#so she wanted to 'compensate him' for 'ruining his life'. he was still pretty harsh with both of them so.

[malkaviian]

random oc facts, of the "they have problems" flavor

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

[saharamae21]

Never Ran Smooth (Part 15)

Hey guys! Sorry about not posting yesterday! My parents (and puppy) surprised me with a visit! Heres Part 15 of Never Ran Smooth! It’s a bit emotional! 

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JJ’s POV

Truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays

The problem with me is that I didn’t know how to control my emotions. When I saw Barry, I was filled with a fit of rage. He had already made my life so miserable by dealing to my dad and now this? I saw red while I drove to his house.

Upon entering, John B instantly made me aware of everything I was doing wrong. None of that mattered though. He didn’t realize the pain I went through from this guy. He didn’t realize that this was so much bigger than just what had happened. If it weren’t for that piece of shit, maybe my dad would be different.

I took what I wanted and walked out. Savannah ran right up to me as I apologized for the detour and told everyone they would compensate for the shit we went though. John had some choice words for me as he grabbed the bag with the stolen money in it. To him, the only thing that mattered was finding the treasure. I grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him against the van, earning a gasp from Savannah. I pushed the thought of disappointing her from my mind as I continued what I was doing. I grabbed the bag back and got into the van, waiting for everyone else. They all just stared in silence at me. Then I looked at Sav. She stared at me like she didn’t know who I was. I got out of the van and listened to John, Pope, and Kie tell me they were sick of me. They were sick of everything that I did, even if it was for them. Everything I did was for them, they were all I had and even they were treating me like this. I was in the middle of telling Pope to pay me back. I was in the middle of something so unreasonable, that even I knew I was wrong. My emotions were too high to care though. Then Savannah’s voice rang out.

“JJ!” She yelled, desperation filled her voice. “You don’t owe any money, I handled it. It’s done! Stop treating your friends like this!”

That’s when I knew it wasn’t going to work. She would constantly be disappointed in me if we continued. She already felt as if she had to take care of all of my mistakes and that killed me. The fact that she thought she had to take care of the $30,000 made me so upset that I just explored.

The whole argument felt like a blur as I walked away. I knew I had just completely ripped her apart from the inside out, but I still couldn’t swallow my pride. Then when I got to the edge of town, my mind replayed the look on her face. God, JJ! How could you say that to her? You love her so much. I ran both hands through my greasy hair and threw my bag against the ground with all my power. Her heartbroken face never left my mind once.

“And because you treat me this way, I will never love you.”

Out of all the things I could’ve said in that moment, I picked the only one that I couldn’t redeem myself from. All of a sudden, the money didn’t matter anymore. The gold, the money, the treasure, none of it matter if she wasn’t by my side. I went home, not wanting to run into any of the Pogues. I couldn’t hear about how I messed up because I already knew and it was eating me alive. I pushed through the door at my house and onto the front pouch to see my father. He was working on something and didn’t even acknowledge me at first.

“I've been staying at John B's,” I muttered, looking at him.

“I didn't ask you where you were stayin'. I don't care,” he said, barely looking up. He stood up to grab something. “I knew you’d get hungry.”

“That's not why I came back, Dad,” I said with a sigh. He sat back down and I looked at him. “I got the money.”

“Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it,” he said, continuing his work. I threw the money down on the table and watched him stare at it. Finally, he grabbed the bag and opened it up.

“It’s all there. 25k,” I said and for the first time in years, he smiled. He even chuckled a little bit.

“I don't know how you got this. I-I don't even wanna know,” he said pointed at me with a proud look in his eyes. “You did it. I'll grant you that. You did it. There's beer in the cooler.”

For the first time in years I felt happy with him. He praised me and looked so happy staring at that money, but it was short lived. I walked over to the cooler with a smile on my face.

“I think that sale's still on at Guffy's of Makos,” he said, hitting the money on the table and standing up. I felt my stomach sink when I realized what he was going to do next. “They're practically givin' 'em away.”

He grabbed the newspaper ad and pointed at it, shaking the money.

“That's for the restitution,” I said. He wasn’t listening though, he was too focused on whatever was on that ad. I tried to demand his attention. “Dad. Can you please just do the right thing for once, okay?”

“You know how much you cost me, you little shit?” he asked, returning to the father I knew. The one who only cares about himself. He put the money in a water jug and screwed the cap on tight. “This nut? It ain't going to the cops. No. I'm gonna triple it-”

“Dad!” I yelled. “We have to pay Savannah back.”

My heart ached. Would she even take the money after everything I said to her? After everything I did, it would probably seem like I was doing this so I didn’t owe her anything. My heart ached at the thought.

“You got somethin' to say? After everything you done? You wanna get into it?” he asked, grabbing onto my shirt. “I didn't think so. Man, people keep wastin' my time. I gotta fix this motor.”

I could feel every emotion eating away at me. I left my friends for this. I hurt Savannah. I ruined everything to do what I thought was right, but still it wasn’t. I stole a glance at the water jug and then back at my father. I could still try to make this right. I ran forward and grabbed onto the bottle, as my dad stood up. I tried to make a break for it, but he shoved me against the house. I let out a groan as I made contact. I felt his fist collide with my left side, then my left cheekbone. I plummeted to the ground, blood dripping out of my mouth.

“Boy, you stay down there,” he said, but I didn’t listen. I got up and leaned my whole body into my punch. I hit him hard in the face, only to have the favor returned to me seconds later. He pinned me on the ground, hands wrapped around my throat. I pushed against his face, trying desperately to get him off of me. I felt my body begging for air. I kneed him hard in the side, knocking him off and got up trying once again to make a break for it, but he grabbed my foot causing me to trip. I felt his boot collide with my side and his hand grab a fistfull of my hair, pulling me back up. He pinned me against the wall, landing a few more punches against my face. Finally I got an opportunity to hit back, knocking both of us through the screen on the deck. I grabbed onto him and flipped him over.

“You gave me nothing! You gave me nothing but a shitty life! All you ever did was try and scare me! Well, guess what, Dad? ” I screamed, breaking down as I hit back. I could feel tears streaming down my face as I pinned him down. I grabbed a wrench and held it ready to hit him, but I couldn’t. I sobbed and tried to find it in me to do it, but it wasn’t there. I dropped it next to him and began to get up. “I ain't scared of you anymore.”

I got up and left him there, grabbing the money on the way out.

After walking into town, I sat there with the money and tried to wrap my brain around what to do with it. I found myself pacing back and forth outside Savannah’s hotel and trying to find the courage to go in. I looked horrible and had blood dried all over me, how could I face her like this. I built up all my courage and walked in. I was greeted by a front desk worker who looked horrified to see me. I asked softly if Savannah was here and she said no. I turned to leave, but Mr. Stryker blocked my way. I looked up at his face and he looked down disapprovingly.

“JJ,” he said. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t spend time with my daughter anymore.” “I-I came to pay Savannah back,” I managed to speak somewhat clearly as I held the jug up. Her dad stared at me and shook his head.

“I don’t even want to know where you got that, but don’t,” he said. “She didn’t pay your restitution. I did as a way to keep you away from her. Don’t pay me back, just stay away from my daughter.”

His words were cold and harsh. His tone had no emotion in it. He just walked away after that. Savannah didn’t do anything and I snapped at her. I ruined everything and now I had 25k and it didn’t even matter. I stood there dumbfounded and miserable.

The rest of the day came and went. I finally decided I wanted to spend the money on something my friends and I could enjoy together. Something to say I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. Something to show them they were everything to me. I got everything ready and waited. Finally, I heard a car pull up.

“What the hell?” I heard Pope say. I could hear the car doors closing and Kie and Pope walking over. I couldn’t wait to see their faces when they saw what I bought for us. I popped the cork of the champagne as they entered my view. “What did you do, JJ?”

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now,” I said with a laugh. I tried to be my normal JJ self. “Y'all should get in immediately, you hear me?”

“How much did this cost?” Pope asked with a concerned look.

“Uh…” I started, unsure if I should be honest with them. “Well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery…” I paused to laugh a little. “Pretty much all of it, yeah.

“All of it?” Pope asked, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Yeah, all of it.”

“You spent all the money in one day?”

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket,”I said. “But, I mean, like, come on, guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me.” I paused. “Kie, what?  Can't a man have a little luxury in life? Come on, all this scrimpin' and scrapin'... I mean, like... guys, we--  You only live once, right? Enough of this emotional shit. Get in the Cat's Ass. Come on.”

“In the what?” Kie asked.

“In the Cat's Ass. That's what I named her. Oh, hey, yo, I almost forgot.” I said. I clicked the switch and a disco ball swirled above me. I felt the jets intensify like a glorious fountain. “Huh? Yeah, that's right, I know. Disco mode. That's right, baby!”

“Are you kidding me?” Pope said. “You could have paid Savannah back for restitution!”

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie added.

“You could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of the well!”

“Okay, well, you know what? I didn't do that! I got a hot tub!” I yelled. Why couldn’t they see I was trying? “For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!” I stood up, finally getting upset.

“What the hell?” Kie said with a sad expression.

“I got this for you. Guys, look what I did for you! All right?” I could feel the tears coming. “Look at this! Look at this!” I felt the tears roll down my face “No, you stop being emotional. It's fine, okay? I mean, it's sweet, right? Everything--just get in!” I watch Kie get in and wrap her arms around me. That's when I broke down.”I just couldn't do it. I can't take him anymore! I was gonna kill him. I just wanna do the right thing.”

“I know,” Kie said, embracing me tightly. “I know.”

Pope stepped into the hot tub, hugging me as well as I broke down. I allowed myself to be vulnerable and open. Everything hurt. My body ached with every touch, every movement. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe through my sobs. I tried to control myself, but it all finally boiled over and nothing was going to help me stop crying. In between my gasps for air I managed to ask one more thing.

“Is Savannah okay?” I feared the answer. I wanted to know that she didn’t go back home. I knew what waited for her there. I wanted to know that she was okay and safe and healthy.

“I’m not gonna lie JJ,” Pope started. “I don’t think she's okay after all of that. She went home.”

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Kinktober Day 11: Intensifying Further

Kinktober Day 11 Prompts: Head (giving fellatio) || Riding crops || Being serviced (sexual) Fandom: [None] Original Tags: Exophilia, sexual role play, fellatio, sexual service, riding crops, Dom/sub, face fucking, cum marking,  Pairing: Orc(m)/Human(F), Darnok/Lia

[Authors note: I am really  happy to bring these two back. I have a couple more entries in the month that have the potential to feature them.]

The move to Auchendale had proven to be even more fortuitous for Lia that she had originally realized. At first she had just needed a change of pace, and had chosen this town due to the diversity. While she knew that it was the next chapter in her life and that she would find some adventure, what she had not expected to find was Darnok. 

Their initial meeting had gone so well that Lia had found herself quite a bit smitten with him. Yes, they had met at a BDSM club, and yes, she had sex with him before really knowing anything about him. Regardless of this, they had connected. Maybe it was only physically but it was a connection and that connection had blossomed into something more. 

Having exchanged phone numbers before leaving the club that night, Lia  made it clear that she was fine if sex was the only commonality they found. She was perfectly happy to be a bit of a booty call for him. The sex had been incredible and she wasn’t willing to give it up. It had been Darnok that had suggested they see if there was something more there. Lia had reluctantly agreed, not wanting to rush into anything serious. 

Their first real date had been painfully awkward, something they both laughed about later when they met up at the club more than a week after it had occurred. It was clear that functioning as a normal couple might be beyond them and perhaps kink was really all they had in common. Darnok was not really forthcoming about his life or his work, being a private man by  nature, and Lia felt she just wasn’t interesting enough for someone as clearly sophisticated as him. 

That first date had clued Lia in that whoever Darnok really was, he was rich and he was powerful. None of that mattered to her though. He had a nice cock, could fuck like a beast, and he was charming to boot. His money held no real interest for her and neither did his possible influence. She really only focused on how he was in the bedroom and he was something else. 

Darnok was demanding, but not cruel. He clearly had experience as a dominant and could easily bend Lia to his will. Something she was eager to do. No one had ever made her desire submission as much as Darnok had. It was the only regret she felt when she thought about how they didn’t seem to mesh on a more personal level. Right now having a purely physical relationship was fine, but eventually Lia was going to want more and she would have a difficult choice to make at that juncture. 

While Darnok had marked Lia that first night, they had sat down and discussed whether or not it was practical for Lia to be his sub. Did she want to be owned by him, and could she abide by the restrictions that came with that. In the end they decided to stick to a more casual agreement and would meet up every couple of weeks at the club, which soon turned to weekly meet ups. 

Lia was dressing for this week's meet up. He had arranged for one of the back rooms in specific and had provided her with a list of items she should bring with her and what he would like her to wear. Of course she would dress normally for her arrival and change into her intended outfit once at the club. It wouldn’t do for her to wear anything too suggestive in public. She didn’t really have it in her to do public scenes, not yet anyway.

Darnok had been clear in his desires and laid out the plan for this evenings scene. It would be a little less extreme than some of the scenes they had done previously. This one seemed a bit more personal for him and Lia was intensely curious. They had spent the last few weekends pushing her limits and she had confessed to him that she was a little worn from it. Perhaps this lighter scene was his way of helping reenergize her, give her mind and body a bit of a break before they tried pushing her limits again. 

Tonight’s scene would be in one of the rooms mocked up to look like an office. Darnok had sent a few photos showing her the layouts of the different options to see if any were displeasing to her. They both had a preference for the modern looking office with the mock up city skyline, and the large heavy looking desk. Lia was pretty sure they could fuck on that desk and it wouldn’t collapse under them, given Darnok’s size that was a concern she had for some of the furniature in the other rooms they had tried.

For this scene Darnok would be posing as a businessman, a little on the nose if anyone had asked Lia, but she didn’t mention it. He always looked so incredibly sexy in his suits and she kind of wanted to see if his attitude changed at all. She would be playing the part of his boss, acting as the CEO of the company. At first Lia had been confused thinking he wanted her in charge, something she wasn’t sure she would be good at, but Darnok assured her she would remain in a submissive role, there would just be a bit of playful back and forth where he wanted her to resist before submitting. That Lia could easily do and was kind of looking forward to. It would allow her to push some of his limits and be a bit of a brat instead of a well behaved sub.

As Lia had done office work she had a few nicer clothes that would work, she had one dress suit that she thought might be perfect for play and she wasn’t too worried about it being ruined. Darnok had explained that he would happily replace any of her clothing that he damaged and that if she had anything irreplaceable, to not wear it while they do scenes. It was a simple enough arrangement, though one that Lia was a bit uncomfortable with at first until Darnok explained that he sometimes enjoyed ruining clothing but she shouldn’t have to suffer through having all her clothes destroyed without some form of compensation. 

In reality Dar had purchased Lia a few outfits specifically for their play scenes and Lia was flattered by the gifts. It made their failed date feel more harsh as she really had hoped they would have a significant connection. Still, something was better than nothing, and Darnok was more than something in bed. He was honestly the most experienced person Lia had ever been with and the genuinely best lay of her life. 

Lia was giddy as she walked into the club, now a full member and recognized by the staff she didn’t have to keep her membership card visible. She did carry it with her, but it was more a formality at this point. Her and Darnok were frequently seen together and had been approached by other individuals for play. So far Lia had always declined, she wasn’t comfortable asking Darnok if he had as well. Lia knew herself well enough that jealousy did not look good on her and could ruin what they had. 

Heading back to the room they had reserved Lia found that she had arrived before Darnok and took the chance to change and get ready. Making sure that anything they could need would be in reach of the desk and that she had laid out all the items he had requested. Changing had not taken long and Lia got comfortable sitting in a chair, though as time passed she worried that she had gotten the wrong date as Darnok had not arrived just yet. Sending a text she was relieved to see he was only held up in traffic and promised to make it up to her. 

When Darnok arrived Lia looked up and was a bit speechless. He was in a suit yes, but this one was nicer than any he had worn before. He had a bag over his shoulder and a briefcase in his hand. Setting the case on the desk he stepped to the side with his bag and Lia felt her skin flush as he looked her over. 

“You look lovely sweet Lia. I apologize for my tardiness. I hate making you wait like that. Will you forgive me? Darnok swept over and leaned down kissing Lia softly. “Are you ready to play darling?”

The pet names and his deep voice were sure to be the end of Lia. She nodded and gave him some time to get himself set up. The bag was left to the side for now as he situated himself at the desk and opened the briefcase. She watched with rapt attention as he seemed to have brought real office supplies and that just tickled her. Though she wasn’t prepared for just how shockingly attractive he was with glasses on. That was a bit of a surprise. 

“Whenever you are ready.” Darnok cleared his throat and gestured for the scene to begin.

Lia was nervous starting the scene, feeling awkward with the role play aspect of it and it took her a moment to find the character she should play. Having never really had a high ranking position at her office job it felt awkward trying to boss Dar around, especially with how intimidating he always looked. Those glasses though, they did something to her. 

“Mister Sinros, I believe the deadline for that report was yesterday? Yet here we are, and I still do not have it. Really, if you expect to ever receive any kind of traction in this company then I suggest you manage your time better. I believe there is a position opening up and it would be a shame for you to be passed over, again.” Lia had adopted her haughtiest voice and was surprised at how easy it was to lorde over him in play. It still felt awkward but Lia was enjoying herself. 

“Of course Ms. Doran, I have the report right here. Would you like to look at it now, or should I have it taken to your office.” Darnok was a bit surprised at how much he was enjoying this. He wasn’t a fan of being bossed around, but Lia seemed to fall into the role and he was certainly enjoying it from her. It helped that he knew how this scene was going to end.  

The scene continued with Lia lightly berating Darnok while he acted in deference to his boss. Lia was enjoying herself and sat on the desk, crossing one leg over the other as she spoke to him. Her garter was showing as was some of her hip and looking down she could see that Darnok was already sporting an erection.

“Mister Sinros, would you care to explain yourself?”

Darnok swallowed, falling into the role a bit more than he had intended. “I apologize, you are just so beautiful, so aggressive. I find you irresistible.”

“Hmmm, well I am flattered.” Lia smiled and moved just a bit closer. “Perhaps I should leave you to take care of your work. Just for a few moments.”

Lia moved away from the desk to let Darnok prepare for the next part of the scene. She was looking forward to this as she usually either saw him fully dressed, or completely naked. Not really ever in any sort of in between state. Turning her back she waited, moving to a far spot in the room so that it would feel as though she left and came back at a different time.

When Darnok was ready Lia approached the desk again. The sight of him made her wet with anticipation. His jacket was off, hanging on the back of the chair. Tie undone, but still under the collar. The first few buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, showing a peek of his hairy chest. The sleeves were rolled up right above the elbow and secured. Though how he found shirts that could hold his muscular arms and not tear she never knew. He was quite a sight and Lia felt herself falling for him all over again. The glasses just made the look more perfect. 

“It is good to see you staying late to get some work done for a change. Maybe you aren’t as lazy as I thought. Perhaps I could put in a good word for you, we’ll see.” Lia hated to sound so cruel, but she was also having so much fun. “You seem annoyed, am I interrupting your concentration? Surely you can work and converse. You are awfully chatty in the break room. Or does conversation with me not interest you.”

“Something about your mouth interests me.” Darnok mumbled under his breath and waited, wondering if Lia would have heard him or not. He was escalating things, pushing the scene forward faster. His balls were throbbing and he knew he was already leaking precum. Lia was just too irresistible and he wanted her now. 

“I beg your pardon? Would you like to repeat that, or perhaps explain what is so interesting about my mouth?” Lia waited, hoping the set up was ok.

Leaning back in the chair, Darnok leveled Lia with a look. “Well, your mouth isn’t interesting right now, but it could be.”

“Enlighten me orc.” 

“Well, it would certainly be more interesting with my dick in it.” Darnok found it difficult to keep a straight face. Lia’s look of shock was precious and he almost wanted to call the scene off just because she looked so genuinely offended.

“Mister Sinros, I cannot believe you. That is the second time you have been entirely inappropriate.” Lia moved closer so she was on the same side of the desk as Darnok.

Turning in his chair he allowed Lia to see just how hard he was before he spoke. “Are you saying you aren’t even a little bit curious?”

“I…” Lia bit her lip. It was hard to stay in character. She wanted him, and she really just wanted to be bent over the desk and fucked into unconciousness if she was honest. “This won't guarantee a promotion.” 

“Hold that opinion until after. Now, on your knees.” Darnok used a commanding tone, knowing Lia would pick up on the signal. The scene had changed from just the role play aspect to the actual sexual content of the scene. He wasn’t going to be a stickler if she didn’t stay in character, at this point he was too aroused to really care. 

Lia waited for Darnok to move the chair so she could kneel in front of him. Her eyes were locked on his large hands as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. When he pulled his cock out the head was already slick with precum. His foreskin shiney and slightly retracted with how hard his cock was already.  Remaining still Lia waited for Darnok to instruct her. 

“You have such a sweet looking mouth, I can’t wait to ruin you girl.” Growling Darnok reached forward, cupping the back of Lia’s head and pulling her forward. “Lick it.”

Not needing to be told twice, Lia began to trace up the shaft with her tongue swirling over the head a few times before moving back down the shaft. She had serviced Dar this way a few times and it was always a struggle to take him in her mouth. Lia loved trying though. Each time she was able to get more and more of him in, soon she hoped she might be able to deep throat him. 

Darnock groaned watching as Lia serviced his cock with her tongue, lavashing it with soft licks and gentle kisses. He was growing impatient though and wanted more. As good as this felt, part of him wanted to force his cock in her mouth and fuck her face, she just wasn’t ready for that. Reaching into his pants he cupped his balls pulling them up so they were free of their confines. He was a fan of ball play and didn’t want them neglected just because his pants were still on. “Lick them, suck them, maybe I will reward you if you do a good job.”

Moving down Lia lapped at his balls sucking one into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. Switching between them she sucked each one, then licked over the sack. Darnok had a strong scent here and it weirdly turned Lia on, thought she never mentioned it to him. She quite enjoyed playing with his balls and was always excited when he allowed her to do so. Everything about him was huge and this was no exception. 

Grunting Dar began to lose patience again. It all just felt too good. “Suck it, or I am forcing it in your mouth.” He growled  his grip on her hair tightening ever so slightly. 

Lia paused for just a moment and licked up the shaft making a decision. She teased over the head with her tongue, mouth open, hot breath tickling his foreskin, but she did not take him in her mouth. Instead she just licked, teasing him, tempting him, curious to see if he would actually make good on the threat, and make good he did.

It only took a few moments before Darnok had gripped the shaft of his cock with one hand, the other hand still gripping the back of Lia’s head. Moving her slightly he angled his cock to align with her mouth and pushed her down, forcing the tip and some of the shaft into her mouth. It felt so incredible he kept going forcing his cock into her throat, a little farther than he usually would to start, but he simply couldn’t help himself. 

Moaning loudly, Darnok threaded his fingers into Lia’s hair and guided her down on his throbbing dick, pushing as much in her throat as he could until he felt a small tap on his thigh. Looking down he could see Lia struggling a bit and he eased up releasing her hair and letting her set the pace for a bit. “Next time, do as you're told, and these things won't have to happen.”

Darnok watched Lia as she worked her mouth over his cock, taking more and more of him into her throat as she swallowed around him. It was clear she was challenging herself and Dar liked that. Reaching next to the desk he grabbed the riding crop he had set next to it and out of the way. Not wanting to interrupt the earlier scene with a visual reminder of what was to come. “Be a good girl for me, don’t stop what you are doing, but I want you to hike that skirt up to your waist so I can see that sweet ass while you take me in your throat.”

Lia, being ever obedient, moved her hands from his shaft and balls and reached back to hike up her skirt. Tugging it up so it was around her waist, revealing the garter belt and thong she was wearing. Her asscheeks were bare save for the lace strips of the garter belt hooking to her thigh highs. She never stopped servicing Dar and once her hands were no longer needed to move her skirt, she placed them back on his cock. 

She stroked Dar’s shaft as she took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. She couldn’t deep throat him, not yet, but she certainly was trying. She had gotten farther tonight than before, his initial force helped a bit but her throat was a little sore from that. 

Darnok rubbed the riding crop against her ass, smoothing it over the skin before tapping lightly. He didn’t want to startle her or injure her by ramping up the pain too quickly. It also forced his focus away from the pleasant sensations he was experiencing. “Slow down a bit, wouldn’t want to cum too soon. You aren’t getting out of this that easily.” He chuckled a bit as she whined around his cock, but did as was told. 

Her slowing down helped him focus even more and brought the intensity level down a bit. Instead of feeling his pleasure climbing quickly to release, it was more of a warm slow build. “Good of you to realize your place.” He popped one cheek a little harder with the riding crop and smiled as she made an adorable little squeak. Since her mouth was full the sounds she was making was muffled, but it just added to his pleasure. 

Slowly Dar worked the riding crop over her ass, randomly choosing which cheek to strike and how hard. He kept it varied so she wouldn’t be able to acclimate to the strikes. A particularly sharp smack had her jumping and taking his cock much farther than she had before. It was so pleasant that Dar gripped her head and held her in place, keeping his cock shoved deep in her throat. 

Lia whimpering and wiggling was what caught Dar’s attention and he looked down, having not realized he had tilted his head back and closed his eyes. She was struggling but had not tapped his thigh. Loosening his grip he let Lia pull back so that she was more comfortable, and he could see that her eyes looked shiny and wet. He was tempted to pull her off and pause the scene, but she knew how to code out and for some reason had chosen not to. Allowing this Darnok kept a closer eye on her as he paused in the spanking and watched her. 

Repeating the action, Dar forced her down and held her there as he watched. She was struggling a bit, though she could still clearly breath. Lia wasn’t tapping out or signalling her distress despite looking like she clearly was. He smiled, proud of her for challenging herself and pushing her limits, but his worry overrode his desires and he released her again as she took deep breaths through her nose but did not try to pull away. 

Lia was beautiful in her submission and Darnok found himself growing ever more attached to her. Each time they met he found new reasons to want to keep her all to himself. This was just one more to add to the ever growing list and Dar was concerned at where his feelings were leading him. Pushing the heavier thoughts out of his mind he forced himself to focus on the scene and his building pleasure. 

“You are such a good little cock sucker aren’t you? Do you like it when I force it in your throat? Do you like me controlling you, striking you? Do you want to be my little pet, servicing me whenever I want?” Darnok was technically asking in character, but there was a part of him that was ready to collar Lia as his sub and make everything between them official.

Darnock felt his throat tighten as Lia lifted her eyes, locking on to his, and simply nodded without stopping. He came close to release in that moment as he damn near lost control. Remembering himself he raised the riding crop and smacked her ass again, far more gently than he had before, but enough to sting a bit. He watched her wiggle and could feel her moaning around him. It was becoming too much and he would cum soon.

Setting the riding crop on the desk Darnok tightened his grip behind her head and pushed her down slowly on his cock. “I am going to fuck your throat girl, and you are going to take it.” Growling Dar forced Lia down on his cock, keeping a careful eye on her expressions and breathing just in case he went too far too fast. Hoping she would tap out if she really needed to and didn’t just allow this to impress him. 

Lia felt a little light headed as Darnok forced his cock further and further into her throat. Still not able to take him all the way, Lia was nevertheless pleased with how far she could get. Her vision was getting fuzzy around the edges, but she remembered her breathing exercises and focused on remaining relaxed as Dar face fucked her. 

She could feel her own wetness between her thighs, turned on not only by the scene but his voice and how much he was clearly enjoying this. Lia desperately wanted him inside of her, but she could wait. Right now she needed to focus on her breathing and helping him to reach his orgasm, which was clearly building quickly as his cock had begun to swell in her throat. 

Reminding herself not to panic, Lia felt her air cut off for a moment as Darnok forced her head down until he met resistance. He wasn’t fully in her throat, but somehow she managed to take him more than half way. She could feel herself gagging slightly as  his cock swelled up even more with his impending release. Suddenly her throat was free and Darnok was stroking his cock in front of her face.

“Don’t you dare close your mouth.” Dar ordered with a snarl as he jerked himself the rest of the way to release. His thick ropes of cum landing in her open mouth and on her face, some getting in her hair and on her chest and clothing. 

Panting Dar looked down at Lia, her face and clothes covered in cum. Her mouth still obediently open as a pool of cum sat in her mouth. “You are such a good obedient girl. Close your mouth and swallow.”

It wasn’t easy sitting there with cum in her mouth, not swallowing, it was actually worse than taking his cock in her throat. However his praise was worth it and Lia dutifully swallowed when ordered. Her eyes remained closed, not wanting to get ejaculate in them.

“You look so perfect like this, I almost want a picture.” Darnok commented, knowing that was completely out of bounds. “Don’t move.”

Getting up Dar walked over to the sink, there was one in every room, and wet a paper towel, bringing it over and wiping her eyes, leaving the rest of her face covered in cum still. He wanted to admire it just a bit longer. Maybe he could get her to agree to a photograph just this one time. 

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Flutter

Just a little Angie x Iruma drabble I posted with some ideas/headcanons I had about Miu’s life I guess?

Mosty just angst and fluff - as usual’

Available on AO3

Yonaga Angie had no idea when it happened; but, before she realized, she was unbelievably, undeniably in love. She had butterflies in her tummy and her heart beat swiftly, hammering in her chest whenever she saw the subject of her affections. Oh how unfair it was, for them to be so stunning, so lovely.

Not that many of her friends would agree.

She was aware of how other people saw her love. She didn’t understand it, but almost everyone she knew wasn’t a very big fan of the one who caused her to lose herself like this. She just couldn’t comprehend how people could look at such a wonderful, gorgeous person and not see anything but perfection. How they could look at such a goddess and scrunch their face in distaste or scowl at her as they would.

Instead, Angie felt her heart flutter with love whenever she saw Iruma Miu. Just beautiful and confident and kind. Though the confidence had a false tendency and the kindness came out aggressive and brash. She still saw it. Angie knew how to look a little deeper, you see. She knew that, despite her harsh words and uncaring disposition, Iruma Miu’s heart was sweet and full of tenderness and concern.

She didn’t know when it had happened; she couldn’t help it either. Once she realized she loved this girl, Angie was engulfed in such admiration and desire. She wanted to be the one to make Miu laugh. She wanted to be the one to make her smile. She wanted to be the one who let Miu know she was loved and appreciated and wanted.

Because, though her classmates seemed to ignore it or not notice it, Angie saw. She'd never felt much anger or experienced any neglect in her life. She was a happy girl and lived a happy childhood, having been dotted on relentlessly by her parents and raised in a home full of open mindedness and love. Angie saw the way Miu flinched. The way she got scared and nervous. No one else thought much of the way she cracked vulgar jokes and talked about sex relentlessly. As if to compensate for something; as if she needed to offer more. The way she cackled loudly enough for multiple people, as though to share her humor with someone who wasn’t there. No one thought about the crazy inventions she made; they were insane, they thought. No one needed all these whacko things that helped them when they slept.

But she could see how much Miu wanted to help people. Wanted so desperately to be useful and wanted and needed. How badly she wanted to make a difference and be relied on. Angie could tell Miu didn't know how to love with her heart. For some reason she only thought to love with her body, as if they were the same. Angie could tell whenever Miu was offering up her body, she was really trying to aim for something else. Something softer, something genuine. Angie was mad. She couldn't understand why someone would teach her this. She didn’t know where Miu got this thought process from.

Angie hadn’t even realized she’d been so obviously in love. Tenko and Himiko gave her concerned looks often, but didn’t pry. Like they wanted to ask her something but didn’t want to push. Her parents were a little less subtle. Her father hinted heavily “if there was something she wanted to talk with him about” and her mother outright asked her who her girlfriend was.

“Mom!” she cried out, embarrassed. “Angie’s not dating anyone!”

“But Angie,” her mother said, pouting childishly and similar to her daughter, “you’ve been on cloud nine! You’re acting how I was when I met your father!”

Her dad, a kind man with sun weathered skin and gray hair, shuffled his newspaper from where he sat at the dinner table. He had been acting like he wasn’t paying attention to their conversation but he was obviously tuned in completely to the two of them.

“Mom! I’m… not dating her yet…”

“Aaah!” her mother squealed. “I knew it! Oh who is she, who is she!?”

Angie smiled. “Her name is Iruma Miu…” “Oh that’s such a cute name!” her father jumped in, dropping his paper and his facade entirely. “What is she like? When are you going to bring her over? Your mother and I want to meet her!”

“Darling!” her mother scolded, though it was ruined by her trying to hide a bright smile. “They’re not dating yet! But yes, Angie! We would love to meet her. Bring her over sometime!”

With parents like this, she thought maybe things would work out.

“Miu Miu!” she called out to her one day, after class, catching the other girl and her own friends off guard. “You should come get ice cream with Angie and the others!”

“W-what…?” Miu blinked slowly at her, somewhat cowering away from her.

“Angie?” Tenko questioned quietly from next to her.

“Angie thinks we should all go together! Do you wanna come, Miu?”

Miu twirled her blonde hair in one of her hands, subconsciously. Her cheeks were pretty and pink and she seemed to think the offer over.

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why… would you want me to come?”

Angie tilted her head to the side. “Because Miu is funny and smart and Angie wants us to be better friends. Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t even know your favorite flavor of ice cream! C’mon Miu Miu! You should come!”

“Yeah Miu!” Kaede chimed in next to her. “You should come hang out with us for once! You’re always off tinkering so much. Spend some time with us for a change!”

“We can go to the arcade after,” Himiko offered, quietly. “I don’t know if you’re into that kind of stuff…”

“We could do karaoke if you wanna do that instead!” Tenko added, seeing what was going on. There was no way she’d leave a girl to spend all of her time alone without friends.

Angie found herself so grateful for her wonderful parents and friends.

Miu seemed shell shocked that so many people wanted to spend time with her.

“You… you all actually wanna hang out with me? Like… for real?”

“Of course!”

And that’s how they all found themselves at an ice cream parlor after all their classes for the day wrapped up. Angie oversaw her friends getting their favorite flavors as always, as she enjoyed her own mango sorbet. Tenko got mint chocolate chip, like she tended to. Himiko got strawberry and Kaede got white chocolate raspberry. Predictable.

Angie was surprised when Miu got cookie dough ice cream. Such a childish flavor and Miu seemed to be enjoying it wholeheartedly.

Miu… seemed hesitant to join them. But her friends made sure to include her and not let her just be there quietly. The first couple of attempts, she responded her normal way. Loudly, with offensive language.

“Miu,” Angie said, seriously. “You don’t have to act like that with us. We like you for you, you know.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you can drop the act.” Angie rested her chin on her palm. “Just relax a little bit and be natural. It’s okay.”

“Angie-” Kaede began to reprimand her, before Miu’s shoulders sagged slightly.

“Sorry…” she murmured. “I’m… just not used to this. I’ll try and be less… gross.”

The others shared concerned glances, unsure what to do with this Miu they’d never seen before. Iruma? Vulnerable? Never. Angie just smiled.

“No, no, no! Miu’s not gross. You just don’t need to feel like you have to act different with us. We’ll like you fine just the way you are!”

And, with the way Iruma Miu smiled in that moment, Angie felt like she’d just hung the moon. Her heart swelled and her tummy swirled like warm milk and honey. Miu smiled so sweetly at her, she felt her pulse would stop. But stop it didn’t; if anything, it started going a mile a minute.

They went to the arcade, and found that Miu was quite skilled at most of the games, kicking all of their butts at almost everything. Tenko managed to win at skeeball but Miu slaughtered them all in the racing and shooting games.

It was such a great day.

And they begun having more of these days with Miu.

And Miu begane opening up more and more, making friends with more of their classmates. Angie couldn’t be happier.

“Invite them all over!” her mother insisted. “Have a girls night at home! You can all sleep over and we’ll order pizza and you girls can play games and watch movies.”

So, she did.

Kaede, Himiko, and Tenko were all already arranged around her room in their PJs by the time Miu showed up. She stood in front of her door, nervously as if she’d never been to another person’s home before. She had a small, worn duffel bag that didn’t seem her style at all.

She brought her in with warm smiles and introduced her to her parents. Angie had to commend them for not showing their downright excitement at meeting the girl their daughter was interested in.

They ate pizza and watched crappy movies and gossiped.

“Thanks, Ange,” she heard Miu whisper to her as the other girls all went to bed that night. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you… but thank you.”

Angie’s heart fluttered.

“Of course, Miu Miu. You deserve the world…”

Miu coming over became a regular occurence. She mingled with her parents and came over for dinner or movie night regularly. Soon enough, her parents started inviting her to game nights and Miu was over so often no one batted an eye at their closeness anymore.

She didn’t notice anything going on with Miu for a while. Nothing wrong. She would go into relapse with her overbearing personality from time to time and Angie would do her best to comfort her. She thought she knew Miu pretty well and didn’t put too much thought into it. Neither did the others. Some days Miu would wear stronger perfume or heavier makeup and no one gave her a hard time over it where they would have before.

“Angie,” Momota approached her one day at lunch. She sat waiting for the others. “Is everything okay with Iruma?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Gonta came up as well. “Miu… seems like she’s not doing so good? Or, Korekiyo seems to think so.”

Shinguji nodded in agreement. “You see… as an anthropologist, I have a tendency to monitor people often. She’s showing heavy signs of abuse, to be frank. She always has, but it’s gotten stronger recently. I was simply wondering if she’s said anything to you.”

Angie felt her blood run cold.

“She’s WHAT!?”

Passerbys looked over in their direction, startled and concerned at the loud outburst.

Shinguji sighed as he waved the others off. “Please do not overreact. It may be me just overthinking things either way. However, I thought it would be best to approach you since you are the closest to her. She hasn’t said anything to you, has she?”

“No!” Angie whispered back, panicked. “Are you saying bad things have been happening to Miu!?”

“Maybe…” he admitted. “Maybe not… I’d like to hope not. Please… keep your eyes and ears out and don’t do anything that would put her in a bad spot. I’ll be working with some people in the meantime, so let me know of any new occurrences, would you? Saihara and I are going to be looking into things.”

And yet, weeks went on without Miu saying anything out of the ordinary. She got jumpier and tended to act a bit quieter than usual, but still she said nothing. Didn’t indicate anything was wrong or out of the ordinary.

Angie and the others of the class all kept a heavy eye out for her, but no one caught on to anything knew. No new developments, nothing that any of them could really do. None of them thought it would be a good idea to outright ask her anything either. Shuuichi and his uncle hadn’t come up with anything either. They were rather stuck... Then, one day, while Angie was out doing errands for her mom, she saw Miu outside of an apartment with an older man. He grasped her wrists in one hand and fumbled with his keys in the other. Miu looked terrified but didn't resist. Angie saw red. She dashed in, screaming and throwing a fit. Miu looked mortified as the neighbors nearby rushed out at her screeching and the police were quickly involved.

Angie would learn a bit later that the man had been a social worker Miu had been passed on to. Apparently Miu had been passed around social workers for quite some time now; and most of them ended like this. And she’d never been told. Miu hadn’t ever said anything. Miu was a sobbing wreck when Angie brought her into her arms. She called her parents, explaining the situation as best she could. Miu needed somewhere to stay at least until they found a new foster home or social worker. Angie's parents were appalled and outraged at the situation. Her parents thought of Miu as a second daughter after everything, and they were just as enraged as she was. Angie's mother demanded that the girl be taken into their care and custody. Her father was right beside her, expressing his anger explicitly to the people in charge of Miu’s care and distribution. "You keep giving the girl to a bunch of old perverts! TO CHILD MOLESTERS!" he was screaming at one of the social workers. "I will make sure each and every one of you is out of a job should something like this happen again! The girl stays with us!" This was followed by months of court. In the end the custody was won and Miu was now a Yonaga; though, she’d been one for a long time before that. Angie helped with setting up her bedroom and getting her situated. Angie could tell she was nervous; she could only guess how long she'd been abused by people who were supposed to be taking care of her. Her stomach churned in disgust at the thought. It certainly wasn't a recent development, with how used to it Miu seemed. How... almost expected it was for her. Their classmates were shocked at the development, and were entirely sympathetic towards Miu. They couldn’t believe she’d been keeping quiet about it the entire time. “Fuck, Iruma…” Momota bowed his head to her. “I’m so fucking sorry I never noticed…”

“Yeah,” Amami murmured, dragging a hand tiredly across his face. “We’re… we’re so sorry…”

“What could you fuckers have done?” Miu said, softly. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. I’m fucking used to it anyway. You don’t have to-”

“You shouldn't be used to it!” Angie found herself snapping, making Miu flinch. She frowned before taking Miu’s hand gently into her own. “I’m sorry for yelling… but, you shouldn’t be used to something like that. You deserve to be loved, Miu.”

The blonde girl blushed prettily and looked down at their hands, twirling strawberry locks between hesitant fingertips. Miu smiled nervously and nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry Ange… I’m… just not used to all of this.”

“Well, we’re all here for you,” Kaede encouraged her. “Anything you need, you’ve got all of us now! You’re our friend, Miu.”

“Yeah!” Ouma grinned from his seat on one of the desks. “You’re a fucking nerd, and just because you didn’t have any friends before doesn’t mean you can escape us now! Nishishi!”

“You’re stuck with us!”

Everyone agreed and threw in their two cents, and Angie could tell Miu was clearly feeling overwhelmed by the new sensation of having friends and being cared about.

She sensed it in the shaking of her hand and shoulders, but Miu couldn’t stop the tears that fell slowly down her flushed cheeks. She raised her hands, burying her face in their palms as her body was wracked with sobs.

Angie brought her gently into her arms, letting the taller girl nuzzle into the crook of her shoulder and rubbing small, comforting circles into her back.

The others saw this as an opportunity, and before anyone realized, the entire class was wrapped up together.

“Group hug, group hug!” Kaede giggled and cheered as everyone gathered around.

“You fuckers are so goddamn sappy!” Angie heard Miu shout, sounding happier than the words implied. She rubbed her cheeks against Miu’s wet ones, laughing warmly.

Miu found herself adapting to the Yonaga lifestyle. They would all wake up early and spend time together before everyone headed out for work and school. Miu was surprised that Angie’s mother cooked for them every morning.

“I usually just had whatever was in the fridge…”

Angie wondered, with curled fists, how often there was nothing.

They would go to school and got to spend time with their friends during breaks and usually afterwards.

Then, heading home, they would eat dinner together as a family.

And the next day they got to repeat it all again.

Angie found herself falling further and further for Miu as the time went on. Miu learned from her new friends and family what she wanted to become and how she wanted to act. She was slowly learning that her old life was unacceptable, finally having something to compare the heinous circumstances to. She was learning to love people in a healthy, normal manner and Angie couldn’t be prouder.

She found her affections deepen when she saw how often Miu began to smile. How brightly she shone when she greeted their friends or when Miu bid her parents goodbye for the day. How Miu would help her mother with the cooking or cleaning or how she would offer Angie help with all the science and math homework she didn’t understand.

The two of them spent all sorts of time together.

They would craft and tinker together, Miu humming some sort of pretty tune usually to fill the silence. Angie would allow Miu to drag her into watching all sorts of corny cartoon shows, despite her halfheartedly saying “they’re for kids, Miu.”

“They’re for fucking everyone, Ange! See! E for everyone!”

Angie would throw popcorn at her and Miu would catch it in her mouth, grinning cheekily at Angie’s failure.

“Angie?” Himiko asked her one day, while Miu wasn’t around. She’d been invited to go window shopping with Kaede and Tsumugi, and Angie already had plans with Tenko and Himiko. “Are you in love with Miu?”

She began choking on the raspberry soda she’d been drinking and Himiko helped by pounding her hand on her back.

“Gosh Angie! I asked you a question! I wasn’t trying to kill you!”

“Himiko… Tenko thinks you could have been more tactful with that question… Maybe next time ask someone while they’re not eating or drinking.”

After calming her coughing and sputtering fit, Angie sat there, embarrassed.

“I… yeah.”

“You are!” Tenko clapped enthusiastically. “Tenko supports you! She figured you liked her a long time ago, but there was never a good time to bring it up.”

“Yeah,” Himiko murmured sleepily, after figuring the crisis was averted. “You’re always so ga ga over her, I was sure you loved her.”

Angie hid her face in her hands. “Please kill me.”

“No can do!” Tenko harrumphed. “You’ve got a lady love to woo over, after all!”

“A what?”

“A beautiful woman,” Himiko egged on, grinning smugly. “You’ve got a girlfriend to get, Angie.”

“UGH!” Angie groaned. “You two are so embarrassing! I can’t just tell Miu she’s sparkly like the stars even though I want to! She’s so pretty and smart and good and I can’t just go and say that!”

“Wow, Angie,” Tenko sighs. “That’s gay.”

“Tenko!”

“I mean, that was pretty gay Angie. We would know.” “Himiko, you’re not helping!” “No,” she conceded. “But we want to.”

“Operation Get Angie with Miu commence!”

Angie figured, with friends and supporters like these, she couldn’t go wrong.

"Ok guys, Angie’s finally gonna ask Miu out," Angie resolved, steeling her confidence.

"PERFECT.” Tenko gushed. “We'll get Kaede and set it all up!"

"Yeah! A picnic or something! We'll have rose petals, and candles, and smooth jazz!"

"You guys are the best!"

Angie thought the plan started out quite simple. She was going to have Miu take a walk with her around the park. After some time, they would find themselves at the picnic that Tenko, Kaede, and Himiko were setting up near one of the park fountains. "Don't worry Angie! Tenko and the others are on the case!" "Yeah, it seems like an awful lot of effort but we'll help." "You just have fun with Miu! We'll make it nice and pretty for your special moment." Angie had good faith in her friends, so she asked Miu to go with her and decided to leave the rest up to them and god. Miu was having a blast, walking around the park. She insisted on going on the swings together when they spotted a small playground. "Miu, you're so silly." "Are you kidding, Angie? These are the most fucking fun you'll ever have!"

“Yeah, I remember from when I was eight.”

“Ange! You just don’t get it,” she sneered playfully as she trotted over to the set. “These things are the best!” She hoisted herself atop one of the seats and began swinging her legs.

Angie got up on the seat next to her, feeling enamored with this open, smiling Miu. She managed to match Miu’s pace, to a certain extent and she grinned cheekily.

“Look, Miu! We’re double dating!”

The blonde girl’s cheeks flared pink and she nearly fell out of the swing’s seat from seven feet in the air. Angie laughed but called out in concern, “Miu don’t go flying!”

“You’re so fucking embarrassing!”

Miu hopped off the swings and waited impatiently for Angie’s own momentum to slow down before she took a flying leap.

“Ange!”

“And she sticks the landing!”

Angie decided to grasp Miu’s hand and start their stroll towards their picnic; she just hoped everything was going well for the others and that she had an actual shot with this stunning, lovely girl.

She was immediately thrown into a panic when she came to the site.

The banners the girls made were torn, there were several fires going on, and Tenko, Himiko, and Kaede were guiltily standing in front of a park guard while firefighters tried to put out the flames.

“Is… is the fountain on fire? What the actual fuck happened? Why the fuck are the others here?”

Angie moved to stand in front of the flaming mess - she could see the candles knocked over everywhere and figured that’s where it all went wrong - and spread her arms out, smiling as much as she could.

“Ta da… Nyahahaha! I was gonna try and tell you I like you… Aha…”

Miu stood still, shellshocked. “You… like me?”

“Lots and lots… Sorry, if that makes Miu uncomfortable-”

She was cut off as slender arms wrapped around her and she found her face nuzzled in the crook of Miu’s neck. She was enveloped in the scent of roses and faint motor oil.

“... You’re such a fucking goof, Ange. I love you a lot, you know?”

“You… you what?”

“You’re great. You’ve been so good to me… I thought you liking me was just wishful thinking, but I like you too.”

Angie felt tears well up in the corners of her eyes as she buried herself further into Miu’s shoulder.

“Aww, Ange. You don’t need to cry.”

“But Angie’s so happy!”

“We… should probably go get those fucking morons out of trouble. How the fuck do you set a fountain on fire…”