#and when i say for the win i mean hes winnin

[alanisstonedd]

connie waking you up in the middle of the night bcs he hungrier than a mf

an: just a lil connie springer for ya baddies ;) and send my black ass some requests!!!!! what yall wanna see??

cw: connie x black!reader, MDNI, slight somno, lil ass play, pussy eating, p in v, no protection, cream filled doughnut

it’s 3:17 AM.

you’ve been knocked out in his bed since y'all got home, hoodie on, bonnet secure, one leg kicked out from under the blanket. peaceful. dreamin’.

you're roused out of your quiet bliss by a tickle on your leg. you shift your head to the side and crack an eye, curious. immediately you feel it more clearly — connie's rough, warm hand sliding up the back of your thigh.

you stir a little, still groggy. “connie…?” his voice is low, quiet — rough like he hasn’t spoken in hours. “shh. go back to sleep, ma. m' just tryna taste it.”

you blink, slow. “are you deadass right now?” fronting like the first touch didn't have you damp and frustrated. but he’s already kissing down your spine. his hoodie pushed up against your neck, breath hot against your skin. “i can’t sleep. keep thinkin’ about how loud you was moanin’ in the car earlier,” he grips your booty, groping, fingering your ass like he wants you wide awake "love when you dont care.. mmm, so sexy." his hot tongue laving over your melanin-rich skin like its candy.

you hear him snicker as he pulls your panties down slowly, and you swear you can feel him staring at it. “mmm. missed this pussy so much...” he mumbles with a slow kiss to your wet slit.

you let out a weak whimper, still trying to cling to your fake sleep. he knows you’re awake now—hears your breath catch, feeling your hips shift up into his touch. “oh, you gon’ play coy now? aight..” he murmurs, kissing the back of your thigh. “don't pretend like you don't want it just as bad as i do, ma.”

you try to deny it, “con, it’s late…”, but it comes out as a whine, too breathy to be believable. “exactly, chill mama. ain’t nobody up but me and this pussy….”

you almost laugh but all the sudden his tongue’s on you—slow, messy, so unholy. long licks like he’s tryna engrave your whole pussy into his memory. the type of pressure that makes your legs start shaking without warning and your back bow off the bed.

“shit—” you let out a tight gasp. he groans into you at that, massaging your hips. “yeahhh, that’s it, mama. so fuckin’ soft when you sleepy.”

one hand hooks under your thigh and lifts it, needing deeper access, to get his tongue deeper inside your warm walls. he eats it so sensual, he’s in love and this is how he really shows it. sloppy and sweet, like he’s savoring it.

you try to muffle the moan threatening to escape you. a last attempt at keeping up the front. but then he flattens his tongue on your clit and hums — your back arches. your fake resistance? dead.

“okay, o-okay,” you whisper. “okay, you win—”

“nah, baby,” he says, lifting his head for a second, his boyish grin glistening in the moonlight. “this ain’t about winnin’. this about me needing you like air.” the last bit muffled against your slick pussy.

you whine and reach for him, not even sure why — he grabs your wrists gentle but firm and pins them to the bed. “nah, you gon’ lay here and take it ‘til I’m done.”

and then he’s back at it. you don’t even realize you’re crying until he looks up, eyes low like he's in a trance, and whispers, “you so pretty when you cry mama…”

you’re a mess under him. shaking. pleading. coming, over and over in waves. but he’s not finished. never truly done when it comes to you.

he finally climbs up behind you, presses his chest to your back, and you feel it, no warning — him... hot, thick, hard, sliding in slow with a moan in your ear like you’re the best thing he’s ever felt in his life.

“just needed you, baby. that’s all. i ain’t even tryna be mean.” but the way he’s fucking you? so deep and sooo fucking slow… it’s mean as hell. “can i cum mama? this my shit, right? i’m finna' cum sooo deep in you baby.”

you nod, weak. wrecked. thats all you can manage under the pressure of his thrusts, pushing into you with a heaviness. the way he crowds you against the bed makes you hot, gasping for air.

your orgasm hits you like a freight train. you feel the coil snap — every nerve in you body lit on fire. but he fucks you through it, the overstimulation making your clit throb and your body writhe in the onslaught of pleasure.

and when he finally comes? he's biting at your shoulder, heaving, practically growling in your ear. both arms wrapped around you like he’s tryna keep you from floating away. you just might, with the way your eyes have glazed over.

he stays inside for a while, just breathing, kissing your neck — though you already feel yourself falling back into sweet slumber.

he pulls out gently, hands caressing you. you feel his hot load sliding out of you in thick rivulets, thinking we should clean up. then you feel him smirk against your neck.

“nowww I can sleep.”

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[ilikerafayelwaytoomuch]

How the LADS guys are at Mario Kart

A/n: thanks for all the love on my last post, it was super unexpected but I love and appreciate all of you 💕

For some reason I was thinking about how the LADS boys would be at Mario kart....

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Rafayel

Gets SO into it but isn't the best player out there

It doesn't matter that you're dating him, he will be so competitive and try his hardest to beat you

You're also competitive when playing Mario kart? It's a good thing Raf's got his own island because y'all would for sure be getting a noise complaint

"what the hell, Mario?!" "HA! Suck my dick, Toad!" "Baby how could you?!" "Take that little fucker!"

Non stop shouting at the screen and each other, especially if you made him slip on a banana peel and take over his place...he feels so betrayed

After playing will realize all the things he's just said and/or called you and will apologize, making sure you know he didn't mean any of it

But pull that shit on him again and you're done

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Sylus

Never played the game but somehow beats everyone at it

The twins and you made a bet on how Sylus would be at Mario kart. You totally lost because he's actually so good

Easily wins first place.every.single.time

Almost frustrates you and the twins (y'all will shit talk behind his back later dw) because how is this noob beating all of you

Doesn't even need to use any items. Wins by pure talent

You and the twins plot his demise, using every item you could on him and he still manages to win

"this isn't hard at all, I don't know why you all can't keep up"

Way too smug about it too, making the three of you vow to never let him play again

Would be slightly offended the next time he watches you and the twins playing it without him

Distract him with a kiss and he'll forget all about it

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Zayne

Incredible at the game due to a previous obsession with it

Knows all the shortcuts and controls to place in every race

Literally looked up all the tips he could online to get good at the game

Will teach you all of his tricks and tips to win

"there's a shortcut on this map here" "how do I go so fast? You have to drift like this"

Drifting is too hard to learn and you almost give up, but he encouraged you to keep going

Slowly, you get better at the game

He's so proud and is high-fiving you when he places 1st and you 2nd

The day you finally beat him in the race?

Heart explodes at watching you stand up, cheering and mocking him

"HA, the student becomes the master, take that!"

Just might have to let you win more often to see that smile again

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Xavier

I think he's the most chill out of the guys

Isn't good, but also isn't bad, getting around 5-6 place

It's a cosy night y'all are playing together, enjoying your time off

Then suddenly I feel like he'd get ultra competitive

The race was going as good as the rest, but Xavier shouting "OH MY GOD THAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!" Threw you off

Probably start laughing at his sudden outburst, teasing him

He'd shrug it off saying it was necessary because Bowser was a dick and caused him to place 8th

Basically just a chill guy playing Mario kart

But will randomly have an outburst screaming and cursing at a NPC for ruining the game

At least it's funny to watch

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Caleb

Like Zayne, super good at the game

But he's good for 2 reasons. The first is he knows the same tricks as Zayne. The second is this man literally looked up cheat codes to ensure that he'd win

Him and Zayne were both into Mario kart at the same time and took it very seriously

Caleb refused to lose to Zayne, so he hacks

You recalled Caleb being godly at Mario kart as kids

He'd always win. Every race. No matter who he was against.

So when you decided to play it again, you were surprised he kept losing to you

Little did you know, he was letting you win. Making sure to place just behind you, winning only occasionally

"damn you suck at this now" "maybe you've just gotten better pipsqueak"

He just wanted to see you smile for beating him at the game

Anytime he plays Mario kart with anyone else though, they're going down

You two are playing with coworkers? He'll hack so that the two of you beat everyone

[streetchicken]

It's 3 am, it's hot, I can't sleep-

So have some domestic NikPrice inspired by a version of Stroganoff my family makes :)

No beta, we go down like my math grades

Tw: Suggestive, badly written and very indulgent vwv

"Beef liver?"

Price pulls his nose up in barely contained disgust at the little paper wrapped package haphazardly tossed onto the kitchen island. A slab of unassuming dark meat that had Price's hackles raised. "Nik, I love you t'bits, but d'you have to feed me dog food?"

It looked positively slimy and alive. So much so that the Brit could barely hold back from poking it.

"Leave the meat, Малыш. You'll ruin it." Nik swoops in, ever the knight in shining armour, and snatches the liver from Price's mitts.

"Nik, it's liver, not a baby." Price sighs in return, now leaning his hip against the counter seeing as his partner had taken his only source of entertainment. "'t's not like i'can die."

The pout Price recieves from the Russian in return is childish. He just out his lower lip, scrunches his eyebrows and cradles the organ slab gently. "Don't say that, Малыш. Liver is good, you would not hurt liver's feelings."

Price produces an indignant snorting laugh that he has to clumsily hide with a cough. His hand flies to hide his lips as he turns his eyes away from the now beaming Russian.

Nik on the other hand? He can't be more pleased that he got the captain to laugh like that. He looks like a dog with a bone while he sets the liver aside.

"Ah, you laugh. I win." He proudly declares, picking up an onion to start peeling.

"Ya didn' win squat." Price tries to counter while he reaches for the peeler and a potato. Nik allows him to help.

"I won a laugh."

"Wot has that got ta do wit' winnin'?"

"Your laugh, Малыш."

Well Price had nothing to say against that. He's much too flustered now, flushed from the chops to his ears. "Touch��."

Nik huffs a breath at the little victory, adjusting the halved onion on the cutting board and dicing it.

It's days like these that keep Nik sober. Without them, and Price, he swears he'd be condemned to the bottle by now. Drinking away whatever demons stalked his bedroom shadows. To think there had been a time when he lacked the gentle quiet. When he'd lived off blood, gunpowder and caffeine. When he only ever slowed down to enjoy some foreign meal or company. To think he was content to settle for it.

Nik takes a deep breath, focusing on the rhythmic tap of tbe blade against the chopping board. To his left, Price's breathing and the sound of potatoes being peeled, to his right, a well loved Bluetooth speaker mulling the tunes of some 80s song Price had insisted on.

The onions are swooped into the pot with some oil and garlic. "This stew is from my childhood."

"O'yeah?"

"Da. One of the few happy memories I was allowed."

Price's tongue sits thickly against the roof of his mouth at Nikolai's confession. Blue eyes settle on the russian's back. The white cotton seems so innocently bright in the soft canter of afternoon sunlight.

"D'you...miss 'em?" Price asks. His words are soft, delicate, almost swallowed by a tune in the music. "Th'good days, I mean."

"Nyet." Nik answers truthfully. "They were...still cold."

Another beat. The silence is thick. Price looks down at the half peeled potato in his hands instead of his partner's back. Finally he decides to continue.

"Fokin' 'ell, Nik. Not in front of th' liver." Price groans, peeling the last bits of skin from the potato.

The notion earns his a barely there snort from Nik, but an amused sound nonetheless. Nik turns, plucks up the potato and leaves Price with a peck against his temple and a soft smile.

Price smiles himself, watching Nikolai work on the stew. He admires how focused Nik is on feeding him, it's a lovely change of pace from field rations and the bland slop they usually get on base. Price might be feeling a little spoilt.

"Onions, aromatics, vegetables, meat, broth. Da, that should be all for now." Nik mutters to himself and turns to face his partner and offers a hand. He bends down a little with one of his mischievously charming smiles that highlight the crinkle around his eyes. "Which gives us some time."

"Flirt." Price rumbles in return, feeling heat on his cheeks as his hand slips into Nikolai's.

Price is pulled up against a firm chest, his hand finding Nik's shoulder while the latter's free hand settles warmly against the small of his back. God Price could barely keep a shiver down.

Nik pulls him into a little sway and jig. Despite his bulk and the small space of the flat's kitchen, Nikolai still manages to maneuver them to the beat of Bruce Springsteen's "Dancing in the dark".

They bounce to the beat, Price mouthing the words as they go along. Nik shifts them away from the stove as they mingle in the light of the waning afternoon sun. They nearly trip over the striped rug tossed between the stove and the sink.

Price follows along. Nik's a better dancer than him anyway, he'd glad to let his partner lead as Price swears he has two left feet no matter the song era. "Y're good a'this!"

"Da, had some practice. Lots of fun clubs in Berlin." Nik muses. His fingers toy with the hem of Price's t-shirt where they've settled at the bottom of the Brit's spine. "Though, not the only thing those clubs taught me."

"Cheeky git-" Price snorts.

Price rolls his eyes and sets a foot between Nik's own and pushes. He maneuvers the man till his back settles against a countertop and Price could worm his hands to plant on said counter top on either side of Nik's waist. "Don't s'ppose ya could back those claims, Sergeant?"

Nik's breath hitches at his old rank. He's left those days behind him when he denounced his position in the Soviet army, but to hear it come from the man he reapects so much?

"I make arrangements, da." He swallows hard, throat suddenly dry. Nik is suddenly hyper-aware of that muscular thigh pressed between his legs.

"Ah, now would ya look at that." Price muses. "Haven't seen ya that red since that night in the Black Hawk."

"Can't blame a man, can you? Not when he's at his Captain's mercy." God the flirting wouldn't work now, Nik's already lost the upper hand. He braces his hands on Price's forearms, desperate to feel the flex of muscle under skin.

"Is that so?" Price coos, his voice dropping to that low gravel that has Nikolai dizzy. His baby blues flick appreciatively over the man's neck.

Unable to resist, lips press firmly to the hollow of Nik's neck. Soft, demanding, they trail little embers up to the pulse. Nick swallows, he can feel his heart gallop in his chest and stick in his throat.

"You seem a tad nervous, luv." Price taunts. His hands slip from the counter to find the curve of Nikolai's hips. His thigh presses forwards and up.

"Nyet, not nervous." Nik gasps. The square if gis shoulders falter with the full body shiver. Price's lips are impossibly warm as they find the edge of Nik's jaw. It has him closing his eyes to stop the world, Price, from spinning. Jus'...I...John."

"Yeah?" Price muses, smiling where he's inches from Nik's face.

Fuck, Nik can feel it. Feel him. Smell him. Him and his Yardley English Blazer cologne. "Малыш- need. I need- John, please-"

Oh Price likes when Nik asks so softly.

Lips meet lips in a soft embrace. Almost like the casual atmosphere has the kiss lazy and easy. They barely notice the first cords of "Careless Whisper" strum over the speaker. But it isn't long before Nik's hands find the front of Price's shirt hem. Or until Price had his fingers securely tucked into the curls at Nikolai's nape.

The leverage lets Price press Nik fowards. He forces a soft sound between Nik's lips. The heat of his tongue finds the other's. He presses to overwhelm. His free hand dips below the elastic of Nik's sweats to find the fat at the man's hip.

The sound is soft, barely audible. A breathy little gasp that has Price scrambling to lift roughly 100 kilograms of Russian muscle onto the counter. Their lips part, but Price eagerly liberates Nik of his shirt so he could trail heated kisses from his throat to his sternum.

"John-" Nik starts, getting cut off by his own breather groan as he's palmed through his sweats.

Price could feel the heat pool between Nik's legs as he slots his hips to fit perfectly between the man's thighs. He nuzzles his nose to the black curls that adorn Nik's chest and lets himself just exist like that for a moment. He admires how sunlight glints over silver scars and the carpet on Nik's chest, admires the colour adorning Nik's cheeks and shoulders. His head is fuzzy with the feel of Nik against him, his partner shuddering with his arousal pressed to Price's palm. Intoxicating. Addictive even.

Nik threads his fingers through the messy brown locks.

Price continues his trail of kisses. They follow the contours of Nik's abdomen. Down to his navel. Gently down the trail of dark curls. His teeth hook the elastic of Nik's grey sweats. The man practically whimpers at the display.

Until he's not and Price is shoved back in Nik's panic to get to the stove. Price sighs and runs a hand over his face.

"New low f'me-" he groans "-gettin' cock blocked by a bloody stew."

Nik only offers him a shrug as he adds some cream, turns off the heat and places the lid back on. That's when he turns and Price's tongue goes lax at the sunlight framing Nikolai's face in dark curls and a soft glow.

"Well-" Nik coos, stalking closer to his partner "-it is done. I am certain it would be...some time before it is cool enough to eat."

Price suddenly feels very claustrophobic with his back against a counter and Nik's dark eyes so intently on him.

"I never minded cold stew anyway."

[askponyboymcurtis]

what’s your favourite memory of the gang as a whole and each member individually?

and incase it’s different, what’s your favourite childhood memory of the gang as a whole and each member individually?

"Oh, damn, this is gonna be a long one, haha,"

"It technically wasn't us as a whole, but winnin' that rumble against Sheldon's... (friends? Gang? Whatever.) against them Socs was one of the best things I've ever felt."

"My head was poundin' like a drum and I felt like I was gonna past out at any second, but we won somethin' that felt impossible. I mean, all odds stacked against us, and we was actually fightin' for someone. I felt so powerful, watching them Socs run away as the rain hit them like bricks."

"But we weren't all together, so I'll find somethin' else." ... "Honestly, sittin' down and just hangin' out in our livin' room is pretty nice. There ain't a dull moment when the gang is hangin' out at our house. I like when play fights start, 'nd in the blink of an eye Two-bit and Steve are rollin' around on the ground fightin'. We all pick our sides and cheer for who we think is gonna win."

" 'Nd is one of the only times they don't baby me. 'Cuz when you're on the ground fightin', and all the guys are around you cheerin', you fight like your life depends on it."

"Now, indiviually? That's tough."

"For Johnny, it has to be watching the sunset with him. I don't care which time, but just sittin' down with him and watchin' it? That's real nice. He just got it like no one else gets it, you know? Watchin' the gold turn to red to pink to green to blue... no need to talk, no need to fill the silence, just watchin'. 'Cuz he knew how beautiful it could be by itself."

"With Soda... Damn, that's hard. One time, I fell and scraped my knee. It hurt real bad, 'nd I was cryin' and all that. I was, I dunno, maybe nine or ten? But, y'know, I had heard all the older boys talkin' 'bout bein' tuff, 'nd all that, so I tried to stop cryin'. But Sodapop hugged me real tight 'nd told me 'Cryin's real tuff.' Didn't say anythin' more, just sat and hugged me real tight 'til I pulled away."

"Dally's got a real rough exterior. Seems real mean to a lot of people, and he was real mean sometimes. But he cared. This wasn't technically with me, but when we was in that church in Windrexville, and I was readin' my letter that Sodapop wrote for me... Johnny was real sad. He didn't get no letter, you know? Didn't have no one to write one for him. But Dally sat with him and smoked a cigarette, tellin' him what was happening back at home. He didn't get no letter, but he talked with Dal. It was nice just seein' them talk. Bein' real with eachother."

"Steve's an asshole. I don't got nothin' nice to say about him." ... "Well. 'Bout a year ago, I learned my parents died. Our parents died. 'Nd I couldn't control myself. I sobbed and sobbed, locked myself up in my room 'nd refused to come down. Didn't want to talk to no one, didn't want to eat nothin', just sat in my room 'nd cried. After a good day or two, Steve came knockin'. Didn't stop until I opened the door. 'Nd without an explanation, picked me right up and brought me to the kitchen. Sat me down with a plate of food right in front of me, 'nd didn't let me leave 'til I ate somethin'. He cares in his own way."

"There's a lot I could say for Two-bit! I was in the eighth grade, ya'know, and some a-hole's brother knew Darry. 'Nd it was 'round that time when them socs that Darry was friends with started bein' real mean to him. So that kid started pickin' on me. When I told Two-bit, he told me not to worry 'bout it no more. I dunno what happened after that, but the kid stopped pickin' on me. I can only imagine it was thanks to whatever Two-bit did."

"Finally, Darry." ... "I dunno. Darry's real tuff, ya'know, but he works a lot. Got a lot on his plate. When we was younger, we'd play catch sometimes. Him, Sodapop, and me. He and Soda would throw fast balls at eachother, tryin' to hit eachother and knock the other off balance. I wanted to join in real bad, and Soda'd throw some fast ones at me, but Darry wouldn't. I felt real bad 'bout it. But then, he pulled me aside one day and played catch with me by myself. Told me I was 'real good. Better than (him).' I was real proud of myself."

"Yeah. Sorry for how much I was talkin', haha."

[trans-snick-the-porcupine]

@playingwithstarsabove

It was quiet in Tails' room.

Maybe, a bit too quiet, for Sonic's tastes. All except for the occasional clicking. The tapping of a mouse wheel or a keyboard. Subtle sounds that Sonic's ears often pried fully open to hear.

He gazed at his calender. Was it really tax season already, Tails filling out their W-2's?

Nah, that couldn't be it, Sonic believed. I don't even pay taxes. Haven't since 1974.

One knock. Pause. Then he added two. Their own hidden language to let Tails know that he was coming in, to check if he was simply doing okay. He knew the kit preferred it if he was given a prior notice, in case he was fixated on doing some problem solving, or he was working or disassembling and reassembling yet another new gadget.

"Come in," Tails said, the hedgehog bowing his head and shimmering quills as they refracted against the sneaking sunlight outside as he walked in through his workshop door.

"Hey there Tails, whatcha doin'?"

Yet another secret code in their mutually shared language, meaning sometimes I just want to see what you're doing, because as a big brother, I can be a bit nosey.

"Eh. Just playing a bit of Minecraft."

Raising one of the ridges of his brow, Sonic continued to stand near his doorframe, cup of hot cocoa (perfectly simmered to his tastes on this brisk rainy day) in hand.

"Are ya winnin', Tails?"

The kit sighed, but couldn't help but release a blithe chuckle from himself, thinking of that handsome stick figure with his crudely drawn corncob pipe, that positive paternal role model every one of us needed sometimes.

"Well, I guess it's not about winning or losing, really. I just wanted to build this structure. Cause it's fun. And I find it relaxing after working on my blueprints for a while."

Sonic tiptoed across the wooden floorboards, careful to not make a sudden sound as he curiously viewed at his monitor screen, witnessing his meticulously constructed skyscraper. A small smile stitched across his muzzle, reminding him of the same proud, shiny and tall towering buildings he witnessed when he traversed through Empire City.

"That looks really cool Tails. Seems like to me that you're winnin'!"

The kit briefly eyed him, slight worry etched across them. "Y-you really think so?"

Sonic chortled. And chuckled. That loud, brash aspect of himself that set him apart from his other siblings, but was still welcomed and loved, all the same.

"Why wouldn't I think so? It looks great Tails! And you're enjoying yourself, making something cool and beautiful for others to enjoy! I say you're winnin', for sure!"

The small fox followed his cue, and smiled too, seemingly growing a few inches from his encouragement, like sunlight and water.

"I don't think I can honestly make something as cool as you're makin', right now, but uhh...d-do you think you can show me the ropes of this game sometime? What...what was it called?"

"Minecraft."

"Yeah...maybe I wouldn't mind playin' this sometime with ya..."

It didn't take long for even a chatty hero like himself to suddenly fall into fascinated silence as he intently watched him as he continued to build his structure, noting he didn't mind watching Tails play God in his own perfect world.

[kyabetsuhime]

Rinne Amagi 4☆ – Please, God☆

Writer: Yuumasu Characters: Kanata, Hiyori, Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku, Niki Season: Autumn Translation: ksts Proofreading: mai (ENG)

Rinne: (So my next job is in an hour... I wanna play pachinko, but guess I'll only end up gettin’ there and comin' right back.) (And there's no point in goin' to Cinnamon either as Niki isn't there.) (Well, it seems I have no choice but to stay here and kill time. If only something could keep me from gettin' bored...) (...Oh.) Hey, Hiyori-chan♪ What a coincidence, nice to see you. For some reason, your mere presence is like a good omen. As if I'm gettin' an "fine weather" blessing...♪

Hiyori: Rinne-senpai, I know you're tearfully happy to see me, but now it's terrible weather…

Rinne: Hm? What's the matter? You don't look well. Did you caught a cold or somethin'?

Hiyori: I wanted to pick up some snacks for a light meal, but the quiche I was looking for was out of stock. Even though I was the one who wrote the letter asking them to add quiche to their repertoire, me not getting it in the end is simply unforgivable!

Rinne: Ehh, so your favorite food is tissues? Are you a goat eatin' paper?♪ Come on, Hiyori-chan, say maa maa...☆

Hiyori: I won't! And I'm not a goat! I'm not in the mood to be teased, why do you keep messing with me?

Rinne: But isn't it natural to greet acquaintances when you meet them in your free time? Why don't you get along with me since we're roommates? Gyahaha☆

Hiyori: Roommates, huh... Then you should ask Kanata-kun to keep you company. He'll bring you luck too, though not as much as me.

Rinne: What do you mean?

Hiyori: It's just a rumor. When I was still at Yumenosaki, I've heard that some people worship him, believing that he can make any wish come true for them.

Rinne: Any, huh? Gyahaha, that definitely isn’t true then. There's no way he could be a god, is there?

Hiyori: Fufun. Whether you believe me or not is up to you, Rinne-senpai.

<6 hours later>

Rinne: (Phew, all done. Good job, me~) (Now I'll drop my stuff off here and leave. My beloved gambling is waitin' for meee~♪) (There's a new pachinko machine, so should I try that first?~) (...Hm?)

Kanata: (Sleeping sounds)

Rinne: (So Kanacchi's back too. I didn't notice him at all.) (He looks so peaceful sleepin'. Is he havin' a good dream?) ... ("Make any wish come true", huh...) (I know it's just a baseless rumour, but... Guess it can’t hurt to try—) (In a low voice) May I win big! (Aight, I'm off now♪)

<Several days later>

Niki: Thanks for waiting~ Here are your two daily special sets~

HiMERU: Thank you.

Kohaku: ...Hey, Niki-han. I wanna ask you somethin'.

HiMERU: Oukawa.

Kohaku: But HiMERU-han, you're curious too, right? If we can't get anywhere on our own, then let's bring in Niki-han. Look... See Rinne-han sittin' at the counter?

Rinne: ......... ...(Sigh)

Kohaku: He's been lost in thought like that for quite a long time now. Did somethin' happen? Maybe he ate somethin' strange?

Niki: Eh!? Please don't suspect our food! But it's really weird that he didn't try to pester me. Well, now that I think about it, he sure looks different from usual~

HiMERU: So in other words, you don't know anything either.

Kohaku: HiMERU-han, where are you goin'?

HiMERU: To ask him directly. Since we don't know the situation, our discussion is just a waste of time. Amagi, can I have a minute?

Rinne: ...Hey, Merumeru. Do you believe in God?

HiMERU: ...What.

Kohaku: Oh no, Rinne-han's snapped!

Niki: Uwah, it's quite troublesome. Who can fix him then? Little brother-san?

Rinne: Nah, I'm totally fine. I don't know how it works, but lately I've been winnin' big at pachinko every time I pray to my roommate, Kanacchi. I suspected it was just a dubious rumour, but turns out he might really be a god of gambling... I haveta cherish this bond♪ Gyahahaha!

<Several days later>

Hiyori: I'm home! If there's anyone here, greet me with open arms!

Kanata: Welcome back, "Ohisama"-san.

Hiyori: Kanata-kun, what's the matter? Even though I'm back, you're in such a bad mood!

Kanata: No, I'm "fine". Just a little "bewildered". Lately, "Chief"-san has been "pampering" me so strangely often.

Hiyori: Pampering?

Kanata: Yes. Like giving me a "vinyl pool" or trying to take me to a "fish" restaurant. And now I'm stumped as I don't understand the "intention" behind it.

Hiyori: Ah, I think I might have an idea. Let me tell you.

<Some time later>

Hiyori: ––So it looks like his gambling luck increases in proportion to how much attention he pays to you. And now he seems to be completely devoted to the "god of gambling".

Kanata: Uu... That's why he's been "cozying up" to me... I don't like to feel used at all…

Rinne: I'm home~...

Kanata: Oh, "Chief"-san. We need to talk. I'm not a "god of gambling", you know!

Rinne: Eh... Haha–– So you found out about my prayers? Wish I had known this sooner. I lost big just now. (Sigh)... It really was too good to be true after all…

Hiyori: No sighs in front of me! If not Kanata-kun, you can worship me! If you treat the one of "Eden", named after the paradise ruled by the omniscient and omnipotent God, respectfully enough, you will surely earn His favor!

Rinne: Oh nooo~ Are you imposin' a religion on me~? What should Rinne-kun dooo~♪

Hiyori: It's worth a try! You'll have a bronze statue of me, so you can worship me everyday!

Rinne: Hehe~ Hiyori-sama~☆

Hiyori: Hmph, I don't like the way you say it! Show me more seriousness, will you!

Rinne: Oh, this god is so demandin'. ★ directory ★

[alltheirdamn]

ok so soo… idk why, whyyyy ma’am, but your cowboy!joels fics and cowboy!joel himself……. have me in a fucking chokehold.. metephorically and in a kinky way too.. hehe. but ok. so hear me out… 🤠 but also, i know you’re having some health issues rn so put this on the back burner and take care of yourself first love, but i think you could execute this idea… perfectly.. 🫦

this could be a one shot or maybe even a short series, dunno but i feel like you and i…. we 👉🏼😮‍💨 ~~~~~~ 😮‍💨👈🏼 we understand each other and we are both thirsty sluts for our man joel here. so here my pitch:

i’ve been seeing these like rodeo cowboy videos all over my fyp (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8dSPGLp/ ) on tik tok and ya know, cuz cowboy!joel is living in my frontal lobe right now rent free, i was like … damn, if that was joel doin this or on a bucking bronco at readers like state or county fair and then like sees reader in the crowd eyein him as he’s getting himself or his horse or whatever ready… and she’s eye fucking him… with his sexy fuckin get up they all wear with the cowboy hat and everythin… and he makes eyes with the reader and maybe tips his hat and gives her a small wink. then she like looks away a bit embarrassed and starts talking to a guy sitting next to her, let’s just say is her brother or close guy friend and that makes joel jealous as he thinks he has competition, and maybe before his event or turn he comes and introduces himself and lowkey flirts with reader a little because now up close he can see her fully and she’s got this sexy floral sundress on with her cowgirl boots and cute cowgirl hat on looking like a damn meal that he wants to devour. but he’s also just a tad bit soft as when she shakes his hand he pulls it up to kiss her knuckles and compliments how pretty she is that instead of the horse knocking him out of orbit, the reader is (or something corny like that, ya know?) and they banter back and forth a bit as the reader thinks he’s a bit cocky but sweet and likes how easy it is to talk to him, but is lowkey ready to ride that cowboy if you know what i mean… and he knows it too by the way she keeps looking down at how tight his jeans hug his pelvis and show a faint outline of him, but when he catches her, she says she was admiring his belt buckle, and to kind of stir the pot and challenge her a little bit he says something like, “how ‘bout if i win m’self first place here when it’s my turn, sweetheart, you can remove this buckle yourself and replace it with the prize winnin’ one after i take you out for dinner” and she is lowkey turned TF on by what we ALL know he means by that, but likes how he presented it and has been good to banter with her, so she says something like “only if you win first. i don’t think they give belt buckles as participation trophies” just to be a brat or something like that. HOWEVER!!!! little does she know he’s like KNOWN for his talent, as he’s like a national champion or something and winning first will be simple for him… 😏🥵😮‍💨 so like… he’s gon get that belt buckle and maybe when he finally has his turn they announce him like “next up we have Joel Miller, who just won himself the National Championship last season, let’s see if he can defend his title here tonight.” and her face goes red and he watches her as they announce him and after the announcement is done he tips his hat, winks and mouths to her something like ‘let’s go, first place, baby’ or something to make us FOAM at the mouth with how fucking sexy he would be in this moment and then yeah… i’m sure you can go from there 😮‍💨

psssttt… you… yeah YOU!!!!! get out of my HEAD!!!!! because i was LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT A RODEO!JOEL IDEA LAST WEEK WITH A COUPLE PEOPLE 👀👀👀👀

this is a BEAUTIFUL set up for a fic and you best believe i am pocketing this idea & going to absolutely give this a home on page 💛 pls stay tuned for this because it will be HAPPENING!!!!!

also, for funsies… rotten cowboy!joel was a bull rider in his hayday and has his own lil collection of belt buckles… which may be included in the next one shot 👀 enjoy this lil snippet for your pleasure xoxo

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joel slipped the warm leather belt around your neck, the large brass belt buckle cool against your skin. it was his prize from a rodeo back when he did bull riding as a twenty something year old boy. it was his most prized possession, and now you wore it like a choker. his fingers tightened the buckle until it was secure, the stretch of it across your throat unforgiving and suffocating. he gave it one last tug, and you restrained yourself from clawing at the burning sting of the leather digging into your neck.

“ain’t you just the prettiest lil’ thing,” he cooed.

your vision was already hazy around the corners, a vignette lens of the room around you as it warped at the edges of your sight. you tried speaking, but the words croaked from your lips, the syllables dying on your tongue and drying out before you could even make another sound.

“this lil’ necklace is doin’ a real nice job of keepin’ you quiet. lets keep it that way, darlin’. not a fuckin’ sound for me, ‘kay? don’t wanna hear your sweet voice right now.”

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anyway omg??? running to find pic inspo and make this idea HAPPEN!!!!! thank you nonie xoxo ilysm 💛

[ladytanithia]

Side stories...

Does anyone else write little side stories for their main stories, like to fill in the blanks as to what goes on "behind the scenes?" I've written a few, actually, like that untitled bit I posted a while back about the archery lesson with Faendal, Persuading Fethis, Hrefna's Crush, and this little untitled discussion between Faendal and Rayya after one of Miranja's layovers at Lakeview Manor. Just wanted to share!

It's under a thousand words, but I'll put it below the cut.

@mareenavee @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @gwilin-stay-winnin @dirty-bosmer @thechaosdragoness

Faendal was mining the iron ore vein on the Lakeview Manor property when Rayya came over to talk to him. Miranja had gone back out on another adventure with that Imperial mage Marcurio earlier this morning, and Rayya had seen enough.

Faendal glanced up at her as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “Morning, Rayya, something that needs my attention?”

“Maybe,” Rayya replied, “but not about the property. There’s something else I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Faendal’s curiosity was piqued. Rayya never spoke about anything personal; she was a very private, introverted person. What could be bothering her so much that she was actually approaching him to talk about it?

Faendal stuck the handle of the pickaxe through the loop on his belt and picked up the ore he’d already broken loose, loading it into the cart and starting toward the smelter. Rayya followed.

“What’s on your mind, then, Rayya?”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” Rayya began. “Llewellyn and I have even had a couple of conversations about it. And I thought now was as good a time as any…”

Rayya had Faendal’s full attention now. He stopped and faced her, a question on his face.

Rayya smiled. “Don’t look so concerned, my friend. It’s nothing bad. We just want you to know that you don’t have to go to bed late and get up extra early when Miranja is home. You’re not fooling anyone but yourself. It’s easy enough to see how much Miranja adores you. We know you share her bed every time she comes home, and we’re fine with that. It’s not like you go around lording it over us or anything.”

Faendal’s face was redder than Rayya had ever seen it, and she laughed in amusement. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed, you know.”

Faendal turned and continued on toward the smelter.

“My question is this, and you can tell me if it’s none of my business: I’ve seen you both wearing Mara’s amulet. So why haven’t you married yet?”

Faendal closed his eyes and took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He’d been fraught with guilt more than once over that very question.

“I won’t say it’s none of your business, Rayya. I consider us all to be a little family of sorts, and what affects one of us affects us all. The fact of the matter is that when Miranja and I met, I was already in love with a woman in Riverwood. She’s who I’m going to visit whenever I go to Riverwood; I just pick up some supplies at her brother’s shop while I’m there, partly because we do need them, and partly so it looks like I had another reason to go there.”

“I suspected as much, if you want to know the truth. You’re not as subtle as you think you are. Falkreath is closer and you can get the same goods there.”

Faendal shrugged sheepishly. “If you really want to know, Miranja has actually taken my side to help me win Camilla’s heart. The Nord blowhard who was my rival is totally out of the picture now, and I’m really close to winning her over completely. Miranja’s been very encouraging. Yes, I know she wants more than what I’ve given her so far, but she’s put her own wishes aside to help me fulfill mine.”

Rayya found herself feeling very irritated with Faendal over that last little tidbit. “And nothing she’s said or done – Miranja, I mean – nothing has convinced you that Miranja might be the better choice?” There was an edge to her voice.

Faendal was irritated right back at her. “I told you, Miranja has been helping me win Camilla over. And I do love Miranja – very much, in fact.  She’s amazing. But she still wants to see other people, and I worry every day that she might not come home. Not only does she seem to seek danger, but danger seems to seek her out, too. I want to marry someone I never have to worry about losing to draugr, dragons, the Dawnguard – whatever. Can you understand that? I’m a pretty simple man, and I want a simple life. Miranja is complicated, and everything about her life seems complicated. I’m certainly her friend for life, but I could never be her husband.”

Rayya was silent, considering. There was a certain fondness between herself and Miranja, to be sure, but they had never really spent any significant bonding time together, and Rayya only knew the bare minimum about Miranja’s life or her inner workings. For all intents and purposes, she and Miranja were simply employer and employee. She only saw what was on the surface, and all she really knew about Miranja was that she treated her well and paid her well. Perhaps Faendal was right; he was closer to Miranja than anyone else.

“I think I understand where you’re coming from, Faendal. I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn. You’re obviously the only one in the whole household who’s truly close to her. Llewellyn and I – Gunjar, too – we’re just observers, and that’s how it looks to us, from the ‘outside.’ You two are like the ‘parents’ of our family. As long as both you and Miranja are happy with your arrangement, we’ll stay out of it.”

Faendal smiled. “There’s nothing to forgive, friend. Miranja would be very pleased to know that she has such a loyal family who has her best interests in mind.”

[godsgamefreak]

FFXIVWrite2023 - #9 Fair

OC's: Naomi Yukana, Cherise Holden NPC's: Jacke Swallow, Oboro Torioi

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Naomi is trying to follow in her brother's footsteps but is finding the path not as straightforward as she expected.

The rafters above were twisted into a wild spin before coming to an abrupt and painful halt as Naomi's head hit the floor below. The pain caused her eyes to squeeze shut in a wince, and she took a moment to just lay there before looking up at the cause.

“Lost yer footin' there lass,” Jacke taunted, a smirk on his face. “This ain't spellcastin', ye can't plant yer feet and expect to blast away yer opponent before they reach ye.”

“But that wasn't fair, you didn't say start!” Naomi huffed, even while taking the Rogue Guild leader's hand and getting back to her feet.

The man just laughed. “'Not fair', comin from the lass what had crocodile tears in her eyes even while gettin' an introduction from a respected member of the guild hopin' to win us over?”

A glance to the side showed said respected member, Naomi's fellow Scion Cherise standing next to a pair of other Rogue Guild members. She had her arms crossed and was rolling her eyes.

Jacke continued. “Ain't about fair, it's about winnin'. The ability to stay alive for a moment longer. Whether it's gainin' the upper hand in a fight or just an opportunity to escape, ye do what ye gotta do.”

Naomi finished brushing herself off, dressed in the unfamiliar leathers and thicker cloths that came with martial fighting. Robes and stockings wouldn't cut it against the blades she was likely to come up against in close quarters. She wouldn't have the time to focus magical defenses like that either. Maybe some day, but not now. Besides, she wanted to learn this properly.

Taking a readying breath, Naomi did her best to copy the stance Jacke had shown her moments ago. “Okay, I'm ready, let's try again.”

Jacke however did not move in on her this time. Instead he cocked his head and looked at her. “So I know ye came in here all fired up, and I can see ye want to, but I gotta ask. Why? Yer already a talented mage from what I can tell, what's got ye all riled up to learn from back alley rogues?”

The question took Naomi by surprise, and she once again glanced at Cherise, but she offered only the barest of shrugs in return. “It's important to me.”

“Aye, I got that, but I want to know the why of it,” Jacke pressed. “Ye don't have to get into the details, but if ye are determined, it might help for me to know a bit o' the why, so I can help ye with the how.”

Naomi thought about it for a moment, not wanting to divulge her whole family history to a group she'd just met. “I want to train with masters of combat from the Far East and they weren't impressed when I met with them. I want to show them I can and will meet their expectations, just like my brother did.”

A glean seemed to enter Jacke's eyes. “Ahh, ye wanna show someone up and prove yer worth. Now that's something I can get behind. Well then, time to take off the kiddie gloves lass, we'll make somethin' of ye yet, not to worry!”

Cherise audibly laughed from the sidelines and Naomi had just enough time to gulp in concern before the roof above her was spinning once again.

“So, you think you're ready?“ Cherise asked the auri as the pair walked up to the building situated at the edge of the jungles in Eastern La Noscea.

”I'll have to be,“ Naomi said with a shrug. “This either worked or it didn't, and if I'm gonna get what I want, that means it has to have worked.”

The redhead smiled and nodded. “I think you're good then. Good luck.”

With one more steadying breath, Naomi walked up to the man at the door and spoke the coded response to gain entry. She had got that much from Yugiri at least, though she had quickly thought the man who waited her inside had been none to pleased about it.

Oboro, the local ninjutsu master who had fled to Eorzea with the rest of the Domans, seemed surprised to see her again. “Naomi. You've returned, it's been some time. I didn't expect to see you.”

“I have done as you suggested and taken much time to train and ready myself. I would like to request another chance at being worthy of your training,” Naomi stated with confidence.

Oboro's eyebrows raised. Very well. Come with me.”

Naomi stepped up alongside Oboro, who led her to the back of the building. She took stock of the man as Jacke had taught - for he had provided more than simply martial training. She had truly learned more than even she had expected.

Once in place, Oboro bid Naomi to stay put, and he walked a few steps away. “Your first test will be a simple one,” he started, putting a hand in his pocket. “You will simply need to take- hm…” Oboro looked confused, and his hands went to his pockets and pouches.

“Missing something?” Naomi asked with a smile, lifting a small pouch that clinked with the sound of gil. “I assume you wanted me to try and take a coin from your hand, how does taking the pouch off your hip compare?”

The ninja blinked in surprise. “That is certainly a new tactic.”

Naomi’s smile turned into a look of pure determination. “The Garleans weren’t about fair play when they took over Doma, I’m ready to do whatever is necessary to learn the skills I’ll need to fight back.”

Oboro smiled. “Well. Whatever training you did certainly served you well. I can see the determination in your eyes clearly. I apologize for my coarse demeanor during your prior request. I'd warn you that training will not be easy, but I can see you are prepared. Let's get started then.”

Naomi nodded, then gave a deep bow, one her mother would have been proud of. She would follow in the footsteps of her brother, she was sure of it.

[aeoki]

SS Finals - Crown: Chapter 1

Location: SS Finals Live Stage Characters: Mika, Shuu, Sora, Natsume & Tsumugi

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< Almost an hour later after the start of the “SS” Finals.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBefore the first round: “Valkyrie” vs “Switch”. >

Shuu: …I see we keep running into each other, “Switch”.

Who would have thought we’d be battling it out once more after the absurd Qualifying Rounds in Tohoku.

Quite frankly, I’m sick of seeing your faces and would have preferred something new instead.

Natsume: AhaHA. If that’s what you wantED, then you should’ve taken part in the opening performance with all of the other uniTS.

Shuu: Hmph. What, was I supposed to hold hands with them and skip about? We’re about to crush one another – I question how singing together with a smile and arms around one another is sane behaviour!

Tsumugi: It was so much fun, though~ Well, you weren’t forced to participate so it wasn’t an issue. I’m sure you would’ve wanted time to prepare since you’re the first performer.

Shuu: Hmph. I couldn’t focus because of all that boisterous horsing around, though.

Sora: HaHa~♪ That’s also part of our plan!

Tsumugi: Indeed. We, the “Red Team”, will win using everything we can think of. We were selected as your opponents to increase our team’s chances of winning.

The performances that stood out were repeatedly broadcast during the preparation period as well.

The viewers should be getting tired of watching “Switch” battling against “Valkyrie” by now.

Natsume: But “Valkyrie” has a large and passionate fanbaSE, so I’m sure those people will vote for you without much thougHT.

In faCT, it scares me more if you guys were to let all those votes pile up during the final rounDS.

“Valkyrie” will gain a large number of votes including those who have stockpiled their votES… And we’ll be the one to beat yOU.

Tsumugi: Everyone will be tired of watching the standard performances by the final rounds, so I’m sure “Valkyrie’s” unique performance will be able to captivate even more people than usual.

Natsume: But we cannot give you that victoRY. We, the “Red Team”, will win every single one of these battlES.

Shuu: Kakaka. How bold of you – You think you can win if you directly confront us? The likes of you?

Mika: Ahaha. That very “Switch” managed to drive us into a corner durin’ the Qualifyin’ Rounds, though ♪

But why are you guys so excited ‘bout it? That’s pretty rare. You guys usually act like you're aimin’ for somethin’ way more important than winnin’.

We’re the same so I thought we were on the same page, though…?

Natsume: How duMB. Do you guys actually know nothiNG?

Mika: ………?

Natsume: I just received news from the “General Leader” of the “Red Team” that “fine’s” Touri Himemiya-kun has been kidnappED.

By “Eden”, the “General Leader” of the “White Team”.

Everyone in the “Red Team” has received postcards with a photograph attached heralding that neWS. NaturalLY, we’re beside ourselves with anger after hearing of this despicable criME.

The red colour of the “Red Team” is the colour of a crimson flaME – the colour of raGE.

Wɇ sħȺłł ƀᵾɍn ɏøᵾɍ vɇɍɏ ƀønɇs Ⱥnđ ŧᵾɍn ɏøᵾ Ⱥłł ɨnŧø wħɨŧɇ Ⱥsħɇs… “Wħɨŧɇ ŦɇȺm”!

Mika: W–Wait. Whaddya mean by kidnappin’? Touri-kun got kidnapped…? We don’t know anythin’ about that!

Shuu: W–What’s going on? What did Tenshouin do!? I can’t believe he couldn’t protect such a dear child…!

No, this must be his plan. I know what he’s up to! He wants us to look like the villains and wants the public to go against us!

Mika: Nghahh, Oshi-san, quiet down! The seats are filled with people so they might hear.

Tsumugi: Indeed ♪ They’re told to turn off their phones inside the stadium, but they can use their phone and go on social media when they’re in the bathroom.

I don’t think everyone will follow the rules.

Shuu: Ridiculous! Idols are role models – That sort of thing happens because idols did it first!

Natsume: AhaHA. You’re amazing for being an idol with that mindset, Shuu Nii-sAN. No one is saying that idols are “humanity’s role models”, you knOW?

It’s just a business that relies on populariTY – It just means you’ll suffer losses if you do something bAD.

Those idols who sell themselves based on an absolute virtuous image committed a filthy crime by kidnapping someoNE.

The “White Team” would suffer a heavy blow if that sort of rumour were to spread, wouldn’t iT?

I bet the the New Year would have arrived by the time you did your own research and explained the truth behind iT ♪

Shuu: You’re speaking… as if it’s a plot of your doing. I’m right, aren’t I? There hasn’t been a poor child kidnapped, has there!?

Natsume: HmM~ I have my own suspicions to be honeST. That news was delivered to us in the name of Nagisa Ran, the “General Leader” of the “White TeAM”.

But if something like that was uploaded on social medIA, then that would truly be too cruel of an imaGE. It’ll damage not only today’s “SS” FinaLS, but our future idol activities as weLL.

Tsumugi: Right. Nagisa-kun tends to be quite eccentric, but he’s smart so I don’t think he’d do something like that.

I’m sure it’s a strategy they used to destroy Nagisa-kun or “Eden”. I won’t forgive whoever they are. It’s been a while since I last felt so angry.

Sora: HiHi~♪ Yes! It’s Sora’s first time seeing Senpai so fired up~

Natsume: Why can’t you just let those emotions out in generAL…?

AnywAY, it’s true that we received those postcards and that Touri-kun has yet to be fouND.

You two probably don’t know but he was the only one missing from “fine” during the opening performance as weLL.

…There’s an actual possibility he has been kidnappED.

That’s why we have to consider everything before making a moVE. We don’t have the time to fool around, eithER.

We’ll do whatever we can without regreTS. Don’t assume we can have a “friendly battle” just like we did during the Qualifying Rounds, “ValkyrIE”.

Mika: …………

Shuu: (What’s going on? Just what on earth is happening!? Nagisa Ran… This is exactly why I can’t trust former members of “fine”!)

(Have you learnt nothing after crushing us to pieces using despicable methods during the War!?)

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[azissuffering]

cannot tell whos winning really i cant

[inniessick]

What the TXT members are like in bed

Pairing: txt ot5 (separate) x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut obvi, dom!yeonjun, taehyun, hueningkai(?), switch!beomgyu, soobin. kissing, PIV, no protection (dont be silly), cussing, teasing, overstim, titty sucking? (soobin), facesitting (kai), lowkey manhandling (beom, tae), choking (tae), crying (good way, tae), bratty beomgyu, mayhaps that's all lmk if I missed anything.

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yeonjun who can't get enough of being so close to you. he's willing to fuck you absolutely silly anytime you want, even if it means every night. its almost a way for him to show how much he loves you. to be that vulnerable with you. it doesn't matter how, when, or where. he wants to be inside of you in some way. drilling into you from behind while you're struggling to hold yourself up altering cumming for the nth time, "cmon babe, really gonna make me hold you up too? fucked ya too good?" he's dragging his lips along your shoulders and back, lighting tugging your hair. every time you clench around him he lets out a groan or whimper. jjunie is not afraid to make noise and let you know how good he's feeling thanks to you. or, lightly rocking into your cunt in the early hours of the morning just before work. he's not saying much, just "love you, feels good," muttering and holding your back to his chest, taking in your warmth. no matter what though, yeonjun always makes a mess of your cunt. granted, he takes his time cleaning you up, but he loves to see how well you've taken him.

soobin who's such a switch. sub leaning of course. what can he say? he just wants to be taken care of. after all he looks after 4 guys, is it too much to ask to come home and have you ride him till he's panting and overstimulated? he may even let you tie him up and have him sobbing just to cum all for you, "please? let me cum, need to. can't take it anymore," or maybe he wants to suck on your tits and rut his hips into yours. surely you'll be nice to him and just give him what he wants right? after all, he's "such a good boy", until you make him jealous. tables turn real quick. he doesn't care if you "didn't mean to," just what the fuck were you doing choosing to sit with his hyung over him? as if that wasn't bad enough you let him drink from the same cup as you! soobin contained it, until you got home. youre immediately taken to your shared bedroom and pinned onto the bed while he has his way with you. he's grabbing your jaw forcing you to look at him, he's spilt load after load into your pussy; truly not caring how much you've gotten off. "you're all mine, got it? only I make you feel this good, baby. nobody can do it like me. not kai, not taehyun, not beomgyu, and absolutely not yeonjun."

beomgyu whos as much of a tease as he is a brat. he just has to have both. he'll have you crying under him and he works his fingers into you, palm grazing over your clit lightly. it's not enough, you really just need more, more pressure, another finger, anything. "beom, please wan' more. ah- need it, please beomie." "not enough, love? you're still writhing under me. not too sure if you deserve anything else." his goal is to make you beg for him, just for him. after he's done fucking you dumb on his fingers and mouth he'll do it again with his dick. he'll play around and let you ride him, he'll let you be in charge for just awhile, but he won't make it easy for you. "let me be in charge, aren't you tired?" grabbing your hips harshly, "i'm so much better at it too, you'll love it. you always like the way I fuck you." he's already trying hard not to hold you down and paint your insides white, but you dont need to know that. you put your all into your movements, lifting yourself up before sinking all the way back down, attempting to shut him up; but it's beomgyu, in the end he's always gonna win. good thing him winning includes making you cum another couple times.

taehyun isn't here to play games. you're gonna listen to him wether you like it or not. all he wants is for you to be good for him, not that hard right? hes always in charge. you like it that way. rough day at work? he has your knees touching your shoulders, hands pinned to your thighs while you scratch at his shoulders and back. "feels good doesn't it? such a good girl for me, all mine." he fucks into you deeper while littering your neck with kisses and hickeys. everyone knows you're his. "all yours tae. your good girl promise. wanna cum for you, may i? please please." he murmurs a small yes into your neck, bringing one of his hands to your clit making you unravel immediately. he's there to make you listen to him. hand wrapped around your throat, bruises left on your hips from his merciless grasp. he'll bite at your skin, curse against it too. he wants to make you both feel good, just on his terms. you wouldn't have it any other way. not when he kisses every part of your skin, praises you, and leaves you breathless with tear stained cheeks from overstimulation. you bet your ass it felt godly too.

hueningkai.. oh hyuka.. he is there to serve!! tired? let him fuck you to sleep while you cuddle his plushies. want to relax? ride his face please and thanks. wanna stop thinking? he'll make you cum so many times you won't know anything but his name. and hyuka will beg for this, he will absolutely get on his hands and knees and do everything in his power to get you to let him. you won't meet a better service top than him. he's rubbing your back after a bath as you sit on his lap, "you seem real stressed baby." you let out a small laugh, "that would be because i am." you don't know quite how you got there but kai has already taken your panties off and is laying flat pointing to his face, "sit, let me make you feel better," "c'mon kai, you don't have to." "please ride my face, i'll take care of you, just wanna make you cum." he has the most convincing puppy eyes too. inching up more and more before resting your core above his face, not fully sitting. he's gonna change that though. grabbing your thighs and sitting you on his flattened tongue. youre nearing release within minutes. he just knows exactly what to do to get to you; it's his job after all. kai himself is moaning against your cunt everytime you grind down onto his mouth. you're in for a good time alright, he's gonna make sure you relax.

a/n: oh hey sorry for my lack of posting.. take this as an apology???????? i'm gonna try and get back to it guys i swear.. anyways just thinking about with the whole of txt thank yew. again i apologize for not updating.. i was not living the life. i'm trying to keep writing again now tho! for txt now too 🧌. i'm trying guys pls don't hate me istg. yes hyuka gets extra words bc.. im hyuka biased I can't help it guys I got carried away...

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[mishkakagehishka]

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No, you’re so right! For regular Deuce, I see him as the sweetest, kindest guy who drinks so much women respect juice because he wants to. Like, to compare to Leona or Ruggie, those two have fear-respect for women (is it called awe in English?), whereas I think Deuce just has a bunch of regular respect for them. I adore him, I wanna make him tea and help him study. He doesn’t deserve the slander I’ve been writing about him.

As for yandere, I agree with you, in that he’d be really manipulative and clingy, like, when he tells Yuu about the time he made his mother cry and how that was a wake-up call to him. He’d totally go “You know, my mum was so happy to hear I have a nice partner like you… I think she actually believes I’ve changed for the better now! I think she’d disown me if I ever lost you :)” in a jokey way, but def mean it as “my mother’s heartbreak will be your fault” if he started thinking he was gonna get the boot. I see him as the type to be a bit delusional and seriously overprotective, but not particularly jealous. That said, I see him as that kind of yandere in a world where his object of affection is either dating him, or is just indifferent to everyone equally. My nice guy (bleugh) Deuce theory comes in because he’s a bit dumb (affectionate), and I feel like if he thinks he has a rival in someone who’s usually openly a mean person, he would, unfortunately, be in danger of adopting the nice guy rhetoric. I don’t think he’d go full Nice GuyTM and use the b-word or slutshame, because he still respects women, but I feel like he would feel entitled to his darling’s feelings purely because he “treats them well” (despite being a manipulative bastard, actually, but when have nice guys ever been self aware?) because he’s kinda daft.

“[…] I wanna hear more of ur vers of deuce and mb u can write somehting for him?” we all read this part of the ask, okay? The following is technically not my fault. I’m sorry.

Word count: 3103 Summary: Ace decides he wants to tease Deuce by not telling him why he was alone with the Prefect of Ramshackle, and Deuce decides he needed to claim her ASAP. Warnings: yandere (toxic, abusive behaviour), implied stalking, a kiss that wasn’t consented to, cussing, entitlement to a person, nice guy rhetoric with the misogyny it carries, threats and manipulation. As always, let me know if I missed anything that should get a warning Note: Yuu/Prefect is refered to with feminine terms and she/her pronouns. I warned for misogyny, but it’s not as severe, I think, though there’s a few “girls like you” type of lines.

It was a peaceful day in the Heartslabyul dorm, for once. With no exams nor projects to prepare for in the coming week, the students of Night Raven College had ample free time that weekend, and in Heartslabyul, that meant rest and sophisticated socialisation, all in the borders of the Queen of Hearts’ rules, of course. With the sun not yet at the mid-point of the sky, a group of four first years were spending their morning playing cards in their shared room, circling from one game to another, mixing and matching rules for different ones until they were playing a completely new game, before returning to a classic once more. Ace, the cheater and trickster of the four, seemed to have been on a winning streak. Though his companions had their doubts, he was as skilled with his hands as he was with his words, able to absolve himself of any accusations that flew his way. “What can I say? You guys just suck,” he grinned, a Seven of Hearts poking out of his sleeve.

It was moments before Deuce, his closest frenemy, was about to point out the card that Ace abruptly got up, bringing a quick end to the game. “Oh, well, since I’ve been winnin’ all this time, this has gotten boring,” he said. “Anyway, I gotta run, promised Prefect I was gonna be at hers ten minutes ago.” He shot a wink to his buddies, a wave of heckling and comparisons to various animals ringing through the room as response. The frown on Deuce’s face either went unnoticed or ignored. “Prefect? Of Ramshackle? What does she want you for?” He inquired. “Wouldn’t you like to know? … hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re makin’ a scary face. Ya jealous or something?” With every word, Ace seemed to have been riling Deuce up more and more, who clenched and unclenched his jaw a couple of times, his glare not easing up. “I’m not jealous, just curious,” he said, finally turning his eyes away from the other. “Have fun… or whatever.” The cards were shuffled and dealt once more; a three-player game was starting.

Deuce wanted to say it didn’t bother him, he really did, but it has been a week since that day, and he just couldn’t stop himself imagining the worst. It’s already been two years since the Prefect had come to Twisted Wonderland, since Ace and he started attending Night Raven College - and since the three of them became inseparable friends. And Grim. Deuce could even say Ace was his best friend, or that’s what he could have said. He had told him he had feelings for the Prefect, he told him he was planning on wooing her… When he mustered the courage to do so. And here Ace was, going round to her dorm, which was still populated only by her and Grim, to spend time there, just the two of them. Just the two of them! It was basically a date! Truthfully, Deuce felt betrayed by them both. By Ace, in whom he confided. He trusted Ace not to break the bro-code, not to try and get into the Prefect’s pants when he’d already claimed her - not outright, but by being the first to show interest in her. And he felt betrayed by the Prefect for no reason that she would know, something Deuce was aware of, but he couldn’t help it. She was to be his, so why was she inviting Ace over, alone? Why was he accepting? It all just made Deuce sick.

So, there he was, seething and steaming while staring up at the ceiling from his bed at two in the morning, the culprit for his bad mood sleeping soundly and snoring away on the opposite end of the room. Picking at his fingers nervously, teeth gritting together, the thoughts that swam through Deuce’s mind ranged from furious to disappointed to just sad. Ace refused to give him the details of their meet-up that day, so what else could it be? It was just the two of them, in Prefect’s dorm - no - in the Prefect’s room more likely! It might as well have been a date. He slapped his hands over his face, stifling a groan. It was supposed to be him. It should have been him. And so, it spun, the desperation and sadness of it not being him, soon to be replaced with anger directed at Ace, at his friend who betrayed him by taking advantage of Prefect’s stupidity, who saw nothing wrong with inviting a man over, alone. And so the feelings progressed to disappointment at the Prefect. She was- is his dream girl. He hasn’t given up, despite all. Deuce truly and honestly believed he loved her. Convinced of it, his heart hurt even more. And she went and chose Ace. Ace, the bully. Over him, who was always so kind, so full of respect, so patient and gentle with her. How could she not choose him, when he was so good to her, when Ace was always the one making her frown, even cry? She might have tried to wave off the teasing insults, and she did do her best to not cry in front of them, but of course Deuce knew when she’d run off suddenly, of course he always followed her. Out of worry. Out of love.

And then it was back to fury, and as the thoughts spun in his head, he spent the rest of the night without much sleep.

He knew he had to confront her; he wouldn’t be able to get closure any other way. It was for closure, is what he told himself, but, deep inside, he’d hoped it was still early in her relationship with Ace (Ace refused to answer any question related to the situation, which Deuce took as an answer of its own), early enough that his own confession would be able to sway her. Make her question her feelings, at least. Give him a chance. He fidgeted with his pen, Trein was droning on as always, but Deuce’s eyes were glued to Prefect’s back. She was writing down everything the teacher was saying, so diligently. She was always such a hard worker, always giving it her all. Ace would be a horrible match for her. Didn’t she know this? As if sensing his eyes on her, the Prefect turned around. She shot him a smile, but Deuce couldn’t even hold eye contact, averting his gaze to his own notes, a deep blush coating his cheeks. He scribbled absentmindedly, trying to make it seem as if he wasn’t just staring at her the entire time.

“So, seriously, are you two… a thing now?” Deuce whispered, not wanting the other students in the cafeteria to overhear. Ace, who was moments away from destroying a plate of macaroni, just shrugged in response. “The hell do you care?” “Well, if my two best friends start dating, I’d like to be the first to know,” he lied. “Would you, now?” “It's… you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Come on, just tell me why Prefect only asked you to come to Ramshackle that day.” “It’s none of your business. Stop being a baby and ask her yourself if you’re so curious.” “I can’t just do that! She’s, I told you how I feel about her. Just tell me if I even still have a shot, or if you’ve already-” “A loser like you ne~ver had a shot. Oh, speak of the devil! Prefect, Grim! Get your asses over here!” Ace waved over the discussed-about person and her companion, pulling out a chair next to him. Deuce glared at him, but Prefect chose to sit opposite them both instead, with Grim taking the seat next to Ace.

For a moment Deuce found himself at a loss for words. Every time he saw her, it was as if he was back at the entrance ceremony as a first year again, in the moment when he saw her for the first time. She was the last of that generation’s first years to awaken, and he remembered it all clearly. Of course he did, the memory of first love is not one many forget. He was just standing around with the other Heartslabyul students, listening to his dorm leader’s words so attentively, until he saw the Prefect. They hadn’t even locked eyes, hell, she didn’t even realise his existence until she asked him to help catch Ace the next day, but it only took a glance in her way for him to fall head over heels in love. And then he watched her, the way her face morphed from confusion, to shock at being told she didn’t belong here, to dread at being told her home didn’t even exist. It was intriguing, yes, but for Deuce, seeing tears welling up in her eyes, the way she looked at headmaster Crowley, eyes wide and scared, so vulnerable, he knew he had to always be by her side. It was a riddling feeling, he couldn’t decide if he liked seeing her in such a state of despair, or if he wanted to protect her from it all, from the entire world if need be. When he looked at Prefect now, that was all he could remember. How sweet, how unguarded she was, how much he could protect her. How good he could be to her.

“Deuce? Hey, are you listening?” She waved a hand in front of his face, and he blinked rapidly, the hand he was leaning on falling to the table. He’d barely eaten, and students were already filing out of the cafeteria. “You didn’t even touch your food. Are you feeling okay?” She was worried. What a darling. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he stuttered out, “just, not really hungry.” “Oooh!” Grim piped up, grabbing a piece of bread from his plate. “Then, you won’t mind if I eat this? And this, too… actually, henchman! Open your pockets, put all this in there.” “My pockets? Are you insane? Just eat on the way to class.” “Speaking of,” Ace interjected, “it’s about time we get going. Crewel’s next period, I don’t wanna get called a bad dog again. Shit’s weird.” “Uh, actually!” Deuce piped up, reaching across the table to grasp at the Prefect’s wrist, keeping her seated. “I need to talk to you; it’ll just be a moment. In private.” He emphasised, more so for Ace’s ears. Ace took a glance at the Prefect, noting how she started shifting in her seat. “Dude, we need to get to class,” he said. “Stay out of it. I just… need to ask her something. It’ll take a moment.”

Ace shrugged, patting the Prefect’s back with a short “Hang in there!” and mouthing “Don’t say anything dumb” to Deuce before he left the cafeteria. Grim, much to his chagrin, stayed, citing how he had to stay at his henchman’s side at all times lest she gets herself in more danger. “It’s nothing, you don’t need to worry.” Deuce noticed how tense she seemed, but still refused to let go of her wrist. Instead, his grip tightened as he stumbled over his words. “Look, I just, I really need to talk to you about something and I, you know, I didn’t want to say anything in front of that guy, but, um, can you… can we meet up in the courtyard after classes end? By the well? I want to talk to you, just the two of us. If you’re- if you’re free.” “Hehe! You gonna ask her out or somethin’?” “NO! I mean, I’m not- stay out of this, Grim! Ugh… that’s all I wanted to say. Sorry for keeping you, let’s just go to class already… you don’t have to say anything right now, just think about it, I’ll be waiting by the well. Just… don’t tell Ace. Please.”

It’s not that Deuce was a smooth-talker, but even the awkwardness of his first year paled in comparison to how tongue-twisted he was around the Prefect. Just her presence was enough to suck all the confidence from him, and make him doubt everything about himself. How his hair looked, whether he smelled nice, if his clothes looked tidy, even how his voice sounded. He still hasn’t lived down the time his voice cracked in front of the entire group – not that Ace would ever let him – but it was still so mortifying to him. It was more than possible to live with Ace’s teasing, especially if he decided to rough him up a bit for it, but why did it have to happen in front of her? And that’s why he was still fixing his hair, using the reflection of the water in the well as his mirror. Not a single hair was allowed to be out of place, it just wouldn’t do. He sighed, shaking his hands and patting down his trousers while trying to cool himself off, and his nerves. He left the class first, the moment it ended, merely glancing in the Prefect’s way, hoping she would be there. It was perfect; nobody was in the courtyard at that moment. Just Deuce and his thoughts. “Hey!” He was startled by the Prefect’s voice once more, quickly spinning around to face her. “I’m here, so…” It seemed as if she felt just as awkward as he did, shifting her balance from one leg to the other rapidly.

With a sharp inhale, Deuce steeled his nerves and looked her straight in the eyes, despite how hard it was to keep eye contact at that moment. "Pref- Y/N. I want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend.” He didn’t see a point in beating around the bush. He’s been waiting for the perfect moment to confess to her for years, and now, with the vibrant orange hue of the sunset providing a romantic background, surrounded by the silence of the school’s courtyard now that all classes have finished and knowing he’s the only man in her eyes at that moment, it would be hard to find a better moment. Besides, the way the fading Sun’s light fell on the Prefect’s features, making her look even more beautiful, would have made it hard for him to keep his feelings inside for longer than a minute, anyway. “Huh?” “I’ve had a crush on you for ages, ever since I first saw you and-” “Deuce, I’m sorry…” she trailed off, hoping she wouldn’t have to outright reject him. After all, “You’re a really good friend to me, but…” He paused. Rejection? “Is it because… are you already, with Ace? Is that why you two have been hanging out alone so often?” “Come on, don’t be like that.” “Like what?” Deuce’s voice was growing in volume with each word, and the shyness of before seemed to have vanished, replaced by an angry tone, sharp and accusatory. “Wait, are you seriously dating Ace? You’re rejecting me because of that punk? Are you fuckin’ with me? Have you forgotten the shit he did to you – the shit he keeps doing to you – or are you really dumb enough to go for a guy like that?” “Deuce!” The Prefect reprimanded him, appalled at his poisonous words. “No, don’t fuckin’ scold me like you’re my damn mother, are ya actually being serious? He was practically bullying you! He still constantly makes fun of you and embarrasses you in front of others, he hasn’t matured a fuckin’ day since we were first years and he’s the one you chose? You know I could- I would treat you better than him. Than anyone! I’m your best damn choice, and you picked the worst instead. I know he made you cry, multiple fuckin’ times. What are you, a masochist?” “Who gave you any right to tell me who I should and shouldn’t choose?! You know, you’re acting like a real ass. I’m leaving.” “No, you fucking ain’t, you’ll listen to me to the end.” Deuce grabbed her bicep, nails digging into her flesh through the blazer and shirt of the uniform. His grip was painfully tight, keeping her from leaving, but still with her back turned to him. “What the- let go of me!” She craned her neck to look at him, trying to pull her arm away, but his grip only tightened, causing her to yelp in response. “No! Obviously, since you picked Ace, you’re the type of girl who likes being treated like this by guys. I’ve been nothing but nice to you all this time and you barely even look at me, so I guess it’s time for a strategy change. I can be just as much of a fuckin’ disrespectful prick as Ace, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t choose me.” “Don’t be an idiot!” “Fuck you, Prefect. You’ll be mine, not Ace’s, not anybody else’s.”

With one more sharp pull to the Prefect’s arm, he turned her around to face him before pushing her against the well. Pinned between him and the well, she had little choice other than to lean against him, fearful of falling into the well. Not that Deuce’s ever-present grip would allow it. His stare was piercing, as if he was gauging her reaction, which was fearful if her uneven breathing and wide eyes was anything to go by. Just like that day at the entrance ceremony. From her bicep, his right hand travelled upwards, holding the back of her head as he leaned in to kiss her. It was an inexperienced, almost sloppy, kiss. The Prefect’s hands shot up, pushing at Deuce’s chest to try and get him to step away, but he used his free hand to take hold of her hip, only bringing her closer to him, leaving her hands crumpled up against his chest awkwardly, unable to do much. The kiss lasted for seconds, but felt like hours to both of them for vastly different reasons.

“I didn’t want to do this.” Deuce said as they separated, heat radiating from his face, coated by a blush that made his words seem almost innocent. “But since girls like you seem to like guys who treat them with no respect, I hope this was good enough. I can do worse, if you’d still rather be with Ace.” The Prefect yelped as his grip on her hip momentarily tightened. “If I must, I can kill him, too. I will kill anyone for you. But I don’t have to, right? Tell me, Prefect.”

“Tell me you only want me.”

[djcanipe99]

Dick : I can't do it.

Jade : What?

Dick : I can't beat him.

Jade : Kladur ?

Dick : Yeah. I been out there walkin' around, thinkin'. I mean, who am I kiddin'? I ain't even in the guy's league.

Jade : What are we gonna do?

Dick : I don't know.

Jade : You worked so hard.

Jade : Yeah, that don't matter. 'Cause I was nobody before.

Jade : Don't say that.

Dick : Ah come on, Jade , it's true. I was nobody. But that don't matter either, you know? 'Cause I was thinkin', it really don't matter if I lose this fight. It really don't matter if this guy opens my head, either. 'Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody's ever gone the distance with Ahm , and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings and I'm still standin', I'm gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that I weren't just another bum from the neighborhood.

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Jade :Dick ! Put on your coat. Just put on your coat. Come on it's not worth it.

Dick : Naw, Jade it is worth it. He's just confused.

Jade : Dick, do you see what's happ...

Dick : [Interrupting] Yeah I do see he's twisted around by Pierce.

Jade : No, come on it's you, it's you, it's not him. You can't live backwards. Come on, you can't turn back the clock, 'cause we live now, we live here.

Dick : Hey Jade I know where we live, what do you think, I'm stupid? I'm not as dumb as you think I am. You don't think I can smell it? I see where we are. Jade, I don't want this no more! I want something good for the family, I don't want this! I don't want this! Jade did I come back here and get my brains beat out for these guys to say 'Hey there goes Grayson just another bum from the neighborhood!' I didn't want this!

Dick : No, come on, nobody says that!

Dick : I'm sayin' it Jade ! I'm sayin' this! I'm sayin' this! When that kid was in the ring, you know, what was I doin'? I was winnin'. When he was winnin', I was winnin'.

Jade : You were winning?

Dick : Yeah it was, it was like my last chance at getting some respect for us you know that?

Jade : I respect you, I respect you!

Dick : [Interrupting] You can't respect me!

Jade: I do respect you!

Dick : No you can't!

Jade : I do! All those beatings you took in the ring, I took them with you! I know how you feel! I know when somebody like Tim comes along you feel alive! But he's not you - he doesn't have your heart! All those fighters you beat, you beat 'em with heart not muscle! That's what Bruce knew, that's why you and Bruce were special, but Bruce’s dead! If there's something you wanna pass on, pass it on to your step daughter!For God's sake your step daughter is lost! She needs you! I know Tim makes you feel great, he makes you feel like you're winning again but you're losing us! Dick ,you're losing your family!

[hyenahunt]

Werewolf - 3

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Summer

Proofreading: 310mc (JP)

Translation: Bella & hyenahunt

Natsume: Just look at Jun-kun. You're leaning against him so much that he's starting to go sideWAYS. Poor THING.

[Location: Seisou Hall Common Room]

Hiyori: You have my utmost thanks for not voting me off! And with that, my victory is decided!

Shinobu: Hooray! Our werewolf team's come out on top~!

Eichi: My, and I thought they were harmless… They certainly pulled the wool over my eyes.

Sora: Haha~, game over! That's a win for the werewolves~♪

Rinne: Dammit… If you hadn't hung me first, we mighta had a chance of winnin'.

Yuta: Excuse me? We all thought hanging you was the safest thing to do, okay? Makes sense, since you're the absolute worst and all. Why're you even so full of yourself to begin with?

Rinne: Damn, kid, ain't it obvious! It's 'cause no one else on the villager side's got smarts and skills like me!

Yuta: Yeah, yeah. Save all that sleeptalk for when you're snug in bed, 'kay~?

Natsume: Good GRIEF… It's that kind of idiotic behavior that cost us the GAME.

I didn't think someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth would be so good at this, THOUGH. I wonder if being rich made him so wickED?

Jun: Right? Ohii-san, that didn't seem like your first time at all.

Hiyori: Heheh ♪ It was an absolute piece of cake~

All the same, it doesn't feel too great to play such a cruel game. A foul weather...

Sora: Cruel…?

Natsume: Big talk from someone who had the time of his life fooling us ALL.

Jun: Is this game really that cruel? Personally, I think it's fun and easy to understand.

Sora: What makes you think that, Dazzling-oniisan? Sora wants to know!

Hiyori: Well I mean, that's it, isn't it? Playing this game requires you to think anything and everything could be a lie. Doubting your own friends is just how you start making progress.

Make a single mistake and you'll be made an example of, and once you are, you have no choice but to be eliminated.

You doubt and deceive your own friends, and despite knowing that one word from you could decide their fate, you up and say it anyway... Isn't that rather cruel?

Natsume: Hmph, how ludiCROUS. It's just a GAME, that’s why we can take it eaSY. Confusing fiction and reality like that is just nonSENSE.

Or WHAT, do you actually think that mystery writers are murderers in real LIFE?

Hiyori: Of course I'm aware of that. That's why I said it doesn't feel too great, but the game itself is fun and all.

This game may be built upon a foundation of cynicism, but I much prefer happier things and the ideal of inherent goodness. Those make a much finer weather ♪

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[Location: Seisou Hall Dorm Room (Leo, Natsume, Nazuna)]

Jun: I haven't been getting any good cards for a while now~ Every pull you’ve swapped with me has wound up in your favour, huh.

Natsume: Yup, seems like I'm in luck toDAY ♪ I must've taken all of YOURS.

Jun: Seriously~? C'mon, gimme a break.

Ah, my turn's over.

Hiyori: ...Is it just me, or have the two of you been getting closer lately? Natsume-kun. Don't you snatch Jun-kun without my permission, got that?!

Jun: He’s not, though. Even if I was being snatched, why would anyone need your permission for that?

Natsume: You KNOW… You're just barging into my room and saying whatever you LIKE, Tomoe-senpai.

Jun-kun's the one who dropped by and said he wanted to play a game in the first PLACE.

I've got the game he wanted to try so badLY, so I'm just playing with HIM.

Hiyori: In that case, Jun-kun's the naughty one here!

Jun: Why.

Hiyori: It's a beautiful thing to form bonds, but it's no good to wag your tail at just about anyone. You ought to have more dignity!

Natsume: ...AnyWAYS, Tomoe-senpai. Would you please stop trying to squeeze between Jun-kun and I?

There's plenty of room elseWHERE. It's too cramped like THIS.

Hiyori: I simply feel like sitting here, you see. I'm just exercising my freedom of choice ☆

Natsume: Just look at Jun-kun. You're leaning against him so much that he's starting to go sideWAYS. Poor THING.

Jun: I can barely even see the screen since he started this.

He's bored 'cause we're ignoring him, so he's being a pain to get back at us.

Hiyori: Never mind all that. Jun-kun, I'll have you know I'm hungry.

Jun: Geez, ignoring me the moment you don't wanna hear something, huh... Well, that's Ohii-san for you.

So? You're hungry, right? But if you eat at this hour, Ibara's gonna pitch a fit, y'know?

Hiyori: That viper's always spitting his venom everywhere, so I shall simply pay him no heed!

Natsume: Come to think of IT, it's already TEN… I was so absorbed in our game I didn't even noTICE. We've been at it for a WHILE...

Jun: In that case, shall we call it a night soon?

Hiyori: Yes, yes. Now then, Jun-kun, let's be off right away for a late night snack!

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[Location: Seisou Hall 1st Floor Passage]

Natsume: Then maybe I'll go to the kitchen TOO.

Hiyori: Hm? What's this? Natsume-kun, you're heading for the kitchen, too? Will you have a late snack with us?

Natsume: No WAY. I thought I'd just get something to DRINK.

—Hm?

Sora: ......

Natsume: (There're people outside… Sora and Kaminari-san? Did they just get back from WORK?

It seems like they're in some sort of deep conversaTION…?

I've almost never seen Sora look so seriOUS… It's different from when he's giving his all at WORK. What could have hapPENED…?)

Hiyori: Whatever's the matter, Natsume-kun? Don't just stand there zoning out — I'd like to hurry over to the kitchen at once!

Natsume: (I'm worried, BUT… Well, I'm sure it's FINE. It's probably not a good idea to pry too MUCH.)

I’m coMING.

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Childhood Crush

Steve x Evie Imagine

WARNING(S): Mild swearing

"Look who decided to grace me with her beautiful presence!"

Steve rolled his eyes upon hearing his best friend in the other room. Sandy must have dropped by to visit him at work again, she's been doing that a lot ever since the pair started going steady. Steve wasn't annoyed because he was jealous of their relationship, if anything he was beyond happy for Soda. It's just that sometimes the couple's display of affection tended to be overbearingly gross to be around.

He decided to ignore them, and continued to work on a gorgeous Corvair in the garage. But right as he got back to work, he heard footsteps approaching him.

"Steve?" Soda called out to him.

"Under the car." Steve replied, "Say, would ya mind passin' me the wrench while you're here?"

"Yeah sure but--"

"Thanks." He cut him off by quickly sliding out from under the car, grabbing the tool out of his hand, and returning to his work.

"Steve." Sodapop stated his name a bit more firmly, but his tone still held a playful sound to it.

"Yeah?"

"Come on out, I want ya to meet someone."

"Uh... I'm a little busy here can I meet this person later?"

"Nope."

Sodapop grabbed the creeper Steve was laying on and rolled him out from underneath the car. Steve looked at his friend with an annoyed expression, still holding the wrench in his right fist as he got up.

"Your lucky I ain't hit you in the head with this thing, I gotta finish this car by four." Steve half-seriously threatened before swapping the tool with a rag.

"You wouldn't do such a thing!" Soda fake gasped.

"I won't?"

"Just shush and clean yourself up."

Steve couldn't help but notice how weird Soda was being, he was always pretty silly but there seemed to be something a little suspicious going on. After he finished cleaning all the grease off of himself, Soda lead him out of the garage and into the store.

"Just... be cool dude." Sodapop said as he threw an arm around Steve's shoulder.

Steve chuckled and shook his head, "What the hell are you up to..."

Steve was at a loss for words once his eyes met a pair of familiar green ones. He felt like all the oxygen in his body was stolen from him as he took in the features of the gorgeous girl leaning against the front desk. Evie Jones, Steve's crush since the third grade. Her dirty-blonde hair stopped just at her shoulders and framed her slim face perfectly. Freckles adorned her cute button nose and prominent cheek bones. Her lips were full and stained with red lipstick. She was hot, and Steve knew damn well he was making a total fool out of himself as he silently gawked at her with his mouth slightly ajar.

"Steve, this is Evie. But I'm sure you already know that." Sandy introduced them with a sly smirk. "Y'all went to school together when you were little, right?"

"Uhm..." Steve had no idea what to say.

Soda cleared his throat and pushed him forward, Evie giggled at how nervous Steve appeared to be. She extended her hand out for him to shake, Steve's eyes darted from her face to her perfectly painted nails a few times. A light blush made it's way onto her face when he took her small hand in his big, calloused one.

"Nice to meet you." She spoke quietly.

Her voice was like music to his ears, Steve found himself even more infatuated with her as every second went by. His childhood crush was already rekindling, and fast.

"Well, Sodapop just invited me to go watch you guys drag race tomorrow night, and I figured Evie could tag along with me." Sandy said suggestively.

"That's only if you want me to." Evie added nervously.

"I'd love it if you showed up. I wouldn't mind a girl as pretty as yourself watch me race." Steve said smoothly, his confidence was returning the more he talked.

"Then I guess we'll see you tomorrow night." Sandy replied with a sweet smile.

Sandy walked up to Soda and gave him a kiss goodbye while Steve and Evie stood looking at each other awkwardly. The blonde pulled away from Soda's embrace and headed for the exit, linking her arm with Evie's while doing so. As they were leaving Evie looked back and sent Steve a small wink.

"See you tomorrow night, Stevie."

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Steve found himself scanning the crowds of people at the drag race over and over again. He secretly hoped to catch a glimpse of the girl that'd been running through his mind the past twenty four hours. He hadn't found her yet. He kept doubting himself, thinking that maybe she wasn't as interested in him as he thought. Little did he know there was a surprise waiting for him.

He sighed deeply and ran his hands roughly over his face, his forehead lightly rested on the steering wheel of his T-Bird. Soda watched him from the passengers seat, a smile plastered on his face because he knew he was thinking about her.

"Don't worry so much about it, kid." He lightly punched Steve's shoulder, "Just focus on winnin' the race for her."

A booming voice announced that the race was starting, so instead of responding to Soda's comforting words Steve just pulled up to the starting line. The both of them eyed their competition once the other car pulled up on the side of them, four greasers sat in a Stingray and sized them up as well.

"Gentlemen! Start your engines!"

Steve's head whipped forward and there she was. Standing ahead in the middle of the two cars was Evie, untying her scarf from her neck and holding it up in the air. Steve hands gripped the wheel tightly as he watched her. She made eye contact with him and smiled brightly, which sent a funny feeling erupting in his stomach. He was going to win, he needed to win. He had to impress her. With a wave of her scarf the cars sped off.

It all seemed to happen so fast, but all that mattered was that Steve reached the finish line way before the other guys did. Sodapop was cheering and hollering beside him, beyond excited for their victory. They both got out of the car and greeted everyone that congratulated them, Sandy soon found Soda and clung to his side.

"Stevie!"

Steve was tackled in a hug from none other than the beauty herself. Evie's arms clung around his neck tightly, after shaking off the wave of shock he wrapped his arms around her. To his dismay she pulled away, but she left her hands clinging on his forearms.

"That was b*tchin'! You were great out there!" She exclaimed.

"Hey, so were you." He replied cooly.

She scoffed, "All I did was wave a scarf in the air."

"Well yeah... but you looked absolutely stunnin' while doin' it."

She looked up at him, adoration evident in her eyes. She liked him a lot, that was very clear. And she hoped that he liked her as much as she liked him. She thought he was adorable the moment he first smiled at her with his crooked teeth in grade school.

"Sooo..." She trailed off, breaking eye contact with him to eye the tattoo on his muscular bicep. "Since you won the race, that means you get the grand prize."

"Grand prize?" Steve stepped a bit closer to the greaser girl, she had to crane her neck up to look him in the eye again. "What's my prize?"

Evie pushed up on her tippy toes to press a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. She smirked up at him, he couldn't stop the big grin that made its way onto his face.

"Well, sh*t..." Steve grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, if that was even possible. "Best damn prize I ever won thats for sure."

Before Evie could reply Steve smashed his lips against her own, capturing her in a passionate kiss. She returned his embrace immediately by snaking her arms around his neck and tangling her hands in his greased hair.

If this was a dream, Steve certainly wouldn't mind if he never woke up.