#maybe i should flip a coin haha

[yuesya]

I think Shiki should save Yuzuki.

However, my reasoning for doing so is heartless enough to make a Gojo elder proud, namely that'll advance Shiki's technique to new heights. It'll open a new avenue for her curse technique by allowing her to shake off the constraints of a limited perception, specifically the belief that her ability can only interact with physical objects and cursed energy rather than broader concepts.

On the other hand, I can also see why you'd choose not to go down that route since it'll open a whole new can of worms. More specifically, it'll open a pathway for Shiki to start severing Heavenly Restrictions with Maki and Mechamaru in particular sticking out like sore thumbs.

But given that Nasu-verse Shiki has actually used her Mystic Eyes to excise a debilitating disease it would seem like such a missed opportunity not to use this ability, especially since Yuzuki seems to have been narratively set up for this very purpose. To have him wilt away with Shiki unable to do anything about it would simply lack pay off in my opinion.

Not to mention this new can of worms, should it be opened, could also be a new opportunity to explore more characters in depth. For instance, although we know Mechamaru would agree to it in a heart beat, what about Maki? Would she hold on to her Heavenly Restriction because of her pride and spite for the Zenin clan or would she cast it off to obtain a sense of belonging in Jujutsu tech, potentially even inherenting her father's cursed technique since she seems to have the disposition for it.

Overall, I think saving Yuzuki would be the more interesting of the two paths and would pay greater dividends down the line, but I can also understand why it's not in the cards at the moment.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts! You make some excellent points here, and I'll be taking that under advisement.

But something else to consider... hear me out, my friend. What if 'curing illness' is something that Shiki figures out after Yuzuki dies? More specifically, what if it's something that she only learns to see precisely because of having observed Yuzuki's slow march towards death? While I could certainly see the clan elders happily celebrating this achievement nonetheless, what are the repercussions that this might have on Shiki, personally? What kind of cracks would it put into her confidence as a sorcerer?

:D

... Of course, I'm still playing around with multiple ideas right now, so Yuzuki's fate is still very much up in the air at this moment in time.

Regarding Heavenly Restrictions, I have an idea of how I might approach it once it becomes relevant in the fic, but that's currently still a ways off yet. More on this in the future, hopefully!

[crocodile-tears-and-a-dream]

excuses..

summary: the two of you stopped at an inn after a long night of travel, but there was only one room..

pairing: geralt of rivia x gn!reader

warnings: they're stupid, fluff

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i haven't written anything that's not a crack fic or a screenplay in ages. this is my attempt at fixing my bad writing, any constructive feedback is welcome!

it was stupid, borderline pathetic, how the two of you tried to find any reasoning at all that cold winter night.

you and geralt had been traveling for quite some time trying to get to the famous kaer morhen. he needed to gather more elixirs and supplies for future battles and monsters, but the weather became too harsh to keep going up the mountains. tonight seemed particularly frigid, so you both decided to stop at an inn rather than camping outside like usual.

as you walked in, the warmth from the fireplace consumed the small space of the room, a stark contrast from the conditions you came from. a frail-looking old man sat at the counter bored, instantly sitting up as he watched geralt’s large form stomp through the quaint lodge. you followed closely behind as he made his way to the reception desk.

“we need two rooms.” the white wolf grunted tossing a bag of coins on the counter. (haha.. I'm not funny)

“yes of course,” the old man says snapping out of his stupor. he flipped through his log book and lets out a sigh. “unfortunately we only have one room left”

“we’ll take it”

you weren't given much of an option and the innkeeper had already handed you the key. it's not like you were disappointed though. you had developed quite the attraction for the silvered-haired witcher during your travels together. you would never admit it out loud, but the longing gazes and lingering touches the two of you often shared meant something more. at least to you it did.

it was a silent walk up to the room. neither of you knew what the other was thinking, but maybe that was for the better. it was selfish the way you hoped there would be an excuse to hold him close as the night grew colder.

the door creaked open and your heart sunk a little as you took in your surroundings. the room was beautiful, yes. the nicest thing you had stayed in for months but, there was one problem.

there were two beds.

geralt, oblivious to your internal conflict, stepped further into the room and dropped his belongings onto the bed nearest the window. the soft creak of the mattress, as he sat down, snapped you out of your thoughts, and you busied yourself by removing your cloak, shaking off the snow that clung to the edges.

“we should get some rest,” he said, his deep voice breaking the silence. “the snow will calm by morning, and we’ll need to leave early.”

you nodded, avoiding his gaze as you placed your things on the other bed. the room was quiet except for the sound of the wind howling outside and the faint crackle of a small hearth in the corner. the heat was soothing, but it did little to calm the restless energy swirling within you.

as geralt began to undo his armor, his movements slow and deliberate, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him. the firelight danced across the sharp lines of his face and body, casting shadows that only made him seem more otherworldly. he caught you staring, and for a moment, his golden eyes met yours.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he observed, his tone softer than usual. never in a million years could you have imagined a time where geralt spoke more than you. i guess there's a first time for everything you thought to yourself

“i’m just tired,” you lied, forcing a small smile.

he nodded but didn’t look away, as if he was trying to read something hidden in your expression. the weight of his gaze made your heart race, and you quickly turned back to your belongings, fumbling with your pack.

“get some sleep,” he said finally, his voice low but gentle. “we’ve got a long day of travel tomorrow.”

you nodded again, slipping under the blankets of your bed and turning your back to him. but as you stared at the wall, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just as restless as you.

a couple of hours passed, and the two of you drifted into a deep slumber. your dreams took you to familiar places—snow-covered trails, battles against monsters, and the quiet moments by the campfire when words weren’t needed. but more than anything, you dreamed of him. his sun kissed eyes, his rare smiles, and his strong presence always keeping you safe.

then the dream shifted. the warmth of the campfire turned into an oppressive heat, the orange glow becoming flames roaring at the edges of your vision. your heart raced as the bed beneath you ignited, the fire consuming the blankets and wood. the panic felt so real, and you jolted awake, gasping for breath.

except it wasn’t just a dream.

flames flickered at the edge of your bed, small but growing, their heat unmistakable. you scrambled out of bed, the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears. the realization hit you like a cold slap: you had caused this. your magic, tied so deeply to your emotions, had manifested the fire from your nightmare.

“geralt!” you called instinctively, but you didn’t wait for him to wake. your hands moved on their own, summoning a stream of water from thin air. the magic poured from your fingertips, dousing the flames before they could spread further. steam rose in a hiss, and the smell of scorched fabric lingered in the air.

geralt sat up abruptly, his sword already in hand, instincts sharp even in the haze of sleep. his eyes darted around the room before settling on you, still standing with trembling hands and remnants of magic fading from your fingertips.

“what happened?” he asked, his voice low but alert, eyes narrowing in concern.

“i—i had a nightmare,” you stammered, your voice shaky. “and I... i think my magic got out of control.”

he stood, crossing the room in a few quick strides clearing some of the smoke with his arms along the way. his gaze flickered between you and the damp, charred edge of the bed, realizing the situation.

“are you hurt?” he asked, his tone softening as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

you shook your head, swallowing hard. “no. i’m fine. i put it out before it got worse.”

he studied you for a moment, his hand lingering as if to steady you. “you should’ve woken me,” he said finally, his voice calm but firm. “fire magic is dangerous if you’re not careful.”

“i didn’t mean to,” you whispered, guilt creeping into your voice.

“i know,” he said, his thumb brushing lightly against your shoulder before he stepped back. “but you handled it well.”

he looked at the scorched bed and then back at you. “you need rest. take mine.”

“what about you?” you asked, still shaken.

“i’ll manage,” he said simply, dragging a chair toward the hearth and settling into it, his sword resting across his lap. “just... sleep. i’ll keep watch.”

you hesitated, the weight of his gaze grounding you. slowly, you nodded and climbed into his bed, the lingering warmth of his presence oddly comforting. his scent lingered on the pillow and you found yourself wanting more.

"wait-" you called, your voice wavering slightly as you sat up in bed, unsure of the words you were about to say.

geralt looked up at you, his honey-dripped eyes still sharp but softer in the dim light. he waited, allowing you to speak, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

"you're going to be tired tomorrow if you don't rest now..." you hesitated for a moment, but the quiet need gnawing at you grew stronger. "we can share the bed, i don’t mind."

you could feel the tension between you two, both of you trying to navigate the line between comfort and something more. geralt's gaze flickered to the bed, and for a moment, you saw a flash of hesitance cross his face. but it was gone in an instant, replaced by that familiar stoicism.

“are you sure?” he asked quietly, his voice low and careful, like he was weighing the words carefully.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak again. you didn't need to, though; your eyes, pleading and vulnerable, said enough. there was no turning back now.

geralt gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment, settling back slightly as you climbed into the bed next to him. his body remained rigid, keeping a respectable distance, but the air between you was charged with something unspoken. neither of you said anything, but the shared warmth in the bed was all that mattered. you could feel his presence beside you, close enough to touch, but not quite allowing it. as you lay there, facing your back to him, your heart raced with the knowledge that, despite the stillness of the night, something had shifted.

before long, the warmth and the sound of his breathing lulled you into a deep, dreamless sleep. the tension in your body melted away, and the darkness of slumber took over.

but geralt stayed awake a while longer, his gaze never leaving your form. he couldn't help but watch, the softness in his expression betraying his usual guarded demeanor. as the hours passed, something inside him shifted, a quiet longing he’d tried to ignore.

slowly, he moved, as though pulled by some invisible force. he gently shifted closer, his arm slipping around you instinctively. his body molded to yours, and without a second thought, he held you close, his warmth wrapping around you like a shield.

the movement was so subtle, you barely registered it in your sleep. but your body, so attuned to his presence, naturally relaxed against him. his heart beat steadily behind you, his grip possessive but not tight, just enough to keep you there, pressed perfectly against his chest.

and maybe- just maybe, you would never find out that it was him who set your bed ablaze finding it the simplest excuse, in his mind, to hold you close.

[ghostxrose]

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary ~ You thought it would be just another night at work until your eyes met the crimson ones of Pro Hero Dynamight..

Tags/Warnings ~ Minors DNI, NSFW 18+ Content, Charaters are in their 20s, FemStripper!Reader, P in V, unprotected sex, porn with some plot, oral sex, face riding, multiple orgasms, creampie, WC 9k, idk what else to tag

Note ~ Hello Lovelies! I hope you all enjoy this spicy lil fic I've got for ya here! I'm still not all that good at writing smut stuff so don't expect too much of me, haha. I do want to give a quick thank you for all of the hype I got for this fic from my Sneak Peek post, so thank you Lovelies! Anyway, I'll let all you fiends get to reading! <3

You let out a heavy sigh as you stare at the back door to the nightclub you work at from the driver’s seat of your car. You weigh the pros and cons of going inside and clocking in for your shift while you sip on your first Red Bull of the night. It’s not that you hate your job or your coworkers, it’s just that feeling that everyone gets before walking into work. That feeling of “ugh, I wanna go back home and be lazy” that settles over you until you shove it away and force yourself to get out of your car. With your bag slung lazily over one shoulder you lock your car, then head for the door that you’ve been dead-eyeing on and off for the last 30-ish minutes.

Once inside the nightclub, you make your way to your dressing room. The bass from whatever song whoever is on stage right now has chosen thumps through your eardrums and chest. You absentmindedly nod your head to the beat as you enter your dressing room. You close the door behind you and lock it, then walk over to the vanity. Setting your bag down, you grab the tablet sitting at the corner of the vanity countertop from its charging port and sit down. You log into the nightclub’s app and clock in before clicking the “songs” tab within the app.

Once it loads up you scroll through the list of suggested songs but none of them really call out to you or feel right for the vibe you create when you get on stage. You tap the search function then get to typing and looking up songs to add to your list for your sets tonight. As soon as you’ve lined up a pretty nice selection of six songs you submit the list, then shut the tablet off and begin prepping yourself for your first set.

You touch up your makeup and loosely curl your hair. After laying out both outfits you brought for tonight, you decide to flip a coin to see which one you should wear first. Heads is for the lacy dark purple bra and thong set with a pair of black open-toed stilettos - simple but still a favorite amongst crowds. Tails is for the slightly more intricately designed deep wine colored bralette and g-string set with dark red cross strap, heeled sandals - another crowd favorite because of the way it’s slightly more.. sheer as far as materials go.

You toss the coin into the air with a small but knowing smirk because you know that it really doesn’t matter what outfit you wear. What people really show up for are the feelings of dark attraction that the physical traits of your Quirk stirs up inside them. Attraction that makes them feel as if it’s taboo or maybe even dangerous to tamper with, but they enjoy the thrill either way.

Your Quirk is called Hellspawn, but you’ve never viewed it in a negative light. Your Quirk is the product of generations of similar Quirks possessed by both sides of your family. You’ve been taught your whole life to be proud of your Quirk and its traits, no matter what people might say or think. You confidently show off your demon-like horns, wings, fangs, and tail every day.

The coin lands on heads so you put on the dark purple outfit and stilettos, taking your time to make sure everything goes on just right. With one final glance in the full length mirror in your dressing room you smile at your reflection, then turn to leave and head backstage. As you walk through the back hallways of the nightclub you begin to feel excitement and adrenaline thrum through your veins. Just because this is a job doesn’t mean that you don’t have fun when you’re up on stage.

“There’s my girl! How’re ya doin’ tonight, Luci?” Sakura, the nightclub’s manager and owner, cheerfully greets you when you get backstage.

“Ask me that after my set,” you say jokingly. “Better yet, when you see me raking in tons of bills just assume that I’m feeling pretty good!” You add on with a smirk.

“Mmm, always love your confidence, Babes! Alright, now get out there and kill it like you always do!” Sakura says with a wink, then focuses back on whatever she was working on her tablet.

You smile to yourself, amped up by the vibes within the club and your rising confidence, and begin stretching to warm your muscles up for your first set of the night. More adrenaline, and the caffeine from your energy drink, hits your veins when you hear the ending of the last song for whoever is on stage and you wait for your stage name to be called.

“Alright everyone, can I get a round of cheers for our lovely Siren?! Don’t worry, they’ll be back a little later!!” Hikari, tonight’s DJ, says after hopping on the mic.

“You all are in for a real treat now, though! Please help me in summoning our resident hot demon-babe to the stage; Lucifer!!” A wild smile pulls at your lips as you take in the crowds hyped up cheers from the other side of the curtain. “Get your sexy ass out here, Luci!!” Hikari excitedly calls for you and you let out a giggle before taking a step forward.

Pulling back the curtain you slowly walk further onto the stage, emerging from a cloud of smoke and into the dark-neon lights shining onto the stage. You smile and wink over at Hikari in the DJ’s booth and she blows you a kiss making you giggle a bit. Looking back towards the crowd you sway your hips as you walk, your eyes half lidded and a sultry, fanged smile on your face. Your body getting into the flow of the music from the first song of this set. The bass produced from Obsolete Ritual makes you vibrate when it hits and it’s a rush that fuels the amped up fire within you that you’ll never get over.

Getting up to the pole at the end of the catwalk, you wrap your hands around it and walk in a slow, teasing circle despite the song’s tempo having sped up. Your eyes scan over the crowd, running across the familiar faces of regulars and lingering for mere seconds over new faces. For reasons unbeknownst to you, your gaze gets stuck on one new face in particular.

Sharp, crimson eyes connect with yours, the stranger’s handsome face set in a scowl. ‘The hell is he scowling in a stripclub for? If he didn’t want to be here, then why did he come? Or maybe he’s just mad that Siren’s set ended? Whatever, buddy, try to enjoy the show.’ You think to yourself as you pull your gaze from Grumpy Hot Guy and officially begin your routine.

As you bend, twist, and dance your way through Obsolete Ritual, Veins, and Descending you find that Grumpy Hot Guy’s eyes never seem to leave you. His scowl remained but his eyes seemed to burn more with every movement of your body. When you finish your set you have to force yourself not to look at him as you spread your wings and bow to the crowd.

The weight of his eyes on you grows heavy as you help the club’s “Money Grabbers” rake in your earnings. Purposefully ignoring him you smile, giggle, and thank customers as they stuff more bills into your lingerie as you work to grab cash from the floor of the stage. You move to head offstage once all of the money has been gathered when you’re stopped by a tug on your tail. You let out a yelp, then quickly turn around to hiss at whoever the perv is that committed the action. A security guard is already handling the guy but he still has the nerve to shoot you an unsettling and creepy smirk. You hiss anyway, then roll your eyes as you stand and quickly leave the stage.

“Christ, are you okay, Luci?? Fucking hate pervs like that bastard! He’s being thrown out as we speak, so don’t worry! How’s your tail??” Sakura frantically asks, immediately mother-henning you as soon as you’re backstage.

You let out a soft giggle and give her an appreciative smile, “I’m fine and so is my tail, but thank you. Handsy people are very annoying but I can handle it and I’m fine.” You say reassuringly and Sakura lets out a relieved breath, then looks you in the eye with a smirk.

“Ugh, what’s with the look, Sakura? Did I really make that much from the set?” You question with a slightly bored look.

“Way off base with the guess there, Babes! Seems like we may have a few heroes in the house tonight, literally! I was watching the cameras when that creep grabbed your tail and I saw a few customers try to get to you, one in particular seemed especially pissed. Any guesses as to who they could be before I tell you?!” Sakura explains with a playful glint in her eyes.

“You know I hate guessing games,” you say in a forced bored tone that hopefully masks your itching curiosity.

“Oh, you’re no fun sometimes, Luci! Anyways, Pro Heroes Cellophane, Chargebolt, Pinky, Red Riot, and Dynamight were rushing to be your knights in shining armor! How crazy and exciting is it that a few Top Ten Pros are here at my nightclub?! Wild, right?!” Sakura reveals and you mentally kick yourself for not piecing together that Grumpy Hot Guy with the crimson eyes and spiky blonde hair is Pro Hero Dynamight.

“Uh, yeah, that is pretty crazy.. Uhm, I’m gonna go clean up and get ready for my next set, see you back here in an hour.” You say in a slight daze, the shock from Dynamight not being able to keep his eyes off of you clouding your mind.

“Mhm, gonna go make yourself extra pretty for the Pros, huh?” Sakura says with a devilish smirk.

“Sakura, please, I’m hot enough as it is. If I got any prettier customers would start dropping dead.” You say matter-of-factly after you’ve turned to walk away, hoping that Sakura didn’t see your blush. Sakura bursts out laughing behind you telling you to not kill her sources of income. You wave a playfully dismissive hand in the air before disappearing down the hallway back to your dressing room.

Once you’ve locked your dressing room door you let out a long exhale. You had run into a few of your coworkers on your way back to your dressing room and had to reassure every one of them that you were okay. But not only that, you were reminded again and again that there are Pros out in the crowd tonight via your coworkers gushing over their favorites within the group that came. Apparently a couple of your coworkers are major Dynamight fans and you tried your best to keep your cool when they wouldn’t shut up about how hot he is.

Even now, sitting at your vanity touching up your hair and makeup, you swear that you can still feel his burning gaze on you. Thinking about every time you made eye contact with him during your first set stirs something up inside of you and your reflection shows the blush you can feel heating your cheeks. As you change into your second outfit of the night you can’t tell if you’re nervous or hyped to get back on stage.

As soon as the straps of your heels are tied you make your way towards the mini fridge in your room. You grab the small bottle of Grey Goose and a small can of Red Bull from inside the fridge, then a shot glass from the top of the fridge. Sitting back down at your vanity, you pour yourself a shot and crack open your Red Bull. Downing the shot, you give it a second to settle before you pour a second. After shooting the second shot, you put the Grey Goose back and start drinking your Red Bull.

‘Nothing wrong with a bit of liquid courage, right? It’s just to help me through my next set after that creep touched me.’ You reason with (aka lie to) yourself as you look over yourself in the mirror.

A little over five minutes before you are to be called onto stage again, you make your way backstage. The shots you took earlier have succeeded in helping you feel like the confident and powerful Queen of the Underworld that you are. A cat-calling whistle pulls your attention over to Sakura and she gives you a smirk.

“Thought I told you not to kill my customers, Babes! Gah damn, you look hot! Trying to impress some certain Pro Heroes out there?” Sakura exclaims with a shit-eating grin.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “Being hot is part of the job, Boss. I don’t need to impress anyone but myself.” You say as you suppress a blush and look at your nails.

“Damn straight, Babes! Preach! Ugh, sometimes I’d really kill for your level of confidence.” Sakura says in all of her dramatic flare.

You giggle and shake your head as you blow her kiss, then turn towards the curtain. You exchange smiles with Siren as they walk through the curtain to head back to their room and wait for your cue.

“Everybody, shh shh, quiet down for a moment,” You hear Hikari say over the club’s speakers and you wonder what she has planned. You stifle an excited giggle and bounce a bit with anticipation.

“Oh, sexy Queen of Darkness, please grace us with your presence!” Hikari half chants, half moans into the mic, and you have to cover your mouth to hold back your giggles.

“Lucifer, hear us and show yourself! We’re on our knees, begging! Get out here you little vixen!” Hikari dramatically cries out and you do your best to not laugh your ass off at her antics.

With smoke clouding the view of the curtain you slip through carefully so you don’t disturb it. Suddenly, you flare your wings out and let your eyes glow, your arms held out to your sides a bit as you slowly walk forward. Spotlights slowly crawl towards you and up your body until you’re illuminated and you flash an “evil” grin at the crowd.

“Oh yeah, baby!!” Hikari dramatically moans out as she starts the first song of this set.

A laugh leaves your mouth and a genuine smile pulls at your lips as you walk to the pole at the end of the catwalk. Each of your steps deliberately heavy so that your breasts and ass bounce to the beat of Hot Demon B!Tches Near U as you walk. You briefly lock eyes with Dynamight and in all of your confidence (liquid and natural) you wink at him before grabbing the pole and getting to dancing.

HDBNU and the second song Slayer are full of fast paced moves and ass shaking, money seemingly raining down like confetti. So caught up in keeping time with the song, you had blurred out the crowd. It wasn’t until the first base drop of your last song, Fill The Void, that you noticed something slightly startling.

You had your back against the pole and slowly slid down it. Your arms stretched above you gripping said pole and your legs spreading as you sank to the ground. Your breathing hitched a bit when your eyes connected with burning crimson, the owner of the eyes standing at the front of the crowd at the edge of the stage. You did your best to hide your surprise but of course Dynamight noticed and he sent you a small smirk.

You smirk back at him, accepting an unspoken challenge of sorts, slowly and sensually standing back up. Wrapping your legs around the pole you do a few tricks before you slowly slide down, feet hitting the floor once more. Swaying and moving your body to the music, you get to the front of the pole where you sink to the floor once again, this time getting on your hands and knees.

You bite your lip seductively and slowly crawl towards the crowd, your tail slowly swishing side to side and your eyes glowing. You stare Dynamight right in the eyes as you crawl and mouth the last few words of the song. You stop about half a foot from the edge of the stage and gently roll onto your back, arching it and sensually running your hands down your body. As the song comes to a close, your eyes glow significantly brighter, you let out a puff of blue-colored fire.

When the song finally ends, you stand up and bow, blowing kisses and smiling at the crowd. You cast one last glance at Dynamight and find that he looks slightly stunned. You smirk, then turn to make your way off of the stage, hips swaying the entire time. Getting backstage, your body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible and Sakura definitely notices.

“Christ, Luci, I’m gonna have to call every ambulance in Tokyo after that performance! Shit, I think I’m even having heart palpitations! You fucking killed it out there, Babes!” Sakura exclaims, one hand fanning her face and the other on her chest.

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush!” You say, feigning embarrassment, but ultimately giggling.

“You know who's blushing? Everyone out there who just jizzed their pants!” Sakura says, sending both of you into a laughing fit.

“But for real, great work! Now go grab a snack, get changed, and help out the other servers on the floor, please!” Sakura loosely orders with a bright smile.

“Yes, ma’am!” You say with a mocking salute and smile, then head to your dressing room.

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

Once you’ve changed into the club’s server outfit, aka a top that is basically a bralette paired with what could be the shortest skirt in the world, some cheeky panties underneath, and knee high stiletto boots, you make your way out to the bar.

“There she is; the girl who always makes me regret not bringing an extra pair of underwear!” Ruby, the bartender for the night, playfully exclaims as you walk up to the counter.

“Thought you knew better by now!” You say with a laugh and Ruby rolls their eyes with a smile.

“Alright, Love, here’s a tray of drinks for the group over at VIP table three. I don’t know if Sakura told ya, but the VIP section will be yours tonight.” Ruby says as they carefully slide a serving tray full of drinks towards you.

“C’mon, Rue, of course she didn’t tell me. Do I ever work any other section?” You comment with feigned annoyance and Ruby laughs.

In reality, you love working the VIP section. It’s always full of rich people with too much money to spend and they always tip very generously. It certainly helps that you flirt your ass off whilst serving but everyone does that.

Picking the tray up with the skill and grace you’ve perfected over the years of being in this industry, you send one last smile and wink to Ruby before heading for the VIP section of the lounge. You smile at patrons as you move through the crowd, giggling and thanking them for the compliments they give about your performance. While you truly do love your job, customer service could still be considered a performance and you are flawless at it.. Until you make it past the roped off entrance to the VIP lounge and see the group at table three.

Virtually unnoticeably, your steps falter and you’re thankful that the club's ambience is fairly dim as you take in a steadying breath. Mentally reasserting your confidence, you paint on a cool and flirty smile as you walk over to table three. Your thoughts run through your mind, filling you with the tiniest bit of dread, ‘Of fucking course it’s them.. I mean, they are Pro Heroes, why wouldn’t they be in the VIP lounge.. For fuck sa-’

“Good evening, everyone. My name is Lucifer, or Luci for short, I’ll be one of your servers tonight. I have your drinks here, but let me know if you need anything else.” You say as you set the tray down on the table, your voice coming out impressively even and a bit sultry.

“Yeah, uhm, I’m gunna need your number,” Chargebolt drunkenly slurs out, a dopey smile on his face and hearts practically in his eyes, as he grabs his drink from the tray.

You giggle at his attempt at hitting on you, having to keep from full-on laughing when you notice Dynamight’s jaw clenching out of the corner of your eye. You smile gently at Chargebolt, “Sorry, babes, but I don’t give my number out to strangers.” You say with a sympathetic pout as you try not to join the rest of the group in their laughter.

“I’m not a stranger, I’m Chargebolt aka Denk- OW! Man, c’mon, you don’t gotta hit me!” Chargebolt whines as he pouts at Dynamight while rubbing the back of his head.

“Sorry about him! He hits on anyone who breathes his way! Thanks for the drinks, Luci!” Pinky giggles out over Chargebolt’s whining, said man still on the receiving end of Dynamight’s murderous glare.

“No problem! I’ve got a few other tables to serve but I’ll check back in a little bit!” You say as you pick up the now empty tray and step back from the table.

You hear the rest of the group thank you as you walk away, Dynamight’s grumbled and gravelly ‘thanks’ sending a wave of heat through your body. ‘It should be illegal for someone’s one-worded, grumbled response to sound so sexy, what the fuck?!’ You mentally curse as you walk up to one of the other tables.

The hours fly by quickly as you wait on each of your tables. Every stop at the Pros’ table met with flirty quips from the group, minus Dynamight. In fact, he hasn’t even looked at you the whole time you’ve been off-stage. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t just a little disappointed, but you shove it down to keep your sultry and flirty persona up. You flirtatiously thank the group at VIP table five as you stick the wad of bills that is your tip from them into your bralette and blow them a kiss as you walk towards the bar.

“Hey Ruby, you got the time?” You ask, exhaustion leaking into your tone.

“A little past one. You’re off at 15, right?” Ruby asks as they wipe off a glass. You nod, relief settling over you as well as exhaustion. It was a good shift but you are so ready to go home.

“This tray is for three, right? I’ll take it to them before I head back to my room.” You say, picking the tray up with a bit of a huff.

“Don’t act like you’re doing any favors for anyone, you just wanna see the Pros one last time before you leave.” Ruby teases with a smirk and you feign offense.

“Or I just want to reem them for tips, but go off I guess.” You playfully bite back, then giggle as Ruby raises an eyebrow at you.

Despite your exhaustion setting in more with each minute passing, you quickly make your way to the table of Pros. Pouring the last of your energy into your customer service persona, you set the tray of drinks down on the table and smile at the group.

“Hey Heroes, it has been an extreme pleasure serving and meeting all of you but it is now the end of my shift. One of our other servers will take over for me, I hope that you all enjoy the rest of your night!” The well-rehearsed spiel leaves your mouth with a pleasant tone and warm smile.

“I know I’ll be back if only to watch you dance again,” Pinky says with a flirty smile and wink that makes you giggle.

“Thanks for being so amazing!” Red Riot says with a bright smile as he hands you a fat wad of cash. You feign surprise as you take the cash and thank them all as you shove it in what little space you have left in your bralette. You spare one last glance at Dynamight and suppress a frown when you catch him looking very intently at his phone. You say your goodbyes, then rush to drop the empty tray off at the bar before heading back to your dressing room.

Changing back into the sweatpants and sweater that you arrived to work in, you feel the bone-deep heaviness that comes with being tired. You throw your hair up into a messy bun and slip your shoes on, then clock out from the tablet in your room. Slipping your bag onto your shoulder you leave your room and head for Sakura’s office to pick up your earnings from the night.

“Hey Boss, I’m outta here,” You announce from the doorway of her office.

“Alrighty, Babes! Here’s your check, you made pretty good bank tonight! Might be a little more than usual, awesome job!” Sakura beams as she hands you the envelope with your check in it.

Taking the envelope and putting it into your bag, you smile tiredly at her, “Thanks, Sakura. See ya later.”

“You want an escort to your car? I can call one of the bouncers back.” Sakura offers like she always does.

“Nah, I’m good. You already know that I’m the scary creature that lurks in the shadows.” You joke as you activate your Quirk a bit causing your eyes to glow while you shoot her a fanged smile. She laughs at your antics then bids you goodnight and you begin your walk to the back door of the club.

You step out into the chilly night air and are nearly blinded by a set of headlights coming from a car parked in the spot right in front of the door. You put your hand up to shield your eyes from the bright ass headlights and try to see who may be in the car. Suddenly the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and an anxious chill shivers down your spine. From your peripherals you see a hand reaching toward you and you try to move out of the person’s reach. Unfortunately, you’re a tad too late and they are able to grab your wrist and pull you towards them. You come face to face with the creep from earlier and your stomach drops as fear begins to course through you.

“Finally, some alone time with the demon-whore herself. Ya know, I’m a real big fan of yers. Wha’ do ya say we go back to my place and commit some sins, baby?” The creep-ass perv drawls out with a sick smile and your fear quickly turns to anger.

“Fuck off, you corny-ass pervert!” You growl out and you jerk your wrist up to your face, letting out a small breath of blue flames aimed towards the creep’s arm.

“Fucking bitch!” The degenerate of a man roars out as he yanks his hand away, continuing to curse from the pain.

You take the opportunity to whirl around and rush back into the club, locking the back door behind you once you’re inside. The door begins rattling from heavy banging against it and you can hear muffled shouts coming through from the man. You stand there shaking and trying to think of what to do now when you hear the footsteps of someone running towards you. Squinting through the dim lighting you nearly cry at the sight of Sakura and Pinky.

“Are you alright?” Pinky asks, her years of being a Pro making her voice come out steady even though she just ran here, and you nod shakily.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Luci! I should have checked the cams before sending you off! Fuck, I’m so stupid!” Sakura cries into your shoulder after pulling you into a tight hug.

“It’s not your fault, Sakura, it’s okay.” You whisper, your voice coming out strained as you try not to cry, and hug her back.

The three of you jump at the sound of an explosion coming from outside the door, and Pinky pushes you both behind her. You all stand there quietly for a few moments until Pinky’s phone goes off. She answers it quickly and you’re only able to catch her end of the call, “Yeah... She’s fine... Ugh, gross, what a bastard… Okay, thanks Red!” She finishes, then hangs up and turns around to you and Sakura.

“Are you sure that you’re okay? You don’t need to be checked out by a doctor or anything?” Pinky questions as her eyes roam over your form to visibly check for any injuries whatsoever.

“No, no, I’m okay. I just want to go home.” You quietly assure the two; Pinky cautiously believes you but Sakura is still suspicious that you’re hiding any sort of pain. A loud bang on the door makes both you and Sakura jump while Pinky just lets out a sigh.

“Unlock the door, dammit!” A voice shouts from the other side of the door and Pinky takes it upon herself to fulfill the demand.

The door swings open to reveal Dynamight, the dim lights from inside the club and the street lamps from outside the only things illuminating his figure. You can still tell that his face is scrunched up into something angry even with the poor lighting if the way he is grumbling about the “fucking creepy pervert” is anything to go by.

“Good job taking down that creep, Blasty!” Pinky cheers with a smile and a thumbs up.

“Shuddup,” Dynamight says with annoyance laced in his tone, but Pinky just laughs it off as she walks past him.

“Miss Sakura, if you could come with me? The police may want to see the security footage or get a statement from you.” Pinky says from her paused position in the doorway.

“Of course! Text me when you get home, Luci! I mean it, like, as soon as you pull into your driveway!” Sakura demands with a stern look on her face as she moves to catch up with Pinky.

“I will,” You promise with a small smile and send her a wave as she leaves.

A few moments of silence pass as you and Dynamight just stand there, an air of awkwardness beginning to settle in before you speak up, “Thanks for.. arresting that guy.” You say quietly, looking at him with a small smile.

“The guy had a pretty bad burn on his arm when we showed up.. Any idea where it might have come from?” Dynamight asks in a low and even tone, his sharp crimson eyes looking into yours.

Your smile drops and panic churns at your stomach, “I-I.. it was self defense! I-I didn’t know what else to do, h-he wouldn’t let go of me!” You fearfully begin defending yourself, only just now realizing that you used your Quirk unlicensed to harm somebody. Your heart begins to race and your breaths start to stutter, mind racing over the fact that you broke the law.

“Calm down, I was just curious. As far as the cops are concerned they think I did it, so you’re in the clear. Even if they do find out it was you, it’s legal if it’s in self defen- Jesus christ, take a deep breath, it’s okay!” Dynamight’s voice raises a bit when he notices you beginning to hyperventilate.

You turn away from him and make your way towards the wall, leaning against it to steady yourself. You close your eyes and take some deep breaths in hopes of calming down. After a minute, you open your eyes and look at anything except the hero in front of you when you turn back around.

“I’d like to go home now, if that’s okay? Or do I need to speak to the police?” You meekly ask as you adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“I’ll tell them that you’ll go down to the station tomorrow. The security cam footage should suffice for tonight.” He says and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you as you nod your head.

“Well, thanks again.. Goodnight, Dynamight.” You mumble as you move toward the door to leave.

“I’ll follow behind you.. to make sure you get home safe.” You hear Dynamight’s rushed and raspy words from behind you making you stop in your tracks.

“That’s not necessary, really.. Should you even be driving? You’ve been drinking all night..” You ramble out after you turn around to face him, your heart thundering in your chest when you find that he’s right there. 

“I only had a couple drinks, plus I’m not weak like Dunc- Chargebolt, I can handle my fucking liquor. I’m gunna go get my car, do not leave this parking lot until I get back here.” Dynamight firmly demands before rushing off toward the front of the building.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment before you shake yourself out of it and make your way to your car. You get in, hitting the lock button as soon as your door closes, and start it up. You spend a few minutes queuing up songs until you hear a honk from next to you. Nearly pissing yourself, you send a glare to Dynamight for scaring you but he just rolls his eyes and motions for you to go.

With a little bit of hesitancy in your gut, you back out of your parking space and begin your drive home. Looking at the routes on a map, it’s not a very far drive, but traffic always turns short trips into longer ones. Periodic glances at your rear view mirror tells you that you’re not the only one annoyed with the traffic. A small giggle leaves your lips every time you see Dynamight puff his cheeks with a huff or yell at some dick speeding past the both of you.

Finally, you arrive at your house, clicking the button on the gate opener and waiting for it to open fully before pulling up into the drive. Dynamight follows right behind you, pulling up next to you but just sitting in his car. You wonder if he’s going to watch you walk into your house then you wonder why he’s doing this at all. ‘There’s no way the Dynamight does this with even half of the victims he helps rescue..’ You think to yourself as you pull out your phone and tap the call function on Sakura’s contact.

The conversation is short and as soon as you hang up you turn your car off and gather your stuff, then get out. You barely register that Dynamight has gotten out of his car before he’s walking toward you. You look between him and his off car with a confused expression on your face.

“You gunna close the ga-” Dynamight starts but cuts himself off when he sees that the gate to your driveway has automatically started closing, the allotted time you have it set to stay open if you don’t close it yourself having run out.

“I didn’t realize you’d even be getting out of your car..” You comment quietly, and albeit nervously, as you make your way to your front door.

Silently, you take your keys out of your bag, placing the magnetic fob on its spot just above the doorknob. The lock makes a small beep and the keypad above the spot for the fob lights up. You sneak a glance behind you to see if Dynamight is looking but his back is to you as he seemingly surveys the driveway. You quickly type in the code for the lock and a chime rings through the air as the door unlocks. You push the door open a bit before turning around to Dynamight, unsure of what to do or say.

“Uhm, so-”

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” He cuts you off with his question as he turns to face you and his eyes scan over your body as you blink up at him.

“I- yeah, I’m fine..” You say, a little bit shocked by his behavior, and he just nods his head as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. 

A moment of silence fills the air between you two before you blurt out, “Why did you do this? Made sure I got home safe, I mean. You.. you barely even acknowledged me after my performance at the club, and it’s a pretty well-known fact that Dynamight doesn’t really follow up with those that he rescues, let alone escorts them home..”

Dynamight’s jaw clenches and irritation fills his handsome features, and you have to remind your body that right now is not a good time to be getting aroused. His eyes meet yours and promptly melt you with their heat, whether it’s from irritation or something else you don’t know.

“Because, dammit..” He starts, dragging a hand through his hair and letting out an exasperated sigh, his eyes flicking to the ground and glaring at the cement.

“Strip joints aren’t my thing. They’re too fucking loud, there’s too many damn people, and I’ve never had any interest in watching people twirl around on a pole.” He continues, but gets interrupted by the scoff you defensively let out.

But he continues on before letting you get a word out, “But it was stupid Pinky’s birthday and that’s what she wanted to do, so I was dragged into going. I sat at that damn table hating every second until.. Until you got onto that fucking stage. And I know, I know, you probably hear this shit all the fucking time but dammit there was just something about you. I couldn’t tear my damn eyes away from you.”

You’re not sure when it happened but suddenly he is so close to you, crimson eyes sending a blazing heat through your body. Your breath hitches when you catch a whiff of his cologne and your panties are starting to feel much more damp.

“There’s some sort of lust factor to your Quirk, right? There has to be because I never feel like this towards anyone right off the bat,” He rasps out, his voice quieter than before and husky.

“Feel like what?” You whisper, playing the dumb-innocence card heavily as you stare into his eyes.

“Like I wanna fuck you until you’re nothing but a drooling mess cumming on my cock,” He rasps out huskily, his face mere centimeters from yours.

You can’t take it anymore, something in you just snaps and you’re smashing your lips onto his. Your moan mingles with his groan as your arms wind their way around his neck. His hands quickly find purchase on your hips and his fingers dig into the fabric of your sweats as he pulls your body impossibly closer to his. The kiss, if one could call it that, is aggressive with sharp canines nipping each others’ lips and tongues fighting for dominance.

In the midst of your devouring of each other, he backs you into your house, kicking the door shut behind him. You absentmindedly hear the chime of your door locking itself over the rush of blood in your ears and Dynamight’s groans. Your bag ends up crashing to the floor and you both somehow manage to haphazardly kick your shoes off.

You both stumble down the hallway as you lead him to your bedroom, pieces of clothing almost literally torn from each other’s bodies littering the floor as you go. By the time you fall back onto your bed, you’re both in nothing but your underwear. Dynamight stands at the edge of your bed seemingly entranced as you drag your hands along your body up to the front clasp of your bra. You slowly and sensually unclip the bra, making a show out of taking it off even though the Hero’s focus is solely on your tits.

His eyes then meet yours and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, “Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asks, his voice rough with lust but you hear the slight hesitance.

“I kissed you, didn’t I? Listen, I know I’m a stripper but I don’t usually fuck the patrons, I simply have no interest in it. I want this, I need this, and I’m clean if that makes you feel better. Plus, I’m on birth control, so please Dyn-”

“Katsuki. If we’re gunna fuck then you at least get to call me by my fucking name.” He bites out with fake annoyance, rolling his eyes as he shoves his underwear off.

You smirk up at him, toying with your breasts and moaning his name, just to test it out on your tongue and goddamn is it delicious. His eyes darken yet seem to glow at the same time like a whole new level of lust flowed over him, and you give him your real name.

“So, Katsuki, are you gunna fuck me til I’m a drooling mess cumming on your cock or am I gunna have to call Charg- shit, ahh, fuck-” You try to taunt him but are quickly cut off when Katsuki is suddenly on you, mouthing at one of your breasts while his hand kneads and squeezes the other.

He grinds his hard cock on your clothed pussy, right on your clit, the friction of it all making you pant and moan underneath him. Your hands sink into his hair, your claws scratching against his scalp and pulling more groans from him. He gives both your breasts equal attention, biting and sucking and leaving hickies in the wakes of his lips. His kisses begin to travel down your body until his hot mouth is sucking and licking over your already soaked panties.

It’s a slow kind of torture when he finally decides to drag your panties down your legs and off of your body. Needy whines and breathy begs leave your mouth as he uses one hand to slowly drag your panties down your legs while the thumb of his other hand rubs torturously slow circles into your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.. You that needy for my cock, baby?” He husks out as he settles on his stomach between your legs.

“Y-yes, ah, been wet since, fuck, since my second s-set when, a-ah, wh-when y-you were by th-the stage,” You barely manage to get out between the slow stripes he’s licking up your pussy.

He sends you a cocky smirk before fully diving into your wetness and one of your hands flies to his hair while the other grips the sheets. He drinks you up like a man dying of thirst; going from sucking your clit and flicking his tongue against it to dipping lower and slipping his tongue in and out of your slit. Every ministration pushes you closer to that edge and you can’t stop your body from squirming as moans fall from your lips.

An idea manages to slip into your pleasure-addled mind and you pull at his hair to get his attention. This only results in what could only be described as a growl leaving his mouth and vibrating against your clit, nearly sending you. You fight off your impending orgasm as much as you can manage and try to use your words instead, “K-Katsuki, w-wait! I-I wa-wanna ride your face!” That gets his attention immediately, making him pause mid-lick to lean back a bit and give you a wild smirk.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” His lust-laced voice carries through the room as he shuffles around to get into position.

Once he’s comfortable, his lust-darkened and excited eyes catch yours, a devilish smirk sitting on his lips. You send him your own fanged smirk and carefully climb over his body, the shuffling of limbs resulting in your body facing your headboard as your pussy hovers over his mouth. His hands come up to grip your thighs as you slowly seat yourself onto his hot and waiting mouth. A half moan, half gasp leaves your lips when Katsuki immediately gets back to devouring you and one of your hands buries itself in his hair.

You let yourself drown beneath the waves of pleasure for a moment or two before forcing some clarity into your mind. You smirk down at him and his ministrations falter a bit as you trail the tip of your tail down his torso. He questions your action with his eyes until they widen a bit out of surprise as your tail slowly gets increasingly closer to his cock. His groan vibrates against your clit as you wrap your tail around him and his eyes flutter a bit.

You start jerking his cock slowly, your hips moving in sync, and both of your moans start filling the room. Katsuki becomes more aggressive with his licking and sucking, his tongue delving into you every now and then as you grind against him.

“Hah.. ah.. I-I’m g-gunna f-fucking.. cum..” You pant out between moans, your grip on his hair tightening as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm begins flooding you once again.

“Fucking hell.. Cum, then, baby. Cum on my fucking tongue.” Katsuki’s muffled command is followed by another groaned out curse, his hips bucking a bit off the bed as you continue to jerk him.

“Aah, Katsuki,” His name comes out as a high-pitched moan as your orgasm hits you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue as you double over, your free hand sinking into the mattress next to his head. He tongue-fucks you through it as your eyes squeeze shut and your nails scrape against his scalp. In your bliss, you hear and feel him let out something between a groan and growl, and you’re not sure if it’s from pain or pleasure.

He continues swiping his tongue against your pussy as whines from overstimulation leave your mouth. Something more begins building in your abdomen and you forcefully lift your hips from his face to keep from potentially drowning the man beneath you.

You're both panting as you stare at each other with the same look of feral lust in your eyes. The moonlight shining in from your window making it look like his eyes are glowing and you feel just a bit envious over how fucking effortlessly attractive this man is. A playful smirk pulls at your lips when you squeeze your tail around his cock and he lets out an unintentional moan. Suddenly, in a blur of motions, you’re flipped onto your back with Katsuki hovering over you, his lips still shiny with your cum.

“Ya know, teasing isn’t nice.” Katsuki comments huskily with a smirk as he grinds his cock against your wet pussy, his tip catching your clit with every stroke.

In an instant his lips are on yours, swallowing your whines and moans. He holds himself up with one arm while the other leaves its position from beside your head. His now free hand runs down your body until he gets to your pussy. His fingers rub at your clit a bit before moving further down where he slips a finger into you. Your moans go up in volume as one finger becomes two and his lips suck hickies into the column of your throat. Your body begins to writhe a bit as his fingers brush over your g-spot and his teeth nip at your hot skin.

Soon enough two fingers turn into three and the tsunami-size waves of your next orgasm crash against the poorly built dam you’ve built. All the while, Katsuki just swallows all of begging and pleading for him to just put his cock in you already. His hot, hard cock that is currently weeping pre-cum all over your thigh.

“I-I think I l-learned my lesson ‘bout teasing, Ka-Katsuki! Oh fuck.. J-just put it in!” You demand when his mouth goes back to sucking more marks into your shoulder.

“Demanding little slut, flip the fuck over.” Katsuki commands after he pulls his fingers from your pussy.

You flip yourself onto your stomach, ass up in the air and tail swishing sensually slowly behind you. You look back at him with a smirk that quickly falters when you meet his gaze dead-on as he licks your cum from his fingers. A cocky smirk pulls at his lips when he finishes and uses that same hand to smack one of your asscheeks making you cry out. Pain and pleasure tingle up your spine and your pussy continues to leak.

“Yeah, kinda figured you were a pain slut by now. Only fitting for someone with a demon Quirk, huh?” Katsuki husks out following another smack to your ass.

Finally, without any further commentation, the fat head of his cock nudges its way between your pussy lips. He enters you slowly, groaning as you pant through the welcomed invasion of every inch of him. When his hips finally meet your asscheeks you understand why he had taken his time fingering you. Of course, you had noticed that his cock is big but you weren’t quite prepared to feel this full. There isn’t a single complaint that runs through your pleasure-melted brain, though. Only praises intermingled with moans fall from your mouth when he gives an experimental thrust.

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” Katsuki grits out as he sets a steady pace, moving in and out of you while his hands grip your hips.

“So.. fuckin’.. good.. s-so.. full..” You moan out as you push yourself back on his cock, absentmindedly wrapping your tail around one of his wrists.

The room becomes hot and stuffy, the smell of sex and Katsuki’s cologne on every breath you breathe in. Your eyes are half-lidded, wanting to roll back, and your mouth hangs open as Katsuki begins drilling into you. You nearly cum from the sight of him throwing his head back and groaning at how your pussy squelches and clenches around him.

His cock hits your g-spot over and over, making that overwhelming feeling inside you unbearable. You don’t get anything other than a high-pitched moan out of your mouth as your second orgasm crashes into you. Your eyes roll back as you squirt all over Katsuki’s cock and pelvis. You become a babbling, drooling mess as he fucks your through your orgasm, his pace somehow getting faster. His exhales become grunts and growls as he pounds into you, his hands now gripping you so tightly that you nearly cum again thinking about the bruises they’ll leave.

“Fuck, I’m gunna fucking cum!” Katsuki groans out, his thrusts beginning to falter slightly.

“Ah, please cum, a-ah, pleasepleaseplease,” You mindlessly beg as you cum on his cock again.

“Sh-shit.. I-I.. fuuuuck,” He stutters out as he thrust hard into you one last time before stilling. You moan softly as warmth fills you, your eyes shutting from all of the bliss and pleasure you felt throughout the night.

Katsuki is hunched over you for a moment just trying to catch his breath before he kisses your shoulder and straightens up. He slowly pulls out causing both of you to groan, then he collapses onto the mattress beside you. You lower your hips down to the bed and stretch your body a bit before shuffling over to lay on his chest. With his eyes closed, Katsuki wraps an arm around you and begins lightly rubbing your lower back. It’s a peaceful and calm silence between the both of you, the only sounds being both of you breathing and your house’s A/C kicking on.

“There’s no lust factor,” You say quietly, your chin resting on his pec as you look up at his face.

Katsuki cracks an eye open and tilts his head to peer down at you in confusion, “What?” He rasps out.

“My Quirk, Hellspawn, is just demon traits. I don’t have any succubi traits or powers, so there’s no lust factor to my Quirk.” A teasing smile plays on your lips as you explain.

Katsuki is silent as he glares down at you, his face unamused until his lips twitch and a chuckle escapes him. You let out a few giggles yourself and Katsuki runs a hand down his face.

“Well, shit, there goes that explanation. If you’re telling the truth, that is,” He says as he gives you a look of feigned suspicion.

You gasp with feigned offense as you sit up a little, “I would never lie to a Pro Hero such as yourself! What’s the matter, Mr. Dynamight, you don’t believe in lust at first sight?” You can’t help the giggle that escapes you at your bad pun.

Katsuki groans as he rolls his eyes, “Jesus Christ, ‘lust at first sight’? I can’t tell if that's the stripper in you talkin’ or the succubus.”

“I’m not a succubus!” You exclaim as you playfully push him, a laugh leaving your mouth as you stare down at his smirking face.

“Where’s your bathroom, Succubus? We both need a damn shower,” Katsuki asks as he sits up.

His question feels like it’s muffled in your ears as thoughts of not wanting this to end flood your brain. You wonder if he wants this to be a one night stand. If he’ll get dressed, then ask you to not tell anyone about what you two did tonight. If maybe he doesn’t want the fact that he slept with a stripper to get out and ruin his grand reputati-

“Hey, we gunna get this shower over with so we can sleep or what?” Katsuki’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. “I’ll help ya change the bedding and shit after we get done ‘cause I’m sure as hell not sleeping in the puddle you made.” He says with a teasing smirk. You blink dumbly for a moment, then move to stand up to lead Katsuki to your bathroom.

‘He’s spending the night? Maybe he doesn’t want this to end just yet, either..’ You think as you step into the warm water of your shower, Katsuki stepping in right behind you. His arms wrap around you as he pulls you back flush against him, being mindful of your wings. He sighs as he kisses the crook of your neck and you lean back into him, closing your eyes and just enjoying the moment.

Note ~ Welp, there we go, Lovelies! This was a fun fic to write even though I'm not familiar with the workings of a strip club. I did recently watch the movie Hustlers and felt a bit more confident about what I was writing, haha. Hope it was a good read and y'all stay tuned for more fics! Love and appreciate all of you, Lovelies! <3

Divider Credit ~ @tsunami-of-tears

[isatswap]

(isat spoiler, THIS TIME IT IS TRULY FULL GAME, THE FUNNY ACT 6 SECRET INCLUDED, BE WARY)

(also cw for murder)

TTOS version of the act 6 pre-fight dialogue from ISAT

(The Favor Tree.)

(You take a step forward...)

(The sun is shining.)

(The wind is blowing through the village.)

(The tree's leaves rustle around gently.)

(The place

under the tree

is empty.)

(You walk a little farther, look around, trying to see if there's anything left behind, but...)

(There is nothing. Siffrin is gone.)

(Why?... Where did he go?...)

(Or... He was here to help you with the loops, right?)

(The loops won't happen anymore, you're too exhausted for that, so has Siffrin disappe-)

(!)

(You see something shine, where Siffrin used to sit.)

(You pick it up, and.... it's a Silver Coin.)

(....huh.....)

Pockets -> Souvenirs -> A Silver Coin

"A silver coin you found under the Favor Tree."

(You look at the coin from all angles.)

(There is nothing special about this coin. It's standard Vaugardian currency. It has no recognizable grooves or special designs.)

(And yet, you know.)

(You've seen this coin before.)

(The one which was with you throughout almost all of your journey.)

(The one which you had in all of your loops.)

(The one left in your pocket right now.)

(And the coin you're holding.....is identical to it.)

(But why is a perfect copy of your coin....here?)

(...)

Loop: "Sif."

(Nothing.)

Loop: "Sif, answer me."

Loop: "Or should I call you by your previous name, instead?"

(...Siffrin descends from the thick crown of the tree, just like when you first met.)

(He is silent, looking straight at you, with a fake smile and no emotion in their single eye.)

(There is nothing in their appearance resembling you. You might not even belong to the same species. And yet....)

(You are certain.)

(This is you.)

(You take out your own coin, flip it, aiming it at Siffrin for him to catch it...)

(Siffrin catches the coin without even diverting his gaze and flips it in the air.)

SIffin: So, starlight.

Siffrin: You won! You defeated Euphrasie, the Scary Lady!

Siffrin: You even broke the loops, Loop!

(His voice is seemingly joyous, but then he starts laughing.)

Siffrin: Haha! It was kinda funny, wasn't it! Loop, stuck in the loops!

Siffrin: And now they break free! Finding out why this is happening, finally finding the courage to talk to their friends!

Siffrin: ...Which means my role as a guide is done. You should leave.

(The fake grin turns into an almost hostilely neutral expression.)

Loop: (...) "..."

Siffrin: ...What?

Siffrin: Don't you want to leave to your friends?

Siffrin: To finally finish your journey?

Siffrin: ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED?

Loop: (...) "..."

Siffrin: ...Still here?...

(Siffrin closes their single eye.)

Siffrin: Then let me tell you a story.... A story which has been erased from existence.

Siffrin: I was once in your place. Like you, trapped in the loops, not knowing what to do, desperately trying to find a way out.

Siffrin: I even had a looping companion, just like you had me.

Siffrin: And like you, on one of the countless loops, I found out about the Wish. Not the one I made, but the other one.

Siffrin: And I rushed to the companion! I thought, "wow! I finally figured it out! I need to share this!"

Siffrin: And I told them! The Wish, my theory, the way I could maybe break out using it....

Siffrin: But it wasn't happening that day. Because.... my companion snapped.

Siffrin: And I learned a lot in that moment! In a cruel twist of fate, they were also previously looping in time, like you, like me! But they couldn't beat the person occupying the House for thousands of loops, and when they did it was all for nothing! So they gave up their Wish for another, to escape from their prison. And they ended up in mine.

(Siffrin does a brief pause, as if to collect their thoughts.)

Siffrin: And in that moment.... they had enough. They had enough of me succeding. They HATED my progress. And so.... they made a third Wish - to be back in their place.

(?)

(But, if their place was-)

Siffrin: "-where Siffrin's place was, where are they then?"

(!)

(You realise, now.)

Loop: "The companion's name...."

Loop: "...was Loop."

Siffrin: Correct! You're so BLINDING smart, starlight!

Siffrin: And Loop stole everything from me! My origin, my story, my struggles, my friends! And as I learned today, it was right at the end!

Siffrin: And the best part? They don't even remember!

(Siffrin starts quietly laughing, then louder, and louder, it becomes almost maniacal, he can barely stand, holding his stomach....)

(And then suddenly he stops, as if he never laughed in his life.)

Siffrin: You're very smart, Loop. You even avoided some mistakes that I made. But you could never expect yourself being another me rather than me being another you. And who is to blame you. This....

Siffrin: ...is absurd.

Siffrin: And since you refuse to leave even now, I have a VERY fun idea!

Siffrin: We shall fight! Let's have a cute, miniscule battle, like two siblings with the same cruel parent!

Loop: "..."

Siffrin: Nothing to say? Good! Don't want any words from your blinding mouth anyway!

Siffrin: STARS, killng you will make me SO HAPPY!

Siffrin: Ready?~

Loop:

Siffrin: Nuh-uh! No choice! We are doing it RIGHT NOW.

Siffrin: Time to shine, starlight!

[quillathy]

i have a request...

In one of the DnD campaigns I have been DMing, the party serves a goddess called the Queen of Secrets. As a way to collect secrets to satiate the goddess, they set up an anonymous connection box, basically the Reddit r/offmychest or whatever it's called! I struggle with coming up with these secrets every time the party visits the box, soooo

I thought it would be funny to set up a rolling table of maybe 200 secrets (rolling a d100 then a coin flip to determine) so I can have more interesting options and hopefully not run out any time soon, and not have to rely on my own weaking brain to think of all the ideas shdsjdh

I would like you guys to help me come up with these (if you're in the DnD party please don't LMAO)

They should follow a format like:

'I was the one who killed Marya's wyrmling. I know it was wrong, but she'll hate me if I confess.'

'I saw Carla and Luni having an affair.'

'I love my mother, but I'm getting sick of her pies...'

They can be as simple or as convoluted as you'd like, and please feel free to submit multiple! You could even use real-life experiences with new names, we won't know haha

I'd really appreciate the help!! >:)

[howlingday]

The Most Toxic? No!

Setting - Nora Valkyrie loves to play Mario Party with her friends, but she can be kinda... TOXIC. So they made a challenge where she must be NICE, and if she isn't, she has to skip on the star for that turn. Here's how it goes...

Getting started - 0

Weiss: So, if you have to be nice...

Nora: Weiss! No! It doesn't start until we choose the map, so stay away from my Daisy!

Weiss: Oh, really? Shouldn't you start now?

Nora: No, because I got to choose the theme for this game, which means it's my game, WHICH MEANS I'M DAISY!

Weiss: Hm... Fair point. Uh, counter-point. (Chooses Princess Daisy)

Nora: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Weiss: Up-bup-bup! You have to be nice to me. You can't give me any sass.

Jaune: Come on, Weiss, be nice. Let her be Princess Daisy.

Weiss: But-

Nora: Please! It's canon that I'm Queen Daisy!

Weiss: If you want it, you have to nice.

Nora: No, because I already told you that I'm not starting being nice until we choose the map. Having said that, give me Queen Daisy or I burn your house to the ground with you inside of it. NOW!

Weiss: And what's stopping you from saying, "Oh, it doesn't start until Turn 5"? Or Turn 12? Or until next game?

Jaune: Weiss, just give her Princess Daisy.

Weiss: Fine. You're both really cringe. (Unselects Princess Daisy)

Nora: (Chooses Princess Daisy) Thank you. You're so nice~!

Jaune: See? We're all one, big, happy family.

Yang: Fuck that! I want VIOLENCE!

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Nora: (Princess Daisy) Okay. Starting now, you will see, "Nice Nora".

Weiss: (Luigi) Uh-huh, and get ready for "Super-Toxic Weiss".

Yang: (Wario) Please, Ice Queen, you should get ready for "ULTRA-TOXIC YANG"!

Jaune: (Yoshi) I'm Yoshi.

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Rolling Roles - 1

Nora: Six!

Yang: Nine!

Nora: Sixty-nine?

Weiss: Seven!

Jaune: WHOO! I GOT TEN!

Yang: Nora going last? That's embarrassing.

Nora: Yeah. Yeah, it is pretty unfortunate.

Yang: I'm filling in for Nora.

Weiss: Yeah, because we've been stuck with this imposter!

Nora: I'm just happy to have fun here, playing Mario Party with my best pals! I'm here for a good time.

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Jaune: Okay, here we go...

Nora: Great roll, Jaune!

Jaune: Aw, thank you, Nora! Thank you so much!

Nora: You gotta teach me some time!

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Jaune: Aw, man... I wanted the custom dice.

Nora: Yay! Go, Jaune! Double Dice are a great item, King!

Weiss: PFFT!

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Yang: Alright, big rolls, big rolls...! Shit! Why am I getting low rolls?!

Nora: Yo, next time, Yang. Next time, Queen. It-It wasn't meant to be, y'know? It's not easy, but you'll pull through.

Weiss: Ugh, this is so gross seeing you like this. You're like some kind of gross parody, like gray Ruby.

Nora: Haha!

Yang: (Bland) Aw, what's the point?

Weiss: MOTHERFU- HOW DID I ROLL SO FUCKING LOW?!

Yang: Really? A 1? That's embarrassing! Wait... Uh oh...

Jaune: Weiss, how are you already so toxic on just Turn 1?!

Yang: And just like that, we're all behind Nora.

Nora: Wow. You know, maybe kindness is the move.

Jaune: Right?

Nora: ...Okay, maybe not.

Weiss: Wow, Nora! You rolled so low! Doesn't that make you want to... flip a table?

Nora: Uh, no, because I'm gonna get ten coins.

Nora: ...Or a Double Dice. That's still good.

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Yang: WHY DID I DIE?!

Weiss: WHERE DID I GO?!

Nora: Yay, we did it, Jaune! Let's go~!

Weiss: AT MY EXPENSE!

Nora: Weiss, Yang, y'all got it next time, Queens. Don't worry!

Weiss: FUCK YOU!

Jaune: Hey! Whoa!

Nora: Wow. That really hurt my feelings. Very uncalled for.

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Toxic Rise - 2

Jaune: Geez, Weiss! Why are you so toxic, and it's not even Turn 2?!

Yang: Okay... Hidden block? ...DAMMIT, COME ON, MAN!

Weiss: Hup! What the shit?! I rolled a one and a two! I guarantee I'll get a three next turn, and then a four.

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Jaune: Wait, what am I supposed to do here?

Weiss: Just be better.

Jaune: I- I actually can't do anything to you guys! It's frustrating! And you're just camping the same spot!

Nora: Jaune, this game is really hard. Especially when you are the one in this one-v-four. So you know what? You did your best, King. It's okay.

Weiss: Ugh... What a cringelord.

Jaune: (Sniffles) That is actually the nicest thing you've ever said to me... Thank you~!

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FLASHBACK

Nora: JAUNE!

Nora: Shut the fuck up, Jaune! Don't ever talk to me again!

Nora: Shut up, Jaune!

Nora: Jaune, how are you so bad at this game? It's literally aim and shoot! You are so bad, it's embarrassing!

Nora: No, Jaune is over. He should've gotten last. I don't know why he's-

Jaune: What are you talking about?!

Nora: Let's go, Jaune~! I'm happy for you, King!

Jaune: No you aren't!

END OF FLASHBACK

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Toxicity Builds - 3

Weiss: DUST FUCKING DAMN IT! A THREE?! What, did the game fucking hear me?!

Yang: Pfft! You actually rolled a three!

Nora: Come on eleven! ...Darn.

Weiss: I think if you really wanted to be not toxic, you should give the star to me. Right, Nora?

Nora: Uh, there's a difference between being non-toxic and throwing.

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Nora: Oh, it's this game. I don't like this game, so for the sake of remaining toxic free, I'm not going to ground pound anyone.

Weiss: Really? It must make you frustrated. Couldn't you just... KILL SOMEONE?

Yang: ...What?

Weiss: Poor, little Nora, constantly caught on the bottom of my foot. Doesn't that make you mad with your two points?

Nora: No... No, I'm... I'm happy.

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Toxic Love - 4

Nora: Wait, who won the last game?

Yang: Me.

Nora: Way to go on that last game, Yang. You've always been the most skilled at the game. Like, all the time.

Yang: Oh, well, uh, thanks, Nora. Oh! Nora, check it out! It's Turn 4-20!

Nora: AHAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S SO FUNNY, YANG!

Jaune: Do we have to do this?

Weiss: Wow! That was so funny, I forgot to laugh.

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Weiss: Please don't be a four... Oh! Well, that's good. It's not a low roll, at least.

Nora: Hidden dice block?

Weiss: YES!

JY: NOOOOO!

Jaune: NORA, YOU WERE TOO NICE!

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Nora: I get the first star? How lucky am I?

Weiss: Yes, congratulations, Nora. Perhaps you'd also like to... rub your victory in our faces?

Nora: ...I do. But I won't. Because I'm a nice person.

Nora: So nice that maybe I could get myself a hidden dice block~?

Nora: Aw...

Weiss: No, you already gave your hidden dice block to me, remember? I appreciate that, by the way. It was very nice of you.

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Toxic Up to Bottom - 5

Nora: You got a star, Yang! You're in first! Honestly, I couldn't choose a better rival. You're way better than me.

Yang: Aw, thanks, Nora. I can just tell you are SEETHING with pent up anger. You really want to tell me how bad I am!

Nora: No, no... But now the star is so close to you, Weiss! You just need a five or above!

Weiss: Well, it is Turn 5, so you never know if- FUCK! Ugh! Why me?!

Yang: Just get your item, Ice Queen.

Nora: Ooh, be careful on this one, Weiss. Items can be hard to get here. But you got this because I believe in you.

Weiss: I also believe in me. In fact, I believe I'll get exactly what I deserve.

Weiss: YES!

JY: NOOOOOOOOO!

Nora: Wow! Way to go, Weiss! You won a cursed dice block!

Weiss: Thank you, Nora, but the real winner is you because YOU won a cursed dice block.

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Weiss: Wow, you almost messed up on jump ten? How embarrassing would that be, Nora?

Nora: Uh, it would be unfortunate, but it would also be a valid loss because this game is very tricky. Very tricky! VERY TRICKY!

Weiss: Oh! F in the chat for Nora!

Nora: I didn't want anyone else to get last, so I took it for you.

Weiss: Uh-huh, sure.

Jaune: Aw, thanks, Nora! You're too kiIIIIND!

Weiss: Whoa! I almost burned myself!

Jaune: YEAH, SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP TALKING, WEISS?! STOP TALKING!

Yang: I can do this all day, Weiss-Cream!

Weiss: I can do this all da- Shit! Shit! FUCK!

Yang: Damn. We almost made it to a hundred. We could've tied.

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Toxic Snowball - 6

Jaune: WHAT THE-?!

Weiss: Yang, you actually saved me! Oh, but I can't say thank you because that would be nice, though. I will, however, repay the favor. Oh, one sec.

Weiss: Hi, Nora.

Nora: NONONO-!

Weiss: Bye, Nora.

Nora: You didn't have to go right for me!

Yang: Okay, good game, Weiss.

Weiss: Wait! No! I CAN'T MOVE!

Yang: Okay, good game, Weiss.

Weiss: I'M STUCK! HELP!

Nora: Thank you, Yang, for avenging me.

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Next Toxic - 9

Weiss: I may have lost the last time, and the second time, and the third time-

Jaune: And the next day! And the next day! And the next day!

Yang: Pfft! That show can be used for any reference.

Jaune: And the next- FUCK!

Nora: Jaune, it's okay, King, you'll get them next time.

Jaune: And the next day! And the next day! And the next day!.

Nora: Pfft!

Weiss: Give in to the hate, Nora. There's no way you can be nice after watching such a sheer failure like-

Jaune: SHUT THE HELL UP, WEISS!

Jaune: Look, Ice Queen! I am flustered like you wouldn't believe! I've had technical issues out the wazoo, AND I DON'T NEED YOU TO RUB SALT IN MY WOUND!

Nora: Exactly. Jaune is under a lot of stress, so we should cut him some slack.

Jaune: NORA, I KNOW YOU'RE DOING A BIT, BUT THANK YOU!

Nora: Jaune, it isn't a bit. It's me being very genuine.

Weiss: Ah, and here comes Nora to pour honey in the wound.

Yang: Wait, honey in the wound?

Weiss: I was going for something like the opposite of salt-

Yang: FUCK!

Weiss: And with Yang out of the way, this will be my FIRST MARIO PARTY WIN OF THIS GAME! AAAAAH! I'M AMAZING AT THIS!

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Toxic, Toxic, Toxic, SHOOT - 10

Nora: I knew how bad you wanted to win, Weiss, so I threw that last game. Good job!

Weiss: I don't believe you. I think you actually lost because you are actually very bad at this game.

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Weiss: Wait, wait, wait! You could steal from me, oooooor you could turn this into content!

Jaune: You're right, I could, so I'm letting you and Yang decide who I take from.

Weiss: Okay, then we'll decide this right now! Yang, play Rock, Paper, Scissors with me!

Yang: What?! Why am I being involved in this?!

Weiss: Ready? Three! Two! One! Shoot! Roc-

Yang: Paper.

Weiss: Okay, okay, that's a point to you. Three! Two! One! Rock!

Yang: Paper.

Weiss: WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO PICKS PAPER TWICE IN A ROW?!

Yang: WHO THE HELL PICKS ROCK TWICE IN A ROW?!

Jaune: Doesn't matter! We all know what this means! Thanks for playing, Weiss~!

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Melting Point - 19

Yang: Alright. Chance time.

Nora: Oh man... My life is in the hands of Yang! Please...

Yang: Okay. Star...

Weiss: Me... Me... Me...

Yang: Aaaand... Boop!

Nora:

YES! YES! YES! SUCK MY FUCKING DICK! LET'S FUCKING GO!

Weiss: That sounded toxic! Nora, that sounded so toxi- WHAT THE FUCK?!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

Weiss: ...I'm out. I'm done.

Nora: GET FUCKED, WEISS! GET FUCKED! YOU ARE SO FUCKING TRASH AT THIS FUCKING GAME!

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Nora: I... I am crying right now... Weiss, can you imagine being in LAST PLACE with ZERO STARS?! THAT'S EMBARRASSING!

Jaune: HAHAHAHA! SHE DID IT!

Weiss: YOU FUCKING CUNT!

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Weiss: Guys~! Guys~!

Jaune: I'M ROTATING, DAMMIT!

Yang: WHAT?!

Nora: YOU ARE ALL FUCKING ASS, BRO! PLEASE QUIT THE FUCKING GAME! NEVER PLAY THIS GAME AGAIN!

Jaune: H-Her toxic powers are making her too strong...

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Remedy- Final

Nora: Hey, uh, Jaune, you're gonna go random with the star steal, right?

Jaune: I'm sorry, Nora, but you revealed your true colors!

Nora: Nooooooo!

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Nora: Wait... I'm gonna get blasted?!

Jaune: Good! It's about time someone blasted the toxicity out of you!

Weiss: Oh, I'm going to enjoy this.

Nora: NOOOOOO! DAISYYYYYYYYY!

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Weiss: I'll let you two handle this. I'll just sit here and watch.

Nora: Jaune, we can't let Yang win!

Jaune: Agreed! Let's do this!

Yang: Hup! Hup!

Nora: NOOOO!

Jaune: FUCK!

Nora: I FUCKING HATE YOU, WEISS!

Jaune: I HATE YOU, TOO, WEISS!

Weiss: Oh, you know me; just doing a little trolling~.

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Results

Jaune: Wait, there's a shopping bonus?

Nora: Pretty sure that's you, Jaune. Unless it's me, but I'm pretty sure you- YES! YES!

YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK! LET'S GO! NEVER PLAY THIS GAME AGAIN! I WIN! I'M CRAZY!

Nora: IN THE END! TOXICITY WILL ALWAYS AND FOREVER WIN!

[dojapat]

Kirara Rising Chapter 5

I was in the fetal position under my covers in the lumpy motel mattress. As far as I knew Hakari was in a dead sleep meanwhile my mind raced. My mind returned to that beautiful woman in a wedding dress. What was she thinking when she killed her groom? What was she thinking when she killed herself? To those privy to the case it’s mostly agreed upon that she caught him cheating with a bridesmaid. But why react so strongly? Was it love? Passion? Regret?

Was it the fever…

“Can you not ever chill out?,” Hakari snapped at me. He could sense my anxiety despite my quietness.

“What do you mean?,” I instantly responded knowing exactly what he meant.

“If you’re worried about the curses I should be able to handle them.” He grumbled with his back still turned at me.

“I’m well aware. I appreciate you taking the reins on this mission,” I said as I moved to lay flat on my back.

He shuffled to his other side looking at me intensely, “Then what are you freaking out about?” I winced at the question but didn’t respond. “You’re always freaking out, come to think of it. Even when you’ve done well on a mission or had a fun day you always look… what’s the word… distant,” Hakari sat up on the bed, with his feet on the ground, facing me. “There’s something digging at you and it’s bugging me,” I had no thoughts. The icy shields I had built on my heart couldn’t be that easily pierced.

Hakari thought for a second with his lips pressed and his brow knitted. His eyes got wide and he hit his fist on his palm. “I got it! We’ll put it to a gamble.”

I turned my head. This childish disposition was foreign for him. He reminded me almost of Gojo for that brief second.

“Excuse me?,” I said indignantly.

Hakari didn’t seem phased by my impudence. “A gamble!,” he dug in his pocket and pulled out a fifty yen coin and he pointed it towards me with his arm fully extended. His childish exuberance was still on full display.

“If it lands on the 50 I’ll leave you be and let you be all sullen and lame!” Hakari grinned devilishly, “and if it lands on the flower you gotta tell me all your baggage!”

My mouth was slightly agape. Despite knowing Hakari for a year or so we had never really had the chance to connect like this. Given how nervous he made me, it never bothered me much.

I could’ve said no but instead I hesitated for a second and responded “Okay…”

His grin widened showing all his teeth. “Now we’re talkin’!” He eagerly flipped the coin to his eye level and snatched it mid air. Then he made the coin collide with the back of his hand with a loud smack. He looked down at the coin, his impossible wide smile widening more and his eyes narrowed.

“Flowerssssssss,” he sang.

I gave him a look like an exhausted mother looking at her hyperactive child. Breathing in and out I gave a sigh and my lips pursed before going limp, “You win fair and square…” I sighed.

“HAHA, YES!” He hit his fist in the air and lightly jumped once while still sitting on the bed. I knew he loved gambling but over such low stakes he still relished a victory…

“Do you ever get the feeling you should be someone else?,” I asked

“No. Never,” he instantly responded

“Must be nice… I feel it all the time.”

“Who do you want to be?”

I sat up in the bed and started to hug my legs to my chest while looking out the window.

“I don’t know… At first I thought I wanted to want to be a bureaucrat like dad wants… but I could never fool myself convincingly…”

Hakari’s smile turned into an inquisitive look.

“Then I thought ‘maybe I want to be strong like Gojo or Yuta…‘ but I didn’t care about that either…”

“Did you ever figure it out…,” Hakari asked

I smiled slightly “I think so but you’re gonna think it’s stupid…”

“Try me,” his smile returned but this time soft and compassionate.

I chuckled softly, “I wanna be a star…”

“Like in movies?”

“No, no. Like someone that shines… someone that’s flashy, someone that’s beautiful… I used to go to meetings with my father when I was a lot younger… but I never really paid attention… my favorite thing was seeing their wives in the other room. They were all wearing these tasteful kimonos… and their hair was so beautiful and intricate… same for their makeup…”

“Is that what you want to be?”

“I think so… wouldn’t that be incredible. Being so beautiful and graceful…”

“Do you want to be a wife?”

“Don’t say it like that, it makes me feel silly.”

“What’s silly about it? I think it’s cool.”

I turned my head toward him, shocked to hear his words. His face was so kind.

“I can see you for the first time.”

‘I can see you for the first time,’ what did Hakari mean by that? I felt something I had never felt before at that moment. It was just a second but felt so much longer. Like my heart was locked in place. Like time itself paused just so I can process my new unknown feeling. Was it fear? Was it relief? Was it emptiness? Was it… warmth…

Inelegantly, Hakari broke the silence, “So you need a makeover!”

“Ummm,” I had no words I could string together at the moment. Hakari had completely overtaken the situation.

“There’s a drug store, down the road! We can sneak past, Ijichi! It’s super easy. I do it all the time!”

I don’t know if it was my emotional or physical exhaustion but I didn’t have it in me to even try to protest.

[brandonwaratah01]

♥️ Brandō’s Jokes 💚

- B r a n d o n W a r a t a h 0 1 -

01. If a giant monster was to eat an Aircraft, what would be it’s opinion regarding the flavour? “It tastes Plane / Plain.”

02. Is France and Coral going to be expecting another child? If so, what would be the child’s name? Bonny. (Fictional Characters).

03. Why did the fish in the fountain think, “ouch” to itself? Because someone flipped a coin in it’s eye.

04. White Roses, Tiger Roses and Waratahs are simply a beautiful trio if placed into a decorative columned “Brandō Vase” just like Brandō’s many fashion illustrations.

05. I could execute the facial expression of the alien emoji with ease and a peace sign or other gesture(s) to accompany. Does that make me an alien / extraterrestrial? No, because I am human.

06. If a fashion designer was late for their own fashion show. What would be everyone else’s reaction(s)? “Even a Sewing Machine is faster.”

07. What do France and Coral have in common? They love shopping, exercising and going on dinner / movie dates. They are both the star attractions in Cyberspace and everyone loves them to bits! (Fictional Characters).

08. What pace is Brandō going at to finish his projects? The pace of a tortoise, if any slower, a snail. Or a vehicle that has stopped at a red light.

09. If you were to mix Red and Green together. What colour would it be? Clue, colour similar to my name. Another clue? The colour of chocolaté. Another clue? The colour of Terracotta clay. (That is more than enough clues.)

10. What is really sweet and sounds like the term Sunday? Sundae.

11. I like to state, “Excuse me!” In Ice cream man’s voice randomly. A character that I’ve made. The person I state it to, reacts with concern. I should film it to watch on replay. I approach the person without any clues. Their reaction is priceless!

12. I’ve ran out of ideas for the twelfth joke. Maybe it’s now a joke. Haha. lol!

♥️ - B r a n d o n v.p N g u y e n - 💚

[pareeksarveshkr]

Mind

So it all starts in mind, within ourselves, I used to write a lot and now its quiet opposite, I do all this stuff very little, coz sometimes it feels like lets not; what's the benefit of putting all it in words, when my actions can't show it, for put it all in words I'll need my voice, someone to listen or a pen and a paper, at least a pair of eyes to read it or a pair of ears to listen, but about actions I always felt that let them flow, as that's how we exist, a 95% of us is just the reaction of what happened to us.

Earlier I used to think that putting the stuff on paper or shaping it in a mold of words would be the best way to do so, but maturity or I call it getting a little sense is when you just realize that words are just words, nothing more than that, putting things into a phrase would surely require a higher form of the language that I speak, because, I am a figure of Shakespeare in their mind, but actions, do they have a comparison, is their a nieche in it, well if I think, then yes, and if I see, then no, as plucking the stars and moon is not practical, and Impractical is not what I talk.

So, they start asking me, if I have any idea in my mind, agh, look at me, I mean not like a stare, but can you just throw a glance , I mean not about how I look, but at least the way I say things out, Ohh but isn't that just your style ? I mean yeah, I have seen you flipping like a coin in front of me, I have always wanted to see your other side but, umm...even I don't know what to say, you countinue. - Well I think I had put it enough in my deeds to show what I meant, but if you want me to, I can do it. And there it starts, putting out the calender in my mind, where just like everything was noted in a particular sequence, I don't know how, yeah surely everything sweet and bitter, but how and why ? Why can't it all be just forgotten ? Is it so much imprinted ?

But now, if I have put it all in my words, and said it, or scribbled it on a sheet of paper, then it does surely mean, that I couldn't be with you, what I meant to, still not enough, haha...let me crack a joke about it, and laugh hard till it gets our eyes, cuz the tears that I cried earlier, were of no use, so....you dear one, you had it all in your mind, ever since like when, and why didn't you say it all earlier?? umm, maybe I feared; feared ? about what ? is it any thing that pesters you ? Ohh good lord, everything, come on, tell me who's it ? tell me, I'll jus get 'em down, tell me the name, who's it ? YOUUU...M M Mee ? Me as in who ? Me ? like, um, agh, wha-what did I do ? maybe nothing and maybe everything, oh, so you've been doing all it in a reason of maybe it ain't definite....

Well you tell me, if I question it..happened with me too, it ain't no big deal, hehe...I mean ain't anything that should have pestered you, but yeah, I ain't wrong ....you are....

Hmm, let me write cuz its the only thing that won't judge me, this sheet, this pen, or the ink,...haha, see even the ink ran out seems like even this ain't willing to write it all, say it all...

For we all know, when to speak and when to stay silent, a human inside, no animal indeed...

[pocket-pocket-rocket]

Had a dream about my ex and although it’s sort of tough to explain at first I looked like my previous self when I was with him but after a bit I sort of unes into my present self. When that happened, I no longer felt as though he was familiar to me. I think it symbolizes that my brain recognizes that he and I were once in love but now are different people.

Crazy

Edit: ok I’m remembering that lately I’ve been noticing I do things he used to do/like. For example, I used to haute rainy/stormy days but I find them calming and relaxing. I used to think using a coin flip on the phone to decide things was dumb but I use it every now and then and I still remember why he does it.

Bottom line, he had a lasting effect on me, and although I know I’ll be a different person in 5 years from now, some things will always be engrained.

By the way F, if you are reading this yes I have historia ally had a black/white way of thinking things but at the same time there are some instances that I expressed how I felt like “I feel like I will never love again” it was not a declaration/constant, it was eXPRESSING HOW I FELT IN THE MOMENT and I always fully recognized that I my feelings will change. That’s something I don’t think you and I were on the same page about but I’m writing it here in case you see this because I have tried to explain this many times and you still don’t seem to get my perspective. Maybe this will help.

Anyways, like I have said before (but only to him) my ex will always have a special place in my heart. But in this case I think that most people will always have a special place in their hearts for their first love, no matter how it ended up.

When we first broke up, it was super difficult to see because of how new the trauma of breaking up was, but the more time that passes, the further I am removed from who I was then. Same goes for him though. I remember the days when I would come home from work and do nothing but cry in my bed, those were the days I was in the trenches. Or when I used to have to drink a shot just to get through my shift.

All this to say I’m content with the progress I have made overall. Emotionally, physically, mentally, with my work life, and more.

current battles I am dealing with is stuff with my dad, but that seems to have given me my base trauma/stats/flaws lmao, and gym/diet. I want to take a break from the gym so I can refocus but we shall see if I actually do haha.

Looking forward to rupauls drag race tomorrow with Christian and Colby!!! Tbh it was probably best that I took that shift for today (Friday) because Friday is a good night and I do he spending a lot lately. I’m also getting rid of a lot of stuff. The local thrift store is about to get a lot of clothes haha. I’m happy to purge my surroundings to match who I am today. I don’t want to end up like my parents with years of shit stuffed into their garages.

Pocket pocket rocket, I should write to you more often so I can see all facets of my progress.

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 42

Matt: "Every fucken time ..."

Oh dear, Marisha's gone full pirate and it didn't take ANYONE long at all to pick up on it. Wait ... Fingers Magic? Gods help us ... wow, that is the fakest dog ever ...

"Children ..." They really never give Matt a single chance to start smoothly, do they?

Haha ... cute little dig at Chetney in the recap. Matt's putting Travis in his place for the distraction already ... XD

Oh yeah, the streaking. I enjoyed that bit ... oh, so we're actually ROLE-PLAYING the streaking? Go on, Matt, let them role-play the streaking.

Bah ...

The curls on Chetney's shoes are FOR HIS TOES?!!!

Like a freaky jackalope ... "breakfast rabbit." XD

Orym: "So far your signal has been tearing me open."

Theatre talk ... "Not the theatre!!!"

Are they going to turn flying Imogen into a fireworks display in order to signal the airship? Is THAT what's gonna happen here?

FCG: "Do YOU know where we are?" East and a bit south? Right, that's gonna work.

"Balls and titties. A thousand times ..."

Teaching FCG how to cook.

Hello again, Pate ...

Laura: "What are you stroking?" Travis: "The meat tongue?"

Here we go, Orym tests his new sword ... whoa, vine grapple powers? AWESOME!!! That is SO COOL ...

Laudna wanting to learn how to use big scary fire powers us such a bad idea, but getting FEARNE to teach her is SO MUCH WORSE.

Creepy version of girl talk ... no, Fearne, NOBODY likes Delilah. Hmmm ... maybe Fearne having Laudna's back ain't such a bad thing. Oh, the coin flip ... yeah ...

Fearne: "I missed you terribly for that moment of time." D'awwwww ... :3

Beavis and Butthead are back again!

"If they mean that much to you you should name them." Yes ... The Jawtaker. "Cuz the guy I took it off I cut his jaw off with it." Yeah ...

Blood Splash? Yeah, I dunno.

Oh man, Laudna and Fearne are REALLY trying this? Laudna tries rubbing her hands together and they start flaking ... of course they do.

Wait, using FEARNE as a target? Seriously?

Matt's adorable description of Laudna's attempt ... oh shit, that actually WORKED?!!! And now it's CHAOS. Perfect. Travis: "There's no dialing down a fireball." Whoa ... 18 POINTS OF FIRE DAMAGE to Fearne? Because it's Laudna's EVIL fire ... XD

I love that Fearne actually ENJOYED that ...

FCG: "A little bit burnt? Your hair is all gone!" Fearne: "That is not true."

Professor Fearne ...

Ashton asking for hammer lessons is hilarious and adorable. XD

Here comes the skyship. Okay ... time to say goodbye to the Gorgynei ...

FCG's first attempt at cookery is ... a mess, apparently.

Chetney: "I felt so young this morning and then Laudna fucked me up."

Oooooooh ... Uther backstory ...

Oh boy ... Fearne and Manad have chemistry. Okay ... :3

"Manad. With little hearts ..."

FCG (to Fearne): "You are the most chill burn victim I've ever seen."

Okay, back on board and flying again ... Chetney's hanging over the side like a dog with its head out the window. XD

"Eshterossh's reshipesh" ...

FCG's doing some more cooking ... oh, the cookies? Oh gods ... how bad is this gonna go?

Sam's flask again ... "Sam's Hanukkah Wislist?" Hmmm ... TEETH ENLARGERS?!!! Do you REALLY need them Sam?

Qoreo. Which NOBODY can spell, apparently ... XD Another crazy history lesson, too ...

Chetney's chained himself up in the night again, it seems ... Orym: "I'm having an awakening." Awwwwww ... cute carved wolf which is now imaginary because Liam forgot to bring the real one. XD Apparently it's not "paperweight worthy" yet ...

Orym: "How many people have you killed with this thing?" Chetney: "I haven't been keeping count."

The moment Liam says: "I slid the sword in" I KNEW there would be a lot of smirking. I was not disappointed. XD

Seedling, the Wayward Pilgrim. I like that.

The return of "We're basically gods!" Oh boy ... cue the Keyfish references.

The Shallowlands ... Orym: "Fun as in fun or fun as in murders you?" Captain Xandis: "Yes."

Lake Koron. With a K, not a Q, people! XD

Taliesin: "The entire country of Wales is going 'What? What's the problem?'"

Aaaaaaaaaaand ... here we go. Yios. City of Flowing Light. LITERALLY, it seems ... yeah, that's really pretty. A three tiered lake? Oh, that is GORGEOUS, actually.

Wait ... IS THAT A BLOODY LOG FLUME? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Lakecap Skyport and Lounge ... like a casino, apparently. XD

FCG: "I wonder if you drink the water does your pee glow?" Ashton: "I can think of at least four reasons that wouldn't work but you're welcome to try."

Discussing what to do ... Starlight Academy? Hmmmm ...

Go to break ... cue chants of: "NEW PLACE!!! NEW PLACE!!!" And Laura's misremembering cues smutty talk about Starlight Express. Matt: "Trains fucking, y'all!"

Oh man, season 2 of The Legend of Vox Machina looks like it's gonna be a RIOT. Grog beard! Yay!

Methinks perhaps they went a bit overboard with this new Twitch Subscription ad ...

And we're back, with Matt once again being belittled. Good naturedly, though ...

Sweet fuck, a New Jersey accent ... Liam feels personally affronted, and rightly so ... fuck, this is completely destroying Laura, she CANNOT keep a straight face. XD

So, the Lounge is FANCY, clearly. Oh here we go booze ... Ashton, you enabler ...

Imogen's nervous, it seems. Worried about her mum. Hmmm ...

The Orb is still dark. Phew ...

Corpse Reviver. Yup ... these drinks are clearly an adventure all on their own.

Gambling? Really? Not smart, guys. Better not. Apparently Chetney has a reputation in some places ... and some bans, it seems.

Yes, food and drink. Nothing else. Then beds. Best plan here, guys.

Laudna sets Pate to hold the table for them. A haunted flying rat, yeah, that's gonna do the trick beautifully. XD

Shellfish? From a casino? Travis: "That's one way to go!"

Ashley rolls a stealth check. Nat 1! "That's what happens when you demand it!" Matt: "You have NEVER felt more stealthy." Laura: "She's just turning circles in the middle of the floor."

FCG attempts to Detect Thoughts in the casino ... which goes well ... cue jokes about folk wanting a dump ...

Fearne sidles up to a half-giant guard ... oh gods, here we go ... yeah, he really doesn't have much advice to give her ...

"I'm here to go to there ..." Okay ... Matt demands a deception check. Of course he does ... oh, it actually goes well, that's quite the surprise for Fearne actually.

Ashton to the rescue! Yup ... for a barbarian he is VERY sharp, isn't he?

Wait ... Pate can go INVISIBLE?!!!

Laudna wants to use him to cheat at cards ... yeah, Chetney is not alone thinking that's a bad idea. Also the guards ARE keeping an eye on them ...

Maybe tomorrow night ... oh dear ...

Complicated in-game gambling mechanics ... yeah ... Fork of the Storm or Griffin's Wall ...

A 50 GOLD BUY-IN?!!! Are you fucking kidding me?

FCG attempts to use Divination to cheat ... oh boy ... and the coins evaporate in his grasp. Sam: "They're the component?"

Okay, this split screen does WEIRD THINGS to Matt's arms ... O.O

Fearne keeps raising ... AND Chetney too ... oh dear ... and Fearne is trying to Sleight of Hand the dice? This is gonna be an insanely high deception roll ... 18! Taliesin: "You monster!" She raises A LOT. Ye gods ... 440 in the pot? Fuck me ...

Chetney rolled MAX! "Into the spider's web you played!" Yeah, he totally cleans up. And tips stingy ... "This is an expensive game!"

The Griffin's Wall is just blackjack with dice, apparently ... good thing it's cheaper too.

Matt REALLY doesn't want this to just be 2 hours of dice games and I'm very much with him ...

Travis rolls INSANE again! Max roll! Crazy! Oooh, Laura too! Nice! AND Liam? This is getting nuts ... Holy fuck TALIESIN gets it TOO!!! Down to Marisha ... SHE BUSTS OUT!!! Of course she does! XD

Freya ... intriguing looking dwarf ... lots of green ... and she's FRENCH, apparently.

FCG (talking about Chetney): "He wants to swing a big dick while we're here." Attempts to cast Fast Friends to get the room comped ... Freya rolls a Nat 20! XD They decide to just pay for the room and LIE to Chetney about it instead ...

Fearne almost blows it getting stuffy about the tip ... cue talk about Fearne going off at Freya for being a Karen ...

Another round of Fork of the Storm ... Imogen tries telekinesis to nudge the dice ... the tanks it TOTALLY!!! XD She folds ...

FCG's Detect Thoughts gains NO insight on the dealer. Matt: "This is THEIR JOB!!!" Instead he just gets flashes of their childhood.

They tell Chetney the room is free. Everybody else sees right through them. Chetney: "Wow, that meat tongue turned into a silver tongue!"

Who's THIS suspicious dude? Laura rolls for an insight check ... ooh, whispers!

Landon Kreshawl ...

Marisha rolls a Nat 20 on a deception check, apparently they're a performing troupe now ... Orym is doing Cirque de Soleil shit ... ah, Pate! Ventriloquism, basically ...

Imogen casts Detect Thoughts ... on surface he's taken in ... ah, so is this guy a conman, then? Maybe, maybe not. He could be okay.

Now he's talking about carpentry. Imogen switches her focus to Chetney. Under the table she hears a thump ... XD

They arrange to meet with him again in the morning. Chetney is affronted that he's not a real carpenter.

Travis: "Shrimp cocktail towers so we can all shit our brains out."

To the suite! It's nice, great view.

Ashton does not want shrimp. "You do not want to see me eat shrimp, I have ... issues." Matt is exasperated that he's created this glorious place for them to visit and they're making diarrhoea jokes ...

Ashton (to Imogen): "If it hadn't been for your intense personal issues I never would have gotten to see this, so thank you."

Oh gods, the shrimp arrives ... this is going to be awful ... they give them 10 gold snd pretend it's a tip.

Travis: "You just give them 10 gold for shrimp? That's like $3,000!"

Laudna encourages Ashton to make friends with Pate ... oh, this should be fun ...

Fearne makes Pate a shrimp tail crown. Cue Beetlejuice jokes ...

Chetney fills Imogen a nice hot bath. Awwwwwww ...

She casts Invisibility on herself snd JUMPS OUT OF THE WINDOW?!!! She flies away ... what the hell?

She goes WAY UP HIGH and takes the whole city in. Then casts Sending to her mother ... she wants guidance.

Her mother tells her to stay there, stay safe, that it's dangerous for her. "I've given up so much to keep you safe, at the end of it all that's all I want."

This just got REALLY emotional really quick ...

Everybody sleeps well, at least. It's a pleasant day, apparently.

Lord Preston Drodelon? Oh, the one from the ball that fell for Fearne! Lovely.

The shrimp shitstorm ... Orym: "All I eat is protein, guys! Get used to it!"

They meet Landon and enlist his guidance going out into the city. To the Seminary!

The Tri-Bridge Plaza.

Lots of touristy stuff, clearly ... Orym is being observant like always. It's all very MC Escher, apparently, but it works.

Shopping! Plenty of business opportunities, looks like. The bread and butter of the D&D downtime session!

Mani Drogidon. Sounds fancy.

Traverse Rarities and Trudge the Glimmer. No Gilmour's Glorious Goods?

The Dominion Ring.

Whoa, lots of orcs? That's pretty cool.

The Seat of Valour! Awesome.

The Rose Marble Amphitheatre.

Library of the Cobalt Soul! Yay!

The Aydinian Seminary. Here we are, then. Clearly a very solemn seat of learning and academia. Sounds pretty snooty too ...

Landon is very good at his job, definitely. Apparently his hair is a few Mercers long ... XD

Yes, that's right they have a letter of introduction. That makes things easier.

Okay, hiring him for the whole day is probably practical. Honestly I'm starting to like him.

Weird gargoyle creatures ... FCG panics ... SND THEY ATTACK!!!

Matt: "And that's where we're gonna call it a night!" WHAT?!!! What does this mean?

Gah, damn you and your cliffhangers, Mercer!

[levis-hazelnut]

Kuroo x Reader Pick-up Lines

summary: you and Kuroo use pick up lines on each other just for fun, not expecting to actually form a relationship.

warning(s): a liiiiitle suggestive, but it's just the pick-up lines lol

"(Y/N)-chan~!" a teasing voice called as you made your way to your class. Looking up, you noticed a certain bedhead and smirked upon seeing the upturn of his lips. You met him at the entrance of the classroom and he leaned against the doorway, preventing you from entering.

"Do you need something, Tetsuhoe?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. First of all, I already told you not to call me that. And, secondly, I found this coin on my way to school. I was just wondering: if I flip it, what are my chances of getting head?" he whispered, bowing closer to you as he revealed the polished metal. Normally, something like that would make someone blush, however, you were quite different since you return the stupid pick-up line.

"Hm, I don't know. We can find that out if you would like to be Microsoft, and crash at my place."

"That wasn't too bad, but it wasn't your best. I think mine was better," Kuroo stated as he pushed himself off of the doorframe and entered the classroom as you trailed behind him, taking your seat which was conveniently in front of him. Convenient because you wouldn't have his messy excuse of hair blocking your view. "(Y/N)-chan?"

"Yes, Kuroo?" you replied, tipping your head back so you could see the male from an upside-down point of view.

"I have another one."

"Hit me."

He seemed to pause as his narrowed eyes shimmered. "Sure, but I'll do it like how I do serves - hit it from the back."

"Damn, that was actually good. Did you just think of that right now?" you asked.

"Yeah. I was going to say another one, but then you said 'hit me'... Anyway, does this mean you've fallen for me?"

You scoffed. "In your dreams, you manhoe."

"Oi, stop calling me a hoe," he said with a frown, seeming to be offended by your words.

"Sorry. Did I hurt your feelings, my poor baby?"

"'My'? Since when was I yours?"

"Since never. Don't get your hopes up. I just felt like saying--"

"(L/N)-san, Kuroo-san. Pay attention," your teacher cut you off before you faced the front. You didn't even realise that the class had started.

~/~

You were peacefully sitting at your table, listening to the information your science teacher was spewing. Unfortunately, however, you were disturbed when you felt hot breath fan your neck.

"You know, if I was an enzyme, I'd be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes."

You snorted and faced the male to flick his forehead as you muttered, "You're such a dork" under your breath.

"I'll happily be your dork."

"Shut up, Kuroo."

"Okay, fine. But I have a question..."

"What?" you sighed.

"Are you made of Copper and Tellurium because you're Cu-Te?"

"Thank you, but right now, I'm not bothered to think of a pick-up line. And you should be doing work, Smarty Pants."

"But I'm tired and bored," he whined quietly as he leaned his head against your shoulder, sighing.

"I know what we could do for fun later… We can test the spring constant of my bed."

He smirked, lifting his head off of your shoulder. "That would be very fun."

"Your voice just became husky. Do science pick up lines turn you on or something?"

"Hmm. Maybe..."

"You have 206 bones in your body. Would you like me to give you another one?"

"I'm like a Rubix cube; the more you play with me, the harder I get."

"No. You were meant to give me a science one," you told him with a small frown.

"Oh, sorry. Umm… I bet you're like calcium carbonate - if I get you wet, the reaction would be explosive."

"Uh, I actually can't think of anything now."

"Well, I'm not as tired as I was before, so let's do work--" The sound of the bell, notifying you that it was the end of the lesson, cut him off. "Oh."

"Yaku~" you called quietly as he and someone else sat in front of you.

"Yes, (L/N)-chan?"

"Can I borrow your notes, please?"

"Sure. Kuroo's not allowed, though, because he was the one that distracted you."

"Haha, okay. Thank you."

"Oi," the raven said with a scowl and began to argue with Yaku on their way out of the classroom. The only thing that caught my attention was: "(Y/N)-chan will give it to me anyway."

"Mm. I don't know about that," you said, wanting to tease him.

"Well, it's fine if you don't give it. Because the only homework I want to do is you. I just want to slam you onto my desk and do you all night."

"Keep it in your pants, Kuroo," Yaku told his captain as you all made your way out of the building. The two males had to go to the gym for volleyball practice, and you had basketball practice. "(L/N)-chan, please tell me that you won't actually fall for this idiot."

You snorted. "Of course, I won't," you told him, knowing very well that you already have. However, it isn't because of the pick-up lines and such, it's just him and who he is, no matter how flirtatious and how much of a dorky idiot he can be. Not to mention, he's very attractive.

Glancing at the raven, you noticed a glint in his eyes that you've never seen before for a split second. You soon brushed it off when he draped an arm over your shoulders and smirked.

"Trust me. I know that one day you'll fall for me."

"Even if I do, how would I know if you're serious about getting into a relationship? I'm sure that I'm not the only girl you move to."

"And how can you be so sure?"

"Because you're a flirtatious prick."

He mocked offence, putting a hand to his chest. "How rude. And if you ever do like me, tell me and I'll show you just how serious I am. And I would only be serious about getting into a relationship with you."

"... I still can't tell if you're being serious or not."

He sighed and removed his arm off of you, deciding to change the subject. "Meet me and Kenma outside of school when you're done. I don't want you to walk home alone in the dark."

"Okay. Have fun at practice!" you beamed at them.

"Wait. You're gonna drive us home, yeah?"

"What are you talking about? I don't have a license," you said, furrowing your brows.

"Oh, did it get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?"

You snorted and shook your head before you made your way to the girls' changing room.

Kuroo watched your retreating form and sighed once again before he and Yaku continued to go to the gym.

"… You were being serious earlier, weren't you?" the libero spoke up, breaking the silence. "About how you would be serious about being in a relationship with (L/N)-chan."

"Yeah," the captain grumbled in return. "I guess I'll have to forget about it and move on."

"Don't lose hope. There's still a chance that she likes you back."

"You heard her say she wouldn't fall for me."

"She could just be saying that… Anyway, wipe that gloomy expression off of your face and focus on volleyball now."

~/~

After waiting for nearly fifteen minutes at the gates of your school, you huffed and decided to go to the gym, where Kuroo and Kenma might be since they obviously weren't outside.

The lights of the gym were still on, but it was silent. There was no sound of shoes squeaking against the floor, no sound of even the quietest whisper, or bounce of a ball. You stepped into the gym and looked around to find Kuroo taking his shirt off. The muscles in his back caught your attention as you tried to tear your orbs away from him.

Your form flinched slightly when he twisted his head over his shoulder, locking his eyes with yours with a smirk before he turned back around, continuing to change as if he didn't care you were there.

A blush tinted your cheeks before you quickly turned away and proceeded to leave the gym without a word. However, fingers entrapped your wrist and another hand had closed the door of the gym. Gulping, you tilted your head a little to notice that Kuroo was extremely close to you. To the point that you felt his hot breath on your skin and his torso brushing against your back.

"I wouldn't want you to wait outside in the cold and dark," he whispered huskily, inclining his head closer to you and angling it as if he was about to kiss you, but he made no further movement.

You tried to steady your thumping heart and keep your cheeks from turning red before you spoke. "… Well, are you ready to go?" you questioned quietly, making sure to keep your eyes on his and not flicker them down to his lips that looked so soft and plump.

"I am, but there's one thing I have to do."

"Which is?"

Instead of replying, he pressed his lips against yours and cupped your face with a single hand. He was about to pull away when you hadn't responded, but then you did, entangling your fingers in his hair that was surprisingly luscious. You felt him smirk into the kiss, but when you parted, you realised that it was actually a smile. A genuine one that you have never seen before. It made you grin in return as you waited for him to say something since your brain wouldn't be able to form a sentence at the moment.

"If you go out with me, I promise I won't take you for granite," was the first thing he said.

"I hate you," you laughed and playfully rolled your eyes. " But, I will go out with you. Not because of your stupid pick-up lines, but because I do like you."

"Thank you. I like me, too."

"Kuroo," you sighed mixed with a groan. "Please, be serious, otherwise I will walk out of this gym and won't talk to you again."

"Fine, fine. I'm sorry," he smiled and cleared his throat, trying his hardest not to smirk or smile so that he looked serious. "I like you, (Y/N)-chan, and I'm very serious about getting into a relationship. If you haven't realised, I've barely spoken to girls other than you--" The teenager was cut off by your sudden laughter, so he arched a single brow in question. For some reason, he felt a little embarrassed. "Why the hell are you laughing?"

"I'm so sorry," you apologised in between laughs. "I can't take you seriously."

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "I hate you so much. You were the one that wanted me to be serious."

"Yeah, now I know you are. There's no need to talk to me like that again, because I already know I'll just start laughing at you."

"Remind me again why I like you."

"I think the same thing about you every day," you retorted.

"You know, I think I prefer it when you're not talking and we're kissing."

"Shut up, you jerk--" His lips collided with yours once again, but it was slightly more passionate than the previous one since he had decided to pin you against the wall.

Let's just say that you only left the gym because Kenma was wondering where you two were and had unintentionally stopped what was happening. And since they were both your bodyguards that accompanied you to your house, it made the walk awkward.

But that didn't matter since you could now claim Kuroo as yours.

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[twst-bs]

I read your works and immediately fall in love. Can you make an dorm leader witness their s/o gamble (like they didn't know their s/o is a king/queen of gamble similar to kakegurui?). If you comfortable with this request...

Thank you~

Ah, thank you so much! I'm glad you like my writing.

The reason I took so long writing this is because I actually decided to watch Kakegurui out of curiosity and got really sucked into it, haha!

I hope this was worth the wait!

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Riddle: Card playing wasn’t an unusual occurrence in the Heartslabyul lounge. On any given night, students would gather around in groups and play anything from Old Maid to blackjack.

What was unusual was for Riddle to see the Ramshackle Prefect amongst them.

Well, maybe he shouldn’t have been so shocked. Between their friendship with Ace and Deuce, and their own relationship, they were basically a member of Heartslabyul anyway. Maybe it was more of the fact that they felt welcome enough to simply waltz into the dorm and make themself at home.

“Oh, hey, Riddle!” they smiled when they saw him. “Do you want to play too?”

“Dorm Leader Roseheart doesn’t usually join,” Deuce chimed in, peering down at his hand of cards. Riddle cleared his throat, causing all three of them to look up.

“He’s right, typically I stay out of the games and watch for rule-breakers. However,” he felt his face get warm, and he had to look away from the three sets of curious eyes fixed on him. “I wouldn’t mind sitting in and watching, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course!” the Prefect scooted over on the floor, completely ignoring the slightly stricken looks that Ace and Deuce were giving them. Riddle, trying to maintain some amount of grace despite his face being as red as a rose, carefully sat himself between Ace and the Prefect.

“What are you playing?”

“Poker!” they replied cheerfully as the game resumed. “I’m not so sure about my skills, though.”

“Whatever,” Ace shrugged. “Poker’s more the luck of the draw anyway. Deuce, are you gonna call or just keep trying to stare holes through your cards?”

“Shut up, Ace,” Deuce shot back. “I’ll call.”

Deuce placed two gold coins in the middle, and Riddle raised an eyebrow. “You know there’s rules against betting money -”

“They’re chocolate, Dorm Head, it’s legal.” Ace laughed. “Do you think we’re stupid enough to blatantly break the rules in front of you?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Not particularly.”

“Alright, we good?” the Prefect asked. “I want to eat my chocolate.”

Deuce was the first to show his hand. “Three of a kind.”

Ace went next. “Two pairs. What do you have, Prefect?”

With a grin, they laid down their cards. “Straight flush.”

“You jerk!” Ace laughed. “You were playing us the whole time, weren’t you?”

“That’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” they stuck their tongue out at him, gathering the small mountain of chocolate coins. “Pleasure doing business with you, boys.”

“Man, you wiped the floor with us,” Deuce sighed. “You’re way too good at hiding your reactions.”

“Or you’re just really bad at reading them.” Ace smirked.

“Whatever.”

“Hey, Riddle,” the Prefect leaned over while the other two continued bickering. “Look who showed up to help me win.”

With a grin, they held up a card between their index and middle finger. The Queen of Hearts.

Riddle laughed softly. “The Queen treats her favorite subjects well.”

Leona: “Come on, Ruggie!”

“No way! I saw it first, it’s not my fault you’re slow!”

“You almost tripped me to get to it first, you little -”

Leona growled, cutting through the two’s argument. “Quit yelling or I’m eating the damn sandwich.” he didn’t even lift his head from where he had pillowed it on his arms. The lion really could sleep anywhere, even the lunch table.

“Okay, fine, here,” the Prefect dug around in their pocket. “We’ll flip a coin for it. Heads, you get the sandwich, tails, I get the sandwich.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” Despite his words, Ruggie was grinning. “Flip it.”

The coin they pulled out made a satisfying

noise as they flicked it into the air. They caught it, slapping it down on the back of their hand. “Ready?”

“Quit with the dramatics, I’m hungry!”

They stuck their tongue out at him, lifting their hand. “Tails! It’s my sandwich!”

“Damn it!” Ruggie snarled, but there was no real malice behind it. “Fine, I hope it’s rotten.” he got up to go get himself something else to eat.

As Ruggie stomped off, Leona turned his head to lazily raise an eyebrow at his mate. “Never really took you for a risk taker, herbivore.”

“How can I be dating a literal predator and not like a little risk?”

“Fair point.” Leona yawned. “You’re still going to give him some of that sandwich, aren’t you.”

“Yeah,” they were already ripping the thing in half. “He did actually get there before me, I just got lucky that his little tripping plot launched me closer to the front.”

Leona clicked his tongue. "So this was your idea of revenge?"

"Just keeping things interesting!"

Azul: No one was surprised when the mermaid mafia decided to run a gambling den.

Well, it wasn't a true gambling den, because it wasn't real money being wagered. Azul, always profit-minded, sold tokens to students that could be exchanged for specialty items at Mostro Lounge. That one night a week brought in considerable revenue for them.

"Hey, Azu~l!"

Said octopus looked up from the papers he was looking over in his office. "What is it, Floyd?"

"You'll never guess who is here tonight." Floyd grinned, showing all of his teeth. "Go on, guess!"

"I haven't the faintest-"

"It's Shrimpy!" Floyd laughed. "Shrimpy game to gamble tonight!"

Azul blinked, trying to figure out if Floyd was messing with him or not. "They actually came?"

Of course, he had invited his partner multiple times, but usually they were so bogged down with homework and other people's problems that they couldn't make it.

Floyd nodded. "They look like they're having fun! You should come out of your hidey-hole and come see!"

Floyd slammed the door shut without waiting for a reply. With a slightly irritated sigh, Azul straightened the papers and shoved them into a drawer. He wasn't fond of sharing his time with his partner with other people, but both of them were so busy that he had to take what he could get.

There was an unusually large crowd gathered around one of the tables - he could even see the twins towering over everybody, watching the game in progress.

"My, what have we here?" He made his way to the twins' side, attempting to get a glimpse of the action.

"Our dear Prefect is putting on quite the show," Jade chuckled lightly. "Perhaps we should have them come in more often."

"Oh, you actually came out!" Floyd exclaimed before turning around, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Hey, Shrimpy! Azul's here!"

They startled slightly at Floyd’s sudden volume, but when their eyes landed on Azul, they smiled. They sent him a wave with the hand that wasn’t holding the dice, and he tried not to look too shy as he waved back. Sometimes just seeing them was enough to get his heart rate up, but he had an image to uphold.

The Prefect tossed the dice, and they clattered against the wood of the table. The crowd surrounding them seemed to hold its collective breath as they waited for the Octavinelle student acting as the rule enforcer looked over.the two sets of dice.

“Ten-nine, to the Ramshackle Prefect!”

The crowd erupted into cheers. Azul joined in before he could stop himself, and Jade smirked at him knowingly.

“You’re allowed to be happy for your partner, Azul.”

“Shut up.”

“Azul!”

Speak of the devil. The Prefect made their way through the crowd, positively beaming as they held onto their bag of tokens.

“Well, it seems you’ve been busy.” he commented as they came to a stop at his side.

“Guess luck is on my side today!” they laughed, wrapping their arms around his neck in a hug.

No matter how many times they did it, it still caught Azul off guard, and he still had to fight down a nervous laugh as they let go.

“I was saving these tokens for two slices of the special blueberry cake.” they grinned, jingling the bag so the coins clinked together.

“Why two?”

“So we could both have some!”

“You know you could have just asked and I would have saved some for us for later,” Azul raised an eyebrow. “You do get some perks for being the manager’s partner.”

“Yeah,” they shrugged, already turning towards the price counter. “But it’ll taste so much sweeter since I got it by wiping the floor with those cocky Savanaclaw bastards.”

Kalim: “What’s that game over there?”

The Prefect followed to where Kalim was pointing. “Looks like roulette.”

There was a fair going on near NRC, and the students had been given permission to go as long as they were back in their dorms by curfew. Kalim, practically vibrating with excitement, had begged them to come with him and Jamil. It was the three of them for a while, until Ace and Floyd found Jamil and basically dragged him over to the hoops game. The Prefect promised they would keep Kalim safe.

“What’s roulette?” Kalim was staring at the big wheel like it was hypnotizing him.

“It’s a betting game,” they explained. “You pick a color and a number, and the caller spins the wheel. If it lands on your guess, you win the money.”

“That sounds like fun!” Kalim grinned, before he seemed to remember something. “Ah, but I’m not allowed to gamble. It’s not a good look for House Asim.”

“Well that’s kind of boring.”

“Right?”

“Well,” the Prefect hummed. “How about we play our own version. We each pick a color, and whoever’s color gets picked wins! Loser pays for ice cream.”

“Alright, you’re on!” he laughed. “You pick first.”

“Okay, I’ll go with black.”

Kalim nodded. “That means I’m red, right?”

“Yup!”

The wheel began to spin, and the two of them watched over the heads of the actual participants. Both of them stood on their tip toes as the wheel began to slow.

“Hey, it stopped on red!” Kalim cheered, pumping his fist in the air. “That means I won!”

“Yup! Congrats!” the Prefect laughed as the two of them kept walking. “Looks like I’m paying for ice cream.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll pay.” Kalim said dismissively.

“Huh? But I lost.”

“I had fun!” he beamed. ”So let me thank you!”

Vil: “Do I even want to know?”

The Ramshackle Prefect was always getting up to some sort of shenanigans, but they weren’t usually so bold about it. This time, however, they were proudly striding out of the Pomfiore lounge with a zip-loc bag of mismatched eyeshadow pots and tubes of lipstick.

“We were playing cards.” they smiled up at Vil, who simply raised a well-groomed eyebrow.

“That doesn’t explain your goodie bag there.”

“Well, we couldn’t gamble with actual money,” they shrugged. “So Epel suggested apple chips, but then we ate all of those, so we decided to bet makeup instead. Epel let me have some of the stuff you gave him so I could play, and, wow, did I luck out!”

They opened up the bag and pulled out some name-brand purple eyeshadow. “I could never afford this stuff, honestly! Maybe you should have a talk with your dorm members about not betting things they aren’t willing to lose.”

“They have to learn their lesson somehow,” Vil sighed. “Be careful, potato, gambling can lead to some ugly habits.”

“I don’t do it often, I promise!” they smiled. “It’s mainly for fun!”

“And humiliating my dorm members.”

“Like I said, fun!”

Idia: “Which one, which one, which one…”

The Ramshackle Prefect had been watching Idia agonize over this decision for the better part of twenty minutes. It was starting to get a little old.

“You really are invested in this one, aren’t you?”

Idia didn’t bother turning to face them. “I HAVE to get this card, it's a limited edition UR+ with a swimsuit costume. This is my last shot, I’m out of gems after this.”

“Isn’t it a random chance though?” they asked, kicking their feet idly from where they sat on Idia’s bed. “How are you going to be able to tell which loot box it’s in?”

“Nerd sense.”

“Then why didn’t you use nerd sense for the past nine pulls?”

Idia groaned softly, staring intensely at the screen. “Which one?”

“Oh for-” the Prefect hopped off of the bed and leaned against Idia’s back to be able to reach the mouse. “I’m picking for you.”

“W-Wait, don’t-”

They clicked on the middle loot box before Idia could protest too much. The box rumbled around, building suspense, and Idia almost started crying.

Then, suddenly, with a bright flash and a triumphant fanfare, the card was revealed.

“...Are you a god?”

With a sparkling animation surrounding it, the coveted UR+ card blazed across the screen. The colors danced across Idia’s shocked face, making his pale face look rainbow.

“Nerd sense.” they laughed, pecking him on the cheek.

“You joke, but I think you do actually have some sort of psychic powers.”

Malleus: “It takes bravery to play a game of chance with a fae, you know.”

There was a warning in his words, but the sparkle in Malleus’ eyes told the Prefect that he was actually looking forward to the human’s antics.

“I trust you.” the human grinned. “If you wanted to steal my soul or whatever, you would have done it by now.”

“Such confidence,” Malleus chuckled. “Alright, Child of Man, what game shall we play?”

“A guessing game!” they held their hands behind their back as the two of them walked down the cobblestone path that led into the graveyard surrounding Ramshackle. “Just guess which hand the coin is in. You’ll get a prize if you win.”

“Oh? What am I playing for?”

“You’ll have to win to find out!”

Malleus was beginning to wonder if the Ramshackle Prefect wasn’t part fae. “And if I lose?”

“Then I get the prize!” they laughed, deftly avoiding a protruding tree route. The two of them had made these nighttime walks a routine, to the point where they knew all of the potential dangers. “Come on, guess! You have a fifty-fifty shot.”

“Very well. Hm...left.”

“Ding ding ding!” the human held out their left hand, revealing the coin resting in the palm of their hand. “You get the prize!”

Slipping the coin back into their pocket, then grabbed onto Malleus’ sleeve and tugged him downwards. He complied, and was rewarded with a press of soft lips against his own.

“It was a kiss.” they laughed.

“Indeed it was.” he smiled. “Shall I give you a consolation prize?”

[retrievablememories]

show me love | jaehyun

title: show me love pairing: jaehyun x reader genre: fluff request: “I have a fic idea for Valentine's Day 💀 Jaehyun's gf is busy trying to prepare a really sweet bday gift while Jaehyun is busy trying to prepare a really nice Valentine's Day gift for his gf?” word count: 2.2k warnings: alcohol use a/n: writing pure fluff is not as easy as you’d think, but maybe that’s only an issue when you’re emotionally constipated like me...💀 anyway, here’s to the birthday boy. 🌹

You want to be sure Jaehyun’s birthday gift is perfect this year, which is why you spent so much time saving up for it. To you, it often felt a little hard to measure up to all the lavish gifts he gets every year for his birthday from fans, friends, and family members—especially since it’s on Valentine’s Day—but he always claimed that you could get him anything and he’d love it.

You and Jaehyun haven’t met up very frequently this week, partly because you’d both been busy preparing your gifts for each other; you for his birthday, and him for Valentine’s Day. You weren’t too upset about that, though. Being able to see him when the day finally came around would make it even more special after the time spent away from each other.

It’d been a lot harder than you’d anticipated to keep your gift secret, but only because you’re so excited for him to finally know what you’d gotten for him. You’re eager to see his reaction to it and hear what he might say about it. You’re also wondering what he might be planning for you, but you’ve done your very best not to pester him about it too much—even though you really want to.

The day of his birthday, you’re so jittery that you even get up earlier than usual so you can get dressed and make sure your look for the day is perfect. You end up calling Jaehyun while you put your makeup on, not wanting to wait any longer to talk to him. It’s not too early in the day when you call, because you know he won’t like getting up at that hour, but maybe early enough to cause a small complaint.

“Hi Y/N,” he answers after a few seconds, voice a bit deeper than usual—probably because he just got up. You grin at the sound of his voice.

“Good morning! Happy birthday, baby! Did I wake you? I’m sorry, haha.”

“Y/N.” Jaehyun repeats your name and smiles on the other end. You can’t see this, but you can hear his laugh, which is full of happiness at your greeting. “Thank you, sweet girl. It’s fine, I don’t really care, I was gonna get up soon anyway.” You hear the sheets rustling in the background and figure that’s him getting up now. “And of course, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“The day for lovers, how could I ever forget.” You smirk to yourself, sifting through your makeup bag for a certain highlighter. “By the way, you’re gonna come over today, right? I have something for you,” you tell him in a singsong-y mischievous tone.

“Oh?” Jaehyun perks up at that. “You want me to come over now? Because...I have something for you too, for Valentine’s Day, but it’s here at my place.”

“Ah, really?” You laugh. “Come to my place first, it’s your birthday and you should get your present first.”

“But since it’s my birthday, shouldn’t you come here? Do it for me~”

You almost roll over with laughter. “Aw, Jaehyun! I can’t believe you’re using that cute tone with me, I know you hate aegyo.”

He sighs, and you know he’s probably blushing from embarrassment. “Hmm, okay, okay. Never gonna do that one again. Should we flip a coin on it, then? If I win, you have to come over with whatever your gift is.”

You chuckle. “Flip a coin? You serious?”

“Dead serious. Get on FaceTime.”

“Now?” You snort and look at yourself in the mirror, makeup only half-done.

“You don’t want to? What are you hiding?” Now his voice takes on a sneaky note.

“I’m not hiding anything, but if that’s what you want, then prepare yourself...”

You both hang up and Jaehyun calls you on FaceTime a few seconds later. You smile when you see his face on the other end, still bare from just waking up. One corner of his mouth tugs up in a smirk when he sees you, then he bursts into a full grin, giggling at your half-made-up face. 

“Well, that was unexpected.”

“Yes, yes, laugh it up! My own boyfriend clowning me on Valentine’s Day, how sweet of you.” You pout for good measure.

“You laugh at me nearly everyday,” he points out, and you must admit that he’s right. “Anyway, you always look pretty to me.” Then he pulls a hand through his hair in a way that he knows can always make you swoon, and you sigh in defeat.

“...Okay, you’re forgiven.”

You see him rummage around for a moment before the phone straightens again; now he holds a coin between his fingers. “So. What side do you want?”

“I guess heads.”

Jaehyun snickers momentarily before affecting a nonchalant expression again. “Yeah, I’ll take tails then.”

“Stop being dirty-minded,” you complain, rolling your eyes.

“I’m not, Y/N,” he insists, though his tone suggests otherwise. He flips the coin into the air and points the phone camera to where it landed on the ground—heads.

“I won! Now you have to come over,” you cheer.

“Fine, fine.” He shakes his head and laughs. “I’ll be over soon. Wait for me.”

“I wouldn’t go anywhere else, now would I?”

Jaehyun arrives at your place a little while later, and he’s a bit starstruck when you open the door. Now with your makeup finished, you’re wearing a red dress with heels to match and your hair is styled prettily, falling over your shoulders. You smile happily at him, pulling at his shoulders to get him to come inside.

“Hi Jaehyun,” you say, closing the door after him and hugging him. He squeezes you back tightly, leaving a kiss on your bare shoulder and breathing in the scent of your hair.

“Y/N. How do you manage to get prettier everyday?”

“Because you love me so much.” You give him a kiss and tug his hand to guide him into the living room. You lead him to sit down on your couch, though you don’t sit next to him just yet. “Okay, before I give you your gift, you gotta close your eyes first.”

“Close my eyes? What is it?” Jaehyun keeps hold of your hand as he asks this, grinning up at you.

“You won’t know until you do what I say, silly!” He relents, although a bit reluctantly, and lets go of your hand so he can close his eyes. You go to get his gift from your bedroom and come back into the living room with it, holding it out in front of him. “Open your eyes now.”

When he does, he sees you holding a small wrapped box. “Why’d I have to close my eyes? I still can’t tell what it is.” He chuckles as he takes it from you. “The suspense is gonna kill me,” he jokes as he begins unwrapping it.

When Jaehyun finally gets the wrapping off and gets the box open, his face softens as he sees what’s inside and takes it in his hand. You clasp your own hands together, your skin warming at his smile. “It might not be what you’re used to in terms of like, luxury, you know...but it looked nice and I thought it’d look good on you.”

“Y/N…you must’ve spent a lot on this,” Jaehyun murmurs, examining the shiny new face of the watch in his hand. He holds it as if it were a rare jewel, turning it on all its sides to examine it. It’s mostly black leather and silver, but it was still more than usual for your budget, costing you a few hundred dollars.

“I did save up for some months...and still had to use a payment plan for it. Good thing we never broke up in that timespan or I woulda been shit outta luck.” Jaehyun snorts and shakes his head at your statement, knowing you’d say something like that to lighten the mood.

“Thank you baby,” he says, sliding his new watch onto his wrist. “You know this means the world to me.” He goes over to the window to see it better in the natural lighting, holding it up to the light to see it sparkle. You go over to him and peek over his shoulder, grinning softly. “I’ll have to pay you back.” You raise your eyebrows.

“What? It’s your birthday present, why would you—” 

“You’ll see later,” he says mysteriously, and you give him a curious look. “Meanwhile, we should go somewhere. The day’s still early, so let’s enjoy it.”

“You’re right,” you say, glancing at the new watch once more and then kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s go, then.”

It’s evening by the time you get back to Jaehyun’s place, having already eaten at an upscale restaurant that he’d reserved. You’d had no idea about it, and you were glad you’d taken the initiative to dress up today. Both of you spent the earlier part of the day going out to brunch and then exploring the city for a few hours, which even included taking one of those romantic boat rides that the nearby lake always offers on Valentine’s Day. You thought it would be kind of cheesy at first, but it turned out way more fun than you could imagine.

When you step inside his place, you’re surprised to see everything is decorated pretty lavishly; the overhead lights are dimmed, leaving a bunch of small tea lights as the main illumination. There are rose petals spread everywhere, too, and the sitting room is set up with pillows and blankets and a nice spread of chocolates and wine on the coffee table.

You gasp, studying the surroundings. “How did you arrange all this? We were together all day.” 

“Had some help from the guys; they came while we were gone. Hope they didn’t take anything, though...” Jaehyun shrugs as if this whole setup is no big deal, but his dimples poke out from the gleeful smile on his lips. He picks up an unlit candle from the coffee table, and you notice there are a few more spread around. “Now that we’re here, we can light these. Safety first, you know.”

“Of course,” you snicker, taking your jacket and shoes off so you can sit down on one of the pillows. You take up the bottle of wine and inspect the label while Jaehyun finds a lighter for the candles. “Considering that we already drank at the restaurant...don’t be surprised if I’m off my ass by the end of the night.”

“We don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to,” he suggests, raising one eyebrow.

“Oh no, I want to!” Jaehyun laughs at your enthusiasm as you open the wine and pour a glass for each of you. Once he’s done lighting the candles, he goes into his room. You lean back on the cushion and take your glass in your hand, waiting for him to come back.

Jaehyun returns soon with his blazer discarded and the first few buttons of his shirt undone. “I see you’ve gotten relaxed, too.” You smirk, crossing your legs. “You look so handsome with your new watch. I’m glad I got it for you.”

“Then I think you’ll like this even more.”

“Hmm?” You turn to Jaehyun as he sits on one of the pillows beside you. Your eyes widen when he pulls out a velvet case you didn’t notice before. It’s not a ring case, though, which really would’ve caused you to fall out; it’s the kind you use for bracelets or necklaces. He places it in your hands, and you gingerly take it from him like it might vanish if handled too roughly. “Oh...what is…?”

“You have to open it.” He grins, mimicking your earlier teasing of him with his own gift. You set down your wine glass and open the velvet rectangle to find a delicate necklace lying inside. At the end of it is a small circle with tiny diamonds embedded in it.

“Oh wow...it’s perfect,” you whisper, taking it out of the box and looking it over with enamored eyes. “Is this what you meant by ‘paying me back’? Because, Jesus, this is Cartier. I think you’ve done more than enough.” You smile wistfully and shake your head.

“Let me put it on you,” he says, and you give him the necklace so he can do so. You turn away from him, and you shiver a little at the feeling of his breaths on the back of your neck and his fingertips brushing your skin. You face him again when he’s done fastening it and throw your arms around his neck, hugging him closer to you and smiling against his dimpled cheek.

“I love you, Jaehyun. Thank you so much.”

Jaehyun’s lips curve up at your words, and he tucks his face against you, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your jaw. “I love you, Y/N.”

[babypuffinzoe]

Wanna know a secret? For as long as I can remember if I see a coin on the ground and its tails I’ll flip it to heads for good luck to the next person. When i was young someone told me finding them heads up is good luck, and since they seem so inexpensive, I figure that maybe it’ll excite someone or make them feel lucky for the day, which is worth wayyyy more than 1¢ or 5¢ (i keep the 25¢ or 10¢ lol).

I guess as I’ve gotten older I’ve realized that no one is ever like “woahhhh a penny face up! Todays my lucky day!” Lol but ive done it for so many years that it feels absolutely wrong to see a coin and leave it tails up, I’ll go far out of my way to do it and then sometimes relocate the coin to a spot where it can be found. I wonder if anyone has ever found one and felt lucky?? 😂 I think my best bet is like some kid finding it, cause maybe they’d get excited.

Another thing I do with change is like at vending machines I’ll leave spare change for the next person if it’s like 50¢ or less. Pretty much for the same reason, when i was young someone told me like “don’t you get excited when you get change from a machine and there’s already free coins in the return?” Id argue this is a case that actually excites some adults unlike the penny example earlier. So i also do this, because i see it as ‘i would definitely pay 50¢ to make one stranger happy for a few seconds or minutes that day’ like if someone had a button that you could pay 50¢ and pressing it made someone somewhere happy, i’d definitely press it! It’s that same concept, it’s a way to make 50¢ worth more than 50¢.

Vent- I almost put this on anon cause even tho these are small habits people will generally call me out on my privilege, and they are right to an extent. However I’d argue I’m only talking about amounts less than 1 dollar, and sure they add up over time but idk I think it’s more affordable than people assume, but its basically giving away money. Even tho its in small amounts i never have the attitude “oh everyone should do this!” Cause it’s not feasible, but if you can do it I recommend it!! I mean i definitely do more meaningful things that help people/animals/places, but i think there’s something really nice about trying to find obscure ways to be positive, when you keep doing something for years even tho you know most people are never gonna know you did anything lol, even when they find your “work”. 💖

Awww this is really sweet. 🥺 I’ve not heard that finding a penny faced heads up means good luck but my grandparents always told me that finding a coin on the ground (heads or tails up) means good luck/that you will get lucky with wealth. I think a lot of people would be happy to find some change lying around! Especially the vending machine, I’ve never actually used one but I know I would be dancing around if I got a free/less expensive snack haha.

Keep being awesome, I’m sure you’ve made many people smile without realising it! 💖

[tortilla-of-courage]

Twice, my gods. You poor thing. This isn't even part of your usual brand of chaos, this is something even more bizarre.

Something more bizarre and apparently spreading.

(Part of me wants to block the culprit just as a preventative measure. But I'm also curious if they'll bother with me? So I hesitate.)

(But also don't send me the Bee Movie script. I don't need my best friend to laugh at me for getting the whole movie in my askbox as I know they undoubtedly will. Because they are Like That.)

Also, merAU it is! Do you want Wars or Wild or should I flip a coin?

-Attllhak

like three people i know said the same thing and got it so... be careful i guess? beeware the bees (and maybe flip a coin? i can't choose between my boys haha)