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[that1-storyteller]

Every Little Experience <3

BLLK Boys (mainly Karasu) x ???? reader (Fem!)

Warnings: Foul language, uhm I’m not sure yet I’ll just figure it out along the way. Gory descriptions, heavily traumatized reader, biases against guys, sarcasm lol.

Blue lock. Two words. Two little words, and behind them was an opportunity of a life time. Uncle Ego Was hired by a woman he called Anri-Chan, to make the world’ s best striker. You may not know much about the sport, but you knew this was huge.

Ego always included you any anything he did, in some way or another. Though this was by far the furthest he’d ever gone to involve you.

You were going to work in blue lock with him. As his assistant. As great as it was to build up experience as a sixteen year old getting into tech and psychology, Ego was…less than ideal to work with. He was demanding to an absurd degree, great, right? In the end, he is your uncle and provides great experience and opportunities. It, in the long run, was worth it.

But you pissed him off, so your first day in the eerie ass building, you were stuck doing maintenance checks and cleaning. Fuck. All you did was rig his noodles…wasn’t that serious, damn… and karma was pretty instant with that prank, you tripped on the rug and face planted immediately after the trap was set. Your poor eye. Bruised on your first day of work.

Now, like the soon-to-be candidates of Blue Lock, you were stuck living there. You were allowed to have your phone, you had your own room, bathroom, etc. It was fairly nice compared to what you observed what the candidates were being treated with. You also, depending on how many tasks you did and how well the job was done, got to pick your meals. Courtesy of your uncle. You got to come in a few days prior to decorate your space as you wished, go over the rules, learn the layout, etc. It was an uncomfortably large building, to say the least.

The biggest rule, or at least the one Uncle Ego and Anri-Chan emphasized the most was,

Limit your contact with the players.

Easy enough. You had no interest in a bunch of (most likely) stuck up, narcissistic jocks who only care about soccer. To be fair, here they were literally fighting for their futures that revolved around soccer, it would be understandable to be desperate and focused, no? Like rats in a cage, attached to a man’s face with one side lit ablaze. Desperate, scared, and tearing into each other just to survive. A raw instinctual thing, really. Always enjoyable to observe…

Well, anywho, not people you’d want to interact with.

So here you were, setting each and every room to be perfect, all because Ego was petty over a prank.

Last quarters, team Z’s. Each sleeping bag was perfectly laid out, the bathrooms organized, towels folded. What a shame it would be, hard work waisted on slobbish boys… sigh. They’d be here tomorrow, and the experiment would begin. Hurray!

…

Your alarm blared in your ears, the sun rising, though you couldn’t see it. No windows, how unfortunate. You sluggishly dressed, very casual clothing for today, you decided. You threw on leggings and a large hoodie, putting on a smidge bit of make-up as well. It fit the occasion. Today you’d be greeting the candidates and handing them their…uniforms? Outfits? You weren’t sure exactly what to call those uncomfortably skin tight data collectors. The word would come to you later, you were sure.

This was the only time you were allowed to purposely converse with the subjects- er hmm, “diamonds in the rough”, as Uncle Ego called them. In your eyes, they were kind of like lab rats. Soccer gods in the making, was a nice way to put it. Poor boys didn’t know what was coming, you felt….only slightly guilty to be apart of their torment. Only slightly.

…

Through the doors they charged, a large herd of brawny, muscle-headed, boys.

“Anri-Chan, I don’t particularly wan’t to be the one to take their phones. It’s like taking crack from an addicted drug dealer, bad news. I fear they’ll bite me, males my age are a bit peculiar, no?”

Anri laughed, finding your bias against guys hilarious. As well as the way you spoke, so odd for a sixteen year old. So amusing to her.

“Y/N! They won’t bite! God, what, do you think they’re wild animals?”

“They may as well be,”

She snorted.

Guy after guy retrieved his suit and info. Many grumbling about the rules, some refusing to giving up their addiction device. After some fierce battles and trickery, they gave it up. Willingly or not. Then navigated their way to their rooms. A sweet looking boy walked up, eyes wide with …maybe it was anxiety, or just uncertainty? You couldn’t tell, maybe a mixture of both.

“Hello Miss, I’m sorry but I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not great with direction. Could you help me? Oh god, am I being a bother? I shouldn’t have asked, I’m so sorry!” He was so quick to panic…

“Hey, hey, don’t fret, you aren’t a bother dear. It’s my job to help, let me guide you,” You baby talked him a bit, it oddly felt necessary with his anxious, meek demeanor.

You waved to Anri, letting her know you’d be gone, and walked with the anxious boy. He was muscular, obviously so. You found humor in how anxious he was for someone who could’ve easily beat the ever-loving crap out of anyone. He had short brown hair and eye-catching forest green iris’s. You found them lovely. They were large and noticeable, very cute. If only he’d stand straight, with correct posture he’d be tall, definitely would help him in the long run. More attractive, even…

“What team are you assigned to, dear?”

“Team A, I-I’m Tokimitsu, by the way…” He stumbled over his words, his nerves messing with him oh so obviously. He fidgeted around with his fingers. Poor guy probably needed therapy and meds.

“I’m Y/N, nice to make your acquaintance, Tokimitsu-sama. What led you to be here? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

He ranted a bit, he seemed to loosen up after you gave a conversation starter. He kept spewing soccer facts like it was his job, very cute. His love of soccer was impressive, but so would be everyone else’s. It would have to be, to end up in Blue Lock. You listened to him ramble as you showed him to his team’s room, adding your thoughts here and there.

…

Every so often people would catch your eye, their hairstyles, accents, outfits, posture, etc. Many unique and out there, those of which you loved to observe. Though, the comments from the tall, tan, blonde guy with pink ends were definitely not necessary…soccer perv.

Someone who really caught your eye, was a purple haired boy. He had a cute mole by his eye, hmm. You couldn’t find a perfect word to match it with. Made you feel weird, in a pleasant way. He was tall, as were many of the participants here, an air of confidence clung to him. Though, you had a feeling… mmm… maybe you were overthinking him. Over analyzing. When he spoke, oh when he spoke…sharp, intellectual, pleasant, hell it soothed a part of your brain you didn’t know needed soothed. Oddly everything about him tugged at your heart. What the fuck. He wasn’t even really polite, his gaze seemed judging. The same gaze you laid upon other people. The people you often deemed boring and a waist of time. Now on you. The look, about to title someone mediocre. You knew it, so similar to your own… He was so….interesting. Made your brain buzz with thought mere moments after laying eyes on him. If you were to struggle to not converse with any candidates, it would be him. Your brain wandered to the wonderful conversations you could have and analyze. Oh, and his eye’s fought yours as well. You thought Tokimitsu’s were nice, but this boy’s took lovely to a whole new level. Breath taking. Enchanting, if you dared. His hair reminded you of something, you just couldn’t think of it at the moment…a certain animal. Hmmm.

“Hey Miss, why should I hand over my phone to you, you don’t look particularly responsible. What if you lose it, or damage my property? Hm?”

You blinked and snapped out of it.

“I’m only following orders. If harm were to come to your addiction device of devil, then you’d be fully repaid. You’d receive a new device as well as money.” You gave a slightly irritated smile. Though he was charming, he’d be a pain in the ass. Much like how you imagined how doing his hair in the morning was. “Please hand it over, sir-“

“Tabito Karasu,” He interrupted.

“Mr. Karasu, then.”

He handed it over and you gently placed it in the bag, so he was reassured it was fine. Though, you suspected he didn’t actually care all that much.

“You certain you’re qualified to work here?” You’re sure he’s referring to your casual outfit, sure it wasn’t fancy like Anri’s but why would you get dressed up to greet a bunch of lab rats? Hm?

“Very.”

Oh, what an interesting experience this was going to be.

Pt.1 |Pt.2 Coming soon!|

[that1-storyteller]

A class loser <3

Pt. 1

Warnings: Smut, angst, bullying, strong language, voyeurism, parents need a divorce, mental illness

Female reader. Legit a classic loser, apologies in advance.

Naoya x fem!reader

Music blasted in your ears, drowning out your arguing parents. Gods, why couldn't they get a divorce!? As much as they said they stayed together for you, you would've been much happier if they just split the fuck up!

"Cigarette" by Shaya Zamora started playing, your current favorite song. Your comfort song. Within a few seconds it felt as if your world had melted away and everything was alright. The lyrics felt heavenly, like rain in a foggy forest. Where the sun didn't bother and it was quiet, no human ruckus to disturb you.

Unfortunately, the song was only a couple minutes long, and so was your perfect daydream as your father burst into your room. The cornflower blue door swinging open, black handle colliding with the wall and leaving a small dent. Great.

"Y/N! Grades! Now!" His demanding tone left you wide-eyed. He'd never EVER demanded for anything from anyone, at least not in this tone. He was a strict man no doubt, but calm and polite.

You were so screwed.

Your teacher must have finally emailed about your F in history. Damn it. Bomb one test and it all goes down hill...okay maybe not one...more like two, or three... Actually you've bombed a lot lately. Going from an A+ student to F's and D's. A shitty environment will do that to you.

Slowly, you blinked and got up, grabbing your phone and pulling up your grades. Japanese history was by far the worst grade, but the others weren't great either. F, D, C-, D+, etc. His angry eyes scanned over them, his eyes expressing enough. Taking the phone from your hand and pocketing it.

"Say bye to your phone and wifi until you get these grades up, girl. Oh, art supplies too."

What.

No way in hell! The art supplies were yours! You bought those or they were gifted to you!

"But father-"

"Shut up, disappointing children don't deserve to speak up." Ouch. A line you've heard far too often lately.

"Yes, sir." With a nod, he left. Leaving your door wide open and heart bruised. No music, no art, no escape. With shaky hands you reached up and removed the single Bluetooth earbud you had. Gently placing the precious object back in its grey silicone case. Hell, that's what this was.

At this point the only way to escape was to sleep. Soft, fluffy blankets that smelled like childhood were one of the most comforting things in vulnerable times. Who cares if you didn't shower first, or burst your teeth, or take your meds, or... Whatever. Just sleep and hope you don't wake up, or at least wake up in a better place.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The painfully familiar sound of your morning alarm went off. Fuck. It's Monday. Fuck.

The house was silent, meaning mother and father had left for work. Thank the gods. "Fuck this shit, this shit hole of a place should just burn already." You cursed the house you were caged within, locked away to rot in bed.

Maybe today would be peaceful, that is, if he isn't there.

[that1-storyteller]

Starstruck

Pt. 1

Suguru x fem!reader

Warnings: Gore, angst

"Shoko! Shoko! Wait up!" The giggling girls ran through the grassy field. It was so sunny! Of course it was the perfect place for two kids to run free! So what if the grass was a little itchy and your ankles were dewy?

"Hurry up, slowpoke!" An equally smiley brown haired girl hollered back to you. She ran ahead, leading you to the old dirty fence. Shoko hopped up and patted the space beside her. "Sit,"

You hopped up, leaning into her. "I told you it was a good choice to stay here on break,"

"Oh whatever, smarty pants!" Gentle smiles blessed their faces; Their young, innocent, sweet, beautiful faces. They were only eight after all, not a care in the world as they spent their summer break on your grandparents farm. Shoko's arm wrapped around Y/N's shoulder, pulling her closer.

"Shoko, whaddya think we're eating for dinner today?" Your bright eyes gazed into her brown ones.

"Why don't we go ask?" You nod. Jumping off the fence with a little "hup" and taking off.

"Last one there is a rotten egg roll!" Shoko grinned at the challenge and sprinted after you. Wind whipped both your faces as you ran against it. You hop over the thin brook, glancing behind to see Shoko a mere few feet behind.

What was that behind her?

Oh god, it was hideous! Was that an arm hanging from it's mouth!? It looked slimy but dry. Grey and red hues painted it's rough looking skin. How many eyes did that creature have!? Too many to count! It's going to hit Shoko!

"Shokoo! Look out!" Your scream rang out, echoing across the open field. "Shoko!"

She barely moved out of the way, a narrow miss for sure. She tumbled to the ground, scrapping up her palms and knees. Her jean shorts didn't provide the eight year old much protection.

The creature's arms were like some sort of whip. Leaving giant gashes in the coarse dirt. It's teeth looked so sharp!

"Are you okay!?" You darted over, kneeling beside her.

"I think my ankle is twisted, just go! Go get gramps! I'll be okay!" Shoko, was a terrible liar. Your kind heart would never leave a friend behind. So, you slung her arm over your shoulder. "Just try your best, c'mon we're so close," Shoko tried her best, using her good leg to push them forward. "GRANDMAAA! GRANDPAAA! MAMA! SOMEONE PLEASE!"

The creature moved for another attack, slinging its arms about wildly. Thinking quickly, you pushed Shoko one way and yourself the other. Had you not, both of you would have been sliced to bits and left as nothing but a bloody mess on the ground.

With wide, fearful eyes you checked to see if Shoko was okay.

Her eyes were closed, she laid limply on the ground. A dull but large looking rock resided near her head, bloody. The rise and fall of her chest was visible still, meaning she was just knocked out.

Running as fast as your little legs could take you, you shielded her body with yours.

"Papa please save us, somebody...please," Desperate please spilled from your little mouth.

Someone must have been listening, because your father screamed like hell as he attacked the monster. Soft but firm hands guided you away, as you looked back, an unpleasant sight awaited for you.

Your grandma, grandpa, and dad fighting that thing. Grandpa's arm was nowhere to be seen. Blood. A lot of blood, but you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Mother rushed you inside and sat Shoko's still unconscious form next to you.

"Stay here, don't leave till Mama says you can, okay?" You nod. "I'll be back, keep your friend company. I love you."

She walked out, some sort of blade in hand that a little eight year old mind couldn't name. Curiosity and fear nagged at your mind, so with shaky hands you pushed yourself up to the window.

Blood. Blood. Blood. That's a lot of blood.

A leg hung from one of the monster's mouths. Two bodies laid strewn across the ground. Intestines hung out and decorated the grass, who they belonged to no one could tell.

Suddenly, your food decided it didn't want to be digested anymore. Within seconds of seeing the gory sight you vomited.

That was the last thing you remembered from that day, eight years ago.

The day you were shoved into Shoko's world, the one of jujutsu sorcery.