#like none of this is checked oml

[cornyforjk]

Drive you crazy | Day 7 | jjk

⤷ SUMMARY In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: NONE OML

taglist: @tatamicc @jwnghyuns @nono13bnd @hagridshaircare @tatzzz-25 @suashifts @kyuupii @bananaminn @rispwr @spideyjimin

A/Note: POSTING THIS EXACTLY AT 11:11 CAUSE ITS 11/11😺 anw yall this was just a filling chapter nothing special nyeahhh. Ik mot very professional and ethical but I'll try to be more mindful, thoughtful and demure.💅🏻

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Jungkook's pov

Y/n looks at me with a cryptic smile, walking towards the lake with pebbles in her hand.

"I don't think we can be friends or anything...but I'm there for you...if you need someone to talk to." She faces me with a small crooked smile.

"We can't?" I cock up an eyebrow with a wrinkled forehead, anticipating an answer.

"Well," she starts, my eyes follow her automatically. The control she has over me is overlooked. "I was a bit miserable after you broke my heart by being mean to me." Y/n dramatically lays a hand on her head with a high-pitched voice of vain. "You lost this friendship! So make up for it and retrieve it back, Jungkook!"

Y/n motivated me at this silly fuss she created. It was funny seeing her act like a damsel in distress, someone Y/n is totally opposite off.

"You come back little punk! I thought you were serious!" I yelled, trying to catch her as she ran away, leaping into puddles I circle arms around her, carrying towards the lake while she kicks her legs in the air. With a splash of water I threw her in the lake, he flushed face soaked wet.

"Don't make that cute pout- you look like an angry sea otter." I chuckled, my orbs dancing round her figure. Wet clothes clasped to her body, the glistening water dripping down her collar bones.

Gosh.

I unconsciously lick my lips.

"Let me make up for the so-called- ruined friendship." I scowl jumping into the lake with a splash. Y/n squeaks lightly, her pissed-off face glowing in the moonlight.

"I'm this close to ripping your head off," she sarcastically smiled, trying to tower over me. Fisting my shirt. I react suddenly by tripping over her and both of us fall into the water again, drenched from head to toe.

Y/n starts hitting my chest lightly,her body close to me with her legs wrapped around my waist. "Something is touching my leg!" she whined, splashing water everywhere as she threw a fit, squealing lightly and murmuring curses with a quivering voice.

"Fine..."

I quickly picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder, her body dangling freely.

"What are you doing!" she shrieked. "Picking you up." I responded.

"No- pick me up the proper way! Or else I will bite your ass." I could feel her cheekily smiling, her face hitting my back constantly as I swung her on my shoulder.

"Bite me and I'll drop you in the water again." I shot her an irritated look that she cannot see anyways. My response turns out to keep her porthole shut for the next five minutes to return to my car. Peaceful eerie wind that interlocked itself in my bangs.

I place her down finally, rummagingthrough the bag I bought along the trip.

"What am I supposed to wear now?" Y/ n questioned with hands on her hips and a tone that was sassy enough to be portrayed by Regina George.

Y/n lifts a little bit of her shirt, wringing off the water allowing me to trace her perfect body with my orbs.

Ugh- I just checked her out.

Feeling a rock of reality hit the back of my head and brought me back to my senses. I bury my face even deeper into the backpack.

"Answer me-" I throw a shirt and trouser her way, chuckling at her tiny shivering figure.

"You want me to change here?" Y/n squeaks like a duckling.

"Yes."

"No, I won't."

"Then you are going home like that." I smirk, leaning against my car watching her shut her mouth instantly.

"Go behind that tree and change. Iwon't look." I hold her hand, yanking her towards the tree.

"Promise?" she holds out her pinky finger, pausing for me to hook mine with it.

"Promise." I connect my finger with hers.

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Y/N's pov

I walked out from the spot, wearing the new clothes that were quite large and barely clung onto me. They had a soft vanilla like scent mixed with hints of coconut tha blessed my nose, as if I couldn't stop sniffing it. They definitely belonged to Jungkook.

I walk back into the car, setting the heater when suddenly Jungkook closes the door behind him ready to start the car, but there was something wrong.

He was shirtless. I instantly look away, facing the window, my whole body heating up and cheeks flushed red.

"W-where is your shirt?" I bite my tongue and curse under my breath for stuttering in front of him.

Shutting my eyes immediately when he leans closer, whispering in my ear, I hold in a breath waiting for him to speak.

"I gave it to you." His husky voice sends shivers down my spine, the rich deep voice that swells the pit of my stomach. Maybe because I haven't been in a relationship for 7 years, or maybe because my hormones are going wild, because not even in 100 years will I ever find Jeon Jungkook desireful.

"I bet you didn't notice that I licked your earlobe." He perked up. "WHAT-"

"I'm kidding."

Jungkook leans back with a satisfied smirk while I sink into my seat, flustered.

"My clothes look cute on you" he remarks.

"Shut up."

"No."

"You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I crossed paths with and don't even get me started on your voice." I start to babble without paying attention to him.

"My voice is hot then?"

"Yes." I responded. Jerking my body and clasping a hand to my mouth.

I wanted the car seat to fold and swallow me, maybe I was going haywire by telling the truth that I wasn't supposed to. Panic rose from my stomach to throat and I throw my hands, yelping.

"No!" I say, "your voice is annoying." I retrieve back, his smile dropping as soon I cross my hands over my chest, huffing out the lump in my throat.

My eyes thoughtlessly wander down his body, I notice an intricate tattoo on his ribs of a dragon appearing from between flames of fire. His muscular abdomen and slightly damn abs "So you heard about our race in France...?" Jungkook raises his eyebrow in question but his voice fades to the back of my head. My eyes focused on his body.

The urge to run my hand across his abs and feel them grows vigorous.

"Mhm-" I hum, licking my lips.

He is so well built in every way, like an ethereal Greek God. Even prostitutes would be jealous of that body. The woman who gets to feel that warm luscious muscular body would call herself lucky. An image of him sweaty and shirtless working out before a race pops into my mind, every other important thought blurring out. I want to erase that image as much as I want to enhance it.

My body heats up, aroused as I shame myself for bringing up such thoughts.

"My eyes are up here sweetheart." Jungkook softly says, biting his lower lip containing a laugh.

I stop gazing like a pervert, blushing with embarrassment."S-sorry." I cleared my throat, looking out the window, earning a soft laugh as he drove away.

"Try not to gape, sweetheart."

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Day6 | Day8

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[your-local-simp-writers]

OMG PLEASE IM BEGGNG YOU TO DO A FOLLOW UP ON THE “Wrapped in Love” FIC 😭🙏🏾!!! Your writing is so good Oml

Omg ofc!!! We are so glad to have made it out to so many other Ken fans!!! Were working on more Ultraman Rising fanfics so be on the lookout for them! If you haven't gotten to know who we are don't be shy here is our "༺☆༻ Introduction ༺☆༻"

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New Parents

Word Count: 1120

Warnings: None

Ken Sato x Fem!Wife!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The night was still, filled with the soft, rhythmic hum of the fan above and the low creaks of the house settling, each sound louder in the deep quiet. The digital clock’s numbers cast a faint red glow on the ceiling, marking time in moments that felt both too short and endless. You glanced at it as you ran a hand over your face, feeling the exhaustion under your skin like a heavy weight. Beside you, the baby monitor crackled softly with your daughter’s tiny sounds—little whimpers that tugged at something deep inside, pulling you from sleep, as they had so many times in the last few weeks.

The bed shifted as Ken stirred beside you, rolling onto his back with a muffled groan. His eyes blinked open, half-lidded with sleep, and his hand instinctively reached for yours. Even in his half-awake state, there was a gentle steadiness to his touch that made you relax, even just a little. His fingers laced through yours, his thumb tracing small, comforting circles.

“Go back to sleep, Ken,” you whispered, smiling softly at the way his eyes tried to focus on you in the dim room. “You were up with her half the night, remember?”

His voice was warm but groggy. “So were you.” There was a hint of his usual playful grin, the one he always wore even in the most serious moments. But now, it was tempered with something softer, more vulnerable—a realization that this, being parents, was something neither of you could do alone.

You sighed, running your fingers through his hair as he pushed himself up. “Alright, I’ll go check on her,” you said, finally conceding. Yet, as he sat up fully, so did you. The silent exchange between you was one of shared determination, a promise neither of you needed to say aloud: we’re in this together.

The floorboards creaked quietly as you made your way to the nursery, the chill of the hardwood nipping at your bare feet. The door was slightly ajar, and as you entered, the soft glow from a nightlight shaped like a little moon illuminated the room. It cast shadows across the walls, where pastel-colored animals danced in gentle brushstrokes, keeping silent vigil over the crib. The smell of baby lotion hung faintly in the air, mingling with the scent of clean cotton and that warm, sweet baby smell that filled your heart with a mix of love and worry.

Ken moved ahead, leaning over the crib with careful, quiet steps, his hand reaching out to scoop your daughter from the blankets. She stirred in his arms, her cries softening to small, tired whimpers as he rocked her gently, whispering soothing nonsense into her ear. You watched, transfixed, as his broad hand cradled her tiny back, his thumb rubbing circles in the same way he always did for you. She fit so perfectly in his arms, her little head resting against his chest, her fingers barely wrapping around his thumb.

Ken, still bleary-eyed but doing his best to comfort her, muttered to their newborn, “Hey, hey… it’s okay, baby girl,” he said in a soft murmur, trying to mimic the calm that you usually exuded in these moments. “What’s got you all upset, huh? It’s just daddy here… don’t worry… I’ve got you.” His voice was shaky, the words forming as though testing the newness of them.

She only cried louder in response, her fists waving and her little face scrunching in distress, and he shifted her gently in his arms. “Come on, sweetheart… don’t cry so loud. I’m trying here,” he whispered desperately, though still attempting the soft tone you had used. He bounced her slightly, pacing slowly as he tried to comfort her with soothing, sleepy words. “There, there... I’ll get you all cozy… Daddy’s here. We’ll figure it out...”

The sound of your daughter's wails, louder than anything Ken had yet experienced, echoed through the room. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his eyes wide and pleading as he tried to keep his grip gentle yet firm, feeling inadequate in the moment. “I think… she might need more than just me,” he said, his voice cracking, clearly both overwhelmed and desperate for help.

You couldn't help but smile, a soft, fond smile despite your own fatigue, as you stepped into the room, taking in the sight of him gently cradling her in his arms. You could feel the warmth of the nursery, the plushness of the carpet underfoot, and the quiet solidarity that seemed to fill the room in the midst of chaos.

"Hey, hey… shh, baby girl," you cooed, your voice hushed and warm. While his thumb traced tiny circles on her back, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the sight of him—this big, sleepy man holding her so carefully, his entire world wrapped up in those tiny fingers that clung to him.

You touched his arm gently, and he looked at you with that familiar mix of exhaustion and awe that had become your shared language as new parents. "She’s a little fussy tonight, huh?" you whispered.

Moving to him, you softly placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. “Hey, you’re doing great,” you whispered, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “She knows you’re trying.”

Ken sighed in relief when he saw your steady presence beside him. “I’m trying, but I don’t know what she wants,” he muttered, adjusting her in his arms as her cries started to soften. "She’s got some lungs on her, that’s for sure. Wonder where she gets that," he teased, a hint of his usual playful grin breaking through the weariness. This small comment caused you to snicker trying not to laugh.

For a moment, she was quiet, looking between the two of you with a tiny frown, as if she couldn’t decide whether to settle down or keep fighting.

Carefully, you both laid her back in the crib, standing there just a second longer to make sure she was finally settled. There was a moment’s peace, the room warm with that strange blend of exhaustion and contentment that parenthood seems to bring. You reached for each other’s hand as you turned to leave, creeping down the hallway, hoping for even a few hours of sleep before morning.

Just as you slipped into bed, her cry rang out again, slicing through the silence. You groaned, stifling a laugh, turning to look at Ken. His eyes were already closed, one arm stretched over his face in mock defeat. “Your turn,” he mumbled, cracking one eye open with a grin that said he’d be there with you, even if he couldn’t open his eyes just yet.

[ithinkabouttzu]

I know it's a bit silly though. enha reaction to have moles same places (ik its sound silly bu i have moles same with enha)

♡ Enhypen Reaction: sharing a mole/birthmark with their s/o

genre! Romance; fluff

warnings! None

description! Enhypen members reaction to you having moles/ birthmarks in the same spot as theirs!

Heeseung

- When you bring it up that you guys have the same moles, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

- The most adorable thing about it to him was that you noticed something little like that about him :( like it’s so romantic and sweet

- There will be a moment where you guys are just checking all over each others body to see you if have any other matching moles or birthmarks really anything like that

- When he finally finds all the moles that resemble his, he gets a little marker and draws hearts all around them (except for your face) but it’s so cute 😭

- “Do you want to mark all of mine now?”

Jay

- “Wait, is that mole on your arm real?!“

- He honestly notices it way before you do, maybe even when he first met you.

- Jay is very meticulous when it comes to you, so he notices all those little things about you almost immediately

- When he does realize that you guys have the same place of moles, he kisses yours softly and reminds you he loves you so much :(

- Talks about the future with you and wonders if maybe your guys’ future kids will have a mole in the same place as you and him do.

Jake

- He strongly believes that it’s fate that you guys are together

- When he first saw your moles, he knew they looked familiar, until he realized that he had the same ones

- that’s when he really freaked out, asking to see your arm again where the moles were

- From now on just expect to be annoyed by him going on and on about how cool it is that you guys have the same moles.

- “We’re practically meant to be, it’s a match made in heaven”

Sunghoon

- “Wait, we do?” He immediately puts your arm up to his when you tell him that you guys have moles in the exact same spot.

- he starts laughing and he thinks it’s the funniest, random thing he’s ever seen

- “Well, I guess that makes sense why we’re together then” LOL

- He loves seeing you get so excited over something as silly as that, he can’t help but wrap you in a big hug and kiss you over and over again

- He probably wonders to himself if you guys have any other matching moles or birthmarks for the rest of the day

Sunoo

- Freaks out when you point it out to him

-“really?! That’s so so cool”

- Has to take a million photos of your mole and his side by side so that he can keep it in his memories to look at over and over again

- then he has to go tell everyone when he gets a chance to “Did you know me and y/n have a mole in the same exact spot?!”

- He’s very enthusiastic about it and he genuinely finds it so interesting

Jungwon

- He notices before you tbh

- “Hey, have you always had that mark on your shoulder?” When you say yes he puts your and his shoulder side by side

- “We’re matching, babe” He thinks it’s the coolest and cutest thing ever tbh

- Has to mark yours and his with a little star around it so that you both know it’s your guys special little mark

- and everytime you have a bad day or really just anytime he feels like showing affection he always kisses your shoulder where that mole is 😭😭

Niki

- He gets so giddy and cute when he sees that you guys have moles in the same exact spot

- He kisses that spot where your mole is a million times, reminding you over and over again how much he loves you 😭

- he’s also like jake, thinking that now it’s fate you guys are together

- He’ll just look at it over and over again, still so shocked that you guys have the exact same marks

-“So babe do you have any other moles on your body that are like mine?” He’s so cute about it oml

Thank you for your request! It was honestly so cute. If you enjoyed, make sure to like or reblog! 🤍

[bingusbongu]

you write for so many characters that I absolutely adore oml.

Could you write some kind of Alastor x new-to-hell reader? (I feel like this would be really interesting :3)

Also since I'm likely gonna be putting in a lot of reqs I'm claiming an Emoji (🖋 <- this one) so you know which anon this is teehee

-🖋

♡A/N: RAAAAAAA HELLO I KNOW YOU GFYFGG im glad you found my blog!!! I also made sure to make this on this specific day for you,,, ♡

Masterlist

Rules

Alastor x New Sinner Reader!

Tw: mentions of death and murder, and of stalking

• okay, the fact you manage to catch the eye of NONE OTHER than the famous and feared Radio Demon is beyond believable

• your new, you must have done something to become his intrest. I dont think he will just pluck you out of the streets as soon as you spawned because he wanted to

• maybe you found yourself in the middle of a turf war or spawned while he and some other demon were in a battle. Maybe you killed another demon on pure accident. And maybe, due to him working with Charlie, maybe he decided not to kill you instantly and offered you the hotel. Since you are new, perhapse you wanted redemption? Hell knows that charlie would be ecstatic to have a new member!

• so, you go with Alastor to the hotel! Meeting an overjoyed Charlie and the rest of the crew!

• though, Alastor kept his eyes on you. Your new, he couldnt have a new member of the hotel accidently step into a war of some sorts and have yourself killed the moment he looks away.

• so, you being as clueless as you are, Alastor reluctantly decided he was going to teach you what to do and not to do in hell! Charlie thought it was a wonderful idea, finding it unbelievable that Alastor was the one to come up with the idea AND go along with it

• so, Alastor would take you out of the hotel and teach you certain things, like how to categorize lower level demons and higher ranking demons, how to protect yourself while walking the street from others who want to harm you

• "no no, you go for the heart, thats the liver"

• after you manage to learn alot from Alastor! Suprisingly, he is quiet a good teacher! But, instead of leaving you to yourself, he would be found occasionally hanging around you

• others would take notice how they always were able to find Alastor wherever you are, and when confronted about it, he would completely shoot down their question and change the subject

• Alastor thought you needed more protection. Though he did teach yoi how to take care of yourself, he still found a need to watch over you, to protect you. A worm of worry that wiggled in his chest when he cant spot you in the hotel.

• Alastor dosnt bring you along to his meetings, to keep his reputation and to protect you from certain eyes. If you are with the Radio Demon, then you have a bigger target on your head

• though, he does sometimes take you to his visits with Rosie!

• she adores you, finding you the cutest little thing. She sure was suprise to find a new sinner with Alastor, and one Alastor was so protective over, but she left it be, finding you precious and telling you stores from her time while sharing tea.

• though, a few of the staff of the hotel were,,, concerned for you. Husk especially. Having the Radio Demon on your back was certainly something new and worrying to him. Maybe he got you under contract, too. When he asked you about it, you shrugged it off and smiled like you hadnt even noticed! It baffled him, and how your mood didnt seem to dim when Alastor came around to check up on you.

• Vox, well, lets just say he may or may not have been the first overlord to actually notice you and your presence with Alastor. He has camaras everywhere, especially hidden outside of the hotel, he dosnt miss anything. So when he realized that the Radio demon was being friendly with a someone new he was not a happy camper

• he ended up confronting Alastor about it during their next meeting. And the way he quickly shut up apon noticing Alastors mood shift when you were mentioned had him traumatized. Velvet had to help him fix his screen after that

• Alastor is quite protective over you, even if you dont realize it, he has one of his little weird minions keeping an eye on you at all times when he isnt there, just to make sure you dont do something stupid.

-EXTRA-

• if you, instead of being a weak newcomer, started making a name for yourself withoit wasting any time, maybe killing off demons left and right or taking down a few overlords, you definitely have his attention

• you remind him of his old new sinner self, so he happily makes his presence known to you, and openly offers to guide you to make a name for yourself like he did

• he would show you how to take down even the most powerful overlords, collect souls to feed your power, and even how to keep your clothes from getting messy after killing so many!

• you are much like his apprentice. Following him wherever he goes and listening to him teach you about something.

• if you become powerful like him, you two become a quick and good duo! Both pf you being feared!

• though, he still makes sure you dont hurt yourself. No matter how powerful you have become, he makes sure you dont slip up and hurt yourself, or let someone hurt you. <3

[minoment]

I saw your Older! Reader and raise you this: Reader that is the youngest. Gen Z little shit who's everyone's little sibling.

(My explanation for how someone so young got on is just that they're a genius. Maybe a tech wiz or engineer or naturally talented sniper idk)

Absolutely oml-

FIRST OFF.. You and Gaz, instantly platonic soulmates..

You're like 18/19 and just enrolled, but because of your skill Price put you in 141.

You and Gaz are complete trouble-makers. Prank wars, running around, yelling at 3am, you name it. Neither of you can cook for shit either. Both of you make fun of Soap and Ghost. You guys both know the Gen-Z slang and constantly make 'your mom' jokes.

Speaking of which, you have NO FEAR. Like, none. You will outright mock Soap's accent and do that annoying little copying/echo thing until Soap has to walk away and take deep breaths. You've probably asked him to have a bath with you and then ask "why not, you're Soap aren't you?" when he refuses. It was the first time anyone had heard Ghost laugh.

You probably call Ghost 'babygirl' and make fun of him for being British (even if you are British yourself).

You make fun of Soap and Alejandro for not being 6'+ but then ask them to teach you curses and swear words in Spanish and Gaelic.

Laswell LOVES you. Like she automatically becomes your mom. You keep 141 on their toes and she loves that.

Price is like your uncle. You can straight up bully him and he will find it absolutely endearing. You make fun of his moustache a lot, I don't make the rules.

Rudy and Roach get very overwhelmed by you, but they love you to the ends of the earth like the perfect older brother figures they are. They probably are the ones who check in with you three times a day and check if you've eaten and drunk enough water.

Hahahaah.. König... he is terrified of you. You never call him by his name. It's always "tree", "beanpole", "massive bratwurst", or "heffalump" (from Winnie the Pooh). He doesn't know what a heffalump is but it scares him. You're also constantly asking him why he's so tall and asking if you can sit on his shoulders when you're practicing your sniper shots.

That conversation usually goes like this:

Y/N: "Oi heffalump.. sit for a minute while I get up.."

König: "E-eh?! What are you doing?"

Y/N: "I need some height to be able to see Soap's silly little mohawk across the training ground. SIT STILL!"

Soap: across the coms "MY MOHAWK IS BEAUTIFUL.."

Ghost: "Johnny shut the fuck up they can see you.."

Y/N: shoots airsoft bullet and hits Soaps target

Everyone: ...

Y/N: "YES! KISS MY ASS... Thanks bratwurst.." gets off of König's shoulders

Gaz and Price: on the floor, laughing

Ghost: pissed

Soap: insulted

König: absolutely baffled

Y/N after terrorizing the whole team ^

i wrote this on 2 hours of sleep, i apologize for the cringe and incoherency-

[captainamericasmotercycle]

hey oml, I love your writing so so much, could I req a sirius black friends to lovers fic please? it's fine if you can't do that though no pressuree

in between

there’s holy ground beneath them

pairing: sirius black x reader

warnings: none (mentions of reading having glasses?)

wc: 700

a/n: thank you so much for the support! this is my first time writing for sirius so i hope you enjoy!!

You got up from your place at the table, saying goodbye to your friends, “Alright, I will see you all after potions, pray that Slughorn goes easy on us today,” you gently laughed.

Your friends waved goodbye to you as you left the Great Hall and Sirius rested his head on his hand and sighed, watching you leave with a love-struck smile.

“When are you going to ask her out, mate?” James asked, digging his fork into the breakfast on his plate.

Sirius snapped out of his trance and shot his gaze to James, “What?”

“When are you going to ask her out?”

“Never,”

Lily looked over, “What do you mean, never?”

“I mean never. I’m not good at that kind of stuff,”

“Sirius you’ve literally been pining over her for a year now,”

“Oh believe me, I know,” James rolls his eyes, “The whole summer he check the mailbox for letter from her, and wouldn’t take more than 2 seconds to respond,”

“That’s not true,”

“Yes, it is,”

“No, it’s not,”

“Yes, it is, Sirius, so just ask her out,”

“What if she says no?”

Lily piped in again, “She won’t say no,”

“Alright, I’ll think about it.”

And he did think about it, in transfiguration, in potions, at lunch, in defense against the dark arts, in herbology, and at dinner.

He had seen you multiple times throughout the day but never worked up the courage to talk about anything except for classes.

It wasn’t until he caught you alone in the common room, doing homework, that he felt confident enough to talk to you.

He sat on the couch across from you and watched as you scribbled on your parchment. He admired the way your hand moved and the way your glasses slid down your nose.

You finished up your assignment and looked to him, “It’s late, what are you doing down here?”

“Just wanted to see you,” there’s his confidence.

You felt yourself get more shy, and smiled at him. He laughed softly at your smile, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Well, I’m glad that you came down,”

“Me too,” you sat in a comfortable silence for a couple of seconds, “By the way, there’s something I have to ask you.”

Okay, Sirius you can do this, he told himself. It’s just her, you’ve been friends since you were 12, it’s okay, just ask.

“Would you want to go grab a butterbeer sometime,”

“Oh, sure, I think the group made plans to go down there Friday and grab some, so it’s funny you asked,”

Is this a joke? Were you joking with him, or did you actually not understand. Did he mess up? Maybe this is your way of saying no?

“No, I mean, you and me, just us. Not the rest of our friends,”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh, like a date?”

“Yes,” he held his breath, waiting for your response.

“You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes?”

“Why? This isn’t just some thing to get me to hookup with you?”

“What? No. I like you, I really, really like you,”

“Why?”

There was no way you were asking him this right now. How could you not know?

“Because you’re the most beautiful and smart person I’ve ever seen in my entire life and I think I’ll go crazy if you don’t go with me to Hogsmeade,”

“I don’t want this to turn into another one of your hookups,”

Ok fair.

“Please listen to me, it won’t, I really like you, and I’m not just trying to make this into something I know won’t last. I want you.”

You smiled at him. “Of course, I’ll go out with you Sirius.

You gathered up all your things to head out, you walked over to Sirius and placed a light, chaste kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sirius.”

He watched as you walked upstairs to your dorm. Oh, Merlin, he just scored a date with you.

[honeylikesyanderes]

thinking about knox blackmailing a (slightly) difficult darling (with a little help from bennett ofc!)

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(not proofread, sorry if its messy, its like 11pm already oml. 18+ mdni, insert everything else i normally say here. i'm going to bed.)

''you see all this? i can make it all go away. just come back home. i'll leave the back door open for you.''

knox had done it again. had skipped date night just because of another stupid work meeting. his obsession with money was getting out of hand. and quite frankly, you had had enough of it.

meeting after meeting, excuse after excuse. it had started to pile up, and you were already fed up. it was your anniversary today and he couldn't even bother to send a text that he would be late, or that he wouldn't fucking show up. you glance at the wall in your shared apartment. 9:41pm it reads. still no call or text. you decide to clear the table and the decorations you prepared before going straight to bed.

morning comes fairly quickly, and you see knox asleep beside you in bed. he probably came in sometime during the night. you make breakfast as usual, and in true knox fashion, he comes downstairs, drinks coffee and leaves for work. he does remember to kiss your forehead, and say goodbye; but no word about yesterday's late coming and most definitely no comment about your missed anniversary.

the third day after your anniversary is when you decided that enough was enough. knox did not show up at all last night. he returned in the morning at 9am, sliding into your shared bed without a word. your sad, yet worried stare met with nothing but soft snores from his mouth. that was the day you decided to leave.

it started subtly. the packing, the (attempted) discussions with him to tell him how you felt neglected, that were futile. knox was just too busy for you. too busy for his darling. it was unfortunate.

''i'm an accountant'' he would say ''you just wouldn't understand, darling''

on the seventh day after your anniversary, knox comes home to an empty house for the first time in years. first thing that he noticed was that your special mug wasn't on the rack anymore. then he noticed your fluffy bunny slippers weren't by the door as they usually were. why wasnt the stove warm? didn't you eat today? maybe you microwaved takeout? no the microwave isnt warm either. he calls for you. no answer. maybe you're wearing headphones. he trudges up the stairs to your shared bedroom. your side of the closet is empty. your favourite lava lamp is gone from your bedside. his darling was nowhere to be seen. you were gone.

at first, knox cant believe it. his mind races, chest pounds, vomit starts to rise in his oesophagus. a million and one thoughts flow through his head at once. then he takes a deep breath and grounds himself. he pulls out his phone. he'll just call you. ask what's happened, say sorry and its fixed. you'll come back right, yes? first time he calls, it doesn't go through. same with the second try, third try and fourth try. you had blocked him. he checks his messages, and sees you've left him a voice message. he plays it. he learns that you truly have left him. he learns the reason why. he attempts to message you, but the message doesn't go through either. the vomit starts to rise in his throat again.

suddenly, he has an idea. he drafts an email. explaining that he didn't mean to ignore you (he's the senior accountant for the biggest firm in the city, and the financial report for 2024 is due soon), and he didn't mean to miss your anniversary (he had deadlines babe, surely you understand? he'll make it up to you, just come home first). he apologises earnestly and sends it. hopeful for your reply. alas, there is none.

day after day, week after week, month after month, knox sends you an email. every glorious day, you receive a brand new email of knox apologising and begging for forgiveness. usually, you just read them and ignore them, but today's email was a little weird. ''don't make me do this the hard way, doll'' was written at the end. ''is he threatening me?'' you wonder. little did you know, the worst was yet to come.

another week goes by, and you receive another email from knox; this time, with an attachment.

it was a video of you? it looked like you from a couple of years ago. an old video from your social media that you posted ages ago. but it couldn't be you. not with the tons of expletives and offensive things spilling from your mouth. things that would get you socially shunned even in the most liberal of places. things that you never truly said. it was doctored.

suddenly, your phone starts to buzz. nonstop. incessantly. the video had been posted on your social media. the comments and dms begin to flow like wine at a bad wedding. things had begun to escalate. you attempt to delete the video, but to no avail. you turn back to the email from knox, and the pieces start to fall into place.

''my dearest darling,'' the email said ''i know you may still harbour resentment towards me for causing our relationship to collapse and for my inexcusable neglect; and to that, i must apologise once again. however, i need you. as fishes require gills to live underwater, so i require you to continue to exist in this world. i have begged and grovelled at your feet, yet you have not indulged me, so i have decided to take matters into my own hands. attached is a video of you saying not so great things. notwithstanding, it has been uploaded to all your social media accounts. do not attempt to delete it, it will not work. do not call the police or involve any law enforcement or things will begin to get worse for you. my love, i didn't want to do this, but you forced my hand. you see all this? this mess? i can make it all go away. just come back home. i'll leave the back door open for you. i hope to see you soon, my love.''

what is your choice darling? go back to knox? or face social notoriety and isolation forever?

(looking for the characters mentioned here? check this!)

[scun-gilli]

“When we’re older…you won’t forget me, right?”

“Never.”

Lucifer is the king of the realm and his sworn sword is his childhood friend, Alastor. Lucifer is arranged to marry Lilith, but something tells him that his red thread is connected to someone else. Alastor had always felt a connection with the king, but the deal that binds him makes him fight against those feelings.

(King x King's Guard AU)

Cover by the AMAZING @elkaseltzer

CHECK OUT THIS AMAZING FANART <3 (spoiler alert)

By @penbwl

My sweet Raphael from Chapter 34. By @elkaseltzer as well :)

A beautiful commissioned scene from Chapter 29!

A Cain and Abel sketch by the talented Elk!!

A Royal Family Portrait by the amazing Elk!!

TRT CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS

just a little RadioApple fun on ao3. We having fun over here.

[sadie-bug345]

gang as condiments🤨

i’m fr bored asf AND on my way to dinner so this type shit is on my mind rn🤷‍♀️🧌

ponyboy:

bro just screams ranch lover

and he the type to always talk abt how much he looooves ranch

like bro i like ranch too but im not drinking bottles like you are😭😭

hes actually so real for liking ranch though

W condiment 7/10

johnny:

this one was harder cause i think johnny is so chill

like bro couldn’t care less what sauce packets you give him for his chicken sandwich

but he prefers ketchup

classic, normal, AND widely available so all boxes are checked🤗

6/10 cause sometimes ketchup is too basic (plus johnny the type to forget to shake the bottle😧)

sodapop:

fry sauce fs

if yall don’t know it, it’s mayo and ketchup mixed together

IT SOUNDS BAD HEAR ME OUT

just try it okay🙏🙏

when soda feels a little quirky he’ll add some sriracha sauce and chefs it up

soda the type to make any mundane thing fun

to the point where he makes the WILDEST food concoctions just for laughs

but it gets to the point where it’s still funny but highly concerning 😟

darry:

now i hate to say this but bro probably likes yellow mustard🫢

he’s not super adamant about telling people but the gang makes fun of him SM

he always snaps back tho w some classy older sibling comeback

side note, he the typa guy to say “let’s fire up the grill😀” when it’s fourth of july and they’re having burgers and hot dogs

no hate tho🫡

2/10 i can’t condone the constant use of mustard

dally:

bbq sauce lover

which i mean he’s so real for that

pretends to not give a shit but we know he does🙄

thinks he acts as lowk as johnny w shit like this but if he gets a sandwich from someplace that messed up his order he’ll throw a total fit

”you seein’ this johnny? blech they put mayo all over my burger ‘stead of barbecue or somethin’ decent…what a dump..”

johnnys like “mhm🙄” *not even paying attention*

”maaaan you see this crime against humanity? what is this, huh?”

twos like “and YOU know a lot about crimes don’cha dal?”

dally kicks two bit in the shins under the table

8/10

two-bit:

realistically he likes honey mustard type sauces or none at all

but to fw people he’ll combine sauces and it’s actually so foul

my friend will do this and mix together ketchup and ranch to call it “kranch” and i tried it cause yolo and its death oml

once two gets the sauce packets just run cause he’s bouta fuck that place up💀💀

3/10 only redeemed by his genuine taste in sauces

steve:

lowk didn’t know what to put for him so if there’s any steve lovers out there lmk what you guys think he’d like‼️

but he seems like the type to like most sauces but he puts an ungodly amount on his food💀

like every fry has gotta be totally covered in ranch or smth

def the type to double dip a chip btw😟

anyways 5/10 not really sure to think 🤨

ANYWAYS ilysm always and request hcs, imagines, anything or if you wanna talk my messages are open!!

[monowritestoomuch]

My Notes While Listening to Chapter 1 of Lost & Found

So I only found Charlie from BitterSweet so far and that's what I've been using to write Charlie's character. but in light of the newst hype with him and Auron, now I'm listening to the audios. This is all of chapter 1's notes that I wrote. Read along as I lose my shit.

NOT THE SLOGANS BRO--

HE'S A CUTIE OML

I see he had to sign un NDA, hmmmmm, and so did we, hmmmmmm--AURON YOU MOTHERF--

OH MY GOD HE'S SUCH A WET CAT

WE PUT A LOVE NOTE IN THE CD?! OH MY GOD THE FUCKING HEARTBREAK BRO

MOMMY AND DADDY ISSUES BRO BUT MAKE THEM SADBOI ANGST

HE WANTS US TO RUN OUR HANDS THRU HIS HAIR BRO DUDE THAT IS THE MOST ROMANTIC SHIT I'VE EVER HEARD

HE DEALT DRUGS?!

BRO WAS THE DRUG DEALER HOLY FUCK HE IS WALTER WHITE

it can't get worse, can it?

Oh no he, he was hopeless to life, oh. . .he didn't care about death. . .oh

He almost did. . .oh. Someone saved him. At least he made friends?

Dude omg

He got out and he's free? Dude has the mental health of a fricking side character in the mf mcu

guilt and shame and fear, dude im gonna cry,

He's not okay guys.

"I just have to keep going," what if I cried?

"And then you showed up," WHAT IF I CRY RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW

Bro said that it wasn't a good story. Bro. Bro. You're traumatized honey. You need therapy honey.

HE'S A TRAUMATIZED CUTIE

PLEASE JUST KISS ALREADY

DUDE WE DID SLIP YOU A LOVE NOTE AND I'D DO IT AGAIN--

PLEASE JUST KISS ALREADY WJKFNFRSUKDNJCFUD

I'D TELL YOU BY KISSING YOU BRO, NOT HARD

PLEASE KISS

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

HOLY SHIT UHHHHHHH WHAT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN WITH US AND HIM BRO WHAT

"I dare you to, show me how you feel. . ." WHAT IF I FUCKING SCREAMED

THE KISS HAPPENED YALL.

(he's a fucking bottom omg)

damn bros speechless

MORE KISSES?! YUURI MY GOOD SIR YOU'RE FEEDING US TONIGHT--

WE ASKED IF HE WAS OKAY. WE STAN PPL WHO CHECK IN ON THEIR PARTNERS.

HE'S TOUCH STARVED OH HONEY--

MORE KISSES

"just a natural reaction" and I oop--

more kisses

"excited around you--" I CHOKED--

NO DON'T GO TO BED--NOT WITHOUT HIM

HELL YEAH HE'S GONNA CUDDLE

yes honey, you're nervous. it's okay

COMMUNICATION IS THE FUCKING KEY

Side note: I had to pause this absolute masterpiece because I actually had to screech.

Oh he's self deprecating, oh no baby. . .

"Maybe I'll figure it out if you kiss me again," WHAT IF I ENDED UP ON A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR--

He called us hot, guys. Why can't real men be like this?

more smooches. okay. okay.

HE MISSED US. MY FUCKING HEART <3

WHY CAN'T REAL MEN BE LIKE THIS?!

Ticklish you say. . .

mono.exe has stopped computing

sir.

"None of it has changed. You still make my heart race." Can a man say this to me?

"Restless sleeper." Restless sleeper you say?

His parents totally shipped us.

"Gas station rhino pills." PFT--HDJFEWHJDSFKJESDJFJWE

YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH NO MORE SELF DEPRECTATION

YOU ARE NOT DAMAGED GOODS

EXPECATATIONS MY ASS. YOU'RE GOOD ENOUGH.

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DISSAPOINT ME. YOU'RE A FICTIONAL MAN. Honestly you can't do that, it's impossible.

HE IS A FUCKING BOTTOM I WAS RIGHT LMAO

I would kiss you a million times my boy

mono.exe has stopped computing x2

THERE'S SO MANY PEOPLE WHO WANT YOU BRO. HAVE YOU MET THE WET CAT LOVERS?????

"How do I say this without sounding like a thot?" my friend, you are one

mono.exe has stopped computing x3

IM SO RED IN THE FACE RN ACTUALLY IM A FUCKING TOMATO

I WOULD KICK HIS ASS IN A FIGHT THAT SCRAWNY MF NEVER STOOD NO CHANCE

WDYM UR NOT SMOOTH BRO

HE'S THE SILLIEST LITTLE GUY ISTG

HE SMOKES??????

HIS BOSS HAS A FUCKING WEED GARDEN I FUCKING CAN'T ANYMORE

little mister rat boy

he's so cute and for what.

BROS SO FUCKING HIGH RN

mono.exe had stopped computing x4

GUY YOU KNEW????? OMG IT'S FRICKING ALPHONSE ISN'T IT. AND SETH.

MORE KISSES

my fbi agent is going to be so concerned when i looked up "how to safely bleach one's ears?"

End Notes: I'm going to listen to chapter 2. Holy fuck. Please expect some Charlie content in January and February. Now I'm going to go bake. See you on the 25th for a special surprise!

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

Harrow The Ninth current progress reading thoughts (pt.2)

Part one | Here

Please no spoilers for beyond chapter 11 of book two, and none for book three please.

Spoilers for HTN and GTN below:

Chapters 7-9 (+prev chapters rambling):

HAHAHA GOD'S NAME IS JOHN AND THE SPOILER I GOT SAID THAT WAS GIDEON'S DAD'S NAME I WAS RIGHT!!!

Also Harrow being disappointment by and internally 'making fun' (as much as Harrow can in the state she's in, the poor thing) of God's name being John is so fucking funny to me. Like, I had the same reaction to the name John and his ownership of it, Harrow. I feel vindicated ty, girly. XD

I fucking love how Moira Quirk voices Harrow btw. I keep doing 'Harrow Voice' around the house now and it is far too fun. Also I miss Gideon give me my bby girl back and don't make her suffer too much!!! (She's gonna suffer so much, isn't she?) She [Moira] slips back into 'Gideon voice' here and there despite it being Harrow's perspective and I don't know if that's intentionallll ohhh my god WAIT I'm so dumb. Is the main section of the book in second person and leading with "you" because it's not just Harrow??? Bc she's a Lyctor and technically not just one person anymore???? Fuck that would make so much sense. Bc when Harrow is having dream/delusion time, it's back in the third-person format of the first book, which would work so perfectly with this train of thought since, in those delusions, Harrow is just Harrow. In a world without Gideon. God, if that's why, that is such a clever use of formatting and makes me appreciate the use of second person. (Which I usually do not like at all. In fact, usually, actively hate XD)

I just got to the part where we find out The Saint of Duty is also named Ortus?! And Harrow promptly passes tf out??? I fucking love this series haha (Which means I've just finished chapter nine as I type this note woop woop!)

I really am just feral for Harrow to open more of her notes and - OH MY GOD RIGHT SHE KISSED IANTHE?! XD I know it was to check that she hadn't cut out her tongue or removed teeth to sever the pact and that she had to be 'discrete' about it (oml) but holy fuck I'm cackling at the memory. I cannot believe Harrow kissed fucking Ianthe triden-fucking-tarius before she kissed Gideon or that stupid creepy ice woman!!! I'm cackling at the absurdity.

Though - I mean, Gideon dying by killing herself to save Harrow (and Camilla), and like literally doing so, to send her soul to live inside of Harrow??? They skipped the U-haul and went to fantasy soul-fused martyrdom XD (I'm using Martyr here even though it's wrong bc I'm typing this at 3 a.m. and I can't think of a better word for this rn - and this series is dripping with religious stuff soooo idc rn (I so do. It is actively bothering me)) (it's now 8 p.m. the following day as I'm editing this and my internal thesaurus is still failing me woops XD)

Why is Ianthe fucking here bro - I don't hate her but I certainly don't like her, and I'm neutral in my experience of not liking her so... IDK Ugh. They're probably going to make me attached at some point and then kill her.

I do like that Ianthe seems to be genuinely worried about Coronabeth's whereabouts. It's nice to see her care for something (someone) other than herself. I know her Cavalier was insufferable, but she killed him with so much coldness! Honestly, I suppose the more I think of her, the more interested that I am. I don't think I fully grasped the reveal that Coronabeth wasn't a necromancer at the end of the last book? Why on earth - metaphorical earth i suppose - why on any planet would your family want you to pretend your twin is also magical? Was it for appearances? Was it to keep her sister safe from their family? She managed to delude everyone into believing it the entirety of book one??? Just how powerful was she before Lyctorhood. How powerful is she now.

She seems to at least have less cognitive resolve than Harrow - if not less power overall - considering Harrow could use theorems in The River... but perhaps that was more Gideon's influence on Harrow's power than her own? They don't seem to be very integrated at the moment - especially with Harrow's falsified memories? But she is a Lyctor so idk. Mercy seemed flabbergasted by it.

I also did want to mention that I liked the detail that Delusional!Harrow was glad her eyes 'hadn't changed much' bc Ortus and her had similar, black ninth-eyes. Why does The Body have Gideon's eyes. Why does the body give her advice. Is Harrow crazy (you know, clinically not just... Harrow XD) or is she truly being haunted?

I'm actually really enjoying having somewhere to sort through some of my jumbled thoughts as I read! Especially with a book series like this that has so many moving parts - many of which I'm sure I've only gotten the barest scrap about - I've probably missed quite a few tbh.

It's fun getting to meet some more of the surviving Lyctors, and it was really interesting to hear about Cytherea a bit from their perspective, and get a bit more of the very ancient timeline sorted.

Bro I've been listening to the audiobooks and I feel like I'm in an Olympic obstacle course looking up all these names while trying to avoid spoilers. I fully expected Cytherea to be spelled Kithrea and Gideon's last name to be Navv and not Nav. etc. etc. Also though Ortus' name was Aughtus - I did not hear that 'r' XD My brain also keeps deciding that Magnus and Abigail are Maximus and Annabeth???? I don't have any clue why. This is what happens when you give a visual learner an audiobook I suppose.

Also did Ianthe kill Silas at the end of the last book when she became a Lyctor? And his Cavalier? I fully lost track of whatever happened to those two. I'm going to have to go back at some point and re-listen to that whole Ianthe section.

Chapter 10:

It was really nice getting to see Magnus and Abigail, even slightly-odd Harrow-skewed dream versions of them.

Magnus's eye's being 'a color that was suddenly hard to define' and asking Harrow "is this really how it happened?" is fucking haunting bro.

Also poor Ortucs, let that poor make-believe baby be a scribe XD It was also interesting how much his agreeableness aggravates Harrow. It's such a nice, jolting ache for her and for us. How hollow and absent her life is without Gideon. How much it lacks color both literal and metaphorical.

Oh. Ohhhh my god, I need to be paying more attention to the 'crazy' notes in the dreams, don't I? Implantation?! Of Gideon mayhaps?

She has a very physical reaction to seeing these notes as well, her eyes 'almost strobing' at the sight of it. Like it's something that does not fit into her carefully-crafted false reality. Something like Gideon. How Gideon or Gideon's soul or essence or whatever would have any idea of things pre-conception, I don't know. But this is all made up, so who's to say, right? I suppose it could have to do with Harrow as well, given dream!Abigail's comments about the soul-price hovering around Harrow. Even if the notes are not quite so literal, I'm sure that they don't mean nothing. Especially because Ortus, the literal manifestation of Harrow's rewriting of events - can't read it, refutes it. Surely they must mean something. Who knows, maybe it's about the girl in the ice.

The fact that Harrow, or at least, falsified-reality-dream-Harrow, has never eaten a potato is absolutely tragic (I type, while eating Gnocchi, feeling quite mocking towards our potato-less girl, despite no intention to.) Though, I wouldn't put it past our Queen of Misery to decide in this falsified reality, to deny herself the existence of potatoes in the Ninth. Just to make herself that much more miserable XD

Also LOL to even dream Ortucs being like "Bro I'm so glad this wasn't what I ended up to be" like, poor dead mama's boy. I actually feel kind of bad for him. Born in the wrong house to the wrong family at the wrong point in time, huh? Sorry your ship blew up, pookie. But like, also maybe try zoloft or vitamin D, babes, you're really bringing down the vibe - and like, the vibe is quite literally dead with all this necromancy so... that is really saying something sweetie. XD

I've wondered a couple times if the woman in the ice has anything to do with Gideon specifically, like being her mother - bc there's technically no proof thus far (to my memory) that the dead woman who carried Gideon in the life-support container was actually her mom. Wasn't Gideon only an hour old when found? All of this is so funky. I'm thinking so many things you guys sshashohaowihaoij Could the woman who brought Gideon to the Ninth have been taking her 'back to her mother' if there were time-shinnanigan things? Like if she was born or stillborn ages ago - or removed from the woman in the ice w/o really being born and god put her into the resurrection sleep or or or. I really just don't know. Fuck, I'm so curious. Idk I feel like I'm grapsing at straws here, but I was right about God being her dad and that felt just as insane at the time XD Also, fr though, WTF is god? Like, tell me.

Chapter 11:

HA - hahaha XD Ohh my god. Gideon saw Cythrea's dead body from Harrow's eyes and went "fuck you, bitch, die again.", huh? XD Not Harrow using the sword in her blackout even though they're not fully integrated. You cannot convince me that wasn't our precious Gideon being so very herself lmao

I wonder if it's Gideon like... directly, or if it's more of an echo of her final purpose in regards to her sacrifice? I imagine Harrow blacking out around that whole section is bc she's not integrated with Gideon (and can't even let herself remember the reality of her LMAO)

ONTO ACT TWO!!! WOOP WOOP!

[lyramundana]

BABE I HAD THE MOST DELICIOUS THOUGHT SKDKKSKSKSJD (Tw: cnc so ignore this ask if you're not comfy with it babes it's completely fine)

So like yknow those vip backstage pass thingies? What if a kinda large group of girls (of all shapes and sizes ofc we are horny for all bodies) got them and are waiting in a room to meet the skz members, but for some reason only one member shows up. So what do they do? Ruin the pretty baby until he's lying twitching on the ground with nothing in his lil head<33 make the poor boy fuck them all in turns until they're satisfied, and he's cum so many times he nothing but a lil cumdoll for them😩

This gives me major jisung vibes, lix and binnie too, we all know they're absolute whores for being used ❤️

That was a whole ass rant oml but I couldn't help it, have a lovely day💋💋

Oh god anon💀👀 What a dirty brain you have. I love it!

Warning❗: CNC (Dubious con, non-con). Proceed with caution.

Ohh, you bet those three little sluts would enjoy it, but in different ways.

Changbin is a show off. He lives for the praise and feeling desired, so this is like a dream to him. Plus, it's so cute those girls think they have the chance to overpower him. Do they think those muscles are only for aesthetic purposes? He knows how to use them.

He's stronger than all of them, and so it isn't difficult for him to mandhandle the first one he sees and hold her down while he rips her clothes off. He's been so stressed, so frustrated lately. This is exactly what he needed. His dicks gets progessively harder with her whines and weak protests, all while the others watch hungrily what's happening. Once she's finally bare and unmoving under him, he gets to work. He's careful with his stamina, tho. After all, he wants to take care of all his adorable Stays.

Once he's done with one, he goes for the next. He barely checks their faces, there's no need. At some point he's fucking two at the same time, showing them how truly powerless they were from the beginning. Feeling their nails and teeth scratch him fills him with a certain thrill, simply increasing his force to keep them still again.

Felix, sweet thing, he's so nervous. He sees the whole group of beautiful, different Stays and his mind goes blank. They're all there waiting for him, their predatory gazes making his legs jelly and sending a rush of blood down his cock. He doesn't have time to process the situation before several pairs of hands are on him, his clothes quickly being removed.

He's so cute when he's red, so embarrassed and vulnerable. They can't do whatever they want with him and he can't do nothing about it. His cute cock is already leaking and red despite his somewhat reluctance, which only makes him look more tempting. First they make him cum with their hands, one rubbing his dick and the other massaging his balls. They edge him until everyone had their turn, delighting on his high-pitched whimpers and begs. He cums hard on his stomach, but they're not done.

Then the take turns again, to ride him. Some worship him and treat him like he's made of glass, filling his ears with praises and being gentle with their hands. He moans so prettily, his small hands grabbing their hips for support. Others, however, are meaner. Their hands are rough and demanding, and their words degrade him with filthy names. Suprisingly, that makes him even harder and he begs for them to continue.

It's only a matter of time before the sub-space hits him.

Jisung is a wild card. Everyone is expecting this shy, sweet boy that gets flustered when fans flirt with him. He's Felix's sunshine twin, they must be similar. And he is, to some extent.

They have no idea that cute quokka persona they see on shows and stage it's partly a facade, a mask. Because Jisung hides a dark side too, one that none of them see coming. He can be a submissive little baby as quick as he can be a serious dominant man. He lives off the praise too, of being in power. And just like Changbin, he really needs something to empty him from all this pent up frustration. So when he finds himself surrounded by a bunch of gorgeous fans, who all are ready to give him or receive anything he wants, well, he doesn't waste a second. He licks his lips in preparation for the full menu that awaits for him.

He's strong too, very strong. He's not as thick as Changbin but he definitely could manhandle these girls too with zero problems, only difference is he prefers not to. He's itching for them to break him, like they did with Felix. He wants that too, to be fucked and used until his brain leaks our from his ears. The idea of all these sexy girls overpowering him and not even letting him speak, treating like a mere dildo for their pleasure, makes his cock twitch in his pants. They force his head in their pussies and make him eat them out until they cum, his tongue eagerly licking everything. Now he's pulsating, his boxers wet and sticky, and his clothes suddenly feel too constricting.

By the end of it, his entire face is covered in cum, some of it squirt. His torso painted with nail scratches and hickeys, fingerprints in his hips. His dick pulsating and slowly softening, with his own cum staining his stomach. Eyes rolled back and his body having small spasms.

This is the dirties thing I've ever written so far😳😳I dunno why

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Thirty-Four: Townsperson B

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 6817 

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A/n: Hope ya'll are doing well ^-^ I've got a bit of a promotion at work and have been working a lot. It feels like I never have time to write anymore. I've also hit a writer's block for certain stories recently, but nothing new lmao Though I caved the other day to get Baldur's Gate 3 and OML I AM IN LOVE. The story, the characters, the visuals, the endless choices, I just love everything about the game. I've streamed myself playing it a few times on Twitch and that is quite fun. Though here we go with this chapter!

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BY THE TIME NIGHT CAME, SAKURA CAME out of the school to meet up with her brother and Yachi at the gym. It was dark out and her own club had finished quite some time ago, but she used the time after that to study some more. With exams coming soon, there was always a need to keep up on her studies for it. Though now with night finally shadowing over the school, and just about every club finishing up, Sakura needed to meet up with her brother to go home. Also check in with her friend to make sure that the practice went well.

“Yachi-chan,” Sakura said as she moseyed over to her friend. The blonde jumped at her sudden voice, being dragged out of her own thoughts abruptly. “How was it?”

She laughed nervously, “It was… a bit overwhelming.”

“That’s understandable.” Sakura pursed her lips, “None of the guys gave you a hard time, right?”

Yachi smiled a bit at the worry that her friend had for her, “No, no, it was okay.”

“That’s good.” If they did, she would certainly be first in line to reprimand them for it. The absolute last thing that she needs is for them to scare Yachi away from her. If Yachi decided to not be friends with Sakura based off of a bad interaction with the team, Sakura wouldn’t know what to do. Then again perhaps she was overreacting a bit with the possibility of Yachi just leaving her because of this.

As the two were talking, the goddess of a manager came out as well, “Oh, Hitoka-chan. Are you done changing?” Kiyoko said, changing her shoes and noticing that Sakura was also there. “Sakura-chan, how was your day?”

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, “fine, nothing too special.” 

“I’ll walk with you both, so hold on a sec.” Kiyoko said politely, “I’m going to change, too.”

Yachi jumped, “No, it’s okay. I actually think I should be walking with you, or something, or…”

“Don’t worry about it.” The older girl then walked off to get herself ready to go, leaving no argument to be made from Yachi.

Sakura chuckled lightly at the conflicted expression on Yachi’s face. “Kiyoko’s really nice, you’ll have to get used to it.”

From the open window, Yachi and Sakura could hear Ukai and Takeda talking in the gym. “What’s wrong, sensei?” Ukai asked, “Why the serious face?”

Takeda sighed heavily, “Oh, well… Apparently, the bus we were supposed to take for the away games in Tokyo was booked by another club, so it doesn’t look like we’ll get it. It looks like it’s going to cost us a lot more than expected, so I was trying to figure out what to do.”

“I’ll try talking to a few more alumni.” Ukai thought out loud, “I’m sure this problem’ll come up again in the future.”

“I apologize. I’ll try reaching out, as well. Well, if all else fails, I do have some savings.”

Ukai jumped at that, “No, no, no. You need to save that for your future wedding, or something. And don’t do that with your hand!”

Yachi and Sakura shared a look with each other. In a seeming telepathic moment, the two came to the same sort of wavelength. There had to be some way to raise some money for the club, but where were they going to start?

“Yachi-san!” Shōyō suddenly shouted as he came over to the two girls. The poor blonde jumped at the shout of her name, “Yachi-san, are you gonna be our manager?”

“Uh, um…”

Shōyō smiled at her eagerly, “You will, right?”

Sakura stepped up to save Yachi from her brother, becoming a barrier between them, “Don’t pester her, Shō-nii. It’s only been one practice.” As if Yachi would have made her decision after one proper day with the team. The last thing she needed was for her brother or any of the other volleyball idiots scaring Yachi off. No need for Yachi to start worrying too much and have a panic attack right now.

Though it didn’t seem like the other boys were going to help the matter either as the two-year idiots were coming up to the group. It was Tanaka who started by saying, “Hey, first-year girl, hey!”

“We hope that you will join the Karasuno High School volleyball team.” Nishinoya said seriously.

Yachi blinked, “Huh?”

Tanaka continued on with a smile on his face, “When you’re around, Kiyoko-san talks a lot.” 

Sakura shook her head and muttered to herself, “of course that’s why.”

Daichi and Suga then came up from behind them, the majority of the boys having finished changing. The captain bonked the two idiots on the head with a reprimand, “What kind of invitation is that, you idiots?!”

Suga attempted to amend any offense, as usual,  “Sorry these guys are so stupid.”

“No, not at all!” Yachi exclaimed, “Um… I’m flattered. I’ve never tried to do something on my own, or had someone need me for anything… Even in drama club, I’ve only been an extra. Like Townsperson B or a tree.” Everyone tilted their heads at that. Though she continued on, “So when Shimizu-senpai worked so hard to recruit a Townsperson B, like me, who has no experience or knowledge of volleyball, I was really happy. But I’m sure I’m not much-”

“I totally get how you feel.” Tanaka started, a passionate expression on his face, “Even if Kiyoko-san said, ‘I’m going to steal money from you, so follow me.’ I’d still follow her.”

Nishinoya gaped at his heroic friend, “You’re so manly, Ryu!”

“That’s definitely not healthy,” Sakura stated with a slightly concerned yet disgusted expression.

Endo commented with a hum as he passed by with Asahi, “Toxic, even.” 

“Uh, I think that’s a bit different.” Yachi commented.

Though that didn’t matter or register to Shōyō or Nishinoya as the orange-haired decoy exclaimed, “That sounds sorta awesome!” Suga just stared at his bald friend in disbelief, how can they really be this stupid?

“Looks like Tanaka’s saying something again.” Asahi said, amused by his friends.

“Oh, that reminds me…” Shōyō started as he rummaged through his bag for his phone. He held it up for them to read and saw that it was a text from Nekoma’s setter, Kenma.

To: Hinata Shōyō From: Kozume Kenma Subject: None We made it through the first round. This week is round two of prelims.

“Damn!” Nishinoya just about screamed, “Nekoma’s so awesome!”

Tanaka joined in as the trio started jumping around, “I’m getting fired up!”

Sakura leaned over to Yachi who watched the boys shouting with a bit of concern. She stated, “they get like this most of the time, well… all of the time.”

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With it now being the next day, Sakura was nervously tapping her fingers on the crook of her elbow. Ever since school had ended, and she decided to walk Yachi to the gym for the second day, she had been nervous. She had to talk herself up to what she had wanted to do right now. Though it should be simple, she just had to ask Yachi something, what was so nerve wracking about that?

She cleared her throat as they made it to the gym doors, “Um, so Yachi.”

“Hm?” she hummed, turning to her friend.

Sakura pursed her lips glancing away for a moment, “I was wondering if you wanted to study a bit this weekend.”

“Oh,” Yachi nodded her head, “yeah of course!”

Sakura let out a relieved sigh, “Nice, okay. Is your house okay? It’s probably closer to the school than mine.”

“That’s perfect! How about this Saturday, is noon a good time?”

Sakura smiled happily, “That works.” The giddy feeling that came over her about finally having a friend to hang out with out of school. She’s never had anyone to do that with. She hung out with the photography club a couple times to get snacks and boba after club, but hanging out with someone at their house seemed different to her. “Shōyō will probably tag along, since he needs all the help he can get.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Yachi nodded her head, not having an issue with others coming. “Kaygeyama might come too, him and your brother have been working well enough together to study.” Yachi explained happily. Which she found more than inspirational since the two were determined to do their best to get to Tokyo.

“Sadly.” Sakura let out a sigh, before turning to leave, “I’ll see you later then.”

“See you!”

Now sitting around the tables of the club room, the photography club all had their attention on their president. Shimada stood with a broad smile on her face as she presented to them with an air of whimsy around her. Thankfully, since her friends were used to it, they weren’t choking on it at the moment, but if she kept this up, they would soon. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, “Well for the next big gallery I was thinking of doing something on Heroes and leaders!” Shimada exclaimed, more than excited to share the news with the club. Though she’s always excited to share any news with her club.

Wada blinked at her as she stared at them expectantly, “Meaning…?”

“I would think it means people who are heroes and leaders, duh,” Ito explained, as if she were talking to a toddler.

“So you want me to take a photo of the Prime Minister and call it a day.” Wada asked dully, thinking of the prompt shallowly. It didn’t seem all that interesting to him, not too much artistic style to it like he usually includes. He’s not the type of photographer that loves adding more artistic styles to his work. He finds portraits boring, not necessarily wanting to work with people for such work.

“You could if you want.” Mori explained, “We were thinking more of people you idolize in your own life who are your hero or a great leader, not just people who are in power like the Prime Minister.”

So not just a leader in position and name, but a leader in inspiration, or a philosophical aspect. Sakura thought to herself.

Wada pursed his lips and shrugged after a moment of thinking, “Hmm, I could work with that.”

Yokoyama teased with a sassy tone, “You can’t take pictures of yourself.” They all know that Wada may not be exactly the cockiest person out there, but he has his moment, and they would definitely think that he’d take a photo of himself and say he’s his own leader. Though they supposed that could work, still goes against the idea of going out of your way to find something to photograph.

He seemed more than offended that the comment was pointed in his direction, “I wasn’t gonna do that!”

Ito deadpanned, not believing him as far as she could throw him, “Really?”

“Shut up.” He grumbled at the playfully scrutinizing stare from his friends.

Shimada laughed at the banter before saying, “You’ve got time to figure it out, since we’re not doing the gallery until after exams. Focus on your academics for now, then we’ll finish up the planning for the gallery.”

Sakura paused for a moment as the thought circled in her mind. She wouldn’t say she definitely considered someone to be a hero of hers. A leader she might consider would probably be Takeda or Ukai, since they do quite a good job of wrangling the volleyball club. Even Daichi is quite a good leader with how he keeps them in check but also has a tight friendship with everyone. A hero is a different story to her. If someone saved her life then they’d be her hero, but she’s never been in danger of that sort so there wasn’t anyone to consider in that regard.

Wada’s face suddenly appeared in front of Sakura, startling her slightly. He poked her cheek, which earned him a slap, “You’re thinking quite hard, I can see the smoke coming from your ears.”

“Leave her alone, Wada!” Ito groaned from her seat, “Don’t bully the poor girl.”

He raised his hands in surrender, “I’m not bullying, just concerned for her brain, must be overthinking something again.”

Sakura scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not overthinking.”

Yokoyama leaned down with a wide teasing smile, “Sounds like something someone overthinking would say.”

“No doubt you’re overthinking the gallery topic, don’t sweat it.” Wada continued on, not backing down despite Sakura’s light glare, “You did amazing for the first one, the pictures you’ve shown us lately are amazing, and we’re not even focusing on the gallery until exams are done, so you’re fine.”

She just sighed, “Yeah, yeah.” Perhaps she was overthinking it a bit too hard. She has to focus on exams coming up, that was certainly the most important thing at the moment. Sakura knew that she has a tendency to think too hard about something, especially when it’s something outside of her comfort zone. Photography, while it’s a hobby she enjoys, is not something that she has full confidence in. She was getting there, slowly but surely, though it would still take a bit of time. Though she’ll focus on something that she is confident on, and that’s her studying.

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Now that school was over, Endo had joined up with his clubmates to head to the clubroom. His day had been agonizingly boring, nothing too entertaining to give him life during his classes. As always, the only highlight of his day was getting to hang out with Asahi during break time, but nothing else was exciting. So now he was walking into the club room with his friends

“Kiyoko seemed more than excited earlier,” Endo commented as he changed into his practice clothes.

Daichi nodded his head, “She’s excited to have a new manager around.”

Finishing putting his shirt on, Suga laughed lightly, “I think most of the team is.”

“When we saw her the other day, she was quite adorable, no?” Endo asked, “Skittish, but definitely cute.” He’s not really the type of person to talk to anyone outside of his grade, the only exception being the team. So he’s never heard of this girl before. Still on the first meeting, Endo didn’t think there was going to be any issues with her. Besides maybe her being a tad bit… scared about meeting the team. Though who knows.

With his brown eyes hardening to look at his friends, Daichi made sure to state firmly, “No one scare Yachi-san off, okay? We have to make her feel welcomed.”

Endo chuckled, “Better tell that to Thing 1 and Thing 2, they might scare the poor girl away.”

“Which ones?” Asahi asked with a tilt of his head, “Nishinoya and Tanaka or Hinata and Kageyama?”

Endo pursed his lips, “Nishinoya and Tanaka. Hinata and Kageyama are tweedle dee and tweedle dumb. Though at times it can change.” They all laughed a bit at that before finishing up. With all the boys now dressed up, they headed down to the gym and started their warm up. They set up the net, got the balls, and anything else that was needed.

Eventually, the two managers came to the gym as well. “Ouginishi will arrive in four and a half hours.” Kiyoko called out to the boys while tying up her shoes.

They all shouted in response, “Right!”

Noticing the skittish new girl, Endo decided to walk up to them. He has to make a good first impression, after all. If this girl was going to be coming onto the team as a new manager, it would be best to get in her good graces. He approached and saw that she was fiddling with her fingers nervously. He plastered a charming, disarming smile on his lips and leaned down to her slightly. 

A shadow loomed over Yachi as she finished. Yachi jumped at the tall boy leaning over her with a devilish looking smile. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she stared up at his illuminating eyes. To be honest, it looked as though a devil was leering at her, analyzing her every movement. Like any slight movement she made was being recorded into his mind to use for later use.

“You look familiar,” he muttered smoothly, “I can’t put my finger on it.”

Yachi’s wide eyes stared at him, “O-Oh.”

“Yachi, Yachi.” Endo tapped his chin in thought, the girl’s name ringing bells in his mind, “What does your mother do for work?”

The girl answered a bit hesitant with the attention of Endo on her, “She’s a graphic designer.”

“That’s where I know your name from!” He exclaimed, causing Yachi to jump up in surprise at the shout. “Your mother has worked for my father’s company before. She does amazing work. No doubt you are the same way.”

Yachi laughed nervously, now realizing that this third-year was expecting a lot of him now. “I-I hope so.” She wasn’t sure what company his father has, but she’ll probably find out at some point. She was just a bit too intimidated by his height and sharp eyes to ask. Yachi was already overwhelmed by all the chaos that was starting to ensue due to the boys warming up, so she didn’t think she’d be able to work up the courage to ask Endo at the moment.

Endo just winked at her and marched off to help finish setting up. That devilish smile now haunting Yachi as he left her to her thoughts. He had met her mother once before at a social function for his father’s company some time ago. She seemed like a nice woman, very much focused on her work and proud of it and Endo loved her style. What a small world, he snickered to himself. What were the odds of her daughter being at his school and also joining his club?

“That’s Endo Joji,” Kiyoko explained, since he hadn’t done it himself.

“Endo?” Yachi tilted her head. She’s heard plenty about the third-year boy from other students. She knows that he likes gossip and drama, instigating it sometimes, though she never has seen it in person before. Yachi wonders if she’ll see it today. 

Kiyoko gave her a kind, reassuring smile, “don’t mind him too much, he isn’t all that scary.” Yachi bristled, having realized that her fear and hesitation about him was able to be seen so easily. So she apologized to Kiyoko, quickly trying to explain herself for her slight. 

“Thank you for having us!” The team that was going to have a practice mat was here. A formidable enough looking team, no one too extraordinary appeared to be on the team at first glance. 

Daichi rallied them all together, “Gather round!”

“Right!”

Both teams lined up across from each other for a proper greeting. Yachi observed them all, intimidated to see even more tall boys coming into the gym. How someone would be that tall never ceased to amaze her. Though if she was to be a part of the team, then she would have to get used to it, she supposed. “Bow!”

“Let’s play!” Everyone shouted out.

Each team took a little bit more time to warm themselves. Endo was doing some last minute stretching, knowing that he wasn’t going to be put into the game. Even if he was, it probably wouldn’t be for too long so what was the point? Any chance he could take to not get too sweaty, Endo would take it.

“We’re gonna start soon,” Daich called out, “so get changed!”

“Right.”

So the boys all got their uniforms so they could get ready for the practice match. As they were getting changed, Suga noticed that Shōyō was attempting to put on his shirt backwards. “Hinata, that’s backwards.”

“Like Jamila,” Tanaka laughed.

All the while, Yachi was freaking out, a blush bright on her face as she became flustered. After all, she’s now having to see the boys all taking their shirts off to change into their jerseys. Kiyoko apologized to Yachi, “Sorry, you’ll have to get used to this.” Though that didn’t do much since the poor girl was still freaking about being around them, her cheeks keeping the red hue no matter what.

Now dressed in his uniform, Endo chuckled lightly at the poor girl. Though he understands where she’s coming from. “Don’t worry about it, Yachi-san, more often than not they’d be embarrassed being around a cute girl.” He wasn’t sure if his comment helped calm Yachi down or not, since she just got even more red. Though he hoped that it had helped a little bit, even if she embarrassed her in a different way.

Nishinoya noticed a new accessory on their ace, “Asahi-san, that string in your hair is awesome!”

“String?” He blinked and sheepishly said, “It’s a hairband. Well, I guess I feel confident if you say that, Nishinoya.”

“Straighten up.” Daichi scolded the slouching boy as he slapped him on the back.

Tanaka came over, “Trying to change your image, Asahi-san?”

“No, the other day…” He explained, “Kiyoko said my hair braid was tight enough to make me go bald. That’s why…” Nishinoya just bursted out laughing, the image of a bald Asahi now in his mind.

Endo ruffled Asahi’s hair lightly, “could never imagine you without your luscious locks.” If there’s one thing that Endo loves about Asahi, it’s his hair. No doubt in his mind, it just makes him look so… good.

“I need to be careful, too,” Tanaka said, the worry of him losing his hair now on his mind.

Yamaguchi stated, “There are some hot bald guys, though.”

“I’m not bald!” Tanaka denied rather loudly. 

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow at his upperclassman, “Aren’t you going to get into your uniform, Tanaka-san?”

The bald teen shouted, “I’m about to!”

Endo jabbed Asahi in the side with his elbow as he snickered, “He’s not done showing off to Kiyoko.” They all knew he was just attempting to flex and show off to Kiyoko. He wasn’t exactly subtle about it.

The whistler blew, now warm ups were over. Ukai then called all the boys over, and they were finally ready to start the practice game against Ogi Nishi. So they huddled up together, “This is our first match with another team since the Inter-High prelims.” Ukai said, “You haven’t forgotten your frustrations for then, have you?”

“Right!”

“All right, go out there and raise some hell!” Ukai shouted with a smirk.

“Right!”

So the game began with the usual starters and usual benchwarmers. They were all ready to refine their team even a little bit more with a team in this practice match. There were a few mistakes that were made, but they could be easily rectified when analyzed later. Ogi Nishi was a decent team to play against, but they certainly weren’t a team like Aoba Johsai or Nekoma. They posed a good enough challenge but nothing extravagant. Karasuno was doing well against them.

Even throughout the game, Yachi noticed that there were quite a few of the boys who were sitting on the sidelines. Endo was one of them. She would have figured that third-years would be on the court, considering she would think they’d be a bit more skilled, but perhaps she was wrong. Sugawara was even on the sidelines, so maybe she was incorrect in her assumptions. Though when she looks at them, Yachi notices the look in Endo’s eyes. Sharp blue eyes, no longing or jealousy in them about having to be on the sidelines. Sugawara had that expression on his face from time to time, obviously wishing that he could be on the court, but there was an underlying acceptance. Like he knew that it was better for Kageyama to be on the court at the moment. 

Endo though… Endo was not bothered about having to be put on the side. Like he didn’t care about playing or was as fired up about this as the others. Yachi had seen that all of the boys were so passionate and dedicated to these games, especially Hinata and Kageyama. However, Endo seemed to be the only one of the team who was… content with his benchwarmer status. She thought that they were all going to be like this, after running into so many of these boys being quite rambunctious and loud about volleyball. Though Endo is different. He was supportive from how he cheered for his friends, but by no means seemed ready to get on the court himself. She could only wonder why.

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Words weren’t exactly becoming jumbled just yet, which meant that Sakura had plenty of time to keep studying. It might be late, Shōyō might already be nodding off to sleep, but Sakura was still going to stay awake and study. She yawned a bit, her eyes becoming a bit droopy now that it was getting a bit later. While her brother would say she’s studying a bit too excessively, like usual, she would argue there’s always room to improve her study habits. Besides, nothing wrong with going over her work at least a few times. Though in the midst of her revisions, Sakura received a text. She doesn’t really get texts from anyone besides her family and the few others who have her number. And when she saw that it was from Yachi, Sakura thought that it was time for a short break.

To: Hinata Sakura From: Yachi Hitoka  Subject: Idea Do you think you could help me with something?

To: Yachi Hitoka From: Hinata Sakura Subject: RE: Idea With what? Nothing illegal, right?

To: Hinata Sakura From: Yachi Hitoka  Subject: RE: Idea WHAT? Of course not!

To: Yachi Hitoka From: Hinata Sakura Subject: RE: Idea Just checking. What is it?

To: Hinata Sakura From: Yachi Hitoka Subject: RE: Idea I was thinking of designing a poster, to help raise some money for the club. I’ve started a bit so far, but I think you can help me with it.  |File attached|

Sakura clicked the photo that Yachi had sent her, and saw that it was a rough sketch. An idea of a poster that Yachi seemed to have thought up to help with getting money for the club. It was a good idea, Sakura thought, just needed some refining. Sakura sent her reply;

To: Yachi Hitoka From: Hinata Sakura Subject: RE: Idea You’re quite the artist, Yachi. I like it so far.

To: Hinata Sakura From: Yachi Hitoka Subject: RE: Idea You’re the club photographer, do you think you can get a photo like this?

Sakura thought for a moment, trying to picture just about every shot that she might have taken in the past few weeks. Though with how Yachi drew what she wanted in the composition, Sakura felt like she had exactly what Yachi had envisioned.

To: Yachi Hitoka From: Hinata Sakura Subject: RE: Idea Actually, I think I have one that might work.

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When Saturday rolled around, Sakura couldn’t argue over the fact that Kageyama had tagged along during their study session at Yachi’s. Not that she had a complete issue with it. As long as he kept his comments to himself and focused on studying whatever he needed, then she couldn’t complain. Sakura would even help him out if he asked nicely. Even if he was capable of that, Sakura thought.

Though even with a limited amount of conflict, the quartet were able to get through a productive study session. Sakura couldn’t help herself but made a few comments against Kageyama which bothered him, but they got through it. So now with the study session over and hopefully progress made, it was time for everyone to head home. Sakura was more than satisfied with how it had gone. She had to help Kageyama with some of his reading comprehension, which went surprisingly well. They both knew that if they had any sort of disagreement, it would just hurt them in the long run. 

Now they were saying their goodbyes after Yachi had walked them down to the street. “Man, you’re a lifesaver!” Shōyō shouted, “Yachi-san, thanks for helping us study on a Saturday!”

Kageyama grunted, “Thanks.”

“This was good,” Sakura commented, a bit of a giddy tone to her voice. Her stomach was full of butterflies, happy with how this went since she was hanging out with a friend. Granted it was hanging out with a friend plus her brother and the king, but it was better than nothing. Perhaps she should think about doing this more often with Yachi, or even some other people in the future. Shimada would definitely be more than happy with that and would want to hang out with her. Maybe even Mori or Ito for that matter. Though she certainly wasn’t going to ask Wada or Yokoyama, those two would just be annoying her in some way.

“Sure.” Yachi smiled, bringing Sakura out of her thoughts, “Let’s do our best on the exam.” Yachi’s mother, Madoka Yachi, then came outside. Dressed up in a tasteful business suit and lovely makeup, she definitely was ready and poised for her business.

“Oh, thanks for having us.” Shōyō said as the three bowed towards Yachi’s mother.

“No problem,” Yachi’s mother said, “Was she a good teacher?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna ace that exam for sure now! I think! Or rather, I won’t let Yachi-san’s kindness go to waste!” It warmed Yachi’s heart to see Shōyō say something like that.

Kageyama thought out loud with a hand on his chin, “Kindness… ‘To have a caring heart. A term used to express a caring attitude one has for another.’”

“It actually surprises me that you didn’t know that.” Sakura blinked, causing Kageyama to glower at her, “Even toddlers would know that.”

Madoka nodded her head, “I see. Good luck on your exam.”

“Thanks! Let’s go to Tokyo together, Yachi-san!” Shōyō cheered loudly, his excitement taking over.

Yachi jumped, at the sudden shout and the nervousness of her mother hearing this, “Huh? R-Right…”

The trio then started to leave as Shōyō waved goodbye, “See you next week!”

“See you in class,” Sakura said goodbye to her good friend as they started to head off.

Yachi bid them a farewell, “B-Bye bye…”

The trio started their walk back home. While Yachi’s apartment was a tad bit closer to their school than the Hinatas’ home, that meant that the twins had quite a ride home. So they’d have to get to their bikes and hope that they got home before it got too dark. Though it’s not like Sakura minded, a bit of a ride home was overshadowed by the giddy feeling of having a successful hang out with a friend.

As they were walking, Shōyō couldn’t help himself but pull out “Yachi-san’s notes are so awesome! Notes should always be like this.” Shōyō sang as he looked at his notebook, admiring the organization that he could never achieve without her help. “If Yachi-san joins, we’ll have two managers. We totally sound like a champion school.”

Kageyama shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah.”

Sakura raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think it really matters how many managers you have.” 

“What?” Shōyō blinked at the two, “You don’t want her to join?”

“I definitely want her to join,” his twin scoffed, “that team needs more intelligent people around.” Not to say that most of the team was dumb or anything… Sakura just thought that most of them shared one brain cell most days.

Kageyama just blandly said, “That’s totally up to her.” A statement that Sakura surprisingly agreed with. If Yachi didn’t want to join the team, then she wasn’t going to be forced to. Sakura would be a bit disheartened about not having another friend she would talk to while at the practices, but she wouldn’t resent Yachi’s decision. The last thing she would want is to guilt or force Yachi into a situation she didn’t like or feel comfortable with.

“You never agree with anything.” Shōyō muttered, “You’re not very popular, are you?”

That caused the King to glower at Shōyō, “Mind your own business!”

Though Shōyō didn’t notice as he rummaged through his bag and noticed something missing. “Oh, crap! I forgot my textbook at Yachi-san’s house! I’m gonna go back and get it. See ya, Kageyama! Just wait for me Sakura.” With that, he took off running back to Yachi’s house to go get his abandoned book.

Sakura shook her head at his forgetfulness, “I told him to make sure he had everything.” Looks like she would just have to wait there for him to come sprinting back with his missing book. How troublesome. Though she blinked at the fact that Kageyama wasn’t just leaving, “Shouldn’t you be going home?”

He stood there, not even looking at her as he said, “If I leave you alone, your brother wouldn’t exactly be happy with me.”

With furrowed eyebrows, Sakura tilted her head, “Didn’t realize that you actually listened to him at all.”

“I don’t.” Kageyama glared, “I just don’t want to hear him complain about it later.”

Sakura eyed him closely, trying to gage him in the moment. The two hadn’t been left alone to talk with each other in quite some time. She honestly didn’t remember the last time that she actually had a conversation with the King. There never really was a reason nor opportunity for her to speak with him. They weren’t exactly friends, and Sakura does not like his attitude most days, but the least they could be is civil. Doesn’t mean she won’t make a comment every once in a while to disparage him. 

She gave him a condescending smile, “I suppose I should be happy, thanks.”

Kageyama eyed her as well, his own thoughts trying to gauge what to think about her at this moment. He thought she was annoying, difficult and infuriating. She reminded him of Tsukishima just a little bit less… cold. He has been on the receiving end of her cold demeanor before, and she can be condescending most of the time. Recently, he has been comparing the two from time to time. Sakura is the same as Tsukishima when it comes to some of the things she said to him, but she also was still a bit more humane. She wasn’t cruel for the sake of being cruel and never went out of her way to say something. He might be the exception as well as Tsukishima in her eyes, but it was still different from the blond middle blocker. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sakura asked, a bit put off at the fact that Kageyama was staring at her. She shifted while leaning against the stone wall, starting to become a bit uncomfortable. His piercing, gloomy eyes were making her skin crawl a bit.

Kageyama didn’t even notice that he had been staring at her for a while now. He had been too lost in his own thoughts to realize he had been doing it. He huffed lightly, a bit embarrassed about having been caught staring, “nothing.”

Sakura stared back at him until he looked away, his cheeks now slightly pink in embarrassment. She sighed, “Look, I don’t want this to be awkward, you and my brother are… friends.” She wasn’t exactly sure if they were good friends or not. They were enemies for quite some time and she feels like they’ve overcome that, but to her it was still unknown if they were close friends. “We might as well as not be at each other’s throat, you know.”

This was an attempt at peacemaking between them. It was a half-assed attempt, but it was one nonetheless. Sakura didn’t like being in uncomfortable situations, that is clear. So to help alleviate the potential of any conflict between her and Kageyama. Not to say that she could be friends with him, she still doesn’t like his attitude most days, so there wasn’t much going to happen. Not to say that she wouldn’t tease him or make fun of him from time to time, or when he needs to be knocked off his high horse, but they could be a bit more, dare she say, friendly. 

Kageyama took that in for a moment, contemplating what she was saying. She wasn’t saying that they had to be friends, but it would benefit everyone if they were at least nicer with each other. They had their issues with each other, perhaps they could even get over them in time, but for now, they could at least be civil. 

They both seemed to realize that it would be better without the discourse between them. Sakura’s gripe with him was due to his rivalry with her brother and the way he could put Shōyō down at times. He has an issue with her just because she could be mean to him for no reason when he says something about her brother. They could work past that, at least a little.

He huffed after a while of contemplating, “I guess you’re right.”

So the two were left in silence. It was comfortable, surprisingly. They didn’t say anything, whether that was due to not having anything to say or not wanting to talk, there was still a feeling of contentment around them. An agreement was made between them, in so little words. 

After waiting quite some time, the pair were becoming a bit restless. It took about twenty minutes before Shōyō came skipping back towards them. “What took you so long?” Sakura asked her brother, a little peeved that it took him this long to get his dang book. He could have been home by now eating dinner and talking with her sister about their days.

Shōyō gave the pair a wide smile, not noticing the peeved off expression, “Townsperson B is a fighter!”

Kageyama and Sakura blinked at him in confusion, “Eh?”

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“I think that this works.”

Yachi’s hopeful expression blossomed on her face, “You do?”

The pair were sitting in their class at break, Yachi had shown Sakura the poster that she had put together over the weekend. The photo that Sakura had sent her was perfect for the vision that Yachi originally had. Shōyō jumped to his impossible heights, appearing to fly like a crow, as he went for a set. It embodied her brother’s power and talent, which is all she ever goes for with photos of him like this. This moment, staring at the photo made her so glad that she was into photography. The mention of the Little Giant was a perfect touch, one she knew her brother would fawn over when he saw this. She really couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

“Yeah,” Sakura said, admiring the poster, “you did a great job, Yachi.”

Yachi gushed, “I think your picture is amazing though Sakura, without it, it wouldn’t be as good.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Sakura shook her head, “You should bring this to Takeda-sensei today. I’m sure he’ll be happy with it.” She knew that Yachi was pretty talented, but this was so beyond what Sakura was imagining that it was so amazing. Sakura honestly loved it. Though no one would have noticed that she was extremely excited from the fact that there was only a little smile on her lips. 

Staring at the poster, Sakura’s heart swelled. Her admiration for her brother was through the roof, and she was more than glad to help him. This would hopefully gain some interest in donations to the club, which could only help her brother in the long run. Though she was nervous and excited to see just when he saw what they had done.

That moment came that afternoon after class. Sakura and Shōyō were riding their bikes home, starving ever since their mother told them she was making tamago kake gohan for dinner. 

Shōyō stared at the photo, the memory of seeing that first Karasuno game all those years ago. It almost gave him the same feeling. That wonder, the amazement of witnessing something amazing filled his chest. However, this time it was him. 

“Wow…” he breathed out, having no other words for what he was seeing.

Silently, Sakura watched him see it. More than overwhelmed with how starstruck Shōyō was just by seeing the poster. She knows that going forward, he was going to get far. There were going to be so many challenges, but she knew he wasn’t going to just give up. And neither should she. There was only one last obstacle that they needed to overcome before going to Tokyo; the dreaded exams. The only thing that some of them could do was pray that their scores were good enough. After all the work that they put in all this time, there was no doubt that they would all make it!

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So we're getting closer to the camp, literally next chapter, thank god! I have a few scenes coming up that will be... interesting to happen. We'll get to see old faces and new faces that'll be great! Not only that but the next art gallery for Sakura is coming up soon~ I definitely am not going to make it a filler chapter like I feel like the last chapter about the art gallery was. There were revelations made and relationships affected a bit in that chapter, but I didn't feel like it was too hard hitting or anything like the Endo centric chapters are. This one I feel like it'll be a bit more... something lmao

An update on Sealed Lips: I had hit a brick wall while writing my newest Stranger Things fic. I had most of season one basically completely written out and season two planned out. Though as I was writing the last chapter for season one I realized that most if not all of it, didn't make sense. It just really didn't sit right with me. So I deleted just about everything and started rewriting it :) I don't think I'm a perfectionist... buuuuut this story just wasn't right, you know what I mean.

Anyway, let me know what you thought! Until the next on, my friends!

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ni !! omg i'm so so happy for you, congrats on crushing your exams !! i'm so glad it's finally over, but omg why is christmas like a blink away, istg yesterday it was like november 😃❓

also i'm so sorry abt some of the weird and horrid asks you've been getting, oml that sounds annoying ash ?? and it's so unwarranted too?

i hope people lay off soon, eitherway it's completely undeserved, you need a break

here's me checking in once again, and i hope none of this is getting to you, lrl one of the best writers should not be dealing with alla this🙏 , and that you have a wonderful day 💕😌

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thank youuuuu I have a couple weeks off from work I’m literally resting up soooo good and omg ik Christmas is 3 days away that’s mad

Omg honestly like I’m fine it’s just weird there are a few that are definitely sent by different people just festering in my inbox I’m not touching them like why are people so odd 😭😭

thank u again for checking in!! I hope you’re having an amazing December thus far even though it’s almost over omg <3

(Also omg one of the best writers stop I’ll cry)

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I did sleep well enough..i am glad we both got the sleep we could get ^.^

That's an interesting dream..it reminded me of Pocahontas. The tree..I hope you have a good dream tonight Absy..! I love dreaming. To escape for a few moments before waking up to relive another day..I just need to get better at lucid dreaming. I would love to be good at that...

Ah, its not that i thought he was too normal. I knew he wasn't..I knew he was freaky in secret. It was just. His..hair. It bothered me. A lot. So I just..hated him?..I don't think past me ever tried to give him a chance. Honestly..a certian Trey fic you are familiar with had suddenly made it click for me. It was..awfully fantastic. Then, i reread the manga and was like..yeah. i love this weird guy.

Oh Malleus. Malleus the man you are..(annoying) he isn't very 'up to date' is he. Loser much? No?

A creep oml. You notice none of your friends had really approached you much in the halls. Just a wave or nod. Little do you know Malleus is scaring people off while he lurks behind you like an unwanted guard dog.

I want to angrily drag him to a corner in the library and give him what he wants,,roughly. And rudely. I like this idea of Malleus pft. Of course there are other scenarios,,but this one is entertaining. Stubborn Malleus that will take anything from you and stop at nothing for it. It reminds me of Kalim who can't accept a no. Ahhhh notes app here I come "twt,, - 🐍

Dreaming… Is amazing Viper. Today I had a dream that didn’t last long. But I had fallen asleep writing something down. I was cleaning a hospital, and started to explore and I found myself entering a room with a courtroom. Ruggie Bucchi was on trial… It was… Exciting. I was told to leave by who I assume was the judge since I was not an authorized member of the jury. Leona was there too… I was so amazed… I wanted to see it… I hope I can finish my dream tonight. I have a feeling I know why Ruggie was on trial but I'll keep it a secret for now. Ah, lucid dreaming is… If you check the time and it doesn't make sense, you know you're dreaming.

His hair is what made you dislike him? Hm… The grass green color isn't enough to seduce you… A certain Trey fic… Maybe I know what one you're talking about. There aren't many, so I can always have a refresher if I go and scroll for it.

Malleus is a frustrating man all on his own. Following you around and scaring off your potential interests because he assumes he has claim over you. Ahem… (LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER) I need him to be serious. Oh my goodness the idea of him just being a dildo on legs is extremely entertaining. Malleus Draconia, future king of Briar Valley; a mere sex toy for a human. What a cutie. Oh my goodness, don't get me riled up on Kalim who can't take no.

I'll become insane.

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