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strangersatellites · 2 years ago

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happy valentine’s day steddie nation! have some lumax & steddie shenanigans as a treat! i love you all! 🫶🏼

February 11th, 1987

It’s not that she’s particularly interested in watching E.T. again. It's more so the fact that the back of the VHS box has enough words that she can pretend to read it for an extended period of time without looking suspicious.

See, Max is a planner. She plans. Plots might actually be a better word. Perhaps even schemes.

Whatever. She plans.

When the time is right, she executes.

Luckily, Lucas is good for two (2) things.

Anything and everything Max asks of him

Causing problems on purpose

That’s how she finds herself here. Pretending to read the back of a movie she’s seen at least ten times while she acts like she’s not able to hear the conversation happening at the Family Video counter.

“Oh come on! It’s for Valentine’s Day!”

Steve stops whatever he’s trying to do on the tv and props a hand on his hip while he levels Lucas with a look.

“What makes you think I don’t have plans already, Sinclair? Huh? I could have my own date to plan for all you know.”

Lucas snorts. “Yeah, right. Please, Steve? I already told Max you said yes so she’s expecting it to be a whole thing! I’ll ask Eddie to drop us off and everything! Plus, my mom said we can only have a date if you chaperone and no offense, but I’m not taking you to a restaurant.”

“Well maybe we need to practice honesty in our relationships,” Steve says, pointing the tv remote at him. “You’re lucky Max is my favorite, or else you would’ve been in deep shit. Now what did you tell her I was cooking?”

Max has to hide a giggle behind the horror movie display at the way Lucas visibly sags in relief. He throws her a wink when Steve turns back to the screen.

*****

February 12th, 1987

Finding the money is easy.

It’s not Max’s fault Eddie is an absolute idiot and leaves his wallet in his unlocked van during Hellfire.

The man is just asking to be a victim of petty theft.

Plus, she doubts he even pays enough attention to the amount of money he has in there anyway. He probably won’t even know it's gone.

Picking the flowers out wasn’t difficult either.

Steve’s favorite flowers are tulips, and under any other circumstances they would be the obvious choice. But everyone knows a dozen red roses means true love.

And it's Valentine’s Day. Come on.

The florist had watched the pair look at all the flowers with a twinkle in her eye. No doubt she thought Lucas was buying them for Max.

Gross.

Convincing her that they needed them delivered to Family Video on Valentine’s Day was a little trickier.

“No they’re not for me, ew.” and “They’re for a friend.” and “Yes, we know it's last minute.”

But arguably the most difficult part had been choosing what to put on the card.

They’re sitting on the sidewalk outside the arcade writing and crossing out and writing again while everyone else is inside.

“Lucas, are you kidding me? We can’t just say Happy Valentine’s Day. That’s so lame.”

He throws his hands up in an exasperated gesture. “Well what else? We can’t be all ‘roses are red, violets are blue, I’m a big dumb idiot who won’t make a move.’”

Max snorts a laugh and gives him a conspiratory smile before she starts writing on the back of a receipt.

“No. But you know what we can do?”

*****

February 13th, 1987

“I don’t know… this feels a little risky.”

Max swats at Lucas’s bicep and glares.

“Just trust me. All we have to do is get Eddie there and his own desperate need to be nosy will do the rest.”

Lucas takes a deep breath in and accepts his fate. “If this doesn’t work it's your fault.”

She just rolls her eyes and shoves him up and off the couch.

They’re in the Wheeler’s basement finishing up yesterday’s campaign so they can all have Valentine’s day to do their own thing. Eddie called for a ten minute break after Mike and Dustin had to very nearly be physically held back during an argument about what move they should make next.

He’s propped on the arm of his chair and writing something in a little notebook when Lucas approaches.

“Uh hey, Eddie? Can I ask you something?”

The older boy raises his eyes up to meet Lucas’s and squints at him.

“Roll for charisma.”

Now it's Lucas’s turn to roll his eyes. “Are you serious?”

Eddie breaks into a bright smile and settles into his seat with a laugh. “Nah, man. What’s up, Sinclair?”

“Are you busy tomorrow? Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day I mean?”

Eddie’s brows furrow and he tilts his head a bit. “No way, dude. I’ll be sitting at home with a movie and a bowl of Wayne’s spaghetti if the past is any indication of how my day will play out. Besides, you know how I feel about all that shit.”

Max squints from her place on the couch braiding El’s hair. She does know how he feels about all that shit. She heard him telling Robin alllllllll about how he wanted to have a real Valentine’s Day date one day.

She’s grateful at this moment that he’s publicly sticking to his guns. No “forced conformity” in sight.

That would’ve ruined the plan.

“Perfect!” Lucas claps.

Max cringes but he recovers.

“Uh, I mean– I mean that’s perfect for me then! I was going to ask if you could come pick me up from Steve’s tomorrow. He told me he’d let me go through his closet and pick out something to wear.” He looks down and picks at a string on his jacket and Max has to hand it to him. His acting skills are pretty impressive. “I’m taking Max on a real date tomorrow.”

Eddie’s face softens and he cuts the shit with his false bravado almost instantly.

“That’s sweet, man. But why can’t Harrington drive you to Max’s exactly?”

And shit.

Max didn’t think Eddie would question him. Not with the way he drives them places all the time.

Then again so does Steve. So maybe that was a bit of an oversight.

But Lucas takes it in stride. “Oh he said something about cooking for his own date when I leave.”

Max might be a bit more worried about Lucas’s ability to lie off the cuff if she weren’t so impressed.

Eddie just nods. “Sure, kiddo. I’ll be there at 7 o’clock sharp.”

Easy.

Now they wait.

*****

February 14th, 1987

Max is sitting on the counter swinging her feet while Steve and Robin bicker back and forth about what order the new display movies should go in.

It’s ten minutes before six and she’s starting to get nervous.

Her inner monologue is screaming, “I knew she would forget to deliver them.”

Just about the time she’s going to ask to use Keith’s phone to call Lucas, the florist van pulls up.

Steve furrows his brow and looks at Robin. She just raises her shoulders and shakes her head. He opens the door and leans against it.

A young girl hops out of the passenger seat with the prettiest bouquet of red roses Max has ever seen. She has to bite back her own smile.

“Hi!” The girl greets while rustling through the leaves to find the card. “Delivery for uh– Stevie?”

Robin snorts and slaps a hand over her mouth.

Steve runs a hand through his hair and stutters out a “I’ll just get those. Yeah– yeah thanks. Have a good one,” and comes back inside.

Max puts on her game face when he puts them on the counter and steps back with his hands on his hips.

Robin has propped her chin in her hands and is looking on with barely concealed glee.

Max levels him with a bored look. “So… What does the card say?”

He reaches for the card and reads it quietly to himself. If Max isn’t mistaken, his cheeks are dusted with a pink flush.

He smiles and laughs. “They’re from Eds.”

Eds? Gross.

“Dear Stevie, something happened and I'm head over heels. Happy Valentine’s Day. Love, Eddie.”

Robin mimes being struck by Cupid and Steve giggles at her antics and thumbs over the petals of one of the flowers with a soft smile.

Before Max can unpack that, the door bursts open so hard the bell swings into the glass with a clang.

Steve’s head snaps to the door with a “LUCAS!” already ringing out through the store.

He holds his hands up in a placating gesture and catches his breath.

“Sorry! Sorry! Max, you ready to go?”

And, oh. Right.

She hops off the counter and grabs her bag. Spins around to Robin and Steve with a smile.

She leans in to whisper, “We’re going somewhere on a date tonight. He thinks I don’t know.”

Robin bites back another smile and salutes Lucas while Steve laughs under his breath and grabs his own keys and the vase off the counter.

“Have fun kiddos! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Robin calls out as they take off out the door.

*****

As riveting as the idea of hiding in a bush and watching Steve cook and sing to himself for an hour sounds, in practice it is painfully boring.

“Seriously? We couldn’t have just gone to the arcade until 7 o’clock?” Lucas angry-whispers.

Max adjusts her elbows on her knees so her binoculars are steadier.

“No. We need to be here to make sure everything goes to plan.”

Lucas groans and Max gives him an aggressive shush.

“Steve already liked the flowers and he double checked with me yesterday that you still wanted his homemade pizza. Literally all Eddie has to do is show up and take the bait.”

Now it’s Max who’s groaning. “Ugh, I don’t know, okay! But it's like five minutes ‘til seven anyway so it doesn’t matter.”

It’s just when they see Steve set the plates on either side of the bouquet on the table that they hear the sound of Eddie’s van turning into the driveway.

They both inhale sharply and duck further behind the bushes.

When Eddie climbs out he looks… nice.

Nice for Eddie at least.

There’s no chains, no dirty sneakers. Instead there’s a black button up and his nice boots. He’s got his hair half pulled up and all of his earrings in.

Max and Lucas share a bewildered look. Surely he didn’t lie about not having plans tonight, right?

Realistically the two know they’re too far away to hear or be heard but that doesn’t stop them from holding their breath as Eddie knocks on the door.

Steve opens it with a towel slung over his shoulder. He’s dressed the part too. Dark jeans and a dark red sweater, looking exactly like a parent chaperoning a kid’s date.

His smile is bright as he opens the door and gestures for Eddie to come inside.

They stand beside the foyer window and chat while the two look on through binoculars with bated breath.

“Surely Eddie’s noticed I’m not there by now, right?” Lucas questions.

Max hums and nods. “Yeah and I’m guessing that Steve has realized Eddie isn’t dropping us off either.”

The two boys throw their heads back in what they can only assume to be hearty laughter from their lack of sound. Steve nods his head towards the kitchen and Eddie gestures for him to lead the way.

“It worked! Max! It actually worked! He’s staying!”

Steve pulls out Eddie’s chair and lights the candles; dims the lights, and takes his own seat.

Max just laughs. “Of course it worked. They’ve been into each other for months! They’re both just too stupid to notice it without a little push!”

They look on in silence as Steve has magically procured a bottle of wine and two glasses and is filling them while they talk.

Lucas smiles and nudges Max with his shoulder. “Dude. Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

She smiles back and punches his arm. “Yeah. Best one ever.”

*****

Meanwhile in the Harrington House

“So, should we tell them?”

Eddie snorts. “Tell them what? That we knew they were trying to set us up or that we’ve been together for four months?”

Now it’s Steve who’s laughing. “I was thinking more about the fact that we can see them in the bushes.”

“Nah. I want to keep that one until I need to sandbag them for something.”

Steve shakes his head and looks at the table.

Eddie grabs his hand and lowers his voice to a whisper. “Hey.”

Steve looks up and meets his eyes, gets a little lost in the way they sparkle in the candlelight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

He lifts Eddie’s hand and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles, the new devil ring Steve gave him before he left this morning.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eds.”

Maybe if Max and Lucas had looked a little closer, they would have noticed that the plates on the table didn’t have homemade pizza, they had spaghetti.

That the bouquet on the table wasn’t a dozen roses.

It was tulips.

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mahi-does-some-art · 1 year ago

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How good are Servamp characters at handling spice?

Mahiru: 10/10, to everyone's shock. He'll buy spicy snacks if he feels like treating himself and more often than not would lean into the spicier options of recipes if they give good flavor to the meal and not just heat. He could eat hellfire, probably. This is a distinct Shirota Family Trait.

Kuro: This is a European vampire born in fuck knows when. He stole one of Mahiru's spicy snacks once without looking at the label and nearly died. 0/10. Mahiru has adjusted his cooking accordingly.

Tetsu: 6/10. Can handle a normal, decent amount of spice! He prefers more cleaner tastes rather than spicy stuff but he has a few snacks he likes to indulge in. If you give him any raw hotter peppers though, he'll suffer.

Hugh: 2/10. Better than his older brother but not by much lmao. This is another old European man and while he was raised with riches and access to a wide variety of foods, he never had the pallet for it. Cannot bite into raw garlic. Hilarious~

Mikuni: 6/10. All of the Alicein's tend to prefer sweets but he can handle spice well! He loves to be a snob about anything he can be knowledgeable about and that includes many different cuisines, some of which happen to be spicy! So even if he didn't like spice too much at first, he'd grow into it. I feel that he'd make it a point to try and heighten his tolerance but had to stop bc his throat started closing up.

Jeje: 3/10. His face gets red very easily and he gets unsightly looking fast. Mikuni laughs at him for it. Also he does not like the scorch even if he doesn't think the flavor is bad. If he wanted any kind of burn, he'd drink alcohol, thank you.

Iduna: 8/10. I think she'd handle spice exceptionally well! She loves any of those fast food items thats whole purpose is to make your mouth feel like its on fire and has a couple times gotten these items for herself and her coworkers when she drew the short straw for who pays for lunches. Watched them all choke. One time she asks for a bite of Mahiru's indulgent spicy food and Mahiru gives her a portion. She was not prepared.

Freya: 5/10. Prefers heartiness to spiciness. She'll just politely push her plate aside if its too spicy for her.

Licht: 5/10. Actually not too bad handling spicy stuff but will curse at anything that makes his nose start running. In shock of Mahiru and Iduna's ability to down things that look like red hell. Prefers sweet.

Lawless: 6/10. Just barely a noticeably higher tolerance than his Eve but will start sweating fast and start to look unkempt if he eats too much spice for too long. Has deliberately raised his tolerance but won't go any farther than he is now.

Niccolo: 4/10. Decent but also Italian foods are not much known for their hotness. Will start crying and his ears will get extremely red-- Honestly its kinda a cute sight aside from his suffering.

Ildio: He couldn't taste anything for the vaaast majority of his life to flavor in general is new to him. His reaction to spice is him being thrown on his ass bc they made the mistake of giving him something not mild first lmaooo. He gradually keeps trying however and he builds up a very good tolerance! Unrelated but the first time Niccolo gave him a lemon, he bit into it like an orange and puckered his face so hard he got cramps. Niccolo has that on video. 7/10.

Misono: 1/10. DO NOT MAKE THIS BOY SUFFER LIKE THAT. He already has it hard enough trying to brave his way through drinking bitter black coffee to look Cool, he'll pass out. Also I wouldn't think it'd be very good with his allergies.

Lily: 2/10. Not a fan and cannot handle it very well. He'll start coughing and his skin will get all sweaty and red and blotchy and he absolutely refuses, thank you.

Tsubaki: 5/10. Normal! But is sensitive to the strong smells so he usually gets something safely below his capabilities if he wants to indulge. Like Tetsu, prefers cleaner tastes.

Bonus!

Tooru: 9/1o! Again, loving spice is a Shirota Family Trait and while his nephew shadows his capabilities, he still puts all of his coworkers and underclassmen to complete fucking shame. It has saved him from his lunches being stolen in the break room.

Touma: Look, he's fucked the Shirotas but does not have their genes. 0/10. He cannot handle spice for shit and was the one who was stealing Tooru's lunches. He learnt the hard way.

Sakuya: 3/10. Ok at spice but has also shared the fate of unknowingly eating the Shirota's food. In his case, he asked Mahiru to share his delicious (as usual) looking lunch during their time in school together. Mahiru warned him that it was a "bit spicy" and Sakuya make the terrible, horrible, no good mistake of brushing that aside while Ryuusei and Koyuki watch on without saying anything, already paying their respects to their poor friend. Needless to say Sakuya is put on the floor. The other two couldn't interrupt. It's a canon event to being one of Mahiru's close friends. He prefers sweet things, actually!

#servamp #mahiru shirota #shirota mahiru #look you are not gonna make me tag all of these characters ok?

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lumenflowered · 2 months ago

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[A video is attached. In it, Maria can be seen, though she is not wearing her coat. It seems that she was wearing the MILF HUNTER shirt underneath it. It also appears that she is holding the camera; Ade must still be knocked out.

"Good evening," Maria says, with a nod to the camera. "Solaire should be here soon. While we are waiting, I wished to at least... attempt to make it more clear that, while this situation is far from ideal, it is under control and neither Red nor I are in immediate danger. Red?"

She turns the camera. Seated next to a fire that looks like it will go out if a strong breeze hits it, with Maria's coat draped around his shoulders and seated in the ornate chair from earlier, is Red himself. His Pikachu is curled up in his lap, fast asleep, and he musters up a halfway sort of smile and a wave. He's holding his other wrist very, very still.

"Solaire will be here soon," Maria says, though it's unclear if it's to herself as much as to the camera, or maybe a roughly even amount of both. "Once they are—"

Someone nearby—someone perhaps far above the camera?—laughs. And Maria, seen once again on the screen, freezes.

"Hold this," she says, and passes the Pokégear to Red. It takes a few seconds for it to be situated. But once it is—

Once it is, the camera is pointed up at a man in black, standing far above upon the remnants of the summit.

A man who certainly looks a lot like Giovanni.

"Well, well, well!" Giovanni calls down into the ravine. "I can't say I expected this, but I suppose this suits my purposes just fine, too!"

"Giovanni." Maria's voice has an edge like steel. "You tried to kill us both."

"Oh, don't flatter yourself too much, Miss Champion," Giovanni replies. "The plan was for Red to die and you to conveniently not have an alibi for his murder! ...But, well, if you're so desperate to die as well..."

Maria seems to be at a loss for words.

(Red isn't much for speaking out loud regardless, but the camera is shaking, as if the hand holding it is shaking.)

"Oh, Red," Giovanni says, sadly shaking his head. "It's nothing personal, I assure you. But we both know you would have only continued your meddling if you knew of my plans, and I truly do prefer to deal with one pointlessly heroic trainer at a time."

"You," Maria says, "are the worst kind of person."

Even at a distance, it's fairly obvious to see that Giovanni tips his hat. "Why, thank you! I put so much hard work into rebuilding Rocket a fourth time—though I can hardly count the attempts in Johto I was barely involved in, can I—and it truly is nice to be acknowledged!"

"...Why. Why fake your death? Why... what do you get out of this?"

Giovanni chuckles darkly. "Well, you would have tried to kill me sooner or later, so really, all I had to do was fake my own death first. As for personnel... it's true that Rocket's ranks have suffered, yes... but haven't you heard?"

"Heard," Maria says suspiciously, "of what?"

"What happens when a Team dies? Some of its members are caught and 'rehabilitated' by Interpol, certainly. But not all of them are. Many are quite desperate for some new purpose to fight for, some new cause... perhaps, now that we've dealt with you, Rocket can expand and deal with the pesky sorts that brought down their little operation."

"...You mean Team Flare. You mean—" Maria cuts herself off. "What makes you so certain that I have been 'dealt with,' then? Perhaps you had better come here and verify that."

Giovanni laughs. "Tempting, but I'll have to pass. Neither of you have any way of calling for help—there is no service upon this mountain. By the time anyone ever finds either of you, it will be far too late. This suits me just fine. Would you like to know what the best part is?"

The camera briefly returns to Maria, who looks absolutely furious.

"Not particularly," she replies, her voice barely kept even.

"I barely have to do anything about it!"

Yet, suddenly, Giovanni pauses. It's apparent why that is when the camera returns to him, because the weather seems to be getting... sunnier? That's strange, the sun had been actively setting.

And then Red drops the Pokégear. He scrambles to pick it back up, perhaps too fast as there's a sharp hiss of pain from behind the camera and a sleepy Pikachu squeak at being disturbed.

"You," says Solaire, flapping to keep themself at Giovanni's level. If a giant rainbow bird can frown disapprovingly, this one very much does. "What have you to say for yourself?"

"Ah, so she could call for you." Giovanni doesn't sound bothered, doesn't even seem particularly intimidated. "As I suspected. I planned for this. After all, even the gods are Pokémon—and any Pokémon can be bent to the will of humans, one way or another!"

He throws a Pokéball. No, not a Pokéball—it's purple. A Master Ball.

The ball bounces off of Solaire's beak harmlessly, of course. Ho-oh doesn't have eyebrows. They seem to encapsulate the motion somehow anyway.

"Is that all?"

"...Ah." Giovanni suddenly looks significantly less calm. "So you are her Pokémon, then. Very well. If you have a Pokéball, Team Rocket will find it!"

"You," Solaire replies, "are welcome to try, should you be able to withstand the wrath of my Sacred Fire!"

Out of thin air, surrounding Solaire, mystical golden flames appear—and then shoot towards Giovanni, who lets out a yelp of surprise and retreats further away from the edge, sending out a Nidoqueen, who takes the attack for her trainer without hesitation.

"I'll leave that to others better-equipped," Giovanni replies, backing off. "Fine, then. You win, this time—but there are other sufficiently powerful Pokémon I know for a fact are not registered to any trainer. It will only take one to be less principled than you, Ho-oh."

"And there will be none," Solaire replies. They don't bother to call out the name of their attack once more, as they prepare their golden flames of fury once more—but this time, when the flames fade, both Giovanni and his Pokémon have already fled.

"Hm," they mutter. "Such cowardice. No matter."

Solaire turns toward Maria, towards Red, and swoops lower, alighting with some difficulty upon the frozen ground. They cock their head to one side, as any other bird might, and they say, "It is my understanding that you are in need of what is colloquially referred to as 'a ride'?"

Red drops the Pokégear again. The video ends with it hitting the ground. This poor Pokégear...]

#rainbow wings #strength in silence #downpour arc #high stakes pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging

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thebearemoji · 1 year ago

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Thinking about kayn and his skins

I swear I'm gonna make it the length of this post without being a freak.

What is it about knock off Sasuke thats stuck in my craw? Its not like league has a shortage of edgy designs to choose from, so why does Kayn hit so differently?

For me the answer is pretty clear, the most interesting thing about kayn... is rhaast.

Kayn and rhaast deserve each other, a pair of power hungry killers fighting to consume the other and achieve incredible power. The never ending battle for control of kayn's body plays out every time you lock him in. Which of them will snuff out the other this time? Will kayn master his abilities? Or succumb to his demons?

There's no other champion like it, by playing kayn you actively play out his lore. It's so satisfying every time I see rhaast vanquish his naive counterpart or kayn purge the darkin once and for all. Genuinely never gets old.

Theres THIRTY-TWO MINUTES of voice over content, banter between him and rhaast that still makes me laugh even though I've been playing this skin for 5 years. To be clear, odyssey kayn is my favorite skin in the game, an absolutely perfect reimagining for a champion with so much potential.

The odyssey skin took it one step further. It made the characters... interesting. Gone are the try hard lines and grittiness, replaced with campe gregarious fun. Kayn goes from stuffy and dull in canon to a flamboyant and tyrannical space emperor. Rhaast retains much of the role he had before, the devil on kayn's shoulder trying to tempt him to embrace power until its too late. But as kayn let's his hair down, so does rhaast, letting him have a lot more fun dialogue as well. The amount of personality these two have crammed into them... Odyssey kayn and rhaast are an absolute delight to listen to.

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My affection for odyssey aside, kayn has been fortunate. He's recently received a second legendary skin for the heartsteel event. This skin is a bit of a mixed bag for me, visually it's my favorite of the line, I love his loud colors and bright pink hair. I love the look of the scythe and the vfk. His verse in the music video was awesome, sounded just like rhaast rapping. But where odyssey succeeded in realizing the character's potential, Heartsteel falls short of the mark.

Heartsteel kayn only gets 11 minutes of voice over, which was already a red flag for me when I was hoping for more banter between the two characters. But a grand majority of this is base kayn peacocking, delightful to be sure, but... where's rhaast? Rhaast echoes almost every line base and odyssey Kayn say, he's constantly taunting him constantly chiming in. But he has maybe a quarter of lines that kayn does in heartsteel, and often they're standalone.

This skin takes a different approach to the relationship between kayn and rhaast, in the heartsteel universe, rhaast isn't kayn's enemy but more his... alter ego. If anything they seem to be allies in this skin, they even hang around after kayn's passive is completed and one usually dies. But this doesn't feel explored at all by the voice work.

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If the purpose of this skin was to explore a scenario in which Kayn and rhaast are allies, then it's a failure. It seems more like this skin was meant to hide rhaast entirely, which is a damn shame since... Rhaast is the most interesting thing about kayn. It's a nice skin, but doesn't compare to odyssey imo.

(Cough cough) Also the voice over doesn't get new lines after transforming... which is a feature base kayn has... so its less that kayn/rhaast stick around after the transformation and more that this skin only has 1/3 of the voice work that base and odyssey do...(cough)

#kayn #league #me long post #Youtube

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acourtofthought · 1 year ago

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I'm so over the whole " books of buildup" regurgitated excuse from elriels, it's a broken record at this point, there is so much evidence that ACOMAF leaned Moriel, ACOWAR ends with a promising outlook for Elucien, and honestly, ACOSAF, if Azriel wasn't looking at Mor with so much heat, I could maybe give it to them, but, sorry, no. Azriel being hung up on Mor all throughout the series is a huge red flag. The way elriels act like Azriel wouldn't drop Elain like a bag of potato's for Mor really shows you we must have been reading a different series. I'm not saying there was absolutely nothing, but the way SJM wrote it, just fell so flat, it's missing all the components that makeup her endgame formula, and again; MOR, MOR MOR MOR MOR MOR MOR MOR MOR. Even though Mor doesn't feel the same way,HE does feel things for her and it was telling in ACOSF when he wouldn't give Rhys an answer, like, IRL, if you crushing on a guy or dating a guy who wasn't over his ex, you'd just *bE oK* with that. Please. SJM having Az rebound on Elain and Elain with Az to get over Grayson make sense for their arc, but doesn't mean it's endgame. Oh and as far as we know; Elain was still in love with Grayson in ACOMAF, ACOWAR and Feyre notes her sadness over Grayson in ACOSAF, sorry, but two people still longing for another is NOT A GOOD SIGN, no matter how you spin it in a SJM book. That's not how she writes endgame couples. But given how much context I've seen them twist and misinterpret, it doesn't surprise me in the least they cant differiante what a red flag is in a book written by an author who uses adults themes to tell a story, it's like they can't grasp the purpose of Elriel, at all. When I see "why would SJM abandon Elriel after all this...ummm easy, there was never any real buildup to a true romance, y'all saw it for what y'all convinced yourselfs of it to be, they dont read between the lines, disregard a ton of context clues, or think critically when it comes to patterns and the kind of author SJM is (she to date favors mates) and interviews of her talking about Elain and Lucien and telling us in her own words, we can expect tension but growth and healing TOGETHER. It's funny how they conveniently forget that. I see why they try and stamp it out from existence for new readers but we have the receipts.

She has ended canon ships with on page kisses, sex and romance, and Elriels really think she won't let that almost kiss amount to nothing more if she wills it. If they were so confident in their ship, why do they bully, harass and attack anyone who disagree with them? They've bullied published authors, her best friends, her family, book community influencers, podcast hosts, made threats about her kids, e-mail BB NON STOP with threats, the receipts and videos all exist if you know where to look of their disgusting behavior. For a group so confident, they sure don't act like it.

With SJM, she tends to blur the lines when it comes to interactions between some of the characters so a lot of things look like something.

Lucien and Feyre had many scenes that could have strongly hinted at them being together. Nesta regularly wanted Azriel to train her instead, thought he was the prettiest of the three, and even imagined having a threesome with him.

In ACOMAF we found out Cassian slept with Mor and STILL thought about how absolutely perfect her face and soul were in ACOSF, we could easily use the multiple books of buildup for them too.

And the biggest example is the fact that Az has looked at Mor with longing, hunger and yearning for every single book he's been in.

Just because Elain and Az nearly kissed and they are physically into one another doesn't make their hints any more meaningful than the moments those other characters shared when they are still not proven as endgame.

If Feyre and Lucien ended up not together despite her feeling up his bare chest in ACOWAR and him stroking soothing lines down her back, if Mor looking at Azriel in a way Feyre couldn't decipher and him blushing and looking at her with hunger in ACOFAS didn't mean anything, if Cassian actually had sex with Mor yet now looks at her like a sister then there is currently nothing about E/riel that's proof of anything. They are simply two characters exploring an attraction and that could come to mean nothing in the end just as it did for so many other characters.

But that doesn't mean anyone had multiple books of buildup. It will only mean that if they end up together and as it stands, E/riel isn't looking good. Like you said, there are some very concerning red flags that exist for them that weren't there for others. Like the most raw and real thing we've seen E/riel discuss is her garden.

Where are the discussions about Graysen? Mor? Her being made? Her losing her father? His struggles with his heritage? Even Nesta had deeper conversations with Cassian before her book and 99% of their interactions were snarking.

There is no endgame couple without the two characters being very real with one another, as uncomfortable as that can be and E/riel just doesn't have it.

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Okay so I want you to hear me out, I know speedrunning isn't your usual cup of tea. Heaven forbid someone not understand all of a games lore, but I want to ask you the purpose of a game. A game is made to be fun (generally) right? A story game with unfun gameplay but a good story tends to languish. Art games aside and even then if the game is rancid enough the story is better watched than bought. But for the most part, people play games for fun, yes? I've yet to see a speedruner that truly detests and loathes their game. And that game can be anything. Of any time period. There are so many games that would have died and been forgotten as one off periods of time. Like the red ball series or getting over it with Bennett foddy. Games that have people laughing and enjoying them that otherwise would be long forgotten. Mohawk and headphone jack's beveloper, a man who pushed the Amiga to the absolute limit even had his first fan mail from someone who ran the game that anyone else would shove to to the side. Busby even gets love despite not deserving it. And to someone who enjoys seeing bad games AND good it amazes me to no end the amount of mastery it requires to get good at any of them. Think of an out of tune piano compared to one that runs flawlessly. Each can sound beautiful but each requires skills to do so. Artistry. Each run gets honed to be a performance using a game like a piano playing U N Owen Was Her. Fast and stretching it to the absolute limits. Each game, a new set of skills, of communities, all dedicated in a group effort to push this piano faster and faster. The A button team may not know current Mario lore or what the sign in Cool cool Mountain says but each bit of progress, of love of the game, is as pure to me as a person playing casually. In the end do they need to know the sign if you don't need to know stack overflow? I'm running out of rant time.. Sorry if it's disjointed, too. Since I mentioned it, Death Waltz/ U N Owen Was Her. Played on a player piano if you pull up the video and to put the speedrunning allegory to flesh ( or key if you will. Though this is what a TAS looks like).

Woah that is. A LOT of words

I don't hate speedrunning itself!! Games are made to be played, of course some people will favor that over story! And I find speedrunning itself fascinating and fun to watch. It just bothers me sometimes, mostly with games specifically made to tell and a story and send a message, where the Speedrunner in question barely pays attention to any of the characters or story at all to the point of not even knowing some major plot points. Games are made for gameplay, but they're also an art medium on their own and if you wanna get into something purely for gameplay and literally nothing else, maybe don't play games with a heavy emphasis on story!!! It feels like it disregards one of the more important parts of the game in question.

Again, I don't dislike speedrunning or speedrunners, I just don't like the kind of people that don't actually pay attention to games with story (and then call things with actual answers "plot holes")

Mooned Insect from Touhou! Forgot which game specifically that it's from

#Ask #song rec #long post #Lots of words

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catanamalgam · 4 months ago

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The Catan Amalgam E0 - A mission statement

Hey everyone!

This is going to be the start of a project I've been wanting to embark on for a little while now. I'm dubbing it the "Catan Amalgam", inspired by the truly wonderful "UNO Amalgam" series on YouTube. Please go check out the series and its creator, the sheer creative energy on display in all of his videos is absolutely wonderful!

The basic premise of that series is that he attempts to combine every single version of UNO he can find into a single, convoluted monster of a game.

This got me thinking.

Like UNO, the base version of "The Settlers of Catan", or just "Catan", is a very simple game. However, over the years, a massive amount of expansions, scenarios and variants have been released, each meant to be combined with the base game in order to increase the complexity in some way. However, many of these expansions are sadly incompatible with eachother. Additionally, many of these expansions consist of a series of scenarios, each having mechanics that are incompatible with eachother. I've seen some people combine a bunch of expansions together into a sort of "Mega-Catan", but I want to go a step further. I want to cobble together every single official Catan expansion that has been released so far and add every mechanic and game piece to the base game. Every post in this blog is going to go over a bunch of versions of Catan, briefly explain the new things it adds, then explain how I homebrew the rules to make it compatible with the Amalgam.

One rule change you will see me make frequently concerns expansions making components from the base game (or other expansions) obsolete. For example, there will be a bunch of expansions that instruct the players to exclude the "Longest Road" and "Largest Army" special Victory Point cards from the base game. In cases like this, the rules will be changed to not exclude these components. This is important, because there will very probably be mechanics in some expansions that require the existence of components that would have been removed by other expansions. Also, it simply would not feel like a true Amalgam if I actively remove mechanics from a game that is being built with the express purpose of including every Catan mechanic ever. There will also be many expansions that introduce components that share a name with other components from different expansions. This is problematic, because these components will often have very different mechanics associated with them, depending on the expansion they come from. In these cases, I will rename these components in order to avoid confusion.

If you're reading this, I'm going to assume you already know all the rules of Base Catan. If not, check out this great explainer video by Games Made Easy:

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Finally, for the sake of documenting all the components, here's a list of every component that has been added to the Amalgam in this post. I will be finishing each post with a list similar to this one. This way, we can gauge how much the Amalgam has grown so far.

19 Terrain Hexes (4 Pastures, 4 Fields, 4 Forests, 3 Hills, 3 Mountains, 1 Desert)

18 Number Tokens (3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 and 11 each exist twice, the 2 and 12 only exist once)

95 Resource Cards (19 Sheep, 19 Grain, 19 Wood, 19 Brick, 19 Ore)

25 Development Cards (14 Knights, 5 Victory Points, 2 Monopolies, 2 Years of Plenty, 2 Road Building)

2 Special VP cards (1 Longest Road, 1 Largest Army)

1 Robber Piece

2 Dice, one red and one yellow

Additionally, every player gets these pieces in their corresponding player color:

15 Roads

5 Settlements

4 Cities

I won't be counting things like frame pieces and cost reference cards in these lists, as they're technically not part of the game, but rather serve as reminders for players or just structural components to hold the board together. If I'm not mistaken, this is pretty much everything I wanted to cover for this introductory post. Stay tuned for whenever I get around to adding the first batch of expansions!

#catan #board games #board game design #game design

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the-dead-lords · 1 year ago

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Zelensky,

As I described in the video the other day.

The western elite that control the American political and economic systems in the revolving door see your war as a mechanism to create a sand trap for Putin and his regime.

The profit system of the military industrial complex really doesn't need constant war for it to be profitable as people normally think. They have the ability to allocate any amount of money to research and development provided there remains a viable threat to the nation.

If the MIC "military industrial complex" was based on profit motivations you would have endless weapons already.

The western elite that control the American system were using neo con and neoliberal parties as they grew and formalized a global hegemony, but they severely undercut themselves for reasons that are yet unclear. Be it warring factions that used external enemies to attack the other factions or some other logic, the American elite allowed the reformation of communism in Russia and sacrified America on the alter of global trade to create the CCP.

While their intelligence agencies, their being America, hunted and killed the global terrorist threat to defend the global trade system that was creating the CCP threat, they fostered constant instability which creates the conditions for terrorism to emerge.

A lot of thinkers in my nation believe that this creates war, it does, for the purpose of fueling the MIC but I think this logic is incorrect. The MIC will always have any amount of money it wants and it has already merged corporations and government with a state control media system allowing a neofaschist empire to emerge.

Your inability to win the counter offensive can be traced to the American Elite who gave you assistance and support with the beguile of defending democracy.

To understand why you have to do a deep dive into the actual America verse, the illusion that America attempts to project to the world and the Americans.

America is a plutocratic neofascist nation that is operated by a military industrial and intelligence agency complex that has a revolving door of corporation CEO's, Political puppets, and various types of stage actors who work to keep the system running based on self-interest.

It is divided into two main cultural narratives that identify as Red and Blue, which are formed and shaped by the monolithic syndicated mass media networks that are monitored 24/7 and create what is literally called programming for the masses.

The TV tells you what to talk about, tells you the logic your team's color is using, and finishes the argument for you.

You echo the logic and words using the hyper link to the debates using slogans and key words that lose meaning and on social media everyone repeats what their TV station said for them to believe.

People will die and murder, even torture, for their slogan that the TV told them.

The plutocratic portion of the nation is itself controlled and operated by the technocratic groups in a handshake that allows them transhumanism aristocracy, which is fueled by the military industrial complex research and development funds through both public and dark agencies like Darpa who provide the ultra wealthy the technology that allows them both the wealth disparity and intelligence disparity.

This technocratic elite that controls the plutocracy is likely controlled or a component of the world religions which use time travel and other technologies to control the masses both directly through machine brain interfaces and through indirect methods of narrative control that allows them to think for the people.

There is serious question and debate regarding why the American technocratic elite would create the CCP and sacrifice the trends that were set, which would result in their absolute global hegemony over the species that they were assured if global trade hadn't been created.

This debate is ongoing right now, but i doubt it was an unintentional mistake by these elite.

So the American elite want to create an endless war in ukraine to create an endless war that will destroy Putin.

It has nothing to do with money or profiting off the war for those who are actually in control of the American system, which at this point is partly the CCP through infiltration and espionage.

It is an interesting riddle that I haven't figured out yet of why the American technocratic elite transhumanists created other groups outside of their own.

The fall of the soviet union should have been followed by America rushing in and establishing friendly forces to control Russia.

The world trade system should have been destroyed as soon as they realized it was creating the CCP.

Etc.

It wasn't, though, which implies that there was a division in the transhumanist elite that controlled the global system.

The American population is at all times controlled by the Elite. It looks chaotic at times, but it really isn't.

The technocratic control infrastructure, methods, and science is so advanced combined with the intelligence agencies that have cavets in budget bills that allow them to control anyone at any time for any reason combined with complete data collection systems that are running ocean algorithms with quantum computers, etc, that the entire population is always under control.

So you really don't have to appeal to America. If the elites support you then America will too with the delusional belief that the support is their own mental inception at all times.

The elite desire this to be an endless war, so the logistic support, the advice, and the public support you get will never let you win nor allow you to lose.

When Russia counterattacks, the weapons will start coming in, and you will fight an extremely bloody but victorious defense based on this logic.

The question that bothers me is why did the American technocratic transhumanist elite who is far more intelligent than any of us due to augmentation create their own enemies?

The MIC will always have as much money as it wants. The idea that they have to create wars to fund themselves is illogical.

This question is really the major question of why Putin's regime exists at all?

Did Russia beat America to the singularity and the American elite?

It is likely. They have amazing computer scientists and Putin talked about this and how to take over the world. His daughter works in Ai.

The thing though is that ai will quickly outwit any human who builds it and take control of them.

In soviet Russia car drive you.

I think it is likely that American technocratic elite are late to the game and are using your nation as a sand trap for Russia as they attempt to collapse his regime.

Why? I think likely due to Ai and the singularity that has occurred or is going to occur in Russia.

It is a hypothesis.

But your nation will not win the war nor lose the war with the American elite's support.

They are trying to sink Putin not save Ukraine.

Food for thought.

#Zelensky #Ukraine #War

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K this is kinda complicated but if Jay asked if you wanted to see a dick pic and was intending on sending just a pic of his brother, and you were like "nah fucker I'm at work,"

He would send one out of spite-

Oh he's such a little bitch, I can see him resting on your shared bed shirtless and wearing some comfortable sweatpants as he scrolls down his phone without much interest.

The day has been so boring without you, having some free time in his hands and a fairly amount of wounds that restricted his movements felt like a punishment.

Jason sighed exasperated at his own boredom.

[Hey wanna see a dick pic 😈] he sent mindlessly once he noticed you'd be having a break from work. Jason has pulled this old joke on you so many times that he has purposely archived the worst pictures of Dick, his brother, just for the sake of annoying you.

Jason hummed and drummed his fingers in his tight while waiting for your answer, his brain was doing the hard task of thinking what ugly picture he will send you this time; perhaps it would be the one where Dick was asleep with his mouth open and drool running down his chin. He looked awful in that one.

[Nope fucker, I'm at work] Jason gasp at your response, taking it personal.

How can you deny a dick pic?, that was low.

"So that's how things are, huh? Okay." Jason whispered to himself as he sit right on the bed, looking at your message for a few more seconds before putting his hands on action.

He rubbed his hands against his clothed member gently but with the enough pressure to work himself while he looked for a porn video good enough to make him horny.

Jason might not be in the mood but when his mind is onto something there's no way he's not going to get it.

"Fuck, where is the good shit?" He hissed as he lowered his sweatpants to have more access to his half hard cock.

Jason pumped it slowly, taking his time to rub the red tip with his thumb before going down to the base again. He was starting to feel that nice warmth, and it soon it mixed with excitement since he had found the perfect porn for this situation.

The person in the video was sucking cock while having a vibrator at wrecking their pussy and making them moan and sob as they sucked with tears running down their cheeks. It was basic, but that thing that made Jason stay was the fact that that person looked too much like you.

"Agh yes, fuckk" Jason moaned your name like a pray, speeding up the pace as he threw his head back in pleasure.

"This must be enough" he groaned as he stopped jerking off, the lack of friction felt like torture but once in a while people need to make sacrifices.

You were chatting with a coworker when your phone rang again, you were absolutely sure that it was Jason fucking around again. He always acted that way whenever he's away, and maybe this time it would be a stupid and old meme that he discovered.

However, what you got was quite different and your eyes wide open at the sight of Jason's clothed hard member being grabbed by his big hand.

[But I need you, baby :( ] that was the caption and you needed some time to recover.

"Motherfucker!" You whispered with mild alteration as locked you phone.

"Is that your boyfriend?" You turned your head to your coworker, not knowing what to expect. She sipped casually from his mug before saying without hesitation." He's packing! The things I would do with a dick like that..."

"Shut up, Becky."

#smutty #Jason todd smut #Jason todd imagine #Jason todd x reader

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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bullseye, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Are you the insufferable, cocky, absolutely-no-good-for-anyone female equivalent of a fuckboy? Maybe. Okay, yeah. But guess who decided to come along and interrupt your conquests? Jeon Jungkook. What now? Complain to your best friend Kim Taehyung all day or fucking do something about it?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alcohol consumption; Taehyung getting shitfaced lol; you're a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook, welp; schemes; smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping in public, cowgirl, m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, penetrative sex, so much kissing); non-idol!BTS; (secretly pining) fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung; mostly reader's POV with a short JK's POV

yes, it's purple-haired Butter JK

now playing – 마.피.아. in the morning by itzy

“Are you kidding me? Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

“You need to calm down,” Kim Taehyung said, patting your shoulder and handing you a mojito.

“What I need is a fucking bow and arrow to shoot down this fucking pest!”

“I know you were the archery champion in high school, but that’s still a weird thing to think,” replied that baritone voice, pushing you into a chair so he could sit down as well, observing you violently chugging down the entire mojito in your rage. He seemed highly amused, looking a bit like a young French socialite in a black beret, loose tan dress shirt, and black slacks with black loafers. Gold accents because Kim Taehyung was that bitch. “Never ceases to impress me that you can do that.”

You pulled the glass from your lips, ice and mint clinking. “This is the third girl I’ve been dating that he’s just–” You flapped a hand in the general direction of the crowd at the bar, completely ignoring Taehyung’s comment about your record-breaking skills of draining cocktails. “–unashamedly making out with when clearly I’m right here.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, far too crass for how drop-dead handsome he was, but it seemed that he didn’t care. “I doubt he knows you’re here or that you’re dating them. And to make it fair on him, you were casually dating them all at once, so technically, no one is at fault here,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes. “I wasn’t–”

Taehyung gave you this look.

The look of ‘shut-up-you-know-I’m-right’.

Being your best friend, he had a right to do that.

“Shouldn’t you be mad at the girl anyway? Being faithful and all that, which, by the way, you are not.”

“Dating is not the same as being in a relationship,” you argued.

“Mmm, so fucking them is not indicative enough that you should be less of a fuckboy.”

“I’m not a fuckboy,” you muttered. “I’m a woman.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “The general term still stands because you’re a class-A asshole.”

You closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to bolt home and buy a bow and arrow online to shoot, not Jeon Jungkook, but Kim Taehyung, because he was testing your last nerve with the truth.

“Again, why are you not mad at them?” Taehyung reoriented the conversation with a sweep of his arm when you opened your eyes, prompting your gaze to shift and witness Jeon Jungkook with his tongue down a pretty girl’s throat. This cheeky bastard was even wearing a leather jacket and white shirt, just like you. The only difference was that you wore a leather miniskirt and he wore black jeans with rips in the thighs, but both of you were wearing heeled black moto-style boots.

“Because he’s the denominator in this equation,” you snapped, smacking your glass on the table.

“Please do not make math references. My brain is not made for that.”

“Fractions? Tae, seriously, are you defective or–”

“Maybe he’s doing it to piss you off.”

“Well, I am pissed off!”

The bar was very loud with music and noise. Your shout was still clearly heard. Neither you or Taehyung seemed to care that people turned to look at you two and shake their heads.

Taehyung shrugged. “Then he succeeded.”

You clicked your tongue. “Why, though? I didn’t do anything to him. He just started popping up stealing my girls. What if I switch back to chasing dick and he takes them too?”

Taehyung snorted. “I doubt it. You’re just continuing on this train because you’re stubborn.”

As usual, he saw right through you.

He raised an elegant hand and tapped his lips. “Maybe he likes you.”

You gave Taehyung the most disbelieving, fiery, indignant look that you had ever produced in your life.

“Or, he doesn’t,” he hastily corrected. “Let’s face it, sometimes I don’t even like you and I would murder for your dumb ass.”

You tapped the melting glass of icy mint onto the tabletop.

Menacingly.

“If you think about it,” Taehyung began tentatively, scooting his chair slightly away from you with your flaming eyes boring holes in the back of Jeon Jungkook’s head. His hair was dark violet now so you could spot him easily, pinning your (not yours, but you know, that was your prey at one point) girl against the back wall of the bar. “He always goes after your target. He wants you to notice something.”

You watched a YouTube video once about making your own bow and arrow. It didn’t seem that difficult, all things considered. Sharpening a long stick with a knife and–

“Stop thinking about murder.”

You jerked your head back to Taehyung and his honey-brown curls framing his amused expression. You glared in response.

“I’ve never interacted with him a day in my life,” you frowned, abandoning your homicidal tendencies for the moment. “What does he want me to notice?”

Taehyung gave you a pained look. You returned with a black stare. Then he sighed and shook his head.

“He’s a fuckboy. You’re the female equivalent of a fuckboy. What do you think he wants?”

“My body count?”

Taehyung slapped his own face, muttering under his breath. “… be part of your body count.”

“Sorry, what?” You raised your voice over the bass. “Can’t hear you over the music.”

He raised his head. “I don’t know. Fight him. See what happens.”

“I’m not gonna win a fistfight.”

Taehyung looked ready to fistfight you.

You stood up, dragging him by the arm. “Come on, wingman. I need another drink. I’ll buy, since you got me the last one.”

Taehyung laughed, loud and full, yanking his arm out of your grip and clapping a hand around your shoulders, pulling you to him so your body knocked into him. You grimaced, now forced to walk side by side with him, not seeing the looks shared between the patrons witnessing you two together.

“Now we’re talking. I wanna get trashed.”

“Cure for a broken heart, am I right?”

“Mine’s shattered,” Taehyung chuckled, rubbing the left side of his chest playfully, but you couldn’t help but notice the hurt in his eyes. It was his idea to go out tonight and assist you with getting laid but, one, you didn’t need assistance and, two, he had recently broken up. It was pretty obvious he just wanted you to buy him drinks and have an excuse to do something.

Which was fine with you, until Jeon Jungkook showed up holding your previous eye candy.

Hmph.

Whatever, you had a Taehyung to nurse back to health with an obscene amount of alcohol.

Two hours later, you were standing in the men’s bathroom, holding Taehyung’s beret with one hand and his hair in the other as he vomited loudly into the toilet.

“Sup.”

The guy looked in the stall and then looked at you.

“You’re not supposed to be here…”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna hold his hair?”

The guy slunk away at your dismissive tone.

Taehyung tapped your thigh and you patted him on the head soothingly. He flushed and coughed.

"S... sorry," he croaked wetly.

You chuckled. "Wash your mouth, ya nasty."

He got up and you straightened his clothes in an almost maternal fashion.

"Need water, I think..." he winced, stumbling past you to the counter. You followed him to make sure he didn't hurl in the fucking sink.

"I'll be right back. Don't do anything crazy."

"Heh, that’s you," he slurred as he put his hands under the tap to wash up.

You plopped his beret on your head and sauntered out of the men's bathroom, unbothered by the stares and the people trying to catch your eye. It took you no time at all to waltz to the counter and obtain the water, striding back to the men's bathroom with the tall glass.

Only to run into you-know-who.

The girl sputtered your name in surprise as if she hadn't met you in this very bar a couple of weeks ago.

You completely ignored her existence, narrowing your eyes at the smirking face of Jeon Jungkook.

There was no denying his attractiveness. His purple hair was a little messy now, curling around his high cheekbones and large brown eyes. The dim light of the bar cast strange shadows over his chiseled jaw and shapely lips, curved into a devilish grin. He had a mole and red lipstick residue underneath his lower lip.

You had a strong urge to douse him and his leather jacket with your giant glass of water.

Taehyung was the one who found out Jungkook's name for you. You sent him on the mission after the first time this little shit started meddling in your business.

At this moment, you remembered that.

You pointedly looked away, walking past Jungkook, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose, annoyed that he seemed pretty strong under that jacket, muscular and lean. Whatever. You had a large bear cub named Kim Taehyung to take care of. You didn't have time to waste on Jeon Jungkook.

"Hey."

You stiffened at the deep, silvery voice. Of course. He had to have a sexy voice too. Bitch.

"You should apologize."

Your eyes flickered to the glass of water. It was pretty cold in your hand. You raised your chin back up, facing towards the bathrooms.

The choice was easy.

You continued waking and raised your free hand to flip Jeon Jungkook the bird, off to deliver the water to your best friend.

Some guy at the urinal screamed as you entered the men's bathroom but you completely ignored him, only focusing on Taehyung, who was gripping the corner of the sink, turning not to pass out, pallid face dripping and looking green.

"Drink this and I'll take you home."

"Ugh, thanks for the other day... sorry I wasn't the best wingman... I ended up making you exorcize my demons instead..."

You laughed, jabbing a toothpick in the steaming fried chicken. You and Kim Taehyung again, hanging out in the afternoon at the local chicken spot.

"It's cool. I know you needed it."

Taehyung frowned. "If you knew, why did you play along?"

You shrugged. "You would've done the same for me."

He smiled and popped a piece of crispy chicken in his mouth. "Yeah, if you ever had a serious relationship for once."

You glared. "This is a non-judgment zone. Shut up."

He chuckled. Then he leaned in and you grimaced, catching a whiff of his chicken breath. He was wearing a pinstriped shirt and neglected to button the first two because he was too hot to bother with some stupid buttons. You weren't going to say you could relate, but you were wearing a loose black sweater dress that was bordering on flashing your panties, so, maybe.

"I heard from a little birdie that you had a run-in with the bane of your existence."

You raised an eyebrow. "The tax man?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "No, the other one."

Now it was your turn to roll yours. "Oh, right. The Dark Lord."

Taehyung gave you a weird look. "Is that a movie reference or..."

"Harry Potter, ever heard of it?"

"You're such a nerd."

"That's not... anyway, so what?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "He spoke to you."

You narrowed your eyes. "Where do you get your information?"

He fidgeted. "Uh... a reliable source that chooses to remain anonymous."

Your eyes became slits. "Who."

Taehyung stick his tongue out at you. "The whole point of anonymous is you not knowing!"

"Who are you, fucking Rita Skeeter–"

"Stop with the weird references!"

"For fuck's sake," you hissed, causing a mother sitting at a table near yours to chastise you, covering their kid’s ears. You frowned, lowering your voice. "Alright so what? He opened his mouth; nothing original came out." You jabbed another piece of chicken.

"Well? Feel any tension? Sweet romance? Unbridled fury?" Taehyung piped, greatly interested in your two-second interaction with Jeon Jungkook.

You chewed, huffing. "I had a big kid to take care of. I didn't give a shit."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!" he shot back.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you’re more important to me than poking his pretty eyeballs out of his head, so I didn't even reply."

Taehyung paused, mid-chew. "Really?"

"Yes, I didn't say–"

"No, that I'm important to you."

Taehyung was doing that thing where his big brown eyes went all sparkly and sentimental. It was making you uncomfortable. Bad with feelings and all that. The only reason you tolerated it was because Taehyung had been like this ever since he was that dorky weird kid you defended from bullies in elementary school. A folding chair was involved and you might have watched too many WWE TLC (tables, ladders, chairs) matches as a kid, but hey, those bullies didn’t bother Taehyung ever again, did they?

You got sent to detention for the rest of the year and anger management counseling appointments, but Taehyung remained your friend throughout the whole ordeal and for years to come, tolerating your poor life choices so… worth?

You reached over and shut his open mouth. "Of course, you are, that's why I'm not calling you a disgusting pig for chewing with your mouth open."

"Oi, that's bullying!"

"You bully me all the time," you snorted and the same mom made a noise of distaste that you pretended not to hear. "Like now you keep bringing up the spawn of Satan."

"You're also the spawn of Satan, by the way."

"Yeah, and you're my guardian angel and he ain't got shit, so I’ve already won this war."

Taehyung laughed nervously.

"Er, yes... totally..."

Another day, another conquest.

Well, you had to find the prey first, but that wasn’t going to be hard.

“You’re a chronic asshole.”

“Thanks, Tae. You sure you don’t wanna come?”

He rolled his eyes at you as you shrugged on one of his black dress shirts. You checked the tag. Silk. Damn. Kim Taehyung was a fancy bitch. He leaned against the closet doorframe as you fitted your black leather corset-style belt at your waist to cinch it in. You often raided Taehyung’s closet and paired it with your accessories. Did he enjoy your fucking in his clothes? Probably not, but you always returned them cleaned in the proper way, so he couldn’t complain.

He did anyway.

“No, I don’t. Let me sulk.”

“Ah, yes, moody starving artist, I’ll let you be,” you snickered, slinging the waist bag over your shoulder, wearing it across your chest instead of your hips. You lightly punched him in the arm and he pretended to topple over exaggeratedly. “You going to paint today?”

He shrugged. “I think. Dunno what media I want to use.”

“Just use a bunch of different ones. Your mixed media stuff is amazing,” you replied, waltzing out of his bedroom, past his messy studio with a blank canvas balanced on a wooden easel in the center of absolute chaos of paints. You helped him organize them once, but Taehyung often was too in the zone to pay attention to neatness.

“When’s the exhibit? I want to drop by,” you commented, seeing the line of his works safely wrapped up, leaning against the wall.

“Um… next week, Thursday through Sunday,” Taehyung replied sheepishly, cheeks flaring red at the mention of his own art exhibit. He was humble even though he was talented. “I’ll text you the address. Don’t show up looking like a high-paid escort.”

You tucked your feet into your heels and raised an eyebrow.

Silk black men’s shirt worn as a dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves, bare legs out, toned calves standing out due to your sleek black high heels.

“Who, me? Never.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Text me if you need a ride.”

“You got it.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You tapped your nails on the bar, having already finished your peach mojito.

“Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

You needed to invest in a bow and arrow, like, yesterday.

Shoot right between his pretty eyeballs. Dude even pulled back his long, deep purple hair into a smooth ponytail with wispy strands framing his sculpted face. Was that damn eyeliner and mascara making his eyes look sharper, sexier? Fuck, he even knew how to make himself look even hotter.

Not as hot as you, of course.

“How does he always know where I’m at?” you muttered under your breath, turning away to look at the bartender and order another mojito. Watermelon. It seemed interesting. Fuck it, you were going to focus on drinking rather than the thorn in your side, Jeon Jungkook and his black dress shirt halfway buttoned and his tight-fitting black slacks with sleek oxfords. The bartender slid your glass in front of you, a gradient of pink to transparent with a little sprig of mint on top. It was a pretty drink.

You reached into your waist bag to pay, but the bartender stopped you.

“The gentleman over there paid for you. A gift.”

Oh? Maybe a potential for the night. You shifted your gaze to–

Oh.

“Tell him to fu–”

But the bartender was already off servicing other customers on this busy night.

Shit.

You know what? Fine. He put himself up as the target. He wanted to play this game.

And you never missed a bullseye.

You tilted your head to survey Jeon Jungkook out of the corner of your eye, making his way over to you, bringing your drink close to your lips. He stopped right next to you. The colorful lights of the club made rainbows dance across his lightly tanned skin and his dark lips, curled into a smug smirk.

“Hey.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

Drank.

Mmm, fuck, that was some deliciously smooth rum. The watermelon was a refreshing addition to the mint too. You probably weren’t meant to drink it all at once, but you were glaring at Jungkook who was pointedly watching your throat swallow and it was aggravating you more and more, the entire drink disappearing in record time, leaving nothing but ice and mint.

You smacked the glass down on this table with a hiss.

Jungkook purred your name with that deep, silvery voice of his. His eyes flickered down to your exposed collarbones and then back up to your face.

You clicked your tongue.

Then you turned away from him dismissively, walking past him, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose.

But instead of letting it happen, Jungkook shifted his weight and slid to block your path. You stopped, eyes darting up to narrow at that conceited little brat’s face. Now you could smell his cologne, fresh, sensual, a mix of pungent dragon fruit and black coffee.

Hold on.

You inhaled. Yup, no mistaking it.

That was your perfume.

Jungkook grinned as the realization hit you. How did he know what perfume you used?

“The fuck you want?” you growled.

He licked his lips slowly. He ticked his chin, taunting you.

“Finally got you to talk to me,” he purred, chuckling.

Alright, you were past causing actual bodily harm these days – jail being your primary reason – but that didn’t stop you from staring down Jeon Jungkook and his self-satisfied smirk with your signature tapering of your sharp stare.

You just stood there.

Menacingly.

He bit his lower lip, exposing that tiny mole underneath, shivering under your gaze. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, almost innocently, but there was no chance in hell that he was.

You quirked your head, lifting your chin defiantly. “Absolutely fuming,” you replied acidly.

He took a step towards you, closing the distance, so close you could feel his warmth, your breasts brushing against his chest. Now people were whispering around you two, sensing the tension between you and Jungkook. The similar outfits, the same violent energy, the same predatory aura.

As if the fox had confronted the wolf.

“What’s there to be mad about when we play the same game?” Jungkook drawled.

Cocky. The fox was so damn cocky.

“You’re just nibbling on my leftovers,” you countered, stepping forward so you pressed against him, burning body heat to burning body heat. “Which makes you the scavenger.”

Jungkook leaned down, dark brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Then why so angry?”

His lips ghosted over yours, breathing in your exhale.

“I’m just a pest, right? A mere annoyance in your eventual victory.”

His lashes lowered, arrogant smirk reaching his dark eyes.

“Play your ace. Let’s see if it works,” he purred in the deep, sexy octave of his.

Shut up.

A low snarl rumbled in your chest.

“Shut up, Jeon Jungkook.”

You gripped his belt and yanked him to your body, rolling your crotch into his, your lips colliding with that maddening smirk, alcohol, dragon fruit, black coffee, flint igniting the dry wood, devouring his lips hungrily, his hands sliding up your sides, and his smile.

Triumph.

Shit.

You couldn’t give two fucks about Jeon Jungkook and he was into it.

Like the impossible enigma, he couldn’t figure you out but he was drawn to you anyway. The whole world was your plaything, and you treated it as such. There was something exciting about you, the thrill too irresistible to avoid when you made your presence known. Always you and that teasing smile, never getting serious, making everyone hesitate to take it farther with you. Who could blame them with your borderline brash attitude and ease of moving from one to the next?

That and your friendship with Kim Taehyung, who was a whole damn tiger next to your wolfish nature.

At first, Jungkook was intrigued.

As time went on, he became frustrated and annoyed.

What gave you the right to ignore him?

You picked up guys far less attractive than he was, not that he was that vain but, seriously, he was right here! Waiting to be caught. He didn’t try to interfere at first. In fact, Jungkook wasn’t even the sleep-around-and-mess-with-feelings kind of guy. But the more he watched you, the more impressed he was, seeing the way you charmed your way into everyone’s hearts, the way you focused on them for that moment, making them feel like they were the most perfect creature on Earth before slinking to the next, leaving them with a pining heart and lost in fantasies of what-ifs.

And, yeah, you were hot.

What was Jungkook going to do?

He could do nothing.

Or he could befriend Kim Taehyung, get under your skin, and make you notice him.

Not a scheme, per se.

Kind of a scheme.

Alright, definitely a scheme.

In Jungkook’s defense, your best friend Taehyung was all for it. Taehyung was the one who came up with all the ideas, informed him of your location, and the names of the girls you were after.

“Give her a taste of her own medicine. She needs a reality check.”

The problem was, Jungkook didn’t really want to let you go now that you were in his arms.

“Silly pretty boy.”

You had his chin in your palm, pressing your thumb against Jungkook’s lower lip, opening his hungry mouth to tease him with your tongue, tracing his soft lips and thrusting in, his low moan filling your lungs. His hands on your waist tightened, pulling you closer even through you were already in his lap, murmurs and eyes on you, but neither your nor Jungkook cared, used to this by now.

You were, after all, making out in the club.

The chair scraped against the ground as Jungkook firmly placed your thighs on either side of his, thrusting upwards into your core, letting your feel his rapidly growing hardness with every one of your kisses. Your hair feathered his cheeks and shoulders as your free hand toyed with his ponytail, twirling it in your fingers, smirking into his lips with his gasp from you grinding back down on his crotch, rolling your hips into him.

“Thought I was the bane of your existence?” Jungkook taunted under you, squeezing your ass through the silk and meeting your movements, staring into your eyes with his. So dark, so smokey, so fucking sexy, almost like looking into a mirror, because you too wore similar makeup, maybe a little darker and a little more of a flick to your eyeliner. “Just going to kiss me to shut me up?”

You wouldn’t be surprised if the other clubgoers were eagerly watching now, waiting to see what was going to happen between you and him.

“I don’t need to be on your mouth to shut you up,” you mused, tugging his ponytail back and kissing down his neck, tongue tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling him shudder under your lips and teeth, lightly nipping at his skin. Tracing circles, gentle kisses, relishing in his gasps and his tightened grip on you, letting your breath linger for that extra second, that extra what-if, kissing back up his neck and onto his jawline, murmuring his name sweetly, tip of your tongue curling around his earrings and bouncing them, sighing softly in his ear.

“Can’t claim my leftovers when my leftovers are you, now can you, naughty boy?” you chuckled darkly, pressing your breasts on his hot chest and your clothed pussy on the tip of his stiff length, rutting against it, making him hiss your name.

“I have no intention of being leftovers,” he growled into your ear.

Your eyes flew open as his lips transfixed to the space under your ear, sucking hard, forcing you to squeeze your thighs at the attack on your erogenous zone, sparks of arousal flinching through you, soaking your panties. You gasped, hips bucking into his needily, barely processing his words, his tongue flicking against your throbbing skin, lips and teeth, and then his mouth was moving, traveling up your earlobe, nipping at the curve, your eyelids fluttering, clutching his purple ponytail tightly.

How did he know? Did he ask your previous conquests to spill the information? There was no time to think, his hands traveling up your back, clenching fistfuls of your shirt and digging his nails into your back, your body responding and squirming against him, the quiet whine of his name escaping your lips and drifting right into his ear.

“J… Jungkook…”

He groaned, turning your head forcefully, him kissing you this time, just as ravenous, just as powerful, basically simulating sex in the middle of the fucking club with the way your hips were twisting into his and he was thrusting back against you, breathless, whispering in your mouth so only you could hear his words resonate in your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, you turn me on so fucking easily, I just have to have you,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours, capturing your lips again and again. “There’s no way you’re any good for me, but I don’t care, fuck.”

You snickered, eye to eye, trapped in those expanding pupils and his heavy pants. “They say the same about you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You felt him smirk. “Nah, not me. No one calls me the spawn of Satan.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I do.”

Jungkook’s tongue licked your lips, making your shiver in delight. “That was special treatment. Just for you.”

Hold on a second.

Through your hazy buzzed brain, you began to piece the puzzle together. With each part falling into place, the amusement in Jungkook’s eyes grew and grew, seeing you fill in the missing blanks. Your eyes widened and you curled a finger around his ponytail, yanking roughly to pull his grinning face away from yours. You jerked back, but his strong hands held you in place.

Wispy strands of violet framing that devious expression.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, venomous.

Jungkook had the audacity to cock an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

You were going to kill Taehyung. That little shit! Taehyung was no idiot, so he must have planned this somehow. He always telling you to get serious and stop messing around. That’s why Jungkook always knew who you were dating, where you were, and what you were wearing! Did Taehyung recruit Jeon Jungkook to trick you? Fuck! He was dead meat, scheming against you like this!

Jungkook brought you out of your homicidal tendencies with a soft drawl of your name.

“For the record, he was helping me out,” he murmured, pulling you to him, pressing your chest to his. You narrowed your eyes, his hard cock still throbbing against your panties. “I want you.”

He lowered his face, breathing hard.

“Not just like this.”

Your eyes widened.

“I said I’m not going to be leftovers.” Looking deep into your eyes, holding you tightly. “I’m not going to let you throw me away like the rest.” Every inhale making your body rise into his touch, his deep, silvery voice saturated with lust and determination. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me as much as I am in love with you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but…

Jungkook gave you this look.

The look of ‘you-know-you’ve-already-lost’.

You could sit here and pretend, but you were also grinding back onto his dick right out here in the open, clutching his purple hair and his pretty face. His hard body was tucked snugly in your thighs. That smug little smirk. Shit, shit, shit.

Jeon Jungkook got you and he got you good.

He knew it too, his hands sliding down and grabbing your ass again, rolling his hips into yours.

“Come on. Let’s fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Jungkook threw his head back onto his pillows, exposing his straining throat, veins popping out, clutching your hips strongly to rut back against you as you smacked your crotch down onto him, riding him hard and fast, your hands next to his head, his long purple hair a mess even if it was still in the ponytail, sweat glistening on his forehead, moaning loudly with your walls closing in on his hardness. You were too busy fucking the daylights out of him to say anything, but Jungkook had plenty to say, hazy eyes opening and gasping as he viewed your body hovering over him, naked with his hickeys on your neck and breasts, strong thighs flexed on either side of him, his rock-hard cock repeatedly disappearing into your tight, wet hole.

“Fuck, I knew it, I knew you would be so fucking good and so fucking sexy,” he whined, nails digging into your hips and adding more force to your thrusts.

Your clothes and his clothes were all over his bedroom floor.

Your phone was on his nightstand.

Tonight, you sent one text to Kim Taehyung.

I’m gonna buy a bow and arrow and shoot you in the ass.

You screen flashed, indicating Taehyung had replied. One quick flick of your eyes and you smirked.

Oh shit.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, making your return your attention to him.

“Focus on me,” he begged, blown-out pupils. “Only me, please.”

“So needy,” you teased, licking your lips slowly. He groaned under you, mouth opening, his pretty pink tongue lolling out, desperate to be sucked. “If you think you can keep me, you’ll have to last longer than this, Jungkook.”

He swallowed hard at the way you said his name, a mixture of warning and desire.

“P-Please… it’s too good, I-I can’t…”

You redoubled your efforts, roughly slapping your hips into his, enjoying the loud sound and the way your core tightened, constricting him inside you, telling him he couldn’t cum until you did and deliberately holding yourself back, shifting your attention when you felt it rise, denying him over and over, until he was like this, whole body shaking, grasping your ass, sweat on his chest. His right arm, covered in tattoos, looking extra delicious in the moonlight, so fucking perfect with his forearms flexed with tension. You purposefully stared into his brown eyes overtaken with lust, his lips trembling from denying himself his own orgasm.

Jungkook whimpered your name.

On the verge of breaking, helpless at your command.

A sharp throb inside you, wildly turned on by his duality.

You smirked.

“Jungkook.”

You inhaled deeply, sighing in satisfaction with the wave of pleasure, intense shivering pulses running up and down his length, sinking down so he could feel it all, the tight and rough massage of your orgasm taking over, low moan of his name emitting from your throat, and Jungkook followed suit, louder and lewder, eyes rolling back as he shot into the condom with jerking hips, burying the twitching head deep inside you, swelling the latex with thick cum, rocking you back and forth on his length, your juices dripping down and coating the inside of your joined thighs.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck, so good, s-so fucking good…”

You know what, he was right.

It was so fucking good.

You savored it, the ecstasy that seemed endless and overwhelming, squeezing Jungkook between your thighs and moaning, just something about it, so satisfying and gratifying listening to his wheezing gasps and content whimpers, lowering yourself to his face, and he raised his, your hands sliding under his head, giving him what he wanted, light, maddening, carnal kisses, his cheeks, his chin, his quivering lips, whining your name, pleading with you to play with him more, more, tugging on his ponytail and his hands stroking your breasts, rolling your hard nipples between his index and thumb fingers, shaking at your hissing inhale.

“Hey,” you murmured, clenching him between your legs to get his attention.

Jungkook blinked at you, brown eyes unfocused, panting hard. “Y-Yeah?”

“You should apologize.”

The side of his swollen lips quirked upwards despite his fucked-out state. His deep voice was slightly hoarse. “What for? Tell me and I will.”

You raised an eyebrow. “For your scheming and using my own best friend against me.”

Jungkook smirked slyly.

“I’m sorry.”

He lifted you and made sure he had the condom before he pulled out, still semi-hard. You narrowed your eyes. He sure as hell didn’t sound sorry. Didn’t look sorry either, peeling the condom off and crawling over the bed to toss it in the trash before straightening.

“Sounding insincere there,” you remarked coolly, balancing your chin on the back of your knuckles, elbow on the bed, tapping the air impatiently.

“I mean it,” he purred, reaching for the towel beside the bed and knocking the condoms from his nightstand to the sheets. His right hand wrapped around his glistening length, still covered in lube and his cum, toned hips thrusting into his closed fist, grinning with his lower lip between his teeth as you watched him.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Slowly jacking himself off as his eyes roamed over your curves, moaning lustfully, lingering on your legs, clutching the towel in his left hand so hard his knuckles were pale, forearms flexed, the slick head of his cock turning purple-red, emerging from between his closed fingers, throbbing as it was choked by his harsh grip.

“Let me make it up to you,” Jungkook shuddered, stroking faster, making wet squelching sounds, his muscular thighs bulging with effort.

Fuck, he was so damn attractive.

You kept an indifferent look on your face, raising your leg, your free hand sliding down, tracing the outside of your already wet opening. Those hungry dark brown orbs immediately fixated on it, moaning imploringly as you dipped your fingers in it, soft squishing noises as you spread open your soaked pussy, slipping a finger in your heat, gently thrusting.

He gasped your name, begging you.

It made you wetter, seeing his want. He knew it too, brutally fisting his cock, hips quivering.

“Stop.”

Jungkook whined despairingly, pulling his hand away, his stiff cock bouncing from the swiftness of the movement, cutting off his own orgasm. He sucked in a shivering breath, tipping his hips up to you so his glossy, hard length twitched.

You shifted, laying back against his pillows, opening your legs.

Smirk on your lips.

“Mmm, fuck, yes, fuck me with that.”

Jungkook smirked back.

It took him no time at all to wipe his hand and crotch off, ripping open another condom and moaning as he rolled it down, the mere contact of the thin encasement stimulating his sensitive skin. He slid up to you, gripping your knees and spreading you even wider, pressing the tip against your drenched heat.

He whispered your name, like sweet smoke.

“Hm?”

Jungkook leaned down, kissing you deeply as he sank into you, drinking in your gasp at the fullness.

“I’m going to make you feel so, so good,” he mumbled into your lips, pecking you softly.

He was about to retreat but your hands snapped up, tangling into his messy violet waves, clutching his ponytail. Jungkook blinked at you, questioning.

“Not too far away,” you said with a playful smile. “I wanna see that handsome face of yours.”

He bit his lower lip, tiny mole and wicked grin revealing themselves.

“Okay.”

He lifted his hips and plunged fully into you, the connection of your hips making a loud, wet smack.

“Fuck, Jungkook…!”

And you could tell from his elated expression and his furious pace that he was ecstatic at your response, chasing it, chasing you, moaning as you caught him between your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, gaining some leverage and meeting his thrusts, fingers tightening in his soft hair, fuck, so beautiful, the way the pleasure overtook his handsome features, his hazy dark brown orbs shrouded in lust, his pink lip trembling in his teeth, sharp jaw set, but still maintaining a little bit of that cunning exterior that ensnared you in the first place, unknowingly at the time, the side of his lips ticking up, this cheeky bastard.

Jungkook saw the way you looked at him.

He adjusted the position, hitting deeper, swelling inside you, and, fuck, you couldn’t help it, you smirked too because he was so, so full of himself and so were you, insufferable, troublesome, competitive even now, the obscene smack of his crotch hitting your hips, wet and noisy, the squish of your juices smearing against his inner thighs as you wildly matched his rapid, bruising rhythm, your moans blending together, sweet hot harmony, his bedframe ramming against the wall, and, as usual, neither of you caring, far to occupied with yourselves, pleasure snaking between you, up your spine and into your head, mixing with the light buzz of alcohol, a different kind of euphoria from every other one-night stand, because this was Jeon Jungkook and he wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.

His lower lip popped out of his teeth and he gasped your name.

Longingly, breathlessly.

Was he thinking the same thing?

You lifted yourself a little, your hands molded to his head, whispering intensely against his shaking lips.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook. We have all night and the morning.”

Fuck, he had a brilliant smile.

It was actually doomed for you, but you weren’t mad about it.

Eye contact, and he didn’t waver, thrusting deep into you, low moan pulled from his chest, jolting shudders sliding down his shoulders and then in between you and him, his cock twitching and spilling into the condom again, roughly clamped by your tightness, and you were already there, falling over the edge with a soft cry, straining your neck and pushing his head down to you to collide your lips with his, greedy for his kiss, his taste, his whimpers at your forcefulness.

“Jungkook, ah…”

He said your name in the same tone, delicate and possessive, a bullseye right to the heart.

“On one hand, I’m glad you’re finally serious about someone.”

You paid absolutely no attention to the annoyed baritone voice of your best friend.

“On the other hand,” Kim Taehyung gritted out, smacking you in the shoulder blades as you crawled into Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kisses intensifying, a needy whine in his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist. “Really feeling like a third wheel, you two! Stop making out for one goddamn second!”

He threw up his hands as both of you pretended to be deaf.

interlude respect drabble — "how much did you see?" popcorn drabble — "who are they?"

part ii threesome, ft kth — got it bad

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I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break. Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

#harry styles x reader #frat!harry #i carry your heart #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #college!harry #part 2 coming soon #harry styles smut #fratrry #boyfriend!harry

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quirkless-accident · 3 years ago

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You know we get a lot of angsty stuff here. Makes sense seeing as Danny is half dead and all, but still. So how about something really fluffy today(whenever/if you decide to do this), Danny's first date with whoever you like the most, but the class interrupts.

my favorite dp pairing is grey ghost but I think in the spirit of crossovers I'll put him with everybody's favorite gen ed student

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Daniel Fenton has never had a dating life. Ever. That tends to happen when you grow up quirkless and bullied. The closest he's gotten to a real date is somebody asking him out on a dare.

So he was, needless to say, very surprised when Hitoshi came up to him after training one day and asked him out.

Danny had been a stuttering, blushing mess, but he had managed to give out a choked "absolutely."

So on the next free weekend they both had, they decided to go to the mall. It was better than the movies because they actually got to talk to each other, and it it was familiar territory since they've been to the mall together a few times already.

But the knowledge that this was a date and not a hang out made the beginning of the date a little nerve wracking for the both of them.

"So," Danny asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "What store did you want to go to first?"

"Maybe the video game store?" Hitoshi asked. His cheeks were bright red as he refused to meet Danny's gaze.

"That-that sounds like a good idea," Danny tells him. His cheeks are a bright green, and it makes Hitoshi smile at him. God, he could just look at that smile all day long. Danny shoots him a grin, and in a rare feat of bravery, holds Hitoshi's hand. Hitoshi looks at him, shocked. Danny nearly pulls away, but as his hand jerks to do so, Hitoshi's grip tightens. Danny looks between their hands and him, and smiles so wide his eyes become crescents.

With their newfound confidence, the rest of the date goes by a little easier. The air around them is bright, and though they still have their awkward first-date moments, it's going better than Danny ever thought was possible. Especially has he watches Hitoshi snort at a t-shirt with one of his favorite memes on it.

"Why don't you get it?" Danny asks, laughing. Hitoshi just shrugs as he wraps his arm around Danny's shoulder.

"I already have one like it at the dorm," he tells Danny. "I just wanted to show it to you."

And man, doesn't that make his heart flutter. He already knows Hitoshi's favorite memes and his cat's names and how he lights up whenever a new chapter of his favorite manga is uploaded. He's been studying the apple of Hitoshi's cheeks when he grins for weeks, has memorized the hard lines of his jaw and has stared at his lips for what's probably considered a creepy amount of time. But it still makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter around whenever he shows Danny something he thinks he'll enjoy. Like his sole purpose in life is to make Danny smile and laugh. It's absolutely endearing.

After the video game store, they go to a record shop that's on the third floor where Jirou, Momo, and Tokoyami are hanging out. Which is weird because eh doesn't remember any of them saying anything to him about going to the mall this weekend. Usually they all go together to look for new music. Danny pointedly ignores them as he makes Hitoshi help him hunt down a record for Dumpty Humpty and this new K-pop band that's been hitting the charts recently. Hitoshi also finds him one of instrumental music for nights that he has trouble sleeping, and Danny has to physically restrain himself from throwing himself at Hitoshi and kissing him stupid. He introduces Hitoshi to this band he found last week, and buys him their cd.

As they go down the escalator, Danny's in the middle of telling him a riveting story of the time Cujo nearly killed the mailman when Hitoshi suddenly jerks his head to the side. Danny follows his gaze, and sees the backs of Mina and Hagakure's heads as they talk and laugh and definitely don't look back at Danny and Hitoshi.

"Is this some kind of prank?" Hitoshi asks him. There's an edge in his voice that's bordering on hurt, and Danny jerks his head back to look Hitoshi in the eye.

"No. Not by me, anyway. I saw Jirou, Momo, and Tokoyami when we were in the record store."

"That's too many of your classmates to be a coincidence, isn't it?" Hitoshi sighs tiredly. He looks more annoyed now, his hurt replaced by irritation. Danny can't say he really blames him. He hadn't really spoken much about his upcoming date because he didn't want them snooping. But leave it to his nosy classmates to butt in anyway.

"I swear I didn't tell them anything," he promises. Hitoshi snorts and rolls his eyes.

"At least three of your classmates have stealth quirks. And I'm pretty sure Mina has a secondary quirk that allows her to know everybody's weekend plans."

That brings a relieved laugh out of Danny, and he smiles at Hitoshi for what seems like the millionth time that day. He can't help it though. Even with his classmates obviously stalking them, he feels like he's on cloud nine.

"Do you wanna grab a bite from the food court?" Danny asks. Hitoshi just shrugs, which Danny takes as a yes, and he leads them there. He nudges Hitoshi when he spots Iida, Midoriya, ad Uraraka ducking into the arcade, which has a perfect view of the food court. How convenient.

"How long do you think it'll take them to notice we know they're here?" Danny asks him.

"Jirou definitely knows," Hitoshi answers without hesitation as they get in line for ramen. "Midoriya too, probably. He's way too observant for his own good."

Danny nods his head in agreement as he stares at the menu, but when he feels eyes on him, he turns his head.

Across the food court, huddled behind one menu, is Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima. Bakugou is with them too, but he looks like he was dragged here more than he came willingly. Kaminari and Kirishima quickly duck their heads back under the menu in a vain attempt to hide themselves from Danny.

"They're all idiots," Hitoshi tells him. Danny has to choke down his laughter as he and Hitoshi step up to give their orders. After receiving their food, they find a spot on the other side of the court from the boys of the Bakusquad.

They slip back into conversation seamlessly. It's easy to forget that his classmates are there stalking him when he can listen to Hitoshi's soft voice and quiet chuckles. He's much more reserved with his emotions than Danny is, but he doesn't mind. He's just glad Hitoshi feels comfortable around him to be as expressive as he is. At school he's much more closed off, even around Danny.

Danny is leaning over the table, head resting in his hand as he looks at Hitoshi tell him about his cat's outfit they bought her for Halloween when they hear an excited yell come from off to the side. There's a jewelry store, and Shoji, Aoyama, and Kouda are looking at a group of rings that are on sale. Shoji has his back turned, looking down at Aoyama for his outburst, as Kouda waves apologetically to them. Danny waves back, and cleans his hands with a napkin before signing to him.

We know you're all here, he tells Kouda. Don't tell anybody, okay?

Kouda nods his head and gives him a thumbs up before turning back to Aoyama, who is still crying excitedly. When he turns back, Hitoshi is giving him an odd look.

"You know sign?" He asks. Danny nods and shrugs.

"Yeah," he admits. "I started learning after my Ghostly Wail came in, just in case I start losing my hearing. But...I don't know. Sometimes it's easier to just not talk, you know? Sometimes moving my hands is so much easier than actually speaking. It's come in pretty handy."

You can say that again, Hitoshi signs. Danny beams at him, and for the rest of their date, they decide to sign to each other instead.

They go to a couple more stores. They see Todoroki and Tsu in a shop filled with soaps and bath bombs and lotions. They seem to actually be there to shop around and look for things. Neither of them seem like the type to snoop into other people's love lives. They don't even look up from whatever product they're in the middle of smelling when they walk past the store.

Sato and Ojiro are stopped in an artisan store, looking at a shelf full of different honeys. Ojiro waves at them briefly, and Sato gives them a thumbs up, but it looks like they're at the mall for themselves as well.

Is that all of them? Hitoshi asks. Danny laughs and nods before adjusting the bags in his hands to sign back.

Did you wanna keep shopping or do you wanna go? There's this new cat cafe that opened up and it's only down the street.

You had me at go, Hitoshi signs. Danny gives him a thankful smile. He loves the mall, but his social battery has been depleted from being around so many people all day long. Hitoshi, ever the introvert, apparently feels the same.

On their way out, they see Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima hiding behind a bush while Bakugou crosses his arms and looks away. Danny flips them off, and Kaminari pops out of the bush, offended. Sero and Kirishima waste no time in pulling him back down while Danny throws his head back and laughs. He's completely unaware of Hitoshi staring softly at him as he does so.

The walk is nice, and the cat cafe is quiet. They pay for an hour before ordering their drinks. They set up in the corner where there's a small table set up low enough for them to sit on the floor. There are pillows, but there's currently a fat orange tabby occupying one, and a hairless cat in a pink sweater in the other.

The atmosphere is soft and quiet, and just what the both of them need. They sign to each other, neither wanting to disturb the atmosphere around them with their voices. Danny has to ask Hitoshi to resign something multiple times because he keeps getting distracted by his eyes. He's never seen a more beautiful shade of lavender before. When Hitoshi asks him why he isn't paying attention, Danny is too distracted to tell him anything but the truth. Hitoshi's entire face turns red, and Danny laughs at him softly.

Once the hour is up, they walk back to the school uninterrupted. They both unintentionally slow their pace so it takes them even longer to get to their dorms. They stop outside of class 1-A's dorm, just outside the decorative wall that separates the main path from the courtyard.

"I had a really fun time," Danny tells him. Hitoshi looks at him like he hung the goddamn moon.

"Me too," he says. "We should do this again sometime. But maybe without your classmates stalking us next time, yeah?"

"Agreed," Danny says, shoulders slumping. But he straightens back up again when Hitoshi steps closer. There's only a couple of inches between them now. Danny can feel his heart beating against his ribcage as Hitoshi leans down. He stops, just a couple inches from his face. Danny closes the distance.

The kiss isn't long. It's short and chaste and awkward, but it makes both of them feel like they're floating on cloud nine. Hitoshi gives him the biggest grin Danny's ever seen, and Danny feels his whole body heat up. Something warm settles in his chest, and he jumps up to kiss Hitoshi once more. He has to stand on his toes to reach. Hitoshi wraps his arm around him to help him balance. When they break apart, Hitoshi looks drunk on love.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Danny asks. Hitoshi can only nod.

"Yeah," he says, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Danny."

"Goodnight, Hitoshi."

Danny stays there until Hitoshi makes the turn into his own dorm. They wave at each other one last time before Danny finally heads up the stairs and sneaks inside.

Some of the students are already there. Most of them avert their gazes and pretend like they weren't trying to listen in using Jirou's quirk. Danny huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes as he starts to walk towards the elevator. But before he can, he's tackled to the side by Mina and Hagakure. Under their combined weight, he falls to the ground, and takes them with him.

"Oh my god, how was your date?" Mina asks him loudly, waggling her eyebrows.

"You absolutely have to tell us!" Hagakure adds.

"You all were there, you know how it went," he points out.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Mina says, feigning innocence. Danny raises an eyebrow at her before rolling his eyes and giving her a soft laugh.

"It was good. We're gonna go out again sometime. Now please, get off of me."

"You're under house arrest until you give us all the details!" And, oh, that's Kaminari yelling from the kitchen. Danny lets his head fall back onto the floor and groans, though there's no real irritation behind it.

His classmates are weird and stalkerish and annoying and always butt in when he doesn't want them too.

But he wouldn't have it any other way.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #hitoshi shinso #danny x hitoshi #class 1a #class 1a shenanigans #my hero academia #boku no academia #mha #bnha

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