#they had salmon sushi in there the other day and i was like yeah sure ill learn how to cook sushi rice

[bogkeep]

i Love grocery stores that have a little section for discounted items that will hit their expiration date soon. not only because i love the incentive to lessen food waste, but because i really struggle to come up with What specifically to make for dinner every single day and it's a great little gacha game. i will be inspired to try ingredients i haven't used much before or that are usually a little too 'spensive for my usual habits. i just think it's good

[welldonebeca]

it's a Bad Idea, right? (32)

WC: 2.1k words Warnings: Mafia AU. Comfort. Fluff.

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Betty woke up to her phone ringing into her ear at midday sharp, with her head pounding in the same pace of the song she used as a ringtone.

It was too early for calls. Who called a bridesmaid the day after the wedding party?

She picked it up from the nightstand with a groan, but cleared her throat anyway, sitting up.

“Hello?”

“Miss Dąbrowska?” a woman asked on the other side, in a very American accent. “I’m Clarice, I’m Wanda’s publicist.”

Betty frowned.

Wan had a publicist?

She rubbed her eyes.

“Hi,” Betty spoke again. “Does she need anything?”

Why would her publicist be calling Betty of all people.

“No, ma’am, everything is alright,” she assured her. “But I would like to clarify the name you sign yours dressed as? I could not confirm if it was as Elise or Eloise?”

That made her stop, confused.

Why would she sign her dresses as Eloise?

“Ela Dąbrowska,” she answered, her mind still slow. “E-L-A, a single L, not doubled.”

The woman hummed along on the other side.

“E-L-A,” she spelled back. “Would you like to provide a quote about your inspirations?”

Betty took her hand up, pinching her nose.

“Why?” she asked.

Why did she need all that?

“For the article, miss,” she told her. “I just now realised we didn’t get your quote, it was an oversight of my part. I’m really sorry.”

An article.

What now?

But she answered anyway, clearing her throat.

“We took some inspirations from late Tudor times in her sleeves, and the late Victorian period for her neckline, and we started from there.” she explained, though trying to shake off the grogginess.. “Wanda was very specific with what she wanted for her dresses and her bridesmaids, she wanted everything to look like it had come from inside a fairytale, very light and very ethereal and timeless, so we worked with that concept, and I think we achieved it.”

On the other end, there was the sound of typing, and then Clarice cleared her throat.

“And you are French-born?”

“Yeah,” Betty confirmed.

“Paris?”

“Nantes, actually.”

Another hum of confirmation.

“Thank you for the patience and the clarification, Miss,” she spoke gently. “We’ll be sending you a link to the article tonight and a copy of the magazine tomorrow as soon as we have it on hand.”

Betty frowned.

Wanda hadn’t talked about that.

“Of course,” she agreed. “You’re welcome.”

She lied down again when Clarice hung up, but she was far too awaken for that now. With a sigh, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash off whichever leftover make-up she had on her face before walking out to the kitchen.

When she went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, there were several containers inside, all from the wedding.

Trays of assorted sushi rolls, delicate canapés, and so many sweets, cuts of lamb that would last at least three dinners. Wanda must have made sure they got the leftovers for Betty and Piet, she was such a big sister for both of them.

Her belly rumbled as she reached for the sushi – well, it wasn’t like they could stay in the fridge for that long, someone would have to eat them before they went bad.

She had her mouth full with the best salmon that could ever be shipped to New York when Pietro walked into the kitchen, with his hair a complete mess and his face pink and smushed, probably from his pillow.

“Is that the wedding sushi?” he rubbed his eye, looking confused.

“It’s gonna get bad if we don’t eat it,” she shoved another piece into her mouth. “And it’s still less than 12 hours old.”

“I know,” he rolled his eyes. “I had to stay awake and organise the fridge with the leftovers.”

Betty just continued to chew.

“Did you brush your teeth?” she pointed at him.

But Piet didn’t answer, frowning.

“Why are you eating with your hands?”

She scoffed.

“Is that your answer?” she tilted her head.

Piet scoffed, walking to her and snatching a roll from her container, and Betty slapped his hand away.

“Go clean up, brother of the bride, I can smell seven different perfumes on you,” she teased him.

He rolled his eyes but walked off, chewing her precious sushi.

When he came back, Pietro did look much better – his hair was brushed, he seemed awaken and half-clean.

He took another container from the fridge and sat by her side.

“Better?” she asked.

“Much,” he exhaled.

They fell into comfortable silence, eating together in the slowest, laziest pace, happy to be doing nothing.

Until, of course, something popped in her mind mid eating a temaki.

“Wanda has a publicist?” Betty asked him, as confused as when she was woken up with said publicist calling her cellphone.

Piet looked up at her from dunking his sushi on sauce.

“Viz got her one, His father proposed they did some… rich people thing with the wedding so no one would be snooping around,” he moved his hands a bit vaguely. “An article and some pictures…”

Betty scoffed a bit. Why would people be that interested in their wedding? Of course, Vision’s father was a public figure, but he was the only one. Vision himself, Doctor Banner, Wanda, Pietro… they were all just normal people.

“Stark shit,” Piet added. “Now that she is Mrs Stark.”

It made Betty laugh. Mrs Stark. Wanda was Mrs Stark now.

Holy shit.

“It’s one hell of a surname,” she joked.

She was, technically, a billionaire. By marriage.

Lucky girl.

“So American,” he joined her with a chuckle.

The rest of their day was incredibly lazy. All Betty and Piet did was eat their sushi, snack on wedding food, watch whatever was available for them and talk about mindless things.

Around sundown, though, she was a bit surprised by a Vogue link on her email, before remembering Clarice had promised to send her something about the wedding.

And there it was, the very first thing she saw when she opened the page: Wan posing elegantly on her own and by Vision’s side, as ethereal as she had desired in her wedding dress and her reception dress, both looking at one another like they were their whole world.

Oh, she looked so beautiful.

There was a picture of them with their parties, so Betty and Pietro were there, perfectly coordinated visually as Wan’s party, with Thor and Jennifer on the other side as Vision’s party, and they all looked damn good together.

Under the pictures, she read.

‘The bridesmaids and the bride’s dresses were signed by French wedding designer Ela Dąbrowska.’

Betty felt something in her belly warming up.

That was Vogue.

She was on Vogue! Her dresses and her name were on fucking Vogue! Vogue, one of the most esteemed fashion publications in the world.

Betty couldn’t even help her laugh of shock and happiness. She hadn’t imagined it happening in the wildest dreams!

She didn’t even have a job! And her first accomplishment was to be named on Vogue?!

The world was upside down!

Mum messaged her at night, right before everyone else in the family did.

There were cousins and aunts and people she barely remembered messaging her to congratulate her and ask how she had done it. Dad didn’t understand much about the internet but he called her and sounded very proud regardless.

“I miss you, little star,” he spoke to her near the end of their call. Oh, it felt so good to just hear her language being spoken to her in a damn conversation.

Betty didn’t call her parents much. Not because she didn’t want to talk to them, but because she didn’t enjoy missing them.

“I miss you too,” she moved on her feet, a bit embarrassed.

She hadn't set foot in France since leaving for the States.

“I was talking to your mother,” dad spoke slowly. “And if you want to, we can get some of our retiring money and buy you a ticket home and then back? You don’t have to stay for long, I’m sure your work owes you a few days off. We can celebrate your accomplishment together!”

Betty sighed, guilty weighting heavy in her belly.

Oh, she was owed so much more than a few days off from Mama Stefka.

“Dad,” she tried to protest and interrupt him.

“It won’t be a problem!” he argued. “You’ll come stay with us for a week or ten days!”

She sat by the closed window.

Now, she hadn’t told them about her plans.

It was embarrassing, everything that was happening.

Betty could have just stayed and studied in Paris. She could have gone back home as soon as she had graduated.

She could have just ignored Steffan when she saw him, and could have quitted Mama Stefka before that mess started.

Betty could have done so many things and that would have put her in a better position.

But that meant leaving Wan and Piet, and… well, it meant she wouldn’t be on Vogue.

"Actually," she cleared her throat, the words hesitant as they left her lips, “I’m not working at the restaurant anymore.”

There was a pause on the other side, as if her father's thoughts were racing to catch up with the sudden shift in their conversation.

“You’re not?” he asked

Betty nodded instinctively, though he couldn’t see her.

“No,” she answered him. “You know… Wanda left around the time she got engaged, and Pietro got another job too. And now I’m thinking that it’s my turn to do something new.”

Betty had never told her parents about Hydra. Who would?

What kind of parent would hear from their child that they were in a Nazi-infestated, hiding as a Catholic, risking their life for a job, and do nothing?

Not her parents, no. Mum and dad would fly themselves to the US without a single work of English in their vocabulary and take them back to France tied down if they had to.

“Maybe in France?” she mumbled tentatively.

Oh, the sigh of relief that escaped her father's lips was as loud as a gust of wind, she wondered for how long he’d been waiting to her that.

“Oh, Ela,” he nearly cried. “Ela, that is so good. We can pay for your ticket and we’ll get your room ready, and-”

Betty couldn’t help smiling, shaking her head.

“It’s okay,” she interrupted him gently. “Dad’s, it’s okay! I was well-paid for the dress, I can pay for my own ticket.”

“I’ll do your room myself,” he insistent, urgently, sounding urgent. “Oh, your mother will love to have you home again.”

She couldn’t help growing happy along with him.

She missed them. Oh, how Betty missed mum and dad. She missed home and her bed and having them fussing over her the way they did. She missed Nantes so much, the actual clean coast, a beach that wasn’t contaminated and actually safe to swim in!

And being called Ela, being spoken to in French and Polish… their home was a mixture of those languages when she became a teenager, and it was crazy but so fun.

“I’ll buy my ticket tonight,” she told him. “I’ll fly to Paris and get the train.”

“It’ll be wonderful,” he celebrated. “Wonderful.”

They talked a little more – about her day, the dress, the wedding… he asked her about Piet and Wanda, and they talked about his day, and then mum joined, so she talked to her too.

They were off to bed when Betty hung up.

The next morning, she just moved to do what she had promised them and herself, at last – get a flight to France.

And maybe she was feeling a little spoiled, but she gave herself a good seat in business class, with all the luggage she could carry. It was an overnight fly, so she could sleep on her way there, catch her train and sleep her jet-leg off at home, with her parents.

She had just accessed her email to check her information when her eyes caught the new email on her inbox.

Geovanna, with Tom Ward?

She clicked on it, a little confused, reading through it. It was written in French, which was something she hadn’t received in a while.

Betty was shocked as she read through the text. They were complimenting her work, talking about how they’d seen the dress in detail, and talking about their bridal line and…

“Holy fuck!” she gasped.

The sound of something falling outside made her turn, and Pietro ran into her room so fast he almost hit his face on the doorway.

“What?” he asked.

Betty stared at him, still feeling the ground out of her feet, shocked.

“I just got a job offer from Paris.”

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[ifeelsounsure0]

The First Day

Bae Suzy x M! Reader

Fluff

WC: 4937 words

“What's your name?”

“Bae Su-Ji. Nice to meet you.” She grabs your hand in a firm handshake and tucks a loose strand behind her ear. “You can sit by me if you want.”

“T-thanks.” You catch yourself staring at the cute girl before you sit down. Her delicate features, soft porcelain skin, and slightly pink lips make your heart skip a beat. The white dress shirt and black tie seemed a little too formal for the first outing with a school organization but still complimented her complexion beautifully. A deep breath prepares you to sit down before suddenly her hand grasps your wrist, and she pulls you into the seat, scooting closer.

She smiles and “accidentally” grazes her elbow against yours before saying, “You were taking too long to sit down, and I promise. I don’t bite.”

You scoff but fail to hold back a smile as she passes you a menu. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” She watches while you flip through the menu for something to eat. Nothing caught your eye, it was just an array of sushi and lots of rolls, but you just couldn’t seem to decide on one. “Don't know what to get?”

“There are just too ma–”

“Hello. I noticed that you just got here, so I can take your order now, and hopefully, it'll arrive with the rest of the table.” He wipes off his wet hands on his apron before taking out a notepad.

“Um, sure.” You scan through the menu again, looking for something special, only to see the basic: tuna, salmon, yellowtail sushi, and then some specialty rolls.

“Just in case you wanted to know. My favorite is tuna,” Suzy smiles and points at the bluefin tuna on the menu.

You shake your head and continue looking through. After another few page turns, you sigh and hand the waiter your menu. “Could I have the bluefin tuna, please?”

“Of course,” he smiles, scribbles your order onto his notepad, and grabs the menu. “I’ll have that out for you in a bit.”

Once he disappears into the kitchen, you look down the long table to see a few classmates engaged in an arm-wrestling match, others on their phones. Suzy, meanwhile, leans over the table, her eyes trained on your hands. “Is something wrong?”

“Hm.” Her eyes meet yours for a moment before moving back down. “Nothing’s wrong. I was just— I don’t know, looking at something.”

“Well.” You move your hand until her eyes meet yours. “If you want to talk to me, at least look at me. I'm not that hideous.”

“I didn't say you were hideous.” Her hand traces down your arm. “Actually, if you were to ask me. I think you're pretty cute.”

A crimson blush rises onto your cheeks, and your heart races inside your chest as you scramble for something to say.

“You seem flustered,” she laughs and nudges your foot underneath the table. You open your mouth to say something. “Don't tell me I’m cute either. I've had like twenty different guys tell me that already,” she sighs and looks down the table. “Basically, all of them have. How about you, though? The magical twenty-one. Are you gonna be different?”

“You didn't even let me finish what I was going to say before making an assumption.” You click your tongue and shake your head, watching as she stares at you more intently with a curious expression. “I was going to say… the uniform is pretty cute. It does wonders on you.”

“This?” She looks down at the white dress shirt and loosens her tie. “I came from a uniform school, so it seemed like a cute outfit to wear on the first day.”

“Ah. I like the colors. They’re–”

“Hufflepuff.” Both of you say it simultaneously and burst into a fit of laughter, Suzy leaning onto your shoulder to cover her face.

“There you are!” A voice comes from behind you, and you turn around to see your classmate Fei. “Seems like Suzy’s been keeping you company.”

“Oh, yeah. We’ve just been talking.”

Fei nods her head before softly sighing, a flash of annoyance appearing on her face before she smiles. “Come over to our table. Mark and Lucas are taking everyone to the party later today, and you should come along.”

You scratch your head and look at Suzy, her expression now sullen and lips pursed as she stares at her glass of water. “I think I'll pass today. I've got some work from Professor Campbell that I need to do.”

“Okay then. I'll see you both next week.” Fei leaves to head back to the other table.

Once she's out of earshot, Suzy nudges you with her finger. “How do you have work from Professor Campbell when it's just week one?”

“I’m his research assistant, so there's a little work as we start getting ready for labs. It's just a survey about his class so far,” you smile.

“So you're saying that a ten-minute survey is going to keep you from going to a party?”

“Well… parties aren't really my scene, so I was just gonna come tonight and then leave.” You take a sip of your water. “What about you? I thought you would go with Fei.”

She shakes her head, staring at the water in her glass. “I don’t like parties that much either. Too many annoying boys.” Her expression sours as she sees one of the boys from Fei’s table come towards you. “Speaking of annoying boys.”

“Aw, come on, Suzy. Don't do me like that.” He gives her a weak smile before extending his hand out to you. “Dong-Hyuk. Nice to meet you.”

“A pleasure.” You grasp his hand in a firm handshake and slightly smile. “You’re Biz-Econ?”

“How could you tell?”

“There's a certain energy you all give off.” As you let go of his hand, lines to reject his invitation to a party run through your head.

I’m busy tonight, so I can’t go.

Sorry, bro. I’ve got homework.

Parties just aren’t m–

“So, do you want to go?” Dong-Hyuk pushes you on the shoulder to get your attention. “I can’t get that many people in, but you seem pretty cool, and….” He comes closer until he’s right against your ear. “Fei thought you were pretty cute, so she wants you to be her plus one.”

You let out a sigh and glance at Fei. Her eyes are trained on you as she waits for your response, but when your eyes meet, she quickly looks away, a slight blush on her cheeks. “Yeah, um. I think I’ll pass. Have some work to do and—” You look around for another good excuse. “I think me and Suzy were going to do something after this.”

There’s a stifled laugh beside you as Suzy jams an elbow into your ribs before smiling at Dong-Hyuk. “Yeah, we were gonna go watch the football match together.”

“The football match.” His gaze shifts between the two of you before he sighs and shakes his head. “Next time then.” He squeezes your shoulder.

“The football match?” you smile. “I didn't pin you as a football fan.”

“I only really follow one player, so I don’t know if that qualifies as being a football fan.”

“Let me guess. Son’s your favorite player, so you follow Spurs?”

She takes another sip of water and nods. “I guess you're just able to read right through me, aren't you?”

“Lucky guess.” A satisfied smile forms on your lips, and you glance down at your hands. Your fingers move along the small calluses formed from mornings spent in the gym.

Then there's a clang to your right, and you look up to find the waiter setting down plates of sushi to be passed down the table. “One salmon, six tuna, one bluefin, two yellowtail, one dragon roll, one caterpillar, and one udon.”

“Thanks.” You give the waiter a polite nod once he sets down all the dishes and disappears back into the kitchen before you feel a soft nudge.

“Give me the dishes,” Suzy mouths and grabs the salmon plate. “Who got the salmon!” A hand raises further down the table.

“Who gets salmon?!”

“Yah! Salmon’s better than tuna!”

Suzy smiles to herself and slides the plate to the boy sitting beside her. “Min-Hyuk. This one is Ji-A’s, the girl in the white blouse.”

“Sure.” He takes the plate from her and continues sending it down the line.

“Next! Tuna!” Five hands go up, and Suzy passes it to each of them.

Eventually, she's left with just one plate of bluefin left, which she slides between the two of you. “And this one is for us,” she smiles and takes one piece off your dish, setting it on her plate.

“Us?” You look at your small plate of sushi, now a quarter gone already. The tuna has a slight sheen on top with a few slices of onion that contrast with the vibrant red of the fish.

“Are you going to eat, or am I just going to stare at you all night?”

“Maybe I’m okay with just having you stare at me all night,” you tease before picking up a piece of sushi.

“Cheers!” Suzy dinks her piece with yours before placing it into her mouth. “Mmmmm.” Her shoulders move up and down in a cute dance while she closes her eyes and slowly chews the fish.

You almost forget to eat your piece, content with watching her eat. Once she finishes, she grabs another piece from your plate and raises it towards your mouth. “I can feed myself.” You bring your chopsticks to your lips only to have them moved aside.

An amused sigh leaves your lips, and you let her place the piece onto your tongue. It’s soft, succulent, and different from anything else you’ve ever had.

“Well?” Suzy stares at you as you finish the last of your sushi, her chin resting on her hand, back turned to the rest of the table. “How was it?”

“Not too bad,” you smile and take a piece from her plate. It’s not quite as meaty and is a little saltier. “No wonder you took one of mine. That’s not nearly as good.”

“Yeah, I know, and I don’t have to pay twice as much for it.” She snatches another piece from your dish, emptying the plate. “And… now it seems like we’re done before everyone else.” There’s a coy smile on her face before she spots Fei’s table leaving together, and she breathes out an annoyed sigh.

“Guess we’re going to watch the football game tonight, aren’t we?”

Suzy glances down at her phone. “If you want to make it in time, we’d better get going. The game starts in half an hour.” Climbing out of her seat, she taps Dong-Hyuk beside her and waves goodbye to him before the rest of the table starts waving and saying goodbye to both of you. “It was nice meeting you all!” Before you know it, she grabs onto your wrist and drags you to the cashier. “We were at the large table, but we have to leave early, so we’ll pay first.”

“Sure. What did you have?”

“One bluefin and one tuna.” Suzy goes through her purse and takes out her wallet, but you calmly pull her away from the card reader and insert your card into the slot.

“I’ve got it,” you whisper in her ear and nod at the cashier. There are a few mechanical clicking noises as the receipt prints out before the cashier rips it from the machine and passes you a pen to sign.

“Have a good night, then,” he says with a smile once you pass him the receipt.

‘Thank youuu.” Suzy grabs onto your hand and drags you out the door. Once you step outside, she glances down at her phone and shows you the time. “We have twenty minutes left. Any ideas?”

The air is slightly cold outside on a lovely spring night. Students walk around in small packs, moving through the college town on a Friday evening en route to a party or the basketball game. Suzy looks up at you, her beautiful doe eyes undoubtedly entrancing. You notice her take a deep breath as she begins to shiver. “I have a friend who works in the local bar. If you don’t mind the smell of alcohol, we can watch there,” you say, slipping off your coat before draping it over her shoulders. “Wear this. You’re shivering.”

“Thanks.” She holds onto the inside of the coat with her hands, bringing it closer to her body. Her cheeks are flushed a rosy red, and she huddles closer as you lead her to the bar.

The bar bustles with people, older students, some TAs, and a few that looked mysteriously like some of your classmates. Your friend stands in the front and notices you right away.

“Ji-Hoon!” You grab his hand and pat him on the back. “Can we go in? We’re kind of in a rush right now.”

“Sure, bro.” His eyes follow Suzy as she walks inside, but he stops you for a second. “Already on week one?” he whispers, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Just a new friend,” you say, giving him a pat on the back before you follow after Suzy.

“I’m here!” Her voice rings from across the bar, and you find her in a small booth with a good view of the TV. “We made it just in time,” she says, pointing at the screen as the lineups are introduced.

“Just barely.” A sigh leaves your lips as you sit down beside her. “Your favorite player is playing.” Your eyes follow the number seven in white as he runs up and down the pitch. Both sides have a unique style of play, fluid, graceful attacking football from Spurs and defensively consolidated football from Arsenal.

After a few changes in possession, Arsenal steal the ball from midfield and launch a run down edge of the pitch. It only takes a few moments for them to move the ball into the feet of their lone midfielder. A sharp breath comes from your side, and Suzy’s hand grabs onto yours as Ozil gets one-on-one with the goalkeeper before curling a shot to Lloris’s right. When the ball hits the back of the net, you can feel Suzy's head against your shoulder, a frustrated sigh leaving her lips.

“Why didn’t I support a team with an actual defense?” she mumbles, content with not watching the celebration. Spurs kick off the ball again, but Suzy continues to lean against you, her hand still holding onto yours.

“It'll be okay. You still have the best attackers in the league.” After a short run of play, you move her off your shoulder and whisper, “Let me go get a soju or something.”

“Yeah, sure.” Her fingers unlace themselves from yours. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

Your heart beats nervously as you approach the bartender, his attention focused on another patron before he looks towards you. “What can I get for you?”

“A bottle of soju.” He opens the fridge behind him. “The lychee flavor, please.”

The bottle clinks down onto the wooden countertop along with two small shot glasses. “It'll be ten dollars.”

You can feel your heart race as you slide your card across the bar. It slowly gets faster and faster when he rotates the card between his fingers. “You just turned 21?”

“Ye-yeah, just a few days ago.”

He nods and glances toward Suzy sitting by herself at the small table. She’s staring at both of you, obviously wondering what's taking you so long to get back. “Your girlfriend?”

“No. I just met her a few hours ago,” you smile shyly and glance towards her.

“Hurry back!” she mouths, motioning for you to sit back down.

“Well… you’d better get back to her.” He hands you back your card and gives you a quick wink before moving to another patron.

You let out a relieved sigh and grab the bottle between your fingers. “Sorry that it took so long.”

“Hurry up and sit down! We’re on the counter!” She doesn't even wait for you to set the bottle on the table before she pulls you down beside her and leans against your shoulder. “Oh, wait, a cross! Yes!!!!!” Her hand grabs onto your shirt, yanking you up as half the bar erupts in celebration. “We’re tied! We tied it!!!”

“Yeah, they di–” You feel her arms wrap around your waist. Each beat of your heart becomes more apparent with every passing moment. “Su-j–”

“O-Oh… sorry. I got too excited.” She quickly lets go of you, her lips in a slight pout, before sitting back down as kick-off begins again.

You nod and slide her a drink. “Care for a shot?”

“Yes, please,” she smiles and holds the glass with both hands as you fill it to half full.

“Cheers!” Your glasses dink together before you down them in one go.

“Another one?”

“Sure.” You patiently wait as she fills your glasses to the brim. “Isn't this a bit muc–”

“Cheers!” She holds her glass up and eyes you expectantly.

An amused sigh leaves your lips, and you fail to hide your smile as you take another shot with her. “No.” You grab onto her wrist before she pours another glass. “We can have as much as we want if Spurs win.”

“Deal.” Her cheeks are flushed, the smell of alcohol mixing with her scent of lilacs as she pulls you down and leans on your shoulder. “Don't even think about taking back that bet.”

“Sure.”

The game continues the same as before halftime, a defensively solid Arsenal side repelling constant attacks.

The clock ticks past the 85th minute, and you stack the shot glasses, confident you could leave without having another drop of alcohol. Suddenly, Arsenal turnover the ball at the halfway line, and Kane gets the ball at the edge of the box.

With a pleased smile, Suzy unstacks the glasses and opens the bottle, not even looking at the screen as the ball rifles into the top corner, and the bar erupts for the second time.

“Godda–”

“First of many.” She slides the glass towards you. “That was a good game.”

“Yeah.”

Her empty glass slams back down on the table. “I just realized that we haven't done the regular introductions yet, so what's your major?”

“Undeclared at the moment.”

She laughs and refills both glasses. “I'm a finance major, so I'm taking classes with Dong-Hyuk and all of them.”

“So that's how you know them.”

“Mhm.” Another shot down. Her cheeks are a bright red as she sifts through her purse for her phone before she quickly opens it and pulls up Instagram. “Do you have Insta?”

“Yeah.” You quickly type in your username and follow yourself as a notification instantly pings your phone.

She starts to scroll through your page. “You only take nature shots. Actually, I really like this one.” It's a photo you took from a small island in the center of a lake that you swam out to. There's a beautiful cool hue that accentuates the blue of the water and the brilliant sky while darkening the mountains in the backdrop.

“That's one of my favorites too.” You take your phone and open up her Instagram. Skuukzky. There are various photos of her with her friends back in Seoul and a few more recent photoshoots, with the photographers and magazines tagged. “You model?”

“Yeah. I used to do commercials back home, so my agency booked me for a few shoots while I’m in school.” She eyes you as you continue scrolling through her account. “And you’re the first person I’ve given my Insta to!”

“What?”

“I don’t give my social out to anyone.” She points at her low following count. “I try and keep it a secret from people around me, so please...” Her finger goes over your lips. “Don’t tell anyone about it. Please.”

“Yeah, sure.” You grab the bottle of soju to pour yourself another glass but turn it over only to find it empty. “How much did you drink?”

“I must’ve finished the bottle by accident,” she pouts. “Sorry.”

You shake your head and stack the shot glasses on top of each other before standing up. “Let me take you back to your room.”

Suzy slides to the edge of the booth and holds onto the table as she shakily stands up. “I must’ve had a bit too much to dr–” You grab onto her once she takes a few steps and loses her balance. “It’s fine. I can walk by myself.” She pushes you away and tries to take a few more steps, only to lose her balance again.

“I’ll help you back.”

A cold breeze blows past as you step outside, more than cold enough for your breath to form a cloud whenever you exhale. “D-damn, it’s s-so c-cold,” Suzy shivers, holding her yellow cardigan closer.

“Just keep my coat for tonight.” You tremble and wrap your arms around your body, the air feeling far chillier without the extra layer. “What dorm do you live in?”

“Haines, so it’s pretty far. You don’t ha—”

“It’s not a big deal. I can walk you up there.”

After a few tense moments, Suzy sighs. “If you really want to….”

Not knowing how to respond, you just nod and let the conversation descend into silence.

The moon looks beautiful tonight. It was already higher than the city skyline, full and a brilliant white, the only source of light in an otherwise starless sky.

It wasn’t much different in the city around you. The black streetlights that wound on the path up the hill were dim, a few ominously blinking on and off. There wasn’t much color either. The patches of grass were a drab green from lack of rain, and all the flowers had begun to wither from the unusual cold.

Once you step underneath the brightest streetlight, Suzy suddenly stops and grabs onto your sleeve. “Am I hard to talk to?”

“No.” You look at her, slightly puzzled. “Where’d you get that idea?”

“It’s just… we’ve walked half a mile, and you haven’t even looked at me, let alone spoken to me,” she says nervously, her eyes locked to the ground.

“No, it’s just….” You run your hands through your hair and nervously suck in the air between your teeth. “I’m not the best at talking to people. Sorry.”

“No. No.” She waves her hands and shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant. I just thought I was hard to talk to.”

“Don’t worry about that. I actually really like talking with you.”

Suzy freezes and cups her face before mouthing something to herself. “Yeah. I like y— talking to you too.”

“Perfect.” You quickly tuck her arm into your and tug her up the hill. “Let’s just get back first. I’m freezing to death.”

“Let’s run!”.

“Wha—” You’re caught off guard as she removes her arm from yours and grabs your hand. “Su-j—”

“Hurry up!” she laughs.

The sight of her takes your breath away. How her hair blows to the side whenever she looks back, her brilliant smile whenever she laughs, the slight rosy tone of her complexion accentuated by the moon’s white light.

Once you’re about halfway up the hill, she suddenly stops and leans on your shoulder. “Maybe, we shouldn’t have run.”

“A little early to be out of breath,” you chuckle, pulling her forward. “Come on. We have to get you to bed.”

She shakes her head and slips her hand out of yours before running off the path.

“Where are you going?!” You follow after her through the small paths of your dimly lit school.

The moonlight shines off the tall brick buildings while the white roses perfume the path with their lovely aroma. It feels magical in some sense, almost like a fairytale. The charming prince chases after his future bride underneath the brilliant light of the moon through a maze of roses. Even the faint sound of her laughter as she dashes just out of reach sounds melodic.

Then as you run past the school of music, the sound of her beautiful laugh dies out and turning the corner into the sculpture garden, you’re left breathless.

Her hair flows over one shoulder as she stares at her reflection in the fountain. The moonlight reflecting off the water gives her an aura of light emanating from the pool. There’s a slight smile on her lips as she drags her hand through the water, her eyes totally focused on the reflection beside her.

“Stopped running?”

She just nods and waits for you to sit down before taking her hand out of the water. “Maybe the alcohol’s finally getting to me.” Her voice is soft, barely louder than a whisper. “Sorry for making you run so much. Now it’ll be even more tiring to get back.”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

You place your hand into the water, the cold doing little to wake any more of your senses, but drawing lines feels awfully amusing. Her hand follows behind yours, tracing the exact star shape you’re drawing. Suddenly, you feel a few droplets of water on the tip of your nose and look up to see a gleeful smile, her finger just barely touching your nose. “Boink.”

Her cute laugh fills the night air again when you push against her finger again. “Boink. Boink.”

“What was that?” she laughs before closing her eyes as your wet hand touches her nose.

“Come on then. Make the sound.” Your fingers lightly pinch her nose, occasionally pulling her from side to side.

“Oink!” Her voice is nasally and comedically pig-like, making you burst into a fit of laughter as you let go of her nose.

She has a slight pout on her face once she opens her eyes. “Yah! You annoying jer—!” Her hands push on your chest as hard as she can.

It wasn’t a hard shove, just unexpected, so all you see as you fall back are her wide eyes as she tries to grab your hands before feeling the cold fountain water soak your back.

“I’m sorry!” She pulls you out of the water and pats her hands over your shirt. “It’s so wet.”

That’s what she said. “It’s not that cold.” You start unbuttoning your shirt.

“What are you doing!” Her hand quickly covers her eyes, and she turns away.

“I have a T-shirt underneath,” you laugh and take off your outer shirt. “Could you get my coat?” She hands you the coat which had been sitting beside her the entire time. “This should be fine,” you say, putting on the coat before quickly glancing at your phone. “It’s almost one already. Let’s go back.”

“Yeah.”

She doesn’t say anything else and dusts off her skirt. Her eyes are glued to the ground, and she avoids your gaze.

You take a deep breath, and your heart starts to beat faster at the thought of what you want to do. After a few moments of silence where she continues to avoid looking at you, you grab onto her wrist and pull her towards the dorms. When she feels your hand, she stares at your hand wrapped around her wrist before looking up at you. “Just so you don’t run off.”

“S-Sure,” she stammers, a crimson blush appearing on her cheeks, accentuated by the white light of the moon as you lead her back through the school.

From there, it’s a few minutes before you reach the buildings at the top of the hill. A few students are still wandering about, returning home in their party outfits, reeking of alcohol. No one seems to bat an eye as you drag her up the hill to her dorm.

Eventually, after a few flights of stairs and a few close calls with her almost tripping, you make it to the roundabout in front of her building. You then quickly let go of her hand but don’t move from her side. “You should go in then.”

“Don’t you have something you want to ask me first?”

You meet her eyes, an expectant look on her face. “I don’t think so.….”

A long sigh leaves her lips, and she rubs her temples. “Give me your phone.” She holds out her hand. When you don’t put it in right away, she grabs it from your pocket. “Must I do everything? Passcode?”

“0-1-0-2-0-3.”

There’s a slight smile on her face as she enters the code. She then quickly pulls up the dial pad and enters her number. A short ringtone to the tune of Fur Elise confirms it’s the right number before she starts entering in her contact information. Bae Su-Ji. New Best Friend. “Typically, when you have a good date with a girl. You get her number. Why?” She hands you back your phone. “It’s so she remembers to go on a second date.”

“Than—”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, dummy. Chemistry. I’ll be in the second row to the right. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” She has a cheeky smile as she stands there for another moment, looking up at the sky. Her foot taps against the ground to the fast rhythm of your heart. Suddenly, you feel her lips press against your cheek and your heart beating out of your chest before she pulls away and dashes into the building.

  Note: Long time no see everyone. Hope you’ve all been well. I remember I promised that this fic would be out last week, but I ended up holding it back for a little longer to flesh it out. Hopefully, the extra time and effort was worth it and you all enjoy it. Anyways, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without the help of @kaedewrites​, @a-casual-kpopfan​, @gangplanksorenji​, @v1ntrix​, and @midnightdancingsol​. All of them are amazing and I couldn’t have been able to do this without them. As for what I’m planning in the future. Maybe a few more installations of FL in a row, but we’ll have to see.

P.S Thank you @pfxhk​ for the inspiration with the photos. This one is for you.

[cherrycheridarling]

happier | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: swearing and sad. fluff if you squint

summary: you wish tom the best with his new relationship in your new song. {listen to happier by olivia rodrigo (if you want)}

wc: 3.6k

'We broke up a month ago,'

"I've been thinking," your heart sunk at his words, "I'm always working." he grabbed both of your hands.

You locked your gaze in his. Sat in the living room of his shared flat. Inches apart yet you could already feel the separation between the two of you growing.

He avoided your eye contact, "I-I can't be in a relationship unless I can give one hundred percent of myself to the other person. A-and I know I haven't been doing that to you, which is c-completely unfair." he wiped away a tear from your cheek that you didn't know had fell, "You've been so, so good to me. I'm sorry I wasn't better, but I can't keep putting you through this." his voice was barely audible.

You finally tore your eyes away from his face. His tear soaked face. Choosing to stare at a spot over his shoulder instead. You took three deep breaths. In and out. Something about his words made you confused, but your pain overpowered it.

"Please say something. Anything." he whispered against your knuckles. Holding your hands to his lips.

You gently removed your hands from his grip, "Thank you for being mature and honest with me." you started with a sniffle, "Thank you for all of our memories and for showing me what love is," you cupped his face, "Thank you for everything, loser." your light laugh lacked any humour, but it still brought a slight smile to his face.

He held your hand that was resting on his jaw, "I love you more than life itself, darling." he kissed your palm and you felt your heart shatter. "Never hesitate to call, dummy."

You nodded with a sad smile. "I love you, too." You stood up and made your way out of the door. A year and a half down the drain within ten minutes.

'Your friends are mine, you know I know you moved on. Found someone new.'

"Do you guys wanna do something on Saturday? I don't have work. Maybe karaoke?" you asked the group without looking up from your phone.

Harrison made a confused noise, "Did you forget? We have Nadia's birthday par—" you heard a loud smack, "—Ow! What? Oh, shit."

You looked up to see Zendaya, Jacob, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine all glaring at Harrison.

"Absolute div." Tuwaine muttered.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Who's Nadia?" you looked at all of them as they avoided eye contact. "Daya?"

She let out a long sigh before clearing her throat, "Um, Nadia is- Well she's kind of- you know, um—"

"—Tom's new girlfriend." Sam finished for her.

Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you processed the information. His new girlfriend. It'd been a month and four days since he ended your relationship. And he had a new girlfriend.

It took him a month to move on. A month to be able to give a hundred percent of himself to someone.

You couldn't tell if you were more angry or sad. Maybe a mixture of both. Angry that your friends were hiding information from you, but at the same time you understood their intentions. Sad and upset because the boy who told you he wasn't ready to give a hundred percent of himself was already with someone new.

You slowly nodded, "Oh, okay. Well, I hope you guys have fun." you gave a tight lipped smile before looking back at your phone.

Everyone glanced at each other worriedly before allowing their gazes to fall on you again.

"How do you feel?" Jacob asked cautiously.

You locked your phone and set it on your lap, "I'm fine." you faked a smile, "I think I'm gonna head home, though. It's getting late and I have an early studio session. Bye." you quickly grabbed your purse and left with a small wave.

"Y/N! Wait—" the slamming of the front door cut Tuwaine off.

It was three p.m. and you weren't supposed to be in the studio until noon.

'One more girl who brings out the better in you,'

"Y/N/N. You need to talk about it sooner or later." Zendaya reminded you as she sat at the end of your bed with Harrison beside her.

You removed the covers from your face, revealing your tear stained cheeks, "Does she make him happy?"

There was silence from your two friends before they hesitantly nodded. Both weren't completely sure, but they assumed she did.

"Does she bring out the best version of him? Does she stroke his hair while they cuddle? Does she cook with him? Does she walk Tessa with him?"

Harrison sighed, "Y/N/N, we—"

"—Because that's what I did. I brought out the best side of him. I stroked his hair while we cuddled. I cooked with him. I walked Tessa with him. I did it all. Every single thing." your voice broke towards the end as you let the sobs rack through your body.

Harrison and Zendaya went to either side of you and held you. They just held you. Because even they didn't know what to do.

'And I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past,'

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Zendaya asked as you walked towards Tom's front door.

You nodded and smoothed down your sundress, "Yeah. We ended on good terms. It's been two months or so. We're friends. Plus, I miss hanging out with all of us." you assured her.

She sighed before knocking on the door, "Alright."

A few moments later the door swung open revealing Tom. Dressed in black jeans and a white button-up. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Curls dangling over his forehead. A sweet smile on his lips.

You felt your stomach lurch. Air leaving your lungs involuntarily. Heart rate quickening. You could smell his cologne and every single memory with him clouded your mind.

"Hey! It's great to see you guys—"

"—Sorry. I-I think I left something in the car. One second." you rushed out the words before turning on your heel.

Zendaya let out a long sigh, "Fuck."

Tom frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"

'But she's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me?'

"Y/N!" an unfamiliar voice called out to you from somewhere in the boys' backyard.

It was Harrison's annual barbecue get together. Nearly three months since your break up with Tom.

You turned towards the source of the noise and found a girl walking towards you. Brunette. Tight black dress with black heels. Body and face of a model.

"I've been dying to meet you! I'm such a huge fan. I basically live off of your music." she giggled as she hugged you.

You smiled, "Aw! Thank you! That means so much to me. You look amazing, by the way."

She laughed, "Thank you! But you're absolutely gorgeous! Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nadia, Tom's girlfriend."

Of fucking course.

You raised your eyebrows, but managed to keep a smile on your face, "Oh! I've heard so much about you! Well, Tom's one lucky guy," you chuckled, "I'd love to chat some more, but I need to use the washroom. Excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you." you gave her a hoaxed smile before quickly walking away.

You were two feet away from the washroom when Zendaya grabbed your arm, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Your breaths were coming out in short puffs, "I just met Nadia?"

Her eyes widened before she dragged you towards Tuwaine's room, "Okay. Let's sit down."

'Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go,'

"You should move in here." Tom mumbled against your shirt.

You let out a small laugh, "You already have four roommates, love. One more might turn this into a barn."

He lifted his head off of your chest, "I'm serious. Driving from Manchester to Kingston all the time is such a hassle for you. We have recording studios here and it would make me the happiest man in the world if I could wake up to your gorgeousness everyday." he planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips.

You chuckled at his boyish grin, "It's only a three hour drive and I'm sure the boys don't want me imposing on your time with them."

He quickly shook his head, "I already talked to them about it and they want you here, too."

You raised your eyebrows, "Well, if you're sure it'll make you the happiest man in the world, I'll think about it."

"You already make me the happiest man in the world, but I needed something to convince you." he rested his head on your chest again as you laughed.

'So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"Are we ordering pizza?" Harrison yawned from beside you on the couch.

"Sushi?" you grinned hopefully.

Tuwaine shook his head, "We had sushi last night."

"Tom and I are making dinner for you guys!" Nadia reminded you from the kitchen.

Her arms wrapped around Tom's waist as he stirred whatever was in the pan he had on the stove.

You really hated their open floor layout at that moment since there wasn't a wall to block them from your view.

"Oh, yeah. What're you making?" Sam asked.

"Salmon with rice and steamed veggies." Tom answered without looking up from the pan.

Everyone made noises of realization as you turned to Harry, "Aliens or a tiger. Which do you think you could beat in a fight?" he asked.

You laughed before replying, "Hmm, depends. Are the aliens small or—"

"Tommy!" you heard a girly giggle and turned to see Tom with Nadia over his shoulder as they laughed and ran around the kitchen.

You quickly diverted your gaze to the coffee table. Forgetting about Harry's absurd question. All eyes were on you.

"What?" you asked when you finally looked up at your friends.

"Are you okay?" Harrison frowned from beside you before resting his head on your shoulder.

You let out a dry, quiet laugh, "Of course. As long as he's happy."

The looks of pity you received were almost as painful as the scene you witnessed moments ago.

'And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean,'

"Premiere day!" Zendaya walked into your shared hotel room with a bright smile, Nadia following behind her.

You faked a smile as you applied another coat of mascara, "You girls look gorgeous."

Zendaya was in a red and black sequin gown. Hair down and heels on. Nadia was dressed in a maroon silk dress with a slit on the side. Black heels dawning her feet. Both had makeup and accessories on matching their attire.

You were in an emerald green gown with a slit running down your left leg. Silver heels and silver jewellery to match.

"So do you!" Nadia exclaimed as she sat on Zendaya's bed.

"Are the boys coming soo—" Zendaya got cut off by three loud knocks on the door.

"I'll get it!" Nadia jumped up and opened the door.

Tom was stood before her in a maroon suit. Matching her dress. Black dress shoes. Matching her heels. Glasses on and a bright smile.

You watched as Tom ran his eyes down Nadia's outfit, "Well, aren't you just the most beautiful girl in the world?" he planted a kiss on her lips as you witnessed with envy.

"Aw, Tommy. I love you."

"I love you more, darling." he grinned before looking behind her.

Heart wrenching pain struck you again.

You watched as his mouth fell open by the slightest bit. Eyes growing wider.

He quickly snapped out of his daze, placing a pearly white smile on, "You two look absolutely stunning."

You acknowledged his compliment with a curt nod.

Zendaya let out a laugh, "Yup. About to out do you at your own premiere."

'Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?'

"Green or white?" you held up both dresses against your body.

Tom looked up from his phone, "Both of them will look amazing on you, love."

You sighed, "I appreciate the compliment, but I am meeting Sebastian Stan tonight. Now is not the time for indecisiveness. One of them will make me look bad and I need to know which one."

The Infinity War premiere was in two hours and your anxiety was growing by the minute.

"C'mere." he motioned you towards him with a 'come hither' gesture as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed. You made your way towards him. Standing in between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Absolutely gorgeous. You could make the ugliest dress look like something from a fairytale."

Your smile grew as he kissed your stomach, "Thank you, mi amor." you bent down and placed a peck on his forehead, leaning your head against his, you whispered, "Now, green or white?"

He chuckled and pecked your lips, "White."

You smiled before making your way to put on the white dress, "I love you."

"I love you more, darling."

'And now I'm picking her apart. Like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. But she's beautiful, she looks kind. She probably gives you butterflies.'

"I don't like her." you murmured.

Zendaya chuckled, "Nadia? You barely know the girl."

You nodded, "And I don't like her. I don't like her giggles and her nickname for him. I don't like her hair."

You knew you were looking for things to dislike, but there weren't any. She was a fan of your music, she complimented you all the time. She was genuinely a great person.

She sighed, "No, you don't like the fact that she's dating Tom. If she wasn't, you wouldn't be saying any of this."

You rolled your eyes and glared at her, "Can you let me be angry?"

She laid herself down on your mattress, "Nope. If you wanna be angry, be angry at Tom. Nadia hasn't done anything to you. You're better than this."

"God, I hate your optimistic side sometimes." you threw a pillow at her.

She laughed, "One of us needs to be the optimist."

You sighed, "Do you think he misses me?"

"Yes." she replied without hesitation.

You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows, "What makes you say that?"

She let out a long breath, "You need to talk to him about that."

'I hope you're happy. I wish you all the best, really. Say you love her, baby. Just not like you loved me. And think of me fondly when your hands are on her. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"And you're dead." you dropped the controller on your lap as you defeated Harrison in Super Smash Bros again.

He huffed like a child, "Unfair. I taught you how to play, how'd you get better than me?"

"Actually, I taught her how to play. And I am ten times better than you." Tuwaine corrected him.

Harrison scoffed, "Whatever. Sweaty nerds, the both of you."

Nadia spoke up from Tom's lap, "Can I try?"

You nodded, "Who do you wanna go against?"

She chuckled, "I think I'll verse Harrison. Seeing as how Y/N just kicked your ass, I wanna at least have a chance."

Her comment made you laugh as you handed her the controller and watched them pick their characters. You watched as Tom set his phone down and focused on the screen where his girlfriend chose Pichu.

"Choose Kirby." Tom told her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Why? Pichu is so cute."

"Y/N always plays as Kirby and she always wins. With that stupid power absorbing ability." he chuckled as his eyes landed on you.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the small detail he remembered before you played it off with a light laugh, "Not my fault you thought Luigi could beat Kirby everytime we played."

'Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo,'

You pressed on the keys of the piano in the boys' home. Singing your heart out. You still had your spare key and Harrison told you no one was home.

You were waiting for them to return from golfing so you could have your Sunday night dinners. It's been nearly four months since your breakup with Tom. Your album was due to be released on May twenty-first and you were letting the still evident pain fuel your lyrics.

"I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go. So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier." you faded out the piano and pressed stop on the recording on your phone.

Writing down small notes about the song and things to tweak, your thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"I'm not."

Your head snapped up. Tom was leaning against the doorframe behind you. Tears escaping his eyes.

"T-Tom. I'm sorry. Haz told me the house was empty and I just started playing and- Wait. What did you say?" realization dawned on you.

He stepped closer and sat beside you on the piano bench, "I'm not happier. Hell, I'm not even happy." he gave a pathetic attempt at a laugh, staring straight at the black and white keys.

Your mind was trying to catch up with everything happening, trying to register his words, the state he was in. Grey sweats, black tee. Messy hair and red eyes.

"Why?"

He released a heavy sigh, "There's so many things you could be asking 'why' about. Why did I break up with you? Why am I with Nadia? Why am I not happy? Why the hell am I crying? Which one is it, Y/L/N?"

You blinked a few times, "All of them."

He sniffled and rubbed his face, "I felt like I was holding you back." he started, catching a glimpse of your confused expression, he continued, "You hadn't released any music in over year. There were so many articles saying that I was the reason that the biggest pop star in the world was quitting music. I didn't want to be the reason for that."

"You weren't and you aren't." you assured him.

He shrugged, "I just felt like you would do a lot better without me. And you are. Look at you, your fifth album is coming out next month." he nudged you with his shoulder, "I'm proud of you," he smiled.

"T-thank you."

He nodded, "Anyways, why am I with Nadia? Um, a few days after we broke up, I went to a friend's place to distract myself, as one does. She was there. She was a distraction. I never meant for it to get this far. You know, she actually asked me to be her boyfriend." he chuckled dryly to himself as you listened intently. "I guess, I thought it'd be easier to move on if I had something else to pour my love into?"

You nodded slowly, "Okay, I somewhat get that. So you really do love her?"

He quickly shook his head, "No, no, I don't. I mean, I can't. No one can truly love two people at once. And I think that answers the question of why I'm not happy." he paused and faced you completely, "I'm crying because hearing that song and hearing how evident your pain in it is, that will make anyone cry. I'm crying because I miss you and I miss us. I-I miss what we had and what we were. I miss your kisses and your stupid jokes that only you laugh at. I miss going on walks with you and Tess. I just miss you."

There was a long period of silence after his confession. You were trying to process all the information he was giving. He was cursing himself for being so straightforward. The longer it went without a response from you, the more anxious he got. He grabbed your hands, holding them to his lips.

"Please say something. Anything."

Déjà vu.

You swallowed, "You want honesty?" he nodded, "Okay, I was so mad at you. I-I was infuriated. Y-you told me you weren't ready to give a hundred percent of yourself and that you couldn't be in a relationship until you could give all of yourself to that person. Then a month later, you're with her. Making me feel like you just couldn't give yourself to me." you paused and shook your head, "You could've told me the truth. You should've told me the truth. We could've talked about it. We could've avoided months of awkward run ins and no communication." he nodded, still holding your hands in his, "I'm not gonna lie and say I don't miss you because I do, I miss you more than anything, but we shouldn't be doing this or saying these things while you're with her." you removed your hands from his.

He spent a moment looking down at his fingers. Releasing short breaths. "I don't want to be with her."

"But you are. And I don't want you to break up with her for me. Because that's not how things work, Tom. But you shouldn't stay with her either. Especially if this is how you're feeling. That's just unfair to her." you shook your head and felt your mind clear.

He nodded and met your gaze, "This is the end of us, huh?"

You shook your head, "I don't think there will ever be an end to us." you laughed dryly.

He agreed with a smile, "For forever and a day, remember?"

You nodded, "For forever and a day."

[bbysamu]

Haikyuu boys when you start talking like Toge Inumaki from Jujutsu Kaisen 

featuring:: IWAIZUMI Hajime, MIYA Atsumu, KOZUME Kenma, SUGAWARA Koshi 

genre:: fluff/comedy 

warning:: none

Inumaki’s words explained:: salmon (affirmation / confirmation); bonito flakes (disagreement); kelp (greeting); mustard leaf (concern/worry); ikura (expletive); mentaiko (expletive); tuna (focus); tuna tuna (look); tuna mayo (talk) 

❥ IWAIZUMI Hajime 

You stand outside the Aoba Johsai gym, smiling at the boys as they pass you by. “Y/n-senpai, Iwa-senpai will be out in just a second.” You gave Kindaichi a nod of gratitude. Right on cue, your boyfriend comes out with his best friend. “Hi Y/N-chan! Sorry, were you waiting long for me?” Oikawa says with a flirty smile that quickly turned sour as your boyfriend punches him. “Stop flirting with my girlfriend, Crappykawa.” “salmon”. The two boys stop their banter and look up at you in confusion. “Salmon?” Iwaizumi turns to you, “do you want sushi for dinner?” You shake your head, “bonito flakes.” Oikawa turns to his best friend, “um, I think your girlfriend is broken.” “bonito flakes” you reply, glaring at Oikawa before turning to your boyfriend with a wink, “tuna tuna.” Iwaizumi widens his eyes in recognition, a glint of mischief when he finally catches on. “tuna mayo?” he asks. “salmon” You nodded. “yo what is going on?!” The two of you turn to Oikawa. “mustard leaf?” you ask. “salmon”, Iwaizumi replies in confirmation. Oikawa looks at the two of you in fear, “something’s wrong with you two”. He starts running towards Makki and Mattsun, “MAKKI, MATTSUN. COME HERE! IWA-CHAN and Y/N-CHAN ARE BROKEN!” The two of you laugh. “babe, how does Inumaki say “I love you?” You shrug, before pulling him into a kiss. Iwa laughs, “salmon”. 

❥ MIYA Atsumu

The whole idea to talk like Toge Inumaki was actually Osamu’s. It was payback because Atsumu kept bashing on the anime without ever watching it. “Y/N you ready?” Osamu whispers. “salmon”. “Amazing, you’re already doing great. Alright, here he comes.” Atsumu approaches your usual cafeteria table, very naturally sliding in right next to you, placing a tender kiss on your cheeks. “Hi baby.” “Kelp!” Atsumu scratches his head, “um...I said “Hi baby.” You kiss him back on the cheek, “kelp”. “okay....what do you want for lunch today? I was thinking maybe the curry?” You smile and nodded, “salmon”. Atsumu looks up from the menu, “you want salmon?” You shake your head, “bonito flakes”. Atsumu looks at Osamu in confusion, “what’s going on?” Osamu bites his cheeks from laughing before turning to you and points at the picture of curry on the menu, “tuna tuna.” You smile and nod again, “salmon”. “okay, she wants the curry.” Atsumu whips his head back and forth between you and his brother. “hold up, what is going on! Why do you guys have your own language now? WHY AM I BEING LEFT OUT?” He continues to whine so much you finally give in, “shut up Atsumu! It’s the language of Inumaki okay?” “WHO IS INUMAKI?” “you have to watch Jujutsu Kaisen to find out.” “not that crappy show.” “bonito flakes.” “argh fine, if I watch it will you talk regularly?” “salmon”. Atsumu holds up his hands in defeat, “fine, I'll watch it tonight. But you better cuddle with me”. You and Osamu exchange smiles of victory, as Atsumu grumbles under his breath, “what the heck is a Inumaki?” 

❥ KOZUME Kenma 

You glare at your boyfriend, who is too busy looking down at his game to notice. All you wanted was a cute cafe date with Kenma after school, to tell each other about your days. That’s apparently too much to ask because he’s got to “catch some fishes to pay Tom Nook for his new room”. A few more minutes passed before he finally puts down his switch. “okay, babe. I’m sorry but I’m done now. What do you want to drink?” You glare at him, “mentaiko”. Kenma looks at you weirdly, “I don’t think they sell mentaiko as a drink here and that sounds disgusting.” You point at the picture of the matcha latte, “tuna tuna.” “that’s matcha, babe. Not tuna”. Kenma watches Jujutsu Kaisen too and quickly catches onto your game. He decides he’ll try to infuriate you until you speak normally to him. “you gotta use your words. I don’t know what you want.” “bonito flakes.” “I'm pretty sure they don't sell that here.” You point again to the matcha latte, “tuna tuna”. Kenma nods, “okay I understand now. Wait here, I'll go get our drinks.” A few minutes later, he returns with a pinkish-looking drink. “Here you go honey, it’s the drink you ordered -- tuna tuna”. You scrunch up your nose at the strong stench of tuna, “what the fudge is this? I asked for a matcha latte.” “you can finally speak properly now?” You glare at him once you realize he’s toying with you, “I hate you”. Kenma smiles, “salmon”. 

❥ SUGAWARA Koshi 

Your boyfriend had promised he’d wait for you to watch the latest episode of Fruit Basket, but when you found out he watched it without you, you decided to get a little revenge. Instead of waiting for him, you watched the newest JJK episode where Inumaki was introduced. “Good morning my love.” Sugawara sweetly greets you, interlacing your fingers with his, “how was class this morning?” You sigh, “mustard leaf”. “mustard leaf? Were you guys learning about vegetables or something.” “bonito flakes.” He stops in his tracks, “babe, I have no idea what you’re saying.” “ikura”, you reply and shrugs. “okay...well if you’re not going to tell me about your class, I'll tell you about mine.” “salmon”. He gives you a weird look before continuing, “yeah, so Daichi accidentally lets out a fart in class....” Sugawara does his best to continue his conversation but finally explodes after your fifth “salmon”. “Y/N. What is going on?! Why do you keep saying onigiri ingredients?!” You remove your hand from his, “that’s what you get for watching Fruit Basket without me!” “wait, are onigiri ingredients a JJK spoiler?” “maybe.” He turns the other way. “Sugawara Koshi. Where do you think you’re going?” “I gotta go watch JJK now so I can communicate with you. See you in 20 minutes babe!” 

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[1] Take it.

Part 2 Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader Written from the perspective of Sukuna My first post! I wonder if anyone will read it? It's kind of long. The sexy stuff starts happening about halfway through. This is just one chapter so some things might not make sense. Let me know if you liked it and want more! Preface: A woman sorcerer challenged Sukuna. Her technique was able to nullify his, ending in a draw between the two. Frustrated at his inability to kill her, he decides to “take her” in “another way”. The cocky brat rejects him easily but he’s determined to win her over little by little when she visits him the next day.

She left quickly after our battle. I wanted to chase after her. She hadn’t even told me her name but the way she mocked me riled my soul up. A fire began to burn in my core and soon, I felt it in all of my blood. I was almost unsure if I wanted to kill her or fuck her. I hadn’t met a Jujutsu sorcerer as strong as her before, strong enough to go toe-to-toe with me. And strong enough to resist me. I couldn’t kill her so right now, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her. I can win in other ways. I wanted to earn her affection and make her mine. With her by my side, nothing would be able to stop me.

The next day, she came back to me. I was delighted.

“You thought about it, didn’t you? Did you rethink your stance?”

She replied to me with disgust.

“I’m here to waste your time and keep you from killing.”

I scoffed.

How can I win her over? After my ‘sex with hundreds of women’ comment last time, she obviously wants nothing to do with me. I can’t force her into submission because she neutralizes my techniques and she can use it against me. Should I buy her affection? Maybe gifts would do.

She noticed I was in thought and she used the pause to take a seat at the base of the mountain of skulls. She pulled out a book and began to read. She was bored with me again. She is so fucking infuriating. I wanted so badly to kill her but I couldn’t. So I thought I wanted so badly to ruin her and make her feel so good she submits to me. But she pretended I didn’t exist.

I jumped down from my throne to be closer to her.

“What’s your name?”

Without looking up from her book, she said just her first name.

“Akahime.”

“Oh? So you’re one of the heavenly twins. The red princess.”

“Mhm.”

Her one word replies irritated me. Women have died just getting too close to me and now there was one who not only rejected me but could stop me too. My usual approach wasn’t working so I tried being more direct.

“I want to talk to you.”

She immediately responded.

“I told you I’m not interested.”

“Please.”

She closed her book with both hands and put it down. I felt pitiful almost begging her just to speak with her.

“You’re annoying.”

I winced at her comment.

“What if we talked over dinner?”

“We wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without you being noticed. Plus, you might just try to kill everyone.”

“Then I’ll have one of my servants bring us something. You didn’t bring food, right? You’ll get hungry eventually.”

She put her index finger on her chin and looked up. She had a cute thinking face. If I could hear her thoughts, she probably cursed in her head that she forgot to bring something to eat.

“Okay, fine. I want an omakase from the most expensive sushi restaurant in Japan. I also want a bottle of sake. It better be warm too.”

This little brat. She’s a foot shorter than me but she treats me as if I’m the small one. I sighed in exasperation and I snapped my fingers for a servant to quickly appear. Akahime wondered where they came from.

“You heard her. Fetch. Quickly.”

They scurried out of the lair. I went to take a seat beside her. She looked uncomfortable and moved farther from me once I sat down. I sighed.

“I won’t bite. I just want to talk.”

She turned to me and smiled.

“Let’s talk over dinner!”

Ugh. She’s really cute, even when she’s nicely rejecting me. I was losing my composure. I was so frustrated that she wasn’t giving a single thing. I wanted to get on top of her and show her just why women come to me. But she might just leave altogether.

“Okay, looking forward to it then.”

I made my way back to my throne. I leaned my elbow against the armrest and held my head up with my hand. I wondered, what could I say to make her trust me? It felt like an eternity had passed once the food arrived. The servant laid all of the sushi out. Akahime and I sat on the floor. I poured her some sake and she took the small cup with a smile.

“Thank you, Sukuna!”

She could look so sweet. I was taken aback from it, considering how cocky she had been the entire time. She must really love this restaurant.

“Itadakimasu!”

We clapped our hands and she immediately went for a piece of salmon.

“I love this place! Oh, you ordered the omakase too? Wow, so you have money?”

Her personality completely changed.

“I’ve eaten at this place a couple of times. I like their omakase too. And yes, I have money.”

Maybe gifts were the way to go. I quickly wrote down some items for my servant to get.

She picked up a piece of toro and presented it to me with her other hand.

“This is my favorite.”

She plopped it into her mouth and she closed her eyes and smiled.

“Mmm!”

The way to her heart is through her stomach, I guess. We continued our dinner and I kept refilling her cup. She drank happily, finishing it quickly each time. Blush started to form across her cheeks and nose. We had just finished eating too.

She sighed.

“Ah. I feel like I ate too much.”

Her words slurred a bit and she put her head down on the table.

“I’m going to fall asleep right here.”

I helped her keep her head up.

“No, don’t do that. I got you something.”

My servant entered and set down a futon for her.

“I got you a futon to sleep on. It’s stuffed with goose feathers.”

She looked at me and then the futon with amazement.

“Wow! I have to lay on it right now!”

She finished the rest of the sake in the bottle and crawled over to the futon. I had the perfect view of her ass and I could see the outline of her panties. A chill went through me.

She laid out on the futon and cuddled the pillow, which was stuffed with goose feathers as well.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s really comfortable.”

Her smile was so charming and the way she looked up at me with sparkles in her eyes made me want to have her right at this moment.

“I got you something else.”

My servant handed her a white and flowy off-the-shoulder nightgown. She sat up and took it from the servant, who left quickly.

“I’m going to wear it now. Close your eyes.”

I covered my eyes but couldn’t help but peep through the cracks. She had stripped down to her panties and I could see her perky breasts and perfect ass. She clumsily slipped on the dress.

“Okay. I’m done changing.”

I uncovered my eyes and saw her unobstructed in the dress. She looked so dainty and was being so sweet. Was this the same girl I fought with? The same girl that I lost to? I examined her, thinking that she looked so innocent. I hungered for her. The off-the-shoulder part made her look even more enticing. I have good taste.

“It looks good on you.”

“Did you pick this out? I like it.”

“I did.”

We made eye contact for a few seconds and then she abruptly turned her back to me. She sat back down on the futon, swaying a bit from side to side. I thought for a second. Could this be my chance to close in? I didn’t want to respond. I might anger her and she’d tell me to leave her alone. I took a seat close to her instead.

“Did you enjoy the dinner?”

She was all smiles, not a hint of maliciousness or cockiness she had shown me before. My heart ached a little because of it.

“It was delicious and the sake is great! I feel good right now. Thank you, Sukuna.”

She said my name again and a chill ran down my spine. I wanted to make some contact with her. Just my index finger to her face or putting my hand over hers. I fucking hated this. I was doing so much to make her comfortable just so she wouldn’t push me away. Never in my life have I ever had to work for a woman’s affection. It pissed me off to no end. Why couldn’t I just have her already? The dress on her was making me lose my shit. The soft outline of her breasts in it. I didn’t want to take my eyes off of her. I just wanted to devour her.

She gave me a look of disapproval and then put her hands in my face to obstruct my view.

“Stop staring at me like that! I’m not a meal.”

Her hands were so small. I wanted to hold them in mine but instead, I grabbed her wrist. She had a surprised look which slowly sank to annoyance.

“Did you want something?”

Since she didn’t try to break free from my grasp, I kept holding her wrist up. I thought of the right words to say. What could I even say?

“I want you.”

She gently took back her wrist.

“I can’t help you.”

I brushed the hair in her face behind her ear.

“Why?”

A look of innocence took over her facial expression and the blush from the alcohol reddened even more from the blush of her reservations.

“I'm no stranger to foreplay but I want my first time to be with someone who’s also never fucked before.”

The way the crude word escaped her lips while she looked like an angel turned something on in me. I started to get erect and I wanted to let myself lose control. I don’t care what she does to me. I just want to touch her once.

“I have a lot of experience. I’ll figure out how to please you quickly.”

Her look had a hint of sadness.

“I won’t compromise on this.”

God damn it. Why did I have to be such a whore? I can’t even remember anyone I’ve had sex with.

“Can I just touch you then?”

I braced myself for rejection. Her head tilted to the side. I wonder if she was actually thinking about it.

“Sure.”

I was shocked. I wanted to jump her right then and there but I had to control myself. I was being given a little and I was more than happy to take what I could get. She let me choose what position I would touch her in. I had her lay back on my arm and I cradled her like a baby. My hand just touching her soft skin and shoulders made me want to shudder but I needed to keep my cool in front of her. I raised my hand slowly to caress her face. We made eye contact and her glossy stare at me made me want to see what other faces she could make.

Holding her face in my hand, I tilted it and leaned in to kiss her. She didn’t protest. It looked like she was going to keep her eyes open during it, so I kept mine open as well. Our lips met and it felt like the air was knocked out of me. Her lips were so soft and I tasted a bit of her. She’s so sweet. I looked up to ask her.

“How was that?”

“That was nice.”

I kissed her again, taking the pace slow. I put my hand on her back and gradually moved it down. I stopped at her ass to grab it lightly and I think I felt my cock twitch just now. As we shared another kiss, this time I lightly put my tongue in her mouth and brushed against hers. She stayed still at first but then she kissed me back, just the way her tongue moved said to me that she knows what she’s doing. My thoughts corrupted as I thought about my cock in her mouth. I imagined her tongue twirling around my head. I began to drool. Some of it spilled down her chin.

She pushed me up. I gasped a bit being separated from her lips.

“Ugh. You’re getting your drool everywhere.”

“Sorry.”

I wiped it off of my chin and hers. I then leaned back down to press my lips against hers again. I couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted so sweet. I grabbed and squeezed one of her breasts and then I pinched her nipple and rubbed it between my index finger and thumb. She gasped. She was so responsive to my touch. I moved my hand under her dress to play with her exposed nipple and she let out a soft moan. I stopped kissing her to see the look on her face. Her eyes stared back at me with a lusty gaze. I needed more of her right now.

I sat her in front of me with her legs draping over mine. My hand found its way between her thighs. It was so warm and when I rubbed her pussy through her underwear, I felt the wet fabric. I shivered. I kept thinking that I needed to be inside her right now. I swiftly slipped her panties off and lightly teased her opening, coating my fingers in her arousal. She was so wet and it was driving me fucking crazy. I moved up to her clit and began to rub it slowly. Her eyes widened and she let out a sultry moan. Fuck. That’s sexy.

I quickened the pace, making sure to rub every little spot on her clit. Her moans were more frequent and her breathing was heavier. It became hard for her to focus. I pressed the issue by leaning into her and kissing the nape of her neck. She was so warm and aroused. I loved seeing how submissive she became once I started pleasing her. She had little to no protests.

I moved my middle finger down to slowly slide inside of her. She yelped softly and it took everything I had not to take her right now. I wanted to bury my cock deep inside of her but you know she would never let you. I was a bit eager so I put my ring finger into her as well. Her walls were warm and soft and she was already so tight on my fingers. I was about to beg her for her pussy right now. Instead, I started fingering her at a leisurely pace. She clenched around my fingers and I felt her moan down my spine. I whispered in her ear.

“How does that feel?”

I faced her. She looked like she was in a daze. She was struggling to speak. I smirked. I had her exactly where I wanted her.

“What happened, brat? Nothing to say now?”

She tilted her head to look at me with scrutiny and I knew it wasn’t time for that yet.

“I didn’t mean that.”

We continued on and I used my other hand to rub her clit. Her moans were so loud and they provoked me. I pressed in different areas of her pussy looking for the perfect spot. Each time I had touched a new place, she moaned even louder. She was so sensitive and it excited me to no end.

We were face-to-face.

“Look at me.”

She tried to focus but she was too lost in the pleasure I was giving her.

I took my fingers out of her to snap them. We then made eye contact.

“Look. At. Me.”

She nodded and I put my fingers back in her. I was just about there. I pressed on that spot, what do they call it nowadays? I don’t know. Well, it’s the spot that evokes orgasms. I pinned the spot and her eyes widened.

“Sukuna…”

“What is it, princess?”

She gasped and she whined out.

“You’re so good.”

My heart stopped for a moment from her sweet comment. Fuck. What is she fucking doing to me?

I fingered the spot harder and rubbed her clit faster. The way her pussy sucked on my fingers alerted me that she was close. I had to see the look on her face once she cums. Then I would have won one of our little battles. I varied my movement to keep her engaged. I would switch from rubbing her clit up and down to rubbing it in circles. Then I would alternate from softly fingering that sensitive spot to playing with it roughly. The air was drowned in her moans and it was so satisfying to finally get her in my hands. This was the grand finale for her.

We made intense eye contact with each other. She was in ecstasy but she also looked a bit scared. She knew what was about to happen too. I wanted to establish a little bit of dominance right here.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“Huh?”

She didn’t hear me, she was too lost in the feeling.

“Say you’re sorry for being a brat.”

Her head perked up and she was a little confused. She looked a bit nervous and she seemed choked up. I touched her slowly and I gently smiled at her. She was struggling to speak.

“Or do you want me to stop?”

With a worried look on her face, she shook her head.

“Then say it.”

I gave her a cold and stern stare, and tears began to form in her eyes. I picked up the pace in my rhythm again, rubbing her clit agonizingly and fingering her pussy. I wanted to let her know this was just a preview of what I could do to her. I held her right there. I’d push her over the edge as soon as she says it.

“I’m… I’m…”

She stuttered but she was about to spit it out right now. Half a second before her orgasm hits, she bursts into tears and cried out loudly.

“I’M SORRY!”

She wails as her orgasm consumes her. I pulled her close to me and embraced her while she came. It started in her pussy and traveled in waves to the tips of her fingers and toes. She was shaking. She tried to catch her breath and I felt so fucking satisfied. I held her while she cried and whimpered. It must have been overwhelming for her.

I took a hold of her chin and tilted her head to give her a kiss on the lips.

“How was that? Has anyone ever touched you like that?”

She looked down, shy and embarrassed.

“Not like that...”

I gave her another kiss. Her eyes were still teary and I wiped the moisture from her cheeks. I wanted to take it further so badly but she looked exhausted.

“Are you going to bed now?”

I hoped she wouldn’t but she laid out on the futon.

“I think so.”

She yawned and squeezed one of the pillows tightly in her arms. I pet her head once then got up.

“Good night then.”

I walked away wondering if I should contact one of my concubines. I was dying for Aka’s touch but I wouldn’t get it and I desperately needed release. If she found out though, I might ruin the little bit she was giving me. Do I really have to jerk off tonight? Me? The King of Curses?

“Sukuna.”

She sat upright and her head was perked up, watching me leave. I turned to her in surprise.

“Yes?”

She wanted to say something but she was struggling. She looked a bit frustrated but then she shook her head.

“Good night.”

Drive a fucking stake through my heart why don’t you? I walked to my bedroom and laid out on my futon. My erection was poking through my kimono, trying to free itself. I rubbed my erection through my underwear and kimono and I thought of how soft her lips were. I let the garment drop to the floor and slipped my underwear off. I grabbed my cock and groaned, stroking it up and down. I closed my eyes and imagined her crawling over to me in her dainty dress. How she would look up at me with her hungry eyes. The face she would make as she slowly sits on my cock for the first time.

I stroked myself faster, focusing on the head for a bit and then going down the entire shaft. My breathing was heavier and I got closer and closer. I started to think that maybe I should have asked her for a hand or blow job. I knew releasing myself would leave me nowhere near being satisfied. I felt pathetic. I felt like I was stooping so low for some brat but just picturing her smiling at me steeled my resolve. In my thoughts, she asks me to cum inside of her. I think of coating her insides with it, her virgin pussy being filled up for the first time. I groan loudly and blow my load all over my thighs. I then picture her thanking me for fucking her and I breathe deeply, trying to catch my breath. My cock was still upright and unrelenting, aching for more. I knew this wouldn’t be enough. I sighed and went to clean myself up.

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Business Trip: 780 Days

Parts One, Two, and Three of the Nayeon prequels.

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Day 3: 

On your first date Im Nayeon reaches over and swipes the two pieces of delicious-looking salmon sashimi off the wooden tray of sushi the waiter had just placed in front of you.

“I love salmon,” she says.

Her theft complete, she takes two pieces of tamago sushi from her own tray and places them on yours. It was clearly meant to be some sort of payment or compensation for the grand theft sushi that had just been committed in front of your very eyes - a deal you were clearly on the losing end of.

You look up at her, still a little dumbfounded at her brashness during a first date, when most people were often overly concerned with being on their best manners and presenting the best version of themselves that they could. But here she was, swiping the two most delicious - and expensive - pieces of sushi from you, uncaring of your say in the matter.

You are about to open your mouth and start a tirade about how unjust and unfair this transaction was for you, when she gives you a smile - toothy and gummy, not a hint or remorse on her adorable features. 

The prominence of her two front teeth remind you a little bit of those of a rabbit. You smile back despite how surprised you were by her sushi theft.

This probably wasn’t going to last very long.

Day 7:

ImNayeon says: I had a good time last week :)

You say: So did I!

ImNayeon says: I owe you some salmon I guess. Free on Friday?

You sigh out loud as you receive her text. You didn’t have the best of first dates. You didn’t have much in common, she seemed a little more straightforward than you would’ve liked, and you weren’t sure you were over the entire sushi theft thing. 

She was cute, though, and that smile - that damn smile.

You didn’t know it at the time, but as you type your response a smile has crept onto your lips.

You say: Sure - pick you up at 7?

Day 20:

Your first time was awkward. 

You were both young and inexperienced, bumbling around each others’ bodies trying to recreate things you’d seen in porn or trying something that might have worked with a previous partner, not quite realizing just yet that every person’s body is different, and what worked for your prom date on prom night was by no means guaranteed to work for this young woman.

But what you lacked in experience you more than made up for with enthusiasm. It had been months since your last hookup, and from the second you’d entered her dorm room you were metaphorically and physically salivating at the opportunity to sleep with her. Nayeon seemed a little more hesitant, a little more nervous about where things were going, but she was still clearly as into it as you were, if the soft gasps and sighs that left her mouth as you explored her neck were any indication. Your hands, hungry to finally have the opportunity to explore her body for the first time, roam her small, tight frame, squeezing her cute little butt, caressing her back, pressing against her sides.

You both stumble onto the bed - quite literally, as you were both too focused on exploring each others’ mouths to realize how close it actually was. Nayeon falls onto it first, a cute little giggle leaving her mouth as she does so. You loom over her for a moment, enraptured by her smile, those cute bunny teeth of hers, those welcoming lips, her button nose, those perfect, expressive eyes rendered into adorable upside down arcs - her image took your breath away.

You find a smile appearing at the corner of your lips, the way it always seemed to whenever you spent time with this amazing young woman who had been at the center of your thoughts over the past couple of weeks. Sometimes it was something she said or did that made you smile - a funny joke, the way she reacted with half-serious anger when you teased her about her unusually large hands, the clumsy way she blew strands of hair away from her face while she studied. Sometimes she made you smile just by being her - when she was doing nothing in particular, managing to bring a smile to your lips even before you knew your lips were moving.

The sex that was to come was awkward, clumsy, far from being the best sex you’d ever had. But when it is over and you are both lying there with her head on your chest, you take a moment to look down and watch as she begins to doze off, her eyes slowly becoming too heavy for her to keep open, until finally she drifts off and begins to lightly snore.

You add that moment to the growing list of moments when Im Nayeon made you smile.

Day 21: 

“...and counting you, yeah, that’s the number.”

Nayeon takes a moment to respond, and you fear that you might have surprised her with how many girls you’d slept with. Should you have lied? What number was she expecting when she asked you? You tilt your head as best you could to try and get a look at her face as she rests her head in the crook of your neck. She is facing away from the nearby window and the mid-morning sunlight of the day after your first time together sheds little light on her expression.

“Is that… a lot for you?” you ask.

“No, no it’s not,” she replies, “Don’t worry, I’m not a prude or anything. People can sleep with as many people as they want. It’s just sex. This isn’t the 1800s.”

You find it a little difficult to gauge her reaction from her flat response.

“Some of them were just one night stands. Stupid drunken hookups at house parties. They didn’t mean anything-”

“What about me? Do I mean anything?” she asks suddenly. She tilts her head up at you, and you are relieved to see the cheesy smile on her face that told you she had meant the question mostly as a joke.

“Of course you do,” you reply, before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, “I don’t usually buy my sexual partners dinner.”

Nayeon gives you a punch to the gut, and while she meant it to be playful it still caught you unprepared. 

“What about you?” you ask once sufficiently recovered. “What’s your number?”

Nayeon takes another moment to consider her answer, tapping her bottom lip with her index finger as though reviewing the entirety of her sexual history in her head. The length of time she takes to compose her answer makes you more than a little nervous, but you resolve to accept whatever number she gives you - she was right; it wasn’t the 1800s.

Nayeon’s finger leaves her mouth and she places it back onto your chest, where she begins to idly play with a random patch of skin.

“Counting you?” she asks, softly.

“Yeah.”

“One,” she answers.

Day 113:

Im Nayeon turned out to be a pretty good shot.

Of the ten targets set up at the carnival booth you were currently visiting, she downed eight with her BB gun - good enough for the surprised staff member to give her her choice of oversized stuffed animal.

“You’re a pretty damn good shot,” you say as you leave the booth, a large stuffed rabbit slung over your back. “If you’re some sort of international super spy you should probably tell me now.”

“Nope, not a spy,” she answers as she takes a bite from the large cloud of cotton candy she just bought from a nearby stand. She rips off a small piece and pops it into your mouth before hooking her arm in yours.

“Special Forces?”

“Nah, I don’t take orders very well.”

“Cop?”

“Fuck cops,” she says plainly, an edge in her voice. “No way in hell I’d ever want to be a cop.”

Day 283: 

It didn’t take long for sex to become a regular and frequent occurence with Nayeon.

It almost seemed like your first time together had flipped a switch inside the young woman, as though she were introduced to this new exciting thing that she had to have at every opportunity. 

You were both taking mid-level classes now and while the school workload and extracurricular commitments had ramped up, you both made sure to set time aside for each other. Nayeon was a caring, loving young woman and you were constantly in awe at the fact that you were lucky enough to be in a relationship with her. She was everything you had ever wanted in a girlfriend, and you did your best to make her feel as such. She rarely admitted it with words, but you could tell from the small things - the way she held your hand, the way she always bought you little trinkets and snacks and gifts, the way she looked longingly into your eyes every now and then - that she must have felt the same. 

It surprised you, then, that such a sweet and caring girl could be so aggressive and daring when it came to sex. You’d figured her to be the vanilla, simple type, especially after your first time together - but she quickly became open to experimenting with different positions and kinks. It was most often her that wanted to try new things in the bedroom - or the library, or the bathroom. Recently she’d taken a liking to two new kinks - light bondage, and sex in increasingly daring places on campus.

Nayeon hated the professor of the mid-level criminology class she was currently taking, and so she wanted to exact some measure of revenge on him by having sex on the lectern in the lecture hall a few hours before her class. It was a flimsy excuse, but you weren’t one to turn down such an opportunity.

She even dressed for the occasion - her blue plaid skirt and the tight white button up she wore gave her all the appearance of an innocent schoolgirl, even if the shirt was currently undone and the skirt bunched up around her waist. She even went through the trouble of wearing white knee socks and a blue tie to complete the schoolgirl ensemble, although the tie was currently serving rather admirably as a restraint for her wrists, bound behind her back.

You are almost worried that being pressed face down onto the lectern without her hands to support her was painful for her, but the tightness of her tight, slick pussy wrapped around your cock and her endless stream of only half-suppressed sighs and moans convinced you that there was nothing to be worried about. Your hands wander her helpless body as you take her roughly from behind, sometimes squeezing a cute ass cheek, sometimes pulling her body back by her shoulders as you slam forward with your hips, sometimes grasping a handful of chocolate hair, moistened with sweat, and pulling back, enjoying the gasp of pleasure and pain that leaves her throat with each tug of her hair.

Fucking her over the lecture hall lectern was a risky move, of course, given that absolutely anyone in the university community could have walked in and witnessed you pounding away at her - but Nayeon’s sexual appetite had become more and more ravenous in the past couple of months, and when she decided she wanted it, you were in no position to refuse her.

It had started simple enough, with some relatively vanilla sexual positions in her dorm room or yours. And then it turned into weekends where you did little more than eat, sleep and fuck. Then you began fucking on campus, starting in the library against the bookshelves, and then in washrooms between classes - culminating now in this afternoon’s escapade, your most brazen one yet.

You wonder, for a split second, what the punishment might be should a faculty member walk in and find you two going at it atop the lecture hall’s stage. But as Nayeon’s pussy tightens around you and her moans begin to reach a crescendo, you realize that you would have accepted any such punishment with a happy, satisfied smile on your face.

“I’m gonna fucking cum on your cock,” Nayeon states through gritted teeth, matter-of-factly, as though she were answering a question posed by her professor, and not being fucked atop his lectern. “You’re so… so fucking big inside me.”

The audacity of the situation she had put you in - the thrill of the possibility of being caught, her schoolgirl outfit, the tight, wet heat of her pussy and the level of arousal she was clearly experiencing - it was no surprise how turned on you both were. Your bodies made it obvious.

“And you’re so fucking tight, Nayeon. Are you… gonna think of us fucking on this lectern when you’re in class later?”

“Fuck yes!” Nayeon gasps, “Fuck, fuck yes, I want to picture you fucking me on this lectern while the professor gives his lecture, it’s gonna make me so wet, oh fuck, oh fuck… I want to sit in class with your cum in my pussy, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Fucking cum for me, Nayeon,” you spit. 

“Oh fuck oh god I’m gonna fucking cum oh fuck I’m cumming!--”

You grit your teeth as she does just that, her body tightening and pulsating around you, her limbs shaking as she tries and fails to contain the pleasure radiating out from her core. You consider joining her, and your aching cock almost begs for release as it continues to pound the quivering young woman atop the lectern - but you do your best to hang on a little longer, seeking to savor every moment, relish every thrust into Nayeon’s tight, slick pussy.

And so when the door to the lecture hall opens, you almost don’t realize it.

Nayeon is thankfully more alert than you, and even through her post-orgasm haze she realizes the danger the opening of the door posed to the both of you. Before you realize what she is doing she pushes herself off you and off the lectern, ducking beneath it. On her knees, she quickly turns to face you and before you know it she takes your cock into her mouth.

You are left breathless, suddenly going from having your cock buried in your girlfriend’s pussy to having her under the lectern and having your cock buried in her mouth literally leaves you unable to move, much less process the fact that someone else has entered the lecture hall.

It is a few more seconds before you are cognizant enough to realize that the newcomer is dressed in grey overalls - a janitor. While he is far off at the top of the stairs that lead to the entrance of the large lecture hall, from his stooped posture you could tell he was likely an older gentleman. The fact that the lectern is a solid piece of wood, combined with the janitor’s age and eyesight, likely meant that there was little chance of him realizing Nayeon was there.

“Oh, sorry, professor, I didn’t know you were in here. Just cleaning up the garbage bins,” the janitor says as he shuffles towards the bins at either corner of the hall.

“Oh, no problem at all,” you answer, your voice wavering only slightly as Nayeon continues to take your stiff, aching cock in and out of her mouth, “I’m just… getting some notes ready.”

You make a show of shuffling some random papers and forms that were lying atop the lectern. You are too afraid to look down, knowing that the sight of Nayeon’s large, expressive eyes as she took your cock in and out between her lips, her arms still bound behind her, might be too much for you to handle.

“Nice weather we’re having, eh?” the janitor asks in a pleasant tone as he finally reaches one of the bins at the corner of the hall.

“Wonderful!” you snap, your voice cracking as you answer, “-wonderful. It’s pretty damn hot down there.”

“Down there?” the janitor asks, quizzically. 

“Out there. Sorry. I meant to say ‘out there.’”

“Ah,” he responds, before shuffling, painfully slowly, towards the other bin.

Beneath the lectern Nayeon redoubles her efforts, as though challenging you to cum before the janitor leaves the room. Her lips tighten around your cock, her tongue dancing in random patterns around and under your head, each swipe of it sending fierce shocks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your grip tightens on the lectern’s edge as you seek some outlet for the pleasure.

You try to focus on the random notes that some previous professor had left on the lectern, trying to avoid looking down at Nayeon as she continues to suck deeply on your cock. At the top of the lecture hall the janitor has almost reached the second bin.

You notice some struggling going on beneath the lectern, and you glance down long enough to see that Nayeon has relieved herself of the tie wrapped around her wrists - you hadn’t deemed it necessary to double knot it, trusting in her lust and newfound desire to be bound up to keep her wrists tied. 

You watch, enraptured, as Nayeon takes you halfway into her mouth, her eyes locked on yours, lips tight around your shaft. Her hands now free, she quickly slips her already unbuttoned white shirt over her creamy shoulders before quickly reaching behind her and undoing her bra, letting it fall from her now topless frame. She lets your cock pop out of her mouth, jerking it slowly with her right hand as she straightens her torso and lets you have a glimpse of her naked chest, a thick stream of saliva dripping from her lips to fall down her chin and onto her small, round breasts.

As she continues to jerk you off with her right hand, eyes still fixed on yours, her left hand drops to her upper chest before capturing one of her own stiff nipples and pinching the hard bud between her index finger and thumb. You gasp audibly as you watch her touch herself. Knowing every ounce of your attention is fixated on her, she slips her hand between her legs and beneath the hem of her skirt. From the sudden pleasured expression on her face you know she has slipped her fingers inside herself.

Eyes glazed over with pleasure, she locks her gaze on yours and takes you into her mouth again.

Nothing else exists in your world. Never mind the janitor - every one of the two hundred seats in front of you could have been filled with students and nothing could have stopped you from watching, helplessly, as Nayeon brings you to orgasm. In reality it probably only took twenty seconds or so of her sucking your cock while she fingered herself - but in your mind it seemed to last forever.

A split second before you reach your peak you bury yourself as deeply inside her mouth, reaching down involuntarily with your right hand to grasp the back of her head and thrusting your cock as deep between her warm, wet lips as you could. Nayeon gags slightly as the head of your cock enters her throat, but she manages to control her gag reflex, and maintains it as your orgasm overtakes your senses and you send thick, hot semen down her throat. Time became abstract - seemed to slow down and then stop completely as you fill Nayeon’s mouth and throat with your cum.

“All done!” comes an announcement from some far away voice - and it takes you a few seconds before you realize it is the janitor, having finally reached and emptied the second garbage bin. “Sorry to bother you again, professor. Have a wonderful class.”

“Th… thanks,” you mumble as the janitor gives you a friendly wave, one you struggle to return with a weak wave of your own quivering arm. Your knees have similarly gone weak, and you are holding onto the lectern with both hands now, struggling to remain upright.

Beneath the lectern Nayeon tries to ensure that she swallows as much of your cum as possible, her throat working quickly to greedily swallow each rope of thick semen that you give her. Despite her best efforts she fails, some of the large volume of cum escaping from the corners of her lips to drip down her chin and onto her naked chest. When she has swallowed as much as she can she swirls her tongue around your hyper-sensitive cock a few times before finally releasing it from her lips. As her mouth leaves your cock it remains joined to her lips by a thick stream of semen, before the rope snaps and drips onto her naked upper chest.

“Fuck, I wanted it in my pussy,” she says as she begins to clean your slick cock with a thirsty tongue, “I guess you’ll have to fuck me here again tomorrow.” 

Day 365: 

“It’s leaking out of me.”

“Jesus, Nayeon, it was your idea. I thought you cleaned up before we left the bathroom.”

“I didn’t know there would be that much. I thought I drained you this morning,” she answers, squirming about in her seat. She straightens her dress as best she could, but there was no hiding the recent wrinkles that came with having said dress pulled up around her waist.

“Either way, it was hot as fuck,” you admit. Having sex in a university library or even in a lecture hall seemed woefully vanilla now that you could both add sex in a high-class, overly expensive restaurant’s bathroom to your list of achievements.

“Definitely,” she answers, a sly smile on her lips and a slight blush on her cute, puffy cheeks. It amazed you, sometimes, how she could switch so quickly between being adorable and sultry and beautiful. Sometimes she was all three, all at the same time.

“Anyway,” she continues, “I got a present for you. It’s our anniversary, if you didn’t notice.”

She bends to pick something out from her purse before sliding the rectangular velvet box across the table. You are a little surprised, suddenly worried that the new pair of running shoes you’d bought for her earlier in the day was now not enough. What the hell were you thinking getting a girl a pair of Nikes for your anniversary? In your defense, she loved to run, she loved Nikes and she had insisted that she make it easy for you by picking out a pair for you that she wanted... but you should’ve known better, should’ve gotten her a bracelet or a necklace or-

“Open it,” she says, softly, a small, sly smile on her otherwise unreadable features. She takes a small bite of her salad, but her eyes remain locked on yours, as though wanting to capture every split second of your reaction.

You are a little apprehensive when you reach for the box and open it, expecting a watch or bracelet or some other expensive piece of jewelry.

Inside is a circular strip of red leather - a choker or collar of some sort. Its buckle gleams in the restaurant’s low light.

“Um, thanks, Nayeon,” you answer, a little puzzled by the present, even if it was clearly of exceptional quality and looked quite expensive. “I don’t own a pet, though.”

“It’s not for animals,” Nayeon answers as she pushes around some of the lettuce on her plate. “It’s for a slave. It’s for me.”

Day 712:

“It’s not a sexy anniversary present this time, so don’t get your hopes up,” Nayeon says as you tear the neatly applied wrapping paper from the box. Sitting next to you on the couch of your apartment, she idly plays with the necklace you had just given her, her fingertips tracing the outline of the silver bunny rabbit at the end of the black leather string. Her lips curve upward in a soft, happy smile. You’d learned from last year and weren’t about to make the same mistake two years in a row.

“I’m sure it’s awesome no matter what it is,” you reply, truthfully. You finally open the box to find a blue hoodie inside it - simple in design, but you could tell by its fabric and its details that it was a high quality one.

“You’re always shivering in those ratty old sweaters and jackets of yours,” she notes. “I can’t have my boyfriend freezing his ass off all the time.”

You smile as you give the hoodie a closer look, admiring its stitching and the detail work. It was such a simple present, but it spoke of how much she thought of you.

“I love it. I’ll never take it off.”

Day 741:

Nayeon is playing idly with your knuckles atop the restaurant table as she describes an interesting case study in her criminology textbook - something about inter-jurisdictional police work, or something like that. Truth be told, you could barely piece together what she was going on about, other than the fact that it involved the rules and regulations put in place when law enforcement agencies and personnel from one country have to work in another.

She seemed engrossed in the topic - and while she was an intelligent young woman who seemed to breeze through all of her classes with flying colors, she had rarely shown this much actual personal interest in any of her other school work.

So while you weren’t quite following or understanding every detail she was relating about the complexities of international law and its relation to cross-jurisdictional law enforcement, you were content simply to watch her speak, gesturing expressively with her free hand while she kept her other atop yours, her thumb idly stroking the knuckle of your index finger. You smile and nod, content simply to watch her talk about something she was so deeply interested in.

The waiter arrives with your order - two wooden trays of assorted sushi. He gives you both a friendly smile as he places the food down on the table; you’d been to the restaurant almost weekly since your first date there more than two years ago. Despite the waiter’s friendly demeanor and the impending prospect of another delicious meal, you feel a ping of sadness in your heart as Nayeon lets go of your hand to make room for the newly arrived food.

Almost as soon as the waiter leaves, you pick up your two pieces of salmon and reach over to drop them onto Nayeon’s tray. In return she leaves you with her pieces of tamago, which you’d come to love over the past couple of years.

You look at each other and share a smile. She begins to dig into her food, but your gaze lingers on her for a moment more, your smile refusing to leave quite yet.

Day 751:

“Huh,” you say out loud as you read through the email.

“Mmm?” Nayeon asks as she pops the last french fry on her plate into her mouth. You are both sitting in the university student union building, having just shared a quick lunch between classes. Sitting next to you, she leans over to get a better look at the screen of your laptop.

“I applied to this job at this company called JYP last week, and they want to interview me.”

“Ooooh. I hear they’re gonna be big soon. Go for it.”

“Not sure if I’d even want the job if I were to get it, though,” you answer. “Their head office is all the way on the other side of the country and I’m not gonna move all that way for a job - even if it does sound a bit like a pretty cool company. And it’s for a pretty low level position.”

“You should still take the interview -  it might be good experience for the future, when you’re doing an interview for a job you’re more serious about. Worst case scenario you make a fool of yourself in front of people you’ll never see again. Best case scenario, you get a job offer from one of the best companies in the industry.”

“Yeah, I hear thousands of people apply for these new-grad positions and they only accept a handful. It’s a career-defining opportunity… but making people move to the other side of the country so they can start at the bottom making coffee for meetings is a big ask.”

“You’re a fresh grad - they’re not gonna give you your own team and have you travel the world making deals right off the bat. There’s no point in thinking about it, either way. Take the interview, and if you get an offer that’s great, if not, well, at least you got some experience out of it.”

“That’s true,” you admit. “Okay, let’s make deal. I’ll take this interview, you apply for that grad school program you’ve been thinking about.”

Nayeon groans - she was majoring in criminology and was thinking about pursuing a career in the field, but hadn’t quite decided on whether grad school was something she wanted to pursue given the amount of work that it would entail.

“Ugh - you know how I feel about that.”

“Nayeon, you love the field. You don’t stop telling me about these new cases you come across in your classes. Your grades are more than good enough. It would be awesome for your career.”

“I suppose. But we’ve been over this. I want to find a good job right after graduation. I have plans for post-school life. We have plans.”

You nod, knowing Nayeon was referring to the idea of the both of you moving in together after graduation. Things were getting pretty serious with her, and you were both looking forward to taking the next step. You’d caught her once or twice looking at listings for apartments around the city in neighborhoods you’d both liked. And more than once her gaze lingered for more than a few seconds at rings in jewelry stores as you passed by them on the street.

“I get that, but you can still work while you’re in grad school. And hey, if we live together, it won’t be so bad. Soon you’ll finish the program and get a job as an international crime fighter and I’ll sit at home being your trophy husband - which is my real dream job, let’s be honest.”

Nayeon giggles, snuggling closer to you on the cafeteria bench. Her cheeks blush pink, and it takes you a second to realize it was probably because you used the word ‘husband.’ While you knew you were both young and the idea of marriage seemed a little premature, you would’ve been lying if you’d said it hadn’t crossed your mind once or twice over the past couple of years. 

“Husband, huh? What makes you think I want to marry you?”

“Well, I’m your dream guy,” you answer as nonchalantly as you could, “of course you’d want to marry me. We’d live in a perfect little apartment downtown next to our favorite sushi restaurant and we’d have three dogs named Charmander, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle. You can go off chasing bad guys in foreign countries while I concentrate on being the very best - like no one ever was.”

“I suppose that does sound like a dream come true,” she says softly, her eyes suddenly thoughtful. She touches the silver rabbit on her necklace, her fingers tracing the well worn patterns on it.

“Right? So we’ve agreed, then. I’ll interview for JYP, you apply for that grad school program.”

“Gah, fine,” Nayeon submits, although you could tell her reaction was more than a little exaggerated. Her cheeks are still flushed, her eyes still wistful, as though she were processing the thousand little thoughts running through her head.

“Good. Let us drink to our agreement.”

You raise your half-empty can of coke, and Nayeon picks up her water bottle.

“To chasing our dreams,” she says, before you tap your drinks together.

Day 783:

It takes Nayeon most of the morning to get out of bed. 

When she finally drags herself to the washroom to look at herself in the mirror, she can barely recognize the mess she sees in its reflection.

Her eyes are red, dry, and itchy after having spent the night before crying herself to sleep. For a moment she thinks of grabbing her phone, of calling you and telling you that you could still be together, that you broke up prematurely, that you were meant to be - that you could maybe give a long distance relationship a try. It was a temptation that came up often in the past three days since your breakup. Every time it came up she fought it off, even if every time she did it cost her in tears and heartache.

She sighs. You were probably already starting your new life on the other side of the country. Far away from your university, far away from the sushi restaurant where she traded egg for salmon, far away from the apartment open houses that she’d hoped you would visit together - far away from the life she thought she’d be living with you.

She feels the tears start to well up again. 

But this time she tries her best to fight them off, wiping at them with a tissue before they have the chance to fall down her cheeks.

She needed something, anything to get her mind off of you. And while the prospect of crawling back into her bed and allowing sleep to dull her heartache was appealing to her, she knew it would solve nothing, wouldn’t do anything to help her recover. She was sad now, and she would be sad when she woke up.

The new textbooks for her graduate program in criminology, sitting in a pile on her desk, catch her attention.

Eyes still red and teary, she breaks the first one open and begins to read.

Day 2,013:

It takes Nayeon most of the morning to get the stench of the decomposing body out of her nostrils. 

“Jesus Christ,” her partner swears as they step out of the main elevator in the building where the murders took place, “I won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”

“Neither will I,” she agrees, taking long sniffs of air through her nostrils in a vain attempt to cleanse her sense of smell.

“What’s your call, boss?”

“Jealous wife stabs cheating husband to death in his sleep. There was a hunting rifle and ammo elsewhere in the house that she could have used if she just wanted him dead. They were filthy rich, so I doubt this was life insurance fraud or anything like that. This wasn’t about money. Use of the knife suggests it was personal. Passionate. Repeated stabs, too, not just one clean cut. She wanted to send that asshole a message as she killed him.”

“Their mistake was in getting married,” her partner states, unprompted. He fancied himself a bit of a playboy, although Nayeon knew his self-confident exterior and dismissal of long term relationships masked an internal irrational fear of commitment. She’d always been good at getting the measure of people, even before her job as a detective allowed her to turn it into a career.

“Whatever,” she says, dismissive. “Let’s pull the CCTV from the building, especially the ones from the underground garage. This was a crime committed in the heat of passion. Unplanned. I’m guessing she panicked, took their car and drove off. We should be able to pull a license plate - make sure you get it out and distributed in case she stayed local. They’ve got a ton of money so she’s probably out of the country by now, but we can at least track the car on airport CCTV and deduce what flight she hopped on. Pull their credit card info and start looking for flights. Once you have that I’ll start having a chat with my contacts in those countries.”

“Roger that, boss,” her partner says. “Another case Sherlocked by the great Im Nayeon,” he adds, before heading off to track down the building superintendent.

Nayeon smirks in his direction as she ducks under the yellow police tape that bars the entrance doors to the building, pushing past the gathering crowd of concerned apartment neighbors.

As she approaches her squad car to head back to the precinct, her phone vibrates in her jacket.

“Detective Im,” she answers.

“Im? Im Nayeon? I’m not sure if you remember me, but this is Park Jihyo of the Seoul Metropolitan Police. We met at that convention in Madrid last year.”

“Of course I remember you, Jihyo. How are you? What’s up?”

“I’m doing good, thanks. Listen, something’s come up here in Seoul that I was hoping you could help me with.”

Nayeon puts her phone on speaker, continuing her conversation with Jihyo as she pulls the squad car out of the garage and starts to head back to the precinct. 

After their call Nayeon reaches under her jacket to the black string of the necklace around her neck. Her fingers find and trace the outline of the silver rabbit hanging from it.

The chance to chase an old dream. It was time to see if it would come true.

--

Author’s Note: 

Too much fluff? :P

Yes, this was heavily inspired by 500 Days of Summer lol. I had thought of having the days in mixed order like in the movie but decided to keep it linear so as to not confuse people. 

Let me know what y’all think. :)

[combat-wombatus]

Truth or Dare

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of crack

Warnings: swearing (bakugou), but other than that, none! (unless u have traumatic memories of truth or dare)

WC: 3.1k

Summary: Mina and Denki work together to make sure that you know exactly who Sero's crush is. 

(A/N): so @klvbxlove requested some headcanons about sero’s fem!crush having an obsession with kpop/anime and sero doing cute stuff for her and i tried sticking with the prompt in the beginning but then i led myself off-topic (oops) so it turned into this! sorry it’s not what u requested, i can write something else for u if u want! i was just struck by sudden ✨inspiration✨ for this fic so...here u go...

“EEEK!” You squealed, bouncing over to your friends. “LOOKLOOKLOOK-”

“(Y/L/N),” Bakugou grumbled. “Calm the fuck down, no one can understand you.”

You took a deep breath, then handed your phone over to Mina.

As soon as Mina saw the screen, she started squealing just like you were.

“(Y/N)!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMG-” she grabbed your arms and started jumping up and down like an overexcited toddler.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, gave an exasperated huff, then stomped away. “Can’t deal with you idiots when you’re like this.”

Mina dragged you by your arm over to a bench on the side of the cafeteria and the two of you spent your lunch break slurping udon and watching your favorite K-pop group’s newest music video on repeat.

Sero was chatting idly with his friends, mouth full of sushi. Unbeknownst to you, he had been watching you from the corner of his eye, sneaking glances every couple of minutes. Dense as Kaminari may be academically, he had noticed Sero’s preoccupation with you throughout the meal.

“Hey bro,” He poked Sero’s elbow with the clean end of his chopstick. “Whaddya keep looking at (Y/L/N)-chan for?” He squinted at Sero. He glanced briefly at you, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, turned his eyes back on Sero. “Do you have a crush on her or something?”

Sero choked on his piece of salmon and spluttered, face beet red. “N-no! It’s not l-like that!”

Bakugou snorted. “You dumbass. The hell you mean ‘it’s not like that’? Any idiot with eyes and half a brain can see that you’re obsessed with her.”

As Sero tried to deny his feelings for you, Mina slowly shifted her attention from your phone to hers, which was dinging incessantly.

Kaminari

hey bro bro broski my man my lady? minaaaaa

Mina

asdkjfhluhal i told u to stop calling me that and what

Kaminari

so u know abt seros crush right

Mina

u have the AUDACITY to ask me, the queen of gossip, whether or not I know abt seros crush? the sheer AUDACITY is STAGGERING-

Kaminari

ok ok stop bullying me anyways wanna get them tog?

Mina

D U H would be easier if y/n wasn’t so dense and sero wasn’t so chicken

Kaminari

since ur in do u have a plan

Mina grinned. Of course she did. What kind of person did Kaminari think she was?

Mina

take sero to the boba place after school meet u there

Pocketing her phone, she turned back to face you. She had to resist the urge to cackle. This was gonna be fun.

Later that day, you and Mina walked to the dorms together.

“Whaddya say we go out today?” Mina asked excitedly, eyes gleaming. You found it a bit suspicious, since yesterday she had told you that she was failing math and was going to study with Yaomomo today.

“Didn’t you say you were going to study with Yaomomo?”

“Shit.” Mina face palmed. “I did, didn’t I? But I don’t waannnnaaa,” she whined. “Let’s just go out and get some boba and we’ll come back,” she promised, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, okay.” You relented. “But if you fail math again, don’t blame it on me.”

She clasped a hand to her chest dramatically. “I would NEVER.”

Giggling, the two of you made your way to Coco’s Café, a cozy little place that served everything from coffee to cookies. It was also a developing cat café, mostly due to the popularity of the kitty that the place was named for, Coco.

Sidling up to the counter, you ordered a matcha boba tea while Mina ordered a strawberry milk tea with lychee jelly and boba.

“Is that it for you ladies today?” The man behind the counter asked cheerfully.

“Yes please!” Mina replied. The two of you sat in a corner booth, sipping your drinks and gossiping.

“Hey (Y/N),” Mina started. “So you know about Sero’s crush, right?”

You halted mid-sip. What? Sero had a crush?

Laughing at your startled expression, Mina leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. “So,” she whispered. “Who do you think it is?”

You sat there, drink forgotten, racking your brain for possibilities. Jirou and Hagakure hung out with Sero sometimes, exchanging memes and goofing around, but they weren’t really around that often. Usually, Sero only hung out with Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Mina, and you. Mina, possibly? Was Sero gay? Did he have a thing for, say, Kaminari or Kirishima? You didn’t think that Sero would be the type to like Bakugou, but hey, he put up with Bakugou’s temper all the time, so maybe? Ugh. You resisted the urge to groan and drop your head into your hands. This was so complicated.

Mina sat back, this reaction obviously not being what she had hoped for. “Well?” She crossed her arms. “Do you have a guess yet?”

You thought about it, then decided to pick an answer randomly. “You?” You tried.

Mina snorted and almost spit out her drink. You were absolutely unbelievable. Of all the people you could’ve chosen, you picked HER? “No, (Y/N). It’s not me,” she managed to choke out in between fits of laughter.

You sprawled out on the table, no longer concealing your frustration. “Who is it then?” You whined. “Jirou? Hagakure? Is Sero gay?”

Mina actually did spit out her drink this time.

As she cleaned up her mess, Mina silently judged you with her signature side-eye. She really is that dense, huh. Guess I’ll have to knock some sense into her.

Furiously brainstorming, you tried to think of any more possibilities. As you sat in silence, something warm and fuzzy crawled sneakily onto your lap, and stayed there.

Knocked from your daze, you glanced down and the unfamiliar presence, only to realize that it was a kitty. THE kitty. Coco, the café’s namesake.

“Aww,” you cooed, lightly scratching behind her ears. She purred happily in response to your ministrations and curled into herself, tail tucked neatly around her haunches.

Just then, the doorbell jingled and the rest of your close friends walked in.

“Hey!” Kaminari chirped, giving you and Mina a lighthearted wave.

“Hey!” You replied, unaware of the glare Mina was currently giving Kaminari. As soon as they went up to order, Mina stood up and announced that she was going to the bathroom. You took out your phone and scrolled through your social media feeds, taking advantage of this time to research.

“Psst!” Mina pinched Kaminari’s elbow lightly.

“Ow! What?” Kaminari turned to face her.

Mina gave Kaminari her scariest glare. “I told you to bring Sero, not the whole squad!”

Kaminari whimpered. “But Kirishima heard and wanted to tag along too! And it would’ve been suspicious if I said no! And then Bakubro heard that Kiri was coming and decided to come too-”

Mina sighed. “You could’ve texted Sero in private!”

Scratching the back of his head, Kaminari gave Mina a sheepish smile. “Sorry Mina, I hadn’t thought of that”.

Mina stole a quick glance back at your table, and seeing that you were otherwise occupied, she turned her attention back to Kaminari.

“So, Stage 1 of the plan didn’t work. She didn’t even seem to consider herself as a possibility! However, no fear! It is time that we put Stage 2 into action!” Mina whisper-shouted. “It’ll be more complicated with Kiri and Bakugou present, but we always have a Plan B!” She quickly related her backup plan to Kaminari, who promised to tell the boys (minus Sero) to make it run more smoothly.

After giving Kaminari a quick fist bump, Mina slinked back into her seat. “So, (Y/N),” she paused, chin resting on her hand. “Since the boys are here, why don’t we ask Sero himself?”

You looked up from your phone. You hadn’t really found any clues as to who Sero’s crush could be. Most, if not all, of his posts were with your group of friends. You thought about it for a moment.

“Wouldn’t it be awkward if he didn’t want us to know?” You asked Mina.

“Oh, but we’re nosy friends! It’s our JOB to know and then tease him about it!” Mina giggled. “And besides,” she added. “Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”

You hesitated. She did have a point. You were curious, but at the same time, a little voice in the back of your brain nagged at you. Did you really want to know? Did you really want to see him crushing on someone else, and then tease him about it? That wouldn’t really be funny, for you, at least. But if you disagreed with Mina, it would be suspicious, and besides, you WERE curious. Even if the answer wasn’t the one you wanted, you would still rather it be out in the open than bottled inside. You’d rather know for certain than lose sleep over it at night.

Sighing, you relented. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

Mina rested both of her elbows on the table and smiled at you, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Truth or dare.”

As the boys returned, each holding their own drinks, Mina was bouncing in her seat. Bakugou and Kirishima each pulled up a chair, and Sero took the chance to sit next to you. At that, Mina smirked devilishly.

“So,” she grinned, fingertips dancing on the table. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. He couldn’t believe he’d been roped into this, but Kirishima and Kaminari wouldn’t let him ruin it. Kirishima dropped a fist on the table. “Yeah!” He turned towards Mina. “Who’s starting?”

Mina pretended to think about it, when in reality, she had already made plans.

“How about (Y/N)?”

“Me?” You raised an eyebrow. You thought that Mina would be the one to interrogate Sero.

“Yes you, dummy,” Mina teased. “Is there another (Y/N) sitting here?”

You rolled your eyes. “Who are you calling dummy?”

Mina grumbled. “Just get on with it, would you? Who are you going to ask?”

“Hmm. How about Sero?” You turned to face him. “Truth or dare?”

Sero was panicking. You weren’t the type to give out ridiculous dares, and he definitely needed to be cautious about truth. “Dare.” He said confidently.

You chuckled. Mina had prepared you for this possibility.

“I dare you to kiss your crush within the next 24 hours,” you said, “and the whole squad had to be there to see it.”

Mina and Kaminari let out simultaneous “oohs”. Bakugou pointed out the obvious. “Why the next 24 hours?”

“Because we don’t know who his crush is and they’re probably not here right now,” you answered. “And the whole squad will have to see it to make sure that he does it and doesn’t chicken out. You’ll have to ask their permission first, though,” you added. “Consent is key. Even if they turn you down, as long as you tried, we’ll count the dare as completed.”

Your friends nodded in agreement. Mina clapped her hands gleefully. “You should’ve known, Sero! You can’t hide things from us!”

Sero was *this* close to having a panic attack. He had to consciously remind himself to keep breathing. This is going to be so embarrassing how am I going to do this without making an utter and complete fool of myself gosh you really should’ve not stared at her at lunch today Sero or this wouldn’t have happened jeez are you really that dumb now the whole squad will know and you won’t be able to look her in the eye anymore adfkhiavelrsnjaerliaevr BREATHE SERO BREATHE-

The game continued. Mina dared Bakugou to smile for 5 consecutive minutes, at which Bakugou nearly flew out of his seat, palms crackling.

“You fucking extra how dare you-” He didn’t get to finish, as Mina quickly took out her phone and opened the timer app.

“And the countdown starts now!” She cackled. “That is, unless you forfeit-”

“I’M NOT GONNA LOSE TO YOU, YOU DUMB FUCKING EXTRA!!!” With that, Bakugou angrily took his seat again, disregarding all the angry scowls he received from the rest of the café’s patrons, and pulled his lips up into what could only be described as the devil’s grin. He sat like that for a full five minutes, glaring lasers into Mina, not moving a muscle. You think Mina was mentally scarred after that, because she never looked at Bakugou for the rest of the game.

Kirishima dared Kaminari to record a video of him singing the pi song and send it to Jirou. The poor boy had so many voice cracks while singing it that Kirishima went easy on him and told him to just send the first 15 seconds.

Bakugou dared you to let everyone look through your phone for one minute. You were reluctant, but seeing as you were relatively normal with only minimal embarrassing photos, no confession texts, and a fairly clean search history, you let them do it. The most embarrassing thing they found was your playlist.

“How the fuck is your playlist 74 hours and 42 minutes? What the fuck do you have on here?” Bakugou held out your phone for the rest of your friends to see.

“And why is your history full of that shitty Korean music?”

You gasped. He did not.

“Hey!” You snatched your phone back. “If you’re going to insult my music, you don’t get to continue!”

“Tch.” Bakugou sneered. “You call that shit music?”

You were thoroughly offended by this point and refused to even acknowledge his statement. You glared at Bakugou with as much intensity as you could muster. This man had no taste in music whatsoever.

The 1-minute timer dinged, and Bakugou was saved from a scathing talking-to as you all moved onto the next victim.

Mina was dared to order a glass of milk with ice, then put it on a random table (with customers) and leave without an explanation. She ended up choosing an old couple, likely in their sixties, who were cuddling with two cats. They’d each ordered a cup of coffee and shared a plate of cookies. When Mina put the glass of iced milk on their table, and the two women shared a confused look before turning their attention to Mina.

“Thank you?” The lady with horn-rimmed glasses asked rather shakily.

“Yes, thank you very much young lady, but we didn’t order this?” The one who had a tabby on her lap said, perplexed, looking Mina up and down.

Mina made a motion with her hand, zipping her lips, then giggled and sat back down at your table. The two ladies, baffled, took one look at your table and seemed to understand what was going on. They turned back to their coffees and cats and resumed their conversation.

You had all gone one full circle, and everyone had finished their drinks, so you all decided that it was time to go. You rubbed between Coco’s ears one last time and walked out into the afternoon sun.

“Hey Sero!” Kirishima clapped Sero on his back. “Don’t think we’ve forgotten about your dare,” he smiled cheekily. “Better get it over with when we first head back into the dorms, huh? That’ll probably be the easiest time to get it over with.”

Sero groaned. He’d hoped that you would all forget after the game was over, but his luck had run dry. He’d have to face the music sooner or later. He debated on his options. If he waited too long, he’d seem cowardly. He didn’t want to do that. On the other hand, maybe if he waited a full day, you would all forget? He shook his head. No, with Mina here, she’d never let him live it down. And besides, who was he to renege on a dare?

Taking his hands out of his pockets, he rubbed them together nervously. This was it. This was the moment of truth.

“Hey guys! Wait up!” He called out to Kirishima and Bakugou, who had walked ahead of the group. “I’ve got something to show you!”

Bakugou quirked an eyebrow. “Oh?” He smirked. “Whatcha got, Tape Arms?”

Sero cleared his throat. “I-I’m ready. I’m ready to do the dare.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. It was just you and the rest of the squad here. Did you really have a chance? You were scared to get your hopes up, but maybe, just maybe, you would be the one he kissed.

Hands curled into fists at his sides, Sero gulped. He was doing this. He was really doing this. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and out, and strode over to where you and Mina stood.

“(Y/N),” He stared at his feet. “Would you…would you allow me to kiss you?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to calm yourself down. It was you. Sero had a crush on you. Your crush liked you back!

After a while, Bakugou felt the need to step in.

“Oi, dumbass!” He hollered, garnering the attention of curious passerby. “You gonna let Soy Sauce Face over there kiss you or not?”

Your face flushed a furious red. “U-Umm, y-yeah!” You stuttered. “You can kiss me, Sero!” You cringed at how excited you sounded.

Slowly, Sero tilted his face downwards. He lifted your chin tenderly and lowered his lips to yours. His lips were soft against yours, his breath tickling your cheek as he let go. You blushed harder than you ever thought was possible, and he looked down with a pleased smile.

“Thanks, (Y/N).” He said in a soft voice. “Can I take this as a sign that you have feelings for me too?”

Nodding frantically, you whispered a noncommittal “mhm”.

“Can’t hear you, sweets,” Sero teased. “Come on, I’m gonna need a verbal confirmation.”

Looking up at him, you cleared your throat. “Yes.” You whispered in a slightly louder tone. “Yes, I h-have feelings for you too.”

At this admission, your friends all cheered, Mina hooting especially loudly. “Hells yeah!” She high-fived Kaminari. “We did it!”

“Best wingmen ever!” Kaminari shouted.

“That was so manly of you Sero!” Kirishima added, flashing a thumbs-up. “Congrats!”

“Tch. Yeah, whatever. Finally got it in their thick skulls that they liked each other. Big fucking deal,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Hey, hey! Don’t you go and ruin the mood now!” Mina scolded him. “Just look at them! They look so happy!” She pointed towards you and Sero.

“Hmph. Well, those idiots could’ve been happier sooner if Sero had the fucking balls to confess earlier.”

“Oh, shut it already! Just be glad that they’re finally together!”

“Like I care.”

“Stop pretending, you big grouch! We all know you care!”

“Tch.”

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The Miys, Ch. 142

Another late chapter... I’m really batting a thousand lately, seems like.

So, work has been insane, but @baelpenrose reminds me to post when I forget, thankfully. And this is SUCH a fun chapter.  I hope you all enjoy!

I dropped into a seat in Mess Hall Seven with a groan, so exhausted that I barely managed to get soup and a grilled cheese from the console.  Tyche yawned and nodded in agreement before poking at her sushi bowl idly. It was six Von-days after the last drill, and between coordinating increased training schedules for Shelters Three and Seven and helping Charly plan kink-night at the Undine, we were wiped.

“People are ungrateful,” she muttered before managing to barely balance a piece of salmon into her mouth.

I muttered something that hopefully sounded like agreement before I scooped up a bite of my soup with one wedge of sandwich, too lazy to even bother with the spoon. “Remind me why we don’t have Vati and Hannah handling the practice schedules?”

“Because they are handling the extra evacuation drills with Jokul and Arthur.”

Personally, I thought they were getting the better end of this deal, but since the raging success of their first Food Festival, it really was only fair. “And the relocations for those who need it,” I admitted. “Except mine.”

“Conor may actually strangle one of them if any of your plants don’t make it,” she pointed out, gesturing with her chopsticks for emphasis after having given up and using her fingers to eat her lunch. “Not to mention I wouldn’t wish packing with Maverick on anyone.”

“He’s letting me pack the books and textiles.” I shrugged in acceptance after taking another bite of soup-dipped sandwich.

We picked at our food in silence after that, grateful for something resembling a reprieve, before we were interrupted by a flurry of grey hair and enthusiasm landing in one of the nearby chairs with a heavy thunk. “Good afternoon, Madams Reid.”

“Hey, Jokul,” I muttered as Tyche just waggled her fingers at him. I really think I liked it better when he was trying to kill me. Right now, I might even let him do it.

“I know you are both on your meal period, but I wanted to test the waters on potentially scheduling a community activity,” he rushed out.

Tyche guarded her lunch with an almost feral aggression, having heard what happened the last time Jokul had interrupted my lunch. “That should really be something you run by Al-”

“Worthington, yes, I know,” he interrupted. “However, I know you are both quite busy and I wanted to be respectful of your time. As such, I will make this as brief as - ow!” He snatched his hand back away from the other half of my sandwich, rubbing where I had slammed my spoon down onto it.

“I have no idea where the food stealing comes from, but don’t,” I warned him.

“Rude, got it,” he nodded in a terrifying impression of Charly’s normal demeanor. “As I was saying, I recently learned a new type of game from Terra, from the Before.  It involves teamwork, and encourages creativity and escapism, and I think it would be a very good community activity - “

I surrendered to my urge to groan. “We are not doing a redux of Settlers of Cattan. Arthur stabbed someone last time.”

“I didn’t press charges…” Jokul pouted, glancing at the scar on the back of his wrist briefly. “Besides, it was only a fork. Clearly he didn’t mean it, there were four knives in arms reach counting my own.”

Tyche cocked an eyebrow at me. Seriously?

I pursed my lips and wrinkled my nose in response. Yep.

“So what game is it this time?” I asked hesitantly.

I was reward-bombarded with a grin. “It’s called Dungeons and Dragons! Somewhat like a video game, but with more people, and using writing implements and paper. Oh, and different kinds of dice, very important. One person is something of the narrator, to give the game a kind of structure, while the other players act as characters in the game… Ivan introduced me to it, and it is quite challenging with the right people.  The dungeon master - that is the narrator - has to re-evaluate the story based on the actions of the other players, but the players themselves don’t know what the dungeon master is going to do. It is very much a social diversion, and there are many classes….”

As Jokul continued to gush, he was rather oblivious to the fact that Tyche and I were stuffing our faces as quickly as possible to avoid interrupting him or laughing. We had both played when we were younger - in fact, we had been introduced to the game by our mother.  There had even been a very overwhelming pop-culture movement in our youth around the game, which further emphasized just how far out in the boonies Jokul had grown up.  As shocking as it was that he was just now discovering the game, it came at exactly zero surprise that he enjoyed it so much - it was right up his alley of interests.

About fifteen minutes and two more grilled cheeses into his retelling of the campaign he was part of, Charly and Arthur squeezed in with us, their own lunches in tow.  As seemed to be a growing trend, Arthur reached over and snagged one of my sandwiches before I could react, shoving half of it in his face.

That was apparently enough to snap Jokul out of his story. “Hey! Why didn’t you hit him?”

“His deathwish, not my problem,” I shrugged.

Around the remains of my lunch, Arthur managed to enunciate. “Told you, Noah fissed the dairy allergy.”

“Bleargh,” I gagged comically. “It’s okay, think I’m done anyway.”

Jokul’s hand swatted Arthur’s out of the way to steal the rest of my food. “As I was saying, Ivan was quite clever with his resolution to deal subdural damage to the player who was very much ruining the storyline by insisting his character was immune to magical sleep…”

“Oooooo! I love tabletops!” Charly squealed, bouncing in her seat. “What setting are you playing in right now?  My favorite was always Exalted…”

“Miss Harper, I think we are discussing different activities.” Jokul sounded supremely confused, but my heart broke a bit.

Arthur shook his head. “Maybe not Exalted, but what about Ebberron? Swordhaven, maybe?  Just tell me it isn’t Ravenloft… I know you haven’t been fucking around in a Dark Sun, but I beg you to tell me you aren’t playing Ravenloft.”

“I’m not sure what those are… Ivan introduced me to Dungeons and Dragons. There is only one setting.”

“So… Greyhawk or homebrew,” Arthur nodded. “Best place to start, get the basics down.”

Jokul’s head pivoted toward me and Tyche, squinting in annoyance. “You knew, didn’t you? And you let me prattle on…”

“You were so… happy….” I explained plaintively. “We didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

Tyche nodded. “We both remember how fun that first campaign is. And honestly? We’ve been having a kind of crappy day.  It was nice to hear someone be excited about something that isn’t work related.”

“But I came to you to discuss making it a ship activity…”

“Originally, yeah,” I shrugged. “That was maybe the first thirty seconds.  After that, you were doing what literally every tabletop roleplaying person has done since the beginning of time… telling stories about the fun, dramatic, and frankly stupid shit the people in your party are doing.”

“Says the two-foot eight halfling rogue,” Arthur scowled.

“I rolled it at random, it was fifteen years ago, get over it!” I threw my hands up dramatically. “At least I wasn’t mated to a frickin’ deity.”

Charly giggled uncontrollably while Jokul goggled at us. “Exalted is broken in all the fun ways.”

“You literally sacrificed, and I quote ‘all of your fucks to give’, for necromancy.”

“That was your idea!”

Jokul turned toward Tyche, waiting for her to say something. She just held up her hands defensively. “I was a murder monk-bunny.”

Arthur snorted. “You were the Black Rabbit of Inle….”

“Well if my wife would have just stopped dying…!”

“At least none of us were the Platinum Knight who pissed his pants every time he confronted his favored enemy,” I laughed. “He never did live that one down. Every. Single. Dragon. He would crit fail his roles.”

“Oh, please,” Arthur intoned drily. “Did I ever tell you about the time one of my players managed to make ‘Notice me, Senpai’ into the most terrifying in-universe warcry imaginable?”

Charly choked before swatting his shoulder. “Not in front of my pasta. Please.”

Jokul, however, looked both horrified and intrigued, egging Arthur on. “Barbarian whose entire clan worshipped a god named The Senpai…. Just imagine, a barbarian in a rage, bellowing ‘NOTICE ME, SENPAI!!!’ before just scything down thirty men with a broadsword.”

At this point, I was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down my face. “Please, please tell me there was a kilt and pigtails involved….”

Jokul touched his own hair, before straightening as seriously as possible. “They are warrior’s braids, Councillor.”

That was it, I couldn’t take it anymore. I just put my head down on my folded arms and waiting to either pass out from laughing so hard or from exhaustion.  A few deep breaths and a spinning head later, I managed to wipe my face on my sleeve and realized the conversation was continuing without me.  Just as I was clearing my throat to let Jokul know he should be fine to start organizing something and to send me a rough outline, Arthur dealt the final blow.

Leaning over, he whispered over my shoulder. “By the way, the barbarian’s name was Drystan of the Doki-doki tribe.”

I was proud that I managed to get up and dash into the hallway before collapsing against the wall in maniacal laughter.  I barely registered Hannah’s voice behind me asking everyone at the table if I needed medical assistance, and that did not help.

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JUJUTSU KAISEN BOYS

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Megumi (best boy ✨), Yuuji, Inumaki, and Gojo

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𝑀𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑖 *sigh* what a charmer.

This boy. Megumi is an amazing boyfriend. There I said it.

He’d check up on you a lot. He’ll bring you food or something to drink or maybe he’ll leave something in your room “accidentally” so he can come back and get it later. An excuse to see you and make sure you’re all good. But he wouldn’t want you to acknowledge it.

“Hey you. Yuuji forced me to go out with him to the candy store so I brought you back a treat. Anyways, how are you? Do you need anything?”

He is a a amazing listener. If you’re rambling a lot you’ll probably assume that he’s not hearing much of what you’re saying but BOY ARE YOU WRONG. If you’re talking, he’s listening. One time you were ranting about how somebody messed your food order up at a local diner. Somewhere in between the rant you mentioned just once that you had left your favorite hoodie there. And you continued to move on talk to each other about about different things. The next day he showed up to your room with your hoodie and the correct order.

“Yeah, don’t mention it. I was nearby today so after you mentioned it yesterday I just decided to go in, grab your hoodie and get your right order.”

He is not big on PDA. You know Megumi. He keeps that professional and stern look on his face as often as possible. When he’s around you he’s softer and much more sweet. It’s a side that not even his own friends see much of. So PDA? No go. The most he’d probably do is lay his hand on your hip while you’re standing on his side.

The weird thing is, Megumi kisses you like it’s nothing. Yes, yes, it’s soft and all that but— he does it so casually. But when ever you surprise him with a kiss... you already know his cheeks fill with blush and he’s trying not to smile.

“No! No, I’m not. I’m not blushing. Shut up.”

Something he really likes is when you play in hair.

Dearest Itadori

This guy

Random hugs. Not just regular hugs either. 40% of the hugs he gives are the type where he’ll scare you by coming from behind when you least expect it. He’ll throw his arms around you and lift you up while you thrash around at first because you’re unaware it’s him. And he’ll be laughing a little while talking and trying to calm you down.

“GOTCHA! Hey woah WOAH! Calm down, it’s just me! It’s just me! Haha. Did I scare you?”

Yuuji has a sweet tooth. Definitely was the kid always missing school for dentist appointments to get his cavities fixed. So often he’ll surprise you with sweet treats while he makes cheesy jokes. He’ll place the candy in your hand like it’s a million bucks with the BIGGEST grin.

“I brought you some candyyyy! I actually tried some of it. It’s good but not as sweet as you. Ugh, pretend I didn’t say that. That-that joke was bad.”

He’s obsessed with laying on you. His head is always on your shoulder/chest or vice versa. There’s something appealing to him about laying his head on your warm body. He always falls asleep faster laying on top of you. And if wasn’t already obvious...he likes to be small spoon.

Yuuji really loves when you cup your hands over his cheeks.

Sweet, Beautiful, Inumaki.

Ugh

He is not a man of many words. We know that already. So I feel like he would be very touchy. But a little bit shy about it. He’d like hugging. And he wouldn’t want to let go. He’d tap your hand softly, to ask permission to hold it.

“Bonito flakes.”

I think he’s the type of guy to walk past and if he sees a pretty flower he’d pick it and give it to you. And when you thank him for it. BOY will he be glad his coat covers the bottom half of his face because he will not be able to keep his pink cheeks from showing.

“Salmon.”

I think that if you weren’t giving him attention, or maybe he was trying to get your attention and you just wouldn’t acknowledge it. He’d cling onto you until you finally said something back to him.

He definitely prefers to walk around holding pinkies.

He likes when you kiss him all over his face. It makes him really happy.

Gojo, Gojo, Gojo...

This man is the biggest flirt

He’s one cocky kicker.

He showers you with compliments. CONSTANTLY. Like even when you feel like there’s no reason to. Sometimes his compliments are completely idiotic and other days you swear you’ve never heard him say anything sweeter. Or some days it’s both.

“Ohhh there you are! You look amazing today. Gorgeous as usual.”

He showers you with gifts. The man loves to buy you jewelry, expensive dresses, shoes. He’ll spoil you. Because he can. And he likes too.

If you’re ever in public and he feels like another guy is staring down at you too hardly, he’ll make you both leave. New place. New destination. He doesn’t like anybody’s eyes on you but his own.

“Yeah this place is kinda trashy. Let’s go. Like right now. Yeah we’re leaving. I heard this new place has great sushi!”

He jumps on top of you after long days. Just completely tackles you. You don’t mind of course. Because you find his giggles amusing.

He loves tickling you. Idk why. He just does. I don’t make the rules.

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Love and Leather /part eighty eight/

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A/N: Enjoy! Things will get better soon

Warnings: language, angst

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*Flashback*

*Moscow 1989*

"It's fucking bullshit!" Nikki shouts as he and the rest of the band come barreling through the dressing room door, "He's seriously going to let Bon fucking Jovi headline? Seriously? We deserve more than that!"

I glance up from filing my nails as each and everyone of them, besides Mick, looks pissed.

"Who the hell does Doc think he is? We're more of a selling act than he is! We didn't fly all the way out here just so we can be out at the bottom of the lineup. It's a complete waste of our time. We could be getting ready to promote Dr. Feelgood!" Tommy then joins in on the screaming match, well at this point I would say it's an ego match.

I move a piece of Nikki's disheveled hair out of his face as he sits next to me on the leather couch, "Fucking Doc promised Jovi that he would be headlining and bumped us down a few notches. If you can't handle managing big names than maybe you should get a different fucking job." Nikki explains to me as he swipes the bottle of sparkling water off the table and takes a sip.

I look around the room as Vince is staring off into space, Tommy is fumbling with his wedding ring and Mick is in his own little world strumming some chords on the guitar. I clear my throat a bit, "Baby, it's not that big of a deal.."

"Not that big of a deal?"

Nikki and I stare at each other a moment, "You know this event is for the fans, the kids that have never experienced American rock before. I don't think it really matters whose headlining and whose not, ya know?" I express my opinion gently as he just continues to stare at me, a dumbfounded look plastered across his face.

"You're just saying that because you like Bon Jovi." He snaps back with an added eye roll,

I chuckle a bit, "You're right, I do, but I wouldn't care if he was headlining or not. Just like I don't care if Mötley was headlining or not. Doc is doing what's best for business. The whole line up is star studded, Nikki. Whether your first or last it's not gonna matter to the audience. What matters is how good of a show you put on. Plus...with you guys being sober, not having performed in over a year and with the new album coming out, it just gives the band the chance to prove that you guys are doing better than ever before."

"How could you not care if Mötley was headlining or not?" Nikki questions, his tone shocked as I groan in annoyance.

"That's really all you took from that?" I eye him as his lips tug upwards in a small smile.

"It just fucking sucks Van. Our first big show out of rehab and he has us being the opening act for Bon Jovi. It's ridiculous. Doc was our manager first. We should take precedence. Not some fucking wannabe cowboy that sings power ballads."

*End flashback*

*Nikki's POV*

"She really wants to play soccer?" I look at Vanity as I lean against the doorframe of the bathroom, "Arianna hates when she gets dirty from playing in the backyard so why would she want to play soccer?" My nose wrinkles up in confusion as I watch Van brush her teeth.

She shrugs at me before spitting and rinsing her mouth, "I don't know. She just said she wanted to play so I grabbed the papers from the bulletin board at her school. I think it would be good for her Nikki. She likes staying busy so I think some little league sports would be good. We can still think about it and talk, the packet isn't due until April."

"No, no. I agree too. We'll just have to explain that she would have to stick with it and try to participate as much as she likes being active she is lazy sometimes." I notice she grabs her make up bag and start pulling stuff out, "You going somewhere?"

She turns her head looking over at me as she rubs cream onto her face, "Yeah? I'm going out with Jon...I told you like three days ago."

"Jon? Oh, right...right...the guy from the diner." I chuckle as she lets out an annoyed sigh.

"If you're gonna start already you can just leave me alone." Vanity tells me, eyebrow raising in mischief as she begins to put make up on her face.

I cross the threshold and pull myself up on the counter, "Where's he taking you? Somewhere romantic?" I tease her as she glances at me, "Oh? It is romantic tonight? That's cool...Donna's out shooting some stuff for Baywatch so she's kinda busy."

"I'm sorry you're lonely." Vanity smirks as she blows me a kiss, "And he's taking me to the beach. There's a horse stable in Malibu and we're gonna ride some horses and have dinner."

I let out an boisterous laugh, "Fucking seriously? That's the most corniest date I've ever heard of."

"Don't be mad because you didn't think of taking me first." She's quick with a comeback as I steal the blush from the counter when she reaches for it.

"Baby, If I wanted to take you on a romantic date I would fly us to Paris." I explain as I hand the container over, "Yeah...Paris, we could get some really nice wine, I'd take you to the best restaurant, get you some fresh flowers from the florist cart. We would take a stroll at the Jardin des Plantes after our dinner. You'd love it Van, there's twinkling lights and always people singing love songs." I explain to her as she glances at me smiling before rolling her eyes and looking back at herself in the mirror.

"Last time I was in Paris, I found out I was pregnant."

My eyes narrow as my head slightly tilts to the side, "During Dr. Feelgood? You knew you were pregnant then?"

"Yeah.." she nods as she starts putting the make up away and tousled her hair with her fingers, "And don't get upset because I didn't tell you. I had to take tests in Paris, remember? You thought I was sick from the sushi? I just had a feeling something was off and I also didn't want to tell you in case they were wrong. One test was negative so I just wanted to wait until we got back home and as you know what happened next." She chuckles a bit and looks at me, "Do I look okay?"

I sigh a bit, trying not to be upset "Yeah doll, you look perfect."

Vanity comes over and stands in front of me, placing her hands on my knees, "If you're gonna be bored go hang out with Tommy-"

"He's too obsessed with putting his head against Clems stomach since they heard the heartbeat at the doctors appointment last week." I explain as she smiles at me.

"You can't be mad at him for that. What about Mick? I'm sure he could use some company or Corabi?"

"No, Micks been wanting to stay to himself and Corabi got a girlfriend...I'll just wait for you to get back. You are coming home tonight, right?" I question her as she leaves the bathroom and I quickly follow, "Right, Vanity?"

"Yes Nikki. I'll be home. Do I have a curfew?" She looks at me over her shoulder before she walks into her closet to pick out clothes.

"Well...now that you mention it..." I laugh when she throws a pair of jeans at me before she slips a pair on and pulls them over her ass and hips, "So it's a casual date?"

"Mhmm...not that romantic like you think it is." She tells me as she pushes hangers back to look at sweaters. We both look at each other when the doorbell goes off.

"Nikki! Wait!!" She yells for me as I run out of her room with Anarchy chasing after me.

I run down the stairs, my eyes narrowing when I see a figure outside the glass paneling of the door, "I'll get it Van! You finish getting dressed!" I yell back at her, nudging Anarchy out of the way as I open up the door. The arrogant smile I had on my face dropped when I saw a dozen red roses and a pearly white smile hiding behind it.

"Jovi?" I stare at him as he chuckles, "You lost?"

"Uh no actually. I'm here to pick up Vanity." He explains, clearing his throat, "We have plans."

My hand grips the doorknob as we stare at one another, "Oh really? You're the guy she's been seeing? You do know it isn't a serious thing between you and her, right?"

Jon laughs at me as I glare, he holds the bouquet of flowers in his hand, "Look Nikki, I wouldn't want your feathers to get ruffled. We're just having fun with each other, that's all."

What the fuck was that suppose to mean? Fun? With each other?

"Yeah, well she can't go. She's sick. It's really nasty, she's been vomiting all morning and stuck on the toilet if you know what I mean. I think Arianna brought the bug home. So I'll have her call you, yeah?" I try closing the front door but he puts his hand out to stop me, "Get off my property before I call the cops."

I feel a hand on my side before I'm being pushed out of the way, "I'm glad you two were able to catch up." Van says, glaring at me before rolling her eyes, "Lets get going Jon." She smiles at him as he hands over the flowers and she's giving them to me "Put them in a vase for me would you Nikki?"

I reach for her arm and pull her back in, "Give us a minute would ya Jon? It's a family meeting." I glare before shutting the door in his face, "Seriously?! Bon fucking Jovi?!" I yell quietly as she reaches for the door handle but I grab her wrist.

"What? What's the problem? I'm doing what the therapist is asking us to do?" She fakes stupidity as she smiles at me, "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Why him? Of all fucking people? You know I don't like him." I speak through gritted teeth, "You could have picked anyone but him."

"That's not my problem Nikki. I am doing what you wanted so I am going to have fun on my date and I will see you when I get back."

My jaw clenches as she reaches for the door, I wanted to find the words to tell her not to go, to just stay with me and we'll figure it out but I just couldn't get them out of my fucking mouth. She looks at me before closing the door, hearing them talk before a car door closes and the engine starts. I grip the flowers in my hand before tossing them into the trash can.

*Vanity's POV*

I lean down against the drivers side window, feeling Jon put his hand against my cheek "I really had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you." I smile at him as his thumb runs over my cheekbone.

"Can't wait to see what you plan for the next date, I don't know why but I'm expecting it to be over the top." We both chuckle a bit as I nod in agreement.

"I'll have to think of something good then.." we both look at each other for a moment, before I lean forward to give him a kiss, "Goodnight Jon."

"Goodnight sweetheart, I'll call you."

I sigh a bit, waving bye to him when he drives out of the gates. I hold onto my purse as I walk up the front steps to the door, reaching for the handle as it doesn't open. I groan a bit and dig through my purse for my keys "Damnit.." I look through the glass, seeing them on the entry way table being illuminated by the kitchen light.

I step off the porch and walk over to the gate leading to the back yard but it's locked. Fucking Nikki. It's never locked. I try reaching over the wooden boards but I wasn't tall enough to grasp the latch. I sigh and go over to the door, pressing the doorbell and knocking loudly.

I hear a window open above me and i step back seeing Nikki, "Babe! Open the door. I left my keys here!"

"Oh you did? Well that sure as hell sucks." He says as he looks down at me.

"Nikki c'mon it's cold! Just let me in!" I shout back at him as I hear him laugh "This isn't funny! Open the door or I'm breaking it!" I hear him grumble before he leaves the window. I wait impatiently, ringing the doorbell again before the hallway light flips on.

"Why'd you forget your keys, Van?" He looks at me with a smug smile as he opens up the door.

"Because you were yelling at me." I lean against the wall "And we never lock the side gate so what gives? How childish are you to lock me out because you're jealous?"

"Jealous? Of course I'm jealous! How did you even meet him?! What the fuck Vanity, it's gonna get out to the press!"

"It's already in the press Nikki!" I shout back at him, "They already released pictures of you and Donna looking pretty comfortable at some god damn club! Everyone already knows! I met him at work Nikki-"

"So you've been lying to me?"

I stare at him as I laugh, "Are you joking me? Lying to you? I haven't lied about anything! I told you I was seeing a guy I met there!"

"But you didn't say it was Jovi! God, why do you have a thing for fucking rockstars! If it's not me, it's Tommy, if it's not Slash, it's Jovi. Whose fucking next!? How about I call up some of my friends and you can pick! You're nothing more than a glorified groupie slut who got lucky and popped out a rockstars kid!"

My shoulders drop as I stare at him in shock. Eyebrows raised and my lips parting slightly, "Hm." My eyes close with a light head shake as I reach for my keys from the bowl. I keep my purse on my shoulder as I turn from him and head back out the front door.

"Van, it's the middle of the night, I am sorry." Nikki's tone is panicked as he follows after me, "I'm mad and I didn't mean that. I said it out of anger." I feel his hand wrap around my elbow as my own hand reaches for the door. I tug my arm away from his grip and open the car door.

I stare at him for a moment, trying to come up with something to say, "Yeah, no. I'm not doing this." I sit down and shut the door, quickly locking it as I see him trying to open it. I put the key in the ignition ignoring the constant tapping on the window and my name being yelled as I put it in reverse and start backing out of the driveway. I'm not really sure where I was going, but I just knew I didn't want to be here with him suffocating me with apologies.

Later the following week, I find myself sitting in our therapists office clutching an iced coffee as I wait for Dr. Peterson to come in. I wanted to have a solo session as Nikki was in meetings with Alan and the band to discuss the production of the up coming tour and Arianna was at school.

Nikki and I haven't talked about our argument the other night, nor have we spoke more than 5 words to each other at a time. It makes me laugh because talking is easy, it comes naturally for the two of us as our own persons. Nikki had also been leaving after Arianna goes to bed and coming back early in the morning before she wakes up, my guess is he's staying at Donna's but at this point I've been finding myself asking do I even care anymore?

"I am surprised to see you by yourself." Dr. Peterson pulls me from my thoughts as I hear the door click shut and watch her walk over to her chair.

"Yeah-" I smile politely at her, "Thanks for seeing me on such a short notice too. I really appreciate it." I watch as she opens up her folder as she brings her glasses up to her face.

"At least I won't have to replace the candy dish mid session because Nikki decided to inhale the whole thing." She jokes as we both laugh a bit.

"I decided it would be better if I went solo on this one. Would save us both the headache and keep Nikki out of the dentist."

"Of course, so what would you like to discuss today?"

I shift on the couch as I cross one leg over my knee, "Well...Nikki and I got into a pretty heated argument the other night essentially over us seeing other people and I left because I didn't want to say anything I regretted like he did. I don't know...I'm just, I'm conflicted." I glance over at her, "The more him and I see other people, the more I don't feel like we have a chance of being together how we want to be. We're more distant than ever before. It's like there's some heavy, crushing weight over us."

"We-we rarely talk, only when it involves Arianna. Sometimes we have sex still so it's just confusing because he'll tell me one thing and do another."

"Okay...Have you two done any of the other ideas I told you about? Spending time with one another? Doing things you normally wouldn't do? Spending time together without Arianna? Adults need their time too, Vanity." She questions as I shake my head, "You two just jumped into seeing other people?"

"Well Nikki did, I didn't-" I sigh when she puts her hand up, "I forgot, don't place blame on the other person. Yes, we both did jump into seeing other people. I mean, we did hang out and spend time together alone but it was only once. He started getting busy with the album so we just haven't had the time."

"You haven't had the time? Or you just don't want to make the time?" Dr. Peterson asks as I look at her.

"Well...I don't know!" I chuckle a bit, "Nikki's busy. He has a lot on his plate at the moment."

She narrows her eyes at me, "He's busy? Is he even too busy for Arianna?"

"No, he's never too busy for her. He'd wipe out his whole schedule for Arianna."

Dr. Peterson leans back in the chair as we look at one another for a moment, "So...he's not too busy for Arianna and he's not too busy to make time to go on these dates from what you're telling me. So why do you think he's too busy to make time for you? Or are you worried he's going to tell you no, Vanity?"

"No, I'm not worried he would say no....I just don't feel like I'm one of his priorities, so why would he waste his time?" I shrug my shoulders as I look away from her for a moment.

"Okay....you've been going on dates too? How are they? Are you enjoying your time?"

I take a deep breath and exhale, "Yeah, I am. They've been really good and a lot of fun. He's really nice and pleasant to be around. It's like a fresh of breath air, but I feel so much guilt when I'm with him and I doubt Nikki feels like that." I roll my eyes as I meet her stern gaze, "I shouldn't assume how he's feeling." I mumble lowly to her.

"And has Nikki expressed how he feels about you going on dates? Has he told you?"

I nod a bit, "Yeah, he usually just jokes or teases me about it. But he got mad over the weekend that I was going on a date so we got into an argument. Nikki wasn't happy about who I'm seeing because he knows him and doesn't like him. He locked me out of the house, every door and side gate was locked. Even the garage. He kept saying I had been lying to him just because I didn't tell him who I was seeing.. I didn't tell him who I was seeing because I knew this would be the outcome." I lightly shake my head as a sigh escapes me.

"Vanity, I know you want things to work."

I stare at Dr. Peterson as my eyes swell up with tears, "Is that so wrong? That I just want to be together? For Arianna to have a family? I don't think that's a bad thing to want." I feel my voice get shaky and my bottom lip quivers as I look away from her.

"No, you're right. It's not a bad thing to want. However, is it Arianna who wants a family or is it you?"

My eyebrows pull together tightly in confusion, "What do you mean? I'm certain Arianna would want to see us together."

Dr. Peterson chuckles slightly as she glances at me, "You always use Arianna. Let's be honest, Vanity. You want a family because you weren't close with your own, same with Nikki and you are doing everything under the sun to have Nikki just want you, and only you. He's been your only support, stable support system. Yet, you don't know if you want him in or want him out. You're so worried about if he wants you that you probably don't stop and ask yourself, 'hey, do I even want him?'."

"Because he always says he wants me and only me. I'm sorry that I believe him?" My face scrunches up as I become frustrated, "My family was around enough. I wasn't completely abandoned like Nikki was. I just don't know why I keep thinking he's going to change, he never does. It's a never ending fucking cycle we're fine one minute and then the next we're not. It won't fucking stop." I grumble, slumping back against the couch as I look past her.

"Then maybe this is when you need to change instead of waiting on him. You decide if you want to take this situation into your hands and decide the outcome."

My eyes find hers, "Are you telling me to leave him?" The expression drops from my face and a frown replaces it as she doesn't say anything in return, "But I love him...and I barely knew how to function in New York without him." I blink back tears as I stare at the green and white pattered carpet, "I just- I wouldn't even know how to bring it up to Nikki without it turning into one big pile of shit."

"You could always do it here. It is a safe space, ya know?"

"I know it's a safe place...I'd just be scared he'd storm out of here and I'd find all my stuff thrown out in the street."

She chuckles, "I highly doubt Nikki would do that to you." I shrug at her words, "I'm not saying to jump to conclusions Vanity. Think it over, listen to what your gut, mind and heart are saying. I can only give you so much advice, it's your turn to decide if you want to take it or not."

I take a deep breath in as I breathe it out slowly, "I'll think about it for a few days and then I'll talk to him. And whatever happens, happens."

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Melizabeth Week, Day 2: Heaven/Hell

Next part!

Fair warning: Intense language/cussing.

Part 2: The Omen

From Hell

It was a rather ordinary summer night in the English countryside. The weather was rather mild and the atmosphere quiet, for the most part. But don’t let that fool you— just because it feels comfortable, doesn’t mean that the forces of evil are not on the move. They always are; they are everywhere.

Hence why the silence of a quite ordinary cemetery in said countryside is slowly interrupted by the demons that crawl out from Below.

First was a tall and bulky demon, the top of his head nearly consumed by something black and slimy and possibly alive. His beady black eyes glared out in disgust at being on the Earth, his mouth forming into a loathing sneer. He stood tall, despite his hunch; but he made no more movement. After all, the basket he was holding was carrying what most people (at least those who didn’t know any better) would call “precious cargo”.

The next demon to appear was just as monstrous, though instead his mouth was formed into a sadistic smirk. His black eyes landed on the basket his comrade was holding and his smirk grew into a dripping grin.

“Is that it?”

“It is.”

“Can I see it?”

“No!”

“Oh, come on, Aranak—”

“We’re here to deliver it to Meliodas,” snarled Aranak. “Can’t afford to dawdle. Not that we want to anyway.”

Zeno growled, then tore his gaze away to glare. “Where is that idiot anyway? You’d think with how long he’s been here, he’d be able to get here in a snap.”

“He’s driving here.”

“Driving?!”

“I know.”

“You think all those rumors are true then? ‘bout him goin’ native?”

“He’s definitely been up here too long, that’s for sure.” When he heard the faint blast of rock music, Aranak let out a low growl and turned his gaze towards the Bentley driving towards them. “There he is now.”

And there he was, in his Bentley that always played Queen (no matter what CD or cassette was put in)—Meliodas the Serpent, the Worst of the Worst, the Prince of Darkness— the one demon who was sent up to Earth on a simple mission to tempt humanity away from grace and decided to stay. Granted, this alone wasn’t against the rules per se; but it was an odd contention across all demonkind. Of course, many didn’t dare bring this up to the Boss. One could only wonder what He would do to the demon who dared to speak badly against his Favorite™.

Aranak and Zeno watched as Meliodas parked the Bentley and then stepped out with a light slam of the door. He was wearing a sharp suit consisting entirely of black, with a tinge of dark green in the right light, and his face clear of any mold or any other blemishes. Probably the only aspect of him that might attract attention, at least from humans, were the dark sunglasses covering his snake-like green eyes. They saw him run a hand through his blond hair to tousle it before turning to send them a crooked grin. Then he began walking over to them in a perhaps too confident swagger, his hands casually in the pockets of his slacks.

“Hail Satan,” said Aranak with a slight nod.

“Hail Satan,” echoed Zeno, full of vigor.

“Yo, Aranak, Zeno! I never see you guys topside,” greeted Meliodas, his grin still wide. “What’s up?”

Not wanting to waste any more time, let alone on Earth, Aranak lifted his arm and held the basket in view. Meliodas stared at the basket a moment before his entire face went pale.

“No,” he whispered. “Is that…?”

Aranak grinned. “It is.”

“...Already?”

“In eleven years,” Zeno confirmed with a dark chuckle. “Then the seas will boil, the skies will fall, reality itself will crumble—and the second Holy War between Heaven and Hell will begin.”

Meliodas stared at them, his expression now aloof, almost cold. If one looked closer, they might be able to see the movement of his throat as he swallowed hard.

“And you will be the one to deliver it, orders from the Boss,” added Aranak, his smirk growing.

Unable to do anything else, Meliodas stretched his arm out and took the basket. He glanced down at it very briefly before casting a cool look at the other demons. “So, what now?”

“Now we’re done, the rest is on you,” said Zeno, already melting back to Hell, much like the slime covering the toad on his head.

“Further directions will be sent to you,” said Aranak, the slime on his head dripping along the rest of his body until it was covered entirely with mold. Before he disappeared entirely, he sent Meliodas a particular vile snarl. “Don’t fuck it up.”

“Yeah, yeah, tell Zel I say hi.”

He waited a moment more, just to make sure the other demons were certainly gone (for now), and then he stared down at the basket he was holding. Although the basket didn’t move in his grip, he could sense the one inside wriggling around, as one that small is wont to do.

“Fuck.”

From Heaven

It took everything in Elizabeth not to jump out of her seat at the bar as the sushi chef prepared her food in front of her. She watched with bright blue eyes as three fresh pieces of salmon were placed on sushi rice, and then watched as the chef prepared the spicy tuna roll. When he was finally finished, he let out a satisfied sigh and then plated it.

“Here you go, Ms. Liones,” said the chef in Japanese.

“Ah, thank you!” replied Elizabeth, in perfect Japanese. She bowed her head politely and added, “I will enjoy it.”

The chef sent her a bright smile before moving onto his next customer.

Elizabeth almost squealed while staring down at her plate. She took a deep breath, more than content with the smell of fresh fish, ginger, and wasabi, and her mouth immediately watered. She wasted no more time in grabbing her chopsticks and preparing to eat—only to freeze when a very familiar (and unwanted) presence appeared next to her.

“Here you are, Elizabeth. I’ve been looking for you all over the place!”

“Ludociel!” She turned to grace the Archangel with a polite smile. “Fancy seeing you here! To what do I owe the visit?”

Ludociel put on a smile, his eyes remaining closed as always.

“Oh, I was just passing through, wanting to visit one of my very favorite fellow angels!” he said with a pointed nod. “Imagine my surprise when I find you here— and with...what is that?”

“Oh, sushi! It’s fish with rice and seaweed— you dip it in soy sauce!” Elizabeth swallowed hard before lifting her plate. “W-w-would you like to try—?”

“Oh, no. I don’t defile my body with...gross matter. Probably wouldn’t be good for my figure,” he added with a raised eyebrow, again, a gesture that felt pointed.

Under the bar, Elizabeth’s free hand clenched in her lap.

“Was there anything you needed, Ludociel?” she asked.

“I just wanted to give you the news that, although the Almighty has been singing your praises about your work on Earth, well—don’t get too comfortable.”

“...May I ask why?”

“Well, in about eleven years, the Earth will no longer exist!” Ludociel’s wide grin was much like that of a ravenous crocodile. “Armageddon is on the move, and it won’t be long before we have to make preparations.”

Elizabeth was numb as she stared up at him. Sweat gathered along her forehead and dripped down her neck. “P-p-preparations?”

“For the next Holy War, of course! You know, between Heaven and Hell? Like how it’s stated in the Great Plan.”

“A-ah. Of course. The Holy War…”

“The War to Truly End All Wars— it will be glorious.”

“And...what do you need me to do?”

“For now, nothing. We have eleven years to prepare, of course, so we might find use of you near the end times— but for now, just keep doing what you’re doing! This was more of a courtesy call, if anything. After all, you are the one angel who stayed down here the longest.”

“Well, there’s always a lot of Good to be done here. Miracles and such,” Elizabeth explained.

“Yes, yes, and you work splendidly! So, keep doing that. Enjoy what you can,” said Ludociel, again with that pointed smirk. “Again, it won’t last long.”

And with a snap and one Miracle later, Ludociel was gone.

Elizabeth stared at the place where he’d stood, her face pale and her eyes wide with a growing horror. Armageddon...eleven years….

That indeed would not be enough time.

After quickly eating and paying for her meal, Elizabeth found an empty spot on the street and snapped. In a flash, she was back in her bookshop, surrounded by the familiar smells of dust and tea. She nearly ran to grab her phone, and she quickly dialed a number she had come to know all too well.

==

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

For the thousandth time that night, Meliodas wanted to slam his head against the steering wheel. With grinding teeth, he glanced at his rear mirror, his gut only growing heavier the more distance he put between himself and the Satanic nunnery where the sisters there would take care of The Switch™. It was an order that he couldn’t have refused, no matter how much the Boss seemed to favor him. For now, he could only hope that these next eleven years would drudge on by, at least enough for him to plan— something.

A certain angel came to mind, making a part of his chest go hollow. Should he tell her? Ugh, he could already picture her face at the news, the tears that would fall from her eyes— tears that for once, he desired not to see let alone be the cause of. She’d grown quite attached to this little dirt planet and its inhabitants. Then again, Meliodas knew— deep in his black, black heart— he was no better.

So it was truly providence when he heard his phone ring with a familiar tone. He pressed a button on his steering wheel, answering through his bluetooth.

“Yo,” he greeted, casually as he could.

“Meliodas, we’re in trouble,” said Elizabeth, going straight to business.

“I know— End of the World, eleven years.”

“Wait, how…?”

“Because I’m the one they demanded to deliver the baby.” After a thought, he groaned and added, “Not delivered-delivered, but. I delivered the child to the nuns. The Antichrist is probably charming their parents already…”

“So, it’s done then.”

“Yeah…yeah, angel. It’s over.”

A pause.

“Come to my bookshop. We need to come up with a plan.”

[yangrr]

disastrous rolls [h.jisung]

⇾ pairing : han jisung x reader

⇾ summary : chaos erupts in midst of enjoying some sushi rolls.

⇾ wc : 2k

⇾ genre/warnings : college!au,best friends to lovers!au | mild swearing

The continuous buzzing of notifications fell upon deaf ears,but even if it was anything important,you told yourself you weren’t going to spare it a glance.Thick reference books sprawled across the table,notes and exercise papers arranged in a messy array.You were treating the finals season like it was a life-or-death situation,but it was only fit considering you laze away most of the days when you could’ve done early preparations.

Your phone vibrated obnoxiously,adamant on getting your attention. You let out annoyed noises,unable to focus on the swimming words in front of you.It killed your concentration alright,and you pushed back your chair to get to that exasperating piece of electronic.

You knew quite well it was no other than Jisung,no one would’ve been that relentless to keep up the fruitless efforts of spamming your inbox with repeated messages in a row.Jisung wasn’t one to give up,that boy is more determined than anyone you knew--he could be fighting for the last slice of cheesecake during a sale as if it was the last puff of oxygen anyone would inhale.

Sure enough,your phone lit up with his contact,but this time it was an incoming call.Deciding it was enough waiting on his part,you swiped on the green answer button,flopping down on the plush couch.

“Hey,oh my gosh.”Jisung puffed out in greeting.The resounding smack of the soles of his shoes against asphalt was loud enough for you to hear,little pants of breathlessness filled your ears as you waited for Jisung to elaborate.It was rare to hear the energetic male sound so out of air,but you guessed he had been running for a while now--there didn't seem to be any other logical explanation for him to come off like he was on the verge of death.

“Sung,did you miss your bus again?”You spoke,forcing back a yawn as you listened to more wheezes of wind.

“No,” Jisung huffed,sounding mildly offended. “Who do you take me for?I’m not that irresponsible.”

You bit the inside of your cheek,choking back a laugh.The memories of his misfortune right before he calls you every time were priceless--something always go wrong before he runs into you,it was almost like an endless time-loop that brought you both together again and again under the guise of bad luck.

It has a wide range of defects,from slipping on spilt hot coffee to accidentally burning your worksheets to crisps,you honestly don’t know how much more disaster you would run into the longer you spent time with him.

“Okay,yeah maybe I missed my bus.” Jisung coughed out.His footsteps faltered,pants slowing down simultaneously. “But I got some food and I didn’t want it to get cold so I ran over.”

His fingers curled nervously around the paper bag,tearing the brown material apart from how hard he was digging his nails into it.The lack of response from your side was unnerving,and he felt his guts gurgled nauseatingly.

“You’re okay with me coming over right?”He quipped,voice smaller than before. “I know you’re studying and all but I figured you could use a break.”

“My door is already open,hurry.”

+

Donned in a simple black hoodie and sweatpants,Han Jisung had a funny way of making your heart thump like hooves on concrete pavements.His hair was a tousled mess,clear sheen of sweat coating his skin was glistening under the evening sun.The eager and warm expression gracing his features was one you could never brush aside,as you let him into your humble abode.

“Nothing else happened right?”You giggled,taking the package from him.His lithe fingers grazed slightly against yours,igniting sparks on the expanse of your skin,causing shudders to run down your back like little ghost fingers.

He laughed,embarrassed. Jisung’s arm rested comfortably on your shoulder,guiding you into your own kitchen.Sometimes,you wonder if you were the one living here or him,considering how well he knew the layout by now.

The amount of times he disrupted your peace was phenomenal too.

He fished out the plastic container,revealing tempting-looking pieces of sushi.You recognised it almost immediately,making a grab for it before Jisung pulled it away.

“That aunty opened her shop again?”You gaped,lunging for the food,which Jisung avoided with ease.He sniggered,backing away to the kitchen counter. “Give me.”

Jisung shook his head,a teasing glint apparent in his eyes.He smirked coyly, “You’ll have to come get it if you want some.”

You whined in vex,crossing your arms across your chest and sent him the dirtiest glare you could summon.Jisung paid no mind,reaching over you to seize the chopsticks.He made sure to bend just enough,so his chest brushed you in the most subtle way possible.Silent smirk adorned his lips when he felt you tensed up under the contact,breath hitched when his warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear.

“You should study,I’ll keep you company,”

You raised your eyebrows questioningly,gesturing to the unopened packet of food.He returned your look with a smug playful one,almost quizzically as he stared back at you.

“These are my sushi.”He emphasised.Stretching his arms above your head,Jisung continued. “If you survive another hour of studying,I’ll give you the other box.”

“Are you really gonna bet with me right now?”You snarked back,a competitive grin stretching across your face. “No,if I do it, you’ll have to give me more than a box of sushi.”

“Bet.”

+

An hour has never felt longer in your life.The clock seemed to tick by way too slow for liking,like muddy water sliding down a cemented path.You were feeling agitated,fidgeting in your seat each time you heard chewing noises from behind you.

(Exaggerated groans of satisfaction accompanying the chomps were starting to piss you off too.You were sure Jisung was doing that as a very messed up form of torment.)

“Are you gonna give up yet?”Jisung asked,with mouthful of the meaty goodness.You could almost inhale the corporeal form of the tender salmon if you try hard enough,you think.Maybe then you would realise how stupid the bet was and you should have just tackled him for it. “It’s been 35 minutes now.”

“Stop talking to me.”You mumbled. “You’re being a distraction.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

There it was again,the teasing lilt in his tone was about to drive you up the wall.You pursed up your mouth,choosing to violently highlight your textbook instead.

“If you give up I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Jisung,be quiet.” You chided,flipping the page a little too aggressively.It was times like this where it was just the two of you made you realise that the back and forth fronting was not worth it,but you were too much of a coward to act on a whim.The sudden overwhelming part of you that longed to be more than just his good friend burned,and you didn’t dare turn to face him lest the yearning got too much to curb.

“I’ll get you some water,stop drinking coffee.”He ignored your last statement,the sound of the chair legs scraping the tiles behind you told you that he had probably gone to the kitchen.

Sighing,you stood up and followed him out the bedroom. Jisung’s back faced you,one hand curled around a mug and the other around the kettle.The golden fingers of the sun bathed your apartment with the right amount of saturation,glowing off Jisung’s tanned skin.You let your eyes indulge in him,raking over his soft features from the curve of his nose and the divot of his lips,you swear you would give anything to keep the shine in his eyes last.

Jisung sent you a gentle smile,handing you the cup carefully.

Maybe in the same way,you saw his eyes adored you in ways you were sure you did to him,admiring your beauty in the bask of the yellow light.Maybe he was falling too deep to tap out,delirious and drunk with the throbbing want in his chest that he had tried so hard to suppress that he let his guard plummet.

And maybe he would’ve kissed you if his wrist didn’t go limp with the adrenaline coursing through him,anchoring back to reality when the ceramic shattered.

“Jisung.”You sounded weak,he wasn’t sure if you were angry or just too tired to deal with the non-stop chaos that tailed him whenever you both met up.He didn’t look up,opting to keep his head down as he searched for the broom.

“I’ll clean it up,I’m sorry.”

“Jisung,it’s fine--,”

“No,just--,”His tone was sharp.Frustrated. “Just let me do it.”

You watched as he swept up the bits and shards,leaning against the counter as he did so.

“Jisung.”You called out again. “Jisung.”You repeated,this time firmer.

He sighed in defeat,slumping against your form as he snaked his arm around your waist. “Don’t you think I’m just causing trouble for you?”

You disagreed,patting his back comfortingly. “Don’t say it like that.You’re never a bother.”

Jisung lifted his head,gaze trained on your face as he exhaled shakily.The room felt like it was closing in,the bursting need to hold him closer erupted in your chest but again,

You were a coward.

Jisung’s fingers were cold,tucking the stray locks of hair behind your ear as delicately as he could,in fear that he would break you if he wasn’t cautious enough.Blood pounded loudly in his ears,and he hoped it would get louder,just so he wouldn’t be able to hear your curses at him if you were to reject his moves right now.

Slowly,he closed in,squeezing his eyes shut when he felt all shreds of confidence leaving his body.He was afraid,afraid that after whatever he was about to do,your relationship will perish,burning into ashes of being strangers again.

But he figured,if he was already at this point,there was no reason for him to turn back.

So he pressed his mouth against yours,starting off strong and eager but it mellowed down,turning sweeter and more chaste by the minute.His lips told you words he would never have,studying yours with more enigma than readying for exams.You dreamt too many times of this,and it didn’t turn out the way you wanted--it was more than you ever expected.

You tasted the salmon on his tongue,shivering when his hands mapped out every curve and dip of your body.Hanging your arms on his broad shoulders,you dove more and more into him,familiar and cozy like fresh linens after a long day of hard work.It was just...right.

It wasn’t worth being a coward but at least you didn’t push him away like an idiot.

It took all self-restraint to pull away,Jisung steadied his giddy self by placing a wobbly hand on the marble countertop.The air escaped your lungs in bashful giggles,intertwining your trembling fingers with his as you inhaled the scent on his hoodie.

“You still want sushi?”Jisung choked out casually,opening the second box behind you.He forked out one,bumping your lips. “Say ah,”

Still slightly hazy and confused from the exchange of saliva,both your limbs and coordination haven’t recovered enough,causing Jisung to totally miss the target,and stabbing you on the bottom lip instead.You shrieked in pain,Jisung stumbled backwards and now there was sushi on the floor.

Everything was a roller coaster with him,but the kiss was definitely not a disaster.

Fuck the sushi.

[isshuns]

word dump

untitled kuroken fic in the lex miserables series :’) tw: eating problems, feeling disconnected from oneself, anxiety, idk if there’s depression in this lolol

the realisation that something is wrong with himself comes to kenma one day when hinata invites him to one of the firm’s after-work bonding sessions. 

these bonding sessions usually take place on friday evenings, taking advantage of the happy hour policies of the bar down the street. the usual participants - tora, ryuu, noya, inuoka, lev and hinata - gather by kenma’s door while hinata beams at him expectantly, waiting for his acceptance to an invite that goes rejected every week. 

it’s admirable, really, that hinata tries so hard to include him in the after-work team bonding sessions. it’s a benefit fully paid for by the firm, courtesy of the partners insisting that any costs for team bonding ought to be shouldered by the employers, but kenma is always the last person to ever take advantage of this benefit. it is probably the one single benefit of his employment that he rarely takes advantage of. 

“come on, kenma, it’ll be fun!” hinata grins, radiant like the sun. 

kenma blinks, steals a glance at the time displayed by the corner of his desktop, and sighs.

“sorry, shouyou, not today.” it ought to get easier each passing time he rejects hinata’s offer to drink themselves silly, but somehow it isn’t. the guilt that crawls through his skin consistently makes him sick with anxiety every time.

“it’s okay, next time, kenma! i’ll be sure to get you to come one day!” 

hinata is welcome to try.

hunger faintly registers itself in his brain, but he has no appetite at all. he works backwards to identify his thought patterns for the past few days. he either stress-ate and had more meals per day than he usually did, or he didn’t eat at all despite knowing that he would get hungry the next day, 

if kuroo noticed anything, kenma is only grateful that he hasn’t commented on it at all. 

it feels strange, swinging from one end of the spectrum to the other end back and forth day by day. at the end of the journey, all kenma feels is bone deep exhaustion, bitter hopelessness and a sense of resignation.

on one day, he felt better, and indulged himself with an expensive unagi bento set from the michelin starred sushi restaurant down in roppongi. without digging in yet, he passed by his favourite bakery, saw his favourite apple pies fresh out of the oven, and bought two large slices on impulse. 

kenma ate everything in one go for dinner. in the aftermath, the food he ingested probably washed away all the good cheer he had too. he felt sick, fat, and sluggish with too much food in his now round belly, and desperately wished that his stomach would stay flat forever instead. kenma felt disgusted with himself then, but not to the point he would stick his finger down his throat and purge everything out of his disgestive system. it was a passing thought, one he gave serious consideration to, but did not act on it because kuroo would find out. 

the next day, he somehow felt dissatisfied, craved for the hash browns from mcdonald’s, and bought a breakfast set on a whim. kenma finished the entire meal on the way to work. and then he had lunch with the department, and by the time the sun was setting across the tokyo skyline, he lowkey disliked the feeling of ingesting food so much that he skipped dinner that night and forgoed all proper meals for the remaining days of the week. he survived on one single meal during lunch time, and continued to drown in the loss of appetite.

kenma hates this. he hates his relationship with food. he hates that therapy isn’t helping him to deal with this, that all the coping techniques he’s learned throughout therapy never prepared him for this. his next session with takeda-san is scheduled after another three weeks or so, and kenma is about to fling himself off the tokyo bridge if he has to continue surviving the days like this. 

after hinata leaves, kenma continues to stare at his desktop, a blank expanse stretched across the monitor. he’s supposed to start on the submissions after trial for a case, but the cursor continues to blink and taunt him from the beginning of the blank page. 

quietly, kenma slides open the drawer beside him, and quietly peruses the takeout menu kuroo left on his table last week before he travelled to hokkaido for a week-long trial. the yellow post-it note is still stuck onto the top left corner of the flyer. 

just in case you don’t feel like going out for meals~, it reads. 

it ought to feel endearing, and it would have, but kenma is stuck in some sort of fugue state with no exit in sight. so all he feels is emptiness, and disappointment in himself for failing to appreciate and capture the true emotion the post-it note meant to provide. 

distantly, kenma feels the signs of hunger incoming. all he had for today was one salmon mayo onigiri from the local familymart at ground floor at noon. right now, time has trickled by and is inching closer towards 8pm. with the pandemic, restaurants will close soon. 

i should order something, kenma tells himself, but the lack of appetite overpowers all semblance of rationality, disconnects his thoughts and shuts down his brain. by the time kenma leaves the office, the takeout menu is tucked back into the drawer, out of sight, out of mind.

-----------------------------------

kenma hears the sound of something frying coming from his apartment before he actually smells food in the air. the train leading home was oddly empty today for a friday evening, and kenma had almost the entire carriage to himself. hunger never came back to find him while he stared blankly out of the windows, lost to the static buzzing across his mind.

kuroo is back today, early, his brain tells him unhelpfully as he fishes out his key and unlocks the door, kuroo is cooking.

his mouth waters at the smell of fried oil wafting through the air, but somehow he still doesn’t feel hungry, nor does he feel the need to eat. if he doesn’t exert himself tonight and sleeps early, kenma is confident that he can power through the night without sustenance until lunchtime next morning. 

“welcome home~” kuroo chimes, voice rising above the sizzling sound of hot oil frying in a pan. 

kenma doesn’t need to wait for long before his partner appears before him in the genkan, ridiculous pink apron draped in front of his expensive armani dress shirt as he brandishes a pair of long chopsticks in kenma’s face.

“i cooked dinner.” kuroo declares proudly. because i know you have not eaten yet, goes unsaid.

what should kenma say now? i know, or that’s nice, or perhaps i’m not hungry? which response should he give that would not trigger kuroo to overreact and fuss over his recent lack of appetite? kenma doesn’t want kuroo to worry again. kuroo should only smile, and not have to worry about his wellbeing.

kuroo must have picked up on his mental dilemma, and gives him the easy way out. 

“why don’t you go wash up? i’ll be done in five, then we can eat together.” he smiles, and ducks to peck a chaste kiss on kenma’s forehead before going back to the kitchen.

kenma’s heart twists in guilt. 

when he’s done showering, kenma stands in front of the wardrobe mirror in nothing but kuroo’s oversized shirt hanging off his wiry frame. his face is thinner now, cheek bones more prominent. his fingers travel down from his jawline to press against the collarbones hidden beneath pale skin. 

the hard touch of bones brings him comfort, somehow. with this, kenma will never have to feel disgusted with himself by eating too much and having food fill up his stomach. the sick feeling that he gets from eating one meal too much a day won’t return to haunt him anymore like this. his brain is now quiet, nothing is telling him that he needs to eat, that he needs to pick up the phone to order for food, that he needs to put on decent clothes and walk down the street to get food.

nothing, except kuroo, who is walking up to him this instant, fond expression painted across his handsome features, and planting his large hands over his hipbones.

“have i ever told you how much i love seeing you in my shirt?” kuroo dips his head and presses a kiss against kenma’s shoulder. 

kenma rolls his eyes. kuroo’s smile grows wider, brighter, and he releases him after stroking his thumbs across kenma’s hipbones not once but twice.

“come, kenma,” kuroo leads him to the table, where a bowl of udon and assorted tempura awaits him. kenma’s shoulders drop a little more. 

“eat,” kuroo says.

kuroo takes a seat across him, still smiling, and waits for kenma to start digging in. instead, kenma waits and counts the seconds it would take for that smile to disappear off kuroo’s face. 

in this house, there is no need to pretend to force food down his oesophagus and feel shitty about it later. kenma chooses not to touch his food, just like how kuroo hasn’t touched his either. 

“are you feeling unwell, kenma?” the smile is still there, perched on kuroo’s lips, but kenma notices the way it tightens a little and loses the casualness it once possessed mere seconds ago.

“... no.” 

“are you not hungry?”

kenma fidgets in his seat. how does he tell kuroo that he just doesn’t feel like eating? that he looks at food and his brain doesn’t tell him to consume them for sustenance anymore? 

“yeah. i’m not hungry, sorry, after you cooked and all that.” he says, quietly, like the walls of this house have ears and nowhere is safe for his ugly feelings to go. 

“that’s alright, kenma. you don’t have to be sorry, we can save this for lunch tomorrow.” kuroo gestures vaguely in the air, “we have snacks. eat something. let’s not go to bed on an empty stomach.” 

kenma shrinks further into his seat. he really doesn’t want to eat at all today, for some reason. the thought of food swimming in his stomach makes him feel a little sick. 

“hey, kenma,” kuroo reaches out to touch him, voice soft, “what’s wrong? you can tell me, I won’t be mad.”

kuroo stands from his seat, and comes to sit beside kenma and pull the latter into his arms. he always comes to him, never the other way around. kenma doesn’t know what to make of it, but he feels touched yet guilty at the same time. he knows he should reach out to kuroo more often, reassure him whenever things are looking up, but it’s always kuroo that reaches out first because he knows and understands how difficult it is for kenma step out of his anxiety and take the first step. 

kenma doesn’t deserve kuroo’s love. he will never be worthy of his affections.

“i just... don’t feel like eating. lately.” the last word comes out softer, barely a whisper, but from the way kuroo’s arms tighten around his shoulders, kenma knows kuroo has picked up the intended meaning behind his words. 

“it’s okay to feel that way,” kuroo tells him kindly, “it’s okay.”

“i don’t know why. i just... feel disconnected, somehow, from myself.” 

“thank you for telling me, kenma. what can i do to help?”

kenma wants to cry. well, at least that’s a feeling other than emptiness in him now.

“I don’t know, kuro.”

“we’ll figure it out. it’s okay, we’ll take baby steps, one step at a time. i will be here with you to support you.”

kenma closes his eyes and leans against kuroo’s lean body. he buries his nose into the juncture between kuroo’s neck and shoulder, seeking warmth and comfort. he feels the tension seep out of kuroo’s shoulders when kenma finally reciprocates, knowing that kenma isn’t closing himself off to the world now, to kuroo. the door leading to kenma’s being is still open and nobody has slammed any door closed yet.

kenma sighs.

“thank you,” he says.

[bebepac]

Food Fail (Happy Birthday Robin! 2020)

This is the first time I’ve ever written a birthday Fic and it’s in honor of a friend of mine @dcbbw​​ !!!!  Happy Birthday my friend!!!!!!  

When I first joined the fandom back in January, when I was searching for fics to read, she was one of the first people when I searched that came across.   I started reading her stories.  When I wanted to  write my own, and was nervous and anxious, she helped give me the confidence to write. 

She’s a very talented writer, and is incredibly humble.  I am happy to call you my friend.  I really hope you have a wonderful day today. 

So I wrote this about a food you do not like.  SUSHI.  Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! 

I hope you enjoy it.  See what I did there.  LOL!!!!!!

I used my characters from Pops Place, as you can tell.

I also used @shitthepizza​​​ About Pizza prompt # 5:  “I am always in the mood for pizza,” which will appear in bold.

Jaiden Brooks is my own character, all other characters belong to Pixelberry. 

This is not the next chapter of Pops Place.  But it fits into the series.  To check out the series Pop's Place Masterlist

Summary:  Mia goes out with the gang for dinner.  

Warnings:  Profanity.  That’s pretty much it.

Word Count: 1202

Tagging: @queenjilian​ @bbrandy2002​ @indiacater​ @janezillow​  @islandcrow​ @mom2000aggie​ @gkittylove99​ @gabesmommie1130​ @sophie-and-shizuku​​ @kingliam2019​​ @queenwalton​​ @cordonia-gothqueen​​ @texaskitten30​​  @marshmallowsaremyfavorite​​ @queen-arabella-of-cordonia​​ @lodberg​​ @hopefulmoonobject​​ @kimmiedoo5​​ @sanchita012​​  @mrsdrakewalkerblog​​ @cordonianroyalty​​ @batgirlassociationofgothamcity​​ @hopelessromanticmonie​​ @marietrinmimi​​ @blueaster-blog1​​ @lovablegranny​​ @ac27dj​​ @classylady1234​​ @loudbluebirdlover​​ @atha68​​ @nikkis1983​​ @furiousherringoperatortoad​​ @sevenfuckslefttogive​​ @ladyangel70​​ @burnsoslow​​ @axwalker​​ @debramcg1106​​ @marshmallowsandfire​​ @choicesficwriterscreations​

Song Inspiration for this fic:  “Milkshake” by Kelis

https://youtu.be/pGL2rytTraA

I don’t own rights to the music. or quoted lyrics later on.  

"Hey if you want to, you and Daniel can meet me at Pop's and we can ride together downtown."

"Oh my GOD Jaiden thanks!!! I absolutely hate driving in downtown Raleigh with all the one way streets and parallel parking."

"But Mia, you seriously have the smallest car in the world to parallel park."

"It's North Carolina, not New York, no one parallel parks here, you pull in. I didn't have to parallel park for my driving test."

"Well I'm from New York and we parallel park."

"Well you go right ahead Mr. New Yorker!"

"Then I will show you how it's done Miss Southern Belle, after we …. He cleared his throat and continued in the worst southern drawl ever, “drink sweet tea and eat apple cobbler in the parlor Ma'am.”

Mia burst out laughing.  

“Shut up! You know I’m not like that, and I definitely don’t sound like that.”  

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand your dialect.”  

“YOU TALKING TO ME?”  Mia said in her best Robert De Niro voice.  

Daniel looked at the two of them bickering back and forth. He looked surprised. 

 “Hmmm… that was pretty good.”  Jaiden said to her nodding.  “You could get by in the city with that.”  

“Thank you.”  Mia flashed him a smile.  

“So, I'll pick you guys up around 6:20?"

"That's perfect."

When they were in the car.  She kept noticing Daniel staring at her.  

“Whaaaaat?”

“Um… so are you going to tell me what that was, or do I have to guess?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Girl…..“

“Daniel What?!?!?!”

“Are you and Jaiden a thing?”  

“Uh no. We’re just friends.”

Daniel gave her a look.

“I don’t flirt with my friends like that.”  Daniel raised his eyebrow at Mia again.

“We were not flirting.”  

“You two are definitely something-ing because, I could cut the tension with a machete.”

“Nuh uh.. It’s not even like that Daniel.”

“I’m just saying Mia, you need a theme song for this summer, and I got just the one.”

Mia smirked at him.

“Mia’s milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like, it’s better than yours, damn right it’s better than yours, I could teach you, but I have to charge.”

“Okay Daniel.”  

“You better wear something cute for your bae.”  

“He’s not my Bae.”

“Okay, then he’s a friend that definitely wants to see you naked.  Girl, can I live vicariously through you this summer? Cuz you’re pulling all the men so far.”  

“Yeah and they all the winners,  “Drake: I have a long distance girlfriend, but yeah let’s hang out too,  and Liam: Mr. I’m pretty sure you did something shady to get me to look your way and discredit Drake but he screwed that up on his own.”

“And Leo: Mr. I have given you a nickname but no one else can use it, and let’s get you crazy drunk.”    

“Okay… already let’s get you home so we can get ready and get back for dinner.”

When they arrived  back right around 6:15, they pulled up seeing Jaiden leaning against his jeep.  

As they walked up to  Jaiden’s jeep she heard Daniel softly singing.

“La - la - la - la - laaaaaa… the boy is waiting….”

She punched Daniel.  

“Should I even ask?” Jaiden looked at the two of them.

“No you should not.”

He opened the door for Mia letting her get into the car. 

“Your jeep is nice.”  

“Thanks, it took me getting straight A’s and graduating 3rd in my class to get it.”  

“So you’ll be at Cordonia U in the fall then?”

“Why would you think that?”  

“Because you live in Prestonwoods.”

“Yeah, I don’t get all that you’re either Prestonwoods or you’re everyone else crap.  We actually toured both.  I liked Hartfeld better.  That’s where I’ll be this fall.”  

“Me too.”  

“Cool.”  He glanced in Mia’s direction.  Mia was wearing a red  dress and white sandals.  She looked really cute.  

“Watch and learn Mia.”  

Jaiden flawlessly parallel parked between two cars.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?”  

“You know what… I’m locking you in the car.  I’ll go enjoy dinner with Daniel. You’ll have air and sadness for dinner Mia.” Jaiden laughed.  Mia couldn’t help her smile on her face.

“Oh my god!!!!  Air and Sadness?!?!  I really like you Jaiden.  You put her in her place.”  Daniel chuckled.  “Mia needs a guy that is as funny as she is.”  

Daniel noticed them both stare at each other in silence.  

Yep… he thought… there are definite sparks there.

“I’ll get the door for you Mia.”  

“Where are we meeting everyone at? I’m starving.”  

“Sushi Blues Cafe.”

“Sushi…. As in raw fish?”  

“There are cooked sushi rolls.  Have you had sushi?”

“I’ve never tried it.. I like my fish fried and battered, with tartar sauce, and either lemon juice or vinegar, thanks to Pops.”  

“So I’ll get a Philadelphia roll,  it’s cooked  with smoked salmon, avocado, cream cheese. Most people who are newbies to sushi like it.  So I'll share mine with you. I’ll get two so if you like it, you can have your own.”  

When they got into the restaurant the only seats left were on the end of the table.  Daniel sat in the next to the last seat, and Mia sat on the end being left handed, and Jaiden sat across from her.  She noticed everyone else was there.  Hana, Penelope, Maxwell, Olivia, Leo, Rashad, Neville, and Liam.  No Drake.  He probably doesn’t do Sushi.   Can’t blame him.  They passed out menus.  Mia looked nervous.  She ordered a green tea, and when the server came back for her food order, she couldn’t remember what roll Jaiden said he was going to get.

“She’s with me,” Jaiden said.  “We’ll get two philly rolls.”  

She smiled at him.  “Thank you,” she mouthed to him.

“You’re welcome.”  he whispered back.

She stared at her plate.

She poked a piece of the sushi.

“It’s not going to attack you, Mia.”  

“And this is cooked?”

“Yeah.”  

“You’re sure?”  

“Yeah.”  

“Do you like spicy stuff?”

“Not really.”

“So that green stuff, stay away from that then. That’s wasabi.”  

“Ginger?”

“Meh…”

“Yeah, we won’t mess with that either then.”  

“So put some soy sauce on a piece.”  

Mia mimicked him.

“And just one big bite. Eat it.”

He popped it in his mouth and chewed.  

“It’s good, now your turn.”  

Mia did as he did.  She dry heaved.  

Jaiden almost fell out of his chair, because of the look on Mia’s face.  It was clear…. Mia was not a fan of sushi. Both Jaiden and Daniel both were roaring in laughter.  

“Chew it up, or spit it out.  Do something Mia!!!!”

Liam looked in their direction in all the ruckus they were causing.  Liam wished he was sitting with Mia, they looked to be having so much fun.  

Mia managed to swallow the piece of sushi.

“Want another then?”  Jaiden  asked seriously for a second, then burst into laughter again.  

“No thanks.  I’d almost would have rather had the air and sadness, you offered earlier.” 

When it was time to leave and the check was passed out, Jaiden paid for Mia’s share even though she didn’t really eat anything.

They walked  down the street together.  

“So… how about a pizza?” Jaiden asked.

“I’m always in the mood for pizza.”  

“Let’s go get you some dinner then Mia.”  

Mia smiled as Jaiden led the way back to his vehicle.

[pyrovilian]

RULES: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

i was tagged by @stolligaseptember <33!

1. Name/Nickname: Anna, don’t have any nicknames :(

2. Gender: woman (I think)

3. Star sign: Capricorn babey!!

4. Height: 161 cm

5. Time: 21:34

6. Birthday: January 12th

7. Favourite bands: hgghhmmm??? The lumineers, abba<33, Florence and the machine (is that a band?? Do they count?? I’m uncultured)

8. Favourite solo artists: the tallest man on earth<33, Mitski, Elton John, Helen hot woman Sjöholm, Monica Zetterlund my beloved

9. Song stuck in my head: Francis Forever

10. Last movie: Probably Rocketman I think am not sure

11. Last show: Just finished Anne With an E Netflix (my beloved, I cry so much everytime) and am now watching (finally) Star Trek the next generation

12. When did I create this blog: 2014

13. What I post: fandom that changes like every three months, stuff that I find funny and stuff I like, my blog is exclusively for ME I’m sorry babeys

14. Last thing googled: “Knugen mössa” (u should google it for some funny pictures of the king of Sweden in hats)

15. Other blogs: so many but I don’t use any of them

16. Do I get asks: sometimes yeah

17. Why I chose my url: had to switch away from a h*rr* p*tt*r url and this is my name on ff.net and ao3

18. Following: 806 most are like dead blogs cause I started following them in 2014

19. Followers: 355 most are also dead blogs since they started following me in 2014

20. Average hours of sleep: 7 hours 30 minutes

21. Lucky number: I do not have one

22. Instruments: can in theory play the piano, I have a bass that I am trying slightly to learn how to play but also I haven’t touched it in weeks, it’s not an instrument but what I mainly do is sing

23. What am I wearing: Sleepy time clothes! A Big blue t-shirt and black bootcut velour sweatpants (with pockets!!)

24. Dream trip: god I am planning a train trip round Europe with a friend but what I really wanna do rn is go somewhere warm at a nice hotel and swim and tan and drink fruity drinks all day god I want THE SUn and a POOL ahhhhh and the OCEAN and like a massages god god god give me a proper vacation give me VACCINE

25. Favourite food: hgmmmm,,, SWEDISH waffles with whipped cream and raspberry jam and or salmon sushi

26. Nationality: swedish

27. Favourite song: the gardener by tallest man on earth it has been on my top 100 Spotify since Spotify started top 100

28. Last book read: I think it was the last Todhunter Moon book,,, I haven’t read since last summer but I got Good Omens for my birthday am gonna try to read it as soon as I have the time

29. Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: okokok GOOD question let’s see the fault in our stars I wanna live in a world where champagne tastes like fireworks, the wolves of mercy falls I wanna taste that amazing hot chocolate, lotr I wanna be a really tall elf I envy the height and the hair and I wanna live forever, also there’s proobably good food there as well (do we sense a pattern? yes)

30. Favourite color: I am constantly surrounding myself with blue cause it matches my eyes but sunshine that’s my favourite colour madam sun I love u!!!

I tag: @songbookff @ananas-pineapple-thing @oddsight WAIT TWENTY BLOGS ok that’s not gonna happen but I can do some more wait hmmm @elderring @stormysapphic @septimus-heap @jchall110 @littlemyinvadeshighbury @quillsand and YOU!!! If ur reading this ur tagged!!! Do it if u wanna<333!!