#Ameri-Blast

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No One Is Talking No one is talking getting rid of 2 Amendment It’s tweak able amendable bendable Just a TAB thought Gun Screenings Educational Proof Training Proof Psycho !!!!! Testing To buy an American Gun Show responsibility first ! Something > greater than My last 50 years .|. _||___________________ ••But not to buy a gun••• Ameri-BLAST ——————————— |||||||||||| / ) ||||||||||| ||||||||||| ||||||||||| <16- own a gun if given as a present gift 16- start driving on roads with others & work 18- nicotine start to kill yourself, go to college, Vote, join the military(get issued a gun with training) Purchase a gun/non trained 21- drink alcohol, continue to smoke & drive own any purchasable gun/non trained, hey gamble too 21>all anything “ * < a felon, fugitive & restraining order recipient, spoken by President. “ Latest headlines, minus * less than’s Passing grades . edu @ 18 Need for continued education Write to fill out application We all know that’s questionable How many cursive writers Less than used to be But not to buy Ameri-Blast Uvalde transgender neglected forgotten Hurting mother’s & father’s cause of woman mind mindset without an acceptance of body by those outer Ed bodied, I saw his uploaded videos Principles & Counselors, who was the kid? The community knows! Grocery Tom dude Patient vs Doctor Vs yoga, concert, movie, bars/clubs any killing holidays~ non *’s (less than’s) None of those 2nd carriers around Not enough to make a difference So let’s change some things For the Non *’s & Victims _||___________________ ••But not to buy a gun••• Ameri-BLAST ——————————— |||||||||||| / ) ||||||||||| ||||||||||| ||||||||||| Live On -Extra- -Ammo Just Need A Bigger Clip maybe larger Caliber or Buy Ghost make automatic enhancements It’s all legal Brought To You By America A+ , a need to change things, it’s all amendable in OUR Constitution! A+ for America!!! but {we don’t test OUR political leaders:(} We Suck & Droll and now smear Blood & those Law Abiding carry Guns. !!!!!! Oxymoron resonating Y’all Prunts Do pictures grab more attention!

[oklcmc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 [𝟏𝟖+]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀You was livin’ off of Dru Hill wasn’t Ready for the World，but baby，who is？ Know you prettier than all the El⠀⠀⠀DeBarges never worry ‘bout the Total of the charges ❪I got this❫.⠀〟

word count：8，602

pairing：demetrius edward ゛⠀big meech⠀〟flenory，sr. ❪demetrius edward ゛⠀lil meech⠀〟flenory，jr.❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪cheryl renee ゛⠀salt⠀〟james，circa 1988❫

forewarning：this imagine will contain use of drugs and alcohol，strong language and sexual content. read at your discretion.

fun-size playlist：i. anderson .paak，snoop dogg ⅋ the last artful，dodgr - anywhere，ii. slick rick - hey young world，iii. the art of noise - moments in love，iv.  tyler，the creator，frank ocean ⅋ lætitia sadier - partyisntover╱campfire╱bimmer，v. lloyd - streetlove，vi. earth，wind ⅋ fire -  can’t hide love，vii. amerie - i just died，viii. iggy azalea - the last song，ix. rené ⅋ angela - my first love，x. minnie riperton - inside my love，xi. marvin gaye - i want you，xii. anita baker - been so long，xiii. silk sonic，bootsy collins - blast off. yes，this is sequenced!  ‹𝟹

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’ ⠀⠀⠀I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I’ve been working tirelessly on this piece since late November of last year. I don’t necessarily love it，but maybe it’ll grow on me later y’all，I don’t know？I’m honestly sick of looking at it at this point in time，so I’ma let y’all finally have it. Song lyrics provided by none other than Iggy Azalea with minor alterations done. In order to prevent confusion on y’all’s end，I also wanted to state that I had switched Pepa’s government name for Salt’s being that I thought it’d be more suiting to her character. Happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

Detroit，Michigan · Mid-November of 1988

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

⠀⠀⠀𝓢andra James had been suspended in a cyclone of her own creative process all afternoon. The habitual grey cloud of over-analyzation had swept in and funneled into a mass consisting of a slew of instrumental cassette tapes and paper balls full of unfinished song lyrics or absentminded scribbles scattered throughout the sitting room area of her very own single-family home.

After much deliberation, Sandra has finally subjected herself to the severe case of writer’s block, hurling herself against the back cushions of her navy blue leather sofa alongside the throw pillows and crumpled scraps of paper that simultaneously began to alight the seat upon her arrival with an exasperated sigh.

Her stomach growled ravenous. It was then that Sandra had come to terms with her biggest mistake that evening, she hadn’t eaten in a matter of several hours, and what was a storming brain without the fuel of glucose? She immediately began to brainstorm on a quick solution to her problem, internally battling between take-out Thai food or Pizza Hut, that is until the tone of her pager dissipated her train of thought completely.

Swiftly pushing the foam headphones to her Sony brand Walkman towards the back of her neck, Sandra stretched her hand out towards the Motorola Bravo pager sitting out on the glass top coffee table before her before her eyes skimmed over the triple-digit code currently being displayed on it’s LCD.

911.

Not an emergency, but more so an urgency to return her best friend’s call.

Retrieving her solid Motorola DynaTAC cell phone from it’s place on the abstract rug of the sitting room, her natural manicure danced along the keypad, punching in a number she had memorized since being an adolescent.

“Yo?” Sandra greeted her friend of twenty-two years with little to no enthusiasm at all, knowing that nine times out of ten the information that she was preparing to spew wasn’t that crucial to begin with, but she was wrong, and she knew that once Slick Rick’s “Hey Young World” began to drown through the transmitter. RollerCade had to be poppin’ at this time of night.

“Bitch, what the fuck do you mean ‘Yo?’ You were suppose to be meeting me outside RollerCade an hour ago! What’s the hold up?” Her best friend shouted over the accompanying Hip-Hop track although her voice tended to carry that way often. Sanda stood corrected.

“My bad, Roxxane. I got wrapped up with penning rhymes, you know how it is. Who’s all there anyway?”

“Ohh, no one special. It’s just me, Martin, both Chris’... Oh, and that music producer you like. What’s his name again? Herbert? Herb?”

“Hurby’s there?!” Sandra exclaimed, nearly flying off the couch in search of her Nike Air Trainer SCs.

“Yup!”

“Like right now?!”

“Yeah. Maybe you can slip some of your tapes to him while he’s here. You know they be dope.” Roxxane persuaded, but mostly for her own sake of the opportunity to flap her gums.

“Say no more, I’m on my way!”

“Not in that busted ass Pontiac you ain’t!”

“Why you always dissin’ my whip, Roxxy? You know it gets me where I need to be.”

“Yeah, when it wants to. You know that shit be breakin’ down, girl. I don’t why you be puttin’ on. Makin’ all that dough as a sales lead at Saks and still can’t afford a new whip. It’s a wonder how you even get there on time the way that you do.”

“Whatever, you know I’ma always make somethin’ shake. You just keep that in mind the next time you ask for a lift. I’ll see you in twenty.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Peace!” Roxxane hadn’t given Sandra the opportunity of biding her farewell before ending the call.

Sandra could only shake her head at her best friend’s usual antics as she carelessly tossed the hefty cell phone onto the sofa before going to slip her dainty feet into her SCs with her solid 24k rope chain and bamboo earrings swinging from their places on her neck and earlobes from her movements alone. Next came her navy blue leather fringe jacket that coordinated all to well with the “Medicine Ball” colorway of her sneakers and layered over her solid white turtleneck and high-waisted paperbag style acid washed jeans. She was sure to secure her pager onto her waistline alongside her Walkman, stash her notepad full of rhymes and no. 2 pencil inside her Gucci monogram shoulder bag and grab her lanyard before splitting the front door.

Though the baluster to her front porch had progressively froze over throughout the day, it hadn’t one stopped Sandra from using it in assisting her down the steps and into the harsh -15° weather. Ice flurries almost immediately came whisking past her petite frame, causing her to cup her bare hands over her mouth and huff into them before rubbing them together vigorously in order to gain some sort of body heat back.

She was well aware in tonight’s clothing pieces being rather scanty, but she’d risk coming down with a common cold any given day if it meant looking fashionable while doing so and that’s how she’d always been, even as an disobedient adolescent.

She cautiously trudged over the pathway covered in black ice in order to reach the door of the chain-link fence, thankfully without slipping up on her ass. She yanked the fence’s door closed with slight aggression due to the 8.4″ of snow blocking it’s usual pathway before securely locking it and racing towards the driver’s side door of her Pontiac Phoenix where she would unlock it using it’s key before climbing inside and slamming it back shut behind her.

She repeated the same three-step routine she once did outside the parked vehicle in order to keep warm before her trembling hands could even locate the ignition. Absentmindedly turning the key until it aligned with the start point in the ignition switch, Sandra could feel her heart palpitate as the dreadful sound of the engine stalling came to her dismay.

“Nooo!” She muttered between clenched teeth, her numbing fingers gripping the steering wheel in apprehension until her knuckles practically turned white. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” She coaxed the vehicle, finally witnessing the water vapor pour from her crimson painted lips as she slowly bought the key back to it’s lock point before swiftly bringing it to it’s start point again with the same result. Then again. “Fuck!” She bellowed in frustration, banging her closed fists against the steering wheel before sitting back with a heavy sigh of defeat. She had been jinxed.

She sat there for a stalling moment in contemplation of going back outside in the cold before snatching the key from the ignition, pulling the inner door handle and proceeding to do it anyway. She’d forgotten her quads anyhow. She retraced her every step up until she was standing in the middle of her sitting room yet again with her cell phone pressed against her ear after hitting redial.

“What’s up?” Roxanne answered the phone in such a jubilant manner over the party music that it pissed Sandra off. It pained her that her best friend was having the time of her life without her company.

“Bitch, you jinxed me!” Sandra exclaimed, falling back on her leather recliner with her head in her hand.

“How so? Wait, wait, wait, don’t tell me that, that busted ass Pontiac gave out again? I told your hardheaded ass to let that car go months ago.”

“Whatever, Roxxy. All I need is a quick jump and I’ll be there. You know anybody?”

“Shit, it needs more than that. Your neighbors can’t give you one?” Sandra picked her head up, staring straight into the imaginary camera of life with a stale expression.

“No. You know damn well Mr. Boyd works overnight and Mrs. Green got glaucoma! Why do you think I’m asking you?!”

“Damn, my bad then. What about a taxi?”

“Roxxane, please!”

“Okay! Um, let me think. There is this one man my pops works with at the Cadillac factory, Mr. Charles Flenory. He’s always fixin’ shit for other people, especially that conniving Pastor Swift, so I don’t see why he couldn’t help you out with your situation? Plus him and his family live in Ecorse, that’s closer to where you stay. Just be wary of his sons if they were to pick up, heard bad news about ‘em.”

“Ahh, but I thought you liked trouble?”

“Sometimes. but this ain’t about me right now. Take this number down...”

Once jotting the number Roxxane had given her down on the flesh of the thenar muscle of her left hand and properly bidding her best friend farewell a second time around, Sandra hadn’t wasted a stalling moment on boldly punching the unfamiliar number into her cell phone because she knew if she hadn’t pushed herself to do so, she would’ve been sitting there all night having psychological debates with her own form of anxiety.

The dark cyan corded telephone which was mounted to the floral patterned kitchen walls of the Flenory’s residence had simultaneously began to ring as the eldest child, Demetrius Edward Flenory otherwise known as “Big Meech” or simply “Meech” had discovered a new route into the same overfamiliar property he had been banished from merely weeks ago.

Placing the same exact wad of cash he attempted to grant his father the last time he had seen him beside the glass of tap water he had once sipped from on the kitchen counter, Demetrius raced his way over to the telephone with much attitude, snatching it off the hook before it could ring a second time and blow his whole cover, wondering who could be callin’ the house this time of night.

“Yo?!” His baritone range intimidatingly huffed through the transmitter, serenading Sandra’s eardrums and causing her legs pry shut on instant.

She couldn’t quite understand why her body reacted this way, but she quickly thought of a plan to redeem herself, putting on her best saleswoman voice which was something she was highly experienced at when dealing with all the upper class privileged folks at her day job. If she fucked this up, she was definitely in for the night. No RollerCade.

“Um, y-yes. Hi. I apologize for calling at such an inconvenient time like this, but I was wondering would it possible for me to speak with a Mr. Charles Flenory?” She forcefully grinned as if this stranger on the opposite end of the call could actually see her, double-checking the name written out on her left hand to ensure it’s accuracy.

Demetrius’ initial impression was that the woman speaking sounded fairly young, likely around him and Terry’s age group, if anything. He was oddly banking on her being a possible lead in the demise of his father. A plausible fling would finally put his plan of revenge into execution.

“He’s out right now,” Demetrius lied straight through his teeth, fully aware that his father was upstairs resting alongside his mother. “Who’s speaking?”

Sandra could feel her heart sink in disappointment, knowing she wouldn’t be apart of the RollerCade festivities tonight.

“My name’s Sandra, Sandra James, but everyone calls me Sandy.”

“With a name like that, you’ve got to be a bill collector.” Demetrius was seconds away from slamming the phone down on the hook until she began to reason with him.

“Oh, of course not! A-Actually my friend recommended me this number on a whim. I’m trying to get a jump for my car.”

“Mmcht!” Demetrius kissed his teeth, flicking his 18k Yellow Gold Patek Philippe brand wristwatch in a nonchalant manner. “That’s all? That’s slight work. I can do that for you. Where you stay at?”

“You can?!” Sandra perked up at his offer, but quickly came down on account of what Roxxane had stated in their last phone conversation. By now she had it figured out that she had to have been speaking with one of Charles’ sons which meant no inconveniences. “I mean... I stay on Garland Street. It’s going to be the house with the beige Pontiac parked in front of it.” She stated coolly, nodding her head.

“I know where that’s at. I can make it there in twenty.”

“Thank you so much! I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for this!”

“No sweat. I’m Demetrius by the way, but everyone calls me Meech. I’m Charles’ eldest son.”

“Nice to meet you, Meech. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon?”

“For sure.”

“Thank you again!” Sandra ended the call with the phone pressed against her beaming lips.

She had so much optimism in a person she hadn’t been acquainted with over ten minutes ago. So much for that nuisance Roxxane spoke of.

Roxxane’s sentiments on the Flenor boys turned out to be indeed accurate or at least that’s what Sandra had assumed as she paced behind her security door with a pair of jumper cables in hand. She had been in that same position for the past thirty minutes and counting, anticipating Demetrius’ arrival. She was about ready to throw in the towel until witnessing a scarlet red 1988 model BMW E30 M3 accelerate down her block and park directly in the middle of the street as if they owned it.

She could make out the garbled instrumental of The Art Of Noise’s “Moments In Love” blaring from the custom sound system of their vehicle as she gawked at it, curious to know the occupant who sat behind those tinted windows. By the gold rim detail, she could almost guess a drug dealer of some sorts since that’s all whoever owned them in Motor City nowadays anyhow, but who was she to make assumptions this early on? All she did know was that the vehicle put her Pontiac to shame! She was almost embarrassed by it.

The German owned vehicle was indeed fascinating to Sandra, obviously, just not as fascinating as the driver making an exit from it. This was evident in her sudden symptoms of cotton mouth and piercing dark brown irises as they followed the stranger from the running vehicle to the door of her front gate.

Proximate in Sandra’s complexion if not darker, he stood at a solid 5′8″ in his navy blue colorway Adidas brand Campus 80s sneakers, jet black vinyl parachute trousers, navy blue satin button-up and black mid-length mink fur jacket. By the yellow polarized Cazal brand sunglasses sitting upon his nose, the hefty rope chains looping through an custom M initial and 50 Boyz gold plated pendant and his rattail, Sandra knew she stood correct on his occupation.

That hadn’t once stopped her from tucking the jumper cables beneath her arm as she aggressively scavenged her shoulder bag for her favorite tube of Chanel Rouge lipstick. She swiftly stepped aside in order to touch-up her lipstick in the entryway mirror, smearing a second coat over the dull first coat before tracing her pinky finger around the corners of her full lips to correct any imperfections, tightly rubbing them together and releasing them with a dramatic pop.

She aggressively fluffed and tugged at the loose curls of her honey blonde and chestnut pixie haircut with an exasperated sigh. All she could dwell on in that moment was her regret for not treating them with mousse, oil sheen nor oil itself earlier in the day.

Her train of thought was once again dissipated by three light taps against her security door.

Showtime! She thought, stepping into his view.

“Hi,” Sandra greeted, feeling her heart palpitate while bearing witness to all the features which made him attractive up-close. He could say the same about her. “Meech, is it?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Demetrius chuckled nervously, his clammy hands remained resting in the pockets of his mink because there was just no way in hell a woman, of all people was making him sweat. “You must be Sandy?”

“Of course! I’m so glad you were able to find me in this weather,” She quickly unlocked the security door, watching him carefully step back as she slowly pushed it open before leaning against the frame. “Would you like to come in?”

“Actually I have somewhere to be, so if we could just...” Demetrius whirled his index finger in midair with an animated whistle, the Patek Philippe now visibly glinting on his wrist as he hoped to expedite the process, but Sandra was on to his apprehension.

“You just passed it,” She smirked, nudging her head in the direction of where her vehicle was parked at, causing him to look between the two of them. “My car, I mean.”

“You mean to tell me that, that Pontiac is yours?” He squinted his eyes in disbelief.

“Well everybody’s not as flashy as you, Demetrius. Is there a problem?” She questioned defensively.

“Nah,” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Mind if I have a look at it?”

“Feel free!” She exclaimed, handing over her keys with no hesitation in which he happily accepted before proceeding to jog back down the flight of porch steps with her, the jumper cables and a flashlight in tow.

The last very last thing that Sandra wanted to do was make a nuisance of herself while being in his presence, but she’d much rather save him the trip back to her doorstep and herself the embarrassment since she evidently had an idea of what would be said. She had heard it all before.

Sandra stood at his side, aiming her flashlight directing under the hood once he went to prop it open using the support of the strut rod.

“Damn, girl,” Demetrius grunted, batting his full lashes in disbelief at what he was actually viewing as both his hands gripped the perimeter of the open hood. “I ain’t no mechanic or nothin’, but your spark plugs fucked up!”

“Are they really?” Sandra grimaced between clenched teeth, feeling her heart palpitate as she looked between him and the engine of the vehicle as if she could actually identify the problem.

“Hell yeah,” He responded, carefully letting the hood of the vehicle back down. “When’s the last time you had someone look at this?”

“Oh, I-I don’t know really?” Her hands gripped the flashlight with apprehension.

“Well I’m not trying to tell you what to do or whatever, but you better off leaving this shit alone the remainder of the night and comin’ to ride with me in my bimmer.” He stated, briefly brushing his hands off as if that would really rid the oil that stained them.

“Oh, no,” Sandra shook her head, tucking the flashlight beneath her arm along with the jumper cables after powering it off before pulling a pack of multi-surface wipes from her shoulder bag. She held out her hand for his in which he hadn’t hesitated on offering to her before she got down to business, scrubbing vigorously until every stain had been lifted from her sight. “As I was saying before, you’ve done enough for me already. I’ll be okay staying in for the night.”

“Yeah, well I insist,” Demetrius grinned, tucking his numb hands in the pockets of his mink after inspecting them front to back. “Go put up your mechanic shit and grab whatever else it is that you need. I’ll be out here waiting when you get back.”

“Well... If you insist...” Sandra dragged, treading back towards the open fence of her home once again. “It’ll only take a second!” She exclaimed, quickly plodding through the snow in order to reach her doorstep.

She split the security door, stomping the soles of her SCs against the entrance rug to rid the excess snow before gravitating towards the spandrel to exchange the jumper cables and flashlight for her solid white quads. After powering off all the appliances on the first level of her home and locking up, Sandra was climbing into the heated passenger seat of Demetrius’ M3 where Earth, Wind & Fire’s “Can’t Hide Love” played at a low volume and the pungent smell of marijuana and a vanilla scented Feu Orange brand air freshener enthralled her upon her entrance more than the butter interior.

Demetrius had just finished wrapping up an seemingly important conversation on the car’s custom telephone when he decided to finally place his focus on Sandra who was in the midst of placing her quads on the floor in front of her.

“Yo, you mind if I made a pit stop ‘round my way before I drop you off?” Demetrius asked, licking over his thin lips with his right hand gripping onto the gearshift and the other remaining resting on the steering wheel as his low eyes glanced in her direction.

“Sure.” She twitched a smile at him once they locked eyes to ensure her confirmation while adjusting the Cartier Love bracelet secured around her wrist and going to pull on her seatbelt.

“Coo’.” He responded, turning up the volume on his stereo before peeling off into the crisp night.

Fuck a Hurby at this point. Sandra was equally as happy being in the presence of Demetrius.

Demetrius Flenory discreetly pulled his BMW E30 M3 on the side of the overfamiliar GLS plant at a quarter past ten o’clock, a refuge in which him, as well as those apart of his mob used to sling drugs.

Without stalling the engine of his vehicle by recollecting that in fact, there was another occupant besides himself, he instead reached for the buckle of his seat belt, pressing the pad of his thumb into it’s release button before glancing down at his wristwatch for the time.

10：17 PM.

There was only a measly window of time before RollerCade were to shut down for the night, but he hadn’t thought she cared much anymore seeing how she had her face seemingly pressed into her notepad since they were halfway there. If all else failed, he didn’t mind taking her back home. He actually enjoyed the company for once.

“This should only take me a minute.” He stated, watching her aggressively press the led of her pencil into the acid-free sheet of paper within her notepad, from stanza to stanza.

“Yeah, sure.” She responded apathetically— Subconsciously, he was sure— not even bothering to meet his gaze.

“You hungry?”

Of course Demetrius felt a little empathetic of her situation. He took longer than usual arriving to her only to drag her there instead of where she actually wanted to be. Feeding her was the least that he could.

“I could eat.” Sandra played it coy with a simple shrug of her shoulders although the repetitive rumbling in her stomach— In which only she could hear over his preference of R&B— Came as a friendly reminder that she still hadn’t eaten since midday.

“Aight, coo’,” He nodded his head, pulling the inner door handle in order to step outside of the vehicle. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time.” Sandra smiled faintly, anticipating the second his door closed to lower the volume on his stereo so that she could actually hear herself think.

It was as if a burst of inspiration had hit her not even halfway through the ride and she couldn’t help but to take advantage of the situation, even if it all had hailed from Demetrius himself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Damn，well... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Without meaning to seems I ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Think I met someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But he ain’t really my type，shit ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He only 21 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His fingers do the talkin’ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Where he’s from，will be his coffin ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Every time this nigga drive me ‘round，think I might go down on arson，but...⠀〟

Sandra had only met Demetrius’ acquaintance well over three hours ago and had already begun to familiarize herself with his horrendous habit of time management. One thing she could applaud him on though was keeping his word.

He returned to the idle vehicle forty minutes after the hour with a kraft paper bag stained in grease and a joint rolled with Zig-Zag brand paper. The presentation of it was less than satisfactory in her opinion, but it was the aroma that really made her curious enough to want a taste. Who was she kidding? Hell, she was so hungry in that moment, in fact, she would’ve eaten a horse if he offered it to her.

“I got your food!” He announced, practically gleaming as he handed over the bag of raucous.

“Yeah, forty minutes later,” She scoffed, although politely accepting of it, welcoming it into her lap. “Thank you.” She expressed bashfully, unfolding the bag to spot a plastic hinged food container loaded with a chicken quesadilla, seasoned shoestring fries and Heinz brand ketchup packets.

“I got tied up in some business, my apologies. At least it’s still fresh.” He finally had the opportunity of sparking his joint, glancing over at her spreading light amounts of ketchup over the pile of fries before gracefully going to feed her appetite. “You always eat like that?” He couldn’t resist asking as clouds of smoke poured from his lips.

“Like what?” She inquired with her fist covering her mouth as she silently chewed on her food.

“Like a damn bird.” He chucked, casually taking another hit from his joint.

“I guess you could say that?” She shrugged, having no right or wrong answer to his question as she proceeded to feed her face.

“What about skating? You do that shit often?” He asked, and for a split second made Sandra realize where she was actually intending to be at this time of night besides caught up on his aura.

“Outside of bustin’ my ass at Saks and writing rhymes, yes.”

“Ohh, so that’s what this is about?” Demetrius playfully snatched up the open notepad that had absentmindedly slipped into the console when she went to reach for her meal earlier. Sandra could’ve sworn she felt her heart stop beating when he began to recite the lyrics written about him.

“No, please don’t—” She began to plead with him, outstretching her hand for what was rightfully hers, but she had came a second too late.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀We haven’t even kissed yet ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But that just makes me want him more ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Plus he love his momma，yep ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He a family man ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And even though the ratchets love him ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I still think he a gentleman，”

Sandra wasn’t afraid to admit to her own lyrics being subpar, hell, a satire of their initial acquaintance if anything, but it was the delivery of the nursery rhyme that made her embarrassed of it and that told Demetrious everything that he needed to know. This was evidently about him.

The way her cheeks flushed crimson before it came down to her trying her luck again further proved that. She slowly extended her hand out for the notepad that he had clenched within his left just outside the window when their lips coincidentally locked before execution.

The amateur kiss had really only lasted a few seconds, but seemed like forever in Sandra’s apprehension as she was the first to pull back and adjust herself correctly in the passenger seat once regaining possession of her notepad. There was a tingling sensation left lingering on her full lips as she was finally able to distinguish his preferred strain of Sour Diesal.

He had her right where he wanted her, flustered and flirting with the idea of going in for more.

“I-I’m sorry.” Sandra bashfully apologized with her head in her lap as she twiddled her thumbs though she wasn’t all at fault.

“N-Nah, you good,” Demetrius casually pinched the bridge of his nose while shaking his head in embarrassment before his hand found the gearshift again. “Don’t even trip on that. That was on me. I initiated it.”

“Wait, Demetrius...” She readjusted herself in the passenger seat, her leg pulled within it so that she was facing towards him before reaching for the key in the ignition switch and turning it until it aligned with the “ACC” point where “My First Love” by René & Angela could still be heard playing at a low volume on the stereo. “I’d be lying to myself if I said that I wasn’t feelin’ you as much as I said I was in my rhymes. I’m just... Scared? Scared of what you’ll think of me after tonight if I actually fell through with this. If I’m being honest here, I ain’t never did no shit like this before.” She snorted in amusement at the words that escaped her lips not even a minute ago as she raked her fingers through the loose curls of her pixie, her head remaining within her lap.

“You don’t ever have to worry ‘bout no shit like that happenin’ with me, ‘cause I ain’t the one to kiss and tell, baby,” His relatively large hand went from clutching the gearshift to caressing her beaming cheeks, causing her to finally gaze at him. “I’ll be as slow and gentle as you want me to be.”

“Promise?” She questioned in a whisper, finding herself already falling into his trap when she kicked her sneakers and peeled her jacket off before straddling his lap.

“I promise, momma. I promise.” He smirked, his hand going from caressing her cheek to snaking around the nape of her neck, bringing her into a open-mouthed kiss far more passionate than the first.

His lips engulfed hers, swallowing what was left in the traces of her favorite lipstick shade of Rouge by Chanel until they were completely bare and past the point of swollen from his alone. She was slightly inept in her approaches, but caught on to his actions rather vastly. If his head were tilting to the right then hers was tilting to the left, if his fingers were gripping her neck then chances are that hers was tracing throughout his scalp until reaching his rattail and if his tongue were exploring every crevice of her mouth than so was hers.

Their kiss had broken in infectious laughter when Demetrius unexpectedly decided to recline the seat back even further using the adjustment handle to the left of them, puling away from her lips prematurely.

Sandra took this time of separation to gather the hem of her turtleneck within her hands before peeling it off, her solid rope chain falling back in position between the valley of her C-cup breasts. Next would come her acid washed, leaving her in nothing but a satin red triangle bra, a matching high-cut thong and her slouch socks.

Demetrius couldn’t help but to admire her in that position of vulnerability, his seemingly perfect top alignment of teeth closing in over his bottom lip as his frigid hands went from teasingly caressing her bare thighs to squeezing at her dainty waist, her stomach flexing and goosebumps surfacing her flesh at his touch almost immediately.

He sat upright just as his hands found the clasp of her bra, skillfully unhooking it before watching the thick straps cascade down her arms. His mouth watered at the sight of her nipples, brown and taut from the air that was hitting them. As much as he craved the need to want to suckle on her, he instead chose to take the slow route as that was what he promised to her.

His hands cupped her diamond-shaped face, slightly tilting it at an angle where he could access her collarbone easily. She grabbed at his wrists in preparation as his lips pecked at the sensitive area before sucking feverishly on it and even daring to sink his teeth into it, leaving blots of purple and red behind. Subconsciously marking his territory. His lips trailed further down to the valley of her breasts as his hands fell to the small of her back.

Growing impatient with his teasing, Sandra tugged her fingers through Demetrius’ kinky fro while deeply arching her back against the steering wheel so that her perky breasts were right within his reach.

Demetrius really couldn’t help but to chuckle at her desperation as his tongue encircled her areola before welcoming her whole nipple into his mouth. Wanting to leave no breast unattended, a free hand crept up to toy with the opposite while the other caressed her lower back. He alternated these actions often, his almond eyes never leaving hers as he witnessed her jaw slack and her eyebrows crease in immense pleasure.

“Oh my— Shit!” Sandra found it extremely difficult to hold eye contact with him now as her head flew back. The seat of her panties became saturated in her own wake as she rode out her own subtle orgasm right in the comfort of his lap.

Demetrius was barely touching the young woman and she was already cum’n for him. Words Sandra never even assumed would leave her mouth were now flying freely. He bought out the best in her if he did say so himself.

His wet lips found hers again, his arms snaking around her trembling waist before impulsively going to switch out their positions in the seat. Now she lie beneath him, admiring his features as he overshadowed her with the same thought in mind.

Minnie Riperton’s “Inside My Love” couldn’t have chosen a better time to be a symbolic representation of someone else’s union up until the very moment it played at a low volume on the stereo.

“You sure you wanna follow through with this, momma?.” Demetrius asked, stripping out his mink jacket, satin button-up and vinyl trousers, each article of clothing carelessly being hurled into the passenger seat along with the rest of hers once discarded. “It’s not as easy as it seems.”

The tent in his boxer briefs was as evident as ever now, putting Sandra’s mind in a nervous frenzy. He wanted this, but he wanted to be sure that she did too.

Sandra nodded her head vigorously to his question, her hands covering her now sensitive breasts, but that evidently weren’t enough consent for Demetrius. 

“No, I want to hear you say it.”

“Y-Yes,” She whimpered out in desperation, bringing herself up on her elbows where their lips met again. “Yes, daddy, I’m sure.”

Demetrius thought he’d lose all composure to the woman lying beneath him in that very moment, but he persevered.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” He mumbled against her lips as her cheeks radiated at his compliment for the umpteenth time that night. “Okay, momma, I need for you to listen carefully to what I’m about to ask of you,” Sandra could only nod her head in agreement. “Lay back down in this seat and spread your legs for daddy.”

With his eyes not once parting from hers, Demetrius watched as she went to recline back in the driver’s seat before her knees slightly parted. She was definitely testing his patience.

“Wider.” He ordered, voice low and authoritative as his jaw clenched.

Her legs spread the slightest as she nibbled into the corner of her lips.

“C’mon, momma,” He spanked rather roughly at her thigh, causing her to whine at the stinging mark his personalized 3-finger ring left behind. He wouldn’t have to handle her so roughly if she had been doing what he had asked of her. “Open ‘em wider so that I can see that pretty ass pussy.” He coerced, witnessing her legs fall in completely opposite directions at his command. “Yeah that’s it.”

Though he could sense her body cowering beneath his gaze due to her own insecurities, Demetrius really couldn’t help but to admire the way the thin fabric of her thong was being devoured and drowned in the arousal of her fleshy pussy.

“So fuckin’ wet...” He whispered his praise in a rich baritone, desperately wanting to play in it.

The pad of his thumb pressed directly into the area of fabric that covered her clit with much pressure, swiping to and fro as if he was working a joystick of some sort.

“Ahhh...” Sandra hissed lowly at the feeling she assumed only her fingers were capable of causing.

The way her body spasmed beneath his touch told him that he was doing something right. Her dainty hands encased his wrist as her legs pry shut in order to still his movements, even only for a stalling second, but to no avail.

“Aht, aht,” He expressed as if she were a child, tapping at her thigh yet again. “I said open ‘em.” He witnessed pleasure wash over her expression, her knees splitting the very moment she felt herself slick from the pressure of his fingers. “Good girl.”

He hooked his index finger through the seat of her panties, yanking the damp fabric aside just in the nick of time to witness the opaque cream seep from it’s opening. He impulsively went to thrust his middle finger inside her in a beckoning fashion in order to get her warmed up for the substantial course of action. His free hand going to pull his solid piece from the restraint of his briefs. He tasked between working her up and lubricating his shaft in his own saliva and precum.

“D-Daddy, aren’t we suppose to be using protection?” She stammered, feeling herself about to leak in his seat.

“I gotchu, momma. Trust me.” He persuaded, edging her orgasm by only a second when slipping his fingers from her before proceeding to bridge over her with a reassuring peck to her supple lips. “You just focus on relaxing.”

She nodded, her hands and legs impulsively falling into place on his lower back and waist. She submitted herself to him completely. It was his for the taking.

His hand remained fisting the base of his dick the moment he decided to push the head in. His thumb tracing her clit in order to alleviate some of the pain that she were in. Still her sweet gasps unified with that of Marvin Gaye’s “I Want You,” pussy clenching around him just the same way her thighs were at his waistline in attempt to stop what was coming as the roots of her natural nail beds aggressively raked into his shoulder blades.

“Open up for me, momma.” He groaned against her jawline, lingering wet kisses there as he pulled back from her tacky heat for only a split second before sinking back inside, bearing more inches than with the first.

It took a minute but her legs eventually fell open like he had asked, feet falling into the grips of the steering wheel like stirrups as her toes flexed at his penetration.

“Ow, Meechie!” She mewled, eyes screwed shut as tears clouded the vision she once had of him on top of her.

“I know, momma. I know,” He kissed away any stray tears that once stained her face. “Just a little more.” 

Demetrius could feel his self-restraint regressing as his motion against her clit increased. He pulled back to his tip once more before plunging back inside her. Far more vigorous than the first, he finally felt himself break past her hymen. Even through a pulsating ache, her walls still welcomed him with a tight hug as they accommodated to his girth. They had sealed the deal. They were finally in sync with one another.

“Oh, shit!” Demetrius subconsciously groaned, face flushing febrile and jaw clenching at the traces of her juices and crimson ichor coating his shaft when he went to pull back.

“So much pressure.” She cried out, fingers marking up his rear window and legs flailing, but this had only given him more leverage.

His hands smoothed up the back of her thighs until her knees were touching her breasts. He made it his mission to reach her soul as he began slamming almost entirely all his body weight onto her. Though still in park, the car still moved at his actions, causing her mouth to fall open with no sound and her eyes to roll back until they were damn near white.

“Ain’t no angel no more now, hm?” He smirked condescendingly, biting into his bottom lip as he listened to her pussy talking back to him over his chains. “This my pussy, baby? Tell me that it’s all mine.”

“This your pussy, daddy,” She drawled, eye twitching the slightest at his pace as her nails pierced into his waist with the shattering thought of there being nowhere to run. “All yours! Uhn, Meech—”

“You cum’n for me, baby?”

“Yeah!” She squeaked, spots now clouding her vision as she finally sprayed against him.

Demetrius had scarcely given the young woman time to recover from her first real orgasm as he effortlessly tore the thong from her fragile body before flipping her onto her side. He hoisted her ass up, pussy spreading, just to see what he was working with as he pummeled back inside her snug cover without warning. His thrusts were deep and fleeting, continuously knocking at her spot.

“Oooh-a!” Her voice trembled, once hand kneading the flesh of her breasts as the other pressed against his abdomen. His eyes boring into hers.

Their rendezvous set them back. Any prior thought of them having places to go and people to meet was nonexistent up until the distinct chime of either of their pagers reeled them back in, Demetrius’ more than likely. Foolishly enough, Sandra still went reaching into the passenger’s seat only to have her arm snatched back and pinned against her chest, their fingers interlocking.

“Don’t move,” He slapped her ass aggressively, pressing his forehead against hers. “Don’t you fucking move. I wanna feel all this pussy.”

“Okay, okay, okay, Demetrius! Fuuuck!” He had sent her into another blinding orgasm just that quick. “What are you—” She gasped.

With what little space they did have, Demetrius had still managed to slink her lower half up to his mouth before his lips closed in over her aching clit. Normally, he wasn’t a fan of performing oral on women, especially not on a first encounter such as this one, but he made an exception for Sandra, wanting her first time to be memorable. Something she could finally gloat to her friends about.

“I just came, daddy! Please!” She begged to rest although her own body betrayed her when her ankles locked around his neck and her nails went digging into his scalp, pulling him in even closer.

“One more.” He groaned against her sex, knowing damn well he would be asking her for another round before their night ended.

He held her up by her waist, sinking his index and middle finger inside her entrance before his tongue rolled against her swollen bud again. Between him salivating against her clit and the gushing sound her body produced each and every time he went to pump his fingers inside of her, she didn’t know which one bought her to a climax faster.

“Uhhhn!” A guttural moan escaped her larynx as an overfamiliar feeling washed over her. She pushed at his forearm for release. ”Let go!”

Sinking back down into the driver’s seat, her hands cupped over her convulsing pussy as she curled up into a fetal position. She was winded and in tears over this one.

“You aight, momma?” Her body flinched at his touch as he rubbed her ass in order to calm her. She could only simply nod her head to his question as he gripped her chin, bringing her in for a small kiss. One that she could still taste herself with. “All fours.” He ordered in a gruff, lightly tapping at her ass.

Sandra sniffed, swiping beneath her nose before turning onto her stomach in the seat and bringing herself up on her hands and knees.

“Arch ya back, momma.” His hands pressed at the center of her spine, causing her head to lazily fall forward onto the rest as her hips spanned against him.

“Like this, daddy?” She seductively asked while wiggling her ass from side to side.

“Exactly like that.” His hand came cracking down on her ass once more, causing her to cry out before he was palming his stiff dick again and sinking back inside her warmth. Right where he belonged.

Her breath was shallow, toes flexing against the thick fabric of her socks as she took him to the hilt. His hands remained placed at her hips as he fed her pussy long strokes. Her ass clapped against his V-cut, his heavy sac slapping against her clit as he gained momentum. He’d occasionally slip out due to how wet she really was, but he’d dive right back in, carrying that same rhythm.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah...” Her moans imitated the cadence of his thrusts each and every time their hips would meet, putting him in a trance.

The windows were fogging at this point, the air around them becoming thick in their sex as their moans were loud enough to even drown out Anita Baker’s scatting over the stereo.

“Ohhh! Fuck me, Demetrius!” She moaned between clenched teeth, catching him off guard when she went to reach back for his chains.

“Shit, Sandy,” This groan came spontaneously as his body caved at the feeling of her walls contracting around his dick with a vice grip. He hadn’t expected her to catch on so fast and start throwing it back, hell, neither had she, but she wanted his nut just as bad as he had been chasing it. “Chill, chill chill!” He exclaimed, trying to restrain himself from doing something impulsive, but she hadn’t. Not even for a second.

His hands snaked around the front of neck, yanking her upright into his chest where his breath fanned over her ear and his thrusts began to dominate hers. If she even thought that she could fuck him into oblivion before he could do the same to her, she was sadly mistaken.

“Yeah, what was all that shit that you was talkin’ now? Must’ve forgotten who’s daddy ‘round here, huh? That’s okay, I’m here to remind you, baby girl.” His pounding hadn’t slacked. His fingers pressed into her neck furthermore as his lips pressed into her ear, making her dizzy. Sandra loved how vocal he was with her just the same way he loved to feel her get her rocks off by his stamina.

“I’m cum’n, I’m cum’n, I’m cum’n!” She squealed, her nails diggin’ into his hips as her eyes rolled back.

“Shit, me too, momma.” He groaned, his dick twitching inside her the second she seized against him while her cream slid off on his shaft.

With his hand remaining clasped around her neck, he pulled from her and immediately went to jerking his dick until spurts cum landed on her plump ass, lower back and his lower stomach. The sight was most rewarding.

He released her from his hold, her body falling into the chair once more as she struggled to keep her eyes open. The duo scarcely had time to collect themselves as there was a light tap against the driver’s side window.

The unwanted company was just a boy. Brown in complexion and unbelievably lanky in height and weight, an estimated 5′9″ at most if you had let Sandra tell it. He sported a hi-top fade, leather jacket and an overfamiliar 50 Boyz pendant identical to Demetrius’ which told her this wasn’t a stranger after all. He was an ally.

“Yo, Meech? You in there? Open up.” His knuckles impatiently drummed against the window again. He took a swift pull from his joint before attempting to peer past Demetrius’ tints.

“Shit!” Demetrius’ whispered, reaching for the glove compartment in a panic as Sandra went reaching for all the straps of clothing belonging to her that were thankfully still intact in the passenger seat.

Kraft paper napkins fell out onto the car floor where Sandra’s handbag and quads rested. Demetrius had still managed to catch a few, quickly going to wipe his jizz from his body as well as hers. She climbed into the backseat to pull on her clothes while Demetrius readjusted his seat, only bothering to toss on his briefs and button-up since there was only so much time to spare before the boy had gotten anymore suspicious than what he already was and called a whole SWAT team on his whereabouts. They didn’t need anymore intrusions as this was already embarrassing enough.

Demetrius cracked his window enough to where the boy could see his eyes.

“Yo? What’s up, B-Mickie?” Demetrius greeted his fellow caporegime.

“What’s up with me? Nigga, what’s up with you? I’ve been paging you since eleven. Here it is damn near going on one. Kato said she seen ya whip parked ‘round here, so I had to come check in.”

Demetrius had to catch himself from spazzing at the mention of Kato for B-Mickie’s sake. He understood his developing crush on the woman, but he had only hopes he was being wary of the company he kept. Her energy had been way off putting as of lately.

“So I guess you and Kato must be my parents now, huh?” Demetrius asked, his overfamiliar sarcasm finally leaking through.

B-Mickie could only kiss his teeth, taking another drag from his joint since it were the only thing keeping him warm then.

“Ain’t nobody even say all that, man. We were just concerned about you, that’s all.”

“Well you two should be more “concerned” about dishing out those rocks next time rather than me resting.”

“Resting?” B-Mickie chuckled at his audacity, flicking the ashes of his joint onto the pavement. “Yeah, okay, Meech. You got it.”

“Nigga, what’s so funny?”

“Nothin’, except the skates with pink wheels and Gucci bag in the floor of your passenger seat really add a nice touch to the finish.” Sandra’s fingers grew immobile against the fly of her jeans as she looked to Demetrius for an excuse of some sort, but he choked. B-Mickie was definitely on to them by now. “But before you lie about them being Nicole’s, I got a pretty good angle of the rearview from here. Great choice. She from ‘round here?”

“Get the fuck—” Demetrius was seconds away from stepping outside the vehicle until it registered that he was only clad in a top and undergarments. Maybe next time.

“Don’t answer that,” B-Mickie winked. “I’ll see you later, Meech. Goodnight, beautiful.” His palm came down on the roof of Demetrius’ bimmer a few times before he casually walked away.

Demetrius’ head fell back against the rest with an sigh of defeat just as Sandra had climbed her way back into the passenger seat with a sly smile tugging at her bare lips.

“Damn, girl,” Demetrius grinned sheepishly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You done got me caught up.” He could only hope that word hadn’t spread amongst those apart of his mob by now, but he knew B-Mickie’s intentions were nothing short of lighthearted. He had faith in him. He was loyal.

“No, you got yourself caught up when you decided to fuck me the way that you did,” Sandra stated, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror of the sun visor though it really did nothing in restoring her once kempt appearance. “Now come on and run me back home before more of your henchmen spin the block with a target on my back.”

“So I guess this is the part where I become grab-and-go dick for whenever you’re feeling spontaneous?” He questioned, aggressively pulling his trousers up around his waistline.

“Let’s just see how things pan out on the rug of my living room before I make that decision.” She smirked, his expression mirroring hers at the very mention of a second round.

“You tryna do it anywhere.” He chuckled, his hand fumbling for the gearshift and switch ignition before turning it to it’s “Start” point and peeling off into the night.

Sandra really hadn’t expected for this night to carry on further than their earlier phone conversation, let alone it ending with Demetrius being granted access to her most vital secrecy, but there she was. She didn’t know how far they were both willing to take this or where it’d even end, but she was definitely in for the ride.

“Hell yeah.” She nodded her head confidently before strapping herself in for the journey home.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sandra ゛⠀pepa⠀〟jacqueline denton，circa 1988 as 𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐄 ゛⠀𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐗𝐘⠀〟

⤷ occupation：sandra’s best friend

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀myles truitt as 𝐁-𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 ❪d. meeks❫

⤷ occupation：caporegime of 50 boyz╱bmf

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[irumatheassassin]

Chapter 6: "The Assassin Who Saved Walter Park"

[Iruma looks as everyone else fights while he's on the sidelines]

Iruma: (*sighs*)...

Ali: Iruma?

Iruma: ...If I had gun I'd probably be a better help than here on the sidelines.

Ali: You have magic, Iruma. You could easily take one of those beasts down by yourself if you really wanted to.

Iruma: I know, but the last I used your magic all at once, I passed out. Like you said from when I first met you, I can't be abusing my magic like that.

Ali: I'm glad you're taking my words to heart, but I think I can help you with your little problem. I don't know if it would work, but it's worth a try.

Iruma: Huh?

Ali: There's a spell that can create weapons out of materials. Any kind of weapon as long as you imagine it and it's full function. But it depends. Is this gun thing a machine type weapon?

Iruma: Yes. It's a long ranged weapon used with gunpowder and metal to shoot targets.

Ali: Gunpowder again? Well you could probably make something similar that can shoot like gunpowder but replaced by magic. Just grab a metal piece.

[Iruma looks around and grabs a piece of metal rubble on the ground]

Ali: Imagine your weapon hard with all its function but powered by magic and say "Quartz Quartz".

[Iruma closes his eyes]

Iruma: Quartz Quartz!

[Iruma's metal piece turns into a sniper rifle]

Ali: Now try to shoot.

Iruma: Okay!

[Iruma aims at the beast fighting Balam, Asmodeus & Sabnock then shoots with a small strong piercing blast of magic that instantly kills the beast straight through their head, shocking the three demons]

Iruma: Oh wow! It actually worked!

Ali: And oddly with less magic.

Iruma: Well sniper rifles are meant to be a small but powerful instantaneous shot that need a lot of focus. You don't have to win with many blunt attacks, you just have to kill it once with one sharp attack.

Ali: Your very scary, Iruma. Are all humans like this?

Iruma: No, it's just how my third year in middle school classroom was taught.

Ali: Right that Assassination Classroom.

[Balam, Asmodeus & Sabnock rush towards Iruma]

Asmodeus: That was amazing, Master Iruma!

Sabnock: Just as expected of my rival! But what in the world was that attack? What is that weapon? May I see it?

Iruma: Oh s-sure!

[Both Asmodeus & Sabnock are looking at the weapon in amazement before it breaks apart]

Iruma: I-I guess it's a one time thing...

Balam: (*whispers to Iruma*) That's a human weapon you used in your "Assassination Classroom" days?

Iruma: (*whispers to Balam*) Yeah, but I replaced the function of using gunpowder with magic instead. So when you shoot, it uses some of the user's magic.

Balam: (*whispers to Iruma*) ...So it's like a magic bow and arrow? Why didn't you just use that?! Demons don't know the concept of guns!

Iruma: (*whispers to Balam*) I only know how to use guns... I never did archery before so I wouldn't know how to aim with it...

Balam: (*whispers to Iruma*) Fair enough. Just try to be careful.

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[Timeskip to after Iruma absorbs the magic from the Giant Magical Beast]

Iruma: Thank you for the meal!

(Iruma sees a worn out Ameri being targeted by another demon as he takes a metal piece)

Iruma: Ameri get down! Quartz Quartz!

(Iruma gets his sniper rifle again, which shocks a lot of the demons, and he aims at the demon's leg who is stunned)

Demon: GAH!

Iruma: (Gotcha!)

Ameri: What?

Kalego: What did you just-?

Iruma: That demon was about to attack the president. Don't worry, I just stunned him in the leg. He's paralyzed right now, but he'll recover.

Kalego: Impressive... and with a weapon I never seen before. Well then again, this is the first I seen you use that spell with that magic blast. You're full of surprises, which means you'll be more of a problem than I thought.

Iruma: S-Sorry Professor...

Kalego: Well we'll just take him to custody for negotiations. He's probably one of the people associated with the terrorists who summoned these magical beasts. And Iruma, stop jumping into dangerous situations so recklessly, you'll be the literal death of me.

Kalego: (Giving me a damn heart attack everytime he does stuff like this!)

Iruma: Y-Yes sir.

Balam: ...

[Iruma looks to Balam who just looks at Iruma]

Iruma: (Balam is staring at very intensely...)

Balam: (What part of trying to be careful does this kid not understand?!)

[tuffin-tuffmuffin]

Iruma Says Fuck

Mairuma Discord Shipping Challenge Day 10

prompt: learning

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 A thud, a gasp, and a “FUCK!” roused Ameri from her drowsiness. She rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was dreaming. Did Iruma just fucking swear?

  She pushed herself up, sending the facedown textbook on her stomach tumbling to the floor. Her head turned to see her boyfriend hopping on one foot, hands clutching the other. It didn’t take much deduction to guess the character-breaking culprit was the table he stood next to, but she needed to clear the important questions out of the way.

  Firstly...   “Iruma, are you alright?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he called back, lowering his foot gingerly. “Just banged my toe. It mostly just surprised me”

  She breathed a sigh of relief, he was okay.

  Secondly...

  “On that table?”

  “Well, yes.”

  Ameri furrowed her brow. “Iruma, there’s nothing around it for at least two meters. Can’t you see it?”

  “Well, no. It’s dark”

  She blinked. “It’s not...” She began, and trailed off. Ameri looked up at her ceiling light, not on full blast of course, because who would do that to themselves after a long and stressful school day? She looked back down, seeing Iruma’s eyes staring vaguely in her direction. She could hardly notice those beautiful baby blue irises of his, that’s how wide his pupils were. Round, diurnal pupils, unlike a demon’s... unlike her own vertically slitted-pupils, which made a little light a lot.

  Ameri tssked at herself. Iruma didn’t see that menacing, immobile table because he really couldn’t see that table, and he really deserved better.   “I forgot you can’t do the dark as easily,” she said. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn them up next time you’re around.”

  He’d fumbled around for a chair at this point, sitting rubbing his poor toe through the sock. “You don’t have to do that just for me, Ameri,” Iruma said back.

  “Oh. Would you rather me take your hand and lead you around instead?” She joked. Well, half-joked, half-flirted.

  He half-laughed and half-blushed, so her line worked perfectly. Ameri shot him a tender smile, not that he could see it.

  Thirdly...

  She fully pushed herself up, expression dropping to genuine concern. “Also, did I just hear you curse?”

  Iruma stopped, eyes wide at the accusation. He racked his brain. “I think I did, actually.”

  And it was her turn to be shocked. “Iruma! No!” She chided.

  He huffed. “What!? Am I not allowed to swear?”

  “Well you can I suppose. But, you don’t swear!” She huffed right back, her mental image of her cute and perfect little Iruma running headfirst into a cruel reality where Iruma says fuck. “Who taught you that?”

  “I don’t remember, but I’ve heard it a lot of times. What, did you think I went my entire life without being exposed to a single swear word?”

  To be honest, she kind of did. Fuck, nobody to blame, except her own pedestaling. He was innocent and pure but that doesn’t mean he was obligated to be her idea of pure innocence. In the end it was his mind and his mouth, and she needed to respect that. Besides, what a weird thing to get hung up on, even more so when Ameri noticed she’d been mentally swearing in response. Still...

  Ameri hastily added a Fourthly...

  “You could say something funny and cute instead...” She mumbled, twirling a hair as she reached for excuses.

  “Well,” Iruma quipped, “For a minor injury, it’s scientifically proven swearing actually *can* reduce your feelings of pain by upping your pain threshold and providing a distraction, and works better than random or made-up words. It’s a really good technique for stuff like stubbed toes!”

  “What, really? I didn’t know that, but it would explain a lot.”

  “Mhmmm. So uh, that’s also kinda why I said it, you know...?” He said, trailing off.

  Ameri silently grumbled, logically and emotionally beat. She begrudgingly accepted the fuckery, emphasis on “begrudgingly.” Iruma still couldn’t see or hear her yet seemed to read her thoughts anyways as he said, “I’m not a little kid anymore, Ameri.”   He was right. The boy she loved today was a far cry from the cowardly fish-out-of-water she first bumped into, and Ameri thanked her lucky moons every day for being able to help him along the way.

  But then she still saw his feet dangling off her chair and couldn’t get over it, so she rolled over the couch and went to reassuringly pat his adorable head. She whispered to him very quietly and lovingly, “No matter what happens... you’ll still be little compared to me.”

  “Say that to my fucking face, Ameri.”

  She lowered her head right into his trap because he kissed her right on the lips and there went all of her words except for one. Fuck.

[ichika27]

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep18

Was gonna post this days ago but I decided to do twewy-related stuff first lol.

Anyways, lots of pictures below again. At least 20, I think. Talks of ships below as well.

The last time we saw them, Iruma had jumped in front of the beast preparing to shoot a blast of magic in front of Ronove. Everyone else is worried but don’t know what to do cause if they tried to help, they’d get blasted, too. It seems though that Iruma himself has a plan.

Iruma plans to use Ali-san’s ability to swallow the huge amount of magic to eat the blast of it the beast is going to release saying he thought it was possible since Ali-san is the Ring of Gluttony. Arikured is surprised by this and complains at first but agrees he could do such a thing but Iruma's strength will be needed to succeed.

Remember that spell Iruma learned before about changing the appearance of something? Iruma uses that magic spell to turn Ali-san into this... cat thing. Giant cat thing idk so it could swallow the magic. Ali-san swallows the entire beast and let it explode inside him. Once it was over, the sky clears up, too. The plan totally worked and Ali-san is full!

Does this mean Iruma could use the power that got eaten from the beasts?

Trouble is over and Iruma gets together with his friends again. His friends were all worried about him though and Kalego-sensei came up to tell him he'd been reckless again. Iruma says he hasn't forgotten about what Kalego-sensei had said before at the home visit and that he had now finally understood what sensei meant. He was so used to danger due to almost always being in one himself that he never realized how bad such situations were until everyone else he cared about got affected. He adds that he gave it everything he's got even though he wasn't sure he'd even win because he wants to protect everyone and holding onto that ideal is part of his "desire".

I’m happy this arc helped some of them grow and show the growth of those who already have. Pretty cool.

Random screenshot but I just wanna direct your attention to fluffy Kalego-sensei who is being adorable right now. I cannot take him seriously when he’s like this and even when he’s angry, this form makes it look adorable.

Back to the story.

While all the mess is happening on the surface, Kiriwo-senpai has finally been found by the Six Fingers who are there to help him escape under the orders of Baal. The other escaping inmates are also in the area but still behind bars and Kiriwo-senpai tells them that he never planned to help them escape alongside him and never said he'd do such thing in the first place.

I kinda feel bad for them but they are also bad people so, eh.

Upon donning the same coat the Six Fingers' wear, one of the prisoners had the realization that unlike all of them there who are merely "bad", Kiriwo is actually "evil".

One of the Six Fingers asked why they couldn't just let the prisoners escape, too as it'll help in causing chaos and Kiriwo-senpai answers that seeing the despair the prisoners are gonna be in when they realize they'd never be let out despite going this far will be fun to see. Plus, they're not strong enough and will be caught again anyways.

I missed seeing Kiriwo-senpai’s evil hairstyle. It’s been a while. I guess this answers the question I had back in season 1: Kiriwo-senpai chose to be evil. Sad but I should’ve seen it coming.

Back on the surface, a parade starts and on the float are the heroes who saved Walter Park. While Iruma is properly mentioned, the owner, Rossevelt also shows off his son (Ronove does call him Legend-daddy as in the English word lol). The owner thanks Iruma for saving the park and calls him a hero.

They look alike except for the mustache and hair length. Anime genetics never fail. Does Legend-daddy also sing his own bgm?

Unbeknownst to our heroes, Kiriwo-senpai is around the corner watching the parade. He's surprised to find out that not only was Iruma also at Walter Park at this time but Iruma is also the one to defeat the beast. Instead of being angry at another evil plan foiled, Kiriwo-senpai says that this must be destiny and was happy to see Iruma. He was gonna walk out into the crowd but snaps out of this happy state by a call from Baal.

Senpai really blurs the line between love and hate cause he acts similarly when it comes to Iruma. Congrats to the fans of this ship for getting this scene and also, I still don’t know the ship name for them. How do I tag this?

Back to the phone call, Baal isn't happy that the park still stands. Walter Park is created to vent out demons' evil cycle after all and he has no need for that in his goals as he prefers that the demons go way beyond the evil cycle and just become ultimately evil. Unfortunately for him, the authorities are coming and they can't really do much else so he tells Kiriwo-senpai and the rest to escape already.

After being told to escape, Kiriwo-senpai says that this isn’t the end and declares that he and Iruma will meet again as they are destined enemies.

I guess in Iruma’s harem, he’s the “enemies to lovers” love interest lol.

Iruma looks at the direction where Kiriwo-senpai was but of course, he doesn’t see anything and he’s none the wiser.

Opera gives Iruma back his backpack at the float. As Iruma looks inside for his stuff, he finds the note his grandfather gave him of things he must do on his trip with the final one on the list being "Have fun with everyone!". Iruma looks at his smiling friends and thinks that even though a lot of scary things happened today, he still did have fun with them. Aww so cute!

Iruma gets reunited with his worried grandpa who goes to the hotel to check on him. Iruma says he couldn't go home early as Ronove's dad let them stay at the hotel as thanks for saving the park. Ronove’s dad adds that they are also Sullivan's students so he's happy to give them such things. Iruma tells his grandpa that he's happy and okay and that the teachers and Opera protected them. Grandpa Sullivan decided that the three adults would be given the job of protecting Iruma from now on (and Kalego-sensei felt a chill down his spine elsewhere in the hotel lol).

These two adults are the same. They probably won’t stop talking about their kids if you’re around them. Reminds me of FMA’s Maes Hughes (thought still makes me sad).

While the teachers are discussing information about the attacks, Kalego-sensei goes to his room to find his team on the bed making fun of the stuff he said earlier much to his annoyance. The boys said wanted to stay in the teachers' room as it's better than the room they got but Kalego-sensei quickly kicks them out.

The girls also get rewards and are allowed to get any clothes they wanted which made them happy. Ronove’s dad is pretty generous, huh? Like, I know these guys deserve it for all their hard work but the guy looks so happy that he’d probably still be nice to them even without all the trouble happening.

They are all also given an all-you-can-eat buffet. Iruma eats a ton of food obviously. Clara is having fun at the chocolate fountain thing and Ronove is trying to make Agares eat. Those two got close, huh? lol I wonder if Ronove’s doing this to try and make Agares unattractive or something. It’ll be cool if they became friends though with their very contrasting personalities and all.

While everyone is having fun inside, Iruma leaves without anyone else realizing except for Ameri who decides to follow. They end up at the rooftop by themselves with Ameri trying to calm herself down as she's thinking of romantic stuff as it’s just the two of them. Iruma then reminds Ameri of the question she asked him before about his goal and tells her he finally found one: he wants have fun with everyone. He's willing to change in order to be able to protect that ideal of his. Ameri is happy to see Iruma has grown.

Ameri decided that she also wants to give it her all for her own desires and ambitions. She then tries to tell Iruma something but sadly she gets cockblocked by Clara and Azz both appearing. Ameri gives up for now and tells Iruma to just go with his friends.

Before leaving, Iruma asks Ameri a question - the same thing she was going to ask him earlier! He asks if they could hang out sometimes but just the two of them and she passes out from this lol.

Congratulations to Iruma x Ameri fans for getting a scene like this, too. I also don’t know the ship name for them. Anyways, why is it just the senpais getting a moment with Iruma? Ameri has been getting a lot of moments, too and it’s making me wonder if she’s endgame.

lol also, Ameri is worried about the other female rivals not realizing there’s another threat somewhere else.

While all that teen drama is happening, both Romiere's dad and Iruma's grandpa are being interviewed on tv. The two men then tell everyone how their kids and those kids' friends are the heroes of Walter Park. Since Iruma's name had been specifically mentioned (with everyone knowing the heroes are "Iruma and friends"), there ends up being reporters outside the hotel wanting to see Iruma the next day. Iruma, of course, doesn't like this popularity. With the thought that there may also be reporters waiting at his home, Clara offers to let Iruma stay at her house.

Oooh... will we finally get Iruma x Clara and Iruma x Azz moments as well? Hehehe

There's something new in the ED video by the way! This used to be for Kuromu but now it’s for these boys! Cute!

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I’m guessing this is the end of this arc? I wonder what the last one will be since we only have like, what, 6 episodes more? What kind of arc will it be, I wonder cause this one had battles.

Okay, the end where the heroes are mentioned to be “Iruma and friends”, I’m happy and surprised that none of the others were bothered by this at all. No one complained about why Iruma is the only one specifically named. It didn’t cause a fight between the entire group unlike what would’ve happened if this was any other story. I get why Iruma got proper credit as he is the one to end the incident and saved everyone around from being fried but his friends did a lot of work, too and it’d have been better if they were all credited properly in the news. None of them were mad though and are happy that they won because they did their best.

Ronove calling his dad “Legend-daddy” will never not be cute and funny to me. His dad, despite being rich enough to own this entire park, isn’t an annoying, arrogant asshole and I like that. I’m happy that most characters in this show subvert my expectations and they make me like them more.

I’m sorry if I don’t tag ships in my mairuma posts but I don’t know any of the series’ ship names lol. Speaking of ships, as I mentioned before, Ameri’s been getting a lot of moments with Iruma or focus on her growing feelings for Iruma. Kiriwo-senpai only showed up a bit in this arc and got a bit for himself, too. Kuromu and Clara only had a bit when Iruma went evil cycle and I wonder if they’d get more, too. I personally ship him with Azz so I wish they’d gets some moments as well. Eiko gets hers mostly on the “Interval” segments.

So... is it possible to have a mairuma dating sim or not? Look at how many routes are available! XD

Anyways, focus next time is on Clara’s family probably with Iruma spending time there. I expect another Valac Family musical! XD

Thanks for reading!

[avi0409]

Chapter 6: "The Assassin Who Saved Walter Park"

[Iruma looks as everyone else fights while he's on the sidelines]

Iruma: (*sighs*)...

Ali: Iruma?

Iruma: ...If I had gun I'd probably be a better help than here on the sidelines.

Ali: You have magic, Iruma. You could easily take one of those beasts down by yourself if you really wanted to.

Iruma: I know, but the last I used your magic all at once, I passed out. Like you said from when I first met you, I can't be abusing my magic like that.

Ali: I'm glad you're taking my words to heart, but I think I can help you with your little problem. I don't know if it would work, but it's worth a try.

Iruma: Huh?

Ali: There's a spell that can create weapons out of materials. Any kind of weapon as long as you imagine it and it's full function. But it depends. Is this gun thing a machine type weapon?

Iruma: Yes. It's a long ranged weapon used with gunpowder and metal to shoot targets.

Ali: Gunpowder again? Well you could probably make something similar that can shoot like gunpowder but replaced by magic. Just grab a metal piece.

[Iruma looks around and grabs a piece of metal rubble on the ground]

Ali: Imagine your weapon hard with all its function but powered by magic and say "Quartz Quartz".

[Iruma closes his eyes]

Iruma: Quartz Quartz!

[Iruma's metal piece turns into a sniper rifle]

Ali: Now try to shoot.

Iruma: Okay!

[Iruma aims at the beast fighting Balam, Asmodeus & Sabnock then shoots with a small strong piercing blast of magic that instantly kills the beast straight through their head, shocking the three demons]

Iruma: Oh wow! It actually worked!

Ali: And oddly with less magic.

Iruma: Well sniper rifles are meant to be a small but powerful instantaneous shot that need a lot of focus. You don't have to win with many blunt attacks, you just have to kill it once with one sharp attack.

Ali: Your very scary, Iruma. Are all humans like this?

Iruma: No, it's just how my third year in middle school classroom was taught.

Ali: Right that Assassination Classroom.

[Balam, Asmodeus & Sabnock rush towards Iruma]

Asmodeus: That was amazing, Master Iruma!

Sabnock: Just as expected of my rival! But what in the world was that attack? What is that weapon? May I see it?

Iruma: Oh s-sure!

[Both Asmodeus & Sabnock are looking at the weapon in amazement before it breaks apart]

Iruma: I-I guess it's a one time thing...

Balam: (*whispers to Iruma*) That's a human weapon you used in your "Assassination Classroom" days?

Iruma: (*whispers to Balam*) Yeah, but I replaced the function of using gunpowder with magic instead. So when you shoot, it uses some of the user's magic.

Balam: (*whispers to Iruma*) ...So it's like a magic bow and arrow? Why didn't you just use that?! Demons don't know the concept of guns!

Iruma: (*whispers to Balam*) I only know how to use guns... I never did archery before so I wouldn't know how to aim with it...

Balam: (*whispers to Iruma*) Fair enough. Just try to be careful.

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[Timeskip to after Iruma absorbs the magic from the Giant Magical Beast]

Iruma: Thank you for the meal!

(Iruma sees a worn out Ameri being targeted by another demon as he takes a metal piece)

Iruma: Ameri get down! Quartz Quartz!

(Iruma gets his sniper rifle again, which shocks a lot of the demons, and he aims at the demon's leg who is stunned)

Demon: GAH!

Iruma: (Gotcha!)

Ameri: What?

Kalego: What did you just-?

Iruma: That demon was about to attack the president. Don't worry, I just stunned him in the leg. He's paralyzed right now, but he'll recover.

Kalego: Impressive... and with a weapon I never seen before. Well then again, this is the first I seen you use that spell with that magic blast. You're full of surprises, which means you'll be more of a problem than I thought.

Iruma: S-Sorry Professor...

Kalego: Well we'll just take him to custody for negotiations. He's probably one of the people associated with the terrorists who summoned these magical beasts. And Iruma, stop jumping into dangerous situations so recklessly, you'll be the literal death of me.

Kalego: (Giving me a damn heart attack everytime he does stuff like this!)

Iruma: Y-Yes sir.

Balam: ...

[Iruma looks to Balam who just looks at Iruma]

Iruma: (Balam is staring at very intensely...)

Balam: (What part of trying to be careful does this kid not understand?!)

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[writeraquamarinara]

♣️👀💕

You’re my: biggest supporter (idk anyone who hypes up my writing as much as you tbh) and baking inspo

How I met you: the bughead server (like u said, oh how the mighty have fallen) i think? idek how that happened tho. like did dottie introduce us on there or did u respond to my requests for a beta? truly no idea

Why I follow you: because ur blog is incredible my guy!! some days i feel like i could go through it and reblog literally everything you've posted. we have the same otps and basically the same interests, although i'll admit u've got way more food on ur blog than i do

Your blog is: i literally just spilled my guts out re: your blog above, so i'll refrain from doing so once again -- u already know how i feel about it

Your URL is: the most grammar-nerd url i've ever seen and that's so u and that's why i love it (and u)

Your icon is: a piece of abstract art that i Vibe with

A random fact I know about you: u love bread! despite there never really being any in ur house!

General opinion: you're one of the smartest, most well-read, most talented people i know and i think u deserve the world and more

A random thought I have: i've been answering these asks in silence this entire time so I'm gonna blast gotta work by amerie (a BOP lemme tell u) in a sec

[drawlfoy]

The Wonders of Ohio P.1

masterlist request guidelines okay i keep saying i’m on a hiatus and i literally start like 7 series kill me now

pairing: draco x muggle!reader

request: requested from my 14 year old brain...and her wattpad account...

summary: american high school senior y/n is roped into hosting a british exchange student, and something doesn’t seem quite right.

a/n: i wanted to do some country other than mine but it wouldn’t make sense for him to be sent to a UK family (wayy too close) and also i don’t want to assume things about a culture i am not a part of. so. yeah. sorry for this being such an ameri-centric blog, i’d like to change that but for now this is my guilty pleasure self-insert fic, along with all my fellow muggle high school seniors out here.

warnings: language. intense americanness. god i hate america

tags!!! i love you all so dearly wtf @accio-rogers @eltanin-malfoy @geeksareunique

music recs: orinoco flow from enya ( i know it’s a meme shhh it fits the scene i have of draco entering the us so well)

word count: 2,174

also: i’ll be writing the entirety of this from y/n’s point of view...i’m giving draco a rest

“So...his parents are worried about his safety in England?” Y/N shifted in her car seat, wincing as the hot leather scorched her bare arms.

“They weren’t entirely clear on it,” her mother said. She had just pushed the key into the ignition, and hot air was blasting out of the AC at an uncomfortable rate. “I’m sure you read the news about the poor people who were going missing over there...and he seems to be from a well-off family who can afford this kind of venture...”

“Did you ever tell me his name?”

“Draco Malfoy.”

Y/N nearly spat out the sip of water she had just taken, spinning around to stare at his mom. “Draco? What kind of name is that?”

“Sweetheart, be nice now,” she reprimanded, giving her a stern look. “It seems as though this family has been through a lot. I remember them mentioning something about being political targets.”

“That’s funny. I don’t remember reading anything about the Malfoy family in BBC or anything.” Y/N frowned and set her water bottle in the cup holder, turning away to watch the scenery of her state pass by.

“Perhaps it’s confidential,” her mother said. “It’s best that we don’t pressure him too much. It’s just our job to make him comfortable for a year, that’s all.”

“That’s all? You want me to give up my senior year to make some random rich boy comfortable?”

“Y/N,” her mother warned. “You’ll be civil. I know it’s strange, but I can assure you that he’ll find his own group of friends after the first week or so of school. He’ll be like a brother.”

“I can only try.” Y/N glanced up at the clock in the car, noticing that it was already 10 past 4. “Aren’t we a bit late? I thought that the program said that they wanted us at the pick-up point at 4.”

“Did they?” Mrs. Y/L/N seemed hardly concerned. “I don’t think that it’ll matter. This is an exchange program after all, you remember how they were last year in the summer. The bus didn’t even show up with all the kids until half past the hour. Speaking of which, did you happen to bring the sign?”

“How could I have made a sign with his name on it if I didn’t know what it was, Mom?”

Her mother swore under her breath, her eyes darting around the car. “You’re right. I completely forgot to tell you, you know, with the PTA meeting and everything last night...”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N mumbled. “It was a real rager.”

“Do we have any paper in here?” Mrs. Y/L/N began opening the glove department and sorting through it.

“Mom! I’ll do it! Keep your eyes on the road, please!” Pushing her mother’s hands away, she began going through it. There was nothing but a crumpled napkin, a “Wonders of Ohio” pamphlet, and a slightly dried EXPO dry-erase marker.

“Yeah, we have some,” Y/N muttered, uncapping the EXPO marker and writing the words “Welcome Draco!” on the unfolded tour pamphlet.

“Oh, Y/N, that’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Maybe if the PTA bake sale meeting wasn’t so crazy, we’d be in a different situation right now.” Y/N broke into a fit of laughter, leading her mother to do the same. “I swear. He’s not gonna want to come home with us. I think he’d probably take being a political target over going home with rednecks like us.”

“You’re bad, Y/N.”

Their conversation was cut short as they arrived in a school parking lot that Y/N had been in many times to pick up exchange students for the summer. Today, it was a bit different. The crispier fall air had turned the leaves orange and red, each color illuminated brightly by the sun, which was now hitting the earth at a sharper angle.

And, most curious of all, there was only one car in the parking lot.

“See, I told you that they wouldn’t be here yet,” her mother said, motioning to the empty lot.

“But...aren’t there usually coordinators? And other parents?”

Something was beginning to feel...off.

“Well...I suppose so,” she said, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “Yes, I guess this is a bit unusual.”

Their confusion only grew as they pulled into the closest parking space to the front. No one was there to greet them, which was very odd. Normally there were some adults who organized the exchange program set up a refreshments table and supplied sign building equipment in the case that you had forgotten...but today, things were different.

“Maybe year-long exchanges are just different?” Y/N suggested as they both stepped out of the car and made their way to the waiting area.

“I don’t see why they would be,” Mrs. Y/L/N said, frowning. “However, I think that this is being done by a third party program. Shannon told me that while our usual program was helping, a different one was doing most of the diplomatic and visa work.”

The two waited for about two minutes in silence. Y/N had folded and unfolded her “Welcome Draco” sign probably around 6 times before a pop rang out, loud enough to startle her.

“What was that?” she yelped, turning to see her mother just as concerned. 

“I don’t know, doll. Maybe someone is having...car troubles?” 

Y/N knew that that wasn’t true, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she was more focused on the two two tall figures walking towards them on the street. One had a certified dad body, tall with a broad chest that was only accentuated by a strange button-up with flamingos on it (and a sports jacket?). The man’s hair was what stood out most of all: a shock of carrot orange hair, nearly identical to the turning leaves around him. A very strange tri-cornered Revolutionary style hat was perched on top of his head.

His companion was taller but wiry, clad in long dark green cloak that flowed in the wind. As they got closer, Y/N realized how ridiculous the guy looked. His hair was a startling white blonde, but he had the face of someone around her age.

“Hello!” 

The older man stopped halfway through the parking lot, waving and grinning at Y/N and her mother. They both waved back, trading glances of amusement.

“Hi?” Y/N raised her voice. “Do you need help?”

The man’s face split even further into a grin. “Are you the Y/L/N family?” His voice had turned into a yell to battle the sound of a car alarm that had sounded just a few streets over. 

“What was that? You need to come closer,” Mrs. Y/L/N yelled back, motioning for them to approach. The man sent the blonde boy a pleased look, almost as if to say “see? That wasn’t too hard”. They began walking, but the carrot haired man seemed especially fascinated with the other car that was parked by them. He froze in the lot, staring at the white Subaru, mesmerized as the brake lights turned on and the car began to ease back--right in their direction.

“Oh my god...he’s gonna get hit, Mom!” They shared a concerned look before they both cupped their hands to their mouths.

“Sir, you need to move! That car’s going to hit you!” 

They watched in horror as the Subaru slowly eased out of the parking lot, getting within a foot of the man before the blonde boy yanked him out of the way. Y/N could’ve sworn she heard the man say “Marvelous! Just fascinating!”.

“Jesus Christ, Mom, do you think they’re methheads or something?” Y/N made sure to drop her voice to a hushed whisper, worriedly turning towards her. “Should we get in the car and go? What if they’re going to kill us?”

“You’re too overdramatic,” Mrs. Y/L/N reprimanded...but Y/N could see how she was turning her car keys over and over in her hands. “If they come close and making strange advances, then we run, okay?” 

“Sounds good,” Y/N said, her voice weak as the two men stepped up onto the curb and began to get within earshot.

“Are you the Y/L/N family?” the man asked. His British accent shocked Y/N, and suddenly it all made sense.

“Yes, that’s us,” her mother said. 

Now that they were closer, Y/N got a good look at the boy in the green cloak. His features were sharply aristocratic, with a nose that looked like it belonged on a statue out of the Renaissance. She felt him looking her over with the same amount of intensity and immediately crumpled up her Wonders of Ohio pamphlet, shoving it into her pocket. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the man said. “I’m Arthur Weasley. This is Draco Malfoy.” 

The boy’s scowl only deepened once Mr. Weasley nudged him forward with his elbow. “Say hello, Draco,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes carrying a degree of desperation. 

“Hello.” His voice was cold and uninterested, just like the weight of his gaze. 

“I’m Y/N,” she offered, throwing on a forced smile. “And this is my mother, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You can call me whatever you’d like, Y/N, even Mom if that’s what you prefer,” Mrs. L/N said. Draco visibly winced at that. 

“Mrs. L/N is fine with me.” 

Y/N cringed at the painful amount of awkwardness. “Where’s your stuff, Draco?” 

Before he could answer, Mr. Weasley jumped in, unfolding a piece of paper and reading it verbatim. “Mr. Malfoy’s luggage is having some trouble getting through cus...customs? Customs. His items will arrive at your place of residence shortly.”

“Did you try to sneak a musket in here to win back the US for the British crown or something?” Y/N couldn’t help but let a snicker slip through. Mr. Weasley seemed to pick up that she’d attempted to make a joke and bellowed a laugh while Draco simply stared her down.

“No.” 

“This is going to be so much fun,” her mother exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “If there’s nothing more to do, we can go ahead and head home. I’m sure you want to rest, Draco.”

Y/N noticed that he flinched every time his name was uttered, and this time was no exception. 

Silence ensued until Mr. Weasley decided to break it. “Sounds like a splendid plan. Feel free to owl--contact me if you need anything, or if Mr. Malfoy here misbehaves in...” He paused to send a glare to Draco, “...any way. The Ministry can’t thank you enough for your help.”

With that, he turned and walked around the corner of the building in the opposite way he came, leaving Draco to stand awkwardly in front of them. Despite his expensive appearance and haughty attitude, it was clear that he didn’t know what to do with his right hand as he kept tucking and untucking it from his pocket. 

“Didn’t you guys come from a different direction?” Mrs. Y/L/N puzzled, staring back in the direction they came. A loud pop rang out once more.

“That’s very odd,” Y/N commented. She could tell that Draco was frozen up, his left hand curled up into a fist. “No matter. Let’s get you home. I call shotgun.”

“Y/N, no, he gets shotgun,” her mother corrected, walking towards their car. Draco trailed behind them with a very confused expression on his face. 

‘Fine, fine,” she moaned, flinging open the backseat. Once they had settled in--she had noticed that Draco took a fair bit of time to buckle his seat-belt--Y/N leaned forward over the console to look at him. “Do they not have cars in England or something?”

“Y/N!” 

Y/N ignored her mother’s shocked comment and looked at him expectantly. 

“You could say that,” he muttered, refusing to make eye contact with her and choosing to look out the window at the passing trees instead. 

“You have a very cool accent,” Y/N pushed, moving over to sit in the middle. “What part of the UK are you from? I’ve never been able to match an accent to a region.”

Draco shrugged. “You wouldn’t know the place.”

“Try me.”

“Y/N, leave the boy alone,” her mother interrupted, moving her hand to push her back from the console. “He’s had a long day of traveling and he’s tired.”

“What time was your flight this morning?”

“Y/N!” 

“I’m sorry,” she said, only partly meaning it. “I’ll stop. I’m really doing wonders for the loud American stereotype, huh?”

He made a sound that seemed like he agreed and rested his head on the window. From her vantage point, she could see that there were no dark roots in his hair, meaning that his color had to either be completely natural or just dyed. She mentally made a note to ask him about that later. While she couldn’t believe it, it seemed like his hair had to be natural: the strands looked so silky from where she was, with no frizz and a light gleam to it. 

She flopped back into her seat, casting her eyes up to the sky. 

This was going to be a long year.

final a/n: i’m so bad at managing my time...oh my god....please help...also i promise there’ll be more of this. i promise i literally love this story and also i’m not from ohio so if i get something very wrong about ohio then i’m very sorry to all my ohioan readers <333333

[ravencromwell]

Ten Songs Meme

Was tagged by the brilliant @chamerionwrites to list the ten songs I've been listening to.

1. By My Side by Lorrie Morgan Ft. Jon Randall--look y'all, 90's country was the first music genre I listened to--thanks to my father, who'd grown up on the old stuff, and liked the renaissance. An enduring love of it is the thing that was the only good thing he left in the rubble of his wake. Now, in the 90's, country hadn't become virtually indistinguishable from pop; there was less twang, which I was never fond of, except for a little Willie Nelson--, but that iconic sound of fiddles and steel guitar still permeated everything. And I was in musical paradise, since it came so close to my recent but equally beloved folk; everything circles round and all that. One day, I'll do a meta on my top five queens, and maybe a king or two, of 90's country, but for now, suffice it to say Lorrie was bona fide royalty in my book

2. It only takes one shot by Lera Lynn--True Detective's second season is closely tied with its third for some of the TV that compelled me on a visceral id level in the last couple years, and Lera Lynn's gaining of a wider audience is this brilliant gift it graced us with. Some of the most viscerally gutting lyrics delivered in a voice that'd make the angels weep, this is probably my favorite Lynn song and invariably cycles back into my playlists every half year or so.

3. Running Through A Garden by Fleetwood Mac If my father gave me country, my Mom gave me an appreciation for 80's rock. No 70's, so that's a genre I'm still learning, but oh, how she loves her 80's, and as far as she's concerned, Stevie Nicks is fuckin' queen. Even when we can't talk about anything else, we can talk Stevie. Round about two years after Dad left, she was sick and tired of country blasting through the house; she'd already put up with it from him and she was sure as shit not putting up with it anymore. She had a spot of luck, because Fleetwood Mac got it in their heads in 2003--christ I just had to look that up I was only nine that feels surreal-- to produce Peacekeeper. And they put Stevie everywhere. This is my favorite track from that album, and yeah, I'm still fluent enough in a certain Ameri-centric 80's rock to wipe the floor with everyone in Google's Song Quiz. Fleetwood's another band where something from them is almost guaranteed to be in rotation.

4. Magpie To The Morning by Neko Case--My God, Neko. What can you say? When I want poetry that makes story, I go to Anais Mitchell; when I want one of the most unique voices you'll ever find, and images so simultaneously vivid and surreal they'll forever stick with you, I go to Case. This's another first intro to an artist track for me, and I realize how much I, too, have clearly been impacted by end-of-decade nostalgia.

5. Traveler by Chris Stapleton--Stapleton is one of the new country artists blowing my mind; a voice so distinctive and skilled my Mom will cheerfully break her no country rule for him, and that's saying something. It also says something that she introduced me to him, though this wasn't the intro song; for once, I introduced her to this track, and it's my favorite of Stapleton’s to write to, though not necessarily fav overall.

6. Dusk To Dawn by Zayn Ft. Sia--Another Mom intro--and yeah, if you're getting the distinct impression our familial connection is mostly maintained by talking music and nothing else, you'd be dead right. But oh, what a glorious banger this is! Introduced last year and still in rotation, to prove its quality.

7. Annachie Gordon by Loreena McKennitt--A. it's McKennitt and she's a queen. B. one of the most vocally moving, brilliantly arranged versions of this I have or ever will hear. All soaked in lovelorn tragedy as any good Celtic standard should be.

8. I Can't Make You Love Me by Gladys Knight--when my family had its giant Christmas/Thanksgiving combo meetup, Mom was feeling deprived of her The Masked Singer, because second husband is a remote dragon. (Premise being famous people create characters and then perform masked, with suitable dramatics upon their reveal.) My decision to be a good human and indulge her is one of my best of late, because there was this powerhouse voice posing as the Bee, which turned out to be Miss Gladys Knight, who I will shame-facedly admit I had never sought out. A. rectified that. B. her cover of Can't Make You Love Me was her last and best performance of the show and I have furiously sought out every live version.

9. Stockholm by Jason Isbell--Fell in love with Jason about a year back, just as I was entering my folk craze. Still absolutely one of the best. And oh hell this track; so evocative of homesick and lonely and grief. It guts me every damn time, and is just so damn beautifully arranged and performed it leaves me breathless.

10. A Drowning by How To Destroy Angels--This is all @tobermoriansass 's doing. She made her own phenomenal version of this and reminded me how much I fuckin adore Nine Inch Nails which inevitably led back to Angels. Vocally haunting, with fab eerie techno instrumentals--I fucking loved this when I first heard it and love it just as passionately now.

Not gonna tag ten, but if @maggieandthedragon who always has fab music thoughts;

@coffeesugarcream @werpiper both of whom I don't think I've ever discussed music with which's a damn travesty since they're both phenomenal creatives and @mainecoon76 who also falls into the fuckin glorious music camp, wanna play, feel free. And any of my other mutuals/followers; I never. ever get tired of chatting music; come play if you're so inclined. 　

[ketthens]

Also forgot how like. Buzzing anywhere in Bristol is. Stumbled into a real old looking tiny pub with some guy absolutely blasting out italo disco on wax and finishing the night on a sped up amerie - 1 thing and everyone looked so happy

[instantbreezy]

CHAPTER 1

MERI

I was up on time for school took my shower and was dressed I was finishing my breakfast when I went to Chris’s room and peaked in he and Nev was out like a light I closed the door and went getting my bookbag and my cell I was out the door.

Once I got into my car my phone rang.

“Hello”

Ph)“You coming to class today?” Lynn asked me I smiled she was always checking up on me.

“Yes ma’am I am I am in fact on my way there to the school now”

Ph) “What about Nev?”

“Chris is keeping her he said he don’t have class till 2 so by that time I should be home and will have her.”

Ph) “Okay so it all worked out then?”

“Yes it did I will be there is 20 minutes getting off the phone”

Ph) “Oh ok see you in a bit”

“Yup” with that I hung up throwing my phone in the seat.

Things are much easier now that me and Chris are on the same page we wasn’t always like this we came a very long way in our co-parenting relationship, I didn’t think we would have any kinda of relationship nothing seemed to work out for us until I moved into his house against the better judgment of my family who told me not to but I did. I had to if I wanted it to work out between us this was the better choice in it all been for us to move in with him.

Moving in with a man you barely even know with a baby is hard cause you don’t know how he will react to having yall there. Let’s just say Chris didn’t know how to react to having us here hell he didn’t react well to being told he was going to be a father from a one night stand.

 **FLASH BACK 2 YEARS AGO**

 “Who’s party is this again?”

“Tony’s party you know Tony brown skin full of tattoos”

“Oh oh ok I don’t feel like going but since your making me go I'll complain the whole way there”

“That’s what you’re doing now ma’am”

“Yea so calm all that down we going to have some fun.” Sam giggled from the back seat.

“Yes we are and remember we came together we leave together”

“Right”

“Not unless I find me a man then you cows are on yall own” Carolyn said we all laughed as we pulled up to a house that had music blasting and people was outside hang out.

“Do I still have to go?”

“Yes you’re already here too late to leave come on” Sam said as we all got out and went walking towards the house.

Once in the house we split apart some went to the bar that was at one corner of the house others saw people who they knew went to go talk to them I was just walking around enjoying the music after I got me a drink… After being here a for a hour and an a half the party was going get I saw a few people I get lost in my own world for a while until I feel someone pressing against me from behind, grinding into my ass. I turn around startled, seeing a guy with a dress shirt with one button too many undone and a leer that tells me he thinks he knows exactly who I am. His hands reach around and grab onto my hips, caressing, moving up like he's about to grab my breasts. I take offense at him manhandling me and pull away a little too hard, getting jostled by the bodies around into a tall light skin guy off to the side. He looks around, no doubt wondering what drunk girl bumped into him and I see his chiseled chin covered with dark scruff and fight the urge to hang on a bit longer than necessary to gain my balance.

Recovering my manners I let go, but not before I felt the firm muscles in his arm.

"Sorry!" I apologize. I was just trying to get away from someone, "Do you mind if I dance with you a bit until he's gone?"

To his credit, he instantly snaps into male protector role and looks around for my groper, but he, noting my new acquaintance's height and nicely toned frame had wisely melted into the crowd.

Seeing this I started to pull away and he stopped me.

"Don't go yet," he said, "We didn't get a chance to dance. I'm Chris."

"Amerie," I replied, blushing as he took my hand.

We danced for a bit, me running my hands up and down his arms and over his shoulders dreamily. He was probably staring at my boobs, I honestly didn't notice. I felt protected from any more potential creeps by this glorious male specimen I had washed up against and was enjoying it. I looked up at him as I got my dance on and enjoyed the look of pleasure in his eyes as he took me in. I turned around and wiggled my butt to the beat against him, looking over my shoulder to see if you would take the bait. His arms instantly came around me and began to run over me in much the same manner as the poor creeper, but this time it was turning me on. This time it was my choice. I felt the tension building between us as I turned back around and looked up at him. His eyes were dark and lustful, as he leaned down and kissed me.

Our lips brushed, gentle at first, playful, but as a spark leapt between us I opened my mouth and felt his tongue brush mine. My clit burst to flame and I felt a surge of wetness between my legs. I wanted him. Badly. He broke the kiss and I clung to him, shocked at the power of my response to him. I'm not a girl who does one-night stands, but in that moment I needed to feel him everywhere.

Clearly reading the signals and knowing I wanted this to happen now, he took my hand and pulled me through the crowd. I switched course and pulled him to the bar. If I was going to do what I thought I was about to do I need a little liquid courage. The fact that I was this far gone already spoke to the pure lust I was feeling. He bought me a couple shots and we left the party going to his house that was a few houses down.

Once we got to his house we was kissing I could feel him hard and ready and lowered my hand, running it up and down the length of him through his pants. It felt big, bigger than my ex. The thought thrilled and scared me as I'm pretty tight, but he felt so good in my hand and I couldn't stop thinking about sucking on it, wondering if there was a spot of precum already glistening on the tip.

We was bouncing off the walls once there, my dress somehow getting unzipped in the process. He slammed his door shut and pulled the dress off the top of my head in two smooth motions and I stood before him in just my lingerie.

"Take off your shirt" I told him, and was confronted with a gleaming set of abs and a tiny dark happy trail leading right where I wanted to go. I dropped to my knees in front on him, lightly running my hands up his thighs while I looked up at him with lust in my eyes.

I at once wanted to tear off the pants, but couldn't resist teasing him first, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the very visible bulge. I rubbed my cheek against him while my hands undid his belt and fly. Pulling his pants down I revealed tight, black boxers briefs and an even bigger shape than I'd imagined. I reached up and massaged his balls and had the pleasure of seeing his knees shake a bit and he buried a hand in my hair.

"Take them off," he commanded.

Breath coming short in anticipation, I pulled the elastic waistband down and his dick bounced out hard. His tip was wide and pink and had a perfect clear drop on the tip. I looked up at him in amazement with a slight widening of my eyes that he wisely interpreted as fear.

I flicked my tongue out and licked the drop and we both moaned at the touch. I took the base of his dick in my hand and pulled the massive rod down so I could rub my tongue along the underside of the tip. Slowly, I wrapped my lips around it and felt my mouth stretch a bit at the girth. Bringing my other hand up to roll his balls in my palm, I started to bob my head up and down, getting lots of saliva over his shaft.

His other hand came to rest on my head too and he leaned back a bit, pushing himself forward into my mouth. Slowly, he increased the pressure until he was pulling me further and further onto his dick.

My lips reached where my hand was wrapped around his shaft and I gagged around the tip of his dick, a rush of wetness flooding out and I began to bob my head up and down in earnest, zig zagging my tongue across the underside as I did. Increasing the suction and now dripping spit into the palm that was still rubbing his balls I moved my head and other hand in slightly twisting motions until he groaned deep in this throat. I pulled off of his dick with a popping sound and took some deep breaths, my eyes watering and a line of saliva connecting my lips to his swollen tip. I jacked his now soaked shaft up and down with my hand and I tilted my head to the side, sucking one of his smoothly shaved balls into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. Giving the other the same attention, I could barely take it anymore and started to rub myself between my legs.

Seeing this, he pulled me up, took me into his arms and carried me to the couch, laying me over one arm of it. Stepping back, he took in the sight of me ass up in the air, garter belt riding up to reveal my ass. I saw his eyes widen in pleasure and surprise at this and gave a quick spank of my ass.

I cried out in surprise and that combination of pain and pleasure. I was sure a bright red hand print stood out on my skin and I felt the warm throb that comes after the hard hit. He ran gentle fingers up and down the skin of my thighs, fingering the tops of my stockings and every once in a while out of the blue giving another spank. Juices were leaking out of my pussy and onto the couch and I started to beg him.

"Please touch me, please, I need to cum."

His hands paused in their ministrations and I held my breath in anticipation, but instead he started rubbing my ass and my pussy bringing a whole new round of spasms through my body.

"I want you... I need you inside me, or your fingers on me, or something..." I begged, my voice cracking. I closed my eyes and wished and hoped he would listen and cried out in joy as I felt the tip of him rubbing up and down my slit. I was so wet that he was able to get a rhythm going his massive slab of meat sliding up and down my already sensitized clit. I started to see stars and wondered if I would faint and then he slipped the tip inside me and I came with a yell that startled even me. My whole body spasmed around him but instead of waiting until the orgasm passed, he continued to push slowly in, stretching me with each inch, losing himself in the wet velvety warm of my pussy.

I finally came down of the high of the orgasm and felt all strung out and languid, muscles totally relaxed as he started to pump in and out of me. Each inch inexorably burying itself in my tight pussy.

"Is it all in?" I ask, feeling myself stretched to the limit.

"Almost," he said, face tight as he restrained the impulse to let loose and pound the fuck out of me.

"Just do it," I said. So relaxed from my orgasm that I would have said yes to anything.

He let out his breath with a hiss, locked his hands onto my hips and started to pound in and out. With each thrust the air left my body with a moan and he let out a strangled sound of his own, eyes rolling back as he thrust. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I grabbed onto the couch trying to find something to hold to contain the over-stimulation I felt. With each entry I could hear the wet sounds my pussy made as it sucked him inside and felt his balls slap my clit.

"I want you to cum," I gasped, lost in sensation.

"Not yet," he said, his teeth clenched, and pushed all the way in.

He began to pick up his pace, the circular motion getting faster and faster as his dick plunged in and out of my pussy. He was moaning now and the sound was driving me insane. I needed his pleasure as much as I needed my own.

I could tell he was close and that along with the sounds he was making drove me over the edge and I came again, muscles clenching everywhere, writhing under his dick.

He let out an inarticulate moan and blew his load in my pussy as he was pulling out. I felt the warm spurt inside, and as he pulled all the way out, I squeezed my muscles and pushed a bit until a gush of his cum flowed out of me. I lay there utterly spent and exhausted, every part of me throbbing in time with my heartbeat as he circled round and sat on the couch next to me, pulling me over to join him.

I cuddled into him and he put his arm around me, legs spread in typical male style, the now mostly soft dick casually displayed in all of its glory, impressive even soft.

I didn't even want to think about how sore I'd be tomorrow, but right now? Right now I was well and truly satisfied.

**FLASH BACK ENDS**

[kiruharukorohara]

Shit that happened during an r6 match Nr.

This happend during a Ranked game!

Random: * Picks Hibana*

Me: Hey could I have her? Shes my main. :)

Random: I know how to play her, pick something else!

I asked pretty casual and was overall chill so I let his rude tone slide

Me: *Picks Thatcher* Ok, I thatch for you hibana.

Random: I dont fucking need you

Round starts, the Map is Border and they're in Amery/Lockers

*blaststs a hibana charge into an E wall*

Me: DUDE wait I'm here, let me take the electricity off

Random: Fuck off

*blasts the remaining two charges into the wall before I could threw a Nate*

Me: What the fuck? You said you know how to play her?!

Random: fuck off

He dced the game and rejoins a couple of minutes later, audibly confused why hes back into the Lobby...

[my-greatseo-love]

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Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep17

So many things happened in this episode...

Very long post warning!

Iruma, Baram-sensei, and Agares are on their way to evacuate the kids.

Listen, it might just be me but while I appreciate that Agares has not put back on his eye mask after it was taken off the first time, I really wish he’d get a different hairstyle. I mean, his face already looks good but his hair, man.

Sabnock and Azz were only told to get the dragon's attention while the kids are being taken to safety. They were explicitly told not to get too close and actually fight the dragon. What do they do? They do exactly the opposite of that. The two makes it a little competition as to who is better/stronger and argues while in battle.

Sensei is sad that the kids didn't listen to him and feels that it might be cause he wasn't good enough as a teacher. Iruma tries to tell him that it's not true.

Don’t worry, Sensei! It just so happens that this is the Abnormal Class students and this is just how they are. You might have better chances with the others.

Azz and Sabnock continue to fight the dragon but their arguing also meant they don't mind accidentally (or not) hitting each other with the attacks.

While the two were busy arguing, the dragon sees Iruma's group and sends a beam their way but Baram-sensei manages to protect the group. And yeah, the little kids are safe inside Agares’ floating cloud thing.

Azz was worried about Iruma and the others that he doesn't notice the dragon behind him about to attack. Iruma tried to yell out a warning but it was too late.

Look, I know he’s not gonna die and all. He’s one of the main characters and they have plot armor but seeing the look on everyone else’s faces as they watch this happening before their eyes is still terrible.

As Iruma helplessly watches one of his bestfriends get blasted, he remembers what Kalego-sensei told him about being reckless enough to get in danger. Iruma knew it happens a lot but he didn't really mind and thinks everything will be okay in the end but that's because he only thought of what could happen to him. He now realizes that now that he has friends and loved ones, getting himself in danger meant that they, too would get in danger.

It’s awful to think about in many ways really. Iruma didn’t have friends prior to coming to this world and his family sucked. He had to take care of himself and himself alone and he’s so used to it that being in danger or in trouble is not really that big of a deal cause he’s used to it. The consequences also fall on just himself. Now though, he has a loving family and a group of friends and he’s no longer alone not just in happy times but also in times when things could go wrong.

Of course, Azz isn't blasted to bits. Sabnock protected Azz by making a shield but it melted and he himself got hit pretty badly with his wings being a casualty.

This actually hurts to look at. He’d be okay, right? His wings are gonna heal, right?

Azz: "Why did you save me?"

Sabnock: "Cause it's cool!" 

Sabnock did what he did cause he wanted to look cool because the demon king is supposed to be cool. jfc this boy!

The dragon attacks them with fire this time but they were able to avoid it and hide. Sabnock suggest that they retreat for now cause they could die if they don't.

Azz is against it so Sabnock explains to him that if his ambition is to win just this fight then he could do so and die if he wishes. But Sabnock knew Azz has an actual dream (of being Iruma's best ally and all) and if Azz wants to attain that one day he needs to think properly. Sabnock tells him that he's had to learn the same lesson (back in season 1) and now Azz has to as well in order to grow.

He basically sort of says the same thing Kalego-sensei thought when he made that home visit to Azz’s house. Asmodeus is too obsessed with Iruma and neglects himself because he kept putting Iruma first but if he grows and becomes better, then he’d be a better ally to Iruma.

Azz uses the last of his magic to create a flame wall for them to escape. He then admits that he was wrong and that Sabnock was right.

The two tries to run to safety as they can't fly due to injury and lack of magic. Azz thanks Sabnock for saving him and Sabnock tells him that at that moment, both of them are extremely cool. I agree, you’re both cool.

Sensei saves them from another light beam! He tells the two to go and to leave this to him.

When they finally got back, Iruma immediately hugs Azz and cries in relief that his friend isn't dead. Aww... Azz didn’t see this coming and also felt sad when he sees Iruma crying.

Iruma apologizes for not thinking about things and that his decision got them in danger while Azz says it was also his fault for being reckless so Iruma shouldn't apologize. Sabnock got annoyed and decided to carry them off and away from the nearby fight.

Back to the fight, Sensei had already summoned his own dragon. Sensei uses his knowledge about different creatures to attack the Carmine Dragon.

The Wood Dragon infused with Sensei's magic is strong even against the opponent’s flames. He's gonna give it his all because the beast had hurt his precious students. I think that’s really sweet as despite the bad impression everyone’s got of him, he really does love his job and the kids he teaches.

After beating the Carmine Dragon, Sensei gets back to the others. The Wood Dragon is back to it's normal form and it's so tiny and cute. Seeing Sensei's strength, Azz and Sabnock asks Sensei to teach them magic. This kind of confuses Sensei because normally, people try to escape his studies and not ask to be taught by him. They’re finally seeing him in a good light.

I remember when Baram-sensei was first introduced, it was Azz that was warning Iruma about the strange teacher and how they probably shouldn’t take his class. Now, it’s Azz who was first to ask Baram-sensei to teach him.

Two of the defeatd beasts turn into beams of light and goes towards the dragon and all three fused into this bigger creature. And since they fused with the dragon, it means they're right where Team Baram is.

Look who came! Opera and Ameri arrived in the nick of time to help Sensei protect everyone. Baram-sensei asks for his Opera-senpai's help to fight.

Opera says it'll be too much for just the two of them and whips out the "secret weapon". lol was this what Opera asked from Clara?

The kids of Team Kalego asks if Kalego-sensei isn't gonna do something about the beasts who glowed and shot off somewhere. Kalego-sensei tells them he already did had his fun and that's all he'd do. He then gets summon and we now have Fluffy-sensei!

The two other adults are very happy to hold the floof and I cannot blame them I wanna hug that floofy-sensei, too. Kalego-sensei asks Iruma to release the summon so he could go back to normal but Opera tells them Kalego-sensei would also be transported back if his summoning is released.

This shot would've been so much more badass if Kalego-sensei wasn't in his cute fluffy form. The students are excited to watch the powerful adults fight together.

As much as I like the whole “underdogs win the fight and impress everyone”, I appreciate how realistic this show is handling this. The magic beasts are super powerful and the majority of the main cast available are first years students who are still learning how to do their thing plus Iruma is a human using borrowed magic. Letting the adults, who are not only said to be some of the most powerful demons but are also experienced, handle the big fights is actually nice. Plus they’re also important characters and if the show is gonna try to convince us that these three are very powerful then they have to show it in the story which they are. It’s great!

The three quickly made individual attacks at the same time insta-killing not just the beast but also the excitement everyone had. There was no battle and this was totally one-sided.

The leader of the Six Fingers is made aware of what happened to their beasts but he isn't too worried cause the thing can self-destruct. The purpose of the three beasts was to destroy the park after all so even in death, they'd do just that. Agares creates a giant hole for them to hide in but while in their little safe zone,  Ameri gets a horrifying realization that the blast would certainly hit the evacuation shelter. Attacking the beast would just make it explode faster and they have no other way to communicate to the people there to give a warning.

At the last moment, when all hope is lost, Ronove comes in, screaming at the monster cause the thing not just ruined Walter Park (which was built by his Legend-daddy) but also hurt the people there. Using his ability, he gets the monster's attention (and also everyone else's. There are news crews there if you remember correctly and sp cameras). Poor Ronove realized too late that he'd get hit instead because of what he did and had no plan whatsoever of what to do after.

lol what is Legend-daddy in Japanese? I think it’s a cute name to call your parents. What does he call his mom? Will they every show it in the anime? Anyways, I think this is pretty cool of Ronove to do. He’s kinda arrogant but he’s not a bad person.

Iruma comes in to try to defend Ronove. What happens next? We'll find out next episode.

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Tumblr let me have the miracle of not giving another error when posting more than 15 images! There’s like, 25+ here! The episode didn’t feel rushed even though so many things happened and it’s awesome!

First of all, I like Sabnock’s character. Back at the beginning of season 1 I thought Asmodeus was gonna be Iruma’s rival but that was quickly dashed when he becomes a very close ally and follower instead. Then Sabnock came along to take the rival role. Unlike other rivals who can be annoying or too full of themselves or at worse, bordering villain status if they aren’t one already, Sabnock is actually a nice guy and a friend to Iruma. He learns from his mistakes and desires to improve on them. He wants to be a Demon King and he’d work hard on it and if he feels he’s lacking something, he’d try to so something about it. When Iruma does something better than he could, he gives genuine praise and doesn’t get mad that someone else did better. He’s a pretty cool guy and while we all know Iruma would end up becoming the Demon King anyways, I think Sabnock would also be perfect for the role as well.

They let Ronove do something cool this time! He didn’t think things through but his heart is in the right place and that’s what matters. He’d be fine! Haha

Opera and Baram-sensei both happy when holding the floofy Kalego-sensei is funny. I wonder how they reacted the first time they saw it?

Next episode they’d probably be on the road to facing the Six Fingers and Kiriwo-senpai since the issue with the beasts is gonna be dealt with at the start of it. I’m kinda excited to see how it’ll all go.

Thanks for reading! I hope that wasn’t too boring. There were so many screenshots this time around.