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sukirichi · 3 years

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crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water.

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

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miy4bot · 4 years

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peppermint

pairing: yaku x gn!reader;

genre: fluffy winter-ish fluff, safe for work, your child can read this;

warnings: kenma being a salty hoe, some swearing here and there, poor writing, 2 cool 2 beta test;

winter is cold, but a hot peppermint mocha can keep you warm

a/n: idk what is this BUT n e ways mah boi mori needs more content

15/01

cherishing your friends is the most normal thing on earth, would think morisuke, twirling in his hands the lucky charm you gave him before the match with nohebi. after all, it’s a nice sign of support and faith that gave him a pretty big boost of confidence. an average reaction, yaku says with a nervous smile while looking away from kuroo. one thing tetsu knows about his friend for sure - he can’t lie to someone’s face.

the evening started to fade out, replacing ruddy sunset with the haze of nightfall. all of nekoma’s members were already on their way home, minus one particular third-year libero, who was standing at the bus stop, checking his phone. tonight wasn’t such a big of a deal - after all, it’s been years since he started coming to your house and sleepovers were a casual event for you both.

ding

[17:43] y/n: moriii

[17:44] y/n: where the f r u

[17:44] y/n: it’s cold

the moment he saw the display lighting up with your name on it, a warm feeling spread through his soul.

[17:44] mori: at the station 🙄

[17:45] mori: freezing my ass while waiting for you

yaku, indeed, is quite a straightforward and a confident person - he never hesitates to give you his honest opinion on whatever the topic is. but since the day he caught himself thinking about you it was fairly difficult for him to express all the thoughts on his mind. and still, he’s sure you already caught up on that, right? you wouldn’t be so sweet and flirty with him otherwise. or are you just trying not to hurt his feelings? or…

“morisuke!“ the cheerful expression on your face rapidly changes into a worried one. “why are you even standing? your ankle needs a rest, don’t you remember?“

gosh. yes, he does remember about the ankle. but he can’t control his hands reaching out for your bag, so you dodge him.

“no, winner, you think i will let you do that?“ the nickname you gave him made his pale cheeks turn into a cherry-ish tone. Miyagi’s icy wind was doing its job.. yeah, the weather today was pretty chill. “i’ve got you the simpson biscuits.“

the sudden mention of that damn cookies makes a little giggle escape yaku’s mouth, following a burst of loud laughter.

“thanks, i hate them.”

29/01

something about mori’s presence never fails to make you feel safe and cozy. maybe those are the results of spending the past two years near him, maybe it’s just yaku himself, but god does it feel nice to curl your body into his while laying on a futon sofá. his steady heartbeat felt like a lullaby, mixing with background noises of “nightmare before christmas” and wind blowing outside. if someone saw this scene from the far without knowing you both, they would definitely think it’s a sappy couple’s pastime. thought, kai already thinks you’re a sappy couple.

a starbucks cup of peppermint mocha with morisuke scribbled on it was cooling on the chabudai.

your eyelids started to get heavy under the weight of accumulated fatigue and stress. the last thing you could sense was the light touch of the roughened fingertips on your thigh and soft kiss on the hairline.

[1:23] ken: why did you leave the server

[1:23] ken: dont tell me u r as lame as kuro and fell asleep

[1:27] mori: stfu you don’t even crop your memes fuck you

[1:28] ken: stop babying ur boo and come back kei team is beating my ass

[1:28] ken: im alone

yaku audibly gasps at the “boo” and bite his lip, trying to calm down the urge to snap at kenma through voice messages. it’s not like he listens to them anyways.

[1:30] mori: they’re not my boo or wtv bleached loser

[1:30] ken: yaku idfc who they r just join already

his gaze glides over your body, stopping on the parted lips. datemate, huh? maybe it was something special going between you two. maybe not. you always left him with a bunch of unanswered questions and a blunted feeling of hope. yaku has no doubts about his libero skills, about his grades or how damn attractive he is, but social interactions weren’t exactly his strength, let alone romantic ones. the first and the last time mori overstepped his pride and asked for advice was two month ago in the discord group chat. let’s just say kuroo isn’t the best romantic advisor out of here.

what will change if you actually start dating?

ice crystals slowly began to melt in yaku’s hands as he formed a snowball. the clock showed it’s half past four of the evening, half an hour later than the time you both agreed to meet.

winter is mori’s favourite. the way his heated body collides against january cold, warm khaki parka his mom got him on his 16 birthday, snow angels and even KFC chicken he despises doesn’t taste so bad. you were supposed to go on a cute and cliché coffee-shop date, that nishinoya strongly recommended. it was still a mystery to morisuke how yuu found out about his little crush, but the idea of being able to sit down and look at you peacefully drinking hot drink while the snow covered the streets of tokyo seemed quite nice.

but yet, you are a sleepy head.

and he knew it better than anyone else.

rubbing your eyes, you tried to focus your gaze on the phone’s display. it’s thursday. evening. the evening. your maybe date with yaku was supposed to happen like half an hour ago, if not more. and he’s probably waiting for you while freezing himself outside. abruptly getting up from the warmth of the bed and ignoring the darkness in eyes, you approach the window.

the moment you decided to get your head out and look up if he’s here, a sharp sensation of prickly frost burst your cheek.

a fucking snowball?

staring blankly at your hand, you blink twice in disbelief.

“good morning, y/n l/n, i hope you slept well” a loud voice cuts through the dead silence in your neighborhood. well, it definitely woke you up from your daydream, won’t lie.

briskly going down the stairs, meanwhile wrapping yourself in a warm and fluffy cardigan, you cursed yourself for being such a mess. oh gosh, how could you totally forget about such a thing? after getting so hyped about it and spending 3 hours choosing the clothes you would wear?

standing right in front of him feels awkward. as it should, you think, especially after making him wait for you for 30 minutes straight. trying to escape his curious look, probably because of your new pajamas, you sigh.

“well, do you still wanna get something hot with me?”

libero chuckles and the annoyance he was feeling not so long ago disappears.

“bet.”

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all-good-things-dot-dot-dot · 4 years

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All Good Things… Doris the Doggo’s Story.

#Blog #Bloggerstribe #AllGoodThings… . 25th June 2020

Hello, Chaps and Chapettes,

Boy, I can tell you I am looking forward to some cooler weather. It is hot as balls in England! Or, as hot as an Englishman’s balls can cope in this weather. It makes it very hard to concentrate on writing or telling any kind of story, you really have to find a wedge into the thing you are writing and make it as exciting for yourself as a writer as well as for the reader. If you don’t have that drive to get a story, blog, or miscellaneous writing going, it isn’t going to go anywhere what so ever.

It reminds me of a story I once wanted to tell as part of a bunch of children’s fables. You know the kind, like Aesop’s Fables or the Beatrix Potter tales of creatures getting into scrapes and learning valuable lessons. Well, before Hollywood took over and it was a rabbit who sounded like James Cordon and annoyed one of the Weasley boys...

My story was about a dog. I don’t think he or she ever had a name, but for the sake of argument, let’s call them Doris, Doris the doggo.

Doris was a very pretty dog. So pretty, she was incredibly vain. She wouldn’t have liked to have been called dog, no, no, that was far too inferior for her liking. She much preferred canine. It had a certain… je ne sais quoi. She was so sure of herself that she believed she was destined for greater things. Things like winning Crufts. Not the beauty show, all of it. Basically, completing all of the Crufts. If that wasn’t a thing before she arrived, she believed it certainly would be when she left.

After that, she expected there would be record deals. Appear in movie roles beside Tom Cruise and Scarlett Johansson. Rub shoulders with Beyonce and Drake. Throw tomatoes with Justin Timberlake at Justin Beiber. That kind of thing.

Unfortunately, Doris had not realized or not cared that one fact stood in her way. She was not a famous canine. She wasn’t even a barely recognizable canine. She did not belong to anyone famous, she was not a stunt dog. She lived on a farm and the farmer expected her to round up sheep.

This was the least interesting thing that Doris could ever imagine. She groused and whined and moaned in the morning when the farmer urged her to wake up and perform the task. She barked and whimpered and howled in the evening when she came home from the task. Every other animal on the farm was sick of it, they all got on with their jobs without fuss, so why was this annoying, noisy pup so complacent about her role. Most would just complain at her, which made her feel even worse.

Nobody understood her, not one single creature, and while she chose not to show them how sad it made her, she did feel alone and distraught. Her desires seemed like an impossible goal to reach.

Luckily for her, there was an old nag on the farm. Don’t worry, it wasn’t someone like mommy or granny when they’re having a bad day. This nag was a horse named Susan.

One evening, after Doris had got back from begrudgingly assisting the farmer with his sheep-herding, the beautiful canine tried to find a place to wail alone where she would not bother the other animals. She had no clue she’d slipped into Susan’s stable, as the nag was usually so quiet and calm. It was only when Doris gave a shrill “awoooooooooooooo~” that Susan piped up.

“Excuse me,” grunted Susan, “but can you not?”

“Oh no,” Doris replied, “not another animal annoyed at me! I’m so sorry, but I just feel so gosh-darned terrible about my life! I have to herd sheep, I’m not famous, I get mud on my fur every day, and the farmer doesn’t appreciate me! I might as well be a pig and roll around in their pen all day.”

“Ah, well, first off, I wouldn’t do that,” Susan trotted over, “you really would not like what they roll in. Let’s just say, they’re the only ones to be happy in it. Secondly, why do you not like herding sheep? You get to run about, have your freedom, and all you have to do in return is ask those fluffy-cloud-wearing blighters where you want them to go!”

“I think you’re confused,” Doris scratched an ear with her foot, “I have to bark and run after them to get them to go anywhere. I can’t just tell them where to go… Can I?”

“Have you tried?” Susan smirked the smirk of a horse who knew she was right, as the canine tilted her head at her. “Try this. Ask the sheep nicely tomorrow to go where the farmer wants them to go and then do everything you can to impress the farmer. If you can impress them, they might tell their friends! Then you’ll be one step closer to what you desire most!”

Doris gave it some thought. Eventually, she nodded, agreed to try what Susan was suggesting, and went back to the farm-house to rest in preparation for the challenge the next day

“You do realize that’s part of the plot of ‘Babe, The Sheep-Pig,’ don’t you?” whispered a spider from the corner of Susan’s ceiling.

“Hmm,” thought Susan aloud, “it hadn’t even crossed my mind…” …

The next day, the old nag watched Doris walking out to the fields with the farmer and waited patiently for their return. The day was nice, sunny but cool, and the nag did not mind having to wait for news as to whether the plan had worked or not. Soon, just before the sun began to set, the farmer and canine could be seen returning up the lane. However, they did not simply walk. The farmer was running, yelling excitedly and waving their iPhone in the air like they just did not care!

The farmer’s partner came out of the house to see what the racket was, only to have the farmer race up to them, give them a big kiss, and hastily and loudly explain what had happened while showing them a video they’d recorded on their phone. The partner examined it, gasped, and began to speak in the same speedy, excitable tone right back.

Meanwhile, Doris padded happily over to Susan’s stable and smiled proudly at the horse.

“I take it you did what I told you?” Susan asked knowingly.

“Well, yes and no,” the canine replied to the nag’s ultimate confusion, looking down at her claws as if deciding whether to paint them.

“Did you ask the sheep to do what the farmer wanted them to do?”

“No,” Doris giggled, “I asked them to do what I wanted them to do.”

“...And what was that?” Susan looked very perplexed, but the pretty, pleased-with-herself pup simply looked up at her with a doggy-dentures smile.

“I made them stand on the hill in such a way so that they spelled out the words, ‘GET ME AN AGENT’”

After that day, the farmer and Doris got visits from more than just their friends. The video went viral, and soon celebrities such as Tom Hanks, Miley Cyrus, Dwayne Johnson, and even Taylor Swift all showed up to have special messaged created for them by Doris and the sheep. Hanks had “LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES,” while Johnson got “I CAN SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKING!”

Best of all, Doris realized that she would have never thought of this if it wasn’t for the old nag, so every night she ensured she shared all her stories with her new best friend, Susan. The canine became famous, but because this is a children’s story, it did not go to her head.

The moral here is that sometimes you have to do what you don’t like to get what you want, but that does not mean you cannot enjoy it in the process.

Stay safe, stay happy.

All good things, Love, Scaramouche. X

#big guy with sheep #blog #all good things #dog #children's story #tale #fable #daft #I live I die I live again #world news #lit #woke

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Loki and Sarah

Title: Loki and Sarah

Chapter No./One-Shot: Chapter 1

Author: tunkintiny

Original imagine: Imagine Asgardian women don’t have periods like women here on Earth, so natural Loki doesn’t under why you’re acting kind of odd and say you don’t feel so good when you seem to be in perfect health to him. When he pries he just keeps getting more and more confused by the seemingly bizarre euphemisms you use to try to tell him without actually saying it, because how could he possibly NOT know? He’s a grown man? Why should you have to spell this out to him?

Warning: I’ve never written a Fanfic before so, no harsh judgement please. I don’t know what the content of future one’s might be but this is supposed to be kinda comedic. It also doesn’t follow all of the cannon but oh well. I realize this now after I’m done writing that it’s a little long, but I hope you like it and I invite advice. Also I’m dyslexic so please don’t criticize the spelling.

Her name was Sarah. She was born from an experiment when Hydra used to secretly operate shield. That’s all Loki could gather about her life before being being brought to the Avenger’s Tower a year before Thor discovered he was actually alive and brought Loki back to live at the there so he could be under “supervision”. She was kind, and gentle, being the only one to try to befriend Loki upon her arrival. In all honestly, she wasn’t bad company. In fact, she was the only Midgaurdian who Loki didn’t just tolerate, but actually… Anyways, every once in a while she tends to acts somewhat strangely. Not often, the last time he noticed a change in her behavior was last month, around this time. At first he thought it was just a mortal thing, despite trying to conquer this realm he really hadn’t bothered to learn much about them. But this seemed to be a bit more than an eccentricity.

It started this morning when he walked up to her door early in the morning to ask her a question, which after what happened he could no longer remember. It was early, about 5:00, and she stepped out of the room before Loki even had the change to knock. She looked up at him startled, and tried to hide her balled up bed sheets behind her back. “Oh, uh, hey Loki. How are you. Why- why’re y’all up so early.” “I could ask you the same thing.” He studied her face. She was growing red, avoiding eye contact. She was typically a bit timid, but not to this extent. Not around him at least. “What do you have there?” “Oh these? Ha, yeah I split something on my sheets this morning.” “Correct me if I’m wrong but… isn’t that why you had to change your sheets last morning?” “I guess I’m just a bit clumsy.”

“Evidently so.” “Right, okay see you later then.” There was only one thing running her her mind at that moment, ‘SHIT!’ Nobody wants to be caught carrying their bloody sheets out of their room, twice. *Especially* not by their male friend. After yesterday Sarah was determined to wake up early to make sure this exact thing didn’t happen again. Of course, what happens? This exact thing. Again. This was mortifying. Not just being caught , but by Loki? She could die, she could absolutely die. She ended the conversation as soon as possible and got the hell outta there and to the laundry room. But the machine already had a load. Great. Fabulous. She put them in the hamper by the machine and prayed she’d be the first one back in there when the cycle stopped. But first things first: cravings. The food type. Okay, so first to grab a stack, take some pain pills, and watch TV until the machine stops. Okay, good plan. Sarah went to her room, eat her snack, and fell back to sleep less then five minutes later. Meanwhile, a half an hour later, Loki was sitting in the common room reading by the lamp. Natasha walks out of her room ready for the next missions she’s assigned to. “Did you read this week’s chore’s list?” She spoke without looking at him, hurriedly grabbing her supplies. “No.” “Well, go look. I’m not letting you off the hook for half-assing the dishes last week.” “It needed to soa-“ And just like that she walked out the door. Well, he wasn’t exactly preoccupied at the moment, so he might as well get some done now, better sooner than later. He scrolled down to his name, exactly the same as before but this time laundry was added. Luckily for him, the machine seemed to have just stopped. He puts the dry ones in the basket to be folded, moves the wet ones to the dryer, then goes to pour the hamper into to machine, ignoring weather or not it was darks or colors, being a little bitter about his additional burden. Just then then a sheet rolled over the side of the machine and hit the floor. He picks it up and sees… blood!? Yes, blood, unmistakable blood. Was she wounded? Was she ill? Did humans bleed every time they were ill? He distinctly remembered learning she had regenerative powers? Did she have a plague? He’d heard stories of humans being afflicted by such things. He was suddenly stricken with some form of worry. He shoved it into the wash and hurried over to her room and knocked on the door. She woke up groggily, turned off the heating pad and headed towards the door, completely forgetting about her prior mission. “Hey Loki- Wow you look like you saw a ghost, are you okay?”

“Are you?”

“Yeah I guess so, why?” Just then he suddenly realized he didn’t know in the slightest what reason he’d give for interrupting her. She saw his embarrassment, and just then felt bad. Was he maybe lonely? He was kinda like a cat, he pretended he wanted to be completely solitary, but she could tell he liked being around her, more than he liked being alone. He wasn’t exactly subtle, he always happened to be around her, made conversation with her. He may be know for his trickery, but she feels like she knows him pretty well by now “I’m not quite sure, I just… sensed that maybe something was wrong.” “Oh. Well, trust me, I’m okay.” She couldn’t help but smile at his concern, he really wasn’t so bad. “Are you sure? You’re completely well, you’re fine?” “Well… mostly. Ya know.” He looked kinda puzzled, so she moved on, “I’m gonna go watch a little TV, wanna join?”

“Oh that’s fine, I have some work to catch up on, perhaps another time.”

“K”

She dragged her blankets to the common room and plopped down. She still seemed off to Loki, less energetic, less happy, less like herself. Spying is childish, especially in a circumstance like this, where she very well could be fine, but once something gets set in his mind, it’s hard to shake until he knows the answer. It wasn’t about her in particular, she’s just a aquatintance, no it’s just curiosity. His nature. About five minutes later he can’t help but stroll by the glass doors of the room to see her. Crying? Hunched over in a fetal position, clutching her stomach, and crying? She’s tender hearted and can be a tad emotional, This was certainly out of character, for Sarah, someone so spirited? Sobbing as if she was mourning? That’s it. It’s worse than he thought. She’s definitely sick. Maybe dying? She wasn’t dying but she felt like she was, she hasn’t cramped this bad for a while. That ASPCA commercial along with her hormones and her crappy week, she decided to indulge in her mood and cry. She glanced over at the sight of movement and saw a glance of light, green light then nothing. That punk ass bitch! Is he spying on her. Did he seriously think she wouldn’t notice? Okay him being a little snoopy is one think BUT SPYING? What about privacy? She whipped her tears and marched out of there, determined to bring hell. “LOKI!” “Hello, Sarah, what seems to be wrong?”

“Don’t play stupid, I know you’re spying!”

“That’s quite a harsh tone and accusation, what leads you to believe that?”

“Dumb ass, I saw you!” She doesn’t seem like she’s dying anymore, but he might be soon enough.

“Well excuse me for my concern!”

“Why are you concerned! I’m fine, I told you I’m fine! Why isn’t that good enough!”

“Healthy people don’t crawl up in a ball sobbing and bleeding!” Her mouth dropped and she became completely pail. Loki knew in that moment he fucked up. Badly.

“OH MY GOD HOW TO YOU KNOW THAT!?”

“I-“ he paused, her stare cutting through him. She’s usually so docile he doesn’t know how to handle this.

“I saw blood on your sheets when doing laundry.”

“OH NO- YOU DID THE LAUNDRY, NO I WAS GONNA-“ Her breath was heavy and she was pumping with shame, but looked at Loki’s face, which seemed genuinely concerned, and decided to not make this any harder than it has to be.

“Loki, that’s just, I’m just… having… ya know, I’m… moon sick.”

“What’s that?”

“You know… “ Gosh, what do they call it where he’s from… “Blood fever? Shark week? Invasion of Japan? Code red?” She struggled more and more to get it through to him but to no avail.

He looked more and more baffled by the increasing outlandish statements. Whatever she has, it’s gone straight to her brain.

“I’m on… myperiod…” she whispered and looked down.

“I didn’t quite catch that, you’re what?”

“Are you gonna really make me say it? Is this fun? humiliating me? Come on, It’s the time of the month! Okay? My period!”

“‘Time of the month’, you’re unwell EVERY month?”

“Obviously?”

“Since when, when did you catch this?” He ran all the symptoms through his brain, trying to see if there’s tools he knows of that could be of assistance.

“What do you mean, I didn’t catch anything, it’s natural!”

“So you were born with this ailment?”

“Yes, well no, not til I was 13, Loki don’t they teach you anything about women’s health where you’re from? You’re over a thousand years old, how are you this clueless?”

“I’ll have you know my mother had me learn everything there was to learn about the health of Asgaurdians along with magic, Incase I didn’t become a warrior I could become still aid the wounded, this is the first I’ve hear of this ailment.”

“Stop calling it that!” She sighed heavily in defeat, still not believing the situation she was in.

“Okay, so when a girl starts to… mature… her body released an egg to prep for a baby and the… uterus wall fills will blood to nourish it, but if you aren’t pregnant you bleed all of it out at the end of the month and it hurts a lot and it’s really uncomfortable, so there now you know.”

“My dear, that’s dreadful, this happens to you monthly?”

“Yes.”

“Too all women here?”

“Yes.”

“I’m-sorry, I didn’t.. I didn’t know. That sounds dreadful. At least you aren’t in danger I suppose. Is there anything I could do to assist you or..”

“No, no, I’m used to it. But if you could stay out of my business, that’d be great.” The room was thick with an uncomfortable tone. This was not the way anyone thought this day would go.

“But you could get me some more ice cream from the fridge and we could put on that movie?”

“If that’ll please you.”

Loki’s guilt caused him to be extra courteous, he ran her errands, did her favors, he even rubbed her back as they watched the movie! Once you get used to him, It’s hard to stay too mad at him. But he really isn’t all that bad.

#Loki #other #submission #Submitted fic #Chapter 1 #loki and sarah #tunkintiny

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miraculous-marinetta · 5 years

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Part 2 (of whatever i did back then)

So... I was really happy when I received positive comments on this post (which would be part 1).

One comment made by @lovelivingmydreams caught my attention:

“I really liked it. I would love the whole thing. Why was Jaques akumatized, what were his powers? How did Luka's recruitment go? Did Luka go check on Mari in his civilian form? Was he curious about what she thought of the new hero? Gosh I'm such a sucker for lukka/viperion, lukanette and Mari chat. And this has all of that.”

So I’m going to do as many parts as I need to make a good short story while we wait for season 3! Not all questions above will be answered in this part obviously~

This part is like 5% Lukanette and 95% Marichat, lolol. (and like 3% conflicted marichat/adrinette)

The bell rang, a sign that school was over until Monday. On Marinette’s usual daydream, she almost missed the bell, packing her things later than everyone else. She saw Adrien and Nino laughing about something, soon after Alya joined them, heading out of the classroom. Marinette hurried after them.

The trio ahead of her talked lively about some superhero movie up in the cinema tonight. Marinette looked at her phone while stepping up the stairs just before the entrance.

“Dude, I mean, Marinette wanna come with us?” Nino proposed Marinette.

“Huh?” the bluenette asked, distracted.

“Oh no hun, she can’t come today.” Alya laughed with certain mischief in her voice and her smile.

“Why?” Adrien asked, dazing Marinette. It was rare from Adrien to ask “why”, he usually would smile and say “That’s too bad” or “I was looking forward to it”. After two years of knowing him and being “just her friend”, her crush fever had gone down, she could now create coherent sentences and interact normally, maybe sometimes, give him some Ladybug-kind of sass. However she couldn’t deny that she loved him, he was even more handsome and he still was a sweetheart with everybody. She just got better at hiding her feelings, becoming more mature.

“I already got plans today, but any other day would be fine!” she smiled as they got out.

By the door, leaning on the wall was certain handsome boy, two years older than them. His arms were crossed as every bad boy in every romantic movie. His usual attire, black and white with the cyan highlights: His light-blue eyes looking gladly at Marinette.

“Luka!” she greeted excited to meet her friend. A smirk appeared in his lips.

“Finally Ma-ma-marinette.” he falsely complained, mocking her. He hugged her, a hug too long and too tight to Chat Noir’s–-I mean– Adrien’s liking. Alya was contemplating the scene satisfied. Nino heard a cat hiss behind him, and he would swear it came from Adrien.

As everyone was heading to the metro they all walked together. Alya and Nino were ahead of them, while Marinette had Luka on her left side and Adrien on her right side. Adrien felt a little left out as Luka small talked with Mari.

“I’m glad to see you in one piece.” Luka commented.

“Well yes, thanks to Chat Noir and Viperion. They did a great job.” Adrien’s chest swelled with pride, although he would have omitted Viperion.

“I bet they did. I saw that new hero on the news, he’s pretty handsome right?” Luka asked with a cocky smirk, one that Adrien could read right through it. Marinette turned red, I mean, what a question! Surely out of Luka’s character, she wasn’t expecting that question.

A weird though crossed Adrien’s mind: I’m going to punch him in the face.

“Uhm yeah, superheroes tend to be handsome, I mean have you seen Chat Noir, hahahahaha!” she dodged the question by adding Chat to the argument. She didn’t really want to comment on the new superhero, and I mean, although Chat was really handsome, she just thought he was a cute partner.

Meanwhile Adrien was having a quiet heart-attack.

“Hey man, you okay?” Luka asked, observing how he was all blushed and absent minded. Marinette glanced at him, and got worried.

“Adrien?” Mari asked reaching for his shoulder.”You look feverishly hot.”

“Huh?” Marinette realized her horrible mistake when Adrien looked confused.

“I mean that you look like you have a fever and you look hot! I mean that you look like you are hot and have a fever!” the bluenette got progressively pink until she reached that crimson color she didn’t have since her old crush-fever days. Luka cringed a little but internally laughed amused, Marinette would never change her ways, not around that boy.

“Oh haha… I’m okay. I guess I’ll call it a day.” he simply said, feeling a little embarrassed, with a campfire in his chest. Maybe it was the flu, maybe he was jealous, maybe he wanted to die.

“Do you want me to accompany you home?” Marinette offered.

“Oh no, I don’t want to interrupt your date. I’ll just call my bodyguard.” Marinette laughed a little and was about to clarify this wasn’t a date at all, but Adrien was already far away; if she reached for him, it would look weird.

Marinette and Luka talked eagerly as they headed downtown to buy new guitar strings. They had ice cream and goofed around before returning back home. After a long good shower, Marinette dressed herself up with a big black sweatshirt and her pink polka dotted pajama pants. She sat in a chair on her rooftop as the autumn sunset welcomed her with a chilly breeze.

Her parents wouldn’t be home till Sunday, so she could eat at anytime and do whatever she wanted to, even the bakery would be closed until her parents returned.

While Mari enjoyed hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies – Tikki cuddled underneath the bluenette’s sweatshirt – she heard a little well-known bell. In a matter of seconds Chat Noir in the flesh stood in four limbs besides her.

“Chat! What are you doing here? Is there an akuma close by?” Marinette asked, her eyes going everywhere.

“Me-ouch princess! Can’t a stray cat visit his favorite girl?” Chat joked as he sat normally in a chair at Marinette’s side.

“You surprised me, that’s all.” she said a little blush. “Want some cocoa? I also got cookies I made myself.”

“Cookies from a princess?? And a hot beverage in this freezing weather? I’m so grateful” Marinette laughed while she handed him a cup (which was the flask lid).

“Don’t be silly kitty, it’s not that cold yet.”

“Yeah it is! Look feel my cheeks!” he said grabbing her hand. Marinette’s warm hands chilled right away. She gasped, as she moved her hands to his other cheek and then to his forehead, which was slightly warmer. Chat noticed Marinette’s worried face. “Oh, but it’s fine, it’s because of the cold air that hit’s my face when I run. I’m fine, really, take that look of your pretty face.” he smiled as the hot cocoa warmed his insides and his heart.

“Wait here Chat, I’ll be right back.” Marinette slid down her trapdoor and came soon after with a fuzzy looking blanket to wrap Chat. “So tell me, why are you here in such a cold afternoon?”

“I was patrolling and it was really calm and quiet, so I thought I stopped by to say hi.” he said simply with a shrug taking a cookie.

“Oh kitty, I’m sure you got better things to do that come here.” Marinette commented in a lonely way, probably sarcastic, Chat Noir wondered why.

“Oh no Mari, you are the best choice right now.” he said with a smile. “I really enjoy your company, plus you feed me nice treats.” He saw Marinette’s eyes light up and, as a reply he grinned in a cat-like way. “Wanna play some video games? Or watch a movie?” he proposed; luckily, they would get inside, it was getting really cold.

“I’m in the mood for a movie actually.” she simply said, opening the hatch to go inside. For a moment she stopped, she was having Chat Noir over, for a movie. Is this weird? She thought. I mean she felt comfortable, as she was Ladybug, she wasn’t afraid of Chat, but would Chat be comfortable? He didn’t really know her… but he proposed movie night, so yeah, whatever.

They curled up in the sofa, sharing a blanket with some distance between them. Believe it or not, they chose a Marvel Movie, which was ironic, as they were superheroes. When the movie was getting to that pre-climax part, when everything is quiet and heroes just explain their whole lives, Marinette felt some weight in her arm. Chat Noir was asleep in her shoulder, he looked peaceful, so peaceful actually, that Marinette reached behind his cat ears and scratched a little.

Not only did Chat accommodate himself better, hugging Marinette and resting his head in her lap, but he was purring. In two years as Ladybug, Marinette never heard him purr, he looked happy and was so into character she thought he would turn into a cat at any moment now.

After the movie, Marinette played her favorite sitcom and changed her position in the couch, she felt sore already. With a few pillows in her back, she rested her head in the armrest, Chat was laying in her chest, hugging her like a pillow, and was between her legs. Marinette petted his head out of habit, and felt asleep after three or four short chapters.

How she ended up in her bed with her cat pillow snuggled against her chest the next morning, she didn’t know. She only knew she was kind of disappointed because the cat was fake, and looked nothing like the cat she was hoping for.

And she was confused as hell on why did she want some stray cat on her bed instead of dreamy Adrien Agreste.

#marichat #adrinette #lukanette #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #mlb #its 3 am #almost 4 #sorry for the typos

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: Ahri VS Jay - SHOWDOWN

It was a dark and snowy night. Ahri had been bored, so bored, you wouldn’t believe it. She had been there together in the room with Ray, Payton, gabe and jon. Normally they could perfectly entertain each other, but not this time. And to make matters worse, it was almost impossible to go to town. It was too snowy, too dark.

“Urgh,” said Ray, “I wish Jay would say something. At least we’d have something to do.” Payton agreed, “I agree,” she said and throwing her mobile phone at the wall, just to catch it again when it bounced off. “Uuuurgh,” she then said as well, because she agreed with Ray, “Don’t you know anything we can do, Ahri?” .

Ahri’s gaze went down the room, past a teddy Bear and a stack of g-strings. Then Her eye fell onto a lone empty bottle they had used the evening before.

I know,” said Ahri, “How about we play...............spin...the....BOTTLE!”

“What a superb idea” “Oh yeah!” Jon and Gabe also peaked up “Yeaaaah!”

So they all sat down and Ahri took the bottle first. Hilariously, it landed on Gabe, but Ahri thought Gabe was a bit too creepy and really didn't want to kiss the man. She hoped the others might have mistook it for landing on Payton, but judging by the howls of laughter and the rising anticipation in the room, they probably didn't.

"But but dont you all see it really landed on Payton?" "Loool no, u should kiss Gabe," said Payton. The fact that she said it made Ahri feel so embaressed.

But then, all of a sudden.... Jay commented on Ahri’s fan fiction about everyone !. We all simultaneously turned our heads and had a scrubs moment were we stared off and imagined ways to punish jay. ( a flash back pay has ) Payton enters the scene, but whats this? Ray is there too.

"Do you remember that thing that happened a few months ago? The one that seemed like it would split us apart forever, but instead brought us closer then ever? That brought us......to each-other?"

"The time with .. the rumours ?" "Yes!" "Oh, yes right "

"Its hard to believe what happened isn't it? What happened and what it led to" "Yes my queen" said Ray, giving Payton a kiss. "Now that Ive got it again I will fight my hardest to keep it." "It was pretty life changing."

So now we all snap out of our own thoughts and the camera of our minds draws back to the world we know now. But before everyone got themselves ready to go after Jay, there was one thing Ahri wanted to take care of. She had to introduce Ray to her parents. Ahri had been thinking for it for a longtime. Her parents were the worst. cruel, pathetic and sexist. But Ahri had told them that she finally got engaged and that she would introduce Ray to the family before they could meet her fiance. a desperate attempt at the hope ray could help them see things differently. if he couldnt do it , no one could. "Uuuuurgh," Ahri said "I can handle it," Ray said "You don't know my parents!" Ahri said. "I know, but if they created you, then they can't be that bad," Ray spoke wisely. "I knoooooow but it's still...uuuuuurgh." "We'll just go there and I'll impress them," Ray said very manly Then Ahri suggested he bring payton so we had more support. She felt safer with them there. Ahri knew that whatever would happen, pay would protect her.

The day of the dinner had come. Ahri , Ray and pay took an uber to her parents. They came into a dining room and the table had already been set. "Ah, you've finally arrived," Ahri's mom said and she looked at Ray, "You're late." "It wasn't her fault," pay said as protective of Ahri as she was. "It was the weather." "Sure... sure..." Mom said and she went back to the kitchen. "Wow," Ahri said, "she didn't even shake your hands." "Oh well," Ray said seeming unfazed. Oh gosh, that nonchalant way. Exactly the reason why Ahri had asked him along. Ahri was busy swooning over her fiancé when her dad came in. "Boy," dad said and stared at Ray. Ray shook his hand politely. "Ah, you're here too," dad said to Ahri and pay, "Help your mother out, it's time that the men have a conversation." "uuuuuurgh," Ahri said and went into the kitchen dragging pay along. Then Ahri's mother made her do all sorts of annoying useless jobs. After all, as mom said, people like them were inherently used to these sorts of things. Then dinner came. Ahri was told to take the food in while mom and dad sat down. pay wasn't even allowed to see where Ray went off to. Just before she carried in the first plate of food, she felt something weird. Like a cross wire went down her back, tingling all along the way down. Something was off, but Ahri was still too annoyed with her parents!

Meanwhile, back at their house, gabe and jon were enjoying each-others company. As the narrator, I will respect their privacy and not specify how.

Ahri carried in the meal. But no one was there. Instead, at the end of the table, sat Jay!

Jay laughed at her, "My my, that apron makes your tits look huge !" Ahri threw down the meal and looked around anxiously for someone, anyone. Not only was Jay going to feel the fullest extend of Ahri's righteous fury, Ahri could also unleash her frustration with her parents !

She threw the dish at Jay like a Frisbee. But as it was about to hit him, he stepped just out of the way ! "If you want to see your parents again," Jay said, "come to my Apartment" Ahri felt conflicted. On one hand, Ahri hated her parents, on the other, she wasnt sure if her friends where with them. Ray came in and said: "We should save your parents." "You guys are here ! we have more important things to worry about he found out where my parents live ? was he watching our messages ?," Ahri said. "No he shouldnt be able to unless ... that fan fic really set him over the edge ? .. he is a loose canon." said rain. "your right. he probably would." pay chimed in. -- -- --

Jay: what do you mean, it's over ?! it cant be ! Ahri: No No, back into your casket! Jay: Grrrr. You will never get me in my box. I am too large and too sexy! Ahri: you would if i told you it was attached to an under-aged girl. Jay: but.. cant you just send me some pics ?! Ahri: Noooo! Whats wrong with you !? Jay: life isn't worth living without being able to psychologically damage people !. Ahri: OK, Ur right, life isn't worth living when your that far gone ”. ray and pay walk into the creepy alleyway after hearing things get loud from the car. Ray: you need to leave us all alone its not worth it to us ! Jay: huh ;^_^; .. why ?, so you get to be happy with your girl ? and i get nothing ? .. Payton: BAKAI !! ". pay runs at jay punching him and knocking him to the ground. Ahri: PAY ! Ray: awww hell naww ". rain grabs pay and pushes her towards ahri , grabbing jay by the shirt and dragging him around a corner . Ray winked at Ahri, " go get your parents " . But Payton was all hot 'n ready to kill jay , Ahri thought she better do something quickly. So Ahri pecked Payton on her cheek and looked her in the eyes. " come on he'll be fine , we can help by getting this done . pay and ahri dash off towards the sounds of banging in the distance. " there ! i see them i'll untie them head back to ray ", ahri exclaimed smiling at pay . Ahri caught up with pay quickly and they jogged back to rain . " where are your parents ?, are they okay ? " ahri responded softly but audibly . " it doesnt matter , theyll be fine lets just get home safe ". with that they didnt talk again until they arrived back at the alleyway and saw ray just standing there a smile on his face . pay ran into his arms smiling and gave him a kiss , then punched him in the stomach . " that was for worrying me you bakai !! ". rain just smiled at her and put her on his back so he could carry her, we could all go home. ray day dreamed on his way home with pays arms wrapped around his neck. "arg...that was good " said Ray. "yes, yes it was" said Payton. "You seemed a little distracted near the end though. Not your normal energetic self" "yes...sorry about that. I was thinking back to eight months ago, when I first realized my feelings for you even though I didn't know it at the time. Its what opened my eyes to what I felt all along ".

"And our love grew together from that moment to today"

"I love you Payton my tsundere". "I love you too Ray -my demi god.

And they smiled at each-other, as we fade out into the sunset. So they defeated Jay and everyone was satisfied!

Author: well, looks like they'll be busy for a little while. Jay: Nooo its a lie. Gimme it!

The end

#fan fic #just a girl writing fan fiction

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