#myml

[glove23]

here's to everyone who is still reading and kudos-ing myml and ymmf even tho I haven't updated in two years ♥️ I see y'all in my kudos email every day tyvm

[vreenak]

Masterlist: My LOTR/ROP/Hobbit/Tolkien gifsets

Tags are great, but what can I say, I love masterlists! 📝

Will be updated as I make more.

Adar

Celebrimbor

Elrond (all)

Elrond (Hugo Weaving)

Elrond (Robert Aramayo)

Gil-galad

Lindir

Tauriel

Thranduil

Misc. (Places, objects, etc.)

Firstborn Meme (misc elves)

[skipblebee]

Mymle, Little My and a small snufmin doodle :)

[sparkles-and-trash]

ABC Characters Challenge:

A is for Aurora👑

I’m gonna be posting these on my mostly dead insta that I’m trying to revive as well, it’s over at @ mymle and y’all are very welcome to follow along 💞

[victor-aguilar]

tw vent

so so soooo fucking upset bc 1 ITS ALREADY BEEN A FUCKING YEAR??????

2. nye is one of the greatest fucking times of the year bc lbeing aroind soo many others and just the communal collective feeling of joy and happiness and HUMANITY is snth so so special to me. and we brike the fucking traidtion of going to the contemporary and watchung the fireworkd at mk... bc my fuckass parents dont 1 wanna stay up late app 2 my dad decided roadside attractions (literal boring ass bhildings) was a better idea.

3 he has not stopped being an asshoel . bim and myml mom wont stip fucking fighutngm

4 I HAVE BEEN STUCK INSIDE MY FUCKING HOUSE ALL YEAR. I FEEL MORE AND MORE DEATCAHED FROM REAIITY AD THE DAYS GO BYM GETTINF TO DO OUR ANNUAL NYE AT THE CONTEMPO WOULD HAVE HELPED SO MYCH. I WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY. I WOULD BE ABLE TO PRETEND LIKE ECERYTHINGS NOTNAL FOR A NIGHT. BUT NO. WE ARE ONXE AGAIN STUCK AT OUR FUCKASS HKUSE AND OUR FUCKASS LIFE

5 its like a fucking year hasnt wven padssed this is a fucking big deal for most people. but its like these assholes have no fucking clue!!!! this is just some thursaya bight for them huh!!!!!

6 I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF.

[haikyooot]

Promise

Pairings: Akaashi x gn!reader

WC: 1k

Genre/Tags: angst to fluff, royalty au, established relationship, social class differences

A/N: For the most beloved teahouse guest whose language of love is physical touch, who also loves poetry, gardens, soft-indie, classical music, and cinema (ugh i love this list). Thank you so much for joining the MYML event and taking a leap-of-faith. Hope you enjoy <3

You watch the birds fly beyond the castle walls, unrestricted by the stone barrier cutting the royal family off from the rest of the world. The weight of the silver and gold adorning your outfit is a burden accompanying your birthright, sinking you away from the freedom you yearn for. You know that the respect and decorum others show you are merely out of deference for the blood running within your body. And some days, you feel shackled by this shell itself.

It's the night before the coronation. After the passing of the previous monarch, the court descended into a frenzy to appoint a new heir to the throne. The other royal relatives did everything in their power to persuade the aristocrats to stand behind them, using promises of titles and jewels to grow the influence of their parties. The more they tried, the more you stood out in contrast. At the end of the day, to everyone's surprise, the crown will now fall into your lap quietly and easily.

You are wandering in the garden alone, away from attendants and the pile of paperwork that require your attention. It's a dark and quiet corner of the otherwise busy palace. But it seems like you are not the only one here tonight.

"Your highness," Akaashi greets, circling his arms out and bowing his head down.

You take two quick steps over, reaching under his arms, you help him up. "Keiji, please don't do this. Not when it's just the two of us."

"But it doesn't change that you are a ruler and I am your subject."

The grip on his arm falters, as you take a step back and shake your head in disbelief. "Even you now? I've had enough of it all. I never wanted the throne, never wanted to be the ruler."

You turn your back on Akaashi and walk through the maze of flower bushes. Each of them are beautifully maintained by Akaashi, the royal gardener. There's not a single branch out of place, and each bud is vibrant in its color.

"But it's your duty—"

The flowers anger you. Their perfection seems to mock your flaws. Before Akaashi can stop you, you begin to tear and rip at the petals with your bare hands. As the petals shake and fall onto the ground, your skin gets cut from the edges on the stem. You look at the pile of destroyed flowers with rueful pity. Now they're free.

"Y/N!" Akaashi grasps your hand and begins to look at your hands, checking the small scratch marks. He quickly leads you over to the fountain where he rinses off any dirt, rips a strip of cloth from his shirt and carefully wraps the wound for you. "I'll go get the physician, wait for me," he instructs you, preparing to go back to the palace.

You grab his wrist to stop him. "I'm fine, Keiji, just sit with me for a while."

Akaashi seems conflicted and reluctantly sits on the edge of the fountain next to you. "Your highness, why did you do that?"

"Earlier...you called out my name."

"That was...I apologize." Akaashi fails to come up with an excuse. That was because I panicked when I saw you hurt.

You lean your head onto Akaashi's shoulder, closing your eyes, listening to the sound of the fountain behind you. The tranquility of the night is but a temporary escape from the reality you find yourself in.

"Keiji, I know you have feelings for me. And you know of my affections for you. Are you drawing away because you dislike my position? Am I now unworthy of your love?" You are afraid of the day where Akaashi will no longer be honest in front of you, terrified of a moment where Akaashi's actions in front of you will also be out of deference for your status. You don't want that to ever happen.

Akaashi wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer into his embrace.

"Y/N," he begins, smiling slightly when he feels you react to your name. "I know more than anyone else how little you care for the throne. I know the burden you will have to bear; how can I possibly dislike you for that? I love you, ardently so. But I'm just a gardener. I don't know if I can be the support that you need. I'm afraid that...you won't need me anymore."

Akaashi finds you trembling and he fears that he has made you cry, but the quiet laughs that escape from your mouth tell him that you're only amused. You sit up straight and cup Akaashi's face so he'll look at you. With conviction you tell him, "We're both shackled by our roles, thinking of ourselves as unworthy of another. But when I'm with you, I'm just myself. Before anything, are we not just humans first?" And lovers next?

Akaashi covers your hand with his. "It seems like both of us were riddled with worries."

Yes, much like how the weeds try to fight their way amongst the flowers, the insecurities plaguing both of you tried to draw you apart.

"Love taken root cannot be unearthed so easily, let's work hard for us." You whisper, pressing your forehead against his. Any opposition that may happen...you'll fight them all if only Akaashi will accept you. You can just barely sense his breathing on your face. "Give me a little time, Keiji. If you will have me..."

Akaashi leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on your lips, murmuring in the shared breath, "It would be my honor, to love and cherish you."

You acknowledge his vow, capturing his lips once more, this time with more excitement and passion, as your hand threads into his hair. You can feel Akaashi smiling into the kiss as he holds you close. Misunderstandings slowly get erased away.

When you pull away, you find Akaashi's glinting eyes teasing your gaze. "What are you looking at," you ask with embarrassment.

"Your highness, earlier you messed with my rose bushes. The poor flowers are collateral."

You think back to your little tantrum earlier and apologize. "That's my fault, sorry about that. How should I pay you back?"

"Anything?"

"Anything," you reply easily. What can you possibly not give him once the ceremony is over tomorrow?

Akaashi chuckles and whispers, "I'll have you. Always and forever."

[juviafullbster]

Merry Christmas @clownbox  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[wenaelle]

AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand another ladynoir kiss for the road!

[kuchenackerman]

Miraculous Ladybug “Gigantitan” meets Attack on Titan

[glove23]

THIS

is my pride and my joy, my time travel baby, i’ve been working on it since 2015 and i truly don’t know who i am anymore without it. it’s got the Greatest of3 known to man which is harry/ron/hermione and like??? if i do say so myself it’s. very funny and soft but also just ANGST and i love it plz read and comment on it even if u don’t like it i wanna KNOW

you know what,,,,,,, reblog and link a fanfic you wrote that you wish more people would read 

[glove23]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I WAS TAGGED BY @nooowestayandgetcaught THANK U ILY

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

- 158

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

- 325,837

3. What fandoms do you write for?

- any and all that I know/like!! I have the most fics in kinnporsche, hp, and grishaverse, but I write for a lot of different fandoms

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

- Meeting Your Maker (Literally)

Harry Potter, Time Travel AU, 64,543 words

- a colorful past

The Batman (2021), Jim Gordon/Bruce Wayne, 688 words

- Your Makers Meet (Figuratively)

Harry Potter, sequel to MYML, 30,726 words, incomplete

- I'm not leaving your side

Love in the Air (2022), Whump, 1,307 words

-no body, no crime

Kinnporsche: The Series (2022), MURDER, kinn kills vegas, 943 words

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yeah! I try to at least, I have a huge backlog to get through whoops. I started writing in the era of ffn where like half the experience was talking back and forth in the reviews and then pm-ing and that's how I made a lot of friends that I still have today. and without that kind of comment culture and the author replying to messages, I might not have ever started writing.

someone replied to my review very kindly and asked why I didn't have any fic, my ideas were awesome (hair flip) and that made me realize oh. I don't have to Just read, I can also write the stories

and the rest is history

but fostering that kind of community, just talking to people who love the things you love, is such a fun part of the fandom experience for me and so I'll always reply to comments (eventually. I'll always get there eventually.)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

KDHAJCHSJXJSJZ I DONT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU THAT I HAVE A WHOLE SERIES WHERE I JUST KILL PEOPLE AND WATCH THEIR FRIENDS GRIEVE

but that being said, the answer is

into the wind (Love in the Air (2022), prapaisky, MCD/suicide

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhh. this one I don't actually know but imma say

love me there (His Dark Materials, lyrawill, fix-it, lyra finds will again after the events of s3)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

yeah, sometimes! 👍 don't do that

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

sometimes. not very often, it's usually M-rated if I do, but just. yeah. I don't know how to answer this

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yep!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, many times! back in my OG ffn days, and then a few times with @nooowestayandgetcaught

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I'm gonna say percabeth but I don't think there Is a real answer to this question, bc I love so many of my ships So Hard that just thinking about them makes me cry

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

......I will finish every wip leave me alone (I WILL FINISH YMMF I PROMISE) work in PROGRESS and the progress may be slow but it's PROGRESS

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue I am so fucking good at dialogue, and character interaction. definitely my strengths

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

descriptions. I am too lazy to do them all out the way I want to and so I just kinda. skate by

except in guess I misjudged you (gods I loved you) that one is PACKED bc I spent 9 months on it so

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

mmm unless I know someone I can talk to and get accurate translations, I don't really do this bc I am so afraid of conjugating wrong and google translate is SHIT. but when I do I try my best

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson! in 2012 on ffn on an account that still exists but I will not give u the name of. 🥰🥰

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

as of rn (October 2023) it's

guess I misjudged you (gods i loved you)

Percy Jackson, Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage AU, 56,438 words

it is my BABY and I think one of the best things I've written tbh

#2 would be

if you don't like it (lie)

KinnPorsche, kimchay, MCD, 3,516 words

it's just so delightfully painful and it's the one I show to everyone I show kp bc I'm obsessed with it

ANYWAYS THATS ALL THANK YOU!!!! if you wanna do this feel free to say I tagged you 💞

@seaweedbraens @perseannabeth @karin848 @waitingondaisies (y'all don't have to do this. but ✨✨)

[sicpvon]

hi hello I'm supposed to be doing hw but I have moomin brainrot and so I wrote a fic in-between assignments as a stress reliever

I'm hoping to make a multi chapter fic once I graduate but as of now here is what I hope to be the first chapter of it.

Snufkin stays up late at night in moominhouse and thinks many thoughts about his parents and himself a little.

♡🍄🌻🍄🌻♡

There's never been much need for me to think so far ahead into the future. Sure, the occasional few months planning here and there but some people insist on planning years and years into the future! Can you imagine that? Me, a Snufkin, planning what specific age I have to get things done! I suppose it's one of the few things my parents and I have in common. Living day to day instead of meticulously planning our lives. That's where most of our similarities end.

I was found in a basket, with nothing but my hat and my harmonica. What had happened? Joxter didn’t know he had a kid until recently. Mymble barely remembers me at all, let alone what had happened to me. Neither know me that well beyond what I let them know. I want them around, but I don’t know how to treat them like parents I suppose. 

That leaves me here, stuck in this feeling of wanting to love my parents because they are here but wanting to be angry at them for leaving me. My mother has so many kids why am I the only one that got left behind, why did she forget me? Can I even hate The Joxter? Can I hate a father who wasn’t there for me because he didn’t know I existed? 

Am I allowed to feel complicated about my parents? They are here, they found me, that's more than some orphans can ask for. So why do I feel like I'm a kettle boiling over with horrid feelings when I think about them.

Sniff doesn’t seem to care about how he had gotten separated from his parents for so long. Or maybe he does care, and hides the fact that he does. Is that what I'm meant to do? Hide my emotions about all this so that we can pretend to be a somewhat functioning family? There are so many questions that I want answers for. 

Everyone in the valley doesn’t seem to wonder about these things like I do. Moominpappa is delighted to have his friends around for awhile. I can even hear him now, sitting on the veranda, recounting a recent adventure that he had gone on. The air is warm in the moomin house from all the people packed in it. I can hear Sniff and Moomintroll breathing quietly. Sniff mumbles in his sleep. 

There's footsteps in the hallway. I blick and just now am I realizing how stained my eyes feel. I turn my head slightly to listen to who is wandering around the house late at night. Moomintroll  shifts in his sleep beside me. The person pauses by the door, not moving for a good few moments. Then they shuffle back the way they came from. 

The moonlight is coming through the window in Moomintrolls room. The bed Moominmamma set up for me feels too soft, but it feels rude to shift too much to get comfortable even if I'm the only one awake in the room. My mind feels like it's going to outrun my head, and my body feels like it's ready to give up out of exhaustion. Pulling my arms out from under the blanket, I lift them up and over my face, admiring the way they look as my sleeves slide down. Flexing my hands can make certain tendons pop out. My body has always been more mymle like than anything, with fingernails and bare skin in place of claws and fur. 

The Joxter has claws, he used them to carve something into the wood of Moominpappa’s  chair. Turning my hands palms down to my head, I flexed my hands to curl my fingers. I tried to imagine myself with claws and hands covered in fur. But all I could see was my calloused skin and uneven nails. Hardly anything like The Joxter. 

Letting my arms relax and flop down onto the bed, I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I was craving my pipe, which I had left in my bag downstairs. It would have been nice to smoke on the roof and stargaze for the rest of the night. But I was not the only person awake. Just thinking about that makes my bones feel restless with the urge to flee, sneak down and grab my bag and spend the night in the forest like I'm meant to. 

Hodgkins laughs quite loudly from below, and now I know I can't make a clean escape. I breathe in so deeply that it almost hurts before letting it go and deflate into the bed that is too soft for a body that sleeps on dirt regularly. Closing my eyes almost feels like a relief. Sniff mumbles in his sleep again and that makes Moomintroll shift once more, then all is quiet. Just the noises of storytelling downstairs, the quiet breathing of my friends, and the occasional creak and groan of the wood. 

And with that I finally drifted into a peaceful dream. 

[haneys]

my cat trying to cheer me up today by sitting on top of me as I pass out and licking and mepling and mymling my entire hand in the sloppiest wettest way like okay. thank you for the moisture angel baby 👍

[sparkles-and-trash]

I’m still trying to get my cosplay/fandom/art insta @/mymle off the ground! ✨🌸

If you’re interested in any off it I’d be super grateful if you checked in out, and if you reblog this, I’ll love you forever! 🥹🩷

[artfulshelley]

Went out to the Florida wetlands today. I needed to get away. In between the airboats, I found some peace. I love scenes like this. A fisherman went by. A great blue heron greeted me. This butterfly 🦋 also said “hi”. It was supposed to be the launch of SpaceX today, which I didn’t know at the time, but if it had gone up I would’ve had a fantastic view of the whole thing. I guess it’s going up on Friday. #butterfly #florida #wetlands #art #artforsale #artist #artistsoninstagram #mixedmedia #jewelry #earrings #handmade #artgallery #illustrator #illustration #artisan #gouache #dottedsky #shelleyoverton #keepyourcopyright !!! #childrensillustrationart (c)2022 Shelley Overton #artexhibition https://www.instagram.com/p/CehchY-MyMl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[haikyooot]

Err (on the side of Errand)

Pairing: Osamu x gn!reader

WC: 2k

Genre/Tags: romcom, meet-cute/meet-awkward, fake dating

A/N: For my first and one and only Cass @kuroowo​. Ultra happy belated LOL and thanks for joining the MYML event and taking a leap-of-faith. Banner is by Cass too!! I love this one, it just fits the story so well.

Osamu is two blocks away from the supermarket. He texts a line, "you owe me",  to Atsumu before shoving his phone into his pocket. It's an incredibly busy day for him and there are plenty of errands to run. He's still learning the ropes at a restaurant, but one day...one day he'll have his own! He's in such a rush he didn't even have time to take off his badge! And if he's so busy, why not put the errands off to another day? Well because every month on this day, the supermarket has its special sale. Sometimes it's on all brands of rice, other days it's on cleaning supplies. But today, it's extra special.

You are one block away from the supermarket. You peek at the time on your phone before tossing the device into your bag. It's not a good day for you, waking up with an awful crick in your neck. Your face is just a tad puffy from the excessive (but undeniably delicious) amount of sodium in the late-night "snack", followed by a super long day at work. And why, is it that despite how awful you feel on this otherwise lovely day, you are dragging yourself to the supermarket? Besides the fact that your fridge is beyond empty, it's of course because of the supermarket discount. Extra discounts.

Once you get past the sliding doors, it's just mayhem. Voices echoing, people rushing everywhere. You're lucky to pick up a basket that got pushed and forgotten in a corner. Somehow by following the waves of people, going along with the tide of the human sea, you manage to find yourself at the furthest end of the whole store. Absolutely not the snack aisle that you aimed to be at in the first place. You pick up a plastic basin and scrutinize the overly saturated hue. Do you need this? Ahh. You stack the bin back with its other friends and continue down the aisle hoping the other end will have some leeway.

Osamu enters and luckily obtains a basket from someone leaving already. He thanks them before going about to maneuver around crowds and goes to the vegetable section. But before he gets there, he passes through the snack aisle and sees a bag of rice crackers that he used to really like. Feeling a little nostalgic, he picks it up and looks at the same old packaging with the same contents. He and Atsumu used to fight over it, till the point their parents end up getting two bags and labeling them by each twin's name. That never worked because Atsumu gave no shits. That reminds him, maybe he'll get some pudding today too. The nice ones in the glass jar sold as a solo unit, not the three-pack.

As you make your way to the snack aisle from one end, while Osamu is whipping his phone out to take a picture of the snack to send to Atsumu, the loudspeaker sounds through the grocery store.

"Welcome to EMI'S! Your friendly neighborhood supermarket! Get your fresh greens! Your snacks! And all your home needs in one place! We're having our monthly special event today and it's a BIG one! Just today, couples get 50% off all fresh produce! And additionally, the first 100 couples at our register will also receive a deluxe voucher for a romantic dinner! Only while supplies last! One-stop to get your life together, only at EMI's!"

Well shit, you're alone. Couples. Couples. Couples. What sort of madness is that? It's at this point that you are standing near the middle of the aisle, holding a snack in one hand and the shopping basket in the other, staring. The man in front of you is insanely attractive. Broad shoulders tapering down to an impeccable waistline.

Osamu mulls over the announcement details, repeating the keywords in his head. 50% fresh produce? Damn, that is really nice. He should hurry to the produce section and go get all the rest of his groceries. He sees you...sees a familiar packaging that you're holding.

"Ah," he points at your hand, "that one is really good." He holds the one he just grabbed too.

His voice is pleasant and what you notice is that he's alone. You flash him a grin, "I know! Even though it's been so many years, the packaging design hasn't even changed yet either. I can notice it anywhere."

Osamu nods fervently, as though he has finally met someone of the same caliber, level of taste, as he. "The same company that makes it also came out with some new flavors, but I haven't tried them yet." He takes a few steps closer to you and points out the products on the shelves.

"Woah," you take a step to get a better look, "Okay, maybe I'll try something new today!"

From your current distance, you can easily see the inscription on the metal tag across his chest, Miya Osamu. He seems friendly. Come on just ask, you tell yourself. It's not as though it is real. Not as though you'll ever see him again. And if he's alone, then it's a win-win for both of you solo errand-runners.

"So—"

"Oh, those pudding cups are great!" He points out the glass pudding jars in your basket. "Where did you get them?"

You point behind you from where you came from. Right when you are also expertly about to add on your proposal to the end when Osamu's phone rings. Alas, that's how Miya Osamu, the fake boyfriend target zooms past you, screaming, "Shut up 'Tsumu" into the phone and going for what looks like the pudding.

You sigh and look at your shopping basket. If you can't get the discount, should you buy all of these? But you don't come here that frequently and you do need to stock up. Ramen. Ramen. Ramen. Hm. Yes.

It's been fifteen minutes after Miya Osamu walks past you, and now you are waiting in line for the cash register, behind a familiar person yet again. You recognize the dark t-shirt and shoulders; even with the subdued colors of the shirt, the fabric fits snugly around him and makes him look extremely handsome. Should you even bother to give another shot?

The current guests at the register are gathering their bags, ready to exit. A couple. Maybe it's at this specific instance and visual reminder, Miya Osamu finally recollects the complete loudspeaker announcement. As if the store picks up his confusion, the loudspeaker announcement sounds again, "Welcome to EMI's!"

Couples. COUPLES! Osamu wants to just scream. The couple leaves and the cashier waves a hand calling out, "Next in line." Osamu panics, getting ready to give up and gather the monstrous pile of groceries he's carrying and put them back where they belong, in utter shame and embarrassment. He wouldn't have bought this much today if there wasn't a special discount event. Hell, he even invited people over today...food on him. It's okay, Osamu tells himself. He has big boy money now from his job, it won't break his wallet completely.

Suddenly, he remembers how you wanted to tell him something earlier at the snack aisle. Seeing how you're alone right now too, Osamu dares to consider the possibility that you were going to propose acting as a couple at the register. But Atsumu just had to call and disrupt things at the time. And it's too late now because the cashier is right there and you're looking at your phone lost in thought.

"Ah Y/N!" Osamu calls out, "It's our turn." It's worth a shot, if not then he'll dig a hole and just jump into it. He tries his hardest to shoot a look at you. Please play along. Please understand the situation.

You look up from your phone, confused at the voice calling your name. How in the world does he know?! What's going on. Before you can even process your thoughts, Osamu comes by to take the basket from your hands and puts it on the belt.

"Aw! What a lovely couple! You two look absolutely adorable together!" the cashier granny coos.

The situation begins to unfold in the most bizarre way possible. Between nervous chuckles and each beep of items being weighed and scanned, you and Osamu stand in front of the register awkwardly. Pray tell, what kind of couple gives off the vibe of coming from the two of you?

"Got together not too long ago, huh?"

"W-what?" Osamu stammers, unsure how to even answer.

You glance at Osamu's face flushing in embarrassment and decide to answer. "Yep, just recently! First time grocery shopping together though, we were just looking at the snacks we liked when we were young. Lot's of similarities actually!"

"That's so sweet!" Cashier Granny comments, scanning the last item. "Looks like there's a feast going on! You two picked a good day to come. Okay. Now, factoring the discount, whew, it's this much." She taps the screen to show the total.

Both of you reach for the wallet at the same time. The Cashier Granny watches both of you with mirth in her wise, old eyes. She says something unexpected. "I can split it across two cards based on the basket," she offers.

But wait, does this mean that she knows? She hums an old tune while punching some numbers in and charges each card separately. You look at the screen and see that the discount is still there. And there aren't any questions either, so maybe you're just overthinking it?

The cashier granny gives Osamu a fancy envelope. "This is a coupon to the restaurant that we're partnering with. And lucky for the two of you! It's the 100th one. Last coupon we have!"

"Thanks," he says awkwardly, receiving the paper. Earlier, he was sure the two of you made it obvious that not only were you two not a couple, the two of you barely even knew each other. The whole show was a mess and beyond fake.

"That restaurant is really good!" Granny mentions, "really nice ambiance, the perfect place to get to know each other better." She finishes off with a wink.

Flabbergasted, you're about to make a retort when Osamu gathers up all the groceries and pulls you off to the side. The Granny only laughs and waves her hand to the next customer in line.

Outside EMI's, you feel your blood pressure just rising higher and higher. That granny knew. Of course, she knew, Osamu thinks to himself. It's just so obvious.

There is one question on your mind that you now suddenly remember. Squinting at Osamu, you break the silence and ask, "Oh yea, how did you know my name?"

Osamu gestures to your hip with his chin jutting out just slightly. "You didn't take your badge off...like me."

You follow his direction and glance down. Sure enough, your badge is still clipped there. Fair, he's just observant, sometimes.

"Cool."

Silence.

You take a deep breath, "So, I'll be going now, uhh Miya. Nice meeting you..."

"Wait!" Osamu calls you before you can leave. He struggles to balance all the bags of groceries that he has but manages to pull out the envelope coupon. "Um, this is for two people. Do you...Would you want to go? I recognize the name and it's pretty good I've heard."

Silence, as you try to process the situation. Osamu's phone rings again and he quickly sets his grocery down for a moment, scribbling something on the coupon and shoving the slightly crumpled envelope into your hand. He answers the phone but doesn't respond yet, still looking at you and attempting to convey his thoughts. "Hope to hear from you Y/N! Nice meeting ya," he glances at the phone briefly and turns his attention back to you momentarily, "and feel free to call me Osamu! Sorry, I really have to go."

Osamu takes a few more steps back, waving at you and telling his phone that "you're calling at a horrible time." He takes some more strides away and every now and then turns to see if you're still watching his leaving form. Two more awkward waves later, he's gone from your sight.

You finally start to walk in the other direction to where you came from. You pass the first block away from EMI's and arrive at a pedestrian crossing. While waiting for the lights to change, you decide to examine the envelope Osamu shoves into your hand. It's a messy but still legible scrawl.

Hi Y/N! If ya wanna go with someone else, here ya go. But maybe we can go together, this is my number.

You chuckle to yourself, should you?

"Should I?" you ask yourself aloud.

The pedestrian light turns green.

Yes.