#being shouted at by a high school girl in her school uniform about how they will surpass him or something along those lines

[slightlytoastedbagel]

actually On Your Feet gave us two good things (well. three if you like Realize which I do). Kohane's "it's frustrating" line and the great crack fic idea of Vivid Bad Squad getting cancelled online for skipping school to yell at The Kotaki Taiga as he was about to go back to America.

[dellalyra]

OMG I WAS JUST HAVING BRAINROT ABOUT GOJO AND Y/N IN THEIR TEEN YEARS AND

imagine that back then they had to participate in a talent show or something and megumi and the rest watch the old video tape they found in the darkest corner of the library on campus.

the tape was in a box with a label reading "the best jujutsu tech students' and its just filled with memories of their teen years.

they decide to watch the talent show one and its just chaotic as hell. mid way through megumi, nobara and yuuji get caught watching it lmao

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

A/N: this request. came in last night - and it’s all I’ve done today because it was so perfect it’s all I could think about. ur amazing ily

CW: swearing, weed, suggestive stuff, mdni i stg shoo

“Itadori! Bring these to the garbage!” Nobara shouts.

“Why me?! Why can’t you do it?!” He retorts as Megumi just rolls his eyes at the two of them, he wonders how they turned into siblings so easily.

“Fushiguro! Tell your boyfriend to take this to the garbage. It’s heavy and he should use his freaky wall-breaking strength for something useful!” She shouts back.

“Eh?! Is exorcising cursed and carrying you like a sack of flour not useful?! Or always carrying all your dumb shopping?!” They’ve broken into an all out sibling squabble by now, Megumi just turns away and continues the task of clearing out the storeroom behind the dojo in the school. Pushing boxes of old files and reports out of the way, he finds a box covered in doodles and stickers, taped shut at the top. He goes to inspect the very out of place container and finds words among the doodles of weirdly shaped beings and flowers.

‘The Best Jujutsu Tech Students.’

“Will you two shut up for two minutes, come look at this.” He says over his shoulder to the two, with Nobara releasing Yuuji from the headlock she somehow got him in.

“Ancient treasure! I told you we’d find something cool.” Yuuji shouts, pumping his fist into the air.

“What is this, Pirates of the Caribbean?! We’re clearing out a high school storage room, dumbass.” The girls rolls her eyes.

They inspect the box, trying to figure out the doodles.

“It doesn’t look super old? Open it, Itadori.” Nobara says.

“Will you quit telling me what to do?!” He says, huffing.

While they resumed the bickering, Megumi took a knife he had hidden in the shadows and sliced through the lines of tape holding the box together. The sound alerted the other two who peered into the box alongside him.

“Wait, are they… DVD’s?” Megumi asks.

“Yeah - but they’re homemade ones. Is there a label on them?” His boyfriend says, leaning in to get a closer looks.

The box itself was filled with small DVD cases of many colours - all labelled in a scrawling handwriting the kids felt like they knew.

“There’s a DVD player in the room where I hung out when I was dead.” Yuuji says, and hauls the box up and begins to walk. None of them even needed to discuss whether or not they’d be watching them, like a hive mind - but with maybe two shared brain cells.

They all made their way across campus, to a room in the same building as their Sensei’s office.

Nobara insisted on grabbing snacks from the vending machine en route, and they sat down on the sofa while Yuuji loaded the first date labelled ‘2003, December.” Well, that’s what they think it’s said. The handwriting was such a chicken scratch it almost looked like a doctor’s unintelligible writing.

The screen came to life - sounds buzzing and voices echoing (albeit muffled) as the screen panned from looking at the floor - to the sky, the the floor again. Then - a face came on screen.

A very familiar one - but… a hell of a lot younger.

“Wait… is that -?” Nobara asks.

“Shoko-sensei?!” Yuuji exclaims.

“That’s kinda how she looked when I was a kid. She’s in her uniform, so this must be when she was in school.” Megumi adds.

The camera pulls away from the close up on her face as another figure enters the shot - a man with odd bangs, silky black hair tied up into a bun and piercing dark eyes. He had a lazy smile in his face as he looked into the camera, poking a finger into Shoko’s cheek.

“What the fuck, Suguru?!” She says as she flicks his hand away.

“That’s - that’s Geto Suguru.” Megumi says. Geto had always been a bittersweet topic in their house, only getting worse in the last year and a half since… since he died.

The next action causes a gasp to echo across the room. A smiling face pops up between both figures.

Dark, circular sunglasses perched on a slim, pale nose and a wide, toothy, cheeky smile sat under a mop of shocking white, messy hair.

“Holy shit! That’s -” Yuuji starts.

“Dad.” Megumi whispers, seeing Satoru so young, probably around his age was amazing to him.

“Wow! It’s working! Is it on? Is it filming?” 16 year old Gojo says, voice eerily familiar, but much younger.

The three faces were all staring into the lens of the camera, only visible from the shoulders up. On screen, Shoko looked down and moved her arm and another head popped up from the bottom of the screen, trying to squeeze in.

The head of H/C hair and shiny eyes wiggled their way into the shot between Suguru and Shoko, and under Satoru.

“Did you say it’s on? It on recording right now?” The new figure pokes the camera.

“No fucking way… Fushiguro! That’s -” Nobara says, swirling to look at the taller boy.

“My mom.” He says, eyes fixed on screen. Your face was younger, hair the same as ever, eyes still full of excitement and curiosity and voice slightly higher than it is now. A hand pats the top of your head, a pale one - Satoru.

“Do a dance for the camera, Y/N.” Satoru says, smiling.

And you do a little wiggle in your spot squeezed between everyone as the other three burst out laughing.

The camera cuts off, and the screen changes to a view of the outside - all of them immediately recognising the training field.

In view is Geto and Gojo, sparring at such a ridiculously quick speed it’s barely visible. He could hear giggling behind the screen and recognised the voices of you and Shoko laughing about something that happened in class.

“They’re such show offs.” Your voice says.

“Geto genuinely wants to train, Gojo is just trying to impress you.” Shoko says, voice muffled by something - which he later sees as a lollipop, figuring it out when it gets launched across the field - presumably in retaliation for her comment by you.

“No way, Koko! That’s just dumb, he’s just a show off in general.” Your voice echoes.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.”

The camera cuts off again. The next thing they see is the night sky, and raucous laughter. The camera is being held by Shoko again, and she points it to a view of a rooftop - the flat part of the roof of the dorm building. The camera turns to one Suguru Geto, eyes hazy and smile even more languid than normal. In his hand was a smoking object - which he passed to Shoko.

They were both laughing together about Shoko saying she could see a constellation shaped like a penis, and the hysterical giggles and she rested her head on the boys shoulder told them that the joint in Shoko’s hand was very much affecting them.

There were clambering sounds.

“I can’t reach!” Came your voice, distant and off screen.

“C’mere shortstack, I’ll give you a boost.” The teasing lilt of Gojo’s voice came after.

“Thanks, Jack the Beanstalk.” Your retort sent the two original stars into another round of laughter before you and Gojo enter the frame, both holding a plastic bag of snacks.

Shoko gives you the joint as you sit, and you take a quick puff and pass it back to Suguru. Satoru declines it, saying it makes his eyes feel funny to which you all nod and say ‘makes sense’.

“Did you get me spicy chips?” Suguru asks, combing through the bags.

“Yes. But - you had to tell me you love me to get them.” Satoru says, smirking.

“Gojo Satoru - you are the light of my life, the centre of my world, the reason my heart beats, please, May I have my child you absolute fuckwad.” He says, as Satoru throws his head back laughing and throws a red bag of chips at him before tackling him to the ground demanding a kiss.

You laugh at the scene, turning to Shoko.

“See - that’s how Geto has at least one date every weekend.” You say, opening your chocolate.

“Man-whore.” She responds, sucking on a lollipop.

The screen flashes black. The same view is on the screen, but the atmosphere is much calmer. Suguru lay, head on Shoko’s lap and her deft fingers carding through his hair as he listens to whatever nonsense Gojo is spouting. The camera turns to a view that has Nobara and Yuuji cooing. Satoru is sitting, arm around your back to keep you upright with your head on his shoulder, eyes closed and clearly sleeping.

Suguru’s voice whispers into the camera.

“And these two say they’re not into each other.” Followed by a scoff from Shoko.

Next up is a view of the training field again, with a sight that made the three current first years laugh. Suguru was laying on the grass, and he was bench pressing you - his makeshift weight - as you lay relaxed horizontally reading a book, the casual nature made it clear this was a daily occurrence.

Once his reps are finished, he gently lets you down and you don’t even react, just laying on the grass continuing your book. He stands up and waves to Shoko, who he’s just noticed with her camera and proceeds to take off his shirt and let down his hair.

“Put your damn shirt back on!” Shoko shouts.

“God damn, maybe I should be a curse user.” Nobara utters, whistling and fanning herself.

The camera is next held up by Satoru - who smiles and puts a finger to his lips to symbolise silence, for some reason, like the camera would be unexpectedly loud. He turns the camera and in the backseat of a car is Shoko and you, both asleep and earphones split between you with a bright pink iPod on Shoko’s lap. Her head was resting in the crook of your neck, and you cheek rested on top of your head.

“They really have always been best friends, haven’t they?” Yuuji says. Megumi is reminded of last week, when Nobara and Yuuji fell asleep in the back of Ijichi’s car, in the exact same position.

The camera operator is back to Shoko now, who is filming the most beautiful scenery. Sakura petals are drifting through the air as throngs of people wander around what appears to be a festival. There’s food stalls and trinket stands and everyone around is in their finery.

“Suguru! Show the camera your best pose.” Shoko says, as Suguru appears on screen decked out in a black and grey kimono with his hair in a half up, half down style.

He throws a peace sign at the camera and then takes it so he can film Shoko who’s in a pretty red Yukata pattered with black and white koi. She smiles and then waves as she looks off camera.

“You’re late, Satoru. Where’s Y/N?” She says as Gojo comes on screen.

He’s wearing a dark blue and silver hakama which looks like it cost the same as a house, Suguru wolf whistles and Satoru pretends to fawn over him.

“She was having lunch with her mom, she’s probably going to be here - holy shit.” Satoru says, but cuts himself off halfway as his jaw drops open.

The camera pans messily as Suguru turns to where Satoru is looking.

You’re walking toward them, smile on your face and usually messy hair styled in a beautiful updo, make up making your skin glow in the afternoon sun. You were wearing a light pink, billowy, gauzy hanfu with tiny pale green flowers and leaves around the edges. You did truly look incredibly stunning. You had a little bag in your hand, and the camera flew back to look at Satoru who was gaping at your approaching figure. His usually pale skin flushed with a pink dusting.

His mouth moves, and it seems unconscious when he whispers to himself.

“Beautiful…”

You walk into the frame, smiling brightly and hugging Shoko and then freezing when you see Satoru, eyes widening at the strikingly handsome figure he makes, every inch a fairytale Prince. The pink on your cheek matches your outfit as you stammer out a breathy,

“Hi, Satoru.”

“Hey, Y/N.” He says, mouthing opening and closing as you look at him through fluttering lashes.

There’s a jolt as it seems Suguru holding the camera elbows his best friend and whispers in his ear, just audible to the camera.

“Bro, tell her she looks beautiful, damn it.”

“You… you look um - beautiful, Y/N.” He stammers out, and the three first years watching laugh at how their oh-so-smooth sensei was once such a mess he needed prompting to flirt from his friends.

You flush even deeper.

“Thank you, Satoru. You look really good too. The um… the blue really suits you. The restaurant I had lunch with my mom had Sakura mochi, so I - I got you some.” You say as you shove a small nicely wrapped box at him and Satoru seems to melt. Shoko appears on screen, making a circle with one hand and poking a finger through it repeatedly in a very lewd gesture that has Suguru cackling.

“Wait - they’re not even together yet. They didn’t get together until the end of their second year.” Megumi muses, smirking.

“So they’ve always been this whipped for each other.” Nobara laughs.

The DVD ends there, and Yuuji jumps up to put in the next one, labelled ‘second year’.

The video begins with you sprinting toward Shoko and her catching you in her arms.

“I missed you so much! A whole summer without you, it was torture. How was the medical camp?” You ask her, barely taking a breath between words.

“Did you not miss me, lil’ lady?” Came a smooth voice as one Geto Suguru wraps his arms around you too, and you squeal in excitement. The three standing are then abruptly tackled to the ground as a blur of white and black whizzes toward them.

“Satoru!” Came three scolding voices.

“How the fuck did you do that, you lanky - oh.” Shoko is stopped abruptly as they all stand up and the change in Satoru is clearly visible. Long gone is the beanstalk boy of their first year, all arms and legs at 16 and now at almost 18 - a broad shouldered, 6ft 3, sharper jawline and longer hair Gojo stands before them. You look like you might faint.

The video stops and then resumes looking at a very familiar blackboard, and a much younger Yaga beside it.

In front of the blackboard there’s two students in Jujutsu High uniforms - both in party hats and standing under a banners with ‘Welcome First Years!’ written in big bubble writing on it, the sounds of streamers and party poppers came through the room as the camera was set down on a desk.

Gojo comes on screen and waves his arms as if to show off the two students. One looked incredibly happy, a beaming smile full of excitement and the other looking absolutely miserable, but given how painfully 2005 emo he looked - it wasn’t surprising. Megumi smirked, seeing the blond boy on screen and knowing exactly who it was from photo albums you kept - but he waited to see when the other two would notice.

“Welcome to Yu Haibara! Please - introduce yourself!” Gojo says, pointing a bottle of cola at him like a microphone.

“Hi! I’m Yu! I’m 16 and I like rice and people!” He says, voice full of enthusiasm.

“Thank you! Next up, Gerard Way!” Satoru smiles and point the mock microphone to the other boy.

“Do I have to? This feels unnecessary.” He says, grimacing.

“Yes! You do!”

“Fine. My name is Nanami Kento -”

Megumi didn’t hear the rest of the sentence as a chorus of ‘What the fuck!?’ Echoes from the two beside him.

“Nobara, rewind that - I think I heard it wrong, I thought the emo kid said his name was Nanami, hah!” Yuuji exclaims.

“No need. You heard right.” Megumi smirks.

“No fucking way! That’s Nanamin?!” Yuuji is smiling so wide at the sight of his mentor as a moody teen.

“Yup. I remember his hair like that, he had a lip ring and a nose ring too. Geto Suguru pierced his nose with Shoko’s med kit for him when they drank too much whiskey at my mom’s 18th. There’s a picture of them doing it framed in their room at home.” Megumi scoffs a laugh, the other two in shock at the revelation.

The camera stops again and next time is looking from an upstairs window as voices whisper.

“What is she doing?” Shoko asks.

“It looks like she’s talking?” Geto asks.

“There’s a tiny spike in her cursed energy - wait, I’ll try see if there’s someone around.” He says and the clink of his sunglasses hitting the windowsill breaks the quiet.

On screen, there’s you in a pair of fluffy blue pyjamas and a winter knitted hat as you seem to be kneeling and ushering something small out of a bush. Satoru seems to have gotten distracted and the camera pans to him - who’s just staring out the window with the most dopey, lovestruck smile on his face.

“Satoru.” Suguru says, flicking his ear.

He snarls, but blushes.

“I - I can’t tell but, it kinda seems like? She is trying to talk to something.” He says, as they all crane their necks as you pull something into your arms and stand up, taking off your hat and tucking whatever you found into it and scurrying back inside.

An obnoxious ringtone of crazy frog blasts through the room and Satoru flips open his phone and answers it.

Since it’s you, he puts it on speaker.

“Hey, Satoru - are you still at the store? I - kinda need something, urgently.” Your voice asks.

“Eh - yeah, I’m at the store. What do you need?” He says, trying to hush the two sniggering traitors beside him who are fully aware that he came back from the store an hour ago and is sitting in Suguru’s dorm with them.

“I - um, I need kitten milk.” Your voice says, just as the camera cuts off.

The next few videos are just videos on videos on you and a tiny, tiny kitten, feeding it from a small bottle and it sleeping on your chest, or Satoru playing with it and a ball of wool in hysterical laughter. One video is taken by Shoko with Suguru in the frame playing with the kitten who is trying to catch his bangs and on the sofa, is you sitting on Satoru’s lap, as he looks at you adoringly and you giggle and place a kiss on his lips. Given that it’s about 3/4 of the way through your second year, it means you’re freshly together after torturing your friends with mutual pining.

Megumi looks closer at the kitten, and the tabby is very recognisable to him - given that to this day, the hairs of that kitten, now 13 years old and still thriving due to your unwavering spoiling, still decorate any black fabric in your home.

“Is that baby grumpy George?!” Nobara asks, hitting the nail on the head.

The video fades again, and then the screen is illuminated by a makeshift stage in the school sports hall. Another large banner is on the wall, with ‘Talent Show’ written in large writing, Megumi now noticed the big bubble writing was the same as had been on every ‘happy birthday’ banner he’d had every year.

The announcer, he recognises as a smiling principal Yaga - even though this is surely not a school organised or endorsed event, but probably the work of the couple he now calls his parents.

“Welcome to Jujutsu Talent Show! The rules of tonight are as follows a) no cursed techniques or cursed energy and absolutely no sabotaging! Panda! Do you want to say who’s going first?” Yaga announced as he lifts up a baby panda and the voice of the baby says “Nanami and Yu!”.

Yu skips on stage, decked out in a cape patterned with stars and a large top hat, followed by a very sullen Nanami Kento, adorned with a nose and lip ring now.

“Ladies, gentlemen, cursed corpses! My name is Yu the Magic Man and this is my assistant, the Fantastical Nanamin! Does anyone here like rabbits?” He announced, and takes off his hat, revealing a stuffed rabbit on his head - commencing the world’s worst magic show. The highlight was definitely Yu asking Nanami to pull the scarf from his sleeve and after pulling and pulling and pulling, a very frustrated Kento growls ‘Fucking hell, Yu - how long is this thing?’ Completely breaking what little mysticism surrounded the performance. Geto didn’t help, when he muttered ‘that’s what she said’ after Nanami’s complaint, setting the second years off.

After a bow to his rapt audience, and lots of cheering and supportive clapping from you all - the first years leave and Yaga announces the next performance.

A loud bang echoes through the room,

“Holy shit!” Your voice, the 28 year old you, carries through the room as three heads spin around to see their sensei’s back, arms supporting the thighs around his waist, belonging to his wife who’s lipstick is smudged across her cheek and her husband’s face. The white haired man’s white shirt was partially unbuttoned and your sweater had fallen completely off you shoulder - combined with the position you entered the room and the ruined cosmetics it was quite clear why the teachers had stumbled into this forgotten room of jujutsu tech.

“Get a fucking room.” Megumi grumbles.

“We were! But you’re here! And just for that I’m gonna tell you that the sofa you’re sitting on was where Akio was conceived.” Gojo retorts, trying to fix himself as all the kids groan.

“Both of you, hush. ‘Toru - look at the screen.” You were transfixed on the paused screen.

“Wait! Is that - that’s our talent show! From second year! Where did you guys find this?” Satoru says, leaping over the back of the sofa and plopping down but not before turning around and picking you up by the waist and sitting you in his lap.

“I thought all the DVD’s were lost! Koko couldn’t find them after we graduated!” You say, as you keep staring at the screen.

“We were clearing out the storage room, like Ijichi asked and we found a funky box with DVD’s in it.” Yuuji says.

“Oh my god! Press play!” You say, clapping.

“Look at angry Nanamin!” Gojo says, smiling.

“Next up is Y/N and Shoko!” Screen Yaga announces.

You and Shoko are dressed in the most colourful outfits ever, you’re beaming and Shoko looks exhausted. Large headbands, crimped hair, tutu skirts, leggings, neon leg warmers and beads were the costume of choice as Geto stood on one side of the stage.

“Welcome to - Y/N and Shoko’s dance bonanza!” You both say, and Geto presses play so that Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun plays to match the 80s Cyndi Lauper style outfits. Having danced ballet as a little girl, and being a big fan of Just Dance and Dance Dance Revolution - you decided that you and Shoko would do this for the show, exhausted and unenthusiastic - but endlessly loyal to her best friend and determined to not let Gojo win the show. You guys danced a perfectly in sync routine with 28 year old you shouting ‘Oh my god, I still remember the routine!’ Halfway through. Yuuji was hopping along on the sofa beside Megumi.

Before Shoko could collapse into a heap as the song finished, she was thrown over Suguru’s shoulder and hauled off stage with Gojo doing the same for you.

After a brief intermission, Geto and Gojo were welcomed on stage in matching black tuxedo’s, off camera your voice could be heard saying ‘ugh, I’m gonna climb that man like a tree later, suits are the best.’

“Ladies, gents - tonight welcome to The GS squared stand up comedy show, enjoy your night and Geto’s number is available after the show.” Gojo drawls into the mic.

Megumi didn’t expect the routine to be as funny as it was, everyone especially enjoyed the part where they did impressions of different Jujutsu Elders, including Naobito Zen’in and Principal Gakuganji - which were unnervingly accurate but highly offensive to them, especially when Gojo got on his knees to imitate how short the elder Kyoto principal was and Geto kept playing Looney Tunes on the projector to show Naobito’s ‘cursed technique’.

When the audience were thoroughly hysterically laughing, with the audience being Yaga, MeiMei, Panda, Y/N, Shoko, Yu, Kento and Utahime who was visiting Shoko for the weekend, the boys bowed, winked and walked off stage and the camera caught Gojo bending down to whisper something in his ear which had you looking at the sky and blushing - still getting used to openly loving each other.

The voting wasn’t recorded, but the winners announcement was and it was shown to be Yu and Nanami - who everyone, except for themselves had voted for.

“Oh my god, these are priceless! I can’t believe I got even funnier with age, and look at your cute little outfit, princess!” Satoru coos.

“There’s a whole box of them, we’ve only watched 2!” Yuuji says, bouncing and handing the box to you and Satoru.

“No way, it’s the whole box! I remember decorating it with Koko! Hold on, I’m gonna ring her to come here.” You say as you take out your phone, smiling at the lockscreen of Satoru, Megumi and your 6 month old son and pulling up Shoko’s contact to ring her to ‘get her ass down here for a surprise’.

“Oh, ‘toru! I bet our DVD of our trip together to Fiji in the summer of third year, Shoko lent us her came for it!” You say, wrapping your arms around him and settling in while Yuuji loads the next DVD.

“Classes are cancelled, I’ve decided it’s home movie day - do we have any popcorn?” Satoru says, smiling at how fondly Megumi is looking at the screen, a still pause screen of himself and you smiling in the training yard together - still looking as lovingly at each other 13 years later. Yuuji has his arm wrapped and Megumi’s shoulders and is leaning into him, as the dark haired boy rubs circles on his boyfriend’s knee - Nobara has her legs stretched across the laps of both boys as the newest video begins.

The door swings open, Shoko entering -

“No fucking way! You found them! Kids, move up - let Aunty Koko sit.” She says, plopping herself between the arm and her two best friends, her nephew and their bonus kids.

She’s glad she bought that camera.

[ellielatinagf]

Lacrosse Ellie!!!

Summary: your best friend Dina invited you to a lacrosse game her boyfriend was in. Then you see someone who catches your eye.

Warnings: some mild profanity, I think that’s all

Part 2 | Part 3 | part 4

“Cmon Loser!!” Your best friend, Dina, giggled.

“I told Avery we’d both be there!” Dina said “And besides what else do you have to do other than watch tik tok?” You couldn’t bails on Avery. She’s been your friend since middle school. You loved Dina to death of course, but sometimes Dina was such a good friend she pushed you out of your comfort zone. She meant well.

“Fine…I don’t even know anything about rugby or whatever it is..” you hugged as Dina was picking out a cute outfit from your closet

“Lacrosse” Dina corrected “ and don’t worry about it, just cheer when everyone else does. That’s what I do” she joked causing you two to giggle. After getting ready you and dina walked to your high school football field. There was a huge amount of people which surprised you at how many people actually like the sport.

You and Dina sat in the bottom of the bleachers towards the middle for the best view of the game. Finally, someone on the PA system started to announce the players as players started to flood into the field.

“Ladies and gentleman please welcome the Santa Monica Wolves and the home of the Jackson Mustangs!” The man boomed. Everyone was cheering including yourself.

“GO AVERY!” Dina yelled and you laughed. Avery looked over and waved at you both in the stands and smiled. The whistle blew and in a flash the players started running and all you saw was the flash of the ball

“Wait Dina, what side is ours?!” You yelled over the loud roar of the crowd. Dina laughed at your confusion of the game.

“The right side. Our team is wearing blue and yellow” Dina said. You made an interesting face at the fact. Blue and yellow? Interesting choice. You watched the game, now starting to understand the rules. It seemed simple enough but you knew it must be more difficult to physically do. You watched players throw the ball with precision and speed. You started to think about how you would do on that field. Horrible? Probably. But worth a shot. Then your thoughts got interrupted.

*crash*

You looked in front of you last the railing used the seal off the crowd and field. In front of you was a player from your school under a player in grey uniform. The girl in grey got up and spat on the girl in your school uniform

“Watch it..pal” the girl shouted. She sneered and walked away

Damn she’s buff you thought. You saw her grip her lacrosse stick and wipe the small trail of blood off her nose.

You looked back at the other girl. The first thing you noticed was her auburn hair. It was short, maybe shoulder length. It was in a half up half down style. Then your eyes averted to her build. She wasn’t super buff like the other girl, But she had some muscle. You saw her get up. She was taller than you. You look at her face. Finally. Her face was sprinkled with freckles. Her pink lips were the shade of a cherry blossom. Those eyes. God…those green eyes. They looked like two shining emeralds. Her expression was angry, no, more than angry. She wiped her face. The sweat that made her baby hairs stick to her face were scattered around her hairline.

“Ellie?! Are you okay?!” Dina yelled at the girl. Ellie. A name for that gorgeous face. On second thought, the face was a bit damaged. Blood was gushing out her nose and trickling down her mouth. You looked at the back of her jersey. Williams. Ellie Williams. Hm..what about Y/n Williams? You shook your head at the thought.

“M’good” the green eyed beauty shouted back. She looked back at you. The eye contact was enough to make you faint. You felt your cheeks get warm. She gave you a smirk. A goofy, bloody smirk.

She ran back to the field. Unfortunately she got substituted for another player, but that didn’t stop your eyes from being glued to her.

“Dina…how do you know that girl?” You asked

“Els? She’s in my art class” Dina replied. Art? You love Dina but art isn’t really her style. She attempted to draw you in 8th grade and you wounded up looking like if peppa pig had a long lost sister who was secretly a crocodile.

“You take art?” You asked in a teasing manner

“Shut up I need the credits” Dina said playfully shoving your arm. “That’s where Ellie comes in”

“Okay Picasso” you chuckled and Dina gives you a sly smirk. The rest of the game your eyes are fixated on Ellie. Thinking about her. Her voice. How her lips feel. Her touch. You caught yourself and shook yourself back to reality. Just in time too as you saw the people in the bleachers start to walk off.

You and Dina wait outside the locker room for Avery. You and Dina talking about how to correctly spell gray. The door opens and it wasn’t Avery who walked out.

It was Ellie

“Hey Els!” Dina smiles and inspects Ellie’s nose and bruise

“Hey Din” Ellie replied. Her voice. God it was so raspy. The way she talks so non-chalantly almost made you obsess with her even more. You smiled at Ellie.

“Hey You” she smiled. Your heart did a backflip and summersault at the same time.

“Hey…bud” You cringed. Even Dina have you a sideways look.

Wtf? What did I just say…? WHY?!

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Um hi. I’m so dumb I’m sorry” you said starting to laugh out of nervousness.

Ellie chuckled and looked into your eyes again. Your breath hitched as she gave you a warm smile. You felt so…enamored by her you forgot everything. You forgot where you were. Hell you even forgot Dina was there. Who in fact was enjoying the show of watching you stutter over your words.

“You enjoy the show?” Ellie asked you softly.

“Me? Oh yeah it was cool. I mean until you got hurt but it was a good game” you said.

Nice one. Look at me, the rizz master.

“We lost princess” ellie chuckled

Oh

“I-I mean…we put up a good fight!” You stuttered. Ellie laughed and Dina was trying to hide her smile.

“I’ll catch you later babe” Ellie said walking away smiling and laughing. BABE?! That did it for you. Your face was so red you were gonna faint and have a stroke.

“Ooooh…Ellie Williams huh?” Dina asked smirking after Ellie left.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You asked knowing exactly what the brunette was talking about

“As your best friend, I approve of Williams” she giggled. Your face somehow got even more red.

“Dina…do you have Ellie’s insta…by chance?” You asked. For some reason, you needed that gorgeous woman

Okay it’s off to a rough start but bear with me😭 I might make a part two where reader makes an excuse to study with Ellie and learns more about her. Thanks for reading! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Credits for artwork: Izabesos TwT on Pinterest

[moonswolfie]

Princess of the commoner cafe

Oikawa, Miya twins, Ushijima, Hinata, Akaashi x fem!reader

ohshc AU!!

I've been watching a bit of ouran high school host club lately (still havent gotten very far but i am HOOKEDDDDDD) and i'm sure others have written something like this before but i wanted to throw my own hat in the ring and write this delulu ass scenario

also i apologise PROFUSELY if anyone is ooc it has been a WHILE since my last haikyuu rewatch

(btw i am working on your request anon dont you worry ;) )

Somehow, you managed to get into the prestigious Ouran Academy based on your academic success alone. Your parents were overjoyed to send you off, even if you felt embarrased about not even being able to afford the official school uniform. You stuck out like a sore thumb on your first day, that's for sure.

At first, you thought you wouldn't fit in with anyone here. Your hypothesis was mostly correct. Everyone in your class is always talking about their latest designer bag or bragging about their new lambo or bugatti. Needless to say, it's like they're speaking in a foreign language.

They quickly lost interest in you after you couldn't list your top ten designer brands (with reasons as to why you chose those specific ones!!!). Yeah, friends are kind of out of the picture.

So when your curiosity got the better of you one day and you visited the host club all the girls in your class keep squealing about you didn't expect things to develop like this.

"Are you gonna visit today too? Are you?!" Hinata, the boy from the other class attached himself to your arm and looked at you with sparkling eyes. "Of course I am." you smiled at him, a little giddy about returning to the club once more.

"We have a special theme today, just for you..." he told you that while wearing a mischevious grin but refused to elaborate. The boys at the club always go through great lengths to get you curious and draw you back into the club. Not just Hinata, all of them.

Let's just say you've become quite the sensation among the hosts of the Ouran High school host club. You aren't exactly sure how you managed to get yourself in this situation, but you aren't really complaining, either. You'd definitely take being adored by the 6 hotties of the school over being ignored by everyone for all your 3 years of high school.

All you did was visit the club a few times out of curiosity, far too afraid to actually openly interact with the hosts considering the crowd of girls always gathered around them. Not to mention you'd definitely get gawked at for your clothes, mannerisms and conversation topics (and not in a good way).

Akaashi was the first to take notice of you, and somehow that evolved into every other host becoming interested, too.

Anyways, Hinata seemed very satisfied with your promise to come visit once again and ran off, shouting that you have to promise to come visit him first.

Well, there's nothing to it but to do it, you suppose.

.

"Welcome, dear guests, to the host club!" all the guys greeted you and a group of other girls who also came as soon as they possibly could. They were practically pushing eachother in front of the door. Not that you can blame them.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you felt like you were standing at the local cafe located just around the corner from your house. It felt warm and homey. So this is what they went for this time. A strange choice, considering their usually extravagant themes.

"Heya, gir-" Atsumu's smug voice greeted you from behind and you turned around to see that he was about to envelop you in his arms. "Hey, ya lost the bet. I get her first." Osamu pulled Atsumu back by his barista apron before he could actually touch you. Atsumu grumbled something you couldn't quite hear, which you presume was some not so nice words directed towards his brother.

"Actually, I made a promise to Hinata that he'd be the first one I visit." you smiled at the twins apologetically. Neither of them seemed too pleased about the prospect of that, though. "Why? Ya like him more than us?" Atsumu placed his hands on his hips, glaring at you.

"Hahaha, a promise is a promise. I'll be back for you two right after, don't worry." you waved the twins off, winking. That seemed to soften their expressions a bit. But maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, looking back on it. They're definitely going to fight over which one of them you winked at later.

Hinata greeted you enthusiastically, looking overjoyed at seeing you. His cheeks blushed a nice pink color when he smiled at you. "Wait here, wait here." he held out an antique looking chair for you and you sat down behind one of the tables. Then he ran off somewhere.

You're always impressed by how lavishly they decorate their club. I guess being rich can really do wonders for club decor.

"Are you enjoying today's theme? I made sure to pick out some fitting decorations." Akaashi suddenly appeared behind you. You could have sworn you didn't hear his footsteps. Maybe you were just too absorbed in observing the theme, though. Haha, even all the hosts are dressed like baristas.

"Yeah..." you looked into Akaashi's eyes, admiring their color. You've always found him to have a calming presence, even if he can be mischevious at times. That just adds on to his personality, doesn't it? You think it's quite a shame that he isn't as popular as a certain someone in the club.

"It seems to me you're enjoying something other than the theme." you got snapped out of your thoughts by Akaashi's voice. Oops, you must have been staring at him again. You turned away, making a quick apology. You felt a little giddy all of a sudden.

"Oh, but when did I ever say I dislike the attention?" Akaashi gently grabbed your chin, turning your face back to him. Somehow, he seems more affectionate towards you than he does to the other girls who request him. Atleast you've never seen him grab other girls' chins. You were sure you probably looked awestruck in this moment.

"Hey! Stop hogging her to yourself!" Hinata was running back to the two of you, holding a fancy cup of (presumably) coffee. On his way to stop Akaashi from wooing you, he didn't notice a wire below his feet and he tripped over it.

...Which happened to spill hot coffee all over your shirt and shattered the cup to pieces. "Ugh... I'm okay, don't- AAAAH!" Hinata yelled upon seeing your shirt.

"I'll go get new clothes!" Akaashi seemed tense, quickly turning on his heels and running off.

Luckily, the coffee was cool enough to not give you burns. You aren't even worried about the shirt that much either, you've been on the fence about donating it anyways.

"Aaah, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry." Hinata seemed almost dramatically apologetic, bowing down before you in apology over and over.

"What is going on over here?" you heard a smug voice that could belong to one person and one person only. The leader and self proclaimed king of the club, Oikawa, was now approaching the two of you. And he didn't seem very happy, mind you.

"Ah, Oikawa! It's, umm..." Hinata nervously whipped his head around to meet Oikawa's charming chocolate eyes.

"Hinata accidentally spilled coffee on me." Hinata looked at you sadly, like you just betrayed him. You gasped, realising you weren't supposed to reveal that unless you wanted Hinata to feel Oikawa's wrath. Normally he would just scold Hinata for his clumsiness, but when it comes to you specifically, he gets protective. Somehow, he even looks like a supermodel while wearing a barista uniform.

"He... Oh, that won't do. You should spend less time with clumsy good-for-nothings and spend more time with..." he tilted your chin towards him "...Me."

As much as you think Oikawa is an obnoxious jerk, he always manages to charm your negative feelings away when he does something like that. Gets you feeling all giddy like the main character of a badly written shojo anime.

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, bro." you kept your face as cold as you possibly could in that situation. It seemed to you like the word "bro" was a direct stab to his heart, but he quickly recovered, putting on his best flirty face. "I will help you clean yourself up, my princess. We simply must get you out of that dreadful shirt." Oikawa shot poor Hinata a glare. You're definitely buying him "that one good commoner chocolate" (as Hinata likes to call it) later.

"Uh, Akaashi's already-"

"Now now now, what's goin' on here?" things are about to get a lot more complicated, you reckon. Because now the twins have showed up.

"We heard precious china shatterin' and wanted to see what caused it." Osamu added. A few girls were blushing a few meters behind the twins, probably too nervous to approach the two right now.

"Ya said you'd come visit us right after! And now yer here with this a-" Atsumu immediately stopped complaining when he saw your shirt. Both the twins shot poor poor Hinata a glare. (One "poor" for each twin.)

"See, I told ya I was a better fit for ya. I'd never spill coffee on ya." Osamu crossed his arms.

"What do ya mean "the better fit for ya"? Clearly, I'm the better one 'round here. And say the wink was meant for me while we're at it, won't ya?!" Atsumu's anger was now directed back at Osamu. (Akaashi would joke that it's back to where it's supposed to be.)

"I was kinda winking at-"

"Oh, please. Don't joke around with me. We all know I'm the best fit for her." Oikawa posed dramatically, which looked funny because of his not very prince-like outfit.

This always ends up happening. At this point you've given up on stopping it. The twins start bickering with Oikawa while girls on both sides squeal for them to calm down, tearfully inviting the boys back into their embraces.

You look behind you, where Ushijima is staring at you knowingly. You give him a relieved smile, knowing what's about to come. Whenever the other guys get into duels over who gets to recieve your attention, Ushijima is always there to pull you out of the situation.

The duels get so heated that you get to spend a few minutes alone with him before the others even notice you're gone. And so you follow the routine of letting him whisk you away to a lonely corner of the club room.

"Do you know why the theme is a commoner cafe?" he asks after a few moments of silence. He's looking at you with complete seriousness, but you don't miss the hint of a smile on his face. Enchanted by such a sight, you shake your head no dreamily.

"It was to impress you. Akaashi thought of the idea." Your eyes widened. Now you just feel giddy that Akaashi actually remembered that one time you told him you used to visit a cozy cafe close to your house with your parents growing up. It was all the way back when he first acknowledged your existence and decided to sit around with you for a few minutes, sipping tea from a cup that probably costs more than your phone.

"Oh... I like it. I really do." you smiled up at Ushijima. You could swear a bit of blush appeared on his cheeks. He silently put an arm around you, pulling you close to him. You like when he does that.

When all of the hosts are swooning over you like this while wearing barista uniforms, you feel like the princess of a commoner cafe.

[ineedhaikyu]

Inspirational Drabble

Summary: The match between Inarizaki and Karasuno is about to start! The crowd was buzzing with excitement, ready to cheer their hearts out for their favorite team. As everyone prepared themselves, one person couldn't help but torment himself. Luckily, Asahi didn't have to drown in his self-deprecating thoughts as someone became a lifeline.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Spoilers from the manga, especially chapters 248 and 249! A lot of fluff. Inspired by the picture above!

Asahi tried his best to breathe as normal as he could. He had to stay calm, not just for his sake but for his team’s sake. All of their hard work paved their way all the way to Nationals.

Out of habit, Asahi traced the kanji of person (人) on his palm before swallowing it. It might look like a silly routine but it helped. Though for some reason, he wasn't as nervous as he usually was. They're playing against Inarizaki, one of the top favorites to win this whole thing.

Yet, here he was hoping to catch another glimpse of his opponents before the match officially started. Specifically, the girl that brought a storm of warm emotions inside his stomach. (L/N) (Y/N), Inarizaki's manager, the girl he met just yesterday but already made her way into his fast beating heart.

The eagerness to see her again began this morning when he woke up in the very shirt she gifted him. It wasn't just the fabric that kept him warm but the feelings he had for (Y/N) as well. It almost seemed to good to be true but once he replayed the conversations and read their texts from yesterday, Asahi could honestly believe that (Y/N) wasn't just his dream girl... She's the girl he wanted to be with.

But would she go for someone like him?

He hoped so and if not... Well, a guy could dream, right?

"On a different topic entirely," Suga began as everyone finished changing into their alternate uniforms. "I saw a girl carrying an Atsumu fan earlier. Is he an idol now?!"

"Actually, he pretty much is for high school volleyball. The Inarizaki team garners a different kind of popularity than Itachiyama." Coach Ukai explained. "They have a solid core of talent and a wide array of spectacular, crowd-pleaser plays. That makes them the ultimate contenders."

"We do see them getting interviewed on TV a lot too." Suga pointed out.

Asahi confirmed with a nod. "(Y/N) mentioned yesterday how they're always being interviewed by multiple reporters and journalists."

"Oh?" Suga smirked up at him. "Was this on your date yesterday?"

"N-No. We were just talking." He defended though he couldn't do anything to hide the stutter in his voice. "She even told me she once got interviewed."

"Woah, really? That's cool! I guess that's the advantage that comes with being a part of a high class powerhouse school. I mean, have you seen their cheering section? It's huge."

"And that means no one here... Not a single person in this whole crowd, thinks we have a chance."

To his and Suga's surprise, it was Daichi who voiced this sad fact. Asahi wondered if he was in an alternate dimension. Ever since last night, his friend has been wound up.

"Gah! Daichi, what's gotten into you?!" Suga shouted. "Pull it together, man!"

Asahi was just about to say something similar when he saw Daichi lips turn into a smile. His eyes gleamed with determination as he said, "Now I'm fired up!"

The two third-years sighed in relief, knowing they had nothing to worry about as their captain was back to normal.

"It's about time you snapped back to yourself, Daichi." Suga commented.

Asahi nodded in agreement. "Yeah. You've been awfully quiet since last night. Meek, even."

"H-Hey! I-I was focusing."

~

The moment Daichi opened the doors to the main arena everyone was blown away at the sheer intensity the crowd produced. The lights of the gym shined like mini suns above his head. The gleam of the laminated floor looked untouched, almost spotless. It was enticing, begging to be played on.

Then there was the crowd. Asahi can easily see their supporters standing behind their signature black banner, sporting their signature orange colors. It was a welcoming sight.

The warm reassuring feeling quickly left his body when he looked at Inarizaki's section. They had triple the amount of fans Karasuno had, not to mention they even had cheerleaders and a marching band. It almost made Shiratorizawa cheer section tiny in comparison.

Asahi clenched his fist tightly and took another deep breath to calm down his nerves. Though the Inarizaki's marching band wasn't helping his case at all.

Suddenly, the crowd cheered loudly and Asahi took this as a sign that their opponents have made their appearance. Which means-

(Y/N) walked next to Inarizaki's coach, looking unbothered by the amount of fans cheering for her team. The smile on her face was enough to calm his nerves from her intimidating teammates. Even from the other side of the court, his eyes met with her (E/C) ones. The connection was instant as they smiled at one another.

"Aran!!"

"Atsumu!!"

"Osamu!!"

"Okay." DU-DUM! "Let's go." Daichi's voice could barely be heard over the marching band's drums.

So he tried again. "I said, let's-" WAAAA!!

This time it was the cheerleaders' collective cheering.

Asahi watched as Daichi grew frustrated with the crowd's interference. So much so that the captain yelled from the top of his lungs, "LET'S!! GO!!"

"Yeah!!"

~

Official Warm-Ups

(Y/N) felt her heart lurch against her chest when she saw Asahi again. She felt a bit silly with how happy Karasuno's ace makes her, especially when they spoke to each other just a few minutes ago.

She shook those thoughts from her head. Now was not the time to daydream about Asahi.

'Focus! Your team needs you!' Thought her brain. 'Don’t get distracted!'

'But Asahi's so cute. He’s such a gentle giant.' Her heart argued. 'Omg, his biceps look amazing! Just imagine having those strong arms wrapped around you and having him lean down to kiss-'

'STOP! Now is NOT the time to think about that! At least, wait till AFTER the match is over.' Her brain tried to reason.

'Fine…' Her heart relented to her brain’s demand but it only took one more glance before crumbling once again. 'Those broad shoulders though… Asahi is literally hot guy status.'

“(Y/N)!”

“Yes, Coach?”

“It’s the twins' turn to warm-up and you know how superstitious they are. You know what to do, right?"

"Yes, sir."

She caught the ball with ease and made her way to where Atsumu and Osamu were waiting for her.

Ever since the Miya twins joined the club, they began a silly little routine of her tossing the ball for Atsumu to set to his brother. The first time was during the twins' first appearance playing for Inarizaki. Usually, the coach or assistant coach would do the tosses during warm-ups, but at the time they were occupied which led her to do the toss for them. Atsumu was perfect with his set and Osamu effortlessly spiked the ball. From then on, they demanded, Atsumu more than Osamu, for her to toss for them in future warm-ups, claiming she had the lucky touch.

(Y/N) smiled to herself at the memory. She didn't believe in luck but she went along with it. For two years, she tossed them the ball in each official warm-up and now that this was her last year with them... Well, they weren't going to change tradition now.

"You guys ready?" She asked them, tossing the volleyball up and down.

"Heck yeah!" Atsumu answered excitedly. He held up his hand for her to high-five. "No way are we going to lose."

(Y/N) laughed as her hand connected with his. She turned her attention on Osamu, the small pout on his lips was enough to know what was on his mind.

"The faster we win the match, the quicker we can go out to eat. I'll even treat you to dessert. How does that sound, 'Samu?"

With the promise of food, the twin straightened up and high-fived her. His eyes sparkled with joy. "Let's show these guys what Nationals is all about."

With both twins looking eager to start, (Y/N) stepped back and stood next to the net as the twins also went to their positions. Without meaning to, she looked over at Karasuno's players and internally smirked when all eyes were waiting to see the twins in action.

After counting to three, (Y/N) tossed the ball in a beautiful arch as it made its way to Atsumu's waiting hands. Not surprisingly, the ball was set perfectly for Osamu to spike strongly.

"Nice kill!" She told them, her chest swelling with pride.

"One more!" Osamu called out.

(Y/N) raised a brow and was about to ask why when she saw both twins sharing a look.

"Alright, last one!"

Tossing the ball one more time, (Y/N) watched as the twins jumped in unison and her smile grew when she witnessed Osamu displaying his setting skills for Atsumu to spike.

"Ha! Ha! Super body and soul switch time delayed spike!"

'If only they could find a better name for that move...'

Despite the move they just did wasn't a delayed spike, it still made the crowd go crazy, screaming several compliments.

After the twins waved to their fans, they made their way to her.

"How was that, (Y/N)-senpai?! It looked cool, didn't it?!" Atsumu bombarded, looking for her praise more than anything (as if the crowd's praises weren't enough for him).

"Amazing as always, Miyas!" She complimented them as she clapped both of their shoulders before making them lean down to her level. "What's your reason for doing that move?"

Atsumu looked smug while Osamu answered her. "We have to prove the other team what we're all about."

"Uh-huh..." (Y/N) raised a brow looking unconvinced with his answer. "Now give me the real reason."

The twins looked at each other and (Y/N) wondered if twin telepathy was real because a few seconds later Atsumu sighed before replying, "To intimidate that crush of yours. He kept starin' at you when you weren't lookin'. It's creepy."

Osamu lifted his head for a second before crouching back down. "He's still starin'."

"Oh my god, you guys. I appreciate you caring for me but focus on what's important, okay? Right now, in your eyes, Asahi is your opponent so just view him as that and nothing more."

And with that, (Y/N) gave the twins another pat on their shoulders before making her way to the bench. Unbeknownst to her, the twins didn't take her advice to heart. Instead, they focused on something else.

"Did ya notice how she's on a first name basis with that guy, 'Tsumu?"

The twin nodded as he placed his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowing on Karasuno's #3 from across the net. "They literally met yesterday, 'Samu! How did that samurai guy make an impression on our manager?!"

Osamu shrugged his shoulders because the answer was a mystery to him as well. "You're just jealous that (Y/N) likes him."

Atsumu whipped his head to glare at his brother. "AM NOT!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

Osamu sighed, not wanting to continue this argument. "Whatever. We still have to beat them."

"Without question. If he can't beat us then he has no right to even talk to (Y/N)-senpai." Atsumu declared.

"Agreed."

The twins took one more look at Karasuno's ace, making a mental note to pay special attention on the guy… and crush him.

~

National Spring Volleyball Tournament, Round 2

Hyogo Prefecture Rep: Inarizaki High School (3rd Appearance Straight, 31 Appearances Overall)

Versus

Miyagi Prefecture Rep: Karasuno High School (1st Appearance in 5 Years, 9th Appearance Overall)

~

It was time. Both teams stood on either side of the court, every member held a sense of seriousness as they tried to make themselves as imposing as possible.

At the sound of the referee's whistle, every emotion seemed to jump to another level. Asahi's hands fidgeted anxiously. Call it paranoia but he felt like he was wearing a large target. It looked like everyone wearing a black Inarizaki uniform were glaring daggers at him. He hoped it was just his imagination.

Then there was (Y/N) by the sidelines. Even from afar, he could see the excitement in her eyes. She looked so angelic with that smile of hers. He felt a wave of relief when he recalled how much support she gave him the day before.

"I’m not saying you should just get over yourself because we all have experienced some level of negative emotion in our lives, right? And it’s not as easy as turning a page in a book. Trust me I know. So believe me when I say this, it’s okay to express those feelings. Maybe one day, you’ll find solace in someone."

Asahi felt his spirits lifted when he thought about (Y/N)'s words. Solace... She didn't know it but that was what she became to him. Her words gave her comfort and alleviated all the strangling roots of anxiety that surrounded him. He smiled to himself at the memory. It was enough to fall for her all over again.

After mentally counting to three, both members of the Karasuno and Inarizaki team bowed down to each other and yelled, "Here's to a good game!"

Asahi's feet moved automatically to where the coaches were standing. His heart was still beating like crazy. His nerves were still going crazy because in a few seconds they were about to play a high caliber team that were the people's favorite to win this whole thing.

That's when Takeda-sensei came to the rescue and provided the much needed words of wisdom. Asahi listened as his head coach spoke, "You know... Two months ago, during the qualifier finals, no one thought we could beat Shiratorizawa either." A bright smile accompanied as he continued, "What say we surprise everyone again!"

"YEAH!!" They shouted in unison with Hinata and Nishinoya jumping with joy.

It was time for the announcer's to present to the crowd the starting lineup. Asahi took a deep breath as he waited for his name to be announced. Not wanting to look any more nervous that he actually is (and to hide away his fidgety hands), Asahi crossed his arms and tried to look brave.

Physically, he looked intimidating. Mentally... Well, it went something like this:

'Daichi's right. Nobody's paying any attention to us. I don't have to be nervous. Nope. Nuh-uh. I'm not nervous at all. Nobody's looking at me. That means I effectively don't even exist!'

With a furrowed brow, Asahi quickly shook his head at the thought.

'Wait, no. Now that I think about it, that was going too far. Heck, it was pretty sad!'

And of course his friends noticed how quiet he became.

"Asahi. Get over here." Daichi called, his voice full of authority and masking the slight anxiety he had. He didn't need his ace player to go down the rabbit hole before the match even started.

Suga couldn't help but laugh as he said, "I don't have to be a mind reader to know there's something laughable on your mind right now."

Daichi narrowed his eyes at Asahi. "Whatever you're thinking, stop it! That's an order!"

It was scary how frightening Daichi can get.

"I-I wasn't thinking a-anything bad." He defended through stutters. "At least... Not anymore."

Before Daichi could reprimand his ace, Suga cuts in with a slap on his shoulder and said, "Hey, don't make it obvious but (Y/N)-san has her eyes on you."

All the thoughts from a moment ago disappeared instantly at the idea of his crush paying attention to him. It gave him a new sense of motivation to play the best that he could. Volleyball was something he was good at, like really good, and (Y/N) took notice of his skills from yesterday's match. If he could impress her even more then maybe... He has a chance.

"Let's win this match and then win some more!" Asahi declared as he made his way to his assigned position. His aura was slowly but surely glowing with confidence.

Daichi and Suga sighed in relief as their ace finally looked mentally ready to play.

"Tell me the truth, Suga, was (Y/N)-san actually looking at Asahi when he wasn't looking?" Daichi asked his vice-captain.

Suga grinned. "Come on, Daichi. Just like I don't have to be a mind reader with Asahi, I don't need to be a psychic with (Y/N)-san. Those two are perfect for each other. Just you wait, a confession is going to happen in the future. Mark my words."

Daichi could only sigh at his friend's words but he didn't say anything against Suga's prediction. Even he could see the effects the pretty Inarizaki manager has on his gentle giant of an ace. He wouldn't be surprised if they kept in touch after all of this is over.

~

Little did anyone know, this wasn't going to be the last day for Inarizaki's manager to be a part of their lives, especially in Asahi's.

~

Next: Chapter Four

[velvetcloxds]

A MAN IN UNIFORM | J.H.

pairing: brother's best friend!jim hopper x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: age gap (reader in her late 20s)

summary: your brother's best friend has always been hot, but him stepping in when you got an unfair ticket strutting around in his sheriff uniform has you feeling some type of way

Now, had Hopper walked out of his office to find anyone else making a scene in the middle of the police station, shouting at the top of their lungs, catching every eye in the room, throwing things at one of his best officers- he’d have thrown them right out the door. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was you, his best friend’s little sister and heaven knows he at least had to give you a chance before doing exactly that. He folded his arms and leaned against the open door of his office as he shook his head to stop his deputy from getting your attention.

He'd been thinking about you a lot lately, picked up the phone and slammed it down again, dialed your number, and then shoved the phone away, imagining your voice on the other end- would you be excited to hear from him, surprised maybe? He saw you properly at Christmas and Thanksgiving every year and sometimes easter, ran into you around town, and flirted a little in the movie store but not nearly as often as when you were teenagers hopping between diners and bars in high school.

“Listen here, bucko,” you pointed a bright red-nailed finger at the officer who was smirking far too smugly in your opinion, all things considered. “Do you have any idea how close I am to kicking you right off that chair?” he didn’t think you were serious, Hopper knew you were, so when you took a step forward, he did too.

“Lady, I don’t know what to tell you, it’s just a ticket.”

“Just a ticket,” you shrieked, it was a familiar sound, one much like the one you’d give him when he’d thrown you in the pool on summer break or cut you off from the jello shots back in university, it didn’t mean anything good was to come. “If my brother finds out I was given a ticket in his car by some dipshit who just got his badge, he’ll have my head- no matter the reason for said ticket being that the asshat in question had his little ego bruised when I didn’t want to go out with him and decided to get back at me,” Hopper moved at that, a gentle hand on the small of your back, a dangerous look aimed at the officer in front of you as he mumbled your last name just loud enough to let you know it’s him.

“Hopper,” the officer tutted, seemingly under the impression that he was about to be backed and not the other way around, smugness only growing as he stood up to hand over the ticket that you’d thrown at him earlier. “I tried to talk her down,” he scoffed, you fumed, the audacity. “You know how these girls are, can’t take no for an answer.”

“You little shit.”

“Language,” Hopper reminded you, but he was smiling in a way that meant he didn’t mind nearly as much as he should, lightly pulling you behind him and pointing towards his office, it was a clear command and you’d not take it so seriously were he not looking down at you, were he not so close to you, had you not realized in a split second how long it’s been since you’d seen him in uniform doing all of the above somehow making it all seem absurdly attractive. “I’ll take care of it, yeah, meet me in my office. “

Jim Hopper was the only man who could give you an order like that and have it obeyed, even with a big huff and stomped steps and a whole ordeal of uttered musings and threats, you did go to his office, and you busied yourself with the little figurines on his desk while you waited. He was talking to or rather at the officer you’d lost your cool with and you weren’t nearly as curious about what he was saying as you should’ve been. He’s always been attractive, always been too kind to be that hot and you remember countless years being wasted on having a crush on your lame brother’s very cool best friend who picked you up from school and carried your books and turned down nights with girls far out of his league in favor of keeping an eye on you and put out his cigarette when you were near- and now that very cool, very hot, very kind man was walking right towards looking far too damn good in a uniform you’d have to stop yourself from imagining him without.

“Is it safe in there?” he hummed as he stilled in the doorway, one hand holding a crumbled-up ticket, the other reaching to the coat rack to take his hat and you watched him with narrowed eyes as he set it on his head. “Stop frowning at me like that, trouble,” he wasn’t serious, really, he found it adorable even though he knew he shouldn’t, then again, he also shouldn’t have disciplined an officer for being an ass to his friend, but that ship has also sailed.

“Did you put him in his place?” you dared, taking his keys from his paper stack before sliding off his desk to meet him at the door, that same finger that you used to point at the officer now sliding over his tie to straighten it. “Because I’ll walk right back to him if you didn’t.”

“Course I did,” he was the smug one this time and it had the exact opposite effect on you, especially when the officer came walking past the office with a box full of goods and his tail between his legs on his way to the public complaint department of the station and you understood why Hopper seemed so pleased with himself. “Happy?” he dared but of course you were, so much so that you tugged his tie lightly to pull him closer and placed a red-lipped kiss right on his cheek, giggling from the feeling of the little hairs of his beard creeping up over tinted skin.

“Very happy, Jimmy,” you cooed, and he was glad for the door frame because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself standing were it not there. “Seems that uniform of yours is good for more than just making me nervous,” you admitted and gave him no time to push for more before slipping past him into the hallway, stealing his hat and gripping his keys tightly as you did. “Are you taking me out for lunch to celebrate, sheriff?” as if he’d ever say no, as if you’d ever let him.

“As long as you’re not driving,” he knew it would rile you up just enough to frown all perfectly at him, with big eyes and scrunched nose as you walked backward towards the exit.

“I’m ordering an extra piece of pie just for that.”

“I thought we were sharing,” he countered, quick to follow just in case you tripped and hurt yourself. You shook your head, tutting as he caught up with you just in time to grab your hand and pull you out of the way of some stranger.

“No way, got to keep those pants of yours looking nice and tight.”

“Naughty,” he breathed, and he paired the word with a little whistle and desperate glance away from your teasing, very longing gaze. You made quite the little show of licking your thumb and wiping carefully at the red lip stain on his face, for a moment you allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to cover him with those all over, his neck, his chest, those big arms of his and in turn you found your cheeks spreading with warmth and wondered if you were too old to have a crush on your brother’s best friend or the town sheriff for that matter.

[silverwolf-108]

Yandere TF141 + König x Fem!Reader

Summary: You the new recruit of military, you dream to become a military. The higher ups found you fascinating and amazed seeing your skills and beauty. But they saw you being held by your ex, they plan to kill him from touching their girl.

Warning: Strong language, violence, obsessive behavior, possessive, blood

Y/n POV:

I stand in straight line of military men’s, wanna know why? Because I’m a military too. Reason why I’m here is because my grandfather is a military too. I was amazed the story he told me when I was little, he talk about himself that he save dozen of people from the enemy, take down down the enemy base, and stuff like. I wanna follow my grandfather footsteps because military are amazing. They serve homes and save people lives from danger.

“Attention!” The men who is the boss of military ground shout as we all stand straight “Alright rookies! Today the higher ups are gonna teach you how to be a soldier! Seems like they’re coming right now.” We look up see a helicopter coming down. The helicopter landed on the ground as the door slide open, coming out are five mens. ��These man’s are Task Force 141! What ever you fellas do, don’t let your guard down! Understood?!” We shout ‘Yes Sir!’

“Alright rookies, let’s get to practice.” The man with fish hat and cigars said. He pick few mans and tell them what group they be before he pick next. All mens are now in their groups and for me, I’m in the Ghost group. I heard he’s a lieutenant that the mens talk about before we got pick. They say he’s a mysterious and serious guy.

“Alright you punks, let’s go for a target range.” We follow him as we headed to the target range where we practice to shoot the enemy. We listen to Ghost explaining about the target we need to aim to shoot the enemy. The mens take their turn to shoot the target. Some of them miss and some of them didn’t miss.

I stood in front that it’s my turn, I held my gun taking a deep breath to calm myself. One of target appear, I quickly shoot it as another appear. I shoot every target that appear fast and didn’t even miss one. After I’m done shooting I turn around and see all mens stares at me, even lieutenant Ghost stare at me too.

Next is crawling under the bar wires, it sound hard but I had to get through it. I crawl under the bar wires and ignore the stain of wet dirt on my military uniform. We did few practice and training and it was like an hour. I didn’t give up that easily, I had been training a lot since I was a teenager because I wanna train my body before becoming a military.

After we finish training and practice we head to our cabin to get some rest. I head to the girls cabin because here of the military ground we have our own separate cabin. “Y/n!” I met by a hug of my friend, Nina. Nina is a friend of mine, we went in same high school and became great friends. She told me she wanna be military too because her father died in war two years and wanna be just be like him.

“How’s your first time?” She ask. I told her it was great and easy. Nina told it was a bit difficult but I told her never give up and never let your father down. It gave her motivation because I see fire in her eyes. We hit the shower, dry ourselves, change into our pajamas, and went to sleep.

Narrator POV:

“What?! That woman went every practice training well and didn’t think it’s hard?!” Soap said. “Yes Soap, she didn’t think it’s hard. She never gave up.” Ghost explain. “You know I really wanna see that woman skills.” Gaz said sitting next to Price. “S-same.” König join in.

“What’s her name?” Price let out puff of smoke “Her name is Y/n L/n. She is a rookie but somehow she take things well.” Ghost told him. “Hey Price! Is it okay you pick her to my group the next day? I Really Wanna see what she capable of.” Price think for a moment. He puff out another of smoke and said “Okay Soap, I’ll pick her for you.”

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Next Day

You put on your military uniform in early morning before heading outside to get some fresh air. You sat on the wooden crates by the door listening to the birds chirping and stare at the sky. “Y/n L/n” you brought out your dagger from your thigh holster held it to intruder neck but you only met Sergeant Soap MacTavish .

You gasp quickly put your dagger back in holster “Sergeant MacTavish! I’m so sorry I almost hurt you! I thought you were-” she was cut off by his laugh “Don’t worry, anyway that was pretty cool. You got sense of danger. I’m impressed.” Soap grin. “Anyway I wanna say you did amazing yesterday. Ghost told me and the others that you were amazing. Tell me, why you join the army?” Soap ask.

“My grandfather was a military soldier so I follow his footsteps and I wanna become just like him. He had a history” you explain. Soap pat your shoulder “I see, well, your grandfather is gonna be so proud of you.” He gave you one last pat before he walk away.

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It’s been almost a year you train every impossible practice training on every morning and evening. You were getting the hang out it, being pick by one of the Task Force 141 members are not bad because they always treat the rookies some hard way to get them stronger for the war.

You pant heavily after finish running ten laps in the field and head to the cafeteria that is time to eat for lunch. You got your tray of food and sat by your friend Nina talking each other. You finish your food and head to the dirty pile that the tray should be put away but someone grab your waist made you drop your tray and brought your body closer to someone chest.

You look up to meet a guy, your eyes widen in shock only to meet your ex, Daniel. You and him were great couple back in high school but you caught him cheating with another girl at the hallway. You decided you don’t wanna see him and focus on your schoolwork. You got missed call and text message from him, when you saw him walk toward you, you show him the picture you took about him with another girl kissing each other. He was shock and try to make up excuses but you didn’t listen but slap him and walk away.

Now you see him again as a military soldier, you try to push him away but he held you tight. “Y/n listen I wanna talk to you.” He pleaded. “No! I don’t wanna listen to you after what you done to me since high school. If your girlfriend is here, go with her. Leave me the fuck alone!” Daniel try to hold you from breaking free but he was pull away cause him to let you go.

You look whoever is behind Daniel only to see Ghost and Gaz holding Daniel shoulders. “The lady said leave her alone.” You look over who’s behind you only to meet König, Soap, and Price. Daniel know who they are and he’s started to shake in fear.

“Take him to my office.” Gaz and Ghost nodded their heads and drag Daniel to Price office. “You okay?” König ask worry. You nod your head “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” Price pat your head “By the way, I check your results from training practice and we want you to be in our team.” You gaped in shock what you heard from him.

“R-Really?” He nod his head. You couldn’t help but hug him, Price didn’t mind and hug you back. You quickly pull back what you did “Sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Price chuckle “It’s fine. Now go back to your eating while me and my team are gonna have a talk with your ex.” He and his mens exit out the cafeteria. You hurry back to your seat and talk to your friend what happen.

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Price Office

The Task Force 141 stood front of Daniel who lay on the floor cover in bruises and scars. “W… what do you want?” He groan in pain. “You touch what’s ours.” Ghost growl. “And we don’t want you get closer to her.” König growl. “Who?!” Daniel yell. Soap knee down front of him “Y/n L/n” Daniel gasp in shock what Soap said.

“Her? Look what you saw is- Ah!” Soap break his wrist. “You don’t deserve her.” Gaz join in pull out his dagger and stab Daniel both ankles causing him to scream in pain. Daniel scream for help as loud as he can “Scream all you want but this room is soundproof.” Price puff out a smoke. Ghost and König join in too as they all work together killing Daniel.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 16 (Steddie X You)

Warning with some notes: Please enjoy this Steddie story that I desperately need right now.

Daddy Steve and Sir/Master Eddie and Sub Fem reader and all that implies (I regret nothing) SMUT, restraints, slight degrading, dirty talk, over stimulation, THE SCOOPS AHOY UNIFORM (yes daddy), Not a whole lot of ANGST (saving that for the next chapter :P), reader mentions diabetes in her family very briefly, expresses being stressed and asks Eddie to help her relieve it, FLUFF (a lot of it; just come cuddle me please and tell me you're proud of me. )

Word Count: 3315

Steve smirks over at the booth you’re sitting in at his store as you do your homework. He loves watching your face scrunch as you focus, biting the end of your pen while you’re thinking. He could seriously just stare at you all day if you would allow him to. What you didn’t know was he had actually spent a lot of his high school years doing that very thing. 

Like he had told Masie during your prom, he always found you attractive and not just physically. For those first years, you were always so quiet so when he saw you cracking up with Masie at the lunch table or making jokes with the other basketball girls, it made him swoon. That day he heard you shout at Carol junior year; he was so proud of you but at the same time angry with himself. Steve had also heard her picking on you beforehand and he didn’t say a word. He never did. 

You had told him a few months ago how he had been tightly wound at the time you two officially met and that was part of the reason. Beside the fact that his dad was always on his ass, the popular kids were pushing him, and he was struggling at school, he hated who had become. For a boy who liked to be in control, he seemed to have very little if any. 

That first night when Eddie insinuated that you hated him, it made Steve furious but at the situation. He didn’t want you to hate him. For a moment he thought he would never have a chance with you but then you kissed him, igniting a fire he had never felt before. Even if your relationship with him ended up being purely sexual he knew he’d do anything to take care of you and protect you.

“Hey. Take a break.”, he commanded as he slid a boat of your favorite ice cream in front of you and took a seat. Steve tenderly pushed some hair behind your ear and you exhaled as you leaned against his shoulder. 

“Thank you. I’m so exhausted. I can’t wait for the semester to be over.” 

After taking a bite of the snack he brought you, you offered him a spoon but he politely declined. 

“I have to stay in shape.”

“For who?”, you cackled. “Steve Harrington, first off you always look amazing. Second, you eat all that fruit back there. I see you!”

“He does.”, Robin grins as he playfully scowls at her.

“There’s nothing wrong with fruit.”

“A little bit yeah. Too much of it, no. Fruit is loaded with sugar. My uncle’s a diabetic and he can only have so much because it raises his levels.”

“I didn’t know that. Is that the uncle in New York?” 

“Yeah, I don’t talk about it much because usually I get the ‘Oh, you should really watch your weight’ speech even though most doctors do tests and find out I’m healthy.”

Steve reaches out to pet your head as you offer him your spoon again and this time he smiles as he takes an obnoxiously big bite. 

***

“Hey, sexy.”, Eddie grins as you enter the apartment and throw your bag against the wall. “Long day?” 

You heavily nod as you stride over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, happily sighing when he kisses your forehead. 

“May I ask you for a favor?”, you ask as you push your face into his chest.

“Of course, baby, anything.”

“Can you calm me down? I’m so stressed out and I just…don’t want to think about anything for a while.”

“I think I can do that. Do you want to wait for Steve or…”

“Hmmm…Daddy gets off in an hour. I’m sure you can find ways to fill the time until he gets home.”

Eddie chuckles as he leans back and cranes his neck to find your lips. “I definitely can. Come on, sweetheart. Let me help you relax.”

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A little over an hour later, Steve finally came through the door, kicking off his sneakers as he entered the apartment. 

“Took you long enough!”, Eddie cackled. “Get in here, Steven.”

The man rolled his eyes as he sauntered towards the bedroom preparing a sassy comment that completely left his brain when his eyes landed on the scene before him. The metalhead was sitting in a chair across from the bed in just his jeans holding the vibrating wand in his hand. You were restrained in the bed, him using belts as handcuffs again that chained you to the headboard. 

“Pretty girl asked for a little break so I just gave her some water and before I knew it she fell asleep. Perfect time for you to come home.”

“What, uh, what’s going on?”

“Y/N came home saying she needed some help releasing some stress. I asked her if she wanted to wait for Daddy and she said that I could fill the time however I chose until you got home.”, he wickedly grinned in the other man’s direction. “So out of curiosity, I wanted to know how many times I could make her cum before you got home. Right now, I’m at…12?” His fingers gesture towards the markings he had made on your tummy with a marker. “Yeah, 12.”

“We were talking and she kept saying how much she wanted to fuck you in that uniform.” Eddie rises from his chair and pats it for Steve to take. Hastily removing his pants, he climbed onto the bed and tenderly kissed up your body. “Princess, wake up. Daddy’s here.”

You groaned sleepily as you turned towards his voice and drowsily kissed his lips. 

“Hey, honey.”, Steve cooed as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “I’m home. Has Master been helping you clear your brain?”

Eddie climbed up further, placing his own knees by your head as his hand reached out to pet you while you nodded. 

“Can you verbally answer me, babe?”

You purred like a cat as it stretches after a long nap. “Yes, Daddy. Sir has been taking real good care of me.”

They both moaned at your high-pitched tone as your eyes fully opened to find Eddie’s cock inches above your lips. Your tongue darted out to lick along one of his veins towards his balls. 

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Don’t move, ok? Just…keep that mouth open for me while I make you cum again while Daddy watches. If you…you be a good girl for me Daddy can fuck you in his uniform just like you want, angel.”

“Yes, Sir.” Obediently, you open your lips, flattening your tongue as he slides his length down your throat. His palms slide down your skin, stopping to play with your nipples as you whimper around him. You jump as he lightly smacks them, squeaking at the sudden feeling causing Steve to salivate at the sound as his own palm finds its way to the bulge in his shorts.

Eddie grins as his hip gradually thrust against your face, his fingers sliding further down to glide through your folds and breach your core. 

“Fuck, Harrington. She’s so fucking tight. I—jesus—I love how tight you get after you cum, princess.” As his digits work their magic inside of you, you whimper around his cock as he mewls above you. “That’s it. Good girl. J-just clear your mind and let go. Focus on—mmm—focus on my dick in the back of your throat. God, you feel so good.”

The sound of your slick fills the room as he trusts his fingers into you faster, his other hand behind your head gripping your hair and holding you still. When he felt your pussy clench around him, he stopped moving his hips and held you in place as your throat constricted around him. 

The moan that left his chest was enough to send you over the edge as you came again and he promptly pulled himself out of your mouth allowing you to feel your climax. 

A small chuckle escaped him as he kissed your forehead when you started to cry. 

“Color, baby?”

“G-g-green, Sir. I just…I love you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank—”

Breathily, you kept repeating your last sentence as Eddie reached above you to release you from the headboard. 

“I love you to, princess. You’re doing so good. Stevie, hand me that marker, please?” The man does what he asks and the metalhead marks another dash on your tummy before handing it back. “Are you ready to take my cock, sweetheart?”

“Please, Sir.”

“How are your wrists? Not to tight or cutting your skin, right?”, he asks as he positions you on all fours with your head facing Steve.

“No, Sir. Hi, Daddy.”, you grin drunkenly in his direction. 

“Hey, honey.” His hand reaches out tenderly brush your hair out of your face as you fall flat against the mattress while Eddie utilizes one of the belts to tie your hands behind your back. 

After widening your legs a bit more, his chest leans against you back as he grinds himself against you. 

“Do you trust me, baby? Do you trust me to take you however I want to?”

“Of course. I’m yours.”

He mewls into your ear at your words. “It’s been a while since we’ve heard you say that.”

Craning your neck, you kiss his cheek till he turns so his lips can meet yours. “I’m yours, baby. Yours and Daddy’s. Make me feel good, Master, please. F-fuck me hard till I—”

While you were speaking, Eddie slowly slid his cock into your entrance, erasing almost all thought from your mind as he stretched your tight walls open. He growled in his throat at the feeling and you watched as the metalhead disappeared and Master fully stepped forward in his eyes.

“Keep going, little one.” His lips traced your shoulder and your eyes rolled back as he pumped his hips roughly into yours. “I said…keep…going…”

“Mmm—I want you to fuck me till—ah—till I can’t walk straight. I want to f-feel you both for days.”

Leaning back on his knees, he gave you what you wanted while taking what was his. You tried to keep your eyes on Steve in front of you as he licked his palm and stroked his cock but you struggled as Eddie hit every sensitive spot deep inside of you.

Slowly descending to his knees, he laid his face down in front of your own as you turned your cheek to lay your head flat on the mattress. 

“How does it feel, baby girl?”

“S-so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Are you feeling less stressed?”

When you only nodded, Eddie’s palm came down hard on your behind. 

“Yes, yes Daddy.”

The metalhead abruptly pulled out, tugging on your ankles till you were fully flat against the bed. Placing his knees on either side of your thighs, he guided himself back into your cunt as both his strong, tattooed arms came into view. When his hips slammed into yours, you swear you see stars.

Eddie was so deep inside of you, punching all the right places with his thick cock you didn’t even hear Steve asking you questions until you felt the other man’s sweaty skin against your back and his hand loop around to grip your throat. 

“You’re not behaving, little girl.  Daddy asked you something.”

“I can’t…I didn’t…”

“I guess you don’t want to fuck him in his outfit after all.”

“I do, I do. Please…”

“It’s ok, Ed. Little baby is just drunk off your cock. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Feels so good. So deep.”

“Is Master just too much for your pretty little pussy?”

“Please…I’m…”

Eddie’s hand released you to allow his arm to wrap around until your head was resting in the nook of his elbow. His breath warmed your ear as he rolled his hips hard and fast making the bed jostle underneath you. 

“Cum, princess. You can do it. Cum on my cock so I can fill you up, pretty girl. Goddamn…”

Your hands tugged against the belt while your lower half pushed back against him as you came. He grunted loudly and with a couple for hard thrusts released rope after rope of his seed into your body.

You both panted heavily as you continued to twitch underneath him.

“You…you did so good, sweetheart. Fuck. Do-do you need anything?”

“Can we unhook my arms for a little bit, please?”

Eddie smirked at your small voice as he lightly kissed your shoulder before climbing off you and unhooking the belt. When you rolled over onto your back Steve was waiting, delicately lifting you onto his lap as he leaned against the headboard. 

He smiled to himself when your damp forehead leaned against the side of his face as he ran his palms over your arms to massage out any pain you may be having. He paused for a moment when he heard your giggle.

“What are you laughing at, honey?”

“You smell like bananas.”

“To be fair, I have cut back after what you told me.” His grin grew as you nuzzled your nose into his neck. 

“It’s ok, Daddy. I like the way you smell.”

“Lay back, babe.”, he whispered. 

Doing what he commanded, you lay flat on your back with your head on the pillow as he reaches for the marker and draws another line next to the others. 

“Well look at you, little miss. One more and you’ll be at 15.” Your eyes flutter as you flash him a slanted sultry smile. “Are you ready for me?”

“Always, Daddy.”

Chuckling, he rolls till his body is on top of yours. Allowing you two space, Eddie moves to sit in the chair by the bed, watching as everything unfolds. 

“So, you want the whole uniform? Do I need the hat?”

“No.”, you giggle as you run your hands through his hair. “No hat.”

“Why do you like this outfit so much? All the other girls seem to think I look like a dork.”

The way you smile up at him makes his heart melt. No one had ever looked at them the way did; with so much love and adoration. You didn’t know but it scared Eddie a bit the first time he saw it. After your fight with Carol junior year when he brought you food, he had found you snooping around his room. When you asked about the photo of his family, your eyes reflected that adoration and his wall went up. 

The last woman who said she loved him abandoned him and for so long he was afraid of losing you. He thought maybe if he continued to be a prick and act like the tough scary bad boy then when you did leave it wouldn’t hurt so much. A part of him thought when you got back from New York, you wouldn’t want them anymore but when he slid into the classroom that morning and your big, beautiful eyes met his he knew. He knew you missed them as much as they had missed you. 

“I don’t know. You just look so sexy to me.” Your hands gently run down his chest, your fingers grazing that little bit of chest hair that peaks above his shirt. “Maybe it’s just you in it.”

Opening your legs wider, you allow him more access as he begins grinding his hips against yours. 

“We can test that theory. Let Munson try it on.”

“Steve Harrington, there isn’t enough money in the world you could pay me to put that uniform on.”

You both laugh as Steve reaches between your bodies to push down his shorts a bit more and grip his cock as he runs the tip through your folds. 

“Fuck. Always so warm.” His head falls beside yours and your pussy clenches as his needy pants heat up the skin on your neck. “How do you want Daddy, baby? Tell me. Tell me how you need it.”

“I just need you. Please, Daddy. Take what’s yours. I don’t care if it hurts.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he groaned, lifting his head to watch himself guide his hard length into your cunt. Your tight, sore walls clung to him like a vice and it was almost to much for even him. “Fuck. I don’t think I can be fucking gentle.”

Placing your palm on his cheek, you bring his lips to yours.

“Then don’t.”

He growled as Daddy fully took control and he collapsed against you thrusting roughly into you. Your hands clung to him tightly, pulling and yanking at his clothes as you caressed him anywhere you could reach. Pushing up on his arms, one of his legs slid your own higher up the mattress forcing him deeper into you making you mewl. Reaching for your wrists, he held them above your head as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your overstimulated sensitive spots that Eddie had stuck numerous times that evening with his own cock and fingers. 

“Open your eyes, baby girl. You—mmm—said you wanted to fuck me in this. You can’t see me when those beautiful eyes are closed.”

“Feels…so—fuck—good…”, you whined. Steve released your wrists as he leaned back onto his knees and lifted your legs over his shoulders.

“Cum, Y/N. Cum on my dick, baby.” His thumb reached down to play with your clit, making you cry out as your hand shot down to try and stop him. It was no use; he was stronger than you and all you did was egg him on as he rubbed your aching bundle of nerves faster. “Come on, honey! You can do it. Number 15. This is the last one! Make it count.”

Eddie bolted up from his chair to cover your mouth, muffling your scream as you came.

“Good girl! Yes, that’s our good girl.”

You barely heard his praises as your hooded eyes watched as his head hung and with a few more rough thrusts warmed your insides. You felt the cold tip of the marker glide the final tally on your stomach before two sets of lips tenderly kissed the sides of your throat. 

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A little while later your eyes slowly opened at the feel fingers caressing your face. 

“Hey. There she is. You doing alright, princess?” You nodded as you scoot your body closer to his. “Steve ran out to pick up some food really quick. He wanted to have everything ready for when you woke up and after we took a shower. He’s not as disgustingly sweaty as we are.” He grins when you laugh. “I wish I knew you before junior year. Sometimes I get jealous that Steve remembers you before we met.”

His comment fully wakes you up as your eyes search his. 

“You don’t remember seeing me at all?”

“No because I’m pretty sure if I had I would have pursued you as soon as I did. Do you remember me?”

Wrapping your arm around his waist, he sighs pleasantly as your fingers trace down his back. “I knew of you but I never believed what I heard. To be fair, my head was always down 99% of the time.” He smiles, nodding to himself. “Where did that come from, Eddie?”

His movements stop as he gives you his full attention.

“I don’t have a lot of people in my life that I love and trust. My life…has been rough…pretty much until I met you. I love you, Y/N and I’m so fucking proud of you. I know school has been stressing you out but you’re just rockin’ it, babe. I hope you realize that.”

Tilting forward you place your lips on his before pressing your face into his chest. 

“I do, Sir. Sometimes I just need to be reminded.” 

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Too Much Baby

Combining IYP request 424-2. Imagine you go to a private high school (18 obv) and are struggling to fit into the uniform as your breasts and belly grow bigger and bigger and 432-13. fic request: a very petite young woman (under 5' tall, less than 100lbs) gets pregnant with her 7' tall, almost 500 lb, boyfriends child. He doesn't want kids so he dumps her. She ends up having to give birth in her mobile home. During the long, difficult, excruciating labor and birth, she finds out that not only is she having twins, but that they definitely inherited their fathers size. With the smaller twin being almost 15lbs and almost 2 ft long.

"Uh oh," Kady thought to herself. "This is not good."

It was two weeks into her junior year of high school, and the adorable white denim shorts she'd gotten for her eighteenth birthday two months ago were already digging into her stomach at the waist. She sighed, pinching her chub, and vowed to switch to the nasty egg-white Dunkin sandwiches until the winter formal.

She bounced down the hallway, glossy ponytail swinging, and shouted goodbye to her mom's closed bedroom door. Her boyfriend Leo's Audi had just pulled up in front of her mobile home and she knew he'd be annoyed if she didn't get outside before he started honking.

"Do I look fat?" she pouted appealingly at Leo once she'd hopped in. "You look great," he answered without looking at her, and rested a hand on her breast as he drove towards the school. "You gotta talk to the super about that driveway," he said, for about the millionth time.

"I know, honey, the gravel isn't good for the car," she cooed. "It's just that no one in my part of town has such a nice car, handsome."

He accepted the flattery and reached over to give her a peck. "You're gonna live somewhere so much better someday," he told her. "You may be a scholarship kid but you are smart and you have good taste. And, of course, you're dating me." The towering mound of sandy blonde hair and corn-fed muscles smiled charmingly at her. How had she gotten so lucky? She was one of the few kids on financial aid at Carbot High, but she had somehow snagged a varsity running back as a boyfriend.

Leo dropped her off and she ran in with the rest of the junior girls, trying to avoid the prying eyes of the middle aged teachers' aides as they changed out of their street clothes and into the polo shirt and kilt that made up their uniform. Her uniform was a little tight in the waist too. She thought about skipping lunch, but she had also been so ravenously hungry lately. Well, she could always alter her winter formal dress. The benefit of being poor and having to sew your own formal wear was that she could make it fit her like a glove.

A month later, fitting into a formal dress was the least of Kady's worries. She may still be able to fit into her yoga pants and band t-shirts at home, but her school uniform couldn't be let out anymore, there was just no fabric left. It was impossible for her to button it around her stubbornly growing belly. The school bell rang and Kady panicked. She needed to figure something out fast. She grabbed a safety pin from her emergency sewing kit and pinned the skirt as best she could before running to her first class.

After school she cleaned the worst of the beer cans out of her kitchen and popped a microwave pizza in the fridge. Her mom was at work for the evening and Kady had been so incredibly needy lately, she jumped at the chance to have her big hunk come over and fuck her. Leo, though he hated coming to the trailer park, wasn't going to turn down a chance to stick his dick in her, so he showed up practically on time. Looking down from his six foot frame to her tiny, 5'1" body, now sporting a noticeable bump in the stomach area, he gestured to the pizza cooling on the counter and made a comment about how that might not be the best option for her. Stung, but horny, she nodded agreeably and pulled him into her bedroom and into her pussy, squeezing him so hard with each thrust that he cried out in surprise. He came quickly and she put her mouth on him until he was hard again, and rode him greedily, drinking up every little drop of his cum.

When he left, she felt a little dead inside, but she calmed the voices that said something didn't feel right with her microwave pizza.

---

The safety pin worked for two weeks, until it really, really didn't. She was in English class when it gave out, popping its overloaded spring and ricocheting off her desk with a tiny metallic ping. Mortified, she raised her hand to go to the bathroom, pinching the two halves of her skirt together with one hand while smoothing it nervously with the other. Her teacher granted her request, but she could feel all eyes on her as she walked out of the room. Before she even had a moment to collect herself, a classmate popped her head in and told her to go right to the school nurse.

"Honey, you're pregnant." Kady felt ice cold fear drip down the back of her neck. the nurse's voice was kind, but firm. She had peed on a stick twenty minutes ago, but the look on the nurse's face when after seeing her belly clued her in far before the two pink lines.

"Do you know how far along you might be? Does the father know?"

The questions washed over Kady. She just wanted to go home. Pregnant? She couldn't have a baby. She didn't want to end up like her mom, trapped by a child she had no desire to care for. She nodded dumbly and took the pamphlets the nurse thrust in her hand. "Five months pregnant....prenatal care....WIC voucher....baby shower" it all felt far away, like it was happening to a different person. She called a taxi, took it home, and stared at the pamphlets in her hands until she was too tired to do anything but sleep.

In a badly needed stroke of luck, it was three days before winter break, and Kady's mom would hardly notice if her usually dedicated student daughter took a few days off "sick." So, Kady wandered through the next few weeks in a haze, trying to make sense of what was happening. She made up her mind that she wanted an abortion, and got up the courage to ask Leo for the money.

Getting him to come over wasn't hard, but his eyes narrowed angrily when they saw her. Now that she wasn't trying to hide how fat she was getting, her pregnant belly was enormously obvious on her tiny frame. He was immediately angry, and although in the end he agreed to give her the money, it was over between them. She had been stupid, he'd said. And his football career was just beginning--didn't she see how selfish it was of her to get his baby in her? She was devastated, but on some level she wasn't surprised. At least she had the money she needed.

Unfortunately, showing up at the abortion clinic with a belly the size of a basketball meant that Kady was rejected at the front desk before even seeing a provider. Despite her protests that she had been a virgin five months ago, she had to admit that the sheer size of her pregnant middle made her look like a liar. She tried again at the other clinic, over two hours away, pushing the limits of her mom's unreliable Chevy, but she got the same response.

"You're having that baby, little girl," this receptionist had sneered at her. "Maybe next time you should give your boyfriend a blow job."

Tears stung Kady's face, and she cried the entire two hour drive home. School started again in two days. She had been so confident that she would have a skinny belly again by the end of this weekend. What was she going to do?

The answer, it seemed, was go to school and endure the shocked stares of her classmates, the pitying looks of the teachers who had hoped the girl from the trailer park would make it out, and the disgusted silence from the father of her baby, who made sure she knew that she owed him the abortion money back, and that if she tried to claim him as the father he would deny her.

She knew those were the greater ills, but for some reason the thing that seemed the most unfair was how completely awful her school uniform fit her very pregnant body. Even through her bra, the scratchy polo material irritated her sensitive nipples, and she now had to secure her kilt over her belly, making the skirt lift up awkwardly in front. She didn't dare ask for a new uniform--she was afraid every day that they would finally kick her out and she would have to stay home and explain to her mother that she and Leo had snuck around, been stupid, and made a very, very big baby.

Unfortunately for Kady, trying not to make waves didn't work very well. By six months pregnant she couldn't see her feet, constantly knocked supplies off her desk with her ungainly belly, and couldn't sit without spreading her legs. But it was exactly six months and ten days after the first time she had ever had sex with Leo that she got stuck in her desk chair and was just too pregnant to get out on her own.

Once the janitors had unscrewed the bolts holding it together and she had stood up, rubbing the painful grooves the furniture had made in her fertile mound, the guidance counselor pulled her into his office and told her that her scholarship had been withdrawn.

"You can try again next year Kady," he said, smiling condescendingly, "after you've had your baby. Or maybe a less challenging school might be a better fit for someone in your..." his eyes rested obviously on her swollen middle "...condition?"

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She couldn't be sure, having been too ashamed to get any prenatal care, but the intermittent pangs she'd been having for two days were starting to get closer together. Plus, she was absolutely enormous. It was hard to imagine getting any bigger. She had had to move temporarily into her mother's bedroom. Her pregnant stomach dwarfed her body so completely that she had difficulty walking, and spent most of her days watching tv, crying, and moaning. It was nearly a full time job, lately, trying to soothe the angry, itchy, stretched and bloated orb of the belly she had created when she had bounced up and down on her giant ex-boyfriend's cock. Her breasts, swollen and painful to the touch, rested on top of her gravid mountain of a stomach, and she was too pregnant to sit up straight.

"I absolutely have to be close to giving birth now," she thought, "and as terrified as I am of birth, there is nothing I wouldn't do to get this fucking baby out of me."

As if on cue, her labor pains started in earnest. These were so much more intense than the lead-up cramps, but they still weren't coming very often. She called 911, and yelled to her mother that she needed ice chips. When her mother didn't answer after twenty minutes, she painstakingly waddled into the living room to see why. The empty bottle of vodka and her mother's groggy form in the recliner answered that question. Tears welled up in her as a contraction doubled her over.

Monstrously pregnant, mother passed out, baby's father gone forever, she didn't know how she could do this. When the EMTs arrived, even they couldn't hide their shock at her size. At first they tried to move her, but she was too big to fit on the stretcher. While they were trying, she felt a sudden intense urge to push and felt the baby descend into her birth canal. The EMTs quickly realized it was too late to move her, and one got a portable sonogram machine while the other ran to the ambulance for more supplies.

"Okay, let's have a look at the baby," a calm female EMT told Katy as she moved over Katy's contracting belly. "Oh," she said suddenly in a quick inhale of breath, "there's two in there. Congrats little mama, you're having twins!"

[leggerefiore]

dads reaction to finding out their kids are being bullied at school? :3c

cw: bullying, comforting,

Ingo noticed the subtlest traits with Erin. He always had. Something inside his brain just demanded that he pay close attention to the boy. He was a natural worrier – and Erin almost always drew in people to want to protect him. Which is why he noticed him being more on edge… lulling around the house to try to avoid leaving on time, flinching more, and seeming overall more withdrawn. He felt concerned. Erin was fragile. The boy would burst into tears if he accidentally stepped on his pet Skitty and needed to be held for nearly an hour afterwards.

Ingo was startled when a teacher informed him that Erin had been… targeted by some classmates. The school had already begun to take steps to separate the kids from Erin, but Ingo felt mortified that it had been happening, and Erin had not told him a single word. Part of him wanted to shout at the poor educator, but he knew that was not appropriate, nor would it fix the situation. He sighed, nodded, and headed back out. His thoughts fell back to his school days. He and Emmet had been social outcasts when they were young. Their eccentric behaviours and profound understanding of each other turned others away. Poor Erin… At least he had Emmet at the time. The little boy had no one.

Ingo opted to let Erin skip the next day of class and join him at work. He felt light when he saw Erin smile softly at, wandering the station in his mock uniform. Depot Agents were always happy to greet him, and the receptionists gave him some candies when he approached him. When he got off his shift, Ingo had taken Erin with him to Anville, knowing how much the boy enjoyed the sleepy countryside town. They both sat together on a bench on the platform and watched nature together. Erin snacked on some Sinnohan snack his pen pal had sent for him. Ingo debated how to handle this.

He placed a hand gentle on the boy's back reassuringly. “… Has everything been alright?” The words were soft and curious. Erin grew eerily still. Before Ingo could ask what was wrong, his body began to shake, and quiet sniffles came from him. The twin's paternal instincts kicked on in an instant. Erin was pulled into his lap and allowed to rest his head on Ingo's shoulder. More nearly silent cries came from him. The teacher had told him that Erin had been mostly verbally mocked for his overall softer demeanour and eccentricities about trains. He rocked him carefully. Thankfully, the Anville platform was mostly deserted at this time of day to prevent any other kind of embarrassment. Slowly, the boy came back down from his emotional high yet kept a fist full of Ingo's shirt. He shook his head.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked gently, “I understand if you don't, Erin.”

Ingo could only respect the boy's wishes, whatever his reply was.

His goal was solely on allowing Erin to open up to him and comfort him as he needed.

~

Emmet was observant. It was his job to be, after all. He saw all the minute details and committed them to memory. So, when Inka seemed more downtrodden, he noticed. And when Emma seemed more protective and withdrawn, he noticed. What was especially noticed was how Inka tried to shove away Emma. The older girl was clearly hurt by this, and the younger hung around vacantly, trying to avoid her twin. The distress Emmet felt was very real. What could drive a wedge so strong into twins? Especially in young girls…

He caught Emma one day as she sat in the living room playing with her Joltik. The poor bug cried excitedly at the sight of Emmet, its tiny bow that decorated bouncing as it vibrated. She stared at him silently, face frozen in a frown much like her uncle's own. Emmet smiled amicably at her. “… Is everything okay?” he asked plainly, seeing no reason for subtlety. Her eyes went wide. She was quiet for a moment more. Her eyes averted from his own, and she seemed impossibly small.

“Did you and Uncle get called weird a lot…?” she tilted her head. Emmet instantly understood what was going on. Weird... She and Inka had been put in the same class. While she and Inka were not nearly as identical as Emmet and Ingo had been at their age, they still had their obvious connection and same face despite their different hairstyles and clothing. The smile on Emmet's fell. He embraced the small girl.

“Verrrry often,” he admitted, “Brother and I got mean comments.” Those younger days… He grimaced at the memories. Their classmates had found him especially odd. He often did his own thing with little worry about what others thought, unlike Ingo. This made him the target of worse comments. He sighed. Inka... She was like him in a lot of ways, but she was also like Ingo in a lot of ways. If she had been treated as he had… It was still no excuse to hurt her sister.

“… I don't really care about them,” she hung her head low, “Inka is verrry hurt… She cares too much… She said that she wishes we weren't twins.” Emmet gasped. He wanted to go tell Inka how mean that was, but he stopped himself. The little girl was pulled into a tight hug. A coo came from him. She silently returned the affection, lips pulling slightly up. They would have a more in-depth discussion later, but his attention turned to Inka instead.

He found the little girl playing in a nearby park, seemingly trying to train up her Joltik against various other kids. The sight brought out more past memories, but he stopped himself. Walking up to her, he commented on her strategy. She nearly jumped back at his sudden appearance. Emmet tilted his head. He asked her to come with him with a more serious voice, and she relented, aware that it was bad news when he spoke like that.

He walked them to a quieter place in the park. “… You and your sister are being bullied, yes?” he said simply. Inka was ready to jump again. She hung her head, much like her twin had. He sighed. “I will speak with your teacher,” his plan was absolute. There was a function to these things, and he would not stand to let them continue to go through such social othering. She looked mortified at the thought and grabbed his leg tightly. Emmet picked her up in reply. “... You are verrry worried…” He nuzzles his nose to hers, “Papa will help you! There is nothing weird about being a twin. It is a special bond. Emma is hurt. She looked ready to cry earlier.”

“Sh-she did?!” Inka's eyes went wide. She almost shrank before his eyes. “... I didn't mean to…” she mumbled quietly, “Everyone kept saying that we were creepy or that one of us was a clone and fake…” Emmet rubbed her back as she started tearing up. His heart hurt. Such cruelty… He fought back his anger. Similar things had been levied at him in the past.

Both girls got a trip to the Nimbasa Amusement Park, ice cream, and a visit to Aunt Elesa to cheer them up.

He would work to fix this so that his girls could be happy again.

~

Cyrus noticed Cyllene's behaviours becoming more withdrawn. She already was not the most social child, but now she seemed completely uninterested in even joining him at his office. His worries only increased when she asked if she had to go to an in-person school. She would not even meet his eyes. There was even a question about her missing class one day. Something was wrong. And, he had an idea as to what it was.

Cyllene was sitting alone in her room at her desk, fiddling with some small project she had started. He stood silently in her door frame. To him, she was a perfect human being. She was intelligent, ambitious, and genuinely talented. These traits would drive envy in an environment where conformity is expected. Do not do too bad, but also do not do too well. Both would result in someone being shunned or considered strange. He knew it very well. Especially when it paired with… Their issues with socialising. He approached her and observed her work.

“… Machines are beautiful, aren't they?” he started, “They act within expected parameters and are not influenced by emotions…” Cyllene stopped screwing in the piece she was finishing up. Her eyes stared up at him. Everything about her was so much like him. He felt shame that she had inherited his innate issues. A certain glassy sheen coated those sky-blue irises. His heart hurt. “Something is wrong at school. Your classmates treat you like an unwanted presence in the room. Teachers avert their eyes when cruel comments are left on your desk,” he mumbled out, mind drifting to his younger years, “It's foolish. They envy you, Cyllene. Your intelligence scares them.”

“… Father…” she mumbled quietly before tearing up. Cyrus mind raced. She got up from her seat to cling to him. “D-daddy…” the words came from her lips like a plea, drawing his mind instantly to her, a few years in the past. Cyrus fell to his knees to embrace her. He forgot… She was still a little girl. She had only just turned ten. He held her as she shook like a leaf in the wind. “I… I don't know why… I'm polite to everyone…” she hiccuped, “Is there something wrong with me?” Cyrus felt rage alight in his heart. The incompleteness of spirit it needed to be– He was stopped by Cyllene calling out for him again.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” he reassured her, “… Many in this world will treat you with either admiration or abuse, and it is their own choice to view any which way. All that matters is remaining firm to your own values.” The words felt strangely nostalgic leaving him, but he was not sure as to why. Cyllene stared at him with big eyes before nodding. He brought a hand to stroke her hair. Closing his eyes, he pondered what he could do to support her needs better.

“Thank you, father,” she said softly, “... I… I want to show you this hand fan I made! It's getting hot again, after all…” He eagerly observed the small device that she had made.

He later contacted her school and may or may not have threatened something unless they did something about a bullying issue that was going ignored.

[bizkitsnuggets]

SICK OF YOUR BULLFISH.

masterlist.

The morning of the next day came. This time, [Y/N] woke up earlier than usual. She made her bed and cooked herself some egg rolls for the energy she needed when she faced Jotaro. Her gut was telling her that today was going to be a long day.

After finishing up her meal, she headed to her room and changed into her uniform. The girl grabbed her plaid puffer jacket and made sure to put the cigarette packs in her pockets. She took her keys and prayed that today’s mission would be successful.

She locked her house and made her way to school.

Today’s morning was colder than yesterday, [Y/N] got goosebumps despite already wearing a jacket. It reminded her a lot of Jotaro, how he would give her shivers just by staring at her. It didn’t make sense to her how someone her age could be so powerful just by his appearance.

What did his mom even feed him…

[Y/N] arrived at school earlier than she usually does. She immediately headed to Jotaro’s locker, but before she can even open it, there he is. He emerged from the boy’s restroom, a trail of smoke faintly following behind him.

If [Y/N] had an option to not confront Jotaro, in no doubt; she would take it. But we all know Jotaro’s just going to take the cigarettes for himself and not contribute to the stupid project.

And, oh boy [Y/N] was not going to let that happen. So, with all her strength, she ran up to Jotaro.

“Kujo-san!” She calls out to him, making him turn around to the sound of his name.

Before he can roll his eyes and continue walking, she quickly shows him the two cigarette packs. Jotaro’s eyes instantly lit up.

“I'll give you these but only if you agree to work on the project with me.”

He stands there momentarily before shifting his body to fully face the girl. “That's—”

“Jotaro!” Multiple high pitched voices shouted his name. [Y/N] turned her head to the ruckus that was behind her, a hoard of Jotaro’s fangirls were running towards them, shoving each other and making the ground vibrate.

“Oh, fuck.” The girl cursed under her breath before dragging Jotaro into a nearby janitor’s closet and locking it. [Y/N] raised her index finger to her lips and made a “hush” noise.

The closet was barely large enough to hold the two of them. Jotaro being built like a transformer wasn’t helping either. The lights were dim, both of them hardly being able to see each other’s face. With their vision temporarily taken away, their other senses become stronger.

It felt like [Y/N] had the hearing of a dog. There was constant uneven breathing from both her and Jotaro. Every breath he took, she could feel it on her neck. She felt her sweat dripping from her forehead because of how hot it was starting to get in there.

Jotaro, on the other hand, was incredibly uncomfortable, and a bit annoyed. The rustles from their clothes were starting to bother him in the quiet atmosphere. He could sense that their faces were just a few inches away from each other. If it weren’t for both of them to press their bodies against the wall, they would’ve certainly kissed.

Despite all his complaints, he thought this was better than to be out there with a hoard of crazy fangirls.

A few whines from outside indicated that the fans were still there. [Y/N] let out a quiet sigh, her head hanging low. The packs of cigarettes were now crushed in her palms. Jotaro clicked his tongue,

When is this going to be over… good grief.

“Awh man! Maybe Jotaro went to the garden instead?” One of the fangirls inquired, making the rest search for him in said place.

[Y/N] waited for a few minutes before signaling Jotaro it was safe to go out. Luckily, the janitor’s closet had a bathroom door lock instead of a typical door key so the girl didn’t have to worry about being inside there longer than she needed to.

Jotaro grunted as he got out, glad that his limbs could finally move again. But before he could leave and get a smoke, [Y/N] coughed, gaining his attention.

“Tomorrow. After school. Library.” She states in a demanding voice while shoving the cigarettes onto his chest. Jotaro clicked his tongue for the second time this morning, “Tch… don’t tell me what to do, woman.”

Although he told her that, he took the cigarettes and glared at her. As if saying, “I’ll take the cigarettes though,”

The girl stood there, head low and arms crossed. “Listen here…” She muttered, but loud enough for him to hear her clearly. She suddenly held her chin high and glared at the boy. “Listen here, you crud.”

As she was speaking, she slowly walked closer to Jotaro, “I’m not playing around, if your ass won’t take up my offer then I’ll be GLAD to take those cigarettes back. Mind you, I paid them myself.” She was now directly in front of him, looking up at him with no shame evident.

“And kiss your ass goodbye to graduating, cause I sure as hell won’t credit you in the project—” the girl suddenly pulls down his collar so they're both at eye level, “—that I’ll be working on— By. My. Self”.

[Y/N] let go of his collar and gave him a nasty scowl. “I’ll take your silence as a yes. I’ll be waiting at the library tomorrow.” She walked past him with an unusual dark aura surrounding her.

Now, Jotaro was someone who isn't easily phased by something bizarre. He could witness a toilet with legs walking around campus and still- wouldn’t give a fuck. But… this…? This uncommon behavior from the most normal girl he’s seen made his brain dead.

Normally, she wouldn’t act out on her feelings… He sighed.

Maybe he went too far. All she wants is to graduate after all.

“Good grief…” He hid his face with his hat.

[iznsfw]

Can you write Yena? I miss her already I keep rewatching the last episode of Animal Detective

The Last Day

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 4 - Choi Yena

Choi Yena x Male Reader Smut

Word Count: 5856 words

Tags: All of Us Are Dead AU, zombies, virgin_girlfriend!Yena, apocalypse sex, first-time, uniform sex, against the wall, squirting, mutual masturbation, fingering

T/W: POSSIBLE ALL OF US ARE DEAD SPOILERS, VIOLENCE, thoughts about death, graphic descriptions of death

I'm not sure if you guys will like this, but it came to mind while trying to think of a plot.

This one is for @sinswithpleasure. I hope you like this, Sins! I really like your writing and noticed that recently you've taken a liking to Yena, so I hope you enjoy this.

Your legs are aching. No amount of jogging or PE exercises could have prepared you for this, but then again, nobody had really expected this to happen. No one had expected such a strange onslaught of an apocalypse. Sure, there were jokes here and there as people do, but now that it has become an unwelcome reality, everyone is on the edges of their seat.

If they are still alive, that is.

It is needless to say that you and your friends are scared. No, more than scared. You are terrified. Yujin is one of the better athletes of the school; her confidence is automatic when it comes to running and dodging. However, the sweat from fear and exercise has become constant. It has slid down to the red gashes on her cheeks. She keeps throwing glances back at the greedy mass of zombies running towards your direction, and each one subtracts any hope inside of her.

As for your other friend, Jo Yuri is on Yujin's back, clinging onto her for dear life and crying in her ear. Both girls are scared to death as they hold onto each other.

And Yena? Her hand never leaves the clasp of yours. Her stocking-clad legs have not been through this much use and stress, but they manage to keep up with the pace Yujin has raced. You hate how it's the wrong moment to think about how beautiful your girlfriend looks—despite the wounds on her cheeks and legs, her adorable face still makes your heart melt. It is such a pity that you can't kiss her; you are being chased by zombies, and one wrong step or poorly timed pause can guarantee her death and yours.

"We have to go to the gym!" Yujin shouts breathily. Her voice strains from trying to keep at a volume high enough to be heard over the sounds of the zombies. While their sounds are disgusting groans and yawns, Yujin's voice is clear and smooth. It calms you down a little, but allows you to register what she said.

"The gym?" you ask. "I thought we were planning to go to the sound room!"

Yes, there had been a plan all of you had formulated to play a song in there in order to distract the zombies, hopefully long enough to get out of the school. Yujin has her tape record of the song she had produced and written with Wonyoung, the class president. It is called "LOVE DIVE." You've heard it before, and like it so much that you feel that its debut does not deserve to be in a wacky sound room, but instead on a famous show where it can reach heights in the music charts. But it has to be done if you want to live.

Turn the curve down the hall. Rapidly go down the winding staircases. It would have been more convenient to use the teachers' elevators, but one of your professors has turned into a zombie inside there, too. And you truly do not want to be killed or to see her face now that she is literally walking dead.

"We can't do it now or we're gonna die! Faster!" Yujin says. Even with Yuri on her back clinging onto her for dear life, she expertly jumps over the banister to get down early. Yena follows her lead. However, she stumbles just a little. In that moment, the cliché scenes of the main lead tripping while running and eventually getting captured by their predator flash through your mind. But you catch her before she falls, which she kisses you for gratefully.

"What if there are zombies in there?" asks Yena.

"There aren't. It's the last safe place."

Last safe place. The words remain in your mind as you continue keeping up with the girls. All the while, you are deep in thought. How long was it until all the other safe places became dangerous? What places were they? And, above all, how long will it take until the gym loses its safety, too?

Your fellow classmates and schoolmates have been in the same situation as you are: on the run in a place where they are supposed to be safe, looking for an escape. All of them have turned into zombies, just like your teachers. They are all ganging up on you, just dying to make you one of them. So, is there really a chance to wind up out of here unscathed? Or is a death really inevitable?

"Are we almost there?" a sobbing Yuri asks out loud. She is covering her ears, shutting her eyes in hopes of blocking the terrible world from being her reality. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't work. "Please say we're there already, please please please!"

"We are!" Yena shouts. The gym is slowly surfacing in your vision. The afternoon light is bright enough to show that it is free of zombies. It is—(or was)—used to hold pageants that Kim Minju, a senior like you and the girls, always wins and other activities. The little events your school holds used to have such little meaning to you, but now every part of you yearns for another boring conference, another senseless anti-bullying orientation. Anything except this, you keep praying. Anything.

Yujin gets in and holds the door open. Her observant eyes keep track of the steadily approaching crowds of zombies. "Get in, get in!" she rushes you, swaying her arm inwards in emphasis. "Come on!"

Yena jumps into the gym and so do you. At the last moment, Yujin shuts the door. The mass of corpses babble against it, seeking you out with blind eyes, not knowing why there is something blocking them from their food. But not for long for—

"Yujin!" Yuri screams. She falls off of her, and quickly becomes hysteric. "They got her, oppa, help me!"

You try to. Oh, you try to, you really do. Grasp Yujin's right arm to tug her away from the open bars, but it is too late. Somehow, the zombies have tugged your best friend from the door and have busied themselves with her. Her arm is steadily being devoured by more than five. Their teeth sink into her sun-kissed skin as if it were merely paper, drawing great amounts of blood.

"No, Yujin!" you reach for the knob to open the door. You have to save her! She can't become a zombie like them!

"Don't, fffuck!" Yujin cries out as the zombies tug her to the ground. There is skin hanging off her arm that a smaller zombie consumes, but now, almost all of them go for every part of her body. Her legs are being bitten through and so is her neck. "T-there's no use!"

Gone is the cute dimpled Yujin who playfully teases you about Yena. This Yujin—this one who is screaming for her life and begging you to leave her be because there was nothing you can do about her situation—has replaced her. Replaced the dimples with fine cry lines, the smile with a scream. Replaced her with a Yujin that is nothing more than food for the dead.

As the zombies tear and eat of Yujin, Yena screams, hands covering her mouth. Yuri has fallen to the floor and can do nothing but glance at the dying girl with wide-set, scared eyes.

You can't watch it either. But every part of you is frozen. Your mind screams at you to turn away and save yourself from the trauma, but you remain in place. Try to close your eyes, but just look on at the horrible scene that Yena, Yuri, and you are forced to watch: Yujin getting killed brutally before you. And there is nothing you can all do but mourn her, even if her new zombie form cares not for it.

Your heart sinks. It turns out that it did not, in fact, take long for the last safe place to stop living up to its name. The difference is that its dangers have only taken Yujin down with them.

-

All things adapt to change, whether they like it or not. It is a rare thing for a caterpillar to defy nature and not evolve into a butterfly despite the gooey and painful process. Children change to new time schedules for school without much bother as they grow up. Adults learn how to deal with overbraring coworkers and bosses.

It is a natural part of life. If things do not adapt, they die. Simple and clear.

Right now, you aren't sure if you want to live anymore. Yujin is dead. Your parents haven't texted you for over three days now. Almost all of the people you know and love haven't either. It doesn't take a high IQ to understand what has happened to them.

You have no reason to live, except for Yena, who loves you, and Yuri, who would die without you and Yena to care for her. You do not want to go on anymore, but they need you, and you need them. You have to continue living.

It's only seven in the evening, but everything is pitch black. There is barely any light in the sky except for scattered stars and a full moon. You have barely slept these past few days, so you feel yourself slowly giving in to sleep. Stop yourself; you have to eat dinner first with Yena and Yuri. You can't go run on an empty stomach.

The dinner is your school lunches left unconsumed. The sandwiches haven't reached expiry dates yet the last time you checked, so the three of you sullenly munch on the chocolate sandwiches your mother made you all those days ago. You remember how you snapped at her when she was telling you to eat breakfast, telling her that you have an exam to catch. You remember her disappointed face, her sweet smile, and her reminders that never pause: Don't hurt yourself, okay? Keep yourself safe!

The memories hurt your heart more than it should. You had become selfish. You'd taken for granted everyone you love. But you instead direct your focus on Yuri. Now, it is your job to apply the moral lessons your mom has taught you. "Are you okay, Yul?" you ask the quivering girl.

Yuri is hugging her legs and rocking herself back and forth. Her small body is shaking from head to toe under the green uniform. She is babbling, too, as if in a trance. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, is all you hear, but it is enough to haunt you.

"Leave me alone!" She breaks out of her trance temporarily to yell at you. She throws her sandwich to the floor and runs off for the bleachers. From there, her sobs reach max volume.

You back off a little despite your irritation. You have to let her become angry because who wouldn't be? You and the girls have cycled through so many days of running and trying to go on that you have failed to remember that this isn't normal. A high schooler, even if all of you are already in senior high and adults, should not be put through so many tolls like this. No high schooler should have to fight to live and look over their shoulder just to see if death has caught up. No one does.

"She's in shock," says Yena gently. She places a hand on your shoulder and gently pulls you away from the scene. She does not want you to see every bit of horror there is. "Let her be; she needs her rest. We all do."

You nod. You try hard not to let your tears flow. But they do, anyway. By the time you turn around to face Yena, they're freely streaming down your face like a river. The lantern beams down on your cries.

Yena hugs you tightly and kindly lets you sob into her shoulder. Your heart is heavy with grief; if the government had assisted the moment they knew your high school was the root of the apocalypse, Yujin and thousands of other young students wouldn't have had to die. You wouldn't have to go through this shitty fucking day.

You catch a glimpse of Yujin creeping along with the zombies at the door. Her eyes are bloodshot. Her lovely skin has turned as gray as the clouds tonight. She has become like all of them: a walking, lifeless corpse.

Yujin had a life ahead of her. She was going to become a singer, she had always said, with Wonyoung and Gaeul. She had had so much to live for, and now, one of these days, she is going to die another horrible death by someone who just wanted to stay safe from the zombie epidemic. She is going to die another horrible death that she does not deserve one bit, and the guilt from knowing that it is your fault is eating you up from the inside so painfully.

"I should have let her in," you say, wiping your face embarrassedly. "I should have let her in first. I was a fucking coward."

"There was nothing you could have done," says Yena softly. She kisses and cradles your wet cheek.

Despite the sweet gestures, her words sting more than any rough insult ever could, because it's the same old thing people say everytime for something that is completely your fault. They're senseless, the complete of opposite of reassuring. But you don't snap at her for that; Yena is only innocently trying to make you feel better. It isn't her fault that there is nothing to say.

You laugh a little. "Can't believe we lived through Yujin growing up and a zombie apocalypse together," you say, shaking your head.

Yena laughs, too. "It's a strange world we live in, isn't it? A strange, strange world."

It is, indeed. You sit with Yena at the gate to give Yuri space. There, you wonder. Has it already been five days ago when you were worrying about a social studies quiz Mr. Lee had, only to be greeted by an onslaught of zombies at the canteen? You ran with all you could that afternoon and found shelter in a junior classroom.

That was when all things went wrong. The world you knew went into wild directions: suddenly, your friends were dead. Not only dead, but zombies! You had initially believed that zombies were impossible, another silly thing made to entertain people in movies and comics. You had never wanted to be proven wrong, yet here you were.

You suddenly hear a whimper. Jerk your head in the direction you heard it and see that Yena is crying. Now, your heart feels as if it is being squeezed for every bit of blood it pumps. Nothing hurts you more than seeing her cry.

"And, and it's difficult, you know." Yena gives you a tearful smile. A sniffle betrays her nonchalant facąde, so she instead watches the black clouds in the night sky wisp through its atmosphere. Part of her wishes she can be with those she loves in that dark sky. That secret part of her is slowly infecting the other chambers of her hurting heart. "I know I should get used to it since it's gonna be like this for a while, but I just... can't. I can't stand it."

You hold Yena's hand and kiss its smooth palm. "You want to hear something funny?"

"Yeah?"

"Neither can I."

You and Yena are silent for a while, gazing at each other's young, tear-stricken faces, thinking of what could have been and what should have been. She breaks the deadness with another dialogue.

"This isn't how I planned my senior year at all. Or the rest of my life. We were supposed to go to that new mall in town with Chaewon, and go to Saipan, right? You said that, for our wedding."

You know that you and Yena are still young, so a marriage being talked about as early as nineteen years old seems ridiculous. But you have known her for seven years. The two of you have been each other's shoulders to cry and laugh on. And although you have had your fair share of romantic partners, Yena is the one you truly want to marry.

Some of her tears drape her lips. You wipe it away with your thumb. "You know what?" We can get married right now."

She gives you a surprised and cheerful look, dismissing it as one of your pranks, before she realizes you are serious.

"Y-you're for real?"

"Why not?" You shrug. "No one can say we are or we're not. Our parents are dead and it's most likely the old priest who's gonna officiate our wedding is dead out there, too. Let's get married here, right now. They can't stop us."

Yena wants to laugh, but she's starting to cry a little again, at the way it all makes sense and doesn't at the same time. You are sounding like you're kids again, like those little sandbox promises to stay friends forever or keep a secret.

She is thinking about how it isn't supposed to be like this is what she is thinking. She wants to marry you, but she is picturing it in a world where the zombies are nonexistent and Yujin isn't dead. In a world where you live on and become the grumpy old fucks you swore as kids you would not become, and laugh at each other's senselessness. In a world where you marry somewhere sacred. Not in a zombie-attacked high school, in which the two of you are wounded from head to toe and out of breath.

But she wants to marry you. She has ever since she became your friend when she was thirteen. She has wanted to marry you through your ups and downs, laughs and tears, and a fucking zombie apocalypse. If that isn't true love, then you do not know what is.

"I guess I'll take it," Yena says softly.

"Alright. Do you," assume a deep, haughty voice that cracks her up, "Choi Yena, take me as your beloved wedded husband?"

"It's 'lawfully,'" she corrects you feistily, flashing you an amusing raise of her brows.

"I don't know all the words, babe," you inform her jokingly. "I'm not a goddamned pastor. But will you still marry me then?"

"Yes," she laughs. "Do you take me as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Of course I do."

"Let's do it then. One last and first time."

She knows what she means, and you do, too. It isn't a slip of words to say that this might be the first and last day of you being married to her. There isn't a clear path to life for the two of you, with the zombies and all, and even if there is one, it is too foggy. You cannot live on running from death when it is literally knocking on your door.

"You mean...?" you ask tentatively.

"Yes," confirms Yena. "I want you to take me tonight. Make me yours."

"What if Yuri—"

"Yuri's asleep and we've all had a rough day. Let's go out with a bang, literally."

You would have laughed, but you are already kissing her. It always feels like the first time all over again when you kiss her because of the way her lips are full and soft in shape. It feels even more comforting to know that this is your first kiss as a married couple, and that only you will be able to kiss her like this.

Yena's tongue slips out from between them to take a lick from your own pink muscle. Soon, you have knocked her to the wall of the gym, still wildly making out with her.

Tear off her uniform vest and see her perfect body squirming against you under her school blouse. Smile, knowing that she wants you just as much as you want her, and kiss her neck and shoulders, too. Her head raises gracefully in response to the pleasure. You kiss every bit of her jaw and neck as if it were your last, and it might be. All the while, Yena's hands are curled into your fingers.

Never let me go.

"Please," she says, causing you to stop for a moment, "be gentle."

It is as if your jeans and underwear have magically disappeared. When you enter her, both of you gasp loudly. Yena has to place a palm over her mouth to keep quiet; she has just remembered that sound provokes the zombies. But now that she has felt you finally take her and make her a woman, all she wants to do is cry out and beg for more. It feels better than she ever imagined.

It is better for you, too, this way. Yena just looks so pretty. Her fringes perfectly make her round face look cuter, and her orgasmic O-rounded lips drive you crazier than you'd like to admit. Plus, she's so tight and wet around your cock. As if she were made for taking it.

"Are, are you okay?" you ask her. Although you want to keep pounding, your girlfriend still comes first. Her heavy panting is becoming concerning.

"Yes," Yena says meekly. She closes her eyes and hisses in a sharp breath. "Faster."

You buck accordingly into Yena's squirming, perfect body. Keep a busy hand on her ass to support her and steal a few squeezes on the round cheeks. Somehow, it's more enticing to fuck her when she is in her uniform. She looks good in anything, but this specific attire has you down to do anything for her.

So faster you go, faster you will. Yena hums happily, satisfied now with your pace. She lets you kiss her neck lovingly, but each of it on her inexperienced body makes her even more sensitive, in the best way possible. She holds you close the best she can to keep them at bay. One on her cheek and one on her pulse point... she absolutely arcs her body off the wall when you start to suck.

"H-ha!" Yena cries out. "That feels so good!"

Hot kisses are placed on her skin from there on after you discover what she likes. You are eager to make her and yourself feel good. You want to make this night one she will never forget, for all the good reasons.

"Seems like you're enjoying our honeymoon a lot, Yenari," you say mischievously. You have to laugh at yourself; you are just like a child playing pretend marriages. But you have to cut yourself some slack. Everyone was a child at some point, and, like Yena said, you have had a rough day.

But the marriage with her is something you believe in a hundred percent. You were married to her from the second she said "yes," even though now she says them because of something completely different: your cock penetrating her hole.

"Stop it," she giggles in the middle of a moan. "You're so embarrassing."

Remind her who she is calling embarrassing with a series of sharp thrusts. Her hole squeezes around you closer, if that were possible. Her eyes widen, too, and her jaw falls slack. Yena tries to say something again, but you have resumed your open-mouthed kisses on her jaw, and she is enjoying it too much to dream up another playful insult.

Her thighs squeeze the sides of your waist needily. They are a constant reminder that she wants this, and she wants you to do your all in fucking her against this wall. So, caress their soft deliciousness with straying fingers. Maybe, in a nearly impossible time when things get better, your head could have the opportunity to be trapped in between them instead of your hips. But you will take anything; Yena is simply too hot for there to be any complaints.

"Not so teasing now, huh, Yenari?"

Her hole was too tense at first. No matter the amount of insertions you have made in between their slick walls, they remain as knit together as possible. It is too much for your penis, which has little to no experience, but you have to keep pounding to let them relax. Now, they only squeeze every three seconds. Not a big change, but a welcome one for your virginal dick.

It isn't Yena's fault for it, however. It is not her fault that she is sensitive, loving every little touch you make on her figure, from the roams of your hand on her breasts and the jerk of your appendage. She's a little nervous, too, just like you, so you can never tell if the blush on her face is from the pleasure or the anxiety. No big matter, though. If it is the nervousness, you'll wash it away with tender kisses.

Tear her uniform lapels apart to see the best pair of breasts known to man: duck breast. They lie behind a white bra. Tear that off too, and proceed to lovingly caressing them. They are plump, but just big enough to fill most of your hand. You kiss them lovingly, and wonder what it would feel like to have them in your mouth.

Find out for yourself through a hands-on experiment. Your fingers linger on the action of squeezing her delectable ass under the green plaid skirt, but your mouth is somewhere else.

"Hmm, oh!" Yena whimpers quietly, full lips pulled down in an adorable pout. Your tongue slides on her perky nipples, which are pink in color, small and cute. Pinch the other gladly while the right enjoys your sucking. Yena's hot gasp hangs in the air for a long minute.

"Feels good, Yena?"

It's a rhetorical inquiry, but she answers anway. "Yes! So good! P-please, harder!"

Yena having a kink for her nipples being played with isn't something you knew you'd discover, but you are happy with the knowledge. Her gasps and pants are adorable, increasing in volume with the flicks of your tongue against the soft balls of her breasts. Add that your cock drilling her, and Yena is surely cumming, in accordance with your earlier mentioned quote:

Your girlfriend always comes first.

When Yena cums, it arrives unexpectedly. You are close yourself, but you do not expect the violent ride of her body on your cock, nor the needy scream she lets out. You are not prepared for the way she fills your vision and mouth with her breasts desperately. Neither for the cum she spurts on your uniform like a hose.

But that is just Yena: she is as unexpected as she is beautiful.

"Hnn, baby..." She bites her lip tightly at you pounding still. "So much. Too much. So... fucking... good! Nooo!"

Gaso as your cock exits her. You want to finish inside of her so bad and paint the tiny hole with your hot cum. But you have to pull out. You cannot risk Yena getting pregnant. You are not birthing a kid into this world right now. Besides, the two of you are only nineteen years old. It cannot be done.

"Yena, I'm sorry, but I had to—"

"Why did you stop?"

You are surprised to find out that Yena is crying. Full-on crying. Her brows are creased together in frustrarion, and she is covering her face, trying to control her emotions. But the disappointment is too great. The events of the whole week—Yujin's death, the gradual spread of the apocalypse, and the loss of everyone she holds dear—has finally overcome her. Yena sobs in between your arms, crying with all she can to let out all the pain.

"Hey, Yenari, it's alright." Hold her close. Rub the flat of her back up and down to cease the shivers it produces. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry."

"I wanted to cum again!" complains the sobbing Yena. "I wanted to cum again so bad, it felt so good, I don't want to stop! Please!"

"It's alright, we can do it again. I had to pull out, you know that right? We can't risk a kid. Do you want our kid to live fighting for their life everyday?"

"No," admits Yena tearfully. "But please, I wanted to cum so bad again! I need you, baby, please!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I got you with me. We can do it again. You like this?"

Fingers take the place of your cock and slip inside Yena's dripping orifice.

Yena's happy sigh is instant. "Yes, please!" The pout stays on her face, but barely muffled whimpers slip through the nonexistent space her lips make between each other. "That feels so nice!"

You settle for two fingers first. Yena's pussy takes them so well and adjusts to them faster than it did with your cock. Your fingertips brush over the textured pink walls, seeking the perfect spot. While you seek it out, Yena hums and whimpers, enjoying the depths your digits reaches.

She is still extremely wet from her last orgasm. She hasn't been touched like this before, so the dig of your fingers inside her causes a great squeeze to befall on them. It is a sign that she refuses to let them leave her insides without another high.

You are glad to give it to her. Work her up with slow yet blunt swirls on her glistening clitoris. It twitches with need, and your thumb presses on it more firmly to evoke greater reactions. It is a successful experiment; Yena moans a little louder. She allows you to lift her leg high in order to gain more access to her pussy.

"Hnnn, oh... I guess I should, um, jack you off, too?"

"T-that won't be necessary. I already came—oh fuck."

You don't mean to curse that loudly, especially since Yuri is asleep. However, it is impossible not to when Yena's tiny hand jerks off your cock so well. She does not bother to start off slow. She takes it by the base then yanks her way up and down. Your veins protrude against her smooth palm and is rubbed lovingly by them.

"This feels so hot," says Yena. Still on the tips of her toes because of your increased fingering, her fingers tighten around your shaft. "I don't know why... God, you're so good."

Your bodies squirm on each other's hands. Yena's nipples have erected again, looking more pinchable than ever. Give in to your desires. Take one of those adorable balls in between the digits of your free hand. Play with them. Rub them. Their stimulation sends urgent pulses on Yena's clit, which you rub more fervently. Then look up to see Yena's beautiful face contorted in pleasure: her open mouth, wide eyes that seal onto your observant ones, and her flushed cheeks.

How were you so lucky to steal this girl's heart? What did you do in your past life to be able to touch her like this? You have no idea, yet no complaint surfaces in your mind. You love all of Yena, and you will protect her until you die.

There's a beautiful wince on Yena's face. Learn that it's a foretold story of her nearing orgasm. She informs you of it, too. She looks at you urgently and whines: "Kiss me. I'm so close."

Do so with all the might left in your body. Most of it has been rendered out because of Yena's skillful masturbation. It doesn't disract you, though, from Yena's kiss. It's strangely strong—it is a little messy, due to her inexperience, but she sucks on your lip with determination, and opens her mouth wide to allow you to kiss her more. Or to let out the shrill cry that almost deafens you. Who knows? Who cares? You are too wrapped up in kissing her.

The warmth Yena feels gradually spreads from her clit to her whole body. The sight of your lengthy girth and the skilled pound of your fingers in between her wet lips are to credit for that, and also for her orgasm. She buries her mouth in your shoulder to scream out loudly. Yena vents out the euphoric feelings by madly jerking your cock, making you gasp, and effectively drawing the first rope of white cum from its thick tip.

Yena follows up with an orgasm of her own a bit afterwards. Her pussy quivers around your fingers, then clenches ever-so-tightly to wring out her climax. Waves and waves of pleasure rock Yena's body like a boat. You become her lifesaver; she clings onto you to keep sane, even if you are the one who administrates the thrusts.

In the end, there is only a mixture of white on the floor, two tired bodies, and the moon. It has become bright enough for you to see Yena's exhausted yet beautiful face smiling at you, the seductive bite of her plump lower lip, and—

An erect shadow?

No, look closer at it as you put on your jeans and underwear. It is dressed in the uniform skirt assigned to female students. How can that shadow be just a few yards away from you when all the zombie girls are outside?

"Yena," you say, the alarm clear in your voice.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, look!" you point to the shadow steadily arriving closer. "I can't be crazy, you see it, don't you?"

Yena raises a right eyebrow. "Yeah? And so? It's—ahhhh!"

You have no idea what she is screaming at, not until a pair of particularly sharp zombie fangs sink into your shoulder. The pain is immediate; you feel sickly, as if you are about to throw up. But your mind is racing wildly. How could this happen? Aren't the zombies outside?

Turn to look at your attacker. Finally recognize her. "What the fuck, Yuri?!"

"I'm sorry!" Yuri says. Her teeth are stained with red as she backs off. "I was afraid to tell you, and I got hungry so easily!"

Yena pulls you to her and glares at Yuri. People may see her as the bright cheerful duckling, but that is only because she becomes a different person when she is provoked. And right now, Yuri has made her very, very angry.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Yena screams.

Yuri shamefully raises her right arm. Your jaw and Yena's drop in sync. There, embedded in Yuri's skin, is a clear bite mark, fresh and new. Similar to the one on your shoulder.

On your shoulder...

Suddenly, the bile rises to your throat. You feel extremely ill. Your body temperature rises up and you feel your vision becoming gray.

Why does Yena look so delicious? She stands in the corner, yelling at Yuri, but Yuri hears none of it. Like you, her eyes are locked onto Yena's skin.

She can take the illness away. She will make you feel better instantly. Yena just looks like the prettiest and most delicious girl ever. But somehow, in the back of your mind, something is telling you to stop.

Too bad you have already taken a bite of her.

[simpforchuchu]

Hey chu! I saw your requests were open again and I was wondering if we can get a continuation of that neighbors shoji fic?

Neighbor | Shoji Sameoka x reader PART2

a/n: Hello, I’m struggling about writing too much these days but here it is🫡 It is all fluffy and soft 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of blood and scars but fluffy

Part1

Shoji smiled when he saw the young girl looking nervously towards the stairs where he was sitting and turning her head after leaving the apartment. For a few days - since that night - she had been looking at Shoji but not speaking. Shoji could clearly see that she wanted to control him but couldn't because she was afraid of those around him.

The young boy had seen her for the first time a long time ago in a supermarket. She was choosing something from the shelf with her two girlfriends next to her. He recognized the school uniform, it was from a girls' high school near here. But he had never seen the young girl before.

When one of her friends saw him looking at them, she grabbed the young girl's arm and warned the young girl.

“We better go now, Ebara students are here.”

Shoji knew he didn't look scary, but he couldn't say the same about his looks. Besides, being a student of Ebara was reason enough. The school's reputation was not very good.

But the girl whose arm was being held turned her head and looked at him. She didn't say anything or react. She just looked at him and Shoji felt a feeling he had never felt before wash over his body.

“Y/n-chan, let's go.”

When her friend called out again, the girl turned her head and walked away with her friends.

“Y/n… she has a pretty name.” Shoji muttered and smiled. He took a coke from the fridge and walked to the cashier.

But when he came there, he saw that girl scolding two punks for not giving their turn to an old lady. She was an interesting girl. She was obviously scared, he could see it, but she was still doing what she thought was right.

Shoji couldn't help but smile when he remembered the day he first met her. From that day on, he began to see that the girl lived in the opposite building and would often run to school because she was late.

And like her, Shoji must have caught the young girl's attention because she always looked at him and then moved on.

That day, he felt angry when students from his school shouted at her. He was more angry than usual and he didn't know why.

And no matter what happened that evening, she carried him. Even though he told her many times to leave him there, she didn't. She took him home, cleaned his wounds, and no matter how scared she was, she did what she thought was right.

Shoji Sameoka wanted to get to know this interesting girl.

Even if he gave her his number, he knew that girl wouldn't call him. Even if she needed help or was in trouble, y/n wouldn't call him.

But it wasn't as he told her.He lied to avoid scaring her. Because he still thought that someone might have seen her helping him and they could hurt her.

That's why he had been secretly watching her for a while, wanting to make sure she was safe.He wanted to be careful, especially in the evenings.

Nothing happened as Shoji feared. It was another one of those evenings where he was following her and she seemed safe. He was also afraid of being seen by her, he looked like a pervert right now.

When he saw the young girl standing next to a tree, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He didn't know what she was trying to do. Then he saw her take out a packet of cat food from her bag. He smiled, she looks cute.

He saw her trying to call the cats by waving the food in her hand. She looked pretty silly, but she was cute. Then he saw some kittens. They were coming towards her from across the road.

The young girl spilled the food at under the tree and wanted to step aside. But when she turned around, she didn't notice the stone on the ground and tripped. She found herself on the ground.

Shoji stared at her in surprise for a few seconds. He couldn't decide whether to help or not. But after a few seconds he smiled when he saw the young girl sitting on the ground shaking her hands and laughing.

He walked towards her slowly, as if he was passing by. The young girl looked at him as she put the food package into her bag.

"May I ask why you're sitting on the floor?"

The young girl raised her head at the familiar voice she heard and looked at the boy smiling at her in surprise.

“Shoji-kun…”

When Shoji looked at the young girl's knees, he saw that it was bleeding. He frowned and pointed with his hand.

"Do you need help ?"

Y/n looked down at her knees and shook her head.

“It's okay, I can get up.”

The young girl slowly get up from the ground, but when she put her weight on her feet, she winced in pain. Shoji helped her by holding her arm.

“I think it's time to pay back, hop on my back. I will carry you.”

When Y/n looked at him in surprise, Shoji rolled his eyes. He took off his cardigan and tied it around the young girl's waist. Then he slowly crouched down on the ground

Even though Y/n still couldn't understand it, she did as he said. She slowly wrapped her arms around the young boy's neck and Shoji supported her legs.

After walking in silence for a few seconds, y/n asked shyly

“Am I too heavy?”

Shoji wanted to laugh at her shy tone, but he didn't.

"Yes"

“Huh? Really ?"

Shoji laughed and shook his head

“If I couldn't carry you, I wouldn't be offering help. Don't worry."

Y/n nodded first but then said she understood, thinking he wouldn't see it.

Then she asked again to mess with him a bit

“Should I believe this was a coincidence? Or are you following me?

Shoji rolled his eyes

“Why would I follow you?”

“Maybe you're a pervert?” y/n said mockingly.

“Is this said by someone who took off my shirt while I was unconscious?” Shoji smiled and y/n replied in panic.

“Your clothes were bloody and you had scars on your chest!”

Shoji laughed at the young girl's panicked tone and shook his head.

When Y/n saw that he wasn't serious, she hugged his neck a little tighter and rested her head on his shoulder. Shoji smiled and said nothing.

After a while, they arrived in front of y/n's house. Shoji walked the young girl to the door of her apartment and gently lowered her to the ground.

“Don't forget to clean your knees, they can get infected.”

Y/n nodded slowly.

“Thank you, I gave you trouble.”

Shoji laughed and patted the young girl's head

“This is nothing compared to what you did, y/n-chan.”

Y/n smiled and nodded. Before Shoji leaves, she wanted to ask the question that was bothering her.

“Shoji-kun… You called me by my name when you left last time… But I never told you my name…”

The boy smiled, understanding what Y/n wanted to ask.

“I knew you were wondering about this. If you really want to learn-“

Y/n nodded and the young boy laughed.

“If you come to the festival with me on Saturday, I will give you the answer to your question.”

Shoji headed towards the stairs as Y/n looked at the young boy's face in surprise. He took his phone out of his pocket and showed it to her.

“I'm waiting for your answer y/n-chan, good night.”

Before Y/n could say anything, he was already walking down the stairs. Shoji Sameoka was weird but Y/n knew she loved that weirdness…

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg

[sometimesibewriting]

Bad Boys Never win

✨Summary: You go to Karakura Town High School a school known for gangs and delinquents. While leaving at the end of a school day you encounter trouble, that you believe you can handle but once that trouble starts it turns out to be more than you can handle

📃Wordcount: Around 3K

💙I saw the Bleach April Fools dating sim back in April and this idea popped into my head and I got to writing. I always loved this look on Uryu since the day I found the official art on Pinterest. So happy to see it redone in an anime-like style if if it was for an April Fool's joke.

❌Warnings: Cursing, violence against women, talk of blood and injuries.

❤️AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49720216

It was your decision not to get involved with the students of Karakura High, you just wanted to have peace. Little did you know keeping your head down and out of trouble made you a target.

Getting good grades gets people intrigued in you, but mix that with going out of your way to not interact with anyone, and people get the idea that you think you are better than them. Joining a gang was law here and not doing that also put you in the spotlight.

Your arms felt like they were going to fall off as you tried to scrub the profanity on the desk, “They really used a good marker this time.” You said to yourself as you dipped the rag in water again.

“You know my offer still stands.”

You rolled your eyes, Where did she even come from? You looked up to see Rukia Kuchiki, who was the leader of one of the most influential girl gangs in school.

Rukia jumped off the desk she was sitting on and stood in front of you looking down at the words. They were slightly smudging but she could still read them.

Ignoring her you scrubbed harder. "I'm offering you a helping hand. Join my group and I'll make sure stuff like this never happens." Rukia's tone was serious.

"What's the catch?" You weren’t interested but it wouldn’t hurt to entertain the idea, Rukia smirked. “Smart. I need a tutor and seeing as you are in the top Te-”

“Absolutely not.” You cut her off.

Rukia gave you a look that would scare most people as you dried the table the words weren't gone but they were now unreadable due to smudging. You threw the cloth over your shoulder and walked away struggling with the bucket. Rukia grabbed one side.

“My brother has been cutting my allowance due to my dropping grades but I do have money saved, I can pay you, and on top of that I can offer you protection.”

The last thing you needed was to be seen with Rukia Kuchiki, even if it was just to study. You paused as if thinking about her proposition. "I've been at this school two years I'm used to how the students treat me, protection is the least of my worries. I'm sorry but you'll have to find another tutor." 

Without another word, you grabbed the bucket from her and left the classroom.

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Despite it being late afternoon there were students lingering after school. You would think delinquents would want to leave the school grounds as soon as possible yet they stayed to do who knows what. You walked through the halls towards the back of the school as it was the faster path to take. A bunch of guys hung around a fence, you paid them no mind.

"Hey!" 

One of them shouted. You kept walking as if you didn't hear him almost reaching the exit, suddenly someone violently grabbed your arm. "Didn't hear me talking to you? Huh?" He sneered looking you all over, once he realized who you were he laughed. "You one of those top students ain't yah? Say we need help with homework care to come with us." He looked over to his group of friends who had devilish smiles on their faces.  "Will give you drinks as a thank you."

You took note of the white ties and school uniforms it was obviously Nnoitra and his group. They were known for forcing girls to date them and do other things. Just your luck. 

"Why does everyone suddenly need a tutor..." You said to yourself, taking your arm out of his grip and walking off once again.

"That wasn't something you could say no to." You knew he was coming at you. When Nnoitra reached you, you turned around and kicked him in the nuts he let out a sharp gasp. His whole team looked at you in shock.

"You should have seen that coming from a mile away."

These words broke them out of their shocked trance as they ran to grab you. It was pretty easy to dodge them all, with each dodge you made sure to back up closer to the exist. That was until one of his henchmen put his leg out behind you causing you to fall.

“Shit.”

Your skirt got caught on the fence ripping it slightly, thank god you wore safety shorts every day. 

"Girl with a smart mouth but no sense, I can't wait to shut you up. Fuck her up." Nnoitra said with wide-crazed eyes. He had somewhat recovered "I want the last hit as payback doe." You tried to get up but were pushed down every time. 

One of Nnoitra’s henchmen had you by the collar and was about to hit you. While you closed your eyes you traced back all of your decisions, trying to figure out where it all went wrong all while accepting the fact that they were going to beat you. You opened your eyes no punch ended up landing.

Instead, the guy fell to the ground screaming in pain. "Hurting a girl on school grounds, are you really that dumb?" You looked up and saw a guy with glasses and slick back hair. Of course, you recognized him from Kurosaki's gang but his name escaped you at the moment.

"Ishida." Nnoitra snorted. "My lucky day huh?" Ishida pushed up his glasses and then sighed. "Unfortunately it is not mine..." 

Uryu. Uryu Ishida. The name now comes to you had seen it on the grades listing, he was a top student, number one in fact.

"Make sure to get him and get him good," Nnoitra commanded. All three guys ran at Uryu, he took the book that was in his hands and threw it at the guy to his left causing him to fall. 

The guy in the middle came at him but he dodged it. Uryu was able to land a punch on him but the middle guy didn't go down.

A guy to Uryu's right slammed into his side but Uryu stayed standing. The guy then began punching him, Uryu lifted his leg and slammed it into him as the guy went to catch his breath causing him to fall to his knees and then lay down. A crowd of leftover students was now starting to form at the windows of the school. 

Sadly that left him open and Uryu got punched in the face. He staggered a bit his nose bleeding, he wiped it with his sleeve and went back to fighting. You were in awe at his fighting, Uryu really had skill. "I guess that's why he's in Kurosaki's gang." you thought as you watched.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you were picked up and slammed right into the fence. "I didn't forget about you," Nnorita yelled at you. He raised his leg to kick, knowing exactly where he was aiming you put up your hand to block the blow.

Nnorita staggered a little and then slumped over you, blood could be seen falling from his head. "Who da..." He healed his head and turned around. All his henchmen were on the dirt-filled school grounds, and Uryu stood right behind him. 

"You wanna leave the damn girl alone?" He fixed his glasses so they now lay straight on his face. Nnorita turned around with a scream and went to punch him. Uryu dodged it but it was a fake out and he was hit with Nnorita's left, the blow landing on his stomach causing Uryu to fall to his knees. As he went down Nnorita kicked him in the same place. Uryu was trying hard to catch his breath it also sounded like he was trying not to bring up his lunch as well.

Nnorita turned back to you putting his hands around your neck and squeezing. Was he serious? He was really trying to kill you on school grounds.  You wasted no time taking a finger from each of his hands and bending it backward, breaking both of them. The pain was so severe that Nnorita had to lean his shoulder on the fence for support, he let out a roar. 

Nnorita was in a lot of pain and he wasn’t fighting back. Uryu took this opportunity to get up from the ground. He picked Nnorita up by his collar slamming him against the fence. "I don't want to see you or your group hurt a girl on school grounds ever again. If I do I'll make sure you won't recover." Uryu’s voice was straightforward and stern but it did not scare you.

Nnorita shook his head in agreement, only to be slammed back into the fence, a whimper escaping his lips. "I need you to say it." Nnorita shook his head again and in a raspy voice said, "I promise...I promise to not hurt a girl on school grounds again, you have my word." With that, Uryu dropped him and walked to pick up his book. He brushed it off. "Glad I didn't bring a library book today..." 

The crowd that had formed at the school windows broke away as if nothing had happened. Uryu turned to look at you, your legs didn't move even though your mind wanted them to. He looked you up and down as he walked. He squatted in front of you causing you to flinch. "Didn't mean to startle you but your skirt's ripped." He said looking it over.

"Oh." Your cheeks warmed up as you looked down at the tare in his hands, he stood up. "I can fix it for you, that is…if you want me to.” He looked away pushing his glasses up his beatup face.

"You-you don't have to I think you did enough."

"You could also use some first aid."

That was when you noticed that you had some scrapes and cuts, his wounds seemed to be way worse than yours though. Bruised up face, a cut lip, and dried blood resting under his nose his breathing was also still staggered. It was a miracle he was still standing.

"I think you need it more than I do. In fact, we should probably get you to a hospital."

"I am definitely not going to the hospital," Uryu said with a tone that sent a chill down your spine. "We can go to the infirmary. I shouldn’t have a problem getting a key." He simply stated with a cold tone.

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You sat on a cot looking around the infirmary as Uryu walked around the room grabbing things in complete silence. He stopped in front of you and extended his hand, a pair of gym pants in it.

"Here change into these so I can fix the skirt."

This was awkward, so awkward.

You closed the curtain and changed into the sweatpants, then handed him the skirt. Uryu pulled out a mini sewing kit from his uniform pocket. "You...carry around a sewing kit?" Curiosity and confusion mixed as you spoke. 

"Am I not allowed to?" He said as he began pinning up the skirt. 

"I didn't say that it's just-"

"That you wouldn't expect me to be into sewing." Uryu shot a glance at you as he finished your sentence. You felt as if you said something wrong. To distract yourself from the weird atmosphere you began to patch yourself up.

Ironically you both finished at the same time, he handed you the skirt and you looked it over, it was almost like there was never a tare he really had talent. 

 "You're welcome. Make sure to return the sweatpants tomorrow." He began to pack up his mini sewing kit.

"Wait..." He hummed in response. "Aren't you going to patch yourself up?" You asked. "I can do that when I get home." He simply answered. 

That was when you walked up to him, Uryu looked at you puzzled, and without warning you put both hands on the side of his face. His cheeks turned red but this went unnoticed by you as the bruises hid the color. 

"Isn't your mom going to say something when she sees this?”

“My mom…’ Uryu whispered to himself, his whole expression changing. It was obvious that you had brought up something. You cursed yourself for that and searched your mind to change the subject to something else.

'Why don't I patch you up?" He took your hands off his face. "Absolutely not!"

"It's my thank you. You saved me from a creep and sewed up my skirt. It's the least I can do."

"Well, I-"

You cut him off. "You never took off your glasses during the fight, so I can assume you can't see the best without them. You're going to have to take them off to patch yourself up. You're not going to be able to see what you're doing. Am I right?"

Uryu sighed slightly annoyed. "Your quiet observant..."

"It doesn't take that many brain cells to figure out your blind." Uryu pushed up his glasses. "I'm not blind, I just can't see that well without something to correct my vision." He closed his eyes thinking, then reopened them a few seconds later. "I don't have much homework to do, so I guess it's fine."

Without any hesitation, you grabbed the first aid kit and he sat down taking off his glasses. You walked up and put your hand on his face moving it around gently. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice facial structure? You should model." You dabbed the bloody spots with the soaked cotton swob.

"No, nor do I have an interest in such a thing."

"Lost cause." You tossed the cotton swab and grabbed another one putting alcohol on it, this time you dabbed it on the cut on his nose. His eyebrows frowned but his straight face remained causing you to chuckle.

"What's so funny?”' He asked nonchalantly. "You trying to keep a straight face like you have an image to uphold."

"I kind of do." 

"Oh really." You threw the cotton swab in the trash can and placed a bandaid on the cut. “I am a part of Kurosaki’s gang, I kind of have to look tough in order to not bring down their representation.” You walked away and came back with an ice pack in hand. 

“I promise not to tell anyone if you whine or whimper.” You sarcastically said placing the ice pack on his face. "Didn’t know the gang was that well known.”

"You didn't?” He looked at you with an air of suspicion. “I don’t have much interest in the gang life here. I’m not even a part of one. I just want to graduate and move on with my life.”

Uryu raised an eyebrow at you, finding interest in what you had said. “So…that means you have no protection here.” He he lifted his hand but quickly put it back down as he remembered he had no glasses on.

"I'm surviving. All they do is bully me for being stuck up. The worst is they spread a rumor but those die down after a few days." He was looking at you, your eyes beginning to water.

You wondered why they did that, you didn’t care what they did to you but for some reason saying it out loud made you feel…empty and alone. Your face was blurry to him but he could tell you were upset. Uryu put his hand on yours as you held the ice pack.

“Dosn’t it get lonely?” He asked knowing exactly what loneliness felt like, she had no one, and that had him concerned. Uryu knew how it felt to be belittled and have no one to go to or talk to. That road was empty and endless, that was how he ended up at this school despite his good grades. Even though he was at odds with them sometimes, if he didn’t join Kurosaki’s gang, where would he be? Probably in and out of jail and forgotten by his father.

You stayed silent not wanting to answer his question, he spoke. “I understand that feeling too well, you should definitely talk to someone. I know this is out of place for me but if you ever feel lonely you can come and talk to me if I have time."

“Uryu…” You said in a whisper.

He looked up at you with wide eyes.

"Your kind of... crushing my hand,” That was when he noticed that he had a hard grip on your hand. “Sor-sorry.” He stuttered and took his hand off of yours, you also removed yours causing the ice pack to drop.

"I got it." Uryu beat you to it but hit his head on the table on his way back up. “Damn.” He said as placed the ice pack on his head, you tried to hide your laugh but couldn't, bursting into laughter. Despite the new pain he ended up smiling cause you weren’t upset anymore.

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By the time you both walked out of the school, the sky was a deep blue and the streetlights were on. “Do you mind if I walk you home?” Uryu asked. You looked taken aback, he cleared his throat. 

“It’s late. I don’t think it’s smart to let you walk home on your own. Especially after what happened today.” He explained, you looked at him with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind.”  

The walk wasn’t that eventful, you asked him questions here and there but his answers were quick and abrupt. Uryu didn’t talk much either it was mainly you starting conversations. Despite this, it didn’t feel all that long and you were almost home.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Uryu pushed up his glasses. "Seeing as you've been asking them all evening I guess I wouldn't mind another."  For some reason, you found the way he talked endearing, though most people would see it as rude. 

“Why did you help me today?" Uryu looked up at the dark sky. "Do I need a reason to protect someone?"

You shrugged at his answer, and he sighed. “Well, beating up a girl for refusing advances is quite gross. They needed some sense beat into them.”

“Thank you.” You blurted out, he looked at you straight-faced.

“There's no need for that, it's just common sense."

"I mean, you could have just left me after you won yet you took time to fix my skirt and see if I was okay, that was sweet of you."

"Sweet of me," Uryu said to himself, a rosey tint forming on his cheeks. “Oh, we're here.” You said looking at the apartment complex. 

"Thanks again," you repeated snapping him out of his trance. You turned toward the stairs away from him and turned right back. "Do you...mind if I get your number?” 

Uryu looked at you wide-eyed. "My number?" Confusion could be heard in his voice. “You said you understood the feeling of being lonely so I thought…maybe we can exchange numbers, so if we ever felt lonely we could just text each other.” You played with the strap of your bag.

You just met this guy and now you were asking for his number. While every fiber of your being wanted to crawl under a rock. Something made you determined to stay in touch with the young man.

“I guess..it couldn’t hurt.” He answered as he took out his phone. “I will warn you that I might take time to answer back. I still have school duties as a class president.” 

“Really?!?! I didn’t know you were president of your class.” You looked at him with shock, Uryu smiled at you. “I see you truly don’t keep up with what happens at this school.” Both of you exchanged numbers and bid each other a good night.

______________________________________________________________

Uryu sat on his bed staring at your contact on his phone. He was wracking his head around today's events. How he met you and how you just blatantly asked for his number.

It was all very random but it made him happy. It was a weird and new feeling for him but he welcomed it. The phone he held in his hand vibrated, he flipped it open and read the text immediately;

Srry for the late reply. Glad you got home safe, hope to see you soon.

He closed the phone with a smile on his face.

[tobiasdrake]

The Disappearance of Nagato Yuki-chan, Episode 3 - Haruhi Suzumiya!!

Despite my wishes for Yuki to be allowed to be happy, my character is here to fuck everything up and make everyone miserable. Let's go!

Given the lack of supernatural forces in this show, my money's on Love Triangle antagonist.

Oh thank Haruhi, she's still an asshole. Gonna be honest, the pleasant evening Yuki had with her last episode made me nervous that they'd sanded her edges off.

I'm still so nervous. I can feel her getting ready to create conflict.

She's here to get revenge against Yuki for stealing her God powers, by stealing Yuki's boyfriend. Who. Yuki. Also stole from her.

...okay so if Haruhi drowns Yuki in the nearest river it could reasonably be argued to be justified but I still don't wanna let her.

PROCESSING. PROCESSING. PROCESSING.

SYSTEM CRASH

This program has performed an illegal operation and had to be shut down.

You can take the girl out of the robot but you can't take the robot out of the girl.

"Sorry Haruhi but we don't have time to talk about aliens because we need to meet up with Ryoko Asakura."

The show did that on purpose. XD And I appreciate it.

She was going to kidnap Santa Claus! Not just meet him. She planned a full-on abduc--

Yo is that a bag of CEMENT!? Haruhi. Haruhi. I desperately need you to explain what the plan last night was.

Haruhi rejecting Yuki's gratitude on the grounds of, "Fuck you, I'm a selfish prick so you go ahead and take this credit for your personal achievement on yourself. The meanest possible way to build another person up.

This resonates with me so hard. Like. Actually, Haruhi's wrong. This is Individualist propaganda. It's okay to lean on others for support. Humans are social creatures.

But Haruhi's a selfish, violent misanthrope. She's young, stupid, and full of herself. So for her this is super endearing. I love that Haruhi gets soft moments but they're always filtered through the lens of Haruhi's personal shittiness.

HAHAHAHA It's okay I don't think she saw us HAHAHAHAHA

This show is so fucking good oh my god.

Every time I see Ryoko's cooking in closeup, I'm reminded of the fact that anime food must always, always be the most high-resolution incredible art imaginable. We don't want a repeat of the Bad Cabbage Incident that brought cultural shame to anime as a whole.

Thanks to badly drawn cabbage, drawing food so photorealistic that it ends up higher-quality than the animation around it is now a way of flexing in anime.

Oh shit, we're officially her friends.

It was a plot point in the Disappearance movie that Haruhi would have trouble getting in the school. Visibly wearing another school's uniform makes it clear that she's not supposed to be here.

How will Haruhi solve that problem this time around?

Fuck you, rules are fake. Anything is legal if you sprint fast enough.

XD I am so anxietous about my character being back in the show and yet so happy to see her. That's mah girl! She's here to make trouble!

Okay I said it before but.

I was worried last episode that they were sanding off Haruhi's edges. Making her nicer. Less shamelessly criminal. But no. This episode has put all of those concerns to rest.

Haruhi changed both herself and Itsuki into Kyon Gym Clothes Haruhi and Itsuki so fast I could practically hear her saying, "Oi! Kyon! We need to wardrobe-reference the movie so GIMME." In the movie, they had to wear Kyon's gym clothes because they were out in the streets trying to figure out a way to look inconspicuous with limited resources.

Here in the school building under no pressing urgency and with Haruhi's criminal proclivities, I feel like there were a million other ways they could blend in. They're doing this just because they did it in the movie.

Not a fan of that. For the last two episodes, the show's done a great job of blazing its own trail, which is what I like to see out of AU stories. While Haruhi shouting "Kyon! Gym clothes! Now!" so she can change into one of her other Movie Costumes feels inorganic and overly referential.

I love that Itsuki has taken Kyon's job of being Haruhi's luggage. And yet, there is an unmistakable flaw in Haruhi's approach. Well. Two flaws, given that the other is "This is not a magic world".

My bestie likes to feed birds on our balcony. They leave out a bowl of seed, and the birds come by and eat. They also leave peanuts for some of the larger birds like blue jays. Consequently, we have birds coming and going from our balcony all the time.

Our cat is very intrigued by this. During the day in spring and summer, he loves to go out on the balcony and hunt the birds. He can't wait to get his claws into a nice, juicy bird. The idea captivates him.

So we let him out onto the balcony and he hunts. By which I mean, he climbs up on the table and sits his ass next to the bowl. In plain sight. Supremely visible. And then he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

To date, he has never caught a bird. For some reason, the birds are reluctant to come to the balcony when a visible predator is sitting next to their food bowl. His enthusiasm is great, but he has produced a 0% success rate not because birds don't exist, but because birds will not approach under the conditions he creates.

That's her. That is Haruhi. She's dragging Itsuki around by the ear so that she can be nearby when he reveals his true secret nature. Failing to realize that he will never reveal his true secret nature (even if he still had one) so long as she is around to see it. That's what makes it secret.

Last night's Santa experiment is very much the same. Santa never sprang Haruhi's trap. But is that because Santa does not exist? Yes. But more importantly, even if he did exist, Santa would be unlikely to drop what he's doing to go to a random park just because some girl standing nearby wrote a message saying "HEY COME HERE I HAVE CAKE".

Haruhi's methodology needs a lot of work. Her self-absorption deprives her of the subtlety required to create an effective trap.

YUKI NO

DO NOT SURRENDER CONTROL OF YOUR CLUB LIKE THIS

You worked so hard for this. Do not let Haruhi take her powers back control of your club away from you!

Ryoko! RYOKO COME DO SOMETHING

Oh thank Haruhi, Ryoko is here to fuck up Haruhi. We're good. Everything's fine. That girl doesn't even go to our school. There is no way Lawful Menace is going to stand for this.

SHE STOOD FOR THIS WHAT THE FUCK

Ryoko no you were our last hope

I do admit, I'm interested to see where this is going to go. Ryoko didn't get to interact with Haruhi, like, at all back in the original show 'cause it was so Kyon-centric. And also 'cause she died moved to Canada.

I said before that I like it when AU stories go in new directions rather than trying to skew too close to the original source material, and letting Haruhi and Ryoko hang out is certainly a new direction.

(continued in reblog)

[tadhgoftheforest]

Facing down the last summer of his—hopefully—final and last senior year at Hawkins High, Eddie Munson gets a job at the newly opening Starcourt Mall's Waldenbooks—like the closet nerd that he is. On break one day, he finds out delightedly that there's a campy nautical ice cream shop called Scoops Ahoy, which to his even bigger delight has Steve Harrington dressed up in the most childish, goofiest, Halloween style sailor's uniform. The sight of that uniform gets Eddie into trouble staking out Scoops everyday. Misunderstanding endsues and Eddie has to figure out how to get out of the mess his crush and that dumb uniform have gotten him into without outing himself.

=

Walking through the mall in the early afternoon, he'd thought no one would be here cause it was early. People had shit to do. But evidently not seeing as how it seemed to be fairly busy. It left him stepping around people and nearly running into a bunch of kids as they tore through the place shouting and screaming. The shrill shouting and screaming also directed him away from the side of the food court that had the Orange Julius and to the other side.

Brain still on the come up, it took him a few minutes to register that he'd sat in front of Scoops Ahoy!—a nautical themed ice cream shop. Eddie's jaw dropped, lips curling into an open mouth smile, as he stared at the place with glee. Absolutely horrifying. The biggest worst idea ever. He desperately wanted to know who was working there and what their uniforms looked like. He imagined that working at that place was literally the bottom of the barrel.

He'd shoved out of his chair and made his way closer, trying to get a glimpse of whoever was at the counter. Absolutely slammed, he couldn't see through the throng of people. So he snagged a table just inside and idly watched, jaw cradled against his palm, elbow jammed uncomfortably against the slick top of the wood table.

Taking gulps of his coffee, he watched kids running all over the store, pointing and shouting as they ordered what they wanted. Parents arguing with kids. Temper tantrums from younger ones. Giggles from clusters of girls as they talked with their heads together, sometimes leaning out of the circle to look at someone behind the counter before starting to giggle again. Some lothario must be back there, then. Anticipation sat heavily on his chest. He just wanted to see the uniform. Wanted a good laugh before he left. Because other than sitting here, waiting on the edge of his seat, there was nothing else holding his interest. He'd decided he'd head home for a few hours and loiter there before driving back to loiter here, but now in the company of friends.

And then the line cleared enough that he could see who was working. He recognized Robin from band. He'd been in band in middle school, interested in trying to play the drums. He'd been on his way out of middle, she just coming in. It's also how he'd met the other guys in the band. Gareth—also just coming in—had the most talent out of everyone on the drumline and had been the most interested when Eddie had started talking about the band. It's how he'd ended up with the younger, curly haired guy being in Corroded Coffin, demolishing the drums while he'd switched to guitar. But apparently him and Robin had made friends in band, so he'd heard and seen about her often enough over the past four years.

Buckley just couldn't win. First, she had that ugly green marching uniform, complete with feathered cap. And now this. A sailor's uniform. But not anything worthy and as professional looking at the marching band outfit, no. This abomination was closer to what he might find for Halloween.

He felt like the Grinch, mouth curling and curling and curling at the edges, delight just tickling his insides. Especially once he caught sight of who she was slinging ice cream alongside. Steve Harrington.

He needed a camera. Desperately. He had to have photographic evidence of the most perfect guy in Hawkins degrading himself like this for money. He had to be seriously desperate for money.

What started as delight quickly started turning towards dread, smile slowly falling off Eddie's face. He sat there watching, head in his hand, as Steve was flirting with a couple of girls at the counter. He looked bashful, boyish. Cute. His little white cap, shouting 'Ahoy', pulling his lion's mane of hair back and off his face. The way the little knot tied in front, almost comically long, made it seem like a boy playing at dress up in his father's clothes. He was smiling, laughing, biting his lip. Looking up from under his lashes as he scooped ice cream, hands out of sight behind the counter.

Fuck. God damn him.

Eddie shoved away from the table, chair screeching in the rancorous din of the lively mall. He quickly stood and hurried away, not quite jogging but definitely not walking away. He tried to keep his eyes to himself, but they lingered on Harrington, drinking in how boyish and cute he looked.

As Eddie nearly ran back to Waldenbooks and through the store and out to his car, all he could think about was how he was going to have to quit. He didn't think he could be in the same place as Harrington as long as he knew the man was wandering around looking like that while he worked. It was one thing to have an idle crush on the douchebag, undressing him with his eyes while at school. It was another thing entirely to suddenly not be free of his unfortunate crush even during the summer. And he looked cute! It was fucking unfair. He was so mad at himself. Not just for liking a straight guy, but an unfairly attractive straight guy that was an absolute utter dickbag. He had no right to look cute and attractive. Absolutely no right. You can't be hot and an asshole.

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