If you don’t make it work now, you won’t know if you’ll be able to speak to her again, to thank her for everything— for teaching you to be kind and loving, for caring for you and appreciating parts of you when you’d never felt it before, for her cherry hair tie and her bright smile and her endless wisdom and— 

[Name]? 

If you don’t make it work now, how many more months will she have to spend without smiling through life and sharing her love with others? 

You want to scream at Megumi sometimes, actually. 

[Name]!

If you don’t make it work now, how much time of her life would be wasted in the end, when she had so much potential to change the world and shine her light on others? 

…he could have just told you from the start! 

You have to focus. If he told you this at the start, would that have changed anything? 

Be useful. 

[Name]! 

You have to make it work. You have to bring Tsumiki back. 

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[six-eyed-samurai]

Enjin is a womanizer according to Semiu.

In Riyo's eyes and in truth he is an idiot.

The redhead finds her entertainment in watching Enjin show off like a desperate dog to the one woman who, under any circumstances, refuses to give him the time of day in her free time. Insults that flew out from her mouth are even more plentiful than the garbage raining down during a Trash storm; she has no hesitation in slamming his head onto the table if she finds him too annoying, using her finger to tilt his face this way and that, and Enjin walks it off like a man. A very lovesick man.

Acting all gentlemanly with the door holding and bag carrying, sharing desserts and being super heroic while cleaning did nothing to crack the ice. And Enjin was not one for subtlety either, so either she genuinely did NOT care or-

Riyo slides up to her at lunch, propping her chin on her hand. "So. What's the deal? Are you really uninterested in our golden boy? I mean, he is kinda, y'know, and he stinks from all the cigarettes, but you could do a lot worse. It's so pathetically funny watching him run around though. Or, I know, you're eyeing someone else?"

"I have anything but a crush on Enjin. You suck at being subtle, Riyo." Woah, eyebrows raised, eye roll and all. "Everybody eyes him and he eyes everybody back."

"Are you dense?" Riyo drummed her fingers on the table, rethinking possibilities. "If you don't like him, what's your type?"

"Har?" She paused. "Bad boys, I guess. They're more fun."

"Enjin falls into that category-!"

She tipped back her head and downed a mouthful of her drink. "And I'm not falling to become another notch on his belt."

"I'm pretty sure you won't be." Riyo knew for a fact that whenever Enjin went out "womanizing" at whatever club/bar/whatever he visited, he dragged her along claiming she needed a break. Apparently her warning that his attempt to get a reaction out of her like this wouldn't work hadn't penetrated that spiky blonde's thick skull. "He doesn't share his cigarettes with anyone else."

"He tries to share his cigarette with me," she corrected. "Sharing is gross."

"Indirect kiss, maybe?~"

"I will take your scissors and cut your hair."

"...no thanks. But anyhow, good luck on the mission with him later!"

She ran a hand through her hair and stood up with a sigh. "He'll slack off."

"Oh, no, never. Never ever if you're his partner."

"I will give you a bob cut."

***

Enjin thinks he might pass out from joy and not exhaustion or injuries.

She hissed if he initiated physical touch, whether it be slinging an arm around her or trying to kiss her hand. And she usually told him to go get eaten by a Trash Beast. She looked revolted if he tried to tend to her wounds.

But guess who was holding out a hand for him to pull himself out with, muttering "Don't collapse on me yet, dumbass"?!

"I knew you'd come around," Enjin happily says with way too much undisguised glee. He isn't even that tired (he could run 500 miles on the adrenaline rush when their fingers brushed) or scraped but he's gonna milk it for all he's worth. "Did my charm breach your defenses at last? Are you actually concerned?"

"I wish you bruised your jaw instead of your legs." She gave him a quick once over after retracting her hand irritatedly. "But I'm sure your girlfriends will enjoy fussing over you."

"I don't have a girlfriend. I'm extremely eligible if you wanna shoot your shot!"

"Shut up, womanizer."

Enjin stops short. "Is that why you won't go out with me?"

She stops as well, crossing her arms skeptically. "Why would I want to go out with you in the first place? Keep dreaming."

"Jeez, you only give me a reaction when I was knocked down, and never when I flirted in front of you?" Enjin laughs awkwardly, reaching up to scratch his neck. "It's alright. If I get hit more you'll look after me, right?"

"What do you mean flirted in front of me?" She's taking great strides forward, until she's close enough to - well, it was a distance Enjin had always fantasized about anyway. "And that's the stupidest plan I've ever heard."

"I do a lot of stupid things when I'm around you. It's like instinct at this point." Enjin sheepishly shrugs. "Wait, back to the point, you'd go out with me if I didn't - uh, womanize?"

"Thought you liked "a good woman who's smarter than me, nice sexy body"?"

He was slightly thrown back from the quip - usually she punched him - but immediately bounced back. "I was describing you, really, I promise!...wait, I didn't mean to objectify you either! Not saying you aren't smarter or sexy though! Hey, wait up! I'm serious!"

She lights a cigarette; Enjin swears she's smirking to herself. "So I'm your type?"

"Duh! I can't even get with anyone else because I end up comparing them to you! That's like, really lame, but true." Enjin finally catches up and she - is she - she's actually grinning at him?

"I would've gone out with you long ago, Enjin, if you'd grown a pair and god damn, just asked me outright instead of dodging around other pretty girls and tryna kiss my ass."

[gingersxng]

Can you make a story about mingi as your professor

a/n: OFC OMG!!! i literally wrote this too fast cause just imagine older teacher/professor Mingi doing all kinds of things to you😵‍💫 !!! i had so many ideas for this and it came out very smutty as always, thanks for the request and hope you like it<3

Bad Grades

pairing: f!reader x Mingi

Genre: smut 18+

Summary: your teacher’s been noticing your sudden downfall in grades in his teaching subject, he then promises you another kind of detention that’ll get you both satisfied.

Notes: sub!student reader, dom!teacher Mingi, reader is in her early 20s, Mingi is in his late 30s, legal age difference, big dick Mingi, pussy play, slight spanking, spitting, unprotected sex (always keep safe), reader is called kitten, marking, breast/nipple play, deep thoathing, creampie, swallowing, handjob. maby forgot something!

Words: 1.3k

Song Mingi as your math teacher OMG!

you were a good student and had A in most subjects, well that was before you got your new math teacher. A tall big handsome man, short pink spiky hair and glasses. He had kept you distracted from your work and as time went by he began to notice how you always were watching him instead of solving problems. Your grades were down to from E’s and F’s.

Your teacher Mr. Song finally got to talk alone with you about your downfall and your “distractions”. It was only the two of you inside the classroom, you sat at your desk and Mingi was standing right in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “how come you get so bad grades lately? is something bothering you?” Mingi asked like he didn’t already know why. You felt yourself heat up and your fingers began to play with the hem of your skirt. “i- i don’t know.. i get distracted easily..” you said as you looked down not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. Mingi smiled, he placed his big hand on yours making you look up at him and then your eyes fell down to his crotch, a big tent forming. Mingi caught your eye placement. “i can see that” he chuckled. “I’ve been distracted by you too kitten”. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter after every sentence he said. “how about i’ll give you another type of detention instead of sending you home with more books?” Mingi tilted his head to the side as he rolled up his sleeves. Fuck. Your wetness literally dripped down your legs now, you gave him a nod as a confirmation to let him do whatever he wanted.

Mingi placed you on the top of your desk parting your legs to get a better view of your soaking core, your wetness seeping through the white underwear forming a big stain. With flushed cheeks you watched him as he lowered himself getting in level with your pussy, which was pulsating like crazy now.

Mingi pulled down your panties and sneaked them down in his pocket of his pants, he began to caress your aching core slowly with his gigantic hand, his eyes never leaving yours. “what a naughty girl making yourself get bad grades to get your teacher to fuck you, huh?” he looked at you with a dark gaze that made your glasses fog up. “guess you want me to show you what I do with girls who misbehave, huh?” a smirk appearing as he played with your clit.

“y-yes please mr. Song” your begged. You tried to hold yourself up on your elbows to keep the balance steady with your legs up in the air, your breathing began to get heavier as Mingi worked his fingers on your core. Mingi gave your inner thigh a sloppy kiss before getting up again, he started fidgeting with his belt, his actions made you needier. a groan left his lips as his giant friend popped out of his boxers the red tip leaking precum, it was so damn big, the length and the girth made you feel like you wouldn’t be able to take him at all. You felt dizzy just looking at his big dick, but you were about to get fucked by your insanely hot math teacher Song Mingi and you wouldn’t miss it for the world no matter how big he was.

Mingi grabbed your legs and turned you over so you were lying on your stomach with one knee on the desk and the other leg on the floor holding yourself up. He gave your ass a light spanking before separating the cheeks, the grip was sure to leave bruises. Mingi gathered some saliva that he spit out on your pussy to use as lube. He smeared it around with his tip to get it ready. “I’m gonna enter you nice and slow, okay” he said in a soothing tone. You gulped and nodded at his words, a little scared it would hurt too much. “take a deep breath in now”. You took a deep breath and you felt Mingi enter you, the stretch was so intense it made your eyes roll back in your skull and your breathing became hitched. Inch by inch he sunk deeper inside you until he was fully seated, he started off slowly but were soon rutting into you with full force. Mingi had a steady grip on your hips to hold you in place, moan after moan escaped your lips but got muffled by one of Mingis hands. “sshh, you don’t wanna disturb the students in the classroom next door kitten” he cocked an eyebrow at you. “sor- sooo-s” your words got muffled in his hand. The sound of skin slapping and the desk squeaking filled the empty classroom, Mingi watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared inside your hole, he bit down on his bottom lip trying to hide his moans. Mingi snaked his arms around your waist and lifted you up carrying you with him to his desk chair cock still inside, he sat down with you on his lap straddling him.

You started to move up and down his dick twisting your hips in all different motions dragging deep groans out of him. Mingi threw his head back as he tried not to cum too fast, his hands found their way in under your shirt grabbing your bare boobs. “no bra?” he whispered sending stings down to your core. You shook your head as you continued to bounce on his cock. Mingi played with your nipples and pushed himself up against you meeting your thrust, his dick touching your perfect spot making you see stars.

With every thrust you felt yourself getting closer to your release, your legs did all they could to hold themselves up at this point. Mingi were close too, he squeezed your breasts hard enough to make your eyes water. “I’m bout to c-cum” you cry out, the knot in your stomach getting bigger. Mingi bit down on your neck sucking on the flesh leaving a big purple mark, you could feel him slowing down his thrusts until he came to a halt. You let out a whine at the lack of movement, turning your head to look at him. He had a small smirk on his face and raised an eyebrow, he then lifted you up and placed you onto your back with your head hanging outside the desk, your eyes meeting his cock.

“open wide kitten” Mingi ordered as he pushed his cock down your throat. your gag reflexes did their job as his dick slid in and out your mouth, his cock forming a bulge on the outside of your throat showing how deep he was. As he chased his own high he teased your nipples to help you cum too.

The dizziness began to creep up on you with the lack of oxygen to your brain, you patted Mingis thigh to get some air. A big string of saliva connected from your mouth to his cock, you put your hand around his length and pumped him a few more times. “fuuck, gonna cum” he groaned shutting his eyes closed. You felt Mingi twitch in your hand and put him back in your mouth, he came and you milked him dry, swallowing every drop. After some more stimulation to your nipples and some heavy kissing you finally came to, the thick white fluids dripping down Mingis desk.

You sat yourself up to fix your skirt and Mingi put himself back in his pants. “my panties?” you said as you looked around for them. Mingi lowered himself in eye level with you giving you a sly smile. “i guess you’ll be back sooner than you think y/n, better keep them here until you’ve learned your lesson, huh?”

getting bad grades was something you were about to get used to from now on.

[holylulusworld]

Bad day at work

Summary: It’s a bad day at the office.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

Warnings: short reader, enemies to…, language

You groan and slam your hand onto the table. This fucking meeting could’ve been an email. No one had anything to say, and now you are left with more workload and less information than before.

On top of all, the new software your boss forces you to use is messing with your files. You can’t find shit any longer and are already on the edge. One false word, and you will murder the next person daring to distract you.

“Fuck you!” You grunt and throw your wireless mouse at the wall. Great, now your mouse is broken too. “This is the wrong day to mess with me, you fucker!”

Staring at the broken mouse, you sigh. There is no way around it. You'll need to call IT to ask for help. It’s just that you hate asking for help. Most of the time, they ask you to switch it off and on again. As if that ever solved your IT problems.

“Fuck…shit…dog poop!” You curse loudly. “I guess there’s no way out this time. With a broken mouse and the software messing with my files.”

You take a deep breath before you grab your phone to call the IT. It rings a few times before a grumpy voice answers your call. While you describe your problem, the guy chews audibly. You roll your eyes. None of the IT guys seems to take their job seriously.

“Did you try to switch your computer off, and on again?” You huff into the phone. Why do they always ask you shit like that? “Miss, did you hear me.”

“The software is not working. It’s messing with my computer. Switching my computer off will do shit,” you snarl at the IT guy. If he eats while you ask him to solve your computer problems, you can be unfriendly.

“Miss, you don’t have to be rude,” the IT dude dares to hang up the phone. You’re fuming. If he’s not going to haul his ass up to your office to fix your problem, you’ll bring your laptop to him and slap the cockiness out of him with it.

You get up from your chair and slam your laptop shut. Huffing, you look at your broken mouse. Well, they can fix this for you, too.

“IT DUDE!” You yell at the guy with spiky hair and glasses. “Was that you on the phone?”

He dips his head to watch you storm toward him. “Hello, there,” he grins as you throw the broken mouse at him. “What can I do for you? Name’s Jensen.”

“I don’t care if you are Winona Applebee,” you growl. “If I call you for help, you haul your ass up to my office and do your job!”

Jensen cocks a brow. “Miss, please lower your voice. I know IT problems can be stressful, but I won’t allow you to talk like that to me or my team.”

“What are you going to do about it?” You throw your laptop in his lap and put your hands on your hips. “I’ll get you fired if you don’t get to work.”

Laughing in your face, Jensen rises from his seat. You didn’t know he was so much taller than you. Suddenly aware that he’s dwarfing you, you take a step back.

“I’ll show you what happens when you mess with the IT crowd…”

Part 2

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[andypantsx3]

quick interlude from the bakugou barbarian-verse.

for @procrastination-artist bc your last drawing of feral bakugou made me go berserk 🙃

"He's a prince?" you ask incredulously, gaping at Izuku. "Bakugou?"

Izuku nods that head of wild green curls, blinking guilelessly back at you. "The closest thing his people have to it, anyway. Their custom isn't quite like Yuuei's," he answers.

You glance over your shoulder to where Bakugou is wrestling Kirishima into the dirt, apparently trying his level best to gouge the dragon's eyes out while he's at it. It's only your knowledge that Kirishima is basically impenetrable that stops you from rising in concern.

"That? That is a prince?" you repeat, hopelessly lost, as you watch Bakugou shove a literal fistful of dirt into Kiri's face.

"His mother is their leader," Izuku tells you, a smile in his voice. "It's mostly a hereditary position, with some fighting necessary to succeed. Kacchan's next in line."

"And stay down you spiky-haired shit!" Bakugou's crow reaches you as you turn back to Izuku, mystified. Izuku's mouth is twisted up fondly in the firelight.

"Well he certainly won't have any trouble there," you say emphatically, moving to turn your sausage over the fire. Drippings of grease sizzle off the sides of it, hissing where they hit the flames.

"The fuck I won't," Bakugou growls from behind you, pointedly loud so you can hear it.

You feel your ears go hot, embarrassed that he's heard you discussing him. But it's only natural, considering you're now legally married, according to the customs of one deeply batshit village.

Not that either of you have acknowledged it, however, short of Bakugou snarling that you were his as he'd won the village marriage tournament. He'd hauled you into his arms, carrying you out of there, only to drop you the second you'd cleared the village sight lines.

And neither of you have spoken of it since. But you can't help but be more curious than ever, now, about the man who sort-of-is, sort-of-isn't your husband.

"I'll wipe the floor with anyone who tries for the seat," Bakugou says, stalking over, his booted stride heavy and sure. "Like those assholes in Dagoba."

You chance a look up at him as he drops onto the log next to you, running a hand through his ash blonde hair. He glows in the firelight, the hard planes of his chest glinting with sweat, and he swipes at a patch of dust high on his cheekbone with the back of his hand. The shadows pool in the divots of his arm muscles as he does so.

"So you really are some kind of prince," you echo disbelievingly, reaching back for your sausage skewer, just for something to focus on. "Who would have known."

Bakugou's smile is white and knife-sharp in the light of the flames as those scarlet eyes find you, hot and intent. Your cheeks heat despite yourself.

"Yeah," he says, sounding smug. "Guess that makes you a princess."

You startle. Your sausage goes flying into the fire, hissing and crackling, and your face flames even hotter than the campfire.

Bakugou's smile is far too self-satisfied in the dim.

[thelaisydazy]

Band!141 x Reader - Roach

“Thank you, we’ll call in a few days..”

Your stomach churned. Were they really going to call you? Or, was that just what they told the dancers they weren’t satisfied with? 

Your feet carried you down the street, pushing past the crowds of people that flood into the city every day. Your stomach growls. In your rush to get to the audition, you hadn’t eaten breakfast today and you were starving. You take out your phone to check what’s around.There was a little diner open nearby, it wasn’t exactly the fanciest place, but it was cheap enough for your budget. You turn to head towards the diner only to walk directly into someone, your phone clattering to the sidewalk. 

You stumble back to see a young man, perhaps only a few years older than yourself. He’s tall, though certainly not the tallest you’d seen today. He’s got spiky brown hair, which you imagine might be soft and fluffy without all the gel in it, and soft brown eyes. He’s wearing a tight fitting black muscle-tee that cut just slightly too short, showing off his midriff and a pair of fitted black ripped jeans. Just how many punks were you going to run into today?

“Woah, hey sorry,” he said, bending over to pick up your phone and offer it back to you. You quickly take it, frowning as you see the screen is cracked now. “Oh damn it, sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” you say dejectedly. It’s not, but it’s not his fault you walked right into him and dropped your phone. 

“Hey, I’m going to meet some friends for lunch,” he says. “Why don’t you come along? My treat, I feel bad about your phone.”

You look him over cautiously. “I don’t even know your name,” you say. 

“My friends call me Roach,” he says with a grin. “But you can call me Gary if you’d rather.” 

“It’s nice to meet you Gary,” you say, giving him your name as well. “Roach is a funny nickname.”

“Yeah, my mates and I used to mess around with fireworks,” Gary explains. “Couple times I didn’t get away fast enough, somehow I didn’t get hurt though. My mates said I was like a roach, just surviving anything.” He chuckles at the memory. “How about that lunch then?”

You think for a moment. Is it really safe to go with a perfect stranger? The band you met on the subway jumps into your mind. They’d been nice enough to stop the train for you and offer you a seat in the full car, perhaps Gary was just as nice.

“Sure, why not?” you say. “Couldn’t hurt.”

Gary grins at you and you can’t help but smile back. There’s just something friendly about him, you just hope his friends are as nice.

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“Roach! You made it!” A familiar voice calling from a booth at the back of the bar shouts out. You turn to see the same group of men you’d met just earlier that day. It’s Kyle that spots you first out of them, that amazing smile crossing his face. “I see you met our new friend.”

You and Gary walk over and you take a seat near the middle of the table, between Kyle and Gary. You look at the latter. “You know, when you said you were meeting friends, I should have guessed this is who you meant,” you say with a giggle. Looking around the table, Johnny and Ghost were sitting at the far end from you, Ghost having just pulled his mask back up to cover his face when he saw you walk over. John was sitting on the other side of Kyle from you, he drank from his beer and smiled at you.

“How’d you get on at your audition, love?” John asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Did’ya get in?”

“Oh uh.. They said I should hear back in a couple days,” you say, fidgeting with your napkin. You still weren’t so sure the instructors had actually meant it though. 

“I see..” John said thoughtfully. 

“Bonnie thing lek ye?” Johnny chimed in from his seat next to Ghost. “They wis probably speechless or summat.” Ghost nudged him in the ribs with a sharp look.

“Audition?” Gary asked, looking at you. “Whatcha tryin’ out for?”

Before you could answer, Kyle wrapped his arm over your shoulder, though he kept his grip light enough that you could slip away if you wanted to. “Ballet, that fancy place,” he said. “Gonna be a real principal dancer one day.”

Your face feels hot at his confidence. “Oh well… I don’t know about all that,” you say nervously. “I mean.. I’d just be happy in the corps de ballet really.” You’re not really certain you’ve got what it takes for a lead role anyway. “How did that recording go anyway?” you ask, trying to change the subject. 

“Fine, if Soap would focus,” John rumbles, shooting the younger man a look. 

“Haud yer wheesht!” Johnny exclaims looking a bit flustered himself. “Aye wis jus’ think’n alood.”

“An’ not staying on beat,” Kyle teased back.

“Oh I’m sorry..” you say, feeling bad for asking now. 

“Dinna fash, leannan,” Johnny laughs. He starts to stand up. “Am gett’n ‘nother round.” He returns a few moments later and slides a bubbly red drink in front of you with one of those little paper umbrellas in it. 

“What is it?” you ask. Johnny only grins and shrugs at you. Despite your better judgment you take a sip, surprised not to taste any alcohol in the cherry flavored drink at all. “Is this a Shirley Temple?” Your surprised reaction makes the table laugh. 

“They’re not a kid Johnny,” Kyle laughs. He looks at you. “Lemme know if you want a real drink.” All you can do is nod quietly in response as you sip your Shirley Temple.

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The Jockification of Jeremy, Part 5: The Conclusion

This is the fifth and final part of the story of Jeremy's jockification. For parts 1-4 and the earlier stories on which this was based, see the earlier posts.

Part 4 is posted here: https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/756750048387366912/the-jockification-of-jeremy-part-4-chase-starts

I stopped outside Coach Sanders’s office. The door was closed, and I knocked. I heard the coach’s voice telling me to come in, so I opened the door. Coach Sanders was sitting behind his desk, and Coach Halvorson, the wrestling coach, was standing next to it. A young dude I’d never seen before, kind of small but with a wiry build, sat in the chair across from the desk. He was wearing a wrestling singlet. I said, “Sorry, Coach, I didn’t know you were busy. I can come back.”

“No, Jeremy, come in, come in! I was just telling Chase here that you could take him to wrestling practice with you. Coach Halvorson is happy to have him join the team.” The young dude I’d never seen before stood up and faced me with a slow grin. It was Chase, but I honestly didn’t recognize him at first. His thick red hair was styled into some kind of flattop, maybe an inch long and spiky on top, with the back and sides fading to stubble. It looked cool on him, but I’d never noticed before how prominent his ears were. That’s probably why he’d always kept his hair long before. That infectious smile and his big ears gave him a charming, slightly goofy look, not at all intimidating. Where someone like James or Derek had a face that said, “You don’t want to mess with me,” Chase’s face was saying, “Hey, bro, I’ll be your friend if you’ll be mine.” His big, wide open, blue eyes smiled at me under heavy eyebrows, and red stubble spread across his cheeks, chin, and upper lip. With his sharper features, he looked older: definitely a young man despite his small stature. He did seem slightly taller, and while his muscles were still not very developed – for now – he was noticeably toned. The singlet fit him snugly and framed a massive package, the sight of which sent my cock straining in my shorts. A scattering of soft chest hairs peeked tantalizingly above the U-neck of the singlet. He radiated a sexy confidence that seemed easy-going more than cocky. I was blown away. He was unbelievably attractive to me, so much so that I felt a pang of fear: what if this incredibly hot bro didn’t love me anymore?

“Chase, baby, are you feeling better now? I’ve been so worried about you!”

“Bro, I feel fucking awesome now!” he said in a sexy bro voice, deeper than ever. That new grin of his got even wider. “But I’ve missed you, babe. I guess Coach and I got to talking about me going out for wrestling and I lost track of time. I made the team, Jeremy. What do you think?”

“I think you’re unbelievably hot in that singlet is what I think. You’re sure you feel okay?”

A confused look dimmed his smile for a moment. “I told you, bro, I feel great, but, like, today’s a total blank. Did I pass out or something? I don’t even remember coming to school. I guess that’s why I feel a little disoriented or whatever. Babe, could you, like, help me make sure I’ve got all of my assignments and shit – uh, sorry about the language, Coach, don’t know why I’m cursing so much today – so the teachers don’t get on my ass and get me in trouble with the team.”

“Yeah, sure, babe,” I said. “I’ll take care of you.”

Chase and I headed to wrestling practice then. It was surreal. Not only did he seem to know exactly what to do on the mat, he was joking and joshing around with the other bros as if he’d been doing it all his life. After practice, we hit the weight room. Then, once we’d showered, Chase dressed himself in the outfit he found in his locker: compression shorts, loose basketball shorts, T-shirt, sweatshirt, socks, and gym shoes. I’d never seen the clothes before and neither had he. There was no sign of what he’d worn to school, but Chase didn’t question that or seem fazed in the least. Once he was dressed, Chase made a convincing jock, even if everything about him except his package was still on the small side. I had just finished dressing when James lumbered up and looked both of us up and down slowly, his expression unreadable other than the slightest of smirks. Whatever he was thinking, all he said was, “Hey, if you bros want to watch the game tonight, Tyler, Derek, Zach, and a few others are coming over to Steve’s place.”

“Excellent, bro, sounds like a plan,” said Chase. “Catch you there!”

After the game, Zach and I and a few other bros walked him back to my house. I had already set it up that Chase would spend the night at my place. I hadn’t forgotten what James had told me, and I wanted to make sure that Chase adjusted to his new life as easily as possible. After we’d said good-bye to Zach and the others and had gone up to my room, I asked him again how he was feeling.

“Mostly pretty awesome, dude,” he said. “But I still feel a little off, somehow, you know? Not quite myself. And I feel like a total dumbass about today, bro. I mean, obviously I went to school, but I just don’t remember anything before wrestling practice. What the fuck happened to me?”

“Well, babe, you weren’t feeling well when we got to school, so I took you to Coach Sanders’s office to ask him if you could lie down on that couch he’s got, you know, in that little room off the main locker room.”

“Oh, yeah, bro,” he said. “I remember now. I think he put on some video or something. I must have been pretty out of it, because I don’t remember anything after that. Glad I didn’t miss practice, though. That would have been bummer. I don’t want to get kicked off the team. I barely made it as it is, being this small.”

“Yeah, but you’re a strong little dude. You were cleaning up on the mat, bro, and you’ll be buffing out a lot more soon, don’t worry. Besides, you’re fucking hot, and you’re only going to get hotter. And now that I finally have you alone, I know something that’ll make you feel better. At least, it always has before,” I said with a wicked grin as I started to kiss him.

Chase had always been passionate; now he was practically insatiable. After an orgasm so intense I literally couldn’t see, Chase finally came himself and started to calm down. But what he said at this point took me completely by surprise.

“I needed that badly, I think,” he said. “Whoa, that’s different.”

“What’s different, baby?” I asked.

“My brain, bro. That really, like, slowed it down. I don’t feel weird or off now at all. I feel, like, calm. At peace. And –” he said, with that goofy new grin of his spread from big ear to big ear, “I’m a total jock now, bro. Whoa. It’s actually hard to remember that I wasn’t always a jock. Fuck. I had no idea how annoying I used to be. But I was different. Somehow you made me like this, didn’t you, Jeremy? It’s okay to tell me, you know. You’re my best bro, you’re my boyfriend, I love you, and you’re absolutely fucking hot. But I want to know what happened.”

“Chase, babe, are you sure you feel okay?”

“Yeah, Jeremy, I feel awesome. I told you that. Now quit putting me off and tell me what happened before I try to fucking beat the shit out of you. I know you’re bigger than I am and I’d probably lose, but I still want to know.”

“Okay, babe, I’ll try, but you have to realize it’s hard for me to remember everything myself now. You know how you can’t remember much of today? I’ve got the same problem. You see, when I started to change, you know, I didn’t realize what was happening to me. And once I had changed, I was, well, apparently, I was kind of – catching – you know? So, when you and I started to make out, you started to change, too. You have to believe me, Chase, I didn’t know that was going to happen. I loved you then and I love you now, and I never wanted to hurt you. But once I could see that you were changing the way I had, there wasn’t anything I else I could do but try to help you through it, somehow. And today,” I continued, starting to sob, “Today, you needed more help than I could give you, so I took you to the coach, and he took care of you, you know, so that you’d be okay, but I was so worried about you I could hardly make it through the day. And now you’re so hot and sexy, and I’m so happy, you know, for you and for us, but I still feel I did you wrong somehow. And I feel awful about that.”

Chase didn’t say anything, but he hugged me and held me close while I finished crying. Then he put his hand on my tear-streaked face and looked me in the eyes.

“Jeremy, babe, don’t be sad. I’m glad you told me. I love you, too. I know you could never mean to hurt me. I know I’m different now than I was, but it’s okay. I love it, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. And think about it, bro: it’s better for both of us to be jocks, anyway. It was kind of hard on me, I think, being your boyfriend before, when you were a jock and I wasn’t. Especially when we were around the other bros. Now that problem’s solved. But dude, am I going to be a fucking moron now?”

“Not all jocks are dumb, you know, babe. But the answer is I don’t know. You don’t seem any dumber to me. Do you feel dumber?”

“I don’t know yet,” Chase sighed. “Maybe not, but here’s the deal: if I do turn out dumb, it serves me right for thinking all jocks are dumb in the first place. Anyway, it’ll be okay. I’m happy. That’s what counts.”

“Honestly, babe, I don’t think you could be too dumb if you can still talk like that. But if you do turn out to be a moron, bro, you’ll be the sexiest moron at school. And I’ll use every brain cell I’ve got left to help you with your homework, I promise.”

“Talk about the blind leading the blind, bro,” he said, that grin of his wider than ever. “Sorry, bro, I’m just pulling your chain. It would be a fucking honor to be helped by the sexiest dumb jock at school, even if you give me all the wrong answers. But enough of that shit. Ready for another round, sexy?”

“Geez, Chase, I’m still worn out from the last one. But if you insist.”

“Yeah, bro, we’ve got to work on your endurance training. We’re going to be doing a lot more of this, just so you know.”

“I guess I’ll just have to get in better shape, then, Coach. Where do you want me?”

“Right where you are will do just fine,” Chase said. “Now drop and give me, well, let’s just say keep going until I tell you to stop. If I tell you to stop.”

The next day began the best part of my life so far. Chase and I became the second out gay jock couple, and every day we continued to grow stronger, both physically and in our love for each other. Chase still isn’t very tall; about a month after his transformation, he stood about 5’9”, just a bit shorter than James, but he’s turning into one sexy hunk of muscle. As for me, I’ve topped out for now at about 6’3”, an inch taller than Steve, but not as tall as some of the other bros on the basketball team. I couldn’t imagine my life any better: I had my bros, workouts, basketball, wrestling, and, best of all, the sexiest boyfriend I could imagine. I loved Chase’s sexy new body.  I loved his equally sexy new personality, too, although I’ll admit it took some getting used to. Chase and I had been best friends since we were kids, but honestly, the old Chase could be a bit of a jerk, and he didn’t have many friends. Well, whatever Coach did for him (or to him), he’s an absolute sweetheart now. And he's everyone’s friend, and everyone loves him, even the nerds and the geeks.

James did ask Chase if he remembered anything of Coach’s video, but Chase barely remembers that there was a video, so James’s research won’t get any help there. It’s too bad. I’d like us to help James. Knowing him a little better now, I know he’s not really as mean as he looks; it’s hard for a hulking football jock like him not to look intimidating. But he clearly likes to be intimidating. He could soften his look a little if he wanted to, but he keeps that thick, dark hair of his buzzed so short that he’s practically bald. He must cut it himself, unless Steve does it, or he’d be at the barber’s every week. And his personality is as intimidating as his looks. He can sound like a total bro one moment and like a teacher the next, although he almost never shows his smart side in front of the other bros. I’m always surprised that Tyler’s his best friend, since Tyler seems like a more typical jock, and a little dense to boot. I guess they both used to be pretty different, but I don’t know much about that. None of the bros who used to be different want to talk about it. I get that; I don’t want to talk about myself, either, so I’d be the last dude to go to James and say, “Hey, bro, so what were you and Tyler like when you used to be nerds?” It’s so not going to happen. I can just imagine the look James would give me. See, while all of the bros can do some version of the one-eyebrow-raised, cocky jock smirk and the shit-eating grin, James can also fix you with an utterly dead stare that makes you want to back up in a hurry. He can smile, and he’s cute when he does, but about the only time you see him smile is when he’s with Steve. Then it totally lights up his face. He and Steve clearly love each other ton; it’s obvious when you see them together.

Chase and I love each other every bit as much, which is amazing considering how much we’ve both changed. I’ll be honest, Chase does seem a bit dumber than he was before, but he’s so sweet, and if he messes up in class, he’s so cool about it that people laugh with him rather than at him. I think he could do better, but he doesn’t seem to want to. One time when I asked him about missing some obvious question in class, he said, “Look, bro. I don’t remember too much about what I was like before, and I don’t like to, because I know I didn’t like myself much. I like who I am now a ton better. I probably could work a little harder, but I don’t want to, well, be a jerk again. I’m like, atoning, you know? If people want to think I’m a dumbass, what I think is that I was more of a dumbass when I acted smarter, if you follow me. Besides, our bro James loves to help me with my homework. Gives him some exercise for that big brain of his. I’m doing both of us a favor; he always holds back in front of the other bros, so he doesn’t come off like a know-it-all. Don’t worry about it, babe. Everything’s fine.”

“Knowing you, babe,” I said, “I hope you don’t, like, pretend not to get something just to make James work harder.”

“Of course I do, bro! He needs the conditioning. How’s he going to get better at tutoring dumbasses if I don’t train him for it?”

“Have I told you today how fucking cute you are?”

“Maybe,” Chase said. “I don’t remember. But you can tell me again.”

“Okay, you are too fucking cute! Just don’t let James figure out what you’re doing.”

“Come on, bro! He knows exactly what I’m doing. It’s our thing. Someone’s got to mess with that boy. He’s so big no one else dares to. The only bros that could stand up to him are Derek and Tyler, and they’re not going to do it, but you know me, right? Someone’s got to try.”

“You are something else, babe. Truly something else.”

“Hey, Jeremy, I just think that life’s fun, and everyone should be enjoying it.”

“Well put, babe. No wonder you’re so happy.”

“By the way, babe,” Chase said. “You ever notice that fancy chess set Steve’s got in his bedroom?”

“Yeah, but what were you doing in his bedroom?”

“I was doing homework, bro. That’s where James helps me with my homework. There’s more room there than at his place. Anyway, I saw the set and thought I’d challenge Steve to a game.”

“Seriously? What’d Steve say?”

“He kind of stared at me and said, ‘Bro, I don’t know about that. I really don’t do any of that nerd shit anymore. I mean, dude, I haven’t fucking played chess since…’

“And then James broke in and said, ‘Since you joined the football team, you mean. You know, bros, it’d be an interesting experiment. Go ahead, Steve-o. Try it for me. Let’s see what happens.’”

“And what happened?”

“So, Steve grabbed the set and mumbled something about only doing it because James wanted him to. And then he stood there for a minute looking puzzled before he set up the board, and we started playing.”

“And then?”

“Oh, he creamed me, babe. I always did stink at chess. But I wish you could have seen it: Steve sitting there playing chess in a backwards baseball cap, basketball shorts, and a tank top showing all his muscles, bouncing one hairy leg up and down the whole time with his size 15 feet. We should do that at school sometime. It’d blow the nerds’ minds. I don’t know if it’ll happen, though.”

“Why, babe?”

“Well, he seemed restless, and when we finished the game, James asked him what it was like, and Steve said, ‘It’s weird, Jimbo. It feels super strange. I still know how to play and all, and it was okay, but it just seems boring. It was really hard to sit still and remember what I was doing.’

“And James stood there with one of those blank looks he gets, making some notes, and then he said something like ‘Thanks for trying for me, Steve-o. I can’t believe I never asked, but why’d you keep the set?’

“And Steve said, ‘Mom and Dad gave it to me, bro. That’s one reason. But the real reason is the same reason you keep your old comic books.’

“And James said, ‘I get it, Steve-o. They bore me, too, but I can’t get rid of them. Not yet.’”

“Wow, babe,” I said, “There is a lot going on with those two, isn’t there?”

“They are intense, bro!” Chase said. “And they’re a little scary. But the pet names, that’s just fucking cute and still totally dudebro. And they are so completely into each other, just as much as you and I are. Makes me wonder, babe, speaking of Steve’s bedroom, how you ever got them to make out with you. They don’t seem like the type to want a three-way.”

“What the fuck?” My mouth gaped open in shock. “Did James and Steve tell you about that?”

“No, babe. They never said a word. Those two know how to keep secrets, unlike you.” Chase was grinning from big ear to big ear. “I knew the whole time, you lunkhead, from the beginning! After all, babe, isn’t that how this whole story started?”

I sat down, absolutely flabbergasted. “You knew the whole time?”

“Honestly, babe, for someone who’s not all that dumb you can be pretty clueless. I had a huge crush on you, but you kept drooling over the jocks. It hurt, Jeremy. I can’t say it didn’t. But that’s all over now, babe, and if you’re still feeling guilty, you know, over making out with them, don’t be, okay.”

“Chase, baby, I am so, so sorry! Everything that happened is totally my fault. I’ve really been a jerk, haven’t I?”

“Jeremy, it was not totally your fault. Let it go. Sure, you were thinking with your dong, dude, but so was I. You couldn’t have known what would happen.”

“But you had to go through, well, you know, everything, just because of me!”

“Jeremy, babe, there you’re wrong. Completely. I chose to go through everything because of you.”

Chase sat down beside me, still smiling, looking me right in the eyes. My mouth was open so wide my jaw should have been sitting on the floor. I said, “You mean, you knew everything – all along?”

“Oh, bro, not exactly that way, no. At first, I thought you were just going through a phase or something, just trying to be more like Steve and James because you were attracted to them. Then you started really changing, and suddenly you were a jock, like overnight. That’s when I knew something was up. But you’d turned into your own wet dream, and how could I compete with that? So yeah, bro, I avoided you for a while. But when you told me you loved me, I was so happy, because you were all I ever wanted. But I was unhappy, too, babe, because I knew it was going to be hard if I wasn’t a jock, too. I knew right then that I was going to have to join you. And that was hard, too, babe.”

“Then you knew, like, when we made out the first time?”

“Well, bro, I wasn’t sure exactly what had happened to you, but I knew you’d changed after being with Steve and James. I was absolutely going to make out with you no matter what, so I figured I would see if I started noticing any changes afterwards. If not, I was going to go to Steve and James and beg them to help me. But it was obvious the next day that I was already starting to change. I could feel it. But of course, I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, and I won’t say it was easy, babe, but I was beyond happy, because I knew I was turning into your wet dream at last.”

“Oh, babe, I just – I can’t believe you did all that just for me.”

“Thanks, babe. It means a ton. And I did do it for you, but I did it for me, too. I got what I wanted, after all: you.”

“And you’re still happy?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely! I love being a jock! It’s funny, bro, I wanted to be a jock just to turn you on, but I never dreamed I’d actually like it. What a dumbass I was! I thought, ‘It’ll be okay as long as Jeremy loves me.’ It’s so much better than okay, dude. You should have told me. And what’s even funnier is that I’m a much better person. I thought I’d turn into some dumb brute, but I’m actually popular. People fucking like me, dude! And what’s more important, I like them, and I like myself, too. And, let’s face it, bro, I was kind of mean little bitch before. So, Jeremy, my love, if you are still feeling sorry for yourself or bad for me, don’t. Just don’t. You have nothing to regret, and I certainly don’t, either. I can’t imagine my life being any better.”

It almost goes without saying, bros, but Chase and I had an amazing marathon make-out session after that conversation. Until then, I hadn’t realized how much my guilt at not being honest with Chase had been hanging over our relationship and preventing me from fully enjoying my new life. And that brings us almost to the end of my story, at least for now. There’s just one odd thing I should report. Remember that nerd Ben from my European History class? I’d kind of forgotten about him and how he was a jerk to me in class the day I’d brought Chase to Coach Sanders. I had more important stuff to think about than Ben; I’d kind of forgotten about him entirely. But today in class, I noticed him acting really strange. For one, he was way quieter than usual, hardly saying a word. I thought at first he was just avoiding me, which he had good reason to do, but then I noticed he was avoiding everyone, even that friend of his, Devin or whatever his name is. Devin kept asking him what was wrong, but Ben wasn’t telling him. And clearly something was wrong. He looked pale and sweaty, and his eyes looked hollow, too, as if he hadn’t slept much. The other weird thing is that he was wearing sweatpants to school, which I’d never seen him do before. Wherever he got them from, they could use a good wash, because they’re kind of giving off a funky locker-room reek. Obviously, I’m pretty used to jock smell, so this has got to be pretty strong for me to notice it, right? Maybe he’s got a jock brother away at college and borrowed his unwashed sweatpants for some reason. But that’s just strange, and it doesn’t make any sense. He doesn’t look comfortable walking in them, either; he’s doing this weird kind of shuffle and sway that looks super awkward. I have no idea what could be going on, but the whole thing reminded me that Derek had said something that day about talking to the coach about Ben. Well, whatever Derek had in mind, I’m going to tell him to lay off. The way that Ben dude is moping around, something major is going on in his life. He clearly doesn’t need any more stress on my account. I mean, I know he’s a nerd, but now I kind of feel sorry for the little bro.

(For the sequel, click here: https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/778798866864717824/the-last-cupbearer-part-i-chase-tells-a-story)

[full-sunnies]

Of Flowers and Fish (Part 1/2)

Pairing: flower shop owner!Soobin x siren!Reader

Genre: fluff, crack, angst

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: You didn't know it was possible to fall in love with someone human.

Warnings: one mention of vore, portrayal of sirens might not be accurate to mythology, some cliche lines, author uses the story to project on her own issues, pls tell me if i missed smth

Notes: afab reader, short reader (although only mentioned once), reader has long hair and shark teeth, story takes place in the province, i apologize in advance if some of the scenes are weird they were just way funnier in my head 😭

Part 2

For Duckie, whose moments I will treasure forever. And for Luna, who asked to be a part of the story OSNFJDKSK.

Cutting flowers, arranging them artfully, jotting down finances, repeat. It was clear Soobin loved his work, even with its daily repetition. How could anyone not feel happy surrounded by these sweet-smelling pretty things and basking in the gentle warmth of the morning sun? Watching customers breathe in the flowers’ fragrance with bliss or light up with joy as they received their bouquets brought him a unique sense of fulfillment no other job could give.

Soobin’s little boutique was an instant hit. On his first day, he sold out of flowers within just two hours. It was a lesson learned. Afterward, he stocked up on more flowers and hired Beomgyu, an additional hand.

It was another busy day for them in the shop. Running around all day with custom bouquets in their hands, politely answering the flocks of girls that would coquettishly giggle at them—it was a lot to do even for young men like them. Who would have guessed so many flowers could sell in such a small area?

Soobin sighed as he flipped the sign on the shop’s door to “Closed.” He had let Beomgyu leave early, feeling sorry for him after being swarmed all day. Though Beomgyu initially protested, Soobin insisted he could handle closing up on his own. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time. 5:53 PM. The sun usually sets around this time of the year.

I really am lucky to have a view like this for work, he thought to himself as he looked over the rocky shore where his little boutique resided.

Wait. Why is there a girl sitting in the open ocean at this time? And on that sharp ass rock?

He squinted at the girl as he closed the shop, going down to the sea afterwards to take a closer look.

What the fuck does she think she’s doing?

Maybe she’s having an emo moment, his mind replied.

Should I just leave her be then? He stopped walking.

What? No! And if she dies of hypothermia? What will you do then?

Drawn by the sound of the girl’s singing, Soobin found himself moving closer, unable to resist. It was as if he had become a puppet, helplessly pulled toward its master. His thoughts blurred as he waded into the sea, his clothes clinging to his skin as the icy water rose to his chest. His hydrophobia screamed for him to stop, and the cold sent shivers through his body, but he couldn’t fight the compulsion to reach the source of that angelic voice.

When he finally reached the rock, he saw her. The creature behind the enchanting melody. The one with the long, majestic hair and a face that was probably even more beautiful.

You.

You stopped humming and turned, sensing someone behind you. Soobin froze when your eyes met. You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, so why were alarm bells going off in his head?

Despite the unease creeping up his spine, he took a hesitant step closer as you silently observed him.

And smiled.

His eyes widened in shock as he noticed your sharp, spiky teeth.

What the actual fuck is THAT? What kind of dentist allowed this monstrosity? Leaving ASAP. Don’t care how pretty she is. She’s probably insane.

But it was the sight of your tail that really did it. Without another thought, Soobin spun on his heels and bolted for the shore. Which was kinda stupid. He never had a chance of outrunning you.

Effortlessly, you leaped off your rock and caught him, spinning him around as he flailed wildly in your grasp. The sight of a grown man squealing, gasping, and thrashing, all while being held firmly by a small girl like you, was nothing short of comical. Hilarious, even.

“You scream like a little girl,” you teased.

“And you… talk like a… human?” Soobin panted.

Both of you froze for a moment, confusion hanging in the air. Soobin’s fear of the water momentarily evaporated, replaced by sheer bewilderment.

“Well, yeah,” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “How else am I supposed to lure people to their deaths if I can’t talk?”

“With your voice? I don’t know! I wasn’t expecting a conversation with my would-be killer!” Soobin exclaimed. His eyes widened as he tried to take a step back. “Wait, are you going to eat me?”

You tilted your head, intrigued by the nervous boy standing before you. “You know what?” you said, grinning. “You’re pretty cute. I’m keeping you.”

“In a cage?” Soobin stammered, his face pale. “Please don’t,” he pleaded, his voice rising in panic. “I have friends… and a loving family… and hopes and dreams!”

Your grin widened as you pulled him closer, letting your sharp teeth flash in front of his face. He flailed helplessly, his long limbs flopping like a fish trying to escape.

“I still have my whole life ahead of me!” he cried desperately. “I haven’t even lost my virginity yet!” His voice cracked dramatically at the end, making you burst into laughter.

The sound of your laughter was so magnificent, so mesmerizing, that Soobin momentarily forgot the peril he was in. He could die right now and he would've still been grateful that he was even able to hear a sound as awe-inspiring as your voice.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, finally catching your breath. “I wasn’t going to keep you in a cage, dumbass. I meant I was going to keep you alive.”

“Oh.” Soobin blinked, relief washing over his face as he clutched his chest. “Oh, thank God.”

I wouldn’t have minded if she ate me out, though, Soobin thought before his brain betrayed him.

Pervert, his inner voice snapped. You’re literally admitting you’re into vore.

She‘s stunning! How the hell am I supposed to react?!

Simp.

“Look, I need to go,” you interrupted his spiraling thoughts, gripping his collar tightly. “I’m hungry, and I need to find something to eat. Don’t you dare tell anyone about me,” you hissed, your voice dangerously low. “Understood?”

“U-Understood!” Soobin nodded so hard he almost gave himself whiplash. “I’ll keep this a secret! I swear on my life!”

“Good.”

You let go of him with a small smile, turning to leave. But before you could disappear back into the water, his voice stopped you.

“Wait!”

You paused, glancing back.

“W-Will we see each other again?” His voice was shaky but sincere.

The question caught you off guard. Why would he even want to see you again? You didn’t know how to respond, so instead, you dove back into the sea, vanishing without another word.

By the time your conversation ended, the sun had set, leaving the water inky black. Yet as Soobin trudged back to shore, he strangely felt no fear, knowing that you were somewhere there in the sea with him.

Soobin didn’t visit the shore for an entire week, but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing at it during every free moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Little did he know, you were doing the same—lingering just beneath the surface, wishing he’d come back as you (obviously) couldn’t go on land. Neither of you fully understood why, but the urge to see the other again gnawed at you both.

Soobin found himself daydreaming about your unexpected kindness, while you pondered why you’d decided to spare him. What made him so special? Was it his wimpy demeanor that screamed harmlessness? Or was it the way his eyes sparkled with hope when he asked if you’d meet again?

Eventually, impatience got the better of you. One evening, as the sun painted the horizon gold, you swam closer to the shore, letting your tail breach the water’s surface in a playful display. It didn’t take long for Soobin to spot the shimmering movement. His heart leapt as he immediately ran to his shop to arrange a bouquet for you.

In his rush, he grabbed every flower in sight but quickly panicked. What if she doesn’t even like flowers? He wanted to give you something while not being overwhelming. As he darted around the shop, his eyes landed on a cluster of daisies in the corner.

Perfect.

He plucked the liveliest daisy from the bunch and bolted down to the beach, barely noticing the seawater soaking his clothes and shoes. Seeing you perched near the waves, watching the sunset, made every step worth it.

You turned at the sound of his approach but stayed still, so Soobin decided to take the initiative. It was only his second time seeing you, but he already felt like the main character running in slow motion towards his lover with the sunset in the background. He bravely marched towards you and put on his rizz face, combing his hair back thinking to himself that he was the hot shit—

He tripped on a stray rock and fell down face first. 

The water was barely up to his waist, but he was already drowning. 

And you were at the side, biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh as you looked on, but it was no use. Watching this grown man nearly dying in water he could easily stand in, all while trying to recover his “cool” facade, was too much. You took pity on him a minute after, helping him stand upright again. He coughed and sputtered, pounding his chest to expel the last of the water, all while avoiding your gaze out of sheer shame.

When he finally composed himself, he smoothed his hair back again, as if nothing had happened. “Come on,” he said, motioning to the shallows. “Let’s sit for a while.”

You stared at him, absolutely baffled by his ability to act like the most humiliating moment of his life hadn’t just occurred, but you followed him anyway.

“I brought something for you,” he said when you both settled down.

He presented an object you didn’t recognize. His eyes were signaling for you to take it, so you clasped it as gently as you could and tilted your head in curiosity.

“What's this?”

“A flower.”

“A flounder?”

“No, a flower.”

“… Flower,” you said slowly, rolling the unfamiliar word over your tongue as if savoring it. Despite your long life, you’d never encountered a flower before. You turned it this way and that, marveling at its delicate form, though you weren’t quite sure what to do with it.

And so without any hesitation, you bit off a few petals.

Soobin’s eyes widened, and he stuttered, trying to form words. But the shock of what he just witnessed left him speechless.

You spat the petals out immediately, your face twisting in disgust. “Tastes like shit.”

“You’re not supposed to eat it,” Soobin said, his voice high with disbelief.

“I wasn’t?” Now it was your turn to feel embarrassed.

“No! You’re only supposed to smell it… or look at it.”

“Oh.”

A long, awkward silence fell between you as you both stared at what remained of the poor daisy. The chewed petals, now flaccid from the seawater, floated pitifully between you.

Soobin cleared his throat, desperate to break the tension. “There are, uh, lots of different flowers,” he said, grasping for a distraction. “Each one has its own meaning.”

“What does this one mean?” you asked, holding up the mangled stem.

“This flower is called a daisy. It represents purity and innocence, but in some parts of the world, it also means…” He trailed off, his ears burning bright red.

“It means?” you prompted, curiosity gleaming in your eyes.

“First love,” he mumbled, barely audible.

“Oh.” You tilted your head, your expression thoughtful. “I wonder what that feels like.”

Soobin blinked, turning to you in surprise. “You’ve never fallen in love before?”

You shook your head, and for some reason, his heart sank. Did that mean you’d never felt the thrill of butterflies in your stomach? Could creatures like you even feel love, or had you simply chosen solitude?

The thought of either option made Soobin’s chest ache in a way he didn’t quite understand.

“It looked pretty though,” you said, your voice soft with regret. “At least before I massacred it.”

A surge of excitement rushed through him at the thought of you liking his gift, even if it didn’t survive. Soobin straightened up, eager to offer something more. “I own a flower shop nearby. I can get you another one if you like it.”

You smiled sadly and shook your head. “I can’t keep it or it’ll just wilt in the ocean.” You gestured at the petals you had spat out as an example.

“I can always give you another one when you come back. That way, you can keep it for as long as possible.”

Your eyes lit up, and the childlike innocence in them made Soobin’s heart skip a beat. “You’d do that for me?”

Soobin felt his chest tighten as he gazed into your eyes. 

Maybe it’s too soon to say this, but I think I’d do anything for you.

But he never says those words out loud. Instead, he swallowed hard, pushing the thought aside, and nodded. “Of course. It’s easy to do.”

“Thank you.”

Soobin hated eye contact, but he couldn’t look away as you smiled at him. 

She’s actually kinda cute… As long as you cover those nasty-ass teeth, he thought.

“So, you’re not gonna eat me?” he joked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

“No,” you replied, eyes narrowing playfully. “But I’ll have to kill you.”

Soobin froze, his heart racing. He scanned the area frantically, trying to find an escape route, but before he could make a move, you poked him lightly.

The sudden contact sent him tumbling backwards into the water. He scrambled to his feet, his pulse pounding before a surge of defiance took over him. With unexpected force, he splashed seawater at you in an attempt to defend himself.

For a breathless moment, you both locked eyes across the shimmering divide of water, as he finally realized you had been messing with him all along.

And slowly, the tension between you two ebbed away, like the tide retreating from the shore.

The two of you didn’t cross paths again for another week. It wasn’t because of busyness, but rather a mutual shyness that kept you apart. Both of you, silently wanting to see each other, but unsure of how to make the first move.

One evening, as Soobin and Beomgyu were closing up the shop, Soobin suddenly spoke up.

“Gyu,” Soobin said, stuffing some of the shop’s things into his bag. “Do you think sirens exist?”

Beomgyu looked up in confusion. “You mean the ones in the water?”

“Yeah.”

Beomgyu chuckled. “You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theories. You should get out more. You know, touch some grass, hug a tree… Maybe get a girlfriend instead of staying locked in your room playing League.” He slapped Soobin on the back with a grin.

Soobin was taken aback, his thoughts momentarily clouded. “You’ll never know. The ocean is so deep, we haven’t even—” His words trailed off as his eyes caught sight of you waving at him from the shore.

He quickly turned to Beomgyu. “You can leave early. I’ll close up by myself.”

Beomgyu whined but was quickly pushed out of the shop, still protesting as Soobin hurried to get ready.

Is she crazy? How does she expect her existence to be kept a secret if she just exposes herself like that? Soobin thought, his heart racing as he jogged down to the shore, making sure no one else was around. The sun bathed you in a golden glow, casting a halo around your figure that made you look like a goddess from another realm. The sight left him breathless, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty you radiated.

He took a deep breath and, gathering all his courage, sat down beside you.

You blushed slightly at the sight of him, then grinned. “Since you gave me a flower last time, I thought I’d give you a fish.”

Soobin’s eyes widened in curiosity. 

What is she giving me? Alaskan salmon? Bluefin tuna? King crab? Glass eel?

Before he could make sense of it, he screamed as you tossed a clownfish onto a rock.

“Ahh! What did you do to poor Nemo?!” Soobin exclaimed, staring at the poor fish flapping around in distress.

“Nemo? I thought people called it a clownfish,” you said, a bit puzzled.

The fish struggled for a few moments, then went still. You tossed the dead fish back into the sea as Soobin gaped, unable to process the absurdity of the situation. You shrugged, unbothered. “It’ll be eaten up by the other fish anyway.”

Soobin stared at the fish carcass as it sank, feeling a strange sense of disbelief.

“So why did you call it Nemo?” you asked, turning to him.

He blinked, then explained the plot of Finding Nemo to you. You listened with amusement, teasing him when you realized how absurd it was to name a fish “Nemo” when it wasn’t even alive anymore. “But you’re right, though. It kinda looks like him. And you too. Flapping around like you did when we first met,” you teased.

Soobin flushed at the memory. He had acted like a complete fool when you caught him earlier.

The conversation eventually turned more serious as the hours passed by. You told Soobin about how sirens were often poached by hunters for their scales, and how, because of that, sirens despised humans with all their hearts. Soobin listened quietly, realizing how much history you had with humans—tragic, unfair, and full of pain.

In return, Soobin tried to explain concepts like capitalism, cars, the alphabet—but every time he saw your brow furrow in confusion, he would quickly switch back to discussing flowers to simplify things. He didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much information.

It felt so easy with you, even when the topics were strange. With each exchange, he found himself more captivated, not just by your otherworldly beauty, but by the unexpected connection that was growing between you.

You two never stopped learning about each other’s worlds. One lazy afternoon, Soobin showed up at the shore with a determined look on his face and a giant bag slung over his shoulder.

“What’s that?” you asked, eyeing the bag suspiciously.

“Supplies,” he said cryptically, dropping the bag onto the sand with a loud thud.

“…Supplies for what?”

“I’m teaching you how to play volleyball!”

You blinked, completely thrown off. “What the hell is volleyball?”

He gasped, clutching his chest like you had just personally insulted him. “You don’t know volleyball? What do you sirens even do all day?”

“Um… not throw things at each other for fun?” you retorted.

“Well, you’re missing out,” he said, pulling out a battered volleyball and a makeshift net. “Today’s your lucky day. Coach Soobin is here to teach you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Coach Soobin? You can barely walk without tripping over yourself.”

“Rude,” he said, as he struggled to set up the net between two rocks. The net was lopsided and sagging by the time he finished, but he stood back proudly like it was a masterpiece. “Okay, we’re ready.”

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “And how am I supposed to play this… whatever-ball game? I don’t even have legs.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” he said confidently. Then, with absolutely no warning, he chucked the volleyball straight at you.

It smacked into your face with a loud thwack.

You sat there in stunned silence, the ball floating beside you, while Soobin froze, his eyes wide with horror.

“…Did you just throw that at my face?” you asked slowly, your voice dangerously calm.

“I-I didn’t mean to! I thought you’d catch it!” he stammered, backing away.

“With what, Soobin? My fins?”

“Oh, right,” he mumbled, looking genuinely apologetic now.

You stared at him for a moment, then grabbed the volleyball and hurled it back at him with all the strength you could muster. It hit him square in the chest, and he stumbled backward, landing flat on his back in the sand.

“Ow!” he groaned, clutching his chest. “Okay, okay, I deserved that.”

“You deserved worse,” you said, smirking. “Maybe I should summon a shark to help me ‘practice.’”

“Please don’t,” he begged, sitting up and brushing sand out of his hair.

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but laugh at how pathetic he looked, sprawled in the sand like a defeated crab. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”

“Hopelessly charming,” he said with a weak grin.

“You’re lucky I don’t drag you into the ocean and leave you there.”

“You won’t,” he said, grinning wider now. “Because deep down, you like spending time with me.”

You rolled your eyes but deep inside you knew you couldn’t deny it. “You’re ridiculous, Soobin.”

“Well… yes, but at least I’m good at volleyball,” he said, puffing out his chest like he hadn’t just been floored by your throw.

You laughed again, shaking your head. “Fine, ‘Coach Soobin.’ Teach me your stupid game. But if you hit me in the face again, I’m turning you into shark bait.”

“Deal,” he said quickly, grabbing the ball and grinning like a kid who had just won a prize.

That day was a disaster. He tripped over the net, fell into the water at least three times, and nearly knocked himself out with his own serve. But by the end of it, both of you were laughing so hard that your sides hurt, and for a little while, the rest of the world didn’t matter.

The next few times Soobin made his way down to the shore, he didn’t expect the feeling of nervous anticipation that gripped him. It had become a habit now, sneaking out after closing the shop, eager to see you again, with each meeting always full of new surprises.

But today, you weren’t at your usual spot.

He waited, heart pounding as the minutes stretched by. He almost thought of leaving, convinced something must have happened, when a soft voice called out to him.

“Soobin.”

He turned, and there you were, sitting by the rocks just beyond the shore, your eyes gleaming with something that felt almost… mysterious. You held out your hand to him, a gesture that tugged at his curiosity.

“Follow me,” you said, voice quiet, yet full of something more. Something deeper.

Soobin hesitated for a brief moment, wondering what you had in mind, but without another thought, he waded in after you. You held his hand as you led him past the usual spots—past the rocks he’d become so familiar with, past the small grove of trees he thought he knew so well. Your movements were graceful, as though you were the ocean itself, and Soobin followed closely behind, his heart racing in anticipation.

After what felt like a while, you stopped, signaling for him to come closer. He reached you as you glided toward a narrow passage between the cliffs, the rocks towering high above you. It was easy to miss this path unless you knew where to look, and Soobin realized with a sudden breath of awe that he had discovered something truly secret—a sanctuary only you knew.

The narrow passage led to a cove, a secluded little inlet surrounded by jagged rocks, where the ocean stretched out in front of them. The water here was a soft, transparent blue, and the rocks lining the shore were smooth, almost sculpted. The scene before him felt like a dream, a hidden paradise where only you and the ocean seemed to exist.

“Soobin, this place is special,” you said softly as you sat down on one of the smooth rocks. “I come here when I need to think, when I want to be alone. But…” You hesitated before looking at him, your expression unreadable. “I wanted to share it with you.”

Soobin felt a mix of awe and gratitude flood through him. To him, this was more than just a secret spot; it was a part of you, a side of you that you were finally allowing him to see. He sat beside you on the smooth rocks, the weight of the gesture not lost on him. The silence was peaceful, comforting, like this space was made just for the two of you.

From that day on, Soobin made it a point to visit the cove every evening after closing the shop. At first, it was only once a week, then twice. But it quickly became a routine, and before long, it was every day. He couldn’t stay away. The cove had become his place too—a place where you two could be yourselves without any of the outside world’s noise. Each day, the moments you shared there grew more special, more intimate. Everyday, he’d give you a new kind of flower to take home. You’d splash water at each other, tell stories, and laugh at the little things. Sometimes, you’d sit together in silence, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of pink and orange, the world seemingly stopping around you.

As the days passed, Soobin found himself growing more attached to you than he ever expected. It started as curiosity, wondering about the siren who had captured his attention, but now… now it was something more. Something he couldn’t quite name but couldn’t ignore.

And then, one evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant oranges and purples, Soobin found himself sitting beside you in the cove, his heart pounding, his hand just a little too close to yours. The routine, the bond—everything had led him to this moment. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He turned to you, his throat tight with nerves, and finally, he spoke the words he had been holding onto for so long.

Part 2