#WOW ISN'T IT SO GREAT THAT WE'RE BOTH DOING SO FINE AND GOOD AND NORMAL

[mirikitakato]

[Translation] Shylock SSR Card Story: Beginnings of a Foolish Burdensome Love

Gotta love the name that sounds very Shymurr somehow but it's more about Shylock and the Sage. Mithra also appears.

Episode 1: Let’s love both the joy and the pain.

This happened when I and Shylock investigating the incident at the mansion we visited.

Akira: It is rumored that every exhibit here possesses the capacity to attract various forms of happiness.

Shylock: Indeed, it appears to comprise a diverse array of items, ranging from those commonly found in the general market to precious ones crafted from rare materials.

Shylock: Each item has a different effect. Even specialty stores rarely boast such an extensive collection.

Akira: Just like a museum. This bracelet here looks so majestic, just looking at it makes me feel like it's going to be very useful...

Shylock: Ah, that's...

Akira: You know this, Shylock?

Shylock: Yes, it's a golden bangle that brings fortune. Once upon a time, a businessman customer used to wear the same one whenever he visited Bar Bennett.

Shylock: It's believed that this radiant gold can transform the wearer into a millionaire.

Akira: Well, it certainly looks fancy and already makes me feel rich just by owning it.

Shylock: Hehe. Perhaps that attitude will attract even more good luck.

Shylock chuckled softly, then pointed his finger at the ring displayed next to the golden bangle.

Shylock: I've seen this one before at the central market. Notice the clear, ocean-like indigo beads embedded in it?

Shylock: There's a rumor that wearing it wards off not only bad luck but also demons. It's said to be a must-have item for travelers.

Akira: Travelers...I often embark on missions far away, having this one would make me feel safe.

Shylock: Oh? What a lonely thing to say.

Akira: Ah?

Shylock: Indeed, your modesty is one of your undeniable virtues.

Shylock: We're your wizards. If you ask us to accompany you, we shall envelop you in tender care, akin to being swathed in cotton...

Shylock: I would turn even fear into a taste of exciting pleasure and protect you. Please entrust your body and soul to me, please rely on me.

Wine-colored eyes approached me, and I caught a faint whiff of a pipe. He beseeched me in a seductive yet sweet voice, making me flinch slightly.

Akira: Th-then, please let me rely on you...

Shylock: Hehe. What a lovely person.

Akira: L-let's see, why don't we take a look at this room too? There are many places we haven't explored yet...!

Embarrassed, I forcefully opened the door in front of me.

Akira: Ah...

Then, accompanied by the sound of something breaking, the scenery in front of me changed.

Shylock: Sir Sage, what's wrong?

However, the moment I blinked, the scenery immediately returned to normal.

Akira: Ah...nothing.

(I'm sure I saw a rainbow just now...)

Mithra: Ah, you broke it.

Episode 2: Let’s love both the joy and the pain.

Mithra stood at the door, lazily snapping his fingers. As he did, something that had been lying on the floor floated into the air.

Akira: Ah...!

It was a necklace with a small glass bottle swinging at the end of a leather strap. However, a large crack marred the side of the bottle.

Shylock: Did you break something by opening the door? Sir Sage, are you okay?

Akira: I'm fine, but I broke this, didn't I...

Akira: What should I do, this item belongs to the precious collection of Ernest's relatives...

Mithra: You are loud. It doesn't matter, this one is destined to be broken anyways.

Akira: Eh?

Mithra: Arthim

Akira: Wow, it's back to normal...!

Shylock: That's great for you, Sir Sage. I will talk to the owner of this mansion later.

Akira: I agree. I broke it once, so I would like to properly apologize. Mithra, thanks for fixing this.

Mithra: Sigh, even if I fix this, it isn't gonna matter much anyways...Take this, Sage.

Mithra: This mansion is full of garbage. I want something more powerful and usable...

Mithra picked up some amulets lined up on the wall and then casually threw them away, as if he had lost interest in them.

Akira: (Maybe this amulet fell when I opened the door...)

Shylock: I thought Mithra would be delighted to see a mansion stocked with items like this, but... it seems like it would be quite difficult to find something that he would acknowledge.

Akira: Looks like it...Uhm, Shylock, do you know about this amulet?

Akira: Mithra said this was bound to be broken, but...

Shylock: Yes, I've seen this.

Shylock: When you opened the door and this small vial broke... Sir Sage, did you notice any changes?

Akira: Ah, yes! The moment I opened the door, I saw a beautiful natural landscape that looked like an outskirts of some town...

Shylock: That's the power of this amulet.

Shylock: After a certain amount of time has passed, the vial’s color would change to the color of dusk because there is magic cast on it.

Shylock: If you break the vial after its color has changed, you will see its owner’s feelings and thoughts.

Akira: The owner’s feelings?

Shylock: Yes, would it be easier to understand if I said that this vial would show the scenery they desire to see?

Shylock: For a short period in the past, this amulet was very popular since it was marketed with "Making your dream world into reality."

Shylock: I heard it gradually lost its popularity and is very difficult to obtain now.

Episode 3: Let’s love both the joy and the pain.

Akira: Why? Even though it's something people would really like...

Shylock: Isn't it? Initially, there was a collective burst of excitement – "I've been longing to see this!" echoed everywhere.

Shylock: However, desires are peculiar. Instead of reveling in momentary happiness, many found themselves empty, having lost the sought-after scenery in the blink of an eye.

Akira: I see... Rumors like that circulated, and it gradually lost its popularity.

Akira: It's true. People would feel a sense of loneliness when something they eagerly anticipated suddenly vanishes like that...

(But...)

I recall the ephemeral scene showed by the sunset-colored vial.

(That's the scenery its owner wished to see. I'm sure it's filled with precious memories.)

Akira: I'm sure that if I see this amulet somewhere, I would buy it.

Akira: Certainly, it's sad to see the scenery disappear in an instant, but...that would make me feel even more special about the fleeting scene it presents to me, and the associated memories.

Shylock: ....Heh. Your strength lies in your attitude of appreciating what separation offers you, rather than the pain that may await in the future due to it.

Akira: No, it's not that special...!

Shylock: Don't be modest. Every encounter is a series of miracles.

Shylock: But for me, if I were to possess that item...

Shylock: Perhaps, it's not just the scenery that I desire, but a wish – "Please, please stay with me for just a little longer."

A subtle smile graced Shylock's face as he gently used his fingertips to roll the vial in my palm.

Shylock: Although I'm already aware that someday, we will part ways...

Shylock: Yet, I hope the "presence" of us being together will continue a bit longer. Don't you harbor the same wish?

Suddenly, Shylock's words reverberate deeply in my chest.

Akira: This amulet truly is a mystery, the more you think about it, the more interpretations surface.

Akira: Even though we understand that we must eventually let it go... No, that's precisely why we find it difficult to let go.

Shylock: Hehe. Isn't this kind of contradiction endearing?

Shylock: Farewells and encounters are integral parts of life. Let's love both the joy and the pain.

Looking back at him with a soft smile, I quietly put the amulet back on the shelf. Thinking of the day that will come, I urge myself to be careful and cherish the days ahead, ensuring not to destroy them.

[hurlumerlu]

Okay so, Playboyy episode 1, the bad first :

the acting is so rough in parts. And in some scenes it's fine cause that cannot be easy to play, but in others I'm just like. what the fuck are you doing. As often in those cases I'm left wondering if it's a "we didn't have the money for enough takes" issue, an actors direction issue, or if I'm missing something.

the show flip-flops between visually intriguing and/or visually funny and absolute & total blandness in a way I cannot make sense of.

The good :

Love how deliberately not sexy most of the sex scenes/kinks are. The terrible "cop" outfit ? the cringy flirting ? the standard porn lines in japanese ? incredible. it's funny, it's an interesting change of pace from the usual BL sex scenes and getting rid of the glamour feels relevant in an episode which has for whole thesis that everyone has to contend with sex one way or another

Like i said, the show is really visually fun sometimes. Not beautiful, I wouldn't say beautiful, but I'm enjoying seeing sets that have had a lot of thoughts put into their design. The choice to go for the #aesthetic rather than realism is great imo, especially when you compare how "normally' the playboyys are filmed during their little get together with the lush, absurd environment the rich boys evolve in. it's fully two different worlds and I love that.

speaking of #aesthetics I want to kiss whoever was responsible for costume design on the mouth. Those characters are dressed the way you'd draw them if you wanted them to stand out in a reader's mind. Real manga charadesign vibes. I fucking love it.

Nont (or is it Nant ? why do they have such similar names T-T) was on screen for so little time and still managed to have real impact on me. I'm invested in him, I'm invested in his quest, and his smug "you wouldn't know, you don't have a mother" was so mean - I love him already.

Probably controversial but I really liked the tense music/almost scare chords over Zouey trying to masturbate like. the guy's complicated relationship with his own pleasure is interesting and i. idk, I'm sure it broke immersion for a lot of viewers but it worked on me, I felt real unease both times.

The "could go either way" :

I have no idea how they're going to deal with Zouey's reticence toward sex in the future and I'm a little wary. So far I have no complaints but. you know.

Listen I am fully team playboyy and I don't think we're meant to take their "scamming those poor, fragile men" scene completely at face value given that it's their ass on the line if things go wrong but at the same time i don't trust tvshows to be fair to sex workers so. we'll see. I have hopes though.

Random thoughts :

I went from "Zouey what are you hiding ?" to "oooh noooo sweety" real fast, only to go back to "what the fuck are you hiding" toward the end, so at least the show is commited to keeping me guessing, which I appreciate

wow, Zouey's friends are dicks. also I get hat guy's annoyance at rich client's antics but like. not Zouey's fault, and I'm pretty sure anyone would refuse a blowjob if they had to lie on that coffee table with their hand behind their back for it. that shit looked terribly uncomfy even for someone experienced and you already know Zouey isn't. I know I said I was team playboyys but give that guy a break

how many kinks does First have ? put some back on the shelf honey you can't carry them all.

Nont (Nant ?) recording his investigation seems risky as hell but given the number of time we see the boys filming stuff/recording stuff/watching vids (and to a lesser extent Zouey's painting and all the shots through windows/glassdoors etc) I don't mind. I assume they're going somewhere with it and if they don't it contributes to the Vibes (also known as themes, probably).

I don't even think I've met all the characters in the opening and I've already seen three blowjobs. Not complaining, I'm impressed.

speaking of that, who is that scholarship student with the camo pants and white tank top ? he said like one sentence but I've already imprited on him.

kinda wish i could take an "east asian gay porn 101" class because I know I'm missing stuff ! I can feel it !

OBSESSED with that "play with me" tattoo. it's in such poor taste i could cry of joy.

[johnkrrasinski]

started from a call

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

a/n: please like, reblog and leave a feedback. :) enjoy!

"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

[kanjukucompany]

【A3! Translation】 Fushimi Omi SSR: In One Page of My Life (2/3)

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

thanks for requesting! so sorry for the wait (╥﹏╥)

(translation under the cut)

(glitch text ignore)

Wedding Photoshoot

Omi: I didn't expect it'd just be us doing the shoot... Sorry, Director.

Izumi: No, it's okay. It's not your fault your senpai got busy at the last minute.

Omi: To think that all of the other senpais were busy too... Seems like you're stuck with me for today.

Izumi: Leave it to me!

Husband: Um, excuse me.... Are you the cameraman?

Omi: Yes, you're correct. I'm Fushimi Omi, the cameraman.

Izumi: I'm his assistant, Tachibana Izumi.

Husband: We're the ones who requested you for the photoshoot. We're excited to be working with you today.

Wife: Please take care of us!

Omi: Same to you both. Well then, let's get started.

Omi: You wanted your first location to be here, right?

Wife: Yes. This is where we first met, so it's very sentimental to us.

Husband: That's why we're dressed up similarly to how we looked back then.

Izumi: A photo recreation of that day, how lovely..!

Omi: Recreating your first encounter... In that case, how about we try and convey a story through the photos?

Wife: Huh, we can really do that?

Omi: We can. As you tell the story, you'll move little by little--.

Husband: That sounds like a great idea! Let's do it.

Izumi: Well then, let's get you into your first positions, and we'll begin!

-

Omi: ...How about something like this?

Wife: Wow, it really does look like a reenactment of that day...!

Husband: How incredible... It reminds me of the day we first met.

Omi: I'm glad you both like it. That marks the end of our photoshoot here.

Izumi: Our next take will be in a different location!

Omi: ...Director, thank you. Since you checked their pose and the other details, I was able to concentrate on the photography itself.

Izumi: Of course. I'm Omi-kun's assistant for the day, after all!

Omi: Haha, that's right. You're very reliable.

Wife: Excuse me...

Izumi: Yes, what is it?

Wife: I was just wondering... are you two dating?

Izumi: Huh!?

Omi: !

Husband: Or maybe you're married? I know some couples take their rings off during work.

Izumi: No, our relationship isn't anything like that... We actually belong to the same theater company.

Omi: I'm an actor, she's the director.

Wife: Oh, so you're both a cameraman and an actor?

Omi: Yes, our members come from several different professions.

Husband: Heh, well, I'd like to see you on stage if I ever get the chance.

Izumi: You're both invited, so please come and see us!

Husband: We can make it a date out of it, like the old days.

Wife: Fufu, I'd like that.

Omi: We'll be waiting for you.

Izumi: Now that they're changing, it's finally time to lift the hem of her dress.

Omi: Right. Okay, the balloons are ready...

Izumi: I've always thought wedding balloons were a cute touch.

Omi: Yeah, they are. They seem to be popular among women.

Husband: Sorry for the wait.

Izumi: You two look great!

Wife: Oh, thank you so much!

Omi: Then, shall we begin the shoot? I've prepared some balloons as props, could you hold them?

Wife: Wah, how cute! I'll take them!

Omi: Now, please face each other.

Izumi: (This is it, I have to do my best...!)

Izumi: Alright, I'm going to lift the hem of your dress.

Izumi: Pardon me... Now!

*click*

Izumi: How was that?

Omi: Hmm, you can see a little bit of Director.

Izumi: (I tried my best, but... Seems like my current speed won't do.)

Izumi: Okay, let's try it one more time.

Omi: Could you let go a little faster?

Izumi: I'll try!

*click*

Omi: Your arm is visible.

Omi: No good. Sorry, but let's try it again.

Izumi: (T-This is hard...! I'm already kind of winded..)

Wife: Are you okay? If you can't raise the hem, just a normal photo is fine...

Husband: Right, I think the photo would still come out nice even without the raised dress hem.

Izumi: No, I'm sorry. I think I've almost got it, so could we please try a little more...?

Omi: I'd also like to try.

Wife: Fufu, I understand. Well then, let's try this again.

Husband: I'm excited to see the end result.

Izumi: Thank you!

Omi: Here we go. Ready?

Izumi: Yep! ....I'm lifting it!

*click*

Izumi: How was that...!?

Omi: ....Look.

Izumi: ...! I'm not in the picture at all...!

Omi: This was a huge success. What do you two think?

Wife: Wow, it's beautiful!

Husband: It looks amazing! I knew it was a good idea to request you.

Omi: I'm glad you like it. Now then, let's continue shooting like this.

[missymurphy1985]

The Strip Club - Cillian Murphy X Female OC

A/N - Set in 2010, and I've used fictional names for his wife/children

A night out with his brother and closest friends doesn't end the way Cillian expects it to.

Warning - Smut

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"I'm really not up for this Pad, can't we just go for a beer at the Anchor instead?" Cillian complained to his younger brother.

"You haven't been out with us in months, Dermot has had this all planned out for ages Cill, come on!" He rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't get out of it, no matter what he said. Pulling his boots on, the two of them left the house, getting into the waiting taxi outside.

Walking into the strip club via the VIP entrance at the back, Cillian kept his head low and his brother and friends close around him so as not to be seen. Last thing he needed was photos in the press of him coming here!

"We're here for The Secret Show? Booked under Padraig Murphy?" Paddy told the bouncer, who checked everyone's ID and led them through a curtained off section at the back of the club. No cameras, no members of the public, completely private.

The boys sat around the stage area, a waitress coming over to take their drinks order. Once she returned with them, the lights dimmed and the music from the movie Burlesque began to play through the speakers. A single spotlight on a stool on the stage.

Cillian could feel his cheeks burning, he genuinely had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He'd never been to a place like this, had always avoided them like the plague. The idea of a stripper had never appealed to him. Someone he'd never met, stripping to her underwear to please him and his drunk friends and even more cringe-worthy, his little brother, was not something he was remotely interested in.

The dancer came out, swaying her hips as she walked to the stool. Perching herself on it, legs crossed. Dressed in a black corset, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, and a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Her long, silky brown hair flowing loosely down her back.

She was beautiful, there was no mistaking it. Cillian spotted Paddy nudging Dermot and whispering something in his ear and rolled his eyes. Probably something incredibly inappropriate about the young girl in front of them. He couldn't help feel sorry for her - lecherous old men creeping all over her as she danced for them, throwing money at her like she was a cheap prostitute...

The routine began. Cillian remained stoic, arms folded across his chest while the other lads cheered, louder each time an item of clothing was sexily removed from her lithe body. Her heels had been kicked off, her stockings slowly moving down her thighs, he couldn't watch any more. Standing, he made his way over to the bar to order another Guinness.

"I'd have thought you'd be over there enjoying the show with your friends?" A familiar voice from behind the bar startled him.

"Kate?"

"Long time no see," she smiled.

"Wow! Last person I expected to bump into tonight, how are you?"

"I'm okay, I see you're doing pretty well too." He nodded, his latest film, Inception, had been a box office smash. Professionally, at least, he could say he was doing well.

"Yeah, I guess so." His head lowered slightly, as Kate placed his pint in front of him.

"You guess? You okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine. Although, no disrespect? Kinda wish I was anywhere but here right now!" He chuckled. Kate smirked.

"I get off in 20minutes, fancy a walk?"

"You know what, I'll take you up on that Kate. I'll meet you outside?"

"Deal."

Thirty minutes later, after Cillian had made his excuses to his brother, he was smoking a cigarette walking along the canal with Kate at his side.

"Did you travel the world like you planned after school?" He asked, stubbing the cigarette out on the floor.

"I did, a full year of travelling before I went to university."

"Where did you go?" She told him about Australia, backpacking across Vietnam and Thailand, before heading to California for three months on a work visa.

"It was amazing. Truly wonderful. I met some great people over there. But all good things must come to an end, right?" She looked at him, and quickly looked away.

"I couldn't stand in the way of you living your dream Kate, you know that. We ended on grand terms though, right?" She linked her arm through his and squeezed it.

"We did. Promised we'd stay in touch though didn't we..."

"Yeah, I admit that was my fault. Tanya wasn't overly keen on you was she?" His ex wife. Or soon to be ex, anyway.

"I'm sorry about what happened Cill. Are you okay?"

"I'm getting there, you know? If she'd rather fuck her friend's husband instead of her own, then so be it," he smiled as much as he could.

"Well if it's any consolation, she's clearly lost her mind." She squeezed his arm again, and he found himself moving it so it was wrapped over her shoulders. He could feel her shivering and pulled her a little tighter against him.

They approached a small apartment block around 100yards further down the canal, and Kate dug her keys out of her handbag.

"Thanks for walking me home. It was good to see you again," she smiled, unhooking herself from him.

"Maybe I could - " he was interrupted by the door opening, and a younger girl stood in the doorway with a toddler in her arms.

"I'm so sorry Kate, I gave her Calpol an hour ago but I couldn't get her to settle..."

"Hey it's okay, I'll take her now. Get yourself home sis, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" The young girl nodded, before nodding at Cillian and heading off down the street.

"Liane grew up!" Cillian laughed. The last time he'd seen her she'd still been in primary school. "And who's this little one?" He reached for the toddlers hand, grinning when she took his little finger and squeezed it.

"This is my daughter, Lily."

"Well Lily, you've certainly got your mama's eyes, haven't you?" Cillian glanced quickly at Kate's left hand.

"Her Dad isn't around Cill, I'm not married." He bent his head down. Busted.

"Then am I allowed in for a coffee at least?"

"If you don't mind sharing me with a teething baby, then yes, you can come in!" Kate led him through and fetched the teething granules from the cupboard and a teething ring from the freezer. Cillian offered to take Lily while she prepped a cup of warm milk for her.

Seeing him bounce her on his arm made her smile.

"Reminds me of Jack and Niamh when they were teething. Had to be moving around, constantly needed distraction. You okay if I take her a walk around after? See if I still have the magic touch?"

Kate nodded, and took her back to give her the nurofen, teething granules, followed by her sippy cup of warm milk. Once she'd finished, Cillian offered his arms out for her. She reached up for him, surprising Kate as she normally shied away from strangers, and off they went around the apartment. She watched from a distance as he took her around, showing her the ornaments on the window ledge, her reflection in the mirror, bouncing her up and down as she giggled lightly.

After around fifteen minutes, he made his way over to the radio in the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons before he found the station he was looking for. Soft, gentle classical music played through the speakers. He turned the volume down so it was barely audible, and leaned Lily into his shoulder, rocking her side to side gently. She nuzzled into his neck, Kate watching, smiling, as her baby's eyes grew heavier. She could feel past feelings coming back as she watched them. As much as she'd pretended losing him when he left University to pursue his acting career was fine and she had gotten over it, she never had. And now, bumping into him again all these years later, those feelings were coming back with some force.

Lily was snoring gently in his arms now, and Kate gently took her from him. Taking her into a small room at the back of the apartment. Coming out ten minutes later and closing the door as quietly as possible.

"I'd say you still have it Cill," she laughed, switching the baby monitor on in the corner of the living room where he sat on the sofa, two glasses of red wine in front of him. "You read my mind."

She sat next to him, clinking her glass with his.

"Did you meet her Dad while you were travelling?" He asked, after taking a sip.

"Yeah.. he erm.. he died not long ago. Cancer."

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh Kate that's awful..."

"No it's okay.. it was just a brief fling you know, we weren't together or anything. But it's sad for her. She'll never have that father figure. Just me and her against the world now." She felt his fingers brush her hair out of her face and gently down her cheek. Turning to him, she put her glass down on the table and turned to face him. He placed his down too, and moved closer.

Their faces centimetres apart, she could feel his warm breath against her own.

"I should probably go..."

"Again?" She whispered. She didn't want him to leave her again, as much as he had no intention of actually leaving. Their lips met, a kiss that was fifteen years overdue.

"I haven't spent a day not thinking about you, Kate..." He smiled, pulling away.

"You mean that, or are you just looking to get your end away?"

"Which is why I'm going to kiss you now, and go home. But I want to see you again. If I can?"

"And what if I don't want you to go home..." She kissed him again, this time straddling her legs over his thighs on the sofa. Even if this was a one night stand for him, she needed him, and he wasn't getting away this time.

"Then I'm not going home." His hips rose to meet hers, gyrating over his erection under his jeans, both of them removing each others clothes in record time until they were left in just their underwear.

"My god, you're incredible... Let me taste you..." He flipped her onto her back on the sofa, spreading her legs and placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs. His fingers teasing against her underwear, softly caressing her mound, before sliding a finger inside and groaning at how wet she was already.

"Cillian please...." She almost whimpered underneath him, her hips squirming against his lips and fingers. He pulled her underwear down her legs, and unceremoniously threw them across the room before moving his lips to her open slit, drawing his tongue slowly up and down her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the cry of ecstacy within it so as not to wake Lily.

"You need to be quiet, you're not going to want me to stop once I've started Kate..." He smirked, before attacking her clit with his mouth, drawing it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, increasing the pressure. His fingers pressing into her thighs, surely leaving bruises, as his mouth worked magic on her, her hips rocking against him.

"Oh god... That's so good, please don't stop..." Her words coming out in breathy little moans as her orgasm built quickly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him where she needed him. Two fingers suddenly entered her, making her gasp as they found the small bundle of nerves deep inside her, pushing and rubbing against it hard, matching his motions against her clit. Suddenly his mouth was off her, his fingers pumping into her, the palm of his hand pressed against her clit now as he moved his body up, his lips now pressed to hers. The taste of herself on him turned her on further, and she could feel herself letting go.

"Cum for me..." He whispered in her ear, sending her over the edge with a small cry into his shoulder, her body writhing against him. His fingers removed, replaced with his now solid cock as it pushed inside her quickly, picking up the same pace his hands were, hard and fast thrusts as he hooked her leg up under his elbow, forcing himself deeper.

Her nails scraped over his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, frantic thrusts against each other, fifteen years of buried feelings coming out of them with a force that took her breath away.

"Yes... God yes..." Her moans into his neck drove him wild, her walls contracting around him pushing him closer. He could feel another orgasm building inside her, and angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot inside her perfectly.

"I'm so close Kate... So fucking close, you feel so good around me..."

"Cum inside me Cillian, please..." He grunted against her ear, nibbling on it gently as his hips pounded into her relentlessly now. Reaching his high, he flooded her, spilling inside her with a deep groan into her neck, sending her into her second orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around his back pulling him even deeper inside her as she felt his cock pulsate, emptying into her.

He rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting, smiles forming as they looked into each others eyes.

"You're on the pill, right?" He chuckled, coming back to his senses.

"No." He lifted his head quickly.

"What?" She started to giggle, grinning at him.

"I'm on the coil, you're fine, don't worry!" He rested his head back into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Good to hear. I think three kids between us is enough for now, don't you?"

"What do you mean, for now?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving you Kate, I'm not planning on doing it again," his lips gently kissed the side of her neck, running the tip of his nose along her jawline softly.

He pulled out of her with a groan, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom - he'd clocked which one it was earlier that evening.

Kate smiled watching him grow hard again, knowing not much sleeping was going to be done once they got in there...

[ldyinblckmsk]

Always the extra, never the lead

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back hoho serving another angst (if you squint your eyes lol). I hope I broke your heart or makes you feel pain or sad coz that's what i wanna make you feel while you read my piece oftrash. This plot is plaguing mah mind. Also, the title sucks lolololol I can't think of anything argh!

Enjoy :)

It's funny how people cheer themselves up by thinking that they are the main character of their own story. You think that it's  ridiculous to give themselves a fake hope while the fact that the cycle of their story doesn't change anything. They'll never be the protagonist, no matter how hard they try to be one.

That's why you gave up, right. You settle yourself to be just a bystander, watching the main roles act their piece under the big spotlight. Watching the man you love entranced by the stare of the girl he likes. See, it's not you. Because, after all, as much as you wanted to be the Cinderella or Snow White or any other damnsel in distress, he'll never be the prince that will save you. You're just an extra.

Confess your profounding love to him? You already thought of it and considering the consequences of it, you're just a coward who didn't want to jeopardize the only relationship you had with him. You're fine with being his bestfriend. At least, you still have an excuse to be at his house until midnight just hanging out with him. You can still wear his hoodies  and imagine yourself acting like how the other girls did to their significant other.

That until she came.

He spent less time hanging out with you. He rarely even talks to you and ask if you're still breathing. As if all of a sudden, every memories you spent with him vanished like a bubble when the narrator introduced his leading lady. Of course, you were jealous, infuriating to be honest, she stole your man, the ash blond you were crushing since you laid your eyes on him. And the thing that makes you go insane is the fact that you don't have the right to be angry because he's not yours to claim.

The only thing you can do is sit there and let yourself drown in pain. Pretend that you're fine with the set-up and act normal. You didn't want to mess up the play, don't you?

Fine, my ass. You're not a masochist.

They're still not together, that means she's not his either.  They're still at the phase of knowing each other, so you still have a chance to confess. There's no way that they already fall in love with each other that fast.

Here you are in his room, laying comfortably on the silky sheets of his bed, staring at the ceiling. You just invite yourself to his house.

"Hey, dumbass! Are you even listening to me?" His voice snapped you out of trance. "I'm sorry. I got a lil dizzy for a sec. What were you saying?"

"You alright?" The hint of concern on his voice didn't go unnoticed by you and you just cherish this moment that way you always do. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold hands touch your forehead, his other hand on his comparing your temperature. The small act of friendship makes your blood rush to your cheeks.

"Geez. I'm fine, Katsu." You rolled your eyes at him, swatting his hand away. As much as you want to prolong the skinship, you didn't want to make yourself become a flustered mess. "Now, what were you saying?" You propped your head with both hands under your chin, as you roll on his bed now laying flat on your stomach.

"I said are you coming with me this Friday night. We're just going to eat." You looked at him suspiciously. For a second, your heart triumphs.

"Wow, you already want to see me again."

"Tch. Just say yes or no, idiot." You chuckled at his scowling face. "Just admit that you missed me, grumpy-chan."

"You're a pain in the ass."

And just like that, you didn't have any decent to sleep as you were so excited for Friday to roll. Whatever plan he has, you can't help but to think that it's like he's asking you to go out with him. Ignoring the second line he said, you let yourself dive in fantasy.

It's Thursday and you're still conflicted on what to wear, you asked for help of your friends. Surprisingly, they agreed to help you right away without raising their brows and questioning you about the date with the 'mystery man'. 'Cause they already know who it was, just from how eager you look.

Your love for the blond isn't news to them. Being classmates and friends for almost three years, they already knew how your mind works though they didn't really know how frenzy and complicated the wires in it. They just know the surface of it.

"How about this?" Mina showed you the haltered red dress that ends just above your knee. You decided on it right away which makes your friend shakes their head at your eagerness. After that, you're just casually having fun, giving you advices and tips on your so-called date from their experience.

You saw him leaning on his car, permanent scowl on his face while constantly checking his phone. You eyed him from your position, awe struck at the ravishing aura he oozes. The white dress shirt he's wearing highlights the muscle he workrd so hard to built. He looks so clean and sinful at the same time.

"There you are, grumpy-chan!" You walked towards him slowly, smacking his back as your usual greeting, smile plastered on your face with the hint of blush spreading on your cheeks. You watched him stunned for a while, eyes roaming to your body. "About fucking time. Let's go."

You were surprised when he opened the door for you but you just shake it off. He's gentle, seems like his careful with his actions.

He glanced at you for a moment before he went inside the car. His heart went wild when he saw you. He thought you looked prettier when you dressed up. He always saw you wearing baggy shirts that's why when you showed up with that tight dress he malfunctioned for a bit. You looked bold and sexy like a predator hunting its prey, quite opposite from the girl he's pining. He shakes the thoughts of you away as he began to drive.

Akiya is full of sunshine and rainbows. She's sweet and looks vulnerable like an antique dishware that needs to be taken care of. And he has the great urge to protect the quirkless girl. Funny, how he was so bully to Deku being quirkless and  here he was falling for one.

He was so upset to himself when he found out his stupid affection to the girl. Their constant talking amd bubbly personality made it possible to like her. But everytime he's with her, his mind straying away to your well-being. He knew that you have feelings for him but he didn't dig further because you're not vocal about it. With how much his time was spent with you, he cared deeply for you. He loves you, of course, but it isn't like kind of love you felt for him.

After sorting out those endless thoughts, still, his adoration for Akira weighs more than your friendship.

That's why he's inviting you to dinner with him.

The anxiety is bubbling up inside you. The look on his face screams that there's something going on inside his head that you're not ready to unravel. Call it instinct but something feels odd. The ambience around you doesn't suit your guts. You're beyond happy that you're having a good time with him but there's this unsettling feeling that's eating your inside.

Is this what you think it is?

He's the one who initiates the conversation first, sensing the awkwardness in your table. Feeling blue, you just answered him with nods and short words. Clenching your jaw as you forced yourself to smile naturally. It's not really that difficult for you to do it since you are good at hiding.

The dinner was served and you just sat there, eating in silence. You don't dare move your eyes from your plate. You felt him checking on you for the nth time of the night then followed by a sigh.

You fucking knew it. Your grip on the knife was tight while slicing the tender beef. You're silently praying that you'll have the control of your emotions tonight. The night is still young but the 'date' is nearing to end. 

"Y/n, just don't fucking talk and listen to me." His hand combing his spiky hair in frustration. He didn't know how to break it to you without hurting you. "What's with the serious talk, grumpy-chan? It's not like you, ya know." You laughed.

"I said I'll do the talking, idiot." You rolled your eyes at his remark."You know Akiya, right?"

"Uh, yeah, she's the girl you like, right." You said with an obvious tone in your voice, smiling, almost seemed like you're teasing him. Almost. Because the bitterness you felt left a hint on your voice.

Silence. No one dared to speak. Not because of your last statement. It seems like gods are not in the mood to heed your prayer as you desperately trying to stop the tears that you didn't know were already falling. You inhaled deeply, calming yourself down, slowly accepting your defeat.

You were the one that breaks the eerie silence. "So, you two are already together. Is that what were you going to say to me? Or is there anything el–" 

Oh.

Realization strucks your chords. How can you be so fucking simpleton? A small laugh leaves your mouth while nodding your head crazily, new batch of tears forming in your eyes. He only watched you, confused.

"Oh my god! You fucking knew it. Am I right?"

"Y/n–"

"I'm a clown. You knew I love you yet–" You laughed again. People gaze at your direction, feeling pity at your state. You are mess right now.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Yes, I knew it. I knew your feelings but your my bestfriend for fuck's sake!" He raised his voice, bloodshot eyes lingering at your form.

As if like you flipped your switch, you looked at him with blank eyes, no emotions were found as you speak to him. "Is it entertaining? Is it funny to watch me make a fool of myself? Am I stroking your ego when I looked at you with fucking heart eyes huh, Bakugou? Tell me."

"That's why I'm fucking talking to you right now. I want you to stop it. I need you to stop loving me because I can't reciprocate it...I love Akiya."

"I know! Don't fucking rub it on my face. I know it. I already knew it! Okay? And yet here I am still fucking hoping that there's still a chance." You're desperately trying to sound fine, wishing for your voice not to crack. "I-I'm still fucking praying that I wish it's me. Why the hell it can't be me? Why, Katsuki?"

No, you're not going to break down in front of him. That will be last tears you'll shed. You shut your eyes tightly, regaining your control over your emotions. You didn't spare a glance at him, looking yourself at your mirror while retouching your make-up. You grabbed your phone, texting Mina to pick you up while you're talk to him. "Just so you know, I'm not going to cut ties with you. If that's what you're worried about. I'm still your friend, dropping the 'best'."

You looked up at him, eyes meeting his for the last time. You saw his pained expression, clenching his jaw when he looked away.  You get up, ready to leave. "Another thing, next time when you reject someone don't do it over a fancy dinner. That just gives them a false hope and that's fucking painful." You chuckled.

Bitter smile plastered on your face,  you prepare yourself for the conclusion of the story. Walking to his side, you bend to him while placing a kiss on his cheek, whispering your final dialogue as the side character.

"Goodbye, grumpy-chan."

[sery-chan-13]

Games

Chapter 7 to '100 Promises'

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Warnings: Swearing, violence, bullying, blood, I think that's it, but as always feel free to tell me if I missed any.

"I finally got contact lenses. I think they'll be better than my glasses. I mean, yeah, I'll probably still use them, but it's... nevermind, what do you think?" He rambled, a dorky smile on his face. "If it'll make you happy, then you look great," you said, smiling, honestly meaning your words. "I'm asking for your opinion woman, stop giving me the 'if it makes you happy' bullshit. Give me your opinion," he stated, shaking your shoulders."It looks good! I'm not used to seeing you without your glasses, but you look good!" You laughed, your words coming out in a vibrato of sorts from him shaking you. "I'm glad you think so."

"Dear gods my hair is getting long..." he muttered, running his hands through his hair, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. "I think it looks good," you commented, passing by the bathroom with a laundry basket. "Really? I think I kind of like it too..."

"And how much does it hurt?" He questioned. "Not that much, or so I've heard. Plus, we're getting it at the same time, so... no backing out, or I'll cut your hair," you threatened, your hold on his hand tightening a bit. "No, don't you dare. And I won't back out," he said as you dragged him into the shop. (The fact I've been threatened with that-)

"I somehow can't believe we looked like that!" You laughed, pointing at the photo on your phone. It was from high school, and you were both laughing at how dorky you both looked. "Oh gods... actually, I was kind of hot," you said, giggling a bit. "Have we really changed that much?" Niragi questioned. "Well, let's see," you said, opening the camera and telling Niragi to get into frame. He did so, and you both stuck out your tongues, the matching piercings glinting in the light. You snapped the photo, and put it side by side the one from high school. "Wow... that's a big difference, holy shit," he laughed. You snickered, and posted side by side comparison of the the photos. "Yeah. Huge difference."

"Hatter would like to see you... Alone."

You looked back at Ann, and nodded, getting up. "If she's going, I'm going with," Niragi said, getting up himself. "He said he wants to speak to (Y/N) alone. Respect to rules for once please," Ann chided, as you walked to her side. Niragi laughed, finishing with a smirk, "And since when do I listen to the rules?"

You looked back at him with a proud, yet embarrassed face. Definitely not the same Niragi from back in the real world. He was more confident than you last remembered, that was for sure. "Dude, I'll be totally fine. The least they could do is kill me," you said, a bit to nonchalantly for his tastes. "That seems like a worse case scenario, but ok." he responded, "I'm still going with you." "No, you're not. Look, I'll be fine ok? Just wait outside the door," you suggested. He scoffed, but nodded nontheless. Ann stayed quiet, watching this exchange. 'So... is that all it takes to convince him? Really? All we needed was this girl?' Were her thoughts.

"Oh good, you're here!" Hatter exclaimed as soon as you walked in. Ann stayed outside, and shut the doors behind you. You nodded. Was he happy or just extremely charismatic? You didn't know, but whatever it was, it was nice. It made you feel like you were talking to someone you knew. Like the pleasant ladies from your apartment complex. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"Where are we?" You asked as you got off the train. "I don't know. Just took a random train. You said you wanted another adventure," he replied. You gasped. "Niragi Suguru, you did not," you said, grabbing onto his hand to make sure you didn't lose him in the large crowd. "I did. And what of it?" He asked, dragging you out. "Oh my gods... Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but which city are we in?" You asked one of the people who worked there. They smiled and answered with, "Shinjuku. Are you lost?"  You shook your head. "No, we'll be fine. Thank you very much!" You said. Niragi dragged you to the exit. "I don't look presentable to be in Shinjuku right now, Niragi," you said, hiding your face. "You always look nice though. And it's called opportunity. I took it, and now we're here. So, let's take advantage of this, yeah?"

Hatter sat you down. "From what Ann and Aguni reported back to me, you're a quick thinker. Great shot apparently. They were both very impressed," he started. You smiled. "I'm honored they felt that way," you said. Hatter chuckled. "Well, Ann said you'd do well in either position of a militant or an executive. And it's just your luck the precious person who held number 7 recently... died. The games, obviously. Before you came here, actually. Maybe it was a sign it was meant to be yours. And, since you've proven yourself useful, I think it's a good idea," Hatter said, rambling a bit. "That's a bit too high for me, isn't it?" You questioned. You had just gotten here, you couldn't possibly be up that high already. "Uh... no. It's not. So, as of today, you shall be a militant," he said dramatically. You laughed, thanking him as he gave you a wristband with the number seven written on the blue tag. You slipped it on your wrist. "Oh, and just so you know, Aguni will most likely take you under his wing. The militants are mostly guys, so be careful. And... uh... your friend can help you find everything. He'll also show you to your new room. That is all. Goodbye now," he said cheerfully. You smiled brightly, thanking him.

You opened the door to leave, seeing Niragi leaning on the wall across the door. You smiled, closing the door softly behind you. "I'm back," you said. He nodded, "I can see that." "Can you really? You have your contact lenses?" You asked, skeptical. He nodded his head. "Surprisingly," he added. "Hmm... and for how many more days do you have them?" You questioned as he led you through the hotel. "Well, I've been in the borderland about 2 and a half weeks-"

"Woah, hold up... you'd been gone for six months up in the real world-"

"Well, I'm starting to think time runs differently in both places. Because no way in hell have I been here 6 months."

"Ok... continue on."

You two talked about whatever came to mind just like you used to. It was like you never skipped a beat. He lead you down into where they kept the weapons. "Only milatants and Hatter are allowed down here. This is the basement, and also where we keep the weapons. So, take your pick," he said, a smirk on his face. "You're a bit to proud of this aren't you?" You asked, looking over the different weapons. "Maybe," he responded. You didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking, you could just hear it in his voice. You picked out a knife that had a strap around. You also picked up a riffle similar to Niragi's, and turned to face him. "Ok, I'm good," you said. "Tomorrow, the militants are heading out on a supply run. Which means you now too. You can wear actual clothes now, isn't that fun?" He joked. You rolled your eyes shoving him playfully. He ran his tongue over his teeth. "That's really how you want to play, huh (L/N)?" He asked. You could hear the tone behind his words. The tone that meant run or your fucked, because whatever game he's scheming will end with you caught. It was quite normal for you two. Playing games with each other was a hobby back in the real world. Didn't matter how childish or immature they were. "Ouch, my last name? That hurts... Suguru." (Is that his last name or his first name? I don't know, I've been treating it as his last name, but I'm probably wrong) You giggled, running off. There was probably tons of places to hide inside the basement, and probably even more places throughout the beach.

"How was last night? Did you have fun?" He teased as soon as you woke up. You rolled your eyes. "Don't even talk to me about last night. Another disappointment," you groaned, rubbing your eyes. "Damn. That bad, huh?" He said, handing you a mug with coffee in it. You took a sip, and smiled. Perfect... He always made really good coffee, and it impressed you. "Yeah... definitely that bad. I heard him leave this morning, let's hope he never comes back," you said. Niragi laughed, taking a sip of his own coffee. The sunlight came in through the sliding glass door of your apartment.  The sky was painted with pinks and purples. Gold dusted the clouds as the sun touched them. It was perfectly picturesque. "One day, we won't have to live in a sucky apartment building, you know? I promise you that one day we'll have... I don't know where do you want to live?" He asked you. You both walked over to the couch, sitting next to eachother. "I don't know... I'd go anywhere as long as I can still have my best friend with me.''

"Come on out, (Y/N). I'll find you sooner or later. We need sleep," he shouted. You stifled a laugh, and crouched down, sneaking around. You could see him looking around for you. You moved backwards, bumping into someone. You slowly turned around. It was the guys Niragi had introduced as 'Last Boss'.

Throughout the day, you had actually had the opportunity to talk to him a bit. More like you talked, while he observed you, occasionally making a sound of sorts to show you he was listening. He'd also answered your questions, so you thought he wouldnt be that bad. You made the quiet signal, putting a finger to your lips. He looked down quizzically. "Playing a game. Can't let him find me. Wanna join?" You whispered to the mysterious man. He nodded slightly, still a bit confused. "Ok, the objective is to not get caught by Niragi. He doesn't know you're playing yet, so I'll figure something out... oh, I got it! You go hide," you whisper shouted, shooing him off. He went to go hide, and you climbed to the top of one of the darker places. "A new player has joined in. One seeker, two hiders!" You shouted. You heard Niragi laugh. "Dumbass! You're letting me know where you are!"  You smirked. That's what you wanted him to think.

"Oh nice! You got his glasses that's 20 points!" The boys shouted. You struggled to get out of the ropes tied your hands together. You heard Niragi groan, and looked up, seeing him on the floor, blood dripping from his nose. "Niragi!" You shouted in worry. He looked over at you, before one of the guys kicked his face into the ground. You struggled against the ropes the boys had tied around your wrist. It dug into your skin, you could feel the skin being rubbed raw from how much you had struggled against them ."So useless without eachother, huh?" One of them taunted. "Stop hurting him!" You yelled, squirming. "Oh? Would you rather we harm you then? You were always such a pretty girl... to bad you decided to defend him," the leader of their little group said, kneeling in front of you. "I don't give a damn if you hurt me. Stop hurting him!' You shouted. "(Y-y/N), don't," Niragi said, before one of the bullies kicked him in the stomach. He winced in pain, screwing his eyes shut. "Stop it! He didn't do anything to you!" You screamed, struggling even more, the ropes creating rope burn on your skin. "It's not a vengeance thing. It's fun," the leader said, grabbing your chin, making you look up at him. You glared at him in disgust, wanting so badly to just hit him, or spit on him in the moment. But you didn't. You didn't because you knew if you did either you or Niragi would get hurt. More likely Niragi, since they knew he was your weakness. "Just like it's fun making girls like you submit," he added with a smirk. "Don't you dare hurt her! Hurt me all you want, but don't touch her!" Niragi yelled. There was confidence in his words, but you also knew how scared he was. You could see it on his face. "That sounds boring though. What if we just make both of you our little puppets for the night, have you both put on a show?'' One of the guys snickered. This was followed by a chorus of 'not a bad idea' and 'sounds interesting.' You looked at Niragi, fear written all over your face.

You ran quietly, and quickly, knowing he could catch up to you. You looked around the dimly lit basement, and saw the exist to go up. Your eyes caught a flash of movement, and someone grabbed you, putting a hand over your mouth. You were shocked at first, going to scream bloody murder, before seeing it was Last Boss. He let you go, and you took a breath. "Oh my gods... dude that was scary," you whispered. He shrugged. "I have a place we can hide. I don't think he's smart enough to find it," He suggested, nodding his head over to Niragi. You stifled a laugh, and nodded, letting him lead you.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), are you alright?" He worriedly asked, checked on you. You hissed in pain when his hands went over the bruises. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault, if I hadn't-" he started, blaming himself. You grabbed shoulders, and shook your head. "It's not your fault... it's ok," you said, sitting up. The gravel under you poked at the skin exposed from your school skirt. "I-its not ok!" He shouted. "It's... it's not ok. You shouldn't have- I could've-" he started, pulling at his hair. "Niragi. It's not your fault. You didn't... you didn't hurt me," you said, your voice calming. You grabbed his hands, pulling them towards you. You were just kids. Fucking 16 years old(not exactly a kid, but whatever), you shouldn't have to go through this stuff. No kid should. "I should be comforting you, yet here you are, making me feel better. Stop it, you're the one who-"

"Niragi, it happened to both of us. Stop acting like you're ok too."

"But- I'm supposed to... I-"

"Shut up, and come here."

He sighed, sitting besides you. You pulled his head into your lap, and he sighed. "Stop taking care of me. Stop hanging out with me, because you're the one who ends up getting hurt because of me. Please," he pleaded as you ran your fingers through his hair. "No," you responded. "(Y/N), stop being so stubborn! Please, just... just listen to me!" He shouted. You flinched at the sudden loudness. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," he apologized, noticing when you flinched. You sighed, leaning back on the concrete wall. You muttered back something along the lines of him not having to apologize. You heard thunder, and saw a flash of lightning. "It's going to rain, we should go home," Niragi said. "Don't wanna... let's stay here?" You muttered, watching the sun get covered by the clouds. You were under a bridge, so you at least had coverage. He looked up at you, and nodded. "Ok. We can," he whispered. The raindrops began to splatter on the ground outside the coverage of the bridge, and you sighed in happiness. Niragi sat up, bringing you close to him. The smell of rain filled your senses, and you couldn't help but enjoy the moment, even if you had been in emotional and physical pain before. Being there helped numb it for a while. Being with him helped numb the feeling.

"Alright... if I were (Y/N)... where would I go?" Niragi muttered to himself, walking around. It was too quiet. You weren't a quiet person unless need be, and if he remembers correctly, which he does, you had a losing streak in hide and seek since high school. You were too giggly to hide in silence, or maybe you got scared by being alone in the dark to long. Whatever it had been, you had a losing streak for almost 8 years. That was not about to change, not if he had a say in it. A part of him said he was not acting like himself, and that playing this with you was childish. Especially in the borderlands. He knew he would have to find you either way, so he stopped caring. He remembered what she had said. A new player has joined in. One seeker, two hiders! 'Ok, process of elimination....'

"So, given the fact Chishiya isn't allowed down here, I think I know who she's with, and where she is. Let's see if I'm right.''

This was more memories than actual current events... oh well- hope you enjoyed, have a wonderful day/night, baii!! Oh yeah, just because this is the only place people have a problem with me posting Niragi stuff, if you don't like it, the block button is right there, don't send me death threats or tell me to go kms. Thank you

[daisukissed]

part two of my animal crossing series

❧ pairing: todoroki shouto x gn!reader

❧ synopsis: in which your hatred towards the island's hearthrob melts into something warmer

❧ genre: headcanons, fluff

❧ warnings: cursing

- he was the talk of the town when he first came

- girls and boys were flocking in front of the residence services just to take a glimpse at him

- which annoyed you SO much cause you're trying to pay loans here

- not getting squeezed into oblivion as you try to reach the front door of the building

- it's a godsend that there were actually no signs of people inside, much thanks to bakugou's fiery personality

- so you opened the door, the cold air-conditioned room welcoming you and immediately took a look at the infamous boy that got the whole island down to their knees for him

- and,,, ,, oh wow,,, okay,,,, you kinda get the hype now,,,,,

- B U T

- just because he has a pretty face doesn't mean that he could go and make your life harder than it is

- so it's safe to say that your first impression on todoroki isn't that great </3

- which is kinda unfair to him cause it's not his fault that he's born with a good looking face!!!!

- but that's besides the point

- anyways, it's as if all of the gods above knew of your slight disdain towards the red and white haired boy, choosing to test your limits by putting you in this situation

- this situation where you're forcefully paired up with the said boy, having to share a hefty amount of your precious time with him

- cause being the island's representative and all, bakugou just had to assign you to this project on improving the island's ratings

- and of course, who could be more perfect in assisting you other than his secretary, todoroki shouto?

- "okay, you know what!!! maybe he isn't as bad as you think!!!! maybe you'll get along with him!!!!!!" you thought to yourself

- wrong.

- "todoroki-san, could you help me sort this part out?"

- "??????? ???? you can't do something this easy?"

- "todoroki-san, what do you think of this one i did?"

- "it's downright bad, honestly."

- Hlj$//&Jssl&2&/&:!2@/

- you hate him. you truly, absolutely, utterly despise him.

- funny thing is, he doesn't even know that he's doing these things to you

- bb's just honest and blunt to the core

- but you don't know that and thinks he's doing it purposely instead

- so you pay back by pulling these subtle and childish pranks

- like putting a plastic cockroach on his desk somewhere

- or ruining his coffee with handfuls of salt

- which all failed btw, you should've known this emotionless bitch would drink salted coffee like it's a normal thing smh

- somewhere along the lines of your messy interactions and one-sided hatred, you find yourself paying more and more attention to him

- like how he always plays with his fringes when bored

- or how he would always stifle this cute chuckle whenever you complain about your failed pranks

- and what!!!! noooOoo!! you're definitely not going soft for this guy wdym!!

- you definitely are

- anyways, this led to you realizing that he's actually stressed 24/7??????

- which isn't much of a surprise cause you'd be too if your boss is bakugou

- but what you don't get is why he wouldn't quit this job when there's better jobs out there outside this secluded island

- so you ask

- and he starts telling you all these details about his life like his father's high standards, the dreadful abuse, and his relationship with his mom and siblings

- "living here is much more better than staying at that house, even if it means i'll have to work day and night everyday."

- fuck!!! who's chopping the damn onions here!!!!!

- your thoughts on todoroki shifted considerably that day and so did your feelings as well

- and by that i mean the irresistible urge to burden and trouble his already chaotic life

- petty insults and arguments turned into toned down talks, stink eyes and pouts into silent respect

- you were already loosening up to him without even noticing

- it was on a fine sunday when the aloof boy seemed to be exceptionally stressed, even more so than usual

- his under eye circles were dark, his patience thin and hair disheveled, his skin pale and gray

- he kinda looked like someone who would offer you drugs in a dark alleyway ngl

- of course, you can't just let your beloved partner lose his goddamn mind over some paperworks, can't you?

- cause who will be doing all the work if he falls sick or takes a leave? definitely not you!

- you'd rather leave this island than work on this humongous project alone

- so you're totally not doing this because you were worried for him or something pfffttt

- grabbing an arm to pull him from the seat he was stuck to for days, you guide him to the outside world, the warm sunlight immediately greeting the both of you

- "y/n?? what are we doing, we got work to-"

- "i'm not working with someone who can't even think straight. we're taking the day off."

- bakugou's at the back FUMING at the disappearance of you two rn

- you start walking down the grassy field with todoroki by your side, making your way to the vast sea of blues

- the smell of wide ocean air and strong breeze hit you upon arriving at the beach, small grains of sands lying beneath your feet

- todoroki's all like: ??????? why are we at the beach????

- and you're like: to fish???? duh, we're here to relax????????

- wrong again.

- hours passed as you spent the time reeling fishes by fishes, the young boy doing the same.

- the sun had set by now, dyeing the once blue sky a beautiful orange, streaks of pink accompanying it

- "y/n it's getting late now, we should go"

- "no no no no no, i swear i'll catch something good this time"

- ..............

- "y/n that's your 33rd sea bass"

- you let out a frustrated scream as you released the slimy fish, lips pulling into a sulky frown

- "i fucking hate this day."

- standing up from the pier you were previously sitting on, you turned towards the tall boy, an unsatisfied feeling overcoming you

- and that's when you saw it.

- a gentle and kind smile. one so warm that it made you think twice if what you're seeing is in fact, real. one that made you wish would never fade away.

- todoroki shouto actually smiled

- your plan of de-stressing failed when you decided to try out fishing but the moment you saw his smile, you felt it was all worth it.

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Hinanami!

[im bad @ setting scenes >:[ the first part takes place @ the fountain]

Hajime couldn't focus on his game, how could he? Chiaki's had her head laid in his lap, concentrating on her game trying to beat her previous high score. Hajime's eyes kept shifting towards her, her occasional sniffles made him smile. He wanted this moment to last forever but it was getting late, they'd be kicked off of school grounds soon. "H-hey Nanami, I found this pretty cool cafe in Akihabara, would you, maybe, like to go with me?" he chuckled softly rubbing the nape of his neck. Chiaki hummed quietly, "It doubles as an arcade." Once she heard that she quickly turned her head to look up at him with stars in her eyes, "Really? I'd love to go, when! When! When!" She squirmed in his lap and giggled "Well we can go now but I doubt you'd want to go in your uniform, we should go home and change then meet up... If that's okay with you." Hajime's ears had turned red, maybe if she hadn't moved around so much in his lap he would've been able to keep it together. Chiaki shot up from his lap almost hitting him in the chin and turned to face him "I've never been very good at dating sims but I'll try my hardest to gain relationship points!"

"R-relationship points?! Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Well in every dating sim you get relationship points from dates you go on, I must've already raised enough friendship flags to start gaining relationship points." She gasps. "Unless there's actually a zombie apocalypse and this is just the filler! Now that I can handle."

"I have no idea what we're talking about right now."

"C'mon, we've got no time to lose."

She grabbed Hajime's hand and raced towards the school gate, relationship points? Dating sims? Hajime couldn't help it, he blushed at the thought of going on a date with Chiaki, what would he wear? What would he say? Should he bring flowers? His stomach churned, he was nervous.

They were outside of school property now, Hajime caught his breath "So, should I come pick you up? Or should we meet at the train station?"

"Let's meet at the station, it'll be more efficient that way. Bye now." She waved at him and started walking home, taking her DS out and walking, how does she not run into stuff? It's a mystery to him, he waved and watched her walk until she was too far to see, he pivoted and went home.

[Chiaki]

She threw her bag onto her bed and paused her game. She put her hands on her heart & blushed like mad, what would she wear? All she had was her uniform, merchandise and cosplay, what would normal girls wear? She thought about texting her classmates but then decided to trust what's dearest to her, video games. She booted up Kitty Powers' Matchmaker and Hunie pop on two monitors and started to play, after about 20 minutes she knew exactly what to do.

[Hajime]

Once he got home he flopped onto his bed, his mind was racing, what to do, what to do. He took off his uniform then stopped, he stared at his binder, would she mind? Would she care? Would she understand? He quickly put on a red long sleeve shirt, he felt plain in it so he put on a horde shirt on top, Chiaki probably plays The Horde...Right? He put on some loose jeans and as he was tucking his shirt in he remembered all those Tumblr posts about bisexual people tucking their shirts in, whatever, it doesn't matter. He finished cuffing his jeans and put on some converse, he tried sticking that one piece of hair down but no matter what he did it always shot back up.

Hajime: im walking to the station now

Chiaki: oki doki!! cant w8! >-< im omw 2!!

Soon enough he reached the station, he assumed she'd take a long time to get there but to his surprise she showed up two minutes later. Hajime's heart started racing, her cat thigh highs, her frilly skirt, her Resident Evil shirt, he felt as if his heart would explode and it almost did, Chiaki's hair was tied into two low pigtails, he didn't think she could get any cuter but there she is. Her jacket perfectly framed her breasts, he tried not to stare but his blush gave it all away. "H-hinata-kun? Do I look bad?" His staring must've made her self-conscious, he rushes to her side & hesitantly puts his hands on her shoulders. "I think you look perfect, not perfect like you're a god or something, BUT YOU'RE NOT UGLY, I've never seen you as ugly. Not that others do! I just think that- I'll s-stop talking." She giggled, "I understand, now let's go, my fingers are aching to play." She wiggled her fingers in Hajime's face.

Soon enough their train came, of course it was full, afterall it is a train to Akihabara, it's bound to be full. Hajime held the pole and held Chiaki close, she took out her handheld, muted it and played til they reached their destination.

(a/n: its considered rude to talk/make loud noise in trains in japan)

Hajime sighed a sigh of relief as he stepped off the train, having Chiaki pressed up against him drove him crazy. She turned to him "Lead the way Master Cheif!" She was beaming with excitment, Hajime chuckled and started walking towards the cafe before he audibly gasped, Chiaki intertwined their hands, she looked up at him and smiled, her smile was his kryptonite, he quickly turned away from her and sped up. "H-hey Hinata! Slow down! I can't keep up" Chiaki was tripping over her own feet and the cracks in the side walk, she puffed her cheeks at Hajime, which in his opinion only made her cuter. "I'm sorry Nanami, I just want to get there before they close yknow?"

"I get it, just slow down a bit." She chuckled and tilted her head at him.

They continued on, they didn't need to speak, just having each other around was enough. As they reached their destination Chiaki's eyes went wide, she could see all the games from the window, she bounced "Let's go Hinata-kun!" Chiaki dragged Hajime inside and once she stepped in her jaw dropped, she felt as if she was in a dream, she spun around, getting a good look at everything around her. She jumped onto Hajime "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Hajime hugged her tightly "I knew you'd like it here." "Like it? I love it? Let's go, c'mon" Chiaki dragged Hajime to the nearest game, he chuckled to himself, she's so quiet and reserved but when it comes to games, she's a completely different person. He thought to himself. Chiaki couldn't take her eyes off the screen, she was so focused that she had her tongue sticking out a bit in between her lips, Hajime wanted to poke it, but why? He had no reason to, he stared at her, he could barely focus on his own screen plus she was doing just fine without him, the flashing lights hitting Chiaki's soft skin made her seem unreal, the reflection of her screen in her eyes, the noises she'd make, it all made Hajime's heart flutter. "I'm gonna go get us some boba, what flavour do you want?" She stayed silent for a bit "Strawberry...probably." Her eyes didn't leave the screen, Hajime walked off to go get their boba. Once Hajime left, Chiaki felt lonely, why? He's still there, he just left to get some boba. Even though Hajime didn't do well with the game she still enjoyed his company, even if he was just standing their, but Chiaki didn't feel lonely for long, she soon felt two hands cover her eyes "Guess who?" She giggled and turned around, not caring about the game, Hajime handed her the boba and sipped on his "Wow, the games are great and so are the drinks" Chiaki held her cup with two hands and took a large sip. Hajime laughed to himself and leaned against the machine behind him, "I found DDR on the other side of the cafe, wanna have a competition?"

She gulped. "I'll wipe the floor with you!"

"Bring it on!"

They rushed to the DDR machine and discarded their empty cups, obviously Chiaki picked the hardest difficulty, Paranoia Survivor Max, hijinks ensued; Chiaki was getting a perfect score as always so Hajime decided to tickle her, it worked, she lost her combo & Hajime continued. Chiaki puffed her cheeks "Hajime, someone's stealing your phone!" Hajime quickly turned around and looked for his phone, Chiaki laughed as she continued to play, they decided to focus on their game however Hajime isn't the most graceful when it comes to DDR. Hajime ended up tripping on his shoelace and landed on top of Chiaki with a thud, he's seen enough anime to know that he's probably touching her breast or his face is in between her legs but no, this wasn't an anime. Even with Hajime on top of her Chiaki couldn't help but laugh, Hajime slowly lifted himself off the laughing girl. His hands were near her head, he was still on top of her but he didn't want to move, he's never heard her laugh like that, he bursted into laughter, he didn't care if people were staring, he was having fun, she was having fun. Chiaki started to snort, she tried stopping but the more she did the more she snorted, Hajime thought it was the most beautiful noise, cuter than her giggles, cuter than her hmph's, cuter than her sniffles, her unrestrained laughter was music to his ears. Once they both calmed down they got up off the floor and smiled at each other, they couldn't help it, it was so natural to them.

"I'm sleepy... Let's go home." She giggled softly as she grabbed Hajime's hand and laid her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her and hugged her close, in that moment, he felt perfect, no need for a talent, no need to be an ultimate, no insecurities, no doubts, he felt perfect... With her.

hhhh i hope u liek it! im not a writer but i tried my best!

[dorkzilla-exe]

Zim, Dib, and Seven Smeets

A ZaDr series: Ep 1, Hatching Day

Dib: Zim, will you come down.

Zim: *sitting on top of the fridge* DO NOT DISTURB ME WHILE I'M IN MY PANIC SPOT!

Dib: Im just-

Zim: *crying* DIBBERSON, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!

Dib: you said that an hour ago, I've got everything set up for the celebration, so at least be down before 3, ok?

Zim: wait, you did the decorating? You did EVERYTHING?! ON YOUR OWN?!

Dib: *smiles sinisterly* yes, yes I did, all on my own, probably made some mistakes in color arrangement-

Zim: LET ME SEE! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE MESSED ANYTHING UP!! *jumps down from the fridge and scurries into the living room*

Dib: works every time...

Zim: Dib, you didn't actually mess any of the decorations!?

Dib: I studied hard when you were decorating for Gaz's birthday, so I applied your decoration tactics to this room and... well... ta-daa!

Zim: you really are amazing, Dib. You know that, right?

Dib: I got the hint the day you gave me a ring-pop and asked for my hand in marriage.

Zim: I swear I didn't know it was candy, the person who sold it to me said it was worth 5,000$ and would sell it to me for 4,900...

Dib: I really didn't care about being proposed to with a candy ring, a ring is a ring to me, wether it's candy or not. Although, it is very concerning how someone managed to sell you a ring-pop for that much.

Zim: don't remind me...

Dib: would you believe me when I say I still have it?

Zim: no, I actually wouldn't.

Dib: well I do, I had it dipped in resin so it wouldn't deteriorate.

Zim: wow, how have I not noticed it?

Dib: remember that box I where keep stuff like pendants and pins? That's where the ring is.

Zim: that's sweet.

Dib: wait a minute, I just remembered we've got one more thing to do...

Zim: The Smeet's play-pen! We've gotta decorate that! Get the streamers! I've got some decorating to do!

[About an hour later]

Dib: alright, living room decorated, snacks and cake ready, little gift bags customized for every guest, flowers and other table decorations, and Zim's in the play-pen with the eggs. We are ready for the guests to arrive and it isn't even-

[Knocking from the front door]

Dib: right on cue, must be dad cause he's been early to ever other party. *answers the door* hey- uh...

Tallest Red: hello there, you must be Dib

Tallest Purple: How has Zim been? We haven't heard too much from him since he layed the eggs.

Dib: uhhhh... Hi I'm Dib Membrane, Zim's husband. Zim's been doing wonderfully, aside from the random anxiety attacks and his weekends of depression. Please come in! We have plenty of Irken friendly food and drinks ready, but remember to save some for the other guests. You two apparently aren't the only alien guests on our list.

Tallest Red: Thank you Mr. Membrane, we appreciate your hospitality. *enters with Tallest Purple*

Zim: My Tallest! I didn't expect you to be here until 10 minutes later.

Tallest Purple: see, I told you we were too early!

Tallest Red: EUGH, we could've brought the little ones Paks...

Dib: actually, we already thought of that. My Dad works at Membrane labs and designed him "Membrane Paks". They are designed to make it easier for them to identify us in a crowd, immediately begin healing if injured, ward off any diseases and illnesses, higher pain tolerance, and give them a longer life.

Zim: the only major differences are the Designs and application process. Instead of implanting electonics in abruptly, we will apply them more delicately, carefully and less painfully.

Tallest Red: hmm, I see, it would also be much easier to identify them if they ever decided to work for the Irken Empire.

Zim: i mean, you're not wrong. But I also invited here to ask for permission to retire.

Tallest Purple: retire?

Tallest Red: eumm... sure? Why not?

[1 hour later]

Dib: Dad, Gaz, the tallest, Skoodge, Tak, Tenn, Keef, Z, Zita, Clembrane, Prisinor 777 and his kids.

Dib: that seems to be about everyone, all we're missing are-

Anne: *annoyingly beating on Dib's Door* DIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIB!

Dib: Anne and Flish...

Dib: *opens the door, making Anne fall into the house*

Anne: Crikey, you've grown! You're 'bout as tall as Flishey now!

Flish: howdy, Dib. Sorry we couldn't make it to yer wedding last year.

Dib: it's ok, come on in you two.

Tallest Purple: oh yeah... we banished HER here too...

Tallest Red: I feel like Zim isn't our biggest concern anymore.

Anne: My Tallest! It's been YEARS! how've ya been!

Tallest Purple: good~

Anne: *gasp* OH MY GOSH! The eggs! Aw, they're absolutely precious! Zim, you oughta call yourself lucky! 'Lotta Irkens can't lay eggs y'know.

Zim: eheh, I know. Which is why I didn't fully expect it.

Dib: you should've seen him, he cried his eyes out the whole time and more.

Flish: Heha! sounds like Zim a'right. But don'cha get all concerned and stuff. It's completely normal to cry during egg laying. Er, from what I've heard at least.

Dib: it's official, everyone's here.

Tallest Purple: great!... Now what?

Dib: Um, we talk.

Tallest Purple: sounds boring.

Gaz: I have Videogames.

Tallest Purple: Ooo, sounds intriguing! What do you do?

Professor Membrane: son, may I speak with you for a moment?

Dib: sure.

Professor Membrane: let's go into the other room, ok.

Dib: *nods and walks into the bedroom*

Professor Membrane: something is wrong and I can tell.

Dib: *walks over to the bad, grabs a pillow, and screams in it*

Professor Membrane: I know your stressed, but everything will be just fine. I'm sure you and Zim will be great-

Dib: But what if we arent?! I work weekends at a coffee shop and Zim works at a clothing store in a mall. We can't provide for SEVEN babies! It took a lot of saving to get this party set up! I rarely get any tips and the one tip I got last weekend was from Gaz and it was a penny.

Professor Membrane: Ok, now that's just sad.

Dib: I don't know what to do! It's hard for me to get a different job, a barista was the closest I could do because I apparently make really good lattes. *sob*

Professor Membrane: have you ever considered working with me in the labs? You already know everyone there and know the place well. Plus, I could adjust your schedule so you don't have to come every day and you get paid just for being there.

Dib: you'd do that for me?

Professor Membrane: of course! You really do need the money, I could have you work as a lab assistant, but that's a little dangerous. I could put you in the mailing room? Or-

Dib: what about food service? I can cook, I can make coffee, tea, and plenty of different desserts.

Professor Membrane: that's a wonderful idea! I could make you work down at the cafeteria so your talent isn't wasted on Lattes!

Dib: Consider me hired! Ill be there tomorrow evening-

Professor Membrane: no no, you should stay home for a few days.

Dib: but dad, I-

Professor Membrane: Dibberson, I know you want to help out as soon as you can, but right now, Zim and your children need you here. Besides, it's hard to bond with a child while you're away, right?

Dib: I guess it is.

Anne: *Bursts through the door* Dib! It's about to happen! One of the eggs moved!

Dib: bwha?! Already?! I didn't think it would be this early! *runs to the living room*

Zim: Dib! There you are! Hurry over here, you don't want to miss this!

Dib: *looks over the pen* which one moved?

Zim: This one right here. *puts egg in lap*

Dib: When will they-

Zim: any moment now...

Dib: *puts hand on egg, feeling for any movement*

Zim: Dib, can I admit something before they hatch?

Dib: go ahead.

Zim: I knew about the eggs since the first day they began developing.

Dib: wanna know something? The 4 months before I helped you with the eggs, I was suspicious that you might've been pregnant. I was kinda right.

Zim: yes, yes you were. AH! DIB, IT'S HATCHING!

Dib: *removes hand, watching both the eggs hatch and his family grow before his eyes*

Zim: thank you, Dib

Dib: hm?

Zim: thank you for everything. I'll love you forever and on.

Dib: *pure panic* wait, you dont die after the eggs hatch, do you?

Zim: No, no I don't, but I'll love you longer than you'll ever know. And that's a promise.

From then and on, Zib and Dib lived a happy and eventful life with 7 beautiful Human-Irken Smeets.

The End

Zim: Or is it?

Dib: Not really, but for now, yes.

[ohnonono18]

White

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Okay, so shoes. What shoes?" Sam asked as I led her and Helen to a shoe store.

I told them the heel's height, the shoe size and that the color should be white.

"What's this for again?" Sam asked as she looked around the store.

"It's for a shoot." I replied as I browsed some shoes at a corner.

"What's the theme?" Helen asked.

"Wedding theme." I replied and I could see Sam's eye widen when she looked at me.

"Who's the groom?" Helen asked.

"Did I say that there was a groom?" I asked.

"Of course. In a wedding shoot, there is a bride and a groom." Helen started to explain.

"I wonder who's the groom." Sam said. "Just in case I need to put your boyfriend in a room so he wouldn't go berserk during your photoshoot."

"Actually, it's just him who's going to be the groom." I finally gave in and told them.

Helen gave Sam a look. Sam was confused for a moment before she opened her mouth and she slowly nodded.

"Sam, stop that." I said. "Close your mouth. I can see something else."

Sam closed her mouth and she raised an eyebrow.

Helen laughed. She probably got the reference.

"Ah, let's just get this over with." Sam said and she took a pair of shoes off a table. "Here."

"Oh, this is nice." I commented as I observed the shoes. "But I don't think it's going to be all that comfortable."

"How about this one?" Helen suggested as she showed me a pair.

"Um, I don't like the style." I said after I observed it.

"How about this one?" Sam asked with a mischievous smirk on her face as she showed me the most weirdest looking shoes I have ever seen.

"Sam!" Helen laughed as playfully smacked her on the head.

I smiled at them.

This is going to take a while.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Guys, I think we better go back to the dorm for a while. We have practice soon." Sam said as she looked at her watch.

"Yeah, we should." I agreed. "Iris and Nicky must be finished recording."

I could see Sam bite her lip in an attempt to stop laughing.

"I'm sorry." She said when she laughed out loud.

"Hoy! Don't underestimate Nicky." Helen said, seriously. "She's good at rapping."

She laughed at her own saying and Sam just laughed along.

Aish, these two. Why are you teasing our leader?

"But in all honesty though," Sam said when she finally composed herself. "I love Nicky. In a friendly sisterly way. Cause she's the best!"

"Even if she teases you a lot?" I raised an eyebrow at her as I remembered every innuendo Nicky says about Sam.

"Well," Sam said. "I'll always find a way to get revenge."

She laughed away, it was almost as if she was a villain. Evil, evil laugh.

"Hah, this is why we shouldn't leave her alone with Ilhoon." I muttered.

Two maknaes. Two evil maknaes.

Sam's not evil but she can be, besides it's Ilhoon.

It's gonna get chaotic. I just know it. Deep, deep, deeeeeeppppp down inside.

"Guys, let's go!" Helen said and we all went back to the dorm.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Okay, how about this one?" Iris asked as she showed me a pair of shoes.

After practice, we all went to find me a pair of white heels for the shoot again. This time with Iris and Nicky.

"Hey, that's good." I took it and examined it more.

"Well, there's only like two white heels in this one." Iris said. "The rest are silver."

"Hah, Silverlight!" I teased Sam and she just rose an eyebrow before she smiled.

"Wow, no reaction today?" Helen asked.

"Eh," Sam walked away and took a pair. "What about this one?"

When I saw it, I kind of liked the way it was designed.

"Try it on!" Helen said.

Actually, I tried on a lot of shoes before I finally brought one.

"Hmmm. . ." Iris said thoughtfully. "Maybe I should buy one too."

"Yeah, me too." Helen said.

"I think all of us needs one." Nicky said. "Sam needs one since you're gonna be a host in an event, right?"

"It's just a cosplay event, no biggie." Sam shrugged.

"No biggie? Who's the character you're gonna cosplay?" I asked. "The shoes depends on that character, right?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "I'm going to cosplay as Judy Hopps! From Zootopia!"

"Good luck then!" Iris said. "She doesn't really wear heels, right?"

"Yep, and my co-host is Liui Aquino and he's gonna be Nick Wilde. You know, the fox." Sam said.

"Ha, good luck. Don't let Eunkwang jealous." Nicky teased. "I heard that Liui is a really handsome guy."

"Eh, we're just good friends." Sam said. "Eunkwang knows anyway."

"Ok," I nodded. "Good luck to all of us then."

All of us has stuff to do.

Nicky is going to be featured in a talk show in a few days so I can understand why she thinks she needs a new pair of shoes.

Helen is going to be a judge in a dance show, the details are still a little rough around the edges and she's not sure if she'll take it but that doesn't mean that she shouldn't be prepared to look good whether or not she'll take the job.

Iris? She seems to be having a photoshoot too in a few days for her solo album after she finishes the recordings.

Sam is going to host a cosplay event with Liui Aquino. A host should always look good but her's is like a Halloween costume party, accuracy of the character is what she craves.

And then there's me with the wedding photoshoot with none other than my boyfriend, Lee Minhyuk, as my groom.

We all need luck.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"There! You're ready!" The make-up artist said.

"Thank you." I smiled at her before I saw her go get the first gown I was going to use.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed.

Relax

It's gonna be fine.

"Let's change into your dress?" I heard her ask and I nodded.

She helped me into my dress and after that she placed the veil on my head.

"Well, you're ready!" She said with a satisfied smile before she left to inform the photographer.

I looked at myself in the mirror and took my reflection in.

The gown was beautiful and veil just made it look gorgeous. I really felt like a real bride.

I could almost feel myself tear up but I stopped myself because I don't want to ruin the make-up artist's effort.

"Ah, she's having a moment." She nodded. "Maybe you should wait for a while."

I looked behind me and I saw her and Minhyuk at the doorway of the dressing room. Minhyuk had a bouquet of flowers in his hand and his other hand was in the pocket of his pants. He looked really charming in his tuxedo.

"Well, looks like she's done." Minhyuk said and he walked towards me to give me the flowers.

"You look beautiful." He whispered in my ear.

"Don't flatter me." I said as a warning but he just smirked.

"It's the truth." He said and he held out his arm for me to loop in. "Let's go attend the wedding?"

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Okay, look at her like she's your whole world." The photographer said and Minhyuk did what he was told.

He looked at my eyes with love and I looked back at him with the same emotion as the photographer took some pictures.

"Okay, now get closer with each other. Hands on her cheeks, Minhyuk. Okay? Look down at her lips like you're going to kiss her. You look at his lips too." The photographer said.

We did that but I can't help but think.

Did I tell you that we haven't publicly said me and Minhyuk are together? Well, now you know. And this is a very tight situation we're in. I hope Minhyuk doesn't do anything overboard. I hope I don't do anything overboard.

"Good, good. Wow, you two have so much chemistry." The photographer snapped more photos. "Now, how about a kiss?"

I looked at the photographer surprised.

What?

"Hey, isn't that a bit too much?" Minhyuk said.

At least you have the initiative to stop him. Thank you.

Because you know how we cannot control our kisses yet.

Long story, don't ask.

"This is a wedding themed photoshoot. In a wedding, there will always be a kissing scene." The photographer said.

"But isn't it going too much out of her boundary?" Minhyuk asked.

"You are an actor, you kissed a whole lot of girls onscreen. What makes kissing her any different?" The photographer asked that made my blood boil. "Unless?"

"Unless what?" I snapped. "Did you even ask me what I would feel kissing this guy?"

They both looked at me surprised.

"Look, we can just find another pose." Minhyuk tried to bargain.

"I'm sorry but I was given a list." The photographer said. "Besides, if you didn't want to get kissed in this shoot then you shouldn't have taken the job in the first place."

I sighed.

"Also, why are you even so concerned about this?" The photographer asked Minhyuk.

Well, this escalated quickly. We need an escape route fast and not let anyone know.

"Okay, okay." I said before Minhyuk can reply. "I'll do it."

I nodded and looked at Minhyuk.

"We'll do it."

Minhyuk bit his lip before he nodded slowly.

"Okay, then." The photographer nodded. "Just take your time, indulge in the moment."

Minhyuk cupped my cheek and looked directly at my eyes, he looked a little worried.

"You sure?" He whispered and I just nodded.

Let's get this done.

He kissed my lips and I could hear the clicking of the camera.

Be satisfied, Mr. Photographer! Because I am not doing this again!

I started to kiss back and I could almost feel it becoming heated.

Oh, his lips.

"Okay, okay!" The photographer called. "Break it up, lovebirds!"

I opened my eyes and I pulled away.

"Thanks for the great poses." The photographer said. "Dismissed!"

I sighed.

Yes! Finally over!

I started to walk towards the dressing room and I started to put on my normal everyday clothes to meet up with the girls.

But before that, I checked my phone for a while and saw that Sam has a text message: I kinda have a weird feeling about this photoshoot. Be careful!

Aigooo, this kid and her sixth sense. But somehow they always end up true, you know? I think I'll just be careful.

I put my phone in my bag and was about to leave the room when the door opened and Minhyuk went in.

"Sorry about awhile ago." He apologized.

I nodded a bit.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for almost losing my temper." I said with a sheepish grin.

He touched my chin and made me look up at him before he placed a kiss on my lips.

When we pulled away, we smiled at each other.

"How would you feel about announcing our relationship to the public?" He asked.

"Hah, you're so daring." I chuckled. "But it would be great that we can stop this charade with people already if we do announce our relationship."

I took a deep breath.

We should really stop this.

"Well, not right away." He suggested. "We'll think about it then maybe plan it. Ask advice from our managers and our members."

I nodded and I hugged him, he hugged back and he gently stroked my hair.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

We stayed like that for a while like the world stopped for us.

I wish when we finally reveal it to the public it would turn out like the white satin fabric of the gown: pure and almost faultless. Nothing to hide finally.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The End

[punkscowardschampions]

Isabelle & Savannah & Jac

Isabelle: Hellooo??? Isabelle: How did you not see my comment when it was like, a second after posting 😂 Isabelle: must be doing something fun 😝 Savannah: Hi Is, J isn't looking at her phone right now Savannah: it's not personal Savannah: but why isn't for me to say Isabelle: Oh, okay Isabelle: Is she okay? Isabelle: Aren't you together rn? Savannah: Of course Savannah: it's up to her if she wants to share the details of her love life with you though Isabelle: Oh, so you're with a boy Isabelle: Cute! Isabelle: Who is it, she didn't tell me she liked anyone rn Savannah: As I said a second ago, I can't tell you, if she wants to, she will Savannah: I'm not here to gossip Isabelle: I'm not trying to gossip Isabelle: What are you guys up to then? Savannah: We're just hanging out, we've both been feeling a little down lately, you know? Isabelle: Oh, I'm sorry 😔 Isabelle: We should all do something fun this weekend Savannah: I may have a family thing, I'll message you if I can get out of it Isabelle: 👍 No worries, whenever we're all free Jac: Sorry, Is Jac: just saying goodnight to Shane Jac: how are you? Savannah: that boy DID NOT want to leave Savannah: it's sweet when they're so open about it Jac: 🤭 he's adorable Isabelle: You had Shane over? Savannah: Ty invited him because he was over all these missed connections between them & just wanted to get together Savannah: isn't that the cutest thing you've ever heard? Isabelle: Wow, so cute Isabelle: I literally had no idea...how? Jac: Omg 🙈🙈🙈 So embarrassed Jac: It was one of those things, just kinda happened, you know? Jac: I'm sure I told you? We're ALWAYS talking Savannah: She definitely would've mentioned something Isabelle: Guess I just can't remember Savannah: You do have a lot going on, it's understandable Isabelle: What??? Savannah: you're super busy Savannah: all that sport you do Isabelle: I'm not too busy for you guys Isabelle: it's only as much as I normally do Jac: Of course, but we don't like, expect too much from you or anything, babe Jac: we get it Savannah: ^^ Savannah: If my mum was always on at me about my grades like yours is, I'd be stressed too Jac: Totally Jac: and she's not wrong, it's super important Jac: we've all got a lot on Jac: and nothing 'official' had happened between me and Shane before now, so it's cool you don't remember 😙 Savannah: & boys NEVER come first anyway Savannah: Jac isn't like that Savannah: I know you aren't either Isabelle: No, totally Isabelle: friends are much more important Isabelle: but I think I should tell you now, even though it's like, less than nothing Isabelle: but me and Shane have like Isabelle: talked Isabelle: 'til really recently, and it was kind of flirty, I think Savannah: 😔 Isabelle: I'm sorry Isabelle: I had no idea you were even thinking of being a thing Isabelle: and I bet he wasn't even, like I've totally misread it, clearly Savannah: I'm sorry for J that you've decided to say this now after the great night she's just had Savannah: why would you want to bring her down when I told you earlier on in this conversation that she's been struggling? Isabelle: That isn't what I was trying to do Isabelle: I just don't want it to be like a weird secret between us or Isabelle: I don't know Isabelle: I'm wrong, so wrong, like it was just him being nice Savannah: It's so not cool, Isabelle Savannah: he is really nice Isabelle: I wasn't like, throwing myself at him Isabelle: it was only ever talking Isabelle: I just Savannah: I'm not accusing you of anything, but Jac was really happy & now she's not Savannah: that upsets me too, of course Isabelle: Jac, I'm so, so sorry Isabelle: what can I do? Jac: I don't know why you even said it Jac: You were with Nathan for ages, Sav has Ty Jac: and if I even show interest in a guy you wanna take that from me? Jac: I dunno, seems pretty low, tbh Savannah: Baby, don't put yourself through it, it's bad enough that she's trying to Savannah: 😢 Savannah: & that's such a good point, how are you over Nathan this fast, Is? Savannah: it honestly doesn't sound like you are Savannah: Shane doesn't play games, okay? You shouldn't look to him for that Isabelle: Come on, that's not fair Isabelle: you know I want you to be happy Jac, and I'm not trying to stand in the way of that at all Isabelle: I'm happy for you, seriously Isabelle: just tell me how I can make it up to you Jac: I don't know Jac: I'm feeling really drained now Jac: we might just go to bed Savannah: Being honest, maybe we should Isabelle: Guys 😓😟 Isabelle: I'm just trying to fix what I did Savannah: I know I've been harsh but it comes from a place of love, wanting you to make better decisions than this Savannah: I'm sorry, Is Isabelle: I know, it's all on me Isabelle: I just thought, well I'd want to know if it were me Savannah: The difference is, Jac wouldn't try to flirt with a boy that you're clearly into Savannah: so it wouldn't happen to you Jac: Are you saying you like Shane then, Is? Jac: Or are you accusing my sister of something here? Savannah: 😟 Jac: If it makes you happy, Is, I'll talk to Jude Jac: and I won't see Shane again Jac: that's fine Isabelle: What? No! Isabelle: I was just surprised about Jude, when I said anything, I wasn't trying to accuse anyone Isabelle: I want you to be happy, I said, I don't want you to do that Savannah: Surprised why? Savannah: that really sounds like you're saying something about Jude Isabelle: Surprised at him, then Isabelle: I didn't think he was dating again Isabelle: that's all I meant, really Savannah: I'm so glad you didn't mean that like, you think she's not good enough for him or something Isabelle: I'd never say that Savannah: you should be careful with what you are saying though, how it has the potential to come across to people who don't know you as well as we do Jac: ^^ Because it sounds like, if a boy ever even talks to you, you think you can lay claims Jac: you don't need to make other girls your enemy, it's such a limiting mindset, you're better than that, you know Savannah: ^^ 👏 Isabelle: You guys know I'm not like that, right? Savannah: of course, honey Savannah: Ty's spoken to you hundreds of times & you'd never go after him Isabelle: I 💗 you both too much to ever do anything to risk what we have Savannah: that's so sweet, Is Jac: ❤❤❤ Isabelle: So we're okay again? 💗💗💗💗 Isabelle: What do you wanna do, when we're all free, shall we go shopping? Isabelle: Whatever you two want

[livelovelaug-h]

Normal life? Nice try trickster

Dean x reader

A/n: This is for @supernatural-jackles #Weekly Writing Challenge. The line is "you cant ignore me forever" it'll be in bold.

"yea well I wish I never had this life and I wish I never met you."

*snap*

You were sitting in a chair at a desk??? You narrow your eyes what the heck?? Where were you. You heard phones ringing. You looked around and right behind your desk you saw Someone familiar. "Sam?"

"Hey y/n what's up?"

" whats up? Or more like what are we doing here."

"working?" He laughs. "how much did you have to drink last night?"

"drink? I didn't drink last night. Actually I can't remember anything about last night after we got back from a hunt"

"a hunt? You shot an animal? And who's we"

"no what ? Me, you and Dean."

"Dean, the boss?

"boss? What ?"

"Sam you guys are going to get in trouble for talking"

"who are you?"

"y/n it's Ian, are you high? Wouldn't be the first time" He laughs.

"no I don't do drugs."

He huffs a laugh "yes you do, we smoked last week at that party."

"what? No I didn't even know you last week."

"everything okay over here?"

"Dean?" "your hair's different" you whispered but they all still heard.

"I don't think shes feeling very well today." Sam says.

"since when do we work here? " You asked.

"...................did you hit your head or something?"

"actually -."

"why don't you take a sick day. I'll see if Brad can come get you. Let's go to my office."

You pick up your jacket and phone. "Brad? Who's Brad?" Following Dean to his office. He shuts the door.

"is something going on I should know about."

"no but something doesn't feel right about this place."

"you mean work?"

"yeah we don't even work here. I mean what even is this place?"

He stared at you with a confused face "Look I don't know if you're doing drugs or something but it isn't appropriate do to them before or at work okay? I texted Brad and he said he'll be here in 10."

You got sad. Why was he being so mean. You just whispered a quiet "okay".

Some guy came in asking if you were okay. He was about 6'1, skinny and looked like a normal guy. No plaid.

"um, I'm fine."

"okay let's get you home then." He started walking towards the door and you stared at Dean, you didn't want to leave him. You didn't know why but it hurt to leave a little something still felt off.

In the car it was quiet for awhile until you spoke up "so how do I know you?"

He rose an eyebrow and looked at you "are you that high?"

"I'm not high at all, clearly."

"sure and you Know me because we're dating."

"mmm-hhhm for how long ?".

"i don't know if I should be offended or not."

"I just feel like something's wrong or different i dont know."

"maybe you need to get a good night's sleep. More than 5 hours."

"yeah that sounds good."

You went in and laid on the couch since you didn't want to share the bed. "Why are you laying there Lets go to bed." He said.

"no! I mean no it's okay I wanna try here."

He frowned. "Okay then good night." He kissed your lips quickly and it felt so wrong.

Morning time -

You woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. You totally forgot where you were previously so you called out deans name. "Dean?"

"y/n? Are you awake?" You walked into the kitchen still groggy. You got a little startled when you seen Brad and not Dean.

"ready for breakfast?" Brad asked giving you a big kiss on the cheek.

"ha ha you know what I'm not feeling that hungry I'm just gonna head out." You were about to head out when you seen you were still in your clothes from yesterday. You quickly found your room and changed, seeing a paper with the name of your work and the address you took it and walked out. After about 26 minutes of walking you got to work. "y/n your running late." The girl at the front desk says.

"really?"

"only about 5 mins."

"okay thank you." You got to the 8th floor clocked in and went to your desk. Apparently you had a meeting 5 minutes ago probably about 10 now. You ran in and Dean spoke up

"nice of you to join us y/n." All eyes were on you now. Dick move.

"uh, yeah I'm sorry I walked to work today." He nodded but still looked a little angry. "That's okay, you can just do this week's article then right?"

Article?? "Um, but I just do sales."

"yeah but Josh can help you. Also, I need it by Thursday afternoon." You looked at the time and date on your; Tuesday 9:45 am. Great so only about two day.

"okay yeah." You say. Why does he hate you so much. Your lunch break was at 12:20 and apparently you had another meeting at 1 p.m. You were running a little late since you had to walk to go get breakfast, quickly jogging into the building, you bumped into someones shoulder knocking there drink over them and the floor. "I am so so sorry." You looked and saw that it was Dean. Great he already hated you. You pick up the cup and say "I'll buy you a new I didn't mean-"

"it's fine." You can see the anger in his eyes. "Oh.... alright. Well here's some napkins." You were holding napkins still from your lunch so you used those and started dabbing his shirt. "I got it alright." He said with a little venom in his voice.

"ooo-kaay." You say on the verge of tears. The next day you went to his office to give him a coffee and his response was " I don't like that kind. Back to work." Wow that was cold. The next three days were hard after that, you tried to avoid Dean at all cost.

Your three day streaks ended this morning when you walked into the elevator with Dean and some girl following. It looked like he was going to say anything but then glared at you so you looked away. He was kissing her the whole way up to the 8th floor. "See you later baby."

And now about 3 hours later hes calling you into his office....

You didn't say anything walking into his office and you didn't really look in his eyes or at his face much.

"please sit down." You did as told.

"So we've been on a small budget at the moment and sadly... You're one of the people that are getting laid off."

Seriously??? "Is this because of the coffee? I didn't mean it."

"it's not because of that."

"....okay."

"your last name is Friday and I would still like the article by Thursday afternoon." You wanted to cry.

"why do you hate me so much?" You whispered.

"it's not about hate it's about having a small budget." He gives you one of those fake smile with a shrugs.

"yes you do I see it in your eyes when you look at me."

"it's not hate it's just you're like a kid to me, always messing up, always having to clean up your messes. You haven't grown up yet." You were surprised to say the least.

It was like a wave energy just hit you

"you still act like a kid, you havent grown up yet. always messing up, and I'm always having to clean up your messes."

You remember Dean saying that to you before. The whole arguments came to you in pieces.

"you said that to me before."

"what?"

"I knew this wasn't right. you have to remember so we can get out of here"

"look if this is your way of trying to get your job back-"

"no, you know you remember. I said I didn't want to have that life anymore and then bam I wake up here. Trickster." The surrounding changed and you were in a completely empty diner sitting across from Dean and the trickster.

"I really thought you would be the first one to get it but not this time." He said to you.

"what?"

"deano over here got it this morning."

"what? And you didn't tell me?"

"I just wasn't sure if you remembered it yet."

"no you did know.... You kissed that girl right in front of me."

"yeah that was just a bonus" the trickster laughed.

"okay, okay I was still mad." You shake your head "so what you thought it would make me jealous?" He shrugged.

"okay." Your about to get up when the trickster speaks up "alright the point of that you bozos was that no matter how Angry you guys were you still Remembered and you definitely didn't want that life y/n."

"yes I do, you just did it wrong it would have been way better if I didn't have to see Him"

"oh please." Dean says.

"Would you two idiots just put that stuff behind you and move on. You still care about each other." You snickered. He snapped his fingers and you started choking, you flung your hands to your throat.

"stop your hurting her." Dean yells causing him to snap again, causing you to breath again. "Tell me that's not caring." He says and disappears.

"Ughhh" you walk over to leave but the doors were locked. "Oh come on!" You sat all the way across the room from Dean. It was quiet for a minute when Dean spoke up "you can't ignore me forever."

Silence. You didn't answer. After another minute you finally spoke up: "was she good in bed?" He squinted his eyes at you.

"I didn't sleep with her."

"that's surprising."

"you know you went home with someone too."

"yeah but I at least know how to control myself." He got mad but didn't say anything.

"I slept on the couch."

" wh-"

"I slept there because he wasn't you, it felt wrong."

"yeah it did for me too." You looked over towards him. You were caught off guard when he asked "do you really hate me?"

You slowly made your way towards him "hmm idk that depends.... Do you? Or do you think I always mess things up?"

"look, I was mad and I just said somethings"

"you didn't answer the question." He started slowly making his way to you now.

"we all have messes even me and Sam, you know that. but we all help to clean it up." He reaches you. "I missed you " he says.

"I'm sorry y/n for the what I said. I love you with all my heart, i didn't mean any of it. Please forgive me." He grabbed a flower from one of the tables and put it in your hand holding your other hand. You smiled that stuff girly smile and your heart melted at his actions.

"I apologize too it wasn't just you I said some things too. And I forgive you Dean."

"Good because I forgive you too." He said grabbing your face and kissing you. It was rushed but it was the type of kiss where you poured all of your feelings into it. You missed his lips and his hands on your face. You both heard "took you guys long enough." You pull away to laugh but Dean pulls you back to his mouth.

[zealynstan]

Unlabeled Interview Part 4

Isabelle: Umm... Okay, so I wanna go back on a little bit about why I like this podcast is I can get a little deeper than what people see on social media.

Zealyn: Yeah. Mhm.

Isabelle: And what people see- umm... the stuff that we choose to share. So, for you, being an artist now, what's something that is in your daily life and that's part of the artist life that you either struggle with that most people wouldn't expect would be part of your life?

Zealyn: Oh my goodness! I think that the... hands down, the biggest struggle of an artist, especially- I have so many ideas through my head I want to do so much and the only thing that holds me back from doing things is money. Like that's- being an artist is expensive. It's every song costs x amount of dollars and every video you wanna do costs x amount and every tour you wanna do costs this and every- I mean, everything's so expensive and think that if I had a bank, which is usually a label, I think that if I had a bank, life would be so much easier and creativity would flow more because I'd be able to do every idea I think of.

Isabelle: Yeah.

Zealyn: But now I need to only choose... my- the most important things to me. I need to be very "pick and choose" and careful and make the most of everything, but I think that- was that the question? Was that-

Isabelle: That was the question. Yeah yeah.

Zealyn: Kinda.

Isabelle: Did I asked you- Yeah, I think I asked you. That was the question.

Zealyn: Right? And you said it was like the hardest thing an artist for me right now or something?

Isabelle: Yeah, people don't like- see people think- I think people think... that we're doing really well financially.

Zealyn: Yeah! Yeah. Totally, and I don't blame them for thinking that because on Instagram, I don't think I portray myself- you know what I mean like-

Isabelle: The pictures look professional.

Zealyn: Right! Exactly.

Isabelle: and everything looks glamorous and smooth.

Zealyn: Yeah.

Isabelle: So most people would look at that and say, "Wow! She's living a great life and she must be doing really well and she must be frolicking on the beach all the time." You know.

Zealyn: Right.

Isabelle: No!

Zealyn: But it's what people are seeing is a very well thought out and really "well cared for" process. And, you know, even it looks nice and it looks expensive and that's the point. I wanted to do that. I care about my brand, I care about my work, so I put everything I can into what I'm doing. So I'm glad that if people think, "Oh! She's-"

Isabelle: Yeah. The music is supposed to transport you like-

Zealyn: Yeah!

Isabelle: Even Instagram and social media, that's almost an art form because you are transporting people into thinking almost like of a fantasy life where maybe, you know, your music is taking them through a journey they need to go through and taking them out of their own problems that they're going through in their own life.

Zealyn: Yeah.

Isabelle: So all the pictures and everything represents almost like this illusion.

Zealyn: Mhm.

Isabelle: Which isn't a bad thing, that's why we love music because-

Zealyn: It's art! It's photography, it's an expression and I love it. I love all of it and umm... But yeah, if there's like an artist watching who's just like, "Ahh, your music is- I love music but I can't afford it." Like, I understand and I got ya like-

Isabelle: Yeah.

Zealyn: Every artist starts with nothing, you know, so-

Isabelle: A pen and a paper and maybe a friend who's gonna help them produce a song.

Zealyn: Exactly. And that's the other thing, I'm very thankful for so many friends and photographers and musicians who have helped me along the way and umm... yeah. It makes a huge difference.

Isabelle: That's like... we couldn't do what we do without so many supporters.

Zealyn: Oh yeah.

Isabelle: Whether it's friends who shoot photos for free, produce- those who produce your song for free, friends who are musicians who are like, "We'll lend you my, you know, I'll play guitar for you for an hour or for a show-"

Zealyn: Oh yeah.

Isabelle: We wouldn't be able to do any of this. There are very few people who can do it all like very few. And if you are in a position of... maybe you wanna be a songwriter, maybe you wanna be a dancer, maybe you wanna make videos of your own or produce a play or anything, don't be afraid to ask people. I think that's something that we do a lot of. We are always asking people to help us. So and... don't ever be afraid to say yes to something even if it doesn't pay or even if, you know, you don't make anything off of it, it's not about you. I think we can both attest that every single experience we've been a part of has helped us in some way.

Zealyn: Yeah. Absolutely. Oh for sure. But then also the flip side, if I ask someone if they can help me out with something at a low cost and they say, "No, I'm sorry.", that's fine. That's totally fine. We get it, everyone needs to make money, everyone's gotta support themselves. So I just think that- I think that money needs to be a more of an okay topic to talk about like it's okay. "Oh, you can't do this gig." That's totally fine, I understand or, you know, anyways-

Isabelle: Yeah, yeah. And to bring that to- you know, I'm really inspired by Zealyn because I'm about to go on my first tour in the summer and she's already been on one massive tour. Right, one? One big massive tour?

Zealyn: One. 2017.

Isabelle: And then- yeah, as Zealyn. And then, she's going on another tour. If she is near you, you have got to see her. I promise you like I do not "up" this many people about live performance and she is-

Zealyn: Aww.

Isabelle: She's one of the best so what are the dates you're going on tour?

Zealyn: Uhh so, we're splitting it up more this year so 10 days in May, 10 days in June and 10 days in August. And actually, some people are hearing this for the first time.

Isabelle: Oooh!

Zealyn: So we're doing Midwest in May, East Coast in June, West Coast in August. So umm...

Isabelle: Wow.

Zealyn: Yeah, not all the dates have officially been announced but they will soon. So yeah.

Isabelle: And go support her because I know, because I've called her many times, freaking out about budget. It's really expensive to go and get in a bus and take all of your musicians and pay for their food and pay for everything upfront. Like, if you could spare 10 or 20 dollars to go see a show like it goes so far and so, if you're on the fence, just know that- like that money, we normally don't make a dollar if anything, we go in the red from tours. If you can support her, just know that it goes so much further than, you know, just seeing her show, it goes beyond that for sure.

Zealyn: Aww thanks.