I Date In Writing Not In Real Life

Voltage inc Role Play

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I often wonder when I gaze upon the sky, does she miss me?

Voltage Canon x OC @DateMeIfUcan

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Pick-Up Line Inspired Starters

More pick-up lines can be found here.

“Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!”

“I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.”

“Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful.”

“Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.” 

“Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.” 

“Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Relationship material.”

“If I were a stop light, I’d turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.”

“I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way.” 

“If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.” 

“I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?”

“There are people who say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Apparently, none of them have ever been in your arms.”

“Did you invent the airplane? Cause you seem Wright for me.”

“Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

“Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all day.”

“I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I’m going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.”

“Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?”

“My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U.”

“Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.”

“You look so familiar… didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.”

“Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged!”

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先生と秘密の同居中♡

望月涼太・Ryota Mochizuki

本編・Main Story

Voltage Inc

[datemeifucan]

Omg the teachers are sooooo hot!!!!

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Inappropriate Thoughts (Open RP/ Drabbles)

She knows her thoughts are inappropriate for the workplace, but she’s now the only one left in the office. No one would know, she reasons or trying to convince herself as her mind wanders off to his flirtatious grin with her hand slipping down between legs.

[tsumikashares]

[datemeifucan]

well hello !!!

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I Dare You (Open RP starter)

“Come on, what are you so afraid of?” I ask with a grin, my breath grazing his ear. “I dare you to kiss me now.”

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Otome Rp

Anyone? Otome? Voltage? MM? Role Player wanted

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Split Drinks (Open RP)

The overly excited sound of my own name being yelled has made me spill the drinks all over my blouse and bare legs- I am beyond annoyed!

Smiling awkwardly at the table in front of me with eyes blinking and lips in between of parting and chewing, I quickly apologize and head to the bar for the drinks that’s now all over me.

Then comes a hug which rubs the sticky fabric upon my skin follow by the annoying tone of HELLO and IT’S BEEN AGES which I tactically avoid as the drinks are all placed on tray and ready to be delivered once again.

“Is this how you get attention? Spilling drinks on yourself and revealing the curves underneath?”

A hot breath whispers in my ear making a shiver of pleasure and irritation run down my spine, his warm hand wrap around my waist and pulls me into the corridor that leads to the restrooms which is currently empty, making a distinctive contrast with the loud music outside that may not be enough to cover the sound of my throbbing heartbeat.

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Weekend Getaways (Otome Open RP)

It’s morning, a gentle Sunday morning.

Passing through the thin curtains, sun rays beautifully spread across the room. The delicate sparkling light is making the white bed linens brighter than ever nevertheless it feels nice and soft on my bare skin.

There has been several Sunday mornings similar to this where I wake up in his bed and make the most of it, stalling my departure for as long as possible- running away from reality, the life which I have left behind every weekend.

In this particular flat in this particular apartment complex, I have no responsibility, no obligation, no burden, no concerns and no expectations of a business woman, a wife and a mother.

Every weekend with him, I am free.

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Stranger No More (Open RP)

Eri Hayashi’s POV 

Outside is a glorious day, the ray of sunshine sun blaze through the twenty something-year-old blinds and I jump up right as my alarm clock rings sharply at eight in the morning. 

The last thirty days have been dreadful as I have been tiptoeing on egg shells and watch my every move so I don’t trigger any unnecessary attention or causing further episode. And after being watched like a hawk for two whole weeks, I’m finally “allowed” outdoor alone- totally alone, with no one by my side, texting or calling to check in on me- they probably are tracking me from the GPS on my phone but it’s good to see the sun in person, to have the breath of fresh air filled my lungs. 

Oh freedom feels good! 

With no particular destination in mind, I enter a book cafe, make an order and take a seat. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I catch a glance at a stranger who sits by the far corner and drabbles on a notepad. He looks young, possibly around my age with mid length hair which seems so soft that I want to brush his bang away to see what he looks like. I smile at the sight then the young man lifts his head up and our eyes meet, it would have been a signal to look away but feeling my heart wrap in warmth- this is a window seat, I nod and smile at the new stranger once more

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The fact that I had to technically work on a Saturday made me want to grind my teeth together yet the quicker I got the mock up test questions written the quicker I’d have the rest of the day to waste it in whichever which way I’d so see fit.

The cafe I’d come across was a little further out of town that I’d usually take the bike when wanting to find a place for self exclusion, peace and quiet but it had sparked my curiosity after seeing it from the corner of my eye waiting for a set of lights to change.

My social interaction with the world today had been limited to ordering a coffee I probably wouldn’t drink which sat beside me turning cold. That was until I felt a light gaze from a set of eyes glance in my direction. The woman they belonged to looked sweet - sweet in such a sense that compared to a bad boy she probably had maintained most of her innocence.

Looking up hastily, we both share a smile which I can’t help but feel form across my lips and look down again, eager to finish the task I’ve been putting off all week. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes go by and this is still getting nowhere.

Sighing, I slide down into the seat I’m in and fiddle with the pen in my fingertips. Tossing it up in the air and pulling my shirt pocket open hoping to catch it, I stand up grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair and slip straight into it.

Saturday’s are meant to fun - not work.

It’s then when an idea pops into mind I probably wouldn’t have had if not for a friendly smile with a stranger. Picking up my helmet, I pace over and stop in front of where the pretty young thing is sitting.

“Nice day for a ride”, I point out, placing the motorcycle helmet down in front of her. “What so you say?”

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In the days of my entire childhood, I had never once heard a single argument from my parents and they’re the perfect couples or so I thought until the day I walked into my mother private session with our finance manager to later being told that they were in a civilized and open marriage. I had no idea what it meant back then and still have no clue why they are still married but I felt cheated, deceived and played all these years of being part of a happy family that never existed.

The word “Marriage” has a different definition in my vocabulary ever since.

With the constant “protection” from my family, I consider myself lucky to have friends though I have to wonder if they’re paid to spy and keep me company. They are all girls, of course, the only boy around my age that I associate with is my tutor who recently got fired because his confession to me was caught on tape- can’t say I’m surprised.

I would be lying to say that I have never fantasied about going on a nice date, having a boyfriend, one night stand or even casual fuck mate. Basically, I want to do things that I am not allowed to do while the rest of the world is experiecing- I want to LIVE my life.

So when the good looking stranger comes up to me and starts a conversation, it feels like a dream come true- bad boy and bike screams perfection.

“Sure is,” I get out of my seat and pick up his helmet, “I hope you have a spare one.” Skipping out of the cafe like a puppy off her leash and “accidently left” my phone on the empty chair.

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It’s a gloat of self satisfaction and pride that wash over me as the pretty young thing follows my footsteps without a second thought. I can’t and won’t say that the feeling of bring chased isn’t a great thing but still, the thrill gets old when its easy.

Grabbing a spare helmet from the back of my bike, it isn’t long before I’ve slipped my jacket off my shoulders and drapped it over the young girls. Getting on, ignition switched, I chuckle at her hesitancy to possibly stay on.

“Either grab the metal handle behind your seat or wrap your arms around me. Promise… I don’t bite.”

It’s been a while since I had anyone on the back of the bike so the feeling is foreign, at least for a minute or two. I’m curious to ask if there’s any place i. particular the woman wants to go but seeing at how eagerly she jumped out of her seat for the possibility of adventure, I guess with my own choice she won’t mind.

Engine revved and straight out into the flow of traffic, it’s only a 20 ride until we reach a place I haven’t been in years. Not since I was a child. What’s meant to be the happiest place on earth.

Disneyland ~~~

“I hope you don’t mind”, I say over my shoulder, “I just… needed to do something different.”

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Putting on the helmet, I climb onto the spot and wrap my arms around the stranger’s waist, blushing a little bit as he grins back at me and jokes that he doesn’t bite.

An hour ago, I would’ve never imagined myself on a motorcycle with a hot stranger. How things can change so drastically from taking risks- something my family never quite approve of. My life is planned before I was born, which school to attend, university and major I’m supposed to take along with my career path and my future husband- every single thing is planned for me.

Every three months, my parents “allow” me on a little retreat from a short weekend trip (with friends of course) to few hours alone time in the neighborhood, their way of “spoiling”, “rewarding” and “respecting” me. And now, I am not the one to complain while enjoying the excitement and thrill from the speed of riding a motorcycle and the refreshing feeling of the wind that blows past me – I could get used to this. 

Without another word said, the bike takes off. I have no idea we are going or what it is we are about to do but I don’t care. I simply want to be free. Around twenty minutes later, we arrive at the most magical place in the world-class Disneyland.

I make no effect to hide my further excitement and nearly run to the closest roller coasters I’d see. But, it’d be rude so I turn around and shout at the brunette. “Hurry up!” The theme park is crowded but not crowded enough to wait forever to get on a ride. Roller coasters give me the rush of release I’ve never experienced, I love the way my heart drop out and stomach flip whenever the death-defying ride drop with every else screaming from the back. 

Back down on the solid ground, I tip toe and kiss the man on his cheek before running off to get some popcorn but just as I reach into my pockets to pay to realize I have no dollar notes left in my wallet. I bite my lips nervously and look around for my date- DATE!

This is a date! I’m on a date at Disney with a hot ass biker who I don’t even know the name of. A ten dollar note is slipped in my hands as my date stands by my side and hands me my beloved popcorn. “You’re a life saver!” I pop some popcorn into my mouth while turning on the spot excitedly, glancing from ride to ride, carefully planning the order of places to visit as I wrap my free arm around the man’s elbow. “Oh, what’s your name by the way?

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Her excitement amuses me more than I’m able to admit - the small smirk which had earlier curled on my lips remains there as if permanently tattooed.

Was I shocked that a surprise trip to Disneyland would have this effect on a stranger I met less than an hour ago? No. Most women it seems these days just appreciate company at a semi-thought of location that shows perhaps a little effort on the mans behalf.

Is this just an opportunity for me to run away from my responsibilities for just a little longer? Absolutely.

Is this something I had planned or intended? Not at all.

Is this a date? I’ll leave that up to her to decide. Her… I haven’t gotten a name yet although by the time my consciousness decides that it’s possibly a good idea to inquire as to such information, the pretty brunette has already bet me to ask.

“Rikiya”, I respond to her question as she wraps an arm around my own and like a child after rummaging through a candy store, happily munches on the popcorn she seems appeased over. I ask her own and she replies with Eri - my initial reaction is to say ‘cute’ but I keep the thought to myself. Perhaps that comment is best left for another day.

From rollercoaster to haunted house to meeting Mickey Mouse and teacup rides we talk about anything and everything that comes to mind without delving into too much detail. Eri explains roughly her situation - one that I do wish I could understand yet also makes my blood boil and I try as best as I can to remain patient and lend a caring ear to listen. With the way she rambles on with quirky characteristic voices for the people she’s talking about and how her expressions dance between frustrated, excited, mellow and perplexed, I can’t help but feel as if just having someone around to listen to her is somewhat theraputic.

What has me worried is when she glances down at her watch and bites her lip as if panicking because she has to be somewhere.

“Is everything alright? You don’t have a curfew do you? I was hoping to stay late enough to watch the fireworks.”

That’s right Mononobe - fireworks; if I was going to procrastinate the entire day it may as well have been done properly. There’s a look which glazes across her dark eyes which indicates she’s unsure of something. Reaching out to gently tuck some hair behind her ear, I allow myself the liberty of having my fingertips brush gently across her cheek which earns me a blush.

She really is sweet in the strangest of ways.

“Did you need me to give you a lift home? I don’t mind cutting our date short.”

There was that word again - date. Perhaps subconsciously that’s what I wanted this to be.

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It’s a cool night at Disney, clear sky with a little bit of wind, and of course, a sold out crowd. Somehow on this perfect weather night, we manage to score a perfect front row in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle though she’s never been my favorite princess, she’s the most boring one who slept through the majority of her story till her prince showed up. Lucky he was a true love or else who knows just how many more men were going to kiss her?!

“I’m fine,” I answer with a giggle while grabbing Rikiya’s arm and sit on the floor. “Popcorn, fireworks, Disney and a hot guy- I’m perfectly fine.”

There’s one flashback of fireworks that I’m particularly fond of- me riding on my father’s shoulders so high that I’d almost touch the sky. Though I’m no longer certain if it’s a memory or fragment of dreams that I have imagined from spending some quality father and daughter time. 

“Disneyland fireworks are different.” “Special.” “Wanna go watch it with me on our first date?”

Probably not the best way to ask a girl out but it’s the best I could ever get given the guy (my tutor) who said that was fired and forever out of my life. I consider this fate when a total stranger takes me to the land of magic and dreams. 

The crowd around us begin to make all kind of sound as the chemical reactions shoot up into the air, my eyes are fixed above like the rest while knowing from the corner of my eyes that Rikiya is watching me. There is no denying that the fireworks are quite lovely with Disney themed music add to it, resonating in my bones. I feel enchanted, with the brilliant burst of lights happening right above us. 

When the music lulls slightly, transitioning into a softer piece, I turn to Rikiya and grin, only to find him lying on his back and glances over at me. “Well aren’t you cozy Mr.!”

I tease and completely astonish at how captivating his gaze is. Time seems to have frozen with lights and booming in slow motion in the background while Rikiya lifts his hand from his stomach. I hold my breath at the sensation of his fingers brushing my cheek. A touch that feels like an electric shock, nothing demanding in the touch yet nothing so very life-changing either. 

It feels just right.

I watch his perfect features that are as beautiful as the light of the fireworks which we have both forgotten. Deciding to take another risk, since the recent one has led me to this amazing and magical date. Embolden by the heavy thump of the fireworks in my chest and the look in Rikiya’s wonderfully expressive eyes, I gently place my hand on his chest and smile at the rapid heartbeat I feel underneath before lowering myself and seal his lips.

The kiss is soft, so soft, barely even a kiss at all. 

I couldn’t believe my own daring as I stare back at him. I must be crazy, but I’m going to do it anyway because this feels perfectly right.

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A kiss was the last thing I was expecting yet welcome it with little more than a cheeky smirk after it’s done, rubbing my own hand over Eri’s which hasn’t moved from my chest yet as I trace the edges of her fingertips and keep quiet. Silence is not always the most preferred method of communication yet sometimes it’s the exact one needed. Noticing her stare which translates from ‘sure’ to ‘perhaps not so sure’, I grab at her wrist and pull Eri down playfully so that she crashes into my chest. An arm wrapped around her waist is easily done and from where we lay - the fireworks burst poetically above us.

“Thanks…”, my voice trails quietly. Time out of my comfort zone and away from the stresses I had constantly attempted to digress from have done me the world of good. Hand rubbing at Eri’s lower back, I place my free arm behind my head to prop myself up a little and glance down at her.

“A part of me knows that I’ll have to say goodnight at some point but I’m not exactly sure that I’m ready for that.”

It’s been years since I’ve been open enough or willing enough to let someone of the opposite sex get close to me - mostly in fear of hurting them or in case history ever tries to repeat. Perhaps - this one - might be different.

“You know it’s only just occurred to me that the phone I saw you with at the cafe you don’t have on you anymore. Did you want me to take you back and get it? It’s gonna be a little hard contacting me in the future if you don’t have my number.”

Suave Mononobe - 9th grader suave. Any of my students would cringe if they knew I’d said something as ridiculous and corny as that right now.

As the fireworks slow down and familes begin to pass us by as they leave, my offer from earlier is put out again - just in case of a change of heart or hesitancy.

“So cafe for the phone, or ice-cream parlour or home?”, I ask as we scramble up onto our feet. Adjusting the shoulders of my jacket which Eri is yet to take off though is much to oversized for her, I nod to myself approvingly when it comes to my attention that her sweet, floral scent will be all over it.

As a reminder of a perfectly procrastinate day - even if we never see each other again.

“Or… if you just want to chat or drink or - you know; my place isn’t too far either.”

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“My place isn’t too far either.”

His invitation sounds like music to my ear, perhaps because deep down we both get a sense that we’ll not see each other again. 

“Oooo, what’s your place like?” I push myself up quickly and straighten my outfit while Rikiya rolls to the side and gets onto his feet. The long walk from American Street back to the entrance is like a Disney movie with our fingers intertwining together and smiles on our faces as we continue to pick on each other, the only thing missing is animals singing around us.

Rikiya’s apartment is the typical bachelor’s place- clean and neat but impersonal. The walls are bare, the furniture is plain and functional, and the neutral colors make the apartment a bit cold which marks a great contrast to the man who I’ve spent the rest of the event with.

There’s no photos or many decorations, just a single potted plant in one corner, the apartment reflects none of the science teacher’s vibrant personality. It’s outrageous of me to have such fantasy but here I’m standing in the center of his living room and imagining what it’d be like if we live together. Small plants here and there, photos of us hanging on walls, table lamps for better reading. Picturing the place transformation to a warm and cozy home– and it would be our home.

A sweet smell of chocolate musk in the air and I turn around to find Rikiya silently watching me from the doorway with his head resting on the frame. There’s an unexplainable expression that crosses his face and my heart beat faster under his intensive gazes.

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“I’m curious to know what you’re thinking all wide eyed and glancing around my living room but at the same time - if you’ve kept those thoughts to yourself I probably have no place to ask.”

It’s a deep breath in and then out as I lick my bottom lip and walk over, flopping down on the couch which I pat the empty space beside me; not surprised at all when Eri quickly takes a seat.

“So…”, I exhale with a sigh, “You know I don’t really have women who agree to my suggestions of coming over so eagerly. So amuse me - why was option the one you decided on?”

An arm drapped around her shoulders, I allow myself amused to play with the ends of her hair, wrapping it around my fingertips which curls higher and higher, weaving through her dark locks almost desperately before she’s pulled in for another kiss.

This one a little more needy than our last few.

This one which expresses that I don’t particularly want the night to end because it means that the company that I have won’t then leave.

“I’m sorry…”, I utter almost foolish sounding as I break awayz let go of the woman I hardly know and excuse myself into the kitchen for a drink. One that’s going to have to be a lot, lot stronger than coffee.

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Eri Hayashi's POV Following his footsteps to the kitchen and I wrap my arms him, my hands pausing right above his chest with my face buried in his broad back which feels so warm and safe- the kind of sanctuary that I'd depend on forever. "Your heart is beating really fast." I state the obvious instead of asking what his sorry actually means. 

Taking his hand in mine, I lead him further into the apartment. "So are you going to be a good host and show me around?" I ask in a seductive voice before peeking to my surrounding to make sure I enter the right room. Pausing in front of his bed, I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it above his head slowly before planting light kisses on his bare chest, taking my time to lick and suck on his nipples. My right hand has already traveled down to rub his rock hard cock through his jeans, causing Rikiya to let out a deep groan from his throat. 

Unzipping his jeans quickly and pulling them down with his boxers, his thick manhood rises proud and firm. My lack of experience somehow still magically earn a few gasp and hiss of pleasure from my date of the day. 

The heat from his body keeps me warm as he lays me down his cold sheets, pushing my panties down my hips and legs as he places himself in between my legs and rubs his tip up and down my wet cavern. I wither and tremble underneath him, head thrown back in ecstasy. 

Totally proud of my remarkable risk taking and all the decisions I've made for today. "OH GOD! Yes!! Harder!!! Yesss! Riki!!!" I completely lose all sense of control as he pounds into me, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside me, drawing our bodies closer by each thrust. 

My lips are bitten to stop anymore screaming as he has added his free hand and rubbed my clit frantically, speeding up my climax while he's close to his release. He begins to slam into me faster and harder, forcing me to yell out passionately as we come at the same time. 

Collapsing on top of me, breathing heavily, his semi-hard cock still inside. Rikiya lifts his head and gives me a deep and lingering kiss. My mind is blank from the after high and I hear one saying something unexpectedly sweet and surprising. 

"I love you."

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Stranger No More (Open RP)

Eri Hayashi’s POV 

Outside is a glorious day, the ray of sunshine sun blaze through the twenty something-year-old blinds and I jump up right as my alarm clock rings sharply at eight in the morning. 

The last thirty days have been dreadful as I have been tiptoeing on egg shells and watch my every move so I don’t trigger any unnecessary attention or causing further episode. And after being watched like a hawk for two whole weeks, I’m finally “allowed” outdoor alone- totally alone, with no one by my side, texting or calling to check in on me- they probably are tracking me from the GPS on my phone but it’s good to see the sun in person, to have the breath of fresh air filled my lungs. 

Oh freedom feels good! 

With no particular destination in mind, I enter a book cafe, make an order and take a seat. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I catch a glance at a stranger who sits by the far corner and drabbles on a notepad. He looks young, possibly around my age with mid length hair which seems so soft that I want to brush his bang away to see what he looks like. I smile at the sight then the young man lifts his head up and our eyes meet, it would have been a signal to look away but feeling my heart wrap in warmth- this is a window seat, I nod and smile at the new stranger once more

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The fact that I had to technically work on a Saturday made me want to grind my teeth together yet the quicker I got the mock up test questions written the quicker I’d have the rest of the day to waste it in whichever which way I’d so see fit.

The cafe I’d come across was a little further out of town that I’d usually take the bike when wanting to find a place for self exclusion, peace and quiet but it had sparked my curiosity after seeing it from the corner of my eye waiting for a set of lights to change.

My social interaction with the world today had been limited to ordering a coffee I probably wouldn’t drink which sat beside me turning cold. That was until I felt a light gaze from a set of eyes glance in my direction. The woman they belonged to looked sweet - sweet in such a sense that compared to a bad boy she probably had maintained most of her innocence.

Looking up hastily, we both share a smile which I can’t help but feel form across my lips and look down again, eager to finish the task I’ve been putting off all week. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes go by and this is still getting nowhere.

Sighing, I slide down into the seat I’m in and fiddle with the pen in my fingertips. Tossing it up in the air and pulling my shirt pocket open hoping to catch it, I stand up grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair and slip straight into it.

Saturday’s are meant to fun - not work.

It’s then when an idea pops into mind I probably wouldn’t have had if not for a friendly smile with a stranger. Picking up my helmet, I pace over and stop in front of where the pretty young thing is sitting.

“Nice day for a ride”, I point out, placing the motorcycle helmet down in front of her. “What so you say?”

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In the days of my entire childhood, I had never once heard a single argument from my parents and they’re the perfect couples or so I thought until the day I walked into my mother private session with our finance manager to later being told that they were in a civilized and open marriage. I had no idea what it meant back then and still have no clue why they are still married but I felt cheated, deceived and played all these years of being part of a happy family that never existed.

The word “Marriage” has a different definition in my vocabulary ever since.

With the constant “protection” from my family, I consider myself lucky to have friends though I have to wonder if they’re paid to spy and keep me company. They are all girls, of course, the only boy around my age that I associate with is my tutor who recently got fired because his confession to me was caught on tape- can’t say I’m surprised.

I would be lying to say that I have never fantasied about going on a nice date, having a boyfriend, one night stand or even casual fuck mate. Basically, I want to do things that I am not allowed to do while the rest of the world is experiecing- I want to LIVE my life.

So when the good looking stranger comes up to me and starts a conversation, it feels like a dream come true- bad boy and bike screams perfection.

“Sure is,” I get out of my seat and pick up his helmet, “I hope you have a spare one.” Skipping out of the cafe like a puppy off her leash and “accidently left” my phone on the empty chair.

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It’s a gloat of self satisfaction and pride that wash over me as the pretty young thing follows my footsteps without a second thought. I can’t and won’t say that the feeling of bring chased isn’t a great thing but still, the thrill gets old when its easy.

Grabbing a spare helmet from the back of my bike, it isn’t long before I’ve slipped my jacket off my shoulders and drapped it over the young girls. Getting on, ignition switched, I chuckle at her hesitancy to possibly stay on.

“Either grab the metal handle behind your seat or wrap your arms around me. Promise… I don’t bite.”

It’s been a while since I had anyone on the back of the bike so the feeling is foreign, at least for a minute or two. I’m curious to ask if there’s any place i. particular the woman wants to go but seeing at how eagerly she jumped out of her seat for the possibility of adventure, I guess with my own choice she won’t mind.

Engine revved and straight out into the flow of traffic, it’s only a 20 ride until we reach a place I haven’t been in years. Not since I was a child. What’s meant to be the happiest place on earth.

Disneyland ~~~

“I hope you don’t mind”, I say over my shoulder, “I just… needed to do something different.”

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Putting on the helmet, I climb onto the spot and wrap my arms around the stranger’s waist, blushing a little bit as he grins back at me and jokes that he doesn’t bite.

An hour ago, I would’ve never imagined myself on a motorcycle with a hot stranger. How things can change so drastically from taking risks- something my family never quite approve of. My life is planned before I was born, which school to attend, university and major I’m supposed to take along with my career path and my future husband- every single thing is planned for me.

Every three months, my parents “allow” me on a little retreat from a short weekend trip (with friends of course) to few hours alone time in the neighborhood, their way of “spoiling”, “rewarding” and “respecting” me. And now, I am not the one to complain while enjoying the excitement and thrill from the speed of riding a motorcycle and the refreshing feeling of the wind that blows past me – I could get used to this. 

Without another word said, the bike takes off. I have no idea we are going or what it is we are about to do but I don’t care. I simply want to be free. Around twenty minutes later, we arrive at the most magical place in the world-class Disneyland.

I make no effect to hide my further excitement and nearly run to the closest roller coasters I’d see. But, it’d be rude so I turn around and shout at the brunette. “Hurry up!” The theme park is crowded but not crowded enough to wait forever to get on a ride. Roller coasters give me the rush of release I’ve never experienced, I love the way my heart drop out and stomach flip whenever the death-defying ride drop with every else screaming from the back. 

Back down on the solid ground, I tip toe and kiss the man on his cheek before running off to get some popcorn but just as I reach into my pockets to pay to realize I have no dollar notes left in my wallet. I bite my lips nervously and look around for my date- DATE!

This is a date! I’m on a date at Disney with a hot ass biker who I don’t even know the name of. A ten dollar note is slipped in my hands as my date stands by my side and hands me my beloved popcorn. “You’re a life saver!” I pop some popcorn into my mouth while turning on the spot excitedly, glancing from ride to ride, carefully planning the order of places to visit as I wrap my free arm around the man’s elbow. “Oh, what’s your name by the way?

[midorismiles-deactivated2017100]

Her excitement amuses me more than I’m able to admit - the small smirk which had earlier curled on my lips remains there as if permanently tattooed.

Was I shocked that a surprise trip to Disneyland would have this effect on a stranger I met less than an hour ago? No. Most women it seems these days just appreciate company at a semi-thought of location that shows perhaps a little effort on the mans behalf.

Is this just an opportunity for me to run away from my responsibilities for just a little longer? Absolutely.

Is this something I had planned or intended? Not at all.

Is this a date? I’ll leave that up to her to decide. Her… I haven’t gotten a name yet although by the time my consciousness decides that it’s possibly a good idea to inquire as to such information, the pretty brunette has already bet me to ask.

“Rikiya”, I respond to her question as she wraps an arm around my own and like a child after rummaging through a candy store, happily munches on the popcorn she seems appeased over. I ask her own and she replies with Eri - my initial reaction is to say ‘cute’ but I keep the thought to myself. Perhaps that comment is best left for another day.

From rollercoaster to haunted house to meeting Mickey Mouse and teacup rides we talk about anything and everything that comes to mind without delving into too much detail. Eri explains roughly her situation - one that I do wish I could understand yet also makes my blood boil and I try as best as I can to remain patient and lend a caring ear to listen. With the way she rambles on with quirky characteristic voices for the people she’s talking about and how her expressions dance between frustrated, excited, mellow and perplexed, I can’t help but feel as if just having someone around to listen to her is somewhat theraputic.

What has me worried is when she glances down at her watch and bites her lip as if panicking because she has to be somewhere.

“Is everything alright? You don’t have a curfew do you? I was hoping to stay late enough to watch the fireworks.”

That’s right Mononobe - fireworks; if I was going to procrastinate the entire day it may as well have been done properly. There’s a look which glazes across her dark eyes which indicates she’s unsure of something. Reaching out to gently tuck some hair behind her ear, I allow myself the liberty of having my fingertips brush gently across her cheek which earns me a blush.

She really is sweet in the strangest of ways.

“Did you need me to give you a lift home? I don’t mind cutting our date short.”

There was that word again - date. Perhaps subconsciously that’s what I wanted this to be.

[datemeifucan]

It’s a cool night at Disney, clear sky with a little bit of wind, and of course, a sold out crowd. Somehow on this perfect weather night, we manage to score a perfect front row in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle though she’s never been my favorite princess, she’s the most boring one who slept through the majority of her story till her prince showed up. Lucky he was a true love or else who knows just how many more men were going to kiss her?!

“I’m fine,” I answer with a giggle while grabbing Rikiya’s arm and sit on the floor. “Popcorn, fireworks, Disney and a hot guy- I’m perfectly fine.”

There’s one flashback of fireworks that I’m particularly fond of- me riding on my father’s shoulders so high that I’d almost touch the sky. Though I’m no longer certain if it’s a memory or fragment of dreams that I have imagined from spending some quality father and daughter time. 

“Disneyland fireworks are different.” “Special.” “Wanna go watch it with me on our first date?”

Probably not the best way to ask a girl out but it’s the best I could ever get given the guy (my tutor) who said that was fired and forever out of my life. I consider this fate when a total stranger takes me to the land of magic and dreams. 

The crowd around us begin to make all kind of sound as the chemical reactions shoot up into the air, my eyes are fixed above like the rest while knowing from the corner of my eyes that Rikiya is watching me. There is no denying that the fireworks are quite lovely with Disney themed music add to it, resonating in my bones. I feel enchanted, with the brilliant burst of lights happening right above us. 

When the music lulls slightly, transitioning into a softer piece, I turn to Rikiya and grin, only to find him lying on his back and glances over at me. “Well aren’t you cozy Mr.!”

I tease and completely astonish at how captivating his gaze is. Time seems to have frozen with lights and booming in slow motion in the background while Rikiya lifts his hand from his stomach. I hold my breath at the sensation of his fingers brushing my cheek. A touch that feels like an electric shock, nothing demanding in the touch yet nothing so very life-changing either. 

It feels just right.

I watch his perfect features that are as beautiful as the light of the fireworks which we have both forgotten. Deciding to take another risk, since the recent one has led me to this amazing and magical date. Embolden by the heavy thump of the fireworks in my chest and the look in Rikiya’s wonderfully expressive eyes, I gently place my hand on his chest and smile at the rapid heartbeat I feel underneath before lowering myself and seal his lips.

The kiss is soft, so soft, barely even a kiss at all. 

I couldn’t believe my own daring as I stare back at him. I must be crazy, but I’m going to do it anyway because this feels perfectly right.

[midorismiles-deactivated2017100]

A kiss was the last thing I was expecting yet welcome it with little more than a cheeky smirk after it’s done, rubbing my own hand over Eri’s which hasn’t moved from my chest yet as I trace the edges of her fingertips and keep quiet. Silence is not always the most preferred method of communication yet sometimes it’s the exact one needed. Noticing her stare which translates from ‘sure’ to 'perhaps not so sure’, I grab at her wrist and pull Eri down playfully so that she crashes into my chest. An arm wrapped around her waist is easily done and from where we lay - the fireworks burst poetically above us.

“Thanks…”, my voice trails quietly. Time out of my comfort zone and away from the stresses I had constantly attempted to digress from have done me the world of good. Hand rubbing at Eri’s lower back, I place my free arm behind my head to prop myself up a little and glance down at her.

“A part of me knows that I’ll have to say goodnight at some point but I’m not exactly sure that I’m ready for that.”

It’s been years since I’ve been open enough or willing enough to let someone of the opposite sex get close to me - mostly in fear of hurting them or in case history ever tries to repeat. Perhaps - this one - might be different.

“You know it’s only just occurred to me that the phone I saw you with at the cafe you don’t have on you anymore. Did you want me to take you back and get it? It’s gonna be a little hard contacting me in the future if you don’t have my number.”

Suave Mononobe - 9th grader suave. Any of my students would cringe if they knew I’d said something as ridiculous and corny as that right now.

As the fireworks slow down and familes begin to pass us by as they leave, my offer from earlier is put out again - just in case of a change of heart or hesitancy.

“So cafe for the phone, or ice-cream parlour or home?”, I ask as we scramble up onto our feet. Adjusting the shoulders of my jacket which Eri is yet to take off though is much to oversized for her, I nod to myself approvingly when it comes to my attention that her sweet, floral scent will be all over it.

As a reminder of a perfectly procrastinate day - even if we never see each other again.

“Or… if you just want to chat or drink or - you know; my place isn’t too far either.”

[datemeifucan]

"My place isn't too far either."

His invitation sounds like music to my ear, perhaps because deep down we both get a sense that we'll not see each other again. 

"Oooo, what's your place like?" I push myself up quickly and straighten my outfit while Rikiya rolls to the side and gets onto his feet. The long walk from American Street back to the entrance is like a Disney movie with our fingers intertwining together and smiles on our faces as we continue to pick on each other, the only thing missing is animals singing around us.

Rikiya's apartment is the typical bachelor's place- clean and neat but impersonal. The walls are bare, the furniture is plain and functional, and the neutral colors make the apartment a bit cold which marks a great contrast to the man who I've spent the rest of the event with.

There's no photos or many decorations, just a single potted plant in one corner, the apartment reflects none of the science teacher's vibrant personality. It's outrageous of me to have such fantasy but here I'm standing in the center of his living room and imagining what it'd be like if we live together. Small plants here and there, photos of us hanging on walls, table lamps for better reading. Picturing the place transformation to a warm and cozy home– and it would be our home.

A sweet smell of chocolate musk in the air and I turn around to find Rikiya silently watching me from the doorway with his head resting on the frame. There's an unexplainable expression that crosses his face and my heart beat faster under his intensive gazes.

[datemeifucan]

Stranger No More (Open RP)

Eri Hayashi’s POV 

Outside is a glorious day, the ray of sunshine sun blaze through the twenty something-year-old blinds and I jump up right as my alarm clock rings sharply at eight in the morning. 

The last thirty days have been dreadful as I have been tiptoeing on egg shells and watch my every move so I don’t trigger any unnecessary attention or causing further episode. And after being watched like a hawk for two whole weeks, I’m finally “allowed” outdoor alone- totally alone, with no one by my side, texting or calling to check in on me- they probably are tracking me from the GPS on my phone but it’s good to see the sun in person, to have the breath of fresh air filled my lungs. 

Oh freedom feels good! 

With no particular destination in mind, I enter a book cafe, make an order and take a seat. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I catch a glance at a stranger who sits by the far corner and drabbles on a notepad. He looks young, possibly around my age with mid length hair which seems so soft that I want to brush his bang away to see what he looks like. I smile at the sight then the young man lifts his head up and our eyes meet, it would have been a signal to look away but feeling my heart wrap in warmth- this is a window seat, I nod and smile at the new stranger once more

[midorismiles-deactivated2017100]

The fact that I had to technically work on a Saturday made me want to grind my teeth together yet the quicker I got the mock up test questions written the quicker I’d have the rest of the day to waste it in whichever which way I’d so see fit.

The cafe I’d come across was a little further out of town that I’d usually take the bike when wanting to find a place for self exclusion, peace and quiet but it had sparked my curiosity after seeing it from the corner of my eye waiting for a set of lights to change.

My social interaction with the world today had been limited to ordering a coffee I probably wouldn’t drink which sat beside me turning cold. That was until I felt a light gaze from a set of eyes glance in my direction. The woman they belonged to looked sweet - sweet in such a sense that compared to a bad boy she probably had maintained most of her innocence.

Looking up hastily, we both share a smile which I can’t help but feel form across my lips and look down again, eager to finish the task I’ve been putting off all week. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes go by and this is still getting nowhere.

Sighing, I slide down into the seat I’m in and fiddle with the pen in my fingertips. Tossing it up in the air and pulling my shirt pocket open hoping to catch it, I stand up grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair and slip straight into it.

Saturday’s are meant to fun - not work.

It’s then when an idea pops into mind I probably wouldn’t have had if not for a friendly smile with a stranger. Picking up my helmet, I pace over and stop in front of where the pretty young thing is sitting.

“Nice day for a ride”, I point out, placing the motorcycle helmet down in front of her. “What so you say?”

[datemeifucan]

In the days of my entire childhood, I had never once heard a single argument from my parents and they’re the perfect couples or so I thought until the day I walked into my mother private session with our finance manager to later being told that they were in a civilized and open marriage. I had no idea what it meant back then and still have no clue why they are still married but I felt cheated, deceived and played all these years of being part of a happy family that never existed.

The word “Marriage” has a different definition in my vocabulary ever since.

With the constant “protection” from my family, I consider myself lucky to have friends though I have to wonder if they’re paid to spy and keep me company. They are all girls, of course, the only boy around my age that I associate with is my tutor who recently got fired because his confession to me was caught on tape- can’t say I’m surprised.

I would be lying to say that I have never fantasied about going on a nice date, having a boyfriend, one night stand or even casual fuck mate. Basically, I want to do things that I am not allowed to do while the rest of the world is experiecing- I want to LIVE my life.

So when the good looking stranger comes up to me and starts a conversation, it feels like a dream come true- bad boy and bike screams perfection.

“Sure is,” I get out of my seat and pick up his helmet, “I hope you have a spare one.” Skipping out of the cafe like a puppy off her leash and “accidently left” my phone on the empty chair.

[midorismiles-deactivated2017100]

It’s a gloat of self satisfaction and pride that wash over me as the pretty young thing follows my footsteps without a second thought. I can’t and won’t say that the feeling of bring chased isn’t a great thing but still, the thrill gets old when its easy.

Grabbing a spare helmet from the back of my bike, it isn’t long before I’ve slipped my jacket off my shoulders and drapped it over the young girls. Getting on, ignition switched, I chuckle at her hesitancy to possibly stay on.

“Either grab the metal handle behind your seat or wrap your arms around me. Promise… I don’t bite.”

It’s been a while since I had anyone on the back of the bike so the feeling is foreign, at least for a minute or two. I’m curious to ask if there’s any place i. particular the woman wants to go but seeing at how eagerly she jumped out of her seat for the possibility of adventure, I guess with my own choice she won’t mind.

Engine revved and straight out into the flow of traffic, it’s only a 20 ride until we reach a place I haven’t been in years. Not since I was a child. What’s meant to be the happiest place on earth.

Disneyland ~~~

“I hope you don’t mind”, I say over my shoulder, “I just… needed to do something different.”

[datemeifucan]

Putting on the helmet, I climb onto the spot and wrap my arms around the stranger’s waist, blushing a little bit as he grins back at me and jokes that he doesn’t bite.

An hour ago, I would’ve never imagined myself on a motorcycle with a hot stranger. How things can change so drastically from taking risks- something my family never quite approve of. My life is planned before I was born, which school to attend, university and major I’m supposed to take along with my career path and my future husband- every single thing is planned for me.

Every three months, my parents “allow” me on a little retreat from a short weekend trip (with friends of course) to few hours alone time in the neighborhood, their way of “spoiling”, “rewarding” and “respecting” me. And now, I am not the one to complain while enjoying the excitement and thrill from the speed of riding a motorcycle and the refreshing feeling of the wind that blows past me – I could get used to this. 

Without another word said, the bike takes off. I have no idea we are going or what it is we are about to do but I don’t care. I simply want to be free. Around twenty minutes later, we arrive at the most magical place in the world-class Disneyland.

I make no effect to hide my further excitement and nearly run to the closest roller coasters I’d see. But, it’d be rude so I turn around and shout at the brunette. “Hurry up!” The theme park is crowded but not crowded enough to wait forever to get on a ride. Roller coasters give me the rush of release I’ve never experienced, I love the way my heart drop out and stomach flip whenever the death-defying ride drop with every else screaming from the back. 

Back down on the solid ground, I tip toe and kiss the man on his cheek before running off to get some popcorn but just as I reach into my pockets to pay to realize I have no dollar notes left in my wallet. I bite my lips nervously and look around for my date- DATE!

This is a date! I’m on a date at Disney with a hot ass biker who I don’t even know the name of. A ten dollar note is slipped in my hands as my date stands by my side and hands me my beloved popcorn. “You’re a life saver!” I pop some popcorn into my mouth while turning on the spot excitedly, glancing from ride to ride, carefully planning the order of places to visit as I wrap my free arm around the man’s elbow. “Oh, what’s your name by the way?

[midorismiles-deactivated2017100]

Her excitement amuses me more than I’m able to admit - the small smirk which had earlier curled on my lips remains there as if permanently tattooed.

Was I shocked that a surprise trip to Disneyland would have this effect on a stranger I met less than an hour ago? No. Most women it seems these days just appreciate company at a semi-thought of location that shows perhaps a little effort on the mans behalf.

Is this just an opportunity for me to run away from my responsibilities for just a little longer? Absolutely.

Is this something I had planned or intended? Not at all.

Is this a date? I’ll leave that up to her to decide. Her… I haven’t gotten a name yet although by the time my consciousness decides that it’s possibly a good idea to inquire as to such information, the pretty brunette has already bet me to ask.

“Rikiya”, I respond to her question as she wraps an arm around my own and like a child after rummaging through a candy store, happily munches on the popcorn she seems appeased over. I ask her own and she replies with Eri - my initial reaction is to say ‘cute’ but I keep the thought to myself. Perhaps that comment is best left for another day.

From rollercoaster to haunted house to meeting Mickey Mouse and teacup rides we talk about anything and everything that comes to mind without delving into too much detail. Eri explains roughly her situation - one that I do wish I could understand yet also makes my blood boil and I try as best as I can to remain patient and lend a caring ear to listen. With the way she rambles on with quirky characteristic voices for the people she’s talking about and how her expressions dance between frustrated, excited, mellow and perplexed, I can’t help but feel as if just having someone around to listen to her is somewhat theraputic.

What has me worried is when she glances down at her watch and bites her lip as if panicking because she has to be somewhere.

“Is everything alright? You don’t have a curfew do you? I was hoping to stay late enough to watch the fireworks.”

That’s right Mononobe - fireworks; if I was going to procrastinate the entire day it may as well have been done properly. There’s a look which glazes across her dark eyes which indicates she’s unsure of something. Reaching out to gently tuck some hair behind her ear, I allow myself the liberty of having my fingertips brush gently across her cheek which earns me a blush.

She really is sweet in the strangest of ways.

“Did you need me to give you a lift home? I don’t mind cutting our date short.”

There was that word again - date. Perhaps subconsciously that’s what I wanted this to be.

[datemeifucan]

It's a cool night at Disney, clear sky with a little bit of wind, and of course, a sold out crowd. Somehow on this perfect weather night, we manage to score a perfect front row in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle though she's never been my favorite princess, she's the most boring one who slept through the majority of her story till her prince showed up. Lucky he was a true love or else who knows just how many more men were going to kiss her?!

"I'm fine," I answer with a giggle while grabbing Rikiya's arm and sit on the floor. "Popcorn, fireworks, Disney and a hot guy- I'm perfectly fine."

There's one flashback of fireworks that I'm particularly fond of- me riding on my father's shoulders so high that I'd almost touch the sky. Though I'm no longer certain if it's a memory or fragment of dreams that I have imagined from spending some quality father and daughter time. 

"Disneyland fireworks are different." "Special." "Wanna go watch it with me on our first date?"

Probably not the best way to ask a girl out but it's the best I could ever get given the guy (my tutor) who said that was fired and forever out of my life. I consider this fate when a total stranger takes me to the land of magic and dreams. 

The crowd around us begin to make all kind of sound as the chemical reactions shoot up into the air, my eyes are fixed above like the rest while knowing from the corner of my eyes that Rikiya is watching me. There is no denying that the fireworks are quite lovely with Disney themed music add to it, resonating in my bones. I feel enchanted, with the brilliant burst of lights happening right above us. 

When the music lulls slightly, transitioning into a softer piece, I turn to Rikiya and grin, only to find him lying on his back and glances over at me. "Well aren't you cozy Mr.!"

I tease and completely astonish at how captivating his gaze is. Time seems to have frozen with lights and booming in slow motion in the background while Rikiya lifts his hand from his stomach. I hold my breath at the sensation of his fingers brushing my cheek. A touch that feels like an electric shock, nothing demanding in the touch yet nothing so very life-changing either. 

It feels just right.

I watch his perfect features that are as beautiful as the light of the fireworks which we have both forgotten. Deciding to take another risk, since the recent one has led me to this amazing and magical date. Embolden by the heavy thump of the fireworks in my chest and the look in Rikiya's wonderfully expressive eyes, I gently place my hand on his chest and smile at the rapid heartbeat I feel underneath before lowering myself and seal his lips.

The kiss is soft, so soft, barely even a kiss at all. 

I couldn't believe my own daring as I stare back at him. I must be crazy, but I'm going to do it anyway because this feels perfectly right.

[datemeifucan]

Stranger No More (Open RP)

Eri Hayashi’s POV 

Outside is a glorious day, the ray of sunshine sun blaze through the twenty something-year-old blinds and I jump up right as my alarm clock rings sharply at eight in the morning. 

The last thirty days have been dreadful as I have been tiptoeing on egg shells and watch my every move so I don’t trigger any unnecessary attention or causing further episode. And after being watched like a hawk for two whole weeks, I’m finally “allowed” outdoor alone- totally alone, with no one by my side, texting or calling to check in on me- they probably are tracking me from the GPS on my phone but it’s good to see the sun in person, to have the breath of fresh air filled my lungs. 

Oh freedom feels good! 

With no particular destination in mind, I enter a book cafe, make an order and take a seat. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I catch a glance at a stranger who sits by the far corner and drabbles on a notepad. He looks young, possibly around my age with mid length hair which seems so soft that I want to brush his bang away to see what he looks like. I smile at the sight then the young man lifts his head up and our eyes meet, it would have been a signal to look away but feeling my heart wrap in warmth- this is a window seat, I nod and smile at the new stranger once more

[midorismiles-deactivated2017100]

The fact that I had to technically work on a Saturday made me want to grind my teeth together yet the quicker I got the mock up test questions written the quicker I’d have the rest of the day to waste it in whichever which way I’d so see fit.

The cafe I’d come across was a little further out of town that I’d usually take the bike when wanting to find a place for self exclusion, peace and quiet but it had sparked my curiosity after seeing it from the corner of my eye waiting for a set of lights to change.

My social interaction with the world today had been limited to ordering a coffee I probably wouldn’t drink which sat beside me turning cold. That was until I felt a light gaze from a set of eyes glance in my direction. The woman they belonged to looked sweet - sweet in such a sense that compared to a bad boy she probably had maintained most of her innocence.

Looking up hastily, we both share a smile which I can’t help but feel form across my lips and look down again, eager to finish the task I’ve been putting off all week. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes go by and this is still getting nowhere.

Sighing, I slide down into the seat I’m in and fiddle with the pen in my fingertips. Tossing it up in the air and pulling my shirt pocket open hoping to catch it, I stand up grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair and slip straight into it.

Saturday’s are meant to fun - not work.

It’s then when an idea pops into mind I probably wouldn’t have had if not for a friendly smile with a stranger. Picking up my helmet, I pace over and stop in front of where the pretty young thing is sitting.

“Nice day for a ride”, I point out, placing the motorcycle helmet down in front of her. “What so you say?”

[datemeifucan]

In the days of my entire childhood, I had never once heard a single argument from my parents and they’re the perfect couples or so I thought until the day I walked into my mother private session with our finance manager to later being told that they were in a civilized and open marriage. I had no idea what it meant back then and still have no clue why they are still married but I felt cheated, deceived and played all these years of being part of a happy family that never existed.

The word “Marriage” has a different definition in my vocabulary ever since.

With the constant “protection” from my family, I consider myself lucky to have friends though I have to wonder if they’re paid to spy and keep me company. They are all girls, of course, the only boy around my age that I associate with is my tutor who recently got fired because his confession to me was caught on tape- can’t say I’m surprised.

I would be lying to say that I have never fantasied about going on a nice date, having a boyfriend, one night stand or even casual fuck mate. Basically, I want to do things that I am not allowed to do while the rest of the world is experiecing- I want to LIVE my life.

So when the good looking stranger comes up to me and starts a conversation, it feels like a dream come true- bad boy and bike screams perfection.

“Sure is,” I get out of my seat and pick up his helmet, “I hope you have a spare one.” Skipping out of the cafe like a puppy off her leash and “accidently left” my phone on the empty chair.

[midorismiles-deactivated2017100]

It’s a gloat of self satisfaction and pride that wash over me as the pretty young thing follows my footsteps without a second thought. I can’t and won’t say that the feeling of bring chased isn’t a great thing but still, the thrill gets old when its easy.

Grabbing a spare helmet from the back of my bike, it isn’t long before I’ve slipped my jacket off my shoulders and drapped it over the young girls. Getting on, ignition switched, I chuckle at her hesitancy to possibly stay on.

“Either grab the metal handle behind your seat or wrap your arms around me. Promise… I don’t bite.”

It’s been a while since I had anyone on the back of the bike so the feeling is foreign, at least for a minute or two. I’m curious to ask if there’s any place i. particular the woman wants to go but seeing at how eagerly she jumped out of her seat for the possibility of adventure, I guess with my own choice she won’t mind.

Engine revved and straight out into the flow of traffic, it’s only a 20 ride until we reach a place I haven’t been in years. Not since I was a child. What’s meant to be the happiest place on earth.

Disneyland ~~~

“I hope you don’t mind”, I say over my shoulder, “I just… needed to do something different.”

[datemeifucan]

Putting on the helmet, I climb onto the spot and wrap my arms around the stranger's waist, blushing a little bit as he grins back at me and jokes that he doesn't bite.

An hour ago, I would've never imagined myself on a motorcycle with a hot stranger. How things can change so drastically from taking risks- something my family never quite approve of. My life is planned before I was born, which school to attend, university and major I'm supposed to take along with my career path and my future husband- every single thing is planned for me.

Every three months, my parents "allow" me on a little retreat from a short weekend trip (with friends of course) to few hours alone time in the neighborhood, their way of "spoiling", "rewarding" and "respecting" me. And now, I am not the one to complain while enjoying the excitement and thrill from the speed of riding a motorcycle and the refreshing feeling of the wind that blows past me – I could get used to this. 

Without another word said, the bike takes off. I have no idea we are going or what it is we are about to do but I don't care. I simply want to be free. Around twenty minutes later, we arrive at the most magical place in the world-class Disneyland.

I make no effect to hide my further excitement and nearly run to the closest roller coasters I'd see. But, it'd be rude so I turn around and shout at the brunette. "Hurry up!" The theme park is crowded but not crowded enough to wait forever to get on a ride. Roller coasters give me the rush of release I've never experienced, I love the way my heart drop out and stomach flip whenever the death-defying ride drop with every else screaming from the back. 

Back down on the solid ground, I tip toe and kiss the man on his cheek before running off to get some popcorn but just as I reach into my pockets to pay to realize I have no dollar notes left in my wallet. I bite my lips nervously and look around for my date- DATE!

This is a date! I'm on a date at Disney with a hot ass biker who I don't even know the name of. A ten dollar note is slipped in my hands as my date stands by my side and hands me my beloved popcorn. "You're a life saver!" I pop some popcorn into my mouth while turning on the spot excitedly, glancing from ride to ride, carefully planning the order of places to visit as I wrap my free arm around the man's elbow. "Oh, what's your name by the way?

[datemeifucan]

Stranger No More (Open RP)

Eri Hayashi’s POV 

Outside is a glorious day, the ray of sunshine sun blaze through the twenty something-year-old blinds and I jump up right as my alarm clock rings sharply at eight in the morning. 

The last thirty days have been dreadful as I have been tiptoeing on egg shells and watch my every move so I don’t trigger any unnecessary attention or causing further episode. And after being watched like a hawk for two whole weeks, I’m finally “allowed” outdoor alone- totally alone, with no one by my side, texting or calling to check in on me- they probably are tracking me from the GPS on my phone but it’s good to see the sun in person, to have the breath of fresh air filled my lungs. 

Oh freedom feels good! 

With no particular destination in mind, I enter a book cafe, make an order and take a seat. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I catch a glance at a stranger who sits by the far corner and drabbles on a notepad. He looks young, possibly around my age with mid length hair which seems so soft that I want to brush his bang away to see what he looks like. I smile at the sight then the young man lifts his head up and our eyes meet, it would have been a signal to look away but feeling my heart wrap in warmth- this is a window seat, I nod and smile at the new stranger once more

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The fact that I had to technically work on a Saturday made me want to grind my teeth together yet the quicker I got the mock up test questions written the quicker I’d have the rest of the day to waste it in whichever which way I’d so see fit.

The cafe I’d come across was a little further out of town that I’d usually take the bike when wanting to find a place for self exclusion, peace and quiet but it had sparked my curiosity after seeing it from the corner of my eye waiting for a set of lights to change.

My social interaction with the world today had been limited to ordering a coffee I probably wouldn’t drink which sat beside me turning cold. That was until I felt a light gaze from a set of eyes glance in my direction. The woman they belonged to looked sweet - sweet in such a sense that compared to a bad boy she probably had maintained most of her innocence.

Looking up hastily, we both share a smile which I can’t help but feel form across my lips and look down again, eager to finish the task I’ve been putting off all week. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes go by and this is still getting nowhere.

Sighing, I slide down into the seat I’m in and fiddle with the pen in my fingertips. Tossing it up in the air and pulling my shirt pocket open hoping to catch it, I stand up grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair and slip straight into it.

Saturday’s are meant to fun - not work.

It’s then when an idea pops into mind I probably wouldn’t have had if not for a friendly smile with a stranger. Picking up my helmet, I pace over and stop in front of where the pretty young thing is sitting.

“Nice day for a ride”, I point out, placing the motorcycle helmet down in front of her. “What so you say?”

[datemeifucan]

In the days of my entire childhood, I had never once heard a single argument from my parents and they’re the perfect couples or so I thought until the day I walked into my mother private session with our finance manager to later being told that they were in a civilized and open marriage. I had no idea what it meant back then and still have no clue why they are still married but I felt cheated, deceived and played all these years of being part of a happy family that never existed.

The word “Marriage” has a different definition in my vocabulary ever since.

With the constant “protection” from my family, I consider myself lucky to have friends though I have to wonder if they’re paid to spy and keep me company. They are all girls, of course, the only boy around my age that I associate with is my tutor who recently got fired because his confession to me was caught on tape- can’t say I’m surprised.

I would be lying to say that I have never fantasied about going on a nice date, having a boyfriend, one night stand or even casual fuck mate. Basically, I want to do things that I am not allowed to do while the rest of the world is experiecing- I want to LIVE my life.

So when the good looking stranger comes up to me and starts a conversation, it feels like a dream come true- bad boy and bike screams perfection.

“Sure is,” I get out of my seat and pick up his helmet, “I hope you have a spare one.” Skipping out of the cafe like a puppy off her leash and “accidently left” my phone on the empty chair.

[datemeifucan]

Stranger No More (ASA RP)

Eri Hayashi's POV 

Outside is a glorious day, the ray of sunshine sun blaze through the twenty something-year-old blinds and I jump up right as my alarm clock rings sharply at eight in the morning. 

The last thirty days have been dreadful as I have been tiptoeing on egg shells and watch my every move so I don't trigger any unnecessary attention or causing further episode. And after being watched like a hawk for two whole weeks, I'm finally "allowed" outdoor alone- totally alone, with no one by my side, texting or calling to check in on me- they probably are tracking me from the GPS on my phone but it's good to see the sun in person, to have the breath of fresh air filled my lungs. 

Oh freedom feels good! 

With no particular destination in mind, I enter a book cafe, make an order and take a seat. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I catch a glance at a stranger who sits by the far corner and drabbles on a notepad. He looks young, possibly around my age with mid length hair which seems so soft that I want to brush his bang away to see what he looks like. I smile at the sight then the young man lifts his head up and our eyes meet, it would have been a signal to look away but feeling my heart wrap in warmth- this is a window seat, I nod and smile at the new stranger once more