#THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO SEE AT 2:26AM

[venenna]

MAPS

Sae Itoshi x reader

A/n: I got inspo from "Maps" by Maroon 5 <3

Most likely occ, pls do forgive

FOR THE STORY PURPOSES SAE AND RIN DIDN'T HAVE A FALL OUT AND HE ISN'T SO DEPRESSED 💔💔(he still became midfielder but no hard feelings)

ALSO BIG THANKS TO WOOKIE( @crystxlseesu ) for proofreading

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Its been 2 years since Sae left for Spain.

And man did you miss him....

You knew Itoshi brothers ever since you could talk. Everyone thought that the older boy was stoic, serious and cold, and in fact he was. But to Rin and you he wasn't. He was Sae a caring boy with a big heart, always buying you Ice cream after his practice.

And now you were watching him leave in pursuit of his greatest passion and dream.

"Come back as best striker ya hear" you said playfully punching him "or else you've left for nothing"

"Of course i will, that's the plan" Sae stated as matter of factly.

"We're counting on you, you know me and Rin, dont disappoint us" you said smirking at him.

Sae and you just stared at each other for a minute, either not wanting to break the comfortable silence. Until...

"Call me when you land?"

He nods

You suddenly hug him, warm liquid gathering at you lash line "Come back soon okay?"

The auburn haired boy returns the gesture, although a little startled by the suddeness of it.

"I will" He said brushing some of [hc] locks out of your face "Will you wait for me?"

"Of course i will"

The moment when he left kept replaying in your head for years. And now here you were staring at his last message.

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Saesae🩷

Im coming back.

4:14pm

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You were feeling everything all at once. All pent up emotions from years back came crashing down like a tidal wave. Trying to get a hold of yourself you fumble with your phone and quickly type:

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Saesae🩷

Im coming back.

WHAT WHEN WHERE?!?!

that's so sjjssjajjsjs

omg i missed you

Tell me when to come

and I'll pick you up pookie ��

Me and rin will get you

5:26pm

Your hands kept shaking. This felt so surreal, HE was coming back, the boy you fell in love with all those years ago. You couldn't help a wide grin spreading across your face.

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Sae unlocked the door to his apartment, it was around 5pm in Madrid. He just came back from training, as soon as his phone connected to WiFi it started buzzing with notifications. Corner of his mouth twitches as he sees your contact name pop up.

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[Nickname]

Im coming back.

WHAT WHEN WHERE?!?!

that's so sjjssjajjsjs

omg i missed you

Tell me when to come and I'll pick you up pookie 🫦

Me and rin will get you

9:26am

Saturday, the same airport

2pm in your time, don't be late.

I missed you too |

I miss |

|

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Waking up next day, the rays of morning sun shining brightly in your eyes. You immediately pick up your phone (as the addict you are) and see one notification from Sae. Safe to say you got woken up pretty quickly.

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Saesae 🩷

Saturday, the same airport 2pm in your time, don't be late.

1:30am

I was asleep 💔💔

Aye aye sir will be

there in appointed time

🫡🫡🫡

BTW how was practice

yesterday

Getting up from the bed was a challenge you weren't ready for yet, deciding staying under your warm blankets was a better alternative.

*Buzz*

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Saesae 🩷

Practice today was alright,

as usual.

How did you sleep?

7:36am

Glad to hear it

I slept well!!!!!

finally on spring break

FREEDOM

WTF IS A KILOMETER⁉️

🦅

👍 Saesae 🩷 reacted

Also goodnight ik its

11pm for you sir

Ill see you on Saturday :)

❤️ Saesae 🩷 reacted

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The Saturday came and things couldn't have went.......worse!!

You over slept your alarm and you were currently hurrying around your home trying to get ready (your family's alarmed). Your car keys are no where to be found, and Rin couldn't come with you due to an important game he had today. It was 11am and ride to airport was 2 hours. Safe to say if you don't get yourself together you'll be late.

After what felt like hours you finally got ready, now the problem were the keys, which god knows where you left them. And you were supposed to go in 15 minutes!!

Running through the house like a madman opening every drawer, every cabinet or anything that could be opened really. Time was ticking and you were already going to be late for sure. Your parents were helping you in search, God bless your mother who found your keys i the laundry basket (girl how did it even get there?).

You straight up ran outside towards your car ignoring whatever your parents said. Something about "good luck" or "drive safely", honestly you couldn't be bothered to think about it.

As you sat down in the drivers seat turning on the radio, shuffling through a few stations stopping at one playing "Shut Up and Drive" by Rihanna, oddly fitting song for the occasion. Letting the song fade i to the background you set up your GPS, since last time you were at the airport the Itoshis ever so kindly took you with them, you were pretty much clueless which way to go.

Your hands were gripping the steering wheel as you checked GPS for nth time. Checking every turn you made just in case. It's 1:55pm and you were almost there, surprising considering the earlier incident.

You could already see the outline of the airport!

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Sae was lifting up his eye mask looking out of window. Listening to music on his earphones he stretched for a bit.

Plane was slowly descending, tho his face didn't show it he was happy to know he'll see you again, after years of being apart. He couldn't help a smal smile gracing his lips.

As Sae got off the plane he immediately called you.

*Ring ring ring*

Your phone rang as you parked your car, as soon as your car was set in place you answered.

"Hello [Name]"

"Hey Sae!!!"

"Where are you?"

"In the parking lot, i had to park so far from the exist, damn early birds" slamming your car door with more force then necessary "I'll be there in a minute, stay on call"

"Ok"

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Running through airport wasn't your brightest idea, but it was the only idea right now. Pushing through the crowd trying to reach the boy you've been yearning to see.

"Remind me" you talked into your phone panting slightly "where exactly are you?"

He sighs before speaking "Near the baggage carousel"

Slowing down to catch your breath looking around the baggage carousel area "I don't-"

Pair of, all to familiar, teal eyes locks gaze with your [ec] ones "-see you..."

You quickly hang up, shoving your phone somewhere. You didn't care enough to actually acknowledge it's location. Your body, even tho exhausted from all frantic running, reflexively sprinted towards him.

Without a second thought you jumped to hug him. The next moment you were already in his arms, tho hesitant, Sae reciprocated the embrace.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HERE" tightening your hold on him "i missed you"

"Im here, and im very much real [Name]" he sighs, hint of a smile evident on his features.

...

"At least you kept one promise mister midfielder"

The only response you get is a soft hum whilst he's still holding you.

You're grinning ear ro ear leaning your forehead onto his.

"Welcome back Sae"

His face was stuck in his neutral, indifferent expression, but something in his eyes told you otherwise.

"Thanks for waiting [Nickname]".

pls this was my first time writing im so scared...

I hope you liked it haha *dies*

[whore4billie]

GO AWAY - M.S

Summary- Y/N and Matt have been fwb for around 3 months now. Except the friends part isnt really there. Its more of just fuck buddies honestly. He was fucking multiple girls and there was no feelings involved with anyone..... but y/n had stupidly caught feelings for Matt. She knows she should hate him she knows she should get rid of him, block him on everything and move away from Boston so he cant find her, but she can't. She keeps going back.

Warning(s)- swearing, breaking down, mentions of sex, nothing else I dont think.

Not proofread as usual LMFAO

its around 10pm and all i could think about is Matt. I cant get him out of my stupid head. This isnt what friends with benefits entails. And i know he doesnt feel the same. Its been about 2 hours since i texted him and he saw it almost an hour ago. I text him again.

to: Matty❤🖕

Busy wit your side hoes? Tell Khloe or Missy or Julia or Tiff or whoever your balls deep inside I said hi dickhead 🙄🖕

From: Matty❤🖕

You need to chill out, you act like we are actually together or something but the main thing is were not together. We never will be. We're friends with benefits were fuck buddies whatever you wanna call it but we. Are. Not. Together. Got it? So why the fuck do you care if i sleep with someone else so much?

Fucking ouch. I felt a sting in my chest there was no need to be so harsh. I hold back my tears as i type my reply.

To: Matty ❤🖕

I dont care but i just dont want your other hoes STDS thank you very much

No Matt im lying I do care because im in love with you. I care about you sleeping with other people because I want you for myself. And it hurts so fucking bad seeing you flirting with other girls and hearing about the other girls youve slept with. But i cant tell you that.

I check to see if he's replied. Read- 2 minutes. Why am i suprised. I need to get him out my life. He's messing with me he knows exactly what hes doing. I go to his contact and press block. Done. So why am i still thinking about him. Maybe if i put music on it'll distract me. I press shuffle on my playlist and go away by Tate Mcrae came on. Oh for fucks sake.

"Everytime you look at me it's never enough for you it cant be fair to me cuz boy you know im so damn in love with you"

The universe is against me.

"Oh I've been stuck seeing your face in everyone shouldn't have played in your game of fun now i dont think im okay you never go away"

"Oh enjoy the show you seem to love when im alone you like to care until you don't now i dont think im okay you never go away"

Really? I cant escape Matt. Everything reminds me of him. Ok maybe I just need sleep.

-Matts pov-

Matts going out tonight with a girl from bumble. He found her on there and shes the only one hes actually liked on there. He texts Y/N

To: y/n

Youre a freak. You act like we are actually together we're just fwb remember. Get that into your thick ass skull im not interested

[Text isnt available to send click here to try again]

To: y/n

You blocked me? The fuck?

She blocked me? The fuck? What the fuck is her issue. Fuck this I'm cancelling that date and im going to Y/ns.

It's about 3am when i get to Y/n's house and I text her to open the door.

[Text isnt available to send click here to try again]

Oh for fuck sake im still blocked. I start knocking on her front door and notice her bedroom window is open. "I know youre home open this damn door" i shout up to her. She's being so childish why is she even mad?

-Y/n's pov-

I wake up to banging at my front door and check the time: 3:26am. Who would be here at 3am for fuck sake. I look out my bedroom window and see Matt banging on my front door. "Matt fuck off its 3am I dont wanna speak to you" i shout from my bedroom window. "Why are you being like this? Open the damn door and talk to me like an adult I didnt do anything wrong here you're getting unnecessarily mad about this" Matt yells back. The nerve of this bitch. "I'm not unnecessarily mad Matt I have every right to be mad. Your fucking with my head and you know damn well what your doing Matthew so don't act like you dont" I shout in a whisper, my voice breaking. "Why because you're stupid ass caught feelings? Why the hell is it my fault you cant keep your emotions in check? Thats not my problem." Matt yells. Well ouch. What the fuck is wrong with him? Who does he think he is? "Matt im not doing this with you" i shut my bedroom window and slide to the ground in sobs. What. the. fuck.

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So this is pt1 lmk what you think gimme brutally honest opinions on this idc if theyre rude be brutaly honest

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[stellasmessyworld]

CHAPTER 1: Unexpected encounters

You study law at the Dragonstone University. How will your life change when your roommate’s attractive brother starts studying at the same university.

Enemies to Lovers. Modern au. Aemond Targaryen x Y/N.

~i do not own any these characters it’s just a fanfiction~

It’s 8am when you wake up and check your phone. Initially, you just stare at the screen but then you realise that your classes start in half an hour. This realisation prompts you jump out of the bed. You get out of the room and find your way to the bathroom but as you try to open the door, you hear a voice saying “Occupied!”. The voice belonged to your roommate and best friend since the beginning of your freshman year- Heleana Targaryen.

You met accidentally on the campus and started talking. After a few weeks she proposed you move in with her. The spacious apartment offered a welcome escape from your crowded dorm. The room you got at Heleana’s (now also your) apartment was nice with a big closet. The issue was that there was only one bathroom and at this moment when you needed it most, it was occupied. You couldn’t blame Heleana, she probably thought you already left for classes earlier.

Unable to access the bathroom, you decide to at least get some breakfast. You head to the kitchen to grab a bowl and fill it with cereal and milk, as you quickly empty it while scrolling through your phone. Just as you finish your cereal the bathroom door opens, revealing Hel in with a towel over her head.

“Good morning, babes” she greets you as she dries off her hair with the dampened towel.

“Hi Hel”, you reply “it could’ve been a good day if my alarm could finally wake me up one of these days”.

“Oh no, you overslept again?” she asked genuinely concerned.

“Yep” you confirm, emphasising the “P”.

“What class do you have now?” she asks. “Constitutional Law, so if i don’t get there in ten minutes the professor will kill me.” I stand up from the kitchen chair and make my way to the now free bathroom. “You know i can always talk with him, right? He is my grandfather after all.”

“It’s alright, Hel. I know professor Hightower is your grandfather but i don’t want to be treated differently just because of my friendship with you. I’ll manage to get there on time somehow. Thank you tho.” you tell her from the bathroom actually content that she wants to help in her own way. You brush your teeth quickly as you get yourself ready to leave. When you finish doing a quick makeup, you decide that you’re all ready to walk out. “Bye, Hel. See ya in the evening.” “Have a nice day, babes” she replies as you smile at her and close the door behind yourself.

The way to the Dragonstone University wasn’t long because you live literally next to the campus. You get there at 8:26am which spares you 4 minutes to get some coffee before the class. “How nice…” you think.

There is just one person before you in the queue to the café, and it’s the person you wouldn’t think you would see today.

Aemond Targaryen - Heleana’s younger brother, also majoring in Law. You were surpised to see him because it was already the second term of the freshman year and you hadn’t seen him even once at the University. The last time you saw him was actually the time you met him. It was when he visited you and Heleana at the flat. You were living there for 2 weeks at that moment. Heleana introduced the two of you and you exchanged typical small talk, until he excused himself to the bathroom and you had to leave for class.

It was a bit weird to you, to see him at your University, because the last time you talked about him with Heleana she mentioned he is studying at the Kingslanding University and definitely not here.

It wasn’t anything terrible that he was here. He is very intelligent, eloquent and um well…attractive. You couldn’t lie to yourself that he wasn’t good looking, as he was standing before you in his black jeans, a green cashmere-looking sweater that probably cost a fortune. His long hair tied in a bun. He was wearing a couple of silver rings on his fingers and ~oh his fingers~ were they nice?…

And then there is you, sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, quick messy makeup and a bit of tangled hair and your head. Snapping back to reality you decide to run away and skip coffee because you don’t want him to see you look like this. As you turn around to quickly leave you hear a voice that makes you jump.

“Yn, hi!” It’s Jace Velaryon standing in front of you he’s Hel’s nephew. “How many of her family members study or teach here?” you think to yourself. “Hi Jace, how are you?” you reply not to be considered mean as he hugs you tightly. Suddenly he tenses and you already know what’s his reason of sudden stress. It’s the silver-haired man you were trying to run away from. “Hello, nephew” you hear his deep voice. “Aemond”, Heleana’s cousin replies still a bit tense. Then Aemond’s eye lands on you. “Yn, i thought i would see you here”. You shiver at his words. Did he think about you? you were asking yourself so many questions but then you decided to reply to him. “Good to see you, Aemond” you give him a soft smile. And he looks at you for a couple of seconds too long…

Thank you for reading… It’s my first fic on tumblr so if you have any advise for me i would be thankful. Love u all. <3

credits: pattern banners by @cafekitsune and the graphic of the title was made by Image Creator from Microsoft Bing.

[exclusivecolette]

It’s never over.

PT.2

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

Summary: A girl forced to move to massachusetts, meets a boy across the lake. As they spend their days with each other, they all fall in love. When one decides to end the relationship, the other one is left feeling abandoned. After a few years, they find each other again. But was the love strong enough?

TW: drinking, not proofread

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My eyes open in frustration.

He looked so good.

He looked so happy.

Was he too drunk to realize it was me?

I turned on my side. “fuck” i mumble, picking up my phone. 1:26am. I start my new job in a few days so that’s a plus.

He looked so good.

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I’d just finished washing my face when my phone lit up.

“hey there’s a party tonight. ur coming.”

who is this.

“oh yeah and this is mia. from the party”

as if she read my mind.

“oh hey. umm who’s party?”

“im actually not sure. but a party is a party🤷🏻‍♀️”

“i’ll be there. what time???”

“6. i’ll pick u up?”

“thank uu”

I sent her my location.

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I touched up my lip gloss, and looked at the time 5:40pm. I had on a short black tank, and black denim shorts. “heyyy girl!” a voice exclaimed. “hey mia” i chuckle grabbing my phone. “That’s all you’re bringing?” she asked shocked as we walked out to her car. “yeah i don’t need much” i shrug shutting the car door.

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“now i’m 18, and i still live with parents”

“this is way more packed than the last one” she yelled over the music. I nodded in agreement. “Let’s go get drinks.” i state.

Finally we found the kitchen. I filled my cup with whatever i could find. “hey can i leave you for a sec? i just saw Jake walk in?” she asked. “yeah go ahead!” i say over the music.

I leaned over the island to grab another bottle. But when I returned to my standing position i bumped someone. “sorry-“ i turn back. Those eyes again.

“i’m sorry-“ he paused “i saw you at the last party-“ he paused again. I forced a smile “hey chris” i sigh looking down for a second. When i met his eyes again they were kinda squinted. Then they widened back out. “Oh my god.” he whispered and pulled me in for hug.

He smells like expensive cologne.

“oh my god.” he stated once more. He pulled back and just looked at me. “You look- why- what are you doing here?” he said quickly “I wanted to party. why are you here?” i joked clearly dodging the question. He playfully rolled his eyes. “i- um got a job here. I didn’t know you lived around here I promise” i let out a nervous laugh.

“I thought i saw you at the last party- you look different.” he said quickly. “yeah” i look away. “you changed your hair.” he stated specifically. I looked down.

“Does my hair look dirty?” i ask looking at chris through the mirror. “no why” he walked over to me. “someone said my hair is like blonde but dirty.” i say looking over to him. “No, i like your hair. don’t ever change it”

“I like it.” he said making me look up at him. “damn. how have you been” he brought me in for another hug. “You know” i sigh into his chest. “yeah i feel you there.” he pulled back. His eyes, the way they looked into mine.

God i’m staring.

“so i- um saw you at the last party too. I didn’t see Nick and Matt though.” i look around. “Why didn’t you say anything, or come up to me?” he asked knowing the answer. “I just- i don’t know.” I say quietly and look down again tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You wanna go outside?” He asked signaling to the loud music. “yeah let’s go”

I take a deep breath as i sit on the concrete step. He followed and looked over to me. “You just had to bring the cup out?” he chuckled. “yeah.” i laugh taking a sip. “I remember you couldn’t even stand the smell like 3 years ago” He said. “4 years ago” i corrected him.

I’m such a dick.

“but a lots happened.” i look down. “i know” his head went down. “Hey i’m sorry by-“ i couldn’t take this talk right now “chris don’t it’s okay. i don’t really wanna talk about it tonight” i say looking over to him. “okay” he said.

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I finish my … i’m actually not sure how many cups. I bump into someone, “hey sorry” i laugh. “Hey.” the guy flirted. “your hot. you wanna go upstairs?” he asked. I was too disoriented to answer but before i could he was already taking me up.

As we’re walking, or he’s walking and i’m stumbling. Someone grabs my other hand. “she’s okay man” an echo of a voice states. “Fuck off bro” a different voice said. “get the fuck on somewhere” the first voice said and one of my hands were let go.

CHRIS POV:

“come y/n” i guide her back down the stairs. “Where are we going?” she mumbled falling against me. “You’re gonna go home. Where’s that girl you came in with?” i ask and she didn’t respond. I took her out to the car and laid her down in the back. “i’ll be right back. okay?” i ask her. “you’re leaving again?” she mumbled with a whine. My heart sank a little at her words.

I just shut the door and go back inside to get Nick and Matt. “Wait y/ns in the car?” matt asked again. “Chris i’m convinced you’re going insane.” nick said as i pulled them to the car. “yes she’s in the car i swear i’m not going fucking insane” we reached the car and they both got in, not even caring to look in the back.

“Chris my ankle hurts” Y/n whined. Nick and Matt’s head snapped back. “Y/n what the fuck?” matt yelled excited. “when did you get here?” nick asked. All they earned from her was a shrug. “since when did she start drinking?” matt asked to that i just shrugged. Matt pulled off.

Y/n winced “my ankle chris.” she pulled it back from my lap. “what happened?” i ask pulling it back to my lap and started rubbing the hurt ankle. “You wouldn’t care” my eyebrows furrowed.

“You never cared.” nick glanced back. “You just left. With that bullshit ‘you’re going to college’. How is lacy?” she asked me and i started getting light headed. “And you asked when i started drinking chris. I don’t even know. You left me, and the bottle came to me” she chuckled.

I feel sick.

“why didn’t you love me” her smile left her face. Tears just trickled down her face. “i love you y/n” i say to her fighting back the tears that was begging to leave my eyes.

“where is her house chris?” matt asked.

“i’m not sure.”

[casspurrjoybell-23]

Friday Night - Chapter 32 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Selfishly, River Conners was glad Nia Bengamin got the reminder of who had been taking Melodie to every Disney release while she was gone.

For the next hour and thirty minutes, Melodie acted like a buffer for her parents.

It was easier to exist in the same space with your ex when a sweet little girl separated you from them.

Halfway through, River had grown a little bored.

The plot, the music, the scenery, everything was made for children.

Trying to find anything for himself felt quite pointless.

He glanced down at Melodie, curious to see her reaction and saw Nia speaking by her ear.

"...has beautiful brown skin just like you."

Confused, River looked back at the screen and saw Asha walking across.

River knew the main character was black... of course he did but he didn't expect the expression of wonder on Melodie's face as she looked back and forth between her skin and Asha's.

Then, she looked at her mother.

In seconds, River was shown his limitations as Melodie's parent.

He could love her and care for her all he wanted but he would never be able to do that.

He could never relate to Melodie's experience being black.

He could never personally bring her into the folds of the culture.

He didn't have the power but Nia did.

Nia was Melodie's connection to a world River doesn't understand but one he truly wanted Melodie to feel a part of.

Minutes after the movie finished, Melodie pranced out of the theater.

She was singing Asha's solo with a wide smile.

Suddenly, Nia jogged forward, grabbing Melodie's shoulder to keep her still.

"Wow, you lost a tooth," Nia gasped comically.

Melodie's head bobbled with her nod and she gave Nia a big smile to show off the gap.

Nia crossed her arms over her chest, an amused smile on her face.

"Did the tooth fairy give you another twenty?"

Melodie went on to explain that no, it was only ten dollars, with a pout on her little face.

Nia sent a brisk glance River's way and the man paused.

The only way she would know that Melodie got a twenty for the last tooth was... the emails.

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River Conyers (conyersr@adonisbusiness.com) January 3, 2020 3:09PM

to: Nia Benjamin (NiaBenjamin2017@gmail.com)

Hey. I hope you're doing well in Montreal. This may be against the rules of getting divorced but I thought you should know Melodie's quoting movies now. She keeps repeating this line from Spiderman and it's hilarious. If you want, I can send you a video or you can come back and see it yourself. She misses you.

River Conyers (conyersr@adonisbusiness.com) December 26, 2020 7:18PM

to: Nia Benjamin (NiaBenjamin2017@gmail.com)

I don't know if you're reading these anymore. I don't know if you were ever reading them in the first place but it's been almost a year since I first started writing these emails and this was Melodie's first Christmas without you. I know you need to make it out on your own and you're probably super busy in Quebec but please come back. One day, Melodie's going to want to meet her other parent and I hope you'll be there.

River Conyers (conyersr@adonisbusiness.com)September 9, 2021 1:26AM

to: Nia Benjamin (NiaBenjamin2017@gmail.com)

Melodie's starting her first day of preschool tomorrow. Actually, she's starting today because I stayed up so late, LOL. I don't know if she'll be the kid who just runs inside or the kid who screams for Mommy or I guess Daddy in this case. I used to tell her about you so she wouldn't forget but I stopped doing that. I think I'm a bad parent for not trying anymore. Please respond if you agree or disagree or anything. It would be nice for her to talk to you on her first day of school.

River Conyers (conyersr@adonisbusiness.com)March 27, 2024 10:42PM

to: Nia Benjamin (NiaBenjamin2017@gmail.com)

Melodie lost a tooth last night. She was a little insecure about how it would look but she was really happy this morning when she saw what the 'tooth fairy' left for her. I left her twenty dollars because that was the only bill in my wallet. She'll never be satisfied with anything the tooth fairy leaves her again.

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She didn't just know River was sending them, she was reading each one.

Sending those emails had become cathartic.

It was a ritual River just did. He didn't even care about Nia's responses anymore because he assumed she never gave them a glance.

River's emotions were all over the place knowing that she saw every word.

Every plea.

Every time he asked her to come back.

Late at night, River's fears came to life.

In his dreams, Nia stole Melodie from him over and over and over again but during the day, he could see better.

What he saw was a woman genuinely trying to fix her mistakes.

Nia must have noticed him staring because she looked up.

When their eyes met, River gave her a smile.

It wasn't a lot compared to all the hostility from before but Nia smiled too. Nia was Melodie's mother.

River didn't want to change that.

They left the building, heading for their cars.

Melodie was reenacting the movie with such vigor, she twirled and danced her way five steps ahead of her parents.

Nia and River were left to walk back alone, the crunching of their shoes against concrete the noisiest thing between them.

The taller man glanced Nia's way again, trying to find something for them to talk about.

He was out of practice in making conversation with her but he could try.

"Am I doing her hair right?" he asked, gesturing to Melodie's pompoms.

"I've watched videos and tried to moisturize it like you did but I might be doing it wrong."

"It looks good," she assured him, chuckling when he released an exaggerated sigh.

"But as she gets older, she might want to try some protective styles."

"Oh."

He paused, blinking stupidly at the floor.

"What are those?" Nia laughed, stumbling a little more into River's space.

"I'll send you some videos on braiding. That's a good start."

[maximuswolf]

What are 5 characters that you really want to see in the next Super Smash Bros game?

What are 5 characters that you really want to see in the next Super Smash Bros game? New characters in Smash is always going to be an interesting topic, and it's always fun to hear about people's wanted characters, as there are so many different cool and interesting options to choose from.The way i wanted to do this question is that you either choose 5 characters that you want to see appear in a future game, no limits (it has to be a gaming character) and if you want you can also explain why you would want said character.However it would also be interesting if you were limited to 3 Nintendo characters (1st or 2nd party) and 2 3rd party characters, basically any non Nintendo character across gaming.Following the 2nd option, these are the 5 characters that i most want to see getting into the next Smash game.King Boo. Out of all my top 5 favorite Mario characters, 3 of them are already in Smash (Diddy Kong, Yoshi and Rosalina), so i'm only missing 2. Out of either Koopa Troopa or King Boo, i feel like King Boo would be a better option. He would representer the Luigi's Mansion games and would give us a ghost character, which i'm suprised we haven't had already. He could have moves based on attacks in his boss fights, but also moves based on other Boos and their abilities.Wolf Link and Midna. Twilight Princess was my first ever Zelda game, so it holds a special place in my heart. Midna is also my favorite character in all of Zelda, and i really enjoyed playing as Wolf Link. They would also be a new quadroped character, which we don't really have that many off. The only problem i have is that we would then technicaly have 4 Links, however seeing as Wolf Link plays a lot differently than the other Links, it shouldn't be a issue.Marianne from Fire Emblem 3 Houses. Now i know how the Smash community thinks about Fire Emblem characters, however it isn't really fair in my opinion. The problem is that they tend to choose the main characters of each Fire Emblem title, and most of them are sword users. So instead i decided on taking a non-main character, and took my favorite Fire Emblem character, being Marianne. In the game, she is a magic user with a large array of spells available. Honestly a lot of Fire Emblem characters could be turned into cool characters, however i decided to go with my favorite.2B. Nier Automata was an amazing game, and was a real hidden gem in my opinion, and the moment i finished it, 2B became my most wanted character to appear in the next Smash game. Nier Automata has a wide variety of weapons and attacks that would fit perfectly into a moveset. Idealy, i would want 9S and A2 to be playable to, with them serving as a trio, similar to the Pokemon Trainer, however 2B is good enough for me.The Survivor from Ark Survival Evolved. Ark was an amazing game that i put hours upon hours into, and it was a blast playing it with my friends. There are so many different weapons and gadgets in the game that could be turned into a cool moveset. We don't really have that many open world survival game characters (aside from Steve), so it would be cool to see another character represent this genre of games. Submitted January 22, 2025 at 01:26AM by randomnessisawesom https://ift.tt/27MHbem via /r/gaming

[d3n4sh1aaaa]

October 8th, 2023. 2:26am

i'm currently at work right now, dwelling of the thought of you. Here i am two years later, writing about you once again. As i sat and thought that i have moved on, i'm am here sitting in a hurt place once again. You reached out to me two weeks ago after a whole year. You said you missed me, and would like to see me. You say you're a changed man though, and your person that you're with treats so you well. You're trying to be good and do well by her, but you can't stop thinking about me. I asked you, "why did you keep my number all this time?" you answered; "I knew i was going to need it eventually, i'll never get rid of it. i'll never be able to let you go." I told you that i moved on and i forgive you.. i told you i didn't think it was fair you had to break me, an innocent soul to do better by the next person. Granted, i told you that i knew you'd be better, do better, even if it wasn't with me, as much as i wished it was. You said in a perfect life it would be me and you even till this day, which is very hard to understand. You became apologetic and continued to try to see me. This is getting inappropriate, even for me. You hit me up again, asking to see me. I caved in, expecting plans to form. You went ghost again like you used to when we were together, initially i thought i was going to have a trauma response, But i didn't. I brushed it under the rug. Today i found out that you're expecting and engaged. Wow, everything happened to fast. I thought since i've moved on from you i thought i wouldn't care, good for you yanno? hope you're happy. False. I'm fighting back tears right now. I'm asking myself why? i'm better now, aren't i? i don't care anymore, right? I'm brought back to you and i. How we talked about me being the love of you life, and that you couldn't wait to have children with me because you always said i'd be such an amazing mother, and we'd do so good together. I'm brought back to when i loved you so unconditionally, where i seen nothing but you in my future. How we swore it would be us in the end, now i'm watching you live the life you promised me. I feel so broken all over again. I know i should've took your words in lightly, but when you are so in love with someone everything they say has meaning, no matter what it is. I find myself broken right now because every soul i encounter, i look for you in them. I look for that comfortability you provided and connection we had. All i've found is disappointment or negative characteristics that they share along with you. I sit here in disparity wondering why once again, why couldn't it have been me? why couldn't i be the one you decided you want to do better for? why am i not good enough? did you ever love me as much as you claimed? was i ever yours? i know the answers, and they've left a permanent scar on me that tends to cut open and bleed when i think of you. I find myself having to stich myself up more often than i used too. I just sent you one last text congratulating you, good luck in life, and i hope you're happy. I don't ever want to hear from you ever again in my life. this is the last time i will ever be writing about you. i'm going to let myself hurt and feel, because my next steps will be grow and heal.

I will be happy.

i will be loved

i will be appreciated.

i am wanted, and i'll be wanted by someone forever when the time comes.

i won't miss you anymore, i won't think about you, you will just be a long lost memory of mine.

I promise you that. Goodbye, David.

[patiencetheysay]

Thinking tonight of all the versions of myself that have been here before and how I am older and more confident and more myself but also how I am still soft and vulnerable and yearning and yearning and yearning. And I want. Again I feel the ache of want and it moves me through dances I shouldn’t do, and staging I was never meant to stand in for, and I hit my mark thinking what if it was me? And am I selling myself short? And god, does this prove it? And who even knows? And I know tomorrow morning there will be more answers and I remember the feeling of sitting shotgun while max drove the car and his forearms and the light of the drive up window and I took pictures then to remember because I knew it was monumental even before it began and far before it ended. And it exists now separate from that with the sometimes ghost of what could have been. But now I want this and I haven’t wanted and it’s exquisite the pain of all that want and oh how I missed the ache in my chest and chill in my bones and every nerve ending stood up on edge. I can have other things. I am not resigned, yet anyway. Will he text me in the morning? I work so hard to tow the line. To have fun and say nothing but suggest something all within the realm of plausible deniability. To be clear, I know this is shit writing. But this is how I feel at 2:26am. Yearning. Not even guilty because nothing happened. And I had the thought today more than once that nothing good comes it being impulsive before healing. Before making hard calls. And I may, still, do that. Sometimes you need a reason. Is it weird that that dude thinks we knew each other before? How palpable is it? I thought I hid it so well. I thought I kept myself contained. No, that’s not true. I instigated. It’s why I wore what I wore. It’s why I’ve said what I said. I got a look from a lot of people but not him and I know he was behaved but I wish he wasn’t and what was the point if it wasn’t a little bit tempting. Maybe this will mean nothing tomorrow and he’ll text me and we’ll keep sussing out whatever this is. Or worse, he won’t text me at all, and my thoughts will keep rattling around in my own head forever bumping against each other while nothing changes and I slowly melt into myself from the j side out. But I’m too drunk and too tired to think much more. So sleep, then. I’ll see what tomorrow brings.

[havemybackanyday]

I started thinking about Buck texting Bobby every time he woke up, and my hand slipped.

---

Bobby is just beginning to prep breakfast at the station when his phone pings.

7:26am hey everything ok

It doesn't click right away—Bobby’s first assumption being that Buck is missing the job, maybe feeling a little left out. 

7:27am Yeah, everything’s fine here. Shift just started, you’re not missing much. Are you ok?

He watches as the three dots pop up and then disappear a couple times, and then puts his phone down to stir the eggs. He’s almost forgotten about it by the time the response comes in.

7:34am just checking

It’s then that the penny drops, and the realization breaks Bobby’s heart a little. He opens his camera and flips it around, taking a surreptitious selfie with A shift seated at the table in the background. Chim is gesturing animatedly, and Eddie is chuckling into a coffee mug while Hen rolls her eyes. In the foreground is half of Bobby’s own face, forgetting to smile as he concentrates on framing the shot. 

He sends the picture off to Buck.

7:36am We’re all here, all safe. We miss you. thanks bobby. miss you guys too

The next one comes in the following morning, just as Bobby is pulling into his driveway.

7:31am hey Hey, kid. All good here. ok, great sorry thanks No need, Buck.

Bobby knows there’s something Buck isn’t telling him about the coma dream and his place in it. When Bobby had asked him about it at the hospital, he’d been cagey, and since Buck got home, Bobby feels like he’s being tracked—like if Buck doesn’t know where Bobby is at any given moment, Bobby might vanish into thin air… or Buck might.

Bobby can be an anchor. He’s had practice.

2:12pm all good? All good.

They fall into a routine, where Buck will text “hey” whenever he wakes up and Bobby will reply with a checkmark emoji. It’s soothing for Bobby, too—this way, he knows Buck is sleeping, and gets a rough idea of when and how much. There’s always a text in the morning, and more often than not, a message also comes through in the afternoon. 

A couple days in, the afternoon text arrives while the 118 is on a call. Nothing serious, but several cars are involved, and Bobby is flitting around the scene, directing his people back and forth to where they’re needed. By the time he wraps up, Eddie is sitting half inside the truck and holding his phone, a concerned look on his face.

“Cap?”

Bobby pulls his own phone out of his turnouts.

3:42pm hey

3:48pm hey, bobby?

3:52pm i know it’s fine and i know you’re probably on a call but lmk if you’re ok when you can

3:54pm please sorry

Bobby takes a quick selfie with Eddie. Neither of them is smiling, but it’s not annoyance—it’s the same way they’d be looking at Buck if he were here, handling the call with them. No performing, just an ordinary moment in time. 

He sends it over.

4:09pm Sorry to make you wait. We’re good.

He looks up from his phone, and Eddie is watching him with pinched eyebrows. Wordlessly, he flips his phone around to show Bobby his own string of texts from Buck. Bobby sees his own name in the thread several times.

“How’s he doing?” Bobby asks.

Eddie blows out a breath and settles his elbows on his knees. “He’s… working through some stuff,” Eddie says, looking back at the text thread. He’s silent for a long moment, and then huffs a rueful laugh. “He seems rattled, which is pretty understandable. But beyond that, I don’t think he knows what he needs yet.”

“Well, until he tells us differently, the best thing we can do for him is to be here, and be us.”

Eddie nods, and they both swing into the engine.

That night, the ping of Bobby’s phone wakes him from a deep sleep in the station house bunks.

2:20am hey you awake

Bobby rubs a hand across his face. I am now. You ok? sorry i woke you No, don’t be. I’d rather you reach out.

Buck doesn’t respond; the three dots don’t even appear.

2:22am Did something happen? You alright?

2:24am just a nightmare You want to tell me about it? nah maybe later glad you’re ok, get some sleep

Bobby locks his phone and stares at the ceiling in the dark. He isn’t sure how much time passes, but at some point he resigns himself to the fact that his swirling worries won’t resolve themselves into anything legible right now. He swings his legs out of bed and heads upstairs to the kitchen.

Five hours later, he pulls into a parking spot outside of Buck’s apartment complex, a pan of cinnamon rolls in the passenger seat.

“Hey, Bobby.” Buck looks tired when he swings open the door, circles under his eyes, smile a little faded. 

“Hey, kid. Brought you something.” Bobby peels back a corner of the foil covering the cinnamon rolls, and watches as Buck’s eyes brighten.

He laughs and gestures to the piles of food on the kitchen island. “I don’t know if I’ve even got space for those, but I’ll move some of this out to the balcony if I have to.”

Bobby hands the pan over, and Buck lifts out a roll immediately, taking a huge bite that leaves icing on his lip. “Mmmmh. God. Thank you.”

He can’t help a smile at Buck’s enthusiasm. “Anytime.”

There’s a moment of quiet while Buck wedges the pan onto the overloaded island and finishes his roll. He’s licking his fingers and avoiding Bobby’s eyes when he says, “Sorry again for waking you up.”

“Buck.” Bobby waits for him to look up. “Don’t be. We’re all here for you—and not just because you got hurt. We’re here whenever you need us.”

Buck pauses, index finger still in his mouth. He pulls it out and says in a rush, as if racing his own hesitation: “You were dead. In my coma dream, you were dead. Because Hen and I never came to your apartment that day.”

“Okay,” Bobby says, nodding neutrally as the memories wash over him. The shame of waking in the shower. The helplessness of placing his pain in his coworkers’ hands. The rock-steady warmth of Buck and Hen on either side of him.

A vise tightens around his heart.

“Is that why you’ve been checking on me?”

Buck has the gall to sound ashamed of himself when he says, “Yeah.”

“Buck, you know—hey. Look at me, this is important.” Buck, who has shifted his gaze to someplace over Bobby’s right shoulder, drags his eyes back. “You know that my sobriety isn’t your responsibility, right?”

Buck nods. “I know, and I’m not trying to… fix things, or control things I can’t. I just…” He trails off, and his eyes are shining. “I don’t want to wake up again in a world that doesn’t have you in it. This version of you, I mean.”

“Oh, kid, c’mere.” Bobby steps forward and wraps Buck in a hug. 

God damn anyone who ever told this kid that his heart was a problem. 

When they finally let go of each other, Bobby holds on to Buck’s shoulders. Buck sniffs, and swats a tear off his cheek with the palm of his hand. 

“You’ve been through a lot, and I know you’re still sorting it out. But I also know how stubborn you are when you’re chewing on a problem,” Bobby says, drawing a wet laugh out of Buck. “I know you’ll find your way through it. And we will all be here for you. Every step, however long it takes.”

Buck nods, and breaks into a hesitant smile.

“And in the meantime, let us spoil you a little.” Bobby gives Buck’s shoulder a light jab with his fist. “We don’t want to wake up in a world without you, either.”

[seakicker]

hi. please excuse me.if this is absolutely batshit but im penis delirious at 2:26am rn. also this is based off christian/catholic practices bc im traumatized but horny ...SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I DIDNT EXPCT THIS (tags: church/cult mentions, a lot of praise, lots of creampies)

im imagining priest!childe doing his whole sermon with his cult of followers. maybe zhongli attends bc he's curious abt the whole commotion his friend was making abt "how great it is to be a god" which ... lmao

theres not much special abt childe's cult. typical propaganda, fear mongering, and ego-stroking — the usual. but when he breaks the bread and says to "take this, all of you, and eat of it," zhongli cant believe what he sees.

you, a sacrifice. clearly inexperienced, very cute. laid out on the pedestal and being absolutely ruined by childe. singing to the high heavens and praising the tsaritsa — praising childe as your god. he's nothing but an attentive lover, giving such a sweet little thing kisses and soft praises.

it isn't long until the pleasure is too much for him, and he forces his hips to go as deep as he can go. not long either until the rest of the servers come to take their fill as well. as soon as childe gave his permission, you're overwhelmed by all the hands grabbing at every part of your body. they all give you the same tender and loving attention. whispers of how good you're being and how good you feel; it's all that can be heard among the wet, fervent slapping of skin against skin.

as all the churchgoers come together to partake in your body, childe strolls over to his friend, still sitting in the same corner. "what's the matter? you never been to a sermon like this before?" it takes zhongli a lot of willpower to break his sight away from you, begging and moaning so beautifully. taking so much and thanking them too, fuck you're so— he shakes his head. "no, i can't say i have."

the ginger pushes him forward, saying something vague about "keeping up the tradition!" so zhongli has no choice but to step up, now that so many eyes were drawn to him because of childe's loud mouth. but as he steps up to the pedestal, and he's welcomed by you, smiling and reaching your arms out to him in an embrace — still looking divine even when you're fucked stupid — he slowly comes to understand.

as he pushes into you and hears you croon just for him, moan his name in that voice, wrap your arms around him like he's the only one that matters to you — oh celestia guide him.

with each second he spends with you, and each load he forces deep inside you, he feels himself grow more and more greedy. it's now that he understands, maybe childe was right.

it feels great to be a god.

this was absolutely INCREDIBLE from start to finish and really stroked my cult kink LOL i love the idea of sex cults and i love gangbangs. lord

afab + gn reader, religious/cultish themes, group sex/exhibitionism, childe is delusional of course, and moral degradation on zhongli's part below!

i like to imagine that childe doesn't even view himself as a cult leader nor his followers as members of a cult. cult has such a... harsh connotation, he says. it's such a dirty term used primarily to insist that a group is irrational, unreasonable, or otherwise out-of-touch with norms and reality— he explains that cults are groups where followers are robbed of their individual agency and autonomy, and childe encourages nothing but free decision-making and public discourse here. in his mind, this is what religion should be— a joint, equally-profitable give-and-take between sacrifice and slayer; he explains to zhongli that this is what you chose for yourself! you're a willing participant, not a terrified, trembling, horrified little lamb he kidnapped from somewhere and forced this life upon. this isn't cult activity; cult activity is inherently a violation of individual freedom and cause for alarm, and this setting constitutes neither of those things.

no, no. not at all. this is what you want.

such is a fact that childe was easily able to deduce and subsequently explain to everyone, both to zhongli and to the group of worshippers eager to partake in your body once childe gives them permission to do so (because the priest gets first dibs, of course.) obviously any outsider with half an ounce of sensibility that childe's, ah, group is the textbook definition of a cult, but he won't take too kindly to anyone that dares call it such. is he not helping you and others find the path to the tsaritsa's salvation? how could what he's doing be considered cultish when it's all for the betterment of both the individual and larger society? cults are manmade anyhow, and childe views himself as a being closer to the tsaritsa than to the common man these days.

childe eases zhongli's suspicions with relative brevity. he's smart enough to deduce that something is very, very wrong upon walking into childe's private quarters for such rituals, but even he has to admit that it's hard to truly view this setup as wrong when you're so... willing. you're not in distress, you're not being forced to take childe's cock, you don't cry or sob or wail in pain as he eases thick inch after inch of himself into your pussy, and you don't protest when childe finally gives the rest of the group the word to come and eat their fill as well. you giggle and moan when the worshippers' hands grope at your soft breasts and hips, dip between your legs to help push childe's cum back inside of you, and reverently run across your body with all the gentleness of a human petting a trembling animal. if this is truly what you want, far be it from within zhongli's right to put a stop to it; you're happy, childe's happy, the worshippers are happy... and all that's left is to ensure zhongli's happy as well.

when in snezhnaya, do as snezhnayans do— and so zhongli figures there's no time like the present to enjoy and study his friend's customs.

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Is a New Fic Coming Soon...?

Hey everyone! Here's a little teaser to a fic I finished a little while ago and didn't know if I'd post. If there's still some interest in AU Dean Winchester stories, and you guys want it... I might start posting the whole thing!

Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don't End With Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.  

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F!Reader | Dean Winchester x F!Reader (eventual)

Dean 2:26am

You really need to stop working so late, dude. Drive safe and get home to that girl of yours!

Knowing that Sam had likely responded to a text Dean had sent much earlier in the day just before he set off on that fatal car journey hits you like a freight train. And knowing Dean’s reply, telling his brother to come home to you had come through when the police were telling you he’d died, was gut-wrenching. Fighting back more tears, you unlock your own cell phone and call the number you’d been dreading for hours now.

“Y/N, darlin’? It’s early… is everything alright?�� The gravelly voice on the other end of the phone sounds tired, scared and confused. You figure getting a call at 6am will do that to a person.

“John–” You’d fought hard to keep your voice steady and strong, but what came out was shaky and meek. “It’s Sam…”

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice startles you out of your daze and you blink up at him from the uncomfortable plastic chair in the waiting room. Unsteadily, you rise to your feet and make your way over to him, throwing yourself into his outstretched arms.

“Dean,” you cry as more tears fall from your sore and swollen eyes. Dean is on you in an instant, wrapping you in his arms and holding on tight.

“C’mere. You shoulda called us, sweetheart. We’d have been here with you,” Dean’s voice is strong, but it still cracks with emotion. “You didn’t need to do this alone.” You sob into his chest until your legs give way, and he lowers you both to the ground, keeping his arms around you the whole time and settling you onto the floor.

You cling to him with every ounce of strength you have, knuckles going white, afraid that another person you love might leave you. But Dean holds you tighter, shushing you and stroking your back in a desperate bid to calm you down. The sobs only ease and your body stops trembling when he begins to rock you and hum Nothing Else Matters by Metallica in your ear.

John looks on from the doorway, seeming utterly devastated. Not only has he lost his youngest child today, but it's like he knows he’s also lost a part of his daughter-in-law that might not ever come back.

“Come on, darlin’. Let’s get you out of here, huh?” His soft voice floats from somewhere in the distance, but your vision is too blurry from tears and swollen from puffiness to see exactly where. 

Dean places a gentle kiss on your temple and helps you stand on shaky legs. 

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you home. There’s nothing more we can do here.” 

You nod at Dean and let him guide you to his car. 

[sukunasbabymama]

Weird pregnancy cravings pt. 2

⌗ Summary: Their wife having weird pregnancy cravings. Bonten ver.

⌗ Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime, Akashi Takeomi, Kakucho Hitto, Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani.

⌗ Warnings: The cravings, and cursing.

⌗ A/N: My best friend’s mom use to crave for earth when she was pregnant, and apparently it’s common? i-

Request.

Kokonoi Hajime.

Is he judging you all the time? Yes, yes he is.

Does that mean he’s gonna stop giving you what you want? Hell no.

He would even cook it for you if you need it.

“So…” He groans.

“What is it this time?”

“Damn you have to make it look so bad?” You groan and he raises an eyebrow. “Okay, fine, I want an apple.”

“That’s not bad,” He shrugs.

“With toothpaste.”

“Say what now?!” He looks at you with disgust.

“Koko! Don’t look at me like that!” You pout.

“I’m going to go upstairs to look for toothpaste...”

“I love you.”

“… But just so you know, I’m judging you right now.”

You roll your eyes.

Akashi Takeomi.

Doesn’t judge you, because he knows it’s just the pregnancy.

But he would make fun of you.

“Take’” You murmur while he’s making a quick dinner for both of you.

“Yes, love?” He says distracted.

“Can I have peanut butter?” He nods. “With olive oil?”

Pause.

What now?

“Love, what? You… what?” He laughs. “Want me to add some water and make a bottle of juice?”

“I will literally divorce you,” You threaten him.

“Do you want me to add lemon?” He asks softly. You groan.

Kakucho Hitto.

He wasn’t that informed on pregnancy before meeting you and getting you pregnant so he doesn’t know enough to judge.

Probably thinks it’s the most normal thing ever.

Also, rather than weird food, it’s the timing that is weird.

“Kaku? Are you awake? Honey?” You shake him and he’s awake in no time.

“Something’s wrong?” He says in a raspy voice. “What happened, baby?”

“I’m craving quesadillas…” You say shyly.

“Now? Baby it’s 3:26am,” He says looking at the clock.

“I’m sorry,”

“Hey, hey, that’s not something to be sorry about,” You nod, and he pats your head. “Wanna go with me, pretty girl? Make it an adventure?”

You smile, you have the best husband.

Manjiro Sano Mikey.

You don’t ask him to get you your cravings, you ask Sanzu or whoever is your bodyguard for the day, so he doesn’t know that they are as weird as his men say.

Until one particularly night.

He was home earlier than ever and found you watching some show about buying houses. He lays down with you and sighs in content when you start scratching his scalp with one hand while eating gummies with the other.

“Oh! Oh!” You say standing up and going to the kitchen, when you come back you have yogurt on a cup.

Then you start digging the sour gummies on the yogurt before eating them. He’s looking at you with a blank face.

“Is that the way?” He asks.

“It is now.” You say happily. “You want some?”

He shakes his head a little too fast.

Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Doesn’t judge you.

He probably does more weird shit while being high so it’s okay.

But he will definitely make a fuss about it.

“Haru, can I have mushrooms?” You say out of nowhere and he looks at you with a frown.

“No damn drugs for you or my baby,” He says in a sharp tone.

“Bitch what the fuck? I want mushrooms,” He’s still looking at you. “With peanut butter.”

“With what now?” He laughs and you roll your eyes.

“And some jam too, please” He makes a disgusted face.

“My lawyer will be contacting you tomorrow, I want the divorce,” You throw him the pillow you were hugging.

“Get me my damn cravings you fucking dumbass!”

Rindou Haitani.

Does not care.

Or, in reality, won’t make a fuss about it so you don’t feel embarrassed.

“Oh my god, I’m craving pasta,” You were whispering to yourself while walking around the kitchen.

“Uh, I’m making some right now,” He says softly but you shake your head.

“Raw, I want raw pasta, if that’s possible…” You whisper the last part with shyness.

“Of course it’s possible, here,” He opens a new bag of pasta and gives it to you.

“Is that okay?” You ask, because his brother has made more fun of you than him, who actually sees in real time your cravings rather than just hearing about them.

“That’s more than okay, it’s part of the pregnancy and it's half my fault,” You giggle.

Yeah, it takes two to make a baby.

Ran Haitani.

So motherfucking annoying.

He judges you, and makes fun of it.

If it wasn’t because you can match his damn energy, long time ago you would have made him sleep at his brother's house.

“Thank you so much for the food, Rin,” You smile at the younger Haitani who wanted to make dinner for his sister in law.

“No need to thank me, I heard you were craving my pasta,” He says and you nod.

“Oh, Ran, can you please give me the sugar?” You say and your husband looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

But he stands up to get the jar of sugar for you. They gasp when you start putting sugar on your pasta.

“I cannot believe you!” Ran says and you roll your eyes.

“Stop, babe,”

“Brother, let her be,” Rindou says.

“That’s the most disgusting shit I’ve ever seen, and you know I’ve seen some crazy shit when Sanzu goes all out!” He laughs, and you groan.

“Say one more shit and I’ll divorce your ass tomorrow and marry your brother the day after,” You say pointing your fork at him.

He falls silent.

🔖: @saturnmitsuya @melaninnntae @milliumizoomi @keimisan @izvana @haitanigigi @welkinmoongrab @dai-tsukki-desu @yunho-leeknow

[huneekrispee]

"You're kinda cute, y'know?"

Pairing: cc!Sapnap x gn!Reader

Summary: Sapnap's finally done streaming, and all he wants to do is spend time with his baby :]

Warnings: cursing, fluff.

Word Count: 570

A/N: Wow I'm back! Again! Sorry, i'm back to doing online school again and it's really been kicking my ass recently :/ but I'm better now! I feel more motivated and ready to write more! Good morning/afternoon/night! I hope you enjoy reading! Stay hydrated! -Hunee <3

Staring back at the chat in front of him, Sapnap rubbed his eyes. It was going fast like always, due to him being a popular streamer and all. The male raised his arms above his head, stretching them out.

His gaze moved over to the digital clock on one of his monitors. 3:26am. 'Ah fuck.' Closing his eyes, Sapnap let out a groan. He had promised (Y/N) that he would finish up before 2:30, yet managed to go on for an hour more.

Unmuting his mic, Sapnap quickly moved his character in Minecraft into third person, crouching and punching the air.

"Alright guys, I think I'm gonna stop here. It's really late and I feel like I'm gonna pass out soon." The chat quickly filled with 'Okay!', 'Get lots of rest!', 'We love you!', 'Sleep well Sapitus Napitus!' along with a stream of heart emotes.

"Bye chat, see you all soon." His mouse hovered over the 'end stream' button and he quickly clicked it. His twitch setup closed, and Sapnap moved to shut down his computer for the night.

It was time to go to (Y/N).

After his bright monitor turned black from being shut down, Sapnap quickly moved off his chair, going out of his streaming room and into his shared bedroom with his partner.

Quietly closing the door behind him, the young streamer turned around. He softly smiled at the sight in front of him.

There they were. Sleeping on top of the bedsheets, wearing his sweatshirt that they stole earlier because they 'liked how it smelt'. Their phone lay loosely in their hand, indicating that they must have fallen asleep waiting for him to finish his stream.

'What a cutie.'

Sapnap quietly moved towards the bed, softly sitting on it, trying not to disturb his partner.

"Sap? Is that you?'

Mission failed.

(Y/N) stirred, sweater paws coming up to rub the sleep from their eyes. Blinking their eyes open to fully adjust to the low light of the room, they moved to look over at Sapnap, who was laying next to them.

"Yeah. It's me. Sorry for breaking my promise. I went a bit later than I planned on streaming."

His hand moved over to brush a few stray hairs that fell in front of their face. His partner curled into him, burying their head in his chest.

"That's okay."

(Y/N) suddenly sat up, bringing Sapnap with them. They leaned forward, face close with his.

"But now that you're here, we can finally watch that movie we planned on watching earlier!"

Sapnap smiled as he watched his partner frantically move to turn on the TV to put on the movie. They were excitedly rambling about the people in the movie, happy to finally watch it.

After putting on the movie, (Y/N) moved back towards their boyfriend, wrapping their arms around him as they moved their head to watch the movie.

Sapnap quickly reciprocated the action, moving one hand to the back of (Y/N)'s head, softy pushing their head against him, moving them more close to him.

He observed his partner's face, watching as their eyes had stars in them as they continued to watch the movie.

He chuckled, making (Y/N) look up at him.

"What's so funny, Sappy Nap?"

Sapnap moved one of his hands up to Y/N's face, booping their nose lightly.

"You're kinda cute, y'know?"

[huimangseok]

Summary:

You have known Hoseok since freshman year but for some reason never got the chance to hang out. Strangely enough you have a mutual close friend as part of 2 separate inner circles which is Yoongi, who will also play the bridge to your relationship.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Friends (?) to lovers, fluff, (eventual) smut, college au

Warnings: cursing, drinking, fights/arguments, self-doubts, insecurities (ongoing list)

chapters: one , two , hobi pov

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It is currently 3am and you know you have to get up at 6 to get in time for school by 7. It was your college foundation day and you're one of the representatives for your department. Responsibilities include making your department look good in front of the college board and president. And yet, here you are, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, with sleep nowhere in sight.

You stumble upon one Facebook story that caught your attention.

Hoseok is watching the Game of Thrones finale...

You've already finished the last episode when it aired so you know which part he was currently on. Without thinking much, you replied:

Y/n 3:15am: "Did they kiss already?"

Hoseok 3:15am: SPOILER!!!! I wasn't there yet :(

Y/n 3:16am: oh no..

Y/n 3:16am: sorry...my bad :D

Hoseok 3:18: shouldn't you be sleeping already? you'll be late again...

You've been in a few classes together so he knows you have a habit of coming in late to class quite a few times...and so does he. Sometimes you even find each other late at the same time.

Y/n 3:20am: says YOU! shouldn't you be sleeping?

Hoseok 3:21am: well i was trying to catch up on Thrones but I don't think I want to keep watching anymore

Y/n 3:22am: I'll just tell you how it goes lol

Hoseok 3:25am: go to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow

Hoseok 3:26am: whoever comes to school first wins a coffee from the other!

Y/n 3:26am: ok i hope you're ok with instant coffee!

shit why the fuck am I smiling while chatting with him???

Hoseok 3:27am: I want good coffee 😡

Y/n 3:29am: then you better make sure you come to school early! 😘 night!

Read 3:29 am

Putting your phone down, your chest tightens a bit. What was that interaction? Is it the lack of male attention that got you squirming over a short conversation about Game of Thrones and coffee? Is it the geek in you? Whatever it is, it made you put your phone away and close your eyes to try and find your sleep.

You woke up 3 hours later, feeling a bit more excited to go to school than usual. Like you were expecting some kind of surprise and it made you feel giddy inside. It takes you around 30 minutes to get ready since you already prepared everything the night before. While on the bus ride to school you receive a message.

Hoseok 6:45am: don't be late!

You bite your lower lip and fight the smile growing on your face as you typed your reply.

Y/n 6:46am: can't wait for my coffee!!

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Disappointment was evident on your face when you get to the school lobby and it was empty--like you were expecting someone to wait for you there and they didn't show. Nonetheless, you rushed to the courtyard where all the rest of the students were at this point, preparing for the event later in the day. Once you get there, you look around the area, searching for a familiar face when you were disrupted by your best friend, Jungkook.

"Finally! I thought you'd be late again. Come on, we've got so much left to do!!" He whined while dragging you to a table at the corner of your department's area.

"Hey, I'm punctual today. Cut me some slack."

"Yeah, pretty shocking." Jungkook teased with wide eyes which made you smile.

"Okay, where do we begin?"

Time flew by and you didn't have time to even check your phone. The program had started and everyone was hyped up, freshmen going around and introducing themselves to everybody they haven't met yet, seniors basically chilling around and leaving all the work for the sophomores and juniors. Once you had time for a quick break, you pull out your phone, completely forgetting about your bet, you were curious as to why you had a message from Hoseok. Upon reading his chat it all comes back to you.

Hoseok 1:12PM: have you had your lunch already?

Y/n 1:30PM: hi, no. I took a break just now.

Hoseok 1:31PM: do you wanna grab something to eat?

It took you a minute to think of a reply, trying not to overthink the situation. You were never alone in a place with just you and Hoseok, heck, you were never even that close to even eat together. So why was he suddenly asking you to hang out and grabe a bite?

Stop overthinking and just say what you want to say... You thought to yourself.

Y/n 1:33PM: sure, where are you? :)

Hoseok 1:34PM: You really need to be more aware of your surroundings y/n...

You frowned with a smile as you look up from your phone and scanned the area. Not too far from where you were sitting was Hoseok leaning on a lamp post, smirking and waved at you. You could have sworn you felt your chest tightened again at the sight of him.

Y/n 1:36PM: coming ;)

You typed and quickly looked up at him and he subsequently checks his phone to read your reply to which he smiles at his phone then nods at you.

"Hey I'm just gonna go out for a bite with a friend. Want anything?" You ask Jungkook who was busy with whatever game he has downloaded on his phone.

"Hmm maybe a burger? Or whatever you're getting. Thanks!!" He doesn't even bother to look at you but you laugh softly anyways.

"Okay, but please text me if anything happens. I won't be long." Jungkook just nods so you take your bag and make your way to Hoseok, who was watching you walk towards him, not even breaking eye contact.

"Hi." He smiles down at you. Did you ever notice how tall he was? It seems like you never did since you never stood so close to him to realize he was towering over you.

"Hi." You smiled back as you started walking.

"So what coffee are you planning to get me?" Hoseok asks in his teasing voice while fighting a smile. Your eyes were wide in shock as you let out a huff while fighting a laugh as well.

"What???! I totally beat you here today!"

Hoseok takes out his phone and shows you a picture from his gallery. It was a picture of the huge clock in the lobby and it says 6:45AM. The timestamp and date on the picture seconds this proof.

"That is so unfair, you literally live 10 minutes away!" You whined while stomping your feet as you walk.

Hoseok laughs, he finds this side of you, one he's never seen before, really cute. "Rules are rules, Y/n. You're getting me coffee."

"Fiiiine... What do you want?" You accept your defeat.

"Yessss!" Hoseok bites his lower lip as he smiles and playfully wraps your arm around his. You have no idea where you were going but you just follow Hoseok as he leads the way.

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☀︎ Author's note: this is my first time in years trying out writing again. I got so inspired to write recently that I just poured everything out. This might be a slow burn or it might be a quick one. I would definitely love to hear your thoughts on my work! Thank you! 고마워요!

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 7

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

From: fmulder@fbi.gov

Sent: April 21, 1997 8:57am

To: dscully@fbi.gov

Subject: When can I see you again?

[This message has no content]

From: dscully@fbi.gov

Sent: April 21, 1997 9:26am

To: fmulder@fbi.gov

Subject: RE:When can I see you again?

Will you be disappointed if I say this weekend?

From: fmulder@fbi.gov

Sent: April 21, 1997 9:49am

To: dscully@fbi.gov

Subject: RE:RE:When can I see you again?

Yes and no. I respect your desire to take things slow and I’d never want to pressure you to do anything you’re not ready for.

That said, if you told me I could see you today I’d gladly drop everything I’m doing and be there in record time.

From: dscully@fbi.gov

Sent: April 21, 1997 12:13pm

To: fmulder@fbi.gov

Subject: RE:RE:RE:When can I see you again?

I appreciate your enthusiasm. Perhaps down the line we can get together on a weekday. For now, let’s stick to weekends.

There’s something to be said for building anticipation, is there not?

From: fmulder@fbi.gov

Sent: April 21, 1997 1:16pm

To: dscully@fbi.gov

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:When can I see you again?

There is something to be said for building anticipation. Let the record show that I’ve been building anticipation for (checks watch) close to a year now so it’s somewhat of a Taj Mahal situation; a true masterpiece in dedication to a beautiful woman.

From: dscully@fbi.gov

Sent: April 21, 1997 3:27pm

To: fmulder@fbi.gov

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:When can I see you again?

You do realize the Taj Mahal is a mausoleum, right? It’s a bit of a macabre comparison, though I applaud your artful attempt to draw parallels between constructing a 35,000 square foot building and wanting to... (I’ll let you fill in your own blanks there).

From: fmulder@fbi.gov

Sent: April 21, 1997 4:09pm

To: dscully@fbi.gov

Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:When can I see you again?

I’m shocked by your implications, Dr. Scully. I simply enjoy your company.

———

She’s reading over Mulder’s most recent email, grinning like an idiot at the playful banter that’s become the highlight of her workdays, when she hears someone clear their throat. She turns to see a tall brunette woman standing in the doorway of her office, dressed in a brown pantsuit and white knit shirt.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for the pathologist,” she says.

“I’m the pathologist, how can I help you?” Dana replies as she locks the computer and turns her chair to face the woman.

“I’m looking for some information regarding a few autopsies that were performed here a couple years ago, as part of an ongoing investigation.”

“Sure, I can help you with that,” Dana says as she stands and holds out her hand. “I’m Dana Scully, are you an agent?”

“Yes,” the woman replies, taking her hand in a gentle yet authoritative grip. “I’m Special Agent Monica Reyes.” She’s very pretty and has a calming presence that makes Dana like her immediately.

“Come with me, Agent Reyes, and let’s see if we can find what you’re looking for.”

They make their way to the records area where files for the previous five years are stored, and Scully digs through them in search of three specific files that Reyes is looking for.

“Do you work out of the Hoover Building?” Scully asks as she works, making conversation.

“No, actually, I’m a recent transplant from the New Orleans field office. I’m working with VICAP now, helping with ritualistic crimes,” Reyes answers.

Dana cocks a curious eyebrow. “Ritualistic? How so?”

“I have a background in religious studies, but I found my niche in crimes that follow a ritual with origins in spirituality, cult activity, sometimes gang violence. With the prevalence of Hudu, Voodoo and Santeria in the Southeast, I was quite immersed in that at the New Orlean’s field office, but I was transferred here specifically to help with the case I need those files for, which has ritualistic elements.”

Dana nods in understanding, pulling one file free and setting it on top of the cabinet before moving to a different drawer.

“This might sound strange, because we’ve only just met,” Reyes continues, “but I’m surprised someone like you would be in a profession like pathology, especially at the FBI where so many of your patients have met a violent end.”

“Someone like me?” Dana asks, eyeing Reyes skeptically. “What am I like, Agent Reyes?”

“Please, call me Monica,” she says with a soft touch to Dana’s forearm, “I just perceive you as having a very green aura, which tells me you’re someone who is very compassionate and attentive to the needs of others. That would typically make a line of work like this very difficult. Are you a Pisces, by chance?”

Dana stops the movement of her fingers flipping through the file cabinet and turns to look at Monica with a curious doubtfulness.

“Yes. Though you had a little over 8% chance of guessing that correctly,” she says dryly.

“I’m sorry, Dana, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m often told that my read on people is so accurate it’s spooky, but I promise I have no ulterior motives.” Her smile is genuine if not a bit pained, seeing that she’s inadvertently been off-putting.

Dana quirks a little smile. “It’s alright, Monica. I’m not one to reject spookiness outright, though I will admit that I don’t ascribe to most of that...line of thinking.”

She locates the last file and sets it on the stack, and then hands them to Monica.

“I think this is it. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Um, no, not with the files. But, and forgive me for being forward, but would you like to get coffee or lunch sometime?” Monica asks, shifting the folders between her hands nervously.

Scully blushes and opens her mouth to speak. She can’t help but flash back to the first time she met Mulder. Before she can get the words out, Monica speaks again.

“Oh, just as friends, Dana, sorry. I’m realizing how that sounded. I’ve only just recently moved here and VICAP is a bit of a boy’s club. I’m really missing the female friendships I had at the New Orleans office.” Her cheeks are also now pink, and they smile at each other shyly.

“Oh, sure, that sounds nice,” Dana replies. “There’s a little coffee shop a short walk from here that’s easy to get to on a lunch break.”

Monica sighs with relief. “Thank you, here’s my card, why don’t you email me and we can make formal plans.” She hands Scully her business card, which she slips into the pocket of her scrubs.

“I will. Good luck on your case,” she says with a nod towards the folders in Monica’s hands, and they part ways.

[theunnamedplushie]

Prove Myself [1]

Prologue

Original post: here

(A/n)-Alias Name

(d/h/c)-dyed hair color

If you’re here from a miraculous tag, then welcome! If you’re here from an Avengers tag then...sorry, but this story will mostly be Miraculous with Avengers sprinkled in here and there. I’m sorry to disappoint if you came here expecting that but you are more then welcomed to enjoy the story! Once again, I apologize in advance for the cringe. 

(Mostly Miraculous) With what feels like the whole world against you, you run, you run far. With stolen cash and a new identity you rent a place in Paris and settle in for a short stay. But what happens when you befriend a certain baker girl who has a superhero identity?

I was woken abruptly by my head colliding with the bus window, after the bus presumably ran over a bump. “Ow...”, I mumble while I sit up, holding my hand to my head. I look around the bus to see some new passengers and some familiar ones. ‘The mom and her toddler are still here, the two boys in the back are new, one of them looks annoyed at the other’, I think and look out my window and see the dimly lit streets of Paris fly by. ‘At least the pain on my hand and mouth went away...’, I stretch the best I can in my seat, the plane ride before was exhausting. The bus ride was the only time I was relaxed enough to sleep. I should’ve forced myself to fall asleep on the plane. look down at my watch, 8:26 PM. ‘Oh yeah, that’s right, I didn’t adjust my watch yet’, I thought and adjust the time ahead, 2:26AM. I wonder if my face is still red, probably not. “Mommy!”, I heard the little toddler say. I look over and see him tugging his mothers sleeve to get her attention.

With tired eyes, she looks down at her son, “Yes honey?”. “Do you think we see them?”, He asked, bouncing in his seat. He wore ladybug patterned pajamas. He held a doll that was blonde with cat ears. It wore a black outfit with a tail and wore a mask with green eyes. He would throw a fit every time his mom tried to take his doll. “It’s too early to see them, try and get some sleep, honey”, She reasures him. I look back over at the window. I just hope my get away was quiet enough. Every new building I went too I wore a new outfit until I got on the plane, I even switched out my backpack everytime as well. Right now I’m wearing a black t shirt, a grey jacket, blue jeans, sneakers, a hat and sunglasses. I even dyed my hair (d/h/c) on one of my stops. ‘Can’t find me easily if I’m wearing something new every time’, I thought.

‘Keep your head down and blend in as much as possible’, Thanks for the advice, Nat. I didn’t think I’d actually have to use that advice so soon or at all and yet...’, I shake my head, “He chose them and I chose me...Everyone chose their side...that’s all”, I mumble. I over stayed my welcome anyway, I should’ve left sooner then maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much. A person a few seats behind me suddenly broke out in laughter. “Come on dude! The prank on that girl was awesome!”, Some guy exclaimed. “Lyin about bein her soulmate is not funny!”, His buddy responded, english definitely isn’t their first language. “Oh come on, what’s the harm in it? Her face was priceless”, He said. ‘Fucking creep’, I thought in disgust. I heard something rolling closer and suddenly someone plopped down in the seat next to me.

I look over and see a kid a little younger then me. He was dressed in pajamas but wore a heavy jacket and sneakers. He’s the one that looked annoyed earlier. He rolled his luggage in front of himself. Does he not know about the storage space above us? He seems to relax until he looks over at me and jumps in surprise. “Ah! Sorry, I did not know someone was here”, He apologized. He bowed and promptly stood up. “It’s fine, I’d want to get away from your friend too” I tell him and he sits back down. “He is no friend of mine, I just met him on bus”, He says. Suddenly a noise behind us causes us both to look behind us. The boy from before was now sitting behind us. “Go away, Liam”, He said. “I just came over to say I was sorry”, He explained and relaxed in his seat behind me. “Who’s this you found?”, Liam questioned, looking at me. “I’m (A/n)”, I tell him. “Liam Rossi and my buddy hear is Z”, Liam says and clamps his hand down on Z’s shoulder.

“I am Zhang Wei Cheng, not Z”, He said. “Oh right sorry, memory loss, you know. I hit my head real bad while on a trip with my sister recently and the doctors say I’ll have a memory issue for a while”, Liam explained. Why does Cheng sound familiar? “What brings you to Paris, (A/n)?”, Liam asks me. “I’m touring the world before I start school again”, I tell him. “Really? Same thing as Z, small world”, Liam looked over at Zhang. “I am not touring”, Zhang corrects him. “What are you doing in Paris then?”, I asked. “I visit family here”, He says. “And I’m moving back in with my sister”, Liam says. “Didn’t you just say you were on a trip with her recently? How did you leave with that kind of injury in the first place?”, I ask. “Did I? Shit, memory loss again, sorry”, Liam says. “There’s a child here!”, The mother says covering her son’s ears. “Oh shit sorry”, Liam says.

“Anyway, (A/n)? How old are you?”, Liam asked me. “I’m 18”, I tell him and his eyes light up, “I’m 16”, Zhang says as Liam butts in. “Really? Who’s your soulmate then? Let me see your wrist!”, He says and grabs my arm where my stitches are. I yank my arm back and hiss in pain. “Are you ok?”, Zhang asked, looking worried. “Yeah...it’s something stupid”, I answer and Liam butts in again. “Do you not like your soulmate? Don’t worry, that happens a lot. I’m not old enough for mine yet. Be right back, I forgot my stuff in the back”, Liam says. Liam returns to the back of the bus while Zhang and I sigh in relief. “Where is your stop?”, Zhang asked me. “Any where, honestly...”, I confess. Zhang nods. Liam returns with his luggage and sits down behind us. “My stop next”, Zhang says. “Aww then it’s just me and (A/n)”, Liam say. “This is my stop too”, I lie, “Aww, bummer”, Liam said.

The bus comes to a stop and Zhang and I stand up nsync. Zhang wheels his luggage to his side and steps out of the way and waves me towards the doors. I grab my backpack from above, thank Zhang and walk past him and off the bus. There were two people standing there, a man and women. They didn’t appear to be trying to get on the bus, just standing there. I stood a few feet away when I heard Zhang yell. “Cousin Sabine! Mr. Tom!” Zhang runs to the two people, being engulfed in a hug. “Hello Zhang, did you have a safe travel?”, Sabine asked. “Yes I did, I make new friend too, (A/n)”, Zhang says and looks over at me and waves. I shyly wave at them, not excepting this. They both wave back before directing their attention back to Zhang. “Where is Marinette?”, He asked. “She’s sleeping, She’s been so stressed lately. Poor girl needs all the rest she can get”, Tom explains.

I noticed the mother came off the bus, carrying her sleeping son. She began to walk away when I noticed the boy’s doll had fallen to the floor. “Miss!”, I call out. She turns around and I grab the doll. “Your son’s doll, you almost lost it”, I tell her. “Oh my goodness, thank you. He would’ve lost it if he lost Chat Noir”, She says as I hand her the doll. “Chat Noir?”, I asked. “Yes, he’s loves his superheros, he rambled for ages about how he wants to see Ladybug and Chat Noir and get pictures with them. I’m surprised he even fell asleep”, She explained. “My apologies, but I’m new to Paris, who are Ladybug and Chat Noir?”, I asked her. “Oh it’s perfectly fine, they’re paris’ local superheros. People never really hear about them outside of Paris, maybe even France. The Avengers take up all the news about anything related to superheros. It wasn’t until I first started visiting did I hear anything about Ladybug and Chat Noir. That’s all I know, I’m sorry”, She explains.

“It’s fine, thank you”, I tell her. That gives me a little more information then the side of the bus’ poster. When I turned my head I noticed Zhang and his family were gone, presumably home. “Excuse me?”, The mother asked and look back over. “I couldn’t help but notice that you said you didn’t have anywhere to stay, right?”, She asked while readjusting her grip on her sleeping son and his doll. “Yes, why do you ask?”, I respond. “There’s an Inn just behind the local bakery, It’s the cheapest place I can think of for a touring collage student. There aren’t many rooms but not everyone knows about it, I went last year with my son and there was only one other room taken. It’s very nice, just not known. Plus is doesn’t discriminate against a person’s stamp, if that’s what you’re worried about”, She explains, offering a solution. A small cheap discrimination free Inn? I don’t plan to stay here that long so, I don’t see the harm in it. I stole a bunch of cash from Tony but I don’t even know how much money one night anywhere is going to cost. “Ok...lead the way”, I hesitantly say, she nods and starts walking and I follow.

‘Tonight’s colder then I expected’, I thought and hold my jacket closer to my body, ‘I hope the stitches didn’t reopen’. “I’m (A/n)”, I tell her. “I’m Marie and this sleeping bug right here is Ryan”, She tells me. “How long have you been visiting Paris?”, I asked her, catching up to walk next to her. “Almost five years, my brother married the owner of the Inn, sweet woman. I always try to visit every year”, She says, “What made you decide Paris was worth a visit?”. “The beautiful scenery.”, I tell her. Marie nods and looks up slightly, “It’s going to rain soon “, She says. “You can smell rain?”, I asked. “Yeah but only a few minutes before it starts”, She explains. Silence fell between us both so all we heard were our shoes hitting the pavement with everystep. Soon enough, Marie tells us we’ve arrived. I look over and see a sign in the window, Anna’s Inn.

I pull the door open and let Marie walk in first and follow after. “Marie!”, an excited voice exclaimed. I look over and see a smiling middle aged women holding a blue binder. She puts the binder down and hurries around the counter to greet Marie and Ryan. “Oh it’s wonderful to see you and Ryan again!”, She says and pulls Marie into a bone crushing hug, being cautious of Ryan. She sounds southern, what is she doing here? Marie returns the hug the best she can. “Hello again, Anna. How are you and Justin?”, She asked. “Oh we ‘re doin’ wonderful! How ‘bout you and your husband?”, Anna asked. I feel awkward standing here while these two talk. “We’re fantastic, Oh! Anna, this is (A/n)”, Marie says, directing the attention on me. “Wonderful to meet you, Sugar. I’m Anna. Looking for a room as well?”, She asked. “Yes, Ma’m”, I tell her.

“Wonderful, just wait a moment and I’ll help ya in a second”, She says and walks behind the desk. “This is the busiest I ever seen my Inn”, She says almost ecstatic and opens the binder for Marie to write in. Marie grabs a near by pen and starts to write in it. Anna goes into a near by drawer and takes a key and hands it to Marie. Marie takes it and turns to me. Much like a school girl gossiping, she whispers, “Five and six are the best rooms. Just saying”. She turns back around and walks up the near by flight of stairs. Are those the higher rooms? I walk up to the desk and see pages filled with names and numbers. “Just write down ya name, room and date”, She explains, pointing out where I write what. (A/n) Summers, Room six, May 8th, 2016, I write. “Great choice Sugar”, Anna tells me and notices my bandaged wrist. Feeling embarrassed, I pull my sleeve over it before she could ask.

“I’m so sorry for starin’, Sugar. I’ll get ya ya key”, She says and opens a near by drawer. “...Marie said you’re soulmates with her brother?”, I asked, trying to change the subject. She hands me my room key, it had a ‘6’ key chain hanging from it. “Yeah, I am. He’s asleep right now in our room. I work nights and he works days, I insisted to work nights. Only time I get peace and quiet around here”, She says and I giggle at her answer. “Now don’t forget sugar, rent’s due at the end of the month. I won’t accept any late payments, ya hear?”, She asked. “Yes ma’m”, I nod. “Alright, Sugar, enjoy the rest of ya night”, Anna says. “You too, Anna”, I tell her and walk up the stairs. ‘She seems nice’, I thought. I hurried to my room, which I now regret choosing the top floor.

Making it to the forth floor, I let out a sigh of relief. I find the single door on this floor and notice a ‘6’ painted on it. Yep, this is my room. Four flights of stairs for my own floor, I guess that’s worth it. I unlock the door and walk in. There’s a small kitchen area with a table, a bedroom like area and a second door, presumably the bathroom. There’s also a half wall in front of the bed. So people can’t see the bed from the door, I guess. There’s a balcony in here. The curtains were pulled over it. I drop my backpack down on the dresser and kick my shoes off. ‘Two weeks’, I thought and put the wrist watch on the nightstand. I flop onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling. ‘Two weeks, then I’m out...’, I think before sighing. ‘Is this forever?’, I think, ‘Running? Just running...from everyone?’, I thought. It’s only a matter of time...before what? Either get found and jailed or...No, I don’t want to think that. I just need a plan, one that keeps me moving...