#this is what would happen if haru turned into one of those all bite no love vamps

[iwaasfairy]

Hi, Fairy! Maybe your first blowjob with Sakura from Windbreaker?

this is awfully soft for my blog but for just this once I will provide you the fluffy smut you want bc it got awayyy from me :>> first impressions, I like haru

tw. blowjob, spit, neither are virgins but Haruka is having a first

“Okay, my turn.” You giggle, and roll over after putting your drink precariously close to the edge of the coffeetable. “Hmm… weirdest place you’ve gotten a blowjob?” Your head’s too close to his thigh, you’re not being subtle. Your toes basically curl without intent at even having this conversation with him. It’s the most overtly sexual you’ve been with him— and you’re alone. Blame a girl for being giddy. When it stays quiet for a few seconds, you get anxious though.

“What, you can ask me my favorite positions, but I can’t ask something personal back?” He’s still looking, and you swear you catch him staring at your lips when you look over.

“No…” His normally serious, predatory eyes flick away. “Never had that so, gotta pass.” Your lips smack, and he seems to tense at the sound.

“What’dyou mean? You’ve never…” You look up at him innocently, genuine curiosity making it’s way over your features. Haruka’s got a massive blush on his face all of a sudden, running from his nose to the tips of his ears as he stares resolutely at the corner of the room instead of you. He speaks much too loudly to be unbothered by the topic.

“It means what it fucking means. Stop staring at me, brat. You might’ve got around when you were young,” he bursts out -and you would take it personally if he didn’t look down at you like something to eat earlier- “but I wasn’t all that popular back home. I had a reputation of being a hardass, so no girls were jumping for the opportunity, alright?!” He’s loud enough that if your big brother was home, he’d come in to check in on you. Luckily then that he isn’t. Sakura’s all tense and balled fists, and it makes you quiet; then giggle when he finally takes those mismatched eyes away from the wall back down at your face.

Your giggles die down as soon as he starts getting up out of the couch, and you shoot into motion to wrap soft fingers around his wrist. “Haru~ kun, wait! You have to give me time to react first, seriously.” He’s so tense you can feel each muscle in his forearm flex when you slide your hand up just a little. After a bit of debating, with your big, soft eyes still aimed at him, he eventually sits back down. But pulls his arm away from you to cross them over his chest instead, with a ‘what?’ sort of expression.

You bite your lip. “Around the campfire the other night, you … Didn’t you tell the guys you weren’t a vir-”

Again that fucking blush, now also over his hands as he smacks it over your mouth— hot palm shutting you up as his eyebrows get so high on his forehead. When he realizes that this isn’t really the way to shut a lady up, he frowns, and his chest rises and falls a little too quickly. For such a tough guy- he really can’t handle teasing at all. “How did you know about that?! And- w-what about it, anyway?” He keeps your eyes with a searching expression for a bit longer. As if he’s trying to see if you’re mad. What’s there to be mad about? You’re both adults. When he doesn’t find any accusations in your irises, he lets go of you. Seriously, this guy.

“Was that a lie?” you ask.

You’ve known him for a while now. At least enough for you to get a slight little crush on your brother’s friend— and this is the first time since maybe high school that he got this flustered. Usually, you’re the one a flushed mess whenever he’s around. Tonight’s been different. Instead of backing down, he puffs his chest out a little, and looks back at you. You don’t want to let it go to your head, but when you ask it he lets his gaze trail all over your body where you’re resting, lingering on the way your shorts have ridden up between your thighs.

“No, it wasn’t a fucking lie. Some stuff happened back in highschool and I ended up getting plenty of experience.” Those pretty eyes keep yours, and he licks his bottom lip. “Believe me, I know what I’m doing on that front.” There it is. Under all of that thinly veiled temper— is the guy who makes your head spin when he’s around with his hopeless brashness. You’re smitten.

You sit up, instead shifting your legs under you as you run a hand through your hair and brush it away from your face instead, exposing the long stretch of neck that he also takes a slow journey down with his eyes. It’s as flattering as it is making your hairs stand on end, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. When you manage to calm your racing heart rate a little, you smile, eyes on the ground.

You breathe out. “But you’ve never had your,” now it’s your turn to struggle through the words, “your dick sucked?” The dent in the wall from where your big brother once threw a chair is endlessly interesting now. “Do you want to? I mean- not- I’m not asking for me to- just- in general.” You smooth your hands over your shorts to readjust them. Now would be a good time to get a drink, tingles trailing up and down your spine. “I mean- isn’t that a lot of pressure for whichever poor girl is the first?” You can’t bear to look at him, but you have a feeling Haruka’s smiling at the side of your face. You could shoot yourself. “Thirsty,” you squeak.

When you slide your legs off the couch with the intention to escape to safety for a bit, a warm palm now grabs onto your upper arm, winding around it with just enough pressure to keep you from going. You’re so rigid that when he gets closer and the air of his breath dusts over your ear, you squeak. “Where are you going? Gotta give me some time to react first, don’t you?” You barely manage to look back at him, but when you do you’re nose to nose. He trails fingertips around your ear before nudging your chin up with one finger. “Say, if I ask for it myself, would it still pressure you? If I show you how badly I want you to?”

Then after a second he tilts his head in thought. “Only you.” You can’t think straight, can only focus on the sliver of distance left between your lips. Holy fuck, your heart is beating so hard it makes you a bit shaky. Sakura’s lashes flutter as he whispers the next words against your lips— and all you can think about is how good he looks in the low light of the tv. His words are slow, as his fingers drag through your hair to hold you in place. “Can I ask? To put that pretty fucking mouth on my cock?”

Your entire body tingles, and you nod. “Yeah.” Your mouth meets his eagerly, but not as eager as Haruka is when shifting his body weight into you and almost knocking teeth when you kiss. His tongue’s sweet, a little bitter because of the drinks, as it pushes against yours and kisses and sucks the air out of you. His free hand wrapping around your waist drags you against him more, tilting your head back for his access by a soft pull on your hair. When you disconnect for a moment you breathe his name, and he sits back to pat his lap a few times.

“Come. Sit for me first.”

“You have no clue-” you pant as you get onto him, feeling those strong thighs flexing under your own, “how long I’ve wanted to.” His brows slant up at the admission, as you pull your shirt over your head. “Do this, that is. I’ve had a crush on you for like three years. I haven’t been constantly thinking of ways to trick you into having you fuck my mouth.” A soft chuckle shakes his chest when he follows your lead to take off his own shirt, tosses it somewhere. Then he kisses you again, and smiles.

“I wouldn’t be upset if you admitted you had.” As you roll your hips against him, you’re pleased to already feel his bulge pushing against you. He looks positively radiant looking up at you like he is, biting his bottom lip as his hands grip your tits through your bra and he can’t hold back a smile. You can’t help but kiss him again, and start making marks on the pretty skin below his jaw. Haruka groans. “I’ve wanted you too, by- agh- the way. So much longer than that. Not to say that I waited or nothin’… ” He admits after a few seconds of trailing kisses down his neck and collarbones, making your way down to the patch of white hairs from his navel down. His voice gets heavier when he bucks up into your doughy pussy, only separated by a few bits of fabric. “But I’ve wanted your lips wrapped around my cock since freshman year- fuck.”

You’re halfway down his body and pulling his sweats out of the way when you look up at him with big eyes, and a surprised giggle makes it’s way out of your open mouth. “Freshman year?! You’ve been wanting to fuck your friend’s little sister’s mouth since freshman year?” He’s quick to lift his ass and push the pants to his knees along with his underwear, and grabs his cock at the base as another blush makes it’s way over his face.

“Shut up- just… If you’re gonna do it, do it.” He’s all flushed and honestly, adorable as he glances between his own body and you where you’re now on your knees on the carpet. He watches you lick your lips and give him some time to squeeze out a drop of glossy pre, before running his free hand through his hair to get it out of his face. “No p-pressure, though. Anything you do will be more than enough for me.” It’s so genuine it almost makes you hold back on giving him your best.

Almost. “No way. If you’ve been waiting to fuck my mouth for that long…” You smile up at him, blink your long lashes, and then pat the puffy head against your hot lips a few times.

Your lips meet his swollen tip with a hum, before blowing a bubble of spit and pushing your tongue against him, wrapping it around the hot head. Your tongue squirms as you wet it with as much spit as you can, before putting your lips on him and slowly feeding more of his cock inside with a hum- batting your lashes up in time to watch how Haruka’s eyes widen and then he has to push them closed entirely. “O-oh fuck. Fuck; You’re-” Your tongue rubs over his slit to taste the slightly salty, musky pre and your hand moves down to squeeze his shaft, then gripping his hot, heavy balls. “A- ugh- hold on.”

“Holy fuck- ah- fucking shit.” His normally tense expression takes on a wonderful helplessness as you push your cheeks together and hollow them around him, suck slow first and then harder— and Haruka groans deeply. “So pretty. Oh shit, I’m close. I’m already close- slow down.”

He opens his eyes for a few seconds, only to close them again, placing his hand on top of your head to hold you back a little. Your tongue strokes the underside of his shaft, melting along the curve of one throbbing vein. “Fu—ck me, you’re- so fucking good at this, you’re so good. Ah, agh ah.” He pants, opens his eyes, strokes your crown a few times as his cock fills your mouth up and you pull back, leaking spit. “Taste good, does it?”

“Mhm.” It’s too messy and hot between his legs for you to stay entirely untouched, as you rub his spongey, pink head on the outside of your cheeks. One hand makes it’s way between your own legs to grind against your own palm, while the other winds just tight enough around the base of him to make his breathing hitch. “Haru~ y’taste so good. Feel nice in my mouth too.”

“I promise you-,” his leg twitches when you stroke slow motions on the slick length of him, “you feel even better.” You dip your face to instead take his balls into your mouth instead and suck, and the nervous twitch becomes a full on spasm that has him grabbing your head by the hair. “Oh-oh don’t do that. I’m- I wanna come in your mouth. Fuck, baby. What the fuck.” The pull aches, but watching him basically glare at you from under thick lashes makes your entire body glow. When he wraps his larger hand around yours to hold you still for a moment, you can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face. “You can’t keep doing that, unless you want me to cum all over your face.”

“But I like tasting you so much.” You pout. Your hair sticks to your neck, and your tears make your lashes sticky. He looks at you like you’re a princess though. Your pussy clenches around nothing. “Stand up for me?” Haruka’s frown comes back at that, but he strokes comforting pets over your head as he thinks. He eventually grits his teeth when you let go of him entirely, escaping from his touch. It’s too hot, and really— you ache to be touched too. But it’s so nice to watch that blush spread on his neck. You get back a little and squeeze his thigh, and with a bit more urging he stands up out of the couch.

Thick, pretty cock right before your nose, he twitches before you. Your eyes find his when you smile. You stick your tongue out to drop some drool onto your fingers, and hold your hand out. Haruka’s face only blanks. “Want to fuck my face on your pace instead?”

“No.” It takes a few seconds to register the expression he’s wearing, but it isn’t one of annoyance. Instead he’s holding out his hand to pull you up— and you let him. “Bend over here. It’s my turn.”

[sharkinlovewithadolphin]

rinharu, 32

Thank you so much!! This was a lot of fun lol - and technically my first prompt, too! :D Prompt List #5 32. “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!” Proofed by @illbebuyingallofthoseflowers ❤ 

~*~ Haru, Nagisa and Rin were sitting on a bench outside the Samezuka school area after a joint practice. Everyone else had already headed home, but somehow the trio ended up staying for a bit longer. Nagisa and Rin were watching a long trailer for an upcoming romance movie, while Haru was reading up on some English homework, hoping to take advantage of Rin should he wind up on a dead end with it. Hi, an attractive male actor said in the trailer. He obviously played a character way too young for his own age, unsurprisingly. Hi, a girl replied, flirtatiously twirling a strand of hair with her fingers. You look pretty hot, the guy continued and looked the girl up and down while biting his lip, making her giggle, and making Nagisa laugh out loud. The rest of the trailer was an equal let down, but it somehow perfectly depicted the decline in romance that Rin had unwillingly observed. As a confirmation of that, a couple walked by them, one of them pushing a stroller, and both of them looking at their phones - not even as much as holding hands. “No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore,” Rin complained once the couple was out of reach. “What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, playing pocky, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!” “No one’s stopping you from doing any of those things.” Haru argued, a bit dryly, as if he couldn’t care less about the particular topic. “But if you’re going to play music outside of my window, don’t play it too loud or my neighbors will get annoyed.” “What?” Rin turned bright red. “I- I wasn’t talking about you!” “You weren’t?” Haruka asked surprised and looked up from his English book. “Uh- Um- I-” Rin stammered, caught off guard by the look Haru gave him. “I don’t know?” “Hehe, Rin-chan has landed himself in a tight spot,” Nagisa cheekily intervened. “Oi, shut up!” Rin was entirely flustered and he didn’t need Nagisa teasing him on top of it. “Dancing in the rain sounds nice, though,” Haruka added, as he got up and then left before Rin had a chance to fully catch on. Back on the bench, Rin was left absolutely speechless and quite confused, Nagisa beside him looking way too amused about the whole situation for Rin’s liking. “I hope it rains soon,” Nagisa smiled, and it would have been endearing if his expression wasn’t so smug. “You little…” Rin threw an arm over Nagisa’s neck and shoulders, pulled him downwards and towards himself, while roughly, but playfully, rubbing the knuckles of his closed fist over the top of Nagisa’s head. ~*~ No more than a couple of days later, Haru and the others from the Iwatobi swim club team were invited back to Samezuka. The others all had different excuses as to why they couldn’t go, but told Haru he should go anyway, though they seemed very suspiciously pushy about it. Haru reached Samezuka’s swimming facilities and opened the door, only to be met with the sight of Nagisa and Ai standing on opposite sides close to the doors, holding up hoses with water coming out. The two held the hoses upright, making the water come down in drizzling droplets. Haru stepped inside and the water dripped down over him. Haru noticed Rin walking towards him, not in a swimsuit but his school uniform, like Haru himself. And like the rest of the people in the room, Haru just noticed. There wasn’t even anyone in the pool yet. Rin stepped closer, into the water from above, and bowed down in front of Haru. “May I have this dance?” Rin asked, overly formal for a guy in his specific situation, slowly getting equally as drenched in water as Haru was. He reached out a hand in an offer. “Rin? What’s this?” Haru asked, confused, as he hesitantly accepted Rin’s out-stretched hand. He briefly looked around the room, before Rin caught his attention again by pulling him closer and awkwardly tried to hold him as if to guide him in a dance. “What are you doing?” “It’s summer and dry season…” Rin trailed off in an attempt for an excuse. The water from above had completely drenched his hair to the point where it covered his face and his eyes. He was beginning to look a little pathetic, though that went away when he slid a hand through his hair, slicking it backwards, before letting his hand fall down again, and placing it against Haru’s back. After that, he looked more like a hot mess than anything else. He tried so bravely and hard to keep his cool, while trembling inside and feeling absolutely flustered, as well as a beginning, slight feeling of regret. “This was the next best thing to rain that I could think of.” “What happened to romance?” Haru asked with a sideways smile, allowing himself to be pulled closer while he put a hand around Rin in return. “It had to become a bit more spontaneous today,” Rin said playfully and spun Haru around, nearly making him slip on the wet tiles in the process. “It’s not spontaneous if you plan it,” Haru pointed out, a bit breathlessly. “I had to, since it won’t rain for a while.” “Maybe the water doesn’t like you, after all?” Haru theorized. “How about you try to make it rain, then, water freak?” Rin responded, his voice a bit annoyed, though his expression affectionate. “Or do something else completely spontaneous?” Haru wriggled his one hand out from Rin’s grap and the other away from its place at Rin’s back. Then he moved both hands upwards, grabbed Rin’s face and pulled him into a kiss. The water above them went away, then it started dripping in all directions, as Nagisa and Ai started jumping up and down while cheering, still holding onto the hoses.

[redlightdistrict-emuniverse]

I'm happy to see that the blog's doing well, Em <3

After mulling this over for a bit, I finally got an idea for an ask lololol.

So, I was thinking about an SO who as Scarlet, works in the red light district. This SO has been forced into indebtured servitude as a way to pay for their parents debt, and they've known the gang since they were young, basically childhood friends.

Knowing this, what would everyone do/react to their SO asking them to escape together or if they're the ones asking the SO to escape together, knowing that there are ears and eyes everywhere, after all nothing goes unnoticed in this place. Pls be as angsty as possible. (They get caught, one of them gets cold feet, etc.)

Such a tragic fate, isn't it? The red light district has never been known for nice stories with beautiful endings after all, has it?

TW: Angst, murder, kidnapping, torture, important character deaths.

Also, long post. EDIT: My ass really missed the childhood friends trope I'm so sorry Q_Q I hope this is still okay though UEEUEUEUEEU I can re-write it if you want just send me an ask again <3 -Emiwee stoopid

PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Scarlet

Scarlet was always unfortunate, not only had she been caged forever since birth but someone just as important as her was in the same position... And that hurt more than her own fate. She would cut her own wings and give them to you if that'd assure you'd be free from this place and fly far, far away.

Her wings are so tainted by now though, Scarlet is not sure how you could use them to fly.

She was already ready to resign to her horrible fate and die with it, but when you so sweetly and hopefully asked to escape with her, she almost had hope too. You reminded her of those old memories of a young Scarlet who believed she could ever be free too, before her hopes were grabbed and crushed within reach. Was it really possible for either of you to be free? The dark alleys as insecure as they were, it was the home for "filth" like her... But you surely didn't deserve to be called such thing.

And because you didn't deserve it, she gave you her so usual smile and agreed to it all. She seemed secure, she seemed to really think you'd be free... That night when you both were preparing to run, you even could feel hope in the way she grabbed your face and kissed you so deeply it seemed to burn deeply into your lips, leaving a mark forever in there.

"No matter what happens or what you hear, you have to run and keep running, alright?"

With both your hands firmly clasped together, you started running out towards the gates. The clouds seemed to hide the moonlight, giving you more opportunity to hide and you had turned to beam a smile to Scarlet, but you were unable to tell her expression due to the darkness surrounding you both. It was when the sound of a single gunshot made you bite down a gasp and her hand let go to push you.

"Remember what I told you! I'm right behind you!"

And so you ran and ran, your back merging with the darkness and taking you away forever from that place. The moonlight finally poured under Scarlet, blood pouring from her shoulder as a single tear fell from her face but she had a beautiful smile put on. "Fly, and be free... My heart will always be right behind you" with that whisper she turned back, raising her hands in surrender to the giant amount of people pointing her with guns.

"...Don't worry, I won't run away again."

Haru

You two had met simply by accident, but it was the most beautiful accident in his life. Every day he did something stupid, and sure, he was probably not the luckiest person out there but whenever he was with you he felt like anything could be done, that he was worth so much more than he could ever thought. Haru would never thought that waiting for his friend Leandro to finish his shift would guide him into such a beautiful person as you.

You are the only reason he ever continues to come back.

Haru could barely process the fact you were caged to this place forever... How? Why? What did you even do to deserve this kind of destiny so cruel?

"I- I..." your pleads to be freed, to escape with him, it seemed all like a movie to him. In movies, the leads usually manage to escape and find their happy ending... But what would he do if that doesn't happen? He felt panic on the pit of his stomach. He could run, he could fight, he was willing to do all of that for you, but just how big is the thing you guys are fighting against?

Would it really end with just some punches and kicks?

"...Snow" he usually used that nickname when he felt like you were so small and fragile that he wanted to hold you in his hands. Haru was aware that wasn't possible. "Do you have a plan...?" he needed to know it all, what can he help you with? How can he make sure you're safe?

And a plan you had. A very risky one, but one that Haru was willing to take. That night he had entered the gates in the same way he was used to, but he wasn't sure if he'd be going out of them this time. You both met and hugged stronger than ever. He gave you a change of his own clothes and used his coat to cover up so you could change. Trembling, he nodded to you.

You walked naturally together, trying to walk past the first gate and... It worked. No one paid attention to you both as you made your way out, and you could taste it, a new life with your most beloved boyfriend. Until before the last gate, everything was suddenly so quiet it could be felt in your bones. Hands seemed to come out of nowhere from the alleys and both you and Haru got grabbed, it was so swift, so fast, your hands could only barely touch before you both were dragged away from each other to never met again.

The way his eyes looked at you that day, it's a memory you could barely remember now, under the darkness of the alleys.

Nova

Nova met you when he was dragging one of his workers from one of those brothels, after he had been found out to be missing for days. The Nova of that day seemed cold, sharp and absolutely not willing to interact with you or anyone of that place. Yet something attracted you two together, maybe it was the way that cold exterior was just hiding the softest person on the inside, or the way your situation made Nova's instincts kick and want to keep you safe. The red light district was a place Nova has always kept an eye on, in a more powerful way than most people could tell.

When you suggested escaping, he wasn't surprised. His eyes softened, looking at your figure and pulling his tinted glasses away to sigh. "...You can't escape" it was a rather cold and harsh blunt reality. "...But I'm not leaving you here either" Nova was rarely weak with anything...

But you, you made him so weak, so weak he couldn't contain these emotions of needing you safe.

"...I can't tell you right now how, it's not safe." it was all he was going to say about this matter, and it was the way he seemed to brush over your words what left your heart hurting; was he really worried? Did he really intend to do anything about it? ...Were just part of his fun? It was common to have these thoughts, but keeping quiet is all you could do.

So you decided to take your own destiny into your hands. You didn't need anyone's help, not even his. Whatever fate had for you... You'll take it.

...

Not so many days after, Nova had shown up on the brothel, dressing up in a fancy suit and many other bodyguards and men behind him. He was here to talk of important matters, first of all, to dismantle this brothel due to the horrible ways of forcing people into sex labor and also to get the freedom of all the women being forced to work here. His posture was confident and firm, he had all the things he needed to destroy this entire business, and even more powerful people under his arm.

It was on his plans to free you all even before you told him you were a prisoner of this place; he knew, way before that, all that is going on here. He just needed more information, more proof, more things to finally put an end to it. And you gave it all to him, he couldn't wait to finally have you free on his arms. It was until everything had gone down and dismantled that he kept seeing the women rush to safety...

That no matter how many women walked out, you were not there. Where did you go? What did they do to you? Are you perhaps going outside for a stroll while this all happened?

To this day, he is still searching for you, to this day, he is still crushing his head and heart and beating himself up for not being fast enough for you. Only once, he just wants... To see you once more.

Leandro

It was a matter of time he'd meet with someone there. Yet... He didn't expect that he'd fall so deeply in love with you. Your smile, the way your eyes looked at his and even the way you spoke and walked, it was all imprinted in his brain, and it was so silly but so... So inevitable. Leah knows, you're not free in this district. Unless you've joined here by choice, you're most likely a prisoner of the darkness and the red lights, meant to live and die here.

Yet that didn't stop his brain for searching for ideas to help you be free. The safest choice was to buy your freedom, but he didn't make enough money to free you soon, and even with you both saving together it'd take at least a few years before you could barely make enough money to try.

"Love, listen to me" Leah held your face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks, and giving you a smile to reassure you. "We have to find a way, I'm sure there must be one. I mean- not like you're the first one who ever tried, right? But! We can't risk it, we have to think of this with a cold head" or that's what one of his best friends would say, anyway.

You would visit sometimes on his host bar to talk of ways to plan your escape, and everything seemed to be working perfectly. You had set a date where you would use the bad weather to mix and hide, plus use the excuse of Leandro as a host to imply you were just another client walking out of the district... Everything was so well done, but the walls seemed to have ears and whisper back everything you had said.

On one of your meetings, just a day prior your escape day, you and Leandro had been surrounded by men from your brothel and captured. You both woke up on a rather ominous place where you couldn't tell the time, and a single wall separated you from Leandro. Your screams were enough to drive him crazy, and no matter how many limbs they'd cut from him he'd still call your name in hopes you were somehow, still alive.

But was being alive worth it at all now? Would death have been better? ...Maybe never meeting would've made it easier for you both? Would you still be safe, out there?

His thoughts were filled only with your name, as a last cut to his throat filled his view with darkness and death guided his dreams.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Unattainable | Yandere Ouran Host Club x Reader

You were visiting Haruhi in the host club, per her request via letter. Meeting every summer you two had become the friendliest of pen-pals. As such you two would share your lives and feelings in all it's unexciting glamor; recently including her adventures in the Ouran host club. Private and selective your school integrated with Ouran academy for a time to celebrate the partnership between the school. When you informed your dearest friend that you were coming she wanted to see you and bare witness to the insanity she had been subjected you. Unfortunately you were a very driven person moved solely by your truest love: food. While other friends, your siblings, and even your parents had left you, your ability to properly socialize has diminished. Haruhi was the only one to withstand your bluntness, realizing your personality buried by your lack of communication. As such incentives for your enjoyment had to be dangled before you for you to act. This was such a typical behavior of yours that Haruhi compared it to a dog for a bone as nicely as possible. Your bone to take time from you leaving to your home was cake. Plus your bestfriend would get to spend more time with you than in between classes. Just as usual when those blue doors to the music room opened rose petals flew out and Tamaki was there with an open palm. "Welcome my-" "Where is my cake?" "……"

Everyone deadpanned at the very blank but determined face that you had. The confused gawking being broken by Haruhi skipping out of her place to glomp you uncharacteristically. Her proximity to you had you heating up in a blush that Haruhi subtley chuckled at. "I-i came because you said there'd be cake." "I did and you'll get some but you'll have to have tea with me." "Of course." As she took your hand leading you to her table the host club had time to register what just happened. "That's Haru-chan's guest?" "Apparently so, who would expect her to be such good friends with a (L/n) let alone anybody for that matter." "And the way Haruhi treats them…" "She hardly gives us anything at all." "SHE DOESNT GREET ME LIKE THAT!!!" And this was the sum of the reactions throughout the entirety of service. And as the room cleared of their guests you remained happily attached to Haruhi as you munched on your fourth piece of cake. "(L/n) if I may ask how long have you known our beloved Haruhi?" "…." Once again everyone deadpanned as you ignored Kyoya for another bite of cake. Haruhi on the otherhand snickered at you before calling your name. You jumped, realizing that you were being spoken to in the first place. Wordlessly you questioned why she called you, she nodded her head in the direction of Kyoya who was trying to save face despite your lack of response. "Did you need something, sir?" "I asked about your relationship with Haruhi."

"Oh well…" You seemed to curl into yourself as though to hide behind the plate of cake you had cleared. "She's my best friend. And I wanted to see her in the environment she's spoken so fondly of." This time it was Haruhi's turn to blush, and the club to teasingly gush. You would smile as they carried on with their typical fighting. You were happy for her.

The next time you would be baited into the host club was less anticipated. You arrived with no words uttered between you or your dearest friend instead lasering your focus on the specific directions requiring you to sit at a table standing alone and with cake on top of it. For the whole service you just sat alone eating your full cake in the corner awkwardly angled towards the guests and hosts. You weren't bothering anyone and Haruhi seemed to be in a better mood since you showed up so they didn't bother. Come to find when they questioned her she had no idea why you were here. You showed your written invitation with a mysterious alias that referred to you as milk and signed as your partner in crime. When they tried to ask you who it maybe you can only say that 'you don't commit crimes least of all with someone who isn't Haruhi.' From there they make it their mission for the week to find out who your mysterious sender is. Sure enough all through out the week this 'partner in crime' would prepare various sweets to gorge upon as they ruled out suspects every day ultimately finding that there was only one letter left but because of its stipulations you timidly asked Haruhi for them to back off. Now the letter asked that you come to the former music room earlier than the end of the day. You showed up prepared to be attacked but instead you found a blushing and fidgety Honey. "Honey, if you'd please leave I'm supposed to be meeting someone in secret." "It's me." "Your what?" "I'm the 'Partner in Crime' I'm the Honey to your milk…" "I detest that phrase, we've committed no crimes together." Your attention was wondering again. "(Y/n)." He called watch your (e/c) optica refocus on him and light up in recognition. "Honey? Are you the one giving me free sweets?" "Yes." "Oh well thank you for them they made me quite happy." "….I'm glad but-wait (Y/n) where are you going?!" He looked up from his shuffling feet to see you turned and already at the door. "Oh I thought that was all. Go ahead then." He was now fully red practically steaming as he was revving up to say what he needed. "I-i love you (Y/n)! As a lover! Would you date me?!" He shouted earnestly refusing to open his eyes as he waited for an audible reaction." "You? Wish to date me?" "Yes." He lifted his head to see your eyes looking down at him just because of your towering height over him. Because of your listless expression it looked like you were glaring at him bit you weren't. But it felt like it. "Absolutely Not." You had turned to leave but were stopped by the emotional exclamation, "WHY?!" You stopped only turning your head enough for him to see the side of your face. "I'd quite literally be arrested. Child or not I can't in good conscience see you as anything more than someone I can barely have relations to." With that you walked away headed to meet your dearest friend Haruhi who was already waiting in the hallway. You remember you told her how you were leaving early on a vacation mandated by your remaining guardian. You said you would've invited her for the long weekend but you didn't want her to miss school and the host club. But she reassured you latching herself onto you as she pulled you to your vehicle and driver. "I don't mind missing a day if it means I'm with you." You smiled back at her allowing her to playfully squeeze next to you in the backseat. Any thoughts that lingered of anything mildly nauseating dissipated at the presence of Haruhi, just like it always did.

Honey was heart-broken at first. Had you truly felt nothing of his letters endued with poetry? About how much he wanted to partake in your life even before you formally met? He had seen you while scouting out homemade (f/p) ordering the amount you wanted which was enough to make the cashier and baker gawk. He watched you aloof to the stares you walked out carrying your own three boxes to your inconspicuous truck. Then he was just shocked. You rejected him because he was too cute? Never once had this been an issue most of the girls that confessed seem to find him just their type. Perhaps it was the underlying brother-complex but nonetheless this was his ball park; one that you entirely trashed. He remembered that a little after your second-hefty shipment of (f/p) that he began following you. Of course you never caught on, how could you? After all you only left your house for menial things, avoiding security for your sweet tooth. Never had he met someone so dedicated to food and thinking on it maybe that's why he was so interested. That same dedication directed towards him, would be lovely. You were like Morinozuka, in that you weren't a great talker but you could tell that you both truly cared. And for him to see you hold such a look with Haruhi, was infuriating. Now he was mad. You have the audacity to refuse him for Haruhi. Whether this is your fault or not he blames your dearest friend as the one who has made this decision. Ignoring that the words came from your own mouth, you weren't at fault. Honey was going to save you from Haruhi's influence. "Morinozuka." He called firmly into the nearly empty room, out of the darkness Mori was readying himself to run "Yes Mitskuni." "Make them need me." And with that the karate master second to Honey himself was on your trail and with a plan in mind.

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[extremecuddlingdragon]

Mid-Game Snack

So I am finally posting the Splatvore fic I’ve been working on and finished (but haven’t uploaded)! It’s based on an older post @nom-central made. The fic is basically about an octoling who eats an inkling during a battle.

Tw: fear play, mentions of digestion (it doesn’t happen though), unwilling prey, licking

With a sigh, Calder walked by his friend, Nori. She was cleaning her charger. Getting ready for the next round of anarchy. Calder sat down next to her. Moving his roller over to his side. Messing a bit with his parka.

“Nori,” he began. “Do you have any snacks?”

She sighed. Putting down her weapon rag and digging through her pockets. She then pulled out a granola bar.

“You need to eat before these matches,” Nori told him. “We can’t have you fainting during a match again, huh.”

Letting out a huff, he just took the bar. Opening the package with his teeth. Taking a bite. His other teammates then walked into the room. Hama and Fisher were inklings, unlike Nori and Calder. They didn’t care though. Just caring that their team was able to use their weapons effectively. Plus they were all friends to an extent. Nori and Calder were closer to each other though.

“I see Calder didn’t eat again,” Fisher commented with a laugh. “Man dude you need to start eating before matches.”

“I just forget,” Calder told him. “I’m too busy with my job at the construction site. Building all these new apartments for the kids moving to the city.”

“And that’s why you need to eat,” Nori said. “All that work needs you to be in top shape.”

Hama nodded in agreement. While you could never see his eyes due to his beanie, he always found a way to pitch in. Calder just sighed.

“Fine, I’ll try to eat before matches.”

“No, you WILL eat before matches,” Nori said. “And not just a granola bar. A full breakfast.”

The octoling just shrugged. Finishing his bar. As he finished, another team walked in. Leading them was a spunky young inkling. He looked to be about a year or two younger than Calder. Maybe more. He was an adult though. He carried an N-Zap. He also wore a bike helmet and cycling shirt. Following him were two other inklings and an octoling. The octoling was looking around in awe. Maybe he was a newbie.

“Isn’t this cool Calix?” the inkling in the cycling shirt said. “Your first taste of anarchy!”

The octoling, Calix, nodded. He seemed a bit nervous.

“Y-yeah!” Calix said. “Thank you for taking me here, Nasu.”

The inkling, Nasu, laughed. Giving him a thumbs up.

The two other inklings behind him seemed uninterested. Just looking like the more extreme anarchy players. Serious faces and all.

“He better be good at that Stringer,” the other male inkling said under his mask. “It’s become a popular weapon among the newbies. Don’t mess up.”

“Jay,” Nasu began. “Don’t be rude! Calix here lived out in the Splatlands. I bet he’s used that stringer a lot.”

Jay just scoffed and went over to the front desk. The female inkling leaned over to whisper something to Nasu. She then walked off towards Jay. Nasu deflated a bit at her comment but turned back to Calix.

“Yeesh,” Fisher said. “Those two are the most hardened anarchy players I’ve ever seen. I’ve heard a bit about them. Haru, the one with the bandanna, is known to take in new or inexperienced players a train them. She’s super harsh though. Jay’s her boyfriend. Both are assholes.”

He got a nudge from Hama.

“What!? It’s true and you know it. I’ve never seen them successfully train anyone. Always yelling at or putting down their trainees. These two are dead meat.”

“And I should care why?” Calder said. “The helmet inkling looks like an annoying guy.”

“I thought you would care about the young octoling,” Nori said. “He honestly looks like he needs a better friend to choose better trainers.”

‘Maybe they were desperate?’ Hama signed. ‘I could see those trainers being a last resort.’

“Yeah I guess so,” Fisher said. “I bet your opinion hasn’t changed much huh Calder.”

Calder nodded. He agreed with Nori though. The young octoling needed better friends. Watching the two for a bit, he noticed that Nasu seemed a bit tired. Having small eye bags. He was still peppy though. Excitedly talking to the young octoling. Calder’s team just ignored them. Choosing to talk about new strategies and whatnot.

Soon, an inkling walked into the room. Announcing that the first round was about to start. Standing up, Calder walked over to the spawn doors. His team following behind. As he walked, he nearly ran into Nasu. The inkling backed up into his path unknowingly. Trying to take a picture of Calix. Coughing, and with a bit of a mean look, Calder stopped in his tracks. Nasu jumped a bit and looked at him. The octoling towering over the inkling.

“Oh,” Nasu said. “Am I…in the way?”

“Yes,” Calder said a bit angrily. “I would move out of the way if I was you.”

“A-ah,” Nasu stuttered while moving out of the way. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll just…”

“Be careful around him,” Fisher chimed in with a slightly joking tone. “He will bite. And I’m serious about that.”

“O-oh…”

Fisher was smacked in the back of the head by Nori. The inkling hissed a bit and whisper yelled at her. Calder just sighed. Pushing his way past the younger inkling. But before he could go too far, he stopped. Turning around to face Nasu.

“Your name is based on a food right? If so, I may treat you like a piece of it.”

He then turned back around. Walking towards the spawners. Leaving behind a shaken Nasu. Once the inkling was out of view, Nori ran up to Calder.

“What the fuck was that?!” she whisper yelled. “Don’t give me that look. I know you only do that when you are hungry. You will not eat him while we’re battling. You hear me. There are rules against it. If they find out, they’ll kick all of us out. Maybe just you if we’re lucky.”

“I won’t eat him,” Calder said. “I just like to scare the newbies.”

His stomach growled as to argue that. Nori sighed.

“You’re lucky we put up with your habits.”

“Fisher thinks it’s hilarious.”

“Yeah and he’s the only one who thinks so. Look, Calder, you’re my best friend. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. But we need to draw a line somewhere. Ask Hama for something to control your habits during battles.”

Calder sighed.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Nori. You want to eat some of the players too. I know you do.”

“Don’t use that secret against me or squid help me. At least I found a way to control urges.”

She then dug into her pockets and pulled out a pill bottle. The pills were sickly in color.

“Take these. They’ve helped me.”

“And eating your girlfriend hasn’t helped?”

Nori stammered.

“S-shut up. Roxy doesn’t mind being eaten but once you’ve started, you can’t stop. It’s a weird ancient instinct. I didn’t want to accidentally harm her.”

“I won’t act on my urge. I promise you.”

Nori put away the pills before pointing at him.

“I better not see you with a larger gut when we are done.”

She then walked off to join the others. How hard could fighting an instinct be? Walking over to the spawner, Calder pulled out his SquidPods. Putting them in his ears, he turned on a song by Damp Socks. As soon as he got up to the spawner, the match started. His team was a bright blue while the other was yellow. A scoreboard lit up next to the spawner and off they all took.

The game was Clam Blitz. It was never his favorite mode. But in the back of his mind, he was grateful. A mode that required a lot of moving around. A chance to catch that helmet-wearing inkling. A chance to eat him. His stomach growled at the thought. The map was also a large one that had many hidden nooks and crannies. All he needed to do was chase him into a dead end.

Acting casually, he began to gather clams. Occasionally throwing a few to teammates. Splatting the other team if they got too close or in the way. So far, so good. As he moved around, he kept an eye out for Nasu. Sure he saw Calix a bunch. The kid never being able to land much of a hit on him. He also saw the two assholes a bunch too. But he couldn’t seem to find Nasu. Was he just too crafty?

The basket buzzing broke him out of his trance. Looking over to the basket, he saw a glimpse of a yellow helmet. Bingo. As fast as cephalopod possible, he super jumped over to spawn. Running over to the basket, Nasu was hurriedly looking around for more clams. No one seemed to be super jumping to him. Perfect. Perfect in many ways. Nearby was a hidden path out of player and viewer view. No cameras. Not on the map officially. Just perfect.

“Hey,” Calder shouted to Nasu. “Get away from our basket!”

Nasu froze in surprise. Calder took advantage of that and ran towards him. He didn’t want to splat him with his roller. Just scare him into the hidden path. At the site of a roller approaching, Nasu ran. Quickly throwing a bomb, Calder cut off Nasu’s original path. The inkling jumped off to the side. Right in front of the hidden path. Making sure there were no cameras on them, Calder pushed Nasu right into it.

The two landed with a grunt. Unpaintable ground and walls surrounding them. All except for behind Calder. Without hesitation, Nasu scrambled away from Calder. The larger octoling standing to his full height. Stomach growling.

“O-oh octoling,” Nasu said. “I-I was just playing the game you know. If I knew you were guarding the basket I wouldn’t of-“

“I don’t care about the game right now,” Calder said, dropping his weapon. “I’m just starving and you look delicious.”

“Y-you’re playing with me, right? We all care about the game.”

Calder chuckled. Approaching the inkling causing Nasu to back away every step.

“No. I’m not kidding. Remember when I mentioned back in the lobby that I would treat you like a piece of food? I wasn’t kidding.”

Nasu looked at him in horror before shouting.

“HE-“

Without hesitation, Calder jumped onto him. Hushing the inkling with a bandanna he had in his pocket. Nasu struggled wildly underneath him. Trying his hardest to get away. Calder didn’t want him to. Straddling his prey, he leaned down with a sigh.

“Oh, you look so handsome. A shame you’re going to be my lunch.”

Nasu’s eyes widened and he began to struggle more. This didn’t faze the octoling. He just leaned down and took a long lick. The inkling flinched away. Tears formed in his eyes. He didn’t want to die like this. After a few more licks, Calder sighed and opened his jaw.

Now terrified, Nasu burst into tears. Not even noticing Calder getting closer. The octoling didn’t seem to notice Nasu’s fear. Too deep into hunting his prey. As he pushed the inkling’s face closer to his tongue, he drooled more. Finally, a wet squelch happened and Nasu landed on the octoling’s tongue.

Calder sighed before pushing him in deeper. A loud gulp echoed through the small area. Nasu felt himself slip deeper. He struggled again. Calder’s grip was too strong on him. Another gulp. The inkling’s head was now fully inside the octoling’s maw. Sharp beak grazing Nasu’s back.

The throat grabbed onto Nasu. Pulling him deeper. Gulp after gulp happening. Calder didn’t break a sweat. Just hoisting up Nasu’s body so gravity could help. Sure enough, it helped. Pulling the inkling deeper and deeper.

Nasu was full panicking. He knew the stories of octolings eating inklings. They were ancient stories. Apparently not though. The instinct is still within them. As he struggled some more, his head hit something hard. A squelch happened and gravity pulled him down. Fast. Landing right into something squishy.

He heard a loud growl and the rest of his body followed. His body became uncomfortably pushed together. Everything pushed into every part of his body. He was trapped. Trapped inside this octoling’s stomach. There was a burp and the walls constricted around him. He was going to die here.

On the outside, Calder adjusted his clothes. His stomach now having a bump to it. His music was still blasting as he picked up Nasu’s weapon. Looking at it, he slowly realized something. He ate Nasu. Holding his head, he felt some struggling from his stomach. How was he going to hide this? He should have listened to Nori. Nasu was now thrashing inside him. Another burp left him as he groaned.

“Stop struggling,” he told Nasu. “I’m not going to digest you.”

Nasu stopped for a second before struggling again. Calder had no idea how to hide this. As he was thinking, the N-Zap in his hand fizzled out. The system thought Nasu had disconnected. At least that was one way of saying where the inkling went. Sighing, Calder picked up his roller. Trying to think of what to say to Nasu.

“Look,” Calder began. “If I was going to digest you, you wouldn’t be struggling this much. Now stop. I thought I could control an instinct but not. Again, you won’t be harmed.”

Nasu stopped before relaxing against the octoling’s stomach walls. Pulling off the bandanna.

“I still don’t know if I can trust you,” Nasu said. “I’m sore though from you roughing me up. And also coming down from an adrenaline rush. If you do digest me, I hope I give you the worst sickness you’ve ever had.”

Calder sighed at the inkling’s words but figured he would be more relaxed now. He then super jumped out of the hidden area. Heading towards Nori. His stomach growled again as he landed next to her.

She was focused on sniping whoever got too close to the basket. Not once glancing towards him. With an awkward smile, Calder began to roll his way towards the front lines. He was stopped though by Nori coughing. He turned around to face her. She had the most unimpressed and pissed-off face. She was looking at him with a shake of her head.

“You ate him,” she simply said. “I told you to take those pills.”

“No,” Calder began. “I did not. You’re just assuming things.”

His stomach grumbled again. Nasu struggling a bit. She just sighed and continued to use her weapon.

“You’re lucky I don’t just report you. Don’t draw any attention to your gut. Play normally or I will gut you.”

Calder knew she was serious. He just gave her a thumbs up before slinking away.

Soon enough, the battle was over. Both teams returned to the lobby. Nasu’s team missing a member. Jay and Haru were very upset. Calix following behind like a hurt puppy.

“Don’t contact us again,” Haru told Calix. “I knew you two were bad at the game. Wasting our time like this. If your inkling friend shows up, tell him that we quit.”

The two inklings then left the lobby. Calix looking extremely lost and sad. Also a bit mad too. He then slunk over to a bench.

“You better go spit out Nasu now,” Nori told Calder. “I’ll go comfort the little dude.”

She left. Calder watched her talk to the octoling. God, what had he done? He walked over to the locker room. Hiding in an out-of-sight corner. Feeling his stomach, he felt Nasu. The inkling fast asleep within him. It was kinda…cute. Calder froze at the thought before shaking his head. No time for thinking anything like that.

“Nasu,” the octoling said as he poked his stomach. “Wake up. I’m going to let you out.”

The inkling stirred awake. Stretching the best he could. Calder heard him let out a sigh.

“You’re letting me out?” Nasu said. “Alright…don’t pull any tricks. Even if it was comfortable in here…”

“You think my stomach’s comfortable?”

Calder heard Nasu sputter. He swore he could also feel a blush coming from the inkling.

“N…no you animal. Just let me out.”

Calder laughed before hacking Nasu up. The inkling was soggy. Saliva dripping off of him.

“I’m…sorry about what happened,” Calder apologized. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Nasu looked at him with caution as he tried to dry himself off.

“L…let me get you some of my clothes. Your clothes aren’t going to dry off easily.”

“Thanks…”

Calder then disappeared around the corner. Nasu was very tempted to run right then and there. A part of him wanted to stay. See what the octoling would do next. He was still terrified of him but not as much anymore.

Calder then reappeared with some clothing. Just a simple pair of shorts and a band t-shirt. It was one for the Chirpy Chips. Nasu couldn’t help but grin a bit. This big tough guy having a cutesy band shirt. Cute.

“I hope these help. I usually use this shirt if I ruin another. Hope it fits ya.”

“Y…yeah it should fit,” Nasu told him while taking the clothes. “Just turn around so I can put these on.”

The octoling nodded before turning away. Quickly, Nasu put on the clothes. They were big on him. A big baggy too. Still, he had nothing else to wear.

“Alright, you can turn around.”

Calder turned around. Nasu was surprisingly adorable. The inkling side-eyed him but didn’t say anything else. Standing in silence, the two thought about what to say. Finally, Calder broke the silence.

“You should go tell your octoling friend you’re okay. I think he thinks you ditched him.”

“Oh god, you’re right. Well, I don’t know what to say. Thanks for the clothes. I guess?”

Nasu then began to leave the locker room. Before he could leave, Calder stopped him.

“Hey, here is my number. You know, so I can pick up my clothes later.”

Nasu chuckled.

“Alright. I’ll text you later then. And hey, what is your name?”

“Calder. I should have told you earlier.”

“Well Calder, I did enjoy my short nap. Even if it was inside you. Take care.”

The inkling then left to fetch his friend. Calder stood there. Damn it. Maybe he did have a crush on Nasu.

[persona-enjoyer]

So we know a lot about the shippy *they shared a bed* but as someone who has shared several hotel room beds with family members I think it is also fun to consider the more boring logistics of sharing a bed with another person. How long does it take them to fall asleep? Do they move a lot in their sleep? Do they snore or talk? Are they are a heavy or light sleeper? I also think about persona all the time and thought of some headcanons/story ideas when I first played strikers that I’ve been putting off actually posting.

I would have loved to see more “sleep over” kind of shenanigans. Though it makes sense that they wouldn’t be talking a lot because it’s an RV and those inside can hear everything outside and vice versa but can you imagine like one group talking about something that they don’t want the other to hear but they hear a part of it and drama ensues?

Honestly I would also be down for whole group hang outs before going to bed. Like why the fuck didn’t we have a sitting by campfire/roasting marshmallows scene? The debates over the proper doneness of a marshmallow, eating so many smores they have stomachaches, someone accidentally getting marshmallow in Mona’s fur and it being a bitch to get out. (He also can’t stop bitching about it) Telling ghost stories by the fire??? I think Makoto is canonically scared about ghosts but it would be cool to mix it up and not have all the girls be scared and the boys be fine. I think Mona and Makato would be the biggest scaredy cats (pun intended). Haru, Futaba, and Akira would be the best story tellers.  (everyone’s a little taken aback by how dark Haru can get) I would like to think Yusuke would be good too as a creative type, but I have the feeling he would get on a tangent about some aspect of the scene. Ryuji tries but gives up part way through when no one seems the least bit unnerved. Ann can tolerate the stories well, but is trash at making them up.

OMG also fishing! I would have loved a fishing afternoon. I think that Akira and Ryuji would be the best and it would be funny to see them trying to teach the others. Ann would hate the idea of putting on worms or actually touching the fish but would get a bite on like every cast. Haru would be the one to accidentally hook someone else.

OK but back to the actual point of this post.

It would never happen in game but lets pretend that they decide have everyone double up in the beds in the RV. Maybe they put up a sheet as a makeshift curtain between the boys and girls sides. So who shares with who?

For the girls, Futaba is first choice as a bed-mate as she is the shortest and will take up the least room. I see her and Ann sharing. Ann needs a lot of sleep to function so she goes to bed early. She bought a cute eye mask early into to the trip to block out the light from Futaba’s phone. Futaba is totally the type to stay up late staring at a screen and somehow survive on a few hours of sleep.

That leaves Haru and Makoto. I feel like Makoto would be the type to have trouble falling asleep but once she’s out, she’s out. Haru on the other hand is one of those people who can just close her eyes and fall asleep. However, she is a light sleeper, so the tossing and turning of Makoto trying to sleep keeps her up a bit. She also often wakes up if someone gets up to go to the bathroom.

For the boys I don’t have as strong feelings about who shares with who. Mona and Akira are used to sharing so that might be the way they go. On the first night in strikers it is mentioned that Ryuji snores and Yusuke talks in his sleep. Can you imagine Ryuji being like “Last night, you looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘beware, that’s not it’s real form.’ “What was that man?” or like if it’s more like a yell the rest would hear it and Futaba would be like “Inari, last night you shouted “The squid approaches” at 3 in the morning, what the hell.”

Also I feel like Ryuji is restless sleeper and will kick you in the middle of the night. He usually is just trying to stretch out his leg and your body being in the way is not his problem. Yusuke on the other hand lays stone still unless he’s talking. If Ryuji wakes up in the middle of the night he has to watch Yusuke’s chest to make sure he’s still breathing.

For other options I feel like Akira would also be a restless sleeper so maybe Mona would opt for the generally more predictable Yusuke. Akira and Ryuji both move around and after Akira accidentally elbowed Ryuji a little too hard one night and since then Ryuji has built a pillow wall between them to protect himself.

I also feel like if Ryuji and Mona had to share they would both bitch about it and then wake up with Mona purring on Ryuji’s chest all sweet and peaceful and the rest of the PTs won’t stop giving the both of them shit about it.

Another thing that would be funny is if they took turns sleeping in the tent vs actual beds. How do they decide? Switching each day? Intense games of rock, paper, scissors? Dumb boys vs girls challenges? the possibilities are endless.

[aiiwa]

LET HIM KNOW — SAWAMURA DAICHI.

✗ REQUEST: can i please make a request of jealous daichi ( a fic if it’s possible). this thought has been living in my head for the past week and i just 🤰. so basically daichi gets jealous of a boy talking to you and flirting with you and just grabs you by the throat/jaw and just tongues you down right then and there. a college au would be great too!

— sawamura daichi x fem!reader

⤷ genre: college au

⤷ warnings: suggestive content, cursing, jealous (?) or rather possessive daichi, boy who disrespects relationships and doesn’t know when to give up

⤷ word count: 1.7k

— a/n: hi! i just wanted to announce that i actually reached 200 followers yesterday and i am extremely grateful for everyone who takes the time to read, like, reblog my content and for those who even message me! i appreciate everything, thank you so much! 💖

out of everything you prepared in celebration for your four-year anniversary with your boyfriend, sawamura daichi; the last thing you expected was to spend it tutoring in the hour right before your date.

you had spent months prior planning this special night for the two of you. from having dinner at his favourite restaurant which served the best shoyu ramen, to the rose-petalled bubble bath surrounded by the pine and vanilla candles he’d gifted you last month; and then, of course, ending it in the best way possible with him buried balls deep inside you and fucking you til dawn.

it was while you were getting ready for your date that you received a panicked text message from haru, the sweet freshman you’d been tutoring for the past five months, asking if you could help him today. you tried to schedule a session for tomorrow, but he was insistent almost begging you; and with a discontented sigh you relented, telling him to meet you at the library in twenty. he’d replied with a quick - “thank you y/n-senpai! <3” - and the love heart attached at the end was purposely ignored, as you headed out of your studio apartment.

daichi was less than pleased when you had phoned him, informing him of the last minute tutoring session.

“angel, tell me you’re not serious right now.” his deep voice was clear-cut, despite the sounds of traffic in the background; a tell-tale sign that he was in fact already on his way to meet you.

“i’m sorry, dai. it shouldn’t take too long, haru-kun said-”

“haru? that little shit?”

sighing internally, and making your way towards the red-bricked building with the click-clack of your thigh-high boots against the pavement, you nodded your head as if he could see you. “yes, it was haru-kun who requested the session.”

“you know how i feel about that brat.”

daichi had been more than supportive when you first started tutoring to earn some money on the side, and even though most of your tutees happened to be boys, it didn’t bother him much since they would take one look at him and give up on trying to win over your affection. haru was different. he was the furthest thing from subtle when it came to his crush on you, but you could handle his endless compliments and his attempts to take you out on a date; your boyfriend on the other hand, couldn’t. as intimidating as daichi was, haru had all but given your boyfriend a lazy once over before scoffing and mumbling about how you could do so much better.

that was the first time in a long time that you had seen daichi almost lose his cool. since that day, any interaction between the two of them had been borderline hostile; with your boyfriend hissing whenever haru’s hand would brush against you, and in turn the younger male would complain about how daichi must not be treating you well enough whenever you had chosen to walk home instead of having him pick you up.

“i know, baby, but the session shouldn’t be that long.”

“y/n.” the baritone slivering through his voice had you faltering in your steps. “you know he’s doing this on purpose. that kid has no respect for our relationship, or me- he needs to know his place.”

“daichi…i’ll talk to him today.”

“hm.” he hums in response, his side of the call silent for a beat. you could hear the blinking of his indicator before he asks, “are you at the library?”

“yeah i am, haru is probably waiting inside for me already. i’ll message you, okay?”

“alright, i’ll see you soon.”

the call had been disconnected almost half an hour ago, and you found yourself zoning out for the umpteenth time while haru busied himself by yapping away next to you. flipping your cellphone in the palm of your hand, your brows furrowed, thinking about how daichi hadn’t ended the call with his usual - “i love you, angel.” - perhaps he was mad you? it didn’t happen often, but flashes of you writhing beneath him as his hand cracked against your ass after heated arguments, had you crossing a leg over the other; thighs clenched together in an attempt to relieve some of the tingling pressure.

“y/n-senpai~!” haru waved his hand in front of your face, forcing you to blink away the less than innocent images playing in your mind. “are you okay? i’ve been calling out to you for a while, i have a question.” haru almost whines.

“i’m fine, haru-kun, sorry. please repeat your question for me.”

manicure fingers brushed over the exposed flesh of your plush thighs, between the hem of daichi’s favourite pleated mini skirt of yours you decided to wear for him and the ink coloured boots that wrapped around your calves and past your knees. you hadn’t realised the already short skirt had risen up, and as you tugged it down it was hard not to notice haru’s gaze watching the action intensely. maybe it was time to talk to him.

“haru-kun, i think we should talk.”

his eyes lingered on your legs, slowly dragging themselves past the dip of your waist, over the curve of your breasts, before they met with your own.

his eyes are wide, smirk less than innocent, as he shifts his whole body to face you. “really? about what yn-senpai?” 

“about my relationship with daichi.” at the mention of your boyfriend, haru’s expression morphs into a scowl. “listen, haru-kun.” you start, deciding to ease into it. “i’ve been with daichi for a long time, in fact today marks the anniversary of our fourth year as a couple...”

“and you’ve finally realised that he isn’t worthy of you.” ‘worthy of me?’ you think to yourself, completely taken aback; haru nods his head in understanding, as if he didn’t just completely misinterpret what you were trying to say to him.

“no, that’s not it-”

“come on, y/n-senpai, let me treat you how you deserve to be treated.” he rests his arm on the back of your chair casually. “i could give you everything he can and more. you just have to give me a chance.”

“that’s not going to happen, haru.” dropping the honorifics, tone snappy. you crossed your arms tightly across your chest.

“and why not?” he bites back. “what does he have that i don’t- did you tell him to come here?” he questions accusingly, staring over your shoulder.

“no…? i didn’t...”

swivelling in your seat, your breath hitches at the sight of your boyfriend heading straight towards you. each purposeful stride of daichi’s long legs, had the smooth material of his dress pants tightening around his strong thighs, the silver of his belt buckle glinting under the harsh library lights. his navy blue dress shirt stretched over his wide shoulders, first few buttons popped open to reveal his smooth, tanned skin underneath.

daichi stopped right by your seat, so close that you instinctively pressed the palm of your hand against his hip, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin cotton material. you were instantly surrounded by the sweet and familiar woodsy scent of his cologne, wafting around you and sending your senses into overdrive.

looking up at him, his pretty mouth was pulled into a devilish grin, pearly whites peeking from the corner of his lips and a single dimple poking through his cheek.

“hi, angel.” his voice was low, dripping in honey that washed over you; goosebumps prickling across your skin.

“daichi…?” a whisper was all you managed to get out. “h-how come you’re here...?”

“you look so fucking beautiful, y/n.”

haru’s scoff goes ignored, yanking his arm away from behind you and grumbling to himself in the background.

a warm flush rose in your cheeks as daichi continued to smile down at you, walnut coloured eyes appreciating every curve of your body; searing gaze lingering on your skirt, before he released an airy chuckle, almost kin to a growl. you could feel the heat pool between your legs, unconsciously leaning against his towering frame.

“i’m here because we’re gonna let him know…” daichi starts, loud enough for the boy to hear.

one arm flexes against the strain of his sleeves, sliding behind you to grip the back of your chair; the other reaching a large had to press against your cheek. the callouses on his palm are rough against your skin, thumb rubbing lazy circles before trailing down to the pout of your lips. dragging his thumb across your fullness of your bottom lip, your pink tongue darts out to taste the saltiness on the pad of his thumb. halting his ministrations, releasing a heavy breath out through his nose, he grabs your jaw, grip tight, and tilts your face to meet his as he leans downwards.

“...let him know that you’re mine.”

and then his lips are pressed against yours. it starts off sweet, sighing softly into him for a fleeting moment, before daichi deepens the kiss. it becomes sloppy, extremely possessive, and borderline nasty as drool at the corner of your mouth dripped down your chin; moans trapped down your throat. the lewd sounds of his tongue swirling around yours sensually, exploring your mouth, clouds the thoughts in your mind.

your body has a mind of its own, right hand tugging at the tufts of dark at his nape, while the left moves from his hip to trail across his navel. you grin when he bucks against your touch, yet gasp as sucks on your tongue. he consumes you entirely, and you’re all too willing to abide.

when he moves away, a string of silver keeps the two of you connected. you’re a whiny mess, mewling at him for more, and tugging at his sleeves for attention; while he sets his gaze on the sulking figure by your side.

“we’re leaving now. good luck studying, kid.” daichi calls out, smug look on his face.

he doesn’t even wait for a response, tugging you up and into his chest, while leading the way out of the library. stumbling a bit on wobbly legs, you grip his toned arms to steady yourself, as he holds onto your waist.

“dai.” you murmur, pushing up against him. “are we going to dinner now?”

“dinner?” he repeats, staring at you from the corner of his eyes. nodding your head, you feel the coil in your tummy tighten as his hand trails down to trace the underside of your ass. “forget about dinner, angel, i’m ready for my dessert.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

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Aduhsfgh self indulgent pet whump with Orfeu as a Whumper AU. This made me so sad :’)

It’s not canon ofc. 

CW:  NSFW/NO-CON/Dubcon; Pet whump; Dehumaniziation; beating; mentioned knife play; dislocated bones; collar; creepy/cruel whumper; teeth/biting; mentioned starvation; manhandling; degradation; 

 The thin shape of Haru stands in the doorway, doing his best not to shiver. Master wouldn’t like that. He knocks on the wood to call for his attention, as he slowly lifts his head from the book. Haru realizes, way too late, that he has a knife in his hands, candle and herbs spread all around him. He whispers a few words and shuts the book.

“Hello, songbird” And Master gives him a wide smile. He hates that nickname. It made sense in his old house, when he was still good and pretty and useful. Now he can’t sing anymore, he never has for this Master. But… He knows Master’s patience with him is running out “…What is it?”

…He lets his head fall down, takes a few steps in and falls to his knees besides Master’s bed. He stares, fluttering his eyelashes, trying to look good – seducing? – for Master. It was never something his trainers thought him. He had to learn. And he is a little clumsy at it, as he moves his hands and rests them on Master’s knees…

Master grabs him by his collar. He barely has time to yelp, as Master throws him over the bed with him. At least he gets a few seconds to recompose, before leaning forward, laying his head between Master’s legs…

Master starts to pet his hair, and that’s the best sensation in the world. This is the one thing he loves about this home. At least, there is some sort of affection. Even if he gets hurt, if he cries and if he can’t quite follow the rules… At least the had pats will be there when he is good, and Master will praise him.

Today, he isn’t being good.

“M-mm-ma-mas-“ He breathes. Speaking is so, so difficult. He is making some progress, but his stammering is annoying. He is afraid Master will decide it’s not worth the trouble and silence him again “Please…”

“What is it, Haru?” His voice is amused. At least he isn’t getting impatient yet…

Slowly, he lifts himself back to his knees, prepared to be punished for it at every turn. It doesn’t happen, so…

‘Please. Allow me to give Blue some pain killers? Please. Please, Master’

“Painkillers, hm?” Master smiles, and pulls Haru into his lap “Why should I? Are you saying it didn’t deserve the punishment, little bird?”

…His eyes widen. He tries to calm down, he knows Master isn’t really angry, he is just teasing, just seeing if Haru will fall for it…

But it’s still a dangerous game to play. He has to be careful with his words.

‘Of course it did Master. Master deemed the punishment necessary, and Master knows what Is best for us’ he closed his eyes for a second. Just a second. He wasn’t allowed that luxury for long. When he is talking to Master, he had to look into the cruel cold green eyes. Master knew how powerless it made him feel. He was naked under that stare, more naked than just without clothes: It was as if his soul had been stripped bare ‘It hasn’t slept since yesterday. I’m sorry for assuming it was okay for it to rest’

…Master’s smile just widened. Haru rolled his hips slightly, offering himself up. Master is already hard under him. He will claim that Haru has to ‘pay’ for whatever he is asking… But of course that’s arbitrary. Nothing stops Master from taking him either way. Still, is a way for him to ask for things they need. To at least pretend he is working for it, instead of just relying on his Master’s mercy.

‘Please?’ he risked gesturing again, swinging his hair around a bit, acutely aware of the knife in Master’s hand…

His other hand went inside his shirt. Cold. It was cold. He felt the tip of the nails scratching his skin, his fingers tracing over scars on Haru’s chest, both his and from his old owner, until they settled on his nipples, pinching toying with them.

Back on his old house… All he had to do was stay still and let it happen. He was just like a ragdoll, tossed and used and then thrown off the bed, and what he was thinking or feeling never mattered. He hated it, but at least it allowed him to just… dissociate. He would stare somewhere, and get lost, as far from his body as he could. But this Master liked when he took initiative. He wanted Haru to be active… to be there the whole time.

So, he unbuckled Master’s belt. That was one of the scariest, full of pointy spikes. He prayed Master never used that one on him or Blue – he once was beaten with one covered in gemstones. It ended up leaving hundreds of small squared wounds on his back, all itching and stinging awfully, costing to heal. And those had been nearly flat stones. He didn’t even want to wonder how much the spikes would hurt.

This wasn’t important now. He opened the thing, and pulled Master’s shorts down, all the while giving nervous glances to see if he had permission to continue.

Slowly, He took a step back, lowering himself to Master’s crotch and taking Master’s dick in his mouth while his fingers idly played with Haru’s hair.

He tried not to think of anything. Just do it. Just get it over with. At least Master’s touch on his hair is soft, at least it doesn’t hurt.

Master lets out a soft moan, as Haru takes his head to the shaft and swallows. He closes his eyes, forgetting for a second that he shouldn’t.

“Look at me” Master scolds. His voice is deep, soft. But it’s an order, so he does, trying to hold back the tears, back and forth, back and forth.

And fuck, staring into his eyes is one of the hardest things to do. Cold. Cold fucking eyes with something slightly inhuman about them. But at least he seems satisfied, so Haru must be doing a good enough job. Master’s grip on his hair turns vicious. He pushes Haru down, nearly making him choke, as he comes. Haru struggles to swallow the load, but he has too. Master would not be happy if he spilled any, and he needs Master to be happy. At least enough to let him help Blue.

He licks Master clean and pulls his shorts back up. He is playing with the knife, spinning it around his hands, no doubt thinking of how he will cut Haru later. But for now, he hopes this will suffice.

Master smiles, maliciously.

“…Get your painkillers, bird”  

‘Thank you Master. Thank you so much’ he says, nearly jumping out of the bed. The sooner he gets out of the room now, the better. He searches through Master’s bedroom cabined and runs back downstairs, as Master goes back to his reading.

Haru walked back to Blue, still trembling, and crouched near the dog bed, where Blue was curled up in pain and softly whimpering, nuzzling Bonnie. A heavy chain around his neck as if he was going anywhere.

He had done his best to patch up the wounds, but Blue’s shoulder still seemed dislocated. Haru didn’t know how to fix that, and he was afraid of hurting him more, so Blue was at Master’s mercy.  

“H-ha-haru…” Blue cried once he saw him, a big cup of water and the pills “…It…It wants back. It wants W-warren…”

He stared at Blue with pity. He said that all the time. He missed his old Master, who treated him nicely, he said. Haru shushed him. But he had to let that go. Holding onto nice memories only brought them more pain.

‘You need to stop saying it out loud. It’s why Master beat you in the first place’

“I-it knows but… ngghn… it hurts. It hurtsss. It, it, it wants back. Wants fluffy bed and, and the treats, and, and going out m-making photos…” Blue kept sobbing, the movement of his chest causing him more pain, as he grieves for the brief moments of happiness he had.

Haru gestured to the pills, and offers him the water. He kept holding the cup even as Blue took it to his mouth, knowing that if he let go, Blue might drop it… And then they would be screwed.

…They both fell silent, hearing the steps coming downstairs, Haru’s heart skipping a beat. They were only hearing because Master wanted to give them a heads up. He was deadly quiet when he wanted to be. Haru set the cup down, putting his hands on the floor and his head over them.

Master found his two pets quiet and behaved. Blue tried to kneel as well… But he seemed in too much pain to do it properly, leaning on Haru for support. He hoped Master would forgive that.

Without a word, he walked up to Blue and grabbed him. He barely managed a yelp, as Master snapped his bone back into place, and then let him fall back into the dog bed, barely containing his sobs.

“Watch your mouth from now on, doggy” he smiled, awful little sharp teeth. They had left plenty of scars all over Haru’s body.

“S-s-s-sso-rry Master” He yelped, trembling. Master smacked Blue’s cheeks twice, as affectionate as that gesture could possibly be.

After that, Master went out. He and Blue waited in tense silence for around ten minutes. They never knew where Master went, when he would go out or when he would return. But it felt a little easier to breathe when he wasn’t around. It was like a ghostly presence was removed from the house.

“Yy-y-y-“ Haru closed his eyes. This was still so hard “S-s-sna-snack?”

Blue quietly nodded. This was one point where Master was merciful, at least. They weren’t starved.

“O-o-oatmeal?” Blue pleaded. Well, they were both allowed to eat but only Haru was allowed to cook, so Blue was dependent on him for that, too. However, he still only had a limited amount of options to cook, as Blue could barely eat any hard food.

He nodded, blue giving him the smallest smile, hiding the broken teeth, as Haru pulled up his little blanket and wrapped him on it.

‘Try to rest a bit, ok?’

Blue whined softly, laying back to hug his little bunny. At least they had each other, Haru thought. He hoped he and Blue weren’t separated again.

[pinkhairedlily]

Chapter 9 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Sasuke wondered for the umpteenth time since three in the morning why he agreed to go with the baseball team for their summer camp and wondered more why the student council had to do its orientation and team building event at the same time. He supposed it was to cut down on expenses, but both trips could have gone on without his presence.

Well, it turned out his shoulders were needed as pseudo pillows for the sleepyheads duo. On one side, he can feel the wetness of Naruto’s drool dripping every minute onto his linen shirt, and on the other, Sakura’s vanilla shampoo was arresting his senses. Five hours after a rough roadtrip, the two awake beside a very grumpy Uchiha.

“I demand a barbecue treat from both of you,” he huffed as they disembarked in front of the groups’ joint headquarters.

His mood soured when Kakashi emerged from the next bus, serving as one of the stand-in guardians for the activities, followed by Hyuuga Hinata. She gave Sasuke a stern nod when their eyes met, and he briefly recounted their interaction while waiting for the rest of the participants.

“Good morning, Ms. Hyuuga,” Kakashi greeted. He waved for her to come closer, and he introduced her to the students. “If you’re not aware, the Sports Council has rolled out funding to under-resourced teams across the state to be particularly used for summer trainings. We’re lucky we’re one of those teams. Joining us as an observer is Mr. Hiashi’s daughter herself, Ms. Hinata, who also happens to study in the same district.”

She generously bowed to everyone with a tight-lipped smile. Later, she assumed a position beside Sasuke.

“If it makes you feel better, I did not orchestrate this,” Hinata said. “And if there’s anything you should now, both sides of that relationship have been hurt, with reasons far from what you’re thinking.” She stopped for a whole minute and breathed in, struggling to keep the tears at bay. “So please, leave me alone.”

Yeah, he was a bit of a jerk to her, Sasuke knew that. But he also knew that Hinata had already developed an affection for the blonde idiot, regardless of her denial. As much as he wouldn’t want to complicate things, he thought it best for now to allow the situation to play out. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t here to entangle himself in someone else’s business.

They settled in the mess hall cum dining area for a quick breakfast and breakdown of house rules. He still needed to get used to the fact that this was Sakura’s last time to be a head organizer for a school activity. She will pass on her reins to the incumbent secretary by the start of the next term. Both him and Naruto knew the extent of her sadness in letting this position go, and even more so the need to look out for her the instance she does her confession.

Yet she hasn’t. So they became unwilling witnesses to this awkward tiptoeing with awareness literally skewed to only one side of the party, and Kakashi showering in ignorance bliss.

They went about their room assignments, and Sasuke, with all his luck in the universe, was stuck with Kakashi and Naruto.

“I won’t ask if it’s possible to trade rooms, but would you care to explain why you don’t have a solo room of your own?” he annoyingly asked the silver-haired man who was nose deep at the moment in a coverless book.

“I’m your guardian, Uchiha,” Kakashi replied while yawning. “I’m gonna go sleep so why don’t you frolick in the ocean with your friends while it’s still your free time?”

Unwilling to spend his time with a man who annoyed him so much for no reason at all, Sasuke trudged off his designated room and followed the many footsteps on the sand. The untrimmed hedges eventually give way to the expanse of the gray ocean, its waves roaring from afar, building up like shifting towers, cresting, and breaking into foam by the time they reach the shore.

Naruto was already neck deep in the waters with the rest of his team, the new captain certainly setting a good camaraderie example. Sakura caught his entrance and waved him over despite the new council members intensely blushing at the sight of him.

“Sasuke!” He heard her call.

But every step he took on the soft sand was like a laboring walk on a cesspool of blood, his parents’ blood.

“The turtle is faster than you, you slowpoke!” Sakura continued her incessant teasing.

Trust me, I’m trying to get to you, he thought. Screams broke out just then.

And he felt like he was being whirled away into the barrel of his repressed memories. He started seeing everything in slow motion.

Naruto shouting cramp cramp cramp, an idiot move that got seawater into his nose, and ultimately made him lose his balance. Quick on her feet, Sakura swam into his vicinity with sure, measured strokes of an experienced swimmer. He heard her scream calm down you blonde idiot! and his teammates were able to usher him out of her hold and onto dry land.

But she didn’t manage to follow safely. She was swimming, but her direction kept on going farther away from the shore. She was caught in a riptide. The screams changed from Naruto’s name to her, the intensity and volume of voices getting stronger with every second.

“Sakura!”

“Miss Pres! Someone! Help!”

“Help please!”

Save her, a voice said in his head. “I can’t.”

Her pink hair looked like a blob riding untethered on the arms of the waves. Yet he was rooted to his spot, his memory spilling over like blank ink. Suddenly he can smell the gasoline in the air and the waves lose their sound, replaced by the gasps and shaky breaths of his parents, and the ticking time bomb of an explosion.

He started to hyperventilate as his sight closed in on him. “Sakura, I’m sorry.”

Fast and light footfalls passed by his side, breaking him out of his reverie, and Sasuke’s eyes opened to a coverless book on the sand, its pages fluttering in the wind.

A silver-haired man dove into the surface with no hesitation, briefly disappearing, and emerging again in a few seconds with an unconscious Sakura safe in his arms. Only then did Sasuke run in haste.

“Give us space!” Kakashi yelled with a sliver of anger and panic in his normally laidback voice.

Sasuke would have to content himself seeing the next events play out in between warm bodies, his heart drowning the waves when he realized she wasn’t breathing and Kakashi had to start chest compressions.

Seconds worth of chances and he stood there waiting again.

She still wasn’t responding.

“Come on, Sakura, breathe,” Kakashi pleaded through gritted teeth. When he counted down to thirty, he leaned down and gave her two rescue breaths.

Still no response.

“Dammit Sakura. Don’t die now.”

Another set of thirty compressions. By the fifteenth try, some council members have broken down and started crying.

“Fuck.” Kakashi did another pair of rescue breaths. Then she vomited water.

“Clear the way!”

A group of paramedics came thanks to Hinata’s calm thinking and took the disoriented pinkette from Kakashi’s hold. Sasuke’s eyes trailed after them, her long pink locks swaying in the wind, and landing on Hinata’s fixated gaze on him, like she knew something he didn’t. Or since then has denied.

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Sakura refused Kakashi’s instruction to go home. It was a close call, but she needed to see through a good transition in the student council, and a productive summer training camp for the baseball team.

“I’ll inform your parents then,” Kakashi said with a steely anger in his voice she was unfamiliar with. At whom it was directed she’ll never know.

“Ah, no need, I already called them,” she lied through gritted teeth. He responded with a brow raise but let it go for now.

“Get some rest, Ms. Pres.”

She did just that, holed up in a room for two days with minimal interaction save for her roommate Hinata who basically sidestepped around her in silence.

“How’s everyone?” Sakura asked her on the third day when she was about to scamper off to her observation duty.

“Your boys wanted to see you,” Hinata said. Sakura wondered if there was a tinge of jealousy in that but she saw the Hyuuga daughter as someone who already has all the good things in life. “But I refused entry since Naruto can be quite noisy and Sasuke is easily riled up nowadays.” Including sensitivity for others.

Hinata continued after giving her a plate of peaches and cranberry juice. “Your student council is still devastated, but they changed up their agenda to include a quick first aid training from a virtual trainer. Baseball team is doing quite well, far better than what I first expected….notwithstanding Haru’s absence.”

She noticed the visible change in Hinata’s expression after she uttered his name. “And how are you?”

The beautiful raven-haired looked at her with eyes brimming in tears. Poor girl never had someone to unload her broken heart to.

“I miss him Sakura.”

Sakura bites down on a slice of peach and taps her finger on one of Hinata’s clutched fist. “Do you still talk?”

Hinata shook her head, her fists clutching then unclasping each other in between pauses. “He was the one who ended the whole thing. Called me up for a date and we went to my favorite café, ordered me my favorite drink, and broke the news that he wanted to break up. He wasn’t angry when he said it, he was weary of everything, and I was hurt more by that fact. After I came home, I learned that he blocked me in all his social media accounts.” She took one slice of peach and stuffed it in her mouth, regardless of the tears that streaked her unmarred face. “I wanted to introduce him to Father, you know. Just until after I graduated so I could at least move away first. If he felt so suffocated by my family, how much more it was for me?”

Sakura puckered her lips with a tint of cranberry juice. “I think you’re both cowards.”

Hinata, who probably expected an empathetic response from Sakura, moved her hand away from Sakura and covered her mouth in surprise.

“It’s true,” the pinkette reasoned out. “Haru is a jerk for leaving all the work to you. He knows of your family so he should have stood up for you if he loved you. But you’re at fault too, Hina, because you know you could have introduced him earlier and faced your father’s wrath together. This gives me Romeo and Juliet vibes.”

“They both die in that story, Sakura.”

“Then West Side Story?” Sakura retrieved Hinata’s hand and put her hand over it. “I’m just saying I hope you find someone willing to take on that risk for you but also allowing you to have your agency to choose and act.”

Hinata doesn’t back away from Sakura’s touch. “You’ve always known what to say since we were in junior high.”

“Well of course! It’s because you and Haru are my friends!” She elbowed Hinata jokingly. “So Naruto?”

Blush bloomed on Hinata’s cheeks with a color far too intense to cover up. “Naruto? What about him?”

“It’s because of his strong people charm, isn’t it?” Sakura smiled, no longer looking at Hinata. “And if Haru had that personality, maybe it wouldn’t be difficult for your father to accept him.”

She was greeted with silence which told her that this was the truth, this was the reason why Hinata craved for his sunshine energy, and the reason why she had always wanted to orbit around him.

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Despite the life-threatening incident that marked the beginning of their excursion, the remaining days have fallen into some sort of normalcy and mundanity. Sasuke, more than he would like to admit, found himself spending more time with the mathematics teacher who was on his second coverless book.

“What’s your bet?” Kakashi asked out of the blue. Prior to this, they shared the silence punctuated with cicadas and the occasional crackling of wood in the campfire.

“Erotica,” Sasuke replied nonchalantly, seated across him on a foldable steel chair.

The teacher almost choked on his water. “What if I tell you it’s a classic lit?”

“A classic erotica literature,” Sasuke insisted. “Because if it is as safe as you said it, you’d leave the cover on because bookworms are snobbish like that.”

Kakashi chuckled. “What a brat. It’s a good thing I’m not a snitch for the school board.”

“You’re just implying they don’t pay you enough.”

“You’re really a brat.”

Again, the silence engulfed them, not much different from the night that lulled everyone to sleep. Sasuke kept his hands inside the pockets of his thin jacket, moving away from Kakashi to return to their room. He debated about this with himself for the last two days, wondering if it would be worth it. “You seem like a good guy despite your reading preferences.”

“Excuse me?” Kakashi’s voice was laced with offence.

“Thanks for saving Sakura.” He realized he was too young, too unreliable, like the kid he was once before. It was just he never grew up.

And the week was done, and time was in constant shift. The reshuffling in classes left him alone, but never that much, not when two extroverts came checking on him at every break. The spot behind the library was still their hidden spot, the dragonboat team was still their background music, and the countless scenes on the side of the lake were still their guilty pleasures of what-ifs.

Maybe every last year of every phase in life ended up going so fast. Like how the baseball team sped through the preliminaries to the nationals in one relentless drive. And yet again, he found himself going back to the same café with his favorite cashier who colored her hair pink.

“You like my new hair?” Sakura teased. “Okay hit me, I’m on a 15-minute break.”

“Stop eating my tomato basil salad first.” Sasuke flicked off her encroaching fingers on his bowl. “The team needs funds. In the board’s defense, they prepared for jersey uniforms, travel assistance, and board and lodging.”

“Up until the semis,” Sakura clarified.

“Unfortunately. What’s the council gonna do?”

“I’m not the president anymore, remember?”

Sasuke sipped his cold americano, looking pointedly at Sakura, who deflected his gaze. He tapped the surface of the table, knowing all too well that she will spill something any second now.

“The council is gonna do a fundraising event,” she finally relented.

“Please don’t tell me it’s another pass-the-hat.”

She shook her head, but if she was at all excited, she didn’t show it. “They’re gonna invite student musicians and do a showcase in the mall park.” She shrugged. “Not my idea and not my place to meddle.”

“You know it’ll be a failure, right?” Sasuke asked. “The crowd and the weekend traffic won’t be worth the effort.”

She sighed in agreement. “Well, Kakashi-sensei greenlighted it. They must have a trump card.”

Sasuke was right for the most part. No one paid them attention, not the crying kids, not the parents rushing for the flash market sales, not the aunties catching up with the newest town gossip. The music club was already halfway down to the set, and Sakura was keeping her head low and hidden in her beret in secondhand embarrassment.

“Please tell me it gets better,” Sasuke almost pleaded

She eyed him from head to toe with a smirk. “We could auction you if you want. Girlies at nine o’clock want your number.”

He rolled his onyx orbs but flushed at her insinuation that he was worth looking at today. It wasn’t his expertise to dress up nor did it come to him to actually buy new clothes in the last three years. He just put on an oversized graphic t-shirt over a pair of jeans and called it a day, and Sakura stood there beside him in her 90s fashion silk blouse tucked into black pants with a leather belt, very much unaware of how she stole attention.

“Let’s leave?” he suggested.

Sasuke lost sight of the crowd when she looped her arm in his as they walked away to the first notes of Flightless Bird, American Mouth. It was sudden, probably on impulse, and not much to Sakura’s thoughts, and maybe those were the reasons why he didn’t pull away from the electricity of her touch.

And maybe he should have walked quicker so she wouldn’t have looked back and seen Kakashi on the piano chair, stroking the keys like that of a lover, and his voice crooning everyone to join his atmosphere.

So while she stood there beside him, all dolled up and beautiful from head to toe, with her arm linked with his in the middle of a gathering crowd, she wasn’t entirely his, her heart not swaying in time with his pulse, but beating instead to the pluck of his chords.

Ah so I really was in love with her. A realization too late and another missed chance to offer her his saving grace.

Two songs later and a beaming Kakashi taking pictures with the audience, Sakura finally unlinked her arm from Sasuke’s, and they walked out of the mall under the threat of impending downpour. With hurried steps and foregone conversations, they managed to reach the shelter of a small shed along the bridge connecting the mall to the train station just before the rain ensued.

“Ah I forgot to bring an umbrella. Funny since it was scorching hot earlier.” She put out her fingers outside the cover of the shed, making contact with the drops. “Like it was sudden and inevitable.”

Sasuke kept mum about the umbrella inside his crossbody bag, wanting instead to drown in the rain with her.

“I wish it was that sudden and inevitable too – falling out of love,” she said as she took her wet hand inside for cover. “Because I’m running out of excuses to not fall further more.”

“You haven’t confessed yet,” Sasuke reminded her. “And we all know how that ends in this setup. You can never be together Sakura.”

“I know.” He heard her choke back a sob.

“I wish I could, Sasuke. But my eyes see him and then my mind plays back a dozen frames of him every second. I really wish I could do just that – fall out of love.”

She gave in to her emotions and cried with abandoned resentment and yet he saw her with rose tinted lenses – still beautiful in the woes of a first love heartbreak. His body started to move on its own, his arms hovering around her, an unspoken question of permission to touch her safe space, and she leaned into his embrace, an equally unspoken consent to envelop her in comfort.

They must have been lovers in the eyes of those under the passing umbrellas. His hug tightened at best, absorbing every convulsion in her small frame like it was his sole function.

“Would you like to use me, Sakura?” he whispered like a prayer he uttered under his breath for the rain to continue and give him a little more seconds, a bit more minutes, an illusion of stranded time with her in his arms.

Pools of emerald looked back at him stricken with fear. “It’s not fair. To you. To me.”

His ember irises held steady. “I don’t mind.”

“I do mind.” She cupped his face, soft yet calloused palms that tether him to this reality. “I do mind so I will not let my broken heart steal your chance at first love.”

But the rain has stopped as sudden as it started and she was out of his hold, running for her dear life out of the cover of the shed, through the bridge and into a train line he couldn’t follow.

But you’re my first love.

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[jamestrmtx]

Wish Upon a Night Sky - [Beastars | Various x Reader]

[Female, Sheep Reader | Slow Burn]

Act Twelve, Scene Two | The Storm

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Juno's sleeping by the time you make it back, even if she doesn't appear to be getting much rest from it. Not only does it seem like she dozed off without really planning to, based on how the bedsheets are kept underneath her, but the look on her face is composed of a frown and a glare. Her tosses and turns are constant, and her body tenses more and more with each one. You decide it's best not to wake her with the hour it is, though you still pick up the nearest blanket and throw it over her. Her shifting lessens and she takes a moment to cuddle up against the new source of softness and warmth.

".../N)," she mutters, furrowed gaze deepening as she stops moving.

You assume her bad dream is connected to you, so you take a step back and avoid her for the time being. Getting any closer wouldn't be such a good idea if it would only worsen her sleep. You make up for that by turning off the lights and making sure you're quiet as you walk off to your bed.

Lightning strikes from nearby; the thunder following it gains a flinch from you in response and a startled wake from your roommate, who -- seemingly still in her dazed state -- growls aimlessly at the darkness. You can't see much now that the room is pitch dark, though you can still make out her shadow from the distance you're at. She's now out of bed and standing up straight, head moving left and right as she tries to find the cause of her shock. You take that moment of distraction and seek for the closest source of light you can get: a small flashlight you retrieve from your bag. It's strong enough for you to have a better look at her and weak enough not to make her growl at you.

Juno's shoulders are tense and -- coupled with the lost expression on her face -- she seems to be more frightened than ready to attack. Her confused state fades the more the thunderstorm lasts; awareness over the reality of the situation finally appears to dawn on her. Slowly, her shoulders go back to a less rigid state and she blinks a few times, regaining a bit more consciousness over her surroundings.

"Ju-"

She turns in an instant and readies herself to attack. Her eyes land on you despite the poor lighting of the room, your voice helping her track you down. Recognition of who you are is just as quick as her reaction and helps her calm down further. Still, she doesn't approach you and holds a guilty look on her face all the while.

"I'm- I'm sorry," she mutters, voice raspy. "Did I hurt you?" she then asks, frown returning.

You shake your head, stand up, and take a few steps closer, flashlight working better the more you move forward. Truthfully, there's a part of you that's scared over the 'what ifs', hadn't she snapped out of it, and it doesn't help much knowing your name was muttered during her nightmare. Regardless of you now being back with her in the same dorm, there were still some wounds left to heal, both from the incident and how you'd dealt with its aftermaths. It isn't unlikely to assume her source of discomfort is in some way linked to you.

"I'm fine, Juno," you reassure her, voice muffled by the rain and the ongoing thunder. You take a step closer with each passing moment, until you're only three feet of distance away from her. "You, um… gr- growled at me a little, but that's about it." You shift in place and try not to let your fear show any more than it has. "More importantly, are you okay? You looked like you dozed off, so... So I threw that blanket on you." A frown forms on your face when you see she takes a step back each time you take one forward. "But then you woke up because of the thunder." It's as if she's the one slipping away from you now; you fear karma's here to bite back at you, yet you refuse to let another miscommunication stand between you and her. You gain more wits and continue to walk forward, until Juno's back bumps against the wall.

"Juno, it's really no-"

"Stay back."

It's hard not to feel cold at the sound and the meaning of that sentence; not even the pained look on her face makes it less heart-wrenching. Your chest feels about as tight as your throat, and words fail to leave your mouth regardless of you being the one to corner her. She keeps her back pressed against the wall while you continue to stand in front of her, eager to help her out. "Just let me help y-"

"N- No."

She breaks with that sole word and pushes you away to create space for herself to run off. 

You grab the doorknob first, preventing her from cutting matters short with you.

"I understand if you're still angry with me, b- but please don't leave yet." Your grip on the doorknob is tight enough to make your hand ache, urging you to let it go for a second to recover. "It's dark, and there's a thunderstorm right now. You- You'll only get hurt if you leave now."

"And what about you?" she snaps, tears contrasting with the impatience in her voice. "You- You said I growled at you!"

"Yeah, but only because you were having a nightmare!"

"A nightmare that could be real if I don't leave right now!"

Silence arrives despite how rough the weather is. Juno's gaze is as cold as the wind the storm brings into the room; in contrast, her touch is gentle and warm when her hand falls on yours. "Let me take you somewhere safe, then," she says, facing your eyes. "Haru's your friend, isn't she? I can sneak you to her dorm so you can stay the night with her -- for today, or at least... At least until I stop having these awful dreams."

Curiosity brings forth the impulse to ask her more on that subject. "...Am I your enemy in those dreams?"

Her ears fall and her gaze falters from yours.

"Sometimes you are; sometimes you aren't." You can see her hesitate and feel how her hand tenses over yours. "But when you are, it's…" She shudders and blinks a few tears away. "It's…" Her breaths are now both audibly and visibly shaky, though she tenses further when you try to comfort her by squeezing her hand tight.

"It's okay," you intervene, managing a smile. "You don't have to force yourself right now -- I understand."

For what feels like an eternity since, Juno smiles.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," she mutters, stopping to catch her breath. "Would it… Would it be alright if I hugged you now?"

You nod and stretch your arms out. "Knock yourself out," you reply, giggling.

Juno grins and a blush soon spreads on her face, hidden when she takes a small step forward. Then, she leans in and hugs you tight, lasting for what feels like only a second before the storm's relentless thunder separates you by making you flinch. Still, your smile remains intact, as does hers now that you've found better closure between you.

"Ready to sneak me out now?" you ask, offering your hand out to her.

She takes it.

"Ready," she says, words hushed as she opens the door and steps out with you by her side.

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So...

I was down with the sickness (again!) for one whole week, then I had to move out the week after, and then the week after that one I took two missing vaccines and got sick again as a result of the symptoms, which created a sudden and huge delay in my update schedule, buuut I'm finally back now. (Phew!)

I'm still very, very, very tired, lol. But I found out one of the main reasons for getting sick again was due to lots of stress and little rest, sooo I'll be focusing more on my hobbies (like this one!) in order to avoid and prevent anything like that from happening again.

As a result, story updates might be a lil' wonky in their schedule (until I get enough rest) but more frequent from here on out!!

[luhlust]

Hey, uh idk if I asked this already but can you do a Hatsuharu x Reader based on episode 4 season 2 of Fruits Basket? Because, in that episode Hatsuharu had his meltdown. But instead of him having a meltdown because of Rin it’s because you two and dating and had an argument? And uhm basically instead of him grabbing Tohru, he grabs you. And Kyo like punches him bc y’all are good friends~ and the ending is all fluffy and him apologizing for the argument or whatever. (Sorry if this is confusing)~~

Choose Me

Anime: Fruits Basket

Pairing: Soma Hatsuharu x Reader

Overview: Hatsuharu has been spending a lot of time with Rin making you, his girlfriend, jealous ending up with a huge rampage.

Note: I KNOW YOU SAID INSTEAD OF RIN IT SHOULD BE THE READER BUT I THINK IT'S CUTER THIS WAY. I hope you don't mind~ PLUS IM DONE WITH ALL THE REQUIREMENTS AND IM STILL STUDYING BUT THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST AND I CAN'T HELP BUT WRITE IT. I love Hatsuharu so much.

•-–-•

You really understand Hatsuharu's relationship with Rin. Maybe, a little too much. You were there for him afterall, helping him cope up with her behaviour, letting him cry on you, you supported Hatsuharu. You love him.

You grew to love him just by being together with him was enough for you so when Hatsuharu confessed he too, fell for you, you couldn't believe it, until his lips touched yours, cloud of smoke blinded your eye, laughing as you stared at his Ox form.

You knew Hatsuharu would need a lot of time to fully move on from Rin so you were okay with letting Hatsuharu settle the phase for your relationship.

Lately, Hatsuharu has been spending less time with you to take care of Rin who once again, escaped from the hospital. You didn't mind how he would abruptly go to her side, you didn't mind how he called you to cancel your plans with a short apology, you didn't mind if he kept choosing her over you.

That is before you reached your tipping point.

When Hatsuharu went back to your shared apartment, he really just wanted to sleep. Rin's words continued to ring in his ear, he is beyond exhaustion. He is not in the right state to hear your complaints.

"So, I just want to have your time! I bought us some tickets to th-" "God, can you just please shut up!"

Hatsuharu glared at you, slamming his bag across the room. Your throat suddenly became dry, hands balled into a fist. Hatsuharu immediately wanted to punch himself for bursting on you like that, he was just so annoyed but even he, himself knew it was not a good excuse.

"(y/n)..." He fumbled on his words, what can he say in a situation like this? He wanted to comfort you, his hands were shaking. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you walked passed him and entered the bedroom, leaving Hatsuharu to contemplate on his actions.

"Fuck.." He clicked his tongue.

Hatsuharu grabbed a bottle of water and drank to calm himself down. When he heard the door opened, he turned around and was ready to apologise but his eyes trailed to the duffel bag you were carrying.

"Where are you going?" He questioned softly, even if he already knew the answer. He was hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. "Away." You smiled at him, masking your emotions like you always did.

"Let's break up, Haru. No, Sohma-kun." Hatsuharu's eyes widened, speechless. You took his silence as a que to leave. Mustering up all your strength, you grabbed the doorknob, twisting it to open the door. Hatsuharu acted fast, he slammed the door close, trapping you against it.

"No. You're not going anywhere! C-Can't we fix this?" His voice cracked, he can't let you leave him. You were the only one who understood him, only one who accepted him as a whole! "Please...(y/n)..." Tears streamed down his face, the sight of him broke you more, you had to be strong. Cupping his face, you wiped his tears, trying to soothe him.

"I'm sorry Haru. You kept on choosing her and I kept on choosing you." Biting your lip, you kissed his forehead, Hatsuharu melted against your touch.

"Let me choose myself this time."

Hatsuharu felt like time slowed down as you slipped away from his grasp.

The door closed and he broked down.

He hasn't heard from you for a week.

It was difficult to be away from him, everything just screamed for you to go back and wrap your arms around him. You stayed with Kyo for the mean time, telling them that your apartment was undergoing a few construction and Hatsuharu decided to stay at the main state.

They really didn't question you a lot, you were that good at lying and hiding plus they are your friends too. You continued on with your life, trying to distract yourself. You were currently asked to bring some materials to Tohru's room. "Oh, (y/n)! That looks heavy!" She mused, standing up to help you settle the materials on the teacher's desk.

You stayed for a while, laughing at how they teased Kyo with Tohru. Sometimes you just want to smack the two at how oblivious these two are to their feelings. Seeing them, reminded you of Hatsuharu. Your heart dropped, spacing out of the window, you wondered if he's doing well.

There's something off about the day, you just felt anxious, like something bad is going to happen.

"Oh, Haru turned dark and is currently on a rampage during the homeroom!" Momiji grinned. "What? Why didn't you say earlier!?" You and the others dashed out of the room, bumping towards several people.

You could hear him breaking the windows, the other students and teacher were ourside frightened. You entered the room, everything was a mess.

Kyo immediately tried to talk some sense into him. "Shut up stupid cat. You're very existence causes trouble for us, all! Stupid cat!" His remarked annoyed Kyo immediately.

"Haru, I don't know why you're causing a rampage, but you shouldn't do that here." Hatsuharu clicked his tongue. You knew this was your fault, you knew why he was angry. Seeing him at this state, made you doubt if your decision was right. "Princess Yuki is such a worry-wart. Afraid I'll accidentally transform on my rampage?" His eyes met yours, a frown replacing his smirk.

"What? You're here? How lame." You stepped closer, hands up in surrender. "Haru, stop it. Calm down." Your voice angered him even more. "Stupid. Stupid. So damn, stupid! You're so twitchy, you'll feel a lot better if everyone would know." He reached out to you, grabbing your arm roughly.

"H-Haru...it hurts..." His grip around you tightened, pulling you closer until Kyo punched him. "I don't care what's your problem but is that how you should treat your girl?!" Kyo placed you behind him, shielding you from Hatsuharu.

"What's it to you? She's not my girl anymore." Hatsuharu's words struck you, you felt yourself losing your composure. "Oh I see. You went for the kitty cat didn't you? I shou-" You cut him off with a slap. His cheeks immediately became swollen, everyone stood shocked at the scene. "Enough, Haru..." You walked out of the room, eyes following you everywhere.

Your steps became faster as the time passed, slowly turning into a full sprint. You didn't know where you were going, you just wanted to get out of there.

The teacher managed to settle the issue down by pouring water to both of them, calming Hatsuharu in a snap. After some counselling, Hatsuharu met up with the others, apologizing for his behavior before noticing you were not there. "Where's (y/n)?" He managed to choke out, it was clear to them that he was very anxious.

"She ran out and we haven't seen her since earlier." Tohru answered, fidgeting, not knowing how he would react.

Hatsuharu excused himself, wanting to look for you. You couldn't have gotten that far, he knows you enough to know where you would go. He reached the door to the rooftop, staring at it blankly. You were crying, he was sure of it, so why can't he just open the damn door?

He was scared.

Scared of what you would say to him, scared to lose you more.

"Triple shit." He cussed, letting the door open, hands shielding his eyes from bright rays. He immediately saw you sitting down, music blasting through your phone.

Your eyes were closed but you knew he was there, a shadow loomed over you. You refused to open your eyes, you too were afraid.

Is this what happens when you fall inlove? Is this what love really is? To be afraid of one another yet still want to cling to one another even knowing the fact that they can hurt you anytime?

Hatsuharu doesn't care about anything anymore, he can't let you go, he could never let you go. You were more important to him, he was just selfish. He couldn't let go of the past but he wants a presen and a future with you.

Hatsuharu is more than willing to put his past behind and put you first, that's what he realised during those days of solitude.

He grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him, still being wary of not hugging you to close in order to prevent himself from transforming despite how startled you were. "Haru...?" You whispered, hands automatically finding its way around his body.

"Ah, I know now.." He smiled, enjoying the way your body tangled. "Home. I never realised it before. (y/n), you're my home." He buried his head against your neck, letting himself succumb to your scent.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for not being a good boyfriend. I know, I don't deserve you but you can count on me to make me deserve you, if you let me. Will you let me back?" You stared at him, nodding softly, before leaning in for a kiss.

Hatsuharu pulled you closer, his hand behind your head, deepening the kiss. It was desperate but passionate, the two of you missed each other. You love him, even if it hurts.

But is it really love if it doesn't hurt at all?

Your back was against the concrete, Hatsuharu straddled you, pinning you down as he continued to place kissed along your neck. "H-Haru! We can't do this he-ahh." Smirking upon seeing the purple hue on your neck, you smacked his chest. "But (y/n), let me show you how much I love you." He pouted, why did he have to be cute. Your fingeres played with his two-colored hair, you're really an idiot to this idiot.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it in closed doors will 'ya?" You stiffened, seeing Kyo and Yuki in the other side with a small tint of pink dusted on their cheeks. You immediately became flustered unlike Hatsuharu who calmly complained. "You guys are a cockblocker."

Tohru peered in, confused at why they are standing si stiffly. "Kyo? Yuki? Did you find the-" "IDIOT! DON'T LOOK!"

Hatsuharu had to leave to continue talking with his parents. He got suspended for a week while you were "sick" for a week as well.

Hatsuharu made it up to you for a whole week, assuring you that you will now be his first choice. You didn't have to worry about Rin anymore becuase everytime he needed to visit her, it was with you. He would always shield you if things became a little complicated, covering your ears when she said spiteful words, making me drag you out. That was the last time he visited Rin.

Now he's very clingy to you! Devoting his time and energy to you and only you. "(y/n), why are you too close with Yuki. I don't like it." Hatsuharu held you close, glaring at Yuki who just let out a sigh.

"Love birds."

[bemybstar]

Legoshi x reader? Whatever species you want. a transfer student who Legosi's curious about, always wearing a scarf around her neck & covering her mouth, he thinks he's bothering her since she doesn't reply back to him, until saving her one night from a carnivore, strangely she showed no fear, wanting her scarf back, which he gives to her, as he then sees bite marks around her neck... she's a mute, survived a attack from childhood, and she breaks down, first time someone's been kind to her...

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting! Inbox is still open for requests and feedback is highly appreciated! Gif doesn’t belong to me.

It’s been over a month since you first made your new life here at Cherryton Academy. You had just transferred from your old school ever since your parents moved to the city because of their new job promotions. You weren’t all that pleased with the overall decision since leaving the country side in exchange for city life wasn’t something you had in mind, but because they were your parents you had no where else to turn to.

The school had its pros and cons like anything you were faced with but you still managed to make the most of it starting with your first new friend, Haru. She spotted you sitting alone during lunch and asked if she could join you which you happily agreed to by nodding your head. The conversation if you could call it that was mostly one sided since Haru did all of the talking. You would agree by giving a small “mhmm” as an answer to any of her questions, you weren’t much a talker to begin with but Haru wasn’t one to pry about your past. That’s what you admired most about her and that’s why you trusted her as your very best friend.

“What class do you have now?” Haru asked as you followed her down the hall. You pointed to the class on your schedule and stopped once you made it to the door. “Seaspeak huh? That’s interesting I have history but I’ll meet you back at the dorm. Bye Y/N!” Haru said as you waved back and entered the crowded classroom filled with animals already in their seats.

You walked up the aisle to take yours, placing your bag down and opening your notes to the chapter that was highlighted on the board. “In the sea communication is done by using sounds and bubbles rather than words,” your professor started off with as you began to jot everything down.

Grabbing your interest on the topic you were suddenly distracted by a male voice who asked for your attention. “Hey Uhh. Do you happen to have an eraser I can borrow?” You knew who that voice belonged to, a male grey wolf by the name of Legosi, this is the first time he’s spoken to you since you joined the class.

“Mhmm,” you replied handing him your spare eraser you keep hidden in the front pocket of your backpack. “Oh thanks,” he says taking it from you. The bell then starts to ring as your professor yaps on about a paper that’s due next week when the smell of egg salad sandwiches invades your concentration. You lift up your nose to catch a whiff but Legosi notices and offers you a piece.

“Here, take it. It’s the least I could do since you shared your eraser with me. Egg salad sandwiches are my favorite especially on Wednesday’s,” He informs as you take the other half giving him a soft nod in return to his kindness. You quietly gather up your things, push your chair in, and wave goodbye before you head back down to leave in time for your next class.

“You sure love those egg salad sandwiches,” Jack approaches Legosi right after adding, “Hey! What happened to the other one?”

“Oh! I gave it to Y/N since she let me use her eraser,” Legosi tells him. “I never knew she liked them,” Jacks says. “Neither did I...,” Legosi adds.

“Hmm,” Jack hums. “Isn’t this the first time you’ve talked to her?”

“Well... yes and no,” Legosi answers shyly. “I did say hi to her that one time in drama club when she dropped something off for Louis but before I could ask her anything... she was gone.”

“Maybe she had somewhere else to be,” Jack encourages him. “Or maybe... she doesn’t like me,” Legosi says with his head hanging low in guilt. “What! Come on, no way! Maybe she’s just as shy as you are when it comes to making the first move. Try to get to know her and see.” Legosi took his friends advice to heart, one way or another he was gonna keep trying and get this right.

The night was drawing in as you headed back to the girls dorm after a long and tiring lecture from your final class of the day. The lamp lights paved the way as your guide to the dorms main entrance where you would be greeted by Haru and get a chance at some well needed rest. But your peaceful state would soon come to a hault when you stopped dead in your tracks and perked your ears up in defense. Someone was following you...

You started to pick up your pace but your feet weren’t fast enough for the large carnivores chasing after you. You quickly turned around ready to incounter them only to be tripped by an overgrown tree root causing you to fall back onto the dirt road. Fear clouded your eyes as the mysterious figures stepped into the light baring smirks of succeeding in getting a kick out of you.

“You should have seen the look on your face!” The first guy said as his friend began to laugh maliciously, both of them carnivores and ironically both of the same species; Western Coyotes.

“She probably thought we were gonna bite her face off,” the second one said as you glared furiously at them. “You wolves are dumber than ya look.” That’s what got you the most so you decided to do something about it. By the time he turned the other way you managed to kick him in the face so hard he went flying. And by the looks of it his friend didn’t appreciate your temper.

“You little bitch,” he growled coming straight into contact with your now exposed face and gripped you by the collar of your school uniform. “Your gonna pay for that,” he snarled as he lifted his arm up to reveal his sharp claws. You closed your eyes and were ready to accept your fate once again when suddenly a familiar voice broke through the air.

“Enough!” It was Legosi. “Leave her alone. Now!,” the coyote turned to look at him suspiciously. “I SAID NOW!”

“Oh yeah?” Who are you her boyfriend or something... What are you gonna do? Make me?” He was toying with Legosi and he knew it. The coyote let go of his grip on you and took a fighting stance next to Legosi waiting for the perfect moment of attack. “He-he’s not worth it. That’s the same wolf who nearly killed Bill on stage,” his friend who managed to dust himself off finally spoke up. “Just forget it,” he added.

The coyote began to growl heavily when his friend snapped him out of it by the tug of his arm. “Come on, let’s go!” He said as the other obeyed following in pursuit as they both took off in a hurry.

Legosi stared them down until they were long gone from his sight, he quickly turned to check on you and what he saw was enough to shatter his heart into a million little pieces. You were crying... and this time weren’t trying to hide it. He approached you carefully and sat down leaning his back against the cold concret wall. He spotted your silk scarf across from him and held it out for you to take as you started to calm down little by little.

“H-here,” he says nervously. “I think this belongs to you,” Legosi says as he catches a glimpse of your face for the first time. “T-thanks,” you sniffle and take the scarf from his hand but don’t decide to put it on just yet. “I-I’m sorry you have to see me like t-this.” The secret you intended to keep hiding was finally revealed... the scars of your past.

A bite mark roamed the left side of your neck, little traces of fangs can be seen leaving their print on your fur... forever. The incident happened a long time ago and it isn’t a day you like to remember. The bite mark came from a coyote during your childhood days, you saw him picking on a rabbit and decided to step in. One thing led to another and all you have now is this scar to remember it by. The incident shook you so badly that you decided to go silent ever since and only speak when spoken to.

“You have no reason to apologize,” Legosi said wipping a tear from your eye. “Your scars don’t define you. You being the best version of yourself you can be, does. Your beautiful inside and out and if anyone bothers to tell you differently then... they aren’t worth your time.”

“That’s the first time anyone’s ever stood up for me like that.” You say shyly trying your best not to shed another tear. He gets up from his spot and offers his hand to help you up from off the ground. He stares at you and you stare back before going in for a hug, you can hear his heartbeat grow faster by the sudden show of affection.

“Thanks Legosi,” is all you can say. He gives in and holds you in his arms finally opening his mouth to complete, “Your welcome.”

You stay like that for what feels like forever. But why do you feel so safe in his arms and why don’t you want him to stop? You guess time will only tell but until then all you can do is enjoy this sweet moment with the boy who saved your life.

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[jasmine-the-fox]

Phantom thieves of hearts go after Lila Rossi

So... i was looking in my notifications to see what the ones I follow were posting and then someone sent a prompt of a crossover of miraculous ladybug and persona 5, but the person who received the ask refused cause they don’t do crossovers... So why not give it a try?

“I totally know the Phantom thieves of Heart! I was the one who helped be who they are in the first place” Lila claimed like always, it was time to eat there lunch and Lila was telling her “friends” yet another made up story of her’s that they believe in... Meanwhile Marinette was sitting with her friends who know Lila is lying, Kagami, Luka, Aurore, Mireille, Chloe and Adrien.

After Lila lied about a dance that would make Ladybug come see Chloe, the girl decided to change and apologized the group of friends for her actions, when Aurore asked about miss Bustier’s class, Chloe simply shrugged it off “There the bullies’ now, until they apologize to us I have nothing to say to them” she had said making them agree and she joined there group.

Adrien on the other hand... Was harder, his father had Lila hang out with Adrien for whatever reason she wanted... And he realized that the high road wasn’t going to work with her, Kagami also helped him further by making him understand that while he might want Lila safe and happy... He was allowing Mari to be closer to being akumatized then Lila... She also made him see that his desire to date Ladybug was only a fantasy and so he apologized to Mari who forgave him.

“I can’t believe she’s lying like that... But then again I can see her plan” Kagami said as the group nodded “If Lila claimed she knows the Phantom thieves, then one of them will go to the Phansite to demand they steal Mari’s heart, after a while Lila can claim Mari got a calling card and then the next day claim Mari came to see her to admit everything she did bad” Chloe said making Adrien nod “Once they believe her, they will go to Mari thinking there all friends again... And Mari will have no choice but to play along or Lila will destroy her again” Adrien said as Mari giggled.

“There’s no way i’ll play along, i’ll deny it like always and think there all crazy to think that” she said making them nod to her in understanding... As Alya glared at Mari while pulling out her phone “Alya... What are you doing?” Nino asked as he saw her on the Phansite “I’m going to ask the Phantom thieves to steal Mari’s heart... They need full names right? So i’ll give it to them” she said as she believed what Lila said about all people connected to the bad guy must have there full names written... What she didn’t know is she was giving them Lila on a silver platter.

Alya smiled as she wrote the request, once she tells Lila what she did her BFF will thank her for the help. Once she finished writing it, Alya looked it over before sending it to the site for the Phantom thieves to see “Lila will thank us! Once Mari has a change of heart will be friends” Alya said as Nino nodded... But wondered if it wouldn’t bite them in the end, he wondered... If what Adrien said was true... Was Lila really lying? Adrien did tell him to look into what Lila claimed online, but Alya wanted to go on dates with him... He never got the chance but now he could, so while Alya was focused on telling Lila about the nice thing she did... Nino searched Lila... And only found the Ladyblog... Lila lied from the very start... They were lied to.

He had to fix things with Mari and the others right now.

In Japan, at Leblanc...

“Did you guys see the post from Paris? Something sounds weird from it” Ryuji codename Skull said as he looked at his phone “Your right, I looked over the post and did some research online... And I can tell that the “Victim” she claims is lying” Futaba codename Oracle said as she typed on her laptop “Why am I not surprised?” Akechi codename Crow sighed as he looked at the request “The title is: Marinette Dupain-Cheng needs to stop bullying Lila Rossi” Ann codename Panther read “In Paris, a class got a transfer student names Lila, she was sweet and had many stories to tell them all but Marinette was jealous and ended up bullying her” she read.

“As it turns out, she would do anything to Lila and make her cry... Not once wanting to be her friend... So the class decided to bully Marinette back to avenge Lila, but it wouldn’t change her ways... She kept going and it got worse” Ryuji reads making the group sigh “It was then that Lila told them she’s our friend and that she was the one who made both our team and the Phansite” Haru codename Noir says with a glare as she looks over the post “So Alya who made the post and bullies Marinette decided to ask us for help since Lila is scared of telling the school when she wants to fix things with Marinette... How disgusting of lie” Yusuke codename Fox finishes “What do you think Ren?” Morgana codename Mona asked as Ren codename Joker thinks it over before nodding.

About a week had passed since Alya sent the request... Lila worried for nothing in the end, she thought they would come but it looks like they weren’t coming “Alya... I think you should take down your request” she said as she acted like she was sad “What!? But why!?” she demanded “Because... It doesn’t look like there coming, there wasn’t a calling card here at all and Mari still hasn’t changed” Lila explained which was a lie... The truth was now she didn’t need to worry about getting a calling card... She did remember meeting a girl who asked her questions about the school and so did her friends which she thought was weird but nothing more.

“LILA!” Rose yelled as she rushed over “Calling cards! The Phantom thieves of heart placed calling cards at the school!” Rose claimed as Lila’s eyes widen while Alya grew excited “See! I told you! Now Mari will have a change of heart!” she claimed as Lila faked a smile “Um” hearing Rose made them turn to her “It’s not Mari there after... There going after Lila’s heart” she explained making there eyes widen as they rushed into the school to find calling cards all over.

“Lila Rossi” they turned to find Mari reading out loud the calling card “You who enjoys making those who won’t follow your lies suffer will stop now, we the Phantom thieves of heart have read the request filled with lies and know you are the true villain. So we will be stealing your heart and make you admit all of your crimes from your mouth. From the Phantom thieves of heart” she finished as Chloe laughed “Looks like someone really did send them a request and it backfired” Chloe laughed as Adrien glared towards Lila “Guess will just have to wait and see when it happens” he said as the trio headed for class while Lila grew furious... All the while her shadow self was enraged at the Phantom thieves planning to destroy all her work.

Meanwhile the Phantom thieves were inside Lila’s palace, Lila saw the school as her empire... Filled with those who believe her lies... While the ones who knew she lied were punished and then end there lives, Lila was at the top with her golden eyes as all shadows had with a distorted voice, she wore a modern but Italian style of a goddess dress with a veil covering her mouth, she had her followers attack for her while Adrien stood by her side like she wanted him to be as her lover... But she still lost her staff... That became her journal that contained every entry of every single lie she ever made... Including her thoughts on those who believed her.

That day, Lila ended up going home feeling the need to admit to her lies... Starting with her own mother who came to greet her... Miss Rossi was furious towards her daughter for lying to her, the next day Lila went to see the principal to admit to him her lies and then went to class to tell before her classmates and her teacher all her lies... And how she saw her “friends” in reality making the class and Caline look at Lila in horror... At the fact they were tricked for two years... Not that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was right this whole time... The class screamed and attacked Lila without mercy... Forgetting that they destroyed so much of Mari’s stuff that she noted how much it all costed and was planning to send the amounts to each classmate who destroyed something specific.

For the next two weeks, Police came to question the whole class and anyone who encountered Lila in any shape or form... It took a long time and Mari was the last one to be questioned... But what she had to say shocked the police “She had the whole class under her control” she had said “It was so bad that they would hurt me and destroy my stuff because Lila claimed I did something to her... I have so many pictures of some overly damage things and kept everything they destroyed that the total would make one of them be in debt if it was only one of them” she explained, this caused the police to push the school to get security cameras and to make sure there is no bullying.

At the end of the day, the class thought it was over... They were wrong, after Mari was questioned the police asked for the destroyed items and pictures to be organized by the student who destroyed it, the police then got the totals for each student and they went to see there parents to present them the proof and totals of money they owe Mari... There parent’s showed no mercy to them as they began confiscating things for months while forcing them to work in order to pay Mari back... And that wasn’t easy for most of them in reality.

Nino, Rose and Nathaniel were the only ones who barely destroyed anything... Just one item and it was easy to pay back, Alya, Kim, Max, Alix, and Sabrina had destroyed the most and were taken out of activities and forced to get jobs while Mylène, Ivan and Juleka while things were taken from them they paid most of what they destroyed but the kindly asked Mari to give them a week or two to pay the rest... Mari gave them a month to pay her back, by the time the year ended Nino was there friend and he worked very hard to be forgiven, Max was still working on fixing things between them after what he did... Rose on the other hand has been giving them a bunch of gifts thinking she wasn’t forgiven when she was since after she paid Mari back.

Ivan and Mylène don’t forgive themselves for allowing themselves to be tricked by Lila so easily and so they transferred schools and both go see a therapist with the hopes to see them again in the future... While the others mostly Alya don’t realize how bad there actions towards Marinette was, there parents are forcing them to get mental help because of that and so they have yet to graduate but Mari and her small group of friends (minus Nino, Rose and Max) but since then Mari has been seen talking on the phone with someone for some strange reason... And during the summer Alya was pissed when she saw Mari with a model named Ann Takamaki.

Even so it is believed that the Phantom thieves of heart are friends with Ladybug and Chat Noir and have agreed to help them defeat Hawk Moth from within his palace... Gabriel fears the day it will happen since he saw the video Ladybug made with Chat Noir on Aurore’s blog Bugout.

Let’s just say... He’s screwed in the end.

[secret-engima]

...Rufus Shinra and the Turks in KHR

-Pure, total, utter, CHAOS.

-This boy was raised to rule an EMPIRE that played pretend as a power company there is no one more suited to wreak havoc with the Mafia than this boi and his pack of trained killers.

-Let’s be really mean and make Rufus be reborn as Tsuna and OH BOY the chaos starts from a young age.

-Tsuna doesn’t remember his old like until Nono seals him, and several days later (after Nono and Iemitsu have left) in the continuous desperation to LIVE-SURVIVE-NO-NO-NO that comes from having part of his soul locked away, Tsuna cracks open a part of his mind that should have never been touched, and Rufus spills out across the young, vulnerable mind of his second life with a gasp and a shudder, and he feels something in his veins screaming to be let out, and it feels like drowning-freezing-dying so he FIGHTS with every ounce of Will he has.

-The seal was meant to restrain the young, untrained Flame of a toddler. This new and unsettled, it was not prepared to hold back the surge of Will that came from an adult mind honed to a razor edged and tempered in world-ending apocalypses. The seal shatters into a thousand shards, but not before it carves at Rufus’s soul on the way out, and Nana rushes her son to the hospital for what looks like a seizure.

-The doctors have to restart his heart three times before he finally stabilizes (before his Flames finally flush the last of the seal shards from his system and are allowed to flow free through his veins). During the tense, hours long struggle to keep him alive, Nana calls the number Iemitsu gave her over and over.

-No one answers.

-Rufus wakes up in a hospital, and the sensation is not unfamiliar. It still takes him a moment to recognize the woman dozing in the chair by his bed with dark marks under her eyes as his mother (new mother) and this life as Tsuna’s life, not Rufus’s.

-Well. This is.

-Not what he expected when he died.

-He gets the feeling Gaia is laughing at him.

-The doctors can’t figure out what caused his seizures, nothing unusual shows up on any of their tests or scans. The only thing is heightened stress hormones and blood pressure, but not nearly high enough to cause damage. Eventually they let Nana take him home, but the woman who was previously so distant and ... ditzy in Tsuna’s memories is now protective, alert. Rufus assumes it’s because having your child nearly die horribly for unknown causes would make anyone (barring say, his old father) terribly upset.

-(He doesn’t know that Nana carried him all the way to the hospital because she doesn’t have a car, that his Flames, screaming Sky and biting, feral Mist, soaked into her own soul in their desperation, and in their quest to tear off his seal, shattered the one Iemitsu had sneakily applied to Nana’s passive Sky flames as well).

-Rufus thinks on Tsuna’s memories and realizes that it was his absentee father and “grandfather” (hah if that’s not a crime lord euphemism he’ll eat his own shoes) that caused his awakening and near death. There is something morbidly amusing in having a terrible, probably criminal father in both lifetimes.

-It would be funnier if he had any of his old allies to help him along (to make him feel less lonely).

-He also has powers now, and for a while he wonders if that makes him some kind of Ancient or halfbreed of one, but either way he keeps them secret, and he’s pretty sure Ancients didn’t use quite this much fire in their powers.

-He keeps his head down, he gets top marks in school but makes no real effort to socialize with his peers (none of them are worth knowing except maybe Hibari, but Hibari is feral and Rufus isn’t sure he wants to deal with that), and in secret he practices control over his Flames. He has two of them, one is bright orange and bright and POWERFUL, it’s the easiest to call. The other is weaker, but it’s incredibly useful. It’s light indigo in color, and with it Rufus can weave illusions from simple “don’t notice me” things to full on imagined animals or people as distractions.

-One day though, he gets caught playing with his powers by one Yamamoto Takeshi. The boy looks at him with an implacably neutral expression and Rufus is wondering if his purple fire can erase minds, when suddenly he smiles and holds out a palmful of blue fire.

-Rufus’s orange Flame lurches out of his skin in a breathless, needy desperation that startles them both, the Intuition in Rufus’s head SINGING found-you-found-you-mine-mine-mine- and there’s a click in both their souls-.

-Takeshi relaxes and something in Rufus’s soul cries with joy and recognition. Then Takeshi folds his hands politely in front of him and smiles a smile Rufus would know anywhere in the world, “Hello sir,” Tseng murmurs, “it’s good to finally see you again.”

-After that, their adult reserve crumbles, and the two children (only ten years old) cry heart wrenchingly on each other’s shoulders, because they saw the world end, they saw death, and now they woke up and thought for years they were the only ones.

-The others trickle in slowly after that, in fits and starts. Kyoko wanders over one day and introduces herself as Elena, and Rufus realizes Ryohei, her very quiet brother, has been something of a Martial Arts fanatic since a few years ago (since Rufus broke his seal, he doesn’t know it, but the sheer power and desperation of his Flames echoed over the town and woke up the others, though they did not realize where their awakening had come from).

-Cissnei shows up on his doorstep without explanation, her hair dark purple now and her body skinny from malnutrition that Rufus’s new mother happily sets about fixing.

-One by one his Turks drift in, and when Hibari starts growling over the intrusion of a budding gang in his territory, Rufus finally deigns to give Hibari his full attention.

-It’s a fight that ends in two broken arms, three broken ribs, a black eye and a nasty concussion, but one of those arms, the black eye, one of the ribs, and the concussion aren’t his and Hibari looks at Rufus in something like awe before he names Rufus Fluffy Carnivore and suddenly Hibari has a new turk recruit who comes with his own small army of pompadour wearing minions.

-Excellent.

-Rufus is content to start small. He doesn’t want to attract the attention of his father’s organization yet, but he has established himself as a small Yakuza now (though no one knows he rules it, his illusions are so helpful in making him seem smaller and weaker and clumsier than he is, to the point the oblivious students and teachers call him Dame-Tsuna) and he is looking into uncovering which Mafia group his father works for (so he can someday tear it up by the roots and burn it down, just to see the look on Iemitsu’s face).

-Of course, when he turns 14, everything gets ... complicated.

-Namely a tiny hitman shaped vaguely like a toddler shows up on his doorstep, calls him Dame-Tsuna, and says he’s here to teach Tsuna how to be a proper Mafia boss.

-Rufus and his Turks are Not Impressed™.

-But Iemitsu sent this tiny hitman, and Rufus is never one to pass up a chance to play the enemy for a fool, so he plays along. He plays the startled, skeptical civilian, the klutzy middle schooler with a group of wacky friends who don’t fit in any better than him, and when the TRAINED KILLER who is the best in the world (or so he claims) buys it wholesale, Rufus has to struggle not to roll his eyes at the sky because HONESTLY.

-Then Reborn drags a boy from Italy here, one who is quiet and wears sunglasses and has perhaps too much love of explosions and Rufus grins to himself and clicks his fingers at Tseng. Tseng takes the boy aside, and when they come back, Rude calmly swears fealty to Rufus without batting an eye.

-Reborn’s strangled surprise in the corner is priceless.

-It’s less priceless when Reborn shrugs it off as coincidence and keeps buying the “Dame-Tsuna” persona.

-It takes until Mukuro (Reno, a nearly broken, fractured Reno who has kept his sanity only because of the memories his torture dragged up out of his soul) shows up with two more of his Turks and Rufus and Rude talk them down in minutes (and with a lot of tears afterward, because these bodies are only 14 and Reno and his comrades have been through too much already) that Reborn starts to get suspicious that Something Is Up.

-Even so. The Dame-Tsuna insults and condescension persist, and Nana is bristly from it now (from being lied to in the face and expected not to notice) and Reborn still doesn’t notice and it is honestly getting on Rufus’s nerves.

-The day the Varia show up and he is told that Tsuna is to fight for the throne of Vongola, a pack of seeming 14 year olds against TRAINED ADULT ASSASSINS. Rufus decides enough is enough.

-On the day of the first fight, Rufus calmly and openly tells his Turks to “Take the Field”. The leader of the Varia, a man who’s Flames all but scream pain and betrayal and anguish (a familiar set of emotions, albeit not hidden and turned into poison, and it seems like Rufus is destined to be reminded of his first childhood at every turn doesn’t it) laughs at the “arrogance of the small trash”. Rufus just smiles, thin and polite and sweet.

-Martial Arts tears through Lussuria with a flurry of punches and kicks that send little shockwaves through the arena and the laughter slows.

-Knives (now named Haru) doesn’t even bat an eye at the lightning umbrellas and instead goes straight for the man’s sensitive bits with a lightning enhanced foot, then holds a knife to his sensitive parts and sweetly asks him to yield.

-By the time the Storm battle occurs and Rude has neatly burned off a good chunk of the Varia Storm’s hair with his bombs, the laughter has stopped and the staring has begun. Reborn and Iemitsu are deathly silent as they watch “Tsuna’s civilian friends” shred the Varia like paper, but really what did they expect to happen when they pitted the only group of unenhanced alive who could go toe to toe with SOLDIERs and win against some over-confident assassins?

-The Varia leader gets steadily more furious with each uninterrupted victory from the Turks, snarling and raging at his subordinates in a way that is most unbecoming. By the time it’s the turn of the Skies (and Nono is there to watch and such a PITY he didn’t get killed in the exploding mecha suit, truly), Rufus is still smiling thinly and Xanxus is fit to burst with fury.

-”What are you?” Xanxus roars not long into their fight, when Rufus calmly dodges every blast and seems to all but fade from the senses if they take their eyes off him for a mere moment, “You’re supposed to be a Sky! Stop fighting like a trash Mist!”

-Rufus stops, and pointedly does not look at Reborn or Iemitsu or Nono. He just grins, wild and bloody, “Alright.”

-He lets his Sky Flames out.

-The two so-called referees, Iemitsu’s pet Rain, and the Varia’s Lightning all drop to their knees from the pressure.

-Xanxus gapes.

-”Turns out,” Rufus hums calmly as he creates a shotgun out of Mist Flames and fires a round of pure Sky Flame at Xanxus’s chest (the man barely dodges with a stream of curses), “that nearly dying of a prolonged seizure and three heart attacks when you are just a toddler because of the Flame Seal that your dearest father and father’s boss tried to carve into your soul means your Dying Will is very, very strong. Who knew.”

-Xanxus actually lowers his pistols to stare at Rufus, “They. What.”

-Rufus politely refrains from shooting this man while his guard is down, because an enemy of Nono is a potential ally that shouldn’t be wasted, “You heard me. Ask mother dearest if you want. She was the one who ran to the hospital with my seizing body in her arms and spent the next seven hours outside the emergency room calling my father’s number with no response, unsure if I would live or die. But please, don’t let mere facts stop you from telling me how I’m trash who can’t light a candle with my Will. It certainly doesn’t stop my so-called Tutor.”

-Somewhere in the background, Reborn makes a strangled noise, and Rufus thinks that the Varia Sun is the one making the angry kettle noises all medics make when their medical sensibilities have been gutted and set on fire in front of them.

[kigozula]

A Sokkla Fic inspired by the Story of Jake Long & Rose from American Dragon. Sokka finds out who is Love really is and an adventure is beginning. Will Azula and Sokka be able to live their love?

Chapter 4

He held the drawing in his hand all night long. Tired eyes, exhausted body, and an aching heart.

The drawing was a small thank-you-gift from Azula. A drawing of two hands holding each other. Since he received the beautiful gift, he wondered if those hands are supposed to belong him and her. He never dared asking but wanted to believe it was.

While he was still laying in his bed, the door swung open on the ground floor.

“Good morning Katara!” Haru waved at her.

“Good morning Haru, good morning Toph, Sokka is still in bed. Come in.” she let the two guests into the house.

Sokka felt his friend’s footsteps reaching his door. They entered his room and saw exactly what they expected.

"Hey, Water boy," he heard Toph saying "get up now! We need to go to our booth."

No reaction.

"Ehm, Sokka?" asked a slightly worried Haru.

"She left me!" Sokka finally replied. A theatrical expression on his face. "She left me guys, she is gone!"

His friends pulled him out of his bed, while he was half crying. Haru tried to be more understanding, but Toph just pulled Sokka on his foot so that he would drop on the floor.

After dressing up, the three friends were on their way to the celebration grounds. Toph grabbed one muffin for herself, as did Haru.

"I hope you're not angry Sokka, but they look too delicious." said Haru. "Want some?"

"No, thanks." replied Sokka.

"Dude, it is not his place to allow us to eat muffins. We baked them remember?" interrupted Toph while taking a huge bite of the muffin.

Haru gave her a meaningful look. "Toph."

They prepared their booth, and some people were already reaching to buy some of the delicious muffins. Sokka watched couples walking around. With his hand on his cheeks, elbows resting on the table and thoughts only of Azula.

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In the Tea Shop, Lu Ten still tried to find out why the portal didn't work. It made no sense. They made everything according to the recipe.

He saw two empty bottles and started fearing the worst-case scenario. He took the bottles in his hands and his fear became reality now. They accidently mixed up the bottles. Haru and Toph used the blue fire lily serum, while he and Sokka took their vanilla serum.

"No, no." he muttered. "Please, no. This is not good. This is horrible!"

The muffins were poisoned. A blue fire lily can cause health problems when mixed with substances it shouldn't come in contact with.

He grabbed all the ingredients for a new portal again and made his way to Sokka.

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Sokka looked at a muffin standing in front of him. It wouldn't hurt to eat one right? He barely ate anything today.

With a still bored and depressed expression on his face, he took the muffin in his hand and was almost about to take a bite. But Lu Ten reached on time.

"Stop! Don't eat the muffin under any circumstances!"

With a shock, Sokka threw away the muffin.

"Why, what happens then?"

"I know what happened Sokka!" Lu Ten was already out of breath.

"The portal didn't work because we used the vanilla serum instead the blue fire lily. Meaning the blue fire lily is in the muffins. Everyone who eats it, is going to lose consciousness over time. Which can lead to..."

Sokka’s eyes grew big with worry.

"Please tell me you didn't sell any?"

Yet the fear in Sokka's eyes betrayed Lu Ten's hope.

"Haru and Toph ate one. And we already sold some to people Lu Ten."

"Where are they?"

They took a look around and saw some people already falling down. Some people were already lying on the floor.

"What can we do now Lu Ten? I mean, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have made the portal in the same room as Haru and Toph were making my muffins." Sokka paled as he saw them lying on the floor too. Guilt took over him.

"Sokka this is no one's fault. Stop blaming yourself now." Lu Ten reassured him.

"Listen pal, I will mix another elixir and then we will make a new portal. This time right. There is still a little bit left from the blue fire lily. You will have to fetch the milk of a pink goat." he explained.

"Pink goat?" Sokka was a little confused with everything happening.

"Yes, a pink goat's milk is the only way to kill the toxic substances of the blue fire lily in a human's body. The problem is that a pink goat is impossible to find. But with the portal you can." Lu Ten already mixed an elixir while explaining everything Sokka had to do in order to save everyone who ate a muffin.

Everything was ready. This time Lu Ten threw the elixir into air.

Sokka closed his eyes just like yesterday. Only to call another name.

"Pink Goat" he muttered and opened his eyes.

A portal showed up in front of him. The portal showed a pink goat. Just as he was about to run towards it, a second portal showed up. With a confused look, he waited for the second portal to show something.

And he saw her. She sat on a bed, a book in her hands. The second portal would lead him to Azula.

This got to be a joke.

He made some steps towards Azula's portal and his face expression softened when he saw her closer.

Behind him, Lu Ten put a hand on his shoulder.

"Your tongue said pink goat, but it seems like your heart says something else Sokka."

Sokka turned his head to Lu Ten. His eyes teared up a little.

"No matter what your choice is Sokka, never forget, that I will be always on your side!" he told his friend with a warm smile.

Sokka looked around. Some people were laying on the ground. He couldn't be selfish now. This was cruel. But how right was it to go where his heart wanted to and leave all the innocent people, especially his friends who helped him to die?

He shot on last look at Azula's portal. A tear dropped from his eye.

"I'm sorry Azula. I am so sorry."

With that, he turned around and ran to the first portal. Lu Ten looked at him sadly. Then he saw the second portal vanish. He would never give up. Even if it seemed impossible, he would help Sokka to find Azula no matter what.

The day was chaotic, but it ended it positively. Sokka took a bottle full of milk from a pink goat. Everyone gained consciousness again. No one was harmed.

Only Sokka’s soul kept aching.

He was standing alone on the balcony of the tea shop. Azula's drawing in his hand.

What did today mean? Why couldn't he go to her? Was it not meant to be?

"Are you okay Sokka?" Lu Ten came next to him, looking at the drawing as well.

Sokka let out a deep sigh.

"Maybe everyone is right. Maybe it's time to let go." he said and lay the drawing down.

Lu Ten gave him a compassionate smile and took the drawing in his own hand now. Sokka knew exactly that he won't be able to get over her. Why should he?

"Does your heart tell you the same?" he asked him.

"No. No, my heart always wants her." Sokka replied.

"Then don't give up, Sokka." Lu Ten gave him the drawing back into his hand. "Don't give up as long as your heart doesn't let you. Listen to it."

Sokka looked up to him. Lu Ten has always been like an older brother to him. He never missed his support. Especially with the Azula situation, Lu Ten seemed to be the only one understanding and supporting him.

Sokka looked at the drawing again, and then to the sky.

"I will find you Azula. Wait for me Love."

Wasn't hope always there?

Not so far away, there were many young people training in a huge arena. Warrior cries were let out while they were moving in sync.

One young woman stood out in particular. She was at the very front in the middle of the first row.

Her movements and her beautiful face were just admirable.

The outstanding pretty eyes and that smirk exuded pure confidence. Azula was one of the Huntsclan's finest students. But what did her future look like? What did the Huntsmaster plan for her?

[mizumelona]

set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

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Your date stepped into the restaurant with a smile. Glasses. Neat hair. Handsome enough to avoid any major roasts from your family. Perfect.

“Hi, it’s great to finally meet you! I’m y/n”, you tried to make your voice sound demure. Stay cool y/n. Stay cool. Don’t even think about what the lemon head jerk said.

“Hi. I’m Hanate. You look…great” Another snicker from the direction of the bar.

“Thanks for coming all the way here to meet me. So, let’s go sit over there”, You threw a warning look at Atsumu and guided Hanate towards a table as far away from the bar as possible, making sure Atsumu was out of his line of sight. Osamu soon followed, placing two glasses of water on the table.

He pulled out a little notepad. “What’ll you be havin’ today?”

Hanate looked at you. “What’s good at this place?”

“I love the minced tuna and spring onion rice ball.” You thought you saw Atsumu’s head perk up in your direction.

“Cool.” He turned to Osamu, I’ll get one of those too.”

“Two minced tuna and spring onion rice balls comin’ right up”, Osamu repeated the order and went back to the prep station. You turned to your date.

“So, how’s your day going?”

“I’m so glad it’s the weekend.”

“Yeah! Totally!”, you picked up your glass of water to take a sip.

“I’ll never understand those try hard workaholics. It’s like, who do they think they are acting all high and mighty”. Cough. Some water went down the wrong pipe. Okay, that was unexpected, but it’s fine he doesn’t have to know about your work habits right away. You could always warm him up to it later. First you’d get him to fall for you and everything could fall into place later.

“Uh…yeah…”, you tried your best to make your response sound enthusiastic.

“But it is nice to be making good money. You know, my uncle hooked me up with this sweet job. I barely do anything, and I’m still making stacks.”  He gave you little side eye that he probably thought made him look cool. It didn’t. “You never know, if things work between us maybe he can work something out for you too”

You started to scoff but remembered that you were supposed to be getting this guy to like you, so you played it off as clearing your throat.

“Well…I don’t know about that”, You tried changing the topic. “So, what kinds of things are you interested in?”

“Ah my hobbies are pretty spread out. I don’t like to spend too much time on one thing. I can’t be tied down y’know. What about you?”

“I’m pretty interested in technology, especially applications that make education more accessible”

“Oh have you heard of the app GO”

“Ah, yeah I actually know a lot about it-”

“Well, did you know that the app won at the design awards last year. The creators must’ve spent ages coming up with it”

“Actually, It was a fairly simple concept rooted in values of co-creation”

“Uh…I’m pretty sure it was a minimal design where people work together toward the final result.”

Your eyebrow twitched. Isn’t that exactly what you just said but using different words?

“Well”, You started with a sly smile. “I think I would know the app I designed”

That shut him up. Haha.

But the satisfying moment was quickly interrupted by some loud guffaws coming from the blondie at the bar. Somehow you knew it wasn’t because he stumbled upon a funny meme. Sure, it felt great to flex on your clueless date, but that was none of his business. You made a sly glance in Atsumu’s direction. He was looking directly at you with a shit eating grin.

“Uh…Well…”, Hanate still looked like he was struggling coming up something to say after your little roast. He frowned turning to look in Atsumu’s direction “Wow that guy is really loud. Wait is he looking this way-“

“Oh!”, you exclaimed.

Oh hell no. You were not about to let some rando dye job jerk get in the way of your plans to conquer romance. You needed him to shut up. Now. But you weren’t going to be able to do that while trying to look like a lady for you date. Quickly, you formulated a plan. You lifted your arm as if you were going to pick up your glass of water, but made a sweeping motion knocking your phone off Hanate’s side of the table. Bingo.

“Oh I’m so sorry about that. My hand slipped. Could you grab it for me?”

“Uh sure no problem”

The moment his head dipped below the table, you made eye contact with Atsumu and made a quick motion dragging your thumb across your neck. Keep that up and you’re dead. He smirked and shrugged. Like I care. Bastard.

“Two minced tuna and spring onion rice balls”, Osamu was back at the table with your onigiri. Steam was billowing off the rice and the smell of the tuna wafted in the air.

“Wow it looks great! Thank you!”

The rice balls were delicious as always, but once you two started eating the conversation died. No matter what you asked Hanate’s responses were short. “Do you like the food?”, “Yeah…”, “Did you see that new movie?”, “Yeah…”. You took another bite resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Did getting roasted hurt his ego that much?

Once you finished eating you two split the bill and prepared to go your separate ways.

You turned to Hanate. “Well, I’m going to run to the bathroom before I head out, but today was nice.” It actually sucked but in case a second date was still an option you kept the thought to yourself. Even if this guy was clueless you could always dump him after you brought him to a family brunch.

“Yeah…”

~

Atsumu took another satisfying bite out of his onigiri. He’d been having a pretty shitty day, but watching y/n’s date crash and burn was the best thing he’d seen all week. Atsumu had no respect for useless, clueless people, so watching y/n roast this guy had been fucking hilarious. He did wonder why it seemed like she was trying to make this guy like her when she obviously didn’t like him. She was definitely out of this lame guy’s league, not that it was any of his business.

Atsumu watched as the guy in question picked up his phone, taking a call.

“Yeah…the date finished…yeah…not gonna lie though, she was kind of a stuck up bitch”

Atsumu scoffed and turned to tell the guy off, but before he could say anything the bathroom door swung open.

“At least I’m not a lazy asshole”, Y/n stepped out, looked at her date, and rolled her eyes. She flipped the guy off and walked right out the door.

Atsumu burst out laughing as the door slammed shut.

“She beat ya to it ‘Tsumu”, Osamu piped in from the cashier.

“Shut up ‘Samu”

~

Ugh what a waste of time. You were currently trying to forget about the stupid date by having a self care night. The candles were lit. Face mask was on. Wine glass was filled. You were about to turn on that new rom com movie that came out when your phone buzzed.

Mom:

I heard from Haru. You called him an asshole?? Y/n I can’t believe this

Lovely Daughter:

he called me a bitch first

Mom:

Okay fine we’ll just think of it as a test run but please try and be on your best behavior next week.

Lovely Daughter:

Next week?

Mom:

I ran into Rika at the farmers market and she told me her son is single. I already sent him the address to Onigiri Miya. You’ll meet him there next Sunday at 11.

Lovely Daughter:

!!!

You put your phone down. That was faster than you’d expected, but actually this worked in your favor. So the first date didn’t go so well, but that’s okay. This guy had just been especially bad, not to mention the banana head jerk who kept interfering. You sipped your drink with a sly smile. Next week you’d conquer romance for sure.