#I also got ALL my English homework done for last week

[scrawlingwithstyle]

I FINISHED MY MICROSOFT WORD BROCHURE PROJECT WITH 20 MINUTES TO SPARE.

Thank God. Now I need to force myself to sleep before I lose all brain function for the next 24 hours.

[xxmcr05xx]

Only You | Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader

Summary: Tsukishima and F/N have a long-distance relationship. F/N decides to surprise him at his school.

Warnings/Contains: Smut, long-distance relationship surprise!, nipple lick, cunnilingus, making-out, oral sex (m!receiving), loss of virginity

WC: 3,511

Originally Uploaded: 04/02/25 on AO3!

Title Song: Only You - Mac DeMarco

Author's Note: Bold is English, regular is Japanese :)

18+ MDNI!!!

Divider by @uzmacchiato

F/N answered the call eagerly seeing her boyfriend call her.

"Hey babe! How'd your practice go?" F/N chirped happily, laying down on her tummy on her bed, the video image of Tsukishima sighed as he sat down on his bed.

"Same old bullshit, headache doesn't get better being near Hinata..." Tsukishima answered.

F/N pouted, "Awww, babe it I'm sure he isn't that bad, maybe you're being a bit too harsh on him?" F/N suggested, the blond boy snorted and rolled his eyes.

"If you knew him, F/N, you'd understand how much of an annoying child he is," Tsukishima sighed and laid down on his side, looking into F/N's eyes, "anyways, how was school for you? It should be late in the afternoon for you, right?" F/N nodded at his second question.

"I've done some homework. Also school was okay, I'm so tired of exams but I'm lucky my next one is my last one," F/N answered.

The blond hummed, "Well you're lucky, school doesn't finish until a couple months," Tsukishima groaned, he grabbed his dinosaur pillow and sighed, "I've missed you a lot today as well," he mumbled, looking down in a more vulnerable state, "this distance never gets easier it sucks ass." F/N looked at him with empathy.

"I know, but hopefully we can meet up soon... It's been one year and we haven't even met each other yet," F/N whined, Tsukishima hummed and buried his face in the pillow.

"Smells like you..."

F/N giggled, "Aww you baby..." F/N poked her tongue out as Tsukishima had a frown on his face.

"Okay that's enough, F/N, I'm not a baby," he responded.

The girl laughed, "I know I know." Tsukishima rolled his eyes, at her response, "Oh! By the way, I'm going on holiday after my exams!" F/N exclaimed with a grin, Tsukishima frowned and whined a little. "Shh don't worry babe, I'm off to South Korea for like... three weeks. I'll try and message you as much as I can, okay?"

"South Korea?" Tsukishima snorted, "Why don't you come here instead?" He asked, frowning at her choice of destination.

"It's because it's a lot cheaper, hon! But hey, at least we're closer in distance," F/N confessed, Tsukishima hummed at her excuse and sighed, mumbling a 'whatever' in Japanese under his breath, "anyway, I think I heard mum calling out for dinner, I'll talk to you afterwards, 'kay? I love you, bye!"

Tsukishima nodded and said his goodbyes, hanging up the call.

What F/N lied about however, was that her destination was actually Japan.

A few days later, F/N had finished her last exam and was packing her bags for Japan.

"I'll miss you a lot, F/N," Tsukishima said over the phone, F/N said an aww as she zipped up her suitcase.

"Aww Kei, I'll miss you too!" F/N giggled and grabbed her two bags, she flung her backpack over her shoulders and walked over to her car, "anyways, I'm heading into the car now with my mum. I'll message you when I get on my flight and then when I land, okay?"

Tsukishima hummed a yes and played with the dinosaur plush F/N got him, "Okay, F/N. Have a safe trip, alright? If anything goes wrong you can message me," he told her, F/N replied with a giggled yes and heaved her bags into the boot of the car.

"I'm going now, I love you Kei."

"I love you too."

Hours had passed now and F/N kept her promise of messaging Tsukishima when she got on her flight. She felt her heart flutter, feeling excited now as she was going to surprise Kei at his volleyball practice. After a couple of hours she finally landed at the Tokyo International Airport, she grabbed all three of her bags and made her way to the bus terminal, taking a bus to the Miyagi Prefecture. Once she finally got the bus terminal there, F/N hailed a taxi and told the driver to go to Karasuno High School.

F/N felt her heart flutter at the realization that she'd be seeing her boyfriend after a whole year of long-distance dating. After twenty minutes, she finally got to the school, she gulped nervously, trying to manage her way through the school, thinking back on her mental map of the school to get to the location of the gym.

After what felt like forever she finally made it to the gym, she gulped nervously and opened the door to the gym. Inside the gym F/N heard a lot of yelling and shoes squeaking, her heart tightening when she saw her boyfriend blocking a spike made by his other teammates.

"Good job guys!" A guy yelled out, who F/N assumed was the coach by Tsukishima's description.

F/N looked back at Tsukishima and smiled, sitting down by a bench near the door as they finished practice for the day. Tsukishima wiped his face wit a towel and talked to his friend which F/N recognized as Yamaguchi.

"F/N!?" Tsukishima said in surprise, his eyes widened as he saw his girlfriend sitting mere metres away from him. He dropped is towel and rubbed his eyes, making sure that he wasn't hallucinating but there she was, sitting in all her glory waving at him. He didn't care what the others were going to say, his walked turned into a light jog as he went to his girlfriend.

F/N met him halfway and laughed, the two holding each other in an embrace, "What- What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in South Korea?!" Tsukishima exclaimed, eyes widening as he held his girlfriend's face. His heart was racing fast, feeling like he was in a fantasy.

"Haha yeah about that... I kind of um... lied..." F/N giggled.

Meanwhile in the background, everyone was confused at the girl that Tsukishima was talking to - besides Yamaguchi - but was still equally as shocked as Tsukishima told him that F/N would be in South Korea. "Who... Who the hell is that?!" Tanaka exclaimed, baffled at the girl willingly touching Tsukishima.

"That... That's his girlfriend, F/N," Yamaguchi answered.

The rest of the boys exclaimed an 'eh!?', watching as the two chatted happily and embraced.

"GIRLFRIEND!?" Hinata yelled out, not believing the sight in front of him.

From a distance, Tsukishima heard Hinata's loud exclaim and sighed, "Fuck... looks like Yamaguchi told them," the blond groaned and ran a hand through his hair, "Looks like they're all coming over now...." Tsukishima observed, seeing the rest of the team running over to the couple.

F/N's face went red as the orange-haired boy yelled out again, "FOREIGNER TOO?! HOW THE HECK!" he exclaimed, he looked up at Tsukishima and gasped, "HOW DID YOU GET A FOREIGNER GIRLFRIEND?!"

The blond growled and glared down at Hinata, "Fuck off."

Hinata pouted and crossed his arms, feeling annoyed at Tsukishima.

"You are... Hinata, right?" F/N asked in a bit of broken Japanese, Hinata's eyes widened, he grinned and nodded his head.

"Yes yes I am! Does Tsukishima talk about me? What is your name? Where are you from!?" Hinata bombarded F/N with a ton of questions which made her feel really nervous now.

Tsukishima stood in front of F/N and glared at Hinata, "You need to stop with the hundreds of questions, Pipsqueak," Tsukishima demanded, the orange-haired boy laughed nervously and apologised to the girl.

"All you little shits back up. Yes this my girlfriend, that's all you get to know, now go away," Tsukishima glared at the rest of the team, who seemingly all ran off.

The blond boy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm sorry, F/N, they're all nosey..." he mumbled, his frown went away when he looked back down at his girlfriend, "thank you for coming here, F/N. God... you are much shorter than I expected," he snorted, running a hand through her hair.

"How mean..." F/N answered.

He simply just laughed and held her hand, "And you're so soft...." he mumbled, unfortunately he could feel the stares of his fellow teammates and sighed, "we should get heading now... away from these guys. Do you need a room?" Tsukishima asked, grabbing her bags from her.

"Well, if you could let me stay at yours while I'm here that'd definitely save me a lot of money," F/N laughed, Tsukishima nodded.

"Of course. I'll tell my parents that they need to make dinner for a guest then."

The shorter girl nodded and smiled, holding Tsukishima's free hand as he walked them to his house. Tsukishima still couldn't believe his eyes, his girlfriend who lived in a totally different country than him was now standing right next to him, she smelt so strongly of vanilla, her hair was so soft and perfect - her skin even softer. He smiled and rubbed her knuckle with his thumb.

"I can't believed you lied to me..." Tsukishima mumbled.

"Aww Kei," F/N giggled and swung her hand a little, "I like surprising you," she spoke in Japanese, Tsukishima raised an eyebrow and laughed a little.

"Speaking Japanese now, are we?"

F/N nodded, "That okay with you? Does my Japanese sound good too?"

The blond smiled softly at her, "It's amazing."

F/N cheered quietly to herself as they continued to walk.

A couple minute later they arrived at Tsukishima's house, it was around 6:30 pm now and dinner was ready by the time they got home. The first person to notice F/N was Tsukishima's mum, she heard the door open and gasped, smiling as she saw her son's boyfriend.

"F/N!? How did- I don't care, welcome welcome!" She greeted. F/N said a small thank you as she made her way inside the house, getting greeted by the rest of Tsukishima's family.

Two hours went by now, F/N felt very comfortable at Tsukishima's family. Dinner went on very well as they all asked F/N questions about her life in her home country and general ones about her stay.

The two were now in Tsukishima's room, unpacking all of F/N's bags, "Thanks again for letting me stay here, Kei," F/N said as she grabbed a pair of pajamas.

"It's alright, F/N. I'm just glad to have you here," Tsukishima cooed, lovingly looking over at his girlfriend. The girl smiled back and headed to the bathroom to change. He sighed sadly and laid on his bed, still in disbelief his girlfriend was here in person, going to sleep next to him for that matter. The fuzzy feeling in his heart grew at the thought of sleeping with her.

F/N came back in the room and smiled, "Hey, babe," she greeted, closing the door behind them. The blond stood up and walked over to F/N, looming over her.

"You're so much cuter in person," he mumbled, rubbing her cheek with his thumb, "I'm so so happy," he confessed, he kissed her forehead and hummed, loving the feel of her skin. "I hope you don't mind if I kiss you some more," he asked, he held her hand and led her to his bed.

The two sat at the edge of the bed now, Tsukishima smiled slightly as he continued to look at her, he leaned in this time, holding her cheek again. "Let me kiss you forever," he mumbled, his lips finally made contact with her own, F/N whining at the feeling of his lips on hers. "Fuck... you're so soft," He mumbled, he kissed her again, moving his hand to her jaw and rubbing it with his thumb.

Their shared kissed started to grow more intense with their need for each other, Tsukishima moved F/N so that she was laying on her back in the middle of the bed. He moved away from the kiss and stared down at F/N, "God, I'm so lucky," he told her as he leaned down to kiss her neck.

F/N whined out quietly at the feeling of him kissing her neck, "Y'know," he said in between the kiss, "I've fantasized a lot about this."

The girl blushed at his confession and whined a little, "Oh shut up, Kei..." she muttered back, her face as red as a cherry.

Tsukishima just let out a short snort and moved his lips down to her collarbone, sucking and biting it softly. "Japanese only right now, okay?" The blond asked, F/N nodded in agreement. He hummed in satisfaction and dragged his hands down her sides, stopping just at the bottom of her shirt to pull up just above her tits.

He could feel his breath halt as he stared at her.

"Fuck... they look way better in person than just on a screen," Tsukishima confessed, F/N let out a giggly and embarrassed thank you. He shuffled down lower to her body until her face was basically aligned with her tits, "can I?" Tsukishima asked softly, his eyes a lot more desperate now, F/N nodded her answer which got Tsukishima excited.

His lips pepper kisses all over her tummy and tits, savoring the feeling of her skin on his lips. Tsukishima moaned unexpectedly as he held her tits in his hands, licking them devastatingly slowly which made F/N cry out from the teasing.

"Just wait," Tsukishima grumbled, looking up at her with a frown, "you're looking so desperate right now. It's hot but I only get you for three weeks."

F/N nodded softly, running her hands through his hair which made the boy close his eyes happily. "I love you a lot, Kei," F/N confessed.

"I love you too."

The two teenagers smiled at each other, Tsukishima leaning in to kiss her once again, F/N meeting him halfway. Both teenagers were getting desperate now, taking each others clothes off and touching each other everywhere.

Tsukishima couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"You're so hot..." Tsukishima moaned out, moving his face down to her cunt, he could practically smell her dripping for him, "y'know I've always wondered what you'd taste like down here..." he mumbled, eyeing her cunt intensely. Relieving both of their curiosities and needs for each other, Tsukishima licked a long stripe down F/N's cunt.

The girl let out a muffled moan into her hand at the warm and wet feeling, Tsukishima noticed that and continued to lick her cunt. Her taste was addicting, he hadn't expected it to taste this good. He had started to basically make out with her cunt now, using his left hand to grip her thigh while his right-hand thumb rubbed her clit. "Noo... No no too much," F/N whined out quietly, tears welling in her eyes now at the overstimulation.

Tsukishima clicked his tongue and moved away from her, "Fine... You're very lucky you're cute."

F/N blushed and muttered a thank you, "Can I..." F/N looked down at Tsukishima's boxers, eyeing it intensely.

"Oh? You want to suck me off?" Tsukishima asked with a smirk to embarrass F/N, her face went red but eventually nodded, "Mm... you can; that'd be hot," Tsukishima chuckled and pulled his boxers down, revealing his redish-purple cock, precum leaking out of the tip. The blond felt embarrassed at his very obvious erection.

F/N moved to Tsukishima's side, laying down on her side and looking up at Tsukishima, "I hope it's okay..." F/N whispered. She then looked back down at his cock, Tsukishima started to feel a lot more shy now as she gently grabbed the base of his cock, letting out a shudder from the boy.

She leaned down slowly and licked the tip of his cock softly, Tsukishima let out a small huff, his face visibly red under the moonlight. F/N went further now and sucked on the tip softly, making sure to clean his cock of his precum. "Nnh... holy shit, F/N..." Tsukshima huffed out, one hand holding him up on the bed while the other ran through F/N's hair, "you're doing so well for me..." he moaned.

Feeling more confident now, F/N finally took at least half of his length in her mouth. Tsukishima let out a small whine as F/N started to bob her head, his eyes feeling teary at the feeling. "That's so good... oh God..." Tsukishima whined out quietly, he softly pushed F/N's head, making her deepthroat him a bit. "Is this okay?" He asked her, F/N nodded hummed a yes.

"Thank God," Tsukishima responded.

F/N bobbed her head a bit longer, Tsukishima could feel his toes curl and hips thrust a little as he felt close to cumming, "Argh fuck no more- please no more," Tsukishima cried out, F/N looked up at Tsukishima and moved away.

"You okay?" She asked.

Tsukishima nodded and panted, "Too much... I don't wanna cum yet," he muttered. The girl giggled and nodded.

"Are you um... ready?" F/N asked him, Tsukishima huffed out and nodded.

"Only if you are."

The girl looked up at him and nodded, mouthing an 'I'm ready.'

Tsukishima leaned over and kissed F/N's head, "I've been waiting for this forever..." he whispered. The boy climbed on top of F/N, cock dripping and barely grazing her thigh. "I bought um... a condom while you were at the toilets at the convenience store..." Tsukshima mumbled, grabbing the foil packet from his pant pocket, which made F/N giggle.

He ripped the packet open, mumbling something to himself before rolling it down his cock, "Sh-Shit," Tsukishima growled at the feeling before looking back down at F/N. "I love you so much," he whispered before leaning over F/N, almost caging her. Tsukishima then held his cock, kissing F/N's neck softly - which made her giggle - before slowly first inserting the tip in her cunt.

Immediately, the couple let out small whimpers just loud enough for them to hear. "Oh fuck..." F/N cried out, her hands flying to hold his shoulders. The blond whispered words of comfort while kissing her neck at the same time as he slowly slid himself further inside of her.

"I know I know," Tsukishima whispered, almost bottoming himself inside of her, "is that okay?" he asked, leaning back a little to look at her face. The girl nodded after a few seconds, wriggling her hips around.

"Y-Yeah, I feel good now."

The boy nodded and kissed F/N's forehead, he kept his breath levelled and then slowly but surely kept a medium-paced thrust. F/N gasped at the feeling and whined out softly, "You feel so big, Kei..." F/N whined out, her cunt basically clenching at his cock, Tsukishima nodded and mumbled a small sorry, but never let down his pace.

F/N looked over at his face; Tsukishima's eyes were clenched shut and his mouth ajar, panting out as he concentrated on making her feel good. "Fuuuckk," Tsukishima groaned out, he buried his face into her neck, biting and sucking on it, "I never expected it to feel this good... you feel so good," he mumbled into her neck.

"Oh... Oh Kei..." she cried out.

The blond looked up at his girlfriend, mouth still ajar. Their lips met and they sloppily made out, saliva drooling down from both of their mouths and down their chins. Tsukishima moved up now, his back straight as he looked down at F/N, "So cute," he told her, his hands moved to hold them close to his hips.

His thrusts became harder and rougher now; he felt so turned on by her fucked-out state.

"Ffphh fuck- Kei I'm gonna cum oh my God~" F/N told him, her hands were gripping the bedsheets so tightly that her knuckles had started to look whiter.

Tsukishima cried out, "I feel the same... nev- never knew something like your cunt could feel so good," he told her, he leaned down now, F/N's legs wrapped around Tsukishima's waist and their lips locking. Tsukishima's hand moved down to rub F/N's clit now, making her whine into his mouth.

He could feel her cumming on his cock.

F/N let out a final moan, legs gripped tightly around his legs before letting go. Tsukishima moved away from the kiss, thrusting a little bit more inside of her before he came into the condom.

The couple stayed like this for a couple more minutes before Tsukishima got up, rolling the condom off and tying it up, throwing it in the bin next to his desk. "You alright?" Tsukishima asked, sliding his glasses back on as he walked back towards F/N. When she didn't respond he took a closer look and realised that she had fallen asleep.

The blond laughed quietly and laid next to her, turning his fan on and throwing the blanket over them. "Goodnight princess."

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Hi there. I was wondering if you could do a Spider-Man Ethan x fem!reader where the reader has feelings for Spider-Man and doesn’t know its her friend Ethan who she also grew up having a crush on. Every night the her and Spider-Man talk and hang out on the roof of her apartment. One of the nights there is so much tension that they end up doing the famous Spider-Man kiss. Feelings on both ends are confessed, but Ethan refuses to fully take off his mask. But then one night Spider-Man is extremely injured and loses a lot of blood. So the reader ends up patching him up and has to remove his mask to reveal that it’s her friend Ethan that she’s always had feelings for. Then it can end spicy from there with whatever you’re comfortable writing.

Thank you 😊

OMG! 🕸🕷 I love this idea - ugh, I'm gonna have so much fun writing this ahhhhhh hope you enjoy love 🌼

Two Hearts

Summary : You have a crush on your best friend Ethan- but growing close with Spiderman, and also sharing those same feelings leaves you confused. A rough night for Spiderman ends up revealing secrets.

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Word count: 3.0k

Warning: Angst, fluff, swearing, blood, mentions of death, slight NSFW.

I love how much music affects my writing. Listened to "hopeless romantic soft mix" while writing this. Made me kick my feet and giggle!! ALSO, THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I HAVE WRITTEN ANNNDDD OH MY GOS I AM SO IN LOVE

There was a new superhero in town, and boy did that 'Spiderman' have all the girls' hearts. He sure had yours, but he will never be Ethan- Ethan was your best friend. He has been by your side since you could remember.

Any person that would see you together thought you were dating, but you weren't. The thought of telling Ethan you liked him - oh boy. That would be the last thing you would do. HE GIVES YOU BUTTERFLIES!!! he makes your stomach turn, and those chocolate brown eyes always make you want to grab his face and smother him in kisses.

Your little daydreams got carried away sometimes, staring off into space when you hang out with him. "y/n, you there?" Shaking the thoughts away, you nod. He then just continues on about science.

But this Spiderman, saving people, helping the elder, oh what a dream he seemed very sweet and always helped no matter how minor the "crime" was.

Not knowing who he was drove New York crazy the secret identity was smart and cool, but it really started to pick up in the school halls.

How old was he?

Was 'he' he or 'she'?

How did they become super?

You were always talking about the latest crime fight Spiderman had done, digging into conspiracies, which always made Ethan laugh.

Lately, you haven't been able to hang out with Ethan as much as he signed up for active work at the police station with his dad. Most nights, he would be busy with his dad doing simple desk work and / or join him in a ride along. So, being on your own was the new daily.

It started a few weeks ago. Slowly, you noticed webs around your neighborhood buildings. 'Maybe Spiderman came through.' he was always around this part of town, so it made sense.

As the school days died down and the city got louder at night, you would relax on the rooftop of your apartment. Being so high in the sky, being able to see over it, was refreshing. Turning your music off, you'd listen to the sounds around you as your mind filled with thoughts. Homework would also fill the gap.

It wasn't until the second week of being on the rooftop that something wild happened. As you sat playing music going over your English notes, right across the street, Spiderman stood watching you. He didn't want to seem like a creep - well, standing in a head-to-toe body suit watching from a rooftop seemed weird, but he kept it lowkey.

He liked seeing you in such peace, sitting looking down at the people who roamed the streets, or how you would lay on your back looking at the sky. You were so beautiful in his eyes. He was so drawn to you, he couldn't just stay away.

Before he realized what he was doing, his arm straightened out activating his webs. Putting his full body weight in the web, he swung over he landed on the opposite side of the roof near you. Why was he so nervous, you don't know who he is! What if this ends up bad! wait, you don't know who he is! this is perfect.

"Why do you sit up here?" he spoke before he could process. The sudden voice made you jump and yelp a little. Looking around, you saw him. He stood a few feet away from you.

'Spiderman, oh my gosh, it's Spiderman,' you thought, your mind racing with so many questions. 'Why is he up here?' 'is this fake' ?Did I fall asleep again?'

"What? are- this- I- Are you really here?" he couldn't help but laugh at your comment and walked closer. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears.

"Well, duh," he tried to sound smooth, but his voice ended up cracking while he sat in front of you. You laughed as he tried to buff up his look.

"So? Why are you sitting up here?" he tilted his head to the side in a questioning way. The spider eyes on the mask opening and closing softly.

"It's peaceful up here, I get to see the city, and no one else comes up here so it's like the perfect place to escape for a little" your heart ached, you wished Ethan wasn't always so busy so you could take him up here.

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. 'How was he just so calm sitting here with me, like this is normal?'

"I'm sorry, as much as I think this is cool - uh, what are you doing here? Don't you have some crime to fight?" You threw some fake punches his way, laughing to ease your awkwardness.

"I mean, yeah, but it's a slow day, and I just saw you hanging out here. I've actually seen you here a lot the past few weeks, so you know, I just thought I'd see what you do. " he was blushing so hard under the mask, and his body was warm. 'Don't sound like a perv!'

"Do you do this a lot? spy on people?" Your voice is playful and light.

"Me? Well, psh No, I-I haven't done this before. Is it weird - oh, did I make you uncomfortable?!" As he spoke, his voice started to hold some panic.

"What - no, you didn't- NO this is cool! It's cool. I swear, I mean, you're Spiderman, like how wouldn't this be cool."

He felt a little better knowing it didn't make you uncomfortable. Hours had passed, and you talked about what it's like to fight crime and how he got his powers.

This soon became a regular occurrence. Every other night, he would show up and tell you the star crime of the day. You would bring extra drinks and food and give some to him. He would always turn around, or you would close your eyes when he ate/drank.

The feelings you had for him grew into an actual crush, now that you knew him - somewhat you felt like you could trust him.

After a few months, things started to change. He would tease you as you would do the same. Playful touching, whispering as he was inches away from your face. He grew so comfortable around you that he would sit shoulder to shoulder with you.

The smell of his calonge would fill your nose, a sense of familiar came to mind. The tension between you two could be cut by a knife, long shared glances, his body pressed into yours when he would give you his web shooters and show how to use them.

"Would you ever feel comfortable enough to take your mask off?" You sat on the edge of the rooftop with him right next to you, your hands resting near one another. The city lights shined on your face as he looked at you, a soft blush rose to your cheeks.

"Uh, maybe. I'm just scared. " he looked away, not wanting to face you.

"You don't have to be scared," you hand reached for his face, pulling it to face you. Even if you can't see his eyes, you knew they were looking right back at you. "You have my trust, and I promise not to break it," your voice was stern, yet like butter to his ears. His gloved hand went to yours, holding it closer to his face, leaning into your touch, the warmth of your hand seeping into his suit.

"It's getting pretty late; I should get going." Your hand fell from his face, and he nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You were already walking towards the door with your bag over your shoulder.

"Yeah, of course!" he smiled under the mask matching the one you wore. Turning around, you could hear the web shooters, meaning he was leaving, but to your surprise, he hung over the door by his web. Looking up, your eyes followed it to the billboard.

"Only a little." He couldn't trust his own voice. He was nervous. 'Did she understand?'

The sound of cars honking and people shouting started to drown out as you stepped closer. 'Was he sure about this?' Your hands got closer to his neck, finding the edge of the mask. "Are you sure?" concerned you asking, pressured him.

"Yes, please." it almost sounded like a whine.

Pulling the mask over his chin past his lips; you stopped right before his nose. Your heart was beating very fast, feeling it in your throat, the butterflies in your stomach, it was driving you insane.

You could see he was blushing, some moles on his face near his lips. His lips, they looked so soft, and your hands held both sides of his face like he was going to get away. Your right hand let go though, reaching to trace his lips; they were soft, but also chapped. Both of your breaths were picking up.

"Please y/n," His voice whining again.

Pulling you out of your trance, you leaned in, "You're so beautiful."

Your lips clashed with his, inhaling his scent. This was heaven. The kiss was rough, the tension finally catching up. Teeth brushing each other sightly, you could feel his head pushing into yours. He wanted more, and so did you. Your lungs were burning gasping for air, but you didn't want to pull away, no, not yet. 'What if this is the only time I can kiss him, feel him?'

He was the first to pull away gasping for air. He just kissed you after wanting to for so long. "I'd like to do that again sometime." he was smiling so wide, being able to see it made your heart do flips.

"You know where to find me." Leaning in again, you kissed his cheek.

Taking the edge of the mask again, you pulled it back down towards his neck and tucking it in. "I'll see you tomorrow." Your hands dropped from his face, and you walked past him into the door.

Hours have passed, sitting on your bed acting like a little schoolgirl, giggling and kicking your feet. Who wouldn't you just kissed spiderman!

Looking at the clock, it was near one am. Sleep was catching up. So, you started your normal night routine. Finding some old extra oversized t-shirt, you slipped it on, and it landed on your mid-thigh barley coving much. You had shorts on but night shorts that were very short.

As you were done in the bathroom, you walked back into your room and felt a cold breeze. Looking around, you saw your window was open. An overwhelming feeling flooded your body as you knew you had closed it earlier. Getting closer, you hear a noise out of the darkness. Spiderman sat up, holding his side. He didn't look good.

"Help me," his body collapsed halfway in your window. your heart sunk at seeing him like this. Running to him, you grabbed him the best you could and pulled him in.

"What did you get yourself into, bug boy?" he sat against your wall, one arm trying to hold himself up and the other holding his abdomen.

"It's not that bad, I-" he removed his hand to show you the deep cut. it ran from lower chest to the middle of his stomach, "Okay, maybe it's a little bad." Every word was broken up by him groaning or wheezing.

"I'll be back." Running out of your room, you grabbed the first aid kit in the hallway. "I don't have much, so we have to make this work."

Before you started to clean the cut, you looked at his face. The mask was beat up pretty bad. He had a tear in it, running from his ear to chin. After tonight, you don't think this suit would survive.

"Can you move?" Your voice was low. The last thing you need is your parents finding Spiderman in your room.

"I'll try," he tried to push himself up, his head spinning. Standing with him, you saw him stumble, catching him. You guided him to your bed. As soon as he sat down, the pain was too much to bear. His body went limp.

"Hey! bug boy! hey, can you hear me?" You sat next to him, patting his face over and over and hoping to wake him up. His eyes would open and close after a few seconds, "You got to stay with me!"

"I'm tired." he was barely auditable.

As you looked at him, an idea came to your mind, "I'm sorry," putting a hand over his mouth and taking your other hand, you pressed down on the cut. He yelled into your hand in pain, his eyes tearing up under the mask. 'fuck'

The most you could do right now is clean the wounds and patch him up. He was awake but laid there quietly. You were so focused on making sure the wounds were thoroughly cleaned that you didn't realize one of his hands laid on your thigh, gripping it every time you wiped the cuts.

"You're okay." You tried your best to comfort him, and not much could be said though truthfully.

Once you checked over his entire body for more wounds, you moved up to his face. the mask was resting weirdly, "I finished everything else, but if you don't want me to clean -" As you spoke, his hand that wasn't on your thigh reached for the mask ripping it off.

Your jaw dropped.

ETHAN FUCKING LANDRY.

YOUR BEST FRIEND.

"I-" before he could fully speak, you flung your body into his. He winced out in pain as he felt you on him, yet he felt better.

Your eyes were watering at this point, seeing Spiderman - no seeing Ethan like this ripped your heart apart. "I had my theories- but fuck bug boy why?!" you pulled away making eye contact. He could see the tear stains running down your rosy cheeks.

"Don't cry pretty, girl, please don't cry. I'm okay - kind of, " he chuckled, hoping it helped ease the tension. His hand cupped your face, his finger halfway in your hair, his thumb resting on your cheek moving side to side wiping the tears.

"You're an idiot you know that?" You hit his shoulder, pushing him back a little. He made a face like it hurt but only smiled. Looking at you through his lashes, blood sprayed on his face, scars you haven't seen before. His eyes softened as he saw your face red and stained, crying, pouting.

"I'm hoping to be your idiot though." his thumb still ran across your cheek, slowly moving down to trace your lips. He hasn't stopped thinking about kissing you. Even when he was dying, the need for you was strong.

He was just looking at your lips at this point. He looked at you like he was starving. The hunger for you grew stronger after that kiss. Noticing the change in how he looked at you, a laugh escaped you. "For almost dying, you sure are a teenage boy with your thoughts"

Your voice pulled him back, snapping his eyes up to yours he smiled. "That obvious?" Your hand had gone to his wrist rubbing circles into his skin as he did the same to your face.

Your head went forward, forehead to forehead. A sweet little moment between you two. "Don't die. I know what you do is dangerous, but I don't think I can handle seeing you crawl into my room like this again." he nodded his head, yours moving with his.

You felt far away from him too far, using what strength he had left he pulled you into his lap, straddling him, your breath hitched.

"I won't, I promise." his hand left your thigh holding out his pinky. It was cheeky, yes, but he would.

Both of your breaths were heavy, and the tension in the room was filled again. It's like he knew because he would lean in to ghost over your lips, yet pull away. 'asshole'

"Kiss me already," your voice was laced with annoyance.

Pulling you in from the back of your head, your lips crashed together, and it felt different. This kiss was hungry. It was needy. His hands went over the curves of your body, trailing under the t-shirt, gripping the back of your back, pulling you towards him if possible.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, the curls all broken apart, pulling it softly, earning a moan from him.

Your body was thinking faster than your mind, rocking back and forth on him. The feeling of his body tensing, pulling away to kiss your jaw, then your neck. Your head fell back, giving him more access. His lips were soft against your skin, his teeth grazing your skin as he left love bites, both of you, a moaning mess.

"Ethan" moaning out his name was something you both dreamed of "we- shouldn't- not- not now-" your words kept getting broken up from the feeling of him sucking your neck, and how his hands gripped your hips moving you more.

"Why?" he voice was muffled from being in your neck. He knew it wasn't the right time since he was so beaten up. His hands loosed up on your hips, and a whine could be heard from you. That didn't stop him from peppering your neck and face with kisses thought.

"Fine. We'll stop, but next time, I won't quit as easily. " he pulled his face out of your neck so he could look at you. Your face was red, with a smirk on it.

"Let's just lay here then," you crawled off of his lap. You laid down, following you, and he pulled you so close that you were basically on top of him again.

"I'm fine with that." he looked down, kissing the top of your head before sleep took over his body.

[beetheyapper]

40 Instances of Chaotic Academia in My First Semester of College (YAY!)

I've had this cooking for months now, so I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. If you don't think these things are chaotic academia, I would like to firstly make it clear that I am a student at a university pursuing a degree in English, so everything I do at school is kind of inherently academic. Some of these, though, I admittedly am just sharing because I find them funny or ironic. Yay for entertainment!

This list spans my entire first semester of college, so it is quite extensive and I've hidden it with the cut. If you decide to look through, I hope you can get a giggle out of my agony. Thank you for your time <3

Chatting eagerly with my creative writing professor as she moved to the next class she had to teach—she was probably slightly annoyed by my presence, but willing to humor me as we climbed down flights of stairs—about my desire to be a writer and professor like she is. I want her job. I want it badly.

Hanging out and studying on the Quad (a plaza of sorts in front of the campus's main library) and getting acorns THROWN AT ME by a squirrel

Writing an entire essay as I was attacked by the aforementioned squirrel. The style of essay was inspired by Ross Gay's novel, The Book of Delights, which I read for my creative writing class, and yes, the squirrel was discussed.

Reading a passage from my American Literature homework aloud to my roommate to see if maybe she could grasp what the fuck it was saying. I gave up on this reading after pouring over it for about twenty minutes with only the slightest comprehension. (I hate the puritans)

Entertaining myself after my roommate has gone to sleep by watching video essays

On that topic, finding a video essay that I wholeheartedly disagreed with, and was moderately peeved by, and still watching it until the end.

Cutting up an old Van Gogh-themed calendar and using the images as wall decor.

Hanging a poster print of The Kiss by Klimt on one wall in our living room, and across from it is an awful drawing I made of "Micarus."*

This one is kind of just chaotic and sacralige, but the magnet hanging on our fridge of what appears to be an ai-generated (I know, I know. It was in Five Below, okay?) image of Jesus dunking a basketball. On it are the words: "He Is Rizzen"

My inability to refrain from writing the most attrocious run-on sentences

Having about 15 tabs open at all times on my laptop. It's astonishing that it hasn't crashed on me yet (someone knock on wood for me please—none of the wood in my dorm is real)

Joining the only student-run publishing press in the country in prose & poetry editing and acquisitions. IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN.

Having friends over for my 19th birthday and making them play Clue because it’s my favorite board game. Then, after everyone went home, going to the club with my older sister just to dance

Spending all of my dining dollars on coffees and teas to sip on and get me through study sessions/morning classes

Writing an essay at a football game because I’ll be damned if I miss it but I’ll be even more damned if I fail a class

Going to the library to study only to get absolutely nothing done because I accidentally spent the entire time rambling

Cranking out a wonderfully-written, two-page essay in an hour the day it's due only to FAIL because I accidentally submitted it as a .docx instead of a .pdf and my professor took FIFTY PERCENT OFF for that.

Going out to coffee with my American Literature professor because not only is it an extra credit opportunity in the class I bombed the essay for, but also just because I want to talk about literature

Watching an entire video essay breaking down "Nature" by Emerson as I do my makeup before class

Acting like a victorian child dying of the plague because I got an upper respiratory infection that lasted like two and a half weeks.

Using one of the shelves in my closet to hold my books because I unfortunately do not have an actual bookshelf

Having four seperate items related to Edgar Allen Poe. I love that sad freaky man

Having Daisy Jones and the Six in between The Picture of Dorian Gray and Pride and Prejudice on the aforementioned “shelf”

Getting myself a journal from a local bookstore that looks like a fancy hardcover edition of The Great Gatsby

Stressing over my American Lit midterm and studying with two friends for it at a local coffee shop for like six hours.

Having to make a dramatic video inspired by a verse of “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman. I made it the day it was due 🙂‍↕️

Going the ENTIRE semester without my glasses because I couldn’t find them, then finding them my first day home for winter break.

Going out to the gay bar with my friend, sleeping over at her dorm, and then binge-watching the entire Hobbit trilogy the next day as we analyzed all of the differences between the films and book

Attending a “gala” on a whim, not realizing it was being hosted by the local ballroom dancing group. i showed up tipsy and overdressed

Constantly complaining about the architecture of the buildings on campus because there’s one that looks really cool and has a lot of intricate architectural elements, and then the rest are mediocre

repeatedly visiting the oldest building on campus (which has been turned into a museum) not only for the history and aesthetics of it, but also partially just to hold the sword

changing my autocorrect settings so that my acronyms turn into (roughly) shakespearean english. (example: “omg” becomes “O, by mine own holy grace!”) i did this for no reason other than I Thought It Would Be Funny. my actions plague me to this day.

repeatedly pondering changing my minors (so far I have gone world lit -> creative writng -> creative writing + latin -> creative writing + world lit)

making tomb stone decorations for halloween of famous gothic/horror authors

a continuation of the previous one, accidentally writing "Bram Stroker" instead of Bram Stoker. who stroking they bram rn

sitting in a coffee shop and writing fanfiction that I will never publish on ao3 purely for my own enjoyment. i should have been studying

talking to random french people** about literature and poetry even though i was supposed to be talking about something else

trying various new coffee shops around town because i'm a freshman and i'm trying to find the spot

telling myself i was going to set aside an hour every day to read (in an attempt to finish the many books on my tbr) and failing after like two days

quoting (from memory) "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe verbatim to my boyfriend in the middle of the night because we were holding a flashlight under our faces like kids telling ghost stories

*Micarus was born from a discussion about Icarus between me and my roommate. She accidentally said "Micarus," and after a shared chuckle at the thought, followed it up with "Mickey Mouse when he flies too close to the sun."

**for my french 102 class I had to do a few "TalkAbroad" sessions which is essentially just a zoom call with a french speaker of your choosing

[venus-elyxir111]

31st March 2025~

Day 5 of Blogging- Monday~

Last night I got some absolutely atrocious sleep and so I've been fighting going for a nap all day so I don't fuck up my sleep schedule even more.

But, I'm getting an early night tonight and I got all my work done for the week so I can just revise and prepare for the shit load of homework that I'm gonna get in the Easter Holidays.

Also I absolutely cooked in English lit today because we were talking about isolation and identity in The Handmaid's Tale and I went off on one and talked about personal autonomy and female solidarity so my literature teacher loves me.

My schedule for today was:

8.45-10.35am- English Lit Handmaid's Tale

10.35-10.50am- Break

10.50-12.15pm- Cheeky long chat with friends

12.15-14.30pm- Walked home and had lunch

14.30-16.30pm- Politics and French Homework

I got ahead and did all my homework for the week so I can literally just revise in the library for the rest of the week.

Thank you for reading loves, hope you had a great day <333

[ahopkins1965]

If you have an IQ of 170, this means that you are gifted as well as a genius when it comes to IQ. My IQ is 115 and I am considered as above average. My IQ has decreased considerably since the year 1995. This is the year that I had graduated from the University of Toledo and I was 30 years old. 30 year later my IQ score has decreased because of age and Diabetes right now. However, I do practice taking Quizzes just to stay sharp mentally and psychologically. At this time, I really would like for everyone to please pray for me because Alzheimers and Dementia runs in our family. I am not going to claim it. The only thing I am saying is that I really need your prayers because I am suffering from Schizoid Affective Disorder and Diabetes. I am also suffering from Epilepsy right now. I do remember 30 years ago on this date June 17, 1995; I have graduated from the University of Toledo with my Bachelors Degree in Interdisciplinary Studies. I have earned a total of 235 college credit hours from taking my classes in Social Work and Interdisciplinary Studies. I have done much better in college than in high school because I was a Juvenile Delinquency and I didn't really attend school because I had been bullied by kids that were larger than me. Frankly, my sister used to beat me up. She is decreased right now. I really miss my mother and sister because they have died 45 days apart from each other. I also used to do all of my nieces and nephews homework for them. I told my nephews to rewrite their homework because my handwriting was different. One of my nephews turned in his homework as it is, and he got suspended from school for 10 days for plagiarism. I want to admit that I was paid to do my friends homework because they didn't grasp it during class. I had a tape recorder while I was in school. My nieces and nephews were not as fortunate like me. Although I graduated from Paul Laurence Dunbar High School three years late with a 1.1 Grade Point Average. I graduated last in my class because I was a 20 year old student but I had completed my goal. I practiced every single day of the week and I went to the Dayton Montgomery County Public Library in Dayton Ohio every single day for 4 years straight. From January 3, 1982 until December 31, 1988, I went to the Library throughout the years. I am going to be honest with everyone by saying that I am not academically gifted. I am a C average writer and student. My favorite classes in school were in History, Political Science, Social Studies, Marriage and Family, and finally English Composition and Grammar. I also did very well in my Social Work classes as well. Like they say: Practice Makes Perfect! God Loves You and God is Always with You Ma'am and Sir! God Bless You 🙌 🙏 ❤️

[hfzjep]

PERSEVERANCE : THE MOTHER OF SUCCESS

My Journal – Week One

18 September , Wednesday , I went to my writing class at the campus . Everything went well even I am feeling tired but I am still motivated. We had a great discussion in that writing class about skills in writing and I have got my assignment done without taking so much time. Despite all the happiness and joy , I still have to face some problem mastering the writing skills itself but I know I can face the problem because my lecturer always got my back . I have learnt a lot this week and one of that is I do understand and realize the importance of perseverance which even when the subjects get tough , it’s crucial to keep asking questions and asking help from my friends or lecturers.

My Journal – Week Two

24 September , Tuesday , today is my big day , I have got a presentation to be done for my lecture. I am feeling anxious and worried at the same time. After a few hours my classes is done. I managed to present well and it went better than I expected and I managed to complete my English assignment and there were still some homework need to be done. That day I realized that I have got some problem in balancing homework for multiple subjects. I have to manage my time well and arrange tasks from important to less important but I am able to keep myself calm and relax because I always remember Sun Yat Sen used to say that “The key to success is action and the essential in action is perseverance”. I also realized that my preparation really pays off and practice helps ease anxiety.

My Journal – Week Three

1 October , Tuesday , I am feeling reflective. After a tough week I finally able to finished a tough assignment that I had been putting off. I took a break and I spent my time reflecting on my week and the progress I have made. It was tiring but I am happy I went through many tough day without any trouble. Despites all the happy moment , I also had a moment of doubt about my abilities , but I remembered to stay focus. I also remind myself that rest is also part of perseverance. At last , I can summarize that self-doubt can creep in , but perseverance can help me overcome it and also taking care of myself is essential to stay persistent . I have set my goals for the next few weeks such as stay on top of homework , ask for help when needed , and make time for relaxation basically.

[raw-law]

Pride months over (unfortunately), and ill be back in school by the end of july.. I HATE HIGH SCHOOL T-T

Im a smart kid according to what my other classmates say and they think i just get by easily (I DONT). I hate our school system so much i even considered my career in the department of education ^_^

Every single day i wake up at around 4 ish, i dont even set an alarm anymore because my eyes just automatically open around those times since i got used to doing all the time. My house is pretty far from school and bc the road is kind of narrow, traffic jams happen alllll the time so i had to leave early too. Did i mention how HOT it in our country, like regardless if its summer or not it feels as if you're a rotisserie chicken in a microwave. There were at least 13 or 15 students who fainted due to heat stroke and im one of them. One of the guys in my class were playing basketball and fainted during a match bc of heat stroke, when he woke up they still made him play :// we have to arrive at school before 6:40am, the gate closes after.. no, we dont have school buses for some reason. Everyday the teachers expect us to know every lesson so we would get to do quizzes right after the lecture. We have 10 subjects in total and everyday we have homework. Every two weeks we have exams. After those exams we get back to the lectures but we have projects that are due right before exams, we have 1 project per subject but nc we have to finish it before exams, that'll be 2 weeks. So 10 projects done in 2 weeks, along with homework. School ends at around 4pm but since i live a bit far + traffic, i arrive home at 6. I do chores for an hour and i have to eat dinner so i finish at 8 ish. I have to do my projects and homework for 4 hours which is barely enough time (i make up for it during lunch break so i tend to forget to eat which leads to me not understanding the very short lessons the teachers give). For 1 hour i study my current lessons and if i have time i advance study future lessons. I go to sleep at 1am. Once a month, our class gets an earful by teachers because we dont finish our tasks and we'll eventually fail. Aughshhhhhhhh Ill have to repeat this cycle for a couple more years but i genuinely hope theres a better school out there that ill like that wont treat me like garbage.

Anyways, Light, L, if you guys put yourselves in my shoes, do you think you would survive a whole year studying in my school?

L:

honestly, that sounds a lot like the experiences i've had with the educational system, save for the part about heatstrokes. (that sounds... highly concerning...)

i ended up attending a college preparatory school after passing the qualifications needed to get in. seems very similar to the circumstances you seem to be facing. waking up at 4 a.m., getting home two hours late because of traffic, taking quizzes right after lectures and overall just being expected to stay at the top of everything. very hellish overall, and that's only school. that's not even taking account the rest of life's cruelty.

i was lucky to make it out with a 4.0 last year, but it came at the cost of.. well. revolving life around academia and nothing else.

so, to answer your question, i do think i'd survive since i know what it's like to be in your shoes. you're definitely not alone in this suffering. however, since i understand said suffering, i would never willingly go through another version of it unless i was gaining something incredibly worthwhile, and i'm also deeply sorry that you have to experience such a horrid system at all.. good luck, soldier.

Light:

Well, actually, our school system here is rather notorious for producing gifted burnout kids, though we did score first for Math, Science and English in some standardised test whose name I can't remember.

It's hard, honestly. We're expected to plan school events and study and organise things among our classes and participate in school clubs and take third language classes. And since our school is the top school in my country we're learning things that normally we'd only learn 2 years later. At least, that's been my experience. And I know classmates who can't take the stress and have breakdowns one day, or who go to the toilet and cry because their A1 grade isn't a 'high enough A1). This is my second year in this school, and for the first I've been lucky enough to maintain the highest grades for all my subjects, but this year it's getting harder and the only way I'm getting through it is by studying.

You're definitely not alone. Hopefully it'll come as more of a comfort if you know we're all in this together. You can do it! And good luck, we're always here for you if you need it.

[bvannn]

Weekly Update February 2, 2024

I think I’m mostly better. The medicine I take is once a week, and it’s supposed to last me all week. Last week it brought me through about Tuesday, this week I was good until Wednesday, hopefully next week it’ll last the full week. I’m doing fine today too because Fridays are when I administer it. I think I’ll be fine real soon. Unfortunately I am swamped with homework, but I can manage it pretty soon.

This week as far as art projects was mainly me messing with music. I found the trick to getting good electronic instruments, and that is a little free plugin called Krush. I don’t know why music software companies like mortal kombat so much that they spell everything like that, but the ones that do make nice stuff so I won’t judge. I also started fiddling with Melodies for some instrumental themes for OCs, Shaun and Romeo are first up for that, planning to make progress tonight. Cleaned up my other project files as well and found a nice bass and drum line I must’ve made while I was delirious on medicine after surgery bc I don’t remember making it but it sounds nice so I’ll keep it. I’m the process of cleaning up a Zelda medley, I’ll probably post the piano version of that alongside the full instrumental. Finally, another one that’s set for vocals even though I technically haven’t finished the first one. I’m impulsive. The first one is just missing vocals and lyrics really so once I’m in a good headspace I’ll try to lyric out both of these in one go and fiddle with vocaloid after I know what words I want.

I also finally started prodding at Vocaloid 5. I’m going with v5 over v4 because it has a more user friendly UI and I’m under the impression that the attack and release feature is unique to v5, although I may be wrong on that. I’m still not sure exactly which voicebanks I’ll want to use, obviously the Kagamines would be a good choice because having a male and female option packaged together is cool, but the Zolas are also a package deal and have a bit more variation amongst them. I’m not sure how well they do English though, since they’re not built for it. I mean I guess people won’t really care, people still seem to be big fans of the Vflower English songs even though she’s also not built for english *or the genre most of those songs are* and they eat them up anyway. The Zolas are also less marketable than the Kagamines or Vflower, though. Also I guess Miku is an option and probably an inevitability if I do start making vocaloid music but I don’t need to start with her, you know? Idk maybe I’ll keep working on song stuff and consider which vocal fits the best, maybe I’ll draw them a bit too, see how much demand there is.

I haven’t been doing any comic work because I’ve still been sick, plus now I’m waffling since I don’t have a big animation project anymore and I guess I could fill the void by making that project an animation, but I’m still unsure. It might be smart to do both, and at a minimum my thumbnailing out the comic makes sure that everything is paced correctly and the dialogue flows. Tonight I’m hoping to pick back up where I left of before I got sick: I had finished the first third of the first ‘episode’, and was moving on to act 2.

Today especially I’ve been bit by the TTRPG bug again and kinda want to write out and draw stuff for that, but normally I do my best conceptual writing while I’m delirious in bed after my sleep medicine is kicked in but before I fall asleep. I stayed up late last night alternating between chemistry homework and playing ghost trick so tonight should be a good night for writing. Maybe I’ll get more comic outline writing done too, who knows.

And finally I also just really need to get more drawings done. I posted those epithet challenge ones the other day, which people seem to like. And I really want to do a drawing of Lynne, I like her because she reminds me of an OC of mine, can’t say which one or why though because that’s a spoiler for both characters. I really need to do more art in general, so I threw together a wheel of small little doodles to do, but all that still relies on me having free time, which is a lot scarcer now that I’m working. Still, if I get back into the habit of chugging out those comic pages, I can probably do a little more.

I’m still not sure what to do tonight. I keep flipping back and forth over whether I want to do music or drawing, and end up with little in the way of posting. I did find out that I can post audio to tumblr easy now, so I’ll try to do that more often. Idk. I’m exhausted from today specifically, and this past week has been busy, but I’m hoping it’ll die down and I can do more this upcoming week.

[amarantine-amirite]

Ripple Effect

Eleanor was the last person to exit the school on the last day before Christmas break. Or so she thought. Two tenth graders hid in her blind spot, followed her, and then shoved her into a locker.

Those two dipshits had marked days off on their calendars as they eagerly counted down the days to the week before Christmas, the week they could be as naughty as they wanted. One of them found a loophole in the Naughty And Nice List. If Santa checks who's been naughty or nice all year, there is a seven-day grace period before Christmas where you can be as naughty as you want and get away with it.  

Only the threat of getting coal in their stockings kept those two kids in line. With the fear of not getting gifts gone, both of them metastasized into complete psychopaths.

And the result? When the holiday break ended two weeks later, the school custodial staff had to remove Eleanor’s cold, lifeless, emaciated body from the locker. The family couldn’t host a funeral until the first week of February due to a simple condition known as a lack of money.

Eleanor’s funeral left much to be desired. They had the funeral in the auditorium at school because it was the cheapest place Eleanor’s parents could afford. They had Eleanor cremated ahead of time. Her ashes sat in a Murano glass vase. Other than a minister, speakers included Eleanor’s mother, those grad students of hers who never knew what they were talking about, a few teachers, and all 72 kids in tenth grade. Their attendance was mandatory. 

Yolanda showed up wearing a black and green dotted mermaid dress with a high slit, feather hemline, and frilly halter corset top, a four-layer necklace with an oversize cross, fishnet stockings, and black vinyl boots. Her boobs nearly fell out of the dress and it fit tightly enough to grab her rolls of fat. She also brought her guitar with her.

Lily-Anne may have arrived in a more tasteful outfit than Yolanda, but she was definitely in a worse state of mind. Even though she showed up all cried out, she was so upset over the loss of Eleanor but she had trouble walking and couldn’t keep anything down. Adelaide had to help Lily-Anne to her seat, but she couldn’t go anywhere near her until she was empty. Waiting until Lily-Anne stopped throwing up took way longer than it should’ve. 

Yolanda looked around and saw the kids pull out their notebooks and go over their speeches. Penelope tapped Lily-Anne’s shoulder and asked, “Lily-Anne, what happened to your notebook?”

Lily-Anne sat there in disbelief. “What?” she gasped quietly.  

“You know, after these guys are done, then we have to give speeches”

Lily-Anne shook her head. “That's a joke, right?” she asked tensely. 

“No joke,” Yolanda reacted, “It's like 75% percent of your English grade, too.” She gestured to her guitar. “I’m already covered because I’m doing that thing with Eddie, Penelope, and Adelaide.” 

Not only were the speeches or musical performances worth 75% of the kids' English grades, but the school would live stream the student speeches on the internet for everyone in the world to see and possibly laugh at. The teachers received instructions from Eleanor's family to factor online responses into the grade.

 “That's just not right,” Lily-Anne whined, “It's bad enough that my best friend just died, but now they made her funeral into a homework assignment? That is beyond wrong.” She then made a beeline to the champagne bucket because she felt like she was going to barf, but only got as far as falling out of her seat.

“Hey, you're lucky, Eddie whispered, “I still have to go up there and play the violin. I'm so nervous.”

“But you play the violin well, you don't need to be nervous,” Yolanda commented, completely ignoring the fact that Lily-Anne still lay on the floor. Thankfully, she just dry heaved. 

Eddie blinked. “Uh…no. I don't. If my dad finds out I can't play the violin, he'll kill me.”

Sadly, Eddie had a point. He can't read a note of music and most likely never showed up for a single lesson. 

Meanwhile, Adelaide had a problem far bigger than Eddie’s incompetence. Everybody would see the frets on her upright bass.

After sound waves go in your ear and bounce off of your eardrum, it goes into something in your inner ear that looks like a snail shell. The snail shell converts it into the signal your brain registers a sound. However; Adelaide’s brain isn’t connected to the snail shell. As a result, she’s completely deaf.

Because of this, she has frets on her upright bass. People who play string instruments in the violin family freak out if you have frets. They go on and on about how "it ruins the sound", "if you have frets, you'll never learn how to play properly" and so on.

The frets are an assistive device, not a crutch. It’s like a blind person having a screen reader on their computer. She didn't have time to tell a crowd of edgy strangers to stop fretting about frets. 

As the event progressed, Adelaide realized she didn’t have much to be concerned about as she thought. Her classmates gave terrible speeches full of garbage not even remotely related to who Eleanor was as a person, or even how she died. Nearly all of them had read the Wikipedia page for some random court case, didn't understand it, and panicked accordingly. Someone well-versed in law would have responded to them with OK, English is not your first language, you don't have a law degree, you're 16 years old, and you wrote this at 2 AM when you couldn’t sleep, shut up. 

Only one kid didn’t do this. Kevin somehow thought the funeral was a theater audition. Nobody knows what kind of play he was auditioning for as his “audition” consisted of juggling invisible fruits. 

The other thing you could do for this assignment was a musical performance. Only 11 kids took this route. The five solo performances, duet, and quartet were slightly better than the speeches, but not much. The bulk of the kids couldn't sing, nor could they play instruments. They all played either “My Heart Will Go On” or “Over the Rainbow”

Yolanda, Eddie, Adelaide, and Penelope took the stage. Had Eddie worn something better than denim shorts and a tuxedo T-shirt or Yolanda‘s outfit had been less ostentatious and fit better, they would’ve looked exactly like a Celtic Woman knockoff.

They played “Eternal Flame” by The Bangles. Or at least, just Yolanda and Adelaide did. It became obvious that Eddie couldn’t really play the violin. Penelope gave him a bad time. 

Penelope shot Eddie a glare comparable to a cat who wants his litter box cleaned out. "It's not that hard, Eddie. C, D, and G," she uttered with an edge of disgust, her frustration evident.

She glared as Eddie continued to watch SpongeBob SquarePants on his phone. "Your father said you played beautifully,” Penelope barked, “What gives?" Her patience with Eddie wore thin.

Eddie's eyes darted around. He quickly realized that this was the moment everyone could see through his lie.

Out of nowhere, Adelaide uncorked this hilarious rap during the bridge:

death blow

when someone blows you up, it's not you

it's something else entirely, like puking on the laundry

death blow, we're gonna miss the death blow

I'm a soft banana, yo

please to make me feel like something 

feel like absolutely nothing

what the hell was that?

You’d be forgiven for not understanding why Adelaide decided to do that. It probably didn’t matter. Only a handful of people reacted to it. 

The drama teacher shrugged his shoulders and mouthed "What?" The chemistry teacher looked down at his hip flask and wondered what the hell he just drank. One of the parent chaperones tried not to laugh. The superintendent shook her head. What the hell was that, indeed. 

Everybody else either felt excruciating emotional pain because someone so young had died so suddenly or felt fed up with being force-fed blustery rhetoric interspersed with awkward renditions of so-called “important” songs like "My Heart Will Go On" and "Over the Rainbow". 

Thanks to Kevin's disastrous “audition”, the video of the funeral went viral. Some record executives saw the music performances. By some miracle, the duo and three of the soloists got signed to a record label. As for Yolanda and Adelaide, they got the opportunity to write the theme song for the next James Bond movie. 

@lyralit

[sweetlikehoneyjaune]

Studyblr update:

I just finished my second Diplomado (I don't know how to translate this word to English)

I sing up for my next Diplomado. I will start next week.

I found difficult to do self study for the PET exam because I have no free time to plan every study session, so I sing up for a preparation course online. I'm also starting this one next week.

I did a research last summer and I got invited to do a lecture about it, of course I said yes, so I'm giving the lecture on October 25th or 26th.

I'm doing my social service at a research program at university, We haven't done much progress there tbh but It has been fun.

Also my everyday classes and homework at university are part of my study routine.

I think that's all.

It's been a really busy week and next week I'm starting new projects so it will be even more busy but I'm excited to see what October brings.

[litnerd]

Study update - semester break (feb/march 2025)

Hey ho y'all. I haven't updated in a while so here's what's been going on:

- somehow survived all my exams. Got a 2.7, a 1.3 and a 1.7 in German and a 4.0 (pass) in the only English literature course I was taking (more about that later lol)

- I passed my German sign language exam

- I'm now taking an online Korean course and it's still a lot of fun learning Korean. I will probably do the higher level one too once I've finished this one.

So, let's continue with what my next university semester shall look like once the break ends in April. These are my courses (after page break) :

- German main lecture

- German linguistics 1.2 (seminar)

- German Mediävistik (medieval German) (seminar)

- medieval German lecture

- German literature (seminar)

- German sign language 2 (lecture)

- German sign language 2 (seminar)

- Medieval English (basically swapped modules to take this instead of semantics and pragmatics, which was the course I dropped out of last year. A man gotta admit his defeat...)

- Medieval English (lecture)

- British Cultural studies (lecture)

As you can see there are quite a few lectures awaiting me next semester... and my attitude towards lectures has never been good. I tend to just. Not go.

Remember how I wanted to talk about my 4.0 in my English literature exam, which was an insane close call? Yeah. I went to 2 lectures and paid attention to...like...half of ONE of the lectures. I studied day and night for 2 weeks straight to somehow squeeze all the information in my head and SOMEHOW I managed to pass even though I hadn't read any of the books we were supposed to read. In German we call this Bulimielernen aka you stuff yourself with information to puke them out during the exam and forget about them immediately once the exam is done. It's always been my problem that I do this. I'm the king of procrastination and it tends to somehow work out for me (I'm very good at memorizing things, have always been great at vocabulary tests for example) but this time it was extremely, extremely uncomfortable and nerve wracking. I don't want to repeat these two weeks ever again in my life. Never. I also feel like this way of consuming information is slowly but surely ruining my ability to remember anything at all. Might also be adhd but I have serious concentration issues.

So with this disclaimer. Here comes my plan for next semester (and the preperation before the semester)

Preperation:

- go through all the old sign language slides to refresh my knowledge before the course starts

- fix my sleep schedule. YES I AM STILL AT IT but I know I can do it. I've done it before.

Semester:

- read all the books for cultural studies immediately

- go to all the lectures (or at least!! to medieval English, medieval German and British Cultural studies!)

- do homework

- prepare for seminars (it makes it so much easier, I noticed that during my German literature seminar last semester and I'm doing the same thing for Korean atm cause attending the lessons would be way too stressful if I didn't do it)

- do sign language exercises regularly

- start preparing for exams at least 3 weeks prior (this plus going to the lectures is kind of the most important point. 3 weeks isn't that long but for me personally it's the max time I've ever spend in preperation for any exam (my A-levels) so it has to suffice for now.)

So. Yup. There we are. Idk when you'll get the next update but this is it for now. See you!

[amywyn13]

Freshman year. Stuck in the English class with the bitch who announced “I’ll just tell you now, I hate Freshman” on the first day of class. Apparently she was cooler to her Seniors. The other Freshman English teacher had his students desks arranged in two semicircles, put all the girls in the front row, and would “drop” his pen or chalk or whatever in front of the girls wearing skirts. Everyone knew to take a jacket to drape over their knees in his class if you wore a skirt. But that’s a whole other rant. Back to me in Ms. Bitch’s class.

I’m a quiet slacker. I’m not good at doing homework unless I find it interesting (math and science, yes, English and History, no), but I’m really, REALLY good at tests, so I’m making pretty solid Cs and Bs even with missing about half of my homework (I’m making As in Algebra and Biology). English is a B. It’s easy and BORING. Ms. Bitch for the most part has never noticed I exist except to rant about Freshman in general when my homework wasn’t completed. But I ace every test so…

We’re in the last 2 weeks of school. All the major stuff has been done. Papers have already been turned in, at this point it’s mostly reviewing for the final test. We’ve got homework due and handouts we’re reviewing in class. I woke up late this morning. Ran out with my backpack with all my books, but forgot my Trapper Keeper on the floor of my room. Every other teacher is fine with this. Or it’s just too late in the yet to care, and they’re all like whatever, just bring your shit tomorrow, kay? Ms. Bitch is irritated I don’t have my homework. Visibly irritated, but we move on. Then it’s time to take out the handouts. Which, being loose paper, are also in my folder at home. She flips the fuck out and says if I can’t bring my supplies to class then I have no business being there at all and should just go sit in the office. Which I did. And also cried for the entire 10 minutes of class that was left at that point.

I refused to take the Senior year English class because she was the only one who taught it. And it wasn’t required for graduation.

Yes I’m still mad about it. 36 years later.

Curious because this is the Boring Nerd™️ website apparently so I'm interested to see if that started young.

Don't count instances where you didn't get caught, I want to hear about the stuff you did that was stupid and blatant and had repercussions.

[alexvanhok]

Feel overwhelmed. Like, literally. There's a lot things to do at the same time: I need to call vet 'bout my dog, I already called him once, he didn't answer. If he wouldn't answer again, then I'll need to call and go to the nearest vet clinic, so my woo can get help. Because he still feels really bad. In the same time I need to visit my friend-bro in the mental hospital, and I'm already a bit late, and there's just 2 hours for meetings, so I'm just losing my time with him... My studying finally started, cause I received all the access in the Thursday evening, and all education is on English, and it's like really hard between 2 languages: like, outside lessons I need to use my native, but then I'm coming back for homework and then I already need English. Just crazy, it's so insane so I already started to use much more English slang and words while speaking native, also I'm started to think on English like 50/50, some thought still on native, but then it's come out as "such a fucking fuck I'm having now in my life" and I think I'm slowly driving crazy.

Then it's turning into troubles with money, salary and work at all. I starting thinking 'bout I need Web-Designer portfolio, so I can get a better job where salary would be at least 20 thousand rubles, not just 10, after that it's coming up to "I need take some orders on freelance", but it also not as easy as people think. Then it's coming to I dunno what to do with my Tattoo-Artist career, cause if ur tattooer u need social media with target marketing, u need to regularly post smth and at least once at week you need to post ur new work, but i still don't have any clients at all, like for last 3 months it were just 3 people. And that's it. I'm disappointed, because I was working really hard and there's nothing I got for that.

Also there's thing abt routines and my health at all, I'd been at dentist clinic, doctor saud I need to brush my teeth like every day, 2 times (basic), but i need to spent for that at least 20 minutes, now i have 2 brushes, so i need use first one, which is usual, with toothpaste and with indicator which shows you how much ur teeth is dirty, and brush them till thus indicator wouldn't shows pink, and after that one more brush, and this one you need to brush teeth like every single one, tooth my tooth. Also I have antidepressants every evening, every morning - man juice, also sometimes I need to take a shower, I need to eat everyday, so that's mean I need to cook everyday, and I need to have breakfast always, I need to have lunch always, I need to have dinner at least sometimes, then maybe I'll need to give smth my dog everyday, also some facewash everyday, everyday exercises on press, all that,

So I'm mostly done. Too much. I can't handle that amount of everything in the same time, something will fall down. The question is what concretely will.

[ahopkins1965]

If you have an IQ of 170, this means that you are gifted as well as a genius when it comes to IQ. My IQ is 115 and I am considered as above average. My IQ has decreased considerably since the year 1995. This is the year that I had graduated from the University of Toledo and I was 30 years old. 30 year later my IQ score has decreased because of age and Diabetes right now. However, I do practice taking Quizzes just to stay sharp mentally and psychologically. At this time, I really would like for everyone to please pray for me because Alzheimers and Dementia runs in our family. I am not going to claim it. The only thing I am saying is that I really need your prayers because I am suffering from Schizoid Affective Disorder and Diabetes. I am also suffering from Epilepsy right now. I do remember 30 years ago on this date June 17, 1995; I have graduated from the University of Toledo with my Bachelors Degree in Interdisciplinary Studies. I have earned a total of 235 college credit hours from taking my classes in Social Work and Interdisciplinary Studies. I have done much better in college than in high school because I was a Juvenile Delinquency and I didn't really attend school because I had been bullied by kids that were larger than me. Frankly, my sister used to beat me up. She is decreased right now. I really miss my mother and sister because they have died 45 days apart from each other. I also used to do all of my nieces and nephews homework for them. I told my nephews to rewrite their homework because my handwriting was different. One of my nephews turned in his homework as it is, and he got suspended from school for 10 days for plagiarism. I want to admit that I was paid to do my friends homework because they didn't grasp it during class. I had a tape recorder while I was in school. My nieces and nephews were not as fortunate like me. Although I graduated from Paul Laurence Dunbar High School three years late with a 1.1 Grade Point Average. I graduated last in my class because I was a 20 year old student but I had completed my goal. I practiced every single day of the week and I went to the Dayton Montgomery County Public Library in Dayton Ohio every single day for 4 years straight. From January 3, 1982 until December 31, 1988, I went to the Library throughout the years. I am going to be honest with everyone by saying that I am not academically gifted. I am a C average writer and student. My favorite classes in school were in History, Political Science, Social Studies, Marriage and Family, and finally English Composition and Grammar. I also did very well in my Social Work classes as well. Like they say: Practice Makes Perfect! God Loves You and God is Always with You Ma'am and Sir! God Bless You 🙌 🙏 ❤️

[simp4pedropascal75]

“Only you and me.” (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Word count:1,6K

summary: Its your graduation day, one of the most important days in your whole life, but your dad misses the ceremony, although he promised he would be there... (happy ending)

trigger warnings: some curse words, just a short mention of anxiety, angst (but with a happy ending)

This is my first post of a oneshot and I mentioned in my Introduction that English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes, please tell me then:) I hope you’ll like it, enjoy <3

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Y/N’s POV

Today is your graduation, finally. You worked so hard for this and you’re even class best, but you wouldn’t have done it without your dad. Since your mother left it has always been you and your dad, Pedro Pascal. He always gave you the comfort you need, helped you in every situation and has given you courage. He tried to help you with your homework since you’re in school and tried to get to every football match or school performance you had. But having a dad who’s a very famous actor, isn’t always that fun. The older you got, the more you could take care of yourself and didn’t need a grown-up to look after you that long anymore. But Pedro still tried to always be there on any events, but it got more that he didn’t had time, because of a new project he was working on or just some work stuff. But you know he tried the best as he could and that’s one of the reasons why you loved him so much.

Now you’re 17 and it’s the day of your graduation. You dad wasn’t at home now, because he has a meeting with some directors, because of the new series “The Last Of Us”, where he’s playing Joel and you’re pretty proud of him that he got this role, but he promised he’ll be there when your graduation begins.

Now it’s only five minutes till your graduation starts. You look nervous through the hall, where already all family members of the students sit, but you don’t find your dad sitting anywhere. You gulp. “He’ll come, I’m sure… He’s your dad, and he would never miss your graduation, he still has five minutes”, your best friend says while laying her hand on your shoulder. You nod. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” You say to her with a nervous smile, and you wait.

Pedro’s POV

The meeting went longer than planned because the directors had to talk about so much. I told them, that I must go, but they kept me there. And now, I`m sitting in my car and there’s traffic right in front of me. I look at the time and I only have two minutes left. I take out my phone, wanting to tell her, that I’m in traffic right now, but her phone is turned off. “Mierda!” (Fuck!), I curse while punching against my steering wheel.

Y/N’s POV

Your graduation begins while you’re looking panicking through the whole hall, and you still don’t see him. “Por favor…” (Please), you mumble to yourself, still hoping that he’ll come. The minutes gone by, and it’s already been 30 minutes, and he also missed your speech that you planned on 2 weeks before, which he was so excited to hear. You bite nervously on your lower lip. The graduation ceremony will soon be over, and you’ll be given your classification on stage. “He still has to come… please.” You start thinking why he would come too late, just because he had to go to work this morning? You asked him if he can’t take the day off, but he just gave you’re a forehead kiss, saying that he can’t but he promises he’ll come this afternoon and went to work.

More 15 minutes go by and you’re about to go on stage, you don’t see him anywhere and now you give up any hope. You feel that your eyes begin to water because of the disappointment. You pull yourself together when your name was called and go up the stage with a forced smile.

Pedro’s POV

When I got out of the traffic, I had already been 30 minutes too late. I think I never drove so fast with my car like I did now. I definitely was over the speed limit and got caught by a speeding camera, but I don’t care about that. All I care about was going to the graduation of my little girl. After 15 minutes I got to her school and start running straight to the hall, where the graduation was. I burst through the door, seeing how you got your certificate and a handshake from your principal.

Y/N’s POV

I hear the door open and look cross the hallway, my dad’s eyes are meeting mine. I Immediately start tearing up, giving my principal a handshake, and going off the stage. He walks towards me. “I’m so sorry, mijita…-“ (my daughter), you cut him off. “You promised…” You say to him while a tear is running down your cheek. You can tell that he feels awful, but you do too. You feel so hurt right now. “You fucking promised…” You whisper. “Mi cariño, you don’t know how sorry I am- the meeting went longer than I expected and-“, You cut him off again. “I asked you not to go to work today, dad. You missed my speech, which I worked 2 weeks on! You missed my whole graduation!”, You say a little louder because of frustration and disappointment, but because you don’t want to cause too much attention, you just go to your best friend again. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m sure he didn’t mean it”. You sigh, taking your things. “Let’s just get out of here.” You say to her in a cold tone, trying to hold your emotions back. You go out, following your classmates, who also graduated, to go to your after party you all planned.

Pedro`s POV

I just see her going out the door and I feel so terrible, I can’t even describe it. She was right I shouldn’t have gone to this meeting anyway and if I had taken this whole day off just for her, this all wouldn’t have happened in the first place. I let my hand run through my hair, starting to think how I could make it up to her while walking to my car again.

Y/N’s POV

You went bowling with your former classmates, you had some drinks and ordered pizza, but even if you tried enjoying it, you just couldn’t. You know, its not that your dad didn’t care, you know how sorry he is, but… he really wanted to go to work today. You know he was very happy about the role he got in this series, and you’ve always been understanding.

But just because you’re getting older doesn’t mean that you’re more comfortable with being alone and having less time with your parent, because your inner child, that wants to be with his parents, will always be in your heart.

The evening passes quickly, you go out and you already see your dad with his car to pick you up. You say goodbye to your best friend and get into his car, just being silent. You don’t want to talk right now. You take off your graduating cap, waiting for him to start driving.

You know he wants to say something, but he also knows that you don’t want to talk about it, and he respects it. He starts the engine and drives off. You just look out of the window, looking at the stars. After a while you notice that’s not the way home, you get confused. He stops in front of your school and gets out of the car. “Please come with me”, he says in a calm voice while he’s holding your graduation cap in his hand. You sigh and get out of the car, starting to follow him.

As you follow him, you notice that you’re going back into the hall, where you’re graduation ceremony was. “Why are we here?” You ask him confused, tired of the whole day. You stand in front of the stage, that’s when he turns to you, handing you your sheets, where your speech is written on. “Read it to me.” He says pleadingly. You look up to him, that’s when he puts your graduation cap on your head again. “Please, mija… read it to me.” He whispers and you feel how your eyes start to water, looking directly on the ground again. You just stay silent for a couple of minutes.

 “Okay…” You whisper back, while going slowly on the stage again. He takes a seat in the audience in front of you and you’re getting nervous, even more nervous when your graduation ceremony was. “Its okay, darling. It’s only you and me.”, he says to you with a smile. You can’t hide a slight smile from your lips, take a deep breath and start reading out your speech.

You start talking about your school time, your friends, the teachers and just about the whole school years. At the end, you come to your favorite part.

“All this, I wouldn’t have done without my dad. He was the one who always tried to help me with my homework if I didn’t understood it, he was comforting me at night, when I had nightmares, he comforted me with my anxiety and he had always given me courage to do what I love. Since I can imagine, it has always been us, just me and him. You all know him as the Mandalorian, Oberyn Martell and just as a famous actor. But I know him as my dad, and…” You start crying, gasping a little bit for air, but you pull yourself together.

“he’s just the best dad I could ever dream of.” I finish while looking at him. I see tears running down his cheeks too and he directly comes onto the stage, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Oh, mi cariño… That was beautiful…”, you hear him mumbling while caressing your hair. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there on this important day, you’re right, I should have stayed home with you… I’m so sorry, my love…” He says sobbing and you just hug him tightly. “It’s okay, dad… This was even better.” You say smiling while he lets go of you, taking your hands and looking you directly into your eyes and says.

“Only you and me.”