#ririka x y/n

[hangesdarling]

punishment — y. jabami

REQUEST: Please make a oneshot of yumeko x fem reader of Yumeko calling y/n names while she's strip teasing 😭😭pLeease please PAIRING. Yumeko Jabami x fem!reader SYNOPSIS. You lost a gamble to Yumeko Jabami and your punishment is to attend her invitation to a slumber party. CONTENT. stripping, nudity, making out, suggestive content, hastily proofread WORD COUNT. 2.2k A/N. this took so long 😭 thanks for your patience @farlynz 💕💕

Entering Hyakkaou Academy, you expected the riskiest gambles including real weapons and actual threats, even the most feared life plan distributed by the student council to housepets.

Your knuckles knocked and dragged around the poker table as you think of your possible negotiation tactic. Yumeko Jabami stared from across the table, waiting for what you had to say which she already predicted even before you opened your mouth.

"I'll pay twice the amount," you offered, wincing internally at the financial loss after this one crazy poker game. Yumeko was insane to begin with, it was a thrill gambling with her but now you're starting to regret such an impulsive decision.

Yumeko smiled politely and answered, "That's not what I want, Y/N. Don't you want something more fun?"

When she mentioned something fun, you half expected being her housepet for a day, public humiliation, or perhaps some form of physical torture. However, later that night, you were dragged into a slumber party, equipped with card games, bottles of nail polish, beverages (supposedly alcoholic), and snacks. Yumeko called it a customary punishment when she pulled you on the couch to sit with her. Across from you, Mary Saotome sat, calling someone on the phone which you later found to be the Vice President herself.

When you addressed Ririka's appearance a few minutes later, she only smiled shyly.

"She's quite shy so don't expect her to speak," Mary remarked, petting her head a little.

For the most part, it was just casual slumber party games, the usual ones you were accustomed to. You were beginning to enjoy yourself as you saw Yumeko in a better light, not your usual perception of her when she was in the game room. As the games went on, a different shade of thrill brewed between the both of you. A viscous and honeyed tension, the air thickening with a sensual tension as Yumeko kept her body close to you. This tension prompted you to delve into deeper trouble, why not enjoy your punishment while you're at it, right?

Another opportunity presented itself when Mary and Ririka stood to leave, with Mary waving over to the both of you saying she'll take Ririka back to their dorm which Yumeko translated as a romantic date.

"Oh, let them be, those two," Yumeko giggled, waving a hand. "They won't like the game we're about to play anyway."

Yumeko's gaze lingered a little too long, enough to communicate a suggestive insinuation. Her slender fingers slid playfully on your tie, hovering with a lilt over your skirt, reaching an anticlimactic end when her finger rested on the deck of cards between you.

"How about a card game, Y/N?" she offered, tilting her head and flicking at the edge of the playing cards.

"Anything you want sure," you said, crossing your legs and leaning more on the couch to show how relaxed and confident you were getting. "I'm in your mercy after all."

"Good for you, Y/N," Yumeko's eyes glimmered, her hands gracefully shuffling the cards. "I want to play something similar to strip poker but… let's make it easier, shall we?"

"I'm listening."

"Alright, how about this: The player will pick a card and guess if the value is odd or even. In poker rules, K is 13, Q is 12, and J is 11. The player will assign an article of clothing to be removed in each pick. If your guess is incorrect, you will remove that clothing. Sounds good?"

"Yes," you answered. "Abiding by the rules of strip poker, the loser sits on the table."

"Fair enough," Yumeko smiled, pulling a face-down card. "I'll go first: I'll remove my tie if this card is odd."

Nine of hearts. No clothes are to be removed.

The thought made you smile, Yumeko has a certain inexplicable luck that astounds you. But you can pull something else that would fascinate her back, you're just waiting for the right time to reinforce this plan. You drew a card from the pile.

Your turn. "I'll remove my tie if this card is even."

Ten of spades. Yumeko caught your smiling face as you began slowly removing your tie.

"I bet this is getting exciting for you, huh?" you chided, nudging her.

"Certainly, Y/N," she said, retaining that innocent giggle despite her suggestive gaze.

"You know, Yumeko…" you began. "I love this game as well but I'd like to challenge you with something else."

"Draw out five cards and assign an article of clothing to be removed in each one before rapidly guessing if they're odd or even. Only I can see the value of your cards and verify if you're right or wrong. I'll tell you what to remove after you've made your guess."

Yumeko laughed softly, "I see you're getting a little impatient, huh? A rapid strip game sounds fun, anyway. So my turn, alright?"

Yumeko began drawing five cards from the deck, showing each to you while making a guess. She wagered to remove her silver ring, her blazer, stockings, shoes, and her white sleeve shirt.

Three odds, two evens. Only the fourth was incorrect.

"We don't have the same amount of clothing, Y/N," Yumeko observed as she took off her shoes.

"Well, wasn't that a huge thing you considered before we played this game?" you teased, your sides brushing as the proximity between your bodies became smaller.

"You can never be sure of that, you sweet thing," she put her shoes aside and poured herself a drink from the center table. You watched the wine slide down her lips as she cast a furtive glance on your observant face. "Would you like some?"

"Well, why not?" you smiled and took her lipstick-stained cup before placing it on your lips, eyes not leaving hers. "My turn then."

You placed the glass back on the table and drew five cards from the deck. You skipped over trying to evaluate what you had to remove and said, "If luck wasn't in my favor, I'd lose this game completely."

"Let's see how this would play out." Yumeko was getting interested.

You drew each card, handing each to her face up. Yumeko's finger traced the edge of the cards, her lips lifting as if she wanted to laugh.

"Well, how terrible did I do?" you joked.

Yumeko lifted your cards to face you, her voice stepping into a humorous tone.

"You got it all wrong," she said.

The smile curling at your lips was easily interrupted by your immediate laugh.

"How awful. That's all of my clothes gone, isn't it?"

"Indeed," Yumeko chuckled, sitting back on the couch in a more relaxed once more.

You cast a flirtatious glance and sat on the center table facing her. "Obeying the rules, the loser gets to sit on the table. This is my humiliation, I suppose."

"Now, you're understanding your punishment, Y/N," Yumeko's face was centimeters away from yours.

"Very well, yes. I understand," you smirked, beginning to toy with the buttons of your uniform. "But, since you won this game, I'm allowing you to give me extra rules while I strip. Any rules."

"Any, huh?" Yumeko mused over the idea, her sharp gaze reminding you of all the times you observed her during games. Calculating, under a veil of innocence, perhaps even flirtatious. It makes you think she's more enticed by the risk and thrill than she is to you.

"Anything. Promise. Hope it's not something too humiliating, though."

"Oh sure, of course. I won't do anything too humiliating to you, you sweet thing," her fingers trailed over your remaining buttons, hovering playfully. "I only have one request. And that's for you to strip slowly."

A finger traced over your jaw and to your chin so you would meet her lovely brown eyes, slowly getting tinged with red. "Could you do that for me?"

"Sure, lovely," Yumeko observed the way your bright lips curled into a smile, tempted to kiss away the lipstick she tried on you earlier. You slid the sleeves from your arms, giving them a slow and sensual show as you let the fabric slide down your shoulders. Your knees brushed against hers as you pulled the zipper of your skirt down, slowly peeling it off your legs until it became a puddle of fabric on the floor.

Yumeko watched closely as you began to pull the center table until you caged her vision with your half-naked body. You're down to your underwear, and even Yumeko's usual composed nature began wearing away at such a teasing sight. Her demeanor broke even further as you stood up to reposition yourself in their lap, knees on either side of her thighs.

Your lips hovered above hers, their composure sliding off their face as their lustful expression thickened even further. Her hands rested on your hips and pulled you close.

"Listen, Yumeko," you whispered. "I always see you. I observe you well. You have such a strangely intimidating aura but you're kind of a pervert, aren't you?"

Before she could say a thing, your hand slid to your back to undo your bra, letting the strap fall over your shoulder.

"Seeing me strip like this in front of you must be doing things in your head, huh?" The way your hand glided over her shoulders, ever so teasingly brushing your bosom to her chest— you felt so sure you were messing with her insides. However, Yumeko wanted to remind you of your place.

She lightly tugged on your hair, flipping you onto your back until your head cushioned on the couch. Your small yelp only earned a sweet, teasing smile from her as she brushed a strand of hair from your face.

"Darling Y/N, you seem to be forgetting that this is your punishment," she remarked. "Just obey me and strip, sweetheart."

You were beginning to love the position you were in as her plush thighs pressed against your bare legs. The softness of her clothed breasts brushing on your barely clothed chest.

Slowly, you slid off your bra, letting your breasts spill out of the fabric. Seeing Yumeko's eyes enraptured by the sight of you only inches your situation closer to intimacy rather than punishment. She stroked your hair and whispered, "That's my good girl. So obedient."

The moment your bra slid off your chest, Yumeko uttered praise once more, "That's it, sweetheart. Keep that good attitude. Who knows what I can reward you with, right?"

And as if in command, your body moved in a way that would please Yumeko, whether it be scooting closer or your legs encasing the sides of her hips. All of it, just to hear another praise of how a good girl you have been for her. Yumeko's adoration was similar to the way a doting owner would cherish her pet, or how a king price a jester. Her entertainment, her precious plaything.

You hooked a finger on the waistband of your underwear and gently slid them off your legs, letting the tips of your fingers make a soft trail on your skin. Yumeko watched patiently, one hand resting on your bare waist.

"You're really a wonderful thing aren't you?" Yumeko giggled softly "My sweet flower, my dear girl. Maybe I should punish you more often, huh?"

"If every punishment is like this, I'd rather lose our every gamble," you joked.

Yumeko only chuckled and wiped a thumb over your lips, her thumb getting stained with the lipstick you put on. "We have a lot of opportunities for that, my dear. Let me reward your obedience first."

With that, Yumeko's lips hovered over yours, slowly sinking her lips to your parted ones. Her lips reminded you of the wine you both drank, the sweet tangy taste of cherry lingered as she swiped a tongue inside your mouth. Her body only pushed closer, angling her head on where she could kiss you better. The space between you closed, your entire bareness rubbing on her clothed body. It made your legs shake, and your breasts more sensitive to the friction building up within your bodies. It wasn't long before Yumeko's hands trailer past your hips, then to your chest, and lowered to your inner thighs.

Your sensitivity heightened with the way your bare body rubbed against the couch, or Yumeko's playful hands edging you towards a point of no return.

Too much for a strip card game.

Later when the clock ticked midnight, you hurriedly left her room, muttering a quick goodbye as you tried to put on the clothes you could get your hands on. Class would begin early, and staying over at such late hours is prohibited. You hurried back to your place, a smile creeping on your face without permission. You remembered her soft touch, the sweet smell of vanilla and flowers in her clothes. Yumeko Jabami would be the death of you. Developing such sensual feelings for a girl with a mysterious and obscure background was a dangerous path for someone at Hyakkaou Academy. That school was full of filthy operations and trickery, all centered around money and gambling even with such a sophisticated facade.

These thoughts ran in your head, food for your contemplation as you scanned the pile of your clothes for your underwear. And yet, your mind refused to act against such a proposition, wishing you'd see Yumeko once again tomorrow and perhaps retrieve the underwear that you must have left in her place.

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Can i request something where Kirari momobami decides to gamble with her s/o the gamble being by the end of the day she has to make her s/o squeal but all attempts fail that is until she stumbles upon her gfs ticklish ribs.

Tickled

Kirari Momobami x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t really have anything of note to say so here you go, hope you like it : ) Word Count: 1,327

Kirari was bored. This was not an unusual occurrence for her, but something new about dealing with her boredom on this particular occasion was that she now had a girlfriend. Her boredom was now (Y/n)’s problem.

Previously it would have been Sayaka or Ririka’s burden, but after they had been informed of the newest development in the girls’ relationship they packed themselves a couple of suitcases, shook (Y/n)’s hand and then took the Momobami’s private helicopter to take a vacation somewhere tropical. If anyone deserved to fall off the radar for a spell, it was the Secretary and Vice President, for no one had to deal with Kirari’s whims more than they did. But now (Y/n) understood what Sayaka had met when she wished her good luck. Kirari was insufferable when bored.

“(Y/n), I’m bored.” Kirari told her for the third time in fifteen minutes, sighing into her cup of tea.

“And? What would you like to do about that?” (Y/n) asked, also for the third time. “If you’re so bored, surely you must have some idea of what you would rather be doing right now.”

Kirari pouted it wasn’t her job to come up with an activity, it was her job to be available for whatever activity was presented to her. She leaned back in her chair, fingers steepled before her. She regarded (Y/n) with a thoughtful expression, smiling at the expectant look her girlfriend gave her in return.

“I think I would like to gamble with you.”

An inside the box idea as far as Kirari was concerned, but (Y/n) didn’t mind.

“Okay, what game?”

Kirari hummed. (Y/n) was a dignified individual. She would like to see (Y/n) do something unusual, to see her in a different light. That might appease her boredom.

“I want to make you squeal.” She decided.

“Come again?” (Y/n) asked. Surely she had misheard.

“I want to make you squeal. “ Kirari repeated. “I will do everything in my power today to make that happen.”

“But why? What do you get if you succeed? What would I get if I don’t give you the satisfaction?”

“It is a simple wager. What I want is to see you act in a way I have not previously witnessed, that is what I will win. What would you like if I cannot achieve my goal by the end of the day?”

(Y/n) took a moment to think about it, then decided,

“If I win, I want to have a date night that doesn’t involve anything more extravagant than take-out and a movie or a couple episodes of whatever tv series catches our eye.”

Kirari was infamous for the eccentric dates she planned. Each one always had to be some grand gesture. Kirari and simple, everyday dates went together like water and oil, but (Y/n) thought it would be nice to just relax and hang out from time to time. It wouldn’t kill the girl. Though judging by the small pout and the way Kirari’s normally perfect posture slumped, Kirari thought such an activity just might kill her.

“Very well, if that is what you desire.” Then she got up from her chair and began walking out out the room, leaving a confused (Y/n) behind.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I need to prepare. I’ll come for you when I’m ready.”

“Alright then. See you soon.”

“See you soon, my dear. Prepare to squeal for mercy.” Kirari blew her a kiss before leaving (Y/n) alone in the student council room.

“Should I be concerned?” She murmured to herself.

Hours later, Kirari took (Y/n) out of class with a curl of her finger and a cloying look. To say (Y/n) was nervous would be an understatement. Her girlfriend could be entirely unpredictable and the fact that the task she had given herself was to make (Y/n) squeal made it feel more terrifying for some reason. There were a lot of ways to make a person squeal and (Y/n) was having a hard time thinking of any pleasant ways to make someone do that.

It was already taking a bad turn when Kirari lead her into the basement level of the school where Midari and her cronies hung out. It seemed darker than usual, more frightening, like it had been decked out for a Halloween haunted house. (Y/n) kept Kirari’s hand in a death grip the whole time they walked through the hallway. There were some scares, but nothing that came out of (Y/n)’s mouth would have been considered a squeal by any means. A scream or a shout maybe, but not a squeal.

(Y/n) gave a relieved sigh when they finally exited the basement and found sunlight once more. Kirari led her to the courtyard where a carnival had seemed to have manifested from thin air. Among the attractions, a rickety rollercoaster manned by a miserable looking house pet. Of course Kirari marched her right up to him with the appropriate amount of tickets for the both of them.

(Y/n) watched the current group scream as they zoomed down the track and swallowed uncomfortably when she noticed how the rail wiggled once the coaster had passed by. Safe to say she didn’t squeal then either, too busy holding onto Kirari for dear life as they crested the highest point and then plummeted what felt like a hundred meters to their doom. She still wasn’t sure how they had managed to survive that.

Kirari’s next attempt was actually a completely different and welcomed approach. She took (Y/n) to the petting zoo portion of the pop-up carnival to see all the cute little animals. Sheep, goats, bunnies, alpaca, and sweet little ducklings. They were unbelievably cute, but again, no squeal left (Y/n)’s lips. There was a fair share of baby talk towards the animals though, if that counted for anything.

Kirari took (Y/n) to a bench next, pondering her next move as they rested.

“Giving up?” (Y/n) asked, popping a bit of cotton candy into her mouth.

“Not at all.” Kirari smiled, “the sun is still out. I have a sizable chunk of time left to achieve my goal. Though I must say you’ve been a tougher egg to crack than I would have thought.”

“Thank you.” (Y/n) puffed her chest, oddly proud of what she had accomplished thus far.

It was then that Kirari noticed the little clumps of hay and straw that clung to (Y/n)’s uniform. Not expecting much fuss, she reached out to brush her girlfriend’s jacket off, pausing when she heard her squeak.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked, scooting a bit further down the bench.

“You have hay all over your uniform. I was just trying to help you brush it off.”

“Oh, I’ve got it. Thanks.” (Y/n) brushed herself off with her free hand and missed the glint of danger in Kirari’s eyes.

“A bit ticklish, are we?” She drawled, relishing in the way her girlfriend wiggled uncomfortably in her seat.

“I mean, a little I guess. Nothing special.” She tried to play it off but she knew she was already had. Before she could attempt to escape, Kirari’s hands slipped around her sides and tickled her more purposefully, making (Y/n) squawk and curl up on herself in an attempt to protect herself from Kirari’s fingers.

“Uh oh, (Y/n). I do believe I have found your weakness.” Kirari taunted, doubling down on her ministrations.

“Kirari, no,” (Y/n) giggled, moving erratically, “please have mercy!”

But Kirari was ruthless and kept tickling her until she received the sound she had been searching for all day. She finally relented, smirking down at (Y/n) as she tried to catch her breath.

“I win.”

“Congratulations.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

Though Kirari began to gloat about what extravagant date she would plan next, (Y/n) still felt that she herself had won in a way. A carnival date was by far the closest to a normal date they had ever been. Even if that hadn’t really been Kirari’s intention.

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April Story ❣ Zhang Hao

❥𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bsf!Zhang Hao x fem!reader

❥𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.0k

❥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: I Want My Beloved To Be Happy, Fluff, Angst

❥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Prepare some tissues <3

❥𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: April Story by APRIL

❥𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ZB1's Hanbin & Ricky, Kep1er's Xiaoting and ILY:1's Ririka

❥𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: While at her best friend's wedding, Reader tells her story to a handsome stranger about the time she fell in love with her best friend. But ultimately chose to let him go, because his heart never belonged to her.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬! <𝟑

"𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙"

You stood there with a smile on your face as you watched your best friend, Zhang Hao, marry the love of his life. Although the smile on your face was one of happiness, there was a tiny hint of longing and sadness in your gaze.

Once the vows had been exchanged and the two were official wedded, the guests all congratulated the two on their marriage. You walked up to Zhang Hao and greeted him with a hug, inhaling his cologne as you two embraced each other. Smiling up at him as you moved away, you looked over to his wife, Xiaoting, and smiled at her.

"Congratulations you two, i'm kinda jealous, i hope i'm next to get married" You joked light heartedly with the newlyweds, earning soft laughter from the two. Xiaoting intertwined her arm with Hao's and you couldn't lie and say it didn't hurt just a tiny bit. She smiled at you, nodding her head. 'I'm sure the right one will come by soon Y/N, and when you do get married, can i be a bridesmaid?" Xiaoting giggled, invoking a chuckle from you too.

You put a finger to your lips with a smile gracing your features as you looked at the girl. "I'll think about it" You looked over at Hao, who smiled at you fondly, a smile you loved and knew you could never grow tired of. "Thank you for coming Y/N, it means a lot" He thanked you, you shrugged, slightly pushing his shoulder jokingly. "What kind of best friend would i be if i didn't?" Another round of laughter escaped the three of you before you excused yourself from the couple to get a drink.

Standing by the table with a glass in your hand, your eyes scanned the venue. You looked between each of the guests with a small smile on your lips. Some of the guests you knew, as they were also friends with you. There was Ricky, he was friends with Hao before you even came into the picture and it became an inside joke between you two about how you stole his best friend away from him.

Then there was your friend, Ririka, you became friends with her when you bumped into her on her first day at your school after she had just moved. She was a foreigner and had completely no sense of direction, you bumped into her when she was wandering the school in a panic trying not to be late for her first class. Deciding to help her out, you found out she was in all of your classes and so you decided to stick with her, and that's how your friendship with her bloomed.

You and Ririka always called yourselves "for lifers", cause wherever you were, she was there and wherever she was, you were there. You were stuck to each other like glue and shared the same circle of friends. She was also the only one to ever know about your crush in Zhang Hao and was there to help you through it, you could never truly pay her back for how supportive and helpful she was through it all, you truly appreciated her and were grateful she was your friend.

However, while you knew some of the guests, you also didn't recognize others and you pieced together quickly that these must of been the guests that Xiaoting invited. As you admired how pretty the venue was and let yourself drown into the loud chatter of conversation amongst other guests, a figure would come to stand beside you, a glass delicately placed in his hands too.

Looking over at him, you couldn't help but do a double take, you didn't know the man but to you he looked ethereal, he was handsome and wore a kind smile on his face. He looked at you, lightly chuckling at how you seemed dazed by him. "If you keep staring, people might get the wrong idea" He whispered to you causing you to snap out of your dazed state and laugh slightly, embarrassed at how you let yourself daydream like that.

"Sorry, i didn't mean to stare. I'm Y/N by the way, L/N Y/N." You reached your hand out to him, offering a handshake, which the man gladly took. His hand wrapping with yours as you shook hands, that same smile on his face. "I'm Hanbin. Sung Hanbin." He introduced himself, and you made sure to make a mental note that you'd remember his name. "Are you one of Xiaoting's guests?" You asked him, as you two turned to watch over the venue again.

Hanbin nodded at your words, raising the glass in his hands to take a sip of the liquid inside. "Yeah, i'm guessing you're one of Zhang Hao's guests?" He asked and you nodded with a smile on your face. "Mhm, i'm his best friend and i wouldn't miss his wedding for anything." With a smile on your face, you followed Hanbin's previous actions and raised your glass to your lips, taking a sip of your drink.

Hanbin watched you with curious eyes, wondering if he should ask what he was thinking. He followed your gaze and realized you were looking in Zhang Hao's direction and that was enough for him to ask. "What's your story?" He asked, causing you to look at him with a confused look on your face. "What do you mean?" Hanbin chuckled before smiling down at you. "Everyone has a story, what's yours?" He asked again, this time gesturing towards Zhang Hao with the glass in his hand, you looked in the direction he gestured towards and realized he was gesturing to Zhang Hao.

You cleared your throat, breathing in a little deeper. "If i tell you my story, will you tell me yours?" The question seemed to make Hanbin's smile brighter and he nodded his head again. "Deal." After the word had left his mouth, you took a deep breathe as your eyes trailed back to Zhang Hao. "Where do i even start."

"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜"

Your story first started at BASEONE High, you were new to the school at the time, and you had no idea where you were going. Each turn you took in the hallways only led you further and further from your destination, it was like a maze and you had no clue how the students could even navigate this place.

Eventually, you decided to give up and lean against one of the windows, from there you looked at everything one of the teacher's had given you. Your class schedule and a very badly printed copy of the school's layout, sighing to yourself and scratching the top of your head in frustration, you stuffed both back into your bag and began walking in a random direction.

It wasn't long until you bumped into someone, causing you to stumble back and fall flat on your ass. "Ow" You muttered, looking up to come face to face with two very attractive boys. One of them tried to hold in their laughter, while the other looked almost offended. "Watch where you're going next time" One of the two boys said, despite having a pretty face, he had a horrid personality. Well, that's what your first thought was of him.

Standing up, you fixed your skirt and glared up at him. "Sorry, i'm new to the school and i don't exactly know where i'm going" You didn't want to admit that, considering the fact you didn't like this guy at first, but maybe he would be willing to help you. "And that's my problem, how?" He tilted his head mockingly, and this caused anger to bubble up in your chest, just as you were about to blow up at him the other boy stopped you. "Zhang Hao, be nicer. She's new" The second guy stated, and you looked at him for a split second before looking back at the first, whose name you now discovered was "Zhang Hao".

Zhang Hao sighed, before looking at you. "Show me your schedule" He asked, you looked at him before rolling your eyes and reaching back into your bag to once again pull out your schedule and hand it to him. Looking at it, Zhang Hao would hand it back after a couple minutes before walking past you with the other boy in toe, you looked at him in disbelief until he turned and looked you up and down. "You coming? We have the same classes, hurry" He turned around and continued walking, despite your growing hatred for the guy, right now he was your only guide around the school and so you followed him and his friend.

"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩"

Time passed by quicker than you thought it would, and a year had passed by already. You had become accustomed to the school and no longer needed Zhang Hao to guide you around the school while you followed him like a lost puppy. Although you swore to yourself you would find your own group of friends eventually and would no longer need to see him anymore, that couldn't have been more untrue.

You ended up growing to like Zhang Hao and to your surprise, he grew to like you too and that's how your friendship started. You were invited to be apart of his friend group and now you weren't so lonely at the school anymore. While your first meeting with Zhang Hao wasn't the greatest, you eventually grew to like his personality and found him great to be around. A day never passed where you weren't laughing and having fun with him and you two had become super close in such a short time.

Shortly after a year had passed that you had joined the school, that was when you met Ririka. She had bumped into you when she was rushing down the school hallway in a panic and fell on the floor in a similar fashion you did a year ago when you bumped into Zhang Hao, it was like history was repeating itself. But unlike Zhang Hao, you weren't an asshole to Ririka on your first meeting, instead helping the girl up.

Ririka apologized profusely, tears threatening to spill from her eyes at any minute. It took you 10 minutes just to calm the girl down and get her to speak to you clearly. That was when you learned she was new to the school, and just like you, she found the school to be a maze. Checking her schedule, you realized she was in all your classes and so you decided to befriend the girl so that she wasn't alone in this school.

This was when you learned of Hao's jealousy regarding your friendship with others. You introduced Ririka to your circle of friends and everyone welcomed her warmly, all except Hao. He treated her coldly, sulking and trying to limit interactions with the girl.

You pulled Hao to the side in order to give him a much needed talk about how he should be nicer to Ririka. "Why are you being so rude to Ririka? She's nice" You crossed your arms in front of you and looked up at Hao with slight anger on your eyes, but mainly curiosity. Hao crossed his own arms, looking down at you. "Why are you trying to replace me?" He stated, and that caused you to take a step back in confusion. "What? What do you mean replace you?" Hao sighs, looking over at the table your group of friends and staring at Ririka.

You shake your head, rolling your eyes at the boy next to you. "No one is replacing you Hao, you're one of my closest friends." Although you didn't quite understand his jealousy over Ririka, you reassured him either way just to avoid any tension that could arise from it. "Good" He nodded his head, looking at you with a small and you looked up at him. "You're weird" this earned a chuckle from Hao, who simply pushed you lightly. "But you love me" he replied, walking back towards your group friends, you turned back towards Hao and stuck your tongue out at him. "You wish!"

"𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮, 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡"

It was only shortly after Ririka's introduction into the group that another new face joined the group, her name was Shen Xiaoting. She became a hit fast within your friend group and everyone adored her. She was kind, she was pretty, she was talented. Who couldn't like her?

But this was also where your story began to become more melancholic. The joke of Hao being jealous of your friendship with Ririka popped up once again when you began to get jealous of Hao's increasing closeness to Xiaoting. You didn't understand why, it wasn't like Hao couldn't be friends with anyone else, he was friends with multiple girls within your group and never once had you felt this way about it.

You just couldn't help it, and you couldn't figure out exactly why you were beginning to get more jealous of their growing friendship each day. Every time you saw them together, laughing with each other and whispering little secrets to each other, it would cause a rising anger in your chest and all you wanted to do was pull Hao away from her.

It wasn't until you eventually told Ririka about how you were feeling, was when you figured it all out. "Riri, i don't understand" You started the conversation, your back laid flat against her bed, Ririka seated on the floor painting her nails. The girl looked up at you from her seat on the floor, a smile on her face. "What don't you get, Y/N?"

You sat up, looking down at your friend. "I don't understand this feeling i get whenever i see Hao and Xiaoting together. Whenever i see them talking and laughing together, whispering secrets to each other or when they post on their social media about hanging out together. It just.....i don't know, i get this weird tightness in my chest."

That was when Ririka froze, she had processed your words and it clicked immediately for the girl, but she realized that it hadn't clicked for you yet. Putting her nail polish away for a moment, she moved to join you on her bed, sitting beside you. She got you to look at her, making sure to not get pink and purple nail polish over your uniform cause it still had her to dry. "Y/N, i don't know any easy way to tell you this, so i'm just gonna be straightforward." She sounded serious and you had rarely ever seen Ririka like this, she was usually sweet, upbeat and cheery. So seeing her serious got you feeling anxious.

Looking at her, you nodded your head, waiting for her to continue. Ririka smiles a small smile, but it wasn't her usual cute and happy smile you were used too, you saw the sadness hidden within it. "I think....you have feelings for Zhang Hao" she said slowly, making sure to give you time to process her words. Once the words finished replaying several times in your head, you laughed, pushing the girl's shoulder lightly. "Funny joke Riri, seriously, come on. You can't be serious. Me? Like Hao?" You laughed awkwardly and in disbelief, although you felt like her words held some semblance of truth.

Ririka stared at you, not knowing what to say next. It was when you looked back in her eyes that was when you realized she was dead serious and you processed her words again, processed the events and your feelings towards Hao and Xiaoting's friendship. And it clicked, your chest tightened and you felt sick to your stomach. "Oh." Is the only word you could get to leave your mouth.

You realized now how every time Hao did something for you, your heart would flutter and you would get butterflies. Whenever he got you the things you liked, sometimes even buying you thinks you never even asked him for, when he would take you out on late midnight walks in the parks together to relax or the "friend dates" you two would go on without your other friends. You cherished every day and night with him and never wanted it to end, and now you were coming to the sad realization that......

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙘𝙚"

The next day after you figured out your feelings for Hao, you couldn't help but want to throw up every time he smiled in your direction. You couldn't tell him and you swore Ririka to secrecy, how could you ever tell him? You didn't want to ruin your friendship with him, but no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself and forget your feelings, praying they'd just go away. They only grew stronger instead.

But your story isn't a happy one, so there is no fairytale ending waiting for you at the end of this road. As if Cupid had played a sick prank on you, Hao would come to you with a secret, and how could you deny hearing it from him when he had that cute smile and expression on his face looking at you like an excited puppy.

So you let him lead you to a bench outside on the school's campus, situated just under a tree, creating the perfect shade and scenery for the two of you. You wouldn't lie, you enjoyed it, it felt like a romantic getaway for just the two of you and it felt like maybe, just maybe he might like you back too. Maybe he was going to spill all his feelings to you and you two would live happily ever after!.....Right?

But the next words that left his lips shattered any hope you had, and it made your heart stop for a few seconds. "I was thinking of confessing to Xiaoting, can you help me? You're the only one i trust and have told about this, so you better keep it between us two!" He smiled at you, a sense of desperation in his voice. You must have been staring at him for a short while because Hao waved his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your shocked state. "Y/N, you okay?" He asked, now concerned if you were doing well.

You cleared your throat, flashing a quick fake smile at him and nodding your head. "Sure! I'd love to help you....Hao" your voice trailed off near the end, but you quickly perked up to cover it up and thankfully Hao hadn't realized. His smile grew 10x brighter and it caused your stomach to churn in jealousy, he hugged you tightly, the scent of his familiar cologne invading your senses. You had to use all your strength to hold back your tears as you hugged him back, pulling away and standing up.

"I've gotta go Hao, i forgot that Ririka actually needed me for something!" You smiled, quickly waving at him before you rushed off, leaving Hao seated on the bench in confusion at your quick withdrawal.

Quickly moving to hide behind a corner of the school building just out of Hao's line of sight, you placed your hand to your chest, trying to calm the aching pain your heart was going through. You breathed in deeply, using your other hand to wipe at the few years that had fallen from your eyes. "It's okay Y/N, you're okay" You told yourself, but you knew that was a lie, a lie to find solace in the heartbreak you were feeling.

"𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧"

Although hesitant at first, you had made a plan with Hao. Even though a part of you didn't want too, you chose to do it anyway, cause Hao was your best friend and you didn't want to see him upset. The plan was to go like this, you would hang out with Xiaoting over the next few days, taking her to places; a café, the movies, inviting her to sleepovers with you and Ririka at your house and gifting her things to show how much you valued your friendship with her.

It was true you valued your friendship with her, she was your friend just as much as she was Hao's friend. But you couldn't help but feel jealous of her and envy her, you couldn't help but compare yourself to her.

She was pretty, she was popular, she was talented and she had the heart of the boy who had yours without even knowing it. You just couldn't stop yourself from envying her, feeling jealous of her and wanting to be her. But you would never let her know that, cause even though you had a growing dislike for her, she was still your friend and someone you cherished.

So you swallowed your feelings and continued to get closer to Xiaoting, to help out Hao. That's what you told yourself, this was all for Hao, this was all for his happiness.

"𝙎𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚"

The plan worked, a little too well for your liking. A part of you wanted the plan to work, after all you wanted to see Hao happy. But another part of you wanted the plan to fail, for Xiaoting to reject Hao, so that there was just a slight chance for you to hopefully hold his heart. But your story doesn't go like that.

After you had grown closer to Xiaoting, a few days after, she would pull you aside after class. "Y/N, i need your help. I want to confess to Zhang Hao, and you're his 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, it would be such a big advantage to have someone he's close with help me with this!" She smiled at you, a hopeful glint in her eyes. There it was again, a shot to your heart. Xiaoting reciprocated his feelings and now she was asking you for help.

Of course, why wouldn't she? You're Hao's best friend, you know everything about him, his likes, his dislikes, You knew him like the back of your hand, so of course, why wouldn't Xiaoting want your help?

"Sure Xiaoting, i'd love to help you" You smiled at her, a fake smile, but she wouldn't know that. The girl squealed, pulling you into a hug to show her gratitude to you for helping her. Your arms were glued to your sides, eventually Xiaoting would pull back and wave goodbye to you, leaving the classroom.

You stood there and let yourself process everything, taking a deep breathe, you realized that this was it. You were about to let Hao slip through your fingers and fall into the arms of another. Was this really what you wanted? We're you not comes try and fight for him?.....was there any point to?

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮, 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛"

You stood at the same bench where Hao had asked you for help, where he spilled his heart to you about liking Xiaoting. You had left him a letter asking him to meet you here and now you were just awaiting his arrival.

Breathing in slowly, you prepared yourself mentally and emotionally for what was going to happen. "You've got this Y/N, you've got this" you told yourself, you were about to tell Hao that his feelings were reciprocated and that Xiaoting liked him too, you were about to let Hao go.

The sound of footsteps approaching and stopping behind you was the signal that he had arrived, so turning around, you looked up at him and smiled. Hao tried stepping forward and hugging you, your usual greeting with each other, but you took a step back when he took a step forward. A look of confusion and hurt crossed his face, and it made your heart ache, but you couldn't let yourself feel his embrace. Because you didn't know how much in you that you had left before you cracked.

"Zhang Hao" You said, using his name and not his nickname, if you were going to get through this you needed to stop yourself from falling and that started with creating a small line for you to not overstep.

Hao's face contorted in confusion, and a slight look of hurt crossed his face again at this, it pained you to see him like that. Especially since you were the one causing it. But you were already too far in now, so clearing your throat, you continued speaking. "The plan worked, Xiaoting likes you too" You said, your voice almost cracking near the end, but you did it. You told him.

A look of excitement and happiness took it's place on Hao's face, he looked so cute with that expression, like a little kid in a candy store who couldn't wait to try out the sweet treat he had picked out. Looking past him and seeing Xiaoting approaching, you stepped forward, letting yourself feel his touch one last time. You squeezed his hand lightly with both of yours, smiling at him. "Good luck and congrats" and with those words leaving your mouth, you quickly sprinted away in the opposite direction, not giving Hao any time to process or respond to you.

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩���𝙧𝙮, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 (𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚). 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛"

You watched from afar in Ririka's embrace, her arms wrapped around your waist from behind as she rested her head on your shoulder, acting as your pillar of support. You both watched as Hao turned to face Xiaoting, the two smiling at each other and confessing to one another. The two embraced and you could tell that this was just the beginning of their relationship.

Ririka let out a slight hum catching your attention, she smiled at you as she gave your waist a little squeeze for support. "I'm proud of you Y/N, you picked the right choice" As those words left her lips, you let yourself relax into her embrace and let the tears you were holding back fall from your eyes. You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Xiaoting will take good care of him, i know she will"

Ririka hummed again, in agreement with your words as you felt her grab your hand and begin to lead you away from the sight in front of you. "Come on, Ricky asked me to meet him at the convenience store and i can't keep him waiting any longer" She said, leading you by the hand. You turned your head to look at Hao and Xiaoting's figures one more time, feeling yourself smile a small smile. A real smile. Before turning away from them.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘰 𝘨𝘰.

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧"

You finished telling your story to Hanbin, surprised you were even telling anyone this, let alone a stranger you had just met, especially when only Ririka knew of this. But you felt an odd sense of safety with Hanbin, you couldn't quite explain it.

Hanbin nodded his head along to your words, listening to the story with his full focus entirely on you. He smiled once you finished speaking, looking at you. "That was a beautiful story" He said, earning a chuckle from you as you took another sip of your drink.

You watched Hao and Xiaoting dance together from afar, with only pure love in their gazes. It reminded you of when you and Ririka watched Hao and Xiaoting confess to each other all those years ago, except now it was Hanbin by your side and not Ririka. The only thing you felt at the sight of your best friend and his wife was....happiness.

Maybe in another timeline it would be you in Xiaoting's spot, you would be the one with Hao and you would be the one getting married to him. Xiaoting would be the one in the seat you currently occupied, but you were content with living in this timeline. Despite the strong feelings you held for Hao years ago, you had managed to push aside the mixed feelings and resentment towards Xiaoting and let Hao go. Cause no matter how much you loved him back then, his heart never belonged to you, it belonged to Xiaoting. She would take care of him and you trusted her with that.

Hearing Hanbin stand up, he moved to stand in front of you and offered a hand out to you. Confused, you looked at him and tilted your head earning a soft chuckle from the man. "Care for a dance, Y/N?" He speaks softly and you felt another smile growing on your face as your heartrate increased. Taking his hand and letting him lead you to where other guests were dancing, you danced with Hanbin to the slow music, letting yourself melt away in his arms.

Watching from afar, Ririka would squeal seeing you dancing with Hanbin. She was happy seeing the sight of her friend before her and she sighed contently. "What are you looking at?" Ricky would ask the girl as he wrapped an arm around her waist, Ririka would point to you and Hanbin, and Ricky would feel a smile grace his face as well. "I'm happy for her, maybe he's her Mr. Right" She smiles brightly, as the two continued to watch you.

Maybe in this timeline you couldn't be with Hao like you originally wanted too, but it seems life has it's ways and maybe, just maybe....Hanbin was the one you were meant to find at the end of your 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 all along.

"𝙎𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚"

Thank you for reading <3 this originally wasn't planned, but i started listening to April Story again and just HAD to write a fic based on it. This definitely one of my faves for sure.

[mirobami]

For my last one, Ririka 🧋! :))

♣ CHARACTER: r. momobami

♣ HC:🧋    

♣ A/N: always happy to see you in my inbox bro enjoy !!

RIRIKA is a god at Just Dance. She spends a lot of time practicing these dances and she actually has good rhythm. She isn’t one of those people that just moves her hand around to get the points, she actually does the entire body movements. She has memorized dances. It’s a classic, but I guarantee you that she knows how to do Rasputin. If this song ever comes up, she’s mentally going through the steps. However, if she’s alone and the song comes up on her playlist, she’s dancing along to it. She has beaten several Bami Clan members at this game, including Kirari, Rin, Yumi, and Miyo.

Event requests are closed and so are general requests until further notice!

[marsbutterfly]

There are like super few writers for kakegurui, and I'm super excited that you decided to write for them. My heart is melting 😍😍😍 and since this is the first, maybe them like seeing/meeting their SO for the first time? Thank you!

Headcanons: Yumeko, Midari, Kirari and Ririka & How They Met Their S/O

- The first time Yumeko laid eyes on you, you were in the middle of a game against a random student.

- The way you played and used your brain to win every single time made Yumeko’s legs tremble with pleasure.

- Once it was announced that you had won for the final time and the poor student was bankrupt, she decided that she couldn’t hold herself back any longer.

- “Oh please gamble with me, Y/N.” She said, drool nearly dripping down the edge of her lips.

- You couldn’t help but smile and decided to take up on her request.

- “If you win, I will be your personal house pet but if I win, you have to kiss me like you have never kissed anyone before.” You reply and a smile creeps onto her lips as she closes her legs shut, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

- She allowed you to pick a game, her one request is that it should be a game where you are the very best player in the school.

- In the end, you ended up choosing a basic game but you happened to be the very best at it: Poker.

- The fire in her eyes nearly convinced you to make it a game of strip poker but you were able to resist the temptation.

- The game was close, too close for comfort, but when she lost, you felt like a massive weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

- The excitement of gambling with you was nearly enough to drive her off the edge of an orgasm. Even after she had lost the bet.

- Unbeknownst to you, she 100% lost on purpose so she could feel your lips on hers. Of course, she could have made you her house pet but she decided to be nice and let you win.

- But she promised herself that one day she will make you her girlfriend and make you kiss her second after second until your lips nearly fall off, that’s when she will be satisfied. 

- In the meantime, she will simply be satisfied just by the thrill of gambling against you.

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and guns. thank you to my wife @tsukidrama for helping me come up with Midari’s headcanons.

- The first time you saw Midari, you didn't really see her.

- Truth is, one day she was bored and she saw a poster you made for your school club so she decided to kidnap you out of class and put a bag over your head. The cold gun touching your right temple.

- Even though you are terrified, you can hear her laughter and a few moans so instead of acting like you felt, you decide to laugh in response and tempt her.

- "Is this all you got? This is not even a gamble!" All while you giggled away but the nervous sweat still dripping down your forehead.

- When she finally takes the bag off of your head, her cheeks are covered in a red blush and drool drips down the side of her lips.

- “Do you know why you are here?” She asks, swinging the gun around while spinning on the chair. You shake your head, watching as the lights flicker above you.

- You take a look around the room, noticing the few roaches that walk around the dirty corners or the water damage caused by a few busted pipes.

- “Because that fucking poster you put up was fucking hideous.” She says, placing the gun right in between your eyes.

- “I’ll take it down if you let me go.” You say and she laughs, a heart filled laughter as if you just told her the funniest joke in the world.

 - “Absolutely not. We are going to do this fucking thing together to make sure it looks good.”

- She pulls out a long piece of paper and a few art supplies including glitter, purple pens and some other things.

- In the end, you ended up having a good time with her even she still swung the gun around every so often.

- She helps you color the poster and make sure it is appropriate and pretty enough to be a part of the school.

- When she finally lets you go, you can’t stop thinking about her and about the next time you will see her again. Maybe you will kidnap her this time, but to gain her heart, you start gambling like crazy until you reach the very top.

- The next encounter, she kidnapped you again but this time you didn’t quite mind because you were just happy to see her again.

- The first time you met Kirari was after you lost an insane amount of money during a failed gamble.

- As she was about to hand you your life schedule, she stops halfway before the papers reached your hand.

- She tilts her head and places her fingers on her chin, fully analyzing you as you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

- She watches you closely for a few seconds but it feels like her eyes have been on you for hours, days even.

- “You will be my personal house pet.” She says, playing with the tag around your neck and you can tell the expression on your face shows her that you are confused because she continues, “I want to see what Mittens here can do.”

- “Why?” You ask and she places her index finger over your lips before moving towards your jawline.

- “Your life schedule wasn’t good enough for someone who looks like you.” She smirks. “You deserve a better life style.”

- Her ice blue eyes cut deep into you, never moving away and you can’t tell if she’s blinking or not

- “I will treat you to delicious food, warm bed and a lot of love.” She says, her nails now digging through your skin, “In return, you will be a good pet, won’t you?”

- You nod quickly, hoping she will release you but she does not.

- “Good. Now go fetch me some tea, my sweet mittens.” Kirari says and you nod once again, running towards the table where the tea mugs rest.

- Once your back is turn, she bites her lips before biting the nail on her left thumb, she shakes her bangs trying to get them out of her eyes so she can have a better view of you.

- “Ah, how I love being Student Body President.” She whispers to herself with a devious smile on her face.

- One day you get called out of class, the hall monitor telling you to pack your things because you are being transferred to the same class as the Vice-President.

- You don’t understand why this is happening and the only answer you get is: It was her request.

- Without complaints, you take your new seat by her side. From behind the mask, you can tell her eyes follow your every move and you can’t help but feel your cheeks burning.

- Once class ends, you feel a hand touching your shoulder gently and you turn around, noticing the person touching you was the Vice-President.

- “Follow me, please.” She says, taking your hand and gently dragging you towards Kirari’s office. 

- Once you enter the room, she points towards the couch, silently inviting you to take a seat. You oblige and you can tell she smiles underneath the mask.

- She walks towards the other end of the room, reaching for a small cup before pouring some tea for the two of you. 

- She hands you the cup and you thank her, allowing the smell of lavender infused vanilla tea to enter your body. The taste is just as divine as the smell.

- “Do you know why you are here?” She asks, lifting her mask just barely enough to take a sip out of the tea and you curiously hope that she will allow you to see more of her face.

- “Not really.” You say, crossing your legs while allowing your back to rest against the couch.

- “I have a personal interest in you, Y/N.” She says and your eyes widen, you nearly choke on your tea for a second after hearing her say those words. “I want you to play a game with me.”

- “What do you have in mind, Vice-President?” You ask, a smirk on your lips as you place the cup of tea on the small table before you.

- “It’s quite simple and pure luck based.” She says, serenity present in her voice, “If I flip this coin and it turns out the be tales, you will take my spot in the School Council.”

- A gasp leaves your lips closely followed by a manic smile. “And what if you win?”

- “You will be my girlfriend and friend, starting effective immediately” She says, taking one final, long sip out of her tea. You nod in response.

- “Let’s gamble then.” You reply as she flips the coin.

[pocketsemi]

— • 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐈 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 🔞💦

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彡 𝗡 𝗢 𝗧 𝗘 ; 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 :)

— 𝐘 𝐔 𝐌 𝐄 𝐊 𝐎 ;

• 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 23 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

• 𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖲 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

• 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒/𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗂- 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 ;)

• 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒-

— 𝐌 𝐀 𝐑 𝐘 ;

• 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 23 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

• 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝖾𝗅��- 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎~ ;)

• 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒/𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

• 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗉-

• 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈- 𝖾𝗁𝖾-

— 𝐊 𝐈 𝐑 𝐀 𝐑 𝐈 ;

• 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 24 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

• 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

• 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒/𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

— 𝐑 𝐈 𝐑 𝐈 𝐊 𝐀 ;

• 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 24 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

• 𝖡𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗂- 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾-

• 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

• 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒/𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾-

— 𝐌 𝐈 𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐈 ;

• 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 24 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

• 𝖠𝗂𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈- she can ride you whenever she wants to, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

• 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒/𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖱𝖨𝖣𝖤 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

— 𝐘 𝐔 𝐌 𝐄 𝐌 𝐈 ;

• 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 24 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌

• 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆, 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌~ 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗂 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉-

• 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒/𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 ;)

• 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒-

𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄:

• 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍: -𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔𝚢𝚖𝚡𝚛𝚢

• 𝙰𝙾3: 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚎𝚊

• 𝚃𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚔: ohmysemi

© pocketsemi | 2021.

[i-wont-ever-leave]

hello again thank u for doing my request about the kakegurui girls getting the reader pregnant accidentally ! could u maybe do a follow up about how they would react after the baby is born and what that would be like with them ? thank u again for doing my ask .

You're welcome angel 💖

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— 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘

✧ feat: kirari momobami x reader

✧ note: fluff, btw this is so ooc :')

You were just having a little talk with Ririka strolling around the halls. The sound of the other students' cheers and groans were heard as gambles were in session.

“y/n-san you do know it’s kind of obvious that you have caught feelings for the student council president.” Ririka said her voice monotone as her mask filtered the sound. You opened the door which led to the room where a talk with the student council vice-president was soon to take place.

“Ririka-san you do know I already found out that the student council president is your twin sister. Am I right Ririka Momobami..?” you said sitting down with your leg over the other. The masked girl sat down as well and you leaned closer to her face then removed her mask. “Or should I say.. Kirari Momobami?”

Kirari was in shock, only some of the student council members knew about the relationship of the two. “y/n-san sometimes you can be too observant for your own good.” She said and let out a laugh.

A giggle emitted from you, “You really are identical twins if we’re talking about looks mm..” you said observing the mask that was once on her face. “So Kirari-san what did you call me here for?” you asked her. “I called you here to—” She was about to answer until your phone rang.

Kirari was going to stop you from answering the call by taking your phone away but you were fast enough and caught her wrist, “Nah ah Kirari-san, don’t worry I’ll be back though.” you said and planted a kiss on her lips. You moved your phone away for a moment and said, “Try cherry next time, Kirari. I love that flavor.” You giggled and licked your lips continuing on with the conversation with the other person on the line.

“You really do impress me y/n l/n..” she smiled to herself and poured tea in her cup waiting for your return.

[fukurodianthus]

Cotton Candy Kisses

Synopsis: Let’s get one thing straight, confessions aren’t Ushijima Wakatoshi’s cup of tea, and the same goes for you when it comes to dealing with rejections. But then, your crackhead friends (who are done with watching two emotionally constipated fools pine for each other for two years) decide to take matters into their own hands. 

 Its a recipe for disaster, topped off with cherry coke and cotton candy.

Genre: Fluff, (a light sprinkle of angst thrown in), friends to lovers AU, mutual pining

Trigger warnings: Just a smol makeout scene lmao (not explicit), swearing(meanwhile, my mom: *disappointed brown parent noises*)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem! reader

Word count: 3k+

Author’s note: I planned to release this on valentine’s day, but my exam schedule said “no❤️”. N E ways, didnt get time to proofread it, so excuse the painful amount of errors it may have. (More unnecessary rambles notes at the end!)

𝐈

“Toshi, Terushima asked me out on a date.”

“Terushima as in Terushima Yuuiji from Johzenji? The one with piercings?” Ushijima sat on the gym floor, busy tying his shoelaces.

“Yeah.”

He sat facing away from you, so you had no way of telling how well he was taking this news.

Not like it mattered anyway.

For the last two-years, you had kept dropping subtle hints that you liked him. Hell, if baking heart-shaped red-velvet cookies for him every valentine’s day hadn’t given him the slightest hint that your feelings for him weren’t exactly platonic, probably nothing could make the stoic ace aware of your feelings.

Unless you directly said it to his face.

Wakatoshi, I like you.

Four words. There were just these four words standing between Wakatoshi and your undeclared feelings. Four words could free you from the shackles of this unrequited love that had been weighing you down for the past two years.

But what was the point anyway? He’d reject you, just like he rejected Ririka. The Ririka Hirai, captain of the girls’ volleyball team, the ace who wielded magic in her hands. Let alone the guys from Shiratorizawa, even boys from other prefectures were totally whipped for her. He didn’t even bat an eyelid before a firm ‘No’ rolled off his lips. She hated crying in front of others, but the redness in her eyes and her swollen eyelids made it obvious that her spirit had been crushed by the rejection. Her previous outgoing, warm and friendly nature had vanished within a few seconds as she withdrew herself into her shell.

If this is what rejections did to people, then you were fine with being crushed under the weight of unrequited love. And you didn’t have a Semi Eita in your life like she had, so there wouldn’t be anybody to help you out of your wallowing self-pity.

Your mind wandered back to your interaction with her yesterday, how she had pulled you into the locker room, firm hands wrapped around your wrists with no intention of letting go. You were reminded of her disastrous plan, and how you’d stupidly agreed to go along with it.

𝐈𝐈

(𝟐 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨)

“You love him, don’t you Y/N?” she asked you, cocking her head to her side as she twirled the green roots of het bubblegum colored hair. Why was she so oddly insistent on dying her hair like a meth-addicted oompa loompa? And the bigger question was, how the fuck did she look so good?

“I don’t know, Riri.” What did she expect to hear? How could you say that you weren’t half as brave as she’d been? You’d rather tend to the wounds that unrequited love caused than deal with the empty-black void of self-loathing, insecurities and embarrassment that rejection left behind.

“Y/N, I’m not a fool. I can see the way your eyes light up when he’s around.”

“So what? What the fuck should I do? Confess my feelings and get rejected? I’d rather wither under the weight of my undeclared feelings than have my soul crushed by a rejection from my best friend, thanks.” You knew you were wrong; you knew you should let go of these useless, painful feelings by confessing. Hearing him reject you would put the nail in the coffin of your one-sided love and you’d finally be free.

But you didn’t want to be free. Cowardice had this odd feeling of comfort attached to it, and you’d gotten used to it.

“Y/N, I’m not here to fight with you over a stupid himbo of a guy. It just hurts me to see you go through the same pain I had gone through. I’m just here to look out for you. I’ll give you my advice whether you want it or not, and its up to you if you’ll take it.”

You looked away. You knew that whatever she was going to say would probably make sense, she was such a smartass after all. She was never wrong, as much as you hated admitting it. Why was she such a good friend, why did she have to be so nice? It pissed you off.

“Ushijima is bad at this entire thing of love and friendships, its probably not big news to you, is it? His parents’ divorce ruined his faith in love.” She cleared her throat, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. “He doesn’t know how this entire thing of love and feelings work. Loving him is difficult, it’s like expecting an iceberg to provide you with warmth. But…” her voice trailed off.

“But what?”

“I think he likes you. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. He never saved a seat for me at lunch the way he does for you. He acts...weird around you.”

“That’s bullshit Riri, he does that stuff for me because I’m his team's manager, you know?”

“You’re just as dense as him. Perfect! You’d make a great couple” she giggled, fluttering her long, black lashes.

“Why did you confess to him if you thought he liked me?”

“Oh, I was coming to that. You see, I was a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t like me back, so I thought I might as well get these stupid feelings of my chest and move on, you know? It still hurt a lot for a few days, though. Rejections sucks, that’s nothing new. And I kind of liked Semi, so it felt like I was emotionally cheating on him if I still liked Ushijima. So, I finally confessed to him after getting rid of my feelings for Ushiwaka.” She pressed her lips together and looked away, a faint blush blossoming on her cheeks.

“You and Semi are…”

“We’re a thing now, yeah.”

“I’m so happy for you Ririka!” you practically squealed, squishing her reddened cheeks.

“We had a talk yesterday and we decided that we can no longer bear to see you two emotionally constipated dummies pining for each other anymore, so we’re taking matters into our own hands.”

“What?” Your stared at her with widened eyes, praying she didn’t come up with any stupid plans to make the situation worse.

“Do you know Terushima from Johzenji?”

“Yeah, kinda, that tongue-piercing dude with an undercut, right?”

“He’s my friend and he has agreed to helping us.”

“Oh hell no.”

“I don’t take no for an answer, I’m sorry. Babe, you can come out now.”

You choked on your own spit as you saw Semi climbing out of Ririka’s locker.

“How the fuck did you even fit him in there? Was he there the whole time? What made you think sneaking your boyfriend into the girl’s locker room was a good idea?”

“Honey, that’s too many unnecessary questions, I ain’t answering them. And there’s nobody around. So, I don’t think we’ll get in any trouble as long as you don’t snitch.”

“I’m not going to snitch.”

“That’s what I thought. Now babe, tell her about our plan.”

Semi went over with the details of their plan.

Needless to say, it was a recipe for disaster, you were sure of it.

Having an affinity for all things disastrous, you agreed to their plan.

*flashback ends*

𝐈𝐈𝐈

(𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭)

“Y/N, you there?” Ushijima was done with tying his shoelaces a while ago and now stood in front of you, his tall frame cowering over you.

You snapped out of your trance.

“Yeah, I was j-just busy thinking about some stuff.” You smoothed out your skirt and gripped your bag tightly, and looking down at your feet. You could feel his gaze on your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Stuff as in…Terushima? Were you thinking about him?”

You were taken aback by his uncharacteristically direct question and looked into his eyes. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips; his brows furrowed together in…concern?

Your imagination must be getting better of you.

“Yeah, I was thinking about our date, tomorrow.”

His eyes seemed duller than usual, lacking its usual lustre.

“He doesn’t have a reputation for being loyal, you know.” His words seemed long-drawn, forced, painful. As if it physically hurt him to get these words to roll of his tongue.

He ran his fingers through his greasy olive-brown hair, his gaze still fixed on you. You became painfully aware of the silence in the empty gym room. Why was your heart beating so loudly? Was his heart beating just as loud?

His breath hitched as you stepped closer to him. You noticed the way his sweat-drenched shirt clung to his body, highlighting his well-built frame, the way his lips glistened when he licked his lips, the way his tousled hair stuck to his forehead. You almost brushed those stray strands off his face. Almost.

You spoke in a low tone, almost in a whisper. This moment seemed fragile, like treading on thin ice. It felt as if you both were in a trance and any loud noise would snap you back to reality. You wouldn’t mind being stuck in this trance for a few eternities. “Terushima is a player, a heartbreaker. You think I don’t know that? Maybe I just want to have my heart broken, Toshi. Isn't it better than loving someone who will never love me back?”

He stared at you with a blank, unreadable expression. You noticed how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he gulped, his neck and collarbones glistening with sweat.

He had no business being this hot, godamnit.          

“I just remembered, Coach Washijo wanted to have a talk with me-“ he took a step back, breaking eye contact with you.

“Coach Washijo is on a sick-leave for a week, Toshi.”

“Ah okay, right.” He turned on his heels and stormed out of the gym, the tips of his ears covered in a faint red glow.

How long will you keep running away Wakatoshi?

𝐈𝐕

(𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲)

“Yeah, chocolate will be fine.”

Terushima handed you the ice-cream cone, flashing his iconic toothy grin at you.

This park of the amusement park was quieter and calmer than the other parts. You were seated on a bench beside a  mermaid shaped fountain. Behind you, far off in the distance was a Ferris wheel, lit up in pink and red neon lights, a classic decoration that was put up in this park every valentine’s day.

“Want anything else, babe?” He sat down beside you on the bench, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Dude, you don’t have to put on such a show, you know? You don’t have to make it so realistic.”

He threw his head back and let out another one of his irritating laughs. It was pretty cute, even though you’d never admit it aloud.

“Y/N who said I’m pretending? When Riri asked me to take you out on a fake date to make lover boy Toshi jealous, I thought this would be a pretty good opportunity to score a date with a cute girl, it doesn’t matter if the date is fake or not.”

“You even bought a couple’s ticket, huh?”

“This amusement park has a special valentine’s day offer for couples, fifty percent off for each ride, aint that crazy? I was just saving my coins princess.”

“I swear to god, call me that one more time and you’ll find my foot up your ass-“

“Ooh, kinky!”

It physically hurt you to not punch him and wipe that cheesy grin off his face. “I can’t handle you Terushima-” You hungrily bit down on the ice-cream, gobbling it up in a matter of a few seconds.

Terushima's nose scrunched up in disgust. “The fuck Y/N, who bites ice-cream like that! Are you a caveman or something?"

“Aw babe, didn’t you know? I’m not like other girls.” You dramatically flicked a stand of your hair, as your pretentious, catty tone drew a chuckle from him.

“C’mon now, fake date or not lets a have a good time! I’m done sitting around on this bench, we’re in an amusement park for fuck’s sake Y/N!” He took his black leather jacket off, flinging it around his shoulders, his white shirt clung to his skin. He looked like a stereotypical bad boy out of a wattpad book written by a 16-year-old. You bit down the urge to make a sarcastic comment about his appearance.

“Get up now, you lazy butt.” He offered you a hand.

You slapped his hand away and stood up, brushing the small remnants of the ice-cream cone off your plaid yellow dress.

“Damn, you feisty.”

“Serves you right, pisshead.”

He was about to make a snarky retort when his eyes suddenly landed on someone standing in the crowd beside the ferris wheel. “Looks like lover boy is here.”

“You sure its him?”

“A hundred and twenty percent ma’am! Now go get your man!” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before winking at you. “That’ll get him riled up enough.”

“You’re such a little shit-”

“Shut up, he’s coming here, go talk to him.”

You turned around on your heels to see Ushijima making his way towards you.

“Hey! What you doing here Toshi?” You tried putting on a surprised expression, but after seeing how Terushima snickered at you, you understood that you probably overdid it.

“Uhm, did I interrupt your d-date?” Ushijima looked painfully flustered. His eyes searched your face, looking for signs of annoyance or anger.

He was surprised at how happy you looked. Didn’t girls get annoyed when someone interrupted their dates? Ah, women, such complex creatures, all mysteries of the world seem irrelevant when compared to the mystery of a woman’s psyche.

“No, not at all! Do you want to tell me something?” You cocked you head and batted your eyelashes at him playfully.

But he remained silent, lips tightly pressed together as his eyes kept flickering between Terushima and you.

“Hey Yuuji, I’d like to talk to Toshi in private, maybe you could…you know-“

“Ah that was stupid of me! I’ll leave you two to yourselves. I’ll be at the Haunted Mansion if you need me, a friend of mine works there as a part time zombie.” He pointed finger guns at you and winked. "See ya later sweet cheeks!" You saw his silhouette fade into the distance.

It was only you and Ushijima now.

The golden glow from the setting sun and the faint pink lights from the faraway Ferris wheel illuminated his face in a rose-gold glow. He sported a red flannel shirt, more specifically the one you had bought for him while shopping with Tendou last summer.

He looked ethereal.

You cleared you throat. “Toshi? You wanted to tell me something, right?”

He looked started, unsure of himself. You looked at him with anticipation, your heart almost leaping out of your ribcage.

“Y/N, for the next match Yamagata will replace Akakura as the libero because he twisted his ankle in in the hallway today.”

Unbeknowst to you, Ririka and Semi hid behind an ice-cream truck in the distance, keeping an eye on you both. They could hear small excerpts of your conversation. So, when they heard Ushijima saying something about ‘match’ and ‘libero’, they let out frustrated groans. “That dense fucker messed up yet again.” they whispered under their breaths in unison.

Disappointment flashed across your face. Was he serious? How dense could a guy possibly be?

“You came this far, interrupted my date to tell me this, Toshi? You could just have messaged me, you know?” Your voice trembled, vision blurring with tears.

So much for love.

You felt stupid, you wanted to slap yourself across your face for being naïve enough to believe that Ushijima Wakatoshi could ever reciprocate your feelings.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

You started to walk away, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your dress, when you felt a strong arm coil across you waist.

Wakatoshi pulled you close, and in an instant his lips were on yours. You didn’t spare a second thought before kissing him back, your lips hungrily melting into his. You grazed your tongue across his lower lip as he pushed you against the fountain, one hand placed on the small of your back pulling your body closer and the other under your dress, grazing your thigh. Your fingers aimlessly hovered over his chest before gently tugging him by the collar of his shirt.

When he finally pulled away, you both stared at each other, panting breathlessly, hair drenched from the light spray of water cascading down the fountain. The warmth of his lips still lingered on your mouth.

The sound of his voice snapped you out of your dreamlike trance. “Tendou and Semi told me that I wasn’t worthy enough of being Shiratorizawa’s ace if I chickened out of professing my feelings to the girl I’ve liked for two years. How could I sit back and watch that guy from Johzenji steal you away? I like you Y/N, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't."

You were about to respond when Semi’s voice rang out from behind the ice-cream truck.

“Oh my god Riri! Did you see that? They kissed! I’m so proud of my miracle boy-”

“Keep it down you dimwit, or they’ll hear us-“

You let out a soft chuckle and took Ushijima’s hand in yours. “Wouldn't it be very surprising if Semi and Riri suddenly popped out from behind that ice-cream truck, Toshi? But that's totally impossible right? Not like they'd ever eavesdrop on us-"

Semi and Ririka slowly made their way towards you, eyes downcast with guilt.

“We didn’t mean to intrude-” Semi started to explain.

“Shut your trap, you shitheads, we wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” You chirped, drawing them into a tight embrace.

“What do you mean Y/N?” Ushijima stared at you, confused. You stifled a chuckle.

“Well, we actually made a plan…” Ririka started explaining.

After Semi, Ririka and you explained your entire scheme to him, he stared at you, confused, open mouthed.

“You could just have told me, you know? All this to get me jealous?”

“I was scared of getting rejected, Toshi.”

“I’d never reject you!”

“And how the fuck was I supposed to know that? You never showed any signs of recognition at my hints, how was I supposed to know you liked me? You huffed.

“Well, I suppose I…nevermind.”

“No, finish your sentence!”

“Would you like to ride the Ferris Wheel, Y/N?”

“Thought you’d never ask. But first, buy some cotton candy for your lady love.” He took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with his. "Anything for my girl."

𝐕

Ushijima’s lips softly grazed you neck, his hot breath fanning across your collarbones.

The soft pink light from the Ferris Wheel lit his face up.

Wiping a piece of leftover cotton candy from your lips, he suddenly asked, “Why do you love me, Y/N?”

You thought of the times he saved extra bento boxes for you after lunch when you refused to eat properly, how he’d stayed awake, sitting in your bedside chair, taking care of you as your body burned in fever, how he’d laugh at your stupid jokes even though they weren’t anything close to being funny, or how he’d show up at your door with cotton candy and cherry coke whenever you were under the weather.

You pressed your lips against his before whispering,

“What’s there to not love, Toshi?”

Author’s rambles notes pt. 2: Ririka Hirai isn’t a very well-known character, but I decided to add her anyways because the girl’s volleyball team characters deserve some love too! You can find more about her here (if it very isnt obvious already, I find her character absolutely adorable!)

N E ways, I hope you enjoyed reading this fic(which has absolutely 0 grammatical errors and i totally didnt write this while overdosing on an unhealthy amount of coffee at three in the morning)

Reblogs would be highly appreciated!

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Happy Holidays Maddy! 💕 Alright, so in the spirit of christmas can we do a Kirari x Sayaka x Reader where the reader invites her girlfriends to their home for the holidays while their parents go visit family? The reader basically teaches them how to have a normal, calm, and small christmas without gambling and stress. Just nice and fluffy <333 (and maybe kirai would be a little clueless to the idea of a normal christmas since they probably had to gamble for their own gifts-)

A Normal Holiday

Kirari Momobami x Sayaka Igarashi x She/Her Reader

A/N: Ignore the fact that it’s January please. If I didn’t have fifty requests to sift through, I would have tried to have this one done earlier. Anyway, hope you like it! Word Count: 2,555

“(Y/n), what is your favorite winter holiday tradition?” Kirari asked out of the blue. Presumably because she was looking for any excuse to not look over the dull election challenge propositions Sayaka had placed before her.

“My favorite tradition?” (Y/n) sat back in her chair as she thought, “I guess I like decorating cookies, the food in general is really good. Sledding can be fun too if there’s enough snow, watching movies, hanging out with the family… it’s too bad, with the election still going on, I’m not going to the family get-together this year.”

“You shouldn’t have to skip out on family time to monitor election matches,” Sayaka voiced, her brow furrowed in concern, “Do you need me to talk to Yomozuki-san to get you time off?”

“No, it’s fine. Besides, I wanted to spend the holidays with my two favorite people. I thought it would be nice.”

Sayaka blushed, a small smile working its way upon her lips. Then, back from her unnoticed pondering, Kirari chimed in,

“I am confused.“

“What about?” (Y/n) asked.

“Does your family not take part in the time-honored tradition of gambling for your right to the family banquet? That’s my favorite and then watching the younger children test their skills to earn desirable items.“

“Oh, uh, no. No, we don’t do that.” (Y/n) was well aware that Kirari’s upbringing wasn’t like most to say the least, but she always managed to catch her off guard with the little insights about her life she would casually drop as if some of the things she said weren’t the most horrifying things (Y/n) had ever heard.

“A shame,” Kirari seemed genuinely put out, “And you, Sayaka?”

“I usually study in preparation for the new term. My parents are away so it makes a conducive study environment.”

Again, (Y/n)’s heart twisted uncomfortably in her chest. Though Sayaka’s family life lacked the extreme eat-or-be-eaten mentality Kirari’s had, they were quite cold and withdrawn. It was no wonder to (Y/n) why Sayaka tried to be number one in all that interested her, number one of (Y/n) and Kirari’s hearts especially since her parents seemed so uninterested in Sayaka’s academic accomplishments.

“This is exactly why you two should come stay at my house over break. I think it would be good for you to try to have a normal holiday where you don’t sit at home alone or watch small children cry because they had to gamble away their toys. Ririka is encouraged to come too if she wants.”

“She told me she was staying with Saotome for break, actually,” Kirari disclosed, “I thought it would be interesting to see how Saotome lives, but she said if I came to her home, it would be, ‘on sight’, whatever that means. Ririka clarified that it was a form of threat. However that’s neither here nor there I suppose, I’ll be happy to join you for break, (Y/n). And you, Sayaka?”

“Of course I’ll come!” Sayaka nearly yelled. She couldn’t fathom loosing out on quality time with either of them.

“Great! Okay, do we want to exchange gifts? If so, we should establish a price limit.”

“Exchange gifts?” Kirari cocked her head to the side, “As in bartering?”

“If it’s easier for you to think of it that way, then sure. You give Sayaka and I something you think we’d like and we each give you something we think you would like. And Sayaka and I give something to each other.”

“Fascinating. And where does the gambling come in? If we lose, do the gifts meant for us get destroyed before our eyes?”

“No, no, there isn’t any destroying. Just giving.” (Y/n) wanted to be as precise as possible for Kirari, but she knew that her words could easily go in one ear and out the other with her.

Kirari hummed, she appeared to be elsewhere in her thoughts, but the little displeased pout of her blue lips at least gave (Y/n) an indication that she had been heard. Whether or not that would matter was yet to be determined.

Sayaka on the other hand looked very invested. (Y/n) could see that she had taken out a notebook. What she could possibly have to take notes on related to gift giving, (Y/n) was unsure.

“What were you thinking for the price limit?” Sayaka asked, a perfectly logical question.

“How about no more than 3,000 yen per gift?”

“Only 6,000 total? That hardly seems adequate.” Kirari chimed.

“It’s plenty for a couple sweet little presents. Trust me.” (Y/n) assured.

After the incident of their six month anniversary where Kirari bought Sayaka and (Y/n) a spaceship ride to the moon, the literal freaking moon, (Y/n) thought it would be a good idea to make sure they stayed in Japan, or at the very least, on Earth by limiting Kirari’s spending.

“If you say so… what can you even get for 3,000 yen? A carton of milk?”

“More than that.” (Y/n) answered with the patience of a saint.

Turning back to Sayaka, she could see the girl had taken out her laptop and a calculator. Her eyes ablaze with determination, she was no doubt treating this as a challenge. (Y/n) reached across the table to still Sayaka’s hands over the keyboard.

“Don’t take it too seriously, sweetie. We’ll love whatever you get us, right Kirari?”

“Anything I receive from Sayaka is sure to be unexpected. I will cherish it always.”

If at all possible, steam would have spouted from Sayaka’s ears from the combined touch and praise. She released a strangled noise of understanding and when (Y/n) pulled away to sit back down in her chair, Sayaka was more interested in slightly swaying in her chair with a giddy smile on her face.

“I had better see if Runa needs me for any last minute gambles before I go home. I need to get the house set up and I have presents to buy,” (Y/n) got up from her chair once more and maneuvered around the table to give Kirari and Sayaka their customary departing kisses, “Come over around noon on Saturday and be prepared to spend the night.”

When Kirari and Sayaka voiced their understanding, (Y/n) left them under the soft blue light of the humming fish tanks, excited to get to work.

***

It was all set.

Nothing too extravagant, but she did put up some decorations and lights around the living room and made the couch into a comfortable fort of sorts, her presents for Kirari and Sayaka placed next to the selection of movies they could choose from. She had sugar cookies baked and cooled, ready to be frosted with a sampling of colors. There would be the usual feel good holiday snacks and dinner as well. There wasn’t much snow outside, but they could make little snowmen if they wanted too. It was sure to be a good experience for the girls. (Y/n) hoped it would have a good impact on them.

The doorbell rang and (Y/n) leapt to the door. She grinned when Sayaka and Kirari came into view. Sayaka was carrying two overnight bags over her shoulders, one presumably Kirari’s, and two presents in her hands. Kirari also had two presents in hand and (Y/n) let out a silent sigh of relief at their ordinary sizes. (Y/n) hugged them both and practically dragged them inside.

“Come on in!”

“I feel as though your home gets smaller every time I see it.” Kirari drawled.

(Y/n) playfully rolled her eyes. She knew better than to be offended by Kirari’s blunt observations.

“It smells very nice in here.” Sayaka complimented softly, the warmth and gentle calm of the space already making the usually stiff and anxiety riddled girl feel more at peace.

“Thank you! Here, I’ll take those bags. You can put the presents by the tv over there.”

(Y/n) put the overnight bags away, then the fun began. They started with decorating cookies. Kirari looked quite interested at the prospect having never had to do any food prep in her life.

Kirari’s cookies looked every bit as if a small child made them. More frosting seemed to get on the counter than the cookies themselves. Meanwhile Sayaka’s looked immaculate, but she had only decorated four out of the thirty cookies (Y/n) had baked in the time it took her girlfriends to do ten each. They helped her out of course, and sampled their work.

“It’s quite good,” Kirari marveled, “I shall take a few back to Ririka when we reconvene. She would enjoy this sort of thing. It is missing the thrill of possibly being poisoned by Miyo and Miri, however.”

“I could mix some salt or something spicy into the frosting of one of the cookies if that’ll help.” (Y/n) half-joked, but seeing the gleam that came across Kirari’s eyes, she found herself desecrating a perfectly good cookie to please the decidedly stranger one of her two girlfriends.

She mixed a teaspoon of salt into a leftover frosting bowl and slathered one of Kirari’s messy cookies with it before putting it in a small line up for Kirari to choose from. Sayaka and (Y/n) watched expectantly as Kirari picked a cookie and took a bite.

“Safe.” Kirari hummed, her tone almost disappointed, before taking another bite.

After washing up, they decided to get cozy and watch a movie. Sayaka had never looked more pink than she was sitting between the other two while sharing a giant, fluffy blanket. She was definitely the most touch-starved out of the three, and when Sayaka seemed to freeze up, (Y/n) was worried they were overwhelming her. But when she tried to give Sayaka more room, her hand reached out to pull her back in.

Sayaka actually ended up falling asleep before the movie was even halfway through. Kirari and (Y/n) spoke softly about the plot over her head as the film progressed, occasionally getting sidetracked by how cute Sayaka looked.

Once the credits began to roll, (Y/n) and Kirari brainstormed what to do next. After spending so much time warming up beneath the blankets, the chill the outdoors promised seemed less appealing. (Y/n) proposed playing a board game and then having dinner.

Kirari was enticed by the idea of a game so (Y/n) let her pick whatever she liked from the cupboard while she tried to rouse Sayaka with a few kisses and sweet words. Her cute, sleepy confusion was so different from the usual serious expression she wore at school.

“(Y/n), what is this Catan game?” Kirari asked, while Sayaka rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Oh that one is pretty fun. Basically, you play as a settler and try to collect resources by rolling dice—“

“So it’s gambling?”

“Uh, fundamentally yes. I suppose it is. You want to build settlements and cities near resources with numbers that have a better chance at being rolled, but if someone rolls a seven and you have more than seven cards, you have to give up half of them. It’s both parts strategy and luck.”

“We shall try this one then.” Kirari nodded with finality and strode confidently to the table with (Y/n) and a blanket burrito named Sayaka trailing behind her.

It wasn’t terribly surprising that Sayaka would come out as the winner. She had listened very intently to (Y/n)’s explanation of the rules and took as pure of a strategic stance as she could, not taking chances in placing her initial settlements on unlikely numbers. She also made sure to put them on diverse crossroads to ensure a possibility at every resource available. And she took advantage of the ports, and proposed very diplomatic tradings and got development cards and… yeah she was a beast.

Kirari, conversely, put her initial settlements in questionable places. (Y/n) could defend her first choice of placing a settlement right on the port for two resources instead of three, but then she put her second one between a twelve, a two and the desert. On the bright side, she seldom had to worry about the robber taking her cards when a seven was rolled. In fact, Kirari probably rolled the robber more than anyone which was good for her since it gave her the opportunity to steal a resource card for her meager pile. Then when it came to trading what little she had, she was very…personal about it.

“Sa-ya-ka,” she’d croon, “if you have an an ore to give me, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Kirari, you can’t just—“ (Y/n) had tried to argue at first, but Sayaka was already pushing the card towards her, biting her lip in anticipation.

(Y/n) pouted and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Kirari reward Sayaka with a lingering kiss. This behavior would not have flown if this was one of the election gambles that she needed to oversee on a daily basis.

“Done?” (Y/n) asked with a bit of snark when Kirari returned to her seat, leaving Sayaka a little out of breath.

“Not quite,” Kirari smiled, leaning forward, “(Y/n), if you have a grain you are willing to part with, I’ll trade you a kiss.”

(Y/n) sat still for a few beats then quietly slid a card towards Kirari’s pile.

Honestly Kirari probably could have won if Sayaka wasn’t Sayaka.

They left the game out with the intention of playing again later and then got dinner ready. Sayaka was more of a help than Kirari on that front, but thankfully nothing went terribly wrong. They had a pleasant meal and then remembered that there were holiday gifts to open.

First they opened the gifts (Y/n) gave and then the ones Sayaka gave, each was thoughtful and sweet and each recipient made sure to voice their gratitude, but then the time to open Kirari’s gifts came. Sayaka and (Y/n) shared a confused look as the pulled matching sleek keycards from their boxes. At first, (Y/n) though Kirari had ignored the price limit and got them exclusive limitless credit cards or something, but then Kirari supplied,

“You will be able to access my home at any time with those keycards. I trust you’ll make a habit out of using them often. Day,” Kirari smirked, “or night.”

“Kikikikikikiki—“

“I think you broke Sayaka.” (Y/n) managed to say, though she seemed at least a little flustered as well.

“She’ll reset herself soon.” Kirari assured.

(Y/n) leaned over to plant a quick kiss against Kirari’s cheek in thanks, “We will be sure to come bug you often.”

“I would hope so.”

***

They played another round of Catan and then moved back to the couch for another viewing of whatever caught their eye and eventually both Sayaka and Kirari fell asleep. (Y/n) carefully got up from the pile so she could take a picture with her phone. As she looked down fondly at the new photo, she blindly reached for a cookie from the counter.

She was really glad they had been able to get together like this. Hopefully they would continue to do so for years to come. Perhaps they could even get Ririka and Mary in on it, but with how much Mary hated Kirari it probably wouldn’t be likely.

“Oh! Bleh! Gross!” (Y/n) quietly yelled, spitting into the garbage. Of course she would be the one to end up with the salty cookie.

[cosmic-kitten-writing]

Everything I will write

This will just be going through what I will/won't write, the fandoms I will write for, and characters from said fandoms I will write for. This will be changed as I become more comfortable with things, get better at writing, watch new shows, and finish the ones I'm on. Please respect what makes me uncomfortable. If something isn't on the list feel free to ask if I will write it. If anything makes no sense feel free to ask.

What I will write:

💜 Fluff

💜 Angst With Happy Ending

💜 Mentions of Abuse, Depression, And Anxiety (trigger warnings will be placed)

💜 Character X Reader

💜 Headcanons

💜 Imagines

💜 LGBTQ+ Content (These requests will take longer for research purposes)

💜 GIF Imagines

💜 Matchups

💜 Cross-Overs

What I won't write:

💔 Angst Without Happy Ending

💔 Heavy Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, And Bullying.

💔 NSFW (Don't Request It. I am a minor)

💔 Character X Character

💔 OC X Character

💔 Mentions of Non-Con

💔 Suicide and Self-Harm

💔 Mental Illnesses (I can't portray them properly)

💔 Oneshots

💔 Anything involving religion

💔 Yandere Things

💔 Pregnancy, Children

💔 Polyamory

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My Fandoms + Character I will/won't write for:

✅ Hanako-kun, Yashiro Nene, Minamoto Kou, Nanamine Sakura, Mitsuba Sousuke

❎ Yugi Tsukasa, Akane Aoi, Aoi Akane, Tsuchigomori, Minamoto Teru, Hyuuga Natsuhiko

✅ Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochaco, Jiro Kyoko, Yaoyorozu Momo, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hado, Mirio Togata, Toga Himiko

❎ Aoyama Yuga, Ojiro Mashiro, Sato Rikido, Koda Koji, Shoji Mezo, Sero Hanata, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hagakure Toru, Mineta Minoru

✅ Fujioka Haruhi, Suoh Tamaki, Ootori Kyoya, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Honey, Mori

❎ Basically Anyone Else

✅ Miia, Papi, Centorea Shianus, Meroune "Mero" Lorelei, Suu, Rachnera Arachnera, Zombina, Dopple, Manako, Tionishia

❎ Kimihito Kurusu, Lala, Ms. Smith, Polt

✅ Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri, Toko Fukawa, Genocider Syo, Aoi Asahina, Sayaka Maizono, Leon Kuwata, Chihiro Fujisaki, Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Celestia Ludenburg, Sakura Oogami, Mukuro Ikusaba, Hajime Hinata, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Akane Owari, Sonia Nevermind, Kazuichi Souda, Mahiru Koizumi, Peko Pekoyama, Ibuki Mioda, Mikan Tsumiki, Gundham Tanaka, Nagito Komaeda, Chiaki Nanami, Shuichi Saihara, Himiko Yumeno, Maki Harukawa, Rantaro Amami, Kaede Akamatsu, Kirumi Tojo, Angie Yonaga, Tenko Chabashira, Miu Iruma, Gonta Gokuhara, Kokichi Ouma, Kaito Momota, Kiibo

❎ Byakuya Togami, Hifumi Yamada, Yasuhiro Hagakure Junko Enoshima, Byakuya Twogami, Teruteru Hanamura, Hiyoko Saionji, Nekomaru Nedai, Tsumugi Shirogane

✅ Yumeko Jabami, Mary Saotome, Midari Ikishima, Yumemi Yumemite, Itsuki Sumeragi

❎ Runa Yomozuki, Kirari Momobami, Ririka Momobami

✅ Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Nezuko Kamado, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho

❎ Muzan Kibutsuji, Tamayo, Yushiro, Giyu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku

✅ Meliodas, Diane, Ban, King, Gowther, Merlin, Elizabeth, Derieri, Gloxinia, Melascula, Zeldris

❎ Escanor, Drole, Estarossa, Fraudrin, Galand, Grayroad, Monspeet

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Rules:

⭐ A limit of 5 characters (If they are part of a group, I may make an exception)

⭐ By cross-over I do not mean two characters from different worlds meeting (ex: Yumeko Jabami meeting Celestia Ludenberg) I mean concepts from one universe crossing over to another (ex: Y/N transfers from Hyakkaou Private Academy to Ouran High School, and struggles with the shift between environments)

⭐ I will mostly be writing gender nuetral readers so it's open for people of all genders, but upon request I may do specific genders.

⭐ Keep everything political and religious off my account. I don't want people getting into fights on my account so please keep your religion and political opinions to yourself.

⭐ I do not tolerate racism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia or anything like that. I want everyone to feel at home on my account so I will not tolerate slander upon any minority.

⭐ If you make a request be patient. It will take me a while to write something, so please wait I'll try to get something out in at max a week. So please don't bombard me with DM's about how long I'm taking.

⭐ Chances are there will be spoilers for every fandom mentioned so just be aware.

⭐ Please request in English. I don't speak any other language.

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Needed Links

Match-Up Requirements 

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And that's it. Feel free to ask questions and make requests. Please respect me and my pronouns. I hope you all have a great day/night. Bye

(GIFs used aren't mine. They belong to their rightful owners.)

[twosodas]

sneaking out - ririka momobami x gn reader

summary - ririka is left alone in the momobami mansion once again. she's planning on just sitting around and reading until kirari returns home. until you show up at her window and convince her to sneak out.

ririka is home alone. with her parents rarely being present and kirari often having to go to deal with business, she's often left to sit alone in the large mansion, reading or doing work until somebody returns home to order her around.

that was what she was planning to do on this evening. her parents, as always, were away. kirari was staying at the school to deal with some council affairs. so she was alone in her home. she had already accomplished all of her work for the evening, so she decided to spend the rest of the evening reading.

after choosing some generic book from the momobami mansions library (something about the history of gambling, no doubt containing the same facts and stories she'd read a hundred times) she decided to sit in one of the lounge rooms on the bottom floor of the mansion. this way she would know straight away if kirari happened to return home early.

some time after she had settled into one of the chairs, and began making progress with the book, she heard a faint tapping. she wondered for a moment if it could be kirari trying to mess with her, but when she checked the antique clock in the room it read 8:00 pm, much too early for kirari to be home. she heard the tapping sound again, and this time she looked around. when she looked at the window, she spotted your face through the glass. she was surprised for a minute, but when you beckoned her over to the window, she got up out of her seat and made her way to open it. she opened the window.

"y/n? what are you doing here?" she asked, surprised to find you outside her house at this time.

"well I came to see you! I'm not about to let my girlfriend spend the night in her house alone!" you replied, leaning against the windowsill and smiling at her.

"b-but it's so late! and how did you know I'd be home alone?" she was secretly very happy you'd been so thoughtful, she turned her head to hide her growing blush.

"I overheard kirari discussing some plans with sayaka earlier, they were talking about how they'd have to stay at the school late for them." you told her, shrugging. "and who cares how late it is? night time is the most fun time!!" you added enthusiastically.

"o-oh, I see...so, what do you plan on d-doing tonight?" she asked, curious to see if you had any actual plans for the night.

"oh, I was thinking I'd just hang around outside your window for a few hours, its pretty comfortable here y'know." you joked, and ririka couldn't help but giggle at your silliness. the sound of her laughter warmed your heart.

"haha...but really, what are we going to do?" ririka asked, still giggling.

"I was thinking we could just go for a little night-time stroll! watch the stars, dance in the moonlight, have fun!" you explained enthusiastically.

ririka was reminded of old romance novels she had read before. still, she couldn't help but appreciate your playfulness. your carefree, idealistic nature is what she likes about you. after a life of always being on edge, and being made to fit a strict image by her whole family, she's glad to have someone to be free with.

"so, what do you say riri?" you smiled at her hopefully. she couldn't possibly say no. but she was still worried. what would happen if kirari came home and ririka wasn't in the house? how would she explain? she knew her sister cared for her, but would she punish her in some way for leaving the house? if she told her the truth, would she disapprove of you, and get you into trouble at school?

"b-but y/n, my sister- if she comes home we could both get into troubl-" she started to ramble about her worries, but you cut her off.

"don't worry about that ririka!! your sister loves you, she wouldn't do anything to upset you, right? besides, it'll be so worth it, it'll be fun, I promise!" you smiled at her and took her hand to reassure her.

"o-okay...I'm sure you're right-" she smiled back at you softly.

with that, you helped her out of the window and onto the ground.

"s-so, where are we going now?" she asked, holding onto your arm lightly.

"ehh..." you looked around for a moment, considering which way to go, "how about...that way?" you pointed in the direction of the moon in the sky.

"sounds nice...l-let's go!" she agreed enthusiastically, smiling wide at you. you smiled back, leading her as she gripped your hand tightly.

you made her feel free. and what ririka needs more than anything is to be free.

(a/n: I might make a part 2 of this aksjskdsks)

[mirobami]

Oh.

My.

God.

That little story with Kirari and the arranged mariage you wrote was just perfect! I do hope you will write a sequel!

Anyways, here the third request (yes, I have a lot of requests lmao)

Ririka

Minigame: Hearts

Hand: Two pair (and I've found a pretty idea on another tumblr page, I don't quite remember who, but here is the trope : one where you share extreme physical sensation after you find the soulmate; if one of you hurts, the other one hurts; if one of you is getting lucky the other one gets a little hot and bothered

Anyways, something like that. I think it can be interesting! Thak you again for your amazing talent in writing!

↳ the bonded feelings

♠️ CHARACTER: r. momobami

♠️ MATCH: Hearts (Enemies to Lovers) + Two Pair (Soulmate!AU)

♠️ NOTE: YAYAYAYAYAYAY I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT I'm gonna have to keep track of which ones to make sequels for omg keep those requests coming in they're so interesting >:D

“For the last time, stop following me!” 

“I am not!”

You couldn’t see under Ririka’s mask but you knew that her face was flushed with anger towards you. You two had never gotten along since you first came into the school and were the first person to ever get the guts to demand to see who she is under her mask. She denied you at every turn, saying that she did not want you to see her. But due to you being her complete opposite, you gained an enemy just as well as her. 

When you weren’t focused on being her enemy, you had your sights on being the top gambler in the school. However, you couldn’t deny that there was something else itching at your brain: soulmates. At every turn, you would hear a gasp or a squeal and that was from someone finally finding their soulmate. You were told that some people had strings attached to their pinky fingers and finally found the person at the end of the strings while other people had a clock on their wrist, letting them know when they would meet their soulmate. 

Unlike everyone else, you didn’t have an obvious one. Yours was more discreet, and dare you say it? Slightly annoying. It was annoying how you would feel the worst feelings when you were at your greatest and you would feel a burst of manic happiness when you were crying into your pillow over something that happened earlier that day. Sometimes you were itchy all over and it wasn’t even a physical itch, which made you want to scream and claw at your skin. You didn’t even know who your soulmate was.

Now you were in the garden with Ririka right behind you and you finally whipped around to glare at her. “Look, I know that Kirari’s not here to cover for you so why don’t you hide behind your mask and go stand behind her like you always do?”

Your chest started to hurt as if you had heartburn but you don’t remember eating quickly this morning and your heart never did that when you were angry. Your soulmate was hurt.

Ririka’s ears were red and she stood her ground. She was much braver behind her mask, but it didn’t make her defiance any less great. “I’m not following you because I want to. This is the path to the secret garden I like to go to!”

“Oh yeah? It can’t be the same as mine.” You leaned against the tree and immediately jumped away from it with a yelp, rubbing your shoulder. However, it sunk in that Ririka had also jumped. Sometimes she giggled when you were accidentally hurt, but tried to quickly cover it up. This time, she jumped just as you did and her shoulder was hurt too. 

Oh no. Oh no. 

You pointed at her, declaring that you needed an answer. “There’s no way your shoulder hurts, you didn’t crash against the spiky part of a tree! Speaking of, cut it down, that was an offense to my entire bloodline.”

“First off, that tree is special to me. Second, my soulmate probably hurt their shoulder right now, that’s why I’m feeling it. I connect with my soulmate through what I’m...feeling...” Ririka stopped talking.

You froze. “Oh dear God, no.”

“I think we’re soulmates, Y/N.”

The birds in the tree comically flew away at your scream of agony and some people even said that they swore they saw some trees shaking out of the sheer power of the soundwaves of your scream. 

[marsbutterfly]

would you please do fluff prompt 2 with ririka momobami please <3

A Hint Of Courage

Mars' Valentine's Day Event

Prompt: "I’ve never felt this way before, and it scares me.”

It was an ordinary day. Class seemed like it had gone on forever and you feel as if you are about to fall asleep on the spot. Though now that you are done, it’s finally time to gamble, your favorite part of the day.

“Yumeko has that freakish expression on her face again,” Mary whispers close to your ear, one hand covering her lips to make sure nobody can understand her. In response, you laugh quietly, looking over at the black-haired girl.

“Are you going to try and beat her today?” You inquire, handing her the rigged cards she had asked you to guard with your life.

“I always come to beat her.” She responds, twirling her hair with the tip of her finger. You roll your eyes at her answer, knowing damn well she fails most of the time.

“Well, I’ll be watching.” You respond and Mary smiles, a shit-eating grin you are all too familiar with.

Once they begin, you can’t divert your eyes, no matter how hard you try. They go all out in some random bet you can’t quite understand the rules of but you are still rooting for Mary nevertheless while rooting for Yumeko silently, you couldn’t possibly choose between the two of them.

As things start to get heated and it comes down to the last point, a hand pulls you away from the crowd. It’s a touch you are quite used to but can’t seem to get enough of. Her fingers are delicate and soft, though her grip around your wrist is strong.

She drags you into the president’s office and you can tell that, behind that mask, resides a very nervous girl. Her hand shakes ever so lightly and you can hear her shaky breath.

“Are you ok, Ririka?” You inquire. Slowly, she removes the mask to reveal how much of a blushing mess she is. Tucking a strand of hair that rebels against her hairdo, you place a gentle kiss on her cheek which just causes her blush to deepen.

“I have to talk to you about something.” She whispers, gaze averting yours like it’s the plague.

“Is everything ok? You look nervous.” You say, watching as a few drops of sweat run down the side of her head.

“Y/N, I think…” She mumbles underneath her breath before stopping herself. A confused expression takes over your features and she lets out a small sound, similar to a cornered hamster.

“It’s ok. You seem scared, is someone messing with you?” You ask, placing both of your hands on her face and squeezing it gently, earning a smile out of her. She shakes her head in response to your question.

“No, that’s not it.” She says as she nuzzles herself against your touch, her hand touching your forearm.

“Ok, good. I was ready to turn someone into a mitten so fast.” You say. In response, she laughs quietly and it sends your heart ablaze.

Ririka takes a deep breath in, preparing herself mentally to tell you what she had been meaning to for weeks when she’s rudely interrupted by someone.

From afar, a voice begins to scream for the vice-president, a familiar voice you could recognize as Sayaka herself. Immediately, Ririka begins to desperately search for the mask to cover her face though it is nowhere to be seen.

As the voice gets closer to the door, you notice as tears begin to shine in her eyes, threatening to fall. So you reach for her hand, ever so gently getting her attention so she can focus on you alone.

“I will cover your face with my hands if I have to.” You say and it earns a genuine smile out of her. “Take a deep breath and think: where could it be?”

She pauses for a few seconds, eyes wandering around the room in the search for the white mask when finally they land on it, falling on the side of the couch. It most definitely fell when you pushed Ririka against the surface.

As Sayaka’s voice finally reaches the outside of the door, it suddenly stops. A quick yelp is the last thing you hear.

Unbeknownst to you, Kirari, who had her ear glued to the wooden surface, has Sayaka’s mouth covered by her hand, quietly urging her to remain quiet so she can hear the conversation going on inside her office.

“Maybe she ran into someone else,” Ririka speaks, no louder than a whisper. Her voice has always been so quiet that you have grown used to her mumblings.

“So, what is it that you want to tell me?” You say. Slowly you bring your lips closer to her and take in her warm breath. It smells like the strawberry gum she has in her mouth and you can’t help but close your eyes to take her in fully.

“I’m in love with you.” She says, out loud and at once, no sudden warning. You open your eyes to find a very scared girl, hands shaking and a tremble in her breath. "I’ve never felt this way before, and it scares me.”

Upon hearing what she had to say, the world around you seemed to stop. Anyone else that might exist just disappeared and all that matters is this moment between you and Ririka. Her lips quiver as she patiently waits for a response.

Instead of saying anything, you decide that actions speak louder than words and immediately your lips come crashing against her. It is as if your lips have a mind of their own as they dance around with Ririka’s.

The blonde-haired girl’s lips are soft, reminding you of a velvety pillowcase. Your body presses hers against the wall gently, hands holding her hips close while her arms wrap around your neck.

It’s a sensation you have been waiting far too long to feel it but it was more than worth the wait. Ririka hums against your lips, warmth blossoming in her chest much like flowers during the spring.

Once you separate from her in the hopes of getting some air in your lungs, your lips ghost above hers, falsely giving into another kiss.

“I promise I will keep your heart safe.” You whisper before giving her a small peck on the lips and it earns a bright smile out of her. Reaching for her mask, you assist her into putting it back on and finally, plant one last kiss on the cold surface.

Ririka extends her hand to you and you gladly take it, using the free one to open the door only to be welcomed by Kirari, Sayaka, and Mary, all of who was listening to your conversation with the blonde girl and you know that underneath the mask she is a blushing mess.

But before you have time to say anything, you notice the angry expression on Mary’s face.

“What the fuck? You left me there all alone!” She exclaims, raising her arms in the air and you force yourself to hold back a laugh.

“You lost, didn’t you?” You ask and the girl looks baffled.

“I - Well, you see - It actually - Yes.” She responds, looking down at the floor. She pulls out her tag in shame.

“We’ll give you your life plan tomorrow,” Kirari says and Mary nods, letting you a prolonged sigh.

Because tonight, it is all about celebrating you and Ririka.

[sunflower1experiment]

Danganronpav3 x Kakeguri reader (REMAKE)

Gonta

“GONTA KUN!!” You ran over and well hugged the taller male, burying your face into his chest. “Gontaaaa- where have you been.” How did you two ever hit it off? Everyone found you creepy, or scary or just strange. Gonta practically found you to be “Beautiful!”

“Gonta look for some bugs- but no found any so far. So Gonta look for you.” You coo, “My precious sweetie I’m always in my lab.”

By lab you meant the lunch room. Where you practically gambled everyone for their food, Kokichu tried to gamble- failed miserably. Ryoma even gambled, he almost won until you flipped the deck. Gonta was your personal cheerleader.

As for bug hunting, you always wore some gown to shield yourself from the sun and bugs, occasionally you’d be seen hanging with the butterflies and then there was the time you cried in Gonta’s arm because you thought you killed a bug.

Dorms, you have your own dorm that’s for sure. But sometimes this giant teddy bear would be found laying next to you on the bed.

Shower time? Oh yea…the boathouse is free but you enjoy alone time. The only time you go in is to wash this giant Teddy’s hair.

Don’t worry about kisses, just gentle headbutts and nuzzles. You’re the one who kisses him.

Shuichi

“You remind me of my sister’s lover…Ririka yes.” You held Shuichi’s chin. “As the descendant of saotome tree I’ll be your friend and your life gambler.” You flick a chip up the catch it, “I am the ultimate life gambler.” Introductions aside, he was a bit confused and afraid of you.

But you’re the most normal and sane one here when it came to investigating. However the trial rooms you’re different, you even told him before the trial. “Shuichi. These trials are a room of purgatory/ life and death….be warned I’m a different person. So please be patient with me as I plan to work in your favor.”

“Kirumi…why did you try to divert this trial?” Shuichi let you take over, he trusts you. Actually his trust towards you was stronger than anyone else’s, even if your actions were odd you still had the culprit crack. “But see- You failed to protect someone just now. Not only did you betray his trust.” You snatch her by the chin. “But now you’re a blackened. A morally incorrect, incompetent fool.” Your eyes suddenly gleam while she sweats. “I expect your execution to be beautifully prepared….underneath your web of lies.” Hugging her close she soon cracked. “(Y/N) that’s enough!” Shuichi held your arm until you dropped her.

You weren’t like this in the first trial. He noticed that, when Kaede died you were sentimental about it. You knew something was off….and yet kept quiet. The amount of regrets you had, you’d vent to Shuichi a few times but then break down for her sake. “I’m lying to myself Shuichi and- I can’t tell the truth…” he never understood.

Until the final trial. When Tsumugi finally caved in, the tears finally fell. “I’m so sorry! But- Ryoma died because he was suspect of tsumugi- someone out there could’ve been waiting and yet.” Shuichi held your arm. “It’s not your fault. Now let’s finally put an end to this cursed game once and for all.”

“Yea- let’s put an end to this hell hole.” You point forward. “Kiibo! I put our faith in you, consider this my final gamble as a fictional person.”

Korekiyo

Can you guess what you are to him? You’re like a little bunny, your shy attitude and firm stare as he tried to scare you away….it wasn’t scary it was just strange. “Why are you acting so creepy when you’re not?”

“Oh…kehehe, that’s the intention. I don’t really find myself making friends in this school…” you huff then held his hand. “I’ll be your friend.”

Of course friendship was soon to blossom into love, but you only felt that way. He was oblivious to it on account to his sister.

One day he was found mumbling to himself and you held his arm, “Korekiyo…you need to rest…” the male’s eyes stared into yours. “(Y/N)! my sister wishes to meet you someday.” You sit down then reach around him. “Kore…” suddenly a knife was pressed up to your neck.

You weren’t sure what scared you more, the fact that he wanted to kill you or the fact that he was shaking, “I’m messed up…” he then gets up. “So I should…see my sister myself.” You hug his leg. “No.”

It’s scary what trauma does to humans, but when he broke down that night and tried to hurt himself. You stayed by his side until he fell asleep, “I love you Korekiyo…”

As the ultimate Vice President: you knew protecting him would be hard but to actually have to shadow him, well you were scolded a few times. But he felt thankful for your care.

Free time with Korekiyo led to small tea parties and occasional explanations of cultures from towns Hes explored, you admired his intellect for the towns.

“(Y/N), I believe I’m healing through this pain because of you.” He leans in and took your hair. “I’m glad to have met you.”

Ryoma

“Come on in sweetie.” Ryoma looks up and his eyes widen, you walked in with a shy pursed pout. Looking up you spoke up, “I-I’m (Y/N)…veranir…I’m the ultimate life gambler.” You? A life gambler? But you’re so sweet.

You always wore a tarp over your head and of course he didn’t mind: he wore a beanie, “Hey.” You whisper then offer him a bag….it was a fish bag. “What’s it for?” You hide in your hood, “It’s for your kitten…to feed them.” He chuckles. “Kittens don’t need to do that Hun.”

He found out you were a cat person and you actually did act sorta soft vibe. But how did this correlate to your gambling, until someone cornered you…that someone was kokichi, “I know what you’re doing, and I’m not having it. So gamble with me- oh even better we can gamble for your boyfriend.” Silence, you play with your hands. “I don’t…like gambling..”

Ryoma had to walk in and stop the male. “Quit it Kokichi.” The male sighed, “Jeez you’re no fun…” he turns to you and his gaze softens as you tear up. “I’m only the ultimate gambler because I have a terrible addiction. I Wanna change for the better and at least gamble without going crazy.” He held your hand. “And you will. Come on.”

The two of you walked through this addiction, even though he was going through some stuff as well. You offered to listen to his tale of woe, which he did and of course you responded in a kitten term. By leaning on his head, “You’re my hero.” He chuckles, “Same with you kitten.”

Later on at some point you finally came out to Ryoma. “I-I’m in love with you! And I- I’ll gamble and bring you and I justice: I’ll get us a home and then we can get some kittens.” He blushed madly, “Hey um, girly…” you pause, “Hold still.” The male suddenly held your waist then kissed you.

“Okay okay, for hand.” You swing forward, “Backhand….Strike. And then there’s shukichi.” The male moves to the side swiftly and you try to perform that move with him. “Owie!” You stumble and land on the grass, “….It doesn’t usually work well with long legs.”

Quick headcanon, sometimes when you’re asleep or you both sleep together. He rubs your hair, then when he’s asleep with you the male always finds a way to get comfortable in your arms. Just don’t ask to get spooned, he likes big spoon and you being little spoon is literally what makes his face red.

On some occasions however when you did get high from gambling he’d hold your shoulder while you pant heavily, “I’m fine I’m fine-“ “Good, there’s nothing wrong with a gambling addiction and there’s nothing wrong with being careful…” you sigh before breathing normally. “Good, now…show the cards.” You set the cards down then flip them. The opponent before you was taken away whilst you held the cash, “Ryoma. We can live together now.”

As much as he loved living with you: he was a little jealous of his kitten. “How come you cuddle (Y/N) and not me?” The kitten laid on your lap only to meow as you pick him up then pat your lap with a smile, “I know you and bubbles both enjoy some cuddles.” Ryoma laid on your lap comfortably and purred a bit whilst your finger rubbed over his cheek and hair. “I love you.” “Love ya too kitten.”

[i-wont-ever-leave]

Could you do something about a futa dating the kakegurui girls?

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