#thinking about ants alone handsome?

[irusanw4]

Thinking about if a worker ant was bad at counting.

They spend every day working in lovely lines, one of the herd, touching their antennae to those they pass, knowing nothing else. It is bliss to the ant, for it is all they have experienced, and it helps their precious colony.

Until they must look for food. They cannot fall in line. And so they try very hard. They count each and every step, as ants do. But they've never been here before, and the world is full of things to note down, and so they forget a few steps every now and then. It is new to them. Surely these tiny steps won't matter?

Their internal pedometer falls further off-track each time they forget. And finally they find food! Their colony will not starve! And so they heft as much as they can carry and begin the careful walk back, counting their steps.

But they overshoot every now and then, for fear of forgetting. And they can't recall the exact angle they turned. And some rocks have been moved by those larger than them. And so they drift further and further from their original path.

And they do not realize. They are going to do good! This food will feed the colony they adore! It doesn't matter that they have never known anything else. This will surely be the first of many journeys they take to support their community.

But they reach the number that was carefully traced into their mind, and they are not home. And they begin searching for home. For those that they serve. But carrying food is taxing, and they are tired and lost, and they keep checking places they already checked. And minutes turn into hours into days of searching. They abandon their food in favor of moving faster. Even return to eat a few bites, when their hunger gets powerful enough.

But it isn't enough. The colony doesn't even know they're lost. Assumes they were eaten. There's too much to do to worry over a possible distant predator. And the lost ant dies, because ants are mortal and they are flawed, and they never do learn where their colony was. And the colony never does care where they are.

[burningembers91]

Performance of a Lifetime - Choi Su-Bong (Thanos) x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Not Who I Want to Be

The Beauty of Vulnerability

Fuscia Pink Kisses

Synopsis: On the night of a huge performance, a figure from Choi Su-Bong’s past returns, threatening to unravel everything he’d fought so hard to achieve.

A/N: oh man, I am putting our boy through hell. But I swear, it’ll all end happily for him and the Reader.

The sun was streaming through the windows of the apartment, bathing the cream walls in a golden hue. The floor to ceilings windows offered a panoramic view of the city, with views of the River Han clearly visible from the master bedroom and living room. Choi Su-Bong turned you, his stomach tied in nervous knots.

“What do you think?” He asked, taking your hand in his as he tried to gauge your reaction. “Do you like it?” He’d spent weeks trying to find the perfect place, an apartment where he could start afresh. It was so important that you liked the place as much as he did; he wanted this to be your home too, a sanctuary for the both of you.

“It’s beautiful,” you smiled, admiring way the sun glistened on the gently flowing river. You were so high up, the people on the ground looked like ants, scurrying along the pavement as they headed about their day. The apartment was huge, complete with 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a home cinema and a large kitchen. “It’s quite big, isn’t it?” You mused, wondering why he’d chosen such a huge place for just him.

“I thought maybe you could use one of the rooms,” Su-Bong smiled. “Maybe as a yoga room, or a library; whatever you want. I want this to be your home too.”

It had been 3 months since he’d told you his real name, 3 months since he bared his soul to you in a way he never had before. Life was starting to look up, and he desperately wanted to begin this new chapter with you.

“Do you mean that? Really?”

You took another look around, viewing the apartment again with different eyes. This would be your home too, the living room alone bigger than your current apartment. There was space for you to grow together, and Su-Bong had purposely picked out a place with multiple bedrooms. He hoped one day the apartment would be home to the family you made, tiny little feet pattering along the hardwood floors, maybe a pet dog who curled up on the sofa between you in the evenings.

“What do you say, Senorita?” He whispered, snaking his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his body, both of you watching the world go by down below you.

“Yes,” you smiled, reaching your hand up to touch the faded pink tips of his hair. “I’d like that very much.”

The papers were signed, and later that day you recieved the keys to your new place. Su-Bong wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve this luck, but life had taken such a huge turn since meeting you. He’d been signed to a new label, one who appreciated his new style of music. They took him seriously, really listening to his ideas and questions. He was slowly gaining a new legion of fans, ones who appreciated the softer, more mature genre of music he now made. You stood by him every step of the way, your unwavering belief in him still taking him by surprise. He’d started therapy, hoping to get to the underlying causes of his drug and alcohol issues. Some days were still tough, but he had so much to live for now; he’d be a fool to throw it away.

Su-Bong had been invited to attend an awards ceremony that night, to perform for a live crowd of 20,000, plus the audience watching from home. It would be his first concert performing sober, and as he got dressed, he struggled to zip up his jeans, his hands shaking.

“You look handsome,” you smiled, watching him from your position in the doorway. You could see he was struggling, could see that tonight was more than just a performance for him. It was the official launch of his rebrand, the first time he would be signing, not as Thanos, but as Choi Su-Bong, the man you’d fallen in love with. “Let me help you.” You helped him with his shirt, fixing his hair for him as he smiled down at you. His hands still shook, but you kept him anchored. He didn’t know what he’d do without you. You looked beautiful in that same pink dress you’d worn on your birthday, the one that brought him to his knees every time you put it on.

The venue was already swarming by the time you arrived. Cameras flashed, people screamed his name, and you held tightly onto his hand as your battled you way through the throng of paparazzi and fans. Su-Bong’s mouth was impossibly dry, his ears ringing with the screams, his eyes blinded by the flashes from the cameras. How the hell had he managed to do this before? He’d never been fazed by crowds, had relished in the chaos that came with them. The drugs had been his crutch, elevating him to a place where he didn’t feel fear and anxiety. But tonight, tonight he was terrified, the bile rising in his throat as he was shown to his dressing room. You didn’t let go of his hand as you walked, sensing his discomfort.

He wasn’t the only performer there tonight, and backstage was just as chaotic as outside. He recognised a lot of the other guests; he’d gotten high with a quite a few of them. Through the crowd, he spotted another familiar face. Someone who had clung to him for 3 years straight, always pushing a camera in his face to get a selfie to upload, always hanging around in the hopes of finding drugs and fame. Su-Bong realised with a mixture of guilt and shame that he’d never learned that man’s name, had never bothered to find out anything about him. He was clinging to another rapper now, some other poor soul whose life was dictated by a false persona. He felt the panic begin to rise, felt a tightening in his chest. Oh god, was he having a heart attack? Were all his years of substance abuse finally catching up to him? He gripped your hand tighter, clutching his chest with his free hand. You were less than 10 feet from his dressing room, he just had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

You knew something was wrong, had instantly seen the colour drain from his face. He was sweating, his skin looking almost wax-like.

“Su-Bong? What is it? What’s wrong?” You sat him down in a chair, grabbing a bottle of water and urging him to take a sip.

The room was spinning, the panic rising inside of him like a tidal wave. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus on anything properly.

“I think you’re having a panic attack,” you spoke softly. “I need you to take a sip of water and then I need you to focus on my face. Can you do that?”

Su-Bong forced himself to take a drink, to focus on your eyes, so filled with concerned.

“Take a deep breath for me,” you instructed, “and then let’s find ten things in this room that you can see.”

He forced himself to play along with what was clearly a distraction technique. He picked out a chair, a sofa, a pack of cookies among other things. He felt his heart rate slowly decrease, felt the rising sense of panic gradually ebb away. He’d never had a panic attack, had never felt so helpless and terrified in his life. It was like a really bad trip, a waking nightmare.

“Will you be ok?” you asked, as the two of you sat on the sofa, Su-Bong’s head on your chest. “If you don’t want to do this, we can go home.”

He almost said yes, almost retreated back to the safety of home, away from the cameras and the screaming fans. But he couldn’t do that. If he ran away, he’d be letting so many people down; he’d be letting himself down.

“No, I’m ok,” he assured you. “It was just, a lot of these people are from my past and it just got on top of me. I’m good though, I promise.”

He wasn’t sure how he made it out onto that stage, but somehow he did. He could see the bright pink of your dress in his peripheral vision as he sang, could see you standing backstage, mouthing along to words you knew just as well as he did. Everyone in the crowd was screaming his name, singing along to the words with you. He didn’t know why he’d been so scared, this was the greatest performance of his life.

He spun you around backstage after his set was done, smothering you in kisses as he held you close.

“Let’s go home,” he whispered to you. He’d been invited to the after party, but for once, Su-Bong wasn’t interested in partying. He wanted to unpack his furniture in his new place with you, wanted to climb into bed and hold you close. You were laughing as you made your way back to the dressing room, still on cloud 9 from the performance.

He stopped just short of the room, spying a figure standing outside the door. He hadn’t seen the man standing before him for almost 10 years, not since the night he left. He was older now, his face sagging and eyes jaundiced from years of alcohol abuse. The man in front of him, who had pushed young Su-Bong into a life of substance abuse in a desperate attempt to numb his pain, smiled at him as he approached.

“Son,” his dad smiled, holding out his arms to him. You stopped short, looking up at Su-Bong, your eyes wide.

“Dad,” was all he could say, his voice strangled and hoarse. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you son,” his dad said, head hanging in shame, although he wasn’t sure this man had ever felt shame in his life. “I need your help.”

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : While Chris and Matt Sturniolo are live streaming, Chris starts getting playful and teasing messages from Y/N, who is just downstairs in his room. The messages grow increasingly flirtatious until Y/N finally tells Chris to come downstairs. Intrigued and eager, Chris leaves Matt and heads to his room, where he is greeted by Y/N for a private and intimate encounter.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, watching as Matt and Chris banter and play games on the screen. I'm lying on Chris' bed, patiently waiting for them to wrap up their stream so I can have him all to myself. The room is dimly lit and the soft scent of Chris' cologne hangs in the air. I prop myself up on my elbow and continue to watch the screen, feeling a tingle of excitement at the thought of having some alone time with Chris soon.

The chat continues to fly by, filled with messages from fans and Chris' and Matt's reactions to them. As I watch the screen, I can't help but notice how good Chris looks, even through the pixilated video feed. His hair falls into his eyes as he laughs and his voice has a certain huskiness that I can't help but find sexy.

I switch from the twitch app to my messages, opening up Chris's chat. A smile spreads across my lips as I type out a message: “you look really good in black you know.”

I hit send and wait, feeling a flutter of anticipation. This live stream has been going on for a while now and I know Chris usually checks his phone during it.

I watch intently as Chris grabs his phone, undoubtedly to check for any new notifications. His eyes widen slightly as he sees the message from me, and a sly smile curves across his lips.

It's clear that he is trying to hold back a reaction for the livestream. His eyes dart around the room quickly, checking to see if Matt is paying attention.

I watch as Chris' fingers move quickly over the screen of his phone, typing out his reply: “you watching the live?”

He shoots a quick glance at the camera, making sure his facial expressions are in check. The subtle smirk on his lips betrays him though, revealing that he's excited to be texting me while on camera.

I quickly type back, my fingers moving almost as fast as my heartbeat: “yeah. you look good”

As I send the message, I can see Chris read it on the screen. He keeps his expression neutral, but I know he's feeling a rush of excitement.

My heart beats faster as an idea pops into my head. I decide to have a little fun with Chris, and type out a new message.

“can't stop thinking about you”

I hit send and watch, wondering how he'll respond with Matt right there next to him.

I can see the moment Chris reads my message. His eyes widen slightly and his lips part in surprise. He glances up at the camera, making sure that his expression doesn't give away what he's feeling.

He quickly types out a response, trying to keep it casual: “is that so?”

I grin as I type out a bold reply, feeling a rush of excitement at messing with Chris on camera.

“yeah, watching you right now is making me want to do things”

I send the message and watch as Chris reads it. His eyes widen, clearly surprised by my forwardness while he's on camera.

I watch as Chris reads my message, a mix of excitement and frustration playing across his handsome face. He quickly types out a message back, trying to maintain his cool.

“don't do this to me y/n”

He glances up at the camera, making sure his expression doesn't betray the effect my message is having on him.

I smirk as I read Chris' reply, feeling empowered by the effect I'm having on him. I type out another message, upping the ante even further:

“can't help but think of all the things I'd let you do to me rn”

I hit send and watch as Chris' eyes widen even more, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

Chris reads my message and lets out a low chuckle, clearly torn between wanting to respond to my flirting and having to keep up appearances on camera.

“behave yourself” he types back, his fingers flying over the keypad.

He glances up at the camera, realizing how close he is to losing his composure.

I grin as I see Chris' response. He's clearly struggling to keep his cool, but he's determined to maintain his public persona.

I can't resist sending one more message, determined to push him further:

“make me”

Chris reads my message and let's out a slow exhale, clearly struggling to keep his cool. It's clear that he's growing more turned on, but he's determined to maintain his composure with the livestream going on. His fingers fly over the keypad as he typess his response:

“you know I would, but I can't right now”

I can see the internal battle playing out across his face, his desire for me warring with his sense of responsibility to Matt and the stream.

I bite my lip as I start to type out a response, feeling a delicious sense of power over Chris.

“can't stop thinking about your lips on my skin”

I send the message and watch as Chris' eyes widen further, his composure starting to slip. His cheeks redden and his breaths become more shallow as he reads my message. He glances up at the camera again, hoping that his expression isn't betraying the effect I'm having on him.

I'm feeling bold now, knowing that I have Chris completely at my mercy. I type out another message, this one even more explicit than the last:

“imagining your hands all over me, touching me everywhere”

I hit send and watch as Chris' mouth falls open slightly, his eyes locked on the screen. He can't believe that I'm sending him these texts right now, with Matt sitting right next to him.

Matt suddenly pipes up, noticing that Chris is still staring at his phone. “Chris, get off your phone!”

Chris starts, looking up at Matt with a guilty expression. He quickly closes his phone and sets it aside, clearly embarrassed at getting caught by his brother.

He shoots a quick glance at the camera, a mix of frustration and desire in his eyes. He knows that I'm still able to see him through the screen.

Even though Chris isn't looking at his phone anymore, it keeps on vibrating in his pocket. With each buzz, he seems to grow more fidgety, clearly distracted by the dirty messages I'm sending him.

I can tell he's torn between wanting to read my messages and wanting to pay attention to the stream. I continue to send him text after text, describing in excruciating detail the things I want him to do to me. Every word feels like a challenge, testing his willpower and his commitment to staying on the stream.

As the stream goes on, Chris can't take it anymore. He reaches for his phone in his pocket and reads my most recent message:

“leave Matt and come downstairs for a bit please? I need you. now”

He reads the message, a mixture of desire and hesitation flashing across his face. He glances up at Matt, who is still focused on streaming, then back down at his phone. He doesn't want to just abandon the stream, but the lure of being with me is too strong.

Chris gets up and leans in close to Matt's ear, his voice dropping to a velvety whisper.

“I'll be right back.”

The viewers in the live chat go wild, clearly eager to see what's going to happen. Even Matt looks a little taken aback by Chris' tone.

Chris turns and walks out of Matt's room, making his way downstairs to his room. His steps are quick and purposeful, driven by the desire to be with me.

I look up from my phone as Chris enters the room, a smile spreading across my face at the sight of him. He looks flushed and flustered, his eyes darkened with desire. He closes the door behind him, shutting out the rest of the world and leaving us alone together.

Chris strides over to the bed and stands before me, his gaze burning with desire. He reaches down and cups my chin, tilting my face up towards him.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Without another word, he pulls me into a deep and hot kiss, his lips claiming mine with a possessive intensity.

I moan softly as Chris kisses me, my body responding instantly to his touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our mouths move together in a passionate dance. I can feel the heat of his desire, the need that he's been holding back during the livestream, finally breaking free.

As we kiss, my hands start to wander. I slide my hand under the hem of Chris' shirt, feeling the warm, hard muscles of his stomach. He inhales deeply at my touch, his skin prickling with goosebumps.

I run my fingers up and down his skin, tracing the planes of his abdomen and feeling his heart race under my touch.

As I explore his body with my hands, Chris can't hold back any longer. He takes control, gently pushing me back onto the bed and pinning me beneath him.

His body covers mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He gazes down at me, his eyes smoldering with desire.

Chris gazes down at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“You just couldn't wait after the stream, could you?” He asks, his voice dripping with desire. “You just had to pull me away.”

He leans down and starts to trail kisses along my neck, his lips and tongue teasing my skin.

Chris kisses his way down my neck and pauses to murmur into my ear.

“Think about all the Chris girls on that live that can't see me right now because you wanted me here, with you, like this,” he says, his voice husky and seductive. He nips at my earlobe, making me shudder in response.

Chris pulls back slightly and looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Now I'm gonna give you what you wanted,” he whispers, “and you better stay quiet.”

He leans in and captures my mouth in another deep kiss, silencing any protests or moans that might escape me.

I kiss him back, unable to resist the pull of his lips on mine. My body is already thrumming with desire, every inch of me desperate for his touch.

His hands roam over my body, caressing and teasing, leaving trails of heat wherever he touches. I arch up into him, wanting more, needing more.

“You're so beautiful,” Chris murmurs against my mouth, his lips moving over my jaw and down my neck. “So perfect.”

His hands find the hem of my shirt and start to tug it upwards, his fingers skimming over my skin as he exposes more and more of me.

I shiver under his touch, the feel of his hands on my skin sending shivers down my spine. I lift my arms willingly as he pulls my shirt over my head, leaving my upper body bare.

He gazes down at me with something like worship in his eyes, his hands smoothing over my skin as if he's memorising the feel of me.

Chris leans down and starts to kiss and nip at my jaw, his lips trailing down my neck and to my collarbone. He sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving behind little love bites that make me gasp and moan.

His hands continue their exploration, caressing my skin and leaving a trail of fire wherever they go. As he reaches my chest, he pauses, looking up at me with a devilish grin.

I let out a whimper as Chris kisses his way down my chest, his tongue tracing a path over my sensitive skin.

“Chris,” I whisper, my voice almost a moan. “Please.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. He knows what I'm asking for, what I'm begging for, and he's in no hurry to give it to me.

“Patience,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “I know what you want, but I'm going to make you wait for it.”

He continues his exploration, his hands and lips caressing and teasing everywhere but the places I crave his touch the most.

I writhe beneath him, desperate for some kind of release. Every touch of his mouth, every drag of his fingers, is like a sweet torture, building the tension coiled deep inside me until I feel like I might explode.

“Chris, please,” I gasp, my voice ragged with need. “I can't take it anymore.”

He lifts his head and looks down at me, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows how desperate I am, how helpless beneath his touch I've become.

Chris leans back, his gaze traveling down my body to where my sweatpants and underwear sit on my hips. He reaches out and hooks his fingers into my waistband, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Lift up,” he instructs, his voice rough with desire. “Up.”

I shiver as his hands move over my skin, the cool air hitting me as my clothes are removed. I lie bare before him, completely at his mercy.

Chris's eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of me. He looks like he wants to devour me, but he's holding himself back, determined to savor every moment.

He leans down once more, his lips and tongue trailing over my skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His hands move over my hips, gripping me tightly as he moves his mouth lower and lower, towards the place where I need him the most.

Chris's lips move from my stomach to my thighs, his mouth hot and wet against my skin. He nips and sucks at the sensitive flesh, leaving behind marks that I know will be there tomorrow.

Chris eagerly obliges, spreading my legs apart and burying his face between my thighs. His tongue expertly works on my most sensitive areas, eliciting moans and gasps from me. The heat in my body continues to build as the pleasure consumes me.

His fingers join his mouth, slowly pushing into me as his tongue swirls around my core. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear, and I find myself writhing beneath him, my hands gripping his hair tightly. The pressure inside me grows, coiling like a spring ready to snap.

“Oh god, Chris! Oh fuck!” I moan loudly, my voice echoing through the room as the pleasure becomes unbearable. My back arches off the bed, pushing my hips against his face as he eats me out with reckless abandon.

Chris pulls back just enough to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “Shh, baby. Keep it down.” His fingers continue to work their magic inside me as he returns his mouth to my clit, silencing any further sounds I might make with his tongue.

I hold onto his hair tightly, my fingers tangled in the strands as I struggle to keep quiet. The pressure in my body builds to a breaking point, my thighs trembling against his ears as he eats me out. I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moans, but it's no use.

As I get closer to the edge, my thighs involuntarily clamp shut around his head. Chris simply grips my thighs firmer, his strong hands prying them apart once more. He lifts his head just enough to growl, “Keep them open for me,”

My heart races at his command, and I immediately comply. Chris's tongue returns to my clit, now wetter than ever. He teases me with every swipe of his tongue, driving me wild with pleasure. It's barely a minute before I'm on the brink again.

“Chris... Fuck...” I whimper, my voice strained. He knows I'm close. He grips my thighs harder, his fingers digging into my flesh as he intensifies his efforts. His fingers thrust inside me, curving upwards to hit that spot that makes my eyes roll back.

Chris lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders, opening me wider to him. With this new angle, his tongue and fingers delve even deeper, and I can't hold back any longer. My body convulses as a powerful wave of sensation washes over me. “Chris!”

My legs shake violently against his shoulders as my orgasm rips through me. Chris laps up my cream, devouring every last drop. He doesn't stop until I'm limp and spent, my thighs quivering like leaves in the wind. Finally, he pulls away, his face glistening with my juices.

Chris leans over me, his face inches from mine. He looks into my eyes with a mischievous glint, his breath warm against my lips. “You need to learn how to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet,” he says, his voice low and commanding.

“Should I teach you how?”

I can't help myself. I reach up and pull Chris closer, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. My tongue darts out, tracing his bottom lip before delving into his mouth. “Please,”

I break the kiss to look up at Chris, my hands trembling as I reach for the hem of his shirt. I slowly lift it up, revealing his toned abdomen and chest. His skin is warm to the touch as I carefully remove the shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

I reach out and help him, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his boxers as I pull them down. Chris steps out of them, standing before me in all his glory. His erect member stands tall, the tip glistening with precum. I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the sight.

Chris's voice is firm as he says, “On the floor, now.” I obey, sliding off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He steps closer, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he begins to slowly stroke himself. “Open your mouth,” he commands.

I part my lips, my eyes fixed on his member as he guides it towards my mouth. He pushes the head past my lips, and I wrap my lips around the shaft, sucking gently as I look up at him. Chris groans, his hand still stroking himself as he watches me. “Good girl,”

He guides me, his hand on the back of my head as he slowly pushes more of his length into my mouth. I relax my jaw and take him deeper, the tip hitting the back of my throat. I gag a little but breathe through my nose and take more of him. “That's it, baby.”

Chris starts face-fucking me harder, his hands gripping my head as he holds me in place. I struggle to breathe, my nose pressed against his cock as he pounds my face. He pulls out just enough to growl, “Shut the fuck up,” before slamming back into my mouth.

Tears stream down my face as he silences me with his body, the sound of wet, gagging chokes filling the room. His pace quickens, his hips jackhammering as he hits the back of my throat over and over. “See how quiet you can be now?”

My eyes water, and spit dribbles down my chin as he ruthlessly face-fucks me. My arms flail, gripping his thighs for support as he destroys my mouth. The pressure in my head builds, and I feel lightheaded, but he doesn't stop. “Look at me,”

Chris hisses, his face contorted with pleasure as he stares down at me. I meet his gaze, tears clouding my vision as he continues to pound into my mouth. “So beautiful, taking it all so well. You're going to swallow every drop, understand?”

I nod, my nose pressed against his cock as he fucks my face brutally. He starts to thrust even harder, the head of his dick slamming against the back of my throat with each pump. I feel him swell, his balls tightening as he prepares to cum. “Fuck, I'm gonna—”

His body tenses for a moment before he erupts, the first spurt hitting the back of my throat. He groans, his entire body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. I struggle to swallow his cum, some escaping my lips and dribbling down my chin.

Chris slowly pulls out, his hand wiping the mess from my chin and smearing it across my lips. “Clean it up,” he growls, his eyes filled with satisfaction. I obediently lick my lips and suck his fingers clean, my gaze never leaving his face. “Good girl,” he praises.

Chris helps me back onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads my legs wide. He settles between them, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Now, I'll give you what you wanted.”

“I'm going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “You won't need to drag me back down here for a second round. I'll fuck you into oblivion, and you'll be too fucking exhausted to move.”

Chris thrusts forward, his cock filling me to the hilt. I cry out in pleasure as he begins to piston in and out of me, each stroke more intense than the last. His fingers dig into my hips as he takes what he wants.

My entire body quivers with each thrust, my back arching off the bed as he pounds into me. Each stroke sends a wave of pleasure crashing through me, my eyes fluttering closed as I succumb to the overwhelming sensations.

“Oh God, Chris,” I pant. “Don't stop.” His lips quirk upward in a smirk as he continues to pump his hips. The head of his cock rubs against my g-spot with each thrust, sending me spiraling deeper into bliss.

Chris drives his entire length inside me, bottoming out as his hips meet mine. He leans forward, his hands braced on either side of my head as he hovers above my face. His thumb reaches down between our joined bodies, expertly rubbing my swollen bud. “Look at me,” he demands.

“Stop...can't take it,” I gasp, my fingers tightening around his forearm as he continues to toy with my overstimulated nub. Tears stream down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat that beads on my skin. “Shh, baby. You can take it,” Chris murmurs.

Kissing my neck gently, Chris never misses a beat while thrusting his hips into me. His fingers continue to tease around my clit as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Each circle of his fingertips brings me closer to the edge of pleasure.

Keeping his promise, Chris thrusts himself in and out of me with forceful passion. The headboard hits the wall as he picks up the pace. I cry out his name, digging my nails into his back as I feel every inch of him filling me completely.

Chris thrusts harder, panting heavily as he looks at me with a mix of lust and amusement. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted to be fucked like a slut who can't wait until I'm done interacting with my fans?” He growls.

“You couldn't wait, could you? Had to have me now,” Chris hisses, his voice thick with desire. “Well, baby, you're gonna get it. I'm gonna pound into you until you can't walk straight.” His hands grip my hips tightly as he continues to thrust into me.

Chris's hips slap against mine, our bodies slick with sweat. He fucks me like he promised, mercilessly and without restraint. His dirty talk only fuels my pleasure.

I moan as Chris pounds into me, my voice reverberating off the walls of the room. Suddenly, he covers my mouth with his hand, silencing me. His thrusts become even more relentless as he takes me hard and deep.

Tears of pleasure stream down my face as Chris fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. He's so deep, hitting spots inside me that I never knew existed. My entire body shakes with each powerful thrust, his hand still covering my mouth to muffle my cries.

“You like that?” Chris grunts, his eyes locked onto mine as he continues to pound into me. “Can't scream, can't beg for more. You're helpless beneath me, taking everything I give you.” He growls possessively, his hips moving like a piston.

I nod frantically, unable to speak with Chris's hand covering my mouth. My pussy clenches around his cock as he continues to thrust deeply into me, each stroke driving me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

“Hopefully this teaches you patience,” Chris hisses, his hips slapping against mine. “Next time, you'll wait for me until I’m finished with whatever I’m doing, won't you?” His hand tightens over my mouth as he pounds into me harder, marking me as his. “Won't you?”

I whimper in agreement, my eyes rolling back as he continues to stretch and fill me. His face is inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. “Good girl,” he praises darkly, his voice laced with dominance.

Chris removes his hand from my mouth, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer. I cling to his back, my fingers digging into his skin as he continues to thrust into me with brutal intensity. My cries of passion fill the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding.

Chris reaches up and grabs both my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. Our intertwined fingers grip the sheets tightly as he continues to pound into me, his hips driving forward in a relentless rhythm. I'm helpless beneath him, completely at his mercy now. “Keep your hands there,”

he commands, his voice strained with exertion. I nod frantically, my hands remaining pinned above my head as he fucks me senseless. The position forces me to arch my back, pushing my breasts further into his chest with each thrust. The head of his dick slamming against my cervix with each thrust. The pressure builds in my core, signaling an impending orgasm, but Chris shows no signs of slowing down.

Chris leans down and kisses me passionately, his tongue sliding against mine in a dance that mirrors its lower half's rhythm. The dual sensation of his kiss and the punishing thrusts of his hips is almost too much to bear. I gasp into his mouth as the pressure in my core becomes unbearable.

Chris whispers against my lips, “Cum with me, baby.” The words send me over the edge, and my orgasm crashes over me like a wave. I scream into his mouth as my walls clench around his dick, squeezing him tight as the pleasure consumes me.

Chris leans his head against my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. “You did so good, baby,” he praises softly, his voice laced with affection. He continues to thrust into me slowly, drawing out the last remnants of our shared pleasure. “So. Damn. Good.”

Chris slowly pulls out, and a flood of liquid trickles down onto his bedsheets. He looks at the mess with a satisfied smirk. “Look at what you did to my bed,” he chuckles. “I'll clean it up later.”

Chris walks to the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp rag. He gently cleans me off, his touch tender as he wipes away the evidence of our passion. “There you go,” he murmurs, tossing the soiled cloth aside. “All clean.”

Chris gets up and changes back into his clothes, his movements calm and relaxed. He sits back on the bed “I should probably go back up now,” he says, standing up again.

I pout, wrapping my arms around myself as he prepares to leave. “You have to go back up there?” I ask sadly, wishing he could stay with me instead of returning to the live stream with Matt. He walks back to the bed and leans down to kiss me softly.

“I'm sorry, baby. I promise I'll make it up to you later,” he whispers, his hand cupping my cheek. “Matt's probably wondering where I am.” He kisses me once more before straightening up and heading for the door. “Stay in bed.”

After one last lingering look at me, Chris turns and heads out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

He takes a moment to compose himself, then heads back upstairs to Matt's room, silently praying that his brother won't notice the change in his appearance or demeanor.

As he enters Matt's room, Chris does his best to act nonchalant, trying to conceal the fact that he was just with me.

Matt looks up as he enters, his expression curious. “Where were you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Chris tries to act casual as he answers Matt's question, his mind still preoccupied bythoughts of what he just did with me.

“I was in the bathroom,” he replies, hoping that his voice doesn't betray his guilty conscience.

To cover his tracks, Chris decides to add a bit more detail to his story. “Then I got a bit hungry so I got a snack,” he says, hoping his excuses sound believable.

Chris sits back down in front of the camera, his mind still half-focused on me and the passion we'd just shared. He starts to read the chat, seeing that the viewers are all commenting on their excitement now that he's back.

He sees compliments and encouragement, everyone commenting on how they missed him and how glad they are that he's back.

He reads through the chat, replying to a few comments and trying to act casually while my scent still lingers on his clothes and skin.

It's hard to focus on the stream, his mind still consumed by thoughts of what just happened. But he tries his best to put on a good show for the viewers, laughing and joking with Matt like nothing unusual has happened.

Every so often, he glances up at the camera, wondering if anyone suspects how he's feeling. But the viewers are all too caught up in the stream to notice the slight flush of his cheeks or the way he keeps rubbing his neck.

I decide to join the live, curious to see how Chris is holding up after our earlier encounter.

As I watch the stream, I can see that Chris looks a little flushed and disheveled, his hair messier than usual and his clothes slightly askew. Despite this, he still looks incredibly attractive, the memory of our passionate moment written subtly across his face.

I watch the stream intently, my eyes fixed on Chris as rolls his head, his mouth falling open like if he was receiving head. Something about the sight of his exposed neck makes me shiver, and I can feel my desire starting to stir once more.

I quickly pull out my phone and type out a message: “god you look so good might have to go for a round two.”

After sending the message, I glance back up at the stream, watching as Chris's phone vibrates in his pocket. He reaches for it, pulling it out and seeing the notification from me.

His eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly scans the message, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He looks back up at the camera, trying to maintain his composure as he reads my message again.

He takes a moment to respond, typing out a message quickly but discreetly. “Don't tempt me,” he writes, his thumb hovering over the send button for a moment before pressing it.

I can't resist teasing him a bit more as I text back, my fingers flying across the screen. “Maybe the Chris girls can wait another few minutes, your main Chris girl needs that Chris dick badly.”

After reading my latest message, Chris chuckles and shakes his head, trying to keep his expression neutral so as not to arouse suspicion from Matt or the viewers. He quickly types out a response.

“I'll be down in a few minutes after we're done streaming, be patient baby.”

He sends the message and then puts his phone away, his mind now fully focused on the stream and trying to get through the remainder of it without letting on how eager he is to be with me again.



[zecretsanta]

To: @goggles-girl From: @juricha-art

Hello there! I ended up doing three out of four prompts, because I just couldn’t pick one!

The first prompt is “Little Akane get little Junpei in the class secret Santa and stresses about what to buy for him”. I saw this, and it just clicked — since she’s thinking about the boy she loves, plus it’s a school setting… then it’s shoujo time! I tried to make this one as cute as possible while still retaining some of that Akane signature edge and uneasiness with some references to the games (as well as another — pretty blatant one — to Spike Chunsoft’s roots). I also had this little story in my mind while working on this, which I’ve included below to accompany the artwork.

The second prompt was “Diana takes Phi to get a cute new winter/Christmas outfit as an attempt at mother-daughter bonding”. I drew them as going out shopping (notice the cat sweater in Diana’s bag). Diana wants to dress Phi in something cute and Phi doesn’t mind — she secretly likes it, and likes to see Diana happy even more. And the dress brings out her eyes so well, too. Diana’s hands are soft and warm on her shoulders. Maybe she really should dress more feminine.

And the third prompt was “Some kind of cute date between Seven and Lotus, preferably in the early days of their relationship, maybe Nona and Ennea catch them at the end of the date and tease Lotus”. This is my first time drawing both Lotus and Seven, and I don’t really like it, but oh well, at least I tried. This is their Christmas date and Nona and Ennea are teasing them with the mistletoe. The couple is a bit flustered (especially Seven), but neither one is opposed to what’s about to come…

I wish you luck, happiness and health in the upcoming year and hope that my art (and writing) will make your holidays a little bit brighter! Happy Holidays! ♥

The quiet backstreets of Tokyo were calm and sleepy during the day, disturbed only by a pinch of snowflakes lazily fluttering about, not really in a hurry to cover the ground up. The only thing that disturbed the lull was a pinkish purple and gray figure the excitedly rushed through the street, long brown hair flowing behind her. Then it was quiet once again.

That figure was Alkane Kurashiki — the schoolgirl, around ten years old. To an outsider, she might appear as a cute, prim and proper, ordinary middle schooler who loves hanging out with her friends after classes. However, she doesn’t have many friends and is more of an outcast at her school. Most of her classmates consider her a weirdo. But she doesn’t really care — what do they even know about her? They don’t know anything of her past. Of her pain. Of her tragedy. So why should she care about them? The only people she cares about deeply are her older brother, Aoi, who takes care of them both since their parents’ passing, and her only friend, Junpei Tenmyouji.

Junee. He’s the only one who doesn’t think her strange. He was the only one who cared enough to sit with her when she was all alone in a class. He laughs with her. He plays with her. He hangs out with her after school. He even tries to protect her from ant bullies that sometime try and pick on her. He’s so brave. So handsome. So kind. He’s, her hero. And today, she did the unthinkable:

She asked him to participate in her class’ Secret Santa event. And he agreed.

And now the girl was at a loss. What to do? She had to get him a present. But what would he like? She’d better check out the local stores for something special.

Brimming with excitement, the pink-and-purple comet dashed through their local shops, but each visit drained her of that gleeful energy. After visiting the last store on her way home, Akane was on the brink of tears. Everything that’s remotely caught her eye was too expensive — at least with the money she had on her right now. But she couldn’t show her despair to anyone — not even to her brother. So she gulped down her tears, ran a careless hand through her disheveled hair and opened their house’ front door.

The house felt lifeless and empty. Now that they were all alone, it felt way too big for the two teens to live in. But they persevered and tried to make up for all the loneliness as best as they could with their own cheer.

Her big brother‘s already returned home. He came to greet her from the kitchen with a rather dismayed look on his face:

"Where’ve you been, Akane? It’s already past four!"

The traitorous tears welled up in the girl’s amethystine eyes.

"I… I’m sorry, Aoi! I just…"

Before she could finish the sentence and bow to hide her tears, they’ve already started to travel down her flushed cheeks. Aoi gently took his sister by the hand and sat her on the couch it ne living room, plopping down beside her.

"So what’s happened, Kanny?" — inquired the boy. "I asked Jumpy to participate in the Secret Santa together, and he agreed…" "Isn’t that a good thing?" "Yes… But I don’t know what to get for him! I went through every shop I knew of… Everything is too expensive! And I don’t wanna get him just any old capsule toy or something: I wanna get something good…" — she sobbed.

An inexplicable expression touched upon Aoi’s face: a mix of joy, sadness and anger that he felt for his younger sibling was too deep to be expressed. He sighed, then went silent for a moment. Noticing Akane’s cautious eyes glancing up on him, the boy pulled his little sister closer in a half-hug and spoke:

"Do you remember that rabbit piggy bank I gave you a few years back? Don’t you have anything saved up in there?"

The young girl’s eyes lit up for a moment, then her expression darkened once more.

"Yeah, I do… But it’s too pretty to break!" — she replied glumly, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "You don’t have to break it — just pry the coins out with something like a knife. And then you can think of something depending on the amount of money you have."

The girl gasped, hugged her brother, then was gone. She first rushed into the kitchen to get a knife, then ran to her room. Gently cradling the porcelain bunny with pink flower cheeks in one arm, she whispered to it: "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Well, it might tickle a bit, but it wouldn’t hurt you. Promise," — then started to take out the coins with a knife she gripped tightly in the other. The blade glistened in the dusk, shining with the wielder’s thoughts and dreams. The porcelain rabbit looked as if it was a little worried, but still trusting his owner’s words. After about half an hour, the girl had a skirtful of coins which she the poured over onto her desk and started counting. After some more time, she silently rose up, then left her room.

"Aoi… I dunno what can I do with this… It’s more than I have on me, but still not enough…" — the girl did her best to hold back tears. "Well… You did say that you wanted to get him something good, didn’t you? How about you create something yourself? Maybe sew something — like that bunny keychain you made for my birthday? We can also bake cookies or make chocolate, if you want."

This time, the girl’s purple eyes shone not with sadness, but with admiration for her older brother.

"You’re a genius, Aoi! But… you know that I’m not the best at baking…" "Well, no time to learn like the present! Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Let’s go check what we have and you can go get the missing ingredients supplies with that money from your piggy bank. Deal?"

The girl nodded back and into the kitchen they went. Then, after rummaging through her supplies and carefully collecting every single coin, the comet was back in action, hurrying through the front door.

After seeing his sister off, Aoi went into the living room. There, on a small altar framed in black and white, against the center of the wall, stood two photo frames: a man and a woman. The boy kneeled in front of the altar. He stared intensely it the eyes of the two long gone, gripped his white hair — that once, before the tragedy, was darker than Akane’s — until the knuckles on his hands matched the hair. Then he clasped his face. And then he couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Why did you leave us?! — he asked the woman, Kanae Kurashiki. — Father was falsely accused, yes, but you?! Why did you even bring us here if you didn’t care about us at all?! Are you happy seeing us like this?!"

He clenched his teeth, knocking over the frame. Everything went quiet, disrupted only by the teen’s sobs. After a few minutes, conscious that his sister might return at any moment, Aoi gently picked up the frame and placed it back, his fingers lingering for a moment on the frame. Then he got up and went to wash his face as to not alert Akane to his momentary weakness. He was her guardian, after all.

On the appointed day, the usual comet blasted through her way to school, but now with a Santa’s hat on her head. She clutched a red packet close to her chest. She watched Junpei closely as he unwrapped the present he got. Inside, there was a small bag of homemade cookies and chocolates, and a plush doll that was both reminiscent of the hero from Junpei’s favorite role-playing game and of Junpei himself. The flustered boy looked up at his girl friend (who did her best to appear uninterested) and gave her a smile. She blushed and smiled back. In another classroom, Aoi smiled to himself at his little sister’s happiness and success. Everything will be alright.

[theburgessobserver]

Pt.2 MEET THE MONSTERS

“Are you awake Susan darling?”said a familiar voice.

“Derek!I had a nightmare, a terrible horrible nightmare that I was a hideous giantess.”

“Of course not," the voice said.”You're a very nice and handsome giantess.”

Or was it a dream?I cleared my eyes and my body was aching with pain and I saw Monger flying right in front of me in fact…“It wasn't a dream.” I realized,I felt utterly destroyed from this truth.I wanted to hide from this painful reality.

“Good News!Your time in solitary confinement is up!You're free to join the others!Oorah!”He said, hoping to cheer me up.

It was kinda relieving that I wouldn't be in one place in complete and utter solitude and finally get to talk to someone…then again that someone would be a hideous monster…And I was there,In solitary…alone,for days…at least I thought there were no clocks or skies to tell when it was day and night…time went by and I didnt have the slightest idea when was now or how long I was here.I was fed about three times a day I guess so i guess i was there about a week or so,they gave me oatmeal…I never really like it and this bulk army variation less.It was too dry and lumpy but I also got orange juice to balance it out.These were the loneliest days of my life…Id rather not even talk about them.

Monger and a trio of mini copters escorted me to the meeting room.Via the platform we went down with a level and then I was taken around the cells on my platform again.

This time I tried to look more closely. There were little people and little crates and all going about like ants in their antfill.

As we continued around, I saw many strange beings there…

I saw that buggy-scientist guy Dr…well something. At work he called out to me while playing with some toy bricks and building what looked like a toy brick variation of an atomic bomb.

“Aw Susan!You wouldn't happen to have some Uranium with you,I only need a little”I thought to myself that he must be joking no one would be that nutty.

The General did not: “Deny him his toy box privileges” he said to one of the guards.

“Yes Sir!”One of the guards replied via the walkie talkie.

Then I saw the Missing Link again. He was in his water tank lifting weights.

“Seven”

“Eight”

Then he noticed me and how I was looking at him.

“Nine Hundred Ninety Nine”

“One Thousand”

“Woah can't believe I did one thousand sets” he said trying to impress me and tossing away the weights,what was with him,did he think I didn't notice him till now?

This was some odd company I had here…but then again that should be expected.Because this place was built for monsters like- like- NO!I am not a monster, I am a normal girl who just by chance is stuck here!

We continued on…at times I looked at those strange beings despite not wanting to. They were hideous, they were odd,yet this morbid curiosity inside of me just forced me to just look at them.

Then I saw Grubzilla.

He was gigantic!Even in my view he was a giant…I shuddered in fear…just looking at him despite him not saying or doing anything scared me because after all he was a terrifying beast!All he was doing was looking at me… and then he roared and licked the glass as if he was trying to eat me!I was petrified.And to boot while I was a giant!But compared to this behemoth I was tiny…

While looking around I really started to see that the overall appearance of the prison was cold and sterile,with an eerie bluish cast from the fluorescent lights.

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“Well you're here you can meet your new colleagues.After all you're going to be here for quite some time,OOOrah”Monger said when escorting me into the meeting room. “Oh and one more thing Monger” added to me. “The Government wants to change your name to something new” like a name which we will address you now that you're well ...you know. ,I put in a good word for you so they gave you the chance to decide it.”

“But I don't want to change my name” I said in protest! “My name is Susan!That's it!Susan Murphy!”

“Look this is how it's gonna be…be glad you can choose your name okay?” Monger cut me off giving me a bit of a look of displeasure with my ungratefulness,but then again it was still a change nonetheless.

“Oh and breakfast has been served”Monger added

In the meeting room at first I was alone…just me…I felt alone,but then again maybe it was for the better. those freaks could be dangerous…especially Grubzilla that way he licked the glass…he must have been really craving for me.Speaking of eating I didn't feel the least bit hungry I lost my appetite along with any taste.

I went to have a closer look at the common room she saw a big chair and a big table built just for me “When some people want to really do something,they can do it really fast”I said to myself ,when realizing how hard it must have been to do it and in such a timeframe it did help to lift my spirits a bit.But then I sat there and looked around…this place was so bare,like yes the chair and table were nice but it just felt so basic and dull as if all the color was out of its life. “A carpet,a few paintings and some flowers would be nice,”I said, dreaming about it.I sat in it,It was cold and not very comfortable while I wanted to complain I realized a chair of this size must have been made from construction girders used for skyscrapers and this was a sad reality,that this was how it just is.

“Well,Good day to you Susan!”A familiar voice said.

I quickly stepped back and screamed in terror,but then promptly stopped,I really had to get used to this…

“Oh,I understand your fear.But you seem to have been getting more accustomed to here,as last time you tried to crush me,and you seem to be getting better!Good for you” .After all be taken away and locked up in a prison not allowed to even say goodbye to your family and friends.And then meet us terrifying creatures at the same time,It is no surprise you were scared." He congratulated me.

“It's so nice to see you you again,The buggman continued “maybe this time we can meet on better terms.Sorry about Link bothering you,he was just a little excited”

He seemed to be a kind and intelligent fellow.Maybe they all weren't that bad I thought to myself he was quite nice and charming.

“I think I should formally introduce myself. I am Dr. Jacques-Yves or “Cockroach” that's my new name but both work.And you are Susan we didn't meet on best terms last time so I think we can give it a go again.

While I was looking at him I noticed that my Breakfast was on the floor. “Why is it there?” I asked.

“Practicality as just having to build a system to lift it would be hard so it was decided that It would make the most sense for you to do it without assistance”.

“Yeah great!”I said in a sarcastic tone I just didn't feel like well…Susan.

The Army kinda had a point after all just building a mere chair was hard and expensive, it was the cold hard truth.

Speaking of the chair, when I wanted to move it,it stayed in place. I looked down and noticed it was bolted in place…this place really was bare-bones. I couldn't move in neared or further just sit,then I looked at the food when I put in in front of me

“Is this-” I began to say.

“Yes it's oatmeal!It is served to all personnel for breakfast.”Jacques said.

“Sigh” Oatmeal again,why did it have to be oatmeal?Just remembering how I used to have homemade marmalade and sweet tasty pancakes smothered in maple syrup and tea with sugar…ah those sweet memories.

I noticed that Link and the blob were there but that werewolf who I noticed last time wasn't.

Then Grubzilla came in and he was looking at me.I was panicking on the inside at least,I told myself internally “Surely he's fead and wouldn't eat me,right?''I looked at him with uncertainty.

I examined him,he was weird, he was bi-pedal and had some plates on what I assumed to be his tale,he was terrifyingly weird and scary.

The atmosphere was tense…

Suddenly Grubzilla reached out for me!

I was petrified in place!

His pincer arms caught me and took me!

“Oh no!NO!NO!NO!HE'S GOING TO EAT ME!!!”I screamed in terror.

He took me up and,and,and, and then he!…hugged me on his belly? I calmed down it was oddly relaxing.Quaint…he was trying to calm me.His fur was like feathers.They were so soft, I felt…lifted.I felt as If my Mother was hugging me when I was a little girl.I felt relaxed,calmed by him.It was so comforting of him.

“Just when I needed it”I said merrily.

“That means that he”likes you Link said

I rubbed his foot back and he happily stomped and then he purred,Like a cat but because of it being a creature of his size it couldn't really hear it but feel it.

I started wondering about grubbzilla and then I aksed Jacques.

“What,what even is he?”I asked,he was so odd his face kinda reminded me of a hamster. He had a tail and two big legs standing like a dinosaur,with four pincer-like arms and two antennas.

"He's a Giant mutated grub -Bombyx Mori to specify.Got Hit by radiation from Castle Bravo nuclear test in the pacific.Apart from growing he had a few other changes to his biology like the ability to shoot silk and his appearance changing quite a lot."

“He has a taste for Japanese Cities,Oh and his brain is still bug-sized" Jacques adeded sarcastically.

"Hey!Link said angrily Grubzilla wasn't actually attacking the city.He was teething on buildings since grubs don't have teeth and getting teeth was one of the side-effects."

“Wait, if he's from Japan why is he kept here?”I wondered.

“Because Dear Susan,this facility was made for such beings and it is the only real place of its type in the world!And there is an international agreement between the world governments to hide them here and assist with capturing them and denying them,which is also coupled with an agreement that other myths which do not disturbed the balance are to assistant in not being exposed.”

"How are you even like this?"I asked Dr.Jacques-Yves

“I am a brilliant scientist. While a little batty at times,I was quite normal.Until the day I tried my experiment with a machine which had the mutation enhancements of certain bug life to combine my genes and get the benefits. By test number 78 I was ready to have a go for it.It turned me into this hybrid mad genius.While it gave me the cockroaches ability to survive and the ability to walk on walls it came at a high price,I was half cockroach…and if that wasn't enough my after my transformations my mind shifted…it changed.I found myself no longer liking many things as I did before but liking things a bug would like.”

"How did you even end up here?"I asked him.

“Well I won't bore you, the change made me just lose myself,things just kinda happened.I was kind of out of control ,I tried to take over some countries the government was called in and I ended up here.”

“That over there missing Link Half-ape Half Fish.When explorers accidentally found him,scientists were sent to thaw him out.He immediately escaped and headed directly for the beaches which were his old watering home,went on a rampage,kidnapped several women and fought back and after a few actions Monger was sent and managed to bring him here.”

“That Blob is the Blob but we like to call him Bob.”

“He was created in an experiment with tomatoes and chemically altered ranch salad dressing. He is a creature of very little intellect but ,I must admit that he is by far the happiest of us. His blinding stupidity and mirthful ignorance just help him.He is a simpleton,but a happy simpleton.”

Well…this was interesting,.I thought to myself maybe they know something about this place I didn't. Any of them could tell me more about how this place goes,then an idea flew into my head!Maybe they allowed visits here…maybe I could see Mom and Dad and even Derek!

“Are there any visitors here,you know family or friends?I asked hopefully with a slight glint of hope in my eyes.”

“Family?To be truly honest Susan none of us really had any family.For instance I was always so busy and caught up in my work that I never truly had a family or even many friends. I was married to my work…yet even despite that I at times just seem to lack a certain something in my life as if I'm empty.”

“As for Link, his family and species died out many millennia ago leaving him alone in a world that moved on without him and he didn't have the best relation to women he kidnapped.He is truly a relic of a bygone era.”

"Bob is a result of an experiment so he had no real connection to anybody or anything.The closest thing he had was that he is part tomato but that's about it."

"Grubzilla never really had a family he was just hatched and left alone to his own devices, so he went on his own and had an adventure which led him here."

“But I have a Family!”I said, choking on my words “And i want to see them!”

I started to cry again

Link came up come on “Girly it isn't that bad give us a chance…and give me a chance im the tough guy after all”

“Link I think it would be best for you to Leave Susan alone,what she went through none of us did to be frank.”Jacques said to Link

“To be honest,we are the closest thing we ever had to a family.” Jacques added in.

“Any others here?”I asked, trying to get myself out of the gutter.

“Well yes but not all of them are as sociable as us…Some have been locked up for good and aren't even let into the meeting room.”

Really?Which?

“Well we have quite a few most aren't as friendly or sociable like us.That is why they usually stay permanently locked up in there cages as they would only cause trouble.We have all sorts of beings here thought to be mythical creatures A giant sea serpent,dragons,Harpies,Invisible Man.They were all caught either by Monger or governments with assistance from various other groups.”Jacques though back likely remembering the first meeting.

“There's also Beastman who is a werewolf. While he comes out he can only control himself in the day hours so his visits to the meeting room are often sporadic and limited.Hes quite charismatic and gentlemanly but can at night he is feral.He actually gave himself up to the government.”

This was so odd all these things that were supposed to be confined to imagination…they were all real and here.

“Susan dear?You wouldn't mind if I made a check on you?”

“It's fine…I guess.”

He ran some checks through his computer and other such ways. It was less embarrassing then in the lab I had to admit at least I was treated more like a person on a check-up rather than some oddity of nature that was being explored.

After a while Jacques said“This is oddly fascinating. Despite your size you seem to have abnormal strength and energy…”

“What energy?What strength?I don't feel powerful?I shouldn't even be here, I'm a normal girl”This was weird for me,and about to get weirder.

“Indeed,one of the most interesting ones I had the honor of knowing.

After re-examining his studies he looked at me.

“Hmm,your height is 15.214 meters 49 feet 11 inches,however your weight is not equal to your height.”

“My weight?”I added what was he rambling about?

“Exactly,you weigh less than twelve tons.You weigh merely 11.8 tons which is a quarter of what it should be at your proportions.You're amazingly light!”

“LIGHT!?”I screamed in shock and horror.

“I am as heavy as an elephant!”This was disgusting.Just the fact alone that I was as heavy as an elephant made me feel repulsed.

“A smidge heavier actually my dear.”He added "Remember you are far taller than an elephant.And the cube law which dictates if you increase somethings mass by a factor of two its mass increase by the cube…however in your case it seems as though your strength was cubed instead.How Lucky for you.And wait!There's more to you!Your cardiopulmonary system,your nervous system by any normal biological sense you defy all scientific logic!Whatever caused this would defy all laws of normal physics!But let's be honest you're not the only one to do that…But it is so monumentally fascinating!

“I dont get it…i was a normal girl and now im heavier that an elephant and disproportionately strong…”

“Of course you were!”He said soothingly.I looked at his odd face nervously and listened.

After a while Monger flew in?”Susan Murphy!Have you chosen your new name yet?!”Monger shouted he must have been busy,his temper was not good.

“No,I completely forgot sir.”It's just that i was just having a talk with some of the others here an-

“I get it,I can come back later and check if you got your new name,so long as you're happy with it”He said and left he is quite a busy man.

This Left me deep in thought she wanted to think of a name.

“I just need to think of a name,a name that best describes me,a name like…

Amazon Babe?Link proposed. “Big,Strong and Beautiful”he added.I layed down into a position

I shook my head. “No something else…delicate like a blossom,elegant like a ballerina.

Like bob?Bob the blob said.

“No youre bob!”Link said

“Oh yeah!I keep forgetting.Bob said rather brainlessly.

“Well you see it's not easy trying to be a woman,and a Giantess is even harder”

“I don't know” Link said “I never tried to be either”

“It's just when most imagine giants there are big and hairy monster.Dumb and masculine.”

How about Garganta,Ginormica…or……THE AMAZING COLOSSAL WOMAN!Link said

“You got that from a movie right?”I said in a lighter tone slightly chuckling to myself.

“You know it would be better if I were a Man,Men are always so strong and big and muscle bound.I need the name to be cute and delicate, while I weigh almost twelve tons and have over 20 foot long fell. It still doesn't mean i can't be gentle…”I said slowly thinking back on ideas for a name.

“So youre saying you need a name which shall be most fitting for yourself as with your form and with your personality in one.” Jacques-Yves said.

!Which would be the right name for it?MEGA-MAID?Monsterina?"

“How about Gaia?”Jacques replied he was done with his examinations of collected data and was paying me full attention.

"Well...I dont know"I said in uncertainty.

“She originates from Greek mythology.She is a giant,the personification of Earth and mother of all life.And the mother of the Titans,Cyclops and other giants”

“Gee,thanks Doc.But I think it's too vague like yeah she sounds good but the name just doesn't seem to fit me”I said after some deep thinking in my head.

Jacues-Yves went back deep into his thought and ended the silence with another well thought out suggestion.

“How about Titania?”

Now this sounded interesting, it did have that power and softness in it.It was by far the most fitting name so far.But it wasn't completely sold on it,but it sparked my interest.

That sounds interesting”

“Oh it is!”He said with a smile “It's from ancient classical Roman legend.It was the name given to the daughters of the Titans!”You might have heard of it sometime.He said looking proud of his suggestion.

No,I don't think so.Am I supposed to?I asked

The Queen of the Fairies in Shakespeare's Midsummer night's dream!So its fitting to represent both sides of you!

“That's great,...but I think it needs a bit of a change.Something just to deviate a little and make it inspired yet at the same time with a hint of familiarity Doc.”

Well let's think about it,meanwhile maybe we can talk about that Shakespearean classic!...you read it right?

“Well to be honest doc,I never read anything shakespeare.But I did see Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet with Derek.”I said abashed, my memories quickly came back.How she loved that movie and Derek did too it was such a romantic night…sigh…if only it were…if only it were.

You…never read Shakespeare?Jacques said in surprise. “I hope you don't mind me asking you this but where did you go to?”

“Well…I said, continuing to reminisce on my past. It was kinda normal standard school,not some school for gifted which you surely went to”

Actually my was fairly standard to Dr. Admitted “Not an extraordinary amount of geniuses there to be truthful”But they did force a few old classics into us students quite meticulously.

“Not by us.I think we did some Shakespeare in English,but I never was really interested in it.I remember only just something like First Folio and one thing about Fair is..well something”

Well then,First Folio is a compilation of 36 plays from Shakespeare whereas “Fair is Foul and Foul is fair”Is from Macbeth The power of unchecked ambition is the main theme of Macbeth and that sentence is one of the first in the entire book.

“Wow,you seem to know everything there is to know”I said he really was the smartest person I ever met.

“No,not at all!For instance I don't exactly how you grew to this size and how you defy so many laws of physics”

But I do seem to have quite an oddly good memory for such trivial things.

“I dont”I sighed. I had to admit I felt very ignorant dumb after that conversation with all things a bugman.

Then I remembered the name I thought about and thought about how to add that something to it.Than I came up with it!

I think I'll choose to call myself……TITANICA!

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RotM:MEET THE MONSTERS-Chapter II

“Are you awake Susan darling?”said a familiar voice.

“Derek!I had a nightmare, a terrible horrible nightmare that I was a hideous giantess.”

“Of course not," the voice said.”You're a very nice and handsome giantess.”

Or was it a dream?I cleared my eyes and my body was aching with pain and I saw Monger flying right in front of me in fact…“It wasn't a dream.” I realized,I felt utterly destroyed from this truth.I wanted to hide from this painful reality.

“Good News!Your time in solitary confinement is up!You're free to join the others!Oorah!”He said, hoping to cheer me up.

It was kinda relieving that I wouldn't be in one place in complete and utter solitude and finally get to talk to someone…then again that someone would be a hideous monster…And I was there,In solitary…alone,for days…at least I thought there were no clocks or skies to tell when it was day and night…time went by and I didnt have the slightest idea when was now or how long I was here.I was fed about three times a day I guess so i guess i was there about a week or so,they gave me oatmeal…I never really like it and this bulk army variation less.It was too dry and lumpy but I also got orange juice to balance it out.These were the loneliest days of my life…Id rather not even talk about them.

Monger and a trio of mini copters escorted me to the meeting room.Via the platform we went down with a level and then I was taken around the cells on my platform again.

This time I tried to look more closely. There were little people and little crates and all going about like ants in their antfill.

As we continued around, I saw many strange beings there…

I saw that buggy-scientist guy Dr…well something. At work he called out to me while playing with some toy bricks and building what looked like a toy brick variation of an atomic bomb.

“Aw Susan!You wouldn't happen to have some Uranium with you,I only need a little”I thought to myself that he must be joking no one would be that nutty.

The General did not: “Deny him his toy box privileges” he said to one of the guards.

“Yes Sir!”One of the guards replied via the walkie talkie.

Then I saw the Missing Link again. He was in his water tank lifting weights.

“Seven”

“Eight”

Then he noticed me and how I was looking at him.

“Nine Hundred Ninety Nine”

“One Thousand”

“Woah can't believe I did one thousand sets” he said trying to impress me and tossing away the weights,what was with him,did he think I didn't notice him till now?

This was some odd company I had here…but then again that should be expected.Because this place was built for monsters like- like- NO!I am not a monster, I am a normal girl who just by chance is stuck here!

We continued on…at times I looked at those strange beings despite not wanting to. They were hideous, they were odd,yet this morbid curiosity inside of me just forced me to just look at them.

Then I saw Grubzilla.

He was gigantic!Even in my view he was a giant…I shuddered in fear…just looking at him despite him not saying or doing anything scared me because after all he was a terrifying beast!All he was doing was looking at me… and then he roared and licked the glass as if he was trying to eat me!I was petrified.And to boot while I was a giant!But compared to this behemoth I was tiny…

While looking around I really started to see that the overall appearance of the prison was cold and sterile,with an eerie bluish cast from the fluorescent lights.

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“Well you're here you can meet your new colleagues.After all you're going to be here for quite some time,OOOrah”Monger said when escorting me into the meeting room. “Oh and one more thing Monger” added to me. “The Government wants to change your name to something new” like a name which we will address you now that you're well ...you know. ,I put in a good word for you so they gave you the chance to decide it.”

“But I don't want to change my name” I said in protest! “My name is Susan!That's it!Susan Murphy!”

“Look this is how it's gonna be…be glad you can choose your name okay?” Monger cut me off giving me a bit of a look of displeasure with my ungratefulness,but then again it was still a change nonetheless.

“Oh and breakfast has been served”Monger added

In the meeting room at first I was alone…just me…I felt alone,but then again maybe it was for the better. those freaks could be dangerous…especially Grubzilla that way he licked the glass…he must have been really craving for me.Speaking of eating I didn't feel the least bit hungry I lost my appetite along with any taste.

I went to have a closer look at the common room she saw a big chair and a big table built just for me “When some people want to really do something,they can do it really fast”I said to myself ,when realizing how hard it must have been to do it and in such a timeframe it did help to lift my spirits a bit.But then I sat there and looked around…this place was so bare,like yes the chair and table were nice but it just felt so basic and dull as if all the color was out of its life. “A carpet,a few paintings and some flowers would be nice,”I said, dreaming about it.I sat in it,It was cold and not very comfortable while I wanted to complain I realized a chair of this size must have been made from construction girders used for skyscrapers and this was a sad reality,that this was how it just is.

“Well,Good day to you Susan!”A familiar voice said.

I quickly stepped back and screamed in terror,but then promptly stopped,I really had to get used to this…

“Oh,I understand your fear.But you seem to have been getting more accustomed to here,as last time you tried to crush me,and you seem to be getting better!Good for you” .After all be taken away and locked up in a prison not allowed to even say goodbye to your family and friends.And then meet us terrifying creatures at the same time,It is no surprise you were scared." He congratulated me.

“It's so nice to see you you again,The buggman continued “maybe this time we can meet on better terms.Sorry about Link bothering you,he was just a little excited”

He seemed to be a kind and intelligent fellow.Maybe they all weren't that bad I thought to myself he was quite nice and charming.

“I think I should formally introduce myself. I am Dr. Jacques-Yves or “Cockroach” that's my new name but both work.And you are Susan we didn't meet on best terms last time so I think we can give it a go again.

While I was looking at him I noticed that my Breakfast was on the floor. “Why is it there?” I asked.

“Practicality as just having to build a system to lift it would be hard so it was decided that It would make the most sense for you to do it without assistance”.

“Yeah great!”I said in a sarcastic tone I just didn't feel like well…Susan.

The Army kinda had a point after all just building a mere chair was hard and expensive, it was the cold hard truth.

Speaking of the chair, when I wanted to move it,it stayed in place. I looked down and noticed it was bolted in place…this place really was bare-bones. I couldn't move in neared or further just sit,then I looked at the food when I put in in front of me

“Is this-” I began to say.

“Yes it's oatmeal!It is served to all personnel for breakfast.”Jacques said.

“Sigh” Oatmeal again,why did it have to be oatmeal?Just remembering how I used to have homemade marmalade and sweet tasty pancakes smothered in maple syrup and tea with sugar…ah those sweet memories.

I noticed that Link and the blob were there but that werewolf who I noticed last time wasn't.

Then Grubzilla came in and he was looking at me.I was panicking on the inside at least,I told myself internally “Surely he's fead and wouldn't eat me,right?''I looked at him with uncertainty.

I examined him,he was weird, he was bi-pedal and had some plates on what I assumed to be his tale,he was terrifyingly weird and scary.

The atmosphere was tense…

Suddenly Grubzilla reached out for me!

I was petrified in place!

His pincer arms caught me and took me!

“Oh no!NO!NO!NO!HE'S GOING TO EAT ME!!!”I screamed in terror.

He took me up and,and,and, and then he!…hugged me on his belly? I calmed down it was oddly relaxing.Quaint…he was trying to calm me.His fur was like feathers.They were so soft, I felt…lifted.I felt as If my Mother was hugging me when I was a little girl.I felt relaxed,calmed by him.It was so comforting of him.

“Just when I needed it”I said merrily.

“That means that he”likes you Link said

I rubbed his foot back and he happily stomped and then he purred,Like a cat but because of it being a creature of his size it couldn't really hear it but feel it.

I started wondering about grubbzilla and then I aksed Jacques.

“What,what even is he?”I asked,he was so odd his face kinda reminded me of a hamster. He had a tail and two big legs standing like a dinosaur,with four pincer-like arms and two antennas.

"He's a Giant mutated grub -Bombyx Mori to specify.Got Hit by radiation from Castle Bravo nuclear test in the pacific.Apart from growing he had a few other changes to his biology like the ability to shoot silk and his appearance changing quite a lot."

“He has a taste for Japanese Cities,Oh and his brain is still bug-sized" Jacques adeded sarcastically.

"Hey!Link said angrily Grubzilla wasn't actually attacking the city.He was teething on buildings since grubs don't have teeth and getting teeth was one of the side-effects."

“Wait, if he's from Japan why is he kept here?”I wondered.

“Because Dear Susan,this facility was made for such beings and it is the only real place of its type in the world!And there is an international agreement between the world governments to hide them here and assist with capturing them and denying them,which is also coupled with an agreement that other myths which do not disturbed the balance are to assistant in not being exposed.”

"How are you even like this?"I asked Dr.Jacques-Yves

“I am a brilliant scientist. While a little batty at times,I was quite normal.Until the day I tried my experiment with a machine which had the mutation enhancements of certain bug life to combine my genes and get the benefits. By test number 78 I was ready to have a go for it.It turned me into this hybrid mad genius.While it gave me the cockroaches ability to survive and the ability to walk on walls it came at a high price,I was half cockroach…and if that wasn't enough my after my transformations my mind shifted…it changed.I found myself no longer liking many things as I did before but liking things a bug would like.”

"How did you even end up here?"I asked him.

“Well I won't bore you, the change made me just lose myself,things just kinda happened.I was kind of out of control ,I tried to take over some countries the government was called in and I ended up here.”

“That over there missing Link Half-ape Half Fish.When explorers accidentally found him,scientists were sent to thaw him out.He immediately escaped and headed directly for the beaches which were his old watering home,went on a rampage,kidnapped several women and fought back and after a few actions Monger was sent and managed to bring him here.”

“That Blob is the Blob but we like to call him Bob.”

“He was created in an experiment with tomatoes and chemically altered ranch salad dressing. He is a creature of very little intellect but ,I must admit that he is by far the happiest of us. His blinding stupidity and mirthful ignorance just help him.He is a simpleton,but a happy simpleton.”

Well…this was interesting,.I thought to myself maybe they know something about this place I didn't. Any of them could tell me more about how this place goes,then an idea flew into my head!Maybe they allowed visits here…maybe I could see Mom and Dad and even Derek!

“Are there any visitors here,you know family or friends?I asked hopefully with a slight glint of hope in my eyes.”

“Family?To be truly honest Susan none of us really had any family.For instance I was always so busy and caught up in my work that I never truly had a family or even many friends. I was married to my work…yet even despite that I at times just seem to lack a certain something in my life as if I'm empty.”

“As for Link, his family and species died out many millennia ago leaving him alone in a world that moved on without him and he didn't have the best relation to women he kidnapped.He is truly a relic of a bygone era.”

"Bob is a result of an experiment so he had no real connection to anybody or anything.The closest thing he had was that he is part tomato but that's about it."

"Grubzilla never really had a family he was just hatched and left alone to his own devices, so he went on his own and had an adventure which led him here."

“But I have a Family!”I said, choking on my words “And i want to see them!”

I started to cry again

Link came up come on “Girly it isn't that bad give us a chance…and give me a chance im the tough guy after all”

“Link I think it would be best for you to Leave Susan alone,what she went through none of us did to be frank.”Jacques said to Link

“To be honest,we are the closest thing we ever had to a family.” Jacques added in.

“Any others here?”I asked, trying to get myself out of the gutter.

“Well yes but not all of them are as sociable as us…Some have been locked up for good and aren't even let into the meeting room.”

Really?Which?

“Well we have quite a few most aren't as friendly or sociable like us.That is why they usually stay permanently locked up in there cages as they would only cause trouble.We have all sorts of beings here thought to be mythical creatures A giant sea serpent,dragons,Harpies,Invisible Man.They were all caught either by Monger or governments with assistance from various other groups.”Jacques though back likely remembering the first meeting.

“There's also Beastman who is a werewolf. While he comes out he can only control himself in the day hours so his visits to the meeting room are often sporadic and limited.Hes quite charismatic and gentlemanly but can at night he is feral.He actually gave himself up to the government.”

This was so odd all these things that were supposed to be confined to imagination…they were all real and here.

“Susan dear?You wouldn't mind if I made a check on you?”

“It's fine…I guess.”

He ran some checks through his computer and other such ways. It was less embarrassing then in the lab I had to admit at least I was treated more like a person on a check-up rather than some oddity of nature that was being explored.

After a while Jacques said“This is oddly fascinating. Despite your size you seem to have abnormal strength and energy…”

“What energy?What strength?I don't feel powerful?I shouldn't even be here, I'm a normal girl”This was weird for me,and about to get weirder.

“Indeed,one of the most interesting ones I had the honor of knowing.

After re-examining his studies he looked at me.

“Hmm,your height is 15.214 meters 49 feet 11 inches,however your weight is not equal to your height.”

“My weight?”I added what was he rambling about?

“Exactly,you weigh less than twelve tons.You weigh merely 11.8 tons which is a quarter of what it should be at your proportions.You're amazingly light!”

“LIGHT!?”I screamed in shock and horror.

“I am as heavy as an elephant!”This was disgusting.Just the fact alone that I was as heavy as an elephant made me feel repulsed.

“A smidge heavier actually my dear.”He added "Remember you are far taller than an elephant.And the cube law which dictates if you increase somethings mass by a factor of two its mass increase by the cube…however in your case it seems as though your strength was cubed instead.How Lucky for you.And wait!There's more to you!Your cardiopulmonary system,your nervous system by any normal biological sense you defy all scientific logic!Whatever caused this would defy all laws of normal physics!But let's be honest you're not the only one to do that…But it is so monumentally fascinating!

“I dont get it…i was a normal girl and now im heavier that an elephant and disproportionately strong…”

“Of course you were!”He said soothingly.I looked at his odd face nervously and listened.

After a while Monger flew in?”Susan Murphy!Have you chosen your new name yet?!”Monger shouted he must have been busy,his temper was not good.

“No,I completely forgot sir.”It's just that i was just having a talk with some of the others here an-

“I get it,I can come back later and check if you got your new name,so long as you're happy with it”He said and left he is quite a busy man.

This Left me deep in thought she wanted to think of a name.

“I just need to think of a name,a name that best describes me,a name like…

Amazon Babe?Link proposed. “Big,Strong and Beautiful”he added.I layed down into a position

I shook my head. “No something else…delicate like a blossom,elegant like a ballerina.

Like bob?Bob the blob said.

“No youre bob!”Link said

“Oh yeah!I keep forgetting.Bob said rather brainlessly.

“Well you see it's not easy trying to be a woman,and a Giantess is even harder”

“I don't know” Link said “I never tried to be either”

“It's just when most imagine giants there are big and hairy monster.Dumb and masculine.”

How about Garganta,Ginormica…or……THE AMAZING COLOSSAL WOMAN!Link said

“You got that from a movie right?”I said in a lighter tone slightly chuckling to myself.

“You know it would be better if I were a Man,Men are always so strong and big and muscle bound.I need the name to be cute and delicate, while I weigh almost twelve tons and have over 20 foot long fell. It still doesn't mean i can't be gentle…”I said slowly thinking back on ideas for a name.

“So youre saying you need a name which shall be most fitting for yourself as with your form and with your personality in one.” Jacques-Yves said.

!Which would be the right name for it?MEGA-MAID?Monsterina?"

“How about Gaia?”Jacques replied he was done with his examinations of collected data and was paying me full attention.

"Well...I dont know"I said in uncertainty.

“She originates from Greek mythology.She is a giant,the personification of Earth and mother of all life.And the mother of the Titans,Cyclops and other giants”

“Gee,thanks Doc.But I think it's too vague like yeah she sounds good but the name just doesn't seem to fit me”I said after some deep thinking in my head.

Jacues-Yves went back deep into his thought and ended the silence with another well thought out suggestion.

“How about Titania?”

Now this sounded interesting, it did have that power and softness in it.It was by far the most fitting name so far.But it wasn't completely sold on it,but it sparked my interest.

That sounds interesting”

“Oh it is!”He said with a smile “It's from ancient classical Roman legend.It was the name given to the daughters of the Titans!”You might have heard of it sometime.He said looking proud of his suggestion.

No,I don't think so.Am I supposed to?I asked

The Queen of the Fairies in Shakespeare's Midsummer night's dream!So its fitting to represent both sides of you!

“That's great,...but I think it needs a bit of a change.Something just to deviate a little and make it inspired yet at the same time with a hint of familiarity Doc.”

Well let's think about it,meanwhile maybe we can talk about that Shakespearean classic!...you read it right?

“Well to be honest doc,I never read anything shakespeare.But I did see Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet with Derek.”I said abashed, my memories quickly came back.How she loved that movie and Derek did too it was such a romantic night…sigh…if only it were…if only it were.

You…never read Shakespeare?Jacques said in surprise. “I hope you don't mind me asking you this but where did you go to?”

“Well…I said, continuing to reminisce on my past. It was kinda normal standard school,not some school for gifted which you surely went to”

Actually my was fairly standard to Dr. Admitted “Not an extraordinary amount of geniuses there to be truthful”But they did force a few old classics into us students quite meticulously.

“Not by us.I think we did some Shakespeare in English,but I never was really interested in it.I remember only just something like First Folio and one thing about Fair is..well something”

Well then,First Folio is a compilation of 36 plays from Shakespeare whereas “Fair is Foul and Foul is fair”Is from Macbeth The power of unchecked ambition is the main theme of Macbeth and that sentence is one of the first in the entire book.

“Wow,you seem to know everything there is to know”I said he really was the smartest person I ever met.

“No,not at all!For instance I don't exactly how you grew to this size and how you defy so many laws of physics”

But I do seem to have quite an oddly good memory for such trivial things.

“I dont”I sighed. I had to admit I felt very ignorant dumb after that conversation with all things a bugman.

Then I remembered the name I thought about and thought about how to add that something to it.Than I came up with it!

I think I'll choose to call myself……TITANICA!

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[redemptioninchaos]

Aestas thought to go on a wild trip to a place she didn't visit often due to one fact alone; Too many people.

New York wasn't called the big apple for nothing, but she knew how rotten it could be, and how busy it was. Hell, if Aestas could have one kind word for it, it was an anthill with too many queen ants running the show.

But there was a lure to this place. Its own kind of energy, and the fact that even if it was expensive, it had good things to look over.

So, the frost vixen had gone in and for half the day, had enjoyed herself. That is, until some asshole. A badger, she believed? Tried to grab for her ass. He had that lecherous bored look on his face. Like he was doing it to either pass the time, or thought himself hot shit. Well. He didn't think himself hot shit when she grabbed his hand, froze it, and then snapped it off.

It took him a good, long moment to look at his broken stump of an arm. Then understandably, screaming his head off like a banshee. That was of course when a blue car, a Honda it was called she believed, stopped where she was, and she didn't know who this was, but the driver seemed to be here either for a reason, or had seen what she had done. So, she tapped on the driver seat window and smiled. "Excuse me hun, but would you mind helping me getting this dolt to the nearest hospital? I am sure that the pain, and the hospital bill alone, will service as a reminder to not touch a woman when she doesn't want it. That is, if they can get the arm back on." And said arm was in her other hand, and her smile was sickly sweet, her eyes, holding a hint of danger, but not quite malice. "I promise to pay you quite handsomely." She said as she smiled.

Being a cab driver, or anything similar, generally meant that one had to be prepared for random occurrences. In New York, one had to be ready for anything.

Yet when Sergio parked his car next to a guy who had just lost his hand, as well as the woman who allegedly cut his hand off, he couldn't say he was prepared for something like that. He'd taken bleeding passengers who'd just gotten shot, people who'd vomited before and after entering the car, and couples who treated his car like FauxTaxi. He thought he'd seen it all before meeting the vixen at his driver's side door.

The guy Sergio was supposed to pick up was the very badger who'd lost an arm. He looked at the arm in the vixen's hand, then the badger in agony, then the woman. There were about a thousand things going through his mind at once, but the promise of a handsome paycheck at the end of what would have been about a 10 minute drive was what sold him.

"Fuck it," he said to her. "Throw 'im in."

Sergio was a tabby tom with fur that was orange from the snout up, white from the snout down. He wore a purple hoodie and black skull cap, and he had striking purple eyes.

He doubted that the woman would actually pay him anything, but she didn't seem the type of person to challenge on, well, anything. He unlocked the car doors.

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JeanxOC / post canon / Attack on Titan ongoing / current word count: 50,822

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Jean,

My birthday is next week, just in case you forgot. So that means you have to write me a letter. I know you’re busy, and that explains why I haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks but it’s my birthday ! So you HAVE to write. And I’m telling you that so you know it and you can’t say something silly like “oh sorry I forgot”. Don’t be a boy about it. Just tell me happy birthday and then you can get back to your training. 

Look, I’m even keeping this letter short so you have extra time to write back.

I love you,

Edith

PS. Guess what Ada said to me yesterday? You won’t be able to, so I’ll tell you. She told me I put too much honey in my fritters. I’ve never been so insulted in my life. Don’t worry though, I left crumbs under her bed that will attract ants, just to get back at her.

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Happy birthday.

-Jean

PS. You’re a bit of a sadist, you know that right?

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Jean,

I can’t believe you wasted money on postage just to send that, but I guess it means you really are busy. 

Did you hear that Jacob Fischer and Matilda Weber got engaged last week? Ada thinks she’s too pretty for him but I think they’re just perfect for each other considering their favourite hobby is the same: tormenting me!!

Jacob’s mother has become a regular, so I have to deal with him all the time since he always comes with her. I swear he does it just so he can annoy me. Speaking of! Yesterday Matilda called me a “mousey little brat with a rat's nest for hair and a flat chest”. So I asked her: “Which am I then? A rat or a mouse?” ((I didn’t care for her comment about my chest size either, but I couldn’t argue that point so I left it be)). When I asked her that she told me I was also a know-it-all and then I said that it sounded like I had a really interesting personality and I would be fun at parties.

She said I needed to get better at comebacks.

But at least she left me alone. 

OH! Also Grim learned a new trick but it’s a surprise for when you see him again.

I love you,

Edith

PS. that’s rude

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You know she’s had a huge crush on him since we were ten, right? It’s not that surprising that they’d end up together. I think you’re just jealous.

You really do need to get better at comebacks.

I highly doubt you taught your mongrel anything. He can’t learn tricks. He’s a cat.

-Jean

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Jean,

Why in the world would I be jealous of anyone for being engaged to Jacob!! Gross!!!!! He smells like beef and always has dirt under his nails. I’m in love with you, which is obviously the superior option. 

Anyway, isn’t it crazy that you’re graduating so soon!? I think I might be more excited about this than you are, but I guess that’s a little bit silly to say considering how much work you’ve done over the last three years. I’d like to say that the time passed fast, but it didn’t. It passed so slowly, Jean. Painfully. Slowly. I wanted to claw my eyes out half the time. The waiting is over now though! 

You made #1 right? Then again, maybe you won't know the rankings yet when you get this letter. I bet you did though! They’d be idiots to give the position to anyone else.

I was chatting with Mrs. Geeve yesterday (her daughter was in the top ten a few years back, remember? Pretty much all of eastern Trost had heard her shouting for joy when she got the news!). Anyway, she was telling me that after Marie got her ranking, she’d moved to the interior within the week! I guess that means things are going to flip from going painfully slow, to extremely quickly for you. 

You better stop by in that week. I’ll hunt you down if you don’t!

Besides, I still owe you that pie. 

I can’t wait to see you in a military police uniform. I bet you’ll look handsome like you always do!

I love you,

Edith

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TROST, 850

Edith Prewitt slept in that morning. 

Perhaps, if she hadn’t, things would have ended differently. 

Perhaps, if she had awoken to Ada’s banshee-like yelling from downstairs like she normally did, things might have changed.

Perhaps, if she had left that morning to go to the market and went about her business like any other day, she wouldn't be alive at all. 

But the fact of the matter was that she had slept in, she hadn't woken to the sound of Ada’s yelling, and she didn’t visit the morning market. Therefore, unlike hundreds of citizens from the southern district of Trost: Edith Prewitt was still alive. 

She'd gone to bed the night before with a terrible cold. The kind of illness that left her head feeling as though it was padded with cotton and her limbs filled with lead. Her father, Markus, had rushed her off to bed early, urging her to get a good sleep so she could wake up feeling refreshed. 

And she did wake up feeling refreshed, quite refreshed, to the point that she was almost completely back to her usual self. 

It was a Thursday, which meant she was supposed to go to the market first thing; but since she'd slept in, Markus had sent her stepmother, Ada, in her place.

“How are you feeling?” Markus asked as his daughter slipped into her seat at the kitchen table. 

“I’m okay,” Edith said as a warm cup of tea with honey appeared in front of her, courtesy of her father. “Did Ada take my letter?” She asked.

Markus chuckled as he patted his daughter’s head. “She did.”

“Good.” Edith smiled before she took a sip of her tea. She wanted to make sure Jean got the letter she had written the afternoon before. This one in particular was important because it was the first letter that she hadn’t needed to send to the training base. Instead, it had been addressed to the military headquarters right there in Trost.

Jean had ranked 6th in his class, or at least that’s what Edith had heard from the group of gossiping mothers that had been at Prewitt’s Baked Goods, just the day before. With the confirmation that he’d made the top ten (although she still felt he deserved the #1 spot) Edith knew it wouldn’t be long before Jean packed up and headed for the interior, which meant it wouldn’t take long for her to be doing the same.

After all, even if Jean didn’t think it would happen, Edith was certain that eventually she’d end up in the interior with him.

They were meant to be together and that was just a fact.

The thought left Edith’s stomach flipping and her heart fluttering with giddy excitement. She hoped he’d stop by in the next few days, once graduation was done and he’d gotten his things packed. If she hadn’t been so sick, she would have already gone to visit him herself.

“Edith?” Markus asked, popping his head through the door that led from the bakery in front of their house, into their living space behind it.

“Hm?” She looked up from her tea, now snapped out of her thoughts and pulled back into reality.

“Would you mind helping me get some rolls into the oven? I have to start on orders.”

Edith nodded as she slipped out of her seat and entered the bakery. She grabbed an apron off of the hook on the wall and wrapped it around her waist before walking to the sink to wash her hands. Next to the bar of soap sat her father’s watch, an old family heirloom that he never took off unless he was rolling out dough. She smiled as she looked at the watch, not needing to touch it to know exactly how the worn leather felt. The delicate golden decor on the watch’s face. The small crack against the glass that made it a little difficult to see where the minute hand was pointing whenever it was between half past and a quarter too.

He’d always said he would get around to having the glass replaced; but for now, he felt it gave the watch character, although Edith knew the truth was just that they couldn't afford to spend money on something so frivolous.

With her hands now washed, Edith dried them before she grabbed her father’s watch and put it into the left pocket of her apron. She knew for a fact that he would finish baking and then complain about not being able to find it, even though he always left it by the sink. At this point, it was easier if she just kept it for him so she could immediately give it back.

Edith turned around to grab a tray for the rolls and made her way to the front of the bakery.

“Thank you for stopping by.” Her father smiled at the customer, a pretty young lady who smiled back as she took the bag of pastries she’d just purchased.

Edith’s eyes fell to the bracelet on her wrist. A delicate-looking piece of jewelry with a subtle silver chain and bright blue beads. It looked expensive and Edith stopped herself before she could let the jealousy seep in. Still, she couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to, one day, have pretty things like that too…

The lady exited the shop and Edith turned to her father. “Did Mrs. Muller already stop by to-”

Edith’s sentence was cut off by a rumble so loud that caused a picture hanging on the wall across from her to slip off its hook and crash against the floor. 

The sound of grinding stone. Falling debris. A scream, followed by several more.

And then the loud, panicked, ringing of a bell.

The alarm bell of Trost military headquarters.

“TITANS!!!!” Someone screamed from the street outside. “THEY’VE BREACHED THE WALL! THEY’RE GOING TO GET IN!! THE TITANS ARE GOING TO GET IN!!!!”

Edith’s whole world froze.

It had to be a trick, right? Some messed up practical joke that everyone was in on but her. 

It didn’t feel real. Not the people running through the streets. Not the screaming. Not the way her father grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, attempting to snap her out of her daze. 

It was a Thursday, she was supposed to go to the market.

…it was a Thursday…

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[drewoclock]

Tell Your Life Story

Originally published April 11th, 2013

I was born on November 13th, 1993 to my mom and my dad.  We lived in an apartment for a while until my sister was born three years later.  Then we moved to a small house.  And then a less small house.  I used to write stories all the time on copy paper and make illustrations for them.

I was the troublemaker at school and it always got my parents yelling at me.  You’d think that would mean I was the cool kid but—nope.  I was the weird kid.  I did not make friends easily.  I wasn’t bullied or anything, but I was left alone.  Very alone.

I was lucky enough to have my neighborhood friends.  There were seven of us and we knew how to have fun.  We’d travel places when we could but usually, we created a world of entertainment just in the back yard.  We had a couple cheap cameras at our disposal and we filmed things frequently.  It was all entirely improvised and—admittedly, our improvisation does not hold up today, but it was so much fun.  

As much as I loved filming then, I wasn’t serious about it.  I was set on being an artist.  I stood out in all my art classes.  When middle school hit, I fell in love with Pixar, a production company that involved both filmmaking and art.  I was a huge fan and very vocal about it.

Eighth grade is where hormones became a thing.  I was fat and very short at the time and started to feel very bad about it until luckily, I grew a little bit and became skinny.  I also started to get some body hair, which made me feel all handsome and manly.  I also skipped a haircut and developed a shaggy head of hair, which has become a sort of iconic hairstyle for me.  

My troublemaking days were (mostly) behind me and my eccentric personality managed to attract a good chunk of friends, even a girlfriend.  She was an awesome girlfriend, too.  It was also the first year I got involved with drama club and the first year I started songwriting.

Meanwhile, the neighborhood gang had shortened itself to just three of us: Me and two brothers, Dan and Steve.  But we were still filming, and with a less cheap camera.  It was around this time that I had a crazy idea.  I had been following YouTube for a while and was fascinated by it, but it had never occurred to put my videos on it.  I thought “Why not?”

My parents had different thoughts.  They were very strict at that time and it took me a whole year to convince them to let me make a YouTube channel (which I couldn’t do without signing a very detailed contract).  But I made the channel and right away, we began uploading things.

In ninth grade, a funny little contest came along to write a song about math.  It was a lame contest and I thought it’d be funny to make a full-blown music video for it.  I actually wound up committing to it and to my astonishment, it wound up getting one million views within a month.  It was the crazy story of fame I had only dreamed about, and it happened.  I was on the news and all sorts of nutty stuff.  It definitely violated my YouTube contract, but my parents didn’t seem to care anymore.

With all this attention, I started to feel I had to up the ante.  I really wanted to focus on making quality videos and decided not to upload just anything anymore.  I began focusing as much as I could on what it took to be a successful videomaker.  I did this for years.

I also joined the high school drama club where I met my great pal Nick.  It was like no club I had ever been to before.  I really felt like I was part of a second amazing family.  It was an amazing experience full of vibrant people and personal growth that left a huge impact on me.  Apparently I turned out to be a pretty good actor, too.  I landed a leading dramatic role my junior year.  The same year I got into another relationship.

Over the years I began developing other talents.  I really honed my storytelling and songwriting.  I started to sing which I had never imagined doing, and I was kind of good at it.  I stopped doing art as much, which had been my career path for the longest time.  I decided that I didn’t want to limit my career to one thing, but that I wanted to do everything I loved.  But college was around the corner and I had to pick a major.  I decided film was the best education I could get.

Senior year was just as great as the rest of high school.  I began getting into clothes and language more.  I landed two leading roles.  I was still dating.  I had become a pretty smart person—and I was rejected by seven of the colleges I applied to, leaving only my bottom choice.  I felt miserable about it.  On the day I graduated, I felt very sad.  I was leaving behind a place where I had managed to find a lot of happiness.  In the same weekend, my driving test that I had prepared for extensively was postponed for a month, Pixar put out their first terrible movie, and my girlfriend of seventeen months dumped me.

I had a summer job with a guy who does local commercials but I did not feel very happy.  I went to college for a year in New Jersey where I had a lot of trouble fitting in.  I gained a lot of weight and grew to dislike the way I looked.

The next year hit and I went to school locally, living in my new very big house away from my neighborhood friends.  The commercial guy wasn’t giving me work and I couldn’t get a job anywhere, not even as a hotel maid.  The buzz on my math video finally started dying out.  I found myself spending most of my weeks alone in my house watching movies.  A golden age had ended.

But 2013 has shown signs of hope.  My attention to exercise and nutrition has helped me lose a lot of the weight I gained.  I got accepted to Syracuse, a college I want to go to.  I learned how to use my own professional filmmaking equipment.  I’m nearly finished making websites for all the creative stuff I do.

Maybe there’s a new age on the way.  Maybe I’ll get an audience that likes me for more than one video.  Maybe I’ll get involved in communities where I feel at home.  Maybe I’ll find a way to have as much fun as I did in the backyard.  Maybe I’ll get a good job.  Maybe someone will find me attractive.  Maybe I’ll be way cool.  Or you know, maybe I’ll die in a second.  

Nope, not dead.  There must be hope.

[sonderrow]

Just a long ass and so average sounding introduction.

“Hey dude, what’s up? You look as smooth as a goddamn baby, did you had an office job and decided to 9/11 your building?”

The first time Archer met Jael, under the alias James, was when he was assigned his cell. In a close security prison. Immediately, he was greeted. A good sign compared to ignorance or worst… but Archer couldn’t have cared less. He was above this, and would be out in no problem. He had no rules to follow, and it was his choice to behave, as to make everything smooth for himself. He gave a polite greeting.

“What’s the fancy getup, missus? You look ready for prom.” Jael looked at the businessman up and down, noticing the proper, slicked back haircut and the uniform put on as cleanly as possible.

Archer gave a silent, disapproval look and set up his things at the bottom of the bunk bed. Immediately laying down. The rest was spent with no sound… or so the young man wished. Jael immediately yelled at the top of his lungs, and multiple voices joined in what Archer could only associate to apes mindlessly crying out in their cage. Disgust filled his throat, nearly causing nausea. He had to hold on, because those years were already starting to feel like an eternity.

Due to his uncomfortable sleep, Archer’s clothes were still wrinkled when he woke up, having fallen asleep before undressing. He felt as if he’d need to be a cat and nap all day… but he couldn’t, not with all those ants in his limbs screaming to destroy everything in sight out of frustration. Frustration to not be sitted at a table, a glass of mint milk and a clean line of powder while he’d plot to get out of the shithole the backstabbing public cursed into him.

Getting imprisoned was a casualty. A fucking casualty that could have been avoided. And he of all the assholes in this shithole of a corporates had to take it. Because he was so high, always aiming to not shine too much, but looked like he was unable to. Archer could only assume sex was what pushed people against him; charm and charisma apparently won over, maybe, all those big Hollywood shaped men. All those brown haired and tall, square jawline who dressed the same and talked the same.

And he was never interested by those stupid bitches who could only think with the hole between their thighs.

The trouble was palpable during meals. There Archer was. Back in middle school, with burly men who could only listen to their dick instead of little nuisances. Sharp looks were given, and the raven internally threw up, feeling sick. Not the kind which made you wobbly, the type which was about to make a vein pop in your goddamn forehead; he was impatient, for he was never patient. He needed something to forget, to pass time when in a slowburn plan, yet there was no silence, no clean place, all eyes on him at all time and this endless noise like millions of pans were clanked at his dying eardrums.

Sitting down alone, Archer caught Jael’s eyes, but immediately looked away, actually disappointed to have made any sort of interaction with someone whose appearance nearly made the businessman ashamed to put his eye upon him. Unkept hair and thrown around clothes, badly shaved beard atop this rugged look which only made the word dirt in the raven’s man. He was all smile and looked so comfortable it felt like he took this place like some youth association. Acting like a fucking jock on campus amidst his pals, comparing cock size when some niglet or beaner would look the wrong angle.

A stereotypically “handsome” man too who surely had it all so easy, Archer hated those. No matter what shit this man went through, he had the kind of shallow easy start stupid people gave pretty faces. Another Hollywood shit, because you couldn’t get rid of them; everyone all over the world was this retarded.

While Archer would like to kill his time in the library, his animosity had him walk out outside during free time, eyeing the watchtowers and wondering if someone was paid to shoot him under whatever dumb, covered up reason. Instead, trouble didn’t come from guards, but from his peers. After the initial whispering of his sudden appearance, Archer was immediately pushed around. Only this time kids don’t just push hard; those are grown adults who’d love to see his clean flesh turn blue. His surroundings smelled increasingly more of sweat, cheap stogs, sneaked booze, marijuana and so on, turning into a disgusting scent of heavy gruel vomit. Men of different groups standing tall while chewing some colourful ape-like speech. Burrheads, tacoheads, gweilos… didn’t matter, it was known; nobody likes a child abuser. And dropped charges or not, dunces didn’t care. Archer didn’t actually think of it, how the smell seemed constant. Unescapable. Just like all this crap he had no refuge within to just sleep well.

“Oh! Look, this twinkie think’ he’s smart.”

He didn’t waver, keeping his chin high, a piercing gaze, his elegant dignity clashing with the rest; white collar criminals weren’t supposed to be here, after all. He was special. A special kind of both scapegoat and the guiltiest and luckiest inmate at the same exact time. He didn’t feel small, at all. And he didn’t need to waste breath on some mean girls bitching. Archer was meeting their height without problem, and despite his slender build, those apes muscles didn’t intimidate him the slightest; muscles didn’t matter in this world. Only at its lowest. And his intellect never fell so low as to really think a punch could bring anything. There was no question how much, much more important he was. For way, way, way more was at stake than his little person being incarcerated… however, he was still human. Archer’s eyes widened when he was poked to the chest, so hard it cut his breath, but people were quickly spread when a guard blew his whistle, stationed ones ready to snipe if violence was about to break.

It didn’t matter to Archer. It was jealousy. He had so much power. And if he stood tall and kept doing what he always did, they’d follow. Even stupidities like those goons thrown in this hole by higher ups could respect him, with time. It was like Archer always did; power is in your charisma, attitude. Something you’re born with and then groomed, sharpened. Even in the lowest slums of illegal racing, he’d shine through and have women at his feet. Cars were gifted to him like pocket change just so he could remember someone’s name… there was no way these men wouldn’t fall for the most basic of humanity: power and greed.

He didn’t know how much his usual so high standard underestimated the first one, both that is and to be.

[skellinore]

How The Heck Do You Talk In Emojis?

My comfort ship.

MY POWER COUPLE.

Slenderman and Zalgo.

I really do this love this ship.

I always find it funny when people draw or write about them as enemies, mostly because Zalgo is a very powerful and unkillable being.

There is actually no way to kill him, and any possible way to kill him is just a theory and not possible.

So why someone as smart as Slenderman would have beef with someone who could kill him with just the snap of his fingers just baffles me.

Slenderman would not be foolish enough to mess with Zalgo.

Just think about it, not even you, a puny tiny, insiginfcant human being would start a fight, even less a war against Zalgo.

It's just stupid, that's like one tiny ant trying to kill you, you just crush it and move on with your life.

I'm sorry, I'm ranting.

I remember a time when I used to ship these two as a joke, but here I am, actually shipping these two, making an whole entire AU about them, even making...

Making what, you ask.

That'll be for another drawing.

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You know, this drawing was supposed to be quick and funny.

But then I kept adding detail.

Someone please take my drawing tablet away from me.

Also there's a colouring mistake on this drawing, if anyone finds it.

Don't say anything, or so help me.

>:[

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BUT YEAH, I gave Zalgo and Slender a redesign!

I wanted Slender to be heavily inspired by his father, so his clothing is more similar to his, so you'll see me draw Slender not in a suit and tie.

I know, I know.

I hear you crying and wailing in the background.

This is my AU.

THE SUIT GOES!

But don't worry, I'll still draw him in some suits.

Zalgo got an upgrade on his armor and more jewelry and makeup.

Compare the new design to his old one, you'll find the new one better.

>:3

Don't worry, I'm not getting rid of his tail and wings, I just didn't want to draw them in this piece.

BUT ANYWAYS.

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Onto the head-canons between these married couple!

1.) Zalgo is one of many if not the only being to bond with a Faceless Demon. The reason for this is because Faceless Demons are very strict and have many laws which seem crazy to many demons and humans alike. There's tons of request orders to date someone, even let alone marry. Even then Faceless Demons don't accept "outside" marriages. Luckily enough, Slender's father is the king of their people. Another thing to note is that Faceless Demons find Slender's husband, Zalgo disgusting in looks and mannerisms. Faceless demons love and fawn over snow white skin and lack of eyes and mouths. But to Slender, Zalgo is the most handsome thing he ever saw, he just loves getting lost in his eyes, loves taking in every detail, loves how silly and chaotic he is, just everything about Zalgo, he loves.

2.) Slender likes grabbing a hold of Zalgo's horns, "love handles" is what Slender calls them. Zalgo does not mind them grabbing his horns, considering they'll never break off, and neither does it hurt him, as a matter of fact, Zalgo enjoys being pulled around by the horns. Considering that Slender is shorter than him so it's cute to watch Slender strech his arms to reach his horns.

3.) Zalgo is very rich, and by very rich I mean extremly wealthy. So is Slender, considering that both of them are princes, but Zalgo loves spending his money by spoiling his husband. Zalgo will often buy them jewerly, clothes, the finest of wines, even anything that Slender lays eyes upon anything in store shop windows. But how Slender spoils Zalgo is through his stomach, and boy does Slender love to cook for him and his many mouths, and everytime Slender does cook for him, Zalgo just melts in his arms.

4.) Slender's siblings, Splendor, Trender, and Markus don't really like Zalgo, not because of what he looks like, but what he does and how he acts towards them. However they act like they like him in front of their brother, Slender. Zalgo knows this and torments them, by going into heavy detail about what he does to their brother. He finds it fun, but Zalgo also plays tricks on them. If they weren't related to Slender, or if Slender didn't like his siblings, Zalgo would've killed them a long time ago.

5.) These two go on a lot of cute dates, all planned by Zalgo of course. One time Slender planned this cool date on Zalgo's fancy yacht. Slender knows how much Zalgo is into pirates, so Slendy spent a long time decorating Zalgo's ship to look like an old human pirate ship, especially the inside, complete with a jail cell, a treasure chest filled with gold and jewelry, etc. Then they went on sailing into the cursed seas in Hell, where demon pirates still roam. Zalgo got to be the captain, and Slender got to be his first mate! Zalgo was beyond happy, to this day, Zalgo has been trying to one-up that date ever since.

[theficblog]

IT HURTS

LEE JENO

Prologue: Yours was the hottest boy at school. You were too ecstatic to ask him out to the prom.

Genre: Angst + Highschool AU

Wordcount: 1,336

Prompts: “Is that what you call an apology” + “It was all just a game for you, wasn’t it?”

Warnings: Language + Heartbreak + Humiliation + Crying

Lee Jeno. The hottest guy at your highschool, or maybe of all the highschools the city had to offer. He was blessed with beauty. Deep dark black hair that appeared so luscious, so immaculate, not even a single strand of hair was out of place. Eyes of that burnt brown shade, still like the ocean, so captivating as if he could hypnotise the ones that dared to make eye contact with him. His smile alone could successfully make the heart pump at double the average rate.

Not only was Jeno handsome, but also rich, and it was never once that a good face and a full wallet failed to offer a person some popularity. He enjoyed massive popularity. Oh! To be invited to Jeno’s parties! Oh! To earn a smile from him! These were all privileges, not rights.

Jeno perfectly mastered the art of making people swoon.

It was a given that all the girls at school were heads over heels for him. It was almost like a competition between them, a harsh one, to get themselves noticed by him. They could call themselves lucky, for Jeno was totally into it. The king of hearts was also a player of hearts, an absolute ace. If you were not fortunate enough to call him yours for a long time, he could at least promise you it for one night.

It was about two months back, your first ever conversation with him. "Y/N from the third class, right?" You were astonished, The Lee Jeno himself initiated a talk with you. Of course! You could not resist his attractiveness.

"Yes." You replied confidently.

"I think I’m interested in you." He gave it away all at once, making you freeze on the spot. It could not be real.

Since then, it had been what one could call a relationship, well, for you at least, it was a relationship. You started to get involved with his circle of friends, all of whom were like him. Birds of a feather, flock together, they say. It became common for the two of you to be naturally stuck together. During the recesses, after school got over, and not to mention the fact that he inculcated the habit of bunking lessons in you. There were also times he bought you gifts, flaunting his riches. "That’s just my way of showing affection."

Back to the present time, the school prom was in a month or less. Everyone was thrilled at the thought of it. Excited, restless, as if they had got ants in their pants. Preparations started to be made, girls from your class were already finalising dresses and makeups. Asking out was an everyday affair, some were fortunate, others were not so fortunate.

You, too, were going to officially ask Jeno out to be your prom date, he was your boyfriend after all, maybe he was too cool to give damns about proms, so you took the matter into your own hands.

Everything was going just the way you planned it to be. The golden balloons were magnated perfectly to the ceiling, with silver threads hanging and each one attached with a personalised note. The flower petals carpeted the floor gracefully. The banner, for which you stayed up all night was now in it’s final stage. "JENO LEE WILL YOU GO TO THE PROM WITH ME?" It read in all bold capital letters. There was a mob gathered, after all, it was about him. You impatiently waited for Jeno near his locker, holding a rose in your hands.

"There he is!" "Oh my gosh will he say yes" "Go Jeno!" "Oof he’s hot" "Stop talking" The mumblings started as soon as he entered. There he was standing, a blue, velvet jacket thrown over a white tee, studded with jewelry.

You straightened up your posture, wearing a dainty smile, trying to get yourself comfortable in that little sheath dress, which you would never wear if it were not for this day.

"Jen-" you could barely finish your sentence.

"Y/N" he let out a chuckle. "What the fuck is this? Is there something wrong with you?" He blurted out, as his minions started with their roar of laughter.

Of course, he was not serious, he was your boyfriend, after all.

You let out a little giggle, waiting for everyone to stop laughing before you could speak. "Jeno, would you go to the prom with me?" You proposed, leaning forward and handing him the rose. A blush showed up on your cheeks, out of shyness, or maybe embarrassment.

He grabbed the rose in his hand quickly, pursing his lips, failing to control the urge to laugh. "Prom? Are you serious right now?" His eyeballs grew larger as he let out another chuckle. "Ahhh" He sighed, toying with the flower, grabbing one of the notes from the balloon stings.

"Why would I go to the prom with you Y/N? I mean, look at you. Why would you even think of this?"

Your gut felt strange, he was being serious right now, his words hit your heart like an arrow, but there was no cupid involved.

He took a step closer, leaning towards your ear. Yes, this would be when you’ll realise it’s a joke.

"Stop humiliating yourself in front of everyone." He whispered.

You stepped back. That very moment was horrible. The roses appeared to be burning, felt like a mirror with shattered glass, just like your heart. Everyone was laughing, including Jeno, whom you thought you could trust. Yet again, Jeno did not fail to live up to his image.

Tears started to form in your eyes. You did not care if they ruined your makeup, all you wished was that you could disappear. Nobody had ever treated you like this before. Your heart had been played with, but it was a stupid organ, it would never understand.

You ran away, leaving everything behind. At times, running away was the best solution. You rushed yourself in the bathroom, running and crying ceaselessly. The pain could be heard solely with your whimpers. You dug your head in between your knees as you sat on the floor, crying a river.

The door opened, you could hear it, not caring the least. Maybe it was one of Jeno’s friends who came to record you. Let them fucking be.

"Stop crying Y/N, you’re creating drama!" It was his voice.

You didn’t know what the reason was, but it boosted your crying even more. He stepped closer, right in in front of you, towering over you. "Stop crying I apologized." Jeno hesitated.

"Is that what you call an apology?" You questioned back, swording your eyes straight into his. His lips remained sealed, his eyes avoiding contact with yours and fixing themselves on the floor.

"It was all just a game for you, wasn’t it?" You yelled at him with a disgusted expression. "Actually, I was on the wrong, how could I dare think The Lee Jeno would be serious about me. People are no different than a tissue to you, use and throw."

"Please.. please Y/N" his face held a novel expression. "I-I’m.." Words refused to come out of his mouth. His knees dropped to the ground. He was obviously crying. Eyes still not meeting yours, he engulfed you into a hug, shoving his head on your shoulder. You could feel your dress getting damp, thanks to his tears. "Would you ever forgive me for this?" He stammered, pulling out the rose from his pocket.

"Prom?"

You yanked his hand away, causing the flower to drop on the surface, just like Jeno’s heart. His eyes were watery, he looked up at you with pleading eyes. "Why am I such a pain the ass?" He questioned, still crying.

After a few minutes of the same dead silence, with the only sound being that of your cries, you hugged him back. He did not hesitate to wrap his arms around you.

You both stayed on the bathroom floor. Crying rivers, squeezed in each other’s arms.

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Yandere! Jonathan Joestar with prompts #26, #33, and #88

Here’s a Jonathan appreciation post. I don’t see much for him (either that or I’m really bad at finding them). Please enjoy!

‘What did I do wrong?’

‘Kissing you like this is all I’ve ever wanted’

‘I did it out of love!’

Warnings: minors dni, yandere behaviors, implied stalking, menstruation mentions, kidnapping, non/con kissing, DELUSIONAL jonathan (like really lmao), sfw for the most part.

Poor [first]. Poor little [first] just had to keep denying the sweet ol' Jonathan Joestar. He was nothing but kind and loving to a maiden who was in need of his help! And what does the fair maiden do? Ignore him! As if all his chilvarous attempts meant nothing to the maiden. Constantly berating him on how he needs to 'let go' and 'let her live her life!' Why, he's just trying to protect her! Why can't she just see that?

However, Jonathan Joestar is not just a ant you can kill and move on with your day. He is a man in love, and is determined to win your love and affection.

No matter what it takes.

"Mistress [last], the Joestar heir is here to see you again!"

You groaned as you heard your butler yell from downstairs. That bloody Joestar just couldn't catch a hint now could he? You stumbled your way downstairs, rubbing your temples aggressively. "Tell the bastard I'm not home-"

"I tried mistress, but the young man persisted to at least leave you behind a note and his bouquet of roses he bought for you" your butler told you before walking over to you. You groaned in annoyance once again and sighed deeply. "Just take a break Charles, I'll handle this" you said patting his back before angrily walking towards the entrance of your home. You barely heard your butler's 'thank you', guess you're too angry to think straight.

But in your defense, you're tired! You want this courting non sense to stop immediately! Time and time again you've told Jonathan to get lost and leave you alone. But he always does the exact opposite! Always running towards you when he sees you in the street (which is quite frequently). You don't know how he always manages to find you. It's almost as if he knows you'll be there. Not only is that creepy in it's own right, but you're just tired of him. Tired of seeing his stupid face everywhere you go!

Ofcourse your parents always tell you to consider giving Jonathan a chance. Saying that he's such a sweet boy, he comes from such a wealthy family, he loves you oh so much, and he's so handsome; clearly he's what's best for you!

The hell he is! You want nothing to do with Jonathan Joestar and if maybe being a little meaner to him will help him get the message through his tremendously thick skull, you’re willing to take your chances.

You open the door and come face to face with the blue-haired man. Your eyebrows furrow in disgust as Jonathan hugs you in a tight embrace, hardly allowing you to breathe as he pressed you into his newly bought bouquet in your face, along with being smothered by his strong cologne and chest. "Oh [first] my beloved! I'm so glad you opened your door, you know your butler told me you weren't home and I knew that couldn't be true since you had no plans today-"

You cut off the larger man by pushing him away almost instantly, "Jonathan Joestar I am not your beloved!" you yell at him, using a hint of venom in your words. The male looked at you strangely for a bit, before giving you a warm smile, that warm, sickly sweet disgusting smile. "Now [first], there's no need to be joking around, surely you must feel something for me as well.." the blue-haired man said leaning in for a kiss.

You push him away almost instantly. Who the hell did this man think he is? Going in for a kiss as if they're already together. And he calls himself a gentleman? Please. You've never felt so grossed out. "I said no!" you yelled hoping that he'd just leave you alone.

Jonathan looked at you with confusion and a slight bit of hurt in his eyes. "What did I do wrong my beloved? I just wanted-"

"No Jonathan! I don't care about what you want! It's always about what you want, never about me! All I want is for you to leave me be! Go away, or I'll swear on my family's name Joestar. If you ever bother me again I'll kill you!" you yelled at him, finally closing the door on him. You had expected him to beg you to open up your door again, but you didn't hear anything. God, that felt so satisfying. If you had known that'd be enough to shut him up, you would've done it ages ago. You give out an exasperated sigh, you haven't felt such relief in ages. It felt so good to finally have the Joestar heir off your back.

Jonathan had never been so hurt. Who knew such beautiful and sweet lips would say such nasty and vile things?! Especially to him? He's supposed to be your one and only. He was supposed to be your prince charming, your knight in shining armor one might add. And you push and reject him away like he's some stray on the street. Did all that time and devotion mean nothing to you?

Jonathan shook his head. Of course it did. It just had to. Maybe you were just on your menstrual cycle. Right, that was so obvious, how couldn't he have known? God, now he feels horrible. No wonder you lashed out at him. No matter, he'll just make it up to you by the time the next ball comes around.

-

It was odd.

Not a single letter from Jonathan. Not even one. Could it be that he finally learned his lesson? Most likely, And to be completely honest, you were happy! You finally felt free for the first time in ages. It was weird how you and Jonathan didn't have a relationship, yet in a weird way it felt like you did. You shrugged it off, like it mattered now. Jonathan Joestar had finally left you alone and for that reason you feel like you should celebrate! A famous lord from town had invited you to his monthly ball (it seems like he was a big fan of parties), and this month's theme was masquerade. Not only was the thought of going out exciting, but you could also use this to find a suitor.

While you didn't exactly care for finding a suitor, your parents did, and you didn't want to dissappoint. After all, you want to give love a try, perhaps you’ll meet an adventurer at the ball. Thinking about traveling the world made your heart skip a beat.

You look in your closet and pull out some of your best gowns. This was the first time you had ever put in effort into looking nice for a party. That Joestar must have been holding you back all this time, now you feel as if you can truly have fun. You were excited for once you couldn’t wait for the ball.

-

The night of the ball arrived, and you were. thrilled! You couldn’t wait to socialize with other people, nobles from all over the world were going to be attending. The thought of gaining connections and making potential friendships excited you.

You smiled at your reflection, you certainly outdid yourself with the wardrobe. The fabric of your gown would probably be one of the best there. Along with your matching corset that hugged your waist tightly. Additionally, your mask you had made specifically for this party came out extremely gorgeous. The gown you were wearing would surely stick out, but you’d supposed that’s a good thing. This is borderline your first ball debut in months, so you did feel somewhat pressured. Whatever, you’re going to have fun and that’s all that matters.

You have your butler escort you to your carriage, and you were on your way to the ball.

.

.

.

You felt like the belle of the ball. You’ve never had so much fun until this point. If you had to take a shot for every dance you had participated in you’d be a falling drunk. Every dance you’d have a partner, and that’s something to brag about in the future.

Despite all the fun you were having, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off somehow. Something just didn’t feel..right. Throughout each dance, you’d always feel a pair of eyes watching your every move. You weren’t sure if it was multiple people from the crowd or just a singular person. Either way, you were creeped out.

“Excuse me madam, but would you mind sharing this dance with me?”

A familiar British accent was heard behind you. A muscular man with a black mask and red trim had asked to dance with you. And although he sounded polite, you felt like you couldn’t trust him. There was something weird about him, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. He was too..familiar. You couldn’t even say anything. He touched your hand, “Madam are you alright? Do you need to step out?” He asked in that familiar tone again.

Bloody hell! Why couldn’t you say anything? Did your brain suddenly stop working? By the time you could even respond the man had dragged you outside the mansion itself. The man’s grip on your hand doesn’t grow any weaker.

“There ya go some nice, fresh air, I do hope you’re alright madam. It’d be a shame if we wouldn’t dance tonight”

Was this man a drunk? Did he forget his manners? What kind of man drags a woman outside without her consent!?

“Excuse me sir, but I don’t ever recall agreeing to walking outside with you! Did you ever learn about manners? Your parents certainly haven’t taught you well” you angrily said, finally coming back to your senses after zoning out. The man looked at you for a moment, and then gave out a small laugh. “Why ofcourse how could I ever forget my own manners, I apologize for my actions, a true gentleman would never do that to a lady. However my beloved, I have been waiting for too long, so please I’d like to apologize for my actions” he said calmly.

That tone..this man couldn’t possibly be ? No no no, Jonathan Joestar wouldn’t attend a party like this would he? But there’s only one man who refers to you as his beloved. So there was no denying the blue haired man in front of you was your tormentor.

Jonathan softly caresses your face, and lifts up your mask to reveal your frightened face. He gives you a rough kiss on the lips, which is something you’d never expect from someone who calls himself a gentleman. You try to push him off, but that proves useless since he’s much more stronger than you’ll ever be. Jonathan finally stops suffocating you with his lips and proceeds to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Dear that was simply wonderful, kissing you like this is all I’ve ever wanted. I’m so glad my dreams have come true” the sick man you hate said passionately kissing every single part of your face. You wanted to punch him, but you would know the violent and almost terrifying consequences that would happen.

“Jonathan please stop this! Let me go, why are you doing this!” You pleaded with him, crying tears that could probably fill rivers. You didn’t want to be with Jonathan. You hated him.

Jonathan placed his hand on your mouth and carried you like it was nothing. “Shh [first], I did this out of love, and you’ll understand soon. You’ll love me too, I just know it” . Jonathan made sure you didn’t remember a thing.

From there you don’t even remember much.

-

Last thing you knew was dancing with a mysterious man at a party. Now, you were [first] Joestar, Jonathan Joestar’s prized wife. You can’t remember a thing for some reason. All you know is that you love your husband with all your heart.

Your past self would’ve never thought that she’d be in the Joestar mansion, sitting in a locked bedroom, picking baby names for her captor’s child.

[theweasleysredhair]

In Safe Hands [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4339

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George is just very attractive and his hands are even more attractive.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. including oral (female receiving). also a lot of mentions of hands, arms and veins bc i canny control myself apparently.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i put two requests for my event together as i decided to write a full fic based on george’s hands purely because prompt 9, which both requesters selected, refers to hands - enjoy!!

Prompts used:

3. “I may or may not have left some... marks.”

9. “God I love your hands.” “Let’s put them to good use then.”

23. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

49. “Behave.”

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You’d always liked George - why wouldn’t you? He was funny, charming, handsome. You’d be stupid not to. It had started back in Hogwarts - you were friends with the twins; close friends. And that’s all you thought of them as, until one fateful day in your 7th year where you made the regrettable decision to meet the twins after one of their last games of Quidditch before Umbridge had banned them, and George had emerged from the Gryffindor tent freshly showered, shirt hanging over his shoulder, trousers low on his hips.

And that’s when you’d realised you liked George as much more than just friends.

You hadn’t known how to deal with him at first, how to act around him, once you’d realised how you felt. Because every time he laughed, every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself positively swooning, as cliché as it sounded.

It took a lot not to accidentally blurt out your feelings to him, not that you were helped by Fred, who noticed the slight differences in your behaviour - holding onto hugs from George a tad longer, the way you looked at him when he didn’t realise, how flustered you got when he’d rest a hand on your knee - and made it his mission to make your feelings as obvious as possible in front of his brother.

George must’ve been the most oblivious person however, as he never noticed the hints or the longing smiles. Or maybe that was because he was busy trying to stop Fred from making his own crush on you so obvious, trying to hide his own longing smiles, and the way his eyes lit up when he made you laugh.

The twins had left Hogwarts soon after you’d realised your feelings, in a fit of fireworks, and then suddenly you were dealing with Umbridge alone, with her detentions alone. Not that you blamed them for leaving at all - you knew they were out living their dream and all you could wish to do was support them. It didn’t make being at Hogwarts any easier though, dealing with all the Educational Decrees. However, you thought the space and distance would help you to get over George, and it did.

Until you saw him again in his shop. The twins had sent you a letter in the middle of your NEWTs asking you to come and work for them, an offer that you gladly accepted, however arriving at their store on your first day - after the initial overwhelming feeling of pride at seeing how well their store was doing, how successful they were - you knew you weren’t at all over him.

He stood there, a smirk etched on his face, suit fitted to him as he crossed his arms over his chest, standing on the stairs in the shop as he looked down at you, and your felt your heart racing, cursing yourself over still being so hung up on the man.

His eyes slowly took in your appearance - you’d worn a cute sundress, due to the warm weather, your hair falling loosely around your shoulders and George felt his own heartbeat quicken.

He’d fancied you since his 6th year, most likely before that, the realisation hitting him when he had seen you dancing with some prat from Ravenclaw at the Yule Ball, when you should have gone with him. After that, after seeing how utterly stunning you’d looked that day, with your ballgown and hair done, he knew he’d never be able to look at you the same.

And even now, after not seeing you for months, you didn’t fail to leave him speechless, so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t help but look at you as though you’d hung all the stars in the sky.

“Long time no see, eh love?” He spoke, moving down the last couple of steps and towards you, “Still gorgeous as ever.”

You grinned at him, “Always the charmer, eh Weasley?”

He chuckled, opening his arms to wrap them around you to bring you into a warm hug, one you gladly accepted as you wrapped your own arms around his waist, taking a deep breath as the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, making you grin. He rested his chin on your head and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

Merlin, he thought being away from you had lessened his feelings for you but in that moment, with you in his arms, he was struck with the same realisation he’d had in his 6th year - that he was in love with you.

And, unbeknownst to him, as your grip around him tightened a little, the hug lasting a tad too long to be friendly, however neither of you mentioning anything about it, you’d come to the same realisation.

Which brought you to now.

Being around George again was amazing, you had to admit. And whilst you hated the way you kept fumbling with products, or how clumsy you’d get around him - something Fred still loved to tease you about - you also adored how he made you feel, how happy, how content - he made your life that much better, a light in an ever increasing darkening world.

You’d been working with the twins for a few months, and it was amazing, truly a better job than you could have predicted. What made the job difficult, however, was trying to keep cool when George walked around looking like he did, interacting with the guests, making the children laugh at his jokes.

Godric, could he get any more attractive?

He’d seemed to up the ante this week, almost on purpose you swore, constantly walking around in just his shirt and tie due to the summer heat, the lack of a jacket meaning you were faced with doing your job and working with customers whilst also trying not to stare at the way his shirt fit snugly around him, or how his forearms were showcased due to him rolling his sleeve to his elbows, veins appearing any time he tended his arms, whether that be due to moving things around the shop, demonstrating how certain products worked, or lifting and moving heavy equipment.

The latter of which currently occurring, as Fred had left George alone to deal with a delivery after the shop had shut.

You were stood at the Pygmy Puff display, moving cages around and making sure they were well looked after when you heard some grunts coming from the store room, as if someone had picked up something with a lot of weight. You then heard footsteps behind you, making you pause with the last - feisty - Pygmy Puff in your hand, the rest having been put into their cages.

You turned around, breath hitching in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Namely, George Weasley holding what appeared to be quite a heavy box, if his staggered breathing was anything to go by. He’d shed his jacket somewhere in the back, along with his waistcoat, leaving him in just his shirt, which was tightly fitted and, you noticed as he placed the box down on top of another cardboard box, stuck to him a little with sweat from the heavy lifting. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his forearms, and you found yourself gulping as your eyes wandered down the prominent veins, to his large hands, one of which was pulled through his messy ginger hair, pushing the strands out of his face.

And he had no idea.

He had no idea at all that suddenly you couldn’t focus, that suddenly all the breath had left your lungs, that suddenly all you could think about was how his hands would feel on you, holding your waist, gripping your hips, squeezing your thighs. How his fingers would feel inside of you.

George looked over at you and shot you a grin, one that made your heart race even more than it already was, “Bloody big delivery today, eh? ‘S what happens when I let Fred order the ingredients.”

You gave him an almost starstruck smile, which he accepted gladly, before reaching up and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling at his tie to loosen it, your jaw dropping almost comically as you secretly watched him.

He noticed halfway through his action that you’d gotten extremely silent, your mouth open ever so slightly and George wondered if it was because of him. Merlin he hoped so, because if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, well, he’d be happy to take you right there and then against the till counter.

He turned away to disappear back into the stockroom, biting his lip as indecent thoughts filled his mind, heading to grab the next couple of boxes.

Back on the shop floor, you took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes and cursing yourself. You should not be stood ogling your best friend, much less your best friend who was also your boss, no matter how attractive he happened to be. You should be going through the boxes to separate ingredients out, helping with the displays and doing your job.

But no, instead you were stood, still holding the Pygmy Puff that was now trying to escape your hands, imagining all the things you wanted that man to do to you. And what you wanted to do to him.

Merlin.

You popped the Pygmy Puff into the cage, and wandered over to the box that George had just brought in, trying to push the thoughts of how you could see the outline of his abs through his shirt away as you began pulling out different ingredients.

He came back around the corner, holding two boxes this time, the top one covering most of his face due to the size, allowing you to stare longingly at the way his fingers were wrapped around the edges of the boxes, gripping tightly. You bit your lip as he turned from you to place the boxes down, watching as the shirt moved closely against his back, accentuating his shoulder blades as he bent down and Merlin did you wish you could see his muscles without the shirt.

“Need any help?” You managed to stutter out, trying to act as if you hadn’t been staring at him. Still bending over as he sorted out the boxes, he paused his actions and looked up at you, shooting you a cheeky grin. “Don’t you worry at all, love, I’ve got it, I am extremely strong after all,” he winked, and Godric, didn’t you know it, “You just stand there looking your best, that’s all the motivation I need.”

And suddenly you’d forgotten how to speak, how to breathe. You just nodded, though he didn’t see as his attention was back on the box in front of him. You watched him sift through the products, fingers moving nimbly, occasionally bringing out the odd jar or packet, sometimes throwing it in the air and catching it before placing it to one side.

He brought out a smaller box of vials, which he held from the top, placing it in front of you and gripping it tighter to emphasise his hands when he saw your gaze lingering.

He smiled to himself, pushing his sleeves up - making you swallow harshly - as he pretended not to know you were watching him, all the while flexing just for your benefit.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept drifting over to him, couldn’t help that watching him be so efficient with flipping glass jars in the air and holding different ingredients made you that much more attracted to him. You couldn’t help your thoughts racing, thinking about asking him to use his hands on you and-

“Godric, I love your hands.”

Your eyes widened in shock as his head turned to you, your own hand covering your mouth as you realised what you’d just said, and you began stammering out, “I-I... I didn’t mean- I- George-“

George gave a pretend look of shock, as if he hadn’t purposely been working you up for the last however-long. “You like my hands?” He asked with a smirk, glancing down at them before his gaze fell back on you, taking in the sight of you being so flustered. You got lost in the way his eyes held yours, and you could do nothing but nod slowly, making George bite his lip and step forward.

His heart was racing at your confession, not quite believing it was happening but very much wanting to do something with that information, “If you like them so much, let’s put them to good use.”

“W-what?”

George looked you up and down, his tongue darting out to wetten his bottom lip, “You like my hands, and I wanna use them on you, darling. You going to let me?”

You took in the way he was looking at you - like all his dreams had come true, like you were the only thing he cared about, like he loved you. “Absolutely,” you breathed out.

And suddenly his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer to him as he brushed his lips against yours, savouring the first few moments of you being so close to him, before kissing you properly. His lips were soft, moving against yours in a way that, had you not have known any different, you may have thought he’d been kissing you for years. It felt familiar, yet with an added layer of something new. A kiss that made your skin feel like it was on fire, that, as he angled his head to deepen it, made your stomach flutter, and mind race.

It was so perfect, even with the occasional bump of your noses - so perfectly George - that you didn’t want it to end. He pulled away a little, pressing more kisses to your lips before he began moving down to your neck, pressing open mouthed, hot kisses to your skin, making you let out small, breathy moans, feeling him smile against you.

You ran your hands down his chest, playing gently with the buttons and pulling his tie completely off, and heading towards his belt as he licked the skin just below your ear.

Beginning to unbuckle his belt, you also “accidentally” brushed against the evident tent in his pants, and he pulled away from you to grin, “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and bit your lip at him, making his heart beat a little faster, “Your fault for bringing that delivery in so attractively.”

You’d managed to unbuckle his belt and pulled him back in for a kiss, him mumbling against your lips, “Might get Fred to order stock more often then if this is what happens.”

He led you over to the stairs, stumbling a little up the bottom two steps before trapping you against the banister for a moment, holding you close to him as he continued to kiss you, his tongue easily gliding into your mouth.

Between kisses, and George pulling your shirt off, you made it to the apartment above the shop, heading down the hallway and bumping into the cabinet that was stood between the bathroom and Fred’s room, before arriving at his bedroom door, which he nudged open with his feet, bringing you inside.

He held you by the waist, fingertips tightening a little as he pulled away from the kiss for air, and to lift you up so he could throw you onto the bed, the impact making your breasts bounce and George breathed out a, “Fuck, c’mere.”

He crawled on top of you, your back arching into the mattress as your arms looped around his neck, playing with the tufts of ginger hair at the base of his neck as you brought him back in for another kiss. Your hands moved down to begin unbuttoning his shirt, something you’d been imagining all day, before throwing it to the other side of the room, George doing the same with your bra.

A few moments later, you’d both shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare against him, breasts pressed against his chest, his arms either side of your head, supporting his weight above you. You could feel his breath hitting your hitting your lips, his face centimetres from yours.

In stark contrast to the compromising position you were in, George looked down at you with love, a look that warmed your heart as you gave him a small, almost shy, smile.

“You know I- uh- I love you, right? I’m in love with you, darling.” He looked almost vulnerable as he said that, his eyes flickering across your face as his lips parted a little.

You lifted your head up so your forehead rested against his, hands clutching his shoulders, “I’m in love with you too, Georgie.”

“Me or my hands?” He joked, making you shake your head and laugh. You pretended to think for a moment before replying, “Maybe both.”

“Let’s see if I can make you come from just my hands then, shall we?” He grinned, making your heart race as his fingers danced down your stomach before pressing against your clit.

“So wet for me,” He commented, circling it slowly, smirking at the way you let out little breathy moans, before he entered a finger into you, taking advantage of the way your back arched in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, gently nibbling as he pushed his finger in and out of you, before adding a second finger, stretching you out a little.

“George,” you breathed out as he moved to your other breast.

He continued moving his fingers against you, in you, and you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure building in your stomach.

After being so wound up from watching him, you knew it wouldn’t take much more to reach your high, and as he continued to kiss your breasts, you breathed out slowly, almost embarrassed at how quickly he’d managed to turn you into a pile of mush at his touch.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, as George moved from your breasts to your collarbone, his thumb adding a little more pressure to your clit as his fingers moved.

Picking up his pace ever-so-slightly, he brought you closer to your high. He felt you clench around his fingers and pressed a kiss to your jawline. “Come for me princess,” he whispered against your ear in a low tone, making you shiver.

George watched the way you closed your eyes, mouth open and head tilted back as your high washed over you, pleasure running through you, and felt himself harden at the sight.

His fingers continued moving against you, although at a slower pace, and your hips jolted towards him at the overstimulation, “‘S a good girl.” He leant forward, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you gently.

“Think you can come for me again, love?”

You were breathing heavily from your first orgasm, though with the way his fingers were moving against you, you knew you’d be reaching your second before you could properly catch your breath. You nodded at him before he began trailing back down your stomach and settled himself between your legs.

You shivered as he lightly pressed kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his hands squeezing your hips, before he licked into you, making you gasp out and clutch the bedsheets tightly. Letting out a moan as he pushed a finger back into you, you closed your eyes, head falling back against the headboard as you breathed out heavily from the way his tongue was moving against you.

You bucked your hips against him involuntarily, causing his free hand to push your hips back down and he looked up from between your legs, his eyes catching yours as he smirked against you, “Behave, darling.” You moaned as the vibrations of just those two words travelled through you, the hand not enclosed around his heading towards his messy hair and running through it, pulling at strands as you felt his tongue flatten against you.

Feeling your second orgasm creeping up on you, you wrapped your legs around his head and let out a moan as you felt George groan against you. Your second high felt more intense than the first, and the feel of George’s tongue pushing inside you made you moan out loudly, the feeling taking over you before you relaxed against him, legs falling onto his shoulders.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he grinned, moving back to hover over you. He pressed himself against you, rocking his hips against yours, arm muscles tensing as he held himself up over you.

You whined a little at the feel of him moving against your sensitive clit, making him smile.

“You ready for me, princess?”

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers together, “Always, Georgie.”

At your go-ahead, he pressed a kiss to your lips and eased himself into you, making you both moan out. “You feel so good wrapped around me, love,” he praised as he pulled out of you before pushing back in again, “Taking me so well.”

He moved against you, skin brushing against skin, his spare hand moving to touch any place he could, running his fingers down the curves of your body, before biting his lip as he pulled his hand from yours to grab your wrist, taking your other one from around his neck and holding them above your head, making you whimper as his arms flexed.

“Do you like what my hands can do to you, love? How I made you come from nothing but my fingers?” He groaned against you, feeling himself edging towards his own high.

��Yes... yes!” You breathed out, your eyes closing as you felt your high arriving fast, “George you feel so good.”

George groaned again, feeling you clenching around his cock in the same way you did around his fingers. He leant forward to kiss you, still holding your arms above your head and suddenly pleasure coursed through your body, and you sighed against his lips, him twitching and coming inside of you soon after with a deep growl.

He fell against your shoulder, pulling himself out of you before laying beside you, letting go of your wrists as you instinctively curled towards him.

George’s eyes wandered over to you, a smile small playing at his lips, taking in the way your hair was falling across his pillow, your eyes shut as you breathed heavily, eyelashes fanning across your cheeks, your hand resting on one of his biceps.

His gaze travelled across your neck and down to your collarbones, then across your breasts, a smug smile gracing his face. You opened your own eyes, catching his shit-eating grin and raised an eyebrow at him wearily, “What’s that look for?”

“I may or may not have left some... marks,” he replied cheekily, biting his lip, pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you marked by him, pressed up next to him.

Your jaw dropped a little and you shook your head with a laugh, “Oh bloody hell, Georgie!” You stood up quickly and headed to the mirror across the room to check, fighting the urge to both laugh and smack him when you saw the red and purple marks littering your skin.

George sat back on the bed, eyes raking over your body, enjoying the sight of your bare bum and back, and found himself biting his lip and imagining all the things he wanted to do to you that night. His eyes lingered on the curve of your bum and he fought the urge to grab you again and pull you down onto him.

“I like them on you, they look hot,” George said with a grin, and you playfully glared at him in the mirror.

“You would think that.” Turning back around to him, you just missed the way his gaze flickered to the marks on your breasts and up to your neck, George feeling extremely proud of himself and his work.

“Yeah, it just shows people you’re mine I guess,” he shrugged unapologetically and gave you a smug grin, looking you up and down as you walked back over to him.

“Oh I’m yours, am I?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and unintentionally accentuating your breasts to him, making him let out a groan as he reached for you.

“Of course you are.”

He pulled you back down onto him like he’d imagined before, your bare chest against his own, his large hands holding your waist as your nails gently scraped down his arms.

“Fancy a round two?” He asked, one of his hands already beginning to head back towards your clit.

Your eyes closed as you sighed contently as you felt his fingers press against you, enjoying the feel of him, “I could be convinced.”

As you were straddling him, you felt him harden more than he was against you, and you opened your eyes to meet his own, darkened with lust, his fingers still moving against you as his other hand gripped your hip.

“Oh princess, how about I make you come for a fourth time tonight? And then again. And then again. And again after that. Would that convince you?”

You bit your lip, pushing yourself against his hand and grinned at him, “I reckon it would. Or maybe I’ll just ride you instead.”

He picked up the pace of his fingers against you, and you let out a moan from above him as one of your own hands covered his on your hip, making him smile cheekily at you,

“Ride me then, darling, and then I’ll make sure you can’t walk in the morning.”

[shigarakisbabyy]

Fatgum x chubby male reader headcanons!

Warnings: insecurity, mentions of eating disorder, brief mentions of violence, NSFW at the end, mentions of villain attack

Contents: cooking and eating, cuddles, fluffyness, pet names, romantic nsfw at the end

Okay this man fucking adores you, no matter what size

More meat on the bones? Hell yeah, the better.

He definitely knows what it’s like to be picked on for being fat, he will always be there to help you *cough* murder the person *cough* if you get picked on.

If you get insecure over your weight and image, he will 100% be there to reassure you that you’re amazing and handsome and attractive and his super cool boyfriend

Dinner dates are y’all’s favorite

When I tell you that man can COOK

ITS SO YUMMY WTF HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE

FOOD FROM THE GODS

He doesn’t ever get insecure about his image really, but on the rare days when he does you’re there to comfort him and love him just as he does for you

He will definitely let you wear his hoodie. It’s so big it makes you feel so smol

He loves picking you up, do not fight this man. He will do it. No if’s ands or buts

If you say that you’re too heavy, that will only increase his desire to do it tenfold

He truly does not care about your size or how squishy and soft you are. He 100% thinks it’s cute and amazing and makes you irresistibly handsome :)

This man Loves resting his head on your tummy or thighs while you play with his hair. And maybe ur butt

So much cuddles. So much.

Since everything in his house is so big because of his sheer fucking size, you feel almost like an ant at his place

Seriously, is that shower twice your height???

Why is his bed so huge my gosh

If you’re recovering from an eating disorder, he will definitely be there to support you and lend you a helping hand on your bad days

If you haven’t eaten that much that day he will definitely make sure you eat more. It doesn’t inconvenience him, mans always snackin on something

He definitely gives you food pet names

If you encounter a villain at all he is there within minutes and getting you away immediately

If ur also a pro hero he definitely teams up with you all the time and tries to work the same shifts as you

Because of his job he hardly ever has much free time, but when he does you best believe it’s spent on an incredible date night with you

And if you wanna chill at home, that’s super cool too. Man doesn’t care

He will definitely have you meet Kirishima and Tamaki and introduce you as his husband even if he hasn’t popped the question or let alone actually gotten married yet

If you have trouble finding clothes, he will pay to have clothes specifically tailored to your body

If anyone else flirts with you he does get jealous, but then starts agreeing with them and talking about how cute you are

Even if you’re RIGHT THERE

LKE SRSLY BRO HAVE U NO SHAME

He’s a simp, what can I say

OKAY NSFW TIME

This man is definitely more into fluffy sex. None of that kinky stuff really. He just wants to love you and make you feel good

I feel like he definitely does have a thing for honorifics tho

He will be gentle

Will not deny he enjoys the sight of your cock bouncing on your cute tummy when he fucks into you though

You don’t even bother with topping most nights, he’s so much bigger than you it’s insane.

He definitely loves when he sucks you off and your thighs squeeze around his head.

He WORSHIPS the view of your ass jiggling when y’all fuck

There’s definitely a lot of “I love you’s” involved

[sparklepool101]

Burgers and Fires

[ Welcome to the CotC fic I finished at 12:40 something am last night because the new episode made me emotional lmao. Spoilers for Craig to the Future below! ]

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“Thank you Herkleton! That was the last song of tonight. Exits are located in the back, along with our merch stands wink wink. Have a safe trip home and a rocking night!”

The crowd cheered one last time, before turning and heading back to the lobby, right where Craig was waiting. Kit nudged his arm.

“Alright, last wave of sales.” She said.

“Yep,” Craig said, staring at the doors. Omar and JP had just entered the lobby, laughing together. Kelsey and Stacks were nowhere to be seen.

“I can handle these guys, you go on.” Kit said. Craig jumped a bit before looking back at her. He took in her sideways smile and felt his brow furrow.

“Are you sure? The crowd is bound to be bigger now--”

“Come on Craig, I know you’ve been antsy all night. Go ask them to hang out or something, I can handle the crowd.”

“All right, if you’re sure…” Craig His chest felt like it was full of ants as he approached the duo. It had ended so awkwardly before the concert, but he couldn’t let this chance slip away. Their group had been steadily growing apart since JP entered high school, and he missed his friends so much.

Craig bit the bullet and called out to them. “Hey, JP! Omar!” The two turned their heads.

“Hey, Craig!” JP said, walking over to meet him. “Man, did you see Katie’s trick up there?”

“Nah, I was back at the merch stand.”

“Why?” Omar asked, slinging his arm around JP’s shoulder. “Are they paying ya’?”

“Oh, kind of? David actually commissioned me to make the T-shirts over there and he asked if I’d help man the stand as well.” Craig rubbed the back of his neck.

“Dude really? That’s sick!” Omar said, face lighting up.

“Aw come here!” JP pulled Craig into a hug. “I’m so proud of you man! I’ve definitely gotta buy one now. Babe, you still have my wallet?”

“Right here.” Omar tossed the small leather wallet over to JP, who caught it in one hand.

“Be right back!” JP rushed into the crowd gathered around the stand, leaving Craig and Omar alone,

A few beats of silence passed before Craig gathered up the courage to talk. “So, you guys doing anything after this?”

“Mmm probably just hanging out nearby, maybe grab a bite to eat, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Moment of truth. “You want to come with me to get some burgers?”

“I’m down for that.” Omar smiled. “It’s been way too long since we’ve hung out.” Craig smiled back and put his hands in his pockets. They chatted a bit more while waiting for JP to come back, mostly about teachers at school.

“Oh yeah, no Mrs. Denadio was the worst. One time, she assigned a whole project and only gave us two days to work on it.”

“No. Don’t tell me that’s the final project she’s been talking about all semester.”

“Good luck, man.”

“Hey, guys!” JP called as he ran over, wearing the t-shirt over his sweater. “What do y’all think?” He posed a bit, showing off the shirt.

“As handsome as always, babe. Craig wanted to go grab some food with us, you down for that?”

“Oh absolutely! Let’s go celebrate your first step on the road to fame.

It was odd how easily they fell back into a familiar pattern of banter. (But not at all unwelcome.) Craig felt like he was ten again, walking alongside two of his best friends as they chatted. It just stung remembering that there was only one redhead with them now.

The burger place’s ‘open 24-hours’ sign glowed a neon blue onto the trio’s faces. JP held the door open for the other two as they entered the building. It smelled like over-salted fries and grilled meat, with just a few people sitting at tables.

“Welcome, what can I get you three?” The cashier looked like they wanted to be anywhere else, especially with the huge eye bags they had.

“I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate shake,” Craig said.

“And add two number three combos to that,” Omar said, pulling out his wallet.

“I can pay for my stuff,” Craig said.

“No way man, I’ll cover tonight.” Omar winked at him and passed a card over to the cashier.

“Thanks.”

“Alright, here’s your receipt. We’ll get the food out in a bit.” The trio stepped back from the register. JP leaned against a pillar while Omar grabbed their cups and went to the soda fountain. Pulling out his phone to text his parents, Craig shot a quick message to the family group chat telling them where he was.

An electronic bell signified that the front door had opened again, and Craig looked up. Kelsey and Stacks walk in hand in hand, Kelsey was rambling about something while Stacks watched her with adoring eyes. Craig felt his heart seize for a moment. The last time he had talked to Kelsey, like really talked to her, was back in middle school, and when they bumped into each other at the concert, she was so quick to find a reason to leave.

“Hey, Kels!” JP called out. Kelsey and Stacks both looked over. Stacks smiled and waved, but for a brief moment, Kelsey looked scared, which terrified Craig more than anything. (Because if he got back in touch with JP and Omar without her, it would never feel right. There would always be something missing.)

“Hi JP! Fancy seeing you here.” Stacks said as she led Kelsey over to the two of them. “You bought one of their shirts?”

“Duh! I had to, especially since ol’ Craiggy boy did the art.” JP boasted, gesturing at Craig who giggled at the old nickname and praise.

Kelsey looked at Craig with wide eyes. “You designed those?”

“Uh, y-yeah.”

“Dude! Those look so good! I didn’t know that you could draw that good! I mean, I knew that you could draw well but, like,” Kelsey started rambling, scrambling for the right words.

“What she means is,” Stacks placed her spare hand on Kelsey’s shoulder. “The shirts look really good, Craig!”

“Thanks.” Craig and Kelsey smiled at each other for a moment before looking away again.

“You want to sit with us?” Craig finally asked, bridging the gap.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s get our food first though.” Kelsey and Stacks walked over to the register.

“Dude, what was that?” Omar said, handing JP his drink. “Did you and Kelsey have a fight or something?”

“No. At least I don’t think so, it just…” Craig sighed. “We kept drifting apart once we stopped hanging out at the Creek as much, once I started high school. We never saw each other in the halls anymore, and I started working on art more seriously and got together with Vanessa, and Kelsey got into wrestling properly and started working on her book with Stacks and… I don’t know. It’s weird.”

“Well,” Omar said, after a long sip of his drink. “I think you guys will be fine.”

“Really?”

“Sometimes you don’t talk to someone for a while, life happens,” Omar shrugged. “But when you are as close as the four of us are, you can always slip right back into a conversation like no time has passed.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. I mean, just look at us.” Omar smiled.

“Yeah, man!” JP added.

“Thanks, guys.” Craig felt a bit better, like there was hope for the old "Stump Kids" after all.

“Order forty-three!” An employee called from the counter, and Omar ran to go grab it.

“Just talk to her, Craig,” JP said. “Hey, maybe we could even go on a triple date some time!”

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah, I’ll call Maney and ask if she’d be down for that, I know Omar would.”

“I’ll think about it,” Craig said. "And ask Vanessa." Omar came back with the trays of food and led the three of them to a corner booth. Soon, Kelsey and Stacks joined them with their own food.

"So, how's the book going?" JP asked before shoving some fries in his mouth.

"Relly good, actually! We're super close to finishing." Stacks said.

"And then it's getting sent off to the publishers!" Kelsey said with a cheshire grin.

"Man, that's sick! Will ya let me read it once it's done?" Omar said.

"You can buy a copy like everyone else, unless we get a punlishing deal within half a year." Stacks said, smiling slyly.

"Well then, get ready to let us read that book for free because I have no dobut you'll get that deal in no time!" JP cheered.

"Oh to have no knowledge of the publishing world." Kelsey sighed, causing Stacks to giggle.

The conversation fell into a lull, leaving the group to pick at their food. Craig glanced up at Kelsey sitting across from him, and steeled his resolve.

"I'm sorry, Kelsey."

"Huh?" Kelsey looked up at Craig, fry halfway on the way to her mouth.

"I should have... I don't know. I should have tried harder to reach out to you and stay in touch, or--"

"Craig," Kelsey cut him off. "I'm sorry too. I-- when you got to high school I was scared that you were going to stop wanting to be friends so I didn't ask you to hang out as much and--"

"No, I'm--"

"Okay, that's enough." JP cutoff Craig and put an end to the apology loop. "You two both difted apart, but neither of you are completely at fault. Yeah you two might have been able to do something differently, but what's done is done. And now we're here, eating burgers and hanging out, even after all that." JP slung his arm around Omar. "We're stuck together guys, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. Besides, you promised I could officiate your wedding, Craig, and I still plan on getting that certification."

"Heh, yeah." Craig looked back around Kelsey. "I really missed you."

"I missed you too." Kelsey slipped out of her side of the booth and onto Craig's side, wrapping him into a hug. "Don't let me be dumb like that again."

"You weren't dumb, Kelsey." Craig hugged her back and rested his chin on her head. "We both messed up, I'm so sorry."

"Stop saying your sorry." Kelsey laughed into the hug before pulling back and wiping at her eyes. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

[ yeah thats it lmao sorry. Check out my other cotc stuff on Ao3, I’m sparklepool101, and orange poncho has consumed my mind now :) ]