#because i also am obsessed with kappa

[weiyjling]

i’m obsessed with long haired kappa

[hyunsvngs]

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 - lee minho x gn!afab reader

wc: 6.1k

rating: 18+. MDNI

cw: alcohol, normalisation of getting very wasted, smut (specific smut warnings under the cut, again minors please do not interact!)

synopsis: the best surprises come from the most unexpected sources - like having your crush corner you in a frat party after hearing you confess your deepest desires of him in the background of a video.

a/n: part one of the fratboy series. fratboy lee minho has now taken over my entire brain, my heart, and also my life, so i hope you all enjoy. PLEASE feel free to stop by our askbox to chat to me abt him because truly, i am obsessed.

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sw: swearing, dirty talk, sexy mean minho, no seriously he’s mean, thigh riding, nipple play, begging, dumbification, degradation, penetration with a finger & dick simultaneously, talks about sex slaves (maybe only slightly serious), lovely aftercare

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When the opening notes of Half Moon by Dean met your ears, you couldn’t help but groan. You loved the song, but it signalled an incoming call that you’d been expecting all day. You flipped your phone over, confirming your suspicions; Jisung’s squishy cheeks flashed on your screen as his contact icon showed up.

“What do you want?” you asked as you answered the call, despite knowing very well what he wanted. 

At the beginning of the semester, your best friends had joined a fraternity, Sigma Kappa Zeta. It was an absolute dream - on paper at least. You didn’t have to commit to the endless fraternity obligations, which are often ridiculous and sometimes downright dangerous; although you still had regular invites to the blowout parties, owing to your connections to Felix and Jisung. You’d attended a few of these parties and enjoyed them thoroughly. Being pretty meant you got free booze, and what could be better than getting wasted for free, with two of your favourite people? While ogling their endless hoard of stupidly attractive friends, of course.

Your taste in men could be summarised as… unfortunate. You had an affinity for frat boys, the bigger and stupider the better. Muscular guys, with stupid goofy grins and sleeveless tees, bulging biceps and empty heads. Something about them really got you going, and it frustrated you to no end. But you loved to indulge yourself, and Felix and Jisung knew this all too well. And so, they were left baffled when you very quickly stopped attending these parties. Baffled, disappointed, and worst of all, persistent.

“Hey, angel,” Felix’s voice rang out from your speaker.

“You aren’t Jisung,” you stated.

“Very observant,” he responded, leading you to roll your eyes. You didn't even bother to question why he was calling you from Jisung’s phone. “Anyways, I assume you’ll be in attendance tonight?”

You snorted. “Obviously not.” 

“Y/N!” Felix’s deep voice gave way to a drawn-out whine. “Why not?”

“Cause I don’t want to spend time in your disgusting frat house,” you huffed. 

“Not even for me?” he pleaded with you.

“This isn’t working. You can’t guilt-trip me when I can’t actually see your stupid adorable face,” you pointed out.

“Fine, I’ll turn my camera on-”

“No. Look, why don’t you and Ji come drink with me in my dorm? Like the good ol’ days?” you suggested. Good ol’ days referring to a few months ago, before they’d joined the fraternity.

Felix paused for a few moments. “Fine. Maybe. Only because we miss you!”

“Come over then. See you soon!” You hung up before he could argue any more - you all knew you’d won. 

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Just moments after Jisung and Felix showed up at your door, you began to consider the possibility that maybe you didn’t win after all.

“Y/N!” Jisung cried, before proceeding to push past you and collapse onto your bed. “Why do you never hang out with us any more?!” 

You turned to Felix. “What have you brought to my doorstep?”

Felix shrugged. “He chugged like, three beers before we even left.”

"I guess we'd better catch up then." 

It wasn't long before you were all feeling merry, though it would be amiss to say you'd caught up with Jisung, given that he often seemed intoxicated even when he was sober.

"I miss you guys, too!" you insisted, hushing the boys' griping. And you really did miss them. Since classes had ended, and people had limited obligations, the frat seemed like a 24/7 party house at the moment, which meant you hardly ever saw them. "I just… these frat parties, it's not really my scene."

The look Felix sent you told you that he didn't buy it, not one bit. The look Jisung sent you, on the other hand, told you that he was currently so drunk that he had a very tenuous grasp on reality, and was just happy to be involved.

"I've seen you eye up at least three guys at the frat. Not your scene? Nothing has ever been more your scene," Felix said, his tone accusatory. "I know it's nothing to do with us. So spill. Why are you avoiding the frat?"

Jisung had wandered off to the other side of your room, where he seemed to be making a concoction of different beverages. He didn't seem to be making a mess, so you thought it best to leave him while he was quiet.

You huffed. "Fine. One of your stupid little frat bro's is driving me insane. But I won't say who!" you added hastily.

Felix's eyes glinted. "Driving you insane? In what way? Like, someone's pissed you off? Or they're making you insanely horny and you don't know how to handle it."

You hid your face in your hands with a groan. "You know me too well, Lix."

Felix laughed gleefully. "Changbin?"

"Don't start guessing! I'm not gonna tell you!"

"Chan?"

"No!"

Felix paused, thinking hard. "It's Minho."

"It’s not Minho!"

He cackled. "You're an open book, it's Minho! You're horny for Minho!"

You let out a weak whimper in protest. "I just… God, nobody's ever affected me like this before, Lix! I don't even wanna be around him 'cause I know I'll say something stupid. Or maybe just start drooling on him."

Felix shrugged. "I guess I can't blame you. He is a gorgeous guy."

"Understatement of the century," you scoffed. "If I had to choose between solving world hunger and sucking his dick, I'd choose his dick. A thousand times."

Felix, in that beautiful drunken phase where everything was utterly hilarious, was clutching his stomach, in complete stitches on your floor.

"I'm not even joking, Lix! I'd devote the rest of my life to being his sex slave. He wouldn't even need to feed me, I'll survive off his cum if I have to!"

Felix wiped a tear from his eye. "Stop, stop. You're killing me." He turned to Jisung, who was still apparently playing potions with various different drinks.

"And that," Jisung said to no one in particular, "Is how you make a Hanji Supreme."

"What the fuck are you doing, Ji? Are you vlogging over there? Get your ass over here and listen to what Y/N has to say about Lee Minho."

"Okay, bye!" Jisung said, still seemingly speaking to thin air. He turned to you, eyebrows raised. "Minho? Y/N has the hots for Minho?"

"Unfortunately," you confirmed.

"We could probably set you up with him," Jisung proposed, a dastardly grin on his face.

"No," you quickly denied. "Never. Under no circumstances do you ever mention my name in Minho's presence. Got it?"

Jisung pouted. "But then your dreams are never gonna come true!"

You chewed on your lip. "I feel like a stuttering mess whenever I even think about him. I can't imagine what'd happen if I actually spoke to him."

"Wait, you've never spoken to him?" Felix clarified, and you shook your head. He smirked. "You were saying some pretty vulgar stuff, considering he's practically a stranger."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a creep and a perv. That's why he can never find out about this. Seriously," you said sternly, directing this last part at Jisung. He wasn't exactly known for keeping secrets. 

Felix looked him up and down. "I don't think he's even going to remember this tomorrow, if I'm being honest."

"Yeah," you agreed. "He seems like he's done for the night." The boy was lying flat on his back, the brim of his beanie pulled over his eyes. His phone was buzzing away on his chest, notification tone pinging every few seconds.

Felix sighed. "I just hope he doesn't get one of those second winds."

“Jisung, honey, is someone trying to get hold of you?” you asked, the chiming of his phone growing irritating. You figured he’d texted one of his many booty calls and then instantly forgotten about it.

“Huh?” he asked, clearly not really listening.

Felix’s phone began to buzz on the floor. “Someone’s trying to get hold of me.” He brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, what’s up? He's - he's what?" Felix covered his other ear. "It's really loud over there, did you say he's on the table? Christ - okay, okay, we'll be right over." 

"What was that?" you asked. "Is everything okay?" 

Felix sighed. "Hyunjin's partying a little too hard. Seungmin can't deal with him alone. C'mon, we gotta go wrangle him."

"We just went over this - I'm not stepping foot in Minho's territory, not even for a second," you said adamantly. 

"Relax, he's partying with Theta Chi Theta tonight," Jisung slurred happily, sitting upright and fixing his beanie. "C'mon, Y/N, come party with us!"

Felix looked to you pleadingly. "I can't deal with drunk Jisung and drunk Hyunjin without you. Please."

Fuck. Felix knew you could never say no to his puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine."

Even with the knowledge that Minho was preoccupied somewhere else, you still felt a little wary as you stepped into the house. It did occur to you that you could be a little too terrified of this man, but you knew all too well that both your horniness and your stupidity were utterly limitless, which was always a recipe for disaster.

You heard Hyunjin before you saw him - "Why can't I get naked, though? It's so hot in here!" 

You snickered. He was still on the table, although he looked a little wobbly so you doubted it'd be too long until he came tumbling down. Jisung wandered off, probably up to no good, whilst you and Felix hurried over.

Seungmin breathed a visible sigh of relief when he saw you. "So glad you're here. Okay, I'm off duty. Good luck." He had vanished within seconds. 

Hyunjin waved excitedly when he caught sight of you both. "Hi Lix! Hi Lix's pretty friend!" 

You laughed at his drunken boldness. "It's Y/N," you corrected him.

"I know." He grinned down at you from the table, eyes disappearing into crescents. "You're brave, too," he crooned.

"Brave?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"If I was you, I probably wouldn't show my face around here until the end of the semester, at least," he went on.

Felix narrowed his eyes at the boy. "What are you talking about?"

Hyunjin stared at Felix for a moment. Then switched his gaze to you. Then back to Felix. Before erupting into a fit of giggles.

"Oh my god, please sit down before you fall and crack your damn skull," Felix pleaded with the boy.

"Yeah, and more importantly, explain yourself," you added. 

Hyunjin sat obediently, pulling out his phone and handing it to Felix. 

"Oh fuck," Felix breathed. "I have the group chat muted right now." 

"The group chat?" you enquired anxiously. "Please tell me what's going on." Your paranoia was getting the best of you, and while you stood waiting for someone to fucking explain, you were slowly convincing yourself that you'd stolen Felix's phone and confessed your attraction to Minho in the most crass and unrefined terms.

This wasn't too far from the truth.

Felix opened up a video, skipping towards the end. You noticed Jisung, sitting cross-legged on the floor of your dorm room, chattering away about various beverages. More prominently, however, you heard your own voice, from the other side of the room. 

“I’ll survive off his cum if I have to!”

Your heart plummets to the ground as the memory comes rushing back. Fuck. 

You grab Felix’s arm, holding on for dear life. “Tell me this isn’t happening. Tell me Jisung only sent that to Hyunjin and no one else.”

Felix handed the phone back to Hyunjin and placed his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. “Look, it’s going to be okay. People say stupid shit like this all the time-”

“Oh look, Minho’s read the messages!” Hyunjin calls out.

You put a hand over your mouth. “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“He’s typing!”

“No!” you wailed.

Hyunjin turned his phone around once more. You peered at the screen in turmoil as three dastardly little letters popped up.

lol

"Oh, Y/N, you're so lucky he's not here tonight," Felix said, sounding relieved. Distantly, you felt a shred of relief too, although that was nothing compared to the complete and utter dread you were experiencing. Oh, the consequences of your own drunken, horny actions. Was there anything worse?

"Oh," Felix murmured, pulling his buzzing phone out of his pocket. "Oh." 

"What?" you asked.

"He's calling me." 

You called out "Don't answer it!" just as Hyunjin yelled "Answer it!"

Felix accepted the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Oh my god, I'm scared. Hold my hand." You scrambled for Hyunjin, who grasped your hand in his before giggling.

"Your hands are soft," he commented, apparently having forgotten the Minho debacle already. You swiftly hushed him.

Felix also raised a finger to his lips in a shh motion, before putting the call on speakerphone.

"Are you at the house? Is Y/N with you?" Minho’s voice came through the speaker.

Felix paused, looking at you with wide eyes. You shook your head furiously. 

"Uh, yeah," he answered, the traitor. You fought hard not to scream.

"Can you pass a message across?" you heard Minho ask.

"Sure."

"I'm on my way." The line clicked dead.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. “LEE FELIX WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HIM I'M HERE?" 

"I DON'T KNOW, I PANICKED!" he shrieked back, sounding equally as alarmed as you.

“This is crazy,” Hyunjin commented with a dazed grin.

“You are far too drunk to understand the absolute catastrophe I’m in right now!” you accused him. “Oh my god, what am I gonna do? I need to go - immediately.”

“Not so fast.”

You spun around in complete and utter horror, terrified that Minho had somehow materialised from his other party right back to the frat. Only to find Seungmin standing before you - just slightly less threatening.

“Jisung is far too drunk, and he’s begging for you,” he explained.

“God, what is in the air tonight?” you observed. “Do you guys need to do a fraternity-wide detox?”

Seungmin snorted. “Like that’s ever gonna happen. Go on, Jisung’s in his room.” 

God fucking damn it, why were you such a good friend? You tore up the stairs, bee-lining for Jisung’s room, fully intending on hiding in his bedroom for the rest of the night. Minho wouldn’t find you in there if you locked the door, right? You were even willing to put up with your best friend’s snoring.

"Hey, Sungie," you said gently as you walked into his room. You found him curled on his bed, still dressed in his hoodie, cargos and beanie. 

"Y/N… You're finally here…" he mumbled.

"You sound sleepy. Is it bedtime?" you asked, sitting down on the bed beside him. You tugged the beanie off his head, and ran your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp gently. 

"Bedtime? Hmm… No… It's still party time for now." His words were slurred, and you knew he was just minutes from dozing off - seconds, maybe. 

"Sure," you said, as it was typically better to just agree with him. "You wanna get your pyjamas on? We can have a pyjama party."

"No. I'm comfy like this." You seriously doubted it, but didn't have it in you to battle him right now.

Sure enough, he was snoring less than thirty seconds later. You wondered if it was worth shoving him a bit, to climb in bed beside him, or whether it'd be best to just run home. But you didn't know how far away Minho was, and the thought of bumping into him was too much to bear. 

You deliberated for a few moments, but Jisung's snoring was driving you insane, and you quickly realised that you weren't equipped to deal with it tonight.

You pulled out your phone, opening Felix's contact.

[10:44pm] You: lixie do u have minho's location?

[10:44pm] You: lix please please please

[10:44pm] You: felix pls i need to know how far he is

You sat on the edge of Jisung's bed, leg bouncing with nerves. Why was Felix always muting his damn notifications?

[10:48pm] Lix: idk sorry :( i think his party was nearby though

[10:48pm] Lix: look, just run to my room

[10:49pm] Lix: you'll be safe there

You weighed up your options. 

Option one: stay here with Jisung, awake all night owing to his snoring and his complete domineering of 90% of the bed space, stressing about Lee fucking Minho.

Option two: run out of the frat house, and all the way home to safety, but risk bumping into Minho on your way out.

Option three: run down the hall to Felix's room, where you can vent to him all night and then eventually fall asleep with his sunshine cuddles.

It could only be option three.

His room was just down the hall, you reasoned. You would yank open the door, tear down the hallway, and land safely in Felix's bedroom. It would be easy. 

You took a deep breath, before pulling open the door and preparing to run.

“Ah. Look who it is.” 

Shit.

Minho stood in the hall with an unreadable expression. His eyes scanned your whole frame, and he took his time with his scalding gaze. His eyes crawled all the way up your legs, lingering up your thighs. Slowly moving from your hips, to your waist, to your chest. Before landing on your eyes - that’s where his inspection burned the most. You couldn’t even breathe. 

“All bark and no bite, hm?” 

“I… I just…” you stammered weakly.

He continued to stare at you, waiting for you to finish. “You just?”

“I’m sorry!” you managed, your voice barely above a squeak.

He folded his arms across his chest, looking amused. “What, pray tell, are you sorry for? For blabbing about my dick to anyone who’ll listen? Manners mean everything, sweetheart, you could’ve just asked me nicely. There was no reason to bring everyone into our business, now, was there?”

You simply blinked at him. You weren’t capable of anything more. He was clearly waiting for a response, though, smirking over at you expectantly. “W-What?” you managed eventually.

“Or are you apologising for your dirty mouth? Honestly, I didn’t expect that from you. You look so sweet, who knew you could be so… improper.”

You felt dizzy. “Improper?”

He pouted at you, and it was dripping with condescension. “Can you speak, darling? Or are you so cock-hungry you can’t manage more than a one-word answer?”

“I-I just don’t know what to say, is all,” you whispered.

“Just give me a yes or a no,” he invited you, holding his hand out for you to take.

You gave him a slow nod, placing your hand in his shakily. He smiled as if to say ‘right answer,’ before opening the door right next to Jisung's, and leading you into his bedroom. The room was remarkably neat and tidy, and you would’ve been impressed if you could even begin to process it. All of your mental energy was focused on not combusting - or coming on the spot. 

He allowed you to step into the room before closing the door behind you. You were then quickly pushed up against it, Minho pinning you against the wood with his hips. Had that squeal really just come from your mouth?

His eyes were transfixed on your lips. You waited, heart hammering in your chest, while he had you trapped there. Until this point, you really hadn't been sure whether he was angry at you for saying such explicit things about him. The look in his eyes revealed everything - he wanted you just as badly.

He leaned in slowly. Torturously slowly - evidently, he was going to take his time with you. His lips met yours in a gentle peck, which he repeated, again and again. You sighed against his lips, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling him closer, but he merely smirked against your pout.

"Please," you breathed.

"You're so desperate," he said with a low laugh. "I could give you what you want, Y/N, but I know you wouldn't be able to handle it."

"I can take it," you protested, your voice sounding much whinier than you wanted it to.

"You can?" he asked, cocking his head and looking down at you condescendingly. You nodded insistently. "Okay."

Minho picked up the pace. His lips were soft but they bit at yours harshly. His tongue entered your mouth and you savoured his taste, sucking on his tongue gently.

Your hands went to the button of his jeans, swiftly unbuttoning it. Minho pulled away, stepping back and leaving you pouting once more. He laughed, that awful patronising sound yet again, that made your palms sweat and your thighs sticky. 

"What, you think you're gonna get my dick that easily?" he asked, cocking his head at you. "No, honey." 

"Please?" you asked. It sounded pitiful, even to you.

You watched as he went to his neatly made bed, tugging off jeans and laying back. "Come here," he instructed, lounging back against the wall. "Take your clothes off for me."

"T-Take my clothes off?" you asked meekly. It sounded pitiful even to your ears.

The look he gave you was scathing, although he did seem rather amused by the pathetic show of stupid desperation you were unfortunately displaying. "Well you can't expect to stay fully clothed if I'm gonna fuck you, right?"

You nodded, standing in front of him and looking down at your feet. "I… I feel shy all of a sudden."

"You feel shy? I don't know if you'd make such a good sex slave after all." He laughed before growing serious. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'll look after you, if we do, but the choice is yours."

His kinder tone set you at ease, and made you realise that you really wanted this, you were ready for this. It also brought about the realisation that you much preferred it when he was mean. You didn't want to dwell on what that meant, though. 

You gathered your courage and slowly pulled your clothes off, standing before him in nothing but your underwear. Minho said nothing, but you felt as though you were on fire under his gaze. 

He wasn't the only one who was enjoying the view. Your eyes traversed his toned thighs, mouth watering as you thought about how it'd feel if he were to press one between your legs. He wore plain white briefs, and you couldn't help but stare at the prominent bulge inside them. Even semi-hard it looked huge. You noticed it twitch ever so slightly, as he looked over your exposed body.

Minho spread his legs slightly, before tapping his left thigh. "Come on, darling. I know what you want."

Was he a mind reader? You wasted no time, climbing onto the bed, straddling his thigh and beginning to slowly grind. He tensed it, so firm and strong beneath you. The perfect platform for you to drag your clit across. 

Minho's hands went to your waist, holding you gently, guiding you as you rolled your hips.

"That's it, baby, there you go," he encouraged you. The friction was enough to make you sweat, the pleasure overwhelming you. He was right - maybe you couldn't handle this. You couldn't even imagine how overwhelming it would be to actually feel his hands on you, feel his dick inside you. 

His dick.

You could see it growing harder in his briefs, a small damp circle near the head where precum had leaked. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer; your hand reached out almost involuntarily, cupping his bulge gently. It was firm, and warm, and growing bigger seemingly by the second.

Minho took your hand, instantly re-directing it. "No, no, don't touch. Not until I say you can."

"But I can see how hard you're getting," you said. "You want it, Minho!"

"Unlike you, I know how to restrain myself." He patted your waist gently. "Keep riding."

You gave a frustrated huff, but did as he said. 

Minho brought a slender finger down to your crotch, hooking it around the fabric of your underwear and moving it out of the way. "Let me see that pretty pussy," he murmured.

The new exposure made you moan aloud, hands gripping Minho's shoulders firmly as you rode him.

"Please," you whispered. "Please, Minho."

"Please, what? Use your words."

"Please fuck me," you asked.

He pretended to consider it for a moment. "Hmm… No. Not yet."

You groaned. "I need it, though!"

Minho snickered. "Don't be such a brat. I want to take my time with you, okay?"

"You can take your time next time! Just - please - fuck, please, I need it."

He raised an eyebrow with you. "Oh, so there's gonna be a next time, is there?" 

You ignored his quip. If you couldn't get in his pants just yet, you'd focus your attention elsewhere. You lifted his shirt slowly, revealing his stomach, where you found lightly toned abs that only made you more desperate to feel him. Miraculously, he humoured you, pulling his shirt over his head.

You gasped, running your hands down his chest. He was beautiful, tight pecs and perfect little nipples that stood to attention in the open air of his bedroom. You ghosted a finger over one of them, entranced.

"I thought that'd shut you up," Minho commented under his breath.

"Beautiful tits," you muttered unintentionally as you admired his pecs.

Minho smiled. "I could say the same thing about you, angel." He placed a hand on your back, pulling you closer and bringing one of your nipples into his mouth. He wasn't gentle about it, sucking and biting without holding back. You cried out, your hips pausing their grinding motions, your system completely overloaded by his harsh actions on your sensitive nipple.

"Keep riding," he mumbled, not even taking your nipple out of his mouth as he spoke. 

You dragged your clit across his muscular thigh, whimpering loudly as you went. "Oh god, please, Minho! I need you inside me." 

"Then beg for it."

You wasted no time. "Please, Minho, please, please! I need your cock, I've never needed anything this bad. I know I'm just a filthy little slut but please give me what I need, fuck, I'll die if you don't!" 

"You really are a filthy slut," he agreed, lifting you from his thigh and laying you on his bed. 

"Yes, yes, please Minho!" you babbled.

He pulled your underwear down, leaving you completely naked before him, before tugging his own briefs off. 

Holy fucking shit, you thought.

His dick was beautiful. That was the only way to describe it - fucking beautiful. It was long, with a vein running along the underside, and the girth was decent too. The head was thick, and red, and if you weren't so desperate to be fucked you would've sucked on it for hours. 

"I know you want it," Minho said. "But do you deserve it?" He stroked his dick slowly, and you watched as the head disappeared into his fist, emerging again as his hand ran along his shaft.

"I don't know, but I need it," you insisted. "I'll do anything." 

Minho shook his head, but he looked smug. "Alright, baby. If you need it that badly."

"Yes, yes, yes," you chattered, intoxicated by a dick that you hadn't even felt yet.

He pushed your knees up to your chest, and you hooked your arms around them, holding them in position and peering down to watch his motions. "Such a perfect pussy." He rubbed the head of his dick across your clit, and you whined loudly. Distantly, you wondered if the sounds of the frat party below would even be enough to drown out your incessant noises of pleasure. It was irrelevant, though; you didn't care enough to stop.

He dragged his dick through your folds, over your hole, back up to your clit. Minutes ago, you would've killed a man to have Minho touch your pussy, but already you wanted more. He made you so greedy. It felt good but your thirst for more was unbearable, intolerable.

"Alright, baby, are you ready?"

"Yes!" you cried out.

Slowly, he sunk the tip of his dick inside you - just the tip. Thick as it was, it slid in with hardly any protest. He sighed as it went in, clearly needing the sensation more than he let on.

"More," you pleaded.

"You'll take what I give you, when I'm ready to give you it." Minho saw you roll your eyes at this, but said nothing.

He pushed the head in and out of your hole, never putting more than two inches inside. 

"Please give me the whole thing, Minho!"

He simply shook his head. "You wouldn't be able to handle it. Dumb baby."

"I can handle it!" you insisted. "I swear I can!" 

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow that told you he was unconvinced. "You can?" You nodded. "You're gonna cry like a little baby." 

"Just give me your stupid dick right now!" 

Minho laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, baby. Here comes my stupid dick."

He held your legs down against your chest, and slammed his whole length inside you. You saw stars. He thrusted, hard and fast, and you were somewhat aware that you were moaning probably louder than you ever had before, but all you could truly focus on was his cock filling you up. He was hitting your g-spot on every single thrust, grunting as he fucked you.

"God, you're tight," he groaned. He re-positioned his hips, and somehow managed to hit deeper. You felt him against your cervix, and cried out in pain.

"Too much," you weakly protested as your eyes filled with tears. 

"I thought you could handle it?" he said, his voice lacking any sympathy. "Fucking pathetic, begging for a cock you couldn't even take." 

"I-I can, just not so deep."

Minho smirked down at you. "It's not my fault my dick's so big," he said, but adjusted his thrusts slightly anyway. 

"I can take it," you promised. "I-I can take anything you give me, Minho."

"That's right, baby. My filthy little whore." His voice was calm, but his eyebrows were furrowed and sweat was dripping down his forehead - the pleasure was overwhelming him just as much as it was destroying you. 

Minho leaned down, connecting his mouth to yours as he fucked you. You sighed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help but moan. His dick fucking your pussy, his tongue fucking your mouth. This was heaven, you were sure of it.

He pulled away. "You think you could take some more?" 

"More?" you asked, eyes wide. 

"Just a little more. For me?"

You nodded hesitantly.

Minho paused his thrusts, but before you could whine in protest, you felt his finger rubbing at your opening. Slowly, he pushed his index finger inside, along with his dick. The painful stretch was incredible, and you whimpered at the feeling. 

"There you go, babe," he said, beginning to thrust once more. He closed his eyes, losing himself to the sensation. "Fuck, this is nice and tight."

You were barely even lucid at this point. You babbled incoherently, unaware of what you were even trying to say. You were completely and utterly spellbound by his dick, by the sweet burning stretch. 

"Touch yourself for me, baby," Minho directed you. 

"F-Fuck- I don't know if I can-"

"I thought you wanted to be my sex slave, hm? Pretty little slaves do as they're told." 

You whined, but obeyed his command. "M-Minho… I'm gonna cum if I keep going."

Minho barked out a laugh. "Cum then. I don't care. But don't take your fingers off that pussy, not even for a second."

You were beginning to think that maybe you weren't cut out for this. You hadn't even reached your climax yet, and already the overstimulation was too much. Your stretched out pussy was throbbing, and you jolted each time Minho's dick pounded your g-spot. You were drenched, covered in your own sweat as well as Minho's, which was dripping onto you from his hair, his forehead, his neck. The air in the room was thick, and smelled entirely of Minho - you were covered in him. He looked like a god above you, fucking into you like it was his life's mission.

It was too much for you to handle, without a doubt. And yet, you'd be happy to spend the rest of your life underneath him. Or on top of him. Or in any position which meant his dick could be inside you.

"Minho… Minho!" you whimpered.

"C'mon, baby," he encouraged you, his voice strained. From the sounds of it, he wasn't far from finishing either - although you got the sense he could keep going all night if he willed himself to. "Cum around my cock like the dirty little whore you are." 

That was all the prompting you needed.

Your ears started ringing. You let the almost unbearable feeling of ecstasy wash over you, flooding Minho’s cock. You knew you were crying out maybe a bit too loudly - but you didn’t care, thrashing in Minho’s hold and grasping the bedsheets for dear life as he fucked you through it. He didn’t slow his pace, riding out your intense orgasm caused by the man of your dreams and making you feel as if you’d been set on fire.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Minho crooned, continuing to fuck you as he went after his own orgasm. You could only manage a high-pitched whine in response. "Just a little longer, baby, you can do it. Just lie there and let me use your tight little pussy, that's it." His voice was hoarse, and the veins on his neck were prominent. You knew he was going to cum soon, but you didn't know if you could hold on. You were over-sensitive to the point of pain, hands gripping Minho's bed sheets.

"Cum - give me your cum," you urged Minho. "Now, please."

His eyes widened. Your command had seemed to catch him off guard a bit. He pulled out of you, and you watched as thick ribbons of pearly white cum oozed onto your abdomen. You gasped gently as you watched. It was perhaps the most beautifully erotic thing you'd ever seen. His dick was definitely a contender for the prettiest one you'd ever fucked, and his cum was thick and heavy, dripping from the tip like a waterfall.

"Thank you," you whispered. He leaned in, kissing you deeply. He tasted like sweat, hot and sticky, and you moaned. 

He pulled away, before planting one more kiss on your forehead. "You're welcome."

Minho stood, going to the other side of his room. You tried to follow him with your eyes, but you felt so weak and tired that they slipped shut immediately. He returned seconds later, and you lay still, sighing as he cleaned you up. His touch was so gentle, so soothing, so different than it had been just minutes before.

"That better?" he asked, discarding the towel.

You nodded. "You want me to go crash with Felix?" you asked, unsure of what exactly this arrangement was.

"Nah, you reek of sex. Felix wouldn't want you." He helped you climb under the covers. "Plus, I wouldn't mind some company tonight." He slid into bed beside you, and you rolled over, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, and you felt incredibly safe secure, especially considering just how utterly terrified you'd been of this man a few hours ago.

You giggled softly, so tired and fucked out that you felt a little delirious. "Can't believe you fucked me, Minho."

Minho gave a short laugh. "Can't believe you convinced me to fuck you so easily. You're a little minx. I really wanted to play with you some more."

You nestled into his chest. "I guess there'll have to be a next time then, huh?" 

"Yeah," he agreed. "If you're lucky."

"You wanna fuck me again, Minho, I know you do," you mumbled. "I saw the look in your eyes when you came. You need my pussy."

Minho was silent for a few seconds. "You're awfully bold for someone who was crying on my cock ten minutes ago."

"...Yeah." 

"Get some sleep, sweetheart." No more than ten seconds later, you were sleeping in his arms. 

You slipped into the land of dreams, where you went on to fantasise about Minho - his thighs, his neck, his tummy, his hands. His kisses, his touches, his dick in your throat, in your holes. Minho everywhere. Were you completely insatiable? Maybe. But it seemed very likely that he'd give it to you again. In your sleep, you smiled.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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[not-so-plus-ultra]

Look, I'm not saying you have to like Kazuki and Enta together when nothing canon is explicitly stated, but I can't think of the post-Enta-getting-1-hit-KO'd scene with Kazuki looking at him lying in the hospital bed as anything but a romantic realization. Sure you could think that Kazuki falling to his knees thinking Enta can't die without "telling (him) how he feels" as just him wanting them to be open and honest with each other again even if he doesn't reciprocate or something but it just feels like some tragic gay shit to me right there. I think Kazuki just hadn't acknowledged learning about Enta's crush up until then because he was too worried about other things + with how much he struggles with connecting with others perhaps he was scared that if he thought too much about it and realized he liked Enta back, that their connection could change, that maybe something could get messed up thay cant be messed by staying friends, and just not thinking about it was the safest thing to do. But that hospital scene? Him watching his best friend die and falling to his knees and the first thing he thinks about is *god i wish you live through this and come and confess to me* ???

Also something silly I noticed but Kazuki gets a lot more physically affectionate with him right after the fact, too. Kazuki's always loving to his friends, but until then I had never seen him going in for a hug or anything like that, but the second Enta is back, albeit in his kappa form, he regularly kneels down to him and holds him close. And Enta's very clearly all 😳😳 about it too, Kazuki might be THICK as CONCRETE for most of the series but you can't miss your bestie blushing like hell because of your hugs right after you learnt he's been simping for you for years on end. And you could think it's just because he was so scared of losing him (and he was, not saying otherwise) but I don't think Kazuki would just get touchy like that knowing Enta's crush to go and get his hopes high like that

Or maybe I am delusional as all hell because I am OBSESSED with them. Don't take my gay kappa brainrot too seriously :P

[x-birdsong-x]

😈😈

Hester/Chanel; Zayday/Grace; Grace/Chanel; Zayday/Libby; Sadie/Libby; Sadie/Chanel; Chanel/Libby; Gigi/Wes; Boone/Pete; Hoffel/Gigi; Chanel/Chad; Chad/Pete

Chanel/Hester:

They're everything to me I can not believe the old fandom slept on this ship. Canon itself is insane about them. I'm insane about them. I can't say too much because if I do then I just won't stop talking.

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Zayday/Grace:

Canon really should've explored Zayday more in general but put these two together and there's actually such a tragic story there and I'm obsessed with it. Was she there to see Grace's breakdown. Did she leave Kappa the same time Grace did. Do you think Zayday ever gets asked about Grace. How often do you think she thinks about Grace in Stanford. How do you think she feels when Chanel's able to tell them it was a Devil in her car. How do you think she feels when she tries to visit and she's told Grace isn't there. How do you think she feels about the theory that reveal comes with.

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Grace/Chanel:

Insane. Strangers to enemies to enemies-for-a-different-reason to enemies to friends to possibly lovers to enemies to one kills the other. Oh my god.

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Zayday x Libby:

I still would love to know where pairing them up in S2 came from but also I am not complaining one bit. They're so weird they're adorable they complement each other so oddly well.

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Sadie/Libby:

Made that bit more interesting in Devil!Libby AUs or our little idea where Hester sends only Chanel to Palmer but there's some questions worth asking about these two's relationship that canon doesn't really answer. Wish canon had stuck to their deal about outliving Chanel given that not only gives something to their dynamics with Chanel but ofc their dynamic with each other too.

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Sadie/Chanel:

This is another duo we actually have a good amount of unanswered questions about but at the same time what canon gives us is enough to make fair guesses that still fit with their characters. It's a real shame S2 dangled Sadie over whatever tone-changing cauldron they threw Cassidy in because S2 had more than enough of a chance to have her interact with the others if it had pushed to get as much into each episode as S1 did (Ghost Stories is my favorite example of that)

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Chanel/Libby:

Another Libby ship made that bit more interesting in Devil!Libby AUs but they're fucked up and fun to mess around with and I can understand the old fandom's focus on them. The questions for the prev two go for each of the Chanels pre-S1 it seems but they're major AU potential. Wish canon acknowledged the things it set up for them more.

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Gigi/Wes:

Affectionately I hate them so much and it's not Gigi's fault whatsoever she's done nothing wrong here. I do like how cute their first scenes are and their little talk in the classroom in Chainsaw is still a great moment for Gigi but Wes is such a prick and his absolutely ridiculous character-butchering is hilarious and also canonically Wes is... a footnote in Gigi's story. The focus of her story in canon's present timeline is her relationship with her kids. I think she should be allowed to kill him a few times in hell.

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Boone/Pete:

I hope you die I hope we both die you are coming down with me hand in unlovable hand.

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Hoffel/Gigi:

They'd absolutely despise each other.

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Chanel/Chad:

lmao. the ace lesbian and the bi with seven dead boyfriends.

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Chad/Pete:

(They have the same boyfriend)

[coldwind-shiningstars]

jsyk, it was very cool seeing you in the Moth video :3 I am both fascinated and horrified by the implications of that section. But also, I have *such* a weak spot for gentle death type characters like yours seemed to be <3

Thank you!!! <3 I'm glad you liked it, I had a great time!

Moth asked me a few months ago to make a character for c!moth's dream realm, hence Anathema's campfire story, and I a) also like gentle death type characters, b) have an enduring interest/obsession in specifically water fairies (like kappa, water horses/kelpies/capaill uisce, rusalka) and c) wanted something that would... interact interestingly with cMoth's Whole Deal. This character was specifically meant to be The Minecraft Mob Version of a qallupilluk, which are known for knocking on the ice and drowning children, and I went with the version of then raising the dead kids? Moth feels very guilty about bodysnatching Anathema even though it didn't do it "intentionally," they don't get along right now, and they both only have memories of resentment, with Anathema feeling like nobody helped him and he was deliberately excluded, which I think contrasts interestingly with a definitely sentient creature going "I killed these kids, I'm going to keep doing it, I don't feel bad about it because clearly nobody cared about them before if nobody warned them I was here killing kids, and I love them very much"?

edit: also as kids my cousins and I had a lot of fun lighting methane bubbles in bog ice, which is why there's so many soul campfires! you know how will o'the whisps are often in bogs? ice version of that

[psychewritesbs]

Chapter 195: Sakurajima Colony: The new guy has captivated me

Its no longer JJK-Sunday...

But I’ve been marinating on my thoughts on this last chapter and I have to say I love whatshisface. 

No.

Really.

What’s his name again?

Miyo?

Yes! Miyo.

Anyways, he looks like he’s totally inspired by the Japanese spiritual entity or Yōkai, the Kappa.

Apparently Kappas like to sumo so... there’s that.

But I think my favorite aspect about Miyo possibly being inspired by a Kappa is how wise he turned out to be? According to lore, Kappa’s have keen intelligence. 

The thing about Miyo is that his keen intelligence isn’t expressed in the traditional sense of the word...

Gege literally took him from a sumo obsessed meat-head who can’t follow directions...

who has single-minded determination fueled by all three-brain cells (all of them drunk or high on acid) in his brain.

who is idiotic enough to break into people’s homes... like, who does this?!

To a perceptive and soulful dude who can peer into someone’s heart and have a conversation about the nature of reality.

I mean, look at his eyes and the way they are focused very intently on Maki.

I may be reading too much into it but there was something so soulful about their interaction.

And Gege basically accomplished this characterization in a couple of panels in two chapters tops.

It’s quick and dirty. After all, JJK is fast-paced.

My guess is that Gege isn’t going to spend too much time on him, but he’s still managed to give him a multi-dimensional personality in that brief time.

Danchou has been sharing some really good thoughts on the subject of Maki’s character. 

While I like Maki as a character (she’s cool af), I don’t find her relatable so I can’t really relate to her struggles and her character arc.

So the way I am understanding this on my end is that Miyo’s role here is to help Maki achieve the equivalent of what the strongest sorcerers are doing. I think. 

But instead of doing it with the mind (psychological sense of self), she has to experience it with her body (physical sense of self). Since she doesn’t generate cursed energy.

There’s something here about the nature of Cursed Energy and its relationship to the mind, body and soul, that I have to wonder whether the soul isn’t Cursed Energy itself.

Basically, Maki is tapping into the nature of reality with her body. She can consciously smell the light and see the sound. I’d say she’s enlightened in her own way.

And I have to say that I thought the whole thing carried a really beautiful sentiment despite how quickly it moved.

And I think that’s something that JJK excels at. 

Gege likes to deliver little punches of poetic justice as part of how the story moves forward.

I think at this point, the arc is less about Maki fighting Naoya again and having another girl boss moment, and more about what she could not see about herself and how that was limiting her ability to truly explore the next level of her potential like the girlboss that she is.

I feel like if she defeats Naoya now, I’m not so worried about what that’s going to look like because it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m hoping Gege continues subverting expectations because he rarely relies on clichés. 

So all that matters now is seeing Maki understand and embody something fundamental about herself that is going to help her tremendously and...

I literally wanted to screenshot the entire chapter.

I don’t remember exactly, but isn’t her Katana associated with some Japanese legend regarding geese? I just get callback vibes to when Mai created the Katana for her in this panel.

And so Maki is in her body.

Also the little cape disappeared.

a haiku.

Anyways, apparently in this week’s chapter everybody’s favorite worm shows his human face again?

Note to self: Trust the Gege! 

[titan-fodder]

Prima Vista Part II

[ previous ] 

Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 10.2k

Warnings: specific character attributes (not appearance, mentioned favorite color, movie, etc.), oral, rough sex, multiple orgasms, Erwin is kind of annoying, semi-exhibitionism, too much testosterone  A/N: And, here we go again. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part and told me about it. This one’s for y’all~

Mike immediately notices when you start to avoid him. You had already been doing it, but now it's to the point of ducking into buildings you have no business being in and walking a little too briskly when you catch sight of him somewhere on campus. You also won't get anywhere near the Pi Kappa Alpha house.

 And, he gets it. He fucked up that night. Or, he didn't fuck up, but he opened up. Too much. Showed that he was willing to be vulnerable, and you obviously had not liked that. 

 The first week of watching you duck and cover from afar isn't so bad. He's a little bummed, yeah, but he figures you'll come around, if not for him then at least for his dick. 

 But, one week turns to two, and Mike gets irritated, a little angry even. Because it's not like he did anything wrong. It's not like you haven't wanted it every time. 

 He doesn't know your class schedule exactly, but he does know when you get out of your 11 AM and have to cross the courtyard to your dorm. It's where Mike caught you last time when he was playing frisbee with Nile, and it's where he catches you now. 

 Your speed walking is no match for his normal stride, and he easily closes the distance between you two and grabs your wrist to tug you toward a more private area by the library. 

 "What the fu—what are you doing?" You spit, pulling yourself free. 

 "What are you doing?"

 "Trying to get to my fucking room to nap! Is that okay?" 

 Mike ignores it, glances over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching, then asks, "Why are you avoiding me?" 

 Scoffing, you mumble an unconvincing, "I haven't been avoiding you."

 "Bullshit."

 "I've just been busy, okay? Midterms are coming up, and I'm falling behind…" He can tell you're lying by the way you can't meet his eyes. "I need to focus."

 "Am I that big of a distraction?" 

 You don't miss a beat—"Yes," and your eyes widen at your own answer like you're surprised by it. 

 Mike raises his eyebrows, taken off guard, and you try to cover your tracks. "I mean, like, I don't have time to be fucking frat boys. And, I know you have the pick of the litter, so it's not like you'll go without." 

 He has to bite his tongue, a confession right on the tip of it—I pick you—but knows that's the last thing you want to hear. It's too early for thoughts like that anyway. You're too closed off, and he's too transparent. It's not like anything serious could work out anyway, and even if it could, he shouldn't tie himself down. 

 "I mean, yeah, but—"

 You hold a hand up, take a deep breath. "Look, I'll be honest with you. You seem like an okay guy, but you should find some other girl to do this with. I don't wanna be another notch on your bedpost—"

 "Then, don't be. We can just hang out."

 "Yeah, we tried that at the party and still ended up sleeping together."

 "We can make it a rule then." He's trying too hard, he knows, but he can't help it. "No fucking. I won't come onto you, and you won't come onto me."

 You snort and pick at the hem of your shirt, obviously not buying any of this. "Why do you wanna be friends so bad anyway? Is it the hard-to-get thing? Is it that I'm making it difficult?"

 "Maybe but not entirely."

 Why does he want to be your friend so badly? You haven't given him any real reason to. You can bond over nerd shit here and there, but other than that, you don't have a lot in common. 

 You just seem… Cool. Aloof. Like you don't give a shit about anyone or anything, and Mike never thought he'd find that attractive in a girl, but apparently he does. 

 "Just come over one more time. We can watch something again or—"

 "I'm not going into your room again!"

 "You don't have to," Mike says, speaking with his hands to emphasize his point. "We can stay in the living room. Totally public. Any of the guys could walk in."

 "Has that ever stopped any of you before?"

 Not a hundred percent of the time. Mike has definitely seen more of Erwin and Gelgar than he'd like, but he can tell a little white lie.

 "Yes." 

 You stare up at him, a skeptical look on your face, and then, "I'll see if I can pencil you in." 

 "Fuck yeah, I promise I'll show you a good time without, like, showing you a good time." 

 "Yeah, whatever." 

 You're unimpressed, turn to walk away, but Mike is feeling a little too triumphant, a little too bold, and catches you before you can get too far. 

 He premises, "Just to get it out of my system," then bends down and kisses you. Palms covering your cheeks, fingers curling around the back of your head kisses you. He uses both of his thumbs, just under your mouth, to part your lips so that he can slide his tongue past them, and you push at his chest half-heartedly, no real force to it as you let him lick into your mouth. 

 The first whimper that escapes you is what makes you break away, your hands stronger against him to shove him back, and Mike smirks when you glare at him. 

 "You're on thin fucking ice, Zacharias. Thin ice."

 "I'll keep it in mind."

 With that, you leave the little alcove the two of you were in, grumbling and cursing the whole way. Mike just watches the sway of your hips and licks his lips. 

 *

 You come over on a Saturday afternoon. Mike can tell you've tried to make yourself look not cute in loose, ripped jeans and a t-shirt, but it doesn't work. Mike still smiles, and you still roll your eyes at him before kicking your shoes off by the door. 

 "Okay, so what are we doing?" You ask, sitting two cushions away from him on the couch. 

 "I brought my Switch in here, so we have that…"

 "Oh, do you have the SNES games downloaded?" 

 "Dumb question. Of course I do."

 "Rude. Open that shit up."

 He does, and you demand to play Donkey Kong, which Mike has no problem with, but, "A please would be nice."

 You click your tongue, holding your hand out for the second tiny controller and tell him, "You don't get to hear me beg anymore."

 Mike feels his shorts tighten, but all he does is kick a foot over his thigh and warn you, "Best not test my self-control like that."

 "Is that a threat?" You laugh, toggling down to 'Two Player' on the screen and clicking it. 

 "Not a threat." He bobs his head to the theme music. "Just lettin’ you know."

 You get as far as Mine Cart Carnage together, but Mike ends up getting tossed from the cart, leaving you to take over as Diddy. He watches the way you move with your character, sitting up straighter, raising the controller to your chest, swaying one way then the next as if your body is tied directly to the game. 

 Erwin walks in a little while later when you're focused on Stop & Go Station. He sits down in a plush chair, phone in his hand that he ignores in favor of asking, "What are you guys doing out here? Shouldn't you be in Mike's room?"

 Mike glances at him, gives him a look and shakes his head, but you're much less subtle when you snap, "Can it, Smith," eyes never leaving the screen. 

 "Don't count on that," Mike snorts. "I think it’s physically impossible for him to keep his mouth shut for longer than four seconds." 

 "Wooow," Erwin drawls, thick eyebrows high in offense. "I'm supposed to be able to trust you, and now you're just talking shit right in front of me."

 "For some reason, I get the feeling your ego can't get bruised that easily," you muse out loud. 

 "I'll have you know I can be very sensitive," Erwin informs you matter-of-factly. "I have a heart. I have feelings. And, I've been told on multiple occasions that I'm more considerate than most men, so there."

 You laugh, a silly sound that gets stuck in your throat. "Oh, really? And how many of those women—'cause that's what they are, I'm sure—were left behind after they built you up like that, hm?"

 Biting both of his lips, Erwin sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. "I plead the fifth on that one."

 "Uh huh, that's what I thought."

 While you're fixated on the screen, Mike glances over at his friend, sees blue eyes shining as Erwin stares at you, a tell-tale smirk on his face. He's amused by you. Interested, even. 

 You stay for about an hour longer before going back to the dorms. As soon as the front door shuts, Mike swivels around and points a finger at Erwin, uttering a low, "Don't you dare," that makes the blond chuckle. 

 "Wouldn't dream of it."

 *

 You mostly hang out on weekends and only in small bursts. Alternating between movies and video games, it's a little hard to speak to one another, but Mike is still able to pry some information out of you and share more about himself. 

 You're majoring in geological and earth sciences while Mike is working toward a degree in environmental science— "Kinda weird we haven't run into each other before." 

 You played basketball for a year in high school before getting annoyed by the other girls. Mike, on the other hand, made some of his best friends on his old soccer team. 

 You had a ferret growing up and now you'll "Never get another pet again 'cause when he died, I died a little with him." (It's the first time Mike has ever seen tears in your eyes, but you blink them away at record speed). He tells you about the dogs his family has had and how the one at home with his parents now is actually his. (Her name's Scout, and I would take a bullet for her.") 

 Hitch is your best friend even though she irritates the shit out of you, and Mike says something similar about Erwin. "He's a good guy. He's just… Passionate about so many things. He gets obsessive. Drives me insane."

 "Obsessed with that pussyyy," you joke in a deep, stupid voice. 

 Mike snorts, "Perv," and keeps watching the movie that's playing. 

 And, speaking of movies, your favorite Disney film is The Fox and The Hound— "Good taste," while his is Lion King— "Classic." As far as other movies, though, the two of you spend half an hour arguing over which Mel Brooks is the best, end up having to agree to disagree (Young Frankenstein vs. High Anxiety).

 Your favorite color is green. Your favorite food is pizza (“What are you, twelve?”). Your favorite animal is the pangolin. They’re all little facts that Mike stores away, and by the end of the semester, he actually feels like he kind of knows you, and somehow, against all odds, you've managed to not hookup through it all. 

 That's not to say it hasn't been hard (that he hasn't been hard). Sometimes you come over in skin tight jeans or crop tops, outfits that accentuate your body in all the right ways, and Mike is pretty sure that you do it on purpose. 

 You're both careful not to drink too much at parties, aware of the likely consequences, but you hang around him enough to gain people's attention—jealous girls watching in disappointment, curious guys sizing you up. 

 Questions inevitably arise. You complain about Hitch pestering you for details that you will not give her, and he tells you how he has to keep brushing off his brothers. 

 "She doesn't, like, know we've had sex—would never fucking leave me alone if she did. But she and all her other little friends are so annoying about it."

 You're on the steps outside of the frat house, jackets zipped up, nursing steaming cups of cocoa you got from the nearby shop. 

 "So, what do you tell them?" Mike asks. 

 You shrug your shoulders. "That we're not fucking. Just friends. They don't believe me, but that's my story, and I'm sticking to it, dammit."

 Mike laughs through his nose and takes another drink. "I mean, it's not a lie since we're not fucking and we are friends."

 You make a high pitched noise, doubtful, challenging. "Friends is a strong word."

 "Whatever." 

 He's used to you doing that now, denying him every chance you get even in a joking way. You've never once admitted to any type of feelings out loud, and he isn't sure why, some kind of avoidance behavior, but he won't complain because he knows you're at least a little fond of him. You wouldn't keep spending time with him if you weren't. 

 Deciding to change the subject, Mike prompts, "So, Erwin's party over the break," and you glance at him over your cup with interest. "You're coming, right?" 

 "I don't know. Isn't it at, like, his ranch house in bum fuck nowhere?" 

 "Kinda. It's only about a two hour drive from here, but it's definitely off the beaten path."

 "I'll have to see. Need to spend time with my mom while I can." 

 Understandable. He's looking forward to seeing his own parents (and Scout, of course). 

 The last game of the season is played and won, then finals pass after too many all-nighters and too much Red Bull. Mike actually sighs in relief when he slides into his white Wrangler, all packed up and ready to make the drive back to his house. 

 He sends one text before pulling out onto the main road—Be safe—and hopes he won't have to wait an entire month to see you again. 

*

 Staying with your mom is nice but always slightly depressing. The house is empty with just her in it, less lived in than ever before. You can tell exactly which spots she spends most of her time in—her office to work and the couch in front of the TV to wind down. 

 You sleep in your old bedroom, spend most evenings texting Hitch after your mom goes to bed, but a few conversations with Mike slip in too. He sends you several pictures of Scout—beautiful but always wearing one of those perpetual Boxer frowns—and in return, you send him pictures of the pretty betta your mother has in her office. It's the best you can do. 

 After a week of being in your hometown, you're ready to leave it again. It's not terrible or in a bad part of town. It's just… lacking. You'd never tell your mother this, but you have a feeling she knows. It's probably why she doesn't put up a fight when you tell her you're gonna run off for a couple days to attend Erwin's party. 

 "I promise I'll be back. It's just one night and then the drive back."

 Her tone is very serious when she tells you to stay out of trouble, but then she walks you out to your car and hugs you, watching and waving as you drive away. 

 You text Erwin on the way there to ask if it's okay to arrive early—like a few hours early cause I needed to get out of my house—and he replies enthusiastically.

 Absolutely! Mike and Levi are already here 😃

 You have no idea who this Levi is outside of hearing Erwin mention him a few times, but you very quickly find out when you get to the large but secluded house. You see Erwin's stupid (gorgeous) vintage Mustang parked in the gravel driveway as well as Mike's white Jeep and an unfamiliar, black Prius. 

 All three of them are on the porch occupying outdoor chairs that probably cost more than your fucking dorm expenses, but Mike and Erwin both stand when you make your way up the sidewalk. Staying seated, or really sprawled out with his hands behind his head, is a fairly small man (boy, maybe) with inky hair and sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s dressed much differently than the other two, ripped jeans, Doc Martens, and a striped long sleeved shirt under a short sleeved band tee. 

 “What in the e-boy fuck…” You mutter to yourself, nodding at the blonds and letting Mike take your backpack—not that you really have a choice considering your grip on it is no match for his. 

 “Was the drive okay?” He asks, swinging the bag over his shoulder and making it look incredibly small. 

 “Yeah. Once I hit the backroads I could start going, like, eighty-five, so that shaved some time off.”

 Mike snorts. “You sound like Erwin. Dude’s always speeding.”

 “Don’t fucking start with me. I was in the car with you when you almost hit a pedestrian on a crosswalk.”

 “We don’t talk about that.”

 Everyone follows Erwin inside the house. It’s just as nice as you thought it’d be, sprawling and open with wood floors, plush furniture, and rustic decorations. There are moose antlers mounted in one room and a god damned bear head in another. It makes you roll your eyes, but to say you’re unimpressed would be a flat out lie. 

 “Not everyone is staying the night, but I know you have to, so just pick an upstairs room,” Erwin tells you after the grand tour. “I can take you around on the golf cart once you settle in.”

 You see Mike roll his green eyes and amend, “We can take you around.” 

 “Yeah,” Erwin nods. “That’s what I meant.”

 Levi is making a face up at Erwin, furrowed brow, squinty eyes, and a little grimace. He hasn’t said more than two words to you since you’ve arrived (“I’m Levi.”), but he doesn’t seem like the chatterbox type, a little more standoffish, and you can’t blame him for that. 

 “Just in case you’re wondering, I’m in the middle room,” Mike tells you with a grin.

 “And why, pray tell, would I be wondering that?”

 He basically sings in his deep voice, “No reason,” then walks back downstairs with Erwin and Levi, leaving you to make yourself comfortable. 

 You take the bedroom at the far end of the hallway out of spite more than anything, but you figure the farther away you can be from Mike the better. After setting your things down and organizing deodorant, perfume, and every day jewelry on the dresser, you join the guys downstairs to find them huddling over the kitchen island talking about plans for the night. 

 “Should we get a keg? It won’t be that many people, but it might be easier to just pour from one,” Erwin thinks out loud. 

 “Don’t bother getting a keg if it’s gonna be the same shitty beer you guys have at Pike parties,” you chime in, hip checking Mike so that he’ll scoot over and allow you join their little meeting. 

 Levi lets out a little laugh, the most expressive you’ve seen him so far, while the other two pout at your criticism. 

 “Why don’t you pick the beer then?” Erwin prompts. “Since you have such refined tastes.” 

 Eyebrows lifting, you laugh. “Oh, we’ve got a smartass in the house tonight.” The blond smirks and dusts off his shoulders, making Mike groan in either annoyance or embarrassment. You can’t be sure which one. 

 “Fuck, is this what it’s always like between you three?” Levi asks, looking between all of you. “Just constant bickering?”

 “More or less.”

 “That seems exhausting.”

 “It is,” you confirm. “‘S’why I can only hang out with them in small doses.”

 “Ouch.”

 “Wounded.”

 “Anyway,” you let your head hang so that all they can see is your shoulders shaking as you giggle, and when you look back up, you make sure that the smile is mostly wiped from your face. “I’m not saying I’m some kind of beer expert, but I at least know that the shit you serve at parties is rancid.”

 “And yet, you always seem to forget,” Mike teases. “I always end up having to finish yours.”

 “You don’t have to. You choose to, you fucking alkie.”

 It’s hard to come to any sort of decision with the non-stop push and pull of the conversation, and eventually Levi just walks away to let the three of you work it out. Erwin orders a keg of Rolling Rock, says something about, “Dad won’t mind me splurging a little since I downsized this whole thing for him,” and you scoff at him. 

 He’s well aware of his privilege, talks about it in an ironic manner that’s both maddening and hilarious— “Father is going to let me take the yacht out this weekend,” and, “Oh, that’s not country club appropriate.” It makes you laugh every fucking time, but it also usually earns him a smack or two. 

 The next few hours are spent gathering party supplies and getting the house ready (as in moving some furniture around and hiding valuables). Erwin leaves to pick up the keg after assuring the vendor on the phone that he can drive to them and pay extra for the short notice. You don’t know how he manages it, but you assume his confidence has a lot to do with it.

 Only about twenty people are supposed to come, “An Erwin Smith exclusive,” Mike jokes with you as you stash a couple of vases in the kitchen cabinets. 

 “Oh, does that mean I’m special?” You play.

 “Absolutely.”

 There’s something churning in your gut as you move around downstairs with Mike and Levi, an omniscient feeling, like you know how the night will end, but you’re going to fight it every step of the way. You’ve made it this long without a slip-up, and you’re determined to make it one more night. 

 Erwin gets back with about three hours to spare. He and Mike disappear to change into what you assume to be their usual douche-y attire, and you and Levi sit alone in the large living room waiting quietly. 

 You’re surprised when he speaks first, stating, “You don’t seem the sorority type.”

 Turning, you try to make sense of it, respond, “Well, I’m not.” You’re almost offended that he’d even consider you were.

 “Then what are you doing hanging around with those frat boy fucks?”

 “Oh, that.” You sigh. “Uhh, my friend made me go to one of their parties, and I just… Made an impression, I guess.”

 “You fucked one of ‘em, didn’t you?” Levi is smirking, so sure of himself that you don’t really see the point in denying it.

 “Yeah.”

 “Rich boy or the giant?”

 You look over at him, defenses rising like they did your first night in the Pi Kappa Alpha house. “The fuck is it to you?”

 Holding his hands up, Levi chuckles, “Alright, alright, forget I asked.”

 You cross your arms over your chest, stare off as you wonder if it’s actually that hard to tell. You figured it would be obvious that you’re more comfortable with Mike than with Erwin, but you have been getting more used to the other brazen blond over the last few months, just like you’ve been getting a little more used to Nile and all the other brothers. You haven’t sucked any of their dicks, though. 

 “How’d you meet Erwin?” You try.

 You’re not surprised when Levi snarks, “The fuck is it to you?” 

 You can’t tell if the two of you are going to leave this ranch house as mortal enemies or as friends, but it’ll definitely be one of them. 

 “‘Cause you don’t seem the type to hang out with them either,” you tell him.

 It's definitely odd. He and Erwin have to go back some time to have been able to stick together through their college years and all of their superficial differences. 

 Levi admires the black polish on his nails then informs you in a bored tone, “We’ve been friends since we were kids, but it’s no big deal. Just can’t get rid of him.”

 The corner of his mouth turns upward, so he can’t be too heartbroken over it. You understand that, haven’t quite been able to shake your puppy-dog of a friend since the beginning of the semester, but you’re not as annoyed about it as you pretend to be. 

 “They certainly do get attached,” you hum.

 The two men in question join you once again, looking much more palatable in jeans and v-necks. Erwin has a button-down hanging open and rolled up to his elbows while Mike is wearing a black and white flannel in similar fashion. It’s the most casual they’ve been at a party, and you can’t help but joke, “Wow, look at you two. More human, less lizard people for once.”

 Erwin rolls his eyes while Mike mumbles a Doctor Who reference that makes you suck on the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning. 

 He’s got his charm turned on tonight, the kind that appeals to you, which will definitely pose a problem.

 People start arriving at around eight, some you recognize from the college, some you don’t who you assume to be some of Erwin’s older friends. Gelgar taps the keg within minutes of walking in then plays the role of bartender for the next ten minutes as everyone lines up for a drink. There’s liquor and mixers set up on the counter, and you consider just making your usual, but you figure you should have at least a little of the beer since you’re the one who fought for the more expensive brand. 

 When you get your cup, foam nearly overflowing past the rim, you take one sip only to cough it back up when Mike shows off his usual party trick—appearing out of thin air—and asks, “You gonna finish it this time?”

 You splutter as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand then glare up at him. “I’m gonna try, but it’s gonna be pretty fuckin’ difficult if you keep making me spit up like a god damn baby.”

 He’s amused, light eyes dancing mischievously, and you know you’re in for a long night. 

 Erwin has a playlist filtering through the house’s sound system, a nice balance of several different genres playing at a bearable volume for the first time. Games start up in the kitchen, rage cage around the island, beer pong at the table, and while you’re content to just wallflower in the corner, Mike drags you into it. 

 “You’re just as bad as Hitch," you complain, but he isn't fazed, just plants you in an open spot at the island and stands right beside you. He's gonna regret doing that; rage cage is one of the only competitive games you're actually good at, but he'll find that out. 

 It's fast-paced, full of screaming and laughing, jumping and shoving. You get to slam your cup into Mike's on several occasions, drawing curses from him every time. 

 "Honestly, it's a little embarrassing," you ridicule with a smile. 

 He downs the small amount of beer in the cup he pulls, adds it to the stack, then challenges, "I'll show you embarrassing. Just wait." 

 You've had maybe two beers altogether, but it still sends a jolt down your spine. 

 The two of you play another couple of rounds, and Mike does seem to catch on a little more, but he eventually bows out and pulls you away with him. 

 More beer. Meandering around the party. It's pretty tame in comparison to all the Pike events you've attended, but the later it gets, the rowdier everyone becomes. Music gets turned up to dance. The keg stops being used for pouring and starts being used for stands. You have the absolute pleasure of watching Erwin hold Levi upside down as the smaller man chugs as much as he can. He beats Nile's record, raises his arms in victory as Erwin shakes him by the shoulders in excitement. 

 "They're pretty close, yeah?" 

 Mike looks down at you as you stand on your tip-toes to get closer to his ear as you speak. 

 He nods. "I don't really understand them, but yeah. They've been friends since, like, elementary school, I think."

 "No shit?"

 "No shit."

 You play beer pong against Gelgar and Nile, end up losing by quite a lot, and by the time you finish the remaining cups and another full drink, you're feeling good. Warm, happy, dangerously giggly. 

 Mike stands too close as you make your rounds to talk to people, many of them asking how the lacrosse season went. He puffs his chest a little, tries and fails to act modest, but instead of getting irritated like you usually do, you find yourself resting your cheek against his arm as you shake your head. You don't know if the action is to disagree with him or to get closer, but it makes Mike chuckle and shift so that he can wrap that arm around you and pull you to his chest instead. 

 He smells nice—woodsy with a sweet little bite. It makes your mouth water. You try to call back your determination from before, that readiness to fight and deny, but Mike's body is firm and massive and hot against yours, and he's also drunk and smiling sideways. His eyes are hazy and gorgeous when he peers down at you. His stubble has grown into that perfect length, the kind that feels incredible between your legs, and you can already see your hands tugging at his shaggy hair as he flips it from his face. 

 "You okay?" He rumbles, tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

 He knows. You know he knows. And, he knows that you know that— 

 Fuck. Stop. Just…

 "What do you think?" You're aware of what you're saying. The words make perfect sense. You just can't stop them from falling from your mouth is all. 

 "I don't know," Mike says, a playful lilt to his voice. "Why don't you tell me?" 

 You're not sure if he's asking for your consent or if he just wants to humiliate you by making you spell it out for him. 

 "I mean…" Your gaze travels from his face to his neck to his pecs and downward. "The semester is over."

 "It is," he agrees, hand moving from your waist to your hip. 

 "Don't really need to be, uh… What's the word…" You squeeze your eyes shut, splaying your fingers on his stomach. "Studious," you snap. "Don't need to be so studious on vacation."

 Mike very slowly starts walking backwards toward the staircase, holding you at arms length by both your hips now. 

 "No, you really don't." 

 Voice of reason fading away, you step around him but grab his hand, taking the stairs two by two until you're on the balcony that wraps above the living room. Once you slip into the closer room, yours, you lock the door. 

 Mike's mouth is familiar in its desperation—tastes like beer and want and him. He pulls his flannel off behind him by the sleeves just in time for you to start pushing his shirt up over his abs, in awe all over again at the muscle group. 

 It's really not fair. 

 You pause between kisses to strip, smiling and groaning whenever your lips meet again. You've missed it on some level—the heat, the fucking attraction you just can't shake. All the times you hung out with him, purposely keeping distance, avoiding flirting and touching and staring—you figured it would come to a head. You even guessed there was a good chance that it would be at this party. 

 But, that doesn't mean you're prepared when he throws you onto the bed, doesn't prepare you for the way he bites your lip and sucks on your neck and pinches your nipples until you moan his name and grind against him, and it certainly doesn't prepare you for the way he spreads your legs, runs his nose up the inside of your thigh, then drags his tongue over your slit. 

 "Fuck, Mike." 

 He groans, quick to slide the muscle into your pulsing cunt to taste you. His fingertips are digging into the fat of your thighs, keeping you still save for your trembling which makes the feeling of his mouth even more intense. You want to buck against his face, want to put out the fire raging inside of you by moving somehow, letting some of the energy out, but you can't. All you can do is lay there as Mike licks around your hole and nibbles at your clit and laps up your juices. 

 "Missed this fuckin' pussy," he breathes, sucking on one of your lips and then the other, pulling blood to the surface and making them puffy and sensitive. 

 You card fingers through his hair before fisting your hand in it and shoving his face further into your cunt, trying as hard as you fucking can to ride any part of him you can manage—his tongue, his nose, anything that will give you friction. 

 The sound he makes at your pathetic attempt is bestial, a low, throaty grunt as he rubs his chin up and down your slit, drenching himself in your slick and quickly overstimulating your swollen clit with his stubble. 

 "Oh fuck, oh fuck—"

 "You wanted it," he grits. "You pushed your sloppy little cunt right in my face, so now you've gotta take everything I give you." 

 You cry as he continues the motion, pussy drooling as the little bud starts to grow raw. "Mike, please, please…"

 "Gonna make sure you feel this tomorrow." He stops only to lean back down and suck your clit into his mouth. The tip of his tongue is soft in comparison to the coarse hair, but it still makes your hips twitch, and when he grazes his teeth over it, you squeal and kick. 

 It's so close to hurting, right on the edge, but it's that helplessness that has you steadily leaking on the bed. It's what makes it easy for Mike to push a finger into your clenching hole, pump a couple times, then slide another one in beside it. 

 Your climax is coiling in your gut, compressed like a spring and only getting tighter with every thrust of long, thick fingers and every measured flick of his tongue. 

 Gripping his hair again, you ride it out. Mike loosens his grip just enough to allow you to undulate in time with the waves that wash over you, and you moan loudly as he moves to flatten his tongue over your entrance so that you come on and against it. 

 He gives you some time to settle down, but you know he isn't done yet, and since you're not quite ready to take his cock in your sensitive pussy, you pull your legs from the sides of his head and crawl to lay with your head off the side of the bed. 

 Mike gets the picture immediately, and you hear a huff of air leave him all at once before he clambers off the mattress to position himself at the edge. You're a little too low, so he grabs all four pillows to shove under you, and as he does, you lavish his bobbing cock with kitten licks, going as far as sucking on his balls when he leans over you. 

 "Jesus fucking—" 

 You can feel the way they tighten, his cockhead dripping pre that lands just below the notch of your sternum. It isn't until he's thoroughly coated in spit that you stop and let him straighten, then open your mouth and relax your shoulders. 

 Mike is careful as he slides his tip past your lips, letting you adjust to the weight of his cock in your mouth before he pushes in a little further. Your eyes start watering as soon as he passes between your molars, making you stretch your jaw and drool from the corners of your mouth. 

 He pulls out then, taps his cockhead on your cheek, leaving a mix of precum and spit on your skin before lining himself up again and sliding back in. 

 He repeats the process a few times as if it'll actually get you used to his size, but it's just not possible. You gag and gurgle, slurp back drool when you're given the chance, and your entire body throbs when Mike tells you, "I'm gonna give you more now, okay? Wanna see your throat bulge with my cock."

 You moan around him, try to make the passage of your mouth and esophagus as straight as possible then let your eyes roll back as he slips into the tighter sleeve for a few seconds. Your toes dig into the bedspread, fingers clawing at the material as you fight back the panic that comes with not being able to breathe. 

 Mike pulls out panting, and you wish you could see his face, the look in his eyes, but you can't. All you can do is lap at his cock until he pushes it into your mouth again. 

 This time when he slips into your throat, he reaches down to press a hand to your neck, letting out a deep, disbelieving laugh as he feels the way his length moves in it. "Holy shit. I could—" he just barely gives you more, and your responding whine is completely muffled by him, "—Could come like this."

 The thought makes you tingle. Or maybe that's the lack of oxygen. You are feeling a little lightheaded. But the idea of him coming down your throat, right into your stomach, fuck, it makes your cunt pulse again. 

 Mike pulls out, and you suck in deep breaths, a little sob making your chest heave. Tears are streaming from your eyes, getting caught in your hair, and you have to wipe other various fluids from your face. 

 He helps you sit back up, rubs your shoulders and kisses the back of your neck as your heart rate returns to normal. As soon as he sees you relax, though, he's tugging you from the bed and bending you over it. 

 The scream that's pushed from you is hoarse as you're split open on his cock. Mike holds you by the hair, pulling your head back as he snaps his hips forward and back relentlessly. He slides in and out of you easily, but that doesn't mean he isn't stretching you to your breaking point. 

 You shake on the bed, thankful when he lets go of your head so that you can fall back to the mattress, crying and moaning all you want. 

 "Feel so good, baby," Mike groans. "So good."

 He punctuates it with a slap to your ass that causes you to squeeze him, and that only encourages him to repeat the action until both your cheeks are radiating heat and stinging from his hands. 

 He flips you like a doll, and you're finally able to see his face clearly as he stares down at you with a dropped jaw and heavy lids. You know you're a mess, fucked out and sloppy, but as he abuses your g-spot with the ridge of his cock, all you can do is grin drunkenly and let your eyes roll. 

 "So pretty when you smile," he praises. Fingers grip your chin, and when you're able to focus your gaze again you find Mike leaning over you, face level with yours. "Open your mouth for me." His tone is soft yet demanding, and you don't hesitate for a second as you do what you're told. 

 Mike pushes spit through his lips, letting it drip and stretch until it lands on your tongue. It makes you feel cheap and disgusting, but it doesn't stop you from squirting around him. 

 Devolving into nothing more than grunts and groans, Mike continues to fuck into you but straightens so that he can reach your clit better. He flicks it back and forth until your true orgasm hits you, and then he keeps going. 

 You cry out, squirm wildly beneath him, but all it results in is two fingers being shoved in your mouth. Stroking over the back of your tongue, more saliva pours from your mouth just like the slick that pours from your pussy while he toys with your clit. 

 You come again. And again. When Mike finally removes his hand from between your legs, you're nothing more than a puddle, moaning and crying for him. 

 Every orgasm has made your walls swell around him, his cock feeling longer and thicker than ever as he kisses your cervix with every thrust. That lightheaded sensation is back, white dots dancing around your eyes, and you just barely manage out his name, tapping in his forearm. 

 "Need… need…"

 "What do you need, babe?"

 Your arms curl up by your head, fingers moving and spasming as every one of your senses is overwhelmed.

  "Need you to—t-to—to come. Need you to c-come." 

 You've never had to tap out before, but you can't take him anymore. His size. His expression. His lack of fucking mercy.

 "Yeah?" He coos, but his cock is still dragging in and out of you. You nod, but Mike draws it out, asking, "Where do you want me to come?"

 "Don't… Care…"

 "You don't care?" He's still moving, fucking you absolutely stupid as he lists out, "Your face? Your tits?" He gropes your chest, pinching both nipples, and the fact that you don't even whimper must clue him into the fact that he's about to lose you. 

 Your mind is swimming, fading every time he pulls out only to be brought back online when he pushes back in. 

 "What about your pussy? Want me to come all over your pussy?" 

 You moan, the simplest part of your brain apparently finding that appealing, so after a few more thrusts, Mike pulls out entirely and jerks himself off until he covers your folds in hot cum. He gets some on your thighs, some on your pelvis, soaks your peaking clit so that you take in a stuttering breath. 

 His hand is between your legs again, fingertips spreading the viscous fluid around and dipping into your slit.

 Your eyes shoot open for the first time in God knows how long, a panicked, "M-Mike," tumbling from your lips, but he hushes you.

 "I'm not pushing it inside or anything. Just having fun."

 And, fuck, tonight is the night you learn how filthy he is. Mike spends a few solid minutes rubbing his seed over your puffy lips, fingers the raw tissue around your hole so that you leak for him, then uses it to massage your clit slowly and softly, pulling one last orgasm from you that makes fresh tears spring in your eyes. 

 You're going to be in a world of pain tomorrow, but you can't regret it—not when your legs continue to shake long after your climax, not when you can already feel that satisfying ache deep inside of you, not when Mike crawls to sit on the bed and lifts you into his arms. 

 "You okay?" He asks into your hair. 

 He's rubbing soothing circles on your stomach as you drift in and out. You know you need to shower, but you're so tired and so wrecked, you doubt you'll be able to stand for long enough to clean yourself. 

 "Did I hurt you?" 

 "Mm, little bit," you tell him honestly. You can actually feel his heart start to beat harder in his chest, so you reassure him, "Liked it, though."

 You think something like twenty minutes pass, but you can't be sure as you keep dozing. It's hard not to with Mike rubbing your stomach, his body rising and falling in rhythm with every breath he takes. 

 When your eyes open more than halfway, you begin to move, grimacing at the soreness between your legs as well as the mess. 

 "'m gonna hop in the shower," you announce. 

 Mike sits up too, stretches his arms and asks through a groan, "Want me to come with?"

 "You've done enough coming tonight," you snort. "But nah, I can clean myself on my own."

 His eyebrows furrow, but he doesn't say anything, just lets you get up and walk to the bathroom on shaky legs. 

 The hot water almost puts you back to sleep. You manage to rinse off where you need to, step back into the room fully expecting to see Mike passed out in your bed, but he's nowhere to be found. 

 As you crawl under the covers, you try to swallow the feeling of disappointment that's stuck in your throat. 

 *

Mike is up before almost everyone in the house the next morning, so he spends most of it trying to clean up alongside Levi, though he apparently isn't doing a very good job of it according to the smaller man. 

 "Jesus, have you ever mopped a floor in your life?" 

 "Oh, so we're just throwing everything in the same trash bag? No recycling? Your future kids will thank you for that, I'm sure."

 "No, there's no way I’m letting you wipe down the counters. Just move." 

 Levi is lucky Mike is as laid back as he is otherwise he would have thrown the little fuck into the koi pond behind the house a long time ago. 

 Erwin wakes up around nine and walks down looking a little rough, but Mike has definitely seen him in worse states. 

 "Thanks for cleaning up," he says, bent over the island and holding his head in his hands. "Pretty sure I would have thrown up if I'd tried. Several times."

 He tells the other two that pretty much everyone else started heading out at around three and that he has a list of party-goers he needs to text to make sure they made it home in one piece, "When I can actually fucking see straight."

 Naturally, the conversation turns to Mike. Erwin, with his cheek now pressed against the cool, granite countertop, smirks up at him and asks in a sly voice, "So, how was your night?' 

 Mike bites his lip to hide a smile, leans out of the kitchen to make sure you aren't stumbling down the stairs or traipsing about the house, then looks back to his friend and laughs, "Fucking mind-blowing, dude." He doesn't go into explicit detail—that's never been his style—but he does whisper about you taking him better than any other girl and that he's, "Addicted, dude. I genuinely think I am addicted to her pussy." 

 "Don't be fucking dramatic, Zacharias," you pop out behind him, slapping his back as you pass him to get to the fridge. He can see the ghost of a smile turning your lips up, but it's hard to feel satisfied at that when his own face is beet red. 

 Looking at Erwin, Mike throws his hands out by his side, mutters an incredulous, "Dude," that makes the other blond chuckle. 

 You grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, making Levi grumble, "Are none of you guys concerned about the planet? God damn."

 Standing between Mike and Erwin, you take a few gulps, all eyes on you until you swallow and question, "Can I help you?" Now that you're right next to him, Mike can hear a scratchiness to your voice, almost as if you're getting sick, but he knows better, knows exactly where it came from, and fuck if it doesn't make him twitch in his sweats. 

 "Have a good time at the party?" Erwin pries once again. 

 You look at him with a deadpan expression, then answer, "Seems like you already got the deets, so sure. I had a grand time."

 Mike isn't sure if you're being sarcastic about it just like you are everything else. You had just kind of left him hanging when you'd gone to shower. He hadn't thought too much into it even if he'd been a little bummed, but he thinks he understands. You just need more space than he does. 

 Or, it could have been that you hadn't enjoyed yourself. Oh god, what if you'd just been faking? What if you'd lied to him when he asked if he hurt you? What if you're in pain right now and just hiding it? 

 Mike zones out while you talk with Erwin and Levi about plans for the day, works himself into a nice little panic but is still able to hear you tell them you're just gonna head back to your mom's. 

 "You sure?" Erwin asks. "I know you only planned to stay one night, but you're more than welcome to hang out for longer. We’ll be here for at least another few days."

 Levi adds an, "Unfortunately," that earns him a hair ruffle he swats away. 

 "No, it's cool. I can't leave mom alone for the holiday or she'll start to think I don't like staying at the house."

 "You don't, though."

 "Yeah, but she doesn't have to know that."

 Mike stares after you as you take your water bottle and return upstairs, and it doesn't escape the notice of the other two men. 

 "You're so fuckin' whipped, man," Erwin teases. 

 Mike doesn't deny it, just holds up a middle finger. 

 Erwin isn't entirely wrong, though. Mike has been trying to deny it or play it off as nothing more than lust, but there's more to his feelings at this point. He tries not to be obvious around you, to keep his cards close to his chest because he knows you just want to keep things casual—barely even want that if he's being honest. 

 So he can hide it. He can pretend it isn't happening. In fact, Mike should be thankful that you only want sex (sometimes) because it leaves him to do whatever he wants. He could fuck other chicks left and right, and you wouldn't even bat an eyelash. That's a good thing, right? 

 That worry about last night still has him on edge, though, so before you can leave, Mike catches you in your room as you're packing up and closes the door. 

 He expects you to make some kind of comment about not being able to go again, but all you do is tilt your head to the side in a dangerously cute way. 

 "Hey, I, uh… I just wanted to make sure you felt okay after last night." 

 You blink at him, pause in folding your clothes, then show a wide, real grin. 

 "Yeah, I'm fine. Sore in various places—like, super sore—but I'm fine."

 Mike's mouth twists to hide his smirk, and he mumbles a low, "Sorry."

 "Don't ever apologize for your monster cock," you tell him, setting your shirt down on the mattress before pacing over to him. "Like, unless there's tearing of some sort, which there really shouldn't be since you're good at preparation, whoever you fuck should be okay. Sore but okay."

 His eyes go a little wide when you stop in front of him, looking up with an expression he's really never seen before—or maybe that you've never allowed him to see before—and the longer he stares, the more he realizes that you're god damn glowing. 

 Taking a chance, he finds your waist with his hands, inches just a little closer, then leans down when you stand on your toes and tug him by the shirt. 

 You taste like peppermint and already smell like the perfume you wear every day, the scent that has made Mike dizzy for the past few months. He moves a hand to your back to press your body into his, and when you take his bottom lip into your mouth, biting and sucking, he groans and pulls back before he can get too hard. 

 "What's all this? Why are you so perky this morning?" 

 "I get giddy after good sex," you say with a shrug. "Sue me."

 "That why you run away every time I fuck you?" He questions.

 You nod. "Couldn't run away this time, though."

 "I'm sure it's really bruising your pride, letting me see you all warm and gooey." 

 "I am not warm and gooey," you protest. "I was last night, but—"

 "Aw, gross, why'd you have to say it like that?" 

 You giggle—giggle—then remind him, "You're the one who felt the need to fucking fingerpaint."

 Mike vividly remembers the way your pussy looked covered in his cum, the way it felt to smear it and play with your swollen entrance and clit, and now… Now he is definitely hard again. 

 "Better stop before you end up on that bed again."

 Your eyes are dancing, tone mischievous when you respond, "Only if you're gentle."

 "Christ—"

 He's got you naked and spread on the mattress in less than thirty seconds, tongue buried in your cunt as he soothes every part of you he can reach. 

 It would be cruel to actually fuck you again. He knows you're probably a little more tender than you're letting on, so Mike settles for licking into you and flicking your clit, never using teeth as it swells in his mouth so that you pant and moan, and promise, "I can handle it, Mike, I can…"

 "I don't care if you can or can't. Just lemme do this."

 And, it's not like he hasn't pulled his cock from his pants, pumping it and coating his length in the pre-cum he drips at the mere sight of you.

 He can tell you're getting close when your thighs start to tense. You alternate between shifting your hips and going slack. It's the latter that you leak the most, pussy opening around his tongue only to clench a few seconds later. 

 "Just one finger, Mike, please, I want—I need something inside me, please, please," you moan. 

 Mike turns his face to kiss your thigh, sighing but giving in easily when he acquiesces, "Only one."

 The noise you make as he slides his middle finger into you is like music, high pitched and drawn out, with an awe one would sing hymns with. 

 "Yes, yes, yes, thank you, fuck, tha—"

 He understands why you wanted it so badly when he pulls it out and sees his finger coated in white, considers fucking you with it to the point of tears, but before he can, the door to the bedroom swings open and fucking Erwin walks in to ask, "Levi and I are going to the store—"

 “Jesus fuck, Erwin!" Mike swears. "A little busy here!"

 His friend is unfazed, but more importantly, you are too, arching your back, pulling Mike's hair to get him back where you want him, then moaning his name like you never have before as you come. 

 You tremble and take in stuttering breaths, and Mike does his best to hide your exposed pussy from prying eyes as he looks at Erwin and barks out a furious, "No, I don't need anything from the store. Get out."

 The blond shrugs and turns, walking out without shutting the door, and Mike swears he's gonna kill him. He's too bold and too entitled and now he's seen far too much of your body, and Mike doesn't like that. 

 "Did you come?" You ask in an airy voice. Mike guesses you could feel the rhythm of his hand on his cock, probably pushing his face harder against you with every pass. 

 "Uh, no. I don't know if you noticed, but Erwin walked in."

 "I noticed," you snort, sitting up on your elbows. "Why do you think I moaned your name like that?"

 "What?" It had seemed a little odd. Mike knows he's pretty good at oral, but you've never made a sound like that before. 

 "Fucker wanted to see what we were up to, I decided to show him. Now he knows how good you are."

 Mike stands, peers down at you skeptically and says, "You're being too nice to me today. It's freakin' me out a little."

 He doesn't think it's necessary to add that Erwin is already aware of his sexual prowess considering they definitely had a threesome with a rather adventurous girl back in freshman year. It's just not pertinent information. 

 "Soak it up, Zacharias. I'm sure the good mood will be gone by tomorrow."

 "Why, cause I won't be at your mom's to fuck you stupid every night?" His voice comes out cocky, but it's stifled by the way you squeal when he slaps a hand over your wet pussy.

 "I'm sensitive, you asshole!" You're smiling even as you whine. "And, here I was about to give you head to get you off."

 "I mean, you can still do that."

 You glare up at him the whole time you slide off the bed to your knees, warn, "Better hope I don't bite."

 *

 After you leave (and after making out against Mike’s Wrangler for a little too long), he goes back inside to find Erwin and Levi lounging in the den with a movie playing. He wastes no time in snapping his fingers at Erwin and commanding, "We're gonna talk."

 "Oh, are we?" Erwin doesn't even look away until Mike grabs the back of his shirt, and only then does he move from his spot. "Okay, okay, watch the wrinkles, bro."

 He follows Mike into the kitchen, out of earshot unless either of them raise their voices which… Could happen. 

 "What the fuck was that?" Mike hisses. 

 Erwin looks at him with big blue eyes and plays dumb, "What the fuck was what?" 

 Taking a deep breath through his nose, Mike makes sure his voice comes out low and steady, "Smith, I swear to God, it's been a long time since I've punched you, but you're fuckin' testing me, dude."

 Erwin smiles, face lighting up with what looks like excitement but could also be fury. 

 "Mike," he starts. "Don't tell me you're getting violent over a girl." His tone is patronizing, his eyebrows are high, and his grin is downright menacing. 

 "I haven't gotten violent yet," Mike grits. 

 "Hey, how was I to know what you two were doing up there?" 

 "It's not about you walking in, dude! It's about you just fucking standing there!"

 Erwin chuckles and blows him off, "Mike, I've seen your dick before. You've got nothing to worry about."

 "That's not what I'm worried about. You just, like, came in when she was in a vulnerable position, and that's fucked up."

 "She didn't seem to mind."

 Mike sucks his teeth, takes another grounding breath, then asks again, "Why? Why did you wait to leave?" 

 "You want me to be honest?" Erwin rolls his neck then his shoulders. Mike has seen him do that many times before lacrosse games to loosen up—to get ready for a fight. 

 Mike's fist clenches at his side. "Yeah, I do."

 "You've been making yourself crazy over this girl since the start of the semester, and I want to know why."

 "What do you mean?" Mike doesn't know why he asks, has a pretty good idea of what Erwin is alluding to. 

 The blond still dodges the question but in about the worst way possible. "It's not like you two are exclusive or anything."

 Mike feels the way his lungs fill to the point of burning, how his jaw clenches until his molars begin to ache under the pressure, and before he really knows what's happening, he's bowing up to his best friend. 

 Erwin matches him, only a couple inches shorter, chin tilted, that maddening light in his eyes. 

 "Walk away, Mike," he warns. "And, we can forget this little spat even happened."

 Mike peers down his nose at him, trying to rein in his emotions because Erwin is right. You two aren't exclusive. You don't want to be. You told him it was because you need to focus on school, but it could be that you want other options. 

 But fuck, Mike doesn't want Erwin to be one of them. He's stolen more than a few girls right from under Mike's nose with his stupid charm and stupid face and stupid money. He doesn't want you to fall prey to all of it too. 

 Mike doesn't even register the quiet footsteps padding into the kitchen, but Levi's smartass, "You guys about to kiss or somethin'?" definitely snaps him out of his head. 

 Stepping back, Mike resists the urge to punch the counter and break his fucking hand, then turns and strides out. 

 He's supposed to stay at the ranch house for a couple more days, but Mike needs to distance himself before he does something stupid. 

 When he comes back downstairs with his bag on his shoulder and his keys in his hand, Erwin seems to realize his error on at least some level and stands from his place on the couch. 

 "Mike, come on, I'm sor—"

 "Let me cool off, dude,” Mike snaps.

 Erwin shuts his mouth and sits back down, smart enough not to follow Mike outside.

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[theforty7thgamer]

Nickelodeon All Star Brawl

... Is a game I am definitely excited for.

And I'm actually going to do a very big post to talk about things I am hoping to see in seeing in the game.

Characters I want to see in the game

Starting off, I want to say that so far the roster is looking good especially on the Nick Toon side of things, but one thing I'm going to talk about is that the game is called Nickelodeon (not Nick Toon) All-Star Brawl, meaning that we're going to see representation from throughout the Nickelodeon line up of properties.

Characters I would like to see include

Ed from Good Burger

A live-action sit com charecter

Miko and Hector

The Game Shakers team (this will make sense later)

Rocko

Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, And Dawn

Marc Summers

A music artist/group

Po

Tigress

Skipper + The penguins of Madagascar

Otto

Timmy Turner

jimmy neutron

Henry Hart/Kid Danger and Captain Man

Harvey beaks

Nacho Libre

Rango

Otis

Tak

Dudley and Kitty

Making Fiends leads

Harriet the spy (maybe, it was the first Nickelodeon movie, so I feel obligated to put it on here)

George Lopez (also obligated because I can't remember any other original shows on Nick at night that could fit on this list.)

A Nick Jr character, probably Dora or Diego due to the movie coming out (also obligated because I feel like I should put in a Nick Jr character here)

The Thundermans or The X Family

The Supah Ninjas or Three Delivery

Kappa Mikey

Hugh neutron

Dib

Sway Sway & Beduce or Sanjay & Craig

Brendan and Evan

Adam Conover

CatDog

Squidward

Garfield

The musical versions of SpongeBob, Patrick, and Sandy

Stages

Now, well I do know that characters are definitely a big part of a game, where they're fighting is also a big part as well

The hotel from "Hotel For Dogs"

The Irkin ship

The town from Rango

The city from Albert the Christmas tree

The Stage from the SpongeBob musical

Fairy world

The location from Rocket Power

A stage from a music concert

A location from at least one Nickelodeon licensed game

Either Retroville or the location where the climax set on Jimmy neutron the movie

The Wayne

Wayside School

A location from the Spiderwick Chronicles (I don't really know that much about the books but I do remember that the locations from the movie will be cool)

Either Double Dare, Nickelodeon arcade, Legends Of The Hidden Temple, The Crystal Maze, or Guts as a stage.

Nickelodeon animation studios

A Nickelodeon hotel or resort

Other stuff

In this game, I feel like we should have other stuff aside from the main fighting game, like mini-games and such

Things that should be included in the game, an obstacle course mode, a tournament mode, an arcade mode, a museum mode, clips from the cartoon, and lastly...

A story mode

A story mode is what I hope most for this game, something akin to the Timmy Jimmy power hour or subspace emissary. With cutscenes, a good story, and an epic villain.

Here's what I think a story should be

Throughout the Nickelodeon version of Earth, great chaos is happening, The world is slowly breaking apart due to an unknown force. It turns out this is being caused by the collector, a being who is obsessed with Nickelodeon so much in fact that he wants to take it over. Now it's up to the Nickelodeon characters to save their world before it can be put on The collector's shelf.

Now the collector is the villain I made up for this, but don't worry there will still be villains from throughout the shows but some of them will be willing to put their villainous actions decide to not be put on a shelf. I wasn't kidding when I said that the big plan is to be put on a collector's shelf.

One major part of the story is everything takes place in the same world for this game. That means that there are aliens fairies ninjas talking animals, glitched video games, and all that jazz.

A couple of examples of the world crossing over since the game has one big connected world are...

Professor membrane finally having to come to terms that the supernatural exists

Da Rules being broken causing fairy world to be revealed

The Glitch Techs in the Game Shakers forming a partnership due to the common ground of games (I said it would make sense later)

Callbacks to previous crossover events

Time travel and alternate universe shenanigans causing multiple versions of characters to coexist

How does Nickeloden exist as a Cartoon channel in Universe

In acknowledgment of how Eliza Thornberry's powers work, due to the question of whether or not you can talk to characters like SpongeBob, Garfield, the Tuff Agency or CatDog

And a solid timeline of events that happen within the show.

I hope this is pretty accurate but I don't mind some alterations to my ideas that I will happen for the final game and its possible DLC.

And that is all I have to say

Good day

[wendylianmartin]

Honestly I think people who aren’t giving season two there all just because kappa and siren aren’t together are missing out, the new characters are absolutely lovable and the new mysteries are really intriguing, I think you chose the right idea because not many stories like to steer away from the lovey dovey romantic stuff and you’re really good with balancing it! 💕💕

Thank you! To be honest if I was a reader I might also steer away, because I too am usually very obsessed with the romance stuff, so I can’t blame anyone if they are less active with the comic for a while. However, I'm excited for Kappa and Siren to get back together so it will happen in due time ;) 

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale’s Top Ten: Favorite Akuma

Rules:

1. The Akuma must have been Canonically Akumatized in the show and Shown. (I.E. I won't be having any Comic book (which I don't read so no big deal) or Fan akuma)

2. The akuma must have been akumatized without Scarlet Moth involvement. (that means Rena Rage and Shell shock are out)

3. The akuma must be see in their akumatized state and full on transform (so no Princess Justice or Verity Queen. No Destructor etc)

Aside from that, I will be judging them based on their Impact, Episode, appearance, powers, motive, Fights and my personal enjoyment of them.

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10. Santa Claws

I love Dabbing Evil Santa.  He is here solely because of Personal enjoyment

I love the gimmick that he SANG his introduction, I love the Grinch Green Skin and the details on his belt. I also enjoy that he is just an evil Santa causing trouble. His Motivation for akumatization Makes sense as he is unjustly treated like crap by everyone and even gets attacked by Ladybug because she mistook him for a kidnapper.

Whether he is the real Santa or not is a mystery and while people are mixed on the Christmas special, he is my favorite part of it.

9. Kwami Buster

When there’s something strange, in your neighborhood. WHO YA GONNA CALL!?

Anyway, I really like the ghostbuster/ mad scientist vibe Kwami Buster has. She also is in one of the best written episodes of season 3. Her motivation from embarrassment and drive to prove her theory is great motivation, and she is one of the biggest threats to the heroes of Paris (while not so much everyone else.) She has a decent power set and overall is just fun to watch on screen.

8. Zombizou

The patchwork design, that sweet yet ominous look. Her whole persona. Zombizou is an interesting akuma. While a LOT of salt is thrown her way, I think people forget how much fun a zombie episode can be. Her power to spread Love via kisses quickly over runs Paris in a matter of minutes (resulting in Hilarious moments and touching ones) Ladybug and Chat noir are mostly playing catch up when dealing with her. Her motivation, which is her protecting her student is actually a first, and she actually tries resisting the akuma. this was a FIRST in the series. So I am putting one of my favorite akuma from season 2 here.

7. Gamer

While design wise, The Gamer is so-so. One can't deny that his fights aren't the most hype. His first appearance while his reasoning is a mixed bag, his giant mecha battle is fun on a bun. And his Gamer 2.0 episode is the best 2.0 no contest. The gamer is this high on the list for having the most fun battles

6. DarkOwl

The best akuma of season 2, the best episode of season 2, and one of the closest to getting the Miraculous. Many fail to really grasp how epic Dark Owl is. His motivation is one of the most understandable in the series, his akuma inspiration is a riff on old batman comics and they really go ham with it. His clash with Ladybug and Chat noir is creative and put the two in a corner. It is quite a feat, turning the goof into a Threat. I also like how Ladybug and Chat noir were actually trying to help him live out his dream instead of simply telling him off. This akuma has a lot of heart and really deserves more love

5. Oblivio

While design wise, Oblivio is probably the most plain and the motivation for the akuma is laughable, their powers, episode, impact and the personal enjoyment they gave me are all very high. This Akuma was effective and had Chat noir and Ladybug on the ropes. This is one of the most one sided fights that the heroic duo has against a single akuma. The ability to make people forget who they are is disturbing and incredibly powerful. Their actions in the first half of the episode made them appear like a monster or predator on the hunt for the weakened and vulnerable teens. It was something out of a suspense thriller.

4. Volpina

Be honest, when the word Akuma comes to mind, Volpina is one of the first villains that pops up. Volpina’s motivation, power set, personality, and Impact on the series is massive. Her appearance allowed for the events of season 2 to kick off, and she was a fan favorite for a while. People were Obsessed with her. While she use to be my second favorite akuma in the past, she loses out to the top three people in the spot. But she is still one heck of an akuma and likely one of the most malicious ones out there.

3. Stormy Weather

When the Word Akuma pops up, she is one of the first ones you see when googling. She is also arguably one of the single most powerful akuma with her power to control storms and apparently volcanos. Her confidence and personality SHINE through in her intro episode. Her design is my second favorite of all of the akuma in season 1. She was robbed in Stormy Weather 2.0. She deserved SO MUCH BETTER. Her episode is home to the most crisp animation in the series, so it is always a delight to watch. I love both the English dub and French dubs of her character. Mela Lee especially, She really nails the over the top villainess dialogue. You can tell she is having a ball with it.  

2. Evillustrator

My favorite Akuma design in the series, The look, the style, the powers. His motive. Evillustrator nails it all down pact. Nathaniel’s akuma persona is how he dreams of his hero identity. His akuma is also the most unique in terms of personality. He is more of a take charge version of himself, just with a bit more malicious tendencies towards Chloé. The character he demonstrates in this one episode makes it such a crime that we don't see much of him until later and THEN he is regulated to the sidelines. He even promises not to hurt Chloé if Marinette goes to his birthday party. We even get to see what happens when akuma try and go against Hawkmoth. Also this episode is responsible for Marichat.

I recomend watching the English Dub for this episode. 2003 Tmnt fans will recognize him as the voice of Leonardo, and fans of the cheesy show Kappa Mikey will recognize him as Mikey Simon. Michael Sinterniklaas has a nice voice and when he reassures Marinette of things, nice.

Or you can watch the Japanese Dub if you really want to notice a difference in Nathaniel and Evillustrator’s personas. Like damn, Hiroshi Kōsaka Really makes Evillustrator sound like a Shojo Protagonist. Freaking kudos.

1. Chat Blanc

Don't you f***ing judge.

I adore Chat Blanc. The akumatized Chat noir really just strikes a chord with me. Bar none, the most powerful akuma with the most tragic motivation. The akuma the destroyed the world. Bryce Papenbrook really let his anime dubbing experience show. You could swear Erin Yeager was watching his mother get eaten by a titan when Chat noir was getting turned. 

Chat blanc is a tragic warning that etches itself into Ladybug’s psyche, a threat so big that Bunnix needed to get involved. The scale of the fight is set.

The clash in the destroyed Paris with Ladybug is the best fight choreography in the series. While the episode is a very split point for some, it held a TON of emotional tension. Chat Blanc’s design takes inspiration from a Blue eyed white cat, Which fun fact, are deaf as a birth defect. This was a symbol as that he was unable to hear Ladybug’s reason. Chat Blanc was out of reach.

Also, he can just DESTROY EXISTENCE! Like yikes Hawkmoth, didn't think to put a limit on that?

There are so many fanfic interpretations of Chat blanc LONG before he became a thing, but NONE of them encapsulated the Tragedy and Awe that Chat Blanc truly brings.

[cielomorao-a]

i’m honestly ... throwing this acceptance post together ten minutes before the submit closes but spent so long trying to make sure that the discord was good to go that i just forgot that i needed to get my shit together and do this !!! but , thank you so much to everyone that ended up applying !! it was hard to decide who to accept out of all of the amazing apps and i ended up making some of the sororities and frats four spots instead of three just because i couldn’t decide . still , if you weren’t accepted , please feel free to apply for a different sorority or frat that is still open ! we’d love to have you in the group still !

anyways , before i start rambling even more , WELCOME TO BEAUMONT EVERYONE ! i’ve listed out all of the people that are accepted by the frat or sorority , and i will be sending a link to the discord in the next ten minutes to get the ball rolling ! i am still new to discord groups like this , so please if you get into the server and have any suggestions , there will be a suggestion channel in the admin category that we would love for you to leave feedback in . if you don’t receive a link by 10:30pm EST , please feel free to reach out and i will send a new link !!

SIGMA TAU :

❛ ✶ ( aròn piper , cis man , he/him )  —  did you see silas kingston walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-one year old sophomore . from what i know , they are studying business and are a part of sigma tau . they come across as + sanguine but also - boisterous , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @kingslick) it says they are an aries . if they were in a movie , obsessed by maggie lindemann would play whenever they walk into the room  ooc info . abby . 24 . est . she/her . niieve .

PHI KAPPA DELTA :

❛ ✶ ( maxence danet-fauvel , cis man , he/him ) — did you see remy alarie walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty four year old senior . from what i know , they are studying history and are a part of phi kappa delta . they come across as + diplomatic but also - indecisive , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @remy01 ) it says they are a libra . if they were in a movie ,destroyer by lala lala would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . bean . 22 . est . she/her . mocnbeams . 

DELTA PSI BETA :

❛ ✶ ( charlie gillespie , cis man , he/him ) — did you see harley morelli walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-two year old sophmore . from what i know , they are studying music & minoring in songwriting and are a part of delta psi beta . they come across as + passionate but also - fanatical , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @harleynodavidson ) it says they are a arues . if they were in a movie , amber by 311 would play whenever they walk into the room . drew . drew . 20 . est . she/they . applcjuice . 

❛ ✶ ( désiré quadjo mia , cis man , he/him ) — did you see kai kimathi walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-one year old sophomore . from what i know , they are studying music technology and are a part of delta psi beta . they come across as + outgoing but also - reckless , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @ohkai ) it says they are an aries . if they were in a movie , fuck up the friendship by leah kate would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . amanda . 20 . est . she/her . grlhorrors .

❛ ✶ ( zethphan smith gneist , cis man , he/him ) — did you see zachariah vodden walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the nineteen year old sophomore . from what i know , they are studying media arts production and are a part of delta psi beta . they come across as + gregarious but also - flippant , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @zachthagod ) it says they are a gemini . if they were in a movie , smartest man by homeschool would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . court . 25 . est. she/her .

SIGMA EPSILON CHI :

❛ ✶ ( _delizzle , cis female , she/her) — did you see layla witney walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty four year oldjunior . from what i know , they are studying business administration ( minoring in spa management ) and are a part of sigma epsilon chi . they come across as + esthetic but also - cosmopolitan , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @pinkwitney ) it says they are a virgo . if they were in a movie , break up with your girlfriend , i’m bored by ariana grande would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . han . twenty one . est . she/her . lovties . 

❛ ✶ ( scarlett leithold , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see halston vanderbilt walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty one year old junior . from what i know , they are studying fashion design and are a part of sigma epsilon chi . they come across as gregarious but also capricious , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @halston ) it says they are a scorpio . if they were in a movie , valley of the doll by marina and the diamonds would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . ley . 19 . est . she/her . achingblvsh .

OMEGA ALPHA PI :

❛ ✶ ( cierra ramirez , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see athena morillo walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-two year old senior . from what i know , they are studying mathematics and are a part of omega alpha pi . they come across as + outgoing but also - absent-minded , which makes sense because on their instagram ( thee.namorilla ) it says they are a gemini . if they were in a movie , girl anachronism by the dresden dolls would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . alys . twenty-three . est . she/her . bravadofm . 

❛ ✶ ( cindy kimberly , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see bianca rhodes walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-two year old junior . from what i know , they are studying art history and are a part of omega alpha pi . they come across as + loyal but also - blunt , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @bianca ) it says they are a scorpio . if they were in a movie , that girl by all time low would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . eb . 22 . aest . she/her . amorousrps .

❛ ✶ ( hillary trinh , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see grace nguyenwalking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-one year old junior . from what i know , they are studying creative writing and are a part of omega alpha pi . they come across as + quick-witted but also - unmotivated , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @fulllofgrace ) it says they are a sagittarius . if they were in a movie , remember my name by mistkiwould play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . liz . 23 . est . she/they .

❛ ✶ ( kennedy walsh , cisfemale , she/her ) — did you see kristin vaughn walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty year old junior . from what i know , they are studying chemical engineering ( computer science minor ) and are a part of omega alpha pi . they come across as clever but also  closed off , which makes sense because on their instagram ( comevaughn ) it says they are a scorpio . if they were in a movie , heat waves by glass animals would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . alyssa . twenty-two . est . she/her . alvssawrites . 

KAPPA THETA :

❛ ✶ ( jennie kim , cis woman , she / her ) — did you see eloise choi walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-two year old senior. from what i know , they are studying political sciences and are a part of kappa theta . they come across as + gentle but also - opinionated, which makes sense because on their instagram ( @notyourkoreangirl) it says they are a gemini . if they were in a movie , b.s. by jhené aiko and h.e.r would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . vivi . 23 . gmt -3 . she / her . @amouresque . 

❛ ✶ ( maia cotton , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see eileen wolfe walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty-one year old junior . from what i know , they are studying philosophy and are a part of kappa theta . they come across as + magnetic but also - aloof , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @eileen.morgan ) it says they are a scorpio . if they were in a movie , liability by lorde would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . court . 25 . est. she/her . ❛ ✶ ( nailea devora , cis woman , she/her ) — did you see natasha leon walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty year old sophomore . from what i know , they are studying film production and are a part of kappa theta . they come across as + allocentric but also - erratic , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @tashie ) it says they are a gemini . if they were in a movie , late night feelings by mark ronson would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . jamie . 23 . est. she/they . stargczing .

❛ ✶ ( perrie edwards , cis female , she / her ) — did you see aspen davis walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the twenty two year old junior . from what i know , they are studying psych and are a part of kappa theta . they come across as + tender but also - indulgent , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @aspen_ ) it says they are a libra . if they were in a movie , young, dumb & broke by khalid would play whenever they walk into the room . ooc info . skye . 25 . est . she/her . svgarlands .

[damndaehyung]

Fours a crowd

JTMD Au ll Part 2

“Is it wrong that i am a little nervous,” Emily asked as they stepped into the Kappa Alpha Theta house. It was Emily’s first college party and technically Daniel’s as well. On the way here she had been more than excited constantly telling Daniel that she didn’t need him to look after her but now she was a little more nervous.

“No,” Daniel said with a shake of his head and a squeeze of her hand... “But you don’t need to be, I am here to make sure you make it through your first college party unscathed,” and untouched he thought, the only reason he came along was to make sure no boys got brave. He sighed surely a sorority party would have fewer men at them.

“Emily,” In seconds a girl yelled out from the other side of the room, Daniel and Emily turned to see a light brown haired girl waving at them with a wide smile. Beside her was a dark-haired girl who looked like she was looking at Daniel like she was trying to telepathically blow him up.

“Your friends?” Daniel asked raising an eyebrow fixing his own glare at the darker haired girl. Emily nodded, grabbing Daniel’s arm along. “Emily i don’t remember agreeing to meet your friends,” he whined as she pulled him through the crowds. “I am only interested in Sungjae, not these ones,” he complained.

“Soomin, Mimi,” Emily giggled as soon as they got to the pair, pulling each of them in for a quick hug. “This is my cousin, Daniel, Daniel, these are my friends Soomin,” she nodded the bright smiling one and “Eunmi,” she said the girl who was still glaring at Daniel.

“Wow is everyone in your family pretty,” Soomin pouted. Daniel snorted starting to ask if they had seen Jessica only to get an elbow to the ribs from Emily.

“Aren’t you a little too old to be hanging out with freshmen?” Eunmi said. “Don’t you have any friends?”

“Mimi don’t be rude,” Another girl said, arms linked with a boy, Daniel was ready to snap at him if even looked at Emily. . “Hi you must be Daniel, we’ve heard so much about you,” the girl spoke as Daniel turned to Emily wondering what exactly she had been telling these people. “I’m Nora and this guy is David,” she said nodding her head to the boy beside her. Daniel turned to his full attention to the boy, raising an eyebrow at the way he squirmed under his gaze. Oh, he thought, a smirk making its way onto his face he didn’t worry about David at all.

“Right well it was nice to meet you Soomin, Nora and David,” he said, winking at the younger boy who flushed. “I am going to leave you guys to do whatever it is you do,” he said turning to Emily. “What were the rules?” he asked Emily who groaned.

“Don’t drink any drinks that aren’t in an unopened bottle, don’t go anywhere without a friend and if a guy gets handsy with me knee him in the groin and then curb stomp him while he is done,” she repeated as Daniel nodded along proudly, he had taught her so well.

“Perfect, I’ll be around if you need me,” he said, pecking her cheek and glaring at that Eunmi girl one last time. He didn’t know what her problem was but it was now a mutual problem, he’d be having a talk with Emily about getting better friends. Maybe she could hang out with Sungjae outside of work, that would make things so much easier, no more having to go to that cafe every single day and only getting a few minutes of Sungjae’s attention.

He made his way to where the drinks were, grabbing a bottle of Heineken from the cooler, shaking his head as he downed it. He wasn’t a fan of beer let alone light beer that couldn't even give him a light buzz. Daniel stood against the wall, the scowl on his face hopefully made it clear that he wasn’t interested in interacting with anyone.

“I am sorry I’d really love to chat with you but i promised my friend over here a dance,” A girl said coming to stand next Daniel patting his arm as her male accomplice looked him up and down an unimpressed look on his face. Why this guy thought he had any right to be unimpressed by Daniel when he was literally wearing a Ralph Lauren polo shirt to a party. He turned to the girl ready to tell her off for including him in whatever silly game she was playing until their eyes met and he could see the desperation in her eyes.

“Yes i am sorry,” Daniel said dryly, “my friend pinky promised so i guess she will just have to miss whatever witty conversation you were going to have,” he said rolling his eyes. “If you’d excuse us,” he said holding his hand out for the woman, she slid his hand into it laughing as Daniel twirled around her. “We have a dancefloor waiting for us, by-ee,” he said wink as he lead the girl onto the dancefloor.

Once they were out of view Daniel immediately dropped the girls hand spinning around to glare at her raising an eyebrow. “What was that about?” he all but spat. “If that was some scheme to try and get in my pants boy do i have news for you,” he said sarcastically.

“No shit sherlock,” The girl said with an eye roll. “I figured my server lack of penis would be a deal killer,” she snorted as Daniel looked at her incredulously. “Look i didn’t mean to drag you into anything but i am so tired of frat boys trying to chat me up while also attempting to feel me up,” she snapped. “I only came to this party since its my last year here and I really just wanted to have fun,” she said.

“That was an acceptable reason I suppose,” Daniel said tilting his head to the side. “Why you decided to come to this party to have fun doesn’t make sense but who am I to judge you,” he shrugged.

The girl laughed. “Okay fair but i do get the feeling you are judging me to the moon and back,” she said as Daniel shrugged with a sheepish grin. “And long story short i am a part of this sorority but i haven't been to this party since i was a freshman so after many bottles of red wine nostalgia hit me and i agreed to come but my friend ditched me for one of the Sigma boys,” she said. Daniel nodded pretending to understand and care about what she was saying.

“That’s a pity,” he commented. “Well since we are going to be the hottest couple at this party you might as well know my name, I am Daniel, you can call me Daniel - Only Daniel,” Daniel said, he already had people ignoring his no nickname rules he didn’t need anyone else thinking they could, he shuddered at the idea of being called Dan or Niel. Disgusting.

“Mia, also just Mia,” she laughed. “So Daniel, only Daniel, should i be worried about a boyfriend coming, finding us dancing and flipping out?” she asked as she pulled him towards the dancefloor.

“Not that i know off but who knows, I can’t help it if people fall in love with me,” he shrugged. “Do i need to be worried, are the frat boys going to gang up on me later?” he asked.

“Well if they do I’ll beat them up,” she snorted, “this legs can do more than make this dress look pretty,” she said as Daniel looked down. Her legs were doing a lot for her Bulgari dress. “And no my boyfriend is not like that at all, he looks tough but deep down he is a teddy bear,” she said, Daniel tried not to gag at the way she seemed so smitten. “But he is sadly out of town,” she pouted.

“Lovely,” Daniel said dryly. ‘I mean … sorry?”

“Right,” Mia snorted, “Maybe less talking more dancing?” she offered, Daniel had no choice but to accept because he was over awkward conversations.

As much as he hated to admit it, dancing and interacting with Mia was a lot easier than Daniel expected. So much so when she invited out next week he agreed almost instantaneously. Things were going a little too well because over her shoulder he noticed a rather horrifying scene. Boys. Near his cousin. Boys, as in plural. He had expected one might become interested after all Emily was a pretty girl but two! He would just have to pit them against each other and then destroy the winner.

“What has got you grumpy? Your crush show up with someone else?” Mia teased as he spun her around mindlessly.

“Don’t be ridiculous Sungjae would never be here,” he said before pausing, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks he never actually mentioned having a crush to Mia and be the smirk on her face he wouldn’t be hearing the end of it any time soon.

“Sungjae you say,” She hummed. “I need to look into him,” she giggled. “Get you hooked up and then we can have double dates,” she joked.

“Shut up we need to go over there,” he said pointing in the direction Emily was currently standing.

Mia rolled her eyes but let him pull her along. “Daniel, do you think maybe you might be embarrassing her if you do something?” Daniel scowled, he may like Mia enough but he wasn’t going to be told how to look after his cousin by her. He was about to give her a piece of his mind and remind her that they weren’t anywhere near close enough for that when she was pushed to the side, landing awkwardly in a nearby strangers chest. Daniel’s annoyance changing targets to an oddly familiar-looking blonde girl who quickly apologised to Mia before she turned her attention to a group of three other girls. Daniel let out a laugh as he realized that the other three were Tyler’s other girlfriends.

“As if Jane, Tyler would never waste his time with a girl like you,” the brunette girl from the restaurant spoke. “Just stop lying to people, we all know you are busy spreading your legs for anything with a guitar pick, ex-best friend’s boyfriends included,” she said viciously, a smirk making its way onto her face. Ahh nothing like slut-shaming real classy off her.

“Know your place Olivier don’t you dare bring that up,” the girl from the cafe spoke. “And what about you, you're lying as well telling everyone you are dating Ty as well are you kidding me? Could you be any more obsessed with him, it's really pathetic,” she said looking at the ‘Olivier’ girl with so much contempt.

“And what about you Minah? Holding onto a childhood crush really? A different blonde spoke, must be the lingerie girl.

“Should you be speaking, haven’t you had a crush on Tyler like forever, do you honestly expect us to believe he’d be interested in a little girl like you?” the club girl spoke.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Mia said as the club girl leapt on the french girl pinning her to the ground. Daniel rolled his eyes at the loud chorus jeers and cheers that came from most of the male present. “Oh,” she said, watching as the other blonde and the restaurant girl started to argue, the brunette girl slapping the other, the blonde growled grabbing her hair and throwing her back right into Emily who unfortunately didn’t have some stranger to fall into instead landing on the ground with a thud.

Daniel pushed through the crowd to his cousin noticing one of the boys from before was helping her up. “Emmy,” he said taking out of the boy’s arms with a glare. “Does it hurt? Should i call an ambulance?” he asked looking down at her ankle which was swelling up.

“I am okay,” Emily said trying to stand on her own only to a let out a wail. “Okay maybe not,” she said through gritted teeth. Her friends and the boy all crowded around her, the David boy telling the glaring girl to get her to a seat and tell miss smiley to go get some ice.

Daniel opened his mouth to protest but Emily squeezed his arm mouthing it’s okay, she said hopping over to her friends, He turned to follow but noticed Mia and a few other girls struggling to pull the fighting girlfriends of one Tyler Lee apart. He rolled his eyes going to over where Mia was trying to keep the blonde from the club off one of the brunettes, “Jane seriously calm down,” one of the other girls spoke.

“Ara this isn’t worth it,” the girl Daniel recognised said to the younger girl.

“Of course it’s not a bunch of idiot girls fighting over the same idiot boy who is probably out banging another idiot girl,” Daniel commented as Jane sneered at him.

“As if you know anything,” she commented with a sneer as the girl she had been fighting stood up as well, hair a mess and lipstick smudged.

“Yeah my boyfriend,” the Olivier girl said possessively. “Is at home resting because he has a big match tomorrow,” she said with a grin.

“Is that what he is told all of you?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “Trust me he isn’t just like i am sure told the rest of you he was busy on the night he took this one out for dinner,” he said pointing to Olivier, “Or maybe it was when he was out clubbing with Jane, you’re welcome for the drinks by the way,” he said with an eye roll. “Or when you putting on a private show at the La Perla shop?” he said slap happy blonde. “Oh don’t forget the time this one was turning me off an entire nation with the antics, oh i love when you speak French baby,” “ he spat bitterly, “but that was the middle of the day so maybe he was studying,” he laughed. “You are all so pathetic fighting each other instead of the guy that cheated on you all,” he shook his head.

“Come on Mia lets go,” he said to Mia, who looked on with amusement, he said grabbing his friend and pulling towards where Emily and friends were gathered.

“I feel like you will regret getting involved,” Mia said in a sing-song voice. “All those girls looking for revenge and you are just there as a target,” she said with a laugh.

“Oh well, what are they going to do? Pull my hair? And they should be thanking me,” he said with an eye roll not knowing that in a few hours Mia would be very right.

[aqvarius]

Can you do a depress MC headcanon?? For HLITF?

i’m assuming this is asking for my headcanons on how hlitf instructors would respond if mc was depressed? (i’m just going to act on the premise that mc is depressed about work because detective mc is obsessed with work)

Goto: “I want you to rely on me when you’re feeling down.”

Goto would give you lots of kind and gentle words of encouragement and helpful suggestions. He would offer to support you in any way he could, always buying you coffee and making sure you were taking care of yourself and giving yourself enough breaks. He’d want you to feel like you could ask him for help anytime and he’d be happy to do anything you asked of him. If you kept silent, he’d be upset if you felt like you didn’t want to burden him with your problems.

Kaga: “If you can’t handle this then just go back to Nagano.”

Kaga would undoubtedly make you feel worse and then have to work harder to make it up to you. He’d cuss himself out for being too harsh and then avoid you because he made you feel so garbage but he’d always be watching over you silently. Hana asks where you are because she hasn’t seen you in a while and then scolds Kaga for being such a meanie. Finally he would attempt to make you feel loved by basicallyfocussing on pleasuring you in bed until you’re exhausted and passed out in his arms (his logic is that hewants to flood you with dopamine and oxytocin? Just kidding Kaga doesn’t knowscience lmao.) He just wants to make you feel so good and forget abouteverything else and literally couldn’t care less about getting off himself.

Ishigami: “If you have time to be depressed then youshould be working on the case.”

Ishigami would also make you feel worse because of his harsh words but then he’d feel really guilty about it and get really stressed about why he phrased it like that when he really means that solving the case is the only way that is going to get you out of your head. He feels bad that you become so emotionally affected by work and wishes that you could compartmentalise. He would give you his last pudding as an apology but still feel like it’s not enough so he spends ages googling “how to make gf feel better after I hurt her feelings” lol. Eventually he realises that his own work is being hindered because he misses your smile and he would go to you to apologise and comfort you.

Soma: “I promised to protect both your body and your heart.”

Soma would do anything to spoil you. He’d make sure to spend time sparring with you to try to get your spirits back up, he’d take you out on silly dates to try and give you some stimulation and get you to let loose and have some fun, he’d treat you to his cooking. He would basically bully anyone who hurts you while you’re particularly sensitive. He’d press his forehead against yours and remind you of all the things that make you wonderful, encouraging you until you felt like you could start to pick yourself back up.

Shinonome: “I’m saying you’re most useful with that dopey grin on yourface.”

Shinonome would work tirelessly to set things up behind the scenes so that your missions play to your strengths, and he would take all the extra work for himself.  He’d leave you drinks andtoiletries when it seems like you don’t have the energy or motivation to takecare of yourself, even going as far as to special order his favourite limited edition products. He’d be gentle with you, offering lots of cuddles and head pats while he lets you cry yourself to sleep on his chest. He’d even begrudgingly ask Miyayama to lookafter you if he couldn’t do it himself even though it would drive him mad (because let’s be real, Shinonome is 90% the cause of his MC’s depression lol). He hates seeing you cry and would miss his smiley idiot kappa somuch it hurts. 

Namba: “Am I really enough to help her…?”

Namba would be there for you with cryptic encouragement. He’s seen his officers go through some really difficult mental situations and has learnt from experience when and how to support them, and he’ll use all of his knowledge to help you. Despite that, he might still doubt himself and wonder if someone else who could work more closely with you would be in a better position to support you. 

Kurosawa: “Just keep smiling even if you don’t feel like it.”

Honestly Tooru is probably fucking depressed himself lol. He’d give you his standard advice of smiling through the pain and not letting anyone see your weak side. But he would definitely be able to tell that your smile is fake and it would bother him. He’d keep encouraging you and being goofy to try to cheer you up.

Narita: “Who even let you graduate?”

Narita is probably the cause of your depression (but only if it’s not Shinonome). He’d yell at you and give you flashbacks of being at the academy, but only because he cares about you and secretly wishes you were still there for him to yell at. The question is: who even let him in HQ? He should be at the academy doing marking. 

[ineffectualdemon]

My Reactions to Sarazanmai as it happened

Episode 1

Me:

"Hey a lot of blogs I follow seem to be into this one anime. I'm gonna check it out"

*Watches not even one full episode*

"Wtf did I just watch?"

It involves teen boys being turned into "kappas" frog like creatures by another kappa going up their butt.

They then battle monsters by going up their butt and pulling out their secret fetish and exposing it making the monster die of shame

None of that is made up by me

Episode 2

Me:

I want you all to know the second episode is even weirder and has two cops do a homoerotic dance about otters? I'm not entirely sure what they were dancing about but one cop sexily ripped open his companions shirt

While singing about desires and otters

Friend 1:

Did they mean actual otters or gay man otters?

Me:

It might be both. This show is insane

The main character so far has been revealed to cross dress as an idol and stole a cat all to make their little brother happy. One of the other main characters sells weed and waterboards people and breaks into cars to help his older brother raise money?

Third main character seems to be relatively normal so far and quite distressed about everything

The gay cops are the bad guys? I think.

Oh and one of the monsters turned out to be a guy who wanted to shave cats to make the perfect cat outfit for petplay.

I am not lying

Episode 3

Me:

Okay normal boy has a crush on cross dressing boy and kissed him when he was passed out so that will probably be revealed at the end of the episode.

(When they defeat the monster they connect telepathically and a secret is revealed)

I genuinely don't know why I'm still watching this

Ok apparently it gets even gayer but then super depressing so I may have to stop watching after this ep

I can't even finish the third episode as the baby gay pining is so damn awkward and cringy. To be fair it's not set up as cringy because it's gay but because the character is awkward af

(I did finish it)

Episode 4

Me:

Me: this anime is weird and fucked up I'm can't watch anymore

Also me: *halfway through episode 4*

the monsters (who are made of people) have so far been monsters because

1. Steals boxes to put on their head while naked

2. Shaves cats to make a costume for pet play

3. Wants to kiss all the women and divide them into thirds? (I didn't understand this one but as a monster he was turning women dressed as brides into fish)

4. Wanted to make soba out of a woman's used bathwater

Secrets revealed about the heros

1. Protag 1 cross dresses and pretends to be an Idol called Sara-chan because their little brother is a fan

2. Protag 1 stole a cat for their little brother

3. Protag 2 is in love with Protag 1 and not only kissed him while he was asleep but also sniffed his soccer uniform and sucked on his recorder in secret

4. Protag 3 literally killed a man

Also apparently the evil cops are singing about an otter while doing their evil gay dance because the otter is their boss?

*Apparently episode 5 I couldn't even comment on*

Episode 6&7

Me:

I just started episode six I'm in too deep help me

WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING IN THIS SHOW NOW!?

Someone on Tumblr just left a reply saying "you get used to the butt stuff. In fact, you'll miss it" which is frankly terrifying

Some updates

1. Protag 1 blamed himself for his little brother being paralyzed but had a touching moment after saving his brothers life from the evil gay cops so is over that

2. Protag 2 is way too obsessive about Protag 1 and needs to chill

3. Protag 3 needs to distance himself from his older brother who is a literal criminal

The Otter Empire fought with the Kappas over desire and the Otters are evil.

Gay cops were gay Knights? when the Kappa empire was brought down and Gay cop 2. Gave his life to save Gay cop 1.

Only Gay Cop 1 gave up something to "save" Gay Cop 2 which means they now work for the otters and Gay Cop 2 is kinda a doll that needs "maintenance" which may or may not involve him fucking otters

Okay he needs maintenance because he has a mechanical heart which is why the Gay Cops are working for the Otters. But there is angst because Gay Cop 2 obvs can't feel real love for Gay Cop 1

Episode 8&9

Me:

Episode 8 finished.

I hate this show and am in hell

*Starts episode 9*

Okay Crack Anime Update:

Gay cops tried to kill Protag 1 but Protag 2 threw himself in the way and is on route to death but is temporarily alright because he's been turned into a Kappa?

Protag 1 is trying to save him

Gay Cop 1 thought Gay Cop 2 had stopped being a doll and become his proper boyfriend again but then it turned out no he wasn't and he is fucking an Otter for "maintenance" but the Otter is like Nega Gay Cop 1

There was ripping out of a heart and licking it suggestively

Protag 3 had left town with his older brother but his brother got caught up in a gang war and was fatally shot by another gang member while he was holding a gun to Protag 3's head.

Anyway he died while they were on top of a ferry that I think is heading back to town and he (Protag 3) was very cut up about his brother dying even though HE HELD A LOADED GUN TO HIS HEAD

2 more episodes to go

Friend 2:

I'm so confused

Me:

There is a lot to be confused by

Episode 10:

Me:

Okay so I'm not even done with episode 10 but holy fuck

Gay Cop 2 was never a doll. In order to stay by Gay Cop 1's side he had to say he hated him or his fake heart would explode

Which Gay Cop 1 overheard him saying he hated him so thought he wasn't his real boyfriend

And then the Otter took the shape of Nega Gay Cop 1 for only Gay Cop 2's eyes and fucked him. Again, making sure Gay Cop 1 caught them so he thought even worse about his boyfriend.

Anyway this episode has led to Gay Cop 1 finding all of this out so Gay Cop 2 said he loved Gay Cop 1 and always had and exploded

Gay Cop 1 went completely apeshit and tried to kill Protag 1 & 2 who were there because all of them are trying to get a maguffin to make their wishes come true

Anyway he is then murdered by Protag 3.

I should say because I don't think I said it before Protags 1, 2, and 3 are all FOURTEEN.

Protag 3 has murdered at least 2 gangmembers and a Gay Cop at this point

And he's still a good guy?

Okay now Protags 1 & 3 are having a standoff over who gets the maguffin because Protag 1 wants to bring back Protag 2 and Protag 3 wants to bring back his brother WHO HELD A LOADED GUN TO HIS FOREHEAD

Friend 2:

Protag 1 should win

Me:

I think he probably will but I get that Protag 3 is seriously messed up because his brother fucked him up badly

Okay Protag 1 won and Protag 2 is safe but Protag 3 was tricked by the otters to walk into a void? I think the other two are going to save the 14 year old who has murdered at least 3 people by this point

In fairness at least once was in self defense

Friend 2:

"At least once".

Me:

Well the second one was ambiguous as they were shooting in his general direction. The last one he shot the Gay Cop in the back but he was going to kill the other Protags? So it's hard to say where that lands on the morality scale

Friend 2:

Defense. Though morally should really warn someone to stop first. I'd say the second is probably ok to keep from being hit by bullets.

I'm being generous because I don't know how "general" the direction was.

Me:

Well they didn't know he was there and they were shooting at his brother who was a bit in front of him

The first one he was 10 and a gang leader was threatening to kidnap him to kill his brother so...

Friend 2:

So he's a train wreck, is what you're telling me.

Me:

Yup

Episode 11

Me:

I cant even describe what's going on in this episode but basically they were being erased from existence in the void?

but through the Power of Friendship and

Protag 1: realising he wants to make connections with the people around him/letting go of his guilt

Protag 2: getting over his crush on Protag 1

And Protag 3: realising he doesn't want a life of crime/to die early?

They are fighting back against evil?

Friend 2:

You know that Ancient aliens meme where the guy with mad hair spreads his hands and it just says "aliens" on it?

That, except it's me and the word is "anime".

Me:

Accurate

*breathe in" Okay

So they defeated evil? despair? Idk there was a good message about "hey life sometimes sucks but like erasing yourself from existence is bad so don't and you have to actually face your problems and hey the future might suck as well but deal with it when it comes" but in the most FUCKED UP PACKAGING EVER

Other things that happened though: Gay Cops came back as Gay Knights and on the side of good

Kappa creature became Half Hot Guy Half Weird Looking Thing

And after they won Protag 3 went to Juvie for 3 years

When he came out the other two were waiting to be his friends again and everything was cheerful in like a "The future could really suck but it might not" way. like they were presented with a potential future where they hate each other but one where they weren't? Idk. It was bizarre

anyway this was a trip and I'm glad it's dead now.

Husband:

When does season two come out?

Me:

I REFUSE

[wesker20]

Fallen Hero 1.5 Episode 6 Parasites

Hideout - Morning

The blood on your puppet terrifies you right now for some reason. It looks so… unnatural, so out of place. You trained her body to make sure she could defend herself, but the fight at the parking lot was something else. It wasn’t just self-defense, you enjoyed it. You are no stranger to enjoying a fight, but it was always born out of pride, a sense of knowing you won against odds that were too much for you. Here it felt the odds were not stacked against you but against them.

You shake your head away and head towards the one sided mirror on your office. You watch your crew training, Pelayo relaying orders and the rest executing them to the best of their abilities. They take a familiar position to you. Zaza remains behind, taking advantage of his incredible eye, Pelayo stays in front of him acting as a wall between him and anybody else who wants to get to Zaza, and Nehal and Ward take point, acting as the Vanguard of the group.

It takes you back watching them like this, work in unison.

You and Kappa always stepped into the fray, Zeta stood away and acted as the sniper, and Alpha was always an immoveable wall. With the Rangers your position changed to back up and tactician, but you were fine with that too. Anathema would be the one to stay behind and cover you while Ortega and Steel took point.

But it doesn’t matter, none of that mattered. In the end everything you touched, you destroyed. No team was ever safe with you. Sooner or later they were destined to be destroyed. But if that’s the case then what does that say about you? About your crew? Will they also fall eventually? All because of you? Just like the others? They say that doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. Are you insane then? For always falling back on having a team knowing what has happened in the past?

Would it be safer to fire them and go solo? Maybe… they would be safer. None of them deserve to be brought down with you. But they are yours. You keep what is yours, no matter what.

You put on your mask and step outside. You make sure to take each step slowly, letting the hard sound of your boots echo throughout the hideout. They all know what that means and everyone lines up as your silhouette forms in front of them, hands locked behind your back, cape covering all of your body, and cloak hiding the reflecting mask. You are sure in their position you would be disturbed, if not terrified. But then again, they have seen you and spoken with you enough times that you doubt they feel that anymore.

You let the silence hang in the air as you walk in front of them eyeing them up carefully. You notice a bit of shake from Rosie although her face remains emotionless. Good, she has learned to hide her fear better. Pelayo and Ward both stand upright and frozen like statues. They have military discipline and obviously see you as their commanding officer. Zaza is more relaxed albeit still somewhat scared, still not enough to not screw up from time to time but you have faith you can get there. Nehal is different; her posture is focused and stiff, but not as disciplined as Pelayo and Ward. Her face lights up and she looks at you with the same eyes of someone else. Herald. She admires and looks up to you and wants nothing else than to prove herself. That much you can discern from just looking at her, but even if that wasn’t enough her thoughts are just as ridiculously open as Herald’s, meaning that you receive them just as clearly.

You finally step back and stare at all of them. “We all know what’s going on. The so called Army has been causing trouble and smearing my name. We tried once and we failed. That one was on me and I apologize.” You see Zaza brows shoot up in surprise, Nehal stiffens as if she wanted to say something but chose not to, and Rosie’s stance relaxes. Pelayo and Ward remain motionless but their thoughts shot up enough for you to notice that they feel the same way as the rest. “I failed to predict that something like this might happen. And let me be clear,” you take a step forward and finish with “I won’t let that happen again.”

“We will do our best boss,” Pelayo responds. You nod to him and continue.

“Jane has brought me some interesting information,” more like Hollow Ground gave you some but you don’t mention that to them. You pull out an envelope and hand it over to Pelayo so he passes it to the rest. “That’s a list of individuals who may have something to do with what is going on. We are going to get each and every single one of them.”

Nehal steps up and says “We won’t let you down boss. These guys are fucked.”

You make a sudden turn with your head to her, which causes her to step back. “Don’t get cocky Nehal. I appreciate your confidence, but don’t let it control you.” She nods. “Not all of them will resist, but some will. You can hurt them. But remember; I want them alive.” You proceed to dismiss them but you call Nehal to speak to her in private; you have another assignment for her since she wants to prove herself so badly. Time to give her that chance.

Gym – Morning

Truth is, however you don’t really care. You doubt any of them know more than what Hollow Ground already gave you. That said the possibility is still there. And of course there are the other two reasons. You want to see how the voice will react. They must be watching your every move or at least paying enough attention to know what move you’ll do next so you decided to put them between the sword and a hard place. If they react then you know the suspects know more. Not only that but you will also push them to panic, and panicked people make mistakes. If they don’t do anything that means the suspects either know nothing or very little, the voice is so arrogant they don’t care, or they are not paying enough attention to you. But what you really want is for people to start talking, spreading the rumor that you are investigating, and not happy with the Army. Effectively disconnecting you from them and taking a swing at the voice. Either way, it’s a win-win for you. It’s so surprising how the simplest of plans can net you the best results no matter the outcomes.

You can’t help but smirk at the thought as Emily takes another swing at you and you evade it with ease. That’s right, while your crew takes care of the kidnappings, you decided to shoot down another bird by meeting with Emily as Jane so as to keep an eye on her and confirm your suspicions. Either she is a huge fan or she’s really bad at hiding herself. You guide the conversation masterfully back at Red Doll and Emily does not shut up about it. You have known heroes who had major egos before, Thunder, Silver Cat, Mayor Ultimate, even Ortega when you first met her, you thought she had a huge ego before you knew her more. And, of course, most recently good old Lady Argent.

But you don’t sense the same from Emily. It’s more like pride. Still, it means she may not take failure well, and of course you killed her boyfriend. She throws another punch, you catch it and turn it into an armbar which she has no choice of escaping, at least not unless she was Red Doll and used her powers.

“Seriously? This is what, your fifth win?” she says as you let her go.

“You need to think a bit more. You are just throwing punches with no objective.”

“I do have an objective: Beat you,” she says oh so innocently. You can’t help but chuckle.

“Besides that. How are you planning to beat me?” you ask her and she stays there, only managing an “Uuuuuuuhhhhhh.”

You shake your head and sigh.

“Try attacking from the left. She has a hard time blocking that side,” you hear a very familiar voice say and you turn to see her. Of course, it’s Ortega. Anything else world? Because I don’t think you have done enough.

“You know I was trying to teach her. She doesn’t learn her lesson if you just tell her.”

“I think we have established I’m the better fighter here,” she shoots back in her teasing tone.

“Being a great fighter a great teacher does not make.”

“True, but it’s a start.”

You laugh as you decide to just let her have this one. You turn towards Emily only to find a girl who looks more like a stick than a person. Kudos to her, she could probably win that one challenge people were so obsessed about years ago. Mannequin challenge you think it was called.

“eh, well, Julia this is Emily, Emily Julia.” Ortega extends her hand and it takes Emily a whole second before she responds in kind. And even then it’s a very stiff shake.

“I’m guessing you know who I am already then,” Ortega says trying to ease the tension. You watch Emily gulp. Gosh she is bad at this.

“I, uh, I do,” she finally manages.

Ortega brings out that classic smile that melts any tension on the air. You simply feel the need to facepalm but you settle for rolling your eyes. “I’ll go change and then I can help you. Both of you.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” you say as she leaves. You wonder if she did not plan to come here until the last moment.

“You are friends with her?” you hear Emily’s voice, more quizzical than anything else.

“Yeah we met,” you stop for a second to make sure you don’t slip up and say years instead of months. “about four, almost five months ago,” you finish. You turn to her to find a worried look on her face.

“Doesn’t she work with that other woman, what’s her name?”

You feel the need to almost slap her in the face. And then facepalm yourself so hard you’ll leave a permanent mark. Seriously, could she be any more obvious? How has she survived this long? “Lady Argent?” you say just to play along but deep down you just want to knock some sense into her.

“That one.”

“Yes.” She doesn’t respond but her face changes from worried to neutral. You decide to try a more direct approach, if she’s going to be this obvious you might as well poke harder. “Are you ok?

“What? Yes. I am,” she says obviously lying.

“Are you sure? Because that look on your face says otherwise.”

“Nah, I’m just tired,” she responds. Gosh, it’s like she read the cliché book for excuses.

“Has anyone ever told you you are a terrible liar?” you say.

She turns to you with a sad smile. “Yeah, once. My boyfriend. He said I had to get better at it.”

“Cool. Maybe you can present us some day,” you say, deciding to grab the bull by the horns.

“He… He’s gone now.”

You want to be angry with her right now. Maybe you are being too harsh on her, she is a novice after all and you have been running and hiding most of your free life but still. If she had caught the attention of any other top villain, she would be dead. Which begs the question why do you even care? You’ve only known her in her civilian life for a couple of weeks and in her hero life, if she is, she wants to cut your head off. So then why do you just want to hug her and say you are sorry?

“I’m sorry.”

She turns to you, her eyes watery. “It’s ok. I’m fine.”

You decide not to call out her obvious lie and simply put a hand on her shoulder. Even though it was you who did it, you still know what it feels like to have someone taken from you.

Gym – Afternoon

You finish for the day. Ortega left after a couple of hours, having to head for Rangers HQ, and left you to continue practicing with Emily, who did learned a couple of things. Better watch out when she and Mastermind next meet. Just as you step out, however, you see a crowd heading for you. A crowd with a very distinct black attire and mark: The Army of Mastermind. Shit.

“Oh you gotta be shitting me,” you say as you watch them approach.

“Crap,” Emily says right after you. They don’t head straight for you but block yours and everyone else’s path. One of them steps up, clearly the leader of this particular group.

“People listen up. From here on out this part of town is ours. If no one wants to get their asses kicked out you gotta pay. If you pay, we’ll make sure no one bothers you ever again”

Oh hell no. Racketeering? Really? You hear a “psst” and turn to see Emily.

“Jane there’s an alley beside the gym. C’mon.” You follow her without question. As much as you want to beat these idiots up even after what you did with the other gang members, there’s no way you can handle a crowd as big as this. But just as you step in the alley you hear Emily say “keep running.” You don’t obey and instead turn to see that she is no longer there. Well, suspicion confirmed. At least ninety five percent.

You decide to sneak up and see what happens and just as you suspected, Red Doll arrives just in time. The Army wastes no time to try and swarm her, but she easily slips out of the group holding her. Crap about Polymorphs, they are slippery as hell. She begins knocking them out, one, two, three at a time. She uses her limbs as projectiles, and any punch that lands she simply lets it go through her. You even manage to recognize some of the moves as moves you have taught her yourself. Well, if you wanted to make her more dangerous, congratulations. You shake your head out, wondering where did that thought came from. Not that it matters, it’s correct. Why the hell did you just gave her more tools to beat you is beyond your comprehension.

It really does not last more than a couple of minutes. None of these idiots were boosted or mods, and they were clearly low level goons. You see Red Doll stand there with a smile, a very proud smile which you have already seen before. “Hey,” you yell.

“Jane? I- I mean miss, this place is dangerous, get to safety.”

You raise an eyebrow letting her know that she is still a terrible liar and putting on a mask does not make her any better. She catches the message pretty quickly. “I’m that bad huh?” she says with a look of embarrassment. You simply nod while smiling from ear to ear. At least she’s not stupid.

Later – diner

“Can you keep the secret?” Emily asks sheepishly.

“Better than you, that’s for sure,” you say as you take a sip of soda.

“You already suspected?”

“Well, let’s be real. The way you speak of… Red Doll either makes you look like an obsessed fangirl or that you are her. One of those was doomed to be the answer.”

She moans like a puppy and hides her face on her hands. “Relax. You’ll be fine with me. My lips are sealed.”

She finally raises her face, relieve painted all over. “Thanks. Not many know.” Not many, huh? That means there are others. Maybe family members, and probably her boyfriend too.

“So what now?” you ask her half curious.

“Now I’ll go take a shower and try to think how to hide my secret better.”

“Yes please. You’re painful to see when lying,” you say sarcastically.

“You know how?” she asks with genuine curiosity. Oh crap, you know where this is going.

“I think we established I may or may not be a very good teacher.”

“But you are the only one who can. All the other people who know-“ you stop her right before she spills something else.

“First of all, think before you speak. You talk too fast for your own good. Second, I’ll think about it.” She smiles at your response.

“Thanks Jane.”

Apartment – Dusk

The pieces are beginning to fall into place. You are now certain who Red Doll is. Now, all you need to do is wait for a call. From whom, remains to be seen. The phone rings; both of them. One untraceable number for your crew and your personal one. The untraceable one displays Pelayo, your private only says private. You smile and answer Pelayo first.

“Yes.”

“We got the first one boss.”

“Good. Wait for me, I’ll be there,” you hang and take the other one. “Good to hear from you again. I was starting to miss you.”

“Ah, I feel so bad for making you wait. But really I’m sure it’s nothing. After all, you have been busy.”

“That I have.”

“I take it you know those idiots are not going to say much that you do not already know, right?” You simply chuckle at them.

“You can’t blame me for trying.”

“Maybe. But still, I think I should teach you a lesson.” So panicking it is. You can imagine Nehal celebrating now.

“Oh, you mean the bomb you set on my hideout to kill my crew?”

“What?”

“Yeah, about that. See, I thought that someone who wants to hurt me might want to go after those closest to me. But killing a Ranger is too much, you’ll get chased down no matter what. Killing Mortum would also get you too much attention, more than what you already have. And of course, Red Doll is too new. No way you think she’s anything important to me. So my crew was the easiest target. So I told my youngest underling to check out for a bomb.”

“Ha, you send a brat to disarm a bomb. I thought you were smarter than that,” they say with mockery.

“Let me finish. I gave her a device I made. Now, I’m no tech genius, but if there is one positive I can take out of my time as a Re-gene, is that I learned a lot about weapons, including bombs. And here’s the kicker, we may all be different, but Re-genes rarely, ever, create their own signature for bombs. Even cuckoos. I admit, that last one was huge gamble but you don’t succeed if you don’t take a couple of risks. So basically what I’m saying is that I made a devise that directly disarmed a bomb made by a Re-gene.”

“How are you so certain it did?”

“Because if I was in your place, I would have detonated it along with the suspect.” At that moment your phone rings again. “Give me a second,” you say and take it. “Yes?”

“Boss, Nehal wants to talk to you.”

“Pass her through,” you only smile and make sure to put the earphone on the speaker so the caller listens to Nehal’s report. She found it, just where you thought it would be and she disarmed without even trying. You congratulate her and hang. “Anything to say?” and nothing comes. “I’ll give you a hint, I know you are from the farm. More than that, I now know you are not just any person from the farm, you are Re-gene, just like me. Actually let me correct that, you are nothing like me.”

You still hear nothing except a distorted growl that must be their breathing. “Just so you know,” you begin as you stand up, your tone turning dark, almost resembling that of Mastermind when you have the mask on. “If you had succeeded and killed my crew, there is no place on this planet I wouldn’t go to hunt you down and tear you to pieces. Not even the Catastrofiend could come up with what I would do to you.”

“Heh, if only you were that overprotective with your old team, maybe they would still be… alive? I mean I’m sure Alpha is but I doubt she even remembers her own name let alone you.”

“We grow. Or rather learn.”

“If so you would have stopped after the facility fell. But instead you went on to join the Rangers, only to also lead them to their destruction during Heartbreak.” You twitch at the mention of that and your cold anger grows. “Face it, you are destined to always take everyone down with you. Because you don’t really care about others, you only care about yourself, about how you feel. You can’t tolerate being alone in your misery, so you bring others down with you. Just like you did with the Rangers, just like you did with your squad, you will do to your crew. You will take them down and leave them as shells of who they were. In the end you are just a parasite that feeds and feeds until its food is gone and moves on to the next. Maybe that should be your new villain name, Jeremy.” they finish, saying your name with a mixture of disgust and mockery, as if you don’t deserve that name and hang.

Anger, self hatred, doubt. All swim around your mind but you crush them all down. Now’s not the time to dwell on how you feel but rather in what you have won. Their little outburst just gave you all the information you needed. You know who they are, now you just need to learn where they are, how they are using the Army and take them down. But how? How can you take down one of your own? One of your teammates?

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Hello could you do headcanon with Tsukki, Oikawa, Shirabu and Goshiki gf is astrology nerd?

A/N: Hi Anon! THANK YOU FOR MY FIRST ASK

Astrology (noun) the study of the movements and relative positions of celestial bodies interpreted as having an influence on human affairs and the natural world.

Oikawa Tooru:

Oikawa is the epitome of astronomy nerd, and he is over the moon (hahaha I’m so funny) when he finds out you share his love of the stars, albeit in a slightly different way

Appreciates an S/O who can name so many constellations and other celestial bodies

Probably first noticed you because you were rambling about starts—once he heard you rambling about the stars his interest was piqued

He probably ends up hanging outside your classroom during breaks and lunches to listen to you read your friend’s horoscopes and give them advice based on their star signs

When you notice Oikawa Tooru of all people lingering around all the time, you’re shocked to say the least. You approached him one lunch break and offered to read his horoscope. That was the start of your friendship (read flirtationship)

Tooru probably asked you out on the day of a significant celestial event related to romance —probably when Venus moves into its shadow (according to my questionable research this is related to changes in love/romance). He did a lot of research/late night googling to figure out what day would be perfect to ask you for a date. You find this incredibly sweet and thoughtful (Oikawa is a soft nerdy boy ok, fight me.)

100% will try to rope you into his alien obsession (much to his friends’ dismay). A chill date night involves a marathon of alien movies with questionable special effects

Will gladly take you on frequent stargazing dates and point out the constellations and other features of the night sky that you frequently obsess over

You two probably have a shared calendar on your phones with all the important celestial events marked in big bold letters. You guys have the timing down to the exact MINUTE the events start

Has gotten in trouble multiple times for rooftop dates at your place (please don’t actually go on the roof it’s dangerous)

Probably gets hooked on checking horoscope websites and will always remember to tear out or mark the weekly/monthly horoscope pages in magazines to save for you

During the supermoon triple event you guys bought a ton of snacks and food and had a midnight picnic in the park

In general two space nerds in love can never go wrong (unless you’re the volleyball team—in that case two space nerds = double the suffering, but they all still appreciate the captain’s girlfriend anyways because she makes him a lot less broody/harsh on himself and helps him focus on the brighter things in life)

Tsukishima Kei:

When you first start dating he doesn’t really know that you are into astrology—he knows you can name the zodiac constellations from memory, but he just chalks it up to you being a space nerd (which he is 100% okay with)

Later though, when he starts staying over at your place more often, he starts noticing little things, like the daily horoscope notifications on your phone and the different astrology books that are tucked into your shelves

He ends up lurking around your classroom during a break and overhears you talking about your poor horoscope reading of the day with your friends. Tsukki is a cynic, so when he first hears you talking about horoscopes with your classmates he scoffs to himself

Is confused as to why you invest so much of your time obsessing over weekly/daily horoscopes and other celestial events. He’s more of the “I’ll make things happen” kind of guy

Despite his initial doubt, he finds you super adorable whenever your rant/go tirades about astrology (he may have secretly googled information about astrology so he could talk to you about it…but no one need to know that)

He ends up also getting some kind of daily text subscription/app so he can read your daily horoscope. When you have an “unlucky” reading or some kind of not so great prediction he somehow always shows up to school with your lucky item (that he claims he “found” laying around in his house)

Ok but Tsukki rlly?? Who has a small penguin plush just “laying around.” I see you boi you are actually a little caring floofball under that sassy exterior

Whenever he has a game you always make sure to give him his lucky item for the day before he goes onto the court. He makes sure that the item is always on the bench where you can see it.

You can probably convince him to take you stargazing a few times during the school day. Just talk to him after a game — he’s all tired and will be more likely to agree ;)

Will get annoyed when the other boys on the team ask you for their horoscope — you’re his girlfriend, not the team’s astrological consultant (aka. Jealous sassy crow)

Shirabu

So he is one of the few players who didn’t get into Shiratorizawa on sports scholarship (you learn something new everyday) and has to keep up his grades in addition to being a regular

Poor boy is often swamped with work and v v stressed out with time

You try to lighten his spirits by sending fun astrology facts (ie. Did you know that those born under Taurus are expected to have a restful day today? I hope you don’t stress out too much and sleep early today!)

He loves getting these cute little texts from you—in fact he just finds your love of star signs adorable in general. You can go on for hours about the ways constellations, planets and other celestial bodies are predictors of things to come

When he is free (usually after they win a tournament) he likes to take you on stargazing dates. Sometimes you’ll also go to a temple to get your fortune told (not sure if this is zodiac/astrology based if any one can let me know that would be great)

Will ask you if he can keep both his and your lucky items on game days because having you indirectly gives him lucky (hnng I love sweet Shirabu)

Will comfort you if you have an unlucky horoscope for the day. He points out that it can’t be that bad because he can cancel out your bad luck with his good fortune

Get’s pretty annoyed when the other volleyball team guys bug you for their horoscopes. Astrology is kind of “your” thing—it’s something that you guys share together as a couple. Although he begrudgingly accepts that the team will now forever be asking you about the stars after seeing your excitement that you can talk to more people about their star signs

Doesn’t subscribe to any horoscopes or get an apps, but he knows that you’ll always forward him his horoscope for the day

Goshiki Tsutomu

Little eagle birb is confused??? What is a horoscope? What is a Leo??? What??? (This boy has no life outside of volleyball pls help him)

very very curious and will constantly ask you questions. You, of course, are more than happy to spend your dates and walks back home talking about your passion

He always walks with you to school and will always as for his daily horoscope on the way, so you make it a habit to check both your and his horoscopes everyday before breakfast

When he gets an unlucky/bad horoscope for the day, this boy gets very upset. You often have convince him that an unlucky reading doesn’t guarantee a bad day—he just has to be more careful and pay attention to what the reading said to avoid

He probably goes all out to learn more about astrology, will probably buy a bajillion astrology books, star charts, spend late nights online, get horoscope apps etc. He genuinely wants to get to know you better, including your passion for astrology

Often brags about your passion to the team, inevitably you befriend most of the team and now like every volleyball player will ask you for their daily horoscope whenever they see you

Goshiki will be super extra on game days and make everyone on the team (or at least the regulars) get their lucky item for the day. You find this endearing/entertaining (once the collection of items on the court included a pair of diving flippers, a kappa statue, a potted cactus and dried shitake mushrooms)

Overall Goshiki is an excited bf and probably becomes as much of an astrology geek as you