Here i’ll rewrite episode 8 to make it better right now:
you can keep the conflict of haruhi fighting those boys and tamaki getting mad at her bc “girls shouldnt fight guys!!!” but:
1. replace the kyoya/haruhi scene with kyoya and tamaki, show TAMAKI as in the wrong and have kyoya ask him why he feels so angry over this. have him realize that it’s NOT because he thinks women cant defend themselves, but because he was just genuinely scared for haruhi’s safety and doesn’t know how to express it like a normal person
2. haruhi can be in the wrong too, but her lesson she learns should be about how throwing yourself into reckless situations by yourself is dangerous, that relying on others to help is fine, that you aren’t invincible (regardless of gender) and you could seriously get hurt doing these kinds of things
In this modern reimagining of Anne of Green Gables, Anne is an ABBA-loving singer/actor/writer of disco-operas, queer, Japanese-American who longs to be understood for her artistic genius. Recently relocated to middle-of-nowhere Greenville and starting at a new school, Anne has a tendency to A) fall in love quickly, deeply, and effervescently and B) fly off the handle in the face of jerks. Both personality quirks quickly come into play when the soccer team boos the premiere of her disco performance, which—in a roundabout way—introduces her to her new BFF, Berry, and she soon after meets the girl of her dreams, Gilly.
Falling quickly into that age-old trap of ignoring the best friend for the new crush, Anne soon becomes embroiled in a series of dramatic and unfortunate events, and quickly finds herself wrapped up in a love triangle she never expected. Is she MTB with Gilly? Or is Berry her true soul mate? Only time (or 304 pages) will tell.
: you didn’t expect your night to end a strangers bedroom with not one, but two hot men. But who are you to complain? : alcohol, mention of weed, griding? kissing : 2674 /: did I already post this? yes. did I delete it cuz I hated it? also yes. anyways, @uhhh-i-like-yaoi here u fucking
Truth be told, you didn’t know what to expect when Mirio dragged you along to this party. All you wanted to do was lay in your bed and fall asleep but here you were, dressed in a way too tight outfit dancing along to shitty music.
The six shots you took before stumbling over to the dancefloor finally start to kick in. The soft buzz of alcohol flowing through your veins as you let your body move. Your hips sway along to the music while your hands run up and down your body.
It was probably the number of lustful gazes you got in this outfit but your confidence was skyrocketing. You open your eyes slightly as you gaze over the dancing crowd. Most people are grinding against each other like animals in heat, though one guy is standing stiffly amidst the crowd.
His dark eyes lock with yours. A smirk plasters itself on your lips as you curl your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. The guy’s cheeks burn into a bright red as he takes quick strides towards you.
Once he’s close enough, you wrap your arms around his neck and press his body against yours. “Hey, handsome,” you say. His body stiffens as he looks down at you.
“Wanna dance with me?” you ask. He quickly nods as awkwardly places his hands on your hips. You move one hand from his neck to his ears, fingers carefully running over one of the pointy tips.
A whiney moan falls from his lips as he instinctively grabs onto your hips tighter. “I’m Tamaki,” he says. His deep voice sends heat to pool between your legs.
“I’m Y/n,” you say before turning around. He moans as you press your ass against his crotch. You can feel the muscles of his chest and abs against your back as you press yourself against him.
One of his hands travels down to press your hips against his while the other moves to caress your neck. His hips start to move against you, swaying in sync with yours.
You two stay like that for a while, grinding against each other to the beat of the songs playing. Your lustful dancing gets interrupted when a raven-haired man moves to dance in front of you.
Scarred skin adorned his face multiple piercings glow under the multi-coloured light. Three on his nouse and two on his bottom lip. His rough appearance makes you desperately want to press yourself against him, though he beats you to it.
He moves to press his hips against yours, his face moving to press itself into the crook of your neck. Burning lips press desperate kisses against your skin. His teeth drag themselves over your neck, earning whiney moans from you.
Tamaki groans with jealousy. You were dancing with him first, why is this guy suddenly getting all your attention? He moves to kiss the other side of your neck.
You feel like your on cloud nine as both men sandwich you between them. Your hips rut against Tamako’s while your hands caress the other men.
“I’m Dabi,” he says. Good, so he has a name. You moan out his name as he sucks on your neck. You’ll probably have some hickeys tomorrow but there’s nothing a good old turtleneck won’t cover.
The three of you get lost in the music, swaying and grinding against each other. The alcohol takes its full effect as your mind become fuzzy and warm. Movements blur together as all you can focus on become the feeling of both Tamaki’s and Dabi’s bodies pressed against yours.
Their hands roam over your body, grabbing and squeezing any flesh they can. You probably shouldn’t be dancing like this with strangers. But you knew their names, they aren’t strangers anymore, right?
You push your doubtful thoughts to the side as you press your ass against Tamaki. He groans into your ears and he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck. You look at Dabi with half-lidded eyes.
Mischief glints in his eyes before he reaches a hand out to cup your face. He pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his. The roughness of his lower lip compared to his pillowy upper one makes you moan into his mouth.
His tongue glides over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You place another sloppy kiss against his rough lips before letting your parts slightly. Dabi quickly pushes his tongue in, exploring your mouth.
You groan at his taste. Smokey yet fresh, like someone set a field full of mint ablaze. Tamaki pulls away from you slightly to enjoy the sight in front of him.
Dabi’s hungry hands running over your body and your needing whines. It almost feels wrong to watch you two. Tamaki pushes himself over the edge and starts to place wet kisses onto your neck. You moan at the feeling of his teeth scraping against your skin. He leaves hickey after hickey, not caring about who might see them.
Ecstasy runs through your veins. Your nerves are tingling at the touch of the two men. You’re pretty sure you’ve died and gone to heaven, that’s the only explanation for this divine feeling.
“Do-Do you want to get-fuck. Get out of here?” Tamaki says loud enough for both you and Dabi to hear. “M-My place is just around the corner.”.
You pull away from Dabi, letting your head rest against Tamaki’s chest instead. Nodding against him, you looking at Dabi. Lust clouds his azure as he licks his lips sinfully. “God, yes,” he growls. Tamaki locks his hand with yours while the other rests on Dabi’s shoulder. He drags both of you out of the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies bump into yours though you can’t bring yourself to care.
You don’t even register that you’ve left the party until the old night air hits your skin. Tamaki wraps his arm around your waist as he looks behind him for Dabi.
The raven-haired is fishing a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Tamaki sends him a sharp look though he only shrugs at it. He places a cigarette between his lips before taking lazy strides towards the two of you.
“Want one too, hotty?” he asks as he holds the carton out for you. You reach out to grab one but Tamaki slaps your hand away.
“Don’t,” he says lowly. His growly voice sends heat through your body. “I don’t need you two to smell like smoke.”.
Dabi rolls his eyes before stuffing the cigarette that was dangling from his lips back where it belonged. “You’re no fun,” he groans.
Tamaki simply shrugs before starting to walk towards his apartment. While he still has his arm around you, Dabi hand creeps down to rest in right against your ass. He gives it a squeeze earning a squeal from you and a chuckle from him.
You three remain relatively quiet for the rest of the walk. You bask in the fogginess the alcohol has left in your mind. A droopy smile adorns your lips and your steps are slightly wobbly, though you have Dabi and Tamaki to help you walk straight.
It’s only now that you see the flush on Tamaki’s skin and the haze in his eyes. He clearly had his fair share of drinks himself. And even though Dabi seems sober, the sticky sweet smell of weed wafting of him tells you differently.
Tamaki suddenly comes to a halt. He unwraps his arm from you and starts to fish his keys out of his pocket. Dabi takes this opportunity to smoothly press you against the wall. The cold bricks hit your burning skin.
His breath fans over your face. You try to push your lips against his but he just pulls away with a teasing grin. “Come on,” Tamaki says as he holds the door open for the two of you.
You stumble into the building. The hot air circulating through the house is a stark difference from that of the cold night. “Up the stairs,” Tamaki says with slurred words.
The three of you stumble of the steep staircase, praying to God that none of you trip and fall. You giggle to yourself as you think about how badly this situation can go. You, drunk off your ass in some strangers home.
Your worries get silenced when you see some of Tamaki’s roommates walking around the house. The fact that there are others around in case the two men have malicious intents makes your muscles relax.
That’s when you spot a familiar blond mop of hair. “Mirio?” you call out. Your tall friends turn around to face you. A girl with bright purple hair is clinging onto him, kissing up and down his neck. You had no clue when he left the club.
“Hey!” he says with a smile. “What are you doing here?”. His eyes dart over to Tamaki and Dabi stumbling up the
stairs after you. “Oh, I see. Have fun!”.
He sends you a wink before darting into his room with the girl. “Didn’t know you knew 'im,” you slur. Tamaki nods before pointing to a deep purple door, most likely his.
“I know him from school,” he says before striding over to his door and holding it open for you and Dabi. “And he’s my roommate.”.
Dabi darts past you and into the room. He lets himself fall down onto the small couch in Tamaki’s room. “Nice place you got here,” he says. “Real nice.”. His calloused fingertips run over the plush material of the couch.
Tamaki lays his hand on the small of your back before leading you into his room, closing the door behind him. Sweet citrus flows into your nose. His room is spotless. Light blue led lights illuminate the room.
“Want a drink?” he asks both of you before stumbling over to the mini-fridge standing beside his desk. You nod before walking over to the couch and letting yourself fall down next to Dabi.
Dabi wraps his arms around your shoulder and pulls you to lay comfortably against his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart calms you down even further.
Tamaki pulls three bottles of beer out of the fridge, holding them up in the air for you to see. Dabi nods approvingly prompting Tamaki to open the bottles up for you all.
The soft pops of the caps being removed sound through the room. After the bottles are opened he walks over to the couch. You greedily grab the ice-cold bottle out of his hands before he sits down himself, beside Dabi.
You take a sip of the beer, savouring the bitter tingle it leaves in your throat. Dabi takes a swig of the bottle as well while Tamaki keeps on staring at the bed in front of him.
“Got some music?” Dabi asks. Tamaki nods. He pulls his phone out, quickly connecting with the speakers in his room. He opens up Spotify before handing the phone to Dabi.
“Y-You choose,” he says before finally taking a sip of his beer. Dabi smirks as he browses through the app.
You perch up as familiar tunes start to fill the room. “Arctic Monkeys? Jezus christ, you’re predictable,” you say before taking another chug of your beer.
“Shut the fuck up. It’s good music. Besides,” Dabi says before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “It’s good music to fuck too.”.
Heat rushes up to your face. You already guessed that that was the reason why Tamaki asked you to go to his place. But Dabi confirming your suspicions still makes you get flustered.
Tamaki chokes on his beer as he hears Dabi talks. Dabi chuckles as he gives Tamaki’s back a couple of slaps. “There there, shy-boy,” he says. Tamaki holds his hand up to signal Dabi to stop. He obliges and leans back into the couch again.
It stays quiet for a moment as the three of you sip on your beers. Dabi’s hand slowly creeps up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh slightly.
“Bunny,” Tamaki says. You gulp at the nickname, fuck, is it hot. “Why don’t you come to sit on my l-lap for a bit?”. His dark eyes bore into yours. You nod before handing Dabi your beer.
His eyes are glued on your eyes as you crawl over him before sitting down on Tamaki’s lap. “You’re so pretty like this,” he says. Your skin is flushed, eyes droopy and smile loopy. One of his hands rests on your hip as the other moves to caress your cheek.
“You’re gonna be a good little bunny for us, right?” he asks as he glances over to Dabi. He is still sipping his beer while his eyes are focused on your hips and the way they subconsciously grind into Tamaki’s.
“If you don’t want this, just-just tell me,” Tamaki says. You shake your head as your hands move to play with Tamaki’s hair. “You gotta say it.”.
“I want this,” you say. A smile creeps up on Tamaki’s lips. He leans in closer. You quickly take the hint and press your lips against his.
The bitter of the beer he just drank still lingers on his lips. His lips move against yours softly and sloppily. His hand cups your cheek while yours tug softly on his hair.
He lets out a groan at a particularly harsh tug. Your hips grind into his on the beat of the music. Tamaki relishes in the heat radiating off your body. Your soft skin pressed against his, your sweet taste on his lips and fingers tugging on his hair.
Tamaki pulls away, earning a whine from you. “Fuck, bunny,” he groans out. Your hips don’t stop their movements even when you can feel him becoming hard under you. You let your head rest against Tamaki’s chest as you look at Dabi.
He is still holding onto a bottle of beer in one hand while the other is palming himself through his jeans. He licks his lip, running over the cold metal of his piercings.
“You two sure know how to put on a show,” he says. His voice borders a growl, making it all the hotter. You make grabby hands towards him.
Dabi obliges by placing his beer on the floor next to the couch and leaning forward until his body is pressed against Tamaki’s. He starts to run his hands over your body. His fingertips linger around your hips and thighs.
“Whatever will we do with you?” he asks while looking at Tamaki. The indigo-haired in question leans towards Dabi to whisper something in his ear.
All you can do is stay seated in Tamaki’s lap and grind your hips against his at an agonizingly slow pace. The small amount of friction goes straight to your stomach and helps to build up the knot forming.
Dabi smirks at Tamaki’s words before he stands up off the couch. “Baby,” he coons. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed and be nice and pretty for us?”. His cooky grin makes your heart skip a beat.
Tamaki nods at you as he lifts his hands off your body. With wobbly steps, you make your way over to the bed. You sit down on it, noting the plushness of the covers.
Dabi and Tamaki take their stand before you. They gaze down at you with lust in their eyes. “Think you can handle the two of us, baby?” Dabi asks. You nod at his words.
“Of course they can,” Tamaki adds. He takes a step closer to you to gently cup your cheek. You melt into his touch. God, you could stay like this forever. “You’ll be a good bunny for us, right?”.
“If not, we might have to punish you,” he adds, earning a chuckle from Dabi. You look up at the two men through your lashes. You can’t help but get turned on beyond belief at the sight of them. You’re in for a long night, that’s for sure.
The Boku No Hero Academia Hero Fes 2020 had a lot of different segments to it with all the voice actors and actresses in the official art!
There were live readings of Season 4 highlighted scenes, a mini game that 4 teams had to play, as well as a funny drama skit about Deku and everyone getting isekai’d into a dream world where they were part of the U.A. Troops fighting against the Big 3.
