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gangplanksorenji · 11 months

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Do you think you’re forgiven?

Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Sakura x Male Reader

Word Count: 8720

A/N: Helloooo Orenjideul! I'm back with a Sakura fic and I think, this is my wildest one, yet or something idk ahhhh. I had fun writing this fic and it took me a quite while but I hope it all turned out well! Enjoy! <3

Also, thanking @kaedespicelatte for the idea on the anal scene ehehe <3

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“Aaaaand… Cut!”

Applause of multiple people can be heard around the room as the final minutes of shooting from their song has now come to an end. All the hard work and stress has finally paid off as subsequent radiant smiles paint their faces.

They’re happy as much as you are, and it’s something all you can ask for and you love it. Thankfully, you could go to them as soon as the shooting ended as your heart beats rapidly in every step you take, closer to them. As you get closer, you notice them focused on monitoring themselves and their performance, so you wait it out in order to respect them yet not so long after it is done and you can already hear them blabbering and their laughter.

“It’s a bit hard to—wait, is that Oppa? I better call Kkura-unnie.”

“You better call, unnie, yes!”

“Shhh…” you hurriedly silent Yunjin and Kazuha with their advances towards calling Sakura as you wanted to surprise her by unexpectedly coming on their shooting. You also came to see the girls perform and their utmost efforts on really exerting all of their energy to give it all and that makes you flustered on how hard-working they are. You can't take your eyes off Sakura whenever she delivers every ounce of passion whenever she dances but you specifically take your eyes off her with this girl too. She’s been really stunning since the day you saw her and you stand by it. Who could it be? Well, it’s just Kim Chaewon with her usual bias-wrecking aura that can literally make you bias list in shambles! Every fan knows this and even though Sakura is where your heart belongs, you can’t help but be in awe whenever Chaewon is on the stage, and this is further proven when you can see them perform personally, with your own eyes.

Sneaking up to the two beautiful idols, clueless about your presence and—

“Boo!”

“Ahhh!”, A startled Sakura meets your eyes as you both flirtatiously exchange smiles and smirks as Sakura playfully punches your shoulder on how you’re teasing her.

“Yah, what made you come here?”

“I just want to see you. How well you’re doing, that’s all…”

“Oh really? That’s so sweet of you…”

Those eyes. You swear to god, everytime she pleases her eyes, you just want to protect her from anything awful that happen—treasure her smile and her happiness because that’s what really matters.

“Yah, we’re still in the monitoring room, lovebirds.”, the nonchalant tone of the leader resonates around your ear as you apologized, earning a smile from the short-haired girl that’s brighter than any beam of light.

Gosh, she’s beautiful—you mutter to yourself as Chaewon’s beauty is way out of this world. All of them are stunning in every way possible, especially Sakura, but lately, Chaewon has been stealing the show ever since the comeback started. With this being said, you just hope to God that Sakura won’t be jealous of this, in any kind. Well, you wish…

All of you then went to the dressing room after the monitoring and shooting and with how hard they’ve been working for this comeback, you’ve thought of treating them a little bit, maybe with this little gift, they may feel rewarded as all of their hard work pays off.

“You all did so well! And, y’know, I’d thought of treating you guys so, yeah…”

“Wait, you really will, Oppa? Oh please, don’t bother anymore—”, Yunjin was interrupted with a buzz on the door as their manager delivered something in a plastic bag, full of delicious, mouth-watering food.

“Oh thanks, manager-nim!”, says Chaewon who placed the plastic bag full of food into the table, equally distributing the tupperware for each member and including you.

“Aish, Chaewon-ssi, I’ll just go and distribute them, just chill on the couch.”

“”But Oppa, I want to—”

Chaewon was eager to help you and you’re just in awe of how she immediately took the initiative. You wanted to make her feel good by helping her but with the sudden hold of her hand because of your attempts to do the job instead, she can’t help but be flustered as the sudden contact made her blush.

“Chaewon-ah, I’ll do the rest, okay? Just relax…. I’ll equally distribute the food.”

Flashing a reassuring smile to her, she then sat on the couch as you equally distributed all of the food to them, and then delightfully thanked you as it flustered your heart. While all of this was happening—the blissful cheers and their boisterous laughter—you noticed Sakura uncannily being enervated and quiet. She’s just maybe tired from all of the things they did today, so, you just chose to not really mind it but seconds after, you approached her and asked her if she was okay.

“Kkura…”

“Yeah?”

“You good? You seem really down all of a sudden…”

“Yeah, I’m all good. It’s just that I feel a bit tired, that’s all.”

“Oh… Don’t worry, after this, I’ll bring you to your place then we’ll spend the night together, okay? Don't you want the food to get cold?”

“No…”

You tucked her hair behind her ear, flashing a reassuring smile and with your alleviating tone, “We’ll take a rest later, okay?”

She nodded as her eyes ignited with anticipation, delighted after saying those few words that made her heart flutter. Despite all of this, you managed to reassure her and averted your attention onto eating the food with the rest of the members, as well as blabbering with them as the cherry on top.

---

It has been a delightful experience while chatting with this group and you couldn’t be any happier. Each member stands out for making any conversation funny, enjoyable and interesting, especially Chaewon. She’s been delivering such fun topics onto the table that the rest of you can’t get enough of it—everything just feels really alive when Chaewon brings the amusement amongst all of the other members, and you love it. You became so comfortable with them—moreso with Chaewon—to the point that you’re involuntarily complimenting them and confessing on how you liked Chaewon from the start.

“But honestly, Chaewon looks stunningly beautiful today.”

“Yah~ Oppa, you don’t have to say that.”, the cute, short-haired girl hides her face from your compliment as the rest of the members smile while Yunjin initiates another compliment. “But you look really stunning, unnie!”

“Aww, thanks… All of you look really stunning, right, Kkura-unnie?”

“H-Huh? Y-Yeah, you all do…”

Silence emanates the room as the awkwardness settles in. Sakura isn’t usually like this and you know it. If she’s just randomly sulking because of something, it’s a petulant excuse to have one and the soft-hearted part of you is thinking that she’s just tired from all they’ve done earlier. Yet that thought is clearly eliminated from what you’re seeing on the rest of the members; they’re lively and delightful as Sakura’s being the opposite.

“Kkura-unnie, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just feeling *coos* really tired, sorry.”

Chaewon’s eyebrows furrowed as her tone emits thoughtfulness and concern to Sakura. She then asks her if she’s really alright as she feels a disturbance with the force—something feels off and it’s not looking good.

“Yeah, I’m alright! I’m just feeling tired! How many times do I need to say it!”

All are in shock as she unveils another side of hers which you never like about. Chaewon’s eyes were scared and confused as to why Sakura suddenly exclaimed what she’s feeling. She grew impatient from all of your motives, so with that, she hurriedly left the room as you followed right after. Before you even did that, you reassure Chaewon and the rest of the members that everything’s will be alright.

“Chaewon-ssi, there’s nothing wrong with what you did, okay? She’s maybe just not in the right mood today. We’ll fix this and everything will be fine. Just tell your manager that I’ll be taking Kkura home myself, okay?”

Chaewon nods as you thanked them for bringing such a wonderful bonding session as they thanked you too for treating them to some delicious food—albeit, their advances of still being too grateful and uttering the words: “You shouldn’t have bothered.”. You then hurriedly waved goodbye to them as Kazuha signals a thumbs-up from her hand, letting you know that you should go for Sakura and fix what has unfolded.

This will be one hell of a night, I guess…

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Between the spotless marbling of the floor are hurried steps from the both of you as she runs away, you then, catching up to her and inevitably, you’ve reached her arms as you block her attempts of escaping, facing her and demanding an answer of her earlier attitude.

“What was that Kkura?”

“It’s just—tiring you know? I didn’t mean to provoke anyone. I’m just tired—you know what? J-Just take me home…”

You then sighed in relief as concern painted your face, worried that something may have unfolded that may turn out the worse for both worlds.

“Alright then, let's rest at your place.”

“Okay…”

The both of you then coursed your way to the parking lot, finding your car as soon as possible because of the possible paparazzis that may have caught you with Sakura—and the last thing you want for you to happen on this planet is being on the headlines on Dispatch.

As soon as the both of you hopped in the car, you then texted Chaewon that you'll drive Sakura home to their dorm and an immediate reply of “thumbs-up” signals that they now know that you're driving Sakura home as relief coursed through your veins.

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“We’re now here, Kkura.”, you said as you’re done parking the car onto the allotted parking spot that thankfully, no one occupies or you’ll be doomed to park your car awkwardly in the road.

“Oh, finally! I can rest!”, she cheerfully muttered as she hurriedly got out of the car and diverts herself towards the locked front door, unlocking it and letting you in.

“It’s not much though, we didn’t change anything that much…”

You’re now met with the same blue-ish, tranquil wall and the peaceful ambiance yet what really caught your eye are the organized set of clothes and things in which you didn’t see on your last visit here. You’re clearly feeling comfortable and impressed and teased Sakura about it.

“Wow, some organization! Glad y’all knew about that word.”

“Shut up…”

You then laughed as Sakura flashes a faint smile at your joke, and clearly, wasn’t offended by that. Not so long after, she then rushed upstairs as you didn’t mind her, letting her rest for a while as you then slouch onto the couch, making yourself comfortable and then killing the time with the endless scrolling on social media.

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It has been silent for quite awhile (maybe for like, half an hour) and you’ve never heard any hint of sound upstairs. It’s tranquil and you love it. On how everything seems uncannily silent, your curiosity sends you to check Sakura as you assume that she’s already sleeping and yeah, you half-expected this to happen.

“Hey, Kkura...”

A feeble attempt to avert her attention towards you and not to the game she’s playing (and yes, she’s playing a game) is all you can do. It’s not like she can hear you as she just chooses to ignore which you didn’t really like, to say the least.

“Kkura-yah~ Why are you—”

“Ahh! Fuc— What do you want???”

An aggravated tone reverberates around the compact automobile you’re in as Sakura is angry, infuriated over, maybe, a loss of her game she’s playing. She stares at you striking, like daggers towards your chest as you’re starting to get disappointed towards her as she completely (maybe unintentionally) ignores you, and that's something that you don't want her to do.

“Why are you so mad about, suddenly, huh? Is it because of the game?”

“Yes! And you just ruined everything!”

Shock. You're in complete shock. You've seen her like this before and it's her worse side, as always. You despise seeing her side of this—acting like a spoiled brat who loves attention-seeking and being sulky and would do every single thing just to suck your cock. It's not even fair at this point and you hate it. You get to adjust to her current mood and understand her even though her acts are nonetheless, in the most frivolous and annoying manner yet still, it feels like your acts aren't even making her get out of that ”mood” of hers.

“Hah, you, Kkura, losing your patience just because of a single mistake that you could re-do later—”

“Listen here, you little shit—” Sakura yelps out of her comfortable position, her face infuriated and filled with anger as she tugs the collar of your shirt, her face just inches away from yours as her sharp glare makes you flinch in confusion and maybe, even being nervous about her antics, “—this, is not just a game, do you understand? And you—fucking ruined this day because—”

“Because o-of what? Tell me, Kkura—what is it?” you fight back as you match the fire in her eyes that has been long ignited before.

“Aish—nevermind, argh!!”

She then turns back against you, yourself then anticipating her next move and now, this is most likely a surviving tactic to her possible aggressive antics. You then come to a realization that the possible switch of her mood is because of Chaewon. She may not know this but you've been averting your eyes towards Sakura from time to time, on the right moment where she can't see you. You've noticed her personality being quiet and indeed, sulky rather than her usual bubbly and dorky self.

So… you did just point out that to her.

“Ahh, is it because of Chaewon? That I talked more often to her than you—”

“Just shut up! Shut your mouth!” Sakura pounces on you like a wolf, making you fall onto your stomach and her straddling your lap. She senses you, almost like a predator sensing the fear and anticipation beneath those sparkling eyes of yours as the prey falls into submission, giving in. She grabbed your wrists, further preventing you from retaliating—and it’s like you want to retaliate at this moment and to be honest, you’re even liking it.

“You’re so annoying, don’t you know that? And I don’t care if you want to talk to Chaewon more than me. Pay more attention to her than me—I don’t care! Even if you fuck her brains out, I don’t give a fuck about it!”

She is furious and it’s all you’re doing. You know this but why would she act like this? So childish and so, out of the blue and this, almost feels like a fever dream. Even with her infuriated look, you can’t help but still be so attracted to it and it feels like she’s making you fall for her spell. You hide your true demeanor to her and act tough, trying to fight back but she easily overpowers you, Sakura now having control and the upper ground.

“W-Why are you like this? Get off of me, now.”

“Shut up. I won’t and I’ll make sure I’ll let you know who you fucking belong to.”

Without any time to waste, she started to latch her lips onto yours as the kiss was surprisingly, sloppy and fueled with intense fervor, which you eagerly reciprocated. The taste of her lips is really addicting, so, to further let her know how good of a kisser you are, you double the efforts on each little thing you do when kissing her: the way you caress her waist, the effort and small so-called “lovebites” on her lips and the way you moan between each sloppy kiss. Now, your tongues intertwined with each other as the volume of her moans now resonates around your ear, like a lustful chant that you could listen to all day. Sakura loves this, and even with this, she can submit herself into submission but even before she totally gave in to your control, she pulled out of you, gasping for oxygen as her cheeks and ears are now red from the intimate action you’ve done.

“I hate how good of a kisser you are.”

“You’ll never find someone who kisses you better than me, Kkura.”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t get to talk! Arghh!” Still with her vicious glare, she takes full control of you pretty easily—even though you can put up a fight against her, you wouldn’t because you love it when she’s in control.

“Oh wow, look at your little friend here!” Sakura averts her fingers playfully onto the tent on your pants as she grinds on it leisurely, you then moaning silently as her tease is enough to make you give in to the abyss of submission.

“Fu—Fuck, Kkura. It feels good.”

She just ignores you and dry-humps your tent, causing her to be wetter than before and you can feel it. You feel yourself being at full mast as she stops after a few seconds after, causing you to be a little bit disappointed as you wanted more.

“You think you can have more? Hah—you wish.”

And, she’s still mad to you for no significant reason on why she’s like this. You wanted to work this out by just talking to her but on the way, Sakura is making this game a fun one as this turns you on even more than what you expected and you’re not complaining. Without any further reminders and time to waste, Sakura hastily unbuttons your pants as she yanks down your boxers in one swift motion, and not even caring if she hurted you or not. Now, with your almost fully-erect length, Sakura eyed it like it was just a piece of meat and was hiding the fact of being in awe and in drool whenever she sees your raging length.

“This?” Sakura leisurely stroked your length, you then groaned in half-pain, half-pleasure as the lack of lubrication isn't helping, yet, nonetheless, it's still pleasurable as hell. “This cock is mine. I'll get to do whatever I want to with this cock and there's nothing you can do about it.”

She then stopped stroking you and now, with full control of you, she didn't waste her time doing the thing she excels at: dominating you.

“Now, you're lucky that I'm not really feeling that sensitive right now, or else, you could be sleeping outside right now, not with me.”

“I'm s-sorry, Kkura, b-but did I even do wrong?”

“You know what you fucking did.”

As she's about to lay down her face aligned with your shaft, a tingle in her brain says something that will make this experience a hundred times better than what it should be.

“Now, you know the drill, baby. Is it clear?”

“Wha—What? What drill, Kkura?”

Within that single word, the fire inside her ignited. The flame full of anger and lust ignited, and it became the worst in any possible situation. She is furious, suffocating your shaft with a vice grip as you wail in pain, then realizing what she's been implying and you quickly correct your mistake.

“Fuck—ahh! I'm sorry, mommy.”

Now loosening her vacuum-like grip on your shaft, you became complacent that everything is starting to calm down but with Sakura, that's not in her vocabulary.

“It's good you have a fucking mind to think then. Don't worry, you'll be all-spent after this and if you do good and follow my instructions, I'll forgive you."

Your eyes widen in anticipation, nervousness and excitement. It’s like rolling a dice full of emotions and wouldn’t know what to really feel and Sakura senses this, and further uses it as her advantage. With still a firm grip with your rock-hard shaft, she spit on your shaft a few times as the lubrication now felt better than before as you can see her beautiful, dainty fingers stroking your raging length leisurely.

You moan in ecstasy and probably, that’s all you can do. The sudden strike of gratification can be felt throughout your body and you, immediately shudder as her wet, warm mouth envelops your raging length within a fraction of a second, and didn’t even notice it.

Sakura didn’t mind you moaning her name and the constant convulse of your hips as she focuses where she’s best at. With her slow bobs and her mouth wrapped onto your mushroom tip, you can’t help but become more aroused and you wouldn’t complain about this—maybe the only thing you’ll complain about is her anger towards you and you never liked it when she’s furious. Within a few seconds, she picks up the pace and involuntarily, you caress the silky black strands of her hair as an outlet to fight the pleasure, and you won't like what will happen next.

Pop.

“Get your hands off me. Put it behind your back and just let me do my job, is that clear?”

You don’t speak, which ignites the flames inside her—

“Fucking answer me!—”

“Yes—y-yes, mommy! I’m s-sorry…”

The tremble on your voice puts a smile on her face, knowing that she, herself, is damn well in control over you.

“Do that again and I won’t make you cum, alright?”

Another “yes” and another no. Simple articulated words coming from your mouth is enough to make her advances towards your glistening length once more, invading it with her oh-so pleasurable cavern which is her mouth. Her deprivation and her insatiability towards you is what fuels her to do this—and it’s like she’s not liking this and if she is, she’s absolutely lying and you can sense, by the way she looks into your eyes, you know damn well that she’s enjoying this.

If only you could tell her how much you love th—

“Don’t talk to me, okay? I’ll only give you permission if I say so, is that clear?”

You’re completely silent as you already followed her instructions (and with the clever mind she has, she knew that you’re taking the instruction too seriously), which she didn’t like.

“You piece of shit—not like that! Fucking answer me!”

“Y-Yes, mommy…”

“Good. I don’t want your joking ass to play around me ‘cause I’m fucking serious right now—”

She resumes her lustful antics onto your engorged head as she swirls her tongue around it, and you respond with an intimate moan as the sensitivity is way too much to handle, and so is the pleasure. Her constant slurps and her saliva running down her chin is one way to know how much she wants you, how she's so deprived of the taste of your cock and it's like a candy she can't get enough.

“God, your cock tastes so good—fuck—”

And there she goes, again. Constant frantic bobbing ensues and the fondling of your balls—and it's really nothing new to your eyes yet the sight is nevertheless hot as fuck. Those large, doe eyes having eye contact with you as she blows you sloppily—oh gosh, you couldn't ask for anything more than to relive this moment and savor every second of her warm mouth enveloping your shaft.

Such copious amounts of that colorless liquid inevitably leaked out of your slit, which she delightfully consumed as if it cascaded like a waterfall—like a mouthful of a delicious entrée she couldn't get enough of. After such hypnotizing minutes of her sloppy blowjob, she pulled out of your shaft with a loud pop as she commended you for being so obedient to her.

“Such a good boy for mommy. As much as I want you to cum deep in my throat, I want to feel this dick inside me, right now.”

She then grinds onto your heated core as the neediness in her eyes says a lot, and you can’t wait to fulfill it.

“Strip me, baby. Get these stupid clothes out of me and don’t you fucking dare touch me until I say so.”

And you did just that. Untying her top slowly while she’s still straddling your lap, you felt your cock twitching at the sight of her handful breasts, those within and hand’s reach as you hurriedly unclasp her black bra, letting gravity do the work as it fell off her smooth, milky skin as her perky mounds are now within your sight. As much as you wanted to dive in and fondle her mounds, you wanted to follow her instructions as you don’t want to feel her wrath again. Now with just her pants on, she gave you an discontented look as you hurriedly did your job, unzipping her pants and letting the clothing fall off the ground smoothly alongside her panties on the way, letting her beautiful, hourglass figure on your sight as you drool in insatiability and need—Sakura herself exuding sexiness is always off the charts of what you always wanted and with her naked body onto your sight, you can’t help but feel so aroused to the point that you want to pull her and kiss her yet, as what she’d said earlier, you must be obedient so you’ll try and discipline yourself to do so.

“Fuck, she’s so perfect—her figure is so insane.”

Sakura then pushes you onto the bed with a loud thud as she pounces onto you like a wolf, her legs straddling your thighs and her warm hands caressing your chest and your abs, making you squirm in sensitivity.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. And—ooh, you’re squirming under my touch already? Oh, and I bet, you want to feel my pussy right now, don’t you, hm?”

You nod frantically as she grips your length, her hands almost clenching around your shaft as she lines her entrance towards you, teasing you as she brushes her clit onto your swollen head, making you moan in need as you wanted more but you know that she’s not going to give it to you—or is she?

Enough with the teasing as she dives onto your rod, her wet folds engulfing the entirety of your length as she fucks herself with it within as slow pace. You moaned her name softly as she’s exceptionally tight and so wet, and you noticed it on how much she’s dripping before she even entered.

She might be sexually frustrated considering how much both of your schedules are hectic as the both of you didn’t have the time to really invest into bonding sessions or even steamy ones and her frustration even ignited to the fact that she’s so jealous and you’re starting to feel bad. But you shouldn’t, because if your proposition is true, then you’re in the boat as her—you’re having the needs as hers to, and that maybe even explains on how she’s much tighter than the last time you’ve fucked her yet she’s always pleasurably tight, and it’s so pleasurable that you always wanted to hit the deepest spots inside her pussy if you can.

She rides you with a pace that’s moderate—you don’t really ask anything more than it and you can't, as it’s Sakura’s order to not interfere nor talk to her, so you’ll just shut your mouth as the gratification makes your brain go haywire.

“Fuck—you're s-so big inside me—ahh! Fuck, this cock is so p-perfect! Thank god y-you have this perfect cock for me t-to fuck on—ahhh, fuck!”

Her hypnotic bounces onto your shaft sends ripple onto each other’s bodies as you can feel how she’s dripping wet, considering how she’s leaking between her bounces. In every thrust of herself onto your rod, her demeanor completely changed as her once stern, jealous-filled face is now filled with lust and need, her face distorted with the overwhelming pleasure she’s bringing herself into. Her pace suddenly becomes rapid, bounces within such a quick succession as she places her hands onto your chest for further stability. You realized that she’s struggling a little, so you supported her by pressing your hands firmly onto the side of her hips, which she didn't seem to mind.

“God, I fucking love t-this. I hate h-how you always s-stretch my pussy so well—ahh, fuck!”

She can’t really hide the satisfaction she’s feeling and she never will as she’s always vocal whenever she’s satisfied with something, even from the smallest things up to even some of the freakiest actions in bed. It’s also in her eyes and the way she’s leaking all over your length, and with those simple hints, you already know she’s in peak ecstasy.

“Y-Your cock is too good, baby. I’m gonna c-cum really soon!”

Now chasing her long-awaited orgasm, she rides you at a frantic pace, bounces and bounces in quick successions that make your mouth escape plethora of moans. All it takes is a single squeal as she announces her high, as she creams onto your cock, her nectar gushing out like a waterfall, dripping onto the bed sheets.

And you swear to god, you’re going to clean your bed whenever all of these sinful events are done.

She then pulled out of your slick shaft as it glistened with her juices, standing proud and hard as her body makes her the culprit for all of this. With a single motion, she switched positions with you and glared at you, straight right to your soul, seductively whispering, “Fuck me hard, baby. Don’t stop until you unload every single drop, in your balls, in me, do you understand?”

Another question. Another nod. Of course, it’s a must at this very moment as before you insert your stiffened member inside her, once again, she interrupted you with a suggestion in mind, benefiting herself and maybe even you.

“Before this, you gotta fuck me from behind. Fuck me hard until my legs give out, baby. Please mommy and I want you to impress me.”

And you wouldn’t disappoint her and you never will, because if you do, you’re fucked. Fuck her ‘til her legs give out—well, let’s see how this goes.

With all your strength, you rotate her as the sudden swivel makes her anticipate more of what you can do. You then give her milky-white buttocks a gentle squeeze as you continue to whisper to yourself how insane Sakura’s figure is and how much you adore her passion on how she keeps on maintaining this physique.

“God, she’s so fucking hot…”

“W-Why are you teasing me? Fuck me now and I want that cock inside me.”

Her delirious and stern tone makes you anxious as you hurriedly insert your length into her entrance once again and oh—she’s still as tight as ever. Both of you gasp on the sudden spike of pleasure coursing down your veins as you fulfill her request immediately—by fucking her hard and pounding her until her she can’t feel her legs. No more teasing and slow build-ups as you immediately hammer yourself into her glistening cunt, relentless about the pace and not caring if she can’t take it or not—she wanted it rough, anyway. You place both of your hands on her hips, letting you caress and feel those soft mounds you always love and to further fuck her better as the grip and the control now is way better than before. The clashing of bodies resonates a series of sinful sounds that only reverberated around the room, which arouses you further and as well as the wet squelching of each thrust as the cherry on top.

“I s-said, fuck me harder, you piece of sh—I k-know you can do better than this…”

Upon her livid-filled request, you fulfilled it immediately by exerting more effort between your hammering thrusts into her leaking pussy. It's evident how much she's loving this even though her façade says the opposite—and you want to break it and let herself give out to you and you will. The wet squelching has been a common sound beneath your ear as it forms an orchestra of lustfully-composed sounds alongside her sultry moans that pushes you further on the edge. Sakura tries to compress her moans but with this sinful act being unfolded between her legs, it's impossible to really hold back as she fights for the bit of her dominance left.

“G-God, p-pull my hair, pound m-me faster, g-gosh—I know you can do be—”

Her further attempts of being unimpressed was interrupted by a sudden tug of her hair as your hips pursue an onslaught of hammering thrusts that makes Sakura scream your name, her cunt now glistening and leaking way more than before as you're finally getting the grip to make her fall onto submission. Yet you know her, how competitive she is and she's going to put up a fight in order to win and that's her goal, but the grass isn't getting any greener on the other side of victory and you're claiming to dethrone her.

“God, mommy, y-you're so fucking tight—this pussy just feels to fucking good to be r-real!”

“You love mommy's pussy don't you? No wonder why you're throbbing so much i-inside me—fuck! Just shut the fuck up and pound me. I c-can still feel my legs…”

You nod as you continue the good pounding she always wants as not so long after, she's about to announce her second orgasm of the night.

“God, mommy's gonna c-cum so much! I'm so c-close! I—”

An ear-deafening shrill is all it takes as she gushes onto your cock like a waterfall, every stream staining the bedsheets. You continue to fuck her through her high yet your thrusts are way slower than before, allowing her to recover from her high.

“Fuck me h-hard, baby. I know you're c-close. I can feel this cock throbbing inside my tight, wet cunt, ready to deposit all inside me.”

You swear to god, her dirty talks are instant buttons to push you onto your long-awaited orgasm and you love it. Thrust after thrust, moans reverberate around the air as within a few more seconds, you savor each moment being inside as the familiar knot onto your loins grows, signaling your near ecstasy.

With a single sentence escaping from Sakura's lips, it's just impossible to hold back—

“Cum for me.”

Ecstatic, blissful and lustful. Isn't it perfect? Yes it is and always it has been.

Unloading every ounce inside Sakura's perfect cunt is a must, so you did just that. Burying your length up to the hilt, you let it all out as series of thick shots of semen gets unloaded inside Sakura's tight cunt, her velvety walls hugging around your cock as she even savors the moment of your hot seed being deposited inside her, and, to no surprise, she loves it. You then pull out of her heated entrance and rest yourself onto the bed, feeling exhausted from a steamy session with this hot Japanese girl that just milked you, yet not enough to drain you entirely.

“God—” Scooping a sample from the semen that dripped out of her cunt, she tasted it and a satisfied hum lets you know that she liked it.

“Now that's not too bad, for you—hmm, I guess…”

For me? Didn't she just scream earlier like her life depended on it? And now, you know that she's trying to piss you off at this rate—not that you're disappointed and confused, yet maybe you are, yet you see this as a competition and you're willing to let her know who's going to be in control now.

“Hey, mommy’s not yet done with you, stay where the fuck you are and be my good little toy for the night.”

“B-But can’t you just let me re—”

“What the fuck did I say?”

“Sorry, mommy.”

Damn, she’s good. And it’s like you’re putting up a fight against that and you won’t, just yet…

Tugging your collar as she brings her herself close to you, she whispers seductively onto your ear, enough to tingle your senses and your eyes to widen as the simple words that came out of her mouth arouses you more than what you could ever expect in seconds, bringing your shaft to be in life again, rock-hard from her actions.

“I want you to pound my ass. I can still feel my legs and make sure that I won’t after we’re done.”

Oh… Fuck.

Right from the start of your steamy sessions, she’s been talking about anal sex and you know that she’s into something like that yet, right at this moment, it feels like it’s way hotter than what it should be considering how dominant she is right now. Maybe it’s because of that or her just being vocal about it? Nevertheless, the thought of pounding Sakura’s puckered hole and gaping it open is an arousing sight and just by thinking of it can send you into overdrive—moreover, the drive of lust and the will to fuck her until you’ve fully deposited everything inside her tight asshole.

Letting your hands handle the side of your hips for stability, you didn't just go idle as you rub your cock into the rim of her puckered hole, making her squirm in the sudden spike of pleasure. You then spread your precum onto her hole, lathering it with the colorless liquid as not so long after, your fingers tease her ass as its only motive is to pry it open, make it gaped enough for the ease to pound her into oblivion.

“You're not fucking my ass without some lube, idiot. Go get the bottle from the cabinet near my desk.”

Yeah, and you're about to do that after you're done teasing her—yet, you said to yourself that she's maybe not liking you being a tease at this moment and prefers the real thing up in her ass, already. You would rather not answer her back for the flames not to worsen so you did just follow what she wanted and got the bottle of lube from the cabinet.

“Good. Now lather your cock with it. I wanna see your cock glisten among the ligh—”

A shocking squeal escapes her mouth as you shove the tip of the bottle from her puckered hole and her expressions changing within a millisecond once you squeezed the bottle as numerous amount of lube is being distributed inside her ass, making her moan in pleasure yet she still found it rather perplexed with how the cold liquid felt inside her snug asshole.

“W-What the fuck was that? Shit—it's so cold and weird yet it felt good but, what is th—ahh!”

A moan elicits from her as betweenher ragged breaths are her hard grip from the bed sheets as the sudden spike of pleasure was way too much to handle—and at this moment, she's nowhere near evincing a faux demeanor but rather, such expressions of lust and need, and, even though you can't see it, you can feel that she's genuine on what she's feeling. With how well-lubed the insides of her ass are, you’re not going to waste any time to shove your length in it and you did just that. You struggle to insert a few inches inside considering how incredibly tight the opening of her twitching hole is. You groan in pain and pleasure as you now manage to insert half of your raging length into it and thank god, you lubed her inside well and it wasn’t a pain thrusting into her snug walls. Your thrusts are slow and leisurely pleasurable and you want to really build up the pace from time to time yet Sakura didn’t like your thought of that.

“Enough of that slow stuff. Go and pound my ass harder than what you did in my pussy!”

As much as you wanna tease her, you can't help but feel the need of her walls enveloping your thick shaft as you pound her with a relentless pace. The feeling is mutual—you want her as much as she wants you, and you can't wait to bring an onslaught of thrusts inside her gaping hole.

“Oh god—yes! Pound me just like that! Don't y-you love how my walls clench around your shaft? Like how tight I am, hm?”

“I like h-how fucking tight you are, mommy—I really do. You make me feel so good—argh!”

Even though Sakura may feel a little flummoxed on how everything unfolded so fast, she can’t help but still feel so good as every thrust you did inside her sends shivers of pleasure up in her spine. You hammer into her tight asshole without any care, with abandon as she buries her face into the sheets as the gratification is way too much yet she always liked it no matter what. You pound her ass like there’s no tomorrow, balls deep in every thrust you do as it’s so hard that the wet claps of your balls onto her glistening cunt can be heard, as well as the clashing of your bodies. You can tell how good she’s feeling right now, considering the fact that she’s sneakily fingering her cunt in tandem with every thrust you make and the sight is just arousing as fuck. The lewd scene could not be any better and even with her muffled, compressed moans (thanks to herself burying her head onto the mattress), you could tell that she’s enjoying this as much as you do.

“N-Now, Kkura, look how you’re leaking from getting your ass fucked. You’ve thought of this multiple times, don’t you? You’re done being in control right now—because I have the high ground now, do you understand?”

Only a muffled scream can be heard as you deliver hard thrusts and harsh spanks onto her pristine, bubble butt. You wanted an answer—no, you demanded an answer immediately from her. So, without a time to waste, you pull her hair as her muffled moans are now clearly audible and ask her once again.

“I said, do you understand, Kkura?”

Silence emanates yet the wet clashing of bodies ensues, reverberating around the bedroom. If she’s playing tough and stubborn, then you’ll gladly play the game she's in.

“I said, do you fucking understand me, Kkura?!?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

“G-Good girl—oh fuck, Kkura! Your ass feels so good! God—I love fucking this ass, do you know that? I swear to god, if I have all the time on the world, I would literally spend hours fucking your ass.”

“Daddy—gahh! Too good! Too good! Please keep fucking me daddy—I’m going to cum so soon too!”

“Then cum for me, Kkura.”

With rough, hammering thrusts comes with a fast pace of fingering her pussy and with orgasm being chased, you wanted to help her out reach her high faster. You give her the last hammering thrusts she deserved as a blissful scream of ecstasy resonates around the room, announcing her peaked high as she squirts all over the bedsheets.

“Gosh—I—cumming, daddy! F-Fuck!!”

You didn't give her some time to recover as you resumed your frantic thrusts inside her snug hole, chasing your orgasm too as a pleading voice can be heard.

“Please c-cum, daddy. I know you're c-close too so please, j-just cum, anywhere you want…”

Even though with the fire she ignited earlier, you can't help but fulfill her desires as surprisingly, you pulled out of her tight hole, wanting to cum somewhere else that she would love.

“Get on your knees for me, Kkura. I wanna blow my load all over your pretty face.”

She obliges your command as she lewdly sticks her tongue out, anticipating your thick load that will cover the entirety of her face and with the furious strokes you're making, you can't hold on much longer as you wanted to be.

“F-Fuck, Kkura! Stick your tongue just like that! Gosh, you're so fucking hot—I'm c-cumming!!!”

A blissful, overpowering drive of lust can be felt as your reservoir breaks loose, unloading all of your semen on Sakura's enticingly seductive face as per thick shots of it, gains a hurried flinch from her by how much you're covering her. She tried to catch it all with her tongue but was deemed unsuccessful because of how much you've unloaded almost everything onto her: her face, nose, chin, lips and her forehead full of your pearly white cum.

“Fuck—it feels so warm, and so—d-delicious, daddy!”

You smiled faintly out of content yet you're still not done with her because you want to ruin her and you absolutely would.

“Do you think I'm still done with you, Kkura?”

You grip both of her arms as you face her, your lust-ignited eyes demanding an answer escaping on those lips from hers.

“N-No?”

“That's right. I'm still not done with you. Now relax yourself, alright?.”

She quickly obliges as she wails in pleasure once you've brushed the tip of your cock onto her clit, making her weak on her knees and moaning profusely.

“Daddy—ahhh! Be gentle for me, just for now—I still feel so sensitive—”

“You don't get to say what I'll do, Kkura. Also, don't fucking worry, it won't be in your pussy.”

Catching her off-guard, you quickly shoved your length into her puckered hole again as you two moaned in unison—you moaned and groaned on how tight she still is, considering how much you've opened her from your harsh poundings from earlier.

“Gosh, Kkura—you're still tight as fuck.”

“And y-you're so big inside me, daddy! Pound me again!”

You really thank Sakura for squirting earlier as her nectar helps with the lubrication—other than the lube, of course—as it drips towards her puckered hole. You didn't get her a chance to prepare herself as you started off with harsh and frantic thrusts, sending ripples down her bubble butt as you pound her with abandon. With the clashing of bodies, you can’t help but moan in ecstasy as the scene is too fucking hot and it’s not hotter as both your lips clash onto each other. You kiss her with fervor that hasn’t been seen before, devouring her like it’s your last meal and getting the awkward taste of your own seed is surprisingly making the scene hotter.

“F-Fuck, daddy. You kissed me so good and don’t you like the taste of your own cum?”

“Well, it’s a bit weird but I never thought I'd taste this sweet.”

You indulge into another blissful kiss with her, locking tongues and exchanging breaths is what made the hottest scene in the bedroom, maybe even way more scorching hot than anything you’ve done with Sakura. You pull onto her once again as you resume your frantic thrusts into her asshole, sending shivers down your spine on how well the pleasure is being delivered.

“Oh god—daddy! You fuck me so well! So so well—fuckk!!”

The same symphony of lewd moans can be heard all over again, and it’s the kind of music you want to listen to apart from their biggest hits. Maybe, in a way, you’ve helped Sakura to improve her vocals by how much you’ve made her scream, reach the highest of notes and how much she has taken you down her throat.

As the frantic hammering ensues comes her melodic moans that ignites the lust inside you to keep going, not minding how sensitive you are as your only aim is to cream both of her holes and to watch how beautiful she can get after all of this. You slowed down your thrusts for a moment and pulled out right after, as you wanted to do something that Sakura will also love.

“Turn around for me, Kkura. I wanna pound you from behind.”

Again, she obliges immediately as she pounced on the bed with her ass up, ready for another set of harsh poundings. It’s still surprising how her legs are still functioning at this very moment but all you can say is that, you’ll pound her into oblivion to the point that she can’t walk until tomorrow and God knows where she’ll get an excuse to his manager on why she can’t be participating in further activities. Without any time to waste, you insert into her snug hole once again as you’re met with the tight hugging of her walls as you resume the onslaught of thrusts while spanking her pearly-white, bubble butt until it’s red from your handprints and your other hand pulling her hair, making a makeshift ponytail and in order to hear the plethora of moans .

“Is this what you’ve wanted a-all along, huh? To be fucked like an animal, especially in this tight ass? Don’t you f-fucking worry Kkura, you won’t gonna walk until tomorrow on how much I’m gonna pound you—oh! Use you, like a toy and you’re going to make a convincing excuse to your members and to your manager on why you suddenly can’t walk. Hah—you fucking slut—what a slut for my cock. Don’t worry, this w-will be anything you can ask for, Kkura and you’ll forever know that I’m yours and you’re all mine, do you understand?”

“Y-Yes daddy—ahhh! Please keep fucking me! I d-don’t care anymore—j-just explode in me!”

Really surprising—you whisper upon yourself as it is indeed surprising on how she can still articulate such words even though she’s being fucked like an animal—thrusts with its only aim is to rearrange her guts and ruin her, ultimately. You wished this won’t end but it soon will be, as you can feel the familiar knot in your loins, signaling your near orgasmic peak. You then give her ass the pounding it deserves as you bury the entirety of your shaft inside her asshole, filling her up to the hilt.

“I’m going to fucking c-cum, Sakura! I’m—cum—”

Your vision darkens as your tips spurt thick shots of cum inside her ass, her walls clenching hard around your shaft as the feeling of filling her ass is way too much to handle. The creampie wasn’t as good as the first one you did inside her pussy, but surely, this amount is enough for the both of you. You then lay down on the bed as the exhaustion comes in, exasperated breaths escaping your mouth as so does Sakura. You then take a look at her holes, fully creampied by you as the conglomeration of both your liquids can be seen on both snug holes. The earlier cacophony of moan, groans and screams are now filled with faint breaths as both bodies are exasperated from the earlier wild session.

“It feels—hahh… So—warm… God, y-you fucked me good and I—can’t feel my legs…”

Sakura then looks at you as you look back to her, exchanging smiles as Sakura leans closer to you, her disheveled hair all over her face but you can’t deny how beautiful she still looks even though she’s completely ruined.

“I’m—sorry about my earlier attitude… I didn’t r-really mean to sulk like that…”

You then caress her hair, fixing her messed up, cum-filled face to be in touch with her, better.

“It’s alright Kkura. I was just scared earlier and just next time, don’t be that oppressive, okay? I just talked with Chaewon and I’m pretty sorry that I didn’t really divert my attention towards you.”

“No, it’s clearly my fault. I’ll be a better girl, I swear.”, Sakura smiles in reassurance, but with a doubt that you’re still feeling that hint of disappointment so, she ensures something with you. “So, would you forgive me?”

Your eyes glistens upon the dim light as you maintain eye contact with her, uttering the next words that will sure make Sakura smile in delight.

“I do. I forgive you, Kkura…”

You then latch onto her lips one more time as all you can feel is love, and only that at this very moment.

“Wait—would you uhh… Help me clean up? I don’t think my legs are functioning right n-now.”

“Oh yeah, sure.”

You then rose up to the bed and helped Sakura by lifting her and assisting her to walk with your arm all over her shoulders.

“Well, you wanna shower with me?”

You’re just glad that you had clothes on your bag to spare for yourself—“Yeah, why not, Kkura.”

Well, this was a night to remember—and probably, good luck explaining the mess that happened in Sakura’s bedroom to the rest of the members, especially the leader, Kim Chaewon—

Kimssammu on 21:15 - “I want my turn next, anytime, Oppa… ;)”

But how did she know—

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thesiridahl · 1 year

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What do you miss about traditional porn production after the rise of Onlyfans???

There’s way more that I don’t miss. The widespread popularity & success of OnlyFans has democratized the adult industry in ways that I couldn’t have imagined 10 years ago.

As a performer, having the ability to sell my content directly to my fans (with a 20% cut of the pre-tax total going to OF to run the site and process payments) has made a massive difference in my ability to make a life and a future for myself in the adult industry.

In some ways, the industry has been turned on its head. In 2013, things were relatively top-down: I’d wait for the phone to ring, or a text from a director who wanted to hire me for a scene. The rates I could reasonably charge for my work were lower. I didn’t have a talent agent, but if I did, it would've been the same, except the agent would have arranged those bookings and taken a 10-25% cut of my scene rate.

Scene rates were lower for performers 10 years ago. A high-end average would be $600-800 for a girl/girl (non-penetrative sex scene, if you don’t count fingers or dildos 😉) and $800-1000 for a boy/girl (penetrative sex) scene. All of that income is pre-tax, since models in our industry are almost exclusively paid as 1099 contractors. (If you’re unfamiliar, that means Federal, State, and local taxes are not collected when we’re paid out by the companies we contract with, so we have to keep accurate records of our income throughout the year and then pay a huge chunk of money in taxes at the end of the year. Or quarterly, if you’re fancy.)

Scene rates never changed much with inflation. Rates were determined by what studios were willing to pay performers, not by what performers wanted to actually be paid. The only way to increase your rate was to just become more famous. But after OF came along and models started seeing their true worth — how much more they can make selling their own content directly — it started to change the industry in some very big, positive ways.

For example: If a model with a relatively large following on OF films a sex scene that costs $1000 to produce (wardrobe, makeup, hiring a photographer/videographer, editing), sells it for $15 and 400 fans buy it on OF within the first month it’s released, after OF takes their cut of 20%, she just netted $4000 on that scene before taxes. And she owns the content and can continue selling it basically forever. $4000 is a scene rate that no studio would pay a performer for a sex scene, unless it’s something kinda nuts, like an 8-guy gang bang with double anal.

If you wanted to net $16k of pre-tax income per month, what would you rather do? Film a double anal gang bang every week, and have to do that every month for reliable income — or film four regular ass sex scenes (regular-ass sex, not regular ass-sex, although I do highly recommend both) with your real-life partner every month, that you can resell infinitely, while in the comfort of your home, living in a city that's way more affordable than Los Angeles?

These days, I know of performers who've never worked on a studio set, but took years building a loyal audience on OnlyFans and similar sites, and when they’re approached by a studio like Brazzers to shoot a boy/girl scene, they can truthfully declare that it’s not worth their time to even set foot on a studio set for less than a $4000 scene rate. Yes, this is an extreme example and not at all indicative of what the average model earns on OnlyFans, but it’s an important example to illustrate the impact of sites like OF on the power structures of the industry. Models being less dependent on studio work is very good for us, the models.

Since I came out of retirement in 2020 and started depending on my own content sales to make a living, I’ve raised my rates for studio performances, as most of us have. That’s the biggest positive change for me, personally — not having to depend on studio work anymore. When you see my face in an AdultTime or Brazzers scene, it’s because I have happily chosen to work with that company, I’m being paid the rate I asked for, and I’m thrilled to grow my fan base by appearing on a studio site with a wider reach than my own.

That’s how a lot of us treat studio work these days: It’s not a primary source of income. It’s a way for us to advertise our own brand as creators, and hopefully gain some new fans who are interested in subscribing on OF and supporting us directly.

To get to your actual question, yes, there are downsides. While OF and similar sites have democratized (one might even say… SOCIALIZED! ☭ ) the industry, it’s also caused a certain degree of decentralization, and that’s not always great.

One component of the adult industry in particular (specifically the American, mostly LA-and-Las-Vegas-based industry, because to be honest IDK what the heck goes on in other countries) requires at least some centralization to function properly.

I'm referring to our STI testing protocol: Industry testing clinics report to a common database called PASS, operated by our industry’s nonprofit trade association, the Free Speech Coalition (FSC). The database obscures personal details like legal names, but shows a cleared-to-work or not-cleared-to-work status, verifying that the performer has a valid test which is less than 14 days old and shows a negative result for all STIs.

These testing clinics aren’t just any old Quest Diagnostics location — they’re operated by private companies which exclusively service the adult industry, and use the most sensitive tests possible for early and accurate detection of STIs.

The database also functions as a contact-tracing system. In the event that a performer tests positive for something, the database is an indispensable tool for notifying other performers who were exposed, isolating the incident, and halting production within that group of exposed performers until they can all be treated (for those STIs for which an effective treatment exists) and retest with a negative result.

In fact, our database is so effective that early in the COVID-19 pandemic, it was held up as an example of an effective contact-tracing system. It’s the reason our industry was better prepared than most to handle our response to the pandemic — we already had a functional, reliable testing system in place.

But the testing system is only effective if all of our industry’s performers respect and participate in it. And of course, you don’t need to live Los Angeles or Las Vegas to be making your own porn and selling it on OnlyFans. During the pandemic, we all saw the news articles about the explosion of new users on OF, many of them content creators.

It’s one thing if you’re a monogamous couple only fucking each other on camera for your OF content, but it’s entirely different if you’re a model who’s never worked in studio porn or even heard of the PASS database, you live 2000 miles from LA, and you’re producing dozens of scenes a month with different sex partners. Then we have a problem. We don’t know how that model is getting tested, or if they are at all, or who they worked with — so if the model or any of their scene partners tests positive, there’s no record of the positive result and no contact tracing. And if they work with another person who travels to LA, and spreads the STI into the performer pool there, now they’ve put the health and livelihoods of hundreds of other porn performers at risk.

I’ve heard enough stories from my peers to know that this does happen. I have seen Twitter rants from amateur OF creators who don’t value the testing protocol and complain that getting tested every 14 days is too expensive. (Currently, the cost of a full performer panel is close to $600/month, if you test every 14 days. We would all love to see more affordable performer panels, and it’s very much an active discussion in the industry. PASS also offers a testing subsidy for performers, funded by many corporate and individual donors, which helps buffer the cost of testing). They’ll say things like “It’s fine, I’m only shooting with my close friends, and we trust each other.”

They're sorely mistaken. Following the testing protocol is not a burden, it's a non-negotiable requirement for being a performer in this industry. Chlamydia, gonorrhea and syphilis don’t give a shit who you "trust," and neither do the folks who want to shut down our entire industry and make us and our jobs nonexistent.

The adult industry is notoriously insular and defensive for good reason. We’re heavily stigmatized and often it feels like we’re hanging onto our legality and legitimacy by a thread, because we are.

Compared to 10 years ago, there are many more vocal opponents of the porn industry now, and a lot of those critics and antis have way, way more money and power and influence than any single person or corporation in the adult industry. So yeah, the last thing we need is some content-creating doofus in Tightsqueeze, Virginia (yes that's a real place look it up*) coming along to compromise the testing system our industry has relied on for 20+ years, and making us all look bad.

It’s Missouri Senator Josh Hawley’s reactionary Christian wet dream to be able to point a finger at a site like OnlyFans and say, “Look at all these young people indiscriminately profiting from their homemade porn, and look at how many of them got an STI from their immoral behavior! They’re spreading disease, and the entire porn industry needs to be made illegal!”

Josh Hawley has never said those exact words, but he could, and he would be more correct than his actual argument against the porn industry, which is that we’re all child groomers. (Do I need to say here that we’re obviously not? My own fans don’t expect me to actually acknowledge that ridiculous argument, right?)

In a perfect world, every content creator who has sex on camera would be working with a valid 14-day test from a clinic that reports to the PASS database. But it’s unrealistic to expect perfect awareness and participation from every single spicy content creator, and if that did suddenly happen overnight, the testing clinics would be flooded with thousands more patients than they’re prepared to handle.

But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t all try to do better. Personally, I think our industry needs to be a little less insular, and more willing to accommodate and educate newcomers about how we keep ourselves safe and legal ‘round here. And we definitely need a wider network of testing clinics, so that people who don't live in LA or Vegas have an easier time participating in the testing protocol.

From an anti-porn outsider’s point of view, the OF model who lives in Bumfuck, Ohio is just as much a part of the porn industry as Riley Reid or Angela White. We’re all just evil, diseased, child-grooming sinners to them. OnlyFans has done a great deal to help democratize the industry, but I think we still need a little more socialism, in the form of workers helping workers, educating each other and standing together to defend our ability to make a living safely and legally.

*Footnote: I don't actually know if there are any OF content creators in Tightsqueeze, VA. I just googled and picked a funny town name. But if a content creator who literally lives there reads this, and you want to get tested and shoot content with me, holler at ya girl, I'm only an 8 hour drive away.

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gatoru · 1 year

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hange your human anatomy professor (modern au) giving you, their cute lil student, a private anatomy lesson <3

teacher's pet | hange zoe x reader

cw: oral, power dynamic, professor!hange, top!hange, bottom/pillow princess!reader, dirty talk, praise, squirting, reader is in college, overstim if you squint, porn without plot.

Professor Hange Zoe is, to say the least, a very intriguing person.

With a messy ponytail of dark brown hair that left a few loose strands fall right above their jawline and dark eyes scanning the room behind thick glasses, your Anatomy 201 professor would lecture unlike you’ve ever seen before.

Thin, long fingers rubbing chalk against the board, drawing what you guess was supposed to look like a brain. You can’t help but pay attention to their hands, so slim and clean, with perfectly cut nails.

It was impossibly hard not to daydream when looking at them – what their plump lips feel like when kissing your neck, what their waist feels like in your hands, how their hands feel like removing your clothing…

“The cerebellum holds an important part when it comes to the nervous system…” They start, motioning their hands towards the drawing on the board.

Hange’s eyes momentarily lock with yours, setting your soul ablaze with the brief eye contact that held a meaning only you could understand.

Meet me after class.

“You have to learn how to be more careful” Hange whispers, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck. Their hands grip your waist forcefully, while carefully placing you on top of their wooden desk – thankfully, Zoe seemed to clean their office before you showed up. “Could see you biting that pen throughout the lecture. I bet you can’t even remember anything I said…”

You let out a breathy laugh, doing your best to quickly open the buttons of the white shirt they’re wearing, revealing their slim but toned body. You gently rake your nails through their back, earning a gasp from your professor.

“As a matter of fact, I can recall something about a cerebellum, or something like that-”

Hange’s lips glue against yours, moving softly and sending waves of electricity through your whole body. They pull your skirt up, a single digit teasing your soaked pussy through the thin material of your underwear.

“Oh, yeah? And can you remember anything else about the nervous system?”

As if your body could understand Hange better than your mind could, your hips buckle against their teasing hand. They remove your panties, discarding the lacy material on the floor.

“This little thing you did here, is your body telling you you want more friction, anything to relieve the tension in your sweet cunt, isn’t it?”

You nod, feeling dumb – but not in a bad way. In a “Hange is here, and they’ll take care of it” way. There was something about their touch that set you alight, while making you feel safe amongst the flames.

A single digit enters your pussy with ease, soaking your professor’s hand in your juices, moving deliciously against your velvety walls. You whimper, which earns a frowned look from Zoe, as they place a palm over your glossy lips.

“Quiet.” It’s not a question. “”What if someone hears us? What if they find out about the things we do? About the things I do to you?”

You nod, simply – still attempting to muffle your own moans of pleasure. Your legs are spread against the table, and Hange is placed right between them, lowering themself to face your core, smiling brilliantly when they do so.

“If you behave, I can take care of this for you.” They say, removing their finger from the warmth of your cunt, and placing a single kiss on your clit. “Can you behave?”

“Yes, professor.”

Your breathy words are enough for them: Hange dives in your pussy without having to ask twice, sweetly lapping at your sensitive clit as they pump two fingers in and out of your needy hole.

Desperately, your hands find their messy hair, lightly pulling on it, causing them to groan against your core. The ecstasy that filled your body was something unlike anything you’ve ever felt before in your life. They suck on your clit, lightly, just enough to make you want more.

“Hange, professor, please… need m-more” You mumble, looking down at the divinity kneeled between your legs. Their fingers grip tightly on your thighs, encouraging you to touch them back even more.

In moments like this, Hange didn’t really care about their pleasure – actually, they did. But the sounds that escaped your pretty mouth, and your body’s reaction to their touch was something that fulfilled any sexual fantasy they’ve ever felt.

Their fingers curve inside you, moving faster and with more expertise now. They brush against the right spot inside you, causing you to forcefully bite your lip, grinding you hips against them.

“C’mon, can feel you’re close already. You can cum, it’s okay, I got you.”

And so you do.

Your orgasm feels like the earth stuttered on its axis, all movement stopping as your body was filled with a white hot feeling. The bubble of warmth that once was forming on your lower abdomen explodes, making your juices stain Hange’s face and mouth.

Slowly, awfully slowly, Zoe ceases their movements in order to let you come down from your high.

“Good.” They whisper against the crown of your head. “You did really well for me.”

You smile, placing a kiss to their cheek, brushing accidentally against their lips. Hange smirks, kissing you one more time – their kiss never fails to make you lose your breath.

“When can I see you under different circumstances, professor?”

Your question seems innocent enough, but Hange knows better. They know enough about what you want from them, and what you expect from them.

“Hopefully soon.” There’s not a hint of a lie or joke on their tone. “Then you’ll be all mine, okay?”

#hange x y/n #hange x you #hange smut #hange x reader

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ahundredtimesover · 7 months

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Watching jin monthly message always sparks idea in my head 🥹 like imagine tlods jin attending an online meeting at home and little sena would pop in to say hello and see what appa's doing or yoongi or his employee popping in to see sena while he's facetiming oc and sena while on a business trip 🥰🥰

A/N: Anything we get from Jin is a special one! I hope you enjoy this 🥰

The Light of Dead Stars Masterlist

“I don’t find the report adequate,” CEO Kim says. “They’re probably downplaying how bad it is so Seokjin, I’ll need you to fly to there and assess the damage. Evaluate the managers and leads while you’re there, too.”

“Yes, sir. When do you want me to—”

Seokjin stops at the sound of his office door slowly creaking open, immediately knowing it’s his daughter paying him a visit. You’re right behind, mouthing an I’m sorry, even though there’s nothing to apologize for. It’s Saturday night after all; this is his time with you and your daughter but a mess up at distribution with the US office prompted this emergency meeting that he couldn’t get out of, cutting short your movie night.

“Appa!” Sena says, yawning as she does. She walks towards him and climbs up to sit on his lap, uncaring of what her father is doing. “I’m sleepy.”

Seokjin worriedly looks up at the screen and shyly smiles, thankful that the meeting is at least with family who wouldn’t mind this little disruption.

“Hey, Princess. I thought you were asleep already. Sorry that appa can’t be with you right now.”

“I can’t sleep,” she pouts, curling in his arms. “I want appa to sing.”

“Ah. That's what you need to fall asleep, hmm?” He asks, cupping her fluffy cheeks.

She nods adorably, making him incredibly weak. You walk inside his office, ready to take the little one away but Seokjin shakes his head, saying it’s okay, so you stand by the door and watch your daughter make herself comfortable in her father’s embrace.

“Okay. I’ll just finish this meeting and then I can sing you a lullaby. Is that okay, Princess?”

“Okay,” she smiles, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.

Seokjin proceeds to ask when he’s expected to fly out, and at the sound of the older man’s voice, Sena turns towards the screen with a wide smile on her face.

“Harabeoji!” She squeals, excitedly saying hi to her grandfather.

“Hello, darling,” he chuckles, loving the sweet way his granddaughter calls him. “I’m sorry I’m taking appa’s time away from you. We’ll be done soon, okay?”

“Okay!” She hums, scooting closer towards the screen. “Tete-ah! Yoongi-ah!” She squeals again, earning her laughter and amused greetings from the men she refuses to call uncle. “Hi!”

“Hi, Sena!” Yoongi and Taehyung say in unison.

Not wanting to prolong the meeting, Seokjin proceeds, noting the trip he has to make in a few days and sighing in disappointment at the amount of time he has to be away again. He tries not to show it, agreeing instead to everything his father says.

Sena yawns again and Seokjin tries not to mind it, even when she constantly shifts on his lap, and even when - in her boredom - she turns to him and starts squishing his cheeks, something she'd definitely seen you do. You're no longer by the door and he has to keep himself from laughing and peppering Sena with kisses in adoration. Instead, he gently takes her hands, kisses them, and then shifts her to sit upright and facing front again, hugging her now to keep her in place. She doesn't fuss around, leaning on his chest as if in obedience, and stays put.

The elder Mr. Kim watches in awe. Virtual meetings were not a thing during his time, but he does remember keeping his house office room's door closed when he had to work, knowing either way that none of his kids would dare enter, or ask him to sing lullabies, or ask him to spend time with them, or even bother. Taehyung's kids have made appearances during meetings, too, and as a man who's lived as long as he has, he realizes that one thing all 3 of his children did not take from him is prioritization of their work 24/7, and it's something he's happy about. He's seen how all of his grandchildren adore their parents and are unapologetic and uncaring in asking for their time and attention. Seokjin, Sejeong, and Taehyung didn't grow up that way, perhaps always knowing their place in their parents' lives. But the way his children treat their own children makes him think of the kind of love he wishes he'd shown them; his only consolation is that the little ones extend that love to their grandparents as well.

"We should wrap up this meeting," CEO Kim says. "It's late and someone needs their appa."

"Thank you, father," Seokjin says. "Yoongi will arrange my trip and Taehyung will be the OIC for the week that I'm away."

"Make that 2 weeks," the older man says. "And make that a trip for 3. I take too much of your time away from your family and you and ___ should have a well-deserved short break after all your hard work. I'm sure Sena would love the parks and beaches of California, yes?"

"She would," Seokjin smiles. "She'd love the food, too."

"I'm sure," his father says. "Taehyung can take Hyun-a and the kids to his London trip next month and get a week off as well."

"Thanks, father," Taehyung says now. "But yeah, I'll hold the fort while hyung is away. We'll figure this out."

"Okay, good. Now, all of you go back to your respective families. I'll see you at work on Monday," their father says.

They say their goodbyes, with Sena having life injected back in her when she waves them goodnight. Her yawn is Seokjin's cue that he really needs to get to her bed, so he carries her and walks her back to their bedroom a few doors away, knowing that on most weekends, she prefers sleeping in between you and him.

He lays her down and you awaken, smiling sleepily at the pouty face of the little one who definitely tried to stay up waiting for her father. She might never outgrow the daddy's girl label, you think.

"She was about to doze off when she realized you hadn't come back to bed," you say softly, tucking Sena under the covers. "She'll only ever have you sing her to sleep."

"Thank heavens for my beautiful voice, then," Seokjin chuckles, before proceeding to hum the tune of her favorite lullaby.

He proceeds to sing softly, his heart warming at the content smile of his daughter as she slowly drifts to sleep. As always, her arms and legs are spread out, and you embrace her like you often do so she could feel your warmth before she escapes to dreamland.

Sena falls asleep shortly after, and Seokjin kisses her forehead as a goodnight before he turns to you.

"Father didn't seem to mind that she was there when we were meeting," he says.

"Obviously. That's her granddaughter," you exclaim.

"Yeah, but you know him. He's a family man but when it comes to work, there should be no distractions," he explains. "Tae and Sejeong and I only ever stepped foot in the office once we knew how to behave whereas this princess over here demands to go there because she wants to see where you and I spend time at when we're not with her," he laughs, remembering that time when she had a tantrum and Mrs. Kang had called because the little one wanted to see both of you on a Wednesday morning. "She colors when she sits in meetings, greets everyone like she's the president, and walks around the office like she owns the place."

"She kinda does," you laugh. "But I get it. Your father's just not used to it, I guess. But things have changed. And you and Tae are showing that you're dedicated to your children and that they're as much a part of your life as work is. You're a father and a husband, too. Showing Sena that you could be good at your job while still being there for her means a lot, love. It shows her that she's not second to your responsibilities. And I love you for that."

"I love you for that, too," he responds, taking your hand and kissing it. "I think it's pretty cool that she's developing an interest in food because she gets to see us work."

"She could also pull a Sejeong and do something different," you point out. "But that would be cool, too."

"It would," he smiles. "But speaking of responsibilities, I do have to go to San Francisco to deal with that distribution mess. I leave on Wednesday."

"Oh, okay," you reply, your smile fading, something you hope he doesn't pick up but he does. "I'll have to prep this little one then."

"No need to," he says, surprising you. "You and Sena could come, and I'll have a week off so we can go around. Father said so. I think seeing her be as clingy as she is prompted him to give me a break. So yeah, I'm glad she uncaringly came over and stayed with me for the rest of the meeting."

"Ah, that's great then," you smile, suddenly excited for the week. "I'm sure Director Oh wouldn't mind if I spent 2 weeks away on break, too."

"She wouldn't. She can't, not when I'm her boss."

"Of course. Using your position for our greater good," you laugh. "But thank father for me, too. Spending time with you and Sena is definitely what I need."

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#seokjin fluff #Extras:TLODS

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makur0 · 2 years

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I really need to request for a reader comeback for your recent work, "I'm sorry for leaving," like can we have reader come back to the idol industry and what would their reaction be when they see them perform in another unit. Thank youuu!!!

“Why not me first?”

synopsis — a little part of them wished they could see you again. they got what they wanted… but not the way they intended. [ex-fine x amab! reader]

content warnings — sfw, angst, fluff, inaccurate lore on nagisa’s part (Spoilers of Ariadne)

author’s note — 🙏 you read my mind. thank you anon. [note: spinoff of last ex-fine work. NOT sequel]. i altered it a bit so they’re all entirely different

word count — 1732

Eichi Tenshouin - UNDEAD

Was it his fault that he wasn’t able to secure you a spot in heaven? Is that why you were dancing with the demons?

And how did all of this happen under his nose?

Eichi watched in disbelief when a fifth member of Sakuma’s unit walked up onto the stage, welcomed quite warmly by the crowd. It was none other than you, [name], being all buddy-buddy with the one man he rather disliked- Rei Sakuma.

An ugly emotion filled the blonde, staining his perfectly-kept persona. It took him forever to earn your trust, even more just to get a real smile. And yet here you were, grinning crookedly as you were embraced by the other unit members.

What did he do wrong? What didn’t he do right?

That look Sakuma shot him; he could’ve swore it was haughtiness. It couldn’t be anything else.

“Eichi,” A gruff voice sounded from behind him, and half-glaring cyan eyes turned to see Keito Hasumi standing near the exit, his arms loosely crossed.

He gestured over to him. “Come on. Wallowing over your regrets won’t you do any good.”

Although the leader of AKATSUKI was slightly thrown off by Eichi’s coldness, he nonetheless followed him out of the auditorium, shutting the door behind him and cutting off the crowd’s cheering. The walk was tense, quiet.

What did I do to deserve this?

All I wanted was to have you on my side. And you left... because of my foolishness.

Next, I wanted to see you again. I did, but with the wrong people.

What’s... what’s next?

“Keito,” Eichi murmured, grabbing the other male’s attention.

“Yes?”

The leader of fine opened his mouth to begin, but shut it instantly. How foolish of me to think I could tell him.

“Ah, nothing,” He managed a smile. “Thank you for picking me up, but I can manage from here on out.”

Keito shot him a disbelieving glance, but seeing that he needed some space, he said his goodbyes and walked off, likely towards the Rhythm Link building. Eichi was left alone right outside of the auditorium, the night spring air chilling his thin bones.

Two strikes, [name]. First abandonment and now favoritism.

After my unit destroys your... ‘temporary’ one in the upcoming MDM, we’ll see if you’re smart enough to choose the right choice with the gratefully-given second chance I will bestow. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take care of Sakuma and his other hellbent idols.

After that, if you don’t comply... you’re nothing to me.

Tsumugi Aoba - Alkaloid

Tsumugi was all in it to help the newly-hatched unit that Natsume proposed an offer to. But he didn’t expect to see you there with them.

The air was awkard between the two, but it was only noticed by the leader of Switch himself and that tall teal-haired man, Tatsumi as he called himself. The blue-haired idol resorted to staring at the couch, whereas you stood behind Hiiro as if he was a helpful barrier. The other present boys payed no matter to the elephant in the room, instead talking about their present predicament.

“Well, it seemS to me thaT we have ourSELVES a deaL,” Natsume huffed, pleased. “PleaSURE to be workING witH you, AlkaLOID.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Sakasaki!” Hiiro nodded, grinning. “Thank you so much for this!”

“Well, it seems it’s going somewhat smooth,” Tatsumi sighed out in relief. “Now if you would excuse us, we would like to start training-”

“Ah aH,” The red-haired male stopped, ignoring Tsumugi’s pleading glances.

Natsume crossed his arms. “I woulD like to borROW [name] here foR a minUTE. I do hopE you don’t minD.”

“Uh...” Hiiro shot you a worried glance, taking in your stiff smile. After a few seconds, you nodded hesitantly.

“Yes, that’s fine...”

“WonderFUL. Off you gO then,” He waved off the rest of your unitmates, shutting the door behind him. As soon as they were gone he stepped in between you and Tsumugi, scowling.

“If we’RE going to worK this out, theN you two arE going tO have to fiGURE out your... situaTION.” He huffed. “Come oN, soRA.”

And there they left, leaving you and Tsumugi alone.

“...”

“Uh...”

“Nice seeing you again, Tsumugi,” You finally said, managing a smile. As soon as you gave that heartwarming expression, the male felt unknown anger melt away.

He realized that he was surprisingly mad at you ever since you left. How come he didn’t realize it sooner? Why was he? Then again, he took the childish promise to heart and you broke it. Not only it shot down his confidence, but he closed off doors open to only you.

Now you were back, and he should be happy for you. But a little selfish part of him wanted you to be with him, be on his side. Of course you should choose for yourself, but to think that maybe, just maybe you could have joined Switch...

“Aoba...?”

“Ah- sorry,” The idol chuckled, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Uhm, nice to see you too, [name].”

“It seems like you’re doing good,” You observed, giving him another kind smile. “I’m glad that I’m seeing you once again.”

You... really do?

...

I guess... I guess I wouldn’t mind if you’re on another unit. For now...

Nagisa Ran - Crazy:B

Nagisa was perfectly aware that Ibara was off doing his own thing. He didn’t care as long as it didn’t affect neither him nor the people he cared for.

But of course he doesn’t have eyes on everybody.

So to say the least he was astonished when he saw that Ibara had elected you for Crazy:B.

the leader of Eden knew that this newfound unit was being created in order to raise the popularity of their unit. They were just scapegoats.

It couldn’t be that bad. Ibara wasn’t that cruel.

Still, he kept an eye on you as you got used to the idol industry once again, but it did hurt him. Seeing you so comfortable around those unorthodox idols, laughing so easily... you never were like that with him.

How come?

Guess it didn’t matter... as long as you were fine.

MDM was sketchy though. He didn’t like the fact that you had to fight your way in order to survive, otherwise you would have been fired forever. He actually despised that fact... after not seeing you for so long, the idea of you leaving again crushed him. It was close, but you guys managed to pull through, thank goodness.

Until Ibara sparked the idea of a variety show challenging the idols of Crazy:B. That was the limit.

He never found out what type of ‘treasure’ you seeked, so you, along with HiMERU, Ibara provided both ‘past’ and ‘future’ treasures.

Nagisa remembered how... constricted you felt when you were part of fine. He never wanted to see you like that again, and yet it might happen because of this.

He can’t let that happen.

“Ibara,” He had mentioned one day, his voice quiet.

The male perked up. “Yes, Your Highness-?”

He stepped back a bit in surprise, staring at Nagisa who walked up to him with a dark gaze. “Yes...?”

“I have warned you before, and I didn’t think I would have to again. You have proven me wrong.” Nagisa said condescendingly.

“May... may I ask what you mean?”

“Don’t pry into other’s past,” He hissed, his calm facade dropping as he glared at the latter. “I cannot overlook that anymore.”

“Leave [name] alone.”

“The Crazy:B kid?” Ibara muttered, his voice faint. “Does he mean something to you?”

“I wouldn’t be saying anything if he didn’t,” Nagisa glowered. “And because we are here right now, don’t try to create trouble for them or I personally will take care of you.”

Saegusa was shellshocked. Of course he had people he cared for, but never had he witnessed him get so protective over somebody.

And he never wants to again.

“U-understood, Your Highness.”

After clarification, Nagisa calmed down, his usual demeanor returning. “Good.”

Not under my watch will you be harmed by anyone.

Hiyori Tomoe - Valkyrie

Hiyori always enjoys the meetings with the Pretty 5- they were always endearing discussing new shops, fashion trends and such.

But he wasn’t sure whether to be happy or horrified when Mika brought a visitor.

“Guys, meet [name],” Mika patted your shoulder, and you waved your hand. Of course Arashi and Aira fell all over you, Tori bombarding you with questions, as Hiyori stood rooted in your position.

“He’s a new member of Valkyrie.”

No. That’s impossible.

“What?” Hiyori yelped quite loudly, catching the attention of the others. “[name]?!”

After seeing a familiar face, your expression brightened. “Hiyori-!”

“You came back but never bothered to see me first?” The male surged forward and shook you violently, causing Mika to panic. “Not only that, but not join Eden?! [name], what the hell happened to our promise?! You said you would come back for me!!”

“Hiyori-chan,” Arashi soothed the male, trying to pull you away from him. “Calm down. You’re worrying our poor guest.”

They were worried that he had unfortunately had fallen into a sour mood, but that didn’t seem to be the case. The idol was genuinely shocked.

“Hiyori, just let me explain,” You rushed out, afraid for another outburst. “I was anticipating greatly to see you and Nagisa once again, but I thought it would be quite rude to intervene such a tight group...”

“Isn’t Valkyrie a tight group?” Tori muttered under his breath.

“No, only me,” Hiyori corrected you, grabbing the sides of your face and pulling you closer to him, a pout evident on his face. “Only me, right?”

S-sure...

The male hmph-ed at your lack of response. “Fine, be like that. I apologize, Mika, but I will be stealing [name]. My condolences to Itsuki.”

“?!”

“You can do that?”

The other idols had to thoroughly convice Hiyori to at least take back that proposal, but they only succeeded in you not being forced away from Valkyrie. Thank god, Itsuki would have had an aneurysm. But you were still in his arms, no chance of running away.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t have you right on his side, just like Jun-kun. But during his free times... like hell he’s going to attach you to him like a brooch on his jacket. Yes, you are his most precious treasure in the world.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars fluff #ensemble stars fluff #enstars angst #ensemble stars angst #hiyori tomoe #nagisa ran #tsumugi aoba #hiyori tomoe x reader #eichi tenshouin #eichi tenoushin x reader #nagisa ran x reader #tsumugi aoba x reader

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sonofsallyjackson · 4 months

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I got to watch episode 4! Very happy with this episode as a whole even if not a huge fan of certain choices. Kept track of my reactions as I went in notes app and they’re below the cut.

I love baby Percy. However not a big fan of Sally in this scene. I get that she’s allowed to be frustrated but I don’t think she would hold the fact they paid for the lesson over Percy’s head.

Every time I hear forbidden kid all I can think of is CaffeinatedFlumadiddle’s Son of Sea Foam.

“I gotta earn it with you too” Damn I love them so much.

“It isn’t supposed to work that way.” I love baby Percy’s radicalization. You’re right you don’t deserve to be treated like that. “Pay your Child support” Percy has been here since the beginning.

“It’s everybody.“ oh poor baby Annabeth. I knew the backstory but framing it as her not being a gift hurt a lot.

HELL YEAH!!! PAN MENTION!!! I have been waiting for this since the season started. I’m an unproportionately excited about this.

The police officer scenes made me way too apprehensive. I’m so much more worried about them now given casting.

I am so confused by Echidnas earlier entrance. It feels less cinematic to meet her on the train versus the arch. There’s no element of surprise either. What was a cute moment of character growth as they visited somewhere Annabeth always wanted to go as they waited. It would be stupid to retreat to the Arch now.

“This has always been a family story” I want this overlaid on all the gifsets.

They’re really playing into the later themes where the demigods are monsters. Like I thought Percy really only starting to feel that way in Tartarus when faced with Bob. He might have felt bad about being a hero and trying to prove he was nothing like Hercules in TTC but it wasn’t an overarching demigods are the monsters mindset.

Really glad the Chimera didn’t appear as a service dog. Cute little puppy wandering down the corridor is perfect.

Oh so the Arch is a temple. I’m glad they have a reason to go there. I was worried they would go there despite being hunted.

Ugh I’m not a fan of how Athena blames Annabeth for the head.

Fuck Percy’s going to jump into the river thinking that he’s going to die. Sure he might pray but he won’t believe it.

Annabeth was going to sacrifice herself like Thalia. She wasn’t going to let a forbidden kid die for her again (and you know she was the one in best fighting shape)

The water grabbing him was so cool. I loved being able to see the concrete below him and then the water reached out for him. “He’s here and he’s so very proud” God I’m going to cry.

This tv show is very pro Poseidon. Like yeah it’s largely anti-gods but the comparison between Athena and Poseidon this episode had him way on top. Athena was essentially going to let her daughter be killed (which actually lines up with her treatment of Annabeth in MOA, just sending countless of her children to die on an impossible quest and treating it like an honor). Percy talks about not even wanting to pray to his dad and his dad saves him anyway. (Yes I realize last episode had the Medusa stuff but feel like that was less impactful after she tried to kill them.)

Really wish we had the reunion this episode but oh well guess I have to wait for next week.

#pjo tv spoilers #pjo disney plus #s1e4 #percy jackson

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"I'll do it, I swear I'm about to cut them! If you don't stop me now you'll have Lily Evans' dignity on your conscience," said one of the girls. One hand was firmly grabbing a pair of scissors and the other held a chunk of red hair in front of her face.

"If you don't hurry and cut your damn bangs it will not just be your dignity on my conscience. Marlene please get the scissors and do it for her."

"No no no. You know I panic every time I have to do someone else's hair. Just use a spell. Maggonagal will never know," Marlene whined in response to Mary’s plea.

Lily looked at her sternly, "I can't I'm a prefect. I have to set the example."

"Come on, Drop It! Even you know she was wrong for making that stupid rule."

"I mean It's kind of cruel of her, but after the tenth girl who came crying in her class because she cursed herself with electric blue hair she needed to do something," Mary shrugged, earning Lily's approval.

"She should have taught us how to do the spell properly instead,” Marlene lamented, “Come on Lily just use magic."

"No, told you I'm a prefect."

"Then don't cut your bang."

“You're right, I won’t" she said putting her scissors down.

Silence fell in the bathroom.

"But I think I would look so good with it!” she cried taking the scissors in her hand again, “I need to do it!"

"You're right. It would totally enhance your cheekbones," Mary encouraged her.

"Ok ok I'll do it," LiIy said taking a big breath before taking a bit of hair between her fingers,

"Three, two, one…"

Chop, chop.

Red hair fell on the floor of the bathroom of a Hogwarts female dormitory. Gryffindors was indeed the house of the brave.

<<<

The morning after Lily Evans' hair became a main topic for the Witches of Gryffindor. Some were speculating about the always-perfect girl breaking the rules, others after asking and receiving a panicked denial from the prefect herself, were complimenting the good skill of Lily which apparently weren’t limited to spells.

“Mckinnon, you’re Evans’ roommate right?” a fifth-year girl asked.

Marlene stopped walking to look at the girl, “Yes, why?”

“It’s true she cut her bangs by herself?”

“Yeah, she needed a change,” Marlene responded, making an air quote gesture while saying change.

The other witch nodded as if understanding the serious matter, “Can you ask her if she can cut mine too?”

“What?”

“I’ll pay her.”

“What?”

“Mcgonnagal really did a number on us with that rule. They say she can understand if you used magic on your hair even if you didn’t make noticeable mistakes.”

“Why don’t you cut them yourself for free?”

“I’ve never cut it myself, I always used a spell. Unlike your friend who is muggle-born I’d never seen someone do it either, we use spells in the magic world not scissors. I don’t have any idea on how to use them,” she then grabbed a strand of uneven hair from her back and showed it to the other girl embarrassed, “and I’ve tried.”

Marlene pondered for a moment, Lily almost had a stroke while cutting her own, she’ll never touch someone else's. “How much you said you’re willing to pay?”

“One Galleon.”

“Deal.”

<<<

“I will not do it!”

“Come on, please.”

“No.”

“Do it!”

“I said no!”

“Don’t be difficult, Lily.”

“Difficult? I’m difficult you say?” Lily dared Marlene to answer.

“Yes! Just chop some hair off that girl and buy yourself something.”

Mary who had been silently reading on her bed chuckled, “Wrong answer Marls,” she said as Lily’s face turned red in anger.

“You do it then If It’s so easy.”

Malene sighed, “I would if I was able!”

“Oh stop. You cut and even dye your hair blonde every time.”

Marlene stuffed both her hands in her blonde locks with a hint of madness, “Look at them. They’re a mess. They work for me because uneven bangs and badly dyed hair are my style but Katie Woods didn’t ask for the Mckinnon special! She purposefully demanded for that Prefect neat cut of yours!”

Lily’s eyes now matched Marlene’s tone of despair. She dropped theatrically to the floor, “Ok, I’ll do it,” she mumbled.

Mary closed her magazine with a puff and landed gracefully near Lily on the cold pavement, “You’ll do great. Every girl complimented your bangs today at divination.”

Marlene joined them, crouching on her knee in front of Lily, “Yes, they said you look like Jane Birkin.”

Lily pushed her slightly making Marlene fall on her butt and Mary laugh.

“Shut up,” she snorted, “No need to flatter me. I already said yes.”

Marlene smiled at her and laid fully on the floor, “Great, 'cause I already took her money.”

A week later talks of a secret hairdresser in the Gryffindor female dormitory started to spread among the desperate witches in need of a change. Just one Galleon for a haircut. For information ask Marlene Mckinnon.

#marauders valkyries #marauders #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #the valkyries #marauders era #my writing

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pumpkincentaur · 2 years

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WIP INTRODUCTION: THE LADY DRESSED IN BLOOD

In the Alabaster Imperium, all those cursed with magic are property of the Emperor.

They are his soldiers, his servants, his stalwart tools of reign and rule.

But a storm brews beneath the Pale Throne, and the scales have just been tipped.

An orphan raised in a remote mountain village on the borders of the formidable Alabaster Imperium, Sevka was born with the uncanny ability to mold the flesh and bone of living things. But this power is no gift—Sevka is an Astara, or star-witch, cursed by the actions of a being that left the world long ago. By imperial decree, she should be the Emperor’s personal property. By religious doctrine, her tainted soul will vanish into nothingness the moment she dies instead of returning to the stars. But a curse laid by her mother—an Astara herself— before her death prevents Sevka from leaving the mountains, so she hides under the guise of a mundane healer, keeping her secret lest the people of her village kill her for it.

The Gods do not love the star-witches, after all, and neither do their people.

When a military incursion from across the border destroys Sevka’s village and forces her to reveal the true nature of her abilities in order to survive, she’s discovered by another Astara and the imperial military and taken to the Snow Palace, where the Imperium’s most powerful Astari live at the Emperor’s whim. There, she is taught to embrace her power as a gift... but a gilded cage is still a cage, and the luxuries of the palace cannot hide the Emperor’s intent to use his Astari as weapons in his fight to expand the Imperium across the world and back again.

Caught between her status as one of the most powerful Astari the world has ever seen, and the dire warnings of the bastard prince who serves beside her as the realm’s foremost living weapon, Sevka must choose a side. A bloodstained life of luxury earned through unquestioning obeisance, or an even bloodier path to freedom that will tear everything she knows asunder?

Whatever Sevka chooses, the world will pay the price. It always does, doesn’t it? That’s how the story always goes.

WIP INFORMATION

Genre: dark fantasy/romance

Series or Standalone: book 1 of 3 in the Fleshwitch trilogy

Expected Word Count: 120,000ish upon completion

WIP Page: here (also linked in the title above)

WIP Tag: #ldb

More information under the cut. If you’d like to be added to the taglist for The Lady Dressed in Blood, please let me know, either by responding to this post or sending me an ask!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS, BABE E!!!!!!!!

Yes, it is I, your number one hyperactive knucklehead writeblr, with yet another WIP. I promise I’m serious about this one... like, for real. It’s something special, I think.

“But Delaney, what about UHT????” UHT still exists, it’s not gone from the blog, as you can see. It’s just... taking a nap. I’ve really been through it this year and took a good hard look at UHT, and in doing so I realized that it’s not the WIP I should be working on right now. It needs some serious work on a conceptual level that probably requires a bit more experience on my end, and so LDB is here to fill the gap.

And, God, I LOVE this project. It’s a love letter to tragic literature as well as what many supposedly-YA romances could be (THIS IS NOT YA. I REPEAT LDB IS NOT YA). It’s a treatise on the way stories work and the way telling a story is really just committing a murder and dragging the corpses around on a stage. It’s a promise of so much more to come, and a small, small piece of a very big world. It’s not the first step, but the next step, and we all know that the next step is the most important one a man can take...

But, this is my project for NaNoWriMo 2022!! It is here and oh boy I hope y’all are ready for it.

TRIGGER WARNING: It kind of says it on the tin, but, uh, the main protagonist of this series is pretty much a fleshbender. This is a dark fantasy project, and it’s going to have some triggering stuff in it. Said stuff includes: body horror, blood, gore, murder, death, manipulation, emotional and physical abuse, imperialism, war, and more. There will also be NSFW scenes that proooobably aren’t going to make it to Tumblr, but I’m undecided on that as of yet. As per usual, I’m not going to let anybody go into engaging with this project without warning them about the big stuff first. Any triggering or NSFW content relating to this project will of course be tagged appropriately.

#writeblr #writblr #writers on tumblr #novels on tumblr #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2022 #nano 2022 #original fiction #blood //#ldb #myedits #aw shit here we go again

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omega-tech · 5 months

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my thought's on physical media being lost

As most of ya know. Most major retail stores will most likely not be selling any dvd/blu-ray format anymore after the saga strike happens. Meaning there will be no more physical media. As streaming is our new way to view media of movies and shows. Owning them will no longer be a thing. I, for one, am a collector of movies and retro video’s games. I collect from nostalgia feelings to having a rare item on my shelf. I have been collecting movies ever since I owned a vcr/dvd player back in 2001. I used to buy used dvds for a dollar at my local goodwill to a dvd store. As when blu-ray came, i started to collect and buy those too. Some movies that were on vhs tapes that never got released on dvd but blu-ray release for limited copies.

It saddened me and the people who collect them are now going to back up or hunt the movies they wanna have before people take up what remains physical of dvd/blu-ray movies. So when that stops, the clearance of those dollars to five dollars dvd/blu-ray goes back up to twenty dollars or more. It will be hard to own some of those movies and tv shows we all love.

As of now I've been buying a lot of movies and backing them up in my linux htpc that i used to stream my own movies of dvd-480p/720p format to blu-ray/4k hdr. And I just got a 8tb drive which will soon fill my collection of blu-ray/4k hdr movies. Which led to more hard drives to back my movie collection. I fear that soon physical movies will be a collection hobby and we will see those movies that most people don’t care about on a dvd platfoam, to a high price item just like retro video games.

Which brings me to this subject. Piracy! I don’t like to say it but in the past, movies and shows have been piracy online for almost twenty six years now since the internet was widely used. And don’t get me wrong, yes those studio’s will never re-release some movies unless they’re going to overprice that physical blu-ray over $60. And that comes only the movie and steel book case with no extra features. And when movies stop being released, they’ll soon be lost. That is why piracy will be a thing again for lost media.

I think I know why the studio’s are doing this, royalty! Meaning no pay out to the writers, actors, directors etc. which will lead to more issues when those people don’t get paid because the studios just refuse to release those physical media which is a good profit gain. And is also a lead to another issue, licenses. In all, after this strike happened from the stop use of A.I. technology and pay writers of the pay they show are earning. This is a reason to say from the studio “ok we will agree on these terms and don’t use A.I. but we will not be selling physical media which we know ya make money on”. So these studio’s will be banking on streaming then sales of physical media. That's just my thoughts.

In all, I don't like streaming because I don't feel like I own the movie but rather I rent it. And if i am going to do that, i rather have blockbuster or hollywood video’s to be back then streaming it. I wanna see those extra features like bloopers, deleted scenes or interviews of the director and actors that streaming platforms don’t have. Also I don't have to worry about the movie being cut out due to low internet speeds or the image getting clean for one second and then getting a digital grain scale like it glitching out when you didn’t seat the nintendo cart right in the console. But all, if you love physical media then you better start buying and collecting now before it is all gone, just like vhs tapes.

That is my thought on physical media.

#dvd collection #blu ray #physical media

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omg no i pretty much cut myself off from family too but when I was 23, i can't imagine bring an orphan obvious there must be so much pain there and it's very different. But I think even tiny things like I hung out with a friend and her mum bought her lunch. or like family giving leftovers. Having someone to drjve you somewhere. Being alone somewhere late at night and not having a 'last resort' for someone to call. Every doctors office asks for an emergency contact and I put down a friend I have i asked her and she let me luckily. But it still feels very tentative. Also having ppl who've known u since birth and feeling safe abd stable with them and having them know your quirks and yoru personality. Having little things in common and missing those moments together. Jesus like the stability of a job or having choices and options even in a small way. even having family connections that can help you even if its just a friend of a friend knowing someone at a place that's hiring. Or having someone older and experienced who will vouch for you. Having ppl who can help with moving who can even things like. Giving you old furniture or random stuff if ur like 'Damn I don't have x thibg.'and theyre likd 'Oh we have an old... sewing machibe/some old plates/an old wardrobe they can give you. Like... or even not having room for smth and veing able to leave it with them. Like u gotta be able to take care of everything you own. And not having anyone or anything to fall back on. It's terrifying. Even stuff like family history and information bc u wanna know what u were like as a kid. Or to get a diagnosis. Or some kids book or old thing u wanna remember. And u can't just go ask them. All of that memory and information is just. Gone or inaccessible to you. And it's really lonely. ❤❤❤

Yes I 100% with every single thing you said yes yes yes and we both know there are a million other things too. One thing I thought of reading this is not being able to have someone to co-sign a loan with you or sign as your guarantor if you want to rent an apartment and you don’t earn whatever they’re random minimum is (even though you earn enough to more than pay rent).

I’m really sorry you’re experiencing this. It sucks and it is super lonely agreed. And just like….. no one understands. And yes get triggered when my friends say or I see small things like they have food at their house from their mom. Also ya just constantly have to justify and explain why life is so hard without a family. Also people who have families but are like I’m pretty self sufficient and brag about how independent they are and I’m like you get all these perks you don’t realize. Lol one time this girl was saying that if her kids are eighteen when she dies she won’t leave them any money even if she has it because she was self sufficient at that age (she wasn’t lol). I hate all those people who are like you don’t need a family past 18 and I’m like tell me you have a family without telling me you have a family.

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calyssmarviss · 2 years

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Spoilers for Obi-Wan Kenobi part I

Ok let’s go

Yeah, let’s put in a recap just in case the Prequel Trilogy doesn’t haunt you

“Anakin Skywalker, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi,”

featured in “the top ten sentences that break my heart”

So Hayden being hyped for this was just preparing me for how this is All About Anakin Again

God they were both so hot in RotS

Pun non intended for once

HAAAAA LETS GO

show Order 66 as many time as possible challenge

Yeah those kids are dead

Bye kids

SAND TITLE CARD you’re so sexy

Wait i have a great idea: every opening should be another Order 66 scene i want to see all over that Temple as it falls down

SPACE SHIP SHADOW my beloved

Idk why space ships, especially big ones, make me incredibly excited and a not insignificant part of why I’m a fan of this franchise comes from the fuck you big ships it has. Yes i did like the Last Jedi a lot. ‘cause it had the biggest ship.

Inquisitor Squad! I spent like 2 hours earning them all in GoH a couple weeks ago now I’m gonna see if their attacks are accurate lmao

Another reason why I’m a fan of star wars is that the villains know how to dress

Yeah my dudes, you get why the dark side is fun

“You know who we are.”

“Yeah bro, you’re all dressed like an evil elite force and not the ones wearing red.”

Hehehehe evil monologue let’s go

LOL

THIS FIXATION WITH KENOBI WELCOME TO THE CLUB THIRD SISTER

What is that.

I don’t wanna say Krayt because i don’t know much about them besides that they’re dragons on tatooine and at least some of them are black but Krayt? 👀 (please it’s important to me because of themes)

ARE THEY PROCESSING IT

That meat looks good tho

HE’S HERE

HELLO THERE

OH I MISSED YOU SO

you look good with a knife ngl

scratch that he just looks good in general oh my god i need to find a pirate version of this i want to take all the screenshots

The Obi-Wan Show Episode1: Obi-Wan starts an union

Meat Wars reborn but this time it’s Meat Workers War

No i not will elaborate, know your crack

He’s so beautiful i missed him so much i wanna die

@forcearama i know your pain

SAD MAN IN A CAVE TIME

SMELLY MAN IN A CAVE 😂

Jawas are the best actually. Love how they talk.

They sound like sped up anime characters

“I’ve heard the Jedi are all but extinct.

Courtesy of my best friend.”

Anakin is so bad for business.

Welcome to the stinky wizard club Obes.

He’s still dreaming about him 10 years later no one touches me.

*makes miserable noise at Anakin laughing in the speeder and then the i hate you*

LISTEN

I KNOW ALL THAT ALREADY

WHY IS IT HITTING ME SO HARD

Part of me is like “answer the phone Qui-Gon” the other is like “no that’s good i don’t want to see him anyway and also Obi-Wan needs to be alone and miserable because i love angst”.

Baby Luke!

Oh that’s hitting him hard

*claps gleefully* yes more pain

It’s like he’s paying for child maintenance after his divorce

Oooooh he called him master of course he knew him everyone knew him

“You were once a great Jedi”

Yeah 😭

Is that Alderaan?

Yes!

Tiny Leia!

“Try to not make anyone cry”

lmao that’s daddy Vader’s girl

And that is Anakin and Padmé’s girl <3

Do they have binary classes or did she just learn to interpret by having a droid around from a young age

I’ve got to read up on that it’s important for fanfic reasons

Leia and Lola

Don’t give promises you can’t keep babygirl

You know when we used to talk about a Kenobi movie all i wanted from it was seeing Obi-Wan be sad in the desert and today I’m being finally fed.

Owen vs Ben

“Like you trained his father? Anakin is dead, Ben. I won’t let you make the same mistake twice.”

Might as well stab him in the heart it would hurt less.

Cut off hand count: 1

Is Reva’s Force sense tingling?

Hate to break it to you Reva but Owen’s not dying for nine more years.

Today in Everyone Hates Tatooine

Today in Everyone Wants Obi-Wan

What did he do to her lol

“What I’m owed.”

Like what? Revenge? (Cause her name is Reva) Loads of credits? A promotion? Darth Vader’s attention?

“I didn’t do it for you.”

I knew you would say that you dumb fucking farmer (affectionate) guess what he was probably not saying thank you for himself either

“I didn’t come here to end slavery”,

said most people in Star Wars.

“Then i guess i don’t need manners when I’m talking to you” nice burn.

“You’re not even a real Organa” nah she’s a Skywalker, which is worse

She’s reading your mind cuz

“You have to rise above Leia”

wait til the third trilogy she’ll rise alright

She’s so dramatic i love her

I wonder if her cousin gets blown up with the planet

See, promises she can’t keep

“I know who she’s like”

me too

Bounty hunters?

Who you gonna call?

He’s our only hoe after all 😌

“I’m not who i used to be”

why, because you lost your sparring partner?

Great now i have to go and look up the travel time between Alderaan and Tatooine to know how long it takes for Bail to arrive

Yeah it’s something like 4 days give or take

“You couldn’t save Anakin”

here’s your daily reminder

“There is no one i trust more with my child than you”

hey that’s a sentence I’m sensitive about

Funny how it doesn’t hit the same at all tho 🙃

Ewan has really pretty eyes

A whole army no but I’ll do you one better

Is he

IS HE

digging for his lightsaber?

Did he find it by pinging the kyber?

Oh man i keep pausing on shots of Ewan looking hot that’s not good for my psyche

I’m going to have so much fun drawing him in something else than beige.

I mean come on he has LEATHER GLOVES i love drawing that shit

Ah shit no he was digging for his Jedi robes i hate this show

Bro do you actually wanna get arrested

They really do be hunting themselves

#well those were two intense hours #calyss watches star wars #the obi wan show #obi wan kenobi #star wars spoilers #obikin #(written with goggles on)#my god i still have a whole episode available to watch #sorry for pinging you for this forcearama but i want you to know your not alone in your suffering

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musicprincess655 · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43549263

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ダイヤのA | Daiya no A | Ace of Diamond Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Okumura Koushuu/Seto Takuma Summary:

Koushuu expects to have Taku forever. What happens when he might lose him?

“First practice game of the year,” Taku says, arms in the air and grin on his face. Koushuu follows him at a slower pace to the field, even if he’s just as excited.

Excited. For a game. He’s gone soft.

“It’s early this year,” Koushuu says. “It’s barely April.”

“Quit complaining, you’d go crazy if you had to wait any longer,” Taku shoves his shoulder. “Hope you haven’t slacked off during break. Coach’ll make us run laps ‘til we puke if we lose because we don’t have stamina.”

“That’s because this team is full of musclehead idiots and he knows it.”

“That’s a very mean thing to say about Masashi.”

“You two are the worst,” comes a complaint from behind them. Yui kicks them both in the ankle as he comes to stand in between them. “Could you behave for like, a month before you start scaring off the first years?”

“This is when you want them scared,” Taku says. “How else do you expect to get them to listen to you?”

“I can’t believe anyone thinks you’re the nice one.”

“Incredibly, he’s still the nice one if you’re talking about him and Kou-chan,” Kuki cuts in. “I mean, Taku-chan is just sassy. Kou-chan wants people dead.”

“And those first year pitchers will learn that quickly if they know what’s good for them,” Koushuu agrees.

So he doesn’t really want the first years to fear him. Much. It’s good for efficiency in small doses but terrible if they’re so scared they can’t be around him. He learned that with Asada first year and he thinks he’s learned balance well over the years.

They’re about to see how right he is.

Luckily, this first match is just for returning players. Most of the first years can’t even keep their three bowls of rice down yet, let alone make it through a whole match. Not that Koushuu is great at eating, either, but he and Asada have come to enjoy their little slowpoke squad.

There’s still a lingering bite of winter in the air, no matter that it’s already April, and Koushuu is grateful for it. No reason to start overheating just yet. They’ll have the whole summer for that.

The match is nothing special. It’s the first match of the year, which means they’re getting their feet under them again, learning to play without starters they relied on, and so are their opponents. Yui plays the first half of the game, and Koushuu is switched in from the sixth inning on. They win, but not in any kind of brilliant way, which is why Koushuu is so surprised that a scout wants to talk to him when they’re done.

He's walking off the field, pushing sweat-slick hair out of his face, already beelining for Kuki because what the fuck did you throw in that last inning I will earn my reputation if I see you do that again when he hears his name.

“Okumura-kun?”

The voice belongs to a man no taller than him, thin as a rail and glasses perched on his face. Koushuu looks in the direction of the dugout, but no one is paying him any attention. Looks like he’s on his own to try and behave for the next five minutes.

“Yes?” he answers.

“I’m Tanaka from Hosei University,” the man says. “I’m wondering what your plans are after high school.”

“Isn’t it a little early for scouts?” Koushuu asks, and immediately winces internally. He’s already fucking up this plan to behave.

“It is,” Tanaka agrees. “It’s getting competitive out here for us scouts. Universities are searching earlier and earlier, and the professional league is starting to take kids straight from high school. We have to get in early if we want someone.”

“And you want me?”

Hosei is a member of the Tokyo Big6 league. They’re one of the most competitive schools in the country. This scout is trying to recruit Koushuu this early?

“Both of our main catchers are going to age out soon,” Tanaka says. “We want someone in now who can replace them in a few years. Our coach prefers catchers with your style. Smart, cautious, soft touch, but not afraid to make big plays.”

“Thank you,” Koushuu says, even though Tanaka said it less like a compliment and more like a statement of fact.

“Just keep us in mind when you’re making your decision,” Tanaka says. “Hosei is interested.”

Koushuu walks away in a bit of a daze. He’d received a few overtures from scouts last year, but nobody had indicated such blatant interest before. He’s still turning Tanaka’s words over in his head when Taku gets to him.

“Who was that?” he asks.

“Scout,” Koushuu tells him. “He’s from Hosei.”

“Oooo, now you’re attracting attention from schools like Hosei,” Taku says, happiness splitting his face in two. “You’ll have to study hard to keep up.”

Koushuu feels his chest go cold. If he’d have to study hard to keep up with a baseball scholarship, how hard would Taku have to study to get in?

Pretty damn hard, he finds as he looks it up later that night. It has one of the hardest entrance exams in the country. Even for a private school, it’s difficult.

Taku isn’t dumb by any means. He’s certainly always done better than Koushuu in school, although that has more to do with Koushuu’s lack of ability to prioritize. Well. Koushuu can prioritize just fine. He’s just never picked school.

Still, this would be a stretch for Taku. Out of curiosity, Koushuu clicks around to other universities in the Big6, just to see what the others are like. Todai is difficult, Rikkyo is difficult, Meiji is definitely difficult.

Then Koushuu clicks on Waseda.

He physically winces when he checks the stats for admission into Waseda. If he thought the others were rough, he should’ve been living in fear of Waseda. It’s not arguably the best school in the country for nothing, and the difficulty of getting in proves it. Hosei is just popular. Waseda is insurmountable.

It’s not impossible that Taku could get into Waseda or any of the other Big6 on a baseball scholarship, is it? He’s fast, and he’s clever, and he has a higher batting average than most boys on the team. He can light up the field when he wants to, and surely someone at these prestigious universities has the good sense to see it?

Just sometimes isn’t good enough, though. Taku needs to be the best of the best to be assured of a scholarship, needs to shine every single time a scout so much as breathes in his general direction. Koushuu, even with the ferocious loyalty he feels for his best friend, knows better than to claim that’s true of Taku now.

And it’s very humbling, all of a sudden, to realize that Koushuu has no idea how to help. It’s not that he doesn’t understand what a second baseman does – he’s not that bad a friend, he listens when Taku talks – but he has no idea what makes a second baseman great, how to make a second baseman better. Taku is, in his less-than-unbiased opinion, the best second baseman on the team now, so there’s no one else he can ask, and he doesn’t want to bring this to the coach if he can help it. Koushuu has a lot of freedom to do as he pleases as vice-captain, but blatant favoritism probably isn’t such a good idea, especially for a position he’s not supposed to be that interested in.

There is someone Koushuu thinks could help him out, but they’ve never been that close, and Koushuu doesn’t have any contact information to follow through on this idea. Fortunately – or unfortunately, depending on which angle Koushuu looks at it – the degrees of separation in his life are basically nonexistent.

Koushuu dithers on the subject for a full two weeks before he finally caves and calls a number he very begrudgingly saved in his phone two years ago before he can chicken out.

“Hello?” Miyuki Kazuya’s voice comes through the line. “Is this really Okumura? The same Okumura who swore I would never lay eyes on him again except across the field?”

Koushuu almost hangs up instantly.

“Hello, senpai,” he says, as politely as possible. He’s calling to ask for a favor. He can’t be rude before he gets what he wants. “I need some help.”

“New pitchers giving you trouble?” Miyuki asks, just a hint of a smirk in his voice. Koushuu has gotten better at not seeing things that aren’t there over the years, and while Miyuki is still a shit, Koushuu has to acknowledge that he’s probably not trying to be condescending. “I figured you would’ve had them handled by summer. Did something change?”

“Actually, it’s not about the pitchers,” Koushuu says. “I need Kominato Haruichi’s number.”

There’s a full thirty seconds of silence, so long that Koushuu pulls the phone away from his ear to check that the call hasn’t been dropped.

“Kominato…Haruichi?” Miyuki repeats.

“I would also take Kominato Ryousuke, actually,” Koushuu says, suddenly remembering they both played second baseman.

Haruichi is his first choice, of course. They actually played together, and Haruichi is still playing while Ryousuke dropped baseball as soon as high school ended. In fairness, though, that might have more to do with Ryousuke wanting to do something other than baseball.

Maybe Koushuu doesn’t want to talk to him after all.

“Wow, you really do still have balls of steel,” Miyuki says. “I’ll admit, you have me intrigued. Why do you want to talk to Haruichi?”

“None of your business,” Koushuu snaps before he can stop himself, and then he sighs. “I want his help for training a second baseman.”

“You’ve never had any interest in them before,” Miyuki says. “What first year is so special?”

“He’s not a first year.”

Miyuki goes silent again. Did he always do this? Maybe he was just so intense in person Koushuu never noticed. Miyuki didn’t make eye contact often, but when he did, you paid attention.

“Is something wrong with Seto?” Miyuki asks. Koushuu doesn’t bother asking how Miyuki figured it out.

“He’s not good enough to guarantee a baseball scholarship to a university and I want to help,” Koushuu says.

“Mm,” Miyuki hums, which Koushuu finds both unhelpful and annoying. “Ei, gimme your phone.”

“Why?” Sawamura’s voice is loud enough to travel through the phone to Koushuu.

“Need a number,” Miyuki says. He goes silent for another beat. “Okay, here’s Haruichi’s number.”

Koushuu scrambles for a pen to write while Miyuki starts listing off digits.

“Why were you with Sawamura, anyway?” he asks, not quite ready to say thank you yet.

“We go to the same university and we’re on the same baseball team. Sometimes we see each other,” Miyuki says.

It’s an innocent enough explanation, but Miyuki’s voice has just enough of an edge that Koushuu doesn’t think it’s the whole truth. Still, Miyuki has given him what he wants with minimal pain, so Koushuu lets it slide.

“Thanks, senpai,” Koushuu says, only a little grudging.

“Hey, you should be careful,” Miyuki says. “Catchers are already known for having control issues, but you and I both have the capacity to be particularly bad. Most people don’t appreciate it if you take it too far.”

“I’m not being controlling,” Koushuu snaps. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I know,” Miyuki says. “Just make sure he actually wants your help.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Alright, alright,” Miyuki says. “Good luck, brat.”

Koushuu stares at his phone, Miyuki’s number glaring from his recent calls screen. That had sounded…fond? Koushuu is struck with the realization that Miyuki might, in his strange Miyuki way, actually like Koushuu. Which is…weird, and would have maybe been nice a few years ago when Koushuu decided he was done having a weird crush on Miyuki and that he’d take the knowledge of it to the grave.

He’s on a roll, though, so he dials Haruichi while he’s still got enough nerve left to make phone calls.

“Hello?” Haruichi’s voice is wary but not rude. Koushuu steels himself. He and Haruichi weren’t exactly close, but Haruichi was always kind to him the few times they spoke.

“Kominato-senpai? This is Okumura Koushuu,” Koushuu says. He resists the urge to add from Seidou because Haruichi definitely already knows.

“Oh! Okumura-kun,” Haruichi says, voice softening into something warmer. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m trying to help a second baseman get good enough to attract college scout attention,” Koushuu says.

“Is this about Seto-kun?” Haruichi asks.

Koushuu tries not to feel a kind of way about multiple people realizing he’s calling about Taku. He cares deeply about five to ten people total, depending on how they’re counted, and only one of them plays second baseman.

“He’s good, but scouts only take players that wow them,” Koushuu says.

“That’s true,” Haruichi says. “I can offer some general tips, but I haven’t been able to come back in a while, so I don’t really know how Seto-kun plays right now. If you email me some recent tapes, I can give you better advice.”

“I can, that would be perfect, thank you,” Koushuu says, writing down Haruichi’s email and already mentally picking clips to send, a mix of Taku’s shining moments and his mistakes.

“I’m a little surprised you’re the one calling me instead of him,” Haruichi says.

Right. Because Taku is the social butterfly, and Koushuu is the goblin introvert Taku somehow trained to behave like a person.

“I just want to help him,” Koushuu says. “I’ll send you those clips as soon as I can.”

“No rush,” Haruichi says. “If you want my advice, I think if you focus on getting as far as you can this summer, the scouts will come.”

“Thanks, senpai,” Koushuu says.

They exchange a few more pleasantries before hanging up, and Koushuu mentally replaces Miyuki with Haruichi in his hierarchy of People to Call if Shit Hits The Fan. He’s significantly more helpful than Miyuki ever was and didn’t even ask for anything in return.

If he was a catcher or pitcher, he might have even been perfect.

One sleepless night of combing through every tape available again and again, Koushuu has the perfect compilation to send to Haruichi. It highlights both Taku’s brilliance, the glimpses of genius hidden in someone who would otherwise be just a pretty good second baseman, and also mistakes, errors, places for improvement. At least, Koushuu thinks so. Haruichi will have a better idea.

It's just a little over fifteen minutes long, and Koushuu doesn’t examine too deeply how that makes him feel, that everything Taku is on the field can be boiled down to less than half an hour.

He’s sure the same could be said of him, if he were in the same situation.

Practice on a sleepless night is brutal, but it’s hardly the first Koushuu has ever done. He’s a little sluggish on his runs, sure, but that’s sometimes true of him on days where he gets a perfect amount of sleep. His batchmates don’t miss the opportunity to give him hell for it, though.

“Hey, Kou-chan!” Kuki jeers, hooking his arm over Koushuu’s shoulders. Koushuu doesn’t even have the energy or the heart to push him off. He knows he’s gone soft since first year, but he usually tries not to be this soft in public. “What’s got you losing sleep?”

“Probably overachieving on analyzing games like always,” Yui teases, but Koushuu doesn’t miss the hint of gratitude in his voice. And maybe Koushuu feels a little guilty, because Yui relies on him for that more than either of them admit, and Koushuu does not deserve to accept the credit.

“Overanalyzing what exactly?” Kuki asks. “We haven’t had a practice match in over two weeks. You can’t possibly still be going over that.”

“I wasn’t going over a match,” Koushuu says.

“You don’t expect me to believe you were up late studying?” Taku says, shit-eating grin growing. “How are you gonna fail your exams at this rate?”

“That was one time, Taku,” Koushuu growls. He’s still a tiny bit embarrassed about it, and Taku knows this, which means this is about as much shit as he’ll have to take.

“Maybe he’s just thinking about some girl,” Kuki suggests, and that makes the smile slide right off Taku’s face.

Koushuu maybe takes a mean little bit of joy in that and refuses to examine it deeper.

Short attention spans that they have, though, the attention isn’t on Koushuu for very much longer until they find something else to focus on (read: the pretty first year manager who’s still to shy to speak to anyone who isn’t Anna or Akane). Taku stays quieter throughout dinner, which for once suits Koushuu just fine, because he kind of blew all his concentration on practice and his brain feels like TV static.

“You’re not really staying up late thinking about some girl, are you?” Taku asks as they walk back from the bath. Koushuu twists to try and see Taku’s expression, because his voice is offering absolutely nothing. “You already stay up too late thinking about baseball. How will you ever get any sleep?”

“So you’re allowed to get a girlfriend and I’m not?” Koushuu asks.

Taku had dated a girl last year, a pretty little thing half his size named Momoko. She had straight black hair and the tiniest waist Koushuu had ever seen, coupled with a gentle, soft-spoken voice and shy demeanor. She was, in every way, the perfect girlfriend, and Koushuu hated her guts for reasons he’s never tried to voice but that look a lot like jealously.

He was so relieved when Taku broke up with her because he felt bad for devoting all his time to baseball.

“That’s not what I said,” Taku protests. “I just wanna know. If you got a girlfriend, I’d be happy for you.”

It’s not the whole truth, and Koushuu’s stomach twists weirdly. This isn’t how his relationship with Taku has ever worked. They don’t keep secrets from each other. But here he is, hiding his conversation with Haruichi from Taku, and he’s pretty sure Taku’s hiding something too, but he has no idea what it could be.

“It’s not about a girl,” Koushuu says. “I just got caught up doing something, you know how I get.”

Not a lie, but also not the whole truth. He thinks Taku knows it.

“Then get plenty of rest tonight,” Taku says, slowing as they approach Koushuu’s room. “If you’re as dead tomorrow as you were today, Coach might actually kill you.”

Koushuu shudders, because Kataoka is many things, but merciful is not one.

“Goodnight,” Taku says softly after Koushuu is already inside.

“Night,” Koushuu says.

He expects to spend a few hours obsessively checking his phone for a reply from Haruichi, but he must already be getting too old to pull all-nighters, because he passes out the second his head hits the pillow. It doesn’t matter, anyway, because Haruichi doesn’t get back to him for a few days, long enough that Koushuu starts to worry Haruichi is leaving him hanging, but it turns out Haruichi was just taking his time to do it right.

He sends Koushuu back an essay of notes – like, seriously, Koushuu doesn’t even write this much for school assignments when it’s actually required – and caps it off with a phone call.

“I have more specific advice in there, but basically, it boils down to polishing technique,” Haruichi says. “Seto-kun is fast, and he’s very good at knowing when to steal bases, so clearly he knows how to work on technique. His biggest weakness, at least in the clips you sent me, is what he does after he gets to the ball.”

“How do you mean?” Koushuu asks.

“So one of the biggest mistakes second basemen make is hesitating too long to throw the ball after they get to it,” Haruichi says. “It’s fast-paced, there’s not really time to think. Seto-kun has the opposite problem. It’s almost like he moves too fast for his brain to catch up, and by the time it does, he’s already thrown wide or made a bad choice. Not always, but it’s what’s holding him back the most.”

“How do you fix that?” Koushuu asks.

“Drill it,” Haruichi says. “Fielding drills, over and over and over until it’s muscle memory. At that point, you can think while you’re running, and the muscle memory takes over.”

“Makes sense,” Koushuu says. Doesn’t help him, though, because he’s pretty sure he can’t just drag Taku out for fielding practice.

“He could also stand to think about his starting position more,” Haruichi continues. “If you know what the pitcher’s gonna throw, you can predict where the ball will probably go. Does Seto-kun know all your signs?”

Koushuu breathes a loud sigh of relief, because this, this he can work with.

“I’ll ask him about it,” Koushuu says. “Maybe get him to sit on a few of my training sessions with the first years for practice. Or Asada, maybe, get some practice with a batter standing in.”

“That’ll help,” Haruichi says. “You can call me again if you have any follow-up questions, too. This wasn’t a one-off.”

“Really?” Haruichi has always been kind, but this is still more kindness than Koushuu expected. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“Truth be told, I feel kinda bad about not coming back to help,” Haruichi admits. “Eijun-kun is really excited about the team you’re building this year, Furuya-kun thinks you have a real shot at Koshien again, and almost all my other batchmates have come back as well.”

“It’s a longer distance for you, though, right?” Koushuu offers awkwardly.

Unlike Miyuki and Sawamura, who are gearing up to take the Big6 by storm, Haruichi had been recruited by a professional team directly from high school. Furuya had as well, but he’s still in the Tokyo area and had come at the beginning of spring to offer what words of wisdom he had – more than Koushuu expected, if he’s being fair, even if that all went out the window as soon as Sawamura showed up.

Haruichi, though, is all the way in Fukuoka, and between what must be a grueling training regimen and a long train ride, he hasn’t come to visit, the only one of his generation that hasn’t.

“It is, but I still…I owe a lot to that team, and Coach Kataoka,” Haruichi says. “I’ll definitely find a way to come cheer you on for Koshien, so make sure you have something to show me.”

“I will,” Koushuu promises. “Thank you for your help, senpai.”

“Good luck,” Haruichi says.

Well. That’s an actionable goal, and Koushuu has always functioned best when he knows what he needs to do. He’ll talk to Taku tomorrow about learning signs, and they’ll go from there.

Koushuu is early to breakfast, mind racing too fast to oversleep. He’s been turning over in his mind what the best approach would be. This is a subject that, for all their years of friendship, requires a bit of subtlety, which is why the second Taku walks into the room, Koushuu is immediately in his face.

“Sit in on pitcher training today,” he says. Taku, bless him, barely flinches.

“Koushuu, we’ve worked so hard to get you past a third grade socialization level,” he says, words still thick with sleep. “Surely you can behave around the pitchers for an hour.”

“Not for me,” Koushuu says, not bothering to temper the offense out of his voice. “You should make sure you know all our signs. It would benefit you too.”

Taku cocks his head, nodding slowly.

“Just me?”

“Yes?”

“I’m not the only second baseman on the team.”

He’s right. Taku has been right about an annoying number of things in the time they’ve known each other. Koushuu tries not to groan.

“Can I just…start with you?” Koushuu asks.

Taku seems to consider. Koushuu is ready to ask again, maybe even divulge why he really wants Taku to sit in, even if it might embarrass both of them, when he answers.

“Sure,” Taku says. “I’ll pass the info along to the other basemen and shortstops. That way they won’t be behind when you’re ready to include them too.”

It’s said without anything behind it, so Taku must really think he’s accommodating Koushuu’s introverted ways. Koushuu really couldn’t ask for a better friend.

And the meeting goes well. Taku picks up the signs quickly, clever as always, and Koushuu catches him showing a first year baseman later that week, hands twisting as he goes through the signs in sequence. Koushuu is eventually persuaded to allow the other basemen and shortstops to join, and while it kind of sucks, it’s also good.

Koushuu is able to swing more fielding practice with his tendency to analyze games for Yui. He doesn’t lie, not exactly, but he plays up the fielding errors when he gives Yui a rundown of a practice game, and Yui, like the good captain he is, goes directly to Kataoka to ask about increasing their fielding drills. It benefits the whole team, but Koushuu is mostly proud of how much more efficient Taku looks, how sharp compared to even just the beginning of the year.

He even ropes Taku into analyzing the games with him. Taku is perfectly capable of using a scorebook, but it’s not something he does often, and Koushuu gives him the rundown from his perspective, an overall look unique to catchers. It’s his hope that Taku can improve his field awareness by seeing the game as Koushuu sees it, and that will play nicely with his improved reflexes from the fielding drills.

He thinks he’s done a wonderful, even subtle job of improving Taku’s skills, and that makes it all the worse when he’s informed that he’s not nearly as slick as he thinks he is.

“Hey, can you put down the scorebook for a second?” Taku asks. His voice sounds weird, but for some reason, Koushuu can’t identify why. “I wanna talk to you.”

“We are talking,” Koushuu says, but he obediently puts the scorebook to the side. They’ve covered most of what he wants to talk about, anyway.

“No,” Taku says. “You’re coaching. That’s basically the only way you speak to me anymore. You’ve never felt the need to do that before this year. I know you feel a lot of pressure to perform because it’s our last year, but we’re doing well, so you can back down a little bit, okay?”

“It’s not about the summer tournament,” Koushuu says. “It’s about you.”

“Me?”

“You’re a good second baseman,” Koushuu says in a hurry, because he realizes how insulting that sounded. “You just need a little polish, and scouts will be lining up to talk to you. You’ll have your pick of Big6 university teams.”

Taku’s eyes are wide by the time he’s done, lip caught between his teeth.

“Koushuu,” he starts hesitantly. “I don’t want to play for a Big6 team.”

“They’re the best in the country,” Koushuu argues. “Why wouldn’t you want to play for them?”

“I don’t…want to play baseball at all in college,” Taku says.

Koushuu, to put it simply, does not compute.

“Look, baseball has been fun, I love it, you know that,” Taku continues. “But it’s not a forever thing for me. I won’t do it as my job.”

Koushuu can’t remember ever feeling so blindsided by Taku before. Part of the reason he likes Taku so much is because he understands Taku beyond a need for speaking.

“What do you mean you don’t want to play anymore?” Koushuu asks. “I know I’m hard on you, but you’re a good player, there’s no reason to quit, I know you could make it.”

“It’s not about that,” Taku says. “It’s just that there’s other things I want to do with my life.”

The spiky thing growing in Koushuu’s chest presses into his stomach. It’s hurt. He’s hurt, and Taku is the one that made him feel this way.

“What other things?” Koushuu asks, and it comes out as a growl. “I thought you loved baseball. You’re the one who’s always calling it fun, you’re the one who convinced me to stick at it and find it fun. You love baseball more than I do.”

“I still don’t want to play baseball for the rest of my life,” Taku says.

“What, so you’ll just leave?” Koushuu asks. “When were you even planning on telling me?”

“Koushuu, it’s not even summer yet, I was gonna tell you after the tournament,” Taku says, but there’s just enough guilt in his eyes that Koushuu knows it for a lie.

“No you weren’t,” he accuses. “You were just gonna leave without saying anything. I thought we were friends.”

“What? We are, what are you talking about?”

Taku looks panicked, hands reaching out for Koushuu’s shoulders, and Koushuu doesn’t even think to avoid them, too numb to feel the touch. Taku is going to leave him behind, and the best friend he’s ever had, someone who’s been in his life so long he can read Koushuu without thought, one of the few people Koushuu truly loves, will be gone forever.

“Koushuu, please, I know this isn’t what you wanted, but we’ll still be friends, alright?” Taku tries, and Koushuu zones back in with a vengeance.

“Fuck you,” he snarls, pushing Taku’s hands off his shoulders. “You want to quit baseball so bad? You want to go do something else? Go do something else. Might as well quit baseball right now.”

“Koushuu, I’m not gonna do that,” Taku says, voice edging higher in desperation. “I’m still here this year, that’s never gonna change. We’ll crush this summer, you’ll see, we could really win it all.”

“Tell it to someone who gives a fuck.”

Koushuu refuses to label what he’s doing as running away, but he sure does move with purpose back to the baseball field. It’s almost deserted, so dark with most of the lights out, but Koushuu does have to growl at one terrified first year to get lost. He’s worked so hard to have the patience to deal with underclassmen, but he just can’t summon any today.

He swings a bat viciously, aggressively, with frankly terrible form, not practicing but venting his anger into his body and the air around him. He doesn’t quit until the early hours of the morning, back and shoulders aching.

Kataoka bitches him out for it the next day when he rolls into practice, arms so stiff he can’t lift them above his shoulders and good for nothing but sitting in the bullpen and watching. It’s fine by him, though. This way, he doesn’t have to feel the twist of anger and betrayal when he sees Taku.

He gets all of one day of grace before his friends descend upon him. Frankly, he should be grateful he got even that much. He’s not, but he should be.

“What did you do to Taku-chan?” Kuki attacks first, always the boldest of all of them.

“Who says I did anything to him?” Koushuu growls. He doesn’t appreciate the implication that this is all his fault. Sure, he was the one who let his temper get the best of him, but Taku is the one who was apparently going to lie to him as long as he could.

“Are you saying he did something to you?” Kuki asks.

Yes, Koushuu wants to say but doesn’t. He can’t imagine anything will be helped by involving Kuki in the finer points of this…fight? Wouldn’t a fight be more…fight-y? This feels more like one blowup and the subsequent fallout than a continuing fight.

Koushuu must take too long to answer, because Kuki apparently takes his silence as an admission of guilt.

“Just apologize,” he says, laying a hand on Koushuu’s shoulder. Koushuu shakes it off. “Taku-chan will forgive you.”

But will I forgive him?

The vitriol behind that thought surprises even Koushuu. He knows he feels angry and betrayed, but that speaks to a much deeper hurt. Something more like…

“He looks so heartbroken.” Yui is the next to approach him, and like Kuki, he makes the assumption that Koushuu is in the wrong. For this reason, Koushuu has already started to tune him out. “Seriously, I’ve never seen you two fight like this. Whatever you did, just say you’re sorry.”

“Back off,” Koushuu says, and then he sees the dark circles under Yui’s eyes. It’s not even properly summer yet, and Yui already looks so tired, and Koushuu, as his vice, is supposed to be making it better, not worse. “I’ll get some data to you tomorrow.”

“I don’t care about the damn game data, Koushuu!” Yui snarls, suddenly so furious that it takes Koushuu aback. “I care that my vice-captain is fighting with one of my starters and is refusing to fix it!”

“Maybe I’m not the one who has to fix it!” Koushuu snaps back, storming off before Yui has a chance to respond.

Masashi approaches him next, although Koushuu suspects the others must have put him up to it, because he just sits in silence next to Koushuu for the better part of an evening, watching as Koushuu furiously watches tapes over and over. They don’t speak at all, but Masashi doesn’t have the same air of recrimination that everyone else has had so far. And maybe Koushuu needed that, just one person who doesn’t treat him like the bad guy, because the next day he’s softened enough to not take Asada’s head off.

“So what even happened?” Asada asks, obviously nervous.

“He…” Koushuu trails off. If he would be willing to tell anyone, it would be Asada, but he’s not feeling willing to tell anyone.

“It’s…you know it’s okay to talk about it, right?” Asada says. “I know we all jumped to conclusions, but neither of you is telling us anything, and it’s scary to watch you two fight. None of us know what to do.”

“Maybe there’s nothing to be done,” Koushuu says. He certainly can’t think of a way to get the spiky ball of hurt to stop pressing on the wall of his chest.

“There’s always something to be done,” Asada says firmly. “If you won’t talk to any of us, you have to talk to him.”

Koushuu doesn’t take that for the threat it is.

In the wake of not speaking to Taku, which is its own special kind of pain, the basemen and shortstops have stopped joining in on meetings between catchers and pitchers. That’s why, as Koushuu cleans up his notes while everyone else leaves, he’s so surprised to see Taku there, arm firmly held in Masashi’s grip. Yui stands next to them, eyes on fire in determination.

“No.”

“You don’t get to tell me no,” Yui snaps. “I am your captain and I have had enough. You two are going to talk and you are going to do it before you are allowed to leave this room. I want you two at least cordial before I open the door.”

“You can’t lock us in,” Taku protests, starting to look panicked. Clearly, even if he was in on part of this, he’s not in on all of it.

“Watch me.”

And Yui and Masashi do just that.

Koushuu looks down at his hands. For all that he could’ve approached the situation better from the start, Taku is still the one that started it. He was the one that didn’t tell Koushuu he wants to leave him behind, the one that would’ve kept that to himself until he disappeared forever. Koushuu isn’t going first, that’s for damn sure.

Taku creeps closer, seeming to decide that across the desk is an appropriate distance. He sits, fiddles with his hands in the corner of Koushuu’s vision, and lets the silence ride for a second. Then he sighs.

“Koushuu, can you look at me?”

It startles Koushuu just enough that he actually does it. The raw relief in Taku’s eyes soothes some edge off the hurt.

“You haven’t looked at me since the fight,” Taku says. “You’ve never done that before.”

“Getting used to it,” Koushuu replies.

“Used to what?”

“You not being here.”

Taku looks like Koushuu slapped him, or like it might have been kinder if Koushuu had.

“I’m not going anywhere, and you’d know that if you actually listened to me,” Taku snaps. “I know I didn’t handle that as well as I could’ve, but as soon as you got mad it was like talking to a brick wall.”

“Sorry I didn’t take the news well,” Koushuu snarls right back. “I was operating under the assumption that you don’t keep secrets from me.”

“Oh, because you’ve been the poster child of sharing lately,” Taku says. “Where did all the second baseman advice come from anyway? I know you didn’t ask anyone here.”

“I called Kominato-senpai, and it helped more than just you.”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t your goal, was it?” Taku sighs. “You didn’t even ask me what I want.”

Miyuki’s words echo in the back of Koushuu’s mind, but he’s not quite ready to relent just yet.

“What you want is to leave,” Koushuu says.

“Do you think our friendship is just about baseball?” Taku asks. “Is that all we’re worth to you?”

Koushuu was ready to fire right back, but he pauses.

Is that all they’re worth to him?

He and Taku became friends before either of them knew about baseball. They lived in the same neighborhood, and outgoing Taku had worn introverted Koushuu down until they were joined at the hip. They even got fake-married on the playground when they were seven, and Koushuu had kept the flower ring Taku made for him until it fell apart.

In the last several years, yes, their lives have been focused on baseball, but Koushuu and Taku have always existed outside of that.

“No,” Koushuu says. “I don’t think that.”

Taku visibly slumps in relief.

“Okay,” he says. “Okay.”

They just sit with that for a moment before Taku continues.

“I’m not leaving you,” he says. “I never was. We won’t play baseball together after this year, but I’m not going anywhere. I mean, I don’t even wanna leave Tokyo, we’ll still live in the same city.”

“So what do you want?” Koushuu asks.

“I want to go into social work,” Taku says. “I’ve been looking at programs and trying to get my grades up enough for one that’s a little harder. Baseball will still be my focus until the end of summer, though. We’ve won Koshien before and I want to do it again.”

“And you’re…sure?” Koushuu asks, aware that he’s being an ass. Luckily, Taku knows him better than that.

“I’m sure,” Taku says. “And I’m also sure that, whatever school you end up choosing, I’ll be at your games cheering you on.”

“I chose Seidou for you,” Koushuu says. “I mean. I chose it for me too. But I wanted to win for you, and I thought Seidou was the best place to do that.”

“You can still want to win for me,” Taku says, and his voice is a little more choked up. “Now you just have to want to win when I’m not on the field. And you can want to win for yourself too. Since baseball is so much fun.”

“So you say,” Koushuu says, but that spiky ball of hurt has finally dissolved, leaving nothing but relief in its place. He knows better than to think everything is fixed now, but he believes it can be, and that makes all the difference.

“We have to be done keeping secrets, though,” Taku says. “Both of us. This fucking sucked and I’m never doing it again.”

“Agreed.”

Koushuu expected, with all those threats, for the door to be locked, but it swings open when he and Taku make to leave. Yui is in their faces immediately.

“Well?”

“Tell me you weren’t listening,” Taku whines.

“Of course not,” Yui says, blushing.

“I wouldn’t let him,” Masashi says.

“Shut up!”

“We’re fine,” Koushuu says. “You can go worry about something else now.”

“Are you really?” Yui asks, looking to Taku for confirmation.

“We will be.”

It’s not immediately okay. For the next few weeks, their friendship feels like a bruise, smarting if they poke at it. But like any wound, it heals and they fall back into their normal rhythm. Koushuu still worries, sometimes, what next year will look like, what they will be without baseball tying them together. They still have summer to worry about, though, and Taku wasn’t kidding when he said it is still his focus.

And when summer comes and the tournament begins, Koushuu walks on the field with Taku and knows that it might be the beginning of the end of this part of their lives, but it is not the end of them.

***

“What exactly was that last pitch supposed to be?” Taku jeers as Koushuu exits the locker room, pushing his lazily-dried hair out of his face.

“My pitcher going rogue, that’s what that was,” Koushuu growls. He’ll let that pitcher have it later, no matter that he’s a senpai, because they could’ve won the game. “Idiot.”

“It was still a good game,” Taku says, wrapping arms around Koushuu’s neck. “Glad I actually got to see you play this time.”

Koushuu pulls Taku out of sight of everyone else. He’s not ashamed of their relationship, but he keeps it close to his chest, like a carefully guarded treasure. Taku is usually good about letting him.

“I knew I wouldn’t get much game time the first few years,” Koushuu says, and tries not to let it bother him. “One senpai graduates next year. I’ll get more then.”

He’d ended up choosing Hosei, the offer of building up a new bullpen too much to pass up. It’s good, challenging in ways the game hasn’t been before, and Koushuu knows it’s improving him in all manner of ways.

“You’ll kill it,” Taku says, leaning forward to peck Koushuu on the lips. “I really missed watching you in a game.”

Taku may be at a different university, but he’s still so close that he can come watch the odd practice after he finishes his classes for the day. It’s usually so he can drag Koushuu out to see their friends, who Taku insists they stay in touch with, and Koushuu agrees less begrudgingly than he would’ve expected.

Koushuu still misses playing with him. He thinks he always will. But he doesn’t regret the time they spent playing together, and in time he hopes it settles into a happy memory.

For now, though, he still gets to hold Taku close to him, and that’s enough.

“Let’s go eat,” Taku says. “It’s your turn to pay, and I want meat.”

Koushuu groans at the imminent hit to his bank account, but doesn’t protest beyond that. He’s too weak to Taku’s face-splitting grin as he pulls Koushuu out onto the street in search of something delicious.

They’re okay. They’re going to stay okay. Koushuu will make sure of it. He’s feared losing Taku before, and he never wants to do it again. He lets Taku lace their fingers together as they head for the subway, and is content with how they move through the world.

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