#which is insane but i think that’s what happens when the players are equally as invested

[ace-of-d1am0nds]

ran my first session of vampire tn and it went so well!!! my friends r so invested in the game and we are genuinely so into it im so happy

[synthwayve]

The Micolaurence text post ever.

Shoutout to the people in my replies, I blame all of you in the most positive way possible.

Poorly formatted “essay” about the connections they have that make my brain spin because yes :} new years is a time of lawlessness impulsivity: keep in mind I don’t own the actual game to confirm some things, most of this is compiled from item descriptions, cut content, reading the wiki over and over, and my own analysis. I could be totally wrong about some things + this is just my own analysis/interpretation**, have mercy upon my soul 🙏

The biggest thing about them, and the thing I simply do not shut up about if you happen to hear me talk about them, is that both Micolash and Laurence’s respective obsessions/virtues/main associated game mechanics (Insight and Blood respectively) directly influence each other. Not only do they influence each other, they also relieve the negative effects of the other stat. Why is this such a big deal to me? WELL:

Beasthood, the negative effect of taking too much blood, scales negatively depending on your Insight. The more Insight you have, the less Beasthood, and vice versa. Contrarily, Sedatives, crafted from blood(yes, Sedatives are stated to be thick ‘human’ blood and will reset your Beasthood as well, but this does not necessarily reduce it- more on this later*)

Will relieve Frenzy as their primary purpose, which is the main negative side effect of having high Insight i.e going mad.

I think this is very intentional outside of just pure game mechanics and design: there is a running theme in Bloodborne, that being that every enemy you face has succumbed to one side too heavily. BSB, the half-beast Yharnamites, Gascoigne, Amelia, Laurence, and all the other beast enemies you face have relied too much on the blood and fallen to its curse. Brainsuckers, Rom, Winter Lanterns, Micolash, and arguably other insight-heavy enemies like the Celestial Emissary are heavier on the Insight side. What makes YOU, the player, different? It is your ability to balance both.

The creatures that have gotten closest to ascension are ones that we can assume have undergone the effects of blood and insight, but still haven’t gotten there all the way. Rom is probably the biggest example, along with other Kin/Great One enemies. They are physically transformed, as the blood will do, but they are not beasts. Rather, they often have the numerous eyes that are granted with Insight.

The ending that allows the Hunter to ascend reads to me as an ending where you have successfully balanced both mediums: using Blood to tame the negative effects of Insight and vice versa. What I interpret from this in regards to Micolash and Laurence specifically is that they could have come SO CLOSE to achieving what they wanted!! If they had just worked together, and the schism hadn’t happened, perhaps Micolash would not have gone insane with steady treatments of Blood and Laurence would not have transformed with the help of his Insight being steadily raised.

Maybe it’s just me being insane but I don’t know, there’s something pretty gay to me about being in charge of/cursed by an obsession with something that only someone equally as obsessed with its opposite can cure.

I honestly think Micolash and Laurence might have even ended up in a sort of prisoner’s dilemma situation: they both think their own method is correct, and refuse to give in to the other’s perspective. In doing so, they actually end up royally screwing themselves over at the same time whereas cooperation would have led to the best outcome. Laurence, the general posterboy for the blood in general(and most other blood related things) is not someone who I imagine would be keen on giving up his faith in the substance. Especially when he’s being told this by a man who’s sanity is hung by a thread. But if only Micolash listened to HIM, his insanity would be relieved and he would go back to the mostly sensible man he might’ve been- only of course, Micolash would not see it that way. Why would he take something that is quite literally killing Laurence? I find it interesting that Sedatives are a hint of insanity(like with Edgar) yet Micolash doesn’t drop any. Perhaps he’s not the type to invest in Blood, especially if he had to watch it slowly chip away at Laurence’s health who was too stubborn to listen to him instead. You see where I’m going with this- around and around they go.

*while Sedatives are stated to be thick human blood, I have three theories about this.

1. “Derived” from Byrgenwerth implies to me that the formula has undergone some modifications. I would not be surprised if holy blood is used as a thickener.

2. I imagine most “human blood”, at the point that Sedatives are distributed more abundantly, is already tainted with holy blood. I mean, come on. This is Yharnam. Blood is the name of the game.

3. Sedatives reset Beasthood, but for you the PLAYER, your beasthood remains at more of a net neutral than your Insight which the game relies on to progress the story. I imagine that for a scholar like Micolash, who does not fulfill the role of a hunter or a soldier, beasthood would be less of a concern.

OKAY THAT ONE POINT GOT REALLY LONG I’M SORRY so I’ll rapid fire some other things about them:

-Micolash seeks to abandon his humanity in his boss form, Laurence seeks to retain it in his boss form. Micolash seeks a blessing from Kos like that which was granted to Rom, you know, the giant very not human spider. Laurence wants his memories and his head back. Neat!!

-while there seems to be clear animosity between Mensis and The Healing Church later in the timeline, I think it is often overlooked that they DID work together at some time. I can imagine The School of Mensis to be research and science heavy: looking for ways to perfect ministration technology, understand the specifics of the blood, and research what else can be made of it to further humanity. The Healing Church distributes it, covers. The School’s reputation(presumably), and uses that research to further their own ideas of ascension. Bloodborne likes to do things in threes: Willem, Laurence, and Micolash are respective leaders/founders of Byrgenwerth, The Healing Church, and The School of Mensis. Interesting note that the latter two originate from the former, who is the only still “living” character amongst the 3 as far as I can gather. He warned those morons and it meant absolutely nothing LMAO.

-There is something so satisfying to me in how Micolash is generally associated with the dark and dim: Kos- a goddess born from the watery depths, an infinite labyrinth of dust and old tomes, and dark robes of Byrgenwerth. Laurence, on the other hand, is associated with all that is bright: fire, a bright pale moon, white and blue robes of the Choir, and the candlelit cathedrals that are more wax than they are pews. Parallels! Beloved!

-fellas is it gay if we both destroy a city for our own ends. YES yes Old Yharnam specifically was destroyed by the Powder Kegs- but I have a complete crack theory that Laurence saw the Ashen Blood poisoning go down, thought “ah, that is terrible for our reputation”, and sent the then-still loyal Powder Kegs to kaboom the issue away. The Powder Kegs then begin to protect the very beasts that Laurence is trying to sweep under the rug(because panic never leads to anything good), so the Healing Church Workshop as a whole denounce them as heretics.

…but also crack theory aside I still hold him half-responsible for the fall of Yharnam as a whole. And Micolash fucking obliterated all of Yahar’gul so. Yeah. Do NOT let these 2 work together, I think they would destroy all of Yharnam if they could.

-Consider: academic rivals that end up side-by-side, foraying into the brand new promising field of human ascension with matching ambitions and stars in their eyes. That is, until a cost that neither is willing to pay(the health of the other) shows up, and they end up splitting apart in a violent schism that brings them right back to where they started. CONSIDER. For me 🥺

-The Mensis cage obscures everything BUT the eyes, the uniform of the Choir allows for mobility (even enough to fight- like with Yurie) but it blinds the user. Also: Micolash, weird crazy guy who was probably not adored, or at least not as adored as Laurence, dies surrounded by people. Laurence, the guy who put Yharnam on the freaking map, dies completely alone in a big empty room. At least, that’s how we find their bodies in the nightmare!

- “We were friends! How could you?” Is tragic to me in any interpretation

-WHY DOES MICOLASH HAVE A CALL BEYOND. That is a CHOIR SPELL TO THE CORE!! And also, iirc, shared only amongst the higher ranks. I understand him having stolen it from Laurence is the general interpretation- but I like to think that perhaps it was a gift. A show of good faith, even? 😏 to wield the very stars in one’s hands seems like a very apt gift for a guy who is obsessed with the cosmos.

-Laurence 100% stole some of Micolash’s homework on contacting Great Ones imo and the effects of insight. I don’t actually have anything to back this outside of speculation I just think it’s very funny. Endless loop of copying homework. Micolash has more insight naturally, Laurence uses this to learn of the ritual, Laurence does his ritual, Micolash copies his ritual. No credit in sight.

-Micolash has an interesting line of cut dialogue where he claims he “was the head…of this treatment church”. I don’t have the original Japanese text, but I wonder if perhaps Micolash was meant to be an NPC, still fulfilling his role as both the headmaster of Mensis AND the main scholar overlooking all scientific and arcane research on behalf of the Healing Church? If he was the head of the healing church, did an earlier version have Laurence fulfilling his theorized role as a re-incarnated hunter?

-Micolash’s ritual, which I gather(and this is where my knowledge is the most shaky so BEAR WITH ME) summoned the blood moon, seems to be a direct copy of Laurence’s ritual to summon Flora. Whereas Flora took Gehrman as a host, Mergo took either Micolash as a host, or sacrificed the rest of the school in his place. Keep in mind: The Moon rune(found at the bottom of the stairs in Micolash’s boss arena, also eerily similar to the Communion Rune that I imagine would be a big hit with Laurence) DIRECTLY states that the Great Ones are sympathetic in spirit, and answer when called upon. I don’t think Mergo nor Flora are intentionally malicious. I just think these two idiots didn’t know what they were bargaining for, or with. Fellas is it gay if we both change the sky, both sacrifice something we didn’t necessarily mean to, and both suffer in the Nightmare for our sins? Asking for a friend.

-Micolash’s first move is running away from you, Laurence’s first move is to lunge directly at you. Ah, they would have made such a horrendously destructive pairing if the divorce hadn’t happened.

-bonus note!! I have ANOTHER crack theory that the “Moon” and “Communion” Runes have some neat parallels :smear:

Moon Rune is blood red like Micolash’s blood moon, Communion is pale white like Laurence’s pale moon. Moon allows for more blood echoes, Communion for more vials. Moon focuses on the Great Ones answering when called, Communion focuses on Blood Ministration. Moon has the eye in the center surrounded by lines, almost forming another circle(perhaps, and this is a stretch, even the dias that the catalyst is meant to be at the center of?), Communion is surrounded by 3 distinct dots(Laurence, Gehrman, and…Flora? Still not certain who the 3rd dot would be). Reading runes is fun! “Beast’s Embrace” may be closer to Laurence as a character(I mean, you obtain it from him) but since Micolash has no rune to drop as a counterpart(probably because he isn’t a DLC boss), I went with striking parallels between Communion and Moon instead.

-Fellas. Final question. Is it gay if my mild interest in that which lies beyond humanity (POSSIBLY) turns into a rapid obsession/a race against time to save you from yourself and reverse the effects of this poison you so adore, only to realize you won’t hear me, you will never hear me, and it is too late for both of us to turn back? Just wondering. JUST. WONDERING. Maybe trying to stop the other’s descent got too frustrating, Micolash and Laurence both sort of strike me as stubborn pricks in their own ways. Hence the big divorce. “If you won’t see things my way then you can sit with the consequences” (said both of them, equally suffering from consequences). I can only imagine Micolash did not expect for Laurence to prove him right so soon. (It’s funny, because they’re both dead, so really neither was right.)

**(Also I just like relating my headcanons back to canon for fun, I’m not trying to say how ‘canon’ something is should influence how people make hcs. Bloodborne’s not a very romantic game in a traditional sense so this is all mostly me rambling around anyway x,D)

OKAY SORRY IM FINALLY DONE. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYBODY. I THINK THEY HELD HANDS MAYBE. I also think they would actually literally maul each other to death if given enough reason.

[alexbkrieger13]

It is fair to say that I have been following off-the-field events at the World Cup just as closely as the football on it. I got asked during the last international break whether I would be watching the tournament and my answer probably applies to a lot of the girls at Chelsea – we talk about some of the games and the football aspect but equally we talk about the other things that are happening around the tournament. And this week, that means the situation with the “OneLove” armbands – and the decision was taken not to wear them.

I am a bit wary of saying, “Well, I would have worn it”. I have never been put in a similar situation but, ultimately, I would like to think that – in their shoes –I really would have pushed and tried to call Fifa’s bluff. It would have been inspiring if they’d gone ahead and done it anyway and said, “OK, what are you going to do now?”. Different players could have rotated the armband to share out the yellow cards that each would get for wearing it.

If you are the captain of a national team, as I have been with Sweden, you are experienced and have been at this level a long time. You do not have much to lose because you have got such a big platform and such influence – particularly in the men’s game. I was disappointed, therefore, not to see the captains wearing those armbands after all.

I do not want to sound like the moral police here and I can appreciate that players picking up bans would be a concern for the national federations involved. Indeed the main problem for me was not the players, but Fifa’s handling of the situation in the first place. They have known about this plan to wear the armbands for months but waited until the day before England’s first game to threaten teams with sporting sanctions, which is unfair.

The Germany players’ response before their match against Japanwas fantastic. They are really showing unity and true allyship with their brave decision to say that this situation is not OK. Something so simple as just covering their mouths sent out a very powerful message alongside the statement released by the German FA. With no Sweden at the World Cup, they have just gained a new fan in me.

Another team that I have felt so much admiration for this week is Iran for their decision not to sing their national anthem before the England match. It was extremely powerful and brave. I was so impressed by that.

I know how powerful football can be and I would like it to be a force for good. Instead I’ve seen on my social media these clips of people over in Qatar being asked to remove items with rainbows on them. I think it is insane to describe the rainbow flag as a political statement. I understand they have to be wary about ideological messages but for me the rainbow represents human rights and respect for one another rather than politics. Instead we have had Fifa and Qatar deciding what is political. The fact that Fifa are saying rainbow-coloured items are now allowed in stadiums is a positive sign. If we raise our voices loudly enough, change can happen.

Of course, it does not help that there are other big reasons for frustration over Qatar as hosts, starting with the voting process when this World Cup was awarded. The fact that there were bribes opened a lot of questions. Perhaps those of us who love football are naive but I do not want to think money will rule football forever. A lot of people – players, fans, media – genuinely think this has gone too far and when I hear Gianni Infantino, the Fifa president, defend that decision so robustly, it does undermine his credibility. It was a ridiculous speech that he gave last week about feeling gay and disabled. I cannot believe they thought it was a good idea. I just thought, “Wow, you are really not reading the room”.

That said, I did understand his point about the hypocrisy of western societies giving out moral lessons given our history of colonisation. I can appreciate that change happens at different speeds in different places. I am all for discussion and it may be that things are changing in Qatar. Each country has its context and comparisons are not always easy. Yet it still leaves me outraged that being gay in a country can put you in prison and seeing how migrant workers have been treated.

Going back to my first point about my interest in this World Cup, I have certainly learned so much about that part of the world because of it. Journalists have done a great job of using Qatar 2022 as an opportunity to educate people about the situation in that region and I really do believe that anybody who follows this tournament should try to know something about the context. Personally, I have enjoyed reading about it and am much better informed now. Hopefully that goes for others too

[bitchking-of-angmar]

Cont from the tags of the previous post:

It’s so fascinating to me how different people approach roleplaying in so vastly different ways.

I have been playing DnD in different iterations for uh. 14 years now and I have never read a single DnD rule book. I skimmed a couple, I need to check them every time I roll a new character, but that’s pretty much it. I don’t own a single one.

The longer I think about it, I think what bothers me about a lot of rules in DnD especially is that they break my immersion. Good roleplay to me is able to catch my flimsy attention span 100%. It will give me a real, genuine, physical reaction to what is happening in the story. A lot of the rules feel like an intrusive user interface that limits your creativity and options with creative problem solving.

I think that is why I dread classic combat so much as well. Feels like you just saw the most heart wrenching beautiful Final Fantasy cutscene only to be thrown into 2hrs of almost fully automated pixelated Diablo 1: The Board Game edition. It bores me to death. There is little to no imagining going on, few chances for creative input, a LOT of math (which I am not very good at and kind of ashamed about) and depending on your group size, you can just zone out for ~15min until it is your turn again. And what happens on your turn? Oh, you missed both of your attacks? Tough luck. Wait for another 15min to try again. 

My ADHD brain cannot handle that. I will start pacing around the room or check my phone or make an excuse to leave early because that’s the antithesis of engagement and fun to me.

My ideal roleplaying game would throw 90% of rules out of the window. The only combat is the one you roleplay. No floor plan, no stats, no miniatures, maybe not even dice rolls. Just y’all hallucinating shit collectively and negotiating that space as equals. Maybe there is one person that is a narrator, maybe not. I’m so fucking serious when I say I just want to play playground make belief with people.

In that sense the Rule Lawyer would be my natural enemy. That does not mean that I cannot peacefully co-exist with them in a group setting though. Experienced players that are very well versed with the rules of their respective systems can help make rule enforcement more consistent and reduce group conflict, while having someone like me in your party will lead to unhinged roleplay that keeps people on their feet. Again, it’s all about communicating needs and expectations. 

DnD for example consists of both rule based mechanics and roleplay. To me, if you throw out the roleplay and only play strictly by the rules, you have a below average boardgame that barely benefits from being played with other people. You might as well just enjoy those mechanical aspects with a computer. If you throw out the mechanics fully you get highly insane fantasy improv theatre, which also isn’t everyone’s tea (but exactly what I have been craving all my life please if you know how I can get this CALL ME IMMEDIATELY I AM AT MY LIMIT).

[bouquins]

love at first check: a tale (pt. four)

I | II | III

Oh, look, an update!  I hope you enjoy! :) 

To say Alice lost her mind when I told her what had happened would be an understatement. A more exact description would be that she was temporarily braindead for nearly a minute before spurring herself back to life, spitting out the beer she had been drinking for good measure.  

“When you said, ‘we need an emergency meeting’, I thought it was because you saw someone get murdered someone or something, not to tell me that apparently your chess friend or whatever is actually one of the hottest players in the fucking NFL. This is—is—absolutely fucking insane!” Alice paces along the floor of my studio apartment, muttering more expletives to herself than me at this point.  

“Well, would you rather I did see a murder?” I respond, taking a sip from my own beverage at my desk, still looking over the tabs of ‘intelligence gathering’ Alice and I have now opened on my laptop in order to gain more information on what on earth I have just gotten myself into.  

Alice snaps out of her state and frowns at me. “Obviously not. But at least that would just involve a police report and not, you know, planning five months in advance to meet an incredibly famous person and his equally famous teammates. I’m not even you, and this is infinitely more stressful!” She flops down into the seat next to mine and rubs her face with her hands. She narrows her eyes at me before taking a sip of her beer and says, “Honestly, you should be much more freaked out about this than I am.” I only roll my eyes in response and look at my screen, making sure to memorize the facts and figures of the Bengals roster.  

“I already did the hand waving freak out before you got here, thank you very much.”  

“Good, so that means we can focus on the important stuff: not looking like an idiot.” Alice points at the roster on the website. “Can’t show up as his date and be a complete dumbass who doesn’t know anything about sports-ball or what his favorite color is—what is Joe’s favorite color, by the way?” She turns, her finger now pointing towards me with a mischievous grin on her face.  

“Blue,” I respond at once, which makes Alice’s grin even wider. “Oh, come on! It’s not a date. He would have said so if it was!”  

Alice, not impressed with my protest, continues. “Pretty sure it is, Caoimhe. Guys don’t just ask to ‘meet up’ without a reason, especially if he’s never met you before. Don’t be surprised if he asks you to come up to his hotel for some strip chess.” Alice gives a good impression of a leer, waggling her eyebrows up and down.  

I glower and take a long swig from my beer while I process Alice’s statement. While glib, she does have a point. All things being equal, if she had told me she was in the exact situation I’m in, of course I would make the same assumption. Of course I’d tell her that Joe—or whomever—is likely looking to get some action. Even so, I can’t help but be bothered by this conjecture.  I shake my head in disagreement. “I don’t think that’s in the cards but thank you for the encouragement.”

“Whatever you say, Caoimhe, but keep a condom or two on you just in case—how big do you think he is?”  

Alice was about to say more, but a swift face full of pretzels shut her up.  

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Strangely enough, the following chess meetups between Joe and I become more relaxed than our earlier sessions. If anything, he was more jovial, if it’s even possible. I suppose when one reveals one’s not-so-secret-and-actually-pretty-cool identity, there’s nowhere to go but up in one’s interpersonal relationships. Conversations turned more towards our own mundane activities. Joe regaled upon his surprisingly complex routine: meals, practice, exercises, and tactics preparations that were more akin to a Pentagon wargame than what I imagined a football match even needed.  Naturally, this included the schedule for future games in the upcoming season—and one game in particular kept creeping into our conversations.  

“Joe, stop worrying about the Ravens! You’ll beat them like you did last year, and the year before, and the year before that...” I honestly want to throttle the man out of this obsession. “Honestly, you probably need to focus more on improving your ELO than those guys—your streak has gone to shit!”  

Joe shrugs at the screen and chuckles. “Some of us have just have a bad one, Caoimhe,” he tries to assure me, but the distracted look in his eyes does little to convince me otherwise.  

“Well, you’d better shape up before you come out here—I don’t want to beat you in under ten moves,” I tease.  Joe’s eyes widen at my remark, and a smile slowly appears on his face.  

“Well, now that you’ve reminded me, I guess I do need to up my game if I’ll be in the presence of a chess goddess,” Joe chuckles. “Speaking of,” he continues, “know any good chess spots in Baltimore?”

“I know the perfect place,” I smile, “but you’ll have to try to be a bit inconspicuous, considering it’s in broad daylight and all. No Cartier glasses!” I wag a finger at him, and Joe only rolls his eyes.  “Seriously though, you might get hustled right of your clothes if you’re not careful!”  

“Wandering around nude in Baltimore doesn’t sound pleasant,” Joe concedes with a chuckle, but I feel the heat rise in my face at the mention of such a thing. Between Alice’s needling and my own anxieties, I’ve done my best to not ruminate any further on any sort of hanky-panky between us.  Joe’s comment isn’t helping with that.  

I cough and try not to sputter the rest of my tea onto my monitor. “Yeah, it would be,” I mumble, looking into my cup to hide my redness. If I get upset this easily now, how on earth am I going to deal with this later?  

Before I can ponder this any longer, Joe and I are interrupted by his phone alarm going off, signaling his need to sign off and go on one of his many exercise regimens.  

“Well, looks like we’ll have to talk about wandering around Baltimore in various stages of undress later,” I joke (or am I?). 

“Oh, definitely,” Joe winks, and if he didn’t log right after I’m pretty sure I would have been petrified into silence. I definitely need to get sorted out before we meet in meat-space. I’m not the goddess of chess for nothing.

[graftisms]

BEACH HUT CONFESSIONALS 09: JOSHUA VARGAS DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

what are your thoughts on max & dejan’s exit last night? why didn’t you vote for them?

“ one of them fucked my girl and the other one fucked my face up... though i guess i share some of the blame in the latter, ”   he smiles sheepishly, and after getting a look from a producer,   “ —i was defending myself !   that guy was a psycho, he should’ve been out of here days ago. good fucking riddance to them both. ”

how are you feeling about the start of casa amor?

“ pretty bad timing for me, personally. i don’t really know where i stand with jenny, and i definitely don’t know where i stand with naomi, so to not to get to have those conversations before being thrown into a villa with a bunch of new girls sucks a lot. not to mention all my friends being in the other villa, except for marcus, who will probably spend the whole time getting laid and spying on me for naomi. i don’t know, at least it’s a change of scenery. ”

are there any new islanders that have caught your attention? who?

“ is that a serious question ? ”   he laughs.   “ let’s see :   there’s the dallas cowboys cheerleader, the field hockey player. there’s mali, which... she’s going to be trouble, i can already tell. it’s also great to see layla again, i feel like she’s one of the biggest highlights of casa. i've always got along well with her, so it’ll be nice to have someone else in my corner. i really like that miles guy too, honestly, though it being him and all these girls... he’s so brave for having to stay away from them. they’re all so hot, it’s insane. ”

are there any new islanders you don’t see yourself vibing with?

“ i don’t think valerie likes me very much, for whatever reason. said i’m not her type, though i don’t know if i believe that. it’s a blessing in disguise, even if she’s hot. i can handle one less bombshell trying to get with me. ”

do you think that your head could be turned?

“ uh, i don’t really know, honestly. i think the better question is should i get my head turned or not ?   obviously jenny and i have been really good, but finding out she slept with max kind of changed things for me, i don’t know. or maybe it’s the timing of that happening around the time naomi and i had that talk last night. i’ve been trying to give jenny a real shot, but i don’t think we want the same things. and honestly ?   i don’t see her head not turning, as long as there are guys that are interested in her there. but naomi... maybe i’m getting my hopes up, because she’s done this to me before, but last night when we were talking, she kind of made it seem like i still had a shot there. and if i do, i want to take it. but y’know, now i won’t see her for a week and who knows what she’s doing there. i’m sure she has a line of suitors or whatever, knowing her. and that’s ignoring the dylan of it all, so... who knows what’s going to happen there. i’ll try to keep an open mind with these bombshells, but i also don’t want to do anything that could potentially screw things up with her, even if i don’t really owe her anything right now. ”   a pause.   “ sorry, did i even answer the question ? ”

what do you think your ‘other half’ is up to in the other villa right now? how are you feeling about them?

josh shifts uncomfortably in his seat. it’s a lot easier to talk about naomi than it is jenny.   “ like i said, she’s probably replacing me with some new guy. and you know what, good for her. we weren’t together very long, and i know i’ve done some questionable shit while with her, so she deserves better. but i still care about her, you know ?   i hate the way we left things, and i’m sure she’s probably equally upset about it. so... yeah, it kind of sucks. i just wish we had more time together. ”

[saviorfoxowlis]

N:Era: Call of the Wild Part 1: Red Block Letters

Slaughterhound Studios presents:

N:Era: Call Of The Wild

Chapter 1: Red Block Letters.

Between forest and field a wooden "DO NOT ENTER" sign stood, each letter sloppily painted in crimson. Wind brushed past this notice, ruffling the dandelions and dewed grass of the meadow. Within the field, a hyena and a weasel played cards on a tree stump. Other animals surrounded them to observe the next qualifier of the Towers tournament.

Beads of sweat dripped from the hyena's forehead, as audience members whispered amongst each other. Her dire blood blessed the quadruped with opposable thumbs, which she used to fan her cards. She fixated on her cards then eyed her opponent before focusing back on her cards.

"Take your turn, Lilu. We have, like, three minutes left on the clock," the red weasel said, adjusting in her seat.

A rush of adrenaline flowed as Lilu declared, "For the tournament! Queen of Fangs will engage in combat-"

"And I play my Instant, Reverser. Reverser stops the combat, inflicts damage equal to your fighter's Strength. Game, set, match."

Lilu's mouth dropped as everyone else cheered. "Second match, now!"

Raising an eyebrow, Rosod leaned back and said, “No.”

"Come on. I need the points."

Rosod said, "How do I say this politely? Oh right, I can't. No as in no."

Lilu slumped back, as a red and black coyote-wolf told Lilu, "You can face me instead."

"You won't provide points, Ahmond," Lilu said, resting her cheek on the stump. "You're not a good player."

Ahmond puffed her cheeks.

Rosod hummed. "Well, guess I'm going to be qualifying for the yearly Towers tournament. Suppose you two will be at my side, as my cheerleaders... again?"

Rolling her eyes, Lilu sat upright. "You know this is my last shot. Like for real, my last, last shot. There's nothing left."

"Aw, don't give up, there’s always next year," Ahmond said, patting Lilu's back.

"No, really, I can't. My mom's been clear that this Summer she's going to train me to be a proper queen." The princess thought about some of the wars she had with her mother, usually with her mother guilting her and shaming her for how she was horrible to have as offspring.

"Summer's a couple of months away," Ahmond said. "Maybe you can try in Spring?"

Lilu snorted. "Uh, you do realize the tournament takes place at the same time each year, right? Like, not until next Winter."

Ahmond shrugged. "I moved here last year, so maybe I don't understand all the traditions yet."

Rosod said, "I'd presume you... Never mind." Ahmond began to speak, but Rosod clamped her mouth shut with a paw. "I said never mind."

As an empty chill filled Lilu, she mumbled, "I wish my life were different."

Ahmond asked, "Different how?"

"I wish," Lilu said, as she stared out to the woods. Almost an impenetrable fortress of undergrowth, full of Wilders, and mystery. "I wish I could just run away. Life is getting hard, and I just want a place to run off to where no one will bother me, or ask me to deal with all these insane rules. Everybody cheered when I lost."

"They were cheering for Rosod," Ahmond said.

"Yeah sure."

Ahmond frowned, and asked, "Why are you so upset? Did something happen at home again?"

Lilu thought to earlier when she had talked with her mother. The pink hyena didn’t even stare into her eyes as she had walked into the room.

"Lilu, I heard you weren't training. You really need to start thinking about your future."

"I've been a little more focused on preparing for a tournament, Mom."

"Of course, this is all about this silly card game. Either you need to get help, or I need to start taking those cards away."

Staring through the window, Lilu asked, "Overreaction much?" She hid her deck anyway.

"You play that game several times a day, several hours a day."

"I play maybe thirty minutes," Lilu said.

"Do your work."

"Yeah, because that's what I need: To learn all about etiquette and get the training to be the future queen and all that. Such as learning about the lady-like way to sniff a bum."

"Sorry for giving you opportunities. I guess I'm just the worst mother in the world." She stormed off.

Lilu left a minute later. After all, her mom would throw a fit, and pretend like she was deeply hurt by the conversation. As she walked down the hallway, she heard her ranting about how she was an ungrateful child, and if only she could act like a normal daughter.

Drifting to the present moment, Lilu saw the sign covered in red block letters: DO NOT ENTER.

"Before people lived in cities, they lived in nature. Life was simpler a few thousand years ago. You woke up, scratched your butt against the nearest log, hunted for food, and slept. Be the easiest place to restart."

"Riiiight. You get on that," Rosod said. She stretched her back, and popped several joints. Some onlookers paid attention, but none took Lilu seriously.

"None of them care," Lilu said and slumped again.

Rosod said, "To be fair, this is the fourth time you've mentioned running away. This week."

The turmoil rose in her as she said, "Then tonight. The three of us stroll down into the woods, and we all run away, if only for a night. No rules, no regulations."

Rosod said, "No way. Right, Ahmond?"

Lilu pleaded with her eyes, disabling Ahmond's ability to say no. "Y-"

Rosod closed Ahmond's mouth again. "She's not joining you either."

Ahmond removed her jaw from Rosod's grasp and shot her a glare. Ahmond said, "Lilu, you can't, you know, you can't go over the sign. Those are the rules."

The rejection hit Lilu, and she almost snapped, but she knew convincing Ahmond required finesse. Lilu walked over to the placard, examined the block letters, and stroked her chin while sitting in a mock wise pose, before tapping her skull thrice. Her face brightened, before she carefully, very carefully - she paused to look both ways - placed the tip, the very tip, of a claw over the limits.

She pulled her arm back. "Oh no. Gee. I almost died, just one more step, and I would have been a goner."

Ahmond bared fangs and Rosod laughed while pointing at the coywolf.

"C'mon. I'm giving you two a choice when night hits. You go home and live the rest of your lives unhappy, or you come with me."

"My life's not unhappy," Ahmond said.

"You're literally going to work at an Ice Cream Shop for the rest of your life.”

Ahmond's ears flattened. "That's not, I'm not... I'm happy with my substandard life!"

Rosod nodded. "Mm-hm. Anyway, I have a major math test tomorrow, and while getting lost in the woods and eaten would give me an excuse not to go to school and retake the test, I think I'd rather take the B." She cracked her knuckles and strolled away.

Lilu clenched her teeth and said, "You wimp, you have no sense of adventure!”

"You won't last a day," she called out, "I bet 10 Drakold."

Ahmond's mouth watered. Her tail wiggled.

Lilu turned, only for Ahmond to put paws on her shoulders. "10 Drakold is a lot of money, Lilu," Ahmond said, in a measured, calm tone. "Think about all the gumballs you can buy with that much money."

"Er, a lot," Lilu said and shrugged, "but there are better ways to use that money."

Ahmond blinked. "If I go with you, will you give me half?"

Staring into Ahmond's admittedly adorable eyes, Lilu thought, if she dies, Mosor's going to beat me like a cake.

"I'm a rich princess. You can have all the cash."

Ahmond cheered, as Lilu gained one acquaintance.

***

Nighttime wasn't late in the Winter, so no one questioned when Ahmond and Lilu stayed behind, assuming they hadn't overheard Lilu threatening to run away.

Lilu peered into the infinite darkness of the woods, wondering if her species had nocturnal behaviors. Well, she'd learn quickly in the wild. No rules, no manners, no etiquette. Just survival.

“When do we leave?” Ahmond asked.

"I was waiting for a sign," Lilu said.

"The sign says don’t go."

Resisting the urge to smack Ahmond, Lilu said, "Never mind, I'm ready." As she came closer to the limits, heat filled her head, and she questioned her decision. She put her first paw over the imaginary line. Then the next paw. Then the last two paws afterward.

Relief washed over her, as breath whooshed from her lungs. She glanced at the straggler. "Hurry up, we haven't got all day."

Ahmond squeaked and leaped to join Lilu.

Some embarrassment filled Lilu. Ahmond was able to jump over the line with seemingly no fear. "What the - no rushing, this is a moment! Go back there, and take several slow steps over, and tuck your tail."

"Why do I need to tuck my tail?"

So you look wimpier than me, Lilu thought.

"Because the forest is so wet the water might dissolve your candy butt," Lilu said.

Ahmond shot back, "Just because you're more scared than I am gives you no right to pick on me."

Those words pierced like an arrow into Lilu. "...Okay. Fine. You get awful snippy in the night." She stepped onto more wet grass, and moss.

"Like I said at the sleepover, I have a routine I follow before bed, and this is not my routine, not at all."

"That's why we're doing this," Lilu said, hopping over several tree roots. "To avoid having to follow routines or schedules."

Upon deeper entrance, the trees wrestled limbs with each other. Shade made the forest nearly pitch black, and each footfall met rocks or mud or grass. Rivers trickled, as they crossed a small creek, and under some trees. They came upon an incline of gnarled oak roots, unsteadily leading to a bush flanked by foliage.

"A bush is in the way," Ahmond said.

“No, really? Are you sure that’s not a small tree? They get real short this time of year.” Lilu pushed against the bush, as the branches raked her coat, leaving white marks. "Come on!" She trampled the leaves with great effort.

As she got over the other side, she expected Ahmond to have joined her. Instead, she was sniffing dirt and rocks.

Since she liked rocks, Lilu threw one at Ahmond to get her attention. The coywolf frowned, before jumping over.

Refocusing, Lilu advanced.

Something red flashed.

Her heartbeat quickened. "Huh?" She shook her head, and sniffed around, getting a musky scent. Pungent. A Wilder.

They barely got thirty minutes into their trip, and something was about to attack them. The hyena's ears shot up, and she scanned the shadows. Keeping herself away from unknown foes, she walked the middle of the lane, while Ahmond stuck to her side.

The trail wrapped around, and they crushed mushrooms underneath their feet, as Ahmond's breath got heavier and felt warm on Lilu's coat. As she was about to scold the coywolf for being so noisy, something brightened in her peripheral vision.

Lilu’s heart fluttered as she gasped and dropped. A flash of orange flew overhead, warming her back. The fireball hit a tree while Lilu attempted to locate the source.

Smoke curled from the base of the tree as the flames reached the canopy, and spread across the ceiling of the forest. Lilu shouted, "Who's out there? Show yourself, for the butt-kicking you're about to receive!"

A blood-red fox darted from a fern and charged.

Lilu froze for a second, before rising on her hind legs. She prepared to stomp the attacker, but she disappeared into flakes of embers.

Lilu bit her lip, while Ahmond gawked at the inferno.

The fox appeared in front of them, catching them by surprise.

The coywolf bit at her shoulder, but the fox dropped into a docile pose and uppercut Ahmond's jaw. The coywolf's teeth clicked, and she stumbled.

The fox approached Ahmond, but Lilu tackled her.

Both bounced off a dirt path, over several rocks. The stones jabbed into Lilu's side, as the fox released several yelps.

Lilu kept a good grip as they landed on soft earth. With a few grunts, she pinned the evildoer's shoulders. "Who are you?"

"You're the one invading my territory.”

She had wild, blue eyes. Lilu took her appearance in, a blood-red coat with dark blue ears and tail-tip, and realized that, despite the disgusting odor, she seemed well-groomed and well-fed. No visible ribs or anything.

"Too bad you're the one under me," Lilu said.

"Not for long."

The earth rumbled, and two stone pillars trapped Lilu's arms. She blinked, while the fox slipped from underneath her grasp.

As the hyena struggled, the fox stood by her backside. "There's only one punishment fit for someone who trespasses like you two!"

As Lilu realized she was prone, she yanked with all her might, almost dislocating her arm in the process.

The fox rubbed her paws together, sparks flying from them. The tunnel blazed in the background.

Then, the fox slapped Lilu's rump.

Lilu's eyes widened before the fox kept the process going. Jets of flames came from the backs of her paws as she unleashed a huge volley of spanks.

Screaming, shrieking, yelping, and yipping, Lilu yanked even harder than she probably physically should, straining her muscles, as she felt her bottom burn.

The fox stopped at a thousand spanks, leaving a burning butt in her wake.

"Now for the finale." The blaze from the tunnel swarmed over to the fox's rear, forming eight new tails. She jumped into the air, reaching full ascension when a bubble engulfed her.

Lilu gawked at the source, a cobalt blue fox. She almost thanked her, before the fox spat two more bubbles and trapped them.

The blue fox shook her head. "Cyras."

"No, we're not Kyra's," Ahmond said.

"That's my name," the blood-red fox said, slanting her eyes.

"You're going to let us out of here right now!" Lilu said, pounding on the walls, "got that? Or else, my mother will-"

Before she finished her sentence, the bubble floated farther into the air.

Lilu scratched at the surface, while everyone below shrunk to ant-size

"That bubble is unpoppable lass," the blue fox said. "You’re going to the sun."

Lilu's eyes bulged from her skull. She screamed. "Come on! You can't be real." The ground became distant. "Fine, please, please release me!"

"If you want.”

The bubbles popped. The three fell, with Lilu's impact sounding like a bomb dropped. While her butt still hurt from the slaps, Lilu didn’t feel searing agony. Instead, she felt something soft underneath her rear, and she saw Ahmond. "Thanks," Lilu said and stood, allowing the coywolf to re-inflate her lungs.

Cyras asked, "Are we going to kill them now?"

Lilu and Ahmond flinched.

The alpha chuckled at her friend, and said, "We're not killing any civics, lest they families be on us like sharks on chum. However, you still all owe me an explanation... Civics?"

"Civics?" Lilu asked. "Is that supposed to be some sort of derogatory term for those of us arriving from civilization, like Wysdom?" Lilu shook her head, her mane flying all over. "That's just rude."

"I can make a new bubble."

"I'm good."

With a flick of her brush, Ryvoh said, "Cyras, bring our prisoners with us."

Cyras saluted. "Aye aye, Captain Ryvoh!"

As the prisoner transportation went underway, Ahmond whispered to Lilu, "Ryvoh does the sea talk, but Cyras won't."

"Yeah, so?"

"No one in the wild speaks like that, or they shouldn't because that dialect comes from civilization and towns. Notice how she moves."

Cyras kept low, while Ryvoh took measured steps forward. "Erm... Like a fox?"

"Cyras slinks around, however Ryvoh takes longer, more prideful strides. Cyras' walking pattern is more of someone who's used to hiding, meanwhile Ryvoh's pattern is more someone who's used to showing their presence off."

"And I’m limping, and can barely breathe because Cyras almost broke a rib.”

“Basically,” Ahmond said, "Ryvoh's totally from Wysdom, and Cyras has never even been there before. You can even smell the conditioner of Oceania, which uses..." Ahmond listed ingredients that could be found in the wild, but Lilu lost the plot halfway through.

"Uh, so Ryvoh's from Wysdom?"

"And Cyras is not," Ahmond concluded.

The trees gave way to a field with a hole in the ground. "This is my den," Ryvoh said. "You can all remain here, for the night, and then you all have to return home."

Lilu frowned. She intended to stay away from Wysdom, however, better keep the peace while she had to.

Ryvoh walked off.

"Where are you going?" Lilu asked, hiding her glee.

"I walk at night," Ryvoh said. "Cyras, keep guard."

The younger fox sat at the entrance hole and bristled her fur. A field of tulips laid to her left.

As Ryvoh left over the horizon, Lilu said, “Look, I don't want to go back to my mother, so just let us go."

"Why would I?"

"Do you know how hard civilized living is?" Lilu asked. "We have schools, and clubs, and all this social stuff. We are all bound by certain laws and rules. We don't have the freedom to be ourselves, or do what we want because society would call you a pariah."

Cyras leaned forward. “So you can all play together, without fear of territorial disputes?”

Since she missed the point, Lilu continued with, "I have to learn how to bake bread-"

"Bread?"

Lilu said, "Basically, bread is ground-up wheat. You grind the wheat up and make something you can eat. And sometimes you put stuff on this, sweet stuff, to make cakes, or put sweet stuff inside to make pies."

Cyras licked her teeth, as she stared in the direction they came. "I'm sorry for your 'suffering', but I'd rather not get bubbled by Ryvoh."

Lilu growled but tucked her tail.

Ahmond grinned nervously. "At least we're still alive."

Lilu stared at Ahmond, making the coywolf retreat. As Ahmond huddled in a corner, she said, "Just saying."

The plan failed.

***

Ryvoh took the three away in the morning, despite her need for sleep.

Cyras sat in the empty den, still filled with the perfumed scents of Ahmond and Lilu. They were different. Big framed, well-fed, sickly sweet-smelling, and more like Ryvoh instead of wilders.

Something about the familiarity of the scents bothered Cyras, as she wondered about how much Ryvoh knew about civilization - for the blue fox only told her to stay away at all costs.

Ryvoh kept secrets from her, not even mentioning the basics of bread. And when someone is limited in worldview, they don't know what questions to ask. She never knew to ask about bread or other types of food.

Now she knew. She wanted to taste bread and go to a club. Sniffing the scents of the two, she pursued their trails. Sure, Ryvoh could track her scent and might encounter her, but Cyras would say she was just following Ryvoh.

Plus, this was only for a day.

[imeoun]

I started playing valo last year but very inconsistent ako kasi sometimes it would take me months to play another game again or even open it. But damn i have encountered so many toxic players both men and women. It’s so much worse when it’s a woman who’s being toxic kasi we’re both women pero the other one is trying to make me feel bad just because of a game like it’s insane. Some men are equally exhausting cause the amount of sexism, sexual harassment, even rape jokes that they say over a freaking game. Super nakakadrain and to think not many people stand up against it just because they don’t feel or see the need to. Valorant eventually brought out the toxicity in me like it’s so bad. I used to just simply mute those kind of people or at least show a little bit of kindness kasi i used to think na maybe they’re just having a bad game or day in general but no, some people are actually terrible. It’s their nature. I eventually became toxic to those who are toxic towards me lmao even worse i say extremely rude things which is so unnatural of me but i guess that’s what happens when you encounter plenty of shitty people. You become one hahaha

[kkyaka]

You’re Still Here?

Summary: There’s no way this insanely attractive baseball player likes you. Right?

Pairing: Sero Hanta x black!fem!reader

Warnings: college!au, quirkless!au, virgin!reader, baseball player!Sero, reader is a little insecure and doubtful, suggestiveness, Denki annoying Sero, PDA, Sero is really touchy, he also has a tongue pierce and an ear piercing, mentions of virginity, smut (18+!!), loss of virginity, penetrative sex, fingering (f), oral (f+m), some angst thrown in there, fluff at the end

Word Count: 11,669 (i- y’all)

A/N: Repost! This also has to be one of my favorite fics that I’ve written, and if you didn’t already know, Sero is my husband

Your first encounter with Sero Hanta was what you would probably consider normal. Accidentally running into him at the student union while you were heading to class. Pretty normal, happens often, right?

What you found not so normal was that you kept running into him.

The campus was pretty huge, and you didn't really think that your chances of running into him were that high. And you're pretty sure you saw him wearing a baseball shirt, making you assume he was on the team for your school (which was correct), so it's not like he had a ton of free time.

But despite all of that, he always somehow found you. But by the third encounter, you couldn't really find it in yourself to particularly care. For one, he was really cute. Scratch that, really hot. You're pretty sure when you first ran into him, you stopped breathing.

The piercings adorning his tongue and his ear only add fuel to the fire, along with the fact that he fits out his clothes like nobody's business. (You've definitely fantasized about his thighs more times than you will admit). But besides that very eye-appreciating fact, he's really nice.

He's made you laugh so hard that you're stomach's hurt, you've both have had very good conversations on just about every last one of your interests, and he's pretty smart, so he's helped you out with homework in some of your classes.

You want to call him a friend, but you know that you don't want that, and every time you think about it, you shake the thoughts out of your head. He's way out of your league, and there's no way he'd be into you. That's what you keep telling yourself, but Sero doesn't make it any easier for you. He's a very touchy person, and it wouldn't bother you so much if it didn't fuel your feelings for him even more.

You've known each other for about a couple of weeks, but you've come to the conclusion that somebody must think you're dating because of his actions.

There's a spot that you found on campus, a pretty secluded courtyard that only gets a few people every now and then. You've spread out your blanket on the grass, and you were working on your notes, but now you're reading a book that you've meaning to start.

You bop to the music filling your ears through your headphones, your head resting on your backpack, and you frown when suddenly the sunlight is being blocked. You look up, scoffing softly when you see Sero standing over you, and you take an earbud out. "You're blocking my light," you chide.

"Sorry," he responds, a small smirk on his face, but he's making no move to get out of your way. "What're doing?"

"Reading. I'm giving my hand a break," you explain, nodding towards the notebooks next to you.

"Mind if I join?" he asks, and you shake your head as you start to move the stuff next to you, but you pause momentarily when you hear his backpack hit the ground next to you, and the next thing you know he's on his knees by your legs.

"What are you doing?" you ask suddenly in surprise, and he starts to spread your legs apart, and he lays down, his upper half almost equal with yours as his arms wrap around your thighs.

"Using you as a pillow," he responds like it's nothing. "Is that okay?" He lifts his head up to look at you when he asks, and even though your heart is now racing, you nod your head. He gives you that smile that literally makes you melt before he lays his head back down, sighing heavily as he closes his eyes.

"You couldn't just lay next to me?" you question with a laugh, and he doesn't look at you as he shakes his head.

"Nope. Practice kicked my ass this morning, and you're really comfortable."

"Thank you?" you quip, and he smiles, his eyes still closed.

"You're welcome. And now if you don't mind, I'm gonna take a nap," he concludes, his breathing starting to even out, and you chuckle softly as you go back to reading, your hand eventually finding its way into his hair, your fingers lightly carding through it.

When your nails graze over the back of his neck, you feel him shudder before he groans softly, and you raise your eyebrows as you lower your book. "Don't do that," he mumbles, but his voice is firm, feeling it vibrate against you.

"Do what?" You're confused, and you do it again, which causes him to react the same way.

"That," he groans, and you bite your lip as you do it again with more force this time. "Keep it up and I'll take you right here." Your eyes widen slightly as your legs subconsciously tighten around him, and he hums lowly at your reaction as he smirks.

"So, this is who you've been ditching us for." Your head snaps towards the voice, and you hear Sero sigh, but he doesn't open his eyes. Your eyes land on a redhead and a yellow-haired guy, but neither of them looks familiar.

"What do you guys want?" Sero sighs, annoyance in his voice, and you find yourself looking between Sero and the guys standing above you.

"We wanted to know where you've been. And now that I know..." It's the yellow-haired guy that's speaking, and you notice that his lip starts to quiver as he holds his hand over his heart. "I thought I was the one you loved, Sero."

Hanta rolls his eyes as you laugh beside yourself, having a hard time stifling it. "Cut him some slack, Denki. At least he had the courage to finally--"

"Don't finish that, Kirishima." He cuts him off quickly, making you wonder what he was going to say.

"Mind if we sit?" Kirishima asks.

"Absolutely not. Go away," Sero counters just as you were about to move your stuff, and you scoff, moving it anyway. "But, baby," he starts, lifting his head up to look at you, and you tilt your head slightly, your eyebrows raised.

"They're your friends, Hanta. It's fine." Your voice sounds like you're scolding a little kid, and you can hear Denki and Kirishima laughing as they sit down. "Do you guys play, too?" you ask, turning to them.

"Yeah, we do," Denki answers with a nod, but then he's quickly speaking again. "But I do have a question for Sero." You see Sero frown, a soft smile playing on your lips as you wait for what he's going to say. "What'd you do, man?" Both of you have a lost look on your faces at the question, but he keeps going. "You pay her? Offered to do her homework? Cause there's no way you managed to get someone this pretty."

"Fuck off, Kaminari." You find yourself snorting in surprise at his words, feeling your face grow warm as Sero tries to hit his teammate.

The whole time they're sitting with you and Sero, you find yourself talking more to them than they are to Sero. You expected him to maybe move away from you or sit up, but he stays on you, keeping his arms wrapped around your legs. He even turns his head away from them and actually falls asleep, but none of you pay attention to him as your hand finds its way back into his hair.

"Is he giving you drugs?" Denki tries.

"No, he's not," you answer with a laugh, and Denki scoffs as he shakes his head.

"I'm gonna figure it out," he mumbles, making you huff quietly as Kirishima rolls his eyes. You watch him check his phone, and he lightly taps Sero on the back.

"Wake up, man, we gotta go," he says, standing up, but if he hears him, he doesn't move, and Denki whines.

"I don't wanna watch film," he complains but gets up anyway.

"Says the person who needs to watch it the most," Kirishima counters, and Denki releases a dramatic gasp. You turn back to Sero, who's still laying on you, and you shake him gently. "Sero, you gotta go."

"Don't wanna." You barely catch it, but you let your head fall momentarily when you hear it, and he whines when you start to move, grabbing onto whatever part of you he can.

"I've got a lecture in fifteen," you tell him, and he basically weighs you down as you stand up, almost falling down in the process as he hangs onto you.

"Sero, let the poor girl go. You can see her later," Kirishima reasons, and Sero yawns as he stretches while he waves his friends off.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." He slips his backpack on, and Denki's about to say something when Kirishima wraps his arm around him, forcibly turning him around as they start to walk away.

"It was nice meeting you," Kirishima tells you over a grumbling Denki, and you smile widely as you give him a small wave.

"Yeah, you too."

Sero helps you put your stuff back in your bag and helps you fold the blanket before handing it to you. "When does your lecture end?"

"Three. It's in the only brick building on this side of campus." He steps closer to you as you raise an eyebrow. "Why? Picking me up after?" you joke, both of you chuckling softly.

"If that's okay, yeah," he responds with a small nod, and then there's yelling coming from his friends, and he rolls his eyes as he sighs. "I'll see you at three."

And then he's planting a kiss on your forehead before jogging towards them.

"It's nice."

"Thanks." You close the door behind you as Sero looks around your apartment, and you wish you would stop being so fucking nervous, but when he asked if you could go back to your place, you didn't know what to expect.

You guide him to your room, setting your bag against the wall as you take your shoes off, trying to find ways to get your heart rate down. You flop down face first on your bed before turning your head to the side, watching Sero do the same thing you did.

"I'm so tired," you groan, which is partially true, the yawn that follows your words helping the credibility of your statement. You flip over on your side when you feel the bed dip next to you, and you scoot back to give him room. He lays down next to you, holding his arm out, and you easily move into him, trying your best to conceal the deep inhale you do when his cologne hits your nostrils.

His arm wraps loosely around you, and you look at him to see him looking right at you, and it makes you jump back slightly. The look in his eyes is something you can't decipher, and he starts to run his hand over your back. "How tired are you?"

You hum for a second as you pretend to think. "Depends. Why?"

"Because I really want to kiss you right now."

Your mouth drops open in surprise for a split second, feeling your face heating up. "Is that okay?"

You nod as you swallow heavily. "Yeah, it is," you respond, your voice quiet.

His lips meet yours softly, almost like he's giving you a chance to pull away if you want to, but you don't, pushing your lips closer to his as your hand moves into his hair. You feel him smirk against your lips, the action immediately followed by his tongue swiping against your lower lip.

You easily let him in, his hand coming up to rub over the soft skin under your shirt, the motion making your skin go warm. He starts to move his hand down towards your jeans, and that's when your legs tense around him, your hand shooting out to grab his wrist, and he pulls away with a frown.

"Is this not okay?" he asks, and you hesitate before shaking your head.

"No, it's--" You cut yourself off, looking anywhere but at him, and fucking hell, your face is on fire. "It's just...I've done stuff before, but I've never done it," you admit pitifully, waiting for him to scoff at you, belittling you before he gets up and leaves, and you put your hands over your face.

"So?" he responds, and you move your fingers, looking at him between them. "Is that what you wanna do right now?"

You pull your hands away as you shyly shake your head, curling into yourself to the best of your ability. "Okay. We don't have to go all the way," he says, and you raise your eyebrows. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he states, and you feel yourself relax, not even realizing you had terribly tensed up.

"Are you okay with that?"

"I'm okay as long as you are," he answers, the smile on his face making you feel so much better. "Do you wanna keep going?" You nod quickly, your smile matching his with a reserved look. "Can I touch you?" he asks, chuckling when you huff as you roll your eyes.

"You're already doing that, Sero." He leans down closer, his nose brushing against yours, that smirk back on his face.

"I gotta hear you say it," he whispers, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Yes, Sero, you can touch me," you consent, and he's looking between your eyes for any sign of uncertainty before meeting your lips as his hand continues its course, your hand slipping from his wrist as he travels past the waistband.

He runs his fingers over your jean-covered crotch, the tense he feels from your thighs are different than the previous one, and even as he unbuttons and pulls the zipper down, he's still waiting for any sign that you don't want to keep going, but then you're lifting your hips to help him push your pants down, and his focus is on your bare legs as he drops the clothing to the floor.

You push on his head lightly, your face slightly covered by your arm. "Stop staring at me," you mutter, your face once again flaming at the attention.

"How could I? You're so pretty," he counters like you said something ridiculous, and he huffs internally when he can see the growing wet patch on your underwear. He pulls them to the side, biting his lip to stifle a groan at the sight of your glistening folds. "Shit, you gotta pretty pussy, too," he breathes, and you move your arm over your eyes as you whine at the lewd words.

You tense for a second when he runs his fingers through them, coating the digits in your slick, and he can't help but stick them in his mouth, not even bothering to hide his groan. "And you taste so fucking good. You're just the perfect package, aren't you?"

No one's ever talked to you this way, and now that you're exposed, he can definitely see that it's greatly affecting you. But he doesn't waste any more time teasing you, grabbing your leg when you try to close it as he rubs over your clit.

He slowly slides a finger in, gaging your reaction to make sure you're not uncomfortable, and he can hear you holding back, so he keeps going, pushing his whole finger in before sliding it back out. He moves it quicker, satisfied that you're getting louder, and he rubs over your hip as he adds another, that uncertain tense back in your thighs.

He hovers over you, slotting his lips with yours before he pulls away. "Relax, baby. Get out of your head," he tells you. "Let me make you feel good, okay?" You nod, your eyes having a hard time staying open, and he keeps rubbing at your hip, using his leg to hold yours back, spreading you open.

He curls his fingers, finding what he was looking for, and your back arches off the bed for a second as you let out a loud moan, the image making his dick throb in his jeans. The more he curls and speeds up his fingers, the more you start to relax. He has to press his palm into the erection straining in his jeans, wanting to focus all of his attention on you.

He uses his thumb to rub at your clit, pressing a little harder every now and then as he speeds up his fingers, your wetness starting to drip down his wrist. He leans back down over your face, his forearm braced next to your head as his nose brushes over your ear. "They ever make you feel this good? Hm?" he whispers in your ear, making you clench around his fingers, and he slides in a third, your legs starting to twitch as he continues to reach that spongy spot inside you.

Hell to the no, no one's ever made you feel this good. The best you could get was a few rubs at your clit, and they'd call it a day. You whine in frustration when you feel him slow down. "I need an answer, baby."

"No, no," you stutter as you shake your head, your hand grabbing his wrist when he picks up speed. "God, Hanta, don't stop."

If he's being honest, he could probably cum from this alone. You feel so tight, warm around his fingers, your walls clenching around them, and the only thing he can imagine is how you would feel around him. Wondering if he could make your sounds louder, make your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he releases a soft groan as his imagination runs wild.

You're moaning his name, your grip on his wrist borderline bruising, and you cum without warning, your back arching off the bed, your mouth open in a silent moan, your legs shaking as you release more slick onto the sheets under you.

When you wince at the oversensitivity, he pulls his fingers out, your chest heaving as he pushes them in his mouth, the taste of you not doing anything to help the throbbing between his legs. His nose brushes yours as he smirks, your eyes opening when he speaks.

"You okay?" he asks, and you scoff in exertion as you nod, and when he shifts, you can feel his hard-on digging into your leg.

"Yeah," you breathe, placing a hand over your chest as you catch your breath. "Do you want some help?" you question, your hand moving down to palm him, and he digs his fingers into his palm at the stimulation.

"Only if you want to," he offers, not wanting you to feel like you owe him something, but he doesn't stop you when you push him onto his back, situating yourself between his legs.

"I want to," you say, your gaze focused on the bulge in his jeans, and he rests a hand behind his head as you lightly trail your hands down his shirt, chewing your lip softly as you feel the rippling muscles through the material.

Goosebumps breaking out over his skin, his breathing starting to pick up slightly in anticipation, and his hips jolt slightly when you run your hand over his crotch before you unbutton and unzip his pants agonizingly slow. He takes a deep breath after you finally get his clothes off, his dick almost painfully hard.

You run your nails over his thighs, his stomach, everywhere but where he wants to touch him, and he groans when he feels your lips on his thighs, your teeth pulling at the skin before you suck it softly. "Damn it, baby, stop teasing me," he groans, multiple marks appearing over his skin, and the smile you respond with has him twitching.

The persona you had earlier was completely gone, making him wonder where in the hell it went. He moans in surprise when he feels your tongue lick over his balls before sliding one in your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, making him drop his head against the pillows as his eyes close.

When you lick up the precum drooling from the tip, his moan gets louder, his hands gripping the sheets beside his hips. Sweat starts to break out over his forehead as your tongue swirls around it before taking all of him in your mouth. He bucks his hips up into your mouth by accident, and he tries to apologize, but your head starts moving up and down, and he's at a loss for words.

He sits himself up on his elbow, groaning again when he meets your eyes, his lip slipping between his teeth as his eyes start to have trouble staying open. He bucks his hips again, having a hard time fighting against the heat of your mouth, his head falling back on his shoulders.

"God damn it, shit, you are so good at this," he moans, and you guide his hand to your head, which makes him lift his up. You push his further onto your head, and he gets the message instantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair, your throat relaxing, cheeks hollowing, as you place your hands on his thighs.

He moves your head up and down as his hips buck up every now and then, fucking your throat, the vibrations of your garbled moans only sending him higher. His moans are uncontrollable at this point, and he can't help it when he can see the tears running down your face, short gagging noises starting to fill the room.

He's not going to last long, the knot in his spine moments from snapping, and when he tries to pull you off, you push down on his hand, making his eyes go wide. "Baby, fuck, I'm gonna--"

You bop your head faster, and he grits his teeth as he cums, his load shooting down your throat as you take him all into your mouth. His legs twitch as you keep your mouth on him until he's pushing lightly at your forehead, finally making you relent. His limbs fall flat against the bed as he throws his arm over his forehead, and you chuckle softly as you cough lightly. "Fuck," he breathes before looking at you, watching you wipe your face before he grabs your arm. "C'mere."

He pulls you up to him, bringing you closer when he cups the back of your neck. "Good?" you prompt, your voice hoarse, and a smirk on your face before he pulls you in for a deep kiss, tasting yourselves on each other's tongue.

"Amazing," he stresses meeting your lips again, this time a little more lazily, sighing contently as you smile, making both of you laugh softly.

You're thinking way too much. Right? You groan softly as you rub a hand over your face, leaning back in the seat. What you and Sero did the other day doesn't mean anything, does it? He hasn't really mentioned it, but you haven't talked to him because he's had practice and...

You slap a hand to your forehead, making the person sitting at the end of the table glance at you in confusion.

You sucked a guy's dick, and you don't even have his number???

You groan again as you let your head fall forward, the person eventually getting up and leaving, and you would apologize, but you're too busy dealing with your inner turmoil. How in the hell did you even let that happen? Maybe it was the horniness and your post-orgasm haze that clouded your judgment. Or maybe it was clouded because of Sero. Who's really fucking hot. With amazing thighs and--

This time you drop your head to the table, flinching at the pain and the loud echo that can probably be heard by everyone in the vicinity. "What'd I tell you about studying so hard?"

You snap your head up, looking to your right to see Sero sitting next to you, dropping his backpack on the table. "You'll fry your brain," he adds as he holds out a cup in front of you.

You frown as you look at it. "What's this?" you ask, taking it.

"Smoothie. You're favorite, right?" You blink in surprise, recognizing your order, and you nod distractedly.

"Uh, yeah, it is. Thanks," you say, and he gives you a quick 'you're welcome' before scooting closer to you, looking at what's in front of you.

"You're studying so hard for economics? That class is light work," he responds, and you roll your eyes fondly.

"That's because you slack off," you chide, making him scoff playfully as he holds a hand to his chest. You laugh softly as you drink the smoothie, and you think to yourself, how did he know this was your favorite?

You jump out of your thoughts when you feel his head fall into your lap, laying in the chair next to you as his feet stay on the floor. "What're you doing?" you ask.

"Laying down," he responds plainly, not even taking his attention off of his phone.

To be completely honest, you thought he wouldn't speak to you anymore after that you both did. There's no way he's actually interested in you, right? Both of you are mostly opposites, you don't even know how he managed to notice you. You don't seem like the type of person he'd 'go' for.

Granted, you don't really know who that would be.

Maybe he's just staying around until you sleep together, and then he'll just disappear. You shake your head internally, feeling stupid. You shouldn't have told him you were a virgin. That's probably what his intention was all along, and you can't help but feel a pathetic feeling sinking in you.

It's probably all a part of his plan to lure you in, and you're falling for it. Like an idiot. You felt safe with him, making you feel comfortable and not pushing you to do anything you didn't want to do. But maybe that's how he does it; he's probably used those lines before with other girls, and you're definitely no different.

You feel something warm on your face, and you look down, realizing it's his hand. "What's wrong?" he asks, his phone resting on the table, and you shake your head, using your smoothie to help you stall for an answer.

"Nothing. I'm just really worried about this test coming," you lie, hoping it's enough to deter him, but to your dismay, it doesn't, his thumb over your cheek softly.

"That's not it," he says, and you scoff as you put on a fake smile.

"It's nothing, seriously, I'm fine," you repeat, and he sits up like he's about to press you further when a voice cuts him off.

"Really, Sero? The captain's gonna flip if you're late." It's Kirishima, and he waves at you before looking back at Sero, an annoyed look on his face. "You had all this time."

"But I have something to do," he tries, glancing at you, and Kirishima raises his eyebrows.

"And what're you gonna say to him?"

Sero groans softly as he rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry, I gotta go," he says, and you don't know if you're grateful or disheartened, but before he stands, and he holds his hand out. "Give me your phone."

You raise an eyebrow but unlock it anyway, handing it to him. He types something in, and he's handing the phone back to you and standing before Kirishima can say something else. You're looking at your phone, and he tilts your chin up, planting his lips on yours softly.

"I'll see you later, okay?" He gives you a wink before turning around, waving off whatever comment Kirishima said, but you don't even hear it, too focused on what just happened.

He's out of sight by the time you come to, and then your face is heating up as you put your face in your hands.

If it's one thing you hate, it's being confused about your feelings. Along with being played with. You decided to eat lunch outside today, hoping the good weather would help you clear your head, but so far, it's proving to be futile.

You hadn't even bothered to check your phone, trying to dive into studying to see if that would help, and you're very close to pulling your hair out. You close the textbook about to shove it in your bag when your phone pings with a text.

G.H.G.O.A.T. >I miss you :(

You frown, giving your phone an incredulous look before you type back a response.

You >Uh, who is this?

G.H.G.O.A.T >The love of your life, duh

The response is almost instant, and you shake your head.

You >Sero?

You expect a text back, but then you see your phone light up, seeing that he's calling you now, and you scoff as you answer it. "Aren't you supposed to be practicing?"

"We're in the weight room today, and I'm taking a break. Don't you miss me too?" he says, changing the subject, and you scoff softly.

"No," you joke, the smile on your face hard to get rid of as you hear him squawk indignantly.

"You're so mean to me, princess," he whines as you tap at the table with your nail.

"Are you even supposed to have your phone right now?" you ask, someone yelling in the background as you finish the question.

"Technically, no, but I'd rather talk to you, pretty girl," he responds quickly, and you hate how your face goes warm at the compliment.

"What does the acronym stand for anyway?" you ask, trying not to focus on the feelings running through your head.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Uh, no?" you respond, your eyebrow quirked.

"The greatest head giver of all time. Duh." You let out a laugh in surprise.

"I am not keeping that as your contact name," you admit, and you can hear him protest.

"I'll take the love of your life as well," he teases, making you roll your eyes, and before you can respond, someone's yelling in the background again, making Sero yell back. "I gotta go before the coach gets my ass. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah," you say, quickly shaking off the stupid smile on your face.

"Shut the hell up, Denki. I'm coming!" you hear him. "See ya later, beautiful." And then he hangs up, leaving your face warmer than it was before. But at the same time, it makes you wonder how long this is going to be going on. If his plan is to just punch your v-card, then maybe you should just get it over with.

There's no reason to delay the inevitable, but there's a part of you that doesn't think that that's his intention, which is why you're having such conflicting feelings right now. Should you feel flattered that he thinks you're pretty enough to be his next target? Right now, you mostly feel stupid, thinking for even a second that you could possibly get a relationship out of this.

And here you are again. You decided to eat outside to clear your head, and you're back in the same cycle of thoughts. You let out a groan as you let your head fall back on your shoulders. You look at your phone, seeing that you only have a few minutes before your next class, so you pack up your stuff, putting in your earbuds, deciding to focus on the music to drown out your thoughts.

~

It's your last class of the day, and you've never felt more grateful that it ended early. Even though the sun has just started setting, you want nothing more than to get some food and go back to your apartment. It was actually going great for you, the line wasn't long, which means that you would get back home sooner.

But just as you walk out of the dining hall, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, making them drop slightly. "You look like you're on a mission. Can I join you?"

You roll your eyes as you turn to see a familiar face, the smile he's wearing contagious. "I'm going home," you tell him, and he pouts softly.

"Is it to study?" he asks, and you nod your head.

"Well, then just come back to my place." You stop walking, and he follows suit, shrugging his shoulders. "We can help each other, right?"

You shouldn't, but every time you get around him, he makes that voice in your head scream louder. The voice that refuses to believe he has ill intentions. "How do I know you'll actually study?" you quip, and he keeps walking, ultimately turning you in the opposite direction.

"Can't stay on the team if I have shit grades," he says. "And if I have you there, you'll keep me motivated," he adds, and you give him a skeptical smile.

"Oh, really?" you jab, and he gives you a firm nod.

"Of course," he starts, leaning closer to you. "Cause if I'm good then you can reward me," he whispers, making you shudder deeply, and he chuckles to himself before he kisses you, a lot sloppier than you would prefer in public before he continues the walk to his dorm.

When you get there, the building doesn't seem that lively, and you're thankful because this doesn't look like a co-ed dorm, and you could be spared the looks right now. You're surprised that he's living in a dorm, but you assume because he's an athlete, the dorms would a bit of an upgrade, the place looking almost as nice as your apartment.

There's not much of a living room or a kitchen, but it's enough to get him by, the place has two separate bedrooms and a bathroom. He leads you to his room, turning the lights on as he throws his backpack in his desk chair. "You can make yourself comfortable. There's no need to be so stiff, princess."

You nod as you drop your bag near his bed, toying off your shoes, setting yourself on the edge of his bed before you dive into your food partly because you're hungry, and partly because you just need something to do. He plops down next to you, stealing a fry before you can react, and he laugh when you push him away.

He pushes himself up towards the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. "So, what're you gonna help me study?" he asks, placing his hands behind his head.

"I'm not helping you do anything. I have to study too," you respond, and he rolls his eyes before he grabs his backpack, pulling out some index cards as he returns to his original position.

"Could you at least quiz me?" he tries, and you tilt your head as you hold your hand out. He puts the cards in your hand, and you read off the first question, his answer making you shake your head.

"That's not right," you say, finishing your food, and he scoffs.

"There's no way."

You frown. "Didn't you make these? What you said doesn't match," you respond, and he takes the card from you, reading it to himself.

"That's basically what I said." You shake your head fondly as you go through the stack, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise when he takes it from you, throwing it to the side. "I'm bored," he states, pulling you into his lap, placing your legs on either side of him as his hands rub up and down your thighs.

"We just started."

"I'd rather be kissing you though," he says, not waiting for a response as he kisses your neck, purposefully running his tongue piercing up your neck. "Haven't I been good enough?" he murmurs in your ear, your breathing already picking up.

"You haven't even done anything," you breathe slowly, your focus barely on your words, and he grabs your ass, grinding you into his crotch as he finally puts his lips on yours. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, and you moan softly when you feel him swirl his tongue around yours, his hands arching your back further into him.

"Yo, Sero!" The loud voice follows the door opening, and you jump violently as you move your face into his neck, hesitantly turning your head, your face as hot as a flamethrower.

"What the fuck, man?" Sero groans as Denki laughs.

"Shit, my bad. Didn't know you were in the middle of something. Guess that means you don't wanna hang out with the team," he adds, and Sero nods his head, but his hands never leave your body.

"Yes, it does. Now get the fuck out," he responds shortly, and he chuckles again as he holds his hands up.

"Okay, okay. Relax," he starts, walking towards the door, but he turns to you when he gets to it. "He talks about you all the time."

"Denki--"

"Seriously, you should've seen how ecstatic he was when he finally got your name--"

Sero cuts him off with a shout of his name, not giving him any more room to talk, once again hearing his laugh as the door closes, and Sero chuckles nervously. "Sorry about that," he tells you sheepishly. "That guy has no boundaries."

You huff softly as you shake your head. "It's okay," you say. "You were happy you learned my name?" you ask hesitantly, and he releases another nervous chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Well--he says stupid stuff all of the time," he explains, his face terribly red.

"And you talk about me?" you press with a soft chuckle, and he gives you a lazy shrug.

"I mean, yeah," he grins. "It's kinda hard not to," he adds, making you smile softly.

"If you wanna hang out with your friends, you can. I don't wanna stop you," you shrug, and his hands are back on your ass, pulling you into him again.

"I see them all the time. I don't get to see you a lot, and I'd rather spend time with you anyway," he reassures, and you play with your hands as you look down, those thoughts flooding back into your head, and he notices your change in demeanor, his hands move to rub over your back.

"Why?" you ask, and he scoffs fondly.

"Cause you're way more fun than them," he responds, and he doesn't give you enough to think about what that could mean because he's saying something else. "You wanna watch a movie or something?" he asks, and you give him a look.

"What about studying?"

"I think it's been well established that I don't wanna study," he decides before leaning over to grab the remote. "We can watch anything you want to."

"I don't care."

He hums as he scrolls through the selection, and he smiles when he hears your scoff. "A baseball movie?" you muse.

"It's a classic. You can't go wrong," he responds before throws the remote towards the nightstand, and he moves until he's laying down on his back, pulling you into him as he throws your leg over him.

"I can't stay the night, Sero," you tell him, feeling fatigue start to come over you, the movie nearly putting you to sleep. Or could that be because of his heartbeat?

"I'll wake you up, don't worry," he says absentmindedly, and you know that he won't, but the hand he's rubbing up and down your back isn't helping you stay awake. And you don't really trust that he actually will. "You can't go to sleep yet, this is the best part."

"The movie just started, Hanta," you answer sleepily, snuggling further into his chest, and you hear him chuckle as you feel him pull the comforter over you.

"Yeah, I know, but that doesn't change anything." You blink sleepily as you try to watch the images in front of you, but the warmth is making you fall asleep way faster than before. "You can't change my contact name," you barely hear him say.

"What?"

"You can't change my contact name because yours is the same." You frown at him as you lift your head up, and he turns his phone towards you, and lo and behold, that same acronym is in place of your name.

"Where'd you get that picture from?" you ask, squinting as you look at the contact photo, and he's quick to move the phone away.

"I took it earlier today," he answers quietly.

"That's such a bad picture," you scold, but there's no heat behind it as you put your head down.

"I think you look cute," he defends quickly, and he smiles when you do, and he watches your eyes flutter close. "Baby, you gotta give me a kiss."

"Why?" you whine in annoyance.

"A goodnight kiss," he clarifies, and you don't open your eyes when you respond.

"You're not going to sleep," you deadpan.

"Please?" he whispers, dragging out the word, and you huff as you roll your eyes before you lift yourself up, your lips meeting firmly, and he smiles into the kiss. "Goodnight, baby."

You flop down onto him, your face in his neck as you pull the comforter up to your chin. "Goodnight, Hanta."

When you wake up, you shield your eyes from the sun beaming in through the blinds, your mouth dry. You frown as you shift your face away from the sun, groaning softly, and you blink to get the sleep out of your eyes.

You're not in your room.

You sit up as you look around, and that's when you realize Sero's not in the bed with you. Before your mind can think of the worst possibilities, the door's opening, and you're greeting with a Sero, who's only in tight black briefs.

No. No. It's too early for this.

"How'd you sleep?" he asks, drying his hair some more before throwing the towel to the side.

"It's the next day, Hanta," you chastise. "You said you would wake me up." And you really wish he would put some fucking pants on.

"But you looked so peaceful. I couldn't bring myself to do it," he responds, and thank goodness he slips on some shorts before walking over towards you.

"Gee, you're so kind," you joke, and he smirks at you as he leans down.

"I know, right?" He moves in to kiss you, and you back away, making him frown.

"I have morning breath," you say, covering your mouth, and he rolls his eyes before nodding his head towards the bathroom.

"I have extras," he tells you and you hesitate as you move the blankets.

"What about Denki?" you ask, a little worried you'll run into him.

"Don't worry about him. He already left," he says, slipping on a shirt as he grabs his bag, and you slip out of the bed, making your way to the bathroom.

When you walk out, you see him fully dressed, baseball cap on his head with his bag slung over his shoulder. "I know it's Saturday, but I have a game, so I can't sleep in with you like I want to," he groans like it's the worst thing in the world.

"That's okay. Good luck," you respond, and he slips his arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I want you to come," he continues, and you frown.

"I won't have time. I still have to shower."

"The game's not until later this afternoon, I just have to get there extra early," he says with a roll of his eyes.

"Um, I can try," you say, chewing your lip softly, and he beams at you.

"Perfect. Now, let's go," he orders, pulling you out of the hallway.

"Where are we going?"

"You're walking with me to the stadium. Obviously," he grins.

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because you'll make the walk there more bearable." You don't fight it, and your apartment isn't that far from the stadium, so you slip on your shoes and grab your bag, and he's got his arm around you the entire walk there.

He calls out to some of his teammates when you get to the stadium, and you'll definitely have to change. It's only late in the morning and the temperature is already getting hot. "I'll see you at the game, right?" he asks when he turns to you.

"We'll see," you tease, and he's adjusting his cap further up his head as he leans down.

"You're no fun," he jabs before he kisses you, wrapping his arm around you, deepening the kiss. You hear his teammates cheer and holler, but you're not really paying attention when he slides his tongue into your mouth.

"Sero! Stop macking your girl and come on!" At that, he pulls away, satisfied that your lips are puffy and that you're breathless, and gives you one last peck before he slides the hat onto your head.

"See you at the game, beautiful."

And you watch as he walks away, some of the guys shoving him playfully when he gets to them, and the stupid smile you have on your face never leaves the entire way to your apartment.

"And where the hell have you been?" Mina questions as soon as you walk through the door, and your head is towards the floor as you slip your shoes off.

"Nowhere," you mumble, dropping your bag into a chair as you make your way towards your room, and you know Mina's not going to drop it, prodding you with questions as you try to decide what to wear.

"You slept with someone?" she tries, and you scoff as you shake your head.

"No."

"Then who's cap are you wearing?" You frown at her as you throw your clothes on the bed.

"It's mine," you lie and she gasps.

"You're sleeping with someone on the baseball team? Look at you go!" You wave your hands frantically as you shake your head.

"No. I am not sleeping with someone on the baseball team," you deny.

"So, you're seeing someone on the team?" Now that causes you to stall, the hesitation making her laugh loudly. "You are! Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrug as you struggle to come up with an answer. "I dunno," you reply lamely before moving towards the bathroom.

"Well, you're gonna tell me everything on the way there," she says, following you.

"Where?"

"To the game of course. I have to see this guy for myself," she concludes, and there's no way she's backing down, so you roll your eyes before making your way towards the shower.

~

"Did we have to sit so close to the field?" you ask as you sit down, taking a sip from your drink.

"Of course, we did! I have to be able to see what this guy looks like." You roll your eyes again as you fan yourself.

"The game hasn't even started yet."

"That means you have time to tell me everything."

You reluctantly tell her everything, making sure she keeps her voice down for the rather explicit stuff, hoping you're not getting weird looks as you recall everything that's happened. "I don't know, maybe it's all a joke or something," you say when she asks why didn't tell her anything from the start.

"What you just told me does not sound like a joke. He knows your favorite smoothie, and you never told him? Something's definitely there."

You don't get to respond, the game getting ready to start, and you turn all of your attention towards it. You don't know a ton about baseball, but you know enough to understand what's going on, whereas Mina's mostly just watching for the guys, but it's not like you can blame her.

"Oh, my God! There he is!" she yells almost too loud for your liking, slapping you on the arm in excitement, and you slap her hand away. "Damn, babe, you chose a hot one."

"Shut the hell up," you hiss. "And how'd you know?"

"Because the number on 'your' cap matches the one on his jersey." You jump in shock, and without taking it off, you run your fingers over the front, and yep. You feel the number seven under your fingers, the number splayed on his back as he stands in the on-deck circle, practicing his swings. And you thought he was hot in just regular clothes.

It should be illegal for a uniform to be that tight, right? There's no way that should be allowed. The couple of swings he does allows you to see every inch of his muscles, his arms nearly bulging out of his uniform, like he's not even wearing it at all. You bite your lip softly as images run through your head, and you're quick to shake them off, not sure if you should thank or curse Mina for sitting so close to the field.

Your eyebrows raise when he turns around, his eyes landing on you instantly like he knew you were there, and you give him a small wave. You frown at him when he starts poking at his cheek, tilting your head in confusion, but when he puckers his lips, you instantly understand what he means, and you're quickly shaking your head.

The smirk on his face turns into a pout, his body slumping slightly, and you smile softly at his reaction. He's continuously mouthing please, and you elbow Mina lightly in the ribs as she giggles at the both of you. You cautiously look around before hesitantly bringing your hand up to your mouth, your lips meeting your fingers before you flick your hand his way, your face heating up at the cheesy gesture. He's smiling at you, as he grabs the imaginary kiss out of the air before placing his hand on his cheek.

You roll your eyes as you shake your head at how much of a dork he is before he turns back to the field, stepping into the batter's box. You find yourself waiting anxiously for the pitch, and you don't even realize how tense you are until you hear a satisfying crack ring out, the ball flying through the air as Sero drops the bat and runs.

The ball quickly flies past the outfielders, not high enough to be easily caught, effectively aiding him in making it to third. "Does this mean you're gonna be your boyfriend's biggest cheerleader?" Mina teases, and you laugh beside yourself as you push her lightly, rolling her eyes.

The only thing you dislike about baseball games is how long they can be, the sun feeling it's trying to kill you, and you and Mina reapply sunscreen more than you would've liked, your skin feeling awfully sticky along with the combination of your sweat.

You actually find yourself cheering pretty loudly, but other are people are doing it too, so you're not really thinking about it. Mina's cheering with you, with the teasing of course, but by the time the game is over, it seems to cease, much to your relief.

The game was nearly close, so when it's over, you're working on calming down your racing heartbeat as you watch the team celebrate their win. Just as you and Mina get to the stairs to start walking out of the stadium, you hear someone yell your name. Both of you turn around, seeing Sero waving at you, and before you can even think about walking towards him, Mina's walking up the stairs tossing a "see you later" over her shoulder.

You roll your eyes when she winks at you before turning around, leaning down a bit as Sero jogs towards you. They're not that high up from the field, and Hanta's tall, so it's not like you have to go far. He's covered in sweat and dirt, but the smile he wears on his face spreads across yours. "You came," he says, and you shrug softly.

"I mean, you wanted me to, right?" His smile widens as he takes a couple of steps closer, beckoning you closer with a curl of his finger. When you get close enough, his hand grabs your neck just on the side of possessive before kissing you deeply, the contact leaving you wanting more, and he smirks at you when you chase after him.

"Thanks for coming," he says against your lips, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

"Yeah, of course," is really all you can manage without stuttering like a nervous wreck. He gives your neck a tiny squeeze before he pulls away.

"Meet me outside the stadium, okay?" You nod in agreement, and he smiles again before jogging away.

~

You wait for him, sitting on one of the benches mindlessly scrolling through your phone, and you can hear his voice before you see him. You look up, seeing him talking to Denki, so you get up, slowly making your way towards him, and you can see Denki's eyes drift over to you before they move back to Sero.

You don't know what he says, but Sero shoves him away, Denki responding with a laugh before he turns around to greet you, throwing an arm around your neck, pulling you into him. "You did really good," you say as he starts to walk the both of you wherever.

"Only because you were there," he responds making you roll your eyes playfully. "Seriously, your cheers motivated me."

"Everyone was cheering, there's no way you heard me," you argue, and he just chuckles at you softly before kissing you on the forehead.

"So, what're we gonna do?" he asks, changing the subject, and you sigh heavily as you let your head fall back on your shoulders slightly.

"Well, I am going back to my place and getting in the shower. I feel disgusting," you add, frowning softly.

"Sounds good," he says before turning to walk the both of you towards your apartment, and you squint at him.

"But you already took one?" you question, and you're almost certain he did because for one, he smells amazing, and even though you're close to him, you're having a hard time preventing yourself from pushing further into him.

"No harm in taking another one."

"Hanta, I would actually like to get clean," you groan. "That's the whole point of a shower."

"You hear the water running, don'tcha?"

You are currently caught between Sero and the shower wall, basically completely dry because he's the only one getting hit by the stream. "But you're blocking the water--" He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you can feel his smirk against them.

"Just one more, okay?" The huff you're about to release is cut short once again when he starts kissing down your jaw, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him allowing you to feel his growing hardness digging into your thigh.

His tongue spends a lot of time on your neck, catching any stray droplets that have made it onto your skin, the piercing making you shudder under the strokes. You feel him bite at the skin under your collarbones, and your hands run up his back, your nails digging into his skin slightly.

When the water finally hits your skin, you expect him to let you actually shower, but no, his hands are still on you, the only difference this time is that he's behind you, and Sero's added soap to his hands. His fingers run slow circles over your nipples before pulling on them slightly, and your head falls back on his shoulder, his lips instantly finding yours.

You grind against his hard-on digging into your ass, and one of your hands moving into his hair. He releases a deep groan against your lips at the same time you softly moan his name, and then it seems like you both are thinking the same thing as you start to rinse all of the soap off your body as he does the same with his hands.

He quickly turns the water off, getting out of the shower first as he finds a towel, making a half-ass job of drying the both of you off, his lips on yours once again as you stumble into your room. He puts the towel down on the bed, spreading it out before getting on the bed, pulling you down on top of him. You whine against your will when he grinds you against him, both of you gasping at the friction.

He kisses you sloppily, his hands moving your hips faster, your moans and his groans mingling together as your nails dig deep into his skin. One of your hands moves to the nape of his neck, feeling him shudder against you when you scratch across it as his hand digs into your ass, his nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin as you roll your hips feverishly.

His arm is wrapped around you, causing the both of you to be chest to chest, and you're pretty sure he can feel your heart hammering out of your chest. "I want--" you start, having a hard time keeping your hips still so you can get your thoughts together.

"I want it, Hanta," you whisper shakily, your body nearly trembling from the stimulation, and it takes him a moment to register your words, exchanging a couple of wet kisses with you before he pulls away.

"What?" he mumbles at first before it finally clicks in his head, his eyes widening when it does. "Wait, here--now?" he asks like he's in disbelief. "I don't have a--" He trails off, doing a double-take towards your nightstand.

You follow his lead, scoffing in borderline embarrassment when your eyes land on the condom resting on top of your nightstand.

Fucking Mina.

You groan softly in annoyance as Sero laughs softly. "Well, I do now," he chides, and you share a small chuckle before you turn to look at him, the arousal in the air slowly being replaced with awkwardness. His hands go from gripping your thighs possessively to rubbing over them soothingly. "Are you sure?" he asks you quietly. "We don't have to," he assures.

You nod your head. "Yes, I'm sure," you respond, feeling nervousness flooding your system.

He gives you a soft smile as he nods. "Okay, but if you wanna stop at any time, let me know instantly. Okay?" You nod your head eagerly, and he carefully moves the both of you until you're laying on your back and he's hovering over you. "Promise?"

You take a deep breath as you slightly roll your eyes. "Yes, Sero, I promise." His smile widens as he leans down, his nose brushing against yours, and then his lips are pressing against yours, his hands spreading your legs a little wider as he fits himself in between them more comfortably.

His kisses are soft but full of desire as his hands move to your tits, massaging them softly, his thumbs rubbing over the hardened nipples, his lips starting to move down your neck, every contact of his lips making you shudder. He keeps moving down, brushing his nose down your sternum before putting his mouth on one, making you sigh, your hand moving into his hair.

His tongue flicks and twirls before he closes his lips around it and sucks, quickly popping off to do the other one. "Hanta," you huff impatiently, and you can feel him smirk against your skin as he kisses down your stomach.

"You gotta be patient, baby. Have to make sure you're nice and wet," he explains, which only makes you let out another impatient noise, but from what he felt not too long ago when you were on top of him, he didn't need to do anything for long.

He spreads your legs, his mouth watering the moment his eyes land on your soaking wet folds, and just as you're about to say something about him staring at you, he's pulling you towards him, his mouth on you so fast that it makes you gasp loudly.

Making up for the fact that he didn't get to taste you the last time, he eats you out like there's no tomorrow. It's sloppy and loud, and you would be embarrassed if it wasn't the best head of your life. It's nearly overwhelming, his tongue running through your folds before circling and flicking at your clit, and every time you even think about moving away, his hands are digging further into your thighs and pulling you closer.

You can't even think straight, your hand pulling at his hair, moaning loudly when he thrusts his tongue inside of you, and when your legs start to squeeze his head, he groans against you as his nose bumps against your clit. And he's totally living up to that stupid acronym he put as his contact name.

He seems to push his face further into you, and you're worried that he actually might suffocate, but it soon fizzles out when you feel his fingers slide into you. His mouth focuses on your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you, spreading them to stretch you out.

He pins your legs down when they start to shake, your orgasm not that far from approaching, and you can't do anything but cry out at the constant stimulation of the bundle of nerves inside and outside of your sex.

And it takes one firm suck at your clit for it to finally hit you, your grip on his hair borderline painful, but he doesn't care as he listens to you cum as he catches as much of your release as he can, which makes him groan again. "You taste so good," he says against your folds, still keeping up his movements, making you whine loudly at the overstimulation.

"Hanta, please," you breathe, and you take deep breaths when he finally pulls away. He sits up, licking his fingers and around his mouth before moving to hover over you.

"You feeling good?" he asks, and you nod your head quickly, your breathing still ragged. "You wanna keep going?"

Your nod is a little more energetic this time, and he reaches over to grab the condom, tearing it almost too slow with his teeth, and he can you tense in his peripheral as he slides the condom on.

He spreads your legs a little more before bracing one of his arms next to your head. "Just relax, okay?" His face is close to yours, but his eyes look down as he guides himself in, and he quickly looks back at you when he hears you wince.

"I'm okay," you say, reassuring him so that he doesn't stop, and when he gets a little more ways in, he moves his other arm to the other side of your head, and your nails dig into his arm. He moves his hand back down, rubbing at your clit as he slowly bottoms out, looking at you to make sure you're okay.

He kisses you softly as his hands rub over your body, trying to help you relax. His hands grab at your hips, his face falling into your neck, feeling you pulse around him, and he groans softly. "Okay?" He barely manages to say the word as he lifts his head, and you nod your head, his hands moving into yours.

"Yeah, yeah, you can move," you breathe as his hands lace with yours, and you just can't get over how full you feel, and you've barely gotten used to it before he's moving his hips back, the empty feeling back for only two seconds before it's gone again.

You let out a practically breathless scream, the air feeling like it's being punched out of your lungs as your nails dig into the back of Sero's hands. "Fuck, baby--fuck." It's really all he can say, finally being able to be inside you after fantasizing about it, and you take your hands from his and wrap your arms tightly around his neck.

"Faster, Hanta, please." The soft, broken words you whisper in his ear only spur him on, his hips quickly picking up the pace, shifting his hips until he's found the spot that has you clamping around him.

He pulls back to kiss you, feeling how close he is and how he wants to hold back, wants you to cum first even though you're making it almost impossible. His hand is back on the puffy bud, rubbing, rolling, light pinches, the stimulation bringing you higher and higher until your back arches, pressing you against him.

You cum with a broken whine, your body tensing as it rips through you, and your nails dig and scratch across the nape of his neck, easily sending him over the edge with you, and he can barely muffle his grunt against your lips, shooting into the rubber as his pace turns into slow rolls to ride out your highs.

It's just ragged breathing for the next couple of minutes along with the sounds of his lips against yours as his hands are back rubbing across your body, calming and bringing you back down. "Are you okay?" he asks, resting his forehead against yours, and you nod as your hands come to rest on his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, I am," you answer, feeling such a strong feeling of happiness, which you know is from your high, but you can't help but feel giddy even though your body is tired.

He pulls out as slow as possible, but it still causes you to wince, and he gives you a quick apology before tying the condom off. "Is your roommate gonna be here any time soon?"

And then that euphoria is gone.

"What?" You frown slightly at the question, but then you quickly recover, shaking your head. "No, she's not gonna be back for a few hours," you tell him, and he nods before tossing the condom in the trash, pulling on his shorts, and leaving the room.

Was that it? Were you really just another body for him? Bonus points for him to gain because he took it?

You feel your heart sink, far too many emotions to process as you suddenly feel too exposed, curling yourself under the blanket and wincing when you feel the sensitivity between your legs. You fight hard to stop at least one tear from falling, but it doesn't work; the droplet soaking the pillowcase under your face.

You jump when you hear him come back in, feeling the bed dip next to you. "Baby, what're you doing? I gotta clean you up." He stops when he carefully rolls you over, seeing the look on your face. "Woah, woah. What's wrong?"

You can't even look at him, wanting to pull the blanket over in shame, but he won't let you. "I need you to talk to me, baby. What happened?"

"Was I just a game to you? Someone to string along until you got what you wanted?" He looks at you like you've just said the most absurd thing in the world, and you watch as he sighs before handing you the shirt that was in his hand.

"Put this on first, and let me clean you up, alright?" You eye him cautiously as you take the shirt, slipping it over your body as he pulls the blanket away from you. The rag he has is warm as he carefully cleans you up before letting the rag fall to the floor.

He grabs your arms, pulling you towards him as he leans against the wall, moving you so that you're sitting on his lap. "You are so much more than a game to me," he starts. "From the moment my eyes landed on you, I've never felt that way about you."

You look away, your thoughts conflicted, and he grips your chin softly, shifting your face back to his. "Where is this coming from?"

You shrug. "You just never established anything, and I thought that you were--" You cut yourself off, shaking your head. "Nothing. It's stupid."

"How you feel and what you thought is not stupid," he tells you strongly. "It was my fault for not making my intentions clear from the start. This actually wasn't supposed to happen." He finishes it with a laugh, but he's quick to backtrack when he sees your face.

"No, not like that. I spent weeks trying to get the courage to talk to you, to ask you out on a date. But I guess I got too excited and got way too ahead of myself. Some boyfriend I am."

"Boyfriend?" you try hesitantly, and he looks you in the eye, wrapping his arms around your lower back.

"Yeah. I want you to be mine. If you'll have me." He chuckles as he glances down before looking back at you. "I really, really like you. Like a lot, and I'm sorry that I've made you feel this way, but I want to assure you right now, that I do not look at you that way. I never did."

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your smile. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I just did everything in the wrong order," he says, making both of you laugh. "So, if you say yes, then I'll take you on a proper date."

"Well, where are you taking me?"

His face seems to brighten even more as he jumps slightly. "Are you saying yes?" You can't help but laugh as you nod, and he flipping the both of you over, trapping you on the mattress as he peppers kisses all over your face.

"I seriously do really, really like you," he repeats after he pulls away, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"And I really, really like you, too, Hanta."

[jean-kayak]

You’re Still Here?

Summary: There's no way this insanely attractive baseball player likes you. Right?

Pairing: Sero Hanta x black!fem!reader

Warnings: college!au, quirkless!au, virgin!reader, baseball player!Sero, reader is a little insecure and doubtful, suggestiveness, Denki annoying Sero, PDA, Sero is really touchy, he also has a tongue piercing and an ear piercing, mentions of virginity, smut (18+!!), loss of virginity, penetrative sex, fingering (f.receiving), oral (f.+m.receiving), some angst through in there, fluff at the end

Word Count: 11,669 (HELP, why???)

A/N: NOW, does someone wanna tell me WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I've been having really bad Sero brainrot, so I wrote this. It was not supposed to be this long. This is also my first time writing for Sero. I am currently going through it right now. But if you do read, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! (And I am so sorry) P.S. this is lowkey self-indulgent 💀

Your first encounter with Sero Hanta was what you would probably consider normal. Accidentally running into him at the student union while you were heading to class. Pretty normal, happens often, right?

What you found not so normal was that you kept running into him.

The campus was pretty huge, and you didn't really think that your chances of running into him were that high. And you're pretty sure you saw him wearing a baseball shirt, making you assume he was on the team for your school (which was correct), so it's not like he had a ton of free time.

But despite all of that, he always somehow found you. But by the third encounter, you couldn't really find it in yourself to particularly care. For one, he was really cute. Scratch that, really hot. You're pretty sure when you first ran into him, you stopped breathing.

The piercings adorning his tongue and his ear only add fuel to the fire, along with the fact that he fits out his clothes like nobody's business. (You've definitely fantasized about his thighs more times than you will admit). But besides that very eye-appreciating fact, he's really nice.

He's made you laugh so hard that you're stomach's hurt, you've both have had very good conversations on just about every last one of your interests, and he's pretty smart, so he's helped you out with homework in some of your classes.

You want to call him a friend, but you know that you don't want that, and every time you think about it, you shake the thoughts out of your head. He's way out of your league, and there's no way he'd be into you. That's what you keep telling yourself, but Sero doesn't make it any easier for you. He's a very touchy person, and it wouldn't bother you so much if it didn't fuel your feelings for him even more.

You've known each other for about a couple of weeks, but you've come to the conclusion that somebody must think you're dating because of his actions.

There's a spot that you found on campus, a pretty secluded courtyard that only gets a few people every now and then. You've spread out your blanket on the grass, and you were working on your notes, but now you're reading a book that you've meaning to start.

You bop to the music filling your ears through your headphones, your head resting on your backpack, and you frown when suddenly the sunlight is being blocked. You look up, scoffing softly when you see Sero standing over you, and you take an earbud out. "You're blocking my light," you chide.

"Sorry," he responds, a small smirk on his face, but he's making no move to get out of your way. "What're doing?"

"Reading. I'm giving my hand a break," you explain, nodding towards the notebooks next to you.

"Mind if I join?" he asks, and you shake your head as you start to move the stuff next to you, but you pause momentarily when you hear his backpack hit the ground next to you, and the next thing you know he's on his knees by your legs.

"What are you doing?" you ask suddenly in surprise, and he starts to spread your legs apart, and he lays down, his upper half almost equal with yours as his arms wrap around your thighs.

"Using you as a pillow," he responds like it's nothing. "Is that okay?" He lifts his head up to look at you when he asks, and even though your heart is now racing, you nod your head. He gives you that smile that literally makes you melt before he lays his head back down, sighing heavily as he closes his eyes.

"You couldn't just lay next to me?" you question with a laugh, and he doesn't look at you as he shakes his head.

"Nope. Practice kicked my ass this morning, and you're really comfortable."

"Thank you?" you quip, and he smiles, his eyes still closed.

"You're welcome. And now if you don't mind, I'm gonna take a nap," he concludes, his breathing starting to even out, and you chuckle softly as you go back to reading, your hand eventually finding its way into his hair, your fingers lightly carding through it.

When your nails graze over the back of his neck, you feel him shudder before he groans softly, and you raise your eyebrows as you lower your book. "Don't do that," he mumbles, but his voice is firm, feeling it vibrate against you.

"Do what?" You're confused, and you do it again, which causes him to react the same way.

"That," he groans, and you bite your lip as you do it again with more force this time. "Keep it up and I'll take you right here." Your eyes widen slightly as your legs subconsciously tighten around him, and he hums lowly at your reaction as he smirks.

"So, this is who you've been ditching us for." Your head snaps towards the voice, and you hear Sero sigh, but he doesn't open his eyes. Your eyes land on a redhead and a yellow-haired guy, but neither of them looks familiar.

"What do you guys want?" Sero sighs, annoyance in his voice, and you find yourself looking between Sero and the guys standing above you.

"We wanted to know where you've been. And now that I know..." It's the yellow-haired guy that's speaking, and you notice that his lip starts to quiver as he holds his hand over his heart. "I thought I was the one you loved, Sero."

Hanta rolls his eyes as you laugh beside yourself, having a hard time stifling it. "Cut him some slack, Denki. At least he had the courage to finally--"

"Don't finish that, Kirishima." He cuts him off quickly, making you wonder what he was going to say.

"Mind if we sit?" Kirishima asks.

"Absolutely not. Go away," Sero counters just as you were about to move your stuff, and you scoff, moving it anyway. "But, baby," he starts, lifting his head up to look at you, and you tilt your head slightly, your eyebrows raised.

"They're your friends, Hanta. It's fine." Your voice sounds like you're scolding a little kid, and you can hear Denki and Kirishima laughing as they sit down. "Do you guys play, too?" you ask, turning to them.

"Yeah, we do," Denki answers with a nod, but then he's quickly speaking again. "But I do have a question for Sero." You see Sero frown, a soft smile playing on your lips as you wait for what he's going to say. "What'd you do, man?" Both of you have a lost look on your faces at the question, but he keeps going. "You pay her? Offered to do her homework? Cause there's no way you managed to get someone this pretty."

"Fuck off, Kaminari." You find yourself snorting in surprise at his words, feeling your face grow warm as Sero tries to hit his teammate.

The whole time they're sitting with you and Sero, you find yourself talking more to them than they are to Sero. You expected him to maybe move away from you or sit up, but he stays on you, keeping his arms wrapped around your legs. He even turns his head away from them and actually falls asleep, but none of you pay attention to him as your hand finds its way back into his hair.

"Is he giving you drugs?" Denki tries.

"No, he's not," you answer with a laugh, and Denki scoffs as he shakes his head.

"I'm gonna figure it out," he mumbles, making you huff quietly as Kirishima rolls his eyes. You watch him check his phone, and he lightly taps Sero on the back.

"Wake up, man, we gotta go," he says, standing up, but if he hears him, he doesn't move, and Denki whines.

"I don't wanna watch film," he complains but gets up anyway.

"Says the person who needs to watch it the most," Kirishima counters, and Denki releases a dramatic gasp. You turn back to Sero, who's still laying on you, and you shake him gently. "Sero, you gotta go."

"Don't wanna." You barely catch it, but you let your head fall momentarily when you hear it, and he whines when you start to move, grabbing onto whatever part of you he can.

"I've got a lecture in fifteen," you tell him, and he basically weighs you down as you stand up, almost falling down in the process as he hangs onto you.

"Sero, let the poor girl go. You can see her later," Kirishima reasons, and Sero yawns as he stretches while he waves his friends off.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." He slips his backpack on, and Denki's about to say something when Kirishima wraps his arm around him, forcibly turning him around as they start to walk away.

"It was nice meeting you," Kirishima tells you over a grumbling Denki, and you smile widely as you give him a small wave.

"Yeah, you too."

Sero helps you put your stuff back in your bag and helps you fold the blanket before handing it to you. "When does your lecture end?"

"Three. It's in the only brick building on this side of campus." He steps closer to you as you raise an eyebrow. "Why? Picking me up after?" you joke, both of you chuckling softly.

"If that's okay, yeah," he responds with a small nod, and then there's yelling coming from his friends, and he rolls his eyes as he sighs. "I'll see you at three."

And then he's planting a kiss on your forehead before jogging towards them.

"It's nice."

"Thanks." You close the door behind you as Sero looks around your apartment, and you wish you would stop being so fucking nervous, but when he asked if you could go back to your place, you didn't know what to expect.

You guide him to your room, setting your bag against the wall as you take your shoes off, trying to find ways to get your heart rate down. You flop down face first on your bed before turning your head to the side, watching Sero do the same thing you did.

"I'm so tired," you groan, which is partially true, the yawn that follows your words helping the credibility of your statement. You flip over on your side when you feel the bed dip next to you, and you scoot back to give him room. He lays down next to you, holding his arm out, and you easily move into him, trying your best to conceal the deep inhale you do when his cologne hits your nostrils.

His arm wraps loosely around you, and you look at him to see him looking right at you, and it makes you jump back slightly. The look in his eyes is something you can't decipher, and he starts to run his hand over your back. "How tired are you?"

You hum for a second as you pretend to think. "Depends. Why?"

"Because I really want to kiss you right now."

Your mouth drops open in surprise for a split second, feeling your face heating up. "Is that okay?"

You nod as you swallow heavily. "Yeah, it is," you respond, your voice quiet.

His lips meet yours softly, almost like he's giving you a chance to pull away if you want to, but you don't, pushing your lips closer to his as your hand moves into his hair. You feel him smirk against your lips, the action immediately followed by his tongue swiping against your lower lip.

You easily let him in, his hand coming up to rub over the soft skin under your shirt, the motion making your skin go warm. He starts to move his hand down towards your jeans, and that's when your legs tense around him, your hand shooting out to grab his wrist, and he pulls away with a frown.

"Is this not okay?" he asks, and you hesitate before shaking your head.

"No, it's--" You cut yourself off, looking anywhere but at him, and fucking hell, your face is on fire. "It's just...I've done stuff before, but I've never done it," you admit pitifully, waiting for him to scoff at you, belittling you before he gets up and leaves, and you put your hands over your face.

"So?" he responds, and you move your fingers, looking at him between them. "Is that what you wanna do right now?"

You pull your hands away as you shyly shake your head, curling into yourself to the best of your ability. "Okay. We don't have to go all the way," he says, and you raise your eyebrows. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he states, and you feel yourself relax, not even realizing you had terribly tensed up.

"Are you okay with that?"

"I'm okay as long as you are," he answers, the smile on his face making you feel so much better. "Do you wanna keep going?" You nod quickly, your smile matching his with a reserved look. "Can I touch you?" he asks, chuckling when you huff as you roll your eyes.

"You're already doing that, Sero." He leans down closer, his nose brushing against yours, that smirk back on his face.

"I gotta hear you say it," he whispers, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Yes, Sero, you can touch me," you consent, and he's looking between your eyes for any sign of uncertainty before meeting your lips as his hand continues its course, your hand slipping from his wrist as he travels past the waistband.

He runs his fingers over your jean-covered crotch, the tense he feels from your thighs are different than the previous one, and even as he unbuttons and pulls the zipper down, he's still waiting for any sign that you don't want to keep going, but then you're lifting your hips to help him push your pants down, and his focus is on your bare legs as he drops the clothing to the floor.

You push on his head lightly, your face slightly covered by your arm. "Stop staring at me," you mutter, your face once again flaming at the attention.

"How could I? You're so pretty," he counters like you said something ridiculous, and he huffs internally when he can see the growing wet patch on your underwear. He pulls them to the side, biting his lip to stifle a groan at the sight of your glistening folds. "Shit, you gotta pretty pussy, too," he breathes, and you move your arm over your eyes as you whine at the lewd words.

You tense for a second when he runs his fingers through them, coating the digits in your slick, and he can't help but stick them in his mouth, not even bothering to hide his groan. "And you taste so fucking good. You're just the perfect package, aren't you?"

No one's ever talked to you this way, and now that you're exposed, he can definitely see that it's greatly affecting you. But he doesn't waste any more time teasing you, grabbing your leg when you try to close it as he rubs over your clit.

He slowly slides a finger in, gaging your reaction to make sure you're not uncomfortable, and he can hear you holding back, so he keeps going, pushing his whole finger in before sliding it back out. He moves it quicker, satisfied that you're getting louder, and he rubs over your hip as he adds another, that uncertain tense back in your thighs.

He hovers over you, slotting his lips with yours before he pulls away. "Relax, baby. Get out of your head," he tells you. "Let me make you feel good, okay?" You nod, your eyes having a hard time staying open, and he keeps rubbing at your hip, using his leg to hold yours back, spreading you open.

He curls his fingers, finding what he was looking for, and your back arches off the bed for a second as you let out a loud moan, the image making his dick throb in his jeans. The more he curls and speeds up his fingers, the more you start to relax. He has to press his palm into the erection straining in his jeans, wanting to focus all of his attention on you.

He uses his thumb to rub at your clit, pressing a little harder every now and then as he speeds up his fingers, your wetness starting to drip down his wrist. He leans back down over your face, his forearm braced next to your head as his nose brushes over your ear. "They ever make you feel this good? Hm?" he whispers in your ear, making you clench around his fingers, and he slides in a third, your legs starting to twitch as he continues to reach that spongy spot inside you.

Hell to the no, no one's ever made you feel this good. The best you could get was a few rubs at your clit, and they'd call it a day. You whine in frustration when you feel him slow down. "I need an answer, baby."

"No, no," you stutter as you shake your head, your hand grabbing his wrist when he picks up speed. "God, Hanta, don't stop."

If he's being honest, he could probably cum from this alone. You feel so tight, warm around his fingers, your walls clenching around them, and the only thing he can imagine is how you would feel around him. Wondering if he could make your sounds louder, make your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he releases a soft groan as his imagination runs wild.

You're moaning his name, your grip on his wrist borderline bruising, and you cum without warning, your back arching off the bed, your mouth open in a silent moan, your legs shaking as you release more slick onto the sheets under you.

When you wince at the oversensitivity, he pulls his fingers out, your chest heaving as he pushes them in his mouth, the taste of you not doing anything to help the throbbing between his legs. His nose brushes yours as he smirks, your eyes opening when he speaks.

"You okay?" he asks, and you scoff in exertion as you nod, and when he shifts, you can feel his hard-on digging into your leg.

"Yeah," you breathe, placing a hand over your chest as you catch your breath. "Do you want some help?" you question, your hand moving down to palm him, and he digs his fingers into his palm at the stimulation.

"Only if you want to," he offers, not wanting you to feel like you owe him something, but he doesn't stop you when you push him onto his back, situating yourself between his legs.

"I want to," you say, your gaze focused on the bulge in his jeans, and he rests a hand behind his head as you lightly trail your hands down his shirt, chewing your lip softly as you feel the rippling muscles through the material.

Goosebumps breaking out over his skin, his breathing starting to pick up slightly in anticipation, and his hips jolt slightly when you run your hand over his crotch before you unbutton and unzip his pants agonizingly slow. He takes a deep breath after you finally get his clothes off, his dick almost painfully hard.

You run your nails over his thighs, his stomach, everywhere but where he wants to touch him, and he groans when he feels your lips on his thighs, your teeth pulling at the skin before you suck it softly. "Damn it, baby, stop teasing me," he groans, multiple marks appearing over his skin, and the smile you respond with has him twitching.

The persona you had earlier was completely gone, making him wonder where in the hell it went. He moans in surprise when he feels your tongue lick over his balls before sliding one in your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, making him drop his head against the pillows as his eyes close.

When you lick up the precum drooling from the tip, his moan gets louder, his hands gripping the sheets beside his hips. Sweat starts to break out over his forehead as your tongue swirls around it before taking all of him in your mouth. He bucks his hips up into your mouth by accident, and he tries to apologize, but your head starts moving up and down, and he's at a loss for words.

He sits himself up on his elbow, groaning again when he meets your eyes, his lip slipping between his teeth as his eyes start to have trouble staying open. He bucks his hips again, having a hard time fighting against the heat of your mouth, his head falling back on his shoulders.

"God damn it, shit, you are so good at this," he moans, and you guide his hand to your head, which makes him lift his up. You push his further onto your head, and he gets the message instantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair, your throat relaxing, cheeks hollowing, as you place your hands on his thighs.

He moves your head up and down as his hips buck up every now and then, fucking your throat, the vibrations of your garbled moans only sending him higher. His moans are uncontrollable at this point, and he can't help it when he can see the tears running down your face, short gagging noises starting to fill the room.

He's not going to last long, the knot in his spine moments from snapping, and when he tries to pull you off, you push down on his hand, making his eyes go wide. "Baby, fuck, I'm gonna--"

You bop your head faster, and he grits his teeth as he cums, his load shooting down your throat as you take him all into your mouth. His legs twitch as you keep your mouth on him until he's pushing lightly at your forehead, finally making you relent. His limbs fall flat against the bed as he throws his arm over his forehead, and you chuckle softly as you cough lightly. "Fuck," he breathes before looking at you, watching you wipe your face before he grabs your arm. "C'mere."

He pulls you up to him, bringing you closer when he cups the back of your neck. "Good?" you prompt, your voice hoarse, and a smirk on your face before he pulls you in for a deep kiss, tasting yourselves on each other's tongue.

"Amazing," he stresses meeting your lips again, this time a little more lazily, sighing contently as you smile, making both of you laugh softly.

You're thinking way too much. Right? You groan softly as you rub a hand over your face, leaning back in the seat. What you and Sero did the other day doesn't mean anything, does it? He hasn't really mentioned it, but you haven't talked to him because he's had practice and...

You slap a hand to your forehead, making the person sitting at the end of the table glance at you in confusion.

You sucked a guy's dick, and you don't even have his number???

You groan again as you let your head fall forward, the person eventually getting up and leaving, and you would apologize, but you're too busy dealing with your inner turmoil. How in the hell did you even let that happen? Maybe it was the horniness and your post-orgasm haze that clouded your judgment. Or maybe it was clouded because of Sero. Who's really fucking hot. With amazing thighs and--

This time you drop your head to the table, flinching at the pain and the loud echo that can probably be heard by everyone in the vicinity. "What'd I tell you about studying so hard?"

You snap your head up, looking to your right to see Sero sitting next to you, dropping his backpack on the table. "You'll fry your brain," he adds as he holds out a cup in front of you.

You frown as you look at it. "What's this?" you ask, taking it.

"Smoothie. You're favorite, right?" You blink in surprise, recognizing your order, and you nod distractedly.

"Uh, yeah, it is. Thanks," you say, and he gives you a quick 'you're welcome' before scooting closer to you, looking at what's in front of you.

"You're studying so hard for economics? That class is light work," he responds, and you roll your eyes fondly.

"That's because you slack off," you chide, making him scoff playfully as he holds a hand to his chest. You laugh softly as you drink the smoothie, and you think to yourself, how did he know this was your favorite?

You jump out of your thoughts when you feel his head fall into your lap, laying in the chair next to you as his feet stay on the floor. "What're you doing?" you ask.

"Laying down," he responds plainly, not even taking his attention off of his phone.

To be completely honest, you thought he wouldn't speak to you anymore after that you both did. There's no way he's actually interested in you, right? Both of you are mostly opposites, you don't even know how he managed to notice you. You don't seem like the type of person he'd 'go' for.

Granted, you don't really know who that would be.

Maybe he's just staying around until you sleep together, and then he'll just disappear. You shake your head internally, feeling stupid. You shouldn't have told him you were a virgin. That's probably what his intention was all along, and you can't help but feel a pathetic feeling sinking in you.

It's probably all a part of his plan to lure you in, and you're falling for it. Like an idiot. You felt safe with him, making you feel comfortable and not pushing you to do anything you didn't want to do. But maybe that's how he does it; he's probably used those lines before with other girls, and you're definitely no different.

You feel something warm on your face, and you look down, realizing it's his hand. "What's wrong?" he asks, his phone resting on the table, and you shake your head, using your smoothie to help you stall for an answer.

"Nothing. I'm just really worried about this test coming," you lie, hoping it's enough to deter him, but to your dismay, it doesn't, his thumb over your cheek softly.

"That's not it," he says, and you scoff as you put on a fake smile.

"It's nothing, seriously, I'm fine," you repeat, and he sits up like he's about to press you further when a voice cuts him off.

"Really, Sero? The captain's gonna flip if you're late." It's Kirishima, and he waves at you before looking back at Sero, an annoyed look on his face. "You had all this time."

"But I have something to do," he tries, glancing at you, and Kirishima raises his eyebrows.

"And what're you gonna say to him?"

Sero groans softly as he rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry, I gotta go," he says, and you don't know if you're grateful or disheartened, but before he stands, and he holds his hand out. "Give me your phone."

You raise an eyebrow but unlock it anyway, handing it to him. He types something in, and he's handing the phone back to you and standing before Kirishima can say something else. You're looking at your phone, and he tilts your chin up, planting his lips on yours softly.

"I'll see you later, okay?" He gives you a wink before turning around, waving off whatever comment Kirishima said, but you don't even hear it, too focused on what just happened.

He's out of sight by the time you come to, and then your face is heating up as you put your face in your hands.

If it's one thing you hate, it's being confused about your feelings. Along with being played with. You decided to eat lunch outside today, hoping the good weather would help you clear your head, but so far, it's proving to be futile.

You hadn't even bothered to check your phone, trying to dive into studying to see if that would help, and you're very close to pulling your hair out. You close the textbook about to shove it in your bag when your phone pings with a text.

G.H.G.O.A.T. >I miss you :(

You frown, giving your phone an incredulous look before you type back a response.

You >Uh, who is this?

G.H.G.O.A.T >The love of your life, duh

The response is almost instant, and you shake your head.

You >Sero?

You expect a text back, but then you see your phone light up, seeing that he's calling you now, and you scoff as you answer it. "Aren't you supposed to be practicing?"

"We're in the weight room today, and I'm taking a break. Don't you miss me too?" he says, changing the subject, and you scoff softly.

"No," you joke, the smile on your face hard to get rid of as you hear him squawk indignantly.

"You're so mean to me, princess," he whines as you tap at the table with your nail.

"Are you even supposed to have your phone right now?" you ask, someone yelling in the background as you finish the question.

"Technically, no, but I'd rather talk to you, pretty girl," he responds quickly, and you hate how your face goes warm at the compliment.

"What does the acronym stand for anyway?" you ask, trying not to focus on the feelings running through your head.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Uh, no?" you respond, your eyebrow quirked.

"The greatest head giver of all time. Duh." You let out a laugh in surprise.

"I am not keeping that as your contact name," you admit, and you can hear him protest.

"I'll take the love of your life as well," he teases, making you roll your eyes, and before you can respond, someone's yelling in the background again, making Sero yell back. "I gotta go before the coach gets my ass. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah," you say, quickly shaking off the stupid smile on your face.

"Shut the hell up, Denki. I'm coming!" you hear him. "See ya later, beautiful." And then he hangs up, leaving your face warmer than it was before. But at the same time, it makes you wonder how long this is going to be going on. If his plan is to just punch your v-card, then maybe you should just get it over with.

There's no reason to delay the inevitable, but there's a part of you that doesn't think that that's his intention, which is why you're having such conflicting feelings right now. Should you feel flattered that he thinks you're pretty enough to be his next target? Right now, you mostly feel stupid, thinking for even a second that you could possibly get a relationship out of this.

And here you are again. You decided to eat outside to clear your head, and you're back in the same cycle of thoughts. You let out a groan as you let your head fall back on your shoulders. You look at your phone, seeing that you only have a few minutes before your next class, so you pack up your stuff, putting in your earbuds, deciding to focus on the music to drown out your thoughts.

~

It's your last class of the day, and you've never felt more grateful that it ended early. Even though the sun has just started setting, you want nothing more than to get some food and go back to your apartment. It was actually going great for you, the line wasn't long, which means that you would get back home sooner.

But just as you walk out of the dining hall, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, making them drop slightly. "You look like you're on a mission. Can I join you?"

You roll your eyes as you turn to see a familiar face, the smile he's wearing contagious. "I'm going home," you tell him, and he pouts softly.

"Is it to study?" he asks, and you nod your head.

"Well, then just come back to my place." You stop walking, and he follows suit, shrugging his shoulders. "We can help each other, right?"

You shouldn't, but every time you get around him, he makes that voice in your head scream louder. The voice that refuses to believe he has ill intentions. "How do I know you'll actually study?" you quip, and he keeps walking, ultimately turning you in the opposite direction.

"Can't stay on the team if I have shit grades," he says. "And if I have you there, you'll keep me motivated," he adds, and you give him a skeptical smile.

"Oh, really?" you jab, and he gives you a firm nod.

"Of course," he starts, leaning closer to you. "Cause if I'm good then you can reward me," he whispers, making you shudder deeply, and he chuckles to himself before he kisses you, a lot sloppier than you would prefer in public before he continues the walk to his dorm.

When you get there, the building doesn't seem that lively, and you're thankful because this doesn't look like a co-ed dorm, and you could be spared the looks right now. You're surprised that he's living in a dorm, but you assume because he's an athlete, the dorms would a bit of an upgrade, the place looking almost as nice as your apartment.

There's not much of a living room or a kitchen, but it's enough to get him by, the place has two separate bedrooms and a bathroom. He leads you to his room, turning the lights on as he throws his backpack in his desk chair. "You can make yourself comfortable. There's no need to be so stiff, princess."

You nod as you drop your bag near his bed, toying off your shoes, setting yourself on the edge of his bed before you dive into your food partly because you're hungry, and partly because you just need something to do. He plops down next to you, stealing a fry before you can react, and he laugh when you push him away.

He pushes himself up towards the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. "So, what're you gonna help me study?" he asks, placing his hands behind his head.

"I'm not helping you do anything. I have to study too," you respond, and he rolls his eyes before he grabs his backpack, pulling out some index cards as he returns to his original position.

"Could you at least quiz me?" he tries, and you tilt your head as you hold your hand out. He puts the cards in your hand, and you read off the first question, his answer making you shake your head.

"That's not right," you say, finishing your food, and he scoffs.

"There's no way."

You frown. "Didn't you make these? What you said doesn't match," you respond, and he takes the card from you, reading it to himself.

"That's basically what I said." You shake your head fondly as you go through the stack, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise when he takes it from you, throwing it to the side. "I'm bored," he states, pulling you into his lap, placing your legs on either side of him as his hands rub up and down your thighs.

"We just started."

"I'd rather be kissing you though," he says, not waiting for a response as he kisses your neck, purposefully running his tongue piercing up your neck. "Haven't I been good enough?" he murmurs in your ear, your breathing already picking up.

"You haven't even done anything," you breathe slowly, your focus barely on your words, and he grabs your ass, grinding you into his crotch as he finally puts his lips on yours. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, and you moan softly when you feel him swirl his tongue around yours, his hands arching your back further into him.

"Yo, Sero!" The loud voice follows the door opening, and you jump violently as you move your face into his neck, hesitantly turning your head, your face as hot as a flamethrower.

"What the fuck, man?" Sero groans as Denki laughs.

"Shit, my bad. Didn't know you were in the middle of something. Guess that means you don't wanna hang out with the team," he adds, and Sero nods his head, but his hands never leave your body.

"Yes, it does. Now get the fuck out," he responds shortly, and he chuckles again as he holds his hands up.

"Okay, okay. Relax," he starts, walking towards the door, but he turns to you when he gets to it. "He talks about you all the time."

"Denki--"

"Seriously, you should've seen how ecstatic he was when he finally got your name--"

Sero cuts him off with a shout of his name, not giving him any more room to talk, once again hearing his laugh as the door closes, and Sero chuckles nervously. "Sorry about that," he tells you sheepishly. "That guy has no boundaries."

You huff softly as you shake your head. "It's okay," you say. "You were happy you learned my name?" you ask hesitantly, and he releases another nervous chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Well--he says stupid stuff all of the time," he explains, his face terribly red.

"And you talk about me?" you press with a soft chuckle, and he gives you a lazy shrug.

"I mean, yeah," he grins. "It's kinda hard not to," he adds, making you smile softly.

"If you wanna hang out with your friends, you can. I don't wanna stop you," you shrug, and his hands are back on your ass, pulling you into him again.

"I see them all the time. I don't get to see you a lot, and I'd rather spend time with you anyway," he reassures, and you play with your hands as you look down, those thoughts flooding back into your head, and he notices your change in demeanor, his hands move to rub over your back.

"Why?" you ask, and he scoffs fondly.

"Cause you're way more fun than them," he responds, and he doesn't give you enough to think about what that could mean because he's saying something else. "You wanna watch a movie or something?" he asks, and you give him a look.

"What about studying?"

"I think it's been well established that I don't wanna study," he decides before leaning over to grab the remote. "We can watch anything you want to."

"I don't care."

He hums as he scrolls through the selection, and he smiles when he hears your scoff. "A baseball movie?" you muse.

"It's a classic. You can't go wrong," he responds before throws the remote towards the nightstand, and he moves until he's laying down on his back, pulling you into him as he throws your leg over him.

"I can't stay the night, Sero," you tell him, feeling fatigue start to come over you, the movie nearly putting you to sleep. Or could that be because of his heartbeat?

"I'll wake you up, don't worry," he says absentmindedly, and you know that he won't, but the hand he's rubbing up and down your back isn't helping you stay awake. And you don't really trust that he actually will. "You can't go to sleep yet, this is the best part."

"The movie just started, Hanta," you answer sleepily, snuggling further into his chest, and you hear him chuckle as you feel him pull the comforter over you.

"Yeah, I know, but that doesn't change anything." You blink sleepily as you try to watch the images in front of you, but the warmth is making you fall asleep way faster than before. "You can't change my contact name," you barely hear him say.

"What?"

"You can't change my contact name because yours is the same." You frown at him as you lift your head up, and he turns his phone towards you, and lo and behold, that same acronym is in place of your name.

"Where'd you get that picture from?" you ask, squinting as you look at the contact photo, and he's quick to move the phone away.

"I took it earlier today," he answers quietly.

"That's such a bad picture," you scold, but there's no heat behind it as you put your head down.

"I think you look cute," he defends quickly, and he smiles when you do, and he watches your eyes flutter close. "Baby, you gotta give me a kiss."

"Why?" you whine in annoyance.

"A goodnight kiss," he clarifies, and you don't open your eyes when you respond.

"You're not going to sleep," you deadpan.

"Please?" he whispers, dragging out the word, and you huff as you roll your eyes before you lift yourself up, your lips meeting firmly, and he smiles into the kiss. "Goodnight, baby."

You flop down onto him, your face in his neck as you pull the comforter up to your chin. "Goodnight, Hanta."

When you wake up, you shield your eyes from the sun beaming in through the blinds, your mouth dry. You frown as you shift your face away from the sun, groaning softly, and you blink to get the sleep out of your eyes.

You're not in your room.

You sit up as you look around, and that's when you realize Sero's not in the bed with you. Before your mind can think of the worst possibilities, the door's opening, and you're greeting with a Sero, who's only in tight black briefs.

No. No. It's too early for this.

"How'd you sleep?" he asks, drying his hair some more before throwing the towel to the side.

"It's the next day, Hanta," you chastise. "You said you would wake me up." And you really wish he would put some fucking pants on.

"But you looked so peaceful. I couldn't bring myself to do it," he responds, and thank goodness he slips on some shorts before walking over towards you.

"Gee, you're so kind," you joke, and he smirks at you as he leans down.

"I know, right?" He moves in to kiss you, and you back away, making him frown.

"I have morning breath," you say, covering your mouth, and he rolls his eyes before nodding his head towards the bathroom.

"I have extras," he tells you and you hesitate as you move the blankets.

"What about Denki?" you ask, a little worried you'll run into him.

"Don't worry about him. He already left," he says, slipping on a shirt as he grabs his bag, and you slip out of the bed, making your way to the bathroom.

When you walk out, you see him fully dressed, baseball cap on his head with his bag slung over his shoulder. "I know it's Saturday, but I have a game, so I can't sleep in with you like I want to," he groans like it's the worst thing in the world.

"That's okay. Good luck," you respond, and he slips his arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I want you to come," he continues, and you frown.

"I won't have time. I still have to shower."

"The game's not until later this afternoon, I just have to get there extra early," he says with a roll of his eyes.

"Um, I can try," you say, chewing your lip softly, and he beams at you.

"Perfect. Now, let's go," he orders, pulling you out of the hallway.

"Where are we going?"

"You're walking with me to the stadium. Obviously," he grins.

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because you'll make the walk there more bearable." You don't fight it, and your apartment isn't that far from the stadium, so you slip on your shoes and grab your bag, and he's got his arm around you the entire walk there.

He calls out to some of his teammates when you get to the stadium, and you'll definitely have to change. It's only late in the morning and the temperature is already getting hot. "I'll see you at the game, right?" he asks when he turns to you.

"We'll see," you tease, and he's adjusting his cap further up his head as he leans down.

"You're no fun," he jabs before he kisses you, wrapping his arm around you, deepening the kiss. You hear his teammates cheer and holler, but you're not really paying attention when he slides his tongue into your mouth.

"Sero! Stop macking your girl and come on!" At that, he pulls away, satisfied that your lips are puffy and that you're breathless, and gives you one last peck before he slides the hat onto your head.

"See you at the game, beautiful."

And you watch as he walks away, some of the guys shoving him playfully when he gets to them, and the stupid smile you have on your face never leaves the entire way to your apartment.

"And where the hell have you been?" Mina questions as soon as you walk through the door, and your head is towards the floor as you slip your shoes off.

"Nowhere," you mumble, dropping your bag into a chair as you make your way towards your room, and you know Mina's not going to drop it, prodding you with questions as you try to decide what to wear.

"You slept with someone?" she tries, and you scoff as you shake your head.

"No."

"Then who's cap are you wearing?" You frown at her as you throw your clothes on the bed.

"It's mine," you lie and she gasps.

"You're sleeping with someone on the baseball team? Look at you go!" You wave your hands frantically as you shake your head.

"No. I am not sleeping with someone on the baseball team," you deny.

"So, you're seeing someone on the team?" Now that causes you to stall, the hesitation making her laugh loudly. "You are! Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrug as you struggle to come up with an answer. "I dunno," you reply lamely before moving towards the bathroom.

"Well, you're gonna tell me everything on the way there," she says, following you.

"Where?"

"To the game of course. I have to see this guy for myself," she concludes, and there's no way she's backing down, so you roll your eyes before making your way towards the shower.

~

"Did we have to sit so close to the field?" you ask as you sit down, taking a sip from your drink.

"Of course, we did! I have to be able to see what this guy looks like." You roll your eyes again as you fan yourself.

"The game hasn't even started yet."

"That means you have time to tell me everything."

You reluctantly tell her everything, making sure she keeps her voice down for the rather explicit stuff, hoping you're not getting weird looks as you recall everything that's happened. "I don't know, maybe it's all a joke or something," you say when she asks why didn't tell her anything from the start.

"What you just told me does not sound like a joke. He knows your favorite smoothie, and you never told him? Something's definitely there."

You don't get to respond, the game getting ready to start, and you turn all of your attention towards it. You don't know a ton about baseball, but you know enough to understand what's going on, whereas Mina's mostly just watching for the guys, but it's not like you can blame her.

"Oh, my God! There he is!" she yells almost too loud for your liking, slapping you on the arm in excitement, and you slap her hand away. "Damn, babe, you chose a hot one."

"Shut the hell up," you hiss. "And how'd you know?"

"Because the number on 'your' cap matches the one on his jersey." You jump in shock, and without taking it off, you run your fingers over the front, and yep. You feel the number seven under your fingers, the number splayed on his back as he stands in the on-deck circle, practicing his swings. And you thought he was hot in just regular clothes.

It should be illegal for a uniform to be that tight, right? There's no way that should be allowed. The couple of swings he does allows you to see every inch of his muscles, his arms nearly bulging out of his uniform, like he's not even wearing it at all. You bite your lip softly as images run through your head, and you're quick to shake them off, not sure if you should thank or curse Mina for sitting so close to the field.

Your eyebrows raise when he turns around, his eyes landing on you instantly like he knew you were there, and you give him a small wave. You frown at him when he starts poking at his cheek, tilting your head in confusion, but when he puckers his lips, you instantly understand what he means, and you're quickly shaking your head.

The smirk on his face turns into a pout, his body slumping slightly, and you smile softly at his reaction. He's continuously mouthing please, and you elbow Mina lightly in the ribs as she giggles at the both of you. You cautiously look around before hesitantly bringing your hand up to your mouth, your lips meeting your fingers before you flick your hand his way, your face heating up at the cheesy gesture. He's smiling at you, as he grabs the imaginary kiss out of the air before placing his hand on his cheek.

You roll your eyes as you shake your head at how much of a dork he is before he turns back to the field, stepping into the batter's box. You find yourself waiting anxiously for the pitch, and you don't even realize how tense you are until you hear a satisfying crack ring out, the ball flying through the air as Sero drops the bat and runs.

The ball quickly flies past the outfielders, not high enough to be easily caught, effectively aiding him in making it to third. "Does this mean you're gonna be your boyfriend's biggest cheerleader?" Mina teases, and you laugh beside yourself as you push her lightly, rolling her eyes.

The only thing you dislike about baseball games is how long they can be, the sun feeling it's trying to kill you, and you and Mina reapply sunscreen more than you would've liked, your skin feeling awfully sticky along with the combination of your sweat.

You actually find yourself cheering pretty loudly, but other are people are doing it too, so you're not really thinking about it. Mina's cheering with you, with the teasing of course, but by the time the game is over, it seems to cease, much to your relief.

The game was nearly close, so when it's over, you're working on calming down your racing heartbeat as you watch the team celebrate their win. Just as you and Mina get to the stairs to start walking out of the stadium, you hear someone yell your name. Both of you turn around, seeing Sero waving at you, and before you can even think about walking towards him, Mina's walking up the stairs tossing a "see you later" over her shoulder.

You roll your eyes when she winks at you before turning around, leaning down a bit as Sero jogs towards you. They're not that high up from the field, and Hanta's tall, so it's not like you have to go far. He's covered in sweat and dirt, but the smile he wears on his face spreads across yours. "You came," he says, and you shrug softly.

"I mean, you wanted me to, right?" His smile widens as he takes a couple of steps closer, beckoning you closer with a curl of his finger. When you get close enough, his hand grabs your neck just on the side of possessive before kissing you deeply, the contact leaving you wanting more, and he smirks at you when you chase after him.

"Thanks for coming," he says against your lips, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

"Yeah, of course," is really all you can manage without stuttering like a nervous wreck. He gives your neck a tiny squeeze before he pulls away.

"Meet me outside the stadium, okay?" You nod in agreement, and he smiles again before jogging away.

~

You wait for him, sitting on one of the benches mindlessly scrolling through your phone, and you can hear his voice before you see him. You look up, seeing him talking to Denki, so you get up, slowly making your way towards him, and you can see Denki's eyes drift over to you before they move back to Sero.

You don't know what he says, but Sero shoves him away, Denki responding with a laugh before he turns around to greet you, throwing an arm around your neck, pulling you into him. "You did really good," you say as he starts to walk the both of you wherever.

"Only because you were there," he responds making you roll your eyes playfully. "Seriously, your cheers motivated me."

"Everyone was cheering, there's no way you heard me," you argue, and he just chuckles at you softly before kissing you on the forehead.

"So, what're we gonna do?" he asks, changing the subject, and you sigh heavily as you let your head fall back on your shoulders slightly.

"Well, I am going back to my place and getting in the shower. I feel disgusting," you add, frowning softly.

"Sounds good," he says before turning to walk the both of you towards your apartment, and you squint at him.

"But you already took one?" you question, and you're almost certain he did because for one, he smells amazing, and even though you're close to him, you're having a hard time preventing yourself from pushing further into him.

"No harm in taking another one."

"Hanta, I would actually like to get clean," you groan. "That's the whole point of a shower."

"You hear the water running, don'tcha?"

You are currently caught between Sero and the shower wall, basically completely dry because he's the only one getting hit by the stream. "But you're blocking the water--" He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you can feel his smirk against them.

"Just one more, okay?" The huff you're about to release is cut short once again when he starts kissing down your jaw, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him allowing you to feel his growing hardness digging into your thigh.

His tongue spends a lot of time on your neck, catching any stray droplets that have made it onto your skin, the piercing making you shudder under the strokes. You feel him bite at the skin under your collarbones, and your hands run up his back, your nails digging into his skin slightly.

When the water finally hits your skin, you expect him to let you actually shower, but no, his hands are still on you, the only difference this time is that he's behind you, and Sero's added soap to his hands. His fingers run slow circles over your nipples before pulling on them slightly, and your head falls back on his shoulder, his lips instantly finding yours.

You grind against his hard-on digging into your ass, and one of your hands moving into his hair. He releases a deep groan against your lips at the same time you softly moan his name, and then it seems like you both are thinking the same thing as you start to rinse all of the soap off your body as he does the same with his hands.

He quickly turns the water off, getting out of the shower first as he finds a towel, making a half-ass job of drying the both of you off, his lips on yours once again as you stumble into your room. He puts the towel down on the bed, spreading it out before getting on the bed, pulling you down on top of him. You whine against your will when he grinds you against him, both of you gasping at the friction.

He kisses you sloppily, his hands moving your hips faster, your moans and his groans mingling together as your nails dig deep into his skin. One of your hands moves to the nape of his neck, feeling him shudder against you when you scratch across it as his hand digs into your ass, his nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin as you roll your hips feverishly.

His arm is wrapped around you, causing the both of you to be chest to chest, and you're pretty sure he can feel your heart hammering out of your chest. "I want--" you start, having a hard time keeping your hips still so you can get your thoughts together.

"I want it, Hanta," you whisper shakily, your body nearly trembling from the stimulation, and it takes him a moment to register your words, exchanging a couple of wet kisses with you before he pulls away.

"What?" he mumbles at first before it finally clicks in his head, his eyes widening when it does. "Wait, here--now?" he asks like he's in disbelief. "I don't have a--" He trails off, doing a double-take towards your nightstand.

You follow his lead, scoffing in borderline embarrassment when your eyes land on the condom resting on top of your nightstand.

Fucking Mina.

You groan softly in annoyance as Sero laughs softly. "Well, I do now," he chides, and you share a small chuckle before you turn to look at him, the arousal in the air slowly being replaced with awkwardness. His hands go from gripping your thighs possessively to rubbing over them soothingly. "Are you sure?" he asks you quietly. "We don't have to," he assures.

You nod your head. "Yes, I'm sure," you respond, feeling nervousness flooding your system.

He gives you a soft smile as he nods. "Okay, but if you wanna stop at any time, let me know instantly. Okay?" You nod your head eagerly, and he carefully moves the both of you until you're laying on your back and he's hovering over you. "Promise?"

You take a deep breath as you slightly roll your eyes. "Yes, Sero, I promise." His smile widens as he leans down, his nose brushing against yours, and then his lips are pressing against yours, his hands spreading your legs a little wider as he fits himself in between them more comfortably.

His kisses are soft but full of desire as his hands move to your tits, massaging them softly, his thumbs rubbing over the hardened nipples, his lips starting to move down your neck, every contact of his lips making you shudder. He keeps moving down, brushing his nose down your sternum before putting his mouth on one, making you sigh, your hand moving into his hair.

His tongue flicks and twirls before he closes his lips around it and sucks, quickly popping off to do the other one. "Hanta," you huff impatiently, and you can feel him smirk against your skin as he kisses down your stomach.

"You gotta be patient, baby. Have to make sure you're nice and wet," he explains, which only makes you let out another impatient noise, but from what he felt not too long ago when you were on top of him, he didn't need to do anything for long.

He spreads your legs, his mouth watering the moment his eyes land on your soaking wet folds, and just as you're about to say something about him staring at you, he's pulling you towards him, his mouth on you so fast that it makes you gasp loudly.

Making up for the fact that he didn't get to taste you the last time, he eats you out like there's no tomorrow. It's sloppy and loud, and you would be embarrassed if it wasn't the best head of your life. It's nearly overwhelming, his tongue running through your folds before circling and flicking at your clit, and every time you even think about moving away, his hands are digging further into your thighs and pulling you closer.

You can't even think straight, your hand pulling at his hair, moaning loudly when he thrusts his tongue inside of you, and when your legs start to squeeze his head, he groans against you as his nose bumps against your clit. And he's totally living up to that stupid acronym he put as his contact name.

He seems to push his face further into you, and you're worried that he actually might suffocate, but it soon fizzles out when you feel his fingers slide into you. His mouth focuses on your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you, spreading them to stretch you out.

He pins your legs down when they start to shake, your orgasm not that far from approaching, and you can't do anything but cry out at the constant stimulation of the bundle of nerves inside and outside of your sex.

And it takes one firm suck at your clit for it to finally hit you, your grip on his hair borderline painful, but he doesn't care as he listens to you cum as he catches as much of your release as he can, which makes him groan again. "You taste so good," he says against your folds, still keeping up his movements, making you whine loudly at the overstimulation.

"Hanta, please," you breathe, and you take deep breaths when he finally pulls away. He sits up, licking his fingers and around his mouth before moving to hover over you.

"You feeling good?" he asks, and you nod your head quickly, your breathing still ragged. "You wanna keep going?"

Your nod is a little more energetic this time, and he reaches over to grab the condom, tearing it almost too slow with his teeth, and he can you tense in his peripheral as he slides the condom on.

He spreads your legs a little more before bracing one of his arms next to your head. "Just relax, okay?" His face is close to yours, but his eyes look down as he guides himself in, and he quickly looks back at you when he hears you wince.

"I'm okay," you say, reassuring him so that he doesn't stop, and when he gets a little more ways in, he moves his other arm to the other side of your head, and your nails dig into his arm. He moves his hand back down, rubbing at your clit as he slowly bottoms out, looking at you to make sure you're okay.

He kisses you softly as his hands rub over your body, trying to help you relax. His hands grab at your hips, his face falling into your neck, feeling you pulse around him, and he groans softly. "Okay?" He barely manages to say the word as he lifts his head, and you nod your head, his hands moving into yours.

"Yeah, yeah, you can move," you breathe as his hands lace with yours, and you just can't get over how full you feel, and you've barely gotten used to it before he's moving his hips back, the empty feeling back for only two seconds before it's gone again.

You let out a practically breathless scream, the air feeling like it's being punched out of your lungs as your nails dig into the back of Sero's hands. "Fuck, baby--fuck." It's really all he can say, finally being able to be inside you after fantasizing about it, and you take your hands from his and wrap your arms tightly around his neck.

"Faster, Hanta, please." The soft, broken words you whisper in his ear only spur him on, his hips quickly picking up the pace, shifting his hips until he's found the spot that has you clamping around him.

He pulls back to kiss you, feeling how close he is and how he wants to hold back, wants you to cum first even though you're making it almost impossible. His hand is back on the puffy bud, rubbing, rolling, light pinches, the stimulation bringing you higher and higher until your back arches, pressing you against him.

You cum with a broken whine, your body tensing as it rips through you, and your nails dig and scratch across the nape of his neck, easily sending him over the edge with you, and he can barely muffle his grunt against your lips, shooting into the rubber as his pace turns into slow rolls to ride out your highs.

It's just ragged breathing for the next couple of minutes along with the sounds of his lips against yours as his hands are back rubbing across your body, calming and bringing you back down. "Are you okay?" he asks, resting his forehead against yours, and you nod as your hands come to rest on his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, I am," you answer, feeling such a strong feeling of happiness, which you know is from your high, but you can't help but feel giddy even though your body is tired.

He pulls out as slow as possible, but it still causes you to wince, and he gives you a quick apology before tying the condom off. "Is your roommate gonna be here any time soon?"

And then that euphoria is gone.

"What?" You frown slightly at the question, but then you quickly recover, shaking your head. "No, she's not gonna be back for a few hours," you tell him, and he nods before tossing the condom in the trash, pulling on his shorts, and leaving the room.

Was that it? Were you really just another body for him? Bonus points for him to gain because he took it?

You feel your heart sink, far too many emotions to process as you suddenly feel too exposed, curling yourself under the blanket and wincing when you feel the sensitivity between your legs. You fight hard to stop at least one tear from falling, but it doesn't work; the droplet soaking the pillowcase under your face.

You jump when you hear him come back in, feeling the bed dip next to you. "Baby, what're you doing? I gotta clean you up." He stops when he carefully rolls you over, seeing the look on your face. "Woah, woah. What's wrong?"

You can't even look at him, wanting to pull the blanket over in shame, but he won't let you. "I need you to talk to me, baby. What happened?"

"Was I just a game to you? Someone to string along until you got what you wanted?" He looks at you like you've just said the most absurd thing in the world, and you watch as he sighs before handing you the shirt that was in his hand.

"Put this on first, and let me clean you up, alright?" You eye him cautiously as you take the shirt, slipping it over your body as he pulls the blanket away from you. The rag he has is warm as he carefully cleans you up before letting the rag fall to the floor.

He grabs your arms, pulling you towards him as he leans against the wall, moving you so that you're sitting on his lap. "You are so much more than a game to me," he starts. "From the moment my eyes landed on you, I've never felt that way about you."

You look away, your thoughts conflicted, and he grips your chin softly, shifting your face back to his. "Where is this coming from?"

You shrug. "You just never established anything, and I thought that you were--" You cut yourself off, shaking your head. "Nothing. It's stupid."

"How you feel and what you thought is not stupid," he tells you strongly. "It was my fault for not making my intentions clear from the start. This actually wasn't supposed to happen." He finishes it with a laugh, but he's quick to backtrack when he sees your face.

"No, not like that. I spent weeks trying to get the courage to talk to you to ask you out on a date. But I guess I got too excited and got way too ahead of myself. Some boyfriend I am."

"Boyfriend?" you try hesitantly, and he looks you in the eye, wrapping his arms around your lower back.

"Yeah. I want you to be mine. If you'll have me." He chuckles as he glances down before looking back at you. "I really, really like you. Like a lot, and I'm sorry that I've made you feel this way, but I want to assure you right now, that I do not look at you that way. I never did."

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your smile. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I just did everything in the wrong order," he says, making both of you laugh. "So, if you say yes, then I'll take you on a proper date."

"Well, where are you taking me?"

His face seems to brighten even more as he jumps slightly. "Are you saying yes?" You can't help but laugh as you nod, and he flipping the both of you over, trapping you on the mattress as he peppers kisses all over your face.

"I seriously do really, really like you," he repeats after he pulls away, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"And I really, really like you, too, Hanta."

A/N: If you stayed this long, seriously. Thanks for reading

[beels-burger-babe]

A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.1

***This request gives me sooooooooo many Sk8 The Infinity Sad!Reki vibes it's insane! Which, as the angst-obsessed weirdo that I am, I love. For anyone curious, I set out my specifications for asks with poly!mc dating all the demon bros in a previous ask HERE. I hope this is something along the lines of what you're looking for @ang3lsblue *** Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE Date night was always difficult when it came to dating the seven lords of the Devildom. For starters, it was in the nature of several of them to keep you to themselves. Leviathan and Mammon in particular had a hard time adjusting to the idea that you loved all the brothers equally and wanted to spend time with all of them. Things were bumpy when the relationship first got started, but after some communication and careful negotiation, you were all able to find a way to make this work. One particular boundary that had been set up early on was a line up from oldest to youngest of who got to take you out on a date next. That day, in particular, had been Beel's turn. The two of you were at a professional Fangol game. Although you had a decent understanding of the sport from watching Beel's practices and games so often, you still found yourself leaning over to ask him questions from time to time. Beel would smile, and answer them easily without an ounce of judgement. The night had been going wonderfully with Beel's favourite team winning as the half-time buzzer went off. The friendly giant stood and looked down at you. "I'm going to go get some snacks from the canteen. Did you want to come with me?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "No, I'm pretty comfy here. Will you get me popcorn and a bottle of water while you're there though?" He knelt down and kissed the top of your head. "Sure thing, Honey Bun. I'll be right back. Stay here and be careful, okay?"

You giggled and waved at your doting boyfriend as he walked away. You pulled out your D.D.D. and began responding to the few texts that your other partners had sent you checking on things and making sure that you were okay. You were in the middle of responding to particularly curious Leviathan when you began to notice the words being spoken around you. "That's them right? The human that's sleeping around with the Avatars of Sin?" "God, what do the Lords even see in them? I mean seriously? They're just a pathetic human." "Honestly, the brothers are probably only dating them out of pity. I mean what else could it be?" "Did you see Beelzebub walk away earlier? He couldn't wait to get away from them. I bet he's ditching them right now." "Ha! Maybe I should go find him? Diavolo knows that anything would be better than dating a weakling like that." "The human needs to take a hint and back off. They can't even compare to the lords. I mean they're the strongest demons in the Devildom, and who is this human? Nothing. They'll never even compare." You froze clutching your D.D.D. tightly in your hand. What those asshole lower demons were saying, wasn't true right? Your boyfriends loved you and had proved it a number of times. This was just nothing jealous gossip. "Can you imagine being as blind and naïve as they are? Like how do they not see how much they annoy the brothers?" You winced as slid down in your seat a little. You did have the tendency to go off and do exactly what the brothers told you not to do. You were constantly stirring up trouble and getting involved in business that wasn't yours to meddle with. They were always having to protect you and save you from the messes that you had made yourself. You really were just a defenceless, small, human in a world of powerful strong demons after all. That much was true. Now that you thought about it, there was some logic to what these other demons were saying. Demons live for centuries if not millennia. You would be dead within the next several decades. Why would they waste their time tying themselves down to someone whose existence is a mere blink of an eye to them? Why are you allowing yourself to hold them back? "MC?" You flinched and looked up to see Beel frowning down at you in concern from behind the mountain of snacks that he was carrying. He sat down and set the food on his lap so that he could place a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright? You look upset?" You didn't want to ruin the night for Beelzebub. He had been looking forward to this game for weeks. You flashed him a fake smile and nodded. "Everything's fine Beel. Just daydreamed a little while you were gone." He looked at you with uncertainty as you grabbed your water and popcorn from his stash. "Are you sure MC? If something's wrong, we can go home and watch a movie or-" The buzzer signalling the start of the next quarter. It was exactly the distraction you needed to get the focus off of you. "Oh look! The games about to start again! You should start working on those nachos before they go cold." You could feel Beelzebub's eyes on you as you stubbornly stared at the field. He squeezed your shoulder once, before pulling his hand away and beginning to munch on his collection of food. You were much quieter for the rest of the night. You stopped asking Beel about things that confused you about the sport. You barely touched your popcorn. Even though you were watching the players the whole time, you couldn't remember a single thing that happened after halftime. Although you were physically at the game, in your head you were running through every single time you had inconvenienced your partners. As the minutes ticked by, it became glaringly obvious to you that the demons were right. You didn't deserve them. You jumped as the final buzzer went off, and blinked at the scoreboard. Beel's team had won. You got on your feet and urged yourself to cheer like everyone else around you. Beelzebub's eyebrows narrowed as he watched you, and you could tell that he was suspicious of you. You tried

to up your game and laughed at him. "Why are you so serious? You should be celebrating! Your team won!" You stood on your tippy-toes and poked his cheeks into a smile. Beel chuckled and took your hands into his own, pressing a kiss to them. "You're right. I'm sorry." You tried not to let your smile falter as you heard people whisper about how disgusting it was that he was even touching a being like you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, unaware of voices talking lowly about the two of you, and began to walk out of the arena. "We should probably go home. It's been a long day, huh?" The walk home was quiet and tense. Beel obviously knew that something was wrong, but you just couldn't bring yourself to talk about it yet. As you arrived at the House of Lamentation, Levi was pouting in the living room. "You can't just have MC to yourself all night, Beel. It's not fair to the rest of us." Belphegor flicked Levi's head as he walked by. "It's his turn for date night, Levi. He can do whatever he damn pleases. You didn't hear any of us complaining when you holed MC up in your room gaming and watching animes for twenty-four hours on your last date night." Leviathan huffed and sunk down into the couch, purposely stretching out his legs so that Belphie couldn't sit. Belphie rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair as he approached the two of you. "How was the game? Did you have fun?" The evening's discoveries were weighing down on you as you tried to pull together a small smile for Belphie. "It was fantastic! Beel's team won and there was confetti and everything!" You held your breath as the twins made eye contact and silently agreed that you were keeping something from them. Before anyone could say anything you gave them both kisses on the cheeks. "I-I'm feeling pretty tired though. So I think I'm going to head to bed," before they could react you made your way towards your room. "Thanks for the night out Beel! I loved it. See you in the morning!" And you were gone. The three brothers blinked at where you once stood. Levi frowned and sat up. "Well, that was weird. Have they been like that all night?" Beel grunted with a nod. "Something's not right. I think something happened, b-but I don't know what. One moment they were happy and genuinely enjoying themselves. Then I went to get snacks and when I came back they were like this!" Belphie patted his twin's back. "It's not your fault Beel. MC adores you, you know that. Something must have happened, and we're going to find out what."

***AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH turns out I'm going to have to break this down into two parts! For now, here is part one! I hope you enjoyed @ang3lsblues! Stay tuned for the other bros and to see how they handle MC's insecurities.***

[mymarifae]

i think for a lot of folks they see the SOUL as inherently bad bc they feel it ultimately doesn't matter whether or not it has good intentions, it still is possessing Kris and puppeteering them everywhere and basically upending their life, and Kris is pretty hellbent on removing it from them entirely (and considering what the SOUL does in Snowgrave... yeah honestly I can see why they'd come to "The SOUL is actually bad" conclusion. OAO)

right, i see where the interpretation comes from, totally. but the soul wasn't intended to be kris's puppeteer. whoever brought it in, most likely gaster, wanted to give it an empty vessel. like he, or whoever it was, promised the soul its own body that it could shape as its own. and then someone else entirely came in, threw that vessel away, and forced the soul onto kris. for whatever reason

the soul is just as much of a victim of the whole "your choices don't matter" schtick as any of the other characters

i've also talked about this loads of times before but our control over kris is pretty limited. someone in the tags of my more recent post drew a parallel to asriel and chara sharing the same body, when asriel says they had basically equal control. and that's a VERY good point and i think that's pretty much what's happening with us and kris

we tell them where to go, what to look at, who to talk to, and, rarely, what to say. but kris chooses how to interact with the objects we make them look at; they choose how to say the things we make them say; they are still in control of their facial expressions and body language. i really think they're okay with what's going on, generally speaking. perhaps some annoyance/amusement at some of the choices the soul makes, but other than in snowgrave, they have a more or less equal control over themself!

and. they have established that they have the ability to remove the soul whenever they want. it seems that they can't leave it out for prolonged periods of time and that moving around becomes extremely difficult, but they have an insane amount of willpower. they have just as much power over the soul as it has over them

which is why i wouldn't say they're hellbent on getting it out. like. if they really wanted to they could just tear it out and tell somebody. or if the soul is trying to do something that they just don't feel like doing - they could tear it out again, and either you relent and pick what they want to do or you softlock the game. (snowgrave is a special circumstance; i think the mostly equal balance of control gets upset there and kris can't exercise that ability to its fullest)

the fact that kris doesn't do these things when they have demonstrated they absolutely COULD tells me there's something else going on here. something that we are not yet privy to. they understand that this is a thing they must endure, even if it gets really scary. (the ralsei conversations... "...so that's why, kris.")

also, running with the idea that the soul is our real player character and our will ultimately reflects its will like. i don't think anyone is very happy when playing snowgrave. no one likes anything that happens there. if you do um. 😰 but anyway it's a curiosity that drives the completion of that route, a desire to see how it will affect the rest of the game. so like. the soul almost certainly recognizes that this is not a good thing to be doing. but it's curious

and when you can reset and reload and erase saves/timelines completely (supposedly. i mean considering what no mercy does to undertale, i'm assuming there will be consequences if you attempt multiple routes across the three saves. but we don't know for sure and we also don't know what they are 💖) like... what harm is there in experimenting 🤔 we can just fix it if we don't like the ending. (<- soul logic)

like... idk. i've thought a lot about this whole thing and i kind of refuse to accept the soul as a malicious entity. gaster was the one who brought it to this world, because he felt that it could give kris and their friends a brighter future. he could always be wrong, and in the case of snowgrave he Is, but. he loves these kids a lot. that much is apparent. i think he did his research, and decided the small risk was worth it. i don't think he would have brought in the soul if he felt it was going to be unpredictable and dangerous and Evil. to me the soul is

mostly

good ❤

[talentedtrait]

I’m going to go off on a squid game rant so don’t read if you haven’t watched it.

Something that I keep thinking about is how this show would never have the success it does if it was American. The concept of the show is taking children’s games and giving them a deadly twist for a cash prize. But years ago I watched a movie called truth or dare and it still feels like that movie is something random that goes on Netflix to get more people to watch it. The idea of the movie is the same as squid game: people sit around a table and play truth or dare for money but the stakes are increased to the point of being lethal. If the show were American it wouldn’t have the same messages, it wouldn’t be as detailed and crafty (sorry but it’s true). And something American movies does is single out one person as the chosen one or give some other reason. At the end, the concept of squid game was made very clear, and an American movie never would have done that.

I think what makes squid game so good and intriguing is the complexity of it? There are so many different stories but all of the characters want money. In truth or dare, you knew they needed the money but squid game shows you the desperation. It physically shows you that while they have a choice to leave the game, they stay because they believe that staying in the game is better than being outside in society. It’s what a lot of people think when they leave prison. Being in prison is a lot more preferable than living the life they had and for them and squid game participants, the odds are against them in a way that makes them feel like they have no choice because honestly, they don’t. The game gives a little bit and takes a lot. But what it does give is enough for people to know that that need it. It’s the only outstretched hand before midnight.

So when we see all the participants come back, even the ones that screamed to get out, we know that they have no choice. This begins the desperation they have. It gets worse with each episode, they go against each other and form alliances but those are broken as well. Every single character has depth and a story without even needing to tell it. The acting is raw and real and it feels like you’re watching a security camera. It’s believable and some characters are a bit dramatic but it works because they’re going insane being in there. Trauma is eating away at them.

That’s not even mentioning the details within the show that give away every game, the show hands the ending to you, and what the games will be, and we all missed it. You want a way out and you want to know what the next game is but the struggle is only seeing what’s right in front of you, not everything around, that’s why no one noticed the walls.

The giant globe holding the money showed what they would win when the first game was done. And the board showing the amount and how many people were left. It was purposely put there to show the players that every single life taken means that more money is given to them. That’s where the desperation comes in again. Not only do you want the money for yourself and you don’t want to share it, but killing somebody with no consequence and you get a reward of 100,000 won. They’re killing to survive and get the cash prize but also to make the cash prize bigger. Towards the end it wasn’t about making the amount bigger, it became I need it more than you.

The characters as well, you have an older man, young girls, middle aged people, a couple, a desperate man, a young father, a college graduate. There are so many different stories and that’s REAL. It isn’t a show about 20 somethings needing to handle debts. It’s people from every age and financial background showing that they’re all struggling and desperate. It’s personal. They can be mean or nice, or an asshole but they all need money. Every single person there needs money.

The glass bridge game showed everyone watching that they don’t care about the players, it’s just for entertainment. When the glass maker moved on because he saw the difference, they shut the lights off because he was using strategy. It needed to be left up to chance. With four people left, there was nothing entertaining about them getting through so he had to die. It genuinely seems like they didn’t want to have a winner but they had to because that was the point of the game. There can be only one. 456 people went in and only one was going to come out. That scene where we saw the supply room. The binders filled with names and years. Squid game only lasts a week but the game has been going on for over 20 years.

We’re shown characters outside of the game with their families and issues because we need to root for them and see why they’re doing this. They don’t get the money and 455 different people all owe money which could be BILLIONS of won all together. The families are going to be destroyed more, and they don’t even know where their loved one is.

The idea of being equal in this show is thrown around a lot to explain a lot of the behavior. During the marble game, one of the guys was clearly winning, but making it fair meant that the game could change, and he ended up losing his life. They preach being fair and equal but how much of it is?

Squid game is a masterpiece and we need to acknowledge that those financial situations can and will happen to anybody of any age. Everything is set up against people so they will never get out. It doesn’t even have to be a financial problem, people who are struggling are never given the resources to fix that, so they will become desperate for any means of escape, even if it means losing that 455.

I know I did all of this but I have one more thing to say: he did this for his mother, he did it for his daughter. But his mother still died and he never touched the money because it was all for her, that was the point. He did the game to get money for her treatment and yes he won the game but he still lost her. He completed the game alone and even outside he’s still alone. His daughter still went to America, and on his way to go see her, the game still got to him, he still lost her in a way. He knew that when he left that game he would be alone and he didn’t want that so he reached his hand out, but ultimately still left alone. He doesn’t use the money because he doesn’t have a reason for it anymore and it means nothing if 455 people were lost because of it. The loss of those in the game is bigger than the gain if winning. He still asks for 10,000 won and he never moves because he feels as though he deserves to be miserable after what happened. Even with 45 million won, he still lost everything.

Did you notice how at the end of the game, they all wore suits? Women were never intended to win.

[stickandthorn]

Orym for the character ask!

First impression - He’s a little bland, but he’s a good balance for the rest of the crazy party. It’s nice to see Liam playing a fighter, he does it in a cool way! And I’m glad to know he’s still on the Air Ashari hype train.

Impression now - Oh my sweet little hyper competent very deadly ballerina man I love you so much. He’s so, interesting, so fun, so dynamic, he’s still the perfect balance for this party, still love the fighting style. I think he’s such a good take on the “good and honorable” character. I wanna know more about him. I love Liam’s physicality for him. He’s just the best.

Favorite moment - This is a hard one, and besides literally everything he does in combat, and most of his ro moments, I’m gonna go with a fun one and say I really loved the Nancy moment with Opal. It was just so insane and stupid and shouldn’t have happened, and yet it did, and it was so fucking funny, and his resigned “mother” will never fail to get me every time. I love watching Liam play off of the other cast members for comedy, he’s very good at building up to someone else’s joke or working off something someone did. And who doesn’t love Liam and Aimee’s ongoing Nancy and her mother tweets?

Idea for a story - This is more a mix of headcanon and story, but I’d love one about him getting drunk or loosening up for some other reason, and accidentally dropping on some unsuspecting people the fact that he knew pretty much all of VM, legendary heroes, since childhood. Scanlan came by and sang him some birthday songs on his 20th, Pike gave him fun buns when he was little and still had long enough hair, Grog gave him and a bunch of other little halflings an insane piggy back ride one time, he once took a nap on Trinket, Percy made him his first little sword and shield, stuff like that. And everyone listening is stunned that he knows these figures of legend so well. I simply love the trope of “what, that isn’t normal?” said about the least normal thing possible. I have some more headcanons related to that, but I’ll drop that in the headcanon section.

Unpopular opinion - I don’t think he’s actually that much of a sad character. He clearly does carry around some sort of grief with him, that much is for sure, but the thing is so do most dnd characters? And yes, Liam likes to explore loss and grief more than most players, but I don’t think Orym is unusually sad. I think people just always plaster the title of “sadboi” onto every character he makes. I think melancholy and sadness is certainly a large part of Orym’s character, but not so much that he should be given that title and have that labeled shoved on him, defining everything he does. Liam should be free from the sadboi trope.

Favorite relationship - I know this is basic, but his relationship to Dorian and Fearne. They just clearly love, trust, and look up to him so much, and he clearly loves them back and wants to protect them equally as much. I just love the dynamic between the three of them so much, especially since we know the context of how they came to be so close, and all the bumps along the way to getting there. It’s like the three people in a friend group who are clearly way closer than everyone else is, but no one mentions it that much. I love it. 

Favorite headcanon - My personal favorite headcanon is that Keyleth  took Orym under her wing from a very young age. My main justification is that, why else would a young, low level halfling be in her guard? I like to think that for whatever reason, maybe his dad or maybe him being a little different from everyone else, or whatever it is, she sort of half adopted him and was very close to him. Mentored him and all that, even when he wasn’t very good at duridry. Which is one of the reasons he knows VM in my above headcanon/story, because he spent a lot of time with Keyleth. Like those kids (me) who spent their early childhoods not relating to kids their age and hanging around adults. I just think it’s a sweet idea. 

[lulu2992]

Tweets from Far Cry 3’s Lead Writer about the game

In addition to the many interviews, I've also saved a lot of tweets from Jeffrey Yohalem answering fan questions so... here they are!

Question: Is Doug (the character that leads the group to Rook) still alive somewhere on the island? Or does he die offscreen? Jeffrey Yohalem: No comment :) [link]

Question: What becomes of Dennis in the friend savior ending? Also you and all other writers were amazing, Jeffrey Yohalem: Dennis is a hardcore gamer, he'll find another game. Question: what? please explain, there is alot of people wondering the same thing. Jeffrey Yohalem: All of the characters on the island represent something other than what they seem to be. Question: Would you please share? I'd really like to know who represents what in a clearer sense. Jeffrey Yohalem: Think in terms of social systems and gameplay systems. I don't want to give it all away, because that's part of the fun. [link]

Question: Hi! I'm curious, when you wrote for vaas did you feel any sympathy towards him? He's the one I feel most sorry for! Jeffrey Yohalem: Yeah. His past, what happened to him, it's beyond painful. [link]

Question: Vaas seems to be the one character that almost doesn't fit in yet acts almost as a voice of truth am I right thinking that? Jeffrey Yohalem: Yup, you're on the right track. [link]

Question: Was Citra's desire to birth the ultimate Rakyat warrior an equal catalyst for Vaas's insanity, just as much as Hoyt & drugs? Jeffrey Yohalem: What do you think? Question: Vaas says he first killed for Citra, and the island had drugs before Hoyt...her attempt at an (incestuous) ritual broke him. Jeffrey Yohalem: Sounds like you're on the right track! [link]

Question: Those guys claiming that Vaas being alive is a fact are going on peoples nerves! Could you please confirm or deny? END IT!!! Jeffrey Yohalem: Sam and the privateers confirm Vaas's fate. What reason do you have to question them? Question: Vaas is alive, and if we don't get a DLC, new game, or whatever to get to play as him, I'm gonna cry. Jeffrey Yohalem: Better go buy a pack of tissues. <3 [link]

Question: Will there ever be any information on what actually happened between Jason and Vaas? It's driving me crazy it's too good Jeffrey Yohalem: It's all in the game. Question: But how can you believe anything when playing through the eyes of a man going insane? Jeffrey Yohalem: Good question :) [link]

Question: Ok, here's a question. The chinese dagger. How did Vaas get it? Jeffrey Yohalem: Jason is still on the drugs Citra gave him. Notice the way the screen ripples before he "sees" the Vaas TVs. [link]

Question: FC3 fan question : was Citra genuinely in love w/ Jason or was she just manipulating him? Both endings seem to conflict Jeffrey Yohalem: Isn't Siri genuinely in love with you but also manipulating you? Isn't the game designed to attract you? ;) Question: Honestly, kinda saw the backstabbing coming, but what troubles me is my inability to determine if she's batshit crazy or not Jeffrey Yohalem: The more important question is what does she want from you? Question: ...weren't all her Maori warriors more qualified to begin with? Jason had never killed anyone, so how could she have known? Jeffrey Yohalem: Because you are the player... She drugged you. She threatens to delete your save file if you don't stay on the island, kill Jason's friends and play on forever. Question: Nooooooooo oh well I get to play Vaas' scenes all over again, which is cool. Why did you decide to off him so early btw? Jeffrey Yohalem: Because he's Jason and the player's primary motivation. So why keep playing once he's gone? Yet we do, we can't look away. Question: am I right if I say that the whole point of Vaas' death is to show that Jason has become just as bad, if not worse than him? Jeffrey Yohalem: In one dimension. But the game includes two. Look at my previous answer. Question: I feel dumb right now.you mean the player is supposed to feel bad? That it questions our love of violence in entertainment? Jeffrey Yohalem: You are on the right track. But it questions more than that. Think of the island as representing a video game... Question: Do I sense a link to Crash Bandicoot here? This smells fishy. OMG I UNDERSTOOD. VAAS IS CRASH BANDICOOT. THE MOHAWK !!! Jeffrey Yohalem: Haha, no. As much as we need to tackle the Bandicoot Industrial Complex, not the point. Question: the island represents a video game... oh god, this could take hours. I'm running in circles. The player becomes great at killing but doesn't think about it, while Jason goes completely nuts. So there's this moral thing where the game goes, "hey, do you have any idea what you're doing??" Video games = Rook Island, a lawless place where, in a drug-induced haze, we indulge in big-man fantasies. Am I right? Jeffrey Yohalem: :) And, meanwhile, our friends and family... poof. Question: so Far Cry 3 actually questions the purpose and validity of video games as a popular medium? Jeffrey Yohalem: In their current form, yes, and not all. :) [link]

Question: Would have been a gr8 subversion of that was followed through. "Play into our fantasy, & then we kill you" Jeffrey Yohalem: But it was followed through? That's the true ending. 4 me, it was Jason's fantasy that he had any agency. Since it is 1st person, the player sees only his perspective which is false. Question: also it actively fights a game that emphasizes agency... Jeffrey Yohalem: You have no real agency in FC3. The island is curated, you can only do the activities it provides. It is a glass cage. Question: true. I guess it offers ludonarrative dissonance as gamings version if visual irony in film Jeffrey Yohalem: So the player is Norma Desmond, trapped by The Game (Citra) with the delusion that she/he is free and The Star of the game. Question: do you see where someone with my background could be distracted by the treatment of the island natives? Jeffrey Yohalem: Yup, but for me they represent Us, the players and are universal. That is why their name translates to "The People." [link]

Question: is the Far Cry Experience mini-series canon? Did you write it/were you involved in it? Jeffrey Yohalem: I didn't write it. [link]

Question: If 8 total people skydived onto the island in FC3, what's the last episode of the Far Cry Experience referencing with 6 ppl? Jeffrey Yohalem: 7 people jumped, minus Grant makes 6. I assume that's where they got the number from. [link]

[hoardcloneheadcanons]

Why Telltale Batman Lovingly  Messed Me Up.

Rant incoming

Ok So.

For some reason, ever since I was a wee small baby-child trying to awkwardly navigate my sexuality in middleschool I’ve been trying to do the writer’s equivalent of mashing Batman and Joker’s faces together.

Maybe Mark Hamill voiced Joker just a touch too gay/bi in Batman the Animated Series, or maybe the idea of having a-long term enemy who you continually fight and know sounded weirdly romantic to me. But for whatever reason I kept writing scenarios to get those two together.

Love spells, fake relationships, fake identities, amnesia, alternate universe. It was tried.

The problem is that combination is toxic. Which, I know, duh. But  with the infinite amount of possibilities that writing provided you’d think that at least one timeline would work to give them both a character arcs where they could find some stability with eachother. But everytime I wrote I’d realize that Joker would struggle with freedom, independence and identity, or that the Batman I wanted would never put his robins at risk or betray his morals like that, and I’d write myself into some new disaster corner.

There are writers that accomplished this much better than I could. But they never had quite the flavor I was looking for, or their dynamic didn’t seem real or permanent. So I kept trying scenario after scenario trying to get my specific brand of batjokes to work.

And then I played Batman the Enemy Within.

And it drove me a little insane how easy they make it look.

Because ok, spoiler, you can’t get Joker (there John Doe) and Bruce Wayne together but BY GOD can you get them to a point where it’s easy to see them getting together in the future.

(And I assure you I have so many ideas about what that future looks like, written in neat little files on my computer.)

Like, it’ll take a little work, but by comparison to most of their counterparts, it’s nothing.

It’s like the production team said “like ok, what if we just have Bruce meet him before he does any crime. Then it’s this friend that he’s trying to prevent from going villainous, and would feel responsible for, rather than this reprehensible villain which he doesn’t understand. And the Joker isn’t so set on making a name for himself using crime”

And when you do it like that it seems so obvious.

But it isn’t, you don’t get it.

Most of the time, if you get Joker before he goes villainous, he’s not Joker, he’s just some guy. Maybe he’s a two-bit mobster or a failed comedian, or an ex-soldier but he ain’t Joker. By the time he has the white skin and green hair he’s too far gone.

They had to fundamentally change Joker’s backstory for that work. This isn’t a normal guy who fell into an acid pit and said “serial killing time”. When Bruce meets John Doe he’s an amnesiac in an asylum with weird pigmentation. He’s clearly off in some way morally, but not in an unforgivable way, just like, he was entirely socialized in an asylum, it very used to its particular power structure, and is a little lower on empathy. You  had to think through how to make that brand of Joker.

And they have Bruce meet him when Bruce himself is being put in the Asylum due to shenanigans that happened in the first game, so they meet on equal footing where John is an ally, and then meet again in the second game when Bruce has to infiltrate a terrorist cell that John is in, so they’re still somewhat on equal footing. Then they flip-flop Harley and Joker’s dynamic so she’s the aggressively manipulative one and you, as the player playing Bruce Wayne can feel like “Maybe I should seduce him away from her, for his own sake.”

There feels like so much care and thought put into making sure these two were capable of being pretty gay. And I am jealous of how successful they are.