#and i was planning on having another ramen cup for dinner tomorrow which i will ALSO make spicy

[maddiemuu]

do i finish off my pasta tonight or do i save it for lunch tomorrow and have dumplings instead... hmmmmm.....

[dying4bonez]

Day 10

Breakfast

M&Ms-50

Date-50

Breakfast bar-205

Coffee-165

Lunch

Gyoza-220

Dinner

Ramen-520

Head empty no major thoughts today.

Wait tomorrow I’m going on a trip with a uni society that I’m a member of and it’s to another city which means we have to eat together :(

Plan of action:

Well I’m gonna have to fast the whole day since I won’t be able to count calories :D

My morning coffee a must. Well actually the morning coffee is a whole other topic that needs to be addressed. Aside: the reason why my morning coffee is so high in calories is that it’s a routine that I’ve developed over the years that I CANNOT live without. Every morning starts with a large cup of hot water followed by my coffee. The coffee must have soy milk and that soy milk has to be specifically from the brand alpro. I have found that it his is the only way I can consistently poop almost everyday for a number of years despite eating small amount of food. I guess you could call it a safe food it is the only part of my day that I genuinely have no problem with the calories in my coffee don’t scare me in fact I deem them absolutely necessary. Can’t have my coffee black other wise my hack doesn’t work

Anyways back to the issue at hand. As I was saying from now until dinner tomorrow I’ll be fasting (minus the coffee of course) and while at the restaurant I’ll try to eat as little as possible without looking suspicious. I can’t believe I won’t know the calories fuck my life.

It’s a good thing that days 11 and 12 are fasts of some sort so that should negate what ever poisons I will have to ingest tomorrow :( also another positive is that the remaining days on this diet are less than 1000 so I can slowly force my self to low restrict again kinda excited

Okay bye queens

[babybottlepop96]

Hikaru Hitachi in x Fem!Fujioka!Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: smut after the time skip. Nothing to much but it's there so you have been warned.

A/n: OHSHC was the very first anime I watched and it's what got me into anime in the first place. So here some Host Club Smut for ya!

It was like any normal day in the life of a commoner. School, work, clean, cook, downtime, sleep, repeat. So when the weekend came and Haruhi would be home to help out and you actually had a day off from work, the two of you just relaxed. She told you all about the host club's wacky adventures that day and you couldn't help but giggle and the way she described Tamaki. You never met the guy, but you could tell he had something for your older twin. It was so obvious, but as smart as Haruhi is, she was completely oblivious. And from you gathered from all the stories, he was too. "How about I make us some lunch Haru?" You said standing. 

"I'll come with you! I haven't cooked much since I started Ouran and it will be fun to make something together!" She smiled and you smiled back.

"I'd love that!" The two of you made your way to the kitchen and began preparing when someone knocked on the front door.

"I'll get it." Haruhi said and left while you continued to grab stuff to make some homemade ramen. You noticed the lack of food and ingredients in the kitchen and made a mental note to go to the market later. "Uh, (y/n)? You know how you asked me to keep out of the host club's crazy antics?" Haruhi asked while standing nervously in the doorway.

"Yeah?" You turned around slowly, not really liking how she was talking.

"They're here." You froze. You didn't want to be a distraction for your sister or to get caught up in anything related to the host club because you had too much work to do. You had to help keep the house clean and prepare food and actually work a job to help out around the house. You didn't have time to get caught up in some crazy plans to get two children together or go to the beach and flirt with people. Not that you knew that would happen but you knew it could've been a possibility.

"Oh, okay. I'll make some tea!" You said with a smile. Just because you weren't interested in the rich guys your sister became friends with didn't mean you were going to be a rude host. Wow… host.. weird. You quickly made some of your special tea you bought. It was more expensive but it tasted amazing and you only used it for special occasions. You carried a tray of cups with the tea along with some milk, sugar and honey just in case if they wanted to put it in. "I made tea." You smiled as you walked into the living area to see everyone sitting on the floor�� try to conserve space? 

The group of boys turned to look at you and their eyes widened. "You look just like Haru-Chan! But more girly!" A small blonde boy, Hani you assumed from the descriptions Haruhi gave you, spoke and smiled. 

"Identical!" The orange hair twins, Hikaru and Karou?, Spoke. 

"Haruhi? Who is this?" The tall blonde with a slight french accent asked.

"This is (y/n) my sister. My… twin…. Sister." That's when all hell broke loose. Arms being flung around and crying? Were they crying?!

"Haruhi! How could you not tell us you had a twin!?"

"She is so cute!"

"Daddy has two daughters now!!!"

"Hm."

"I knew all along." Many voices spoke and it was giving you a headache.

"If you could all just calm down, maybe we could talk like normal humans?" You spoke after, surprisingly, successfully setting the tray of tea cups on the table. So everyone quieted down and that when you began to answer the questions. "Both Haruhi and I got accepted into Ouran, but I chose to not go because one of us needed to help dad with bills and food and keep the house clean. Both of us would have been hard on money and one of us needed to stay. So I decided I would since I didn't get as high a score as Haruhi and she has more of a reasonable life goal than I do. So it was only fair if I let her go to the best school they had to offer. Yes I am the younger twin, but only by a few minutes." And so on and so forth. When you heard everyone's stomachs rumble, you realized that no one had eaten lunch yet. "I'll go to the market and grab stuff for some stew or something." You stood and grabbed your jacket and slipped on your shoes.

"I'll come with you." Haruhi stood and you stopped her. 

"Your friends are here, you should stay." You smiled and she gave you a sad smile back

 She knew you didn't have time for friends since taking on a job along with doing school and cleaning and everything to help out. You left and headed to the market when suddenly someone came up beside you. 

"Hey." They said and you turned to see one of the twins.

"Hello, Hikaru. What are you doing here?" I asked and he looked wide eyes at you for a moment before speaking.

"I thought you could use some company."

"I see, well, you know the rest better than I do. What kind of food does everyone like?" You asked. 

"Stew is fine. Any kind really." He shrugged. The two of you walked in silence for a moment.

"She never told us she had a twin." He finally spoke after you two had left with the bags from the market.

"I know. I didn't want it to distract her from her studies and to be honest, I didn't want to get any attention from you guys either. She talks very highly of all of you, but I heard stories about Tamaki. Daddy? Is he like…. One of THOSE guys?" You asked and he laughed.

"I don't think Boss even knows what a boner is. Much less how to actually kiss someone or even think that being called daddy is a kink." The two of you laughed and joked around the whole way home.

TIME SKIP (A FEW MONTHS LATER)

"H-Hikaru." You whimpered inside the dark closet. You and Haruhi were invited to the Suoh estate for a small party, which is how you ended up playing one hour in heaven. How you ended up with Hikaru inside the closet. His lips trailed soft sweet kisses down your neck, he was on a hunt. Looking for that spot that made you melt, and when he found it, boy did he abuse it.

"You're just so beautiful, (y/n)." He kissed your lips again gently. "So incredibly beautiful." He kissed you again but with more passion. "Your fun *kiss* your smart *kiss* and you are just so kind. I can't hold myself back any longer." He looked into your eyes, lips only millimeters apart. 

"Then don't." You whispered. And that's when he attacked your lips in a bruising kiss. Hands tangled in hair and clothes being thrown around the decent sized closet. Every inch of your skin and his were left out in the open for each other to explore. "Let's.. let's try something." You breathed out and he nodded for you to go ahead. You laid him down on his back and proceeded to straddle his face, facing his dick. He grabbed your hips and pulled you down to his face and began to lick a stripe from your clit to your ass. You moaned as you leaned down to take him into your mouth, you couldn't see what he looked like in the dark but fuck he was thick and long. He began to suck on your clit again, causing you to moan around his cock, which he involuntarily bucked his hips a bit. He moaned and you felt it go straight to your core. You came pretty quickly and he didn't waste a single drop. 

Suddenly you found yourself on your back and he attacked your lips once again. He suddenly slammed into you and you cried out in pain. "Oh, oh my God I'm so sorry! I.. I'd isn't realize that your were a-"

"It's okay! Really, just… give me a minute." He nodded and gave you a sweet passionate kiss. Only when you bucked your hips a bit, a silent plea for him to move, did he move. The room was then filled with sweet moans and groans from the two of you. You came another three times before his hips began to get sloppy.

"I.. I'm gonna-" he didn't have time to do anything before he released himself inside of you. "Oh fuck! I'm so sorry!" You pulled him down to kiss him.

"It's okay. It's okay." 

"Will you please be my girlfriend, (y/n)?"

"No, I only fucked you and gave you my virginity because I don't want to go out with you." The two of you laid there for a second before you two laughed.

"So, tomorrow night? Dinner and cuddles?"

"You bet that ginger of yours there will be cuddles."

[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober #13: can we always be this close? - Mirio Togata

In which you and Mirio spend a very romantic birthday evening together.

Characters: Mirio Togata / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) Quirkless Mirio, aged up characters, fluffy smut, fluffy fluff, this is tooth-achingly syrupy, with the barest edge of heartfelt angst. Boxed-birthday cake sweet.

Notes: It’s my birthday today. This is extremely feelsy and self-indulgent. I offer no apology.

Title inspired by this song.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Are you almost ready? Seriously gonna explode out here.”

You’re putting the last finishing touches on your hair as Mirio knocks on the bathroom door. Bless his heart, he’s been nice enough to give you full reign of the bathroom for the last hour and a half for the sake of your big reveal when you’re finally ready to go.

But you know Mirio well- big heart, small bladder.

“I’m coming!” You promise. “Thirty seconds and I’m outta here.” You take one last spritz of hairspray through your style, tousling the strands gently with your fingers. Then you unplug your styling tools, smooth on your favourite lipstick (the one that makes you look ‘the most kissable,’ according to Mirio) and pivot toward the door.

Your fingers hover over the handle for an instant. You take a deep breath.

When you pull the door open, Mirio’s standing directly on the other side of it. He looks polished as hell in a pair of well-fitting dark wash jeans and a turtleneck sweater that you bought him last winter. Your heart goes squish as you brace one hand in the frame of the door and watch his expression light at the sight of you.

“Aw, man,” he hums. His eyelashes flick downward as he takes you in. You’re dressed in the same fashion that he is- casual but polished, in a way that makes you feel the most comfortable and beautiful in your own skin.

“You sure it’s not my birthday?” He reaches for you, pulling you closer by the wrist. “’Cause lemme tell ya, that was worth waiting for.” He leans down and goes for a kiss, ducking sideways at the last moment to catch the corner of your mouth instead.

“Get in there,” you giggle, gently brushing past him and ushering him into the bathroom. “I’m hungry.”

Tonight’s dinner is something that Mirio insisted on. While the company you work for normally gives you a day off for your birthday, this year, yours happened to fall in the middle of the week. You decided to defer your day off until Friday, giving you a long weekend to enjoy instead. It means you still had to work on the actual day, but… you don’t mind. Not when Mirio’s been treating you like a princess from the moment you woke up.

He even stopped by your office earlier to drop off your favourite takeout for lunch. All your coworkers know him- he visits you at work a lot- and they’re completely smitten. You can’t help but adore how likeable he is, even if it tries your envious nerve every once in a while.

Your friends joke that he’s more like a golden retriever than a partner. But you know it goes both ways. You would do anything in the world for him.

You hold hands on the train like a new couple all over again, leaning against the doors and kissing between stops. You don’t care who sees. Mirio’s thrilled to be getting away with so much PDA. And when your stop finally comes up, you’re still grinning as you tug him onto the platform.

He takes you to your favourite restaurant, a ramen place downtown. You get potato dashi ramen, which comes with chewy egg noodles and a scoop of sour cream. It’s like a baked potato in a bowl of noodles. You know it’s not exactly the romantic evening that most couples would have planned, but there’s nothing that brings you more joy than cozying up in a little table by the window and slurping away on hot broth and noodles with Mirio smiling across at you.

As you’re finishing up, a slice of white chocolate cheesecake with a sparkler (and two forks) comes to your table. Mirio swears he had nothing to do with it, but he adores embarrassing you on your birthday. And the sparkle behind his navy gaze is a dead giveaway.  

It’s not until after you’ve both scraped the plate clean and you’re holding hands across the table that you decide to forgive him.

He’s brushing his thumb over your ring finger, toying back and forth with the sparkly diamond that sits there.

“Y’know,” he muses, “I was actually planning on saving that for tonight.”

You’re resting your chin in your other hand, but that doesn’t stop you from grinning. “Really?”

He nods, licking his lips to hide an indulgent smile. “I carried that thing around in my pocket for weeks. But then, when you said there was gonna be an eclipse…” He trails off and shrugs, smiling brighter. “It’s like it all fell into place.”

A couple of weeks ago, the moon fell into the Earth’s shadow for the first time in years. It was a beautiful clear night and just warm enough that the two of you could climb to the roof of your apartment building and huddle together under a couple of blankets.

It was there, under the dim glow of the eclipsed moon, that he’d dropped to one knee and promised you forever. To you, it was a complete surprise.

You’re still moony about it now. If you close your eyes, you can picture every single detail. But when you open them again, the look on Mirio’s face is not so different as he admires you across the table.

“It was perfect,” you told him. “That night was perfect.”

He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your ring. “C’mon,” he mumbles. “Let’s get outta here.”

He takes you home and skirts you in the front door. Your apartment is still dark when he strokes your cheeks and kisses you, lingering and sweet in the hallway.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers to you, soft and vulnerable in the low light.

“I love you,” you murmur, holding him tight. He gets like this sometimes. He’s lost so much, it’s easy to imagine you slipping through his fingers, too. You know he’s trying hard not to let it show tonight but you’re not about to let that stop you. You reach for him, cupping his cheek and pulling his shadowy gaze to yours.

“Hey,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he huffs, stealing another kiss as he scoops you into his arms. He whisks you into the bedroom, laying you across the sheets. He flicks on the lamp by your bedside and it casts a warm blanket of light across your body.

His weight descends on top of you and you catch yourself thinking if this is it, if nothing comes after this life with him, I’ll be okay.

He strips you down, piece by piece, kissing every inch of the skin he’s exposing. Every moment you spend together feels precious- you’ve both been reminded, time and time again, how quickly it can all be stolen from you. Not this, you pray when the night is at its darkest, take anything, but let me have him.

“Let me love you,” he whispers to you, sliding down your bare body, “with everything I have tonight.”

He loops his arms under your thighs, nuzzling the soft skin where your leg joins your body. His eyes stray to your face as he licks up your slit. He watches you sigh, watches you shiver, watches you fall.

But he’s always there to catch you.

He licks until you’re begging him to stop and comes back to you bare. His body is strong and sculpted but scarred, serving as a solemn reminder of the life he was forced to give up. Just another dream that had been stolen from him.

But you, the life that you’re capable of building together- that’s become his new dream. He’s promised to love you completely. He wants to raise your children. He wants to build you a home. Maybe he’ll never save a million souls, but if he can bring you happiness, if he can be good for you, that’ll be enough.

When you’re finally ready for him, he keeps his body as close to yours as possible while he pushes inside you. One of his hands grips your thigh, but the other is intertwined with yours, smoothing across the bedsheets as his thumb strokes your knuckles.

He’s steady and strong, but tender as a lamb, whispering his love for you as he fucks you slow and rhythmic. You clutch at his back and grab his ass, urging his rhythm forward. But he keeps it easy until he can’t take it anymore.

And when he breaks, he breaks hard.

He thrusts into you with a brutal rhythm, letting all the words die between you. The harsh breath that you share is punctuated by the slap of his thighs against yours. He slips a hand between your bodies, driving you to the edge one more time- whimpering and sighing and quivering through your climax- before he can’t hold out and slips into ecstasy alongside you.

When he loses himself against you, you hold him tight and savour every moment. The tremor of his thighs against yours. The way his voice jumps from his chest to his throat as his expression scrunches into one of sheer ecstasy. The spill of sloppy warmth inside you-sinfully satisfying. But more precious than anything is the way that he collapses on top of you and peppers slow, sweaty kisses across your skin before he’s ready to pull out.

When he finally rolls off of you, you’re quick to shift onto your side, reaching for him. You wind your arms around one another, and he draws you in close, letting you rest your chin on top of his head as your legs tangle.

“Happy Birthday,” he mumbles into your neck, for only the dozenth time that day. You close your eyes and try to suppress your laugh, but you know he can feel it vibrating in your chest.

“What a time to remind me,” you tease. “I’m getting old.”

“Oh!” He bolts upright, suddenly alert. “Your present, baby.”

“No way. Give it to me tomorrow,” you hum. “I’m not letting you out of bed.”

“But…” He turns back to you, pouting. “I can’t give it to you a day late. That’s like… like I missed it.”

“How about…” you trail off, “I open it first thing in the morning. You’ll know and I’ll know. Nobody else will. Please? I’m so comfy.”

Satisfied, he settles down again. This time it’s your head he tucks under his chin, kissing the top of your head.

Later that night, moments from sleep, you feel him stir in your arms. He kisses your head again, wraps his fingers gently around your palm. You don’t move.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers to you. “I’m the luckiest man in the world, y’know that?”

You drop off a few minutes later in total peace. It’s not something you ever thought you would have, but… with him, it comes as easy as the morning.

[teannamon]

Why Do You Think This Would Work? Ch1 [ Taichihaya ]

They should have known that fake dating never goes according to plan. 

In which Mashima Taichi doesn't want to be bothered by his mother's prospects anymore and Ayase Chihaya hates her sister's attempts of finding her a boyfriend.

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Today was an especially stressful day for Mashima Taichi. He was supposed to clock in early from the hospital but as soon as his shift was about to end one of his patients went into cardiac arrest.

‘Ah I can never get used to emergencies like that’ he thought as he laid on his couch.

Just as he was getting comfortable, his cellphone rang which surprised him. He sat back up and picked up the phone from the coffee table next to him.

“Hello?”

“Ah Taichi, didn’t you read my texts?”

He sighed as he heard his mother, Mashima Reiko, on the other end. As tempted as he is to end the call right then and there, he wouldn’t dare get an angry visit from her instead.

“No, I had to attend to an emergency at the hospital a while ago” he explained “I just got home, what is it?”

“Well there’s a charity gala Mr. Ichido is hosting tomorrow night, maybe you could attend with your father and, you know, mingle with the people there at least”

“Why should I? I don’t have any interest in dad’s company, why aren’t you asking Rika?” he inquired, even though he has an idea of what Reiko is hinting at.

“She’s coming, that’s already a given” there was a small pause before she continued “Mr. Ichido’s daughter is coming to the gala, the one who just came back from the states, maybe you can tour her around Tokyo before she goes back after a week”

‘I knew it’ he said to himself. Ever since he graduated from Todai and immediately got a job as a doctor at the University’s same hospital, Reiko thought she wouldn’t need to worry about her son anymore.

To what she thought that her son would settle down with a woman as successful as he is, she slowly grew worried each day her son doesn’t call her to tell her about a doctor or businesswoman he’s going to marry someday. So for a year now, she’s been trying to connect him with the women in the families they’re connected with so it can ease her anxiety at least.

But Mashima Taichi has been a stubborn bastard ever since he was born.

“Not interested,” he answered coldly and Reiko just had enough of him rejecting every prospect she’s practically thrown at him.

"And why not? Again! might I add"

'This is getting really old' he rubbed his temples trying to calm himself down thinking of another half-assed excuse of not being ready. She was not yet finished talking though.

"And here I thought I can leave you alone to your devices after you've made it as a successful doctor, I can't believe you're making me worry over something you're supposed to have done a long time ago. Up until now I feel as if you’re waiting for me to push you into things that are good for you"

Now Taichi had enough, it's one thing for her to be critical of him being the best but for her to basically call him a dependent idiot is another thing.

"Well haven't you considered that maybe I am dating someone already without your approval?!"

She was taken aback and a million thoughts ran through her head, 'When? How? Who is it? Has she met her before?' But before she could get a word in he ended the call.

"If that's all, good night mom"

After that exchange he went back to lying down on his couch when his phone rang again.

"What?!"

"Ah!" The voice on the other end was startled by his loud reply.

Chihaya nearly dropped her phone when Taichi answered it a little too loudly for her delicate ears.

“Is everything ok, Taichi? What happened?”

“Oh Chihaya, sorry about that” he sighed as he relaxed at her voice on the other end, expecting it to be from his mother.

“It’s fine but could you let me in? I’ve been knocking for the last few minutes and you weren’t answering. I even brought you Daddy Bear Ramen and Snowmaru Ice cream on the way here” she whined as she banged her fist on his apartment door one last time.

Taichi opened the door as he pocketed his phone, “Geez you really are still a kid sometimes, you know that?”

Ignoring his comment, Chihaya walked inside the apartment like she owns the place. Ever since she’s gotten the job as a teacher at Mizusawa High last year, right after getting the Queen title, she’s been in and out of his place because, (a) it's the closest place she can stay at after late nights training at the society and (b) Taichi can drive her to school the next day.

He locked the door behind him as he went to the kitchen where Chihaya most definitely headed to.

Sure enough she’s already filled the instant ramen with hot water and is putting the ice cream in his mini fridge.

“So what crazy limited edition food did you manage to grab this time?” he asked while opening his share of the ramen, looking at the silly Daddy Bear artwork plastered on it.

“If you must know, I found these two at the very back of the shelf at the nearby konbini” she gestured to the two cups of ramen on the table “Can you believe how lucky I was!”

At that instant, Taichi checked the label on the cup to make sure it wasn’t expired. “Thank god you actually checked the labels this time before buying”

“Hey! That was one time ok” she retorted.

“Yeah sure it is” he teased as he took in a mouthful of noodles.

“Keep talking like that and I won’t let you near my Snowmaru Vanilla Ice Cream!” she pointed with her chopsticks.

“Which you stored in MY freezer?”

Chihaya groaned and grumpily ate her ramen.

The rest of their dinner went by as usual, Chihaya telling him how the karuta club they started has been doing so far under her care, her school day activities, and how her training at the Shiranami Society went that night.

Taichi almost forgot about his altercation with his mother that early evening until Chihaya brought up a topic that he’s not particularly fond of but listens to anyway.

“I can’t believe she tricked me into another blind date! I was excited to see her new commercial at the mall when she actually invited me into a double date” she said, a little bit frustrated and exhausted.

Ever since she became Queen last year, she’s been the center of attention of some men in the karuta community and even those outside of it. Her sister, Chitose, then saw an opportunity to play matchmaker with her sister so she can see her have a relationship outside of karuta.

And Mashima Taichi was both scared and relieved. Scared to see Chihaya having a relationship with another person and relieved to see her mature enough to finally fully understand what romantic gestures and relationships are.

It is no secret that Taichi always bore feelings for Chihaya, everyone at Shiranami knows, all their friends from their karuta club knows, Wataya Arata knows, his sister knows, except Chihaya.

“At this point, I might just fake date with the next person she throws at me to get it over with” she half-joked while taking another scoop of her ice cream. “Then everybody is happy, right?”

He inwardly panicked, even a fake relationship is risky, especially for someone like her. They might take advantage of her and they don’t know her like he does. It's not like they can keep up with her antics and airheadedness.

Without even thinking he blurted out, “Just pretend you’re dating me then”

Chihaya stopped midway with her scoop of ice cream, and looked like she’s processing what Taichi just said.

She was silent for a while and he realized what he just said, and just as he was about to brush it off as a joke she slammed her hands on the table a little too hard it shook and spilled the melted contents of her small bowl.

“Taichi! You are a genius!”

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NEXT CHAPTER

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First Chihayafuru fic, hehe... uploaded to both AO3 and FFNet, based on a random fake dating prompt I saw and I was instantly thinking “Taichihaya” so yeah here ya goo

[dragonpigeons]

Roommates Part 2

Tags/warnings: Deku x Reader, Deku x Self-insert, Slowburn, SFW, Aged-Up Characters, Roommates AU, Pro Hero Deku, Deku thirst. Other characters to be added in future parts including OCs.

Summary: Riida gets an idea over Deku’s eating habits. Also pizza. Word count: 1959

A/N: Thanks to everyone who read Part 1 :) Here’s Part 2, enjoy! Part 3 is out on my Patreon 🎉

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Your room was your haven to be free to express yourself. And by expressing yourself that really meant expressing your love for Deku in every corner possible. You had a shelf full of his figurines. The walls were covered in his posters. Your bed covers had his face on. Your deku hug pillow took up one half of your bed along with all the chibi Deku cushions and plushies. And, of course, you had a few Deku hoodies, sweaters, scarves and socks in the closet, not to mention all the Deku charms adorning your Deku bag. You even had a pair of Deku undies stuffed in the back of your drawer which your friends jokingly gifted you for your birthday and which you deliberately chose to forget about.

In short, you were a massive fan of the pro hero. Your love for him extended into the online world where you were a top member of his fanclub and often enjoyed seeing any news about him. The fanclub was the reason for your private collection of images and videos of him in your hard drive and phone. You were often teased for your Deku passion but you didn't really care. What you felt for him was simply admiration as a fan.

So then why, for the past few days, have you been so nervous, and why, on this morning, were you hiding around the corner from where Deku was doing his morning workout?

The answer was this - he was topless yet again but this time he was doing handstand press ups. When you came to the doorway, you were met with a full frontal assault of his back, rippling with glorious muscles. It took everything in you not to scream.

So you dove round the corner to gather yourself, feeling like some higher being was testing you. Your entire face was burning, your chest was palpitating. You never thought in a million years that you would become this way around your favourite hero. Sure, you had imagined meeting him at a signing event or something, but those were very casual and very quick to get it done and over with. There wouldn't be time to feel anything other than a short burst of joy at meeting your idol. Not to mention he'd be fully clothed too and not half as hormone-inducing.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before emerging into the kitchen.

"Hey," Deku's eyes lit up when he noticed you, pausing his workout for a moment, "I put the kettle on just before so it should still be hot."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

You ate your breakfast in silence purposely avoiding Deku's sweaty physique, lest you risk giving yourself heart palpitations. He was very dedicated to the cause though. You wondered about his morning habits.

"How early do you get up to do your workout?" you decided to ask him.

"Pretty early!" said Deku, perking up at being asked a question by you. "Around 5am? Sometimes 5.30 if I want a bit of a lie in."

You raised your eyebrows. You couldn't help but be impressed. "Do you work out everyday?"

"Yeah. Except Sundays. They're my days off. It's bad to overwork your body. But I like doing them because it clears my mind for the day ahead."

"I see. Being a pro hero must be quite stressful."

"Not more than any other job, I imagine."

You had your doubts that a pro hero went through the same stresses as someone with an office job but you let it slide.

"What made you choose to live here?" you asked.

"Simple, really. One, I like the space where I can do my daily workouts. And two, it's in a secluded location where I can afford to get some privacy.”

You found you agreed with his reasonings. The apartment was very spacious given the okay price of the rent and it was out-of-the-way from more popular areas. You personally liked it because it meant quiet nights and humble surroundings.

“Oh, by the way,” continued Deku, “don't tell anyone I live here. The landlady knows and she's signed a confidentiality contract. So yeah, if you were thinking of bringing a boyfriend over or-- just let me know and I’ll stay out of the way."

"I don't have a boyfriend," you corrected him.

"Really?? But, you're so pretty. I thought you would have one for sure."

You almost spat out your food, suddenly hit by that bombshell out of nowhere. It was fortunate Deku had his back to you. Your face was burning red hot and there was no way you could face him at the moment. You decided to steer the conversation another way, clearing your throat, "Would I need to sign a confidentiality contract too?"

"Huh? Oh, er, maybe. I'll talk to my agent about it."

Deku finished his reps and hit the shower.

And you went to work with your face almost permanently red for the whole day any time you thought about his pretty compliment. And you thought about it pretty often.

---

Deku installed a pull-up bar the next morning. He had a black sleeveless top on this time but that did nothing to detract from his bulging arms. Furthermore, he looked good in black. Not that you hadn't seen pictures of him in black before, but combined with pull-ups and it was a knockout sight.

You stuttered as you greeted him good morning.

"Good morning!" Deku greeted back jovially. "What's for breakfast today?"

"Toast. And jam," you replied, deliberately opening your fridge.

"And drink?"

"Just a glass of milk."

"You're always so healthy in your meals," appraised Deku warmly.

"I try," you shrugged, "but sometimes I can't resist a ramen cup or a pizza takeout."

"I get you," said Deku, in a way that was like he was proverbially nodding his head, "nothing like a good pizza to satisfy a craving."

You were spreading jam on your toast when Deku suddenly said, "Hey, I know - let's have pizza tonight!"

"P-pizza?"

"I've been craving it lately and then you happened to mention it. Perfect timing, right? How about it?"

And that was how you ended up sharing two large pizzas with the No.1 Hero several hours later after he got back from work. He even went the extra mile and got dessert and cola too.

You enjoyed your pizza, savouring the taste. Next to you, it seemed Deku was enjoying a whole lot more, cramming it all into his mouth like no tomorrow.

"This is so good," said Deku with his mouth full.

"Mm, yes," you agreed, finishing a slice.

"I haven't eaten since 10."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," Deku wolfed down two slices in one go. "Was busy with a train incident."

You recalled seeing on the news how a villain group boarded a running freight train, wanting to take the cargo for themselves. Deku managed to stop the group in their tracks with the help of a few pro heroes. The whole thing caused a mess for many passenger trains though and services became delayed. Deku and the other heroes had to sort out the chaos working together with the authorities.

You stared at Deku, asking out of concern, "Do you often skip lunch?"

"I mean, yeah. I'm pretty busy with stuff. It's not just the patrol stuff, there's also all the paperwork and side gigs too. But that's why I like to go all out when it comes to dinner--" He finished his entire 18" diameter pizza by himself in five minutes flat. You watched as he downed a two-litre bottle of cola in one sitting too. A trail escaped from the corner of his mouth and slid down his throat, bobbing over his adam's apple. You quickly turned back to your pizza feeling warm all of a sudden. It was probably the jalapenos, you told yourself.

"Hey, do you mind if I have an extra slice?" Deku eyed your pizza box which was still two-thirds full.

"Sure, have as many as you want. I won't be able to eat all that anyway."

"Really?? Thanks so much!"

Deku gorged himself generously on your leftovers. You had to wonder, if he was skipping meals, was he really holding up the best he can? "It seems bad that you're skipping meals as a pro hero, to be honest," you admitted out loud.

Deku nodded somberly, "I know but I can't turn my back on those who need help to go and fill my stomach.”

You personally disagreed with the pro hero. No job was worth risking your own health, even one as well spotlit as his. You were sure other fans would agree, some even commenting their observations on how Deku was looking on the thinner side lately. A little idea started to form in your head which you would check out the next day.

---

The Deku Fanclub forums were lively as usual this evening with all the banter and discussions surrounding the hero himself. There were some truly diehard fans, bordering on obsessive stalker-ness, who provided endless entertainment and 'exclusive' pictures of the green-haired man out and about. Sometimes they got him on his way to the gym. Sometimes he was caught in action. Sometimes it was a shot focusing heavily on his butt. And that wasn't even the worst of it, but you were there for something else.

You clicked on one thread which caught your eye. It was about Deku's eating habits. Many theorised and agreed that he was eating at least three meals a day and snacking on lots of fruits and protein bars in between. One Deku Diehard (it was its own label for the extremely dedicated Deku fan), however, put together an entire hypothetical itinerary of Deku's schedule for the past several days and proposed that he wasn't getting the recommended three meals a day because there simply wasn't time.

You found a reply to this comment that talked about what Deku should be eating in order to attain, and maintain, his good form. Lots of talk about protein and carbs. A chicken breast here, a salmon fillet there, a scattering of beans throughout, and some tasty meal plans. You bookmarked the meal plans.

That evening you cooked too much for lunch, enough for two people. The next morning you took out the extra portion and sat it on the counter, mentally rehearsing what you were going to say as Deku worked out in front of you. This time he was doing one-armed pull-ups, which wasn’t entirely helping your cause to pass this off casually but you had to remain focused.

"Um, Deku," you uttered nervously. "Last night I made too much food for myself, and I was wondering… W-would you like the extra portion? Not that you have to accept or anything--"

Deku dropped from the bar and said, "Really, you would give me your extra food??"

He leapt over to the counter in excitement, picking up the container. "Chicken and potatoes. No wonder it smelt so good in the kitchen last night!" He grinned widely, then with a knowing look, "It's because I said I skipped lunch yesterday, isn't it?"

"Um, well…"

You were seen right through by Deku. You didn’t think he would remember but here he was, smiling at you, eyes crinkling in gratitude. "You didn't have to do that for me. I really appreciate it though. This way I won't skip a meal. I can't let your hard work go to waste so I promise to finish every last bit!"

You gave a shaky smile back, hoping it wouldn’t taste too terrible to him. You were not the greatest cook but you at least wanted to try your best for the hero you admire.

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A/N: A longer part this time but I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know in the comments your thoughts :D

[anyu-blue]

~

I'm just venting here cuz I don't have anyone to really vent to right now.

I know I'm being 'too much' and 'over the top' again... I know I'm throwing a hissy fit I don't need to, and I recognize I'm hurting at least one person with it.

But God damn I'm pissed and I guess I want to be pissed.

There's so much I want to do and so much I feel obligated to do and more... A lot of what I want to do... I just don't have the energy for. I wanted to make all these custom cards for my family since I should be able to ship stuff out this week... But I pulled Everything out and found... I just really didn't want to put that effort in..I mean I REALLY do... But just... Everything was turning out terrible. I'm honestly shocked I managed the 14 for my ex's family for Christmas... I want to do it... But at the same time I don't.

Cuz what's the point? All that effort.. all that care.. when I could just buy them a stupid card instead. So I'll go buy them a card... Because my eldest and younger sister decided to head to the grocery store without me and now I have to steal the car right when I'm off work to do my own necessary shopping anyway (or risk not being able to go at all this week). All because they were nearly out of toilet paper and Tevie wanted to get me cash for her car insurance bill...

Now I wouldn't be so mad except... They didn't even ask if I had extra toilet paper in my bathroom, which I do. AND I told Tevie that she didn't have to worry- I have enough to cover the insurance for her car.

But no. She just HAD to go today so I could have the money by tomorrow when it pulls!!! Um... Tomorrow (technically today, now) is SUNDAY. How the FUCK am I supposed to deposit the $ into my account like she wants when it's a freaking Sunday?! Or or at all when uh.. she has the car until like... 7pm every day anyway?!

Uuuugh... I already told her too, I'm not depositing Anything unless I absolutely need to either. Which I don't cuz I just got paid. AND I told her her insurance will be a part of what she pays me (if she does) for all her other bills!! If I got it I got it. What part of that is so hard to understand?

Apparently all of it...

Or none of it, but it doesn't matter because she doesn't pay attention to stuff like that anyway. Literally just does whatever she wants.. and you know what? I know that's absolutely fine. Sure it inconveniences me because, well, I needed to go to the store too (and told her as such), and had nothing for dinner while they fed themselves again (didn't even ask me AND used a service I have/can get free stuff with if they use my account like I've asked EVERY SINGLE TIME we've EVER used it!!!). (Why did I EVER cook and feed them so much? I was 100% right in that they have no interest in doing the same. They BARELY cook for themselves!! And you can probably already guess what I'm going to say about it... It's all JUNK!!! Cheeto mac and cheese, ramen, air fried chicken and fries, microwaved meals- you should see our pantry right now. Almost entirely instant meals and it makes me want to vomit. What's not instant is the stuff I picked out/ingredients that have just sat since I stopped cooking.. you should see our FRIDGE right now!! Not a vegetable or fruit in sight!! It's all warm fruit cups for Tevie and idek what W0lfie eats to get her vitamins and nutrients- cuz the vitamins I bought haven't been touched except for by me, Though I told them it would be a good idea of they took some each week too.. I'd wager she doesn't!! And that's partly why she's so gd MISERABLE all the time!! She doesn't take care of herself!!)

But in reality it's whatever. Technically Tevie did nothing wrong. She's just living her life how she wants to live it. Who cares about wasting more gas? Apparently not Tevie even though she told me she did... Apparently that's out the window. Who cares about my needs? Apparently not Tevie Though I've been fighting with our property managers and walking her through every gd adulting problem she has (I'm even supposed to help her with her taxes AGAIN cuz she can't do it) and taking care of the house and all the paperwork and all the phonecalls and everything... So it's not like I've been looking out for her and our little sister at all 🙄 or thinking of them and trying to make THEIR lives easier or nothing.

They don't owe me anything obviously... Not even the requests I made of them to do particular adulting tasks on their own (like put in a simple maintenance request, or cover up the open window downstairs, or even buy the materials so I could take care of that stupid problem better than I already have with the shit we had on hand).... It's up to them if they want to follow through. And they don't. Like ever. Because it'll just be done by me because I actually DO care about how much our power bill is.. Tevie sait she does and then pulls that shit. W0lfie says she does and then pulls the shit like letting her room get ULTRA cold- which guess what happens when she opens her door for the day? You guessed it. The temp of the house goes down and the heat/furnace churns and chugs to make up for it.

I'm so FUCKING DONE.. but guess what? I CAN'T be. I'm not even supposed to be pissed about this stuff!! I'm the bad guy!! Because I'm mad!! Because I can't just let it go or deal with it quietly. Or not be a bother.

GOD DAMN IT I AM SO SICK OF BEING/GOING QUIETLY

I HAVE BEEN QUIET AND CALM AND SWEET AND WORKED MY ASS OFF IN THE WAYS I CAN FOR SO FUCKING LONG

I AM THE REASON THEY HAVE THE SHIT THEY DO!! THE ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS, TEVIE'S CAR, LOWER BILLS (not just because I pay my part, but because I literally put in all the work to make sure stuff is taken care of and that I don't use excess/as much as I want or need sometimes), PAID BILLS (EVERYTHING comes out of my account. I've asked Tevie to do it. Several times. To set it up or to even just pay it once or twice... Has she ever? No. Not even when I showed her how and offered to write it all down for the future- and still she comes back at me like 'well you put them in your name' like, bitch... The water bill HAD to be in my name because at the time they only set it up in person!! Doesn't mean you can't pay it!! All the information is RIGHT THERE!!! You have my permission!!! In fact I've ASKED you to!! And the internet- we switched it to my name so it would lower AND give us a better speed!! And autopay gives us a discount anyway- Something YOU approved of!! And GUESS WHAT? The power ISN'T in my name!! It's in yours!!! Why on EARTH do you still expect me to pay it every single time?! It's not even on autopay!!! And the car insurance.. well SORRY if you have a wreck on your record that would make the premium double or triple what it is now!!! I did that for you!! I even called and asked and compared and did EVERYTHING FOR YOU YOU WOULDN'T/COULDN'T!!! And the cellphones are in my name because years ago when we GOT the plan you didn't have a credit score which was REQUIRED... Guess who did?! ME!! So guess who did all that and set up autopay so we wouldn't get charged $20 more a month?! It's not like we COULDN'T change these things, YOU just DON'T want to deal with it OR you want those discounts and agreed to it in the first place- so your 'well they're all you're responsibility Because they're in your name' is BULLSHIT), EXTRA MONEY EVERY MONTH, EVEN TEVIE'S BANK ACCOUNT, EVERY DOCTOR/DENTIST/SPECIALIST SHE HAS EVER SEEN AFTER OUR MOTHER WAS KICKED TO THE CURB... Even W0lfie is not exempt... Because what I don't do for her, she goes to her mom to take care of. And she's told me things and I've had to ask why she hasn't taken care of it. Well. She either doesn't know how (and in some instances refused to learn cuz it happens again), or was just going to suffer through it because she assumed that was what was right (without asking anyone or even GOOGLING the information)... Gods... Half my 'knowledge' comes from google and checking at least two or three sights and sources before I act... I feel like I'm the only one in my house who has that skill despite the top-notch cellphones and computers and shit laying around everywhere. Despite my little sister literally building her computer... Can't adult life at ALL...

And I just... I just...

I'm so mad and upset.

I want to have the carefree lives they have some days... But then I realize someone wild have to be doing all the shit I do for them for me... And then I get depressed Because literally no one would or will. Even Lon didn't... He took care of his bills sure... But everything else? Well.. unless I asked him to step up, he never would.. and he to never would more than the day I asked. Another red flag I shouldn't have let slide...

No matter how sick I get. No matter how crazy I go... It's still all up to me. I don't have people I can go to to ask to do these things and know they will... I have tos er Everything up and do all the work or it never happens. Especially not more than once.

I hate nagging... And I'm just the bad guy if I try anyway.

Idk what the point even is anymore. I hate my life.

I want so badly to love it and be happy to be around... But I just want to disappear and see what happens when that happens. Would they step up? I mean they'd HAVE to and then I'd be the bad guy again... But ugh...

None of this is easy. None of this is easy especially when all alone.

Few people reach out to me... The ones that do are just as overburdened as I am and can barely talk too because they're so busy... But we try...

I appreciate every one of them/you and I feel awful I'm so drained I can barely say thank you or reply.

I know what it's like... I do... Maybe I don't 100% know the specifics of the reasons behind what you're feeling, but I can feel it with you.

I'm trying. I'm angry. I'm tired... But I'm trying my best.

[dollettemilia]

Day 002|Meal plan & story time🍵ミ♡ 💬

Welcome back to my shitty blog if anyone is reading this! I decided to get back on track with losing weight. I can’t find my food scale or weight scale. Which literally makes me want to vomit but it’s okay, since I somewhat know my stats; so here they are:

Height: 5’0 Ft

CW: 100 Lbs

HW: 107 Lbs

LW: 87 Lbs

GW: 80 Lbs

UGW: 75 Lbs

Yep, I’m a fatass(´∀｀)

So anyways there are my stats and here is my meal plan for tomorrow. For the very least I hope I can stay under the calorie budget:

Breakfast: Two cups of black coffee (10 calories)

Snack Time: Two cups of mint tea (0 calories)

Lunch: Two pieces of bread (70 calories)

Dinner: Bowl of Ramen (370 calories)

Calorie Budget: 600 Calories

Here will be the thinspo to motivate me throughout the day and I’ll also try manifesting this shit too!

I don’t know there’s something about collarbones that make me want them so badly. They’re the best skinny thing!

Part Two: Story time (TW)

Anyways, I’ll be telling you guys probably one of the starts of my trauma. It all started back in late elementary school (4th-5th grade) when my parents forced me into an after school daycare. It wasn’t actually bad at first. I met other kids, played outside, did homework, but then everything changed. A group of bullies from my grade started to bully me about my weight. I wasn’t skinny or obese but just a little chubby. I was still super sensitive about that stuff so every insult they would throw at me, it would hurt so much. The daycare works never did anything to the boys and would just turn a blind eye. It made me resent female authority figures for a while and I still do (other trauma for another day). One of my bullies (the least mean one) moved away while the other one and his brother still go to my school. I haven’t talked to the younger brother in awhile but he was pretty horrible too but mostly for the fact I was female than fat. Yet the other one, was suspended for drug possession and I have no clue where he is in my high school. I hate him with all my heart. If I ever see him make fun of me or someone for their weight, I will actually fight him. I’m not even trying to be ballsy but it’s true. He would bully me everyday for my weight. I can’t wait to beat the shit out of him. I can’t wait for it. He ruined so much for me and my body. Believe it or not, but I was actually okay with my body before he came along:(

Yea I can’t wait to see him rot in hell🍵ミ♡ 💬

Anyways I’ll end off this post with my favorite shitty greasy hair baby, Lee Hoon. If you’re reading this, it’s a sign to read Suicide Boy!

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[lovemesomesurveys]

Is your nose stuffed up at the moment? Nope.

Do you like apples? Not especially. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I had one.

Do you ever read the newspaper? No. I read my news online for the most part and catch some on TV.

Is anyone in your house sick? No.

Someday do you ever want to go and see the Egyptian pyramids? Damn, it’s almost a 16 hour flight to Egypt from California.

Have you ever seen the Statue of Liberty? No. I’ve never even been to New York.

When’s the last time you got your hair cut? Back in February.

When’s the last time you rode a bike? Never.

Spring or summer? Spring out of the two, but meh. It means summer is next and that I don’t like.

Do you like to go sledding in the winter? I’ve never done it.

Do any of your friends’ boyfriend/girlfriends annoy you? I don’t have friends.

What time is it? 5:24AM.

Will you be calling someone tomorrow? No.

Have you smiled today? Yeah.

Do you wish you could start over with anyone? Sometimes.

Do you like Kid Cudi? I liked Day ‘n’ Nite. Whatever happened to him?

Or, who is your favorite rapper? Some that I listen to are Megan Thee Stallion, Cardi B, Nicki Minaj,  Drake, Post Malone, Travis Scott, DaBaby, Roddy Ricch, Bryson Tiller, Tory Lanez...

Have you ever created a survey? Once, a longggg time ago. Like, during the Xanga days sometime. 

Where were you today? I’m at home and that’s where I’ll stay. 

When was the last time you had to give bad news? I’m usually the one receiving the bad news.

Were you sad today? Sad is one of my personality traits.

Do you take any foreign language classes? I’m not in school anymore, but I did in high school and one semester in college.

When’s the last time you received bad news? My doctor wanting me to do ridiculous xrays that aren’t necessary and then throwing in the possibility of doing a spinal cord stimulator and I’m like yeah, absolutely not.

Are your parents together or divorced? They’re still together.

Is there one person you look at and automatically smile? My doggo.

Who are you texting? No one.

What are you doing later on? My Bible study.

Do you wish anyone in particular was still in your life? Yeah, a few people.

Who was the last person you were on the phone with? My mom.

What makes you happy? My doggo, trips to the beach, Disneyland, binging a show with my mom, that first sip of coffee, when it rains, fall, the holidays.

Ever liked someone older than you? Only by a couple years.

Which did you discover first, myspace or Facebook? Myspace. I’m old.

Have you kissed a: A, B, C, D, E, G, K, U, Q, V, T ? D and G. 

What was the last thing you ate and why? Ramen. I like having my nightly bowl of ramen, it’s my thing.

What was the last thing you drank and why? Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink cause I like ‘em.

How many tabs do you have open and what are they? 10: 2 are Tumblr related (1 is my dash and the other is my likes), YouTube, Pinterest, 2 LiveJournal survey blogs, Facebook, a Christian radio website page relating to something my church is doing, a website with different prayers and scriptures related to them, and Spotify. 

What browser do you prefer to use? I only use Chrome.

What’re five random things on your desk besides any computer-related items? I don’t have a desk.

What room are you in right now? Mine.

What color are the walls and floor in that room? White walls, tan carpet.

What’re the items closest to you that’re red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, white, gray, brown, black, silver and gold? Red: Red and black plaid throw pillow. Orange: Orange highlighter.  Yellow: Yellow highlighter. Green: Baby Yoda plushie. Blue: Mist fan. Purple: There’s some purple on one of my pillows. Pink: Bottle of Pepto Bismol. White: There’s white on my Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink can. Grey: My remote.  Brown: My Baby Yoda plushie is wearing brown. Black: Laptop keyboard. Silver: My laptop. Gold: A gold garland strand across my dresser from last Christmas. :X

Out of all the things you listed above, which is your favorite? Baby Yoda plushie! 

What kind of chair are you sitting in? I’m sitting on my bed.

Where would you prefer to be right now? I want to be right here.

Do you have any plans this weekend? No.

Are you excited for anything this month? This month is just about over, so I’m hoping it starts to cool down soon.

What’s the date today? It’s September 28th.

Is there anything special about today? No.

How’re you physically feeling right now? Tired and my stomach is messing with me.

How’re you emotionally feeling right now? Blah.

Have you ever traveled outside of your home country? I’ve been to Mexico once.

Can you speak, read and/or write in another language besides English? Some Spanish.

What language course did you take in school, if any? Four years of Spanish in high school and one semester in college.

What language would you most like to learn? I’d like to be fluent in Spanish.

What grade are you in right now? I’m done with school.

What would you like to get a degree in? I have my BA in psych.

What was you dream job when you were a little kid? I wanted to be a teacher.

What happened to that dream? I decided it wasn’t what I wanted to do anymore when I got older. I didn’t feel cut out to teach.

Speaking of dreams, when was the last time you had a sleeping dream and what was it about? I always have the most random, weirdest dreams.

Do you have more nightmares or good dreams? Mostly just random and weird.

Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? I’m always up all night, so no.

Can you sleep comfortably in another bed besides your own? I can sleep fine in hotel beds. Those are the only other beds I sleep in.

What book are you reading, what genre is it and do you like it so far? “Say You Love Me” by Willow Rose. It’s a murder-mystery and thriller. It’s the 4th book in a series and I’ve really enjoyed them all so far. They’ve all had a really crazy twist I didn’t see coming.

Are you a shorts wearing kind of person? Nope. I never wear shorts.

Is your grandparents’ house obsessively tidy? Yeah.

About how much can you bench press? I can’t at all.

Do you get embarrassed easily? Yes.

Is dinner done yet? It’s 7 in the morning.

Have you ever had your phone die on you in the middle of a conversation? I’m sure it’s happened before.

Is anybody in your family a carpenter? No.

Are you avoiding someone? You could say that.

How social are you? I don’t have a social life at all anymore. 

What’s your favorite primary color? Yellow. 

What were you for Halloween? I stopped dressing up a few years ago.

Do you like hot chocolate? Yeah.

What do you have pierced? Just my earlobes.

What’s your favorite type of tea? Mint or chamomile. 

Do you have any clothes from Walmart? I have a couple shirts.

Are you hungry? Kind of, but my stomach is feeling a little meh.

When did you get a Facebook? Back in 2008.

What color are your eyes? Brown.

How’re you feeling? Tired and blah.

What motivates you? I haven’t felt motivated in a long time...

Can you walk in heels? No.

When was the last time someone asked you your age? I get asked often in surveys.

Why are you taking this survey? I want to.

Do you ever sing in the shower? Yeah.

Do you keep a journal? This is my journal. I share a lot in these surveys.

When is your favorite time of day? When I have my first cup of coffee and the late and early hours when I do my usual routine of surveys and ASMR videos.

How often do you get headaches? Often. 

Have you ever tried a weird flavor of vodka? I had caramel vodka before. I don’t think that’s weird, though.

Do you wear a ring on your finger? Nope.

What are you doing? Besides the obvious, I’m listening to an ASMR video.

What’s the last kind of soup you ate? Ramen.

Do you currently have a sunburn? No. I wasn’t able to have my beach trips this year, which is the only time I spend a significant amount of time outdoors. I’ve hardly been out of the house at all since March.

Could you eat nothing but grilled cheese for a week straight? No.

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? Nah.

Who did you last text? My mom.

Who’d you last call? About what? My mom to ask her something.

Are you currently frustrated with someone? No one but myself.

Have you graduated from high school? Yeah, back in 2008...

Did you receive a good morning text today? I don’t receive those.

Will you be having sex tonight? No.

Do you drink hard liquor? No, I don’t drink anymore.

Have you met anyone new yet today? No. I highly doubt I will.

Do you drink water or soda more often? Water.

Do you straighten your hair? No.

When did you last talk to your brother or sister? Last night.

If you have younger siblings, how old were you when your siblings were born? I was 9 when my brother was born.

Do you watch the Big Bang Theory? No, I never could get into it.

Would you ever pick up gum from the ground and eat it? What in the actual.... NO. Ew, who the hell would do that???

Have you ever gotten stitches? Yeah, several times.

Do you pluck your eyebrows? Yeah.

Think back to the last thing you drank. Did you drink it using a straw? Yeah, I always use a straw.

Do you ever listen to country music? Sometimes.

This time last year were you happier then or now? Neither then or now.

Does your bathroom have a theme to it? No.

From inside of your house, how many doors lead outside? Two.

Do you sometimes use your music player to help you fall asleep? No.

What’s your favorite music video at the moment? I don’t watch music videos anymore. I miss the TRL days, I always looked forward to the top countdown and new video releases.

Can you play the violin? No. I took violin in 4th grade, but I just didn’t enjoy it. Me and the violin didn’t vibe like the piano and I did. I stuck it out for the year and then I was done.

Is the sun shining? Yeah.

Where did you go today? Nowhere.

Have you ever taken a survey while under the influence of drugs or alcohol? Yeah.

Where will you be in an hour? Right here in bed.

Is anyone irritating you? No.

Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? I haven’t gone to bed, yet. 

The last time you burned your tongue or mouth, what were you eating? Probably ramen.

Have your parents ever threatened to throw your things away because your room was messy? No.

Is there any one food you constantly find yourself craving? Boneless wings from Wingstop.

What’s the longest time you’ve ever spent in front of the computer doing surveys? Well, my nightly routine consists of doing surveys. It’s usually between the hours of like 3AM to 7AM. Some of that time is also spent scrolling through my dash, but for the most part it’s doing surveys.

Name someone with big eyes. *shrug*

Do you like the humidity? Nooo.

Who will you hang out with next? My family.

Is your shirt pink? No.

What’s something fuzzy near you? Giraffe stuffed animal.

Are you going to do more surveys? Maybe. I should be going to bed, though...

Who is the most complicated person in your life right now? Me.

Are there a lot of trees in your yard? No, just one.

Did the last type of shoes you wore have laces? Yeah. 

How much money do you have on you right now? Some.

Are you CPR certified? No.

What genre is your favorite movie? I have several favorite movies that fall under the horror, psychological thriller, drama, romantic comedy, comedy, fantasy, and sci-fi genres. 

Are you texting anybody right now? No.

Who was the last person you were in a car with? My mom.

Do you like the picture on your license/I.D. card? No.

What’s your favorite thing to snack on while watching a movie? If I go to the theater then I gotta have popcorn.

When was the last time somebody hit on you? It’s been years.

Was the last person you met a male or female? Female.

Which one of your friends do you feel most comfortable around?

Do you own a map of the world? No.

What brand is your underwear? They’re from JCP.

What’s your favorite Thanksgiving food? Mashed potatoes and gravy and the stuffing.

Is the light on in the room you’re in? Nope.

Who did you last spoon with? I haven’t spooned with anyone.

Are you currently watching TV? It’s on, but I’m not watching it at the moment cause I’m watching/listening to an ASMR video.

Have you ever had surgery ? I’ve had several.

Do you own any clothing that has animal print? No.

Does your family eat dinner together? Sometimes.

Where do you work? I don’t.

Are you in high school? No. I’ve been out of high school for well over a decade now.

Do you have a TV in your room? Yep.

Are any of your electronics charging right now? My phone, laptop, and Nintendo Switch.

What was the last video game you played? Animal Crossings: New Horizons.

[comeback-tomy-home]

The Star Student - Chapter 3

pairing: student Namjoon x professor reader 

genre: university AU, smut, angst, semi-PWP?, dom!Joon

word count: 2.6k

warnings: none in this chapter! mentions of previous indiscretions ;)

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You sat in your office with your head in your hands. It had been forty minutes since Namjoon had left - you’d slumped down into the chair in front of your desk and hadn’t been able to move from your position since then. The sun was sinking behind the red-brick buildings on the opposite side of the courtyard now, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to turn your head and look at the sunset.

What have I done? You chastised yourself. You’d broken a rule you hadn’t even known you had made for yourself and gone too far with one of your students. This was wildly unethical. How could you ever face your class again now, having spent your last tutorial slot of the week getting fingered by one of them? There was no coming back from this - you'd well and truly crossed the line separating you from some of your older colleagues. The line that had been peppered with warning lights and 'Do Not Cross' signs ten feet tall. FUCK! You could feel yourself beginning to spiral and took some deep, calming breaths, focusing on the second hand of the clock on your desk. Was it really that bad? Sure, you had let one of your students bring you to orgasm in your office. But, you reminded yourself, you were both adults. What you had done wasn't illegal or forbidden by the university, just frowned upon. Even if Namjoon told someone (and your stomach clenched at the idea), the most you'd get was a stern talking to from the faculty director and maybe a slap on the wrist. 

When things like this had happened in the past, you'd noticed that the director had a mysterious ability to be conveniently looking the other way as the parties concerned hastened to part ways and return to business as usual. But on previous occasions, it had always been between a student and one of the older academics, whose position at the university seemed to be so secure that nothing short of a seismic event could uproot them. You were far younger, far less established and far more female than any of the others, so you had no idea whether the director would treat you the same way or see you as disposable and make an example of you. What would happen if you were sacked? Could you find another job you loved as much as this one? How would you pay your rent? Okay, stop right there, you thought. One step at a time. It wasn't helpful to freak out over something that might not ever happen, and, you reminded yourself, what was the likelihood Namjoon would spill the beans anyway? He never spoke up in your class, rarely talked to other students as far as you could tell, and was unlikely to risk disruption to his studies, which getting you sacked would definitely bring about. And he came on to me! I didn't ask him to do anything! You felt a bit better when you remembered that he was the one who had instigated the whole thing, not you. You hadn't pursued him, you hadn't flirted, he had come to you and not the other way around. You hadn't even kissed. 

You'd wanted to, though. When he was leaning over you, two fingers deep inside you, you'd wanted him to press his lips against yours before slipping his tongue into your waiting mouth. Maybe biting down on your bottom lip as he rubbed his thumb over your clit, or running his tongue over the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder... Nope. Stop that. You couldn't think about that or you wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of finding out whether his lips were really as soft as they looked. This cannot ever happen again, you told yourself firmly. One mistake on one occasion was understandable, you could (eventually) forgive yourself for that, but you couldn't allow your standards to slip again. You couldn't stand the idea of being gossiped about behind your back - it had happened once during your postgraduate study and that had been the most mortifying period of your life, and all that had happened on that occasion was that you’d got someone expelled. Well, you’d caught them plagiarising your research and informed the faculty office - it just so happened that it was the last straw in a series of ‘irregularities’ that led to them getting expelled - but your fellow students hadn’t seen it that way.

You couldn’t sit there forever. You had used Namjoon’s handkerchief to dab your face a little (noting as you did so that it smelled like him) so you took a few more deep breaths to clear your head and made a mental plan for your weekend. Tomorrow was Saturday, so you’d sleep late, make yourself a nice breakfast, put on a face mask and do some housework, and then see if any of your friends were around to meet up after lunch. You had planned to prepare for next week’s classes, but you put that idea out of your mind; you just needed a break from work after what had happened this afternoon. And there had never been a clearer sign that you needed to actually put yourself out there and start going on some real dates with people living outside the university bubble, so you pulled your phone out and downloaded a dating app there and then. You’d fill in your profile later - something like ‘Y/N, twenty-something, likes dogs, ramen and hot Korean students’, you thought miserably. 

Regardless, at some point you’d have to tell Namjoon you’d made a mistake and that there wouldn’t be a repeat of what had happened in your office. That was the kind of conversation you dreaded - the awkwardness, the confrontation of something you’d rather never acknowledge - but it was unavoidable. You had to get through the rest of the year with him in your class, and you couldn’t do that unless you put a stop to whatever...this...was. But I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it, you decided, no point stressing over it now. For the next few days you’d just put him out of your mind and focus on yourself, maybe get your hair done or something, and see if you could meet someone nice on Tinder. 

Friday evening turned into Saturday morning turned into an overcast afternoon, and you were sitting in your favourite cafe with one of your friends who lived nearby, idly chatting and nursing your hot drinks of choice - hot chocolate for her and tea for you (the smell of coffee had reminded you of Friday afternoon and you definitely didn’t want to think about that right now).  ‘I just don’t know whether online dating is worth the hassle, is it?’ you said, dunking your teabag into the hot water and watching the water mix with the bloom of tea. ‘Well, I’m probably a bit biased there,’ said Rosina. You glanced down to her mug, which she was cupping with a hand bedecked by a glittering engagement ring. She had recently got engaged to a man she’d met on a dating site a few years ago (after a false start with some fairly disastrous first dates) and although she’d encouraged you to give online dating a try in the past, she’d mostly given up after your numerous protests that you didn’t have time, you couldn’t be bothered, you wanted to meet someone the old-fashioned way, you were anxious about meeting strangers - the list of excuses you’d tried went on and on.  ‘Come on, Y/N. You’ve been complaining about being single for ages, what harm can it do? I’ll help you set up your profile if you like!’ Rosina grinned and clapped her hands together, and you smiled at her obvious eagerness to play matchmaker.  ‘Alright, fine. I suppose I could let you help me…’ you said, rolling your eyes and throwing up your hands in mock resignation.  ‘Oh thank God, I need something to do other than plan the engagement party. It’s driving me up the wall! Give me your phone,’ Rosina held her hand out expectantly.  ‘Can you chill out please? You’re so desperate to get me a date anyone would mistake you for my mother!’ you laughed, and she pulled a face. ‘Anyway, I wanted to tell you something first.’  ‘Oh yeah?’  ‘Yeah. But you have to swear not to be angry. And don’t laugh at me either. Best not to respond at all, just to be safe.’ 

You looked down at your mug and swirled your teabag around in the water to buy some time. Was it a good idea to tell Rosina? Obviously you trusted her - she’d been your closest friend for years and had been there for you when you were going through expulsion-gate. She’d hugged you and made you dinner when you were too miserable to face your fellow students, and you’d helped her through the last couple of break-ups before she’d met her fiance. But you definitely didn’t want her to worry about you now when she had so much on her plate already, and you knew that telling her what had happened with Namjoon would make her think you were in trouble somehow. On the other hand, you really needed someone to talk to.  ‘Okay Y/N, what’s up? You’re scaring me.’ ‘I-’

At that moment the door of the cafe banged open, making you and Rosina jump in your seats as a gust of wind blew past you. A tall man dressed all in black strode in looking down at his phone. He had golden skin, and his hair was bleached with a lavender tint and immaculately styled.  ‘Oh shit!’ you cursed under your breath and shielded the side of your face with your hand, hoping against hope that the man hadn’t seen you. It had to be Namjoon - you had only caught a glimpse of his face, but you were certain there couldn’t be that many tall, dark and handsome men who could make your heart leap in your chest like that.  ‘What? What?!’ Rosina said loudly, ignoring your frantic hand signals. ‘Y/N, what’s-’ ‘Shut up!’ you hissed. ‘We need to go right now. I’ll explain later,’ you hurriedly scooped your phone and wallet into your coat pocket, wound your scarf around your neck and made sure the man was looking the other way before practically shoving Rosina out of her chair. 

You chanced a look behind you and saw, to your horror, that it was indeed Kim Namjoon in your favourite cafe, giving the boy behind the till a lazy grin which made him blush. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him even as you dashed through the open door, mind racing in panic at coming across the very person you were desperate to avoid, and you walked straight into someone just outside who said, ‘Woah! Careful!’ and grabbed your arm to stop you falling over backwards.  ‘God, I’m sorry! Are you okay?’ you blurted, looking up at whoever you’d just bumped into. Oh shit, you thought. He’s gorgeous. 

The stranger was taller than you (but not as tall as Namjoon), with round glasses and thick, dark hair falling over his face, and you couldn’t help noticing how his brown eyes crinkled as he smiled.  ‘Yeah, of course. Don’t worry,’ the stranger said. ‘In a rush, huh?’ ‘Yep! So sorry about that,’ you mumbled. When will I stop embarrassing myself in front of hot guys?  You exchanged another smile (which was rather feeble on your end) and he walked past you into the cafe. You wiped your hand over your face, cursing your clumsiness, and strode off down the street with Rosina beside you.  ‘What the fuck was that about?’ Rosina said hotly. ‘Ugh, I’m really sorry. I’ll buy you another hot chocolate, okay? And I’ll tell you everything.’

Rosina was a good friend, you reflected the next morning. She hadn’t judged you when you’d told her about what had happened with Namjoon, she had just listened carefully and reassured you that everything would be okay. As Rosina had reminded you, the two of you hadn’t done anything wrong, per se, but she had agreed that you had to talk to him sooner rather than later, and do your best to forget about him - though you hadn’t told her everything. You’d spared her the details of what Namjoon had actually done to you in your office, since you weren’t sure she would want to hear about how he’d made you suck on your own fingers while he made you come. A few glasses of wine later and you had your brand-new dating profile ready to go, with some carefully curated photos and an introductory paragraph you’d both written over and over again, trying to strike the perfect balance between self-aware and playful. 

As you lay propped up in bed, sipping your morning tea (you still weren’t ready for your usual coffee), you swiped through your matches idly, pausing now and then to watch the dappled shadows on your wall as the wind blew through the trees outside your window.  Likes birdwatching. Nope. Flexing in front of a mirror in every photo. Nope. Fedora. Definitely nope. You sighed and threw your phone down on your bed, rubbing your eyes wearily. You turned on your laptop and waited for it to boot up; no matter how little you wanted to think about work, you did need to prepare for next week’s classes. It wouldn’t be fair on the other students to give substandard lectures just because you were distracted by Namjoon, and once you’d put a stop to things you were sure you could act like it had never happened and move on - preferably with a date lined up to take your mind off things. 

An hour later, you were updating your module notes for your second-year undergraduates who were about to embark on a series of lectures about the development of modernist sculpture, your tea forgotten on the table beside you when a ping! made your eyes flick up to where your phone lay on your bed. You grabbed your phone and unlocked it to see a notification from the dating app - a new match. This particular candidate’s profile was sparing in detail, but so far was the only one you’d actually been intrigued by; it certainly helped that there was something oddly familiar about him… You paused on one of his photos, trying to think where you knew him from. A friend of a friend? No. A student? Surely not. 

And then it clicked - this was the man you’d bumped into at the coffee shop! His second picture was him in a coat and scarf, with his round glasses slipping down his nose as he laughed. He looked sweet, he’d been friendly when you’d met him - and you nearly running him down trying to get away from Namjoon didn’t seem to have put him off, which as far as you were concerned was a green flag. Assuming he recognised you, that is. You pressed the pink heart icon that would tell him you liked him back after a moment’s pause and quickly put your phone face-down on the bed, as if you were scared he’d somehow be able to see you blushing through the screen. You weren’t going to message him first, you were sure of that, and the likelihood was that he wouldn’t message you either - he was so attractive you were sure he would have his pick of women on the app - but at least you could tell Rosina truthfully that you’d given it a go. 

Now all you had to do was talk to Namjoon and move on with your life, and the sooner you could both put this mess behind you the better.

a/n: alright i guess this is turning into a bit of a plot... no smut this time, but stay tuned for Chapter 4! any ideas who our mystery man might be? as always thank you so much for reading, feedback is welcomed and let me know if you wanna get tagged for future chapters!

tag list: @xxathixx @triviajo0n @knamjooned @solar-princess

[xoxopandapanda]

Valentine Treats

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AO3

Kagome stared at the display of chocolate and molds in front of her. Yuka, on her right, and Eri, on her left, were busily discussing which molds they should get, and if any of the colored chocolate pens were worth picking up at this store.

Maybe they should run to a different one down the street.

The selection of colors was poor here – too picked over.

There was a bag of shredded coconut at the other store – Eri wanted that.

Kagome, for her part, wasn’t too interested in making Valentine’s chocolate this year. Sure, she had done it in the past with her friends and given it around, but that was way back before she had complicated feelings for a complicated boy. Back then, she innocently believed that love was black and white. You either loved someone or you didn’t.

Now she knew it was much more than just that.

Making chocolate for someone seemed so simple back then. Now she had to wonder if she was willing to put the effort in for a boy who most likely had no idea what it meant.

“Can he even eat it?” she wondered out loud. In her head, she thought about his dog heritage.

“Who?” Yuka asked her, pleased she had joined their conversation at last. “Who could eat it?”

Eri leaned her body forward, twisting slightly to get a good look at her friend’s face. “I heard dark chocolate is better for you. Should we get some dark chocolate?” She paused slightly before mouthing to Yuka, ‘Hojo said his favorite chocolate is dark.’

“Oh……” Yuka nodded, understanding what Eri was hinting at. “I think dark chocolate is the best option.”

Kagome had no idea what they were talking about and looked back and forth between them. She hadn’t realized she had said anything out loud, either, so the sudden change in topic was confusing to her.

“I mean,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “you guys can use dark chocolate if you want. I don’t think I’ll be making any this year.”

Eri stood up tall, Yuka gasped in horror, and each girl grabbed one of her shoulders. “Kagome!” Eri shouted, causing other customers to look over at them in dismay.

Yuka shook Kagome hard, crying out, “You can’t mean that!”

Kagome, taken fully aback by the sudden outburst from both of her friends, stepped back to get away from their grips. She forgot, however, that a teenage girl’s grip can be stronger than anything, so she wound up just dragging them a good meter or two away from the chocolate display.

Yuka cried out again, this time in absolute dismay, “I thought you had moved on from the two-timer, Kagome! I thought you had moved on!���

‘Well,’ Kagome thought, ‘at least she’s stopped shaking me.’

Eri let go of Kagome finally and stepped back to look her friend up and down. Kagome could almost hear the squealing of the wheels in her head. She knew, she just knew, her friend was plotting something, but she couldn’t tell what it was.

Eri looked very pointedly at her for a long moment. Kagome looked back, turning her head to look sideways at her friend and to get a glance at Yuka, still handing onto her shoulder.

“Kagome,” Eri’s voice was softer than before, but the looks from the passing people were still harsh and full of judgement. “For old time’s sake, please make chocolate with us.”

Yuka chimed in. “You don’t have to give them to anyone; you can just make them!”

Kagome looked back and forth between her friends. Seeing the hopefulness in their eyes, she couldn’t turn them down.

“Fine,” she sighed out. “I’ll make chocolates with you.”

Home, finally, after her shopping mishap with her oldest friends, Kagome sat at the family computer. It was rarely used by anyone, especially now that Souta had a laptop of his own – a gift from their late father’s side of the family to celebrate him entering junior high school.

The browser was slow, but Kagome was in no hurry. All that awaited her was homework upstairs, and honestly, she wasn’t too keen on getting started on that.

Eventually, after what felt like forever, Kagome was able to open a search engine to start her inquiry.

Valentine’s Day Treats for Dogs she typed into the search bar.

Results slowly filtered in and she clicked the first link – a link to somebody’s blog that had made ‘chocolates’ for her dogs. The ingredients were pretty straight forward, as it was a mixture of yogurt, oats, coconut, and strawberries.

Kagome wasn’t sure they would taste the best, but hey, it was something. Better than giving Inuyasha nothing.

Kagome cross checked the ingredients with an article about food safe for foxes, knowing that Shippo might steal some of Inuyasha’s treats just to annoy him.

“What are you looking at?” Kagome’s mother placed a cup of tea for her on the computer desk. Kagome nodded her thanks before taking a sip.

“Eri and Yuka want to make chocolates together. I figured I could give them to Miroku and Sango, but I would need something else for Inuyasha and Shippo.” Kagome pulled up the list of ingredients for the dog safe valentine’s treats. “What do you think?”

Mama Higurashi looked over the list, humming slightly. “Shouldn’t be too hard to get the ingredients,” she said. “I wonder how they’ll taste.”

Kagome agreed before tacking on, “I just don’t know if Inuyasha can eat chocolates, you know? He is part dog, but it’s dog demon…. Does that make a difference?”

“I don’t know, dear.”

Kagome took another drink from her tea cup. “If he hates them, I’ll just give them to Souta. He eats anything.”

Kagome’s mother smiled and chuckled to herself slightly at the comment, patted Kagome’s shoulder and turned to leave. “I’ll pick up the ingredients at the store tomorrow. Do you want me to get anything for making chocolates?”

“Nah,” Kagome wrote down what they needed and a quickly copied the directions for making the treats, “I think we got everything today.”

Her mother nodded, but didn’t verbally respond as she left the room. Kagome powered off the computer once she was done with her notes and went upstairs to finish her homework and wait for Inuyasha’s inevitable arrival.

Sure enough, Inuyasha pushed open her window that evening, just after supper and sat on her bed.

“We agreed a day and a half.”

“Yes, but I need more time.”

Inuyasha huffed. “I gave you two days.”

Kagome continued to write, working on her best subject – Japanese history – while Inuyasha was there wasn’t much a problem for her. In fact, sometimes it was helpful because he was a pit of knowledge himself given the right circumstances.

“Have you made a shovel before?”

Inuyasha grunted, “No. Don’t change the topic.”

Kagome paused and thought. “I wonder if Miroku has.”

“Stop changing the topic. We go back tomorrow morning.”

Kagome jotted a little note to herself to ask Miroku about shovel making. “My thesis for this paper is that everyone made things by hand as required which indicates a communal-based living environment. You’ve carved Kaede bowls and spoons right?”

“Kaede’s stuff sucked. I hated eating out of it. I made her better ones.” Inuyasha returned to his subject. “I want breakfast first. Then we leave.”

Kagome spun in her chair to look at Inuyasha, contemplating how to get him to budge on his plan of leaving in the morning. She used to yell and tell him no, but that always backfired. It was Valentine’s season, she figured, she should keep him happy.

The perfect idea sprung into her head.

“Mom’s making ramen for dinner tomorrow night, though.” Kagome rocked back to stretch out her legs and look at him. “Just for you.”

Inuyasha squinted his eyes and regarded her sourly. Kagome knew she had won this round.

“Fine,” Inuyasha snorted out, “one more day.”

“Okay,” Kagome smiled at him, but he crossed his arms and flopped down onto her bed in protest at his plan being changed.

Kagome turned back to her paper and textbook, mentally noting to tell her mother about tomorrow’s dinner menu.

A few moments later, Kagome heard the tell-tale sign of Inuyasha’s slight rumble of a snore, and she knew he had fallen asleep without having to look at him. So much for picking his brain.

Eri and Yuka were eager to come over after school the next day and start work on their chocolates. They didn’t seem too surprised at what they were having for dinner, but they were intrigued by the different type of sweets that Kagome was making.

“Who are they for?” Eri asked Kagome, picking up the yogurt and oats on the counter.

Kagome paused, trying to think up a good excuse for why she was making chocolate-free Valentine’s treats. She floundered for a moment before, exclaiming, loudly because of her excitement from coming up with an excuse, “Inuyasha is allergic to chocolate!”

Yuka crinkled her face and leaned on the counter towards Kagome. “Come again?”

“Well,” Kagome stuck a finger in the air for emphasis, “Inuyasha is allergic to chocolate, and since I’m giving everyone else some chocolates, I figured I should make something else for him!”

“You’re giving Inuyasha something for Valentine’s Day?” Eri picked up the coconut flakes, and tried to figure out how these sweets would taste.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Yuka sighed. “Kagome,” she said while she walked around the countertop to place an apathetic hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You’re hopeless.”

Kagome wanted to protest, not liking the implications her friends were giving about not giving Inuyasha something for Valentine’s Day, but she bit her tongue. No point in speaking to a brick wall, she reasoned with herself. There was no way they could ever understand her and Inuyasha’s relationship.

Kagome chose, instead to pull out all the molds her mother had, as well as the new ones they had bought the day before so they could each choose their favorite one to fill. Yuka chose a very simple heart mold, not too eager in trying to fill in a more elaborately decorate mold with colored chocolate. Eri knew she wanted a bear one, although the selection of them was vast. Kagome, for her part, picked a flower mold for her chocolates and a bunny and cat one for Shippo and Inuyasha’s ‘chocolates’.

Soon, the double boiler was out, Yuka was melting the chocolate bars while Kagome and Eri worked with their colored chocolate pens to fill in details.

They put on some music, a radio station Kagome didn’t recognize that played music Kagome didn’t know, and had a good time together.

It briefly made Kagome feel nostalgic for the time before the well opened. But remembering her friends from the Feudal Era chased that thought away. She wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Kagome’s mother peeked in every once in a while, praising their progress and their talent, but otherwise left the teenagers to their own devices.

Inuyasha had been in the courtyard, helping Grandpa move around yard ornaments and cleaning up the fallen foliage. It was brisk outside, but not too cold. Snow was predicted for the weekend, but for the time being, the ground was clean enough for Grandpa to feel confident walking around.

Inuyasha wished Grandpa didn’t feel so confident. He wanted to be inside, bothering Buyo.

Or Kagome. Either one was free game to him.

As soon as Grandpa indicated that there was a chance they were finished for the day, Inuyasha was beelining to the house, ready to find out if Kagome was home. Maybe he could negotiate for an early dinner.

Taking a moment to rub his feet on the rug by the door like Kagome had told him to, Inuyasha followed the sound of music and Kagome’s scent to the kitchen.

He saw three girls all standing in the room, busy over some odd-looking plastic things. He walked to stand directly behind Kagome and look over her shoulder at what she was doing. It smelled sweet in the room, a distinct smell he was unfamiliar with.

He rested his chin on Kagome’s shoulder for a little bit, watching her work with mild fascination. Kagome didn’t acknowledge his proximity, but the other girls noticed.

Yuka shot Eri a look of disbelief.

Eri’s wide eyes told her she felt the same.

Kagome noticed her friends staring at Inuyasha once she felt Inuyasha’s stare back at them. Her hand swung up to feel the top of Inuyasha’s head.

Sighing internally from relief when she felt the fabric of a bandana under her fingers, Kagome asked Inuyasha, “Can I help you?”

“What are you doing?” He continued to stare back at Eri and Yuka, glowering to hopefully get them to stop looking at him.

They had such accusations in their eyes… They had met him before; what was with the sudden attitude change?

Yuka was the first to snap out of it and nudged Eri to do the same.

Kagome sprinkled in some puffed rice into some of the molds. “I’m making chocolates.”

“Chocolates.”

“Yep.”

Inuyasha looked down, please the other two people had returned to their own work. “What’s that?”

Kagome paused. Inuyasha didn’t know what chocolates were. She could have just given her brother the chocolates and been done with it.

Well too late now. Inuyasha was getting some dog friendly Valentine treats whether he liked it or not.

Kagome pointed to the chocolate bars that hadn’t yet been melted. “It’s a type of sweet. They look like those, so we melt them and put them in molds.  The molds give them a shape that’s cute.”

Inuyasha grunted he was listening.

“Valentine’s day is tomorrow, so girls make these chocolates to give to the special people in their lives. Friends, family, teachers…”

Eri added, “Boyfriends…”

Inuyasha looked at Eri. “Boyfriends?”

Eri nodded, still working on her molds and not looking up. “Yeah, the special boy in your life.”

Yuka did look up at Inuyasha, and waggled an eyebrow. “Or the boy you want to become your special boy.”

Inuyasha squinted his eyes in confusion at Yuka. He didn’t understand what she was saying or why she was moving her eyebrows.

Kagome, immune to just about anything at this point, cleaned up the edges of her mold with a paper towel and blew on Inuyasha’s face so he’d step back from her. She opened the fridge, ignored the red sleeved arm that snagged a yogurt of it, and put the mold to chill.

She did, however, nearly choke on air when Inuyasha asked, “So, you’ve got a boyfriend, Kagome?”

The way he said the word told Kagome he had no idea what it meant, and was trying to poke fun at her. Well, two could play that game.

“Yeah, Koga.”

Inuyasha paused in pulling off the yogurt lid. “Koga?”

Kagome opened the silverware drawer and handed him a spoon.

“Koga?” he repeated, pushing his face close to hers. “He’s your special boy?”

Kagome tried to hold in her laugh, but her entire upper body jerked from keeping it down and her face puffed up from holding back the sound. Inuyasha leaned back on his heels and took the spoon from her. He figured out she was messing with him, and wasn’t going to bother with picking the fight.

“You don’t see him enough for him to be your special friend. Besides,” Inuyasha pulled up a large spoonful of the yogurt, “he smells bad.”

Eri was too confused to not say something. “Who’s Koga? I thought you were making chocolates for Hojo.”

Kagome turned her head to look over her shoulder at her friend. Inuyasha paused at the sound of Hojo’s name.

Kagome thought for a moment, realizing what was going on. “Oh,” she pulled for any language skills, but found none. “Um, no.”

“No?” Yuka was in disbelief.

“No,” Kagome confirmed. “I wasn’t planning on making him any.”

“Why not? Are you two dating?”

Inuyasha repeated the new word. “Dating.”

Kagome, out of habit, translated for him. “Courting.”

Inuyasha glared at her. “The hell you are.”

Kagome didn’t respond to him, making a point to turn her head in defiance from him and saying to her friends, “We’re not dating.”

Eri put her hands on the counter in exasperation. “Why not?” she asked.

“I’m not into him like that. He’s a good friend, that’s all.”

Inuyasha was not about to let it go, loudly proclaiming. “You’re not dating Hojo!”

Kagome didn’t look back at him, but internally snickered at how comical his outburst was. “No, I’m not,” she agreed.

“Kagome!” Eri and Yuka cried out in unison.

Kagome pointed to the door and told Inuyasha, “You. Out. Girls only in here. Dinner’s in an hour.”

Inuyasha must have been satisfied with how the conversation went, or with the fact he had food, because he made no protest as he left to watch TV with Grandpa.

He was back quickly though, as Grandpa instructed Inuyasha to grab him a yogurt as well. Kagome stared down the intruder, who give her not even a passing glance during his quick reentry and exit from the kitchen.

The non-chocolate treats looked pretty good when all was said and done. Kagome smoothed out the top of them in the mold as best as she could. It wasn’t perfect, but Kagome knew that the boys she was giving it to probably wouldn’t even notice the candy’s appearance.

They were probably going to eat it without even looking at it. She’d be lucky to even get a thank you.

But she knew it was worth it.

It always was.

Kagome put the last of the molds in the fridge to harden during dinner. Eri and Yuka were finishing up the dishes and helping Mama cook ramen for dinner.

“While you’re in there, can you grab the fish cake and vegetables to cut up, Kagome?” her mother asked.

Kagome nodded in understanding and confirmation, opening up the crisper drawer to pull out the vegetables and the fish cake.

Kagome heard Buyo talking from the other room, shouting the way he always did at Inuyasha. He was a tolerant cat, albeit a bit of a dramatic one, so Inuyasha was still preoccupied at least. They wouldn’t have the ever inquisitive and bothersome extra pair of hands trying to speed things along.

The bowls were prepared with the broth, noodles being added in as they finished their quick cook in the rolling boil. Kagome was in charge of garnishing the bowls once the noodles were added with the meat and other toppings.

Inuyasha, smelling that dinner was close, had made an appearance, but was stealthily watching from the doorway.

Just because Kagome hadn’t yelled at him yet, didn’t mean she wouldn’t if he continued to bother her.

Kagome saw him lurking from the corner of her eye, so she put on extra meat on the bowl she was working on, omitted the nori sheet, and held the bowl out to Inuyasha.

“Here you go,” she told him.

Inuyasha took the bowl in both hands, nodding his thanks to the four chefs in the kitchen.

Mama Higurashi asked Inuyasha to come back and grab a bowl for Grandpa once he had set his down.

Inuyasha returned shortly to get the requested bowl, Souta close behind. By the time the boys had entered the kitchen, all of the portions had been separated out, so everyone sat at the table in the other room to enjoy dinner together.

Once dinner was done and the dishes cleaned and put away, the girls removed their chocolates from the molds. Yuka was pleased with how her very plain roses came out, only two of them sticking to the mold and splitting when removed. Eri’s bears were brightly decorated and cute.

Kagome’s chocolates came out decent, the flowers of different shades of pink and red. The cat and bunny mold looked a little strange, being completely pink from the strawberries.

The packaged up their treats for their various friends, writing names as fancily as they could on the small tags to go on the bags.

Kagome was far to curious to not eat one of the dog and fox safe treats and bit one in half.

Eri and Yuka watched her face as she chewed.

“I mean,” Kagome covered her mouth while she was speaking, “it isn’t chocolate, but it isn’t bad.”

Eri bit off half of the portion Kagome hadn’t eaten and gave the remainder to Yuka. The two girls chewed the sweet slowly, trying to figure out if they liked it or not.

Yuka shrugged, looking at Eri. She didn’t mind it. Eri shook her hand to indicate ‘so so’, but she swallowed it.

“Hopefully, he likes it,” Kagome mused aloud. “Or at least one of them likes it…” she muttered under her breath.

The girls departed with warm hugs and well wishes. They said they would see Kagome at school the next day, but Kagome knew better. Inuyasha would make sure she was back to shard hunting first thing in the morning.

If she was lucky, Buyo would be enough of a distraction that she could sleep in for a little bit, though.

The next morning, Kagome woke to Inuyasha crouched next to bed, poking her in the face repeatedly.

“Wake up.”

“Inuyasha, let me sleep.”

“Your mom made hot cakes. Got to eat them while they’re hot.”

“Eat my share.”

Inuyasha stood up. “You asked for it.”

Kagome shook a hand at him while he left her room. She’d eat cereal or something.

Kagome bumbled down the stairs, still in her pajamas about a half an hour later. Souta had already gone to school for the day, and Grandpa and Inuyasha were watching the morning news. Mama Higurashi was in the kitchen, putting dishes away.

“Good morning!” she beamed at her daughter. “Did you sleep well?”

“Well enough. Inuyasha woke me up.”

Mama Higurashi nodded. “He was very concerned you wouldn’t eat breakfast.”

“Did he save me any?”

Mama smiled to herself before giving her daughter a sheepish look. “Do you want me to make you some?”

Kagome laughed, shaking her head no. “I’ll just have cereal. I did tell him to eat my share.”

Mama chuckled a little bit, before moving out into the laundry room to start her next household chore.

Kagome poured herself some cereal for breakfast, taking it into the same room as Inuyasha and her grandfather to eat it. She tucked her knees by her chest and balanced the bowl on top of them, watching the morning news with little interest.

When she was finished and had cleaned up her dishes, she began to walk upstairs to get ready to go. Inuyasha followed her into her bedroom, squawking loudly enough to give Buyo a run for his money when he was chased out so Kagome could get dressed.

Less than an hour later, they were hopping down the well, Inuyasha carrying her large yellow backpack on his shoulders. Mama had given them both a hug and a kiss goodbye, waving at them when they descended.

Kagome pulled out her Valentine chocolates when they arrived at Kaede’s hut. Miroku, Sango, and Kaede were pleased with their chocolate flowers, complimenting Kagome on her hard work and impressive skills.

Kagome opted to not tell them it wasn’t that hard, taking the praise warmly and with a big smile.

Shippo was also excited to receive a treat from Kagome, eagerly putting one in his mouth and announcing it was delicious.

Inuyasha had watched her with a cautious stare, as if he didn’t want to get his hopes up that he would get a bag as well. Kagome plopped his Valentine bag in his lap unceremoniously, fighting the blush that crossed her features when she did.

If anyone noticed her sudden color, no one commented.

Inuyasha tucked the sweets into his sleeves, looking around the hut to have anything but Kagome to focus on.

If anyone noticed how Inuyasha was trying to play off the interaction, no one commented on that either.

They could have headed out that day, but enough sighs and groans from Kaede about there being just ‘so much work to do’ was enough to get Inuyasha to do chores for Kaede for the day and not rally them up to head out.

Miroku told Kagome privately he was thankful for another day of rest. Kagome whole heartily agreed.

As evening fell, the last of the Valentine’s chocolates were eaten after dinner, and more nods and whispers of thanks were given to Kagome.

“I’m just happy you guys like them!” Kagome smiled at her friends. In the back of her mind, a little voice nagged her that Inuyasha hadn’t eaten his yet.

Kagome stepped outside to get a little fresh air before bed. She was also hoping to see Inuyasha outside, since he wasn’t in the hut with them, to ask him if he had eaten the chocolates. As she moved to sit on the little log bench Kaede kept just outside her house, Inuyasha materialized and sat next to her. He pulled the bag of treats out of sleeves.

“Special boy, huh?” Inuyasha repeated what he had learned the day before. Apparently, he had made some mental connections since then.

Kagome leaned her head on his shoulder, enjoying his warmth. “Yeah, special boy.”

“Am I your special boy or do you want me to be your special boy?”

Kagome thought about what he was saying for a few moments. “Both.”

Inuyasha nodded, finally taking a piece of dog friendly chocolate and chewing it slowly. “Tastes good,” he told her.

“I’m glad,” she responded. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Inuyasha.”

“Happy bale twine day to you too.”

[magicallygrimmwiccan]

Ramon, Roommates, and Annoyance

Summary: For @another-danplan-blog‘s birthday!! ... a day early because the 31st is busy as fuck for me because of a bakesale. Basically just a ghost roommates AU with fluff! Enjoy guys!

Hosuh groaned as he wandered into the kitchen, determined to at least try and have a pleasant day today. Yesterday hadn’t been the best, but today could definitely be better. He began to make tea, grabbing out his usual mug, and tied his hair back as he waited. Breakfast could come later. He just needed to get his tea finished before-

“Hosuh! Pay attention to me, I’m lonely!” Daniel’s voice echoed through the apartment as a cold draft enveloped Hosuh. He groaned, pouring out a cup of tea before turning to meet the excited ghost behind him.

“Good morning Dan. How was your night?” he asked, trying to sound polite, friendly, and awake, only one of which was true at this given moment. Daniel just laughed and curled around Hosuh, his long tail coiling through the air like a snake.

“Pretty good! Stephen was surprisingly quiet… he might be planning something,” Daniel offered, a serious look crossing his face as he fell quiet, probably trying to decide what Stephen could possibly be up to. Hosuh sighed and sipped at his tea, far too used to the antics of his dead housemates at this point. He’d just have to make sure to keep Daniel and Stephen apart for a bit while he tried to figure out what was wrong with Stephen.

“I’m always planning something, since when is this news?” Stephen drawled, floating in. He somehow always managed to make his floating look like he was slouching, a feat Hosuh was secretly impressed by. Stephen had probably never left his punk phase, Hosuh was convinced, and it showed.

“Just trying to decide how much danger I’m in,” Daniel replied, a nervous laugh bubbling through his words. Stephen just grinned back, teeth somehow gleaming in the light of Hosuh’s kitchen. That was the moment Hosuh decided to step between the two of them, unwilling to risk a fight.

“Um no. No hurting the other, guys, please. I have stuff to do,” Hosuh announced, trying to look serious and intimidating. Both Stephen and Daniel backed off, letting out heavy sighs and a couple glares at the other, much to Hosuh’s relief. “Thank you. Uh… if you need me, I’ll be drawing.” With that, he escaped back to his bedroom with the rest of his tea, hoping the two ghosts wouldn’t wreck his apartment. Oh how naive he was.

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“Hosuhhhhhhh I’m boooooooored,” Stephen called, hovering above Hosuh’s head around noon. Hosuh grumbled and tried to ignore him and just focus on drawing, but the ghost was nothing if not persistent.

“Fine! I’ll turn on a stupid show for you!” Hosuh yelled, throwing his hands up before stalking out to the living room and switching on a show he knew Stephen liked. With that done, he stalked back to his room, determined to finish his work, only to be interrupted by Daniel an hour or so later.

“Hosuh, Stephen won’t let me change the channel,” he whined, ‘leaning’ on Hosuh’s shoulder. Hosuh felt his eye twitch.

“You can’t even touch the remote, of course you can’t change the channel!”

“Yeah, but Stephen doesn’t want me to come get you to change the channel for me,” Daniel explained, shooting Hosuh a semi-convincing set of puppy dog eyes. Hosuh groaned but moved to change the channel, locking himself back in his room after Daniel seemed happy enough. He managed to get another couple hours of drawing in before the familiar ghost chill settled behind him.

“What?!” he yelped, turning around to see both Daniel and Stephen looking back at him, concern in their eyes.

“Hosuh, you’ve been working for the past 3 days straight. Take a break please?” Daniel asked, voice softer than Hosuh had heard it in a while.

“Will that get you two to let me work tomorrow?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Both of them nodded, and Hosuh saved his work before standing and moving into the kitchen to make dinner. He finished his ramen making and then sat on the couch, switching on a different movie and settling in with his two spectral roommates on either side. Once upon a time, this would have been weird, but not anymore, not after a few months of this routine. Sometime after finishing his ramen and setting the bowl on the coffee table, Hosuh fell asleep, and neither Daniel nor Stephen saw fit to wake him. Hosuh couldn’t be mad, though. They were just trying to look out for him.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t still mad that they kept bothering him away from his work the next day despite promising not to. But that was something to deal with later. Now, now he had to put out the fire Stephen had somehow caused despite not being able to touch anything.

[btskismet]

Kismet (Chapter 5): a BTS Jin imagines fanfic

First ever fanfic. Contains fluff and some smut. Please read sequentially as it is a long story arc. Please provide feedback! My IG is btskismet.

She started preparing for her Nara day trip. Though she’s been there before, she hasn’t had the chance to visit it by herself. She was eager to see the temples and even those she didn’t get to see the last time. She also wanted to try the mugwort mochi from Nakatanidou again which is without a doubt, one of the best if not the best she has tried in Japan.

She also wanted to try an overnight stay in one of the Nara temples to learn about meditation but given the circumstances, she’ll have to do it some other time.

Will Seokjin really stay with her after the concert? It’s unimaginable but he seemed so determined before he left that morning. It made her smile after every time she thought of his words before leaving. 

Bliipp!  

She heard her phone make a sound and saw the LINE notification on her phone.

Seokjin sent her a message. He used English words instead of Hangul and she was touched by the effort he showed in sending her messages like that. “I wish our phones we as good as the translator I have. Oh well.”, she thought.

She found it cute that he was using cute emoticons and he even sent a “miss u” emoticon”. Her heart beat faster after seeing that.

“Oh my, ok, get yourself together, girl...”, she thought. It was hard not to be swept away by him. If she wanted to catch the temples and Nakatanidou still open, she had to leave now to take the 1302 train at Ebisucho station to get to Kintetsu-Nara station.

After almost an hour of riding and switching trains, she arrives at Kintetsu-Nara station. She knew that before she visits the temples, she has to pass by Nakatanidou first.

The mochi made by Nakatani-san is pretty unique. It’s green in color due to the mugwort in the rice flour he uses but that’s not what make it unique. It’s the way he makes the mochi that’s amazing. Nakatani-san and his son would pound the mochi furiously for 5 minutes before it’s brought to the machine that will make the mochi into sheets. Then red bean paste is placed in and then made into a ball before being dusted with kinako powder.

She wondered if Seokjin has ever tried the mochi before and she sent him a text message and a photo to ask.

Jin seemed real interested in the mochi so she got 6-piece pack after getting one of the freshly made ones. As long as I store it in room temperature, this will still be good tomorrow.

She then went to several temples and shrines for the whole day. She may have been alone but it didn’t feel that way since Jin would ping her once in a while, asking what she was doing. She was thrilled to share her trips to the temples with him, sharing pictures and stories even though they were short. Emoticons really helped them express a lot to each other. He said he felt left out and was really excited about tomorrow. He kept asking her what the plan is and where they would meet.

Can you call me tonight?, She texted him. Gosh, I have to ask him first where we can go. I already booked a meditation class in Kyoto but I’m not sure if I should extend my stay in Osaka.

Jin texted back and said he would call her by 10pm.

She was thinking it would be an interesting call because they would really have to work out the challenge of communicating without the translator.

 At Ono-san’s ramen restaurant, she got another bowl of the tonkotsu ramen she likes. Once again, she was alone in the restaurant and she knew that the dinner rush is done and he’ll have more customers later at 11pm.

Ono-san went up to her and asked her if the food is ok. She nodded in between slurps and asked for more chives.

“Dozo”, Ono-san said and handed the chives to her. She happily took them and added it all in her soup. “Dokoni itte imahitaka?”, Ono-san asked. She understood that he was asking her where she went today and she said Nara.

“Sou ka..”, Ono-san said. She handed him the earpiece for the translator so they could talk freely.  

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow for Kyoto for a meditation class.”, she said.

“That’s good! Which temple?”

“Shunko-in? They offer meditation classes in English. So, I will go straight there tomorrow early morning then go to a hotel after.”, she replied.

Ono-san grew up in Kyoto and knew all the temples and shrines. He always gave her good tips on where to go and what to do in the Kansai region and his recommendations were always spot on.

“Just one day there? Will you come back here?”, Ono-san asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I have to check what he wants.” she put her hand on her mouth when she realized what she just blurted out.

Ono-san looked quizzically at her. “He? Ahhh...” He stared at her with a smile and nudged towards the booth where she and the BTS members sat the other day. “Koibito, ne?”, he said in Japanese which she knew meant boyfriend.

She covered her face with her hands but she knew he could see her smiling and blushing. He walked to the wall where their picture was at and showed it to her.  “So, which one of them is your boyfriend?”, he asked, holding up the polaroid in front of her.

She pointed at Jin sheepishly and then gave out a little laugh. The photo Ono-san showed her was the one where her, Ono-san, Jin, Jimin and Jungkook were doing funny poses. Jin had his “screaming man” look like his picture when he rode the rollercoaster in a Run BTS episode.

“Hmmm, handsome one. Good choice, lucky star!”, Ono-san declared as he brought out 2 shot glasses and a small bottle of sake. He poured one for her and himself. “Omedeto soshite gambaru! Kampai! (Congratulations and good luck. Cheers)”, Ono-san said before downing his one shot.

2157. She was having a cup of coffee on the sofa, contemplating the ‘plan’ she thought of for their trip. She wasn’t sure how she would communicate it to him but she had to try. She hoped that Jin can get Jungkook to help again as it would be a complicated thing to discuss.

Bzzzzzzzz...  She heard her phone vibrating and saw a LINE call coming in with the Mario icon and the letters ‘SK’ at the bottom.

“Hello?”, she said. 

“Hi, hi!”, Jin said to her. “How are you?”

“Hey, I’m fine. How about you?”

“I’m ok. I have translator. Tell him plan, ok?”, Jin said before he handed the phone to someone else.

“Hi, this is Namjoon.”, another voice said on the phone.

RM! Wow, she thought. I didn’t expect him to help! She said hi and introduced herself.

“So, Jin hyung said that you guys have a plan for tomorrow and he wants to know where you are going. He, um... wait...”, RM drifted off and she could hear them talking to each other in Korean.

“Jin said he is so excited to see you again and he hopes you ate well and are not cold and... sorry...”, RM said and she heard him laugh as Jin’s voice was getting more excited and loud.

“He said he misses you a lot.”, RM told her which made her blush.

“Thanks, Namjoon. It’s good to meet you. Thanks for helping translate.”

“Well, I’m used to it. Jin hyung knows how to speak too but he needs to practice more so he can get used to it. Maybe you’ll be able to push him haha.”, RM said and she could hear Jin complaining in the background.

”Sure, I’ll do that. As his leader, I know you look at for him and the others a lot. I appreciate it you taking good care of them. You’re a great leader.”

RM ecstatically said, “Thank you! Wow, that means a lot!”

She couldn’t hear Jin anymore and RM was also quiet for a couple of seconds. RM then laughed and Jin as well and he said, “Jin hyung is giving me evil looks and told me to back off from you because you’re his. Haha, this hyung, so jealous!”

She laughed and could hear Jin complaining again. “Namjoon, can you tell him that I have two options for him and he has to choose as to where we will go?”

She started explaining to RM the two choices she planned for the trip that would last for a whole week. As she was explaining, RM was translating and she could hear Jin verbally nodding to each statement.

“So is it the first plan or the second one?”, she asked.

Namjoon replied, “He’s good with the second one. He’ll rent a car to go to you tomorrow after the concert.”

“Alright then.” She was surprised he chose the second option which would be a little harder to do but he was all for it. 

“Just want to let you know, personally...”, Namjoon said. “Jin hyung is totally into you. He has a soft spot and can be impulsive but you seem to mean a lot to him. Please take care of him. I’m worried that...”

“I understand what you’re trying to say, Namjoon.”, she said. “I hope you can talk to him too and ask him many times if this is what he wants to do. I totally understand your careers and I don’t want to jeopardize it either. But I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel anything for Jin. I am totally in over my head too.”

RM gave a soft chuckle, “I already spoke to him and he doesn’t want to change his mind. He said there is something about you two he needs to know and discover. Sort of like destiny. I’m not someone to think negatively of it but he’s very happy so I won’t stop him. Just take care.”

She thanked RM for his honesty and she said she hoped to speak with him face to face in the future. “At this rate, Jin hyung won’t want to us to meet yet haha. He thinks I’ll take you away since we can speak English together.”

She could hear Jin again, loudly asking for the phone back while RM was laughing. RM quickly said Bye and she heard Jin on the phone.

“Hi! I see you tomorrow, ok? Miss you!”, Jin said quickly and made kissy noises which made her giggle. She said good bye and hung up, with cheeks pretty flushed and her head on a tailspin.

---- to be continued---

[niallsstainedcoffeecup]

An RA Love Story

Harry and Y/N are feuding resident assistants, but Y/N has a plan to bring both floors together.  Feedback and Request are welcomed.  Enjoy!  Lots of Love!

          Harry skimmed the weekly university newsletter.  He grabbed the steaming mug, sipping the boiling coffee. Harry hissed as the liquid burnt his throat.  Harry’s tired eyes attempted to focus on the Dean’s advice.  Last night,  Harry’s roommate, Zayn, ditched his RA duties.  Even though last night was Harry’s only night off, Harry watched over the third floor.  Did Harry enjoy working in a dormitory filled with the annoying freshman?  No, but Liam stole the last spot at the posh senior apartments.  A shrill scream from upstairs startled Harry.  Harry’s mug sloshed, spilling coffee on Harry’s sweatpants.  Harry cursed, standing abruptly, escaping from the burning pants.  Harry grumbled, knowing who’s fault this was.  Y/N, the fourth floor RA.  Harry despised Y/N for many reasons.  Y/N and Niall ran the fourth floor with a carefree attitude.  The freshman upstairs threw parties, which woke Harry from his slumber.  Y/N filled the third floor’s bulletin board with flyers about recycling.  Harry always threw away her flyers because nobody in college cared about recycling.  Y/N was like a pestering fly that wouldn’t stop bothering Harry.   *  *  *  *

          Niall jogged down the hall, knocking loudly on the decorated door. The young freshman unlocked her door, glaring at Niall.   “What do you want?” She hissed. Niall smiled, “We heard a scream come from your room.  Is everything okay?” The girl huffed, “Do I look okay?  My boyfriend dumped me after we slept together.” Niall wanted to roll his eyes at the naïve girl, but that would be against RA policy.  Instead, Niall swapped the grin for a frown. “I’m sorry.  That must be rough.  Would you like to talk about it?” Niall asked, praying she said no. The girl grinned, “Are you asking me out?” Niall’s eyes widened, “No.  I am not allowed to date anyone from this dorm.” The girl pouted, “Life is unfair.  I’ll be fine, but I can’t promise I won’t scream again.  He won’t stop posting pictures with my best friend.” Niall nodded, “I understand.  Maybe you should delete the app.  Have a lovely day.” Niall walked to his room, waving at everyone. Niall unlocked his door, stepping into the room.  Y/N sat on her bed, typing up another research paper.  Niall exhaled, falling onto his bed. “Why did I sign up for this job?” Niall complained, rubbing his aching knee. Y/N giggled, glancing up from her screen, “You are a good friend, and applied so I wouldn’t have to do it alone.” Niall nodded, glaring at her, “You promised me loads of beer.  Do I even get a beer?” She rolled her eyes, “Will you stop being an old man and read my paper?” Niall nodded, sitting up to grab her whirring laptop.  Y/N grinned, watching Niall’s facial expressions as he read her thesis.  Y/N didn’t know where she would be without Niall. *  *  *  *

           Harry stirred the ramen, reading the textbook’s small text.  Zayn stumbled into the messy room, grinning from ear to ear. Harry looked up at Zayn, glaring at the lovestruck man.   “Guess who slept with senior RA, Gigi?” Zayn asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Harry scoffed,  “You are the worst.  While you were getting laid, I took care of the floor.” Zayn smirked, “You did an amazing job. Would you like a night off?” “I don’t need a night off.  I also don’t need you leaving every night,” Harry grumbled. Zayn nodded, “Okay, I promise to work harder. Why are you so grumpy?” “Y/N’s floor won’t shut up.  One girl screamed and made me spill my coffee.” Zayn chuckled, “Why don’t you just sleep with her and get the tension out of the way?” Harry flicked Zayn off, leaving the kitchen.  Harry locked his bedroom door, needing space and silence.  Harry laid on his bed, closing his drooping eyes.  Noise from upstairs kept Harry awake.  Harry grumbled, deciding that tomorrow he would complain to Y/N.   *  *  *  *

           A loud knock rattled Y/N’s room.  Y/N shot up, wiping the sleep from her eyes.  Did Niall forget his key again, or did someone need her assistance?   “I’m coming,” Y/N called out, slipping her pink robe around her freezing body.   She shuffled, opening the heavy door. Harry waited until his clock passed midnight before he strolled down to Y/N’s dorm.  Since Y/N’s floor bothered Harry, he decided to interrupt Y/N’s slumber. Harry smirked once he saw her tired eyes staring back in confusion. “Harry, what’s wrong?  Did someone on my floor bother you?” She wondered. Harry nodded, “Your freshman constantly annoy me.  Do you ever follow the rules?” Y/N frowned, “Harry, Niall and I run our floor the best that we can.” Harry ignored the guilt gnawing at his heart, “Well, you better try harder.  My floor never breaks the rules.” Y/N nodded, trying to calm the anger boiling in her blood.  How dare Harry accuse her of not working hard enough.  It wasn’t easy to tend to thirty students.  Harry strutted off, proud of his speech.  Y/N didn’t understand why Harry disliked her.  Whenever she first met Harry, she fell head over heels. Harry would pop up in the laundromat, and Y/N would spill detergent everywhere.  Harry would ask her a question during RA meetings, and she would stutter over her words.  Y/N recently moved on, sensing the increased tension between Harry and her.  She hoped one day they could be friends.   *  *  *  *

           Niall arranged the pizza boxes, greeting everyone that entered the common area.  Y/N scheduled an emergency floor meeting tonight.  Niall planned on grabbing dinner with Liam, but Y/N offered to write Niall’s paper if he helped.   “Welcome, I’m sorry to call an emergency meeting on a Friday night,” Y/N cheered, grinning at the scowling faces. Niall stood up, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, “We decided to buy everyone pizza.” “Yes, help yourselves to free pizza.  We have a fun idea for everyone,” Y/N giggled. “Lately, the third floor has complained about our floor; we cannot sit back while they insult us.  Y/N came up with a plan,” Niall mumbled. “We will have a prank war.  Whoever shall forfeit first will clean our bathrooms for an entire month,” Y/N stated. Niall smirked, “Is everyone willing to participate?” Everyone cheered, chatting among themselves about ideas.  Y/N chuckled, feeling excited to prank Harry.  Niall whistled, gathering everyone’s attention. “What will our first move be?” *  *  *  * 

           At the beginning of the semester, Harry handed out his number to every student on his floor.  He didn’t like the idea of his students walking alone drunk, so he offered to help anyone in need.  What he didn’t expect was a phone call at six in the morning.  Harry answered the call, pressing his phone against his ear. “Hello?” His voice thick with sleep. “Harry, this is Tim from room 301.  Have you seen our hallway?” Harry’s eyes popped open as he quickly tossed the blankets from his body.  Harry ran toward the hallway, throwing his door open.  Harry gasped, nearly falling onto the first prank.  Tiny paper cups filled with water littered the third floor. “Dammit!” Harry shouted, spinning around to call Zayn.   One by one, each student opened their door to find the cups.  If anybody attempted to leave their room, each cup would knock over another, creating a mess.  Harry and Zayn started collecting the cups with help from the other students. Harry’s phone dinged with a message from Y/N. I hope you loved our little prank.  Love, the fourth floor.  By the way, if you forfeit then your floor cleans the fourth floor’s bathroom. Harry growled, declaring war on the fourth floor.  If they wanted a prank war, then they would get a prank war.   *  *  *  *

           Y/N’s alarm blared in the silent room.  Y/N stretched, brewing her first cup of coffee. She grabbed her bathroom supplies, needing to shower before her morning classes.  Y/N opened her door, yelping whenever she ran into the saran wrap blocking her doorway.  Niall jumped awake, glancing around the room. “What?  What happened?  Did someone try to break in?” Niall slurred out. Y/N shook her head, glaring at Harry’s text, “The war has begun.” I hope you don’t miss class.  Sincerely, the third floor.   “That man doesn’t know what he just signed up for,” She grumbled.   Removing the saran wrap from her door took five minutes, but helping everyone else with their blocked doors took almost an hour.  Y/N nearly missed her first class of the day.   *  *  *  *

           Harry attended a local fraternity party, where he hooked up with a stunning sorority girl.  Sadly, she didn’t love the idea of cuddling and kicked Harry out of her room. The midnight air was thick.  The bright moon shined down on Harry’s stumbling figure.  His hooded eyes searched for his dorm.  Why did Harry drink so many shots?  Harry managed to find his dorm, tripping up the stairs.  Harry rounded the corner, groaning once he found his hallway.  The fourth floor created a toilet paper maze throughout the hallway.  Harry sighed, beginning his task of removing the maze before anyone woke up.  Harry wondered how much longer he could handle this prank war.   *  *  *  *

           Niall opened the door, cackling once he saw the floating bananas.  Y/N pulled each banana from the hanging string, presenting each room with a couple of bananas.   “Do you think they are giving up?” Niall wondered, tugging on his skinny jeans. Y/N shrugged, “Maybe they are saving something for the real deal.” Niall nodded, watching Y/N change out of her pajamas.  Niall sat on his bed, pulling his phone from his pocket.   “How was the frat party last night?” Niall asked. She winced, recalling the memories from last night.  Liam asked Niall and her to attend, but Niall couldn’t leave the floor all alone.  Y/N showed up, drinking whatever drink that Liam handed to her.  Her head ached from the loud music blaring from the living room.  She escaped up the stairs, trying to find an empty room to hide in.  Her sweaty hands pushed open one door, stumbling upon Harry kissing some sorority girl.  Y/N didn’t understand why her heart broke, but she quickly shut the door, escaping before anyone noticed her.  Tears blurred her vision as she darted out of the house and back to her room.  Whenever she came in, Niall had fallen asleep, so he didn’t hear her sobs.   “The party was amazing,” She lied. *  *  *  *

           Harry dragged his feet toward Y/N’s room, preparing his forfeit speech.  He stood in front of her decorated door, waiting until the courage bubbled up within.  He exhaled, knocking softly this time.  The door swung open, revealing Y/N dressed in a beautiful dress.   “Harry, what are you doing here?” She asked, shocked that Harry stood outside her door. Harry chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “Do you have time to talk?” She frowned, glancing down at her dress, “I have a few minutes.” She backed away from the door, allowing space for Harry to slip in.  Harry noted the difference in sides.  Niall’s side of the dorm was neat and all about Ireland.  Y/N’s side was messy and filled with Tumblr inspired décor.   “What did you need to talk about?” Y/N asked with a short tone. Harry quirked an eyebrow, “I need to talk about the prank war.  Did I do something?” She rolled her eyes, “You always do something. You insult me nonstop.  You think you are better than me.  You are the worst.” Harry’s jaw dropped. Where was this outburst coming from?  Harry glared, she was not going to walk over him. “I’m the worst?  You and your freshman keep me up all night.  You always fill our bulletin board with nonsense.  Nobody gives a shit about recycling.  You started this prank war, so if that’s why you are mad, then you can get over it.” Her nostrils flared, “That is not what I am mad about.  I started the prank war to bring the floors together.  You are ridiculous.  I can’t believe I had feelings for you.” Harry’s argument halted after hearing her admit that she liked him.  Harry opened his mouth multiple times like a fish out of water.   Y/N rolled her eyes, “Do you want to know why I’m mad?  I’m mad because you always treat me like garbage and yet I can’t stop drooling over you. I saw you kissing someone else, but I can’t stop picturing us together.  I’m sorry for bothering you.  I won’t talk to you again.  You can do all business through Niall.  Now, I have to go.  I have a date.” Harry’s heart cracked into a million pieces. Harry’s stomach churned with guilt. The look of sorrow on her face messed with Harry’s mind.  Did he hate her?  Was he trying to hate her to push away his feelings?  Either way, he was too late.   *  *  *  *

           Harry carried the bouquet of roses up to Y/N’s room. Harry owed her an apology.  After their conversation, Harry couldn’t stop thinking of Y/N.  Harry knocked on her door, hoping she was home.  Niall opened the door, smiling widely at Harry. “Hey, what are you doing here?  Are you here to forfeit?” Niall asked, leaning against the doorframe. Harry shook his head, “No, is Y/N here? I wanted to give her these roses.” Niall stared at Harry then at the roses, smiling at Harry’s blushing cheeks.   Niall shook his head, “No, she went out with some guy.  Do you want me to give these to her?” Harry nodded, “Thank you.  Can you tell her that I’m sorry?” Niall nodded, stealing the bouquet from Harry. All week Harry attempted to catch Y/N and apologize in person.  Every time Harry knocked, Niall answered.  Niall promised to give Y/N the bouquet, but she never messaged Harry.  Harry’s plan was failing, but he had one last trick up his sleeve. *  *  *  *

           Y/N stepped into her room, groaning once she saw another bouquet from Harry.   Niall chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose, “Loverboy showed up again.” She rolled her eyes, throwing her scarf on a nearby chair, “Don’t call him that.” “How was your night out with Louis?” Niall smirked. Y/N huffed, “Louis and I are just friends.” “Why did you tell Harry that you were going on a date with him then?” She glared, “Who’s side are you on?” Niall shrugged, “I’m on Harry’s side.  He may have been a jerk, but he changed. He’s sorry.” Y/N ignored Niall’s comment, focusing on changing out of her clothes.  Was there a chance between her and Harry? *  *  *  *

           The freshman sobbed, blabbing on about her cheating boyfriend.  Y/N rubbed the girl’s shoulders, listening to her heartbreaking story.  Nights like these reminded Y/N of why she signed up to be an RA.  She loved helping people, and college students needed all of the help they could get. Y/N remembered crying to her RA about one night stands and dates gone wrong.  Y/N stayed with the freshman until she fell asleep.  Y/N left, loudly yawning as she checked each room.  Y/N noticed the common area light was still on, so she walked over to flick the light switch.  Harry sat on the couch, reading his textbook.  Y/N nearly screamed, startled by Harry’s figure.   “Harry, what are you doing here?” She hissed. Harry looked up from his book, grinning widely, “I am reading about biology.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “What are you doing on my floor?” Harry nodded, standing up to straighten his outfit, “I am here to forfeit the prank war.” Y/N smiled, “Are you giving up already?” Harry smirked, “I had many plans, but I figured you needed it more.  I’m sorry.” “What are you sorry about?” Harry frowned, “I treated you horribly. I talk about being kind, but I didn’t follow my advice.  You are doing the best that you can.  You are amazing at your job.  Our floor is best friends with your floor, and that wouldn’t have happened without the prank war.  You tied us together, and I was wrong to call you a bother.  I’m also sorry that you caught me with that girl.  I didn’t think that I liked you until I realized why you bothered me so much.  I didn’t want to date you because I was afraid to fall for you.  Now, I know that I am a fool to run from you.  You are amazing, and I’d be lucky to date you.  Can you give me a chance?” She blushed, “Harry, you are the absolute worst.  You bother me all week, and finally, sit out all night to ask me out?  What makes you think that I will say yes?” Harry stared wide-eyed at his shoes, “I don’t know.  I guess I was wrong.” She laughed, “Harry, I’m joking.  I will go on a date with you but don’t think you are out of that punishment.  Our floor likes our bathrooms cleaned with lemon cleaner.” Harry rolled his eyes, chuckling at her comment, “We will get started right away.  First, I have a girl to kiss.” She smirked, strutting up to Harry. Harry reached forward to tug her closer, but her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his rosy lips to her waiting plump ones.  Harry was thrown off by her taking the lead but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. The kiss sent chills down Harry’s spine and sent Y/N’s heart into a frenzy.  Harry had a feeling that the two floors were going to get even closer.  

[theepitomeofamess]

Guess you’d call this chapter 2?

Back by demand of maybe 3 people (specifically @individual-charlie) here’s a continuation of what I posted a few hours ago. Not as much theater and singing, but plenty of Logince for people who are trash like me.

High school AU, Theater AU, Logince, 2681 words, no warnings (i think)

The rest of the rehearsal went off without a hitch. Logan turned out to be the same size as Dexter, which meant all of the costumes they had prepared fit perfectly. His portrayal of the narrator was practically type-casting, and his work with the mysterious man’s riddles was wonderful.

Before he knew it, Roman was walking out of rehearsal by Logan’s side, going on and on about how well he’d done and how he couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s rehearsal and opening night and he knew Logan would do well and-

“How did you know?” Logan’s question was too calm, obviously holding something back. Roman hummed in response. “How did you know?” Those were the only words Logan seemed to be able to say.

“I’m observant,” Roman shrugged. “Also I might’ve heard you a few times helping other people run through lines and songs and you got really into the parts you were given. I don’t know why nobody else thought of you. Hey do you wanna go to Waffle House?” Logan opened his mouth to argue with Roman but seemed to get whiplash from how fast Roman changed the subject.

“I- what?”

“I’m feeling like some hash browns, maybe an omelette. It’s cheap and close. You in?”

“I thought the cast said they were going to Cookout.”

“Yeah, they are, but we don’t have to do everything as a cast, do we? I wanna talk to you a bit more.”

“I need to get home and do my homework.”

“Do you have anyone here to pick you up?”

“No, I usually walk.” Roman’s heart sank into his stomach at that comment. It was so casual, so nonchalant.

“Does anybody walk with you?” Roman must not have done a very good job of masking his concern, because Logan’s brow furrowed in slight confusion. Roman wasn’t exactly mad at his open concern. They didn’t live in a bad area of town, but anything could happen to a person walking alone, especially in this day and age.

“No.” Roman squared his jaw unintentionally. “It’s not like it’s a long walk. My neighborhood’s ten minutes that way,” he pointed the direction out, “then five or ten more to get from the neighborhood entrance to my parent’s house.” Roman’s eyes ran over Logan’s slight figure. Was all that exercise why he’s so skinny? He was flooded with more concern when he realized that a ten minute walk in the direction Logan had pointed out would be across a busy highway where a lot of crashes have occurred. He gritted his teeth.

“What’d you have for lunch?” Logan cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out why Roman was asking all of these questions.

“An orange.” Roman’s eyes blew wide, his mouth opening to say something but Logan cut him off. “All I had was a dollar, I didn’t have any money in my account, it was either an orange or a cookie and I didn’t feel like having something so sweet and unhealthy.” Roman’s fingers combed his hair, frustration threatening to tear the strands out.

“What about supper? Do your parents have anything planned?”

“I mean, I think I still have a few ramen cups left. If not, there’s always a peanut butter and Crofter’s sandwich.” Roman had to hold himself back from screaming at the comment and how carelessly it was delivered. Logan didn’t seem to care at all that what he was describing sounded like living off the bare minimum and Roman couldn’t have that.

“Okay, no. Let me get you a proper meal, my treat, if you eat it all there, that’s great, but otherwise you take what you will in a box and I’ll drive you home. Okay?” Logan opened his mouth to protest, but Roman stepped forward, cutting him off. “Please, just let me. For my sake if not yours. Otherwise I’ll worry myself to death over what you’re eating, where you are, what may or may not have happened, just… please let me?” Logan’s confusion relaxed, looking up at Roman in an attempt to try and identify what exactly that expression implied, what he was trying to say.

“All right,” Logan conceded, “fine. But again, this is for your sake, not mine.” Roman grinned, nodding as he took Logan’s hand to lead him to his car. His red Nissan Sentra wasn’t the most attractive thing, but it was also the one his parents had passed down to him so they could get a new one for themselves, and it got him where he needed to go. He decided to wait until another day to tell Logan that he called it The Argo.

The drive was quiet, Logan not wanting to distract Roman from the road and Roman not wanting to make Logan uncomfortable - or any more than he already was. As Logan swiped through his phone, reading something that Roman couldn’t make out, Roman’s mind wandered to the first time he’d met Logan.

They knew each other long before they met. Logan had always been on the quiet side for the most part. Not shy, just quiet. When Roman first saw him on the back row of the choir room Freshman year, sitting on his own and reading a book that looked like it had been worn down within an inch of its life, he’d gotten curious. When he’d heard him sing, he’d wanted to talk to him but could never quite find him as he was swarmed by others talking to him and Logan always moved so quickly to get out of there.

They finally met a year ago when Logan took up the task of playing the accompaniment for the musical on piano. It was hard to get band people to do orchestra considering half of them were only there for the arts credit and the other half had other things that kept them from doing anything else after school. The first song Roman heard Logan playing was Married Life from Up. Logan hadn’t stopped when Roman leaned up against the piano and grinned. They’d exchanged some compliments and some banter before Roman got called away.

That was their relationship for the last year. A quick exchange of banter, an argument here and there, a smirk from Roman and a glance from Logan. Logan often got called up to play the accompaniment for choir, Thomas having taken a liking to his piano playing and how it freed up his own hands to conduct and correct the choir at large. Roman enjoyed how Logan played because from where he was seated, he managed to get a glimpse at both his concentrated expression and his dancing fingers. The two were a contradiction of each other, his expression completely blank and his fingers oozing every emotion of the song he was playing.

That was around the same time that Roman found Logan helping other theater kids with lines. The first time he’d discovered it he was helping Virgil with a scene for his acting class that Joan had suggested he take to help with his public speaking. It had been a dramatic monologue for Virgil, and he'd asked Logan to do it as an example. Roman had overheard and gotten pulled away just before Logan could finish, but he'd been able to hear the passion in Logan’s voice, the pain that the monologue was meant to bring out. He'd wanted to see Logan do an actual performance ever since.

“Anything for you boys to drink?” The waitress had a voice that rang of cigarettes and shouting, the friction making Roman’s chest quiver. He didn't quite remember pulling into the driveway or parking or holding the door open for Logan so he could go in and pick out a booth, but they were there and that's all that mattered at that point.

“A diet Coke for me, please,” Roman replied.

“Water and a coffee, please.” Roman tried not to squint at Logan’s choice of coffee.

“Coming right up.” The woman smiled against her foundation-filled wrinkles before going back behind the counter to fix the drinks.

“Coffee? Won't that keep you awake?”

“That’s the idea.” Logan’s response somehow brought Roman’s attention to how dark the rings around Logan’s eyes were, how his eyes burned red with exhaustion. Roman had heard Logan lecturing Virgil about getting enough sleep plenty of times before. Was he really so hypocritical?

“You should probably look into getting some rest. You look like you need it.”

“I could say the same to you.” Logan glanced up from the menu, eyeing Roman’s dark circles and messy hair. He cut Roman off before he could pursue the subject. “What’s good here, anyway? Is it all just breakfast?” Roman paused, his mouth still hanging open a bit in disbelief.

“Have you never been here before?” Logan shook his head. “How have you-”

“Here ya go, boys. Diet Coke, and a water and coffee. You want some cream with that, sweetheart?”

“No, thank you.”

“Alrighty, you boys ready to order?”

“I’ll just have whatever he’s having.” Logan’s request put an unusually heavy weight on Roman’s shoulders. Everything seemed to be happening around him instead of with him. The waitress looked to him for the order. After a moment’s silence, Roman looked up to the waitress, flashing a smile.

“Two egg fiesta omelette and large hashbrowns, please.”

“Two of those, comin’ right up.” The waitress smiled again before turning to shout the order at the chef.

“Is it always so empty in here?” Logan’s question recaptured Roman’s attention, reminding him that he’d never been to Waffle House before.

“Only around this time of day. Lots of people come for breakfast, as you can imagine, then the stoners and drunks come later at night.”

“Like Taco Bell?”

“I’m not sure,” Roman chuckled, “I’m not usually out here at two in the morning.” That comment gained a twitch at the corner of Logan’s mouth as he sipped his coffee. “So how have you never been out here? I've never met anyone that hasn't been to Waffle House.”

“I don't tend to go out anywhere for dinner. Grew up on anything microwavable and that could be eaten straight out of the fridge or cabinet.” Roman’s smile faded a bit at the thought. Never going out?

“Your parents penny pinchers?” Logan’s eyes fell to watch his coffee as he swirled it.

“In a way.” Concern returned to weigh heavy on Roman’s shoulders before Logan took in a deep breath, straightening himself out. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Hm?”

“You said you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yeah, and that's what we’re doing. We’re talking.” Logan’s eyes squinted and flicked away from Roman to think on what he’d said.

“I suppose you're right.” Roman smirked at Logan’s conclusion. “If you don't mind, though, I’d prefer if we change the subject. Like why the hell you pulled me up and put me on the spot with no warning.”

“Because I knew you could do it. You pay enough attention to have the lines memorized, you've got a powerful voice, and you're a great actor.” Logan paused, looking across the table to Roman.

“Coming from you, that means a lot, but that still doesn't explain why you couldn’t at least confer with me before pouncing on me and dragging me up there.”

“If I’d asked you would’ve refused, and we need you. Besides, you deserve some time in the limelight, with all that talent you're packing.”

“You should know that I don't know how to take a compliment.” Roman shrugged, opening his mouth to continue only to get cut off. “How do you think you did on that math test earlier this week?”

“Pardon?” Roman got a chance to collect himself as the waitress set their meals in front of them, grinning at the pair of them with lipstick-stained teeth. They thanked her in almost perfect unison before she was gone again.

“The math test. I saw you at tutoring for it and am curious as to how you think you did.” Roman hummed, grabbing the ketchup from the metal rack under the window. He’d almost forgotten that Logan was in his math class.

“I don’t know, I probably flunked it. Again. Math isn't exactly my best subject. It’s boring, I can’t focus.” Ketchup squirted onto Roman’s hash browns as Logan cut a piece out of his omelette, looking it over to see what exactly is in it.

“I could help you, if you like.” Roman looked up from his plate, hope glittering in his eyes before fizzling out when he thought twice.

“I mean, you can try if you want to, but I’m pretty much a hopeless case, so-”

“No one-” Logan cleared his throat after swallowing the bite. “No one’s a hopeless case. Next time you come to tutoring, come find me. We’ll see what we can do.” Roman grinned at the offer, his grin earning a soft smile from Logan as he took another sip of his coffee.

“Thanks,” he replied a bit too quietly. “What do you think so far?”

“Better than I expected. The jalapeno has a nice kick.”

The rest of the night was quiet. The two of them talked about food and music and singing and Broadway and eventually things that made no sense. Roman found out that Logan’s favorite musical is Hamilton and made sure Logan knew that he planned to hear him rap Guns and Ships at some point or another. They talked about school and Shakespeare and poetry, which Logan seemed unusually excited about, his excitement making his almost black eyes glitter in a way that made it impossible for Roman not to giggle. Roman cleaned his plate and Logan took home a box with half an omelette and most of his hash browns despite seeming like he really enjoyed the meal, his lack of appetite causing Roman’s concern to press into his shoulders again.

Logan made sure to thank Roman for paying at least three times before they even got in his car. Once they were on the road, Roman turned on his radio to the show tunes station and immediately started singing along to Seasons of Love. Logan didn’t sing along, but Roman could see him smiling and mouthing the words every now and then as he drove.

As Logan gave directions to his house, Roman discovered that they lived in the same neighborhood, Roman’s house in the center of the cul de sac that Logan’s house sat on the corner of. The lack of a car in Logan’s driveway made Roman’s brow furrow.

“Parents aren’t home yet, huh? Working late?”

“Away on business.” Logan’s answer was too simple as he gathered his bag and started for the door.

“You taking the bus in the morning?”

“No. I’m not on the list, they won’t let me on.” Roman groaned at the school’s paranoid bus system.

“I’m picking you up.”

“Roman-”

“I live right down the street. I’m picking you up. What time are you usually out the door?” Logan bit the inside of his cheek.

“Six forty-five.” Roman nodded at the time. That was usually when he’d get in his car to get to school just to avoid the traffic of buses. “Thanks again for this,” Logan held up his box of food.

“Anytime, man.” Roman smirked as Logan opened the door to leave. “Who knows, going out after rehearsal might become a tradition.” Looking back into the car before closing the door, Roman saw a smile tug at Logan’s lips. A small nod provided a silent “Good night” and Logan closed the door.

Roman watched as Logan went up his driveway to his front door, ensuring that he was inside before pulling out. Less than a minute later, he was back in his own house, greeting his mother with a kiss on the cheek and gaining a smack on the shoulder from his dad.

Roman was back in his room before he saw himself and wondered how long he’d been so flushed, how long his heart had been pounding and rolling like a marching snare.

[fairielust]

yesterday !

ok ok i’m finally gonna sit down n write this shit out before it leaves me shjbgk

ok so as we know yesterday was my japanese excursion (last one evER) n for some god forsaken reason my parents thought it’d be a good idea to see the annual light festival, vivid, on the same day Sooo your girl had to get off an earlier stop @ the end which sucked but i’ll get into detail later lol

so i got up nice n early for a saturday to have a shower n do my makeup n i realised i looked extra asf for an excursion but wisteria knew i had vivid afterwards so i had an excuse lol

our lil class got to the station an hour early to buy drinks n snacks n @ 11 we were all waiting for wisteria who, like a goddamn angel, had come up the stairs n saw us sitting @ a bench n my heart stopped bc i forgot it was a saturday n i was in casual clothes n makeup n seeing wisteria outside of school was incredible wtf

also i was drinking hot chocolate n of course my lipstick was all over the cup n i got heaps shy n quickly drank it all lmao i hate myself

anyway so we’re waiting for the train to come n we’re all chatting in japanese n english about random shit like this movie i watched the night before n how we all did not want to do this speaking thing n how dinner was gonna be the best,,, eventually the train came n we boarded n i got super jealous bc wisteria called one of my friends over to talk about her major work n of course they were talking for the entire time n i was lowkey jealous bc i wanted to sit beside her lmao. we also had to change trains n for some reason it dropped to like -10 degrees ?? n we were all huddled together in a cute asf circle shivering while i constantly asked if i could (jokingly) jump off the platform bc i hATE SPEAKING n i hatE WHEN IM COLD 

all was good n we walked to the fancy asf school where the speaking thing was held n wisteria had to leave us bc she was going to be one of the teacher’s who asked questions 2 the students but like,,, we’re not allowed to go to her n i wanted to die even more bc there was a shit ton of native speakers n a few white teachers n i knew no one but wisteria n i hated it so much omg,,,

i find it ironic how i can speak japanese quite well when i’m not pressured hmmm

so yeah that was a miserable experience n now i’m so scared 4 the real thing help

wisteria had to stay till 4 (we were there since 1) so she let us walk off to the plaza that was nearby n we chilled there until it was close to 4 before we returned. while waiting for her outside the building we all decided to remix a song that we constantly sing in class that’s one of wisteria’s favourite japanese songs (by remix it was like an acapella edm remix where i dabbed bc lit) n when she came out of the building we hurried her over to where we were sitting n started n she was laughing @ our stupidity wow i love an iconic class

next we started walking to the restaurant where we’d be having dinner n it took absolutely forever,,, when we got there there was a small queue n suddenly wisteria got really excited bc she realised that this particular restaurant was the one she wanted to try for a while now n it was so cute tbh (i wasn’t gonna admit that in person tho hell to the no)

we got a table n again i wasn’t sitting beside her :(( but it’s ok bc she teased me either way. my brother had texted me asking if i was gonna get the kid’s ramen n i told that to wisteria n she laughed so loudly lmao

let me tell you. torikaraage, or fried chicken, is legit the best thing in the world. it’s not like kfc. it’s japanese fried chicken. it’s incredible. that’s my obsession, alongside ramen. wisteria on the other hand,,, her favourite drink is oolong tea n when she had it she was squealing like a little girl agAIN so not only is she obsessed with walls n green tea but she also loves oolong tea n i’m just sobbing she’s so precious :’)

we got a group selfie together which was cute <3  

after dinner we started to walk to the train station but we got lost a bit n had to catch a bus but it’s ok we eventually made it lol. 

tho,, along the way,,, wisteria (for the millionth time) had stopped and squealed n it scared me a lil ngl so i turned around n she was already running off w some of us,,, i followed n honestly my breath caught in my throat.

there like this opening which had a view of the city from afar with all the lights on the buildings from the light festival i’m supposed to be seeing afterwards. n while it was afar it was magical ?? like one of those surreal anime moments. just the five of us w their japanese teacher standing in the darkness, watching the city n the lights w the wind in our hair. 

(n i was standing right beside wisteria)

i was actually ready to cry both emotionally n bc i was so tired

we made it to the station n caught the next train n i realised that it was only two stops after that i’d have to get off which SUCKED my gosh. BUT i was sitting beside wisteria n when it got close to my stop i started to hug all my friends goodbye. n then,,, i made a risky move (in my mind, at least) n turned to hug wisteria n she returned the hug n honestly it was one of those(TM) hugs,,, yknow those rare ones that for a moment you actually believe things will be okay n she was so warm n soft n i’m tearing up thinking about it (you best believe my arms did not leave my body the rest of the night) <3

n she jokingly said ‘nice knowing you’ when i said i might get kidnapped n i rolled my eyes n laughed smh !!!

n here’s another thing: i was wearing my scarf the entire day n i had worn it today, n while i was doing something i randomly put my face in it to keep me warm n there was a perfume scent that was most definitely not mine,,, my perfume is sweet n stuff but there was a v new scent that isn’t mine, or my mums, or anyone except wisteria. bc i knew i could smell her perfume when we hugged. oh my fucking god i aint washing my scarf now.

someone (wisteria) pls hold me i’m so emotional n i’m planning on talking to her tomorrow after class to ask if it was possible to have some sort of weekly speaking practice from now to the final speaking exam bc again, i’m an anxious unprepared shit n i need actual help @ this point,,,

okAy that was a wild ride !!! if you made it to the end thank you for reading my emotional ramble !!! i love one teacher n her name is wisteria !!! <3

(also happy pride month fellow tc-er’s if you celebrate it <3)