#you choose the freshmen of life

[doesnotloveyou]

"hopefully gen alpha will turn out better" idk man, have you seen the millennials raising them :\

#lol #millennial #some bizarre ass takes in the “everyone younger than me is evil” crowd #of all the strawmen to pick a fight with #you choose the freshmen of life #mkay if that's what uh turns you on or whatever

[joonberriess]

s e x t a l k

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader x taehyung

g e n r e : friends w/benefits au

t a g s : roommates!tae and jk, hook-ups, reader’s hot girl summer is here, sneaky link(s), unprotected sex, creampies, oral sex (m & f receiving), fuckboys!tae and jk, dom/sub undertones, possessive!jk, threesomes, degradation, tiny amount of crack+fluff, simps!jk & th, double penetration (two dicks, one hole)

s u m m a r y : you’re seeing two hotties on the down low, getting your back blown out every other night by either one. that is until you find out they’re roommates..

w o r d c o u n t : 6.1 k

It's officially summertime and you don't plan on doing much unless your friends decide otherwise. You spend your days going out with them to various places such as the beach, clubbing, and house parties of mutual friends alike. It's fun because you meet all sorts of new people and come out with more connections (like a new weed dealer etc).

It's during your nightly escapades that you meet Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. They're friends of your friend Hoseok and some acquaintances you have seen around campus. You already knew of them before because a friend of your friend talked about Jungkook's dick game and some other girl had exposed a sex tape of Taehyung giving her the best head of her damn life. To say you weren't a little curious about them would be a lie.

As much as your interest is piqued by them you don't make a move or show motivation to look for them. If life so happened to put them your way then so be it. You go on with your life like nothing and occasionally run into the two on separate occasions. Though you're only connected through Hoseok who's your bestfriend since eighth grade.

Hoseok takes you to a kickback a classmate of yours is throwing, the party's pretty chill and you wander around talking to everyone because somehow you know them. Hoseok's probably off getting his dick wet or something but you don't bring yourself to care because you're happy for the man. You choose to sit with a group of people well known for being potheads etc.

"y/nnnnnnnn!" Jackson throws his arm around your shoulder, "Been waiting for you to show out all night where the fuck you been?" He laughs, obviously a little cross faded.

You pat him with a grunt and sit back, "Hoseok wanted to eat before so we went for burgers." You mumble and reach for the joint he's holding in his hand. There's a few people you don't recognize and they're all girls sitting around with the likes of Jooheon and Bobby, even Taehyung's here but you brush his presence off.

To these (most likely freshmen) you're a surprise with how casual you are with them. In fact people knew you as a cool, well "chill" person. You had a reputation as a pothead and was well liked by most people you came across, and if you were feeling more scandalous they'd come to know the guys you hooked up with called you a throat goat. Other than that you were well off in school.

"Heard you was back for the summer," Bobby coughs as he hands his joint off to the person next to him, "where'd you go..?"

You take a long drag from the joint, relishing in the good quality as the smoke fills your lungs. "LA," you curtly reply, "shit's crazier over there." You mumble and let out the smoke after a few minutes.

The boys nod collectively, taking hits alongside you as they leave it at that and turn to give their company attention. You relax into the couch, listening to Jackson's wild rants and ideas about life. Your eyes flicker up occasionally and you see Taehyung staring at you and he pays no mind to the girl kissing up his neck.

You hold the joint in your mouth, sitting up and adjusting your jeans all the while keeping your eyes on him. He's hot and he knows what he's doing. You're unsure whether he's ever heard of you but you know you're a familiar face. Taehyung doesn't move at all and flickers his eyes from your face to your waist, tongue peeking out as he licks his upper lip.

His smug little face and playful smile makes you wanna be the one to sit in his lap, but you aren't no thief. He's a taken man for the night and if he wants you.. well he knows what to do.

You get tired of sitting around and pat Jackson to let him know you're leaving. A chorus of 'byes' echo, and you walk away from the circle with the joint tucked between your lips.

You get a few "hey y/n" as you pass by people dancing and drinking. You wave them off and head to a different area to get yourself a couple shots etc. You join a couple girls who offer some shots to you, and soon enough there's ass being thrown back at you and you're still clinging to the tiny burned out joint between your fingertips.

"Hold on," you mumble and make your way back into the kitchen for some water. A body slides up beside you and you see a familiar fluff of black hair, "Hey.." You mumble to Taehyung.

"Was wondering where you went, Jackson sent me with this for you, said something about it bein' for last week." Taehyung dropped a baggy of pre-rolls next to you on the counter, setting his arm down as he caged you between the fridge and him.

You nod slowly acknowledging the gift and continuing on with your search for some water. It comes as a surprise for you to be interacting with Taehyung. "Thought you were busy, need something?" You mumble out once you feel his chest brush against your back.

His cologne is strong but it suits him and you want to smell some more but in your weed fueled mind you find it weird. "Aren't you friends with Seok? How come he's never introduced us? I'm sure we'd make really good friends.." His voice goes a pitch lower towards the end, raspy from the joint he smoked earlier.

Shivers go down your spine and you lick your dry lips unconsciously. "I am and that makes you only Seok's friend. Not mine." You look up at him feeling nervous cause he's so handsome up close and you wonder how all those girls he fucked could maintain any eye contact at all.

Taehyung chuckles softly at your words, "You're so mean," he hummed, eyes half lidded and smile lazy, "you really don't wanna be my friend? Hm...?" He leaned closer with his face mere inches away from yours.

You stare back, a million of things running through your head all at once. Were his lips as soft as his face looked..? Was he a good kisser? Does he French kiss? You wondered all these things and without hesitating you brought him down for a kiss, smacking your lips against his with your arms around his neck. Damn did it feel good.

Taehyung responded almost immediately, hands going down to grip your waist as his thumbs dug into your hips. You tugged him closer to you with your movements a bit rushed and sloppy from the weed in your system. You're both making out furiously in the kitchen harshly breathing through your noses. He reaches down to cup your ass and give it a squeeze through your jeans, moaning into your mouth because of the fat spilling through his fingers.

He hoists you up onto the counter, pulling back to attack your neck with a flurry of kisses. You pant softly and bury your hands in his soft hair to ground yourself. He pulls you closer, dragging you to the edge of the counter and pressing his crotch against yours. You can feel the thick bulge hidden away in his pants, you whine quietly and reach down to stroke him through his jeans.

"Tae," you breathlessly mutter, "fuck me.."

Taehyung grunts softly and grinds his hips into small circles, "My car's parked out in the front, let's go?" He breathes out against your lips, hands already slipping into your jeans and cupping your soft ass cheeks in his hands, idly squeezing the bubbly flesh.

"No," you pull back and stare into his eyes, "right here. Right now." You purred licking his lip as you watched his face morph into one of surprise and shock. He looked like he didn't believe you, so you showed him exactly what he was asking for when he decided to mess with you.

The whole school that night watched in awe as Taehyung pounded you raw on that very counter in front of everyone. People knew you were bold bold and didn't give a shit about anyone's opinions but not Taehyung. He went home still in shock, refusing to even talk about it with Jungkook (who you learned very much later on was his roommate).

It's all his friends talk about and they even make fun of him for it. They say you slut Taehyung out in front of everyone, out freaking him in what he did best. Fucking. He didn't say anything to argue with them. It was true, and now that he had a taste of you he didn't want to stop.

Shit only gets better from there as you and Taehyung see each other more and more. He's obsessed with you at this rate, you ruined any form of sex he liked and all he could do was hope you were free and down to see each other. He was lucky because you were very much enthusiastic to indulge the man.

Something you loved about Taehyung was the way this man gave head, you could lay there for hours with his head between your thighs. It was an added bonus the things he could do with his tongue that had you creaming and shaking.

It feels like time slows down as the heavy pleasure weighs down on you. Your lips part in a silent 'o' as your shaky hands come down to grip his soft curly locks. He's got one hand gripping the back of your knee, lifting your leg up in the air while the other mindlessly floats in the air to get that angle. Your panties are strewn around your dangling ankle and you're wearing only one of Taehyung's old band t-shirts you found on his bed.

Taehyung makes a loud slurping noises and his saliva coats your plump and swollen clit. You push his side a little to the side and sigh loudly when a new wave of pleasure hits you. "There.." You mumble breathily, holding his head in place as your hips grind in slow small circles against his tongue.

He doubles his efforts and lets out a soft moan as the vibrations make your hips jump. He practically smothers his face in your cunt and moves his head side to side with his lips firmly attached to your clit. You let out a broken cry, back arching forward as you went stiff. You desperately pushed your hips up against his mouth and breathily whined because it felt soo good and he was hitting all the right spots.

Taehyung reached with his free hand to slide at least two fingers into the creamy mess as he pushed them in with a audible squelch. Your eyes flutter shut for a second, chest heaving as you throw your head back and stare up at the ceiling because Taehyung knocks the air out of you. He doesn't start the pace slow, no, he immediately plunges both fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. He's got them curled so he hits that special place inside of you.

You melt against the sheets and moan louder because he's sucking on your clit and pairing it with his perfectly timed strokes. You let go of his hair and grab on to the pillows with breathless moans and whines, "God Tae, fuck keep going," you moan and let your head roll back on to the pillow, "gonna cum.."

He can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers and he grins softly against your wet folds. He pulls back to watch your blissed out face as you squirm on the sheets below him. He doesn't stop jabbing his fingers upward, pace getting faster and faster until he sees the familiar quiver of your thighs. "Cum," he grins as he places a hand on your pelvis and holds you down, "get 'em nice and wet... Bet you won't even need lube cause you got a sloppy little cunt, 's drooling for me, beggin' for me to put my cock in and fuck you stupid."

You let out a long moan at his words and feel your clit throb as your orgasm slowly hits. You're left utterly breathless, heart beating a little too hard in your chest as you try and get his hand to stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and only slows down when he sees that the overstimulation is hitting. "Gonna take my cock like a good little slut?" He asks as he taps the tip against your drenched folds.

"Mmhm." You nod and open your shaky legs even further, "I don't want it slow Tae," you mumble softly though the way your eyes droop tell another story.

Taehyung laughs under his breath and hooks your legs around his hips, he leans over your body and pumps his cock through the mess you made. "Want it hard?" He croons softly, "And how's that? You can barely even stay awake."

You hummed, "Fuck me slow then, gonna relax." You softly say and bring your hand down and join his as you stroke his hard throbbing cock. You take his cock and position it at your messy pussy, biting back a moan as he slowly rolls his hips forward. "Fuck.." You sigh.

Taehyung's in bliss his lips fall open as he moans quietly, the sound that comes from your pussy has his mind reeling. He takes ahold of your hips and holds you nice and steady as he begins to roll his hips forward. You lick your dry lips and set your hands next to your head as you grip the pillow. Your pussy's a little sore from the rough fingering but this slow pace makes up for it.

He pants quietly as he quickens his pace but never fully presses into you. He doesn't quite pound you but the pace is fast enough that it leaves you out of breath. You reach down to gentle rub at your clit in slow small circles, eyes locked on Taehyung's as he fucks you. He's biting his lip, focusing on the way you rub yourself and the way his cock slides in and out.

There's a ring of white cream that comes when Taehyung pulls out, he slows down to watch the way your pussy creams some more. His breath stutters as he reaches down to smear around his cock before he pushes his hips to the hilt and stays there balls deep within you. You softly moan at the feeling of him being all the way inside of you, "Mmm-right there..." You lift your hips up to lazily rut against him, "Shit-"

Taehyung hisses softly, "Hold on baby," he pulls out swiftly and lays down next to you, patting your thigh as a signal, "get on baby, ride me like you mean it."

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cream coated cock, you want to lick it all up but you suppose maybe afterwards. "Lay all the way back," you mumble and throw your leg over his waist as you straddle him, "like that." You grab his cock once more and hover over it as you push down with a long quiet moan.

Taehyung's eyes fall shut and he rolls his head back as he squeezes your ass in appreciation. You bite your lip and pick yourself up only to drop down in his lap with a wet smack. He groans a little louder, clearly not expecting you to do that.

"Fuck..!" He gasps out.

You grin down at him and brace your hands on his chest as you begin to ride him like no tomorrow. You're bouncing in his lap with audible loud slaps as your ass connects with his pelvis. Your pussy's making a loud wet noise and the bed's creaking just a little from the force of your bounces. Taehyung's moaning louder, hands holding on to dear life as you ride the hell out of him.

Your head is thrown back, moans flowing freely and hips moving quickly. Your thighs ache but it isn't too bad because you like to ride and when you have control it's all over for your partner. You prop yourself up with your hands coming behind you to settle on his thighs as you lift your hips and slam down just as hard. You're building up a sweat and you're getting a little louder with your noises of pleasure.

"Fuck y/n," Taehyung pants, he hates and loves when you do this because the pleasure's so damn good but at the same time it always makes him cum faster. "Shit, shit, slow down," He cries out as he feels his cock throb pathetically and his lower stomach coils.

You moan loudly and swirl your hips in a slow circle, "Fuck no, gonna cum," you moan out.

He helplessly cries out as you resume your punishing pace. He grits his teeth and focuses on the wet slide and clapping noises the come from your filthy fucking. Taehyung lets out a long loud moan when he's hit with his orgasm, he feels boneless afterwards and has to slow you down cause the tug on his cock feels too much. You grind against him and reach down to rub you clit quickly to join him in his afterglow.

Moments later you're collapsing next to him on the bed with a breathless huff, "My fuckin' cunt feels numb and my thighs are shaking.."

Taehyung pants, looking at you like he's either in love or he's "mad". "You're insane, my fuckin' dick almost fell off cause you were going crazy." He said as he rolled back to stare up at the ceiling while he tried to catch his breath.

You smirk to yourself, "There's a lot of cum in me," you softly add. Taehyung's cock gives a weak twitch and it has you laughing because he's shameless.

+

Whenever Taehyung's busy you find yourself meeting with Jungkook instead. You had met the guy when Hoseok brought him along for bbq one night. He tried wooing you like he did to those helpless girls back on campus but you ran the game so shit like that didn't work. You took the chance to speak with him when Hoseok went to the bathroom as you looked at him dead on.

"I'm not looking for a relationship either and if I'm being honest I've been wanting to fuck you for a while now so why don't we just cut to the chase and you can give me your insta or whatever the fuck you feel comfortable with, yeah?" You try to give him a friendly smile but it's kinda dumb so you settle for your resting bitch face.

Jungkook's sitting there looking shocked as hell, "Oh." He didn't realize his intentions towards you were THAT obvious. He shrugs and drops his whole prince charming façade as he smirks playfully, "Well I mean I didn't know you get down like that," he calmly says, "but me and you? We're gonna get along justtttt fine." He grins.

And so you do...

Whenever you so happen to not be busy with Taehyung, Jungkook hits you up and you both meet at your place because he works nearby and usually he tends to ask you whenever he's getting off work. You think you're getting a reasonable and healthy amount of dick, probably why you're so stress free at school and seem in better moods. Hoseok makes fun of you for it too.

Jungkook excelled in all aspects of sex, you thought Taehyung was the only one? Boy were you proved wrong. Somehow, someway Jungkook pushed you to your limits and did things that brought out a whole new side of you. Taehyung made you wet, had you fucking creaming from a fingering session but Jungkook? Jungkook could do the same shit but had you squirting.

Now you aren't much of a squirter, you only come across that whenever you push yourself and keep going after your orgasms. Jungkook didn't even have to try, he'd have you squirting on the first try whether he was using his fingers, tongue, or cock. You almost said "I love you" from a particular fucking that had left you crying softly and shaking.

You compare the both of them. Taehyung's more of a "let me drag this out" type of pleasure as he teases and builds you up. Jungkook gets to it because "there's more where that came from" as he gives you orgasms back to back. Not to mention their heavenly cocks. Taehyung's a little above average, he's got a thick girth and veiny shaft. Jungkook's a little more longer than Taehyung, equally thick yet curved so he's hitting all those right spots.

You wonder which world did you save in your past life to get this lucky with the both of them?

Jungkook likes lingerie, not those over the top sets but maybe a matching set or a pair of raunchy lace panties or one pieces. You indulge him cause you're hot and you think you look fucking delicious in lingerie. What you buy certainly blows his mind.

You end up getting a black lace one piece, it hugs your curves in all the right places and the chest part is lace see-through. You adjust the straps on your shoulders and do a double take on your ass cause you can't stop staring at it. "Fuck it." You mumble and get your phone as you snap a series of pictures. You send them to Taehyung, Jungkook, your friend, and then your other friend cause you want the hype.

Jungkook had sent you a 'i'm here' text right when your picture sent. You grin because shit's about to hit the fan.

Jungkook ended up liking the lingerie too much cause he was overzealous to get his hands on you.

You end up getting fucked on your bed with your legs thrown over his shoulders. You got your tit hanging out of the lingerie as it jiggles in tandem with his thrusts. He had only yanked the piece to the side and stuck his cock in that way. You weren't complaining cause it had cost you a bit too much for you not to end up getting fucked in it.

"Jungkook...!" You huff out, somehow Jungkook always manages to get you to moan louder and step out of your little quiet zone. 

The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Jungkook slams his pelvis into yours and watches the way your ass jiggles back at him. He's got his dark eyes set on your bouncing jiggling tits, occasionally reaching up to flick his thumb over your pebbled nipple. You get goosebumps all over and release a soft moan at the tingling sensation that comes from your chest. 

"Gonna let me be the only one to have this pussy doll?" He groans and emphasizes his words with a harsh slap of his hips that jostles you, "Hm? Gonna stop being a slut and letting anyone have it? All they gotta do is mention their dicks and you'll be right there with your legs wide open isn't that right?" He coos and grabs on to your tit hard. 

You garble out a moan and arch your back, he's got your knees shaking weakly as you struggle to keep them from sliding off his shoulders. "Y..es.." You whimper, pussy fluttering like crazy from his little dirty talk. 

Jungkook grins, "Right," he mocks as his hips grind deep into yours, "Bet you don't even know what the hell I just told you. Too cock stupid to even understand huh baby?" He muses out as he lets your tit go in favor of slithering his hand up your throat and holding you in place. "Answer me doll." 

Your tongue peeks out and you slowly lick your lips watching as he goes feral from it, "Only yours," and right when you see his familiar cocky grin overcome his features you add a, "for today." He loses all cool and plows you. 

"Oh yeah baby?" Jungkook growls as he squeezes your throat tight and hammers into your soppy pussy. He's relentless and his stamina comes out into play as he takes you by surprise and slams into you harder and harder. To the point you're squirting bits of slick every few seconds and making a mess on your sheets below. 

Your body moves upwards with each thrust as he sends you to cloud nine. You're crying softly because it's overwhelming you, the pleasure comes in hot punishing spurts as it makes you squirm like crazy. "Shit...! Jungkook..!" You whisper out as your eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as moans flow freely. 

"Fucking slut." He growls as he keeps his eyes set on you, "Opening your legs and giving out what's mine. You may be letting others fuck ya baby but just remember," his voice drops an octave as he whispers in your ear, "who makes you squirt? Who makes you cry.." He whispers and lets his tongue run over your ear lobe. 

You come undone from just that, crying out loudly and going stiff when you squirt around the man and get the sheets below drenched. "Fuck! Fuck!" You cry out, head thrown back and body shuddering from his thrusts. 

Jungkook pants into your ear, shuddering from the way you clench tightly around his cock. He rolls his hips forward a few more times until he's coming inside and filling you with his thick gooey cum. It makes you quiver, hands weakly pushing at his hips as you're left unable to speak or do much. 

"Fuck baby," He sighs, content from the rough session of sex, "see you next week." He mumbles out giving your thigh a pat of appreciation. 

You hum, definitely looking forward to next time..

+

Now, how long did you really think you were going to keep fucking both of the homies without anyone of them finding out? You figured not long because Jungkook was slowly starting to hit you up whenever Taehyung did or whenever you were with one of them vice versa. Up until now they didn't know cause you always fucked Taehyung while Jungkook was out at work, and Jungkook always went over to your place. 

Things were working in harmony until one day when they weren't. 

You're getting your back blown out by Taehyung in his goddamn living room for fucks sake. Broad daylight and you're bent over the arm of the couch whining and panting as he sends you to another dimension. "Fuckkk." You drag out as he sets his hands on your lower back to make you arch even further. 

"Lift your leg a little," Taehyung grunts out as he slows down to a slow grind so that you had time to change your position without him jostling you.

You go to do as he says when you hear the front door opening, you look up lazily with your tongue poking out when suddenly a familiar black bucket hat walks into the room. Taehyung mumbles something about his roommate being early. Holy shit. You're frozen and in shock, how could you not have noticed? 

Taehyung always did describe his roommate to be like Jungkook at times and he even let a few details slip like "oh Kook's probably dropping by for something later" or "Kook's bringing pizza in case you wanna stay". Stupid, stupid. You mentally berate yourself for not piecing the evidence together. You have seen Jungkook's shoes in the front for fucks sake! 

Jungkook tosses his bucket hat to the side and sighs, tossing his keys into a bowl and running a hand through his hair. "Hey Tae." He goes to greet the other when his eyes suddenly land on your bent form, butt naked as the day you were born and hickeys covering your throat (proud work from Taehyung). 

Taehyung hums, "Hey Kook." He greets as if he isn't balls deep in you. 

Jungkook is quiet for a few more seconds before he puts two and two together and he lets out a breath of disbelief, "Hm.. I see what's going on here." He pushes his tongue against his cheek looking pissed off, "You know when I said you let just about anyone have it you sure know how to pick 'em don't you y/n?" He mocks as he steps forward. 

"What?" Taehyung mumbles as he pulls back just a little before it clicks in his head too, "She's fuckin' you too Kook?" He chuckles lazily, "Finally the girl who's got you by your balls has been revealed, Kook over here was going crazy over this little pussy of yours." He croons in your ear and gives your pussy a pat. 

"Oh yeah asshole? Well now I know the girl you fucking simp over and take photos of so you can hang them in your room." Jungkook sneers back as he folds his arms over his chest.

 You're mildly alarmed by Jungkook's words and look back at Taehyung with a unimpressed look, "Really dude? Couldn't have just asked? Just sayin'." You softly say, "Whatever grinds your gears." 

"I'm not a fucking pervert!" Taehyung groans, "Listen you just gonna stand there or you gonna let me go back to what I was doing?" He says to Jungkook in annoyance, "My dick's about to go soft with just the sight of you." 

"Fine, but I want in too." Jungkook grins as he takes his jacket off. 

He what now? 

Surely he isn't serious, at least you think he isn't..

 Then you find yourself in a predicament. You're in Taehyung's lap facing Jungkook as he's sliding his cock through the slippery mess of lube and slick. You're terrified out of your mind to even think of having them both in you at the same time. Taehyung's more relaxed, cock throbbing from inside you as he watches with hazy eyes as Jungkook works his own cock inside alongside his. 

"Holy shit," Jungkook grits his teeth as he digs his nails into your thighs, "still so fucking tight." He mutters and inches in to you slowly. 

You let out a low whine of fear but that's not the point, your cunt's tense and so are you. It feels like pressure and a small twinge of pain from your perineum stretching, like a small stinging/burning sensation. It's not uncomfortable and you can bear with it. It just feels like time is ticking by really slow for you. 

"Almost there," Jungkook says as he eases another inch or two into you. 

Taehyung kisses on your shoulder and neck to distract you from the pain as he reaches down between Jungkook and you to fondle your swollen clit. You softly moan, feeling more wetness get coaxed out of you, "Just move, can't bottom out with Tae inside." You murmur softly, "I'm good, promise." 

Jungkook shares a look with Taehyung and the two give in, "Tap my thigh if it's too much." Taehyung relents as he adjusts his grip on you, "Okay?" 

You nod in affirmation and a tiny gasp leaves you when Jungkook begins to thrust in to the best  of his abilities. Taehyung waits a little and then rolls his hips forwards to join Jungkook's. They create this rhythm, one goes in and the other is barely sliding back out though both cocks stretch you to your limits and your g-spot is being hit dead on by you don't know. 

"Oh god," you whimper and throw your head back on Taehyung's shoulder, "fuck meeee..!" You whined out as your thighs shook a little more than usual, "So fucking deep." You gasped. 

Jungkook grunted quietly as he focused on the tempo he and his friend had set. It felt heavenly, the tight fit around his cock sent tremors down his spine. He could feel the disgusting wet slide of his cock rubbing against Taehyung's shaft whenever he was pushing in and the latter was pulling back out. Taehyung was quietly panting against your shoulder as he holds you tight in his arms. 

You rock between the two of them, low whimpers and cries leaving your lips due to the burning pleasure you feel. Your toes curl and you lift your hips a little seeing stars bursting behind your eyelids, "Oh shit!" You cry, it had made both cocks stroke your sensitive walls and cause more pleasure for you. 

You can't escape them, if you move up you're basically pushing up into Jungkook and feeling Taehyung slide back out. It's equally mind blowing and you just don't want this to stop ever despite feeling full and stretched out. 

"Greedy little slut," Jungkook grunts out of nowhere, "couldn't just have one cock now could you? Had to go and find a way to satisfy this slutty pussy didn't you?" He pants softly as he leans down to suck hickeys on to your skin, "Maybe we shouldn't even let you cum, do you even deserve it after being a bad girl and fucking Taehyung behind my back?" 

Taehyung lets out a little grunt, "Pump and dump," He replies, "I mean how many times we make this greedy little slut cum Jungkook? I think it's only fair we get to cum this time don't you think baby?" He asks you with a soft moan in your ear. 

You tremble a little, panting as your pussy flutters around their cocks and tightens just a tiny bit because the telltale signs of your orgasm is building up. Jungkook slaps your cheek lightly, "Pay attention now baby, we asked you something." 

"Mmmmm.... told you, you weren't the only ones." You softly reply because you're out of it, close to coming and feeling like you'll pass out. 

They smirk at your little snarky reply, deciding to set a unforgiving pace as they rock into you harshly now. It jostles you and weak cries are leaving your mouth, you're so so close and you reach down to rub your clit in slow circles. Taehyung sees this and replaces your hand with his own, playing and slapping your swollen bud. 

"Tae..! Jungkook...!" You call out and without any warning you cum hard, shaking and gasping. 

Jungkook bites his lips and yanks his cock out, "Fuck get her over here, gonna put that mouth to good use." He pants as he holds his lubed up cock. 

Taehyung struggles to get you to bend over just a little in his lap as he pushes you towards Jungkook, "Open wide baby," he purrs softly, "give Kook a treat for treating you so nicely." 

Your lips part and you open your mouth to take in Jungkook's wet cock. It's drenched in the flavored lube and some tangy saltiness from his pre-cum and your slick. He tangles his hand in your hair and bobs your head at the pace he wants to go, sighing and moaning. "Fuckkkk, like that baby you're doing so fucking good for me." He smirks. 

Taehyung grips your hips, rocking you back and forth on his lap as he focuses on his own release. He pants and moans lowly, lips forming a small 'o' as he throws his head back with his eyes closed, "Shit she's so fucking wet Kook can barely fuckin' feel her." 

"Slut's all fucked out, prolly even gaping from two cocks being stuffed into her slutty pussy." Jungkook groans in return as his hips stutter, "Shit, shit, shit," He moans long and loud as he cums down your throat, making you gag and sputter around his cock. 

Taehyung's orgasm hits him cause the sounds of you slobbering all over Jungkook comes straight from a wet dream or something. He slumps into the couch with a low whine because his cock is twitching and spurt after spurt of cum fills you. "Shit that's so fucking sexy." 

"Did so good," Jungkook smirks as he pulls out of your mouth and watches you cough up a little cum and saliva, "so, so good.." He pats you. 

You're fucked out, everything in your body is screaming at you to go and lie down cause you were tired. You fought off a wave of sleepiness as your body slowly cooled down and your body just relaxed after the orgasm they both gave you. "Want a bath... and a nap." You softly say. 

Both men stare down at you with fondness in their eyes, "Yeah? You want some wings too?" Jungkook teases cause he knows you're very tired and probably talking out your ass. 

"Boneless please, ooh and some garlic bread and pizza please." You say looking up at him with a serious gaze, "Better be here when I get out of the shower... Tae give me your shirt-"

There was no way they could ever deny you, their favorite little cumdump <3.

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[lowkeyremi]

HE'S TROUBLE ✧ Atsumu x fem!reader

Summary: Starting fresh is never that easy and here you are starting a new school year as a freshman in college. Frat boy Atsumu is determined to make your life all the harder, because why the hell not? Will you make it to the end of your first year without losing your shit?

Content: Implied black female reader but anyone can read (reader wears a scarf/bonnet to bed), swearing, the miya twins have a little sister. (divider)

WC: 2k words

ONE - MOVING IN (Chapter Masterlist)

Reality finally hit you when it turned July 29th. You’ve graduated high school and now you’re going to college. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the college on the top of your list but it was the third option, which in your opinion is still pretty good considering some people don’t even get into any of the colleges of their choosing.

Now your only issue is packing. You’ve been procrastinating all summer, hanging out with friends, playing video games, and doing other random little things you like to do. You have not packed a single box– or bought any boxes for that matter.

Your mother has been urging you to at least start on the little things so you can get something done. Of course you’d blow her off with the idea of ‘I can do it later’.

August is approaching fast and your dorm move in day is August 16th. That gives you two weeks and four days to get everything you want to take with you packed and into your dorm. After that, classes start on the 21st.

Are you nervous? Just a little of course. It'll be weird not seeing family everyday, having your phone taken away because of something stupid you'd done, or being asked to drive your cousins/siblings somewhere. As a college student you'll be expected to manage yourself and get up for classes and what not.

It sucks that seniors get the first pick for classes. Freshmen are last on the list meaning you get the scraps. It's okay though, at least you're taking the essential classes, right?

"[name]! Have you started packing anything yet? I bought you some containers and vacuum seal bags!" Your mother yells from the living room.

"Uhhh..." She's bound to be upset, it's obvious. She asked you to start packing like last week– or was it the week before that?

"I'm packing right now!" Why did you say that? Now she's going to come and check for herself. With haste you begin to spread things across your floor to make it look like you're packing stuff. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, decor, stationery, anything in your line of view is tossed on the floor- in a neat pile of course.

When you look up you meet your mother's eyes and her look is skeptical, doubtful even, she can tell you probably hadn't been packing.

"Mhm... have you looked at that list I sent you? The one with the essentials." Your eyes meet the stuff in her hands then her face once more.

"Will you be mad if I say no?" The sound of soft laughter fills your room. Your mom joins you on the floor, giving a good look to everything on your floor. "Oh what am I going to do with you? For years it was 'I can't wait to move out and go to college.' and now that the time has come you haven't even started packing yet."

"Yes I have! Do you not see the stuff I have out?"

"Girl bye, I am not stupid. I know you just threw this stuff on your floor before I came in here."

"Okayyyy you got me." You raise your hands in defense your mother starts to organize the stuff on your floor.

"It can be a little scary, but you'll get used to it. If you ever have any trouble.. call me. I fight kids." That statement lightens your anxiousness to pack a little bit. The fact that she's actually serious makes it all the more comforting.

"Okay.. I want at least, half your stuff packed by tonight. Your move in day is a little over two weeks from now. That time is gonna fly by and knowing you; you'll want to get some more goodbyes in before you leave." She's right of course, if there was a president of 'waiting until the last minute' it might've just been you.

"I'll get it done. I promise!"

"Is this everything?" Your mother asks looking at both her car and yours. They're packed to the brim with all your things: bedding, boxes of clothes, your small TV, decor, and other things that may not have a use as of right now. At this point it would have been better to rent a small moving truck.

"Uhh.. I'll go check one more time, but I think it is." In order to move things along faster your siblings (or cousins) decided to tag along to help with the moving process. There's a little space in both cars to fit them comfortably without being pulled over... you assume.

When you make it upstairs to check your room, you ultimately decide on not even walking in. Even though your bed, dresser, and some of your posters are hanging up the room feels empty, void of life. It's going to be a lot getting used to your new living conditions, but no one forced you to go to college. It was your own choice.

"Take care of my room for me, okay?" You'd ask no one in particular. Hesitation fills your body when closing the door to your old room, it'll only be a few months until you see it again, fall break. Your youngest sibling or cousin stampedes up the stairs, "Hurry up [name]!! we don't wanna be late!!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Let's get on the road."

Your first thought is that this school is huge, and well duh of course it is.. it's a college campus. It's nothing like the little high school you went too. Your second thought is that there are a lot of people too.

People of all kinds of backgrounds; you realize. People come from all over the world just to go to school here which seems a little crazy but in reality it's not in the grand scheme of things.

All you family members are helping you haul your stuff up to the second floor where your dorm is. Since you are a freshman you're getting a dorm in one of the older buildings while seniors can rent out school apartments and what not. It's only the beginning, you'll reach that level some day, but for now, this is your life.

Your RA is a young woman probably around 8-10 years older than you are. A kind lady with a welcoming face. She's a bit on the shorter side, but her face also gives you the impression that she is not one to mess with.

"Good morning! You must be a new resident. Can I please get a name and an ID?" A polite nod is sent her way while you search your bag for your school ID. The trip across campus to get your ID was certainly worth it, if you hadn't gotten it before hand you would have had to walk back and get it.

The woman walks you through everything, tells you where everything is and the policies of the dorms, even though you already knew them because they had you read them online and accept them. Minutes later a key was placed in your palm, excitement and nervousness welling up in your body.

"This is it, baby. Time to see your room!" Your mom sounds a little too excited to see your dorm and she says it's because you'll be out of her house but you know she'll miss you.

It was the moment of truth when you reached your door. With no haste at all you placed the key into the lock and slowly turned it in the way that unlocks it. You pushed the door open with your leg because there was a box in one of your arms. Once you could move the box from your face you got a nice look at your room.

Definitely small... it looks pretty bland. Well, at least your side of the room does. Your roommate, Emily, had already moved her stuff in a few days prior to you and she's not here at the moment.

"Cute little room." Your mom snickers your way. When she isn't looking you roll your eyes in fake annoyance. She's most definitely making fun of you. It's not like she has room to talk though, you'd seen her dorm in pictures that she took with her roommates.

The move in was smooth. Stuff was once again everywhere. It was hard making choices of what goes where. Your family spent a little bit of time with you before they were on the road again to go back home.

You can't even lie you started missing them the second they pulled out of the parking lot. It's different, very different. Emily bursts through the door pulling you out of your sorrowful thoughts. Upon seeing her for the first time you can kind of tell she's the 'life of the party'.

"HIIII ROOMIE!!! YOU ARE SO CUTE AHHHH!! I was scared I'd end up with an ugly or weird roommate. Thank God they put me with someone cool though." She's also a chatterbox.. which you are one too but not upon first meetings.

A giggle falls from your lips at her words, you like her already, "How can you tell I'm cool if you don't even know me?"

"Trust me, I know cool people when I meet them. Sooooo do you wanna go get dinner? I was hanging out with some people I met in order to give you some time to settle in." She also seems to be considerate. The two of you will get along just fine. All your worries start to fade away as Emily talks your ear off.

The first couple days of school were nothing like you thought they'd be. When classes were over you immediately crashed in bed when you got back to your dorm. Waking up and trying to actually get ready without your mom telling you to hurry up was hard.

You managed to arrive two minutes before your first lecture but the way those seats were packed made you feel like you were late. You ended up sitting all the way in the back with some girl who had chocolate colored eyes.

Ever since then she's decided to buddy up with you. She always saves you a seat because she somehow is pretty early. Her name is Emi, you learn. Emi Miya. When your professor starts to get boring Emi will tell you stories about her crazy older brothers. You've never met them but you've heard a lot about them. Specifically a lot about the older one, Atsumu.

Three weeks into school Emi invites you to eat lunch with her at this cute little brunch place she's been frequenting. Of course you said yes because honestly you had nothing better to do. Most days you would buy lunch and take it back to your building and eat it in your dorm or one of the common areas.

Emi is so easy to talk to, which you like about her. Sometimes you can be a 'I won't talk to you unless you talk to me' kind of person so you like people like Emi who make socializing easy.

As the two of you are walking to the brunch place Emi strikes up easy conversation, "Soooo do you have a boyfriend?" Her eyebrows wiggle, causing you to laugh a little bit at her silliness.

"Nah, I haven't really met someone I can connect with. All my crushes in high school were just guys I was physically attracted to." Her eyes widen at your statement and she quickly comes to a full stop.

"No way! I thought you would for sure have a boyfriend, but your reasoning is valid. I guess that kinda makes you like a forbidden fruit, huh?" A cheeky smile is painted across her face, she knows something you don't.

"What do you mean by 'forbidden fruit'?" Genuine curiosity courses through your body as you match her steps.

"Well this little group of guys came up to me before you got to the lecture yesterday and asked me if you were single." She's kidding.. she has to be. Well maybe not.. you're attractive of course, and those boys probably just want what you can give them rather than a genuine relationship.

"Yeah well... they probably just want sex, you know?" She nods in agreement, "Which is why I told those boys you have a boyfriend. Just looking out for you."

"Thank you, Emi." The restaurant is in view now so the two of you fall into a comfortable silence.

Well what do you know? Maybe this won't be as bad as you thought it would be. It's a lot to adjust to but you've got it figured out.... for right now at least.

note: second chapter will be more interesting. you meet tsumu for the first time!! I hope you guys enjoyed this little intro chapter. i'm excited to see where this story takes us :3

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[jamneuromain]

You Had Me Before Hello

Ari Levinson x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, Age Difference, Size Difference, Swearing, Public Sex, Beards (Facial Hair), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, degradation if you squint, Pussy Spanking, Light Dom/sub tones, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Ari Levinson is being Meanie

Word count: 4k + Bonus~600

Summary: You are a new student on campus, and you meet a handsome librarian.

It is your first day as a freshman.

In a university. In a foreign country, no less.

You settled in your dormitory yesterday at noon, and you received notice this morning that you need a colored copy of your passport to register for your semester today.

You had your copies of your passport, yes, but all in black and white, instead of the colored version.

You had to rush to the Main Library, which, by the way, is twenty minutes away from your place of residence, and hopefully make it in time for your registration appointment with the student center.

Making sense of the signs in a foreign language is hard enough, you groan more when you actually step inside the main library.

People. Everywhere. A lot of them. Chatting or questioning or answering.

Some of them wearing bright color T-shirts, stating that they are volunteers or staff of the library, helping freshmen. As far as you can see, all of them are occupied with freshmen.

Plural.

Like, at least three or four students surrounding one staff or one volunteer.

You bite your lip and observe the first floor, not wanting to bother them.

Lucky enough for you, the library doesn’t require a student card (another card you need to collect when registering for your semester, God knows how many cards and papers have traveled to your hand within less than 24 hours) to get in. You slip through the crowd quietly, noticing the bold letters in a far corner of the first floor that say PRINTING, not in English, of course, but you know that word.

It is a little relief that the printing corner is less crowded. You huff out a breath, reading the instruction to printing that is taped to the wall.

You chew on your lip anxiously when you try to understand the instructions in the local language. To be fairly honest, you regret instantly not attending a university in your home country.

Where you can read and understand fucking printing instructions.

You don’t want a helping hand. You don’t need a helping hand. You are perfectly fine working out your shit in the last few years of your life. And you have to choose a foreign land to continue your studies.

Fucking brilliant.

You turn your head, sighing that you need someone to help you after all.

All of them seem so busy, either talking to another person that you really don’t want to interrupt, or managing their own business on their laptops and phones.

Except for one man.

He isn’t looking at his phone, his laptop, or any electronic devices. He holds his arm, with biceps big enough to strangle an ox. Or maybe three. At once. The man has a scruffy beard and slightly long hair like a lumberjack. He is also incredibly tall like a lumberjack, possibly 6ft8 or 6ft9. He wears a crappy purple T-shirt, meaning that he is also one of the staff.

You walk up to him carefully, mentally prepare yourself for an upcoming conversation, and inhale deeply to calm your nerves.

His freaking musky and woody cologne does NOT help.

In fact, it nearly melts your knees and have you trip on yourself right in front of him.

He is so frigging tall; you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes.

He must have noticed you, for he bends his knees a little, and faces you with a warm smile.

“Um … Hello? Hi? Do you speak English?”

You cover your mouth in realization, eyes wide in shock, after the words flow out of your throat and reach your ears. And your brain. You should have said that in the local language first. Not everyone in this country speaks English and you know that.

You know that!

Just why did you put your foot in your mouth?

Why???

Right, what’s this sentence in the local language again?

The corner of his lips perks up a little, eyes light up in amusement. He nods.

“Sure.”

He can’t help but add, “first semester, huh?”

He sounds so American. Which is a good thing. Which you don’t complain at all. For which you are extremely grateful.

You can understand him. The best damn thing that happens to you today. The best damn thing in the last 24 hours.

You blink. Your appointment with the student center is in 15 minutes. The student center is about a five-minute walk from here. And you really need to figure out how the printer works before the appointment is over. And you don’t understand what’s taped to the wall other than it’s the instruction manual. Of sorts. And you NEED your colored passport copy.

You bite your lip again when the air in your lungs runs out. You have to take a big breath. You just said everything at a speed that only tape-records it, plays it back, and put it on 0.5x speed can someone understand you.

“Please?” You rub your wrist, whispering and perhaps blushing. You don’t want to embarrass yourself by repeating, and you don’t expect him to understand what you just said. Your fingers snatching the edge of your passport so tight that your knuckles are white.

He chuckles, running his hand through his hair. His low timbre fills the air between you: “Sure, lemme help you with it.”

“Thank you. Thank you.” You squeak, following him to a printer.

“Now, it’s as simple as any printer.” He gestures towards the machine, his blue eyes sparkling, but it’s difficult to tell due to the height difference, “if you want to print something from the computer, just click ‘print’ and one of these will print stuff out.”

“Making a copy of my passport?” You pipe up hopefully.

He holds out a hand, taking your passport, “flip the lid open. Whatever you need a copy of, put it inside, close the lid.” He pauses his instruction, fingers hovering above the keypad of the printer, “your student card?”

You blush again, this time, you are certain you are embarrassed, “I haven’t got it yet. I have to complete the registration first and I need a copy of my passport to do that.”

He hums, muscles flexing to operate the machine, “don’t worry. I’ll swipe my card.”

You are suffocating.

His cologne. His massive body. He is invading your senses and your sole piece of mind.

What’s left of it that is not influenced by his smile.

“Just place your student card, here,” he instructs, showing you which button to push and press, “this one, copy.” His head snaps in your direction one more time, “how many copies you want?”

“One.” You check your email just to be sure, “one, thank you, one will do.”

It is only seconds before the machine rumbles to life and gives you the piece of paper you need.

Well, he gives you the paper you need and hands you your passport.

“Thank you!” You shuffle the paper and the passport in your pile of documents in your bag, “thank you so much for this. I would be lost without you.” You flash him a grin with your lower lip still tucked between your teeth.

The alarm goes off on your phone, reminding you there are only a couple of minutes before your appointment. You let out a soft “ooof”, meeting his eyes apologetically, “sorry, that’s my alarm. I need to get to the student center. Thank you for the printing! And helping me!”

“Nah, happy to help.” He waves his hand, and you gulp. His massive hands. Massive. “Have a great day!” He adds, holding his arms again just as you saw him for the first time.

You step back, flashing him another smile, and rush towards the door, heading out.

It is until you arrive on time for your appointment in the student center do you realize, you should have said “have a great day” too.

You should have.

You purse your lips, wishing you had, or your smile has conveyed the message.

You almost forget completely about him, until you meet him again, in the library.

You are searching for a paperback. It is on the reading list of one of your classes, and since it’s only a book with 100 pages, you don’t mind at all picking it up from the library and reading the book later.

The problem is, you can’t find the shelve where the book is, allegedly, according to the library system.

You circle the third floor twice. With bookshelves made of metal, easily a foot or two taller than you (!), you are wandering in an iron jungle, which is probably an understatement. Your stomach grumbles in protest. It’s half past twelve, and you need some food before your body goes on strike. You’ll need another twenty minutes to walk to your dorm to cook. On second thought, you’d buy a sandwich and a bag of chips on your way back.

You rub your forehead, looking around for a service desk.

Why doesn’t this damn place have a map or something. You mutter under your breath, the bag on your shoulder heavier by the minute. You would have left your laptop in your dorm, but you opted to take it for notes.

Not a wise choice.

With a service desk in sight, you cross your fingers, hoping the staff hasn’t decided to go to lunch – because that would be marking your fruitless search during the last half an hour an end.

A man is sitting behind the service desk. It raises the little flame of hope inside you.

You mentally brace yourself for speaking in a foreign language, “Hello? Hi? I was wondering if you could help me find a book?”

No grammar mistakes. Pronunciation clear. Voice audible. Good. You nailed it.

“Hello. Uh, sure. Which book?” He places the book in his hand down on the table, swirling his chair, pulling him close to the table. He looks up and flashes you a smile, waiting for your answer in anticipation.

His slightly long hair, his large biceps, and his scruffy beard. Something seems familiar with this man.

“Oh wait, you’re the girl who wants her passport copied.” Realization hits his face, and he switches to English. To make you more comfortable, obviously. His smile a shade more genuine, or is that possible? Surely your head didn’t make all this up? “I’m Ari, by the way.”

You suck up a breath. The man who helped you with the printing machine. Your memory clicks.

And the reason you hold your breathing is the strong musky cologne that could knock you off your feet right this second. Or on your knees? Both?

“Ri-Right,” you stutter the name of the book, lowering your eyes. His blue irises piercing, as if seeing right through your skin, and digging out your mind filled with excessive active neurons.

Did you tell him your name? You don’t remember.

He is not wearing a bright-colored T-shirt, but a blue shirt, somewhat formal. He rolled up the sleeves to his elbows as if his biceps weren’t protruding enough. And he loosened the button of his shirt, his chest peeking out.

You are going to faint.

Ari types something on the computer in front of him, and says: “It should be on the F9-303 shelf.”

You rip your mind from the gutter and bite your lip, “it should… the problem is, I can’t find the shelf.”

He “aww”s in sympathy, grabbing his card and his phone, “c’mon, I’ll take you there. It could be a bit tricky; you see, you have to go across the self-study lobby, and turn left…”

He stands up. His tall frame looming over you. He could literally stuff you inside his body if he wants to. And his jeans, his ass-hugging jeans. His long legs. His fucking thick thighs.

You follow him, your mind detached from your body, wondering to God knows where.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lip. Heart pounding frantically in your ribcage. You have never felt this way for a man. Any man. How you could only whimper in his presence, how your eyes can barely leave his image without your fierce control over your body, how you melt under his gaze.

Which is now.

You feel like you melt. On the floor, in a puddle.

“You alright?” He stops, eyeing you curiously.

“Yeah… yeah.” You sound more like convincing yourself instead of convincing him.

Ari doesn’t press more on the topic, gesturing one of the shelves to your right-hand side, “here it is. F9-303.” He holds his arm, leaning on another bookshelf, a smirk on his face.

You murmur a low “thank you”, fully aware that you two passed by a room full of students just a few feet from the shelves.

F9-303: 3707. The number of the book you are searching for. Something momentarily distracts your mind from the filthy thoughts. Your eyes started with the middle of the shelf.

F9-303. This match. Good news.

Bad news, this row is F9-303: 80 to F9-303: 945.

Higher up must be.

You sigh, nearly breaking your neck searching in the iron jungle of books before you finally find the damn book. F9-303: 3707.

The smell of old books and browning papers calms your nerves. You stand on your tip-toe to grab it.

It is a half-success.

You touched the cover of the book, however, failed to pull it out. Because you can’t reach the top of the book. And the heavy laptop is dragging you down.

You lay your bag against the bookshelf, and try again.

No luck.

It’s not like you can change your height or the length of your arm within 5 seconds.

Shit.

You could always ask him to help. Your head helpfully suggests.

Nope. NO. Nada. Never. Not again!

You press your head on the cold steel. Cursing your height and your arm’s length. And whoever is brilliant enough to design huge iron anti-human bookshelves.

But mostly yourself.

Mostly about how you will embarrass yourself again in front of him.

You pray to whatever deity above to carve a hole under your feet so the earth could swallow you. When you consider for a brief second jumping up to get the fucking book.

Jumping! Like a fucking monkey!

Although you haven’t jumped. The idea alone is just painful.

Your breath hitches when a warm body presses up against you. A long arm reaches easily above your head, taking the book in his large hand.

You turn your body around so quickly that your spine could have snapped.

You are faced with his chest. His masculine scent drips into your lungs, squeezing all the oxygen out of your cells.

“Your book.” His voice drugs your brain, making you feel funny, making you squirm. Ari lowers his head to gaze into your eyes. The beautiful blue eyes lust-blown, his body burning. Every ounce of your self-control fizzes into thin air like water vapor.

You should grab the book and thank him.

You should.

You really should.

Instead of fixing his gaze, and your heart pounding in your throat.

You bite your lip, when the book hits the ground with a soft thud, and he frees your lip with his. Taking hold of your waist and your neck. Crushing you with his muscles. His bulge digging into your soft belly. Your hands rest on his broad chest willingly, tugging the fabric with your nails.

You have never kissed a man with a beard before.

It is new.

It is itchy.

It is exciting.

“Fuck.” Ari mutters, ravishing your jawline and your neck, teeth nibbling your collarbone. His beard rubs your skin, sparks of fire blooming in your chest. He palms your breasts roughly, dipping one hand down. His hand sneaks inside your leggings, only a thin piece of panties blocking his way. He toys with your clit beneath the wet spot of your panties, his lips back on yours once more to muffle your gasps.

If it weren’t for him pinning your body to the shelves, you’d be weak on your knees right now. Your breasts tender, nipples peaking under his large hand. Your core drenched, aching for more.

He pulls up your sweater and his hand works its way to your skin, thumbing your pebbled nipples.

“No bra? Buttercup, you’re naughtier than I thought.” He tuts, fingers landing on your pussy, your panties out of the way somehow.

You try to muster an explanation, but you forget all about that and shiver as he captures your clit between his fingers, rolling and pinching it experimentally. Involuntary moans slip out of your lips. You try your best to bite back your noises, but his skilled fingers work your clit, triggering your body to act on itself.

“Ari -” You exhale trembly, legs on the verge of giving out. It’s a surprise you still remember his name when you are about to drown in orgasm, “close. Fuck. Please.”

Ari thrusts his fingers into your tight channel, the heel of his palm against your clit. You almost bite your tongue when he explores your pussy and pushes you steadily toward an orgasm.

You bite down on the back of your hand when the orgasm hits you hard. Your channel clenches around his fingers, your thighs shaking, as his palm still digging into your bundle of nerves.

You ride the tides of your aftershock through slow breathing. Ari pulls his fingers out to lick them, groaning by your ear, “sweetest cunt I’ve ever had, buttercup.”

He manhandles your body, your front pressing the shelves, and he rustles behind you. He unzips his pants, pulling your leggings and your panties down in one fluid motion, and his bulbous head taps your pussy. A gentle knocking, your mushy brain concludes, probably the only thing gentle you’re getting from him.

His hand holds your hips, sinking you on his cock.

He is fucking HUGE.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You forget how to breathe. How to scream. How to curse. His girth stretches you to the fullest, reaching spots that you didn’t even know were there. Your eyes brimming with tears, choking on air, hands grabbing back. His arms, his hair, his body, anything to hold you. Anything to brace you.

Ari presses you against the shelves, a string of profanities leaves his lips. He grasps your breast again, other hand on your hips, snapping himself into you.

“Tight fucking cunt. Milkin’ me.” His hand settles on your throat, grunting as he hits your cervix, “hate to crush your windpipe, buttercup, but you’d better keep the fuck down.”

Your nails rake his bare arms, mewling, protesting his roughness.

“Bet you fuckin’ lovin’ it. Fucked like a desperate little slut. Knowing anyone could come over right now is making you hornier, huh?”

As if on cue, your channel convulses with his words. It’s so wrong, to get off with his degradation. But you can’t help it. The hoarse in his voice, the low whispers, the strength he maneuvers you, you love it.

You moan and whimper, which basically is your entire vocabulary now, leaning onto him to get away from his annoying paw on your throat.

“Poor baby needs her attention.” He chuckles darkly, ramming into you, “that’s it – Fucking Christ, your pussy’s gripping me.”

You shake your head. You don’t want to grip him or milk him. You want him to whisper sweet things to your ear, showering you with praises, dolling you up like you’re the princess.

“No – No.” You rasp out, “not a slut.”

Yet your pussy says otherwise. Your abused pussy weeps when he roughly fucks you. Your pussy squelches when he thrusts in. A fire burning your abdomen, wrings your insides tighter and tighter.

Ari’s hand finds your clit again, slapping it mercilessly, “too late, buttercup. Look at the mess you made.”

White hot shocks take control of your body. His swats torture your clit, now puffy and throbbing, adds to your fire. Tip-toeing the borderline between pain and pleasure, accumulating at a speed that is too much to take.

You try to push his hands away, but his arm is too strong. He laughs at your resistance, spanking your clit some more, “c’mon buttercup, cream my fucking cock. Cum. I said, CUM.”

Your mind goes blank. The fire in your belly erupts. Your tight hole beating a pulse nearly damn same as your heart, but with him balls deep inside you, you are filled, and your pussy could only take his pounding without any defense. He nestles his entire length inside, and fucking you through your orgasm.

He stops his assault with your clit as soon as you cum, only rubbing it with smooth circles, prolonging your orgasm.

You slam your head back into the bookshelf when the intensity strikes you. Your screams become moans with his large hand on your mouth.

Before you realize it, he flips your body over, with his cock in your pussy, plowing into you again.

“Can’t.” You choke, breath ragged and uneven, “too much.”

Ari captures your lips with a bruising kiss, his facial hair less irritating. “One more, just one more, buttercup.”

You sniffle, tears sliding down your cheeks, “… ’m sensitive. Can’t. Please, Ari.”

He puts your jelly legs on his waist, setting a pace slamming his hips into you, “baby, be a good girl and just cum one more time.” He licks the tears from your face, peppering you with little pecks and kisses, “it’s not that hard, hm?”

It’s not.

The second orgasm teetering on the edge as he speaks.

“You’re so fucking hot cumming on my dick. C’mon buttercup, I wanna see that again.”

You swallow hard. Your pussy sore and sticky, your clit swollen, your hole clamming down his thick girth. You don’t think you could handle cumming again.

His dick swells up in your pussy – how’s that even possible. He tightens his jaw, massaging your lips with his, “please, pretty baby.” His voice so soft as if begging you. He kisses your sweaty forehead and your throat column, “Christ, your pussy feels good.”

“Ari -” You stammer your words, the upcoming coil winds up in your lower belly once more, "… cumming. I’m cumming."

He kisses you hungrily, his hips losing the pace he builds up as his neck flushes. Your orgasm ripples in your veins, bubbling your blood, leaving your body pliant.

With a final thrust, his dick pulses in your velvet walls, shooting out ropes fulling you to the brim.

It takes both of you a moment to come down from your high.

You pull your leggings and your panties from your ankle, while he offers you a tissue to clean yourself up.

“Would you like to go on a date later?” Ari blurts out.

You huff out a breath, tucking your shirt back under your sweater, “yeah, cause that’s … original.”

You manage the only word you could. It was a spur of your mind. In fact, you would love to go on a date with him. To get to know him. You don’t do casual sex. You never did. Apart from this time, apparently.

“I think the word you are looking for is conventional.” Ari chuckles, not minding your attitude at all. He picks up the long-forgotten book from the ground, handing it to you.

You shuffle it into your now-heavier bag, and chew on your lower lip.

Your lips are still suffering from a first-degree burn from his beard. Frankly, you want the burn on your lips again.

“What’d you say, buttercup?” He cradles your jaw in his palm, bending his knees just a little so that he could watch you without you having to crane your neck. He sounds almost begging, “lemme buy you dinner? A cup of coffee? Something?”

He pouts.

This grown-ass man. POUTS.

Like a kicked puppy soaking wet due to the rain.

“Pretty please?” He kisses your lips, gently, this time.

You snort a short laugh, “Don’t the college rules forbid teacher-student relationships?” You fix the straps of your bag on your shoulder, leaning into his touch.

“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head, long hair making you want to tuck them behind his ears, “not if you’re not in my class.”

“Well then,” you grin like a Cheshire cat, before he suffocates you with another kiss, “you owe me lunch, Ari.”

Bonus:

Three months into your relationship, everything works out smoothly.

You haven’t moved in with him. Not yet. But all things considered, you practically stay in his place six days out of a week, only returning to your dorm to fetch a couple of necessities.

So, here you are, lying on his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily under your palm and his fingers massaging your scalp after a stressful day full of lectures and seminars. You are also stressed because this is the second day of your period, and your hormones would not calm down, messing with your sleep and your mental health.

Messing with your mind, having you raise your head and pop out a question.

Not the kind of question that needs you to kneel before him and present him with a ring. God no.

The kind of question that would cause a war between you. The kind of question, if you did not hear the answer that makes you “awww”, you will be so mad at him.

“I was wondering,” you raise your head, looking him in the eyes. His blue eyes nothing short of warmth, engulfing you with a sense of security.

“When is it that you feel you fall in love with me, for the first time?”

You don’t know why you ask. Probably has something to do with the beginning of your relationship being mind-blowing sex in the library.

Your stomach starts a new wave of cramps, and you bite your lip. Due to the pain, but also the anxiety that you are not sure why he ends up with you. You are shy, inward, and occasionally cursing. Starting a relationship with sex is something you have never experienced before.

As far as you can tell, Ari is the exact opposite of you.

You just … don’t know.

Ari places a kiss on the top of your head, his thumb stroking your back absent-mindedly, providing you with more warmth.

Ari met you on your first day in this country.

Roughly 24 hours before you two actually talked to each other.

He was driving through the city to his apartment, to get ready for the semester. He was supposed to help out in the Main Library the next day.

He was running errands all day. Hitting brick walls each and every step of the way because the bureaucracy in the system was killing him.

Reaching a crossroad where there were no signal lights, Ari noticed a girl, you, with a heavy backpack, standing by the curb, stepping out a few times, only to return to your spot, waiting for a chance to cross the road. A couple of sedans drove by, but none of the drivers gave a shit about a pedestrian trying to cross the road.

He could see the tiredness on your face. The sun was getting low, and it was not safe for anyone to wander around the streets alone. He assumed you were one of those who just wanted to go home.

His car slows to a near stop. A few feet from you. He thought you would cross the road.

You bit your lip, smiled a bit, and waved your hand, signaling him to drive.

He chuckled to himself. He rolled down the window by a seam, and gestured for you to go ahead.

There were more cars behind him, and many were getting impatient, honking in protest.

You smiled. A genuine smile, even though you were tired.

You looked less tired, running in front of his car with the backpack swinging on your shoulders, waving after you had safely arrived on the other side of the road.

And he met you, formally, the next day. In the university he was working. His buttercup, you.

Ari rubs your lower belly. A few whines of discomfort escaped your lips.

“Well buttercup,” he moves himself to hover above your body, while you tuck a strand of loose brown hair behind his ear. He lowers his head to steal a kiss, “you had me before hello.”

Fluff no smut Drabble: Why "Buttercup"?

Smut implied drabble Distraction

#ari levinson smut #ari levinson #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #you had me before hello #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans characters #ari levinson drabble

[emyluwinter]

There is a theory among fans that Rollo will be expelled and transferred to the NRC

Well, you understand that I can't help but beat this idea!

Dark Mirror chooses a dorm for Rollo. Flamme suddenly raises her hand to attract attention.

-Mr. Director Crowley, can I choose a dorm on my own?

-Oh, that's tradition,Flamme. The Dark Mirror chooses a suitable dormitory for you. - Crowley answered, taken aback, looking at the young man.

Suddenly, a dark mirror interrupts all the voices in the hall.

-Heartslabyul

Deuce cursed softly as he stood next to Ace. "Damn it!Not to us!!"

-It seems that this guy will not be very well received in any dorm - Grimm grinned sitting on Yuu's shoulder.

-Yeaaah…it won't be easy for him at first. But on the other hand, Heartslabyul with rules will be a more similar place to NBC for him..

-I would prefer to stay in Ramshackle. -Rollo announces very sharply, already anticipating his life with the Prefect.

Everyone in the audience gasps with surprise and confusion. Why would a magician suddenly choose this dorm?!

-WHAT THE HELL?! -Grimm shouted in disbelief. ***

Yuu tries to convince Rollo not to go to their dorm.

-Mr. Flamme, please think carefully. Ramshackle is definitely not a place where anyone in their right mind would want to go…At least…look at Heartslabyul. Yes, there are strict rules, but there is a more comfortable atmosphere for you.

-Yeah..Deuce is already dreaming of breaking head if he even takes a step towards them… - Grimm snorted softly, looking apprehensively at the former president of the school board.

-Grimm, you're definitely not helping me…

-I heard, Prefect, that you spoke about your hostel as "Exceptional", so I was very interested in this position. "To be an exception to all possible rules and procedures"

-That is, it does not bother you at all that you will have to live with freshmen, one of whom is a fire-eared cat with fire, and the second person does not have magic from another world… ***

Under heavy negotiations, Rollo was still allowed to stay in Ramshackle, much to Yuu's regret. Now they really need to be a prefect. In addition, for a high school student…not the best arrangement for them.

-Mr. Flamme…before we go inside…I ask you to gather all your courage. Because I know how you definitely… um…..interested? In cleanliness….Ramshackle definitely won't fit your taste on any point…

-Oh, I'm sure you're completely exaggerating.

-Ooooooooooh, if only it were so….

Yuu shows Ramshackle. Still in a dilapidated state. With a lot of cobwebs and mold. But definitely in a better way than when Yuu and Grimm came for the first time.

-HAVE MERCY ON THE RIGHTEOUS JUDGE?!WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! - Rollo is horrified to notice every inch of dust around him and… mold on the ceiling?!Because the roof is leaking?!And there's still some weed growing in the walls somewhere?

-I warned you, didn't I? ***

First-year students are interested in Yuu how everything went in the evening in a video chat.

Yuu dejectedly and extremely awkwardly lowers his head.

-He fainted…..

All - ???

Yuu covers his face with his hands and exhales heavily.

-He felt so bad from the sight of the dorm that he fainted….the nurse said he was in shock.

The first-year students are quietly choking with laughter, and really do not want to pour salt on Yuu's wound.

Epel biting her lip so as not to burst out laughing. - Well……he deserved it.

Yuu rubs the bridge of his nose tiredly. - Deuce, please warn Riddle that he may ask tomorrow morning to live on a full basis as a student of your dorm…

#twisted wonderland #twst rollo #twst prefect #twst yuu #twst mc #twst disney

[demonichikikomori]

No Nut November: Round 3

All students written as +18

+Round 1 +Round 2 +Round 4 +Bonus Round

Trey Clover

Lasts 20/30 Days

Trey wasn’t too sure about participating. All of the stress he deals with on a daily basis with keeping Riddle in check and rounding up the freshmen, it’s just more that adds to the problem. But, he can’t say no to you either.

And because of his inability to refuse, the next 20 days are a downhill snowball of stress and hormones.

Week one is already a mess.

Riddle is throwing a tantrum. Ace and Deuce are causing problems. Cater is running off somewhere to take pictures. There’s an UnBirthday party that needs 30 different types of tarts ready in the next 2 hours. Some freshmen lost the hedgehogs for said party. And now you’re sending him lewd photos.

Everyone started to steer clear of the older brother figure, noticing how he looked ready to rip someone’s head off of their shoulders. His blood vessels ready to burst.

The air around him was only getting tense and more threatening as the days passed. At one point Ace and Deuce begged you to check in on Trey.

You felt bad, knowing that you were the cause of the added stress by suggesting he participate in the silly challenge. You decide to bring a peace offering to Trey on day 20, hoping to cheer him on and congratulate him on his hard work. A small bag of hand made candied violets you had to swat Grim away from eating.

You entered Heartslabyul and went to Trey’s room, hoping to surprise him with the treats. Instead, you caught him sitting at the edge of his bed. His tight fisted grip wrapped around his erection as he panted out your name. He glared at you as you stood shocked in the doorway.

“… Are you going to come in and finish what you started?”

Jack Howl

Lasts 14/30 Days

He wasn't viewing No Nut November as a serious challenge. How hard could it be? All he needs to do is keep his hands to himself. Easy.

Jack is a modest person, not needing to think of such things, but… When the rule is enforced that he’s not allowed to or supposed to it makes life much harder.

You choose to tease him, running your hands through the soft fur on his tail, sitting in his lap during your free periods together, and casually rubbing over his strong arms and thick thighs.

He doesn’t understand your sudden handsy attitude, but it clicks when you cup his pecs and squish your face right in between. It’s because of the stupid challenge.

All of the attention leaves his tail wagging, expecting more only to be left alone to try and get over the newfound burn deep in his stomach. He wants your attention. He misses your kisses. Why are you guys doing this again?

Jack is whimpering outside your door, early in the morning of day 14 of the challenge. The sun had just began to peek over the horizon. He sounds hurt and you open the door to Ramshackle and see him standing there with folded ears.

“Is it okay if we throw in the towel… I’m not saying I’m giving up because it’s hard… But I feel… Lonely. I guess.”

The lone wolf felt lonely? Well, it’s your job to change that.

Riddle Rosehearts

Lasts 10/30 Days

“Absolutely not.”

Riddle refused the request for him to join in on the fun event known as No Nut November. At first he thought it was a food related month, raising awareness to those allergic to nuts. But he was wrong, and disgusted.

He already has enough stress, it’s not that he can’t handle a bit of self restraint, but this challenge is childish. And he will not be taking any parts. But once you start begging, he cracks and agrees. But he won’t be having fun.

For the next few days, Riddle complains to you over text that this challenge is stupid. And you only respond with lewd photos, hoping to get him riled up. He spams your inbox to hide said photos from any passing students who may have glanced at his phone.

He’s angry with you trying to mess with him, you asked him to participate! Why are you causing issues on purpose?! He doesn’t understand your morbid sense of humor!

You live for the sight of his red face, frustrated and annoyed with you, but Riddle Rosehearts also has a short fuse. And he was ready to explode.

On day 10. Your antics were put to a stop as he demanded you come to his room and accept your punishment. He was officially forfeiting.

He won’t be playing along with this anymore if you won’t behave long enough to make it through the month. Why should he play along?

Silver

Completes the 30 Days

"The what?"

Silver (like Malleus) does not have the necessary brain capacity to conjure up boobies on his own in the first place. So, when you ask him to play along for No Nut November he agrees, but he doesn't understand what he's supposed to do.

When you send him a few pics in hopes of throwing him off, he is actually honored to receive them. You're left flustered by his compliments and how he praises your dedication to photography.

Part of you feels guilty within the first week as Silver sheepishly tells you he asked his father about this challenge to understand it better. He will try to take it more seriously! You waved it off, imagining Silver with a stern pout and crossed arms.

But, later that night, around Day 8, you woke up feeling warm. Unusually warm.

Silver was slotted between your thighs, thrusting shallowly as he sheathed himself inside of you. You nearly came on the spot, shuddering as you stared in shock at the sleepy looking Silver.

"Father taught me in games like this, it's an eye for an eye."

And an eye is what he took. Along with all of your gasping breaths as you were pushed to the verge of an orgasm almost everyday. Good thing he finished the month out strong, because you’re ready to kick down his door on December 1st.

Floyd Leech

Lasts 25/30 Days

He asks YOU to join in on the game, a test of endurance and it sounds fun. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, squeezing and nearly crushing your bones until you accept his request.

You want to take the chance to try and tease Floyd, but he knows your ins and outs. All the tricks you had up your sleeve? He keeps them in his left pants pocket. And then-some. His hands are sliding around your throat, cupping playfully at your chest. Around the first few days he was dry humping you in the library hidden behind the bookcases.

It’s fine if you don’t cum right? Do your best Shrimpy!~!

You find yourself becoming more and more frustrated and antsy when you see Floyd, waiting for some kind of edging as the month goes on, but closer to day 15, he starts keeping his distance. Half way from the end of November.

Where’s all that bravado? The teasing touches, pinches, and bruising kisses? You took the chance to start to mess with Floyd, he had his chances to tug you around like a rag doll. You needed vengeance!

You started pinching him during classes, seating yourself in his lap, and just like him pouncing on you in the library, you pushing him into a closet just to suck on his neck before sending him back to class.

You wanted to torture him for the final fifteen days… And your mission was almost a success. After ten days of Floyd’s personal hell, he had enough. It’s only fun when he does it to you, not vice versa!

You were back in the storage closet, folded in half against the wall as he thrusted into you, moaning into your ear with a sharp toothed grin.

“We both suck at this huh? Shrimpy?”

Jamil Viper

Lasts 27/30 Days

Jamil wasn't taking your request seriously when you asked him the previous night before if he would be playing along with this years No Nut November

You're joking right?

He begrudgingly accepts your request for him to participate. Crossed arms and loud sigh included as you began cheering him on to do his best.

The first few days he shockingly stumbled through due to your barrage of lewd photos and delicate touches through classes. His self control is higher than the average student attending NRC, but he is still human.

Day 7, he invited you to the library after classes ended for thhe day. When you arrived, Jamil snatched you up by your arm and shoved you up against a wall. There were no other students around to witness the sight of his leg shoved between yours as he growled at you.

"Enough. You asked ME to participate in this stupid game."

You did stop with your taunting and teasing. But only for a few days. You made it worse on Jamil around day 14. Why? Because who was he to stop you. If he decided to punish you, you could just keep the antics up afterwards.

As the month reached the end, so did the thin stretch of Jamil Vipers patience.

You don't know how he caught you off guard in Ramshackle, but you began to strip under the power of his hypnotism. Don't play the timid role of shocked or surprised now. These are the consequences of your actions.

Now, apologize. And take things seriously next year.

#nnn twisted wonderland #no nut november #trey clover #jack howl #riddle rosehearts #silver #floyd leech #jamil viper #smut hcs

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Hajime Hinata VS Izuku Midoriya [Danganronpa Survivor VS My Hero Academia]

Hifumi: Hajime Hinata, the Ultimate Hope from Hope's Peak Academy.

Leona: Izuku Midoriya, the Symbol of Hope from U.A Academy!

Uchui: The masses need a savior when the world is in danger. In a society that consistently held them back, these incredible heroes began life with nothing and developed the charm, fortitude, compassion, and drive to defend the people they care about.

Hifumi: However, which one of them will prevail when everything is on the line?

Leona: He's Hifumi, I'm Leona and THAT'S Uchui! 

Hifumi: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, talents and skills, to see who will win a DEATH BATTLE!

Leona: So we've decided to have Uchui come back for another major role in an episode, and in case you're wondering why...This. This is why.

Uchui: Yes. After all, I happen to have quite a unique attachment to our combatant today.

Leona: Everyone strap in, because we are about to talk about one of the most convoluted and batshit crazy backstories in all Danganronpa lore...and yes, I ACTUALLY mean that this time.

Hifumi: To start with, let's once again go over Hope's Peak Academy, since it actually plays a pretty heavy role in this story, even more so than compared to our other combatants. There are definitely a lot of talented people in our world who have extraordinary skills that make them appear superior to others. People swarm to these gifted individuals, referring to them as prodigies, savants, or even geniuses.

Leona: And Hope's Peak is a school that focuses on these people, giving them Ultimate titles. Like the 77th Class of Ultimate Students, which were freshmen around the same time this story starts. They included characters like the Ultimate Gamer, Gymnast, Team Manager, Mechanic, Photographer...even Princess and Yakuza!

Uchui: Hope's Peak Academy and it's staff did not care about who you were or where you were from. Be you a poor slum dweller with barely any cash or power to your name, or the heir to a powerful empire with a criminal underbelly, it didn't matter. So long as you were the most talented high schooler in your respective field, you could be invited to attend Hope's Peak's main course as an Ultimate.

Hifumi: Emphasis on the "invite" part. Unlike most Japanese high schools, Hope's Peak Academy does not have an entrance exam, at least it didn't at the time. Modern Hope's Peak under the guide of Makoto Naegi is different and more welcoming, but back in the old days, you had to actively be scouted by the academy itself in order for a chance to attend.

Uchui: There WAS, however, more to this. In the year that Class 77-B enrolled, the Reserve Course was launched by the Academy runners. It was designed for students without talent who could attend classes for a hefty fee. Reserve Course attendance was required, and students were treated like regular students, in contrast to Ultimate students who could choose to attend classes or not. Only three Reserve Course students are currently recognized by name, but the most significant by far...was Hajime Hinata.

Hifumi: Like many of his kind, Mr Hinata had always admired Hope's Peak Academy and hoped to attend since he was a young child. It was a lofty ambition of his, comparable to becoming a superhero or celebrity. Being a part of something greater than himself would allow him to overcome his self-consciousness and grow into a person he could be proud of. Being a talentless person, he thought his life was boring, and that he himself was worthless.

Leona: But thanks to the Reserve Course, Hajime got to attend his dream school, lived a happy life, and enjoyed his studies to the fullest, right? Right?

Uchui: Not by a LONG shot. Even as a Reserve student with no talent, Hajime continued to feel inadequate. He was so resentful of his own limitations that it drove him to want to enroll in the Main Course, not be some backup student. And frankly, the Academy itself and the twisted bastards that ran it, the Steering Committee, did NOT help with this. In fact, they only ADDED to the emotional damage!

Hifumi: In the eyes of the academy runners, having talent was the key to success in life; without it, one can only lead a life of mediocrity and meaninglessness. The Reserve Course Students were despised as merely affluent children who gained admission to the Academy of Hope by buying their way in. 

Leona: Oh...Well...That's ok! 'Cause he made a friend! A friend in the form of a really cute and chubby main-course student, Chiaki Nanami! The Ultimate Gamer! They met on the first day of school and met at the fountain to play video games together on a regular basis. She once consoled him after he was upset about not having a talent, telling him that there is more to life than that and that spending time with others is was important.

Uchui: While I can get behind that, and while Hajime was happy to have her company, his obsession with being something greater did not lessen. In fact, the longer he stayed at Hope's Peak, the worse things got, especially when one of his fellow Reserve Course students was murdered by another, and the academy not only refused to do anything about it, but they actively COVERED IT UP to avoid backlash from the public.

Hifumi: When he tried to confront the academy about it, he was swiftly...beaten to the curb. It was here that whatever self-confidence he once had left his body entirely. He wasn't even HUMAN in the eyes of his heroes, just a money-bank! At least...that's what he thought.

Uchui: Truth be told, Hajime had caught the interest of some...suspicious individuals working on an experiment with the Steering Committee...This was the Hope Cultivation Plan, otherwise known as the Izuru Kamukura Project.

Leona: With this being the last straw, Hajime signed up for the project, where he, a young skinny kid, received superpowers to become CAPTAIN AMERICAAAA-This is the wrong script, isn't it?

Hifumi: Well, it DOES share some similarities, but the actual outcome could not have been more drastically different. This is the part you should explain Mr Porosen, assuming you're alright with it...

Uchui: It's perfectly fine. It's why I came on the show today after all...Ahem...Truth be told, the original plan for the Izuru Kamukura Project was proposed by Ryuichi Kamukura, a descendent of Izuru Kamukura; the original founder of Hope's Peak...He's also...my Father...

Leona: If you think that's a yowch, it'll hurt more to know that in spite of Izuru reportedly being a rather humble man, his descendants were anything BUT! The family is basically the Danganronpa equivalent of Umbrella Corp. reputed for their secretly evil and ruthless nature, sacrificing anyone and anything in their quest to achieve perfection. The only exception, and the only one of them who actually had a fucking conscience, was Uchui here.

Uchui: And the Hope Cultivation Plan was supposed to be my father's pièce de résistance. The purpose of the experiment that my father designed, oversaw, and received funding for from The Steering Committee, was to produce artificial hope in talentless students and create the "Ultimate Hope," a student possessing every talent Hope's Peak Academy has ever studied. In actuality, my father implanted pieces of artificial talents into me, making me a test subject who first demonstrated that it was possible. Hope's Peak was sought after by him because he believed that high school age was the ideal age, since I was still a child and my body was not suitable for it. B-But this isn't about me! Since Hajime on the other hand, they deemed was the perfect candidate. 

Hifumi: As you may have surmised, in order to accomplish this goal, immoralities such as human experimentation were needed. For this reason, the Steering Committee concealed the project from everyone, including Principal Jin Kirigiri and the other Hope's Peak Faculty members. As a matter of fact, the Kamukura Project was primarily funded by the Reserve Course, with the majority of students' tuition fees going toward it, and the project had enough money to start the human testing phase before the freshman year of Class 77-B.

Uchui: And for better or worse, the experiment was a SUCCESS! Hajime took this offer because he was so desperate for talent, and in the end he acquired every talent known to man. And so the "Ultimate Hope" came into being—the one and only human being who is flawless and whose abundance of gifts is intended to give others hope.

Leona: Great! So now he can basically do everything! And it's not just a matter of being as great as every Ultimate Student! Hajime actually EXCEEDS all of them in their latent abilities by a MILE!

Uchui: Ultimate Hope is the most powerful talent that our universe has ever known from how it culminates every ability. It includes the powers of Ultimate Analyst, Ultimate Clairvoyant, Ultimate Imposter, Ultimate Lucky Student, Ultimate Martial Artist, Ultimate Secret Agent, Ultimate Soldier, Ultimate Assassin, Ultimate Neurologist, Ultimate Detective, Ultimate Team Manager, Ultimate Gymnast, Ultimate Photographer, Ultimate Cook, Ultimate Animator, Ultimate Programmer, Ultimate Mechanic, Ultimate Musician, Ultimate Pharmacist, Ultimate Gambler, Ultimate Confectioner, Ultimate Blacksmith, Ultimate Pyrotechnician, Ultimate Nurse, Ultimate-

Leona: Stop! STOP! STOOOP! Are you seriously listing EVERYTHING!?

Uchui: Uh...yeah? Is that not the idea?

Leona: We will literally be here FOREVER if you list of EVERY skill he has, you nerd!

Uchui: Oh...I...Sorry...I got a bit carried away there...As dastardly as the circumstances are, I cannot help but marvel at the results.

Hifumi: Well, we DO have to at least explain SOME of them, otherwise our audience won't have much to work with. Why don't we go over the one's that are most notable and important; i.e. the one's that would help him in combat? Then we can elaborate on them and explain feats.

Uchui: Oh, I see! Well in that case, let's start with some basic combative talents like Ultimate Soldier. Because of his talents, Hajime is above superhuman in terms of physical strength, reflexes, and speed. This gives him Mukuro Ikusaba's talent, but to a much larger extent, so he should be able to accomplish all of her achievements and feats as well. Speaking of Ms. Ikusaba, he actually launched her with a backhand move not long after he unlocked his abilities. He can effortlessly dodge bullets like her too.

Leona: That's right! Remember that super badass and almost unbeatable Ultimate Soldier that has incredible instincts that we talked about in Round 2? Hajime was standing RIGHT in front of her, hit her with an attack that she DIDN'T SEE COMING, and ONE-SHOT HER! Holy shit! Where was your Ultra Instinct THAT time Mukuro!?

Hifumi: Speaking of strong characters and matching feats, Mr. Hinata is knowledgeable about and skilled in every martial art, just like Mrs. Sakura Ogami, and he is swift and strong enough to defeat the Monokuma that Junko Enoshima was using in the first Killing Game, whereas SHE could match it.

Leona: With his talents, Hajime should realistically be able to do everything the likes that Genocide Jill, Akane Owari and Nekomaru Nidai; other powerful characters in the series, some of which we've already gone over!

Hifumi: Remember how, without using any climbing equipment, Ms. Owari climbed the Hope's Peak building with ease, detected the smell of cooking meat while on the roof, and survived the fall from the roof to the ground? He can do that too!

Uchui: Remember how Genocide Jill used a pair of scissors to cut through robots the size of small houses, leaped from the ground to a monorail several stories above, shattered glass windows without a running start, cut through a steel door, and deflected blows from a robot the size of a skyscraper? He can do that too!

Leona: Remember how Nekomaru took a shit so hard that it carved a hole through a forest and screamed so hard that he generated three explosions the size of Hope's Peak Academy? He can do that too!

Uchui: Uuuuh...Yes! Yes he can! As much as I loathe to be reminded of that...!

Hifumi: As with Ms. Komaru Naegi, who we've already mentioned has an excellent eye and accuracy, Mr. Hinata also possesses marksman abilities and ought to be the world's greatest marksman. More importantly, he should outclass Kiyoka Maki, the ACTUAL Ultimate Marksman, in terms of dexterity and proficiency with a gun.

Leona: But of course, there's more to fight than just being able to move and punch super fast and hard. You also have to consider skill, tactics, and of course, bullshit. And BOY does he have some BULL-SHIT!

Hifumi: Ironically what may be Izuru's two most useful abilities originally come from less-than-desirable people. His eventual arch-enemy, Junko Enoshima, and his arch-rival, Nagito Komaeda. These talents of course being Ultimate Analytical Prowess and Ultimate Lucky Student respectively.

Uchui: Hajime's analytical abilities are nearly unopposed, much like Junko's, possessing a startlingly high degree of accuracy and speed in his prediction abilities. Additionally, he has the ability to read people the moment he meets them. He also has the talent Ultimate Lie Detector and has stated himself that he can detect dishonesty in others, which renders any attempt to deceive him futile.

Hifumi: Furthermore, he's demonstrated an overabundance of good fortune with the Ultimate Lucky Student talent, to the extent that it can rival that of Nagito Komaeda. He is among the very few individuals who are shielded from Komaeda's extreme bad luck as a result. The best example of this is when Komaeda pointed a gun at Enoshima not long after their first meeting. When he attempts to fire the at the Ultimate Hope, Mr. Hinata's good fortune overrides Komaeda's, causing the gun to jam.

Leona: Ok, but...wait a second...I think I get how this hypothetically COULD be possible. I mean, for performance enhancing and combat powers, you can fiddle with his brain, fuck with his genes or mess with his muscles and skeletal structure. I GET that. But how in the ever-loving fuck do you gift somebody LUCK!? Luck isn't a substance! It's an immaterial thing that has no conclusive sway, so...how is he able to do this?

Uchui: Good question! NEXT QUESTION...!

Leona: Um...alrighty then! So, at the end of the day, Hajime got his wish and then some! He had gone from being a nobody to being the icon that Hope's Peak's morals were grounded on! A symbol of Hope for the future of all mankind! And he was loving every second of it!

Uchui: I'm sure he would...if he had been around to see it...

Leona: I really need to stop jinxing myself...Ok, what happened this time?

Hifumi: Truth be told, a lot of the feats that we've just listed were, technically, not achieved by Mr. Hinata himself. As it turns out, the Steering Committee and the Cultivation Team, as they did VERY OFTEN, DECIEVED Mr. Hinata. In addition to being endowed with an abundance of abilities and boundless potential for greatness, he was also lobotomized in order to eliminate any memories, personality, or other emotional functions that might have impeded the development of talent. Not that they told HIM that.

Leona: Those dirty...FUCKING...BASTARDS!

Uchui: Quite right. Hajime was used as a lab rat by the very people he spent his whole life looking up to, who took advantage of his talent and feelings of admiration for hope. They eliminated every sense, feeling, thought, and pastime that would have impeded the development of talent. His memories of the past, including those of his best friend Chiaki, were all pushed deep into the back of his mind by force. The academy changed Hajime into an entirely different person whose specialty is talent itself by directly interfering with his brain. He was supposed to be the result of all the research done by the faculty at Hope's Peak Academy, a genius among geniuses with a variety of skills. He became an empty shell of a human stuffed with nothing but talent...He became...Izuru Kamukura...!

Leona: He became your granddad?

Uchui: No, he was named after my granddad, silly! Ryuichi wanted to make sure that our "family legacy" was recognized as such, so he and the Hope's Peak Steering Committee named him after the academy founder.

Leona: Ugh this is all...so fucked! How can this get any worse?

Hifumi: Well, three words...Junko...! Fucking...! Enoshima...!

Leona: UUUUUUUUUGH GAAAWWWD! What did she do THIS time!?

Uchui: At first, it seemed as though she was trying to kill him because he was the Ultimate Hope, but Junko's true goal was to attack him knowing she couldn't win in order to demonstrate Despair's unpredictable nature, peaking what little curiosity Izuru had. By forcing him to witness the student council members' mutual murder and many other forms of humanity at their worst, Junko coerced Izuru into leading the Remnants of Despair—a group made up of Chiaki's brainwashed classmates—and causing the Tragedy. Izuru changed his title from "Ultimate Hope" to "Ultimate Despair" after siding with Despair and leading to the total destruction of Hope's Peak and the world.

Leona: On the one hand...this guy is one of the main reasons why the Tragedy happened...But on the other, SWEET TASTY KARMA for the fuckboys at Hope's Peak! It's so REFRESHING MMM!

Hifumi: That's...weirdly psychotic of you...But I suppose it makes sense?

Leona: Ok, but to be fair, putting my lust for vengeance aside, this doesn't sound great...The Ultimate Hope is evil and Hajime is dead! ...OR IS HE!? Later on down the line, Izuru Kamukura got confronted by the Future Foundation and he and his cronies in the Remnants of Despair were placed in the Neo World Program, a program designed to undo Junko's brainwashing after her death.

Hifumi: Following Izuru's entry into the Neo World Program, Hajime's memories were recovered and his former personality was recreated using historical data, essentially resurrecting Hajime from his near-total erasure.

Leona: Awesome! Hajime's alive again, he and his friends are getting...questionable therapy, Junko's dead and everything's back to normal! ...I just did it again, didn't I?

Hifumi: It turns out that Izuru predicted in advance, likely using his analyst and clairvoyance talents, that the Future Foundation would attempt to go this route. He even knew in advance that Hajime would be brought back through these means. However, following Junko's passing, Kamukura devised a scheme to use the Neo World Program to enable Alter Ego Junko to take control of their bodies, with the help of the other Remnants of Despair. Junko's AI infiltrated the program and kickstarted the Jabberwock Island Killing Game!

Leona: Oh GREAAAAT! How the hell does the Future Foundation even contend with that!? The most powerful, intelligent and unstoppable person completely destroyed their master plan, and now nothing is going to stop them! ...Did I just jinx it again?

Uchui: In a positive spin this time, yes! It turns out that in spite of being responsible for Junko's presence in the program, Izuru's intentions DIDN'T align with hers. At least...not completely...

Leona: How so?

Uchui: Well, one interesting thing that many people forget about Izuru Kamukura is that in spite of his unmatched prowess of predictions and insight, he doesn't know EVERYTHING. In fact, Junko was actually able to surprise him by showing him the unpredictability of Despair during the slaughter of the student council. Izuru almost got shot in the face and didn't see it coming due to Despair's unpredictability. However, at the same time, he found out that Hope could be equally as unpredictable...When Junko masterminded the death of Chiaki Nanami, Hajime's best friend, and the main catalyst in brainwashing her classmates.

Leona: Aw, she died!? How could they be so...*sniff*...HEARTLESS!?

Hifumi: That's Junko Enoshima for you...But the real surprise was that when Izuru witnessed Chiaki's final moments...he cried. Something that he never expected he could feel. And it was here that Izuru really figured out what needed to happen. What he needed to do.

Uchui: Ultimately unable to make up his mind between Hope and Despair, he had chosen to sit back and watch the other members of Ultimate Despair. This was to determine if it would be in his best interest to pursue Junko's Despair or Chiaki's Hope. His personal objective, which even Junko was unaware of, was to watch the conflict between hopelessness and optimism and ultimately decide which side to support by uploading the AI into the program and seeing how things played out. To which Hajime found his hope again through Chiaki's AI counterpart, and was able to retake control of his mind, body, and very being.

Leona: And...he ACTUALLY came back this time, right? Like ACTUALLY? I don't want to jinx it again.

Uchui: Yep, he came back as himself finally. However, even though Hajime returned, Izuru didn't exactly leave. It turns out that Izuru and Hajime's identities merged into one by the time they arrived to save the Future Foundation with the revived Remnants following the Final Killing Game, as he recalled his memories before the project. Additionally, Izuru continued to exist in Hajime's mind for a while as a ghostly illusion, resembling a second personality that lurked in the shadows.

Leona: But Hajime still came back, and he got to live a happy life fighting for the future he believed in with his friends on Jabberwock Island; and he lived out his days in peace...

Uchui: At least until he almost died and Izuru automatically took over his body again...

Leona: OH COME ON!

Hifumi: We will likely be here forever if we break down everything Mr. Hinata has accomplished or what he's been through, but we should definitely get to breaking down feats and general stats as we always do.

Uchui: We've already kind of broken down some powers and the things that Hajime is capable of, but let's talk about some feats. Let's start with general strength.

Leona: Hajizuru is stronger, faster, tougher and smarter than every other Danganronpa character, including people who can fight skyscraper sized robots, dodge machine gun bullets, elbow drop the floor to make it collapse and survive the fall with no injuries, hold onto a vehicle moving at escape velocity, survive a barrage of missile hitting them with no damage and survive the roof of a building falling on them with no permanent damage. That's pretty neat!

Uchui: Now might be a good time to mention that Hajime is actually one of three people (not including Makoto Naegi because his is different) that holds the title Ultimate Hope, and is the first of three who have received these powers; though the other two did so through Organization Zetsubou's Hope Serum, a concoction that gives them a pseudo-powerful version of Hajime's overpowered abilities. These two are Ayumu Fujimori, a young man in a similar shitty situation to a young Hajime, who he sensed a kindred spirit in, and Nagito Komaeda, Hajime's long running arch-rival, who gained the powers to be on equal footing with him...Which turned out to not have been the case at all.

Hifumi: During his fight with both Ultimate Hope's, Mr. Hinata seemed to be even with them, but as it turns out, once Kamukura took control of his body again, he revealed that Mr. Hinata had been holding back...MASSIVELY. And the following beatdown on Komaeda, he proved this.

Leona: Starting with Ayumu, even though he only had his powers for a few days, after being forced to watch Komaeda kill his closest companion...yeah things are really awkward between these three like that...purely out of rage, he let out a huge burst of energy that levelled a small town! So how does Hajime scale to that? Surprise! Turns out he's a NUKE waiting to happen!

Hifumi: To be more specific, after his fight with Komaeda in the city of Kyoto, when Kamukura took over, Chiaki Nanami stated that Izuru's natural potency has the potential to level ALL OF KYOTO, resulting in the destruction of many homes and facilities, and the potential deaths of tens of thousands. If we take this literally, it puts Mr. Hinata's natural power on the same level, if not slightly higher, as the Little Boy bomb that destroyed Hiroshima. That's about 15 Kilotons of TNT by the way.

Uchui: And he can recreate this explosion just...letting out all the power that's inside him! He doesn't even need to MOVE to do that! In that same fight against Nagito, his opponent tossed the top half of a skyscraper at him...And Izuru responded by COMPLETELY OBLITERATING the projectile and grinding it to dust...by simply FLICKING A PEBBLE AT IT. And in reality, we KNOW that Izuru is FAR stronger than this! He FAR surpasses some of the strongest feats of strength in Danganronpa, and right now, the most powerful calculable feat of strength Big Bang Monokuma's head being rocketed up so high, it blasted a hole through the clouds. This was briefly discussed in Komaru's episode, but scaling Hajime to that, it would increase his attack potency from 15 Kilotons to AT LEAST 173 Kilotons of TNT.

Hifumi: But by far his most potent feat is his latest and greatest. In the middle of a standoff with Matta Gyalusetsu, Izuru Kamukura, for the first time in his life, got MAD, and with it, kind of serious. And he pounded the ground so hard with his foot, that it sent a TREMOR ACROSS ALL OF JAPAN.

Uchui: With our current scaling, that bumps Izuru's raw strength aaaallll the way up! To absolutely IMPOSSIBLE levels at that!

Leona: Now I know what you're thinking. Something like that shouldn't be possible, right? And you're right! Anyway, aside from that, he also defeated a fleet of approximately 41 ships from the Future Foundation seemingly single-handedly, and then later in the same day took down 5 elite Future Foundation personnel single-handedly, apparently by himself and without sustaining any damage.

Hifumi: He is far superior to people like Sakura Ogami, Nekomaru Nidai, and Mukuro Ikusaba—whose destructive potential we have already spoken about at length—as the Ultimate Hope. Furthermore, Kamukura gave incredibly sloppy performances with little to no purpose for each of his shows of power. However, Mr. Hinata DOES possess that drive, so just think of the incredible feats of strength HE could accomplish with that ability!

Uchui: Hajime would have the ability to defeat armies and bring about the end of the world on his own if he didn't restrict himself to make sure he doesn't unintentionally cause wanton destruction or overwhelm his peers with his sheer power and talent.

Leona: But strength isn't everything. Let's talk speed!

Uchui: As we previously discussed, Hajime is significantly faster than Mukuro and was able to overwhelm her in their first meeting. In addition, he has avoided blasts from the FF Hacking Gun in the past and has managed to avoid a bullet that he was only just able to see coming, demonstrating that he is at least faster than light.

Hifumi: We can't exactly lock down an exact unit of Mr. Hinata's speed, but we know that it at least has to be above relativistic. Scaling him with his allies and creatures of his own caliber like the Monokuma's, we know he at least has to be Mach 23. However, we know that this is even higher, because Izuru has, on multiple occasions, moved so fast that it appears time is not moving around him, like he did when he shot Komaeda after their first meeting. This results in a speed that is just straight up incalculable, so we can only make estimations.

Leona: And, just for good measure, he possesses literally every talent known to man; and there are many talents that necessitate peak human reflexes and reaction time, as well as other brain-to-body reactions and coordination.

Uchui: Defense and durability is even harder to calculate, but he's been thrown through buildings and tossed around like a ragdoll with barely any scratches or signs of fatigue. But the BIG calculation that we can scale him to is the time that Akira Tsuchiya dropped an FF satellite on Jabberwock Island and completely DESTROYED it. Of which, Hajime was basically at the epicenter of.

Leona: Holy shit, WHAT!?

Hifumi: We don't know for sure just how big or how wide Jabberwock Island is, but assuming we take a look at the zoomed out map and scale 1 pixel to about...1 mile. That would make Jabberwock Island's full scale 828 miles wide and 408 miles tall, giving it a total area of 337,824 miles squared. And if we assume that the satellite is roughly medium sized, as it is depicted in the image of the chapter, that would put it's mass at about 2500kg maximum. Quantifiably, that would make the Jabberwock Island explosion tantamount to...21 Kilotons of TNT!

Leona: Holy...Fucking...Shit...

Uchui: This is all VERY subjective though. Without knowing the actual size of Jabberwock Island, force of the explosion, or what Hajime actually did to shield himself from the blast, since like I said, he can move faster than time permits, which would give him plenty of time to get to safety, we can't definitely say that this is his ACTUAL defensive ability. Hajime usually resorts to dodging attacks instead of tanking them, and even in situations where his speed and defensive talents don't work out, he can always fall back on his luck, which again, outlucks even Nagito Komaeda's.

Leona: But it is an INDESPUTABLE FACT that Hajime was ON THE ISLAND when it blew up. Besides, 21 Kilotons scales well with his Little Boy output equivalent. Really makes me wonder how someone this overpowered could ever hope to lose?

Hifumi: Well, it's not like Mr. Hinata doesn't have his limits. Though more motivated than Kamukura, he rarely ever has to push himself when it comes to fights, so when he DOES get caught of guard, he gets caught off-guard BADLY. Like he did against Fujimori and Komaeda when he first found out about their powers.

Leona: I guess in that regard, Hajime's greatest weakness may be his power itself. Not only does he have a shitload of baggage to carry as a result of his powers, but because almost nothing can threaten him, he is frequently vulnerable to being caught off guard and lacks a surefire solution to any opponents who may be stronger than him. But even so, can you BLAME him!? With his superhuman abilities and talents combined with his sheer prediction ability and intellect? How could you NOT get a little cocky like that.

Hifumi: I wouldn't say "cocky" Actually, in spite of how he's factually better than everyone, Mr.  Hinata has a tendency to hold back so that others can take the spotlight over him. In that regard, I don't think there's anyone more humble?

Uchui: That's why he's the Ultimate Hope. There is no title greater for someone like Hajime Hinata.

Leona: You know, sometimes I really do think we're living out a sci-fi drama every day of our lives guys. And it makes me laugh because I think the world of My Hero Academia is pretty normal by comparison.

Uchui: You probably don't realize how much you're exaggerating. The world of My Hero Academia, or Boku No Hero Academia (if you're annoying) is anything from normal, since 80% of humanity have developed supernatural abilities known as "Quirks". 

Hifumi: Formerly known as meta-abilities, Quirks are decided and gained by a person's genetic makeup, giving them superhuman abilities. They aren't just specific to each user either; they fall into several categories as well. Additionally, Quirk users can typically only develop one ability; as a result, they cannot naturally acquire any other powers besides the one they're born with.

Leona: And Heroes are people who have been granted permission to use their special abilities to defend the public against Villains who use their powers for evil, natural disasters, and other threats. Heroes are people who make their profession out of being heroic; the World Heroes Association overseeing all hero activity worldwide. That's right! Being a superhero is literally a way to make a living here!

Uchui: And it's because of the revolution of Quirks and the industry of heroes that places like U.A. High School, and many other schools like it, popped up. 

Hifumi: U.A. is regarded as Japan's best Hero Academy and is the top-ranked high school for heroics. Its teachers are free to conduct their classes in any way they see fit, and it does not follow conventional school procedures. In fact, All Might, the world's greatest pro hero, widely known as the Symbol of Peace, is just one of the many heroes that U.A. is known for having trained and produced.

Uchui: With his dramatic flair and charismatic smile, All Might naturally gained many fans who wanted to grow up to be like him one day: A hero who's presence could bring smiles to even the most tragic situations. One of those fans, arguably his all time biggest...Was Izuku Midoriya, AKA: Deku.

Leona: "Deku", by the way, is a pun on the Japanese word "Dekunobou", which means "good for nothing". A nickname "lovingly" given to him by his "best friend since childhood" Katsuki Bakugou.

Hifumi: And while not very nice, made sense as a nickname. Midoriya was originally born as one of the 20% of the population who did not possess a quirk, in spite of his parents both having one of their own. Because of this, he was initially tormented and bullied throughout much of his younger life.

Uchui: It struck particularly hard because Deku was such a huge fan of All Might and aspired to be just like him. Imagine being told that you are utterly incapable of becoming like your idol by almost everyone, including your own family, because you were born with a certain birth defect. I've been there, and trust me, that shit stings.

Leona: In spite of being a basic bitch, Deku didn't want to give up on his dreams. Even after that bitch Bakugou told him to swan dive off the school building's roof, Deku continued to reflect upon how he had come to his aspirations in the first place...WHOOPS, SLIME VILLAIN ATTACK WATCH OUT!

Uchui: While Deku very nearly lost his life, it all worked out in the end when he was saved from the slime villain by none other than All Might himself. Izuku asked if he could become a hero without having his own quirk when he had the opportunity to speak with him. All Might, however, went on to tell Deku that experts had to risk everything to save the day, so they couldn't honestly state whether or not a hero could exist without a quirk.

Leona: Damn...Even his idol is telling him to give up on his dreams...This kid's life sucks ass!

Hifumi: But the tides can change very quickly, and in this case the winds blew the other direction. Deku was thinking about giving up on his goals while strolling home when he approached the location of a villain attack. His body moved on its own when he realized Bakugou was the victim, possessed by the same villain who had attacked him earlier. Having looked at his old friend's pleading eyes, Deku rushed towards the villain, attempting to save Bakugou despite being Quirkless. Inspired by the boy's action, All Might appeared and stopped the Sludge Villain before he could harm Deku.

Leona: This was where the life of the Quirkless wimp that was Izuku Midoriya did a full 180. As it turns out, All Might's body was slowly decaying as a result of a grievous injury he suffered at the hands of his arch-nemesis, All Might needed someone that he could pass his legacy onto. Someone who could become the new Symbol of Peace after his time was up.

Hifumi: Moreover, All Might desired no ordinary person. There were a lot of people looking for fame and wealth in the hero world. To save someone, All Might desired a person whose body moved on its own. He chose to take on young Midoriya as a pupil after realizing that he possessed those qualities.

Leona: And surprise surprise, his legacy wasn't the only thing he was passing on. He ALSO gifted Deku his QUIRK. Wait, but I thought Quirks were genetic. How did All Might pass his quirk on? What's the story behind that?

Uchui: A long time ago, a villain by the name of All For One, a man with the ability to transfer other people's quirks to himself, forced his younger brother Youichi Shigaraki, who didn't seem to have any quirks at all, to have one; a Quirk that allowed him to accumulate power inside his body and increase his strength. But neither of them realized that Yoichi already possessed a Quirk; one where it's only ability was that it could be transferred to another individual through his DNA. A new, all-powerful Quirk was created when the transference quirk and the power stockpiling quirk united...The almighty One For All.

Hifumi: All Might himself was actually the 8th user of One For All, inheriting the power from his mentor, Nana Shimura. And once All Might transferred his power over, Deku became the 9th. Deku eventually enrolled in his dream school, UA High, and joined Class 1-A, the same as his now rival, Bakugou, thanks to All Might's support and extensive training. Along the way, he made some friends and partners for life, including Ochako Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, and Tenya Iida.

Uchui: It feels good to see Izuku get this opportunity to fulfill his dream of becoming a hero after he was denied it for a full 14 years. It really makes you want to support him, doesn't it?

Leona: Yeah, for real! And when time came to establish his own mark as a hero, he turned the name Deku, a title that had only ever been used to make fun of him, into his own Hero name. Turns out "Deku" can ALSO be an abbreviation for "Dekiru", someone who can do anything. Ironic, right?

Hifumi: It's not all sunshine and rainbows of course. You have to be prepared to face off against a wide range of thugs and villains in order to be a hero. Some of these bad guys are capable of shattering buildings like they're made of twigs! Thankfully, it appears that Deku has far more potential with One For All than even All Might initially realized.

Uchui: All For One is unquestionably one of the most powerful quirks in the world of MHA, which is what allowed All Might to gain the prestige that he has. Deku was given the ability to control a vast reservoir of potent energy when he inherited it, and can stockpile that energy to gain  momentary superhuman strength at destructive levels, increased agility, increased hearing, and superhuman speed. In fact, when he first used this quirk, he was able to move faster than the human eye and defeat a massive villain bot with a single blow. However, One For All has a VERY notable drawback with it's use.

Leona: It FUCKING HURTS!

Hifumi: "Hurts" doesn't even BEGIN to describe it. A new user's body is not as naturally adapted to One For All's transfer as it would be if they had a Quirk from birth. For instance, it would be ineffective if a fire-breathing person burned their mouth while using their power. 

Leona: In addition, One For All is a lot to handle. If your body can't take the power, then you might as well kiss it goodbye! It's because of this, the successor must undergo intense and rigorous physical training to hone their body to make room for the quirk, which is why Deku had to buff himself up and go from lad to chad, just so he could contain it.

Uchui: Even then, it takes time for the new user to get used to One For All and figure out how to use it properly. It took Izuku ten months to prepare for the entrance exam of U.A. High, and, despite training his body to be a suitable vessel for the quirk, going anywhere above 20% of his max power can cause the recoil of his punch to shatter all the bones in his arm. The physical backlash at the time prevented Izuku from being able to fight properly or compete with his peers on an even playing field, and it even caused irreparable damage to his arms and hands. Of course, as things stand now, he's gotten leagues stronger and can handle the quirk more, but the weakness is evidently still there, since it happened to All Might at one point too.

Hifumi: The GOOD news is that Izuku happens to be VERY intelligent and observant. 

Leona: Yuh-huh! Deku's greatest asset prior to receiving his quirk was his vast knowledge of fundamental hero skills and tactics. He's been a Pro Hero nerd for years and is able to apply that knowledge during crisis situations in a practical manner. He even has a notebook studying people's quirks! 

Uchui: Thus, even with One For All's severe disadvantages, Izuku's cunning gives him ways to wield his power that are still useful in combat. He also has some basic knowledge of hand-to-hand combat and can still act instinctively based on his notes. Deku can even compete head-to-head with Katsuki Bakugou and Shoto Todoroki, two of Class 1-A's strongest students, by using those skills appropriately.

Leona: And one of the big ways he's learned to counter the weaknesses of his quirk is by using his big brain to develop new fighting styles and upgrades to his equipment. For example...Full Cowl!

Hifumi: Midoriya gained better control over his Quirk and was able to unlock this stage of his power thanks to his training with Gran Torino, one of All Might's old mentors. By allowing the power to flow through him rather than concentrate in one place, Midoriya is able to use a portion of the full power of One For All throughout his body.

Uchui: He gains incredible strength, speed, mobility, and agility when he uses this technique. Additionally, when he attacks, it keeps his bones from breaking. However, by dispersing the power throughout his body rather than concentrating it in one spot, Izuku spreads the power throughout his body, which lowers the damage of his attacks. This let's him use powerful punches like his signature Detroit Smash, and can even attack with pressurized air with his  Delaware Smash.

Leona: And yes, they're all named after American States. At this point in time, Deku is capable of bringing out about 30% of his maximum potential, 45% if he really wants to push it, without utterly destroying his body. Even then, 30% was combined with Melissa Shield's Full Gauntlet, which negated any disadvantages of using One For All at higher percentages. As a result, it is unknown how this state affects Deku's body under normal circumstances. Deku was able to easily blow away security bots with vast amounts of wind pressure created by the punch with 30%. Of course, if his back is against the wall, he can still access 100% of his power at the risk of breaking whichever body part he attacks with. 

Hifumi: When Midoriya reaches his maximum power, he can perform the 1,000,000% Delaware Detroit Smash, the strongest smash move in his repertoire. This move entails him using all of his energy to activate One For All at 100% before unleashing a full-swing attack on his opponent. Midoriya executes the move by first landing a full-handed Delaware Smash before unleashing a devastating Detroit Smash. In the pivotal moment of his fight with Muscular, he defeated the Villain by punching and propelling his enhanced opponent with enough force to leave an impact crater in solid rock with a single blow.

Leona: Furthermore, he possesses the renowned "United States Of The World Smash!" Izuku's rendition of All Might's "United States of Smash." Izuku starts this Ultimate Move by using Full Cowl at 100% to increase his power levels. Then, he launches a forceful barrage of punches. Subsequently, he maneuvers around his adversary, gaining speed and intensifying his lunge prior to unleashing a devastating kick. Originally, this was used to defeat Flect Turn.

Leona: Wait, we're counting the movies here!?

Uchui: Hell yeah we are! I mean, since we're counting Survivor, it's only fair we introduce Deku at his peak, right? Anyway, though Full Cowl was pretty revolutionary in terms of helping Deku grow with his quirk, it wasn't gonna be enough. Thanks to All Might's advice, Deku realized that he was trying too hard to imitate his hero, and so Full Cowl eventually evolved into a unique fighting style that Deku gained with the help of his friend Iida...Full Cowl SHOOT STYLE!

Leona: Because if punching with his arms was getting to be too much, why not just punch with your legs instead!?

Hifumi: Um...I'm fairly certain that is what we call..."kicking?

Leona: Hmph! I'm just quoting the show...

Uchui: Human leg muscles are inherently stronger than human arm muscles, and the Shoot Style fighting style takes advantage of this by emphasizing kicks. Izuku gains much more power and stability by focusing One for All: Full Cowl's effects on his torso and legs as opposed to his arms. Greatly aided by the distinctive Iron Soles that became a part of his outfit.

Hifumi: Originally designed by Mei Hatsume, Deku's Iron Armor Soles are fastened to his iconic red shoes. The impact strength of his kicks is increased when he kicks something because his soles absorb the impact and re-distribute the kinetic energy. 

Leona: Speaking of gear and best girl, she also invented Deku's Air Force Gloves, another vital tool on his hero costume. Remember how Uchui dropped that little tidbit of Deku being able to fire pressurized air by flicking his fingers? These gloves allow him to focus, build up and aim these pressurized bursts to deal devastating ranged attacks! Still though...

Hifumi: What?

Leona: I bet what a lot of people are thinking now is that in spite of it's sheer power, One For All seems a little bit of a one-trick pony, right? I mean, sure, it's strong, and he can break shit down with it, and launching bursts of air is cool and all, but...

Uchui: Well, prepare to be surprised. Remember how Hifumi said earlier that there's more potential in Deku than even All Might predicted? Well, it all started during a training match with Class 1-B, 1-A's rivals, when Deku's quirk went berserk, and started shooting black tendrils everywhere!

Leona: Black tendrils? What kind of power is that?

Uchui: As a matter of fact, it's a different quirk known as Blackwhip, which was originally possessed by Daigoro Banjo, the fifth user of One For All. With this quirk, the user can shoot dark energy tendrils that help with grappling from a distance and improve mobility. Izuku can use it to create incredibly powerful and long energy tendrils that he can use to tie up opponents and swing around the city, like Spider-Man, or, like Tsuyu, shoot one out of his mouth.

Leona: So he just straight up got ANOTHER quirk!? So he has two now!?

Hifumi: Actually, he has ALL of the previous users Quirks. Because One For All accumulates power, the Quirk Factors of all of its former users combined with its core have grown stronger over time. Even All Might was unaware of this, and Deku became the first person to be able to access the Quirks of earlier users.

Uchui: He has even more options in combat because he can utilize multiple of these integrated quirks at once. In addition to Blackwhip, there's Float, Gearshift, Fa Jin, Danger Sense, and Smokescreen.

Hifumi: Let's dissect these. The seventh user and All Might's late mentor, Nana Shimura, granted him the quirk Float. Due to this quirk, Midoriya is able to take flight and suspend himself in midair.

Uchui: The second user, Kudo's quirk is Gearshift. Izuku can alter the velocity and/or speed of any object he touches, including himself, thanks to this quirk. This enables him to significantly increase the impact force of his own blows and accelerate both his own and his target's velocities. Gearshift is now so strong that Deku only ever uses it as a last resort due to its unusual nature, which has developed over the years from being empowered within One For All.

Leona: Danger Sense is...It's literally Spider-Sense! It originally belonged to the fourth user, Hikage Shinomori, and it basically sends a sharp tingle through his head whenever he's about to be attacked. What, was Spider-Man one of the OFA users? I feel like Horikoshi might just be plucking powers from the web-slinger.

Hifumi: Not that outlandish. Kohei Horikoshi, My Hero's Mangaka, is famously a very big fan of Spider-Man. Deku's character writing is actually primarily based on Peter Parker himself. Even Blackwhip bares similarities to Spider-Man's web swinging.

Uchui: Bruce, the third user, gifts the Quirk Fa Jin. This Quirk enables Deku to accumulate and store kinetic energy through repetitive movement. He can then unleash this stored energy in the form of an explosive burst of speed and power. Combined with his other quirks, this can yield some deadly results.

Hifumi: Lastly, Smokescreen, the sixth user En's Quirk, is quite simple. This Quirk enables Deku to emit a dense cloud of purple smoke from his body. This smoke can cover a large area and impair people's vision.

Leona: And these quirks, once he mastered them at least, gave Deku WAY more combat options, and a new handful of Ultimate moves at his disposal! Like...OVERDURIVUUUU!

Hifumi: We already HAD the JoJo episode!

Uchui: This is obviously not some Hamon ability. Using Overdrive, Deku applies Gearshift and Fa Jin to himself, enhancing his strength and speed to overtake adversaries and launch devastating blows at them. In fact, the force he unleashes is characterized like One For All at 120%.

Leona: Talk about going Plus Ultra!

Uchui: He also possesses moves like Blackchain, which is a combination of Blackwhip and Fa Jin that launches and ensnares opponents far into the air. Additionally, there is Transmission, in which he charges at his opponent and hits them multiple times, increasing Gearshift's speed with each strike.

Leona: With all these powers at his disposal, Deku really had what it took to become Number 1 and carry on his retired mentor's legacy, and with him now on the field fighting villains, the world was a much safer place because of it...Is what I WOULD be saying, but I'm not about to jinx it again. 

Hifumi: The truth is that All Might was not the only person who was passing his legacy onto a protégé. All For One was secretly doing the same thing to Nana Shimura's secret grandchild, Tenko.

Leona: Tenko?

Hifumi: Not THAT Tenko! Taking on the name Tomura Shigaraki, he rose to prominence as the head of the League of Villains, and the Paranormal Liberation Front, with the ultimate objective of emerging as Japan's most formidable villain and obliterating any obstacle in his path.

Uchui: In many ways, Shigaraki's story parodied Deku's own. Both of them relied too much on their teachers at the beginning of their stories and lacked a clear conviction or path to their objectives. However, through One For All and All For One, they both acquired numerous powers and developed into each other's greatest adversaries as heroes and villains respectively.

Leona: But shit really hit the fan when they first unleashed these powers in a war that resulted in a lot of death, and hero society itself to fall apart at the seams. It became clear to Deku that even though All Might had only ever shown him love and encouragement, he was always under an unbearably intense amount of pressure. Especially since Shigaraki could track him and know his every move.

Hifumi: Midoriya became more aloof and cold toward people as a result of the trauma he had endured from the war, witnessing innumerable innocent people have their lives destroyed by the now broken status quo of Hero Society, having All For One and Shigaraki constantly target him because of his Quirk, and having to take on the duty of defending his friends. He grew more and more afraid of the harm he would do to people around him after All For One threatened to break him both mentally and physically, and thanks to his extreme stress and burden, he rushed into battles, leaving All Might, his classmates and the other Heroes behind so no one else would be harmed.

Leona: But...and trust me, I'm saying this from experience...running away from home leaving just a note NEVER goes down well.

Uchui: Izuki had become completely monstrous in his appearance by the time Class 1-A found him, covered in blood and filth from all the non-stop fighting he had put himself through. Thus came probably the hardest challenge he'd faced that entire night.

Hifumi: Even the classically trained bully Bakugou was determined to help his childhood friend, and his classmates weren't about to take no for an answer. They were even willing to use force to bring their friend home, but thankfully, everything turned out okay in the end.

Uchui: Izuku was able to be brought back to reality by Class 1-A, despite his best efforts to flee, and they informed him that although his decisions were sound, he was no longer able to manage things on his own. He knew that his friends would be there for him in times of need, and that the only way to defeat All Might was for everyone to work together to defend their school and the civilian population.

Leona: Friendship is magic baby!

Hifumi: We did My Little Pony already too! Stop making references to past episodes!

Leona: As we often do, let's end this by breaking down a few of Midoriya's feats, starting with strength. Now going by the original DB analysis brought up a rather notable one, so let's get that out of the way first and...why it's kinda bullshit, but also pretty impressive!

Uchui: Izuku's most powerful feat is when he passed the power of One For All to Bakugou in the second movie, and they combined their powers to split an absolutely huge cloud formation above them. We can calculate their dispersion over 63 trillion kilograms of water by sizing the island and comparing it to the clouds above. That is equivalent to the mass of 12,000 Great Pyramids of Giza, meaning that each blow would have needed almost 80 Teratons of TNT. However, we'll cover that in more detail in the post-analysis. It is somewhat complicated.

Leona: The power of One For All allows Deku to take down buildings just with his punches, launch himself hundreds of meters into the air, and tank point-blank explosions. Despite being inferior to both, he managed to send a Full-Power Muscular flying with a single blow and injure the Incomplete Shigaraki's stomach with a kick.

Uchui: And when combined with his other Quirks, these can be even stronger. The combined power of his Detroit Smash Quintuple and Fa Jin results in a release of energy that is at least five times more potent than usual. Deku can increase his power even further by using Gearshift to unleash his Overdrive technique, which was strong enough to punch a hole in Shigaraki's torso, who in his complete form is way stronger than All Might in his prime.

Hifumi: Now let's talk speed. The explosive detonation velocities table indicates that Bakugou can detonate explosives at velocities of Mach 20 or more, a speed that Deku has demonstrated he can at least avoid. On top of that, he reacted to Nine's attacks—another Villain with multiple quirks—and sidestepped a laser with a higher percentage of power. In addition, he has the ability to move and respond to Lady Nagant's bullets, which have a velocity of 5884420.20 m/s.

Uchui: And again, he managed to maintain a pace with Complete Shigaraki, whose velocity is comparable to Prime All Might, who is said to be able to travel more than 200 kilometers in an instant. And with Gear Shift, he quickly and easily defeated Shigaraki before he even realized what had happened.

Leona: Durability's nothing to scoff at either. Even though the recoil of One For All tears his body apart, Deku still keeps on fighting and throwing punches even when his bones are all cracked! And he's capable of taking brutal blows from the likes of Shigaraki and Overhaul at max power, both of whom can easily level a city block on their own.

Hifumi: His extraordinary endurance has only increased as he worked to finish One For All. He has demonstrated levels of stamina comparable to his mentor in his heyday, defeating villains and traveling the entire nation for several weeks, if not a month, without stopping while maintaining Full Cowl activated. These feats occurred following the events of the All-Out War.

Uchui: Even when exhausted to the point of collapse, he was still stronger than all of Class 1-A put together. His extreme pain tolerance has increased even more, to the point where multiple broken bones hardly seem to stop him from fighting. Additionally, he has survived the agony of bullet wounds for roughly a month.

Leona: Deku is an analytical wizard in his own right, since he is well-versed in Quirks and constantly assesses their advantages and disadvantages during combat. But even with all these crazy ass powers and abilities under his belt, Deku's true strength lies in  the teamwork between himself and his friends.

Uchui: And with their assistance, Deku will undoubtedly grow into the ray of hope he always imagined himself to be.

Hifumi: The Symbol of Hope...All For One...and One For All...

Hifumi: Alright, the combatants are set! Let's end this debate once and for all!

Leona & Uchui: IT'S TIME FOR A DEEAAATH BAAATTLLLLLLEEE!

Two lightning-fast individuals are seen flying across the screen and parkouring their way over the horizons of an uninhabited island archipelago in the middle of the ocean.

Hajime Hinata, the leader of the Remnants of Despair and the Ultimate Hope, is one of these individuals. The other is Izuku Midoriya, the head of Class 1-A and the Hero, Deku.

When they come into contact with the rocky, mountainous terrain of the archipelago, both heroes come to a grinding stop. As they take their positions on opposite hilltops, Hajime turns to look at Deku, his expression halfway between excited and stern.

Hajime: Alright. We should be far enough away from any civilization or infrastructure that we could risk damaging.

Deku: Yes! Thank you again for agreeing to let me spar with you! I hope to learn a lot!

Hajime: Don't get your hopes up. Really, I'm just a regular guy in the grand scheme of things...

Deku: I'm not sure I believe that! I think you'll make for a great opponent!

Deku drops into a fighting stance with a smile on his face.

Deku: You'd better not hold back! Because I know I won't!

Hajime: Heh...Whatever you say, kid...

As Hajime adopts a fighting stance of his own, Deku lunges forward to land a blow. Even though the punch is light, Hajime is pleasantly surprised to feel its sheer power as he catches it with his hands.

He acknowledges the strength of his opponent with a smile before snatching his arm, turning, and flinging him into the hills, where he crashes into the top of a crag. After that, he runs after Deku, creating a dust cloud in his wake.

Deku: Heh...!

Deku's Iron Soles grind him to a stop, but his smile stays broad even after he's sent flying. When he recovers, he sees Hajime flying in his direction, trying to hit him with a strong haymaker. Deku counters by activating Full Cowl at 8% and delivering his own haymaker back.

The mountainous terrain around them crumbles as their fists collide. At a breakneck pace, they continue punching without missing their target until the very last moment of their combination, when they land a blow so strong it knocks the other person flying backwards.

Deku: Delaware...SMASH!

Hajime: Think again...!

Deku, charging in to take up arms, launches a cloud of compressed air from a distance. In response to the attack, Hajime appears to catch and deflect the air.

Hajime: Funny...I know someone else who's used similar techniques before...Oh, that's right! ME! 

Hajime gestures with his fingers as though he is brandishing a gun at Deku. He launches his own pressurized air blasts at the rising Hero, surprising Deku, who is only able to avoid with the help of his Danger Sense.

Deku: Woah!? Delaware Smash Air Force!

Taken off guard, but thoroughly impressed, Deku ups the ante. He fires a burst of compressed air at his opponent using his special gloves. The blast has enough concussive force to completely shatter the ground beneath Hajime, even though he can see it coming from a mile away and easily avoids it.

Deku looks up in awe as Hajime perches atop another cliff. He looks back, also impressed.

Deku: Incredible! How about we take it up a notch!?

The Ultimate Hope is about to be struck by the Symbol of Peace, who cocks his fist back, but Hajime effortlessly deflects it with a casual wave of his hand.

The Hero launches another attack, taken aback by how easily his first one was parried. Hajime repays the favor by sending Deku hurtling over a different cliff, where he uses Blackwhip to stop himself.

Hajime: Fine by me...! I was beginning to get bored already!

Deku: You're...surprisingly fickle...AH-!?

Hajime: HYAAGH!

Deku: UUGH!

Without even a moment to think, Deku is met with an uppercut and a barrage of punches from the Ultimate Hope's fist. Hajime quickly brings Deku back down after sending him skyward by grabbing and pulling on his Blackwhip. He swings him around like a throwing hammer, and flings him across the mountain range, landing him on a different island with a forest landscape!

Deku crawls back to his feet, but Hajime moves like a bolt of lightning, and is already standing over him by the time he does.

Hajime: Disappointing...Excuse my rudeness...

Deku; Trust me...I'm just getting started...! FA JIN!

Hajime: Guh!?

Deku activates the third users' quirk and erupts with the kinetic energy stored up from his and Hajime's attacks, powerful enough to blast the Ultimate Hope back. Hajime stumbles through the forest, but Deku is fast to react, landing another blow before an uppercut launches the former Reserve Course student skyward!

Deku: One For All...! Full Cowl...! SHOOT STYLE!

The Hero outcast then leaps toward him and kicks Hajime back to the ground with a Manchester Smash while wearing Iron Soles. Even though the impact blows away several trees and craters the forest, Hajime gets up and gets ready to go again.

*CRUNCH!* 

Hajime: Hold THIS!

Hajime then lifts a big tree out of the ground, leap several feet into the air, and slams its trunk into Deku. With ease, the Symbol of Hope breaks the makeshift weapon and flies in Hajime's direction, grabbing him and sending the two of them plummeting back towards the earth.

Deku: Wyoming SMASH!

Deku uses another one of his trademark attacks, giving his opponent a powerful shockwave by spiking him on the head. Hajime is propelled downward, but he catches himself with a display of acrobatics and lands coolly, smirking and scratching his nose.

Deku: You're amazing...! It's like you're not even trying yet!

Hajime: I gotta admit, this is more than I was expecting...Still, hardly a challenge...

Deku only smirks in response to this taunt.

Deku: Then LET LOOSE! TEXAS SMASH!

*WHA-BOOOOM!*

As Hajime ducks under Deku's attack, the forest behind him is completely destroyed by a blast of wind pressure. Without breaking a sweat, he starts hitting Deku with a barrage of punches and kicks, repeatedly knocking All Might's student into a tree with enough force to uproot it. Then, in the middle of flying, Hajime grabs the tree, stops, and tosses it in Deku's direction. Deku is knocked backward by the tree, but he bounces back quickly.

Deku: Give me EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!

Hajime rushes after Deku as he falls back to the ground, and the battle rages throughout the forest. Following a brief exchange of blows, Hajime gains the upper hand and knocks Deku back with a forceful blow. Hajime then tries to follow through, but Deku stops him.

Deku: Go beyond! PLUS ULTRA!

Much like he once did to his rival Bakugou, Deku shoulder-throws Hajime, smacking him into the ground and sending him rolling through the trees. Hajime brushes off the pain, the dirt, and Deku's concerns.

Hajime: Give me something exciting to work with...and maybe I'll consider it...!

He is able to support his claim by leaping ahead and casually punching Deku all the way to the island's coast through the forest. The Hero prodigy's body crackles with energy as he builds even more power, and he floats in the air to avoid colliding with the ocean.

Deku: If you say so...! ONE FOR ALL! FULL COWL 45%

He barely avoids the next blow from Hajime and kicks him into the water, then reels back and uses Texas Smash once more. But the attack and the pressure it releases are FAR more powerful, to the point where it manages to smash into Hajime and split the coast of the ocean.

But shortly after the attack, Hajime leaps out of the water, blasts away the ocean surrounding him, and sprints back towards the island along the water.

They fight across the ocean, exchanging quick blows until they come into contact with yet another island, where they end up locking arms with one another. This island is more barren and flat, made of solid rock and stone with few mountains and cliffs. 

Hajime: Now THIS is more like it...! THINK FAST!

Admittedly having at least a little bit of fun, Hajime picks a pebble up with his foot kicks it into the air, and flicks it with his thumb. Midoriya barely manages to avoid the pebble's railgun-like blast, and he just stares in wonder at its power.

Deku: Fast? I can do that...! GEARSHIFT!

Deku uses Gearshift on himself to quickly outrun the Ultimate Hope and kick him in the stomach. He then uses Transmission to quickly take Hajime down a peg with a series of punches that are made more powerful and swift by Gearshift.

Hajime: Hah! Not bad! That one actually hurt a bit!

Deku: There's more where that came from! St. Louis Smash Air Force!

Hajime: Why do all these attacks...? Eh, whatever...! HRUUGH!

Now that he is farther away, Deku fires a powerful vertical roundhouse kick while arching his leg back and releasing a massive burst of compressed air. But Hajime's own supersonic air punch manages to dissolve it. Deku counterattacks by soaring into the air and parrying a second blow.

Deku: SMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHH!!!

*WHOOOOOOMM!*

He strikes down towards Hajime with a powerful punch, launching multiple enormous flaming fists at him in an overwhelming display of force, similar to the attack that destroyed Overhaul.

Hajime: Hm...Hoo...RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

As he sees the massive flaming fist hurtling towards him, Hajime clenches his fists, stiffens his body, and lets out all of his energy at once, accompanied by a supersonic scream! Deku's attack and the pressure from his body collide, causing a catastrophic nuclear explosion that engulfs the island, resulting in it's complete and total destruction!

There is a pause in the fight as the ocean collapses into the area where the island once was. A large burst of water rises up suddenly near the coast of another island, as Hajime leaps out and drops and rolls onto the sandy beach of the fourth island, gasping for air and pounding his chest to steady his breathing. Deku meanwhile, swings down with Blackwhip and lands on the sand, awkwardly chuckling.

Deku: Well...it's a good thing we decided to take the fight out here, right?

Hajime: Yeah...out here...Wait...Hang on a second...How did we even get out here without a boat?

Struggling to recall the circumstances, Hajime looks back towards the slowly filling crater. But then, he spots something...What appears to be a crack in reality with lines of code fraying off of it like strings.

Hajime: Oh...that's right...Now I remember...

He stands up with a smirk and dusts himself off.

Hajime: Hey, Deku? You wanted to see me go all out, right?

Deku: No! I want you to go BEYOND that! Surpass your limits! Plus Ultra!

Hajime laughs as Deku confidently thrusts a fist towards him. He then ducks down and clenches his own.

Hajime: Well, I can promise I'll try...! Let me show you how powerful I can be!

Red bio-electricity starts to radiate Hajime's body, and his red eye starts to glow, matching Deku's own green electric aura. 

Deku beams with anticipation but is instantly struck in the face with a blow so forceful that it tears apart reality once more. And then another, and another, and another, as Hajime, fighting with at least half his strength now to match Deku's, begins to destroy him with every move he can think of, slowly but surely shattering the digital world around them.

After dealing Deku a powerful blow, Hajime appears to teleport there as he moves so quickly. Deku is sent flying. He tries to strike back, but Hajime appears to pause his blow before launching another terrible strike that shatters the world even more.

Deku charges forward, his costume beginning to come apart from the constant attacks. He creates a Blackchain with Blackwhip, which Hajime collides with and is thrown back by. Then, in order to get some hits and knock Hajime into a canyon, he uses Gearshift and Fa Jin. Hajime retaliates, exchanging blows with Deku until the latter throws him into the air.

Hajime counterattacks, sending Midoriya back down to Earth with a devastating axe handle as Deku flies upwards to continue his attack. As Hajime dive bombs to pursue Deku after he lands in the canyon, he crashes into the earth, pushing pebbles out of the ground due to the pressure and aura surrounding him.

Deku then uses Air Force before smashing Hajime once more before the two engage in a fierce fight that ends in an explosion, further widening the fissure. Then they begin to trade blows, with Hajime coming out on top. He unleashes a lethal combo on him that includes some extremely powerful punches to his face that cause the surrounding area to collapse. Hajime then grabs Deku, leaps out of the canyon as everything comes crashing down, and tosses him into a rock formation. Deku is exhausted and drops out of One For All 45% as he faceplants into the ground.

Even under his mid-gauntlets, Deku's bones seem to be slightly fractured from the constant fighting. Hajime decides to talk to him now as he stands up gasping.

Hajime: Well? Is that "Plus Ultra" enough for you?

Deku: Amazing...! You're AMAZING! This has gotta be the most incredible superpower I've ever seen!

Hajime: O-Oh...um...thank...thank you...

Hajime becomes bashful in the wake of Deku's earnest enthusiasm and compliments, as the young Hero himself pulls a notebook and pen out of his tattered costume.

Deku: U-Um...I-If you don't mind, could you explain to me how your Quirk works? I'd like to take notes so I can apply your techniques in my future battles!

Hajime: Huh? Y-You're sure? Well...alright then.

The camera pans out and the fight awkwardly pauses as Hajime quickly explains the logistics of his Talent to Deku, and how Talents and Quirks are slightly different. Deku excitedly scribbles down notes next to a hastily drawn diagram of Hajime. By the time he's finished, he exhales an ecstatic breath, smiling like an innocent child.

Deku: Wow...! It's so...incredible...!

Hajime: Thank you...Still, I really hope it doesn't deter you from trying to reach the top or anything...

Deku: Haha...Of course not...

With a solemn smile, Deku pockets his notebook, straightens his posture, and furrows his brow at Hajime.

Deku: After all...I know just what I need to do to defeat you now...!

Hajime: Oh...?

Deku: One For All...ONE HUNDRED PERCENT!

Hajime: Guh!?

Deciding to risk it all out of nothing but respect for his opponent, Deku pushes past his limits, uses his Quirk at 100% of it's full power, and the sheer force of his presence blasts Hajime back!

Now emitting a green aura and crackling with lightning, Hajime can barely stand to look at Deku when suddenly, Deku stamps on the ground so hard, the ground beneath his feet erupts, throwing him up into the air!

*WHOOSH!* *BANG!*

Hajime: Gugh! GRAGH!

Deku: HUUUUAAAGH!

*WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!**WHAM!* *WHAM!*

Deku: I want you to SMILE! 

Hajime: GRRGH!

Deku unleashes a multitude of punches that slowly but surely cause his own bones to break apart, and yet despite that, he doesn't even slightly relent! He gives everything he has into battling Hajime, beating him at 100%, and even adding the effects of Gearshift and Fa Jin on top of it, increasing his power even further beyond!

And yet, despite facing the brunt of the biggest thrashing he's faced in his life...Hajime grins ear to ear...

Hajime (internally): When was the last time...I felt this much pain?

Deku: UNITED STATES...!

Hajime (internally): My muscles are killing me...That punch hurt like hell...If I get hit with something stronger than that, it might kill me...! So why...?

Deku: OF THE WORLD...!

Hajime (internally): Why am I...so HAPPY right now...!?

Deku: SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHH!

Hajime breaks out of his bliss when Deku unleashes one of his best Ultimate Moves, with enough force that not one, but TWO of the archipelago islands are completely and utterly destroyed by it! Hajime however, withstands it, even though he suffers several broken ribs and torn muscles. Deku for his part is also gradually falling apart, but regardless...neither smiles are broken.

Hajime: LET'S GOOOOO!

Deku: YEAH!

Hajime also decides to put his full weight into the fight; his body glowing a white aura. To Hajime's delight, Deku manages to stay ahead of him despite him reaching his maximum and evade his blows, unleashing even more powerful counterattacks.

Hajime's aura only intensifies as he and 100% Deku trade blows all over the archipelago at blinding speeds, gradually tearing apart what's left of the islands. His clothes are torn, and he is now taking the fight more seriously.

Hajime finally hits Deku hard with a punch that hurts him a lot, but it doesn't upset him. Deku catches Hajime's fist and punches him to the side as he tries to follow up. To the point where their latent energies are released and begin to rip the world apart at the seams, Deku and Hajime throw as many attacks at each other as they can, repeatedly countering, blocking, and dodging each other's blows.

Hajime: Wait...that's right...! This is the digital world...! Then...Haha...I wonder how far I can take this...!?

Deku is surprised as Hajime suddenly leaps high up into the sky, silhouetted by the virtual sun. The Ultimate Hope looks beyond the endless horizon, and then up at the sky above him. The silhouette of his best friend, Chiaki Nanami, wearing her Hope's Peak uniform hovers in the air above him. She reaches out her hand, and Hajime takes it...

From Deku's perspective, Hajime's the scene is honestly, somewhat haunting. It appears as though Hajime's presence alone has the power to destroy the world as his body glows and his hair stands on end, causing the waves surrounding him to become restless and red lightning to strike everywhere. Eventually, his body flashes white, his hair turns whitish-gold, and both of his eyes turn a piercing red as he screams with will and power. But, Deku only notices Hajime's mouth when he looks down from above, ignoring every other feature on his face.

Hajime: YOU WANTED MY BEST?!?! HERE IT IS!!! 

Deku: Now THAT'S a smile...! ONE FOR ALL!!

Hajime: I'll never let myself be bored again...!

Deku: ONE MILLION PERCENT!

Hajime: I'll never let anyone CHOOSE AGAIN...!

Deku: DELAWARE...! 

Hajime: I am NOT Izuru Kamukura!

Deku: DETROIT!

Hajime: I AM HAJIME HINNAAATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Deku: SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHH!!!

Deku soars through the sky while Hajime soars back down! He unleashes the strongest SMASH he has while Hajime uses all of his strength-related abilities to deliver his devastating blow!

Both characters understand that they must go above and beyond PLUS ULTRA if they hope to succeed! So they both give it their all one last time, screaming as their fists finally make contact!

The impact alone proves to be so powerful that what remains of the archipelago is straight up DELETED! Despite Deku increasing the power of his attacks even further with his other quirks, Hajime is still able to endure it as he pushes forward! Neither of them want to let up, not necessarily out of a drive to win, but a desire to show their opponent the respect they well and truly deserve!

Their two unstoppable powerhouses collide in a way that destroys the digital world entirely, shrouding everything in darkness until reality cracks open and emits a brilliant white light...And at that point, the godly clash finally ends, and the game shuts down entirely...

...When Deku's arm finally gives way...

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Deku: AGH!?

Deku suddenly lurches awake, looking around in a panic as he realizes he's not on the archipelago anymore. He sits in a round-shaped pod and looks down at his arms to see that they're still intact. He then looks above him to see the pod he's sitting in connected to a large computer in the center, with a bluescreen on the monitor.

Hajime: Heh...Chihiro's gonna kill me...

Deku looks up to see Hajime, now back to normal, leaning on his pod. They both look up towards the computer.

Hajime: It's called the Neo World Program. Future Foundation modified it so that we could use our full strength without the risk of causing any lasting damage or hurting anyone. 

Deku: Hahaha...You weren't kidding about being careful. I almost forgot I even got in this pod...Still, I guess this means I lost, huh?

Hajime: Well...

Hajime crosses his legs and sits comfortably.

Hajime: If you want me to be honest...You are the most powerful person I've ever had the pleasure of fighting...And that was the most fun I've had ever since I got these powers. Even if I'm "perfect," you're smart, strong...kind...and you're not done growing yet...

Deku: Meaning, what?

Hajime: I'm saying...I can't wait for the rematch...!

Hajime raises his hand for a fist bump...

Deku: Haha! Me neither!

...And Deku returns it...

Leona: And THERE WE HAVE IT! We have PEAKED PEOPLE!

Uchui: I have to agree! That was nothing if not glorious! Though I guess we're gonna have to use the backup simulator for the final battle...This one got totalled...

Hifumi: Given the vast array of skills and abilities that these two fighters have, there are a lot of ways that this fight could turn out. Factors such as the environment, circumstances, timing, and continuity have the potential to significantly alter the outcome of this battle. So let's analyze each category to take into account when it comes to Death Battles and determine our winner. Strength is the first and most evident.

Uchui: There is a fair bit to consider when scaling their individual powers here. First of all, while Deku at his maximum power, and Hajime/Izuru at theirs has done similar things, like the time Deku disintegrated a gigantic block of solid matter or destroyed an entire building with one of his strongest smashes, while Izuru disintegrated a skyscraper that Nagito Komaeda threw at him by using a pebble as a bullet. 

Leona: Let's start with Deku, whose most notable feat is actually the one that was calculated in his canonical Death Battle episode; parting the clouds with Bakugou. At the time, Death Battle calculated this feat would require a force of 80 Teratons of TNT. And we're willing to stick by them on that one. In contrast, Izuru struck the ground during his brief, but powerful clash with Matta Gyalusetsu so hard, it caused earthquakes across all of Japan! So how big a gap is that?

Hifumi: Calculating it from Deku's canon Death Battle episode, Deku VS Asta, Death Battle calculated that Asta could dish out a power equal to about 480 Teratons of TNT, because he scaled to an attack that could wipe out the Clover Kingdom, which is about half the size of Great Britain. Japan is approximately 1.6 times bigger than the entire united kingdom, so doubling up and scaling that calculated result from Death Battle's analysis, it puts Izuru on the level of 1536 Teratons, or 1.54 Petatons of TNT!

Leona: That's 15 Zeroes by the way! Basically, that would mean Izuru is about 19 times stronger than Deku, so he undoubtedly takes the win in terms of strength!

Uchui: Well...not EXACTLY...Unfortunately, it's near impossible to lock down just how powerful Hajime is as his maximum potential, since he rarely ever uses his full strength in a fight. Unlike Deku, who can be scaled to other One For All users like All Might, as well as his classmates like Bakugou, Hajime is above and beyond every powerful feat in Danganronpa, and can't even be properly scaled to the other two Ultimate Hope's. Plus, at the time of that cloud-splitting feat, Deku didn't have Fa Jin or Gearshift, so who knows how much power he would have on his own if he had applied those at the time?

Hifumi: Izuru confirmed that during his fight with Komaeda that Hajime was massively holding back the entire time they were fighting, and even Izuru seemed to merely be toying with him at first. While an exact unit hasn't been given, the fact that he was able to throw Komaeda around like a ragdoll and completely undermine him in spite of how he was able to defeat every other member of the Remnant's of Despair means it's far greater than that, and he must have been using NOTHING on Fujimori!

Uchui: Makes sense. They were fighting on a cruise liner filled with hostages and Hajime didn't want to hurt Ayumu either. So of course he was holding back. But even without a total number, Deku achieved that cloud feat with 100% of his power, AND coupled with Bakugou who was using the same thing. Using quirks like Gearshift and Fa Jin means Deku has likely gotten even stronger since then, being able to bring out 120% of his Quirk's full capability, and he's not done growing yet.

Leona: Even if Izuru is multiple times stronger, it probably won't be long before Deku finds a way to properly catch up with him. Our safest bet for this analysis is to say that they tie in strength.

Hifumi: In that case, we move onto speed. This stat on the other hand, is fairly clear cut. Deku would have a reaction time close to lightspeed if he could scale to Shigaraki. In addition, he has reacted to Lady Nagant's bullets caught them, and avoided lasers and if he applies Gearshift, he can accelerate even further.

Uchui: In contrast, Hajime is casually able to move so fast that it feels like the flow of time itself has stopped. And it's not that ridiculous in context. Characters like Mukuro Ikusaba and Sakura Ogami have done the same thing, even without Ultimate Hope powers; and Hajime is leagues beyond both of them.

Leona: For sure! Even without the whole time-stoppy BS, Izuru would just be leagues faster. Deku is able to respond to Bakugou's explosions of Nitroglycerin, but that Mach 20 is far less than Sakura Ogami's feat, which places her at Mach 26,475, which is easily Sub-Relativistic! In fact, it even beats the powerhouses like All For One and All Might! Izuru CLEANS in speed, and even with Deku's keen battle instincts and reactions, it's unlikely even Danger Sense would be enough to save him!

Uchui: Deku and Hajime do have very similar styles of fighting though, so they should both realistically know how to react to each other's attacks and abilities. The next thing to go over is durability. 

Hifumi: Both Hinata and Midoriya have taken the full brunt of some DEVASTATING attacks, especially Hinata's feat of surviving the nuclear explosion of Jabberwock Island. Deku surviving attacks from terrifying villains like Shigaraki, Overhaul and more also implies unbreakable defenses, and yet despite all of that, we still have to give this point to Mr. Hinata.

Leona: The reason being that while Deku has trained to suit himself for it, as things stand now, he can't even bare the brunt of his OWN ATTACKS! Every time he attacks with 100% of his max power, he ends up breaking his bones, almost to the point of destroying the use of his arms and legs entirely.

Uchui: Hajime on the other hand shares absolutely no such weakness. He's more than capable of unleashing the full capability of his talents with no serious drawbacks. In fact, his only weakness is his mentality, something that Hope's Peak knew would get in the way, thus removed upon Izuru's creation. All in all, Deku's most glaring weakness is the only thing that makes him lose this particular comparison, but removing it, they're actually dead even, just like strength.

Leona: The same cannot be said in terms of stamina, where Hajime just completely outclasses him. After the events of the All-Out War, Deku demonstrated that he is capable of taking down villains and touring the country for a few weeks, if not a month, without taking a break while keeping Full Cowl activated at all times. Despite being completely exhausted, he was able to repel Class 1-A's combined efforts, and while his broken bones are undeniably a weakness, they rarely ever significantly impair his fighting prowess.

Hifumi: On the other hand, with all of his athletic prowess, Mr. Hinata ought to be even more resilient than Genocide Jack, who, in contrast to her other half, never seems to tire and can take on a great deal of Monokumas with ease. In fact, even without his powers, Nekomaru Nidai mentioned that he had the makings of an athlete, despite his seemingly slender appearance. He is surprisingly muscular when he isn't wearing a shirt, and he's able to run a great distance around Jabberwock Island without seeming to get tired.

Leona: Now let's talk intelligence! This one's also pretty straightforward.

Uchui: Deku is unquestionably a GENIUS when it comes to both academics and combat. On top of studying famous heroes quirks and analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of people's powers his whole life, in his few months at U.A. High, he has fought several different villains, which has given him invaluable experience. His prognostication abilities are so advanced that, even in the dark and during torrential rain, he could discern Lady Nagant's movement patterns and pinpoint her location based only on the trajectory of her bullets. And despite only having used Fa Jin for a few minutes, he quickly became proficient with it in combat. He has also demonstrated the capacity to carry out several mental tasks concurrently, or multitasking, an ability that is thought to be beyond human capability.

Hifumi: But as impressive as all that is, it's NOTHING compared to Hajime Hinata. Mr. Hinata was a successful student in his own right even though he was enrolled in the Reserve Course. He demonstrated his skill as an amateur sleuth during the Neo World Program Killing Game by leading the charge to solve every murder case, even the ones that involved devious tactics and scant evidence, just as Makoto Naegi had done before him.

Leona: And that's not even mentioning the fatass Elephant in the Room that is the talent of Ultimate Analytical Prowess.

Uchui: Junko Enoshima's Ultimate Analytical Prowess talent bestowed upon her monstrous analytical abilities, rendering it remarkably effortless for her to forecast events and expeditiously acquire the proficiencies of other talent holders. For example, she was able to produce brainwashing videos by merely observing Ryota Mitarai at work, learned how to perform neurosurgery to lobotomize and/or erase others' memories by perusing Yasuke Matsuda's research, and acquire programming knowledge by looking at Chihiro Fujisaki's programs. And Hajime, having this talent, is just as capable of doing all that, if not moreso.

Leona: Deku may have more on-field combat experience, but with Ultimate Hope that just automatically gives you the power to do everything, who really needs all that crap? Hajime's uncanny ability to analyze even allows him to easily see through most of Deku's attacks, as well as easily identifying his weaknesses like his bone-breaking punches.

Hifumi: Which ultimately leads us with one more, glaringly obvious category to go into...Powers!

Leona: One For All, Gearshift, Fa Jin, Danger Sense, Float, Blackwhip, Smokescreen, all those United States of Smash attacks, Full Cowl, Shoot Style, Air Force...Deku's got so many awesome and powerful attacks, techniques, powers, gear and moves under his belt, it's honestly amazing to think he doesn't win with any of them!

Uchui: It doesn't matter. Deku may have a handful of superhuman attacks and feats, but he's facing an opponent who is essentially unstoppable and can do EVERYTHING! And not just on a human level! Something FAR ABOVE even that! Hajime was endowed with every human talent by the experiment that transformed him into Izuru Kamakura. Imagine battling an opponent who possesses almost any skill. Do you believe you could succeed?

Hifumi: That's not even taking into account the more ridiculous powers like Ultimate Luck, which is shown to make him virtually untouchable. Mr. Hinata has extraordinary luck, which allows him to quickly influence most situations to his advantage, particularly those involving conflict. For example, the gun was perfectly working moments before Komaeda tried to shoot Kamukura, but it jammed.

Uchui: Nagito and Hajime engaged in another battle in which the former used a ball to knock out all of the nuts and bolts that held up the building, bringing it to an entirely new level. However, Izuru was unharmed by pure luck. Additionally, he should have better luck than Makoto, who even people like Junko Enoshima find unpredictable due to his special luck pattern that enables him to survive near-death experiences.

Leona: And if JUNKO couldn't figure out how to work around Izuru's luck, then DEKU certainly couldn't!

Uchui: And again, Deku can't unleash his most powerful attacks without severely hurting himself in the process. And that concludes our discussion! Hajime gains the upper hand in power because he has an excessive number of counters and hacks, and in the end, he prevails!

Leona: Well, I think there's something else...If you really think about it, both Hajime and Deku's powers involve them using percentages of their full power. But the difference is that Deku multiplies his strength to get stronger, while Hajime DIVIDES his to get weaker, especially since there aren't many people in the world of Danganronpa who can actually touch him. At the end of the day, this fight isn't about who would win, but about finding someone who can bring out the best in each other, even if it's through bloody battling. And I think Deku had everything he needed to bring that excitement and joy back to Hajime's life. Saving him with a smile and bringing one back to his face.

Hifumi: In that regard...I suppose Midoriya DOES win.

Uchui: Well, if that's not the pinnacle of Death Battle, I don't know what is...

Uchui casually fist-bumps Leona.

Hifumi: Izuku Midoriya proved to be a worthy heir to the title of Symbol of Hope, as his cunning strategy and unwavering determination gave his opponent the fight of his life. However, Hajime Hinata's unmatched strength, immense abilities, and boundless potential proved to be too much for All Might's student to overcome.

Leona: Deku gave it his All, but he simply couldn't Hope to compete with Hajime, the pinnacle of humanity!

THE WINNER IS HAJIME HINATA!

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #death battle #warriors of other worlds arc #Youtube

[yuurei20]

Leona Info Compilation part 17: Jack (pt 2)

Despite Jack's initial admiration, he calls Leona's mock-spelldrive-match against other characters “a disgusting spectacle”.

When another student asks if Jack realizes he’s talking to his own housewarden Jack responds, “If you’re gonna play the upperclassman card, you oughta act the part.”

Rather than argue or insult him in return, however, Leona says that Jack is “pretty bold” and “I guess I can respect that.”

On the subject of Jack in Book 6 Leona says, “Jack’s pretty self-aware…he can get a little prideful, but he knows he’s not boss material yet. So he always follows the boss’ orders when push comes to shove. He’s a good little pupper like that.”

During Fairy Gala IF it is Leona’s idea to “dump the job on some freshmen” when it becomes apparent that none of the housewardens will be suitable for the job, and he nominates Jack.

Jack initially refuses (“There’s nothing I hate more than gettin’ chummy with others.”) but Leona convinces him that the mission needs “someone who can lead the pack. Someone with solid judgement and initiative. I figured you had both of those things. There are a lotta students in Savanaclaw, but I picked YOU.” Leona proceeds to pretend he will pick another Savanaclaw first-year, and Jack says “I’ll get the job done!” and, later, “You can count on me!”

Jack’s main issue with Leona seems to comes from how “he has incredible talent, but refuses to even use it!”, saying that he despises people like Leona who possess power that they do not hone.

(Jack seems to assume that Leona has not honed his powers based on what he’s seen rather than assume there may be more going on in Leona’s life than is aware.)

Another source of frustration for Jack seems to be how he does not understand why Leona is the way he is, as Leona does not confide in him (or possibly anybody), even though this means being insulted by people like Jack who choose to assume the worst about him.

Jack even asks Leona outright, “What happened to the man you used to be?”, feeling betrayed for Leona not living up to Jack’s expectations, despite how Jack’s only pre-NRC exposure to Leona had been televised Spelldrive matches. Leona acknowledges this with, “Your dream’s got nothin’ to do with me!”

Despite Jack’s questionable allegiance in Book 2 (and Leona outright calls him a “filthy traitor”), Leona seems to have fewer issues with Jack than Jack has with him:

When Ruggie asks if he should take down Jack for meddling in their affairs Leona does not let him, and he is regularly looking out for Jack: supporting him during Halloween both by providing him with refreshments (though he downplays his role, saying that “it is a boss’ job to keep his pack’s morale high”) and making sure the other Savanaclaw students recognize Jack as an authority figure during the event.

Even during Book 2 Leona’s issue with Jack does not come from Jack “talkin’ like he’s better than me”, as is written in his NA dialogue.

This is a line that Leona has never actually said.

The original line was, “He sounds just like my brother.”

(It is never once said that Leona’s problem with Jack is that “he talks like he’s better than me”, and this was a very unfortunate change made to Leona’s character in the NA adaptation.)

This is not the only time that Falena was removed from Leona’s dialogue: “Don’t lecture me like you’re my brother” was removed from a later scene that leads to Leona’s overblot.

#twstleona #leonafacts #twstfacts #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar

[storiesbyrhi]

Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 2: Carrie

Eddie Munson x Chubby & Inexperienced!Reader 3358 words

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault; disordered eating and thoughts of food; unsupportive/highly critical parents; no beta; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: The very first circle of Hell is Hawkins High, and while you have yet to find a Heaven, there’s safety in presence of Eddie.

Chapter 2: Carrie

Almost three weeks had passed and you’d not spoken to Eddie. When you saw him in the halls, you exchanged smiles, but he never said anything. There was a part of you that was disappointed. Mostly you tried to remind yourself it was better to keep your head down. Stay out of the limelight. It seemed the cruel mistress known as fate, however, had other ideas.

“Alright Seniors!” and the assembly had begun.

The Seniors of Hawkins High were dragged into the stadium and told to sit on the bleachers and listen to a presentation on the importance of applying for colleges and planning their futures.

“Now, let’s get some real life inspiration!” one of the teachers said, picking the valedictorian to stand up and tell the class what their five-year-plan was.

Eddie was sitting off to the side thinking about how he couldn’t wait to get home to restring his guitar. He spotted you in the back row, opposite side. You looked bored and sad, which was kind of your default vibe.

The teacher picked another high achiever, and Chrissy Cunningham after that. They all spoke easily, didn’t mind being put on the spot. “Two more,” the teacher said, choosing the next victim. Then she said your name, “You’ll finish us off.”

Eddie watched you sit up straight and immediately begin to panic. You stared straight ahead, and while it looked like you were listening to the kid out the front talk about their early acceptance letter, he knew you were on the cusp of losing your shit.

Before he could weigh up the pros and cons, he was standing and walking from the stadium. “Uh – Mr. Munson, where do you think you’re going?” one of the teachers called after him. Eddie clenched his jaw and just kept walking. He knew he’d pay for it later but he didn’t care. His plan was only a five-minute one but it was going to save you.

When the fire alarm screamed to life two minutes after Eddie left the assembly, everyone knew it was him. Standing around with the rest of the school out on the oval, you looked around for Eddie; he was already in his van on his way home though. You began to think of ways you could thank him.

…

You stood in the entrance of the cafeteria and watched Eddie walk across tables, stick his tongue out at Jason Carver, then push his freshmen friends around. They left the room, talking about finding a sub, and you had no idea what they meant. Eddie had sat back down, returned to a normal state of being.

Sticking to the walls of the cafeteria, you made your way around to Eddie, quickly sitting in the free seat next to him before you could lose your nerve.

He said your name, the surprise evident.

“Hi. I just wanted to say thank you, again,” you started, holding the envelope in your hands so tightly that you were causing wrinkles in the paper. “For the other day and the other week.”

When you held out the small blue envelope, Eddie looked at it for a second before taking it. “What’s this?” he asked.

The rest of his table was dead silent, watching in awe as this totally unexpected scene played out in front of them. You tried to not look away from Eddie to his friends. Seeing their confused expressions would make you even more impossibly nervous.

“I, um… It’s a thank you gift.”

Eddie took out the piece of paper in the envelope and read the list of words. He glanced up at you, bemused.

“I know you do music. You’re in a band. And then I read that the game you play, the Dungeons and Dragons one, it’s kind of like… a play. So, I wrote this… for you. It’s just a list of words that people don’t use much anymore. Cool words. I thought they’d be interesting for lyrics or the game or whatever. I don’t know. It’s stupid,”

“It’s not,” Eddie interrupted, putting you out of your misery. “It’s… thoughtful.” He settled on that, didn’t want to gush and embarrass himself. The image of you sitting with a dictionary in one hand and a piece of paper destined for him in the other was burning into his brain.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling.

“It’s okay. I just-” you were going to say, for what was probably the millionth time, ‘I just wanted to say thank you,’ when you were interrupted.

“Well doesn’t this just make sense!” Hayley said. You hadn’t noticed her arrive. How had you missed that green and white cheerleader outfit? How had you fallen into the trap? “Freaks attract freaks. Didn’t take you long to find your place, huh?” she aimed at you, reaching out to push your shoulder.

You stood, moved to leave, when Haley turned to Eddie. “I bet you’re into it, right?”

“Hayley,” you begged. “Don’t,”

“Oh! You haven’t told him?” She was so fucking joyful in the pain she was inflicting. You felt ashamed that she was ever your friend.

“Please,” you said, a tear running down your cheek.

“Trust you, Munson, to have a dirty blood kink,” Haley started. Eddie stood, easily towering over the cheerleader. It made her stumble backward.

“Whatever you’ve got to say, I’m not interested in hearing,” he said to her too politely.

“But it’s about your new girlfriend-”

“Don’t give a fuck, killjoy. Move along.”

Haley opened her mouth to speak, but Eddie had sat back down, turned his back to her, and rendered her invisible. Eddie looked to you, a second away from asking you to sit next to him, when Haley took the few short steps she needed to be close enough to push you.

Landing on your ass in front of everyone, you rushed to push your skirt back down before anyone could see the shorts you wore under it.

“Our very own fat Carrie. You’re so disgusting.”

You crawled to your feet and were running from the cafeteria before Eddie could even get out of his seat.

…

There were only so many places a crying girl could hide on the grounds of Hawkins High. Eddie used his best logical deduction to find you. Not behind the woodwork shed; you had been seen there too recently. Not in the girls’ bathroom; you would want to be away from the study body. Across the field then; the small forest would give you sanctuary.

Eddie followed the sounds of sniffling until he found you curled up behind a tree, bag pulled close to your chest. He sat on the forest floor next to you, saying nothing at first but handing you his bandana.

“I can wash it,” he said when you looked at him.

Before any more body fluid could escape your eyes and nose, you used the bandana like Eddie wanted you to.

“I’m sorry. She’s a bitch,” he said. “Really doing a disserve to cheerleaders everywhere,”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, not all of them are like her. And you weren’t.”

It made you wonder how many conversations with cheerleaders Eddie Munson had. You didn’t ask. Just sat, sad and embarrassed.

“Look, I don’t know what the fuck she was talking about, but, um, some contextual clues kind of point-”

“Don’t. Please,” you said.

“I’m just saying… People get so hung up on the most boring shit, you know? Like why give a fuck about stuff out of your control? Like whatever weird shit your body is doing. Like one time I had the fucking flu or something and I’d been sick all day. I puked in my bed, probably had enough energy to like, deal with it, but I just rolled over and went back to sleep.”

Eddie Munson was easily the strangest person you had ever spoken to. He was sitting on a bed of dead leaves and dirt, trying to give you a version of the classic ‘it’s okay your body is changing' speech, while maintaining some level of cool.

“Okay?” you whispered out, shrugging your shoulders a little.

“I have definitely eaten my own boogers,” he told you, absolutely no expression on his face. It made you laugh. “Sometimes I bite at my nails, so I reckon I’ve probably swallowed some. I tried to pierce my nipple last year. Got infected, now I have this weird scar. Just looks like I have a freaky nipple. And I’m actually very self-conscious about it, so that one is a secret between us, 'kay?”

You nodded at him, slowly reaching out a hand with your pinky finger extended. Promised. You were smiling and it’s all he wanted.

“So, do you wanna tell me yours? I bet it’s not as bad as you think,” Eddie tried.

When tears started to swell up in your eyes again, he got scared he’d pushed it. But you started to speak. “There was a party last year. We were playing 7 Minutes in Heaven,”

“People still play that?” Eddie asked, clearly unimpressed.

You shrugged, continuing, “I didn’t… I never liked games like that but I couldn’t say anything. The others already teased me because…” The redness in your cheeks told Eddie everything he needed to know. “When it was my turn it was with Andy he… He said that we were almost Seniors and we should be playing the proper version of the game…”

Eddie regretted asking because watching you recount it was hard. He was already trying to fill in the blanks of the rest of the story, prepare himself for whatever fucked up shit happened next.

“He said I had to… Like, go down on him.” Your voice was shrinking with each sentence. “But I wouldn’t. I’d been feeling sick the whole day and we had this gross cherry wine stuff. I was so scared I would throw up on him… He still made me kiss him. And he said I had to… let him touch me.”

Eddie said your name, reached out but pulled his hand back, worried that being touched was the last thing you needed. You let your legs drop from where they had been pulled up to your chest, sandwiching your bag to it. Eddie shuffled forward and started to play with your shoelaces, a gesture that told you he was there, listening, and it was okay.

“I let him. But, um-” It was the same point in the story you hesitated at when you told the school counsellor, Ms. Kelley. “I didn’t know, um, my period had started. And… Andy freaked out. Ran out and told everyone. They all said I was gross. And I couldn’t be a cheerleader if I was gross like that. So, they just stopped being… my friends. And I mean, I don’t blame-”

“Wait, no, hold on.” Eddie was confused. He was looking at you with an intensity that made you feel shaky. “The fucked up part of that story was fucking Barf Bag trying to get with you when you said no. That’s not cool, you know that right?”

Eddie searched your face for even a hint that you understood. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew, of course. But the white hot shame of feeling disgusting overpowered anything else. And it wasn’t like Ms. Kelley had made a big deal out of what Andy had done.

“You say the word, I’ll go find him right now and-” Eddie almost spat.

“No! No. You can’t tell anyone anything!” you nearly screamed, jumping to a kneeling position and moving to hold Eddie by the shoulders. Your panic was palpable. “Please promise. Please, please,”

“Babe, I won’t tell anyone shit,” Eddie reassured you, nodding frantically and putting his hands on your arms. “I just- That’s fucked up. What he did.”

You sat back down, right next to Eddie. He put his arms around you, pulled you into him. His kindness made you cry, and once you started you couldn’t stop.

“I wanna go home,” you managed to get out.

“Yeah. Of course. I’ll take you home,” Eddie said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, then cringing. He should have asked, he thought.

When you had calmed down enough to suggest moving, Eddie helped you to your feet and kept a strong grip on your hand as he led you to his van. You said nothing on the drive home, other than small directions to your house.

Eddie fucked around with the tapes for a bit at a stop sign, finally handing over a shoe box filled with mixes for you to pick from. There was one with a hand-drawn label, some sort of mermaid-type creature sketched onto it. It read ‘sea shanties’ but was actually just heavy metal. You didn’t mind.

As you collected your bag from the van’s floor and undid your seat belt, Eddie scribbled his number down on a piece of paper. “We don’t have to talk. But, later, can you call me, just so I know you’re alright?” he asked, entirely genuine and dead serious.

You nodded and got out of the van, offered a small wave from your front door, and went inside.

…

After the incident in the cafeteria, you pretended to be sick for a whole week. Your parents, the type that would say ‘we want what’s best for you’ but mean ‘you better get straight As,’ were pressuring you to return. Just to add salt to the wound, one of them commented that maybe if you had better eating habits, like you had when you were a cheerleader, you’d not take a week to bounce back from a tummy bug.

It was that – that suffocating parental presence – that pushed you to return to school in the end. You got through Monday and Tuesday without talking to anyone at all. Under the radar in the classroom. Strategically timing bathroom visits to avoid your ex-friends. Hiding during breaks. It was going well until Wednesday lunchtime.

You were sitting behind the old water tanks at the far end of the staff parking lot. It was technically out of bounds but it was unsupervised. There was no grass or seating, so students never ventured out there. You sat on the sandy dirt with your back against one of the tanks.

The clinking sound of Eddie’s chains was your first indicator someone was coming. You held your breath until he appeared in front of you, blocking the sun and casting you in cool shadow.

“Hey. Can I sit?” he asked. When you nodded, he sat next to you, mirroring your position of back to the tank, but he stretched his legs out in front of him whereas you had yours crossed. “Haven’t seen you around in a bit,”

“I was sick,” you lied.

Eddie could tell, but he wasn’t going to say anything. “Did I get you in trouble? With your dad?” he asked.

The day Eddie had dropped you home, you never called him to check in. He was worried and had worked himself up into a manic state. Eventually, he walked to the trailer park’s pay phone and used a phone book to find your number.

Your father had picked up and yelled at Eddie. And that was just because he was a boy calling late. If he knew it was Eddie Munson, there was a fair chance you would have been in a lot more trouble.

“It’s fine. I said you were calling about school stuff,” you replied. Your father hadn’t believed you.

“That’s what I told him too but he seemed pissed,”

“It’s fine,” you lied again. There were a few beats of silence. “How did you know I was here?” you asked him, looking over.

Eddie smiled. “I saw you leavin’ the library. I, ah, guess I’ve been worried. About you. I wanted to come see if you were okay?”

In short, he followed you.

“I’m okay,” you reported in that trademark sad and bored tone that Eddie didn’t like. It was a sound of hopelessness, of resignation to fate.

“Okay. Yeah, um, that’s… good. Uh, I also wanted to just say that if you want, you can sit with us. We have the same lunch period, and this is, uh…” Eddie paused and looked around, kicking at that dirt. “I love what you’ve done with the place, but it’s a bit of a trek from everything.”

You laughed a little, which made Eddie feel good. Really good. When you didn’t reply, just gave him a small nod, he continued.

“I know we’re like, rock bottom of the pecking order, but we’re also not assholes, you know? And the guys, once they know someone, they look out for them,” he said.

You just nodded again. Eddie wondered if you understood what he was trying to offer. Protection. Safety. Maybe, if you let them in, friendship.

“And, added bonus here, because I’m Dungeon Master, I oversee the trading of all food. You want to trade pretzels for brownie. I can make it happen,” he bragged.

When you laughed, Eddie was sure you’d at least consider it.

“Do you do that a lot?” you asked, your voice finding itself after days of disuse.

“What? Make freshmen give me the homemade treaties their mommies make? Oh, yeah. All the time, babe.”

Three! He’d made you laugh three times. Feeling bold, Eddie pulled out a joint and lit it. “So, you mind if I just sit here with you? Can’t really be fucked walking all the way back to Mordor just yet,”

“You can stay,” you answered quickly. “And, um. Thank you. For asking,”

“Asking to stay?” Eddie was confused.

“Yeah. You’re good at that. At, like, I don’t know. Boundaries, I guess.”

Eddie shrugged. “Sounds like a fancy way of saying I’m not a total asshole,”

“You’re not. At all,”

“Well, I value your opinion, so thank you. You are also not an asshole,” Eddie said, adding a small bow to accentuate his point.

You smiled wide. “Thanks?”

The rest of lunch went by quickly with the aid of Eddie’s wild storytelling and the comfortable silence that sat between you. It was the most at ease you had been in a really long time. You would even go as far as to say it was the happiest you had been in a really long time.

Eddie walked you to your next class, smiling at you gently as he reminded you, “Tomorrow. Come sit with us, ‘kay?”

…

It wasn’t like you didn’t know where you were going. Yet, you stood awkwardly outside the doors of the cafeteria when the next day rolled around and it was time for lunch. There were a million panicked thoughts buzzing through your head.

It’s stupid to put yourself in the firing line. Being in the cafeteria put you closer to the cheerleaders and basketball team. What the fuck were you doing? Sitting with the same people regularly meant they would inevitably notice your eating habits. Stupid. Stupid. And all that food. Everywhere.

You were about to turn and bolt when Gareth, one of Eddie’s right hand men, stopped and greeted you. “Eddie said you might come sit with us,” he said casually. He frowned when you just stared at him. “Um… Are you coming?”

Slowly you nodded, then followed Gareth through the doors and to the table.

“Look who I found,” Gareth announced as he took his usual spot.

Before you had time to think about it, Eddie had motioned for his friends to move down a seat, making room for you next to him.

“Uh, hi,” you said to the table.

“Glad you made it,” Eddie greeted, sitting up straighter and angling himself towards you.

After the novelty of a new person at their table wore away, everyone engaged in their normal teenage conversations. Despite everything you had predicted, it was comfortable sitting there. Although you didn’t insert yourself into the conversation, you didn’t feel ignored. You ate your green grapes, every now and then swapping one for one of Eddie’s pretzels.

You returned on Friday, and every school day after that.

CHAPTER 3

End Note: I promise I'm going to heal all of us just a little bit with this fic. Trust me and the process, yeah?

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I don’t know if you have a character limit, so may I request the first year squad with mc being really prone to disasters, accidents, to the point where they just accept it as part of life? (think misery from Ruby gloom (if you know the show)) If not the entire squad you can pick and choose from there. Thank you! 💚

I love Ruby Gloom! Its been one of my favorites since childhood so this request is such a delight to receive hehe (⁀ᗢ⁀) My character limit is 5 in one post so don't worry, this is the perfect amount!

Fem aligned!MC

Freshmen with an Disaster Magnet MC!

Ever since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland it seemed misfortune dogged your every step. Chandeliers falling when you close a door, mirrors shattering when you touch them, everything you did led to some form of destruction.

Eventually, you learned to just accept everything that came at you. The same could not be said to your fellow freshmen...

Ace Trappola

If he thought meeting you in the beginning was the peak of his bad luck streak then he thought wrong

Just how in the Great Seven’s name do you get into these situations????

Is more concerned with how oddly you deal with them, especially when you brush off almost getting hit by LIGHTNING

He doesn't trust you anywhere near the Heartslabyul dinning hall after the teapot fiasco

Please, for the love of his stress levels, stay inside or near him… he just wants you safe

Deuce Spade

Bad Luck Buddies!

Might not have as bad of luck as you do but he relates hella hard to the weird things that happen when you’re not paying attention

Would be surprisingly adept at keeping you out of harms way, even if he fumbles a bit trying to do so (you have a few bruises to show for it)

Once he gets used to it that is...

He likes to stay near you whenever you're near kitchen supplies and bookshelves

Jack Howl

Oh he is not happy about it

First he has to deal with the Adeuce duo and now you?? Great Seven give him strength

S T R E S S E D

Poor puppy just wants to see you thrive but the universe decided to say no❤️

Will be a tad bit overprotective in the beginning but will start to chill if you tell him to back off (he’s being supplied the Respect Women Juice™ by Leona)

Epel Feilmer

Concerned

He’s had his fair share of accidents happen to him while on his family’s farm but you take it to a whole new level

Will actively avoid giving you anything heavy after you dropped a crate and managed to break five mirrors at once

Wont be as overprotective as Jack but he will subtly guide you away from any holes and tree roots 

Please don’t go into Pomefiore anymore, he’s tired of being forced into cleaning duty after your visits

Sebek Zigvolt

Great Malleus give him strength

He already didn’t trust you around Malleus due to you being so chaotic but now he barely trusts you to be alone with his master for completely different reasons

What if you managed to get both Malleus and yourself hurt?? (Highly unlikely that the dragon would even flinch at such misfortunes but go off I guess)

Will be constantly teased by Lilia, but he will make it his mission to make sure you survive through the day with minimal harm

Don’t point out he spends more time worrying over you rather than his master, he will throw a massive fit

I hope my work fulfilled your fantasy! -GN

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From Green to Blue

Summary: Hannah reflects

Chapter 20: Times Passed

Next chapter: A mother's shadow

Warnings:

Angst

Smut

Mental health crisis

MDNI: 18 plus

“Hannah, what do you want for breakfast?” Hannah heard her mother call from downstairs. In a slump, it took all of Hanna’s energy to call out. “Just choose whatever.” “Huh?” “I said it doesn't matter.” Hannah raised her voice. There was silence and then the sound of footsteps. She groaned. Hannah really didn’t want to have yet another discussion. Her mother came in, cup of tea in hand. Hannah’s mother set down the tea and ran her fingers through her daughter's messy hair. “Why don’t you come down and choose something.” It sounded so inviting. But it still took more coaxing by her mother to convince Hannah. Downstairs her father sat reading a newspaper. “How did you sleep?” He asked. Hannah shrugged. The truth was she hardly slept a wink.

At least Y/n wouldn’t be here. With trembling legs, Hannah entered the cold apartment. Immediately Hannah feels like she stepped back in time. Y/n’s things are everywhere, she had clearly wasted no time in reclaiming her place. Meanwhile, everything of Hannah’s was placed in brown cardboard boxes. Hopefully, this trip would be quick. Hannah’s father was waiting by the car. He offered to accompany her, but there was something Hannah needed to get off her chest. Eren came out of his room. For a moment Hannah’s breath was taken away. His soft brown hair fell around his face. Those familiar green eyes resurfaced memories. Happier ones in which he loved her. Now his eyes looked dull.

Hannah was wandering through the halls. She had just escaped a boring lecture on who knows what and had every intention of taking her time going to the washroom. What Hannah did not know was that two boys crept behind her. Once she entered a hall in which there were no teachers, they pounced. She recognized them as two freshmen who enjoyed tormenting kids in the year below. And up till now, Hannah had fairly good luck in avoiding them. SNAP! One of them had grabbed the back of her pants and had pulled, then let go. Hannah cried out as the two laughed. With insult added to injury, tears began to pool from Hannah’s eyes. “Hey!” An unfamiliar voice boomed, and both boys leaped as if stung. A girl, probably a few years older, was storming in their direction. They ran, not brave enough to take on someone older than them. “Are you alright?” The girl walked up to her. “T..thanks.” Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, making Hannah’s legs shake. The girl leads Hannah to the office. As the girl turned away, Hannah called out. “What's your name?” “It’s Y/n.”

Y/n’s graduation brought anxiety to Hannah. Of course she felt happy for her friend, Y/n was going to the University she’d wanted to attend. But Hannah also felt loneliness sweeping over her. Hannah never had many friends. She had a few, mainly through Y/n. And the boy Hannah had her eye on didn’t return her feelings, so no relationship. As Y/n walked towards her, smiling in a beautiful blue dress. Y/n wrapped her arms around Hannah and for a moment she was comforted. Even if Y/n was not there, they would still have each other.

Hannah wanted to ask if it was true. But the state of the house was proof enough. It was as if Y/n had never left. The vanilla perfume Y/n was always so fond of using sat perched on the countertop. As Hannah placed her things into that sad cardboard box she felt like breaking down. She would have to erase herself from Eren’s life. Every item she possessed that still remained was a fresh humiliation as it was placed into the box. Had Y/n felt this way? Hannah stopped as acid boiled in her stomach. She wanted to be sick and for the first time, she felt angry. Not at Eren or Y/n, but at herself.

Eren knocked on the door and Hannah froze. “Are you finished?” He sounded so nonchalant. She would rather he be angry with her than this indifference. The door creaked open and Eren stepped in. It was his eyes that first caught her attention. There was no malice or disgust in his eyes, nothing. His eyes were a murky forest green. She remembered Y/n’s eyes the last time they met. The e/c had been bright and full of contempt. For so long Y/n had looked at her with such kindness. The eyes had been bright, but with happiness. Hannah knew she would never see that look again. As if Y/n could. Because if someone had done that to her….. No! Hannah refused to think any further. Because the next path in this logic would lead her to truths she did not want to dwell on.

“Where’s Y/n?” Hannah asked. In truth, she was not entirely surprised that Y/n was not here. Maybe that was a good thing. The last thing Hannah wanted to see was Y/n’s smug face. Hannah wondered if she looked smug when it had been Y/n’s turn. Her thoughts, unwillingly, went to that day. Previously Hannah had remembered it with grim satisfaction. “Serves her right for flaunting her relationship.” Hannah had thought. But recently Hannah had tried to block this memory out. It no longer brought her any satisfaction.

She remembered the day Y/n came for her things. Hannah had gotten the time wrong and had just dropped by the apartment to get something. Seeing Y/n in their room made Hannah see red. When Y/n ignored her Hannah did not know what had come over her. Only images of her ex being with another woman followed Hannah’s brain. She was frightened Y/n would steal Eren from her. That Eren might change his mind since him and Y/n had been together for so long. When Eren had told Y/n to leave Hannah felt relieved. And everything passed by in a blur of euphoria. But slowly the pieces started to fall. It all changed that dreadful day. The truth didn’t even truly hit Hannah until the shock wore off. She had hoped Y/n might get an abortion, and a dark part of her wished she’d miscarry. Unfortunately, Hannah didn’t hide her feelings from Eren. It was the day before Their visit to Carla’s place, to see Y/n. Anxiety clawed at Hannah like some malignant disease. She watched Eren looking through a box under his bed. Crossing her arms, Hannah led against the doorframe. “Whatcha looking at?” Eren didn’t even look up, continuing to rummage through his things “What's in the box?” Hannah was starting to get annoyed. “Just looking through my baby things. I guess I’m now glad my mom kept my things. She wanted me to pass them down to my own one day.” Indignation flared up inside of her. “How do you know Y/n won’t get rid of the baby? Or miscarry. I think you're jumping the gun.” “I don’t think so. I mean Y/n would have already told me if she was going to get rid of the baby.” But Hannah was still not satisfied. “Are those all your baby things?” “Pretty much. Though I might keep a thing or two on me.” To be honest, Hannah found the news alarming. Hannah and Eren hadn’t really talked about the future. If their relationship continued they might have a child of their own. And what would be left for their baby if that did happen? Or maybe Eren really didn’t see a future for them. “Shouldn’t you save a few things?” Hannah asked tentatively. Eren gave her a confused look. “What for?” “Well….you know…for the future?” It came out less confidently than she would have preferred. Eren looked to Hannah’s stomach. “You aren’t-?” “No. I’m just saying that, well, just in case.” An awkward silence followed. “I think you're kind of jumping the gun.” Eren looked uncomfortable. Fear and anger boiled in her gut. “Are you planning to break up with me?!” Her voice broke. “What? No! It’s just that babies are currently not in the picture. This wasn’t planned.” Hannah couldn’t take it anymore. Without saying anything she turned on her heel and stormed off. Tears rolled down her face.

Hannah collected her things for the last time. Now all that was left was a box. Eren had stayed in the kitchen the whole time. Before Hannah left, there was one thing Hannah wanted to get out of the way. Taking a deep breath, Hannah plucked up the courage. Setting down the box she walked over to Eren. Immediately he looked like a deer in headlights. “Is there anything you need?” Eren asked. Hannah considered sitting down but her legs became like lead. Cramps stabbed her stomach, anxiety-riddled. “Was I just a replacement?” Eren seemed unable to speak. He looked down, almost in shame. “I don’t know.” Hannah could have choked on her indignation. “Is that how little our relationship mattered!? You don’t know!” She could hardly breathe. Like a fish out of water, it felt like the air was taken out of her. With shaking legs Hannah suddenly stumbled towards Eren. Thin pale hands grasped his shoulders, half out of anger and the fear of collapsing. Eren’s eyes widened and his hands came up, putting some distance between them. “Just leave, please.” He said firmly.

As Hannah sat beside her chatting parents, moving a piece of strawberry around the plate, tears filled her eyes as she realized she wished Eren had never existed.

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Member: Yang Jungwon

Requested by: Anon🎭

TW:Bullying,yandere

I hope you like this one anon and sorry if took so long! I just I have time to finish it😭

"Good morning, my little prey~"

"Oh...g-good morning to you too, Jungwon"

Another day of being one of his victims. Who is he, you ask? He's Yang Jungwon, of course. He's one of the top students in school, and everybody respects him a lot, which is one of the reasons to avoid being bullied by him. Not just academically great but also great in sports and a part of the student council. Don't ask me how he, a bully, can even enter the student council team; even I can't give a proper answer about it. I don't even remember how I became his victim in the first place. 

"Good...you know what happen if you choose to ignore, the consequence won't be good"

"Y-yes... I know that, Jungwon"

"Good...I want to meet you after school later. Do. Not. Forget. It."

"Okay...?"

With that, he left me there, stunned a bit. That's weird, this was actually the first time he talked to me that softly, even though it still sounds forceful. I shook my head and ignored it. I need to get my stuff in my locker or I will be late for first class. As I walked to my locker, someone familiar was waiting there. Could it be? I checked my eyes, and it's him! Heeseung is one of my upperclassmen and my crush too. I wondered why he was there, at my locker. I quickly approached Heeseung and greeted him. 

"Good morning Heeseung...why are you here?"

"Oh Hey YN"

"Y-you know my name?"

"Of course I know you silly, you're the new vice president for music club"

"Oh yeahh..."

"Anyway...I actually want to ask you out with me later, after school"

"G-going out...with you? Wait what"

"I like you silly, since I saw you in freshmen year...so, would go out with me?"

I can't believe it. My crush is actually confessing to me! Oh my God, my heart is racing like crazy right now. I just nodded and told him that I accepted his confession, and then I also confessed my feelings for him. This is the best day ever in my whole life! Heeseung pulled my hand and said he wanted to accompany me to class. I politely rejected him because I don't want to make a scene since he IS one of the popular kids in school. To see him date a girl like me will be laughable to them. Heeseung hesitated at first, but he understood my request.

"Okay then...see you later after school dear"

"Bye Hee, see you soon too!"

With those goodbyes, both of us went to our classes.

SKIP

Finally! The school session was finally over! I quickly cleared my stuff and ran out of the classroom first. Hurmm... I actually kinda forgot something, but I don't quite remember what it was. As I frantically tried to remember, someone tapped my shoulder, which brought me back to reality.

"Hey dear, are you ready to go now?"

"Yes Hee but I'm actually trying to remember something that I forgot..."

"Hurm? Is something bothering you, dear?"

"Nyeh...let's go, I think that not really important"

"Sure...let's go for our first date~"

Without realising it, I made a grave mistake by not remembering what I forgot that day. What was supposed to be a happy day turned into a nightmare.

Jungwon's POV

Finally, class was over, and now I had to meet YN, as I had ordered her to meet me. As I walked through the hallway, I saw YN with Heeseung Hyung. That's weird. Why do they look so close? When I saw Heeseung Hyung holding her hand, I could feel my rage boiling. Did he just touch my delicate doll? I scoffed when I saw them leaving the school building. Uh oh, someone is forgetting what's her first priority right now~

"Hey Won, let's go to the arcade!"

"Sorry Yuma...I have something to do now"

"Awww you always busy after school, come on be relax for once and come with us"

"Yeahh, you are already top student-"

"Not for studying...I have to 'catch' someone, bye"

Skip that night...

YN's POV

"Thanks for today, Hee. I have a wonderful day"

"Anything for my dear...make sure to have a rest tonight...I call you later when I arrive home"

"Sure...drive safely Hee~"

"Hey wait, leaving without my goodnight kiss?"

I just chuckled when I heard that, and he started to pout. I gave him a quick peck on his lips and waved him goodbye. As I no longer could see his car, I finally grabbed my keys to enter my house. Wait a second? Why did it not lock? Did I somehow forget to lock it this morning? This must be the one thing that I forgot today. Man, how I can be so careless. I hope no one stole anything important; I need to check it out. I entered my house and turned on the lights; nothing appeared to have been touched by anyone; everything appeared to be in the same position as when I left this morning.

"Oh good heavens...I thought I need to make a police report this night"

"Ohh? Think again sweetheart~"

"What-"

 When I tried to turn to see the voice's owner, someone pushed and pinned me to the wall. I shocked with what I saw. It's Jungwon. How the heck did he even get in here in the first place?!

"Having fun with Heeseung Hyung I see, hurm sweetheart?"

"J-Jungwon...how did you-"

"Don't Jungwon me...you were having fun with him and you totally forgot something you shouldn't have forget"

"Lock my door?"

"It's me, dolly...Don't I already told you that I want to meet with you after school?"

My eyes widen when he tells me that. So, it's not my unlock door that I forgot; it was him that I forgot.

"L-look Jungwon, I'm sorry but I really forgot that...not on purpose, I swear!"

"Oh? You were sure forgot about the moment that stupid boy touched you! As for touching what's mine, I'm sure that he already be dead by now" he smirked evily.

"W-what do you mean by that!? What did you do!?"

"No need to know...now it's your turn to remember that you shouldn't ever forget about me, sweetheart...or you will know what will you get for doing so"

He said as he whispered into my ears. When he said that, I got chills because he looked at me as if I were his prey. No, I am his prey for this whole time. Before I could utter a word, he forcefully kissed me on the lips. I tried to escape, but it's no use; he's stronger than I am. When he tried to reach my neck, I pushed him away and ran to my room, where I quickly locked it. I hurriedly called Heeseung to see if what Jungwon said earlier wasn't true.

"Hello? Hee! Are you there!?

"Woah woah, relax dear? I'm driving right now...what's wrong?"

"Oh God you're safe!"

"Safe? Dear, what's-"

BOOOM

TET TET TET TET

What just happened...? Did I hear it correctly? It sounds like an explosion. The call ended just like that. I'm too shocked to even react to what I just heard. Before I could call for help, a hand swiftly took my phone and smashed it to the ground.

"You witnessed that I was telling the truth...now let's give you your punishment for forgetting me today, doll~"

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My 10 Favorite Aggressive Flirts in BL

Sparked by this question from @yousaygoodbyeandisay and the ensuing discussion. So we are going with aggressive flirts, not necessarily good or super successful flirts. Ready? These are my personal favorites, there are A LOT to choose from. 

1. Wen Ke Xing - Word of Honor

Signature moves? Waving around a big deadly fuck-off fan, calling his husband soulmate and perfect, recognizing the innate beauty in swords and shoulder blades, adopting adult children, killing everyone and everything else.

You know I don’t ordinarily mention Chinese stuff, but in a post about flirting. I would be so remiss if I didn’t include this absolute king of all the censored flirts to ever pick up a deadly man in a pastel robe. 

2. Win - Until We Meet Again

His signature moves? The casual arm throw, stripping down to show his tattoos, cuddling, stealing a potato chip in the most iconic way humanly possible. 

3. Shin - Minato’s Laundromat

Signature moves? Cooking and feeding, looming, constant requests to be allowed further intimacy and care duties, open displays of attention and interest. 

4. YooHan - Color Rush

Signature moves? Causing his man to faint, learning about and talking about color, using said knowledge to seduce, lots of dates, breaking him out of conversion therapy mental hospital, running away with him. 

5. Nosue-san - Old Fashion Cupcake 

Signature moves? Pretending(?) he doesn’t know what a flirt he is, collecting women, using girly voice and cuteness, wistful need for pancakes, three piece suits. 

6. JaeYoung - Semantic Error 

Signature moves? Teasing, the ultimate gentle bully, appearing in all classes, being hyper good at art, all the pretty angles, running off the competition, seme subscription service. 

7. King - My Engineer 

Signature moves? Texting, seduction through nerdiness, calling himself cute, learning how to communicate with an extreme introvert, love = plants, drunk kisses. 

8. Jack - HIStory 3 Trapped

Signature moves? Cooking and feeding his man, deep conversation, matching horny for horny, giving up his whole life to go legit for his cop bf, knife play. 

9. Forth - 2 Moons 2 

Signature moves? One night stands, hazing freshmen into courting doctors, pouring a water bottle over his bare chest, glaring, really good kisses. 

10. SeoJoon - Too My Star

Signature moves? Human puppy, innate fragility, personal hygiene demands, enthusiasm, fluffy sweaters. 

OTHERS FROM KOREA 

DaWoon - Blueming Signature moves? Take his picture, bring him coffee, get his movie made, pet his hair, get him into bed ASAP. 

KiJin - Behind Cut

RoA - Love Class

Wild Dog - Long Time No See

SangHa - Mr Heart

Jung Woo - My Sweet Dear

Korea loves an aggressive flirt. 

OTHERS FROM THAILAND 

Yok - Not Me Signature moves? Taunting and verbal repartee, drawing his man nekid, artistic bad boy eccentricity.

Tan - Manner of Death Signature moves? Cuffs, lesbian u-haul action, adopting children (plants, youths, local malcontents), shooting bad guys.

Ming - 2 Moons franchise Signature moves? Brutal honesty, direct communication, openness about feelings, winning the hotness contests.  

Mark - Gen Y Signature moves? Showing off, grad romantic gestures, lots of gifts. 

Pat - Bad Buddy Signature moves? Sniffing shirts, taking off his shirt, teasing and taunting, more shirt stuff. 

Jimmy’s character in Vice Versa Signature moves? Hot/cold, questioning lines, direct requests for affection that cannot be trusted.

Sky & Intouch - Secret Crush On You 

Pukong - 2gether 

Neo - 3 Will Be Free (trained flirt) 

Kaow - Brothers 

Nuea - Cutie Pie 

Vee - Love Mechanics 

Pitch - Golden Blood  

Vegas - KinnPorsche 

Pure - My Gear and Your Gown 

Fame - Make it Right 

Bbomb - Nitiman (very gentle version) 

Solo & Kao - Oxygen 

Kong - SOTUS (maybe) 

Na - Tonhon Chonaltee 

Mayom - What Zabb Man

San - You’re My Sky 

Prin - With Love (you thought I forgot about this one, didn’t you? yeah I’m the only person who watched it) 

whatever the fuck is going on with My Secret Love, Our Days, Paint With Love, Loveless Society, That’s My Candy, Y-Destiny, Close Friend, War of Y. 

OTHERS 

Naoya - Mr Unlucky Signature moves? Consistent pursuit, kiss first ask questions after, devout sincerity, stripping down for “exercise.” 

BoXiang - H3MODC the BL that shall not be named 

LiCheng - History 4 

Yuki - Plus and Minus 

Mark - Love is Science? 

Art - Rainbow Prince 

Nat Nam - You Are Ma Boy 

Younger seme + old uke inevitably yields up extreme flirting because of the power imbalance. 

Reluctant/tsundere seme + needy uke, however, usually also results in flirting but this kind: 

Desperate & Crazy Flirts

Prime examples? LuLin in My Esports Genius Brother  or Nampu in Top Secret Together or Yi in Coffee Melody. Intouch in UWMA, Fiat - TharnType 2, Don’t Say No.

A lot of these are aggressive autonomous ukes forced to undertake seme role by the narrative. 

Bully Flirts 

These are usually tsundere semes or all powerful semes (CEO, spoiled rich kids, bosses, mafia, etc) face with extreme tsundere ukes. 

Prime examples? 

Gu Hai - Addicted Signature moves? Ultimate pigtail pulling, all the pranks. Moving himself in, climbing into bed with his man, kidnapping. 

Sib - Lovely Writer Signature moves? Cohabitation, acting like a couple in public, calling baby CUTE constantly, switching linguistic registers, slightly sinister.

Kiyoi - Utsukushii Kare Signature moves? Calling his bf disgusting or gross, ordering him around, demanding attention, demanding honest love, watch me lose my mind over this glorious BL here

There are quite a few other bullies particularly out of China and Taiwan, they should probubly get their own post, but they mostly fall into whipping boy. Also I might throw in: Fighter in Why R U?, Tharn and Type in TharnType, Rio from Pornographer series, Gui from Takumi-kun, HooTing from H3:MODC, Kamol in Unforgotten Night, Kinn in KinnPorsche, Athip in What Zabb Man.

CODICIL 

This is a long post. I probubly won’t keep it updated because there are so many already. If you have one you want added, mention in a comment. 

Otherwise, this is fixed as of Aug 2022. Not responsible for flirts who come after. 

Devil Judge not included.

(source) 

#top flirts #master flirts #best flirts in bl #best of bl list #best of list #recommended bl #thai bl #korean bl #bully flirts #needs a seperate post #Utsukushii Kare #Lovely Writer #addicted web series #chinese bl #aggressive flirting #Mr Unlucky #japanese bl #adapted from a manga #live action yaoi #Gen Y mark #2 moons ming #2 moons 2 ming #Manner of Death #Not Me the series #Blueming #Too My Star #2 Moons 2 #2 Moons 2 forth #HIStory 3 Trapped #HIStory 3: Trapped

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I’m a e2l fan so I want anything you could give us about it like characters likes /dislikes ? Small snippet (sorry Im so excited for this fic I’m asking for alot :,(no pressure though <3)

love you hope you’re doing good

hiii! you're so sweet, ily2! i'm mostly good! a little stressed bc school but i'm keeping it pushing haha

and you're not asking for a lot!! i've actually been talking a lot about this au with a few of my moots lately so i've been itching to share about it so honestly go crazy with asking about it!!! since i haven't gotten as many asks about this au i guess i'll make this ask kind of long and just kind of dump some of the stuff from my notes into it? and i have a tiny snippet i can share too!

so i'll just go on a long ass tangent below lol

okay, so first thing about this au, the one thing i really want to emphasize (without spoiling) is the whole thing about this au is that their breakup reason is important, but also that nobody in particular is at fault. sometimes life just happens, and things happen, and sometimes you just need to take a step back and re-evaluate yourself, your goals, and what you really want! it's about coming back together and choosing that person in the end because you realize not being with them is worse than whatever drove y'all apart!

tbh a lot of this au is partially inspired by my own breakup & how the experience of me getting over it! i was in my early 20s for the first time being single after being in a relationship since i was a teenager and i was like woah wtf idk how to be single/without a partner. so that's a big focus of that! learning how to find yourself and realign your goals and all that!

but we can get into the characters now!

eren:

definitely is a bit more obvious about missing mikasa, but tries to act like he doesnt (he has her highlight still up lol, not doing a good job at it)

mostly just works a lot while they're not together

after they breakup, mikasa moves out of their apartment, so he's stuck seeing all their stuff all the time

the first time they see each other its messy, they get into a big fight lol, they aren't allowed to hang out together lol

but he realizes pretty fast that he regrets the breakup, but he sees that mikasa seems to be doing okay, so he wouldn't wanna intrude on that

he gets armin in the breakup basically (mostly bc he sees armin more, but armin still talks to mikasa, just not as much as he does to eren obvi)

he picks up some of mikasa's hobbies bc he misses her so much lol he's down horrendous

at the very least does miss mikasa at least as a friend

mikasa

after their breakup, because she's kind of trying to spite eren, she starts going out a lot to cope—her "hot girl era" essentially lol

she definitely starts prioritizing herself a lot more, and spends more time with her friends and figuring out what she wants outside of eren

but she definitely misses eren, she's just better at hiding it lol

she partially thinks he just doesn't want anything to do with her anymore (a lot of this is just them being fucking idiots lol), and she basically doesn't try to stalk him or see what he's up to bc she doesn't wanna know out of her own peace of mind

she has very bad flight anxiety so when they fly to italy, she lowkey kind of hopes that eren doesn't change his flight (he does bc he has to do something not even to be petty), and she has a very terrible flight experience and all she wishes is that eren were there

and here's a little snippet! this takes place the day after they break up!! sorry for rambling LOl but hope you enjoyed my little tangent! :)

“Damn, Mikasa,” Gabi called out from behind her, only causing Mikasa to turn around. “We didn’t know you went out on weeknights.” 

Gabi, one of the college freshmen who worked at the gallery, had a tendency to say whatever was on her mind, never bothering to filter herself. Even if Mikasa had grown rather close to her since she started working at the gallery in August, sometimes she wished Gabi would just shut up.

Mikasa scoffed, confused as to what even prompted her to say that. “What are you talking about, Gabi? And don’t cuss so loud, especially where guests can hear you.”

“Your eyes, they’re all red. Not to mention how bad your bags are,” she said, pointing to her eyes. “Seems like someone was a victim of Sunday Funday.”

Mikasa lifted a finger to touch her eye—still puffy, but from tears, rather than drinking.

“Gabi, you’re not supposed to say stuff like that—it’s rude,” Falco chimed in.

“Hey, it’s not my fault she can’t handle her alcohol,” she shrugged, turning back toward Mikasa. “It’s okay, Mikasa, the prettiest girls are always the biggest lightweights. But anyway, are you feeling okay? Does our favorite party girl need some Tylenol? A Liquid IV, maybe? Even a Gatorade?”

Was she supposed to answer honestly? Tell them that she had spent the entirety of her night crying because she and her boyfriend had broken up. That she was sure that the cops almost got called by their neighbors from how loud they were yelling at one another? That Sasha couldn’t even understand her when she called, telling her she needed somewhere to stay because she stormed out of their apartment, not even giving Eren the chance to finish his sentence, somewhere after one of them had uttered the words, “We shouldn’t be together anymore?”

She had been doing so well, pushing the thoughts to the back of her head, trying to get through the entirety of her shift without thinking about everything—about him. She only had an hour left in her shift, but all of her efforts had been to no avail.

It was as if the wind had been knocked out of her, she suddenly lost the ability to breathe, and she felt all the blood drain from her face.

We aren’t together. We aren’t together. We aren’t together. The words playing in her mind on loop.

“Hey, Mikasa. Are you okay?” Falco asked, his eyes flooding with concern as he looked over Mikasa’s current state.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” she said quickly, before running off to the bathroom.

But maybe just this once, Mikasa was lucky for Gabi’s inability to shut her mouth—at least being hungover was a good enough cover for sobbing her eyes out in the bathroom.

#exes to lovers au #asks #vic’s wips

[neonponders]

For @billyhargrovebingo​​ 🎥 👻

BINGO! (one column done!) ~ read on ao3 ~

B3 - “You don’t have to come...”

• • •

“You don’t have to come.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Billy sassed behind him. Steve’s eyes rolled, but he couldn’t be huffy for long. Places like this were just shy of derelict; hell, some of the rooms didn’t have proper floorboards. It was very possible to fall through the floor of a bedroom and land in the ceiling of a parlor or worse: the basement.

“Got that camera rolling?”

“Of course I do,” Steve droned. “That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Just dotting your eyes, pretty boy. If you’re sweet to me, I’ll cross your t’s later.”

That got a sputtered laugh out of him. “What does that even mean?”

“It means that if I’m driving your ass hundreds of miles to an old, haunted estate, then I’m at least getting some ass for it.”

“No one said you had to come!” Steve repeated, and for emphasis, he turned the flash on and pointed the camera at him. Billy squinted at him and palmed the front of the camera to get it out of his face.

“The right thing to say is thank you.”

“It’s hard to be thankful when you volunteer only to complain the whole time.”

Billy sauntered behind him through what had supposedly been ‘the music room’ for the family that owned this place. It had a long wall of windows, which were probably spectacular during the day. As for now, they had a romantic view of the setting sun over the lake behind the house. Otherwise, every window of the house forebode obsidian eyes watching them after nightfall.

“It’s just my luck that the only other queer in Hawkins has a thing for ghosts.”

Steve sent a silent apology to Robin, who would have to make another voiceover for their footage because his and Billy’s conversations weren’t exactly sharable. Then he spun around and accused, “Is that why you’re with me? Because of slim pickings?”

Billy grinned like a cocky wolf. “I don’t have slim pickings. Plenty of bored housewives to choose from at the pool.”

Steve shook his head, extracting a simple EMF reader from his jacket pocket just to have something else to look at. “It’s easier getting ghosts to talk than a simple confession out of you.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Billy insisted. “Your usual pals were too chicken shit to come along to this location.”

“Yeah, but it’d still be nice to have some big boy words now and then,” Steve retorted stiffly. “And replacing my usual superstitious freshmen who can’t do long road trips during finals week isn’t much of a medal of honor.”

“Sinclair sure seemed like he wanted to be an extra hundred miles away from this place,” Billy conversed as he opened one of the French doors to the back patio. A gentle breeze blew in some dead leaves.

“Can you blame him? Who wants to hang out with a bunch of dead conservatives?”

“He needs to get better friends,” Billy said, “or at least friends with better interests. Most of the time ghost stories are old white people with too much emotional baggage.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Okay, ghost shrink,” he countered as he hit a Marlboro Reds box against his hand. “What’s your dream case?”

“You need a cigarette?” Steve wondered as he watched Billy light up. "You smoked all the way here."

Billy’s metal lighter chimed as he put it away. "We've been exploring the property for over an hour."

“Right, that's enough fresh air for one day.”

Billy exhaled smoke that looked almost white in the twilight gloom as he smirked in Steve’s direction. “Do you wanna tell me about the Camel Blues you keep under your driver’s seat?”

Steve shrugged as he set up the tripod to film a time lapse of the sun setting. “I quit for Nancy, but life’s hard. Sometimes I’m delusional enough to think they help.”

Steve slouched over the banister next to him, and looked at the offered cigarette when Billy knocked their legs together. He accepted, earning a smug warmth in Billy’s face as he watched Steve indulge. The embers bloomed with his breath before he handed it back. Billy set the filter between his lips and mumbled, “Tell me what your dream ghost hunt is.”

“Uh,” Steve sighed like were shy. Billy gave him time to get over that and he admitted, “Maybe the prince of France.”

“That’s specific.”

Steve laughed and explained, “Really it’s just a reason to spend a week drinking wine on a French beach, but supposedly the locals have seen a ten year old boy wandering a suburb where a mass grave was excavated. The local legend is that it’s Marie Antoinette’s son. He died pretty bad and was buried in a pauper’s grave.”

“Unmarked,” Billy deduced. “How’d he die?”

“You don’t wanna know. He was ten.”

“I got that part. His parents were decapitated,” Billy said bluntly. “How creative did the French get when it came to the kid who would’ve been the future king?”

“Censored story short: tuberculosis.”

“The whore’s disease.”

“Do you have to say it like that?”

“Do you need history watered down for you?”

“I don’t like thinking of bad things happening to ten year olds,” Steve defended. He plucked the cigarette from Billy’s lips and took a long hit.

Billy gazed at the overgrown lawns curving around the lake. There was a dock on one side, but Billy didn’t trust it to be sturdy for anything heavier than the spiders’ webs. “What would you do? If you got evidence of the kid?”

“I don’t know,” he deflated. “Probably just...talk to him. After the kid was forced to testify against his mom in a court full of people who already hated her, he went mute.”

Billy’s eyes went distant, fingers auto-piloting when Steve handed the cigarette back to him. “What would you say?”

“Just...I’m sorry. We know better now. It wasn’t your mom’s fault, or yours. You were just a kid. You deserved better. You deserved safety and happiness from the adults around you. That sort of thing.”

Billy sniffed, and Steve glanced at him. Billy’s nostrils were a little bit pink; easy to see, since he had a big nose. Steve liked his nose. He didn’t like Billy feeling vulnerable, though. Sometimes Steve forgot that about Billy: the guy was cocky and loud, but fragile.

“People haven’t learned shit. They’re still assholes to kids.”

“Your sister would definitely take your head off for a free lunch.”

Billy blinked and posed accusatory eyes on him. Steve smiled, the tension breaking as he looked down at his watch. “Say something nice for Robin. She’s the one who has to edit all this footage.”

“Wish you could third-wheel our date, Buckley, but not really.”

Steve pursed his lips at him as he snuffed the filter out on the banister and flicked it out into the bushes. “Wha - go get that!”

“Hell no.”

“This is a historical site!”

“Then they should fix the foundation.”

But Steve muscled him out into the yard to hunt down the cigarette filter, and wound up using a littered grocery bag to collect even more garbage. As Billy stuffed a couple of beer cans into it, he complained, “This isn’t what I had in mind for ghost hunting, Harrington.”

Steve groaned as he stood up straight, lifting his ribs to pop his back. “Did you mean it when you said this is a date?”

“Worst date I’ve ever been on. If I find a used condom in these bushes, I’m leaving your ass here.”

Steve laughed and touched his arm. “I’m serious. Is that why you always drive me?”

Billy sighed and waved a vague gesture to the moon overhead. “Well, for some reason, the lighting is always the best in haunted locations. Makes me want to kiss somebody I’m soft on.”

Steve smiled and tossed the bag at the bottom of the patio stairs. “Yeah?”

Billy closed the distance between them, dirt smudged fingers finding Steve’s waist. “Yeah. Is there room for two on that French beach of yours?”

Steve laughed, arms coming to rest on Billy’s shoulders. “More like two hundred tourists. I’ll pack an extra glass for you.”

“Your dad’s got frequent flier miles, right?”

Steve’s brows lifted. “You wanna go soon?”

“I wanna go cheap. Make your dad pay for your hobbies.”

“Oh,” Steve snorted. “I told you I’d give you gas money. I’m good for it.”

Billy petted his cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I already said what I’m here for, and it’s not your money, Steve. It’s to have the first hand experience of you screaming and shitting yourself at a ghost.”

“Just kiss me like a polite boyfriend for once,” Steve ordered bluntly.

The tip of Billy’s tongue slid over his lips. “Nothing polite about how I’m about to desecrate this historical site.”

They did not hand over the footage for Robin to edit. Which on one hand, spared her from knowing her dingus friends way too well. On the other, Steve could never receive confirmation for what he swore were people humming in the camera’s speakers.

#sorry i watched a doc about marie antoinette's kids and now it's everyone's problem #harringrove #ficlet #billy bingo #billyhargrovebingo #ghost hunter!steve #ghost hunters!au #cynic!billy

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 22: Monster

A/N: This one's from my lovely friend @goblinden for sending a prompt with Steve, Eddie, and Dustin in to me! No one has sent me any requests to see a Steddie pairing so I am very happy to have received this. I hope I've done it justice! Also a disclaimer, I know NOTHING about the world of Dungeons & Dragons, so anything I've written is from my friend's help or just purely nonsense out of my brain. Any mistakes aren't my fault lol. Enjoy!

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson

Steve was stuck babysitting once again, but this time it wasn't him and 6 freshmen. It was him, Dustin Henderson (so one freshman) and Eddie Munson. For now, at least. Dustin invited Steve to come to one of Eddie's Dungeons & Dragons campaigns, not even asking Eddie for permission first because he figured the guy would say yes to anything he wanted. The perks of being as lovable as Dustin Henderson... And Steve's been reluctant for the few years since actually being close with the group to sit in on any 'nerd' stuff. But now that they had Eddie and his awesome campaigns, Dustin figured the ante was upped and it wasn't a child's game anymore. Steve could handle this.

But the thing was, they were early. Way too early, apparently. So Dustin and Eddie got to talking as they set up their game table together. And Steve plopped himself on the nearby sofa, literally tapping fingers on his knee or picking at his cuticles. Fun times. Right.

Steve tuned in to the end of a conversation Dustin and Eddie were holding as those two sat at their respective seats at the gaming table.

"... but the gelatinous cube could be better than any of the ones we're naming here," came from Dustin's mouth.

Gelatinous cube... disgusting way to say Jell-O, Steve thought.

"How so?" Eddie asked, leaning back in his chair and hiking one leg up to rest over the other.

"So we know the Froghemoth, Roper, Cyclops, even. The first two have the tentacles, which we've mentioned before," Dustin smiled knowingly towards Eddie and continued, "And the other has the brawn we're looking for. But!" he pointed a finger in the air, "Gelatinous cube can't take damage as easily and once you're stuck in that thing, you probably ain't getting out," he said like he just won an argument.

Eddie leaned forward in his seat now, fully intrigued, "You may have something there, Henderson..."

The two curly haired party members turned their heads simultaneously when they heard a scoffing sort of laugh from Steve Harrington, sitting on his lonely little couch.

"Something funny, Steve?" Dustin asked, taking the reigns from something Eddie probably would've said.

"Noho, nothing's funny. Well yeah, a little-- Don't worry about me, just keep talking about your snot cubes and sasquatches."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Why did you bring the nonbeliever here again?" he flicked his eyes back towards Dustin.

"I told him it'd be fun. He needs a little fun in his life," Dustin argued, "I'm the only fun he's got left--"

"Not true," Steve immediately cut right in, "I have a life, dipshit, thank you very much."

"Yeah, but is it fun without me?"

Steve took a pause too long and Eddie started to laugh.

"Whatever," Steve huffed, folding his arms over his chest and choosing not to look their way, "Enjoy all your dumb nerd games and forget I'm even here, alright?"

Dustin shook his head, never understanding how Steve could say things so hurtful and then still act like he was the victim who was sorely affected. Eddie, however, took this sullen turn as a window of opportunity.

"Fine. Henderson and I haven't even gotten to the good one," Eddie looked right at Dustin again and he smirked, "Nightgaunt."

Dustin tilted his head to the side in confusion at first, "I mean, I get it from the tail angle? Similar to the tentacles on the Roper, but I don't really get another--" Eddie's remaining smirk finally tipped him off. A huge smile sprung to Dustin's face.

"The nightgaunt," Eddie pulled out a little hint of his DM voice, "Similar in build to the bats from hell," he meant the Upside Down, "Mixed with the size of the dogs from hell," again, Upside Down.

Steve would never admit it got to him, but Eddie using his DM voice immediately sparked intrigue in him. He wanted to turn and lean in closer, just like Dustin was doing. But he said what he said and wasn't turning back now, still avoiding any kind of eye contact with those two. That didn't mean he still couldn't eavesdrop.

"And their tail?" Dustin asked, continuing to fabricate the story with Eddie, wanting him to get into details.

"Ah yes, their extra long tails with the spearheaded tip," Eddie held his arms up and mimed aiming a spear, really getting into the spirit of it, "Pliable, strong... perfect for grappling with!" Eddie lunged and laced an arm around Dustin's neck, dragging the kid over towards Steve.

"Hey!" Dustin uttered his surprise but knew it was all part of the act... or maybe it was under the guise of the act, but Eddie took his chance to physically annoy him.

"Imagine it, the tail wrapping around your neck so you're scarce for breath; your arms come up to try and pry the tail off of you, but now the tail wraps around each of your arms and pins them, too," Eddie kept narrating and Dustin was helping him by acting it out.

Steve was watching them, failing at his attempts to ignore the two of them. And god dammit, he was almost feeling anxious from all of their intricacy.

"You're gasping, you're not strong enough to break free," Eddie flicked his dark brown eyes Steve's way and grinned to see him enveloped in his tale, "And all the while, that lengthy tail is wrapping itself around your arms, your waist, your legs, even. Oh yeah. It's long, Stevie boy," he finally directly made eye contact with the ex-jock, now crouching by Dustin's legs, "And when you think that it can't get worse, that your end is in sight...!" Eddie paused for dramatic effect.

He launched himself right for Steve on the couch, the suddenness making the guy jump back and brace himself, gripping one hand into the back of the couch and the other on the armrest. His eyes were wide and Eddie's face was inches from his. And Eddie had a wild look in his eye, matching his wild hair and demeanor.

"Go ahead and ask me what happens next, big boy," Eddie encouraged Steve.

Steve swallowed before asking, "Wh-What happens next?"

"The nightgaunt, with all its claws and horns and horror..." Eddie righted his head and positioned his body over the couch, flexing his fingers so unnoticeably to Steve since the man was staring right at his face. Perfect, "... it fucking tickles you, man!" Eddie practically screamed and his face shifted entirely to pure joy as he hopped himself up on Steve on the couch and dug his fingers into the man's ribs.

Steve looked shocked at almost the sheer volume of Eddie's words and didn't even absorb what he said so much before he let out a scream of his own and coughed out a laugh, flailing to cover up.

"Wahait! Wait--Wait wait ack! F-Fuhucking-- EDDIE!" Steve tried growling but he was on his back on the couch with the damn freak straddling him from above and spidering his fingers in any spot of torso he could reach.

Dustin was now laughing, too, ecstatic their little show had this kind of payoff, "Ha! Still gonna call us nerds?"

"Or our games dumb?" Eddie threw in with a grin, pinching right into Steve's hips while he had the opening. Steve bucked and the most genuine laugh they'd heard yet flew from his lips.

"OHOho shhhh---" Steve was ready to curse some more but he was laughing too much, "Y-Youhu guys suck!"

Eddie smirked, "So it's a no, then," he vibrated fingers into Steve's belly while his other hand kept Steve's fighting arms at bay. Steve jumped up again on the couch and his laughter jumped in pitch.

"Just picture the nightgaunt focusing all its energy riiiiight here," Eddie taunted more as he kept the tickly pressure on Steve's belly. He did it so precisely that he got Steve to snort after a few extra seconds of tickling there. Hearing that got Dustin laughing again. Eddie could safely say he was happy, too.

Dustin ran up to the side of the couch now, exclaiming, "I roll! I cast hideous laughter!" he pointed his finger in Steve's face and laughed as evilly as he could before poking more into Steve's ribs and he occasionally got a good poke in his armpit. Steve squeaked when that happened and now Dustin was using all his energy to try and pin one of his arms but it wasn't working.

"Hang on, hang on, allow me," Eddie saw Dustin struggling and he reached down and fluttered a few fingers against Steve's neck.

This tried and true hack caused Steve's shoulders to hunch, his arms to raise, and now Eddie snatched one up and pinned it above him against the couch. A bonus was Steve's bright giggle that came forth from the neck tickles.

"Hideous laughter commencing, bard," Eddie grinned at Dustin and put all his effort in keeping Steve's hand right where it was.

Dustin scratched at Steve's now exposed armpit. And Steve practically exploded in laughter. It was loud and at times squeaky. He was trying to squirm, but Eddie's weight kept him down. His next effort was to use his free arm to block access to his sensitive underarm. But then Eddie got his stomach again and confused his senses so he couldn't decide which to fend off.

"OHO FUHUCK OHOhohofff!" Steve cackled.

"Sorry, Harrington. Hideous laughter practically immobilizes you. Makes you unable to do anything because you're laughing to ha-hahard--- hey!" he giggled himself when Steve's new use with his free arm was to try and tickle back.

Steve pulled his other arm out of Eddie's grip and pushed Dustin away, "Seeheems like your spell's got a flaw in it. Not immobilized," he poked and squeezed at Eddie's belly and sides to get him back and off of him now. It only lasted briefly until Eddie was giggling and no longer straddling him.

Steve pulled himself to the opposite end of the couch and caught his breath, running a hand through his hair to try and fix it. It had gone wild from the attack.

Dustin smiled at Steve like he meant the world to him... and then Steve looked at Eddie at the guy shared the same stupid smile. Now Steve was smiling, Jesus Christ what has become of him.

"Enough monsters, okay? Save them for your game-- campaign."

"He can be taught!" Eddie cheered triumphantly and he patted Steve's leg as he stood up off the couch, "There's an extra seat for you at the table, you know. So you won't have to be relegated to banishment on the sad stoner couch," he grinned.

Steve chuckled and shook his head fondly. Within minutes, the rest of the party was here and they began their campaign. Steve sat at the corner next closest to Eddie and watched as the story unfolded. Hey, it was pretty fun. Even if he didn't understand more than half of the terminology being used. But the kids were having fun, Eddie was a riot, and so he could learn to have a little bit of fun, too.

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