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sapphire374 · 3 years ago

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Soy Sol: Chapter 16 (Invisible String)

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It’s the day of the competition. The gang gathers at the competition’s building. Jazmín holds her tablet in the air, recording every moment for her channel. Half of them are at the building while the other half are still at the hotel. “Luna, are you coming with us?” Yam asks. “I’ll catch up I just forgot my necklace,” Luna yelped. She rushed to her hotel room and grabbed the necklace off the nightstand. When she heads out, she slips and falls.

When Luna gets back up, she sees a bloody scratch on her knee. A woman from the guest relations desk comes running towards her, “oh you poor thing, you have hurt yourself,” she says. “Yeah, but it’s okay I’ll be fine,” Luna comments. “Oh, don’t be modest, you need help. Well my name is Alice Balsano,” the lady says. That’s when it hits Luna, it’s Matteo’s mom. No wonder her face looked so familiar for Luna. “Oh um nice to meet you, I’m Luna,” Luna sticks out her hand and Ms. Balsano shakes it.

“Oh, I can’t believe I’m meeting the infamous Luna. You look just as beautiful as how Matteo described you. Here I’ll quickly get the ice bucket and wrap your knee up in a bandage. You’ll be at the competition in no time.” Mrs. Balsano guides Luna to a nearby chair and elevates her leg. She was able to find a worker and tell them of the situation. They waited together for the concierge to come back with the ice and bandages.

“It’s a pleasure getting to know you, Luna. My son, he’ll probably hate me for saying this but he really loves you. He’s truly in love, I’ve never seen him like this ever before,” she confided. “I appreciate all the information, but Matteo and I are in a rough patch right now. I don’t feel comfortable talking about it,” Luna admits.

“I know, he told me but Luna, if you don’t mind me asking, I’m confused. If you forgave him and know he did all those mistakes, well I know my son can make stupid decisions sometimes but we’re all human, then why are you still upset at him?” Mrs. Balsano questions curiously.

“I’m not upset at him, it’s just that we always end up in some conflict or drama. Since we deal with so many issues together, I couldn’t help but think maybe we’re not compatible. Maybe we’re not meant to be together,” Luna confesses. “This isn’t me saying for you to get back with my son because that’s right, you should be the one to make that decision on your own, but I will give you some advice for life. In any relationship you’re in, you will always encounter conflicts and issues no matter what. Life is not perfect and this isn’t something you can avoid. For example, my husband and I just had a silly argument about the broken steering wheel in our car. It’s normal but I still love him and always will. That’s how true love is, going through different obstacles but life still bringing you back to that one person. It’s okay if you go through things as long as you go through it together with your partner. Going through hardships isn’t something you can avoid with anyone but at least you can go through them with the person you love.”

Luna stayed quiet for a moment. She couldn’t help but realize that Ms. Balsano had a point. That all relationships aren’t perfect but it’s worth it when you’re with the one you love most. “You’re right. It’s like an invisible string, I keep going back to him because we’re meant to be together.” The worker arrives with the bandage, ice, and wipe. They clean off the wound and wrap her knee. Luna grabs her backpack with skates and runs away. She returns right after to give her thanks. “Oh, I forgot to say thank you Mrs. Balsano, that was great advice. Also, thanks guys for the bandages and stuff,” Luna waves goodbye and runs to the competition building. “Good luck on the competition,” Mrs. Balsano yells out.

Luna arrives just in time to get dressed. “Luna where were you? Everyone was worried,” Nina stated. “Yeah, I got worried that maybe Tino and Cato kidnapped you too,” Simón joked.

“Don’t worry, I’m here and better than ever,” Luna exclaims. The gang is all dressed up in their attire. They all hold hands waiting for their name to be called next. Luna holds Matteo’s hand to his surprise, which leads to a beaming expression.

The announcer calls for the Jam and Roller. Simón, Nico, and Yam all walk on the stage and align themselves for the performance. The skating team enter the rink and get into positions. Juliana views from the corner and shows how proud she is of them. They truly worked really hard for this moment and prepared more than ever. The stakes are high knowing they all have to win for the Jam and Roller.

When the Roller Band begins to sing, Luna starts off with her routine. The plot is that the members are all statues in a museum and Luna is the one who wakes them all up. As she glides around every member, they all start skating doing the tricks. Nina sees them all from the audience and nostalgia rushes over her seeing how some of the tricks were ones they use to do back then. Luna and Matteo nod at each other before doing the Fire Serpent.

Gastón and Matteo lift Emilia and Ámbar up in the air as Luna’s turn comes up where she does a triple axle spin around them. The team’s choreography stuns the audience and everyone is in awe. Once the team finishes, they get a standing ovation.

They enter backstage again all chanting the words “Jam and Roller!” They all high five each other as Juliana enters. “You guys, whatever score you all get tonight just know I’m extremely proud of you all. You guys got together and worked hard like never before to save the Jam and Roller.” They all go in a group hug. Luna takes Matteo to the side and try to talk to him in private.

“Look Matteo, recently I’ve been confused on why we always end up running into some stupid drama or conflict. That’s why I needed my space but then a good friend gave me some incredible advice and that is this will always happen. Crazy obstacles that will try to break us apart but we have what the infamous Taylor would say, our invisible string always makes my path cross into yours. We’re meant to be,” Luna exclaims.

“You have no idea how fast my heart is beating right now. Whoever gave you that advice, I owe them my life. Luna, I love you and always will. Nothing is going to stop me from loving you. I was an idiot and didn’t listen to you but that doesn’t mean we’re incompatible. That just means it’s another conflict we shall have to resolve together. I will always say that you are La Luna but you shine like the sun. You bring forth light to my world and now I can’t live without it,” Matteo declares.

“Matteo I’m sorry too, in being a little harsh and avoiding you. I shouldn’t have run away from my problems and instead face them,” Luna apologizes. “Luna te amo, mi chica delivery,” Matteo proclaims. “Te amo, mi chico fresa.” Luna and Matteo press their lips against each other. She holds his neck while he holds her waist. Their kiss feels like it lasts forever.

“Should we interrupt them saying they’ve called the team up to hear the results,” Gastón asks Nina. “I think we should just let them be. They’ve gone through enough already,” Nina chuckles.

The Jam and Roller enter the rink all holding hands waiting for the scores to be called out. The presenter announces that…….

The Jam and Roller is the WINNER! The whole gang don’t stop screaming their cheers of joy and jump up and down. “Okay I think now is when we should interrupt them,” Gastón exclaims to Nina. He heads to Luna and Matteo and tell them the great news. Luna is blushed and feels embarrassed knowing Gastón had let them in their long kiss instead of telling them to go to the rink.

They all celebrate winning the prize money and having the Jam and Roller saved. A mysterious man approaches Luna though and hands her a card. “I saw what you did out there. It was impressive. How would you feel if I offered you a spot in our Olympic team?” Luna is shocked with the news the strange man has presented to her. Matteo nods to Luna. “It’s your dream Luna, you love skating,” Matteo stated. “I’ll consider it.” Luna responds and takes the card the man handed to her. The more she thinks about it, the more she realizes that she can compete sometimes while at other times accompany Matteo to his concerts. They would just have to manage their schedules for each other but it’s doable.

Jim and Ramiro all hug Yam. “At least we got to share our last times seeing each other on a happy note,” Jim suggested. “Don’t forget to facetime us at least twice a day and tell us how it’s all going okay,” Ramiro said. Yam nodded while wiping the tears falling on her face, she has to leave to Los Angeles right when they arrive back to Buenos Aires. “Don’t worry guys, nothing will separate us we’ll always stay united forever.”

Later that evening

“Close your eyes,” Matteo says. “But I do have them closed,” Luna whines. “No, I still see you peaking,” Matteo chuckles. He guides Luna, who has a bandana wrapped around her eyes, to a beach. When he takes the blindfold off, there’s a table with food nicely placed on top. He even included some strawberries and medialunas on the side. Her favorite dish is laid nicely as the main course and the table is beside the sea. The area is surrounded with canopies and fairy lights. It all looks like a dream.

“Wow Matteo, this all looks so beautiful,” Luna in awe with the whole place. Matteo faces her and says his speech.

“Luna, from the moment I met you and we bumped in Cancun, my life hasn’t been the same ever since. You have come into my life like a hurricane, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. You changed everything and made me the man I am today. I have been so lucky to be in your presence and got to see that beautiful smile every day. You are the sun roller skating around all of Buenos Aires, your unmistakable presence has everyone blown away, including me. (Matteo gradually gets on one knee) I knew for the longest that I want to spend every second of every minute of every day of my life with you. That has never changed, but I want it for sure. I want you to know that I will always be here for you. So, Luna Valente, would you be the sun, or should I say the moon to my night sky?” Luna gasps seeing Matteo propose. She covers her mouth in shock and doesn’t stop crying. She nods. “Yes! Yes! Yes,” she screams out. He carries her in bridal style while spinning her around and round.

Gastón and Nina come out from behind the bushes. Gastón is holding a camcorder and filmed everything. When Matteo lets go of Luna, she is surprised to see them two there. “Oh wow Gastón, I didn’t know you turned into Jazmín,” Luna joked. “No, I did him the favor of videotaping everything since he wanted this memory saved. I, of course, said yes since now I have actual evidence of him crying. He always bragged about how he ‘never cries,’” Gastón jokes. “Oh and Mr. Balsano how did you know I was going to say yes?” Luna questions.

“It’s too late to back out now Mrs. Balsano, plus I knew you couldn’t resist the charm,” Matteo chuckled. Gastón starts zooming in on Matteo. “Oh please bud, you’re over here crying a river of tears more than Luna. Yeah, some irresistible charm I see,” Gastón laughs.

They all group together for a hug as a family. The rest of the Jam and Roller gang interrupt their celebration and join them in the fun. “Also Matteo, how did you get my dad’s permission to propose?” Luna asks.

“Let’s just say your mom had to do a lot of convincing for me,” Matteo responds.

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morningfears · 4 years ago

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Just Right

Rating: PG | Fluffy af!

Summary: “I found a ring today.” and “I’m not moving, your lap is too comfortable.” With tattoo artist!Ash request by Anon.

Word Count: 1.6k (kind of a drabble?)

The tattoo shop was finally closed, the door locked and the main room quiet, after a long day of clients. The shop’s staff had long disappeared, all eager to leave work behind for the night, leaving Ashton sat in his office alone. The hum of the overhead lights and the scratch of his pencil against paper filled the silence that had fallen over the shop and for the first time since unlocking the door at ten that morning, he felt like he could focus on the design he’d been working on.

It was a simple concept and should have been an even simpler design but he’d been stuck for days, unable to get it to turn out the way he’d imagined. It was as if his hands had a mind of their own and he’d grown frustrated. The trashcan beside his desk was filled with crumpled pieces of paper, each a discarded attempt at the design, and the cup full of pencils he kept on the corner of the desk was rapidly emptying but no matter how hard he worked, nothing seemed right.

It had to be perfect, he would accept no less for this particular piece, and he just couldn’t get there.

Ashton had planned on giving himself enough time to work for an hour after closing before leaving to meet you for dinner. It was written in bright green ink on his desk calendar and programmed into his phone, just so the shop assistant wouldn’t accidentally schedule a client for him, and he’d been looking forward to it all day. You’d both been exceptionally busy, new clients and projects piling up, so it was a relief that you’d finally be getting some time to yourselves. However, as the hour dwindled he lost himself in his work and seemed to be making greater progress than he had since starting nearly a week ago.

His eyes ached and his head pounded, the strain of the day settling in, but he didn’t dare slow down as he didn’t want to interrupt his progress. Instead, he focused on finally finishing. He was so wrapped up in his work that he didn’t hear the sound of his cellphone vibrating against his desk, nor did he hear the sound of the back door opening or your shoes hitting the tile floor.

You stood in the doorway of his office for a long moment, arms folded over your chest and a fond smile on your lips, to watch him work. His eyebrows furrowed and his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he shaded in the drawing. His hands were covered in graphite, stained from the work he’d done, and you smiled at the sight. Seeing him at work, watching as he drew or tattooed, was one of your favorite sights and you always considered yourself lucky to be able to witness it so regularly.

You remained unnoticed for far longer than you thought you would but the scent of Thai food finally overwhelmed Ashton enough that he lifted his head and blinked in surprise to see you standing in the doorway. He looked confused, but happy to see you, until realization hit him.

“Fuck, I missed dinner, didn’t I?” He frowned, dropping his pencil and reaching to rub his eyes before he caught sight of the mess on his hands and grimaced.

“Technically, no. I’ve got dinner right here.” You held up a plastic bag filled with your usual orders before you stepped into his office and crossed the room to place it onto his desk.

“I’m sorry, doll. I’ve been stuck on this drawing for so long and I finally got it to start looking the way I wanted.” He reached out for you and, despite the stains on his hands, you took his hand and let him pull you to stand between his legs. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you laughed, giggling as his hands found your hips. “Don’t worry about it. The restaurant was crowded, anyway. People were waiting for tables so I figured it’d be nicer to eat here where we don’t have to rush. Can I see what you’re working on?”

Ashton reached around you, quickly piling a few pieces of paper on top of the sheet he’d been drawing on, before he grinned at you. “Nope. Not yet. Don’t want you to see this one until it’s finished.” He did that, every now and then, and though you hated not being able to see the progress he made, you respected his desire to keep his work private until he was ready. So, with a pout, you nodded and reached behind you to grab the bag of food.

“Oh, alright. Well, if I can’t see your work, you can at least take a few minutes to have dinner with me.”

Ashton laughed as he released you from his grasp and watched as you wandered around his office, grabbing the utensils you’d left stashed in a cabinet for nights like this. You often ended up here, having dinner with him at his desk after work, and though you appreciated the nights that saw you both dressed up and hitting the town, you treasured any moment you got him to yourself.

As you moved about the office, gathering utensils and two drinks from the mini fridge in the corner, Ashton watched you with a fond smile of his own. You were so good to him, even when he did something stupid like forget the dinner date you’d been planning all week, and he loved you more than he ever thought himself capable of.

Without thinking about it, he announced, “I found a ring today.”

It was no secret that Ashton was going to propose. You’d talked about marriage at length, confirmed that marriage was in the cards for you both, and knew that you were both ready. He’d been searching for a ring, one that was exactly what you wanted, and it seemed that he’d finally found one.

“I thought you spent the day at the shop,” you hummed as you returned to the desk and allowed Ashton to pull you down onto his lap.

“I left to get lunch for everyone. Found a shop I hadn’t tried before.” He took the box of noodles from you and pressed a kiss to your temple as a ‘thank you’ when he opened it to find his favorite dish inside.

“So, I should stay away from your sock drawer, then?”

“I’ll show it to you, if you want. That way I can make sure you like it before I propose,” he joked before he took a bite of noodles.

“Mm, I think I’d prefer to be surprised. I’m sure it’s going to be perfect, you picked it out.”

“Hey, I’m the cheesy one.” He laughed, nudging your side with his elbow, before he nodded. “Thank you for the vote of confidence. I appreciate it. The boys approve.”

“I’m glad. You figure out who’s going to be the best man yet or are you just going to toss their names into a hat and leave it to chance?” You grinned at him, your question ending in a laugh as his own face fell and he released a groan.

“Can I just have three best men?”

“Your three best men are, like, most of our wedding guests, babe. Gotta make some decisions.” You reached out to pat his shoulder and he laughed as he nodded in agreement.

The pair of you had already started planning your wedding, including the guest list, and had settled on a small affair with close friends and family. You knew that he would end up choosing one of the boys sooner or later and you were in no hurry, you weren’t even officially engaged yet, so you let him remain undecided for the time being.

You moved on to a different topic, opting to catch up on what you’d missed in one another’s lives, as you finished eating. You sat comfortably on his lap, content to remain there until it was time to head home, and Ashton noticed as you both placed your empty containers onto the desk.

“I wanted to finish this up before we head home. Do you want to go ahead or wait here?”

“I’m not moving,” you mumbled, turning to place your head in the crook of his neck, “your lap is too comfortable. Can you draw with me here?”

It was, by no means, a comfortable position to draw in but it was possible. And you hadn’t had much time to just be together in recent days so Ashton nodded. “Sure, doll. Just promise you won’t look?”

He rarely made you promise not to look at his work so you nodded, content to keep your head buried against his neck where you could smell the cologne on his skin. “Promise. I’m just gonna close my eyes. If I fall asleep, just wake me up whenever you’re ready to go.”

He knew that you would be asleep in minutes, you hadn’t slept much lately, but that was alright. It’d keep you from looking and ruining the surprise. He was waiting for the right moment to propose, that much you knew, but what you didn’t know was that he was that he was working on a print for you. You were opposed to the idea of a tattoo for a significant other, you firmly believed it was bad luck, but you loved his art so he wanted to give you something special. It wouldn’t be inked onto your skin but it would be permanent enough, framed and hopefully displayed in your future home, and that was enough.

Everything finally felt just right and Ashton was proud to finally know what love really was.

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Author’s Note: I love the idea that there’s complete communication about something as big as a proposal. Like, a surprise is nice, but knowing that it’s coming and being open about it is important, I think. I don’t know. Anyway, I’m. still working on drabbles, promise. I haven’t written Ash in so long, I missed my boy.

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lovelysugawara · 4 years ago

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Love me Again

Kuroo X Reader Fanfiction//

**y/a = Kuroo Hinari (sorry I don’t use Y/N, i just made up names) **grammatical errors ahead, sorry guys** plot: you and Kuroo are married, but your husband turns cold over you, because of an incident a year ago. Will he once again love you back???

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Part 5

*Yaku’s POV*

Okay, what just happened? I’m already getting pissed so early. Am I always like this when it comes to Kuroo. I know we always argue about some random things when we are still in high school, but now, I kinda want to beat his ass.

Kai nudged me on my side when he noticed I’m glaring at Kuroo.

“What are you doing? Still mad at him? He might be joking over his wife.” He tried to whisper to me discreetly.

“Joking? Will you ever joke your wife like that? And look at them. They are sitting far away from each other. And that ass is talking to some friends like he’s alone. Leaving his wife on the other side.”

We are looking at Hina, she’s quietly sitting and sipping her drinks at the far side of the table. Shitty Ku- I mean Kuroo, is at the other side, talking to some alumni.

“What do you think is happening?” Kai can’t help but be worried too.

“I don’t know man. I’m more worried about Hina-chan.”

We all know what happened to them a year ago. I feel sorry for the both of them. I just hope it’s not the reason why he’s like that to her.

I clearly remember how Hina confessed to him after graduation, and he feels the same and the two of them become mutual and date each other.

What happened indeed?

I’m about to stand up and go to her, but Kenma is already sitting beside her. I saw them smile with each other. I’m just glad Kenma is already there to accompany her.

“Should we ask Kuroo about it? I’m kind of alarmed.” Kai is still worried while looking at his glass.

“Well, I guess let see how stupid he can get through the whole night.”

I can’t help but be mad at the reason I still don’t know.

The party is in pull swing. I didn’t even mind how rowdy they are now.

What I didn’t expect is for Kuroo to be this close to Alisa. They are talking as if they are best of friends and you can think of them as lovers.

“So, should we do something about it? It’s really weird.” Kai can’t help but want to get into the problem.

I am still contemplating, what if we are wrong, what if Hina-chan is fine?

I then stand up, and walk towards Hina.

Hina automatically looked up at me when I approached her.

“Yaku-san!! Thank you again for inviting us here to your house. And thank you for still ordering at my shop.” she brightly smiles at me.

Stop that Hinari, I know something is happening. I can see it through your eyes.

I can’t help but worry about her. I sat down besides her.

I sighed. Even Kenma who is busy on his phone looked at me after hearing my sigh.

“Yaku-san?”

“Hina,are you two okay?” And there I dropped the bomb.

She was stunned. I felt her stiffened.

“W-what do you mean? O-of course, we are okay. There’s no problem.”

She then smiles at me once more.

Even Kenma is looking at her.

I don’t blame her for hiding the truth. She doesn’t want to ruin her cocky bastard husband’s name.

“You sure? But are you okay with him being like that?”

We all looked at where Kuroo is, he was still talking to Alisa like they are the only people here.

Hina looked away, “H-he probably wants to catch up with her. Y-you know, she’s been away since she’s a model, right?”

Excuses.

She’s bothered by it. I can see it clearly on her movement.

She’s clutching her chest and her other hand is on her dress latching on to it.

She doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s hurt. I understand.

From long ago, I know she can endure pain, but I hope not like this.

I stand up.

“Since you say that, i guess i won’t worry about you. Kenma.”

I looked at him, “Make sure to take care of her tonight. That guy over there might be useless later on.”

Kenma, like how smart he is, understands what I’m saying and nods.

*Kenma’s POV*

I’m getting mad. Really mad that I want to curse Kuro at the moment.

And how do I even ask Lev to take her sister far away from Kuro, when he doesn’t understand my gestures to him.

Hina are getting a lot of weird stares, because of how her husband acts tonight.

I can’t just ask her to interrupt the two, can I?

So I stood up and walked towards Kuro and Alisa, I didn't look back when Hina called me.

Both Kuro and Alisa are closely talking with each other, I don’t even want to confront them, but I have to do this.

“Kuro.”

The two of them looked at me in an instant, “K-kenma!”

“What are you doing?” I directly asked him.

Kuro looked at me, like asking me what I’m talking about, come on dude don’t pretend to be stupid in front of me.

Alisa on the other hand wondering what I’m saying.

“Kozume-san, long time no see.”

“Hmn.” I can just nod at her.

Then I looked back at Kuro.

“What do you mean?” I wanted to punch him.

“Kuro, your wife is sitting there alone. Do you mind? And Alisa-san, Lev is looking for you.” I can only think of that excuse so that Alisa won’t feel awkward about this.

“Oh, Lev does? Okay then, and I’ll greet Hina-chan later. See yah Kuroo-san.” she walks away to where Lev is.

Then I look at Kuro who is still sitting in the chair.

“What are you waiting for? Hina is waiting.” I didn’t wait for his answer and walked back to Hina.

Hina on the other hand, after seeing both of us walking towards her, once again becomes nervous and alert. She can’t even look at him.

“I picked him up, mind to at least hold his hand so he won’t go away?” I said that after I settled myself on the chair once again.

Kuro sits down beside her too. “You’re overreacting, Kenma.”

“H-how is A-alisa-chan?” She awkwardly asked Kuro.

“Still the same, so- and so.” He talks as if he didn’t have any interest in telling her anything.

Tsk.

“I’m glad she comes here despite being busy.” Hina smiled.

Kuro didn’t answer back and just looked at the people around.

Hina holds her hand, I know she felt awkward. She hates the silence her husband is giving her.

How come you talk nonsense with Alisa and not talk to your wife?

The dinner is ready, and we are settled at the long dining table. The tables consist mainly of the Volleyball club members. And it is still as noisy as ever. I’m sitting next to Hina.

Yaku’s wife started to serve us dinner with their lavish foods and desserts. I don’t know why they cooked a lot when I couldn't even finish a serving. Of course lots of us can’t eat a lot right?

“You should eat a lot today, Kenma.” Kuro despite sitting on the left side of Hina still like a repetitive mother about my eating habits.

“Shut up Kuroo and just eat your damn food.” I just get a small portion of whatever is in front of me. Hina also started to eat and she looks like she’s enjoying it.

“Aren’t you gonna eat lots, you love the rest of the food on the table?” I noticed how small her servings are. She likes to eat way back if I’m correct. But is she holding herself?

“Oh, well I’m on a diet, Kenma.” she awkwardly smiles at me.

“Kenma, just let her do it. Or soon all her clothes won’t fit on her anymore.” Kuroo smirks.

Hina stops her fork mid-air and stops eating the fish.

“What are you talking about, she’s slim as ever. Is she even eating properly?” I angrily asked him. Because she never becomes fat or whatever.

“I-I’m actually gaining weight these past few weeks, that’s why. Also, I’m not that hungry, Kenma.” Hina then pushes her plate away from her.

But you haven’t eaten the half of that small portion you get. She just smiles at me.

Kuroo on the other hand didn’t say anything but still looked far away as he ate.

As we continue the dinner.

“Wow. Yaku-san, the food tastes really good. I can’t say anything, but it’s perfect!” Kai can’t help but compliment the food.

“Ha ha, thank you. Well my wife prepares it all. Isn’t she amazing?” his wife who sits beside him smiles.

“Yeah, the meat is so tender and it’s like it’s from a high quality restaurant.” Kuroo said and I’m shocked because he rarely compliments food.

“Oh that meat you’re saying is Alisa’s cooking!” Yaku informed us.

“Right, onee-san cooked some for tonight’s party.” Lev said while he still continue to eat.

Kuroo suddenly brightens up his facial expression.

“Wow! That’s why! Alisa-chan is also a good cook huh?” Kuroo complimented her.

“Stop it Kuroo-san.” Alisa is all blushing because the whole team praises her cooking.

I almost joined them but I remember I didn't taste it because I’m so focused on the dessert rather than the main dishes.

And also, Hina. Her expression is so unhappy.

She keeps on glancing at Kuroo who is still all praising Alisa.

I saw her fidgeting, and couldn't relax.

I lean closer to her and whisper.

“Your cooking is still the best for me.” She instantly looks at me and laughs a little.

“I’m just glad you didn’t have an upset stomach.” she whispered back.

And we both laugh.

Her attention immediately returned to Kuroo when he suddenly said something.

“I guess my wife needs to learn a thing or two to Alisa. She’s very bad at her cooking. I almost ate burnt food when she cooked and I can’t help but order a take out. She’s very terrible at it.”

Kuroo didn’t stop what he’s saying.

Everyone on the table fell silent and instantly looked at Hina, who is currently shaking, and fighting how embarrassed she is.

Everyone is expecting her to react to her husband's comment.

I saw how her smile fades away after Kuroo made that remark.

How can you shane your wife like that?

Everyone felt the awkwardness. And I’m about to tell Kuroo how rude he is, until Hina laughs a little.

“Come on, love! I’m trying my best to cook for you! Just give me time okay?” she patted Kuroo’s shoulder. She’s all smiling and assuring everyone that she’s not offended.

“Whatever.” Kuroo coldly shrugged his shoulders as he continued to drink his glass.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to go to the washroom.” Hina left the dining hall smiling. As if her teary eyes will escape my attentive eyes.

Hina is no longer at the dining hall, when Yaku says something.

“That’s very rude of you, Kuro. I didn’t expect you to tell that.” Yaku points at Kuroo using his fork.

“What? What did I say?” Kuroo acts all innocent.

Yaku is clearly pissed now, “You should mind your language about your wife. You embarrassed her, man!”

“What? I’m only telling the truth. What’s wrong about that?” Kuroo’s reason wants me to just shut him up.

“I don’t know what the problem is, but I hope it won’t come back to you, jerk!” Yaku is not acting all cool now.

“What did you say?” Kuroo’s face is kind of angry now.

I didn’t expect Yaku-san to speak what’s on my mind. So i guess it’s not only me who noticed his attitude towards his wife.

“Guys please, let’s not fight here, okay? Let’s all calm down.” Kai managed to calm them down.

I sighed. I can’t stand being here.

I looked at the door where Hina goes, and she still hasn't returned yet.

I guess I have to follow her. In case she’s crying.

I didn’t bother excusing myself, I just stood up and went out of the dining hall.

*Hina’s POV*

I almost can’t breathe, I can’t let my sobs echo here in the bathrooms because some of our classmates are here fixing themselves.

I cried myself out. Embarrassed by what Tetsu said.

I know, I know I’m not a good cook. I know that from the start, and Tetsu even said before that it’s okay that I’m not that good at cooking, because he didn’t marry someone to make her his own cook.

Yet now, he even called me a terrible cook.

I don’t understand him anymore. Why is he so cold to me? Did I do something wrong? Did I anger him?

Now I don’t know if I can still come back to the dining area. I know my face is a mess now and I don’t want them to see me breaking down.

Tetsu is still their captain, his reputation is still the priority.

But what about mine? I sob silently.

I love you Tetsu, but until when do I need to suffer for you to heal that wound?

I’m so sorry our baby died.

I’m so sorry for being not enough.

I’m so sorry for not being perfect.

Please don’t leave me for someone else.

The only image that runs through my mind right now is Kuroo running away with Alisa.

**A/N updates every FRIDAY..**

#kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo fanfic #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo angst #kuroo haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#Kenma Kozume #yaku morisuke #noboyuki kai #lev haiba #alisa haikyuu

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nonatowers · 4 years ago

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ladies and gents, this is the moment you’ve waited for

a shy “hi” and welcome to my first blog post on this side blog! my name is rosie, its a pleasure to meet you all and i will be honest, i dreaded my first post into this community for quite some time, but I just saw this answer-reply by psycho-sybil that made me pull out my literary resources and decide, it’s time to throw in my dime (please ignore this stupid joke). i’m sorry by the way, this is terribly random but i never really managed a blog before so…trial-by-error? (please be kind, i have a glass heart under my analysts hat)

anyways, my first idea was to unravel the character that is Arata Shindo (since many people seem to kind of misunderstand this fella), but that post is, uh, gonna be very very very long and i’m kinda trying to figure out if i should put it elsewhere? Or how to post it? if you guys got any ideas, let me know.

for today’s dish, i will humbly offer a very watered down and shortened take on psycho pass’ possible ending(s) from a more literary theory-point of view, and hopefully inspire some fella writer out here. for this, i could go on a rant of literary theory and criticism but our medium does not fully fit in there as well as too little people would know what I’m going on about, and likely have life’s to care about unlike me. but if you guys wanna know what books i read to get a grasp of the theories and criticism for like, your own free time, i can link you the uni books i got. with so much blubber done beforehand, lets get to this under the cut, since this will contain some spoilers from season 3.

the full circle idea is a very classic and satisfying theory in both film and literature. i suppose it circles back to the human brain’s need for completion, and to bring something full circle is the easiest and most ideal way to mentally rest a case and finish things. its can be possible for psycho pass to finish that way. however, i believe there are some different aspects that don’t get emphasised as much as they should when trying to imagine the future of the world in psycho pass. for once, its a so-so chance for a piece of work from the genre of cyberpunk to end on a simple type of full circle. if we take the “father of cyberpunk”, william gibson’s neuromancer trilogy, as an example we will see something that is quite similar and that came up within season 3: the introduction of AI’s, and specifically, sybil’s interest in them. i don’t know if it was just me who was confused at the end of the season why the AI aspect was suddenly so important, literally obliterating interest in an entire character that seemed kind of important to some extent at least (r.i.p. karina komiya at this point) but looking in retrospect and after rewatching it, there is a whole lot of sense to it. the story of psycho pass more or less started with us meeting the world and its limitations, heavily focusing on the bad sides as we follow akane’s point of view for most of the story to the point where figures like mika shimotsuki feel outright wrong to us (disclaimer: i am personally not a big fan of her, but i have to say that 70% of the slander on her are missing some pretty important points regarding her, but that’s for another day). akane stated that one day, sybil will not be needed anymore, which is - let’s say it as it is - a very romantic and ideal way of thinking. but we’re all very morally correct idealists, this idea just speaks most to us. however, over the course of the three seasons (i shall exclude the movies for this) i think it became pretty clear that society with the established politics and functions cannot really return i.e. function without a system like sybil anymore. think of this as an evolutionary type of thing: people are so used to buy food that practically nobody will just willingly agree to stop all that and go hunting like in the “good” ol’ days. mental evolution has finally let us come to understand that for example, gender is nothing but a social construct and we all are just humans. we could not imagine going back to times like 1600s, where race and gender were categorised by some b*llshit f*cking idea like “god-given privilege” (pardon my language at this point). hence it lays rather logically close for people to just give up the comforts of a society which we see in psycho pass is very unlikely. the comforts of that world goes as far as pulling in immigrants from all over there world, which does underline this statement- even if we strictly assume that the entire world is in chaos and war, that just makes japan with its sybil system as something desirable. naturally, we could flip this coin in different ways for various argumentations, but it will all boil down to people should reject living like that but they likely won’t. and I think i do not point out something outrageous or illogical when i say that humans are willing to silently accept a lot of things, even when they really shouldn’t. and that is not just some theory, in episode 4 ma-karina’s existence is shown on broadcast, and yet still karina komiya ends up voted as the new governor. the society knows that she herself has an holographic AI doing work for her, yet they still accepted her, and subsequently, sybil accepted ma-karina as a “citizen” with voting right and hence, right to be nominated (which, if you remember, was this thing that unraveled at the end of first inspector). now, sybil’s motives in accepting an AI likely could be different, namely because it could bring the acceptance of society about the system’s true facade closer, but that is a mini-theory for another day if i’m honest. taking these points in consideration, the first likely option that might occur in psycho pass’ future could be similar to real world situations: more people will start to reject the idea (of AI ruling, especially if the truth about the system ever gets publicised) which then results in bringing forth change and evolution through humans, a very classic scenario. hence it would not finish with our main cast, (which mainly serve as our story teller’s) as triumphant in this battle of man vs machine, but rather with their testimonies of society, and how the begin of change can look like.

here i shall will finish my already long post here, but i will hint that i personally do a have another theory about how this series could go towards the end. but i will save that up for when the community actually wants to hear it.

thanks for reading, i hope it wasn’t too messy? i'd appreciate some feedback c:

#psycho pass #akane tsunemori #shinya kougami #ginoza nobuchika #psycho pass 3 #kei ignatov #arata shindo #sybil system #makarina #karina komiya

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tenglows · 5 years ago

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Hiii! Could I get crown prince!Yangyang with 29&36? Royalty AU and it's between him and his new maid but she is actually a little bit older than him and has worked in different parts of the palace (kitchen, horse stables, decoration, library...) and in different positions so when she gets assigned to him she knows how to run the place and she starts teaching him life skills for when he claims the throne. He admires her and falls in love, but she's reasonable until she can't resist him anymore...

[ 29: you know i can’t be found with you ] + [ 36: it's just a kiss ] i am completely in love with this, thank you so much for requesting such an incredible and detailed scenario!!! i was also waiting for someone to use prompt 29, so this was just perfect. i hope you love it as much as i did!!! i also made an aesthetic because i felt like it

the prompts

yangyang sighed as the tailor left in search for more pins. there were still some months until the coronation, but all the preparations had the castle working like a factory.

he stared at himself in the mirror. that mantle made him look like his father, and that scared him. he didn't think he was ready to be king, but there was no turning back now. it never was in the first place.

“prince” a voice distracted him from his thoughts and he turned back to see you, bowing.

since you had been working in the palace for quite some time and knew your way around it, the queen didn't trust anyone more than you, and assigned you to be her son's advisor and maid. you were only two years older than him, so she figured you would be the best option for him to feel comfortable and accompanied.

“tailor shawn excelled himself with this one, hasn't him?”

the long fabric accentuated yangyang’s shoulders, but it was sort of loose. that's why it needed fitting.

“it's good shawn is working hard on perfecting the robe” you spoke, sensing how tired the boy was of being upright on that stand. “shall the clothes be to big on the prince, he's thought not to be qualified for the throne”

“that's stupid” he joked, as he usually did, but you sensed something different. he was playing with his hands and didn't lift his gaze from the floor.

“you're nervous” you stated and he looked at you just for a second, the tailor coming in again. “we'll talk about it later” you saluted him and the man and walked out of the dressing room.

night fell and yangyang had just gotten to his bed chamber. he was exhausted. the fitting process took some more hours and it still wasn't fully finished. then, he had to join his father on some of his tasks. so he could pick up some of his skills and knowledge.

there was a tap on his door, and he yelled an approval for them to come in with the minimum of voice he had left.

“not a good time?”

he didn't answer, but the way he gestured you to close the door told you he didn't want to be alone.

“do you want to talk about today?”

he laid back on the silk sheets and took a deep breath.

“it's too much work”

he didn't say more, but he didn't need to. you imagined what was going through his mind. he was too young to be responsible for all of this. on top of that, he didn't really like to talk about his feelings, so he also dealt with every burden on his own.

“you are going to be an admirable king, yangyang. the town already thinks highly of you”

“what if i let them down?” he looked at you with scared eyes. you sat next to him and in that damp night and big walls, you believed it was the first time yangyang had shared his torments out loud.

“you have your entire lifetime to slip up and learn” he stayed silent, staring up at the ceiling. “and” he looked back at you. “a prince, soon-to-be-king, can also open up about his feelings. goodnight, yangyang”

with that, you closed the door behind you, leaving yangyang in the lonesomeness of his big room.

as he struggled to fall asleep, he thought back to your words. you were right about the part of expressing his emotions. he had no reason to shut down. the thing was, he had never had someone to let loose with before. he would hang out with some of the maid's children when he was a kid, but apart from that, he didn't have any friends. being educated to be king was always what directed his life. and everytime he would get too overwhelmed and ask their parents for help they would brush it off, or tell him they didn't have time right now. or, at any time for that matter. nonetheless, he was raised by one of the best kings the country had ever had. he would come up with something about his fear of his newly obligations.

but after more tossing and turning in bed, he realized you had raised him more than his family ever did. sure, his father was good at teaching him fencing, but you were good at teaching him more human skills. you would explain how to approach people from different status, but never failing to be polite. you told him how to dress appropriately, and what colors were the best combinations. you taught him to make himself some easy dishes if ever needed.

for some reason, the thought of you accelerated the thumping of his heart. the image of your face rested above his eyelids. he pictured the eyes he had grown accustomed to. as his body was getting heavier, he thought of kissing you, a shiver running through his half asleep back as he did. he had never thought of you that way.

the next morning, yangyang’s body froze when he encountered you at the kitchen.

“good morning, did you rest well?” you asked, the same sweet smile as always. you had absolutely no idea about what was going through the boy’s mind: him finding it amusing, how he had lost so many sleep hours wondering off about you and your world just, continued. without a single clue.

“good” he sat on the chair as you placed an abundant plate in front of him.

“i’m glad. here, eat up that i believe you have quite the schedule today”

you have always prepared him breakfast, why did it feel different now? why was his heart excited? was it always like that and he had only recently noticed it?

you turned around to arrange some other things in the kitchen, and yangyang cleared his throat.

“erm, y/n? would you like to sit and have breakfast with me?”

“okay” you smiled and placed the dishcloth on the dishwasher, taking the seat facing his.

“how did you sleep?” you arched an eyebrow at his distinctive behaviour, his face tinting red. he had never shown such clear interest in you.

“i stayed up late catching up on my reading”

yangyang knew how much you liked to read, and how you always seemed to appear with a new book in the span of short days.

“what is this one about?”

“oh it’s romance, obviously” you rolled your eyes and laughed shyly. “you know i’ve always been kind of a romantic”

as he ate, you told him more about the story. he watched in delight how you got so excited explaining the relationship between the characters. you talked some more, until you looked at the time and sent him off to his daily duties.

“hey, do you know how to ride a horse?”

“no, why?”

“i think it’s time that i teach you something”

after a while, you both came back from the shelter bursting out laughing.

“that was fun” you commented, leaving your jacket on the chair.

“i know, the horses loved you”

“i do feed them”

your chuckles died down as you contemplated each other’s eyes. he hadn’t noticed how close you were standing, and suddenly, the thoughts from the previous night came rushing back. the idea of kissing you seemed stronger now, nearer. he leaned in for the sake of it, but was interrupted by his mom’s voice.

“son, y/n” your breath caught in your throat as you immediately bowed down. “you were supposed to find your father by the garden half an hour ago”

“my apologies, mother. y/n was lending me a hand with the horses and i lost track of time”

“well, that’s her job, isn’t it?” the words were harsh but the tone wasn’t. the queen was always respectful and generous to everyone, especially you, but you still caught the idea that she was subtly scolding you.

you nodded and took another bow, the woman leaving and yangyang shooting a quick glance at you before following her.

when yangyang was finally dismissed, he didn’t waste any second before darting towards your bedroom. behind the door, he took a deep breath and knocked.

you were already on your nightwear when he set foot in your room. he had never been there before, taking a moment to inspect the place. it was undoubtedly much smaller than his, a single bed instead of a king sized one, but he still liked it. and it was, without a doubt, yours. with full bookshelves.

“i’m sorry about my mom” you shook your head.

“i had a great time with you today”

he didn’t know where this courage was coming from, but he guessed becoming a king was making him braver in more ways than one. he took a step forward and placed a hand on your cheek, asking for permission. when you let out a breath and leaned into his palm, he allowed himself to stroke your other cheek too.

“i did too. maybe i can be like prince charming from your book” he leaned in again. your noses were almost brushing, when you stood up straight again and kept your composure.

“yangyang, you know nothing can happen between us” you spoke softly, but the tenderness didn’t stop the words from hurting any less.

“a kiss won’t harm anyone. didn’t the main character kiss his forbidden love?”

“but that’s fiction, this is real life”

“and it’s just a kiss” he whispered over your mouth, your eyes looking down to his lips. both of your hearts were beating so loudly it resembled the tone of a thunderstom.

your breaths had blended in a way you didn’t know which one was yours anymore. and he was so close, so close to everything changing that you had to pull away.

“you should leave. good night, yangyang” you practically shoved him out of the door.

you didn’t make him breakfast the next day. or the one after that. another maid did, and yangyang felt his world crumbling. he didn’t even get to see you lately, and he didn’t know how much he relied on your daily smiles until he didn’t have them anymore.

it was at the gatehouse where he found you one thursday. you were cleaning a carriage, and you clearly hadn’t seen him, you would have ran away if you did. he approached you cautiously, and just as he suspected, when you did see him you dropped everything and stood on your feet.

“y/n, stop avoiding me” he yelled, making you stop. he ran to you and struggled to find your gaze. you refused to look at him. “it’s driving me crazy”

“your parents would kill me. you know i can’t be found with you”

“you won’t” he assured, pressing your foreheads together and cupping your face in his hands. he felt as if he had gone back to that night in your bedroom, and he was getting a second chance. “just please, stop running from me” he begged in a barely audible voice.

and in that moment, you decided to do as the protagonist in your book always did. you decided to let go. and with his lips on top of yours, it felt like flying. your feet rejected touching the ground, and you were lucky enough that yangyang didn’t want to come back to earth yet either.

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yoimeta · 5 years ago

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Hi everyone! I noticed recently that the "KAZAKHSTAN 101 OR HOW TO OTABEK" post seems to have been taken off of tumblr? The author's whole blog seems to have been wiped. Do you know if this is archived anywhere? Is there a mirror, say, on Ao3?

Hello!

Thankfully, I managed to find what I believe is the original post. Here it is! The post is archived in plain text under the cut.

Hope this helps!

- Ji

Source: @sawyer-aik

KAZAKHSTAN 101 OR HOW TO OTABEK

THERE YOU GO YURI ON ICE FANDOM.

Disclaimer: this is in no way a fully comprehensive guide. This is just me trying to put together basics for people who are unfamiliar with Kazakhstan/Kazakhs to start their writing/research.

I am an ethnic Kazakh female, citizen of Kazakhstan, Almaty, bisexual, upper middle class, currently in college in the US. My experience is in no way representative of all kazakhs and Kazakhstan citizens. However, I think it’s pretty close to Otabek’s.

This is really, really long and kinda convoluted, but if you can bear it –– welcome!

Name: Many people have talked about Otabek’s name. This is how you shorten it –– “Bek”, “Beka”, or “Beks” if you wanna be really familiar and laid back.

Kazakhs don’t have middle names, we have patronymics. They are formed like this: the father’s name + ‘uly’ if the child is a boy or ‘kyzy’ is the child is a girl. For example, Otabek’s childrens’ patronymics would be Otabekuly and Otabekkyzy.

About Almaty and almatinians: Ok I’m so happy Otabek is from Almaty, I really don’t know much about life in other cities or rural areas. Almatinians rarely do. Comparing Almaty lifestyle to the rest of Kazakhstan is the same as comparing NYC to the rest of America –– it’s not representative of the quality of life in the country, like, at all.

Almaty has 2.5+ million population, and it grows every year. It’s a cultural and economic centre of the country. Apples originate from Almaty (!!!), hence the name from “Alma” –– apple. Almatinians are usually stereotyped as fast, brash and snobby –– kinda like New Yorkers, right? Almaty is much more tolerant and progressive, and also more ‘Western’ than the rest of the country in terms of mindset. Almatinians kinda look down on non-Almatinians, and really dislike the capital Astana because of all the funding and attention it gets.

Almaty has a great ethnic diversity –– main groups are Kazakhs, Russians, Uygur, Koreans, Germans, Jews, Uzbek, and many more. Though stereotypical jokes are generally acceptable, outright hate and discrimination against an ethnic group is not tolerated. Many foreigners visit here for business –– mostly Americans, Western Europeans and Chinese.

Almatinians love: coffeeshops, mall sales, cool cars (Hello Otabek’s motorcycle), smoking hukkah and vaping. They are usually concerned with status and try to show off their wealth. You can see people of all kind of different style and background in Almaty, fashion shows are held there, contemporary art and indie-music congregates there, along with all kinds of fancy ass crowd. It is a really interesting and kinda exhausting scene, especially if you are young and wanna have fun.

Language, culture, food, etc.

As an Almatinian Kazakh, Otabek is definitely fluent in both Russian and Kazakh, and probably has a very good grasp on English. He is a master of shala kazakh. Shala kazakh is a magic language that only city Kazakhs are privy to. It’s basically a wild mix of kazakh, russian and some fashionable english slang thrown in there. It’s usual for me to start a conversation with “OMG bro” and then kinda pull my speech together, substituting kazakh and russian words with each other and pepper it with “cool”, “ok” and other english exclamations. It’s not grammatically correct and is kinda lowbrow, but we all do it. Yes, even our parents. This is how Otabek sounds when he is talking to someone from home. Terrifying.

Nuclear family: City Kazakhs usually have two or three kids. That’s less than people have in rural areas. Children are important in Kazakh culture because they carry the family’s bloodline and history, especially boys. If you headcanon Otabek as having brothers and sisters, you are probably right! His family should be at least sort of wealthy to afford all the expenses of having a professional athlete for a child. Otabek has an expensive bike and his clothes look high-end –– he is definitely not poor.

Family in general. Kazakhs are close, VERY CLOSE to their family. Mind you, family is not just parents and siblings but also your grandparents, aunts and uncles and like all 173 cousins and nieces and nephews. Everyone is ridiculously involved in your life, always there with advice and complaints. You stay connected to your parents when you move out, when you get married, when you have kids, when you DIE. When Otabek misses the weekly skype dates or check-in phone calls, HE IS SHAMED SO HARD. Do you know grandma is worried about you, think about how old she is! Otabek’s relatives brag about his achievements like they moved him up the career ladder personally, with their own two hands. There’s nothing Otabek can really do about it tho he gets annoyed

Food: city Kazakhs have a very diverse cuisine. Traditional kazakh food is like 50% batter and 50% meat and takes long ass time to prepare so we reserve it for the holidays. My family loves fish, russian dishes such as borsht and blini, Uzbek lagman, Korean kimchi tho we try to avoid pork. And it’s not like we choose one day as a “Russian cuisine day”, we just kinda??? Deside to have some borsht today?? Almaty has lots of different restaurants, almatinians love sushi, pizza and pasta, shashlyk, all kinds of experimental foods and trying new things. Kumys –– mare’s milk –– is one of the things you should try in Kazakhstan as a turist, but I know many kazakhs who have never had it or don’t like it. They say it’s really good for you tho.

Holidays: ethnic Kazakhs in Kazakhstan celebrate: birthdays, New Years, Eid al-Adha which we call Kurban Bairam, Independence Day on December 16th and Nauryz on March 22nd. Young people kinda have get togethers on Halloween because it’s fun and a reason to hang out. Nauryz is one of my faves, it’s a pagan holiday of coming of spring and new life. On Nauryz, Almaty is adorned with flowers, yurts and giant swings are set on the city square, people wear traditional clothing and dance and play and eat a lot. My family also ended up celebrating Eastern Orthdox Christmas and Easter because each year our Russian friends invite us to hang out and celebrate with them, lol.

LGBTQIA+

Main principle is “Don’t ask, don’t tell”. General conflict avoidance protocols are in place. I personally know like 3 LGBT friendly hubs/clubs in Almaty. Nobody explicitly says “gay clubs” but people just kinda know what and where those are. There are get togethers and meetings you can attend to meet people, you can hang out with your significant other in public, hug, hold hands and no one would probably say anything. Colleges and universities are generally safe places, many of my friends are out in their college and don’t face any trouble. PDA will be frowned upon, but all PDA is generally frowned upon in Kazakhstan, even hetero. Feminist and sex-positive initiatives try to educate the populace and break the status quo, and are doing really well but the government’s disposition is homophobic. If your family is religious or traditional, they probably wouldn’t go as far as disowning you, but will probably pressure and guilt-trip you. LGBT+ youth generally plan to move somewhere else or just not settle. All of this is Almaty situation tho. Being LGBT in rural area is much more dangerous.

THE BEST PART: VOCABULARY

Ok this is what I find to be the easiest way to explain Kazakh to English speakers: think Turkish but written in cyrillic, with words borrowed from Arabic and Russian.

Endearments:

zhanym, жаным: my soul. Zhanym is everything to a Kazakh. You can use it for your family, friends, SO, I called my laptop zhanym today. It can be flirty, it can be serious. If you need Otabek to be affectionate with someone, use zhanym.

ainalaiyn, айналайын: really hard to translate but something like my precious?? Usually used towards small kids, but also if a Kazakh finds something really cute.

altynym, my golden baby. I love this one for obvious reasons, lol, hi, Otabek.

Mahabbatym, махаббатым, my love +

Suiktim, сүйіктім. my love, my dear. Kinda old fashioned but really romantic. I can see Otabek using this, but he will be teased and called an old sap if he does.

Kazakh have a lot more endearments, but most of them are for children.

Basic interaction and exclamations:

Iya. Ия. Yes.

Zhok. Жоқ. No

Rakhmet. Рахмет. Thank you.

Keshir. Кешір. Sorry.

Salem, Сәлем. Hello. A familiar greeting.

Sau bol, Сау бол. Literally “Be well” but actually means goodbye. Pretty familiar too.

O Kudai, О Құдай/O Allah, О Алла! Oh my god, obviously. Used in all kinds of different situations.

Oibai, Ойбай! How does one explain oibai. When a friend jump scares you, when you receive bad news, when you check your bank account –– oibai!

Abai bol, Абай бол. Be careful, is what your mom tells you when you go out.

Expletives and Swear Words. Yeeaaah the juicy stuff.

Zhyndy, Жынды. Crazy. If someone is being stupid or inappropriate, you call them zhyndy. When you tell a dumb joke at the familty table, mom smacks you upside the head and hisses “Ooooi, zhyndy!” When Jean-Jaques is acting a fool and makes out with his reflection, Otabek rolls his eyes and mutters “Zhyndy”.

Akymak. Ақымақ. Idiot. When someone is just dumb and not worth your time.

Ittin balasy. Иттің баласы. Child of a dog. It can be as harmless as “you pup” and as offensive as “son of a bitch” depending on the situation.

Kotindy kys. Көтіңді қыс. Squeeze you ass. God I love this one. When someone being an obnoxious wannabe, tell them they should squeeze their ass and check themselves.

Jean-Jaques: I am gonna be the King of the Grand Prix!

Otabek: Kotindy kys.

Shygasyn ba?! Шығасың ба?! You wanna go bro?! Ohh, someone is gonna catch these Kazakh fists.

Sigil. Сігіл. Basically go fuck yourself.

Sheshen ahmy/Sheshen sigem. Шешең амы/Шешең сігем. Your mother’s c*nt/Imma fuck your mother. REALLY FUCKING OFFENSIVE. Say this to a Kazakh if you have a death wish.

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AND THEEEEEEERE YOU GO.

Again, this is just the basics. Do more research and talk to as many Kazakhs and Kazakhstani people as you can. We are a different but usually an interesting bunch. Thanks for your attention, Sawyer out!

#yoimeta #solosvejs #answered #Otabek Altin #yoi meta

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liloelsagranger · 4 years ago

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Chapter 7: Navigation of memory - Viridian Love Story (pokémon fanfiction)

My dear friends,

it’s been so long ago since I last updated my current fanfiction. Let me tell you why: My mother spent 60 days in hospital and 30 days in rehabilitation. She suffers from a severe liver cirrhosis due to a hepatitis she had as a child.

I visited her every single day and sat at her bedside. The doctors in my hometwon gave her 2-3 more days before she would die and my father and I were able to get her to a better hospital just in time, where she slowly made progress. It was terrible to see how my mother was feeling bad and she could hardly do anything on her own anymore. But now she is feeling much better, she is walking again without aids and has regained some courage. Nevertheless, she is on the waiting list for a liver transplant and I am in the test phase to see if I am a suitable donor. That’s why I was hardly ever active online, but that should change now, because I still love Team Rocket, there were simply more important things in the last three months. I hope you understand. Thank you!

Now, enjoy the new chapter!

«What’s the story with Mew?” Ash spoke up. Jessie and James exchanged meaningful glances. They weren’t sure if they were allowed to talk about a top-secret project of Team Rocket. After all, they would pass on confidential data to third parties and thus risk their jobs. On the other hand, they had long since gambled away another pardon from their boss.

“Go ahead!” Jessie let James go first. He cleared his throat, still not sure if he would enter forbidden territory.

”Giovanni has been working for years on his so-called Mew project. The goal is to find clues and possible whereabouts of this legendary Pokémon. To do this, they interview dozens of people to find out more and get to the bottom of Mew. Anyone who is questioned in a lengthy interrogation is then arrested and shipped off, because they don’t want important information to leak out. Only a few know the exact whereabouts of the deportees and the rumors and stories circulating about them make your blood run cold.” Team Rocket felt in error. The disclosure of such important information would have an aftermath.

Misty could not believe that there was a faint hope of finding her parents alive. “Where are the deportees taken to?” she wanted to know. Jessie and James were humming and hawing, they didn’t want to get more involved. Slowly, Misty’s patience tore. “Come on, guys! You know exactly where my parents could be! So pull yourself together and do the right thing for once” she demanded.

James sighed. “To find them we would have to break into the main base on a pretty deserted island that is not easy to reach. It is surrounded by high fences with barbed wire. Surveillance cameras have been installed everywhere. They can control every single spot on the island, stop intruders and lock them away. It won’t be easy” he explained.

“Why would you break into the main base? You guys work for Giovanni. Don’t you have a member card or something?” Ash thought there something fishy about the whole story. “Sure we would! But we’ve been suspended, because apparently, I screwed up!” Jessie threw an angry look at James. “Please, stop arguing now! There are more important things right now. For once, can you help us and bring us to this island? I’d be much obliged” Misty did not ask for much. She clung to the last straw of her almost extinguished hope.

Team Rocket turned their backs on them. “Brief review of the situation” Meowth whispered. “Should we help them or should we let them fidget?” Jessie and James considered their options. “The twerpette is looking for her mother, I can understand how it feels to be completely alone in the world, this loneliness can seriously drive you crazy. On the other hand, we have been suspended and another faux pas is out of question. We would have to be even more careful and rely entirely on our spying techniques. Do you think we could bring them in?” Jessie looked into the round. James nodded. “We have already mastered many hurdles. Just think of the Training Days many years ago. We were so inexperienced and green behind the ears, but we still passed with flying colors. Over the years we have acquired innumerable distractions, we can make ourselves practically invisible and nobody would notice that we are sneaking into the taboo area. Maybe we should risk it and should we finally loose our jobs, yes then you know my answer, then we will build up our own business.” He smiled gently but could not win Jessie over yet. They turned around. “We’re going to help you!”

“So is there a truce between us?” Ash asked. “For now,” Jessie shook his hand.

Team Rocket led the young students towards the harbor. There they would board a Rocket transport vehicle disguised as a cruise ship. They took two cabins and would only talk to each other under certain circumstances and when it was really necessary. They were not allowed to attract attention, but Jessie, James and Meowth had some costumes in their luggage that would help to hide their identity.

When Misty, Ash and Brock headed for the dining hall in the early evening, they were welcomed by a brightly lit room. The smell of delicious food wafted towards them, so that their mouths watered. They sat down at a round table a little aside and waited for the promised welcome drink. At the piano, the entertainer showed his talent and invited guests who had already dined to a slow waltz accompanied by violins. Nothing reminded of an undercover mission of Team Rocket. The guests chatted and enjoyed themselves, food was brought on silver trays. Men and women were treated to the most delicious meat and fish dishes they could find on the menu. “Are they serious?” Misty had to refrain from laughing when she discovered Jessie, James and Meowth in their seemingly unremarkable disguise. Jessie and James were dressed as if they came from a Puritan village. Meowth sucked on a pacifier and had a bib on. Ash rolled his eyes. “So much for not attracting attention!” They laughed.

For James the evening went on endlessly. No matter what Jessie was wearing, he could never take his eyes off her. She was a real beauty, even in rags and he was an absolute fool for having missed the chance. Jessie hardly paid any attention to him but stared at the dance floor and the many happy couples, who seemed so carefree. At some point, James could no longer stand the tense atmosphere and left the dining hall under the pretext that he needed some fresh air.

James reproached himself terribly. How could he deceive Jessie like that and put all the blame on her? He was pathetic and a real comrade pig. He had let her down several times before, but this time he had really screwed up. She was hurt and angry and wouldn’t forgive him so easily, even though he had saved her from the ghost Pokémon. It was up to him to smooth things over. A fresh sea breeze blew through his lavender locks. From far away he could see the harbor of the forbidden island. Each time, it reminded him of the time in Maiden’s Peak, where Jessie had for the first time indirectly admitted that feelings were involved in her rescue operation. James had been obsessed with this deceased beauty and he and Brock almost fell victim to a joking Gastly. James enjoyed reminiscing about their time in Kanto. They were still young and wild and had their whole life as beginner criminals ahead of them. He and Jessie had spent so many nights together, talking, laughing, and sometimes even crying when the situation was simply overwhelming. He found comfort in her and was able to unload his whole burden of the past on her. She listened patiently and could understand only too well how a messed-up childhood made them both what they are today. They were so similar, they simply belonged together, and James wished with all his heart that this strong bond between them would be reborn.

“Am I disturbing you?” Brock had approached him. “There’s quite a lot of air between you and Jessie, right?” James nodded his head but remained silent. “I don’t want to interfere with you too much, just this much: you two are meant for each other. I understood that already as a teenager. You were an unbeatable team, you supported each other and even if you got into each other’s hair, the waves were soon smoothed out. You won’t believe how much I wanted such a relationship back then. You are one heart and soul, and nothing can separate you, not even a stupid argument over trivialities. Tell her how you feel, tell her that you’re sorry and tell her better too early than too late. Please, don’t loose her, you guys are a perfect match!” With these words Brock turned away and left James standing at the railing. “Thank you” the Team Rocket agent muttered and took new courage.

Just as he was about to turn around, Jessie came towards him. It was time to ask her for forgiveness. His breath stopped, he was so nervous. “Jessie, can we talk?” A gentle smile played around her lips, but she shook her head. “Not yet.”

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kyouxa · 5 years ago

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Subaru Sakamaki (Story 04+CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Place: Violet mansion — Corridor

Subaru: We’re there. Get in.

Yui: Eh, but... Subaru-kun this is

Subaru: It’s fine just get in. Geez, don’t act so ridiculous.

Yui: Y-Yes. Alright...

Place: Violet mansion — Kitchen

Yui: (Subaru-kun, why are we in such a place?)

Kou: Ah, she came. Welcome~!

Laito: Oh? Did you bring Eve here on purpose?

Azusa: We were waiting... I’m glad that you came...

Yui: Why did everyone gather in such a place?

Kou: Why do you have anything else to do than cooking in the kitchen?

Azusa: We are prepare food for the welcoming party ... That’s why we wanted you to help us cooking...

Yui: Welcoming party... Is someone special coming here?

Kou: Thaaat’s wrong! We are doing this because it’s your welcoming party!

Laito: You know, we are very much reflecting on your help. We’re also sorry for putting you in jail like that.

But this is not mainly an apology, it’s your welcoming party!

Kou: You can rest assured that it's Carla's instructions. Because we aren’t doing this on our own.

Laito: With that being said, I can’t make a lot of things, but it’s our main role and I’d like you to help us.

Yui: That is...

(No way, I never thought of them having a party for me and that they would end up cooking as well...)

(It seems as if they really are throwing a welcoming party for me)

(Subaru-kun is...)

Subaru: .....

Yui: (After all he’s still grumpy. I wonder if he is against having a party? He was already mad about something yesterday)

(Yeah, I can’t just think about the bad stuff. Everyone really wants me to help them)

I will gladly help you out. Let’s make something delicious together.

Kou: I’m glad!

Laito: It’s really hard for a man to stay alone in the kitchen all day.

I’m super happy that Eve decided to help us out.

Azusa: Yes, I am relieved...

Yui: (Speaking of which, I know not everyone is good at cooking)

Kou: Yes, then Eve can cut the ingredients over here.

♡ Roses ♡

Subaru’s hand: You really don’t seem to have a lot of interesting things in your life, why are you staring at me how I cook?

Yui’s face: Hey, look away already. It might come off if you don’t.

↳ Video Chapter

Yui: Hey, how did you even prepare your meals until now?

Kou: Oh uhm, for the time being the four of us cooperated together.

Laito-kun was always going out to get the ingredients, and I and Azusa-kun were preparing the food...

Subaru-kun is also working hard on his cooking, yet he always complains about my food having a horrible taste or sum...

Subaru: It’s always horribly bad cooked! And then, it’s also mostly your food!

Kou: Lies, Lies! I'm counting on you this time, so better keep your supportive attitude and good work up!

Subaru: Stop joking around or I’ll kill you.

Yui: Fufu... Subaru-kun really is looking after you.

Kou: Even if he is the youngest.

Laito: Good boy, Good boy!

Azusa: Subaru is... a nice guy...

Subaru: You guys really are out there mocking me! Eve, don’t you dare laughing at me as well!!

Choices

1) — I thought it was cute (black)

2) — Apologize (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

— I thought it was cute

Yui: Um, it was actually cute...

Subaru: Hah!?

Yui: (Since I thought it was cute, he got even angrier)

Subaru: ... What is it?

Yui: I’m sorry, it’s nothing at all

— Apologize ♡

Yui: I’m sorry, Subaru-kun

Subaru: It’s not like I asked you to apologize.

Yui: Y-Yes I know...

Subaru: Hey, don’t take it too serious. I’m not angry or anything.

Kou: Subaru-kun would have such a kind habit if he wouldn’t have such a bad mouth.

Yui: (Sometimes Subaru-kun acts like a lone wolf, but he actually works better with someone by his side)

end Choices

Yui: (... When I laughed, I felt a little better. The mood is not as awkward as it was yesterday)

Subaru-kun. I’ll help you out as well, so why don’t we work hard together?

Subaru: Tch... well, that’s fine with me.

Well then, you should bring the ingredients to me so we can cut them.

Yui: Y-Yes

*Yui starts cutting*

Yui: ... Hey, Subaru-kun. Is it alright if I do it like this?

Subaru: Eh? Ahh... don’t you think it’s good? I mean, why are you even asking me about that.

Yui: Well, because Subaru-kun is the one who is cooking the most ...

Subaru: You are way better in cooking than I could ever be.

... The taste your food has, it’s always missing in mine.

Yui: (Eh... wait, what did Subaru-kun say just now...)

(Did he say that my food is delicious? But, I never cooked a single meal since I came here)

(Could it be, that his memories are slightly coming back to him... ?)

Hey, Subaru-kun. Why do you know how my food tastes like?

Subaru: ...Hah?

Yui: Just now you said "Your cooking is way better" ...

Subaru: .....

No... I was not especially saying that. I just had my thoughts too deep into it, there’s no particular meaning behind it.

Laito: Ah, maybe it’s a certain strategy from Eve to attract a certain person’s attention.

Kou: Eh! Is that so!? Subaru-kun really is her target.

Subaru: Don’t come up with those stupid ideas! You should rather move your hands than your mouth!

Azusa: That is right... when the preparations will be late... Carla might get angry...

Laito: I’m honestly sick of Carla’s ongoing sermons. I'm getting overwhelmed, but yet I’m still doing it seriously.

Kou: That’s right. Let’s do our best, Eve.

Yui: By the way, can you tell me what’s today’s menu?

Kou: Sure~

Laito: Does that mean, that Eve is doing everything for me as well? I personally wouldn’t mind you helping me with all the work.

Subaru: No she is not. Hey, Laito. There won’t be support for you today.

Azusa: Eve... let’s do our best...

Monologue

Everyone worked peacefully together so we could prepare everything for the welcoming party.

While we were working together, this entire recent days I’ve spent here felt like a complete lie.

A wrong brotherhood with false memories. Even if that’s reality, I was having fun to cook together with them.

Because I was cooking in an unfamiliar kitchen, it didn't go as good as usual.

Even so, the dishes were somehow completed and the welcoming party started.

We cleaned up the kitchen together and then went to the living room.

Azusa-kun went to call for Carla-san who immediately went to the living room since he was excited for the food.

Place: Violet mansion — Living room

Carla: Did you brought all of the dishes?

Azusa: Hm, these are all...

Carla: The cooking everyone prepared looks surprisingly satisfying.

Laito: Just like this, Carla really is that type of a terrible person who makes us do all the exhausting work.

Carla: Do you truly desire that I cook for you? Of course, I will leave the miscellaneous tasks to you.

Kou: Eh, he is not even leaving it to us he is pushing us to do it... ?

Azusa: Carla’s commands are mostly important in the battle... because there are... so many things to think about ...

Kou: That’s right Azusa-kun. I understood it now.

Laito: Carla really is a strange man. Isn’t it a real pain in ass to fight and become the king at the same time?

Carla: That is because I was born to be Violet's eldest son, I have an obligation to lead and protect all of you.

In addiction, there is no one other than me who is suitable for the seat of the king.

Kou: That means Carla-kun thinks it's natural to stand on people if they try to get in your way, because his wish must be granted.

Laito: He really is the right person in the right place.

Yui: (Carla-san is the eldest son of the Violet family... After all, the discomfort of the current brother relationship is hitting me)

(I wonder if everyone really doesn’t remember their real brothers at all)

(Especially because Carla-san is the founders king, he is different from the vampires ...)

(But, yet they prepared such a nice welcoming party all together)

(I really want to thank all of them for doing this for me)

(...Huh? My napkin has a cute flower on the clasp)

(There seems to be nothing on the other people's napkins, but who decorated them then?)

(Is this like a different kind of welcome? If so, I am really happy about it)

(That means, that they actually thought about me while decorating, right?)

*time skipped*

Carla: Now, the supper has just started, and I only want to say one thing. Eve—

Yui: Yes, what is it?

Carla: Forgive my past rudeness.

Yui: Eh...

(Carla-san is apologizing to me. After all...)

Carla: You are a huge necessity for this mansion. I want to proper welcome you like this.

Yui: .....

(Necessity... In other words, is he doing this because I'm the traditional Eve?)

(Rather than confining myself in prison, I am forced to cooperate with them now)

(Is he trying to get me into a situation where I think about the Violet family as my friends or even my own family?)

(Whatever it is, it is only for Carla-san to become the king)

(If that’s their actual plan... then it might become a little complicated)

(Maybe they just threw this welcoming party to make me open my own feelings to them)

(But, if I look at everyone's joyful faces, I don’t want to judge them like that)

(Still, I will thank them for having a welcoming party for me then...)

(Even if everyone might have any certain speculations ...)

Kou: Azusa-kun, I’ll get this if you don’t wanna eat it anymore~

Azusa: Ah...

Kou: Hehe, now it’s gone.

Yui: (Ah, Kou-kun took something from Azusa-kun’s dish without properly asking)

Subaru: Hey, Kou. How many times did I tell you to ask if you want to steal from someone’s dish already? Correct your spoiled actions already.

Laito: Don’t you want him to stop this habit? Isn’t it bad to enjoy your food in any way you want?

Carla: I don’t mind. Let him do as he pleases.

Laito: Uhh, aren’t you in the place to stop both of them?

Carla: It is not something I personally need to mess with, such things as how to have eating manners. Let them do what they want until they feel pleased.

Subaru: It’s already usually that they show bad behavior...

Yui: (I’m sure they would stop if Ruki-kun was the one ordering them to)

(Carla-san seems to be strict in courtesy, but maybe he has an unexpectedly dismissal?)

(He wasn’t that type of person from the very beginning if my thoughts are right)

(Or is it just because Kou-kun isn’t his real brother? I don't know which one it is)

Kou: Laito-kun has been quiet for awhile already now, if you want to share your dish you just need to say it you know?

Laito: ...Rather than that, Subaru-kun is facing his dish as if he surely wants to give his brothers a side dish.

Subaru: The hell I will! Why would I...

Azusa: ... Subaru

Subaru: ...Ngh. Even showing such a face is useless.

Yui: Fufu. Kou-kun, Azusa-kun. Would you like to eat something from mine?

Azusa: Eh, is that okay... ? Eve really is a nice person...

Kou: Yay!

Subaru: Hey, you don’t need to pamper these guys.

Carla: Is that okay, Eve? After all you are the lead of this party.

Yui: Yes, I already had enough.

Carla: I see. Do as you please then.

Kou: Thank you, Eve!

Azusa: I’m glad... thank you...

Yui: You are welcome. If I made the both of you happy, it already means enough for me.

(It's not just a certain memory, it’s this place where the families relationships have gone wrong ...)

(I wonder if everything will continue to go as good as this did)

Monologue

I don’t think the current situation is fine. But for now, I want to cherish all those peaceful moments with them.

While watching all of these people interacting so friendly with each other, my loneliness slowly eased itself.

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amnachil · 4 years ago

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 9

Next part!

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Saturday April 20

What had he said again ? I won't protect you anyway. Right. Fucking joke. Who the hell had he tried to fool ? His past self would've laugh so much at his actual self. He was fucking ridiculous. He perfectly knew Lucy the whore had something in mind. She and bitchy Miranda wanted to catch Liam, he had no doubt about that. Pretty obvious that the loser would take Doll man. They even bring along a third weel for Fatty roommate. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had all the reason in the world to go there and fuck the two dickhead right away. So why on earth was he hidden behind a fucking tree ? Why the hell was he only watching for afar uh ? Oh yeah the plan. Because Liam thought he could deal with that alone, the Dean's grandson had decided to trust him. What an idiot I am. Anyway, it would be good for his boyfriend if he was able to do something by himself. It would help his confidence. And a confident Liam was a ballsy and naughty Liam. A win-win situation. If only the baboon manage to escape the so-called witch, that is. The group headed towards the subway and he followed suit. He observed them through a newspaper, which attracted the attention of two old hags. Want to suck my dick ? I'm already dying of embarassment, don't make it harder. For now, Lucy was doing most of the conversation. Miranda tried to cling on to Liam, but he slipped away. Nice one babe. Eventually, they arrived at their destination : a fancy restaurant, which also had a dance hall. Would you believe ! Fuck the site which had revealed the baboon was a walking stomach.

"Sir are you alone ?"

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey glared at the waiter.

"What do you think moron ? One table, and not far from this group."

The idiot looked at the pointed direction and made a face. Oh please.

"I'm sorry but..."

"Here's my ID. My family owns this place. Any other remark ?"

"No of course not. Follow me sir."

Yes, the junior knew this poor waiter only did his job. But damn he was just so pissed. I'll contact him later for sex. Hope it will make it even.

To say Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was interested by the way Liam ate was completly wrong. It just happened in front of him so often that he became used to watch. Speaking of, watching the baboon from afar made the junior almost moan in public. Almost. Fuck that. I hate this world. Liam wasn't a messy eater at all. Quite the opposite actually : he had a certain charm and timidy while eating. He always started by his less favorite dish, and at a slow pace. Throughout his meal, his speed would increase. The baboon made always a point at being well-groomed and now wasn't an exception. From his spot, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey observed him licking his lips several times. And damnit that was hot. The idiotic girls gave many plates to the baboon but they didn't feed him, which probably saved their life from the junior's wrath. Liam's body language was graceful, with no useless movement. His eyes. They're shining so much it blinds me from here. Damn. Damn. The waiter didn't comment on the Dean's grandson weird behavior, but he obviously saw his hard-on. You would be aroused too if your boyfriend was that hot ! Fuck you. Around the fourth or fifth plate (nobody counts those), another thing happened. Liam's belly started to grow. It was nothing but Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was staring too much to not notice. The baboon had always been attractive. His recently acquired chubbiness made him even more handsome. And when he started to get stuffed... This is terrible.

"Sir, do you want anything with your coffee ?" asked the ever-patient waiter.

Man. I just... Fuck.

"You. Me. Bathroom for a quickie. Is that fucking alright ?" the blond lad suggested.

"We can do that." smiled the other.

When he came back in the room, he felt calmed. His desires were temporaly satisfied and the waiter had been nice enough to forgive him for his rudeness. After that, I'm sure he would've offered me the moon. Fatty roommate was still at their table with Third weel. As for Liam, the two bitches dragged him and Doll Man to the dance floor. For now, the baboon was barely moving, just watching them wriggle like two turkeys. Maybe I should go there and put an end to this ridiculous date ? Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's phone suddenly rang.

"Best spy of the world to biggest penis of the world." said Nancy when he answered. "Got news for you."

"I'm listenning."

"I managed to track the IP of the moderator of the site in Canada." she revealed. "His name is George Blikes."

One dead man. I swear once I find you dude.

"But that's not all." Nancy continued. "I did a check of his background and bingo ! George is Samy's ex from highschool. Officially they're not in contact anymore but it's easy to keep these things secrets now."

"Samy." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey muttered.

This... Fucking braindead asshole. Stupid fuckup. She would never see the light again. I need to call D.R. That could wait. Once his boyfriend safe, he would pay the asshole a visit. A very awaited visit. However, he had another problem at hands. Because his boyfriend just broke Lucy's nose with a probably deserved but yet violent punch in the face.

Liam Saturday April 20

"Are you sure you don't wanna dance ?" asked Lucy for the third time.

"I'm fine thanks." the lad politely declined.

Throughout lunch, he had understood two things. Firstly, the witch intented to charm him in order to corrupt his energy. This way, she would poison the unicorns and kill them. Secondly, the force of lights were stronger than he had imagined. It's no surprise the unicorns sent Colton to help me. His friend's dance was so graceful that it fascinated the human sacrifice named Miranda. And Nick was distracting the other, a girl Lucy introduced as Velma. The chestnut lad himself was well-fed and in top form. I can focus on our main ennemy : the witch. She smiled to him.

"Tell me pretty boy, I heard from a friend you were into food games a lot. I have an offer for you." she suggested. "I'll let you do things to me for each additionnal plate you eat. How does it sound ?"

Very evil ? He had yet to find a way to defeat her without violence. Maybe he needed to reason her...

"It's tempting." he lied. "At least the food part."

I wonder what Damian would think about that. Liam could do many things to him while stuffing his face with delicious cuisine. Maybe stripping him one clothe after the other for each plate he finished... And why not make bolder and bolder caresses, going closer to his intimate parts...

"You're dribbling." Lucy hissed. "Are you that much of a feedee ?"

The young lad blushed. Whatever he had been thinking was better forgotten. Or not. (He mentally decided to keep the idea for latter). Anyway back to the main topic. He had a witch to beat.

"Why're you doing this ?" he asked. "What did they promise you in exchange ?"

She blinked, seemingly confused.

"Can't a woman woo a man she finds attractive ?" she countered. "You're my type you know ?"

"C'mon I know you've a purpose... Do you know this is bad ? You shouldn't force people to do things they don't want. You look like a nice girl, you should follow the right path."

He was kinda proud of his little speech. Let's hope it'll make her change her mind. Lucy frowned and took several seconds to think. Maybe something was bothering her ?

"Is it about the money ?" she finally asked. "We can share if that's what you want."

The forces of evil hired her of course. Maybe it was Liam's own father who did such a malevolent thing ?

"Sorry but you won't corrupt me that easily. I don't want any dirty money. And you neither, it only brings problem. What if the cops are after you ?"

He was convinced the police were an army enterily built by the unicorns to maintain order. Lucy grunted.

"Nobody has to know. It'll be fast, just some photo and we're good..." she mutterred. "Don't be a prick."

The chestnut lad was about to decline (again) when his phone rang. Surprisingly, it was his sister Chloe. What is it ? She never calls unless it's important.

"Sorry but I need to take that." he said.

He entered in the bathroom to talk peacefully. A groggy waiter was leaving, but otherwise, it was empty.

"Hi sis." he answered.w "Is everything okay ?"

A muffled noise told him it was not. He had been knowing Chloe for the fifteen years of her life and he could count on one hand the times she had cried. Even as a baby, she had been way more tough than Luka or him. The last time he heard her sobbing was when he had been accused of manslaughter. It was a sound he resented. A sound he was hearing now.

"Chloe ? What it is ? Can you talk ?"

She only cried louder. He cursed his own helplessness. Why was he here and not with her ? What a stupid big brother ! Stop that Liam. Now is not the time to lament on yourself. She needs you.

"I'm here sis. Right here." he assured. "You can cry as much as you want, I won't leave until you're feeling better."

"It's silly." she mumbled. "Sorry for worrying you."

Don't be. Don't do that. She had always been very mature and serious. A commom joke between them was to call her mother number two. But Liam would always worry about her. She was still a teenager. In light of his past actions, she had often kept her feelings for herself to not put any additional pressure on him. That was his beautiful and strong sister, who always protected him.

"I..." she whispered. "I just miss mom. That's stupid isn't it ? I lost a race today and I was so disappointed. I needed someone to talk but heck, all my friends are in another town. My mother is in another town. And I can't call her when I'm like that. She'll blow a fuse and come right away."

He never hated his family's situation more than at this moment.

"Can I tell you my day ?" she asked. "Just for a moment and I'll be fine."

"Whatever you want sis. Whatever you want."

When he left the bathroom, Liam had only one desire. To sleep. Even if it was only three in the afternoon and he had work later. Chloe was feeling better, which was a plus, but it only made him realise how everything was still so... wrong. She's way stronger than me that's for sure. However, the freshman barely got the time to breath. Lucy alsmot went for his throat.

"Welcome back handsome." she chirped. "What took so long ?"

"That's not your business." he replied. "And I'm sorry but I need to go."

He could feel an headache incoming. I'm so tired.

"Certainly not." the girl said. "I didn't suck my ego to hit on a dumbass like you for nothing. Come here."

She grabbed her arm and tried to lead him towards the bathroom. Which was ridiculous because he was bigger and heavier.

"Let me go please." he asked. "I'm not in the mood for anything you want to do."

Lucy ignored him. She strengthened her grip, making him wince in pain. He tried to free himself, but the girl suddenly pushed him on the wall. Her hands find a way to his crotch. And that was the final straw. He has enough of her, her scheme and her rudeness. Couldn't she let him alone ?! Pushed by his instinct, he did what he thought necessary to made her back off. He distincly heard a loud crack when his fist smashed her face open. He felt more than he saw everyone looking at them. He heard her scream of pain. And his slow brain realised he was doing another panic attack.

"You hit me in the face !" she yelled.

All he noticed was the blood. He heard thunder. Someone shouted.

"Kilian !"

No. No no no. A familiar head of blond hair ran towards him. He was back one year ago on this road. The young lad paniced. He knocked whoever tried to grab him over. He glanced at the exit. It wasn't far. Maybe he could go for it.

"Liam Strucker, you're charged of manslaughter by the present tribunal. What do you plead ?"

The chesnut lad ran. His legs moved on their own.

"What do you plead ?"

The crack of Lucy's bones resonated in his mind. He pushed the door and hurtled in the street. He had no time to lose. He needed to go the farthest possible.

"What do you plead ?"

Guilty. I'm guilty of everything. I hurt Kilian. I destroyed my family. I hurt Lucy. I did all that.

Nicolas Saturday April 20

The not-a-date rendez-vous went from 0 to 100 in a split second. The young lad was discreetly trying to play at pokemon while Velma was making the conversation when they heard the scream. The first thing he noticed was Liam's fist, covered in blood. Lucy fell on her knees, writhed in pain. Holy shit. Everything went crazy. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey left his hideout (not that he was very discreet to begin with) and rushed towards his boyfriend. But this one didn't hear him. He jostled a waiter and ran to the door. Nick barely had the time to get up before his roommate disappeared in the street. What the hell was that ?

"He hit me !" shouted Lucy. "That fucking moron hit me !"

Her friends were already at her side. Miranda was agitated, while Velma only watched from afar. Something is wrong.

"What took him ?" asked Colton. "He's usually better at handling his emotions."

"Dunno dude." the geek replied.

They both came closer. Her nose is broken. That's not pretty.

"He'll hear about me !" Lucy assured. "I swear to god, I will report him ! This prey is crazy ! The hunt is not worth it."

Nick froze. What did she just say ? Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey ordered her to shut the fuck up. He then turned to the boys.

"Doll man, Fatty roommate. We need to find him before he does something even stupider. Any ideas ?"

Colton answered, but the dark-haired freshman didn't listen. The hunt ? His brain was thinking fast. Imagenius talked about a reward. And Beauty admitted her boss was Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey... Is it possible that Liam is the prey ? Is he being used ? It would explain why a lot of their fellow students were interested in him. (Yes Liam was hot, but nobody was hot enough to interest that many people, except maybe this soccer player Muller something).

"Earth to fatty roommate !" yelled the Dean's grandson to get his attention. "Colton is going to the park and I go to Pasta's Place just in case. You go back to your apartment. If he's not here, check with Nate if he has any idea. Okay ?"

Nick ogled him. Could he be only involved for the reward ? Now wasn't the time to think about it. They needed to find Liam. But I will clear that mess up...

When he arrived at the apartment, the dark-haired lad knew Liam would be there. A trail of broken trash can said it all. He entered silently, hoping to find his friend in a better mood than half an hour ago.

"What the hell happened back there dude ?"

Nick shrieked like a girl when a tall shadow blocked his view. A monster !! He heard the sound of chewing.

"Woah chill pal. It's me."

He finally noticed Archie. For someone his size, this damn footballer could be very discreet. He scared the hell out of me that bastard. It wasn't unusual for him to come over and talk with Nate when they were away. He's a friend of Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey... I wonder if he's a hunter ?

"So ?"

"Liam freaked out because of what Lucy did." explained Nick. "I don't know the specifics, but it was related to the hunt or something ? He paniced."

If Archie knew something, he hid it well. He looked at the geek with his two big eyes and grabbed an handful of crips.

"Damn that sucks." he said. "Nate is with him right now so Imma get going. Text me if there is anything I can do."

"Sure."

Nick waited an hour before he sent a text to Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. To let my poor roommate breathe. Then, himself knocked at Liam's door. Nate opened and outlined a brief smile. Behind him, it was pretty clear that their friend had fallen asleep. He had work tonight, but maybe her boss would be cool about it. Once he was sure everything was under control, the dark-haired lad headed to his bedroom. He heard the Dean's grandson strom into the apartment, but it wasn't his problem anymore. I have a more urgent business. There is something really weird going on and I want to find what. It was for Liam's safety but also to satisfy his curiousity.

*TheSavior opened a private chat with Abeautifulwoman*

< TheSavior : Yo. >

< Abeautifulwoman : You put a period ! Is it your diet ? Look idk how fat you are but I'm sure you can get rid of a few kilo easy peasy ! I believe in yu boss ! >

Yeah I'll come back to you about that. Until now, he hated this whole diet idea with his whole being. But it was necessary.

< TheSavior : It had nothing to do with my diet. I want you to tell me what the hunt is about. >

< Abeautifulwoman : Not you too... Bro I swear this is a dangerous thing. You don't want to be involved >

She already said that to Imagenius. But Nick had more or less understood what it was about. He only needed confirmation.

< TheSavior : Look beauty. My friend is Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's boyfriend. From what I witnessed today and in the past weeks, I can tell there are a lot of people after him. I know your boss is a hunter, and I know he's not very sympatic, but I do hope he likes me a bit. All I want is to know what is going on. Is my roommate not safe ? Is it Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey's fault ? >

< Abeautifulwoman : ... Who are you ? How can I be sure you're Sav ? This is too much of a coincidence. Are you working for Samy ?! Just know that we're after you. D.R and us won't let you get away with it. >

< TheSavior : are you serious right now ? >

*Abeautifulwoman is disconnected*

The fuck ? Seriously ?! Nick grunted. That idiot ! But if it was a big deal, he could understand her distrust. It hurts, but she gave him some info to work with anyway. Samy uh ? And D.R... He didn't like the idea of Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey being a manipulative asshole who was using Liam. He doesn't even look the part. But it was a possibility. He needed to investigate more... Nick would know everything about the hunters and the famous hunt.

To be continued

When you’re hunting, and the prey is way stronger than you.

Lucy is stupid but no, I don’t encourage violence of any kind. Liam wasn’t right, but he’s human, and it’s well know he can’t control his emotions very well.

Nick is going to the end of it. He will. Maybe!

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #0 to 100 real quick #Lucy is not a good hunter #Liam is tired of it all #Damian doesn't know what the hell he's doing #Nick is now an inspector #Chapter 4 #Part 9

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seriestrash · 5 years ago

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Chapter One

- Banner by the amazing @punzellies -

Summary: TJ Kippen walks through life looking out for number one because nobody else seemed to. When an unlikely friendship sparks new feelings, TJ’s outlook on everything begins to change.

Note: This is an AU. Most of this will be explained in the story but a here’s a quick summary of the main changes: TJ and Cyrus met during the muffin scene but never reconnected after that. The kids are now all in high school. GHC and co. are sophomores whilst Amber and Iris are juniors.

(read on ao3)

Chapter One

Word Count: 1662

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It’s the last day of summer vacation before TJ officially becomes a student at Grant High School. To round off the break in a way that poetically reflects how the summer has gone for TJ, the rain pours down outside.

TJ sits alone at a table situated at the back of The Spoon in a position where he can see everyone in the diner without anyone really noticing him. TJ has his headphones plugged in but with the music low enough that he could still clearly hear everything going on around him. TJ often did this, he liked to be aware but he also wore them because it tended to make people leave him alone.

Even though TJ could hear everything clearly, he still pretends like he didn’t notice his cousin approach the table. It’s not until she forcefully yanks the cord - pulling the headphones from TJ’s ears completely - that he looks up from his phone.

“What do you want, Amber?” TJ grumbles.

“Nice to see you too, cousin.” Amber exaggerates her smile. “I was on my break and I didn’t see you come in.” Amber explains.

“I didn’t think you were working, if I’d known you were, I wouldn't have come in.” TJ exaggerates his smile too, mimicking his cousin.

“Did you come from work?” Amber asks, choosing to ignore TJ’s jerky behaviour.

“No, I wear this for fun.” TJ quips sarcastically as he motions to his Jackson Street Gym t-shirt. “I was walking home but it started raining.”

“Wasn’t your mom picking you up today?” Amber questions, continuing to ignore his snarkiness.

“I guess she forgot me.” TJ shrugs, “That’s been happening a lot lately.”

"Maybe Aunt Tess was just busy,” Amber smiles sympathetically, “I finish work in an hour, want me to drive you home? I could try slip you some free fries while you wait.”

“I don’t want your sympathy fries or your ride home.” TJ rejects grumpily.

“I’m just trying to be nice. No need to be such a jerk about it.” Amber huffs. “Walk home in the rain. See if I care.”

TJ did just that, staunching out of the diner with a huff of his own. Luckily for the teen though, the rain had started to clear up so the walk wasn’t actually too bad. Eventually it stopped completely and the sun even poked through the gray clouds.

With the weather change, TJ decides to walk through the park even though it adds an extra five minutes onto his trip. As TJ is passing the swing set he spots a somewhat familiar face singing a mopey song as he swings.

TJ usually ignored this kind of thing and kept to himself or he’d be the kind of guy to poke fun at it and he kind of does just that when he approaches and comments, “Nice song, what do you sing when you’re on the slide?”

The boy stops swinging and answers with another rhyme, to which TJ can’t help but let out a faint laugh as he hadn’t actually expected him to have a song.

“I know you,” TJ says a little uncertain, “Chocolate, chocolate chip muffin right?”

“And you’re scary basketball guy.” He says with a hint of a smile on his confused face.

TJ’s expression drops, although the boy had said it with a smile it felt like an insult nonetheless. “Actually, TJ.”

“I know. Cyrus.” He points to himself. “I can’t believe you remember the muffin thing, that was like two years ago.”

TJ shrugs it off casually. “Didn’t you move to London or something?”

“It was more in the country.” Cyrus explains, “But basically yeah. I’m back now though. For good.”

“When did you get back?” TJ asks.

“Today.” Cyrus beams.

“And your first stop was the park?” TJ raises a brow.

“Swinging makes me feel better about things.” Cyrus admits.

“You’re not happy to be back?” TJ questions.

“More anxious.” Cyrus explains. “I’m kind of battling with a big decision.”

“Like what shirt you’re going to wear for the first day?” TJ playfully teases.

“Please,” Cyrus coaxes his head with a smirk, “I decided that two weeks ago.”

TJ chuckles but eventually the laughter fades, he looks at Cyrus with a subtly curious expression, “So does it help?” TJ asks. “The swinging?”

“It helps me.” Cyrus nods, “Why don't you try?” He suggests, “It could just be the rain dampened look but you kinda seem like you need it.”

TJ considered just walking away, he had already stayed longer than he planed - which was not at all - but before he even realised what he was doing, TJ took to the swing beside Cyrus.

TJ begins kicking his legs back and forth, the momentum builds and he’s quickly swinging high, a smile building on his face, “Wow, this does kinda make me feel better.”

“I told you,” Cyrus smiles as he swings at a slower pace. “There’s something about feeling like a kid that makes your problems feel not so important. What do you need to feel better about anyway?”

“You don't know me. I got stuff.” TJ swings.

“Betcha I got more stuff.” Cyrus almost jokes.

“Betcha I can swing higher.” TJ challenges.

“I’m afraid to swing high, that’s part of my stuff.” Cyrus admits.

TJ continues to try and bait Cyrus into swinging higher but when the boy continues to reject the idea, TJ jumps off his swing and a childhood game ensues.

“That was exhilarating!” Cyrus exclaims and TJ watches Cyrus’ swing slow with a smile.

“Feel better about your upcoming decision yet?” TJ questions.

“I think so.” Cyrus laughs, “How about you, do you feel better?”

“Yeah. I really do.” TJ smiles, swinging really had made him feel better but acknowledging that out loud again changed TJ’s mood, like a subconscious reminder went off about how he shouldn't feel that way. His expression drops, “I should probably get going.”

“You don’t have to.” Cyrus stops his swinging completely.

“I still have to decide what shirt to wear.” TJ jokes.

“Avoid red.” Cyrus continues the bit, “I find it too angry for a first day.”

TJ lets his laugh taper off, “Thanks for reminding me about swinging.”

“You’re welcome.” Cyrus nods. “See you at school tomorrow, not so scary basketball guy?”

“Sure thing, underdog.” TJ says almost sarcastically and it wasn’t meant in a malicious way, TJ just couldn’t imagine they’d have much reason to be in each others lives after this.

After the swings, TJ makes his way home and on the way it began to lightly rain, getting him all damp again. TJ enters his apartment quietly, gently placing his keys on the hook by the door.

“Teej, is that you?” His mothers voice trails down the hall.

“Yeah, it’s me.” TJ calls back. Silently he wonders what his mom would do if it wasn’t him. The chances of the person at the door -letting themselves in- being someone else were slim, after all it was just the two of them that lived there.

“I’m in the kitchen.” Tess announces.

TJ zips up his still slightly damp jacket and finds his mom as promised, in the kitchen, stacks of boxes scattered about.

“Sweets, you’re all damp.” Tess points out with a confused expression. “Has it been raining today?”

“A bit.” TJ nods casually.

“Where have you been all day?” Tess questions, “You shouldn’t be out in the rain, you can’t afford to get sick with high school just beginning.”

“It’s fine, I was inside.” TJ states.

Realisation crosses over his mothers face and her expression falls to guilt, “I was supposed to pick you up from work.” Tess slaps her palm to her forehead. “Why didn't you call me?”

“I figured you forgot.” TJ shrugs. “It’s okay, I don’t mind walking.”

“Teej, I’m so sorry.” Tess apologises, “I didn’t mean to forget. I got distracted-”

“Packing up our life, I know.” TJ cuts in bitterly.

“Teej,” Tess frowns, “I know you don’t want to move but it’s not like it’s across the country. You’ll still be right here in Shadyside. The house will be bigger and there’s yard space. I’ll make sure you can set up a hoop right in the backyard.”

“I don’t care about a big house or a stupid hoop.” TJ snaps, “This is our home, mom. Our memories are here.”

“Sweets, those memories will always be with you.” Tess soothes, “You don’t need this tiny apartment to keep them alive.”

“You’re right, so why bother keeping half this junk anyway?” TJ angrily pushes a box off the counter and dishes smash in the aftermath.

“TJ!” Tess gasps.

“I’m going to my room.” TJ states.

“Dinner will be here soon, I ordered pizza.” Tess tries to defuse her sons anger.

“I’m not hungry.” TJ grumbles as he leaves his upset looking mother behind him.

TJ retreats into his room tossing his wet jacket and shirt to the side before putting on something dry. Just as he pulls the new sweatshirt over his head he catches a glimpse of something on his desk. It’s a new set of pencils with a post it note attached that reads, ‘love mom’ with a simple stick figure drawing of the two of them. TJ smiles at the gift and basic drawing, he had been needing new pencils for a while now. The thoughtful gift made him feel guilty for being such a jerk to his mother but TJ was stubborn and still angry that he was being forced to move so he stands firm about hiding away in his room for the evening.

TJ flops down at this desk, his unfinished summer reading staring him right in the face but instead of picking up the syllabus, he reaches for his new pencils and his old sketchpad.

The time ticks by and as the sun sets on the final day of summer break, TJ fills the page with a drawing of two boys on a swing.

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End Notes (pls read): Okay just a short little chapter to get us started. The next one is longer, I promise :)

I noted a few changes at the top but here are a couple more changes explained further that were mentioned in the chapter;

- Kippen cousins (kinda):

I am not really a Kippen sibling fan. I like the HC, it’s fun but too far from cannon for me personally. But!! I like the idea of their grumpy dynamic so I’m using it but putting my own spin on it - therefore cousins rather than siblings. (Also not having Amber be his sister works a lot better for this story).

TJ’s mom and Amber’s dad are brother and sister. Amber’s last name is Brown (as some people tag her as such I can’t remember where this last name came from tbh.. I think it was Josh?). TJ’s mom’s maiden name is Brown but TJ is Kippen because of his father. Hope that’s easy enough to follow :)

- Cyrus moved to England

Soon after the muffin escapes and before their on screen swing set scene, Cyrus moved to England. Cyrus attended a fancy boarding school but more on that in future chapters.

Since Cyrus moved away, TJ and him never really bonded fully after the muffin scene. This change will have impacted both their lives (as I’m a firm believer that people impact who we become) so you will see changes - or changes that never happened - with both of them.

OKAY. There will be a few tweaks to canon here and there but you should all be able to follow along each chapter easily enough!!

Now to address, swing set new.0; I wasn’t even going to have TJ and Cyrus re-meet this chapter - I had a sort of different prologue planned but scrapped it - and their re-meet was never planned to be on the swings again but I do believe in fate and the swings really sparked their bond so I wanted to revisit that in my story whilst expanding on it to fit their new character dynamics.

I would like to mention that whilst some parts of my story might include canon tyrus moments reimagined, I won't just be rewriting canon. I plan to incorporate the canon tyrus essence into this story but this story is something new and different. It will not be the tyrus we know but in high school.

SOOOO, that’s a lot more wordy than usual for my end notes! Yikes!

I hope you enjoyed this first instalment! More to come! :) I don’t have a planned posting schedule but I hope to release one chapter a week at least!! So ask about the tag list to keep updated! :)

Please let me know your thoughts, likes, reblogs, replies - they are all welcomed and very much appreciated!

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whoreforfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Late Night Calls (MM Preferences)

Yoosung

Yoosung usually stayed up pretty late playing LOLOL with his guild friends. It annoyed you at times, but you stayed up until he was finished so you guys could chat about how your day went. Right on time, you heard the buzzing of your phone and instantly picked up.

"Hey M/C I just caught the most rare boss monster in the game!!" You smirked because he says every monster is a rare boss monster. You think it was his attempt to impress you.

"Is that right? I knew you could do it! That's my brave warrior," you cooed back at him feeding his ego. His giggle echoed through the phone and played like music in your ears.

"I want you here to play with me. It isn't as fun without you by my side cheering for me. You help me play better." His words made your heart melt. "Can you come over tomorrow? I don't have classes." You nodded vigorously until you realized he couldn't hear you and was still awaiting your response.

"Of course, cutie. Wouldn't miss it for the world." His excited giggles pierced your ears again. Yoosung wasn't much of a casanova or a super good sweet-talker like Zen, but he always found ways to make you feel needed and special.

"I should probably go. I gotta make a snack run to stock up for you tomorrow. I'll go to Seven's and beg him for some Honey Buddha Chips since we both like them."

"You'd share those precious chips with me?" you giggled knowing this was a high compliment coming from Yoosung, "You're total husband material." You could feel him blushing and he tried to comment back, but his stutter got in the way and you couldn't understand him.

"I gotta go now, bye!" the awkward but adorable baby hung up. You smiled with excited thoughts about what was to come tomorrow.

Zen

Zen had some late rehearsals this week. His got his desired role in a new movie called Killer Clowns where he played the main clown. You thought it was creepy and stupid, but he saw it as an opportunity to practice and get out there. Plus, he wasn't used to doing darker horror movies, so it was a good opportunity all around. The downfall of that was, you didn't talk to your boyfriend at all until the late hours of the night. You HATED the drowsy conversations because he was always half-asleep and could never hold a decent conversation. You dealt with it though knowing that this role was important to him. He was a couple minutes later calling than usual, so you decided to dial his number. After a few rings, he picked up.

"Hey babe my beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend. How was your day." His voice was husky and deep and sounded like you just woke him up.

"I'm sorry honey, were you sleeping?" You felt bad knowing that he was constantly exhausted from working.

"I know I haven't been the best boyfriend recently. I would hate if you did this to me too. I just want to prove to you that I am hard-working and I want to make enough money for me to support both of us. So if doing this role can provide some of that, I need to do it," he stated reading your mind.

"I don't hate it, we just don't feel as close as we usually do. I'm missing you more and more each day. I already know you're hard-working honey, you don't need to prove it to me. I am already so insanely proud of you." You tried to raise his spirits since you knew he felt guilty about how little he was talking to you recently.

"That's so like you. Reading my mind knowing exactly what I need to hear. I miss you more than you miss me. I have a billion pictures of you hanging up in my dressing room. I promise after this is all over, I will make it up to you. I would do anything to hold your beautiful face in my hands and give you everything you want and desire. I will be with you soon my love i promise. You know you're the best cheerleader and your support means everything to me. I am forever greatful."

His kind words warmed your heart and made you feel like your sacrifices were being noticed and appreciated. You started to talk again, but his snores cut you off. You decided to let him sleep. You muttered an I love you before heading off to bed.

Jaehee

Bless this girl's soul, she works so much she's been coming home from the office way past normal buisness hours. However, she always made sure she called you before heading off to bed. Never late, she called you at the exact same minute on the dot everyday. Your phone rang and you jumped onto your bed to answer it.

"Hello M/C. How has your day been?" She began the conversation.

"I'm worried about you. All this work can't be healthy and I'm afraid it's going to start taking a toll on you." You didn't answer her question and got straight to the point you wanted to discuss with her.

"I know, but Mr. Han asked and I must listen to him."

"I know you get paid a decent amount, but Jaehee, you could work literally anywhere else and be respected more than you are there."

"I need the money in order for you to move in with me and for me to be able to support us comfortably. I hope you can see that my sacrifices are for the better."

"Jaehee, I don't care about the money. I care about your happiness and well-being above all else. I know you'd feel the same if the roles were reversed." She paused for a moment and didn't answer.

"My love, I am exhausted, but I do understand your point of view. How about we get coffee tomorrow and discuss alternatives. I am not trying to end our conversation short, I simply want to be fully awake when we do discuss this since it is an important matter."

"Yes, that would be lovely." You smiled excited to see the love of your life tomorrow.

"Thank you for always worrying about me and caring about me more than I care about myself. You've been a huge help in my life and I hope one day I will be able to show you how much all your actions helped me."

"Goodnight, Jaehee."

"Goodnight, M/C. I love you."

Jumin

His dad keeps throwing more and more responsiblity at him in the company. You could tell Jumin was stressed, but he never conveyed it. It started out slow, him coming home an hour later, then two hours later, then three. Soon enough, you didn't get to talk to the cooperate heir until the early hours in the morning before he got his few hours sleep before doing it all over again. Jumin told you multiple times not to stay up and wait for him to call since it would be a waste for both of you to lose sleep. However, you still stayed up and called him every night knowing that he secretly appreciated the light conversations you shared.

"Jumin! I missed you!" You decided not to prompt him on work since you could tell he didn't want to talk about it.

"I missed you too M/C. My day was slightly better than usual since my cook decided to create your favorite dish. It reminded me of you and brought a smile to my face."

"Jumin, I know this might not be socially right for me to ask this but, can I come stay with you for a bit? It's very upsetting not being able to stay with you and I think if I were to be at your side for a little more of the day, it could go faster for the both of us." You were nervous to hear his reply. There was a long silence between you two and you became fearful that you said something wrong. He hung up and your fears grew worse. After a couple minutes, he called back.

"Forgive me for that. I have completed the arrangements to have you come over. Assistant Kang will send a car for you tomorrow at 6 AM. I hope you can forgive me on the early hours, I was being greedy and wanted to see you as soon as I wake up. I have alerted the staff that you will be moving in with me."

"Moving in?" You didn't remember asking that.

"Yes, I understand that you only asked to spend some time with me, however regarding my feelings towards you, I feel like having you by my side constantly will enhance my mood even more drastically. If you object, please let me know." He sounded confident, but you knew he was scared that you would say no.

"Of course I'd love to move in with you. I do have one request though."

"Anything."

"Tell the cook not to make breakfast. I want to cook with you in the morning before you head off to work. It'll give us some time to hang out before you have to leave." You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Well, then I have to make a request also."

"Yes?"

"You have to sleep the night in bed with me"

"Is there a specific reason you're requesting this?" You questioned curious to hear his response. You smiled to yourself becoming excited about your life to come.

"Because I am being selfish yet again. I feel my sleeping will improve with you laying between my arms. You make me feel comfortable and put me at peace." His compliment made your cheeks blush.

"I love you, dork."

"I love you too, M/C."

Seven

The Defender of Justice? Getting no sleep? That's all he ever talks about. He tries to joke about it playing it off like it's his duty to protect the justice, but in reality, he misses you more than you can possibly imagine. All his work has been piling up more and more recently and it makes his head spin. All he wants to do is hold you and make jokes and tease Yoosung. But, he can't and it depresses him. He still tried his best to call and keep in touch with you. He watched you constantly on the CCTV, but he knew it wasn't enough for either of you. Sometimes, he'd call every day for a week. Other times, he called once every two weeks. His irregular schedule also stressed you out, but you knew it wasn't going to change so you tried to cope. Today, you were surprised to hear your phone ringing.

"Drum roll please!" He began. You made a drum sound with your mouth, playing along with his little game. "I, 707, the brave defender of internet justice, just put off work yet again to come rescue the princess from her/his sheer boredom!"

"Awww!! My hero!" you cooed back at him.

"If you want to better show your love and affection, blow a big ol' kiss to the security camera outside your door!" You jogged outside, the cold air nipping at your skin. You got on your tip toes and delievered a kiss to your boyfriend. Virtually at least.

"Kyahhhhhhh! Cuteness overload!!! Can't take much more. Going to implode." Seven overexaggerated. You made a mwah sound and he totally lost it.

"Program 707 has stopped working. Over heating. Lack of ventilation. Pure nosebleed central. Please restart by saying the words, Seven! I love you!"

"Seven! I love you!" You giggled while saying it.

"Ahhhhh. My darling 606 has resurrected me. So my little kitten, how was your day today?"

"The usual. Thinking about you. Looking at pictures of you. Wondering how you look so hot in LOLOL cosplay." You knew you were making him blush almost as hard as he made you blush earlier. Your relationship was filled with playful flirting and you loved it.

"Seven," you started back up again being more serious this time, "are you okay? Like, are you safe? You've been getting worse recently and I hate seeing you lose yourself. I need you here, however selfish that may be."

"I know I've been sucky recently, but everyone is counting on me. And would I be your knight in shining armor if I let you and others down? I love you my little shortcake and I am working hard so that this torture will be over for you soon enough."

His attempt at reassuring you was sufficient for now, but you made a mental note to finish talking to him about this later.

"I'll let you get some rest twerp. You know I love you right?"

"Yes, M/C. I love you too my sexy little kitten. I'll try my best to call you tomorrow okay?"

"Don't make promises you can't keep. You won't defend the promise justice that way and I'd have to strip you of your title."

"That would be the ultimate KO for me!! Unimaginable damage! I will call you tomorrow. I love you." And with that, he hung up and you returned to day dreaming about going to a space station with a certain red-headed male.

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derpywritestuff · 6 years ago

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A Scavenger Hunt.

@oddly-tiny-scissors Hello, I am your secret giftee for the Valentine event! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had fun writing it. Thank you for giving such a fun prompt and I hope your Valentine’s day goes wonderfully! Yoosung yawned as he got out of bed, going over to his computer. It was his free day from school, and he was ready to use it for another day of LOLOL action. As he logged on, he saw he had a message from the number one ranking user of the Shooting Star Server. There was a time when the name Hacker God filled Yoosung with rage, as he seemed to always be cheating to keep the number one spot out of Superman Yoosung’s hands, but now, he could not keep the smile off his face when he read that same name. Quickly Yoosung started reading the pm he had got from the other user carefully, it seemed Hacker God had a scavenger hunt planned out for Yoosung and he was more than happy to play along.

“It is I, Hacker God! I have used my talents to find out that my 606 has a free day today, and this is something that I cannot pass up! There is a new legendary item that has just been added to this wonderful game, but alas it has broken into several parts! The only one who can save this item being lost forever is the one and only Superman Yoosung! Are you up to the task? If you accept this quest, head to the area that we all first see when we are born into this word -Hacker God Meow-ut!”

Yoosung Thought for a second as he read Seven’s first clue. His first thought being the main hub where characters spawn into the game, but after a second he realized that was not really the first place you see in the game. Opening up the options tab, Yoosung clicked a button he never thought he would click...the replay tutorial button.

As Yoosung relearned all the basic skills he already had nailed down, he saw something he could have sworn had not been there before...An NPC with a quest marker above it’s head. Walking up to this out of place NPC, he saw it looked like Zen. When he finally got close enough, Yoosung saw there was an interact button. Quickly he clicked on it, knowing full well this had to be what he was searching for.

“Hello, Superman Yoosung. I came here because one of my fans told me about a new item that got added to this game. Thankfully I was able to use my talent to charm this piece of it from an orc that had found it first. Before I can give it to you though, I must make sure you are the real Superman Yoosung with a question. What is Hacker God’s favorite dish that you cook?”

Yoosung watched as a text box appeared on screen, obviously waiting for him to type an answer in. Quickly he typed the word “omurice” into the blank space, smiling as he recalled all the times he had made it for Seven when he stayed over at his bunker. Soon the text box closed, and the Zen NPC had another maker above it’s head, telling Yoosung to talk to him again.

“It seems you are the true Superman Yoosung. I leave this part in your hands, take care of it Superman Yoosung. As for where you must go next, Hacker God has left me with your next clue… Your sack is heavy with all of your loot. From armor, staves, sheilds, and swords. Though what do you do with what you can’t use? Come to the place that has the answer for the next part of this legendary item! - Hacker God Seven Meow-ou...ACHOO.” Oh, I’m sorry Yoosung. It seems I can’t get away from this stupid cat allergy even if I’m in a game. Have fun with your quest though, I should get back to reading my lines for my next play.”

With that, the NPC became noninteractive, and Yoosung started to focus on his next clue. This one was harder than the last...you could after all throw any items that you didn’t want away after all. After a few moments though, Yoosung had figured it out. He was ready to head to one of the most populated areas in any server…the market.

As Yoosung got to the market, he saw the other payers trading their goods, buying upgraded gear and skins from NPC’s, and the occasional player begging for gold as he as new to the game… or just trying to scam some people. Soon enough he saw another quest icon in the flood of people, leading to an NPC who looked exactly like Jumin. Just like before, As Yoosung accepted the quest, this Jumin NPC started talking.

“Ah hello Superman Yoosung, it seems you have been able to figure out Hacker God’s second riddle. I have to say, he has led us to a very interesting place. There are so many economic systems going on in one place, from a free-market system all the way to a barter one. I should have Assistant. Kang write a report on how such a place could remain economically stable. First, however, there is something we must discuss. I was able to get this part of a legendary item for a reasonable price from a vendor at this market and I need to make sure to sell it again for a reasonable price. The thing I’m interested in though is information. Answer this one question I have and this piece is yours. With that being said, here is your question...What is the best way to spend a weekend?”

Again another text box appeared, and Yoosung was quick to type “playing LOLOL” into the text box before deleting it. Playing LOLOL was fun, sure, but that wasn’t the reason it was fun to him. Every weekend, he would always make sure to go over to Seven’s place and do some form of activity with him. These activities would consist of, playing LOLOL with each other, snuggling on the couch with junk food and a movie, a late night drive to watch the stars or trying to teach Seven how to cook...while Seven tried to find ways of sneaking HBC and PHD. Pepper into everything. After deleting his last message, Yoosung quickly replaced it with “Spending time with Hacker God” as that was the true answer to this question. After he hit enter, the quest icon above Jumin’s head reappeared and Yoosung interacted with him again.

“That seems like a reasonable answer and a good piece of information for our trade. I will keep my end of the deal just as you kept yours, take care of this second piece... Ah yes, before you head out, it seems I was also programmed to give you another clue before you head out ahem… “You are so close my 606, only one more piece to go! Listen to my last riddle, and you will finally claim your prize! When mobs are boring and bosses are beaten, there is only one enemy left while you wait for the next in game update. Go to the place that symbolizes this notion for the last piece will be waiting for you! -Hacker God Meow-ut!” ...Hmm, cute, it seems like hacker god even added a cat pun in his riddle. I must be going Yoosung as I have a very important meeting with an elf prince to start selling his kingdom’s bows in this very market. Good luck on your quest and I hope the outcome is favorable for you.”

Again, like with the Zen NPC, this Jumin NPC became non-interactive when he got this last riddle. He knew what this riddle was talking about right away as the second ranked user in the shooting star server. The only enemy left after completing everything this game had to offer could only be other players, as many had tried to challenge him in PVP to get higher up on the leaderboard. There was one place where PVP was known to happen more than any other place in LOLOL, and that was the arena. With that in mind, Yoosung headed out from the market to where he was sure the next part of this legendary item was waiting for him.

As Yoosung got to the area, he was suddenly spamed by PVP requests from those who wanted to take down the mighty Superman Yoosung, and even though he was tempted to take them down, he kept declining and looking for the one NPC he was sure would be here. Finally, after a few minutes of wading through players, Yoosung found the Jaehee NPC waiting for him with a request marker. Just as he did the last two times, he walked to her and initiated the quest.

“Ah hello Superman Yoosung, I’m glad you have made it. It was getting tiring watching all these people try and fight... their form is very wrong. That being said, we should wrap this up quickly...Mr. Han has just given me a new project to work on, and there's a lot of paperwork to fill out. I was hoping to maybe sit down and watch one of Zen’s plays after this...but it seems that will have to wait another time. sigh for now I guess I should focus on the task at hand and give you your last piece of this legendary item. I’m sure you know how this process works by now so, Superman Yoosung, here is your final question from Hacker God… Will you meet me at the space station?”

Unlike the past questions, there was no box to fill in this time. In its place was a simple multiple-choice question with “Yes” and “No” buttons clearly labeled. The question was an interesting one since Seven joked about a space station all the time in chatrooms, but if it meant he could spend time with Seven...he knew the answer. Clicking on the “Yes” button, Yoosung saw the quest marker he was expecting to see above Jaehee’s head and read what she had to say next.

“It seems you were able to understand Hacker God’s... interesting way of speaking more than I could, here is the last Piece of the legendary item Superman Yoosung. I hope you like whatever Hacker God has planned for you, however I’m sure you will if you have made it this far. I must be going now, as I said before I have a mountain of paperwork I must go through before Mr.Han asks me to watch over his cat again.”

With that the third piece of the legendary item. For a split second Yoosung wondered why he didn’t get another riddle to solve when another popup told him he had another new item in his inventory. It seemed that when all three legendary pieces were put into his inventory, they combined inside to a new key item...a teleporter. Most teleporters where a one time use item to fast travel to any destination or player on the map, but this one was different. When he clicked on it, there was only one destination this item could teleport him too, “The space station.”...a place that he had never heard of in LOLOL before. Remembering the last question the Jaehee NPC told him, Yoosung clicked the use button and the screen became dark as it was loading in the new area.

“My 606! You made it to the space station!” Yoosung heard as the map loaded in. “Seven? Where are we?” Yoosung asked back after turning on his voice chat, looking around this new area. Like he thought, this was not a normal in game area. The inside was metal and sleek, like this map came right out of a si-fi film. The walls were lined with windows that looked out into the vast space that was set up while little stars sparkled about. Planets and moons of varying color and size danced around each other and Yoosung could not help but stare at the sight for a few seconds. As Yoosung moved deeper into the map, he finally saw the avatar he was hoping to find by the end of this, Hacker God. “Seven! What is this place...I didn’t even know something like this was in the game!” Yoosung said, walking closer to Seven. “Well my Superman Yoosung, that would be because it technically doesn’t belong in the game. You and I are the only ones who know of this places existence.” The cheerful voice of Seven responded.”Wait, so you hacked into LOLOL’s code...to create an entirely new map?” Yoosung’s confused voice asked next.“That I did!” Seven exclaimed before letting his voice get softer. “I always told you we would meet at the space station, didn’t I? Even if we can’t do that in person, at least not yet, I can at least do that here. I know you are going to tell me I didn’t have to put the work into making this, and I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. This is our place, away from my work, your school, the RFA, and anything else we need to get away from for a bit. This is our place...our space station.” Seven finished. “I...I..” Yoosung started, tears filling his eyes as he was about to break down. Nobody had ever put this much thought into something for him...“ I... don’t what to say...what I can to repay you.” Yoosung finished, unable to find the right words to express the happiness he felt. “You don’t need to repay me, Yoosung.” Seven’s soft voice spoke up again. “Just promise to stay with me in the space station.” He finished. “I love you Seven.” “I love you too, my 606.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #Yoosung Kim #seven x yoosung #mysmevalentinesdayexchange #valentines event

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xshadowmonx · 6 years ago

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I saw this and I thought it be fun to start getting my Tumblr up and running ahha

1. What’s your name?

“My Name is Akano Mamoru and don’t you forget it haha!”

2. Do you know why you were named that?

*Akano pauses and starts thinking for a moment*

“To be honest, I have no idea why my creator would call me that name... Hey! Creator dude! Why did you give me this name?!”

*No response*

“I guess he doesn’t know either....”

3. Single or Taken? If you are taken, who is it and can they join us in our questionnaire?

“Oh yeah I’m taken, sorry ladies, but this guy is dating the best girl in this world and her name is-“

*Nejire jumps in* “JOHN CENA!”

*John Cena theme plays in the background*

Akano: “Isn’t she the best?❤️

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Akano: “Oh hell yeah! My quirk is called retaliation! Any damage I take helps boost me up in strength. However, the a percentage of damage I could take makes my eye color change as well.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue!

Akano: “Who the hell is Mary Sue?”

Nejire: “No babe. A Mary Sue means seemingly perfect fictional character that can usually perform better at tasks than should be possible given the amount of training or experience, and usually are able through some means to upstage the main protagonist of an established fictional setting, such as by saving the hero.”

Akano: “Did you pull that off of Wikipedia?”

Nejire: “Yup!” *Smiles happily*

Akano: “You are so cute, and to answer that, well it ain’t my fault I’m the best and perfect character you’ll ever meet.”

Nejire: “Says the one who still doesn’t know how to do laundry and clean the dishes.”

Akano: “But it’s so boooooooring ughh.”

6. What’s your eye color?

Akano: “My eyes are brown, but like I mentioned before they can change depending on the amount of damage I take.”

7. How about hair color?

Akano: “Red! Like my power and bloodthirsty rage for victory!”

Nejire: “Hehe more like a hot headed child at times.”

Akano: “Hey! I’m not a child.” *crosses his arms and pouts*

8. Have any family members?

Akano: “Well... I have my Mom. Oh I have my Uncle Aizawa, but he isn’t really my uncle though. It’s a long complicated story.”

*Mirio in the back* “Hey! Don’t forget us bro!”

Akano: “Oh yeah! Nejire, Mirio, and Tamaki are like family to me, and I’ll defend them with my life.”

9. Oh how about pets?

Akano: “Well... no not really haha, least that I know of. I think we have a cat, but I know my creator has a dog.”

Nejire: “Ooooo! I wanna see it!”

Akano: “I’ll show you later, it’s super cute!”

10. That’s cool I guess, Now tell me something you don’t like.

Akano: “I don’t like waffles.”

Nejire: *coughs* “Liar.” *coughs*

Akano: “Ok fine. I honestly hate drama and I hate manipulative people. Oh I also hate losing.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Akano: “I love training, fighting, and writing. I love watching Anime and reading as well, but the number one thing I love doing the most is cooking pancakes!”

Nejire: “I love Akano’s Pancakes! They are so good!”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Akano: “Of course! I kick people’s ass all the time!”

Nejire: “Yeah... after they beat you up.”

Akano: “Well... you aren’t wrong.”

13. Ever... killed anyone?

*Both stayed quiet and confused*

Both: “Thank you, Next!”

*Both look at each other*

Both: “Ayyyyy!” *High fives each other*

14. What kind of animal are you?

Akano: “I am a bear! I’m hella grizzly and strong!”

Nejire: “And He is so fluffy and soft to cuddle with hehe.”

*Akano blushes intensely and looks away for a moment*

15. Name your worst weakness

Akano: “Well... my worst weakness is my own quirk’s drawback. You see after taking so much damage I store up a lot of energy from them. However, after that energy runs out, I take all the pain I got and it’s either double, tripled, or hell even quadrupled in pain. Which means I could end up immobilized for a while or I’ll be passed out if I use up to much. There is another factor to it all. Depending on how long I use the power, whether it’s 2 minutes or 1 hour, it will be the indication of how intense the pain will be, so if it’s 2 minutes, the pain is spiked up to the max and will last all 2 minutes, but if an hour then the pain ain’t as bad as the 2 minutes. You feel me?”

*Nejire eyes widen with amazement*

16. Do you look up to anyone?

Akano: “Normally I’d say All Might like many others, but there was this hero my Mom would tell me about. Her name is Nana Shimura, and there was this one quote she would say... ‘In this world, the ones who are smiling are the strongest.’ I don’t know where she heard that, but man... that quote was forever embedded in my mind and became my motivation to keep smiling even through the worst of situations.” *Showing off a big smile*

*Nejire shows of a big smile too with delight*

17. Are you Straight, Gay, or Bi?

*Akano and Nejire look at each other and then back at the guy*

Akano: “I’m gay for Mirio and Tamaki.”

*Mirio in the back* “Hell Yeah!”

Akano: “But in all seriousness, I’m straight.”

Nejire: “Hi Straight! I’m dad!” *Starts giggling*

Akano: “Babe... really? Dad jokes? THAT’S MY THING!”

18. Do you go to school?

Akano: “Yup! Third year at U.A high with Her and my two other friends.” *points to Tamaki and Mirio*

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

*Akano blushes and looks at Nejire as she takes his hand, smiling at him*

Akano: “One day.”

*Mirio in the back* “Awwwwwwww! I ship these two so hard!”

*Akano and Nejire blush and start laughing*

20. Do you have Fanboys/Fangirls?

Akano: “You know, I would never imagine me of all people to have fans at all. Frankly, I don’t even see them as fans. I see them as friends and close companions that I am truly blessed to have met them. If you guys are reading this, just know I’m blessed and happy to have met you.”

21. What are you most afraid of?

Akano: “I’m scared... of being forgotten. I’m scared to lose everything I have worked for and been brought up with. I love everyone and everything I had met or achieved, so I’m afraid to lose em all.”

*Tightens grip of Nejire’s hand*

22. What do you usually wear?

“Anything comfortable really. From sweats and T-shirt to a suit, but I never EVER forget my headband!” *points to the headband*

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Akano: “Pancakes.”

24. Am I annoying you?

Akano: “Nope! This is actually pretty fun haha especially with the 3 most important people here.”

*Mirio in the back* “He is talking about us! Woohoo!”

25. Well, it’s not over.

Akano: “Let’s get this bread then!”

26. What class are you in? (Low class, Middle class, high class)

Akano: “I’m in class 3-B

Nejire: “Me too!”

*Awkward silence*

27. How many friends do you have?

Akano: “I have too much to count, but they know who they are and how important they are to me.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Akano: “Its hella yummy!”

Nejire: “Oooo I love pie!”

29. Favorite drink?

Akano: “I love Jasmin tea.”

Nejire: “Me too! I forgot I got you into it.”

Akano: “It works so well for my stamina!”

30. What’s your favorite place?

Akano: “My bed.”

31. Are interested in anyone?~

*Akano and Nejire look at each other*

Both: “I’m interested in him/her.” *Pointing to each other*

32. That was a stupid question.

Akano: “Naaaaah reeeeseally? I had no idea.”

Nejire: “Babe be nice!” *smacks Akano on the back of his head*

Akano: “Ow! That hurt!”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or an ocean?

Akano: “I’d rather swim in a lake. I heard there are monsters in the ocean.”

Nejire: “What about the Loch Ness monster? That lives in a lake.”

Akano: “Well Yeah, in Loch Ness up in Scotland.”

Nejire: “Ooooooh.”

34. What’s your type?

*Akano points to her*

Akano: “Any and everything about her.”

*Nejire blushes and starts laughing*

35. Any fetishes?

Akano: “Nejire Hado. Her butt, her boobs, her thighs, and especially her-“

*Nejire smacks Akano’s head* “Akano!”

Akano: “Ow! Hey! I was just gonna say your personality.”

Nejire: “O-oh... sorry.”

36. Camping or Indoors?

Akano: “Honestly, both. I love the outdoors and indoors all the same.”

37. Are you a gamer? If so, what’s your favorite video game?

Akano: “Big time, and my favorite game is both Monster Hunter and For Honor.

38. On a scale of 1 to 10, how do you view yourself on your appearance?

Akano: “I say personally a 6 or a 7.”

Nejire: “There are a lot of girls who drool over you babe.”

Akano: “Wait really? I didn’t even notice.”

39. Alright we are almost done here, just one more question.

Akano: “Aww man so soon? Well it was fun while it lasted. Hit me with that last question.”

40. Are you a virgin?

*Akano turns red a bit*

Akano: “Well umm.... yes.”

Nejire: “He so pure hehe.”

41. Well that is all the time we have for today, thank you so much for your time and thank you for answering all these questions.

Well I hope you all liked reading it haha

Art by: https://www.facebook.com/miconomicon/

#questions #MHA #OC #Akano #Mamoru #Nejire #Hadou #Mirio #Togata #Tamaki #Amajiki #fun #questionaire

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you-never-liked-this-sweater · 7 years ago

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Okay so I've seen stories about this for treebros but I haven't found a reader x connor story like this. So yeah anyway i want to request a story like groundhog day where reader is trapped in a loop during the first day of school and has to try and stop connor from killing himself. if you could write that for me i would love you forever!

Here you go! It’s a little longer than my usual stories so it’s a bit of a read, but I hope you like it!

Connor Murphy x Reader: Not Again

Word Count: 9302

Summary:Reader wakes up the morning of their first day of senior year, and finds themself stuck in a time loop and the only way to break the cycle is to save Connor Murphy.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of suicide

Your alarmblared and you groggily reached out from under your covers for your phone,slapping your hand around on the nightstand until you found it. After switchingoff the alarm you pulled yourself out of bed and walked to your closet. Youpicked out a loose shirt featuring one of your favourite musicals, a light bluehoodie and some jeans. As you were getting dressed you heard your mother callfor you from the kitchen, “Honey, breakfast is ready!”

You quicklypulled on your clothes, you grabbed your bookbag off your desk chair andhurried downstairs.

Your motherwas busying herself at the sink, doing up some dishes as she smiled at you overher shoulder, “First day of senior year! Are you excited?”

“Soexcited,” You said, trying to feign enthusiasm for your mother in hopes thatshe wouldn’t pressure you to talk about your school life further. Sitting downat the island in the kitchen, you pulled your breakfast toward you whichconsisted of eggs, bacon, bread, muffins, and an assortment of other foods. Yourmother rarely made you large breakfasts like this since you didn’t eat much inthe morning, but it was a sweet gesture for your first day of school. You ateas much as you could before you slid out of your seat, pulling your bag uparound your shoulder, “The bus is coming soon so I should get going. Thanks forbreakfast.”

“Have agreat day at school!” She called as you walked towards the front door, pullingon your shoes before you walk outside towards the bus stop.

When youmade it to the end of your driveway, you saw a familiar face waiting at yourbus stop. You smiled at him as you approached, “Jared, hey.”

“Y/N!What’s crackalackin?” Jared grins, turning to you as the bus approached.

“Mom mademe one of those giant breakfasts again. You know, the ones that I can neverfinish?” You say, readying yourself mentally for the noisy bus ride to school.

“I don’tknow why you hate it when she does that. Breakfast is in fact the mostimportant meal of the day,” Jared says, looking up at the bus as it pulled up besidethe two of you.

You bothclimbed up onto the bus, taking your usual seats at the very back of the bus oneither side of the emergency door. You looked at him as you settled into yourseat, “I thought you had a car now. Not driving to school?”

“My dad isgetting it painted for me,” He says, tossing his bookbag onto the seat besidehim, “It was supposed to be ready for today but it’s still in the shop so…”

“Oh,” Yousay, looking out the window of the bus as you pulled away from your stop, “Whatcolour?”

“A nicepepe green,” He says, a thoughtful smile on his face.

“You meanthat stupid frog meme? Really, Jared?” You shook your head and shared a laugh.

The bus ride was relatively normal, a mixtureof high school and junior high kids clashing, yelling, the throwing of papersand items over seats. As usual, you tried to tune it out, instead listening toJared drone on about the latest conspiracy theories him and his internetbuddies cooked up over the summer.

As the busfinally pulled up to the school Jared nudged your foot with his, making youlook up at him. He flashed you a smile that you knew all too well as hegestured at the back door, “Do you think I could open the emergency door androll out before the bus driver catches me?”

“Do youreally want to get detention on the first day, Jared?” Your laughter bubbledover as you stood up in your seat and filed off the bus with the rest of thestudents.

“You’reright, too risky. Maybe I could attempt my escape plan on the last day ofschool? Then I’d have nothing to lose,” Jared says, staring off into thedistance before looking back to you, tapping you on your shoulder, “Anyway, I’mgonna go find Evan. Catch you later?”

“Sure,” Yousay, watching him rush off down the sidewalk to where Evan’s bus would be droppinghim off. You pulled your bag up closer to you as you began walking inside ofthe building towards the main office so that you could figure out who yourhomeroom teacher would be for the year. The names and homerooms were posted onthe walls outside the front office and you took your time finding your name.Ms. Donahue in room 218. You made a mental note of your homeroom before youbegan making your way there to get your schedule for the first semester. As youwalked, you noticed Connor Murphy walking absentmindedly down the hall in yourdirection, his long dark curls framing his face. He looked nice with long hair,you noted to yourself, smiling slightly as he passed you.

You lookedup and noticed Jared and Evan standing a few feet ahead of you. Jared wasstaring past you, a large grin on his face, “Hey Connor, loving the new hairlength! Very ‘school-shooter’ chic.”

Jared’swords made your entire body stiffen. You peeked down the hall where Connor wasstanding, staring directly at Jared in a look of contempt.

“I wasjust…kidding,” Jared says, visibly uncomfortable with his sour the mood hadturned, “It was a joke.”

“Yeah, no,it was funny. I’m laughing, can’t you tell,” Connor said, voice monotone beforehe leaned toward Jared slightly, eyes narrowing in annoyance, “Am I notlaughing hard enough for you?”

Jared’snose turned up as a scoffed, dismissing Connor as he turned off down thehallway, “You’re such a freak.”

A silenceswept through the hallway and you looked between Connor and Evan uneasily. Evanrubbed his arm and let out a nervous chuckle, shaky as he glanced up at you.

Connor wentrigid at the noise and his eyes snapped to Evan, “What the fuck are youlaughing at?”

Evan lookedto him in confusion, “What?”

The tallerboy stepped toward him, anger rising, “Stop fucking laughing at me!”

Evan lookedat his hands, picking at the hem of his shirt as he looked back up at Connor, “What?I’m not-”

Connor wasfuming at this point, “You think I’m a freak?”

“N-No- no,I don’t-” Evan starting shrinking back slightly, eyes widening.

He walkedto Evan rapidly, “I’m not the freak!”

“But Iwasn’t laughing-” Evan held up his hands in defense.

“You’re thefucking freak!” Connor shoved Evan to the ground as he rushed past him, headingoff to some random location. As soon as Evan hit the ground you were pulledfrom your stupor and hurried to his side.

“Are youokay?” You held out a hand to him and he took it carefully, pulling himself tohis feet as he used you for support.

“I’m fine,”He muttered, looking down at his hands.

“Hey, I’msorry about my brother!” You looked over to see Zoe murphy approaching quickly,eyes wide with worry, “I saw him push you, he’s a psychopath…”

Evan lookedup at her like a deer caught in headlights, unable to say a word.

“Evan, right?”She asked, watching him curiously.

You pulledyour bag close to yourself and hurried off down the hallway toward yourhomeroom, not wanting to get tangled up in someone else’s drama.

When you reached your homeroom, you saw Connor sitting at theback, leaning his head against the window. You quickly averted your eyes,hoping to not get on his bad side as you sat down at the front of the room asfar away from him as possible. You tried to tune out the speech the teachergave about school rules and safety protocols in case of fires, lockdowns orearthquakes. Your classes consisted of teachers that didn’t really care, tryingto get to know their students for the year through ‘team building exercises’.

But luckily the day ended just as fast as it had begun andyou found yourself walking to the front of the school to get on your bus. Asyou passed the computer lab you heard the tail end of a conversation, loudvoices nearly screaming at each other inside. Suddenly Connor pushed open the door of the lab, eyes burning withtears, a paper crumpled up in the palm of his hand, “Fuck you!”

Evan was rushing after him, hands outstretched desperately, “No,no-n-no, I need that back, so please- can you just- can you please give itback!?”

You didn’t know what was happening and quickly sped after themout the side door of the school towards the student parking lot. When you madeit out the door you say Connor driving away and Evan stood frozen in the middleof the parking lot, staring after him. You moved to him quickly, “Evan, whathappened?”

He just shook his head and walked away, clearly not in themood to talk to anyone as he hurried and got onto his bus. You watched him gobefore you looked in the direction Connor had driven off in, your browfurrowing in concern. Slowly you made you way to your bus and got onto it,moving to your seat at the back and settling into the familiar cushioning.

Jared was already in his seat, digging through his bag. Whenhe noticed you, he perked up and whipped out a paper from his bag, visiblydistressed about it, “Mr. Harris assigned a paper on the first day back! Canyou believe this shit?”

“You’re in advanced English, Jared. I honestly expectednothing less,” You tried to smile, but you were still thinking about the tenseexchange between Evan and Connor.

Jared didn’t seem to notice and continued prattling on abouthow unfair the school system was. Then somehow the conversation moved toMandela effects and Jared talked about the name of a family of bears for asolid thirty minutes.

When the bus pulled up to your stop, you hopped up from youseat faster than Jared, and sped off the bus, in a hurry to just get home. Yousent him a smile over your shoulder as you ran up to your house, “I’ll see youtomorrow?”

“I’ll drive you to school!” He called after you, giving awave, “I’ll pick you up at 7:45. Don’t keep me waiting or I’ll leave withoutyou.”

You rolled your eyes and made your way up to your house,opening the unlocked door and hurrying up the stairs to your bedroom. As youclosed your bedroom door and tossed your bag to the side you heard your motherdownstairs calling for you.

Instead of laying down like you had planned, you moved backto your bedroom door and opened it, stepping out into the hallway to see yourmother at the bottom of the stairs, “How was your first day at school?”

“It was okay…” You say with a shrug, not wanting to mentionthe fight you’d witnessed.

“Oh, is there anything special you want for supper tonight?”She asked, her smile turning into a small frown, “Your father won’t be joiningus so I’ll save the roast for another night.”

“Dad’s not coming for supper?” Your brow furrowed inconfusion, knowing he only had a shift at the hospital until four today.

Your mother sighed, putting her hands on her hips as shelooked away from you, “A boy was rushed to the ER and your father decided tostay and help.”

“That’s awful…” Your brow furrowed as you stared at her, aknot forming in your stomach, “Was it really bad enough that dad needed to help?”

Your mother looked like she didn’t want to discuss it withyou and brushed out her shirt gently, “Your father is friends with the boy’sfather and Larry wanted to know that his son would be in good hands.”

You went pale, freezing at the top of the stairs. Very slowlyyou asked, “Larry…Murphy?”

Your mother nodded slowly and looked up at you, “I know thatConnor goes to your school. I wasn’t sure if you knew him or not…”

“What happened?” You asked quickly, “Is he going to be okay?”

“I don’t know more than that, dear,” She nibbled her lip,“Your father only called to let me know he would be home late and told me thatthe Murphys had brought Connor in. I can tell you as soon as I find anythingout, alright?” She tried to be reassuring but nothing like this had everhappened before and she seemed unsure as to how to handle the situation.

You numbly walked into your room, mind racing as you thoughtabout how you had just saw Connor about an hour ago. He looked so upset inthose moments that you began to suspect what happened. You looked at yourlaptop which was sitting on your desk, moving to it to ask Evan what hadhappened between him and Connor in the computer lab. As you sat down at yourdesk, you saw the time in big numbers at the top of the screen change to4:30pm.

Yousucked in a sharp breath, jolting upright in your bed as you alarm startedblaring beside you. You quickly switched it off, heart still hammering in your chest as yourmind raced to recall every detail of what had just occurred. You glanced downat your phone, still gripped in your hand and saw the date. It was the firstday of school. It wasn’t real.

Youcollapsed back onto your bed and flung an arm over your eyes, trying to calmyour racing heart. Everything seemed so vivid, so real…

“Honey,breakfast is ready!”

Yourentire body stiffened in your bed, the familiar sentence from your dream makingyou jolt. You shook it off and slipped out of bed, grabbing your outfit for theday before you got dressed and grabbed your bag off your chair, hurryingdownstairs to the kitchen.

Youfound your mother over the sink, doing dishes calmly before she smiled over hershoulder at you, “First day of senior year! Are you excited?”

Youstared at her, your dream still fresh in your mind as you sat at the table andlooked down at your breakfast. The same eggs, bacon, toast and muffins from yourdream covered the table. You felt sick and slowly pushed back the food fromyour spot at the table, “Sorry, I’m just feeling a little off today. I thinkI’m just going to head to the bus stop early today. I’ll see you after school…”

“Have a great day at school!” Your mothercalled after you as you hurried out the door and towards the bus stop.

Whenyou got outside, you could see Jared at the foot of your driveway, waitingpatiently for the bus. You slowly opened your mouth, “Hi, Jared…”

“Y/N!What’s crackalackin?” Jared grins, turning to face you happily.

Theunusual greeting from your dream once again took you off guard and the wholething started to seem weirder and weirder. You looked down the road for the busbefore looking back to Jared, “I’ve been having the weirdest morning…”

“Oh?”He asked, eyebrows popping up curiously.

As youstared at him, you knew how wild his mind can get and if you told him aboutyour dream, you would just be enabling him. Especially since this whole thingwas likely just a coincidence. You shook your head as the bus began pulling upbeside you, “It’s nothing. I just…I expected you to drive your car to schooltoday.”

“My dadis getting it painted for me,” Jared says as he hops onto the bus, moving tothe back with you like usual before he flops into his seat, “It was supposed tobe ready for today but it’s still in the shop so…”

Yourbrow furrowed and you looked over at him, slowly asking, “Pepe green, right?”

“Yeah,how’d you know?” He quirks a smile.

“Just aguess…” You trail off, looking out the window at the passing houses, wonderingif maybe you were going crazy. When your bus finally reached the school, Jarednudged your foot with his, and you looked up at him to see him gesturingtowards the door. Before he could say anything, you cut in, “You’re not rollingout of the back of the bus, Jared.”

Yourwords caught him off guard but he shook his head, a grin forming on his face,“You know me way too well, Y/N.” The two of you got up from your seats andfiled off he bus with the other students. “In any case, you’re right, toorisky. Maybe I could attempt my escape plan on the last day of school? Then I’dhave nothing to lose,” Jared says, pausing a moment before tapping you on yourshoulder, “Anyway, I’m gonna go find Evan. Catch you later?”

“Sure,”You say quietly, watching him run off in the same direction he had in yourdream. Trying to brush everything off so far as a coincidence, you made yourway to the lobby of the school in hopes of finding out who your homeroomteacher was so that you could at least hide in the classroom for a while untilclasses started. When you got to the papers posted outside the main office,your eyes scanned them until they landed on your name. You followed your nameoff to the side and you felt your stomach churn at the sight of the homeroom.

Ms.Donahue in room 218.

Thesame homeroom you were assigned to in your dream. You finally came to theconclusion that maybe you were goinginsane and you were just hallucinating the day over and over again. As youturned to go to your classroom, you saw Connor heading towards you. Despite notknowing him, you felt relief in knowing that he was okay. Hesitantly, youreached out to him, getting his attention, “Connor, hi.”

He seemeda little confused as to why you were talking to him, brow furrowed, “Since whendo you talk to me?”

“Sorry,I just noticed that we were in the same homeroom,” You say quickly, “Ms.Donahue in room 218.”

“Great.I don’t have to check it myself. Thanks,” He says in a monotone voice before heturns on his heels and begins walking towards the classroom. That’s when Jarednotices the two of you, a large grin on his face. You felt your heart stop amoment before the words even came out of his mouth.

“Hey Connor,loving the new hair length! Very ‘school-shooter’ chic.” A beat passes. Thatsame uncomfortable amount of uncomfortable silence from your dream, “I wasjust…kidding. It was a joke.”

“Yeah,no, it was funny. I’m laughing, can’t you tell,” Connor said before his voiceraised angrily, “Am I not laughing hard enough for you?”

Onceagain, Jared dismissed him, waving a hand at him as he turned and walked away,“You’re such a freak.”

Evanseemed just as uncomfortable as the last time you had witnessed the event, andhe let out that same nervous chuckle.

“Whatthe fuck are you laughing at?”

“What?”Evan looked to Connor in confusion.

Youwatched as Connor’s anger rose, “Stop fucking laughing at me!”

Evanwas fidgeting now, retreating backwards slightly, “What? I’m not-”

“Youthink I’m a freak?”

“N-No-no, I don’t-”

“I’m not the freak!”

“But Iwasn’t laughing-”

“You’rethe fucking freak!”

Insteadof rushing to Evan’s side, you quickly followed Connor, glancing back to seeZoe hurrying to Evan’s side just like before. “Hey, I’m sorry about my brother!I saw him push you, he’s a psychopath…”

Youlooked back ahead of you and made your way to your homeroom where you assumedConnor would be. Just like in your dream, you found Connor sitting at the back,leaning his head against the window. Hesitantly, you walked over to him,sitting down beside him. Before you could open your mouth to speak he cut youoff, “Go bother someone else.”

Yourface flushed and you looked away before you slowly looked back to him, “I um…Idon’t think you’re a freak.”

Connorlet out a snort, as if he thought the statement was funny, before he turned tolook at you, “You’d be the first.”

After amoment you smiled gently, “I’m Y/N.”

“Iknow.” He says, looking back out the window, “We’ve been in the same homeroomsince seventh grade.”

Youquickly spoke up, “I-I know, I just wasn’t sure if you knew because we’ve nevertalked before.”

“Iwonder why,” He grumbles, closing his eyes as if trying to tune you out.

Slowlyyou looked back to the front of the classroom and slumped in your chair. Once again,the familiar speech the teacher gave about school rules and safety protocols incase of fires, lockdowns or earthquakes came from the teacher’s mouth. Yourfollowing classes throughout the day were exactly the same as the dream youhad, which seemed more and more likely to not be a dream. And when the dayended and you headed down the hallway to get on your bus, you heard the sameangry conversation from the computer lab. Once again Connor pushed open thedoor of the lab, tears in his eyes, paper in hand, “Fuck you!”

Evanfollowed him closely, “No, no-n-no, I need that back, so please- can you just-can you please give it back!?”

Youfollowed them like the time before, leaving the school to see Connor fleeing inhis car and Evan standing broken in the middle of the parking lot. Youhesitantly made your way to the bus and got on, trying your best to ignore thepeople around you as you sat down in your seat, including Jared who noticed youthe instant you sat down.

You putin your headphones and tried to drown out the voices, closing your eyes as yourode out the bus ride in your own little bubble. When the bus finally pulled upto your stop, you got out of your seat and walked to your house, trying to get insideas fast as you could.

Themoment you got into your house, you stopped in the front room, shoes still onyour feet. Slowly, you walked into the kitchen where your mother was hanging upthe phone. Before she could say anything, you spoke up, “Did something happenwith dad at work today?”

Shelooked to you in shock before slowly speaking, “Yes, how did you know?”

“Whathappened?” You asked, fingers gripping your bag’s strap nervously, anticipatingthe words that you knew would come.

“A boywas rushed to the ER and your father decided to stay and help,” You mothersays, obviously uncomfortable talking about the situation.

You letout a breath, eyes closing, “Was it Connor?”

“…Howdid you know?” She asks quietly, brow furrowing in confusion.

Youshook your head and turned away from her, “I’m not hungry. You can makewhatever you want for supper.”

“Areyou okay, dear? I know that Connor goes to your school. I wasn’t sure if youknew him or not…” She said, calling after you.

“I’m fine,” You say back, but your mind was reeling atthis point and you were most definitely not fine. You pushed open yourbedroom door and rushed inside, eyes scanning over your room before they landedon your laptop. You tossed your schoolbag beside your desk as you sat down,opening up your computer as your eyes locked on the time displayed at the topof the screen. Slowly you watched the time change to 4:30pm.

Youreyes flashed open to the sound of your alarm and you got out of bed and shutoff the alarm instantly, running your hands back through your hair as you beganpacing in your room. Evidently this wasn’t a dream and you were somehow relivingthe same day over and over again. You quickly got dressed and grabbed your bag,running downstairs and into the front room, pulling your shoes on. You stuckyour head through the doorway of the kitchen, “Sorry, Mom, not feelingbreakfast today, I’m gonna head to Jared’s.”

“Alright,dear. Have a great day at school!” She called after you as you left the house,door closing behind you.

Quicklyyou began the trek down your driveway and over a house to Jared’s. You walkedup to the door and knocked quickly, impatiently waiting for a response. Youheard shuffling inside and Jared opened the door, wearing the same outfit hehad been wearing the last two loops through the day.

“Y/N!What’s crackalackin?” Jared lights up when he realizes it’s you at the door.

“Whatdo you know about time loops?” You cut to the chase instantly.

“Timeloops?” He asked, brow furrowing.

“Like…aday repeating over and over again?” You asked, trying to explain what youmeant.

Jaredrolled his eyes, “I know what a time loop is, Y/N. I meant…why are you suddenly so curious about them?”

You letout a breath and your eyes eased, “Because I think I’m stuck in one.”

Hiseyebrows shot up and his eyes widened before he started squinting at you, “Iwas excited for a second there. You almost got me, Y/N.”

“No,really,” You say, almost pleading for him to listen to you, “I know I mess withyou about this kind of supernatural shit but I’m serious.” You paused a momentbefore you say, “Your car was supposed to be ready for school today but it’sstill in the shop, right? You’re getting it painted ‘pepe green’.”

Jaredslowly looks inside behind him and grabs his bookbag off the floor before heushers you out of his house and down towards your bus stop. When you both reachthe bus stop, he turns to you with curious eyes, “How did you know that?”

“I toldyou already,” You say, crossing your arms, “Time is repeating itself over andover again and I have no idea why. This is my third time reliving this day. Atfirst I thought it was just a weird dream but…”

“Okay,so lets say that hypothetically you are in a temporal loop,” He says, lookingto you in thought, “When does your day reset?”

You letout a breath, relieved that Jared wasn’t going to dismiss you, “At 4:30pmexactly. And then I wake up in my bed this morning like the whole day neverhappened.”

“Do youhave any idea why?” He asks, looking up at the bus pulls up beside you.

The twoof you hurry onto the bus and sit at the back like usual before you turn tohim, “I don’t know…”

“Usuallytemporal loops occur when something needs to be corrected,” Jared says as if itwas common knowledge, “So something happens today that you need to fix in orderto break the cycle.”

“Likewhat? What am I looking for?” You ask, crossing your legs on the seat as youturn your body to face him.

“Itcould be anything,” He says with a shrug.

“That’snot helpful, Jared,” You cringe, leaning your head to the side against theseat, “So much bad shit happens today. How do I know what I have to fix?”

“Isthere anything that stands out to you?” He questions, gesturing to the rest ofthe bus, “Anything about today that you wishyou could change? Maybe something worse than everything else?”

After amoment it slowly dawned on you and you looked up at Jared, “Connor…”

At thesound of his name, Jared’s face scrunches up, “What does hot topic do?”

Youlook up to the front of the bus as it stops in front of the school before youlook back to Jared, “I know what I need to do. Jared, you’re a lifesaver.” Youstood up and began hurrying off the bus but before you do, you glance back atJared, “And don’t even think about rolling out the back door of the bus. It’snot worth it.”

Hegives you an odd look but he disappears from view when you exit the bus and runinside to the office. You stand in front of the homeroom assignment papers inanticipation of Connor’s arrival. Eventually you see him coming down thehallway towards the office and your eyes light up, a smile on your face.

When hecatches sight of your thrilled expression he hesitates and glances behindhimself as if you were looking past him at someone else. Very slowly he makeshis way to the office, brow furrowed in confusion as to why you would be soexcited to see him.

“Connor,”You say, a wide smile on your face, “Hi.”

“Sincewhen do you talk to me?” He asked, eyes narrowing curiously.

“Sorry,I just wanted to say that I really like your hair. Did you grow it out over thesummer?” You asked, looking up at him warmly.

Connor’seyes eased slightly, “Yeah, I uh…I did.”

“Itsuits you,” Your smile widens and you swear you can see the corners of hismouth twitching up in the slightest.

That’swhen you noticed Jared a few feet away, an amused grin on his face, “HeyConnor, loving the new hair length! Very ‘school-shooter’ chic.”

“Jared!”You snapped, grabbing Jared’s attention.

Jaredlooked at you with wide eyes and then looked up at Connor, realizing you knewwhat was about to happen and it didn’t end well. He cleared his throat andmuttered a quick, “I was just…kidding,” before he hurried off down the hall.

You letout a breath and looked up to Connor, surprised to see a look of distaste onhis face. He looked down at you, eyes narrowed again, “Are you friends withhim?”

Youstared up at him, brows drawing together, “What?”

“Areyou friends with Kleinman?” He repeated, eyes burning with rage, clearlygetting worked up, “You planned that didn’t you? You waited for me so you twocould pull this little stunt-”

“No,Connor, I-” Your eyes widened and you reached out for him quickly.

He cutyou off when he stormed away, shoving Evan out of the way as he passed him. Youstood there staring after Connor, watching Zoe rush to Evan’s side as Connordisappeared into the classroom. You buried your face in your hands as yougroaned in annoyance. After a moment you rushed after Connor and walked intohomeroom, sitting beside him at his desk at the very back.

“Ididn’t mean to make you upset. Jared can be a dick sometimes,” You say, lookingover at him.

Hedidn’t say anything and just stared out the window.

“I’msorry…” You let out a breath and looked to the front of the classroom.

Therest of the school day passed the same as the time before. Homeroom. Classes.The fight by the computer lab. Running outside after Evan and Connor. Evanrefusing to talk to you about what happened.

On thebus you slid down in your seat, still upset about how the day went. You lookedup at Jared as he got on the bus, “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

“Whatdo you mean?” Jared asked, sitting in the seat across from you.

“Connoris impossible to talk to. He won’t listen to me.” You slouched forward,forehead pressed into the seat in front of you, “I don’t know how to do this…”The bus pulled away from the school and you began your trek back home.

“Iguess my comment this morning didn’t help, huh?” Jared smiled sheepishly,rubbing the back of his neck.

“Youreally need to stop fucking with him,” You looked over at Jared, a frown onyour face, “He kills himself tonight. You know that?”

Jaredpales, and his smile is wiped from his face, “…what?”

“That’swhat I’m trying to stop,” You say, closing your eyes, “He gets rushed to the ERand my dad tries to help and then at exactly 4:30pm his heart stops and timeresets.”

“Jesus…”

Therest of the bus ride was silent and when it finally pulled up to your stop, youstepped off the bus with Jared. You stared up at your house, eyes easing, “Idon’t want to go inside…”

“Youdon’t have to,” Jared says, sitting down on your lawn, patting the spot besidehim, “We can stay out here until your time resets again.

You letout a breath and sat on the grass beside him, laying back and staring up at theclouds that drifted across the bright blue sky. Your brow furrowed, “I don’tknow how to fix this. He won’t talk to me. I try to be nice and it justbackfires.”

Jaredlays back beside you, staring up at the sky as well, “He’s fucked up, Y/N. Idon’t know if there’s any way you canfix this.”

“I don’tthink he’s fucked up. He just…he needs someone to be there for him, I think,”You said quietly, closing your eyes as you mulled over the day’s events. Aftera few moments you lifted your phone up in front of your eyes. 4: 28pm. You letout a shaky breath and dropped your arm back to your side, “I’m scared, Jared.”

“Hey,”He placed a hand on your and you looked up at him as he smiled reassuringly,“You’ve got me, right?”

“Right…”You smiled back, but it was empty.

Your days continued like this so many times that you lostcount. It seemed like weeks at this point. Repeating your morning routine,explaining everything to Jared, trying to help Connor. But every attempt endedwith the phone call, the news and those words from your mother just beforeeverything reset at 4:30pm. You had attempted to deal with the situation from alot of angles. Anything from trying to stop Connor from going to school, tofollowing him home afterwards. Nothing ever worked. And at this point, youdidn’t know what else to try.

Youralarm sounded but you remained in bed, not even bothering to switch it off. Youstared up at your ceiling, listening to the noise of your alarm repeat over andover until you hear your mother downstairs, “Honey, breakfast is ready!”

Slowlyyou picked yourself up and out of bed, numbly turning off the alarm. You stoodin front of your closet, staring in at all of your clothing. Eventually youreyes landed on a cute outfit your mother had gotten you over the summer. Itlooked like something you would wear on a date. A date you had never been on. Itwasn’t something you would regularly wear. Not because you didn’t like it, butbecause you never had the confidence to do so. You stared at it a moment, beforeyou grabbed it and pulled it on. Deciding that if you were trapped in thisloop, you would at least like it the way you wanted to.

Youpulled it on, admiring yourself in the mirror before you did your hair andgrabbed your bag, stuffing a blanket into it before rushing downstairs to greetyour mother, “Morning, Mom.”

“Goodmorning to you too, hun,” Your mother smiled over her shoulder at you, “Firstday of senior year! Are you excited?”

“Ofcourse. Only have your first day of senior year once, right?” You asked,grabbing some of the food she had laid out.

“Youlook cute today,” Your mother notes as she finishes up the dishes.

“I feelcute,” You say, glancing at the key rack which hung by the front door,“Do you mind if I drive today?”

“Isuppose you can use the car,” Your mother says slowly, turning to face you,“Just be careful, okay?”

“Iwill,” You walk over and grab the keys, sending your mom a smile as you headtowards the door, “I’m gonna head out. Thanks for breakfast, I love you.”

“I loveyou too,” Your mom smiles brightly, “Have a great day at school!”

Whenyou get outside you rush to your mother’s car, hopping in and starting it up.You back down the driveway to the bus stop and roll down your window, “Hey,Kleinman, get in!”

“Y/N!What’s crackalackin?” Jared beams as he gets into the passenger seat, “Drivingthe mom-car today?”

“I’mstuck in an endless loop. I thought I’d at least mix it up every once in awhile,” You say, tired of explaining the situation to him over and over again.

“What?”Jared asks in confusion as you pull out of your driveway and begin your trip toschool.

“We’vebeen over this, Jared. I’m in a time loop. I have to stop Connor from killinghimself,” You say, dismissing the look of shock on his face, “I can’t do it.I’ve been trying for weeks. So, I give up. I’m just trying to have the most funI can, at this point.”

Hestared at you, brow furrowing, “Wait, are you serious?”

“Ofcourse not, Jare-bear. I’m messing with you,” You shove his arm playfully, “Youbelieve that crap way too easily. I just wanted to drive today.”

You smiledat him as he rolled his eyes, reaching down to the radio and blasting themusic. The rest of the drive to the school was spent listening to the radio.When you finally pulled into the parking lot you looked over at Jared, “Andhere we are. Have a great day, huh, Jared?”

“Whatever,Y/N.” Jared gets out of the car as he smirks, “I’m… gonna go find Evan. Catchyou later?”

“Sure,”You beam and get out of your car, leaning against the driver door as you watchedJared disappear down the sidewalk in search of Evan.

Youstayed there in the parking lot, watching the other cars pull up until youfinally noticed Connor’s car. You didn’t know what you were expecting to feelwhen you saw him. The happiness you felt knowing he was alive was still there.At this point you actually cared about Connor. You spent all this time tryingto save him and now you felt like you knew him better than anyone else. Whichmade it so much worse knowing you didn’t know how to save him.

Zoe gotout of the driver side and hurried inside, leaving Connor alone as he got outof the passenger seat. You walked over to him as he slung his bag over hisshoulder, locking the car door from the inside before he shut it. When youreached him, you flashed him a warm smile, “Come on.”

Hisbrow furrowed, “What?”

“We’reskipping. Nothing interesting ever happens the first day, and we both know thatyou don’t want to be here,” You held out a hand to him, “What do you have tolose?””

Connorhesitated, eyes darting from your hand to the school. He didn’t know you. Notlike you knew him. But you knew he liked risks and going on an adventure withsomeone he didn’t know was definitely a risk.

Youquirked a smile, eyes easing, “Come with me.”

Withthose words he let out a breath and shook his head, muttering to himself, “Whatthe fuck am I thinking…” He looked up at you and shrugged, “Why the hell not.”

“That’swhat I like to hear,” Your smile widened and you grabbed his hand, pulling himacross the parking lot towards your car.

“So,where are we going, crazy person who has never spoken to me before?” He asked,just giving in to you at this point as you both climbed into your car.

“We aregoing to have the best day of your life,” You say, looking over at him as youstarted your car and buckling up.

“Thatisn’t insanely vague or anything,” Connor says, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Justtrust me,” You say, handing him the aux cord as you pulled out of the parkinglot and away from the day you’ve been repeating for what seemed like aneternity. You were ready for a new day and you hoped that today could be thatday for you. At least for a little while. You gestured to the cord with a nodof your head, “Hook us up with some driving music. Only your favourites.” Hedid as he was told, plugging in his phone before he pressing play on the firstsong he found. You smiled at the familiar music, “Gorillaz, huh?”

Heshrugged, looking out your window as you drove, the window shipping around youas you rolled down the windows.

“I likethem too,” You say, settling into your seat as you drove. A comfortable silencefilled the car as you both just listened to Connor’s playlist from his phone.After a while, you glanced over at him, eyes easing as you noticed the smallsmile on Connor’s face. But once he noticed the lines of houses beside youdwindle and the lines of trees began appearing, you noticed his smile fall.

“Iseverything okay?” You asked curiously.

“I’vejust…I haven’t been here in a long time,” He says, eyes trailing along thetrees of the orchard before they settled on the small shop off to the side ofthe road.

Youpulled into the parking spot before looking up at A La Mode. It was a small shop with a pastel coloured theme; thefrosted glass of the windows depicted images of ice cream. The overall feelingit gave off was welcoming and despite coming to the shop a few times, you hadnever actually been inside. After a moment, you looked over at him, “Do youwant to come inside and get an ice cream with me? My treat?”

Connorslowly looked up at the ice cream parlor, eyes easing as he let out a breath.His eyes cautiously flickered over to you before he gave a small nod, “Yeah.Ice cream sounds nice.”

Yousmiled warmly and got out of your car, tossing your bag over your shoulder,circling around the side as you approached the front of the shop. Connorfollowed behind you, eyes moving around the familiar ice cream parlor as youboth approached the counter.

Thewoman behind the register smiled warmly at the two of you, “Welcome to A La Mode! What can I get you two?”

“I’llhave a (favourite ice cream flavor),” You say before glancing back at Connor.

“Rockyroad,” Connor says, avoiding her gaze.

“Comingright up,” She chirps, spinning around and getting you both your ice cream.After getting your cones, she hands them to you, “That’ll be fourtwenty-three.”

Youpaid for the ice cream and when Connor went to sit in one of the booths youreached out and took his hand, leading him out of the store. As you walked outof the store and away from your car, Connor’s brow furrowed, “Where are wegoing?”

“You’llsee,” You smile at him, pulling him towards the fences that lined the road.When you got to the high fence you glanced up at Connor, a smirk on your face,“We’re going up and over.”

“We’rebreaking into an old apple orchard?” He raises an eyebrow.

“What,are you scared?” You asked, holding your ice cream carefully, tossing your bagover the fence before you climbed over and hopped into the grassy field on theother side.

“Justdon’t want to get arrested,” Connor mutters and for a moment you thought he wasgoing to leave you there in the field until he swung a leg over the side of thefence and joined you.

“Ididn’t know you were so concerned about the police,” You smile as you pick yourbag up off the ground and sling it over your shoulder.

Connorrolled his eyes and turned his attention to the orchard around you, a smallsmile pulling onto his face.

Youheld out your hand to him again, “Come on. This way.” He took your hand and youlead him up through the rows of trees to an opening in the middle of the field.Once you got to a nice flat spot, you dropped your bag and opened it, takingout the blanket you had stuffed in there that morning before you laid it outfor the two of you. You took a seat on the blanket and smiled up at Connor,patting the spot beside you, “Come and join me.”

Connorrolled his eyes and sat beside you, leaning back onto one of his arms as helicked at his ice cream. His eyes moved over the trees, the leaves still avibrant green but they were bare of apples. He slowly turned his attentionupward, looking at the fluffy clouds drifting along the bright blue sky.

Youlicked at your ice cream, watching him as a smile edged its way onto your face.When you finished your ice cream, you laid back onto the blanket, looking up atthe sky with him. Connor hesitantly joined you, laying back and closing hiseyes. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just laying in the orchardtogether, looking up at the sky and relaxing.

Youtook out your phone to check the time. It was only a little past one but youknew you had to head back soon in order to get him back to school to catch aride home with Zoe. You let out a breath, “We better get back.”

“Y/N…”

Youlooked over at Connor, a smile still on your face, “Yeah?”

“Youwere right,” Connor said, eyes never leaving the sky as he smiled weakly, “Ithink this is the best day I’ve had in a really long time.” He turned his headto face you, “Thank you.”

The wayhe said that made you uneasy. You watched him stand up, brushing off his jeansas you gathered up the blanket and stuffed it into your bag. He started walkingback to the fence, hands in his pockets. Something was off. You knew it. Thiswasn’t right.

Youhurried to catch up to him as he climbed over the fence, “Are you okay?”

Connorlet out a breath and turned to look at you as he straddled the fence, eyesnarrowed in annoyance, “Why do you care so much?”

Therewas a pause and he dropped to the other side of the fence. Quickly you followedhim, climbing over the fence before you rushed after him towards your car. Youunlocked it and the two of you climbed inside.

“Ijust…” You slowly turned your eyes to look at him, “I don’t want you to die.”

Hisentire body stiffened in the seat beside you and he couldn’t take his eyes off youas much as he wanted to. His eyes were wide, voice barely audible as he slowlyspoke, “What?”

Youreyes flickered down to look at your fingers twisting together in your lap,“Connor…I…”

You letout a breath and your head fell back against the headrest, mulling over whatyou should do this time around. This wasn’t the first time you’d been in theparking lot of A La Mode. If you had this conversation again, you knew he wouldstart screaming at you and would leave. You couldn’t tell him about everything youhad been through because he would never believe you. Instead, you slowlyreached out and took his hand in yours, pretending as if this was the firsttime you’d been here with him. As if this really was the first day of senioryear.

“I’m sosorry,” You said simply, fingers squeezing his gently, “I know how hard thingshave been for you and those assholes at school only make things worse. And Iknow that I could never come to comprehend what you’re going through…” Youclose your eyes, voice shaking as you tried your hardest to hold yourselftogether this time, “I know what you were planning to do after school…but…Ineed you to know that someone is here for you, Connor.” Your eyes eased and yousmiled gently, looking up at him, “I’m here for you.”

He wasstaring at you, brow furrowed in confusion. That’s when you noticed the tearswelling in his eyes and you realized that you had finally gotten through tohim. He blinked a few times as he snatched his hand away from yours, scrubbinghis eyes with the palm of his hand, “Fuck…”

“Justthink about what I said. Please,” You say, watching him for a moment before youstarted your car. Connor’s music filled the car and you realized he had lefthis phone plugged in. He didn’t make a move to shut it off and the two of youstarted your drive back to your town.

As yougot closer to your town, Connor let out a breath, “Could you just take me home?I really don’t want to go back to school.”

Younodded, adjusting your drive to the Murphy house where you had been several timesbefore in this crazy time loop. When you finally pulled up into the driveway ofthe Murphy house, you smiled gently at Connor, “Here we are…”

Connorglanced in your direction, “Thank you. For everything. I think I really neededto have a day like today.”

Yoursmile widened slightly, “I’m glad. Will I…” You hesitated, eyes meeting hisslowly, “Will I see you at school tomorrow?”

Helooked up at his house and he let out a slow breath, “We’ll see.”

Beforeyou could stop yourself, you reached over and pulled Connor in for a hug. Hestiffened in your arms and slowly he returned the hug, his hands resting onyour back, the side of his head leaning against yours, “Bye Connor.” You stayedlike that for a moment, knowing how much Connor needed this. Then he pulledaway and avoided your gaze, getting out of your car and headed inside hishouse.

Youstared at the door of his house and slowly turned and drove away, hoping thatthis would be the last time you would have to relive this day. The drive homewas slow due to rush hour traffic. You got stuck behind a bus at one point, butyou were in no rush to get home. You got to your house just as Jared got offthe bus. He waved to you as you passed him and you gave a smile, waving back.As you pulled up into the driveway you noticed your father’s car parked up nearthe house.

Youclimbed out of the car and grabbed your bag, hurrying inside to see yourparents talking at the kitchen table. You looked to your dad, hope bubbling inyour chest, “Hi, how was work?”

“It wasgreat, darlin.” He smiles, “Lots of lives saved today.”

“Likealways,” You say, glancing at your mother.

“Howwas your first day at school?” Your mother asked, leaning against the counter.

“Itwas…nice,” You say, a smile pulling onto your face, “I’m uh…I’m gonna head upto my room.”

Yourmother smiled back, “Alright, just don’t fill up on junk food. We’re havingroast for supper tonight.”

“Okay,”You said, turning and heading up the stairs before you made it into your room.You tossed your bag down and ran a hand back through your hair as you looked atyour laptop, lifting up the lid to check the time. It was 4:29pm. Your heartwas racing as you stared at the numbers anxiously. Then the time changed to4:30pm.

You held your breath, waiting, frozen in place. Timepassed slowly, creeping along. And then finally the time switched to 4:31pm.You relaxed against your desk, tears filling your eyes as you realized you hadfinally done it. You had saved him.

Youralarm went off and your eyes shot open. You grabbed for your phone and flickedoff the alarm before unlocking it. Your eyes landed on the date at the top ofthe screen just to be sure. The second day of senior year. You really had doneit. Which meant you had to hurry to get to school.

Youleapt out of bed and moved to your closet, picking out a new outfit before youpulled it on and hurried downstairs. Your mother was in the living room readinga book when you got to the bottom of the stairs and she smiled upon seeing you,“Morning, honey. How did you sleep?”

“Great,”You said, moving to the front door to pull your shoes on, “ I will see you whenI get home. Bye mom, love you.”

“Loveyou too!” Your mother called after you as you rushed out the door.

Youlooked up at the sky, a grin appearing on your face when you realized it wascloudy and that rain might come. You felt like it hadn’t rained in months andthe sight of the storm clouds just confirmed you were out of the loop.

“Doingyour impression of the Joker today? Smile any wider and your face might crack,”Jared joked from the bus stop.

Youshook your head and looked up at the sky, “Just excited for the rain. I loverain, you know that?”

Hequirked an eyebrow as the bus pulled up, “I thought you hated the rain.”

“Nottoday, I don’t,” You say, climbing onto the bus and sitting at the back as youalways do, “Today is a new me.”

“Areyou feeling okay?” Jared asked, watching you closely, “This isn’t one of those‘invasion of the body-snatchers’ type deals, is it?”

Youshoved his arm playfully and began your regular banter for the rest of the wayto school. When you finally reached the school, you rose from your seat andsmiled at Jared, “I’m going to go find Connor. I’ll see you later?”

“Connor…Murphy?”Jared asked in confusion as he rose from his seat as well.

“Yeah,if you could do me a huge favor and try and leave him alone this year, I’dreally appreciate it,” You said, a weak smile on your face, “He’s been having areally rough time lately and your joking around with him really won’t help.”

Hisbrow furrows but he slowly nods, “Yeah, sure…”

“Thanks,Jared. See you later,” You say, turning to rush off the bus. When you got offthe bus you made your way towards the parking area, eyes scanning through thecars for the Murphy’s and eventually you saw it pull into the student parkinglot. Your eyes lit up and you waited patiently for Connor to head inside.

Likebefore, Zoe got out first and Connor was slow to follow, but the moment henoticed you waiting for him, a small smile came to his face. He fixed his bagup on his shoulder as he made his way toward you before he came to a slow stopin front of you.

Tearswelled in your eyes as if the sight of him was the single best thing to everhappen to you. And in that moment, it was. You smiled through the tears, “Hi.”

His gazesoftened as his eyes met yours, a soft chuckle escaping him, “Hi.”

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