#whenever there were no blue orbs i'd pull for her

[skully-bones]

actually oof now that brings up the question of if i should just summon full circles if i wanna spark a dimitri....

[zodiyack]

Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

Taglist: @urie-bowie-mercury, @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @dpaccione

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

[shadyteacup]

A Dazai fluff to make up for the angst♡

Sneaking off

"Where the hell are you?!"

You winced at the sharp pain in your ear at the sudden outburst, and pushed the phone away from your poor ear.

"It's been two hours, and there's no sign of you! Everyone's panicking and rushing about!!"

You grimaced at the high pitched voice,  waiting patiently for it to calm down.

"Y/N?? Are you even fucking listening to me?"

Hoping for her to have finally calmed down enough to let you talk, you brought the phone back to your ear.

"Naomi chan, it's not a big deal-"

"Don't you dare 'Naomi chan' me!!"

Sighing, you rubbed your temple with your free hand, and put your phone on speaker.

"Here's your order, ma'am. "

A calm voice said to you, handing you your ice cream.

"Thank you."

You took a bite of your favorite dessert, humming in satisfaction.

"Ice cream really does the job of calming my nerves...", you wondered aloud.

A gasp could be heard on the other end.

"ARE YOU HAVING ICE CREAM?! I CANT-"

The phone was suddenly snatched away from Naomi, much to her dismay, and a much gentler voice spoke through the phone.

"Y/N, darling, you do realize that you have to be here, right?"

You mentally swooned over Yosano's smooth voice.

"Yeah, I do."

"A wedding is incomplete without the bride, sweetheart. You, being the bride, need to be here."

You could hear the amused smirk plastered on her face, through the speakers.

"Mhm..."

You responded, as you were busy stuffing your face with the ice cream.

"Unless, ofcourse, you don't want to marry him. I'll be happy to help you out by swapping places with Dazai. I'd make a much more attractive groom."

Your cheeks flushed red as she said this, and you gulped thickly.

"You'd look much better in my arms anyways."

Yosano continued, making your face turn a deeper shade of red.

"I'd love to hold you in my gloved palms, and gently grasp your tiny waist as we sway to the melody of post wedding celebrations. I'd pull you closer, and whisper in your ear, sweet-"

"Alright, that's enough Yosano san, thank you."

A stern Dazai growled as he grabbed the phone from your hand. He looked very irritated and angry, but very handsome nonetheless. White suited him. It complemented his dark, earthy locks, and made his chocolate orbs stand out. He looked like a true masterpiece as he glared at the phone in his right hand, and clutched onto his cone in the other. If he applied a little more pressure, the cone would cave in on itself. That's so hot, you thought to yourself, as you gawked at your to-be husband. His hair was tucked behind one of his ears, and his sharp jawline was out for everyone to ogle at. That razor jawline could cut you if you weren't careful enough.

Yes, Yosano could have you any day. But Dazai could wife you. You wondered why he got so angry whenever Yosano flirted with you. Did he not understand just how head-over-heels you were for him?

Dazai was not just a handsome man. He was beautiful. He was scary, elegant, manly, dangerous and pretty. All at the same time. His smirk could express so many emotions. It could melt you with its seductive tilt, or make you shake in your boots at the dark intentions it carried. It was soft and sweet, like melted butter on a sunny day; and hard and cold, like a gun pressed against your temple on a chilly night. He was so much and yet so little. He was so dangerous, and yet, he merely loved you. His expressions never darkened towards you. They always held love and care for you. But turned mafia dark whenever someone tried to harm you.

God, you loved him.

"Dazai? So that's where you are!"

Yosano's sweet laughter brought you out of your internal monolog.

"The bride and the groom sneak off to have some ice-cream... how romantic !"

She giggled.

"We'll see you there in a while, Yosano San. Goodbye."

Dazai cut the call and huffed in frustration.

"I can't believe her.", he mumbled.

You giggled at his antics.

"Who tries to steal the bride on her wedding day?!"

Your giggles turned into small laughs as you watched Dazai cross his arms like a child.

"Aww, is my baby jealous??", you cooed.

He merely pouted in response, not bothering to deny it.

"Hey, baby, you know I love you, right?"

You said, leaning forward to grasp on to his dark blue tie. You tugged him forward by the expensive garment, and caught his lips in your own. Dazai immediately melted into your touch, and gave into your kiss. He didn't mind you as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, nor did he fight you. He simply let you dominate him.

A few moments later, you both pulled back, panting.

"That was...", you began.

"Sexy", Dazai said, grinning at you.

"God, you're so sexy when you're in control.", he exclaimed, making you blush.

"Sh-shut up, you pervert...", you said, averting your gaze from his piercing brown eyes.

You inhaled the rest of the ice cream, and watched Dazai as he made a show of licking unnecessarily long stripes of the dessert, making you imagine unholy things.

When he was done tormenting you, he licked his fingers, once again, taking your imagination on a field trip.

"Come on, love, let's get going."

He said suddenly, extending his arm towards you.

You grasped onto his strong hand, and swooned as he effortlessly pulled you up from your seat, and embraced you in his arms.

"Let's go get married!"

You said, pecking his nose and fixing his tie and stark white suit.

Today, you would get married to the man of your dreams. And tonight, he would get to utterly destroy the woman he loved.

Unedited... but I hope u liked it!

[dishonestkilla]

Hate Me

This is a very short headcanon I thought of while listening to the song below.

TW: Angst, language, NSFW, 18+ content, mentions of violence, smut, toxic relationship, nasty smut it's nasty so read at ur ownnnnnnnn risk

Pairing: Drug Dealer!ReaderAU × Dabi

words: 3k

There was a thick silence in the dark alley where they stood. The only sound being the sound of tobacco burning on the other side of the cancer stick that was placed between her plush lips, the smoke she inhaled being freed the moment she breathed out, letting the toxins out towards his furious face.

Teal eyes burnt through her soul, shooting daggers at her. If a gaze could kill, she would've been long dead.

"So, that is all you are? A petty criminal?" The question was more rhetorical than something that actually needed to be asked. Dabi never knew what she actually did, hell, he now wanted to know if he ever actually was aware of who she was..But now, all that he could feel was a slice of anger blinding his sight.

"Yeah," She shrugged, still unfazed by his shaking figure and in one second, she could've sworn that a blue flame sparked on the surface of his scarred face but being the stubborn woman, the warning sign of his rage was ignored.

To her, his wrath was not justified nor was it plausible. This was her life, it had always been. Just because she let him spend a night here and there, caressed the side of his rough face, kissed his lips tenderly and loved him dearly, holding him close whenever she felt like breaking, it didn't mean that he could interfere in her business life.

"You have been lying to me all this time? Staged working at Kurogiri's bar for what? To get your hands on some filthy money?? Is that it? Money? Is that all you care for? Don't you think that our world has enough problems, wouldn't you like to be part of something that is actually worth a thing?" Dabi's voice raised slightly at the end, his hands flying up in dissatisfaction as he eyed her, but the sight he saw was anything but pleasant.

Her face had been contorted into a crooked smile, head tilted go the side just a little, orbs darker than usual. That grimace made him so mad, he could've sworn a vein in his neck popped from how tense he had become.

"Listen to yourself, acting all big and tough. Fucking hell," Y/N blurted, a big puff of smoke leaving her throat as she laughed out, "So what if I am not the Messiah. So what if I am not like you, a saint, a chosen one. I have been doing this ever since I left home, if you don't like it, you don't have to be going out with me." She continued, face turning serious, her orbs now igniting a new flame in themselves.

"You don't have to love me, if you don't want to accept me," her voice was barely audible when she said that but knowing Dabi, Y/N was sure he heard her.

"Why don't you let me help you then? Because I do love you, fuck, I love you so much, isn't it proof enough that I'd put myself as a villain at risk to be exposed to some junkie that would die to sell me to the police? Just to be able to he-" before the real eyed male could continue, he was interrupted, Y/N now also tensed up, lips quivering, she was mad and it was evident.

"I don't need your damn help, you bastard!" And in the next second, her hand had made contact with the surface of his face, leaving a red print behind.

"I owe you nothing and don't want to either," she hissed, jaw clenching, hands balled into fists as her gaze was now hunting him down.

"Owe me? Who in the fuck told you that in a relationship people owe each other things?!"

"Who in the fuck dated you, so that you know now?!" Her words weren't little knives into his hearts, no, it was like her ever so soft hands wrapped around the organ itself, crushing it inside of his chest. Just like that.

"You don't mean that," He whispered, now suddenly vulnerable, hurt and saddened.

"Yes, I do. I do, because you always claim to know everything, mess up my business, try to tell me what the fuck to do, and then dare to teach me on relationships. Reality check, Dabi. You're a villain, a burnt, brutal, scary villain. Nothing more." She yelled at this point. Tears welling up in her eyes, entire body shaking in frustration as her voice made it's way to the ears of the black haired man.

His lips were shaking, and now it wasn't only anger and sadness inside of his guts, it was something much worse.

Dabi wanted to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze. Hard.

But no, not like one of the times where he had her against the wall, hips plowing into hers, one nipple between his fingers as she moaned loudly at his ministrations, head against the concrete. Not like those times where he let out his steam on her, ravaging her body, leaving purple marks on her satin alike skin that he had adorned with love bites moments before.

It wasn't one of the many moments in which she submitted to him with a mewl because of how roughly his digits burned her as a sign of affection alongside of his length caressing her velvety walls, bruising thrusts being the source for the nasty clapping and squelching noises that filled the room of the empty bathroom stall in some random club.

This was different, he wanted to cut her oxygen supply for good, watch as her face started to grimace, eyes rolling back as he took her life ever so slowly before burning her perfect body in his flames, feeling her warmth one last time before extinguishing her.

Without even noticing, he had moved forward, trapping her between the brick barricade behind her, caging her between his arms while holding her down with his own weight.

The way she looked at him caused a low growl to erupt his chest, a rush of heat running down his spine as he watched her with intent eyes.

Now, it was his turn to smirk twistedly at Y/N as the girl gulped. It wasn't like she was weak, the opposite, her quirk was one to be feared at least to say, after all, she could manipulate other people's nerves to bend at her own will, if she wanted to, she could cause him severe pain, but instead of that, she let him pin her down with his eyes. Despite of being powerful, she was fairly aware of Dabi's high pain tolerance as well as his immense strength. Y/N wasn't stupid enough to try and fight the male when she was intoxicated at that.

"Let me show you what you do to me.."

Before she could even protest, his lips had been attached to her sweet spot right below her right ear, a meal leaving her plump lips, melting at his touch and the way his calloused hands traveled the surface of her body. Arms now around his neck as she pulled him impossibly closer, causing Dabi to snicker against her throat while leaving wet kisses on her neck, marking her in his wake.

"Look at you, already a whimpering mess and I haven't even started yet," he rasped, now standing up straight again to meet her desperate gaze.

"Shut up," the girl retorted with sass, now it was her turn to tease him.

Lips colliding with his own, the taste of nicotine and whiskey flooding her senses, everything a blur and the reason on why they had started to banter long forgotten, the only thing mattering being their lust and desire for one another.

While his fingers tugged at the strands of her locks, her own had started to fumble with his belt, haphazardly ripping away the leather piece before she slid down the wall to kneel in front of his growing erection.

The heels of her shoes now meeting the wall as he had granted little space so she could do whatever she wanted to.

Soft pecks placing themselves against his restrained bulge before his hands wrapped themselves around her hair, making her look up at his gaze, "Get to it," he ordered and Y/N didn't have to be told twice before pulling his pants and boxers down to below his thighs, just enough to grant access to the angry tip of his cock, precum already leaking down the slit.

Experimentally she licked a stripe from his base to the tip, tasting his slightly pineapple flavoured release.

Yes, pineapple. She had forced him to eat the fruit regularly, if he wanted her lips around his length and his shaft down her throat.

One hand wrapped around him, thumb and index finger not able to touch, she started to jerk off the tall individual in front of herself, eyes focused on his leaking tip, paying attention to the area with kitten licks.

"Did you forget how to suck dick? Do I have to remind you?" He snapped at her, a sneaky smirk on his face.

Not wanting to play his petty game, the female let her head down till her nose met with his pubic bone, irises blown wide with lust at the sight of him groaning, his head lulled back at the immense pressure of feeling the walls of her throat inviting him.

Repeating the action a few times she then proceeded to suck down his erection with quick yet impactful bobbing motions, cheeks hollowing around him, practically milking him for whatever he was about to give her.

The two were fighting, they hated each other at times and probably had been at the verge of killing the other more than just once, however, they also knew each other more than anyone else did and not only physically but also emotionally. Now, the knowledge of one another's body and sweet spots were the advantage of their frankly scandalous little escapade in some dark alleyway where she had been dealing some of her 'happy pills' and 'devil's lettuce' the latter being what she was high on herself. The only difference being the passion and burning desire that fueled her intoxicated mind to wander even more. 'Test the waters and play with fire', as she liked to say.

One of his scarred hands darted out into her hair, nimble fingers digging in as he took a fist of her locks into his palm, pulling her head down his entire shaft, the intrusion causing a soft gag to escape her throat, eyes shooting up to meet his mischievous gaze upon her, the sight of his lazy smirk yet fiery orbs sending a jolt straight to her core.

He had regained control of what was going down, his hips now ramming into her mouth as if it was a fleshlight for him to abuse. The mere sight of how her pretty lips wrapped around his tip just to be parted more whilst he forced her down onto his length, the way she salivated all over him, drool now dribbling down onto her exposed cleavage that was peeking up from underneath the flimsy top she wore, her eyes slowly watering as she laid her hands on either side of his thick thighs. It was mesmerizing, if he could he would take a picture of it.

Finally satisfied with one last thrust into her sloppy cavern, the male didn't wait any longer before pulling her up to her wobbly legs, turning her around, he pushed her face into the wall behind herself, moving behind her as his lips latched onto her neck again, leaving bite marks here and there while his hands made quick work of her leather pants, pulling them down her thighs hastily, groaning at the sight of her lacy panties, "Seems like you've expected this, yeah? Getting fucked by no other than your man in a nasty alleyway." Making her sneer at him, she was quick to reply to his comment, "My man? Darling, you're not even a man in the first place!" That was it.

That was what caused his next moves to be crude and rougher than usual.

Pinning her arms behind her back as he bent her over against the wall, hips plowing into her, intruding her insides to spread for him, grunting as her wet, spongy walls clenched around him.

Without further do, he started to slam into her with slow, yet deep thrusts, the force of each thrust causing her entire body to jolt forward, pushing her against the wall even more.

His moves never faltered as he pulled out of her so merely his tip was coated in her juices, forcing his entire dick into her repeatedly before he set a steady pace of in and out.

Dabi was taking his time judging on how he dragged out the moment by changing between steady thrusts and reckless ramming.

One hand that supported her hips whilst she moaned and mewled at her insides being rearranged by him over and over, lifted, igniting a fire for a second before raining down onto each ass cheek of the girl in front of himself, leaving red hand prints that would stay for quite some time, marking her squeal at the force, the rough treatment being painful yet so pleasant that she couldn't help but moan out incoherent words as his hips sped up to an erratic pace, knocking the air out of her lungs.

"Yeah? What was that? Who isn't your man, huh? Say that again, I want to hear you say it." The way his voice seemed so unfazed caused her to roll back her hips like some sex-crazed animal, whimpering at the lack of treatment when he suddenly pulled out just to forcefully pull her flush against himself.

However, Y/N wasn't that fragile, with that being said, a smirk crept onto the female's flushed face, "Not you-" Her answer caused a low growl emit from the male, as he pulled her back by her hair, now back arched even more as he groaned against her ear, voice raspy, the hand that held her wrists wrapping around her throat, cutting the air supply of the girl, hips assaulting her again, the sound of skin slapping filling the quiet alley.

As her walls clenched yet again caused by him abusing her cunt for more than half an hour without letting her release, each time pulling out just to make sure she'd get the message of who was in charge. At this point she was shaking, her jaw slack while tears ran down her cheeks, staining her face.

"Come on, baby, tell everyone here who your man is and I will fuck you until you cum all over my cock, little slut," He could swear that he felt her grow even tighter around his length as he degraded her yet again.

"D-D-Dabi.." her voice was a mere whisper and not enough for the hot headed man, shaking his head as his hips came to a halt again. Denying her release all over.

"What, princess, I couldn't hear you and I bet no one else could either. Use your pretty brain if you want to cum."

Those words finally pulled her trigger as she started to beg the wanted villain, "H-hah~ Please, Dabi, I am yours, all yours and - you're my m-man, please make me cum.." She pleaded, voice desperate and in a hoarse tone.

Pleased with her begging, the black haired criminal picked up his recklessly rough pace again, one hand creeping to her front as he started to rub her clit in circles, and all of that combined to the low growl and grunts coming from him while biting her neck was enough to make white flash in her vision, body trembling as her release gushed out of her abused hole, screaming out his name.

Vigorously shaking in his arms as he worked her furthermore until he released his seed into her, painting her walls white whilst she milked him.

"I've got you, I've got you." The man cooed, caressing her body as he slowly let her calm down before pulling out of her, helping her redress as he pulled his pants up himself, watching her lean against the wall, hair tousled and mascara running down her eyes as he held out a hand, wiping away the black streaks lovingly, her head automatically leaning into his touch.

"I hate everything about you," she mumbled, making him chuckle, cocking an eyebrow at her as he watched her put a blunt between those lips of hers, lighting up the piece before inhaling the toxins inside of it, eyes rolling to the back of her head in comfort.

Moving forward he took the piece from her, he grabbed her jaw after she took another big hit, kissing her softly, tongues and smoke mixing together before he took her hand and lead her to his nearby apartment, with her just strolling after him like a lost puppy just to be cuddled up on his chest moments later upon her arrival in his shabby little space, arms around him while smoking yet another blunt.

Looking up at his turquoise eyes that held so many unreadable emotions, she let out a huff, pouting at him before laying her cheek flat against the surface of his sternum again.

"I didn't mean that," She slowly admitted, looking up to see him smirk a little, man if she could've just punched him. Well, she could..But shouldn't..Unless..

"I know that you were just Dic-"

"Don't say it, I swear to god, do not say it!"

"Dickrived,"

"Ugh! you're such a dork."

Both laughed at the silly comment Dabi made proudly, his entire chest puffing up before he embraced her with his arms, "Am I really such a monster?" He suddenly asked before she unexpectedly kissed his lips with passion, in an attempt to quiet him down.

"Shush, no you aren't. And even if you were.. You are my monster." Those were the last few words he heard before they both drifted off to sleep, never knowing what would expect them next.

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A/N: This took longer than I thought, phew. Hope y'all thirsty ones liked it hehe.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Chapter I: A Bright Opportunity

Clad in robes of deep red and gold, she waited in the shadow of the hidden door, peering through the crack of it being ajar, the hidden stone tunnel stretching out behind her. Her slim body was leaned back against the cold wall as she waited for her contact's company to leave the room. Once alone, she stepped silently out of the shadows and into the warm golden light that poured in through the polished windows, kissing the skin of the woman's face as soon as she pushed her hood down from her head and onto her shoulders.

"Your majesty." She addressed formally, kneeling down as she bowed her head towards the floor and placed a hand over her heart.

"Winifred, I take that your presence before me means you have something of importance?" The red-haired queen of England queried, waving off the alerted guards to lower their weapons before gesturing for the other woman to stand.

"Of course." Spoke the assassin, rising from her bow to pluck a letter from her pocket, the red wax seal already broken, she handed it over to her queen, "A plot by the Vatican - and I'm afraid that your cousin Mary may be involved too, Elizabeth."

"Thank you." The queen spoke, sucking down a breath as she thought of the gravity of the situation - yet another burden for the queen's already heavy shoulders, "Though, this only means more work for you, I need you to uncover if Mary truly is involved, I want to know exactly what powers are conspiring against me and my throne."

"I'll get right to it, your majesty."

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(Y/n) opened her (e/c) orbs, her vision fuzzy from sleep. An irritated groan was pulled from her lips when she reached for her phone, her alarm blaring in her tired ears. It was six in the morning and her usual time to get up for school.

Her dream was quickly fading from her memory, all she could remember was seeing Queen Elizabeth I of England and an old-fashioned letter with a seal. "Proof that I'm passing history, I suppose." She grumbled to herself as she unlocked her phone to check all her social medias before she exited her plush bed. It was full of white fluffy blankets and pillows and shielded her body from the cold air that nipped at anything outside of her blankets. Her light grey walls stood tall around her in her rather plainly decorated bedroom - there wasn't much aside from her wardrobe and organised desk.

She quickly finished up checking all her messages before jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom to relieve herself, wash her face and to brush her teeth, shivering gently at the cold temperature, all too eager to get back to her room where she could wrap herself in a blanket as she readied herself.

Upon returning to her room, she began dressing for the day of school that lie ahead, sitting on the floor in front of her full-length mirror to style her (h/l) (h/c) hair and do her usual makeup. As she went through her morning routine, she danced around a little to the music that was playing from her phone - mostly her favourite songs by Lana Del Rey with some Billie Eilish and some classics thrown into the playlist.

Once she was done, she headed downstairs to make herself a coffee to drink while she sat at the dining table doing any homework that was due in that week.

She was the only person in the house. The solitude never bothered her ever since she was young - her parents worked a lot and she never had much of a close relationship to them anyway. In fact, relationships weren't something she was accustomed to anyway - her parents' work meant that they moved house a lot so she never really managed to make friends or stay in touch with them either. But, she was perfectly content with her studies and happily sitting at the top of her classes.

She was one of those people that could never get enough - no matter what she did, there had to be more to get done. For every lesson, there would be another three to learn to push herself further. 'Why settle for less when you can be the best?' she would often say to herself whenever she took a little break from studying to browse the internet on her phone.

Once it was time to leave the house, she was pulling on a coat and slinging her bag over her shoulder, drinking down the last of her slowly cooling coffee.

Her walk was just like any other usual day, taking the paths beside the main road while her music accompanied her through the cold early-spring morning. She let out a sigh while her playlist shuffled in her headphones, blasting loudly in her ears. She passed familiar paths and roads, stopping at the same traffic lights. (Y/n) had the option to be driven to school by the family driver but she preferred the twenty minutes of morning air considering she didn't leave the house often enough.

When she arrived in school, she made her way towards the library where she pulled a notebook and textbook out of her bag, going over chemistry topics regarding balancing equations and relative atomic mass. Her music played softly in her ears now, music without vocals that would distract her if present in the song. This was how her day went: get to school and study, attend classes to study, sit studying at break, attend more classes to study, have a small break for a light snack and drink at lunch before studying then attend her final lesson to study. Once she got home, she'd sleep for a while then listen to music/ paint/ read a book before studying until dinner; after dinner, she'd have a bath and take some time to look after herself before going to bed.

(Y/n) could admit that a change in routine was all she longed for but she didn't know anything else. She had no friends to go out with and didn't really have anything interesting going on at all aside from family events. She wanted a change desperately but had no clue where to start - whenever she tried to mix things up, she'd always fall back into the same routine out of habit. When the bell went off, she packed her notebooks neatly away into her navy blue bag and tucked her phone into her pocket.

The approach of yet another repetitive day.

She sat through her first three lessons, her work at top standard and focus sharp as she pressed herself in her studies more and more. Her attention was following the video on the board that was explaining the use of tangent with angles of elevation and depression, noting down little features to keep in mind (all of which she already knew but noted it down nonetheless to show classwork) when a male teacher, who was escorting a female visitor, entered the classroom, making his way across the room to the teacher's desk. The (e/c)-eyed female had seen the grey-haired teacher around the school before and was rather sure he was one of the receptionists. She watched the hushed conversation quickly occur between the receptionist and maths teacher before the man straightened his back.

"(Y/n) Glacier, could you come with me please?" He spoke up, the student opened her mouth slightly, wondering why she had to be taken out of class.

"Do I need my bag?" She quizzed, reaching for the strap of the navy bag that rested by her feet.

"Yes, please," He spoke as he made his way back outside. (Y/n) quickly gathered her things and made her way outside, closing the door quietly behind her. Her (e/c) gaze managed to get a better look at the visitor. She was a woman in her late middle-ages with fair light brown hair and turquoise eyes. She wore a purple blazer and skirt with a white blouse and black heels.

"I'm not in trouble am I?" The student quizzed, she had no idea why she had been taken out and was beginning to grow worried that she might have done something; though, there was nothing that she was able to think of.

"On the contrary, dearie." The visitor spoke up as they walked towards a classroom, that was bare aside from the school's headmaster, where the three of them took a seat. The school's headmaster was a woman nearing being elderly with jet black hair that presented a few grey streaks. On her nose were thick-rimmed glasses and she wore a deep red blazer with a white blouse and a flowing black skirt that reached her ankles. She was a good headmaster and had been running the school for the good part of three decades from what (Y/n) had heard.

"Miss (L/n), this is Miss Pearl Attaway." The headmaster spoke, "She's a member of staff at Vermere Lake Grammar School and she's representing the board there that are searching for students to join seeing as it's a new establishment."

"Ok. . ." (Y/n) began slowly, "I suppose, to begin with, I'd like to ask: why me?" She began picking at a thread on her skirt under the table, finding herself to be rather nervous.

"Your grades are outstanding, (Y/n)." Pearl Attaway began, "We're looking for students with gifted minds like yours, you'd be a wonderful asset to the school."

"Where is this school?" The (s/t)-skinned student quizzed, wanting to know everything about it before she began to make up her mind on attending.

"The French countryside." The visitor replied. (Y/n) opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, "I know what you're thinking and I'm sure that the proposal of a boarding school comes as quite a shock but your parents have been spoken to and they both are in favour of you going and have left the final decision up to you." (Y/n) stopped to think. This choice was going to be far more difficult and impactful than she originally thought.

"I think that I'm going to need more time to make up my mind on this. . . I mean: France? A boarding school? I've never done anything like that before, I've never stayed away from my house unless I'm with family. . ." She looked down at her lap. This could be her chance to really advance in her studies! And the fact that they had sought her out specifically too! Would she be around more like-minded people?

"It's perfectly understandable if you want some time to think this over but I'm afraid that I'll be needing an answer before the end of the month," Pearl replied. That gave (Y/n) three weeks to make her big decision. The (h/c)-haired student turned to her headmaster.

"I know it's a lot to ask for but could I go home? I want to be somewhere where I can have some clear-headedness to think about this and I'd like to talk to my parents too. It's understandable for you to say no." She requested. The older woman tossed the idea around in her head for a moment.

"I'll have to contact your parents but I'm sure they'll allow you to return home." She smiled as she stood up, everyone else in the room following suit. The receptionist began leading Pearl away. However, the woman in purple paused on the threshold of the door.

"We hope that you'll choose to join us, (Y/n)." And with that said, she was around the corner and out of sight.

"If I may add my thoughts on this," The headmaster spoke up as she began leading (y/n) to her office in order to make a phone call to the student's parents, "I believe this is an excellent opportunity for you, I've seen your grades and your class books and I believe that this school cannot provide the facilities and teachings that you need to further your education. This would be perfect for you."

"I know. . ." (Y/n) began thoughtfully, "It's just the boarding school part that's making me hesitate. I've never been away from my family before." It was true that she was used to solitude but she was used to that in her own household, not in the countryside of another country surrounded by other people her age. She was certainly stuck on the fence. . .

The call was made and she was sent home, hence why she was laying on her bed of lightly coloured pillows and blankets, staring up at her white ceiling.

"This could be the change you want - no! - need! This could be your way to get a change in routine and press yourself to be the best! But it's so far away. . . And? You're not close to your family anyway, it's not like you can't call them for comfort if need be. You're not exactly leaving any friends behind either. . . What if you can make some friends there? If they're looking for people like you perhaps you can get on well with them. This could be the best decision of your life! Or the worst. . . Come on, you get to go to another country and attend an outstanding school! Don't let sentiment hold you back! It's a boarding school, I'm sure you can bring whatever you want to make yourself feel at home. Tell you what: let's do it! Let's go to this school! What have I got to lose? The worst thing that could happen is getting homesick." And so, she reached across the bed for her phone to contact her father who would tell Pearl Attaway that (Y/n) would be attending Vermere Lake.

For the first time in her life, the change she longed for was finally within reach.

[writingknb]

Hello :) I'd like to request Kuroko, GOM and Kagami with a sassy tsundere s/o who is also a physically strong fighter but is a very kind-hearted and caring person deep down inside? The plot is up to you, there's quite a lot of characters so take your time~ Thank you!

Here you go! ♡＾▽＾♡

Thank you for requesting! 💋 

♥︎ AKASHI:

“How was your day, (Name)?” Akashi asked, intertwining his hand with hers, making her blush and look away.

“I-It was fine.. Just.. thank you for tutoring me last night about that lesson I didn’t get.” she said lowly, trying to cover her blush with her hair.

Akashi smiled. “See? I told you it was easy.”

She rolled her eyes as they stepped out of the campus. “But it wasn’t easy.”

As they started to walk, she grew more attentive to her surroundings as Akashi was quiet. When they turned to a corner, they saw a little girl crying by a store.

She lets go of Akashi’s hand and made her way over to the child. “Hey, are you okay?”

The girl looked up from her hands and looked up at the lady that helped her. “I don’t know where mother is. There were so many people!”

(Name) sighed and gently pulled up the little girl. “Nobody came to help you?” she pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and started dusting the girl’s skirt.

The little girl shook her head, her gaze dropping down to Akashi.

“Stop crying..” (Name) said softly. “We’ll find your mother, alright? I’m not going to leave you unless we do.”

This was totally a new side he hasn’t seen of her yet. That she had a soft spot for children. She turned to Akashi, holding the little girl’s hand.

“Seijuro.” she started, placing a hand on top of the girl’s head. “You can go home first. I need to get her back to her mother.“

Akashi sighed but smiled, walking over and held the little girl’s hand, turning to his girlfriend. “No. How about let’s find her mother together instead?”

♥︎ KISE:

“It’s Kise-kun!” one girl from the side yelled. In no time, girls were swarming her boyfriend, and she mentally cursed.

Why did she expect everything would go smooth anyways? All she wanted was to have some alone time with her boyfriend without girls crowding him, which was impossible.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she gripped her bag’s handle tighter and started walking towards the crowd. She hated it knowing there were so many that had their eyes on Kise, but she wasn’t really that upset.

She didn’t like to hold grudges on people. And she was proud that Kise got this popular. Not that she would ever admit it out loud.

Kise stood on his tiptoes and scanned the crowd to look for a familiar (hair colour) head.

Even though (Name) had her head lowered, Kise managed to catch sight of her and waved his hand. The girls turned their heads.

“Oh.. her.” one of them sneered. “God, I keep forgetting she exists. Why did Kise-kun date her again?”

“They’ve been dating for years.” another stated. “But I’ve stuck with Kise-kun longer. Does she really deserve him?”

“But she’s so pretty!”

There were so many mixed comments, she couldn’t even make out everything. Most of them were probably hate comments.

The crowd parted a pathway. Feeling the eyes of all the girls on her, she bit her lip and looked up once her eyes landed on a pair of designer shoes.

“(Name)cchi, are you okay?” the model asked, placing a finger under her chin to make her look at him.

And there he was again with his charm. Something even she couldn’t even resist.

“I’m fine.” Kise lend out his hand and took her bag from her shoulder.

“You don’t seem alright.”

“I’m fine!” (Name) grumbled, stomping her foot and walking past him, earning glares from his fans, but she didn’t care.

“(Name)cchi..” Kise frowned, catching up with his girlfriend. He gently grabbed her wrist so she could face him.

“Ryouta.” she started. “Am I enough for you?”

Kise’s golden orbs widened at her question. She was always that type of person to not be so emotional nor open. To hear that coming for her..

“What are you talking about?” his voice faltered as he inched closer.

“Your fans seem to know what’s better for you.” she turned her head and moistened her lips, glaring at him.

Kise’s eyes widened again, but in realisation. He sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“(Name)…” he started. Her heart skipped a beat on the fact that he didn’t add his honorifics. He raised a hand to caress her cheek. “Are these the thoughts that cross your mind whenever you see me?”

He moved his head closer, so close that she could smell his minty breath. He closed his eyes. “Do you not think of.. how much I love you, what I would do for you..”

She was so vulnerable in the spot and Kise knew it. Unlike him, she wasn’t a big fan of PDA. The blonde took his opportunity and leaned in.

Hesitantly, she kissed back. Though Kise didn’t mind PDA, they don’t kiss much. He shifted his head and kissed more passionately.

Running her fingers through his hair, she pulled away, panting.

“Tell me.. how much do you love me, (Name)cchi?” he murmured, his forehead touching hers.

“You idiot.. you know I’m not good at this.” she smiled irresistibly. “I love you.. so, so much, you baka.”

♥︎ MIDORIMA:

“Hello? (Name)-chan?” Takao’s voice blared in her ears. She raised her phone up to her ears as she ate her bread.

She smiled and let out a sigh of relaxation. Finally! A relaxing start of a summer. “Look, I know you wouldn’t believe this, but..”

She nodded, swallowing her food and drinking her water. “But.. Shin-chan’s sick and he needs someone to take care of him.”

She almost chocked on her water on hearing what Takao said. Midorima? Sick? Those two words never got along. How was that even possible?

Her hand shaking, she placed it on the table. “Does it really have to be me? Where are you when you need him?”

Takao laughed. “In a festival. Ha! Bye.” he hung up.

Well, she doesn’t really have much of a choice now, does she?

Whenever it was just the two of them it was really awkward. Both of them were hopeless romantics and tsunderes.

On second thought, whenever she was sick, Midorima did take care of her. I guess it was fair to return the favor. And what kind of girlfriend would she be if she ignored him?

Once she was done with her breakfast, she made her way towards his house, which wasn’t too far away. She rang the doorbell.

A familiar megane pulled the door open. (Name) glared up at him and clicked her tongue. “Hey, you didn’t have to answer the door!”

He looked so tired and vulnerable, it made her heart ache. But she couldn’t let that show. Yeah, her pride was a bit too high.

His eyes fluttered. “What happened to you?” she asked lowly. She walked inside and placed his arm around her shoulder.

“I caught my sister’s fever.” he mumbled. She sighed and led him to his room and laid him on his bed. Luckily, he was modest and knew how to take care of himself.

His room was so neat, his bed, everything. She didn’t really have much to do. She sat on the side of his bed and placed a hand on his forehead.

“Shintarou!” she frowned. “You’re heating up. Have you drank your medicine?”

His eyes already looked so tired without his glasses, now, without glasses and ill..

“Of course I did, nanodayo.” he replied. “All I have to do is rest. What are you even doing here?”

She glared at him. “Kazunari told me someone needed to look after you.”

“I can take care of myself.” he shot back.

She rolled her eyes. “So? Am I free to go?”

He didn’t reply.

She sighed and turned her head, avoiding his gaze and waiting for him to sleep.

After a few moments, she gazed at him. She couldn’t help but smile seeing him so peaceful and not glaring or frowning.

She softly placed a hand on his shoulder. Then she realised he was shivering. Kicking off her shoes she inched closer.

She pulled the covers up to his neck.

“Shintarou, I’m gonna have to leave a bit later on.” she said, hoping he had heard her.

Expectantly, he didn’t reply, making her turn her head to some other direction.

His eyes fluttered open. “You’re still here?”

She puffed out her cheeks. “What did you expect?”

“It’s already night. What are you thinking?”

“Whatever. Just go to sleep.” she said. “I’ll take care of you. Alright?”

Midorima’s cheeks heated up at her reply. “I.. I don’t really need much attention, nanodayo.”

“I don’t too.” she placed a hand on his head. “God, you’re so stubborn. For once, just be comfortable around me. I’m going to look after you every day until you feel better.”

Once realising her words, she blushed and looked away. Then she felt a hand intertwine with hers.

“(Name).. thank you.”

♥︎ AOMINE:

“Thank you for tonight, Daiki.” she smiled, placing a kiss on her cheek. Aomine blushed lightly, looking away.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you sure you’ll be okay going home? It’s dark.” he said, which was weird.

But she nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be fine. I know how to take care of myself!”

Aomine nodded, planting a kiss on top of her head before parting ways. He’s probably really tired or something. (Name) turned on her heel and made her way home.

As she walked towards that dark corner, she couldn’t help but feel watched. She gripped her bag tighter and fastened her pace.

Expectantly, footsteps echoed the place. “Hey, what’s a sweetheart like you doing here?”

Mentally cursing at herself, she pulled out the knife from her bag and pointed it at the man. The man laughed, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Don’t act so tough, missy. You can’t even kill a fly.”

She scoffed. “You don’t know what I can do. I can take on three men. No sweat, you old man.”

The man glared at her, lunging with no hesitation. She threw curses at him, swinging the knife on his shoulder, before kneeing his stomach.

Surprisingly, another pair of arms strongly tied itself around her torso, and the man stood up to punch her. Groaning, she elbowed the person behind her and grabbed her bag, swinging it at the second man.

She was growing tired. And then a familiar blue head started beating up the men.

Aomine checked up on her and quickly picked her up. “Baka. What the hell?”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” she sneered. “I did defend myself, did I?”

“I’m sorry.” he murmured, reaching his place and placing her on the couch.

“I should’ve gone with you.” he sighed, dabbing the wet towel on the bruise on her cheek.

“It’s nothing.” she directed her gaze on the floor, trying not to flinch.

“You really are a baka.”

“It’s not my fault!”

“Yeah! I already admitted it was mine!”

“You know..”

The argument went on for a good 30 minutes.

♥︎ MURASAKIBARA:

“(Name)-chin, talk to me.” the purple head whined, resting his head on (Name)’s shoulder that was studying that math lesson. The huge guy’s whining didn’t help.

“I need to study.” she said sternly. “You know, I would love to talk to you if you help me with this lesson. Where’s Himuro anyways?”

He grumbled, “Why look for Muro-chin when you have me?”

She rolled her eyes and scooted. She wasn’t really the type of person to show affection, and even she wasn’t sure how her and Murasakibara ended up together. “Because he helps me study.”

“But that lesson is easy.” he protested. “If only you listened to the lesson, (Name)-chin.”

“Yeah, it’s easy for you cause Himuro already taught you in the middle of class.” she pointed out. “But it’s not like I would bother if you would teach me or anything..” she looked away.

God, why did she have to be such a tsun? She wasn’t good in asking for help, and thank god Himuro could read her well. But ask for help?

“Fine. I’ll teach you.” the purple head gave in, moving away with a small smile, before pointing at his lips. “But you have to kiss me first.”

She blushed. “No. Anything but that. Atsushi, you know I’m not too fond of those things!”

He shrugged. “Well, it’s the only payment I’m looking for.”

Groaning and looking around the library, she gave him a quick peck on the lips and looked away. “God, you’re so annoying.”

He laughed. “Yay.”

♥︎ KUROKO:

“Say, (Name)-chan, how was your day?” the blue head asked. (Name) scoffed and started to walk beside him.

“It was fine. I guess.” she replied.

Kuroko pulled out his wallet from his bag and curiously, (Name) took a peek. She blushed once seeing a picture of them stuck in his wallet.

“You know, you shouldn’t have your wallet out like that.” she said, moving her hair to try and hide her blush. “It could get-“

As if someone was reading her mind, a guy their age snatched the wallet from Kuroko and sprinted away. Silently cursing, she threw her bag to her boyfriend and ran after the boy.

“Hey, you better give it back, you thief!” she yelled, lending out her hand to try and grab the hem of his shirt. The boy obviously heard her, but didn’t reply.

They turned to a street, and the boy clumsily tripped. She took the opportunity and tackled him to the ground, snatching the wallet.

“Oi, you better pay for what you’ve done.” she gritted her teeth, not getting off of him.

The boy covered his face with his hand and using his other free hand, pointed at the hospital nearby. “I’m sorry! My mother.. I don’t have the money to pay for her treatment. I’m sorry! Please forgive me.”

She glanced at the hospital, then at the boy, then forcefully let go of his shirt. “Fine. I’m letting you go. But let me tell you- if you want to help your mother, do something else. Get a job. Use your talent. If you steal but have good intention, it won’t change a thing.”

The boy nodded, saying his thanks before scurrying off. Just in time, Kuroko jogged in, panting. “What happened, (Name)-chan?”

She handed him his wallet. “I knocked some sense into his head.”

Kuroko smiled and grabbed his wallet. “I’m hoping you didn’t beat him up.”

“I did.” she lied with a smile.

“That’s one sloppy lie, (Name)-chan.”

♥︎ KAGAMI:

“Look, I’m still surprised you managed to score some points against me.” Kagami reasoned, taking his stance in front of her.

“You’re too slow.” she replied, her face dull with emotions like always. Yeah, they got together cause of basketball, go figure. “But you’re strong, I guess.”

She dribbled the ball, intensely trying to find an opening. Then she went for a drive, which Kagami read easily. Instinctively, she nudged him on the ribs. Hard.

“Ow!” Kagami yelled painfully as she went for the shot. She turned her head and walked over to him. “(Name), god, talk about strong!”

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” she apologised, which was odd coming from her, but she was extremely worried. Kagami smirked.

“Oh, nevermind. It doesn’t hurt anymore. What did you say?” he asked, leaning his head closer as she crouched down to help him. She blushed furiously.

“I said you’re a baka.” she grumbled.

Kagami held his ribs. “Seriously though, that really hurt. Aren’t you going to do anything, (Name)?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, if you don’t act like some damsel in distress and let me help you, then yes, I’ll do something.”

Kagami smiled as she assisted him on the bench. “It’s not even fatal. Just rest. It’ll go away after a few days.”

“I have a game tomorrow!” he frowned. “At least do something in my favor!”

“What do you want?” she groaned, placing a hand on her hip and trying not to break her persona and be all worried.

Kagami smirked. “Kiss me.”

“You wish.” she scoffed, which Kagami rolled his eyes at.

“Wow, you are one supporting girlfriend, have-“

Annoyed, she leaned in before he could even process it. And she kissed him, deeply.

“Are you happy now, baka?”

Kagami blushed furiously. “You didn’t warn me! (Name), why?”

“Whatever.” she said sternly, blushing as well.