#Like?? You don't have to wear gloves to take already plated food out

[dogboy-dyke]

uggghh I have a headache and 3 more hours left of my shift :/

[valaryswrites]

🪐 where kylo calls hux and order him to fuck you while he watches (and he loves it)

warnings: smut & english is not my first language

The idea sounded exquisite to you. For some reason, it was Kylo Ren who brought it up. He was a man that could never share, unless he really wanted to. And god, he really wanted to this time.

"Your request caught me by surprise, Ren." Hux said, unbuttoning his uniform, standing right next to the bed where you were laying, already naked. "But I'm quite excited for it, I must say."

"Mhm." Kylo nodded, sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching you realize what was going to happen. "I'll be watching you." He said to you, almost in a whisper. "Every touch, every word, every look you give him. I'll be envious. Jealous." He swore. "Enjoying it."

"Any rules, Ren? Before we start?" Hux asked, taking off his belt.

"I won't give you any orders, General. I want you to use your best judgement. Use her."

"Use?" You asked, quite surprised to hear that word.

"Yes. To use." Kylo said, with a grin. "You're a toy tonight."

Hux laughed a little, and you notice how hard he was under his uniform trousers. He lean in, giving you a kiss. A passionate kiss. His tongue was in your mouth, dancing with yours. And Kylo watched, eyes locked on the two of you.

It felt weird to kiss another mouth, but it felt exquisite too.

"That's it, General..." Ren said, adjusting himself in the chair next to the bed. "Show me how much you desire her. I've seen you watching her in meetings. Show me, and do anything and everything you wish. But..." He said, and Hux stopped kissing you, breathing heavily, to look at him. "... Don't forget to bring her back to me in one piece. She is still mine, after all."

Those words made you feel a desperate warmth all over your body. Hux smiled and continued, kissing your neck and stroking your hair a little. He went further, biting your collarbone and even leaving some marks. You tought Kylo would get mad, but he didn't. You pictured your Master caressing himself over his trousers. Teasing himself, slowly.

"Good, General." Kylo said, breathing heavily, but still sounding demanding. "You really know how to worship a woman's body, don't you?" Hux nodded, but without talking; his mouth was wondering all over your breasts. "You have to be gentle with her. But firm. Very firm." As he speaks, he keeps touching himself over his uniform.

"Your woman is delicious, Ren." Hux said, going down on you and leaving traces of saliva everywhere.

"She's more than that, General. She's the finest piece of flesh you've ever touched." Kylo smiles, looking at your face. "Remember to be firm with her. Don't hold back. Use all of that strength, energy and desire I know you have. Let her feel it."

After that order, Hux knew he had to obey. He wanted to obey. While eating you, as if you were a plate of food to a hungry man, he spanked you. And you groaned in pleasure.

The more exciting part, was turning your head to Kylo and see him stroking his cock freely now. Still wearing his leather gloves, now covered in his own saliva. He smirked before talking to the General, without taking his eyes off you.

"She likes that, General." He said. "I think it's time for you to give her what she really wants. Don't hold back just because you're sharing her with me."

Hux lifted up his face, licking his lips and teeth like an animal. Without any warning, he grabbed you by your waist and moved you even nearer to him, caressing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

Kylo stood up and walked towards you, kneeling next to bed, with his head next to yours.

"Tell the General what you want, baby." He whispered in your ear, and you could listen the sound of his leather gloves wrapping and moving up and down around his cock.

You tried to speak, but the stimulation was too much.

"Use your words." Ren said, demanding.

"For god's sake, fu-fuck me, General..." You managed to speak, and some laughter came out from the throats of the two men around you.

"Lord, she feels fantastic..." Hux said, after finally sliding himself into you. "I envy you... Getting to f-fuck her every... single... day..." He said between harder thrusts.

"Give me a good show, General." Kylo ordered. "She likes what you're doing to her, so keep using her." You were unable to speak. "But... she can also do some convincing. She know exactly what to say to get you to do whatever she wants."

"Then tell me..." Hux begged, trying not to cum all over you already.

"Go fast... faster." You thought it was impossible to use your words, but you did. This lust was something you've never experienced.

"Come on, baby..." Kylo whispered in your ear, still stroking himself but this time even faster. "Say it louder to the General."

"Faster!" You said in a scream, knowing for sure that the Knights of Ren heard you from the other side of the door.

And Hux delivered without any problem. His orange hair was dripping wet and looking so messy, you never thought you would see the General like this. So desperate, without the good manners he usually has towards you.

"Isn't she a lovely sight, General? Don't hold back, you can be harder than that. I want you to be harder." Kylo demanded, as he grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look at him. "Look at me, baby..." He whispered between some groaning. "I'm fucking my hand wishing it was you... Watching how another takes you... In-Infront of me..." You opened your mouth and instead of a word, it was only a loud moan what came out. Hux hit a good spot in a rough way.

"She's a noisy one, General." Kylo said, looking at the redhead now, who was already smiling.

"I'm not sure... I'm not sure I can't hold it any longer, Lord..." Hux said, struggling to speak.

"You can't go yet, General." Kylo denied, and then whispered in your ear. "Turn around." He ordered you. "Let him cum by taking you in all fours. And you'll watch me." Ren was totally lost in pleasure, sounding so mean and desperate it could only make you feel even more aroused.

You didn't even have to move, they did it for you and you end up in all fours, with your head looking directly at the chair where Kylo sit again. His stomach was covered in cum, and that's how you knew that Kylo was having fun, and fucking himself for the second time now.

While Hux kept fucking you, you tried your best to keep your eyes opened.

The sight was beautiful; Kylo Ren, a man respected and feared all over the galaxy, playing with his own cock while his General was using you. Looking directly at your eyes. And while doing so, he spoke.

"Cum already, General." Ordered. "All over her. I don't care. She doesn't care either. But you, my love..." He now said to you. "You don't get to finish. You'll hold it in for me." The moment he said that, Hux couldn't help but cum inside you. The man was exhausted. "Because after the General leaves, I'm going to fuck you again, and again, and again... And I'll be the one to make you cum."

After saying those words, Kylo finished in his leather covered hands once again. And you were just there, breathing heavily in the bed, while Hux was dressing himself.

"It was a pleasure, Ren." The General said, right next to the door. Kylo approached him, taking his gloves off.

"You did good, General." Kylo said, stretching out his hand to shake Hux's. "I might call you soon, again." You heard him say, and you couldn't help but let go a mischievous smile. It was Kylo's turn now.

[adalwolfgang]

Gideon Grim | Random headcanons

A/N: These are quite literally random and all over the place. Special thanks to my friend, Mickey, for letting me ramble about this man and giving me some more cute headcanons.

Tags: @my-sanity-is-long-gone

Purs like a cat when you rub his back or run your fingers through his hair. Honestly any soft touch.

Likes comparing y’all’s hands together to see how much bigger his is than yours.

Will nonchalantly grab your hand and turn it around to kiss the inside of your wrist. Or better yet when you rest your hand on his face, he’ll turn his head to kiss the inside of your palm. Will also kiss your knuckles.

Will wear black gloves that are sorta thin so he can still feel you under his hands. Will never not be around you without his gloves on because he doesn’t wanna risk accidentally touching you.

When he’s not on tour, he’ll on occasion keep his hair down and will let you put little braids in it. By the end of it, he might accidentally fall asleep.

Will call you darling, sweetheart, my love, mi amor, etc. Honestly anything starting with “my”.

One day you compare him to a cat and that’s how the pet name “kitty” starts. He doesn’t really mind as long as you keep it private, he’s still got a reputation to uphold Yk?

If you ever dressed up in a stereotypical grim reaper outfit on Halloween, he’ll just roll his eyes while letting out a stifled laugh. He thinks you look like a lunatic but hey, you’re his lunatic.

Definitely reads in bed for you if you’re struggling to sleep. He’s got the perfect voice and attitude for it.

Going out to eat at a restaurant with him. Either you or him are a little bit (or a lot) picky, putting the food you don't want on the other's plate. He’s that whole “they asked for no pickles” but like 10x more scarier.

He’s definitely a good listener aswell! I mean he’s a motivational death coach. Dude is always listening to what you have to say and is your biggest supporter as you are his. He gets deeply touched if you take his advice on scaring for whatever reason or compliment the writing in his books. At that point he feels as if Cupid struck an arrow in his heart.

Smiles so wide if someone even mentions you, whether it be in an interview or at one of his dead talks.

Will definitely tease you when no one’s looking, whether it’s him simply touching you or making faces. If you show any reaction, he teasingly scolds you while a small smirk is edged on his lips.

Definitely likes listening to music like “hit the road Jack” or something similar and dancing with you. He’s a really good dancer and no matter if you stink at it or not, he’ll be swaying you around to the music.

Yk how like in some relationships, people have to get like accepted by their s/o’s family to date them? It’s the same for you and Gideon except it’s with his cat. Like if Muffin genuinely shows hate toward you, he doesn’t think it will work out cause Yk he loves his cat very much. But if it starts off bad and slowly muffin warms up to you, he thinks you’re a keeper. Or if you’re lucky and muffin immediately takes a liking to you, he’s already got a ring in hand.

OWill let you wear his cloak because he finds it humorous how it practically swallows you. More than once has he snuck up behind you and just wrapped his cloak around you like a burrito and carried you to any cushioned surface to cuddle. A man only has so much patience.

Okay now hear me out. Gideon is a swifte (or whatever her fans are called) but not like in the whole has a poster on his wall of her but like, listens to some occasional songs of hers and has some songs he genuinely likes. I mean, he had “Look what you made me do” as a song for one of his dance sequences.

I was also watching a radio podcast of his on Facebook and he literally mentions how he watches stranger things on Netflix in the underworld. He’s a stranger things fan. He definitely likes the demigorgons, and his favorite character is secretly Eleven. Basically that whole “I could be a good mother” but replace it with father.

Gives off girl dad vibes. Would spoil his child(ren) rotten the same way he spoils Muffin.

[ohimesama]

2.2.23 Thursday

5:44 am

Thank God for today though it is bad thursday... Is it a thursday crime??? Hope a positive crime...

Hmm... Still having the windblow trap cult of Manaloz...

About Anid,I remember she told me that our boss Ms Enaoj was crying on her and always asking for help on taking care of Mommy Adnil and on something???

Oh! The flush of our bathroom is ohkay now... the solution I made for it the dish washing liquid and hot water is very effective, on worst scenarios I have to buy sosa....

7:15 am but 6:55 am Punch-in!

First routine on going....Vital Signs done! Now, Mommy Adnil doing her morning gurgle...

7:36 am

Mommy Adnil's breakfast....Done,serving...

Rice,Fried Egg, and Hash Brown. Always give a fruit each meal and her meds... and I'm eating here in the kitchen,the same thing ;)

The system here with Ms Enaoj I can eat the same food except for the fruits. Fruits are always for Mommy Adnil only...

Sometimes,there are special food only for Mommy Adnil but there is a food an extra for 1 caregiver here but a caregiver can also bring their own food, if they want...

For some of you who is playing video games, if you angels are aware of house video game... It's like I'm a player here as caregiver will enter this Mommy Adnil's house or The House Of Catz! Or House with 12 big catz!

There is a doorbell,ding-dong! Hoping for a wonderful ding-dong! Coz Mommy Adnil had her ding-dong but Ms Enaoj wasn't able to have ding-dong but she got LJ her only daughter.

7:58 am

After breakfast... It is a caregiver responsibility to wash the plates and the plates that you used...

Since,I'm a special child ;) I always wear my gloves...

Remember,don't forget to give her meds or you will be killed in the game ;)

The meds are in the first kitchen sink, just get the right med cup each meal of the day on the top of medicine box.

8:09 am

Surprise2x Mommy Adnil requested to wash her face on her own...

Prepare her water basin and her creams and facial wash.

I got her facial wash and cream...Hmm.... Be careful... She asked me to open the facial cream and I just flipped the cap suddenly she got mad at me and said follow my instructions! Coz it is already cut in half and I said oh! Mommy I didn't know that is already cut in half...

She shout again,her first shout today... That I should follow her instructions...

She asked me to wash her basin, that I should used the steel wool in the kitchen and I did... She asked me to return all her facial wash and creams and her mirror in her drawer...

After that, she asked me to bring her tablet and don't forget to give her rosary coz it is morning meaning automatic....When she ask for her tablet after breakfast, give her rosary right away... Then, time to chill...Breathe in, Breathe out...

8:35 am

Then,I didn't notice the new washed clothes, face towels,towels and underpads are just on the chair thrown by Ms Enaoj. Mommy Adnil shout to fold it coz she said if she will not order me, I will not fold it. I said oh! Mommy I didn't notice... Then, just arrange it... ;) Just don't say a thing but oh! Mommy....Then,do the right thing...

10:26 am

I'm on the book it is kinda weird... Was it crime???

Still,having the windblow trap cult of Manaloz? Again, no matter what happens... There will always be a trial???

Everything is weird and puzzle pieces but I learned to embrace things that I have now... But I still have dreams to buy starbucks everyday and hoping to see a real donkey and camel and join a dog show... Oh! I'm always thinking of money.... But I learned life that I should flow and put some dream in the cabinet for awhile...

I wanna meet upper friends and still can't exist.... Taking time is God's way of saying wait,probably he is just fixing something.

12:37 noon

Sample lunch of Mommy Adnil, chiken and tofu adobo, orange again for lunch.

This is sample special food for mommy Adnil only and her meds.

1:48 pm

Again,I have the windblow trap hmm cult of Manaloz....

Again, I hate people who are judgemental on me and on other people's business... I know myself... I know people... I know how to give a verdict on someone...

I never interfere on someone's life, I hate women who feel prettier than me and making an agenda to control my life unfairly without my permission or without telling me... Have some respect on me... Know some manners!

I hate men who keep on talking that doesn't have manners on telling a particular story... Coz JP is really a gentleman...

Telling stories about other people it is either good intention or bad intention... Sharing stories to other people must have maturity...

2:21 pm

I used to have yaya and I was original... But I have a good heart and I had yaya's angels...

Time that we can open our AC...

I want gluta shots and scrubbing in God's time... Now, I feel fat and ugly...

3:20 pm

Relaxing, in a lil while will do a leg massage for mommy Adnil's mobility...

Done,60 pages on this new book....8 to 10 days I can finish this,if I'm not at work probably 5 days... But if I'm doing something 7 days...

Life art... Feed your brains angels...

6:15 pm

Kuya OJ will fetch me angels,in a lil while...

7:57 pm

Yehey! House already...Thanks tita Karen...

8 pm

Still,having trauma on whatever the gossip this week...

Kuya OJ fetched me and he was the one wearing a pepsi jacket that "eat bulagah" didn't know that I was spoiled and I had yaya's and my upbringing was different....We never smashed people time that we had enough money...

The "3 personalities of Eat Bulagah" had an issue of raping an old actress way back and they called it Pepsi!

8:46 pm

Mommy Adnil,I think having imagination or hallucination coz she told me that she saw a person... At the back and I told her there was no person, LJ was in her room and the 2 of us...

I tried to ignore it...

9:19 pm

The GR will be coming from India that's why I love arab people...

Weird thing... I have a clean conscience cult of Manaloz...

[mochiusagifanficchaos]

Sherlock x Mute!Reader •Part1•

„So, do you guys know what you want to eat?", asked John Watson in a slightly impatient tone. You could tell that he was hungry and did not felt like waiting any longer, just because the Holmes brothers made an eye-contact-battle.

Mycroft cleared his throat and gave the menu a quick look.

„Yes", he said and waved a young girl with a white apron over to the table.

You saw a man at a table right in front of the window waving so you quickly made your way to him. On the way, you struggled to get your notebook out of your pockets from the apron but had it in your hands, right at the moment when the man began speaking.

"One steak and one spaghetti.", he said and turned away from you again.

How rude, you thought, but nodded in a polite way and smiled.

Then you looked at the guy sitting on the right side of the table, wanting to know what he was going to order, but the man wasn't even looking up to you. His eyes were fixed on a paper that was lying in front of him on the table. You already knew him.

Since you have started to work at the Café you saw him now and then, always sitting at the same table, never ordering something to eat, rarely a cup of tea.

"Nothing for me, thank you.", he suddenly said and changed the pages of his paper.

Puzzled you let your pen slide back in your pockets, nodded once again and turned around.

"Why aren't you going to eat?", the men who ordered the food asked and just got a cold: "I don't eat when I'm working, digestion slows me down.", as a response.

"How did you know what I was going to order?", you heard one of the men asking as you walked back to the counter to give the cook your note.

You turned around again to face into the direction of the three men.

The man with the short dark hair, well the 'rude man' to put it into better words, just opened his mouth to say something, but got cut off by the guy in front of him.

"Your finger John, ", he said, his eyes still analyzing the papers in front of him. "It's on Spaghetti."

The man, called John, sighted and turned his glance to the window: "Obvious. Of course."

"WAITER!", someone suddenly yelled and you winced, nearly dropping your notebook.

You looked around to meet the gaze of two angry-looking men which were wearing expensive-looking suits and hats, black leather gloves and were smoking a strong cigar, you could smell it, even though you were on the other end of the Café.

Slowly you walked to the two men and bowed slightly, which was meant as an excuse.

"Not even an apology. Tsk.", the man with the cigar in his hand said and dumped the ash down into a vase.

You took the cigar out of his hand angrily but also carefully.

He rapidly stood up from his chair and crashed his fist onto the wooden table.

You flinched back a little but calmly pointed to a sign over the counter.

It showed a red crossed out cigarette.

Unwillingly he slowly sat down again, still glaring at you, but you just responded with a sweet smile.

You went to the counter again, putting the cigar into a trash bin and came back to the table, whipping your pen out and holding it over your notebook, ready to write.

Since none of them was talking to you, you looked the man on your right into his eyes, raised an eyebrow and tilted your head a bit. Your way of asking what he wanted to order.

After some seconds the man understood: " Two Cappuccino, please."

You nodded and gave him a polite smile again. Hearing the other man getting something out of his pocket, you looked at him, noticing that he just fetched a new cigar.

You gave him a warning look before bringing the cook the note with the two Cappuccino.

Right in time.

He was just placing two plates on the counter, took a peep at the note, looked at you and you nodded. Making the drinks was your job and you knew it, but the cook, or well the Chef, with his brown hair tied up into a plait, and his big belly, stretching the white shirt, always wanted to make sure. He was a nice guy, never being angry, even when you made mistakes, he was always calm.

And for some reason, the man that never eats here did not need to pay his orders, which also counts for his friend, John.

You learned that right on your first day here and embarrassed yourself.

The Chef went back into his kitchen and you behind the counter, making two cappuccino and some black tea.

You wanted to be attentive towards the man who was here so often and thought it would be a good idea to bring him a cup of tea. He does not need to pay it anyway.

You took the water boiler off of his socket and poured the hot water into a cup with a black teabag.

And over your hand.

You pulled your hand back out of reflex and squeezed your eyes tight, whimpering silent because of the pain pulsing in your right hand.

Fast you let cool water run over it and flinched as the water hit your burned spot.

With tears in your eyes, you grabbed a little can of milk and poured a bit into the tea.

Blinking the teardrops away you grabbed the two plates in your left and the tea in your right hand, bringing it to the table with the 3 men.

You placed the food in front of John and the 'rude-man' and the tea in front of the other man.

He was still looking at his papers, ruffling his hands through his brown, messy hair.

"Thank you.", he said in his warm voice while continuing to dead glare the black letters on the paper. "And hold your hand under lukewarm water, because of your burn."

You nodded, confused, about the fact that he knew that you burned yourself but put it off with the explanation that he saw your red hand.

Over 30 minutes had passed now and your hand still felt like it was burning. You placed it under water, put ice on it, holding it under water again but it just wouldn't get better.

It even got difficult to carry plates and glasses with your right hand, forcing you to go more often to a table because you couldn't carry it all at once anymore.

Luckily the Cafè wasn't well patronized today so you could spend some time on cooling your hand.

You just wiped your hand dry as you noticed John and the other men standing up from the table.

Hurriedly you wrote the price of the steak on a paper from your notebook and ripped it out while rushing to them, giving the 'rude-man' the bill.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow: "Why do I have to pay? I thought Sherlock gets free food here.", he said arrogant and wanted to return his bill, but you already wrote something on a new one and showed it to him: 'Fiat from the Chef, sorry".

Groaning he pulled his wallet out of his pant pockets and gave you the exact sum.

You looked at him disappointed. Not even a little tip. Are you this bad at your job or is this guy just as rude as a tart?

"Where's Sherlock?", John suddenly asked and looked around the Cafè. You also looked around but he was nowhere to be seen. "He already left?", John asked again but you just shook your head before going to the counter to put the money into the till.

From the corner of your eye, you saw someone moving next to you.

You looked up and saw Sherlock standing next to you with your Jacket over his arm.

Wondering you replied his eye contact and tilted your head again like you always do when you wait for an answer.

"Come with us. I already talked to the Chef, don't worry. John needs to look at your hand, he is a doctor.", he said and walked to the front door.

Confused you took of your apron and hung it onto a hash on the wall, following Sherlock, who was already waiting outside.

Your mother always told you not to go with strangers, but it felt like you already knew him for a long time.

Well, you knew which kind of tea he liked with how much milk if that isn't something.

Sherlock was heading for a door left from the Cafè with the Number "221B" written on it.

He unlocked the door and went in, the 'rude-no-tip-man' called for Sherlock: " Are you going to attend the matter??"

"Yes, yes, maybe.", it came out of the house.

"It is from national concernment!"

"I know Mycroft."

Sighing he turned to John: " Goodbye, Doctor Watson.", and turned to the street to wave for a cab.

"Goodbye.", he responded.

You followed Sherlock into the house, John gave you the advantage so you needed to look around for the door in which Sherlock went by yourself.

But since only one door was open, you found it easily.

With an uncomfortable feeling, you stepped into the room.

It smelled like cigarette smoke and it definitely needed to be a window opened to let some fresh air inside. On your right side was a big yellow Smiley drawn on the wall with... holes.

You wondered what they were but Sherlock already answered: "Gunshots."

You looked at him blank.

Your head slowly tilted to the side and you furrowed your eyebrows.

He waved the sentence with his hand out of the air and pointed to a grey leather armchair, next to a brown-red fireplace.

"Sit down, John will take care of your hand.", he said and walked into what looked like a kitchen.

You set down on the armchair and sank into it. It was really comfortable, you had to admit

and you liked the big red carpet right under your feed.

John came through the door with a small white box in his hands. He smiled at you and kneeled down before you.

"Give me your hand", he said, opening the box with his right and carefully grabbing your hand with his left.

He sprayed something on it which smelled like sanitizer then rubbed a white cream on it and bind your hand with a bandage.

You smiled thankfully at him and tried to move your fingers, but a sharp pain rushed through your hand and made the once cold cream felt burning hot.

"No, no. don't move it. I am going to give you a new bandage with cream tomorrow and in 2-3 days it should be better again.", he informed you and closed the white box again.

Then he stood up and slumped into the red armchair in front of you.

"So, what's your name?", he asked you, still with this warm smile on his face. It seemed like he still hasn't noticed that you were mute. You automatically grabbed to your pocket, to get your notebook, but it was empty.

Then you remembered. You forgot to take it out of your apron. Goddammit!

Now you were sitting there, helplessly looking back at John Watson.

"She is mute.", Sherlock said, coming out of the kitchen and walking over to a messy desk, taking a paper and pen from it and giving it to you.

"Oh.", John answered surprised. "I thought she was just very shy. How did you notice?"

"She didn't talk one word back in the Cafè, even when she was scared. Do you remember? The two guys with the cigar? "

You scrawly wrote something under your name on the paper and showed it to Sherlock.

'I was NOT scared!'

"Of course, of course."

"That's all why you knew she is mute?", John asked again and got a disappointed look from Sherlock.

"My good friend, John, you are the doctor here. I assumed that you would notice the characteristics of a mute human-being! Especially because she got a thin scar on her throat."

"Yes, yes! My god Sherlock, I admit that I am a man with a small little brain which is, like you say, boring inside.", John huffed. " What was her name again?"

"Y/N.", Sherlock answered.

"Why are you letting her sit on your chair anyway?"

"Because she is hurt."

"You normally never let someone sit in your chair, no matter if they are hurt or not."

"She brings me tea."

"Mrs Hudson also brings you tea."

"Mrs Hudson isn't making the tea right."

"Ah. Of course.", John rolled his eyes at Sherlock.

He just ignored him and gave you something, which he was holding in his hand the whole time.

"For the tea.", he said with the same expression on his face like always. It wasn't a deadly serious expression, just a nonemotional, even though you thought his eyes were looking more gentle than usual.

Part two will be up next weekend! 😊

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 12

Welcome to Kinktober. I will be following @xxsycamore otome Visions of Temptation 2021 Kink List. I hope to write a little bit of something for each day, so lets see how it goes.

SIDE NOTE!!! I only write the reader/mc as female. The only guy on guy I write is when its ship related.

12. Maid/Butler fetish | Glove kink

It wasn't until you noticed that while Sebastian dresses as a butler, that you just wear a skirt and blouse. You are still technically a house worker here. You wanted to change that, at least give it a try. It's not like Comte makes Sebastian dress like that, he does it by choice.

So the next time Comte is going through the door you give him a note of a few things you need, a maid outfit being one of them. He's not quite sure how they can be much different from this time but he says that he will look for one for you.

You wanted one of the black and white frilly dresses to see Sebastian's reaction. Maybe if you wear it he won't flick you. How could you flick someone in a cute maid outfit?

So when Comte comes back he puts your things in your room. You try on the dress and it's perfect.

The next day you put it on and tied back your hair in a bun. You walked into the kitchen to help with breakfast and Sebastian was already in there.

You made sure to come in a little late to see what he would do.

"You're late. I told you to go to sleep earlier," he hasn't looked over yet.

"It just took me a little longer to get ready today."

"Why did it-" he started his sentence while he turned around and lost the ability to speak the moment he saw you.

You smile at him and walk over to help him. "Do you like it?" you do a little twirl. "Now we match!" you gave his cheek a kiss.

He was still speechless. He never thought he'd see you in a maid outfit, so he never thought he'd have to prepare himself for this.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" you look down at your dress as if to see what was wrong with it. "I think it's cute. It reminds me of one of those maid cafes back home."

"You're perfect. I mean you're cute. No! I mean you're-"

"Aww thanks Sebby," you gave him a kiss again before starting on your daily duties.

He can't keep his eyes off of you. He tries to calm himself down and goes back to prepping the food for breakfast.

Your theory was right. You came in late and he barely even scolded you. Just like you hoped. Now you just had to make it through the rest of the day with the rest of the guys making comments about what you're wearing. But it'll all be worth it for how different Sebastian acts.

Sebastian didn't want the others to see you though. Which is why he told you why he'd go get everything they need for dinner while you finish up cleaning. After all, you did get a late start.

He got dinner all ready without calling you for help with anything. You got caught up in doing laundry that you didn't even realize he got back. By the time you got the laundry off the line Sebastian was already cleaning up after dinner.

"Oh! I would have helped you clean up." you walked into the kitchen thinking there would still be a lot to do, but he was just putting dishes away.

"You looked you were enjoying laundry for once," he joked. You hated laundry. You would rather dust the whole mansion and make Isaac remember to eat than do laundry.

"Aren't washing machines a thing yet. We need to tell Comte to get on top of that," you helped him put the last of the dishes where they go.

As you reached up to put some plates away, Sebastian put his arms around your waist, from behind.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" his tone seemed to become quite serious.

"Maaaybe," you giggled. "You're quite easy to please, Akihiko."

After unwrapping his arms from you, you take his hand and taking him out of the kitchen down the hall. His room was the closest so you dragged him there. The moment the door closed, Sebastian's lips were on yours.

You pushed the jacket off him and got his vest and shirt off of him. There was only one part of clothing from you that was going to come off, and Sebastian was already working on it. His hand was up your skirt pulling down your panties, while your hand was pulling at his pants.

You get to see him dressed up all the time, you now wanted it all off of him, but you planned on staying dressed up for him.

Luckily for you, Sebastian is the only other one here without vampire strength which mean you yourself can do a bit more.

You get him to step out of his pants and you press him face first into the wall. Coming up behind him you kiss his neck and his shoulders. Hands coming around to feel up his thighs and get gets really tense.

You know he's been thinking about his all day. That's why he didn't bother you much of the day. He wouldn't be able to control himself. Having him fuck you in the kitchen would have been wonderful, but you're going to make it just as fun.

A hand moved up to grip his length, he was already so hard, and dripping with precum at that. Maybe you turned him on more than you thought. He let out moans as you touched him, as he felt you press against his back, as you rubbed your thumb across his tip.

Your free hand combed through his hair then suddenly gripped it and pulled his head back to kiss him on the lips. It was sloppy. You put this dress on anticipating this all day so now that it's happening you can't control yourself either.

Letting go of his length, you take him by the hand and lead him to bed. He seemed to have intentions of pushing you down, but luckily you did first and quickly got on top of him.

Straddling his hips, you quickly fixed the skirt so nothing was bunched under you and pressed your hands to his chest as you rocked your hips against him.

Sebastian's hands went right to your thighs. Your thighs that are contained in fishnets. He so badly just wanted to rip them, but he also wanted to see them on you again.

His hands went up your skirt to hold your hips. The friction wasn't even enough for him to feel better. He moaned your name, begging for more.

Taking his hands, you hold them on either side of his head. Your chest directly in his view. But you weren't going to let him touch. You rock your hips some more before you decide to lift up your hips and sit on him.

He let out a loud moan. His cock was finally surrounded by you. It felt wonderful. For you it felt so good to finally be filled up. You adjusted your legs so that you went up and down on him. You made sure to come down on him hard.

You finally let go of his hands, and placed your hands on his abs to help steady yourself. Looking down at his naked figure is one of the best views you've ever seen, while for Sebastian, looking up at you in your maid outfit riding him is a dream come true.

Now that his hands are free, he grabs your hips to steady you, and thrusts up into you. Your fingers dig into his sides and you're moans turn into little screams of pleasure. After only making a few movement himself he ended up finishing. He had been so worked up the entire day he couldn't last too long.

Pulling yourself off of him, you laid down next to him on the bed, both of your panting.

Sebastian pulled you close despite being overheated and sweaty. "Do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Don't wear this to work again."

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Writer note/comment: this kinda had to be Sebas. Mainly bc if it wasn't then you wouldn't be getting any Sebas. Also, Mc is soooo going to wear it again

[writteninkat]

i - your grandma must have been strong

word count: 2,007

"I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you."

index

You zipped your last luggage closed, huffing tiredly as you stood up. You looked around you- your empty room, your plain, pink walls that were once decorated with many posters and pictures, your floor that was once covered by a big fluffy white rug and some clothes and stuffed toys.

You sigh, smiling. You were surely going to miss this place. Your back tingles as you turn around to see your mother leaning on the door frame, looking at you with sad eyes.

"Do you have to go?" Her voice is soft and calming- it always has been. She's the only person who could ever calm you down especially when your father left the two of you to work at the Heroes Association in Japan.

"I want to be able to protect people. Children, women, the elderly... I wanna be someone people can depend on. Someone you can depend on." You place a hand on her arm which she covers with her own, he warm palm along with her soft smile about to send you to tears.

She nods, walking inside your room to help with your baggage. "The movers just finished loading up your other stuff. All we need is your excess baggage." She pushes the luggage towards the door, you mirroring her actions.

She cups both of your cheeks, looking you at you with adoring, glassy eyes. It's your first time being separated from your mother in you sixteen years of existence. The two have always been attached to the hip, you traveled everywhere together, even as the two of you had constant arguments you could never stay mad at each other for too long.

She was the only one you had.

"Stay safe in Japan, okay? If your father gave you a hard time, call me. I'll pick you up no matter what time it is, no matter where you are. I love you." She kisses your forehead and you finally let your tears fall as you wrap your hands around her thing wrists.

"I love you so much mom." You sob, hanging your head as your mother wrapped her arms around you. You hear a voice of a woman through the speakers, telling you your flight was taking off in a few minutes.

You quickly give your mother a kiss on the cheek before letting one of your guards assist you with your bags. You waved good bye to your mom and soon after, your trusted body guard.

You were on your way to Japan, to a new life, a new school, new friends and hopefully to reach your new goal: to prove yourself worthy of becoming a hero without your father's help.

You walk towards the giant gates of UA, taking a deep breath before finally taking a step inside the campus. Your heart thumped on your chest nervously as your palms began to prespire. You kept your eyes forward, not wanting to do anything with the teens around you as your only goal was to pass the entrance exam. You walked inside the building you were lead to, taking a seat at the very back in fear of attracting any unwanted attention.

"What's up UA candidates?! Thanks for tuning into me your school DJ! Just as your application said, today you will be conducting your exams in seven different locations! Your location has been assigned to you in the paper you were given." The loud blond man with long hair swept way to the back of his head announced, making you click your tongue. Not to be a mood buster, but isn't he being a little too loud?

You take the piece of paper he was talking about, eyes lower to read the letter that's written on it. Test Location: Battle Center C.

"Excuse me sir but I have a question." Your eyes fall to a purple-headed boy with glasses whose hand is raised. The blond teacher acknowledges him and he begins talking about how there are four villains in the paper you were given and not only three.

He then begins running his mouth about how a minor mistake such as this would be an embarrassment for a school such as UA. You scoff, muttering something about having a stick up his ass.

After the teacher ended his speech, you along with the other students began piling out of the room and to your designated battle centers. As you enter your specified location, you take out the black leather gloves from your pocket, wearing them. You clenched and unclenched your hands to make sure that it fit you well.

"Hey grandma." An unfamiliar voice catches your attention, unfortunately for you the rude nickname was directed towards you.

"Grandma?" You raise a brow, unsure what he meant by it.

"You white hair reminds me of my grandma's." He snickers, pointing at the white streaks of hair you have beside either sides of your face as a few other students chuckling behind him. He looks plain, very, very boring. "Why don't you give up on this exam, grandma? Your knees may start hurting."

The signal went off and the robots began moving behind you. As you kept a straight face, your hands begin glowing a blinding white light as a black with blue and silver accent claymore appears in your hands. You run to your left, applying your speed quirk as you ran towards the gigantic robots, swinging your sword vertically.

The slash creates the same blinding white light, the robots, the buildings and concrete ground that the light touches all disintegrating into nothing. You speed into the other robots, stealing the targets of other students as you accumulated your points. Once you finish and only a few robots are left, you return to your spot to where the plain-looking boy along with his little friends were still standing at, jaws hanging eyes blown wide.

"You grandma must have been very strong."

"I got in." You say into your phone and you hear your mother squeal in delight from the other end of the line. A smile breaks into your face and you feel your phone vibrate, signaling a new notification. As you pull your phone away to see what it is, your eyes widen in surprise as you read your notification banner.

'Mom' sent you $100.

"Mom what the heck is the money for?" You chuckle. "I'm not there with you but I want you to celebrate getting into UA. So go use the money and spoil yourself."

"Mom you don't have to-"

"Okay, mom mode off. I demand you go and award yourself eith the money I sent you." Your mom's tone switches from soft and caring to cold and demanding, making you chuckle. "That doesn't suit you at all." You laugh, you can practically /hear/ your mom pout at the other line.

"Okay, okay. I'll do as you say. Thank you, mom. I love you."

"I love you more my baby."

The call ends and you change out of your usual sweats and oversized tee. You put on a black spaghetti strap and high-wasted mom jeans. You hoop in a black belt and fold the ankles of your pants to show your white sock inside your checkered vans. You finish the look with medium-sized hoop earrings and a oversized red zip-up jacket which you leave unzipped with one shoulder hanging off.

You step out of your apartment, pocketing your keys and taking a deep breath in. Japan is just so beautiful, the scenery, the buildings, even the weather was perfect. You strut down your apartment building, scrolling through your phone as you searched for cafes nearby. It was a five minute walk of calm and relaxing vibes. You step into the cafe, eyes darting around the adorable cottage-core aesthetic it had going.

"Hey my name is Mio. What can I get for you this lovely afternoon?" The cashier beams brightly, your day becoming better and better with every move you make. "I'll have a strawberry shortcake as well as a strawberr frappe with extra foam, strawberry syrup and strawberries." You beam back at her and she takes your order with a bright smile, tapoing away on the computer's screen.

"Does your life depend on strawberries or something?" A rough and deep voice asks behind you, causing you to turn around. Once you do, your eyes widen at the sight of a young blond with vermilion eyes. He looked around your age.

"I like strawberries. Is it that big of a sin?" You ask, soft smile across your face as you cross your arms together. The guy had such piercing eyes, those red orbs looked like they could trap you in them forever.

"Not what I'm saying, but if you're that much of a strawberry fan, I recommend their strawberry pop tarts." His eyes drop to the display fridge beside you and your eyes follow his, landing on the adorable little tarts with red jam on top of them.

Just as you were about to order them, the cashier speaks up. "Your total is 1,500 yen." She smiles brightly, making you pout. You didn't want to cause more trouble for her seeing as your bill has already been printed by the machine.

You scan their QR code, paying virtually as she hands you your buzzer. "We'll give you a signal whrn your order is ready. You can find a seat and wait there thank you!"

You turn around at the blond who's looking at you expectantly, "I guess I'll have to try your recommendation some other time." You smile at him, walking off to the table catering two chairs. It was seated at the far back of the cafe, away from the many customers the cafe had.

You began scrolling through your social media, liking the posts of your past classmates and chuckling at some memes you saw.

A plate full of the same tarts with red jam is placed on your white table and you didn't have to look to see who it was. "Is this you way of flirting with me, rubies?" You ask, looking up at him with a teasing, smug smile. His face contorts into annoyance, "Hah? Flirting with you?" He scoffs, "Not a chance. And who're you calling rubies?"

"Your eyes remind me of rubies. They're pretty."

The blond's face relaxes and you push the seat across from you, silently telling him to sit down. He does as 'told', huffing as he watches you pick of a tart and bring it over to your lips. You bite on it, eyes widening as the flavor explodes in your mouth. It tastes sweet but not the sickeningly sweet kind, it's soft soft in the inside and lightly crunchy on the outside.

"You look like you just ate food made by gods." He chuckles, "You look dumb."

"But it really does taste so good!" You've never felt this much excitement since you found out you got into UA. And that speaks a lot given that you've only ever felt this kind of feeling with your mom.

"I should have bought the entire stock if I knew you liked it that much." Your heart skipped at his words. What is this feeling? You felt nervous all of a sudden, you can barely contain your smile and somehow, you didn't want to go home yet. This is a very new feeling for you. It's kind of... scary.

"I'm L/n."

Idiot. Stop it.

"L/n Y/n." You extend your hand towards him which he looks at for a few moments before taking. You shake both of your hands with a soft smile, your thoughts going haywire at how soft his palms feel.

"Bakugou. Katsuki Bakugou."

You pull your hand away, finishing the last piece of strawberry pop tart on your plate before your buzzer turns on. You pick it up, standing up. "Thanks for the tarts. See you around, rubies."

"Call me that one more time and I'll blow your face up."

You snicker, smirking. "Whatever you say, rubies."

[orange-waterfalls]

Fast Is Good

Darkiplier x gender neutral!reader

@ishouldshutupnow ty for the request!

A/N: ok so... I know y'all want Dark to be a romantic... But this man hasn't been in a relationship in at least 100 years, you can't tell me he knows how the fuck to act around someone he likes. He scary. He doesn't know how to change that. He SCARY. Come on now, people. Uh fluffy. Bit of angst, I think. Rated T for cursing. Dark being intimidating and condescending. So, an asshole, basically. He gets nicer at the end. Enjoy.

Word count: 1.9k

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You sigh as you stare at your phone, wondering if you should tell your friend what happened. You had overslept, that's all. You could've just gone to the event, but no. You decided to go home after you had already gotten in your car. And now you felt absolutely awful. You were so upset and nervous. What if people were mad you didn't show up? What if they thought you were avoiding them? What if you missed out on fun and meaningful memories?

God, you're a mess…

You'd been watching TV for a while, feeling sorry for yourself, before getting hungry. You didn't feel like cooking, so you ordered a pizza instead.

30 minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. You pull yourself off of the couch and shuffle your way over to the door. Before answering, you pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head. Your hair was so messy… you should've done something with it at least…

You shake your head to get rid of the self-conscious thoughts and opened the door. Instead of seeing a pizza delivery person, you saw the one and only Darkiplier. Holding your pizza.

Your eyes widen as you stare at him. He's intimidating to say the least. You can see the red and blue aura surrounding him. His skin is so pale and his eyes are so dark.

Your anxiety shoots up. Your heart begins racing and you start to sweat.

"C-Can I h-help you?" You stutter out. He raises an eyebrow at your nervous demeanor.

"I saw a man carrying a pizza to your door. I told him I lived here as well, so I could just take the pizza," he explains, his voice echoing. God, he was scary…

"O-Oh… thanks," you swallow, your throat dry. You reach for the pizza box, but he pulls it away from you. You frown.

"Wilford told me you were going somewhere tonight, so I wondered why you were still here," he looked away for a moment. "Plus… I know you usually cook your own food…"

"How do you know that?" You ask slowly.

"Um… Wilford… told me…"

"Wilford doesn't know that. We order food whenever we're at my house." Dark avoids your eyes, starting to look nervous. Your own nervousness drops a bit.

"Whatever. Can I have my pizza now?" You reach for the box again. He again pulls it away. He walks right past you and into your house. You spin towards him. "Hey!"

"This place is a mess. How do you live like this?" He says, glowering at the scattered clothes you didn't bother picking up. Your face heats up in embarrassment. You walk over to him, snatching your pizza box. He looks down at you. You glare at him and walk into your kitchen. You set the box down and get a paper plate, putting a slice onto it. You turn around to see Dark looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed together.

"What?" You shrug. He only sighs and shakes his head. You roll your eyes. "Would you like some?"

"I don't need to eat. And even if I did, I wouldn't put trash like that in my body," he scowls down at your food. You frown and walk over to the couch, plopping down on one side. You start watching a movie, not really caring about your guest anymore.

When you finish your slice, you get up to get another. You freeze when you see Darkiplier, the very scary person who was most likely a demon, cleaning your house. He is currently washing your dishes, and you noticed all your clothes had been picked up off of the floor.

"Darkiplier?" You call his name. He turns you and glares.

"What?" He growls.

"Nothing…" you mumble. He rolls his eyes and goes back to scrubbing a plate. You stare at him for a moment. Was he wearing rubber gloves? He catches you staring and frowns.

"What?!" He repeats, louder. Your eyes widen. "Wilford told me to check up on you, I can't just leave you in this shithole of a home." You look at the ground, feeling small. Then, you catch something.

"Wait… you said Wilford told you I was going out…" you say. "So, if he thought that I'd be gone, why would he tell you to check up on me?" Dark's eyes widen for a moment before he goes back to normal.

"Well…" he clears his throat. "Wilford knows you. He wanted me to check and see if you'd gone or not." You thought for a moment. Wilford did know a lot about you…

"Right… yeah…" you walk into the kitchen and go for another slice of pizza. He groans. You look over at him in confusion, wondering what could possibly be wrong.

"If you're going to eat junk, at least eat good junk." He scoffs. You tilt your head.

"What-" you don't finish your sentence, as the pizza in your hand is replaced with ice cream. You blink at it before looking up. He had a bowl of ice cream as well. You make a confused face and he turns around.

"Pizza is greasy and gross when it isn't homemade. At least ice cream tastes good and makes you feel happy…" he explains. You smile as you both walk over to the couch. You sit on opposite sides, neither of you wanting to be near the other. You eat a spoonful of ice cream as Dark looks at the screen and scoffs. You drop the spoon in the bowl and look over at him.

"What is it this time?" You sigh. He looks at you.

"A kids movie? Really?" He shakes his head. You blush.

"Toy Story is a good movie…" you whisper defensively. He sighs, but watches with you.

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By the end of the movie, both of you have finished your ice cream and Dark's eyes are glued to the screen. You smirk at him whenever he makes an annoyed comment.

"Oh, so you're just gonna throw your friend out of a moving car? Okay…" he murmured during one scene.

You two argued and discussed the movie as it played. Your banter entertained you, and made you feel better.

While you were arguing, you had gotten closer to each other on the couch. Your legs were almost touching. You had decided to watch the second movie as well because he, somehow, had never seen any of them. You two begin to talk again and you close the space. He tenses up as he feels your leg pressing against his.

"See, he just left the toy when it could've been fixed!" You comment. Dark doesn't answer, so you turn to him. "Hey, you good?" He snaps his head towards you.

"Yes. I'm fine." He answers quickly. You tilt your head slightly before turning back to the TV. You two stop commenting and just watch.

Well, you watch. Dark stares at you almost the entire time. He watches your every move. Every twitch, every laugh, every confused frown.

I can't say he looked lovingly or admiringly because that would be a lie. His face didn't know how to do that. The best thing I can describe it as is "indifference". But he felt love. Oh, he felt it.

He hadn't come to your house because of Wilford. He had come because he could sense you were upset. He could tell you hadn't gone to whatever you were going to, and you were upset because of it. He was worried. He could never tell you that, though. He had to keep up his scary, intimidating, I'll-snap-you-like-a-twig persona. But he loves you and he was worried.

Halfway through the movie, you begin to shiver. He hadn't noticed how cold it was because he himself is very cold. It's just how he is. He frowns at you.

"Cold?" He asks.

"Yeah, a bit…" you respond. "I'll be fine." He looks away from you for a moment. Through the movie you had started moving away from him, presumably because of how cold he was. He clears his throat.

"Wilford… tells me that… you two… cuddle while watching movies…" you turn to him, wondering where he's going with this. He glances at you, and you swear you see the red around him turn pink for a split second.

"Yes…" you urge him on.

"Would… you like… to cuddle?" He asks quietly. You stare at him for a moment. Darkiplier, the Darkiplier, wants to cuddle with you?

Well, you couldn't possibly turn that down.

"Sure…" you agree softly. He turns to you eyebrows raised a bit. You scoot over to him, bringing your legs onto the couch. He lifts his arm and you snuggle into his side. He was cold, but you really didn't care. He lowered his arm and let out a shaky breath. You were so warm… so, so warm… he didn't know he was so cold…

He didn't know he loved you so much…

"Are… are you okay?" He asks. You look at him, wanting him to elaborate. "You were upset and nervous when I first showed up. I want to make you feel better. Are you okay?" You smile.

"I'm okay thanks to you, Dark," you explain and turn back to the TV. He feels his stomach twist.

He looks down at your content face. You do look so much calmer and happier compared to when he first showed up. He takes a breath in, deciding this would be a good time to say what was on his mind.

"Y/N?" He calls your attention. You hum in response. "I'm in love with you." he states bluntly. You blink for a second before twisting to look up at him.

"What?" You ask. He looks away from you.

"I'm in love with you." he repeats. You stare at him and he refuses to meet your eyes. He mentally scolds himself. He shouldn't have said that…

"Dark…" you begin, gently. He feels a pang in his chest. "You're… very intimidating…" you say. He should've known. He's too much. Too scary. Of course you wouldn't feel the same.

"But…" you continue. "I do find you… interesting… and handsome… and I may or may not have a small crush on you. I'm sure we could go on a few dates to figure out how I feel. You're already acting much kinder than usual." You smile up at him. He just stares. You're so… so stunning…

"May I kiss you?" He asks. You blink in surprise at the request before chuckling. You sit up and turn towards him fully. He watches you for what your next move is going to be.

You rest your palm on his cheek, and his breath hitches. He's cold, but you don't pay much attention. Your eyes trace his face, starting from his hairline and eventually ending on his lips. He holds his breath in anticipation. You lean forward and gently connect your lips, both of you closing your eyes. Dark turns towards you, setting a hand on your waist and pulling you closer to him.

He hadn't kissed anyone in God knows how long. He didn't remember how nice it felt. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a groan and a whine, but either way it made you smile. You pull away from him and he chases after your lips. You smile as he blinks rapidly, not fully understanding what's happening.

"Does this count as a first date?" You ask. He manages a small smirk.

"If you want it to be."

"We're moving a bit fast, then."

"Good." He interlocks your hands. "Fast… fast is good… fast lets us make more memories…" he strokes his thumb over your hand. You smile.

"Yeah… fast is good."

this one suuuuucks I finished it at like 11 pm

[yamaita]

˚₊·➷ About : Prince Akaashi wasn't very fond of the castle's banquets and would much rather spend his evening locked inside his room to read books. But for this particular evening he decided to stay close to the food table where he meets a young lady, bonding over how delicious the cake was, Akaashi doesn't think banquets are all that bad.

˚₊·➷ Genre : FLUFF! Royalty AU!

˚₊·➷ wc : 1.4k

˚₊·➷ a/n : This piece was heavily inspired from Jimin's theme from BTS world, cake waltz was absolutely beautiful I just had to write about it 🥺 also I listened to it over and over while writing 😂 a-also I think the banner looks pretty 👉👈

The atmosphere of tonight's banquet was lively, everyone was talking amongst themselves as the orchestra played light music in the background. Akaashi's eyes lazily scan the room as nothing catches his eyes, sighing to himself he heads over to the food table, at least he can distract himself with food he thought.

"Akaashi! Nice party you have here!" He heard someone say, he looks to his right seeing his mighty friend, Bokuto. A prince from the neighboring kingdom, a close friend of his. "It's as nice as it gets, it's the same old routine," He said, taking a spoonful of mashed potatoes, Bokuto does the same. "Well! Maybe tonight's your lucky night? Besides there's plenty of beautiful girls lined up to have you as their prince!" He said, Akaashi didn't know whether that was supposed to cheer him up.

"Oh! By the way, is Prince Kuroo and Kenma coming tonight?" Bokuto asked, "Yeah, they're just running late.. as always," Akaashi rolled his eyes, the ambience didn't seem to change. The crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceilings of their ballroom, the classical music, even the same white coloured tunic that he wears. Same old boring routine, nothing ever happens nor catches his attention. "Hm, say Akaashi, what if you finally find that special someone?" Bokuto absentmindedly asked, "I can't say for sure since, I haven't found them," He said, placing the plate of food down on the table.

As Akaashi looked over the table, there was plenty of cake, ranging from at least 3-6 inches, they were decorated so eloquently, as if it wasn't really for eating but for display. He might as well take the first piece, taking the knife that laid beside the cake, he takes a pretty good chunk of cake. "I'll be back Akaashi, I think Kuroo and Kenma are right outside," Bokuto pats Akaashi shoulder before heading outside the ballroom, leaving Akaashi alone once again.

"So many cakes to choose from, ah! This one looks good," Akaashi looks up as he sees a young lady, nothing like before. She was wearing a light blue dress, layered with petticoats underneath. Akaashi's breath was clearly taken away by her beauty, he had met plenty of women before but it seems like she was the first one he actually seemed to like. Akaashi just had to know her more, "The red velvet is surely the best one out here," He said, pointing his fork towards the freshly cut cake. "Is that so?" You said, tapping your chin. "Well I guess it wouldn't hurt to try," Shrugging as you cut a piece, the cake was perfect, it was soft and moist.

"Well, it's delightful," You said, the raspberry icing really made its way to your taste buds as Akaashi was relieved at your choice of cake. "Shall we taste more cake?" He offered, he certainly did not think this is how his night was gonna go but he didn't complain. "Oh! Shall we try the strawberry shortcake next?" You said, looking at the delectable cake that was standing high and proud. It was topped with white icing, strawberries decorated all around it with occasional strawberry syrup drizzle on the side.

Akaashi didn't answer as he took the knife, slicing her a piece, and then one for him. One bite of the cake and he was hooked, much like you. "It tastes great doesn't it?" You said, your eyes glistening with delight. Akaashi couldn't help but smile, "Yes, yes it does," The peaceful atmosphere you two were in was wrecked as Bokuto, Kuroo alongside Kenma walked back inside the ballroom. "Akaashi! Hey hey hey! I see you're talking to a lady," Bokuto said, wiggling his eyebrows. You've placed your plate of cake down to give the three men a curtsy bow, as they did the same.

"Sorry we were late, some errands in the castle," Kuroo huffed, clearly exhausted from the ride to Akaashi's. "Don't worry, the night had just begun," Akaashi said, reassuring his friend. The music had suddenly switched up, from a lively waltz to a slow and romantic piece. Akaashi's hand itched to grab yours, wanting to dance this waltz with you, he supposed it would be rude to just grab you and force you to dance so he does what any normal person would do, ask you to dance.

As your eyes watched the couple's dance in the middle of the room, Akaashi's figure had blocked it. His white silk gloved hand reaches out to you, "Will you dance this waltz with me?" He asked, clearly flustered. His friends on the side? Shocked. You didn't really believe that the prince would ask you to dance, slowly taking his hand in yours, he pulled you up, carefully placing his right hand onto your waist as the left handled your left hand.

Everyone had moved aside for the prince and his partner, now all the attention was on you two. His movements were slow, easy to follow. "You're a great dancer," He said, "Why thank you," You smiled, the king was probably already making the engagement arrangements. You could hear his friends cheering and howling behind you as Akaashi's ears turn pink, "D-Don't mind them," He stuttered, pretty embarrassed as he twirls you around, catching you again.

Your mind couldn't help but drift off to the cake you had just eaten, "What do you say after this dance let's eat more cake?" You asked, Akaashi seemed fond of that idea. "Yeah, let's do that," He said, the music fading as he lets go of your hand and waist. The normal conversations started to rise again, with the occasional 'Is she gonna be the new queen?' or 'Is that the Prince's date?'

As you two headed back you could see Bokuto's smile, it was wide and ever happy. "Yo! Nice dancing," He said, slapping Akaashi's back, for a prince, Bokuto seems like a chill one. "Nice going prince charming, sweep me off my feet!" Kuroo said, mimicking a fainting motion. "Haha very funny guys," Akaashi rolled his eyes at his friend's antics. "We just came back to grab a piece of cake, I couldn't help it," You laughed, "If you want I could have someone deliver you cake everyday," Akaashi joked but he seemed pretty serious for a joke.

"Hm, not a bad deal prince," You said, "It'd be nicer if the prince delivered it in person, I get to see your face everyday," You smiled, "Yeah Akaashi! It's not like you do much everyday," Bokuto nudged Akaashi, "Very well, I'll have the most delicious cake ready everyday for you. But, I don't even know your name," He said, realizing he never asked you your name. Chuckling, "It's Y/N, Y/N L/N," You said, "What a beautiful name," Akaashi whispered. Bokuto and Kuroo looked at each other, nudging Kenma as he played with whatever device he brought.

"He's absolutely smitten!" Bokuto whispered to Kuroo, "Yeah! It's the first time I've seen him like this!" Kuroo replied.

The time seemed to have slipped by as you and Akaashi had a wonderful time talking. Checking the clock it had already struck midnight, "Oh, I must go," You hurriedly said, not wanting to get in trouble with your parents. "This early?" Akaashi asked, holding your hand. "S–Sorry Prince Akaashi, but I must go," You sighed, disappointed that you can't keep talking with him. But you had your hopes in the cake he promised everyday.

"Can I at least see you off?" Akaashi asked, fiddling with his fingers, "Of course," You held his hand as you two walked out the room, Bokuto and Kuroo waved at you goodbye. "It's been fun Prince Akaashi, but I'm afraid this is how far you can go," You said letting go of his hand. "I guess it cannot be helped," He said, trying not to show his disappointment. You decided to surprise him by giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I bid you a good night!" You said, running off down the stairs, you couldn't believe you just stole a kiss from the prince.

Akaashi stood there, dumbfounded as he caressed the cheek you had kissed, your lips still lingering. "Have a good night," He said to no one as you've left, "Well well, I think Prince Akaashi just found his princess," Kuroo snorted, slinging his arm around Akaashi's shoulder. "It seems like I have, what a peculiar girl," He said, he was definitely looking forward to tomorrow, he wants to host another ball tomorrow. Just so he can have his cake waltz with you.

⁀➷ Love, Kae

[linphd]

⛄️ CHRISTMAS DAY 6 ⛄️ dad!shoto x mom!reader | family dinner

shoto todoroki x reader

female reader

Shoto and (Y/N) celebrate the Christmas Eve with the Todoroki family.

no warning

(T1/N) is twin's name

(T2/N) is the other twin's name

(D/N) is your daughter's name

''It's auntie ! It's auntie !'' (T1/N) said, excited. ''I think there is grandma too !'' He hopped, smiling at his dad. (T1/N) had inherited Shoto's ice side, and that meant he had white hair and black eyes, and his quirk was ice. It was no surprise when (T2/N) was born with red hair and blue eyes, and his quirk was fire. Shoto thought it amusing ; how much Enji had wanted a child with both quirks, only for that child to have children inheriting only one of them each. However, he had a baby girl now, of only a few months. Her eyes were (e/c) and her hair was (h/c), being the exact replica of her mother. Maybe she would have her quirk.

When Shoto opened the door, the twins quickly jumped to their aunt and grandma's throats, hugging them. ''Don't hurt them.'' Shoto said, before closing the door. They were the first arrived, as (Y/N) and Shoto were still cooking for tonight. ''Oh, I'm gonna help !'' Fuyumi said, directly rushing to the kitchen. ''We brought the dessert.'' Rei said, before putting the said dessert in the fridge (or freezer, depends which dessert you want I guess?).

''Did you see the card ?'' (T1/N) asked. ''Yes, I saw you were all wearing Christmas hats, I put it in my living room.'' Rei said -now that Enji had tried to redeem himself, she was out of the hospital, Fuyumi living right next to her. ''Grandma ! You know what ? Yesterday, yesterday (D/N) yawned and she burped !'' (T2/N) said, giggling while telling his story. ''So you both laughed ?'' Rei asked, the twins nodding.

Then, it was Natsuo's turn to arrive. His wife and his kids were there too, making the twins really happy to see their cousins. ''Sanemi ! Come play with us !'' (T2/N) said, not even letting his cousin take off his coat first. He was 7 while they were 6, and they were really happy to have a cousin around their age. ''(Y/N) ! You don't look like you were even pregnant !'' Natsuo said, seeing her. ''Can you stop looking at my wife, you have yours.'' Shoto only said. ''(D/N) was very very small, I didn't gain that much weight.'' The woman replied, taking the compliment.

''Dad is coming right ?'' Fuyumi asked her brothers. Rei didn't mind that much ; they were ignoring each other, and they would each be sat at an extremity of the table, anyway. ''Yeah. Kinda late. I told him to.'' Shoto said. ''Shoto ! He'll still be here to light a candle to Touya, right ?'' Fuyumi asked, her eyebrows furrowed. ''Yes, of course.'' Her brother replied.

As all the adults were sat, talking -and Fuyumi playing with her niece- the kids were all playing next to them, watching TV. ''Mommyyyy ?'' (T1/N) asked, patting his mom's arm. ''What ?'' She asked, Shoto smiling at the sight ; he really loved to have a healthy family and to see that his lovely wife still loved him. And at 6, kids were actually quite funny. He wasn't fond of changing his baby, but he wasn't going to complain. ''Can we play in the snow ?'' The little boy asked, his brother and their cousins following. ''In the garden, yes.'' The woman said, before the kids cheered.

''But you're all putting on coats. And if you play with your quirks, you're very careful. And you don't hurt your cousins !'' (Y/N) said. Indeed, last time they saw Natsuo's kids, (T1/N) and (T2/N) had decided to have a quirk contest and that ended up in most of them loosing control and hurting themselves.

As Natsuo was busy telling one of his adventures, Shoto put the coats, scarfs and hats of his nephews ; Sanemi, who was 7 and Isogai, who was 4. Natsuo also had a 11 years old daughter, but she was staying at the table, sat next to her mom. ''And you put your gloves on. If you're cold, go hug (T2/N).'' Shoto said, referring to his son who had inherited his fire quirk ; thus, his body temperature was quite high. As the children were going outside, Enji was just entering -his grandchildren had opened him the door.

Everyone greeted him, even though he still felt a bit embarrassed that Rei was there. He sat at the other extremity of the table, where Fuyumi was -she was the one talking to him the most. That's why she offered him, as it was time to start eating, to go fetch the kids outside and tell them to eat. They really liked their grandfather, as their parents weren't telling them how they got raised. They didn't want them to hate him.

While everyone was eating, the kids were laughing. ''I was number 1 hero !'' Enji said, as the kids were laughing with him. ''Now you're number 67.'' One of the twin said, making all the others giggle. ''No, he's not.'' Shoto said. ''He's not even ranked.'' He continued, a smile on his face, making the kids laugh even more. Enji simply rolled his eyes. ''I'm too old.'' He muttered, a bit defeated.

There was a break between two plates, and that was the occasion for Rei and her daughters-in-law to prepare the food together, leaving siblings all together. ''How did you get your scar ?'' Sanemi asked his uncle. ''You ask that everytime you see me.'' Shoto said, actually amused. ''I do that ? Well, I forgot.'' Sanemi looked like his dad physically, but he was also quite the same mentally, which was making Shoto laugh. ''I didn't listen to my parents and I overused my quirk !'' He said, in a threatening tone.

That made (T2/N) gasp. ''Ah ! I won't overuse mine ! Or I'll burn myself too !'' He said. ''If you're careful, it's going to be okay.'' Shoto said. Enji didn't say anything. He thought that one day, the kids will have to know. But right now, they were too young for the truth.

As the dessert was served, (Y/N) asked her sons what they wanted. ''All the tastes.'' (T1/N) said. ''All of them ? How hungry are you ?!'' His mom replied, making the boy giggle. After they all chose one taste only -for the moment- they ate their part. ''So, who's lighting the candle to Touya ?'' Rei asked. ''Well, we're in Shoto's house, so Shoto ?'' Enji asked, unsure, as he turned to his son. He nodded, and went to light a candle to Touya.

When he was back on his seat, (Y/N) caressed his cheek ; she knew his backstory, she had actually started dating him in high school. He turned and smiled at her, seeing that Fuyumi was giving her back her daughter. ''She can't sleep because she feels everyone's excited.'' (Y/N) explained. ''Oh she woke up ?'' Shoto asked -he didn't even notice.

The woman nodded, and he smiled. ''Well, the kids are going to open their presents, so I think we should wait before putting her to bed again.'' He said, stroking his daughter's hair -she already had kinda a lot even at only a few months old. Suddenly, a little voice could be heard. ''Can we open our presents ?'' (T1/N) asked, unsure. Shoto giggled and nodded.

(T2/N) kissed his sister's temple as if it was thanks to her he could open his presents, and that made everyone that had noticed it around the table smile. ''Mom ! Moooom ! We've made a snowman, you will look at him, right ?'' The other twin asked. ''Sure, after you're done with your presents.'' (Y/N) replied. ''We gave him a scar like you and grandpa, dad !'' One of the twin said, making Shoto raise an eyebrow. ''How did you manage that ?'', ''You'll see !''.

        All the kids were happy with their presents. As (Y/N) and Shoto went outside to see the snowman with the scar, (T2/N) enjoyed this moment to show his grandfather his quirk. ''Look ! My fire is stronger now ! Just like yours !'' He said, showing off. ''You'll need some time to be as strong as me ! But you're a strong little boy !'' He said, ruffling his hair.

           Shoto was just back from his garden when he heard that. He looked at Enji, and smiled a bit that he had congratulated his grandchild. Maybe he was really having a redemption. ''Do you want to carry (D/N) ?'' He asked, and Enji agreed. Seeing the scene in front of her, (Y/N) cupped her husband's cheek. ''It's nice, Shoto.'' She whispered, making the man smile at her. He really couldn't believe he finally had a healthy and loving family.

aaaand this one is my fav Christmas Day so far ! so I’m tagging @mhastories cause she wanted to know 🥰🥰

[shootingcookielover]

Inspired by this post:

@transformationloveb I hope this is okay

It was no secret that Janus kept the secrets of the mindscapes. Kept them hidden behind fancy words and the occasional silencing.

So when Roman, after a long, fun movie night, with only the two of them still awake, asked: “Wanna know a secret?”, Janus didn’t hesitate to nod.

“Always, Roman.”, he replied earnestly, watching the creative side carefully.

Something about Roman was off. Ever since the wedding and the fallout that followed, the creative side had become… quiet. Reclusive, almost.

It was worrying and this kind of question only added to the bad feeling Janus had.

Roman sighed as he rubbed his head, waving the other side off. “Never mind.”, he mumbled as he sunk out, just as the others had done.

There was a beat of silence before Janus realized something.

“You fucking bastards!”

The lying side was faced with empty pizza cartons, popcorn strewn about and blankets messily covering every inch of the living room.

The next morning Janus didn’t come to breakfast. Not because he skipped it on purpose, rather because he’d stayed up until four in the morning to clean.

As soon as his face had hit the pillow he’d passed out.

But now he was awake. Awake and in his favorite outfit. Well, it was really the only outfit he could feasibly wear outside of his Stitch-onesie, but that didn’t make him like them any less.

So at about lunchtime Janus emerged. Only Patton was currently present; which made sense. As a part of Thomas every side was introverted and, after their movie night, needed to recharge.

Janus sat down in his usual chair at the table. His gaze swept across the living room.

He’d really done a remarkable job cleaning the place, especially considering how late it’d been.

And then there was a scream that made Janus almost fall out of his chair.

He quickly looked over to Patton who held his chest and was breathing heavily. “Janus! Hey. You startled me, kiddo.”

The shock was still visibly present but Patton tried to cover it with a wobbly smile.

Janus decided not to call Patton out on his lie.

“Hello, Patton.”

The fatherly side shook his head a little and turned back to the food on the stove. “So, uh, any particular reason you’re here, kiddo…?”

Janus leaned back in his chair, thinking the question over. He knew he was taking too long when Patton glanced in his direction, almost… worried.

That was a new one.

“I simply wanted to enjoy your company, Patton. Am I not allowed to spend time with my favorite light side?”, Janus leaned forward now, chin propped up on his hands.

The fatherly side, as expected, started sputtering. “Wha- I- now, I…”

Janus chuckled. “Don’t let it go to your head, Patton. We wouldn’t want you to end up like Roman, now, do we?”

Patton hissed. He’d burned his head on the stove and hurried to turn the heat down as he reached for the sink. Just as the cold water hit his skin he replied: “That was a little mean, kiddo! You shouldn’t say things like that.”

After a short pause he hesitantly added: “…I think.”

Janus almost wanted to sigh in annoyance. Sometimes he didn’t feel like he was keeping secrets, sometimes he felt like he was keeping insecurities. Actually, now that he thought about it, yeah. Those were the majority of the “secrets” he kept.

“You’re right, Patton, though I didn’t mean it as an insult.”, Janus leaned back again. “I was simply referring to the fact that we shouldn’t be too alike each other to keep Thomas functioning.”

The fatherly side shrugged as he turned off the faucet. “Yeah.”

And Janus messed it up again. Awesome. He wanted to let his head fall forward and thunk loudly on the tabletop.

Instead he said: “You know, you look stunning today, Patton.”

The fatherly side, who’d returned to cooking, shot him a wary glance.

Janus knew that his compliments were only taken with a huge ton of salt, but sometimes he wished they weren’t. It was only smart. Still annoying, however.

Before anything else could be said, Patton announced: “Lunch’s done!”

He pulled one pot off the stove. “Janus, would you mind helping me?”

“Of course I would, how dare you even ask!”, Janus replied, already walking over to the kitchen.

The other sides showed up soon after the food was ready.

Janus knew it was because of a tingly feeling that ran through the mindscape to alert the others. He himself had followed it many times.

Seeing Virgil creep down the stairs made Janus’ heart ache. Ache for the simpler times, back when they were all just the ‘others’. A family. Back then, Virgil would have comfortably crawled along the ceiling before dropping down into his chair.

Remus had loved it.

Patton was afraid of spiders.

Virgil plopped into his seat without even so much as glancing in Janus’ direction. Headphones were securely put on his head and shielded his ears.

The anxious side had always been the easiest to overwhelm with too much social interaction.

Remus popped into existence right on top of his chair, mad grin in place. There was some kind of substance stuck to his gloves that was sure to stain.

Janus didn’t want to know.

The creative side shoveled food on his plate. A plate which he had turned upside-down for who knows what reason.

For a second Janus could pretend that they were actually back in those times on the ‘dark side’. Until Patton dropped his fork to the ground with a loud clatter and quickly apologized.

With the spell broken, Janus decided to also put food on his plate, before Remus could wolf all of it down.

The last side to arrive, was, surprisingly, Logan. The logical side sat down without a word as he filled his plate.

Lunch was filled with pleasant enough banter, Janus thought, as he defended one of Remus’ latest ideas.

Even Virgil cracked a small smile.

Only something irked Janus very much about Roman not showing face. That was quite odd; the fanciful side usually at least left them a note explaining his absence, or something similar.

But no.

Janus didn’t know whether the others noticed, but decided not to mention it for now. The fanciful side was probably just tired from last night.

About a week later, when Janus had almost forgotten about Roman’s question, a simple note was shoved under his door.

The lying side didn’t notice at first, since he was asleep at the time. It was 2 in the morning, after all.

When Janus awoke, however, he found the note.

He opened it, fully expecting some kind of disturbing yet impressively well done drawing by Remus.

Instead he was faced with the words:

You wanna know a secret?

Always.

…I haven’t felt beautiful in months.

And now I never will.

It was signed by Roman and however good Remus was at faking signatures, he wasn’t this good. And Janus would have been able to tell anyways.

With the letter in hand Janus moved to Roman’s door. He didn’t bother knocking, simply pushed the doors open.

Roman was laying on top of his king-sized bed.

Janus’ heart stopped as he saw it.

Roman looked like he was dead. His hands folded on his chest with a bouquet of blood red roses. Skin pale.

He was even laying on top of the blanket.

Janus moved closer, trying desperately to find a heartbeat and only remembering to breathe when he did.

Roman wasn’t dead.

Yay there we go! Wooo

So yeah I don't know where to go from here, but that just might be because it's almost two in the morning I should sleep

Good night I hope this lil thing was actually decent don't forget to brush your teeth

[bonelesswords]

a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

Chapter one: Hi, June.

-synopsis -chapter two

Warnings: Language, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

Note: This is the first chapter!! It's kinda short but only for now. btw all this introduction is for you to understand the story 😁 tell me what you think hehe. 

  The summer in which everyone forgot my name, was over, the only ones who seemed to remember it were my brother and my grandmother, who called almost every day while I was on vacation to ask how I was. It was my grandma's idea to send me to the other side of the world, thinking that New York could heal a broken heart. I had said that no, that it didn't work like that, that she could send me to Japan, to a desert island, but the only thing I needed to stop thinking about my heart and how broken it was, was time. But she insisted, because she has been stubborn her whole life and she wasn't going to stop now; she sent me to New York, to the house of a friend that she had met in i-don't-know-where, don't-know-when. Who had presented me to his grandson because my grandma had told her in detail how the last person I had fallen in love with, had broken my heart.

I went and I came back, my heart didn't hurt like when I got on the plane, but it still hurt, and the pain scares me.

I would like to say that yes, that grandma was right, and that my heart actually healed after that trip. That I wasn't going to have to deal with insecurities again. I would like to move on with my life as if a man didn't rip a piece of my soul; but it isn't like that.

It still scares me, even if William left to never return, to never see my face again.

I'm afraid of waking up and see his face among the white sheets, laying on my pillow. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to move or speak, but I can see him sitting at the end of my bed, looking at me sideways and whispering that I must not forget him. Until after a few minutes, when I manage to move again, he disappears as if he had never been there.

Forgetting everything that happened is not as easy as throwing away a box with all the memories, it's like burning the box and that it appears every time on your doorstep .

William left and he's not going to come back. I'm sure that there's not a single drop of love for him in my body, but he left me a thousand of insecurities and he took my pride with him. He left me every bad memory, and how they torment during the night, reminding me how he played with me.

So I asked Rory, my brother, and grandma, for time. They didn't understand anything that night that I arrived home crying, they still don't understand everything fully, but they took care of me, and they were there with me every time I couldn't hold the tears anymore. I need time to assimilate things better: I had met William, a man older than me. I liked him and he lied to me saying he liked me too. When his lie went too far he got scared and left. He made sure not to see me anymore not even on the streets. He hurt me way more times that I had said out loud, in places that I still don't know how to describe.

I don't feel sad because he left, I feel sad for what he made with me after that.

But summer ended and autumn began in the city where I was born. In any moment I would get back to the university and perhaps I would make a friend.

It's already dark when I return home, the floor is wet from the rain that fell in the afternoon. The street lights up with orange lights and my nose is red from the cold. The only thing that I hear are the footsteps of my boots against the pavement and distant voices that come from inside of the houses. It's Friday and I feel it on the tip of my nose, when the air brings the smell of the dinner of the last house on the block; mine.

I know that Rory is inside with grandma, since I came back from New York he doesn't do anything else but staying at the house that I share with grandma for dinner, I also know that he feels slightly guilty for getting away from me lately. During our whole lives, ever since mom decided to leave us in charge of grandma, we had always hold on to each other, because we were the only thing we had left. And suddenly, after a long time, he didn't call like he used to anymore, he stopped visiting us like before. He is trying to get things back to the way they were.

When I step on the house, the warmth of the place embraces me, inviting me to take off my coat and my red sweater. From the living room I can hear the drawers opening and closing, the plates crashing and the voice of my grandma. I went inside to the kitchen, where Rory is sitting on a stool, his mouth is full of crumbs and a piece of bread is caught between his teeth. He looks as pale as ever, with messy black hair. Dressed in black from head to toe, he wears the same combat boots as me. Grandma looks at me and smiles in the only way she does when she sees one of her grandchildren.

The three of us sat at the dining table, talking about the day, work  and trivial things.

"The lady who lives two blocks from here stayed twenty minutes talking to me this afternoon." I comment "She told me all the gossip. I don't know why she told them to me, if it is because she has no friend or something, I mean, if she has no friends, how does she know everything?"

"Maybe because she does have friends, but she thinks you don't" Rory replies, shrugging his shoulders. I look at him with narrowed eyes as he takes the fork with food to his mouth. He caught me off guard.

"That's a lie, all my friends are on vacation, they don't come back until the university starts," I explain, for the thousandth time this summer. My friends at the university are not even friends, maybe I have the number of someone because from time to time I ask for the homework, we get along, but nothing else. I wasn't going to admit it out loud.

"Anyway" interrumped grandma "Rory has already told me that he's not staying to drink tea after dinner because he has plans with friends, I guess that we are you and me again, June. You and me and maybe a movie on netflix."

The two of them are mocking me, and suddenly, it makes sense. Both are pushing me to come out tonight. It's true that I don't   have any friends, and the old women that I talk to everyday while I work on the bakery aren't exactly the best company. They know that since William, I'm completely alone except for them.

"Well, I understand, I bother when I stay all day in this house. Maybe I want to stay here with grandma, watching movies until she falls asleep at ten. Unless that you, Rory, have other plans for me"

"It's the birthday of one of my friends, we are going to the pub, you come with me, you meet my friends and maybe you get along with them. I'll take you only if you don't talk about what the old lady told you today and if you drink at least two beers" He tells me and I share glances with grandma, as if I had fifteen and had to ask for permission to go out a friday night.

"I'm twenty one for something, right? To drink at least two beers with my brother. I'll go, but with two conditions" He nods with a smile, while grandma listens to the conversation with amusement."First, there must be at least one girl besides me. Second, if it's necessary, I can talk about politics"

"Don't worry June, that's the two things that i love. Girls and politics"

-

I haven't gone out at night in a long time and the only thing I do while sitting in the passenger seat in my brother's car is thinking if I had dressed well. What a silly thing, I think. I'm wearing light blue jeans and a dark black polo shirt under a yellow sweater. I realize how badly I combine the colors when I look at the yellow converse that I'm wearing

"So... are you friends.. friendly?" I ask and he laughs.

"That's a dumb question"

"And whose birthday is it?"

"Jack's" He says "You dont know him, I met him at the bar a while ago, Alex is the bar owner, along with his brother, his brother is more owner than him, but they both manage it. I'm not very close to Luke, Alex's brother, but he's nice. Jack is twenty four today."

"And what are you going to give him?" he points to the glove box, which is in front of my knees, I open it and I see a fat envelope, I take it out. "What is it?"

"A special edition of his favorite Batman movie, he's going to lose his shit, I'm sure"

I laugh and leave the bag in my lap and I stay silent, the only thing we hear in the car is the radio. It is the only station that doesn't put me in a bad mood and I only listen to it when I'm in Rory's car.

Rory parked on the street in front of the place, which had wooden chairs and tables outside and a row of lights under the roof that covered them. There were a few people outside and a lot inside. I looked at the ceiling of the place, in bright letters it said DUST.

My brother opened the door making sound a bell over our heads, almost inaudible due to the voices of all the people inside the bar. It was hot inside, putting our cheeks red immediately, the same tables that were outside were located all over the place and in the back were four U-shaped couchs with round tables in the middle. The lights of the place were all orange, making the atmosphere warmer than it already was. My brother took my hand and guided me to the back, in the other he had his friend's birthday present.

They all shouted things that I didn't understand when they saw my brother. I was behind him.

"Happy birthday, lad" he said to the guy who was at the end of the couch, a brown haired guy with a lot of tattoos on the arms, hands and some of them in his neck. He smiled at Rory and thanked him. "This is for you" my brother said and gave him his gift.

"What is it?" he asked, examining the paper bag."

"Open it, you idiot" said a redhead girl who was next to him, and for a second, everyone was silent. I felt like a statue in that moment.

Jack broke the paper and when he saw what was inside, his face lighted up and he looked at Rory with bright eyes. "No way, man"

"Nothing can top my gift now" Jack got up to hug him and thanked him again, putting him in a backpack he had on the floor. Rory turned to see me and I raised his eyebrows, indicating that he had forgotten about me for a second.

"Oh, right guys, this is June, my little sister. I brought her today because if she spends another friday night at home she is going to become an old lady. I hope that's not a problem" I looked at them, waving my hand. They smiled.

"That's not a problem" Jack announced "Any sister of Rory is sister of mine" He said and smiled at me, I smiled back. Then Rory brought two chairs to the table and we joined the round.

Everyone started talking animatedly; the round was made up of two guys and three girls. Jack, at the end of the couch, Julia the redhead who called him idiot before was next to him. On her right side was, who had introduced herself, Evangeline, a very pretty brown-eyed brunette, I had stared at her for a few seconds when she told me her name because of how beautiful she was. It seemed like she had just returned from the beach, but it was autumn and the shine of her skin was natural. I wish I could look like that without trying, she didn't seem like she was trying. Beside her, it was Travis, a skinny gray-eyed boy, as pale as paper, who was talking a lot and followed all of Jack's jokes, even though he was almost at the other end of the couch. Next to Travis, was Helena, a platinum blonde with red lips, who hadn't stopped talking with Rory since we arrived. And Rory hadn't stopped talking with her neither. I know when my brother likes someone, he behaves just like high school but I didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to make any jokes about it

Suddenly, a chair is dragged right next to me, in the middle of me and Jack, who was asking me about university with Julia. A man drops into the wooden chair and starts talking.

"I told Matthew that anything that this table orders it's on me. That's my birthday gift." He said with a strange accent to Jack, he turned to me and his blue eyes clashed with mine. Jack thanked him, and I didn't know what to say. Mainly because he had a black eye and several cuts around his face, like on the eyebrow and on his lower lip. I tried to hide my surprise, but he had already noticed. He stared at me, waiting for me to say something, but I didn't.

"Hi Alex" Rory speaks, making his eyes go towards my brother "This is June, my sister, I'm taking her out for a walk"

"Hi Ronald, we are going to take care of her here" He joked and then, looked at me again. "Hi, June, I'm Alex" He gives me a wide smile, almost amused. I instantly realized that despite his bruised face, he was handsome. But like all the boys sitted at the table, like Travis or Jack, but he was handsome anyway, and he has beautiful eyes. He doens't look like the kind of guy I see at university parties surrounded by lots of people, but he looks like the kind of guy the girls turn to see in the hallway.

"Hi Alex" I said, trying to smile at him.

"How old are you, June?" Alex asks.

"Twenty one" He nods, ready to make another question,  His brown hair seems freshly cut and his skin looks slightly tanned, which makes his eyes look bluer than they surely are.

"So why aren't you drinking anything, June?" It catches my attention how he repeats my name several times, as if he were getting used to the sound in his tongue.

I shrug without saying anything. He smiles sideways at me while shaking his head, then stretches his arm behind my back to reach Rory's head, hitting him with the palm of his hand.

"Go get your sister a fucking beer" Rory growled and looked at him annoyed when Alex interrupted their conversation.

"Language." Julia scolds and Alex rolls his eyes amused.

"She can go by herself" Rory replied, I did not say anything.

"Don't be an idiot" he scolded him again and my brother got up from the chair, sighing and going towards the bar.

"I can get my own beer" I said to Alex, he looked at me raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you look like someone who can get their own beer, June" he says with the same smile on his face "But Matthew, the barman, doesn't know you and he won't believe you if you say you are with Jack"

"I don't look like someone who would be with Jack?" I say trying to sound offended. Of course I didn't look like someone who was friends with Jack, I looked like someone who stayed to watch a movie on Netflix with grandma on a friday night.

"You look like someone who would be with me" He says and winks at me. Automatically starts a conversation with Jack, and Julia talks about the university again. I'm sure i'm  as red as a tomato.

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[pbandjesse]

We are sitting in the car waiting for James to get his bike all attached to the back. Which is taking a little while but that's okay. I'm just really tired. We just finished dinner with his family again and it was excellent and a lot of fun. But we did a lot today and I am just really looking forward to sleep. 

I did sleep okay last night. But I heard everyone awake around 9 so I got up too. 

To find that the water was turned off. Because one of the water heaters in the building broke. Dang. So I washed my face and brushed my teeth with my water bottle. 

I felt pretty good. James and Jess were having coffee. And James had scones baking for us. I finished getting dressed. And soon Jess was sitting with me and we were doing our makeup together. It was fun. 

Eventually we headed out and walked over to the café for real breakfast. 

And it was good. And I am glad we have two nice cafés in walking distance. But mostly I was just really happy to be with Jess. I'm sad she's going home tomorrow because this weekend has been excellent. 

Once we were done with breakfast we headed back to the house to get the car. 

Off to the thrift stores we went. They were calling for snow but it only lasted a few minutes once we were inside and then it was just horrible rain. But that was okay. 

I had an interaction that upset me a little though and could have dampened my whole day but I saved it. Through kindness. Me and Jess were looking at stuff and went over to the toys and another girl our age was looking took and she found a baby furby. And I was so upset I didn't find it first but excited for her. And her boyfriend came over and was like I saw that! And I said to them it's a lamb baby and they are my favorite and if you don't get it I will. And he said they are trying to fix some furbies right now and I was like that's so cool. And was trying to be positive but then she shot me a look and was putting off this vibe like she was upset with me. Like I was trying to take that furby from her. And I wasnt! I was just excited. So we walked away. 

But then I was sad. And Jess went to look at shirts while I looked at coats. But I was sad and trying to shake it. 

But I told Jess why I was sad and shook it off best I could and we went to look at dressed. 

We loaded up this cart. Just everything we even only kind of liked went in the cart. It was hilarious. I went around the corner to the other dresses and there the girl who got the furby was. And I decided to reach out and have a conversation. Turns out she sells nostalgic 80s and 90s toys on ebay! And I told her about my Instagram and now we follow each other. And I told her if she posts furbies I'll make a post about it! It was so nice and it made me feel 1000% better. 

Once me and Jess decided we had enough things we went to the dressing room. Jess went first and I organized the cart so our stuff was easier to grab. She tried on some ridicules things I picked out for her. And many just silly things she found. But she found some stuff she looked beautiful in and it was just really fun to see what she found. I tried things on a lot quicker even though I had about the same amount of stuff. I ended up getting a couple dresses and skirts. But my main great find of the day was an LL Bean jacket in light blue that I am so obsessed with. Im going to wear it tomorrow. It was a maybe at first and I actually put it back because its a little big. But I couldnt stop thinking about it and it was only $7.  

The line to check out was very long. So we wandered around for a while longer. Jess found this really neat faux antique mirror but it would have been a huge production to get it to New York. So after much hemming and hawing it was left. But I did find a kneeling chair and I have wanted one for as long as I can remember so that was a well spent $15. We spent a good amount of money but we got so much stuff. Including 2 really great pairs of shoes. One are beetle boots in blue velvet with buttons, and the other are leather shoes with sherpa interior that spills out and they are while but incredible. Im really jazzed about them.

We finished up there and it was raining. But we got to the car in one piece and headed to the small goodwill down the street. I do not like this goodwill. I find them rude. But we each got one good thing. She got a bottle shaped like a fish and I got those hand gripper exercise things I wanted. But I got really upset because there was an amazing vintage suitcase I wanted to buy that didnt have a price ad that goodwill wont just go to the back and find out and they have signs about it all over. And I was just really bummed. And they were like. Well you could try again tomorrow. And my feelings are this store, of all the good wills Ive been too, has the highest amount of unpriced stuff I have seen. And they wont sell it without a price! But they also wont put a price on it. Like guys. You are just wasting everyones time. You continue to be the worst goodwill. It sucks. 

So I just felt upset and wanted to go. We wanted a snack so off we went to the amish market. Except somehow I chose the wrong one? this was not the one I had been to before. It was very strange. But we did find one and I got a pretzel and she got a pickle and it was nice to walk around for a coupe minutes before we were back on the road. 

We went to the other goodwill. But honestly I was a little burnt out on shopping. I didnt want to look at anymore clothes. She did get a pretty excellent planter and I got an amazing 4 set of plates shaped like sea shells. They are great. But thats all we got. And that was just fine.

We went to a diner for a late lunch. It was so cute and chrome. My favorite type of diner. The food was good but alll very hot. And I was starting to get tired. 

We were about to be on our way home when I remeberd one of the things I wanted to accompish today was getting more snails and maybe a second frog and a heater. So we tried a pet store near where we were. No luck. So into Towson we went where we had great luck. I got 3 black snails. The same kind as my white ones. And a heater. No frog but as soon as we got home and got everything inside I put the snails in the tank and its like a switch was turned on in the frog. 

He starts swimming around. And the snails werent all the way out of their shells yet but he was just sitting and as soon as they started moving he started moving. And now they are all motering around in the tank and I am so excited. He seems so much happier now. And the tank is already free of old worms and food. This is great. 

Me and Jess sat in the living room taking tags off. And figuring out where James was. I knew he was with his friend but we were going ice skating and wasnt sure if we were waiting for him. 

But we ended up going and meeting him there and it was a blast. It was so nice skating with Jess and we took pictures and I just had a really good time. James got upset after we left because he somehow lost a glove. But I keep telling him its okay. But hes mad at himself. I wish he wasnt but it happens. 

We all left there and had dinner with his family again. Very expensive weekend! But the food and company was lovely. We were there until like 1030 and we were also celebrating James's mom's birthday and it was just really good. I felt really happy. But also really tired. 

But once we went back to the park to get his bike we headed home. Which is where Im finishing this post. Jess just got a shower and I am going to do that next. I am very happy but also very sleepy. And tomorrow is another day. I hope you all sleep great. Have a wonderful night. Pray for snow. 

[sonderlivra]

Eremika White Day - Day 3: Non-traditional/Free

In which Eren finds out that brides crave burgers, among other things.

~2200 words, Modern AU, rated T for tiny bits of swearing

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By the time Eren walks into the burger place, he's bone tired. The day had been longer than any he'd ever lived in the recent past, and the smell of fried foods and ketchup had almost physically swerved him into the kitschy little place. He hadn't eaten all day.

But the moment he steps inside, he freezes in surprise. Sitting at one of the little tables is a vision in white. She is wearing a beautiful flowy white gown, with accents of lace at her throat and shoulders. A pink satin ribbon is twined around her waist, and little pink flowers curve up the sides of either ear, crowning her silky black head with a translucent veil that flutters just past her shoulders. She is so gorgeous it feels like the wind is knocked out of his chest.

He is walking towards her before he can even think about doing it.

“Hey, are you -uh, are you alright?”

She is in the middle of peeling off lace gloves when she looks up at him. Her eyes are steel grey and mesmerising.

“Do I look alright?” She asks him, and she sounds tired, numb, exactly how Eren feels.

He shakes his head and gestures at the chair opposite her. “Can I-?”

She looks him up and down for a moment before shrugging. Eren sits down slowly, feeling as if making sudden moves would spook her. A thin, bored server brings him the menu and he orders the first burger on the list, along with fries and a coke. And all through this the bride doesn’t even look at him, instead staring at the discarded gloves that she is still holding onto.

The server moves away, and silence remains at their table. Eren flounders for several minutes, wondering what to say, where to begin.

“Okay, so, I’m Eren,” he says finally, wearing his most winning smile. “Nice to meet you.”

She flashes him a glance as if she is measuring him up again. “Mikasa,” she says finally, and Eren mentally pats himself on the back.

“Bad day?” He asks her, and she startles him by scoffing a laugh. “What do you think?” She gestures aggressively at her outfit.

“Hey, I don’t wanna make assumptions,” Eren says quickly. “You could be a fashion model or something, for all I know.”

That earns him a snort. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”

Eren grins, leaning forward. “Does that surprise you?”

“Are you flirting with me?” She demands, and he backtracks immediately. “Sorry. Bad timing.”

She simply grunts and goes back to tracing the lace pattern on her gloves. Their food arrives in another minute, and they both dig in wordlessly. She practically inhales her burger and is lingering over her fries, when Eren musters enough courage to try again.

“So… you wanna talk about it?”

She looks up at him, blank and dead-eyed. “Why would I talk about it to a stranger?”

Ouch.

“Fair point,” Eren concedes, waving a fry in the air. “Except that I’ll be listening from an objective point of view.”

She raises her eyebrow as if she finds the idea incredulous. But, to his surprise, she pops her fry into her mouth and shrugs. “Fine. As you can see, I snuck out of my wedding.”

“Because…?” Eren prods her.

“I’m…” She looks down and her voice sounds so forlorn Eren has to force himself to stay in his seat. “I’m not sure anymore.”

Then he tries to make sense of her words. “Not sure about-?”

“Why I ran.”

He stares at her. She twirls a long fry idly in a pool of ketchup. “It’s not really too late.” She glances up at a wall clock. “I should be saying my vows right now, but I could still go back. It’ll only be a little delayed.”

“Then why don’t you?” He asks her gently.

The fry drops onto the plate. “I don’t know,” she says in a small voice.

The desire to step up and hold her is strong again, and Eren says thickly, “Is it because you don’t love him-”

“I thought we both wanted this,” she interrupts him, talking quickly all of a sudden. “I thought we were ready. We were talking about this for so long. We were so excited. And-” She sends him a despairing glance that goes straight to his heart. “And h-he seemed to want this, too. We planned everything the way I wanted​ it. He let me pick out the colour scheme and the cake and the guest list, and-” She looks down at her hands again. “It was perfect. I thought it was perfect.”

She is silent again, and Eren has to force himself to say, “But…?”

“It… hit me when I put this on.” She touches her veil glumly. “That it’s my wedding day. And -and of all things, the colour scheme of my own wedding is pink!”

Her voice breaks at the last word, and Eren can't think of anything to say other than, “You don't want it to be pink?”

“No!” She cries, and to his horror, he can see tears gathering at the edges of her perfectly lined eyes. “I don't! I don't even like it that much! My favourite colour is green, his is red! And my wedding is pink!”

“It's… it's not a bad colour,” Eren murmurs, confused, and she nods emphatically. “Exactly! It's a pretty colour!”

“So then-”

“It's not my colour. It's not important to me in any way! This entire wedding belongs on the pages​ of a magazine and nothing about it is mine. Not the food, not the music, not even my vows-”

“Then why did you plan it this way?”

“Because -because I wanted it to be perfect.” The tears finally make it past her long lashes, and Eren clenches his hands into fists to keep from leaning forward and wiping them away. “I -I wanted it to be a perfect wedding for him, and I,” her breath hitches, “I never wanted any of this. I don't…” She ducks her head in shame. “I don't even want to get married.”

Eren's eyes widen. “Oh,” is all he can say.

Mikasa sniffs, her head in her hands. “I -I thought I did, but it's just what everyone else wanted for us, for me. I still think we’re too young, I still don’t like it… but I just wanted to do the right thing, the perfect thing, and -and I'm a coward because I couldn't even go through with it-”

“Hey, you're not a coward-”

“You're a total stranger,” she snaps, looking up at him. “How would you know?”

Eren ignores her words and asks instead, “Why didn't you say anything?”

“I just told you I'm a coward, didn't I?” Her voice is gruff.

“That's not even remotely an excuse,” he points out. She simply shrugs, wiping her face, and Eren is glad that she has at least stopped crying.

They are quiet for a few moments before Eren asks her again, his voice softer, “Why didn't you say anything?”

“Would you have understood?” It almost sounds like a challenge, and Eren blurts, defensive, “I would have!”

She simply looks down at her plate again, and he repeats, “I would have.”

They are silent again, this time for so long the server apparently thinks it safe enough to come over and clear their table. Mikasa picks up a large handbag from the floor that he missed seeing, but he flips out his wallet before she could even open it.

“My treat,” he says quietly, and while she looks like she wants to protest, she relents after a moment with a quieter “Thank you.”

She waits while he pays, and they climb up the exit stairs together. When they finally step outside, they linger at the entrance.

“So what now?” Eren asks her carefully.

She swallows. “Everyone probably hates me now, so… change my name and move to Florida, I guess.”

“Funny,” Eren comments. “I thought that was our contingency plan? Together?”

Mikasa is avoiding looking at him. For the first time since he found her sitting at that little table, he feels a thrill of fear and despair.

“You -you still want to be with me, right?”

She finally looks at him, eyes wide and sad. “Do you?”

A whole day of not touching her has taken a toll on him and he grabs her hand. “Of course I do.” He strokes her lace-covered knuckles with his thumb. “Why wouldn't I?”

“I -I thought you'd hate me…” Her voice is hushed and Eren is forcibly reminded of the first time they'd met -years and years ago in kindergarten, when he had first befriended a shy, sensitive little girl.

“Mikasa, nothing would make me hate you,” he tells her seriously, taking hold of her other hand. “Well, except one thing, but I've already told you what that is.”

She snorts, and Eren feels a sudden jolt of joy. “Beating you at Mario Kart,” she mutters.

“Beating me at Mario Kart,” he confirms, and pulls her into his arms, sighing with relief when she moves without protest and leans her head on his shoulder. “Actually, you know what, that's not true anymore,” Eren murmurs, stroking the soft chiffon back of her gown. “You can kick my ass at Mario Kart as many times as you want and I still won’t hate you.”

He can hear the smile in her voice. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s true love, baby,” Eren grins, laughing softly when her arms tighten around his waist.

A sudden buzzing from his pocket interrupts them, and they break apart as Eren fishes for his phone, his other hand still holding one of Mikasa’s. Armin is calling, and he turns the screen to her, frowning when her smile dims.

“What will you tell him?” She asks him, looking worried once more.

“Whatever you want.”

Mikasa bites her lower lip anxiously. “I-”

“Okay, look, Mikasa, we really don’t have to get married today, not if you don’t want to.” He lets go of her hand and strokes her white cheek instead. “We can just go and have a nice, fancy party with all our friends and family, hmm?”

“They came to see a wedding,” she says, still frowning.

“They came for a party, and we can give them a hell of a celebration, with or without a ceremony.” He smiles encouragingly at her. “What do you say?”

She still looks unconvinced, and he feels a split second of panic wondering what to do. But then- Eren has always been termed ‘oblivious’ at best and ‘fucking dumbass’ at worst by his friends -but now, for once, for once, a brilliant stroke of inspiration hits him.

“Besides,” he says casually, fishing in his pocket, “there’s something else we could celebrate today.” Mikasa only raises an inquisitive eyebrow, and Eren finally finds it. He offers his palm towards her, and sitting on it is a single, silver-wrapped, heart-shaped milk chocolate.

“Happy White Day,” he smiles.

Mikasa gasps audibly. “You -you remembered?” Her breath hitches and her voice goes higher. “You keep forgetting birthdays and you remembered White Day?”

Eren shrugs, still smiling.

“You-” She looks completely stunned out of words, and suddenly, she is back in his arms, her breath fanning his neck, her strong embrace forcing an “Oof!” out of him.

“Eren, god, I love you.”

He feels laughter bubbling up and feels her smile on his skin when his chest trembles with it. “Idiot,” she murmurs fondly, and he laughs out loud.

“So we’re doing this?”

Mikasa leans away, and looks up at his face. He feels another jolt of love and admiration: she is so goddamn gorgeous.

“Yeah,” she grins shyly. “Let’s go have the biggest White Day party anyone has ever seen.”

“Hell yeah.” Eren kisses her forehead and gives her his fist, which she bumps with a giggle. “Let’s do this!”

He explains everything to Armin quickly, who seems completely unfazed by the change of plans, and actually sounds excited. Eren hangs up, thinking privately that he couldn’t have asked for a better best man, when a cool spring breeze blows down the street and Mikasa shivers reflexively. Without even thinking about it, he shucks off his tuxedo jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. Then he realises she is staring at him, and he asks her, “What?”

“You look so lovely,” she says almost wistfully. “Are you sure you don’t want to…”

“Hey,” he interrupts her gently. “I told you, I can wait. Today is not the day I become Mr. Ackerman, and that’s okay.”

She lets out a low, amused huff. “How long will you wait, though…”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches into the inner jacket pocket next to her hip and pulls out a familiar old, ratty red scarf. Mikasa gasps softly, wide-eyed and speechless as he wraps it around her neck.

“Forever and ever,” Eren murmurs, leaning in until their foreheads are touching. “As long as you like.” And Mikasa presses her smile onto his.

(This is the closest to Mikasa I could make in this Wedding Dress Dollmaker at azaleadolls.com. The doll’s customisations are mine, but full credit for the lovely art and features goes to the amazing Azalea!)

A/N: Full disclosure, I had this written in full, with a vague idea of inspiration from Day 2′s prompt ‘Sneaking Out’, before I even knew what White Day was. So I had to edit and quickly add the bit about White Day to fit the theme. :) Hopefully it doesn’t seem too choppy!

My HC for this AU is that Eren and Mikasa sometimes pretend to be strangers to deal with issues, since they’re both very sensitive, impulsive people and it helps taking a step back and looking at things with a different perspective.

Hope you liked it, and thanks for reading! <3

[the-letter-horror-lover]

I did not reply anymore and slams my back on the bed. I wonder what are we going to do there and we need to stay for like a week.

I think I am overthinking again. I must enjoy the trip and return home with a peaceful mind and heart.

I hope that our goals for going there will be achieved.

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The Grumpy Jerk (KawaSara Fanfiction) by bunnyblahblah

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: K, English, Romance & Drama, [Sarada U., Kawaki] [Boruto U., Sumire K.], Words: 134k+, Favs: 11, Follows: 12, Published: Jun 22, 2021 Updated: Dec 6, 2021

7Chapter 39

Kawaki's POV

I am staring at the piece of paper which I have got from our adviser. It's the waiver for the camp. Our guardians must attach their signatures to the blank space as proof that they are allowing us to participate in the activity.

Kiwi meows and I look at where the sound is coming from. He is looking at me. Is he hungry? I thought so I put the paper on the table and kneel so I can be closer to him. To my surprise, he jumps on my lap and lays on my black cotton jeans. He is not hungry but is being clingy again.

I pick him using both my hands and stand up and return to sit on the chair. I put him back on my lap and he closes his eyes feeling the warmth from my lap like he is going to sleep. It's his habit to sleep on my lap. It makes me wonder why he likes sleeping on my lap, to be honest.

If dad comes home tonight, I'll go to this camp but if he will not then I'll stay at home for the rest of the break. I don't know what will happen later as per the graduation requirement, this camp is badly needed.

I cooked and honestly, it's not just for me today but for dad as well. He often comes home since that day we have reconciled but if he is busy at work, he doesn't show his face in the house.

I put Kiwi down to prepare his dinner and he constantly meows at me. I don't know what it means now. Is he hungry or just want to stay on my lap forever?

I put some meat on the plate and put milk in the bowl. He immediately digs in upon seeing what is served in front of him. He is a glutton but he never gets fat and I find it amusing. I don't want him to get fat either so his figure is just fine. I watch him as he licks to the milk then turns to eat the meat. I can help myself but smile at his demeanor.

"Meowww..." it startles me and I realize that he is already watching me. Maybe he wonders why I was silent for a while though I am always silent.

I pet his soft white fur and he rubs his head on my hand. It kind of tickles me and I can't help but laugh awkwardly. Yeah, I don't laugh at silly cats but Kiwi is an exception I think. I sound terrible, am I?

He returns to his food and I get back to my seat still watching him. I glimpse at the clock and it's already past 8:00 in the evening and dad is not home yet. I decided to eat dinner all by myself. Maybe he is busy at work and I am already hungry.

Sarada's POV

The cold weather makes us wear thick coats and winter boots. I am rubbing my hands with a pair of gloves put on. We are waiting for the others to arrive as we are about to leave for the camp. Chocho and I are sitting on the bench while the rest of the class including the 12-B to 12-D are chatting with their friends.

I can tell how excited everyone is for the camp even though we are not going to celebrate New Year's Day with our families.

"I can't wait to see Mount Fuji, Sarada!" Chocho giggles and raises her hands in the air. Even I am excited to see the superb figure of the mountain with snow covering its peak.

"Everyone, your attention please!" the Principal speaks before us. We all pay attention to her as if she is about to say something very important.

"Prepare yourselves as you are going to depart after ten minutes," she continues and we stand up from the bench and walk closer to the crowd.

"Prepare your waivers. You are going to hand that over to your advisers before getting on the bus," she instructs and I take my waiver out from my bag. It is fully signed by mom and there is no turning back.

A few seconds later, four buses arrive simultaneously and each of them is marked by our corresponding section names.

"12-A, please fall in line," our adviser waves in the air, and my classmates follow the instructions accordingly the same goes with other sections.

Yodo is in the first row and she hands over her waiver to our adviser and she yells 'one', and gets on the bus. Tsubaki follows her and she shouts 'two' after she turns over her waiver. So, we are doing the count-off.

"There is one left," our adviser mutters when we all get on the bus. She scans through the waivers to look for the remainder.

"Is Kawaki coming with us? Does anyone of you have an idea?" our adviser asks when she figures out who was the remainder and some shake their heads as they are oblivious about the jerk's whereabouts.

"I see. Let's wait for a while then," she replies and gets back to where the principal is.

"Do you think he will come?" Chocho asks out of the blue. I shrug and say, "He is a killjoy. I'm pretty sure he is not coming," he raises one brow and then looks away. Yells, shouts, and laughter coming from my classmates will probably make the bus explode.

"I think my eardrums are going to burst out at any time," she complains. She takes out a couple of earphones from her bag and puts them on her ears. It's better to listen to music than this ear-wrecking noise, to be honest.

"We are about to leave. Fasten your seatbelts and please minimize your voice," our adviser reminds us as she gets on the bus.

"But, what about Kawaki? Are not we going to wait for him?" Yodo asks and she looks worried about the jerk. This camp is surely a lot better without him because he is bad news.

"We can't wait for him any longer. He might not want to come with us," she explains.

"But, it's a requirement for our graduation. He will come for sure. Let's wait for another minute," she contends but our adviser shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, Yodo. We all agreed to depart at 7:30 a.m. It's Kawaki's fault if he won't make it-" she is interrupted when a voice speaks outside.

"This is my waiver," the jerk says and waves the piece of paper in the air. I can see how Yodo's face shines upon seeing the jerk.

"Glad you make it on time, Kawaki. We thought you are not coming with us," our adviser says and she accepts the paper. The jerk gets on the bus without saying anything.

"I'm sure he forges his dad's signature," I mutter. They are not on good terms, remember?

"Hey, you are accusing him without evidence," Chocho scolds me and I smirk.

"You know how he despises his dad, right? I doubt he is already a good son to him and treats him nicely," I whisper and Chocho shakes her head.

He sits just behind our seats near the window. I stop whispering or else he can hear me talking about him.

"All right! Are you ready? We are leaving for our Saiko Wildbird Forest Park Camp!" our adviser announces and we all rejoice. Yells and shouts prevail inside the bus. It's a four-hour trip according to maps on the internet. We will arrive by lunchtime.

I watch the thick snow piles on the side of the roads and it amuses me when snowmen hit my eyes. It's two days away from Christmas Day and the world is still coated with ice yet we are going to conduct a camp. Honestly, I have never done this in my life and it kind of excites me as well.

When I turn to face Chocho, she is eating potato chips already. I give her an awkward face as she has just eaten and now she's eating again? Seriously?

She offers me her food but I refuse to accept them I am still full from eating breakfast that mom prepared for me. Every time I keep watching on the road outside, it makes me want to sleep. I constantly gape and after a while, I fall asleep.

"Hey, wake up," I think I have heard a very familiar voice but my eyes are stubborn they want me to sleep more. I grumble at the voice that keeps waking me up. The hell was that?

"Hey, dork, wake up!" I think I furrow my brows in my subconscious mind when I hear that someone calls me a dork.

"You snore loudly and it's annoying. Wake up already!" I snore?! I freak out when I heard that. I don't snore while I'm sleeping.

When I realized that the jerk is talking to me, my eyes instantly opened like I was just woken up from a dreadful nightmare.

He is standing in front of me wearing his monkey face as usual. That uncool look on his face, you know? I look around and I notice that nobody else is inside the bus except us. I look outside the window and there is signage saying "Welcome to Saiko Wildbird Forest Park" so we're already here?

I turn to face him again and he remains standing there, he never moves a bit and keeps his stares at me. This is odd. Why would he look at me like that?

"Where is everyone?" I feel strange but I never show it. He smirks and speaks to me.

"They left already," he answers, and my eyes stretch like I have seen a ghost or something frightening.

"What?!" I squeak. I panic in my head.

"But why did not Chocho or someone else wake me up?" my thought is voiced out. He tilts his head and takes a step toward me.

"She struggled to wake you up. She and everyone else did not expect you to have a deep sleep," he explains and this odd feeling of mine is getting worse. But why let me sleep on the bus while they all left for the camp?

My body shivers not just because of the cold weather but also at the thought that how could my best friend leave me behind with this jerk? It's just that it feels weird.

I look at his annoying monkey face and point at him.

"B-But, why did not you leave with them?" I ask. He might plan something evil against me. I can't help myself from thinking things like this in times like this.

"I did not want to. Besides, I am sure that this camp is boring. What to expect from a group of dull people?" he jerkily says. How could he say it like it's nothing offensive?

"You're lying, aren't you?" I say. He twitches his brow like he is confused at what I say.

"What? I'm lying?" he chuckles. He paints a smirk on his lips again like he wants to pick a fight with me.

"Yeah, you are. I know you are planning something stupid," I tell him and he laughs.

"Stop accusing me. Like I always say, dorks are not my cup of tea. Your nasty snore is annoying. I can't have peace of mind because it's echoing inside this bus," he arrogantly says. I disgustingly pout at him and I can feel my whole face heats up. This jerk always gets on my nerves.

I clenched my fists. All the hate I have accumulated inside my chest is about to burst out from my fists. This jerk, since the day I met him he was always like this. He made mistakes but never apologized for them. He made fun of me, my feelings for Boruto, my letter, and said terrible things to me. I have piled them all and now it's overflowing. I think I will burst out at any time. I look sharply at him like I am going to fly into a rage and punch him on his face.

"Want to fight me? Bring it on," he challenges me and I can't hold my overwhelming hatred toward him and I stand from my seat and aim to punch him on his face but he dodges it with his hand and he accidentally loses his balance. He stumbles on me and I stumble back on my seat.

To my surprise, his lips touch mine... for the second time around. My eyes are wide open and his too. Both of us are surprised by what happened but nobody moves to detach our lips.

I think my body gets paralyzed and it doesn't want to move. Does his body feel the same way too? He is not moving at all.

Why does this feel so weird? I don't know what's going on in my chest. I just can't explain it...

To be continued...

40

[This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.]

He still doesn't move and our lips are still attached. I feel bad right now realizing I am currently in a very awkward position. I push him away and scream due to an extremely disgusting thing.

"Sarada?! Hey, wake up," I suddenly open my eyes and immediately get up from leaning against my seat. I see Chocho look so worried about me.

"Are you okay? I think you had a bad dream," she says while wrinkling her forehead. What? It was a dream?! Oh my...

I look around and I notice that everyone looks at me. They are all here not just me and the jerk and we have not arrived yet. So, I was just dreaming. My body heats up and I can say that my face turns red with embarrassment.

"What's wrong, Sarada?" our adviser asks she looks worried too.

"H-Huh?" I fluster. I don't have the energy to respond to her properly. My knees quiver and I tumble back on my seat.

"Your face is red," Chocho remarks and I cup my face. I can't believe I had a terrible dream.

"The worst nightmare I had..." I mutter and Chocho pats my back.

"Whatever it was, you're fine now," she comforts me, I still have my hands cup my face.

Why the hell did such a dream appear? I question myself yet I don't have an answer for it. It's so weird I thought it was real but it also feels strange. I feel strange inside my heart. I clench my chest because it beats wildly inside for no reason. Mixed emotions I guess.

"Here, drink this..." she offers me bottled water. I thank her after I receive it. I remove the cap and let the freshwater flow down to calm my heart. Thank goodness Chocho did not interrogate me about my dream or else it's embarrassing to tell her about it.

That dream still lingers inside my head as we are taking the road to the site. It's almost lunchtime and we are about to arrive at the place.

I sigh from time to time and I think Chocho notices it but never says a word to me. The bus suddenly stops and our adviser stands up from her seat. She faces us and says, "Welcome to the Saiko Wildbird Forest Park," my classmates rejoice and Chocho claps her hands together. She is happy to know we have arrived.

"Sarada, we are here!" she utters joyously. I smile at her and look outside the window then signage appears in front of my eyes. Exactly as what I saw in my dream. A slight sign of panic came to my mind that my nightmare will come true. I shake my head and try to forget about it.

"Alright, prepare your things. I will give you a signal if you can get down the bus. Wait for me to come back," she instructs and we all agreed. She steps down the bus and goes to talk with her co-advisers.

As we wait for her signal, we prepare our things and everyone can't help themselves to get excited.

She signals outside and the bus unloads passengers one by one. When all of us are finally outside, we can't stop ourselves from looking for the famous Mount Fuji. Our eyes wander around and we are all stunned at the beauty when we have found the mountain.

"Oh my... Mount Fuji is fantastic!" Tsubaki is amazed like everyone else. Some take photos of it and take self-shots and group photos. I take my phone out too to take a shot of the most beautiful scenery in front of me. I will send it to mom. Chocho makes a self-shot with the mountain as her background. I am not fond of making self-shots and posting them on the platform like the others.

"It's cold in here. Let's get inside the hotel," our adviser tells us and we follow her.

"Are we going to make a bonfire later?" Dae asks and our adviser chuckles.

"Yes. You are all going to enjoy this camp. We have prepared a lot of activities for you all," she looks excited about them.

"I can't wait to discover new things here," Denki adds as he walks to the inn.

Finally, I can feel warm. There is a chimney with a fire burning in it. It warms the place and our bodies.

"Group yourselves. Girls for girls and boys for boys. Four persons per room," our adviser says. Chocho and I are already in a group we need two more.

"Sarada, Chocho, take us in your group," Namida and Wasabi approach us and we happily welcome them into our group. We are complete now and ready to see what our room looks like.

"One representative from each group must get their keys from me and please assemble hereafter so we can have lunch before we start the orientation," she adds and we all nod in agreement. Wasabi takes our key and we proceed to Room 7. We have double-deck beds I notice when we get inside our room. A comfy bed and thick blankets.

Chocho decided to take the lower bed and I am on the upper bed. After we settle our things, we get downstairs as told to us earlier.

"This hotel is huge. It can accommodate a hundred pax," Iwabe comments and Denki looks at him to give us trivia or knowledge we do not know. We are in the dining area waiting for the food to be served.

"Based on my intel, this hotel was constructed to give shelter to those who were stranded due to storms or snowstorms especially those who were visiting the place for Mount Fuji," he starts.

"It was said that the owner of this hotel was just a normal civilian who used to live here. One day, an old man knocked at his door to seek help. The old man and his family had a camp a few meters away from his house. There was a snowstorm that night and their tents were blown away. They had no shelter to save them from freezing," he continues and we pay attention to his story.

"Then what happened?" Lee asks and he gestures to him to keep quiet.

"So, the owner of this hotel let them rest for the night. Then the old man suggested that he must build a hotel or an inn near his house. It's a good sort of business, especially the place is visited by people on any season as a tourist spot," he clears his throat before he proceeds.

"Without the owner's knowledge, the old man is a rich businessman and offers to make a partnership with him, and then this hotel was built. Later on, the owner gains sole ownership of this hotel as stated in the agreement with the old businessman before he died," the rich old man was kind-hearted. He must be very happy in heaven knowing that this business prospered.

"That was one hell of information, Denki," Inojin comments and everyone agrees. A few seconds later, the food is ready to serve. Plenty of delicious foods are served in front of us. I almost drool at the sukiyaki, tempura, sushi, and many more.

When I am about to drool at the food served, Chocho already picks tempura and puts it in her mouth. She giggles at how delicious it is.

"Chocho's appetite is incredible," Shikadai chuckles and the rest of the class laughs at her. She pouts and narrows her eyes at the black-haired idle guy.

"Seems like everyone is hungry, you can all eat now," our adviser says and before we dig in, we thank the food served in front of us.

"I'm so full!" Chocho belches as proof of her statement.

"Yeah, you look like it, " I agree while chuckling.

"Hey, don't you think Boruto and Sumire are going to be okay after this camp?" she asks out of nowhere. When we realize that two are avoiding each other.

"Huh?" I mutter in shock. And she narrows her eyes on me.

"Come on, I know you know about this already," yeah kind of but...

"I didn't know it's going to be big deal to everyone," I unconsciously utter.

"Whatever led to their break up, they must have closure before the camp ends. The purpose of this activity is to let go of the past. Forgive, forget and move on. No hard feelings before the graduation. We might not see each other again after our graduation so it's better to settle things before it's too late for us all," she says. She sounds like she had settled her feelings with Mitsuki already.

Yes, she admires him as much as I admire Boruto. He is someone Chocho strives to get. But due to some circumstances, she can't have him the way she wanted to just like me too. Best friend goals, right?

This person she admires look like prioritizing career over infatuation. Well, as she said, that is part of growth. You can't leave high school without crushing on a classmate or schoolmate.

"You sound like you have settled your feelings with him," I tease her and she chuckles.

"A long time ago? And we're fine being just friends now," she smiles at me.

"Really... I am jealous of you," I murmur and she nudges me on my side.

"You have to settle your feelings with Boruto too. Whether he will reject you or not, at least you will have no regrets in the end," she advises me.

"But, I don't think I will be able to do that. I can just forget about it and move on, right?" I tell her.

"Is it enough?" she asks and I wrinkle my forehead.

"What do you mean?" I am puzzled as to what she is trying to say.

"I am meaning to say if that will make you satisfied," she continues and I look down not so sure about it.

"I think so..." well, I have no choice.

"And you should reconcile with Kawaki too," she adds and my ears are tingling upon hearing his name.

"I think that's not going to happen," I freak out.

"And why not?" she looks suspiciously at me.

"If you want us to reconcile then he must apologize to me first for everything he had done to me," I rage. She shrugs and sighs.

"You are being aggressive again," she waves in the air. I pout and cross my arms.

"Everyone, please assemble here," our adviser calls out to us in front of the big Budhha statue.

She will make an announcement or we will have an orientation for sure.

"Tonight, we will be doing a bonfire challenge. Which you have to group yourselves into five members. You can choose your teammates after this orientation," she explains.

"And for tomorrow's activity, we will have an essay-making activity which will be led by Mitsuki. It's about your dream in the future. What you will become after your graduation and you will present it in the afternoon," she continues and we just keep listening to her.

"Making essays is a drag," Shikadai complains and we laugh at him.

"Everything is a drag for you, Shikadai. You must change that attitude of yours you're going to university the next school year," our adviser reminds him and he rubs the back of his head.

"On the day after tomorrow, you are going to make a letter for the people you care about. It may be a thank you letter, you want to apologize or you want to confess something or a letter for yourself. You can make as many as you want," a letter, huh? I think I need to write Boruto a new letter or maybe not? I don't know what to do.

"On the 30th, we will have a New Year Decoration Activity. You must prepare your creativity skills," she laughs and feels so excited about it.

"On the 31st, we prepared a surprise activity for you all and we will announce the details on the said day. Are you curious about it?" she teases us and we are like, "come on!"

"But today, we will let you rest or you can go outside and have fun just don't go far or near the forest or you may get lost," she reminds us and we nod.

"Wear your complete winter clothes. It's cold outside," she reminds us.

You know what? They look like birds that have been freed from the cages. Some run and shout like kids. It is nice seeing ice formed in different shapes. I can see how Yodo poses while Tsubaki takes shots of her.

"Look at that, Sarada! It looks like an elephant," Chocho remarks when the ice formed like an elephant.

"Yeah, let's take a photo together," I tell her, and we both pose making the elephant-shaped figure as our background. I send our photo to mom. I know she is at work at this hour so she won't get back to me as soon as possible.

We enjoy the view and when I turn to look at my back, I notice that the jerk sits on the bench all alone not socializing with others as usual.

I look away and my stupid dream crosses my mind again. Damn it! I mutter in my head. I cup my face and slap both my cheeks in a frail manner.

"Hey, listen to me. Kawaki is looking at you," she presses me on my side as if she is teasing me or something.

"Shut up! He is not!" I scold her trying to ignore what she has said.

"Maybe he is thinking how to be friends with you this time," she keeps poking me on my side and it tickles me so I can't help but laugh awkwardly at her.

"Stop it, Chocho," I beg her then we see Sumire walking in our direction. Chocho stops poking me and stands firm.

"Sumire, do you want to join our group for the bonfire activity tonight?" Chocho invites her but she did not respond and walked past us.

"What's wrong with her?" Chocho asks furrowing her brows.

"I don't know," I shrug. It makes me wonder why she acted that way toward us too. We look cluelessly at each other.

Does she have a problem with me or Chocho? Sumire sure is strange. But if it's about me or Chocho, what did we do wrong?

To be continued...

41

[This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.]

A pile of woods is stock in front of us. My group together with Dae this time is standing in a circle waiting for our adviser to give us a signal to start the bonfire challenge.

The challenge is about whichever group makes fire first will be the winner and will be awarded before the camp ends. No lighters or matches were provided. You need to make a way to make the woods blaze using other means and that is up to you.

"Are you ready?" she starts and we respond with a big yes. I look at my watch and it's exactly 5:35 p.m. and it's getting dark too.

"When you hear the whistle you can start with the challenge," she instructs and everyone gets ready.

"I'm excited to light these woods and feel warm," Namida expresses her excitement. It's getting cold already so we need to make a fire. We have prepared mallows on sticks. We will make toasted mallows later.

"Ready, set..." and she whistles. We start forming the woods in triangular form leaving a small space below to give way for the fire.

"What should we do now?" Dae asks when we finished forming the woods.

"You guys look for stones. Medium size will do," I tell them and they collect stones.

"Here," Chocho drops the stones on the white ground and I pick two from them and start rubbing them against each other. Good thing I told them to get some tinder near the forest.

"Friction creates heat. You rub stones together and put a piece of tinder on top of it until smoke appears," I tell them and they follow my instructions.

"Rub! Rub! Rub!" Chocho utters and a moment later, smoke appears. Her force is incredible.

"Good job Chocho!" my teammates rejoice when smoke slightly appears. The tinder lights up and fire appears.

"Move it to the woods and put more tinder so the fire will expand," I command and they hurry to put the remaining tinder to the woods.

"I think we are the first," Wasabi exclaims in joy.

"All right, the woods are burning!" I yell and we hug each other in pleasure. We are the first! Thanks to the tinder we got from earlier.

"All right, we have a winner!" our adviser announces and we give each other a high-five. The others light up their woods and are still happy despite not winning the challenge.

"This is what you get when you have a genius in the group," Dae compliments me I guess and I slightly blush.

"No way, we worked together you know?" I say and they smile at me.

"Let's toast these marshmallows already," Chocho says and we sit down facing the fire and we start toasting the marshmallows. I try to cool it first by blowing off air from my mouth before taking one inside my mouth.

"How sweet!" I yelp after I tasted the caramel flavor-like of the toasted marshmallow.

"It's truly yummy," Wasabi agrees with me and we enjoy the taste of burnt marshmallows. I look around and most of the students toasted marshmallows too and some just keep themselves warm.

I love how the heat gets into my flesh in a place covered with ice. It feels like home with a burning chimney.

Namida takes out her mobile phone and she aims to get us a group photo.

"Say cheese..." she says and we repeat what she said then it clicks. She stares at it for a second and then shows it to us. It is cute.

"Let's take more photos together as we will never make one after our graduation," Namida murmurs while almost crying.

"Don't cry, Namida. We must enjoy this camp and make memories that we will look back after how many years," Wasabi tries to light up her mood and she nods at her.

"Wasabi got a point. We are here to make our bond even stronger. Even though we may not see each other again after our graduation, we still have memories to recall that will make us smile and laugh like an idiot," Chocho adds and we laugh.

"I think there is no need to be sad right now. You guys are wonderful. Let's be friends forever," she sobs and it startles us.

"Hey, Namida! We told you not to cry," Dae squeals and Namida starts to sob more.

"No way..." I mutter. Wasabi and Chocho rub her back and she stops crying. She wipes her face and puts her hands together.

"I'm sorry. I can't help but be sad knowing our time being together is coming to an end real soon," she says and her lips curve downward. It's quite far from now, to be honest, but time sure flies quickly.

"Let's not be sad but happy. Let's toast more marshmallows," Wasabi suggests and we put them on fire.

"Alright, our time is over. All of you get inside the hotel and we will have our dinner together," the adviser from 12-C calls out to us, and we stand up from sitting on the thick cloth and proceed to the hotel.

After dinner, we head straight to our room to rest and prepare for the upcoming activities starting tomorrow.

"All right, are you guys ready for today's activity?" Chocho shouts while she raises her hand in the air.

"Yeah!" Wasabi and Namida answer in chorus. I just gently scratch my face with my index finger looking awkwardly at Chocho's actions.

"It's essay writing, you know?" I say and she suddenly feels weak and drops her shoulders.

"Yeah, Shikadai is right though. It's a drag," she says in an apathetic way. We laugh at her reaction.

"Let's do our best, Chocho," Namida tells her and her energy is somehow restored. She nods and smiles at us. We leave the room still wearing thick clothes.

We just had breakfast and proceed to the convention room of the hotel. Yes, it has a convention room. Sounds great, right?

Constant clapping of hands interferes with us from talking with our friends. It's the class adviser of 12-D. She gestures to assemble in front of her and her co-advisers move closer to her side.

"Did you bring your notebook and pen?" she asks while smiling and we raise our notes in the air.

"Great," she mutters cheerfully.

"I don't know what to write, to be honest," Chocho whispers in my ear. And I move my head to face her.

"Hey, Mitsuki is the one who will lead this activity. Don't humiliate yourself in front of him," I tell her in a low voice so our teachers won't hear us.

"I know that. Will I include him as someone I dreamed of too?" she whispers, oh my...

"Don't tell me you are going to write in your essay that you want to be his bride in the future? Seriously?" I whisper back.

"Is not it okay to include that part? You don't want to be Boruto's bride, eh? We are talking about our dream and what will we become after our graduation. Not that I want to marry him right away, I mean it's my dream too," she explains still whispering.

She is not serious about it, right? It's embarrassing to include that silly thing and tell the whole class about marrying Boruto. It's ludicrous.

"Of course, I won't include it, don't be ridiculous. I want to become an actress before anything else," I tell her and she creases her lips.

I think I raise my voice a bit and our adviser hisses after she heard a loud noise. I cup my mouth and we stop talking.

"Mitsuki please come over here," the 12-D's class adviser calls out to him and Mitsuki walks in their direction. I secretly glanced at Chocho and I witness how her eyes follow Mitsuki's movements. I nudge her on her side and she smirks at me and I can't help but laugh faintly at her reaction. I bet she knows I am teasing her.

"Mitsuki, please explain to them what to do. You have finished your essay, right?" our adviser asks him and he answers with a nod.

"Alright then, the stage is yours," the class B's adviser tells him and he steps forward.

"Good morning everyone. I am tasked to explain to you the mechanics of today's activity which is essay writing and entitled "Who are you ten years from now," he starts and the crowd starts to buzz like bees.

"The outline of this activity is your essay must have an introduction, body, and conclusion. The deadline is today at exactly 11 a.m. You still have three hours to finish the task," he says and we prepare our notebooks. I think three hours is too much for an essay.

"Why not share your work with the class, Mitsuki?" our adviser suggests, and Mitsuki smiles at her.

"It's my pleasure to do such," he replies and takes out his notebook and opens it.

"Do you think he wants to marry me too?" Chocho utters out of nowhere.

"Are you serious?!" I almost yell at her.

"Just thinking maybe he will," she shrugs and smiles faintly. I know she is waiting for him, for her feelings to be reciprocated. Now I start to think about mine too. My feelings for Boruto knowing that there is someone who just broke Sumire's heart. I'm afraid I will end up the way she was.

I shake my head while clutching my chest. I don't know what exactly are my feelings for him anymore.

"Projecting who will you become in the future is not that hard to make. If we can still recall, our parents used to ask us who will we become when we were still little. Well, my parent did it in the past as I can recount and answer them, 'I will become a doctor like mom' andshe would laugh at it," Mitsuki starts to read his essay in front of us.

The crowd silences as we are occupied by Mitsuki's pretty writing. He is very talented.

"As the days passed by, we discover something about ourselves and we start to rethink our forenamed dream and gauge the situation. Our hobbies changed, our tastes and preferences changed, and our level of knowledge and expertise expanded that we realized we don't want to be someone we dreamed of when we were still young. I excel at something not in the field of medicine in line with my mom's profession but I have a passion for writing and I have the guts to say I want to be a poet or a novelist,"

I don't know but Mitsuki brings fire in my chest that urges me to do this. I want to express my thoughts and feelings too. I have decided long ago that I want to be someone like Mr. Martin who inspires and serves as a voice to be good and do good with others especially with children.

I want to use that influence to teach the youth the lessons they struggle to learn because of the changing world.

"Ten years from now, I see myself as someone who writes to tell stories and send messages with moral lessons to be learned by everyone," Mitsuki ends his essay with a blast. It was great. Everyone puts their hands together for him. He bows and smiles at us upon lifting his head. Chocho is almost crying. She was never mentioned in his essay. But I think it's not the reason behind it. Mitsuki's words were an inspiration to all. We need to strive hard to get to the peak of success.

11 a.m., Convention Room

The bell rings and everyone is startled when we hear it.

"Your time is up. I bet you are finished with your activity," our adviser reminds and an inaudible sound appears.

"I think it's okay," I hear Tsubaki say to Yodo and Yodo flips her long hair and tells Tsubaki that she did pretty well with her essay.

"Clean your area because we will resume with the presentation after lunch," she adds and we all respond "Yes" to her.

"Are you ready, Sarada?" my best friend asks me as she is feeling nervous at the moment.

"Yeah, but are you okay?" I am more worried about her.

"Yeah, kind of," she responds but I can feel the tension in her voice.

"Just relax. As long as you did not write about marrying Mitsuki in your essay, you'll be fine," I rub her back and she is quite pissed off of my statement.

"Sarada?!" she cries. I pat her shoulders trying to calm her down.

"I'm just joking, you know? You feel so tensed," I smile at her. Well, to be honest, I never heard Chocho tell me about her dream. It was always me who keeps blabbering about becoming an actress.

I am about to ask her when she is called out by Class B's adviser to present her work. She is slightly nervous and I cheer her up. Chocho is a confident girl. Her fighting spirit is admirable.

She clears her throat before speaking. It is a long introduction about food as eating is her hobby. In the middle, she mentions that she wants to be a cook or the greatest chef so she won't be struggling to cook for herself. And everyone laughs at it as it was just for fun. Being a chef is not easy and it's quite costly too but it is a great profession. I would be very happy if Chocho becomes one.

Next is Namida and she wants to be a singer. She has a great voice, by the way. Denki wants to be a scientist. Wasabi and Lee want to be in the field of athletics and become Olympic medalists. Tsubaki wants to be a businesswoman. Yodo wants to be an international model. Inojin wants to be a professional painter. My classmates are incredible.

Boruto wants to be a police officer. He always wanted to be one ever since. I doubt if he still wants to be a police officer until now.

It's his turn and girls start to giggle at his presence. He remains as Mr. Popular of the campus. A dreamy one.

"Ten years from now, I see myself as a Police Officer serving the nation and my fellow men. I always wanted to protect those who are dear to me and those who are in need," girls shrieked after he mentioned his dream. It makes me happy that his dream has never changed.

"I hope it's me he is going to protect and that sounds very romantic," one of the girls from Class C says. Tsubaki let out a smirk on her face that shows annoyance and I glimpse at Sumire who is just silent and not looking at Boruto at all.

Sumire is called out next and the girls start to buzz again. They whisper to their friends. I think it's about the breakup rumor spreading on the campus.

I can see how she ignores the crowd and starts to read her essay.

"Ten years from now, I see myself doing the things I truly love and not what others want me to be just to fit in their expectation. Recently, I just realized that forcing yourself on things not meant for you is like killing yourself slowly," I don't know but her words are like a knife, they cut you into pieces.

I know she has been through a lot lately and it's hard to bear the pain in her chest all alone. She is conveying something in her statements and the atmosphere is feeling it.

"A realization came to my mind. I want to be someone who teaches, inspires, and captures everyone's heart. I see myself as a proud teacher ten years from now," she reveals about her dream. I don't know what happened but everyone claps their hands together. Boruto is shocked based on his reaction. His face becomes gloomy and he suddenly looks down.

Sumire smiles after reading her essay. The first time since we got here but, I can't forget how she ignored us yesterday. I know there's something wrong.

"Sarada, it's your turn," our adviser calls out to me and I stand up from my seat and walk in front of everyone holding a notebook in my hands.

I clear my throat before speaking. I don't feel nervous at all. I am used to speaking in front of everyone.

First, I read my introduction, and when I am in the body part of my essay, I declare what my dream is all about and it's becoming an actor like Mr. Martin. I didn't hear someone chuckle from the crowd. What I am trying to say is, I am expecting the jerk to laugh at me because he did that to me before.

Silence prevails as I pause to calculate their mood. They look so attentive to me even our teachers are paying attention too. They are astounded when I spoke of Mr. Martin's name.

I continue reading until the end and I never heard the jerk or anyone reacts to my essay but they applaud instead. I sigh in relief realizing that I have delivered my piece properly.

"Last but not least, Kawaki," our adviser speaks and everyone looks at the jerk. He doesn't have any reaction on his face, the annoying monkey face.

"I did not make anything," he says and everyone is literally like, "huh?"

"What do you mean?" our adviser asks in confusion.

"Nothing came to my mind, so I did not write anything," he responds and looks away. Is he for real? I thought to myself.

"But, it's part of the activity," our adviser insists but the jerk is persistent.

"So, you are going to force your student to do something he could not? If you insist, I will make one later," he says in a calm voice. He stands up from his seat and walks off. How rude.

"Kawaki, wait," she tries to stop him but he is stubborn as usual. He completely leaves the convention room without looking back. She could not do anything to him and the activity proceeds.

If he remains as stupid as he is until the end of this camp, he is hopeless.

December 29th, Convention Room

"Today we are going to write a letter," Chocho mutters as she is planning to send Mitsuki one.

"What letter will you give him, by the way?" I ask her as she is sure about it already.

"About what I honestly feel about him. I only told him on text messages but as you can see, the significance of a letter is vital in this activity and I guess Mitsuki would like it too," she smiles at me. I am also considering making a new one for Boruto. I will just put how I admire him for so long now.

"Will you give Boruto a new one?" she asks and I startle. She furrows her brows and presses me on my side.

"I want to tell him what I feel for him but..." I pause and I am not sure about it either.

"Do your feelings for him change now?" she asks and I am slightly surprised. I didn't see it coming. Do they change?

"I'm not sure about it. It's just that I also consider what Sumire would feel. She hasn't moved on from him yet the same goes with Boruto. I think I will make one for him but I'm not going to send it to him right now," I think it's safe to say it that way. Chocho stares at me for seconds and then looks away. She chuckles and speaks again.

"You are not the fangirl Sarada I know anymore," it sounds vague. Did I ever change though?

"What do you mean?" I ask with wrinkling brows.

"A lot of things happened in the past months and you sure did change a bit," she remarks. I don't know what does she mean by that.

"Stop telling me odd things, will you?" I say to her and she laughs awkwardly at me.

"You'll figure it out soon," she winks and stands up, and drags me to the convention room for our next activity.

I got a clean white paper, a pen, and an envelope. I take a deep breath before writing down the words I want to tell him. Yes, I have decided to write Boruto a letter. This time I will straightforwardly confess my feelings to him. It's more transparent than the previous one. And I will make sure I won't sound like he is compelled to recompense my feelings to him. Whatever he will reply to me then I will accept it wholeheartedly.

I won't hesitate anymore. I must be brave and conquer this fear that is burdening me this whole time. There is no such thing as too late as long as the hurdles to all the things that make us hold back disappear.

7Chapter 42

[This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.]

"Hey, did you get all the things needed?" Chocho reminds Dae and Wasabi. They both raise the paper bag full of decors.

We are preparing for New Year's Decoration Activity for today. We can't lose this contest either but I guess we don't have that impressive creativity. I don't underestimate my teammates or anything but I can feel it. Neither I nor Chocho is best at such a thing. I sigh at the thought and watch as they run back and forth.

I look around and everyone seems so busy with the activity too. I can tell how they work hard for it.

"Hey, what makes you so tepid today?" Chocho pouts after she stopped in front of me. I shake my head so she can ignore me.

"Don't give me that as an answer. What's bothering you?" she is persistent as usual.

"I am thinking if we are going to win this contest too," I say in a weak voice. Her eyes narrow at me like she is mad or being suspicious I can't tell, to be honest.

"Aren't you confident with our creative minds?" she crosses her arms and pouts in front of me.

"I am not confident with my creativity so..." I say with honesty.

"Heh, you can't be so honest, you know?" she sighs and drops her shoulders.

"But, let's do our best!" I say feeling so determined. She smiles at me and raises her hand in the air.

"Why so energetic all of sudden?" Wasabi furrows her brows and we just smile at her.

"Seems like everyone is ready," a voice of a man echoes in the convention room. The adviser from Class B.

We gather in front of him while carrying out our decorations.

"You guys have wonderful tastes. I am looking forward to seeing your decorations. You can start now until this afternoon. Good luck and may the best decorations win," he smiles and wave his hand in front of us.

"Please be careful when you are using sharp tools, okay?" the adviser from Class C reminds us, and we respond properly to her. They leave us working with our activity and indistinct noise starts to echo in the area.

"This is just a piece of cake," I hear Yodo boastfully says. Well, she is fashionable and it's normal for her to be creative especially with what she wears.

"I think there is already a winner," Namida whispers and Chocho stops her from thinking negatively.

"You are wrong, Namida. We can beat her, right?" Chocho thinks optimistically this time. Dae agrees and Wasabi gestures like she is challenging Yodo.

"We will beat them, all of them," Wasabi declares and the rest of my team rejoices. This is fun to watch. I can see everyone else glimpse at them. They don't look embarrassed at all.

"You don't have to push yourselves too hard. Winning or losing doesn't matter. What matters is we enjoy the company of each other, we have learned a lot of new things and we have our bond becomes stronger," I tell them and Namida begins to sob.

"Not again Namida. You're too emotional, aren't you?" Dae comments and she stop her tears from dripping off her eyes.

"I can't help myself from thinking that we only have a few months staying together," she reasons out.

"Let's stop this drama already and start to work with our decoration. Our time is running," I remind them and they start moving. I look around and witness how busy and serious everyone is with this activity.

I glance at Yodo's group work and I still can't figure out what they are trying to make but I don't care I have to focus on ours.

"We will make a Kadomatsu," I say. They hung up their mouths at me. Did I say something wrong?

"Are we able to do that?" Chocho asks not so sure about it.

"Can't we though? We will make a pair of them. We have bamboo sprigs, right?" I wink at them.

"Have you made one before, Sarada?" Namida asks. Is she expecting yes as an answer?

"If we will make one today then it's my first time," I say. Honestly, I never made anything like that my entire life. Mom used to buy them at the stores on New Year's Eve.

"This is not so like you, to begin with," Chocho shrugs, and I just give them an unsure smile.

"Well, we will not know what happens later so we must start making Kadomatsu now," Dae says and takes out the stuff from the paper bag. Then Wasabi takes out the bamboo sprigs too. Namida prepares the twigs of pines while I am taking plums out of its cover.

Everyone is doing their best I must do what I can too. We start by preparing the bamboo sprigs then put the twigs around them.

"Please give me those plums," I say to Namida and she immediately takes them and hands them over to me.

"For the final touch," Chocho utters, and everyone chuckles. We haven't noticed the time. It's already 3:00 p.m.

"It took us forever to finish the pair," Dae says and I nod.

"I didn't expect this to turn out wonderful," I say while blushing I guess.

"This is not bad for a first-timer," Wasabi chuckles and we laugh together.

"Thank goodness, we can rest now," Namida breaths in relief.

"Hey!" Dae squeals when he sees Yodo's decoration.

"No way..." we utter all at once.

"Is that a lantern with bells?" Chocho mutters while narrowing her eyes.

"Hey! Hey! It has lights too," Dae panics. His eyes are wide open.

"Calm down, Dae. What to expect from a wealthy and fashionable Yodo?" Wasabi scolds him while tapping his shoulder.

"So, we are..." Dae says almost sobbing.

"What's with that look?" Wasabi asks and scowls at him.

"It's okay. We did our best and I think that's more important," Namida says and wipes the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Someone has been enlightened," Chocho waves in front of her face.

"All right, leave all your works on the table right there and we will judge it later," our adviser instructs and points at the corner near the window.

"You can have a break now," she adds and slowly the area was left empty.

"This tea is good," Inojin comments and Shikadai agrees by nodding his head at him.

"Don't you think it tastes good, Mitsuki?" Boruto asks Mitsuki who is sitting next to him. The latter nods and smiles at him.

We are gathered together at a long table while having the best tea in the world.

I shove my hand into my pocket to grab my phone but realize it's not there. I think I left it in our room. I stand up from my seat to check on it.

"Where are you going, Sarada?" Chocho asks me and I pause.

"I think I left my phone in the room. I will go get it. Maybe mom sent me a message," I say and she nods. I proceed in the direction of the stairs and I hear a sound more like people talking to each other.

The conversation has become clearer as I walk closer to the stairs.

"Is something bothering you, Kawaki? You have not participated in any activities since we got here," our adviser and the jerk are having a conversation.

Well, Chocho and I noticed him sitting apathetically in the corner like he has a world of his own.

"They don't interest me at all," he responds to her. Couldn't he be so honest and talk to her nicely?

"I am expecting that this camp will help you get along with others. I was happy when you showed up outside the bus a few days ago," she sounds helpless when she utters those words.

"This camp has nothing to do with me. I only come because this is a requirement for graduation," he answers like this whole thing is just so boring. Could not he see from the corner how happy everyone was doing the activities and just say what he wanted to?

"Kawaki, you don't have to distance yourself from others. You can build an amazing bond with them and cherish it even you're away from each other," she tries to make him understand. I can feel the sincerity in her voice. She truly cares for him. Please don't be a jerk and do what she tells you to do! I am scolding him in my head and I think it sounds horrible.

"I don't want them. That bond, I don't want it," he refuses and I hear footsteps fading away.

"Kawaki, wait..." he doesn't listen to anyone that's how a jerk he is.

December 31st

"I guess everyone is here," our adviser says with open arms. We assemble outside the hotel. It's still a cold morning and the snow stops falling from the sky.

"Why are we here?" a girl from class D asks in confusion.

"Did you forget that we have a surprise activity today?" she says and I remember about it now. She said it during the orientation.

"I see," everyone murmurs as they have remembered about it.

"Are you excited?" she sounds more excited than us.

"Yeah," most of the students yell. Chocho presses me on my side and whispers in my ear.

"Do you have a clue to what are we going to do today?" she asks and I shake my head. I don't know about it myself.

"We have here plastic bags for you," they provided everyone with plastic bags. I have my forehead wrinkle. I am confused now.

"What to do with this bag?" Denki asks and our adviser chuckles.

"Did you see that forest?" she points in a near forest.

"Yes," we respond in chorus.

"You are going to collect dekopon, sudachi, and Fuji apples from that forest," she reveals and we all furrow our brows in confusion.

"Are those available in that forest?" Iwabe asks and she smiles as a confirmation.

"You need to at least get five pieces of each to finish the task. Once you all get the required number of pieces of each fruit, you can head back here. The time duration is until 5:00 p.m., this afternoon. Those who return later than the specified deadline and those who return before the deadline without dekopons, sudachi, and Fuji apples are automatically disqualified. Do you have questions?" she explains and tries to accommodate queries. When everything is settled, we head straight in the direction of the forest.

"What if there are wild animals there?" Namida says in a trembling voice.

"We would not know if we won't get there," Wasabi casually says.

"Are not you scared, Wasabi?" Namida asks her and Wasabi doesn't look like it.

"I am not," she says then rubs her nose.

"You're amazing, Wasabi," I can see how Namida's eyes glitter while looking up to Wasabi.

"Make sure you won't pee on your pants when you see a wild animal in the forest," Iwabe scoffs and Wasabi gets mad.

"What did you say, bum?" Wasabi retaliates.

"Who are you calling a bum, huh?" Iwabe gets back at her while gritting his teeth.

"Hey, stop it. This is not the right time to fight each other," Denki meddle in their way. They both look away when they are scolded by him.

"These two sure get along," Shikadai comments.

"What a nuisance," Yodo complains and Tsubaki shrugs.

"What's the matter here?" Boruto together with Mitsuki checks the situation.

"It's nothing just a little misunderstanding," Denki refuses to tell them about it.

"Let's get going," Mitsuki suggests and we all proceed to the forest. I look on my left and see Sumire all alone and when I look on my right I see the jerk all alone too. Oh wait, he came? This is strange.

"This forest sure is huge," I utter in amazement when we finally get inside. The ground is coated with snow even the tree branches are. We walk a little closer in the depths of the forest.

"Where do we search for them from here?" Lee asks cluelessly. Probably most of us are unfamiliar with this place. This is our first time getting into a place like this anyway.

"Why don't we divide the class into groups so it's easy for us to search?" Boruto suggested. Without any objections, we group ourselves again. The other class does the same thing too. It's convenient that way, to be honest.

As usual, it's us, our group and we take the northern part of the forest.

We walk in the depths of the forest yet we don't find anything. We haven't encountered any wild animals just yet and I hope there is none out there.

"Is teacher serious about searching for fruits here?" Chocho starts to complain when we wasted hours of searching yet nothing is to be found.

"I guess. She would not ask us to look for them if there is nothing in here," Namida answers. She has a point there but I have a doubt. What if there is none?

I take out my phone and try to locate where in the world we are right now but my phone says 'NO SERVICE' we can't search on the internet at the moment.

"No chance of knowing if such fruits exist in here," I say while waving my phone in the air. They take their phones out and check and confirm that there is no network service in a place like this.

"Why do we have to look for them?" Dae complains. I don't have any idea about it either. I think we will just head back and get disqualified. How hopeless.

"Let's not give up. Let's look for them there," Wasabi points in the southeast direction.

"I think we get lost already," Namida says almost crying.

"No, we're not. Don't worry. I have a compass here," after our breakfast, I was called by our adviser and she gave me this compass. I didn't have any idea what it is for at the start now I understood what is its purpose. As long as we have it, we won't get lost.

"Thank goodness," she says in relief.

"Let's continue to search," I tell them and we walk together once again.

After a few hours, we still haven't got anything. I started to think that there are no such fruits in this forest. My friends are already exhausted. We are thirsty, hungry, and tired from searching for mysterious fruits.

"Here. I have water and food," Dae offers us. He has biscuits and sandwiches inside his bag.

"What a relief," Chocho mutters and picks a sandwich and brings it in her mouth right away. I got water with me too. I guess everyone got their water bottles.

We rest a little and we start packing our things again. I glance at my watch and it says 2:06 p.m. I didn't realize that we are roaming around the forest for like five hours now.

"Let's head back," I declare and they all look at me with shocked faces.

"Are you sure, Sarada? We haven't got anything yet," Chocho gauges my thought.

"Chocho is right. We can't head back without bringing even a single fruit in our bags," Namida adds and the rest of them agrees.

"I am pretty sure, there are no such fruits in this forest. We have roamed around for like five hours. If they exist here, we could have got them earlier," I tell them. We should have figured it out sooner. I think we got deeper in the forest now.

I take out the compass and we are in the southern part of the forest. Namida raises her hand and speaks.

"Um. Are you saying that we are being tricked by our advisers?" she asks.

"Kind of. Now that we figured it out already, let's head back," I tell them and they drop their shoulders.

"This is unbelievable. We walked for how many hours just for nothing?" Wasabi could not believe it herself then Chocho speaks.

"It's okay Wasabi. If we don't have Sarada here, we possibly still looking for those stupid fruits," does she compliment me?

"You got that right," Wasabi agrees with her. I think my face turns red. I shake my head and try to forget what they said.

"Let's head north," I say instead. I walk ahead of them and they follow.

Thirty minutes later...

"Hey, Sarada. Did we get to the deepest part of the forest? We have walked like eternity already but I still could not see the open fields," Dae says and the others get confused too.

"Well, let's keep our pace and head north. The compass says it," I tell them. I think this compass would not mislead us.

We walk another thirty minutes and still, we haven't gotten back.

"This is weird," I mutter.

"What do you mean?" Chocho asks in confusion.

"This compass is weird. It says we head west now," I tell them and Namida starts to panic.

"Let me see," Wasabi grabs the compass from me and watches at it.

"Don't tell me we get lost?" Wasabi startles.

"I don't know. I was just following the compass," I tell her.

"No way..." she mumbles while her knees tremble.

"I don't want to get trapped in this forest forever!" she screams and it echoes in the forest.

"Hey, guys calm down," Chocho tries to calm them down but they are vulnerable.

"Hey!" we heard a voice and they panic.

"Hey, you guys," it's Denki, Iwabe, and Lee.

"You scared us!" Wasabi, Namida, Chocho, and Dae say all at once.

"I'm sorry," Denki apologizes.

"I think you're in trouble too," Iwabe mutters and everyone keeps silent.

"Sarada, do you find this compass weird too?" Denki asks me.

"Yeah. I think there's something wrong with it," I respond.

"I thought it's just us. Are you thinking the same way as I do?" he says. I guess I am getting what's on his mind.

"This is a test," I say. He smiles at me.

"Our adviser is the mastermind," he laughs. I could not agree more. She loves getting us in a situation like this as if it is a mathematical problem.

"I hate her so much. I lost a lot of calories today!" Chocho yells in disgust.

"Calm down, Chocho. We will get out of this situation soon," there is always a solution to a problem.

"Hey, Kawaki!" Denki utters. What? The jerk? I thought upon seeing him.

"Are you alone?" Lee asks him and he just smirks.

"He always is. He never gets along with others except for Sarada," Wasabi remarks, and I think my face turns red. My ears tingle and my blood start to boil.

"We don't get along either," I tell her.

"Oh?" she mutters in confusion. I look away and try to ignore what she said.

"Why don't we find our way back now?" Denki reminds us again about our situation.

"Yeah, that's right," I tell him.

"You come with us too, Kawaki," he tells him but he didn't respond. When does he think to stop acting like an idiot?

"The compass says we head west. Do you think it is right, Sarada?" Denki asks me. I don't know if we can take that direction or it may be a trap again.

What should we do?

"Well, it's a hard decision. If we consider the time now, we only have an hour before the time comes. We can't waste another thirty minutes," I tell them.

"You are right. The only thing we can do now is to calculate what would be our adviser's answer to this," Denki says. Well, how do we do that?

"It's really hard to catch what geniuses are talking about," Iwabe comments and Lee agrees with him.

"If it is our adviser who's behind this then..." I say while they wait for me to continue.

"Let's head east," we are all surprised when the jerk speaks. We all gaze at him.

"Oh, he did speak," Iwabe says. I don't think he is mocking him knowing that they are not on good terms.

"She likes doing the opposites. So you have noticed it too?" Denki is amused by him. Really, huh?

I didn't know he has the same thought as mine or noticed our adviser's weird way of thinking.

"Let's get to the east," Denki points at the east. So we start to take that direction.

"How long are we going to walk? I am so tired!" Chocho complains. She truly looks exhausted.

"Cheer up, Chocho," Namida tells her.

"I won't forgive her for this," she portends.

"Stop it already," Iwabe scolds her too.

"Did you know what place is this?" Denki asks. I have a feeling that he will give us trivia about this forest.

"No," we answer in chorus.

"This forest is called the Aokigahara forest. This is famous for its title as the Suicide Forest," he informs.

"S-Suicide, you say?" Lee shivers upon hearing Denki.

"Yes. A lot of individuals committed suicide in this forest," he confirms and they start to tremble even I feel cold all of a sudden.

"Denki, stop making up stories, will you?" Namida begs she is ready to cry at any time.

"It's a very popular rumor I am surprised you guys haven't heard about it," he says casually. Isn't he scared though?

I glance at my watch and it's already a quarter before 5 o'clock and it's getting dark too. The weather is not fine at all and it is going to snow in no time.

"I think we need to hurry. It's almost time," I say but Denki is unstoppable now.

"Hey wait! I have a story to tell you about a high school student coming from our school who committed suicide here," he keeps blabbering about this suicide thing.

"Denki stop it already!" Namida shouts. I think my eardrums are destroyed. Birds from the trees go wild and fly in different directions. It creates a scary sound and the bushes omit a clashing sound like something is going to come out.

My body shakes in fear thinking a ghost may come out in front of me. I hate to admit it but I am scared of ghosts or even ghost stories. We start to panic and we can't hold our fear any longer.

The tension is arousing and we got our bodies shiver.

"The girl might come out now," Denki says and we all scream and shout. Everyone runs in different directions.

I grab Chocho's hand and we run away together. I don't know where my feet are taking us. I just grab her and run as fast as I could. I am afraid the ghost will come out and scare the hell out of me.

"Chocho, are you okay?" I yell so she can hear me. I didn't turn my head to check on her because I am busy running away from this forest. She did not respond to me. Now it scares me that she did not take the tension and gives up. I try to turn my head around to check on her but please, don't let it be the ghost I am taking away with me.

I stop running and close my eyes. I still got a hold of her hand while gasping for air. I turn my head while my eyes are still closed. I slowly open them and I can't believe what my eyes are seeing right now. My eyes grow bigger. I realize I grab the hand of the wrong person and what's worse than that is...

"Why the hell are you dragging me here?"

It was the jerk and not Chocho.

I immediately drop his hand. This is so embarrassing.

"Why didn't you tell me that it was you instead of Chocho?" I yell at him.

"What the hell are you talking about? I was like screaming at you to let go of me but you're not listening at all," he yells back. Damn it!

I feel so ashamed in front of him. You are an idiot, Sarada.

"Where are we?" I ask out of nowhere. We were separated from them. How much trouble this activity has caused?

"How will I know? It's your fault for dragging me here," blaming me now, huh?

"Will you stop with that grumpy attitude?" I tell him.

"What?" he scoffs. He turns his back at me and aims to walk off.

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

"To hell. Want to come with me?" he dumbly says.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you always say such things as if they don't hurt? Are you that dense to not get what other people might feel by the words you throw at them? Why do you have to be a jerk?" I yell at him. I clench my fists in anger. This is too much, I think I have reached my limit.

Now, the place is getting darker. And suddenly, the snow falls to the ground again just like the tears on my cheeks. He did not say anything after that instead he takes steps away from me. He wants to leave me alone in the middle of the dark forest under the falling snow.

"Hey, wait. Don't leave me here," I think I almost beg at him. One more step and I will run after him but...

But...

I could not make any more steps after that. The ground under my feet breaks. I feel like the time runs slower than usual. All I can see is his back facing me. I am wishing him to turn back. The ground completely breaks and I miserably fall just like the snow falling from the sky.

My head hurts, my body gets numb, and the falling snow hurts my eyes. There is an indistinct voice shouting at me. No, there is someone above I could not see clearly. Who are you? Please, save me...

43

...It's so cold. My body trembles not just because of the cold but with fear as well. I fear I will die right here. Dad, am I going to join you now? But what about mom? She will be all alone and...

"Sarada! Hey! Wake up!" I can hear a voice calling out to me.

...Who are you? Am I dead? No... Please save me...

"Sarada, open your eyes, please," the voice keeps calling me. Who would it be? I want to know. I force my eyes to open but they don't want to. I can hear the beat of my heart. It beats slowly.

"Sarada..."

[bangzchan]

If you're still doing the Au word/ sentence thingy can I please chuck 'accidental spooning' into the mix? 🙊I just read all of the ones you wrote and i don't stop smiling from reading them until I realised that there weren't any more 😩love your writing and characterisation!!

thank u sooo much!!! im sorry theyre takin so long rip hope u like this one too💗 (lol this got way too long sorry)so, au where isak goes to his grandparents during his summer vacation and he hasnt been there for a year now, so he feels excited to spend a few weeks there and catch up on everything thats been happening. and its all going fine until he has to set the table and his grandma hands him a fourth plate and isak is confused?? and when he asks about it his grandma slaps a hand to her forehead, “i didnt even mention” and isak kinda has a bad feeling about it, “we’ve got a lovely boy helping us with the garden and other outside work”

 then isak frowns ,“alright, but why does he need to have dinner with us?” and his grandma looks at him in a way that tells isak he’s being a little rude, “he lives here for a few months, until he gets enough money for a flat” and isaks just. he has to sit down bc wow thats really smth they should’ve mentioned. especially that now he’s got his hopes up that its a really cute boy, wearing the cute garden dungarees with a cute straw hat. and the boy walks in just like that the next minute, except the hat but isak doesnt mind bc his hair falling into his face a little sweaty is smth isak could look at for hours. the boy’s eyes find isaks, and he blinks twice before smiling, walking up to isak, taking his gloves off and reaching out a hand, “hello, im even, u must be isak. its really nice to finally meet u” and isaks mind is going a mile a minute trying to let his voice AND their clasped hands sink in, and he doesnt get a word out just nods, then even walks away to take a shower and isaks body slams down on the chair and he feels exhausted for no reason. or it might be bc of how much his heart had to work with in no more than 5 minutes. then when he’s back, sitting opposite him, and theyre having dinner he finds out a little more about even but only basics like why he took this job ,why he’s not found a flat yet, or that he’s single. one of these make isak tighten the grip around his fork. 

after a few stolen glances at even and blushing pink when he gets caught half of the time, they finish dinner and isaks walking up to the room that his grandparents made isaks where he could stay when he comes over. except. “we didnt mention i live in this room now, huh” even walks up next to him and no, nobody said anything and the thought of sleeping on the couch makes him want to whine out loud. but then even is walking inside and he waits at the door until isak walks in too, confused. “well good news, we gotta share” and isak snorts, though his heart does a thing. “whats the good news then” and he’s glad when even doesnt get offended but just squints his eyes at him and isak thinks he’s gonna stick his tongue out. he doesnt though, and he just walks over to one of the cabinets and gets out a towel, handing it to isak, “i already showered so.. the bathroom is all yours” and isak thanks him and while he’s drying himself down after the shower, he’s trying to prepare himself for having to share a room with even. and he think he’s got himself together buT THEN he walks in the room and ??? evens lying in bed with his phone. so isak just stops at the door and stares dumbly, “u didnt get me like a, mattress or smth?” and even looks up from his phone, “no? i told you we’d share?” and oh. sharing the bed too. okay. so he hesitantely slips under the blanket, only one for the two of them, and when turns to put his phone next to the bed, his shirt rolls up and isak feels his mouth go dry and he averts his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. then even is squirming beside him trying to get into a comfy position and then theyre both lying on their backs, and its dark in the room now and even breaks the silence, “i hope you dont feel uncomfortable” and isak has to swallow before replying, “uh no, the bed is fine” and even chuckles which tugs at isaks heart, “i meant being uncomfortable with us sharing” and isak doesnt know how sharing a bed with one of the cutest and prettiest boys could be uncomfortable, “its chill” he’s really nervous. “chill” even repeats with a smile in his voice and then he’s turning around with his back to isak, and isak slowly falls asleep.

he wakes up to a soft knocking on the door and a voice from behind it, “breakfast is ready boys” and then isaks about to bury his face deeper into the pillow except his nose smushes against smth harder and he opens one eye to check and shit. its evens back. and his arm is wrapped around evens chest, their legs tangled under the sheets. he starts freaking out and mouths a few swear words then he’s counting down to 3 to slide his arm from evens body but when he’s at 2, even is turning around in his arms and isak freezes and forgets to shut his eyes, and even is facing him now and he can see his eyes slowly start to open and isak holds his breath, his eyes wide and he’s panicking and doesnt know why he just doESNT move his arm??? then even blinks a few times and isak sees he first notices the arm around him, which with him moving slid down to his hips, fingers only hovering above his skin, and he’s slowly turning his gaze ,to isaks chest, his neck and then he finds his eyes and. theyre just. staring. then evens voice is raspy and surprised “uuhh. morning?” and isak is 101% sure he’s gonna faint. “morning” he still doesnt move. then even huffs out a laugh and clears his throat, “did you have a nice sleep?” and isak swallows,”yeah. you?” and evens presses his lips together, rubbing his chin against his shoulder, “me too, really nice” then isak pulls his lips into an awkward smile and he looks to the side, “breakfast is ready” and even raises his eyebrows “yeah? we better go eat then” but neither of them move for another moment, and when isak finally gets the strength to move his arm, even moves his body the same time,and isaks fingers end up touching his hips and they both freeze and isaks just. holding him and evens stuck in a probably uncomfortable position and isaks heart is gonna jUMP out of his chest, then they chuckle nervously and isaks fingers slide down his hips and theyre standing up. isak stays behind and slaps his cheeks to wake up and curses a few more times before walking out with a smile

then theyre eating breakfast, sitting opposite each other again, and isak doesnt dare to look up, he’s afraid he made things awkward. so he’s tossing his food around when his grandma sits down, “so, was everything okay with the sharing?” and isak is already thinking about some reasons why the bed isnt good, but then even hums, “yeah it was cool, right isak?” and isak meets his eyes for the first time since the bed and all he can do is nod and then his grandma starts talking about something else, but isak doesnt listen. he shoots an apologetic smile at even who just shrugs with a grin and isak watches as even puts his mouth around the fork, eyes still on isak. isak blushes and hides his face behind his coffee cup

theyre doing the dishes together, alone in the kitchen and isak takes a deep breath when the silence has been going on for too long, “i hope i didnt make things awkward?” and even smiles at him, handing him a plate to wash off, “you didnt. to be honest it was nice waking up to that” and he bites his bottom lip. isaks heart does that thing again and he finds himself agreeing with even. then even nudges isaks shoulder with his own, “a cuddle’s a cuddle. i dont mind if you sneak your arms around me again” and isak blushes, “i was asleep when i did that!” and even squints his eyes, “mhm, sure” and isak splashes water at even and he does the same, and theyre laughing, but a few bubbles ended up on evens nose and isak admires it for a minute before he reaches up to remove it and even ducks his head with a blush and smiles at the ground and licks his lips with a grin that shines brighter than the washed plates

and that night isak is awake when he throws his arm around even, and he feels even move a bit closer and isak smiles against his back and evens heart picks up a quick rhythm under isaks hand and in the next days they notice how that quick rhythm becomes the normal for them when theyre around each other and it just gets quicker when they first hold hands with their fingers laced as theyre watching a movie on evens laptop or when isaks lips finally find even’s one night