#whoever go next xxxx

[mavrintarou]

[11:16 PM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

It's been a while since I last posted about Omi-Omi. Happy (belated) Valentine's Day!

Warning: mild angst but reconciled and happy smut (18+)

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Kiyoomi set his gym bag in the usual spot of his apartment. Tonight, his home felt unusually cold and empty.

Switching the lights on, he is met with two floating balloons and a bag with red and pink hearts printed all over it.

He let out a chuckle and grabbed the bag, pulling out the tissue paper that was stuffed inside. He found all sorts of chocolate inside, his favorite chocolates.

Happy Valentine’s Day, jerk.

Y/n

Kiyoomi released a deep sigh. He and Y/n had gotten into an argument two nights ago, he couldn’t even remember what it was about. But it was 48 hours of silence from Y/n, 48 hours of emptiness.

The phone line rang repeatedly until it went to her voicemail.

He’s sent her three texts and they were left unread.

“C’mon…” he whispered, pacing around his place. “Pick up, please…”

A click came from the other line and he exhaled, “Y/n, thank goodness, where – “

“Hi, this isn’t Y/n but I’m her coworker!”

Kiyoomi frowned, and growled, “where is Y/n?”

“We are at a company dinner and she’s here… a little intoxicated…”

Kiyoomi could hear mumblings in the background, “… who is it…”

“Where are you guys?” he asked, heading to the shoe rack to put his shoes on.

He heard muffling but couldn’t hear clearly.

“… don’t tell him where I am…”

“… he’s mean and I don’t – I don’t wanna see him right now…”

His heart dropped.

“Hi, hello? Are you still there? Omi? Is this Omi with a white heart emoji next to your name? The Omi that is mean?”

“Yes,” Kiyoomi answered defeatedly, “this is Omi.”

“Look,” whoever this person on the other line whispered, “she keeps saying you are mean and she doesn’t want to see you but I secretly know she does, women to women, she wants to see you… we’re… we’re at the XXXX restaurant.” She paused before whispering loudly, “come get your girl!”

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Kiyoomi’s strides were only half their usual length, and he inserted a two-second pause between each step. Y/n, with a gloomy mood, followed four feet behind him.

Arriving at the restaurant, he discovered her sitting sadly at the end of the table, all alone. Her colleagues were accompanied by their partners, but Y/n was left by herself. Kiyoomi felt a lump of guilt in his throat; he should have been there with her.

Their most recent argument stemmed from this issue. Y/n had requested him to cut short his training if possible for one night, but he declined, emphasizing the priority of his training.

“I’m simply asking if you could leave an hour earlier, or even thirty minutes early to make it to dinner, if it’s feasible. Can you not even manage that?” Her voice was tinged with angst.

“No, you understand how important my training is. I can’t simply leave early for something like this.”

Something like this…

Now, he felt the full weight of guilt engulfing him.

He halted and glanced back, noticing that Y/n had also come to a stop, gazing into the distance. Following her gaze, he spotted a small shop with claw and capsule machines.

He is reminded of his snarky comment about her liking such stupid things.

Walking up to her, he waited until she looked at him. “Let’s go,” he said jerking his head towards the shop.

Her cheeks were still rosy from the alcohol, her eyes weren’t as lively as they should be. “No,” she grumbles, looking away with a pout. “It’s just stupid stuff,” she attempted to walk around him when he caught her wrist and began tugging her towards the store. “What are you doing?”

He ignores her question and tugs her gently along until they get to the change machine. Stuffing a few bills inside to exchange for tokens. “What would you like?”

She looked at the handful of tokens and then his eyes, and with a weary tone she asked, “why are you doing this?”

“Because you like it and it makes you happy,” his tone is gentle and careful, “and I want to see you happy.” He puts a handful of tokens in her palm. “Go, show me what makes you happy.”

Still pouty, she closed her fingers around the token and walked around him.

Kiyoomi smiled to himself, knowing deep down she was excited.

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“Are you satisfied with your wins?” He stared at the bag full of plushies and capsule toys.

Y/n nodded, restraining a bright smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Seizing the opportunity, Kiyoomi extended his left hand, asking, “can you hold my hand?” He let out a quite breath when she placed her palm in his. They walked side by side in silence.

“Where are we going?” she asked quietly.

“Let’s go grab some junk food at 7/11 and... my place?” He prayed she would come over but instead, she looked at him as if he had two heads. Chuckling, he knew why she was looking at him weirdly. He was completely against eating any junk food, let alone anything from a convenience store. “A little junk food won’t kill me.”

“It might make you sick though?”

“Shh, don’t jinx me like that.”

.

Sure enough, it did make him feel sick.

All he ate was a cup of instant ramen, and within less than an hour, he started experiencing stomach churning.

“I told you,” Y/n scolded, yet concern was written all over her face. She quickly ushered him to lie down on the couch.

If it meant for Y/n to nurse him and show him affection again, the stomach ache was worth it.

He groaned, “it hurts…”

Digging through her purse, she tried to look for her pill box. “Here, take this medication. It’ll help with the tummy ache.”

He accepted the small pill and popped it into his mouth, taking it down with water. He grabbed her hand, “rub my tummy like you did that one time.”

Y/n hesitated, staring at him suspiciously before reaching to push his shirt up to reveal his abdomen. She ignored the ripples of muscles and put pressure on a certain area of his body.

Kiyoomi groaned, feeling instant relief.

She reached for his hand and placed it with hers, “when you have a tummy ache, always press this pressure point.”

She was about to stand up when he stopped her. Panicking he asked, “wait, where are you going?”

“I’m just going to make you some rice soup.”

He still pouted, watching her walk away to his kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned with a bowl of steaming contents. “Bland, just the way you like it,” she mentioned, taking a seat on the edge of the couch. “How is your stomach feeling?”

“It’ll feel a lot better if you do it…”

Y/n scoffed and slapped his hand away, “you’re such a baby.”

“Correction, I’m your baby…”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, “who are you and what have you done to Kiyoomi?”

Kiyoomi’s lips turned downwards. “Omi…” he corrected quietly. When she doesn’t respond he bites his lips nervously. “I’m sorry.”

Her brow raised, and she looked at him as if she didn’t comprehend what he was saying.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, louder this time. “I have been a jerk and insensitive to you… I have not been compromising and mean to you and I’m sorry,” he bowed his head. “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore. I’ll do better, I promise. Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked at his last part of his sentence.

“Leave you? Who said I was leaving you?”

“But you didn’t want to see me?”

Y/n frowned, confused. “When did I say that?”

“Earlier on the phone, I heard you telling your coworker that you didn’t want to see me…” very quietly he added, “that hurt my feelings.” He felt childish but he wanted to be honest.

“I didn’t want to see you is very different from I’m leaving you,” Y/n clarified. She sighed, running a hand through her hair before reaching for the bowl of soup. She blew to cool the spoonful of soup before bringing it to his mouth. “I said that I didn’t want to see you because I knew I would give in and forgive you.”

He swallows the soup before asking, “please forgive me?”

“I saw your face so I already forgave you.”

He couldn’t ignore the cheering in his mind. “Do you really mean it? You forgive me for being a jerk?”

“Yes, you jerk.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“But you called yourself that too?” Y/n countered, shoving a spoonful of soup into his mouth. “Eat and feel better.”

Kiyoomi smiles, “… kiss me, that would really make me feel better.”

The corner of her lips tugged upward, “you sly jerk…”

He sits up, bringing his face close to hers. “Please, a kiss?”

She pecks his lips.

He pouted, “that’s not a kiss.”

“Yes it is, my lips touched yours.”

He blinked and then frowned, “that was hardly a kiss…”

Y/n raised a brow, challenging him, “then what’s a kiss to you then?”

And he showed her.

He cupped her face, tilting it before pressing his lips against hers. As soon as she gasped, he slipped his tongue in, meeting hers in a tango.

“Omi…” Y/n breathed, pushing him away to catch a breath.

His lips continued to her jaw and down her neck. “Please Y/n…” he begged, tugging at her tucked-in dress shirt. He pulls away and looks at her with dark pupils, waiting for her consent.

She launched at him, knocking him onto his back once more. Her mouth moved hungrily against his as she tugged at his clothes.

“I’m not going anywhere…” he chuckled.

“You will be if you don’t take help take our clothes off…”

Their clothes lay carelessly on the ground seconds later.

Y/n raised herself and straddled his lap. She rocked her hips, gliding her pussy along the length of his cock.

Kiyoomi hissed loudly as his hands gripped her hip tightly, nails digging into her hip bone. “Don’t –“ he choked, “don’t tease me…” He didn’t miss the smirk on her lips.

Having enough of not being inside of her already, Kiyoomi flipped them and shifted her underneath him. His hand found one of hers and threaded their fingers together, clasping tightly. He searched her eyes and she answered by lifting her hips.

“Haa, you’re going to be the death of me,” he sank his cock into her sweet pussy.

He waited a few seconds, savoring the intimate bond. Kiyoomi peers down at her before pressing his forehead against hers and without breaking eye contact, he whispers, “I love you.”

He doesn’t express those three words as frequently as he ought to, but he can observe the way her eyes illuminate when he does. “I love you, Y/n…” he repeated, rocking his hips slowly but deeply. “I know I don’t say it often enough for you but you are my everything… and I never want to be without you again…”

Y/n released a soft whimper and cupped his face, connecting their lips. “I love you too, Omi…”

It was soft lovemaking.

Each rock of his hips was gentle with care, with love.

“Let’s cum together?”

Y/n nodded, tightening her arms around his shoulders and soon their bodies trembled in release.

Kiyoomi pulls Y/n up and they sit down, still connected very intimately. He reached for the bag of chocolate, took a piece, and unwrapped it before placing it into her mouth. Then, he helped himself to a piece as well.

“Thank you for the chocolate,” he murmurs.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Omi.”

. . .

E/n: Going back to Teo now...

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

{Falsifier}

Episode 1: ♡Deluder♡

《Waking up in a body familiar, but uncanny, you unknowingly save an Idol with twins》

《Warnings: Genderbend Ai, Ai Lives Au! Possible yandere. The story is for fun, more warnings to add later.》

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《Deluder: To cause to hold a false belief; deceive thoroughly.》

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WAKING UP in a body that wasn't your own wasn't something you enjoyed.

It felt like you were in bed. The next, sitting on the sidewalk with keys that didn't look like your own hanging on your wrist.

The feeling of the metal was cold and woke you from your thoughts.

Your skin felt like a rubber suit, or painted on... The sensation filled you with fear, so you did what any reasonable person would do.

You screamed in terror, jumping up in down while patting your skin and clothes on your back.

It was some work uniform that you had never seen in your entire life?!

While flailing about, you stop when people shot you weird looks. Judgment was very present in passer-buyers eyes. You shoot a nasty gaze right back at them, before turning around and seeing your reflection through a shop glass window.

It was you!

But, not exactly...

Your eyes were big and sparkly, hair was perfect, even after your panic attack. The clothes you wore were only slightly ruffled and a bag that you didn't own, hangs from your shoulder. T

You felt sick.

So you threw up on the concrete. You almost choked on your puke because you wanted to laugh at the shocked and horrified people that saw you spilling out chunks of black and purple.

Whoever's body you were in had eaten some weird-looking stuff. Gross.

Wiping your mouth of the residue and gagging at the taste in your mouth. Listening carefully to the sounds around you, which was some cheesy-sounding pop music.

You look up from your puddle of vomit and see a boy wearing your same uniform. Visibly weirded out by you, yet asks you if you were okay.

As if a switch was inside you, you felt like your body and mind were no longer in one.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little too excited, I got a new apartment so I have to deal with all the moving stuff."

The guy nodded politely, but his face lit up when seeing a poster nearby.

"Ah, I forgot! It's your day off tomorrow, right? Maybe you'll feel better by then!"

The boy was smaller than you, with short choppy hair and big yellow eyes. That's not a normal eye color, but they looked too real to be contacts.

You want to go home. Or to the godamn new home, your doppelgangers body had just bought!

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"I hated today..." You groan, feeling whatever food was in the stomach of this body swish and gurgle in unpleasantness.

After digging around the bag that wasn't yours. You find a phone, I.D., wallet, and a note.

[Apartment number xxx, street xxxxx, keypad xxxx]

God or whoever, clearly had a love-hate relationship with you.

After walking inside the apartment complex, you smile proudly at yourself.

Look at you! Tired and scared shitless and finding possibly your forever home! Great.

Walking to your room number, you notice someone concealed in dark clothes following after you. Stopping at your neighbors' apartment. Quietly mumbling to themselves as they played with something in their pockets.

Weirded out. You ignore them before looking down at your doorstep.

You feel your eyes widen, a fond yet tired smile masking your face.

Someone left cookies on your doorstep in plastic tupperware.

Maybe.. Maybe that weirdo that was following you was your neighbor!

And you were just brushing off his kindness?!

Damn, now you felt like a ass.

Using all the energy you had left in your system. You hold the container close to your chest.

A friendly smile on your face as you walk over to over clothed man.

You call out to him happily. "Hey! I just wanted to say-!"

The door your neighbor who was standing in front of the door opens.

Your supposed "neighbor" pulls out a knife-

You throw up all over the attacker.

"AUGH! WHAT THE-!" Their weapon falls to the floor as a sickening *crack!* resounds in the hallway.

The attacker's body falls to the floor, vomit mixed with blood staining their hoodie.

Spit dribbles down your mouth, your body finally collapses due to all the stress in your system. Your eyes become blurry with tears or sweat.

You hope once you become unconscious that you'll wake up back in your actual body.

Unaware of the audience that watched you from their doorway.

Their star-eyed pupils become big at your fallen, disgusting form. The beats of your heart barely beating. Which caused your actual neighbor's heart to combust.

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[Hey! I'm gonna try something new! Please comment, art, heart and reblog enjoy!]

[aithusarosekiller]

Following on from the last post 🥰

The political parties my versions of the marauders characters would vote for in this election but I choose to not make the emeralds boys or Pete awful people because I would NOT type the words reform uk next to MY Barty's name even if you paid me. Idc if it's accurate I won't do it, these are my fanon versions not the c*non versions xxxx

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James- Labour. He 'doesn't care' about politics but knows he hates the tories

Lily- GREEN 💅 she's a green girlie THROUGH AND THROUGH

Mary- Lib Dem probably? But I hc her as a cov girl so if she was a cov girl Labour because Zarah

Peter- Lib Dem's most likely. Everyone thinks he doesn't know about politics but he follows everything very closely and if someone asks a question about it, he has the spreadsheet ready to run you through everything step by step

Sirius and Regulus- they're my Islington boys so they're going independent bc Jeremy Corbyn they could never make me hate you. Sirius would have a selfie with him framed or smth. Given trans reg is my fav hc there really is no change my reg wouldn't go for Jezza, even if canon reg would hate him 🩷

Marlene- SNP.

Remus- would consider plaid but go for Lib Dems in the end bc 'they aren't that bad anymore and have a pretty good chance'

Evan- c....c....c- joking, my Evan would say he didn't want to vote because he didn't like any of them but then Dorcas yelled at him about how he had to because it's important and he just picked Labour bc everyone said they were gonna win (get a grip ev)

Barty- ...................shut up, don't say it, go away. Would vote for whoever had the hottest mp 💀

Dorcas- GREENNNNNN 💚 she has a crush on Carla denyer and watched every debate leading up to the election so she knew everything that was happening. There would be a large Labour majority in her area but she'd vote geeen to make a point. That's my girl

Pandora- spoils her ballot paper to make a point

[napsaps-archive]

Hehehe just for you Ill give you a happy ending to this story :3 enjoy!

Its a few years after that faithful class and a few months after you graduate. But no matter how hard you try, you couldnt get that southern beauty out of your head. You tried your luck when applying for other classes, but your schedule never seemed to line up. Asking around didnt really help either, she didnt live on campus and wasnt particularly close to the people you hang out. Whatever, it wasnt a big deal! Its not like she haunts your daydreams when you should be paying attention in class and back in your room while youre sleeping. Its ok, really.

Anyways, you had the most exhausting week youve had since graduating, so you decided to treat yourself to your favorite coffee shop/bookstore. Its been awhile since youve been there. Putting on your most comfortable but still cute outfit, you head out of your apartment and set out.

Once you arrived, you got hit with the bitter coffee smell and the soothing jazz playing on the speakers. Its wasnt terribly busy, but there was still a decent line for the register. So much for an easy day. You sighed and made your way to the back of the line. You couldnt see who was manning the register but you could tell it was definitely someone newer cause usually it goes a little faster with seasoned workers. No big deal tho, you'll be sure to tip them a little extra for having to deal with customers all day.Slowly but surely, you made your way up to the register counter. You already had your order in mind, so there was no need to look up at the menu. So that left you being face to face with the cashier. Who had a...familiar face. You couldnt pin out how and where, but she looked so familiar. Gorgeous brown hair pulled back behind her cap, beautiful light green eyes, full lips that had a shine from gloss, and perfect manicured nails on top of her tablet. All in all, one of the most beautiful girls youve ever seen. But where have you seen her?

"What can I get started for you, sweetheart?"

Just from hearing her voice, all of it came rushing back to you. The biology class, being paired up and initially dreading it, fearing she would be another case of dropping all the work into you while still getting credit, actually turning out to be one of the nicest people you ever met. The girl that plagued your mind for months even after the class ended. The one you were too nervous to talk to and regretted that you missed your chance. Now shes here standing not even a foot away from you.

"Uh..you on, doll? Youre holding up the line."

Quickly breaking out of your thoughts and yelping out your order, you handed her some cash and sped walked to a empty table before groaning into your hands. Of course you had to embarrass yourself in front of her and the entire shop. Goddammit, why cant things go your way?

Eventually, your name was called from the front and you stood up to grab your cup. You took a sip and, wow. It was perfect, exactly how you liked it. Kudos to whoever made it. Lowering your cup, you noticed more writing next to your name. Confused, you turned the cup around to read what it said.

'I thought I remembered you from somewhere! LTNS cutie! Maybe we can catch up sometime? ;) xxx-xxx-xxxx'

Your cheeks burned up as you looked over at the workers counter. The two of you made eye contact and she gave you a quick wink before moving on to help her customer. Butterflies fluttered in your chest and your cheeks burned hotter. But before you could forget, you made sure to add the number to your contacts list for later.

Maybe some good came out of all this after all.

immgoinggsto theoww up shes everything to me

[vibinmonarch]

The Messages

Every single day that Wasp was in prison Monarch would leave a message of how things were going. 

Wasp didn't get any of these while he was in prison because they blocked comm communications. When he escaped, he got all 276,392 messages at once saved in his comms.

He would listen to them occasionally to make himself feel better while he was on the run, listening to a new one each time in chronological order. After all, someone believed him! One bot believed him! More than that he could live vicariously through Monarch and not have to think about the hell he'd been through in prison or the constant struggle of being on the run. Silence was torture so he filled it with their voice. 

It started off as "The date is XX/XX/XXXX, your first day in prison. I figure I'll help you keep track because . . . I've heard it's not so pleasant there . . . Anyway! I hope this will keep your spirits up while you're stuck in there! I am certain you are innocent my friend and I will do everything in my power to get you out! Don't you worry!'" then continued with how their life was going with records of exciting activities, battles, the good, the bad,  everything. 

Then one day, "The date is XX/XX/XXXX, your 145th day in prison. They have barred me from speaking of you. I am sorry. I can only convince them if I have evidence of who truly is the Decepticon traitor. I will continue my investigation in secret and fill you in on all I find. I miss you and I can't wait until you're free!" Then talked about day-to-day activities as well as updates about their search for the true traitor and it was going super well for the next few centuries! Progress was slow, but they are always moving forward.

He started to wonder if he'd only been in prison for a little over 750 years, it had felt longer, closer to millennium (which was much more accurate). However, he was sure that Monarch wouldn't just randomly stop. And why wasn't he getting any new messages? He started to near the end of the messages. They started to become more and more optimistic of Wasp's release and the real Decepticon being brought to justice. That worried Wasp.

Then he listened to the final message. Monarch was in hysterics very clearly trying to keep their voice steady, "The date is XX/XX/XXXX, your- your 276,392nd day in prison. My- my friend. I have very bad news. Primus I'm so sorry! I- I- I have been chosen for- for an experiment. They are going to attempt to turn me into a triple changer!" They sobbed, "Bots- they say I should be honored, but I'm just scared! I don't want to I- It is a completely unnecessary and experimental procedure! I- I could very well die and- I'm sorry I'm so so sorry! I don't know if I'll be able to help you anymore! A-as I told you I've been able to narrow it down to someone in the intelligence division and I need to keep going or-" another sob, then a sharp inhale and silence, "They're trying to get rid of me, aren't they? Whoever the- Decepticon is- they knew I was looking-" despair starts creeping over them, "What am I going to do? What am I going to do? Wasp I-" the voice mail was cut off followed by the message, "Your comm mailbox is full! You can no longer receive new messages! We strongly suggest clearing out space to allow for new ones! Have a lovely day! Beep"

[theskybluesky]

I really enjoy watching self-improvement videos nowadays. It’s common to hear advice like ‘love yourself’ or ‘be true to yourself’ but I think insufficient focus is placed on how we can become a person worthy to be loved by ourselves. Truthfully, we are not perfect and thinking that we deserve all things good in life without exerting effort is a rather delusional mindset.

In the past, whenever I faced hiccups in my relationships, whether with friends or partners, it was the norm to automatically start the ‘blame game’ where both parties get lost in translation trying to determine who was ‘right’. In reality, there is no black and white in such situations, only greys. The important element of sustaining healthy relationships is actually self-reflection. The ability to recognise our own internal conflicts, triggers and bad habits before somebody else has to point them out to us.

However, we can’t expect everyone to have the same values and standards as us, so how would we reach common ground? Before starting an argument, we have to ask ourselves, why does he or she behave in this manner? Behind every choice hides influences from life experiences, families and childhood. Just because we like things a certain way doesn’t give us the right to force other people to like the same things.

In my current relationship, our backgrounds and lifestyles have many differences which I’ve never encountered before. Differences which I didn’t know could exist. When I first realised these differences, I went into mini panic attacks. I didn’t understand why I was like this because I’m usually pretty secure and the more ‘indifferent’ person in a relationship. Not to say I’m not affectionate, but I’m usually the one that determines the ‘flow’ of a relationship. I guess I was fortunate that my past partners have always been quite accommodating to my schedule and need for personal time.

This was the first relationship where I felt out of control at times. My current partner is quite an assertive person who spent most of his childhood on his own. I realised that after growing up by himself, he formed a coping mechanism of always wanting to be in the pilot’s seat. I guess it was out of self protection since he had to make many difficult decisions himself.

I learnt that I have to live according to his schedule and his rules. At first, I bent myself in all the wrong ways trying to adjust to him since I’m a very conflict-averse person. I would never voice out my discomfort until it reached a boiling point when I had a breakdown after holding my emotions in for too long. I realised I had the unhealthy habit of conditioning myself to either ‘be okay with it or leave it’.

This manifested in the worst way as I would just burst and tell him ‘I can’t be with you anymore because of XXXX’ and proceeded to tell him 20 things which bothered me all in one go.

Of course, imagine how shocked he was when we first had an argument cause he hadn’t the slightest clue that I was unhappy. I just appeared to be okay one day and then suddenly wanting to end everything the next day.

I remember his first response was, “let’s talk about this step by step, before we decide if this can be fixed or not.” I was quite taken aback by how rational he sounded. Honestly, maybe I’m a horrible person cause I expected him to fear losing me more than that. I didn’t know how he could be so calm when I was just a crying mess. We talked through each point like adults. The biggest takeaway I had from that day was that he was never going to leave me neither would he have stopped me if I wanted to leave.

He has never guilt tripped me for anything. I’ve always been free to eat with whoever I want, wear whatever clothes I want, diet however I want, listen to whichever songs I want. He believes a relationship is just a meeting ground for two free souls. Hence, he would have freed me from himself too if that was what I wanted. During our talk, he acknowledged my emotions and our circumstances. There were many things that were systemically unchangeable, at least in the short term, such as him having to spend more time with his little brother than me as his brother is still in primary school. He didn’t give me unrealistic promises, he knew his priorities couldn’t change for me yet, but he promised to give me emotional support in other ways.

In that moment, I realised that I’ve always known all of this, the unchangeable, yet for me the only option in my head was to let him go. His mindset was constructive, forward thinking and much more mature than mine. I hated myself for having regressed to the mindset of a child out of my own insecurities and trauma. What I hated the most out of that whole episode was that I effectively reduced my own value as a partner by behaving in such an immature, impulsive manner.

For us to attract and retain a high value partner, we must first become high value individuals ourselves. Though I’ve always prided myself on having my own individuality when it comes to exploring hobbies and interests, I was so fixated on the loss of control in a relationship that it consumed me. I was worrying day in and day out about whether my partner cared for me since he had so many other priorities.

I realise now that being with someone whose life is filled with a spectrum of colours is better than being with someone who has an empty canvas for us to paint on. There are so many more colour combinations we can make when we let each other live our own lives instead of wanting to monopolise 24/7 of our partner’s attention.

Of course, this change in mindset didn’t happen overnight. For the past few months, I have been occupying my pre-bedtimes with videos which help me to reframe my train of thoughts. A lot of times anxiety in a relationship comes from the fear that the worst will happen. In those moments, we have to remember to not only trust our partners, but to trust ourselves. We wouldn’t have chosen this person to be our partner if they didn’t have the loyalty and ability to prevent the worst from happening. And if they really do breach that trust, we must trust ourselves to be strong enough to walk away.

[vixletserenity]

To find out that she was the winner of her category made Celeste ecstatic! Maybe a celebration like this would be the perfect chance for some highly regarded trainers to see what she was capable of as a performer as well as giving a bit of boost in her chances of winning the final round.

And she had seen plenty of videos of people just doing dances to music out in public. Who's to say the idea that’s rather off the cuff was a bad one? They had already planned to do so if there was a slow day, and here’s their best opportunity before it’s too late!

Her bluetooth speaker and Rotomphone were ready to play the music and record it all.

Muffled jazz music played as Charlotte in her costume spun around before Celeste appeared in her's as the music quickly picked up.

Question: Act it out boldly Question: A life so unremarkable Question: Betrayal and Serenity Question: xxxx

Charlotte did a pose to each of these introducing questions before pirouetting each beat on the last one.

Celeste quietly stepped in front of her sister before she started singing; Charlotte moving to the side.

The world is perfectly split in two Each with its own sense of Right and Wrong The antagonistic void clumps and overlaps

It started out with her arms moving much like a scale; weighing out like lyrics before Charlotte leaned over on each side with a grin

Two-sided Two-face

They moved and turned to whoever was watching on each beat in the section.

Common sense, inferiority, and the back of backs It doesn't matter if it's the last or the end Close calls are the norm I've always managed to pull through

Music suddenly slowed down as the twins started to ballroom dance on accordance. With Charlotte leading it gently.

It's a crazy story; as if everything's scripted Extraordinary situations never seem to end It's usually not a big deal

At the last line, Charlotte pulled Celeste closer from the distance they had; being more face to face as they both sang it together harmonizing. All before the younger twin playfully pushed the other as the chorus came in.

As the lines between right and wrong shift unstably The inverted true feelings pile up inside There's no means to digest it Are you still planning to fight it without noticing that?

They slid apart with their arms making a line before making an invisible pile together with their hands; or in Charlotte's case wings, create the height. This imaginary pile broke apart upon the next lyrics as they got into fighting positions.

Not a hint of sorrow, but it's still not enough Still far from comprehending it 100 percent

One arm went to a single eye; as if crying before waving their arms in refusal. Afterwards they attempted making a 100 with their hands as Charlotte moved back a bit and allowed Celeste to finish the chorus; hands at her chest.

In hopes of erasing all anxieties; I'm yearning, wishing, and feeling sorrow If the curtain were to flip over The line of dreams and reality would blur Spinning wildly

Her hands then going in circles like one would indicate as being crazy next to her face that had a small grin.

Struggling to survive with only myself As complaints and dissatisfactions are solidified by the rain Even if the world goes against the tide And becoming an ally from time to time

Celeste slowly stepped away from her sister as her body motioned slowly; thinking of waves hitting the shoreline with rainfall. Charlotte quickly coming back and holding her sister's gloved hand.

Two-sided, two-faced

The backing vocals returning as Charlotte grabbed both hands.

Fighting justice with justice? It's a parallel line, even if we roll the die Why? Why doesn't the world work out perfectly like they do in tv shows?

Both twins posed on beat like previously. With the last lyrics, the twins grabbed hands and started spinning around as they held the long note; continuing to dance as the sudden saxophone returned. Pausing as the music came to a halt.

Question: Act it out boldly

Charlotte spoke as they transitioned into the ballroom dancing with the slower music

Like the days when we could laugh at dull jokes Special moments are always right before our eyes It's usually just like simple days

Celeste slowly walked away, breaking from the dance. Look away from both the crowd and her twin. Easily giving off the depressed standoff-ish vibes the next lyrics gave

Lonely words are flashing back Would it have been easier if I could just cry? It's frustrating when feeling indecisive What is it that I want to protect? Not a sign of knowing, it's still not enough Still far from a mere 1 percent

Slowly, the younger twin approached in an attempt to comfort Celeste. Like she had been trying to do after the Masquerade Ball; but this time fully stepping in to help.

Worrying, learning, going around in circles Little by little, the future begins coming into view

Charlotte started to lift Celeste up into the air as a familiar orb broke and created a pink smoke that surrounded her entire body. It was shaped like an egg before bursting open into the shapes of multiple Swanna.

The chorus continued as Celeste gracefully landed on the floor; the two dancing like they have before once she had found her footing. Celeste slowly stopping as the final lyrics of this chorus were sang out.

If the curtain were to flip over The line of dreams and reality would blur Spinning wildly

This time, the younger twin joined in the twirling playful hand movement. In this final pose of the music, both of them posed in ways that their roles for their costumes would; a guardian protecting their deity. The bow and arrow that Charlotte had slung to her back being held in one wing.

Question: Act it out boldly Question: A life so unremarkable Question: Betrayal and Serenity Question: xxxx

Both had done pirouettes on each beat afterwards; with the music swelling to its end. When the horns in the music ended, both in the same pose facing each other; an Emboité.

They continued to hold it for a few more seconds; panting becoming much more visible before finally loosening themselves from it and standing in place.

What would everyone else's reactions be? Would they...like something sudden and out of no where like this? Would they be impressed with her skills in this regard? Could this influence the final round even?

[callmemaeverick]

The First of Firsts [Master Chief x Reader]

AN: I would like to dedicate this to @dayane245love because her ask gave me the kick I needed to write this fic. She requested for me to give Reader a name, so for you, Dayane and whoever preferred to read this fic as John x OFC, you can read it on AO3

Warning: This is so full of cheese, if you’re lactose intolerant DNI…. Kidding 🤭..

This is part III of Soldier Sweet series. Read part ii here

You didn't expect to see John that night, wandering out of the massive base, his face dazed and somewhat confused. After the last few days, with him going AWOL after that mission in Madrigal, you would have thought that Halsey would have wanted to keep him on a tighter leash. He was, after all, her favorite.

You had been beside yourself with worry when you found out what had happened. In the months since John brought your earring back to you, since he volunteered to help you with your tour, you had became friends of sort. But trying to get answers on how he was doing was next to impossible and you could tell that the events had left Halsey and the higher ups on edge. Apparently, a Spartan is technically incapable of going rogue. And this was a first.

Shouldering your bag strap over your shoulder, you decided to approach him.

It was still an adjustment, seeing his face. You haven’t been around Spartans as much as the soldiers as your work tend to keep you indoors, so seeing him out of armor is a novelty. He was handsome, you had to admit. The strong jaw, the intense green eyes. You remembered the way his naked gaze fell on you, burning your skin, feeling it even when he had his helmet on. You would only admit to yourself, though, that feeling his eyes following you made butterflies flit in your stomach.

He stood still in the middle of a sea of soldiers, head tilted up watching the skies as if it was the first time he was truly seeing it. Judging from what you have heard of the Spartan program, it was very likely the truth.

"It's beautiful, huh?"

John swiveled around and even standing two steps above him, you were still about a few inches shorter. You gave him a smile. "Hiya."

xxxx

John felt his stomach swoop as if he was doing a barrel roll in the Condor. It was the first time he had seen you since he got back from the Rubble and Madrigal and… he didn't remember you being so beautiful. Everything about you was suddenly so much more captivating to him. When previously he liked the way you smiled, the way the colors you wore made you stand out in a drab crowd, now… now you were positively breathtaking.

Even your name sounded better on his tongue.

"How are you, John?" You asked, stepping down to his side. "You gave us all quite a fright."

He looked down at you and wondered if you were scared of him or for him. "I… was going through some things." He told you truthfully, meeting your eyes. "But I think I'm better now."

His eyes noticed the slight redness creeping up your cheeks and the way you averted your gaze from him. He wondered what it meant. 

Discreetly, he took you in. He had never seen you outside of your lab coat before and he was liking what he was seeing. The simple shirt you had on and the slim-fitting jeans complimented your shape perfectly. The brightly coloured highlights in your hair stood stark contrast again its natural colours and his fingers twitched to touch them.

“John, your heart rate is elevated.” Cortana chimed in his ear. “And your body temperature just rose. Are you…anxious?”

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked you, ignoring the Al.

"Oh, I'm just heading home. In the city."

"Can I walk you?"

"All the way to the city?"

"Yes."

"…Okay,"

xxxx

You didn't know why you immediately agreed, but you did know you felt safe with John. In the limited time you spent with him, he gave you no indication that made you suspect any ill intentions. In fact, all his interactions with you felt truthful, genuine, and it made him all the more endearing to you.

The two of you walked in companiable silence towards the train station. From time to time you would tell him little snippets of your daily journeys to and from work. You’d tell him which coffee stand made the best latte, which bagel stand is your favorite and all the while, John took it all in.

Something was different with him, but it was not a bad different. He seemed unusually curious, and dare you say it, interested in everything around him. It was not something you were aware of about Spartans. As far as you knew, they were unfeeling and stoic, almost robotic. But seeing John, open-faced and wide-eyed in wonder made you rethink what you knew.

Standing across from him in the train, you watched him eye the young couple further down the car. They were cozy with each other, giggling softly at whispered words, totally unaware of the world around them and totally in love. You watched John and wonder if he is capable of love, if he feels the pull to be close to someone.

"John?"

He turned to you. "Hm?"

"It’s rude to stare,” You teased playfully and giggled when the tips of his ears turned bright red. You just made the Master Chief flush. Chuckling, you moved until you were beside him, leaning against the car wall and his arm. “What’s going on, big guy? You seemed… I don’t know, confused, like you’re lost.”

The man beside you sighed. He glanced at the couple once more before turning to you. That’s when he told you about the pellet.

xxxx

He didn’t know why he didn’t even hesitate, but he knew he trusted you. He was trained to have sharp instincts and it hadn’t failed him before. And his instincts about you are good. He felt light with you, lighter now without the pellet. You look at him without any expectations of who he had to be. You look at him like he’s John. Just John.

By the time he finished, the train had arrived at Tchakova Park and you were looking at him like you were seeing him in a brand new light.

“Okay, so you’re saying that you’re experiencing this,” You waved your hand around. “All of this, for the first time?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and you laughed.

“Oh my God! Then, you need to see this!”

Without warning, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a well-lit park across the street.

The warmth of your skin against his calloused palms were jarring to him, and John felt his breath catch in the cold air. Still, he let himself be pulled by you. The closer you got to the park, the more aware he was of the lilting sounds traveling from the center of it.

As you slowed to a walk, you grinned up to him, navigating through the throng of people until you reached an arena-like stage of some sort. And in the middle of it, were two musicians putting in a show.

He froze as he watched them, as the music washed over him. It was beautiful, haunting and it filled him up with foreign feelings. He glanced at you beside him and saw that you had your eyes closed, head tilted slightly upwards as the last drizzle of the night’s rain fell on your face.

Cortana’s inquiring voice was soft in his ear. "Is this why you’ve removed your pellet? So you could hear things differently?"

Maybe. He thought. Maybe just wanted to hear it the way you do.

xxxx

You felt his gaze on you like flames dancing on your skin, but you did your best to shrug it off as you opened one eye to catch him. Ignoring the heat in your cheeks, you gave him a teasing smile.

“John, you’re staring again.”

He blinked and quickly turned. “Sorry.”

You shook your head, endeared at this new person before your eyes. Here was a man, trained and honed to be one of the most effective soldiers in the galaxy, and he couldn’t stop staring at you in wonder.

“You should be listening.” You chided lightly. “Here,” Climbing onto one of the seats behind him, you asked if it’s okay to touch him. At his nod, you guided him to face the show by his shoulders. Then, slowly, you placed your hands over his eyes. Leaning over, you whispered in his ear. “Breathe. Listen.”

He stiffened for a second at your words, but relaxed gradually. You knew exactly you had gotten him where you wanted him when he sighed and his straight shoulders slumped for the first time, probably ever.

When the set ended, you gently released him from your hold, letting him blink off the onslaught of bright lights. You were smiling so wide when you caught the dazed look on his face.

He turned to face you.

“Thank you. That was… that was beautiful.”

There was no hiding the blush that rose up your face at his declaration, but you nodded. “I’m glad you got to experience it.” You turned to hop off the seat, when his hand caught yours, stopping you.

Seemingly surprised at his own actions, John faltered.

“No. It’s okay. You can touch me.” You assured him. He had trusted you and you want to repay it in kind.

Nodding, he stared at your hand in his, engulfed completely. His thumb rubbed back and forth, back and forth over your skin, the action almost hypnotizing.

You didn’t want to rush him, knowing how overwhelming new sensations can be.

He looked up to you, something you knew he’d never had to do before. His eyes scanned your face before his hand left yours.

The feel of his touch skittering over your cheek almost made you gasp, but you held his gaze. There was a question there, something he wanted answered.

“Can I kiss you?”

Deep down, you knew that that was the question, but it still floored you that he’d asked. Biting your lips, you nodded.

He leaned in slow, halting and hesitant. His hand cupped your face oh so gently, as if any more force would break you. Never in your life someone handled you so delicately.

When your lips met, your eyes immediately closed as tingles shot straight to your toes. Your hands came up to his face, fingers lightly scratching the stubble there. It was sweet and somehow innocent for a man of John’s stature and reputation.

When you part, you registered that the world was still revolving, not halted like you felt it did. Catching yourself before anything embarrassing happened, you blinked at him.

“Was that your first kiss?” You whispered, soft, secretive.

John licked his lips. “Yes. Sorry, I-“

“No. No.” You cut him off, smiling. You took his hand that was still resting at your cheek with both of yours, sharing warmth. “I’m honored, John.”

It was by no means the best kiss you’ve ever had. But you didn’t care because at that moment, for what seemed to be the first time in a long long time, you were given another honor. The honor of seeing the Master Chief smile.

FIN

Tagging: @redpool @weirdodreamergirl @violinchick @ageless-aislynn @lialacleaf

I'm not sure if I missed anyone. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the comments, so I can keep track. Also if you wanna be taken off. :)

[obsessivelyloved]

Day 8: Trick

This isn't from any specific prompt list I made it up lol. This is based on @/yanderemommabean ‘s yandere purge au! She doesn’t mind people writing for the au and If you are 18 and older I definitely recommend checking out her blog! She writes great things and I love the stuff she and her followers come up with. However if you’re below 18, don’t check out her blog as she feels uncomfortable with minors following her and will block you.

Sorry for posting so late! I will try my best to catch up. Might make a part two, let me know what you think <3

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Dear Whoever it may concern,

You have been chosen to participate in this year's Game. As every year, the rules are as follow:

1. Once the sirens have gone off, all help is offline until the 24 hours are up.

2. If you do not leave the hold of your assigned person(s) by the time the 24 hours are up, you cannot leave them.

3. You may harm your assigned person(s) but cannot kill them.

Any violation to these rules will result in investigation from law enforcement. Any questions you may have or would like to read more, please either call (xxx) xxx-xxxx or go to the website.

May you have a wonderful Game this year.

Your hands shake as you hold the paper, reading it over and over again. It doesn’t feel real. The words blur in your mind and you don’t see the paper.

“Oh shit,” you whisper. Tears prickle the corner of your eyes and you take a deep breath.

Two days. All you have is two days to prepare. It’s not enough time. You don’t have enough money to get out of this town, not when the price of plane tickets are no doubt sky rocketing right now as people try to get away. A sob leaves your throat and the dam behind your eyes breaks.

What are you supposed to do? Whoever’s after you could be anyone. It could be the mailman, the cashier at the grocery store, the lady who lives across the street. Anyone. And you have nowhere to go. Your best bet is to pack a bag and book it deep into the forest nearby. God knows who many people will have the same idea as you but hopefully whoever is “assigned” to you won’t guess you’ll be there.

You’ve never been inside, after all. Never even stepped within distance of it. It’s completely out of character for you and with this idea in mind, you crumble the stupid paper and slam it down on your kitchen table.

* * * * * * * *

Your friends find you, the next day, frantically shoving clothes and supplies into a duffel bag. You never hear them come in, never hear their footsteps pause in the kitchen as they no doubt see and read the official paper you got in the mail.

However you do hear your bedroom door hesitantly open and you scream, wielding the kitchen knife you left on your dresser, “The alarms haven’t sounded yet, I will stab you don’t fucking test me!”

Your door slams open, revealing your disheveled state to your friends as they jump back. Your brain takes in the colors of their hoodies and you slump down in relief. Setting the knife back down on the dresser, you go back to yanking things out of your duffel bag and replacing.

“Sorry, you guys scared the shit out of me.”

For a long moment, it’s quiet.

“What’s going on?” Matt asks. He shuffles into your room and the others follow.

You almost don’t want to say the words out loud. It feels damning to finally acknowledge the reality of your situation.

“Got chosen for the game. I need to….” You take a deep breath. “I need to get far away from here.”

“And where will you go?” Tord asks.

You shrug. “Thinkin’ the forrest. Remember that little tree house we built as kids? I’m pretty sure it’s still there. It’s pretty high up so it’s a good place to hunker down until this is all over.”

You don’t want to look at their faces. Any reminder of what tomorrow is makes you want to scream and cry so you try your best not to think about why you’re packing this duffel bag.

A hand rests on your shoulder, thumb gently rubbing circles.

“You could stay with us,” Edd says solemnly. “We’d gladly hide you from whoever is… after you.”

“I couldn’t do that to you guys. I can’t. I don’t want to watch you guys get hurt.”

“We won’t!” Matt protests. “We’re like, super strong. Right guys?”

You can almost hear the way Tord pats Matt’s shoulder and he does tell Matt, “Sure, pretty boy. You tell yourself that.” and to you, “Thomas and I for sure can defend ourselves. You don’t need to worry about anyone hurting us. We promise we’ll protect you.”

Tears fall down your face again and Edd spins you around to crush you in his arms.

“Shhh, it’s okay to be scared. Just come with us. It couldn’t hurt, right?”

You sniffle and pull away, heart wrenching at the hopeful look on Edd’s face. “Yeah. Yeah, it couldn’t hurt. I um, I need to finish packing.”

Each of them gives you a grin, Tom finally speaking up to say, “Take your time, okay? We’ll wait for you in the kitchen.”

They leave your bedroom. None of them turn as they hear you breakdown crying again, very obviously trying to stop yourself. It’s the polite thing to do after all.

And with them out of your sight, you never see them give each other triumphant grins. You’d never even think that they’d do that either. Or think about them taking in your home as they do now, taking note of things to move and come back for. Why would you? They’re your friends. You trust them.

[professorrw]

Hey could I please request a LokixReader story set on Sakaar where they have an enemies to friends to lovers relationship? Lots of fluff and smut if that’s okay. Thank you xxxx

Lord have mercy is this long. I love the request (probably a little too much). I have to warn you before reading, it's 6.6K words, the longest fic I've written yet. BUT I love it. I'm really proud of it!

Pairing: female reader x Loki

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, praise, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, fighting (Hulk and Thor), spoilers for Thor Ragnarok, takes place during Ragnarok

A/N: And with this finished I'm going to take a day to myself tomorrow! I'm not feeling very well and I want to catch up on my series because I've been neglecting it. Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

You could ask anyone on Sakaar who the Grandmaster’s favorite person was and they would say it was you. You grew up on the trash planet with your father, who was a reject from his home planet. But on Sakaar you were basically royalty. Your father befriended the million year old Grandmaster when you were just two and from then on you were living in the lap of luxury.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been on Sakaar, but it had been a few hundred years. You didn’t look that old, more like twenty to thirty. But there was no way to be certain with the way that time worked on Sakaar.

Your life was perfect in your opinion. You and your father were happy and healthy on the trash planet. Every day you would dress in your finest silk robes, adorn your flashy face paint, and go to the arena to watch fights. When you weren’t doing that you were in your home or with the Grandmaster, who was basically a second father to you.

It was the end of the day and you were eating dinner with the Grandmaster, your father, and some other ‘royalty.’ As typical with all meals held by the Grandmaster it was full of excited and animated talking and extravagant food. You were too busy drinking your wine to engage in conversation, unlike your father who hadn’t touched his plate in favor of speaking to the man next to him.

Your father was a very social man, probably why the Grandmaster took such a liking to him. They were equally as flamboyant and outgoing. the Grandmaster often remarked how much you looked like your father. You had the same hair color, eye color and shape, and skin tone. Though you couldn’t tell your father’s true hair color anymore because it had started greying, contrary to the rest of his body that wasn’t aging as quickly.

There was a knock at the dining room door and the Grandmaster called for whoever it was to come in. The noise had drawn everyones’ attention, and all eyes were on the man that was being escorted in. He was tall, with fair skin and raven black hair. He was the most attractive man you had seen in a while. He didn’t look like a lot of the men you saw, but he still looked elegant.

“Who is this?” the Grandmaster asked.

Instead of waiting for the guards to speak, the detainee spoke, “I am Loki, God of Mischief and Prince of Asgard. I would like to say right now that it is a mistake imprisoning me and I will forget all about it if you let me go right now.” Loki spoke swiftly and with an accent foreign to many you heard normally. He had a very charming speech but you were in utter shock at the way he had spoken to the Grandmaster.

You expected the Grandmaster to order the guards to throw him in with the other gladiators and make him go against the champion, but he actually laughed, followed by everyone else in the room other than you.

“Well, Loki, I suppose I don’t need to make you fight. You can keep me company instead. How does that sound?”

It must not have been what Loki was expecting because he raised his eyebrows and said nothing for several seconds. “I think that would be fine,” he finally responded.

“Good, good. Why don’t you take that off him so he can pull up a chair?” the Grandmaster said to the guards. They did as he ordered and unshackled the dark haired man. As soon as he was free he grabbed a chair and planted right in between the Grandmaster and you. Loki sat down and gazed at you, offering a dazzling smile.

You squinted at him for a moment, sizing him up. You knew he was going to be trouble, to you at least.

“Ah Loki, please meet Y/N. She’s like a daughter to me,” the Grandmaster said to him.

“Hello Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His words were so obviously a lie that it made you scowl. You could hear the sarcasm seeping from his words. You could tell that he was already trying to butter up the Grandmaster. But in actuality he was trying not to get himself killed. Thor was nowhere to be found and he was on this planet by himself.

“Likewise,” you said back. You turned away from the men and started eating your meal, pointedly ignoring Loki as you did so. You could hear their conversation and it was almost impossible not to eavesdrop. The Grandmaster was mostly talking about himself, all things that you’d already heard before. Loki, when given the chance to talk, was just complimenting him in return.

When the meal was over and the dishes were collected the Grandmaster addressed your father. “My dear Holden, would you house my company for the time being?”

You whipped your head over to the Grandmaster. You couldn’t believe the words that had just come from his mouth. You couldn’t believe he was asking you and your father to let Loki stay with you. But your father being your father would have no problem with it. You just knew he was going to accept.

As you expected he said, “Why of course, the more the merrier.”

Your house was incredibly close to the palace. There really was no need for guards to escort you and your father home but the Grandmaster thought it was necessary. So after dinner you, your father, and Loki made your way to your home. It was very beautiful, and almost as grand as the palace itself, but much smaller.

Your father was in high spirits as usual. Once you were inside your father turned to Loki with a brilliant smile adorning his face. "We are delighted to have you. Please follow me, you can sleep here in the guest bedroom. Y/N is right next door so you can go to her if you need anything."

You looked at your father with a deadpan expression, which he didn't seem to notice. Loki on the other hand was positively beaming back at your father.

"Thank you so much for the hospitality. I really cannot thank you enough."

Your father chuckled, "It's no trouble at all. Any guest of the Grandmaster's is a guest of mine. So please, make yourself at home."

"Thank you again. I am quite tired so I think I'll be heading to bed. Goodnight Holden, goodnight Y/N." He bowed and went to his chambers without another word.

You looked incredulously at your father but he seemed to not have a care in the world. He was awfully aloof when it came to matters dealing with the Grandmaster. Your father and the Grandmaster had a complicated relationship. You really had no clue what was going on with them. They called each other dear and said they loved each other, but you had seen the Grandmaster and your father doing a fair share of flirting with many men and women.

You walked to your own room with a heavy sigh. You stayed up for a few hours that night wondering about the man next door.

You quickly realized that the Grandmaster had taken a liking to Loki. The next morning you, your father, and Loki were having breakfast with the Grandmaster and Loki was hanging onto every word that came out of the man's mouth. You just knew that Loki didn't care. But what you want to know are his intentions. He randomly shows up on your planet and instantly catches the Grandmaster's attention.

You spend most of the morning with your father, preferring his company to the Grandmaster and his new pet. The next time you saw him was at lunch. And just like at dinner the previous night Loki was sitting right next to the Grandmaster. Instead of enduring the empty compliments that were coming from Loki you decided to sit farther down the table next to another one of your father's friends.

"Hello Marridija," you said as you sat down. Marridija was a very kind woman. Kind and very up to date on all the goings on at the palace. It was no surprise that she was close to the Grandmaster.

"Why hello Y/N. You aren't sitting at the front of the table today?" Her drawn-on eyebrows drew in and she tilted her head to the side slightly, making you worry that her hair, which was styled heavily with spray to keep it straight up, would tip over and ruin. Over the many years on Sakaar you had grown accustomed to the wild fashion in the palace. Everyone in the Grandmaster's group wore metallic face paint and did their hair as tall and elaborate as possible.

Out of everyone at the table Marridija had the craziest hair and brightest makeup. She always made sure she was seen in a crowd. Her hair was bubble gum pink and looked like cotton candy on top of her head. Her makeup was many bright streaks of pink, blue, and gold.

"No, not today. I thought I might try something new."

"Oh. Well I'm delighted that you decided to sit by me. I've been meaning to ask-" her eyes cut from you to something over your shoulder before returning to talking, "about your company last night."

You clenched your jaw for a second before you answered her. "What would you like to know?"

"Well… the whole palace wants to know about this mysterious man. Loki, he said." She was speaking in a hushed voice so no one other than you could hear her. If anyone heard her they would most definitely be listening in. But Marridija was good at being quiet when she needed to be. She wanted to be the first with fresh gossip, and for that she would have to hear it before anyone else.

“There isn’t much to tell really. As soon as we got home he went off to his bedroom.”

The woman narrowed her eyes for a second before giving a huff. “Oh Y/N, you won’t give an old lady a bit of juice now will you?” Her face changed from a pout to a sly smile a few seconds after she said that. “Or is there something you don’t want to share with me? A secret of your own perhaps?”

“Absolutely not Marridija. What I’ve told you is the truth. I’m sorry I have nothing juicy enough for your ears.”

You turned away from the woman and forward towards the table and the meal being set in front of you. Through the whole of breakfast you remained silent, listening to the chatter around you. There always seemed to be something to talk about on Sakaar, but with Loki’s arrival and the Grandmaster’s liking towards him has made Loki the center of attention.

After breakfast the guests were clearing out of the dining hall. The Grandmaster had dismissed everyone and he and Loki were the last to leave. You stuck around and when the Grandmaster went to use the restroom and left Loki unoccupied you walked up to him. A smile appeared on his face as he saw your smaller frame scowling at him as you neared. For whatever reason he was quite enjoying how frustrated he was making you, though he didn’t know what exactly was making you mad.

“Hello Y/N,” he greeted.

“Don’t act all innocent. You’re up to something.”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up but his smile remained. “And what would that be?”

“Well I’ve come to find that out.” You crossed your arms and planted your feet in front of Loki. It wasn’t your best look but you wanted to intimidate him. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He was taller than you and obviously confident enough to tell the Grandmaster it was a mistake to imprison him.

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, as they say, but I don’t have anything planned. I landed here by mistake.” Loki said the words so simply you just couldn’t believe it. If he was telling the truth then it would take more than that to convince you.

“And why should I believe you?”

“Well I suppose you shouldn’t. You don’t know me, you don’t know my past or all the things I’ve done. Maybe we could spend some time together and you’ll realize I’m being honest.”

Loki wasn’t entirely sure why he said that last part. He had never offered to let someone get to know him. But a part of him also wanted someone to be able to talk to since he was all alone on a planet he was an outsider on. And it helped that he thought you were incredibly attractive.

You on the other hand didn’t know what to make of his words. If you accepted you might be falling right into his trap, into his plan. But on the other hand maybe he was being genuine. It surely wouldn’t hurt to find out more about him. If he was lying then you could possibly find out his intentions. So you thought the only logical decision would be to accept.

“Fine. After dinner we’ll go to my home and we can… get to know each other. But only because I want to know if you’re telling the truth.”

He laughed, “Of course, of course. See you then.”

The door you were standing next to opened and the Grandmaster himself walked out. He clasped his hands together and a smile appeared on his face. “Y/N! Thank you for keeping Loki company. Are you two getting along?”

You and Loki glanced at each other. There was no way you were going to say no, both of you had common sense. So you both put on a smile and looked as comfortable as possible.

“We are!” Loki said first. He put a huge grin on his face and leaned towards you, draping an arm around your shoulder. The sudden touch almost made you recoil, but if you did that it would look strange to the man that had just questioned your relationship.

“Well Loki and I should be going. I’ll see you at supper gorgeous.” The Grandmaster wiggled his fingers at you with an award winning smile. Loki took his arm off you and started following after him when the Grandmaster began to walk away. A hole might have been burnt into the back of Loki’s head from your staring. He was so puzzling. Irksome even.

The footsteps eventually faded as they walked further and further away from you and closer to wherever it was they were going. Your own slippered feet padded against the floor of the palace as you made your way down to the bottom level, outside, and safely in your home. It was a shame that most of the people your age were bounty hunters. You were all in all lonely. Maybe that’s what led you to agree to getting to know Loki.

You assumed he was around your age. He claimed to be a god after all, so he must be more than the average person.

Dinner rolled around and you went to the palace to eat as you did everyday. Loki was there. Though you knew he would be. You weren’t used to his presence just yet, so every time you saw him you were still slightly surprised. You were used to being around the ‘royalty’ of Sakaar for years and attending the same mundane events all the time. Loki was something new, something fresh. That’s why he was such a buzz on Sakaar. Especially when he made such an impression on the Grandmaster.

After the meal you went home and waited for Loki. You knew he would have to tell the Grandmaster some excuse for him to leave, so he was going to be a few minutes behind you.

Ten minutes after you had arrived home the door opened and Loki walked in. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw the exasperated expression on his face. You knew just how tiring the Grandmaster could be. Upon hearing the ring of your laughter Loki smiled. It was the first time he heard you make that sound and thought it was beautiful.

He slung his hair out of his face and slid into the white bar stool next to you at the kitchen island. You already had two glasses of champagne ready for the two of you. Assuming you would need it.

"What did you have to tell him to let you leave?" you asked, raising the glass to your lips.

"Well I told him I was tired and he just laughed it off then I said I was having an upset stomach and wasn't doing so well down there and he let me go."

Neither of you could hold back laughter. You were the first to start cracking up and seeing your reaction influenced Loki's joyous noise. The atmosphere was smooth and laid back. In preparation you had a drink beforehand, hence why you were so calm. Loki's smile and infectious attitude were also to blame.

In the time span of lunch and coming home you realized how ridiculous you were being. You had only just met Loki yesterday and you were already trying to accuse him of trying to harm the creator of your planet.

Once the laughter had died down you set your glass on the countertop and turned to Loki. "I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you. I haven't treated you fairly or given you a chance at all. I started jumping to conclusions and that was wrong of me. So I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

“Wow- I- Yes I can forgive you. I understand where you were coming from. You care about the Grandmaster and don't want him to be in danger. I think that’s very noble of you.” The corners of Loki’s eyes crinkled up as he looked at you with a soft smile.

“Well… thank you. I’m glad we’re on good terms.” You gave him an awkward smile and took another sip of your drink. Loki picked up his own and took a sip of it.

"So your father and the Grandmaster… are they together?" he asked once his glass was empty.

“I’m not entirely sure. They’re relationship is complicated. I know they call each other love and darling but they also flirt and do things with other people too.” You cringed at the memory of coming home and hearing your father with one of his friends. But beside you Loki let out a chuckle. He was really enjoying getting to see this new side of you.

With a final tip of your flute you had finished your drink. Looking over you realized that Loki had too, so you stood and refilled it.

“I just realized I didn’t ask you if you wanted another glass,” you said when you had finished pouring.

He waved you off. “Don’t worry, I do.”

You slid his flute across the counter and leaned on it, not bothering to go back around to sit on the stool again. “So, you said that you ended up here by accident… what did you mean by that?”

“Ah, trying to find out if I’m lying again? I thought this was behind us,” he said.

“I’m not asking because of that. It is behind us. I want to know more about you and what you were doing before you got to Sakaar.”

He nodded. “Well I was with my brother. Though I don’t know why he hasn’t gotten here yet.”

“Time works differently here,” you interjected. “So if you both came through at the same time he might get here later than you did.”

“Ah okay, well that explains it then. Anyways, I was with my brother, Thor. My sister, Hela, has cast us out of Asgard and we need to get back there and defeat her. We don’t stand a chance though,” he explained.

“If you need help getting there then I’m sure my father and I can be of assistance.”

“I think I should wait for Thor to arrive, whenever that is…” he trailed off.

“He could show up any day. But while you’re here you can hang out with me.” “When you’re not with the Grandmaster that is,” you added.

“I don’t know how often I’ll be able to get away from him but I’ll definitely try.”

The last drops of your champagne slid down your throat as you smiled against your glass. You were really looking forward to getting to spend time with Loki.

For the next few days after that you guys were together any chance you got. The Grandmaster was keeping Loki close, but he was able to make up excuses to come see you when he could. Loki was like a breath of fresh air in your life. His life was a lot different than yours, but you found yourselves relating in multiple ways.

Every time you two were together all you could do was smile. It was like you had found your first true friend. But you knew that when Thor came that Loki would be leaving. Even though it was wrong you hoped that Thor wouldn’t arrive for a while just so you could have more time together.

It was a little over a week since Loki had arrived and you were laying next to each other on your leisure ship, staring up at the stars.

“It’s beautiful, everything here is,” Loki whispered. You were looking straight above you but when Loki was speaking he had turned his head towards you.

“It’s strange isn’t it? It’s called the trash or garbage planet but it’s dazzling if you take the time to look around.” When you finished speaking you rolled your head to the side to look at Loki. The whole time you were speaking he was memorizing every part of your face with a smile on his own. When you saw him smiling you shyly smiled too.

Without you realizing Loki reached his hand over and found yours. When he did he took it and interlocked your fingers. You looked down at your entwined hands. Your heart was racing and butterflies were filling your stomach.

No words were spoken, it was just the two of you underneath a blanket of twinkling stars wishing for something more. Loki’s hand was warm in yours, and you wished that same warmth would envelop your whole body. You scooted over closer and closer to the man until he wrapped his arm around you.

“This is nice,” you mumbled against his chest.

“It is. I like having you in my arms,” Loki whispered back.

You let your eyes close and the warmth and blissful feeling take over you. You woke up in bed, wrapped up in your covers. The sun was shining and filtering through your windows and splaying out on your floor. You thought back to last night and remembered you must have fallen asleep, which meant Loki must have taken you home and carried you to bed.

You walked out of your bedroom and stood right outside your door. You weren’t sure what time it was. It was morning that was obvious. Maybe it was early enough that Loki hadn’t been summoned by the Grandmaster yet. You walked over to the bedroom next to your own and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Loki called out.

You opened the door and gently shut it back when you entered. Loki was still in bed but he was awake.

“Good morning beautiful,” he greeted you.

A tired smile went across your face as you sat down on Loki’s bed. He reached out to you and pulled you into him, setting you flush against his frame and placing a kiss on top of your head.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“I slept well. Thank you for bringing me back home.”

“It was my pleasure.” Loki tilted his head down and kissed the top of your head once more. His actions were so sweet you were feeling things you had never felt before. It was wild to you how quickly you had fallen for the God of Mischief.

After laying together for a few minutes there was a knock at the front door. You sighed and got out of Loki’s bed. The guards had arrived to escort Loki and you to breakfast with the Grandmaster. You both hurriedly got dressed and left to start your day.

For another two weeks things ran smoothly. You were happy. Loki was making you happy. But you knew that the day that Thor would arrive was approaching. It had been three weeks since Loki himself had fallen onto the planet, meaning his brother was not far behind.

You were sitting with Loki and mingling with other people in one of the palace rooms when Scrapper 142 announced she found someone. 142 was Grandmaster’s favorite scrapper. She brought him his champion after all. The person she had brought came into the room in the usual reinforced chair that all contenders usually did.

Loki was sitting next to you not paying any attention and neither were you until the man started yelling Loki’s name. You looked at him with confusion before you realized, it must be Thor.

When Thor finally got Loki’s attention he immediately stopped talking and got up. They were whispering back and forth fervently until the Grandmaster came up to them and interjected. They talked for a minute before Thor was thrown into the holding area for gladiators.

“That was your brother wasn’t it? Thor?” you asked when Loki came back over to you.

“Yes, yes it was.” He lowered himself back onto the couch and stayed quiet.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just… wasn’t expecting him.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded. Not only did you understand but you felt the same way. You hoped maybe Thor would show up later, and give you more time. But no. He was there and when given the chance he was definitely going to leave. But that wouldn’t be too soon. If he was fighting the Grandmaster’s champion he may never leave. You had seen the green monster in action and he was brutal.

Later that day you and Loki were sitting in the upper class stands at the Grand Arena watching the fights. Loki was constantly wiping his palms on his pants and his leg was bouncing up and down. He had never seen the champion fight but you had told him how ferocious he was and that made Loki nervous.

The Grandmaster announced Thor and when he came out onto the dirt the crowd was filled with ‘boos’ and other jeers. The ring around the bottom of the stadium begins to rise to accommodate the height of Thor's opponent and the Grandmaster started to announce him.

“Ladies and gentlemen I give you… your Incredible…” he trailed off, or at least you thought he did because before he could say the actual name the fighter burst through the doors and yelled, “HULK!”

The blood drained from Loki’s face next to you. “I’ve got to get off this planet,” he mumbled.

“Why what’s wrong?” you asked, worried.

“The Grandmaster’s champion is an Avenger, just like Thor. And he’s defeated me.”

Down on the dirt Thor had looked up into your box and was yelling, “We know each other! He’s a friend from work.”

The Grandmaster’s mouth dropped open and he looked over at Loki, who was staring straight forward and clearing his throat.

Thor was making small talk with Hulk before you heard him look over and shout again, “Loki! Look who it is!”

You’d never seen Loki so nervous and afraid. You reached over and placed a hand on his arm. “It’ll be okay.”

Down below Hulk was tired of hearing Thor talk and started running towards him. The fight was in full force and Loki was getting more nervous by the second. Hulk was in it to win it, and he wasn’t sure if his brother would be able to make it out. Surprisingly Thor was able to hit Hulk, sending him all across the barrier on the arena. The crowd was silent as Thor neared Hulk. He placed his hand in Hulk’s massive one and started speaking, but you couldn’t tell what he was saying.

They weren’t fighting and everyone was still and watching. Then Hulk grabbed Thor and swung him back and forth, hitting him against the ground countless times. Loki jumped up, startling you, and shouted, “Yes that’s how it feels!”

The Grandmaster looked over at him questionably and Loki responded with, “I’m just a huge fan of the sport.” The Grandmaster didn’t say anything, just turned back toward the arena and laughed.

Loki sat back down and you looked at him with your eyebrows raised, “What was that about?”

“Well… Hulk did that to me a few years ago.”

“Really?” you laughed.

“Yes. It wasn’t one of my finest moments,” he chuckled. You both settled back down on the couch and focused on the match again. The fight progressed and favor switched between Hulk and Thor for a minute or two. The Grandmaster and Loki were leaning in and cringing depending on the blow and who it had landed on. But things weren’t looking good for Thor. Hulk had him pinned down and was beating him to death.

Blow after blow was pounding down right on Thor’s face. Then something happened. You strained your eyes to see that Thor’s eyes began to glow and lighting began to glow and crackle all around his body. He seemed to gather his strength for a second, wind back his hand and land a punch right to Hulk, sending him flying with an arch of lightning, resulting in a collective gasp from the stands.

Hulk collapsed yards away from Thor. The Grandmaster raised out of his seat, stepped forward and stared at the scene below you. The crowd was murmuring and whispering all kinds of things. You looked over at Loki, who had his elbows propped up on his knees with his mouth wide open.

Thor and Hulk both stood up and ran towards each other, jumping and then hitting one another. It was like a mini-explosion where Thor’s fist collided with Hulk. You were on the edge of your seat. It seemed like Thor could win. The crowd sure seemed to think so because they were chanting, “Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!”

Your full attention was drawn on the arena and a perplexed expression crossed your face when Thor violently shook and then fell to the ground. You looked around and saw the Grandmaster pointing his activator down at Thor, activating his Obedience Disk. You couldn’t believe it. If the Grandmaster wouldn’t have interfered then Thor could have won. He could be freed.

The Grandmaster stood up with a smile and started his projection onto the center of the arena, “Well done! Well done! Two very good fighters, but it looks like my champion has defended his title once again. Thank you everyone for attending today, I hope to see you at the next battle!”

His projection disappeared and people started to file out of the stands. You could tell by the silence that followed that the Grandmaster wasn’t too happy. He walked out of the room followed by guards, leaving everyone else alone. Loki was leaning back on the couch next to you slack-jawed.

“That wasn’t fair,” you breathed out.

He shook his head, “No, no it wasn’t.”

“At least he didn’t die. He should be okay for now,” you said, talking about Thor.

“Thank god.”

You and Loki returned home and sat down on the living room couch. You never got the chance to talk about Thor’s arrival but now no one else was around.

“You might be leaving soon,” you said.

“I may.” Loki reached his hand over and took one of yours in his. You couldn’t mistake the sadness in his voice.

“I won’t make you stay. If you need to go then you should.” You looked at Loki with pure earnestness in your eyes. It hurt to say it, but if Loki and his brother needed to leave then you didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t.

“Y/N I don’t want to go. I want to stay here… with you.”

“What about your sister? Didn’t you say she was trying to take over Asgard, your home?” you questioned with a soft voice.

“Yes but- we don’t stand a chance. If we go we’ll only die. There’s no hope for us.”

You faced your whole body towards him and dipped your head down so Loki could see your face. “You don’t know that. You’re strong and I know you aren’t a coward.”

He stayed quiet but squeezed your hand and met your eyes.

“If you need to go, don’t let me hold you back,” you repeated.

Loki strained up and gave a stern look forward as he nodded his head. “You’re right. I do need to go. Asgard is my home.” He bent his head towards you and spoke, “But I want to make my time with you count.” He leaned in and tilted his head, eyes trained on your lips. You also leaned in and closed your eyes, letting yourself dissolve into the tender kiss.

It heated up quickly, pants filling the air between you every time you parted. You crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands glided from your shoulder blades to your butt, caressing you.

You pulled away and opened your eyes for a second, your face only inches from his. “Should we take this to my room?”

“Yes, we should.” Loki raised up, holding you in his arms and carrying you to your room. You slid out of his arms right in front of the foot of your bed. He started undressing, pulling off his cape, boots, and other components of his complicated outfit. Yours was much easier to get off. All you did was kick off your slippers and undo your dress in the back and let it pool at your feet.

The whole process took a few minutes and you giggled when you had to help Loki undress.

“This is a mood killer,” Loki sighed.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. You pulled off the last garment including Loki’s underwear and he turned around to let you see him. He was so beautiful, every single thing about him. You could definitely believe he was a god, because he sure looked like one. Your wandering eyes made him chuckle, but he couldn’t say anything because he was doing the same.

His hands hovered over your hips, almost like he was afraid to touch you or else you would crumble in front of him. You smiled up Loki and put your hands over his, guiding them to your bare skin. He sharply inhaled as he felt how smooth and warm your skin was. He let out a small laugh in disbelief. He couldn’t imagine himself ever being so lucky as to have you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. He lifted you up again and walked over to your bed until his knees hit the edge. He crawled on and lowered you down onto the fluffy pillows. Your body was on display for him and he was completely swooning over you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe.

“And you,” you reached up and pulled him closer to you by his shoulders, “are very handsome.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Since he was already down there he crept lower and lower, placing gentle kisses from your cheek all the way down to your lower stomach. Your breath hitched as his breath fanned over your vagina. He gave it a small kiss before he leaned back. He replaced his mouth with his fingers, sliding them up and down your folds before inserting one.

He surveyed your face as he began to curl his finger making you start moaning quietly.

“Does it feel good?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes,” you moaned out.

He smiled and continued to work you up, building the pressure inside your lower stomach. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. You tried to, but with all the new feelings going on you were squeezing them shut. Loki frowned and cupped your cheek with his hand, rubbing it with his thumb.

“Princess, will you look at me?” he asked. You opened your eyes and did as he asked. You kept your eyes open but your lids were only half open.

You loved the way his fingers felt but you wanted more- you wanted him. “Loki- Loki I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

He pulled his fingers out and wrapped that hand around his cock, pumping it and getting it ready to be inside you. He spread your legs further than they already were and walked forward on his knees until his tip was right against your entrance. You put his hand around it and guided it in slowly, letting you adjust to the length.

Your hands were on either side of your pillow and you were squeezing it. It wasn’t very painful, but it didn’t feel right to just have your hands open, so you clenched them around your silk pillowcase. Loki saw them and put his own hands on top of yours. As he rolled his hips into you that’s what kept him stable.

“Darling, you make me feel-” he moaned, “so good.”

The inside of you was warm and velvety, encasing his dick in a personal heaven. In just a few minutes he knew what was going to come. Him.

Loki was making you feel just as good as you were making him, if not better. You weren’t a virgin. You had lived long enough to want men and take them back home with you. But none of them were making you feel the way Loki was. He knew exactly what to do, what pace to go at, and all the right words to say. The gentle moans and vulnerable face were so beautiful above you that tears were staining your cheeks.

Worry crossed Loki’s face, he thought you were hurting. “Are you okay?” he asked quickly.

“I’m fine, you’re just- you’re so beautiful.”

He choked out a laugh and regained his original pace. The compliment had warmed his entire body. He was on cloud nine. There was a growing sensation in his lower region and he could feel his orgasm coming.

“I’m about to cum,” he panted.

“Go ahead darling, cum for me,” you returned. His eyes widened but he went ahead, cock stiffening before releasing his cum.

You moaned, head falling to the side from the buzz traveling through your body. You arched your back in an attempt to hurry your own orgasm along. You could feel it approaching but it couldn’t get there soon enough for you. Loki thrusted faster and tried to hit that spot that he knew you had. He succeeded, and an overwhelming pleasure drifted through you.

Your walls clenched around his dick and your own juices squirted out. You sniffed and wiped your tears, opening your eyes to see Loki’s face in complete and utter amazement. You laughed a little as he pulled out of you and rolled over to be by your side.

“What was that face for?” you asked.

“That was the best I’ve ever felt. You are… perfect in every way.”

“I feel the same about you.” You turned on your side and placed a hand on his cheek, just like he had done to you a few minutes prior.

He nuzzled closer to you, putting his face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll come back for you. I promise,” he whispered.

“I’ll be waiting,” you responded while stroking his hair.

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フェア関西のルームメイト二名 (The Two Roommates from Fair Kansai)

Chapter 2: The Typo

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Description: In which while typing a roommate ad online, the famed Miya Atsumu, (23) MSBY Jackals Setter, makes a detrimental typo that leads to an influx of women applicants. Confused, but not completely opposed (the idiot), Miya Atsumu lands on a formidable candidate. Y/n L/n. A Biotechnology major at Kansai University, looking for a change after her last disastrous roommates and some space from a particular complication. It’s odd, but it’ll work. Maybe a little too well.

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: ~1.4k

A/n: Cross posted from my AO3. I update there first, so if you want the chapters sooner, check it out!

To say Atsumu was overwhelmed would be an understatement. When one of the athletic directors approached him saying how his phone kept going off in the locker room, he was concerned something was seriously wrong. As a precaution, they assure him that if it was an emergency that he should feel free to take the day. But upon closer inspection, he quickly realized that wouldn’t be necessary. He scrolled through what seemed like pages of messages and missed calls about the ad. And not just any inquiries, but…

“ALL WOMEN!” Atsumu exclaimed loudly in the busy shop. A few annoyed heads turned to the source of the outburst.

Osamu rolled his eyes, “‘Tsumu, we talked about this. Having you come during busy hours is already enough of a nuisance, but could you keep it down? This is still a public place.”

“But ‘Samu! What am I going to do?” Atsumu whisper-shouted like it would help his outburst, but it still elicited a few head turns, “I already didn’t want to room with a stranger! And now all of the applicants are girls? This has to be some sort of joke.”

Osamu helped with the line and handed out a few orders to customers before focusing some energy on his dramatic brother. “Well, did you specify that you were only looking for male roommate?”

Atsumu picked at the stray rice grains on his plate as he tried to remember what he wrote. He couldn’t remember specifying anything about the roommate themselves; focusing mainly on the apartment itself. He voiced his thoughts to his brother.

“Hmm, well Atsumu can be a girl's name. Maybe that’s why?”

He tried not to be offended at his brother’s comment, mainly because he was partially right. It’s possible that they’re assuming he’s a girl. But that doesn’t make entire sense either. Is it possible his fan club found the posting? That seemed pretty possible. Atsumu knew fangirls could get crazy when they wanted to be.

Osamu finished some things behind the bar and went over to sit by Atsumu. The two contemplated his conundrum over a fresh plate of onigiri. After Osamu’s second, he spoke up, “Just for science, can I see your ad?”

Atsumu gave him an incredulous look, but pulled up the ad anyway, “I mean, sure, but I don’t think-”

At Atsumu’s sudden silence, Osamu’s curiosity was piqued, “”Tsumu? Everything okay?”

Wordlessly he handed the phone over and Osamu read through the ad. Immediately after reading, he burst into laughter.

“‘Samu! This isn’t funny!”

But Osamu was laughing so hard he couldn’t even speak. Some of his employees turned out of concern and curiosity at their boss’ sudden burst. Eventually, he calmed down enough to choke out a “you are in some trouble, ‘Tsumu”.

Roommate Wanted.

Master Bedroom available with a private bath in a 100 sq m apartment in Osaka. In-unit wash, AC, dishwasher, internet, etc. Fully furnished (besides bedroom available). Rent with utilities is 62784¥. Near public transportation. Feel free to contact with questions or offers.

06-XXXX-XXXX

Text/Call

Miya Atsumi

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“Alright, that wraps it up for today. Finish the calculations on your own time and be sure to bring back your completed form by next class. See you Tuesday!”

The sound of chairs scraping against the floor harmonized with the zipping and unzipping of backpacks as the classroom got up to leave. Y/n pulled out her phone to finally check her messages.

From: Mom

Found a listing in Osaka that looks interesting. Good apartment with really good pricing. You should give them a call.

(link)

Y/n typed a quick thank you before clicking on the link. Her mom was right. It looked like a decent location and a not too bad price. Trying to look for any information on the roommate (roommates?), all she could see was a number and a name at the bottom of the ad. What a strange listing. It was probably the shortest listing she’d ever come across--and definitely the most to the point.

Y/n sat and stared at the listing for a little bit while weighing her options. She just got out of an interesting situation in Suita, but she was now living with her parents. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but both her and her parents weren’t exactly jumping at the idea of her moving back in, especially with her graduating college next year.

Making up her mind, she copied the number and sent a quick text to the number on the ad. A silent prayer was sent to whoever was listening. This wouldn’t fix all of her problems, but this would solve a big one and she swore she would be able to handle the rest.

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“And you told me I was loud,” Now Atsumu was getting antsy about the amount of people staring at his hysteric brother. “”Samu, you need to calm down.”

This had been going on for at least ten minutes now. Osamu would read through the ad, get sent into a fit of laughter, finally calm down, but then would read it again and the cycle would start all over again. Not used to being the responsible twin, in addition to being extremely embarrassed by his brother’s reaction to his typo, Atsumu was at a loss for what to do. He tried sending reassuring smiles to patrons and mumbled some apologies, but that was the extent of his capabilities.

Finally, Osamu calmed down and pushed Atsumu’s phone back to him. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Osamu tried to console his brother, “Hey, maybe this won’t be such a bad thing. Surely, there’s at least one of those girls that you could at least be civil with.”

Atsumu scrolled through his messages again, exacerbated, “Even if that’s true! There’s too many! I don’t really have the time to sit and go through all of these.”

There were at least 100 people who had responded to his ad and where the messages definitely weren’t flooding in as much as they had earlier that day, he would get a notification about once every 15-20 minutes. By the time he got through the original applicants, there would be another 100-200 to take their place. In between practice and conditioning, there was no way Atsumu was going to be able to get through these all by himself.

“Tell you what,” Osamu leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, “Since this was partially my idea, I’ll help you tonight after I close up. And if we can’t find anyone, I’ll help you write up a better listing and we can delete this one.”

Atsumu’s other issue with all of these applicants is that he really didn’t want to spend energy looking through dozens of descriptions and deciding if he would like them or not. He assumed it would be like the dating app he had for a couple weeks, but worse. Atsumu really didn’t like the idea of judging someone based on a single paragraph they wrote about themselves. He preferred a more personal approach. Like with the various spikers and teammates he’d played with over the years, he was really good at reading people in person. Within a short conversation, he could pretty accurately lay out a person’s personality (what things they might like, what might make them tick, what things they were indifferent to). Over the internet it was much more difficult.

He guessed he could always ask them to meet in person, right? That was something people did. They could meet at his brother’s restaurant so then Osamu could get a feel for the other person. Atsumu figured it would also get one glaring issue out of the way: he was a guy.

It was a fool proof plan. Osamu and him would sort through the applicants tonight and he would invite them to meet him in person. This way he can see if it’s going to work or not and if they aren’t comfortable with rooming with a guy they can just leave. Genius!

Atsumu recounted his plan to his brother and Osamu was in agreement. With that, the blonde brother left to go to afternoon conditioning, planning on returning just before close to sneak in a few more onigiri from his brother before the long haul.

[jenoptimist]

you may have only gotten half a pudding cup but you got yourself a real life Disney Prince, so who’s the real winner?

✮ Pairing: kunhang x reader (gender neutral)

✮ Genre: fluff

✮ Word count: 5.8k

♡ Yakult says: hendery!!!!in!!glasses!!!!!!! pls i love him sm 🥲

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There was a phone number in you calculus textbook that you were one hundred percent sure you never wrote down. Not that you could, anyway, considering that it was a library book. Well, no, techincally you could write it in but you wouldn’t dare. The longer you stared at the handful of digits, the more you freaked out. You absolutely could not afford to be fined! The whole reason why you borrowed it from your college library was so that you didn’t have to spend money in the first place!

After gathering your materials and stuffing them into your bag, you hurriedly left your local library. You fished your phone out of your pocket, scrolled through your – admittedly pathetically short – list of contacts and called the person who you suspected wad the source of your small dilemma.

“‘Sup?” Yangyang greeted.

“Be honest with me,” you said seriously, immediately cutting to the chase, “were you the one who wrote the number?”

There was a beat of silence, and then, “what number?”

“You know,” you urged as you neared the apartment complex that the two of you lived in. “The one in my calculus textbook? I borrowed it from the college library and I don’t want to get into shit if they find it.”

“That wasn’t me!”

“Oh really?” You asked in disbelief as you hopped into the elevator and punched the number to your floor. After what you dubbed as, ‘The Spaghetti Incident of 2018’ you could never be too sure with him. When he replied that he didn’t, you asked him another two times. Throughout your friendship with Yangyang, you found that the trick to getting him to admit the truth was to keep badgering him until he either: got fed up or thought that whatever he did was no longer funny.

“I swear on my Hot Wheels!”

You hummed in consideration. His Hot Wheels collection was his utmost pride and joy - second only to his large sneaker collection - especially since he owned a handful of exclusive and rare ones. They were all displayed neatly on several shelves on one of the walls in his bedroom. They were even color coordinated and everything! Sometimes, when you went to offer him some food, you found him staring at them with a wide smile, his eyes full of admiration.

“Oh,” you frowned as you grabbed your keys from your jacket pocket but before you could slot your key into the lock, the door opened. Yangyang, the dork, greeted you over the phone even though he stood in front of you, a boyish grin displayed on his face. You rolled your eyes, not able to smother your smile as you hung up and stepped inside, locking the door behind you. It was noticeably warmer than usual and the apartment smelled if something toasty, which only meant one thing. “Pizza?” You guessed confidently.

Just as he gave you an affirmative, the oven began beeping to signal that it was finished. As Yangyang brought everything to the coffee table in front of your couch, you slipped off your shoes, dropped your bag and shrugged your coat off. While he cut the pizzas into almost even slices, you grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge.

Although it was still piping hot, you couldn’t help but take big bites. Your slice of doughy goodness was diminished within seconds. Solving calculus problems did thay to you. It was your least favorite module of the semester and brought on a headache whenever you left your lectures.

“This is so good.” You remarked as you took another slice. You loved a good margherita from Dominos but there was nothing like a frozen pizza from your local supermarket—the additives was probably what made it delicious, the cheap price just happened to be a bonus. Yangyang definitely felt the same, seeing as how the two of you devoured both pizzas within minuts, silence taking over the room.

You took a sip of your soda after popping open the top. “I”–you didn’t like the mischief that danced in uour room-mate’s eyes–“dare you to call the number.”

In your haste to swallow it, the soda passed through your throat uncomfortably, as if it were a large stone. “Nuh-uh.” You said with a shake of your head. There was absolutely no way you were going to call that number! You were just going to forget that it was even there. Or maybe you would return the book and hope that the next unfortunate student who will borrow it would be the one to pay whatever fine they had for ‘defacing public property’, as the college liked to call it. You didn’t know how many people had a calculus module in their course but you sure hoped that it was a large number.

“Awh come on, y/n!” At the firm shake of your head, he folded his arms and pouted slightly. A moment of silence passed and then, “I’ll give you a twenty.”

You took another sip of your soda as you mulled it over. “How about a ten and your last mango pudding cup for a text?”

Yangyang sucked a breath through his teeth. “That’s a tough bargain.” You shrugged, he hogged the other five pudding cups for himself so if he really wanted you to call this mystery person, he would have to give up the remaining one. “Okay, what if I give you fifteen and we split the pudding cup.”

“Better than nothing.” You conceeded after a second of thinking it over.

Yangyang’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he held out his hand for you to take. Once you shook it, the two of you quickly cleaned up. Not even ten minutes later, the last pudding cup and two spoons were on the table along with the textbook, opened on the page with the number on it. Yangyang leaned closer to your shoulder, his head practically resting on top of yours as he watched you type in the number and text.

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

hey! i found ur number on a textbook i borrowed from the library so i thought i’d say hi i guess?

“Now we wait.” Yangyang said as he returned to his seat and opened the pudding cup. He handed you your spoon and the two of you dug in, eventually fighting for the last bit.

The reply came when you and Yangyang were watching Into The Spiderverse. Neither of you paused the movie when you heard the notification sound your phone let out—you had seen it countless times; twice when it was in cinemas and every so often whenever it was on Netflix.

You were slightly nervous about the reply, which was silly considering that you didn’t even know the person, but you opened up the text anyway so that it would be over and done with.

from: 13X XXXX XXXX

Hi. My friend just told me he wrote it in there before I transferred. I’d be grateful if you could rub it out or use correction tape to get rid of it. Also, please delete my number.

You pursed your mouth at the response. It wasn’t as if you were hoping to be best friends or anything but the prospect of befriending someone had definitely excited you. You had college friends but that was liferally what they were: friends who you only saw in college. None of them hung out with you outside of college and whenever you did offer, they would either say yes to humour you – which, unfortunately, was blatantly obvious – or came up with an excuse. Which sucked, for obvious reasons but you would survive. The only people you had actually managed to successfully befriend were Yangyang (because he was looking for a room-mate at the time) and his best friend, Dejun.

“Uh-oh,” came Yangyang’s voice. “What did they say?” He was quick to read the text after you turned your phone to show him the screen. “Whoever it is, they’re very, um,” he paused for a moment while he thought of a fitting description, scratching his head, “grammatically correct?” At your nod of agreement, he added, “at least he said ‘please’.”

You shrugged as you typed a quick reply. “I guess.”

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

sure thing

from: 13X XXXX XXXX

Thank you.

The two of you refocused your attention to the movie, the texts completely forgotten once you received his reply. Later that night, you did as you were requested and used correction tape to hide the number—which was written in neat, tiny green ink. You were aware that covering the numbers in correction tape would also be considered as ‘defacing public property’ too, but it was for the sake of the stranger’s privacy. It seemed as though you were the fiest to contact the number but, still, if you were in their position, you wouldn’t like your number to be in public property either.

As for the text, you took a screenshot of it for Yangyang, who asked for it so that he could show Dejun while he typed away in your groupchat, and then erased the number from your phone.

*

Two weeks later, you found yourself sitting at the study desk in your room, staring helplessly at the blank answer boxes of the calculus assignment you had been told to complete and submit before the end of next week. You wanted to cry in frustration as you redirected your gaze down to your notebook where you had been trying to solve the equations. The entire page was a mess and your desk was coverd with eraser bits. It had gotten to the point where some parts of the page had gone grainy, like it always did when you repeatedly erased something on the same area. There wasn’t a single problem that you managed solve—no matter how hard you tried. It was pathetic, really.

With a sigh, you decided to take the break that you had put off, not wanting to take one until you solved a problem (ha!) as a reward. Maybe you would rewatch the entire Twilight saga again (Dejun had managed to convince you to read the series a couple of months back and the movies had become something like a guilty pleasure of yours,) because it was clear that you were going absolutely nowhere.

Just as you had started Eclipse, you heard the door open but didn’t bother moving from your spot. In fact, you hadn’t moved since you started your movie marathon a few hours ago because you were all too comfortable buried inside your fluffy blanket on the couch.

“Perfect timing!” Dejun’s rich voice bellowed, “it just started.” There was the sound of socked feet running towards the couch and then he lifted your legs, sat down and laid them down on top of his lap.

“Hey Dejun.” You greeted, raising your hand for a high five.

When he slapped his palm against yours, he asked, “how’re you doing?”

Just as you opened your mouth to answer, Yangyang spoke up. “Judging from the Twilight marathon that’s going on,” there was a hissing sound of a can opening and the audible sound of him taking a quick sip of whatever canned beverage he was holding, “not very good.”

“Hey!” You exclaimed but your your friend only shrugged, smiling amusedly. “He’s right though,” you grumbled, “I’m really struggling with calculus at the moment.” Struggling was an understatement. You really wanted to pass it because you definitely didn’t want to repeat the exam. That would be a nightmare.

Dejun looked at you sympathetically before he made an affronted noise in his throat, one that you felt deeply in your soul as he turned to face Yangyang. “The Twilight saga is a cinematic masterpiece and you absolutely cannot change my mind.”

“Okay,” the blond replied, clearly up for the challenge. “But it’s not better than Shrek now, is it?”

“Shrek?” Dejun repeated incredulously. “Shrek is an iconic classic but the Twilight saga? Definitely on a different wavelength. The scene in New Moon where Bella just sits on her chair looking out the window soullessly? Perfection! It was a fantastic book to movie adaptation. And don’t even get me started on—”

“As thrilling as your debate is becoming,” you said, interrupting the point that the brunet was about to make, “I’d really love to continue the movie so I can hear young BooBoo Stewart say, ‘newest, bestest, brightest’ to help me feel a crumb of joy.” You were unable to find it in yourself to feel guilty about cutting in. They could take their debate somewhere else while you continued to wallow in your feelings of failure.

The pair read your mood easily and shrugged at one another in concession. Dejun patted your leg lightly in comfort as Yangyang jumped on the couch to sit on your other side, giving you a quick side-hug before focusing on the movie. It was silent up until Rosalie finished telling Bella her the story about her past.

“I’ve been thinking,” Dejun spoke up.

“Uh-oh.” Yangyang muttered playfully to you, his voice purposefully loud. You huffed out a laugh before lightly digging your elbow into his side, knowing that he’s had an awful share of ideas in the past.

Dejun stuck his tongue out at him but continued with what he began saying instead of retaliating. “Why don’t you text that person? The one whose number was in the textbook you borrowed? They must have done the module or something.”

You considered what he said seriously, even pausing the movie so that you could discuss it with him. “What if they didn’t though? What if it was their friend who borrowed the textbook? They did say that it was their friend who wrote it there.”

“Then you could just ask their friend for help.” Yangyang piped up. It was a statement that you couldn’t counter but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t try to.

“I don’t have their number anymore,” you said to them. “They asked me to delete it, remember?”

“And that’s where you’re wrong,” Dejun told you as he reached into one of the pockets of his jeans and fished out his phone. Yangyang leaned over slightly and the two of you watched as Dejun quickly swiped his finger up his phone. “Here you go!” He said brightly, turning his phone so that you were facing the screen. And there it was: the screenshot that Yangyang asked you to take so that he could send it to Dejun. There was no way you could weasel your way out of this situation now.

“Okay,” you relented, “I’ll text them after we finish this saga.”

“If you text them after this movie, I’ll pay for take-out.” Yangyang bribed, eager for this idea to take place.

You weighed out the pros and cons briefly before agreeing with him. It would be a win-win situation: you would get take-out and a possible tutor. It seemed as if time moved quicker because the movie felt as though it finished within a few minutes. As Yangyang dialed the number for a local take-out place, you slowly typed out a text, him and Dejun watching you with hawk eyes.

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

hi! it’s me again. i know you don’t know me but could you please help me with calc? or your friend, whoever borrowed the textbook. please. i feel like my brain is melting

You flung your phone on the table, laid back down on the sofa and released a long sigh. It would be a lie if you said that you weren’t hoping that they would say yes. You were trying your best but it was as if your brain refused to coorperate with you when it came to calculus. If only Yangyang or Dejun were enrolled in the same course as you. It was often that you thoughr that wistfully, especially during times such as this.

It was when you were about to shove a huge lump of lo mein into your mouth that your phone lit up, indicating that you received a notification. You stuffed the noodles into your mouth and grabbed your phone off of the table, dropping your wooden chopsticks into the rest of your dish.

“What did they say?” Dejun asked as he bit into an egg roll.

“Depends,” you read out. “Would I get paid for it?” You practically exclaimed the last part. It was fair that they were wondering about payment after all, who would want to tutor for free? The thought of the amount in your bank account had you cringing, you couldn’t afford to pay for a tutor at the minute. Although, you couldn’t afford to fail your module, either. So it was a lose-lose sotuation. You sighed before shoving another chopstick full of noodles into your mouth as you thought of a reply, eyes never leaving your screen. “How can I say, ‘no I cant’t but I really need your help’ without sounding desperate?”

“You can’t.” Yangyang replied matter-of-factly, chewing on his mapo tofu.

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

no but u’d have my gratitude forever???????

from: 13X XXXX XXXX

Oh.

[typing. . .]

I’ll have to think about it.

[typing. . .]

Just kidding! I’ll help you out, free of charge. Would you like to do it over the phone or meet IRL?

You cheered loudly when their last text delivered. “I’m guessing they said yes?” Dejun said, smirking smugly. You nodded, grinning widely as your fingers flew on the keyboard in your phone.

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

omg ur a lifesaver!!!!! maybe over the phone?? it’ll probably be more convenient foe the both of us :)

from: 13X XXXX XXXX

Gotcha. We can discuss our schedule sometime tomorrow.

*

Your tutor, Wong Kunhang, was surprisingly really helpful. He was much more friendly than you thought he would be, immediately introducing himself after greeting you over the phone. For the entire three hours that the two of you were on the phone, he was nothing but the epitome of patience. Not only that, but he explained everything in a way that you could easily understand and even cracked a lame joke or two to break the tension whenever he noticed that you were becoming incredibly frustrated. By the end of the session, you felt microscopically better about calculus. While you couldn’t say that you were especially ecstatic for the upcoming lectures and assignments, it was safe to say that, while you had a long way to go, things were sort of looking up.

from: Wong Kunhang (tutor)

Same time next week?

to: Wong Kunhang (tutor)

definitely!!

[typing. . .]

also if ur comfortable with it can we pls video chat instead?? i think it would be much quicker than us sending each other pictures back and forth

from: Wong Kunhang (tutor)

That’s a good idea! I can’t believe we didn’t think of it earlier ahahaha.

*

As you worked through the practice problems that Kunhang prepared for you, you couldn’t help but sneakily stare at your phone to catch a glimpse of him repeatedly. It sure came as a surprise when it came time for the video call and you found yourself face to face with a Disney Prince who came to life. There was no other way to sum up how handsome he was. He somewhat reminded you of Prince Eric—what with his black hair, wide, bright eyes and kind smile. It wasn’t as if you thought or expected that he would he unnattractive. In fact, you hadn’t really wondered about what he would look like at all since you had a long list of priorities. None of which included thinking about whether or not you would find your tutor attractive.

But still. Kunhang was definitely one of those people who were blessed with beauty and brains. One of the Universe’s favorites, if you will.

“You good? Are you stuck on something?” You started at Kunhang’s voice, eyes flying from your phone to your page and back to meet his expectant look. You murmured a negative and resolutely kept your gaze on your work for the next half an hour to avoid a repeat of what had just jappened.

*

After nearly two months, the tutoring session had become a bi-weekly thing. Sort of. Somewhere in between you whining about every question but toughing it out and him encouraging you while also lightly teasing you, you and Kunhang became friends. One of the two sessions somehow always ended up with the both of you chatting, completely abandoning the unsolved equations in favor of getting to know one another, or, mostly recently, switching back and forth between the show that the two of you suggested to one another.

This week you would be tuning into his suggestion, Love Death + Robots. Kunhang would talk every now and again during some parts, especially when it came to his favorites, but you found that you didn’t really mind. Not when he sounded so (adorably) excited about it. The series itself was pretty good so far albeit short – six episodes in total, and the two of you were already on the fourth one – which meant that the you that you recommended (The Office because you were astounded that he hadn’t watched at least one episode) would soon become the primary source of entertainment since the two of you were only on season three.

As you stood in the snacks aisle, internally debating one which type of popcorn you should purchase (salted or buttered? the microwaveable kind or loose kernels? also, which brand? there were so many options, maybe too many,) your phone vibrated in your pocket. Swapping your basket from your non-dominant hand to your dominant one, you pulled out your phone and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey!” Kunhang greeted back brightly, “uh, so listen, I know we have our thing later but one of my sisters is moving out of her apartment and she asked me to help. Is it okay if we cancel?” The poor guy sounded super apologetic.

“Yeah, totally! Help her out!”–briefly, you thought about offering your assistance before deciding against it because that would be awkward and weird. Weirdly awkward. Awkwardly weird. Whatever–“I mean, it’s not like what we do is a set thing, anyway. I’ll probably ask the guys to hang out instead.” You eyed your basket full of snacks and made a mental note to grab the particular brand of potato chips that Dejun liked, already predicting that he would agree.

The silence that followed seemed to stretch on for hours on end. You would have assumed that the line dropped or went dead for some reason but you could definitely hear some shuffling sounds on the other side and, in a totally non-creepy way, Kunhang’s breathing.

“Right,” he finally replied, drawling the word out. There was another silence that felt extremely awkward. You wondered what facial expression he was making at the moment. It could have possibly clued you into what he as thinking. “Well that’s all I wanted to say I guess.”

“Oh,” you mumbled and then after a beat, you followed up with, “do you prefer salted or buttered popcorn? I’m trying to choose right now but I can’t decide.”

“Definitely salted. Buttered always leaves my mouth feeling weird.” You hummed while trapping you phone in between your ear and shoulder so that you could grab the generic box brand of microwaveable salted popcorn. The conversation carred on without anymore awkward pauses. You picked up a couple of items that he recommended every now and again, trusting his judgement. “Hey, you know what we should do?” Kunhang said as you queued up for the self-service checkout line, eyeing the items on display. When you hummed in response, he followed with, “we should hang out next week. In real life. We could do it on Sunday so you’ll still have one day of tutoring.”

It felt somewhat embarrassing that you agreed so quickly to his suggestion. You definitely should have played it cool but you had been meaning to ask him the same thing for a while now, so you were glad that he suggested it. “We can meet up at a café or something! Maybe have lunch? I’m paying, though!” It was only fair since he was helping you out for free.

“Lunch sounds good.”

“Great!”

“Great!” Kunhang mimicked, just as enthusiastically. “I’ve got to go but I’ll text you later?”

Both of you said your goodbyes then hung up. After tucking your phone back into your pocket, you made your way to the till that just freed up and began scanning your items. Once everything was paid for and bagged, you retrieved your phone to shoot a quick text in the group chat with Yangyang and Dejun, asking them if they felt like watching a movie franchise with you. They agreed, but only after Yangyang asked if ‘you’re weekly date with Kunhang got cancelled’ which earned him a picture of you flipping him off.

*

“Today’s the big date, huh?” Yangyang asked teasingly as you checked your appearance in the mirror once more, sprawled out on the couch as he made his way through his third mango pudding cup. From beside him, Dejun and Yukhei – the newest addition to your friend group since he and Dejun had to do an assignment together – gave your form an assessing once over.

Dejun, smiling mischievously, said, “obviously, can’t you tell by how nicely they’re dressed.”

You mock glared at the pair while Yukhei lightly slapped Dejun for his comment. Then he, bless his heart, beamed at you and said, “you look great!”

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling sweeting at him before addressing the other two, you firmly said, “and it’s not a date. We’re just hanging out, like the three, now four”–you corrected, glancing over at Yukhei–“of us do on a regular basis.”

“Oh, are they just a friend from your course then or something?” Yukhei asked curiously while Dejun and Yangyang hummed in unison, disbelief clear in their tones.

“No, it’s this guy, he helps me out with calculus. We’ve never met in person but he’s really nice.”

“I should hope so,” muttered Yangyang, peeling the seal off another mango pudding cup. “You’ve been crushing on him for a while now, so it would be a bummer if he wasn’t.” He said through a mouthful.

“Am not!”

“Are too!” Dejun countered for him.

“Am not,” Yangyang mimicked. “So what about all the times you’ve mentioned him then, huh?” And then he placed his pudding cup on the table, clasped his hands together by his cheeks and, in a voice that was meant to sound like yours, said, “‘oh, Kunhang told me this stuff is really good, we should try it out!’, ‘Kunhang is so smart!’, ‘can you believe Kunhang volunteers at the animal shelter and the nursery home as much as he can? Isn’t that so sweet?’, ‘Kunhang has such a Disney Prince smile!’. You gush about him all the time, it’s kinda sickening.”

You threw your arm out at him as you looked towards Dejun, hoping for some back up but you should have known better. They were your best friends after all. Dejun simply shrugged as he snatched a pudding cup from the coffee table and said, “to be fair, you do gush about him a lot. And! Whenever you text him, which most of the time, you get this goofy smile one your face.”

“Huh,” Yukhei mumbled, his tone full of thought. “This guy sounds a lot like one of my buddies.” The three of you looked at him with wide, curious eyes. When he noticed, he added, “it’s probably just a coincidence?” Although his tone suggested otherwise.

“Probably,” you replied as you grabbed your keys and shoved them in your pocket. “I’ve gotta get going or else I’ll be late.” You said as you made a beeline towards the door and slipped on the shoes you thought best suited your outfit. “Don’t wait up!”

“Why?” Yangyang replied just as you were about to close the door, playfulness evident in his voice, “I thought it was just lunch.” The other two cackled at that but you flipped him off and left the apartment, trusting that one of them would like the door behind you.

It was fortunate that you managed to catch the bus on time. After paying the appropriats fare, you made your way towards the back, earphones plugged in so that you could listen to some music along the way. Once seated, you took out your phone sent a text to Kunhang to let him know that you were on your way. His response was immediate, informing you that he was already nearby because his sister had asked him to run an errand for her, and asked you to text him when you were close.

Horizon was a cute little place that served as both a café and restaurant. It was sandwiched between a thrift shop and music store but, surprisingly, didn’t look the least bit out of place among the buildings. As you walked closed to it, you saw Kunhang standing by the entrance, bopping his head as he used his phone.

“Kunhang!” You called when you were close enough, after taking off your earphones and stuffing them into your pocket. Judging from the way he jolted slightly, you startled him. “Hey,” you greeted warmly when he removed his earphones. “You could have waited inside.”

Kunhang shrugged, a brilliant smile etched onto his face, “I thought it’d be easier if we walked in together.”

When you entered, you thought that you would have to find somewhere else to eat due to the amount of people present, but the staff who was waiting by the door only asked if you were eating in and then lead you to a table in the far corner of the room, right beside the window.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, y’know, in person.” Kunhang said as he browsed through the menu.

“You too,” you replied, peeking up from your own menu to find him wearing a hint of a smile. “I can’t believe it took us this long to be honest.”

Kunhang chuckled at that and nodded in agreement.

The meal seemed to fly by even though you left Horizon a little later than expected. You were still laughing as you headed out, thanking the waiter that served you one more time as you passed by him, at a story that Kunhang recounted that took place during his childhood. Although his texting style suggested otherwise, Kunhang was hilarious—which you knew already since he often made you laugh whenever you were on the phone with him, it was just a different feeling compared to the experience in person. You were almost sad at the thought of your time being over with him, until he jammed his hands into his pockets and, rocking back and forth on his herl, asked if you wanted to go get some ice cream since he knew a really good place nearby. And who were you to say no to that offer?

After fighting, again, over who would pay, the two of you roamed around for a bit, slipping into this store and that to window shop. Only when the stores began to close did you realize how late it had gotten. It wasn’t dark out, not yet, and you were surprised that several hours had passed since you first met up with Kunhang.

“Ready to call it quits?” You asked as the two of you began to make your way to where you would wait for your bus.

Kunhang shook his head and pointed somewhere behind you. “Let’s go to the playground over there. Race you.” And with that, he took off, leaving you to stare at him dumbfoundedly until your brain registered what he said and you ran after him.

“Cheater!” You huffed when you reached him, hands on your knees as you caught your breath.

Kunhang did nothing but through his head back and laugh at you. Attractively. It was something to ignore—his attractiveness, that was. But it was awfully difficult and all you could do was hope that he didn’t notice how you were looking at him. You couldn’t help it! Even though his outfit was relatively basic – just some gray-brown sweatshirt, black joggers and a pair of white sneakers – he looked effortlessly good. And it wasn’t just his appearance that made him attractive, either, oh no, because that just wasn’t enough. He also had to have an amazing personality.

“Let’s go over there,” he said after he sobered up, nodding towards the spring riders. “No racing this time.” He added with a wide grin. You weren’t able to suppress your own grin quick enough, rolling your eyes as you shoved his shoulder.

“I’m glad we met up today,” you admitted sincerely as you rocked back and forth on the spring ride. “You’re even better in person.”

Kunhang stopped rocking on his spring ride and looked at you. “I’m glad we met up today, too.” He told you with a smile that turned into one that was more sweet and shy as he said, “we should do it again some time, y’know, when we aren’t flooded with assignments and stuff.”

“Totally!”

“How about, maybe,”–Kunhang’s tongue darted out a sliver of his to wet his lips–“as a date?”

You stared at him in shock which he met head-on, that sweet, shy smile of his still present. You could feel a smile threaten to rise and you allowed it, messing with the hem of your top as you nodded in agreement. “That would be nice.”

“Really?” He asked, his tone both excited and unbelieving. When you assured him that you would be really looking forward to it, he said, “that’s– that’s great! I can’t wait, either.” Then, he jumped of his spring ride, held out his hand and pressed a feather light kiss to your knuckles like the Disney Prince he was when you placed your hand in his.

“We should probably head home.” You said, hand still in his. Kunhang never let go, so you figured he was okay with you interlocking your fingers and swinging your hands back and forth.

Like the gentleman he was, he waited for your bus with you and waited until you got on it, blowing kisses at you through the window. Your smile was so big your cheeks began to hurt as you pretended to catch the kisses.

(Later, after you had told Yangyang about how the day went swimmingly, you received a text from Kunhang and couldn’t help but huff out a small laugh. Your room-mate shot you a curious look so you let him read the text.

from: kunhang 💘

You know Yukhei?!?!?!!!!)

[badapricot]

What do you think will happen in episode 8 of lovely writer?

I’m in the dark because Episode 8 is where the free chapters of the novel stop.

My episode 8 timeline theory:

Gene tells Nubsib that he needs to move out so they can rebuild trust between them.

They go back to Bangkok and Gene folds Nubsib’s clothes, pushing him to move out.

Nubsib and Gene call when Nubsib is at his own condo, and Nubsib asks Gene to come to visit his place. Gene is suspicious because this man obviously just wants to xxxx.

Gene meets with Bua the next day and she tells him to go do it with the person he did it with to write his last NC scenes.

Gene and Hin go to the bookstore and Gene signs a magazine with Nubsib’s signature on it, which foreshadows the press conference mess.

They have the Bad Engineer press conference and it’s a disaster for the company because there are more SibGene shippers than SibAey shippers.

Gene gets insecure seeing Nubsib and Aey act like a couple while he has to act like a third wheel.

Aey confronts Gene in the bathroom because he catches him and Nubsib doing something intimate at the press conference. Maybe brushing fingers or making eye contact.

Gene and Nubsib go back to Gene’s condo and Gene tells Nubsib how he feels. Nubsib kisses him on the forehead. (This scene was in the BTS).

The next night, Aey calls Gene at night to apologize and Gene goes out to meet him because Aey sounds upset.

Aey gets Gene drunk and then confesses that he actually likes him and he’s been jealous of Nubsib for a really long time.

Nubsib gets involved, drinks Gene’s drink, and takes Gene home.

Aey texts Gene and tells him that he put something in his drink (that Nubsib drank) and the previously spoiled chaos ensues.

The only reason I’m placing the Aey-getting-Gene drunk spoiler so early is because I can’t see how Aey can confront Gene like that in the bathroom and then not at least attempt to apologize to him, because they have to be cordial for work. It’s possible it’ll be in a later episode but I think it could be in Episode 8—as long as Tum and Tiffy don’t inexplicably go makeup shopping for 8 minutes in the middle of the episode.

A few Episode 8 book spoilers for people curious:

Gene and Tum talk about what Nubsib did and Tum says it’s like a plot in a novel so Gene should use it.

Tum asks Gene if he likes Nubsib and Gene says he doesn’t know. He says it’s because Nubsib lied to him. Tum says he understands and tries to give Gene advice on how he can get revenge on Nubsib but Nubsib interrupts their call and tempts Gene away with food.

They eat and Gene says that Nubsib can’t live with him anymore, to rebuild the trust.

They go back to Bangkok in their separate cars, Gene goes to the condo and Nubsib goes to class.

Gene watches a movie and when Nubsib gets back, he kisses Gene on the cheek. Gene immediately offers to pack for Nubsib. For the first time Nubsib doesn’t help, he just sits there pouting while Gene folds his clothes, because he doesn’t want to go.

Nubsib pulls Gene into his arms and asks to stay. Gene says no and Nubsib says he’ll get homesick and miss him. Gene says if that’s the case then he can call him on LINE. Nubsib says he can’t kiss him through LINE.

Gene says that Nubsib knows his condo code so he can come whenever he wants and gets suspicious about Nubsib’s sly reaction.

Nubsib leaves and calls Gene when he gets to his condo. He coaxes Gene to come over to his place another time and Gene says okay.

The next day, Gene goes to meet Bua who compliments him on his NC scenes but says she wants more. She tells him to go do it with whoever he did it with last time to make his scenes better, and Gene says it isn’t like that.

Gene meets with Hin and Hin says he’s missed Gene and Nubsib. Gene asks if he missed him, or just Nubsib.

They go to eat and then go to a bookstore. A schoolgirl asks for Gene’s autograph and he assumes she’s a fan of his books, but then she gives him a magazine with Nubsib’s face on it that’s already been signed by Nubsib.

Gene thinks it’s weird but does it. He asks the girl where she got Nubsib’s autograph and she says that she met Nubsib earlier at another mall and when she told him she was going to get Gene’s autograph, he wanted to sign it too.

[thebrochtuarachs]

Something in the Rain - “Definitely, Maybe”

A/N: A miracle happened - I was able to write a follow up for this story!A short chapter but somehow this story is gaining traction in my head for a story line. Anyway, I hope this update helps in entertaining you, keeping you safe in your homes in this pandemic. THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the lovely comments on the 1st chapter. Really motivated me to try and write a follow and see where these two characters might be going. ;) As always, your comments and suggestions are invaluable. Lots of love, M.

AO3  / C1: A Day In June

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Glenna Fitzgibbons has been working at the Fraser Clan Law Firm since it began almost 35 years ago and today is the first day that Jamie Fraser is late for anything.

"Jamie, lad, 3 minutes late back from lunch! I never thought I’d ever see the day!" She couldn't let the dig pass once he arrived back.

"Ach, there's a first time for everything, I guess. I just didn't notice the time." Jamie scoffed as he tried to get away from further interrogation. "Well, have to get ready for the board meeting"

"Mmmhm" Glenna replied with a sly smile but let him go.

She'd known Jamie Fraser for all his life. Besides being colleagues, they are family first and foremost. She also knew that the lad kept a strict schedule. Meetings, gatherings, events - heck, even his dates started and ended in a specific time. So this 3-minute lateness is kind of a big deal.

She'd know about it sooner or later - whatever it was - but for now, she'd take note of this tardiness in the calendar for future reference.

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Jamie sat down in his office recalling the pretty bizarre encounter.

One moment he's focused on the timer at the crossing, after that, a stranger flopped under his umbrella and the smell of the most savory chicken recipe flooded his senses.

Jamie honestly didn’t mind whoever it was. He was raised to be a gentleman but more importantly, to be kind. He would’ve helped anybody, no doubt about that, but lucky him, he thought, it was a nice lass that came his way today.

“Hello, sorry. I hope you don’t mind.” The lass said, a sassenach , Jamie thought. Interesting. He wasn’t shy to look at the sassenach intruder though he noticed her embarrassment on self-assessing her rain-soaked look but kept to himself that she looked fine and lovely.

What followed next was simple but awkward conversation fillers as they made their way to her building located three blocks from his. A short walk, indeed, but there was something about the lady that may have caught Jamie’s interest.

Now, he’s assessing if this one of those passing feelings that emerge from unlikely situations that you quickly get over and adhere to mere circumstance or is there something further explored.

He tried to remember the details of their meeting, details of her - curly hair in a perfect bun, cute freckled face with captivating whiskey-brown eyes, simple white tee and jeans paired with a brown blazer and white sneakers - she looked very simple but very elegantly put.

Her choice of street chicken food for lunch might indicate that she’s not a picky nor the “all-i-eat-is-salad” type of eater, and the fact that she works nearby and he has a chance to see her again.

Yes, there might be something there, indeed.

He looked out to the city views, smiling, when he suddenly remembered that he had not asked the lady’s name. Jamie thought of ways to possibly connect with her again - Wait for her outside her building? Check at the crossing? The plaza? 

His train of thought was broken by his alarm, prompting him to prepare for his upcoming meeting. Jamie shook his head, decided not to overthink the situation and to leave it up to fate to cater the possibility of seeing her again.

[fanficimagery]

Cheap Thrills

Summary: Imagine receiving drunk text messages from a random number. Even when you make it known you're not who the person is looking for, the texts keep coming. And it's not until you make a post about the texts, complete with screenshots, do you find out who it is.

Words: 3.9K Warnings: None that I can think of.

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: u awake? [From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: miss u [From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: can i come over? [From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: hello?

You read the texts, snorting at the poor unfortunate individual who typed in the wrong number. Thumbs tapping out a message of your own, you send it before getting back to your movie.

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: i'm sure whoever you're trying to reach misses you too? But sorry to say you have the wrong number.

The random number doesn't text you back so you continue on with your night as if nothing had happened. But the next morning, when you wake up, you find yet another text message from the random number.

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: i am so sorry about those texts. I was drunk.

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: lol it's alright. You're forgiven.

You've had random numbers text you from time to time, but never a number that texts you in a drunken stupor yet again even after you've told them they had the wrong number. So the following night, you're surprised to see the stranger's number pop up again.

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: what r u doin?

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: umm…

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: r u a chick or a dude lol..

You snort. Of course. It's definitely a guy texting because had it been a drunk female there's no way she'd care to find out the gender. She'd most likely just text to her heart's content before passing out without a care in the world whether it was a guy or girl listening to her rant.

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: chick.

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: yess! Boyfriend?

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: jesus. You're really in top form tonight, aren't you?

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: baby i'm in top form every night ;)

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: and on that note, I'm out. Don't forget to chug some water before bed, Stranger Danger.

The texts continue the following weekend, the drunken stranger flirting to his heart's content. He's funny, is definitely down to cuddle, and really wants to spend the night though he has no clue who you are. You had asked for a name, but never got an answer. You weren't too alarmed about not knowing it since he was never really serious about coming over (at least you hoped not), but your curiosity ended up getting the better of you.

So after screenshotting a couple pages, you post them to Twitter after blacking out every number but the last four with the caption: Get you a stranger who'll drunk text you even after explaining you're not who he's looking for..

You weren't really expecting the screenshots to blow up the way they did, nor for anyone to actually know your drunken stranger, but sure enough a week later you're receiving private messages from none other than David Dobrik himself.

Planning to meet David Dobrik leaves you feeling a bit anxious, but you calm when he tells you his assistant Natalie will be joining him. So after hastily making some plans, you agree on meeting in a public park where there will be others around to make you feel a bit more comfortable.

You choose a pretty shaded spot beneath a tree in clear view of everyone milling about the park, and plop down with an assortment of snacks as you wait for David and Natalie to show up. Fortunately for you, you don't have to wait long. Natalie video calls you to find exactly where you're at and when she does it's not long before you're meeting them face to face.

David's already giggling and recording when he steps up to you, and you can't help but smile in return as you stand to greet them. "Hey. So, uh, it's cool to meet you guys." You briefly hug each of them before gesturing for them to sit with you.

"Likewise," David says. He and Natalie sit, and you offer them some of your snacks which Natalie readily digs in to. "So not to be rude and rush you, but can I please see the texts?"

You chuckle. "Yeah." Bringing forth your phone, you pull up the numerous texts from the number David claims to know. As you pass him your phone, you ask, "So you gonna tell me who Stranger Danger finally is?"

Natalie's eyes widen before she swats at David's arm. "You haven't told her?!"

"Ow! What?"

"David," she sighs.

You watch them, grinning. "I mean I kind of understood why David waited, but I'm really curious as to which one of your friends is thirsty as fuck to be texting a stranger."

David laughs as he continues to read. "Did he really say I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

You grimace. "Yeah. Even sent me a dick pic which is why I tell him that I don't wanna see the peen a few texts down."

"Oh my god," Natalie muses. "He didn't."

"He did. Now can I please know whose penis I have seared into my brain?"

Natalie facepalms as David says, "Toddy."

"Toddy?" You brow furrows as you try to recall which one Toddy is. It isn't until Natalie shows you a picture of Toddy on her own phone do your eyes widen. "Oh. Oh wow."

David snorts and Natalie winks as she puts her phone away. "So you never once asked what he looked like?" She then asks as David screenshots everything he can before airdropping the pictures to his own phone.

"I mean I didn't really care about what he looked like," you shrug. "I found amusement in the texts and it surprised me that he continued to text every time he got drunk. I asked for a name eventually, but he never gave one."

"So he doesn't know your name or what you look like?" David asks, finally looking up at you.

"Nope."

He slowly smiles and Natalie groans. "I know that look. I hate that look. What are you thinking?"

David giggles. "I'm thinking of surprising Todd." You must make a face because David's quick to finish explaining. "It'll just be us and Todd. We can all hang out at my place and if the others show up, they show up. It'll be fine."

"I- I mean.." You trail off, glancing at Natalie. "What do you think? You've got a clearer head on your shoulders."

"Hey!"

Natalie huffs a small laugh. "It could be fun," she then says with a small shrug. "Todd will definitely find it funny, especially since you exposed him on Twitter. He'll also be happy that you're cute."

You blush as they stare at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. And after taking a moment to think about it, you sigh. "What the hell. Let's do it."

David cheers and they waste no time in helping you gather your trash. David offers for Natalie to drive his car while he drives with you, and she agrees. Then on the way to his house, David records some more to get more of your story for his vlog.

He finds out you're single to which he ooh's at and casually mentions that Todd is single as well, and is quite fascinated to learn that you think his friend is hot. You laugh and end up blushing, so to make you feel a little better he mentions that you're his friend's type as well. But all too soon you're pulling up to David's house where he's instructing you to park behind the safety of his gate.

You've seen his house in several of his videos, but it still leaves you awestruck as they lead you inside. All shoes are left by the front door and you can't help but stare at the ridiculously large bean bag chair when you enter the living room.

"Dibs."

"On?" David asks, he and Natalie immediately plopping down on the couch and stretching out on opposite ends.

"The bean bag." You cautiously take a seat and let yourself sink into it, smiling at David's giggling. Once you're completely laid back and curled up, you sigh in contentment. "I definitely need to invest in one of these."

"It really is comfortable." David taps away on his phone, humming. "So Todd should be here in a couple of hours. Does anyone want to order food while we wait?"

"Food. Yes!" Natalie groans.

"Does anyone deliver a good burger? I am so down for a burger and fries," you grumble.

David turns on his TV while Natalie orders the food. Bohemian Rhapsody is on and you urgently plead for David to leave it on that. He does and you have no shame in singing along or clapping to the Queen songs. The We Will Rock You scene leads you to performing your own rendition of the song, and both David and Natalie crack up when you sing the entire song from heart.

The food eventually gets there and you all take a seat at the kitchen counters. However, not even halfway through with your food, Todd texts David that he's outside.

"Oh shit, Y/N. Hide!" David tells you.

You nearly fall off your stool to which Natalie nearly chokes on her food laughing at, but she's quick to help you into the guest bathroom that's just around the corner. She leaves you alone and rejoins David, and it's not long before a third voice enters the mix.

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Todd walks into the kitchen, yawning and ruffling his hair. He nods at Natalie as she washes a few dishes to place in the dishwasher, and then takes a seat next to David who has his camera set up across from him.

"So what's going on?" He asks, stealing a french fry from the tray in front of him.

"I called you over here because I want to hear your side of the story," David informs him, slowly grinning.

Todd freezes, nervously chuckling as Natalie smirks at him. "About?"

"About this." David pulls up tweet that went viral, showing Toddy the screenshots of his text messages.

"She didn't," Todd exclaims, laughing. "Fuck. She did!"

"You've been exposed," Natalie muses. "How does it feel?"

"How did you even find these? Or even connect them back to me," Todd then wonders. "Wait does she have a pic?"

"No," David laughs, taking back his phone. "And I know it's you because the last four digits are the exact same as yours, and when I DM'd her I confirmed that the number she had was the same one I had for you. It was a long shot really, but I'm glad I took that leap of faith."

"You talked to her?!"

"Yeah. She's really cool. I think you'd like her."

"Really?"

"Really," Natalie agrees. "And if you keep eating her food, she's going to murder you."

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"And if you keep eating her food, she’s going to murder you."

"My food?" You mumble. But then Natalie's words click and your eyes widen. You can hear Todd beginning to ask something, but you throw open the door and march out towards the kitchen. "Not another bite, Stranger Danger!"

Todd nearly falls off the stool from where he whirls around so fast and you can't help but laugh. He's surprised, but beams a moment later, and you slowly walk towards him.

"You're the- you're her?"

"Yep." You stop a few feet in front of him. "And you're him- the drunk texter."

"Holy shit." He laughs, shaking his head at David whose recording it all, and then asks you, "Can I hug you? Is that weird?"

"You've sent me a dick pic, man. There's no getting more weird than that."

The tips of Todd's ears burn red as he moves in for a hug and you embrace him briefly. When he lets go, however, he keeps one arm around your shoulders as he faces David's camera once more. "So how much of my texts have you actually seen?"

"Everything but the picture," David giggles. "Y/N deleted it."

"Y/N?" Todd then glances down at you.

"Yep. And you're Todd. It's nice to officially meet you."

"Aw. Aren't you two adorable," David teases. "Now come on. Let's move this to the living room. It's getting weird just standing around."

"Wait. Hold on." You scurry forward and grab up your half eaten burger, taking one last big bite from it before heading towards the living room.

Todd watches you go, gaze adoringly watching your every step. "Marry me."

With bulging cheeks, you wink and continue on.

David and Natalie retake their spots on the couch, and the bean bag is so large that Todd throws himself next to you after you've settled down. The problem with the bean bag, however, is that you end up sliding towards Todd since he's heavier. He winks when you bump into him and you huff a laugh, but you get settled either way and pull out your phone to give you something to do.

Todd, you find out, is an Instagram hoe and you find yourself taking numerous selfies with him- some with filters and some without. You're even in his Instastories, laughing and trying to cover your face, but it's no use. He gives no explanation as to who you are, only that you're a friend. He even posts quick little videos of David and Natalie, and you arguing with David over which movie to watch.

You have no idea how long you've been with the group, only that it feels like you've known these people for a long time, so it's no big surprise that other friends of theirs show up to hang out.

Erin and Carly show up together, followed by Zane and Matt.

"Wait. So let me get this straight," Erin exclaims. "You," she points at Todd, "have been texting her," she then points at you, "for weeks? And you had no clue what the other looked like or names and this is your first time meeting?"

From your position- Todd stretched out one way and you the other with your legs draped over his- you grin. "Yep."

"Todd!" Carly laughs. "What even- how?"

"I thought I was texting Corinna!" He defends himself, chuckling. "I deleted Corinna's number, and she and Y/N have similar numbers. Totally accidental."

Everyone glances at you and you roll your eyes. "Chill. I knew his texts were intended for the ex. I even encouraged him to text her, but his drunken self found more amusement with a stranger."

Natalie snorts. "I'll say. He asked for nudes pretty frequently."

"Todd!" Matt cackles at the same time Zane muses, "Baby, no."

"Don't worry, I never sent them. I got more respect for myself than that," you say. "Todd, on the other hand, has no shame."

"You didn't," Erin says.

"It was one time!"

"It was still a dick pic." You grin. "And come on, man, who are you trying to kid? Your texts were thirsty as fuck at times."

"I have got to see these texts," Zane says.

Smirking, you pull up the text messages on your phone and move to toss your phone to an eager Zane. But seeing what you're about to do, Todd grips your thigh just enough to make you laugh in surprise. "Y/N, don't."

Zane's still reaching for the phone so Todd rolls over you. You grunt at the added weight, wiggling just enough to roll both you and Todd off the bean bag and onto the floor. You both grunt when you land.

"Oh my god," David laughs. "This is better than two girls fighting in baby oil."

Everyone's laughing now, especially when Todd says, "There's nothing better than two girls fighting in baby oil," as he gets the upper hand and straddles your stomach.

Your phone slips out of your hand, which he's quick to grab up, but with your free hand you're free to pinch Todd's nipple through his shirt. He yelps and you're quick to buck him off, you then rolling the both of you in order to straddle his stomach before reaching towards his outstretched arm for your phone.

Todd goes oddly still before giggling and it's all too easy to reclaim your phone. "You know what, I'm not even mad about this position."

Slightly leaning up to glance between you and Todd, you huff a laugh when you see his face is practically in between your tits. "You're a dick." As you fully sit up, you pinch Todd again to which he giggles at and then toss your phone at Zane. "You have free reign to read every one of Todd's texts now. Enjoy." Zane cheers, Matt, Erin, and Carly quickly crowding him to read them as well.

Todd pokes your waist and you flinch, your waist being very ticklish, and the two of you end up slapping each other's hands as you slide off of him and back onto the beanbag. Todd's beaming smile makes your heart beat a little harder and you're grateful he can't hear it.

"You're kind of strong," Todd says as he ends up settling next to you once more.

"I should hope so. I grew up with two older brothers. You best believe they tried every wrestling move on me until I learned how to get out of it."

"They still tease you?"

"All the time." You slowly smile, chuckling at fond memories. "What about you? Any siblings you fight with?"

"Nah. I'm an only child."

"So you're an only child who still acts like a child, huh?"

"Hey!"

Todd reaches over as if he's going to tickle you and you curl up in order to protect yourself. "No! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

He chuckles softly and reaches for you again, but he only hooks an arm under your neck and pulls you in so you're curled into his side. "How much longer can you stay?"

You hum. "Not much longer," you admit. "I live about an hour away so I should be on the road pretty soon."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Zane, Matt, Carly, and Erin are still hysterical over Todd's drunken texts, David and Natalie are in their own world, as are you and Todd. His calm demeanor puts you at ease and you suddenly find yourself wishing you could stay much longer in his presence.

"Aw. Look at them," David suddenly teases. When you and Todd look at him, David smirks. "You're welcome."

You snort. "Shut up." Todd opens up his phone to momentarily distract himself, but in doing so you see the time. "Shit," you mumble. "It's already that late? I need to go."

Todd's head snaps in your direction. "Aw. No."

"Sorry, but I need to." He frowns and your heart goes out to him for a bit. "Tell you what. Let's go grab some dinner. You take your car and I'll take mine so I can leave afterward."

"Fuck it. Let's do it." You and Todd stand up, and everyone readily stares at you. "Nope," he tells them. "None of you are invited."

As the weeks slowly pass, nothing really changes with the exception that you've made friends with several Youtubers, and Todd's taken to texting you when he's sober as well now- maybe even hanging out when he's not with everyone else. So it's really no surprise when you get a FaceTime call from David as you're scrolling through social media before you put a movie on.

Accepting the call, you squint at the too bright room on David's end. "Do you have to have all those lights on? Jesus." As you move around, you end up laying back on your pillows.

He grins. "It's not even midnight. Why are you in bed already?"

"I'm not in bed-bed." You roll your eyes. "I was just getting ready to watch a movie. It just so happens that it's more enjoyable to watch from the comfort of a bed."

"Yeah? Which movie?"

"Guess."

"Bohemian Rhapsody."

"Goddammit."

David giggles. "You have a serious problem when it comes to that kid from Jurassic Park who's all grown up now."

"Joe Mazzello went from an adorable little nerd to total daddy material. He deserves all my love."

"Jesus Christ." You grin at David's amusement. Eventually though, his laughter tapers off. "Well I'll let you get back to your movie, but I need to record something real quick. You game?"

"If it involves me leaving my bed, then no. Other than that, let's do this."

"No. This is good." David props his phone up so he can hold his camera with both hands and record the call. Then, he says, "So since I posted the video of you and Todd meeting, the viewers have gone crazy."

"Of course they have."

"Inquiring minds need to know," he smirks, "if you're still Todd's booty text or if an honest friendship has blossomed from my intervening?"

You roll your eyes, teeth digging into the bottom corner of your lip as you fight off a blush. "Why does this feel like an episode of Catfish where the host is checking in weeks later to see how I'm doing?"

"Just answer the question, Y/N."

"Fine." You sigh. "Hold on." Getting out of bed, you then make your way downstairs. Heading for the kitchen, you then flip the camera on your phone. "Does this answer your question?"

Upon hearing your voice, Todd turns around from his place at the kitchen island where he was fixing a bowl of popcorn. He smiles. "What are you doing?"

"Oh my god!"

Todd's smile falters but your wink lets him know all is good. Sidling up to his left side, you hip check him as you flip the camera back so it catches both you and Todd. "An honest friendship has blossomed," you say. "I am introducing him to my current favorite movie."

Todd chuckles as he leans closer to the screen, his expression then morphing into one of mock horror. "Help me."

"No way. Natalie owes me twenty bucks! NATALIE!" David then sets his camera aside, picking his phone back up as he starts walking around. "So how long have you guys been hanging out for behind our backs?"

"Since you introduced us face to face," Todd says. "And we weren't exactly going behind your back, we just-"

"We wanted to hang out without anyone making a big deal out of it." You shrug. "But it's been long enough and you're going to make a big deal out of it no matter what, so.."

"So if you don't mind," Todd says as he takes your phone from you, "Y/N and I got a movie to watch."

"Wait! Just answer one question," David says. Todd goes quiet, nodding. "Did you finally get Y/N to cuddle you?"

Todd and David explode with laughter at the same time, and that seems to be all David needs to hear. You take your phone back, shaking your head. "Goodbye, David. We'll text you later if you're still awake." And before he can retort, you end the call before pocketing your phone.

"I guess the cat's out of the bag," Todd muses, shrugging sheepishly.

"Well not the whole cat." You slowly smile, leaning up on the tips of your toes and pressing your lips to Todd's. "And it's going to stay that way just a little bit longer. Your fans are crazy."

"Whatever you say, babe. Now can we please go watch that movie of yours? You got me all hyped up after those Queen songs you played all afternoon long."

"Sure thing." Todd grabs the bowl of popcorn and you grab some drinks from the refrigerator. As he follows you back up the stairs, you say, "Now don't get all huffy when I eventually swoon. I adore you, but I adore Joe and Gwilym just a little bit more."

"You're a terrible girlfriend."

"And I'm afraid I don't get much better." You huff a laugh. "You signed up for this, babe. Get used to it."

[evermorehaikyuu]

Day 4

Title: The Mirrored Truth

Note: This one’s later than usual, I am sorry about that. I kind of changed the summary a bit because I realized it didn’t quite match with this but anyways, let’s get started.

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There was not a lot that could be said. The only thing that could actually be said was that the rumors surrounding Yuji Terushima were lies. Just from his looks, people could deduce that he was not the type of person to settle on one person, but go from girl to girl, leaving the previous one crying in the dust. People could forgive him, he was a pretty boy.

Everyone said he was a heartbreaker.

He wasn’t a heartbreaker though, he didn’t even have a girlfriend that he could “cheat” on. Even if he did have a girlfriend, his eyes would only be on her and no one else. There was no way in his near future that he’d make her cry or look at anyone else the way he would look at her. 

Rumors hurt, especially when assumptions were made that you were only a player, not intelligent at all. Terushima had to deal with this every single day and while it wounded him, he kept his head up high and fulfilled his duty as the captain of the Johzenji volleyball team. 

It was because of all this that he got attached to whoever he thought accepted him wholly. It was one of his flaws. In this world, you weren’t supposed to be attached to someone out of fear that something would happen to them.

But there was someone that stayed by his side all the time, no matter what. They had been together since their first year and never had she once strayed from his side, not even when the rumors started floating around about him.

They had met in their advanced class, him staring out of the window, not paying much attention as he already knew the subject. However, that day was different. On that day, he was introduced to the person he’d grow extremely attached to but would ruin what they had later on.

The day was currently cloudy, a possible chance of rain coming from above. All he could do was stare at the window, daydreaming about anything and everything as he heard the teacher drawl on and on about a subject. It was history, it was something he had read out of his own fun. He didn’t like the subject as much as he liked volleyball. Yet because of the books he had picked up, he was able to answer any questions the teacher asked before resuming back into his original position of staring outside of the window.

It was the same drill everyday. No one in the class really talked to him and he’d like to talk to some of them, but as it was an advanced class and everyone was there only talked when it came to the work, nothing about hobbies or different topics. It was all really dull. 

“...I will now pair you up with someone else. You will explain to me why this all happened by making a presentation and a speech and I expect for the work to be divided evenly amongst both of you.” The teacher started naming who would be paired up with who until Terushima’s name came up. That’s when he looked away from the window and paid attention to the next words.

“Terushima, you will be paired up with Y/N.”

Y/N was extremely bright, albeit quiet. She was the pride and gem of the school, an absolute treasure and incredibly intelligent for her age. They couldn’t move her to a higher class because it would not bring balance to the school, so they settled for the highest class they could put her in. Along with Terushima, they would make an incredible duo.

Only...how in the heavens was he supposed to talk to someone like her? She was the only person that made him nervous, just from her reputation and placid expression.

Y/N walked over to him and placed a piece of paper down in front of him silently before walking out to head to her next class. He opened the tiny white sheet and read what it said:

Here’s my number. Text me, we’ll meet at my place after school. Xxx-xxxx-xxxx

Maybe it was easier than he thought.

~ 

“Wait, so you’re telling me all this time I was wrong?” Terushima exclaimed, looking down at their notes.

“I guess you were daydreaming, weren’t you?” Y/N said, untroubled before reaching over to pluck the pen out of his hands and circling something on the paper in between them. “Okay, so here’s the plan, you take the speech, I’ll do the presentation, I’m faster and you’re good at writing speeches and executing them.” She started brainstorming, tapping her pencil on her upper lip.

He turned his face towards her, a little smile on his face. “You’ve noticed?”

“How could I not notice the boy who has a ton of rumors swirling around him but in reality is a massive nerd about certain subjects?” She let out the first grin of the day, turning towards him. “You know, I think we’ll get along splendidly. Let’s get to work.”

Small talk ensued as they worked, comfortable silence falling when they were too focused on their work. The other would usually bring up a question and it wasn’t until Y/N laughed about something that Terushima said that he realized he could actually be himself around her. He did not need to be terrified of her, she was sweet and she was smart, but knew how to take a break and take a joke or two.

Yeah….I think we will get along, he thought, his chest warming at the thought of having a genuine friend that looked past him.

~

“Did you see our grade?! We got extra credit, you did amazing, Terushima!” Y/N’s eyes were lit up and her usually subdued expression was gone as her lips were upturned, grinning at him for the work that they both did. The project was flawless, executed properly, making them a powerful duo. 

Reciprocating that smile, he rubbed the back of his neck, saying, “You did great too, Y/N, I don’t think we would’ve gotten that grade without you.”

She got so excited she quickly wrapped her arms around him and bounded off, heading to lunch and leaving him shocked.

That was the start of a blooming friendship between them.

~

From that day on, they confided in each other, sharing inside jokes and slowly, Terushima helped Y/N out of her shyness. It was from that day on that Y/N was seen as Terushima’s best friend and possibly something more.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, you’re my best friend, I’m not going anywhere.” She sneaked one of his chips into her mouth, wiping her lips with a napkin. “They’re just assuming.”

“Yeah. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t. You promise not to go anywhere?”

“I swear.”

~

Their second year was a rush. They were now in class 7, the most advanced class they could take and the rigor was still there, but poured on. Yet together and supporting each other, they knew they could take it.

However, something was going on by the time they had hit their second semester. Terushima was a hopeless romantic once he got attached and he did not know that until he got attached to Y/N L/N. 

Every laugh, every smile, every tease, everything about her made him fall further and further for her until he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted her to be his and him to be hers, but he didn’t know how to go about that. Days turned into weeks until he couldn’t take it anymore.

With the help of Bobata and Futamata, he made a plan to confess to Y/N after school. It was risky and maybe it was too quick, but it was all or nothing.

“And you’re sure this’ll work, Bobata?” Terushima asked nervously.

“Yes it will, girls love flowers. Unless they have allergies. If Y/N has allergies, sorry, can’t help you there.”  Bobata replied, making Futamata laugh. They patted his shoulder when they saw Y/N coming and they left.

“Hey, Terus--why do you have so many flowers?” Y/N asked, eyeing the bouquet in his hands.

“They’re...for you…” Terushima swallowed and pushed them into her hands, his ears glowing pink.

“What’s the occasion? Is it the anniversary of the egg incident?” She joked until she saw his face, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re not for that. It’s just that I...may have feelings for you and I’ve been having them since this year basically. It’s just that you’re incredible and wonderful and everything about you is literally amazing, I--”

Her heart dropped to her knees. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This time was supposed to be different. There was no way he had fallen for her. This was the reason she stayed quiet and to herself all of those years. She didn’t want the situation to come to this. She only wanted a friend, someone she could confide and laugh with. Not this. She held her hand up, her other hand gripping the stems of the bouquet. “Let me stop you right there. You have feelings for me?”

To Terushima, it seemed like she was in disbelief so he grinned brightly at her. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t I--”

She looked at the floor, the bouquet dropping to her side. “Terushima...this...why? Why would you do something like this?” She stared at him, her arms numb and her brain going haywire. “I never wanted you. I-I trusted you! I thought you were different! All I wanted was a friend, not this again!”

That’s when he knew he messed up. His shoulders dropped as he stared at her. “Wait...you don’t feel the same way?”

Swallowing was a natural thing but she felt like she would choke if she swallowed, trying to hold onto reality. “No. I don’t feel the same way. I just saw you as a friend, nothing else.”

His heart was ice and it had just shattered to pieces. She didn’t feel the same way for him. He had just ruined everything between them. Once there was a confession between a friendship and the feeling wasn’t mutual, everything went downhill. “So...you don’t like me?”

“Not like that! The only thing I wanted was you to be someone I could trust and confide in! You’ve gotta be kidding me. I really thought you were different from what they said.” She chuckled, but it wasn’t amused, it was dark. “Just...take them.” She shoved the flowers back into his arms, staring up at him. 

“Y/N, please…”

“Don’t come after me. I’m not getting hurt again. Not by you, not by anyone. I should have said something that day.” Her eyes were glossed over as she stared at him, making him hurt because he swore that he would never cause her to cry.

The only reason she was crying was because she didn’t want him romantically and now she had no one, no one to trust, no one to go to. She was less than the other girls, but every guy she had become friends with had always wanted something more from her. Growing up alone was her main attribute. And now, when she had given a guy another chance, it backfired on her. 

Turning around, she mumbled, “Give them to a girl you actually like and likes you back.” With that, she left him and walked away.

Terushima’s head hung and the flowers dropped to his side. The bouquet fell to the floor, its contents pooling out as petals started scattering everywhere. Of course. She didn’t want him as something further. It was just him again. He shouldn’t have done something so big.

He lost the person he could share secrets with, all because of his reckless confidence.

The sky overhead turned dark and soon started rumbling as rain started falling down slowly, before steadily turning from a sprinkle to a drizzle.

Terushima started walking back home with heartache. Rejection hurt but it was from someone he trusted with his whole life. He only wanted to say what he actually felt to someone that actually cared for him and he messed up. Once he got home, he got into bed, curling up on his side as he stared at the wall. He closed his eyes, trying to blink the tears away.

They weren’t tears of being abandoned again.

They were tears of loss.

Along with losing his best friend, he lost a piece of his heart. He’d close up again. He wouldn’t let anyone in. His tears started falling freely as he tried to stifle his cries into his pillow, choked sobs rising from his throat as he replayed the scene over and over in his head. 

He lost what he never wanted to lose. He lost a part of himself. He lost her.

Both promises. Now broken.

~

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