#I'm reposting this because I had added more on after the fact and i wanted to put it all together

[aritsukemo]

AHHH I'M SORRY I MISSED THIS NURSED!! I STARTED WRITING MY RESPONSE THE DAY I SAW YOUR REPOST BUT SHIT HAPPENED AND I ENDED UP UNABLE TO FOR A MIN I'M SO, SO SORRY 😭

This fic juggled so many elements and honestly it didn't come out the best, though I'm glad you liked it!! As expected, your feedback is great and much appreciated!! :D TYSM ILY AND AGAIN I'M SOOO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR BOTHERING YOU!! :(((

I wanted everything in this fic to correlate directly to Kuni ( aka tell on him ) seeming as Kuni himself is an unreliable narrator. I'm glad you were able to catch onto the purpose of the beeping on a symbolic level I honestly thought no one would since I did such a sucky job.. 😓 That aside, the beeping is also to represent Kunikuzushi's heart rate and overall mental state. From the start of this fic, the damage was done. Kuni had already downed his entire pill bottle of medication and was waiting around for it to finally kill him whiiiiich leads to my next fun fact...or rather, facts.

I myself am not on antidepressants so this fic required extensive research on the topic. That of which lead me to Amitriptyline, a tricyclic antidepressant that can be used to treat major depressive disorder. Though supposedly helpful, this specific medication can worsen the condition of those with bpd, and though it's not common, can cause auditory and visual hallucinations as well as many other side effects.

I wanted to make it as obvious yet as subtle as possible that Kuni had overdose through his hallucinating. Obviously the first and most alarming one being you yourself, who's supposed to be dead at this point. ( Which is why I wanted you to read the 2nd part first cause I felt like you would've easily realized what happened 😞 ) The second, however, ( which I wish I did a better job writing ) being the sudden, singular crunch heard.

So, apparently, pills can end up being 10x more dangerous to the body if they're chewed and ingested rather than swallowed whole because the medicine can seep into bloodstream too fast and possibly cause an overdose or other health complications. I wanted to get as specific as I could in the hallucination so that when the twist is finally revealed, it would be one that made logical sense and the best way I thought of doing that was using you and Kunikuzushi eating noodles to kinda represent that.

Drugs are what lead to both of your deaths ( though, in Kuni's case, it's his direct cause of death ) and, fun fact, I purposely added the fact that you never finished our cup of noodles because it's supposed to show that you didn't finish an entire bottle of pills and overdose on them like he did BUT AGHHH I DID SUCH A SUCKY JOB AT SHOWIMG THAT AND I HATE MYSELF FOR IT 😔

I had to do a little dive on Google bc, luckily, I've never experienced overdose or had anyone I know experience it and I found out that some who have been unfortunate enough to experience it eventually felt a sudden sense of extreme fatigue after a while ( or not long after, varies depending on the medicine I'm pretty sure ). Furthermore, oding on Amitriptyline can cause fatigue ( as well as vomiting and other horrid symptoms ) which is why I added the part where he suddenly collapses! It's to show that the medicine is starting to kick into it's final, deadliest stage :)

OH OH OH AND ANOTHER THING, the reason you're in his hallucination to begin with is because you're the one he ended up seeking comfort in during his final moments alive even though you're dead, hehe! <3

AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR PEEPING!! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THAT YOU READ THIS!! THIS HELPED ME SO MUCH!!

A Mid-Night Snack | Kunikuzushi

Music Artist Kunikuzushi x Idol Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death ( Kunikuzushi ), suicide, depression and bpd are implied, drugs are referenced and used ( Kunikuzushi takes antidepressants and ends up overdosing on them ), severe hallucinating ahead ( Everything that happens in this fic does not actually happen ), Scaramouche is used a stage name, Kunikuzushi as his real name, modern au ahead, also nasty topics such as vomit and blood are used as descriptors towards the end. With all that said, please enjoy this at your own volition and risk!

A/N: It's officially January 3rd where I live so Happy Belated New Years and Happy Birthday to my gloriously written shnookums Wanderer! To celebrate his birthday, I've decided to do a part two to my former-drabble-now-fanfic 'A Boring Experiment'! I'm seeming to have a pattern in trying new things with him so like my other Kunikuzushi fanfic, this is completely new ground for me. That said, I hope you can still enjoy. ( Also this is a gift for the one who enjoyed my little drabble i wrote on a whim and requested a part two of it! )

Part One: A Boring Experiment | Part Two: A Mid-Night Snack

Tagging: @nursedflowers / @kazusys

Beep. Beep. Beep.

 "Lately, a new all boys group going by the name of 5WIRL seems to be on the rise to stardom! In only two weeks their debut album, 'Alone With The Wind', has already charted as number five in The Billboard Global 200; an astonishing feat that has only ever been accomplished by the solo artist Scaramouche!"

 "Speaking of him, a new shocking piece of evidence has urged police to reopen the case regarding the sudden and tragic death of world-famous idol Y/n L/n. It has officially been revealed that L/n had a high dosage of prescription drugs in their system by the time of their death which have made police believe drove them to jumping."

"Furthermore, it's now being suspected that their death was not actually a suicide but instead a cruel setup. By who, you may wonder? Well, it's obviously none other than the love of their life Scaramouche himself! More about our thoughts after this commercial break—!"

With the click of a button the radio fell silent, allowing the quiet that once trespassed into the bedroom to seep back in. A groan of the one who was disturbed is as brief as their stretches as they sit up, their purple hair flopping in disarray around the sides of their face as they check the clock. It reads 3:12am.

It felt odd to wake up at such an hour seeming as it’s usually the time he's falling asleep. It pulls another groan out of him, but this one was wrapped in frustration rather than drowsiness. It was always a challenge to get to sleep in the first place let alone get back to sleep, especially after—

A growl rumbles through his core, interrupting his thoughts. Its origins are the center of his stomach; a consequence of deciding to lay around in bed instead of making dinner last night.

He decides his next move rather quickly; he might as well get a snack.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He's in the kitchen in another five minutes and snacking on some instant ramen in the next. He doesn't bother going back to his room, finding himself too famished to do anything except stuff his face—which he inevitably does.

His elbow brushes against the counter that he leans on as he raises the cup in his hand, lifting a large portion of noodles up with his wooden chopsticks in tandem, before immediately bringing it to his mouth and relishing in its bland taste.

 "Hmg...Kuni', is that you? Why are you up?"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He turns at the sound of the familiar voice—the sweet symphony of his beloved’s wrapped in the raspiness of sleepiness—and, upon turning, is greeted with the sight of your drooping eyes boring into his own.

 "Got hungry," He simply mumbled, his tongue feeling like a paper weight in his mouth. He tried his best to ignore the feeling.

You slowly walked up to him, your feet thudding against the floor as if being dragged down by an anchor. You reach him after ages, and when you do, he lifts his arms up and allows you the space to dip under them and slug your arms around his waist. As if your head weighed one thousand pounds, it immediately flops forward and collides with the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. Kunikuzushi immediately cages you, and after that, resumes his eating.

 “Don’t get food on me,” You warn, though you’re too tired to convey your words in a properly threatening way. Even if it did, his reaction would’ve been the same; rolling his eyes heavenwards.

 “Don’t insult me. Unlike you, my food actually goes into my mouth.”

The room fills with silence again after that...not really. Periodically, a series of slurps fill your ears; a product of your boyfriend being too eager to stuff his face which ultimately results in him having to suck up a long trail of ramen in one go. You don’t mind the sound though. In fact, you actually find the obnoxious noise pleasant and you’re sure that if it continued, it’d be able to serenade you back to sleep..

Then again, you’re so tired right now that a blow horn would probably have the same effect on you. The only thing you can imagine having the opposite effect on you right now would be—

A loud gurgle cuts through all other micro-noises in the room, its animalistic growl devouring any other sound and swallowing it whole so that when it fades there’s complete silence. A heartbeat of time passes before you finally open your eyes again, peering up at your boyfriend with a kitten-like gaze when you do. He exhales in an exasperated manner yet his arms lift regardless. You take the opportunity to slip from him, your grip loosening around his body until it fades altogether, allowing him to walk past you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You were in the dining room now—if you could even call it that. Really it was just a cheap, foldable table the two of you shoved in the corner of the open kitchen along with some chairs.

You sat across from each other. Kunikuzushi—long finished with his cup of noodles—staring absentmindedly as you demolish the freshly-microwaved ramen cup with vigor. He watches in silence. His eyes follow the journey of your utensil as it twists and wraps the yellow strands around it until it’s sturdy enough to lift into the air before traveling slowly upwards. He catches every little twitch of eagerness your lips make before they finally open and allows the delicious, soft food into your mouth at last where he hears a loud crunch!

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He blinks, the sharp noise forcing him from his daze and back to reality. His face then tightens, scrunching up from perplexment and overall discomfort at what he had just heard. You catch his expression by chance and noticing it has you looking up, your own look of confusion painted on your face.

 “What’s wrong?” You question, still chewing on the huge bite. He doesn’t answer you and simply stares at you with a narrowed gaze. It earns a scowl from you and another loud call of his name, “Kuni’!”

 “I can hear you,” He quickly snaps, “No need to yell.”

You can feel the end of your brows twitch, agitated by his tone and overall comment. Kunikuzushi notices, but doesn’t speak on it and instead listens to your soft munching until it eventually ceases.

 “If you heard me then you should’ve answered,” You grumbled, already preparing your next bite by forcing your utensil to twirl once again, “And you get an attitude when you were the one giving me strange looks.”

 “..Anyways..nightmares aren’t usually a common occurrence with you unless..” You find yourself hesitating to ask your question and decide to calm your nerves with another bite of food.

You bring your utensil up to your lips again, this bite is bigger than the last and you can see the thick, white steam admitting from each yellow strand. It singes the delicate skin of your lips when it gets near and you have no choice but to take the time to gently blow the steam away. It’s in that little time that you finally work up the courage to continue.

 “..Have you taken your meds?” You whisper the question into the darkness, your eyes glued to your noodles, too scared to watch his reaction take shape—to see his lips dip into a frown and his eyes darken with annoyance.

 “Yes, I took ‘em before I went to bed,” He grumbled. The lack of vexation in his voice coerces you to glance up at him. He simply looked exhausted, nothing more. It was a sight that was as surprising as it was relieving. You found yourself staring for longer than you probably should’ve. Kunikuzushi’s eyes quirk up and he catches your gaze, frowning when he does so. It’s only then that you realize how unconvinced you likely looked in that moment.

Alas, it was too late to fix your face because the damage had already been done. The love of your life was already looking away and flicking his hand, saying,  “You can go check if you want. I’m sure you know the exact number of pills I had in there.” 

His comment was deep with scorn and though his eyebags and lazy tone hid it well, you could tell you had hurt him to some degree. It made your heart sting, made your frown grow three times bigger, but you stood to your feet regardless. You might as well.

A moment of silence passes as you make your way to the kitchen, passing the table and ultimately him as you slowly make your way over to the specific cabinet near the fridge where the two of you kept all your bottled remedies. You reach for the handle and quickly realize that you had accidentally brought your noodle cup with you, seemingly too hungry to part with it. It makes you pause only for a moment, though, and ultimately, you switch hands, grab the handle, and swing the cabinet door open.

Medications of all kinds sit in the same place you had left them it seems, there varying lengths and thrown around locations making the small space seem like a mini junkyard. You scan each bottle, briskly reading the description of those whose initial appearance matched the particular bottle you were looking for only to quickly move on upon reading the first couple letters. You do that for some time, reading bottles, moving bottles, and even restarting the process once or twice…but it seems what you were looking for was nowhere to be found. It had completely disappeared. 

 “Kuni’,” You called. Having long set your cup of noodles aside and are now gripping both cabinet doors, which are both now wide open, by their knob handles. You hear his raspy hum—his sign of acknowledgement—and it’s then you finally say, “Where are the pills?”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

 “Should be on the second shelf,” He replied, “Well they aren’t,” You retorted.

 “Look again,” He tells you, “I’ve looked through the cabinet, like, three times already; they’re not in here,” You told him. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep!

 “I put the bottle back in the cabinet after I took one, it should be in there,” You heard him say. You could tell he was agitated. It was especially clear in his next words, “Do you think I’m lying?”

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

 “No,” You tried to say as sincerely as possible despite raising your voice. Though past experiences have made you doubtful, you do vaguely remember him convincing him to take them the other night and him getting up to go and take them.

Did he hide them then? The thought sits at the back of your mind, but you try to ignore it. Unfortunately, your subconscious suspicion must be blatant in your voice—more so than your heartfelt sincerity—because the next time he spoke, it was with the same irritability as before.

 “You think I’m lying,” His earlier question comes out as a firm statement and has you just about wincing upon hearing it. Kunikuzushi looks back at last and his eyes lock with your discomforted expression—a rather audacious look to have on your face in his opinion, seeming as you’re the one accusing him of doing wrong.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Seeing that your previous plan of diffusing the situation—and his anger—failed miserably, you move on to your next one, going on to ask in a cautious tone, “Why are you getting so worked up anyways? All I did was tell you that your medication wasn’t in the cabinet.”

 “Unless…Kunikuzushi, did you actually—” You stop yourself from letting the full sentence slip out, but it was futile. The rest of your question weighed heavy in the silence that followed, lingering in your boyfriend’s ears—his mind—until he finally exploded.

 “I took the fucking pills, aright?! I took them last night and then put them back in the cabinet! Them being gone now has nothing to do with me!”

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

  “I didn’t mean it like—” “Bullshit. You know exactly what you meant!”

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! 

 “Do you even think I took them? Because I did. You know why? Because someone wouldn’t stop bitching about it!” His screams bounce off the walls before reaching your ears. The volume has you flinching away from it.

You’re sure that if your neighbors weren’t out of town, you’d have a noise complaint taped to your front door come morning..

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

His voice suddenly dips, evening out to his normal tone yet still holds his anger as he spoke, “I’m not a child. I’m capable of doing things without you having to constantly keep up with me,” He turns his head away from the entranceway—from you—deciding to direct his glare to the table instead. Having such an intense gaze off of you felt like a drop of water in a desert; relieving. It allows you to breathe and move at last, albeit with trepidation, and you do so, slowly making your way over to him.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! ………..Beep.

You make it up to him relatively quickly even with your turtle-paced walk. You stop right behind him, but he doesn’t acknowledge the newfound proximity and continues to keep his back turned to you. You don’t feel disheartened by this. If anything, you found this a blessing. After all, it’s much harder to keep your voice from wavering when you have daggers pointed your way.

 “I’ll admit, for a moment, I did doubt you” You began, your hands reaching out for him, your shoulders relaxing when he allows you to slide your hands onto his shoulders. You grip at them, tenderly squeezing and massaging the tensing flesh underneath your fingertips as you continue on to say, “Even so, I believe you now. I mean, why else would you get so upset otherwise, right?”

Kunikuzushi remains silent so you assume that’s his way of giving you the green light to keep going. You take the chance, leaning in to plant a kiss to his scalp before muttering into it.

 “I don’t see you as some helpless kitten, but I just..I worry about you sometimes.. A lot of the time, actually. I always am. I never intended to come off as bossy. I do try to stress the importance of taking your medication and following up on your appointments with your therapist, but that’s only because I want to ensure you’re okay.” 

 “That still doesn’t give me a pass for my actions, though, and I hope that you’ll be able to forgive me. If not immediately, then maybe after some cuddles and a good night’s sleep?” You’re full on leaning into his back now and you’re certain that at this point you were likely leaning all your body weight onto him. It wasn’t entirely on purpose. In fact, you’re pretty confident in your assumption that those noodles digesting in your stomach had sucked away the little energy you had in you and were the cause of this, but you didn’t really mind. Not if he didn’t. 

 “I’m going to bed,” Is what he mutters instead of an apology for his overreaction—not that you expected one from him anyways. You stopped expecting and hoping for things like that a long time ago, as sad as that may be.

He sits up and you begrudgingly straighten up yourself. Too tired to even hold your head upright, your head droops as if it weighed the same as a sack of jewels. Having no choice but to stare downwards, you watch as the chair legs move back and his knees straighten out as he stands up. You slide back, allowing him space to walk past you. He does just that, but before he’s completely out of reach, he swings his arm back and hooks your fingers with his. It’s then that your eyes open to what he really said, or rather, what he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to.

 “I’m sorry. Let’s go to bed, please.”

You squeeze his hand once and never let go; silent proof of your acknowledgement and acceptance. Kunikuzushi, feeling your grip warming his hand, steps forward..only for his knees to suddenly become jelly underneath his skin.

His legs buckle for a mere moment before he collapses, ultimately dragging you down with him. Your descent is short, yet you still stare at him as if you two had just fallen off the side of a mountain and managed to survive the fall unscathed; bewildered and fearful.

 “Are you okay?” Your lips move faster than your brain can process what just happened. Your limbs do too, your free hand coming up to cup his cheek. Kunikuzushi leans into your touch instinctively only to soon after peel it away from his slicken skin; a contradicting action, one of many that made up the person you loved.

 “I’m..” He meant to say fine, but slurred incoherency replaced the word instead. It made your brows furrow, made your worries grow sky high, but as you fixed your lips to ask him more questions, he suddenly leaned against you and it was then that you finally realized the problem.

Your poor baby was tired—no, exhausted. So much so that he could barely even walk.

You sigh—more so out of relief than anything else—as you force yourself onto your feet once again. You help him up, and despite the feeling of him leaning against you feeling like a boulder crushing you, you slung his arm around your shoulder before beginning to walk step by step to your safe haven—the place you both often yearned for when you wanted to escape from the world; your shared bedroom.

In a matter of minutes, the two of you were wrapped under the gentle heat of thick covers while your heads were caressed by the soft plush of your pillows.

At last, you two found peace. You especially felt relaxed at the warmth of the noodles you ate earlier feeling like a fireplace in your stomach, though it did little to improve your overall circulation. Nevertheless, it fueled your drowsiness, gave you a push as you crept to the edge of the hill of sleepiness, just about tipped you off the edge that led down to the bottomless abyss you’ve come to call dreamville.

But how could one properly sleep with their goodnight kiss?

 “Goodnight, Kuni..” You whispered, eyes just barely open as you lazily craned your head upwards. Kunikuzushi, as if having read your thoughts, was already leaning in.

You meet at a point and your lips connect and grow slick in an instant by each others’ saliva. His mouth starts tingling, quickly spreading to his tongue. It felt as if someone had spit already chewed up food into his mouth. It forces a grimace onto his face that’s barely visible even when he pulls away. In the end, as you turn on your side, he tries to swallow down. He struggles. His saliva feels like a soggy chunk of ramen, but he manages to succeed. Unfortunately for him, the taste lingers, and in the end, he forces himself to ignore the sickening feeling and taste altogether.

He grumbles out a similar phrase of wishing you a peaceful night's sleep, finding himself licking his lips as he does so. His tongue brushes along his lips, swiping up the thick slick that coats it. With his eyes closed, he doesn’t notice its color and though it burns his tongue and makes him want to vomit just like your kiss did he, again, pays it no mind. Though his reason this time was because he simply had no other choice, too tired to even open his eyes.

He begins drifting off to sleep. His strength fades first; starting from the tip of his toes and slowly making its way up to his face—which felt as if it had been splashed by a bucket of water. It felt damp, just as it did earlier when he woke up. Was it sweat? If so, how long had he been sweating?

....He’ll find his answers tomorrow, surely.

His body seems to fall asleep before his mind could catch up, and because of that, he remained awake despite his eyes and sense of touch having long left him. It feels weird—discomforting even—to feel so numb and only be able to hear the slow thumping of his heart. Though it was still a paradise when compared to his sleep paralysis moments he’d have at times.

All things must come to an end at some point though, good or bad. This is no exception. Slowly, the beat of his heart slowed to a point a turtle could beat it in a race before it stopped altogether. What quickly followed that was his fade in consciousness—which felt as though he was falling down a deep, clean hole. Nothing to grasp at, nothing to feel.. Nothing to guide him but the eerie sense of weightless chilling his bone marrow.

And just before he hit the bottom he heard your voice, suddenly felt your touch, and it was as if every negative thing that was happening to him in that moment had vanished..

 “No matter what happens, Kuni’, I’ll always love you and stay by your side. I’m not going anywhere, so please, sleep without worry so that when you awake again, you’ll be able to properly relish in the sun.”

………………….Beep………………….

 “Tonight, many are mourning the depressing news regarding the worldwide music sensation, Scaramouche—real name Kunikuzushi—who was found dead in his vacation home this morning.”

 “They say that friends of the artist had grown concerned due to his sudden drop in communication and decided to pay him a visit after he missed an important get-together that had been planned months ahead of time. When they arrived at his vacation home, they found that all the lights were off and the door unlocked which spurred them to investigate and eventually find him dead in his bed, choking on his own blood and vomit.”

 “It is reported that his cause of death was caused by severe overdose likely triggered by the chewing and ingesting of Amitriptyline. With the discoveries made so far, Police suspect his death of being a suicide and that he had to be dead for at least a few days before he was discovered.”

 “It causes many to wonder; could his sudden death have been related to the Y/n L/n case? Possibly driven by his own guilt? Or did his now missing manager have something to do with this? More about our thoughts on tonight's talk show after this commercial break!”

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[eraserisms]

Homeroom Teachers

I see a lot of people asking what classes Shota teaches besides homeroom or wonders how he gets away with napping in class. And I believe people are looking at this through a Western lens. When I was doing some research about this, I came across someone explaining from first-hand experience that Japanese homeroom teachers are incredibly involved in their student's day-to-day lives. They describe the job as being on call 24/7. One example they gave was about how one of the student's parents were getting a divorce. It was the homeroom teacher who was phone every day talking to the parents and the student about how they were going to navigate the situation.

Shota likely gets away with sleeping in class because he's there for his students any other time of the day that they need him. With U.A. implementing dorming, he is even more hands on with his pupils. The least he can do is try to get some sleep in between hero work and all of the chaos that goes on at U.A. high.

I see people often asking what Shota teaches, and the answer is; Shota teaches nothing. Homeroom teachers are essentially pseudo parents to their students and they follow them from the beginning of school up to graduation. I've seen people say a few times that Shota isn't a good educator, and while he has some questionable moments, teaching kids directly isn't what he is supposed to be doing. Shota ultimately is a counselor, a guide, an observer, and a mediator.

We see tons of examples of this kind of behavior throughout the series, and here are a few instances that come to mind.

The fact that Shota has the ability to expel students at all is an indication of the role that he plays at UA. Even if he hadn't asked Nezu if he could expel and re-enroll students at his own will, as a whole Shota would have the authority to expel students. We see Shota demonstrating this with Izuku in the first episode/beginning of the manga with Aizawa threatening to drop whichever student has the lowest score.

Even if he did decide to stay outside, it's Eraserhead who escorts Shoto back to the Todoroki's home. When Shoto is watching Endeavor's fight on the news, Aizawa ran to Shoto so fast, that he forgot one of his slippers like he's fucking Cinderella.

Shota interferes, mediates and solves conflicts when he needs to. We see this when All-Might comes to Shota when Bakugo and Midoriya get into a fight. Toshinori came to Shota about the ordeal because it's Shota's responsibility as a homeroom teacher.

When Yuga is found to be the traitor, it's Aizawa who ends up talking to him. It's Shota who made the decision not to expel him. Shota goes as far as to say that it's his fault because Shota hadn't realized what his student was going through to even reach that point.

The fact that it's Shota who was defending Bakugo's integrity to the public is another example of Shota doing homeroom teacher duties.

Also, when it comes to the final exams, it was Shota who was coronating, which students were paired together based off their fighting styles. Shota also was the one to pick which teachers they were fighting against.

Todoroki's & Yaoyorozu's battle/final exam VS. Shota. While this happens earlier in the series, there is a reason why I listed this one last. During the fight, Shota sees that Momo has lost her confidence and even says to himself that he wishes he could help her with that. But with it being an exam, there were limitations as to what he could do about the situation. Ultimately Shota allows Momo to capture him under the guise that he wanted to see what would happen next. That may be true to an extent, but Shota knew that she needed the win.

Going back to as to why Shota doesn't teach; it can be seen as a conflict of interest. We sort of see this with Momo's exam, but we definitely see this during the joint-training arch when Shota is observing the matches between classes 1-A & 2-A. Shota has taken Hitoshi under his wing, and despite Vlad King and All-Might wanting to stop the fight, Shota insists that the match continues. Aizawa may have been right to say that the students were still determined, and therefore they should keep going. He goes as far to say that he would even stop the fight if need be, but his bias towards Shinso is rather apparent here. He wants his protege to succeed.

Shota is more than just a teacher. He is their emotional support, the person to steer them in the right direction, and most importantly, the one who is always in their corner. At the end of the day, Shota Aizawa is a good man and an even better teacher.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Love Me Like You Do (NSFW)

Synopsis: Ever since you became the social media manager for the Bengals, you couldn't help but to catch a certain quarterbacks eye. The playful banter continues to build until the two of you can't take it anymore.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Requested by: an amazing anon 💕

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“Can you focus for five minutes? I'm convinced you're about to start drooling. Stop staring at her. You act like she’s about to disappear into thin air or something.” Ja'Marr told Joe who instantly turned from looking in your direction as you were talking with Tee to make a face at him.

“I'm not staring.” Joe replied and now it was Andrei's turn to make a face right back.

“Ever since she started working with us, all you literally do is talk to her and stare at her when we have breaks during practice. Even on game days you barely let that woman breathe. You make sure that you see her before the game and immediately after. Before that, you would avoid being on our social media account at all costs. Now it seems like we have to pull you away from her.” Andrei added and Joe responded by rolling his eyes at him.

“Ask her out on a date already to put us out of our misery. I'm tired of hearing about it and tired of you making googly eyes at her like she’s something to eat.”

“I don't! But I can't help it if she's easy on the eyes. They're brown by the way if either of you haven't noticed yet. When the light hits them just right, they look like honey.”

“Oh, this is worse than I thought. This man is down BAD.” Ja'Marr told Andrei as he glanced at him.

“SIMP!”

“And who are you trying to convince? Us or yourself?”

“A little bit of both, but I thought she had a boyfriend?” Joe was thinking back to the time he had come across your Instagram and it was flooded with pictures with you and significant other. He also took note how the two of you recently celebrated your third anniversary together.

“Well being the good friend I am, I found out that they broke up about two weeks ago. We got to talking for a while and she mentioned that she had a lot more free time on her hands and needed to do something to occupy it.” Ja'Marr told Joe, who tried to contain his new found excitement.

“Joe knows plenty of things to do to occupy her time.” Andrei said before laughing with Ja'Marr also joining in.

The last thing that he ever wanted to do was be disrespectful and try to pursue you, knowing that you had a boyfriend. But now that you didn't, you were fair game. However, he didn't know if you would be quite ready for that to happen since the break up was still fresh.

“Wait, you're serious?”

Ja'Marr simply nodded his head before turning to look to see that you were tapping away on your phone and more than likely uploading content from today's practice to the Bengals official social media pages.

“Do you think she really likes me like that though?” He asked and both of them just stared at him.

“Don't ask stupid questions. Matter of fact, go over there and talk to your girl.” Andrei tried to convince him, but didn't wait for a response as he turned Joe around to push him forward, not noticing that you were in fact making your way over to them.

“We'll leave you two be. Y/N has harassed me enough today.” You heard Andrei complain and you simply rolled your eyes.

“Just because I found one of your baby pictures and printed it out on a shirt and asked you to sign it doesn't mean I harassed you. Hi, Ja'Marr, you'll be next.”

“PLEASE NO. I just don’t understand how you always find something embarrassing about us and post it on social media.”

“I have my ways and I will never share my secrets.” You playfully said as you winked at him, but all he did was roll his eyes.

“Here, bother Joe and leave me out of it.”

As soon as both of them started to walk away, you turned to Joe and smiled.

“I definitely need to see that baby picture, so I can mess with him later.” He told you as he played with his helmet in his hand.

“I already posted it on the page if you want to take a look. But since I have you here, you looked good out there today. How are you feeling about Sunday?” You asked as you whipped out your phone to press record to add it to Tik Tok.

“I’m feeling better now that I saw you, princess. You make practice worthwhile.” Joe threw a wink in your direction and he couldn't understand where this new found confidence of his was coming from, but he was in no way, shape, or form complaining about it.

“JOE! I can't post that! And I mean how did practice go today?”

“You can post anything you want, Y/N. You're the manager after all.”

“But not you calling me princess!”

“Why? Don't want to make anyone jealous?” Joe asked as he inquired about your boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend.

“Only people who would get jealous are your little groupies.” You told him as you rolled your eyes.

“Hmm. I guess, but they'll just have to deal with it since I can't help that I like talking to pretty girls. Especially with the name Y/N and if they have brown eyes.”

“Joeeeee, can you PLEASE be serious for thirty seconds!?!? Thirty seconds is literally all I'm asking for here.” You whined as you felt your cheeks heating up.

“Am I getting you all flustered?”

“Why are you making this more difficult than it needs to be? This is the last thing that I need to do for the day. Stop playing and answer the question!” You playfully said to him and he simply shrugged.

“I like talking to you, and can tell that you like talking to me too.”

You were taken aback by how forward he was since Ja'Marr had shared with you the other day how reserved he usually was and the fact that it had been that way since the two of them met at LSU.

“Hmm, who told you that?”

“No one had to tell me that. I can just see how you constantly smile while we are. Did I ever tell you how pretty it was? Your smile, I mean.” He asked as he stepped towards you, closing the small gap that had been there before. He was standing directly in front of you and his eye contact never faltered as he moved one of your curls out of the way that had fallen. The butterflies immediately erupted and you thought your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“Burrow, you are going to get me in trouble.” You whispered as you poked him in his chest and your work phone had been long forgotten and slipped into your back pocket.

“And I'll make sure to get you out of it.”

“Y/N! You almost done?” You heard Mindy ask who was one of the people on the social media team with you and nodded your head yes.

“I see everyone wants your attention and I think I've taken enough of it for the day, so what did you want to ask me?”

“You are one person that I'm never going to complain about if you take up my time. But, my original question was "how are you feeling about Sunday?” You asked as your work phone was pulled back out and only the actual question for Joe was caught on video.

“Definitely feeling good, we had good practices all week and worked on some things that needed improvement. As long as we keep doing that and moving forward, I'm hoping for a good outcome.” Joe finally answered and you smiled as you ended the video.

“I'll see your pretty face cheering me on this Sunday? Left up to me, you would be in my suite in the stadium, but I know you need to be down here working. But I can only complain so much since you'll be closer to me on the sidelines.”

“I bet your suite can also be used for something else, but I guess it has to be saved for another time.” You whispered to him and all he did was smirk.

“Be careful, princess.” He told you as he picked up his helmet and held your gaze.

“I'll see you on Sunday.” You replied as you winked at him before walking towards Mindy who was smiling and wiggling her eyebrows.

“No, stop.” You told her as you pointed your finger at her and shook your head, but she continued making faces.

“So, what's happening between you and our favorite quarterback over there?” She asked as the two of you started walking back to your office. Your goal was to edit a few more videos before posting them and then going home.

“Absolutely nothing and I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Cut the bullshit, please. Ever since you came on, he has been infatuated with you. Before he would literally try to run from us and avoid us at all costs.” She told you and you couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

Yeah, that sounds just like how everyone else described him before you got hired.

Mindy had been there for a year before you came and would constantly tell you stories about Joe. She knew that you had eyes for him even when you were still in a relationship that you knew was going nowhere.

“Isn't that against the rules or something here?”

The last thing you ever wanted was to get in trouble because they could find another social media manager, but definitely couldn't find another Joe Burrow.

“Who says anyone has to know? Joe is literally the most private person on the team and I highly doubt that he would ever put you in a position where you could possibly lose your job. We all can tell that the two of you like each other. A blind person could even see it.”

“I don't know, I don't have the best track record with athletes.” You told her referring to your ex-boyfriend as you unlocked the door to your office and walked in with her quickly following behind you and closing the door in order to keep the conversation as private as possible.

“Just give him a chance. I know that you won't regret it. You didn't hear this from me, but he does ask me about you when you aren't here. You broke up with your boyfriend who literally cheated on you on your birthday. Just give that white boy a chance.”

“And if it doesn't work out? It's not like I can actually avoid him since we literally work at the same place.”

“And what if it does work out? You have got to stop being so negative all the time and try to look at the bright side of things. Do you know how many girls wished Joe looked at them the way that he looks at you? I'm surprised we haven't seen him drooling at this point.” She muttered and you couldn’t help but to laugh as she went to your mini fridge and grabbed sparkling water while also handing you one.

“I literally just broke up with Carson not even a month ago.”

“And maybe that was your sign that it was time to move onto something bigger and better.”

—

It was now Sunday and as the two minute warning was announced, the frustration on Joe's face was evident and it was clear that the Bengals were about to suffer through another loss. You watched from a short distance as he made his frustrations known by throwing his helmet with a string of curse words soon following.

The game had started off well and looked promising, but the defense couldn't get it together to save their lives and looked as if they had never seen a football before in their life.

Joe had played exceptionally well and it made you sad to think that he was going to get the blame for the loss even though it clearly wasn't his fault.

Another touchdown had been scored by the opposing team and even though the looks of defeat were prominent on the sideline, the offensive line held their heads high as they grabbed their helmets to head back into the game.

As the play was underway, Joe couldn't find anyone open to pass it to and ended up getting sacked and you could hear Mindy sigh as she was standing next to you when suddenly an idea popped into your head and you hoped that Joe would be up for it when you presented the idea to him.

As expected, once the game was over Joe was the last one to walk out of the stadium and he was caught off guard at the sight of you being next to his car waiting for him. He gave you a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Don't worry, not here to record anything to post tonight. Just had an idea to hopefully make you feel better if you're up for it.”

“Y/N….”

“I know you probably want to be by yourself right now and sulk but not because you played absolutely amazing but because some of your teammates didn't and you'll ultimately get blamed for it, but let me do this for you.” You pleaded as you moved closer to him and took his hand in yours.

Sighing to himself, Joe finally gave in and nodded, making a smile break out on your face.

“It's not too far from here and no one should bother you because it's really discreet and low-key. I'll drive so hop in.”

Joe heard you unlock the door and wasted no time opening it and sliding into the passenger seat.

Once you were settled behind the wheel, you took off towards one of your favorite hole-in-the-wall spots in downtown Cincinnati as Joe had his eyes closed and his head was resting against the headrest.

You left the music on a low volume, figuring that the less stimulation Joe had would be for the better.

Pulling into a parking spot at the back of the building, you put the car in park as Joe was looking around and taking in his surroundings.

“Where are we?” Joe asked, not really recognizing this particular part of the city that you two were currently in.

“You look like you could use some comfort food and cheese fries are at the top of my list when it comes to that. So that's what we're here to get.”

Joe contemplated for a minute before shrugging his shoulders.

“Just have to spend another hour in the gym this week to work it off, but fuck it. Let's go.”

The two of you proceeded to exit your car and walk around to the front of the building towards the entrance. Once Joe walked in, he could see why this was one of your favorite places. It was quiet and not a lot of people were inside.

“You want to share one? It's usually stacked all the way to the ceiling and I can never finish one by myself. But it's my treat anyway, get anything else you want.” You told Joe as he was still scanning the menu to see if he wanted anything else to go with his cheese fries.

“You don't have to do that.”

“They're sympathy fries so yes I will do it.”

“Does that come with a side of sympathy kisses too?” Joe asked as he whispered in your ear and smirked at you, but you kept your eyes on the menu in front of you and it took everything in you to not turn around at that very second.

Before you could respond, it was your turn to order and before you could swipe your card to pay for it, Joe beat you to it and you couldn't help but to roll your eyes.

“Seriously? I told you that they were sympathy fries and that it was my treat.” You told him as you turned towards him.

“And I asked you if that came with sympathy kisses and you have yet to give me an answer.” Joe replied as the cashier handed him the receipt as the two of you went and sat in a booth in the back corner hoping that he wouldn't draw a lot of attention.

“It could come with more than kisses, but like I said before, you sir are going to get me in trouble.” You answered as you slid into the booth with Joe immediately sliding in next to you. Both of your backs were facing away from the other customers in the store and Joe took this as an opportunity to place his hand on your thigh.

“And like I said before, I'll make sure to get you out of it. I can’t wait until I have you whimpering underneath me.” He whispered in your ear and the butterflies once again made themselves known.

“Are you always so forward in telling girls what you want?”

“Only the pretty ones that catch my eye.” He told you as he pinched your cheek making them instantly heat up.

“Oh, so there's others besides me?”

“What? You jealous princess?” He asked as he went to the counter to get the cheese fries that you two would share.

When he came back to the table and set it down in front of you, he slid back down into his seat next to you.

“I think you get a kick out of me being flustered all the time and say certain things on purpose to do it.” You told him as you reached for a fry.

“I do it because I think it's cute, but you have no reason to be jealous anyway since you're the only one that I have eyes for.”

“If I'm the only one that you have eyes for, then why haven't you asked me out on a proper date?”

“Because someone made me aware of the fact that you had just gotten out of a relationship. I definitely want to go on an actual date with you, but I want to do this at your pace. I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way or pressure you. I'll be here and we'll just do it when you're ready. So for right now, if you just want me to continue to get you flustered or hot and bothered, I don't mind.”

—

It had been a week and two days since Joe had seen you and he was getting more and more worried by the minute. It wasn't like you to miss work, so his first thought that popped into his head was that something must be wrong. When he asked during practice all week if anyone had seen you, the answer was no. Even Mindy hadn't seen you which left him thoroughly confused.

In the back of his mind he was hoping that he didn't scare you off and was now silently cursing to himself about how forward he was with you the other night when you two had gone out after the game. After a meeting that he had with Zac, he went on the hunt for your office. Once he found it after getting lost a few times, he knocked on the door and heard your soft voice telling him to come in.

“Are you avoiding me, princess?” Joe asked as he smiled at you and stepped all the way into your office as he closed the door behind him.

“Hey, what are you doing here? There isn't practice today and no. I wasn't avoiding you, I just haven't felt all that well for the past week so that's why I wasn't here.”

“I wanted to thank you properly for what you did for me the other night. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome and hopefully that won't be the last time it happens. You've thanked me multiple times already so that is more than enough.” You told him as you moved your laptop to the side to give him your undivided attention.

“But not properly like I want to. And are you feeling better now?”

“A lot better. So much better in fact that I actually came to work as you can see.”

“Oh? I thought it was because you missed me.”

“Hmm, I can actually admit that I did. And what did you have in mind to thank me properly?” You asked and Joe came around your desk to stand right next to you as he leaned against it.

“I can show you better than I could tell you.”

Standing up, you moved a little to the left so that you were directly in front of Joe in between his legs and lifted your arms to place them around his neck.

“Does thanking me properly require us to wear clothes?” You whispered against his lips and a smirk immediately came across his face.

“It actually doesn't, but it does require letting me taste you.”

“Then I think it's best that we lock the door.”

As he nodded, he slipped away from your hold on him and went to lock the door before walking back over to you and meeting his lips with yours.

Those butterflies were once again making themselves known as Joe's hand played with the waistband of your shorts and broke apart from you to ask for permission to make sure that it was okay.

Giving him a quick nod, he wasted no time in removing the material from your body along with the thong that you were wearing underneath of it. He simply picked you up and placed you on your desk without warning as he then got comfortable on his knees in between your legs.

He kissed all along both thighs before reaching the destination that you wanted him to be at most and held eye contact with you as he took one long lick across your folds making you gasp.

“If we do this, you have to stay quiet for me. Oh, and one more thing. Your eyes need to stay on me the entire time, otherwise I'll stop. Think you can do that princess?” He asked as he inserted two fingers into you making you buck your hips forward and forgetting all about what he asked.

“I asked you a question and I need an answer. I need to know if you'll be a good girl for me.”

“Yes, I promise.” You quietly said and that was all Joe needed to hear before he dived in and showed you absolutely no mercy.

“Then make sure we keep those legs spread.” Was the last thing you heard before Joe decided to use his mouth as well as his fingers to bring you pleasure and you did as you were told.

Both of your eyes stayed locked on each other the entire time.

Nothing was coming out of your mouth except soft whimpers in the hope that you could stay as quiet as possible, but it was growing more difficult by the second.

Before you knew it, you felt him add another finger as your hands instantly moved to pull him in closer to you.

“Take your shirt off. I want to see all of you.”

Listening to his requests, you lifted up your shirt that had the Bengals logo in the corner of it over your head and tossed it into a corner behind your desk. Your bra was next to come off, and as you undid the clasp in the front, Joe began to suck on your clit.

He had immediately caught you off guard and a bigger moan ended up escaping past your lips and Joe gripped your thighs harder in order to tell you that you better not move.

“You like that princess?”

“Yes, fuck! Your mouth feels so good.”

“And just wait until you feel something else.” He replied as he went back to sucking on your coit as you slowly began to play with your nipples as you rolled them back and forth between your fingers and pulled at them.

Joe had kept his eyes on you the entire time like he told you he would and you honestly thought that you would be shy underneath his gaze, however, this new found confidence had made its way to you and you were not about to complain.

As Joe sucked harder and your juices were running down his chin, you knew that you were close and it seemed like he also had a sixth sense and knew because his grip on you had gotten even tighter.

“Babe…” You softly breathed out and Joe nodded instantly knowing what you meant.

You tried to push him away, but it was unsuccessful as you covered your mouth with your hand and came all over his face.

“Shit!”

Your legs were shaking, but that didn't matter since he was still eating you out and giving you his undivided attention.

Throwing your head back and breaking eye contact with him, you could've swore that you saw stars.

Recovery time was next to none as you opened your eyes and saw that Joe had now gotten rid of his clothes and was lightly stroking himself as the pre cum leaked from the tip of his dick making your mouth water. Seeing how big he was made you slightly nervous and he could obviously tell from the look on your face. Joe slipped on a condom with ease before looking back up at you.

“I promise to go slow and take my time. If you want me to stop, just tell me. You ready, princess? You're doing so good for me.” He said as he leaned down to place several kisses on your lips with you eagerly kissing him back.

To respond to him, you simply nodded your head, but that wasn't enough for him.

“Need to hear you say it, baby. You want me in you?” Joe asked as he was kissing along your neck.

“Yes, so so bad.”

“Then spread those legs some more and act like you want it.”

Both of your foreheads were touching and eye contact was kept as he slowly inserted himself into you and bottomed out making you both gasp.

This was long overdue and you couldn't believe that the two of you actually waited this long in the first place.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good, princess.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he began to move in and out of you at a slow and even pace.

“Such a good girl for me.” Joe told you before capturing your lips in another kiss and slightly increasing how fast he was going.

A month ago, you would had never believed that the beloved quarterback would be fucking you in your office at the Bengals stadium, but here we were.

It was taking everything in Joe not to release right then and there because of all the built up sexual tension that had been happening for a matter of months but at this point in time, he chose not to care.

Less than three minutes later, both of you released at the same time and were doing your best in order to catch your breath. Joe stayed inside you as he placed kisses all along your upper body in order to let you ride out your high. Once he could tell that your breathing was back to normal, he slid out of you making you wince.

“You okay?” He politely asked and you instantly nodded your head.

“Never better and I think that’s the best ‘thank you’ that I've ever gotten.” You answered as you softly kissed him.

“And there's a lot more where that came from.”

“If there is like you say that there is then I think the most proper thing to do is to show me. If I'm getting all of this just for some cheese fries, I can't even imagine what I would get if it was something bigger than that.”

“Well we have plenty of time for you to find out.”

Two months later

It was still dark outside when you woke up with a start and you noticed the tight hold that Joe had on you since his arms were wrapped around your waist.

Grabbing your phone, you checked the time to see that it was around four in the morning and made sure to turn down the brightness to not disturb your boyfriend who was sleeping peacefully beside you.

He didn't have to be at practice until eleven in the morning and more than likely would want you to go workout with him once he woke up. Usually you didn’t work out when you went, because he would always do something to distract you on purpose, but you simply kept him company which he was more than pleased with.

You were caught off guard when you felt a soft kiss being placed on your right shoulder and they slowly made their way up your neck.

“Shouldn't my baby be sleeping?” He asked as he peeked over to see you scrolling through your phone.

“I think I went to sleep too early. I always forget when I come and stay with you that you go to sleep early like an old man.” You teased and even though you couldn't see him, Joe rolled his eyes.

“I need all the sleep I can get during the season. You know that.”

“I do know that so stop talking and go back to sleep and let me scroll on my phone in peace. You have to be up to go to the gym anyway in like two hours.”

“How can I sleep with that bright ass light in my face?”

“Stop being so dramatic, Joey. I turned down the brightness.”

“But obviously not enough. Put your phone down and cuddle with me before I have to get up.”

“Hmm, I guess I'll allow it.” You replied as you locked your phone and set it down on the nightstand.

“You know what? On second thought, lay on your back.”

“Do you want to lay on me?” You asked him as you adjusted in his king sized bed and Joe was now laying beside you.

“No, not yet. I want my pre-workout meal which consists of me eating you out first.” He told you as he threw off the comforter and moved closer to the end of the bed.

“I… really? And that's supposed to give you energy?” You asked as Joe hooked his thumbs in each side of your panties before pulling them down and you lifted up your hips to help him slide them off your body.

“It sure does. Especially when I hear you moan and you're telling me to go faster. Love it when I know I'm making my girl feel good.” He told you as he lightly brushed his fingertips against you.

“Then stop talking and get to it.”

“That's the second time you've gotten smart with me so your ass better not try to run away from me either.”

“No promises.”

–

It was now 10:15 in the morning and you were attempting to do your hair when you caught Joe's eye as he was watching you through the mirror.

“What babe? Why are you staring at me? Does my hair not look right?” You asked as you were now examining it and was going to take it out before he quickly stopped you as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Your hair is perfect, you don't need to do anything different.” He told you as he reached around and kissed your cheek.

Turning around to face him, you reached up to kiss him and he gave you several more kisses in return.

“Sometimes this doesn't feel real.” You whispered to him as he leaned down to kiss you on the tip of your nose.

“What doesn't feel real?”

“This. Us.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because having someone that treats me how I'm supposed to be treated and respects me and truly shows that he cares about me has been a foreign concept to me for a long time. And you've just been so patient with me. It just seems too good to be true.”

“But it isn't too good to be true and as long as you want to be with me I'm going to show you that every single day. You're never going to have to question the way that I feel about you and you have my word with that.”

You nodded as Joe spoke and immediately hugged him tighter as he kissed the top of your head.

“Can I confess?”

“Let's hear it.”

“I know that this is still kinda new and everything, however, I think I'm starting to fall in love with you more and more everyday.”

“And can I also confess?”

You nodded your head as he began to rub small circles along your back.

“I feel the exact same way.”

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PUTTY, chapter one

(chapter one), (chapter two), (chapter three)

PAIRING: virgin!Eddie/former cheerleader!Reader

SUMMARY: Eddie has a little brother. Eddie’s little brother has a babysitter.

SERIES TAGS and C/W’s: mutual pining, experienced!Reader, inexperienced!Eddie but he’s eager to learn, mostly sub!Eddie, insecurities and self doubt, narcissistic and/or absent parents, jealousy, mean basketball players, hurt/comfort, they smoke weed, eventual smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), uniform kink, dirty talk, foot jobs, hand jobs, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), public sex, sex toys, unprotected PiV. more to be added as this progresses!!!

WORD COUNT: 3.7k+

A/N: hi, my friends!!! this is a rewrite/repost and has been edited for a (hopefully) smoother, more enjoyable read. fun fact that this was one of the first Stranger Things fanfics i ever wrote. it was originally titled She Was Straight From Hell, But You Could Never Tell, and featured Eddie alongside an OC. i’ve changed it to be reader-insert, because that seems to be more in my writing wheelhouse nowadays. this fic will be multiple parts — it begins with backstory, but will eventually branch off into a universe of little smutty ficlets where Reader will corrupt virgin!Eddie as much as humanely possible.

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Eddie hadn't known about the existence of his little brother until two months ago, when Al Munson showed up in the middle of the night with a small child in tow. Eddie didn't even know his dad was out of prison again, and yet here he was, in the flesh, a little boy with a mop of black curls resembling Eddie's own cradled in his leather jacket-clad arms.

Al was lucky Wayne was working or else this family reunion would have gone south fast.

While Wayne wasn't Al's biggest fan, Al was Eddie's dad, and Eddie would always hold onto as many moments with his father as he could get, no matter how sparse, and no matter how much of a self-serving piece of shit asshole Al Munson truly was.

But Eddie didn’t see it like that. Eddie saw it like this: His dad lived a hard life. His dad struggled with addictions. His dad lost a wife, just as Eddie had lost a mother. His dad tried his best with what he had.

Deep down, Eddie knew these were all just sorry excuses, but he kept that truth tucked away, not wanting to deal with the reality that Al truly only cared about himself.

He already had one dead parent. If he cut his dad out of his life, he’d basically have two.

"When'd you get out?" Eddie asked, stepping aside so Al could enter. His eyes followed the child, brows furrowed. The trailer was always Al's first stop on his freedom tour and the older man had always brought some sort of baggage along with him -- never a little kid, though. What the hell kind of trouble had his dad gotten into this time?

"Few days ago," Al replied, heading for the living room. He placed the sleeping child down on the worn sofa, then straightened and faced Eddie. "Listen, son, you gotta do me a favor. I'm not out long this time. I might've robbed an ATM or two last night. I'm kinda on the lam."

Al didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish at his wrongdoing.

Eddie was used to this. Even when Al was a free man, he was never a free man for long. He didn't think his dad knew how to coexist among non-inmate citizens. Eddie didn't think his dad even wanted to. Prison was a creature comfort for the elder Munson. Eddie wasn't necessarily mad at that fact. He was happy when Al was locked up, because then at least he knew where his dad was. Otherwise, Eddie worried his father would eventually get himself into a situation he wouldn't be able to get out of, and Eddie would really never see him again.

Eddie was also used to Al showing up after months and months, sometimes even years and years, such as now, always asking for favors.

"Who is that?" Eddie asked, pointing towards the couch, not being able to ignore the other human in the room any longer.

"Yeah, that's kinda what I need your help with.” Al rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well, no way to do this other than to just say it. That there's your little brother, Eddie. His name's Oliver. And I need you and Wayne to look after him while I'm gone."

"My... what..." Eddie stammered, face scrunching up. He expected Al to burst out laughing and admit he was just fucking around, and that this tiny sleeping stranger was actually just the kid of a fellow convict buddy. Maybe it was said convict buddy’s turn to rob ATMs tonight, leaving Al the babysitter. Irresponsible. Unlikely. And, turns out, untrue.

With Al's silence, Eddie knew his dad’s admission wasn't a joke.

Eddie was beyond confused now.

"Dad, how... you've been in prison for six years!"

"Conjugal visits," Al answered with a bit of a smug shrug.

Eddie shook his head in disbelief. "What the fuck? Wayne can't afford another kid that's not even his... and I'm in school still, I can't watch him... this isn't... I don't know how..."

But Al was already making his way to the door.

"I know you'll figure it out. I can always count on you, my boy," Al prided, tone cheery as if the favor he'd just asked of Eddie was to give him a quick ride somewhere or find an old family recipe.

Al wasn't acting like he was ditching another Munson offspring off on his older brother. He was treating this like an issue of minor importance, just a little speed bump on an otherwise flat road.

Al Munson was not an upstanding person. Never had been, never would be. Because of this, Eddie shouldn't have been surprised or appalled, but here he was, standing with his mouth agape. Surprised. Appalled.

His dad was out the door with a lighthearted, "See ya 'round, son," and Eddie was left speechless in the middle of the living room.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Wayne got over the new addition to the Munson household fairly quickly.

While he'd been livid at first, calling up all of Al's old friends he'd still had the numbers of to try and find out where his dumb shit of a younger brother was, Wayne eventually became resigned to the idea that he now had another little boy to rear and mold.

What else could he do?

Wayne took care of his kin, especially if they were innocent bystanders and had no say in being born in the first place. He'd raised Eddie, and although he knew the boy had his struggles, he didn't think he'd done too bad of a job.

Eddie never went hungry, always had clothes to wear, a bed to sleep in, and Wayne was the one who haggled Eddie's van down to a reasonable price so the boy could pay for it with his lunch box salary.

Wayne knew about the weed and the pills, but so long as Eddie stayed smart about where he was selling and who he was selling to, he didn't much mind Eddie's unconventional line of work. It helped his nephew stay somewhat social, and Wayne knew how important that would be for Eddie's future. If the boy was nothing but a lone recluse his whole life, he'd probably end up just like Al. Nobody wanted that.

Eddie was just about grown now. Sure, he was rearing twenty and still in his senior year of high school, but Wayne had an inkling that '86 would be Eddie's year.

Wayne had always thought about selling the trailer and buying an RV with retirement money once Eddie was out on his own. He wanted to travel the country for the remainder of his life.

The idea that he'd have to raise up another wild Munson for the next fifteen or so years caused a knot to form in his stomach.

Would Wayne even be around for that much longer? He may have been relatively healthy, and he was only in his mid 60's, but Wayne wasn't an idiot. He knew anything could happen at any time.

Wayne knew he needed help this time around. He figured he could count on Eddie here and there, but Eddie needed to focus on school this year if he planned on finally walking the stage. Because of this, Wayne decided to enlist the help of someone on the outside. Someone with experience.

So, he posted an ad in the Hawkins Post, looking for a full-time nanny for a five-year-old boy to start as soon as possible, and waited for a response.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Wayne didn't have to wait long.

Two mornings following the job post, shortly after he'd returned home from work, he heard a knock on the trailer door.

When he answered, he saw a pretty young thing standing on the front stoop.

"Hi!" you greeted, then immediately began to ramble. "Are you Mr. Munson? I hope it's okay I just showed up... there wasn't a number listed, only an address, and I didn't know if you wanted me to write a response and mail it, but the ad seemed maybe a little urgent, so I thought, hey, what's the harm in just... showing... up..."

You trailed off, feeling silly for word vomiting during your first impression. He was watching you with a small smile, eyes flickering with what looked like amusement, especially as your cheeks began to color to the soft red of embarrassment.

Listing no number on the ad was intentional. He hadn't owned a rotary phone in about ten years, after having tried to cut back on bills, and he knew not just anyone would make the trek to Forest Hills for a potential job offer. He’d figured only committed applicants that wouldn't waste his time would follow through.

"I have a lot of experience," you continued on at his silence, almost as if you couldn't help it, compelled to divulge all the information you could in the first three minutes of meeting. Wayne found it endearing. "I used to babysit for three different families when I was in high school. And I have two little sisters. My mom and dad worked a lot growing up, so I spent a lot of time with them. Didn't get paid, but... I made sure they didn't die or anything..."

From their brief interaction thus far, Wayne knew he succeeded in his method of weeding out flakes. You were obviously serious about the position. He felt he was a decent judge of character, and he'd learned in life that sometimes over-explaining was synonymous with caring.

"Sorry," you said, forcing out a little laugh. "I guess I could have just introduced myself. You didn't really need to know all that." You shot your hand out, giving your name. "I'm here about the nannying gig. Um, obviously. That is, if I didn't already scare you off."

Wayne took your hand in both of his own, shaking it. He placated you with a grin. "It's a lot harder than that to scare off a Munson, sweetheart. Let's go inside and meet Olly."

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Although Oliver Munson was only five, he had a spectacular vocabulary and a limitless imagination. Wayne knew the boy was a little charmer, quite like how Eddie was when he allowed himself to be, when the teenager wasn't drowning himself in existential teenage angst and nonsense.

You fell under Olly's spell almost instantly.

And it seemed the little boy had fallen under yours as well.

Oliver didn't stop talking to you while you were there, and didn't stop talking about you after you’d left, asking when you’d be back and if next time you could take him to the trailer park's playground and maybe you two could watch G.I. Joe or He-Man together afterward.

Wayne had taken your number down before you’d left and had told you he'd be in touch soon.

Later that evening, after Eddie had gotten back from his club meeting at school, Wayne took the trip into downtown Hawkins to use the payphone and ask you if you wouldn't mind starting as early as tomorrow.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

You were far from struggling for money.

Your father was a sought-after criminal prosecutor for the entirety of Indiana. Your mother was a real estate agent for high profile clientele who came from old family money; her father was CEO of a day trading business, and his father before him had been the same.

Although you likely would have never had to work a day in your life and could live a comfortable existence off of inheritance alone, handouts and the humdrum of an All-Play-and-No-Work lifestyle was never a dream of yours. That sounded so cookie cutter, so monotonous, so boring.

You liked to feel a sense of accomplishment. You liked setting goals and reaching them. You didn't want to freeload off of money that was gained from the capitalistic professions your parents were a part of. You wanted to be in control of your own finances and be the author of your own future, not have it already be etched into stone simply by being just another rich kid from Hawkins, à la the likes of the Carver's or the Cunningham's or the Harrington's.

You were ecstatic when you got the call from Wayne, asking you if you’d be willing to start the following day. He left for work at 2PM, so you’d have to be there before then, and would need to plan on staying until Wayne's nephew got home around six.

If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you felt a bit nervous, but the job itself wasn't the reason why that writhing feeling accompanied your excitement.

You had more than ten years of babysitting experience under your belt, and you were eager to get back into a job you actually enjoyed as opposed to trying out different careers to see what stuck and what didn't. Having graduated the spring before, you’d been taking an off year to save up money by working odd jobs around Hawkins to be able to buy your own apartment.

You’d worked as a florist for a few weeks, but it turned out your thumb was pitch black instead of green.

You worked as the personal assistant for a group of lawyers from a local law firm, but it turned out they just needed office eye candy and not someone to actually get any sort of work done.

You worked as a veterinary assistant, but it turned out the job was much more than just petting cats and dogs. You couldn't handle it when a sick animal would come in and there would be nothing anyone could do. Your heart broke more at that clinic than it had your entire life.

You were in between jobs when you’d decided to peruse the classified section of the Hawkins post. There, in the shortest blurb on the page, was a listing for a needed nanny, a full-time position offering negotiable pay.

The next bit was where the excitement wavered.

The listing was published by a Wayne Munson of the Forest Hills trailer park.

That had to be Eddie Munson's uncle. There was no way there were two separate Munson families living in the only trailer park in Kerley County.

You couldn't believe that you’d stumbled across this ad, that the geeky metalhead you’d crushed on since your freshman year of high school had a little brother you could be the potential nanny of.

You were two years younger than Eddie, but that hadn't stopped you from losing periods of time to daydreams about the way the wind ruffled his wild mess of curls on breezy days or the way his band tee sleeves always clung perfectly to the soft muscles of his biceps or the way his cheeks dimpled when he teased the other boys he sat with at lunch.

You’d always wanted to introduce yourself, but you didn't run in the same crowds -- you being on the cheer team and Eddie blasting Black Sabbath in the parking lot after his Hellfire meetings. You could never muster the courage. He seemed so carefree, so full of life, so effortlessly funny. Chrissy Cunningham, your best friend, had spoken to him once or twice and had told you how different he was than what other people said about him. He wasn't scary or mean or threatening, and instead was warm and silly and genuine.

But you knew how the people you spent your time around treated people like him. You knew your group of "friends" referred to him as a freak, a Satan worshipper, and did everything in their power to try to bully him into becoming a shell of himself. Thankfully, he never did -- it was almost as if Eddie absorbed the hatefulness and spent it tenfold by mocking the hilarity of the jock hierarchy that ruled the school, as well as using it to strengthen his own ability to embrace every misfit that walked the halls of Hawkins High.

You never introduced yourself because you were afraid he’d think you had an ulterior motive, that you’d be trying to talk to him as a joke or a prank. You knew the company you kept. You were sure Jason Carver had once or twice suggested you do just that, lead Eddie on and make a fool of him in front of the whole school.

You figured it'd be best to just stay away.

But now, you thought finding this ad was possibly a sign from the universe.

Maybe you were getting a second chance.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Eddie was running late.

He was supposed to be back home half an hour ago to relieve whoever Olly's new babysitter was of her duties, but the campaign had taken a shocking turn and Hellfire couldn't disband until it had commenced.

The night finally ended with Will's character decapitating Dustin's, and Eddie had to thwart an actual attack when Dustin leapt across the game table at Will in a bout of rage. Dustin was small but mighty, and Eddie had to physically wrestle the boy off of Will's neck, threatening to banish Dustin from the next few campaigns if he didn’t chill out. Henderson had huffed and puffed but had admitted defeat and apologized to Will for the attempted murder.

By the time Eddie arrived back to the trailer park, the sun had almost set. He pulled his van into his parking spot to the right of the trailer and shut it off. Stepping out, he swung his backpack over his shoulder, but came to a halt when he heard Olly's scream sound from behind the trailer.

Dropping his bag and beginning to run toward the noise, Eddie's heart fell to his stomach. Horrible images of what could possibly be pulling that sound from his little brother pervaded Eddie's mind. He had an overactive imagination to begin with, and something like this verbal cue only egged it on. "Olly!" he shouted, panic raising his voice. "Olly, are you okay?! What’s going on, where are --"

Eddie came to a halt when he found the boy in the backyard with a huge smile spread across his small, sweaty face. Olly had a fake crown on, one made of twigs and leaves, and he was carrying one of the biggest sticks Eddie had ever seen. He had a blanket tucked into the back of his shirt, the cloth a makeshift cape. A thin piece of metal, probably from one of the cars Wayne and Eddie sometimes worked on, was wrapped around his center, acting as armor.

Olly had just been playing.

Letting out a heavy breath of relief, Eddie noticed your frame just off to the side. His eyes started from the ground up, noting the shiny red Docs donning your feet, moving up bare legs that were covered mid-thigh by a short black skater dress, one that hugged your curves in a way that had Eddie’s mouth going dry.

By the time he reached your face, your eyes were wide with amusement.

You’d been watching as he slowly drank you in. He didn't mean to ogle. He had to shake his head a few times to clear it, and when he did so, the face before him started looking more and more familiar.

"Wait," he started, head tilting. He spoke your name, tone riddled with confusion. "From high school?"

You were about to answer when Oliver cleared his throat, obviously not wanting to be ignored or to have his playtime interrupted any longer. You looked down at the boy, who pointed up to his head at his crown. You got the gist -- Olly wanted the game to continue. You could indulge him. You’d been doing it all day, and honestly you’d been having the most fun you’d had in a while.

You turned your attention back to Eddie, fixing your posture and jutting your chin out slightly. "I don't know who that is," you began, voice lilting. "I am Princess Guinevere of Kerley County and this here,” you brought your gaze back down to Oliver, “is my most loyal servant, Sir Olly of Castle Munson."

Eddie couldn't help the grin that broke out over his face at your announcement. He then took a moment to fully take in the rest of your appearance. You, too, had on a makeshift crown, this one made up of cherry blossoms and daisies. You had a flowing blanket tucked into the back of your dress, cascading down your back like a veil.

No fucking way were you, last year's cheerleading captain and prom queen, standing in his backyard playing fucking knights and princesses with his little brother. No fucking way.

Olly broke the silence by shouting out, "Hey, Eddie! Who are you gonna be?"

Eddie tore his eyes from you to focus on his brother. He pursed his lips to one side in thought, trying to come up with a character. He was usually quick on his feet when it came to creative play, but he had just spent the last three hours DM'ing a month-long DnD campaign. His brain felt shot. He was pulled from his introspective reverie by your soft, suggestive voice — no, sorry — the soft, suggestive voice of Princess Guinevere.

"Wanna be my dragon, Eddie?" you asked.

Eddie wasn't exactly sure why that made his breath catch in his throat.

He nodded dumbly, silent, then forced himself to speak because he didn't want to look totally lame in front of a Princess. "Okay. Yeah, I'll be your dragon."

You graced him with a smile before Oliver's tiny but booming voice cut through the air of the darkening night. "HEY! Dragons don't talk!" the boy stomped his foot and hit his stick against the muddy ground in annoyance.

A laugh bubbled from your throat and Eddie grinned, jumping into a wide-legged stance before outstretching his arms, tilting his head back, and roaring.

[sundrop-writes]

Over the past few days, I have not at all been feeling a good creative flow, and it's really been throwing me off. I have really been trying to work on the winners of the last polls - I think the longer Daryl fic is tabled for now. I wrote out the entire plot for it, all the details of my ideas so that I can come back to it later. But when I was actually trying to write it out, I was having 0 flow with it. I am still trying to work on the Rosita PWP fic because it's something I really want to do.

But I also want to work on a longer oneshot, and I was thinking that something that would be really creatively fulfilling for me would be to do a remake/repost of one of my older fics. I have several fics for The Walking Dead that are currently on AO3 that are not on Tumblr, and I think that those fics could use some editing and improvement and then they could be brought to Tumblr all new and shiny and amazing.

Two of these would be more of a repost - most of the fic would still be the same. One or two scenes will be added to enhance the story and most of the editing will be around grammar and slight sentences here and there, but I do mostly consider them up to my current standards.

And the other two fics will be complete remakes (I think I will still have the old versions present on AO3, and upload the new versions as completely new fics with the same title, or possibly even change the name, who knows). These fics were written a long time ago, and they are written in my old style, so I want to overhaul them completely to put them up to my new standards. (Especially the Glenn x Reader fic - it would be completely unrecognisable compared to the old version. The only thing that would be the same is the bare bones plot.)

So, out of these four fics (and I do encourage you to go and read the fics if you haven't before to better inform your decision) - which one would you like to see a shiny new version of?

And, keep in mind, because I will be working on this fic and focusing on it, I am likely to write a continuation of the fic beyond what it had before, because I am focusing on new ideas for it. (Yes, even Hold Me Tight Or Don't might be getting a continuation - I have something up my sleeve inspired by a really amazing commenter.)

Potential Reposts (fics that will be slightly edited):

The World Is Ugly - Maggie Greene x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Angst and Smut with a Fluffy Ending. Set during Season 2 and Season 4. When you arrive at Hershel’s farm with the group, you are hiding two very important secrets: you are a lesbian (which is very controversial in the religious south) - and you self harm. Eventually, Maggie finds out both of these things, and despite your first impressions of her - doesn’t judge you for either of them. In fact, she falls deeper in love with you. (21,400 words.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don’t - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Poly Relationship. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4. After being bitten while trying to help get Glenn and Maggie to safety, you are facing your last hours of life. And in those last hours, you only have one wish - to have sex with your partners one last time. Luckily for you, they would do anything for you, and they can’t help but to oblige. (7,200 words.)

Potential Remakes (fics that will be completely overhauled):

Day and Night - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Strangers to ‘Lovers’. Fluff and Hurt/Comfort. Set Pre-Season 4. When Daryl gets into some trouble on a hunt and gets shot, a random stranger comes to his rescue. He doesn’t expect that stranger to be beautiful, kind, and to make him a candlelit dinner after treating his wounds. (Wait - is this a date?) (5,000 words.) - NOTE: this fic is the only one of the four that does not feature smut, and I'm not sure if a remake would include smut or if I would keep the rating and the vibe the same.

State of Emergency - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set in an AU of Season 1. When Glenn encounters his first zombie, he knocks on your door for help. Because you’ve seen all the zombie apocalypse media, you’re well prepared. The two of you decide to wait out the end of the world together - and you warm up to each other very quickly. (3,400 words.)

[crazystargirl]

OH MY GUACAMOLE! JACK AND READER AT A RED CARPET

Reader is wearing a beautiful red dress and it catches Jack's eye because it's his favorite color. He knows her from Marvel because she plays a character in those movies. (probably a teen hero like spiderman) He fangirls over her and then realizes he's sort of famous too and walks over to talk to her. You can make up the rest :) I love your writing btwww!

you're also famous!

pairing ! - jack champion x reader 

a/n ! - oooo i like this request, ty for it <333 also i decided to get rid of the word count since i felt pressured to reach a certain number 😭

you were currently posing on the red carpet for the photos for the scream 6

you had been obsessed with the scream movies since you were young, so when you got invited to the premiere you were ecstatic

unknown to you, jack was watching you as they were taking group photos

he had seen you out of the corner of your eye since your dress was his favorite color

that and also the fact that you were one of the only people wearing a red dress

he'd seen you before in a few marvel movies where you portrayed silk (yall ik she doesn't rlly have a significant role in the mcu but let's pretend she does)

he was a huge fan of you since he's always loved spiderman since he was young

he wanted to go over and talk to you but it felt like he couldn't since there were so many interviewers stopping you

he took this time to take more photos and get interviewed but he kept freaking out since you were there

jack had absolutely adored our acting ever since he found out about you and very desperately wanted to get to talk to you

mason knew that jack would fangirl over you so he nudged jack

“dude just go talk to her, you're also famous” he said with a chuckle

jack felt himself go slightly pink, completely forgetting that he was now famous and it wouldn't be like he was talking to someone who didn't even know him

you had seen jack before and were impressed by his acting, especially since he wasn't in that many movies

after you had finished up an interview, you felt someone tap your shoulder and you turn around, looking up at the person

“hey uh i'm jack, i just wanted to introduce myself and just say i'm a huge fan” jack said looking nervous

“aww thank you! i'm y/n and i'm also a big fan of yours!” you say with a smile

“wait really?” he said shocked that you knew who he was

“yeah! you're spider in avatar and you're ethan in this movie!” you say laughing 

“ohhhh yeah, i didn't really think people would realize that's me” he said with a chuckle, feeling himself warming up to you

you guys ended up talking for a while and jack took you to meet some of the other cast, who you were also big fans of

after the movie, jack came up to you asking you what you thought and then said something so unexpected 

“so uh do you think i could get your number?” he asked nervously 

you were shocked but nodded quickly, giving jack your phone so he could type his number in

“i know this seems a bit quick but i was wondering if i could take you out some time?” he said after handing your phone back

“no it's ok! but yeah i would absolutely love to!!!” you said, excitedly

when it was time to finally leave, jack gave you a hug and you kissed him on the cheek

“i'll text you later!” you said, leaving the embrace, giggling at jack's shocked expression 

“yeah right that…bye y/n!!!” he said finally getting back to normal and waving at you

“bye jack!!!” you said, getting into the car

you were so excited for what jack had in mind for taking you out

especially since he had been your long time celebrity crush

taglist ! - @xyzstar, @gwenlore, @dizscreams, @urmomcomsiimiamour, @nonniesworld, @chemtr4ilz, @physchobanana

lmk if you want to be added/removed !

©crazystargirl || do NOT copy or repost without my permission

[wifeofeorr]

This woman is completely out of place, I didn't copy her or look for problems with her at first, some of my post were relased before her, you can even check that on my profile. she was the one who comment and even stalked my profile since I joined tumblr, the only argument she thinks she has is that I have a heart necklace with a photo of Elliot, which is not the same size, color or design as hers, and which has the same photo and is a copair is something stupid argue because I have more than 4 photos for that necklace, and that photo is only one of them. But you don't show that 🤣 And I also see your necklace on Pinterest when you search for your supposed photo. they real anger is because I consider myself Elliot's wife, who legitimately I am because of my dr and shifting like... my marriage to him is real, it's not a fantasy or some fangirl feeling, if you know what I mean, we (shifters) are with them actually, more than any fan or whatever Yes, I'm only telling you because it's very funny to me. I can't even get they straight, she has had very harassing behavior towards me because of that, copying my posts too, or continuing to talk about me, not even for Elliot, but to provoke me. Personally, I don't like her person apart from that, just as she has been a harasser with me when the conflict ended, she only seeks to offend me because I have a dr face claim and in the process she harasses Elliot's family and idolizes his actions without any shame (with that disgusting match with Elliot's bag at the CRIME scene full of bullets with which he murdered people. and posting or checking his family's house for 'trash humor'). the people who say I am copy her give heart to my post in the same way lol. Elliot look for me in my dream and I didn't choose to have that connection with him either, it's not being his fan or that I just want to get to know him, it's that there really is real love between us, a connection of souls, he looked for me in my dreams, and I love that! There are things that I didn't even knew that she had published about Elliot, and I reposted someone else's video because they were nice, that's all and there is one that names Elliot, I don't understand nothing, she has literally played this game, she copies me and I just I responded. Apart that I physically use ruslana not because I have her face on my dr, but because I have the same features there, not her face lol. Your argument "Literally stealing the imagines of a deseaced woman." So Elliot isn't a deseaced man too? Are you not stealing his imagine and making collages adding you there? How hypocritical for God's sake. He also committed suicide and you publish him in the same way.

You literally started changing your posts after our argument to match mine. While I left the country with you. In fact, instead of talking to me and making things clear in private, you rather put on a show in public to prove that you're not insecure. It only makes it clear to me how inefficient you are to even act like a normal, thinking human being and resolve a conflict and a misunderstanding through your cells.

I was ignoring you because you were the one who kept mentioning me. You are the complete harasser. And your friends? I have no fucking idea who your friends are, woman. I only send requests to Elliot's account requests and the ones who interact with my post. It's not my problem if they are your friends or not. but since you mention it. I don't know who they are at all. and MY posts about my dream with Elliot caused my personal experience. (NOW NOBODY CAN DREAM WITH ELLIOT LOL.) 😵You didn't even know him for that. You have said before. You only came to knew him a decade ago and magically you decided to like him for some reason.

The message you show about that story is not even mine. I don't have other accounts. I have no idea who this is.

and I published it while you had me blocked. Because yes, you also stalk my profile and book and unblock me to see what I upload. my publications that you show in that post. They were while you had me blocked. So there is no real proof that I copied you in the same way.

And like Lanza's publication, it wasn't even his forum, it was a list of tapes. The fact that I only liked it (although I shouldn't explain it to you because it's not your damn problem) was just for the information. I'm a shifter not a fan of tcc. Not my problem if you don't even know what is that. You're the one with very serious problems here. But I can't let you that you bother me this way anymore. GET HELP. If you wanna talk about people being crazy. Let's going to talk about you.

And if so, I could change my Twitter accounts and put a different name. but I didn't do it.

'My own fantasy' says the one who thinks that is Elliot's soulmate and criticizes other relationships and spiritual experiences that others have with him. It's as if you don't realize that you're making a fool of yourself. wanting to make myself look like the bad guy when the crazy one out of place and fantasizing pretending to be something that isn't is YOU. 🥰

and stealing images? now no one can make a collague with pinterest images because it is copy lol. 😭🤣

I invite you to honestly block me and don't tell people that you block me when you know it's not true. I know when you see my profiles, when you unblock me over and over again. And what's worse, this line you're crossing has me quite irritated. I'm not a threat at all towards you, but if you don't like my content or whatever, block me! It's not that difficult. Your behavior just shows how immature you are, and when you say that I call Elliot "old man" no one was talking about him. I always meant you, I don't even know why you bring Elliot into the conversation. When Elliot himself will never be 33 years old. He will never be old because he died at 22. You can't believe that Elliot is 33 because he's not with us, he doesn't age and he never will.

literally how sad and disgusting this person is. You're saying you hate when people make fun of Elliot and you laugh when someone posts about him. Don't even realize that you're a fucking bully too, like the kind of women Elliot hated and always will. Laughing at others when Elliot defended people on the Internet for the same type of jokes about how they look. Actually. I don't even have to make public everyone else's opinion of you on tumblr who message me. That you are completely crazy about someone you didn't even know. And such a weird stalker. I can say that's fucking true. Not even Elliot would like this kind of disgusting and disrespectful behavior towars him and his family: REAL PEOPLE, who had real feelings and a painful lost.

This is my last and only one answer to you. I don't care what you keep saying or telling to people anyways. I know my true, this is completely misunderstanding, believe me. My own friends are laughing about the copy of Monette Moio too. 😪🤮

I hope you find someone who really loves you and actually look at you. Just will be never be him. ☺️💕💕💕

I really want to end this topic because it's so boring fighting with a fangirl that it just want to makes me look bad (but she doesn't lol) And to continue fighting over something so insignificant, everyone has ideals about who Elliot is. And I won't move mine just for yours. Not for anyone.

Like.. this is not funny. 😐

You're hating on someone who loves him. So fucking gross.

Your 'husband' was a human being, girl. Not a character. Saying that I am obssesed with him, when you do all this things...☠️

You don't even know what Shifting is and you're calling both of them the same.

Also her:

Like, you can't not that say that this is so disrespectful if you know what was and the purpose in that bag and where they found it.

I don't even have to say it. What's wrong with you. Why are you given your opinion if nobody ask you about that. ☠️

Her literally saying how she meet Elliot. It wasn't by a dream. 🤥

You really need the help, this is so worring. someone who help her inmediatly, please! She's a complety pyscho and she needs help for her own sake and mental health. 🤕🤡

[viajandopelomar]

I was plagiarized in a post by ACOTAR. Another Brazilian, on top of that🖕🏻cretin . What the hell was that? I answered an ask from another Brazilian in Portuguese and the other creature simply made a post without changing almost anything in English. On the same day. I hope you get a stomach ache or fall down the stairs. Hell. You could just repost it, damn it, or translate it and say that it was an original post. Disgrace.

IT WAS A POST ABOUT FEYRE, TOMAS AND NESTAAAAA. Damn. I realized it as soon as I saw it ☠️

AND HE STILL POSTED IT ON THE SAME DAY!!!!

I admit that the person added things and made everything a little more elaborate, but I just read the ask and answered. The person came from hell, copied it, improved it and even posted it in tags that I don't usually use. Well, I'm going to post this shit here in these same tags too, damn it. And the link to the original post in Portuguese is here too.

Ask I received from @hani-yo (I put it in English through google translator):

"About the post you reblogged recently, I wanted to point out a perspective (actually, to recall something from Feyre's past self) that I don't see anyone mentioning: it was precisely Feyre who told Nestha, before she was taken to the springlands, not to marry Thomas. Feyre, in the first book, saw all of Thomas's red flags and told Nestha not to marry him, because he, having an abusive father with his own wife, would treat Nestha the same way. And you're telling me that this younger, inconsequential Feyre from ACOTAR was able to see through a man she barely knew, but can't see through Cassian? Through Rhysand? It's said on Wiki that Thomas was popular and had many friends, perhaps the people of the village didn't expect him to be a predator, but Feyre realized it.

And you know what's most ironic? Do you know what Feyre's argument was for his intuition about Thomas? That he didn't take a stand against his father to protect his own mother, that he never did anything to help, and consequently in her logic, this made her believe that Thomas actually agreed with his father's attitude towards his mother. Not to mention the fact that Thomas looked lustfully at Feyre (basically drying her off), so she was already wary of him.

And you know who else doesn't take a stand against an abusive man who wants to *KILL* an innocent woman? Yes, Cassian. And the worst part is that the woman is his own partner. And in a way, Feyre's logic can be applied here... If he doesn't stand up for her, it's because deep down he supports and believes that the abuse against Nestha is the right thing to do. And from what we can see from his POV... That's more than concrete."

To which I replied:

"YES YES YES YES YOU'RE RIGHT!!!! Feyre even uses the same logic with Lucien and Tamlin: if he didn't help me, he'll support Tamlin too.

Cassian is in a similar situation here, he's a friend of the High Lord. The similarity ends there, because their relationship isn't limited to friendship outside of work like Lucien and Tamlin, Cassian and Rhysand call themselves brothers and Nesta is his PARTNER, and he doesn't just keep quiet when Rhysand threatens to kill her, he PUNISHES HER! And he also keeps quiet when she belittles him. He's pushed her away more than once in public and Feyre has SEEN IT! She saw him change lingerie weeks after proposing to Nesta and then leave her alone again. Feyre only sees what she wants. If she likes Cassian, then Cassian is good. Surprise: he's not even for her, content to obey the master and let her die without even knowing why.

And in the second book there's a whole paragraph about how Cassian and Azriel would turn against Rhsyand if she were in danger at his hands. Ilary. She had to and they didn't even blink. Not even Morrigan, who she has as a sister and supposedly helps women to have a choice of their own.

If Tomas was bad just for "letting" his father hit his mother (excluding other things we know about him) what would Cassian be if he allowed his brother to kill the supposed love of his life?"

There, that's what I posted.

I want to add something for the plagiarist: in your post you implied that Feyre knew disgusting things about Tomas "If Tomas was bad just for "letting" his father beat his mother (Feyre's first reason to dislike him was because of this, before knowing how disgusting he was)" you wrote (rewrote on top of my text), but it's not quite like that. I'm re-reading ACOTAR and I passed the scene where Tomas stares at Feyre and he stares at her hungrily because she's carrying a bunch of rabbits. It was hunger. She says it herself a few paragraphs earlier when she says that Tomas's family was a bit better off than the Archerons. So it's completely clear that Tomas faced her with hunger (for food) and Feyre was careful not to bump into him after that. This also goes for the question, which when I answered I hadn't yet picked up the book to re-read. I understand that many people remember it as if he had looked at FEYRE, at her body because it's a detail in the narrative that doesn't get any focus, so this goes as an addition to my answer to you @hani-yo😉.

The plagiarist should confirm the information she finds out there before simply changing the language and posting it to get more views. I'm really pissed off. Why the fuck plagiarize a fandom post, bro?😶

26 years of being punched in the ass and plagiarizing others. Be ashamed of yourself, filthy 😡

🇧🇷 me plagiaram num post de acotar. Outra brasileira, ainda por cima🖕🏻, cretina. que porra foi essa. respondi uma ask de outra brasileira em português e a outra criatura simplesmente fez um post sem alterar quase nada em inglês. no mesmo dia. espero que você tenha dor de barriga ou caia da escada. inferno. era só repostar, cacete, ou traduzir e falar que tinha um post original. desgraça.

FOI UM POST SOBRE FEYRE, TOMAS E NESTAAAA. porra. percebi assim que bati o olho ☠️

E AINDA POSTOU NO MESMO DIA!!!!

admito que a pessoa acrescentou coisas e deixou tudo um pouco mais elaborado, mas eu só li a ask e respondi. veio a pessoa do inferno, copiou, melhorou e ainda postou nas tags que eu não costumo usar. pois vou postar essa merda aqui nessas mesmas tags também cacete. e o link do post original em português está aqui também

Quero acrescentar algo para a plagiadora: no seu post você deu a entender que Feyre sabia coisas nojentas sobre Tomas “If Tomas was bad just for "letting" his father beat his mother (Feyre's first reason to dislike him was because of this, before knowing how disgusting he was)” você escreveu (reescreveu em cima do meu texto), mas não é bem assim. Estou relendo ACOTAR e passei pela cena que Tomas encara Feyre e ele encarou ela de forma faminta porque ela carregava uma penca de coelhos. Foi pela fome. Ela mesma diz isso, alguns parágrafos antes quando afirma que a família de Tomas tinha uma condição um pouco melhor que os Archerons. Então está totalmente explícito que Tomas a encarou com fome (de comida) e Feyre tomou cuidado para não esbarrar nele depois disso. Isso também vai para a ask, que quando respondi eu ainda não tinha pegado o livro para reler. Eu entendo que muitas pessoas se lembrem como se ele tivesse olhado para FEYRE, para o corpo dela porque é uma detalhe na narrativa que não ganha foco, então iss vai como um acréscimo a minha resposta para você hanyio 😉.

Inclusive, a pessoa também usou a tag Amren, o que não faz sentido já que ela sequer é mencionada 🤔. Mas fica aí a dica caso encontrem. Esbarrei nisso agora a pouco.

A plagiadora deveria confirmar as informações que encontra por aí antes de simplesmente mudar o idioma e postar para obter mais visualizações. To muito puta. Por que inferno plagiar uma postagem de fandom, mano?😶

26 anos socados na bunda e plagiando os outros. toma vergonha na tua cara, sua imunda 😡

[chevvy-ryder]

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Finally I get to post these, too! I'm simping these latex suits so hard! @pinkyjulien making all my dreams come true one after another without even knowing it! He just does things I like and enjoy and would love to have but never beg about because one day they magically appear anyway — I'm super lucky haha! Thank you bro for providing always such cool stuff for male (and female) V for everyone to enjoy, your work is amazing (as is the work of all the other modders out there as well)! <3 Some more about these shots if you're interested: These were done before I had NPV Ry. I shot Ryder first asap as the latex suit came out and thought a lot about giving it to Thyjs as well (yes, another matching outfit) but wasn't sure if it fits him like it does to Ry. To my surprise it looked good on him but not as good as it sits on Ryder (I wanna bite his thighs ffs). I added the fur collar to Thy at first but that was srsly too edgy for him so I went back to give him his soldier belt and that did the trick. Also had to pose him more soldier-like and see there — I was content enough to finally take his pics as well.

First I've wanted to post each seperately but then I randomly placed Thyjs next to Ryder and used a blending effect just because I wanted to see how they look next to each other and decided to let this exactly like it is and make a sort of graphics post out of it. After a week of looking into text/lyrics I've found what you can read on a few pics — its from three different songs and more random rather than fitting. Got no vigor to look further so it is what it is now :)

Another fun fact: This is all shot in V's apartment in mega building and Ryder's pics have been way pinker in the originals — I massively changed the colors of his shots because srsly he's had endured enough pink in the past weeks!

[theprismyyy]

THINK WITH ME!!!! A Yellowjackets Au in the best OuterBanks style😭😭

Imagine dying near the beach, going surfing, taking trips on some old boat like the one the troupe had, living most of the time in Natalie's old house which would definitely be like JJ... that said:

Natalie: Natalie would live with her parents in that old house that quickly became the group's hangout, which is amazing and makes her life a little less shitty. Her father spends half the day out drinking and doing his own thing, while her mother just sleeps in that old armchair and doesn't even notice the teenagers.

Lottie, Jackie and Shauna: I mean...Lottie and Jackie are definitely Kooks, but Shauna makes me wonder a little more about it, maybe she could be considered one too, like she's not exactly rich, but she lives in a nice neighborhood and in a nice house and her parents have good jobs that definitely don't demand everything from them and provide their daughter with a good life, all that added to the fact that she's Jackie's best friend...yeah I think Shauna would be more inclined to be a Kook.

Taissa: Urgg Taissa would definitely be like Pope, but not as "scared and proper" as Pope from the first season. Anyway, she's super Pogue and wants to do everything she can to really get a good scholarship and give her parents a better life :)) Just like Pope, she helps her father with the sales deliveries (and just like him, she sometimes does stupid things to help her friends😭)

Van: 100% Pogue with all her heart and soul, also Natalie's best friend and the two loved taking her boat to go diving, fishing and stuff, they both probably ended up sleeping on this old boat and woke up full of mosquito bites more times than they can count <3 surf queens too Van always makes fun of Natalie when she gets hit by a particularly big wave. This girl is completely in love with Taissa and always freezes around her, like a complete and blushing mess because imagine Van going to get something from Tai's family's store and running into her, then she's like: 😲😃🥴

Laura Lee: Do I really need to say? She's a total Kook, her parents are rich and super religious, her dad is a really prestigious priest (and involved in local politics🙄). Her parents always tell her not to get involved with Pogues, claiming that they're troublemakers, delinquents and just cause problems :(( But how could she when Lottie is friends with so many of them and she follows her around like a puppy? They've also always treated her so well and are so nice, so she really can't understand why her dad would hate them so much, they're just people😭 she would be a sweetheart, but she's already a sweetheart with everyone anyway.

Misty: I'm inclined to say she'd be a Kook...but not the traditional kind, like her parents are well-off and all, but she's not really a popular person who hangs out with the other Kooks and does Kook things. She's a total outcast, an outcast among those in her social class and those who aren't in her class as well (the Pogues)😭. She's tried to make friends with both sides, but the Kooks think she's...weird and totally out of the ordinary, while the Pogues...let's just say she always says something wrong that makes her look like a complete clueless idiot :(( poor baby, but she later manages to become part of the club, maybe she'll end up saving the group's skin when they get into trouble by helping them hide or something, after all no one would really suspect a Kook.

@before-it-felt-like-a-sin @lacyscabinet @jellyb3annn

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[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

I'm Just a Recluse

REQUEST: Hi I saw that your requests were open so I decided to give this a go by the way I absolutely suck at doing requests but I seen almost nothing on this 'prompt' Yandere!idia shroud x reader who has a massive crush on him but thinks he doesn't feel the same way. This idea has been rotting in my mind for the longest time. (ps: I really hope that this was clear enough 😭😭😭 again I'm sorry I really suck at writing requests)

SUMMARY: Does he have feelings for you? WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: Maybe manipulative reader, yandere-ish Idia, Idia being possessive and jealous mostly, Azul just wants blackmail, most likely OOC, Idia getting flustered, written in less than 30 minutes so I can't guarantee the quality but this is how I write- A/N: Anon I love that you requested because I was unable to sleep, but at the same time it's nearing 3 AM as I write this authors note help 😭 (dw you're amazing and your request was perfect, I really suck at writing stuff that was requested so it's like we're two sides of a coin (if that doesn't make sense i'm sorry)) Anyways I'm like 90% sure I botched this because I don't think I know Idia that well (I am going off what I know of him so far, so there may be inconsistencies with canon and whatnot) and it ended up being less yandere?? Idk mostly because I was like "yes I'm writing a yandere but I got an idea that's not 100% yandere" (as one does) and then it went down a whole 'nother rabbit hole- so I'm so sorry if this is not what you were looking for (also the fact that I'm writing this late at night does not help either) Reading your request over I'm mostly sure that what you were looking for was something similar to "soft reader x yandere!Idia" and not whatever the thing I wrote is- but I wrote it so I might as well publish it- Also the fact that I added Azul and Floyd because I love them and my late night brain said "might as well" is uh- yeah- A/N: Also I'm really sorry Idia I suck at titles </3

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You always liked Idia. You weren’t really sure why, since you never really saw him much… He seemed to be always in his room, playing games. Mostly, you saw him while passing by the room that the board game club occupied. Other than the occasional passing by as you walked through the halls, that was the only thing.

Well, there was really nothing to go by, to explain your crush. You tried to dismiss it as just liking his aesthetics, or something like that - you didn’t know him well, after all. Or, rather, at all. And there was no way that he even knew about you.

Well, it was a good thought. Still, you joined the board game club, if only to up your chances of Idia noticing you.

The housewarden of Ignihyde had not registered you much at first. You were the person possibly isekai’d into this world (like a character from an anime), but other than that, you seemed like another regular person.

Or so he thought.

Once you had joined his club, things changed drastically.

You had been doing everything you could to try to spend some time with Idia, playing the same games as him and trying to talk to him.

The poor boy got flustered and he couldn’t do much. Here was a real person who seemed nice, talking to an otaku like him. It was unheard of.

Still, a game was enough to make him relax a bit, enough to have a semi-decent conversation.

He gradually found himself getting more and more interested in you. At first, he had asked Ortho for anything on you, but then he started to try more to connect with you. However, they were subtle.

Sometimes, a note placed in your desk, other times a flower in your room. Small, simple things, never signed, and without a trace of anyone.

Of course, he had Ortho do it - he didn’t want to get caught, that would make him want to die - but he still wished he could see your reactions.

Maybe you were happy, intrigued. But then again, perhaps you would be disgusted when you realized who had been the one sending those gifts. Perhaps you hated otakus. Weren’t they the people least likely to get into a relationship?

Still, he shook off those thoughts. He had to make sure you at least didn’t get grossed out and quit his club. That would make him so distressed that he wouldn’t come out of his room for at least ten years. He liked seeing your face, and didn’t want that light of happiness gone.

He should’ve known this was coming, though.

Unbeknownst to Idia, however, you had struck a deal with Azul. "Help me get Idia to fall in love with me by whatever means necessary," were your exact words. And Azul knew he could most likely blackmail both you and Idia later, however this turned out. So, being the benevolent person he was, he accepted. (And also? It would be interesting to see how this turned out in general, even without being able to get blackmail). As a show of trust, he didn't even force you to sign a contract with him. How truly benevolent he was.

So here you were, sitting a bit too close to Azul, leaning in slightly to him to discuss a game when you heard the door open. Your eyes flickered up slightly, meeting Idia's carefully composed gaze. "Hi, Idia-san."

Oh, how he longed to snatch you away from Azul… But no, he couldn't do that. Obviously Azul was better for you anyway… He was smart, and he could talk to people. And he had money. Obviously you'd like that more than a recluse.

But still… How he wanted you to drop the formal titles and call him just by name… Just like in all the romance anime he watched. "Oh, drop the -san and call me by name!" That's what he could've said, what he wanted to say - but he couldn't. What if you were grossed out?

He moved to the other side of the room, getting out one of the games and starting to set it up. His eyes flickered up as he met your gaze (and unwillingly, Azul's). He didn't miss how your hands were intertwined. Why were normal couples like this…

You tilted your head slightly to the side as you asked about playing the game with him. Idia was startled at first, but reluctantly agreed. He was irritated that Azul was here - didn't he hate luck-based games? Or was he so in love that he would do anything just to stay by your side? Oh, how it made him sick.

After a few rounds, he was done. He was tired of it all. The last straw was when he saw Azul wrap an arm around your shoulders.

Your eyes widened as Idia got up quickly, hitting the table in the process, the pieces scattering to the floor. He didn't seem to notice as he stepped toward you, pulling you from Azul's grasp.

Azul had been holding on lightly, barely even touching you, so there was no resistance. He just watched you and Idia quietly, thoughtfully, all the gears spinning in his head.

"You're not hanging out with a guy like him," Idia muttered quietly. "You're staying with me." He moved his grip to hold your wrist, tugging you out of the club room.

You followed without resisting. What else would you even do? Try to fight him? Of course not. Not when you were so close to getting what you wanted.

He cornered you in a deserted hallway, staring at you. You waited for a moment before tentatively speaking. "Idia…?"

Idia stayed quiet, the tips of his hair just gradually growing into a vibrant shade of pink. Finally, he got out, "…I shouldn't have done that…"

"Shouldn't have done what?" Your eyes were wide, so cute… But he shook the thought off.

"Shouldn't have dragged you away. Obviously you want a guy like him for a boyfriend and not me."

You paused. Your plan… Had it worked? Was he jealous? "Hey- I don't like Azul. Not in a romantic way anyway. The person I like is the person I'm talking to right now."

Idia froze. He had to be dreaming. This had to be some elaborate VR set that showed him what he wanted most in the world. Perhaps… It was so cheesy too. Like some scene from a romance anime. He met your gaze.

But still…

"Me? You have to be joking. I mean, who would like me? I'm just a recluse who stays in his room all day playing games-"

"But you're more than that," you cut him off, before smiling a little apologetically. "You're sweet, and kind, and I love the way your eyes light up when you're talking about your favorite anime or game."

Shit. No one had said that to him before. "W-well. I-" He cut himself off. He couldn't say it. He couldn't say something so embarrassing. Yeah, he had dragged you away from Azul in the heat of the moment, but that was because he wasn't thinking. He let the jealousy, the possessiveness, guide his actions.

And now he was paying for it.

"I-"

"C'mon, Idia-san, get it out." Your voice was so gentle, so soothing.

"I like you and I really wanted to get to know you better but I wasn't sure if you liked me so I sent all sorts of weird creepy stuff like notes and I bet you're disappointed because it was just me and not, y'know, some cool ikemen."

His words were so fast it was almost a blur. Before you could even process his words, he took a deep breath and continued.

"And I really want you to stop calling me -san and just by my name but I don't want to ask that of you because I'm just some random creep who is obsessed with you and wants to keep you to himself and-"

"Stop stop stop." You laughed a little. "Hey, I'm not disappointed that you were the one sending me the gifts - they were sweet. I was worried that Rook-san might have been the ones sending them, but I'm glad to get the confirmation that you were the one."

Why would you think it had been Rook? Perhaps you had a crush-

"And, you only needed to ask if you wanted me to drop the -san, Idia." You smiled sweetly at him.

Well, at least you hadn't caught the 'obsessed' and 'creep' part? That was embarrassing of him to say.

Idia looked more and more flustered before he just stepped closer to you, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you in an embrace. His face nuzzled in to the crook of your neck, heart beating too fast and his palms sweaty. Was this okay? Would you like it - perhaps he should've cleaned up a bit more-

Your arms wrapped around him, and he immediately relaxed. What he wouldn't do to have you hold him like that for the whole night - whole week, even.

Unfortunately, at that moment, Floyd had to come skipping through the halls. "Koebi-chan and Hotaruika-senpai? What're you doing here - Is Azul done with his boring club?"

Idia let out a soft huff, glaring at Floyd even as he held on to you. "One, the board game club is /not/ a boring club, and two, I'm hugging [Y/N]."

How bold of him to say.

"Ooh, can I hug Koebi-chan too? I bet I can squeeze them so tight~"

Idia somehow held you tighter, turning you away from Floyd. "No. Now go run off and find Azul or something." How he had managed to hold a full conversation with Floyd, he wasn't sure. At least he seemed bored enough to run off… He sighed softly. He'd have to spend more time with you in his dorm. He was still holding you tightly as he walked to his dorm.

~bonus~ Azul was just around the corner and listening in to your conversation, phone recording everything that had happened. He sighed as Floyd had come in - of course he had to ruin it. Still, he had gotten some good stuff. "Hmm? Azul, you're here… Spying on Koebi-chan and Hotaruika-senpai?" Floyd's head tilted slightly to the side. "Don't say something as crass as spying. I was merely gaining intelligence." "So, spying." "Gaining intelligence, Floyd." Azul let out a soft sigh. "That you got in the way of." "I did nothing." "Yes you did."

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[starleska]

Hi yes hello there, I'm losing my mind. So I was just perusing the lovely artwork on the Welcome Home "Welcome Home!" page and I noticed something. There are only two pictures (that I've found) of Eddie's watch that actually show the face of the watch, now the weird thing about that is its coloring. Half of it is white, and the other is black. Now if we assume that the watch is placed like an actual clock (with 12 pointing up) this would mean that the hours 9 to 6 are black. When I saw this my first thought was that 9PM to 6AM were being covered. Adding more credit to those who find it odd that both Sally has some weird moon imagery (on her clothes and house) and the fact that the show always ended before it got dark. Theorizing that stuff goes down after dark, typically, in the US, the sun sets at 9 and rises at 6. Now that I've had time to think this through I've realized that the watch would also display 9AM and 6PM in the black bits. All this to say, I have solved nothing but if I kept this in I think I would explode. Sorry for such a big...ask? (I didn't ask anything) uh, what's your favorite color?

👀👀👀 now anon, you're absolutely onto something here, but i'm not sure how much i can say!! i highly recommend going and becoming a monthly supporter of Clown's Kofi, and having a look at the concept art for Eddie there - with the understanding that no one should repost art made available only to supporters, or be discussing what's available there without Clown's consent. because of this, i'm only going to talk about the art currently available on the Welcome Home website, which we know to be canon:

you're absolutely right...that is a curious design choice. i've had a scour of the website as well and agree with you that of the canon art we have, these appear to be the only ones which show the face of Eddie's watch...and it's such a severe design for a children's puppet show character. i'm trying to think of all of the Welcome Home characters' cast designs as through the mind of being designed for children, and that makes some choices feel very odd indeed;;; i want to point out that the hours which are shaded actually appear to be 9pm till 3am - 6 hours which can be indisputably be considered night-time in the US. if one of the numbers were 6, the other would have to be 12 to make a vertical slice across the watch face. i'm unsure if this is relevant, but here in the UK, 9pm is our watershed - the hours past which adult content is allowed to be broadcast on television, with the understanding that most children will be in bed then. one could argue that the design has been simplified to convey the concepts of night and day easily to a young audience, but the sharp black half - which doesn't appear to show individual hours like the light half does - gives the idea of those times being off-limits somehow. perhaps we're overthinking it, and it really is as simple as 'Eddie and the rest of the Welcome Home cast have bedtimes similar to that of the children who watch the show, and his watch is half-blacked out to show kids when night-time is.' on the other hand...i find this sharp blackness to have a similar jarring effect to the ooze creeping out from underneath Home's door, and the spiral void we can see on the Neighbourhood map on mobile. yes, Eddie's design and the other characters have small areas of blackness to balance out the overwhelming rainbow of their designs...but this is an interesting choice indeed 👀💖 [edit] oh!!! my favourite colour's green :3c

[sunkibae]

DECODE; eli moskowitz | chapter III

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x fem!oc

Warnings: bullying, some swear words, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2031

A/N: it's a bit angsty, and there are some mentions of Kellys past but nothing specific yet

-> previous chapter

I don't consent this work being copied, translated or reposted !!

"Cyberbullying is no joke," Ms. Blatt's loud voice echoed through the cafeteria, but most of the students seemed completely unconcerned. "Sending someone hurtful messages is just as damaging as saying it to their face."

Kelly looked around the cafeteria and the only thing she noticed was Kyler and Brucks snickering at Blatt's speech. She sighed, glancing at Sam, Yasmin, and Moon, who didn't even look up from their phones.

"I won't give a name, but a certain mother called me because her son was crying after kids laughed at his facial scar on the internet," Kelly's gaze fell on Eli sitting next to her, the boy hunched over, covering his mouth with his hand. Whispers spread through the cafeteria, and a few people started pointing at him. Griffiths sent the boy a reassuring look, placing her hand on his shoulder in a gesture of support.The blonde merely flinched at her touch, unable to lift his gaze to her.

"But we want to make this school safe for all students," The teacher continued her monologue, even though everyone had once again stopped paying attention to her.

"If you're tired of it, my dojo is looking for students," Miguel turned to Eli, who surprisingly nodded and didn't look like he thought it was a terrible idea at all.

"Sure. Did you hear Eli?" Demetrie interjected, in a mocking tone. "Learn karate and you'll kick some major ass."

"I'm serious," Diaz straightened up in his chair, now addressing everyone at the table. "My sensei is cool, I'll get you all discounts. You too, Kelly."

"Sounds interesting, but we prefer to spend the afternoon playing games instead of getting punched in the face," Demetrie didn't sound at all interested in his friend's proposal. However, Kelly could see that Eli didn't completely agree with him. She sighed heavily, realizing that even now the boy was unable to stand his ground.

"Kelly?" Miguel looked at her expectantly.

"I'm not doing karate anymore," she stated briefly, then cursed under her breath as she realized what she had just said.

"Wait a second," the boy leaned towards her, with a considerable curiosity painted on his face. In fact, the whole trio was looking at her expectantly. "Do you know karate?"

"I used to do it," She emphasized the ending of the word, then sighed upon seeing their faces, realizing they wouldn't let up until she said something more. "My mom is a black belt, she taught me since I was a kid. I used to train a lot when i lived in Boston, went to some competitions sometimes."

Kelly ograniczyła swoja wypowiedź najbardziej jak mogła, na ten moment nie miała ochoty tłumaczyć im niczego więcej na temat swojej przeszłości. Ogólnie nie miała ochoty w żaden sposób o niej myśleć.

"Wow, Kelly, that's amazing," Miguel clapped his hands. "Please, you have to join Cobra Kai. Sensei Lawrence would be thrilled to have someone who already knows something and isn't just another loser."

"Miguel, no," she said firmly, then took a deep breath and added. "I have my reasons, and please respect that," after her words, the boy fell silent, retreating to his place. He didn't want to pressure her, but he desperately wanted to gain new students and help Johnny in any way he could. Miguel wasn't going to give up completely, he was sure that with small steps, he could convince Kelly to return to karate.

"And one more important thing!" Ms. Blatt said even louder. "We are all looking forward to the Halloween ball, but let's not let our costumes offend others. Instead of dressing up as a sexy nurse, dress up as a gender-neutral hospital worker."

"Maybe I'll just go as a nun," Kelly laughed.

<<<<>>>>

Kelly touched up her lip gloss while looking in the mirror in the school bathroom, listening to the muffled music thumping from the gym. She had come there alone. Yasmin and Moon had been giving her disgusted looks for a few days, which she didn't really care about, and Sam still wasn't talking to her either. At least not at school. Larusso had texted Kelly a couple of times, but she stopped when her friend replied that since they weren't talking in person, they wouldn't be texting either.

The brunette adjusted the last bandage she had wrapped around her entire dress to imitate a mummy, tossed her hair back, and headed toward the gym. She had previously texted Eli about when him and Demetrie would show up at the party, so she was sure they would already be there.

As she entered the gym, she immediately felt the stuffy air, a bunch of sweaty students in one place were doing their thing. She looked around the sides of the gym, knowing that she wouldn't find her new friends among the people dancing on the floor. Just as she thought, Eli and Demetrie were literally leaning against one of the walls, and in front of them stood a boy in a skeleton costume, so she assumed it was Diaz.

"Demetrie, did you dress up as some kind of druid or what is that?" she asked, resting her elbow on Miguel's shoulder.

"I can't believe it. You didn't watch "The Amulet" too," the boy scoffed. "I'm a necromancer," he explained, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Whatever that means," Kelly said, then glanced at Eli, sending him a slight smile. "For that, I bet a hundred bucks that Eli is a plastic surgeon." The boy looked at her surprised but nodded, conceding her point.

Kelly was bored to tears. For half the evening, she tried to persuade the boys to go dance with her, but unfortunately, none of them were eager. The three of them just stood by the table sipping punch, until soon they all went to the bathroom together. The girl felt terrible, catching eye contact with Sam, who was sending her apologetic looks.

She felt sorry for their relationship, deeply hurt that the girl still couldn't stand by her side. She knew that LaRusso was waiting for her to reconcile with Yasmin and Moon so that everything could return to normal, but Kelly wasn't even considering that. When she finally distanced herself from them, she saw the whole picture of who Sam's friends were and had no plans go back to them. She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice or even thrice considering her past in Boston.

Kelly was about to go look for the boys when she saw Aisha leaving the room with her head down. Out of the corner of her eye, she also noticed Yasmin, who was proudly watching the girl leave, laughing to herself. She glanced at Samantha, who was just standing next to her with a grim expression. Griffiths couldn't believe it, she hardly recognized Sam and started to wonder if she even wanted to call the girl her friend anymore. She turned around, tense, and quickly left the room, hoping to find Aisha somewhere. She met the girl once before, when they were kids and Kelly was in town visiting the LaRussos.

"Aisha, wait!" She shouted after her when the girl was almost at the school exit. Robinson stood and turned uncertainly toward Kelly, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"Come on, finish off the downed Kelly," Aisha said bitterly, then blinked several times to keep from crying. "It can't get worse than Yasmin anyway."

"Aisha, calm down." Kelly took two steps toward her and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Yasmin is Sams friend, not mine," she explained, seeing the complete lack of trust on Aisha's face.

Kelly was starting to realize the situation she had landed in. People she had hung out with the whole summer had bullied half of the school, and she was selfish enough not to see it earlier. No wonder people still saw her in their category, even if she didn't talk to them. By associating with them before, she had given her approval to their behavior and supported it.

"Kelly, since you moved here, I have seen you on every photo they posted. What do you think that looks like?" Aisha's nervous voice sent chills down her spine. Kelly was so mad at herself at this point, she promised she would never let things like that happen around her ever again. And she didn't keep the promise.

"I was too busy with myself to notice," she muttered, lowering her head. "I never really got close to them, I only spent time with them because of Sam. I'm sorry, Aisha. I should've reached out to you, even when Sam didn't."

"It's okay, I understand," Aisha calmed down a bit, nodded and gave Kelly a slight smile. "I've known Sam since childhood, I get why you thought everything was fine since they are her friends. After all, you didn't know many people here."

"But now I know, and I made my own decision about who I want to spend time with," she said, also smiling at the girl. "But I wish Sam would open her eyes. I've tried to explain to her several times over the summer that something is wrong with those people, but my words just bounced off her."

"She's rich and pretty, she fits in perfectly with them," Aisha shrugged, then chuckled softly. "There's still just the matter of her really getting together with that idiot Kyler"

"I'm sorry to inform you, but she already did." Kelly said, making a typical sour face like Yasmin's, after which both she and Aisha burst into loud laughter.

<<<<>>>>

"Well, what does that mean? No more karate?" Demetrie asked, sounding very unsure of himself.

"Probably," Miguel's lack of emotion broke Kelly's heart. She knew that feeling well, she missed karate too. It was something she was truly passionate about and even this was taken away from her.

"It'll be better this way," Alexopoulos stated. "You were getting too confident."

"And since when is that a bad thing?" Kelly furrowed her brows, glaring at the boy.

"Since always," Demetrie said confidently. "If he gets too cocky, they'll give him a black eye and throw his backpack in the trash."

"I liked that you stood up to Kyler," interjected Eli. Kelly was about to agree when Demetrie spoke again.

"You guys have lost it!" he almost shouted. "Tell me, what's the best superpower to have?"

"Super strength," Miguel answered without hesitation.

"Wrong. Invisibility," Kelly shook her head disapprovingly at the boy's words. "Or maybe super speed, so you can escape quickly."

"Escape from whom?" Kelly looked up, hearing a stranger's voice. She took a deep breath upon seeing Kyler, who grabbed Eli by the neck, leaning over the table at which they were sitting.

"We'll be leaving now," Demetrie commanded, and everyone stood up, turning towards the exit. But before Eli could leave, Kyler grabbed him by the neck again, turning the boy towards him.

"Where do you think you're going? Look at this weirdo," the boy laughed, grabbing Eli by the face. "Seriously. What girl would want to kiss that shit?"

"Piss off, Kyler," Kelly snapped, pushing her way in front of Miguel and Demetrie. Park abruptly released the blonde and approached her, laughing under his breath.

"Oh right, I forgot." The boy raised his hand toward her face, but Kelly immediately swatted it away. Kyler scoffed and continued. "Don't worry, Kelly, Yasmin explained everything to us. Did he already fuck you for standing up for him? It's a bit disgusting to let someone like him touch you, even for a whore like you."

"Kyler, shut up!" Miguel lightly pushed Kelly back, seeing the growing anger on her face. But Kyler didn't even let him approach, immediately pushing him on the bookshelf.

"Haven't you learned your lesson Rhea?"

He laughed, looking Diaz straight in the face. "Get the hell out of here."

The boys left immediately with Kelly following them but something stopped her. Samantha was standing between the shelves with a book in her hands. Kelly scanned her from head to toes, and took a deep breath.

"That's what I was talking about Sam," Kelly laughed sarcastically. "What a nice boyfriend you have."

[nataliebuckleyromanoffharrington]

Treat you better

→ Pairs: Eleven x sister!reader, Max Mayfield x f!reader, Robin Buckley x f!reader, Erica Sinclair x f!reader, Nancy Wheeler x f!reader, Mike Wheeler x f!reader, Will Byers x adopted sister!reader, Dustin Henderson x f!reader, Lucas Sinclair x f!reader, Steve Harrington x f!reader, Argyle x f!reader, Jonathan Byers x f!reader, Eddie Munson x f!reader.

→ Summary: Who will you pick?

→ Warning/s: minor mentions of dying, minor mentions of the Demogorgon, a few swear words.

→ Universe: Stranger Things

→ Setting: A day after you and Eleven close the gate

→ Age: 20

→ Genre: [A/F]

→ Note: You and Eleven are blood sisters, Joyce Byers adopted you and Eleven 2 years ago, making you two sisters with Will and Jonathan Byers and daughters of Joyce Byers. You two have the same powers, same past and trauma.Pretend that Robin and Max were there in Season 1. Yes, you are 20 and Eleven's 15. This short story contains lyrics from Treat you better by Shawn Mendes

→ Reminder: You DO NOT have permission to plagiarize, repost and claim the story are yours. Reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated by me :)

→ y'all are going to have to guess who y/n likes more;)

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Y/N's POV:

Me and my sister are currently in Mike's basement with our friends - Nancy, Robin, Dustin, Max, Erica, Will, Lucas, Argyle, Steve and Mike, El's boyfriend. It isn't so bad here, it's actually quite nice. It's my first time here, I was staying with Joyce Byers before me and my sister were on a run since papa showed up. And finally, we're together again. Joyce adopted me and Eleven a week after Eleven and I met again.

She's number 11 and I'm number ten. We recently found out about our mother a week ago, before everything went downhill. First, we found out that a gate to the Upside down was opened. Last but not the least, papa showed up which is a bad sign. Turns out my name is actually Y/N and Eleven is Jane.

"You could've died in there! You could've been taken by that thing!" Steve argued back to me. I don't know why he didn't want me to go.

"Well, I didn't, Steve. Why didn't you want me to go? Did you want my sister to do it alone?! Did you want her to die?!" I raised my voice angrily. If he wants my sister to die, I'll die with her - or he could die first before my sister.

"No! I don't! I don't want you to go because I love you and I can't lose you!"

Everyone gasped at Steve's response. Oh. my. God. He likes me!? Steve 'the hair' Harrington likes me?! The playboy, Heartthrob Steve likes me?! That's why?! Even I was taken back at his sudden confession. He froze at his spot when he realized what he had just said.

"Holy Shit. You like y/n! I knew it!" Lucas broke the silence between all of us, he began chanting, "Steve likes y/n" with Dustin, Max and El.

He groans out of embarrassment "It's not like that, okay?"

"El and I win Dustin" Max said to the kid while doing the 'give me' hand gesture. Did they just do bet on us? Dustin groaned loudly and gave Max and El their prize.

"You did a betted on us?" I asked, I received a nod from the four kids "Oh my God. Why?"

"We always sense some sexual tension when you two lock eyes every time. It's like you are talking with each other with your minds. So we thought that you two like each other, so, we made a bet. El and Max went for you two having a crush on each other and and I went for you two only having either one of you likes the other" Dustin explained to us

"Telepathy" El added

"For how much?" Steve asked

"A hundred bucks" Max blurted out

"A hundred bucks?!" Steve and I exclaimed in synch, we share a surprised look before looking back at the four kids.

"Yeah, two teams. Each person on that team gets 50 bucks" Dustin explained to us

"Wait! Are we just going to ignore the fact that y/n didn't say anything after Steve's confession?" Mike interrupted us. Right. I didn't.

"Do you like Steve back?" Nancy asked me straight away

I turn to Steve "Can I talk to you, " I glance at the kids then looked back at him "Alone?"

"Y.. yeah, s... sure" He stuttered with scratching the back of his neck, the two of us went out of the house to talk alone. Without any kids. But I'm pretty sure that at least one of them followed us out, those snoops . "What did you, uh, want to talk about?"

"About what you said. Is it true? Because I don't want to be the only one who believes that it's not true" I answered

No one's POV:

Whilst y/n and Steve are talking outside, the kids in the basement were betting once again.

"I'll go with y/n doesn't feel the same way" Lucas betted first

"Same" Max, El, Nancy, Dustin and Robin all teamed with Lucas.

"I'll go with y/n feeling the same way" Mike declared, confident with his answer

"I'm with Mike" Will, Jonathan, Eddie and Argyle teamed with Mike

"Wait, you're all seriously betting over y/n/n and Steve?" Erica interrupted the betting

"As you heard, yes we are. Whose team are you on?" Nancy asked the kid

"I'll choose but it depends on how much the winner wins" Erica sassed

Honestly, Robin was hurt when she found out that Steve likes y/n because she has taken a liking to the y/h/c woman ever since they met. No one actually knows who y/n really likes, that's why they betted in the first place. Robin and y/n are very close friends, both women work together at Scoops Ahoy with Steve. The mall has been in Hawkins for a year now, and ever since it was built, many stores in the downtown have lost its customers, including the local video rental store.

Where you and Robin first met, you were looking for a job there and you saw that the local video rental store, known now as Family Video, was hiring so you applied, there you met Robin and the rest in history.

"20 bucks," Lucas answered "Each person on the winner team gets 20 bucks"

"25" Erica opposed the deal

"20" Lucas argued

"25 or I'm not picking"

"Fine. 25 bucks for each person on the winner team" Lucas gave up

"Then I'll go with y/n feels the same way" Erica chose a team.

At that exact moment, when the other team was about to argue Steve and y/n came walking down the stairs. As y/n steps on the floor, she took Robin's hand and dragged the woman beside her. Steve had a miserable expression on his face.

"Steve. Robin. Would you two like to share what you two are feeling about me so I could decide, please?" Y/N requested. Only Nancy knows about Robin's feelings for y/n, and only Jonathan knows about Steve's feelings for y/n which is now revealed to the kids.

Everyone looked quizzically at y/n, confused about what she's talking about.

"Then I'm not picking" she sighed, walking limply to the couch and plopped on it while everyone still had their eyes on her. "What? You're wondering why I know, am I right?"

Robin and Steve nodded, as well as the others. That made y/n sigh again and stood up, with her hands holding each other behind her as she walks towards the people she says, "Well, Robin, itall started when.."

What happend, this is in y/n's POV:

After I had studied with Billy in the back of Scoops Ahoy, I overheard Robin and Nancy talking, little did they know that I heard them

"I can't tell her yet, it's hard, Nance" Robin groaned

"You have to, or else one day you'll wake up and see that she's walking down the aisle, getting married to the love of her life whilst you stand there, completely regretting that you didn't tell her sooner" Nancy told her best friend

"But what if she doesn't like me back?"

"At least you told her before it's too late"

End of story, No one's POV:

"Oh" Robin whispered, embarrassed that y/n, her crush, had to find out like that.

"And as for Steve," you sighed "you all know how I found out" you sat back down on the couch

"So who's your pick? I can treat you better" Steve stated

Robin frowned and said, "I know I can treat you better that he can"

"any girl like you deserves a gentleman" Steve fought

"Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying hen you should be with me instead? I know I can treat you better better than he can" Robin argued

"I'll stop time for you. The second you say you'd like me too" Steve argued back

Everyone was amused by this little show, probably the highlight of the sleepover.

"This is a sleepover, not some open forum" Dustin whispered to Max

"Let them fight for y/n. It's amusing" Max whispered to Dustin. Robin started walking towards you, gripping onto your arms gently as she looks into your eyes.

"I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing. Baby, just to wake up with you. Would be everything I need, and this could be so different. Tell me what you want to do" Robin finished softly, y/n searched for any lies through Robin's eyes but she found nothing but love, desperation and... lust? "Who's your pick?"

"I choose..."

[newwwwusername]

How about some Mischa angst, either hurt/comfort or no comfort??

Ships are up to you x)

Jane got to live out the rest of her mortal life, which all of the other choir members thought was only fair. After all, she was the girl with no memory or even a name- It would've been cruel if any of them got to have their second chance.

However, because she got her second chance, it meant that the rest of them were forever trapped in Limbo. Karnak died before he could send them anywhere, so they were all doomed to linger in that room until the end of time and maybe beyond.

It took all of them some time to come to grips with that fact. Sure, they could be whatever they wanted in this reality since the only social pressures were each other, but that didn't exactly make the arrangement ideal.

Ocean eventually grew less uptight, Constance grew less ashamed, Noel grew less insecure, Ricky grew more open... The one that took the most time to move on was ironically the one that most regarded himself as strong-willed.

See, Mischa really didn't want to have to leave his Talia. Was their engagement ever official? No. Did Talia even still love him now that it had been however many years? Doubtful. But, he couldn't find it in his heart to get over her.

One particular day, as he dejectedly sat on a crate, pondering over what could've been, Noel decided to go over and have a chat with him.

"Hey, buddy" he started awkwardly as he sat on the crate next to the Ukrainian. Mischa regarded him briefly but said nothing in response. "You've seemed pretty down ever since Jane left"

"When Penny still here, there was chance" Mischa explained. "Selfish, maybe, but there was chance to see fiancé again" he sighed. "Now that Penny gone, no more chance"

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing I can do" Mischa groaned, feeling a bit upset. No rage. No passion. Only sadness. "Chance got killed by rat" he gestured to the destroyed animatronic in the corner. "No more Talia. I have to deal with that"

"I'm sorry"

"Not your fault"

"No, but, selfishly, I've been..." Noel trailed off and took a deep breath, reassuring himself that even if this went sideways, it's not like Mischa could be mad at him forever. "Selfishly, I've been fantasizing about... Me monopolizing your time in a similar way rather than making an effort to help you, my friend, with your grief"

"Not selfish" Mischa insisted. "I do like you, Noel" he added, causing Noel's face to heat up slightly. Did the rapper even understand what all that entailed? Did he mean it in a platonic way or something more? "It's just also hard, because I liked her too... A lot"

"I know"

"And now I can't ever see her again" Mischa muttered, voice crackling slightly as tears welled up in his eyes. Noel frowned and wrapped his arms around his friend, allowing the Ukrainian boy to cry properly. "Shit"

"I know, Mi" Noel soothed. "I know... I'm sorry"

Please don’t repost to other sites. This is also available to read on my AO3 and Wattpad of the same username

[lovebykai]

Distance

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Reader x Kuroo Tetsurou

Warning(s): None

Soulmate AU

Authors Note: Reposted.

For the love of God, please go to sleep. Kenma was used to the familiar whine of his soulmate in his head.

Seriously, we have practice tomorrow morning. Well, one of them anyway. Kuroo was usually pretty quiet in his head -- which could be attributed to the fact that they saw each other every day and needed some space from one another -- but the other one… well, they liked to talk. A lot.

I have a chemistry test tomorrow and I swear if I fail I'm going to break your knee caps for keeping me up all night. They were also very creative with threats. It was cute, in a twisted sort of way.

We've literally been listening to you study for days. You've got this. Kuroo shot back, amusement tinting his thoughts as Kenma smiled a bit to himself, finally hitting a checkpoint and saving his progress for the night. There was a silent sigh of relief in his head when the TV shut off and he crawled into bed.

Miss you guys. The thought wasn't supposed to be broadcast to his deviant duo, but he was apparently more tired than he anticipated because they both responded immediately.

I'll be there for your next game, baby.

Do you want me to come over?

There was a pang of longing -- that definitely wasn't Kuroos, whose presence in his head was like a flickering candle light; a sharp contrast to what he could only describe as what the sensation of pressing his cheek to the cool side of a pillow would feel like inside his mind -- and Kenmas heart hurt for the other member of his trio.

I'm alright. Sweet dreams. The ache in his chest was almost suffocating, and he wished he could just wrap them up in his arms. Anything to take the sting out of the distance between the other piece of his heart.

I wish I could be there. It was a whisper of a thought, and Kenma flinched.

Soon. The promise was made in Kuroos soft baritone, though Kenma willed you to feel his agreement.

You were a first year. It had been a shock to Kuroo and Kenma when your fifteenth birthday came around and you popped into their heads, but they'd welcomed you with open arms. Albeit with some very uncomfortable conversations about the age of consent and what they would and absolutely would not be okay with.

Kuroo would be graduating soon, and the idea was that you would be able to move in with him when he did. It wasn't uncommon among soulmates that were able to find one another early in life; it was what you all clung to when the distance felt like it was too much to deal with.

We love you, songbird. Kuroo added after the silence dragged on, and Kenma felt the ache lessen.

I love you guys, too.