#ugh im fucking noticing i forgot some parts but its too late for me to gaf

[starrrriii]

A Little love ᥫ᭡

Chapter 1

Cafe.

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It was Sunday and Hyunjin was working the night shift at the cafe, completely burnt out from the stressful, and tiring week of school. All he did all week, was studying for exams the day of, he was hella behind on his grades. 

Jingle! 

he heard the cafe door open, in walked a guy who looked about his age, a little bit shorter though. 

"Hi welcome to milky refreshments, what would you like?" Hyunjin says, putting a fake, tired smile on his face. The guy looked up at the menu. "hmm...can i haaave..." Hyunjin sighed quietly and tapped his foot impatiently. "The Boba milk tea, is all." the guy said, looking back down at Hyunjin. "how much?" he said with a simple smile. 

"$13.83." He said, putting it into the machine. The guy brought out his wallet, saying with a sigh, "jeez..." Hyunjin nods and says, "yeah, i feel you..just having to pay over $100 for a school dorm a month is..so..ugh, not cool." he scoffs and shakes his head, the guy laughs "yeah i'll be doing the same, when i start school." Hyunjin nods "nice.'' The guy hands Hyunjin his card and He prints out a receipt. "Thank you for buying from here." He said as the guy sat down at a table, occasionally glancing at Hyunjin as he wiped down the counters. He looks up and runs his hand through his hair. "uh...do you need something...?" Hyunjin says, judgingly looking the guy up and down. 

The guy jumps and looks away quickly "O-oh! sorry...no. just kinda..zoned off." Hyunjin slowly nods. "uh huh." he sits down next to the guy, taking out his phone and Instagram. The guy suddenly speaks. "hey...u-uhm.." The guy looks like he's mentally slapping himself for stuttering. Hyunjin catches himself smirking and the guy quickly takes notice, a faint blush of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks.. "I forgot to ask..what's your name, stranger?" he said, putting out a hand for Him to shake. He looks down at his hand and hesitantly shakes it.

Staring at their hands, they guy says quietly. Hyunjin was a bit too awkward to pull his hand away to he kinda just sat there with awkward look plastered on his face. The guy takes a moment to figure it out, before he quickly pulls his hand away. "Oh! sorry, it's just your hand is really..soft.'' They stare at each other for a good three seconds before Hyunjin breaks the silence. "My name is Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin, by the way." he says, not breaking eye contact. Its like hes not able to...some sort of connection or something.. The guy smiles. "My name is Lee Felix." His smile was so pretty.. 

"all of him is...pretty." Hyunjin thinks to himself, a faint blush appearing on his face, without even realizing it.

Felix smiles a bit wider, noticing his blush. He looks down at his phone and notices it's Midnight. “Shit..it's late.” he chuckles softly. Hyunjin's gaze softens as Felix chuckles. He stands up, grabbing his book bag and his empty cup “Can…can I get your number, maybe..?” Hyunjin says, immediately standing up. Felix looks a tad bit shocked, but nods. “Y-yeah!” They exchange phones and put each other's numbers in.

Felix walks over to the trashcan and throws his empty cup away. “Thanks again for serving me..Hyunjin.” he says and he winks as he walks out the door. “Y-yeah..” Hyunjin watches him leave, in pure admiration.

“What the fuck just happened?”

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Authors note: SORRY THIS IS REALLY BAD, IVE NEVER WROTE AND POSTED MY STUFF BEFORE. im so sorry for this smh, if you like it somehow and want a part 2, let me know, i will gladly do a part two! ^^ (i changed the names and stuff a few times, so if you see a mistake please let me know what and where! <3)

Also i do take requests, smut is allowed! but no weird kinks. (no Urolagnia or coprophila)

#kpop #fanfic #straykids #hyunlix #leefelix #hwang hyunjin #skz #skz hyunlix #kpop fanfic #stray kids everywhere all around the world #this is so bad help

[toutallyahoe]

Omg! So same anon here that requested the Newt HCs (which I absolutely loved 💕)! What if the reader (same metamorphmagus reader) was fascinated by Newt, wheather its his shy behavior or his love for beasts, and changed looks to people familiar to Newt so he can learn secretly learn more about him?? Maybe revealing himself to Newt at some point to? Oh and headcanons of course~

a/n: hey there anon! firstly, i would like to apologize for taking so long to write your request! i had been having some trouble lately in my end here (with me almost dropping out of school and the big sad™ kicking my ass for months) and i needed some time to hibernate (shut off from any contact with anyone) for awhile. hope i didnt bore you to death on waiting for part two of your request!

second off, im really happy you enjoyed the newt x metamorphmagus [name]! i had fun writing it and will always be open for our beloved newty boy here

anyways, on to the head canons!

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[name] had seen newt for awhile now before that one faithful day they had talked to each other near the lake

of course [name] would, newt wasnt really that good at hiding whenever he stalks— i mean, watches over him

at first, [name] absolutely found it creepy

i mean, who wouldn't? a random hufflepuff (no matter how they are stereotypically nice and sweet) boy always somewhere in the shadows, watching over you? its a serious cause for some questionable attraction there

[name] would absolutely like to avoid stalkers as much as possible as he had a run in with thay type of scenario years back before he went to Hogwarts and one run in is enough, thank you very much

but that was before the lake thing

after he actually managed to accidentally met his so called "creepy stalker," [name] actually learned that newt is just a shy hufflepuff boy who wanted to be friends with him but was too shy. like, too fucking shy

we already knew the two boys talked to each other in newt's scenario so lets skip a bit to when they met a second time

[name] was running away from his slytherin friend that he managed to piss off by a prank and run in to newt who was about to call out to him and talk

having no time, [name] just dragged newt and made the poor hufflepuff boy run with him

[name] was rather confused on why newt didnt break away from his grasp in order to escape him from trouble, but [name] was rather happy that the hufflepuff was actually down to suffer with him

newt actually forgotten he had a choice, [name], because you were so fucking handsome grinning and laughing as you both ran away from an angry slytherin

oh Merlin, newt is super gae for you lmao

anyways

after successfully running away from the angry slytherin and losing them in the great hall, both [name] and newt went back towards the lake again on when they first met and converse

it was lowkey sweet and nice to talk to each other again after weeks of not talking

skip to a few more weeks and the two being gay friends with each other, [name] is having trouble with his feelings

just like newt with him, [name] was absolutely fascinated with the hufflepuff boy

[name] doesnt even know why

maybe it was because newt was always so flustered and shy towards him or maybe its because of the hufflepuff's fascination of beasts ("fantastic beasts!" as what newt would say with his eyes holding such adoration in them)

or maybe its because newt actually wanted to know him and not just because of him being a halfy and a metamorphmagus

either way, [name] found newt adorable

like, a lot

its was saddening when [name] realized he couldn't hang out with newt or get to know him much as most of the time, [name] always gets dragged away by his other friends and that newt did confessed a few times how he doesnt like attraction attention towards himself

so, [name] made plans to disguised himself by making use of his own ability to shape shift for being a metamorphmagus

[name] actually took a month and a half to fucking remember he could actually disguise himself to run away from the people who is always swarming him to escape and hang out with newt

please dont be mad at him, he's a smart boyo but he has his times where his braincells yeets themselves away asdahsjajdhkaj

anyways, [name] had already thought of a person to copy their look to get to know newt more in secret

when he saw the right time to get away from the crowd that always drags him away to hang out with newt, [name] change to be that person

it was a bit painful and odd to change into whole new person as [name] mostly just changes the length or color of his hair and not everything about him

but sacrifices must be made to learn more of his favorite hufflepuff. so [name] just sucked it up

[name] lowkey thankful he didnt have to change genders as he picked newt's seatmate in Potions that he saw had been having some conversation towards the hufflepuff from time to time ([name] was so happy they were male and is in his house too so he doesnt have to change into another set of robes)

with him looking like another person, [name] set forth to look for newt

it took a while until [name] saw the hufflepuff boy and surprise surprise, newt was in the lake where they first met

it was odd but [name] felt his heart leap in joy on seeing newt that he almost forgot he didnt look how he normally was and was im disguised

thankfully, newt had noticed him before he could make a fool of himself and reveal who he truly was

newt, was again, a shy boy and was hesitant to talk to the disguised male

it took [name] to even say his own name for newt to actually talk to him

"so... uhh, i saw youre close to [name]"

newt perked up on his friend's name being mentioned and [name] swore he saw newt's freckled cheeks flushing red

with the mention of his name, newt opened up and talked to [name] (who's still in disguised) and [name] was leaping in joy inside his mind when he saw newt talking to him

[name] fully knows newt is so shy and is afraid to converse with others, so, seeing newt talking to others (even if that others is just him in disguise) made [name] proud

anyways, being disguised as newt's seatmate that had talk to him from time to time, all [name] had to do was mentioned anything related to beasts or just him, he could get to talk to Newt

[name] had done this for two weeks, disguising as random students to talk to newt to gain information on what the hufflepuff boy actually thought about him and his own likes or dislikes

[name] would have gone more longer if it wasn't for him getting caught in the act

curse that [Hogwarts house] seatmate of newt that he shape shifted first!

if you want more context, [name] was caught because that seatmate of newt's had borrowed the hufflepuff's noted earlier in Potions and was returning newt's notes back. it just so happens that [name] shape shifted into them again

it was so embarrassing but [name] had to explain or else both newt and the student he shape shifted into would freaked the fuck out

changing back to who he was, [name] awkwardly laugh at the student he shape shifted into and said to them that he was practicing on looking like other people while avoiding eye contact from newt

thankfully, the student was cool with it and even laughed at him and said that he was so cool

it took awhile for them to leave both newt and [name] along but when they did, it was awkward

[name] awkwardly confessed on shape shifting into other people to talk to newt when the hufflepuff boy was quiet and avoided looking at him

[name] was a bit terrified on what newt would think about him when the silence continued on

he was fucking terrified

while newt on the other hand, a bit sad that he doesnt have any new friends since it was just [name] in disguises, was rather fascinated by [name] again

"y... you can s-shape shift your entire... being?"

bless newt and him being fascinated by anything and everything he does because [name] could not live if newt thought he was creepy

but anyways, hearing newt speak to him, [name] perked up and hastily looked at newt

[name] could feel his face heating up when he saw newt looking at his so much awe and adoration in his face

ugh, these two boys are so cute

[name] swear from that point, anything bad would happen to newt, he'll kill everyone in Hogwarts, including himself

#ask #headcanon request #male reader insert #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #seme male reader #newt #newt scamander #newt x male reader #newt scamander x male reader #hp x male reader #harry potter x male reader #harry potter #fbawtft #fantastic beast and where to find them #smr

[kareofbears]

plainly in truth, chapter 1/5

“Without you around, it's sorta like stuff is just kinda...bleh."

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Or: hiding, confiding, and misguiding.

read on ao3 or below the cut :)

The sweat on the back of Ryuji’s neck is thick as he climbs the stairs to his apartment after a lengthy run.

It’s hot for spring, mild for summer, and now that it’s late June, it’s finally starting to teeter into real heat. He escalated slowly, gripping the guard rail like an old man to make sure his legs don’t give out, in no rush to head back to an empty apartment. His mom’s been doing back to back shifts, businesses booming like it does during this time of the year.

Normally, that would make him miserable. Nothing worse than hopping back from a day of fun shit only to come back to an empty living space with laundry piled to the nines and the TV left running. He doesn’t blame his mom because he’s not an asshole, but he never dealt well with being alone. But nowadays, he’s actually starting to like it. Crave it. Maybe a little too much.

It’s easier to deal with being alone than getting that sinking feeling he gets whenever he talks to his friends.

Shoving his hand in his basketball shorts, he pulls out his keys when something makes him pause. The plastic plant beside the entrance had been moved. Ryuji squints. Quietly, he grabs the knob and turns. It’s unlocked.

“Hey.”

Ryuji lets out a frustrated sigh, tension leaving his shoulders as he kicks the door closed. “Fucking hell. How’d you get in here?”

Seeing Ann sit primly with her legs crossed in a dining table that’s barely big enough to put two plates down evokes a feeling of nostalgia in him. She holds a key between her fingers idly. “Spare key hasn’t changed since we were thirteen.”

He walks to the fridge, pulls out a carton of milk and drinks it straight, ignoring her grimace. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he offers it to her.

“Hard pass.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugs, putting it back in the fridge. “I’m gonna shower. I think we might have some chips in the cupboards if you want some. Might be stale though.”

When Ann speaks again, her tone is flat. “You haven’t been hanging out with us. Or even talking to us.”

He tries not to let the annoyance show in his face too much. “Yeah, well, what part of ‘I need some alone time’ was confusing to you?”

Wood creaks, and he can feel her presence right behind him. “Cut the crap, Sakamoto. Something happened, I know it did. It’s not like you for your big mouth to be shut like this.”

Shaking his head, he strides to his room, praying that Ann will take the hint.

She doesn’t. “Okay, so I’ll just keep talking until something happens.” She leans against his door frame as he rummages for a change of clothes, listing off with her fingers. “It’s summer vacation, so it’s not a school thing. Phantom Thief stuff has been done for a while, so it’s not that either. I saw your mom last week, and she’s doing great. Congratulate her on the promotion for me, by the way. And the only other thing in your life that’s important is—” he hears her pause suddenly. “Are you and Akira doing okay?”

The sudden sharpness in her voice is enough to make his irritation ebb away for a second. “We’re fine,” he answers, pulling a probably clean shirt from the bottom of his drawer. He knows just how much she’s invested in their relationship. She’s pretty much a third member given how desperate she is to make them work. “I would’ve told you if we weren’t.”

“Thank god,” she breathes. “So what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he rolls his eyes. “A big fat load of nothing with nothing sprinkled on top. You want me to say it again?”

“If it’s nothing, then why aren’t you over the moon that Akira’s finally visiting tomorrow?”

His stomach does a weird flop inside of him. He can’t tell if it’s a good flop or a bad one. “I’m over the moon,” he defends. “I’m crazy excited.”

“Then show it!”

“Okay! Damn, sorry I wasn’t happy enough for you.” Giving up on finding clean shorts, he picks one up from the floor and hopes it isn’t too gross. “I’m headed to the shower.” He rounds on her, giving her a glare. “And do not tell Akira that anything’s going on with me, ‘cause there isn’t anything going on. You’re just gonna make him worry for no reason and he’s gonna be all—” he frowns, overexaggerated. “—About this, so cool it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. He won’t hear about it from me.” Ann gives him a long stare, and he refuses to look away. “You sure you’re okay?” she asks, softer this time.

“Never been better. Now scram.”

“Good. See you tomorrow, and don’t be late!” she calls as she marches through his apartment, foot out the door. “Noon! Leblanc!”

“I got it!” he yells back.

When the lock clicks back into place, Ryuji leans his back against the wall, letting his eyes slide shut. Is he that obvious that Ann would notice? He rubs his eyes with palms, frustrated. If Ann noticed, Akira’s definitely going to notice, and that isn’t allowed. He’ll just have to do better.

Going into the bathroom, flicking on the shower, he realizes he forgot his towel in his bedroom. Stupid Ann, distracting him.

Padding back to his room, he nabs it from the side of his bed, refusing to look at the letter collecting dust on his desk as he flicks the light off once more.

—

Akira came home to a face-full of streamers, two pots of curry, and six arms tackling him. Smiles and hugs were passed like a bottle of wine after a war has been won, and Akira shrugs it all off like he isn’t soaking up each and every exclamation of how much they miss him for a rainy day. Morgana gets his fair amount of head scratches, Akira gets enough noogies to warrant a concussion, and even Ryuji somehow manages to forget his problems for approximately three minutes.

It’s evening now, and while everyone had already left (not after slamming down two plates each and Yusuke brazenly asking for tupperware after the fact), Ryuji decided to linger.

“So,” he starts, sleeves rolled up as he washes the dishes while Akira dries. It might not look like it, but he doesn’t mind doing his chores; especially not with the way they both purposefully knock their knuckles against each other whenever they pass a plate between themselves.

“So,” Akira repeats. “I’m home. That’s cool, huh?” Even with eighteen layers of nonchalance layered on top of each other, there’s no hiding the lilt in his voice.

“Pretty damn cool,” he rinses a mug and hands it to him. Ryuji pauses as he watches Akira dry, lip quirked up. “I like seeing you like this.”

“Cleaning?”

“No, you bastard.” He reaches forward, unable to help himself as he pinches his cheek. “Smiley.”

Akira slaps his hand away. “I’m always happy,” he says, voice fond.

“I didn’t say happy, now did I? I said—” Ryuji wipes both hands on his jeans before pinching his cheek with both hands. “Smiley!”

He doesn’t fight back this time; instead, he lets Ryuji knead his face. “Your hands are wet,” he complains, slightly slurred.

“Suck it up.” His skin is mesmerizingly soft. Probably softer than even a girl’s. He would hold him like this all night if he’d let him. “This saves you from washing your face tonight, so you’re welcome.”

With one last tug, he reluctantly sets him free. Akira’s face is red and blotchy from the assault, but somehow he pulls it off because of course he does. “Thanks,” he deadpans.

“Don’t sweat it, dude. You know I got you,” he laughs, and for a second, he feels good. Light. Being with Akira does that to him, a pendant that wards off all evil. The pendant must’ve had some fine print in the contract though, because his stomach drops again when he remembers again. Ryuji turns around and starts scrubbing the pan harder than he needs to. Chill out, chill out, chill out.

Arms encircle his waist. “Sojiro’s gonna smite us if we don’t finish these before he opens tomorrow,” Ryuji says.

“I know.” A chin hooks around his shoulder blade, sliding in place. A perfect fit. “We’ll get to it.”

Ryuji leans back, far enough to smell the shampoo in his hair. He breathes in deep. It’s not what he’s used to, probably different brands in his hometown, but it still smells nice.

With the water still running, a group of businessmen’s laughter booming from just outside the cafe, Ryuji nearly says it. To take that weight off of his weakened knees and share some of the burden with someone who’s never complained about carrying some of his baggage. It would be embarrassing, humiliating, fucking mortifying, but it would be better than this, right?

He opens his mouth. “Missed you,” is what comes out instead.

“Missed you more, I think.” A beat passes, and then Akira continues, quietly: “You don’t know how good it feels to be back.”

That was all it took. The final piece, the last lock. The words he needed to convince him that this was the right thing to do. If he was on the fence of whether or not to tell Akira, this was the tug that took him over the edge. Because Akira came here for one reason: to have fun. To feel good again. To feel like Akira again. Is Ryuji really going to be the one to shit all over that? To fuck up his summer vacation with his problems again?

Yeah. Fuck that.

He wishes he can pull Akira impossibly closer. “Welcome home.”

It can wait until he leaves. After that, the world will just have to explode, taking him with it.

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Ryuji’s in bed that night, tossing and turning, blanket tangled in his legs and head underneath his pillow, when he finally caves.

Smacking around for his phone, he pulls it to his face, squinting against the bright light.

SR: futaba

The response was immediate.

SF: what SR: that was fast. whatre you doing up SF: im always up. why are YOU up SR: just wanted to talk SF: ok

He waits a few moments to see if she’d continue the conversation. She doesn’t.

SR: hows school? SF: ?????? who cares, its three am SR: i care SF: ugh, go to sleep. we’re meeting tomorrow anyway SR: yeah but you dont talk about school during group meetings much SF: alright weirdo SF: schools cool. people mostly leave me alone, and i think akira must’ve tipped off kawakami cause she is wayyyy too nice to me even after bullying her in front of the class SR: what did you do lmfao SF: she said that whoever could recite pi to ten decimal points can get a bonus ten percent in the final SF: and i kept going until the bell rang SR: damn! SF: its mostly okay though. better than i thought it’d be for sure SR: and how about actual school stuff SR: like classes. Math, science, english, all that shit. SF: sheesh, easiest part no doubt. could do all that stuff in my sleep SR: really? even though youre a year behind? SF: uh yeah? i could be eight years behind and still dunk on these clowns with one hand tied behind my back and watching a live stream

Ah, right. Futaba’s a literal genius. As in ‘Make A Documentary Of Her In Twenty Years In A Movie He’d Never Watch But Makoto Would Love’ kind of genius. He forgot.

SR: nice SR: thanks, im gonna sleep now SF: kk see you SF: (¯﹃¯)

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“Okay, this is getting a little ridiculous,” Ryuji says when he opens the door to his apartment.

Ann is sitting in his dining chair once again, this time donned in hot pink shades and a comically big sun hat. He tries not to let annoyance and panic flare inside him. He loves her, because of course he does, but he was banking on stocking up some energy and alone time before they hit the road. Maybe even shed a couple of frustrated tears, who knows? As long as he’s alone, it’s fair game.

“Hey, don’t give me any of that,” Ann says. “You and packing your luggage is like mayonnaise and my flawless complexion—it’s not good, buster. Remember Hawaii?”

He feels his skin heat up, and slams the door harder than he should. “How the hell was I supposed to know I’d get randomly checked? ‘Sides, I didn’t do anything illegal.”

“A backpack filled with condoms and a toothbrush might as well have been illegal.” Ann reaches into her pocket, whipping out a wrinkled piece of paper. “You can’t pull that kinda crap now, and if I know him as well as I do, I’m sure Akira’s already packing for that.” She laughs at her own joke and raises her hand enthusiastically. He can’t help but grin as he high fives her. Hey, even if his life is falling apart, at least he’s still getting some, right?

“So I’m here to help,” she continues, shaking the sting from her palms. “I finished packing a day early and everything, so I better get some thanks after this.” Before he can complain, she holds up a finger, expression stern. “I know you don’t need help. Yes, I’m still worried about you. Yes, I’m doing this because I’m worried about you. Let me do this stupid little thing, okay? It’ll make me feel better.”

His stomach churns, more intense than usual. “You’re still worried about me?” he asks, breath hitching. What? No. Did he fail at that too? Does she know? That must mean Akira knows, right? And if Akira knows, then—

“Whoa, hold on!” A hand grips his shoulders. “Deep breaths, Sakamoto. Don’t spiral on me now.” Gently, he’s led to a chair. He sits gratefully and waits for his heart rate to drop. The entire time, Ann stays quiet.

Eventually, when the room stops closing in on him, he sighs and leans back against his chair. “Sorry,” he says, feeling really stupid. Damn, what happened to him keeping this on the down low?

She slaps his knee. “Shut up, don’t apologize for that,” she scolds, and he almost smiles. It’s easy to forget how good Ann is at this sort of thing. For better or for worse, she’s had plenty of practice while talking to Shiho. The grip on his knee tightens. “Ryuji…”

He shakes his head. “No.”

And, for better or for worse, she absolutely does not let things go.

“Look, buddy.” The grip is starting to hurt, and it means business if her red acrylics are anything to go by. “I just saw you have a teensy little panic attack two damn minutes ago, and you’re expecting me to just leave you to it? Are you a clown? Are you a clown in a circus, Sakamoto? Is that what you are?”

“I just don’t want to fucking talk about it.” He shoves her hand off his knee, and before he knows it, his voice is raised. “Christ, can’t you just leave me alone? All you do is get up in my business when I clearly didn’t ask you to. Just cause we did this whole Phantom Thief crap together doesn’t mean it gives you the right to everything going on in my life.”

He loathes the ringing in his ears from his own voice. He hates it when he yells in the apartment, but hates the silence that follows more. Too much like his dad, too much like his exhausted mom.

Ann is staring up at him, hard and unwavering. “You’re such a piece of shit sometimes.”

“Huh?”

“If you want me off your tail, you’re gonna have to work harder than that.” She gets on her feet, glaring at him. “‘Piss me off and make me leave in tears’ was your tactic, right? Boring. Overdone. Try again.”

The way she’s standing, shoulders pushed back and chin jutted out like she’s ready for a shoot in some kind of army magazine, means she’s dead serious.

“Ann, just get the fuck out of my house. You’re really starting to get on my nerves.”

“Ooo, classic 'angry and make me storm off’, right? Better, but not good enough.”

“What the hell are you even saying?”

“I’m saying that you could say whatever pops into your bleached head—” she flicks his forehead, viciously sharp nails digging into his skin. “And I wouldn’t go anywhere. You could call me names, or threaten me, or try to hurt me, but I am not going anywhere.”

Her eyes are bright blue, but he can still feel the heat of it like Carmen was inches in front of him. His throat quivers when he swallows. She’s really not going to give in.

“My knee’s been real bad lately,” he relents, making a fist and lightly knocking it against his thigh. “Normally it acts up during bad weather, but the sun hasn’t left in weeks and it still sucks. I didn’t wanna tell anyone, ‘cause I hate talking about…” he trails off, but she doesn’t need him to continue. They both know damn well who he’s referencing.

Ann’s face crumbles. “That’s horrible,” she says, absently rubbing the red mark on his forehead. “I’m sorry I was mean.”

He waves it off, the same way he does whenever his mom asks him if he’s getting enough sleep. “Don’t sweat it. I know how crazy you get.”

It’s a real testament to how worried she must’ve been when she didn't take the olive branch. “I know you probably don’t want to worry the group, but you should tell Akira.”

“Ann—” he starts wearily.

“You know I’m right about this. Now that the Metaverse is back and we’re going to be running around more, he can’t not know about this. Your boyfriend aside, he’s our leader. Something really nasty can happen if we’re not thinking straight.”

“...Sure.”

Ann gives him a weird look. “That was surprisingly easy. I thought you’d complain more.”

She’s getting way too sharp. “What, you wanted me to be a dick about it?”

“I guess not.” Leaning against his kitchen counter, she chews her lip like it’s bubble gum. “Can I do anything to help?”

“Yeah.” Ryuji stands to stretch, ready for this conversation to be over. “You can keep this between us—”

“—Except for Akira,” they say in unison, Ryuji exasperated and Ann insistent.

“Fine. I’ll back off if you think you have it under control.”

“Hallelujah, she’s finally giving me space.”

“But,” her gaze is harder than steel. “Never, ever keep secrets from me again, got it?”

Ryuji rolls his eyes. “Gotcha. Can we get started now? I’m over talking about my horrible past so that we can finally have a straight-out-of-an-anime summer vacation.”

Her eyes brighten up. “Yes! Okay, I made this huge list and I know for a fact we’re gonna have to go for a quick shopping trip—”

“Quick? So, like, three hours going by your standards?”

“Don’t interrupt me. We need to pack some swim trunks, toiletries, and I know you’re worried about your mom so we’ll go grocery shopping for her before we leave in the morning.” Feet tapping excitedly, “This is gonna be so fun. You start packing, I’ll go shopping. Rendezvous in an hour.”

Before he even gets a chance to put a word in, she’s already out the door.

—

Later that night, when everything is messily thrown into one oversized backpack and a rucksack and the fridge is chock full of groceries for his overworked mother, he gets a text.

TA: i know you said not to bring it up but i dont care TA: i searched it up and apparently cold and hot compresses can help with the pain on your knee TA: also getting shoes with really good support would help too. i modeled for some shoe brands, i can def get you some discounts!!! TA: like, i know this is all base level stuff and you know this already, but i bet you we can ask sophia for more help. maybe she can access top secret doctor stuff for knee injuries?? :O

Ryuji stares at his phone for a long moment, before shoving it under his pillow.

Great. Add ‘guilt’ and ‘keeping up with a lie’ to the list of shit he has to worry about.

—

“A lake!” Yusuke cries, kneeling in front of the body of water like a man discovering a desert oasis. Gently, he cups the clean water and cradles it against his cheek. “You are nothing like the garbage-infested sewers in Tokyo. You are crystal clear. You are divine. You are salvation. You are—”

“Akira, Inari’s being a weirdo again,” Futaba points an accusing finger at Yusuke, who’s shirt is slowly absorbing more and more of the water. “At this rate, he’s gonna have to change.”

Makoto grunts as she lugs out the grill singlehandedly, a loud clang ringing out when she nonchalantly sets down a family-sized piece of machinery. “Alright, here it is.” She catches the look of awe that Ryuji’s giving her. “Does it still shock you that I can probably bench press you twice over?”

“I’m just trying to figure out where you’re hiding all that muscle, prez,” he snorts, and it’s the truth. Her and Akira must be the same breed, considering they’re both way too lithe to be this strong. He’s seen the way they throw a punch in the Metaverse—they could probably disintegrate a dude in real life if they really wanted to. Like yeah they workout, but not that much. Maybe they’re dieting too? He’s tried dieting, but ramen is just way too good, even at the expense of muscles.

“Ryuji, when you’re done spacing out, can you grab the ingredients?” Akira calls out.

“Ugh, cut the mind reading dude, it scares the hell out of me.”

He shoots him a signature Kurusu Akira smile; small yet disarming all the same, and it never fails to get Ryuji’s heart to do weird flips. “It’s not mind reading once you realize that I’m just obsessed with you.”

Instead of answering, Ryuji grumbles as he stalks off into the RV. Damn him and his genuine words and compliments.

He pulls out their luggage from underneath the table. Akira doesn’t need to say what ingredients he needs to grab—he’s helped out enough times during Leblanc’s afterhours to know the curry spices by heart. Ryuji might be a failure, but hey, he can do this no problem.

Grabbing bottles and shakers and balancing them on top of his arms like an overworked waiter, he glances left and feels his heart dropped. The envelope from his room—dust-free from rubbing against the rest of his luggage—is sticking out of his backpack. After a quick adjustment, he uses his free hand to shove it deep in his bag, hearing the paper crinkle in on itself.

It was a spur of the moment decision to bring it along with him, one that he’s still half-regretting. Why’d he do it? Maybe he was worried that he might enjoy this trip a little too much? Maybe he was some kind of masochist that likes having his problems and anxiety follow him literally everywhere he goes? Maybe he was scared to hell and back that his mom would find it before he had a chance to tell her himself? Fuck if he knows.

Poking his head out of the door, he yells, “Heads up!”

Throwing a bottle of black pepper, Akira catches it without looking. “Thanks.”

“Don’t sweat it.”

“Too late, I already sweat a little bit.”

Ryuji squints. “It’s sweated. Right, Ann?”

“Don’t look at me. I went to America for modelling, not a spelling bee.”

“I won all my spelling bees in middle school,” Makoto says, chest puffed out in pride.

“Were you the only one who joined?”

“That’s not important.”

Akira’s phone beeps enthusiastically, and Sophia’s voice rings out. “Got it! According to the internet, ‘sweat’ and ‘sweated’ are both grammatically valid. Technically, both Ryuji and Ann are correct.”

“Can we all just shut up for a second about sweating, for the love of god,” Futaba fans her face weakly. “It’s already sooooo hot. I feel like my skin is melting. Yusuke, is my skin melting?”

He looks at her for a moment, peering closely. “Yes.”

“How about we go in for a quick dip in the lake?” Haru offers, and Ryuji suspects that she can feel the same energy that he’s feeling when the group gets like this. “We were all talking about how beautiful it was, and it would cool down Futaba-chan no problem.”

She leans down, swirling her hand in the water. “It’s a little chilly, but it’ll definitely take care of the heat.”

“Good idea!” Futaba jumps up and throws off her shoes, ready to march in. “This is gonna feel so good.”

“Socks!” Akira reminds her.

“I know that!”

Haru and Yusuke follow suit, eager to get away from the heat, Makoto going in to change to shorts. Ryuji guesses it’s probably not an easy feat to roll up leather pants. Probably makes it either to ride motorcycles, or whatever people with leather pants do.

He feels a poke in his side. “You hopping in with them?” Akira asks.

No. The answer is already at the tip of his tongue, ready to roll out. Given how cramped the RV is, keeping up the trademark Sakamoto energy while lugging more baggage than an airport employee is brutal. It’s barely been a day since they started the trip, and he’s not sure how much longer he can keep this up. Already his chest feels heavy with something, and whenever all the windows are rolled up, it gets weirdly hard to breathe. But if he says no, Akira would definitely know something was up.

“Uh—”

“Actually, I think we’ll take over the curry for you,” Ann cuts in.

Ryuji turns to her, startled and wide eyed.

“Why?” Akira asks, just as confused as he is. They both know how much Ann loves being in the middle of things, especially in group hangouts.

“Because you look like you could use a break. I know for a fact that you had to pack Yusuke’s stuff for him, or else the van would’ve had fifteen canvases and an easel, and you had to grocery shop for everyone, and talk Haru out of a guilty spiral because she wasn’t confident enough in her driving. And all this before—” Ann looks down at her wrist to peer at a non-existent watch. “Five o’clock.

He frowns. “Sure, but I’ve done twice as much during our prime. This,” he gestures at the pot. “Is a walk in the park. Thank you, though.”

Ann sighs, heavy and contemplative. “I didn’t want to say it out right, but since you’re being difficult…” She places a hand on his shoulder. “You should hang out with Futaba more. Being gone from her for that long has been rough, and yes, we took care of her while you weren’t there, but you’re different.” Her hand tightens. “You know, Wild Card and all that.”

“That’s not what that means, but I appreciate the effort,” Akira says. Despite his words, it’s clear that what she said bothered him. Eyes flickering to Futaba, enthusiastically kicking the water to see how far the droplets would go, he directs his gaze to Ryuji. “Is it okay if…?”

Ryuji rolls his eyes, pretending like relief isn’t crashing through his body. “Go.”

Akira kisses his cheek. “Thank you.” When he pulls away, he gives Ann a hesitant look.

She grimaces. “Thanks, but no. Go hangout with the gremlin.”

He gives her a salute and saunters off, rolling up his jeans to wade through the water, making sure to splash Futaba on the way there.

After a moment of silence, he sighs. “Fine, I’ll say it. Your acting classes are actually doing you some good.”

“Ha!” she points at him triumphantly. “And you said it’d be a waste of time!”

“I didn’t say that.” Ryuji slouches into a nearby camping chair, the one that Sojiro forced them to lug along, hoping that some of his fatigue would seep away. “We both know that Futaba’s never been better, so what’s up? Why’d you throw out Akira like that?”

“It’s not for me, stupid,” she scoffs, but he can’t help but feel the weight in his chest get even heavier. He sinks even deeper into his chair. “The water was cold, right? That would make your knee even worse.”

“Yeah,” he blinks, having already forgotten the whole fucked-up knee story. “Thanks.”

“I won’t chew you out for not telling Akira, even though I should. But like I said,” she ruffles his hair. “I got your back. I know it must be hard, but you’re still acting all normal. We’re lucky that it’s only affecting you in the real world, too.” She had come up with that one herself, and thank god she did, cause he wouldn’t have known what to say if she had confronted him on how he could easily do flips and sprints in the Metaverse. “That just takes a lot of guts, and even though I know for a fact this would make you feel so much better once you tell him, I trust that you know what you need better than me.”

“Quit trying to look all cool,” he says, and prays to fucking god that the red on his face comes off as embarrassed gratitude rather than earth-shattering guilt. “And aren’t you supposed to be cooking, curry master?”

“Hey, he asked you to do it, not me. I’ll help you get the ingredients, but no way I’m doing the whole cooking shebang.”

“Ugh, fine,” he says, as if he doesn’t secretly love the idea of getting to cook for Akira this time instead of the other way around. Pushing himself up, Ann reaches out to help him. “You don’t gotta baby me, Takamaki.”

“I’ll baby you for as long as I need to, and then eventually Akira will be the one babying you. We come in shifts.”

“I hope you’re unionized.”

Makoto pokes her head out of the RV, wearing a showercap. “Did someone say unionized?”

“What the hell?” Ryuji staggers back in shock. Crap. “How long have you been there?”

“And why are you wearing that?” Ann gasps.

“Not long, and I don’t want my hair getting wet in case I fall in. We have no idea what’s been in here.”

“Were you going to fall in a bathtub?”

“Did you want me to push you in?”

“No, ma’am.”

—

There wasn’t a problem initially. Well, not one in Palaces, anyway. Wait, they’re called Jails now, which is really confusing. Ryuji’s just gonna have to avoid using those words so he doesn’t make himself look like an idiot.

Back in Shibuya, it had been...fine. Attacks landed, punches were dodged, Batons passed like his life depended on it (and it did). Like clockwork, instinct came to him and the weird nostalgic normalcy of fighting Shadows made it bearable.

Ryuji was off his game, and he could tell.

But he was barely off his game. If anything, he still had a foot on his game. Maybe even an entire leg on the game if he was being generous. He was still enough on the game that even Akira doesn’t notice.

But the weird part was, he doesn’t mind the fact that he’s off his game. In an even weirder way, he’s never been more on his game in his entire life.

“There!” Futaba’s voice crackles through the comms. “Uncle is open wide!”

“Her name is Ante, Oracle,” Makoto responds, brass knuckles jammed into the throat of some poor Shadow. “It’s open, but it’s vicious.”

Ryuji calls for Kidd just as she pulls away, wiping out the rest of the weaker ones with ease. “This thing’s like a goddamn mousetrap.” Ante’s serpent body slithering on the cool tiles so fluidly that it gives him the creeps. Her tail has tiny spikes etched into it, like mini knives hot glued onto a tetherball. The minute any of them even come close, she strikes outwards. “How vicious is vicious?”

“Depends on how fast you are.”

Akira’s head jerks up, and when their eyes meet, cracks a smile. “Fast, you say?”

Ryuji grins wider than he has in days. Joker relying on him? How can someone not feel a little giddy at that? “Say no more, leader.”

He stretches quickly, and feels eyes piercing the back of his head. Ann, probably. Shrugging it off, he sprints low towards Ante. As long as Ann doesn’t say a word, there won’t be a problem.

She’s taken hits from where Akira’s been concentrating on her. A mixture of bullet holes in its scales mixed in with cross slashes from where his bless attacks hit had left her delirious and pissed off. When he’s close, she bares her fangs and strikes, only for him to skid on the smooth tiles, rugged hands touching his mask.

“Come on out, Captain!”

His blond hair ruffled from Kidd’s attack, a crack of lightning came down from his Persona’s mangled hand, and a split second later her tail had been sliced clean through. And another crack comes, her neck landing on the tiles with a muffled thud. An attack that should’ve just been enough to incapacitate Ante had instead completely decapitated her.

A beat of silence passed as everyone processed what had happened. Ryuji’s mouth drops open, but he can’t muster any surprise.

He doesn’t know how, or why, but for some reason his attacks have been at least five times as strong as they had been back before the Metaverse was still intact. Moves that he didn’t even know are on the tip of his tongue, as if he had practiced them all his life. Normally this would only happen after rigorous training for months, adding up in tiny increments.

Now it happens every day.

“Well, looks like someone woke up on the right side of the gym today,” Futaba laughs awkwardly.

“What on earth was that, Skull?” Haru asks, eyes wide. “I had never seen you do something like that.”

Morgana’s tail swished. “She makes a good point. When’d you learn that one?”

“I don’t know.” He calls back Captain Kidd, eyeing the drop that Ante had left behind, but doesn’t move forward to snatch it up. “But whatever the reason is, it’s awesome as hell. I mean, did you see that? Sliced that thing open like a stuffed bear.”

“Let’s not bring stuffed animals into this, please,” Makoto frowns.

Akira’s giving him a look again, and it leaves Ryuji unsettled. “What is it, dude? I got something on my face?”

“No,” he steps closer, and his voice drops. “Are you alright?”

“Am I alright? I’ve never been better, man.” He flashes him a grin, hoping that it’s bright enough to distract Akira’s ever-searching eyes. “Come on, let’s get moving. Natsume’s heart isn’t gonna change itself.”

After one last glance, he nods, and Ryuji can see the minute Calculating Joker comes back. “You heard him. Let’s get moving, everyone.”

They all follow him up the stairs, eager to get moving past the eternally bleary and uncreatively written setting of Natsume’s Jail.

“Psst!” Ryuji hisses at Ann, who turns to him with a question in her eyes. “Panther! Get your ass over here!”

“What?” she whispers back.

He rubs the back of his neck. “I fucked up my knee when I rushed her, and I still haven’t told Joker, so do you mind…?”

An expected look of disapproval emerges from her expression, and Ryuji hurries to beat her to the punch. “I know, I know! But I can’t tell him in the middle of all this, now can I?”

“Fine,” she grumbles before calling Carmen. “I’ll cover you for now, but only ‘cause I’m a good friend and I’m super cute.”

“Yeah, the cutest, prettiest, whatever.” He glances over to Akira, swooping down to grab Ante’s drops before heading up. “Quick, before he looks back.”

Diarama washes over him, and even though relief floods through his body, he can feel a bead of sweat running down his temple. He’s not sure if it’s from her inherent heat or from the stress of lying to her again.

“Better?” Ann asks.

“Way better. Thanks.” He catches Sophia looking at them curiously. “The kid’s watching us. You better move ahead before she starts analyzing our personality types or something.”

Her eyes light up. “You think she’d do it if I asked? I really wanna know.”

“Just go!”

Ann hurries to catch up to Sophia, and while she’s distracted, Ryuji gently rolls up sleeves—he had gotten nicked by Ante as he slid. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem; he had gotten thrown through walls, been hit by mini hurricanes, been blown up by a boat, and walked away from all that still swinging.

Yet lately, any tiny, fractional, miniscule injury is enough to shoot unbearable pain throughout his entire body. It’s as if he was back in Kamoshida’s Palace, where every punch thrown at him had been life or death.

Glancing down at his forearm, he sighs. The cut was gone, but he can’t keep asking Ann to heal him in secret every time.

“Skull?”

Hurriedly pulling down his sleeve, he glances up to see Akira standing in front of him.

“Everyone’s waiting for you,” he says casually, as if those words don’t mean the entire goddamn world to Ryuji. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he answers, shaking his head. “My bad. Let’s go.”

They clambered up the staircase, and Ryuji decides that all of that stuff—getting injured and having it hurt like hell—just isn’t too important.

That just means that he’ll be fine as long as he doesn't get hit, and he’s had plenty of experience dodging punches that were thrown at him before.

—

“Cheers!”

All of them raise their red plastic cups, clinking it against each other in a way that they see adults do all the time on TV. Apple juice and iced tea slosh as they gulp it down eagerly, excitement so prevalent that they can hardly taste the cheap, convenience store-esque quality of their drink.

“This isn’t too bad,” Makoto muses, leaning against the faux-leather seats of the RV. “Though it would probably taste better if it wasn’t room temperature.”

“Does it look like this place has a mini fridge?” Futaba says, legs swinging down from her top bunk. “That’s a good idea though. I should’ve bought mine from home. Can you imagine we’re halfway through a six hour road trip and you want iced coffee and boom! Two feet behind you is Futaba’s Ice Cold Cafe, one hundred yen per use.”

“I hope you’d be ready to sleep on it, because this place is cramped enough as is,” Akira slaps the wall a few times, the way a rancher would a sturdy horse. “We’re lucky with what we have.”

“I know that! Without this thing we never would have been able to conquer Natsume’s Jail.” She reaches down to muss Yusuke’s hair. “I’m sure Inari feels good about that.”

He smiles, hair sticking up in all directions. “Of course I feel satisfied. Though I understand his struggle, being able to stop a fellow artist into becoming a true monster is always something that will bring me joy. Justice will never stop feeling good.”

“Cheers to that!” Ann raises her drink. “And you know what? This wouldn’t have been possible had Ryuji not kicked some major ass in that Jail.”

The group whoops and hoots loudly, and Ryuji can’t help but scoff when Ann winks at him. “Aw guys, you’re making me blush. I’m fucking awesome, sure, but we’re all pretty amazing.”

Haru shakes her head. “She’s right, Ryuji-kun. WIthout you, defeating dragon Natsume would’ve been much more difficult.”

“Even I can admit that you’ve gotten much stronger, Skull.” Morgana leaps onto the table, licking up the bowl of apple juice that Haru had left him. It feels wrong to let an animal drink that, but he’d never say anything about it. “Have you been training?”

Ryuji shrugs. “Yeah, a little.”

“Ooo, look at Mr. Humble all of a sudden,” Futaba jeers.

“I’m always humble!”

Ann grimaces. “I don’t think so. Remember when you finally got Akira to go on a date with you—”

“How dare you. He was begging me to go on a date with him—”

“And you wouldn’t stop telling us about how you had nabbed the coolest guy in Tokyo—”

Ryuji nearly jumps over the booth to put a hand on her mouth. “Quit yammering, Takamaki, I’m begging you.” He feels something slimy on his hand, and pulls back quickly. “Ew, did you lick me?! That’s so effing gross.”

“You’re gross.”

He feels a hand on the small of his back, warm and familiar. “I don’t think you’re gross, Ryuji,” Akira says. “I think you’re very clean.”

A harmonic beep rings through the air. “Sorry to interrupt,” Sophia’s clear voice cuts in. “But Akira, you got an email.”

“Thanks Sophie.” He points to where his phone is perched on the windowsill, propped up so she can see them celebrate their victory. “Can you…?”

Ryuji wordlessly passes it to him as everyone breaks off into smaller conversations, chatter blending into each other until it sounds like the kind of white noise he would queue up when he’s desperate to get some studying done. Immediately, Akira begins scanning through his phone, gray eyes focused.

He props his head against his shoulder to read alongside him and makes a noise of interest. “You signed up for cram school?” he asks, surprised.

“I did,” he replies, thumbing through the details of his admission.

Ryuji stares at him. “But you’re so fucking smart. Why are you paying who knows what to learn shit you already know?”

“Because Tokyo U barely cracks a 30% admission rate, and chemistry is hell incarnate.” With one last few clicks, he sets his phone down with a wince. “Sure is expensive though. We might have to reform the heart of someone in the education committee.” When he continues to stare at him wordlessly, Akira turns to him. “Don’t worry, I’m still leeching off of the Thieves' money from last year, so it’s not too bad when you take into account my part-time back home.”

“No, that’s not—I’m just—” he shakes his head and forces himself to start over. “Since when did you decide on Tokyo University?”

It’s Akira's turn to look taken aback. “What do you mean? You’d never leave Tokyo, especially if it meant leaving your mom.”

“That’s not the point. The point is I’m making you choose between me and your hometown!” he exclaims, but he already knows in his heart what Akira’s choice is going to be. It’s stupidly obvious. For some reason, the longer this conversation goes on, the tighter his chest feels.

The feeling doubles when Akira’s eyes, always focused and always sharp, subdued at his words. “Are you really comparing yourself to that place? You know I’d choose you over anything.” He reaches forward and combs through Ryuji’s hair, hushed and gentle in a way that only Akira can manage. “I’m so excited to live life with you again.”

The white noise, so comfortable before, abruptly turns overwhelmingly loud—grating and unbearable and painful to be around. Ryuji stands abruptly, barely reacting to Futaba’s yelp when he backs into her.

“Hey! What gives?”

“I…” his eyes dart around, flinching when he accidentally makes eye contact with Akira, and again when he locks eyes with Ann.

The sudden silence from the group is somehow worse than the noise from before, and if the tightness in his chest gets any more painful, his lungs are gonna burst into a million pieces and he’s not gonna be able to pick it all up from the ground if everyone’s watching.

“Trash,” he blurts out.

“What?” Makoto blinks, glancing up from her map.

“This place is disgusting and it’s way too cluttered and it’s bad to leave such a big mess so I’m gonna—” Ryuji grabs the plastic bag filled with garbage, haphazardly tossing empty cans and plastic cups into it. “I’ll be back. Don’t wait up.”

Before they can question him, he’s already out of the RV, towing trash and leaving his friends behind him.

—

“What the fuck was that?!” Ryuji screams into the sky.

He was far enough from the trailer that he knew they couldn’t hear him even if they had strained their ears, and it was late enough into the night that even the tourists weren’t poking around to look at the shrines or the Great Masamune himself.

“Keep it a secret’, my ass! That was the second dumbest thing—no, the third dumbest thing you’ve ever done in your entire life. Do you know how high that threshold is, Sakamoto? High! Higher than you can see with your own two eyes! Higher than Yaldabaoth’s goddamn crane-sized spine!”

Swooping down, he grabs a fistful of pebbles and throws it as hard as he can. “You are so selfish! What happened to keeping ‘Kira happy, you effing asshole?” Relishing in how far it went, he takes another two more. “You are so annoying. You are—” he throws, the rocks landing with a little plink. “Insufferable. Stupid. Selfish. A fucking—” this time, he doesn’t even know where it lands. “Gah!”

Turning on his heel, he glares up at the statue and grits his teeth when he sees Masamune’s stoic expression. “Don’t give me that look—you’re dead. You ain’t got nothing to complain about. Everyone’s remembering you as the guy who saved Japan, or whatever. But guess what? You’re probably a loser. A dumb, stupid loser who convinced everyone that you’re good for something when you’re worth jack shit!”

Before he can stop himself, he takes the garbage bag full of cans, glass bottles, and crumpled chip bags and hurls it at Masamune. It hits the base of the statue, far below damaging the One-Eyed Dragon himself, but the glass cracks under the force of being thrown, tearing through the plastic and causing trash and shards to explode all over the steps. Ryuji’s chest is heaving as he stares down at what he’s done.

“Impressive.”

He whirls around at the voice behind him, stomach lurching straight to the ground when he sees who it was. “In his years of war, I doubt that anyone’s ever tried throwing waste in his direction in order to defeat him.”

“Yusuke,” he breathes, feeling his frustration draining away to make room for even more guilt, if that was even possible. Ryuji cannot possibly look any more of an asshole than he does right now—tearing his throat raw in a public space, surrounded by the garbage he had thrown at a national monument in front of a guy who clearly worships and respects art that’s old as hell. “Sorry, I’ll clean it up, I promise. I was just…” he hesitates. “Talking to myself.”

Yusuke hums, unconvinced, and carefully approaches the mess in front of him. Ryuji waves him off. “No, don’t. Broken glass is a bitch, especially the little pieces. If that gets in your skin, it’s game over. You’d have to go into the hospital for sure.” He grimaces. “Trust me. My dad used to throw beer bottles at our place like he was in a ball game, and that ain’t fun, I promise you that.”

“I see.” Turning around, Ryuji hoped that he was magically going to head back to the group and not mention this to anyone there, but instead Yusuke stopped in front of a water fountain. “You’re right. If you’re not careful, it could be very easy to hurt yourself when dealing with broken glass.” Pulling out a handkerchief from his breast pocket in a way that only Yusuke can, he soaks it in water before crouching down at the shards glimmering under moonlight. “But if you use wet fabric to dab it on the shards itself—” he pats the concrete and flips the fabric over, revealing the moist and glistening pieces stuck on its side. “You can clean up the pieces with little to no danger.”

“Huh.” After a moment, he realizes that he’s making Yusuke do the dirty work for him. “Pass me that. Thanks for the tip, but I can take it from here. I mean,” he rubs the back of his neck. “It’s totally my fault that the glass is here anyway.”

He doesn’t look up from his task, eyes focused and movement meticulous. “No need. If you’d like to help, you can start picking up the non-dangerous litter around us.”

Ryuji does as he’s told, wincing as he has to pick up sticky, pop-soaked wrappers with his bare hands but he doesn’t complain. Karmic retribution has never held back against him. “The glass thing,” he starts, squatting down and picking up empty cans and plastic utensils with curry remnants still stuck to them. “They teach you that in Kosei?”

“No, from one of Madarame’s past pupils actually.” Yusuke shifts over to dab at another glass-covered section, concrete looking clearer with every pat. “Sensei had a rather violent habit of hurling canvases at the wall if they do not meet his standards, and his actions had led to many of our more fragile belongings being shattered when he did.” His tone doesn’t change, but Ryuji can see his shoulders tighten. “At least it allowed me to move away from that house very quickly, considering I had very little to pack away.”

Ryuji opens his mouth to comfort him. Instead, he finds himself speaking in a low tone. “Glad that bastard is rotting in jail,” he resists the urge to spit on the ground. “Then afterwards, I hope he rots in hell, just to really cover all of our bases.”

That pulls a chuckle out of Yusuke. “Thank you,” he smiles, and all Ryuji can do is nod. There isn’t much you can say after that without making it weird. But how weirder can it possibly get when the two of you are off towing around someone’s perception of the world on a daily basis?

They continue to work in silence; the wind is gentle, but it’s enough to rustle the leaves and allow Ryuji to feel some relief from the summer heat. He’s picking up wet paper tissues, and it’s gross, but it’s nice to be doing something with his hands.

He’s just about done his part of the clean-up when he can’t take it anymore. “Aren’t you gonna ask?”

“No,” Yusuke answers without looking up. That’s another thing that Ryuji really appreciates about him—playing dumb has never been something that he’s done to get out of an awkward situation. To be fair though, Yusuke himself is an awkward situation.

“Why not?”

“Did you want me to?”

That question makes him pause, and Yusuke doesn’t wait for an answer. “You’ve always been the most vocal in the group, and while many a time it has been our downfall in terms of secrecy, I have always considered it one of your strong points. And if you, Sakamoto Ryuji, are indeed struggling with using your words,” Yusuke’s eyes turn to him. “Then it must be very difficult to talk about.”

A beat passes. “No,” Ryuji mutters. “I don’t want you to ask.”

“Then I won’t,” he says easily. “But I do have a question.”

“Lay it on me.”

Yusuke shuffles to crouch down next to him, and it’s kinda weird seeing someone as elegant as him pose like some kind of hoodlum. “Does Akira know about your struggle?”

His mind flashes back to the confused look back in the RV and he scratches his neck roughly. “I bet he does now.”

Yusuke leans back, shocked. “He doesn’t know?”

“I’m getting there! Don’t pressure me, man. You said it yourself, I’m fucking struggling.”

“Well, yes, I did say that, but it’s Akira,” he says the name almost reverently. “I’d be surprised if he doesn’t sense that something is askew.”

“I just said that, didn’t I? Goddamn, you and Ann are just two of the same peas in the same freaking pond, aren’t you?”

“It’s ‘pod’, Ryuji,” he corrects. “Ann is aware?”

“She—” Ugh, how does he explain that she thinks she knows, but really he had lied about what he told her? “She basically knows.” And because his fat mouth just keeps getting fatter, “She’s sort of part of the problem.”

Yusuke’s eyes widen and Ryuji hurries to cover up for his mistake. “She’s not a problem, it’s just that I didn’t explain…It’s really my fault, and how I deal with internal shit, you know what I’m saying? And Ann’s just kind of in the crossfire, so what ended up happening is when I talk to her about what I’m feeling, I end up just feeling worse.” He winces. First he lies to her and now he’s shit-talking her? “I did not say that. What I really mean is that, uh, feelings...and actions...are complicated,” he finishes weakly.

“I see,” he says finally.

It seems that even Yusuke has a threshold for uncomfortable moments, because he rises to his feet. “Thank you for sharing all of that with me.”

“Uh, yeah, for sure. Thanks for the glass trick.”

“No need to mention it. It’s much easier to clean up a mess when you have someone helping you.” He points vaguely behind himself, “Would you like to head back together? I’m sure by now the festivities are winding down, and the trash you were so keen on disposing of has definitely been thrown away.”

Ryuji blanches. It grossed him out that he forgot he was holding an armful of garbage in his hand. “You go ahead. I just need to,” he rocks his arms, almost cradling the wet garbage. “Throw this out.”

“Very well. I’ll see you when you get back, then.”

He waves at him, and Ryuji wiggles in response (unless he wants it all hitting the ground and restarting that whole process again, which, no thanks.) After dumping it all into a nearby trash can, the process of which lasts several minutes since he still had to sort out the recycling, he feels a buzz in his pocket.

KA: come back when you can KA: i miss you

He takes a shaky breath.

SR: on my way

#p5 #p5s #ryuji sakamoto #akiryu #mine #fic tag #plainly in truth #akira kurusu #pegoryu #happy birthday ryuji this ones for you

[cottoncandyjester]

kiseichū and dadzuku part 2

So clearly I was gonna stop this series cause honestly y’all didn’t come here for this you guys came for the sexy yandere ocs not seeing Izuku be a dad for a random oc..but i felt in the mood.

Part one

Warning this contains: near death? Some angst

"kise, it's time to wake up you're coming with me to work" the pro hero spoke in a soft tone while shaking the male, izuku was already dressed and ready so it shouldn't take them long to go it was just a matter of getting kise awake.

"thirty more minutes.."

"t-thirty?! That's far too long!" Izuku snapped with a shiver before scooping the boy up into his arms feeling him softly wrap his arms around izuku's neck which made the hero smile. The two have been closer lately and it made izuku really happy but since they've been living together izuku never even tested out kise's quirk to see what it could do..should he?

Izuku brushed the bright curls out of the boy's face watching his bright blue eyes open slowly causing izuku to beam with joy before feeling kise sit up only to see that he wasn't pleased to be awake so early.

"Morning kise!" Izuku cheered out and lose turned his head away "it's kiseichū.." he hissed out.

He's really mad at me!

Izuku have a nervous laugh before putting the boy down who rubbed his eyes with a low groan.

"Get ready, kay?"

"whats burning..?"

Izuku jolted and rushed off toward the kitchen, he had completely forgot to turn off the stove! "Our breakfast!" He hissed out only to see that the food was a charred black, he didn't have time to make more food..what will he do?

"you're a fucking idiot deku!"

"I know..."

"dumbass! What would have happened if you burned the place down!?"

Izuku had called bakugo who aggressively cooked breakfast for them and brought it to work. Kise hummed as he ate being the center of attention by the baku squad who all worked with deku at bakugo's agency.

"he's so cute!"

"he's small for a six year old"

"So what exactly is his quirk?"

Kise whined meekly as denki pulled the boy's cheeks and noticed that his teeth were sharp like some kind of wild animal. "Woah dude! This kid could take a chomp oh me if he wanted to!" The blonde said in awe as izuku gave a nervous laugh

"h-hey kaminari I don't think he likes that..you should stop." He stated before flinching when kise started to slip off his gloves and grab denki but was stopped by bakugo who gripped his wrist

"oi! Don't be such a brat! Dunce face leave the little shit alone unless you wanna turn into a puddle of sludge!" The blonde snapped out. Kise coughed lightly now trying to wiggle from bakugo's grip.

"hey kise, could you be hungry?" Izuku asked causing everyone to look his way before their eyes landed on kise who gave a simple nod. Silence fell upon the group before izuku glanced over at bakugo who gave a firm nod.

Kise sat in the white room as the pro heroes stared through the glass wall. "Yo bakubro should we really be doing this? I mean he's still so little" kirishima piped up his red eyes shining with worry ad he watched the boy reads a book with no gloves on.

"we gotta see what happens when he doesn't eat and how long he can last" bakugo stated as he glanced at izuku before a look of disgust crossed the blonde.

"you look like a worried mom deku you might be too attached"

"i-im just worried! I wouldn't say I see myself as a parent to him or anything though" izuku stuttered and mina smirked towards the male. "Oh yeah? What's his favorite food?" She asked and izuku answered within an instant "hamburger steak, or korean bbq though he always wants to cook it himself" he said and covered his mouth his face with a flustered expression of embarrassment.

"dude, you're totally a dad now."

"no more going to bars after work midoribro you gotta take care of your son”

Izuku huffs as sero and denki teased him before a loud cough caused him to shoot his gaze towards kise who was starting to wheeze and cough harder now starting to become antsy.

"we should open the door now, come on kacchan open the door already." Izuku said softly as he pressed a hand on the glass watching lose walk around the room looking for a food source.

"in a little bit, hes not dying yet"

"bakugo that's cold."

Bakugo glanced at kirishima who shared izuku's worried gaze watching at the boy started to get sicker now throwing up black sludge his breathing weaker as he gazed at the glass wall.

"p-please, I'm..hungry"

"kacchan!" Izuku shouted and bakugo walked to the door with a sigh. "Fine fine!" He snapped trying to open the door only for it to be jammed. "Shit.." bakugo hissed out now glancing over at kise who was too weak to walk so he dropped to his knees crawling towards the door as black sludge poured out his mouth and eye sockets.

"bakugo! The door!"

"shut the fuck up kirishima I'm trying! It's stuck!" He snapped and izuku took a few steps back green crackles of energy covering his body as kirishima hardened both of them have the idea of breaking the glass while mina tried melting the door

Crash

The glass shattered just as the door melted down and izuku rushed towards the boy scooping him up in his arms hugging him close. He was so light almost like he didn't weigh nothing at all, kirishima felt the boy touch his arm which kirishima didn't truly mind

"zu..zuku.." kise whispered out before bakugo yanked the kid away holding him upside by his ankle "Are you fucking stupid, do you two wanna die?!" Bakugo hissed out at the two heroes.

Kise looked at his hands watching them harden slightly though it was nowhere near as strong as kirishima. "Oh great good job shitty hair, giving the toddler some of your quirk its like giving a baby a gun!”

Izuku glared at bakugo slightly a wave of annoyance washing over him due to the fact that kiss could’ve died! “He’s just a child..you’re being so cruel. Stop it.” He said softly now scooping kiss in his arms putting his gloves on him.

“We aren’t doing this again, not so soon” Izuku demanded and the group was silent guilt filling them until Mina came up with an idea to cheer them all up. “Have you ever been to the Aquarium kise?” She said with a smile her eyes flickering when he shook his head no.

“We should go! All of us! Even you bakugo!”

“Eh!? Why me!” He snapped out with a growl. He flinched when kise grabbed his shirt and he eyes the boy his eyes softening at his soft little face. “Ugh. Fuck! Fine!” He snapped out “let’s go to the fucking aquarium..” he grumbled out with a huff.

#bnha #bnha oc #izuku modoriya #dadzuku

[currentfandomkick]

Bio! Dad Strange Part 9

Jason returns, may be a 2 parter to cover tim getting kidnapped and the aftermath. Will let you know at the end. We are getting to Marinette dealing with Ladybugging soon.

Marinette wasnt sure what to think this year. She met The Barry Allen last year. She also figured out 2 heroes pre-flash revelation and two more after—in her defense Hero Stalker’s old theory on The first Robin did Batman in. it is not her fault 5 founding members have the multiple-persona game of a booger.

She was also Tetch (Mad Hatter. Doesnt deserve the name) and Mr. J’s, Jerimah’s, last victim before they died. Then some idiots revived Jerimah. She hates his cult a lot, okay.

Everyone was on high alert and trying to keep her inside. The thing is, she hates being inside. She’s inside for designing, sure. Research? She’ll live.

But 24/7 inside time?

Never a good combo with her.

Rose’s plants may be snitches, but they seemed to agree on the over coddling. She’s ten, can break phones by tapping them, and is defiantely more off her stickers than on at the moment.

The one on her was uring her into some alleyway. If she was reading the movement pattern right, a gang fight.

Lovely, she usually did these with some sort of supervision but they were all being rude and she needed time outside.

She checked her belt, a few pairs of ball weights tied together with one chain each to make bolas clipped to back. She has a taser in hand, and a few rubber bullet loaded gun on one hip and a stun gun her size in the other. She had a packet of zipties and rope up each sleeve. Easy to giftwrap and humiliate bad people, like Batman does.

She blinked once when she saw—new player? In a bright red full face helmet that looks horrible. And he’s holding that gun make all wrong to max out usage. Ugh, amatuers.

Some part of her groaned about a potential run-in with Batman and his new Robin—she was pissed about Tim not telling her still—and decided this was as good an anger management as any. New vigilante, maybe the sirens would help him find a team.

She snuck up behind a few members, quick to grab the guns and move them out of reach. No need to give anyone playing possum an easy out, right—she saw a mix of her people in with the gang. She needed to teip this guy up before he hurt the RKC street kids and honoraries tangled up in this.

“Hey helmet, if you’re gonna shoot them you’re holding the gun wrong.”

Helmet turned to see her. She didnt grab her usual harley-knock off outfit for helping today. She wanted to be Pixie Pop for a bit. And if the Rogues forgot that she’s Pixie well, better for her, right? Pixie just wore her hair like Tinkerbell and wore a bit of green.

The guy he was aiming at made to run.

Marinette grabbed a makeshift bolas and threw it at his knees. She recognized him from one of the RKC hit lists—human trafficker. He fell with them wrapped around tight and defiantely injured bith his knees with how the weights hit him.

“I, Pixie Pop?” Weird, no one had seen her as Pixie in two years. How’d he know it was her?

“Yeah. Havent been around much lately.” She threw another bola at another guy. “You new?”

“Talk after i kill these guys.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, because really?

She threw a knife to screw his aim into non-lethal on one guy. “Kick their ass first, some RKC are in here.”

Helmet oddly did as she said, switching from guns to—is that. A. Sword?

She twisted to punch the guy sneaking up on her. Helmet threw a sword and landed it in his shoulder.

“Thanks!”

“Holy shot you’re really here this time.”

“Did you get hit with feargas as a baby or something?” Her partner being prone to dellusions and good with weapons was a bad thing.

“Just came back from the dead is all.”

marinette hit the guy going for helmet with her stun gun.

“That’ll do it!”

Helmet turned to one of the guys, gun at the ready. She had a feeling Helmet needed a lot of help, or else one of Rose’s agents would be down.

“If you know about pixies, you should know she got an upgrade to having some trust dust.”

Marinette walked over to the guy, letting her tracker plant take a look. The flower bloomed and he got a face full of ‘filter-less pollen’ that’s as close to a truth serum as Rose could make. After all, people can turn sides.

“Truth pollen?” Helmet was staring at her closely.

“Yep.” Marinette turned to her victim. “Are you helping the traffickers?”

“Does infiltration and killing them count as helping?”

Helmet stared at them then.

“Which team?”

“HKT ma’am. How did you get rose to give you one of those?”

“Think for a minute who she gives these to.”

“Comanding officers of the the RKC reconn and interigation but there’s only 15 and i met them all when i joined in the fall.”

“Im the summer help when theyre not puppy gaurding. Now, i have to do zipties on the traffickers, think you can help?”

“I lost coordination from the pollen.”

“Of course you did.”

Marinette turned to see Helmet staring at her. Like she should be dead, not the new revival guy.

“Good enough.”

“I thought only Poison Ivy could do things like that.”

“I have a badass team, well, when they aren’t going overboard. One week kidnapped and suddenly im made of glass.”

“Pixie you are what, ten?”

“So? Two of my best friends went missing becuase no one stepped up, one of them resurfaced as an idiot a year later but still.”

Helmet stopped then. “Two?”

“Hero stalker went after our big brother vanished.. he came back as an idiot.”

Helmet paused. “Hey, you check the others and i’ll help you drop off the good ones at a doctor or something.”

“Zipties are at the ready. Mind doing your share?”

Helmet did as she asked, working with her until all was squared away.

“Okay, my tracker gave off a signal to the RKC to gather our guys here, and—why are bleeding?”

Helmet looked up at her then. “I am?”

“... you’re coming with me since i dont know if you need a transfusion, but i know a guy who can help.”

“I’m driving.”

“On what?”

“Motorcycle.”

Marinette let him walk her to it, and she got on first. He ‘drove’ them while the plant told her when to turn. They ended up at her dad’s clinic as ‘Mr. Smith’. He was so grounding her.

“Smith, i need help,” she tried.

Her dad came out and paled when he saw her carrying Helmet. Before he passed out he let her take it off. “Red hoodie... oh god he said he was revived.”

Her father worked out the blood bags while she checked the wound, bullet still in there. She got it out with tweezers. No major damage to the muscles and shit. How many scars did he have? Pre or post revival?

When he came to she turned to her father and said one thing.

“So this is my new brother. Dont try to get out of it, he kept me alive when i was comstantly pixie, and you said if he was in a bad place then you’d take him in, no questions asked.”

Strange sighed, nodded, and went back to fixing Helmet up.

The next day he was forced moved into an extra room by hers. Somehow there was already clothes his size and style in it.

“Pixie...”

“Im determined and my honorary aunt is a cat burglar.”

Helmet hugged her.

“So for the documents, what do you want to go by?”

Helmet said he didnt want it to be obvious, given who he was before.

“Its not like you were robin.”

“I was.”

“.... i know two robins now, pre-robining. What is my life?”

“ you are ten, calm down. And you knew dick?”

“Met him as Nightwing, not very friendly. But uh, remember hero stalker?”

“The idiot who followed me and B?”

“Yeah, so funny thing, it was a thing that he wanted to be Robin when you went off from Gotham, and then he somehow managed to convince bats to take him on.”

“That Child is Robin.”

“Will be another hero soon if he knows what’s good for him—he’s too easy to make.”

“Wait, you know who he is-is or—”

“I know 5 secret identities and want to lodge a formal complaint about heroes having no secret identity game.”

“Youre ten. I refuse to let you deal with legal things.”

“But illegal is still on the table?”

“I am a vigilante, of course it is.”

“Good, so can we tlak about how dumb Supes secret id is? I photoshoped glasses on as a joke and looked at my file and knew.”

“Wait have they found you yet?”

“No? I dont think so. Not the mom and step dad or father one yet.”

“But its.”

“I know, but i can keep multiple secret identities. They cant handle one. What is this bull they drop in my lap? No masks for two of them, and the three with cant even manage a basic gait switch?”

“I am so glad you noticed too.”

“Also we need to intervene with Hero Stalker.”

“Does your father know-know or...”

“Knows i know, but knows im not telling even in death.”

“Fair. So, heads up i am going to yell at the JL after killing B for impact.”

“How about beating him up instead and kidnapping Hero Stalker? Bats is fine just needs an adult working with him.”

“Maybe. If my mind wasnt so fucked i’d send the Dick a text or something about this, but i think he hates me so that probably wouldnt work.”

“We have planning time, that’s what my house arrest is good for. Now name.”

“... i want to go by Jay.”

“James work?”

“Sure.”

“James “Jay” Smith then. And we are fixing your vilagante outfit.”

“What’s wrong with it.”

“Your helmet has a nose. And the who this is shit for discreet armour. I’ll get a rant in fifteen on armor history from a fashion obsessed friend and make something for you using that, ok?”

“Do i have a choice?”

“I am your little sister offically. resistance is futile.”

—

So the long awaited return of Red Hoodie/Red Hood/Jason Todd.

For refrence (as age is weird here) Jason looks 14/15 here, but due to dead years is technically 18

Tim is 12

Marinette is 10

Dick is 20something.

Bruce is 30something

Heads up, this will be a two parter for this summer. As i love the next part but need sleep.

@ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @emeraldpuffguide @dast218 @weird-pale-blonde-person @mystery-5-5

#maribat #maribat au #ml au #my au #my idea #marinette strange dupain cheng #marinette strange dupain cheng part 9 #bio! dad au #bio!dad strange #bio!dad au #this was so long guys #jason is back though #next one is chaos and tag-teaming and so much #its a ride and then we get ladybugging after

[ask-cockanaya-repository]

Poke-ranch ch1

Mel is a Pokemon breeder. She breeds with Pokemon. (But she also takes good care of them and makes sure all their needs are met.)

Kay — 08/26/2018 "Well sir, yes, we do offer that service, even though it's not advertised." The man says something across the counter quietly and gestures to the Gardevoir behind him, which steps forward. Mel, proprietor of the Poké-Greens Recreational Center, just on the outskirts of Nimbasa City, steps around her desk and squats down to greet the guest. "Hey there! Mind if I get a look at the problem?" The Gardevoir nods and shifts some of its skirt flaps to the side. "Well, that certainly gives me a good picture. You head in back, enjoy the facilities, and I'll catch up with you later, alright?" She smiles and stands, gesturing for the empathic Pokémon to head through the curtained door. As it does so, she returns to the desk to get the trainer's personal info before sending him off.

Scanning the info, she "Hm!"s satisfactorily before setting the form back down and looking out the window towards some of the Pokémon currently at her facility, enjoying the outdoor playsets and each other's company. Her own personal Mudsdale is being ridden by several varieties of electric rodent as he slowly canters around the property. Just the sight of the Pokémon relaxing and relieving stress makes her so happy she started this business, she almost zones out too much to notice another customer entering with Pokémon in tow. Johnaya — 08/26/2018 "See! I told you this was the place." The first woman says as she enters the store, holding the door open for her compatriot to follow behind. Both of them were wearing pretty sporty gear. All they were missing were two pairs of pom-poms to complete the ensemble.

"I told you I knew that! I'd just never been before." She playfully stuck her tongue out at her friend as she stepped inside. Beside her was a graceful looking Rapidash, the fire mane running down its neck flowing gently, the sound of his hooves clacking against the tiled floor. Following closely behind him was a much smaller fire horse, a Ponyta to be precise.

As the girls made it to the counter they smiled broadly at the owner and casually leaned against the counter. "Hi!" The first one said. "I'm Carly and this is Emily." She casually gestured to her friend who waved eagerly, handing her trainer card to Carly. "We heard that you just, like, opened up this place to take care of Pokemon! That's super cool." A small smirk crossed her face as she mouthed 'take care of' with her mouth while air quoting, waggling her eyebrows while Emily giggled silently behind her. When she finished speaking she stood there for a few seconds before realizing she was being rude, putting both her and Emily's trainer cards down onto the counter and touching her forehead. "Oh duh! I totally forgot to ask your name. My bad." Kay — 08/26/2018 The hoof clopping drags her out of her reverie, and she turns her attention across the counter to engage her customers. Busy day. When they imply she 'just opened' the place she mutters "I mean, it's been a few months..." but the cheer ladies just keep going. She almost manages to speak up when there's the brief silence, but Carly puts their cards down too quick. Finally, she says something with a little laughter in her voice. "I'm Mel, nice to meet ya. I guess I do... take care of them while they're here, but it's more of an R&R thing than it is caretaking. Although I am part of the daycare network..." She trails off, looking to the side. "Anyways! I see you've got these fine equines out of their balls already, if they've got any. They here to de-stress?" Johnaya — 08/27/2018 "Oh." Carly looks at Mel for a second before getting pushed aside by Emily, a small whinny coming from the Ponyta as it jumps out of the way. The Rapidash is much more casual about it, not needing to worry about getting knocked over by the rambunctious girls.

Emily plants her hands down on the counter and smiles at Mel once more, her ponytail bouncing in the air. "Yeah! Sort of anyway. See while we would want to leave both of them here little Dodge here isn't feeling up for it. He's never been to a daycare before." The Ponyta lets out a small, embarrassed sounding neigh and is gently prodded by the Rapidash. Carly lets out a coo and crouches down to pet at the Ponyta's head, careful of his firey mane.

"We're planning on leaving Charger here..." She gestures to the Rapidash who has since picked up his head, shaking his head at mention of his name, flames nipping at the air. "but I just wanted a little overview of what you were gonna do! Carly is the one who knew about this place and I don't believe half of the stuff she usually tells me." A dull thud is heard followed by an ouch from Emily as Carly lightly punched her shin. "So what are you gonna do to our big guy?" Kay — 08/27/2018 Mel follows their antics with one brow up but perks up and stands straight when addressed. She loves talking about her business. "Well, that depends! Has he been getting into lots of tough battles? Have your lives had a lot of interpersonal drama lately? Do you know what he enjoys doing? I make each Pokémon's stay here as fun and/or relaxing for /them/ as I can, based on what you can tell me and what I can get from them!" She grins. "If you look outside you can see plenty of the current guests enjoying the playground, but we've got plenty of other things indoors, like the bathhouse." She doesn't mention how much she had to save to get a place this nice built. That's for her to suffer quietly.

Mel leans forward, crossing her arms with her elbows on the counter. "Fella like Charger could get plenty of excercise if he needs it, but I've got a nice bath and a comfy bed lined up for him for sure. Other than that, it's up to him and you, really!" She tilts her head a little and closes her eyes with a smile as she finishes up her speech. Gotta look enthusiastic! Johnaya — 08/27/2018 Emily looks stunned during all of Mel's spiel. She hadn't expected there'd be that much of a variety of stuff here. Man these Pokemon had it great. If only she could stay here too! Idly she wonders about asking if Mel had a position open when they come back but, for now, she just returns the smile with vigor. "Well that sounds pretty great! I think the big boy could use a nice, relaxing bath." A nicker comes from Charger as he nudges against her shoulder, causing her to chuckle. "Sorry! Big man." Charger shakes his head at her and she can't help but roll her eyes.

Meanwhile Carly has finished comforting and loving Dodge, standing up and smiling at Mel again. For some reason now it's pretty noticeable that she has a decent pair of tits. Probably because her shirt was clinging to them now, having started sweating a bit from touching a fire horse. "Yeah that seems like a lot of fun! Just... take care of him however you want then." She flashes a little wink at Mel, ignoring the annoyed sigh from Emily, and licks her lips. "He is a big man and could use as much as you've got. If you know what I mean.~"

Emily's sigh got louder and she spoke up. "Ugh. Okay. So. Rumor has it." She stares directly at Carly when she says that. "That you get a little... physical with some of the Pokemon." She stood for a moment before realizing what she said, covering her mouth. "Oh my god I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, like, accused you of that." Kay — 08/27/2018 Man, these two are energetic. Mel stands with her weight on one leg and a hand on her hip, mildly amused at Carly's continued innuendo. Until Emily panics, at which point she shakes her head calmly and raises her other hand. "It's fine! Y'wanna know how that rumor got started?" She pauses just a moment, looking between the two of them before continuing. "It's because I totally do. What worse stress is there than sexual frustration? ESPECIALLY for battle Pokémon! I don't advertise it, y'know, so the kiddies don't see or anything, but if Charger here is underperforming because he's too horny to think straight, well... He'll be thinking straight by the time you pick him up." Her demeanor remains steady and hospitable, almost too much so for what she's talking about. "Think he needs it?" Johnaya — 08/27/2018 Emily is immediately relieved when Mel doesn't freak out at being accused of fucking Pokemon, which is good. It would've been awful getting thrown out before Charger even got a bit of relaxing in. At the question though she pauses and thinks, looking over her companion and humming. "Uh..."

Carly interjects before Emily can think of a reply, unable to help giggling to herself. "Well of course! He's pretty horny from what I see." Unsurprisingly she's pointing right at Charger's horn. He is entirely unamused and lets out an annoyed neigh before tapping his front foot against the ground, looking directly at Mel. Another neigh and whinny come from him as he tries to indicate that, yes, he's a bit pent up. "Oh, uh, wow. I guess he is though. Jeez." Carly blushes and rubs the back of her head, feeling a tad bad for keeping him so pent up.

With the awkwardness in the air the two of them are a bit less energetic though are nowhere near what someone might call calm. The both of them were blushing, wondering which one was going to speak next, before Carly talks once more. "I guess he does so... If it wouldn't be too much to ask can you like, help him out and all? How long do you think that'll take? Should we just, like, leave him here the whole day while we walk Dodge around?" She idly wondered if maybe their Ponyta might need some help too but elected to not bring it up. Maybe when they come back. Kay — 08/27/2018 "Leave 'im as long as you think is appropriate! Like I said, I'm on the daycare network, so you just come back after however long and depending on how many services I had to provide, we determine the charge then. Obviously if you only give me five minutes we're not going to get anything done and I'll just have to charge you for the hassle, but give me a few hours, or a few days, and I can do my job juuust fine."

Mel makes her way 'round the counter and gives all four of her guests their first unobstructed view. Tight work jeans show off her wide hips and partially hug the crack of her round, moderately large ass, as well as displaying her decently developed leg muscles. Her top is a light red button-up, tied off at the bottom to show just a bit of her tummy and give you a little tease of her treasure trail. Her hair is dark brown, and tied into two large bunches just above her neck. And right now she's got a classic curved bill hat and thick gardening gloves on.

She walks the length of Charger's body, keeping a hand on him. Nice, tight musculature, but she can feel the tension. Oh yeah, he needs... 'release' for sure. She gets to the rear flank and just barely stops herself from getting a peek at some of his goods, instead patting his thigh and turning towards his trainers. "Sound good? There's a little sheet there on the counter to fill out, if you've got no protests. Contact information and any notes you think I need." Johnaya — 08/27/2018 When Mel steps around the counter the two of them can't help but stare. Okay now they were definitely jealous of Charger. Damn that girl had a set of hips on her. Carly can't help but lean down a bit when Mel walks past to get a nicer look at her rear, getting a small thwap on her own for her troubles from Emily. Charger whinnies playfully and looks at Mel as well, gently tapping his hooves on the ground. Dodge, who had been staying out of this for the most part, comes over to nudge against Mel's hips. No wonder she opened up this place. Pokemon just seem very comfortable around her.   After getting spanked Carly figures she should try to not be so lewd and take care of the form, her own bubble butt wobbling as she steps next to the counter and gets to writing, putting Charger's ball up on the counter.

"Well you've got no protests from me! If the big guy needs it, feel free to do whatever." Emily smiles and blushes a bit, trying not to think too much about the whole thing. Mostly so she didn't get her mind stuck on cock. "He loves spicy foods and really likes the base of his horn rubbed and scratched at." She hums as she tries to think of anything else before shrugging. "I think that's everything! We'll see you in a bit Charger, okay?" Emily walks over to the Rapidash and gently pets his side before running her hand gently up and down his neck, pleased neighs coming from him. Kay — 08/27/2018 Mel gives him another pat on the side of his butt before giving Dodge a little friendly rub on the snout. "If one of you wants my number, you can take one of my cards there. Alright Charger, make yourself at home!" Another butt pat, this time motivationally while pointing at the larger door leading to the back. "Head right in there and I'll be in in a minute to get you all washed up." She goes behind her counter to take the pokéball and give it a little lable. There's gotta be some trick to it, but Mel has never been able to figure out how trainers always remember which ball is which. That done, she stuffs it in a cabinet with the rest and puts her hands on her hips while she waits for the customers to leave. Johnaya — 08/28/2018 A pleased whinny comes from Charger as he nonchalantly trots past Mel, looking at the door briefly before looking back at his trainer. Emily just smiles and waves to her equine Pokemon who shakes his head happily before finally stepping through. The girls, meanwhile, finish up with all the stuff they need before saying goodbye to Mel and wishing her luck with Charger. Dodge canters after they while neighing, his small flame mane billowing behind him.

Once through the door Charger doesn't know exactly what he should be doing. It wasn't often he was on his own without either Emily or Carly around. The environment wasn't what he was used to either. Or maybe he'd just forgotten what a place like this looked like. It had been ages since he'd been to any sort of daycare. The smell of other Pokemon was on the air and he wanted to go meet them. But he did get told to wait in the room. He lets out a loud whinny and taps his hoof to the ground, trotting aimlessly around the room, waiting for Mel to show up. Kay — 09/05/2018 Charger isn't waiting for long, Mel brushes aside the curtain nonchalantly and gives him another quick once-over visually to make sure he's not wearing any collars or other such things. The hallway they're in has tons of hooks and stands for freeing Pokémon from any clothing or accessories their humans put on them. There's even a couple of pegs for saddles to sit on, with one approximately Mudsdale-sized one already there. Satisfied that she's not missing something, she puts a guiding hand on his shoulder and walks him in farther, directly through a perpindicular hallway into a tiled washroom, with a couple of differently mounted sprayers and different scrubbing and washing tools for many shapes and sizes of animal. Mel gently ruffles Charger's coat with her fingers. Rapidashes have a very short, tightly packed coat of fur.

"Hmm, don't seem particularly gunked up, just general sweat, dirt, n' oil. First thing's first I'll get this hair of yours cleaner than the day you evolved. Then we'll..." Her eyes trail in the direction of his crotch before snapping back. "Get you situated to have a nice relaxing time. How's that sound?" She gives him a firm pat. "Now I know your mane isn't too amenable to water but you're no Charmander, just sit still and I'll try to spritz it as little as possible. You won't be losing any HP." She gestures to the middle of the room, skipping over the switches for any of the wall mounted sprayers and instead grabbing a good old fashioned spray hose. Johnaya — 09/08/2018 He definitely looked grateful when Mel stepped inside, even if it hadn’t been that long. A small neigh comes from him as Mel brings him deeper into the facility. Feeling her hand on his side makes him shake his head gently, following along with her. Seeing the new location has him curious, taking a few steps forward to sniff at the large saddle.

Hearing her mention water has him snort and bend his ears back. But he listens more before getting rowdy. Another whinny comes from him as he gently nudges her, trotting to the center of the room. His tail swishes gracefully as he watches her in curiosity, letting out a small snort. Kay — 09/10/2018 Mel gets right to it, starting with Charger's neck she takes a coarse brush to his fur along with the spray nozzle and works out all the grime. She doesn't actually even spray right at the base of his mane to avoid irritating him, instead spraying lower and brushing up towards that fur while keeping her hand flat so the flames don't lick at her if she can help it. She moves down the neck and across the back like this until she gets to his flank on one side, then switches to the other side and does the same. Working top to bottom she gets most of his sides this way, until she's done both sides and she stops, letting her grip off the spray handle and seemingly considering something. "Hey big guy, uh... Can you lift your tail for me?" Johnaya — 09/10/2018 At first Charger was worried about getting cleaned, mostly because of water but also because it was just strange. Sure he’d been brushed before but never this thoroughly. It was surprisingly relaxing. He lets out a pleased neigh and shakes his head from side to side, gently rubbing his snout against Mel when she’s close. That isn’t for long though as she’s soon along his sides, scrubbing them down.

Her question, and trepidation, has him look a bit confuse. He turns his head to look at her, cocking it to the side, before letting out a little whinny and tapping his foot. Turning back around his tail slowly lifts, flames licking at the air, as his nethers are exposed.

He spreads his haunches a little to let Mel get a better view but it really wasn’t necessary. As a horse like Pokémon his genitals were huge. His testicles are, individually, about as big as a melon and his sheathe is thick and deep. Up from that is a bulging piece of darkened flesh followed by a fat, doughy anus that was a little larger than a donut or poffin, completely smooth and twitching gently. Kay — 09/10/2018 Once the tail is pointed straight up she gives him a thumbs up while she continues, getting his flanks and the whole area around the ass on either side. It doesn't even slow her down any to stare at his hole for most of it and make an impressed whistle. What does slow her down a little is how much the smell of his sweat wafts out from there, which she takes a few deep breaths of and feels some stirring in her loins. She never sprays any of it though. "Hah... whew, must get real sweaty around the back here havin' a tail made of fire, huh?" She lets the water die down and sets her brush down on the floor. She also puts her hat on a shelf nearby next to some cleaning products, for some reason.

"Well, no reason to let that stay dirty, right?" Hand on his flank, she stares down that horse poffin. "Brush would be too rough though, and I think the sprayer'll splash up and hit the tail. Gonna have to get in there myself I guess." Her gloves finally come off and the first thing Charger will feel is Mel's tough hands on either one of his ass cheeks, followed by a warm, soft tongue on his taint. Mel's eyelids flutter even while closed as she tastes the combo of dried and fresh sweat along with the smell being less than an inch away from her nose now. In fact, as she drags her tongue upwards her nose drags across the outside of, then briefly dips into, Charger's anus, and she can't stop herself from groaning deep in her throat. Johnaya — 09/10/2018 He feels a little strange when Mel starts caressing his flanks and back end. Mostly because it wasn’t often anyone ever touched him around there. Sometimes Emily or Carly but they always apologized. Not Mel though. Charger wasn’t complaining though. Her hands felt nice, a small whinny coming from him at her question. He lets out a little snort as he watches her move around the room, readjusting his stance when she’s behind him once more. Then he feels her dive in.

He throws his head back and lets out a loud neigh, kicking his foot against the ground. It was a strange sensation but it felt so nice. His pucker twitches more as Mel’s face is right against it and his taint. Wanting to help, and because it felt nice, he bends his legs a little and thrusts backwards, burying Mel’s face deeper into his taint. Another pleased neigh and nicker comes from him, his balls lifting up briefly in arousal. Kay — 09/10/2018 "MPH" Charger, with his horse strength, makes Mel move her foot back to brace herself when her whole face gets slammed with asshole. For just a moment she stays there and breathes it in. "Mm, careful, I still gotta breath air!" Her tongue starts at the underside of his donut and swirls around the outside of it counterclockwise. Once she's gotten the whole circumference of it twice she moves in, swiping her tongue into the hole itself and doing the same thing before she just digs in, lips pressed against the fat horse hole to get her tongue as deep as she can, swirling it in circles. Below, she's pitched a pretty visible bulge down the side of one of her pant legs, the tip of which is starting to get slightly darker with dampness. Johnaya — 09/10/2018 He can’t help but let out a little neigh and look back at Mel when she pulls away, pulling back some himself and making sure she was alright. Sometimes he forgets his own strength. When she’s visibly okay he swishes his hips back and forth teasingly. He knows that she’s cleaning him up but he can’t help but enjoy it. He wonders, briefly, if he’s supposed to and if she was enjoying it as well. That was until she dove back into his hole. He lets out a deep, needy sounding neigh as he starts to push back again. This time he’s very careful, barely moving himself back, just thrusting enough to help Mel out. His own shaft twitches in the sheathe, starting to slowly push its way out. Kay — 09/13/2018 She almost wishes she had the mouth diameter to fit the whole anus in her mouth, but she'll settle for just giving him a deep, thorough butt eating. She just keeps going at it, until a few minutes later she pulls off with her lips slick with her own spit and butt sweat, panting steadily to recover from only being able to huff horse musk. "Th... There, that oughta do that." She's actually sweating a little herself, the heat of the flames just above her weren't quite negligible it seems. "Not done yet though." Not even bothering to fully stand up, she leans back in and gets another slurp of Charger's taint before descending and, partially accidentally, smothering her whole face in the horse's sack. It's huge, of course with the huge nuts it has to be, but she hadn't realized just how large until it was blocking her vision in every direction if she didn't turn her head. "... This is gonna take a bit." Is all she says before taking a long tongue drag of nut sweat and moaning into his sack. Johnaya — 09/17/2018 When Mel pulls away again Charger reflexively twitches his saliva slicked anus, already feeling it dry, slowly, from his fire tail. It’s a strange but pleasant experience all around but nowhere near what Mel was doing before. He almost wishes she would dive back in, nearly thrusting his hips back, but stops himself. After all this was just for him to get cleaned right? Maybe she didn't know just how good it felt to him. He ignores that thought as she does go back against his genitals, letting out a needy whinny as her face nestles into his balls. The huge orbs sway gently from the motion and plap against her cheeks. Unable to help it he shakes his hips lightly and makes his nuts wipe against her face, another pleased neigh coming from as her tongue gets involved once more. She was just so good at this. Kay — 09/27/2018 It doesn't take long at all for Mel to decide she's not going to pretend to try actually cleaning this whole sack with just her comparatively tiny tongue, but she still lets herself have a few moments of fun. Both hands grasp the other side of one heavy horse huevo each and mash them against her face, feeling comfort in the heat. She opens her mouth and with a bit of suction gets a whole mouthful of thick sack skin, running over it with her tongue before letting it loudly 'pop!' out. Panting, she drops the nuts and pulls away slightly, maneuvering forward and around the sack now.

"Sorry big guy, even horny as we both are I just don't have the time for that, but I'll give you a little bit more before I finish your proper washin'!" Once on the other side, being careful not to slip on the wet floor, she takes a tongue drag of the seam between the nuts from the bottom working upwards until she gets to where it connects to charger's sheath, the bottom of the base of his cock bumping against her scalp. Her heart thumps at the prospect of it, but as a professional she knows she's got to go get some things done before she can tend to him properly. Her tongue continues dragging upwards, making her tilt her head back and get a good look at the dick above. Once she gets the taste of actual cock she withdraws her tongue, remoistening it, so she can go back and lap at the split between cock and sheath, then move on to all of the wrinkles and crevices on the sheath itself. Johnaya — 09/30/2018 Okay so she did know that it was making him aroused. That meant he didn't need to worry about trying to rut against her or whatnot. Feeling her suck on his sack skin is an odd but pleasant sensation, Charger letting out a few small whinnies when she pulls away. His nuts bounce briefly before drooping in the now wet skin, lurching up for a second as he flexes his shaft. He just about presses against her again before realizing she was going even lower, feeling her tongue against his sheathe. Another series of pleased whinnies comes out and he can't help but thrust a little, his shaft bouncing against her head. It was now starting to fully come out rather than just droop out, throbbing and pulsing as it pushed from his sheathe, almost seeming too big for the dark skin. The flare swelled momentarily as pre-cum drooled from the tip, Charger changing his stance to hopefully prevent himself from humping forward. At least until Mel was ready for it of course. Kay — 09/30/2018 Mel doesn't spend too long licking all the sweat out of those tough to reach spots, pulling away a few moments later and quickly picking the sprayer back up. Without warning she begins stroking his cock while spraying it with water, moving her hand to rub different parts of it every few seconds. Heroically resisting her desire to place her mouth at the end of his cock and suckle while she strokes with both hands, she gets the whole thing wiped off about as quick as she can before doing his torso's underside and then moving to his nuts, spraying them down- making sure to point downwards when she switches to the backside so as not to splash up at his tail- and then getting to work with a nearby towel to wipe them off. "Alright! Sorry for the tease but I want these /nice and full/ for later. A quick dry and then I'm going to have you wait for me in my room."

Standing back up, dignity only slightly marred by the horse sweat on her face, she grabs a hair dryer out of an electronics-safe little cabinet, plus another towel, to start lightly drying his fur the same order she washed it all in. A few minutes later she smacks him playfully on the ass and moves towards the hallway. "GLISCOR!" she cups her hands around her mouth and yells for one of her pokemon, who swoops into the room seconds later. "Show this lad to my room for me, will you? I gotta fill the feeders and greet that Gardevoir we got in earlier, she's probably a mite nervous." Gliscor snickers while Mel leaves, waiting for Charger to follow down the hallway. Johnaya — 10/04/2018 The sudden hand on his shaft makes Charger shake his head and whinny, looking back at Mel as she worked. He also resists his desire to thrust into her hand as she works. He wouldn't want to knock her over or anything. The warm water rolling over his genitals feels strange. Not just because he wasn't used to getting clean but he wasn't used to water anywhere near him most of the time. It was surprisingly soothing though. Hearing her comment about his fullness has him essentially roll his horse eyes at her, swinging his head again and nickering. He takes a few steps forward when she finishes up and nearly gets knocked over by the large bat like Pokemon, kicking his legs as he jumps back. Charger watches it circle around him for a few seconds before nodding to it and following along, the sound of his hooves echoing through the hall. At least it was spacious but he figures it has to be. No way could a human sized building house a Tyranitar or Rhydon. Luckily it lets him walk how he wants, head held high and tail flame out. Kay — 10/14/2018 Even though he's a bit of a smaller one Gliscor's still pretty damn big, but the halls here are made for pretty much any land-bound 'Mon short of a Snorlax to be able to move through, so when he hugs the ceiling there's still plenty of space for their guest to follow underneath. It's not exactly hard to find the right room, but Glissy (His nickname is Glissy) gets Charger there and holds the curtain open while he steps inside. Then, job finished, he swoops away again. There's a bed in here, but it almost feels like it's not a bedroom, what with the bed being big and having no blankets. Looks like it's only got what it needs to be used for love making. There's plenty of other features in here as well, of course, that make it pretty hard to mistake for anything other than a fuck shack. Toys of myriad shapes sparsely litter the floor as well as several shelves. Cushions are everywhere. There are multiple different sizes of what look like milkers for both breast and cock. For not advertising the service directly, there sure is a lot invested here into bringing Pokémon orgasms to all in need. And potentially some who aren't. Mel skedaddles off to get working, but it's a lucky thing she knows the work by heart and muscle memory, because the whole time her mind is elsewhere, specifically somewhere beneath Charger. She greets the Gardevoir and gets her situated in a private room for her nervousness, fills the food dispensers in the trees, under the log, in the water, and all the others before stowing all the food in the shed where it belongs. She smiles at, waves to, and pets a lot of the guests, making sure they're happy and have found a playmate they're getting along with. This takes... Longer than she would like, but she's not going to half-ass it, damn it, she loves this job. Finally, once she coerces the affectionate Linoone off of her shoulders, she makes her way back inside. With only a short detour to change clothes, she finally makes it to what she calls "the breeding room" and slips less-than-gracefully through the curtain.

"Alright hot stuff, sorry for the wait, but... How do I look?" Mel's swapped into some sort of Rapidash themed kink gettup, with a headband on that gives her horse ears and a cute, small horn. Her tits are hugged into tight spandex the color of Charger's fur, with Mel's hard dick and heavy sack also making notable bulges against her tummy and groin respectively. In the rear she's brushed the thong-like part aside to insert a buttplug with a tail on it that's clearly supposed to be "fire" themed but really it's just made of orange, red, and yellow fur. Maybe most silly of all however is that she's got on some sort of boot, also colored appropriately, that makes her tip-toe on hooves. Her legs are wobbling a little from balancing. "... Really silly right? I laughed at myself in the mirror a bit, but I figured I bought it I might as well let an actual Rapidash have a laugh at me in it." Johnaya — 10/15/2018 Having a Gliscor flying above him, even if temporarily, was a bit unnerving. Every so often he looked up to see a purple and black blur dart around in the air before returning to its previous position. He always wondered what it'd be like to fly, feeling his hooves hit the ground heavier for a moment. If only they'd found a Mega Stone to let him turn into some sort of winged horse. The idea makes him nicker gently as he walks through the curtain into the room, watching as Glissy flies off, letting out a whinny of appreciate before he fully disappears. He's careful as he walks around, staring at all the weird objects littered about the room, his eyes moving onto a set of candles sitting on a nearby shelf. Only then they start to move. He gives a small snort and the three Litwicks that had been sleeping in the room scamper off. Not knowing what else to do for the time being he just lays down on the mat sized bed, careful with his mane and tail.

He doesn't have to wait long before Mel returns and the sight makes him whinny again. It almost sounded like a laugh. Standing up from the bed he walks over to her and nudges against her shoulder with his snout before moving a bit to the side, nudging against the bulge in her suit. His eyes look at hers and he takes a step back, turning to the side to show off his flank again. Even though she'd only just gotten back his shaft is drooping out of his sheathe about as much as it was before. Regardless of how silly the outfit might have been he was still horny. Kay — 10/16/2018 Mel's bottom lip slips between her teeth and the tail-plug swishes just a bit from her asshole clenching. A few ungraceful clops later and she's squatting beside him, hefting his tip in one hand while the other gently squishes a testicle. "Damn... Heavy, both of these. Dense, I think." She says this as she squeezes him just below the head. While her second hand moves to the other nut, she slides in so his cock is resting on her shoulder and she licks, smooches, and sucks the side of it while it hardens, her hands simultaneously giving him a ball massage. "Mmmmah, I bet you'd be real popular with other 'Dashes. You've been nothin' but a gentleman, and I'm very certain you're packing extra heat even for a fire type. Above average at least." Leaning back, she runs her tongue from the middle of his length to the end, making a small 'O' with her mouth and suckles on his urethra, swabbing at it with her tongue. Soon enough however the growing tool pushes too far out and she has to duck out of the way, returning to how she was before for a moment until she ungracefully plants her face right in the valley of his nuts again with a moan. Johnaya — 10/23/2018 He lets out a surprised but pleased whinny when Mel's suddenly at his side and fondling his shaft and balls. He's careful not to move too much so he doesn't knock her over but can't fully help it. A few little thrusts come from him, sawing his cock against her shoulder, while she massages his balls. That quickly stops though when he feels her move around, sliding her tongue along the underside, before finally sucking on his tip. A deep neigh bellows from him and he pushes against her face briefly, flare squishing to her nose. As it keeps growing though she steps to the side and Charger is left with his cock swelling bigger and bigger. A needy ache forms in his nuts and he whinnies, tapping his front hoof while his shaft throbs. Having her motorboat him was definitely very nice but he wanted more. Maybe not right away since this was so enjoyable but he was weakly humping forward, inadvertantly whapping her face with his testicles. Kay — 10/29/2018 If anybody were watching, they'd probably be concerned with how long Mel stays in that sack, but getting positive feedback from her partner keeps her licking and sucking on it for a good while, occasionally cupping her mouth around the curvature of one nut. She doesn't have the time or patience to try to fit these suckers in her mouth right /now/... but maybe if his trainers take a while to come back. By the time she pulls away Charger's reached his full length and she whistles. She closes one eye, leans back, and makes a rough measurement with her arms from a distance. "Mmm... Yeah. I can manage that. And I think I got..." She stands, although she nearly falls over trying to balance on the silly hooves, and moves over to a nearby drawer of what seems to be a filing cabinet, although it has the same carved wood country-girl's-idea-of-a-boudoir look as everything else. It only takes her a moment to locate what she's looking for, pulling out a condom that would be comically oversized for a human. Branded of course with a few descriptors like [TYPE RESISTING], [FLARED, SHEATHE], and [LARGE] and apparently acquired from 'Ranger Union Surplus'. Definitely not typical Pokémart merchandise. She's none too patient getting it open, but her hands are very precise rolling it over Charger's tip. "Take a step forward for me?" Johnaya — 10/29/2018 Charger was still humping the air gently all through Mel's enthusiastic suckling session. It was agonizing just feeling himself get harder and harder while she worked on him until, finally, he reached his full length, letting out a deep nicker. When she pulls away his hips still pump, his balls now swinging freely, but he tries to hold steady when he notices her checking him out. He can't help but let out a whinny when she stumbles, stepping to the side. The motion causes his cock to swing back and forth enticingly, flared tip just barely rubbing against his soft underbelly. He almost doesn't notice what she's doing until she's back and slipping something cool and slick on his shaft. He cranes his head to look down at her for a moment before shaking it. Slowly he steps forward, feeling his flare get squished momentarily before the cool object practically snaps around it. A startled neigh comes from him but he doesn't pull back. He had no doubts about Mel knowing what she was doing. Plus he had to trust her after all that time she spent with his balls. He takes another step forward, to help with whatever she was doing, and waits for her to finish up before doing anything other than swish his tail. Kay — 10/29/2018 Mel holds the condom in such a way that it rolls down the Pokémon's shaft when he moves, getting most of the length just from his stepping forward. She rolls the rest down until it runs out just a touch in front of his sheath. "Ah! Perfect!" Grinning pervertedly, she hefts the shaft, now protected, with both hands and enjoys the heft of it. "Whew. This is... my favorite part of the job. Come on!" Leading him with one hand still on his dick, she moves over to what looks like just two sturdy wooden poles with slots on them, until she takes two metal bars out and slides one through the top hole of both and the other just a couple holes lower.

With a wink at Charger, she tugs on her tail and grunts rather cutely as the plug pops out, clean as a whistle. She clearly stays prepared for this, especially since her ass just quite doesn't completely close up. She's abused it far too much for that. "Now we don't know each other /too/ well yet but I figure it's a safe bet you'd like to take me the way you'd normally take another 'Dash, sooo~" Bending at the waist, she reaches out to grab the lower of the two bars, plump ass sticking out and winking at Charger, legs spread wide to stabilize herself. She looks over her shoulder at him and smiles. "Make me your mare?" Johnaya — 11/03/2018 So far most of this had been Charger's favorite part. Other than the water of course but Mel's motions were wonderful. He follows along behind her, humping forward occasionally to slide in her grasp. His eyes wander to the columns and sniffs at them, getting a strong whiff of something sexual. Mel can no doubt feel his shaft throb in arousal before he turns to face her again. Just in time to watch the plug pop out of her ass, a surprised whinny coming from him. His cock audibly thwaps against his belly as she gets into position, her ass staring him in the face. Okay he couldn't not. She had done it earlier for him.

Letting out a deep whinny Charger cranes his head down while staring right into Mel's eyes and plants his muzzle right in the crack of her ass. It takes him a few seconds but his thick, dextrous tongue pushes past his lips and against her gaped hole, lapping at it. The tip clumsily swirls around it before slowly getting better, even delving into the cavity on occasion but it doesn't get deeper. Not yet. He licks and toys with the rim of her hole for over a minute before a muffled neigh rumbles in her hips, followed by his tongue darting inside of her. It feels so skillful and constant that it's almost like he's part Haunter. His front hoof clops on the floor as his shaft throbs and smacks against his belly. Slowly his snout pulls from Mel's ass, thick strands of saliva snapping as he moves, and he looks at her to see how she enjoyed it. Kay — 11/05/2018 Mel's heart makes it very clear to her how heavily she's anticipating this, hard to ignore in her chest. Waiting so eagerly, she doesn't even think about him pausing until his mouth drops between her cheeks. "Uh, do you nnNNUUOOookay then!" Whatever she was asking is lost. While he re-lubes her her head rest on her left arm, watching him go on with her mouth hanging open just enough for her to breath slightly more vocally. Right as she's on the precipice of calling him a tease he finally sticks his tongue in, and her eyes flutter closed while her back arches down. "W-whew!" Mel's cock twitches in time with her ass flexing around the hot, slimy tongue, especially when he pulls out and her now cold hole sadly clenches around nothing. "H-hah, remind me to give you a kiss for that later." Johnaya — 11/12/2018 Good. She was definitely enjoying this. His eyes glance down to her nuts and he figures he might as well give a bit more before getting to the main event. Letting out a small whinny he nuzzles his snout against her sack before his tongue reaches out and laps at one of the fat balls, scooping at it like he would a Sitrus Berry. With just a few more flicks of his tongue her sucks one of her nuts into his mouth, followed swiftly by the second, his tongue continually running over the two of them. Once he's sure he was satisfied with his performance he pulls back with a pop, giving a final lick to the base of her cock. It took a lot of effort to not just dive back in but he had a much more pressing need at the moment.

Not that he's sure how he should go about it. His eyes keep glancing between Mel and the metal bars, wondering how best to go about this. While he really wanted to just walk forward and stuff his cock inside of her he knows he'd just bump against her with his chest and underside. No he was going to need some help with this. Letting out a loud neigh he decides to do what he can. Hoisting himself up he hooks his front legs on the metal bar and takes a few steps forward, making sure he wouldn't fall over and squash Mel. He feels his cock bounce against her ass, nearly at the hole but not quite there. Whinnying he pulls back a bit, realigns himself, and pushes himself forward. His flare presses against Mel's slick hole for a moment before slipping away. Charger tries a few more times, getting sloppier as he goes, before finally his tip pops inside. Neighing contentedly he gives a few short thrusts to make sure he's in her and to tell her he's ready for when she gives the signal. Kay — 11/23/2018 "Are you... Oh, oooh! H-hey..." Her sack clenches, dick swinging upwards, in response to the horse tongue on her nuts of all places. "Careful with those..." She breathes deeply and tries not to tense up too much, although she continues to flex her dick in response to the sensations. She hasn't had a 'mon do this without being asked before, and never getting both of them all the way in their mouth. Maybe she'll do a little more than a kiss she thinks to herself. "Nn!" The pop off makes her just a tiny bit sore, but then the tongue on her shaft distracts her enough with thoughts of fucking Charger's mouth, or any mouth really. She's actually about to protest, assuming that's what he's attempting, but he moves on quickly. When her partner neighs and rears up she faces forward again, bracing herself and grimacing a little when the upper bar bends just slightly under his weight. For there to be enough room he has to support himself on the equivalent of his ankles, so Mel pulls forward just a bit without moving her feet to make more and is rewarded by a large object glancing off the inside of one ass cheek. Seconds later her asshole feels the presence of some hot, wide cock ready to come in, but it's not quite ready to relent. There may have just been a plug in there, but that was smaller, and it wasn't nearly flat on the end. She draws in air through her teeth as the pressure builds but lets it out after the slip. She does that again for the following few attempts, until she finally relaxes further, breathes calmly, and feels the 'tip' of Charger's cock head catch on her hole, meaning that as soon as he shoves forward again her anus is pushed wide open, squishing quietly and tightly hugging the contours of him even despite condom. Cock twitching, ass clenching, toes curling, she bends her neck back and lets out a quiet and needy groan, about to push her ass back again when he thrusts a bit deeper and catches her off guard. "A-ah, that's the spirit.~ Now come on, does any mare ever want just the tip?" Johnaya — 12/10/2018 Charger's cock flexes energetically inside of Mel's ass, practically roaring to go, but he still needs to get a feel for just how tight she was. As much as both of them want him to ram his hips forward and sink it with one thrust he knows he can't do that. Even his little thrusts make her bounce lightly against her rest. Letting out a deep snort and whinnying Charger readjusts his stance again and starts to push forward once more. Feeling her tight insides ripple around his invading shaft have him breathing heavy already, his nostrils flaring open as he breathes. In almost no time there's a bulge against her belly that steadily makes its way up her front, Charger's flare visible every time he flexes. He almost forgets what he's supposed to be doing as he keeps mindlessly pushing forward but his medial ring popping inside reminds him. Letting out a startled neigh he quickly jerked his hips back, practically pulling Mel back with him, and causes his ring to pop from her behind. Having better control of himself he slowly, oh so slowly, puts it back in and gets to gently thrusting against her ass, stretching her out as much as he could at the moment. Kay — 12/22/2018 Mel's breath catches in her throat, but releases as a deep and lustful groan every few little thrusts that Charger makes. She's practiced, and had maybe the next size down, but this is the biggest dick she's ever had in her, and even just having the head pushing through her tubes like the plunger of a syringe is really doing it for her, not to mention the girthy shaft behind it. She clenches to as much of a degree as she can, but mostly just succeeds at gently squeezing him with her asshole. Suddenly there's another stopper, and she realizes his ring exists at about the same time that it slips in, and she moans upwards for Charger to hear when her hole swallows it. She's about to say something in praise when he pulls it back out, making her simply "woa-!" and slip back, headband clattering to the floor from the sudden movement. Ah well, it was silly anyways. She settles back into position as he goes again, a sharp inhale accompanying the return of the insertion. "Mmmmf, th-that's the ticket, big man. Just be careful and steady, I'll- ah, I'll tell ya if anything goes wrong!" Johnaya — 01/05/2019 Right now he was being about as careful as he could be with his current position. In his mind he knows he should at least be able to see whatever partner he was fucking but Mel was completely hidden under his belly, the only knowledge of her being there being the intense pleasure he was getting. He lets out a pleased snort as her insides ripple around, readjusting his front legs on the bar for a second as he starts to fuck her just a bit harder. He can feel her insides loosen and accept his massive member slowly with each little thrust. But he wants more and so does she. Letting out a whinny he takes a step back until just his tip is inside and then he decides to be a bit of a tease. Ever so slowly he steps forward, hooves clacking against the ground, as inch after inch are pushed inside of her. His medial ring pops back in and he just keeps going, feeling her get even tighter the deeper he goes. He closes his eyes in pleasure before letting out a deep neigh as his sheathe nudges against her ass cheeks, his pendulous nuts smacking into her thighs. He holds there for a few seconds, just enjoying the feeling, before pulling back out a bit to get back to fucking her. Kay — 02/03/2019 There's one quiet hissing inhale between Mel's teeth when she suspects Charger's about to try to get it all in one  thrust, but then he moves slowly. So, so slowly. Oh god is it slowly. Mel lets that breath leak out slowly as well, refilling her empty lungs with a gasp when the ring slides in again. "Mmm, come /on/." She whines, /very/ quietly. The horse makes a surprisingly good tease, eliciting a needy groan as the bulge of his dick swells up her torso just fast enough that she can't focus on anything else.

Eventually she is finally rewarded with his full length and the feeling of his now-familiar sack nudging her legs. Excited, she pushes back and pushes his sheathe in as well, making her "Ah!" and relent. Well, no satisfying feeling of having a groin pressed against her but for this size? Who cares! She basks in it for a bit while he does, rubbing her inner thighs together and clenching, making her cock flex as well. But she needs this dicking BADLY. "Whew, you know what you're doing, huh? Could drive a girl fuckin' wild..." She waggles her butt just enough to matter. "Fuck me ChargeEER!!!" And once again she's interrupted by him being a step ahead, and she's nearly pulled along for the ride by the strength of his cock before she tightens her grip on the bar again. "A-Aaah, hell /yes/!~" Johnaya — 02/28/2019 Having his sheathe slip inside of Mel's ass made him whinny in delight, his cock flaring up briefly inside of her. He cranes his head from side to side, flame mane swishing in the air, as he tries to look at Mel while he thrusts into her but to no avail. All he could see was the faintest hints of her hair. Mostly it was just so he didn't end up pushing her too hard with his movements and knocking her away. He gives up trying though when he feels Mel shake her ass against his crotch, letting out a little snort and clopping his hooves against the ground. After that his hips push forward and nearly knock Mel over before pulling back and thrusting inside again. Charger's sheathe pops from her rear before quickly being pushed back in along with at least six inches of equine cock. If he could see her belly he'd be getting an eyeful of his own cock stretching her torso well past what you'd think a person should be capable of. But she was a unique kind of Pokemon Breeder. She had to be tough to take a pounding from giant cocks like Charger's. Kay — 03/15/2019 There are times where Mel wishes she was stacked like a Hex Maniac, but now is not one of them, as her C cups don't even slightly obscure the bulge between them or its back and forth movement even as they swing. She lets her head dip as she begins to pant, and stays there to watch the show. The sight of his nuts as they smack her thighs pink isn't too bad either, but it's hard for her to focus on more than one thing at a time right now. Her legs lock as best they can, and they're the only thing saving her from losing her balance every time her new lover's underside impacts the top of her fat ass. With her own cock hard as a rock type and nuts taking a beating from his superior sack, it doesn't surprise her to see thick gobs of precum hanging from her tip and getting tossed every which way, but it does make her want to unload. /Desperately/. Johnaya — 04/03/2019 It wasn't hard to tell just how needy Mel was getting from Charger's pounding. He could feel her insides rippling and tightening around him every few seconds. Though, really, he could tell just by how loud and often she was moaning. Every thrust against her sent her voice tittering and Charger whinnied and neighed in response, gritting his teeth as he started going faster. Slowly his balls pulled up with every thrust, pinkening new areas of Mel's thighs. He could feel the tension building in his groin as he started to make shorter thrusts into Mel. His formerly controlled flames whipped about more wildly, bouncing with every motion until finally he let out a triumphant bray and rammed his entire shaft into Mel. Thankfully he didn't knock the two of them over from the force. His cock flared and swelled in her ass, bulging out her chest further, before seed starting pouring into her. Appropriately for a fire type it was hot even to their sweaty bodies, filling Mel's core rapidly with the warmth. Charger just held in place as he continued to unload, balls tensing every few seconds as a fresh rope of cum fired into Mel. Kay — 04/03/2019 Oh fuck. Mel's legs shake like they're resisting a Gust, and her arms fully extend, pushing her up so that when she throws her head back her scalp brushes Charger's torso. God that's hot, both kinds, and if she weren't already panting she sure would start now. But the damn 'Mon stopped moving right as she was about to go over the edge. Good thing she's a hard worker. She grunts, tightens her fists around the bar, and starts to slide back and forth by juuust enough, forcing out the words "Fffill! Me! Up!" on the first few bounces. After just a second of horse riding she feels it, the bulging cum blasts swelling out the tip of the now-slightly-distended cock bulge in front of her tits pooling up in the condom and making its own visible sloshing bulge that wobbles as she moves, as well as every time it inflates even further. She's glad she got the biggest size cum-collection condom they had available, but she still clenches hard, hoping that she can prevent it from slipping inside her if it hits capacity. Johnaya — 04/21/2019 Charger lets out a loud whinny as Mel starts to slide herself along his cock while he's mid orgasm, his haunches tensing in pleasure. If his eyes weren't on the sides of his head they would've crossed too. For now they settle on intermittently closing and looking at the ceiling, seeing his own flames bobbing out of the corner of his vision. His flare twitches and spasms inside of her with every fresh shot of jizz, feeling the warm, viscous goo pooling around it. As his orgasm drags on he starts to sharply thrust with every rope. Amid the two of their cries of pleasure he can hear the bubble of spunk bulging out her chest slosh. Faintly at first but getting louder as more is pumped inside. But, eventually, his orgasm dies down after a solid two minutes of spasming. He lets out a deep snort through his snout and droops his head, breathing heavily. While he kind of wants to move he also figures letting Mel do what she needs would make more sense. After all she did put that condom on it and he wasn't very tactful. He'd probably yank the thing off when he pulled back. Kay — 04/21/2019 She's still struggling to bounce at a consistent pace, so fucking close to cumming, when Charger starts properly fucking her again and instantly makes her burst, cock smacking against the bulge of his while spraying an impressive (for a human) blast of spooge across the floor, and then another one almost as strong, a testament to her pelvic muscles considering the usual weakness of anal orgasms. At that she stops moving herself, satisfied that Charger is reaming her more than enough as the continued filling and ramming drag her orgasm out for longer. And all the while she can't stop watching the ballooning condom, her body showing it with perfect accuracy as if she herself were the condom, or at least made of thin rubber. It's all so overwhelming she almost wants to tap out when her climax starts to taper off, but it's still /so/ good that she never even stops making noise.

The Pokémon above her beginning to slow down is welcome, if bittersweet, Mel uncertain how much longer her or the condom could have held out. It's already comical how much of a water balloon he's turned her into, and she makes an internal grimace thinking about carrying that all in her stomach. Hot, but she's got too much work to do for a load that heavy. When he stops, she just catches her breath for. A while. "That.... That was real... good. REAL good... Can we take a moment... Hoo..." The heaving of her chest while she breathes makes the reservoir wobble very lightly, and her heart jumps as well, afraid of getting Charger going again. Reaching back, she feels around her asshole and... "Oh thank fuck, the condom didn't budge." With a simple poke to confirm Charger's started getting a little softer, she pats him on the front thigh. "Alright. Pull 'er out eeeeasy. Don't pop nothin', don't yank if you get stuck." Johnaya — 08/02/2019 As Mel's insides clench around Charger's swollen cock he nearly gets the urge to start thrusting into her but controls himself. He knew this condom was on him for a reason and, despite how much they both probably wanted it, he could pop it inside of her. His hips do still give a few subconscious jerks though, loud squelching coming from Mel's rump and unmistakable sloshing from her belly. As his flare dies down he lets out a deep, contented nicker and cranes his neck forward a bit. He catches a glimpse of Mel in her afterglow before pulling his head back up and readying himself for the arduous process of removing his dick. His haunches tense as he twitches a few more times but he is still slowly softening. Not fully, otherwise the condom might fall, but enough that it'll be easier to pull out.

Slowly but sure he steps backwards, hooves clopping on the ground. For a moment he's worried when he unhooks his front legs from the bar and nearly pushes Mel to the floor. Thankfully he catches himself just as his belly brushes her back but he still looks down to make sure she's okay. Seeing nothing amiss he keeps pulling and pulling, hearing slick plastic crinkle as the condom is removed. When his cock itself is fully pulled out he pauses as he realizes the reservoir is still stuffed snugly in Mel's ass. Snorting he jerks his hips back just enough to pull some through before the rest follows, pooling anew at his tip and sagging from Mel's abused butt before plopping free and nearly hitting the floor. Kay — 03/21/2020 Mel squeaks just a bit but she doesn't say nothin', having been there herself and knowing how hard it can be to stop oneself from thrusting just a touch when you're balls deep in such a nice ass as hers. What does startle her and make her nearly protest is Charger dismounting the bar, afraid she'll get knocked down or taken along with him. Fortunately, just as she thought, he is a perfect gentleman and very considerately makes sure to respect her. As much as he can "respect" somebody who was just doing their best impression of a Sylph Co®? Quadruped Milker Deluxe™?.

"Thaaat's perfect, you're doin' great, almost there." Mel just worries about keeping steady breathing and not making any unnecessary moves. This is one of the most intense sessions she's ever had so her hole is /very/ sensitive and her cock is still rock hard. Once again she bites her lip when she feels him finally slip out, but her sigh of relief is interrupted by the realization that there is still something very large inside her, and she groans desperately as its tugged on. "A-aw c'mon, now..." Her cock twitches once again just in time for the hard earned payload of cum to pop free. She moans, a large glob of precum slapping the floor.

"F-fuck. Thank ya, boy." Finally relieved of duty, her legs bend and she lowers herself to her knees, fat farmer ass resting on her heels. Her panting is calm but rapid as she turns and hefts the cum balloon they've harvested, a little surprised even at the size of it. She whistles. "The Breeders' Union'll pay me a dang pretty penny for this one. Heck, I might even give your trainers a discount." Once she's finished catching her breath again, she takes a firm hold of the loose part of the condom and gently pats Charger's front legs. "Alright sir, if you could just take a few steps back for me we can get this thing off." Johnaya — 03/21/2020 Hearing Mel moan out as he pulls from her ass has Charger letting out a triumphant whinny. There was just something about human moans that felt more impactful than a equine whine. Still he's mostly just satisfied that he finally got to properly unload. He could feel his balls practically having shrank he let out so much. The wobbling mass of jizz continues to sag down his cock until it nearly pops off but, thankfully, Mel regains her composure just in time to grab it. He neighs and gingerly steps backwards, careful not to step on the condom or on any part of Mel, until eventually the tight plastic is removed. Free of his confines he decides he wants to take a good look at his handiwork.

Walking backwards once he's fully clear of her he moves to Mel's side and cranes his neck downwards, nudging into her cheek before looking at the condom. While he doesn't know the normal output of a Rapidash, or any other Pokemon, he can't help but notice that it is pretty big. If he'd gotten to see Mel with it inside of her he reckons that she'd have a belly big enough to be considered at least a few months pregnant, if not more. Still that wasn't what he was really interested in. Moving his neck more he dives back behind her and takes a gander at her ass or, more accurately, the gaping hole that was her ass before. Another pleased noise comes from him and he nudges his head against Mel's ass, turning to stare at her head on and wink. Winking wasn't easy for a horse. Kay — 06/04/2020 "Haha, hey." She gently holds his face when he nuzzles her, then watches as he checks her out. The wink is odd, but she takes it in stride and looks to see what she can of her- wow now THAT is a GAPE. "Sweet Giratina, so that's why I felt cool back there. You did a real number on me, huh stud?" She smiles at him and stands, only needing to stop to stabilize her shaky legs once, fortunately. "Hoo. Well. Damn. Damn!" She ties off the condom and slings it over her shoulder. "I gotta 'frigerate this and take a shower quick before anymore clients come in, but you, mister, should make yourself at home. There are some very friendly 'mons out in the pasture who'd love ta meetcha, I'm sure, but you're just as welcome to stay here if you want to have a liiiittle bit more fun when I get back. 'Kay?" Mel flashes her brightest smile at him before patting him on the shoulder and shakily trotting out. She's still not used to these damn boots... Johnaya — 06/04/2020 Charger shakes his head up and down at Mel's question, letting out a pleased whinny. That image of her being stretched out like that was going to be stuck in his head for a long time. He can feel his shaft still throbbing in arousal but it was slowly starting to wilt, retracting a little into his sheathe. More importantly though he can feel just how much less heavy and tense his balls were. Sure there was still some tension there but nowhere near as bad. Even his flame mane has shrank a little to coincide with how relaxed he was. Not wanting to be in the way as Mel does her thing he takes a step back and listens to her. He gives another shake to his head and glances at the curtain into the hallway, unsure of what to do just yet. Gently he nudges his head into Mel's side and stamps his hooves on the ground, following along beside her as she walks out of the room. Partly it was because he didn't know which way to go but it was also because he really didn't want her to fall over. Once he's sure of the way to the pasture though he disengages from her, standing a couple feet away and whinnying loudly before sprinting out into the lush field. Kay — 06/06/2020 ---

It's fairly late in the evening by the time the cheer gals return for Charger. Mel grabs his Pokéball from behind the counter (and removes the label before they notice that she doesn't know how to track which is which like trainers seem to be able to do) and guides him out front very calmly and with a pretty big smile on her face. They settle payment real quick, and then she puts her hands on her hips and stands proud.

"Well ladies, here y'are," she tosses them the ball "Your Charger has been an absolute darling, and I hope you either get him taken care of or let 'im take care of himself a looong time before things get that bad again. You're welcome here any time, and I can getcha a twenty percent discount for every visit if you happen to decide I'm the lady for the job again. You take c- Oh, hang on!" Mel comically bops her forehead with the heel of her palm. She turns to charger while closing in and says "Didn't I promise you a kiss earlier? C'mere." Johnaya — 06/20/2020 It had been a few days since Carly and Emily had been to the daycare, having spent most of the time just wandering around Nimbasa City. Mostly it was because they wanted Charger to be properly relieved when they showed back up. They also had talked it over and decided that Dodge didn't need to come in for that kind of service just yet. Maybe in a little while. Now though they were just happy to pick Charger back up, especially Emily who hugged Charger the moment he walked from the back to greet them. Carly catches the thrown ball in her steed. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank yooou!" As she disengages from Charger she can't help but latch onto Mel and give her a big hug as well, causing Carly to giggle behind her. "We'll keep that in mind! He looks great."

Charger turns his head up and arches it sidesways, showing off to his trainer how less tense his mane looked. Plus his coat was now immaculately clean, a consistent creamy color throughout. While he was having fun running around on Mel's ranch, getting to know the Pokemon she kept their normally as well as other attendees, it was so great to see Emily again. Just as he's about to trot over to her though Mel's words catch his ear. He'd nearly forgotten as well. Turning his head towards Mel he trots forward, eyes facing forward and locked onto hers. And then he turns his head while going forward, mouth open, locking it over Mel's. He's seen how humans usually kiss each other when they're passionate so he does just that. His muzzle flexes around her mouth and chin, nostrils flaring as he breathes deeply through them. Waiting for a moment to make sure she wasn't entirely caught off guard, or disapproving, he continues. His thick tongue presses against her small mouth, lapping over it before pushing inside. It's a little tight of a fit but he's sure Mel can take it no problem. He runs it along her teeth and then along her tongue, swabbing the inside of her mouth and snorting pleasantly. Taking a step closer he pushes deeper, his tongue pressing into the back of her throat, rubbing at it and tantalizingly getting close to just stuffing it down her throat.

"Woah..." Emily says breathlessly, blushing profusely at the sight. Kay — 07/18/2020 "Y- mm!" Charger is surprisingly confident about this, fine with Mel really, she just wanted to give him a smooch on the nose, but- oh, god, there it is. That thick equine tongue slips inside her mouth and the thing it reminds her of most immediately is a tentacool. When he pushes a little deeper Mel moans slightly, totally ready for him to just tonguefuck her throat right then and there, in front of the customers, not really all that worried about it.

But then he doesn't, pulling away and leaving Mel slightly blushing and very mildly embarrassed, trying to nervously laugh it off. "See? What did I say? A darling. I'll seeya round." Johnaya — 08/06/2020 As much as he wanted to keep kissing her, knowing how much she was liking it from the vibration around his tongue, he knows not to press the issue when he glances at his trainer and her friend's reactions. Softly pulling back Charger bows his head towards Mel and gives her a nudge to the shoulder, careful not to knick her with his horn. He can't speak but his appreciation for what she did is evident with how he's pressing against her and he looks quite content as he pulls back. A small whinny comes from him as he turns around and trots towards Emily who casually pats him on the snout as he stands in front of her, her blush still evident.

She tries to think of something specific to say but can't seem to find any words. She was still taken aback by what just happened. "Well... thanks again for helping him out so much. We'll try to stop by next month! And we'll be sure to tell our friends what a good job you did!" Emily flashes a peace sign at Mel as she walks out the front door, followed soon after by Dodge and Carly. Charger gives Mel one last bow before following along behind, his tail swishing happily in the air. Kay — 02/23/2021 Mel is happy to see Charger in such high spirits, tipping her hat at him with a genuine grin on her face. There's a pep in her step (and maybe a little bit of a hitch, she's sure given her ass a big workout the past few days) as she gets back to what few duties she has left before the sunlight completely fades. Many of the 'mons look at her VERY knowingly and she just smirks right back.

When she finally tucks in for the night resting her head on her Mudsdale, Cloddy, she sighs happily, and the last thing she mutters before losing consciousness is a satisfied "I love my job.~"

[dreammutual-remade]

high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth 

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that’s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕💌💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular  lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)

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[trashyazeohane]

Finally done with this one! Huff puff!

Part 1 can be found here!

Anyway, let’s jump onto this ride! (I love fluff okay!? Fluff and angst… but mostly angst xD)

Adult!Maxvid!AU - Part 8 (forgetting is hard, though everyone is trying):

im so fucking borrreeeeeeeddddd…

David blinked, staring at his phone. Max wrote to him, the very next day after meeting at Gwen’s!

He felt a flutter of happiness sparkling in his chest as he answered and the pocketed his phone, so the kids in his class wouldn’t get a glimpse of the foul language.

Through the day they exchanged few more messages. David scolded Max for writing during classes, but to be honest he was kinda… happy Max wrote to him.

It felt like some part of their friendship was back.

David was still kinda stressed. There was this something thumping at the back of his head whenever he opened Max’s messages and he hoped it would disappear with time.

Though there were times where his mind still couldn’t comprehend what had happened.

The first time David saw Max picking up Little Star after that night, he was kinda nervous, but the meeting went smoothly. However David kinda could feel the tension in the air.

But they talked and this was what mattered.

And like that passed two weeks, with the tightness in David’s throat getting smaller and smaller with every short meeting and another message on his phone.

(Back to Max) ->

It felt amazing, Max concluded, to be able to write once again with David. Nikki immediately noticed his better mood.

Max still felt guilty, of course, but mostly he was happy.

Though he would deny feeling it, if someone asked him! Fucking no, nu-huh!

Nikki was still teasing him, like fricking a lot! Everything started to move to its rightful place. Well, almost everything.

David didn’t ask him to come over to his house. And well, Max couldn’t really blame him? Because the last time Max had been there he had had the best night of his life. But it hadn’t been the best night of David’s life. And he probably regretted it on so many levels.

(It hurt him, but he couldn’t really blame David)

Talking with David via messages on phone was fine. Seeing him for few short minutes during the week was fine.

(No, it wasn’t, but he couldn’t really do much about it.)

So like that passed two weeks, then another one. The weekend rolled and Max found out that he was out of food. What the fuck!?! He had bought a lot of it few days ago!

(But yeah, one night Nikki had eaten everything from his fridge)

So this was how Max found himself – outside the store with at least five bags and a fucking storm roaming around.

Fuck. And he didn’t have an umbrella! But maybe if he could run…

- thunder cracked dangerously close –

…No can do.

So Max stood there, outside the supermarket and damn! his hands started to hurt. Plus his meat! He needed to put it in a fridge (it was on a promotion, so Max doubted it could live long outside of a fridge)

What to do? Maybe he should call a taxi? But ugh… the money. Plus –

He took out his phone. Yep, it was dead. Great…

This wasn’t his day, fuck –

“Max?”

Max blinked and turned his head.

Shit, it was David, standing there, and Max’s heart leaped so high into his throat that it was almost painful.

“Oh…” Max said, and fuck he wasn’t sure how he managed to sound deadpanned, but he somehow did it. “Hey David.”

“What are you doing here?” David asked, stepping closer to him. He himself had few bags in his hands.

“Shopping, duh?” Max answered, trying to sound casual and as Max as he could, but damn, he was nervous.

David blinked, but instead of getting offended by his tone, he chuckled softly.

Damn, fuck his heart, fuck everything.

“I meant here, outside.”

Ohhhh… damn.

“It’s raining like batshit fucking crazy and I don���t have an umbrella. Plus I kinda don’t want to be killed by a thunder.” And just like on cue another lightning struck through the dark, gray sky and the sound made even David flinch. “Yeah, that.”

“Oh.” David mumbled, looking past Max’s shoulder at the rain cutting through the air with a strict precision.

They stood there for few minutes, staring at the heavily drizzling water pouring from the sky. Max moved his weight from one leg to another, to move it back few seconds later. He could see David stealing glance after glance at him, few times opening his mouth, but still with no words coming out.

Just say what you want to say!

It took David another minute or so, before he opened his mouth:

“Do you want to go to my house?” David asked, slowly, hesitantly, unsure and there was something at the end of this sentence that made Max flinch. Some particle of fear.

However Max turned to David with wide eyes and hope blooming in his chest and found himself asking:

“Are you sure?”

There was an unspoken question, a hidden agreement, a covered understanding of the situation.

David stared at him and Max could almost see hundred or thousand of different thoughts flying through his mind.

It felt like eternities passed before Max heard a reply.

“Yeah.”

Max glanced at the rain.

“We need to run to get there. You are aware of that?”

“Yes, but it’s better to run for five minutes, than stand here for God knows how long.” David added with a smile. “Plus it’s starting to get cold.”

“That is true.” Max said, feeling his fingers getting quite chilly.

There was another beat of silence. Max opened his mouth, feeling the eagerness seeping into his voice.

“So we’re running?”

“Yeah.” David answered breathlessly.

And so they jumped out from under the roof of the supermarket and ran to David’s house.

Max would deny it till the end of his life, but he could feel himself smiling, especially as he heard David giggling behind him. That slow poke.

Even though they maybe ran for four or so minutes, when they reached David’s house they were still soaked.

Max was still kinda stressed when David was taking out the keys to put them in a lock. Thousands of memories were running through his mind, but he tried to push them all back and down.

“Put your things in the fridge if you want. I’ll be right back.” David said, after he took off his shoes, and glanced at him.

Yet there was some strained tone at the end of this sentence and some robotic rhythm to David’s steps as he moved to his own room.

Max put few ingredients in the fridge and then waited for David in the kitchen, taking a first good look at the apartment after what had happened between them. It looked the same – he remembered every book on the shelf, every plant, every stain on the couch – and yet Max felt like he was staring at it for the very first time.

“Here.” David said and then threw something on his head, blocking his sight. “Dry your hair so you won’t catch a cold.”

Oh a towel.

David himself had a fluffy white towel on his hair.

Max started to brush his hair with the towel, observing David from between his wet locks as he moved around the kitchen, busying himself with hiding food in the fridge and cupboards. His movements still weren’t relaxed, there was some hidden tension, some stress pulling strings inside his body, a lagging program directing his movements.

Max couldn’t really blame him, but some part of him was deeply hurt.

Ten minutes later the rain was still pouring heavily outside. David was about to put the eggs away, but he glanced at the window and bit his bottom lip.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?”

Max turned around, from his position near the sink, to stare at David who was in front of the opened fridge. He played with the box of eggs, tilting it and then twirling around.

(He was selfish)

“It depends on what you’re making.”

David glanced at the eggs and then at the fridge, only to finally turn to Max.

“Spaghetti Carbonara?”

Max shrugged.

“Sounds edible enough.”

At that David chuckled softly under his nose and put the eggs on the counter.

After that they worked mostly in silence. The radio in David’s kitchen accompanied them with a soft tune of old songs. After some time David started to hum the lyrics or the rhythm. It was awkward at first, with the tense atmosphere, but it was dissolving slowly, step after step, diluting the thickness around them.

They started even a small conversation.

When they finished making food, they sat in the living room on two different couches with the turned on TV and plates on their laps. Just like they had used to. They ate while watching some random movie – with the rain outside turning into a drizzle, only to finally stop pouring altogether.

When they finished eating, Max washed the dishes, glancing at the window and David few times.

“I should be going.”

“Already?” David asked, looking up from his place on the couch.

“Yeah.”

David clearly wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable around Max, and he didn’t want David to feel like an outcast in his own home, so he decided to return to the dorm. He was just happy David asked him over in the first place.

Max packed his things from the fridge and then moved to the door.

“Will you message me after returning to your room?”

It was dark outside, but it wasn’t even nearly late.

“Sure.” Max said, putting on his scarf and grabbing his groceries. “Take care.”

“You too.”

And with that Max went out.

He messaged David when he returned to the dorm, because when he had forgot to do it last time, David had sent him like five messages later. Plus Max didn’t want to worry him.

(Stupid heart, making him do stupid things)

(Back to David ->)

David was kinda glad Max went out, but he was also like fricking sad by it and he wasn’t sure how to deal with two so different emotions. He wasn’t as comfortable around Max as he used to – which was dumb, because he knew Max wouldn’t simply jump on him. Though he couldn’t stop the stress from forming in his stomach.

But David was also sad, because he hated spending time alone. The house was too empty with only him inside, too lonely, too hollow – even with the radio always turned on and plants or flowers put in every possible place.

Gladly soon after his phone pipped up happily and David quickly grabbed it, mouth twitching into a soft smile after seeing that Max got safely to his dorm.

So time slowly moved forward, with the invisible, awkward atmosphere around them dissipating slowly.

Two weeks later, he made quite too big dinner (but come on, he had to use those tomatoes, other way they would turn bad) and even though he was still kinda nervous about all of that had happened, he messaged Max if he wanted to come over to eat.

Max answered few minutes later, asking if he could bring Nikki over. That idea was a little soothing.

They came over not even fifteen minutes later, with Nikki busting into his house like she owned this place.

“David, my man, free food! Sign me the fuck up!” She shouted, kicking her shoes, not even sparing a glance where they were landing.

David chuckled at that, especially as the girl was already next to him, trying to eat the meat from the pot and he had to swat her hand away.

“Ah ah! Few more minutes!”

So Nikki and Max sat at the table and started chatting about their Uni life, telling David bizarre stories from their dorm. Some of them were funny and some utterly terrifying. David loved every one of them.

And oh, his house felt so much better with someone inside.

Soon after they were eating the food and enjoying a simple evening.

But Nikki wouldn’t be Nikki, if she didn’t ask if David had alcohol. At that David twitched, even though he didn’t want to, with eyes flickering to Max for a brief second.

It was okay, it was okay, it was okay…

“No, Nikki, I’m sorry…” David said, with an apologetic smile on his lips. “Gwen is usually the one with alcohol in her house.”

“Shame.” Nikki said, laying down on the table. “Next time we’re going to Gwen for free food, Max.”

“Why the fuck would I go to Gwen’s house again?”

“For free food! And alcohol!”

Max groaned and then glanced at David, like he was searching for help, but David could only chuckle in reply and shrug.

In the end David enjoyed the evening and soon after he even forgot all about feeling uncomfortable.

Heh, maybe the situation between him and Max wasn’t the worst.

(Back to Max ->)

“Nik, this is literally the worst…”

“What is the worst?” Nikki asked, popping a giant bubble from a bubblegum and almost getting it all over her face.

“David is the worst…” Max grumbled.

“David? I think he is cool! He gave us free food! Like in free and in food, two best things in life!”

“I know… and that’s why he is the worst…”

“Because he did something nice?”

“He is always doing something nice!” Max slapped his hand over his face and dragged it down. “Even after I acted like a fucktard.”

“Hmm fucktard is a pretty fitting word here.” Nikki stated, grinning like crazy and blowing another bubble.

Even though Nikki was kinda or totally right, Max still popped her bubblegum balloon.

“Hey, rude!” Nikki yelped and then slowly started to get rid of the pink gum in her hair. “I mean, he is definitely trying to get your friendship back, that is for sure. Which I think is really nice.”

“That is the problem!”

“Erm David being nice is a problem now? I’m confused!”

“Yes!” Max threw his hands in the air. “Because by him being nice I feel like I l…” Oh, he bit his lip in time.

“Like you like him more and more?” Nikki added, grinning from ear to ear.

Max flushed bright red and turned his head away.

There were few minutes filled with silence as they moved slowly through the quiet and almost empty city.

“I know he is trying hard to get… whatever friendship we had…” Max mumbled, feeling his chest constricting with every word leaving his lips. “But I don’t want that…”

He thought he did, he thought. But he was wrong. So, so very wrong.

“I don’t wanna be friends. I want…” Max took deep breath, combing his hand through his black, curly locks. “I want to be something… more?”

Nikki blew another giant bubble and then asked:

“Does David even know what you feel towards him?”

“No, I don’t… think so…”

Nikki hummed loudly, smacking her lips.

“Well… maybe it’s not the worst situation right now.”

Max glanced at her, kinda perplexed.

“I mean, if he knew, he could get… scared after you two fucked.” Max flinched internally, but there was some kind of a thread of truth intertwining with Nikki’s words. “But he doesn’t know that, so maybe not all hope is lost?” Nikki then ruffled her hair. “I don’t think I make much sense, but well, have you considered trying to be something more now? Like I dunno, I know being nice isn’t your best trait, but maybe do that but like more?” She then huffed and let her hand drop. “Do you even get what I want to say?”

“I think I got the gist of it.” Max murmured, even though he wasn’t sure really.

“It’s just… I’ve seen you dealing with this for few years by now. If you don’t do something, nothing will change.”

There were few steps filled with silence, until Max slowly opened his mouth.

“What if this doesn’t work?” He licked his lips. “What if David doesn’t… like me back, even though I will try?”

“Well, you definitely won’t know until you try.” Nikki shrugged. “But hey, if something like this happens… it’s still a problem for future you, so why should you worry about it now?”

Indeed, why?

Until they reached the dorm they didn’t move this topic anymore. They said their goodbyes and moved to their separate rooms.

Later Max laid down in his bed for few more minutes, maybe even full hour, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what Nikki had told him. Because she was right. He never had done anything with his crush – he just had left it there and had hoped it would disappear. But it hadn’t disappeared. It simply had grown and transformed into something that wasn’t a childish crush anymore.

And it gnawed at Max, it nibbled at his consciousness, because damn he had enough. He had enough of wanting to do something and not being able to. It didn’t have to be anything sexual, fuck, it was even pretty low on the list of things he wanted. He wanted this normalness that came with being with someone – being able to hold their hand, feeling them smiling at you, feeling the warmness spreading over your heart whenever they would peck your cheek.

Feeling that you were alive and loved.

(God, he sounded cheesy!)

But he never had done anything with it. He just had swept his feelings under a carpet and had ignored them, hoping that they would disappear. But they hadn’t and he was tired of pretending they weren’t there.

These few weeks without David – without his cheesy and warm messages, without him hanging with Max, doing nothing and talking about everything and nothing at all in the same time – were terrible and… damn…

He had to do something, because fuck… he wanted this.

Because Nikki was right – doing nothing won’t change a thing.

So Max grabbed his phone, brushed his finger on the screen and clicked David’s name in the contact list.

thanks for the food

No, not enough. Something more.

g’night, you doofus

Maybe it wasn’t much, but it still made Max’s heart thrum heavily inside his chest. Especially when few seconds later he received a reply.

No problem :) :) :) Sweet dreams, Max :D

Yeah, he wanted to try.

Lol, nothing happened in this part, why it took me so long to write this xDDDD? But idk, I like the slow paced story~ Anywayyyyyyyy, stay tuned for Max actually trying!?! What!?

#Maxvid #Mavid #Adult!Maxvid!AU #my art? #my stories? #Lol I'm not sure if I finish it actually #But I'll write it #Also probably gonna forget about it for a while #I'm sorry xDDD

[lilietsblog]

GHOST TRICK: THE BIG FINALE

so I finished the game yesterday all on my lonesome without internet

why yes I am perfectly fine and not emotionally compromised in the slightest

enjoy my screaming

IT'S GHOST TRICKING TIME which is to say it's ghost tricking time without internet so I'm doing this in wordpad tumblr really needs an 'import rtf' function >_>

SO from what I remember, when last we left off I was about to try to figure out how the fuck a knitted cap and a helmet are going to help me stop a bullet LET'S DIVE RIGHT BACK INTO THIS FOLKS

I still love how Sissel just ignores the dog's little 'WHATS A HOSTAGE O NO' instead of digging into explaining it

oh thank god the game DOES remember ive read this text before

...oh, I forgot how I did this the last time O WELL

all right, so I remember swiveling the lamp and dropping the hard hat, then when the knitted cap is over here I can swap it with the book and get it on the hook but how did I get the knitted cap over here

aha, he looked away for a moment, the helmet part is done what the fuck do i do now

AHA okay, so now i very quickly cart the ladder back and forth, I think I remember this

fuck, he noticed me, okay don't swivel the lamp while he's watching, swivel it while he's still looking away

I gotta note the 'I don't know why you're wearing my face' part HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

fuck, nope, I can't swivel the lamp back at that moment because he notices it clattering and turns right around FUCK OKAY LET'S TRY TO DO IT WITH THE LAMP THERE

ugh, if only I could do shit during the cutscene while he rolls away >_>

OK I SHOULD HAVE HAD MORE TRUST IN MISSILE HE IS GREAT AND A VERY GOOD DOG AND CAN AIM FOR SPLIT SECOND TIMING OF A BULLET BEING IN THE AIR OKAY

haha, and the knitted hat still hit Cabanela with enough velocity to knock him over I love this and I particularly love his dramatic leg up in the air he doesn't evne know what's happening he just aims to be the most dramatic possible at all times and it's really helping us out <3

'i love knitted hats... so warm, and most of all, so SOFT' <3 <3 <3

god Missile is so good this is pain IS THE DAWN DEADLINE A LIE MAYBE DID RAY JUST SAY THAT TO GET SISSEL'S BUTT MOVING I DON'T KNOW

oh yeah Cabanela's still got broken bones all over I kind of forgot about that

oh ok, looks less like broken and more like just really fucking bruised, becuase in that movement he's put pressure on all limb bones and nothing bent out of shape, so that's good

lmao and Cabanela's just like 'BUT IF I WAS KILLED IN THAT EXPLOSION THE SITUATION WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER' I I don't think it would necessarily work out that way, considering how much difficulty our protagonist was having saving just the professor :x

oh hey we've got our next source of information! should be quite a wellspring if Sissel remembers everything he should ask

yeeep Cabanela you FUCKED UP

oh, the gun :x

HON IM PRETTY SURE THE FIRST PART IS MORE IMPORTANT THE PART WHERE YOU TRIED TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM CORNERED RATS BITE THIS IS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY YOUR FAULT, ALL OF IT

aha, those cases, okay

and Cabanela was doing the thing because of Jowd that makes sense -_- kind of

yep, that one little snag kind of puts a question mark on the whole thing alright, that almost makes sense? kind of? makes Cabanela kind of a selfish butt doing this for his own obsession rather than for personally Jowd but makes sense

ok, the bringing him to justice minister to buy time thing actually does make a lot of sense it wasn't A LOT of time that he bought but it was just enough and that's what counts

oh hey, this guy used to have the job that the blue fake stole? (and yeah sounds like blue guys are just foreigners -_- bc they couldnt find spies that didnt stand out visually or anything)

hum not a scratch, huh regenerating dead body, okay

oh come ON Sissel don't be surprised now that part was obvious from the moment he said the corpse disappeared the meteorite's radiation, okay, quite interesting :D

"it was like a meteorite had struck me on the head" so, has that been a cause of death today yet, because if it hasn't, this looks like foreshadowing -_-

hum, so the gun would have been loaded because he controlled Kamila, which she then wouldn't have a clear memory of makes sense

HI LYNNE JUST IN TIME

arrest her to keep her safe, that actually makes perfect sense IF ONLY IT HAD WORKED LMAO no wonder pigeon guy roasted him for that in the deleted timeline XD

"while he was at it" <3 <3 <3

awwww pigeon guy was friends with him too <3

hee right on top of his striped jumpsuit honestly he looked less escaped-from-prison-ish in the paint-splattered robe thing XD

a present, huh?

awww see Sissel you don't feel lonely and that's what counts

ALRIGHT THEN :D LET'S FUCKING GO :D AND, UH, DO SOMETHING, I GUESS I love how out of proportion Sissel's powers are rewind time, talk to dead people... and move small objects a little

so, uh, Sissel, are you sure there's answers for YOU over there or did you just get into habit of telling this to yourself to feel better

okay well how the fuck did Jowd infiltrate a fucking SUBMARINE like, I just want to know the physics of how this happened?

omfg the bullet had a radio transmitter well, I have a newfound respect for Cabanela, I gotta admit like I already respected him but I just figured he shot the guy out of a desperate 'can't do anything else might as well try this' urge to do SOMETHING but nope he had a plan (which would have worked even with him dead)

wow, and he actually gave the thing to Jowd beforehand n i c e

wow, okay, that's stealthy

aha, and he can totally leave his body and wander around freely I think that was already confirmed but it's nice to know for even surer

wow, okay, what the fuck re: that thing reaching up from below that definitely looked like... something else for a moment there 0.0

aand okay the meteorite is possible to extract from his body I wonder if evil!Sissel actually knew that... or if that actually did anything to him :D

okay, what the FUCK and how many more people are dead now

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW MISSILE IS HERE TOOOOOOOO

the phone is ringing, how convenient :D

ooohkay this is tricky

so, why the fuck were there baseball and basketball balls hanging in nets under the ceiling on a submarine ... ... you know what I don't want to know

wait, Kamila can't hear him? oh, right, over the phone ghosts communicate by close range telepathy

aaand this makes the FIFTH time Lynne's dead tonight! or is it sixth? did i lose track somewhere?

AWWWW THIS SCENE IS LIKE AN OVERDOSE OF CUTE

'i wonder what happened THIS TIME' yep lmao

no actually 'i dont remember what happened after that' sounds like evil!Sissel to me, personally

but do you know what this wheel does Sissel are you sure turning it is a good idea

"I just sort of blacked out, the next thing I knew, I was dead" <3 <3 <3

"now it's all making even less sense than before" AND THAT'S SAYING *SOMETHING*

but actually okay yea this does kind of sound like an explosion that killed Lynne and knocked Kamila out

aaand nope I was absolutely correct )=

can this guy only puppet one body at a time? couldn't he have just possessed Lynne and had her slit her own throat or shoot herself or hang herself or something? that sounds a lot more productive than having a little girl fight her I mean, even if he only can puppet one body at a time, puppetting Lynne would have been a lot more productive overall, is there a reason he can't?...

or does he just love to do things in the most convoluted and roundabout manner typical to villains everywhere -_-

"nobody ever calls the dead" ARGUABLE a number of phone calls has been made this night specifically for the purpose of putting our!Sissel on the line

aand okay :D looks like the blue assholes saved Lynne just in time, sort of ...for a certain definition of 'saved'

so anyway this guy said something like 'you cannot possibly comprehend my suffering' so it would be funny if he was just a random dumbass that a bad thing hapened to one (1) time, which granted also killed him, but all the misery since then has been of his own making and he's put every single person involved in the events through worse just over the course of tonight, and simply has no sense of scale, perspective or proportion I think that would be great if the story went there XD EDITOR'S NOTE IN RETROSPECT: the story didn't go there and that was not fucking okay (it's dead women in the fridge again!)

and Sissel can't understand revenge as a concept SOUL TWINSIES WITH ME OR WHAT

lmao Lynne is starting to get touchy about how many times she's needed rescue lately XD

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHY CAN'T I REACH FOR ANYTHING YET also, interesting to note that in the 4 minutes ago past, neither Lynne nor Kamila have a core looks like Sissel's interaction with this realm is limited after all, and not only by phones there's v interesting existential fuckery going on here, of the exact sort I ABSOLUTELY LOVE

oh THERE we go 'nobody ever calls the dead' ARGUABLE again and I love Lynne's signature instant-snap-into-hands-over-head animation + pose Good Reflexes

ALRIGHT, FIDDLING WITH RANDOM SHIT WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT MIGHT DO TIME ...and that sure worked fast

hum, a random mechanic, alright

oh hon that's a, um, what's the opposite of exaggeration I know this word in Russian >_> over...littlification? that 'restless ghosts onboard' THAT'S ONE WAY TO PUT THAT

lmao that was one odd fate change

alright, found the temsik fragment capsule, I see yay unexpectedly strong wastebucket lids (seriously, that's a whole freaking basketball, there's a reason the nets worked like that lmao)

alright, just watching the cutscene for now, that's fair this guy sure looks like he's going to abandon his entire crew and blow up the sub or something

"farewell, sir" WELL THAT DID NOT SOUND QUITE RIGHT

alright, and we're left in the capsule rather than the fragment which apparently did not have a core of its own for some reason

OMFG THERE'S A LITTLE RAT IN THE TORPEDO ARE WE GOING TO HAVE A RUBE GOLDBERG MACHINE INVOLVING A SMALL RODENT AGAIN BECAUSE THOSE ARE THE BEST KIND BUT ALSO THIS IS NOT HOW TORPEDOS WORK BUT ALSO HI RAT!!!

yeah exactly thanks Sissel! how the FUCK did it get here also I love that the characters DO pay attention to the wellbeing of innocent rats in this game <3

well, you COULD just try to get it to blow up earlier, in the water you'd be stuck but you'd be heroes, or something well, Lynne would go back to her body, Sissel would be stuck :D oh, and the rat would die, that's the bad news

YEAH LET'S SAVE THE RATTIE FIRST if this time the rat is going to be in the way rather than helping, well, I REALLY DO RESPECT THAT LET'S SAVE THE RAT

alright, after some trial and error I DID manage to get both weights in the same position (mostly by luck) and throw off the rat NOW TO SAFETY

alright, this looks promising OKAY IT ALSO LOOKS LIKE KAMILA AND LYNNE MIGHT BE SAFE FROM EVIL!SISSEL NOW THAT'S GOOD NEWS

yusss caring about rats ftw <3

that's what missiles do, huh they're unstoppable i dont know who it is i hear there but Missile is great yes

well, whatever this is, our!Sissel just turned it on maybe it's pumps to remove water!... not that they'll do much against an unplugged breach but

aha, okay, won't move for long

this movement through a machine's gears feels like the purest expression of the game's premise since the junkyard tricks at the very beginning <3

the way Kamila's speech kinda fades in from white? that worries me

...eeeyup

god but I love this game's animation. this little one of Lynne hoisting Kamila up on her back? it feels, like, PERFECTLY balanced with their weights and Lynne's strength and everything <3 <3 <3

oh my god Lynne why couldn't you just... be able to swim not that it would help much with Kamila unconscious but

oh my god Lynne is literally right here why do I still have trouble moving around freely???

oh, found it!

wow, she's climbing one-handed while carrying Kamila, that's some serious upper body strength <3

W E L P

YEP THAT'S SOME SERIOUS STRENGTH THAT SHE DIDNT JUST FUCKING FALL NOR DROP KAMILA

yeeep okay WOW

ARE YOU BOTH GOING TO DIE NOW OR WHAT okay, no, just fall, and not even in the water that's good news

LYNNE THIS IS NOT A POSE YOU WANT TO BE IN RIGHT NOW unless you're actually holding yourself against that shit in the background with your left hand and I just can't see it I guess

...nope, she was holding her chin LYNNE NO

MISSILE HURRAY

okay, the fan thing makes sense

now to swap around a bunch of broken pipes so they don't get in lynne's way, got it

FOR FUCK'S SAKE I REALLY DON'T SEE A WINNING COMBO HERE

aand I fucking lost but at least I got Sissel in position -_-

alright, now with one pipe turned off it actually works out easily it just... took me really long to realize I'd need Sissel for this one -_-

Lynne honey but have you considered: you have no fucking clue what's behind that door although presumably submarine has only been breached in one place and it's this room?

holy shit with the hook Sissel managed to hoist the combined weight of Lynne and Kamila now THAT's a nifty trick

SISSEL FOR FUCK'S SAKE SHE CAN'T MUSTER LEVERAGE FOR THIS BECAUSE SHE HAS TO HOLD HERSELF AND KAMILA UP AND SHE'S TIRED SHE CAN ASK FOR HELP EXCLUSIVELY IN SWAHILI SWEARS AND IT'D STILL BE A WAY THAT YOU HAVE TO PUT UP WITH

aww, someone's saving us!!!

someone who commented on unstoppable missiles earlier, perhaps?

right, the truth... that's still relevant. while on a sinking submarine. yep

haha sinking submaries i have just been playing oxenfree haha

oh wow that's an improvised mechanism made out of garbage sticking in a close range telekinetic field nifty shit

oh oh okay that explains absolutely nothing evil!Sissel is not evil now, or what?

lmao this is getting more confusing, but like... in a very satisfying way <3

evil!Sissel still seems to have SOME amount of powers, at least, though possibly not the manipulating humans ones? but this amount of telekinesis is still incredible

so okay our Sissel's name possibly IS Sissel, but this dude's isn't I'm more confused than ever before I doubt there are three of them, so...

ahh, Lynne making Kamila more comfortable <3 <3 <3 and again, animation is fucking excellent. just, the timing of everything? it's better than 90% of all 3D animation I've ever seen in games

power and time, okay, got it so the dawn deadline IS real, just not for him wait, possibly not for Sissel and Missile, either?

I see he still fell in his signature ridiculous pose it's less funny now, overall

ah, okay, so the time effect is different too it seems to have been the same for Sissel and Missile though? is this a personality powers deal?

I love that Missile is perfectly comfortable with weird shit because as a dog, that's about the amount of understanding he has of his everyday surroundings, too <3

oh, hum so the moment this guy actually 'died' is the moment that blue guy took out the fragment?

wipe out everybody, huh

okay, so the shooting is as we knew, kind of

the first shot missed the mark, huh? quite curious, quite curious stray bullets are known to be deadly :D

alright, so that's a conversation that mostly confirmed what we already knew we have a new ally though, sort of

aand Lynne's empathy saves the day -_- like I said earlier, this guy's feelings aren't like... unique or anything, he just sucks at theory of mind

Kamila!!! so hey kiddo this guy in front of you is the guy who killed your mom

anyway, I'm still pretty sure Sissel hadn't yet introduced himself to you when you started calling him "Sissy" so there's that lead

and Kamila makes herself comfortable <3 I love this Little Lady so much <3

AWWWW THE RADIO THING <3 <3 <3

'and what about a torpedo' WHAT ABOUT A TORPEDO LYNNE THIS SOUNDS EXTREMELY UNSAFE

KAMILA ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU'RE TOUGH AS FUCK

OMG IT'S A GRAPE SERVING MACHINE I LOVE THE LUXURIOUS FUCK THIS WAS MADE FOR

alright, torpedo room, that works

swap  the switches to get them unstuck!!!

so I'm going to guess everyone there died, too, and Sissel's going to have to prevent that, too that makes perfect sense

that 'understand exactly how he feels' thing our!Sissel and evil!Sissel are really fucking different in this particular respect :D

awww and the girls convince the doggo <3 <3 <3

so, does Kamila know about the dawn deadline for all ghosts, or

oh thank god I didn't need to control that hop this game really has a policy of not having a permaloss option <3

Yomiel, huh so that's his name

alright, and 'Sissel' is an alias ...I'm just going to keep using it for the protag, just to make things slightly less confusing

ah, so this guy had access to national secrets, and that's how he did the singer thing

and he was proven innocent offscreen <3 <3 <3 stylish

stylish animation, nice

didn't help anybody? did you ever try? because our!Sissel sure figured that shit out quickly

welp, the blue guys are assholes but then, they were also kind of dealing with an asshole I can imagine why they didn't think he was reliable to deal with :x

awww, I like the leaflet guy so much <3 <3 <3

I love how Jowd's like 'well, I'm dead, are you happy now' and Sissel's like 'so anyway about that' FUCK death not tonight, not when Sissel's here <3 <3 <3

alright, and this guy's a robot that still doesn't quite he's pretty human-like >_> I am not a fan of the blue guy in charge is all I'm saying also lmao I nicknamed this one 'iron man dracula' i didn't mean it that way but

ah, remote-controlled, alright that 'farewell' was odd then

'your country's use of technology is just plain off' I LOVE THIS

could there have been two pieces of meteorite in this guy's body? okay, nope still!

OH WOW FOUR MINUTES BEFORE HIS DEATH THAT'S THAT'S ACTUALLY EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED FROM THE VERY BEGINNING EVEN THOUGH I THOUGHT THIS BODY BELONGED TO THE WRONG 'WHOM' THIS IS SOMEWHAT MORE AMBITIOUS THAN PLANNED BUT

...okay, no, his 'death' would actually be before the control room was launched, not all those years ago STILL THIS IS THE -EXACT- THING

alright anyway this is plenty of buildup WHO THE FUCK IS OUR PROTAGONIST it's funny how so far absolutely 0 of what we've seen has pointed to that I have plenty of odd thoughts in my mind ofc 'that guy from another point of time' being the prime one as a homestuck, the possibility of there being multiple ghosts of the same person doesn't faze me in the slightest in fact it seems like an intuitive conclusion BUT THEIR PERSONALITY SURE IS DIFFERENT

anyway, :D :D :D

Final Chapter

...aha! so it counted ten years ago after all! dang :D

aha, I see that mascot thing I see baby Lynne!!!

I note how for someone threatening to shoot the kid, Yomiel's gun sure is pointing in the wrong direction AND he's holding out the kid to the side, not between himself and Jowd SOMEONE sucks at hostage taking lmao

a kitty, huh

and then a meteorite, okay

I note the lamp

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Yomiel is thinking 'so maybe I'll die in another way and all this will have not happened, that's a better outcome anyway' isn't he god his faces are Sissel faces and look this game knows EXACTLY what it's doing with its visuals exactly one facial exression of Yomiel's has not matched Sissel's I doubt it's because of lazy artists

alright, so a good plan would be swapping the mascot and the lamp

but seriously, WOW Yomiel sucks at taking hostages this game's animation is always stellar and brilliant, there's NO fucking coincidence there he was absolutely not willing in any way to put baby Lynne in actual danger, even if he pretended he did and it worked on Jowd

anyway how the fuck do we get to the lamp

'we can talk about all this later' ARGUABLE TBH the entire, like, THING is going to change oh man is everyone going to go back to their bodies 10 years ago with their new memories because that's fucking hardcore was Kamila even BORN yet

augh I DONT KNOW I CANT REACH I THINK I CANT REACH ANYTHING WHAT DO I DO MISSILE IS IN THE SWEET POTATO ON THE FOUNTAIN SISSEL IS IN THE NOZZLE BUT NOT THE CENTRAL ONE AND CANT REACH THE CENTRAL ONE WHAT DO I DO

okay sounds like I missed my chance let's try that again

ghhhh okay I think I have figured this sequence out even though I have to rewind again 1) rock the basket 2) jump into nozzle to launch the potato 3) Sissel jumps into the potato and then from the potato to the central nozzle 4) Missile jumps into the potato 5) launch the potato x2

okay, Mino fell into the fountain, not that I know how this can help because AGAIN, Missile can't reach Mino from the lantern :x and Sissel can't do absolutely fucking anything

annd the finale is a cutscene alas

alright, let's try that again...

hum we didn't get a FATE CHANGE registered after dropping Mino might this mean we have to do something right in the process?

AW YEAH THAT DEFINITELY JUST HAPPENED LMAO

are we going to kill everyone by dropping Mino on them instead XD

trick time, huh Sissel still can't reach anywhere Missile can swap two identical lanterns, not that this does anything he can talk to Sissel, for what THAT's worth

aha, the lantern dropped, Missile can move around now, that's good

Sissel still can't do shit though

well, that's the detective's LEG, not... anything else or anything

oh man, yeah... YOUNG JOWD IS A DUMBASS man, even Yomiel isn't aiming at him anymore, he's like 'hey dude are you okay' so the theory that Sissel is alternate!Yomiel is really gaining steam in my head not that it wasn't the primary one all along but

AW FUCK YEAH MISSILE THE BULLET CATCHING BADASS DOGGO!!!

anyway sweet potato?

BOO YAH um or not

OR YES ACTUALLY THAT WORKS

OH MY FUCKING GOD YEP THE LAMPPOST FUCKING MINO

awwwwww and finally the trauma of remembering your death is brought up!!!! Sissel cares <3 <3 <3 (and Yomiel doesn't at the moment NOT THAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT IN CONTEXT) (then again I'd understand it if Sissel didn't either but he's the purest being in existence so)

awwww Yomiel is finally going to contribute!!!

omfg lmao "Make it spray as if your life depended on it!" "Uh, I'm dead though" Yomiel is winning ALL the sensitivity awards tonight <3 <3 <3

I I think that Yomiel hasn't done anything yet oh, okay, we're still winning time

holy FUCK Yomiel that was definitely a thing you just did

dear Young Jowd, Yomiel is the one who saved her. Not gods

awwww and he gave baby Lynne a detective's badge <3 <3 <3 he's so good with children <3

so, can Yomiel be alive please :x ALRIGHT, HE IS THAT WORKS

THE KITTY DID THE METEORITE KILL THE KITTY

wait wait wait is is Sissel the kitty is that why he has no idea how guns work or anything else like that that that is truly fucking incredible f y'all's i AND I GUESS IT FITS WITH HIM AND MISSILE JUST GOING AROUND SAVING PEOPLE TOGETHER LIKE A BADASS DUO AND IT FITS WITH HIM GETTING KILLED BY LYNNE'S FIRST SHOT ON ACCIDENT I HONESTLY CONSIDERED A RAT OPTION FOR LIKE A SPLIT SECOND THERE

OMG OMG OMG OMG YE S AND HIS NAME REALLY IS SISSEL

god jesus fucking christ this this fucking game i just im howling this this definitely is a thing that just happened it owned me so hard im so fucking owned right now

yep hes the cat he's Yomiel's cat

aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww there's a good reason he had identity confusion in all this they WERE confusable as one being for a while

'her' huh?

oh man wow THIS particular part of the story sucks

so Sissel was a girl's name all along? okay

but also, FUCK no wonder he went bonkers specifically about being unable to die

'his powers couldnt help anybody' more like they couldn't help ONE SPECIFIC PERSON

so that bag is a kitty carrier huh and Lynne's miss accidentally killed the kitty

LMAO THE PART WHERE WE ALL THOUGHT LYNNE HAD KILLED THE PROTAG WASN'T WRONG

I DAMN FUCKING REMEMBER THAT CAT JUST FOR YALLS I I ABSOLUTELY REMEMBERED THERE WAS A CAT THERE I JUST NEVER LINKED IT TO ANYTHING I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS A VERY PRETTY RANDOM STRAY

anyway Yomiel that's what you get for playing with guns they're deadly weapons and result in death you're fucking welcome

so anyway who the fuck is Ray

but anyway kitty Sissel saved everyone...

okay but hold on hold on hold on I didn't quite get the implications about the fiancee the first time around WHAT THE FUCK CAPCOM i was just recently thinking how fucked up it was that I remembered the last name of Polly Jenkins, just because of how much her brief story shook me

and uh I think is that also the implication here because that's not fucking okay

anyway so did Yomiel die as the result of that or nay bc that looked fucking deadly if not instantaneously so

god but this ffucking game

this fucking... game

oh Missile I'm pretty sure YOU are going to see HIM alright lmao wasn't Jowd taking him home

but also damn the original events of these ten years, as remembered by - a dog and a cat - Detective Jowd and Kamila (but not Alma, who never was brought back to life directly) - Lynne - Cabanela - the medical examiner - the minister of justice AND NO-ONE ELSE ...wait, no ALSO THE GUY FROM THE FUCKING PARK ...yep that's a thing we're doing

so another important thing is that the rock star kid is going to be okay and the curry guy, too nothing bad happened to them in this timeline, right?

ALRIGHT HI RAY WHAT/WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

(right now my bet's on 'a rat')

oh, Sissel also killed two people tonight, that happened

lmao and in this version of evens Missile died in the presence of Temsik

omfg and Ray is alternate!Missile this is fucking amazing <3

lmao his ghost aged and lost its powers?

also the dawn deadline was a lie he just wanted to get Sissel's butt moving I FUCKING KNEW IT

I love how Sissel's just "I DID WHAT" even though he's been doing that all evening this time around too

yup doggie's a fucking liar the only real time limit is the lifetime they would have had if they were alive huh damn

but seriously I called that before I started this section of the liveblog even if I think I never actually made that post 'what are the odds Ray is a fucking liar' I don't think I ever wrote that I kept getting distracted but yep I fucking called this

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART GOD I AM ;U; THIS DOGGO

anyway one participant of the events who definitely wasn't born yet 10 years ago is indeed Missile 0.0 how's that... gonna work...

but I do love that just... the justice minister, of all people, is also going to be in possession of those 10 years

OH MY FUCKING GOD LYNNE IS ABOUT TO HAVE A FUCKING HEART ATTACK I KNOW THERE'S NO GUN BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

KAMILA WHAT THE FUCK DON'T FUCKING DO THAT THAT'S ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING

aawwwwwww IT WORKED THIS TIME AROUND

'nice to meet you' OH BOY OH BOY I GET HOW IT WORKS NOW I THINK ...uh, I'm not sure how Lynne knew to flee from the junkyard then, but either way it looks like they're only getting back their memories at the PRESENT and that's why Kamila didn't fUCKING KNOW AND REMEMBER WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH DOING THAT JUST NOW

LMAO SOMETHING'S GOING TO EXPLODE TONIGHT

oh, nevermind, it's not that yet :D but it really does sound like it's going to :D right... about... dawn? :D

aww Jowd actually carries toy badges with him everywhere <3 <3 <3 'child handling tools'

still a kitten, huh yeah, that whole Temsik thing :D

aww, and here's her, all alive and everything

SO BIG MEMORYSPLOSION PLEASE

(at dawn) (it's fucking coming that's my headcanon and you can't beat it) (a bunch of people are going to become really fucking traumatized tonight)

hey!!! Missile!!! Cabanela brought him, huh

so, what's up with Yomiel, anyway

COME ON SISSEL MAKE NICE WITH MISSILE HE CAN'T CLIMB UP THERE

that guy's imitating Cabanela lmao

Memry <3 <3 <3

very best customer, huh

AWWW ITS THIS GUY HI GUY YOU'RE OKAY NOW WITHOUT YOMIEL TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU'RE JUST FINE

hah, and these two

.............................................yup. they died

'the indescretions of a minister perhaps?' I LOVE THIS FUCKING LADY I LOVE HER I LOVE HER

ah, these two what deal is it this time

the little rock sinter guy!!! yeah!!!!

hi medical examiner guy <3 guess you're not doing medicine after all huh

HI LEAFLET PARK GUY YOU ARE STILL CUTE

HI BAILEY

oh man oh man Yomiel :D hey are talking about Yomiel :D

SHOW ME HIS FIANCEE YOU COWARDS

lmao he's the painter this time even the robe sits the same

SO SHOW ME

OH YEAH OH YEAH HE REMEMBERS THATS THE PICTURE OF THE FUCKING CAT AND NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT

YUP YUP THIS IS IT lmao that crane i sure do remember it well it murdered two people tonight <3 <3 <3 kitty <3 <3 <3

aw yeah! in that picture with Missile!!!

#douche mcpointyglasses #is she dead #(for quite a while there the answer was 'basically yes') #cute shoes #dance dance inspector #the mysterious him #alba dracula #iron man dracula #sexy lamp #ddoggo!!! #those are all the character tags i remember #liliet plays ghost trick #this has been A FUCKING TRIP #i love this game

[confessionsandcornettos]

four little words

Jimin x Reader - Part one

fluff/angst/smut

“Wait wait wait! Shhh”, the four little words that ruined y/n’s day.

Frozen in place y/n’s jaws hung loose as she gawked at the explicit scene before her, wrapped around each other like squirming pythons, barely clothed, was Jungkook and Sori. Catching her friends grinding on each other like animals in heat would’ve been nauseating enough, but they weren’t just two friends they were Jimin’s best friend and Jimin’s girlfriend.

“Y/N!” Sori gasped as Jungkook slobbered all over her neck, she grimaced, none the wiser he continued “ugh Jungkook st-stop!” she batted his shoulder and pushed him off of her, the boy turned his head in horror. The pair panted speechless at y/n, it was a stand off.

Eyes locked the pair scurried to pull their uniforms back on.

“Im going to spew” she breathed, her expression cold as she slowly backed out of the bathroom.

“y/n wait- “ Sori called out, but it was too late.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” y/n mumbled as she practically ran down the hallway, it was the middle of class so the halls were pretty deserted, the click of her heels hitting the linoleum floor echoed through out the school. I only wanted to have a bloody piss for fuck sake, why is it always me, she cursed herself, if only she waited till the end of class she wouldn’t be in this situation. Not knowing what to do or where to go y/n decided she needed some air.

“Right. Well this was a mistake” she hugged her blazer tight, she had forgotten it was the middle of October. Pacing around the small patio, careful to not walk in front of a classroom window and land herself in detention her mind filled with questions. How long? Since when? Do they care about each other? Like is it just sex? Who knows? So, Sori is sleeping with Jungkook, Sori is Jimins’ girlfriend, my friend, kind of, Jungkook is jimin’s friend, practically brother. No matter how many times  y/n tried to piece together the situation she still couldn’t believe it. 

“Fuck Sori!” y/n exclaimed. How could she do this to Jimin, everyone knows they aren’t really happy, thats not news. Sori uses Jimin for his status, she absolutely loves being THE park jimin’s girlfriend, it also helps that her father is big corporate exec. of some company who holds shares in BigHit. Our lives really are a corny drama, she rolled her eyes. Jungkook, that’ll be an even bigger blow to Jimin. Jesus Christ! How am I going to tell him? I cant tell him, I have to tell him!

y/n must have been pacing back and forth for at least fifteen minutes as the bell signalling the end of the period screeched through campus disrupting her train of thought.

“Crap” as a language and arts transfer student y/n had to maintain a pristine school record, pass all tests, attend all classes, extra curricular activities etc. Sure the pressure could be exhausting at times but the experience, the friends and life she had created for herself in Seoul was well worth it. She’d do it all again and twice as difficult in a heartbeat. 

“you caught them at it!’ Milly’s eyes bulged, the busy hallway muffled the exclusive conversation, “yes ! I feel sick I’ve been avoiding the boys all day! You know how bad I am with situations like these! I cannot keep secrets from people I get sick with the guilt” y/n groaned and slumped backwards into her locker, she shrugged off a few confused looks from passers by. Thankful for her bright bestfriend, Milly had swiped her belongs from class with out the professor noticing, even in the clear y/n would take detentions for the next year in exchange for the information she had just accidentally attained. Milly and y/n had an advantage over the other students, they weren’t native Koreans, English was their first language and provided a secret code. Despite some students knowing English most had limited understanding. However, there are always exceptions, students such as Namjoon, for example, the girls often forgot his knack for english, accidentally revealing very embarrassing comments  in his presence - which he then would translate for the rest of bangtan. Although, if they exaggerate their accents and slang they can just disguise their dialog.

“i know you are too much of a good person !” Mill teased, earning an eye roll. “No but seriously thats disgusting I never would of thought Jungkook would ever do that, poor jimin!

“Me either! And nether would Jimin” y/n replied

“where they fully going at it like..” Milly gave y/n a look everyone understood regardless of language barriers. “ oh god no! Thank god, now if I had seen that I would’ve plucked my own eyes out by now! Heavy petting only - belt buckles were undone but trousers were not down” They laughed for just a moment but couldn’t be cheerful under the circumstances.

“He was wondering where you went earlier, when you disappeared in class to go to the bathroom - its like he could sense something was wrong, he said you’d been gone too long” she mused stuffing books into her locker beside y/n’s head.

“ I cant bare to face him, which I never thought id say, cause he’s so pretty” Y/n’s tone warmed at the end of the phrase, she caught Milly smirk for a split second.

“he really is, shocking Sori would cheat on that beautiful sweet heart” she sighed with genuine sadness. Mill always knew the right thing to say, how to lighten a subject but not detract from it too much.

y/n fiddled anxiously with her skirt “I’m just not going to say anything for now, I need to think about what to do”.“Thats what id do, just take it in for now, don’t do anything rash…come on” Milly wrapped her arm around y/n’s shoulder and pulled her towards their next class.

#jimin imagine #park jimin #bts jimin #bts #jiminimagine #jungkook imagine #namjoon imagine #yoongi imagines #jin imagine #suga imagine #hope imagine #bts imagines #jungkookie #chimchim

[mellicose]

That Woman Over There - Chapter 3

A You Me and Him Fix-it Fic

Rating: Teen, for language

Word count: 2924

Warnings: none

Summary: ~ Set after the birth of Monty, Olivia’s baby ~ A dear friend of Olivia comes to visit for a week, and she disturbs the fragile peace between her, Alex, and John.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter 3

They spent a nice morning in, since Olivia was still on her extended pregnancy leave. Connie reveled in their domestic rhythms, and it made her wistful. She missed it. The unhurried affection, the unspoken knowledge of each other’s habits.

After breakfast, they sat around chatting again, but before lunch, Connie was yawning and rubbing her eyes.

“You’re still jetlagged,” Olivia said, picking up Monty from the play seat on the floor “You should have a little nap before lunch.”

“I dunno,” she said. “Then I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

“I’ll wake you in an hour. Monty’s looking like he needs a nap too,” she said, and kissed his sticky cheek. “It’s been a busy morning.”

She leaned over and poked Monty’s belly. “What up, friend,” she whispered. “We’re nap buddies.” He yawned, then gave her a grin. She looked up at Olivia. “Yeah, I think I could use a sueñito.”

Olivia smiled. “A little sleep, si?” she said.

“Precisamente,” Connie said. Olivia had loved their Spanish lessons back in the day. And she had been a very, very good student.

“Hasta luego,” she said, waving Monty’s hand at her. “Until later, Aunt Connie. Bye bye…” she said softly, then walked out.

She got comfortable on the giant sofa and pulled a woven blanket over herself. The sun warmed her feet, making the burns sting a bit. She tucked them in the blanket.

Aunt Connie, she thought, and closed her eyes. I like the sound of that.

Slow, pulsing pink. 

Her cheeks burned with sunlight. She turned to her side and it was dark again. Singing, soft, and in an unfamiliar cadence, kept her from sinking back into unconsciousness. It was sweet, and vaguely reminded her of late nights in her childhood, when her father sat by her bed after coming back from parts unknown, still smelling of good tobacco and bay rum. He sang to her to let her know he was there, hoping it would sift through to her dreams and comfort her.

She missed her papa. But he had gone to a place she would not follow.

She sniffled, and her closed eyes filled with tears. One of them finally dripped to the batik pillow.

“Ye okay?” John said, voice gentle with concern. She opened an eye. He was sitting on the floor, in front of the coffee table. Her ball of necklaces was now neatly organized on the table by metal type and length. He smiled at her, thrusting his bearded chin at his handiwork. “Brilliant, right?”

“Don’t touch my things,” she said. She leaned forward to grab her necklaces, and clumsily slid off the sofa.

He took her hand before she got a messy fistful and tangled them again. “I’m sorry about this morning. I was trying to be funny, and failed miserably. You’re beautiful. Really,” he said, his brows knitting with sincerity. She yanked her hand away and crawled back onto the sofa.

“I don’t need your approval. Just leave my stuff alone,” she said, turning her back to him. He tried not to stare at her bum, but her jean shorts left little to the imagination. It was a very nice bum. She groaned and threw the blanket over herself, although her legs were still exposed. He wrapped a string of coral beads around his wrist and sat at the end of the sofa. His fingers ghosted over the fading red of the burns.

“You should put more aloe on those,” he said. She kicked at him, but lightly. “Where’d you put the other aloe leaf I gave you?” He went to the kitchen. It was shriveling on the sill of the window facing his back yard.

Interesting.

He peeled it and sat back down beside her. She was still and her breathing was deep, miming sleep.

He smiled. “You know you snore like a ploughman, right?” he said.

She grunted and flipped him off. “Go home, Juan.”

“One what?” he said. She turned to scowl at him, and he held up the slimy leaf. “Do you mind if I…” he pointed at her legs.

She sat up and tried to take the leaf from him, but it slid out of her fingers to the carpet. Her wavy hair stuck up in the back, and it was thoroughly charming. He stared at her a beat too long, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

“You go to bed with women, but I doubt you see them wake up much,” she said. It was petty, but she was irritated. And embarrassed. Did she snore that loud?

“I was married for 13 years. I saw bedhead enough,” he said. “And dealt with morning mouth. And popping back pimples. And the gun-loud sleep farts? Fuck, I’d wake up thinking she finally shot me,” he said.

She snorted and put her hand over her mouth, but refused to laugh outwardly. She knew all about those. Ella had startled her many times with her vegan wind.

He  winked. ”Made you laugh.”

“No you didn’t,” she said. “It was a yawn.”

“Sure,” he said, and picked up the aloe. It was covered with dust bunnies. “Ugh. I’ll get you more.”

“Don’t worry about it-” she said, and out of habit, put her hand over his. He gave her a look that made her walk in front of the window to scrutinize him. He was a misogynist ass. Completely. A mouth-breathing nerd trying too hard to be a dudebro. But still, her stomach did a flip. “Gimme my necklace back. My mom gave it to me.”

He pulled it carefully from around his wrist, where the coral looked like prayer beads. She was loathe to admit they looked good on him.

“It’s coral, right?” he said, holding it up to the light with long, delicate fingers. “Medusa’s blood.”

She leaned against the windowsill. “What?”

“In greek mythology, when Perseus finally succeeded in cutting off Medusa’s head, the blood dripped to the sea and formed red coral.”

She loved mythology, and for a second, she forgot herself and sat by him. “I don’t remember that,” she said. He took her hand and dropped the beads in the cup of her palm, where they clicked and pooled like blood. “My dad used to read mythology to me when I was little. In Spanish, though.”

“I didn’t get to school much when I was wee, so I read a lot. I loved reading about Hercules and Perseus and Odysseus. Big, brawny, brave men.”

“Why not?” she asked.

He patted his back. “The brace made it … difficult for me to do certain things on my own when I was a little, so my mum home schooled me. Later, in high school, I was able to go often enough to graduate. Lucky me,” he said, but a shadow crossed his eyes. She noticed immediately because, ordinarily, they gleamed with good humor.

“Oh,” she said, nodding. “Was it that bad?”

He pooched his lips and rolled his eyes. “A boy need a proper backbone to deal with all the shite the world throws at ‘im,” he said. He used a heavier brogue that wasn’t his own. “You oughtta quit whinging and straighten up, lad. I’m starting to you’re using that contraption as an excuse to linger ‘round yer ma’s skirts.”

He smiled, but it was bitter.

“Fuck,” she said softly. She thought back on last night. After coming back into the house, she was rinsing out her coffee cup and saw movement in his yard. He did a series of stretches, reaching up to the moon, exhaling until his ribcage was visible through his stained t-shirt, then twisting slowly from side to side, hands on his waist.

She hadn’t meant to stare, but she did. There was graceful deliberation to his actions that made her feel herself in a way she had not in months. She rarely saw men who moved like that except dancers, and they were mostly gay. In any case, she knew he wasn’t trying to impress anyone with the movements - he didn’t know he was being watched.

“I wish I was homeschooled,” she said, finally.

“Oi?” he said, distracted.

“Home schooled. I went to a fancy school, but so much for good breeding - the teachers were as vicious as the students,” she said, putting the coral beads around her neck.

“Oh yeah?”

“It was running gag. Whenever I said something, they would pretend they couldn’t understand. They would make a face and say ‘No understando’ or ‘someone get the maid to translate’. Or my dubious favorite, ‘Shakespeare might be too hard for you. You should just stick with Cantinflas,’”she said, and sniffed.”That shit got old the first day, but it went on for years. The fact that my father is a diplomat made it worse.”

“Who is Cantinflas?” he said.

“A really popular Mexican comedian who did a bunch of movies in the 40’s and 50’s. His thing was playing poor country bumpkins, but he turned the trope on its head. He did broke but clever. He was a cultural icon, really.”

“So, not as much an insult as they thought,” he said. “Some kids are assholes. I didn’t grow up anywhere near rich, so… it was all ketosis-breathed gobshites.”

She giggled. “Gobshites,” she said.

“Cockwombles. Numpties,” he said. She started to laugh.

“That’s hilarious,” she said. “Hijos de la gran puta. Pendejos de la vela, toditos se pueden ir al carajo.*”`

“Those sound dirty,” he said. “I recognized puta.”

“You would, bitch,” she said. He gave her a mock hurt look. She winked.

“You’re getting along famously,” Olivia said loudly. “How wonderful.”

Connie jumped up and stuffed her hands in her pockets. “Pfft. He was stalking me while I slept.”

“I was untangling your horrible ball of necklaces,” he said, pointing to the coffee table.

“Did you hear her snoring? She’s like a bear,” Olivia said, giggling.

Connie’s mouth dropped open. “Olivia!”

“My vote’s for ploughman,” John said, scrunching up his nose.

Olivia sat down on the sofa. “When we had sleepovers, I got in the habit of listening to my Discman so I could get some rest,” she said.

“You said you couldn’t sleep without music,” Connie said. “Dirty liar.”

“It wasn’t all a lie. Without music, I couldn’t sleep … with you.”

“You guys suck,” she said, and stomped into the kitchen.

“I love you too,” Olivia yelled after her.

Olivia pointed at the organized jewelry. “Did you really do all that?”

“Yeah. Seeing it was setting my teeth on edge,” he said. He picked up the pearls. “Did you really give her these?”

“Yes. Those are the pearls I was wearing the day we met,” she said.

“How sentimental,” John said in a sibilant falsetto.

“Totally gay,” Olivia said. “Where’s Alex? I fell asleep with Monty and she disappeared.”

“She went to the shops to buy ingredients for dinner. Her famous spag bol.”

“Ooh, yummy,” Olivia said, clapping her hands.

John shrugged. “Don’t know why you can’t just get it out of a can.”

“She makes it with homemade tomato sauce and italian sausage. You can’t get that out of a can.”

He shrugged and worked the pearls like prayer beads. Their smooth coolness was exquisite. He wondered why men didn’t wear them.

“Oh, about tonight. I’ve been meaning to tell you some news.”

“Really. You’re not moving, are you?”

“You wish. Nah. But it’s big. I think you’ll be proud.”

“You’re going to rid of your deep v t-shirt collection?” Olivia said, in fine form. She wished Alex was there to hear it.

“Never,” he said. He resisted the urge to tap a pearl against his teeth.“Her snoring. It’s not that bad, is it?” he said softly.

“Nah. You get used to it.”

“Did you?” he asked. 

She wasn’t expecting the question. “I suppose,” she said. “I didn’t care at the time. And we didn’t do much sleeping anyway.”

John hooted.

“Get your head out of the gutter.”

“But that’s where it lives,” he said.

“We would listen to music, read to each other, and talk for hours and hours. I would help her with her pronunciation, and she would help me with my French and Spanish.”

“She knows French too?” he said.

Olivia smiled. “Her mum’s french. You know, like, Paris French.”

“Insufferable,” John said, but he tilted his head to try and get a glimpse of her in the kitchen.

“She’s got a good heart. She’s one of the warmest people I’ve ever known.”

“And yet I’m freezing my lads off,” he said, making a face.

“Well, she’s angry at you.”

“Why? I heard what you said last night, about her not blaming me individually. What did you mean by that? I didn’t know her from Eve two days ago.”

“Eavesdropper,” she said. Olivia gave the dramatic sigh she always did before a story. He leaned back and crossed his legs.

“A little more than a year ago, her father filed for divorce from her mother after almost 37 years of marriage. She took it really, really hard.”

“But what does that have to do with me?” he said.

“It came as a huge surprise to everyone, including her mum. She thought everything was business as usual. But during the course of the proceedings, certain facts started to come to light that proved that it had been a long time coming, for him.”

John looked lost. Olivia leaned forward and grabbed his wrist.

“He said he was done with the increasingly misandrist tilt of the world he lived in, and declared that he is now part of MGTOW.”

John’s heart began to sink again, as he knew exactly what it stood for. At one point not too long ago, he felt the same way.

“Men going their own way,” he said softly. “Fuck.”

Olivia nodded.

“He exposed aspects of his relationship with his wife with which he was very displeased, and said he was tired to lugging her dead weight, citing her re-occurring depression and substance abuse problem as intolerable. In short, he was convinced he could do better. Furthermore, he brought proof of instances of verbal and emotional abuse due to the substance use before the court, and he nearly got everything. Her mum went from an Upper West Side brownstone to a one-bedroom flat in Flatbush, since she refuses to move in with Connie. She’s deeply humiliated.”

He was afraid to ask the question. As far as he knew, politicians and diplomats didn’t frequent his humble site - it was mostly insecure college guys and bitter divorced men.

“But why me, Olivia?”

“He mentioned your site as the catalyst that helped to make up his mind. ‘Thousands of men speaking the truth to power about women in a safe space, free from judgment.’ He said he felt solidarity. He said you were a saint and a hero for refusing to be a white knight to screeching misandrists.” Olivia rolled her eyes.

“Fuck,” John said again, more vehemently. “So he mentioned Mannism? And my name?”

She nodded. “I got a screaming phone call, since I had already told her about you and Alex. She was hysterical. It took me hours to talk her out of flying over her to castrate you.” Olivia hugged herself. “What she failed to realize is that it put me between a rock and a hard place. You were the father of-” she nodded quickly, “-the damage was done. But honestly, I hated you. Not only for her, but for everything else. For a while.”

“And you kept that to yourself for all this time?” he said, genuinely surprised.

“What could I do? I fucked up, then Alex fucked up and you fucked up...” she pointed at him. “Everything was fucked. And I didn’t have much sympathy left for her at the time.”

Olivia didn’t usually swear like that.

“We didn’t talk until right after the baby was born, and still, it hurt that she wasn’t going to make it to the birth. We promised each other as girls that we would be present at the birth of our first born. But-” she hiccuped, “she said if I insisted you be there, even after what happened with Alex-” she sniffled, and fat tears dripped down her cheeks.

“Damn it, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because at the time, you were important to Alex, and since Alex was the most important thing in the world to me…”

John stood up slowly. He shook his head. “I didn’t know.”

“Now you do,” Connie said from the doorway, wiping her eyes.

Olivia wept on the sofa, her hands palm up on her knees. Connie ran to her, already crying.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, falling to her knees in front of Olivia and hugging her waist. “I was a selfish, stubborn, unfair, foolish bitch,” she said, and buried her head in Olivia’s chest. Olivia hugged her back, whooping with emotion.

“I missed you,” she said, hiccuping. “I missed you being there…”

Connie’s body trembled. “I didn’t see Monty ... being born …” she clung even harder to Olivia. “Your little baby…”

They wept passionately in each other’s arms. At any other time, their wailing might almost border on comical, but not now.

He knew it was because of him. It was all because of him.

He walked out the back door quietly and let them make it up alone.

Read Chapter 4

*Sons of bitches. Bunch of dumbasses. They can all go to fucking hell.

#That Woman Over There #you me and him #David Tennant #fanfiction #the plot thickens #'lesbian drama' is in Merriam-Webster #it's an actual thing like 'selfie' and 'twerk' #watch me work #the title's an acronym

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Asmodeus and Jimmy

First n foremost, I nEED to update this blog more often than I do ugh- but here’s two babs I made based off of sims and there is a trigger warning down there somewhere highlighted in HUGE bold text before it goes any further so please keep it in mind

| Names: Asmodeus Kosmos and Jimmy Vulcan

| Nicknames: Asmo/Kos and Jim/Vul (sometimes Jimmy likes to mess with Asmodeus and calls him momo)

| Genders: Trans FTM

| Sexualities: Asmo is gay while Jimmy is Pan

| Ages: Unknown

| Heights: Asmodeus is 7'5" while Jimmy is 5'3"

| Species/Race: Asmodeus is a demon and Jimmy is a human

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Asmodeus's skin is red and he's pretty muscular and Jimmy is fairly pale and much more chubby

| Eye Colors/Hair Colors: Asmodeus's eyes are pitch black and his hair is also black (hairstyle is: Greaser Style) and Jimmy’s eyes are a Baby Blue color (his hairstyle is really just a Manbun)

| Appearances: Asmodeus wears a Red and Black flannel with a simple black t-shirt underneath, he also wears black ripped jeans and some black multi buckle punk boots, he also has a black collar with some spikes on it he wears as well, and finally he wears some gauges. He has large pointy ears, razor sharp bear trap teeth, and a few scars here and there but nothing too severe it seems, he also has large black claws and some large black devil-esque horns and a black devil style tail (he doesn’t bother disguising himself bc he literally just does not care in the slightest, if he didn’t like the looks of his punk esque clothing he’d even keep his hooves n fur to look even more inhuman)

Jimmy wears a black and white striped suit (the white stripes are v e r y thin) with matching pants as well and some black business shoes, he also has glasses as well not for the look just bc he literally needs them to properly see anything, his outfit isn’t too spectacular or out of the ordinary but he does have a few strange scars on himself and his wrist (before conclusions are jumped too, no, it was not an intended self harm scar, he did do it for an ENTIRELY different reason and you’ll see why soon)  (oh and I almost forgot like a dumbass, Asmo is Trans thanks to his demon magic- he gave himself the body he wanted and Jimmy of course being a human, this was before he even got to meet Asmo anyways got the surgeries/took the T and all he needed and wanted ya know?)

Oh yeah and btw they both have short boxed beards.

| Personalities: Asmodeus isn’t the most… friendly neither to demons nor humans, in fact, he’s actually a cannibal- he’ll eat his own kind but he’ll also eat humans as well, he’s VERY mischievous and loves to cause trouble and pull pranks and terrify people, he’s always hated his own kind and humans both however… There IS one human he actually likes to be around and stick with, which of course at first it wasn’t that way but I’ll explain that in a bit, he’s pretty cold n cruel towards others, he’s often hungry so he feeds himself quite a lot much to a certain human’s dismay bc he’d really rather things lay low n such but lmao that’s not gonna happen fuck that, Asmo does p much what he wants WHEN he wants to and there ain’t a damn thing anybody can do about it- he truly is p much a rebel.

Onto Jimmy… Jimmy is much more kindhearted and sweeter, he’s not exactly the best with people due to a lot of anxiety and social anxiety so usually he doesn’t hang out in large gatherings and such as that, he usually spends a lot of time in his own room playing some games in his free time but usually he’s writing and working on multiple stories, now if it wasn’t obvious enough as it was, Jimmy is the human I was referring to earlier, him and Asmo live together and I’ll explain why in the side facts but for now, Jimmy’s goal is to one day became a famous author even tho he knows dealing with people and crowds will be tricky, he knows it’d be worth it in the end for sure… Absolutely LOVES animals of any kind, dogs, cats, rats, hamsters, etc you name an animal and he loves them so much he’s too scared however of Asmo eating said animals to bring one into the house unfortunately.

Jimmy loves reading as well, he’s an absolute bookworm and I’m not saying this bc he’s a writer or reads or shit like that but he genuinely is a geek, he’s a complete dork but we love him anyway I’m sure after all… Havin’ a problem with Jimmy is a death sentence with Asmodeus around.

(tl;dr: Asmo is cruel, cold, evil essentially and also a cannibal he’ll eat his own demon kind and he’ll even eat human kind, he’s VERY gluttonous so it’s hard to fill him up most of the time he can just never be satisfied, he does care about one and ONLY one human and that of course is Jimmy obviously, nobody touches or bothers Jimmy with Asmo around, he hates other humans and demons alike however, loves causing mischief and mayhem, pulling pranks, and scaring the hell out of people, always hated his own kind

Jimmy however is much more friendlier, kinder and a sweetheart, however his anxieties both social and regular anxiety gets in his way a lot so he can’t handle people and a LOT of situations tbh, he LOVES writing and hopes to one day become a famous author even if he has to deal with people he knows its worth it, loves to read as well, he’s a geek/dork and lovable as ever, 100% LOVE. FOR. ANIMALS. You let this man see a fucking puppy or hell even a baby rat and he will break down in tears bc its so damn cute, he’ll cry even worse if you let him hold a puppy or somethin like that)

| Side Facts: This is gon be a long one now… so woo boy… Jimmy despite sounding like an average normal human being p much, he’s had a very dark secret… Jimmy was actually supposed to be a cult leader at some point, however for reasons unknown that little thing didn’t work out which he is actually relatively relieved of bc truth be told he wanted no part of a cult in the slightest, that didn’t stop him from being curious about demons and such as that however… There was one demon in particular he had heard them mention quite often and it’s yep, you guessed it! Asmodeus Kosmos… His curiosity had admittedly gotten the better of him so he did some research and… 

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(Trigger Warning!!! For blood, ritual esque themes, demon summoning of course annnnd p much him cutting his wrist for said ritual so if that bothers you please don’t read any further into it)

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Jimmy grabbed the supplies he needed, it was pretty basic stuff such as candles, drawing an upside down pentagram, etc- he then grabbed his knife and slit his wrist, letting his blood flow out into a chalice p much and at first he thought this was the worst decision he ever made and besides nothing even happened so now he’s going to have a scar on his wrist and have to deal with lots of blood but before he could even move to go grab a towel, lo and behold… There was a bright red light and then out popped Asmodeus from the pentagram who immediately grabbed the chalice and rather greedily began slurping up the blood inside, after finishing his little… drink… He looked over at Jimmy who was honestly very mortified right about now and p much grinned at him like “Yooo! What did a lil fella like yourself summon a demon like ME for?” Asmo was definitely… shocked like… really? THIS is what summons him? Jimmy looked like any ol regular human! Nothin special! Just another snack!

And that was when Jimmy realized… He didn’t actually know why he summoned this demon, he had no reason other than curiosity and then an even worse realization of this demon is going to be absolutely. Fucking. P i s s e d. He was lowkey freaking out, before he could even think of the proper response, he just blurted out “Uhh… C-Curiosity…?” which made Asmo’s expression drop a lil, it was more so one of confusion than anger “...Ya know, normal demons woulda been pissed but lemme tell ya somethin’ I ain’t no normal demon and I gotta admit… Outta all the human blood I’ve had, yours by far has been the fuckin’ b e s t tastin’ blood e v e r! Dunno what’cha did bud but ya definitely did somethin’ right! Well, for me at least, for you uh well not so much” Asmo definitely made ill intentions clear to Jimmy by flashing some sharp teeth (this is turning into an actual story now shit uh just roll with it and for fucks sake why can I write better when im not even trying to do an actual story?!)

Asmo of course barely gave him any time before walking over and casually grabbing his wrist, he licked the wound clean much to Jimmy’s dismay… Could demon saliva cause an infection? He didn’t exactly want to find out but it was too late now, Asmo didn’t notice the terror humans usually had for him so maybe this guy didn’t read the fine print or somethin’... “Uhh ya do realize like, I’m gonna eat’cha now right? Did you even, like, r e a d the smaller text in the books? Or did they cut that part out just hopin’ some poor soul would get devoured?” before Asmo could take a chunk out of Jimmy he quickly began to speak “Wait! I’ll… I’ll make a deal with you!” Asmo being the lil trickster that he was couldn’t r e s i s t… “Ooh… What kinda deal we talkin’ ‘ere pipsqueak?” Jimmy didn’t even know what he was saying, he just blurted the next few parts “What if I like… Help you? With, uh, the eating thing?” Asmo of course couldn’t believe his ears, he deadpanned “Ya serious? Ya gonna help me, get other humans who are basically gonna become my meal? JUST to protect yourself?” and there was a pause but before Jimmy could rephrase his question it was too late, Asmodeus grabbed his hand and shook it “You my friend have got yaself a dealio! I’ll spare ya, but uh, I expect a meal v e r y soon~” of course, now Jimmy was completely fucked… Now he had to keep this demon fed because a deal was made and he couldn’t break it or else he’d be the one eaten… And of course not to mention breaking a deal with a literal demon is not the best thing to do in any universe…

Over time of course though… Jimmy had actually begun to bond with Asmodeus, despite all the people he devoured over time… Other than his harsh exterior, rude behavior and pranks n scaring others n stuff… Asmodeus has become much nicer and kinder to him… And even opened up more to him, he knows he can’t change Asmodeus’ ways and get him to stop eating others unfortunately but… After all the time these two have spent together, all the chatting, and even all the flirting (mostly Asmo has done that to Jimmy) they have not only become best friends with each other but in fact, maybe there’s something… More going on there. Aka their dating by now, they actually love one another very much and now? Asmo could never e v e r even dream of eating Jimmy, he’s… actually even scared if he grows too hungry around Jimmy he could accidentally hurt the human… And he’d never want that now, he’d rather himself be locked away and chained up than hurt Jimmy and truth be told… Jimmy is the only being that’s ever been actually nice and kind to Asmo, even after basically threatening him at the start and kinda tormenting him with his pranks, his teasing, and scaring he was still so nice and warm towards him… He was also rather pleased to find out that not only was Jimmy not straight but also ayyy Trans Buddies!!!

#new ocs #my ocs #Asmodeus Kosmos #Jimmy Vulcan #demon oc #human oc #trans ocs #lgbt ocs #trans and gay demon and of course trans and pan human bc fck you i do what i want #these were originally sims #but then I decided I want more babs and so voila here we are #tw: rituals #tw blood #tw cutting mentions #tw cannibalism implications