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[8siangemini]

Everything I Do Is For You (Miles Morales!Earth 42 x Reader!Spiderwoman)

Summary: You are SpiderWoman on Earth 42 and Miles is still the Prowler. The Prowler has a mission to kill Spider-Woman due to the high bounty on your head. For months now he has been tracking you down and has focused so much on tracking you down that he does not realize you are right under his nose. One evening when you followed the Prowler back to his hideout you find something you wish you never saw.

Word Count: 2,282

Author’s Note: Based on how Earth 42 looks and based off of the Prowler’s mask I am going the make SpiderWoman a little more cyber-ish. Hope y’all enjoy :)

“Fucking A” You say underneath your breath as you look at yourself in your full body mirror you had in your mirror.

You had an interaction with the Prowler earlier tonight and the beating he gave you took a number on you. Bruises on your arms, parts of your suit torn up, scratches and cuts on your face, and worse your backpack and gauntlets were fucked up. Your backpack was initially a project for your engineering class that Miles had helped you with that slowly became a weapon you used while fighting. The backpack was compact yet was able to hold yourself up by large metal spider legs. Your gauntlets were like claws but had the same function to spew out webs.

But due to the Prowler multiple legs on your backpack were broken and he had punctured a couple holes into your gauntlets with his own claw. That was until you were able to crush his claw while his hand was still in it. Your fight ended when you finally retreated before he could total your backpack. But luckily you are going to finally be able to find him.

“You think you won this fight Prowler?” You ask yourself.

You go to your desk that had multiple monitors on it and took off your gauntlets. You typed some things into your computer and pulled up a map and in the middle of the map was a moving red dot. You smile to yourself as you lean back in your seat and look at the dot like it was the proudest thing you had accomplished.

“Lucky for me, you ‘n I kept doing at each other’s gauntlets that you did not even notice the tracking device I embedded into your claw when I crushed your hand.” You chuckle to yourself, waiting for the red dot to stop to figure out where the Prowler hides out.

After a couple of minutes of movement the dot stays still. You smile to yourself and zoom out of the dot to figure out where the location is. You grab your mask again and pull it over your face and jump out of your window with just your webslingers, no backpack and no gauntlets.

You make it to the location and the only room that was still active with the lights still on was the one on the very top. You shoot your webs up at the railing and quietly and stealthily you land on the metal railing without making a sound. You peak inside through the windows and see the room was lit with a purple color. Gym equipment running across the window closest to you and at the end of the room there was a large connect web with a large map and multiple pictures of you.

You began getting scared. Looking on the web you begin seeing more and more accurate information laying on the board. Your age, the places you recently been, possible schools you go to, possible places where you would go as a civilian, and your nightly patrol routes. But the picture on the top of the board was what scared you the most. A printed out bounty poster of you. $900,000 on your head.

Just then two figures come into the room. The room was very dark but you tried your best to figure out who the figures were. Luckily the two stand under one of the brightest light sources in the room. Your heart dropped at the uncovered person, tall and slender, Uncle Aaron. Miles’ Uncle, in the same room as the Prowler. They were discussing something, like they were partners. They showed no threat to one another but you could still not believe what you were seeing, there was no way. Why would he be doing this sort of business? Then in front of him stood a slightly shorter figure, he was in the mask, the Prowler.

You carefully open the window quietly to try and hear what they may say. The Prowler’s claw was off laying on the table his actual hand was bandaged up with blood staining the gauges. Just then his mask begins to move, begins to open up. You stare with eyes wide open to make sure you see who the Prowler is. Your heart begins racing, eager to find out who the Prowler is.

Then your heart drops, breaks. As the mask disappeared two braids fell down, you knew those two braids. The mask completely disappears and there he stood, Miles, with furrowed brows. Your Miles, your boyfriend, but also your nemesis.

“You’re gonna have to take a few days off with that hand like that.” Uncle Aaron says as he helps Miles take off his jacket and shirt, leaving him shirtless.

“Yeah I know. What do I tell (Y/n)?” Miles asked which pirked your ears up. Miles exams his hand and you begin to feel guilty that you were the one to hurt your boyfriend so badly.

“Just say you cut your hand or some’.” Uncle Aaron quickly says. “You haven’t told her right?” He asks strictly and Miles just shakes his head.

Miles kept on looking down at his hand with his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes glaring down.

“I’m gonna get her, for sure. The next time I see her, I’m gonna get her.” Miles says with determination. His voice was laced with venom and determination, it shook fear throughout your whole body right down to your core.

“You sure as hell better. With that money,” Uncle Aaron says as he points at the bounty poster at the very top of the web. “You, your mama, and your girl could live in luxury. So you better get her the next time you see her or else the cops are gonna get suspious.”

Was he going to use the money for all of us? Is this where the money comes from whenever he gifts you one of your many pieces of jewlery or the multiple pairs of matching Jordan’s you two have? This was the reason why he never picks up your calls late at night whenever you wanted to call him while you were on patrol. This was the reason why whenever you came by his place to make sure he was safe after your nightly patrol he was never there. He was also patrolling too. He had a night life full of violence, violence you should have prevented as Spider-Woman. But in the end you had to admit it was him, the Prowler, that kept causing the violence and fear in Brooklyn.

Uncle Aaron goes to the claw and picks it up and begins to examine the damage you brought upon it. His eyebrows furrow but soon his eyes widened at the slightest bit, he found it. He plucks out a small red device crammed into the mess of the claw and looks at Miles. He holds out the small device to Miles with a pissed off expression, knowing full well on what it is.

“Miles!” Uncle Aaron yells. “Do you know what this is?” Miles just shrugs. “A tracking device Miles! A tracking device!”

Just then you shoot my webs at the top of the window and use your momentum to break through the window, landing in the center of the room. You place your hands on your hips as you turn your head back and forth to crack your neck.

“Let’s try this one more time, Prowler.” You say.

You begin webbing up Uncle Aaron down to his knees and you quickly knock him out cold with a punch to the jaw and his body falling limp to the ground with a loud thud. You web both of Miles’ shoulders and use your momentum to kick him in the jaw. For a couple of hits you kept on doing the same thing, using your momentum to kick him in various of areas until he finally caught your foot with his good hand. He yanked you down and pinned you down with his two knees digging into your two thighs, causing enough pressure to create bruises. His good hand tried to hold both of yours but you were able to keep on escaping for at least one of your hands to throw a punch at him.

You did not care that you were punching the shit out of your boyfriend, he wanted to kill you for a price. He wanted to kill you for money. The person you love the most wants to kill you. He also kept secrets and kept on telling lies to you. Yeah, you were doing the same thing but he was doing it because it was a violent and dark job. All of your glamorous and luxiorous gifts he gave you, you were know questioning if the bought those with the money from these dirty jobs. It made you sick to your stomach.

“You’ve been lying to me Miles!” You yelled at him as he kept trying to pin you down. His eyes widened at the slightest bit.

“How do you know my name?” He asks as he manages to finally pin you down properly.

“What? You wanna kill me? Kill the girl that bandaged you up when you were all bloody without asking any question?” You yelled as tears began to fall through your mask. Miles expression started to somewhat soften. “You gonna kill the girl that was there for you when your dad died?”

Miles slowly starts to reach his bad hand carefully towards the edge of your mask. Your breath started to quicken as his hand started touching your masked face.

“I thought you said that you would burn the world down just for your girl?” You say meekly as tears still start beading from your eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Miles asks and carefully takes off your mask.

Face sweating and bleeding and eyes full of tears. Miles stared at you with his eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Kill me Miles.” You whispered.

“What?” Miles questioned.

“Kill me!” You yelled. “If you want the money so bad then just kill me now!”

Miles looked so broken, so betrayed. He could not believe you kept a secret like this hidden from him. He slowly let go of his wrists.

“Yeah,” You started. “Doesn’t feel good does it? Knowing your amor has been keeping a secret from you for so long? Imagine how I felt about you just a couple of minutes ago when I found out you were the Prowler. Imagine how I feel knowing I was the one that hurt you.” You say with a voice full of pain but Miles stays quiet for awhile.

“Miles say something!” You demand.

“I wanted to do this job for you.” Miles whispers. You look at him confused.

“What?” You ask.

“I wanted to do this job so that I could plan our anniversary.” Miles begins to explain. It was true, your guys’ anniversary was now only less than a month away. “I wanted to plan a nice dinner with you, get you nice things, and give you money for your engineering projects you want to carry out.”

Now everythings just washed over you and all you could feel now was guilt and regret. You regretted the fact that you beat the shit out of Miles, you were mad at yourself that you were the reason he wanted to kill someone, just so he could get you some nice things.

“I-I am so sorry Miles.” You begin to apologize.

“Why are apologizing ma? I should be apologizing for getting you roped into this.” Miles chuckle and you could not help but laugh a little. He began to get up off of you and offered his good hand to help you up.

“For not telling you about,” You start as you wave your body over your tattered suit. “This.”

“Then I’m sorry for not telling you about,” Miles says as he begins to sit on the couch and spread out his arms to jesture to the apartment. “this.” You laugh a little as you scan the room.

“Prowler huh?” You say through a laugh as Miles smirks a little while he slouches into this couch a little, spreading his legs and adjusting his pants.

“Spider-woman huh?” He says with a cocky smirk.

You smirk back and bend down to give him a deep kiss. He places his good hand on your hip as his tongue roams your mouth. You pull away a little bit and go back to standing up with your arms crossed as you scan his body.

“I gotta admit,” He leans forwards and places his hand on your hip and draws you in to stand inbetween his legs. “Tu te ves hermosa mami.” (You look beautiful, Mami) which causes you to smirk and chuckle.

“Then I’ll have to admit,” You place your hands on his bare toned shoulders as you lean down and peck his lips. “I dig you in the suit.”

You two stay like that for awhile as you rub his neck and he squeezes your hip every now and then. An idea comes into your head.

“Why don’t we make a deal?” You ask him.

“What is it, mami?” He asks you which causes your stomach to flip.

“If you stop messing with me as Spider-Woman I’ll make sure you won’t get caught by the cops.” You proposed and Miles raised an eyebrow in interest. “I have connections and have a little,” You raise your hand up away from Miles’ neck and your hand begins to emit yellow electric sparks and glitches. “advantage when it comes to hacking.”

Miles looks up at you with a smirk and he guides your hips down to lower you to his level.

“You have a deal, mami.”

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[luverboychris]

𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑺𝑨𝑻 𝑷𝑻. 1 | 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

IN WHICH.. the boy your older sister used to babysit for when he was a little kid is now all grown up— and you are too. never been touched before except for his own two hands until you finally show him what pleasure really feels like. but, don’t you dare think he’s not dirty minded…

sub!chris x fem reader, fluff aw!!!, losing virginity, riding

note: im such a slut for shy chris like pls bby come here & relax. also this is part 1 because trust this story be juicy asf.

— 3.2k words

chris has always been the quiet kid. sitting in the back of the class, knowing the answer but too scared to raise his hand. feeling the sweat forming on his forehead ready to drip down due to worrying if the teacher is going to call on him.

he thought maybe as he got older, grew more mature, he would finally get out of it. perhaps it was a phase. but he was now twenty.. and still the same shy kid from middle school.

he just didn’t get it. he knew his thoughts had so much potential to show his true personality and colors but it was like he had a wall that stopped them from spilling out.

chris drives into the walgreens parking lot, finding the nearest open spot. he gets out of the car and walks inside. he was in desperate need of a refill of his anxiety medication and he was rushing.

but just when the pharmacy was making his prescription, he wanders through the aisles of the store and grabs a snack and of course, a pepsi. chris isn't chris without a pepsi in his hand. he shuts the fridge door and turns his head, seeing a girl.

but he thought she looked familiar, squinting his eyes a tad thinking that would zoom in his vision. she turns her head a little more and thats when he realizes he does know her.

it was his old babysitter, how could he forget? she turns her head back and starts walking out of the aisle he was in.

“w-wait!” he shouts. her hair flips back, snapping her head towards the shouting boy.

“oh my- what the?! chris?” she exclaims. she makes her way towards him as he does nothing but stand in the same spot and smile.

“you’re all grown up, i’m freaking out right now.” your sister says. she pulls him in a hug and he lets her. he appreciated your sister so much. not having a sister of his own yet he felt like she was his big sister in a way.

she always helped him. wether it was when she would pick him up from school and he was covered in bruises from getting beaten up by the kids in his class. or, always reassuring him that everything will be okay in the end. he truly admired her.

but another thing that chris absolutely loved about her, was her little sister that was in his class at the time. and that was you. you were nothing but sweet to him. you hated how people treated him in middle school.

after middle school, you guys went your separate ways since he went to a private school, and you didn’t see him since.

when he saw your big sister, he instantly had you in mind. wondering what you were doing in life, what you look like now, if you still have the same interests as you did in middle school. and the most he was thinking about.. how your love life was.

of course his was non-existent. and he was kind of okay with it, he learned to accept it. girls never looked his way, and no way in hell would he make the first move.

you obviously didn’t know of this, but chris had the utter most biggest crush on you throughout middle school. he basically thought you were an angel sent from heaven to protect him.

chris scratches the back of his neck, “so, uh hows y/n?” he asks. he was in shock he had the balls to even ask that— but he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he walked out of the store without knowing.

your sister laughs, “she’s good! really good..” she says, “well except for the fact she just got out of a long relationship. fuck that guy, he was an asshole.” she adds. chris lets out a little laugh, your sister always overshared and he liked it.

turns out it was one of the boys that used to bully chris. fuck, did he hate that guy. and no wonder you guys didn’t end up working out, you needed a sweet boy— he thought to himself.

“she’s going to be very happy when i tell her i ran into you!” she says, “would you want her number? maybe catch up. i’m sure she would love that chris.”

his eyes widened, without making it seem like he was a nervous wreck after those words came out of your sister’s mouth. with everything in him, he wanted your number.. but he was scared. what would he say to you? would you respond? what if you block him after he presses send to the first text?

“c’mon chris.. she will love to hear from you. just say yes.” she giggles. your sister knew chris too well, always was able to read him like a book. he swore she was some type of mind reader.

“i, uh.. okay. please. yes, can i have her number?” he practically begs. she nods her head and grabs her phone, giving chris your contact. he thanks her and pulls her into a hug before saying goodbye.

but now he was home.. laying in his bed with his face up towards the ceiling. his phone right by the side of him. it was like his phone was taunting him and calling him names for being an absolute pussy. calling him out for not just turning his damn phone on and texting you already.

thoughts rolling around in his head. should he do it now? or is it too soon since he basically just got back home from catching into your sister.

should he do it later? like late at night? but no, it would look like he is hitting you up in a sexual way if its too late. he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

he lets out a big sigh. finally forcing himself to overcome his anxious thoughts and concerns as he lifts his phone up to his face. should he call you instead of text? he would be a stuttering mess if he called you— he thought to himself. but something in him did it anyway.

his hands begin to feel sweaty, the grip on his phone tightening as he presses the tip of his finger on his screen and tapping on your number.

the sound of the phone dialing, which felt like centuries for chris started to make him worry. what if you don't answer because a random fucking number is calling you? please.. please answer. —he thought to himself.

"hello..?" your voice so soft and delicate, with confusion laced in your vocals. even though chris hasn't heard your voice in years, he still instantly just felt at ease. he closes his eyes and smiles to himself.

"h-hi.." he clears his throat and tries again, "hey y/n, it's chris... sturniolo." he quitely slaps his forehead, feeling like he sounds like an absolute nerd.

"oh my go- chris? my sister was just texting me how she bumped into you at the store. damn i kind of regret not going with her now." you say. that sentence alone was enough for his cheeks to flush up in color.

he let out a nervous laugh that bounced through his speaker to your ear. "really?" he mumbles, "anyway, how are you? it's been a while, and oh.. i am sorry to hear about your breakup.." he adds.

"what the fuck? my sister told you about that? i'm going to fucking kill her i swear.. always telling people my buisness." you groan, "but, thank you chris that means a lot." he fidgets in place, knowing he shouldn't have said that to you.

"i, uh sorry.. that's my fault." he mutters.

you drag your fingers across the desk in your bedroom, holding the phone against your ear with your free hand. "hahah, no chris. i was kidding.. kind of. it's okay, that's on her not you." you catch yourself basically blabbering and you feel awkward.

"you know.. i love that you called me but i feel like we have so much to catch up on in eachother's lives." you say, "why don't you come over instead of talking back and fourth on the phone? it'd be nice to see you all grown up too." you add.

chris sits on the edge of his bed now, his hand covering his mouth to not make a single sound because fuck how much your words felt like flirting to him. even if those weren't your intentions, he loved you were at least making an effort to see him in person.

"t-that, that sounds nice yeah." he replies, "i'm free all night."

"you're in luck mr. sturniolo because i also am free all night. come to my apartment?" you ask. he takes a big gulp. he thought you would maybe ask to go to the mall, or go get ice cream. but, going over to your apartment? alone.. he was scared but no way he was letting this offer down.

"y-you sure?" he asks. he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but you were far from it. you were actually excited.

"of course. why don't you come around ten-ish, huh? i'll give you my address. i'll see you then." you reply. chris gets up from his bed, looking at himself in the mirror and catches himself with the most child like grin.

he repeats your words, "see you then." and you hang up the phone. it took him a few moments until he actually removed his phone from his ear. fuck.. was he so happy. he didn't know him picking up his anxiety medication a little later than usual would end up with him being able to see you.

—that night, at your place

chris didn't feel like this was real, standing outside your door with flowers in his hand. a rush of nerves squirm throughout his body as he builds the encouragement to bring his knuckles against your apartment door.

he knocks, and he hears you rummaging on the other side of the door walking towards your entrance. you snap the door open, you look down to the floor straight up to him meeting up with his eyes.

you were not expecting him to look that cute.. yes, he was always an adorable boy in your class but now he was tall, his jawline clenched and just his whole appearance together was insanely attractive.

you lower your gaze to meet with the flowers in his hand, "flowers?" you say, "what is this? a date chris?" you laugh.

his face immediately goes red, "n-no, i, no i know this isn't a date." he replys rather quickly, "my mom just always says to bring a girl flowers.. i'm sorry."

you pull him into your apartment, "aw no chris, don't worry. i was only kidding. i love these flowers and that's very thoughtful." you almost forgot how you needed to tone it down a little with the jokes because he was a sensitive boy. "they are beautiful." you take them from his hands and walk towards your kitchen counter and gently putting them down.

you were so caught up in the flowers, while chris was doing nothing but admiring you. he always thought you were the most beautiful girl in middle school, but how did you grow up to be even more perfect in his eyes? it made him stunned.

you weren't wearing anything fancy though, just lounge wear with your hair pulled up. he stands still, staying in the exact spot you made him go in the first place. which was right by your apartment door. you turn around from the kitchen to him, "don't be shy chris. you can walk around." you say.

he snaps back, realizing he was just thinking about how good you looked without any dash of effort. he clears his throat, "right.. sorry." he says as he walks towards your couch.

"chris you know.. you don't need to apologize after everything." you mutter.

he finally gets comfortable on the couch, "you're right sorry." he says. you walk to the couch, his eyes looking up at you while you're standing right above him giving him a 'really?' look.

"i-it’s a bad habit of mine.." he whispers. your heart shattered a little when he said that, he barely said it out loud but it was enough for you to hear.

you pout at him, now sitting next to him on your couch. "you're cute, you know that?" you say. you rest your face on your hand. he tried maintaining eye contact with you but after you just threw that compliment in the air, there was no way he could.

he swallowed, "i'm cute?" he mumbles. you inch yourself just a little closer to him, now your thighs touching each other.

"oh you know you're cute." you say. he finally is brave enough to look at you now, but then looked down to your glossed lips.

"no i don't. i don't think i'm cute." he replies.

even though this was your first time seeing him in years, it already felt like you guys were back in the third period, lab partners and not paying attention to the lesson because you and chris would just talk, talk, talk.

you were always his partner in class, because no one else would. since nick and matt weren’t in the same classes.

"well you should." you snap back. you knew he needed the validation, and you didn't mind showering him with all the compliments in the world.

chris felt like he was doing a good job with keeping his composure, but he really was deteriorating on the inside. his heart rate going up through the roof and he felt a zoo of butterflies flying around in his stomach.

"i'll try my best to think that.." he mutters. you let out a giggle before unzipping your jacket completely, taking it off and letting your arms be exposed with the tank top you were wearing underneath.

"i'm sorry.. my apartment is so hot right now. i love summer but fuck am i dying of heat right now." you moan out, fanning yourself with your hand. he did everything in his power to keep his eyes focused on your face, and not let them wander to your body.

you stand up a little, your knees on the couch as you reach for the thermostat that's right next to you on the wall. you didn't even mean to, but you were completely bent over in front of chris and now he has failed. his eyes burning into your lower half. your shorts a little too short for his liking because the right amount of your ass was being revealed to him.

you were teasing the fuck out of him without even knowing it. you lower the temperature, going back to sitting right next to chris. "ahh, okay it'll get colder in here soon." you say. he just nods, trying his best not to replay the image of you bent down in front of him over and over in his head.

but his hormones didn't let him, resulting in his dick to grow underneath his boxers and shorts. fuck.. the last thing he wanted to happen was to get hard by you infront of you. he began to feel embarrased, making sure you wouldn't notice.

he looks down at his boner for a split second then back up to you, pulling his hands to cover his area in a nonchalant way. but no girl is stupid.. and they can always tell when a guy is trying to cover up a boner.

he readjusts himself on the couch as you guys are talking back and fourth about your life. you catch him fidgeting his legs, "chris.. are you okay?" you ask.

"wha-? oh, y-yeah. i'm fine." he says. here comes the stuttering.

"it doesn't look like you're fine." you reply. usually he would keep denying it, but he trusts you.

"if you want me to be honest.. and i'm sorry before i say this if it makes you uncomfortable.." he says, "i'm hard and i was trying to make sure you didn't see."

his hands part away, now letting you see his dick poking through his shorts. you feel yourself become warm, and it wasn't because your apartment was.

a brush of horniness absorbs into your skin as you keep looking down, him looking at you with innocent and guilty eyes.

"oh, uh it׳s okay.." you mumble out. he felt like you were disgusted by him, grabbing a hold on your arm.

"n-no fuck! i'm sorry, i really am. i didn't mean to make you grossed out i swear." he pleads. you look down at the grip he has on your arm and then look back at him.

"chris, seriously don't worry.. do you know how many times a girl gets wet from something and has no control over it? it's not your fault that for guys you can physically see when something riles you up." you say with all honestly. that relieved him, instantly making him feel better.

"besides, it's kind of hot." you blurt out. your words make his head snap back towards you, a wave of shock hitting him.

"wait uh, w-what?" he says. you shrug your shoulders, as you clench your thighs together.

"you got hard from thinking about me. it's hot. you have a problem with that?" you ask. he shakes his head ‘no’ so much, his head almost fell off.

"n-no. i don't have a problem with that." he says, "i just am not used to this. i haven't been alone in a room with a girl."

"chris what?! does that mean you're a virgin? wait.. have you even kissed a girl?" you ask. you know he was shy and innocent.. but not that innocent.

his face turns red, attempting to cover his face with his right hand. "yes, im a virgin. and no i haven’t kissed anyone.." he mumbles into his hand.

his pureness was honestly attractive to you.

"wow." you say, "but have you atleast touched yourself?"

the truth was, he touched himself a little too much. the amount of times he has watched porn and jerked off was an unhealthy amount. or even just using his imagination. and, there was no way he was going to admit to you that you have crossed his mind while he was stroking himself.. picturing what you looked like all grown up.

and you fit his description perfectly, as you were now sitting right next to him.

"yeah, i have.." he mumbles, "hey listen.. just because i'm a prude doesn't mean i don't have a d-dirty mind." he adds. you raise your eyebrows at him, shocked that he said that to you.

"dirty mind? i don't believe you chris." you smirk. he didn't even know he slipped that out, his breathing becoming uneven.

"yeah." he says, "i know when the time comes, i will make my girl feel really good." suddenly confidence was rushing through his veins. and it was making you bite your lip at him.

"oh yeah? you will make your girl feel good? i don't know.. i can't believe that." you reply, teasing him.

"i swear!" he softly yells out. you were trying not to get wet at the sneaky plan you were thinking in your head.

"care to prove it?" you snap back. and that's when his confidence that was building up inside him disappears. his palms are sweaty again and his cock was just growing by the second.

“mhm..” he says with a shaky tone.

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okay this is lowk long and i want the smut to be in part 2 or else this will be as long as a harry potter novel ong. hope u enjoyed it i love u guys so much?! like thank you for reading my other story, i cant believe it hit 100 likes im stunned. here are tags of people who i wanna marry so badly bruh

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[morganbritton132]

Eddie decides that he wants to do a whole Day in the Life of a Middle School Math Teacher thing when Steve gets the go-ahead that Eddie can come talk to his class. Steve thinks that’s dumb because it’s not like he has an interesting life.

The first video in the series starts the night before. Eddie is filming Steve while they get ready for bed (mostly removing the five hundred pillows Steve insists they need

on their bed) while he warns Eddie that these kids are not like The Party. Middle school kids have not developed empathy yet and they’re mean in like, an accurate way. It’s like having 16 to 22 Erica Sinclairs every class period.

It then cuts to the morning where Steve is lecturing Eddie on the do’s and don’t’s. DO encourage students to find safe creative outputs to express themselves. DO talk about your struggles in school and how you overcame them. DON’T tell them about the illegal shit we used to do. DON’T antagonize student athletes and, for the love of god, DON’T climb on the tables. This lecture spans every room in their house as they both get ready.

The second video is filmed inside of seventh grade English teacher, Mrs Casal’s Honda Civic. Steve doesn’t drive anymore and Eddie insisted on joining his teacher carpool, a decision he has come to regret and Patty Casal drives like she wants them all to die. He’s squeezed in the back between Ozzy and another teacher that keeps fussing with his jacket collar.

The whole video is just zoomed in on Eddie’s face while you can hear four middle school teachers telling the most batshit insane stories you’ve ever head. The caption is: Why am I having RV flashbacks?

The third Tiktok is just Eddie filming Steve reviewing the last test with the students before Eddie’s Q&A. The text overlay says, “Why is this so hot?” Hot for Teacher is playing.

Eddie doesn’t actually film his little Q&As with Steve’s classes because it feels weird to film kids he doesn’t know, but a lot of the students do so videos go up on Tiktok of Eddie answering each question sincerely while still maintaining his usual chaotic Eddie charm. A student called his music old and Eddie flipped backwards off his chair, grabbing his chest, “You wound me! Rock n Roll never gets old and it never dies!”

He does talk about the hurtles he had to jump to get into the music industry, how his uncle bought him his first guitar and that he had to teach himself because they couldn’t afford lessons. He talked about school and his three repeats of senior year. He talked about how Dustin and Nancy sat down with him and worked out a way to teach him that actually worked. One student asked why he was with a math teacher when he could be married to a celebrity and Eddie tells them, “Don’t let the dorky sweater fool you. Mr H, over there is a total bad A S S. Coolest guy I’ve ever met. He’s saved my life.”

Someone does try to ask about the murder allegations but Steve shuts that down so fast no one dares to try again. It gives Eddie the worst case of heart eyes ever seen by man.

Steve’s class before lunch asks Eddie if he wants to eat with them and he says of course. It’s only by good fortune that one of the students catch on video Steve calling ‘Mr Munson’ back to his desk and then tells Eddie that if he climbs on a table, Steve will give him detention.

Eddie does, in fact, stand on the tables. He gives a big dramatic lecture about forced conformity but instead of talking about jocks and basketball, he talks about instagram and Tiktok and how it’s constantly hounding kids into looking a certain way, acting a certain way, and it’s destroying creativity. And that’s what’s killing the kid’s.

And Steve does, in fact, walk into the cafeteria mid-way through this speech. He lets him get through the important bits before calling out for Edward Munson to get off the table.

Someone post this whole speech on Tiktok and Eddie duets the video from detention because Steve was not kidding.

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#Eddie after Mrs Casal hits a curb on the carpool home: Babe you know we could get you a driver #Steve who taught Robin to drive and regularly gets driven by her: what are you talking about? #I think Eddie would take offense to people saying you shouldn’t do stuff because it’s ‘cringe’ and how originality is just cut out of #everything now in order to get popular on social media #like Eddie likes posting to Tiktok but he’s not blind to the negative impact it has #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson tiktok saga

[flowerxbunnie]

Star Crossed

Chris x Fem reader

Warnings: angst, cheating/breakup, underage drinking, scene involving cigarettes

“Fuck you Garrett, like actually.” I spat, gripping at the handle of his jeep and threatening to leave.

“What is your problem? You never told me that it wasn’t okay. She’s literally Tristan’s cousin. And your best friend is a guy, I thought you would be okay with this.” he argued, his face plastered with confusion but his voice filled with anger.

“Don’t try to make me feel crazy,” I warned, turning back to face him and pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m okay with you having friends of the opposite gender. But I don’t care if it’s the Queen of England, since when is it okay to text other girls private details about our relationship?”

“I only do it when we’re in arguments and I need someone to vent to. She told me I could come to her when I was upset. It’s not like it’s an everyday thing.” He throws his hands up in frustration.

“Okay,” I let an angry chuckle out. “I’m gonna call up one of my girls’ cousins and tell him about this right quick then. See if he maybe has some advice for me.”

“That’s not the fucking same and you know it. He’d try to fuck you or god knows what else.” He scowled.

I stare into his eyes, blinking slowly, hoping the hypocrisy behind his words catches up to him. But it doesn’t.

“I just don’t get why you treat me like I’m some horrible boyfriend,” he starts, “I meet my best friend’s cousin at a bonfire, get her number and text her casually and you fly off the handle.”

“You text her about OUR RELATIONSHIP. When we’re at our worst. Why do you need advice from a random fucking girl who you barely know?” I snapped, my cheeks burning and my hands shaking. Tears threaten to spill over, something I hate about myself when I get angry. “Let’s not forget that you went through and liked every single one of her instagram pictures. Every single one. Was that a piece of the advice she gave you? To make your girlfriend look like a fucking idiot?” I fumed, his hands moving to grip the steering wheel with white knuckles. “And how do I know that’s all you talk about, hm? All the texts are deleted.”

His face remains blank as he grabs the gear-shifter and throws the jeep into reverse. His eyes flick up to the rear view and he backs out of our spot in the random shopping outlet’s parking lot, roughly shifting into drive a he pulls out and into the road.

“What the fuck are you doing, Garrett?” I grumble, watching the streetlights lining the road zoom past my window as he speeds down the highway.

“I’m taking you home. I’m not gonna stay with a crazy bitch who thinks she can micromanage my every move.” He spoke, his tone calm and his expression unwavering.

I take a deep breath. I’m done with the arguing.

“Okay.”

I close out of her instagram account, still trying to convince myself that my eyes are playing tricks on me as Garrett’s name is plastered under her newest scandalous photos. I toss my phone into the space between my bed and the wall, knowing it’s unhealthy to stalk her and mourn my relationship everyday. It’s been a week.

Somehow I’ve managed to drag myself to class everyday. The lessons don’t click in my brain this week, my notebook is empty and my pen is dry. I’m not even sure I have a voice anymore. I haven’t spoken to anyone unless I had to. None of my friends know what happened, I’m too embarrassed to come across as the crazy ex-girlfriend who got her heart broken because she can’t mind her own business.

Aside from class I’ve been lying down rotting for the past seven days, going back and forth on if I’m in the wrong or if I’m valid in my feelings. Garrett was right, my best friend is a guy, but I’ve known him since middle school. We know everything about each other, he’s like family. Garrett threw everything away for a girl he had just met, deleting text messages and completely failing to ever mention her name in conversation.

My body feels like it’s physically reacting, my muscles aching and my head throbbing. My mind races with questions.

How can someone who I poured so much of my love into take it and wring it down the drain?

How can I even feel angry? He just wanted a new friend.

Why did he like all of her pictures, even the first embarrassing one she ever posted in 2013?

Why are you so controlling?

Why didn’t he tell me?

Why do you care so much? It’s just Tristan’s cousin.

Is it bad for my boyfriend to like pictures of a girl in a hot tub?

I hear my phone vibrating, but I can’t even find the energy to move the comforter off of my body. I put a pillow over my ears and try to wish it away. I’m tired of the questions. I don’t want to explain why I’ve seemed down.

It keeps going off, vibrating against the wall over and over relentlessly. Huffing, I shove my hand down into the gap and dig for it, pulling it up and squinting as the screen beams light into my eyes.

“Party tonight at the same house as last week. Y/n please get off your lazy ass and come!!!”

“yeah y/n i need to see ur pretty face!”

“If Garrett gets mad tell him he can come too”

“its senior year pleaseee we don’t have many parties left :(“

My group chat is flooded with messages from my girl friends. I can’t even reply right now. Maybe getting out would be good for me, but I really want to sit in my two day old clothes and stuff my face with Oreos tonight. How dumb am I gonna look dancing alone?

My mind races for the next hour, contemplating whether going out will make me feel better or become a huge regret. Garrett and I never officially broke things off, we just haven’t talked in a week. What if he’s pining over it like I am? I can’t exactly just dance my feelings away with some random guy when I don’t even know the status of my relationship.

After a phone call from Sophie and a lot of convincing, I decide it would be best for me to get out tonight. I need the interaction, and maybe a couple drinks if someone was able to bum them from their college friends. I need to hear music, I need to speak with other humans. But I can’t go alone.

My phone hovers over Chris’s name, worried I might wake him up since it’s already late. I click it anyway, the dial tone only going off twice before I hear his voice on the other side.

“Y/n/n, what’s up!” he chirps.

I smile to myself, my best friend always cheering me up whether he knows it or not. “You know, the usual. Coming up with a blue print for a new and improved Golden Gate Bridge. You?”

“Fuck off,” he stifles his laughter. “I’m watching some show Nick and Matt told me about. For real though, what’s up?”

“Sophie is begging me to go to a party tonight. You down to be my plus one?” I question as I shuffle through my closet.

“Garrett didn’t wanna go?” he asks puzzled.

I take a moment and debate whether or not I want to tell him. I really don’t want to bring down the mood of the night. I’m supposed to be having fun.

“Nah, not tonight. He’s on some boys trip upstate.” I lie through my teeth.

“Sounds lame. I’ll be there, what time?” He asks and I hear rustling, presumably him getting up off the couch or his bed.

“Uhhhh like two hours….” I trail off, nervous it might be too short of notice.

“Alright, I’ll meet you at your house and we can walk together.”

“Perfect! Thank you Chrissy.” I feel tears well up in my eyes, actual happiness igniting, even if only a small spark, for the first time in a week.

“Don’t thank me, weirdo.” He laughs. “See ya dude.” The line goes silent.

I spend the next couple hours taking everything slow. I eat a meal, my first fulfilling one since that night. I wash my face, do my hair, throw on makeup to look and feel more alive. I decide on a maroon slip dress, silky and comfortable. As I’m saying my goodbyes to my parents and about to walk out the door, my phone vibrates in my hand.

“What color are you wearing?”

“Maroon!”

I smile as I text him back, knowing he’s gonna wear something to coordinate our looks. As cringe as it may be, that’s just Chris.

We meet exactly where we planned, the chill in the air causing us to walk shoulder to shoulder for any sort of warmth. We don’t talk much, but the silence is comfortable. We never felt the need to force something out of nothing. Nothing is everything with him.

We walk in and we’re immediately greeted by Sophie and a bunch of other people she’s been hanging around.

“Y/n!” She pulls me into a hug. “Where’s Garrett? Hey Chris!” She waves in his direction.

“Boys trip.” I shrug, going into as little detail as possible.

“Oh, well I’m SO glad you came. You haven’t been yourself the last few days.” She says while giving me a look of genuine concern.

“Class has been super stressful,” I lie. “But I’m so glad I came too!”

Chris smiles as he listens in on our conversation, waving at various people who greet him in passing.

He looks so handsome. He’s wearing a maroon sweater with a button up peeking out from underneath and some jeans that fall perfectly over his long legs. I’ve always been so jealous of his ability to throw anything together and make it an outfit, a good one at that.

“Chrissy I love your outfit,” I whisper in his ear, the music too loud to try to talk from a distance.

“Had to layer, it’s too cold for a ratty tshirt,” he jokes. “But I could say the same to you. You look gorgeous.” He smiles and bumps his shoulder against mine.

The night goes on and we drink, dance, take goofy photos in front of a prop wall, and talk to so many fucking people. I’ve went over my social meter for the night, but Chris looks like he’s having so much fun and I would never say anything to ruin that. He makes his way back over to me after a round of beer pong that he absolutely crushed everyone else at.

“I wanna get one more picture in front of the prop wall and then I think I’m gonna call it a night. Gonna walk to McDonalds if you wanna comeee..” he sing songs, giving me a pleading look.

“Thank fuck,” I laugh, relief washing over me. “I was done an hour ago. Just didn’t wanna take the experience away from you.”

“That’s crazy because I was also done an hour ago, but I thought you were having a good time.” He laughs, his nose scrunching up.

We walk over to the prop wall and find someone to snap a photo for us. I grab a pair of red heart glasses, he grabs a bow tie on a stick and holds it up to his neck.

“3.. 2.. 1… and cheese!” The girl slurs before the flash blinds us.

She tosses me my phone and we thank her before slipping out the door, thankfully going unnoticed by Sophie. We giggle and walk alongside each other on the sidewalk, the smell of dewy late night air flooding my nose. The streetlights carve out Chris’s cheekbones as he looks down at me, rambling about nothing and everything all at once. I listen intently, glad to have my mind on anything other than what it’s been rampant with recently.

“It’s fucking cold,” I complain as I cross my arms across my chest and rub some friction onto them.

“Here.” Chris quickly stops in his tracks and pulls his sweater off, his button up left behind. He tosses it my way and gives me a small smile.

It smells like him as I slip it over my head and bring the sleeves over my hands.

“Thank you.”

We make it to McDonald’s relatively quickly. Chris holds the door open for me and we order our food and find a booth to wait in. My feet ache and my hair just feels tangled.

“What a fucking night. I can’t wait to crash after this,” I sigh and lay my head on the table.

His hand comes down to rub my hair, a sweet gesture he loves to do. His love language has always been physical touch.

“Aww, I was hoping you’d hang out with me a little longer. I’ve got ideas!” He whines.

I look up at him with a raised eyebrow. You never know what this kid is going to come up with in the spur of the moment.

“Just wanted to walk around that nature park down the road. Seems spooooky at night.” He laughs and turns his head, standing up as the cashier calls out our number.

We laugh and eat, my mind completely free of any thoughts besides how much fun I’m having with Chris. Ever since we met in 6th grade art class he’s known how to keep a smile on my face. He’s the kind of person you can’t help but be drawn to. His laugh alone is infectious, filling up any room he’s in. He’s such an attentive friend, which is why I’m not surprised when his mood shifts and he starts to question me.

“So what’s been going on, Y/n/n?” He looks down at his fries and scoots them around.

Do we really need to do this right now? I’m prepared to sink back into my sadness once I’m alone. I don’t plan on telling anyone until I’m sure of where we stand myself.

“Uh, nothing really,” I mumble, taking a sip of my blue Powerade. “Just stressed from assignments and stuff I guess.”

“Not gonna fool me, kid. What’s up?” He looks me in the eye this time.

His blue eyes hold so much genuine concern. They flicker back and forth between my own and he blinks slowly awaiting my response.

“It’s Garrett.” I admit.

“What about him this time?” He huffs as his eyes harden, sitting back against his side of the booth with his arms across his chest.

“He… I don’t know. He crossed a boundary and I wasn’t comfortable with it,” I start, breaking eye contact and pushing my hair behind my ear. “And then he acted like I was out of line. He dropped me off at my house and I haven’t heard from him since.”

His gaze softens and he puts his elbows on the table, scooting closer to me with a knowing look. “I figured it had something to do with that. You know I can read you like a book. So is it over, or…?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t say, and I haven’t even tried to reach out.” I close my box of chicken nuggets as my appetite fizzles away.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. He fucking sucks.” He leaves it at that and gathers all our trash. “Let’s go.”

We walk to a nearby gas station in silence, the mood heavier this time. I wander around the snack aisle as he makes his purchase. I hear the bell on the door ring and look over as he holds it open and nods his head at me. The black bag swings lazily at his side as we walk to the park.

“What did you get?” I ask as we settle on a bench under a lamp post.

“Cigarettes. Oh and a lighter.” He says casually as he pulls them out of the bag.

“What the fuck,” I laugh, my eyes widening as I realize he’s serious. “Why?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, just figured we could try something new. You’re stressed and shit so I kinda just thought it would be nice, I don’t know.” He flicks his thumb across the lighter and the yellow flame illuminates his face before he blows it out.

“I mean.. I guess. I’m probably gonna cough super bad.” I laugh and straighten my legs in front of me, crossing my ankles.

“Eh, fuck it. I probably will too.” He laughs and rips the pack open.

He brings a cigarette between his lips and holds it there, cupping a hand around it to block the wind. His other hand comes up with the lighter and sparks it a couple times before he gets it to light. He holds the flame against the end and draws in a breath, the tip glowing red as it catches fire. He immediately pulls it away from his mouth and coughs loudly, standing up and holding his chest.

“What… the FUCK.” He says between heaving coughs, small puffs of smoke escaping his mouth each time.

I can’t help but laugh, throwing my hands over my mouth and taking in the sight in front of me. He shakes his head back and forth with his eyes closed, his brown waves flopping around. He extends his arm to me and squats down trying to take control over his breath again.

“Good fuckin’ luck.” He coughs out.

I lean forward and grab it between my fingers, his warm ones brushing mine in the process. He looks up and smiles before shaking his head in disgust again.

“So fucking dizzy.” He says as he sits down fully on the asphalt.

“Baby’s first nicotine buzz!” I joke, stopping my laughter quickly as he squints his eyes at me.

I bring the cigarette between my lips and drag on it, my lungs immediately filling with thick, rancid smelling smoke. I cough one big time and try to hold it in, puffing my cheeks out and attempting to hold my breath. My chest starts burning and my eyes are watering, and my body instinctively coughs over and over to try to clear my airway. I see Chris laughing through my blurry vision, smacking his knees and stomping a foot on the ground.

“Oh… my.. god.” I choke out, my head spinning and my fingers erupting with a static feeling.

“Yeah, shit’s no joke. How do people enjoy this?” He stands up and drags himself back over to the bench, reclaiming his spot beside me and grabbing the cigarette from me.

I cough on and off, still trying to rid my lungs of the contaminants. I throw my head back and my hair dangles off the backrest of the bench. Chris’s hand finds its way to me and strokes my hair softly and slowly. I bring my head back up and look at him, shaking my head with disappointment.

“Can’t believe you would do that to me.” I tease through a stifled smile.

“Just wanted to see what it was like..” he giggles and brings it back to his lips, the end glowing again as he takes a smaller puff.

He coughs once or twice as the smoke billows out of his mouth and dissipates into the foggy air around us. He looks at me with wide eyes. “Hey, that one wasn’t so bad!” He holds it back out to me, gesturing me to try again.

“Uhh.. I think I’m good. My lungs feel like they’re collapsing.” I push his hand back.

“You should try one more time..” he looks away in thought before snapping his head back. “What if we shotgun? I’ll take the brunt of the smoke and you can have whatever’s leftover. It’ll be less harsh that way.”

I’m sorry, but shotgunning a cigarette? First of all, that’s nasty. Does not sound appealing in the slightest. Secondly, I can’t fathom bringing my lips that close to Chris.

“Uhhh..” I trail off and shake my head slightly.

“Come onnnn Y/n/n!” He pouts, scooting closer to me on the bench. “I’m not gonna peer pressure you into it if you really don’t want to..” he says seriously.

“Fine. ONE more time.” I say and narrow my eyes at him.

He nods furiously and scoots even closer, our thighs touching and his cologne strong in the breeze. I can see every detail of his face under the light of the lamp post. His bushy but clean brows, his smile lines, his pink lips wet from obsessively licking them. His hair falls over his eyes as he brings the cigarette back into his mouth and takes a big drag. His eyes widen and he grabs my face in a rush, his warm hand against my cold cheek.

He pulls me close and our noses brush against each other. Time feels like it slows down to a crawl. I open my mouth and he does the same, our lips micrometers apart. His hot breath mixed with the smoke fan over my face as his eyes close, his long eyelashes fanning across his cheeks. I can feel heat in my cheeks that I’ve never felt around him.

He exhales as I inhale, the smoke that was once in his lungs filling my own. I take all that I can and he stays for what feels like a moment too long, his icy blue eyes opening to lock onto mine. I feel a weird pit in my stomach and the blood stills in my veins. Why am I feeling like this?

He pulls back and scans over my face, watching as I exhale and a comically small puff of smoke blows out.

“Well, that was lame.” He laughs and brushes his hair back.

“Yeah, little bit.” I agree flatly.

We sit in silence and finish the cigarette together, our lungs adjusting and my mind racing. I try to take my mind off the feeling of his thigh still brushing against mine, but the nicotine doesn’t have any effect at all. I thought these things are supposed to relieve stress.

Once we’ve burnt it to the end, he rubs the bud against the asphalt and flicks it away. It rolls until it hits the curb and we both sigh at the same time. We look at eachother and laugh at our ‘jinx’ moment, not knowing just how different we were feeling internally but thankful that we feel no pressure to be perfect when we were together.

“I’m so thankful to have a friend like you, Chrissy.” I smile and blow some warm air into my frozen hands.

He smiles lazily at me for a second, an almost sad look flashing across his eyes as his hand comes to lay on top of mine and stroke the back of it with his thumb. “Don’t know what I’d do without ya.”

•••

The morning sun comes out from hiding, her rays illuminating his brown hair on his pillow beside me. I watch his chest rising and falling steadily, a calming rhythm that could lull me back to sleep any day. Nothing makes me happier than waking up and feeling warmth on his side of the bed. I feel whole in his presence.

I look around at our bedroom and realize just how far we’ve come. We’ve both left the comfort of our parents homes and have made these four walls our own. Piece by piece we made a sanctuary like a bird collecting sticks and paper straw wrappers for its nest. I could go anywhere with him and build a nest. He makes everything okay.

I take my phone off the charger and scroll around aimlessly, hoping not to disturb his sleep, his pink lips hanging open and his eyes moving under his lids. I go through instagram and flip through recipes, gym videos, and dog compilations before I’m bored and close it out. I try Facebook and my distant older relatives have flooded my timeline with political garbage, so I close it out too. I open Snapchat and see a memory, smiling as I start to click through the photos and videos taken on this day from the previous years.

The first video plays, a snippet from last year of us in his car, lip syncing to one of our favorite songs. The next one is from the same night, a photo of him with his arm around me in front of the door to our then-new apartment. His eyes shimmered with happiness, mine mirroring his own with a huge smile plastered on my face.

I click again and watch as our past plays out on the screen in front of me. I can’t help but feel so thankful for the way everything worked out. So much would be different if the world hadn’t knitted us in the exact pattern it planned, one frayed thread and I wouldn’t be sitting in this room with the love of my life.

Click

My smile fades as I scan over the photo. I reminisce on the night, remembering everything as if it were a movie playing in my brain. They used to be some of the best times of my life. He made me so happy.

It’s strange how well you can know the inner workings of someone, sometimes more than your own. You know the temperature they like to drink their water, their favorite salad dressing, the commercials that make them cry. And you sit together and watch the commercials from time to time, because you know the end makes them smile again.

It’s strange how quickly it can all fizzle out, both of you existing in the world without a clue of who the person could be today. Here one minute and gone the next. I know he’s out there. He knows I’m out here. But who is he?

How different would my life had been if I did end up with him? Would I have had the same opportunities, the same zeal for life, would I be happier? Would it be my single biggest regret?

I wonder if he thinks about me and everything we went through together. I wonder if he remembers the angsty songs we played in his car late at night, or the scent of the air freshener I always bought for him when he ran out. Does he wonder what his life would be like with me, or has he moved on and found his own paper straw wrappers?

I know he was in love with me. I knew I loved him. But sometimes things are star-crossed and confusing and they hurt and there’s nothing we can do about it. Sometimes the right people come into your life at the wrong time. Do we pine about it forever, or do we let the world continue knitting while hoping the strings don’t fray?

I look over the photo once more, our shadows on the ground innocent and unaware of the future.

I look over and the boy beside me stretches his arms above him and takes in a deep breath before turning over to me, his brown waves a mess. He smiles from ear to ear and I can’t help but return it.

“Morning, baby.”

“Good morning, Garrett.”

a/n: i sobbed many times writing this im sorry if you like happy endings

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Hey hope you're doing well. I know it isn't a proper au yet but I was wondering if you could expand some more on the time travel au where Enid goes back to save Wednesday but something is wrong? Maybe we could see what is odd to her as it seems to be Wednesday who is acting different. The last post made it seem like Wednesday was slightly more affectionate with enid but enid didn't quite register it

Wednesday doesn't exactly touch enid! but she's definitely hovering around alot more, just a single easy grasp away

Yoko's been acting pretty weird too, a glint in her eyes when they all meet at the quad like usual. Which is.. huh?

wait a sec, have they all sat in the quad before?

Enid doesn't exactly.. remember

But the trio begin to walk to class with Enid chats up to her vampire friend, still stuck in the high of succeeding. So she's buzzing with excitement and giving a sheepish laugh when Wednesday grasps at her tie to fix it moments before they enter, scowling about what is up with you today?

Enid shrugs, a smile still on her face. "Can't a girl be happy?" she pouts and she blinks when Wednesday's face twitches.

Wednesday smooths the tie before tucking it into Enid's vest, not answering.

"She got you there, Addams," Yoko drawls before patting at the wolf's back. "we'll be here when class ends, nid!"

Enid stares, do they not have class together? "oh okay!" she gives a wave before entering. Not needing to look twice to see that it was a class about lycan history. Huh, no wonder they didn't have class together.

The class is loud like always and Enid zooms towards her seat in the middle. As she settles, the hairs on her skin rises and she looks up with a curious look.

A few students she doesn't remember loom over her. "Didn't expect you to come in so confident sinclair."

Enid's face scrunches at those words, her smile wilting for a moment at the toxicity. Was she going deaf or did that sound like a threat?

"Guess being the freak's bitch does that to someone huh?" another sneers and immediately Enid's lips dropped. "ofcourse being someone's pet would give you some backbone."

They cackle and Enid is left wondering why no one was saying a thing.

Did this-

What?

She was baffled, confused and quite frankly, bamboozled. The day was going so well and now she feels like she's in some kind of prank because there is no way someone would say this in school of all places.

"What did you just say?" She wonders, picking at her ear. No, surely she was hearing things. There was no way someone decided to be so brazen as to call Wednesday a freak. What were they, the normies of jericho?

"I called you the freak's bi-" Enid's hand shot out, tightly grasping their tie and bringing them close as she stood up. Her chair screeched and the class falls silent.

"say it again," she warns.

A teeth bared into a grin was their answer. "The freak's bitc-"

The sickening crunch of someone's nose was Enid's reply to that. A smile tugging at her lips as she lets go, watching as they stumble back with a string of curses. Blood pooled and spilled inbetween their fingers, it has Enid far too aware of her sharp teeth.

Her head throbbed.

Wednesday has called her thickheaded before but Enid's sure that Wednesday didn't expect her to see it as a good thing.

#finally #my unhinged enid au #because i remembered that this enid is fucking crazy #she had to sacrifice time to go back in time after all #au thoughts #wenclair #writing

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

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Honestly, there were days Iruma forgot that he wasn't from Hell. Of course, he'd often be reminded at the worst times that he wasn't. Take today, for example.

The day had started out great! A big breakfast, walking to school with Alice and Clara, attending his classes. Just his new daily routine since his arrival.

He was in the middle of talking with Lied and Soi when it happened. The three were talking about visiting the arcade again at the time. It was unexpected and there was no warning.

One minute they were excitedly talking about what games to play the next his friends voices came out as snarls and growls. Sounding like hungry wild animals. Iruma blinked startled.

"W-what? I didn't catch that?" He says confusion as clear as day in his blue eyes. It seems the two young demons also had problems understanding him from the perplexed looks he received back.

The warbled panicked sounds from his friends were confusing to make out and even writing didn't look right. What was going on? He could hear and read just fine a few minutes ago...

His eyes widen as he puts two and two together. Oh! He touches his throat and then his ears. What ever spell Sullivan had used on him before wasn't working anymore.

He needed to see the older demon right away before anything else happened. "I'll be right back guys! I have to go find grandpa real quick!"

Of course, he forgot that they couldn't understand him either at that point. Making it seem like he just ran off after speaking a bunch of gibberish. He zooms out of the room and down the hall.

At top speed, he rushes into the principles office. Managing to throw The chairdemon off guard. "Grandpa! Grandpa! Something is wrong!"

He waves his arms around frantically as he speaks. And while the demon can't understand his grandchild at the moment, he still finds the scene adorable. Iruma was just so cute!

The noises he made sounded like chirps and coos. A little frantic blue bird. That was a good way to describe it.

"Iruma, hold still. I can't understand you. The translation spell must have worn off." The tall demon looms over the tiny human as he reapplied the spell.

"^#&%<=<@$$ Grandpa, I can't understand anyone, and I don't think they can understand me either! What am I going to do??" Sullivan chuckles as he hears his grandsons words again.

"Iruma, it's fine. I just fixed it. You can understand me again, can't you?" This causes the teenager to pause, realizing that yes, the spell was working again.

"THANK YOU!" Iruma flings himself into the demons' arms happily. Sullivan laughs, holding him in a warm embrace.

"There, there, Iruma. Everything is fine now. There's nothing to worry about. Now we know there's a time limit. This is a good thing. Something we can manage."

He rubs the boys back. Truthfully, the spell was only designed to be temporary for when he occasionally visits the human world. He's surprised it lasted this long without wearing off.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma suzuki #lord sullivan #shax lied #soi purson

[evercries]

difficulty brought him into the picture ✧˖°

word count; 2581 status; uncompleted

﹙雨がもたらすもの﹚• What the rain brings. P1.

Moving to a new school wasn’t abnormal as your dad travelled a lot for his job, your mom on the other hand was probably lost in her how as you grabbed your clean black shoes you had scrubbed the night before, slipped them on before heading out the door. As soon as you stepped outside the front door, a gust of wind blew at you, causing you to wrap your body dramatically with your sweater. Walking towards the front gate, you walked to your bicycle, put your headphones on before climbing onto the bike and with that, your day had begun.

Once you arrived at your new school, a girl's school to be exact, you parked your bicycle in the nearby parking lot when you realized that there were two different schools connected to each other. On the left was a huge pink coloured school covered with white windows and grey doors, the other school was a white coloured school with dark windows, curtains covered against them with two large entrance doors. Students walked past you as you stood there, examining the two beautiful buildings that stood out from the whole community. Grabbing your bag from the basket located on the front of your bicycle, you headed towards the blue building only because you realized females were walking towards that building rather than the mixed genders going towards the white building. 

Minutes later you stood in front of a classroom, your home room teacher, Ms. Smith, got the attention of the classroom that echoed with girls whispering and gossiping. You just stood there nervously in front of the whiteboard, your hands finally reaching up and sliding your headphones off, a hand reaching out and gently rubbing your head, making your hair fluff a bit.

“Girls, can I have your attention, please?” Ms. Smith spoke as she hit the ruler in her hand against the table. Once the girls finally stopped talking, a few whispers were heard still, but their eyes were now focused on you. Ms. Smith realizing the silence informed the classroom of your existence, a transfer student. After she was done, she glanced over at you to introduce yourself.

“Oh.” You nervously spoke before continuing. “Hello, my name is Y/N, I hope we have a good semester together.” Even though you were coming in the middle of a semester. After your introduction, your home room teacher pointed to a seat in the middle row as your new spot, you nodded towards her as you walked to where your seat was. As you sat down, laid your bag on the ground, you lifted your head, meeting the eyes of the girls who were now your classmates. You could tell right away that this school was going to be easy, they were just students who had rich parents, not that yours weren’t rich, but you never used it as an excuse. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

The first class went, the second class soon finished, then finally lunchtime. You rested your head against the wall, the wall that created your classroom before you noticed the girls leaving the classroom, one of their arms wrapped around a more shy girl, or at least that’s what her expression looked like. Unbothered by the situation, you grabbed your headphones, slipped it on and continued your zooming out with music blasting through your headphones. A few minutes passed, and you were hungry, standing up and heading towards the cafeteria. 

When walking towards the cafeteria, you noticed something that made your eyes widened, the group of girls were pushing other girls to the ground, the girl on the ground sobbing as the girls continued to kick her. Were you going to ignore it, or would you get into trouble? You stood there, determining what choice you wanted to pick. Sighing as you rubbed your eyes, you walked towards where the other girls were, and that’s when the problem started.  𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

That day was the start of the constant harassment from the other girls in your classroom, they’d pick on you, make fun of you, put gum in your hair which you found immature for high school students, make sure you tripped, but you never retaliated against their abuse because you promised this school was going to be different until they pulled the final string. Sitting down in the toilet, you weren’t using it, but rather scrolling through your phone, viewing the stories on webtoon as you chewed on your sandwich. As you chewed, you felt water splashed on you. The slimy feeling soon made you glance down in the bathroom floor, where you noticed water. You glanced up to find a bucket that dripped with water. 

You threw the now wet and dirty sandwich into the trash, threw the bathroom door open to find four of your classmates giggling with another bucket in their hand. As they noticed you, one of them walked towards you to grab your hair, you slapped her hand away, grabbed her hair and pulled into it. The others surprised by your actions were about to attack when you let go of her hair and threw the girl towards the other three girls, making them collapse onto the ground. One of the girls quickly stood up, grabbed the bucket that laid on the ground, held it over her head, positioned it against the bathroom door and slammed it against the bucket before grabbing your now soaked in water phone as you stormed out the bathroom.

As you walked out, you could still feel the wet sensation all over your body, the water and nasty smell from your hair. You didn’t care where you were going, you just walked before you bumped into someone. Glancing back, you stared at the boy who you had bumped into and his friends. He had a dark expression on his face, his hair tied back into a bun with his bangs covering his face. He just stared at you before his friend who had, surprisingly, had white hair called out, “Suguru, come on, let’s go, I’m hungry!”

The girl who the white guy had his arm wrapped, elbowed his side. “Gojo, leave him alone. Let’s go.” She stared at you and the guy you assumed was suguru before speaking, “Geto, we’ll be in the cafeteria. Meet us when you’re done.”

Geto nodded, stared at you, probably waiting for an apology you weren’t going to give before turning around and walking with his friends as they headed towards the cafeteria area, that was huge, your cafeteria wasn’t as big. This thought made you completely snap out of your rage as you stared around where you were, this wasn’t your school. Cursing under your breath, you dashed towards the front door before heading next door to your school.

The minute you slid the classroom door open, the eyes of your teacher turned towards you before the rest of the class noticed your presence. You hurried over to your desk, sat down despite your cloaked uniform before placing your head down on your table due to the cold air that blew past you. Just like that, school ended, the sound of shuffling surrounding the room before you lifted your head up as your hands reached the ground to where your bag was normally placed, but there was nothing. When you felt nothing, you glanced down at your floor to find your bag not there, sighing loudly, you stood up and just walked out. Walking to your locker, you found your bag in front of it torn, the items that were inside were scattered around the locker area. You stared at the mess, your eyes eying everything as you calmly knelt down and picked your school supplies one by one before finally reaching your bag, despite the holes that were filled, you dropped the items in them and hoped for the best while you walked out of the building. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

The sky was beautiful as the mixture of clouds coloured in pink and orange filled the sky. You smiled at the scenery before heading to where your bike was parked to find the wheels all busted, the holes that were indented into the wheels as the wheels deflated in front of you. Grabbing onto the handles of your bike, placed your broken bag into the basket and walked slowly down the path that led to your house. It wasn’t all that bad, just children wanting to show dominance against each other when it didn’t matter. Lost in your thought, you walked past a tattoo shop, paused, turned your head around to face it completely before leaving your bike parked outside the store and walking inside. 

The sound of a bell was heard as you stopped foot into the tattoo shop, which caused the tattoo artist who sat down busy designing on someone’s arm to lift their head towards your direction. It was the same guy who you bumped into earlier today, his name was Geto or something. The air filled with silence as you held eye contact with Geto before you nervously backed away hoping to leave the shop through the same direction, but you accidentally bumped into something else that stood in the same pathway as the door, causing you to fall down, knocking down the boxes. Geto, with a cigarette in his hand, paused what he was doing, stood up from the chair, walked over to where you shamelessly laid, and knelt down in front of you with his hand extended.

Grabbing onto his extended hand, Geto pulled on your hand to pull you back up. As you stood up, you mumbled a thank you before glancing back at the mess you had created, turned back to Geto who still had that stern and emotionless expression on his face. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ll clean those up.” You said, your hands gesturing towards the boxes that laid down on the ground.

“Don’t bother.” Before walking back to where he sat, Geto inhaled his cigarette, causing smoke to rise from his mouth before grabbing the needle machine and continuing what he was doing. You stood there, shocked by his nonchalant response, but also his voice. Till now, you had never heard his talk, which was fair because you just met him, but his voice sounded exactly like what they’d describe as dark coffee. Despite its coldness and edgy sound, his voice was smooth, almost like a gentleman. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

Still dazed by his voice, you turned your attention to those boxes, kneeling over, you started cleaning the boxes, rearranging them and slowly examining the contents inside them. A few moments passed, and a hand touched your shoulder, causing you to shake a bit before realizing who it was, Geto. The smoke in his mouth was nowhere to be found, but you could still smell its presence before your eyes met Getos.

“Oh! Yeah, I cleaned these.” You proudly said as you referred to the boxes that were now clean and ready. 

“I can tell.” He said, his hand went up to his hair as he untied his hair causing it to flow down his face, held the hairband in the mouth against his teeth as his hands carefully wrapped his hair in a bun before he finally took the hairband that was in his mouth and used it to hold the tight bun he had created.

“Yeah.” Silence. “My name is Y/N, nice to meet you.” You said, extending your hands with a small smile on your face. Geto glanced at your hands, glanced up at you before a smirk appeared on the corner of his lips. 

“You do realize you have a unique smell, right?” 

“Huh?” Confused by the sudden comment, you grabbed onto a piece of your uniform before giving it a sniff, that smell was awful, it smelt like toilet water. Geto chuckled at your disgusted expression as you smelt your uniform before heading over to his station and cleaning up. 

You shuffled over to where he was, sat down on a chair and just watched his hand movements, the veins in his arms as he worked, that’s when you noticed his tattoos. He had a butterfly tattoo on the back of his neck, a lot of flower symbols on his arms, and some symbols you had never seen before. He must’ve noticed your weird smirk on your face because that’s when he paused, looked behind him, back at you, before asking, “What looks so good that you’re smiling like a creep, full offence.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“So you’re possessed?” This comment from his caused you to laugh, you weren’t sure if he was joking or not, especially when he said that with a straight face. He really was adorable.

“Oh, before I forget, sorry for the bump earlier today.” You said after the final laughter that escaped your lips, Geto was now finished with his cleanup as he sat down beside you, his head rested against the headrest of the chair. 

“You’re good.” He commented, his eyes glanced over at you. “Do I want to know what happened?”

“Do you want to know what happened?”

“The smell.”

“Definitely not, I find it extremely immature and unpleasant to be soaked with toilet water.”

Geto nodded, his eyes closing, this caught your attention as he looked peaceful while his eyes were closed. 

“Are you even allowed to have a tattoo shop?” The question came out so quickly that you stood there questioning your intentions. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

Geto made a mmmm noise, one eye opened before the other one finally opened. “It’s not mine, it’s a family business.” Standing up, he dusted his pants as another customer walked through the door. Geto didn’t glance at you once before attending to the customer. As you finally stood up some minutes later, Geto was now back to his smoking habits as he and the customer were deciding on what style they wanted. You saw this as an opportunity to get home before your mother started spam calling you. Speaking about spam calls, you patted your pockets trying to find your phone, but there was nothing. Anxiety soon ran through your body as you tucked your hands into the depths of your skirt pants, your uniform pocket, the pockets of your sweatpants that you wore under your skirt, but there was nothing. Walking quickly out of the store, you glanced at where you parked your bike, grabbed your torn bag and searched through it. There was nothing. Now snuggled against the wall with a hand against it, you felt lost, where had you lost your phone? Nothing was coming to find, which almost brought tears to your eyes because now you were lost. 

“Hey.” Called a voice behind you, glancing behind you, there was Geto standing with his hands inside the pocket of his apron, a cigarette in his mouth as he looked down at you, your distressed expression explaining everything he needed to know. 

“I misplaced my phone, I don’t know where it is, and my mother is going to kill me.” You said, meaning it literally and figuratively. An eyebrow was raised on his face, his hand rubbing his neck before taking out his own phone and holding it out. Now you are confused. 

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

Geto rolled his eyes, grabbed your hand and placed his phone in your hand before turning around. He glanced back once more before heading back inside the store, “To call, what else?”

♡ thank you for finishing part one.

there are some grammatical mistakes, it was a quick write. more are coming, for any spoilers, my discord is evercries. =^}

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru #satoru gojou #gojou x reader #getou x reader #🫐.jjk #yemdoll #romance #geto angst

[shock]

the topic of school gun violence is such a deep systemic issue and i can't lie and say there aren't some days I go to work at my school where I'm afraid something will happen. I have had to message my family to tell them I love them. I have sat in a locked room with children and planned for how ill get in the way if someone comes for them. The person you become when your kids in your school are threatened is a person you can't forget being, because you never forget how it feels to be ready to die any second to protect your kids.

Kids are really hurting right now. I work with middle schoolers. The last normal school year my 7th graders had was 4th grade. You transition into puberty and middle school from a screen, fearing for you life and watching your family die or get sick or lose jobs and housing and everything that makes life worth living...

you don't learn physical boundaries when you aren't on the playground learning real time how to treat people. You have an entire generation of kids that doesn't know the difference between playing and physical aggression. On a near daily basis I am teaching teenagers that they can kill their friends with the headlock they're putting them in, I'm seeing kids not know when to stop, there is no stopping, play fighting becomes real fighting because there is no other out except to finish it when you have no ability to self-regulate.

We had a circle of kids today talking about what the phrase "go touch some grass" meant to them. It's not a meme to kids this age. One of the kids said, "I didn't do anything. I was afraid to go outside. I thought I would get sick and die. I still get scared." Theu didn't see their closest friends for over 2 years. Social workers, counselors, teachers, childhood friends, no one was able to reach them for years. They didn't have cameras on, zoom is a trigger for kids, it's nothing like an online uni class, it's a graveyard.

You leave everything behind in 4th grade and spend the next three years of your life changing dramatically and seeing that change in everyone else from a screen. You can block anyone, you can ignore everything, you become numb to consequences that lead to better behavior and compassion we take for granted. Conflict resolution looks like blocking and never having to address it. These kids cannot fathom resolving a conflict with words. They can't even describe what emotions they're feeling, but they can feel the soul-deep frustration at not having that ability. They are trapped and powerless in a body that is bigger and stronger than it was in 4th grade with none of the tools to regulate anything. More than ever I see kids acting on impulse on a way that is beyond normal. I am seeing dissociative patterns in almost every student I meet. Most of them have taken all year to even understand why certain things make them do certain things.

This year alone I've been punched in the head, face, eyes, you name it by kids who can't see what's in front of them acting on blind rage that should never have to exist in an entire group of people, ive been recorded by kids i knew and talked to every day breaking up a fight like they didn't know who I was and it was a spectacle to watch because they can turn their brains off as a traumatic response to repeated exposure and to them this is how life is, I've been thrown to the ground & nearly hit by a car breaking up kids who took it into the street with intent to kill, had kids bleeding in my office from head wounds they got from accidentally hitting someone with a ball, ive put kids in ambulances, we've been on lockdown, we've had high schoolers break in and attack 12 year olds because they dont know how to solve conflicts without the highest extreme either, kids are hurting. They need so much help right now. Being a kid right now is a traumatic event. Not a single kid I work with is living in a non-traumatic event. It is happening all the time.

The pandemic has destroyed so much for everyone but to our kids the pandemic is their only measure of reality. The post-present-pandemic has created a generation of trauma and loss of education. Be here for our kids more than anything, our future is with them and they need so, so, so much love right now, and it's love they think they don't deserve, it's love that they're resistant to getting, they have no trust for any system or person or each other because every single thing has failed them. Their reality is trauma they are more powerless than anyone to change. They can see everything and only react. Being a kid is a traumatic event, please love these kids. They think that this world doesn't love them and they are so, so far away right now, but they're still able to come back. I'm seeing it real-time. These kids need to be reached before they can't come back, make the safety and love for kids a priority. Hope is being lost on them and their reality is a nightmare.

They won't be kind to you. They won't trust you. They won't let you in and they are in survival mode. And they still need you. They need to know where the bar should be for how they're treated and they need to know what they're worth now more than ever. They're worth the world and more.

[blacktobackmesa]

I'm BACK because sometimes I reread random fics in the streamman series and it gets me thinking about stuff shckzkcfn. Specifically it got me thinking about Gordon and Joshua. Do you have any thoughts or ideas about the two of them that you haven't been able to write about yet? I'd love to hear about them!

YES!! Yes I do! I haven't formally written Joshua yet partly bc I'm nervous and don't fully have his background figured out, but here's what I've got:

Josh is six years old and stays with Gordon on most weekends. He carries over a lot of the common fanon tropes you see borrowed from the WayneradioTV TTS Joshua-- he's an energetic child who is passionate about things like cowboys and eels, and can get loud when he's excited.

He stays with Gordon on most weekends, living with his other parent during the week. I... haven't committed to much about his other parent, including but not limited to their name and gender. It's something I need to hash out one of these days.

Gordon was never married to Joshua's other parent. They weren't even partners for very long, realizing very quickly that they wouldn't be very happy living together. Regardless, they're still friends, and being Joshie's co-parents works better for them than being a couple.

I'm ALWAYS flip-flopping on the exact scenario where Gordon first introduces his son to the Science Team, but I have a few solid details. They meet and get to know each other by all playing a game together. Probably Fall Guys-- this would be in late summer/early fall of 2020, all the kids were playing games with funny bean shaped guys and Gordon felt weird about having the introduction in Among Us. That's not how you build trust.

Consequently, the Science Team's collective mental image of Gordon's son is a Fall Guy in a cowboy hat.

"He has your eyes, Gordon!"

Actually I have one funny scenario I've been leaning towards-- Gordon streams Fall Guys for his channel one night and in the middle of a round, spots the user FRUITSALADCOWBOY and drops everything to get the player's attention. It's all totally silent in-game pantomime, mostly jumping and stuff, and then the player disconnects. The team AND the twitch chat are completely baffled as to what just happened, but after the round he goes on BRB to tell just his friends "Yeah I didn't want to expose him onstream, but Joshie KNOWS his bedtime was two hours ago and he has school tomorrow. Well, y'know, Zoom classes, but still. I'm gonna send him a text-- he's not in trouble, but only as long as he goes back to bed."

"...WHAT?"

#gordon streamman #joshua freeman #hlvrai joshua #much like gordon his last name isn't freeman #but i haven't posted the fic that reveals gordon's true name yet so ;)

[irlnumbuh3]

middle school sector v headcanons :P

- kuki forces everyone to go to every single school event :’) the dances, the field trips, everything.

- do they act annoyed? maybe. but do they end up having the most fun? maybe they have the best time

- hoagie likes to vlog for some reason LMFAOO he finds an old video camera in his garage and takes it everywhere with him

- they can be in class or at lunch or in the middle of exams, and he’ll take it out and zoom in on everyone

- he sneaks up on them and scares them for a reaction. one time wally knocked the camera out of his hands bc he was so scared and embarrassed LOOL

- it broke :( and he was sad even though he was able to save all the content on it

- so the group saved up some money to surprise him with a new and more modern one

(wally stole lunch money. abby and nigel would make dnd bets and win. kuki went around selling jewelry)

- he was the happiest boy ever :D

- abby still helps wally with his homework :)

- on the days she can’t, someone else will help and take her place. the group rotates

- kuki always forgets her locker combination or forgets which way to rotate it, causing the others to remember it and help her unlock it almost everyday😭<3

- even wally scribbled it down on his notebook to remember so when he gets the chance to, he can help her

- speaking of lockers, kuki will sneak notes or doodles into everyone’s lockers through the little gaps

- hoagie joins in and will try to sneak funny sticky notes into her locker with obscure drawings and jokes

- kuki knows about his crush on abby and convinces him to do something…

- he starts sneaking notes into abby’s locker

- they’re cheesy all of the time. and they’re anonymous because he’s still a wimp

- does this flatter abby? maybe. she looks forward to them every day even though they’re anonymous

- she doesn’t even tell the group about the little notes left for her because maybe they make her blush and maybe she wants to keep that to herself

- but kuki knows the truth fr

- nigel is student council president don’t even fight w me on this one

- they all help him prepare because he’s so picky about these things

- they all even make little posters to put around school “vote 4 nigel!”

- because he’s president, the group all gets an inside scoop in school events/rules

- he acts annoyed because he’s supposed to be “responsible” and the group shouldn’t even know about certain things

- but he still tells them because at the end of the day, he gets excited about it. he likes hearing wally try to argue that as president, he should ban homework weekly LOL

- kuki is a theatre girl. always auditioning for every shop, concert, and event

- hoagie will join her time to time. they do shows together :)

- nigel and abby are stage crew/tech for the show

- they pressure wally into doing it with them a few times. he thinks it’s stupid

- well he thinks it’s stupid until he gets to watch kuki perform from the sidelines

- he misses his cues bc of this LMFAOO

- he also thinks the all black apparel in stage crew is badass 😭😭

- yeah this kind of pushes him into his grunge phase in highschool

- he’ll steal props and things backstage because he thinks it’s funny

- nigel catches him and is like wtf i’m president put that back

- he doesn’t. abby just laughs

- she’ll even join wally in the antics just to annoy nigel

- one time in the middle of a scene, u can hear all of them running around and yelling backstage

- that might have been the end of their stage crew era LMAO

#cknd #knd #codename kids next door #kids next door #gknd #galactic knd #galactic kids next door #sector v #nigel uno #numbuh 1 #hoagie gilligan #numbuh 2 #kuki sanban #numbuh 3 #wallabee beetles #numbuh 4 #abby lincoln #abigail lincoln #numbuh 5 #knd headcanons #cknd headcanons #codename kids next door hcs #codename kids next door headcanons #knd memes #knd au #knd hcs

[maria-eve-falcon]

THINGS I know about joe alwyn

birthday is 21 feb 1991 (international mother language day )

is a pisces

mom (elizabeth meakins )is a psychotherapist (she is a specialist in eating disorder)

dad (richard alwyn) is a director and was a lecturer in France for some years

height is 6'1 (controversial)

upbringing was upper middle class (they were posh posh)

he went to the same school as Dan Redcliff (city of london) but he was a year older/ younger

he had so long hair that his teach used to tell him to cut it

tom was born in 1989 , 24 aug (1 and some months apart from joe) tom works in as a social worker (tho he originally wanted to be a sports reporter ) he studied from Cambridge

pat in 22 feb , 2003 (literally 12 years apart from joe ) (not confirmed date of birth) (pat is 6'4 btw) (went to a public school unlike joe and tom whom both went to city of london (a more private school)

he is a very caring older brother

they had a family dog named flint (dunno about him now hence the past tense)

liz meakins used to write about them in her the independent column

liz has a book (she dedicated it to her fam) called what will you do with my story

great-grandson of william alwyn (3rd gen neppo but their dynamic with him is weird considering they are the great-grandchildren of olive pull (william's first wife , whom he left for his pupil (doreen) god knows when but william didn't have any children with doreen so..... still 3rd gen neppo)

his great uncle (paternal) nick alwyn was a cricketer

his great uncle (maternal) was bruce kent

his maternal family is part welsh

More dates here!

he was quite active during black lives matter and the george floyd murder and police brutality (the george floyd one is from 27 may 2020, the hashtag with the blackout pick is from june 2 , 2020) he also posted a donation link but I lost the receipts for it.

he was friends / (was together with) shared a dorm with lindsey russell from blue peter who alwyn once commented under his pic during billy lynn season . also there is an infamous article about themfrom a fellow friend of joe's (won't rule it out no nah)

his friends call themselves the frosty crew (they are a group of 6)

niceboy ed is one of his best friends

his best besties are jesse and elenor

one of his ex gf's first insta pic was joe (sorry won't name names)

unconfirmed sources say joe had a gf for 4 years from 15 to 19 years old (who btw was his first gf) . they broke up cause he went to Bristol (they were long term for a year before breaking up)

he's known as the party guy (when he is in the mood ob. like he's also a bit of an introvert)

he loves drinking and eating

he can play guitar

he can do hula hoops

he learnt fencing after watching the zorro movie

he had a fish named rainbow starr whom he found tragically after Christmas in their fridge when he was little

he had a turtle whom he'd call his best friend when he was little

he had platinum blonde hair as a child

he had clown training

his fav place is Cornwall where he's family'd go for vacations

He used to play rugby as a child but dislocated one of his shoulders during a game. Since then he played football mostly.

if zoomed and observed correctly , one can see Joe has a slightly crooked nose. A story is to come ig!

this was his cv:

more on joe from : @rarejoealwyn @joealwyndaily @joealwynspain

most of my source and an additional thanks to @bisluthq and @youareinlovees for being here at the greatest times and giving amazing contents

please feel free to share if you know more!

(i swear there are very important things I'm missing but I dunno why I'm having a brain lag and I'm super lazy soooo)

also ! pics!

rick alwyn

elizabeth meakins , tom alwyn, joe alwyn, pat alwyn :

rosemary meakins (his grandma, maternal), Bruce kent and George kent

#joe alwyn info #I swear I know more but this is just the basic #(actually I can't remember and I'm lazy) #joe alwyn #I must have more reciepts but I'm too lazy to find them rn

[yvesdot]

yves, if only theoretically wanted to break into publishing or lit mags, do you have recommendations or advice?

My primary advice is to get to know as many writers as you can, as well as you can, quickly. I’ve recommended joining Discord servers for this in the past and will do so again; the most active ones I’m in are Max's @goose-books server (I think you have to ask for an invite?), WTW, and writeblr garden. Participate in book events virtually and in person when you can. When you like someone's work, tell them! And mention that you're an author, too.

Disclaimer: I haven't made it into any paid magazines, largely because I find submitting and waiting for months at a time before working on edits exhausting, particularly in comparison to instant money on Patreon—so have that grain of salt at the ready! All I've done is publish the one book, twice, and release a substantial amount of short fiction on my own. People read it and liked it, and now I have lovely anons like you who seem to respect me enough to ask for industry advice. Thank you! Hope you like long posts.

The reason I say the above is that, in my experience, the entirety of publishing is just one big who-do-you-know. Utterly non-exhaustive list of ways "knowing people" has helped me in my writing career below.

I left a middling review on a trans author's book, and in the correspondence that followed we became friends. Rysz Merey went on to start tRaum Books, and because we were friends, we put out the Something's Not Right anniversary edition together.

When I was at my university, I was loudly opinionated about books and writing and art in all of my classes, and a professor's words about me in an email to an author they knew became the blurb for that same edition of Something's Not Right.

I read Tragic Accident (a flash piece originally rejected by an online magazine for, in my opinion, cisgender reasons) last night at Flash Fiction Forum, the heads of which I know personally because, after a high school internship, I was directed to a friend of theirs to volunteer at her writing camp. I sold a lot of copies of the original SNR to teens at that camp, and I've sold dozens of copies since by linking to the book in the Zoom chat and bringing physical copies to in-person readings.

Tragic Accident may have ultimately been rejected from the venue I sent it to, but I only had that venue on my list because my beloved friend Fer @asablehart posted in WTW a spreadsheet of places to submit. I still use that spreadsheet, filled with dozens of extra places I researched on my own, and pass it on to anyone who asks. Fer also read The Traveler Wife and gave extremely insightful feedback on it; we've since done tons of great critique4critiques together and they're still my go-to if I need wise words on a piece of writing.

When I held my event at Bookshop Santa Cruz, I marketed my ass off. I'd learned from my previous event at the Diversity Center in town and focused heavily on reaching out to individual people: posting in Discord servers, DMing everyone I knew, and telling everybody I met in December that by the way I would be reading at Bookshop Santa Cruz in January. I worked my job as an author and my book and my event into every conversation I had with a stranger that month. Everyone responded positively! People want to know what you're working on.

But at the end of the day, under a third of attendees were people I hadn't previously considered friends in some way. The majority of the people who came were family, friends, coworkers, friends-of-friends dragged along by someone I knew well, etc. One coworker couldn't come but invited their housemates, who bought books and left saying they would read Band Girls at home. One of the friends who came met me when we would ride the same bus every week to class, and I initially spoke to him because I fully thought he was a transgender woman (he turned out to just be an extremely fashionable individual). That guy helped code my website. Of the three people who interviewed me locally for promotion, two are people I'm friends with and one I cold-emailed due to his past work.

One of the major servers I used to invite people to both of my events is one I was only added to because I met a goth girl who invited me to her dorm to watch her inject E into her thigh and when I reported back on this to another transfem friend that friend instantly named her because they were in the server together and multiple people in it knew me from my creative writing efforts so everybody agreed to add me. I literally only had that space to network because I said "nice boots" to a girl whose special interest turned out to be DIY HRT at a protest party about the chancellor getting a raise.

Claire Oshetsky came to my event and I made a point of finally starting to read their book beforehand so I could honestly tell them it was cool when I signed their copy of Something's Not Right (it was cool, and everyone should read Chouette, and also Poor Deer, which I am on page 10 on and can already certify is fantastic). They were incredibly nice to me for no reason—well, because of those interviews I had, which led to them noticing another nonbinary author in the area—and ultimately reviewed SNR very positively on GoodReads. You can see what happened to the numbers afterwards. (I also sold a copy that day; when you sell roughly a copy of a book per week, you can absolutely make these connections directly.)

Tonight was Claire Oshetsky's event, so I showed up having read Chouette in full and asked a question during the Q&A and told them how cool their book was, and they invited me to a little post-event author dinner. (One of the authors introduced herself as "Karen" and described a prolific writing career very opaquely until her friend mentioned the name of her latest novel: Booth.) Everyone was incredibly nice and wanted to buy my book which was unfortunately sold out because of the aforementioned event, and a couple of people gave me email addresses so they could buy it later. I've been trying to meet local authors for over a year, and I met seven by accident because one of them came up to me to say it was nice to see Bookshop Santa Cruz had two nonbinary readers in a row.

Talking to David Sedaris at an event got me a job! He complimented my outfit, I said thank you I wore it for the interview with [x], and he did everything he could to help me network with the [x] people there. I was later told that my "chemistry" with Sedaris, among other things, helped me get the position. I would also find out that David specifically loves the last people in the signing line because they're the most patient; I happened to have waited until last because I wanted to have more time to talk to him.

I have emailed several authors with fanmail, and depending on how popular they are, I have gotten responses! I'm in a correspondence right now which netted me a behind-the-scenes look at an incredible draft, and thank you for reminding me because I need to respond and tell them how good it was.

Patreon is on pause right now, but I believe over half the subscribers are people I'm friends with in one way or another. I've tried nearly everything under the sun to advertise, and so far the only thing that's worked is "telling someone who has the disposable income."

The people who beta-read my latest release, Band Girls (18+), for me (which is the only reason it wasn't an unmitigated disaster) include my butch, who met me in a Locked Tomb server (naturally), a friend from a creative writing class in university who later became my housemate, and a good buddy of my butch's whom they rescued from the aforementioned TLT server. I literally didn't even notice that guy when we were in the server together and it turns out he's also a writer with a Giant Lesbian Women project who also wound up really liking Long Line (18+). Glories are all around you.

(Also, apparently my butch had that "how to write a blurb" post bookmarked and immediately recognized me, which is crazy. Imagine meeting some random author in a fandom server and they ask to see your [redacted] in DMs.)

Hell, my buddy Max Franciscovich read my book five years ago in the back of a car and had a transcendental nonbinary lesbian experience, and because he happened to be mutuals with a high school friend of mine, that friend sent me screenshots of him panicking about how he couldn't talk to me because I was too cool. I DMed him, and we are like each other's female husbands now. Undoubtedly we have each gained a substantive reader base from hyping each other's work at anyone in earshot. Maxserver, which I shouted out above, only has me in it because I know the darn guy. It's a lot more populous than yvescord in part because he is that much more active than I am, and can engage with other people's work more. I'm mooching off the labor of my best friend who pseudo-reached-out to me because I put a pronoun pin on a character's bag in the book I self-published in 2018.

Speaking of which: I self-published the original edition of Something's Not Right as a thank-you birthday gift to the Beta Reader. I seem to remember him reading my writing for the first time and saying something along the lines of "You do realize this is really good, right?" (I did not realize.) That was the first person to appreciate any of my original fiction, and it led to my entire career. We met on a class trip because he was the only person who would listen to me talk about Star Wars.

I try to never ingenuinely be nice to people. This is not particularly difficult, because I like people and give the benefit of the doubt to a pretty extreme fault. I will occasionally be nice out of politeness, but everyone I mentioned here is someone I genuinely like whose work is fantastic. It wasn't hard to honestly say I liked them and their writing.

I also recognize that much of this is kind of just me blathering about Ws with no actionable advice... but it might give you ideas for where to go or who to talk to about your writing. I also want you to feel just how much of writing is about "networking" in a way that is not cold and manipulative and moneyhungry but actually just involves being genuine friends with other people. I think the sheer quantity of evidence here is helpful to understand just how much you can do for yourself by talking to the people you like.

I also think it's good practice to own the fact that very little of my microcelebrity success has anything to do with how good my work is. I mean, sure, I think it's good, but this should make it clear that my greatest strength has been my perseverance and my friendliness.

(Also, obviously, I have the immense privilege to have gone to college, to live in California, to get to all these places and meet these people and work with them. I had the money in the bank to publish and promote a book. This is not a small factor. I'm hoping to do a full rundown of costs and efforts to promote Something's Not Right's anniversary edition sometime this year.)

I also don't think I'm particularly good at socializing—I have a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, a difficulty with meeting people's eyes, and a mild stutter when I talk too quickly (which is often). A lot of people find me annoying or insincere because I act like a sentient powder puff, and when I'm not jumping up and down and meowing at people instead of saying "on your right," I'm complaining about the most widely-beloved pieces of pop culture and making two-hour rant videos about video games I think insufficiently scrutinize the concept of the nuclear family. I say all this to head off any concerns that perhaps I am just secretly very suave and social; I love talking to people, but I don't believe this is the case.

If I can summarize: nearly every time I've had any success with my writing, it's been because I made an effort to be kind to people I respected and share my passion for books and writing. I hit upon enough privileges and lucky circumstances to get the right circle of people to make all of the above happen. I think you can do it, too! I wish you the best. Thanks for asking ^__^

#yves talks #yves talks writing #txt #Good Lord this evil wall of text. Hope somebody enjoyed?? #writeblr #writeblr advice #writing advice #asks #important writing updates #snr2 #something's not right

[babybluebanshee]

Stuff I've had to deal with as a city librarian - Halloween Spooktacular

Hello again boils, ghouls, and nonbinary werewolves! Your old buddy Blue has a backlog of whack-ass stories from her travels as a humble library clerk, so here's a big post fulla laughs, drama, and maybe a few bodily fluids tossed in for flair.

Seriously though, tw for bodily fluids, bugs, and PTSD

*A woman came up to the front desk and asked if we had a quiet area where she could make a zoom call and not disturb anyone. No prob, have people asking that all the time. The study rooms were all full, so she was pointed in the direction of the cafe. A few minutes go by, and suddenly everyone at the desk and the page in the shelves beyond it hears loud ass shouting coming from the cafe. Julie heads down to inspect, hoping it's not a fight she has to break up. Nope, as it turns out, the lady on the zoom call is leading an exercise class. She has a mat and everything, and was leading her class in aerobics when Julie got down there. We quickly moved her to a more out-of-the-way conference room.

*A children's board book was return to us with a bite taken out of it. The area was still wet. We do not know if it was child or beast that took the bite. We had to throw it away regardless.

*We had to bake almost all our DVD cases because we found two with bed bug eggs in them.

*A woman printed out some color pictures and asked if I could check to make sure they came out. I picked up the stack and the first one on top was of an angry-looking woman with her tits out. My surprise must have been pretty evident because the woman I was helping immediately turned red and told me they were for a court case.

*Like everywhere else in this god-forsaken country, homeschooling has been on the rise in these parts. As such, we get parents all the time coming in with printed copies of the curriculum they chose and asking if we have the books recommended by them. Whatever we don't have, we can usually get through inter library loan, but the catch with that is you can only have five going at a time. One day, we had a mother come in with a list of three hundred books her curriculum recommended, and she had us check out catalogue for all of them. Branson started helping her, but her shift ended in the middle of it, so I had to do the rest. It took forever, and we ended up only having about fifty of them because I guess this homeschooling curriculum hasn't been updated since the mid-2000s. To her credit, the mother was very exasperated with homeschooling in general and knows that her daughter doesn't want to do it anymore. Her husband is adamant that their kid not go to public school, however. I fought every urge to say that was fine for him to say when he clearly wasn't doing a goddamn thing to help her.

*There's a patron that comes in whom we know nothing about except that he's had multiple heart attacks and has massive anxiety about potentially having another. We know this because he tells us every time the library gets too loud for him, because he believes the noise will somehow "trigger" another heart attack. Normally, we would have no problem with that; heart attacks are scary, he has every right to be anxious about it and request quiet spots to hang out. However, the problem is that he takes it upon himself to police other patrons in the library who he thinks are being too loud near him. Some children were nearby, working on a puzzle and started getting a little rambunctious, and the dude yelled at the top of his voice for them to shut up and get away from him. We had to speak louder for a patron who was hard of hearing, and the death glare he gave us was chilling. He snaps at anyone who forgets to shut the sound off on their phone. The director finally had to tell him he can't harass patrons and to tell us if he has a problem with someone's volume. He's been better behaved since then, but any time we see him, we're instantly worried he's gonna flip out again.

*A little boy in a wheelchair came in with his family, and my god, that kid could zip around fast. His mom mentioned that she forgot to grab a book for his sister, so he rolled into the kid's area to grab it for her. He was back faster than a patron who could just walk in. And you could tell he was very proud of that fact.

*Shae gave me a Sylveon card about a year ago, and I wear it laminated on my lanyard (because I was originally gonna hang it from my rearview mirror but forgot). It's always a big hit with kids. One little girl, however, liked it so much she asked if she could have it. I chuckled and told her sorry, it was a gift from a friend. She merely replied, "no, I want it" and started making a grab for it. Luckily, she was on the other side of the counter and couldn't reach it, but it was still weird. Especially because her mother was right there and made no move to stop or reprimand her.

*My coworker Branson had to clean...something off the bathroom floor one night. She's adamant it wasn't poop, but also said it was so dried out she had to use a putty knife to scrape it off. Our best guess is vomit.

*I was working on a display at the desk and a little black girl came up to watch me work. We chatted for a little, her asking me all the usual little kid questions. Eventually, she asked me if I had kids. I said no, I liked being an auntie better. Plus, I wasn't married, so I couldn't have kids. She thought for a moment, then said "why don't you just buy one?" Branson was nearby and I heard her choke on a laugh. I was pretty close to losing it myself, and said, "I don't think it's very nice to buy a person." Luckily, her dad came up and they left shortly after, so Branson and I could finally laugh about it.

*A patron and his family got taken to court for not returning almost $200 worth of books and DVDS, after ignoring the four warnings we give people before we actually take that step (because at that point you're actively stealing city property). The patron was ordered by a judge to either bring the items to court or pay to replace them, so he brought them to the courthouse. The clerk was going to take them and the whole thing would have been over and done...except he wouldn't give them to her without a library employee present. He never gave a real reason except he was concerned the clerk would "do something" with the items. So without contacting the library or judge the clerk told him he could bring the books directly to the library. When the judge found out what she'd done, he called the library and told us what was happening, and to hopefully expect the guy in there that night. Predictably, we haven't seen him. This was almost a month ago.

*Branson got a phone call from the county jail, which is actually pretty common for libraries. Patrons get arrested and want to make sure their accounts are clear so they don't potentially get into further trouble with outstanding items. Branson goes through all the hold music and questions to finally get the patron on the line...and he'd dialed the wrong number. Branson felt so bad for him.

*A guy came in to use the computers. Donna was getting him set up, sitting at the desk, so she can only see him from about his torso up. He ended up needing help printing something, so I help him, and finally see the sidearm he's got in a holster on his belt. I tell him the library doesn't allow firearms of any kind, no, I do not care that he has a conceal carry, he can't have a weapon in a municipal building. He's kinda testy about it, asking why we don't have a sign. I tell him we do. He had to walk by it to get in the building. In fact, we have one at all three entrances. He smugly asks me to show him, because he didn't see them. Me, petty bitch that I am, make this fucker walk to all three entrances and show him each sign, then tell him as politely as I can to get rid of the gun before he comes back in. He huffily complies.

*I came into work one day and the director immediately called me to the back. He informed me that a couple was having a loud, angry argument on the patio outside the kid's area, and they called the cops for a wellness check because the woman sounded to be in legit distress. Like, rocking back and forth and screaming swears distress. Cop comes and presumably sends them on their way. We don't know for sure because he came, went out to talk to them, and just...left.

*A guy came in to pick up an inter library loan, and when Branson asked for his card, he said he didn't have one. Like, he wasn't a patron. Never mind how the hell he managed to get a fulfilled ILL without one. Branson informs him he has to get a card before he can check out the book, but it's going to cost him $15 since he lives outside city limits. He tries to pay with a check made out to him from someone else. We tell him that won't work. He leaves to get cash, but then immediately turns around and asks if he can just buy the book. I tell him no, since a) it's not our book to sell and b) we're not in the habit of selling books in the collection anyway. I ask if he'd like me to find it on Amazon for him, and he says no. He leaves and doesn't come back. Bonnie sent the ILL back, and we haven't seen him since.

*A lot of our patrons have conspiracy theory brain rot, so you can only imagine the fanciful tales we heard about the emergency test signal. There were theories it would "activate the nanites" in the covid vaccine and either kill everyone who got one or turn them into liberal zombies. My director had someone 100% seriously call it "the Satan signal". It would have been funny if it weren't so stupid.

#woe to the librarian #daily life with blue

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3: Despair episode 3

Thonks.

It hurts seeing Hajime so low.

You get so used to Hajime in the game who was definitely more upbeat.

Seeing him look down on himself is hard to watch.

Especially because we know where it goes.

Makes you wonder how many people with his mindset exist.

We saw a bit of that from Makoto but he always puts a positive spin on it.

Like my optimism is only thing I'm good at.

But Hajime was full of despair long before Hope's Peak found him.

And they zoomed to him like he were blood in the water.

God and the shot of him walking part the 77th class, the elites themselves as a nobody.

It's good, it hurts.

Well this girls blunt and rude.

Natsumi Kuzuryu.

Wait.

Waaait.

That's Fuyuhiko's little sister?!

... Oh no...

Well she definitely has his personality.

Maybe it's a family thing?

So she has the whole thing of because my family, namely Fuyuhiko is talented she must be by association.

Gonna get a rude awakening.

Wonder who freckle faced bitch is?

And now this girl, Sato has beef with Natsumi. I feel so bad for Hajime he's just sitting there while they insult each other.

Hurt her?

Ohhh Mahiru.

No yeah Chisa did say she had a friend in the Reserve Course that she went to middle school with.

That must be Sato.

And Sato was in the photography club in her last school, which is Mahiru's talent.

Makes sense.

Man Natsumi is bad, but man she's good at causing chaos.

Junko should've recruited her, but given her arcade game... Guessing something happened.

I'm suprised Mahiru is scared of Natsumi, they must have had quite the history.

Again, poor Hajime just sat here as they argue at his desk.

Definitely been in that situation.

"My sisters been crazy since the day they bought her home."

Damn Fuyuhiko.

I mean, he's not wrong. She makes old Fuyuhiko look calm and civilised.

Annd Peko and Fuyuhiko are doing the pretend they don't know each other thing.

And him warning her not to do anything.

.... That warning unfortunately didn't translate into the game.

Gotta wonder how much was based on reality.

Annnd ibuki found them.

Hajime and Chiaki gaming together. I like their friendship, Hajime desperately needs a friend.

Him asking if she'd still like games if she sucked at them.

Her saying yes because she truly loves the games she plays.

Man... Talent really us everything to those that don't have it.

And it makes sense why, especially being cut off from the main school.

Her using Chisa's words, she really is the best teacher. And for a while that gets through to Hajime.

It won't last.

But it's nice to see him smile and game without a care in the world.

And than stopping Sato from slapping Natsumi.

Unfortunately as nice of a sentiment as the people you know doesn't make you special.

It might not make you talented, but it sure can open doors.

Especially if your the daughter of the head of the Yakuza.

Also... Sato you erm... Need to chill a little.

A lot.

You need to chill a lot.

The thing is, Hajime and Natsumi are the same.

They're both stuck in the Reserve Course and want nothing more that to join the main school.

They want a talent so bad they would do anything for it.

Natsumi tries to use the rays of her brothers talent to make herself shine.

Hajime agrees to something that will ultimately destroy him, just for a talent.

If anyone knows how Natsumi feels is Hajime.

And even than he's trying to use what Chiaki told him.

It's so sad how much not having a talent grips people, tears them apart.

Because she doesn't have one, she's afraid Fuyuhiko will leave in her the dust.

I doubt he would.

But if you're not useful, if you're not the best than do you even deserve to be in his life?

It's cut throat, it hurts.

And feeds into why someone would agree to participate in the Kamakura project at all.

Police?

And there's tape corning off the entrance.

"Some kid got murdered I think."

"Yeah a straight up homicide."

Thank you NPC's.

... And that's how Natsumi dies.

Fuyuhiko having to identify his sisters body... Peko being pissed feeling like she failed.

Sato... If it was truly you, you're fucked man.

And Hajime loses someone he was just starting to get to know.

... Okay Natsumi wasn't the nicest person but fucking hell she just died... Don't say that shit.

... Sato.. Has issues.

Idk if it was Sato because I can't see her lying to Mahiru but she's still sus.

But it if it wasn't Sato, who was it?

And Sato just vanished and was found dead.

... Fuck...

WHO LET JUZO BE SCHOOL SECURITY?!

That man should not be anywhere near kids. And in a position of authority?

Fuck that.

Fucker, who just throws a kid on the ground.

Also I don't believe the story he's giving. I doubt he's telling the truth at all.

Also Hajime I get wanting to punch the shit out of Juzo.

But not the best idea to try to hit a staff member.

No matter how scummy they are.

Annnd especially when that guy is the ultimate boxer.

Man that's 2 protags this man has hit to the ground.

Someone hide the others.

...and he fucking spat on him?!

... Nevermind hit him again... With a truck.

I'm suprised Izuru allowed this guy to see daylight.

Juzo, you're nothing, so I dunno why you're on such a high horse.

You are a pathetic little bully and when you die I'm going to laugh.

Hell I'll cheer.

I don't think I've ever hated a character more than Juzo Sakakura.

Like Munakata I can get.

I can understand where he's coming from and why he has this mindset.

Granted I might have to get hit in the head first.

Several times.

But Juzo is literally just a bully, he's been a bully since day one. He's prejudiced, he thinks he's God's gift to the earth.

He abuses his position to beat a high schooler, fucking spat on him because he's not "an elite."

I have no idea how someone like Chisa befriended him.

And just, ugh. Fuck this guy.

The worst thing is, Hajime could've moved on. He could've accepted Chiaki's words.

Could have truly believed he didn't need a talent to mean something.

But it's asshole's like Juzo who literally beat it out of him.

That make him think he's nothing.

Hajime being picked wasn't an accident.

It was strategic.

Congratulations Juzo Sakakura you contributed to the creation of the man who's going to destroy us all.

Thank god Chisa stepped in.

Don't blame Hajime pushing away from her though, of course he can't trust them.

Her friend just beat him up.

Also "Dark side of Hope's Peak." Is people like you, you're literally contributing.

The project your investigating, you just gave them their test subject.

And he might not have even gone for it if it wasn't for asshole's like you.

You literally had to just not beat and berate a student, but that's to fucking hard for you.

Don't get me wrong I appreciate having a character like Juzo, I just hate him.

... No no you can argue with that logic.

I know it's dangerous for Hajime go be snooping about but that doesn't justify Juzo's actions at all.

You don't beat up students.

Asshole you don't know to be nice.

And the funny thing is by doing that you've just given him more reasons to go for the project.

And look how safe that was.

Wait are they arguing over Munakata?

... Really?...

Guys, raise your standards he looks like a wet mop.

Hajime saying he has somewhere to go and talking like Chiaki's never gonna see him again.

God... My heart hurts.

"I'm empty. But you can take something empty and fill it."

Parallel to Makoto saying that words can be hollow but you can fill them.

... Oh Hajime... You are worth so much and I'm sorry the world won't let you believe it.

#danganronpa 3: the end of hope's peak high school #hajime hinata #natsumi kuzuryu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #mahiru koizumi #peko pekoyama #chisa yukizome #juzo sakakura #chiaki nanami #Long post

[kudouusagi]

Free! Final Stroke (part 2) spoilers

Since they still haven't announced the new Free movies being licensed in the US, I made the trip to Mexico with @seakittens to watch the last movie this past weekend!! It was an adventure and I almost died from the heat but I guess it was worth it.... the things I do for anime, man.

It's taken me a while to recover and then type this up but I'm gonna try to write as much as I can think of so this will be long lol...

So of course, here come the SPOILERS!!

So, the movie starts Ikuya stuck under a bridge because it's raining. He's talking on the phone to Hiyori and telling him he'll be late to meet him at Maron because he didn't remember Kisumi telling him it would rain. Hiyori offers to bring him an umbrella but Ikuya says he'll just wait. When Ikuya hangs up he turns and sees Kinjou standing next to him. Kinjou apologies for being so mean to them and they talk about the tournament for a bit before Kinjou runs out into the rain.

When Kinjou leaves Sousuke shows up and tells Ikuya he isn't lost but Ikuya calls him out on it. They talk about how Ikuya has decided to go pro and the tournament in Sydney. Then Hiyori shows up with an umbrella for Ikuya.

Next we see all of the Mikoshiba siblings talking over zoom. Momo is talking about how he's going to beat Nitori at the Samezuka farewell race next week and become the next captain. Then they start talking about the Sydney tournament and they show flashbacks to the first part of final stroke.

Dried up youthful fame version:free starts playing and they show parts of Rin and Haru's fight from the end of the last movie. They added a new line of Haru saying that he wants to swim in the lane next to Rin at the next tournament. Haru sounds sadder than he did in the last movie, so things are slightly different than how they played out the first time but it still ends the same.

After the fight it slips into Still life goes on they and show more flashbacks and training...

After all that we then see Haruka as a baby with his grandma and she's showing him the water and videos of waterfalls and stuff. She comments that it's like he's loved by the water.

They show an interview with Haru like the video from the beginning of the first movie with interviews about Haru from the other team members. Haru talks about how he feels about swimming. They ask him about the relay and there's a flashback to when Haru and Rin were fighting in Elementary school and got held after class for fighting and the teacher tells them they need to talk about why they're angry or they'll never solve their problems. Makoto and Nagisa are watching from the hallway and Nagisa says that he hopes they make up and get along soon and Makoto pictures them as the Doppelganger rangers that Makoto mentioned all the way in episode 1. The rangers decide to stop fighting and join forces to beat the bad guy.

It then shows that Haru is watching this scene in a movie theater with his younger self in Albert's jersey sitting a few rows in front of him. It's quite an artistic shot I guess? It appears this is happening in Haru's dreams because they show him sleeping and talking in his sleep.

It then shows people talking about Haru quitting the swim club in middle school and Makoto chasing after him but unable to reach him. They show Rin saying he's quitting in middle school but they've got the adult voices (though acted to sound younger) rather than the original kid voices from season 1.

Haru's younger self in Albert's jersey is an asshole and says mean things and Haru keeps arguing with himself. They show flashbacks of season 1 while him and Rin were fighting and kid Haru tells him he's all alone.

They show Albert sitting alone in his room crying while thinking about Haru's swimming. Mikhail comments about how Albert's swimming is lonely and that makes it feel completely different from Haru's swimming. But that Haru's swimming is like Ryuuji's when he was younger.

Haruka wakes up and goes for a run early in the morning but he exhausts himself and crouches on the ground panting. Sousuke is driving by in his car and picks him up and takes him back to his place. Haru is just spacing out staring out the window and looks really pathetic. Sousuke tells him everyone is worried about him and asks if something happened between him and Rin. Sousuke tells him that him and Rin have fought a lot and hurt each other without realizing it but they've always made up so it will be okay between them too.

As soon as Haru gets out Natsuya is just THERE and I don't even know how he got there lol. I assume he hopped in as soon as Haru got out but I have no idea. Maybe he was secretly there the whole time. Natsuya comments how it's tough being a hero in reference to Haru.

Rin stands in front of the door to Mikhail's office talking to himself, practicing a speech to tell Mikhail about how he wants to know how to keep swimming 5-10 years into the future. To be a pro. To keep swimming with Haru. When he opens the door to the office Mikhail isn't there and he's disappointed but then Mikhail shows up behind him and apparently heard the whole thing anyway. Mikhail tells him it's decision and if he wants to do it he'll support him.

Next we see Asahi at the laundromat washing clothes and when he turns around he's startled to find Rin there. He didn't notice him at all. Rin is sitting there looking super depressed.

This image doesn't do it justice... there was a shot of him looking even more depressed lol.

Asahi tells Rin since he can swim butterfly so well he should have more confidence and Rin says he hasn't lost his confidence... or maybe he has. Maybe he was just expecting too much. Asahi tells him that he once had a time where he wasn't able to swim free anymore and he realized how important it was just just be able to swim normally. Rin tells him that Ikuya asked him what he wanted to do and Asahi tells Rin that anyone would ask him when they see him looking like that and Rin just wonders if Haru would ask.

Next we see the underclassmen joining the college teams. Rei and Nitori join Shimogami with Ikuya and Hiyori. Nagisa and a whole bunch of Samezuka guys join Naribusawa with Kinjou. The Samezuka guys comment that Kinjou reminds them of old Rin and that he seems scary. Nagisa just goes up to him and asks him if he can swim and stuff and acts all cheerful and Kinjou is kind to him so the Samezuka guys think he might be okay but Kinjou yells at them when they talk to him.

We then see Nitori, Rei, and Nagisa bowling. Rei of course sucks because he's just thinking about the theory on how to do it. Makoto shows up and they talk about how they all decided to keep swimming and Nagisa says it's because they actually really do love swimming. They ask about Haru but Makoto deflects and says that he's just busy getting ready for the next tournament. Nagisa tells him if he's worried about Haru he needs to tell him.

Haru is training with Ryuuji but he's exhausted. Ryuuji tells him to stop for the day but when Haru tries to walk away from the pool he collapses. Haru's legs twitch in a weird way and Ryuuji demands to know when that started but Haru says it doesn't hurt and that after swimming his hardest he just can't get any strength in them. Ryuuji tells him that he should stop swimming like that until he reaches the last 20m of the race and Haruka demands to know why. Ryuuji tells him that he's pushing too hard and that he's going to injure himself if he keeps going the way he is. He needs to take a year to build his body up. Haru complains that will be too late because Albert announced he was retiring after the next tournament and he won't be able to beat him at this rate.

Sousuke, Asahi, Ikuya, Hiyori, and Natsuya are all training with Makoto and Nao as their trainers. They're still worrying about Haru.

Haru is still overworking himself. Ryuuji catches him swimming hard and tells him he told him to stop swimming like that and forces him to stop swimming. We see Rin training and then he gets a call from Makoto. Rin shows up at Haru's training place where Makoto is talking to Ryuuji and demands to know why Haru isn't there training. Ryuuji tells him he's forcing him to take a week off. Rin yells at him and says that if he takes a week off now he won't be in shape to do the tournament. That swimming is too important to Haru. Makoto makes Rin stop, but Ryuuji yells back telling Rin if he cares so much he should tell Haru himself.

Rin and Makoto run around Tokyo searching for Haru. They aren't able to find him anywhere. Rin thinks about how he's always is so selfish and pretends like he doesn't notice Haru's feelings and took advantage of how strong Haru was. Rin trips and rolls onto the ground. He looks up and sees a sakura tree in bloom above him. He looks up through the branches and sees Haru on a roof of a building. Rin calls Makoto and tells him he found Haru.

Rin and Makoto go to the top of the building and find Haru floating in a pool on the rooftop. The sign outside calls it a "night pool". It's night time and there are red lights shining on the surface of the water. I don't even know how long Rin was standing there staring at Haru before Makoto got there but Makoto starts walking towards Haru and Rin stops him and starts walking toward Haru and stripping. He hops into the pool and asks Haru to race him. Tells him he has an obligation to swim with him since he hasn't said he will quit again. (reference to season 1 fence scene) They race, Haru swims better, he doesn't feel exhausted and one of the lifeguards watching the pool comments they set a world record but the other one says that's crazy. Rin hugs Haru, him and Makoto tell Haru how they feel. Rin says he admires Haru and he needs to stop making him saying over and over. Rin and Haru tease Makoto and pull him into the pull with them when he tries to get them out.

Makoto tells Haru a story about how when they were kids Haru was upset because he lost to some middle schoolers in a race and he was upset about it. The middle schoolers also made fun of Makoto and Nagisa. Nagisa and Makoto wanted to cheer Haru up and tried to go to his house, on the way they see Elvant(sp?) Volandel (which the staff said at a theater stage greeting is Albert's dad) at a stand at a festival buying a mamori (for safe childbirth because Albert's little brother was about to be born). Nagisa and Makoto decide to buy one as a present to cheer Haru up. They go to Haru's house but he's not there, they eventually find him at the festival and follow him up to the ocean lookout that they go to all the time in the series. They give a mamori to Haru but he asks why it says anzan (安産 safe childbirth) and Nagisa and Makoto are shocked it doesn't say anshin (安心 peace of mind) so Nagisa writes over the second kanji to say shin instead with a pen.

Haru trained harder and ended up beating the middle schoolers in the next tournament, they stopped bullying Makoto and Nagisa, and Rin heard about the tale of the elementary schooler beating some middle schoolers and decided he had to race that guy and that's how he originally got interested in Haru. Haru says he doesn't remember something that happened so long ago.

Haru says he wants to beat Albert at the next tournament, that he doesn't want it to end this way. That he doesn't know what will happen to his body but he wants to swim his all. Makoto and Rin go with him to talk to Ryuuji and ask him to let Haru practice and let the practice together. Ryuuji tells them to do what they want.

Ikuya and the others are all training together and Natsuya tells them they have to train hard because they have to qualify at the All Japan Tournament in order to qualify for the tournament in Fukuoka.

There's a flashback to when Ryuuji and Mikhail are younger and Mikhail is resting his arm on Ryuuji's shoulder and asking him to race with him. Ryuuji tells him there's no point since they're alone in the water. Kiyofumi comes up, apparently they haven't seen him in a while, and he calls Ryuuji "Ryuu-chan" and Ryuuji tells him not to use -chan. Kiyofumi tells Ryuuji he wants to see his swimming because his swimming makes everyone feel better. Current Ryuuji says that while they might have been cocky back then if he could go back to that time he would.

Sousuke and the others find Haru sleeping outside under a tree and they comment that he's been sleeping before practice a lot recently. They all decide to to everything they can to help him like doing his laundry and stuff.

Through the rest of the movie they keep mentioning that they're doing medical checks on Haru and he keeps passing them so I GUESS he's fine but he's sleeping all the time lol.

It's time for the All Japan Tournament. Rin and Sousuke compete in fly. Sousuke asks if they should bet who buys drinks over who wins but Rin says since they've made it this far they just need to aim for medals. Haru and Kinjou qualified in 100m free, Rin, Asahi, and Natsuya qualified in 100m fly, Ikuya qualified in 100m breast, Hiyori and Sousuke qualified in 100m back. They originally had Sousuke swimming backstroke for rehabilitation but since there were so few back swimmers they had him train in it.

Nagisa and Rei make misanga (good luck bracelets) for everyone.

The Gou, Isuzu, Momo, and the younger Iwatobis are all planning watching the Fukuoka tournament at Iwatobi SC but Ayumu isn't there because she had to do something with her family and will arrive late... apparently that means in a helicopter and they end up going to Fukuoka to watch the tournament in the helicopter.

Ryuuji is getting ready at the tournament and has Makoto helping him. They run into Kinjou and Ryuuji tells Kinjou he has learned he loves swimming this past year and that he won't run away anymore. He says that someday he'll save Kinjou too in order to fulfill is promise with "that guy" (Kiyofumi). Kinjou says okay and then tells him that he thinks Haru is at his limit. Makoto wonders what it means and Ryuuji says that Haru's overworking himself when he swims fast and he probably can only swim like that for one more tournament.

In the locker room Kinjou asks Haru why he's doing so much for swimming and Haru says he doesn't know but that being in the water is his special place.

Haru swims in the qualifier for the 100m free, Ryuuji is watching and telling him to hold off on swimming harder but Haru speeds up right after the turn and Ryuuji calls him an idiot. Haruka wins but Ryuuji asks "why now?" and they show a flashback of Kiyofumi dying.

Rin and Ikuya talk about making this far, Hiyori says that he believes in Ikuya and Ikuya blushes.

Rin and Ikuya win bronze in their races. Rin puts the medal around Gou's neck and she says it's heavy and Rin agrees and says it's surprisingly heavy. Rin's mom and Gou both congratulate him but Rin's mom tells him that he still has something to do (implying taking care of Haru.)

Kinjou find Haru sleeping on a bench and puts his jacket over him. Sousuke comes up and tells him not to mess with him but Kinjou is just worried about him. Kinjou wonders why everyone is so obsessed with Haru and Sousuke says maybe he'd understand if he swam with him. Kinjou says to let Haru sleep since Haru still has things to do. Sousuke takes Haru to the nurse and he sleeps through the 100m free final. Kinjou wins bronze. Albert wins gold. Kinjou asks Albert if he's okay quitting without racing Haru.

While Haru sleeps he has a dream about Rin and the others asking him to swim in the relay with him in elementary school. Child Haru runs away and Adult Haru stops him and asks him where he's going. He tells himself not to run away from his feelings and that he needs to do what he wants to do.

When Haru wakes up Makoto, Rin, and Ikuya are there with him. They tell him not to move yet but Haru says he has to go.

The Team Japan leaders start to announce who will be in the relay but Natsuya tells them to stop and that they should let Haru swim in the relay. The other leaders are outraged but the director is all for it and lets them do it. They set up two teams so Haru can rest and if the first team makes it through the preliminary race, Haru can swim in the final. The teams are Hiyori (back), Ikuya (breast), Natsuya (fly), and Kinjou (free) for the preliminary and Sousuke (back), Ikuya (breast), Rin (fly), and Haru (free) for the final.

Albert also asks to participate in his team's medley relay so he can race Haru.

Nagisa hands out the misanga to everyone before the relay races to cheer on "team Haru".

(at the staff talk they said Nagisa forced Kinjou to wear one too)

Haru is sleeping again during the prelim but he somehow managed to pass another medical check so he's fine.

Rin and Ikuya wait outside the room and Ikuya asks if he's okay not seeing him right now, but Rin says he told him they're not like that. Ikuya says it's their turn to support Haru this time. Rin says that's the reason he swims.

Hiyori, Ikuya, Natsuya, and Kinjou swim the prelim and win (obviously) and then Sousuke, Ikuya, Rin, and Haru swim their race. They come in first and get the gold medal. They all hug and cry. Even Haru. Ryuuji crys watching them. As they hug Haru passes out and Rin pulls him into his lap. Everyone from the team runs down to the poolside calling out Haru's name.

we see a large billboard of Haru in Tokyo that says "Stay strong! Be Free!" on it (pictured above) and people commenting about the billboard. There's a girl walking down the street reading a news article about Haru winning and being hospitalized. She looks around when people say "Nanase" commenting about Haru. It has been confirmed this girl is Aki as designed by Nishiya in one of the staff stage greetings. Nishiya also designed the causal clothes that Haru and Rin wore in the movie.

We hear Nitori and Ikuya talking about Haru. Nitori asks if he's okay and Ikuya says that Haru was released from the hospital last month and returned to Iwatobi. Nitori hopes that he's able to swim again because not just free, but relays are part of who he is.

We see the credits which show almost every single magazine art published for free over the years... there's a few missing but it's a ton of art.

We see Nagisa, Rei, and Asahi getting ready for a tournament and talking about how everyone is getting better.

Momo is the captain for Samezuka, Ayumu is the captain for Iwatobi (but how I don't know. She can't even swim!? How do you have a captain who can't swim??) She has red glasses like Rei and seems to be acting like Rei.

Hiyori comments about how Kinjou's cousin was Ryuuji's childhood friend and Kinjou says he'll explain later. Sousuke tells Kinjou to act nicer and Kisumi teases Sousuke for being the one to say that. Kinjou asks Sousuke to race him in butterfly but he says that he needs to race Asahi first. Ikuya says he'll race him in free and Kinjou says they can do IM too. They argue over it and Kisumi comments that he hopes they'll get along soon and Ikuya says it will take a while before that happens.

Next we see Gou and her friend talking about how Rin has gone overseas again. This time to Hungary. They talk about how well Haru did at the tournament and Gou's friend says that it's sad that Haru wasn't swimming anymore since then and Gou starts to say that she heard from her brother that he is now.

Albert also came out of retirement to continue swimming because he has someone he wants to swim with. Natsuya says this will make the Athens tournament even more interesting. Haru is swimming again. He apparently swim in a tournament in Mexico last week. Mikhail teases Ryuuji about being happy about Haru and Ryuuji tells him to shut up because Rin is in Hungary right now. Mikhail says he is and so is Haru.

Makoto is wandering around Hungary by himself and manages to find Haru on the street and Haru is surprised to see him. Makoto comments that Haru's rehabilitation seems to be going well. Haru says it is and it's relaxing to be here instead of Japan because he was getting hounded by reporters for interviews there. Makoto says that Rin is in Hungary too.

Rin is on the street looking at things with Ai because Ai is doing an exchange program in Hungary. Rin comments that Ai never told him that he was related to Mikhail and Ai says he was too embarrassed but now he will tell people because he's going to get even stronger.

Rin and Haru are walking towards a train crossing and the arms come down and a train passes. When the arms lift they walk into the middle of the train crossing. Rin says he saw a dream about a tournament and Haru says he did too. Rin asks if he wants to know how that dream will turn out and Haru says he obviously does.

We see Asahi and his sister talking about the Athens tournament and then they talk about Asahi's sister's husband who is a swimming reporter and how he made a documentary about Haru and the others. He took a whole bunch of things that were filmed of them over the years and interviewed people about them.

We see the second time capsule they burried, Haru is wearing his high school jersy so the image is probably when they were burying the time capsule. The letter he put in says "even if I become a normal person, I'll keep swimming" and Haru's voice over says "I can wait to become normal for a little longer."

The end.

#Free! #free the final stroke #spoilers

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Vampire Knight: Senri Shiki's Yandere for Kianna Komori —Aesthetic Part 3 (Requested)

The following moodboard features a couple. Senri Shiki is on the left column. Kianna Komori is presented on the left. The middle column represents Senri's yandere obsession for Kianna.

Love Bites

It was the night after St. Xocolatl’s Day. Since Kianna had spent a lot of time making chocolate for Senri the previous night, she was tired. Rather than wait for dinner, she decided to retire to the Moon Dormitory immediately after school. Kianna had been rooming in the Moon Dormitory not long after becoming Shiki's lover. Kianna explained to Shiki how she didn't feel quite comfortable in the Sun Dormitory. Meanwhile, Shiki believed he would feel more at ease knowing his girlfriend lived close nearby. Due to this, Shiki had made the request to Kaname on his Sweetheart's behalf during their first couple of weeks as a couple. Kaname then discussed it with Kaien and the two eventually came to an understanding.

Once Kianna returned to the Moon Dormitory, she went straight upstairs to her bedroom. As the only human in the entire dorm, she didn't have a roommate. In fact, her room was actually scent proof. All the rooms in the Moon Dormitory were built like this in case any of the vampires became thirsty for each other. This way, it wouldn't stir up the other residents. When Kianna entered her room, she knew there were a few hours before the Night Class was supposed to get up and head out for the cross-over prior to night school. Despite this, she didn't feel up to doing her homework yet. Instead, Kianna decided to set herself an alarm to wake her up after a little nap. She would have plenty of time to do her homework later.

Meanwhile, Senri was already awake. He was not only irritated at the sun in his eyes, but the empty box of blood tablets on his nightstand. Senri couldn't understand how he didn't pay attention to his tablet amount. All the Night Class students were required to keep track of their tablets and request more before they ran out; in case they acquired more than normal. Thanks to Kianna presence, Senri had been consuming more blood tablets and ran out before he knew it. Unfortunately, even if he reported this to Takuma the second he woke up, Senri wouldn't receive his next box until tomorrow.

Suddenly, Senri's keen sense of hearing picked up on the sound of a door opening and shutting. Kianna must have returned to the dorm early. Senri was still in his pajamas, which consisted of a yellow shirt, dark gray pants and a pair of light brown slippers. He didn't care about that though as he quickly snuck out of his room and went straight to Kianna's bedroom across the hall. When he arrived, Senri swiftly let himself in without knocking and shut the door behind himself.

Kianna was standing right by her bed when she turned around to see who was there. She was currently dressed in a solid white babydoll nightgown. "Darling, why aren't you asleep?" Kianna asked.

Senri was pressed up against her door. He was breathing heavily as his long fingers were resting across his throat. "Sweetheart, I-I ran out of blood tablets". Senri confessed. His pale blue eyes then glanced up and down Kianna's appearance. Seeing his girlfriend dressed in cute pajamas was the last thing Senri expected.

Kianna blinked. She then remembered how she hadn’t had the time to refilled the heart-shaped vial yet. Of course, even Kianna knew the vial wasn't big enough to replace a meal when filled up completely. Regardless, she knew Senri had nothing to quench his thirst.

It was then Senri's eyes suddenly turned into a blood-colored luster. Before Kianna could say anything, he zoomed across the room in a blur. All of a sudden, Senri was directly in front of Kianna. He then grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to force a kiss on her lips.

Kianna's amber colored eyes widened in surprise. A pink blush then dusted across her cheeks. Kianna's heart was hammering inside her chest. Despite this, she couldn't deny the surge of electricity flowing through her petite body. When Kianna was beginning to enjoy the sensation, Senri stepped closer. She then gripped onto his yellow shirt in an attempt to stabilize herself, but her darling was too strong. The two of them then fell back onto Kianna's pink bed. As they both collapsed on top of the bed, her eyes widened a second time. Only Senri could make her react this way.

A couple of seconds later, Senri finally pulled away from her. Kianna then gasped for air and stared up at her boyfriend in a daze. Senri's eyes were still glowing red. He then glanced down at Kianna's neck and brushed her short brown hair away to reveal her white skin. "Sweetheart..." Senri sighed. "I know you don't like it very much, but could I please drink from you"? He begged through a whisper.

Kianna's breath was caught in her throat from the sudden kiss. She wanted to reply, but she needed to catch her breath first. Senri then lowered his head into the curve of Kianna's neck. Closing his eyes, he breathed in her sweet scent until she was ready to respond. "Sure". Kianna replied. With that, Senri opened his mouth and let his fangs graze her neck as a final warning. Since his sweetheart wasn't showing any signs of fear or resistance, he gently bit down on her neck and began to drink.

For Senri, feeding from his lover was pure bliss. He could taste her loving emotions for him and even see fragments of her memories. Of course, all vampires possessed this ability, which is why they're quite possessive of their lovers... Why Senri was determined to keep Kianna for himself. The thought of any other vampire harming Kianna, drinking her blood, sensing her emotions or seeing even a second of her personal memories; made him want to kill whoever would dare do such a thing. Only he was allowed to be this intimate with Kianna.

Although Kianna couldn't comprehend the feeling of drinking the blood of someone you love, she knew she could only trust Senri to drink her blood. The feeling wasn't exactly pleasant, however; it wasn't torture either. The bite itself felt like a needle prick. The area where she was being bit might be a bit tender, but it didn’t bother Kianna. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Senri's torso and head as she waited for him to stop.

When Senri was finished, he managed to drink one pint of Kianna's blood. That is how much a single person can donate in a blood drive. Thus, it's the maximum amount of blood a vampire can take from a willing human before they grow too weak. Senri stared down at Kianna with a line of her blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. His eyes were now back to their original blue hue. "How do you feel"? He calmly asked, licking the remaining blood from his face.

"I'm fine." Kianna sighed.

Senri's eyes then fluttered down to Kianna's neck again. "How annoying," He sighed. "I made a mess all over your nightgown". Senri grumbled to himself. Somehow, Kianna's pink bed sheets were perfectly fine, but her white nightgown now contained trails and splotches of her own blood.

Kianna then narrowed her eyes at Senri. "Blood stains". She blurted in an irritated tone. "That was one of my favorite nightgowns". Kianna huffed, madly blushing.

"I'll buy you another one". Senri replied.

Requested: @nunezs-stuff

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