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[venomous-qwille]

FIrst attempt at drawing clip.exe from GITM! I avoided designing him for a while cause there are a lot of elements I wanted to include that are difficult/pain in the ass to draw! Clip.exe is [REDACTED].

Ghost in the Machine AU is a DCAverse style AU set in the future, where an eccentric collector of Superstar Daycare memorabilia hoards the rarest and most elusive of treasures from the (long defunct) Fazbear Entertainment Company: the Daycare Attendant animatronic line. The story of the AU follows this motley group of DCA animatronics brought together from all over the world, as they try and figure out what living looks like.

[ID: a digital art of clip.exe, an ethereal, smokey, glitchy version of eclipse, he has four arms and his body is dark and jagged, colour flakes off him in glitches and sharp shapes. The colour palette is dark red and blue with bright pops of pink and cyan. /END ID]

[jazzzzzzhands]

So anyways i was gonna wait for like a HUGE ref to put together

BUT im impatient and i have a short attention span!!

Here's me! Here is Jazz!! Puppetsona!!

Just a head shot for NOW!

ReDesigning her! And honestly if she isnt kinda different everytime i draw her, i probably died, cause i'm the MOST inconsistent person there is!! And she is too!!

She is a bear!!

She is so so Hyper and Happy!!

and she's silly! and she's doting!

and she's yearning! and shes fussy! and overBearing! (ahahaha)

and she struggles sometimes to process new things but she's figuring that out too!

She is WHIMSICAL and she's loving!

and she looks at the world with wide and sparkling eyes!!

and she believes in Magic!!

She is simply! a Collector!! She collects everything that makes her Happy! Toys, Art, Stones, Flowers, Coins, Teapots, Clown dolls, Art supplies,Memories, Dreams, and any little random thing!!

You will probably see me doodle her and change her hair, her colors, her clothing,her height, ect, but here is a taste of the sort of things she wears!!

She Doesn't wear shoes!!

and she IS! a little bit magical

Those pockets are deeper than they should be!

and Things simply seem to happen around her!!

She has a Hugtime Bracelet! Yes, from Trolls!!

Because i said she can!!

Feel free to ask me Any questions about her!!

[spokenforinvaliduser]

[16-bitenthusiast]

Feel like blogging again.

[athetos]

I don’t know what this means but this feels very important. Earth-shatteringly important. I’ve been given a quest and I don’t even know what it is.

[duckdotcom]

traditionally the dead would be buried with coins on their eyes or in their mouth so that they could insert them within the 10 second countdown to continue playing and cheat death yet again. the practice fell out of fashion largely due to the invention of the home console

[squoxle]

HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?

Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷

Ride Me ~ L.HS

pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)

“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.

You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.

Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.

A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.

A claw machine filled with plushes.

A retro fighting game.

And a two player motorcycle game.

Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.

“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.

“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.

Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.

"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.

You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.

You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.

"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.

Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.

"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.

You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.

"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.

"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.

"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.

"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.

"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.

"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.

"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.

He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.

As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.

At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.

He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.

You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.

He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."

Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.

You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.

He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.

Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.

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[reallyromealone]

Seconde chapter of little god?

It just came out so you dont have to

Title: little god 2

Fandom: Jujutsu kaisen

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Megumi, itadori, nobara

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: -

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader fluff, god reader

Notes:

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Every morning was the same routine, Gojo woke up his tiny son who ran around in circles in the yard before coming in for some breakfast that consisted of a variety of foods for the little gods health, (name) pleased as he ate fish and other dishes "thank you papa!" He said as his tail swished, dressed in a more casual yukata compared to his godlier look "no prob, kiddo" Gojo said as he drank his coffee and ate his own meal, smiling at the difference in their tableware.

(Name) Had a cute kid set with zoo animals and plastic cutlery and Gojo with nice china "so today, we get to meet friends of papa"

"Su?"

"No no, not Suguru but he will be there later" Gojo chuckled as the boy looked confused "they're papas students, remember how I told you that I was a teacher?"

" we go?"

"After breakfast we are going" Gojo said happily and (name) bounced excitedly and continued eating his food.

(Name) Sat on his dad's arm as he was carried into the school grounds and Gojo watched as his kid sniffed around curiously "you sniffing, bud?" Gojo teased his son who looked focused "monster" (name) said as coldly as a toddler could as he locked onto Yuji who was waiting with the others at the steps "you can smell sukuna?" Gojo asked and (name) hissed at the mention of the king of curses "you know him?"

"Smelly man"

Gojo cackled at his son who wiggled to be put down, holding his dad's hand as they walked to the student's who looked at the child curious "uh, should a child be here?" Nobara asked as the little one dead stared Yuji "(name), these are papas students" Gojo pushed the boy forward "this is (name), he's my son~ isn't that right?" He crouched to the toddler who pulled some coins and held them out to the teens "it's you!" A mouth opened from Yuji's cheek "smelly!" (Name) Yelled angrily as his horns appeared "whoa, dont go fighting" Gojo held his son back who was ready to throw down.

"Pathetic little cretin, I could rip you--""aaand that's enough!" Gojo lifted his hellion son who tried kicking his dad's student with a growl "we will train at 1130, head to class you three!" he said cheerfully and took his little one away, Yuji tripping up the stairs as if he had two left feet "did you give him misfortune?" Gojo asked the tot who looked angry and frustrated "I know you don't like sukuna, none of us do but you can't hurt my student" he scolded the boy who pouted.

(Name) Was eating salmon and broccoli with cheese while his dad trained the students, abandoning the chop sticks in favor for his dragon form, tail swishing happily as he dived in. "Alright, we will be splitting into twos, let's work with people you aren't used to being teamed with" Gojo paired them up, seeing as his son watched curiously now in human form, face messy as his chubby hands held a piece of salmon "let's do some sparing, I will be right back" Gojo walked to his son and lifted him up "let's clean you up"

"I heard you had a son, didn't believe it" a Zenin clan higher up stated while staring at the toddler, the Gojo duo walking to the rest room "I do have a son, is that a problem?" Gojo stated coldly while adjusting the boy who looked between them, seeing papas glare and decided to match it.

Is it true he's... A god?" They tried to step closer but Gojos infinity halted him from doing so "if you don't mind, we have some business to attend to" the two walked off and (name) stuck his tongue at the Zenin member who glared back.

(Name) Let his dad wash him up, babbling nonsense happily "after school, uncle Suguru is meeting us to take you shopping" Gojo spoke softly, he loved telling his son everything that was happening and their plan. He wanted his son to be included and able to make choices- something he didn't get as a child.

"Susu?" (Name) Asked curiously and Gojo chuckled "yeah, susu"

[lilacxquartz]

I saw from your post back in october that you might do requests.. for reigen arataka... teehee

What if the loser man got drunk while hanging out with reader , and as reader's holding reigen's hair back when throwing up, he confesses to them drunk.. 👁👁💧💧💧💧

untimely confessions;

reigen arataka x reader

plot: after a night on the town and an unfortunate morning of you nursing the guy, reigen confesses something special — themes: fluff, romance, confession, reigen being reigen — cw: alcohol, sickness — w.c: 1.4k • masterlist

a/n: ahah, you bet i can! this insert can be read as gender neutral so feel free to insert as you’d like 🫶

Out of all of the things you thought you would do in life—going on a date with Reigen Arataka was never one of them.

You bumped into him by chance initially, recognising him as your once good friend that you had long drifted apart from and somehow, by the end of the discussion, you found yourself not only exchanging details and texting him just like old times, but also agreeing to go out for a drink with him.

And so, there you were by the end of the evening, hunched over a bar stool, watching on with fascination as the guy really tried to haggle the fixed bar price for drinks, completely unashamed of what he was attempting to do.

After a while, Reigen then swooped back in to your side, leaning shoulder to shoulder with you as he proudly presented a bottle of partially open sake, and what appeared to be two egg cups instead of glasses.

You couldn’t help but warily sigh as a result, wondering just what strange trouble you were getting yourself into. Though, if you had to be truly honest, you did suppose that he was entertaining and after a while, you found yourself listening to one of his many overly exaggerated stories, where he claimed to be something close to a god.

(Despite you knowing fully well, that he was in fact, a conman.)

“I’m telling you,” he continued, trying to cosy up to you at the same time, “I’m that kid’s hero,” he emphasised, trying to prove a point, “I saved him and now I’m paying him back with my masterful expertise and techniques—”

“Such as your ‘salt technique’?” you couldn’t help but point out, reluctantly taking a sip from the egg cup.

Reigen faltered slightly, but kept on going, unable to let his pride suffer, “It’s an ancient special technique, ghosts hate salt, probably.”

Your eyes widened as did your smile. “Oh sure, let’s go with that. Ghosts famously hate salt –that’s right.”

Reigen seemed to ignore your sarcasm, pushing past it, or perhaps was oblivious to it altogether. Instead, he knocked back yet another drink all the while you were still sipping on your second. You didn’t quite trust the state of this bar—Reigen was fine, he was seedy, but only as a conman—it was just the fact this bar was empty on a Friday night that was offputting.

(Or maybe, it was somehow impressive?)

Noticing your thoughtful expression, however, Reigen swept in with the moves, something he called one of his special techniques, coining the ability as ‘masterful flirtation’. “You know,” he murmured, dropping his voice to a low, slurring drone, “I don’t just bring anyone here,” he revealed, swinging his arm around your shoulders. “No, no… this place is special. You can feel it too, right? Psychic to psychic. It has a sort of… unique energy, perhaps attuned to fulfill your wildest dreams come true.”

You blinked, plucking his arm off of you.

“Reigen, please,” you sighed, shaking your head, “the only thing that this place is attuned to is food poisoning.”

He nervously laughed in response, trying to shake off his failed attempt at winning your heart, quickly retreating to renew his cup of sake, hastily forcing it down with one big gulp.

Soon though, he grew almost comically drunk, with his cheeks all rosy and his posture swaying back and forth. He could barely hold his ground, all the while, you were completely fine. You sighed as you physically had to wrangle him out of ordering more, dragging him out of the bar and into the cool air that met you both from the second you slipped outside.

“You smell so nice,” he slurred as he leaned his into you, trying to find his balance, while you instead tried to drag him back home, “so, so nice…”

“Uhuh, follow the scent home, I suppose,” you muttered under your breath, “what way do you live exactly?”

Reigen pointed in a whole slew of directions, eventually leading you back towards his consultation office. You blinked, turning to face him while he hadn’t a clue what was going on. “Do you live in your office or are you just confused?”

“It saves money, alright?” he whined slightly, though quickly schooled his reaction to mean something prideful instead, “I’m good with frugality, you see.”

“More like good at giving yourself the worst hangovers,” you shook your head, your voice laced with a hint of sympathy, “did you really have to drink that much, Reigen?”

He rolled his eyes back at you, dismissing your concerns with the wave of his hand. “It’s fine. I’ve done this before. I’ve got a gut made of steel, I totally can handle—” he burped, swallowing something rather unpleasant down, “...hold that thought.”

Your eyes widened in the realisation of what was yet to come. “Oh, god.”

Quickly, Reigen dipped a hand into the pocket of his slacks, planting the key right into your hand. In a flash, you opened up the door, tugging him upstairs and letting go of him briefly as he stumbled towards the bathroom. You reluctantly followed him, figuring that you might as well see him through this unfortunate experience, feeling a little bad about what could potentially happen should you leave him alone.

“This sucks,” Reigen moaned all the while, flinging his forward once again, “but you don’t,” he added in between breaths, focusing on you between the bouts of nausea, “you’re so good to me, even when I get so embarrassing,” he sighed, feeling the shame settle in. “Why’d you even come out with me tonight?”

“I’m starting to ask myself that…” you trailed off before shaking your head, choosing to play the role of who he needed you to be right now, a good, helpful friend, he’s done that for you in the past too, “but no, really, I just wanted to catch up. We go way back, right?”

His lips melted into a lazy smile, his eyes glazed and red as he focused on you for a moment more than he had meant to. “Yeah, I suppose we do… besides, I… I had a really good time with you, I’ve got to say,” he admitted, “I missed hanging out like this,” he paused, “well, not like this… but you know, just out, together.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame you still can’t hold your liquor though, maybe we should figure out something else to do the next time I’m in town,” you suggested.

“The next time?” Reigen paused, seeming surprised. “You mean… you’re still willing to hang out with me?”

You rolled your eyes in response. “Of course, I know what you’re really like. One night of you being drunk out of your mind is nothing I can’t handle. Maybe we should go bowling? Or try an escape room? I feel like those types of things could be fun.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he nodded in agreement, regretting the decision to do so as yet more alcohol left his body, “but… maybe when I’m not dying. I feel like this is really it actually… this is how I’ll go.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “You’re fine. You’re not dying. I’ll make sure of it. Stay right here and I’ll pop over to a convenience store, alright? I’ll get you something that you can actually keep down and not suffer of dehydration too much the next day.”

Reigen nodded, waiting for your return. He continued to be sick all the while, gripping onto the porcelain throne for his dear life. By the time you had come back though—he seemed in an even worse shape than before, his eyes wide, almost manic—locked onto you like you were some sort of divine saviour.

Just as you were about to tell him to take a few slow sips of the drink though, he spoke up first before you ever had the chance.

“I love you.”

You froze as soon as you heard it. “You what?”

He lifted his chin slightly, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours with an affectionate stare. It was so strange, but he seemed to be genuine as if this was a truth that he had known deep in his gut for the longest time.

“I mean it,” he continued, “I love you.”

You stared at him for a long time, trying to gauge whether or not it was a joke, but again, he very much meant it—it was obvious, even.

“You’re drunk,” you dismissed initially, handing him the bottle.

“So? I don’t have to be sober to understand my feelings,” he argued, “you didn’t have to do all of this either, but you did because you’re amazing, and I… was always too much of a coward to say it, but… I love you.”

You remained silent beyond that point, a million thoughts running through your head at once.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, leaning forward, before realising that he was covered in sick and then leaning back slightly as a result, giving you some space.

“Aw man,” you lightheartedly sighed, “why’s this working?”

It was honestly ridiculous when you really thought about it, but there was something oddly endearing about everything that had unfolded that night. With anyone else, you would have run for the hills if they put you through what they did tonight, but the fact that you felt comfortable enough with Reigen to keep going, obviously said a lot about how you felt, too. As much as you hated to admit it, you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

He laughed at your unsure response, seemingly on the verge of tears. Oh, what a pathetic man. You were absolutely so sure that you did in return, but you couldn’t admit such a thing to him while he was covered in sick.

No, he had to be cleaned up, looking at least 40% presentable to society.

Besides, you were looking forward to seeing him become impossibly flustered, maybe even panicked at the prospect of his drunken confession catching up to him when he was sober.

Oh, you couldn’t wait for that, in fact.

Just thinking about what he’d say then.

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ real bad gyal, eren jaeger

some old eren draft i had

“you know using him to make jean jealous aint really gon work, right?” you look over at your friend. her blond hair rested in waves as the makeup she wore shined, even in the dim light.

tiffany rolls her eyes. “of course it will. they’re friends.”

you twisted your face in response, “well…i wouldn’t exactly call it frie—“ tiffany cuts you off by handing you her drink and presenting herself better. she was preparing to go over and shoot her shot with local plug, eren, who was hosting the party with his buddies ony and connie. you never really interacted with eren a whole lot like that, but from what you heard, tiffany was not exactly…his type.

you wave your friend off as you lean up against the wall, awaiting her return. your eyes follow her over to the boy smoking a wood as he leaned against the countertop, laughing and enjoying his time with armin and connie.

you wouldn’t even call yourself friends with tiffany. she was just someone you had the majority of your classes with, and the only thing you shared in common with her was that you both had the same exact schedule as eren, and sometimes connie and ony. connie was a close friend of your brother’s so, that was the only reason why you were tight with him, and even ony.

tiffany approaches eren with a pretty smile on her face as she slickly inserts herself into the conversation with the guys. connie looks down at her with a weird look, unsure of exactly where she came from, but continues in with his story anyway.

you take a sip of your own drink and your mind can’t help but wander to how you were gonna cram for your anatomy and physiology exam in a week. you felt underprepared, and that anxiety clearly showed in your face as you dozed off into the atmosphere, mentally gone from the rowdy atmosphere around you.

“holon, check this,” connie scoffs as he makes his way to you. your attention is grabbed when the fully tatted boy nudges you. “yo, y/n,” you hum in response, facing him. in your peripheral, you could feel eren’s eyes move over to you, and now it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows. he’s seen you around campus sometimes, but you ran in totally different groups. he’s heard about you from mikasa’s study sessions sometimes, but that was bout it.

you peak his interest when connie begins begging you to backup his street cred in ball playing, causing you to laugh. you quickly cover your mouth feeling as if your laugh was loud and horrible, but it’s hard to compose yourself when connie is begging you to prove his point in beating your brother in basketball nearly every weekend.

“bro come on tell the guys!” giggling, you finally agree and walk up to the group hanging out in the kitchen. pouring yourself some more sprite in your cup, you make your way over to where connie, eren and ony were arguing.

“has this been going on all night?” you lean over and ask armin.

he rolls his eyes in response. “since last week. ony and eren doubted con’s basketball skills and the three of them have not been able to shut up since.” you could tell the poor blonde was tired of the bickering between the group.

“i just don’t believe you!” eren exclaims. “you claim to win with de’ondre every weekend but when you ball with us, you suck ass!”

your eyes widen at the insult. so he did know your brother. he was his plug after all. you turn to connie wondering if he was gonna say something back, but the boy shook his head and turned to you. “you de’s lil sister? miss crybaby?” a smirk forms on his lips as he teases you.

you roll your eyes at the nickname your brother coined you for his friends. “sure. we’ll go with that.”

the rest of the night is filled with giggles and laughs as you hang out with the boys. within half an hour, you leave to get yourself another drink, and eren follows after you.

the boy holds out a wood to you before asking, “you smoke?” as you looked down at the drug and before you could even get an answer out, eren waves you off and reaches behind his ear to pull out a blunt. “my bad. ladies don’t smoke woods.”

you give him a look, knowing damn well his customers say otherwise. “don’t you sell girls woods on campus?”

“not the pretty ones,” eren scoffs. “that your friend over there?” eren gestured his head over to where tiffany stood, pretending to be busy on her phone.

you shrug your shoulders and begin to pour yourself out some juice. “not really. just classmates.” you admit honestly. you and tiffany really weren’t that close. you had other friends you were closer to, and and she just wasn’t one of them.

“damn,” eren mutters. he felt like you were slightly cold. but in fact, you were just brutally honest. he liked that. “never heard someone get classmate-zoned before. that’s a new one, god damn.”

you roll your eyes in response. “we not really cool like that. we just got some classes together is all. she’s in your class.”

“hm,” eren hummed in response. “you in my class too?”

“i have been since freshman year,” you roll your eyes again. eren barely payed attention to things. “anyways, she was just tryna use you to make her ex boyfriend jealous.”

eren digs back into his memory to figure out who tiffany’s boyfriend could be. “wait that’s jean’s girl?!” tou nod your head in response and lean against a closet door. “that’s crazy.”

“why?”

“she’s been tryna get with me since high school,” eren chuckled with a scoff. “tried to fuck me and connie for free bud too. the streets is getting hard out here.”

“oh,” you raise your eyebrows in shock, but not complete surprise. now you understood why her and jean were on and off. you always knew she was weird. “that is crazy.”

“yeah, she’s not my type though,” the drug dealer shrugged casually as he lit up another wood.

you eye him, “yeah? what is your type?” you ask curiously. you weren’t sure if it was you or the alcohol talking, but you were just hoping you weren’t embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“for one, white girls are not my thing,” he admits. “i like you though.”

“oh? so you like bad gyal?” you joked with a playful raise of your brow. this causes eren to laugh brightly.

showing off his pearly whites, canines encased in real 14 karat gold plating, eren gives you a warm smile. “yeah, guess you can say so,” he shrugs. “you gonna let me take you out and see?”

[suniix]

stupid horse | kenma x reader

synopsis | stupid horse i just fell out of the porsche, lost the money in my bank account oh no!

in which you frequently visit an arcade to destress after school and have the highest score on your favorite game, until one day you don’t. someone named applepi has dethroned you and you almost go broke trying to reclaim your spot.

details | slow burn, kind of crack, rivals (?) to friends to almost lovers, possibly ooc kenma, no use of ‘y/n’

word count | 10.3k

note | for @xoxojisu and @tlissablr and all the other kenma enjoyers 🫶 anyways this is my second long fic and i kinda think the pacing sucks? the fic is mostly me yapping. also i tried to be very vague when it came to the games because i wanted you 🫵 the reader to insert whatever you wanted BUT while writing i imagined the reader was obsessed with space invaders and kenma was playing brawl stars on his phone! (random yes i know) also i literally had no idea how to end this so sorry if the ending sucks :/

You stare at the screen, hoping the reason the name ranked first is unfamiliar due to the adrenaline running through you after losing a few seconds ago.

With jittery hands you move the joystick, spelling out the name you always use to claim your spot as second on the leaderboard for the first time in ages. It was only then that you truly realized you had been dethroned by someone with an odd name.

“Who the hell is Applepi..” You grumble, taking out more coins from your pocket before inserting them into the slot.

You spent a lot of time at the arcade and therefore recognized a lot of faces, especially those from your school. Normally people used their real name or a recognizable nickname so they could easily boast about their score to their friends, so it was a bit odd you couldn’t place your finger on who the name belonged to. You could only assume they really enjoyed apple pie.

Hearing the familiar start-up tune of the game you lock your eyes onto the screen, watching as the enemies roll in. You play as usual, pushing the buttons and timing your attacks just right to gain points. It was a simple process: attack, dodge, repeat.

From what you remember his score was just a couple points higher than yours, so all you needed to do was put in a little more effort and you’d win.

As you continued to play you felt the initial hurt of losing your place in the leaderboard drift away. You don’t know why you got so bothered— you come to the arcade to relieve stress, not stress yourself out.

You were having fun again, that’s what matters now.

The game itself was pretty old, with newer games and models surrounding it it almost looked out of place if it weren’t for the fact that you were in an arcade. Due to that, it didn’t receive much attention so the leaderboard always remained stagnant, the same people had been in their spots for months without it changing and with you at the top. It’s because of this that you unofficially claimed it as your game, so when you saw someone else had taken your spot you were thrown off. Who likes losing at something they’re good at?

You huff, almost feeling angry again at the thought before focusing back on the game. The enemies were getting faster now. It was around here that you died last time, so all you need to do is survive for a little longer.

You followed the usual pattern, attack dodge repeat, before eventually succumbing to an attack.

You watched as the leaderboard came back up and just as you had predicted you were in first place again. This time you were ahead of Applepi by a couple hundred points, so you’d be good for a while in case they ever tried to take your spot again.

You looked at the leaderboard again, observing the new spots of the players since everyone got knocked down by one. The person in last place was entirely kicked out.

“Poor guy,” You mumble, reaching into your pocket for more coins. It’s then you realize you’re out, you had spent your last few on the round you just played.

Momentarily you contemplated going to the counter to buy more but ultimately settled on being done for the day. You had spent enough time at the arcade for today, now it was time to head home and catch up on school work.

You picked up your bag and walked towards the exit.

The arcade was unsurprisingly busy today.

It was the weekend, to be specific Saturday. Those free from work and students who finished their assignments roamed the streets to destress after a long week, your friend and yourself included.

By some miracle your schedules aligned and after days of not being able to hang out the two of you finally set a date. Initially, the plan was to just hit a couple of stores since your friend, Riko, claimed she needed some retail therapy after a hectic week of school combined with work. Soon clothing stores turned into food stalls, then into shoe stores, followed by stores that sold trinkets, and the list went on.

While Riko planned to spend most of her paycheck, you had different ideas. Before the day ended you wanted to stop by the arcade. You claimed it was to wind down, but you secretly wanted to see the leaderboard on your favorite game. Since she had been dragging you around everywhere she wanted to go that day and she knew how much you liked going she complied with your request.

Upon entering you noticed the claw machines had restocked their prizes and among them was the most adorable cat plush you had ever seen. The leaderboard could wait, you had to have it no matter what.

Amongst the loud chatter and music in the room, you were able to hear your friend calling your name from somewhere behind you.

“Yeah?” You answered, focusing on the task in front of you.

You had promised yourself you would only try to win the plush three times before giving up and you were on your final try. Your hand was hovering over the red button that would drop the claw when pressed, waiting for the right moment. It was nearly in the perfect spot over the plush. Just a few more taps to the left and—

“Some guy took your first place.”

SLAM!

You watched in horror as the claw swung violently left and right from your accidental jab, dropping slowly and missing what would’ve been your plush completely. You stare at the glass for a moment in sorrow before turning around and walking to your friend.

Luckily your favorite game was only a few steps away from the claw machine so you made it in time to see the leaderboard before it disappeared, and she was right. Applepi had once again taken your spot, this time by a significant margin.

“Whoa, what’s with that face? Are you shocked that someone finally took your spot?”

It was obvious you couldn’t hide the look of surprise on your face given your friend’s reaction. You quickly looked away in embarrassment. “It’s not that, this happened like two weeks ago and I just never expected they’d do it again.”

Riko’s eyes widened in surprise, before narrowing in on you. A smile slowly creeps in on their face. “Again?! So that’s why you were so insistent on coming here! I know you like this place, but I felt like this time you were being extra pushy—”

“I was not that pushy!” You gasp at her dramatics before picking out tokens from your pocket and inserting them into the machine.

She giggles before leaning against the side of the machine, watching you focus on the game. “Can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this earlier! I feel like a boring show I was watching just got slightly interesting.”

“No way you just called me boring,” You shot her a glare before looking back at the screen. “And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it mattered. Last time they only beat me by a few points so I never thought I’d see their name above mine again.”

“You’re not boring, but I just don’t understand how you can play the same thing over and over again without getting bored.” She sighed.

“It’s my comfort game, it helps me relieve stress. It's kind of like how you love to go shopping, if you already have a lot of everything, why buy more?” You reply, hoping you explained it in a way she understands.

It’s still a mystery how the two of you become friends when you couldn’t be more different. The two of you had different likes and dislikes, but the two of you still indulged in each other’s interests where you could. You guys understood each other and wouldn’t push each other into doing anything the other didn’t like, which is probably why you’ve remained best friends for as long as you have.

A childhood bond that likely won’t ever be broken.

“Mm, guess you have a point.” She nodded. “Or maybe you’re just saying that ‘cause you’re unemployed.”

You let out a sigh that sounded more like a laugh. “Fair point—”

The game stopped and the death music silenced you. You feel your stomach drop, you had gotten so wrapped up in the conversation that you forgot to focus. There was no possible way you could have beat his score.

“Did you beat them?!” Riko quickly invades your space, eyes looking all over the screen for a sign of your score.

You watch with her in anticipation as the screen loads, bringing up the leaderboard.

“Fuck..” Your friend curses and you groan, throwing your head back in frustration.

Your eyes catch her various shopping bags on the dirty floor and you can’t help but feel bad. “You can head out if you want, it might take me a while to beat their score.”

Your friend, the loyal angel she is, shakes her head and crosses her arms. “No way, I’m staying with you until you win!”

You won't say it out loud but her response made you genuinely happy. Before you could say anything she held her hand up, stopping you. “Shh! Don’t say anything! I just want to see you happy, so hurry up and win so you can be happy!”

You smile and nod, sliding in another coin and starting over.

The two of you are there for nearly another twenty minutes. The arcade isn’t as full as it was when the two of you first got there, but there were still a good handful of people. Your friend continued to remain by your side but had taken out her phone to pass the time. It’s only when she hears the death music followed by your gasp that she puts her phone down and rushes to your side, grabbing your shaky hands.

“What is it?! Did you do it?!” She asks, glancing between you and the screen for a reaction that could indicate an answer.

You don’t respond, your eyes remaining fixated on the screen. You’re honestly not sure, you had been playing for a while but Applepi had gotten further than you ever have, so you were in the dark when it came to your score. When you see the words new high score pop up on the screen you and your friend squeal. It was only by a few points, but you had beaten Applepi once again. She shook you by the shoulders from joy and screamed ‘You did it! You did it!’ repeatedly. You shush her after noticing the silent glares you two were getting from other players.

“Can’t believe I actually did it,” You said shakily while plugging in your name again.

“Never doubted you for a second!” Riko laughed seeing your glare.

You quickly glance at the claw machine. One more try couldn’t hurt, and you were currently riding the high of your win. This time you’d win.

The two of you walk over with you helping carry your friend's multiple bags. Once you set them down you reach into your pocket for more coins. “Now that that’s done I can finally try and—” You pause when you don’t feel any in your pocket.

You turn to look at your favorite game, wondering just how many rounds you played.

Doesn’t matter, you tell yourself while pulling out your wallet, I’ll just—

Everything in your system nearly shuts down after seeing your wallet was completely empty, excluding your student ID. Your friend notices your silence and looks up, seeing your empty wallet.

“No cash?” She asks before pulling out her own wallet. “Don’t worry, your beautiful and employed friend has got you covered—” She gasped while peering down into her wallet. The look of horror on her face told you she in fact did not have you covered.

Just as you started to pick up her bags she stopped you. “Wait! I know I probably have something in my bank account!” She quickly tapped the screen on her phone. Her face quickly morphed into distress.

“S-Sorry.. I got nothing..”

The two of you turned to look at the plush. It sat there, stranded in the middle of the claw machine, almost beckoning you to save it from its misery.

You put your forehead to the glass. “I’ll come back for you soon..”

To keep your promise the next day once school ended you wanted to head back to the arcade to check the leaderboard and get that cat plush. As a result, your friend called you paranoid.

“Please come with me, it’s not like you work today.” You begged, tugging on her backpack as you walked together.

“I don’t work, but I have homework I gotta catch up on!” Riko argued back, quickening her pace in the hopes she’d get away from you. “Besides, I’m sure that person has a life outside of the arcade. They couldn’t have beaten your score that fast!”

When you didn’t respond she glanced behind her, which was a mistake.

Your hands still gripped her bag strap tightly, but your face held the most adorable pout. She knew she was in a losing battle with you now, you wouldn’t give up until she said yes. Besides, she stood by her point. Once you guys went to the arcade you’d see she was right and you’d stop being paranoid all the time. Hell, maybe she’d stay with you so you could win the plush in the claw machine, but that’s it.

“Fine! But I’m just accompanying you, if you stay to play I’m leaving.”

To both of you guys's surprise, your score had been beaten, once again by a significant amount, by none other than Applepi. To make things worse the cat plush you had been eyeing had disappeared too.

“I stand corrected, I guess whoever Applepi is does not in fact have a life.” Riko sighed. “Look man, I’d give you some change to play but I’m still all out, I work tomorrow though so—”

“Don’t worry about it, I brought some with me just in case.”

“… What?”

Your friend could only watch as you pulled out some coins and an extremely wrinkly bill from your pocket. She had no idea where you even got the money from, unless…

“Did you search through your couch for money?”

“.. These are desperate times..”

Your friend had no words. She can’t believe she was ready to help fund your new addiction, almost did too, until you pulled out your suspicious money. She couldn’t lie though, she admired the dedication you had. She silently watched as you inserted a coin to start playing.

“Alright then.. goodluck with your one-sided competition.” She waved goodbye and you reciprocated the action.

Normally you’d visit the arcade a couple times a week. She knew this because she would walk you part of the way before she split off to either go home or go to her job. Once, twice, on the rare occasion three times you’d go to the arcade, but now it was basically everyday. Once school ended as usual you two would walk together before you split, walking in a direction that she knew was not where your home was.

She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know how to bring it up to you without making you seem crazy. She knew this game brought you comfort, and this new rivalry excited you, but you were spending money you did not have. You were addicted, whether you knew it or not, and you needed to take a break away from the game.

And she missed spending time with you.

Luckily, as fate would have it, the opportunity presented itself in the form of a job application.

“Please help me get a job.” You placed the form on your friend's desk.

She stopped packing away her things to pick up the sheet of paper. The job application form was from her job. “When did you get this?” She asked, wondering how you got the paper since she hadn’t seen you around.

“A while ago when I went to visit you while you were working, I thought it’d be cool if we worked in the same place.”

“Uh-huh..” She eyed you suspiciously. “What’s the real reason you’re applying?”

You scratched your cheek nervously. “I told you, it’d be cool if—”

“No, the real reason.”

You sighed knowing there was no way you could lie about it when she already knew. You don’t even know why you tried to lie when the reason was so obvious. She just wanted to hear you say it.

“I want to get a job so I can continue playing at the arcade.” You sighed while looking down at your feet. Once you said it out loud you realized it was a little embarrassing especially considering the extra context.

She called your name softly and you looked up. “Listen, I love you and I’ll gladly help you get a job, but you gotta take a break from that damn game.”

If she’s telling you this, that means you’re really in deep. She’s not one to judge but when she does usually has a good reason. You take a moment to think about when this first started and do some quick mental math. It’s then you realize you’ve spent an alarming amount of money and time at the arcade.

“.. It’s gotten really bad hasn’t it?”

“I’m glad you’re self aware.” She stood up from her chair and gave you a harsh back on the back. “Now let’s go get you a job.”

“You know, I wasn’t lying when I said it’d be cool if we worked at the same place.” You said while wiping down the counter.

After school you walked with your friend to her job to submit the application. The place she worked at, a cat cafe, was run by the sweetest old lady who immediately gave you the job since you came recommended by your friend. She nearly handed you a uniform right then and there.

“I know, who wouldn’t want their best friend so they can chat while they work?” Riko laughed.

The other cafe employees were young students mostly within your age group and you’d momentarily see them when they came in for their shift before you headed out. The employee who would work during your friend’s shift recently resigned, leaving a vacant spot open just for you.

“I’m gonna go on break, will you be good out here by yourself?” She asked.

“Go for it,” You waved her off. “It’s late, I doubt any big parties will come in.”

She thanked you before proceeding to grab a snack and dashing to somewhere in the back. While standing at the register the lack of customers allowed your mind to wander. It had nearly been a week since you last visited the arcade and you missed it. What you missed most of all was playing your comfort game.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t tempted to go back and check the leaderboard. On multiple occasions while walking home you almost ended up walking in the direction of the arcade, but your friend pulled you back every time. If it wasn’t for her, you likely would’ve ended up back at the arcade and drained your bank account.

Slowly, your obsession faded, but every so often you still wondered if Applepi had beaten you once again. You let out a frustrated sigh at the thought, you did not expect to get so invested. Now you’re dealing with the consequences and having withdrawals from the game.

Note to self: never gamble.

The gentle chime of a bell rang throughout the store, signaling someone had entered. You and your friend let out a synchronized ��Welcome’ to acknowledge them.

The two who entered were boys around your age. One was tall with black hair styled in a.. unique way while the other was shorter, his hair bleached. What caught your eye was the familiar shade of red they wore. Then it dawned on you— they were wearing your school’s sports jackets!

For a moment you wondered what they were doing out so late since school ended a couple of hours ago, but you quickly realized they must’ve just finished with practice. Out of all the places they came here to relax? Your eyes shifted around the small store. That’s not to say the energy wasn’t nice, playing with the cats was definitely fun, but you personally would much rather spend your time relaxing at home.. or at the arcade—

“Hello! What can I get you started with?” You asked in your best customer service voice once they reached the counter.

The tall one’s eyes slightly widened once they landed on you before subtly glancing behind you, looking for something. You assumed he was looking at the menu so you didn’t rush him.

“Hi, um.. I’ll just have a green tea.” He sighs.

You try not to question why he said it in such a defeated tone while you plug in his order. “Will that be all?” You ask, eyes shifting briefly to his companion.

“I’ll have a slice of apple pie and a hot chocolate.” He answered softly, eyes quickly shifting back down to his phone.

Your eye twitches at the mention of the sweet treat. You once again plug in the order and the tall one says that’ll be all they’re having. They pay and walk to one of the furthest tables while you begin making their order.

While grabbing the cups for the drinks you could’ve sworn you heard one of the guys sniffing, almost as if he was crying. As tempting as it was to look, you decided to mind your business this time.

“Yo!” Your friend peaked her head from the back door before walking over to you. “Did you miss me?”

“That was the longest five minute break.”

“Sorry sorry, I got caught up watching my videos.” She giggled.

“Alright iPad kid, since you’re out now help me with this order.”

She rolled her eyes but helped you nonetheless. You started preparing the hot chocolate while your friend prepared the green tea. Once you finished the base drink you prepared yourself for the final step. You brought out another cup and began frothing some whip cream. Once that was done you gently added it into the drink, sculpting the froth to make it look like a cat was popping out of the drink. You then added two small drops of chocolate syrup for the eyes, completing the drink. You took a step back to admire the cat, smiling at the outcome.

Your friend was quick to notice. “Wow, I think this is your best one yet.” She smiles.

As you two finished up the drinks the dreaded final item came up. “.. Can you grab the last thing we need?” You ask.

Your friend checks the order to see what’s missing and lets out a loud laugh. “No way, don’t tell me you’re that triggered by it?”

“Don’t start..” You sigh.

Thankfully your friend complies without much more teasing. “Help me take these to their table?” You ask.

Your friend agrees and you both make your way to the table. The tall guy seemed to be sulking, sadly moving around a cat toy that didn’t catch any cat’s attention while his friend’s eyes remained glued to his phone.

“Sorry for the wait!” Your friend apologized while placing down a drink.

Like a switch was flipped his demeanor completely changed. Suddenly he was cheerful, looking at your friend like she made the drink personally for him. Oh, you understand now.

You resist the urge to laugh as you place down the other guy’s order, hearing the two converse. The guy with bleached hair perks up seeing his food and you feel a twinge of pride when you see him snap a quick pic of your drink.

Your and your friend head back behind the counter. Not caring about being ‘professional’ you pull a chair up to the chair and sit while your friend leans against the counter. You eye the distance between you and the customers before mentally declaring you’re at a safe enough distance that they won’t hear your conversation.

“So..” You start.

Your friend raises an eyebrow, but decides to bite. “So?”

“You and that guy?”

“I knew you were gonna say something.” She laughed. “He’s just a frequent customer. Him and his friend would come in all the time after practice, but once you started working they stopped. I asked him about it and apparently they’ve been practicing extra ‘cause they have a big game coming up or something.”

You eyed her suspiciously, taking note of the slight blush on her cheek. “Alright if you say so..”

Work went by fast after that. Later that night the two of you decided to hang out a little bit before parting ways. Your friend, noticing how antsy you’d been, suggested playing Roblox.

The two of you were holed up in Riko’s room, deciding on which game to play. The initial idea was to bully kids on Brookhaven, but a popular show involving surviving kids games had inspired many to create their own version on Roblox.

This you settled on the game, Shrimp Game.

Trial after trial both of you survived. When it was time for Mingle the both of you were doing good the first couple of rounds, occasionally getting separated but surviving nonetheless.

Once you reached the center of the stage the music started up again. You stared at the screen, anxious to see the number of how many could be in a group.

The music stopped and the screen flashed. 3 players.

You and your friend immediately raced to an empty room, hoping a single player would follow. As soon as the two of you entered another two player group followed suit.

“What the,” You grumbled, “Get them out, we were here first.”

You go to push one of the players but one of them had the same idea, reacting quicker and instead pushing you out and shutting the door.

“What the!—” You sat up in a panic. “Riko open the door!”

“I can’t!” She panicked. “The other guy pushed me down and I can’t get up!”

You quickly looked around seeing players scrambling to get into rooms, the only open one was across the stage from you. The countdown began, you knew you wouldn’t make it if you ran. You accepted your fate.

There was a player standing at the door, looking through the peephole almost as if he was taunting you that you couldn’t get in. It was then you noticed the username.

Applepi.

“No way,” You gasped. “Riko it’s them!!”

The countdown ended and your avatar was shot.

Your friend dramatically calls out your name and hugs you tightly. “I’ll never forget you!” She gave you a side hug while proceeding with the round.

“Quick turn on voice chat so I can cuss them out!—”

“No way!” She pulled back, “You’ll get me banned!”

You were tempted to spend money (now that you had it) to revive yourself but ultimately decided against it. You’d get your revenge in a different way.

“Want me to leave?” She asked since you guys were only playing to play together.

“No,” You flipped through the perspectives and landed on Applepi’s, “I’m gonna spectate.”

They played a couple of more rounds before moving on to the next game. You watched, unable to take your eyes off the screen while you thought about the possibilities.

“You think that’s actually Applepi?” You asked your friend.

“Dunno,” She mumbled, concentrating on the game. “What are the chances someone else uses the same username?”

The sound of her frequently tapping on the screen is dulled once you begin to think. She was right, what are the chances? This couldn’t be a coincidence, they were spelled the same odd way. Plus, it's very common for a person to stick with the same name, almost like they’re marking their online identity. It seemed as though the universe was pointing you in the direction back to the arcade. First the guy from work who ordered an apple pie, now this random with the same name.

“Damn!” Your friend groaned, putting down her phone. “I’m out.”

This was a sign. You were going to the arcade tomorrow.

“I think I’m finally gonna go back.”

Your friend looked at you, puzzled by your sudden declaration. “Go back to the arcade?” She hesitantly asked.

You nodded, confirming her statement.

“Well, it has been almost two weeks. I’m surprised you lasted this long without going.” She leaned back against the bench, basking in the sun while she clutched her juicebox.

It had been a week since you played Roblox and possibly met your archnemesis. You mimicked her and leaned back, staring up at the clouds. Somewhere in the distance you could hear the sound of squeaky shoes echoing from the gym. “I surprised myself too, but you made me realize I was obsessing over the competition too much for it to be healthy, and my wallet was really suffering…”

She smirked and ruffled your hair. “See what happens when you listen to me? You evolve as a person.”

You groan and gently push her away, attempting to fix your hair. She was right, but you’d never say it to her face. She knows she’s right most of the time and you saw no need to boost her ego at the moment.

“So, why go back now?”

“After we played Roblox I swore I was gonna go check the next day, but once school ended I didn’t feel like rushing to see the leaderboard and ruining my mood. Since I don’t work today I figured now’s a good time, I can relax and play the game how I want. Also, I really want to see if they restocked the claw machine for that plush.”

Your friend gasped. “Oh wow, you’ve really changed!”

Suddenly she engulfed you in a hug, ranting about how proud she was of you. “I would go with you but I picked up an extra shift today,” She pulled away and looked at you with a pout, “But text me how it goes!”

“I will.” You laugh.

Soon after the school bell rings, signaling the end of your lunch break.

The rest of the school day goes by quickly, but not without a small hitch. During your final class your teacher announced a pop quiz. You would’ve been fine, except you quickly realized you had lost your only pencil sometime throughout the day.

You quickly look around to see if anyone had their pencil pouches out, subtly turning around to look at the back of the class, only to see a familiar face you weren’t expecting to see. You don’t know how you didn’t realize he was in your class earlier since he stood out because of his hair. In a sea of mostly black hair, his bleached blonde hair and overgrown roots caught your eye since it reminded you of pudding.

You gulped, feeling anxiety creep in. You didn’t know him well enough to casually ask for a pencil like you would with Riko and you didn’t want to seem like one of those classmates who’s always mooching off of other’s supplies, but you had no choice since he was the only person you sort of knew.

“Excuse me,” You whispered, catching his attention. “Could I borrow a pencil?”

He blinked at you, golden eyes staring at you momentarily in confusion, almost as if he was surprised you were talking to him. He says nothing though, only nodding and pulling out a second pencil for you to use before handing it to you.

“Thank you! I promise I’ll give it back after class!” You smile and quickly turn back to face your quiz.

Minutes pass and miraculously you finish just in time. You let out a sigh of relief as the teacher takes away your exam, relaxing into your seat. You think you had a solid chance of passing this quiz.

You hear a scuffle behind you and turn around to look, only to see your blonde classmate getting dragged away by his tall friend from the cafe. You could only stare in shock as they quickly disappeared into the halls. You looked down at the pencil in your hand, wondering how you’d give it back to him.

As you pack away your things you remember he was on a sports team— possibly the volleyball team. Should I quickly pass by the gym or just give it tomorrow? You ask yourself. You were in no rush to get to the arcade and you knew if you waited until tomorrow you’d likely forget to give it back and end up keeping it, making it seem like you’re the type of classmate to never give stuff back.

You shiver at the thought— a quick trip to the gym wouldn’t hurt.

The walk doesn’t take long, but once you reach the gym you’re confused to see it’s empty. Since the two players rushed out of your class you assumed they were in a hurry to get to practice. Had you gotten the sport wrong? For a moment you thought maybe he was on the soccer team, but he didn’t exactly seem like the running type. You try knocking and jiggle the doorknob, only to see it’s locked. It isn’t until a random student passing by lets you know the boys volleyball team practiced earlier in the day.

You sighed, guess you’d give it back tomorrow after all.

Without any more distractions you began walking towards the arcade. As you walked the familiar path you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. Maybe this time you’d go around the arcade and play some games you haven’t tried yet. The familiar neon lights eventually came into view and you smiled at the sight. It had been a long time.

You made your way inside, avoiding multiple running kids when you saw people standing in front of your favorite game. It was the two from the cafe!

You watched as the blonde one fiddled with the keys for a moment, before receiving a game over. He briefly looked at the screen before walking away from the machine. Instead of taking this opportunity to look at the leaderboard you followed behind them, ready to give back the pencil when they began talking.

“So, anything?” His companion asked.

The blonde shook his head, brows furrowed with what almost looked like a pout on his face. “No, it was boring today too.”

You paused in your tracks, his answer echoing in your mind before you rushed back to the game. Just as you had arrived the top scores disappeared, going back to the title screen.

“Dammit,” You mumbled to yourself, pulling out your wallet to take out some change.

You entered the token and began to play. Could it be a coincidence seeing that guy here at this machine? Possibly, but what could he have meant by ‘it was boring today too’? It had been a while since you played, could he have been referring to that? Not to mention when he came to the cafe he ordered an—

Your eyes widened, you had connected the dots.

At that moment you received a game over. The screen dissolved briefly before revealing the list. Your eyes raked through the lineup, not shocked to see you were still in second place with Applepi at the top. It had been awhile since you played, but you knew his score was different. You’re not sure of the exact numbers, but it was slightly higher from the last time you played.

You glanced at the exit. Had he been coming here to see if you had beat him?

Part of you felt bad, he probably thought you stopped trying to beat him when you were actually in rehab (work), but you were happy to know the competition wasn’t one sided.

Inserting another token you prepare to try your best this round. You’re about to make this a little less boring.

You open the door to the cafe, the smell of caffeine and sweets hitting you in the face. You made your way to the counter where your friend stood as the cashier. She lit up upon seeing your face, waving excitedly. “I thought I told you to text me! You didn’t have to show up during my shift!”

“Thought it’d be better if I told you in person,” You giggled. “I have some slightly crazy news.”

“Oh!” She raised her eyebrows, curious as to what you could mean by that before gasping. “You got the plush!” She exclaimed while glancing at your backpack, expecting to see it bulky or misshapen.

“Ugh don’t remind me,” You sighed. “Turns out it was some super rare limited edition thing so I doubt I’ll ever see it again.”

“Damn, that sucks. Anyways, are you gonna order something or are you just here to gossip?”

You briefly remember the guy you loaned you a pencil and how his hair resembled pudding. As slightly embarrassing as it was to admit you had been craving the sweet treat ever since.

“I’ll have the caramel custard pudding.”

“Ugh,” Your friend made a face as she tapped the screen for your order. “Can’t believe you actually like that, tried it once while on my break and just couldn’t finish it. You and that guy over there would probably get along.”

You look up from your wallet and shoot her a confused look, “What guy?”

You gestured to someone behind you. Slowly you turned your head, only to see the duo from earlier. You quickly look back at her, trying to hide your shocked expression. “Damn, do they come here everyday?” You whisper, trying to act as if that was the reason you were surprised.

“I guess? I think their schedules cleared up a bit so now they’re coming more often.” She responded, not even noticing your panic. “Anyways your order will be out in a sec, I’m gonna take my break and go sit with you after it’s done.”

“Thanks,” You nervously laugh and go to the cat area to sit. You take a seat at the furthest table away from the duo, wondering if it’d be possible to talk about your discovery without them overhearing. You take a quick glance at them, noticing how the tall one frequently looks over at your friend and decide it’s too risky.

You spend your time scrolling through your phone, occasionally giving affection to any cat that brushes up against your leg when your friend approaches your table with two plates. “Alright,” She starts, placing the plates down before taking a seat. “What’s up? Did you end up spending all your money again?”

You can’t help but laugh at her comment. “No Riko, I’m not bankrupt just yet,” You reply while taking a bite out of your pudding.

You don’t know how she sensed it, but she was almost right. While playing you got a little too into it, inserting token after token. Without realizing you had spent a little more than what you planned on that single game alone. Seeing the numbers go higher and higher was addicting, you almost fell back into bad habits before pulling away and trying other games. You weren’t going to tell her that though.

The sudden sound of chairs being pushed out caught your attention. You looked back to see the duo were packing away their things and couldn’t help but feel joy swell up in your heart. They were leaving!

You went back to happily eating your pudding, unaware that they were making their way to your table until someone cleared their throat.

Both you and your friend turn to look at the tall man. “Hey, thanks again for the discount.”

Your friend waved her hand. “It was no problem! I feel bad you keep spending all your money here.” She laughed. You couldn’t help but notice the tint of red on her cheeks before hiding your smile behind your hand.

“You should come to our game tomorrow,” He suddenly suggested, looking eager before turning to you. “You too, we could use the extra support.”

“Mm, volleyball right?” You asked, really hoping you hadn’t gotten the sport wrong. It would’ve been embarrassing if you ended up going to the wrong place earlier.

“Right,” He clarified. “Think you guys will be able to make it?”

Before you even had a chance to respond your friend quickly answered for you. “We’ll be there!”

“Great! I’ll let the team know, they’ll be super excited,” He smiled before waving goodbye. His friend peaked from behind him and waved a reluctant goodbye which made you immediately remember.

“Oh before I forget!” You rummage around in your bag before pulling out the grey mechanical pencil, handing it to the blonde. “Here’s your pencil! Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

He looks at you surprised, almost like he had forgotten he gave you the pencil. “Oh, thanks.” Is all he said before gently taking it back.

During the brief moment he was up close you got the chance to observe him. His hair was long, but it framed his face nicely. His eyes were gold and catlike, fitting given your school’s mascot was a cat. You would’ve admitted he was cute if it wasn’t for the fact he’d possibly been the one tormenting you.

They left the shop after that, leaving you and your friend alone in the room. “Thanks for asking me if I wanted to go.” You broke the small moment of silence.

“Ok listen, me and Testurou—”

“Testurou?” You asked, both shocked and confused at the fact they were on a first name basis when you didn’t even know his name. As far as you know the two only interacted when he came to the cafe, just how often was he visiting? And dragging his poor friend with him to third wheel?

“Yes, his name is Testurou Kuroo.” She sighed dreamily while resting her cheek on her hand, enhancing that ‘totally in love’ look.

“When did this happen?!” You gasped. “Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?!”

“Ok first, calm down,” She giggled, acting as if she wasn’t hiding any big news from her best friend. “Nothings happened yet, we’ve just been talking when he comes in. I was literally planning on telling you when I told you to text me.”

You eyed her suspiciously, taking another spoonful of pudding into your mouth. “Ok, if he means that much to you I’ll go to the game tomorrow,” You give up, not wanting to put up much of a fight.

“Great! Now what about you? How do you know Kenma?” She smirked, hoping to flip the tables on you. So that’s his name, you mentally note. You open your mouth to explain the situation when she holds her hand up, silencing you. “Nevermind, what did you want to tell me earlier? About the arcade?”

“Actually, it’s about Kuroo’s buddy and the arcade.” You quickly looked around, eyeing the exit to make sure the duo had truly left.

She looked at you confused, gesturing for you to elaborate. You recount how you had seen the two of them at the arcade and how Kenma was playing your favorite game. You make sure to include his comment about how boring it’s been lately, leading you to your highly believable theory.

“I think he’s Applepi.”

“That.. actually makes some sense.” She nodded in agreement, surprising you.

“Really? Just like that?” You ask, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. She’s normally so quick to call you delusional— maybe you actually have a point this time.

She nods, “Tetsu usually visits me alone, but when he visits with Kenma he’s always late. I’m guessing that extra time is them being at the arcade. Plus, Kenma’s always playing games on his phone while they’re here so he’s probably a little nerdy, just like you.”

You ignore the nerd comment and focus on the facts she just presented to you. Everything lines up, but there’s only one way to confirm his identity.

“Just ask him about it tomorrow—”

“Tomorrow?! Are you crazy?!” You panic.

“Relax, just be casual about it.��� She says in an attempt to calm you. “It’s not like you’re confronting him, just asking him about it. Who knows, maybe you guys can bond over that stuff.”

Casual, yeah, like this guy hasn’t been driving me insane for weeks.. you roll your eyes. She had a point though (lately she’s been having many of those), if you didn’t ask him you’d be stuck wondering forever.

It’s decided, you’re going to ask him tomorrow.

Tomorrow came sooner than you would’ve liked it to. Without knowing the school day quickly passed and you had arrived at the gym, your friend dragging you alongside her.

Inside there were a handful of people eagerly chatting and rushing to their seats to watch the teams warm up. You were anxious, but not about the game’s outcome. You were worried about making a fool of yourself in front of Kenma when it came to asking him about his possible secret identity.

“Remember, just be casual about it,” Your friend attempted to soothe you, but it didn’t help much.

She led you further into the gym until you stumbled upon a group of kids wearing your school’s volleyball jackets. You're quick to notice the duo that frequent the cafe. Ok, just keep it casual.

“Hey!” Your friend calls out, catching the attention of the captain and his friend. She drags you closer to the group before letting go of your hand, a quiet signal to leave so they can talk privately.

You take the hint, walking away with Kenma wordlessly. He walks towards a wall and you essentially follow him, trying to figure out a way to talk to him. If he notices your inner turmoil, he doesn’t say anything. He leans against a wall and pulls out his phone, tapping away at his screen. It isn’t until you hear a familiar sound coming from his phone that you look over, recognizing the game he’s playing.

“You play that game?” You ask, genuinely surprised seeing another person play.

Kenma briefly looks over at you, almost as if he was surprised to see you next to him, before quickly looking back down at his phone, “Yeah.”

Simple and quick— you should’ve expected that given what you see during your shifts. He didn’t seem like the type for conversations with people he didn’t know well. In fact, if you looked close enough, it seemed he’d rather be anywhere but here. Silence ensued and only the sounds from his phone could be heard.

“Have you had the chance to check out the arcade a couple blocks from here? The one in front of that one restaurant?” You nervously ask, fiddling with a loose end at the bottom of your shirt.

He stops and for a moment you think you’ve distracted him and accidentally killed him in the process, but he nods. “I have, it’s fun. I only really play one game though.”

Your eyes widen at his comment and you try your best to compose yourself. “By any chance.. are you Applepi?”

That gets him.

He stops moving again and you look over at his screen— this time it seems you did kill him. He looks at you with confusion swirling in his eyes. “How do you know that?” He asked hesitantly, almost like he was afraid of your answer.

You tell him the name you use when playing, one he quickly recognizes. “For the past couple of weeks you’ve been beating my score and I finally found you.” You laughed, partially because you found the situation funny and partially because you were anxious about his response.

When he didn’t respond you got nervous. You looked over at your friend and found she was still talking to Kuroo. You internally groaned, there was no way for her to come save you. You slowly turned your head to face Kenma and saw him looking at you with an unrecognizable look in his eyes. It was almost akin to sparkles— but there was a hint of something else.

“How’d you know?” He asked, keeping his eyes on you. It was the first time he ever really looked at you directly, like he was curious about how you figured it out.

“I saw you eating an apple pie once at the cafe.” You responded honestly before realizing you sounded crazy for remembering what he ate. “Then I saw you at the arcade after you finished playing.”

He hummed and looked down at his phone despite it being turned off. You pretended not to notice the tips of his ears turning red.

“You said it had been boring, so let’s make it interesting and place a bet.”

That caught his attention. “A bet?” He repeated, eyeing you nervously.

You nodded. “A bet. We continue doing what we’ve been doing but at the end of the month whoever has the highest score wins.”

He looks at you with suspicious eyes. “And what does the winner get?”

“.. Did you by any chance happen to win a calico plushie at the claw machine? One with a yellow spot over its eye?”

A surprised look quickly comes on to his face again. “..Yeah?”

You feel your eye twitch at his answer. “I want that.” You quickly stated. You know you sounded demanding, like a spoiled child crying about wanting something they didn’t have, but you had been eyeing it for so long you couldn’t help but want it. You feel it’s only right too after all the emotional and financial damage he caused you.

Kenma hesitates, but ultimately gives in to your request. “Then what do I get?”

“Well, what do you want?” You ask, not knowing him well enough to suggest anything. Hopefully it’s not money. You shiver at the thought. Your bank account just recovered, you couldn’t go back now.

He doesn’t answer, looking away from you. “I’ll think about it.” He mumbles.

“Alright then!” You cheer, excitement filling your body. “So it’s a bet?” You ask, extending your hand.

Kenma looked at your hand, slowly reaching out and accepting. You couldn’t help but notice how warm his hands were.

After your little bet the two of you had exchanged numbers to settle some things.

Something you were quick to notice was how much of a dry texter he was, though it wasn’t surprising given how he was in real life. During a conversation (that you initiated) Kenma commented on how it wasn’t fair that you’d have more time to spend at the arcade than him because of his volleyball practice, but you reassured him that you wouldn’t spend all day there since you had work (and homework) to focus on.

Now if this was the old you participating, you would’ve immediately headed straight to the arcade after school to rack up as many points as you could and get a head start, but you had changed for the better. This was a little friendly rivalry, it wasn’t anything too serious.

But you still planned on winning to maintain your title as number one and get that cat plush.

The two of you also decided not to tell each other when you’d be at the arcade. Your schedules had to remain a mystery just as they had always been.

“It’s not like we don’t already have a general idea of each other’s schedules.” Kenma mumbled, picking at his desert. “I’m basically here everyday now.”

You nodded in agreement, eyes shifting over to your friend and Kuroo’s table. After the game they had officially become an item. They were giggling together and on their table was a single drink containing two straws— truly a romantic sight.

“Yeah, but without confirming anything neither of us really know, it makes this a little more exciting.” You smiled at the scene before turning to look at Kenma. “Wait, why do you even come anyway? You don’t need to third wheel Kuroo anymore since he’s with Riko.”

You saw his eye twitch and held back a giggle. You knew he’d say the same thing back to you if it weren’t for the fact you worked here.

It was currently about halfway through the month and you and Kenma had steadily become friends. With his frequent visits you noticed him becoming more expressive, he was almost like a cat. As long as you fed him treats he’d keep coming back, despite what he says.

“Kuroo still drags me along, he says I need to go out more.” He mumbled, taking a small bite of his pie.

“And he’s right, you need more sun.” You giggled, ignoring the glare he sent your way. “Can’t have my favorite cryptid hiding away forever.”

Lately this has become the norm. The two of you would share playful banter while your friends flirted just a table away. You bonded over both being the third wheel and lately, video games.

“Who do you think is gonna win?” You asked, genuinely curious about his thoughts.

He continues playing with the food on his plate, pushing around small pieces with his fork. “.. I don’t know. You’re actually pretty good at the game so it’ll be close.”

“Wow, is that a compliment from the Kenma Kozume?” You gasp dramatically, but your shock was genuine. If you had learned anything from spending time with him it was that it wasn’t common for him to praise someone so openly.

What caught you off guard was the smile he sent your way. “It was boring at first, especially when you stopped playing, but you made it interesting again.”

It was almost unsettling, he smiled as if he had something up his sleeve— no, he was enjoying this, and you were too.

Everyday you woke up you felt the thrill of the rivalry gnawing at your bones, making you excited to get through the day and head over to the arcade to see where you two stood. It wasn’t until a day before the competition ended that you remembered what your friend had said back at the arcade and realized what she meant.

She was right, this had gotten interesting.

A month had officially passed.

It was easy to see your excitement throughout the day. While on your way to school you nearly ran the whole way there as if rushing to school would make the day go by faster. During lunch you talked Riko’s ear off to the point where she traded you for Kuroo, leaving you with Kenma. He didn’t seem to mind as you talked, just nodded and continued playing on his psp. During the last class of the day Kenma was quick to notice you bouncing your leg, fidgeting with your pencil, and tapping your fingers on the desk.

He was surprised to see how this was affecting you. While he was excited to see the results you were clearly more eager than anyone to see who took the top spot. For a moment he questioned why this mattered so much, but then he remembered how you told him he’d been the only one to beat your score and held back a chuckle. He couldn’t lie, he enjoyed seeing you like this.

Once the bell rang you quickly turned around in your seat to face him, a common occurrence since the two of you became friends. “Are you ready?” You asked, placing your arms on his desk and leaning in close.

The giant grin on your face was contagious, he couldn’t help but let a small smile slip through. “Yeah, I’m ready.” He responded, grabbing his bag and standing from his seat.

Unlike in the morning this time you slowed your pace (mostly because Kenma refused to walk any faster than he needed to).

“You didn’t bring the cat plush,” You pouted, gripping the straps of your bag tightly to keep it in place.

“Are you that confident you’re gonna win?” He raised a brow. “Why are you obsessed with it anyway? You never told me.”

You shrug, “I don’t really have a reason, I just thought it was cute. I just remember the day I was gonna try and win it I didn't have any more coins left because I spent all my money trying to beat your score.”

He quickly whipped his head to face you. “You seriously have a problem..”

“Well it’s partially your fault, you made me competitive.” You crossed your arms.

The whole way to the arcade you bickered about whose fault it was until the bright neon lights came into view. You couldn’t help but grab Kenma’s arm to drag him inside faster, sprinting further inside until the game came into view.

You slowly approached the machine, still slightly anxious about the outcome. Kenma nudged your shoulder with his, catching your attention. He held up a coin in his hand, giving it to you. “Play a quick game, but don’t go crazy.”

You felt your heart do a small flip at the gesture. Kenma often came off as uncaring, but the truth is he cared a lot about those he was close with. You accept the coin from his hand, ignoring the brief skin contact before quickly shuffling towards the machine in hopes he wouldn’t see your expression.

You play a quick round, making sure not to go all out like Kenma said. Moments later you take a hit and lose the game, watching the screen shift. You take a step back and stand side by side with Kenma, eyes unblinking as the leaderboard pops up. Your eyes quickly glance over the names until they land on yours and Kenma’s.

“No way,” You mumble, clutching on to Kenma’s bag.

He said nothing at the action, only staring at the screen for a couple seconds before turning his head to face you. “Congrats.”

You cheered, shaking him from the joy you were experiencing. Kenma tried to lean away from you, especially after noticing the stares you were getting. He didn’t want to ruin your fun, but he seriously didn’t like the attention.

You notice and let go of his backpack. “Should’ve brought that cat,” You giggled.

“There’s no way I was going to carry that all day,” He sighed before pulling out his phone to check the home. You look at his screen and see it’s still early in the day, it would be a waste to leave.

“Hey since we’re already here, why not play a few games?” You ask, silently hoping he’d agree.

He shrugged and you took his answer as a yes. The two of you went around playing most of the two player games you could find. It was nice, most of the time you didn’t get to play these because Riko didn’t want to (she was extremely bad at them and hated losing).

“You’re actually kind of good..” You laughed after seeing both your scores on the screen.

“I play a lot,” He responded, taking a quick look at his phone. He gestured towards the exit and you nodded.

“I know you do,” You laughed. “I hear you all the time before class playing on your phone. It’s almost like you have an addiction..”

Kenma huffed at your claim. He never denied it, you held back a giggle. Once the two of you exit you see the sky is darker than it was when you first arrived. The two of you spent a lot of time there and you didn’t even realize it.

“I’m curious,” You start, catching his attention, “if you had won what would’ve you asked for?”

He didn’t answer right away, remaining silent. The sounds of footsteps were the only thing that could be heard between the two of you. Maybe he never decided what he wanted, you told yourself. You couldn’t blame him for it, you were mainly doing this to win and to keep your spot at the top. Though you were glad you won because you couldn’t risk him asking you for money (especially with his addiction).

Kenma cleared his throat, grabbing your attention. He avoided your gaze, keeping his eyes down at the ground before turning to look at you.

“I would’ve asked to keep playing with you.”

Extra:

You laid on Kenma’s bed, happily fidgeting with the cat plush you won against him. You sit up and see him sitting on the floor, his posture reminding you of a shrimp. Suddenly a thought crossed your mind.

“I have a question,” You start. Kenma hums from below you, acknowledging you but keeping his eyes glued on the screen in front of him.

“When you were playing Roblox, specifically Shrimp Games, why did you push me out?”

He quickly looks at you, confused, before looking back at his game. “Well obviously I didn’t know it was you back then, but I did it because I wanted to win and you were the closest to the door.”

You huff and lay back down. “Ok, well if you did know it was me would you still have pushed me out?”

He didn't respond and from this angle you couldn’t see his face. When you hear the sounds coming from the TV you turn your head and see he’s paused the game. He’s looking at you, a small smile on his face, almost like he wants to laugh.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

thank you for reading till the end! reblogs are greatly appreciated :D

masterlist

[flyingwargle]

march fanfic recs!

ooh boy, i read a lot of amazing fics this month, and still got so much more to go. feel free to keep recommending fics to me, i've enjoyed all of them so far <3

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

i keep a couple of feet between everybody and me t. 5.6k. in which sakuatsu don't think they're dating and publicly announce they aren't. cue social media and the rest of their friends calling their bullshit. comedic and fun to read.

let them talk about us (talk too much) g. 8.6k. sakusa and atsumu are interviewed and work through who atsumu's mysterious lover is (not knowing it's sakusa). the greatest thing since sliced bread. please read this.

every action has an equal and opposite reaction t. 10.4k. in which sakusa realizes he has feelings for atsumu after seeing his calvin klein ad. i adore how the fandom's go-to sponsor for any of the boys is calvin klein, and how it's always with copious amounts of godly description and thirsting. also, physics metaphors. as someone allergic to science, i appreciate writers who use them.

For Someone Worth It g. 15.7k. atsumu hears sakusa sing in the locker room, but it isn't any song - it's a love song. that means sakusa has a crush, but who? atsumu is determined to find out, until he realizes he has a crush on sakusa. very lovely prose and writing!

and curfew's at midnight (we watch the sunrise) t. 19.6k. atsumu is upset about osamu's decision not to go pro but also freaks out when he learns sakusa is going to college instead, hence a whirlwind trip to tokyo to convince him otherwise. this is peak miya atsumu behavior with all his annoying traits but also insecurities. loved his characterization in this one.

The Superstitions of Cabin 4 t. 20.1k. 2/2. sakusa and atsumu are trapped in a cabin on the mountain due to a snowstorm and slowly fall in love while learning more about each other.

Other Boys in Other Ports e. 26.5k. 3/3. space sailor atsumu meets bartender sakusa for three days every few months. the yearning is STRONG in this. it's not very spicy if you aren't into that, but if you are into mutual pining, romance, and angst with a happy ending (it's HAPPY), you'll definitely be into this.

a tachycardic response t. 64.8k. 10/10. the next longfic after the posterior probability in atsumu's pov. i love fics that delve into how relationships go wrong because it isn't just miscommunication but insecurity, making assumptions, feeling inferior, etc. all of that is portrayed amazingly in atsumu's pov, and i'm eager to continue with this series!

homebody and dry skin t. 66.3k. 7/7. atsumu is stranded at the airport and calls sakusa to pick him up, which he miraculously does. this fic is underrated. i was worried about the estranged family tag, thinking it would be between atsumu and osamu (it isn't) but it was beautifully done. i love the prose, the backstory, the interactions with atsumu and sakusa's extended families - honestly one of my favorites of the year so far. <3

Insert Coin To Play e. 178.3k. 17/17. this one is recommended on every sakuatsu fanfic list you will ever find with good reason. amazing premise, details, prose, action, and on-point character development and portrayal. you will also be doing yourself a favor by reading this.

sunaosa

if you like what you see (end your curiosity) e. 5.1k. i try to keep what explicit fics i read to myself but this one deserves to be here. steamy prose and even steamier descriptions. you're doing yourself a favor by reading this.

good luck charm t. 5.7k. in the past, a fox rescued the miya twins from their burning house. 10 years later, osamu meets suna. you can probably tell where this will go 👀 the prose is very whimsical and light, which i enjoyed very much.

i'd like to call you on the way home t. 6.3k. apartment hunting is a form of love, and this fic exemplifies this very well, along with all the little details that bring snos's relationship to life. a beautiful read <3

learning to warm cold hands m. 84.6k. 11/11. suna returns to hyogo after retiring as a pro and reconnects with his ex after seven years, osamu. told in both present and past pov, with a healthy dose of angst, comfort, and eventual happy ending <3 this was in my tabs for the longest time and i finally got around to reading it. definitely one of snos's best gems.

iwaoi

the yellow room t. 14.2k. iwa and oikawa broke up but still live together and pictures of them kissing are still on their fridge. i love vulnerability and insecurity because of how raw it makes a relationship, and this was done beautifully.

kagehina

a green ring upon my finger t. 7.5k. in which hinata thinks his finger is turning green after wearing his wedding ring once too often. very cute with a dash of insecure hinata and comforting kageyama.

from this day forward t. 9.5k. in which kageyama thought it'd be romantic to propose to hinata by putting the ring in a meat bun. absolutely amazing and hilarious. you need this in your life, trust me.

tsukkiyama

Goodnight, Tadashi g. 5.3k. tsukkiyama. in which tsukki buys a body pillow and names it tadashi. i love this trope to death and the ending is just superb!

a good pair of headphones t. 5.8k. tsukkiyama. tsukishima discovers he likes yamaguchi. lots of pining and questioning because tsukki is nothing if not fastidious about his love for yamaguchi. lovely prose!

other

The Best/Worst Places to Cry in the City t. 4.4k. matsukawa gets hit on while crying by hanamaki and then brings him somewhere to cry. poor mattsun, but at least you got your man in the end? i still stand by happiness is in matsuhana fics, btw.

The Mystery of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s Chocolate-Making, Paris-Living Boyfriend t. 8.2k. ushiten. got another rec for you, ushiten anon 😎 the adlers try to figure out who ushijima's boyfriend is and only kageyama seems to figure it out, which is fine. i loved all the different perspectives in this one!

A Perfect Fit t. 10k. arankita. kita gives a pair of gloves to aran, who wears them to ruin during 3rd year and atsumu makes a snarky comment, only for kita to reveal he was the one who made them. aran's brain promptly stops working. very fluffy read!

My Nameless World (I’ll Let You In) t. 18k. kuroken, kagehina. kenma and hinata are roommates and it might as well be like kageyama lives with them too, because of how often he's over. kenma observes their relationship and thinks maybe...maybe's something going on with him and kuroo.

The Five Stages of Being in Love with Your Roommate t. 18.6k. 5/5. bokuaka and kuroken. aka the five stages of grief when it comes to wanting to admit you're in love with your roommate but you don't want to confess, afraid the other won't reciprocate. very cute with both couples getting their happy ending.

[dinadearine]

Feral| Mizu x FEM!Bellydancer!reader

•••MINORS DNI•••

warnings/notes: Smut, Sex, Smut, Fingering, Degration, Tribbing, Hair pulling, Cunnilingus (both receiving), thigh ride (r! receiving), swear words, Public(?) sex, AFAB!reader, Edging/overstimulation, Mizu temporarily being referred to as a 'He/Him'

idk if this should be a warning: Strangers to Lovers

a/n: First time holy shit— Insert song: BALLAKEO by peso pluma, annita

btw some fluffy ending (if you squint)

The night was cheerful, especially for the crowd that surrounds you, the music on loop, performing freestyle solos, swaying and moving your body like a snake.

Mizu was pretty much too focused on her journey, and was just passing by, resisting the urge to peek, but curiousity got the better of her, she did stopped in her tracks to atleast find out the commotion.

Squeezing through the loud crowd, she managed to breathe in fresh air rather than cigar nor alcohol, the stench finally wears off as she looks ahead, seeing you, a goddess.

It strucked her of how beautiful and enticing you look, her eyes mostly wandered off your half exposed body, laced with very thin flowy fabric, and small adorned coin-like golds on the hem of the clothes, she cursed under her breath, feeling— rather heavier than usual as soon as she sets eyes upon you.

The music, your movements, your hips, each sway and roll, she feels herself drawn by not only from your movement, but your skills, her mind drifted off somewhere sinful as she continues to stare, internally moaning out words that describes you, beautiful, sexy, hot, slut.

The clothes may show off the cultural beauty about belly dancing, she knows that, but to her prespective, you look like an absolute type for her, a perfect woman, she can imagine the thing she'd do for you, to you.

Her calloused hands, roaming over your body, every curves and dips, kissing your flaws, the sight of your rolling hips drifted to an imagination of her fingers under your— Focus.

Mizu was not the one to indulge with desires, yes, but for you, she couldn't help but watch closely. You smile and wink on the crowd, the crowd cheers and blew whistles, Mizu was unbothered by the crowd's squirming movements, she was only bothered by you, getting all hot and steamy.

You end with a seductive smooth move of slow deliberate roll of hips, with hands in the air, you bucked side to side synchronized with the music before you bowed, adding up the charm.

Your eyes glided upon the cheerful crowds, until you locked eyes with a rather peculiar stranger.

With a smirk, you winked at them, gestures of 'come hither' to lure the stranger in the back of the stage. You walked with confidence, smirk on your face. You knew that the stranger will come.

|×|•⋆ ⟡ ࣪ ˖ 💞 𓈒 ˚｡⋆•|×|

You entered the dressing room, purposely not locking the door, you unshamefully slide off from your clothes, leaving you naked as you walk up to the closet. Humming to yourself as you find casual clothes, the door creeks open, a small smirk tugged in your lips, you never flinched, never startled, you turned your head to the side to peer at the stranger behind you.

Mizu, breathing unevenly, closed and locked the door securely, he walks up to your naked form. His calloused hands raised to take off his hat and cloak, revealing a Japanese male attire, it slips into your assumptions that the stranger you invited is a male, of course, you grew aroused.

You turned to face the 'man' with a small smirk, unashamed of revealing your body, the man's breath hitched as they drank the sight of your naked form. You walk up to him, hands raising instinctively over his chest.

"You come to indulge?" The man remains unmoving, but he answered, His voice rather feminine, low and controlled, he answered. "what do you think?" his hand slowly raised up, cupping unshamefully on your breast.

You leaned in, letting the man touch you, he remains still, as if he allowed you to touch him aswell, with no words uttered, lips came crashing like swords clashing, Items, table, chair, a mattres, fell and shook away from the path you two stumbled to while kissing, body grinding together, you let out small moans, his hand on your breast slowly squeezed and slides down to your most needed spot.

Brows furrowed, the man took off his glasses revealing sapphire eyes, glowing like the moon. His lips slowly kisses it's way to your jaw, neck, leaning down more to suck on one of your hardened nipples on his lip, you suck in a breath, a choke moan escaped your lips, your hips rolling on his fingers.

Your hands, found it's was to his groin, and to your surprise, it was soft, you were both aroused yet confused, how can a man resist such desires? a rumble of chuckle escaped his lips, providing vibrations on you nipple, you whined, back arching as his fingers quickened the pace.

Climax starts to build up before his fingers stopped abruptly, you pant, disappointed of being denied, the man took off his haori, revealing a binded chest, your brows shot up as he took off the dressing, revealing a pare of breasts, you were dumbfounded.

A woman?

You slowly slide your hand from her groin to her breast, giving it a light experimental squeeze, you look up, seeing the 'woman' smirking before you, you shivered, not from disgust, but from the intense arousal that flows in your veins down to your quivering pussy.

This is better.

Snaking your hands around her waist, you pulled the tall woman close for a kiss, your other hand slides down to tug the hakama off, revealing a white loincloth, already drenched from arousal, you bit your lip as you slowly kneeled down.

Tugging down the damp cloth, revealing Mizu's dripping wet sex, you swear your pupils has blown wide, turning into heart shapes, you lazily leaned in and lap on the woman's pussy, she let out a low groan, her fingers found it's way to your scalp, grip tightening on your locks as she rolled and buck her hips against your lips, you let out a moan, you hands massaging and caressing her strong thighs.

"... You taste so good..." you moaned out in her pussy, providing vibrations, she moaned and chuckled, pulling you closer in her pussy till you couldn't breathe, you continue to lick and suck, tongue skillfully rolling around her clit, and fingers slowly slid in one digit into her, the woman grunts, bucking her hips into you, your teeth grazing on her clit.

"You fucking slut.." she growls, she pulled up, stopping you from eating her out, you whine from both disappointment, and pain as she grip on your hair, she pulled you in for a kiss, your pussy throbbing, she leads you to a nearby chair, she sat down, guiding you on her lap, she slowly lifts her thigh, she released your hair and forcefully grabbed your hips, she pushed you down on her thigh, providing pressure on your sex, she pushed and pull, letting your pussy slide on her thigh, you let out small moans, breasts poking on each other.

"oh fuuck..!" you whimpered, leaning in to kiss her. You can feel her cocky smirk on your lips, blue eyes filled with lust stares at your very soul as if she's reading your mind, you kissed your way down to suck on her nipple, Mizu groaned in response, she controls your hips in a faster pace, causing you to release her nipple with a pop to sob out a moan, eyes rolling back as you pant and gasp. "Oh.. god.. Y--Yes.. Hah..." She revels the way your respond, she grinds faster.

"You like that don't you? huh?" she rasps out, she grabs a fistful of your hair once more to tilt your head up, she leaned in and kissed your neck, leaving hickeys that might last tomorrow, She then bites down on your shoulder, causing you to whine in both pleasure and pain. "You fucking like that? fucking brat."

"Yes..! a-ahh..~.. I like it.. I Love it..!" You sobbed out. Her blue eyes darkens like a seastorm, she grinds your hips faster, feeling a familiar knot tying up in your core, your moans and pants shifts into short gasps and high pitched pleas.

"I'm close.. I'm so close—" Your words were cut off with the tie breaking, releasing your climax, your body trembling and twitching, letting out high pitched moan and whimpers. The woman watched with a lusty chuckle, she slows down the pace, prolonging your orgasm, your creamy slick stained her thigh, spreading your essence nice and wide like a painting using your pretty little pussy.

"Your one perfect slut just for me..." She murmurs in your ear, you shivered, pussy throbbing from her words. She then firmly grasp your hips tighter, stopping you from grinding on her thigh, You pant from the aftermath, leaning to rest your frame on hers. Thankfully she let you rest... For a moment.

Suddenly, with a swift motion, she has you pinned down on a soft mattress, calloused hand slid from your hair down to your breasts, she played with the soft mound, and sucked on your nipples, you shuddered from the contact. She slowly kissed further down, Stomach.. Abdomen.. And finally, your dripping pussy.

Your body twitched from the sensation of a small kiss on your clit, starting to suck and lick, holding your thighs apart, you gasp and cry from overstimulation.

"T-Too much.. Ah.. S-Stop..!" you sobbed, her hands gripping on the sheet as you desperately try to squirm away, but this woman, doesn't back down and kept on lapping like a starved animal, grabbing your ankles to pull you back closer.

"You're not going anywhere, your mine, and I won't stop till I'm satisfied." The woman growled with a stern expression, she pulled you closer, and leaned back down to eat your puffy cunt again, you groaned and sob, back arching as you continue to squirm, she tightens the grip on your hips to pin you in place.

The familiar knot starts to build up in your core once more, you whinced, unable to breathe you gasp for air as you 'almost' rip off the sheets, your hips bucking forward on her skilled mouth.

"Gonna cum...! C-Cumming.." you moaned out, the woman suddenly withdraws, you sob in disappointment, hips practically shaking.

The woman spoke, in her usual low and controlled tone, but laced with seduction. "don't worry, you'll cum soon enough.." she cooed, smirking.

she adjusted her position, intertwining her leg under yours, and the other on top of your hips and slowly, she pushed down, her sex meeting yours, slick starts to mix as she grinds down, she groaned.

"fuck.. You feel so fucking good.." she continues to roll her hips against yours, the knot in your core starts to build up again.

"please— please.. I'm close.. please—" you begged, sobbing as you roll your hips. She chuckles as she continues to grind. Not caring if people could hear you two from the back stage.

"go on, come for me you slut.." The woman growled, intensifying her speed, you could only choke out gasp and pleas, before you two came, loud moans and low groans mixed together, a symphony of lust— cumming on each other's sexes, both of you is clouded by white fogs as you two ride out your high.

Panting from the aftermath of your orgasm, you two laid on the wet mattress to rest, hugging each other's bodies to soothen your exhausted state, kissing and giggling at each other.

"Actually.. What's your name?" you asked, the woman smirks at you, her blue eyes meeting yours filled with not lust, but affection and admiration. She answered.

"..Mizu.. What's yours?" She asked, turning her frame to face yours, intertwining each other's hands like love-sick lovers.

you smiled back, slightly kissing her calloused knuckles.

"..Y/N."

OMG FINALLY FINISHED! if y'all ever saw bad grammar or spelling mistakes please let me know (cause it's my first time publishing smut lol)

[athetos]

If you are still accepting these playlist:title

We will reunite

Hmmm this is a tough one, you have to understand I mostly listen to conceptual heavy metal and ACAB punk so I have to dig hard for songs about romance and stuff… but I got you… gotta delve into my massive emo discography for this

A day to remember - if it means a lot to you

A day to remember - you had me at hello (adtr is very good at acoustic ldr songs)

Blink-182 - always

Paramore - still into you

State champs - around the world and back

My chemical romance - the only hope for me is you

[moonsuke]

Blue lock 301 leaks

I saw the leaks… Nagi looks so dead… This hurts way more than 300 tbh the way Nagi was constantly wondering if Choki changed while he was gone (and he was always so happy and accepting of it too), the way he was always so excited when he noticed himself changing, all that wonder just to be thrown back in his face that both of them didn’t change at all… this hurts man.

Choki really is used as a metaphor for Nagi, there's a really cute moe point about that I really like lol, and how Nagi's the only one who has this. I love how he gently set Choki down by his bed with the implication he went to collect it from Baaya? It feels sadder somehow, him collecting his pet cactus and going home alone… Hope to see this expanded in epinagi (in like 5 years…).

And again, knsr is STILL gatekeeping Nagi’s tears from us… Look, I wouldn’t be clamouring for it this much if it wasn’t teased during the Naruhaya scene!! Don’t tell me we’ll only be seeing it in epinagi?? Then what about his backstory??? knsr is just so MEAN. I just know he’s taking joy writing this whole Nagi dying arc and drawing it out.

It won’t end until Nagi hits utter despair though, because no matter how dead he looks it just doesn’t feel like his lowest point yet which means… maybe Nagi tears next chap?? 😭 I really think it’s been set up that his utter despair means tears AND KNSR JUST KEEPS DRAWING IT OUT. I know it’s cause Nagi’s the sorta character where it’ll take longer for emotions and the reality of the situation to set in, and considering this would be his first time experiencing such a set back too it makes sense. I really do like the care knsr is putting to writing his character, reactions and story.

302’s titled “もういい” (That’s enough/I’m done) and idk, it just sounds so depressing and defeated and also so Nagi-ish? His entire narrative is set up to find his inner fire so obviously his story isn't ending here. Plus I love how he's the only eliminated players with such a huge focus lol (except kngm at that time).

Like even with the new covers omg, for both epinagi and bllk, both feature Nagi! knsr sure can't bear to let him go/let us forget him the way he keeps inserting Nagi everywhere, love that as a Nagi stan. You've no idea how happy I was to see him featured alone (with death) on volume 7. 7 is reserved for Nagi and him alone!!

And the Buratsuta cover too with the Nagi coin was honestly so funny. I swear rong fans all share the same brain cell lol, all of us were just thinking of Nagi falling victim to the dirty ways of the capitalist, fat, old, rich swine (plus Ray dark??) and Reo having a financial battle with him (plus some NTR 😭).

Speaking of Reo, I thought it was hot how stoic and angsty he is this chap in his suit and all (Are they in their Egoist exhibition suits?)... Truly future CEO material. Its especially hot because of the contrast with his emotionally wrecked self last chap lol. I wonder what's he thinking and cooking up. Any diabolical mastermind plans?? 👀

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I also love how we're continuing with the Isanagi moments and parallels. Him and Reo are really the only ones moping about Nagi. When it comes to Nagi's story, it'll always be the 2 of them be it if the shippers like it or not. Isagi regretted he could only say "don't quit soccer" but I actually thought that was really meaningful and I found the Isanagi scene in 300 way more impactful than even the Reonagi ones which were the bulk of the chap. I actually had a lot of thoughts for last chap to the point I couldn't get everything out but basically I just really really like the Isanagi scene lol. I'm just glad we still have Isagi thinking of Nagi this chap, really cements their bond and the importance of Nagi's role in the series.

And about their parallel, as I've said over and over... Their trajectories are meant to be opposite of the other and this chapter further hammers that in with Isagi reaching the peak of his soccer career and gaining recognition, full ego shining in his eyes and all but Nagi?? All dead and alone at home.

It hits especially hard cuz it was NAGI who really wanted recognition what with his whole "hello japan i'm nagi seishiro" and "wait for me, world", he’s all about trying to feel that heat, that spotlight, wanting to shine the brightest (I’m still thinking this is part of Nagi's ego) but all of these again, got STOLEN by Isagi 😭😭😭😭 It's just so sad and honestly if this was any other character besides Nagi I would be wondering how wounded is their pride but I feel like for Nagi's character, issues like "pride" isn't a focus.

Anyway... I wonder if this'll be a way to fire him up seeing Isagi stealing all these from him. Isagi really be stealing from everyone lol, like how he stole Nagi from Reo (kinda parallel how Reonagi views "treasure" differently but I digress). I've honestly no idea what's gonna happen with Nagi's rebirth except that giant hint on Buratsuta's cover... I thought he would be gone from the series for a bit but at the rate things are going, will he even be gone? LOL. knsr really can't let go of him man, I love that.

I wanted Nagi's rebirth to wait a bit before happening but if we're diving into BL tropes of nasty old men and falling victim to capitalism and perhaps exploring the darker sides of the sports world... I'm kinda all for it 🤡

[its-to-the-death]

Fourth Wall Fight Wave 1 Preliminary Round #3

The winner will enter the bracket

Propaganda for each character below the cut. May contain spoilers!

Kayne

Patreons of the show can vote on what will happen next in the story. After a vote ending up with a perfect 50/50 split, Kayne tells the main character "Someone should tell your friends that coins don't land on their sides!". There might very well be other instances of similar behaviour, but if so I don't remember right now.

Kirby

Mod comment: I've inserted all videos that are linked here He waves at the player when on the warpstar in Kirby & the Forgotten Land (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aco_-PuIyys) He also can wave at the player when they press a specific button (I forgot which) in Kirby's Return to Dream Land Deluxe (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1khGLbtkIs) There are two separate moments in Kirby: Triple Deluxe where Kirby (when he's in Hypernova) inhales a Boss's healthbar (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aybDyXwKQw0 <this is only one of those moments) There's a few other games he breaks the Fourth Wall in but I can't find videos for them >w< 

Magolor

He acknowledges if you're playing the demo version of RTDLD. Wants your irl money by offering gem apples with microtransactions in Kirby Clash games.

Pepper Ann

The whole episode is a film noir parody, Pepper Ann is in detention throught the episode narrating and she is able to clear her name of stealing an otter statue. However she also saved the frogs from being dissected and they were getting loose in the school hallways and at the end we pan out from the detention room and we hear "I still have 11 minutes to tell you this one!" and then the circle closes out We even see the frogs in the science lab earlier and it says "Frog row" It's funny because the episodes are that length, but also because for some reason some random episodes of Pepper Ann are double length when they don't have to be and there is a to be continued title usually there so she has a point there. She certainly could have told that story to a captive audience and they literally set it up, but she was cut off.