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That Great, Old Beast - A Short Story

[Woop woop here's the final, finished short story, That Great, Old Beast. Started writing this for a class weeks ago and I'm finally done with it. Came out to around 3600 words. Maybe I'll write a longer version in the future, but for now, I'm done touching it. Hope you enjoy!!]

[Possible Content/Trigger Warnings: Explicit Language, Alcohol/Drug Usage, Implied Death.]

Ronan couldn’t remember Bonnie anymore— not the way that he could remember the green of Michigan and the freckles of his mother’s cheek. He lost her by the docks of some town he couldn’t name, cradled in his mother’s tender arms. He lost her face to the fog— her voice to the crashing waves.What he did remember was the way she smelled, like rosemary and sea salt. Just before she left, Bonnie leaned down and pressed a kiss into Ronan’s curly, blonde hair— the same hair that their grandmother used to have, and that their mom loved so dearly. Then, squeezing Ronan’s tiny hands and kissing her mother’s cheek, she cooed words of comfort in their ears:“I’ll be back. I swear,” Bonnie whispered.Ronan was too young. The only thing he knew how to do was wail— how to puff his cheeks and cry.By the time Ronan reached the age of five, his blonde hair darkened to a hazelnut brown— much to his mother’s dismay; and Bonnie, when Ronan asked about her, was no more than a distant memory... Ronan and his mother were nomads. They had lived in fifteen different states by the time he started to care. Usually, they stayed with his mom’s friends— on pull-out couches, in trailers, in attics. The first time they ever really settled down was at a grimy, old motel in the middle of Arizona. Ronan had just turned six. The motel room reeked of a constant, burning incense— the sort that gave him a headache.

“Mrs. Mallory likes the smell,” his mother explained. Ronan hated Mrs. Mallory. She yelled at his mother a lot, and she said that Beau, his new best friend, would burn in hell for his red hair. “Ro! Look! Kate bought me Thunder-phant Man!” Beau squeaked, while shoving his newest figurine into Ronan’s face, “His eyes light up, and when you press this button—”Rumble, CRACK! A staticky thunder and crackling sound effect grumbled out of the tiny speaker on Thunder-phant Man’s back.“Isn’t he so cool?”Beau lived in the motel room next door with his older sister Kate. He would let Ronan play with his exclusive set of Electric Elephant-Man figurines; and he didn’t mind when Ronan ranted about dragons and wizards from the books he was reading. Since Kate was rarely home, Ronan could spend every day in their room, which smelled like instant noodles and cheese puffs, instead of incense. But one day, Ronan woke up and knocked at Beau and Kate’s door. It swung wide. Like Bonnie had years earlier, Beau and Kate had vanished.Suddenly, Ronan felt like a toddler washing his hands under the spray of a watering can for the very first time. He had taken, and taken, and taken, and then run out of water before his hands were fully clean. Unlike Bonnie, when Ronan asked about them and when he would see Beau again, his mom set down her cigarette and answered, “They took a Greyhound outta town last night. I’m sorry, baby.” But what Ronan heard was that Beau and Kate, his first ever friends, had been guzzled up by a huge, gray beast. And so, two months later, when his mother scooped him up in her big, strong arms and whispered that they were leaving, and that they were going to a Greyhound station— Ronan wasn’t upset. He was going to see Beau again. “Get some sleep, baby,” his mom whispered, in a voice sweet and slow like honey. “It’ll be a long drive.” Ronan closed his eyes, but he didn’t quite fall asleep. He listened and peeked through his fingers as that colossal, old beast— the one he saw gulping up Beau and Kate in his dreams— finally came into view. It nuzzled up to the pennies in his mother’s hand, and with a screech, the hound opened its enormous maw and swallowed them whole.But even in the belly of that beast, Ronan saw no sign of Beau. That great hound grumbled away, away, away…. And out of the beast’s huge eyes, Ronan watched as the burnt, desert plains of Arizona faded into the suffocating lush of an endless, green forest. Ronan imagined reaching out and sticking his hand through the trees, and how it would surround him, like the thick, matted fur of Susie, a black cat who sat on the steps of Mr. Alfonso’s corner store, where his mother bought her cigarettes. Don’t pet it, Ronan! It’s probably got fleas, his mother would say. Eventually, that great beast groaned to a stop, and spat them out in the dirt driveway of a tiny house surrounded by green. Their new home was no bigger than the motel room they had before, but it stood on its own and had its own steps, and the floor was real wood! It also came with a very tall man who had steel, beady eyes. Except Ronan didn’t care about that man all too much or the new house; because just behind it, the forest crept close— all tangled, tempting tree-branches and mossy ground. While his mother and the beady-eyed man chatted on the front porch, Ronan slinked away. Still no sign of Beau, but if he were anywhere, it’d have to be in those deep woods.Skipping over gigantic boulders and combing through the thick brush, Ronan recalled a book that he’d rented from the library back in Arizona. In it, an elven knight braved the great wilderness and on the other side, found the ancient, lost kingdom of Whistleplume.Ronan armed himself with the thorned branch of a nearby tree. Whistleplume was near.

It lurked in the edges of his view, and all he had to do was cross the Silver Blooded Canal, a violent stream filled with the agonized souls of all the adventurers that came before him. Finding himself imbued with a newfound magic, Sir Ronan the Great felled an enormous oak over the stream and readied himself to cross. Unfortunately, the second that Sir Ronan set foot on the log, he tumbled clumsily into the water. He sputtered, the coursing river carrying him down, down, downstream, until he washed up on the shore of a small clearing, filled with delicate, white flowers. Sir Ronan stood, stepping into the clearing. In those flowers, he found Marina. Marina looked up at him— in his muddy shoes and soaking pajamas. She wore a pretty dress and two long, curly pigtails. Ever the Great Knight, Sir Ronan dropped into a kneel— for he had stumbled upon the lost queen of Whistleplume. .. “Fuck, I hate him!” “What’d he do this time?” Ronan asked.

“Ugh—!” Ronan could hear Marina’s eyes roll through the phone. “He ate my leftovers in the fridge again. That’s like, the third time. And I’ve already told him about it, and he keeps doing it. I’m so fucking pissed.” Queen Marina of Whistleplume had a job now. Two jobs, in fact. One of them, as a student counselor for incoming Stanford freshmen. The other, as a receptionist for a law firm. She lived in her own apartment that she shared with her boyfriend, Jordan— an engineering major two years younger than her. “I wouldn’t care so much except I’m the only one who cooks in this damn house, and it's not like he pays for the groceries, either.” Marina talked about life plans. She talked about studying for the bar. She talked about developing her own law firm. About fame and success. “Like how dense can you be?” “Yeah, that’s um— Yeah, that’s messed up.” “I know, right? Ugh—!” .. It turned out that there was a whole world out there, despite their history as Queen and loyal Knight to the kingdom of Whistleplume. Ronan learned that the day he turned fourteen, and the beady-eyed man handed him a hefty stack of job applications. “There’s something wrong about you,” the beady-eyed man grumbled. “Always floating five feet off the ground.” “Oh, leave him alone, Richard,” his mother tutted, from her slump on the living room couch. “No, no, Carol, he’s gotta grow up sometime,” the man huffed. “I don’t like that look in his eyes— Like he’s always somewhere else. And I don’t like him always running off in the woods, especially not with that girl. Who knows what they get up to.” “Richard!” “He’s not a kid anymore, Caroline, accept it!” His mother shoved herself up from the couch, jabbing her cigarette at the beady-eyed man’s chest like a rapier. “He’ll always be my baby!” she gritted; her face shrouded in smoke. “No, he’s a teenager! And trust me, I know what they’re like, and it ain’t nothing good.” Ronan set the stack of applications down on the kitchen table and watched as his mother and the beady-eyed man squared off in the living room. The beady-eyed man dodged Ronan’s mom’s rapier with quick, practiced steps— and parried with his glass of whiskey shield.

The next morning, Marina was missing from her seat in class, which usually meant that she had gotten into an argument with her mom.

Ronan found her between the Keating's farm and the creek where they had first met, building a lean-to against two huge pine trees.

"Richard doesn't want me meeting you out here, anymore," Ronan mumbled, sliding down to sit against one of the trees."What?" Marina huffed, "Why not?""I think he thinks we're doing stupid shit.""Well, I mean, kinda. I did skip class to work on this.""No. Stupid shit. Like, y'know...""Oh, ew, you're like my little brother.""I know.""Did you want to be doing that kind of thing?"Ronan groaned, "God, no.""So why does he think that?""I dunno! I guess I'm getting older, or whatever.""Okay. Case closed. Just ignore him."Ronan huffed. Marina had leaned a few logs up against the trees in a makeshift nook and covered the whole structure in a crackly blue tarp. In that moment, she was dragging blankets inside to pad out the floor. Seeing that Ronan was still sitting outside, and not making an effort to help, she paused and turned to him."Ronan. What's wrong?""Richard's been on my ass about getting a job. He says there's something wrong with me."

“Fuck him. There’s nothing wrong with you.”"What if there is?"Marina tossed aside the blankets and plopped down beside Ronan. She huffed, leaning back on her hands. "I know you're not like all the other kids. And that's fine. Neither am I. Why do you think I'm here? We're both looking for something in these goddamn woods. Belonging. Quiet."

"What'd your mom say this time?" Ronan asked."She wants me to go into the military, like my brother."

"Are you?""Going into the military? I don't know. I don't want to.""So don't.""You don't get it. She's worked so hard to give me a chance in life. I've gotta make her happy. It's the least I can do.""Well... If you had a choice, what would you do?""I don't know. Maybe I'd paint. I'd get a little cabin in Alaska and sketch the wildlife. What about you? Are you gonna be a writer?""I think so. My mom doesn't mind.""And Richard?""Fuck him."Marina laughed, "Yeah! Fuck him. And fuck everything else. Everyone else. I'll do what I want. I'll fight everyone. The whole world.".. When Ronan was eighteen, he and Marina had both applied and gotten into colleges in different states. Marina had forgone her previous ideas of fighting the world, and had instead developed a very clear, and sensible plan: four years at Stanford University, then four years at Stanford Law, then pass the bar, and spend the rest of her life as a lawyer. It made her mom happy, and anyhow, she was good at that sort of thing. It made sense. The only thing Ronan was good at was writing, because it meant that he could spend hours at a time in a world outside of himself— outside of the kid that never grew up, outside of the boy who spent more time reading books than partying, and outside of the person that the beady-eyed man was so very disappointed in.

“So, I was telling him that he’s gotta have an appointment, and he was getting so fussy with me, I swear! Like, I know he’s got a real big problem, but there’s a lotta people with big problems. I mean, Mr. Johnson, the attorney he was trying to see, wasn’t even in town that week, like—” “—Hey, uh, Marina?” Ronan cut in, scrubbing his face with his free hand. It was ten p.m., and Marina had called him as he was trying to fall asleep for the night. “What— Oh, hang on, I think my pizza’s here.” Ronan rolled over in his bed, listening as Marina shuffled her phone around and talked to the pizza delivery driver. After a moment, she apparently had settled down again. “Okay,” she garbled, between bites of pizza, “What is it?” “... I’m sorry, I— I know this is important to you, but I’ve gotta head to sleep. I have work at six tomorrow.” “What? Oh, shit, right, you’re what? Three hours ahead?”"Yeah." “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll let you go,” Marina huffed, “But call me as soon as you get off work.” “I will, I will.”..Ronan’s fingers trembled, hovering aimlessly over his keyboard. He had a five-thousand-word story due in two days, and he’d hardly even started. He was on the phone with Marina again, but a brief lull of quiet had overtaken them.“Hey, Marina?” he uttered, breaking the silence. “Hm? Oh, sorry I was just checking my emails,” Marina hummed. “That’s fine—” “There’s this professor I have, God, I have to tell you—” “I—” Ronan croaked. “—He keeps assigning things like two days before they’re due! Ugh… What were you saying?” “I’m… I’m worried. I feel like this isn’t the career for me.” “What? How come?” “I just— I know you said to chase my dreams and everything but… I mean, I have bills to pay. And I’ve gotta help out my mom… So I’ve been working all these different jobs to try and keep up, and by the time I find a moment to actually write… I’m exhausted.” “Oh, Ronan, you just have to keep working at it! I mean, look, I used to be all mopey like this too— but y’know what? When I stopped complaining and actually started hustling— It all panned out. Besides, you said you wanted this. Maybe, if you'd chosen a more traditional career path, you wouldn't have to work so hard.” “Right.” “Anyways— About this professor, right?” Ronan bit his tongue and stared up at the ceiling, as if it could tell him what to do. In their youth, Marina filled the space that Beau had left. She was always there when Ronan needed her. It was only natural that he did the same. So why now did it bother him so much?.. Ronan stared out his window, watching the faint glow of the streetlights and passing cars outside his apartment. Though it was a perfectly reasonable time to be awake for Marina, it was midnight in Massachusetts for Ronan. “Can you believe he’d say that to me? I mean, seriously! It’s not my fault he’d gotten the date wrong. So I told him—” “I don’t think I like these calls, anymore, Marina,” Ronan cut in, his anger, for once, getting the best of him. “What?” Ronan stared up at the ceiling again, as if that god they all kept talking about might finally step in for him. “Well— I don’t know,” he uttered, “I just feel like you don’t really care what I say, so long as it makes you feel better.” “So… What you’re saying is… You hate me.” “I don’t hate you, Marina,” Ronan groaned. “Then what the fuck is this?” Ronan’s throat burned with bile. The last time he’d heard Marina’s voice like this— all venom and crackling hellfire— he’d broken a precious watch that Marina’s brother had given to her. Ronan was twelve, and he’d never been handed something so precious before. He dropped it in the mud. The glass casing shattered, and the muck had gotten into all those shiny, polished gears. “Christ, Ronan! Where’d you go again?” Marina groaned, “You’re always fucking doing that!” “Um, sorry—” Ronan stammered, blinking away the memory. “Look, Ronan, I don’t need this right now. Whatever the fuck this is.”

“No— Marina! Marina! I’m not trying to be mean to you. I’m just trying to communicate, you know? I mean, you’re always preaching about that, right? Let’s just have— a civil conversation.” “Fine,” she spat, “What is it?” Ronan threw his blanket off the side of the bed and sat up. Too fast. And the world spun— hot, pounding blood in his ears. Was it always this hot in here? “I don’t… I don’t hate you, Marina, I just… I don’t know. Lately, I feel like I’ve been distant, and you haven’t noticed or cared.”“God— What do you want me to say to that, Ronan?” Ronan curled in on himself, wincing as the joints in his back cracked, “I don’t know.” A car alarm blared outside Marina’s apartment— BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…Ronan’s heart beat the sixteenths in between each blare— BEEP, ee, and uh, BEEP, ee, and uh, BEEP, ee, and uh— Marina swore and slammed her window shut with a sharp crack. Ronan flinched.“Look, if you’re that pressed about it…” Marina huffed, “Why do you keep picking up? Why don’t we just stop? You can go off and find someone who ‘actually cares’ and I’ll do the same.”

Ronan bit his lip so hard it split. His mouth filled with copper. “Just like that?” he whined. “Like what?”

“Marina, don’t you remember when we were kids? When every stone was a mountain? When those still creeks were oceans, and those woods stretched past everything we’d ever known? Don’t you remember building forts? Talking about life. You said you wanted to paint. You were gonna build a little cabin for yourself in the wilderness to do whatever you wanted."

Ronan raised his head and pictured meeting Marina’s eyes. He knew what she would look like. Her face would be pinched, as if she had just sunk her teeth into the flesh of a grapefruit.

“Doesn’t that mean something?” Ronan begged, suddenly soft. “Doesn’t that mean something to you?”

“I’m not that person anymore, Ronan,” Marina replied, her tone even and dry. “I hate this about you. You’re always, always living in the past. You’ve gotta—”

“Fuck you.”

“Ronan–” Marina started, exasperated. Ronan hung up. Ronan had never been good at letting go of the people he loved. Not Bonnie, not Beau, and definitely not Marina. That night, Ronan deleted Marina’s number from his phone and caught the next bus back to those old woods and still creeks. When I think of you, Ronan thought, later, while he was staring out that old beast’s eyes again, I think about tearing my lips on the shards of life’s great, big femur— and sucking out the marrow of all that it is to be human. Doesn’t that mean something?.

Marina had outgrown the youth that Ronan so deeply cherished. It was an odd thing, knowing so much about a person, and then suddenly, so little. Ronan couldn’t help but mourn. That grumbling Greyhound spat him out in the ruins of his youth again, now much older, and even less certain of things. He saw his mother out in the garden, no longer so big and strong, but frail.And Ronan saw that beady-eyed man, in legacy, not figure. In the dusty ashtray on the porch, and in the cracks of the floorboards.

His mother, catching a glimpse of Ronan lingering on the driveway, called out to him.

“Oh, Ro!” she cried, “What on Earth are you doing here?”Ronan’s mother dusted her hands on her dress and staggered over. She greeted him with a warm, if slightly confused smile. “It’s not fall break already, is it?”Ronan, suddenly feeling very, very small, sunk into his mother’s arms, as he always did. And she held him very gently, as she had always done.“Ma…” Ronan whispered, “Won’t you tell me about Bonnie?”“Ronan…”“What happened to her? Why’d she leave me?”His mother cupped his face in her trembling, wrinkled hands, and rasped, “Bonnie loved you so very much.”

Ronan knew that already, but he didn't like how it changed his mother’s face to talk about Bonnie. Her eyes glossed over, in a way that reminded Ronan of glistening sea glass.

Somehow, it had never occurred to him that adults could cry. ..

In the morning after, Ronan treaded down the creaking porch steps and gazed outwards. Where there were once lush forests, cars and trucks bustled about— on clean roads, and surrounded by sleek, pristine buildings: the beginnings of a brand-new city, creeping up on the edge of their old driveway.As if sensing his disapproval, the sun stretched its warm hands outwards, fingertips catching the edges of rooftops and peeking through windows. To the city, it said:“I’m still here. In spite of you, I’m still here.”

Squinting against the glare, Ronan spotted the silhouette of a flock of geese, careening over a distant, winding river bend. If he were brave enough, he would rush down the driveway and chase after them. His torn sneakers would melt into the smooth sidewalks, and his socks would meet the damp grass.

He’d follow them way, way past the horizon, and on the other side— in that tremendous world beyond— he’d be reborn.

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phobophile-psychiatrist · 2 years

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The Quinzel Effect

When I buzzed, you could hear her squeal through the glass wall. I opened the door to a-- kind of dressed Harleen.

"Heya, Jonny! Whatcha doin' down here? Come to gossip? Or play doctor?"

"Harley, how you doin'? I'm actually here to ask some questions."

"Oh," Harleen chuckled, "Advice? Startin' to sound like Red."

I hesitated, "Eh, close, I s'pose. I wanna know sum about-- you."

Harley chuckled, "Hittin' on me? That's barely professional Dr. Crane!"

"Not like that, Harley," I approached the cell and pulled a metal chair away from the wall, "It's more about-- feelin'."

"Feelin'?" Harley was taken aback, "Jon, is this you trying to open up?"

"It workin'?"

"It's-- a start."

I sighed, "Fine, Crowley wants me to be more-- honest. I don't know where to start."

"And?"

"I wanna know why she-- I don't know how to phrase it."

"Cares?" Harley folded her arms, sitting down on her bed, "Loves you?"

"You think she-"

"Think? Don't you also have a psych degree?"

"I ain't ever been good at-- this kinda stuff. At least, regardin' me."

"What did Eddie say to you?"

"Wha' d'ya mean?"

"You wouldn't voluntarily come down here, Jonny."

I scoffed, "He didn't say nuthin'."

"He told you to come to me because you feel like you're Crowley's Mista J, don'tcha?"

"That degree didn' go to waste."

"You're here because you wanna know why I loved Mister J, so you might know why Crowley loves you."

"Unhuh."

"Well, sorry, Jonny. I was a good-for-nuthin-outta-my-gourd-run-of-the-mill basketcase masochist who was manipulated into submission by a psychopathic sadist with a batman fetish."

"You think I manipulate her?"

"No, Mista J manipulated me," Harley laid on her side and propped her head up on her palm, "Crowley thinks you're a lot like her. It's different. She forgives ya, sure, but she doesn't think you're infallible."

"I don't understand."

"And I don't expect you to. That's somethin' you have to ask Crowley, not me."

"How do you-"

"You see how she looks at you? Remember that time in the cafeteria? When she pulled the straw off of you, or when she smiled at you while you were eatin'? A doctor doesn't care like that, a friend doesn't even care like that."

I averted my gaze from Harley's blue eyes.

"Tell me about Crowley and you. When she first came here, you two already knew each other for a long time, didn't ya?"

"GCU. She was in her early 20s."

"Oh, lots of history!"

"She was in my class," I chuckled quietly, "Top of it and everything. Two of us begin there, she would stay after class and even volunteer for whatever I needed help with. She loved to stick around. I remember she admired me then, which, for what I was doin' here, felt undeserved."

"What were you doing here?"

"I was revisiting fear toxin, experimenting alongside Strange on the concoction and some of his own projects." I sighed, "I was having some-- complications with Diane back then."

"Diane, your ex-wife?"

"Yeah," I leaned forward and folded my hands, "Crowley became the only real reprieve of my day, the only thing I looked forward to. Eventually, her being in my class grew somewhat scarce."

I brushed auburn hair back, "She was engaged to some-- boy, back then. William, I think? I don't remember. I remember her chasing him around like a little neglected puppy. He didn't give a damn about her. I won't deny I grew rather possessive of her by then-- I hated seeing her chase a kid that didn't have the balls to admit her relationship with her professor scared him."

I chuckled dryly, leaning back in the chair, "I kinda stalked the kid."

"This goin' where I think it's goin'?"

"Probably," I said, "I found out the boy was distancing himself from Crowley because he had another partner-- actually, Crowley had become a sidepiece to him. So I did what that itch in my mind wanted me to do."

"Oh, Scarecrow."

I nodded. "I took the boy to the barn for days. Kept him there. Injection after injection. He let me refine my toxin; he became my first mistake."

I sighed, pinching the skin between my eyes, "Crowley's friends got privy to the idea I may have had sum to do with it. A few approached me, sure, but Crowley never did."

"She had skeletons in her closet too though," I chuckled, "I mean, she knew where I lived-- where my barn was. Ion tell anyone where my barn is."

"Crowley's got a little stalker in her?"

I snickered, readjusting in my seat, "I s'pose."

"I guess Crowley's always had a thing for ya Jonny-boy."

I sighed, and massaged my temples, "But I came here to find out why."

Harley groaned loudly, "It's a feeling Jonny! You're literally a feelings doctor!"

"I'm a psychopharmacologist."

"You're a psychiatrist and a psychology professor!"

"Still more of a chemist."

"Yeah, a Fear Toxicologist."

I gave a dry chuckle.

"The satisfying answer you're lookin' for is somethin' you're gonna have to ask Crowley directly."

"You saw how I tried to ask you."

"Yeah, terribly."

"I can't just ask Crowley."

"You mean to tell me you can kiss her but not talk about your feelings with her?"

"How do you-"

"I can read, Jon," Harley snickered, "That woman writes everything online."

"I-"

"Jonny, talk to her when she gets back. For real, for once."

I sighed and stood up, "Well, it's been enlightening, Dr. Quinzel."

"Always a pleasure Jon-Jon," She chuckled, "And, quit bein' a stranger, wouldja?"

I gave a halfhearted smile and turned on my heel. "See you soon, Harley."

Notes, Harley Quinn: Good friend. Means well.

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 2 months

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FOOLS - Chapter 26 - Part 2

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Noah Wright

I stopped in my tracks.

Sam was down the hall talking to a guy in my senior class.

Why was Sam talking to Christopher Smithers?

Chris is also gay, like flamboyantly gay and it wouldn't have bothered me that they were talking but seeing how they were talking bothered the fuck out of me.

Sam was laughing at whatever Chris said, his cheeks flushed.

They were standing way too close.

Kiss me and then go flirt with him?

What the fuck was with that?

I shook my head.

Why was I getting so worked up over this?

I wasn't jealous... was I?

I continued walking, choosing to just let them talk and I could go to my last period.

It was fine.

Though I couldn't stop glancing over at Sam.

What if Chris made a move on him?

What if they go out?

I rolled my shoulders and took a breath to try to relax.

Whatever, I didn't care, Sam could date whoever the hell he wanted to.

We weren't going to happen anyway.

I saw Chris put his hand on Sam's arm and laughed.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

Then Chris tore a piece of paper out of his notebook and handed it to Sam.

Chris' phone number?

Hell no, who the fuck did he think he was?

Before I even knew what I was doing, I walked over to Sam and grabbed his arm, so he would turn around and face me.

"We need to talk," I said firmly, startling Sam.

"We're kind of in the middle of something," Chris said, narrowing his eyes at me.

I turned to him.

"Like I give a shit?" I said harshly.

Okay, I was being a dick but whatever, I was getting angry.

"Uh, okay," Sam said and he looked over at Chris.

"Sorry, I'll talk to you later."

"Text me?" Chris asked, making me cringe.

"He probably won't," I shot back at him as I dragged Sam into the other hallway and found a storage room.

I pulled him in and shut the door.

'Yes, I was aware of the irony of me being literally in a closet while I was sexually confused'.

I turned to face him.

"What the hell?" I asked.

"Me... what the hell? More like, what the hell to you. Barely talk to me the whole week then rudely drag me out of my conversation?" Sam questioned, his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, well I'm pissed," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You don't even like Chris. Why'd you give him your number? Are guys gonna go out?"

Ugh.

Why am I asking him all of this?

I sound like a jealous asshole!.

Sam glared at me.

"Get your facts straight, Noah," Sam started, annoyance radiating off him.

"He gave me his number and I didn't even ask for it and no, we're not going out. What the hell is the matter with you? Why do you care? You're just gonna ditch me in thirty seconds anyway. All because of that stupid kiss? Whatever, Noah, I'm outta here."

He was about to leave when I put my hand on the door to stop it from opening.

I was right behind him, my chest almost against his back.

"Don't go. Just..." I sighed.

"You're right, Okay? I'm sorry, I don't... I don't know what to do, well, I didn't know. Now I think I know," I told him honestly in a hushed tone.

Sam let go of the doorknob and I took a step back for him to turn around and face me.

"I'm listening," Sam said.

"Thinking about you and that damn kiss... and that other kiss, is driving me insane. It's just not something I ever thought about. Me being... gay or bisexual or whatever. I've never thought about it until you and it's a lot to take in and during that process, I was a complete shithead to you, so I'm sorry for that and then seeing you with Chris made me... jealous."

Sam started to smile at that.

I rolled my eye.

"Shut up," I told him.

"I didn't say anything," he giggled.

Actually giggled like a four year old.

"I knew you had a jealousy streak," he told me with a sly grin.

"Fuck off, I don't have a..."

Sam pulled a slip of paper 'the paper Chris had given him' out from his pocket.

It was blank.

I yanked it from his hand.

I flipped it over as if the number I had thought Chris wrote, would appear.

I look back up at Sam who was grinning.

"What the hell is this?" I asked and he burst out laughing.

"I got you so good, Noah Wright. There was no stupid number. We weren't even flirting, meat-head bu, I knew you'd get mad if you walked out of class and saw Chris talking to me and Chris went a long with it beautifully... Text me," Sam mimicked Chris' high pitched voice then mocked my low voice, saying...

"He probably won't," he laughed.

I shook my head but was amused that Sam just played me and I completely fell for it.

"Wow, you're a manipulative dumbass."

"Hmm but it worked, meat-head..."

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aetheternity · 3 years

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I'll admit it's exciting (P2)

Synopsis: Being your professor's dirty little secret. His pet.. Sounded too good to refuse.

Warning: Smut in the later chapters! 18+ only

"He kissed me!"

"You know what they were wrong, 1,547th time is the charm." Eren picked up a new much rounder stone then the one he'd been holding previously. He quickly chucked the object getting about three and a half splashes before it went under.

"They who??" Sasha questioned

"They the people of society, Sasha." Mikasa replied

It was virtually impossible to remember any of the events of Friday. Ever since that kiss you'd basically lost a day of your life to your protruding thoughts. Now on a perfectly crisp Saturday like today you'd spent all day hanging out with Eren, Mikasa and Sasha as god intended. It was a ritual after all. The four of you coming down to the river together if you weren't all busy with homework and just discussing life events and skipping stones.

"It just came outta nowhere and it was so sudden!" You pout, resting your head on your knee.

"Just don't say it like that in court. You wouldn't want his little puppy to be homeless when he loses his job." Sasha patted your shoulder and you sent her a glare.

"I thought the puppy didn't live with him." Mikasa said, skipping a stone that went twice as far as Eren's to his own annoyance.

"Meanwhile that isn't the important part." Eren interjected "You have to take this to the higher ups you know."

"Please Eren, this is no time to think responsibly."

Mikasa giggled at the scrunched up look on Eren's face as she picked up a stone with both hands. One that was almost bigger than her torso.

"Mikasa, that one isn't going to skip." Eren said, trying to pry it from her grasp.

"Well, what do you want to do then?" Sasha questioned with an eyebrow raise.

"Huh?"

"I mean you clearly don't want to rat him out and you think he's hot so why not try to date him?"

"Cause she can't Sasha. It's against university policy." Eren replied turning away from Mikasa as she let the rock go. "And it's kinda gross."

When Mikasa chucked the rock in her arms the force was honestly intimidating. Surprisingly enough it managed to skip. Hitting the water once against the surface before sinking into the bright blue river.

"But I want to so baaaaadddd."

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well I mean if you go to the dean with that logic he'll probably allow it."

"Stupid sarcastic fuck.." You whispered with a huff.

"Mikasa, come on help me out here." Eren sighed turning to Mikasa who simply shrugged reaching for a new rock with one hand. "Thanks.." He mumbled

Sasha let out a loud sigh as she plopped down next to you. Scattering the rocks with her feet. "I'm hungry." She announced, resting her head on your shoulder.

Eren flipped the bag strapped to his back around digging in it for a couple seconds before tossing Sasha and you a sandwich and a bottle of lukewarm water.

"Yes!! You're amazing Eren!!" Sasha delighted

"Thanks.." You muttered, turning the baggie with the sandwich in it over in your hand.

Eren walked over plopping the bag between his legs and raising an arm to place over your shoulders.

"College is about new experiences." Mikasa said as she stood in front of you. "If you're not in a rush you'll find something to get excited over."

"Sleeping with a professor is a new experience that would excite anyone." Sasha said inbetween bites immediately getting flicked by Eren.

A mocking sob left your lips, interspersed with a couple snorts as you raised a hand up for Sasha that she instantly high fived.

~~~~

Somehow you'd managed to come to class on Tuesday and not hear a word of the lecture. Barely paying attention to your work as you read the same question over and over again and everytime he looked at you.... Dammit was he staring? Were you staring??

How could he sit there in that bright blue shirt? A shirt that matched his eyes so much so that they made their gorgeousness that much more enticing. You could feel your cheeks become pink as the memory of his lips drifting back like a curse. It made you grip your pen a little tighter, squeeze your thighs together a little-

"Hey.." You peeked up at the almost intimidating gaze he had set on you that had your heart racing. And wow your chest was definitely moving a lot faster. "The class ended." He muttered

Was he talking lower??

"Sorry.."

"Don't be."

He inched a little closer. The tip of his nose hovering just above the bridge of yours. His breath cold where it hit your skin. But then he was backing away.

"I promise you i'm not the kind of guy who preys on his students. I promise, seriously I.. normally don't but-"

"No-no.." You chuckled to break the tension. "No, I didn't think-don't think you would." It came off more as a question.

"I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." He sighed, leaning his head back where he stood. "I just had to do that at least once. It's not excusing it I know it's wrong and I won't ever do it again. I don't know what got into me."

Your eyes grew a little wider with every word that spilled off his lips. Fingers clutching the black pen in your grasp just a little harder.

"I said yes!" You announced a little too loud in the empty classroom. "I said yes.. when you asked."

"Y-yes, you did." His flushed cheeks made him effortlessly more adorable. Pink stretching over the bridge of his nose.

"I like you a lot already Mr. Arlert." You admitted staring deeply at each tile on the floor.

"Call me, Armin."

"Armin." You repeated

"It's still unprofessional."

"No one has to know."

He let out a loud exhale, pacing towards his desk before coming to stand in front of you. "I can't date you. I'll get in trouble."

"No one has to know."

He was standing directly in front of you. Arms on each side of you boxing your hips in. "It's still-"

You pecked his whispering lips in a moment of weakness. Arm falling over his back and trailing down the shirt you kinda wanted to rip off now.

"Wrong." He finished

"I won't tell." You giggled, pushing his gorgeous blonde locks away only for them to flop back over his once exposed forehead.

When he stepped back it caused your heartbeat to practically fly from your ribcage. The once quiet room being quickly bombarded with the next class and you hoped you didn't look as dazed and flushed as you felt. You leaned over the desk to grab your bag and just as soon Armin was standing beside you again.

"My office.." He whispered "It's on your syllabus, the room number and floor." And with those last words he was flooding out like a decapitated chicken.

Did he mean?? No he couldn't have?? Your brain wracked the second you'd left the crowding room.

He couldn't be suggesting?..

Without a second thought you ripped your bag open, wrenching your folder from the small compartment inside. With a quick flip it was open though a couple of your papers spilled out. You gripped the misplaced papers searching over the syllabus.

Downstairs.

For the first time since you'd seen it during your first college tour and started your first day you took the stairs. Bolting around and almost through passersby going in the opposite direction.

You didn't even know if he'd get there before you and at this speed he might not but you were trekking so quickly until you'd finally reached the door. Slowed to a walk as you turned the corner passing people carrying papers and flipping through thick binders as they walked.

You slowed even further, walking past a couple of desks some with people typingaway on computers and some completely empty. Your chest was pretty much ready to explode once you'd stopped at the last door at the end of the hall. Copy maker and small plant decorating the mostly empty space.

It only took two hesitant knocks for you to get pulled in. Gasping as your back hit the back of the door with a small yelp and the light thud of your skull.

His thumbs held your head in place as he dipped his face close to yours. Every bit of his breath tickling your lips. So warm where they teased you. You brought both hands up to curve over the back of his neck gripping his head almost tightly until he was pressing his lips onto yours with a roughness he hadn't exuded the first time.

"Mm.. what's that?" You giggled, pulling back.

His breath was so intoxicating and as much as you were begging for more your curiosity always won over other emotions. "What's what?" He replied

You pulled his hand back from your face immediately delighted in the smooth cold steel between your fingers as you held one of the rings cuddlinghis index finger.

"My rings." He replied, pressing back against your mouth with gentle hunger. "I don't like to wear them in class anymore cause the girls ask too many questions." He traced his lips past your cheek. And towards your outstreched chin giving it a little suck that made you whimper.

"Questions.." Your breathed in affirmation.

His teeth grazed the skin of your chin teasing exactly where he wanted to leave marks as he left more splayed kisses. "That and.. I don't like typing with them on."

His hands were back on your cheeks now. Grip a little looser against your face. His tongue drifted forward towards your lips. Breath catching a bit as he tasted you for the first time. A moan slipped from your open mouth, the sigh from his lips unbelievably pleasurable.

"Do you like them?" He whispered against your open lips.

"Mm?" You could barely muster.

His tongue crested over yours, pressing it further back into your mouth. You only had a second to press back before he'd retreated to pressing the tip of his tongue against the roof of your mouth. And then he was pushing his tongue back against yours pulling it forward and then pressing it back.

"My.. rings." He breathed between kisses. Right against your lips. Stealing your oxygen while barely reacting on his side. "You like them?.."

"Mmhm.."

He let out a little giggle, blonde hair a complicated mess against yours and his forehead. He pressed in as close as he could be with each sweet kiss. One. Two. Three.

"Let me take you out ok?"

When you didn't answer he pulled back ignoring your little whimper. Blue eyes blown and dark right in the middle as he stared into the depths of you.

"Wanna take you out." He almost slurred "Ok?"

"Mm ok.."

He rewarded your efforts to speak with a deep kiss. One that filled your chest while simultaneously causing your heat to combust. Your body smothered by his, grip tight where it grabbed onto the back of his shirt and neck. His own hand on your chin with just his thumb and index finger to guide you.

"Where do you wanna go?" His free hand moved to press against the door. "Where do you want me to take you?"

You pulled back, air lost on you and face seething with heat. "How do you expect me to answer when you just had your tongue down my throat?"

He shakes his head with a breathy chuckle that finally proves how the kiss has been effecting his own body. "Sorry. So?"

"I-I don't know.."

"Mm. My pick then, I promise I'll take you somewhere good."

~~~~

"Don't tell Eren.."

"Mm." Sasha replied

You'd gone straight to Sasha's room the second you'd left Armin's office and now you were laying on her floor while she scarfed down a pound cake next to you.

"I made out with him in his office.. and we planned a date.."

Sasha paused with a raised eyebrow. "What about Mikasa's whole find another reason to be invested in college thing?"

"Ok, I never said I'd do that."

She nodded, "Eren's gonna kill you.."

"No! Look the reason it's just me and you here and not Mikasa and Eren too is because I don't need his judgement!" You pouted, pulling your legs into your chest as Sasha took a new bite from her cake.

"How was he?"

"God his lips were so soft and breathtaking. I was suffocating in the best way."

"Tongue?"

"His tongue is the reason my thighs are shaking like this." You pulled back, resting the backs of your hands on the ground as your leg continued the uncontrollable shivering it'd been doing since you'd left Armin's office.

"Oh, well that explains one of my questions." Sasha said with a smile. "New question, how the hell do you plan on hiding this from Eren?"

"He's my friend not my dad I don't need to hide it or get his permission."

Sasha paused mid bite. "But.. you didn't invite him here to listen to your date plans??"

"Who's side are you on?"

"I believe the correct answer is yours!" She beams as you brush her hair back from her face with your fingers. She stuffs the last of the cake into her mouth as you continue, "I mean I'm not hiding it. I just wanna be happy in this and Eren will ruin it. People say you shouldn't tell your friends about things you know they'll ruin."

"Society?"

"Huh?" Sasha stared up at you from where she'd moved to relax her head in your lap. "Yeah sure Sasha society.."

Sasha hummed as you slowly combed her hair from its ponytail. "So where's the date anyway?"

"He hasn't told me yet but he said it'll be special."

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You hadn't properly talked to Armin since you'd both kissed in his office but he had your phone number. Not that he texted you much (to your own annoyance.) But on Friday he did. Told you to come outside at almost 12am with a quick apology text underneath with praying hands hoping he hadn't woken you.

You got dressed pretty casually. V neck t-shirt and jeans with your best looking pair of sneakers before heading down stairs where Armin stood in his own casual white tee (that accented his biceps.) And some standard looking black jeans.

"I thought about it for a little too long huh?" He smiled holding out a thin piece of cloth. "Just until we get there." He assured

You couldn't stop snickering with each step you took. Sparks racing up and down your spine as Armin held your waist.

"What's so funny?"

"Hmm.. I don't know I just figured I'd have to wait till at least the third date to be blindfolded."

He paused and you held your breath. "N-no it's not like that.. I normally don't do this but it has to be a surprise."

You laughed away his tension. "No no I figured." You would honestly give anything to see his face right now.

You could tell the terrain had changed as soon as you felt grass tickling the backs of your ankles and you reached out to him as the feeling of falling started to take you.

"It's ok. We're almost there."

You managed to grab his wrist and the breathy laugh on your neck made your skin practically spark.

"Don't worry I won't let you fall." He pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear and you were both gradually slowing until he'd stopped you.

He carefully untucked the blindfold making sure he didn't tangle your hair as he pulled it off your face. It slowly unraveled and tickled your skin revealing the cutest picnic set up. A small green blanket draped over the ground with tiny lanterns sprinkled around the spread and a basket right in the middle.

A container leaned against one side of the basket while another blanket rested on the other side. A folded white one with green stripes spreading over it.

"Come sit."

"This is so beautiful." You remarked, careful not to jostle the set up as you sat. "You should've told me I would've dressed nicer."

He shook his head, "The point of this was so you'd be your most normal self. So just be you ok." He held out a glass which you instantly took as he poured the liquid from the jug in his lap into your cup. "Sorry I didn't ask you what your favorite foods were.. I wanted it to be a surprise so I spent most of this week preparing."

"Armin.." You exhaled softly reaching out for his hand. He flinched away for just a second and then he was back, flipping his hand around for you to hold it.

"Let's lie down ok?"

"Mm."

"Unless you're really hungry." He offered looking at you as his head plopped back on the grass.

"No no I'm ok I promise. I ate not too long ago." You replied leaning your head back until it made contact with slightly dewy grass.

He hummed in affirmation, rubbing his thumbs over each of your knuckles individually. "Then all this food might have been too much." He chuckled

"I mean we can eat it sometime." You whispered rolling you head over to face him. He slowly did the same and it had quickly turned into a staring contest.

"I don't really feel like I should ask you about college." He started "I mean you must talk about it enough seeing as that's all people ever seem to ask about once you're there."

"Mmhm." You snickered

"Tell me something random."

You stared up in mock contemplation before a soft smile played at your lips. "Well, I'm really into my college professor.."

He laughed, "Not college related!"

"So I started dating this guy.."

"Ugggghhh!"

At this point you were both stuck in a small fit of giggles. Once he'd relaxed a little he threaded his fingers through yours squeezing both your hands impossibly tightly and then bringing the back of your hand up to his lips for a quick peck.

"You're wearing the rings." You said, turning your adjoined hands over and sliding your thumb over the one on his index finger.

"I couldn't help but remember, this girl likes them a lot."

"Where'd you originally get them anyway?"

He blinked not taking his eyes off your face slowly turning more serious. "Well.. I had this friend and she told me I had perfect fingers for rings so she got me these for my birthday."

"By friend you mean ex?"

He slowly nodded, "Hope that doesn't make them less pretty. I just couldn't get rid of them. Not because I still have feelings! Don't think that I just I really like them!"

You huffed hoping it came off playfully and not the way you felt you looked right now. "I've thought of something awesome to talk about."

"Mm?"

"What'd you wanna be when you grew up?" You smiled as he wrinkled his nose trying to prevent the very clear smile forming on his face.

"It's not that interesting.."

"Please don't say teacher. Please don't say teacher. Please don't say teacher." You beamed crossing your fingers on your free hand.

He playfully shoved you, "No! Close a surfer dude!"

You blinked in confusion bringing your cup up to your lips and taking a sip before repositioning yourself to be up on one elbow. "Huh??"

"You asked." He replied mimicking your actions.

"I did.. why did I do that again?"

He scoffed, "Gonna listen to my reason?"

"I'm here right?"

"When I was younger my mom used to love the beach. She had little ships in a bottle on her dresser, multi colored towels in the bathroom and a surfboard necklace with her initials engraved on it. When I was five she took me surf boarding for the first time." Armin reached into the basket holding out a loaf of bread which you cautiously bit off of.

"I was terrified, I cried so much and I fell over and scraped my knee. I fell over so much that day I'm still surprised she didn't give up on me. I didn't get it down that day or at all till I was eight and I rode my first wave and then crashed and had to be rescued by her. But by then I was able to laugh even while I was coughing up water."

He slowly pressed the bread to your lips once more as he let out a slow breath. "Once I hit ten her and my father had passed away in a plane crash and I vowed to be a surfer partially because of her. But I couldn't pick it up again after, no matter how easy I thought it would be."

You chewed through the new bite you'd taken. "Oh Armin, I'm sorry."

He shook his head, "It happened so long ago. And from then on I was raised by my grandparents so the story has a happy ending."

"In a way.." You muttered laying back on the grass.

"Sorry.." He sighed, placing the bread on a napkin by you and laying back down. "I shouldn't have told that story, it always makes people sad for me."

"No no, I'm not sad for you I'm glad your mom's life is a happy memory for you. Enough so that you can laugh while saying you wanted to be a surfer dude." You giggled

"Yeah yeah I know."

"It's not a bad thing."

"No I know."

"It's just-" You continued to laugh, holding your stomach. "I'm sorry it's just.. it's not surfer.. it's surfer dude." You cackled

"Well technically my dad suggested I say lifeguard so that was my true calling." You exhaled with a sigh, laughter slowly dissolving into the night air. "Cold?" He offered you the blanket and you quickly draped it over his shoulders too squeezing him in closer despite the objects between you both.

A comfortable silence slowly drifted in and you could swear in the distance you heard a soft hoot. Definitely ridiculous assumptions but you looked over at him.

"I just wanna stay here." You squeezed his hand under the blanket.

"Me too."

You looked back up at the night sky. "What if we slept here."

"We can't."

"Yeah.. I know."

A new silence fell over the two of you for a couple seconds and you could hear the sound of Armin's breathing slowing. "The stars are gorgeous tonight.." You mutter looking over at him. His eyelids shut for just a minute before he turned his head, cheeks immediately flushing pink as his droopy gaze fell over your face.

"Yeah.. yeah they are."

#aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin arlert x y/n #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #aot imagines #aot scenario

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hibiscuswolverine · 4 years

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some more komahina parent au cuz I’m thinking about it + Lil baby makoto doin lil baby things cuz that's what he do! Kinda long under cut!^^’

+ They the adopted the young lad when he was just a newborn (Fresh outta the batterbox- yes and that is what she said!)

+They’re kinda concerned when they first met him because he was quite a tiny little thing and the nurse was like “Oh no he’s healthy! He’s just very small for a newborn that’s all!”

+ Idk if I said this already but they didn’t want to introduce Makoto to the former class until he was bigger, because they want to at least get him settled and not overwhelm him with so many new faces (and with the class in general being loud)

+ Newborn makoto acted like a typical newborn; crying through the night, hungry, you know newborn things. As for his parents, they mostly took ‘shifts’ (aka one finding the other passed out on the couch while the milk boils over and makoto is still crying in the bg)....yeah they’re totally fine :)

+When they were still prepping for makoto they actually went to quite abit of parenting classes and was practically dragged into a baby shopping spree with the girls. They wanted to go with more neutral colors as they didn’t know his gender at the time but instead uh... let's say lil’ koto has an interesting wardrobe thanks to his aunts (and uncles too!) + He’s also in one of these (Nagito’s fault) cuz..LISTEN ITS TOO CUTE OF OPPORTUNITY TO PASS UP OK-

+ They often feared they were doing bad job with Makoto, but then they watch how other other people treat their kids or how the kids would treat them and they look at makoto who be vibing and they’re like ‘I guess we’re doing alright..’ =beyond this point is when he in his months and like 1st year= +I think its pretty obvious to say that makoto is more or less a happy lil baby! He liked to laugh and giggle a lot, and clap (no particular reason he just did.) and wiggle around (ibuki: It looks like little mako is dancing! Go on mako! show ‘em your moves!!). Still pretty small tho because he cursed like that. + Because he is so small he HATES being cold, like lil man will throw a fit if you even think about not bundling him up. Even if it’s just a lil chilly out so they always make sure to bring a spare blanket with them whenever they go out. + His favorite heat warmer is his papa (Hajime) he’s just lot warmer and softer than his dada (Nagito) both body and heat wise. (Nagito is still Nagito just without his illness, so he’s just really pale and lanky.) But that just means he has a lot of photo ops to take of the sleeping pair. +People often ask the pair if makoto is their biological son because of just how similar he looks to the two of them, sometimes to mess with people they say yes. +Makoto likes to babble.. quite a lot, he likes to babble a lot to parents. Nagito plays along and also talk to him to. Hajime often watches the two interact and is like ‘what on earth are they planning???’ (M: bab bab ba ba *shierks* N: *Babbles back* M: *babbles and claps his hands* N: Ah yes, I know perhaps we can go do that later, we should be able to find that there.) +Whenever Makoto starts to babble to Hajime, the two talk like they’re having a conversation of sort back and forth. Though hajime talks normal words to him. (M: Ba! ba! ababab aaaa! H: Wha-? You want cereal? No Mako! I’m not giving you cereal yet your not old enough. M: *cries*) +LoOK I know I said Izuru would only talk normally to him, but it's too funny not to think about Izuru babbling to Makoto. (Makoto and Izuru: *having a conversation* Hajime: *comes in* what are you two doing? Izuru: *sighs* you’re interrupting a important conversation here.) +In this AU nagito is an amputee (no left hand, he lost it due to the plane crash when he was young) Whenever nagito has his prosthetic off, Makoto often thinks that his stump is a great pacifier/teething toy. +Now I have no clue what job Hajime or Nagito would have but, Hajime does have one (one that he could tell you about). Nagito.. well let me explain; If you ever watched Martin, then there was this running gag in the show where Tommy always said he got a job but he never said what the job and everyone would ask what he did and he’d just reply ‘ it’s my job’....yeah so that's nagito. + So anyway, Nagito also brings Makoto with him to commit arson, he carries him around in baby carrier don’t worry! he got lil headphones, glass and stuff for protection! + Their family portrait is the three of them in all black with shades looking like they came outta an action movie (they’re posing dramatically too) while they’re like an explosion/ big ass fire behind them. Mahiru was very concerned for Makoto’s safety that day. +They’re nicknames for him range from ‘Koto, Mako, lil nugget, hope nugget’ and then everyone else has different ones for him (tiny person of light, makutie, lil’ man, Koko, mini nagito, big or mini mac, and little shit.) + Nagito holds him like he is the most delicate little thing, Hajime holds him like a normal person should, Izuru knows how to hold him properly but he doesn’t, he will pick his nephew by his leg and hold him upside down and just carry him around like that (Makoto will just giggle while his parents kinda freak out). + For his first birthday it mostly just consisted of his parents and his aunt + uncles (and their kids if they had any). He managed to “blow out” the candle by thwacking the flame with his hand, didn’t affect him to bad bc they got a cute cake smash photo with a cake covered Mako (A bad alternative would be him not touching the cake at all because he thwacked fire and it made him cry/scared the shit out of him) + Nagito came to find that with makoto his luck is a lil weird; like when he goes to play the lottery he finds that he isn’t winning like he used too. But when it comes the big numbers something bad happens that day and he goes to play and he wins. Weird huh? (I'm sorry i don’t nagito’s luck cycle that well-) + The moment makoto learns how to use his legs properly and can run, it is ON. Also he is one of those kids that if he’s too quiet for to long he’s up to something. + Makoto wants your food, and is not taking no for an answer. He’ll look at either of his parents and if they don’t give him the food fast enough or at all, he’ll just forcibly grab the spoon or fork and eat it (if its a finger food he’ll just aggressive grab the food from the bowl) don’t let it be one of his fav foods, he will fight you. Their drink aren’t save either if there's a straw he’s taking that too.

#thats all folks..for now!#nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #makoto naegi #komahina #komahina parent au #danganronpa #dangan ronpa #sdr2 #dr1

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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Hi! So we don’t interact much so idk if this is outta pocket or not but I saw pictures of Momo and she looks like my cat Aria! She was malnourished and kicked out on the city street when she was still growing so she’s stuck small kitty size even though she’s a few years old now. The end of her tail is broken and if you look really closely you can see part of the bone in her tail (the vet says it’s fine since it doesn’t bother her or anything and won’t get worse, don’t worry) she’s such a p(r)etty princess and she likes to play fetch with me! She was so protective of my family when we adopted her and stood off against her (new) brothers to “protect” us. She is the definition of “small but fierce”

Also her brothers are just as adorable, the eldest (Thor) has one eye and the middle child is partially blind with his eyes glazed over because they had herpes in their eyes as babies. If you are curious I have a lot of photos (like a shit ton, especially Loki. Aria can be hard to photograph sometimes so I have only a handful of pictures of her) I would love to share!!! 🥰

i don't mind moots sending asks even if we don't constantly interact! AND HOW CAN I REFUSE ARIA OHMYGOD LOOK AT HER GENDBENEJE I'M SMILING AT MY PHONE'S SCREEN RN!! AND THE HATTTT THAT IS SOOOOO ADORABLE 😭😭😭

just like Aria, momo was once a stray cat! tho a nearby convent was feeding momo and her little family she was still everywhere,, she had no permanent home and the nuns in the convent can't keep feeding them (bc they're growing in number) and right at that time she was born i lost a stray kitten i recently adopted. dumpling died because a vehicle outside our house accidentally ran over her (it's still painful to think about) i couldn't stop crying even during classes lol so my friend who was living near the convent took intiative to adopt momo (she thought her pure black fur fits my personality) so my friends gave momo to me on my birthday. we also have another cat! her name is ching! it's a calico cat and she was once a stray cat too :) we used to feed her but now she stays with us. she's bestfriends with momo. ching is my brother's cat, she loves my brother sm lmao. here are some pics of ching,, SHE ALWAYS LOOK SHOCKED WHEN I POINT THE CAMERA TO HER SORRY

Aria's broken tail kinda freaked me out but i'm glad it's not something serious. so being malnourished gave Aria a stunned growth? and i can relate with you,, taking pics of momo IS SO DIFFICULT bc 1) she hates attention 2) she's so dark vsnsbsnkss

i'd like to meet Thor and Loki please!! send me photos of them i would love to meet them ♡

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houseisekai · 3 years

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House Miisekai Prologue: The Adventure Begins!

House Miisekai Masterlist Here

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Our story begins in the land of Miisekaitopia! (No, I couldn't think of a better name.)

It is a world where everyone from both storylines and unholy amounts of AU's can live in peace without worrying about wars breaking out every 4 seconds.

At least it was.

The darkness came without warning, a great and terrible shadow threatening all of Miisekaitopia! An unspeakably huge dick came and stole everyone's faces! Then, to add insult to injury, put those faces onto monsters across the land!

But, we shall follow the perspective of Sara Valestein, Instructor of Class VII and the original House Isekai...

Sara casually strolled through the hills, enjoying the sunlight and wind blowing gently across her.

(Sara) "...Goddess I am so bored."

She had been kicked out of yet another bar recently for drinking too much.

Again.

Left with nothing to do, she decided to take a trip to nowhere in particular, going wherever fate took her.

Sara continued muttering to herself, mocking the established "rules" for drinking in a tavern until she noticed something flying in the air.

(Sara) "Is...that a face?"

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and saw the eyes slowly float over to a nearby butterfly.

(Sara) "Uh...?"

(Sara) "GAH!"

The horrific creature began floating faster towards Sara, which prompted her to run full speed ahead towards the closest town.

As she ran out of breath, she ran towards anyone would even take a minute to listen.

(Sara) "H-Hey, there's some freaky bug thing out there with a human face!"

BE-LOP!

Tiny lines of text ran down the guide's face.

It showed too many messages at once for her to properly read it, and the person remained completely still.

(Sara) "...Hello?"

(Everyone) "..."

(Sara) "...Right."

Sara moved to the next person she saw.

...

Sara saw a platypus with a name tag 'Perry' calmly sitting on the market stall.

(Sara) "Hello, anyone here?"

The platypus stared at her, not saying a word.

(Sara) "...What in the hell is with this town?"

Next try. That would probably work.

...

(Anakin) "What did we get ourselves into this time?"

(Obi-Wan) "I'm not sure but...I do not like this a single bit."

(Anakin) "At least you're in a taller body, my head barely reaches your stomach!"

(Obi-Wan) "It's not the first time."

(Sara) "Hey, excuse me ma'aaaaaaaaaa...What in the?"

(Anakin) "Listen lady, we got our own problems right now. We're not in the mood-"

(Obi-Wan) "What my young padawan means is that we unfortunately cannot spare any help if you need it ma'am."

(Sara) "...Evidently."

Sara nervously walked away from the two grown men in a child and woman's body.

(Sonia) "Did we get transported again?"

(Gundham) "By the works of dark magic, no doubt..."

(Sonia) "Oh, looks like there's someone over there. Hello ma'am, do you know where we are?"

(Sara) "Eh?...Huh. That's a good question. Where is this?"

(Sonia) "Oh well, I'm a bit more comfortable knowing that someone I like is with me here!"

(Gundham) "I...uh...er..."

(Sara) "That's cute. Ah, to be young again..."

Sara left the two to talk amongst themselves before finding the next...person?

It was an extremely fat rabbit that was grey and white.

(Sara) "What in the hell-"

BIG BIG CHUNGUS, BIG CHUNGUS, BIG-

(Sara) "Okay, screw that."

Sara finally saw the mayor and approached him, and when he turned she almost jumped.

It was a Piranha plant. She thought so anyway, it was covered in white polka dots and bright red.

(Plant) "Ah, welcome to the town miss?"

(Sara) "Uh, Sara. Sara Valestein. Listen, there's this weird face that attached itself to a butterfly outside your place! You're gonna do something right?"

(Plant) "Did...did you say a face float down? OH NO."

(Familiar Man's voice) "OH YES."

(Sara) ?

(Anakin) "Uh, master?"

(Obi-Wan) "I've got a bad feeling about this..."

The platypus, fat rabbit, and the discord notification looked up into the skies, getting increasingly alarmed.

(Gundham) "THIS DARKNESS...IT'S...IT'S OVERWHELMING!"

(Sonia) "His voice sounds grating like Souda's..."

(Plant) "COINS PRESERVE US! IT'S..."

[Imperial Will - Final Fantasy XIV OST]

(Dark Lord Chris) "KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD, AND OFFER YOUR FACES UNTO ME!"

(Sara) "...Faces? You mean like services or...?"

(Anakin) "Maybe that's metaphorical?"

(Obi-Wan) "I'm not sure I want to find out-"

(Chris) "NO, YOU REALLY DON'T. ALSO NO. I MEAN IT LITERALLY!"

Several faces began to fly off the townspeople.

First was the platypus's face, quickly followed by the discord notification and Anakin's.

(Obi-Wan) "ANAKIN!"

Then it was Sonia and the fat rabbit's faces that floated next to Chris.

(Gundham) "AAAAAAAGH!"

(Plant) "OH MY GOD, THIS IS HORRIBLE!"

(Sara) "Can someone tell me what the hell is happening?!-"

(Chris) "THESE NOW BELONG TO ME! NOW, GO TELL THE OTHERS WHAT YOU'VE SEEN HERE, FOR I WILL BE COMING FOR THEM NEXT!"

Chris flew off into the skies, the faces following closely behind.

(Sara) "What an asshole!"

(Plant) "ADVENTURER, PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP US!"

(Sara) "Right uh..."

Sara reached for her sword and pistol, which was nowhere to be found.

(Sara) "Well, that's just great..."

Obi-Wan struggled to walk over to here, still not accustomed to his body and looked at Sara.

(Obi-Wan) "Ma'am, I'm afraid I cannot go into battle myself to assist with this matter. And we don't appear to have our weapons either..."

(Sara) "So, what do you reckon I do? Ask nicely?"

...

(Sara) "Damn it."

OUTSIDE OF TOWN...

Chris was floating away from the town when Sara finally caught up to him.

(Sara) "HEY, JACKASS!"

(Chris) "...Oh, you mean me. I-I mean, OH, IS SOMEONE TRYING TO BE THE HERO NOW?"

(Sara) "Don't play smart with me you glasses wearing freak! Give back their faces!"

(Chris) "Or what? You're going to fight me?"

Sara cracked her knuckles.

(Chris) "...Oh shit. Uh, here have it."

The face slowly floated over to a slime, which reattached itself and began hopping towards Sara.

(Anakin's voice) "OH MAN, I THOUGHT THE KID BODY WAS BAD!"

(Chris) "Uh anyways, LATER!"

Chris quickly flew away from Sara, leaving her and Anakin's face on a slime.

(Sara) "Alright, LET'S GO!"

Sara drove her fist into the slime, which quickly bounced off.

(Sara) "...Oh right. It's a slime."

The slime retaliated by knocking Sara onto her back.

(Anakin's voice) "Sorry!"

(Sara) "Damn, my weapons aren't anywhere to be found either!

"I AM THOU...THOU ART I..."

(Sara) "Oh, what is it now-HURK?!"

Sara reached for her head as the voice boomed thunderously.

"THOU ART...Okay, no we're not rhyming. I'm your guardian spirit, Sara!"

(Sara) "Really now? And where were you during Erebonia?!"

"ANYWAYS, it seems you're in a bit of trouble! Do you need some help?"

(Sara) "It's either getting help or getting killed by a damn slime of all things, so...Yeah, sure."

"Good choice! Now, I bestow upon you the awesome power of the guardian!"

(Sara) "You're gonna explain later where I got this from, right?"

"That depends, do you want the plot to get moving? Our other posts are slowed down as it is, and this has gotten too meta in just the first few lines of this."

(Sara) "Ugh, fine."

Sara's outfit shined forth and became donned in armor, wielding a new sword.

(Sara) "Hey, you cheap bastard, where's my gun?!"

"This is a fantasy RPG, why would you get a gun? Just kill the damn slime already!"

(Anakin's voice) "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!"

(Sara) "Hold on, I'll getcha outta there, HIYA!"

[COOL QUIRK: WEAK POINT]

Sara took one swing of her sword and smacked the slime into the floor, it quickly disappearing.

Anakin's face floated off the slime and back to the town.

"That was..."

(Sara) "Really anti-climatic."

"You should uh...probably go back to the town and check up on Anakin."

INSIDE OF TOWN...

Anakin's face slowly floated back onto the child's body, making him trip over.

(Anakin) "AGH!"

(Obi-Wan) "So, how was it?"

(Anakin) "I was just put into a slime's body, how do you think I feel?!"

(Obi-Wan) "Same as usual, got it."

Obi-Wan turned to Sara, who now looked like a proper knight.

(Obi-Wan) "You have our thanks for helping us, Miss?"

(Sara) "Name's Sara."

(Anakin) "Thanks for helping me out there. What are you gonna do? We'd join you but our bodies would just get in the way."

(Sara) "I'm going to uh...Hey, what is the plan?"

"What do you think? You're the only hero in a fantasy land."

(Obi-Wan) "Is she alright?"

(Anakin) "Yeah, she started doing this earlier, no idea what's up with it."

(Sara) "Might as well go after the others, see what happens I guess. Anyways, I'll be back once I restored this town, until then!"

Sara held onto her sheathe and ran out of the town, those still faceless watching her leave.

(Gundham) "Please hurry. Sonia is...unsettling me."

(Plant) "Miss Valestein, you're our only hope...!"

(Anakin) "Think she'll be okay? That talking thing is really concerning me."

(Obi-Wan) "Probably...?"

[Chase Me - Faky]

(Sara) "Right so...do I just go forward?"

"Where did you see him fly off to?"

(Sara) "Was a lot more focused on trying NOT to get murdered by the slimes."

"It was just a slime, you've killed enemy mechs and demonic beasts like it was nothing!"

(Sara) "That's when I had my weapons and ARCUS unit!"

"..Still. Should've had no problem. I probably didn't even have to interfere."

(Sara) "Good goddess, am I going to be stuck with you? Actually WHO even are you?"

"The narrator! In a sense anyway."

(Sara) "What-"

And so begins the tale of Sara Valestein and her quest to defeat the Dark Lord Chris!

What friends will she encounter on the way?

How much of the meta can we break more than we have?

How many more jokes will the writer run into the ground as this series goes on?

FIND OUT NEXT TIME, ON HOUSE MIISEKAI!

(Sara) "...What?!"

STARRING:

And yours truly as the antagonist for this story!

Here's to some more god-awful written meme stories like this one, everyone!

#House Isekai #House Isekai ARR #House Miisekai

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ficstogo · 4 years

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"Drunk confessions" and "best friends to lovers" with Barry please?

Words: 1,378

Warnings: None

He knew it. You were having a tough time. It was the only reason why you were drinking this much and at the bar by yourself. The whole class was here having a good time and although you seemed like nothing was bothering you, as if you yourself were having a good time as well, he knew you weren’t drinking for funsies, you were drinking to get something off your mind.

He was concerned, of course. You were the only one that he befriended that accepted what he does for a living. You never went to the cops, you never looked at him differently, you never screamed or ran for your life, you only sat there in his apartment listening as you fixed him up. After that he didn’t see or hear from you for the next couple of days and it scared him to death. It scared him that you would rat on him, it scared him about the idea of Fuches finding out and putting you on his hit list. Then, when he came back to class, you sat next to him and talked to him as if nothing happened.

From there he knew you were to be his best friend for the rest of his life and when he thought about it, he never really had a best friend before.

He finally took a seat next to as you asked for another drink. You were swaying in your seat and that’s when Barry realized how much you were really guzzling down drinks.

“Y/N” He startled you as you didn't realize that he took a seat next to you. You didn’t even feel him brush by.

“B-Barry! Jesus, you scared the hell outta me…"

“Sorry…” He gave you a moment to get yourself together. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Y/N.” Barry turns his body towards you giving you his full attention. You take a quick glance at him from the side but his blue worried eyes made you not want to look at him. He knew you too well and it only added to your misery. “Is something going on? Did something happen?” He had a protective air around him with his face stern and concentrated. It only made you feel worse. He looked out for you and he knew if you weren’t yourself. All the more reason to keep drinking.

“What? N-no, nothing's happened…”

"Then what's up with the drinking?"

"W-what? I j-just want a few drinks. What's so bad about it?" You turn away from him with a scoff as you hold on to your beer tighter as your shoulders tensed up.

You felt it all the time. The sense of yearning. It hurt although he gave you no reason to. Its the thought of what could be that always gets to you. Barry suddenly became the one thing you thought about all the time even if you didn’t want to. You overthought every little thing, trying to find reasons behind actions that possibly mean nothing.

What you were dealing with is a lot of overthinking and a lot of over-feeling.

"Nothing, it's just-"

"It's just that y-you don't want me h-having fun on my own, huh?" You say in an exasperated tone. "I don't n-need you around here-around me to h-have a good time, Barry." Of course that wasn't the case but you couldn't even bring yourself to admit that you just want to be around him all the time in any way you can because if you did you would break down again. And you weren't drunk enough to let that slip.

"I-I can go dancing. W-without you." The moment you said that you try to get out of your seat with your foot pushing you off the ground only to slip up and almost trip over. Barry instantly grabs you around your waist and a hand holding your arm.

"Alright, I'm taking you home." Barry states as he picks you back up on your feet and leads you to the exit. You try to argue with him but you didn't have the energy to fight him off. You knew you were drunk but you didn't realize how bad it was.

Barry opens the door and sits you down on the passenger seat. You were aware of his proximity as he tried to put on your seatbelt. He was so close you could have placed your hand on his head, raking your fingers through his hair and pulled him to rest his head on your chest. You almost did, raising your hand for a second until he pulled away. You just laid your head against the rest.

The car ride home was quiet. The street lights that had that orange glow came through the windows. If this were a different time under different circumstances, this would have been something you would have fully enjoyed. Barry driving, the windows down, wind blowing through your hair as music softly played in the background.

It wasn't a time you wished it would be. This was a time where you would make a fool of yourself again in front of him.

Once Barry arrived to your place he turned to only see you idle, eyes closed in a small frown. Barry gets out to your side of the car, unbuckling you and then nudging you awake. "Y/N...Y/N, come on, we're here." You groan and blink your eyes only for you to squint them. You try to get yourself out but Barry help carry most of your weight to your door.

Once Barry gets inside, he takes the initiative to carry you the rest of the way to your bed. He felt so lovely with him holding you as you snuggled your head against his neck with your arms wrapped around him. You made sure to remember this and keep the sensations you were feeling close to your heart. He felt so warm in his sweater and comforting with how secured he was holding you.

Barry laid you down in bed, taking your shoes off and getting you settled for the night. He then goes to sit by you as you only prepare yourself to sleep. "Y/N…"

"Hmm…"

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Hmm...if I do, it'll only make things worse…" That got Barry's attention.

"Someone threatening you? I can help you, you know that, right?" There was a tightness in his voice as he said that. That only made your heart swell.

"I know but the only one that's threatening me is me."

"W-what do you mean?" Barry asks confused as he places a hand on top of yours. That statement worried him.

"If I say how much I like you, I'd kick my own ass…" you whispered out with a small chuckle at the end. You knew what you did and at the moment you could only view it as another funny joke.

Barry was quiet for a moment but you didn't think anything of it. If this friendship was ruined then so be it. You were just tired of keeping it in.

"How much do you like me?"

You smile in your sleepy state and Barry only felt himself get warm at the sight. You looked at peace with what you were about to say and it only made him feel so overwhelmed. "A whole lot...a lot more than I should as a friend…"

That overwhelmed him even more because he didn't think there was any way someone could tolerate him let alone like him once knowing what he does on the side. It overwhelmed him about the fact that this is someone he cared about deeply and there was a potential that harm could come their way.

"Yeah...I think I do too…" You only chuckled at his words as you finally pass out. Barry takes a long good look at you before he leans in gives you a kiss on your forehead while moving some strands of hair away from your face.

He gets up, turns the lamp off and heads out. He'll talk about this when you feel better. For now, he was going to live the night as a win for once in his life.

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darling-i-read-it · 5 years

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Just Another Girl

Billy Hargrove x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: insinuation to smut, language

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! Thank you for being so kind :)

Requested: by @wanhedavaliquette Can I request a Billy x reader please?? I'm obsessed with your writing omg 😲❤ can the plot be where you would always ignore Billy when he flirted but one night he shows up at your house when you're parents aren't home and you guys end up doing the do (i know you don't write smut, that's fine the insinuate it). And the next couple days at school he keeps trying to talk to you and you kind avoid/ignore him. He ends up cornering you and you say something like "i know I'm just like every- (1/2)"-every other girl, and you continuously trying to talk to me makes it worse" and Billy stops readers rating by kissing her and saying he doesn't sant her to be just any other girl and that he loves her?? And just like really fluff with a little mix of angst please?? I seriously love how you write, you're so good!!❤💚 (2/2)

Summary: the request

Genre: FLUFF

Song:

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You knew who Billy Hargrove was. You were very aware of his flirting with every girl in the school and you knew that if you ever, for one second, flirted back than there was a chance you would be chalked up to being like every other girl in this school.

Billy liked to sleep with someone and move on to the next and you refused to be like one of those girls who just let him roll all over you. He wasn’t worth it anyway. That’s what you always told yourself anyway even though you were pretty darn sure if you got anywhere near his cologne scented half buttoned down shirt you would finish unbuttoning it for him.

You tried your best to avoid him however you couldn’t do that in math class which you both shared. When he showed up he was usually all over you. All the girls in the class were really jealous of how much attention he was giving you but you had to tell them the only reason he showed any interest in you was because you showed no interest in him.

The day he showed up in class was no different than any other day. He had flirted endlessly with you and you had mistakenly let slip that you would be alone studying all night in your attempt to entertain him while also trying not to let him know you were giving him attention.

When you were sitting in your bedroom and heard the steady roar of the camaro outside of your window you shouldn’t have been as surprised as you had been. He knocked on the door and you were already in your short pajama shorts and braless t shirt. You hadn’t been expecting visitors.

“Hey sugar whats up?” he asked, leaning against your door frame. You rolled your eyes.

“How do you know where I live Billy?” He shrugged.

“The office lady has lunch with my stepmom. Sometimes she brings files over to talk student gossip with her. Somehow your file was in her bag as well,” he purred. You hit him with your pen.

“I am studying Billy.”

“I can always help you out there.”

“You take AP World History?” you mused. He shrugged.

“How hard can it be? There was war, we won, we lost yada yada. Can I come inside?” He was dripping with appeal. You parents were on vacation for the whole week and what you were fearing was coming true. He had gotten closer as you had been talking and you were so close to touching his jacket. He raised a hand to touch your arm and you nearly lost it right then.

Giving in seemed so nice.

“Mind if I kiss you?” he asked. You swallowed hard and moved before he could, meeting his lips in the doorway. He made you stumble backward and into the house. You kicked the door shut and the homework was forgotten for another day.

When you woke up the next morning, sprawled along the couch, you were alone in the house. You nearly screamed yourself awake with realization of what had happened last night. You had slept with Billy Hargrove and he was going to drop you as fast as he could. In fact he was already gone. No more flirting in math class, no more him following you in his car.

Your high school life had now changed forever because you were no longer the girl who wouldn’t sleep with Billy Hargrove. You were the girl who had and would again if he asked.

You got dressed and trudged through Friday. Weirdly enough he still tried to catch your attention but you ignored him, trying to forget what had happened the night before. The next few school days panned out just as they had before you slept with him until one day he cornered you.

The school day had just ended and you were going for your car but he had stopped you against a pole in the parking lot.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” he asked, out of breath. You looked at your shoes and at his shoes. He was wearing boots. Must not have basketball practice today.

"I know I'm just like every other girl, and you continuously trying to talk to me makes it worse Billy. You don’t need to entertain me anymore I slept with you its ov-”

He cut you off by closing the space between you. You had seen him grab girls asses before but never had you seen him kiss a girl like he was kissing you right now. It wasn’t pull at his hair rough, it was soft and so unlike Billy Hargrove.

He only pulled away to speak.

“I don’t want you to forget about me like every other girl. I don’t want to forget you. Don’t you get it Y/N?” You shook your head, feeling a little drowsy from how good that kiss was.

“Get what?”

“I love you goddammit.”

“What?” you were utterly shocked.

“Don’t make me say it again it was hard enough to say it the first time,” he muttered. You could feel people's eyes on you. A smile crept on your face and you grabbed the back of his head, kissing him harsher.

“My parents are still away if you want to give me a ride home?” you whispered. He smiled and kissed you once more.

“Lets get outta here then.”

All day: @swanky-batman @caswinchester2000 @alexander-reformed

#billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagines #billy hargrove imagines

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pinkpeonyprincessblog · 4 years

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Anything For my Favourite Girl

"Stop!" I groaned in a desperate whisper, clutching at my chest in the hope of slowing my pounding heartbeat. "Why you won't you stop!" I yelled, scrubbing at my face angrily, ignoring the sting that omitted from the open cut on the side of my cheek as my nail caught it.

I had been sat in one of the schools three girls bathroom stalls for more than half an hour now, and nothing was changing. My chest hurt more than ever, and I struggled to get air in as my lungs constricted.

I was used to the panic attacks. Normally I greeted them as an old friend, letting them wash over me like a wave on the shore, but this one was different. This one felt as though I was caught in a rip, being pulled this way and that, unable to orient myself in the chaos.

Finally, I came to realise that it was no use, I'd have to call my mum, I didn't have a choice. I dialled the number, my knees shaking as I waited for her to pick up, yet hoping that she didn't. It had all started in gym class, when I was assigned goalie for the rotation of the day-soccer drills.

A year ago this would have been fine, I would have enjoyed it even, but as I stood there then, all I could see was the truck veering towards us, unable to stop before it was too late. A whole year later, and the crash was still effecting me, taking everything from me, first my dad, now my sanity.

"Hello?" My mum's voice came through the phone, grounding me again.

"M-mum, I need help," I cried.

"Mia, my darling, what happened?" I could tell she was worried from the way she rushed her words out, but she kept her tone soft.

"Gym, football, hurt,"Was all I managed to get out, before I chocked on a sob.

"I'll be there in five minutes, meet me in the office, can you do that baby? I'll call your brother."

I groaned at the mention of my brother. Shawn was a third year resident at the local emergency department, and while I loved my brother dearly, I hated his chosen profession- yet another side effect of the crash. I nodded, before realising that my mother couldn't see this and mumbled a "Mmmm." Before hanging up, and struggling to my feet. My face and hands were bloody and sore, purplish-blue bruises already starting to form. My whole body ached with every step I took, but I made it eventually, opening the door and earning a gasp from the receptionist.

I didn't have to wait long, before mum was running from the parking lot and ushering me back towards the car. "Your brother's waiting for us at work bubby," she spoke as I rested my head against the glass, wanting to go to sleep. "Don't fall asleep honey, you might Ave a concussion, judging by the bruising."

I signed, but sat up anyway, trying to stay focussed. It was long before we were pulling into the emergency bay of the hospital and I was being ushered into a wheelchair.

"Mia, what happened?" My brother asked, running towards the doors to meet us. When I didn't answer, he turned to mum, waiting for an answer.

"I don't know the full story," she admitted. "She called me in tears, something about gym class, but that's it."

"Pumpkin," he called, putting a hand on my shoulder and crouching down so he was at my height as we came to a stop in a bay. "I know you're in pain right now, and I know you're scared, but I need you to try and tell us what happened so we can help you," he explained.

"Us?" I panicked, the last thing I wanted was for weird strangers to be touching me.

"Before you panic, I know you hate hospitals so I pulled some strings and got my head of department to agree to let me do the consult," he explained softly, brushing some hair out of my eyes. "How does that sound?"

I took a moment to process what he'd said as he stood up again. "S-so no strangers?" I checked.

"No strangers," he confirmed with a soft smile, before holding his hand out to help me up. Holding me steady, as I got shakily to my feet. "Come and sit over here for me poppet," he spoke, directing me to the bed and sitting me down.

I sat on the bed swinging my legs back and forth as I watched Shawn go to the sink and wash his hand, before pulling a pair of gloves from the dispenser on the wall and coming to stand in front of me again.

"Okay, Mia, so tell me what happened."

I went on to tell him everything from the last hour and a half- how I had freaked out when the footballs started coming towards me, and instead of blocking them, they absolutely pummelled me. He listened patiently, but with a distinct look of pity and worry.

"And you're not having an trouble breathing?" he asked, rubbing his stethoscope between his hands and placing it to my chest. I shook my head. Even though I knew it was Shawn, my big brother, my best friend, I couldn't help but jump at the contact. "It's okay," he soothed, "I'm just listening to your heart and lungs."

I nodded, trying to ignore the tears that were building in my eyes again. I felt so stupid, I knew logically that no one would hurt me, especially not Shawn. He had always been my fiercest protector.

"Sounds perfect," he smiled, pulling away. Mum rested her hand gently on my leg, giving me a reassuring squeeze. "Remember, it's just your brother baby."

"That's right, just your annoying big brother," he agreed with a laugh, before pulling a penlight from his pocket. "Look at the wall for me- good," He praised. "Slight signs of concussion, but nothing too major, given that you remember what happened I'd say you'll just need to give your knoggin a rest."

I smiled at that, watching as he got up, amused that despite the professional context he was willing to use the language that he'd used with me at home all my life.

"Are you cold?" He asked, opening a cabinet, and pulling a blanket out. It was only then that I realised I was shivering. I nodded, relaxing into the warmth as he wrapped the soft material around me. "I'm just going to take your temperature. Okay honey."

I nodded, staying still as he waiting for the beep. "All good. Where else are you hurting?" He asked, sitting down on a swivel stool and rolling towards me.

This was the part that I was anxious about- dealing with the actual pain. I could feel the panic rising again, my chest tightening, and my hands going cold.

"Mia?" My brother called, as if from another land. "Mia?" I could feel him taking my hand in his. "Big breathes," he reminded me calmly resting my hand on his chest so I could feel his own steady heart beat. "Better now?" He asked, watching me carefully. I nodded, prompting him to go on.

"So, where were we?" He asked with a soft smile.

"My ribs hurt," I blurted out, " and my cheek and hand," I added.

"Okay," He nodded, "I can see your cheek and hands, they might need a few butterfly stitches, but nothing too major, so I'll deal with your ribs first?" He suggested, waiting for my okay, and gently pulling the fabric of my sweater up when I nodded. Even though it was my brother and we had been through pretty much everything together, there was something that felt so weirdly invasive as his hand ran along my ribs feeling for abnormalities.

"Ow," I hissed, slapping his hand away.

"Sorry honey. They're not broken that's a plus, but I'd say from the bruising you have a hairline fracture so you'll need to ice them and take pain relief. Unfortunately there isn't much else that can be done for ribs. Now how about these cuts?" He asked. I didn't answer immediately, instead reaching for him and focussing my attention on the tattoo on his forearm. The guitar symbolised his love of family, music and family and had always been a favourite.

"Come on bub, you're doing so well. Let's get you fixed up so we can get you outta here." He didn't sound upset or angry, just concerned.

"It's cold," I whined as he wiped over the wounds- first on my head and then on my hands with an anti-bacterial wipe. I hated the smell of them. It brought back so many memories of the accident. I felt so stupid, I had basically let myself be injured all because I had not been able to handle a football coming towards me. In that moment though, it was just a football, it was the truck coming towards me all over again, headlights blaring.

"It could be worse." He commented as he placed the final butterfly strip over the last bit of open flesh.

"You aren't the one bleeding," I grumbled making him laugh.

"Oh Mia, what are we going to do with you?" He asked, pulling his gloves off and pulling me into a tight hug.

"Take her home, give her some pain killers- no aspirin- for head." He told my mum. "I'll see you tonight princess, try to get some rest. I'll give mum a medical certificate for the rest of the week and I'll come check on you when I get home," he added, kissing my head gently.

"Thanks Shawnie," I whispered, nestling into him further.

"Anything for my favourite girl," he smiled. "All in a day's work honey."

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Travel-anon-hi! Good luck with your midterms and projects! Know you'll do great on them :D You'll get to be a weekend potato again soon, and better, a summer (baked) potato! Oo, road trips aren't a thing I've done with my friends actually (or on my own), but maybe I should try it since you said it's fun~ True, it's a little worrying on safety if you're going alone (+ rooming fees are scary as 1 person). I tend to keep to messaging people back home when I go alone, just so they know I'm ok (1/?)

(2/?) Korean fried chicken is so good there, and the prices are so cheap! I had a giant table-sized platter at a place in Hongdae before, and it was less than $7 aslviaijds it fed 3 people in one go. Cafe culture game is strongest out of all the Asian countries I’ve been to though! A lot of them are cute/indie/niche, which is really cool compared to all the franchised ones we have, yeah :/ I stray towards chai lattes and sesame drinks a lot at cafes c: or hot ciders! I try a lot of things tho!

(3/?) asjkla don’t get me started on sweets, haha. I plow through those like nobody’s business! You mentioned you don’t like coffee and sweets, but would you try anything else besides the matcha? It was a dream! A very furry dream. I’m not joking, I came outta there covered in fur all over (rip my black clothes), but I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Those dogs were so cute 💖 There’s a lot of dog and cat cafes in Japan too! Would you stop by one while you’re in Japan? I saw some in Harajuku~

(4/?) Euh, I normally wouldn’t mind sharing my galleries, but my artist handle is the same as my username on tumblr, haha. I’m a little intimidated since it’ll take me off anon status, sorry ^^; If I could include photos in asks, I’d just drop one here for you tho. Humidity is why I normally travel during fall/winter, haha! Humidity won’t kick my butt then, and leggings & sweater wear retains it’s place as my go to fashion too! Lowkey amused that we have that in common too~

(5/?) Wow! You visited a lot!! The Palace of Versailles was my favourite out of the ones you listed! Which one’s yours? All of it’s sooo pretty! Switzerland is super scenic and green, from what I remember - very different from most of the other European cities. Oo, Vietnam sounds so nice! I’m looking forward to hearing about your travels there! Haha, that sounds like my friends and I in Japan once. We kept getting plushies from a crane game, and trolled our bystanders into thinking it was easy!

(6/?) I always come back with a pile of plushies and snacks (little anything else); usually sneak the food through customs too ;u;~ Japanese snack-wise, I actually like kitkat, haha! They have so many different flavours there!! I prefer eating street food moreso there, there’s a lot of variety, but dango has my heart and soul. So sad I don’t have it here. Are there any foods you’re looking forward to from Japan that you’ve heard about and want to try :D? Festivals have a lot to offer!

(7/7) Yup! Japan Rail Pass is where I got it! You can pick it up in the airport, and return it using the mailbox there too c: Aw, would you go back to Japan sometime after this trip? A week isn’t really long, but you can definitely make the most of it with everything you’ll see and photo! Have lots of fun there 💖! Gonna try a new manufacturer~ I got spoiled on twt for the movie, cuz people didn’t tag cry D: you can still do those while studying too tho ;D good luck! Wow these are getting long

hello, m’love! and thank you!! i finished my econ project today and took my marketing midterm, so fingers crossed, everything goes well :D omg i can’t wait to be a weekend potato again and yess, only one more month to go before it’s summer :’) ahhh yes, they’re quite fun! it’s nice to blast music and sing along as you eat yummy snacks and drive to the beach. i hope you get to go on a road trip sometime! the fees are pretty daunting, and omg yes that’s a good idea to keep texting people. my roommate and i do that all the time whenever either of us are out late and we have to walk back to our dorm.

oh my gosh, $7 only?? why can’t food be this cheap and good here ): i have to definitely go to korea for all the food and cute cafes. ahhh omg they sound so lovely, like i would most definitely visit as many as possible. oooh, i’ve had a chai latte, but i’ve never had a sesame drink before! what is it like? and omg like apple cider? apple cider is always nice. i’d try all the drinks if possible ahah

honestly, i’ll try everything when i’m in a different country, like i had so much gelato in italy and crepes and macarons in paris. i really like red bean buns, too, so i want to try those fish pastries filled with red bean in korea? i don’t remember what they’re called, but to be honest, asian street food and asian pastries all looks so good i can’t help but try it all. oh my gosh, i feel like i’ll be the same way if i go to a dog cafe because all i wear is black and dark colored clothes too, but dogs are always worth it :’) and omg yes!!! i’ll have to visit at least one dog cafe in japan and i also want to try one of those japanese jiggly cheesecakes!! everything in japan is so aesthetically pleasing.

oooh okay, no worries!! but askdjlfasdf feeling intimidated– i hope i’m not being scary to you D: please let me know if you ever feel uncomfortable with our conversations! nevertheless, i’m 100% sure you’re a super talented artist 💓 i wish i could travel in the fall and winter, but sadly, university gets in the way and i can’t miss class. and omg leggings and sweaters are the best fashion!! it’s versatile like a potato, and it’s always comfy. i practically wear my leggings everyday of the week.

the palace of versailles was breath taking with the intricate designs and everything, but i’d have to say the art museums hold a special place in my heart. i could spend all day wandering through the museums and reading up on every art piece. i saw quite a few art students scattered around with their big pads of drawing paper and drawing some of the paintings, and wow, i wish i had the chance to do that, like imagine living so close to these museums that you can visit everyday and draw something new.

oooh, i think switzerland was also named the place with the happiest people, too? and me, too!! i’m so excited for vietnam, oh my goodness. ahhh omg teach me your ways with the crane machine :o i hope that i’ll be able to get one plushie from it without blowing all my money. hmmm, maybe i’ll just come to japan with an empty suitcase and fill it up with all the plushies and snacks there. omg yes, i’ve heard of all the variety of kitkat flavors they have there! i actually just got a bag of green tea kit kats from my friend, and i don’t even enjoy sweets too much, but they’re heavenly.

oooh yes, i’m looking forward to all the street food. i had dango before here, but it probably isn’t as good as the ones made in japan ashkdflas ahhh i want to try everything tbh! but i saw there was this restaurant where you can actually go fishing for your fish and then they’ll make sashimi out of it for you, and that sounds amazing. and i really want to have takoyaki and okonomiyaki and udon and ramen and soba and gosh, just everything. i really, really want to visit japan one day during its cherry blossom season with all the festivities. were you able to visit japan when it was cherry blossom season? :D

oh wow, that service is really handy and convenient! i’ll make sure to preorder one for sure. i do want to go back to japan again!! i want to explore more of its beautiful cities and experience the festivals. hopefully, i’ll be rich enough to do that in the future :’) but yes to tons of picture taking, and thank you!! 💞💞 i hope the new manufacturer works out! fingers crossed!! and oh noooo D: gosh that really sucks– i hope you still have a good time watching it with your friends though ): ahaha well yes, i can, but i probably shouldn’t if i want to effectively study, and thank you!! ahhh and thank you for taking the time to send me such lovely messages! you really make my day with them 💘 and how was your day?

#replies #anonymous #travel anon #i hope you're having a good day!!#💗💗💗

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WARNINGS: Hardons, grinding, touching, cunnilingus, nipple-play, foot worship, handjob, splooging, ejaculate-eating, analingus.

NOTES: Merry Christmas Eve! Welcome to the Bonus Level! It's gonna be really damn long, too, but I wanted the smut to be all in one spot. This way, if more uhhh vivid encounters are not your thing, feel free to skip this chapter entirely; it's just a fun little romp to enjoy after the long, hard road Kim and Knives have been down. No real plot, since that was all wrapped up in the chapter before. It's NSFW, to state the obvious. And I apologise for that double entendre at the very end lol.

Hope you've all enjoyed this fic and the crazy twists and turns it took along the way! Have to admit, I'm a little sad to see this one end, but all good things must, eventually. I'm going to find time to post the final level of "Bind Us" tomorrow, and then after that I can focus more fully on "Coven Of Oz". So I'm not going to be done writing! I will, however, miss the Pilgrimverse, but I've already gone on about that enough for a lifetime.

Happy Holidays!

Jessex

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Bonus Sexy Phase [Status: Not A Phase At All]

Actually, the "happily fucking ever after" started a lot sooner after that than I expected. I finished the dishes, then got some clothes together for my own shower. Tidied up a little, since my place tended to turn into a dump pretty easily. When I finally heard the bathroom click open, I went to meet my Knives, smiling at how cute she looked with damp hair and a towel around her toned body.

"Happy birthday to me."

"Dork," she giggled, glancing at the clothes under my arm. "Your turn?"

"Yep. If you find something of mine to wear that fits okay, have at it."

"Cool. I didn't think about that; I should probably keep some stuff at your apartment from now until classes start back up."

"Could be a smart idea." Leaning in to kiss her cheek, I whispered, "I'll be quick, I promise. Wanna watch a movie or whatever before you have to head to work?"

"Or whatever," she said with a grin as I went into the bathroom. That did strike me as a tiny bit odd… but I shook it off and just got on with my shower.

Those same feel-good sunshiney thoughts followed me through my morning routine. NegaKim's sensibilities were offended, but I was learning to balance those with the happier state of being I was in now. Weird. Breakfast in bed with the hottest girl I'd ever- well okay, the only hot girl I'd ever been remotely interested in, was apparently all I needed to turn my frown upside-down. At one point, I even caught myself humming some lame pop song Knives had played for me at one point.

Maybe Princess Pine really did take over.

When I exited the bathroom in sporty shorts and a faded old Plumtree tee, rubbing at my face, I looked in the living room for Knives. Nope. A glance told me she wasn't in the kitchen, so I headed for the bedroom.

"Hey, Kni… well."

That was all I could bring myself to say. Lying on my bed was a very nude Knives Chau, leaning up on her elbows and biting her lip as her cheeks glowed, red fringe hanging down over one of her eyes. My first thought was that she was adorable. The second was that I couldn't see a certain piece of anatomy that we had been discussing not too long ago. Didn't take much thinking to realise it was tucked away for aesthetic purposes. A quick glance up at her face again showed she was watching me, so I cast my eyes down, seeing her crimson toes scrunching up nervously.

"H-hey," she whispered. "I, um… f-found something of yours to wear."

"What?" I took another look and finally spotted it: a silver necklace that I forgot I even owned. That was it. "Ah. Well, uh… nice. It's very nice."

"Is it okay? It's not like, a priceless family heirloom or something, is it? I could-"

"No, no," I laughed. Actually, it kind of was; it belonged to my mom, and her mom before her. But it wasn't 'priceless', just a fairly common silver chain. Not one I cared about a lot, but would have been sad if I lost it. "Looks good on you. Um…"

Again, she flexed the muscles in her calves, in her stomach. Trying to keep still, I think. "Um?" But instead of answering right away, I came over to sit on the bed. Clearly, she was seconds away from freaking out. My hand drifted over… and I stuck my finger into her navel.

"Beep."

"Hey!" she giggled, smiling in both amusement and relief. I withdrew my hand, just smiling down at her. "So… hi."

"Bonjour," I replied in a deadpan, and we both grinned. "Now, I know this sends a pretty hard-to-misinterpret signal, but… what's going on here?"

"What do you mean? I'm, like… presenting myself to you. I'm a present!"

Nodding, I leaned down lower and kissed the slightly-damp temple, and heard her sigh. Then I drew back a couple inches. "Got that part. Just… well, I know you've been kind of… taking it slow in that area. So I don't want to assume that because you're in your birthday suit, that means I'm about to bang you senseless or whatever."

Those three words, "bang you senseless," did make her gasp and look a little shyer than she already did. But she recovered pretty fast, biting her lip before she responded, "I'm not really sure, either. Just… I guess I partly wanted to see what you would do if you got outta the shower and found me like this."

"Like a test?"

"Well… more like satisfying my curiosity? Not really supposed to be a test like that. Sorry if it feels that way! But like… it's not just a test."

Though I was nodding, that didn't mean I was completely sure what she meant. But I wasn't trying to accuse her of treating me badly by testing me. In her maybe-partly-asexual shoes, I'd probably be doing that to any and all prospective partners. So I just pet up and down her bare hip. "Does that mean I pass?"

"Y-yeah." She swallowed hard, then smiled up at me. "I'm… pretty satisfied so far."

"Want to be more satisfied?" I waggled my eyebrows to show her I was joking… but I guess she was too nervous about the whole situation. Her eyes wandered down to my hand, then back up to mine. "Knives?"

"Yes?"

"Uh… it's okay. We can find you something to wear."

"Not yet. Kiss me."

So I kissed her. I mean, when your girlfriend asks, you just do it. Unless you're in the middle of something huge, like negotiating a hostage situation. It was a good kiss, full of warmth and caring and the tiniest drop of heat. She rolled toward me a little, and I did the same, pulling myself more fully onto the bed as we began to embrace, to tangle our bodies and tongues. Man, was it nice. Every time was.

It didn't take that long for her to begin to squirm a little. At first, I kind of ignored it, but then I pulled back with a quiet snort of amusement. "Fine, go get your clothes. However you're comfortable."

"Not that, Kim," she whispered nervously. She glanced downward, then back up. "It's, um… if we keep going, I won't be able to keep it tucked back. That's all."

"What? Oh." My eyes tried to turn toward her thighs again but I kept myself from looking. "Morning wood strikes again?"

"Not morning wood this time. It's my…" Finally, a little of her usual light returned to her eyes as she grinned and whispered, "My Kim Pine."

"Get out."

"Awww," she giggled, forcing me to crack and smile as I rolled my eyes. "I thought that was a good one."

"Really isn't." As I pet up and down her hip, I whispered, "I don't care if I see it, you know. But if you do, we can trade? You can have these shorts, I have undies on."

Knives thought about it for a minute. Really thought. Then she whispered, "I'm okay with you seeing. I mean, after our conversation… I know you don't mind my body. Just hard for me to believe it sometimes. Does that make sense? It's not that I think you'd lie about this, just that I'm super nervous."

'And hurt from the last time you were in this kind of situation,' I thought to myself. But didn't bring it up. Young Neil was the past, and the two of them had settled things. Now was our time. Instead, I spent my energy kissing her lips again. "Would it help if I strip down, too?"

"Umm…" Her smile was vaguely coy. "Help me feel comfortable 'cause I'm not the only one who's naked, yeah. Otherwise, it's definitely not going to make Little Knives any more calm."

That was all I needed to hear. Now, let's get this straight: I don't generally like people seeing me in the buff. Even being in a swimsuit kinda makes me antsy, but it's the attire that suits the occasion, so I can roll with that. But I'm just barely less awkward about that than Knives is, and she has a legitimate societal reason to be afraid of people seeing her without her bits covered. With me, it's just the usual cocktail of beauty standards and low self-esteem. Still…

"Oooh," she cooed and clapped as I whipped my tee up and over my head, casually dropping it to the floor. My flush said it all, and she giggled. "Sorry, I can quit."

"Do you want to take these off? Make it an audience participation strip show?"

Biting her lip, she did hook one index finger over my waistband. That made me gulp; I was even less used to being stripped. But she pulled it away and pushed both fists against her chin. Too fucking cute. "Ohmygosh no, I couldn't."

"You sure?" A little nervous nod. So I stood back off the bed and pushed them down, shorts and undies in one go. The cool air made me shiver, but I forced myself not to think about that. Then I crawled back onto the bed to lie down next to her.

"Look how hot we are," she observed as she gestured down along our bodies. Not that I agreed, because I was lying next to perfection, but it was a nice thought. "Total lesbian fantasy."

Scoffing, I glanced down. "Pretty sure most lesbian fantasies don't include my overgrowth of firecrotch, or all these stupid freckles."

"Or a dick," she added. But it was a lighter tone than when either of us brought it up before.

"Hey, mine does."

Her nose bumped up against mine as she met my gaze. "You're weird, though. Weird enough to not mind someone even weirder." Then she really threw me for a loop by reaching down to brush her hand over my mons. "And I don't mind this. Like, that's how it grows, right?"

"O-ohhh," I let out shakily, having to swallow because my voice had cracked slightly. She drew back to blink at me, and I smiled. "Mm, yeah. I know. But if I have a date, I like to maintain a landing strip or something like that. Not just let the bush grow untamed. I wasn't expecting today to be when… anybody would be looking."

"I don't have to look!" she promised me with a nervous smile, removing her hand completely now. "Promise!"

"Well, it's fine. Um… are you sure you don't care about furriness levels?"

"Completely sure. I know the hair is clean. And even if it wasn't… well, I'd rather touch you when you're dirty than anybody else when they're clean."

That sent a throb downstairs that I had a pretty difficult time ignoring. So I kissed her again before I tried to talk. "God, you're pushing all the right buttons. Almost don't believe you've never done this before."

"Total noob," she assured me as she kissed back. We rolled slightly until I was on top of her, then again so that she was on top of me. After the first few seconds, everything else melted away, and I was just with Knives. My Knives, kissing and holding her close, basking in this moment.

Then I rolled to be on top again, and her legs shifted just differently enough from how they had been moved before. A thick something sprang up to be caught between my thighs, and I gasped; it was warm, and real, and definitely not my imagination. Knives let out a mewling noise below me, and I blinked down at her as her eyes fluttered open, waiting for what my reaction would be.

"That's you," I breathed with a smile, flexing my thigh muscles and squeezing her. She sucked in another breath then bit her lip, eyes slowly closing as she weathered the pleasure. "Wow…"

She started to say "I've never…" but then seemed to realise I would know that already, because she fell silent, peering up at me with uncertainty. Then I started to roll off. "Kim?"

"Well, I don't think you meant to come so close to putting it in, so I figured I would move." Settling in next to her, I petted up and down her stomach. On the way down, I bumped against it, and ducked my head. "Shit, sorry!"

After letting out a shaky sigh, she smiled over at me. "It's fine. I'm just… I dunno…" Licking her lips, she kissed mine quickly to give herself a moment to think. "This is dumb, but part of me was still worried you'd run away once you really saw it. Or felt it."

"I still haven't seen it yet. Well, through your panties, I guess."

"Do you want to? Look, I mean. I'm nervous, but if you wanted to…"

"Not if you're nervous."

Shaking her head, she kissed my cheek before whispering, "Not that kind of nervous. My words are getting all mixed up. Like… I'm excited, but also kinda scared you won't like it. And that's just because I'm scared about anyone looking, like, definitely not you specifically! Mostly excited, anyway. Does that make any sense?"

My face was stock still, eyes narrowed very slightly. "You're sure? Completely sure? I mean… I do want to, though. But only if you're-"

"Yes, silly," she giggled. But when my hand moved a little lower, she froze, so I stopped. Her sigh was obviously frustrated. "Okay, I know I keep reacting like that, but I really am okay. Just… can't help my squirminess."

"If I go too far, will you say 'stop'? Swear?" She gave a little nod, and smiled while biting her bottom lip. "Alright." Then I had an idea. Knives loved to talk. She could talk all fucking day. So as my hand drifted down again, I said, "I have a question."

"Go on?" she asked in a slightly higher pitch than usual.

"Um… so I'm not really sure how to talk about your dick. Meaning, I wanted to say before when I felt it pop up that it was 'so huge', but I didn't know… if you'd like me saying that, or if it would give you dysphoria. I guess."

Around the time my hand got to her hip, just to the side of where I knew I would find more, she answered, "Um… I dunno. But hey, look at you, learning the lingo!"

"Trying to," I snorted, wrapping my hand around the soft, warm skin. Her breath caught, then blasted outward in a gust. "Mmm… you like that?"

"Yeah…"

My lips pushed into her cheek. "So… if you want, I could say it's a pretty dick. Or maybe that it's a big clit? Since biologically speaking, it is."

"R-really?" she said in a tone that would have been conversational if she weren't shaking, eyes half-closed and bottom lip trembling.

"Yeah. I was reading about that last week, how like…" My fingers trailed down to press into the smooth sack. That was an interesting sensation, and she seemed even more surprised I was touching that than the thing above it if her squirming was any indication. "This is where it all starts, and we all have vaginas. And then some babies grow what you have, and some keep it the way mine is and work on the fine details. Or something like that."

A breathy little laugh as her thighs began to part. Very slowly, I began to kiss down her collarbone, along her chest. "Mmm… I think I… did hear something like that once… oh!" She blinked down at me when my tongue flicked over her nipple again. "Ohhh, wow, that's new!"

My lips drifted further down, over her stomach. "It's funny…" Nuzzled her belly button, and she twitched. Both all over her body and the hardness under my wrist. "This is easier for me now. Like… God, I don't think I could have done this before you were inside me."

"Did you have to phrase it that way?!" she laughed, and I laughed with her. We shared a smile for a moment, and then she looked away. "You're so close to me…"

"Mmhmm. But yeah, I mean, I wasn't… if I wanted to make anyone feel this good, it would have been you, but I still… it was too hard." She snorted, and I rolled my eyes. "Not like that, perv. I meant I couldn't just… um…" The words were being stubborn for me this time.

"You felt like I'd look at you, and you'd blush so hard you'd turn into a tomato?"

"Pretty much. That I might do this or that thing wrong and you'd feel annoyed instead of pleased. Or just that I'd look stupid for a half-second, which NegaKim would never allow. So even if we did this before you used the Micron, I would have been such an awkward idiot that it would have been pointless."

"Well, you're doing great," she breathed with a private smile only for the two of us. "My body feels like you love it right now." Another kiss, slightly closer to her center. "O-oh…"

Something about how she clenched her eyes shut made me reconsider. Not the whole thing, but going for the brass ring so soon. Should I climb back up to her other boob? Maybe just make out with her for a while until she feels relaxed again? But that would still leave her a little too well-placed to thrust just wrong and start our "first time" before we were ready for it.

Then I had another idea. A way that I could really up my game; one that I had disregarded once before as too crazy and weird, but would definitely prove that I was serious. When my lips disappeared completely, she let out a quiet "Hmm?" By the time she opened an eye, I was already kissing her big toe.

"Oh! What are you doing down there?"

"Showing your body that I love it." Another kiss, and she shivered. "What?"

"W-well…" Now I was curious about this. For some reason, it seemed to be really leaving her speechless. When my lips wrapped around two of the little digits, she squeaked, "Kim! What are y… why? That's so dirty…"

"Not right out of the shower," I reminded her as I flicked my tongue over the soft little toe-pads. Actually, it wasn't as horrible as I'd expected, even if it wasn't as much fun as her nipple. "I think you like it." But me accusing her of that made her flush and hide her face behind her hands, so I started kissing my way up her ankle as I said, "Or at least, you're surprised, but I don't know why when I was already kissing everywhere else."

"Because… I mean, you said feet weren't cute, right? And it's one thing to say my face is worth kissing, or my butt is. The D gives me mixed feelings. But this is…"

"Right." Said "D" was easy for me to see now. Kissing my way up her leg gave me such a fantastic view! Like the monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey, rising up above me. Seeing it only made my thirst more real, but I was determined to pace myself. "But it's okay for you to say my toes are cute, and to make me say yours are. And like you pointed out last time, we both just washed, so nothing's really 'dirty' right now. Including…"

And I had arrived. Her erection was an inch from my face, and I was smirking up at her, waiting to see what she would do. Giving her all the time in the world.

"Ooh…" Her thighs twitched together a little around me, but then pushed themselves wider. "Okay… so… what do you think?"

What a question. I wanted to tell her it was the hottest dick I'd ever seen and that I wanted it in me, but somehow I didn't think she wanted to hear that. Like it would make her feel 'manly' or whatever, which was not the goal. Her cock wasn't the biggest, but wasn't the smallest, either, and it was pretty thick and smooth-looking. My mouth was already watering to taste her, which was weird because I didn't normally care about going down on guys.

But she wasn't a guy. Probably a big factor in why this was different. And if I'm really being honest with myself… I wanted to go down on her before I learned she had a dick. This just made it easier, since I already had some practice with fellatio and wouldn't have to spend some period of adjustment learning cunnilingus. Something about Knives just made me want to devour all of her.

Maybe it was because she's so sweet. The world's best dessert.

"I like it," I told her simply. Getting that out of the way. My hands pushed her thighs all the way open, and she obliged before I leaned down on my hands. Inspecting. "The size is just about right. Really soft, and kissable." When I did kiss the underside, she squeaked, so I didn't do it again right away. "This line that goes down the bottom of it… over your balls…"

As my fingernail traced the dark little seam, she sucked a breath in through her teeth. When I went lower, she let out a shaky, "OH! God, Kim, I…"

"Too far?" When she didn't reply right away, I brought my finger away from her butt to caress the side of her sack again. "Sorry. Just getting a really good look at my girlfriend."

"You're sure it's not ugly? I mean… any of that?" My cheek was rubbing against it when she added, "Oh gosh…"

"It's you. How could it be ugly?"

With a shaky laugh, she whispered, "Think I could handle it better when you were nibbling my toes…" When I gave it another kiss, she was able to just sigh instead of spazzing this time. "Mmm… see, I told you."

"Told me what?"

"That you were nice. I couldn't feel more loved and adored than this."

"Psh," I scoffed, reaching down to very gently squeeze her balls. I repeat: very gently. "I'm a cold bitch." But the little gasp got me to let go right away. "Sorry. That didn't hurt, did it?"

Her smile told me it didn't. But she still wrapped her legs around the back of my neck. "Nice. And nah, not really."

"Good." Then I took one into my mouth. I knew from a few fondles in my past that this was nothing, and totally doable for both of us. Again, she gasped, but seemed to relax into the sensation a little more. But I didn't play with it that way for very long; the point was to get acquainted with her, not start getting her off.

A little part of me felt guilty, though. She shot me down so many times that I started to really believe we might never have sex. And it was almost as if she could tell I was disappointed by that, and wanted to offer more of herself to keep me around… which she didn't have to do. At all. Then again, it could just be that she was comfortable enough with me now that the old reasons stopped mattering. Her whole sticking point was that she didn't feel enough like a woman with someone staring at her dick, or messing with it, which makes total sense. Not that it's true, just that I understand why she might feel like that. Now she could tell that I was in lesbians with her, not trying to use her and turn her into a "boyfriend", so that probably helped a lot with easing her anxiety.

So once I let the ball pop out, I gave the inside of her thigh a little kiss and crawled up to lay next to her. Very turned on, but doing nothing else but laying next to my girlfriend and petting her stomach.

"Oh?" she asked, rolling her head just enough to look into my eyes. "Done already? That was fast."

"What's to say? It's a dick. Kinda knew what it would look like more or less. But it's a nice one, and I love the hottie it's attached to. So… yeah, I'm good for now."

Her little smile told me everything. So many things at once. Her hips rolled as she kissed me, so I could feel it against my leg. Thrusting just a little. But I could tell this wasn't going to be like the last time, when she kept going at it so hard she splooged into her undies; just a little grinding for some vague pleasure.

"You could fuck me right now," I pointed out, tone more playful than serious. Her eyebrows went up, and I pecked her cheek. "Logistically."

"Y-yeah," she admitted, biting her lip as she glanced down between us. Then she leaned up to kiss my chin. "Mm… I'm having a great time."

"Same."

"And thank you. For um… being okay with me taking it slow. I could tell you really wanted to go down on me."

My laugh was clearly shy. "That obvious? I mean… it could be fun. But only if we were both having fun."

"Yeah. You get it. And… I know I will when we do it. Like, no question!"

"Mmm." Another brief kiss. Then I pulled back, a sudden thought coming to me. "Your turn."

"Hm?"

"To look. I mean, that only seems fair."

"Oh…" A little chuckle floated out as she looked away. "Well… if I did, my reasons would be a little different. Not totally different; I still want to see you. See how beautiful you are."

"You mean how hairy?" But I could follow her logic. "You mean… seeing a vagina up close and personal for the first time."

Nodding, she raised a hand to begin petting up and down my shoulder and upper arm. "Never have before. Unlike most girls who got to do the mirror thing."

"Yeah, I did," I admitted with a slight smirk, and she grinned. "Just looked fucking weird to me. But then again, I never much cared about dicks or vaginas. Kinda thought dicks were funny until I saw the most beautiful one in the world a couple minutes ago." Her grin turned bashful, and I had to kiss it again. But immediately afterward, I turned and laid back. "Alright, now is the time."

"Really?" When I nodded, she looked shy and indecisive for a moment. Then she kissed my neck, my collarbone… she was going to do what I did for her. Which I was not ready for.

But it was happening. Her lips moved to my nipple, and she decided to spend a lot longer on it than I had. My hands came up to thread through her hair as she paid it patient attention, and I let my leg drift outward, then raised an ankle to caress the back of her thigh. Maybe she was a quick study, or maybe she practiced on her own time, but either way I had zero complaints. This was incredible.

"They're so perky," she whispered as she moved to the other one and pressed into it with her teeth, just barely — but more than enough to make me moan in a higher pitch than I had been. God, those noises coming out of me were so embarrassing! "Mmm…"

"Fuck," I whispered. That was all I could get out until she started kissing lower. "Oh… oh, Knives…"

Once her lips hit hair, she drew back away and waited, staring up at my face instead of down. Silent permission was given when my thighs fell open, and she could inspect the female anatomy for the first time with an actual live specimen. It was really uncomfortable for me, but it wasn't because it was Knives. Just because I knew she was looking at me as an example of what a cis woman was, and studying it so closely. Probably memorising every detail. But I could put up with it if it meant something so important to my girlfriend.

"You're wet," she observed, still not touching. I nodded. "Did I do that?"

"Y-yeah." My hands drifted down to my hips, hesitated for a second, then moved to either side and began to gently pull myself open. "Does this help?"

Her eyes went round, and she actually pushed her fingertips into her mouth for a moment as she took in the change in what she was seeing. I had to look away after a second; too much, too weird, I was ugly down there, she had to be thinking that, or that it was too pink, or not pink enough, or-

Eventually, I felt a soft press of lips - not against my cunt, but the knuckle of my index finger instead. "You're so cute down here, Kim. Like a perfect flower."

"Ugh," was all I could respond, and I heard her chuckle — felt the rush of air, and had to suck in a breath from feeling it. "S-so, what do you think of seeing your first pussy? Besides it being 'cute' or whatever."

"Well, this isn't my first. I saw Tamara's when we were little. Way different experience, though." I laughed, and she grinned up at me. "Can I touch? Like, I kinda wanted to, but figured I'd just do some looking first."

My voice was trying for casual when I said "Knock yourself out," but I was shaking too much for that. Nobody had ever done this before. The couple of guys who tried just kinda looked at it and were like "hawt" and started licking it like a postage stamp. Totally failing to bring me more than distant pleasure. Knives was not just staring at me — she was appreciating. And now she was going to do it in an interactive way.

God help me. What was my life turning into? I went from still being vaguely bitter about Scott, to letting another of his exes, a Chinese ninja girl who was barely not a high schooler anymore, go down on me. On paper, it just sounded like a string of bad decisions. But in reality, it was saving me from a miserable life of being alone.

And she got off to a great start. Or was getting me off to a great start, I should say. About as rough as most of the other times I'd had this happen, but she was patient, and doing her best. After a minute, she popped her head up to ask, "Am I doing okay?"

"Yeah. God, Knives…"

"Give me tips, though. I'm, um… do you want me more here?" Kissed my lips. "Or up here?" Kissed my hood.

"Dude, wherever you want. But um…" I spent a minute trying to think. What should I tell her? "You can move your tongue around more. Like, when you're going up or down, hit more areas on the labia. That kinda thing." She tried it, and I moaned. "Nnhh…"

"Better?" Then she did something on her own, probably slightly inspired by my suggestion: swirled her tongue around my clit, pushing the tip up under the hood slightly.

"FUCK!"

"Oh!" she gasped, looking up at me again. "S-so that one did something!"

Rubbing my hand over my face to get rid of the sweat, I laughed breathlessly. "Yeah! Yeah, it did something!" We shared a grin, and she kissed my petals again. "Mhh, oh shit… Knives…"

And she kept going. I mean, damn did she keep going. The great thing about Knives being totally comfortable as long as she wasn't the one being pleasured, and me now being semi-comfortable with everything thanks to Princess Pine busting out of her cage, is that she could do whatever she wanted to my body and my general reaction was "Yes, thanks". Her tongue started to hit the areas I liked more often as she kept at it, and I had no more feedback to give other than loving every second.

It didn't take more than a few minutes before I felt my orgasm starting to rise. Still longer than when I jilled off next to her, but pretty quick thanks to how long I had been secretly hoping this would happen. Then she had to take a break to catch her breath, which wasn't surprising.

"Oh wow," she whispered.

"Yeah… wow." Clearing my throat, I reached down between my legs to caress through her hair. "You're so… Knives, I love you…"

"I love you, too," she panted with a smile as she licked her lips.

"Do I taste okay? I mean, that's a fucking weird question, but…"

"Fine, yeah. I mean, I don't know what this is supposed to taste like, but it's kinda… a little salty? Not like much of anything. But you smell really… I dunno, but it's strong and it makes me hot…"

"Yeah?" For my benefit, she rolled to her side slightly so I could see the proof. "Shit, yeah I guess it does!"

Dipping down to kiss me, she then raised her hand and started petting me with her fingers for a moment, giving her lips and tongue a rest. "Is this good?"

"Mmhmm…" My eyes were now switching between the hand petting me, Knives's eager face, and the erection that I wished I could somehow play with while she was working on me. Not even kidding, my hands flexed on the sheets, trying to summon it to them so they could touch. Me licking my lips probably just looked like I was trying to wet them, but it was from a burning desire to kiss, to taste.

Around the time her tongue fell to my clit again, I raised my leg to caress her body. Just wanting to do anything to show her how much I appreciated spending time with her, especially like this! What ended up happening was…

"Ooh," she sighed with a shiver, and gust of air onto my damp folds nearly made me lose it then and there. "That feels weird."

"Sorry!" I panted, lowering my foot. It was still on her knee, somewhat closeby, but no longer in contact with her warm length. "Didn't mean to… kick your dick."

"Well, it didn't hurt, I mean… it felt like you were touching me with your hand, but both of those are up there," she giggled. "So it weirded me out. Wasn't anything bad."

Still feeling a little embarrassed, I tried to relax into her mouth when it fell back to my clit. The level of skill was unreal for a newbie, but by this point I was just grateful that she knew what she was doing and had no desire to question it. And…

Well, yeah. That's the story of how she got me to my first orgasm as a couple, not counting just flicking the bean next to her that other time. I was already almost there, and it didn't take much more than her tongue on my button and her fingers sliding around my wet lips before I was screaming, arching my back, and generally doing all those orgasm-related things we do. And it blew my fucking mind.

Once she was sure that I was done, she pulled back and kissed the middle of my furry patch. "Good? Was it good? Seriously, I need to know…"

All I could do was nod. Taking that as good enough feedback, she grinned and climbed up to curl around me. Of course, it was impossible for me not to notice the arousal pressing into my hip, but for a moment I let it be there. The way she was teaching me. Had to catch my breath a little.

Then I turned to look into her gleeful eyes. Almost didn't want to say anything, she looked so cute and sweet there. When I let out a little chuckle, she grinned and whispered, "What?"

"Puppy dog tail." The slight crease in her brow made me elaborate, reaching over to briefly touch her dick with one finger. "This. It's like when a dog gets really excited and happy, and they wag their tail? That's what this is for you. Don't know why it took me this long to put those together."

"Oh… hey, yeah, I guess that's true." Shrugging one shoulder, she looked faintly pleased with the comparison somehow. Then I began to stroke it with that same single finger, and her eyes closed as she sighed.

"How about this? Just thinking out loud. This time, I'll give you a handjob. Not going to try to turn it into anything else, I promise. If you don't like it, we can go back to ignoring it for a while. If you do like it, maybe we'll try other stuff another day. But for tonight, just my hand, just the way we are right now."

Her smile did disappear, which gave me a pang of regret. I knew I was pushing again. But I was hoping that if I showed her I was comfortable with it, and didn't think it meant she was a dude, that she might get more comfortable with me doing stuff for her. And all I was doing was asking; if she told me to drop it, I'd drop it.

"You really like my dick, huh?" she asked in a soft voice. Couldn't really read her emotions when she said it, but I nodded, to make sure she knew I didn't dislike it. "Okay. Like I said, I feel weird about it, which is a whole other set of issues, but like… I love playing with your pussy, and I only tried it once. So I guess I get that it's the same for you with me."

"Maybe… don't even think of it as a dick."

"Then what? An egg roll?" My long, mortified groan only made her giggle a little. "Sorry. But it was kinda funny when I thought about it later. Lame, but kinda funny."

Delivering a long lick along her throat gave me time to recover from having to think about that shitty comment drunk-Kim made. It also gave me the added bonus of hearing her whimper. "How about… think of it as me flicking your bean? Okay, maybe that doesn't work that way, I dunno."

"No, I kinda see where you're going with that. I just don't have that kind of imagination that can completely pretend I wasn't born with boy-parts. But um… I guess a handjob isn't that different from me jerking myself off, which I've done plenty of times."

"Really? Plenty, huh?"

Biting her lip for a second, she then whispered, "Yeah. Usually just in the mornings when I wake up hard and can't get back to sleep."

"God, there's a show I'd love to watch." My hand slid between our bodies, wrapping gently around her. "You start like this?"

"Mm… yeah…"

"And then you're picturing what you were dreaming about?"

As I started stroking, she arched her back, lips parting slightly. "Ooh, yes. Or… s-sometimes nothing… before you, it was… mostly boys, but now I think of you…"

Well, that was unexpectedly flattering. Seriously, I felt butterflies in my stomach when I pictured this quasi-asexual girl thinking about me on the rare occasion she touched herself. Especially since there were tons of better, more attractive images to pull up in the moment, in my opinion.

"Tell me what you think of me doing," I purred as I began to kiss the side of her throat again.

"Nothing, usually. Just like… nnhh… how pretty you are, and… how much I like you… or sometimes…"

When she didn't say anything more after a few more seconds, I kissed again and whispered, "Sometimes?"

"W-well… I think about our first kiss… and h-how you did this for me…" A hard swallow, and she sought out my eyes. "It really confused me, especially since I thought I was straight before that, but it was so…"

"So?"

"You made me come harder than I ever had before, Kim," she confessed with bare, vulnerable honesty. "It was like… an awakening, y'know? Another person can make me feel like that… I wasn't even sure anyone could since it had never happened. And it was a girl…"

My hand stopped for a moment, and I kissed her chin. "You're a woman. Sorry if that made you have a… crisis of faith, or whatever. But having a college girl make-out session doesn't even really make you bi. Just curious."

"Does this make me bi?" she asked, thrusting into my hand very slightly. My smile returned, and so did hers after a second.

"This does, yeah."

"And I wasn't in college yet when that happened." Another groan of annoyance at my past self made her giggle. "That's probably awkward for you to remember."

"Definitely." I gave her dick a little squeeze with my nails, and she let out a gasp and squirmed. "Jerk."

But she was still distracted by it. Licking her lips, she kissed my forehead before she told me softly, "I liked it. Wh-when you did that… the first time?"

"Did what? Jerked you off, or squeezed you?"

"Yeah. Well, both, but I meant when you squeezed me. It really made me feel this, like… I dunno… naughty feeling or something. Like I had been bad, and you were punishing me…"

"You want to be my naughty little girl?" I asked in a throaty voice, squeezing again. When she responded with a moan, I hissed, "Holy shit, you do."

"N-no, I…"

The slight distress and shame in those two words was already too much. "It's okay, Knives," I promised her immediately, stroking in a more normal fashion this time. "That's… yeah, that sounds like a whole other dimension of kinky. And we've had enough of different dimensions for a day or two. Besides…" Another kiss against her throat, tender and sweet. "I'd rather reward you for being so perfect than punish you."

"Not perfect," she managed to breathe. Her legs were falling open, she was on her back and completely mine to control. I'd never seen her this exposed before… and I hated the idea of anyone else seeing it. My precious little Knives was no one's plaything. Not even mine. And I'd be damned if I let anyone have her believe she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the universe.

"Perfect. All over."

Knives took my lips then, hungry and desperate, and I slid my tongue in until it immediately felt its mate and our mouths opened for them to dance together. Her hips started coming up to meet my hand and I went at it as hard as I could. Not that I even got myself off very often, so jerking a dick was using muscle groups I didn't normally exercise, but that drummer strength really came in handy sometimes.

"Ah!" she breathed a minute or two later. "Kim… I'm gonna… but it's gonna go everywhere!"

Tangling our legs as my arm pumped her throbbing flesh, I whispered, "Let it go everywhere. I want to hear you finish again." But she still seemed conflicted. So I added, "I love you so much."

Worked like a charm. Just like the first drunken night, I had Knives writhing and calling out, except this time she didn't bother to keep her voice down quite so much. We were together, and didn't have to worry about what Scott or anyone else in Julie's aunt's house would think. So she screamed my name as she sprayed upward, landing all over our abdomens and running down my knuckles. It was actually kind of spectacular.

It took her a little longer to recover from hers than it did for mine. All the while, I just kissed her hot cheeks and her lips, petted over her hair. Basically soothed her as best as I was capable, given that I was a cold, unfeeling bitch.

Or maybe I wasn't. Kinda figuring that out.

"S-sorry," she finally managed shakily as I pulled my hand off her half-softened cock. It was very sticky now. "Didn't mean… to do that…"

"It's cool," I chuckled very quietly, kissing her nose. That did get her to smile. "You know I've dealt with this before, right? Nothing new."

"But you shouldn't have to with me. One of the little perks of being a lesbian, usually."

"Bisexual. Both of us are. I think, anyway."

One of her shoulders shrugged, and she held up my hand to look at the mess she'd made. "Yeah. So… I guess neither of us should mind this if we're bi. But if you ever decide you do, just please tell m-"

"I said I wouldn't mind going down on you, Knives. And if I don't care about getting it in my mouth, I sure as fuck don't about getting it on my hand. Or stomach."

"Oh, here-" Shuffling down, she started licking the residue off my abdomen before I could stop her.

"Ugh! That's yours, you don't have to do that!"

"Hey, I don't mind. I, um…" Now she looked really embarrassed, and I didn't know why. Until she admitted, "I've tried it before. Like, when things started getting serious with Neil, and I was trying to decide if… I could handle…"

Nodding, I flexed my fingers, looking at the gooey translucent mess. "Ahhh. Yeah, I guess… I can understand that. Practice makes perfect. Or tolerant, or whatever." Then I shoved them in my mouth. A strangled noise of surprise came from down below, but I pretended to ignore it as I closed my eyes, savouring her taste.

"Kim," she breathed as I moaned. Once I was finally done, she was still merely sitting there, waiting for the verdict.

"Not bad. Definitely better than the other times I've tried it." Hoping it would hit the right note, and not just sound dumb, I combed through her hair with my clean hand. "Must be because it's girl-cum."

"Omigosh… you're just so- like, eating my cum, my toes, jerking me off, and-" A little moisture was collecting in her eyes, so I tried to head that off by being funny.

"Hey, let's not get carried away. I didn't eat your toes, they're still right where you left them." Well, I said tried. But she did giggle, although it was a giggle-sniffle, so I cupped her cheek. "Anyway… yeah, I hope you can tell by now that I'm kinda into you. Annoying little bundle of happy that you are, and I don't even know why you like me… but I guess there's no point in questioning that anymore."

Instead of answering with words right away, she just attack-hugged me and started smothering me with kisses. There wouldn't really have been any point in going "EW, YOU HAVE JIZZ-BREATH" since we both did by then, so I just contented myself with laughing and embracing her back, enjoying how close we could be.

"Love you," she finally whispered when she pulled back, eyes glittering.

"Ditto, kiddo. And thanks for the slug-trail on my hip there."

"What? Oh no, ew, I forgot!" Rolling away, we both looked at the little bit of essence that had been left behind there. "Um, sometimes afterward, a little bit keeps leaking out for a few minutes…"

"No worries, just clean it up. With a tissue!" I amended when her head started going for it. "Y-you don't have to clean it off with your tongue every time!"

Blushing, she went for the box of tissues on my bedside table and dabbed it away, then got the little bit on her tip before she tossed it. "Sorry about that."

"Happens, eh? And it's not like I minded. Just didn't want to have to change my sheets if we got any on there, that's all." Then we settled in against each other, still nude. Her knees trapped one of mine between them, and I smiled as I pet up and down her ribcage. "Now… we probably better get ready for work or some shit."

"Or take another day off?" she asked in a small voice, smiling. When I shook my head, she sighed resignedly. "Yeah. Two days in a row would be pretty bad."

Kissing her earlobe, I whispered, "Weekend's coming up. Then we can hang out as much as you want."

"Really?!"

"Yeah. We'll grab a couple movies from work, make it a thing."

"Can I eat you out again?" When I choked, she gently patted me on the back until I was breathing normally. Then hissed, "Should I not say stuff like that?"

"N-nah, you're fine! Totally chill. And, um… I wouldn't exactly mind that. Or eating you out."

Rolling her eyes, she snuggled closer. "You don't have to keep doing that. Pretending like I have a vagina when I don't yet."

Though the "yet" threatened to throw me off track, since that was definitely a conversation we'd have to revisit once she had her degree, I made myself focus on teasing her. "Actually, I wasn't pretending that this time."

"What? But you said you'd eat me out. And I don't have…"

When her eyes went round, mouth hanging slightly open as her entire face turned red, I reached down to gently squeeze her butt just to drive home that she wasn't mistaken. "I'm mostly kidding… except that if I was ever going to try that with anybody, it'd be you. Just… not sure about it, that's all."

"I haven't done much back there," she whispered nervously, though she was smiling. "You putting a finger down there just now was like, whoa!"

"Imagine if I had a dick, too. And I put it in your sweet little ass." She was still red, eyes wide and staring off into the distance as she actually imagined it. "Mmmm, yeah…"

Her hands came up to press into her face as she let out a "KYAAAA!" of embarrassed excitement. Typical Knives. What I wasn't expecting was for her to say through the hands, "You did mention getting a strap-on before… and I didn't say 'no', I guess…"

"That's true," I said as I kissed the backs of those hands. Her legs flailed and I grinned from ear to ear. But she had to be told I was serious and not just teasing. "My girlfriend deserves to get fucked if she wants to. And I'm willing to go as fast or as slow as she wants. Not just with fucking, but with doing anything."

"God, I love you so much! I love you, Kim!"

"Yeah, yeah, love you, t-" That was as far as I got before my lips were otherwise occupied. Fine by me; she could do whatever she wanted and I would thank her for it. Dumb little ninja.

~ Bonus Level 2 ~ [-2 PLOT] [+2 KINKY]

"I mean," she gasped almost two full minutes of making out later, "still no idea if I'm gonna like that, but… we could try? Just for fun. I'm still a little curious about how it feels, just end up wimping out."

I had still been a little dazed from the long lip-lock, but then I grinned. "Wanna find out?"

"Now? Um… no." And the specific way she grinned and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear told me she was sure of it this time, even if the idea still flustered her. "Like yeah, I'm definitely… interested, just in finding out if I like it, but I'm feeling pretty good with where we are. Wow, I feel… good. So good, Kim."

"Glad to hear it," I told her with a lot more sincerity in my voice than I was used to using. Knives was changing that a day at a time.

"Although…" Her hands caressed the globes of my butt.

"What? Oh. No thanks, I never had any interest in anyone plundering my booty."

"You sure? I mean, you're all about me trying it…"

I laughed softly. "Well, bo- I mean, people with dicks have something back there. The prostate, right? I'm sadly prostate-deprived, so I really don't see myself getting a lot out of it. That's all. My G-spot is up front."

"Ohhhh," she breathed in a long dazed noise. One eyelid had twitched when I almost said "boys", but I think because I hadn't been calling her one directly, she wasn't that affected. "Well yeah, I know about that. From health class. But I think there's a bunch of nerve endings in the butthole, too — like the actual butthole, not the spot on the inside."

"Trust me, you really don't want to be poking around back there, anyway. A real deathtrap." I was still laughing, but now I was also thinking about it. This was probably the first time I'd ever pointed my mind at the subject and thought anything other than the words "exit only" in big flashing red letters. Fucking nasty. But I also never really cared when it came to other people talking about it or whatever. To each their own.

Meanwhile, Knives was still kneading my cheeks. Had she been doing that the whole time? "I wouldn't mind, really. Showers, right?"

"Showers," I sighed, having to admit that point. "Best shape it'll be in right now."

"Right! Just like, y'know… if you feel something coming, warn me? I guess?"

"Yeah," I snorted as she sat back and away from my face. Then began to shift my legs. "Wait. What are- Knives! Are you really…? I didn't mean now!"

Her smile faltered but didn't quite fade. "Well, yeah. Might as well while you're already clean, right? Just, um…" But then she put the legs down. "Okay, sorry, I um, I should have asked. That wasn't cool."

"Well… I guess somebody could interpret me admitting it's clean right now as encouraging you. But, uh…" My stomach was doing backflips again. "Come on. You'd really want to prod my pucker?"

"Hey, I've never tried doing it for somebody else, either. Barely did on myself. How should I know if I like it or not?"

My finger came up to point at her accusingly. "You… little liar. Acting like you weren't into any of this when really you just want to experiment on me." She bit her lip and looked cute, and after a moment I rolled my eyes and lowered my finger. "Fine. But the minute I don't like something-"

"Oh, yeah, totally! Just kick me or whatever."

"Okay." As she raised my legs up again, I snorted. "Maybe you want me to kick you. Kinky girl."

To that, she pouted again. "But you can be so gentle with these…" And she kissed one of the feet held so firmly in place by her hands around my ankles, making me shiver. By now, I was beginning to suspect I was right — that not every pout really meant she was sad. What an actress. "You proved it by teasing my dick with one."

"What is it with you and feet, anyway?" Again, she sought out the toe with the freckle for a kiss. Her favourite. And again, it made my face pulse hotter when she paid attention to it like that, even more when she took it between her sweet lips. "Knives…"

"Mmhhh," she moaned around it exaggeratedly, and I twitched all over. The best way to describe that sensation is that it felt both good and bad. Awkward, but not unpleasant; something a girl could get used to. If that was how Knives felt when I did it, maybe I could bite the bullet and add a kiss or two to my next foot massage. Pretty minimal sacrifice.

"Alright, alright," I burst out once her tongue was swirling around the toe with a little too much gusto. I definitely didn't want her to keep messing with my feet. Enough of that for one day. "Just… get on with it. Wish I had some lube."

"Lube?" she asked as she kissed my thigh. I tried not to think too much about how close she was to my ass. To all of everything down there, again, so soon after she just went down on me.

"Yeah, um… for the ass. It doesn't self-lubricate like the my snatch does."

Her smile was both soothing and worrying. "Well, I wasn't really gonna go all-in; just tease you a little. So we probably don't need that. But if you wanna wait until we get some…"

"Meh," I sighed, trying to pretend I was disinterested and totally calm. And failing; we both could tell I was nervous. But I decided not to say anything else and just let her have at it.

Mistake.

See, now I think I should have protested a little more strongly, or asked her to go slower. Because she started out kissing it. Started out that way, not graduated from a finger to her mouth. My breath caught, and I didn't know what to say. I was torn between feeling grossed out that she would do that, curious about what it was like, and feeling so loved because this incredible girl would actually stoop to putting her mouth on this dirtiest part of some random redhead. So that was about all I could do.

And I was crying out by the time her hands slid up my thighs, forcing my legs back. She attempted that for a minute, trying to figure out logistics, then lowered them again and said, "Can you, um, roll over?"

"Ugh… fine…" But as I was rolling over, I said, "This is weird, you know. Not judging, since obviously I'm just as weird for letting it happen, but like… what are we doing?"

"Playing," she breathed on one of my cheeks, prompting another shiver. "Awww, it's so cute, though!"

My entire face turned cherry red. For some reason, before that I had just been a little nervous — and completely shocked that this was happening at all. Now, she was really about to start pleasuring me in about the last place I thought anyone would. And she already liked it, without even really getting started.

Seeming to sense that I was flattered, even if it was in with all the other emotions, she kept going, her finger now tracing around it. Not quite touching yet. "Seriously… it's like a little star… I dunno, it's cute."

"Shut up, it can't be cute. It's a…" Swallowing, I tried to resist shivering from her teasing fingernail. "Ooh…" Failed step one.

"What if I put my dick in it? Like… would you be interested in finding out how that goes? You were talking about doing that to me earlier…"

"Oh my GOD. You haven't even put it where I want it yet!" I protested, my cheeks somehow getting even redder than my hair. Her breath caught, and I realised I might have gone a little too far. "I m-mean, when you're ready for that. Of course. Y'know…"

"No, I get it," she giggled as she kissed one of my cheeks. The lower ones, not the red ones. "Don't worry. I, um, I have thought about that, too… and I'd probably want to. When I feel more ready."

"Exactly. Which could be whenever, not right nahhhWHOA that's weird!"

For a minute or so, I simply let her get on with pushing her fingertip against the tightly-clenching hole. Which was clenched intentionally; I didn't want anything to go inside. Poking around the rim was about as much as I could handle, and only because Knives was so curious and I was unable to resist her. She made another comment about how cute it was, and I couldn't reply, even just to tell her that it was ridiculous.

Finally, she said, "Hmm, not much I can do without that lube, I guess. You were right."

"It's okay," I sighed as I took a deep breath, then let it out before speaking again. "We tried."

"We did. Most things, anyway."

That was the only warning I had before feeling a tongue squirming against the skin. I went totally speechless, not sure what to think at first. After a few seconds of putting up with that, and the odd sensations shooting through my stomach and down into my legs, I finally groaned, "Ohhh, that is just so wrong…"

"Hmm," was all she said when she had put the finger back against the now-moistened opening.

"Hmm, what? 'Hmm, we're obviously freaks now'?"

"Nah, just… okay, I don't wanna be super gross about this, so I won't give you a detailed um, description of what that was like. But it wasn't as bad as you probably think it would be."

The corner of my mouth twitched up, even as my abdomen was convulsing from the continued teasing. "Guess they sell flavoured lubes for a reason."

"I wouldn't need it. Not for this; like I said, it's not that bad." After a second to think, she added, "As long as you're clean. Um… no offense, but if you asked me to do this any other time…"

"I wouldn't even ask you to do it when I'm clean," I assured her. "So yeah, I get not wanting to do it otherwise. We're totally in sync with this one."

She hummed in a satisfied manner, then kissed it again, slowly pushing her tongue into the center. Trying to open me up. I didn't want that; I didn't want to fart in her face or something terrible! And it started to feel… better. Don't get me wrong, it never felt awful, but it was uncomfortable and the idea was nasty to me. But after getting used to it, I could relax into the sensation, and it was basically like a bidet. Or using a wet-wipe. Better than either of those, but not much different.

Finally, she paused, and I asked, "Whuh… what do you think? You into tossing my salad?"

"Yeah. I could do it again. Going down on your vag was better, though." She sounded a little turned on again, and I suspected it was just because what we were doing was so… unusual. I was slightly wet, too, and I hated that because it was from this! But oh well.

"Sounded like you liked it. In fact… something tells me…" It took a little effort and stretching back, but given the way we were positioned, I managed to find her hips with my toes. From there, I could drag them inward to grasp at what I thought I might find. "Yep."

"H-hey," she half-laughed, half-gasped as she felt them pressing into either side of her warm erection. It was still a little sticky at the head, but otherwise smooth and soft. "What are you doing?"

"Checking, that's all," I assured her with a laugh of my own. "Unless you want me to keep going…?'

"N-nah." She sounded a little conflicted, but mostly sure of herself. "I don't need a footjob; I told you, I usually only go once in a day."

"What's a footj… nevermind, I figured it out. No explanation necessary." Her lips pushed into my ass again, and I sighed. Then I felt her thrust between my feet and smirked into the sheets. "Interesting."

There was a little shame in her voice when she admitted, "I… didn't mean to, but it's already there, and you… actually have pretty soft feet? Is that weird?"

"It's weird that I have soft feet," I laughed breathlessly. Her talking this much with her mouth so close to my sensitive parts, both the ass and the vag she had already given the royal treatment, was making me that much wetter. "Not for you to notice, I guess." And that was me being nice, for all those people who think I can't pull it off. Both things were a little weird, but nothing criminal. No big deal.

The problem was, it was difficult to maintain those actions and positions. In order to keep my feet there, I had to kind of push my legs backward a bit instead of keeping them up and under me, which meant I was constantly tensing against her exploring tongue. Which… I think we both liked. The tongue up my ass part, not the other thing, which was all her. Did I really want this? Maybe. Not anything more than that at the moment, and maybe not that ever again, but in the moment…

"Do you want me to move back down?" she asked, hearing me panting and moaning. "You know… eat you out again? The normal way."

"N-nah," I told her. "Can't switch now. I'd probably get… some kind of disease." Then her thumb found my clit and I shrieked, "SHIT!"

"Good? Bad?"

"Good! Soooo gooood!" I confessed as she ground it against me, completely her bitch in that moment. Honestly? I know what I said, and I stand by it with my rational mind. But if she had suddenly shoved a finger in there, as long as it was all lubed up and ready to go in with minimal pain… yeah. I'd have been all about it without having any power to protest. Couldn't even believe it, and NegaKim's sensibilities were horribly offended, but it was true.

Also, Knives seemed to know her body pretty well. Though I felt her thrusting against my toes, heard her moan once or twice into me — felt it — she wasn't nearly as frustrated and frantic as before I jerked her off. Really a one-and-done kinda girl, like most dick-owners. Her entire focus was on getting that tongue deeper and deeper, making that thumb do its best to get me there again.

Her best was good enough. A lot sooner than I expected, I was coming, and it was with her tongue all the way inside the last place I thought it would go. And God help me, Orgasm Part Two was every bit as hot as the first one. Nobody, not even Scott, could ever have gotten me to let them try this out for so long, and she made me shiver all over twice in one day with something I wasn't even comfortable doing yet. Knives is a miracle worker.

No, she never splooged. Her dick was done with that for the morning, and to be honest, I probably would have teased her a lot more if she finished that way, so it was for the best. Deciding I was through with my ass being explored now that I came, I rolled onto my back and wrapped my calves and ankles around her hips instead. Just caressing her very gently with my legs.

And Knives smiled down at me. Even though I had glanced at her dick, and thought about teasing her a little more, I mostly just held her gaze. That sweet face, and its dark, glittering eyes that always looked full of laughter or mischief, was well worth my attention.

"I'd kiss you," she finally told me through her huge grin, "but I don't think you'd want me to right now."

"Not really. My own butt is on the list of things I never want to experience." When she curled around my side, I curled back, nestling in again. "Yours, I'd give one try. One. But yeah, go brush your teeth in a minute."

"I will," she giggled.

Both of us were quiet for a bit. Basking in afterglow, appreciating how our warm bodies fit together. My fingers played over the silver chain around her neck, and she let out one of the happiest sighs I'd ever heard. Then I groaned, "Work. We still have to go to fucking work!"

"Shhh," she whispered, petting up and down my stomach. "We have a little longer."

"Yeah. Alright, but not too much longer; I don't want you to get fired."

"What about you?"

"Meh. My job sucks, anyway. But you're probably going to be putting yours on a transcript or an application or some shit."

Knives moved to kiss me, but remembered at the last second and instead just nuzzled my neck. "You're so sweet, Kim. Even sweeter now than before we broke the Gorgon Maiden, but like… you were before that, too. Just less afraid of showing it now."

"More like you're worth risking that I'll make an idiot of myself," I said as I kissed her nose. Then I sat up, groaning on my way before I reached back to help her do the same. "Come here, you jerk. Use some damn mouthwash so I can kiss you again. I'd really like to be able to kiss you right now."

"Sweeeeeet," she drawled out, and I shoved her face away.

"Idiot."

"Love you!"

"Ugh."

Let me tell you something. The picture of true happiness. It's coming out of your room, having found some jeans and a blouse to put on, to see a naked ninja girl brushing her teeth in front of your bathroom mirror, humming just a little bit as she did so. Then smiling over at you with minty suds running down her chin. Maybe most people wouldn't think it was all that important, but God… I wanted to savour that memory. Needed to.

So I took a pic with my phone. Knives squeaked, and yelled at me to delete it as she slammed the bathroom door, but after she was through in there and dressed for work I patiently explained why I wanted it. And, as I could have expected, she told me I could keep it — while kissing me for being 'sweet' again. Though she did make me promise not to make it my wallpaper.

And so, our heroes went off to work, knowing that all they had to do was suffer through a few hours apart before they could hang out around the ol' Nintendo again. Sure, I expected that a lot of other stuff would be coming our way: Knives going back to college, long distance relationship annoyance. Meeting each other's families. Potential surgeries. The Clash At Demonhead tryouts. Gideon's long lost cousin, with the ability to suck in enemies to temporarily gain their powers, trying to take over North America. Plus, actually 'going all the way' once Knives was ready, if she ever was. Nothing's ever really tied up in a neat bow.

But none of that was happening today. The future could wait until after a few boards of Mario Party.

GAME OVER [Achievement Unlocked: Happy Ending ;) ]

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