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If only video games never existed. Then, you wouldn't be sitting here, worrying over a stranger wanting to kiss you. If only. You think back to a simpler time - a time in which you didn't owe Hanji a favor or two. It wasn't your fault, not entirely; at least. It was the fact that an abundance of video games had come out recently. As soon as you heard the news of all the new releases, you ran to your wallet. That's when you began to recall something important: You're broke. All you could manage to do as of late is scrape by on a decent salary, working a full time job at an office workplace. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was

Skipping Stones RinxReader A huff of air shot through your lungs as you chucked another smooth rock against the waves retreating back into the ocean. Your rolled up jeans began to sag off your hips from the weight of stubborn waves that hit a bit higher than expected and you kept having to pull them up as you crouched to grab whatever relatively round rock caught your eye. You heard people all around you, kids screaming, parents laughing, girls squealing, the waves crashing against each other and sliding up the beach. Leaning down, you scooped up another rock and rolled it under your thumb, smoothing off the sand and exposing the reflecti

It wasn’t as if you didn’t love Kiyoshi Teppei. He was a dork and always seemed to have his mind elsewhere, but he was strong and kind and willing to do anything for the ones he cares for, which is an awfully big number of people. Not that you minded. All of that only added to his charm. If anything, you loved him. You loved him a lot, you were sure of that. But he did have this bad habit that you noticed in the first few weeks you’d started dating. He liked physical contact. A lot. In fact, every time you were in his sight, he made it an official rule that he had to be touching you somewhere before you started walking

"I think you should take a break." There's an identifiable amount of concern in Oikawa's voice. A pout forms on his lips when you ignore him, not even taking a moment to stop moving your stylus. He wasn't entirely sure how this situation began in the first place. All he recalls is that he invited himself into your room. That was his first mistake. When the unsuspecting male innocently waltzed into your room, he witnessed your sulking form. There were tissues strewn about, your entire room was dark (with the exception of your computer screen), and you were a complete, sniffling mess. If it weren't for the fact he cares for your wellbeing, h