#and he wins too he makes it the the top FIRST AGH

[saturn-sends-hugs]

….filoni i swEAR TO GOD—

GUYS

This is such a minor thing, but I'm rewatching clone wars again and I just got to the Citadel Arc (AGONY) and and and and and

In the VERY FIRST SCENE during the briefing, none of the clones really speak (except for like one line from Rex) and they are constantly in group shots. EXCEPT for when Anakin explains why they have to get Master Piell out. Suddenly the shot is only Echo. He's not saying anything, he's just standing at attention, but the music swells briefly. His expression is blank and he's just listening to Anakin but... I can't help but feel that shot is significant. Like the writers were telling us something even then. Gonna rewatch this Arc paying extra close attention to Echo to see if this is really just about him in the end. Because I feel like it is.

obligatory tags: @phantom-of-the-501st @saturn-sends-hugs

[charliemwrites]

Woo woo woo snarf

Content: Privacy Invasion, Voyeurism, Possessive Behavior, Non-Con Touching, Dirty Talk

Things have been… wrong around the house. It’s been a slow escalation, a proverbial boiling of the frog. Glasses in the dish washer when you thought you left them in the sink. Blankets you left in a heap neatly folded. Food missing from the fridge and misplaced laundry.

Things you could write off as forgetfulness, as thoughtless habits borne of living alone for so long.

That is… until the t-shirt. It’s very clearly a man’s. Just… a white undershirt. But it’s not your size and smells unfamiliar even after a wash with your own clothes - like cologne or aftershave. Masculine.

Until the boot prints in the snow outside your house, still just visible even after Johnny unknowingly bounds through it.

Your mind scrambles to excuse it.

The t-shirt could be your ex’s. You did just pull out the winter gear; it could be left over from last year, something you didn’t manage to weed out. (Even if it smells nothing like your ex. Smells…. better.)

And you’re not far from some pretty popular hiking trails. Hikers sometimes pass through your yard. (Thought they never come that close to the house…. especially not since you got Johnny)

Johnny’s the only reason you haven’t gone full paranoid. He’s so protective, you can’t imagine anyone getting close to, never mind in, the house without him making a huge, bloody fuss.

Probably just cabin fever, you tell yourself. You need to go out more. Reach out to the friends you don’t see enough.

Johnny seems restless the first time you start dressing for a night out. You soothe him with a big hug.

“I’m just going to see Sarah and Mel. You like them, baby.” His ears perk, head tilting at the familiar names. You smile and press a kiss to the very top of his nose. “Next time I’ll have them come see you.”

When you come home, he’s torn up your favorite “date night” dress. You groan and scold him, but still allow him to plaster himself to your side when you climb into bed.

The next time you go out with them, you see a semi-familiar face in the little low-key bar. Soap. Can’t believe you remember his name months later, but then again he’s difficult to forget. Seared into your mind like a warning and a temptation. End up staring at him a little too hard, shocked to see him in the bar you and your friends have picked.

When he catches you looking, he grins like you’re an old friend, tips his head and his beer with a wink. Your friends notice, encourage you to say hi. But you wave them off, blushing, and they understand your introversion enough not to push.

He still manages to corner you when you go to the restroom. (Alone, for fucks sake. You should know better). All you see is a shadow in the hall, backlit by the bar. When you shift closer to the wall to let them pass, they turn and nearly pin you.

“Fancy seein’ you again,” a deep Scottish brogue rumbles. Too close to your ear; the bar music isn’t nearly loud enough to excuse it. “Out with your sister again?”

It takes you a second to recover, a bit shocked that he really does remember you. And far, far too aware of how close he’s standing, the heat of his body seeping into you.

“A couple friends, actually.”

“Still no boyfriend, eh? That pup o’ yours still a maneater like his owner?”

Your mouth drops open, offended and befuddled in equal measures.

“Wha— well, yes, he is. Not that it’s any of your business.”

He chuckles, eyes twinkling in the shadows. Amused and just a touch condescending. Your face floods with heat as he braces his arm on the wall above your head. He smells good, too good. Familiar?

“Prefer pussy m’self,” he says, “but most animals love me. Bet I could win you both over.”

You make an audible “agh!” noise, embarrassed by the crassness.

“Who says that?!” you protest.

He keeps talking, like you’ve said nothing at all.

“Promise I’d get your kitty purrin’ nice and loud if I pet ‘er,” he says, voice low and rough. “Play with ‘er all sweet like. Might even give ‘er a little kiss…”

The alcohol and having your friends nearby makes you brave.

“Not on your life.”

Again, he chuckles, fingers of his other hand skimming your side.

“Never say never, hen.”

You bite back a telling gasp. God it’s been way too long if you’re getting keyed up by this creep barely touching you.

It’s only because he’s sinfully hot and your pussy is a shallow bitch, you tell yourself.

“My friends are missing me,” you say, trying to extricate yourself.

He hums, steps closer before you can wriggle away, nearly pancaking you to the wall.

“I’m missing you.”

“You don’t know me enough to miss me,” you snort and push against his chest. He’s thick. Firm with conditioned muscle, broader than you realized in the dim - nearly dark - hall by the bathroom. If he didn’t want to move, you couldn’t make him.

But he finally relents, sidling a step back.

“Give me a chance to? Here.”

You don’t know where he gets a pen from, and he moves far too fast for you to stop before he’s tugging your shirt aside. You don’t know where he got a marker from but you feel the rough drag of it across your collarbone, the sting of it in your nose.

“Call me sometime and I’ll make good on my offer.”

He caps the pen, drops a kiss on your cheek like it’s his right, and swagger off - presumably to the restroom.

You scurry back your table, careful to hide whatever he wrote on your skin. It feels like it burns for the rest of the night until you get home.

Johnny greets you at the door with a huge canine smile. Again, focusing on all the spots where soap touched you. Unlike his usual reaction to the scent of unfamiliar men lingering on you, Johnny’s tail wags. You huff.

“Don’t you dare prove him right,” you huff, sidestepping your overgrown teddy bear to go to the bathroom. Your tug your shirt aside and stare at the phone number scrawled across your skin. There’s even a cheeky little heart at the end.

Johnny’s followed you, per usual, and you meet his eyes seriously.

“I know I told you that you’re only allowed to bite my ex….. but I might make an exception for a little nip.”

Johnny tilts his head as you begin stripping down, grumbling under your breath.

“Men like him shouldn’t be allowed to know how attractive they are. It’s fucking criminal.”

You start up the shower, about to step in, only for Johnny to start whining and crying. So loud and raucous that you almost think he’s been injured somehow. But no, he just staring up at you mournfully, ears back and tail down.

“Big baby,” you mock-scold, “what’s the matter, huh? You need me to keep you company while you potty?”

Johnny just keeps whining and crying so you roll your eyes and climb in, ignoring how he goes up in pitch. You scrub at the phone number aggressively, but even then the permanent marker has soaked into your skin and left a stain.

“Mother fucker…” you can barely hear yourself over Johnny. You finish up and whip the curtain open, hands on your hips. It must startle him because he pauses to stare.

“It’s a lot, bud. A lot,” you scold. “Too much, even.”

He subsides with one last grumble and seems to sulk for the rest of the night. Won’t even let himself be bribed with a treat. When you climb into bed with him, he faces away from you (even though he’s still plastered to your side).

“So dramatic,” you sigh affectionately, burying your face in his coat. He smells like pine. “It’s okay, though, big guy. You’re still the only one for me.”

In the morning, you find Soap’s number scrawled on a sticky note. Huh, you must have been a little tipsier than you thought.

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[crazy-only]

❤︎ sweet!top!max touching you for the first time. ❤︎

assignments: sweet!top!max x fem!reader

preface: omg this man is so goddamn fine you will definitely see more imagines and smut regarding him in the future!

“wait! agh, that tickles!” you shout as max chases you around his hotel room, eager to tickle your over sensitive neck again.

max only laughs, finally cornering you against the crook of two walls. “whatcha going to do now? hm?”

you can’t help but automatically squeeze your thighs at his sexy voice. it felt so wrong getting turned on by your friend’s remark but who wouldn’t?!

you pretend like you aren’t soaking and say, “fuck you.”

max notices the subtle signs, and sighs, leaning against the wall with a hand. “if you want it, you’re going to have to ask a little nicer, sweetheart.”

your eyes widen and you try to escape the cage of his broad arms, though he quickly shuts down your attempt with a single arm around your waist. you flail and kick in the air as max only laughs, whispering into your ear, “why are you so cute?”

“let. me. go!”

“before i do, let me ask you a question.” max smiled and asked into your ear, “do you like me?”

you shrunk in his arm and, defeated, mumbled, “you looser.”

he sat you down on the couch, crouching down so he was on his knees in front of you. “i’ve never heard a confession like yours,” he pat your head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “but you’re cute, so i’ll give you a pass.”

you mumbled something under your breath and max only rested his elbows on your thighs. “y/n.” he grabbed your face and forced you to meet his eyes. “i like you too.”

your cheeks became even redder, suddenly unsure of what to do with yourself. you twirled your fingers, anxious. “you’re so cheesy.”

“is this the treatment i deserve after winning the monaco grand prix for you?” he ruffled your hair like you were a child but you finally cracked.

without thinking too much, you grabbed your friend by the collar and crushed your lips onto his. you didn’t really have much experience but you didn’t care. you just wanted max so bad.

he chuckled in the kiss, letting you taste his lips as he tugged your hips to close the distance, making you squeal cutely.

“m-max.”

he hummed in response, moving his lips to your neck and left soft kisses, making you whine.

“mmaxxx.”

“yes, princess?”

“can i be—fuckkk—can i be your, uh, girlfriend?” you squeezed out between moans and whines.

max leaned back, peering into your dazed eyes. “thought you’d never ask.” he pressed a kiss into your lips. “but yes, my answer is yes.”

you roll your eyes, ruffling his hair. “so cocky.”

“hm? what? you wanted to see my cock?” max joked, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

you squeeled as your boyfriend dropped himself on top of you, supporting himself with his forearms so you weren’t crushed by his muscle.

“ok.”

max’s eyes widened. “what?”

“i want to see it,” you mumbled, eyes down at his shirt, “i want to see your dick.”

max was taken aback, saying, “who knew my baby was this horny?”

you punched his chest, finally looking into his dark eyes. “are you scared?”

his pupils were blown-out at this point. he only shook his head, saying, “i think you’re going to be the scared one.”

you pursed your lips, a bit embarrassed. “if you don’t want to it’s okay. i guess it’s a bit earl—“

max didn’t let you finish, instead kissing you on the lips, then moving down to brush his lips on your collarbones, slowly going to remove your shirt. “is this okay, baby?”

you nodded. “please.”

leaving you shirtless in your bra, max gasped, immediately burying himself in your tits. “mm, feels s’good.”

“simp.”

“says the one with the rapid heartbeats.”

you only shoved his head lower.

he followed your hints, moving to kiss your thighs, scrunching your skirt at the hips. “so needy for me, hm?”

“shut up,” you moaned as max hit all the right spots on your sensitive skin, making his way to your pussy.

“hmm.” max paused, looking up at you with playful eyes. “i don’t think my baby will get what she wants with those rude words.”

your eyes widened. a bit delirious from his kisses you say, “wait—no! shit, sorry please please max.”

he continued to kiss your thighs, rubbing circles onto your hips with his hands. “please what, y/n?”

“need you. need you to touch me down there.”

and not able to wait anymore, max groaned and licked a long stripe up your clothed pussy, making you moan. “tastes so good, mmmm.”

your thighs automatically close around his head making max chuckle. he holds your legs apart with his strong arms and goes to town on your pussy, licking the fabric and making you feel so good with that nose of his.

“mmm, maaxxx.”

he hums, making vibrations against your sensitive area. he grabs your awkward hands and places them onto his hair, giving you something to hold on to.

and after a few minutes of teasing max rips your panties, taking in the view of your pussy.

“shit, so fucking wet for me.”

you become embarrassed, looking away at the wall.

“hey, baby. eyes down here,” max says in between kitten licks, the feeling going straight to your core. “need you to see how wet i make this pussy get.”

you moan as he sends his tongue through your hole, your legs jerking uncontrollably at the foreign yet amazing feeling. he likes what effect his long tongue has on you so he continues to fuck you with it, holding your jolting hips down.

you moan and whine, pressing his head down so you can grind against his face.

max looks up, trying to memorize the erotic scene of you losing control and giving into your desires. “fuck, baby. so fucking hot, shit.” max could feel his pants getting tighter.

“mmore.” you tug on his hair, causing for him to groan. “pleaseeee.”

your boyfriend groans, literally having to unzip his jeans at his insane erection you caused him to have.

“fuck, princess. y’sure?”

“please please please, daddyyyy,” you beg, trying to drag him up by his strong biceps so you can get closer to his dick.

his eyes widen and he tugs off his shirt in one movement, stepping out of his jeans in record time.

he needs to hear that nickname from your mouth again or he’ll think he had imagined it.

“again, baby. tell daddy what you want.”

you whined, tracing his abs as he towered over your comparably small frame. “dadddyyy, pleaseee. need you inside me!”

you dragged his hand down to your pussy and started grinding on it in hopes of getting some friction.

max, a deer in headlights at your sudden action, snapped out of it and took off his boxers, letting his dick spring out.

your eyes widened.

“fuck.”

maybe you should be scared. because holy crap was he going to fit?

“what my princess wants, she gets.”

you go down to brush your fingertips on his dick and he shivers, shutting his eyes at the surprise contact. “mm, fuck, y/n. n-no warning?”

you smirk and run a finger up a prominent vein, seeing his breathing increase.

“fuckin’ tease,” he murmurs, licking up the column of your neck, causing your legs to shiver.

you wrap your legs around his hips—holy shit his body’s so defined!—and pout.

“please!”

with a grin and raised eyebrows, max rubs his dick against your entrance, watching as your eyes flutter closed.

and, without waiting, he forces his dick down your hole, moaning at the tight grip you have on him. you yelp.

“s-so tight.”

you can only whine in response, back arching at the beautiful feeling of his girthy dick inside of you. max soon starts giving you soft strokes, making sure your pussy can handle his size.

“meant for me. pussy’s meant for me and me only,” he murmurs into your ear, nipping your earlobe as he begins to fuck you a bit stronger but still sensual.

“yes, you! you only, daddy,” you pant out, gripping his strong shoulders for support, nails digging into his skin.

and like dogs in heat, max and you start going faster, skin slapping loud enough for your neighbors to hear. you try and meet every thrust of his, but you know there’s no need because he’s just so strong and can fuck you perfectly himself.

“mm—should’a done this sooner. fuck.”

you whine in agreement as max’s fingers goes down to run against your clit. you tug his head down and kiss him hard, letting his tongue dominate your mouth.

“maxxxx, feels s’good.”

he grunts, fucking you harder and making you moan even louder. “i know baby. need you with my kids.”

you bite his bottom lip. “and. who gave. you permis—sion,” you say in between pants.

he laughs. “say that again and see where it gets you.”

you moan and clench around his dick. max curses.

“fuck, baby. such a slut getting tight at my dirty words, hm? fucking whore.”

tears are falling down your eyes at the sheer pleasure this man is giving you, never failing to hit your g-spot and making your eyes roll back. his dirty words just make everything even more pleasurable.

“g-gonna cum!” you shout.

max pounds into you harder, the hardest you’ve ever felt before.

“yes! yesss! just like that daddy, fuck!”

“fucking cum for me, girl,” he grunts out, sucking on your nipples.

you feel your release come sweetly as max continues to thrust into you, relentlessly, until your tight hole makes him cum as well. both of you guys are moaning messes as you forget what your names were.

you could’ve sworn you saw pink hearts as max, balls deep into you, mutters, “shit y/n. going to keep you forever.”

[7ndipity]

Run away

Jin x Reader

Summary: Just a little thing about you and Jin spending a lazy day together.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This was slightly inspired by the song Runaway(korean ver.) by Eric Nam, cause it's been stuck in my head all week.

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The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, shining just enough in your face to stir you awake, making you groan into the pillows.

Fighting against consciousness, you felt a familiar weight pressing against your back as Jin rolled over, draping himself across you.

"Jagi? You awake?" He mumbled against your neck.

"No." You grumbled, burrowing further into the blankets.

"Then how are you talking to me?" He asked.

"I sleeptalk."

"Since when?" He chuckled.

"Since now." You said, trying to squirm away as he prodded your sides, but failing.

Days like this were you favorite, neither of you had work or any obligations, able to just do as you wished.

"What do you wanna do today?" He asked, after a minute, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I don't care, I just want to be away from people." You responded. Life had been far too loud and hectic lately, all you wanted right now was to be still for a bit.

He started to roll away from you, making you pop your head up to look at him properly for the first time that morning, hair a mess and rumpled pajamas.

"Where're you going?" You asked, pouting at the sudden absence of his warmth.

"You said you wanted to be away from people." He said, but you gripped onto his shirt.

"I didn't mean you." You said. "You can stay."

"Oh, good!" He said, promptly falling back on top of you, making you squeal as he nearly crushed you beneath him.

"Jinnie! I can't breathe!" You laughed.

"Agh, breathing's overrated." He teased, wrapping himself around you and peppering kisses across your face.

"Ok fine! You win!" You whined, trying to catch you breath. "What do you want to do, then?"

"Mmm," he thought for a moment. "I want food."

You groaned. "Fine."

Reluctantly, you got up, trailing after him to the kitchen, before ultimately deciding that ordering takeout would be easier than cooking.

You piled up together on the couch, watching TV as you waited on the food to arrive. You'd nearly dozed off again against his shoulder, when he suddenly spoke.

"We should go to the beach." He said, shaking you out of your daze.

"Huh?"

"I mean, we can go the mountains, if you'd prefer, but I think the beach would be more fun." He rambled. "We could collect sea shells, go swimming-"

"I can't swim-" You interjected.

"-Go wading." He corrected, without missing a beat. "We could even rent one of those little camper vans, so we could stay right by the shore."

"Where's this coming from?" You asked.

"I was just thinking, if you need away from everyone, like you said this morning, maybe we could run away together, just for a little bit." He said softly, looking down at you.

"You'd run away with me?" You asked.

He nodded. "I'd do anything if made you happy."

"Anything?" You raised a brow at him, earning an eye roll in return.

"Anything within legal limitations, don't get carried away now." He clarified, making you giggle. "Go back to sleep."

"M'kay." You said, resting your head back against his chest. "Love you, Jinnie."

"Love you too, bub."

[sugar-omi]

i have a request!! i headcanon that cove is a sub leaning switch and likes to dom every now and then but i can imagine him and reader having a sort of like?? competition?? to see who will submit first!! in my mind he loses the competition and submits first but if you wanna change it up you can!! there’d lots of teasing and foreplay and i feel he’d be sooo desperate for it like shaking and pleading (or you can make reader the desperate one if ur switching it up!!!) I LOVE UR ACCOUNT THANK UUU

GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE pls I've been thinking abt how cove likes some fight for dominance... think abt how if you go to his room in the happiness moment <333 says EVERYTHING also imma prbly gonna have to make a part 2 bc this is everything i didn't know i desperately needed

tags : NSFW, ok for fem/masc/nb readers, sub/bottom cove, dom/top reader, this is really long, long haired cove, begging, scratching, biting, spanking, brat cove + brat tamer reader, fingering cove, hand jobs, you call cove names (baby, brat)

synopsis : you and cove struggle for who gets to top the other, spoiler: you win.

it was a battle of tongues, hands, and teeth.

cove loved acting bratty, threatening to take dominance from you. it was always so hot, cove had his hands under your shirt and grinding against your lap.

something you didn't give him permission to do.

cove whined, pulling away and he brings his hand up to his bottom lip that you just bit. it hurt but it felt good, the action going straight to his cock.

you grabbed his hips, digging your nails into his skin. your palm felt hot in his hands. "i didn't tell you to touch me there."

"i know." cove felt his heart shake at the hazy look in your eyes. before he could think of another sassy quip, your hand comes down on his behind swift and quick.

"ah!"

you sooth the area you just spanked. "stop being a brat and let me take care of you."

cove shakes, easily succumbing to you. he loves you ordering him around and leading him far too much.

"stand up and strip."

cove swallows, moving with your hands pushing his body off you and he stands up, he can almost feel the blood moving in his veins and he's painfully aware of his erection straining against his boxers.

"boxers too."

he squeaks, his hopes of not standing in front of you naked while you're fully clothed goes unanswered.

cove's cock hangs heavy between his legs, pre bubbling at his tip. while cove is looking off to the side, embarrassed but far more turned on than anything, you sink to your knees in front of him.

"w-what are you doing?.."

you grin, running your hands up and down his sides. "just be good for me, okay?"

cove nods and moans sharply before he can give a verbal response, not that he'd be able to give a reliable one anyway. your hands move from his hips to his thigh and cock.

the warmth of your hand on his thigh tries to send him strength, but the way your hand squeezes and strokes his cock plus your mouth sucking on his red weeping tip has him weak still.

cove shakes, taking a fistful of your hair in his hand and he hunches over, trying not to fall to the floor.

"a-ah so good..." cove mumbles, some things audible and some things you can't decern. "can't- oh god- can't i sit down?.. agh! please.."

you stop teasing him for a moment, enjoying the whine that follows when you detach from his blushing tip. "but i like watching you shake like this." you refer to his shaky legs, his body trembling from the pleasure.

cove pants, the room and your touch suddenly too hot.

seeing your boyfriends plight, you give mercy and stand up. "okay baby, go ahead and get on the bed."

cove easily falls into the bed, the distance between the ottoman on the other side of your shared bedroom, and the bed, short.

you start stripping, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and you can't help but laugh as cove uses his eyes to drink in every inch of exposed skin.

with your undergarments finally added to the pile of clothes, you crawl on top of cove and happily settle in his lap, content now that he isn't fighting you for control.

at least, thats what you thought.

cove throws you backwards, your head now at the foot of the bed. before you can protest the change and reprimand him, cove kisses you, his tongue easily slipping into your open lips.

you welcome this change for now, and in a small act of revenge, drag your nails across his shoulders to his biceps. cove moans, shivering.

cove detaches from your lips, moving on to your neck and he begins leaving soft marks. you take this chance to reprimand him. "i didn- oh- i didn't tell you to get," you sigh shakily when cove sucks on a special spot on your neck. "to get on top of me!"

you feel him grin. bastard. "i don't need you to tell me to do anything."

you laugh, knowing that is very much so a lie. "oh really? so you don't like when i tell you how to stroke your cock, or when i tell you how to move yourself on my cock/a dildo?"

cove stutters and shakes when you say that, recalling all the times you made him get himself off on your cock/strap and the one time, while you were out of town, you told him how to fuck himself while you were on a videocall.

"or how about all the times i finally let you come, after you take everything i give you so well. do you not need me to do that anymore, baby?"

cove, in his embarrassment and flustered state as he imagines and soaks in everything you say, slumps against your body and hides in your neck.

you push him back until he hits the pillows, his long hair more tussled than it was this morning.

"why don't you stop fighting baby, and let me take care of you. do you wanna be inside of me or do you want me to fuck you?"

cove pants, thinking about both possibilities. "i.. i dunno. can't decide."

you hum, "that's okay," you reach over him for the lube in your bedside table. "i still wanna play with you anyway so just sit still." cove whines loudly, although its more of a squeak at your shameless admission than anything.

you pour the lube into your hand, and warm it up between your fingers before circling a finger around cove's entrance. cove moans at the intrusion, his hands fisting the pillows and he moves his hips a bit in a desperate and horny plea for more.

you push down on his hips, forcing him to stop circling them. "ah-ah, don't move. use your big-boy words if you want something." cove whines at your reprimand, finding no joy of his own in your teasing.

he gasps for air, shoving his face into the pillow. "please.. more." you move the singular digit, hearing a muffled dissatisfied groan escape cove. "look at me baby, tell me what you want."

cove lets out a huff through his nose, although its not one of frustration if his blushing face and breathy moans are anything to go by. it takes a few seconds, but with the encouragement of your gaze and cove's carnal need for more, "please.. y/n.. more." cove swallows, his adams apple bobbing "i-i can take two..."

cove's eyes get teary, and his blush seems to run down his chest as well from his fluster. he looks so desperate, so dirty like this. god he's so sexy.

happily following his request, you add another finger and are rewarded with a loud moan when your fingers curl against his soft insides.

even though cove was being more bratty than usual, you can't help but reward him. he's so cute and so sweet, yet so sensual when you have him under you like this. you wrap your other hand around his cock, it makes cove flinch but he just thrusts into your hand and the way your fingers rut against his insides from the involuntary movement makes cove whine.

you're definitely getting a noise complaint, but that doesn't matter right now when cove is trembling with pleasure, his cock leaking pre and his hole clenching around your fingers when you hit all the pleasurable spots of his gummy insides.

"that's it baby, keep grinding against my fingers. are you gonna come?" you praise, leaning over cove and latching onto the nipple he wasn't playing with. cove moans sharply at the sudden feeling of your mouth on his chest, pinching his nipple hard but its not unwelcomed.

"good boy, go ahead and come whenever you want." you pick up the pace, stroking his cock faster and curling your fingers against a sensitive spot that made him cry out.

cove looks at you with hooded eyes, half his face buried in the pillow. "y/n.. ahh. k-kiss me."

you let go of his chest, your saliva trying to keep a web between your mouth and his nipple but the string breaks and your wet lips meet cove's kiss-swollen and bitten ones. the kiss is messy but its so hot and he loves you so much, you're so nice to him and you treat him so well.

like now, your thumb lovingly runs over his tip and cove comes into your hand, his moans muffled by your lips.

you remove your fingers from his fluttering hole, tangling them in the sheets that you're definitely going to change later, and you kiss cove's face while you stroke him to completion.

cove lays limp, meeting your lips again in exchange for tender pecks. you pull back completely, brining your cum-covered hands up to cove's willing lips.

the look he gives you is sinful, and the heat between you tells you you're not done with each other, if it wasn't already obvious.

"round two?"

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Hiii i love your ficsss🤍🤍

could you write a lee regulus fic?? he's one of my favorite characters too!!!

Sorry if something is written wrong I don't speak English well so I'm using the help of the translator

When we were younger

A/N~ AGH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IVE WANTED TO WRITE LEE REGULUS!! You didn’t give me much prompt so I played around a little hehe. I hope you like it :D (P.S your English is perfect my dear!!)

LEE~ Regulus Black

LER~ Sirius Black

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Regulus was in a bad mood.

This wasn’t a very uncommon event but it seemed to be worse than his usual brooding and his friends were starting to notice.

“Regulus, are you alright mate?” Barty asked, finally giving in to Evan and Pandoras looks of concern.

“I’m fine.” He snapped glaring at him. He felt bad for being so rude but he had bigger problems right now..

The quidditch final was coming up soon and with him being seeker there was a lot of pressure on him to do his best.

On top of that he had, had the worst day. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong.

This morning he spilt his breakfast all over himself and knocked his tea into someone else’s in the process.

On the way to his first class he accidentally walked through Nearly headless Nick. During his second he realised he had forgotten the homework and then received double for that night.

Finally, at the end of the day when he believed his bad luck was over his idiotic classmate blew up their potions project and they now had to start from scratch.

All Regulus wanted to do was sit in the common room and be angry. As much as he appreciated his friends for caring about him, he isn’t the greatest at showing it.. So scowling at the floor it is.

At least that was his plan until his brother showed up.

“There’s my favourite brother!!” Sirius exclaimed, perching himself on the arm of the sofa Regulus sat upon.

“I’m your only brother Sirius.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you all grumpy about huh? Barty said you were getting snappy, everything ok Reg?”

“I said I’m fine!!” He spoke through gritted teeth. Why was everyone so interested in bothering him today?

“Well that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.” Sirius mumbled moving closer to his brother.

“Look, if you’re just gonna sit here all doom and gloom I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures.”

God he’s dramatic. What was he on about anyway??

The others were still in the room and were as confused as Regulus.

“What do you mean drastic measures?” Evan piped up.

“Well my dear Rosier, when we were younger and Reggie here was in one of his moods I had my ways of making him smile.” Oh shit.

It all came rushing back to him now. Memories of laughter and so called tickle monsters. He was panicking, he couldn’t let his friends see that. No way. He had to get out of there before Sirius could embarrass him.

Sirius knew exactly what Regulus was thinking and as he attempted to bolt for the door Sirius tackled him to the ground.

“Sirius get off!! This is childish-” He was cut off by wiggling fingers reaching his sides.

He clamped his mouth shut refusing to give Sirius the satisfaction. Sirius wouldn’t give up that easily though.

“You and I both know who’s going to win here little brother, you might as well give up now and save the us the hassle.” He could see Regulus was close to breaking but that boy was stubborn as hell.

He used one hand to lift his arms above his head using the other to continue his ticklish onslaught.

“Regulus you leave me no choice.. You asked for this” He smirked shoving both hands under his brothers arms.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Regulus cackled.

He completely lost it, loud and boisterous laughter erupting from his chest.

Sirius grinned so wide he thought his face would split in two. Seeing Regulus like that was so rare nowadays, he was soaking up every last giggle while he still could.

“Are you gonna stop being so angry at the world?” Sirius teased poking at his ribs.

“YEHEHEHES” Regulus was so worn out from laughing that all he could do was oblige.

“Annddd who’s the greatest brother of all time?” He slowed the attack to hear the younger boys answer.

“You’re soho duhumb.” He giggled through heavy breathing.

“That’s not an answer.” He stated rapidly squeezing his sides again.

“OKAY OKAHAHY IHITS YOUUU!! PLEAHSE SIRIUHUS!!” He begged throwing his head back in hysterics.

“That’s more like it,” he laughed ruffling regulus’ hair.

What the two brother failed to remember was that there were three slytherins standing watching this whole scene play out.

They would tease Reg about this later but for now they’d leave the two have their moment. After all it was nice to see their friend smiling for once.

Just like when they were younger<33

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grabs you OC TIME!!! ✨🧠🍀✏️ for all your guys!!!

OC TIME YAYY TY hehehe

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

for all of my ocs, the name is usually one of the last things i pick out when i’m creating them :P i like to get a good sense of their appearance, sense of style, gender/pronouns, personality, and the setting (ie, modern, fantasy, historical etc) they’re gonna be in first! and then i just browse baby name sites or whatever until i find something that i think goes well with all of that :D and i try to find names that i like the meaning of too even if it’s not like. directly relevant to them hehe

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

dove, cassia, micah, emrys and winnie are all a group and got created at the same time so they have pretty much the same inspo! i don’t remember exactly what my thought process was but my favorite kind of stories are about found family and close friendships/relationships that don’t really fall into the traditional family roles of parents, kids, siblings etc but still love each other a lot! so they’re my own self-indulgent version of that trope placed into a modern fantasy world setting with complicated magic vaguely inspired by a few various minecraft smps :]

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

micah— they have 100% dormant/hidden catshifter traits!! they do confusing cat behaviors all the time and nobody knows why bc they look entirely human and that’s very funny to me skdhdj. misunderstood kitty <3

winnie— she’s a regressor!! it’s not a big focus of her character in the main story i have in my head but small winnie is so so important to me..they’re just tiny sometimes.. :’]

cassia— i accidentally ended up projecting a bunch of my disability woes onto him (sorry cassia </3) so that part of his character is rly important to me!! also she/him pronouns for the win :D

dove— i love love love the way she dresses! a million accessories at all times and funky colorful patterns and a new complicated hairstyle and makeup combo every day and a hint of gothic witchy vibes to top it all off. if i was capable of choosing just one aesthetic to dress myself for the rest of my life i’d pick hers hehehe

emrys— lion!!! shifter!! he’s the only one of this group who’s able to actually fully turn into an animal and i love the way i made his shifting work in this world he’s placed in. always complicated to explain so i won’t try rn but trust me in my head it makes me very happy <3

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

agh. i have perpetual art/writing block and my disabilities make it so so hard to create anything so i basically just have crumbs. i have sketches of almost all of them and little pieces of disconnected story tidbits here and there but mostly they all live in extensive pinterest boards and a million headcanons that if i’m lucky i remember to write down on my phone skdhj. but they are rotating in my brain almost constantly trust me hehehe

tysm for asking and giving me an excuse to ramble abt them!! <33

[thissacrificeisnecxesary]

It’s like they’re the same amount of evil that they maintain like a horrible homeostasis it’s like neither of them really believes you can have a real relationship wherein both people at equal obviously cause shiv having only ever really been treated badly probably thinks the only way a relationship can be sustained and not actively harm her is if she’s can maintain the upper hand like if she slips there’s a constant threat of the other person taking advantage of her and Tom who. I don’t know I always chalked it up to his weird stepford shit cause like. Man don’t track her period to get her pregnant accidentally on purpose?

I mean I definitely think it has something to do with like “traditional values” but not as explicitly as like. I don’t think he’s going into it believing like that subservient wife shit at least not like cognizantly. But upon being like manipulated by his wife and kind of. I don’t know treated the way that a man like him might treat a woman I think that kind of builds resentment for him like he’s obviously upset that their relationship doesn’t look as traditional as he was expecting and shiv constantly trying to keep herself above him probably doesn’t help that considering in his mind he was gonna like rescue her from this evil high paced bullshit and lock her at home with the kids. In a nice way.

And I don’t think shiv trying to stay on top is just a product of her being evil either like. She’s obviously got some shit going on holy fuck. Why can’t people see that Roman and Kendall are obviously unwell how can you look at shivs behavior and see anything besides like agh this bitch has bpd I swear!!! She’s so traumatized you guys and it’s even more that Rom and Kendall because she has woman trauma too okay it is a competition and she wins. She’s the sickest everyone. Stop being mean to her STOP!! THATS MY WIFE PLEASE !!! Ugh I mean uhh. Like I beleive she manipulates Tom and others for her own personal gain obviously but a large part of that I think is that she can’t feel safe beside them unless she knows she has some kind of power over them because obviously like in the world they’re living in pretty much everyone has some kind of power over her so if she has any chance at staying alive she’s got to have something and unfortunately she has to be evil but she’s not evil I swear she’s just so scared and sad she’s actually based guys. Even the asking my husband if we can have an open relationship on our wedding night first of all like. The whole thing of a fuckin wedding and getting married do you not realize that this is the episode she’s basically being sold to Tom like. Fuck her for trying to keep her options open holy shit that’s the whole point of her thing with Nate and Gil by the way. That ATN is an oppressive regime and if she’s going to infiltrate she’s got to seriously be fucking ready to fight and fuckin uhh racketeering (not what that means) for Gil is easy and dependable. Okay and if Tom and Nate are supposed to be extensions of that then clearly Tom or the traditional structure he wants with the marriage and monogamy and shit is oppressive to her so she keeps Nate as like a side thing to prove to herself that if she needs to get out she can like there are other options and I’m not saying that’s healthy or nice or good for either her or her relationships but I’m saying it’s not actually that insane like. Okay on paper it’s insane of course the script calls for them all to be fucking unhinged but like to her. Especially when you consider her history and position and shit it makes sense why she acts like this and it just makes me so mad that people are so unempathetic to shiv I think a lot of her shit really makes sense they just don’t. I don’t kkkw. There’s no sympathy for what it’s like to be a woman in her situation because obviously that impacts like. The flavor of her trauma and coping mechanisms and shit. I swear people just. I don’t know it’s like. Maybe Kendall and Roman get to grow up to just be pathetic losers. (Not that they’re not totally fucking evil as well) but shiv presents a lot more put together. Obviously. Because no one is going to baby a fucking grown woman no one’s going to baby a fucking little girl either that kind of leniency is just not extended to women the way it is to men. Fuckign like Kendall’s birthday he literally has a parade of women following him around to make sure he’s happy like he literally hires a harem who’s job it is to get him juice and fucking pat his back there’s no way shiv could ever pull some shit like that it’s just so. Like I swear to god people hate her because she’s the most outwardly put together sibling. I don’t know maybe they can’t see past her masking and just genuinely believe that somehow she escaped the same childhood that made Kendall and Roman like that.. without any wounds and therefor every irrational decision she makes is a product of her cold heart and evil soul. I don’t know.

Mad at Tik Tok comments it’s just genuinely unbelievable to me that people see tomshiv failmarriage and put it all on shiv like. Like the shit show at the fuck factory proposal is. Very very much tommbeing a manipulative little fucker. I think the thing is he’s not. He’s not like evil that’s not real like he’s just kind of intuitively manipulative it’s why he’s like fucking good at his job and all this shit but also I believe he recognizes that logan’s impending death will open up the ceo spot in the company and if he’s going to get even remotely close to it he has got to be an official member of the family like they have got to be married he’s not gonna get the position as “shivs boyfriend” like holy fuck. And because with Tom and shiv it’s never just one thing I do think he really does love shiv and maybe knows that on account of her the way she is it’s not unlikely she could weasel her way out of any proposal and he’s find himself stuck a in the boyfriend box that if he’s going to get her to say yes he ought to ask when she’s at her most vulnerable. Like I don’t think Tom is void of fucking human feelings I just don’t think he’s pure intentioned which nobody fucking is. It’s just. It’s just insane to me that people can be so aware of shivs manipulation but are so blind to TOMS they’re exactly the same. Which is why they’re so horribly perfect for each other god. I only wish they’d been born into lives wherein they could’ve just been a lesbian and her twink. This I think is where the tragedy lies. Rip tomshiv you would’ve loved brat and being genderqueer

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When your Prince Charming arrives || First Years x Reader

What if someone from RSA seemed to be your dreamed lover?

Ace Trappola

It isn’t easy to make Ace seriously worried, about something that wasn’t caused by his friends, wanting to get revenge on his poor—as they defined them—jokes.

From the first sight he knew, that a boy, who “accidentally” bumped into you, was a danger. Some kind of.

He seemed just… too perfect: tall, muscular, with beautiful hair and natural charm, charisma. His clothes complemented the colour of dark as cosmos eyes, and his manners were impeccable. Ace started doubting that even Vil Schoenheit himself could point out anything to him, but he wouldn’t bet on his arm.

With each trait, something was pushing Ace away from the boy more and more.

If he hasn't paid much attention to him, then you definitely did. By the time the day was over, you managed to tell him ten times how he helped you get up—"You fell because of him," Ace replied while rolling his eyes—and characterized the boy verbally, so that no teacher would complain about not enough words on your opinion essay.

“Agh, enough-!” Ace got upset when, even while playing cards, you didn't talk about anyone else but that handsome hero who helped you get up faster than Ace did. He got up from the floor. “Marvel at him in his face! He will certainly want to hear all these compliments in person.”

He stormed out of the room before you could stop him.

His arms were shaking once he got out of the dorm, to the Rose Maze. He emanated with anger and grief; he swore to himself, that he will kick this guy from RSA the time he sees him. Though he wasn't sure... would you be mad at him...?

“Wait, Ace!” you had to run as fast as you could to catch up with the boy and bump hard into him. You hugged his waist tight, worried that he would run away as soon as you loosened your grip. “Sorry. I really didn't mean to upset you.”

Ace turned around to see your eyes. The corners of his mouth quivered before twitched into a weak smile.

"It's alright," he said, but his voice slowly cracking. “The better one wins, right?”

"Of course," you tightened your embrace so that your cheek was pressed tightly against Ace's body. “I won't be with any guy who can't destroy a chandelier with friends.”

The boy took a deep breath before finally wrapping his arms around you.

The warmth he felt from you and the one inside him caused a strange feeling in his stomach and chest. He didn't know exactly what he felt, but he didn't mind at all.

“Out of my advantages, you chose this particular one?” He said, his face showing a mischievous, a bit mocking, but still friendly smile. "I guess it was at the top of such a long list as ‘Advantages of Ace’"

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Deuce Spade

Deuce didn’t know what feeling was responsible for twisting his stomach, once he saw you and a boy from RSA, introducing him to some NRC classes.

Does his dark, rebellious side finally want to see the light of day?

Not as much as he wanted to hit that boy, he’d rather preferred to take you somewhere far away from him. From everybody.

“Someone's jealous!” Ace laughed when Deuce told him about his worries.

“Again, why did I come to you with this...?” The dark-haired man sighed, placing his hand on his hair and tightening it tightly. "You really think I'm, uh, jealous?"

“And not?” Ace tucked his hair back, laced the fingers of his hands together, and blinked several times. “Oh! My hero!” He said in a squeaky voice. “I will have to give up my lovely Deuce for you because you helped me up. A~aah!”

Deuce snorted and slapped Ace on the forehead. He fell onto the bed. The redhead burst out laughing as he looked at the nervous, sulking Deuce.

“Go Deuce,” he said, sitting down on the bed, still with an amused sparkles in his eyes. “Fight!”

Without waiting for any further words of encouragement, Deuce ran out of the room, towards the school. He went through all important, busier spots in the school before he found you in the cafeteria.

Of course, with that RSA guy.

He felt his body tighten like a tight string as you spotted him between the heads of the other students and waved at him.

"This is Deuce, my boyfriend," you introduced the boy to your dinner companion, and the dark-haired man looked away. So what if you guys were dating for months? The title "boyfriend" always made his heart run wild. “And this is [Boy's Name], a student from RSA.”

"Nice to meet you." Deuce reached out his hand and squeezed the boy's hand. He did it with such force that you could almost hear the crunch of bones and a soft gasp as the student jerked his hand away. “Now, I'm so sorry, but I have to take [Name] with me.”

He felt a twinge of guilt as you walked away, and the RSA boy was massaging his hand. However, now-not-yours prince charming will definitely go to the nurse, and on the way, he will surely run into one of the most beautiful students in NRC. It’s always like that in fairy tales.

You have to fight for your true love, right? They both have to find and keep the love of their lives.

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Epel Felmier

Just give him a chance, and he'll definitely try to kick that fop in the knee so hard he won't get up again.

"Fight fire with fire," Vil advised him during their usual dinner at Pomefiore. Even though Epel had said nothing about his worries, Vil could still sense a depressive aura from him that was definitely ‘not beautiful’.

The Pomefiore leader was also not very happy with the arrival of some students from the RSA. But until they were more beautiful than he was—not that anyone like that existed—their presence did not irritate them that much.

Of course, you didn't forget about Epel—you felt so drawn to your new acquaintance's aura that you sometimes lost track of time, but you make sure not to skip your meetings.

He felt like a pawn in a game of chess, not a player. He was attractively dressed, and now standing next to that RSA boy who had attracted your attention all too often. He took you with him a lot, that one day he almost offered to take you with him to the RSA. It would only require some paperwork, wouldn't it?

“[Name]” Epel turned to you, his voice trembling with anxiety and anger. He took a deep breath but didn't feel any cooling down. “The final decision will always be yours. But I want to say something about it here.” He pointed at the visitor and glared at him.

He felt a sudden need to straighten his hair and his clothes as silence fell around him. All the witnesses waited for his next move, and even though no one was saying anything, he felt like he was the new hot topic of gossips.

He went over to you and locked you in a hug as if he didn't want to watch all those onlookers.

"I know you may not believe me, but I really am not sure if he can bring you the happiness you expect," he blushed here. “I-I mean… I don't know if I can offer you a life only filled with happiness you want, but… I will try… So, uh, please don't go with him…!”

“Huh? There's no way I'm going with him,” you said, tearing away from him. "I'm addicted to apples and a certain apple boy, and I won't survive without this combination."

Epel breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his cheeks flush with shame, and memories of words that even sounded too serious for him.

Even though he felt terrible in this elegant garment, he couldn't think of it as his feelings exploded in his body.

Ah, yes. He couldn't want to love anyone else that much.

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Jack Howl

Jack never wanted to stop at anything other than "true love".

When you two started dating, he saw no other way than planning his future with you... But this RSA guy was never included in your plans.

"He's joining us," you told your new friend, pointing at Jack. He had his arms crossed and he was at least a head taller than the boy, so the boy had to raise his chin to see Jack's ears. “He offered to help us with cleaning.”

"Ah, yes," [Boy's Name] cleared his throat, trying to remain indifferent. He felt overwhelmed by Jack's presence and Jack made no effort to make it easier for him. Because what was he supposed to do? Squat down so that he doesn't feel trapped like surrounded by tall rocks? "We'll definitely need someone strong."

Everything went very agile and neat.

Even if you and the RSA student previously thought it would take a long, long time, in half an hour you managed to do more than you were allotted to. Maybe it's because your loved one didn't allow too long conversations between you and [Boy's Name]?

It would certainly have been hours if the two of you were left for each other. Ideally, a lot of time to make another appointment, exchange phone numbers, cancel your joint vacation plans with Jack and change your school, right?

“Thank you for your hard work” you put the broom in the storage box. Cleaning with magic was definitely simpler and easier, but as long as you can clean, magic can feel a little sloppy while comparing the cleanliness of rooms.

"Thank you for your hard work," [Boy's Name] replied, dusting his hands of the fluff. "Maybe... you'd like to go together, just the two of us," he stressed the last words, "to the cafe?”

"I'm sorry," you smiled apologetically. You looked at Jack who was just coming back and started walking towards him with a smile on your face. “You may not see it, but this one needs a daily dose of hugs because later he will be very sad.”

Jack silently denied as he turned his head to the side out of intimidation as you hugged him tightly.

… For moments like this, the existence of people like [Boy's Name] is needed.

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Sebek Zigvolt

“We need your assistance, [Name]” just after taking the left corridor, Sebek appeared in front of you and a student from RSA. The green-haired man had a stoic expression and his hands were behind his back, what made him seem much more composed than he thought himself. There was so much going on in his head that it would be easier to talk about what he wasn't thinking about. “It's urgent.”

Without further ado, he grabbed your wrist, knocking the RSA student's hand off your shoulder. He gave him a frightening look before he turned on his heels and you and you walked far, far away from this place.

"Hey, Sebek," you broke the silence that had been with you since you stepped out into the uncrowded corridor. “Something happened?”

“What do you mean?” He replied in a gruff voice and picked up the pace.

"For example," you panted, trying to keep up with him, "you're almost crushing my hand."

As if on cue, Sebek immediately let you go, doing it as quickly as if he had touched hot coal. With a surprised look, he glanced at your wrist, which turned slightly red from his tight grip.

"Ah, uh, forgive me," he muttered, rubbing his temple. "I still feel sick to see that human from the Royal Sword Academy."

“You mean [Boy’s Name]?” you asked, and Sebek made a face at his name. For him, this boy will always be "human" in the worst tone and sense of the word. "Some have described him as ‘so sweet that he is so bland’”

“It suits him.”

“You don't like him too? Too cute by Diasomnia standards?” you guessed jokingly. “Or were you jealous, hehe?”

“T-that's not the point!” He growled, feeling his face flush red. You looked at him in shock, now sure, you guessed it, and Sebek felt even more exposed by it. "It's just that this human looked at you so... so strange! I didn’t not like this.”

"There is a way," you said, smiling frivolously at him. “You can invite me to tea and vice versa, and then we will not see him anymore.”

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Heyy! I love your blog I was wondering if I could request an enhypen imagine! Could you please do the reader is playfully teasing them and they pick the reader and throw them over their shoulder and tickle them? It’s completely okay if you’re too busy to do this!! Just wanted to let you know that your anon submissions aren’t on :)

Thank you!! 😭 I had no idea that I had to go on desktop to turn on anon submissions and name my asks. I actually don't know if you want an imagine for each member or a reaction+imagine so I just did an imagine for each. I'm new to having a blog so please be patient with me! I didn't know what to title this so I went with no title. :)

Word Count: 1703

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None! But if you have any triggers then be careful!

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction please don’t become a delulu.

Heeseung:

You two were eating ramen in the living room, watching a movie. Heeseung, too caught up with the movie, had ramen noodles hanging out of his mouth as he blankly stared at the TV. You looked over at him, almost spitting out noodles. He looked like he was spaced out or crazy, mouth hanging open, noodles almost falling out his mouth.

You slowly got out your phone, taking a pic.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" Heeseung asked, snapping out of space. He quickly swallowed the noodles and regained his composure. "No." You held back a laugh "You're lying let me see." He argued, trying to reach for your phone.

You held your phone back, just out of his reach, "No, you're going to make me delete it."

You were trying your hardest to hold back laughter, but failed.

"You should've seen yourself, you looked hilarious!" You laughed, holding your stomach from laughing too hard "Give me your phone!!" He yelled, trying to snatch your phone from you. "Noo~ I'm going to set it as my wallpaper." You replied with a cheeky grin.

Heeseung ended up tackling you, tickling your sides until you dropped your phone.

"HeEseUng nO!"

Jay:

Laying on the couch, Jay was too busy on his phone to pay attention to you, who was now bored. Tired of scrolling through your phone, you decided to mess with him for a bit.

You snatched his phone and ran into the hallway.

"Pay attention to me!" You whined, sticking out your tongue to aggravate him "Y/N, give me back my phone!" He shouted, getting up from the couch.

He went to the hallway and tried to snatch his phone back from your hands. After a few tries, he got tired of playing around. He picked you up and threw you over the shoulder.

"Jay! Let me down!!" You shouted, hitting his back "Not until you give me back my phone!" He replied.

He carried you to the bedroom and placed you on the bed, tickling you.

"This is what you get for stealing my phone, you're going to die from tickles." He said "nO. StoP iT." You laughed, still holding onto his phone "Do you really want the gravestone to read, 'Here lies Y/N L/N, died from tickles'?" He questioned "Okay, okay!" You gave up, handing him back his phone "Thank you." He said, giving you a kiss on the temple, "The next time you want attention, just tell me, alright?" "Okay." You smiled.

Jake:

You were playing with Layla while Jake watched.

“Who’s a good girl?? You are.” You said, as you gave Layla belly rubs, “Jakey, doesn’t it seem like she likes me more?” “No way, she loves me the most.” He replied “You sure about that Jakey??” You teased as you hugged Layla.

Layla licked your face before going back to smiling with her tongue out.

“See? She loves me now,” You said, “Layla, do you wanna stay at my house??” “No way, I’m not allowing that.” He replied, “Let’s see who Layla goes to.” “Alright.” You agreed.

You and Jakestand in opposite sides, urging Layla to come closer. Layla was a bit confused on who to go to but after a few seconds, she went to you.

You bursted out laughing, “She loves me the most now!”

Jake practically fell to the ground, eyes closed. He was quiet for a few seconds before screaming, “LAYLA!!”

He stood up back up and tackled you, sweeping you off your feet and throwing you over his shoulder.

“JAKE LET ME DOWN.” You screamed “TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID FIRST, LAYLA LOVES ME THE MOST!” He replied “NEVER!” You shouted.

He started to spin around, making you both dizzy.

“JAKE STOP I’M GETTING DIZZY!” You shouted “NOT UNTIL YOU SAY THAT LAYLA LOVES ME THE MOST!” He replied “OKAY, LAYLA LOVES ME THE MOST!” You teased “AAAHHHHH!” He screamed in frustration.

He puts you down on the couch and when you thought it was over, he started to tickle you.

“AGH JAKE!” You screamed “Repeat after me, Layla loves Jake the most and I will always be second place.” He said “NO!” You replied “I’m not going to stop until you say it.” He said “OkAy, LaylA lOves jAke tHe mOst aNd I wiLl alWays bE seCond PlaCe.” You gave in.

Jake stopped tickling you and smiled in victory.

“But we both know that’s a lie.” You commented, holding back a laugh.

Here comes the tickling.

Sunghoon:

“Rock, paper, scissors on who does the dishes?” You asked “Sure.” Sunghoon agreed.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You shouted.

You, rock. Sunghoon, scissors.

“YEAHH!” You shouted “WAit waiT, best out of three!” He argued “Too late, you’re doing the dishes.” You replied, sticking out your tongue “You were just lucky, best out of three, you won’t win that’s why you won’t do it.” He complained “Alright you big cry baby, just to prove that fate has chosen you, Park Sunghoon, to do the dishes.” You replied, smirking.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” Sunghoon shouted.

You, rock. Sunghoon, scissors.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” He shouted, “YOU THREW ROCK TWICE THAT’S CHEATING!!” “NO IT’S NOT YOU’RE JUST SALTY!!” You replied.

Sunghoon gave up and threw you over his shoulder, heading towards the living room. “Let me down!” You shouted, hitting his back “Not until you admit you cheated!!” He replied, laying you down on the couch “And what are you gonna do if I don’t?” You questioned “Tickle you.” He replied.

Hands at your sides, aggressively tickling you.

“AGHH SUNGHOON YOU’RE GOING TOO FAR!” You screamed, laughing “NO YOU DID IN ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!” He argued “WHAT ABOUT THIS, WE DO THEM TOGETHER!” You compromised “NO YOU DO THEM!” He argued “SUNGHOON PLEASE!” You begged, trying to swat his hands away from your sides “Fine! But you owe me ice cream afterward!” He said.

Sunoo:

You and Sunoo were doing each other’s makeup. You wanted to prank Sunoo, so you decided to ‘accidentally’ put a bit too much blush and drew hearts all over his face, saying “It’s a Valentine’s Day theme makeup look, relax Sunoo.” “Alright, but you better not do anything funny.” He replied “I won’t.” You lied.

After you were finished, you quickly took a picture and told him to open his eyes.

“Y/N WHAT IS THIS?!” Sunoo screamed, “You said you wouldn’t do anything funny” “I’m sorry! You still look cute though!” You replied, laughing “No I don’t! I look crazy!” He replied, pouting “I’m getting revenge for this!”

Sunoo tackled you, tickling your sides.

“AHH KIM SUNOO!!” You screamed “You brought this upon yourself Y/N L/N!” He said, laughing as well “Sunoo, I’m sorry!! It won’t happen again!” You apologized “That’s not good enough, try again!” He replied “Kim Sunoo, the visual of Enhypen, the most handsome guy I know, the boy with the most duality, my sunshine, I’m sorry for doing that to your precious pretty face!” You shouted.

Sunoo stopped and smiled, “You flatter me, Y/N L/N, but don’t do that again!”

He laid on top of you, head on your chest and arms wrapped around you. “I can’t promise that, but you have a free pass to do that to me.” You said, “Deal?” “Deal, I guess..” He agreed with a pout “I can tell that you’re pouting.” You said, kissing the top of his head, “I love you Kim Sunoo. Don’t ever forget that.” “I know,” He replied, smiling, “I love you too Y/N L/N.”

Jungwon:

You and Jungwon were playing a game on the Nintendo Switch. You kept on winning which made Jungwon a bit frustrated.

“Are you cheating?” He asked “How am I cheating? You just suck.” You teased “No I don’t. Watch, in this match, I’ll win.” He replied.

While playing the game, an idea popped into Jungwon’s head. When you were close to winning, Jungwon suddenly started to tickle you. “YAH YANG JUNGWON YOU CHEATER!” You shouted, trying to finish the match “You’re winning too much!” He replied, “It’s not fair!”

In the end, you won that match.

“A cheater for sure.” He said “You cheated during that match!” You argued, “I was lucky to win.” “Ah, whatever, I shouldn’t be making a big deal out of it.” He said, pouting.

You looked at him, feeling a bit bad that you made him pout.

“It’s alright Jungwon, you can always improve.” You said, “Do you wanna watch a movie and cuddle?” “Can I pick the movie?” He asked “Of course.” You replied, “Want me to go get some ice cream to eat as well?” “Yes please.” He answered.

You went to get some ice cream from the kitchen and went back to the living room with two spoons.

“Cheer up, Jungwon, next time I’ll go easy and let you practice with me.” You said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Ni-ki:

You two were laying in bed, Ni-ki refusing to get up.

“I guess it can’t be helped.” You sighed, getting up.

Before you walked out of the room, you looked back at Ni-ki, his eyes still shut.

“Looks like I’ll have to eat Bungeoppang by myself.” You said loudly, speed walking down the hallway before Ni-ki can tackle you.

You thought you were safe until you were swept off your feet. Ni-ki had you over his shoulder.

“Well that was quick.” You commented “Don’t eat Bungeoppang without me, you can only eat it with me.” He said, his voice hoarse “Yeah, yeah,” You replied, “So you won’t get up when I tell you to but you will when I go to eat Bungeoppang?” “Bungeoppang is for life.” Ni-ki replied.

Ni-ki carried you to the kitchen, placing you down next to a chair.

“I’ll get the Bungeoppang, you sit tight.” He said “Alright.” You replied, holding back a laugh, “We still haven’t brushed our teeth.” “Bungeoppang first, we’ll brush our teeth after.” He said “You mean, you’ll brush your teeth after,” You replied, “Come and brush your teeth when the Bungeoppang is in the microwave, it’ll taste better if you do.” You gave Ni-ki a peck on the cheek before heading to your shared bathroom.

A/N: It took forever to write for all of the members but I’m glad I did but Sunoo’s ending is just 😩😩 I wasn’t able to put in the entire request for all of the members but it still had parts of it. I hope you enjoyed it!

[bakugohoex]

2 NSFW WITH USHIWAKA 🥵🥵🥵 jus imagining him controlling me makes me horny please

“get on your knees”

pairing: wakatoshi ushijima x female reader

cw: established relationship, nsfw (MINORS DNI, male receiving oral, mouth fucking, biting and marking, spit play, size kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, consential sex, public sex, kissing and praise kink)

word count: 2300+

a/n: hehe hope you like this my lovely and hope everybody likes this as well

summary:  in which after a long strenuous match, all ushijima wants is you in the locker room, begging on your knees

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The sound of the whistle blowing as Ushijima spiked the ball right past the other team, the way it sliced through the air in a single motion. You cheered as everybody joined in at the win, starting to already walk down to where the locker rooms where to meet him. Your eyes replaying the way his arm shot upwards, his perfect form, he was a god ready to destroy the other team in a single moment.

You watched the team go into the locker room, Ushijima being the last as you instantly wrapped your arms around his sweat coated body. “You did amazing baby.”

“You were my lucky charm.” He spoke with no tone, but you could feel a rush of emotion run through you as he hugged you back, your head against his chest. “Come in once everybody’s left.”

You didn’t question his words instead just nodding as he walked into the locker room. If someone had told you back in your first year of high school that you’d be dating one of the top volleyball players in Japan you probably would have laughed. But now having a life, a career where both of you were doing what you loved and still so in love after all these years together. You wouldn’t have expected it at all, but you were grateful it had occurred.

You patiently waited as more and more of Ushijima’s teammates came out in a bundle, “oh Y/n, Ushijima still in there.” Kageyama spoke as he was sorting his coat out, you remembered the day he had beat Ushijima, the way you cried at the loss, the inability to go to nationals for the first time in three years. It had been a shock, but he had grown so much and even Ushijima had to admit he was a good setter, amazing even with his perfect sets that Ushijima loved to spike.

You nodded at the boy waving a goodbye as he touched your shoulder as left reassuringly, the team probably going out to celebrate but Ushijima seemed to have other plans. You knocked cautiously on the door, a quiet ‘come in’ coming through the wood as you pushed it open.

Ushijima stood barely covered, he seemed to have just come out of the showers. His hair still damp and beads of water trickling against his god-like body. You couldn’t help but drool at how perfect your boyfriend looked, the towel hanging lowly and a smile on his face.

“And what’s this?” You questioned moving closer to him as you dropped your bag to the floor taking cautious steps.

He looked you up and down before speaking, “we won and…”

He trailed off not wanting to say anything else, you stared at him smirking at how for such a blunt person he was still incapable of confessing what he wanted. “You want me?”

“I want all of you my love.”  He reached out for you as you easily met his arms, his hands moving to cup your cheeks as he bent down to kiss you, “so beautiful…” he mumbled through the kiss.

It made your heart flutter as you spit and saliva mixed together, your hand moving to brush against the towel exactly where his cock was. You felt him groan through the kiss, the way his tongue slid inside your own skimming through your mouth. His grip on your face remained tight as if he wanted you to stay in his hands forever, your fingers moving closer and closer past the towel to brush against the exposed skin.

He let go of you as he stared into your eyes, “get on your knees.” His words were firm as he looked into your eyes, those pretty eyes which always showed him such lust and love. “Be my pretty girl my love.”

His praise always meant so much to you as you nodded out a response, waiting to feel his cock barely fit around your lips. He took a seat, legs spread as he watched you kneel in front of him, “I want to make you feel good Toshi.”

His hand moving to cup your face once more, bending down to give you another kiss as he let go staring at you once more. “Pretty, pretty girl.”

Your hands moved the towel away, it laid away from him as you saw how his cock was already hard for you. Licking your lips, he grabbed your hair making a makeshift ponytail as he watched you look up to him with those innocent eyes that he could never resist.

Licking from the base upwards, eyes remaining focused on his own. His head falling back as he gave a small moan, Ushijima was never the vocal type but the way he tried to hide his moans with a closed mouth made it ever so sweet. He expected you to go slow, that was how you always wet, taking him bit by bit in your mouth, never taking him fully and even if you tried you would never reach his base.

Your lips engulphed his length as your head went lower and lower at every second, “Fuck Y/…” He could barely speak without letting out a moan, the way your tongue swirled against his length as you went further down. His hand around your hair wanting to just push you right down, he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop himself as he pushed you down, your nose reaching the base as his cock went to the back of your throat.

His groans filled the locker room as he tugged your hair up in an instant, the way you already looked a mess from taking him all in your mouth. “I’m…so…proud…” Ushijima was breathless, he had never had someone take him all, and to see you with drool around your mouth, his precum already leaking out from his tip. He wanted more, needed more.

Grabbing your hair once more you looked up at him with teary eyes, “I…need you in my…mouth.”

“It’s yours my love.” His voice was soft as you put your tongue out licking at his precum.

In a moment Ushijima’s moans filled the locker room once again, he had given up on suppressing it as he groaned at the way you licked his tip. He needed a release, needed more than your teasing, you could sense it as he tried to push your head lower, “use…use my mouth.”

In a second he complied, taking your head and pushing you back down on his cock, your tongue swirling once again as he moved your mouth up and down. Even if you didn’t go right down to his base again, he didn’t care because taking almost three quarters of him was all he needed for his girl. “Agh Y/n…so good…taking me all…” His words of praise sent an electricity through you.

Your hands on his thighs as your nails went into him, the way you looked a mess and he still thought you were the prettiest woman on the planet. Ushijima could feel himself about to cum, he knew in a second your throat would be filled with him and he couldn’t wait to see it. “To…Toshi…”

You were barely audible as he used your mouth for his own gain, the way his head fell backward as he continued to pull at your hair back and forth to be used up. “Gonna cum in…in your mouth princess…”

You could barely process his words, wanting to taste him all the way his cum went right down your throat on the final tug of your hair. It could barely stay in your mouth as an out of breath Ushijima looked down at your face, “open.”

Complying you hadn’t swallowed most of the cum as he saw the white gush stick to the insides of your mouth. His hands went to cup your face making you look up at him, he wiped the stray cum with his fingers before speaking, “swallow.”

Easily swallowing all of him he gave a look of love at how pretty you looked on your knees. The way your hands stayed on his thighs, cum still drooling out with spit. Distressed mascara as tears had fallen down and your tangled hair that he had abused. He bent down to capture your lips, a soft kiss as his tongue instantly divulged, not caring that his own cum was in your mouth.

He brought you up as he kissed you, making you stand before grabbing your waist and putting you right onto his thighs. Directly where his throbbing cock was, he wanted more, it was selfish, but he deserved it after winning. You knew what he was planning as his fingers moved your skirt up, he was glad you had worn it.

Continuing to kiss you as his other hand grabbed your breast through the fabric of your shirt, your mewls for more were far more audible than his own moans. You couldn’t help it as his fingers toyed with your damp underwear, sliding back and forth between your clit as he felt you become wetter and wetter by his touch.

“Want…daddy’s cock…” You could barely speak as the kiss ended the way his mouth moved to your neck in an instant.

Ushijima couldn’t lie and say he didn’t like the nickname but the way you looked so small on his lap, unable to take him all by your mouth and knowing he was going to split you open. He needed you, “okay my love.”

Moving your underwear down your legs, he spat on his fingers as he put it onto your slick filled cunt and clit, you had gotten wet by sucking him off. But he needed to make sure you were wet enough to take him all, you grew impatient whining before finally moving onto his lap.

The tip of his cock directly in line with your cunt, “fuck…” He could barely speak as moans filled the locker room as you slowly went down on his cock. “Taking…me so well.”

Your head fell back as his arms were at your waist, your moaned loudly as his own mouth went to your neck leaving more marks and bruises right across your pretty neck.

“Too…too big…” Feeling split open as you went further down, your cunt being stretched out to try and get him all in you, you couldn’t help but feel split in half.

“Pretty gi…girl trying to take me a…all.” He couldn’t hide his groans through his biting, the way you arched your back to try and gain more of him before finally feeling too filled up.

Your own body moving up and down on his cock as every moment let out a loud moan of incoherent words. He could only dream about how pretty you looked from an outsider perspective, the way your hair would fall away from your face, your eyes shut as your hands stayed on his chest and you bounced up and down. Your tits moving along with each bounce, perfection.

He groaned out once more as he began taking charge, his hands moving to your hips and moving you up and down himself. He wanted you to go deeper, take full advantage of him and his cock and he was going to help you with it. “To…Toshi…” Your moans of his name felt like heaven to him as he continued to move your body back and forth, your head moving forward to meet his eyes once again.

“Open…” It was another command that you would comply with as even sitting on his lap you were still shorter than him. The sound of him gathering up his spit before shooting it right down your mouth, “swallow.”

Complying once again he felt even more turned on after having both his spit and cum in your mouth as he fucked into you. His grip around your hips became harder as bruises were ready to form on your delicate skin. He loved the idea though, the way you looked all bruised and fucked up, it made him feel good, because he knew that he was the only one to see you in this state.

He watched how your movements became stroppier, your kisses along his jaw and neck filled with more saliva as you moaned down to his broad chest. He knew you were going to cum as you felt a coil ready to break in your stomach. “C…cum, let me cu…cum…”

You were too fucked up to resist moaning against Ushijima’s large cock, the impact it had on your insides, every time it hit the back of your cervix made you become even more messed up. “Cum for…me.”

Feeling the coil snap in you, white cum gushed out of you, and remained in your cunt due to the sheer size of Ushijima. He watched you feel stuffed as cum tried to leak out in any gap it could find, the way he used this to easily fuck into you to gain his own release. “Want my cum to…to fill you up?”

“Yes…please Daddy…” It was a quiet moan as your eyes remained shut, head on his shoulder and arms around his own as he fucked into you, cum leaking out onto the ground and bench. He complied as he groaned into your ear, moving back and forth in your cunt sloppily.

A large groan and the feeling of being stuffed with cum was felt throughout the room, his thrusts sloppier as he finally stopped, taking himself out of you. He watched how cum began leaking out of you, how you remained sitting on him to let the cum taint the both of you.

“Congrats on the win by the way.” You spoke after a moment of silence where the both of you were catching your breath.

He nodded as he looked at his pretty girl, “let’s go home, I’ll run you a bath.”

“Only if you join me.” You spoke looking into his eyes, he gave a soft kiss.

His lips felt soft, not as rough as they were during sex but still filled with the same love as he finally let go staring into your pretty eyes, “anything for you, my love.”

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Do a daisuga (or whatever you want) hero/villain au were the super hero (daichi) and the villain (suga) are roommates but keep there "jobs" a secret so neither of them know that when they make up excuses to go out and fight their nemesis that the other is doing the exact same thing. After battles they go home and make up excuses on why they're covered in bruises and such, only realizing that they're fighting each other when one of them finally catches the other and pulls off there mask.

𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠

𝐴/𝑛: 𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑜𝑖. 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸 𝑈 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑈𝑇 𝐵𝐶 𝐼 𝐷𝐼𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜!𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖 𝑥 𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛!𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

𝑇𝑊: 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑆𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑆𝑇!!!

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“Iwa-chan I’m home.” Tooru swings his keys around his finger letting it fly off into the miscellaneous bowl by their front door. He was met with silence meaning his roommate wasn’t home yet. He stretches and groans while heading to the bathroom to bandage up. Another day, another loss in his book. He doesn’t know how but his nemesis, Chroma, defeated him in every battle for the past 5 months. He was starting to get tired of it as well. He needed to figure out a way to defeat Chroma so he can show the world that the hero system is corrupted and broken.

“Oi dumbass I’m home.” Tooru walks out of the bathroom to greet his roommate. Both their eyes went wide when greeted with the sight of bruises and cuts all over each other.

“Hajime what happened this time? You never come home in this bad a state.” Tooru rushes to get the bandages and first aid kit. He sits Iwaizume down letting his fingers trace over each bruise examining them. Hajime cups Tooru’s cheek grabbing his full attention.

“You know firefighting can get rough, don’t worry about me. What about you though? Looks like you’re boxing matches didn’t go well today did they?” He kisses the top of Tooru’s head and grabs the bandages. Tooru stands up letting him treat a huge cut on the side of his torso.

“Never a dull day in the ring babe. Although my opponent was surprisingly strong today. Caught me off guard.” Hajime finishes wrapping the bandages and pulls Tooru’s torso toward him to rest his forehead on it. Tooru runs his hands through Hajime’s hair hears quiet sobs and tears on his stomach. They sit in silence for a while holding each other.

“You know I hate your job,” Hajime says lifting his head up meeting his lover’s eyes.

“I know. I would say the same for yours but it’s more respectable than mine.” Tooru laughs but Hajime’s face remains sad. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m fine though. I’ve gotten used to it.” He leans down to kiss Hajime. “Let’s make dinner. They had you out there late tonight.”

---

After they had finished making their dinner Tooru jumps on the couch and turns on the tv. Flipping through channels one by one he stops on a new report of the battle from earlier.

“Once again Hero Chroma has defeated Ero, but this time was much more intense than their previous battles. It would appear that Ero has stocked up on some gear that quite literally defies the laws of physics. It has been reported that Chroma once had trouble standing back up but powered through-” The channel had switched off.

“News is not dinner TV Tooru.” Hajime places the remote on the coffee table after turning on a movie.

“Sorry. Seems like that guy Ero really roughed up Chroma this time.” Tooru pridefully speaks.

“Yeah, it sucks though. Ero getting stronger is dangerous, Chroma won’t be able to fight him forever. I’m scared that if Ero ever wins, all hell will break loose.” Hajime sighs taking another bite.

“You think so, huh.”

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“Agh! How the heck did he get stronger?” Chroma asked himself while dodging flying pieces on debris. ‘If I keep this up my suit will run out of power. We’ve been fighting for 4 hours and he can keep going. When did I become so weak?’ he thinks.

Ero continues to whip loose concrete at Chroma till one piece finally hits him. He jumps to victory and launches himself over to what he thought was an unconscious body.

“Well well, looks like our little bicker has come to an end hasn’t it, Chroma.” Just as Ero reaches for his rival mask Chroma presses a button on his upper chest releasing shock waves sending Ero flying backward. He catches himself mid-air hovering high above the buildings. Chroma flys up to him giving distance between them.

“Our ‘bickering’ won’t end till you are behind bars Ero,” he yells watching closely to predict his next move.

“Why would it be such a bad thing if I win? You’re getting weaker friend. Maybe under that mask is an old man. That would explain why you can’t grasp the reason why I need you gone. If that’s the case then why don’t I explain it in simple terms old man? See, I want a world that is disposed of hero’s, nothing more. No ruling the world, or having disciples. Just a world free of oppressing, high and mighty, people like you. The hero system is corrupted. You all want the glory now, you don’t do it for the people. That’s why you will be the first one to go Mr. “top of his class, high rankings at a young age.”

“Yeah, well for one I’m no old man, and two I vow not to lose cause I know if I do, all hell will break loose.” Ero quietly gasps at his last few words.

“I’m scared that if Ero ever wins, all hell will break loose.”

It was too soon to be a coincidence. He feels tears sting his eyes as he looks down. ‘Hajime?’

“Haj-” Just as Ero calls out Chroma slams into him. Forcing his body from high altitude down into the ground at impossible speed. As the dust cleared there was a crack in Ero’s mask. This time Chroma was the one reaching for the mask. He lifts it off to find a crying man. A man he had never imagined being behind that mask. His lover. Tooru Oikawa. Tooru stood there too shocked to move as he had already found out who his rival had been.

“T-Tooru, I-” he takes off his mask revealing himself. Hajime Iwaizumi. He drops to his knees with tears streaming down his face. His heart aches. Physically aches. “I loved you. I trusted you and this whole time you-” he couldn’t find his words.

“Hajime. I don’t know what to say either, but please don’t say loved.” his voice breaks and he takes deep and heavy breaths. The impact from being slammed into the ground did a number on him. He knew that the words he was saying now. The breaths he was taking. It’ll be his last ones. Hajime crawls over by his head seeing blood coming out of his mouth and nose. At that moment he had realized what he did. He cries out, starting to beg whoever was listening for help. There were news reporters and police but they kept their distance as told. Hajime strokes Toorus hair. “You know the only reason I started doing this is because of you.” Tooru croaks, coughing up blood.

“Wha-why for me.”

“Well not that I knew you were a hero, but when we first moved in together and you would come home all bruised up from “firefighting” I couldn’t take it. Me being under the impression that the only reason that was happening to you was because of heroes and their carelessness when fighting. None of them were ever held responsible. Every day I would wait on the couch for you to come home begging that whatever happened that day didn’t kill you.” he confesses reaching out his hand to hold Hajime’s face. “I’m sorry Haj if I would have known…”

“Shut up.” Hajime interrupts holding Toorus hand that was placed on his face. “Don’t act like a hero now you idiot. I didn’t need your protection. I needed you to be safe. This is way worse than boxing you know. Look where your stupid thinking got you. We need to get you to a hospital.” he cries harder holding on to Tooru’s hand for dear life. ‘I can’t lose him. I don’t care about what he’s done. I need him to be okay. Please stay for me.’

“Hajime, I love you. Please don’t blame yourself for this. Please move on and be happy okay?” with that Tooru’s body relaxes and his hand falls numb in Hajime’s.

“No...please...NO.” Hajime cries out holding Tooru’s body in his arms cradling him. He kisses his forehead and holds him tighter.

“...I love you too.”

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After the fight was over and some questioning was done Hajime was finally allowed to go home. He enters the dark apartment flipping the lights on. He turns on the Tv and news headlines flooded many channels.

“Hero Chroma (Hajime Iwaizumi) Defeats his rival Ero (Tooru Oikawa) only to find out by the public that they were lovers. Many have mixed emotions about this situation. More on this later.”

‘Shittykawa. You’re such an idiot.’ he walks over to the fridge that had a note on it from Tooru.

‘Another big match today! Wish me luck my Iwa-chan. I love you.’ Hajime slowly peels the note of the fridge tears drips down onto the paper making wrinkled spots. Sitting down on the bed in his once shared room, he holds the note and a picture frame of him and Tooru doing victory poses from one of their games in high school. He stares for a while, not moving or crying just staring. He walks into the bathroom into the cabinets. He’s not thinking clearly, who would be at a time like this? He has a numb expression, body moving in slow motion, but tear still streaming down no sign of stopping. He mindlessly grabs a bottle and pours the substances in his hand. Looking at the picture one last time he smiles and whispers.

“We’ll be together soon my love.”

[kaitoujokerscans]

The Night the Silver Cape is Set Ablaze CH7

<7> Joker Breaks In!

Around the same time, another phantom thief — Joker — was hard at work on another caper. This particular caper was...

"Huuuh? A... recipe?" Hachi asked as a stiff breeze blew against his face. Joker, similarly buffeted by the wind, forced a smile as he answered.

"Yep, exactly! Sounds interesting, doesn't it?"

"But that's not important right nooooooooooooow!" Hachi said, screaming. They were falling rapidly. They were in the sky, several thousand meters above the ground. It was cold, and the air was extremely thin. Furthermore, the two of them were freefalling without any open parachutes. It was enough to make him envious of Hosshi, who was staying at home today. "W-What are we s-supposed to do here!?"

"We'll be fine. We've got this." Joker pointed out the thin layer of fabric between the arms and torso on the bodysuits they were wearing. "This is called a wingsuit. It's used to glide through the sky. We can land at our destination without attracting attention this way."

What Joker said reached Hachi's ears over the radio. But it was pitch black all around them, and the only things he could see were the city lights twinkling far below. The sheer terror got the better of him and he could hardly think straight. It was a far cry from how they usually flew with Balloon Gum. All Hachi knew at the moment was that they were headed somewhere Joker had sent an advance notice to.

"What's this recipe supposed to beeeeeee!?" Hachi yelled. Joker answered as he normally would.

"Hachi, you've heard of the soft drink called 'Riviera', yeah?"

"I-I know about it, but...!"

"The recipe for it is one of the world's best-kept secrets, and it's only known to a handful of people!"

"I-Is that so?"

Joker and Spade both love Riviera, the drink of choice enjoyed all over the world. It's served in restaurants everywhere and can be found in any vending machine. It tastes like a mix of sweet syrup and tangy tonic. It's excellent for chugging, and Hachi likes to drink it on occasion himself.

Hachi was quite the cook himself, but true enough, he had no idea what made Riviera taste like that.

"After all, if the recipe got out and suddenly anyone was able to make it, they wouldn't be able to sell their drinks, right? So only the top members of the company that makes Riviera know the ingredients and their ratios."

"T-That makes sense...!"

"Word is that the secret recipe is kept at the company's innermost level, strictly guarded in a safe."

"Joker-san, don't tell me the reason why you're trying to steal the recipe is because you just want to drink a limitless supply of Riviera?"

"Heh heh, it's a secret♪"

"That doesn't tell me anything!"

The duo continued to drop rapidly. Hachi took a glimpse down and saw right below — well, probably still a few hundred meters away — the lights from houses and tail lamps of cars driving on the road. The color drained from his face.

"All right, it's about time for us to start gliding. Spread your wings!"

"Okaaaaaaaay!"

Joker and Hachi unzipped their wings. While they were still falling at the same speed, suddenly they were zooming at an angle. It was like they were slipping down a playground slide. Their untethered bodies skimmed through the air like gliders, and a blast of wind hit Joker and Hachi's faces from the front this time.

"I see it! Over there!"

A large building blurred into sight. It was conspicuously distinct from the other structures around it. The whole building was curvilinear and shaped like a bottle. A bottle of Riviera, in fact. It was already nighttime, so there were no lights streaming out of the windows.

"We're gonna land on the bottlecap!"

Joker made it sound easy, but from where they were, it would've been like placing a speck of dust on the tip of a toothpick. If they weren't attentive and precise about it, they'd fall headlong into the ground instead. Even so, Joker didn't drop speed. Confidently, he plunged straight toward the Riviera bottlecap.

Joker had the courage to dive right into things without hesitation. Hachi admired that. It used to be that Hachi thought about every possible consequence and would often end up not doing anything at all because he was afraid of failing. But Joker typically took action as soon as he came up with a plan. He had once asked Joker about it before.

"Joker-san, how are you so brave?"

"Well, you never know what'll happen until you try, yeah?"

"But isn't that even scarier if you don't know how it'll turn out?"

"It's the other way around. There's only so much in the world that people can imagine. Most of what actually happens is stuff you never would have expected. So don't you think it's better to just do it?"

"You might have a point..."

"Master once told me that 'knowledge can't beat experience'. Which means that right now, I'm no match for Master. But if you flip your thinking, that means that if I get all kinds of experience, one day I'll be able to win against Master. If I'm too scared to try anything, I'll never be able to beat him," Joker said with a smile, and started writing the advance notice for his next target.

When he heard the reason why Joker had so much motivation and the things Silver Heart had taught him, Hachi felt like he understood. It was exactly because Joker didn't know what was going to happen next that he was always able to act immediately.

"Okay, we're almost there, Hachi!"

Joker's yell brought Hachi back to the present. The Riviera bottlecap roof was coming up to meet him. The rooftop seemed to function as a small heliport.

"Drop your speed on the count of one-two-three!"

"Roger!" Hachi acknowledged and gripped the cord on the side of the wing. He had been told that when he pulled it, he would slow down.

"All right, on your mark! One..."

Hachi tightened his grip on the cord and adjusted his timing.

"Two..."

Hachi was ready to pull on "three", but then Joker said:

"...and..."

"WHAT!? 'And'!?" In his surprise, Hachi pulled the cord on instinct. A tailored parachute billowed out and he slowed down dramatically. At that speed, he was going to drop down before he made it over the bottlecap.

"Oh shoot! Hachi!" Joker pulled his cord. Losing speed, he changed orientation so that he was now facing Hachi. He caught him in both arms.

"Joker-san!"

"We'll be fine! We should be able to make it, just barely!"

But Joker was just saying that to calm him down. The duo stalled in the air as they were almost to the bottlecap roof. Just out of reach, they slowly dropped down. Without anything supporting his weight, a chill ran down his spine.

"Agh, and we were so close, too~" Joker commented laxly. "That's the end of that. My Balloon Gum's in a pocket underneath my wingsuit..."

"Whaaaat!? Please, that's not funny!" Hachi exclaimed. He promptly pulled one of his ninja tools, a grappling hook, out of his pocket and tossed it up. The hook caught on the rooftop fence with a clank and the two of them stopped in midair.

"Whoa! Thanks, Hachi!"

The two of them climbed up the rope and finally made it onto the rooftop.

"What was that about!? You said to pull the cord on the count of one-two-three! What was 'one-two-and' supposed to be!? You didn't tell me there would be an 'and'!"

"Ha ha ha, it just looked like the timing wouldn't match up. But we had a pretty exciting experience thanks to that, don't you think?"

"That was an experience I didn't need to have!" Hachi exclaimed, squirming. It was important to do all sorts of things and gain experience. But there were some things that he really didn't need to experience. Hachi was sure of that now.

The duo ran silently over the empty rooftop and crouched down close to the entrance. Since Riviera HQ was home to the secret recipe, security was always strict. It didn't even overlook anyone coming from the sky. Flying in slowly would take too much time and was more likely to trigger the defense system. That was why Joker had opted for this method to get in rather than using Balloon Gum.

"Though it's strange that there aren't any security guards on the roof."

"Yeah, it might be a trap to lure us in. Sounds like fun. I'll take the bait."

Joker unlocked the door, entered, and quietly stepped into a dark stairwell. He took a look at the map on his phone and pulled up the route info. "The recipe is in the safe on the top level. Usually nobody goes on this floor. There are three obstacles standing between us and the safe."

"Three obstacles?"

Joker approached the door to the top floor. "The president of this company is a bit eccentric. The defense system's set up so that the safe won't open unless you solve three puzzles. If you can figure out the answer, then you can move on."

"Puzzles?"

"Yeah. So the obstacles are like a test for anyone who wants to open the safe," Joker said, and opened the door leading into the top floor. A long, dim corridor lay ahead. Joker and Hachi put on goggles that let them see infrared sensors and wriggled their way along. Soon enough, they reached a large door.

"All right, this is the first obstacle." Joker turned his gaze up to where a huge sign with a puzzle written on it was hanging on the door.

 [Question]

8            1            6

1            5            9

8            3            4

"Enter the number equal to the eight."

 There was a numerical keypad underneath the sign. They were probably supposed to input the correct number with it.

"So this is the puzzle..." Hachi looked at the numbers and tilted his head. "I wonder why these numbers are in such a random order? And it says 'equal to the eight', but there are nine numbers in all, so I don't get what it means by 'equal to'."

"You don't? The numbers aren't exactly random, either." Joker looked at the numbers and smiled a little.

"Joker-san, you figured it out already?"

"Of course I did."

 What does "equal to the eight" mean? Let's all think about it with Hachi!

Hint: Try adding the nine numbers up horizontally, vertically, and diagonally!

The correct answer is coming right up!

 "Hmm~ I don't get it at all!" Hachi put up his hands in resignation. He had given up.

"Yeesh, fine. This number arrangement is called a 'magic square'."

"A magic square?"

"Look closer. If you add up the three numbers in a horizontal, vertical, or diagonal line, they all come to the same sum."

"Huh? They do?" Hachi looked up and tried adding up the lines. 6+7+2=15, 8+1+6=15, 6+5+4=15... whichever direction he added them up in, they always came to the same total. "You're right! That's weird!"

"This magic square has 3 horizontals, 3 verticals, and 2 diagonals, which makes for 8 sums in all, right? Since they're all the same number..."

"Oh, I get it! 'Equal to the eight' is asking for the sum of the numbers, which is 15!"

"Right on!" Joker punched "15" into the keypad. The door unlocked with a clang. "Okay, let's go deeper in!"

Once they went through, the door closed behind them, and they came before the next door. There was another puzzle on this one. This was the second obstacle. The following was written on the sign.

 [Question]

Assume:

0 > 2

2 > 5

5 > 0

Given {2, 5, 5}, which one wins?

 Just like before, there was a numerical keypad underneath the sign.

"I don't get this one at all either..."

"It doesn't look like these arrow-like marks are supposed to mean that the left number is bigger. If they did, the first two expressions wouldn't be possible."

"That's true..."

"It asks 'which one wins', so maybe this mark just means that the number on the left is 'stronger'."

"Can a number be 'strong'?"

"Maybe these aren't numbers in the first place. Maybe they represent something else." Realizing something, Joker stroked his chin.

 Which one wins? Let's all think about it with Hachi!

Hint: Try counting on your fingers and see what it looks like.

The correct answer is coming right up!

 Hachi folded his arms, tilted his head, and stared at the question. It looked like he still didn't have a clue, so Joker gave him a friendly suggestion.

"Hachi, if you don't know, try counting on your fingers."

"On my fingers?"

"Yeah. Use your fingers to visualize the numbers. Try doing it with both hands, starting with the first expression."

After being told this, Hachi tried counting with his fingers. For 0, he balled up his fist into a rock-like shape, and for 2, he stuck out two fingers, forming scissors.

Wait. Rock... and scissors...?

"AAAAAAAH!" Hachi exclaimed. "I've got it, Joker-san! These numbers represent rock-paper-scissors!"

"Exactly. Now you know." Joker flashed a scissors sign.

"Yes! The numbers are the number of fingers sticking out. So 0 is rock, 2 is scissors, and 5 is paper."

"That's right. 0 wins against 2 because rock beats scissors. Likewise, when you have 3 against 5 — scissors and paper — scissors wins. And lastly, when you have 5 and 0..."

"5, which is paper, wins!"

"You see? Which brings us to the question written below. When you have 2 and 5 and 5..."

"It's scissors against paper and paper, so scissors wins! Which means 2 is the right answer!"

"Right on!" Joker said and punched "2" into the keypad. The door slowly opened. At the end of the hallway, they saw a massive door.

"Oh, that must be where the safe for the recipe is!"

"Yep. In order to get there, we'll have to clear the final obstacle."

The door leading to the safe was stout and didn't look like it could be broken through easily. This one, like the others, had a sign hanging from it with one last puzzle.

 [Question]

5            2            2            2

0            5            0            5

0            2            2            2

0            5            0            5

Push the button for the number that doesn't lose.

 Unlike the previous ones, there were buttons on the sign itself this time. This meant that one of the above numbers was correct, and when it was pressed, the door would open.

Hachi took a look at the numbers and tilted his head yet again. "Is this... rock-paper-scissors again?"

"Yep. It's only 0 and 2 and 5, just like before, so we can probably assume that's the case..."

"But I don't really understand this arrangement or what 'doesn't lose' means..."

"Hmm, maybe it's like the magic square we first encountered...?" Joker studied the numbers closely and brainstormed.

 Exactly which number is the one that "doesn't lose"?

Think about it in terms of both the "magic square" and "rock-paper-scissors" you saw before! Hint: you don't have to add up the numbers this time. Just think about it horizontally, vertically, and diagonally!

The correct answer is in the next chapter!

While Joker and Hachi were racking their brains over puzzles, Queen, Roko, and Purple were having tea at a late-night cafe. The train had arrived in town without further incident and they had the secret file in hand. Purple had some spare time before she had to turn the file over to an ally, so now she was going to talk about Noir over tea.

The three sat facing each other in the back corner of a small cafe. Purple leisurely began to speak. "Silver and Noir are complete opposites."

"Opposites?" Queen asked, taking a sip of her honey latte.

"You already know that Silver is a man as lively and bright as the sun. Everyone takes a liking to him. His roguish personality just captivates people. He has luck and natural ability. All of this made him an extremely talented spy. On the other hand, while Noir is also talented, he has to put in effort. He gathers all the intel he can before a mission, analyzes it with a cool head, and executes his plans without a single hitch. Noir goes in thoroughly prepared — that's his style. Noir stayed active even after Silver quit being a spy, and some people even call him the 'legendary spy' now..." Purple dunked a cookie in her black coffee and munched it. "But Noir has a grudge against Silver."

"Huh? Why?" Queen asked, confused. If they had gotten along as spies, there was no reason for him to hate the phantom thief Silver Heart.

"Well. Once Silver became a phantom thief, he started to get a lot flashier. He had always been a daredevil with an affinity for showing off. As ostentatious as his capers were, there were more than a few occasions where he failed spectacularly. Noir got tangled up in those spectacles quite often."

"Noir was involved with Grandpa's work?"

"It'd be more accurate to say that Silver always barged in when Noir was on covert infiltration missions and made a mess of everything."

"What...?" Queen and Roko's faces clouded over.

"The success of our spy operations hinges most of all on not being spotted. We infiltrate without alerting the enemy, do our work, and leave without attracting attention. The longer it takes them to notice that they've been breached, the more likely it is that the operation will be a success. In that sense, as soon as there's any uproar, the operation is a failure."

"Sounds like unforgiving work..."

"I can see why a spy wouldn't want their presence to be known, though," nodded Roko understandingly.

"Right. That's why Noir carries out his missions in secret, never letting anyone know he's there. But Silver Heart was completely different."

"Ah..." Queen realized something. "I get it. A phantom thief sneaks in, but not without anyone's knowledge. They send advance notice."

"Precisely. Phantom thieves boldly proclaim that they're breaking in, reveal themselves when everybody's looking, and steal the treasure dramatically while they're all in shock. Isn't that what Silver always says? He was always a showoff, so that suits him," said Purple. She exhaled and gave a shrug. "Besides, Silver tended to go after the treasure of money-grubbing crooks. Noir would receive a directive, plan everything down to the finest detail, and then once he got there, advance notice from Silver came in. What do you think would happen then?"

"The enemy would be on alert, and it'd make espionage that much harder..."

"That's exactly it. Silver was probably using the same network he had used as a spy to locate treasure. Silver threw a wrench in Noir's work on more occasions than he could count."

"That many times...?" Queen was surprised. Now she understood why Noir would be angry. But wouldn't Silver Heart have realized...? When she asked about it, Purple shook her head.

"...Unfortunately, Silver Heart is clueless about the whole thing. That's his greatest fault. Silver had no way of knowing that Noir was at work behind the scenes. Noir couldn't afford to have his mission be compromised, so he couldn't even say he was there. He had to give up, knowing that his mission had failed because of Silver..."

"So that's the story..." Now that she knew Noir's circumstances, Queen sympathized with him a little. Silver Heart's capers were indeed grandiose affairs and would definitely have interfered with any espionage going on. And since the man himself was completely oblivious and stole without a care in the world, she could understand why that behavior would incur wrath.

"I feel sorry for Noir..." Queen murmured. Purple snorted.

"Well, if you ask me, Noir's at fault too. Of course it'd annoy me to have someone get in the way of my job. But a real spy works around it. If a phantom thief appears and you take advantage of the confusion to accomplish your goals, you might be able to have an easier time of it. He could have even set it up to make his deeds look like Silver's handiwork. Noir just didn't exert himself."

"Oh, I see..."

"You've got high standards, Purple-san."

The pair voiced their respect for her.

"Oh, also, Grandpa is going after a treasure called the Lachla Crown. Apparently it's something he and Noir were looking for back when he was a spy..."

"The Lachla Crown? That explains it. You could say it ties Silver and Noir together."

"What do you mean?"

"Silver fell asleep, and because of that, the two of them weren't able to locate the hidden treasure. I remember Noir was really infuriated about it."

"Then when Noir learned that Grandpa was going after the Lachla Crown..."

"He quit being a spy and took matters into his own hands, it seems..."

"Huh? Noir quit his job?"

"Yes, just recently."

"Oh..." Queen pondered this. If Silver Heart targeting the Lachla Crown really had prompted him to quit being a spy...

Making up her mind, Queen stood up. Purple spoke to her.

"You're going? In that case..." Purple handed her a slip of paper. "Noir has been frequenting this place since he quit his job. I already looked into it."

"Thank you, Grandma." Queen took the note with gratitude.

"Don't mention it. Anyway, Queen, you were quite sensible back there. Would you be interested in doing some spy training under me?"

Then Queen answered with a little smile. "Thank you. It's not a bad offer, but I'll never be cold-blooded enough to be a spy."

"Ha ha ha, you really are Silver's disciple. And you're headstrong to boot. Just like me when I was younger."

Roko paled for a moment at this, but Purple gave a wink and smiled.

"Hee hee, thank you. Until next time, Purple-san!" Queen said. Then she and Roko ran off like the wind.

Several hours after their conversation...

Silver Heart was at a chic open-terrace cafe in Paris. The aroma of his espresso lifted his spirits. He took a hand mirror out of his pocket and fixed his appearance.

"Heheh. Hello, good-looking..." He couldn't stop grinning. Silver Heart was about to meet up with Her Majesty, the Queen of the Kingdom of Pandora for a date. She was busy with her official duties, but had a sliver of time available. The two of them had planned to take that opportunity to go on an incognito date. Her Majesty was going to escape the castle using Balloon Gum that Silver Heart had given her.

Just the words "incognito date" made Silver Heart giddy. "Heh heh heh, just like in Roman Holiday." Dropping the title of a vintage film in which a princess snuck out of her palace all alone and got to briefly enjoy the city of Rome, Silver Heart's already mellow expression melted entirely. If Queen saw how he looked now, she would probably slump down in disappointment.

But just then, his melted face hardened back up.

"..." Silver Heart's eyes were drawn to the coaster in front of him. He could see a small "N" written in the corner of the coaster.

This is... It was a familiar sign. It was how spies sent each other secret messages...

Silver Heart's mind flashed back to decades ago. He flipped over the coaster to see familiar letters that he had read often in the past.

 To my sworn enemy, Silver.

To have it out with you once and for all, I have crept out of the world of darkness.

I will steal your treasure.

 P.S. Your girlfriend isn't coming. She should be in the custody of the castle guards by now.

 "..."

Silver put the coaster down and took a breath. So Noir really does hate me... The sudden cancellation of his date with Her Majesty was a shock in and of itself, but not knowing the reason for this grudge left Silver feeling ill at ease.

What's the matter with him...? Silver Heart took another sip of his espresso, just as he heard a screeching voice come from the TV set up outside the cafe.

"This is your host, DJ Peacock! We've just received an advance notice from Phantom Thief Noir!"

"What...!?" Surprised, Silver Heart listened closely.

"I'll read Phantom Thief Noir's notice out loud. —Tonight, I'll steal the 'Lachla Crown' which Phantom Thief Silver Heart has targeted from the passenger ship Urban of the Sea. Phantom Thief Noir. —That's all! This is sure to be a heart-pounding and stimulating develop..."

Not even listening to the report till the end, Silver Heart got up. "..."

As Silver Heart faded into the bustle of Paris, he no longer had the same look in his eyes as when he was waiting for his date. His eyes were quietly ablaze, in a manner befitting the legendary phantom thief.

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Mirror of Darkness Show

This show has been screened at several events: ■ Twisted Wonderland pop-up shop in Animate (Aug 1 - Sept 6, 2020) ■ First Anniversary livestream on Abema TV (Mar 17, 2021) ■ Halloween 2021 virtual event on Cluster (Oct 18 - Nov 18, 2021)

I’ve translated the script below ↓

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Crowley: Allow me to welcome all of you who have gathered here to hear about this academy. I am the headmaster, Dire Crowley. I’m overjoyed to know that so many of you are interested in our Night Raven College. Heheh.

Now then, I will leave it to the first-years to attend to you all. Freshmen, please be very welcoming and professional with them. Alright, I will take my leave. Ah, I’m so busy, so busy!

Grim: Oi oi, the headmaster just left everything up to us and ran off somewhere.

Ace: Bleugh, I don’t wanna be here.

Deuce: C’mon, Ace. Some of these people might be new students next year. Pull yourself together!

If we get to have juniors... then we’ll finally be considered upperclassmen!

Ace: Now that you mention it... if you had a junior, then you could force them to take care of flamingo feeding duty for you! That’d be a win!

...That’s what you were imagining, right?

Deuce: Ah! Don’t act like I’m you.

Grim: But... they wouldn’t be in Heartslabyul with you guys unless the Mirror of Darkness picked it for them, right?

We’d always welcome anyone to Ramshackle! Hehe! If I get more henchmen, I could push them around everyday and make them bring me all the tuna cans I want!

Jack: Hey, Grim. You’re telling everyone too much of your internal thoughts. This is a job the Headmaster entrusted us with, so let’s do it right.

Ace: There it is—Jack’s always-on-task voice.

But anyway, you guys. The looks on your faces all scream “I don’t know anything!” but... don’t tell me—not just about Night Raven College obviously, but you don’t know about the Great Seven either?! Oi oi, I’m getting déjà vu here!

Grim: These guys are just like my henchman—they need you to walk them through everything.

Ace: Whaaat, but I’m too lazy to give the same explanation again. So anyway, Epel! You can take it from here!

Epel: Huh?! M... Er, me? I’d like to help, but... I don’t know if I’d be able to explain it right.... um... ¹

Jack: He’s stumbling right from the start... Alright, guess I’ll do it.

Night Raven College is a mage-training boarding school. There are seven dorms here based off the Great Seven, a group of powerful figures who once existed in the past. Whichever dorm you’re put in is determined by the Mirror of Darkness at the time you enroll. They say it’s chosen based on the essence of your soul.

Epel: Thank you, Jack. I’m sure all of you here must look up to the Great Seven too, and are hoping you’ll be able to get into Night Raven College as well.

Ace: Hello—? Wait, did they all fall asleep?

Sebek: What?? Oi, all of you! WAKE UP!!

Jack: Agh! Sebek! Don’t start yelling without warning us first!

Deuce: Both of you are being too loud! Everyone, I’m sorry if that startled you. Is it alright if I continue?

I’ll explain about the dorms and the Great Seven.

Heartslabyul is the dorm Ace and I are in, which is said to be founded on the severity of the Queen of Hearts. Everyone here lives by the law of the Queen of Hearts. Dorm Leader Rosehearts is very strict about the rules, but he and others like Clover and Diamond are all respectable people.

Ace: “Respectable,” huh? Deuce, that’s such a basic way to put it.

Everyone! If you end up in the same dorm as us, you better be careful. Our scaaary dorm leader will give you hell if you break even just one rule!

God, don’t you think things would’ve been better if they hadn’t kept in that aspect of the Queen of Hearts?

Epel: Um... The Queen of Hearts was also an amazing woman who reigned over a kingdom that was chaotic by law.

Grim: And so, anyone who broke those laws was said to have been put on trial and exiled from the country.

Jack: I’m part of Savanaclaw, which models the indomitable spirit of the King of Beasts. There are many students here, including Leona and Ruggie, who excel in athletics.

Which is why... I wanted so badly to have a serious fight at the Magift Tournament.

Deuce: I know exactly what that feels like!

The King of Beasts used his wit and magic power to climb his way to the top. A MAN AMONG MEN! Doesn’t he just amaze you?!

Epel: Yeah, he’s so manly and cool... isn’t he?

Grim: But ya know, the dorm leader Leona is just a do-nothing who sleeps all day.

Ace: You say that, but you never know—someday he might just knock you dead with a POW!

Next up is the dorm founded on the mercy of the Sea Witch, Octavinelle.

Jack: Octavinelle is a group of intellectuals who are always getting the highest scores on written exams. Along with the dorm leader Azul Ashengrotto, it’s full of really clever students. They also run a café called the Mostro Lounge.

Deuce: The Sea Witch lived in a grotto deep under the sea, and granting the wishes of pitiful merfolk was something she lived for.

Ace: The price was a little bit expensive, but just for that you could get anything you could ever wish for!

Epel: After that... we have Scarabia, the dorm founded in the tactical spirit of the Sorcerer of the Desert Kingdom. I hear there’s a lot of students here who are good at Astrology and Ancient Curses. The current dorm leader is Kalim Al-Asim!

Jack: The Sorcerer of the Desert Kingdom was someone who excelled at anticipating the future, often gave advice to the king, and acted as a support for the entire kingdom. That “tactical spirit” of his has definitely been passed down through this dorm, hasn’t it?

Grim: So what you mean is, they’re really smart?

Deuce: Yeah. And the people here also use their own power to strengthen themselves! You could say they climbed their way to the top too!

Ace: I could never put in so much effort and motivation just to get good at something.

M’kay, next! This is the one Epel’s part of—Pomefiore! It kinda has a sparkly, really aesthetic vibe to it.

Epel: Pomefiore models the heavy efforts of the Fairest Queen. They say the Queen was the fairest in all the land, and that she spared no effort to preserve her beauty.

I wonder if that’s why... the dorm leader Vil is so strict with both himself and all the students here.

Jack: The Queen was also supposed to have been a master at making poisons. And it’s true that a lot of the students at Pomefiore excel at potion-making too.

Grim: Next, we’ve got that guy Idia’s... Hngyi... Hngyahyde Dorm.

Ace: I-G-N-I-H-Y-D-E! Try to remember it right!!

Grim: Yeah, that! The dorm leader Idia is so rude; he’s always trying to pet my fur like I’m a cat! Me, the almighty Grim who’s going to become a powerful mage someday!

Epel: Huh...? You’re not a cat...?

Ace: Ignihyde was founded on the diligence of the Lord of the Underworld! Cater told me that a lot of the guys here are strong in magic energy engineering and digital gaming, but their lifestyles tend to be real quiet.

Jack: The Lord of the Underworld ruled over a kingdom of writhing spirits by himself. He never once neglected his job, even though anyone else would fear it. He was very dedicated and earnest, and worked without taking breaks.

Deuce: One, two, three, four, five, six... We’re at six now, so there’s only one left, right?

Ace: Last is Diasom—

Sebek: With Lord Malleus working as its dorm leader, this is Diasomnia!

Ace: BLEHJG!

Epel: Ah...

Ace: You know cutting in yelling like that scares everyone, right?!!

Anyway, you’ve been gone this whole time... Where’d you run off to?

Sebek: Yes, I was receiving a lecture about gargoyles from the Young Master.

Grim: Gar.... ghnghyle? Do those taste good?

Ace: I don’t really know what that means, but I’ll let you introduce Diasomnia ‘cause it’s too much of a hassle for me.

Sebek: Of course. This is far out of your depth anyway.

Ahem. Are you ready? HUMANS! Diasomnia, the dorm I’m part of, is founded on the nobility of the Fairy of Thorns. The current dorm leader is Lord Malleus Draconia! He is a descendant of the faeries, and ranks as one of the top five... No, the strongest magic-wielder in the world! He was born in the Valley of Thorns, his birthday is January 18th, he’s 202 cm tall, he’s part of the Gargoyle Research Society, both of his eyes are—

Ace: This isn’t a introduction on the dorm anymore; you’re just talking about the leader!!

Sebek: Hm? This is the dorm that Lord Malleus runs, so what’s so strange about talking about him?

Ace: This is obnoxious... 

Deuce: He won’t listen no matter what you say, huh?

Grim: Right?

Epel: I feel like the students of Diasomnia can wield magic much better than the other dorms can.

Sebek: That is correct. The Fairy of Thorns, who lived on the Mystical Mountain², could cast magic that was extremely powerful even among the Great Seven. It’s clear that Lord Malleus is the most suited for running this dorm, isn’t it?

Epel: ...And that concludes our explanation. Everyone, thank you for listening all the way through.

Jack: Every dorm has its own set of quirks, but in the end, the one you join depends on the Mirror of Darkness. You shouldn’t worry too much about it.

Deuce: Jack’s right. No matter what dorm you get assigned to, let’s all do our best together to become powerful mages!

Ace: What’s with this beautiful ending you’re leaving off with? Well, I’m not complaining, getting some cute little freshmen around doesn’t sound too bad.

Let’s go to the next Unbirthday Party together!

Sebek: This orientation is not over until you return home safely. If anything happens, we’re the ones that will be held responsible. Do you hear that, humans? Be on your guard as you make your way back.

Grim: Next time you stop by, make sure ya don’t forget my tuna cans!

1. Epel: M... Er, me?

I wasn’t able to convey this correctly, but Epel starts off by using the pronoun “Ore” (a rougher version of “me”) and then pauses to correct himself to “Boku” (which is a bit softer).

2. Mystical Mountain

It’s called the “Forbidden Mountain” in the EN dub, but the term engraved on Maleficent’s statue on Main Street is “Mystical Mountain.”

[batarella]

I Don’t Hate You - Part 9 *EDITED* (Jason Todd x Reader)

one more part until the MID-SERIES FINALE. After Part 10, I’ll be taking a break from this series and post a few SMUTTY ONE SHOTS HEHE THEN  I’ll continue the I Don’t Hate You series with Part 11 onwards. 

(edited): ALRIGHT SO This started out as one of the chapters I wasn’t too happy with. Other than the massive amount of grammatical errors, I felt like it missed out on the climactic event which was supposed to be their last day at the library. So I added about 2000 words in the first part and fixed (most) of my other mistakes. Now I’m extremely happy with this. To all IDHY fans, I hope you’ll like this (thank you @knightfall05x​ for proofreading this for me you’re the best)

(the above GIF is the jade west scene I used in this part which I didn’t get to add to the VIDEO EDIT)

WORDS: 6725 WARNINGS: fluffy first date between two idiots 

Masterlist

I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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At times, when familiarity does come with the idea of comfort, the moment it’s stripped away, it becomes difficult to part with. And it may have been repulsive at the first glance, something you never would have thought you’d grow fond of. But the rustic smell of old books, the dust that stuck to your fingers against the covers, that one wheel of your cart that squeaks a lot, those were things you’ve grown familiar with, grown fond of.

You were certain that at the end of that day, when you step out of the library as its assistant no longer, that you’d miss every single one of those little things. Work wasn’t work any longer. It became a pastime. A wonderful pastime.

But even then, you knew the one thing you’d miss more than anything else was having a reason to see your cute jackass of a co-worker.

The shelves were quite easy to hide behind. When you stood by them, it was as good as hiding by a solid brick wall if no one looked your way. But if you peer enough into the spaces between the book’s spines, you’d be able to spy on the other side without being detected. You took advantage of that. You hid yourself, but peaked into all the spaces you could find without making too much noise. On your toes, you tried your sorry best, swerving to the side when you saw his back and stifling a laugh when you caught his eye before disappearing again.

It was the only reason Ms. Peterson hadn’t noticed. Somehow, Jason was really good at being stealthy.

“Where are you?” you whispered to yourself. You were taking a risk walking into an aisle with your back unguarded. Though you swore you saw him by the poetry section.

A whistle. All the way over to the back. Shit.

You hastily turned around, yet still you couldn’t see him.

Then there was a jab to your side. You jolted up and screamed, immediately leaping to where you felt the winds shift.

Jason ran right past you and went for the shelves once more. He was laughing, and more so was his voice loud enough for Ms. Peterson to notice when you were running behind him, considerably slower, and because of that you lost him once again.

There was movement by the romance novels. Crouching over, you quietly made your way over to the back. Then as you did, you caught sight of where he was really hiding. At the shelf right in front of it where he thought you wouldn’t see him. Smiling to yourself, you went to the other side.

And when you were almost facing his back, you sprinted and tugged on his jacket. “FUCK. You little shi-“

Giggling as you ran, you knew you couldn’t stand a chance. He chased you around the aisles, through the shelves and the tables where Ms. P couldn’t see you. Your laughter was getting much too difficult to hold back. You stood with your defenses up by a shelf, with him guarding your way. Over to the left. Then to the right. His eyes were on you, laughing just as hard, then when you ran for the back, he went straight for you.

But you’d disappeared as you went around the corner.

Toppling a book to the ground, Jason went straight for the noise. But his senses were all over the place. You could barely make a step onto the carpet without it being too noticeable. So you went for the tables. The ones out of Ms. Petersons’ sight.

You could see his feet move from under the table and you felt no less than a small child playing hide and seek. Which basically was what you were playing. Jason was walking around, all around the shelf. You could hear his murmurs and his occasional calling out of your name. He couldn’t have seen you.

Smiling to yourself as he once again went into the sciences section, you stayed under that table for a few minutes, and you felt confident until no longer could you see his feet.

Crawling further down, you placed your head near the ground and looked for any movement. Nothing. He wasn’t where he used to be-

“This is a terrible place to hide-“

You jumped at the voice whispering into your ear. And before you could scream and run away, Jason had already pulled you down on the ground, grabbing you around your shoulders. His touches made you laugh out of your wits. And you tried holding them back just to not make so much noise. “ASSHOLE-“

“CAUGHT YOU!”

He started wrestling you to the ground, and the worse you kept laughing, the more so was it difficult to not smile his face off and laugh along with you. Under the table, on the floor, he almost pinned you to the ground, then the dickhead started gripping you into a headlock and rubbing his knuckles onto the top of your head.

“JAY. JAY. NO.”

“YOU ADMIT YOU'RE A LOSER?”

“STOP IT.” You grabbed his wrists but he was much too strong. His back was on the ground, with you on top, then you were rolling around trying to make him stop giving you the worst knuggies you’ve had in your life.

“JAY, STOP IT. YOU WANT ME TO BITE YOU!?”

“FUCKING TRY-“

“I WILL CALL THE POLICE-“

“RESISTING MAKES IT WORSE!!”

He was laughing so hard and by then your hair was an absolute mess, your clothes all dirtied from rolling around the floor.

“YOU HAVE SHARP KNUCKLES!!!”

“STOP RESISTING!”

You stuck your palm right up against his face, and he snorted, prying his hands away from you, but as you crawled out, Jason grabbed you by the ankle and started wrestling you down again. “JASON!”

Finally, with you panting and your cheeks hurting so much from the smiling you were doing, you managed to lay down right on top of him and pin him down with his arms. And if you didn’t know better, you would have missed how he was purposefully losing against your much weaker grips and the wide grin he had as you did, holding him down.

“I win,” you said.

“You sure did.”

Jason smiled through his teeth. When his eyes were too wide set, his pupils visibly dilated at the sight of you, your face grew hot and you slid off of him.

And just like that, he pinched you in the cheek and ran off into the shelves. Cursing the worst of profanities, you pulled yourself up from under the table so you could go right after him. When you were back to running around, hiding by the shelves, taking turns in chasing each other until the sky grew dimmer.

His laughter certainly was the best thing you’ve ever heard.

Hiding behind a corner with your head sweating like a leaking tub, you saw him slowly walking around, thinking you couldn’t see him. Or maybe he did. And this was his way of trapping you again. But you wanted to run to him now. You’ve been at this for the past hour.

So as you snuck out of the corner, you rushed to his back, grabbed his shirt, and stuck to him like that with Jason trying his best to turn around and catch you. But you gripped onto the fabric for dear life and stuck your chin to his back.

“REAL MATURE!” He screamed.

“OH, ‘CUZ YOU'RE SUCH AN ADULT-“

The asshole, not being able to catch you no matter how much he tried to catch you off guard, reached over to his back and grabbed your arm, but you swerved around.

Then he started backing up, with you having no choice but to go along with him.

“JAY, WHAT ARE YOU-FUCK!”

He’d backed away against the wall and was pushing against you so harshly the shelf was imprinting itself against your back. He was laughing like a madman, and you were screaming into his ear.

“GET OFF!”

“YOU STARTED  IT!”

“JAY-“

“SURRENDER NOW!!!”

“NEVER!”

“THEN I GUESS I’LL HAVE TO STAY HERE-“

And you did what he never would have expected, though it didn’t surprise him even a little. You bit his shoulder.

“AGH!”

You pushed him off and ran for your life, but he was merely just a foot away from you. He grabbed your hand, pulled you, then you were by the corner hiding from him and he’d caught you there too. You never laughed so loudly until finally, he’d grabbed you from behind, arms locking you down so you couldn’t even thrash about. He pressed his chest against your back and kept laughing into your ear.

“NO, NOT AGAIN!”

You struggled off him, panting, sweating, and you were so out of breath but so high up in a bliss that you didn’t even want to move away from his arms. When you stopped, stood on your feet, trying your best to catch your breath, Jason spun you around and you tried worming your way out. But his hands were on your hands, holding them tight, letting the warmth go through his palms and onto your skin.

You were still smiling, and so was he, but no longer were they desperate laughs or screams. His smile was sincere, sweet, and more so was it that when you locked eyes and your breaths started to wear down. Jason kept holding your hands and pressed his forehead against yours.

“YOU TWO SLIMEBALLS. QUIT YOUR PLAYING AND DO YOUR JOB!!! YOU AIN’T FREE UNTIL 4:30!”

Like the life was sucked out of him.

Jason groaned and reluctantly loosened his hold around you. You were groaning, too. But your smiles still hadn’t worn off when his hand tightly lingered around yours before eventually pulling away when you walked over to Ms. Peterson’s desk.

The old woman had knife-like glares on you when you and Jason grabbed the cart of books, wheeled it over to the side, and you started pushing your tongue out at her when she wasn’t looking but Jason pulled you away.

Jason pushed on the cart, helped you with the books on the shelf, making you laugh and feel so lighthearted you swore you’ve never felt so much in a high.

“Nice to hear you aren’t complaining,” Jason said.

“It’s our last day. I’ll enjoy it while I can.”

“So you enjoyed it, did you?”

Rolling your eyes, you shelved a book. “You gonna help me or what?”

“Nah,” he placed his arms on the cart handle and put his chin on top, staring at you. “I’m good here.”

And he didn’t stop staring at you. Not even as you tried to ignore it for the sake of the redness in your cheeks, the tension still up in the air. You hadn’t kissed him yet since that night. You’ve done other things, like hold hands and hug and tease each other endlessly and basically spend every free minute there was with each other.

But he hasn’t made another move. It had been this way for quite some time. It was lovely, this point in your relationship. Could you call it a relationship?  But you weren’t sure how to move forward. Or where to move forward. He hasn’t even asked you out yet.

“My turn to push,” you said. “And you arrange the books.”

Smiling his teeth off, he offered the cart to you. He shelved the books, glancing back at you knowing you were teasing him by doing the exact same amount of staring as he did. And you made sure you were so noticeable just to rile him up and get him to blush.

When he almost emptied the cart, and when you pushed it to the last shelf­-the last shelf-your heart skipped three beats when the warmth of his chest started pressing itself against your back, arms around you, holding the cart and pushing it along with you. You kept walking, but merely biting your lips just to keep them from curving up too much had grown too difficult for you to do.

You glanced over your shoulder and suddenly you felt his nose against your cheek. And it was a miracle you were still alive at the rate your heart was going. Your bones were about to break, but it was that wonderful gooey madness that sent your mind miles up into the clouds.

Even when you reached the shelf, he didn’t move.

Then your breath hitched when you felt his nose against your shoulder.

“You gonna shelf those or what?”

Jason laughed. The deepest, breathless laugh that clenched every muscle in your body. He wasn’t holding your hands but you could feel his thumbs feeling your skin, ever so slightly brushing them against you. He was so close to you. So burning and even scorching with him pressed to your back like that. You could easily cut the tension between you two with just your fingernail.

“Jason…”

“You shelf it.”

“I can't.”

“Yes you can.”

“No, you’re blocking the way.”

“You want me to move?”

Looking back over your shoulder to scoff, only to freeze when his mouth slightly touched your cheek for the briefest, yet most wonderful moment, you sighed.

“Yes.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I’m asking you to move.”

“You didn’t ask me to move.”

“I said yes to your question.”

“Then say you want me to move.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, I’ll arrange them.”

“How wi-“

You bent over with him still against your back, just for the shortest second to grab the last few books, then you stood back up and placed them onto the shelf not caring if they were arranged.

Then you turned around, just so you could have a good look of his flustered skin and uneasy breath. Shaking his head, he kept you caged in his arms and leaned down just to narrowly hover over your face.

“Are you gonna let me out or do I have to force myself out?”

“You threatening me, Y/LN?”

“I just might be, Todd.”

“Mmm,” he groaned, and it made every nerve in you shiver.

Then his face was nearer, nearer, closer until your noses touched but not your lips. You fluttered your eyes close, relaxing every muscle on your body including your mouth. He brushed your noses together so delicately and sweet that you couldn’t even bring yourself to smile when every part of you just wanted to enjoy and take all of him in. His breath. His bright blue eyes. The way they were looking at you with his pupils so clearly dilating again.

When he tried leaning down to kiss you, you swerved away just to keep that teasing alive. You were having way too much fun.

“Y/N…”

But you quirked up a brow, swerving away again when he pulled you once more. Groaning when you leaned your head back, he pushed his tongue to the side of his gums.

Then you were once again grabbed into a headlock by his incredibly strong arms, knuckles on your scalp, rubbing them so you were screaming out for help. You thrashed about, but he kept you in his hold. Eventually you were wrestling so much that you ended up on the floor, rolling. He pulled you until his back was leaning against the shelves and you were laying your head on his lap with his one arm still holding you down.

“PLEASE STOP. PLEASE STOP!!!” You yelped.

“NO!”

“JAY, COME ON!!!”

“NO!!!”

You managed to grab one of his hands, pulling it away, but he only rolled you over. Finally you shrugged yourself off him and blew the strands of hair up your forehead.

“That never gets old.”

“Shut up, now I look like a mess.”

You were sitting cross legged right in front of him. Jason laid his head against the shelf, watching you comb it with your fingers. You glared at him, but when you caught his eyes for more than three seconds you were smiling off your face.

Jason reached over to mess up your hair again, and you held him by the wrists so desperately trying to hold him off. Your laughs were silent, playfully cursing at each other, but you were on the floor playing all the way until the last, final minutes of your detention sentence had finally come to a close.

Still trying to hold his hands away, he settled when you both heard Ms. Peterson clean up her desk. It was 5 pm. You spent too much time.

You couldn’t believe this was over. This. Jason in the library. Jason with the books. Jason having a reason to be with you all the time.

Calming down, you inched yourself closer to him. He looked so relaxed and heavenly watching you like you were the ocean so calm.

You didn’t know if you should be asking him. But you really wanted to. It could be a step. A small step. But a step nonetheless.

“Hey uhm,” you looked down at his shirt, of which you were playing the hem with your fingers. “Do you have to go home early tonight?”

“Not really,” he smiled. “I’m taking you home.”

“That’s the thing. See, I have this thing at the gym in five minutes. Rehearsals for tomorrow’s dance. Well, not rehearsals since I haven’t even picked a song. But they asked me to come over and test the mic…”

You stopped for a moment when he reached for your hair to hook it behind your ear.

“Would you wanna come?

He didn’t even flinch. “Sure.”

“Only if you don’t have any other plans… It won't take long though.”

“I’m alright. I’ll go with you anywhere.”

Biting both your lips, you hadn’t realized how amused you looked just staring at the ground.

“This is our last day here…”

You looked around at the books, at the walls, at the ceiling and windows.

It worried you when you thought of this day coming. That somehow your time with Jason would end along with your time in the library.

But no longer was that the case when he held your hand so tightly, watched your face move the way no one ever has ever cared about the littlest details on your face.

Thank you, you told the library.

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The decorations in the gym were already halfway done, with snowflakes falling from the ceiling and some silver carpet to make the floor look like an ice rink. A stand was at the middle, which meant an ice sculpture was probably going to be fixed on top of it. Jason watched you take a snowflake in your hand.

“This is made out of construction paper and glitter,” you groaned in disgust.

“You two!” A short man with glasses and a clipboard went over to you. “You can start by blowing those boxes of balloons over there, then help with sticking them to the center of the stage.”

He pointed to a box which sat on the lowest seat on the bleachers.

“We’re not here to help-“

The man held his hips. “Oh¸ so you guys are just gonna stand there and watch us work?”

“I’m here for rehearsals.”

“And we don’t want any useless pricks lounging around while we work. The sound guys won't be here for another hour. Either you get out or help everyone else.”

“Listen here, you little Gollum shi-“

“We’ll help,” Jason soothed your back.

“Good.” He waved for you to the balloons again. “Help yourself.”

Jason walked you towards it and placed his hand on your back again.

“Jason-“

“Come on,” he squeezed your shoulder. “This is fine.”

“I don’t want to be here-“

“These are balloons. If anything, we’ll just sneak out.”

“Yeah. ‘Cuz that always brought us good before-“

“It won't be that bad.”

“We just finished a ten-week sentence and now you still wanna work?”

“It’s not work if you don’t think it’s work.”

“I didn’t even want to come here. Those assholes at the committee told me to come over and I swear I was about to shove their heads in a-”

“What if I told you I just want to spend more time with the girl I like?” He smiled. “Would you stay?”

You squirmed.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d be giggling beneath your breath. But you weren’t about to giggle. Not for another lightyear. Instead, you just gave in.

Biting back that giggling couldn;t stop the embarrassing grin from resurfacing.

“Fine.”

You and Jason sat beside each other on the seats, opened the box and took two air pumps that were inside it.

Jason took a balloon and blew air into it in four strong pumps. “This is easy enough.”

“Give me. I’ll tie it together.”

He gave you the balloon and you tied the end of it in a tight knot. “This is like when we did that damage check with the books.”

“Yeah,” you took another inflated balloon from him. “I say we make a great team.”

“We do,” Jason said and winked at you. You rolled your eyes and looked away so he wouldn’t see your face.

“What are you gonna sing tomorrow?”

“I don’t know.” Your eyes kept on Jason with the pump. The veins on his arms showed each time he flexed. “I’ll have to look into some song choices tonight.”

“Are you nervous?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I’ve done it a couple times.”

“You know, I’m still mad at how I’m basically the last to know in this whole school.”

“You baby.”

“Oh, we calling each other that now?”

God, this dickhead was going to be the death of you.

Scoffing at him and pretending that didn’t make you flush, you tied a strong knot and threw a balloon at him. He chuckled and threw it back.

“Stop. Or you’ll end up blowing them up.”

You threw another balloon at him. “No.”

He smushed a balloon into your face. “You know you can't win against me with this.”

He inflated another one and handed it to you, and you snatched it away, lightly hitting the top of his head with it once you tied the knot. “Whatever.”

You felt him smile at you while you looked away. For thirty minutes, you kept with the balloons until you placed them all in a sack.

You were at the stage with a box full of thumbtacks as you and Jason stuck the balloons onto the wall. “I prefer handling books, honestly.”

“I know. But we’ve got to stop getting into trouble just to hang out.”

Jason smirked at you. “So you purposely did all this just to hang out with me, do you?”

“You’re insane.”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

You turned to your side. But Jason wasn’t there. Your back suddenly felt just a little bit heavier and something was tickling the back of your legs. You looked down behind you.

Three balloons were stuck to the hem of your jacket. Jason was right behind you, laughing.

“YOU ASS.” You ripped the balloons off. “I’m gonna kill you one of these days.”

“I’m gonna kill you one of these days,” Jason mimicked your voice with an annoyingly high-pitched tone. Snarling at him, he neared his face to you. “You wouldn’t,” he whispered.

“Yeah. I would.”

“Nah,” he stuck two balloons onto the walls. “You like me too much.”

“I hate you.”

“Do you?” He lightly touched your nose with a balloon. Rolling your eyes, you went back to work. After a while, you held on to the bottom of a ladder while Jason was working on the balloons at the top.

“I know you have plans on murdering me, but I appreciate it if you don’t let me fall off a ladder.”

“Eh,” you said. “Ladders aren’t exactly what I’d use to kill people.”

“Are you actually admitting to being a serial killer?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking down at you as he stuck a balloon to the top. “You definitely are.”

Ever so slightly, you shook the ladder in your hands. Jason froze and held onto the wall. “NOT FUNNY.”

You laughed. “Totally is.”

“Y/N!” you heard someone say all the way from the sound systems at the back. “Why don’t you start testing out the microphone!”

Looking down at you, Jason grinned.

“You’re performing tomorrow, right?”

You kept holding onto the ladder. “Yeah!” you screamed back.

“Awesome. Give us a bit of a rehearsal so we can adjust the monitor.”

Jason walked down the ladder, hands on his pockets and smiling as he watched you walk over to the front. The stage made the rest of the gym look dark, and you could barely see anyone’s faces that were looking straight at you. “Lookin’ great!”

You rolled your eyes.

“Can you hear me?” you spoke into the mic, but you couldn’t hear much of your voice. The sound guys gave you a thumbs up.

“I can't hear myself,” you said. “Maybe turn me up a little.”

You squinted when you suddenly heard some laughing. The guys at the sound controls cried back. “Sure! I’d love to turn you up a little, baby!”

Jason’s smile dropped immediately and he looked like he was about to go up to those guys and stick the microphone up their asses.

“You little-”

“Just turn my voice up BEFORE I LET YOU INHALE THOSE WIRES ALL THE WAY DOWN YOUR INTESTINES,” you screamed at everybody in the gym

Jason stopped his tracks, looked back at you all wide eyed. Then his chuckle could be heard through the mic. You weren’t laughing with him, though.

Everyone had grown silent, with you glaring at the sound guys shivering at you. “Turning you up! S-sorry!”

Jason did not at all look faltered. Didn’t even flinch when you screamed.

“Nice,” he said.

Then you started with your singing. You tested the microphone until you could hear your voice perfectly. You didn’t exactly sing a full song. You just did runs with your voice and a few verses. Then when you turned to Jason, who looked like he had hearts for eyes, you chortled. “Alright. That’s good,” you told the guys.

Walking away from the microphone, you faced him.

It was just the two of you on stage.

“I can't wait for tomorrow.”

You bit onto your lip. “You know I hate dances.”

“Yeah,” he said, stepping forward. “I can tell.”

You looked straight at him without looking away even as he met your gaze and returned your flushed expression.

How was it, that every time you faced him, and he was looking at you the way he was now, that everything else around you just seemed to disappear?

It didn’t matter what you did, or where you were. Any other noise there was and all the people around had ceased to exist. Even with the cheap décor, Jason made everything look beautiful.

“Listen.”

Jason’s eyes were at the ground. “I know that, uhm, we don’t exactly have to go to the library anymore to hang out. And I know we’ll probably just see each other in class and in the hallways anyway so it’s not to say we won't be able to hang out.”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

“But,” he gulped. “I mean. We don’t have to. Like. I can still see you after school. We can stay at the library and study-“

“Study?” This boy was an absolute nerd.

“Not study! But, you know, just sit and talk. Or do whatever you like. It doesn’t have to be the library. I just, you know, hope we can still hang out. Outside of school maybe.”

His hands were deep in his jeans and his shoulders were slumped down. If this was his way of asking you out, he was way beyond being a nerd. This was just being adorable at this point. And he did look adorable.

“I can do that,” you smiled, your hands in front of you.

“There’s this Christmas market opening near your apartment. It opens tonight. Maybe you’d wanna go? Not necessarily tonight. Just, anytime you're free.” You could see the sweat down his forehead. “It’s mostly got food stalls and a bit of gift shops. It’s much nicer when it’s snowing, though.”

You watched him fumble, then he met your eyes, how lovingly they were staring at him, and it gave him the comfort he needed.

“We can go right now,” you said. “Even without snow, I’m sure it’s fine. Better than this.”

You pointed up at the cheap snowflakes almost falling out onto the ground and the balloons you stuck to the wall. Jason scratched the back of his head. “I would love that.”

“Awesome.”

Alone up on stage, with a few people in the gym and the blue and white lights shining from above you, Jason looked at you like you were brighter than any of those lights. “It’s a date.”

You looked down at his lips, and he took that chance to step even closer to you. You felt his hand hold your arm, and your own hand on his shoulder. He leaned down to your lips.

“HEY!”

You both pulled away and looked out at every other direction, hands in your pockets. The guy with a clipboard screamed from the bottom of the stage. “Finish those balloons up so we can go home!”

Jason turned to you. “We should-“

“Yeah.”

Fumbling back to the balloons, you worked in silence. Comfortable silence. The best kind of silence.

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You held onto his waist, and he sped down to the plaza.

You’ve been to Christmas markets before. Though they weren’t exactly your style, looking at it now, you thought it looked magical.

The huts made of wood were lined up in aisles, with the walkway in between wide enough to be a street. Though there were no cars, it was big enough for dozens of people scattered about, some at the stalls, some just walking around, and some at the benches at the center. The roofs were covered in white cotton to look like snow, and on the inside, lit up with yellow lighting that contrasted nicely against the night’s deep blues. You could smell peppermint in the air, since there were a number of candy shops besides the ones with toys.

The end of the aisle turned over to the left, where even more shops were lined up, was a large Christmas tree standing as high as the buildings. There was a bright star on top, and the lights and ornaments glistened in bright reds, greens, and yellows.

It was exactly how they made Christmas towns look like in the movies. Normally, when you came up to a place like this, the beauty of it was the last thing you’d notice. Normally, you’d see what was wrong with everything and hate them. Not today, though. All you felt was warmth.

A cloud of smoke escaped your lips when you breathed. Jason walked beside you, down the street with the bustling of the crowd. “I’ll get you some coffee”

You nodded, then you went with him as he bought you a cup. Exactly the mix you wanted.

You were crazy over this boy.

The place was beautiful. And the lights were so bright, you couldn’t help but look around and marvel at everything you could see. You never admired so many things at once. The sounds of the people around you, the cold seeping through your toes, your shivering from the wind.

But even then, your eyes always trailed back to Jason. He was the most beautiful.

Handing you the cup, you walked slowly down the shops. “This place is really nice.”

“Yeah?” He seemed excited. “You like it?”

If it weren’t with him, you’d be so indifferent to the shops and the food that you wouldn’t bother to look around at all. But you were with him, and his smile made your stomach do flips and turns in the most wonderful, blissful way. You nodded. “I love it.”

This was a date. Your first date with Jason. Jesus, you’ve never been so excited and nervous over anything in your life.

You sipped on your coffee to calm yourself down.

“What will you be doing over winter break?”

You shrugged. “Probably be at home. We don’t exactly have plans for Christmas.”

“Me neither. We can go to… more places… together. If you like.”

You decided to drop the awkward façade and laugh at him. “Jeez, you’ve become a real dork, Todd.”

Jason’s nervousness mellowed down. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You sipped at your coffee, looking straight at his eyes. “It’s adorable.”

“Hey,” he nudged your shoulder. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, I will.”

You turned over at the corner, where the Christmas tree was at the other end. “I’d love to, by the way. Go to places with you over the break.”

His smile warmed you up more than the coffee had that night. He bit his lip, then turned away.

After you bought two turkey legs, you sat on an empty bench so close to each other, and watched as people walked past you.

“Jay. Look.”

It was Ms. Peterson with who seemed to be her grandson. Barely five years old as you could tell. She was telling the boy off for dropping his ice cream cone.

Her grandson seemed to take after her though, since he was screaming back at her while crying.

“Jesus,” Jason leaned over to you. “Watch this.”

“MS. P!!!” he screamed.

The librarian turned to you both, horrified, then her grandson ran off into the other stall and she ignored Jason to go after him.

“I’ll miss her,” you said, biting into your turkey leg. “I can't believe it. But I will.”

“Yeah. I’ll miss everything about the library.”

Your shoulders touched as you turned to him. “Me too.”

You saw a bit of his food smudged near his lip, so you wiped it away with your finger. Jason never took his eyes off you while you did that.

You then slumped back onto the bench and continued with your turkey leg, talking just like you always had with him, with the frequent bickering and the teasing and the laughs you’d most often shared. Jason pressed his side right against yours.

And when the moment seemed perfect enough, when you just couldn’t help it anymore, you leaned your head against his shoulder.

Your eyes were locked onto the ground, but you could feel his were on you, head craned down and his lips lightly touching your hairline. Then he pressed his nose against your hair, inhaling, and he stayed that way for a little while. You didn’t want to move. You wanted him to keep holding you that way for the rest of the night. You never wanted to go home. You just wanted to be by his side.

You had so much to tell him. But it could have only boiled down to something so brief.

“Thank you,” you said.

He didn’t move, but you felt his nose against your forehead as he hummed. “For what?”

“Everything. For the past ten weeks.”

He sighed and pulled you closer. “I should be the one thanking you.”

His arm went around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. So close, even with the cold you felt warm. You shifted into his arm so he could encase you in it. He could rest his chin at the top of your head now, and with that, you closed your eyes.

Snow. The first snowfall of the year. You both looked up, feeling the light trickling into your skin, so freezing that your muscles were stuck on its lingering smiles. The music blaring from the speakers turned up. Christmas songs. Soft, mellow ones that weren’t so overplayed and annoying.

You couldn’t possibly have chosen a better night. It was perfect. And so beautiful. Your heart has never felt so pure. So lightly beating that the comfort it brought you sent you over the edge. You turned to look at Jason.

He’d been staring at you for quite some time.

But he didn’t look away this time. He kept his eyes on you, and yours on him. Inching forward, you felt his gloved hands ghost over yours.

You welcomed his fingers without an ounce of reluctance. Jason held your hand so tight, you felt like you’d never be able to slip away or fall or be of any distance apart from him.

And he looked so handsome, staring at you, so close to your face.

“Your face is all frozen,” he teased.

“I know.”

“You look like a porcelain doll.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” you quirked an eyebrow.

“No,” he said. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue to the side of your mouth. “I hate you.”

Then you felt his hand tighten and his hot breath against your cold skin.

“Do you really hate me?”

Once, as a child, you stuck a pin into an electrical outlet wanting to know how it was like being shocked. You remembered the feeling; it was like being stabbed but with a billion needles down your nerves. And it made you jump. It was exactly that feeling, except it was wonderful. It had that same buzz, that same rush. But it was addicting. His eyes had that effect on you since the first time you sat this close to him.

“No,” you whispered. “I don’t.”

Rubbing your thumb down his palm, your other hand went to hold him as well. He was so close to you now. Jason looked so lovingly into your eyes, it was the only thing more beautiful than the moon on nights when it was cloudless.

“Do you hate me?” you asked him.

And when you thought you finally caught your breath, his finger trailed down your cheek.

“Not even a little bit.”

Silence. Comfort. Depth. Beauty.

Just ten weeks ago, you thought the world hated you as much as you hated the world. You thought growing soft would render you so vulnerable that you’d never be able to succeed in its cruelties, that if you didn’t have your defenses up all the time, you’d lose yourself.

But with a world that brought you here, where you couldn’t even find just one thing you could say you hate. When you loved the way your boots sounded walking down the wooden planks, when the bright yellow lights of the stalls contrasted greatly in the night, when the Christmas tree brought you as much hope inside you, gifts that couldn’t be held, when you loved the way the snow fell to your cheeks, how nicely the cold trickled past your clothes.

When someone you could look at all day without ever growing tired of how his jaw clenches, how his nose scrunches, how his eyebrows narrow, or how his teeth bite his lips. When you could never grow tired of talking about anything, knowing he wants you for you, how you never started out having to change yourself, yet here he was, holding you so delicately you could break.

How, despite everything you are, despite everything you’ve done, he held you like you were the most precious, valuable treasure in his hands.

Jason. Jason.

You couldn’t hate the world as much. Not anymore. Not when you had him.

You couldn’t possibly ask for a better first date. At almost midnight, Jason took you to your apartment. He walked you to the steps, still holding your hand. The snow had slowed down yet everything went on to feel cool when blowing against your warmth. Under a single lamp post, your hands in your coat, you looked up at him.

“Tonight was amazing.”

“It was,” he whispered.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. At the dance.”

“I can't wait.”

Something jumped. Deep inside your chest. You froze to the ground when Jason leaned in, and ever so gently, placed his lips on your cheek.

You closed your eyes and felt him so close. He was so perfect.

Jason watched you go up the steps, walking into your apartment. “Good night, Jason.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You didn’t even wait until the door was closed when you smiled the brightest smile you’ve had in a really, really long time.

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Found You

Part 8 to '100 Promises'

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Warnings: swearing, I think that's it

"Oh shit... agh, brainfreeze," you cursed, holding your head. It was a hot summer afternoon, and you had decided to get ice cream with Niragi. "Dumbass," he laughed, watching you groan in pain. You glared at him, the pain going away. "Fuck off," you said, going back to slowly licking at the ice cream. He shook his head, laughing slightly.

He made his way through the hole in the wall. No, it wasn't a hallway, a literal hole in the wall. It went through and led into the kitchen. He had found out about it once when he saw Last Boss come out of it during one of his patrols. He followed it, and saw were it lead. By process of elimination he had narrowed down the other player of the game to be Last Boss. So, in a general assumption, he assumed you would be in the kitchen. It was dark as he made his way through it, hoping to get out of it as soon as possible. It gave him a bad feeling. Why was there a random hole in the wall leading to the kitchen? It seemed awfully strange to him. Like something out of a horror game when the monster jumps out to attack you. "Oh hell no, damn my thoughts straight to hell," he cursed, walking faster through the tunnel.

Finally, he was at the entrance to the kitchen. It was covered up by a couple things, but, he managed. When he did he heard you giggling about something.

"You know, I think this was a great idea," you giggled, nibbling on one of the cookies. "I know of quite a few places to hide if you ever need one. It can get... loud... hectic... and chaotic here," Last Boss responded. You smiled. You were about to bite the cookie again, before arms were around you. In the moment, you panicked, grabbing the person back and flipping them onto their back. You quickly grabbed the knife you'd picked up earlier, pointing it them, before noticing it was Niragi. You let out a relieved sigh. "Ow... that hurt," he groaned, sitting up, holding the back of his head "Sorry. Don't sneak up on me like that," you said. He smirked. "That makes 1,853 games of hide and seek in a row I've won. 8 year winning streak," he bragged, obviously over getting hurt. "Oh go fuck yourself, you whore," you insulted, flipping him off, sticking your tongue out. You turned to Last Boss and smiled. "It was nice hiding with you," you said. Said man was confused on how you kept switching between your emotions so quickly. "Oh... uh, it was nice... hiding with you too, I guess," he responded. You laughed, holding a hand out to Niragi. He grabbed onto you, and you helped him up. "See, I'm a bitch, but at least I'm just a bad bitch, not a heartless bitch," you laughed. He smiled a bit. Standing in the kitchen with you talking, the warmth. Even Last Boss was talking to you. Everything about it felt like home. Home felt like you. Home felt like the feeling he got whenever he was with you. Maybe it was because you were home.

He watched as you talked avidly with Last Boss. You two seemed to get along, which was good. "Shit, it's already 12 am? Don't we have a supply run thingy tomorrow?" You questioned, finally noticing the time. "Uh... yeah," Niragi responded. "At least were not drunk... then Aguni might have a problem," Last Boss said. Both men shuddered, remembering what had happened last time. "Ooh, spill!" You said, sitting on top of one of the counters. Last Boss shook his head, and Niragi looked away. "Was it that bad?" You asked, a smirk building it's way across your face. "One thing you'll notice about Aguni is... he's like... a military dad. He's strict, but also doesn't care at the same time? But there's rules. And since there's few rules, it's not like you can forget. So... yeah," Niragi explained. "Can't wait to actually meet this man and see if you guys are exaggerating," you giggled. "Alright, get off the counter so we can go to your room," Niragi sighed, stretching his arms. "Carry me?" You asked, hiding your laughter. "Last time you said that, we both fell down the stairs," he reminded, rolling his eyes. "That's because you have weak noodle arms you lanky bitch," you said, laughing. "Ahahahaha fuck you."

You three finally made your way up the stairs. "So, does everyone just... party the whole night?" You asked, seeing as there was no on really in the lobby, but you could still hear the heavy bass of the loud music playing outside. Niragi nodded. "Fun for them, annoying for those who actually try to sleep," Last Boss commented. It was really just a paradise for people. A safe haven for players. And why wouldn't it? There's protection, other people, food, supplies, electricity. Anything you could want or need was at the Beach. It was curious how they managed to put it all together. So well thought out.

"Well... goodnight," you said, opening the door to your new room. "I'll wake you up tomorrow. By any means necessary," he stated, disappearing into his room. You sighed, closing the door behind you. It felt the same, but it was different. You knew that it would be hard to adjust, but a part of you had already adjusted. Maybe it was the years of torture through your childhood, or the things you put up with in your day to day life, but this didn't feel weird at all. It felt... normal. Besides the games, no negatives were really made clear to you. So, what was so bad about being here? It seemed better than your normal life. You sighed, shaking your head. You shouldn't be thinking like that, your life before was just fine with Niragi. You thought you had lost him. But, then you found him here. So even in places of despair and chaos, you could find a silver lining. "Ick... that sounds cheesy," you muttered, getting under the covers of the bed. The second you laid down, all the pain in your body was alleviated. The pillows were cold under you, the bed soft. You let out a satisfied sigh. If this was what staying at the Beach was like, you wouldn't mind. But, you also couldn't let yourself fall into that mentality. Your eyes drooped slowly, sleep taking over your body.

"And how was your date?" You asked as soon as he walked into through the door. "We never speak of her again," was all he said with a groan. "Goddamn, that bad? What did she do?" You questioned, as he walked over to the couch, sitting besides you. "Well, at first, she was ok. Then she immediately went into the topic of money, which like big red flag, but I didn't care. Right after we started talking about friends and family. I brought you up, and she was all like 'no, you see, that's not going to work because I have to be the only special girl in your life' and I was like, well... jealous much? I don't know who hurt her but it's... ugh," he groaned. Niragi had never been interested I'm dating per se. He didn't have any interest in anyone all throughout high school, which was one of the reasons people thought you two were together. "What about you? How'd it go?" He asked. "Not great. He was narcissistic, misogynistic, and rude. Like... 'women belong in the kitchen' kind of misogyny. God it was horrible. A total incel of a boy," you explained, shaking your head. "Looks like we both have trouble with dating, hm?" He said, leaning his head back, staring up at the ceiling, following the cracks in them. He'd always suggested you two move, especially with the occupation both of you had, you could afford to move somewhere else. You'd always tell him to wait a couple years because you never know what could happen. You had always said, "What if you meet the person of your dreams and decide to move in with them?" He never thought much about having someone else. It was always (Y/N) and Niragi against the world. It seemed weird to his mother last time she had called to ask about that. He'd told her the same thing. "No one really... interests me. No one ever has."

Now, his mother was a person who changed herself for the better. She had never had the courage to leave her husband, his father, however. She observed her son's behavior, and asked him something that really made his mind question itself. "Do you think no one interests you... because you like (Y/N)? In a more than friend way, I mean." He had never thought about that. At all. He had only ever known kindness from you, and his mother later in life. So, did he? He couldn't have. It would be wrong, wouldn't it? To insinuate such a thing to you?

Screaming, heat, fires, crumbling debris all around you fell. The smoke and ash heavy in the air. " 'Ragi?! What's going on?!"

Shattered glass stuck onto your arms, blood dripping onto the asphalt. "You can't leave me... you can't, not again!"

Wake up.

"(Y/N), you can't leave me now..."

"I can! What the hell made you think that was ok!"

Wake up.

"You're bleeding!"

"No shit Sherlock. It's called getting shot. Somehow, I just can't seem to die."

"Don't fucking say that!''

Wake up.

"Oi! Wake up!"

"Don't leave me-! What the hell? What's going on?"

"It's time to wake up. We have a supply run to do.''