#like basketball or tennis with a handful of friends

[sleebyconfy]

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[aemondsbabe]

Give Me an O!

summary: billy walks in on you in a bit of a compromising situation, and you finally go after what you want

pairing: billy hargrove x cheerleader!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, reader is very flexible, minor injury it's fine, piv sex, unprotected sex oopsy daisy, public sex technically, hand over mouth, fingering, breast/nipple play if you blink, dirty talk, reader's hair is long enough that she can have a ponytail but no other physical descriptors are used, billy is a himbo, steve harrington cameo

word count: 5k

a/n: finally getting around to a request from @sweetshifter! thank you for the idea bby & i hope ya enjoy! also, my first time writing for stranger things! yay! images in the header are for aesthetic purposes only!

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“You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Your best friend asks as she slings her gym bag over her shoulder, “I don’t mind staying a couple minutes.”

“Nah,” you shrug, still panting a little from practice as you lean to the side with a little sigh, stretching down toward your leg, “You go on, I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

“Alright, cool,” she chirps, glossy lips flicking up into that sincere, beaming smile that had become her signature, “Bye!” She calls over her shoulder as she turns, white tennis shoes thumping against the shiny wooden floor as your name echoes around the gym. 

“Bye, Chrissy!” You reply with a smile, glancing up as the heavy metal doors at the side of the room click closed, leaving you alone for the time being. 

With a tired huff, you check your watch, one that matched Chrissy’s exactly – gold with a baby pink face. You’d gotten them at the mall last summer, a joint birthday present. 

4:34pm.

A sigh leaves your lips as you lunge forward, hands planted firmly on your hips as you try to ignore the slight burn in your thigh. So, that’s… like, forty-five minutes until basketball practice starts, you think, eyes pointed up at the white metal ceiling as you do mental math, trying to figure out exactly how long you’ll have to work on your stretches. 

Deciding to give yourself a few more minutes before calling it a day, you breathe out steadily through your pursed lips as you switch sides and lunge forward again, savoring the light burn in your calf. After a fifteen second count, you move onto your hands and knees, needing to stretch out your back. 

You hum softly under your breath, one hand planted firmly against the blue tumbling mat beneath you as the other reaches back and grabs onto one of your ankles, your limbs forming a graceful arch above you. A small grunt leaves you as you pull your leg up as high as you can, before dropping it down and reaching back with your other hand to do the other side. Mid-pose, you swear you hear one of the gym doors click open, the one out to the hallway with the locker rooms and various storage closets judging by the direction, but you’re so focused on holding your pose, you honestly can’t be sure. 

Huffing, you decide to just ignore it – Probably just the janitor or something, you think, keeping your eyes focused, once again, on the white metal ceiling as you roll over onto your back. 

Breathing steadily, you let your eyes slip closed as you press both legs together before slowly lifting them up, using your hands and elbows to support your back as you lift onto your shoulders. Wincing slightly at the twinge of pain from your left one, you work through it, trying to keep your breath steady. As your green and gold cheer skirt pools at your waist, you silently pray that if it is a janitor, that it’s at least not the creepy one.

Slowly but surely, you work both legs up and over your head until the tips of your white sneakers press into the mat, your arms planted firmly onto the floor for support. 

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, you count silently, breathing a little shakily as you focus on balancing… and on ignoring your shoulder. 

Suddenly, a loud wolf-whistle cuts through the silence of the gym, punctuated by a few slow claps and the heavy footsteps of someone walking across the wooden gym floor. 

“Aah!” You squeak as you topple to the side, concentration thoroughly broken. Huffing, you prop yourself up on one elbow as your head snaps up, eyes already narrowed into an irritated glare. Upon seeing who it is, you can’t help but sneer.

“Can I help you, Hargrove?” You sigh, exasperated, rolling your eyes as you angle both legs out in a side split, determined to get through your stretches even with the added annoyance of Billy’s presence.

“Just admiring the view, princess,” he drawls, blue eyes trailing up the length of each of your spread legs in a way that makes your cheeks flush, “You’re real good at that, aren’t you?” He questions, plump lips quirked up into that signature, flirtatious smirk. 

“Good at what?” You ask, brows furrowing as you bend over to the left, easily grasping the toe of your tennis shoe as the muscles in your legs stretch into a taut, familiar ache. 

He chuckles at that, hands on his hips as he studies you, the spicy, woodsy smell of his cologne filling the space around you. He cocks his head to the side, pearly white teeth flashing every few seconds as he chews a piece of gum. 

“Stretching,” he all but purrs, golden curls blowing slightly from the large fans that hum loudly on the ceiling. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he ogles at you, watching carefully as you bend to the right, “I bet it’d be really easy to just fold you up like a pretzel, huh, sweets?” 

With a sigh, you finally let yourself relax for a moment and tilt your head up to look at the boy as you lean back on your hands, your ponytail swishing across your shoulder blades as you do. 

“In your dreams, Billy,” you murmur, trying to keep the expression on your face plaid, wholly uninterested, which is easier said than done. 

You don’t like Billy, and you’re very quick to correct anyone who says you do, even if it is just friendly teasing. But, well, there’s something about him that just draws people into his orbit – charisma combined with a certain mystique. You knew from talking to the girls in the locker room that he was a lady’s man, and a player, but from how they all talked about him, there appeared to be something more there, some hidden layer that no one had been able to crack yet. He’s different from the other boys in Hawkins, no small town charm to hide behind. 

Plus, come on, he’s gorgeous. You might not be Billy’s biggest fan but you have eyes. 

“Damn right, in my dreams,” he murmurs, pulling you from your thoughts as he draws out every syllable of your name in a low, husky tone, familiar smirk playing at his lips like always. 

Cocking your head, you narrow your eyes as you peer up at him, “Aren’t you going out with Amber now?”

“Wouldn’t exactly call it going out…,” he answers as he bends down on one knee to retie the laces of his shoe, shooting you a little wink as he does so. 

“Does Amber know that?”

He pauses at that, a little huff of laughter bubbling up from his chest as he fixes you with a grin that is much too self-satisfied for your liking. “Now, princess,” he starts slowly, blue eyes narrowing at you playfully as he rests a forearm across his knee, “Why do you care so much about what I’m doing with Amber?”

“She’s my friend, Billy,” you say, sitting up a little more, the chill from the AC units making the hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end. 

“So, it’s definitely not because you’re, I dunno, jealous or anything?”

“No!” You cringe inwardly as you say it, too quick and too defensive and just what the blue eyed boy had been hoping for, judging by the smug grin plastered on his face. 

This is how it’s been between the two of you for months now, ever since his stupid Camaro had rumbled into the school’s parking lot way back in August. Since then, it’s been a whirlwind of teasing jokes, sitting through History class after History class as you feel those blue eyes practically boring a hole in the back of your head, and somehow mustering up the willpower to dodge his advances. 

In the nearly three months since his arrival, Billy had managed to charm his way through at least a handful of girls, maybe more depending on which rumors you listen to, but you are determined not to fall for it, not to be just another notch on his bedpost. 

Which would be a lot easier if he’d leave you the hell alone. 

Flustered, you pull your knees up, tucking your chin over top of them as your arms wrap around your calves, silently rolling your eyes as Billy drops to the blue tumbling mat, rolling onto his back with a satisfied sigh, making it clear to you that he was here to stay. 

“Why’re you here so early, anyway?” You question, glancing at your watch once more, “Basketball practice isn’t for, like, another half hour.” 

“Had to drop my stupid step-sister off at some trash arcade,” he grunts, annoyed, “Didn’t wanna waste the gas to go all the way home, plus…,” he pauses, tilting his head to the side to slyly grin at you once more, “I figured I might get here early enough to catch the end of cheer practice.” 

“Creep,” you scoff, much more playfully than you’d intended to. 

The two of you fall into a, surprisingly, comfortable beat of silence. You let your eyes trail over Billy as his own droop shut, one arm propped behind his head as he lazes on the gym mat, jaw clenching every so often as he works the gum in his mouth. You start at his feet, taking in the faded black canvas material of his Converse before you let your eyes roam up his long, tanned, muscular legs. Finally, you reach the familiar dark green shade of his school-branded shorts and your eyes wander up the expanse of his stomach and chest, covered by the grey t-shirt he wears, the familiar eyes of Hawkins High’s tiger mascot staring blankly into your own. 

You nearly gasp as your eyes trail up to his face again, only to find his steely eyes already looking at you, a knowing smirk etched into his face as you feel the apples of your cheeks flush. 

“It’s rude to stare, princess,” Billy drawls, catching you red handed.

“And it’s not rude to perv on me stretching?” 

“Never said it wasn’t,” he shrugs with a little chuckle, sitting up and resting one forearm on a bent knee. You merely roll your eyes as he studies you for a second, the blush on your cheeks deepening enough that you can feel the slight tingle of blood rushing under the surface. 

“Whatever,” you sigh, shaking your head as you stretch your legs out in front of you again. You stretch forward again, letting out a breath as you grab at your ankles and try to ignore the way Billy sits up, propping his forearm up on a bent knee. 

“Could you, like, put your legs behind your head and all that?” 

“Probably,” you say with a little eye roll. 

“Will you?”

“Not for you!” 

The two of you carry on like that for a moment longer — you working through various stretches and familiar yoga poses as Billy seems overly curious about each one, questioning if you can twist into all kinds of poses. 

“Can you do a handstand and do the splits?” He questions, grinning when you groan in frustration, eyes trailing up your long legs to the bottom of your short cheer skirt. 

With a huff, you stand with one hand on your hip, the other pinching at the bridge of your nose as Billy’s incessant questions throw you off the silent count in your head again.

“Did you want something or are you just trying fuck me over?” 

“Mmm, close, princess,” the blond teases, earning another glare from you. Playfully, he holds his hands up in surrender, “You’re single, aren’t you?” He asks, smirking triumphantly at the way you balk.

“I’m not talking about this with you, Hargrove.”

His smirk widens when you don’t deny it, blue eyes darkening as they travel over the length of your body once more. “Look, all I’m saying is that the guys talk in the locker room and… well, I can’t help but notice that your pretty name just doesn’t come up.”

“Maybe I have better things to do than put out for you assholes,” you smirk, quickly stretching out your problem shoulder before kneeling back on the tumbling mat, meaning to finish up with a couple quick pushups.

Undeterred, Billy merely matches your smirk with one of his own, watching as you kneel next to him. “Just come with me to Harrington’s Halloween party next weekend, sweetness,” he offers, his voice a low rumble, “Come on, a couple hours, some drinks. Hell, I’ll even dress up with you, whatever you want.”

“Hmm,” you hum, taking a second to tighten your ponytail as you shoot him a playful little smile, “Whatever I want, huh?” 

“Name it,” he says lowly, watching appreciatively as you get on all fours. 

“Okay, how about…,” you stall, drawing out your words as you extend your legs behind you, grunting softly as your shoulder zings with pain once more, “Willie and Indiana Jo– Ah!” You cut yourself off, exclaiming in pain as you land with a small thud on the mat, wincing. 

“Whoa, hey,” Billy says softly, scrambling onto his knees, brows furrowed as he gingerly helps you roll over onto your back, “You okay?”

You nod, glancing away with a little embarrassed huff as you rub at your shoulder. “Yeah, it’s nothing. I just probably sprained it earlier during practice or something.”

“Lemme take a look at it,” he says, offering a hand to help you up.

Not expecting such chivalrous behavior from Hargrove of all people, you only nod dumbly and let him pull you up off the mat, chest heaving.

“Here,” he murmurs, gently nudging at your arm until you turn your back to him. You can hear the tumbling mat crinkle as he steps closer to you, the warmth from his chest practically radiating through his t-shirt as the spicy musk of his cologne seems to envelope you once again. 

“You better not be using this as an excuse to feel me up,” you warn, albeit playfully, pulling your ponytail over the opposite shoulder. 

“In your dreams,” he teases, goosebumps peppering your skin from the low way he says your name and from the gentle brush of his fingers over the back of your arm as they trail their way up to your shoulder. 

He’s silent for a moment, carefully pressing warm, slightly rough fingers against your skin, watching until you wince just slightly when he pokes at your shoulder blade. “That’s where it hurts?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, lips parting ever so slightly as he kneads around the area. You can practically feel him smirking when you sigh a moment later, his fingers working perfectly over the sore muscle as his other hand anchors itself at your hip, “You’re… actually, like, really good at this,” you murmur with a little laugh, needing to find some way to break the silence. 

“My mom is – was, she was a masseuse, back when we lived in Cali,” Billy explains, leaning in closer, his lips all but brushing against your ear as he speaks softly, like he’s telling you some deep, dark secret, “I might’ve looked at one or two of her books.” 

“Really?” You ask, brows furrowing as you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Sue me, I was thirteen and they had nudes in ‘em,” he chuckles, biting into his bottom lip when your breathy laugh morphs into a moan when he presses just right against your shoulder. The fingers of his other hand tighten on your hip as he pulls you back against him, his lips just barely grazing over the crook of your neck, “But I still picked up a thing or two.”

“Clearly,” you breathe, brows tugging together as you tilt your head to the side, an open invitation. The blond doesn’t need any more convincing and you let your eyes flutter shut as his lips descend upon your neck, pressing hot kisses against the sensitive skin. 

The rise and fall of your chest grows shallow as the two of you seem to lose yourselves; you gasp as the hand on your hip trails down over your thigh, until Billy can drag the tips of his fingers beneath the white and gold hem of your pleated skirt just as the hand on your shoulder begins slowly moving around your ribs, to your front. Despite the AC units humming away, you can’t help but feel flush as he presses himself against you, already half-hard against the small of your back. 

With a gasp, you jerk away from him at the sound of a door opening and closing in the hallway, muffled voices and laughter filtering in through the closed doors of the gym. 

“Dammit,” Billy mumbles behind you as he quickly glances at the clock hanging above one of the exits, sighing disappointedly when he sees the time – fifteen minutes until practice. 

Deciding to finally give in to the wants you’ve been harboring for months, you grab one of his hands and playfully bite your lip, nodding to one of the sets of gym doors, “Follow me.” 

Smirking, he follows behind you as you quickly make your way to the doors, both of you pausing for a second to make sure the coast is clear before you bolt down the hallway. A second later, you’re pushing Billy through a door into a random classroom.

“This is the old Health room,” you explain, gasping as he turns and presses you against the old door, the metal of it cool against your back as you quickly scan over the empty room, dim other than the early evening light spilling in through the thin slats of the blinds, “No one ever comes in here.”

“Uh huh, fascinating,” he nods, turning his head to spit his gum into a small trash can by the door, before eagerly pressing his lips to yours. He smirks into the kiss as you mewl, his lips parting to quickly swallow the sweet sounds you make.  

Always one to give as good as you get, your lips move against his just as fervently, both of your hands trailing up underneath his t-shirt as you rub over his stomach, muscles taut under your touch. His tongue slips into your mouth in the same second he presses against you, his thin gym shorts doing nothing to conceal the hardness of his length as it presses against your lower stomach. 

You arch into his touch as his hands cup your breasts through your uniform, a low growl rumbling through his chest as you rake your nails over his chest and down his stomach. Boldly, you reach down and palm at his cock, savoring the surprised grunt he lets out before you quickly nudge your hand down the front of his shorts and into his boxers. 

“Shit,” he breathes, one hand still kneading at your breast as the other skates back up your thigh, his forehead resting against yours. Biting your lip, you watch through hooded eyes as you experimentally stroke over his cock, marveling at how hard he already is, like velvet over steel. 

Just as you feel him twitch in your grasp, the blond pulls away from you with a teasing grin and presses one last kiss against your lips before tapping the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. 

“Fuck, there you go,” Billy rasps, fingers digging into the curve of your ass as you clamber up into his arms, your shoulder only barely smarting as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I gotcha,” his muscular biceps flex as he quickly walks a few feet from the door and deposits on you on top of the, thankfully barren, teacher’s desk pushed haphazardly into the corner. 

“Billy,” you sigh, the sound being practically pushed from your lungs as he presses himself back between your thighs, cheer skirt rumbled around your waist as he all but folds you in half – your hands cling to his shirt desperately, one leg wrapped securely around his hip as the other ends up slung nearly over his shoulder.

“Yeah, princess?” He taunts with a wolfish grin, smirking at the way the muscles of your thigh twitch as his fingers move toward your pussy, hardly hidden beneath your boyshorts. You all but levitate off the desk as two of his fingers swipe over your slit, the apples of your cheeks flushing when he chuckles triumphantly, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide how wet you are. “Finally gonna give me what I want?”

You can feel your ponytail bobbing wildly at the crown of your head when you nod, a whiny moan blooming from your lips when he moves his fingers in tight circles against your clit, the flimsy material of your underwear quickly dampening against his touch. 

“Yeah, yeah, Billy,” your hands tremble as you pull at his t-shirt, desperate for what you’ve been wanting for so long, “C’mon, please!”

“Easy, tiger,” he laughs, tongue running over his bottom lip as he easily tugs his shirt over his head, your own hands scrambling to push down your boyshorts. Taking mercy on you yet again, he helps you, eagerly tugging the white cotton down your legs. He damn near tears them in two as he pushes your underwear over one sneaker, letting them dangle from your ankle. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes, crowding against you again as you lean back on the desk, propped up on your elbows. You stare up at him, lips parted, as he all but folds you in half, warm hands pressing against the backs of your thighs, “Fucking leaking and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Oh!” You hiss, trying your hardest to keep your voice down, head thudding back against the desk as Billy quickly tugs his shorts down, just enough to get his cock out, and teasingly runs it through your folds, “Billy, oh my God, just do it!” You all but beg, teeth biting into your bottom lip at the wet sounds of him moving against you, deafeningly loud in the otherwise quiet room. 

Were you anywhere else, Billy would have absolutely no qualms about teasing you to within an inch of your life – payback for playing cat and mouse with him for almost three months straight. Lucky for you, he’s just as nervous at the thought of getting caught with his pants down as you are, shuddering to think what Neil would do if he got expelled over this. 

With a barely contained growl, he pushes into you, his cock sliding easily to the hilt with how wet you are. Your back arches off the desk as he slides home, stretching you beautifully as he fills you completely.

“Oh – oh my God,” you breathe as he stills, giving you a few seconds to adjust. Your hands scramble over the smooth top of the desk before you grab onto his wrists as his hands hook behind your knees. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans – the way he grumbles your name makes your walls clench around his length, punching another grunt from his chest as he starts shallowly thrusting against you, grinding his hips against yours. 

The two of you dissolve into a flurry of breathy mewls and sighs, each of you desperately trying to keep quiet as the muffled sounds of skin against skin and the dull creaking of the desk fill the room. Your eyelids flutter as you watch Billy above you, golden curls bouncing with each of his thrusts as a light sheen of sweat covers his tanned chest. 

Grunting lowly, he presses harder against the backs of your thighs, practically pressing your kneecaps against the desk below you, blue eyes sparkling as you easily follow his movements. With the small change in angles, the head of his cock thrusts perfectly against that sensitive spot within you, and he grins triumphantly as you tremble beneath him. 

“That the spot, princess?” He questions, smirking when you nod your head with a little broken squeak, “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you in a bed – bet you can bend in all kinds of pretty ways, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, Billy,” you agree, willing to agree to just about anything as long as he keeps moving. You can hardly contain the moans spilling from your lips as he works you higher and higher, the adrenaline from the possibility of getting caught as well as the rush of finally having him making you rush toward your end faster than you normally would. 

Breathing heavily as your pussy clenches at his cock, he lets go of one of your thighs and shoves your shirt up, unceremoniously taking your bra with it. You bite at the back of one hand as he teases at your breasts, using one hand to pinch and pull at one nipple before moving to the other as he stares down at you with half-lidded eyes, brows furrowed in concentration. 

“O-Oh, my – fuck, I’m –” You moan brokenly, squirming beneath him as you feel yourself nearing the edge, teeth biting desperately into your bottom lip as you claw at his forearm and waist. 

Cockily licking over his lips, Billy leans forward as he grinds against you, his hips putting pressure on your clit as he covers your mouth with one hand, propping himself up against the desk with an elbow as his other still grasps at the back of your knee. 

You squeeze him tightly as the tail end of his happy trail rubs deliciously over you, giving you just enough stimulation to throw you over the edge. 

“Yeah, princess,” he encourages, grunting with nearly every thrust into you as he feels you clenching around him, pushing him further and further toward his own edge as he clenches his jaw, determined to hang on as long as possible. 

After only a few more thrusts, he quickly pulls out with a small groan. “Fuck, fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he strokes his cock, painting your lower belly with stripes of his release.

Both of you still for a moment, breathing heavily as you each come down. Half expecting Billy to simply get dressed again and leave, you’re surprised when he softly kisses you, more relaxed this time, as his warm breath fans over your cheek. Dazedly, you kiss him back, your lips moving together unhurriedly as you card your fingers through the sweat-damp curls at the nape of his neck. 

After a moment, you part and your lips quirk up into a shy smile as he moves back half a step, giving you enough room to sit up. 

“Oh, uh,” you breathe, looking down when you feel his cum cooling against your skin. Glancing around the room, you pout a little when you don’t see any tissues or paper towels, “There’s paper towels in the locker room?” You offer, looking over at Billy, watching as he quickly tugs his shorts back into place. 

“I got it,” he says with a small smirk and before you have time to question what he means, he quickly tugs your underwear off your ankle and uses them to wipe at your skin, grinning meanly when you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Jackass!” You exclaim, laughing softly despite yourself, “That’s the only pair I have with me!”

“Nothing wrong with going commando, sweetness,” he says with a wink, chuckling when you wrinkle your nose at the thought while you pull your bra and shirt back into place, “Come back to my place and I’ll was ‘em for you, my parents don’t get back until late, anyway.” 

“You just want a round two,” you laugh, hopping off the desk and straightening out your skirt the best you can before running your hands over your hair, trying to smooth out your ponytail. 

“Told you I was gonna fold you up all pretty,” Billy smirks, crowding against you yet again once he tugs his shirt back on and lightly grasping at your jaw, “Something tells me you won’t have a problem with that either.”

“That’s presumptuous, don’t you think?” 

“Sure, yeah, I dunno what that means, princess,” he says, grinning when you laugh, your hands pressed against his chest as he quickly tucks your boyshorts into the waistband of his shorts, “Just come back to my place, hm?”

“What about basketball practice? Jason hates when people ditch.”

“You really think I give a shit about what Carver wants?” Billy laughs, taking one of your hands in his as he makes his way toward the door.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you finally agree, rolling your eyes playfully as you let him pull you out into the hall.

“And come with me to the Halloween party?”

“You have quite a list of demands, Hargrove.”

“Hey,” he says with a little shrug, glancing at you as you walk side by side toward the locker rooms, “That’s what you get for teasing me.”

You merely giggle as the two of you round a corner, nearly freezing and nervously glancing over at Billy when you come across Steve, chest heaving as he leans over a water fountain. 

Standing straight, he wipes at his lips with the back of his hand, narrowing his eyes at Billy, watching as he quickly scoops up his duffle bag from where he’d tossed it down earlier in the hallway. “Dude, why’re you leaving? You’re almost, like, half an hour late for practice.”

“Yeah, well, tell Carver something came up,” the blond boy huffs dismissively before taking your hand once more. You shoot a bashful smile at Steve, blushing as you and Billy walk toward the doors out to the parking lot. 

Behind you, Steve takes a minute to connect the dots, brows furrowing as he plants his hands on his hips. After a second, his eyes widen and he shakes his head. 

“Come on, at school?” He calls down the hallway, shaking his head as you and Billy laugh, “Fucking animals, man.”

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[angelkiyo]

modern au high school hcs for my fav haikyuu boys based on my high school experiences + romance hcs <3

[miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa torū, iwaizumi haijime]

a/n- part one + my asks are open bc i do not know what to write but im down for mostly anything tbh so ASK AWAY PLS

miya osamu

he has a similar gpa to his brother [gpa at a 2.5 😔]

is in culinary club and the president

since atsumu is a drake glazer, osamu makes sure to bring up kendrick everytime he hears a drake song

he had a field day when “not like us” mv dropped

even though his brother and him are opposites in a way, that hasn’t stopped osamu from being submitted on ‘inarizaki.bops’

he was most likely talking to a teacher

private insta with 300 followers

doesn’t give a fuck abt p.e and would be enjoying basketball if they weren’t able to play volleyball

osamu would probably also have a very casual way of dressing — stussy and abrocrombie fiend

steals from his brother’s nike collection while owning several pairs adidas gazelles and new balances himself

as for with his s/o, he would be more of a soft launch guy and would post stories of you two holding hands or the two of you in a mirror pic

he would def be holding your hand in the halls and having his arm around you

imagine peter k lara jean moment

your friends would find him to be a green flag

the two of you would use study hall to not study at all but use his little crock pot thing he got from tiktok shop and make food

would try to be nara smith one day and fail miserably

very much would wear ‘aqua de gio’ bc i said so (n would find atsumu’s cologne to be too strong)

dates would include: cooking at his place and eating your masterpieces while watching movies (esp spider-man bc he seems the type)

artists he would listen to: kendrick lamar, joey bada$$, childish gambino, doja cat

sakusa kiyoomi

annoyingly smart (3.6 gpa) and would probably get a 4/5 avg on his ap tests

if he wasn’t on volleyball, he seems the type to be in academic decathlon or science olympiad

would be keeping to himself but if he were to play a sport, it would be smt like lacrosse or tennis

he’s rich. like RICH RICH. (he goes to itachiyama with three siblings or smt)

so he’d wear like club monaco, j. crew, or like ralph lauren

would have a specific rotation of shoes that would be asics or new balance in white

insta would be like 700 followers and 32 following

for him and his s/o, he’d be like osamu and would be very much soft launch you

even though he hates crowds, he would very much like to go out with you shopping (in a shopping center that has nobody/barely anyone)

kiyoomi may be presenting himself as a cold and calculating and he can be, but he’s a soft to ppl he’s close with

him and komori would use brain rot language ironically (I just see that lemme elaborate) after komori would use brain rot language unironically

he would use it with you once “by accident”

he kept hearing komori say it and said it subconsciously

and then never again after the second hand embarrassment he got

“on skibidi…?”

you still bring it up to this day (he blames komori)

dates would include movie nights and making pillow forts

artists he would listen to: sza, 21 savage, kanye west, playboi carti

oikawa torū

would be a note taking fiend and be an honors/ap student with a 3.4

he would be on a ‘bop’ page for volleyball in general

great king? nah great bop

instead of being a wyll warrior, he’d be one of the mfks on insta that would slide up with a 😍 then ghost you after dm-ing

another dior sauvage user and on some days, versace eros…

caught up in the central cee madz drama

also obsessed with watching nara smith (me too)

he’s team ice spice

would be very persistent in taking 0.5s

though because of this, he purposely fluffs up his bangs and hair for him to not fall victim to 0.5s

if he didn’t play volleyball, he would play badminton/tennis

would be a SLUTTTT for pinterest clean boy fits

very clean boy core with his lululemon mens shit and would be shopping at alo + urban outfitters

also ralph lauren teddy bear sweaters n golden gooses

his insta user would be smt like “theyenvy_.toruuu” or basic like his full name and he would have more than 3k followers

THOUGH HE WOULD BE MAKING THOSE SHARED POSTS W YOU.

his finsta would be very full of you and spams of volleyball

nle choppa slut me out 2 glazer

dates would include: self care day at either one of your places while watching baddies or real housewives +shopping

artists he would listen to: laufey, cigarettes after sex, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, nle choppa

iwaizumi hajime

he went to uci so he has his shit tgt (nhs and 3.9 type shit w aps)

though, he would definitely be apart of debate club and a lacrosse person if he didn’t do volleyball

shops at psycho bunny or hollister. the occasional lululemon shirt bc oikawa put him on

would wear yeezys and supreme, i fear

i can see him being into watching the “who tf did I marry” series

massive gym bro

would have his finsta tracking his gains

his fyp would also probably be workouts and those “baby don’t hurt me” meme tiktoks (idk how to explain)

would be the winner of senior assassin

he would def shoot oikawa first

type of person to wear ‘obession’ by calvin klein mixed with axe body spray

as for insta, he would def have a good 1k

would post you to the cutest songs ever and collab on posts

HARD LAUNCH TYPA GUY

yall would have like a specific song that would make him be like “this is our songgg”

in his head

most likely a tyler song

aka ‘sweet/i thought you wanted to dance’

he’d be the okokok to your lalalala

dates would include: him just spoiling you and dinner dates

artists he would listen to: tyler the creator, metro boomin, 21 savage, kendrick lamar, j. cole

[angelliicc]

peach soda

“you're a peach soda, flavor of my heart

a fruit that resembles the shape of love.”

masterlist

a/n HI EVERYONE! lowkey changed careers tbh. anyways enjoy this fic and go stream aboutzu!!

warnings not proofread, angst, mentions of ex bf

| "alright, time for jeopardy. move the chairs and desks in tables." your math teacher said. jeopardy was a fun way your class could study for any math tests. he was your favorite teacher.

"ellie, you're on my jeopardy team." you told her. you never really liked ellie as a person and you avoided her most of the time. she was kind of a bitch, but she was one of the last options. she was smart, but not as smart as you. she would only get in trouble for doing something stupid.

"you need help?" she whispered. if people were caught helping each other, they were eliminated from that round. "really quick before we get disqualified." you told her. ellie showed you her notes, and they way she solved the problem. it made sense now after seeing her notes.

you raise your hand, waiting for you answered to be checked. your teacher notices your hand raised, looks at the whiteboard and analyzes is. "that is correct." he told you.

"thanks." you told ellie.

"anytime." you were flustered by the kind gesture, since she only rarely interacted with you.

after school, you text dina about the situation that happened in math. d: "i need a little more background history with her."

r: "she used to bully me and be an asshole, but shes sweeter now. she likes to tease me. and her laugh, its so cute."

the next day at school, you had p.e outside. you decided to play basketball because you needed to get some work in. ellie was walking to the bathroom while seeing you play, her waving and smiling to you. you waved back and shot a smiled. when you didn't see her anymore, your cheeks turned bright red. when she came back, she went down the stairs giving you a hi-five, but intentionally missed, a laugh escaping her mouth. "fuck you." you replied, then both end up smiling.

after that interaction, you saw ellie at a different court, playing king of the court. you dropped your ball and ran to the other court. you invited yourself in until she spoke; "check up."

you bounce back the ball, being in defense. "wide out your stance." she told you. "thanks...??" you said confused, but also relieved with her advice.

she scored on you, but after that she went and played tennis with some of her friends.

a couple of weeks later, the trimester ended. which meant you switched seats in every class except math.

in social studies and religion, ellie sat next to you. in ela, she sat across from you in a table.

social studies had a trimester long lesson, which meant you had to cram for tests and take speedy notes. you finished yours early because you followed the slideshow on your computer. "can i see your notes?" she asked you, since she couldn't catch up. "sure." you replied. "can you help me?" she asked quietly. you helped ellie on the notes. government was really easy to you, so you explained it as simply as possible.

on thursday, you were back at social studies with ellie. you had p.e. before then, so you sprayed perfume in the bathroom. she notices by the smell of you. "whats that smell?" she asked you.

"its my perfume." you told her.

"can i have it really quick?" she questioned. you grab the perfume out of your backpack and hand it to her. as you hand it to her, you both hold hands for a split second, which made you grow a smile you had to keep hidden. she grabbed the perfume and sprayed it on herself, smiling at you. "not bad." she said. you smiled back.

after that, you both did more notetaking together. you guys were ahead, so you played wordle, helping each other out.

in ela class, a classmate asked ellie a question. "hey ellie, who are your reposts about?" they questioned

"oh, just this beautiful girl." she replied to them, looking at you while the words exited her mouth. you froze.

"what the fuck did she say?" you thought.

"nah im playin." she told the classmate, easily dismissing them.

"so, then are your reposts about d?" they replied. you didn't know who d was.

"yeah, i like her."

your jaw dropped, not it sadness, but in surprise. not expecting her to like another girl, after all of this? she just lead you on, and for what? you were incredibly pissed.

a week passed, so you texted dina.

r: "i dont like her anymore."

d: WHAT??

r: "i know. shes been distant and ignoring me. so im just like 'okay fuck you i don't care about you anymore."

weeks later, feelings slowly started to burn out. you had a math test earlier today. after any tests or quizzed, your teacher lets you take a haul pass and lets you walk outside to get fresh air. just by coincidence, you and your ex walked around the school at the same time.

"i gotta take a retake later this week." he told you

"just take your time and memorize the answer sheet since you already have it." you replied.

later in the week, your ex came up to you, asking for a favor. you both were on student council together and had to lead morning prayer and pledge.

"hey, can you do me a favor?" he asked, walking up to you before assembly started.

"whats up?" you question, curiously.

"i have 2 tests to study for, and the teacher told me i can ask someone to do it for me. if not ill ask someone else." he spoke

"sorry, i have to study for a test too. if i didn't though i would." you told him.

"its alright, thanks tho."

at lunch, you saw him again. you realized he completely forgot about. you walked up to him, telling him about it. "yo, go do your retake." you reminded him.

"oh shit i completely forgot, thank you for reminding me." he replied thankfully.

after school, you usually stayed later because of sports. you had some free time before practice, so that day you planned on walking to the boba shop. before you left you overheard a classmate asking your ex if they both wanted to walk together. you go up to them, "hey im gonna go right now if any of yall wanna come with me." you asked. "im gonna wait a while, thanks tho." your ex said.

you walked to the boba shop, placing your order. just as you were about to leave, you see both of them. "you both gonna stay after school a while?" you asked.

"nah, im gonna head home." he replied.

"alright, see you tomorrow." you told him.

a few weeks later, ellie started to talk to you again. you folded--as one does and added her to your close friends.

hours later, she liked your story. you were jumping for joy.

the next day at school, she was back to being flirty with you. maybe its because she heard about the interaction with your ex boyfriend? in science, you had to proofread reports. and to by some surprise, you were assigned to ellie.

in your report you decided to show her a graph you were proud of. "do you like it?" you asked her. she grabbed your computer and analyzed the report, then after going through the whole report, taking her time to make sure you had no mistakes whatsoever. you tried to not blush during the whole time. "good job." she told you

after you proofread hers, she commented on your hands. "god, your hands are so small? and you're older than me?"

"idk, genes maybe?" you told her.

"here." she grabbed your hand and compared hand sizes with you. you stomach was doing flips. "maybe i do like her again. fuck." you thought.

you both had ela next period. seats were changed earlier this time, since people couldn't stop talking. ellie, somehow, sat near you. this time, behind you.

you wore a slim fit jacket, enhancing your body figure. ellie noticed. "like your jacket." she commented.

"thanks." you said back. she kept touching your back with her fingers, playing with your jacket, freezing with every finger she laid on you.

the following days, more social studies classes with her. she kept flirting and smiling with you. she shushed you today, in a cute way. god it made your heart skip a beat.

later in that same class, you were walking. all of a sudden she trapped you in a hug form. "oh my god ellie, let me go." you say smiling at her. "alright, alright, fine." she said surrendering, then smiling back at you, having that rosy touch on her cheeks.

from that day on, she kept being flirty with you. touching and tapping your shoulders constantly. with every touch, your heart rate always increased. she was acting so cute towards you, it was driving you crazy. like she was a little puppy who couldn't be apart from you.

few classes and tension later, a classmate asked ellie a question. you were too far away to hear them, but since ellie was next to you, you heard her response. "oh yeah? shes my valentine." ellie replied.

you were screaming inside, trying to not show a reaction. few minutes later, it was back to notetaking time. ellie put her hand on your shoulder for 10 seconds, which felt like an eternity to you. after that, she patted your back, 3 times. you turned and faced her, face turning red.

you noticed ellie likes to play this stupid game with you. she'll whisper your name, then act completely clueless. she whispered your name, hearing it loud and clear. you looked at her.

"what! it wasn't me!" she tells you defensively.

ellie then dropped her pen, so she got up from her desk. as she went to sit down, she pat your shoulder, then looking straight into your eyes and telling you "im just playing, it was me." it was like you get sent into another dimension. you fell, hard. you got butterflies just from that sentence alone.

the next day, you completed a spanish test. your teacher was returning back the test with the scores on them. ellie asked you, "what did you get on the test?"

"oh i dont know, i haven't gotten my paper back yet." you told her.

"when you do, tell me your score please." she begged.

the teacher called your name, and you went up to get your paper. "98." you said to ellie with a chesire smile. "whatever." she replied back, smiling. you both then started laughing and smiling while looking at each other.

after spanish, she did those stupid hi-five tricks again. unintrigued, you asked her, "are you gonna miss?"

"nah, i wont." she said, with her hand in the air.

you decided to give her a hi-five, and she didn't intentionally ditch you. "you didn't miss, what a shocker." you told her. she then grabbed tictacs out of her backpack.

“can i get some?” you ask her. she handed you the container, allowing you to get how many you want.

a few months passed and you noticed ellie wasnt talking to you anymore, but to a new girl, doing the exact same things she did to you, but to her. then all of a sudden, she stopped talking to you. she didn’t flirt with you, give you tictacs, touch your hands, or tap you on the shoulders. it all started to become flat, like soda. you decided you had to let her go. because what she gave you wasn’t love at all, it was lust. she led you on the entire time. all for what? it was all one-sided love. you felt like a fool.

my feelings for you, which have melted like ice, have become clear

i say goodbye with a wave, peach soda.

[dellalyra]

Hi love I’m back for a bit anyways I was going through my notes and I saw your folder with request ideas that I had and didn’t request yet and since you finally hit 2k i can still do it so yay!

You remember that scene in the manga where they had to train gojos infinity by basically throwing things at him? Yeah so what I was thinking is that moment and also just to make it funnier I just know they were throwing things at him at the speed of light just to make sure something hits him and they moved up to heavier massive objects just for fun so something like that please. :)

ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ - ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Pixie Says: this was so fun soraya you are my queen I stg I loved writing this

“Did it hit?” You shout across the field.

“No! Do it again?” Satoru’s voice echoes back.

Shoko hands Geto another tennis ball, and he proceeds to fire it across the field - towards an unperturbed Gojo.

“What about that one?” Shoko asks.

“Nope! Do something bigger! Geto - where’s our basketball?” The white haired man says, with all the excitement of a puppy.

Geto rolls his eyes, but smiles slightly - a rare sight these days - as he wanders toward the dorms to grab his ball.

“Think fast!” Shoko shouts, throwing an apple at Gojo’s head.

The apple splits in half and falls to the floor as you and Shoko cheer with Gojo at yet another object infinity can reflect.

Geto jogs towards them, and tosses the orange basketball at his best friend - it bounces straight off and back toward Geto who grabs it in one large hand.

“Okay - we gotta think bigger.” You say, hands on your hips and looking around the courtyard.

Shoko strolls off, only to come back a second later with a chair from one of the classrooms.

“Jesus Koko - I meant like - a pillow.” You try to take the chair but Gojo interrupts by shouting ‘throw the chair!’.

Ever the dutiful girlfriend, you allow Geto to swing the chair toward your man who is gleefully jumping at the prospect of having a chair flung in his direction.

The wood splits in half and falls with a clunk to the ground. Geto claps and whoops at the mess left, all four of you cheering, a mutual love of chaos being the thing that bonded you all three years ago.

“Okay but these are all like, blunt things. Can it stop weapons? Y/N, throw a knife at him.” Shoko says, patting down your thigh to find the holster you keep under your uniform skirt.

“Get your morguey hands outta my girl’s skirt, Ieiri!” Satoru shouts, tossing a tennis ball back at her.

“What about a knife, ‘toru?” You say, fully confident in your love’s abilities to not get stabbed (again).

You had been witness to his crazed intent to become stronger, and almost invincible, over the past few months since the incident. Marks left on everyone, a slight scar on Gojo’s pale throat, crisscrossed scars spanning the width of Geto’s broad chest - the scar of the sound of a gunshot penetrating a sweet girl’s head haunting every dream, hands stained with the blood of her best friends and the memory of shaking hands as she sewed their wounds shut for Shoko and the image of your soulmate bleeding out in your lap and the slash of scar across your thigh from the blow he landed as you tried to deflect him from Satoru.

If one good thing had come from it, it was the fact that it contributed toward the push you and Satoru both needed for getting your heads out of your asses and finally confessing just how much you loved each other that day after the mission in the abandoned hospital.

So you didn’t worry.

Shaking the thoughts from your head you whip your dagger out and spin it between your fingers.

“Ready, ‘toru.” You ask, smiling.

“Always, princess.” He smirks back.

You fling the knife with eerie precision toward him and see it clatter to the ground below an unscathed Gojo.

Another chorus of cheers erupts.

“We need to think even bigger.” Shoko says, deep in thought.

“I’ve got exactly the thing.” Geto says, smirk gracing his features as he looks straight toward you, and in one fast swoop you find yourself in his arms as he prepares to launch you across the field.

“Geto Suguru don’t you dare throw me! I swear to god I will fucking - AGHHHHHH.” Your words of warning are interrupted as you feel yourself fly through the air and then as soon as it started it stops with a jolt and a pair of strong arms wrapping around you, a sheen of sweat sticking to your skin.

You open your eyes, laughing at the turn of events, and see a pair of ice blue eyes, the colour which has been your favourite since you were 16, staring back at you with a wide smile.

“You caught me!” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and realising that he’s switched his infinity off to hold you.

“Only a fool would drop a girl like you.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you smile.

“I can’t believe you just quoted scooby-doo and kissed me.” You say, burying your head into his neck.

“You love me.” He says, shrugging.

“That’s exactly why I love you.” You giggle as he gently returns you to solid ground.

“I love you more, but now, I believe you have revenge to enact.” He pats your head, and fixes your shirt.

“I do, thank you, ‘toru.” A peck on the cheek as you stand on the tips of your toes. You smile at him, and turn around.

“GETO SUGURU! YOU BASTARD, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!” You sprint toward the man who is laughing and beginning to back away slowly - away from the wrath of the future Mrs.Gojo.

[hbyrde36]

Midsummer Nights (a.k.a Summer Camp Fic)

It's finally here! This one has been percolating for a while, and I'm so glad to have the start of the story written and out there. Updates might be a little sporadic until my Steddie big bang is complete, but I'm so excited to finally give this fic some attention!

WC: 3154 | R: Explicit (for eventual smut) | Ch 1/15 | AO3

Chapter 1

Steve had been a camper at Sunset Lake since almost before he could remember. 

He was seven that first summer, and hadn’t spent more than a night away from his own bed before, for sleepovers with family or childhood friends. 

Regardless, his parents didn’t hesitate to dump him off in the middle of nowhere upstate for the full eight weeks the camp ran, with total strangers, many of whom were hardly more than kids themselves, the second he was old enough to attend. From then on, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington spent their own summers partying it up at the country club, pretending they didn’t have a son. 

It used to hurt, having the fact that they didn’t give a shit about him shoved so blatantly in his face. When he was still young and hopeful he would wait patiently by the front gates every visitor’s day, hoping that the next car full of visiting parents and family would be for him. 

It never was.

And by the time he turned eleven, he had stopped waiting. 

He also stopped signing up for activities that he had chosen only to impress his dad, like tennis, basketball, rock climbing—even if he was good at them—and instead began to fill his days with art, theater, and music. Anything that caught his interest, even if he was terrible at it. 

Suddenly he lived for those eight weeks of summer that used to leave him feeling so lonely and unloved. Knowing it was the one place, the one time of year, where he could be the most himself. And he was too busy with performances and showing off the projects he’d completed on visitor’s days to think too much about the fact that no one ever came to see him. 

That was how he met Robin, his best friend and platonic soulmate. They were twelve and had both auditioned for roles in Shakespeare in the Summer, a series of famous scenes from the playwright's works, a pet project of the counselor who ran the theater department meant to be the big final show at the end of camp that year. They got the roles of Romeo and Juliet, respectively. 

As they rehearsed he developed a very small, but still very embarrassing crush on his co-star and eventually confessed, knowing he would feel guilty about kissing her if she didn’t know how he felt. 

Robin broke it to him gently, explaining that while she’d grown to like him a lot, as a friend, over the time they’d been working on their scene together, he just wasn’t her type. 

The last bit was said with a particular significance, but Steve, oblivious to what she was so subtly trying to convey, had protested that he was everyone’s type. She’d rolled her eyes and given him a fond, if exasperated, smile, and after swearing him to secrecy, put it in plain terms he could understand. 

She was a lesbian. 

Robin liked girls, exclusively, and her tastes ran long in soft skin, cherry red lips, and blonde ponytails—all of which Steve, for better or worse, lacked.

It was the 90’s, and the world was slowly changing, so it wasn't as if Steve had never heard of gay people before… it's just that he had never met one in real life. He accepted her immediately, his crush gone in a flash like it had never existed, and felt a kinship with her snap into place that he didn’t quite understand at the time, but was so obvious looking back. 

In the end they faked the kiss. Steve grabbed Robin’s face with both hands and all the faux passion he could muster, slipping his thumbs between their lips at the last second to keep them from crossing that particular line, and she had trusted him to do it. 

They were inseparable from that day forward. 

As promised, he kept her secret, and exactly one year later after coming to terms with a few realizations of his own—namely that he wasn’t as straight as he assumed, that in fact, he wasn’t sure he actually liked girls at all—when he confessed a secret of his own as they walked along the edge of the lake before curfew, he knew she would do the same for him.

This summer they were eighteen, part of the graduating class of 1999, on the brink of college, and finally old enough to be hired as full fledged counselors with paychecks and days off and everything. 

Not that it paid much, but Steve wasn’t in it for the money. He was in it for the love of the place. Sunset Lake Camp had become a second home to him over the last decade of his life, his real home, and the people there like family. There were always a few new faces that came and went, but most of the kids and staff alike came back year after year like him.

Robin was mainly in it for Steve, excited at the prospect of getting to spend the entire Summer with him for once instead of the single session, two short weeks, she was used to—all her folks had been able to afford each year growing up. 

It was poised to be the best summer of Steve’s life. 

Then he met Eddie. 

Pre-camp was exactly what it sounded like. A full week of cleaning, painting, maintenance, and general setting up of the place before the first crop of kids was set to arrive. It wasn’t mandatory for the staff, and some counselors wouldn’t even arrive until the day before the first session began, but it did come with an extra paycheck and the opportunity to get out of his parents house that much sooner. 

Steve was so in.

And naturally, that meant Robin was too.

They both arrived mid afternoon. Steve had driven himself in his beloved second hand BMW all the way from Hawkins, his excitement mounting as the scenery changed, flat boring highways finally giving way to lush green rolling hills and mountains, the roads eventually going from asphalt, to crushed stone, to dirt as he turned onto camp property and made his way to the employee parking lot. Robin arrived just after, her parents' car rolling to a stop next to his while he was still unloading his duffel bags from the trunk.  

Steve had offered to pick her up on his way so they could ride in together, it wouldn’t have added that much time to his own trip, but Mr. and Mrs. Buckley would never give up the opportunity to see their only daughter off for the summer, no matter how old she was. They were good parents, and just plain good people.

Robin was horribly embarrassed by the sheer number of hugs they gave her, and Steve, before finally getting back in their car to head home, and he couldn’t help wondering if she knew how lucky she was. His own parents had hardly looked up from their coffee when he’d said goodbye to them that morning.

“How was the drive?” Robin asked with her face squished against Steve's chest, as he pulled her in for his own bone-crushing hug. God he fucking missed her. Emails and once a week phone calls just weren’t enough. Damn long distance fees.

“Long, boring, the usual.” He said, pulling away from her reluctantly. 

In truth he didn’t mind the long journey. It was nice getting to shut his brain off, and sing along at full volume to whatever songs had made it on American Top 40 with Casey Kasem that week.

The low rumble and put-put-put of an old engine had them both looking up, signaling the arrival of Director Hopper in his ancient pickup truck, its tires kicking up dirt and rocks no matter how slowly he drove. 

The truck rolled to a stop in front of them, and the man behind the wheel leaned out the open window to wave. “Long time no see, kids!”

“Hop,” Robin whined, “we’re not kids anymore.”

“Oh! My apologies—Miss Buckley, Mister Harrington.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. “Okay, now you're just being mean.”

Hopper threw his head back and laughed, before stepping out of the truck. “You know you’ll always be kids to me.”

After another round of hugs the man helped load their stuff up into the back, then helped both of them climb up on top of their piled luggage.

As the truck bumped along slowly towards the north side of the campus, where the bunks were, Hopper slid open the back window of the truck so he could shout out to them.

“Me and Joyce got two of the cabins fixed up already so you-all have someplace clean to sleep tonight. One for the women, one for the men.” Hopper’s eyes narrowed as he stared them down through his rearview mirror. He, along with almost everyone else, thought they were dating and had been for years. If he only knew how wrong he was. “Dinner is at six tonight in the dining hall, and I suggest you settle in and relax till then. The real work starts tomorrow.”

“You sure you don't need help with anything today?” Steve asked, sticking his head through the little window to make sure the older man could hear him.

“Thanks kid, but I got it covered. All that’s left today really is picking up a few international staff from the airport. I would have been on my way there already, but the flight got delayed, not due in till late tonight now.”

It was one of Steve’s favorite things about this place, getting to meet and make friends with all sorts of people from all over the world. The cultural exchange program that the camp worked with brought in support staff and counselors from other countries that wanted to come work for the summer, many of them visiting America for the very first time.

Soon enough they came to the end of the road, hooking a left through a break in the trees and came out into a huge clearing. Two giant half circles made up of small white and green buildings faced each other, with a wide open field between them where, in a week’s time, kids would be found lounging around on towels and blankets in the sun, or throwing frisbees and baseballs to each other during their free period. 

Hopper pulled over on the girl’s side, which was fair—if sexist—considering Robin had more stuff than Steve did, and got them unloaded before quickly heading off with a reminder about dinner.

Robin slid her backpack on and began to drag her small trunk up the old wooden steps of the cabin. 

Steve heaved her big duffel bag over his shoulder and moved to follow, but she spun abruptly, letting the trunk drop, slapping a hand hard against his chest before his foot even made contact with the lowest board. 

“Woah, woah, woah, where do you think you’re going?” She asked.

“Seriously? I’m just trying to help you with your stuff!” 

“Yes, seriously! You know boys aren't allowed in the girl’s cabins!” She whispered boys as though it were a dirty word.

Steve snorted. “I’m pretty sure those rules are for the campers, Rob, not us, and what could possibly happen?! There’s no two people on the planet less likely to hook up than you and me.”

“Yeah but people don’t know that, Harrington!” 

She was right. As much as camp had always been Steve's safe haven, his sexuality was still something he felt the need to hide, as did Robin. They just couldn’t be sure how their peers would react, and he wanted to believe Hopper would be accepting and open minded but what if he wasn’t? What if he fired them, or used it as an excuse not to invite them back to work next year, because parents might freak out if they knew their children were being ‘exposed to the gays’? 

Steve couldn’t lose this place, for that reason or any other. 

He tossed her bag up the short staircase and onto the porch, letting his shoulders slump in defeat.

“Don’t pout. I just don't want to get in trouble on our first day,” Robin said.

“Yeah, me either,” he agreed.

“Good. Now move along to your own bunk.” She dropped her voice down low, looking around before she spoke again, wriggling her eyebrows. “I’m sure Jonathan will be around to help you get settled in.”

“You’re never gonna let me live that stupid crush down, are you?” 

“Nope.”

“It was two years ago!” Steve hissed.

“I still say you had a chance.”

Steve sighed heavily. “Even if he wasn’t straight—” he began but Robin cut him off with a judgy stare.

“You don’t know that.” She said.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But even if he wasn't, I told you, I'm not getting in the middle of whatever on-again off-again dance he and Nancy are doing.”

Robin tilted her head from side to side. “That’s fair. She scares me.”

“Me too.”

Jonathan was, as a matter of fact, already at the men’s temporary cabin, greeting Steve with a hug and everything, and offering to help him carry his stuff inside. Not that he’d be telling Robin any of that. 

His brief crush had been nothing short of awkward. They’d known each other since they were little, Jonathan’s mom being the camp nurse, and Hopper becoming his and his brother Will’s stepfather a few years ago, and out of nowhere Steve couldn’t even have a conversation with the guy without blushing and stuttering. Thankfully, the other boy’s sad little puppy dog eyes didn’t really do anything for him anymore.

They talked a little, making the usual catching up small talk that you do with people you know well but maybe aren't truly friends with, and soon were joined by a new face, fresh off a days long road trip from California. 

Argyle greeted Steve and Jonathan like they were all long lost pals. He had the longest, shiniest hair, the most colorful wardrobe Steve had ever seen, and his smile was infectious. He also absolutely reeked of weed, and within minutes had talked Jonathan into taking a walk in the woods with him to “open their minds”. It was clear the two stoners were well on their way to becoming best friends.

Steve left them to it, knowing Robin would kill him if he showed up to dinner high and smelling of smoke. 

He chose a bed by the door and started making it up, tucking the sheets in tight and tossing his ugly plaid comforter on top. There was no point in really unpacking until they got their final bunk assignments, the night before the kids came, so after pulling out a few random t-shirts, shorts, and a bathing suit, and shoving them all into one of the cubby holes built into the walls of the cabin, Steve grabbed his discman and headphones and went to lay out in the sun. 

It was late, well past midnight and Steve had been tossing and turning for the last several hours. He never slept well on the first night of camp, the quiet always taking a little time for him to get used to, and It was no wonder he heard the soft footfalls of someone walking up the steps of the cabin.

The door opened slowly, revealing a figure painted in silhouette by moonlight. A riot of wild hair, and a guitar case slung across the boy’s back were all Steve could make out at first through his barely slitted eyelids. 

He watched, careful not to move too much and give away that he was awake as the boy quietly closed the door behind himself, and tiptoed further into the cabin, tossing his stuff down beside the bunk right next to Steve’s. It meant Steve had a perfect view of the newcomer’s backside as he bent to slide his guitar under the mattress frame and unzipped his bag. He straightened with an arm full of linens and hastily made up the bed, not even tucking the bottom corners of his fitted sheet in before throwing a quilt over the whole thing and calling it done, and began to undress. 

Steve swallowed hard, knowing he should probably look away now, or at least close his eyes, if for no other reason than to put on a better show of being asleep in case the other boy’s gaze swung his way, but he was enthralled.

The unfamiliar figure was still blanketed in shadow, but stood close enough now that Steve could make out a pair of huge sparkling dark eyes, brown he assumed, though the night had a way of stealing all the color from the world, to go with the boy’s even darker curls. A rounded nose and full pouty lips made up the rest of a face that would, Steve was fairly certain, now and forever haunt his dreams, as well as his every waking thought. 

He wanted to scream. 

He’d never felt so drawn to someone at first sight before. How much worse would it be once he saw this vision of beauty in daylight?

Powerless to resist the urge, Steve let his gaze roam down past the curve of the other boy’s jaw, eyes drinking in whatever details they could. The bob of an adams apple as he swallowed, the outline of his collarbones, black and gray markings on his chest and arms—tattoos that Steve couldn’t quite make out the shapes of. A trail of dark hair ran from his navel to the top of his pants, stark and inviting against pale white skin.

The boy reached for the button on his jeans and Steve did look away then. It was one thing to see the same skin that might be on display when someone took their top off down by the lake or at the pool, but another to ogle someone below the belt when they didn’t even know they were being watched.

Second passed and a dull thump had Steve snapping his eyes back open, grateful the other boy still had his boxers on at least, so he didn’t feel like too much of a creep. 

“Bollocks,” the stranger cursed softly, hopping on one foot for a second as he sucked air between his teeth, nursing a stubbed toe.

Steve’s stomach flipped at the sound of his voice.

International, right. He had an accent. Of course he did, obviously, Steve just hadn’t thought—

Why was that so hot?

He groaned internally, he hadn’t even properly seen the guy’s face yet and he was already absolutely fucked. 

Finally, mercifully, the other boy climbed into bed, yawning as he pulled the quilt up over his head, turning to face the other way.

And it was to the sound of this intriguing stranger’s breath that Steve finally drifted away into a fitful sleep.

Chapter 2

Steve's Summer Mix Eddie's Summer Mix

Thanks as always to the lovely @penny00dreadful for being the best beta, friend and cheerleader.

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[silverynight]

The star of the basketball team

"Come on, Tanjirou!" Zenitsu pleads, already taking the redhead's hand and dragging him towards the school gym. "Let's go watch the training match!"

Tanjirou chuckles, knowing exactly why Zenitsu wants to watch it. He's one of his best friends so he's okay with him liking his sister.

"You don't even like basketball!" He smiles, letting the other boy drag him all the way inside.

The team is already practicing; the sound of the tennis shoes against the wood floor is one of the things they can clearly hear.

"Fine!" Zenitsu admits. "The cheerleaders are practicing too!"

Like she can feel them, Nezuko turns her head around and smiles at her brother; she's part of the cheerleader team and is really good at it.

"Tanjirou!" She beams, then, after a while: "Oh, hi, Zenitsu!"

That's enough to keep Zenitsu daydreaming about her for the rest of the day.

"Nezuko!"

Tanjirou laughs before sitting close to the cheerleaders; there are a couple of groups of boys and girls in the gym at the moment, but they're mostly there to fawn over the basketball team.

"Why are they so tall?" Zenitsu complains, mood chaining suddenly. "Especially the captain! You know how many girls have crushes on him? It's not fair!"

"Pretty sure boys like him too," Tanjirou adds, prompting Zenitsu to glare at him. "But I think he has earned it! I mean he's a really good captain and an excellent basketball player!"

"You don't watch the games! How do you know that?"

"Nezuko's friends talk about him a lot!" It's true, Tanjirou doesn't watch a lot of games, and when he does, he's mostly taking pictures of his sister and keeping an eye on her. So he doesn't know a lot about the team either.

"Oh, right," Zenitsu huffs, rolling his eyes. "I forgot half of the cheerleader team has a thing for you."

Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears at that.

"They don't!" He blurts out, feeling a little bit flustered. "They're kind to me because I'm Nezuko's older brother and I bring them snacks sometimes!"

As they've been summoned, a couple of boys and girls from the cheerleader team approach them.

"Tanjirou!" A girl bats her eyelashes with a huge grin on her face. "It's nice to see you again!"

Behind them, Nezuko rolls her eyes.

"Will you watch me cheer?" A boy asks quietly, looking shyly at him.

"Of course!" Tanjirou assures him. They all do a really good job so they deserve to have someone supporting them too!

"Nezuko, I want to be your sister-in-law!"

"No."

"Why not?" Another girl pouts.

"Can you all focus? We need to practice for the game! It's in a few days!"

Reluctantly, they all go back to practice their main routine. Tanjirou waves at them every now and then.

"Rengoku-san!"

Tanjirou gets startled by the loud girls and boys towards the middle of the bleachers. They're not cheerleaders, but they seem to be very enthusiastic about anything the team's captain does.

Well, he can't blame them; it's really hard not to notice Rengoku's blond hair with red tips; he's also really loud, but perhaps the most interesting thing about him is his ability to jump incredibly high when needed.

Tanjirou has lost count of the times he has scored in a few minutes.

However, he quickly takes his eyes off the practice match in order to look at his sister. Even though she's an amazing cheerleader, Tanjirou worries about her, especially whenever she's going to make a difficult jump.

He's so distracted, he doesn't notice the ball coming directly towards him until it's a few inches away. However, he manages to catch it in his hands.

"Sorry about that! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry!" Tanjirou smiles at the team's captain, who rushes towards where they are to get the ball.

Tanjirou hands it back to him, feeling Rengoku's fingers brush his for a moment.

The tall boy hasn't stopped staring at him. His grin becomes huge, and his fire looking eyes start glimmering with joy.

"I haven't seen you here before!" He says, leaning closer. "What's your name?"

"I'm Kamado Tanjirou."

"It's a pleasure!" Rengoku says, even louder than before. It seems his voice volume goes up the more excited he gets. "I'm Rengoku Kyojuro!"

Tanjirou smiles back, prompting the captain to keep leaning closer.

"We don't have all the time in the world, Rengoku!" The coach screams then, prompting the tall boy to take a step back from Tanjirou and blush to the tip of his ears.

"Right, sir!" He turns around but seems to reconsider it before looking back at the redhead. "I'll see you later, Tanjirou!"

Only then he notices Zenitsu narrowing his eyes.

"Great. Now the popular guy likes you, sure this won't be a problem at all!"

"He seems nice!" Tanjirou smiles, as the girls and boys who were screaming for the team's captain get closer to them.

"Maybe if we sit here, we can catch the ball next time and get to talk to him too!"

Zenitsu groans, trying to pretend he doesn't hear them.

***

After the practice, Tanjirou, Nezuko and Zenitsu decide to go to a cafe right outside their school.

"Tanjirou!"

As soon as they hear the voice, Zenitsu groans before the three of them turn around.

"Why do you have to be pretty and adorable?" He pinches Tanjirou's cheek. "Why did you have to charm your way into the captain's heart too?"

Nezuko chuckles as Tanjirou frowns at Zenitsu in confusion before he feels someone grab his arm gently.

"Where are you going?" Rengoku asks, leaning closer to him. He doesn't seem to have an understanding of personal space whatsoever. But Tanjirou doesn't mind.

"We're going to eat something..."

"Can I join you?" Rengoku's hair is dripping wet, and he's wearing the standard school uniform, which means he came rushing from the gym's locker room.

"Of course, Rengoku-senpai!" Tanjirou nods as the tall boy moves even closer. "By the way, this is Agatsuma Zenitsu and my sister, Kamado Nezuko."

"Oh, right! I thought you looked familiar, Kamado!" He tells Nezuko with a huge grin. "You're an amazing cheerleader!"

"Thank you, senpai!" She chuckles, amused for some reason.

"And you're the boy who was sitting close to Tanjirou earlier." Rengoku's smile drops suddenly, eyes staring at the boy with yellow hair like he's trying to figure something out.

Zenitsu pales.

"I'm his best friend!" He blurts out suddenly. "We only see each other as friends!"

"Oh, great! Nice to meet you, Agatsuma!"

After that they all seem to relax somewhat. Tanjirou watches in surprise at all the amount of food Rengoku can eat. It's also curious, but endearing how he says "tasty" after each bite.

He's sitting next to Tanjirou, while Nezuko and Zenitsu sit in front of them. The redhead can feel the other's leg pressing against his even though he has plenty of space on his side.

When they're done, Tanjirou asks for a milkshake; the others order one too.

They talk a little bit about the upcoming game and basketball in general; Tanjirou notices that, during the conversation, Rengoku insists on calling Nezuko and Zenitsu by their last names, but refuses to do the same with Tanjirou, even though they just met.

"Rengoku-senpai..."

"Please, call me Kyojuro," the boy says, already grinning at Tanjirou with so much enthusiasm, the redhead can't say No.

"Alright, Kyojuro-senpai!"

It seems the boy likes that because he beams before leaning closer to Tanjirou.

Nezuko is watching them with amusement.

"Don't worry," Kyojuro says after a while. "I'll pay for everything!"

"No, wait! Kyojuro-senpai!"

But he doesn't let Tanjirou pay for his or Nezuko's food.

"Alright, he's not that bad," Zenitsu finally admits after they say goodbye to the tall boy. "Very nice of him to pay for my food too just to impress you."

"He wasn't trying to impress me," Tanjirou assures him, feeling very flustered out of the sudden.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that."

***

Kyojuro hangs out with Tanjirou a lot now. He walks him to his classroom, with an arm around his shoulders and listening with undivided attention to whatever Tanjirou decides to talk about that particular morning.

Tanjirou has the feeling that the other students have started talking about them because they're constantly looking in their direction whenever they are together.

When Kyojuro finds out Tanjirou helps his family by working part-time in their bakery, he starts going there and buying a lot of pastries for himself and his family.

That's how Tanjirou's parents meet him.

"I don't know," his father tells his wife, narrowing his eyes at the door Kyojuro used to exit. "He's very touchy with Tanjirou and he stares at him a lot."

"That's because we're friends!" The redhead assures his father. "He's a very kind person. I like him."

"Don't worry!" Kie tells her husband, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "We'll keep an eye on him and we'll decide later if we approve of him or not."

Tanjirou is a little bit puzzled; they didn't act like that with Zenitsu or Inosuke, and that boy is really energetic and wild, so he has no idea why they're being so harsh on Kyojuro.

Sometimes they're a little bit overprotective around him.

Tanjirou meets the Rengoku family a week later when his friend invites him to have dinner with them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all!" He bows as soon as he walks in.

"Nice to meet you, Tanjirou-san," Senjuro, Kyojuro's little brother, mumbles shyly. The redhead adores him immediately; he reminds him of his younger siblings.

"We have heard a lot of things about you!" Shinjuro, their father, says with a smirk as a form of greeting.

Kyojuro turns slightly pink at that.

Then, Ruka steps closer to him. Her red eyes look at Tanjirou's in a way he feels like she can see right into his soul.

Finally, she smiles kindly and pulls him into a hug.

"Welcome to the family, Tanjirou."

"Really?" Her husband looks at the redhead again, surprised. "How can you tell?"

Ruka looks at something behind Tanjirou and Shinjuro follows her eyes.

"Oh, right."

Tanjirou is absolutely confused; he has no idea what they're talking about, besides, the only thing behind him is Kyojuro himself, smiling at him the same way he has done since they both met.

"We met in high-school too," Ruka reminds her husband, like she's trying to make a point.

"Yeah, we did," he grins again before turning towards Tanjirou and Kyojuro. "Dinner will be ready in an hour."

"We'll be in my room!" Kyojuro says, grabbing Tanjirou's hand in his.

"Alright, but keep the door open," Ruka tells him, prompting Kyojuro to turn completely red in seconds.

"Mother, please!"

She chuckles, looking fondly at how embarrassed her son looks.

Tanjirou doesn't understand what's going on, but he has a good time nonetheless.

***

Things start making a lot of sense when, a couple of days later, after the Ubuyashiki school's team wins the match against Kibutsuji school, Kyojuro rushes towards the bleachers, takes Tanjirou in his arms and gives him a kiss on the lips.

Oh. So that's why everyone acted so weird around them.

Tanjirou kisses him back, just a quick peck on the lips because he doesn't want the teachers or the coach to scold them.

Kyojuro's eyes start glimmering like it's the best day of his life. He nuzzles against Tanjirou's cheek until the boy giggles.

"Would you like to be my boyfriend, Tanjirou?"

"I'd love to, Kyojuro."

As soon as they get out of school, Kyojuro gives him a lot of kisses, but this time, they're open mouth ones that make Tanjirou's toes curl.

"You still have to earn my parents' and siblings' approval," Nezuko warns him.

"I'll do my best!" Kyojuro promises before pulling Tanjirou in his arms again.

Tanjirou gives him a kiss on the cheek. He knows his parents will grow to like him because he's an amazing person and has a kind heart.

It'll be fine.

***

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[knb-shitposting]

BABY/KID GOM HEADCANONS!!!

Midorima-

Had a strange obsession with rubber ducks. Had like 15 of them and refused to bathe without atleast 5 being present

He named every single one

He was the first one in his class to memories all the tables

He had a very hard time making friends :(

Had 1 friend that was actually his cousin but he moved states

But its okay the teachers loved him!!

Sat with teachers during lunch

Grew out of his shoes very fast and hated buying new ones bc he had a hard time adjusting to change

Had the cutest baby face and smile. Literally he was the cutest kid do not fight me!!!

Once him and his mom were going for a walk and a random woman came up to them and asked to take a pic with baby mido because he looked THAT cute.

it was either the cutest or the most off-putting thing to watch a 4 feet, oddly baby faced, 3rd grader trying to speak in polished adult vocabulary

Murasakibara-

Grew out of his clothes very fast

always at the back of every class photo

there was a kid that asked him "hows the weather up there" for 3 weeks straight and one day he got so fed up he told him that it was raining and spit on him

always picked first in pe

never shared his lunchbox w anyone

always picked out the vegetables during lunch and got scolded by the teacher for it

had to hold the teachers hand during every feild trip bc he kept wandering off

kissed every animal on its head during a school zoo trip. the techers took a picture every time he did.

his teachers made him take a photo w a baby giraffe and it was so cute

always got his siblings passed down shoes and clothes

sat in his siblings lap all the time. cuddled and played with them all the time as well. he was so full of love

Kise

like midorima, very cute kid, people asked to take pictures with him

his parents had to turn down modelling application since he was in 4th

he never got any stationary. always borrowed from the girls

got kissed on the cheek by the principal once

DOMINATED the sport periods

he actually enjoyed sports back then. he was in football, badminton, and the tennis team all at once

missed a lot of academic periods bc of that

had trouble socializing wit the guys in his class bc they all were jealous

failed math in elementary twice

learned the table of 7 in middle school

Aomine

He put a frog on momoi's head once and she started sobbing immediately. and started yelling at aomine to take the frog off her head

he thought it was the funniest thing ever. but then she started like screaming and some grandpa had to take it the frog off her head

she slapped him and said that they werent friends anymore.

He didnt take it seriously but then momoi started to ignore him at school and the park so he got scared shitless

he rehearsed so many apologies but in the end pulled up to momoi's house with this mom and shyly hid behind his mom while she talked to momois mom

Aomines mom and momois mom thought it was so cute and funny. They sent aomine to momois room to apologies and recorded the entire thing

he made momoi an origami swan as an apology. she forgave him!! yay!!

slept next to his mom till middle school

was actually very radiant and had many friends

failed english in elementary

always got his shoes dirty and torn beyond repair

Kuroko-

his teacher missed him during school trip headcounts and he got left behind at the zoo. like the bus literally left

he was calm and collected and just told one of the guards there to give him their phone so he can call his mom

his mom called the school furious and the bus came back mid way to pick him up

his teacher was crying and hugged him TIGHT. and she apologized a million times

he kissed her cheek!! aw

had 2 ride or die friends

the cutest girl in his class had a vvery obvious crush on him

passed elementary with exactly 50%

Momoi

people loved her hair!! everyone loved to play with it

told aomine every thought that came into her mind

played basketball with him sometimes

she was absolutely dominating girls basketball

but then she quit bc height

had only female friends

had girls only slumber parties where she'd steel her moms make up and nail paint

she once actually ate her moms lipstick and said it tasted good

at one point she became really close with this one girl which made aomine so jealous he cried at her doorstep

she fed stray dogs regularly

Akashi

obsessed with remote controlled cars and planes

had a phase where he hated masaomi and loved masaomi to death during his toddler years

on one hand he wouldnt let masaomi even 5 feer near his remote controlled car collection

on the other hand when he was 4 he needed. NEEDED masaomi to sleep

he needed to be on masaomi's lap, shoulder anywhere

he gave him lots of kisses

And masaomi thought it was so cute

and akashi used to stare at him with such awe and love masaomi cried once. he got teased by shiori

Masaomi took him to work one day just to for demo or smth

and within 5 mins 4 year old akashi got stolen by the employees and they all played w him!1

he definitely sucked his thumb

needed a good morning and goodnight kiss from shiori to survive

he loved to watch the maids cook

[bibiwrld]

Nerdy Loser Anakin Skywalker!— Jealous! pt. 1

Pairing: Nerdy loser Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Content warning: Fluff, angst, cursing, slight jealousy, cheating???

pt .2

Sydnee trudged out of her last lecture for the day, one strap of her backpack slung over her shoulder as she walked all the way to the other side of the campus to meet Chloe, Lilian, Sydnee's roommate, and Dakota, a girl from the the basketball team, who were smoking a joint and waiting for her by the tennis court.

"Waddup?" She dapped up Dakota, taking the joint from her.

"Tired as shit." Dakota replied.

Sydnee leaned against the fence like the others, watching June and some guy play a tennis match, it sounded more like a grunting match.

"I feel you." She took a long drag from the joint, the familiar warm feeling spreading around her chest. Slowly releasing the smoke, she passed the joint to Chloe.

"Where's your little boyfriend today?" Lilian teased, leaning over to look at Sydnee.

Sydnee was in the middle of fixing her two afro puffs. "I don't know what the hell you’re talking about.

Chloe chuckled, taking a small pull of the joint and passed it off to Lilian. "He totally has a crush on you, it’s so obvious. He slipped up and called you his girlfriend when I hung out at his place the other day.”

She tensed up, a wave of guilt rushing over her. “We’re just friends.”

"Didn't you suck his dick?" Dakota asked with a raised brow.

Jesus, did everyone know about that night? Can’t tell Chloe anything.

Sydnee paused her movements. "It was one time."

They all giggled, swarming around her.

"Oh God, get off." Sydnee laughed.

They got off her and went back to their positions on the fence.

Lilian gave Dakota the joint. “And you fucked him too.”

Sydnee ran both hands over her face, remembering that intimate moment.

“So you’re fuck buddies—” Dakota tried piecing it together.

“Who like each other.” Lilian and Chloe finished, followed by a laugh.

"I'm just not ready for a relationship, you know?" She crossed her arms.

"Well, you should tell Anakin that." Chloe said, looking straight ahead. "He's coming over here right now."

That caught her off guard. "What?" She looked in the direction Chloe was staring in. There he was, walking around the court to the group of girls.

“What are you so afraid of?” Lilian asked softly. “If you like each other, it should work, Syd.”

Sydnee didn’t answer, but it was on the tip of her tongue.

The rotation finally made it back to Sydnee. The joint rested between her index and middle fingers, taking a small pull before Anakin was by them.

"Hi." He waved at the 2 girls, with a scrunched up nose because of the smell of the weed.

Lilian and Dakota waved back with broad smiles.

He looked at Chloe, smiling. “Hi Chloe.”

“Hi second favorite cousin.” She smiled.

He playfully rolled his eyes then finally set them on Sydnee. "H-Hey."

Chloe, Lilian and Dakota could see his imaginary tail just wagging at the sight of Sydnee, it was so cute.

Smoke escaped Sydnee's lips as she smiled widely. She couldn't control herself. "Hey pretty boy.”

His pearly whites were on display as he smiled at her words. "I was headed back to my place and I happened to see you here..do you want to come with me?"

The three girls stared at the pair, waiting for an answer from Sydnee.

"Yeah." She licked her lips.

His smile widened at her response. "Okay. Uh, see you guys."

"Bbbbyyyyeeee!" They waved and dragged out in a high pitched voice.

Sydnee shook her head and passed off the joint to Lilian before walking off. "Bye ladies.”

Anakin and Sydnee walked through the campus to locate his car.

"Where were you coming from?" She asked, rubbing her right eye.

"The library. I had a tutoring session with Nina Enriquez, she's struggling in Quantum Physics." He answered.

Her brows knitted together, visualizing the Filipina with curtain bangs, who was in her Quantum Physics class, and actually top of the class, leaving Sydnee in second.

That was odd of her to need a tutor for that class when she was doing just fine.

She hummed to herself, trying not to think about it too much.

He unlocked the car and opened the door for her.

"Such a gentleman." She smirked, entering his car.

He smiled back and closed the door.

Before going to his place, they made a stop and got lunch as they were both hungry. Now at his apartment, they just finished chowing down on some Chinese food. They both sat in his room, Anakin reading a new book and Sydney staring into the distance.

"Is something bothering you, Syd?" Anakin frowned, looking over at Sydnee who was deep in thought. He bookmarked the page and closed his book, giving her his full attention.

She blinked then averted her gaze to him. "Uh, just thinking. You said Nina wanted help in Quantum Physics?"

She doesn't know why she kept thinking about it.

"Yeah, you know her?"

"Yes and she's a damn liar." Her brows arched.

She knew exactly what Nina was doing.

"Liar?" Anakin was completely lost. "Why do you say that?"

"She's in my Quantum Physics class, she's top of the class, she doesn't need help." She screwed up her face.

"Then why would she ask for my help?" Anakin wasn't getting it at all.

She hated how oblivious he was to this. "She likes you, Anakin!"

He blinked. "Oh." It made sense, as she would bring him little snacks and compliment him every second she got.

"Is that all you have to say?" She was starting to get a little pissed off, why was she feeling like this?

She couldn't be jealo— never, not that.

"Are you mad?" He frowned.

"Of course not." She crossed her arms.

"You seem..pretty mad." He rose his brows at her.

"Whatever." She looked away.

"I'll..confront her about it a-and stop tutoring her, if that makes you feel better." He inched closer, trying to get through to her.

That somehow made her feel less upset.

"Okay." She turned to him and uncrossed her arms.

"Sydnee." His eyes were dead set on her lips.

Her eyes trailed to his lips. "Yeah, Anakin?”

"I wouldn't want to do anything to upset you like that, I swear." His lips loomed over hers, whispering to her. "I don’t like her, I like you."

Anakin kissed her, nothing too sloppy, but it was deep. Sydnee was melting into his hands, his strong veiny hands held the back of her head gently.

She moaned into the kiss, slowly laying back onto the bed, then she caught herself. "Mmnnnoo." She pulled away from the heated kiss.

"Wh-what's wrong?" He heaved, searching her face desperately for answers. "Did- did I do something wrong?"

She stared at her lap, not wanting to look at him. "No, Anakin."

"Do you no-not…like m-me?" His voice trembled.

"No, Anakin." She slowly closed her eyes.

"Then this is okay...r-right?" He put a finger up under her chin, lifting her head to face him.

She avoided his gaze. "Anakin…I-I can't do this. I like you, I really do, but I can’t keep fucking you and knowing you want something serious. I don't think I'm ready for a relationship." Oh how she felt like shit. She felt like she was stabbing him in the heart.

He was silent for a moment. "That's okay. We like each other a-and I think that's enough." He played with his hair. "I like what we have, I can wait."

This might've been the first time a guy was understanding to her.

Her eyes began to gloss over and Anakin quickly noticed, internally panicking, but he didn’t let it get to him as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on top of hers.

“H-hey, no, n-no don’t cry.” He soothed her, rubbing circles on her back. “It’s okay, y-you’re okay.”

That made her tears flow down even harder, her sobs muffled by his chest. She said something, but he didn’t quite catch it.

“W-what?” He pulled back to look at her. Her long lashes were a wet mess and her eyes were a light shade of pink. Was it crazy to think she looked pretty even when she cried?

“I got cheated on a few times…by someone I thought I could trust, that’s why I’m so hesitant about getting into a relationship.” She confessed. “I haven’t been serious about a guy in forever.”

His thumbs pressed into her face, wiping away her tears. “I understand. We can go at any pace you want to.”

Her arms wrapped around him. “Th-thank you, Anakin.”

He mumbled something, but she didn’t hear him properly.

“What did you say, Ani?” She placed her head on his chest.

“I said that guy’s a fucking idiot.” He cursed.

That surprised her, she’s never heard him curse outside of sex.

“S-sorry.” He apologized cutely.

💋

[ashstfu]

thanku for tagging me @swimmingblues i love doing these!! ☀️💞

1. were you named after anyone?

nope

2. last time you cried?

three nights ago! uhh ok so get it. i knew that there would be a day where i would have more old friends than old, but i didn’t think it would come so soon.. the realisation hit me hard. i’d like to think that i would know how they would like their coffee today. i’d like to think that i still know how to intertwine my hands with theirs. but yeah.. to think at some point in time, our hands and feet were the same size, we thought that the now was forever. to think that forever wasn’t a haunting waiting to happen ... ASH SHUT UP

3. do you have children?

fuck to the no nope never hell nah nooooooooooo

4. do you play sports?

i used to play basketball ... now i play tennis sometimes (rarely)

5. do you use sarcasm?

only w people i’m close with.

6. whats the first thing you notice about people

i’m a virgo so like. everything but i pay v close attention to their character & behavior & oh posture!

7. whats your eye color?

dark brown 😚

8. scary movies or happy endings?

BOTH!

9. talents?

i can argue and surf like a pro (lying) 🏄‍♀️

10. where were you born?

in a hospital duh

11. what are your hobbies?

taking long naps, listening to music, going on really long walks, reading, watching movies, posting & reblogging stuff on tumblr.com :) i like to visit museums & beaches as well!

12. do you have any pets?

sadly no but i want one

13. how tall are you?

5’10 / 177.80 cm

14. favorite school subjects?

biology 🧬

15. dream job

italian mob wife or “the talk of the town” 😋

tagging everyone in the world but also @twoheadedfawnn @twinprime @cigarbruise @raqhaelia @chandajaan @cowgirlrising @wvterways @new-november-moons @andrew3garfield @srdcovka <3

[thewritetofreespeech]

Akashi Seijuro x Reader

summary: just a heartstrings thing I came up with

You arrived at the Seijuro estate on time, because you knew that Akashi liked you to be punctual. You also wanted to be on time because you were a little anxious to see Akashi.

When he called you he sounded a little nervous on the phone. A trait you had never heard from him in his voice, so you were curious what was going on. It couldn’t be that you were coming over. You had been to his place many times; mostly when his father was away. He also hadn’t give you any special plans to deal with as he said you’d just be ‘hanging out’. So you wanted to know what was going on.

“Akashi!” You exclaimed when you saw the red head at the door. A soft smile on his face as he spotted you.

“Hello [Y/N]. I trust the drive was well?”

“Yep. Smooth sailing as always.” You turn to see the valet pulling your car away into the driveway. “So, what did you want to do today? Watch a movie? Play a round on the tennis court?”

Akashi chuckled. “In a little bit. I thought we could go on a walk first.”

You look down to see Akashi holding a bouquet of flowers. “Are those for me?!”

“No.” He told you. “Yours are inside. These are…well...just come with me.” There was that nervous tone again. It was more unnerving in person.

You don’t ask anymore questions and just follow Akashi. The two of you walk to a secluded area of the property that you’d never been to before. A part that looked like no one had been to before in a long while. “Akashi, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Was all he told you.

You walk a few more paces before the path broke into a small clearing. Like in a fairy tale. Only there wasn’t a mysterious pound with shimmering light, or a bunch of fairies fluttering around in secret. It was just a small clearing, with some flowers, and a single gravestone.

“Hello mother.”

You were shocked at Akashi’s words. Watching him walk up to the stone and place the flowers. “It’s been a long time. I hope you are well. These are for you.” This all seemed very weird. But then again, you hadn’t really experienced death often in your life, and everyone experienced it differently. “I’m sorry they aren’t your favorite but at this time of year, you know. I’m sorry I’ve been away so long. School, work, basketball. I’m sure you understand. I have friends now again, so I’m sure you would be pleased. I fact, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Akashi turned back and reached his hand out to you. You take it and come closer to him, standing by his side. “This is [Y/N]. My s/o. They’re very special to me so I wanted you to meet them. I…wish you could meet them….”

You felt Akashi squeeze your hand tighter as his voice got tighter too. “It’s very nice to meet you.” You didn’t really know what to say. “You have a wonderful son Mrs. Seijuro-san. You would be very proud of him.”

A gentle breeze came through the clearing, and you have to chalk it up to coincidence, but your heart felt like it was really her giving her blessing. “Let’s head back.”

The two of you make it out of the clearing and back to the main property quickly. “I’m sorry if that was awkward for you.” Akashi finally said. Still holding your hand. “It didn’t seem right to spring it on you, but it also didn’t seem right to tell you ‘hey, let’s go visit my mother’s grave’.”

“I would have gone if you told me.”

He smiled a little. “I know you would have. Still, it was…just something I wanted to do.”

You squeezed his hand back this time and hugged his arm. “You miss your mom.”

“Terribly.”

“And that’s ok. I wish I could have met her too. In pictures, she always seems really nice. And pretty.”

“She was. On both accounts.”

“Do you think she would have liked me?”

Akashi squeezed your hand back again. “She would have adored you.”

There was another gentle breeze across the courtyard as you came inside. It felt warm and comforting. It was funny. This was probably the oddest, but also best received, ‘meet the parents’ you’d ever been too. You certainly hoped meeting his father one day would go just as well.

[paingoes]

Now I'm wondering what WOULD happen if AU Delta were as powerful as canon Delta.

I imagine Apollo would be even more annoying after he graduated from medical school lol.

I really love that Delta lets Paris have a phone and keep in touch with his friend, and shows some genuine care for Paris and what's important to him.

The idea of Delta and Lorelai being internet/social media friends is really neat. What would their interactions be like? Also, was Lorelai allowed to have a phone, or did she swipe it from somewhere and has to hide it, like canon Delta with his laptop?

On that note, if Delta were to get news relevant to Lorelai, would he tell Paris? And without Paris asking him?

Yes!!! Sports! Maybe baseball, American football, or flag football for Paris. (I'd say wrestling or boxing, but I'd be worried for his opponent 😬.) What sport would suit Lorelai?

"Those are my lungs." Is Delta referring to the fact that he owns Paris (and therefore his lungs), or second-hand smoke? Just wanted to be sure I'm interpreting that line correctly.

1.) AS!delta would probably end up being forced to mask his powers by his parents. i said psychic!paris would go on to be a dictator but that's EMPIRE. Aegea is just one seaside kingdom in a larger galactic federation and they're not a warlike people. they'd definitely gain a powerful weapon through delta's powers but all the attention it would draw to him would definitely mark him for assassination or capture. so he's forced to hide it. he probably wears psychic dampeners like delta does in rubies. they would blend in with all his other jewelry so it just looks natural on him. no one ever finds out, hopefully.

delta really hates this. when he's younger he acts out a lot to try and show off. but as he matures a little bit, he comes to understand why his parents made him hide it. i mean. you saw how well it worked out for canon delta.

2.) haha i think he gets humbled by the licensing exam! he's just really dealing with the dunning-kruger effect at this point. levon critcizes him for being a know-it-all and delta says he's kinda bossy. he's a little less annoying after he graduates :)

hes at the peak!

i love apollo <3 this wasnt your question but he went as gene wilder frankenstein for halloween btw

3.) omg i didnt think about it but now that you mention it, lorelai probably IS sneaking her phone. you're really not allowed to have a personal phone if youre in combat right??? so yeah i think shes hiding it. however i think the consequences of her being found out are pretty minimal and if she did get it confiscated she'd just like. get a new one. lmfao.

delta watches lorelai's instagram stories (15 second videos of her doing parkour in the woods) in complete silence at 3am. replies with fire emojis. she hypes him up whenever he posts pics of himself :) its mostly small talk but they get along p well and i think they have good bants. nothing beyond that really. neither of them are online that often.

4.) yeah! i think paris's little panicked reaction when delta asks if she's okay means that delta is in fact keeping tabs on her situation. he'd tell paris if he found out something about lorelai specifically. however, if it was just general bad news about how the plantary situation might develop, he'd probably keep that to himself. no reason to make paris stress out about it for no reason. it's not like he can do anything :/

5.) im biased but i think paris would be good w baseball and basketball. i actually just want to draw him in a basketball shirt ive been meaning to draw streetwear destroyer for a grip. oh also paris canonically fences. yknow how it is w princes.

lorelai i think would be really good for tennis and volleyball <3

6.) delta was referring to the fact he owns paris <3

[glittervame]

My stupid bugs

This is the most random shit. Don't mind it <3

Heartbreak High x Oc! Reader, it's a teen drama you know what to expect

I felt like my world was spinning in circles, I couldn't hear anything over this stupid ringing in my ears, I stumbled over my feet as I tried to get fresh air shoving people out of my way and trying to get to the quad. "Gem? Amethyst- I need you to breathe" A hand slightly touches the lower of my back and I quickly flench away before calming down a bit when I just realize it was just the three bug boys.

"Sorry," I apologize, my voice is shaky and it sounds like I'm on the verge of crying. "Crazy in there, right?" I sigh as blink the tears away.

Dusty frowns, "Gem...we saw the wall, you know we don't see you or Ant any different" He glances at said boy, "You guys are still our friends"

I glance to his right hesitantly, looking at Spider, his eyes meet mine and he nods. It was probably one of the only times I had seen him so serious, I sag in relief wiping the the stray tears away, and giving the bugs a small grin.

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I found myself sitting in between Spider and Quinni in a musty, boy-sweat-smelling gym when the doors opened holy shit harps. She had buzzed off all her hair and she was rocking the hardcore emo look. "God her hair" Sasha whispered from behind me, "Is she ok?"

"Pack it up eleven!" Missy yelled to the girl who was walking to her seat. Amerie jumped out of her seat and rushed towards Harper-

"Sit down Amerie," Woodsy said into the mike making the girl freeze, she sighed, "I'm a woke woman, I enjoy sex as much as the next person-" laughs ripple across the crowd, "Really don't need to know!" I yelled towards her she rolled her eyes. "-But reputation is everything and this map," she gestured toward the old stairwells, "has jeopardized your reputation and the reputation of our school on the first day back"

She sighed disappointedly before looking at her assistant, "We are currently in the process of contacting all the parents of everyone on the map-" groans could be heard from across the room, "I strongly suggested that there are to be no more parties, shindigs, or gathos. Alcohol equals poor choices The risk-taking behaviors outlined on this map are unacceptable. Hartley High prides itself on being a safe environment." There was a handful of laughs, "But this is a wake-up call that we are not doing enough. Oh, and we will find out who did this. Get to class. Go." She shouts pointing at the gym doors.

I was going to call after Amerie as she was running after Haper but Woodsy beats me to it, "Miss Wadia. Come with me." I stop in my tracks and lean into the hand that was wrapping around my waist, "Let's go Gem" Ant ushers me out the door.

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Sitting on the bleachers against the wall I was playing with Dustys' hair and watching the other boys play basketball when Amerie walked back into the room trailing after Harper, "Honestly she looks like a dog" I muttered looking at the pair.

"Why haven't you answered my texts? Oi! Harp! Where have you been? Firstly, your hair. Extreme, but I love it. Secondly, Woodsy knows. I didn't tell her about you, don't worry." I narrow my eyes at her words.

"I'm not worried" Harper states plainly as she blinks at the girl across from her.

"Thirdly, Dusty spoke to me so we're pretty much dating..." I roll my eyes at Amerie's words, narcissistic bitch.

"I don't give a shit"

"What's up with you? Hello. Didn't you hear me? I took the fall for you." She rolled her eyes like it was the obvious.

"I didn't ask you to do that."

"Shut up. You're my best mate." Amerie laughs

"Not anymore." Harper sneers, shutting her down quickly.

It was like watching a tennis match, the bystander's eyes in the gym bounced back and forth between the two girls and you could cut the tension with a knife. Some students had already started to pull out their phones to record.

"What are you talking about?"

"fuck off," Harper says more aggressively

"Okay, Harper, I don't get it."

"Of course you don't." she rolls her eyes

"Well, then tell me."

"I said get off me. I'm fucking done with you!"

"Fight, fight, fight!" a slight smirk passes over my lips as I see the students egg the girls on.

Amerie goes to grab Harper but the blond shoves her which causes Amerie to pin her giants against the wall, "What the fuck Harper? Stop! Why are you doing this? What is wrong with you!?" Harper bashes her forehead against her noes causing Anmerie to fall on the floor with a bloody noes. Quinnin went over to see if she was ok but ended up getting sneezed on, blood splattering all over her face, "ew"

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I grip my solo cup like it was a lifeline as I clutch onto Harper, her blond hair falling onto her face, "Bloody love you, We stick together yeah?" She nods, "Forever together, the tree musketeers" My eyeliner and face makeup glow in the dark lights my face grins as I get handed another drink by Amerie, "Drink up bitches we're getting fucked!" I rush to the dance floor with the two girls laughing along with them.

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"Why'd she do it? Crazy bitch." Ant seeths, "My mums going to kill me because of her"

I slide into the seat next to him, "Who did what?"

Spider glanced at me, "Amerie wrote the map"

My blood runs cold, as my eyes instantly find the girl who was talking to Sasha, before standing and making my way over.

"Oi, Sash! So you've picked her side?" The black haired girl asks

Sasha gives her a bewildered look, "Are you kidding me? Dude, everyone's pissed. You broke people up. You outed people. And all of that work Missy and I did to stay friends after we broke up, that's fucked." Her eyes barely meet mine and I wince.

"Doesn't mean anything now, because... Harper did the map too." Amerie says it was obvious and she did nothing wrong.

"You know what really shits me?" I hiss as I shove her back so she stumbles over her feet, "When people can't own up to their actions, You outed me to the whole school you bitch, I told you that in confidence because you were my friend! Didn't think you'd write it on a public wall for all eyes to see you sick fuck." I harshly push her back again so her back hits the brick wall of the school.

"You outed not just me but my friends" I take a deep breath before continuing, "Look, I hope you're okay...But that map is a real dog, man. And I just think you need to do some work on yourself. Like, away from us." I gestured to the people behind me in the quad, and people started laughing at the girl in front of me. "I don't want you back Wadia"

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The intercoms screech as they turn on, "Will the following students please meet in classroom 5D: Amerie Wadia, Harper McLean, Sasha So, Missy Beckett, Dustin Reid, Spencer White," Ant elbows Spider making fun of him, "Anthony Vaughn" his smile quickly fades off of his face and then he rolls his eyes as Spence grins at him.

"Sounds like a bunch of dickheads" Darren says munching on a snack and then handing a piece to Quinni when they're finished.

"Darren Rivers"

"Damit" Darren curses and I grin at him, wiggling my eyebrows and waving him bye.

"Quinn Gallagher-Jones, Douglas Piggott, Malakai Mitchell." I sigh happily lying down on a picnic table and waving my friends bye as they walk away.

"Amethyst Rivers"

"Damit!" I yell out in frustration, I hear Darren bark out a laugh before I follow behind them.

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As I walk into the room, my bag slung over my shoulder, I hear Woodsy yelling at Spider to get off the table he's sitting on. I duck as a wad of paper gets thrown in my direction, "Whore" I say to Ant, "Slut!" He grins back as I sit between him and the Spider.

"Map Bitch!" Spider whistles at her like an owner trying to get a dog's attention, "Map Bitch."

Amerie snaps her head around glaring daggers at the new kid sitting next to her, "What cunt?" He backs away, "Nice to meet you too"

"Come on Douglas..." Woodsy complains ushering him into his seat.

Spider perks up, "Oi, eshay bah! How was stereo brah?" The group around them laugh at his joke and Dusty pats him on the back.

I hang over Spider, arms dangling around his neck, "So cemetery tomorrow?" I lowered my voice so Woodsy couldn't hear us, my eyes looking around the group.

"Yeah boy!" Dusty and Ant dab each other up, "It's going to be a rager!"

Darren turns around their pink silk wrap string falling over his shoulder, "Oi, uh, what's the cemetery?" they ask eyebrow lifting.

I go to open my mouth but Spider beats me to it, "None ya biz, bong water"

"Ok, settle down thank you," Woodsy raises her voice before Spider can say anything else, Another teacher walks into the room that I've never seen before but as I look around it seems like some students recognized her.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Miss Josephine Obah, but you can call me Jojo. Kind of like, "Yo-yo," but J." She laughed at herself but seeing as no one else was laughing she cleared her throat, "I'm an English teacher, so I know some of you. But I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here. Well, your names were on the map in the stairwell. The one that's out of bounds" She looks at Amerie.

The new kid raises his hand, "Um, what map?" His face is full of confusion.

Jo-jo gives him a deadpan look, " Okay, very funny. Look, peeps, we're not dumb. We know a lot of you are sexually active, but we're concerned this map demonstrates a real lack of respect for one another when it comes to sexual relationships. So we want to address it head-on. This is a special class that aims to give you clear and accessible information about sex and intimacy...A sexual literacy tutorial."

"SLT. So we're sluts? Jo-jo, are you calling your students sluts?" I grin at her as I watch her squirm when Spider starts chanting with Ant and Dusty.

"Sluts! Sluts! Sluts!"

Jo-jo waves at everyone to be quiet, "That's enough. Come on, everyone. This class will go back to the basics on sex and...Because clearly, you all have a lot to learn in that department. It'll happen twice a week, in your own time." The class lets out collective protests ring out through the room and Jo-jo hesitates to finish, "Until..."

"No, until we judge that you started to respect each other and yourselves. You have to attend every class or it'll go on your permanent record." Woodsy finishes for her.

Ant looks up in surprise, "Wait, we have permanent records?"

"This is sex jail!"

"Thanks a lot, map bitch" Ant glares with the rest of the class at the girl as she shrinks in her seat.

"Sorry. Um, it's actually my first day. I don't think I'm supposed to be in here." The new kid raises his hand in protest.

"Legend! Made it to the map before you even started!" Spider cheers to the boy, The kid turns around in his seat to look at Spider and I shoot him a wink as I grin, and he swiftly turns back around.

"All right everybody up!" Jo-jo ushers to us, "Okay, now clear these tables to the side, please. And lift them. don't scrape them along the floor. Thank you. Now, I want you all to start walking around the room. Come on. Walking. Good, you know how to walk. Now, I want you to choose three other people to start shaking hands with. Shaking, shake... Good, you know how to shake. Shaking. And..." She looks around the room.

"Spencer," He raises his hand, "You have genital crabs-"

Darren laughs, "Checks out"

"-Not in real life, Darren, for the purposes of this game. Put your hand up, Spencer. Hand up, Spencer. Now. Hands up, who shook hands with Spencer." Me, Ant, and Dusty raise our hands "Anwo shook hands with them?"

More people raise their hands, "And who shook hands with them?" everyone has their hands up except for Amerie, "You all have genital warts" The class snickers.

"I thought it was crabs?" the new kid chimes in

"Right. Crabs. Thank you, um..."

"Malakai"

"Malakai. Thank you. You all have genital crabs, except for you, Amerie. Well done, What does this highlight the need for?"

"Stay away from Spider, he's chat" Ca$h comments from his corner. I laugh at his comment and ruffle Spiders' hair.

"Fuck off, guys!" Spider snaps

"No! Condoms" Woodsy yells, standing by the door.

I grab my bag and make my way over to Spider and Dusty who was talking to Amerie, I wrap my arms around Spider to tug him down so I can get on his back.

"Hey, um, did we hook up?" Dusty asks confused.

"No you didn't Dusty," I say staring down the girl, "She would've been boasting about it."

"Yeah, I didn't think so but it says here-" He points at his phone showing the map. "It isn't anything Dusty," Her face was visibly turning red. "There's like a...It's like a gold line between our names?" He furrows his brows

"Gold line means destined, like destined to be," Spider grins, "She wants you dusty" Ant starts making kissing noises and I shove his head to the side.

"Simp!" I call after Amerie as she walks out of the room.

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With a soft sigh, Spencer lowers his head between my legs and presses his lips against my folds. He begins by gently licking along the length of my slit, teasing and exploring every inch of my sensitive skin. His warm breath fanning over my clit only serves to heighten the sensation, making me arch my back and grip his shoulder.

As he continues to pleasure you with his mouth, Spencer begins to use his tongue more assertively, flicking and circling my clit with precision. He moans against my skin, his hands cupping your hips as he thrusts his tongue deeper inside me. The feeling of being so thoroughly devoured by his mouth, his expertise in bringing me so much pleasure, sends shudders of anticipation coursing through my body.

His hands move up to your hips, gripping them firmly as he sucks on your clit, drawing it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue in a rhythmic pattern. You can feel the pressure building within you, the need for release growing stronger with each passing second. With a final, long drawn-out lick, Spencer pulls away from me, watching as my eyes flutter closed and my breath hitches.

"Are you close?" he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

I nod frantically, unable to speak past the wave of pleasure that washes over me. He smiles, satisfied, and then leans in again, running his tongue along my slit and teasing my sensitive bundle of nerves. With one final thrust of his tongue, he pushes against my clit, sending me over the edge. My body convulses in a powerful orgasm, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I cry out his name.

Spencer keeps up his ministrations, licking and sucking until the last tremor subsides, his tongue lapping at my folds like a lick of flame. When I'm finally able to catch my breath again, he pulls away, his lips swollen and red from the contact. With a satisfied smile, he looks up at me, meeting your eyes.

"Better?" he asks, his voice a low rasp.

I nod, unable to form words as I try to process the incredible sensations that still linger in my body. I reach down between my legs, feeling sticky wetness where Spencer had been, and let out a soft moan. 

"Bloody hell," I breathe as I look at my phone, looking at the time, we have ten more minutes until we have to get ready for pregame." 

Spencer grins at me, "Good" then he disappears back between my legs.

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♫ Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze? ♫

The music thumped in the background as I was curling my hair, "Hey fuck face! Can you get me a drink?" I yell to the other room. "What do you want?" "Anything is fine no beer though!" I yell back.

♫ If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great. But while in this world ♫

"Okay, got the eye shadow just where I want it," I say, admiring my work in the mirror. "Now for some lipstick... hmm, red or nude?" I pick up a deep red lipstick and a nude gloss, holding them both up to her lips before deciding on the gloss. "Yeah, that'll be perfect. Just enough color without being too obvious." As I finish applying my makeup, I take one last sip of her champagne and decide it's time to get ready.

♫ I think I'll take my whiskey neat, My coffee black, and my bed at three ♫

I grab my favorite gold body chain and my black lace ankle boots, slipping them on before doing a quick spin in front of the mirror. "Not too bad, not too bad," I say with a satisfied nod. With my party look complete, I down the rest of my champagne before heading downstairs to meet with the rest of the boys

♫ You're too sweet for me, You're too sweet for me ♫

"What'd you get me?" I lean over the counter look, and grab the drink. Ant and Dusty shrug and point to Spider. "I did roulette with the dinks, trust, they're going to taste good" He grins, pushing the cup to her lips.

♫ I think I'll take my whiskey neat, My coffee black, and my bed at three ♫

I take a sip and let the sweet, citrusy flavors dance on my tongue. The music plays on, setting the perfect ambiance for pre-game party. I take another sip, savoring the taste, and feel a warm, fuzzy sensation spread through my chest. It's not just the alcohol talking; looking at my friends as they argue over what drinks we're bringing. I love my stupid bugs.

♫ You're too sweet for me, You're too sweet for me ♫

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[rafesproactiveprettygirl]

Chapter 1: A not so normal sunny day || “The Pogue Prince and Kook Princess” || Series ||

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of drugs, flirty jokes, bitchy main character, arguments, groping, cat calling, slut shaming, JJ is kinda a dick for this chapter, implied sex, drunk reader being taken advantage of? (i think that’s what you’d consider it?

Summary: A normal first day of summer, well mostly, it’s never a normal day with a pogue around.

A/N: This probably isn’t proof read lmao, so i’m sorry for any mistakes! Also i’d like to say that i’m sorry if this makes it seem like i hate pogues, i promise i don’t and i love the pogue to death. If I was in outerbanks i’d definitely be a pogue. enjoy! please ignore the fact i don’t know shit about boats🤞also i apologize for the fact i may spell pogue wrong like 500 times

Y/N/N = Your nick name

“So what are you going to wear?” Your best friend, Sarah asks from your bed. You jut your hip to the side resting your chin in your hand. “I’m not sure.” You respond back. “I want to wear something i’ll look hot in, but I also want to be comfortable.”

Sarah nodded in agreement. “A sundress?” She asked. You shook your head. “I wore a sundress yesterday.”

“Shorts and a tank?” You shook your head again. “Too basic.” Your friend giggled, “You could always add some jewelry.” You ignored her and scanned the closet again until you found a perfect thing. It was a white thin strapped crop top with a short flowy white mini skirt. “Perfect.” You smiled to yourself before heading towards the bathroom to change.

While in the bathroom you added some pearl earrings and a tight seashell necklace. You walked out and spotted your white tennis shoes by the door and slipped them on. You put your hair in a way that would stay out of your face but some of your baby hairs stuck out, you pushed them behind your ears and turned to Sarah.

“Are you finally ready?” Sarah asked getting up and tucking her phone in her back pocket. You rolled your eyes with a small smile. “Yes Sarah I’m ready, now come on. You grab the blankets and pillows and i’ll grab the basket.” Sarah nodded as you headed downstairs. You saw Topper and Rafe watching some basketball game as you went to the kitchen to grab the picnic basket off your marble counter when Rafe noticed you, he eyed you as Sarah walked over.

“You two going somewhere?” He asked, throwing his arm around the back of the couch, man spread. You turned to face him and dryly replied, “We’re going on an adventure.” While waving the picnic basket in the air. Rafe chuckled at your sarcasm and you smirked. “You better come give me a kiss before you leave.”

You handed Sarah the basket as she went to put the supplies in the back of your jeep. You walked over to Rafe and stood between his legs. You rest your hands on his thighs as you leaned forward to give him a kiss. One hand gripped your waist and the other held your throat, bringing you closer to him. He gave you an opened mouth kiss as the hand on your waist moved to squeeze your ass which caused you to giggle.

“Dude can you stop groping my sister right in front of me?” Topper groaned in disgust. “And Y/N can you move? You’re in the way of the game.” You turned to stick your tongue out at your bother before kissing Rafe one last time. He gave your ass a light tap, “Don’t be gone for too long.”

“You know I won’t. You can’t stand not having me around.” You teased. “Damn right, that ass is to sweet to be away from me for so long.” You smirked once more before waving to Topper and heading outside to see Sarah smiling down at her phone. You hoped in the car and peered over the console to look at her phone. She quickly leaned it away and gave you a warning look.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you buckled up and started the car. “Sexting Top?” He face grew red. “What? No! Y/N!” She said embarrassed. You laughed. “Chill out Sarah, i’m just fucking with you.” She rolled her eyes and connected her phone to the speaker of the car and started playing “Afterglow” By Taylor Swift. That was both of you guys favorite singer at the moment.

Sarah sung softly as you tapped along to the beat. You drove around the figure eight and pulled up to the docks where Sarah’s family boat was sitting. You both stepped out, letting the car door slam behind you, letting everyone know you were there. You heard Sarah’s giggle and turned to face her, she was looking in the distance at something but you chose to ignore it.

You and Sarah both went to the back of the car and grabbed your supplies before stepping onto the wooden dock. You heard Sarah’s flip flops snapping against the wood from behind you. You were approaching the boat when you heard a loud whistle from behind you. You felt anger bubble within you immediately knowing who it was.

You dropped the stuff down, completely ignoring the cat calls and grabbing the blankets from Sarah as she boarded the ship.

“Going for a swim ladies?” JJ fucking Maybank.

You turned to glare at the blond and his brunette friend. “Does it look like it?” You asked, referring to the stuff on the ground. JJ shrugged. “I don’t know, I assumed what you were wearing was a bathing suit. But now I see it’s just another one of your slutty outfits.”

You felt your face heat up at the insult. “Yeah well at least I have enough money to buy this slutty outfit. This probably costs more than that shitting boat you own.” You snapped back, venom in your voice. You turned, clearly done with the conversation, but JJ wasn’t.

He threw his hands up in defense. “Sorry Princess, didn’t mean to strike a nerve. Don’t get your panties in twist.” You rolled your eyes with a grimace and handed Sarah the blankets and pillows. JJ continued, “I don’t know why you spend that much on clothes. You know Rafe will just tear them right off anyways.”

You spin around and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t, talk about Rafe like that.” You knew it was true, which is why you got so defensive. But you didn’t need everyone in the island to know that. “And don’t call me Princess.” You huffed, turning to face Sarah. She took the basket and placed it on the deck as well. She reached out for your hand, you took it and she pulled you up onto the boat. You felt your skirt rising up from the wind and pulled it down, the furthest it would go was to your mid thigh, and you suddenly wished you’d picked out a different outfit.

“What’s wrong? Don’t feel like flashing anyone today? That’s new.” You knew JJ wouldn’t actually be looking at your ass, no, as much as you hate each other he’d never do that, he’s too much of a gentleman.

You gave him the finger. “Fuck off Maybank.” He chuckled and finally nodded for him and John B to leave. They walked away cackling and you’ve never felt more humiliated. “Hey,” You felt Sarah say as she placed a soft hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure he was just messing with you, dont take it to heart.” You shrugged her off and grabbed the basket and she grabbed the blankets.

You two walked up to the chairs in the front of the boat and sat the stuff down. She set the blanket on the table to avoid the burn of the table, from the heat. You set the basket down and opened it up. You pulled out a couple sandwiches, fruit, celery sticks, ranch, and most importantly, wine.

“Where the hell did you get wine from?” Sarah asked with a laugh. You shrug, “Found it under my moms bathroom cabinet.”

“Why does she have bottles of wine just sitting in her bathroom?”

You shrug getting annoyed with all the personal questions. “Drink away the pain? I don’t know. Here.” You half joke handing her a glass before pouring your own. You both cheers before you start drinking, you practically chug yours as Sarah watches and takes slow sips of hers. “Jesus Y/N calm down, we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves.” She laughs as you pour another.

“I am enjoying myself.” You reply downing the drink immediately. She shakes her head, smiling fading as you both sit down and eat. You take a celery stick and dipped it slightly in the ranch before chewing into it. You cringed at the loud crunch and cover your mouth as you chew.

Sarah enjoyed a sandwich as you made small talk.

“Aren’t you and your family going on a two week trip?” You ask Sarah. She nodded. “Yeah, not for a while though. Sometime in July.” She said with her mouth full. You nodded. “I wish I could take you with me. But my parents want it to be strictly family.”

You nodded. “I get it Sarah, don’t worry about it. I’ll just miss you.”

“Yeah but you’ll miss Rafe more.” She joked with a smirk. You chuckled slightly, shaking your head. You stared out into the ocean, your eye caught something white and moving swiftly along the water. You groaned and poured yourself another full glass of wine, immediately knowing you were going to be drunk for this.

“What is it?” Sarah asked leaning over to get a better look.

“The HMS Pogue.” You grumped drinking half the wine. “Okay Y/N really I know your upset but please be careful with the wine-“

“I’m fine Sarah. Nothing we haven’t done before.”

“I just don’t want a repeat of last time.”

“I’m fine.” You repeated before turning your head towards the water again at the sound of laughter. You see the four pogues, the 3 boys shirtless and Kiara in her bathing suit. Your eyes raked down her body and then over JJ’s. You watched as JJ did a front flip and how they all laughed as he landed in the water. Kiara followed after and her and JJ started having a splash fight. You turned away from the scene to see Sarah smiling in their direction.

You knew she was smiling at John B. It was no secret to you, she had to have the biggest crush on that boy. You see the way they look at each other but said nothing. You can never find it in yourself to be mad at her, even if she did like a pouge. Though you did feel slightly bad for Topper. But honestly he never treated Sarah right, and as his sister and Sarah’s best friend, you can say that.

You took another swig of your drink as you leaned back and closed your eyes, allowing the sun to tan your skin.

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A few hours had passed and multiple more drinks were in your system. You were completely wasted but convinced Sarah you were only a little tipsy. You felt dizzy and hungry. But your mind slipped as you noticed the sun setting. Sarah noticed this too and started packing everything up. She decided it was too much work to carry the supplies and you to the car so she shoved everything under that table and came over to you.

“Come on Y/N/N, it’s time to go inside.”

“Five more minutes.” You groaned. She shook her head and grabbed you, wrapping an arm around your waist and helped you stand. Your legs felt weak and your head was spinning. To you and Sarah’s surprise you were mostly able to walk by yourself. Sarah’s hand stayed around your waist as you stepped onto the dock, legs wobbling.

“Too much to drink?” You hear a voice call out. Your mind was too blurred to recognize the voice. You felt Sarah’s head shake as she told off the guy. “Come on Y/N, let’s get you inside.” She said as you two walked to the car. Once inside you sighed heavily and leaned against the seat, not feeling like buckling up. And before you knew it you were home.

“I’m assuming Rafe is staying in your room?” Sarah asked as you two got out of the car. You nodded and she insisted that her and Topper would sleep downstairs on the sofa to give you guys some privacy.

You got inside and went upstairs to your room. You walked inside just as Rafe was getting out of the shower, towel wrapped against his lower body. He looked so good. “Hey sweetheart,” Rafe smiled as you walked over to him. “How was-“ He was caught off by your lips smashing into his. Your kiss was hungry and needy, you could both feel it. His hands instinctively wrapped around your waist and yours went up to his hair and tugged, causing him to groan and pull back.

Your groaned and opened your eyes. “Woah, slow down there.” He laughed. “What’s gotten into you?” He examined your face and how sweaty you were, your hair sticking to your forehead. “Oh, your drunk.” He said matter-of-factly. “Rafe please.” You said pulling him towards you. “I need you right fucking now.”

Rate allowed the towel to fall off his waist and carried you to the bed.

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@sparklenarniawizard

Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter nine

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Fifth grade:

Sophie walked onto the playground halfway through recess.

When she walked up to her friends, Biana ran over and jumped on Dex's back, "Where were you yesterday?"

Dex buckled under her weight. His knees wobbled. "For the last time, Biana, quit jumping on me!"

She got off, "You're no fun."

Sophie laughed. "I was at the neurologist. Had to do some brain scans and get my medicine adjusted." She turned to Keefe, "Did you not tell them?"

Keefe furrowed his brows. "I thought I did."

"Well, apparently not," Tam said.

Keefe rolled his eyes. "Oh, wow, sorry that not all of us can be as perfect as you."

Tam narrowed his eyes.

So why weren't you out here earlier?" Linh asked.

Sophie was in the middle of climbing the rock wall as she answered, "Had to make up my work. I'm all caught up now, though."

"Well, good!" Biana exclaimed. "Now we can play. I vote for tag, and Dex is it!"

She nearly shoved him when she tagged him. She raced off to the other side of the playground. Sophie and the rest of her friends scattered.

Dex stood there like a wide-eyed deer. "No fair, I wasn't ready!" he shouted. He raced off to go tag one of his friends.

When they were done, they sat sweaty under the awning. Sophie wiped the sweat. From her face. Keefe was leaned against the brick wall, still attempting to catch his breath. Biana took her hair out of the pony tail and shook her head to let it free.

"You guys excited for middle school next year?" Tam said.

"Yes!" Dex exclaimed. "They have a robotics club. I'm so excited to be able to sign up. What about you guys. Wanna do any clubs or sports?"

"I'll probably do the animal shelter volunteering," Linh said.

"That sounds fun," Biana told her. "I want to try and do tennis."

"I can completely see you doing that!" She turned to Tam. "What do you wanna do?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to join anything. If I do, probably cooking."

They all turned to Sophie and Keefe. Dex said, "What about you two?"

"I kind of want to try to give swimming a shot," Sophie said. "I asked my doctor yesterday if I could, and he said I should as long as my medicine works. I'll just have to be careful. But I'm good at telling when one's about to happen, so it should be fine." She asked Keefe, "Are you going to try to do anything?"

"Umm... I haven't really thought about it." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'd like do to sports, but I'm not able."

Sophie eyed him. "Since when? You're just not allowed to do contact sports. There's still plenty you can do."

"Yeah," Biana agreed. "There's basketball, tennis, baseball, soccer. Although I wouldn't do soccer if I were you," she advised. "Fitz did it this year. He's gotten trampled. Five times. Although he is enjoying baseball right now."

"Actually," Keefe pondered, "Baseball doesn't  sound half bad."

"See," Sophie said. "You can do that!"

Linh gasped. "You guys will be in our classes next year, won't you?"

Sophie's face lit up. "You're right!"

Keefe smirked, "You guys are going to regret that excitement. Sophie's not going to be the only one I can prank anymore."

"Thank God," she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, don't worry, sweet little Sophie Foster," he rested his chin on her shoulder. His grin was wicked. "I still have PLENTY saved up for you."

Tam snorted. "I feel bad for you, Sophie."

"Me too," she grumbled. "Me too, Tam."

The whistle was blown to head inside. Sophie and Keefe said goodbye to their friends and went their separate ways. Sophie waited as Keefe gulped down half an ocean from the water fountain, and rushed to catch up with their classmates inside the classroom.

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Bi - Weekly Plant Update !! [00]

(Just a little series where I update everyone on how my plants are doing and yap about them in general :3🙏)

((Sorry in advance for any typos/bad punctuation💀🙏))

Okay!! So, I figured that a good way to begin this series would be by introducing my plants and their lore! (Dun dun duuun!!) ((Basically just how I got em)) :33

So, around the start of my Freshman year, I signed up to be apart of this STEM group where we learned to code, connected with nature or something, and learned how to use power tools 💪💪

During one of our meetings, we were tasked to build a greenhouse, which we'd then attach a sensor to monitor the humidity inside of said greenhouse, thus making it easier to gauge when to water whatever plant would end up inside of it.

Sadly, the computers never ended up connecting, so we just moved on to the next thing :(

Cut to sometime around,, January? By this point the program was over and we'd "graduated" from it. We had a small party where we drove water boats or something around this pool, got to eat food while the staff congratulated us for going to all of the meetings, and at the end they gave us a little gift (I got headphones ^_^), as well as the greenhouses we built and a small plant to go in it !!

And that's how my plant collection started, with my first baby,, Tennis Ball !! (The name my friend recommended ;P)

Look at him!! Look at my baby boy!! :D

But of course, after having Tennis Ball for a few weeks, I couldn't just,,, not get another plant,,

So that's how I got this cool baby !!

Around my family, he's Stan A. But around my friends, he's Stank ass 🙏 (No, he doesn't smell, ((I don't think he does atleast)), I just thought it was a funny name ^_^)

Then, a couple weeks later at a flea market with my grandparents, we found this lady selling plants, and that's how I got this fella:

This little guy here is Basketball !! :33

At some point I actually did forget his name and would refer to him as "little orphan boy" because he came in a square container, thus meaning he was an outcast amongst the others (no, I will not expand upon this-).

Then, maybe like, a week later(?) Me and my dad were at a Lowes so he could buy cow manure or something for his plants, and he pointed out the little shelf of succulents and was like, ",,do you want another one? Maybe one of the ones that look like an actual cactus?"

So me, having already three plants by this point, looked at all the succulents, at all the colorful flowers with cool dye, and said, "ykw,,, why not,," and grabbed the only one that wasnt full-grown,,

And that's how I got Bob!! The only cactus that didn't have a flower ^_^

He also came with a cool little plastic thing on top that I could hold him by :3

All of these photos are from last year, so here's a recent photo I took about two(?) days ago so you guys can compare them and see how far they've come!! :D

As you can see, they've all been moved into terracotta pots !! This is because (as you can see with Stank Ass) they were getting too big for their containers, as well as the fact that my dad thought it'd be good for them because their dirt wasn't exactly the best.

And don't they just look so nice? :]

They’ve all actually come a pretty long way since when I first gotten them- and I've come a pretty long way in terms of caring for them as well!!

Admittedly, leaving a plant in the hands of someone who forgets to eat unless reminded isn't the best idea, but I'm pretty glad I've got them !!

They're my babies and I love them as if I birthed them 🙏🙏 <33

Anyways,,, if you've gotten to this point then congrats!! And thanks for reading all this too ^_^ Even if you clicked on this and skimmed it, I'm just happy to be able to share my love of succulents with someone else !! :D