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[rosyblooom]

could you please do lando and a stem girl who goes to uni but has a private life please

they don't know about us | ln4 smau

pairing: lando norris x private fem computer science major!reader a/n: this took me forever but hope u still like :) also, if you've got requests could u add if you want it to be smau or fic pls <3

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f1gossip Y/N L/N, current girlfriend of Lando Norris, has been photographed arriving at the paddock for today's Miami GP.

Y/N's presence comes as a bit of a surprise, considering she was absent during practice and qualifying sessions, and rarely attends races. Speculation about a potential breakup has been rampant, but her appearance suggests that there might not be trouble in paradise after all... 👀

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username she always looks so classy and put-together, i'm obsessed <33

username no bc am i the only who has no problem with her only attending a few races a year? some ppl don't have time to jet off across the globe 24/7 like

username it's the fact that they literally travelled to miami together and she still didn't go to quali or practice😐 the other wags do it, why can't she?

username i just know lando had to beg her to come smh

username why are y'all so rude omg?? some ppl are introverts...

username when you're in the public eye, you don't get to be "introverted"🙃 username that's an insane take wtf?

username GUYS i think she's a uni student cause peep lando's story a few days ago🧐 that explains why she's never at gps

username so? i'm a senior and i went to the aus gp this year username okay... do you want a cookie ?

username if a wag is at all races she's fame-hungry, and if she doesn't she's unsupportive like make up y'all's minds pls 🙄

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username LANDO NOW WINS IKTRRRRR‼️🤩

username ofc y/n couldn't even be bothered to comment... and the most unsupportive wag award goes to y/n l/n!! congrats hun x

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harvard Final projects, theses, dissertations, and more! Check out what these soon-to-be graduates explored in some of their last assignements on campus.

Y/N's thesis navigated the intricate relationship between privacy and secure multi-party computation, enhancing data analysis while safeguarding sensitive information.

2. Steve's environmental science project examined urban development's impact on local biodiversity, providing insights for sustainable urban planning.

3. Nya's dentistry research poster explored new methods to improve dental implant success, promising better patient outcomes and oral healthcare.

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We are celebrating the extraordinary members of the Class of #Harvard24 🎓

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username Very good! Congrats to all these students!!💪

username wait am i tripping or is this y/n as in lando's gf y/n???😳 btw my biggest dream is to go to harvard in '26 !!!! 💕

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username streets are saying y/n goes to harvard so i had to come check and omg??😩

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username now she has no excuse anymore

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username 2024 really gave us lando's first ever win and now this?? we love to see it 😍

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username we love you y/n <333 username i hope you'll be able to attend more races from now on!! i love seeing you in the paddock 💕

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[littleplantfreak]

Grocery Shopping Headcanons 1

I said I'd do these a while back and someone requested I do them when I was taking requests for my 100 followers event so uwu)/ one request fulfilled!! There will be a part two with the others coming eventually...Once I get through the rest of my requests.

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Umemiya Hajime

-One of the funnest people to go grocery shopping with tbh.

He's talking you into buying a few extra snacks/food by holding them up in front of you and puppeting them at you, asking in a silly high pitched voice if you'll please buy them because they've heard your pantry is the best vacation spot in town! He gets so silly with it.

-The older people in town tell him when and where the best sales are, which makes budgeting a lot easier. Don't tell anyone, but sometimes if one of them is in front of you in line, they'll have the cashier use their senior discount for your stuff as well. Don't try to fight them on it, though; they'll insist the only thing they need is for you both to visit them every once in a while, which you planned to do regardless.

-Gets upset if he hasn't found you in the store for a while after leaving to pick some things up. Once he does see you, he acts like it's been weeks and refuses to leave your side for the rest of the shopping trip. He's quite literally stuck to you like glue.

-The type to have really funky or cute looking reusable bags.

Choji Tomiyama

-Can't stay on task to save his life. If you're pushing the cart, he will stand on the other side of it being pushed around. He insists he'll take turns, but he gets a bit too enthusiastic with how fast he should be going through the aisles. Nearly runs a few people over before you decide maybe just pushing it normally works best.

-Do not let him disappear on you; he'll end up at some other grocery store two miles down the street.

-Sometimes he knows your tastes better than you do. If you're deliberating over trying something new, 9/10 times he's correct about how you'll like it. He actually pays a lot of attention to what you like to eat and drink.

-Calls Togame and not only asks him what he wants from the store, but tells him to come down by the time you guys are done to help carry your stuff. He hasn't said no to Choji yet.

-He's feeding you both all the samples he can find until you realize you snacked so much you're not even hungry for dinner anymore.

Suo Hayato

-He's pretty relaxed compared to the other two. He'll let you take the reins for the most part since he's got all the stuff written down and knows each aisle it's in. He doesn't often stray from his normal foods so it's almost muscle memory now.

-When he does try something new, it's weird stuff. Like you didn't know this was in the store weird, what aisle does that even go in? You look around to see, and find nothing. He either took the last one or he was in the forbidden part of the grocery store.

-Sometimes, if he knows you're getting a lot, he brings the collapsible grocery wagon. (don't even play with me, this is the hottest thing someone could do for grocery shopping.)

-Watch out if you lose sight of him or he goes to grab something without you, because he WILL jumpscare you and you WILL have to try to smother your yelp.

Nirei Akihiko

-Extreme couponing Nirei edition tbh he's got it down to a science

-Knows a surprising amount of recipes by heart, so if you're trying hard to remember what you need for what you wanna make? Don't even get out your phone to struggle with finding enough bars (because for some reason grocery stores are iron fortresses that don't have cell service?) Nirei has it all up there in his beautiful brain.

-He's never in a rush and doesn't really separate from you (why would he want to?) He's just thrilled to spend time with you.

-Also one to have a bunch of different reusable bags.

-If you have a certain diet or need a certain ingredient, he knows all the specialty food stores around and is more than okay with making the extra stop with you.

-He has a certain type and brand of ice cream he likes to get as a treat every time, and although he tells you he doesn't need it, if they happen to be out of stock, he deflates a little.

Sakura Haruka

-You wouldn't think someone could be bad at grocery shopping, but....he's bad at it. An excess of meats and carbs is what comes home if you send him by himself, so it's best just to go together.

-Also you could swear he's giving a nasty look to the vegetable section hoping you don't pick any terrible ones up (though what's terrible to him is most of them)

-You catch him trying to hide if he sees someone he knows because to him, it'll just make it a longer grocery trip, and honestly, he just wants to go home with you. Point out who he's hiding from and say hi and watch the look of betrayal as he's turning red and grumbling.

-It takes him a bit, but after a few trips he starts to get the hang of things. He can tell the better meat cuts, and now knows to check the eggs to make sure they're not cracked. Sometimes, he texts you a picture of the vegetables you're looking for to make sure they're the right ones or to make sure they're your preferred ripeness if you're not there

The self checkout becomes his best friend, that way he doesn't have to worry about making small talk. He's screwed when he picks up meats, though, because the scale never picks up the weight properly, and then he's sweating waiting for one of the workers to come help him out.

-Refuses to let you carry the bags in, and is also one of those people who insist on loading up all the groceries on his arms at once. There will be no second trips to the car.

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Kitten Licks - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: Eddie Munson and cats are literally two of my favorite things in the world, so voila. 

Summary: Eddie goes to feed the stray cats in the trailer park, but when he gets there, he finds a girl he’s never met before.

Warnings: none i don’t think?

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There were a lot of misconceptions about living in a trailer park. Everyone assumed people in Forest Hills would have a specific, southern accent, despite the fact that it was Indiana. Not every home was worn down, though there were some that had gone a few years without upkeep. Most everyone was clean, and Eddie could come up with maybe one person who was missing some teeth. But one part of the trope proved true at the small community in Hawkins. There were trailer park cats.

           They’d been there as long as Eddie could remember, and he’d been secretly feeding them for just as long. Giving food to stray cats didn’t fit in with his brand of DND playing metal head, but he had a soft spot for the furballs. Eddie used to hide the bag of cat food under his bed when he was a kid but stopped trying to hide his compassion for the animals and started keeping it in the pantry. He didn’t care if Wayne knew.

           New kittens were born every few months it seemed, and the meowing gang was always growing in size. The cats spent most of their time at the edge of the forest that neighbored the trailer park, but if Eddie went a few days without showing up, they’d venture further into the park to seek him out. He did his damnedest not to name them so he wouldn’t get attached, but he couldn’t help but give monikers to some of his favorites.

           Today had been a rougher than usual day for Eddie. Not that school wasn’t always brutal with the bullying and the hard classes and the snotty popular kids, but Eddie was pretty sure a third first day of senior year would be shitty for anyone. Third time was a charm, hopefully?

As soon as Eddie got home, he had the itch to get high. He knows himself though, and knows he’ll get super hungry, so he goes to grab a bag of chips to bring with him in his room. When he opens the pantry, his eyes land on the bag of cat food. Eddie’s brows pinch together as he tries to remember the last time he went to visit the felines. It’s been a little while. Normally, some of the cats would have made their way to the trailer by now. Especially the biggest one, a ginger tabby who acted like the leader of the pack. Tommy, Eddie calls him. He knows Tom Cat isn’t the most original name, but it’s not like he shares this with anyone anyway. Maybe he’s named after Tommy Lee, Eddie tells himself.

Eddie grabs the bag of food and heads towards the door. Hopefully the cats were alright. He wasn’t sure the last time they were this patient in waiting for him. Black boots thunk down the porch steps and Eddie makes his way to the edge of the property. His mind is wandering, straying to the different classes and teachers he had this year and if it was likely he’d actually pass everything this time around. Body on autopilot, Eddie turns around the last trailer before the cat hideout comes into view. Normally, when he swung around this corner, the meows in anticipation for food would begin. But there was silence. Eddie’s heart lurches at the silence until he sees the gaggle of cats in their normal spot, most of them already eating.

There’s a girl in the middle of the group, sitting among the cats. Small bowls surround her and by the smell, Eddie assumes they’re filled with tuna fish. Eddie tilts his head in curiosity and walks closer to the girl. Some of the cats lift their heads and meow at him in greeting. A few rub against his legs as he walks and he can’t help but smile down at them.

The meows make the girl turn around to look behind her and Eddie’s chest immediately aches. He doesn’t know where the phrase “heart skipped a beat” came from, because it felt like his was a thundering drum roll. She smiles at him, and every thought leaves his head. She’s hands down the most beautiful girl Eddie has ever seen.

“Hi,” she says. Her voice is even better than the sound of his guitar.

“Hi,” Eddie answers. He knows he’s staring but he doesn’t know how to fix it. Her hair is so shiny, and her smile is so perfect, how could anyone not stare? He manages to shake off his shock and sits down next to the girl. A small gray kitten climbs in his lap and lets out a piercing mewl. Eddie reaches down to scratch between his ears before looking back at the girl.

“You’re new here.” It’s not a question. He knows he would’ve noticed her before.

“I am,” she confirms. “Just moved from Kentucky.”

“And what brings you to this paradise?” Eddie asks as an all-black cat purrs and rubs itself against the girl’s arm.

“My mom.” She looks down and strokes her hand over the black cat’s messy fur. “Hiding from the latest ex-boyfriend of hers.”

“Oh.” He didn’t know how to respond to that. He wasn’t sure she’d want to talk about it, anyway. “It seems the cats like you.”

“Are you why they trusted me as soon as they smelled the food?” She smiles and nods her head at the bag of cat food at his feet.

“Must be,” he answers. “I’ve never seen anyone else feed them. But now that you’ve given them the good stuff, they might not be so satisfied with this dry bargain brand crap.”

Her smile crinkles her eyes and Eddie knows he’s a goner. But as if to prove him wrong about the food, Tommy stalks over and starts to chew on the bottom corner of the cat food bag.

“Dude,” Eddie says. He pulls the bag away so he can pour some out. “You didn’t have enough tuna, huh?”

“He didn’t have any,” the girl tells him. “He’s the only one who wouldn’t come near me.”

“Really?” Eddie looks over at her in surprise as Tommy begins to crunch the food on the grass in front of him. “He’s the one I can count on to seek me out if I haven’t been by in a few days.”

“That’s so cute,” she gushes. “He must really like you.”

Eddie shrugs and looks back to the orange cat. He keeps his eyes down on the food, never glancing up at Eddie to make sure he isn’t going to try and take it away.

“I guess he trusts me,” Eddie says.

“Where are you at?” the girl asks. “How far does the cutie have to venture to find you?”

“Oh. Just around the corner there,” Eddie says, gesturing in the direction of his trailer.

“Near Max?” she asks.

“You’ve met her?”

“Yeah, I live in the trailer next to hers,” she says.

“I live right across from her.”

“Oh.” She sounds pleasantly surprised, to Eddie’s delight. “That’s good to know. You go to Hawkins High?”

“Unfortunately,” he says.

“Tell me about it,” the girl says with a sigh. “I had a bad first day, so I decided to come out here with the cats.”

“Really?” Eddie raises his eyebrows. “I did the same. Somehow these fuzzballs can make a bad day better.”

“They do,” she agrees. A small tortoiseshell kitten crawls in her lap and settles down for a nap. “Okay, don’t make fun of me, but I named this one.”

Eddie watches as she strokes her finger down the multicolored cat’s spine.

“I’m the last one to make fun of anybody,” Eddie says. “Plus, this big guy here is Tommy to me, anyway.”

She grins up at Eddie before looking back down to the kitten. “I named this cutie Ember. Because she has those little spots of orange that look like little fireballs.”

“That’s perfect,” Eddie says. And he means it. The name suits the sleeping little bundle of fur in her lap. “I’m Eddie, by the way.”

           She introduces herself and little Ember meows her high-pitched little kitten meow when she says her name. Both she and Eddie laugh, but not too loudly for fear of waking her up again.

           “I’ve never had a pet before,” she says. Her eyes never leave Ember as she scratches between her ears.

           “Neither have I,” Eddie replies. “I doubt these guys have ever had owners.”

           “Guess it’s a mutual relationship, then,” she says. She scratches under Ember’s chin for a few quiet minutes before she speaks, keeping her eyes on the kitten the whole time. “Can I ask you something?”

           “Sure.” He almost said “anything,” but he was able to keep it in at the last moment.

           “Would it be okay if I had lunch with you at school?” She swallows thickly and Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if her eyes were tearing up by the hitch in her voice. “You seem nice and today I had lunch out in the parking lot by myself.”

           “Of course,” Eddie says. “But I should warn you.”

           Now she looks up at him and her eyes are just barely shiny from unshed tears.

           “Of what?” she asks.

           “I sit with the biggest losers,” Eddie says with a laugh. “We all play Dungeons and Dragons and like the nerdiest shit. So, you might be called a freak just for associating with us.”

           She shrugs and shakes her head. “You don’t sound like freaks to me. You sound like a good group of friends. I would love to sit with you.”

           “We’d love to have you.” He pauses, internally debating before he gives in and continues. “I’d love to have you.”

           She smiles thankfully and Eddie isn’t sure he’s going to get used to that thumping in his chest she’s giving him.

           “Does the cafeteria serve good food?” she asks.

           “It’s not the best. Why?”

           She giggles and nods her head at Ember in her lap.

“I gave them all my lunch for the week.”

[blackredblue1998]

When you enter a senior self-pity competition but Ricesand and Feyrug are already there:

When you want to hit the gym just for a little better health but gym bro C4ssian is there ready to mansplain your own body and needs:

(Btw, he's definitely that dude who says: "well, maybe you should order just a salad!!" on a date.)

When you say "I have depression" and sad boy Azri3l appears out of his shadows to say "Me too", waiting to gain some p*ssy since he treated you like a person so now you own him that:

In a girls group you say "I'm a girl's girl" and M0r says "Oh, me too!" and you proceed to say "Oppressed women and little girls should have the right to freedom without men in power breathing on their necks and making their lives a living hell!!", and M0r goes completely silent because she can't relate to that:

And finally: when you decide to compete for the power hungry bitch position but Amren is there being the annoying ass gnome she is:

[caitchercatlady]

Not Having a Good Time

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Malleus Draconia

Were you to ask your friends what or how it is to be lonely, Malleus would be the first to know the answer, but he'd be the last to respond. (No, that has nothing to do with the last arrival or no show trope.) Malleus is not one to express his negative emotions. Most times, they don't bother him so often. However, when he sees you down and out, he can't help but want to do something about it. He finds you coming home from the main campus as usual, and as you two meet for your daily meeting, he confronts you about your usual behavior. Hesitantly, you explain the week's stresses to him, and it's had you bothered for a while. You feel ashamed that Malleus had to see it, so you had hoped to stargaze to help releax.

"Quite frankly, Child of Man, it appears we are both bothered this evening. Shall we take a stroll together as we indulge in the night air? I know a place to get a better view of the stars."

You two stick together as you walk around Night Raven's campus. If it were a kinda chilly evening on the island, Malleus will remove his large uniform jacket and wrap it around you to keep you warm. Whatever is making you the most comfortable, Malleus keeps his attention on the little things to make the comfort happen.

Lilia Vanrouge

You were not in the mood for any out-of-nowhere surprises, but unfortunately for you, Lilia is all that. You were at dinner by yourself as all of your friends were elsewhere. You keep poking at your food with no motivation to eat any of it. Since he noticed you weren't exactly busy, Lilia thought it was the first time to say, "Hi." He classically upside-downs himself from the chandelier, which scares the living crud out of you, even more than usual. Lilia returns to ground and apologizes immediately. Since making you laugh or smile didn't work in that way, he questions what has gotten into you today. You weren't sure how to answer since he's the most senior of all of your classmates. Furthermore, after the scare you just had, you really didn't feel like talking about your problems. Lilia deeply sighs and says:

"Listen, Yuu, I don't know what's going on, and I believe it would help the both of us if you opened up a little. I won't tell anyone. This conversation is just between the two of us."

If Lilia says so, you let out your frustrations stronger than you usually would. It's a little frightening, even for you. However, this is Lilia you're talking to. A raise of voice is not going to scare this fae warrior. In fact, as you regain your breathing after ranting, Lila puts his hand on your head, ruffling your hair as he chuckles warmly. He reminds you that you don't need to keep your problems to yourself and that letting it out will set you the most free. He asks if you would like to talk about it some more while you eat, and you agree to the invitation. All this talking has made you more hungry, much to Lilia's delight.

Silver

Riddle's surprise tutoring session not only ruined Ace and Deuce's private time, it also ruined the hangout that you had been planning with them for days. To say that you're pissed is an understatement. You three have been looking forward to letting all the class work go after a long week, but then, there it goes. You get a text from Silver, reading that he had been hearing from Riddle during Equestrian Club that he's not too thrilled with his freshmen about flunking the latest test, so he decided to hold a tutoring session to fix that problem. He figured that Ace and Deuce were a part of that session, and he apologizes for your plans being interfered.

If it's any help to you at all, he invites you out on a horse riding trip around campus. Silver asks for you to come at 4:45pm since that's when both Riddle and Sebek would be gone from the stables. You meet him not a minute earlier than that with Silver and his horse ready for riding. He helps you up, and you're already on your way. You tell Silver that you're surprised that he hasn't returned to his dorm yet for a nap after a busy school week. Silver replies:

"Riding helps me stay awake for the evening. Furthermore, I missed having time to myself, especially during club. You are not interfering at all if that is what you're afraid of. Let me show you the trail."

Silver commands his horse to head into the forest. The run of the horse kicks up the dirt on the forest path, making the smell of nature more pungent. The late afternoon breeze hits your face like a pillow fight, which is strangely comforting. A few minutes of riding later and the horse takes you and Silver to the cliffside at the edge of the woods. The skies were shimmering on top of the ocean's surface. It was a beautiful, relaxing sight. Silver helps you down from the horse as you go relax under a tree to watch the approaching sunset.

Sebek Zigvolt

After the stressful school week you just beat, you wanted to just go home and relax, but you then remembered that you promised yourself to eat better. While at the same time, you really didn't have the energy to cook something time consuming. You're also late on receiving your allowance, so getting the expensive items is off the table. You decide to text your friends any ideas they had on cheap dinners to make. You hate to go into Sam's store without an idea in mind. However, you get a quick response from an unlikely source.

Sebek tells you to buy a bag of rice, a stalk of celery, and one chicken breast and immediately meet him back at Ramshackle. Sebek coming to you? That's a first, but you don't question it. You fetch the goods and you return to your dorm to see Sebek on the porch just as he said in the text. You don't have time to waste. He's got a recipe to teach you. You didn't even know Sebek knew how to cook, but he explains that if he, Silver, and Malleus wanted to eat good food for the rest of their lives, they had to teach themselves how to cook properly.

"You need to learn how to cook, right, human? Why are you standing so far? COME! You need teaching, so you can do this for yourself!"

Like a soldier in lineup, you come at Sebek's command as he instructs you verbally and physically how to make this rice, celery, and chicken dish. He also explains that it's easy to store for leftovers in the future, so if you don't feel like cooking, you have it right in your fridge to warm up and eat. It doesn't take long to cook either, so he helps prepare the plates and you two will enjoy the dish together. You promise that when you learn how to make this for yourself that you'll have Sebek come over to test it for you. He blushes and tries to brush it off as nothing, but he hasn't been invited much either, so maybe it wouldn't hurt as a compliment.

[mariacallous]

(JTA) — As we mark the grim second anniversary of the Ukraine conflict this Shabbat, I’m reminded of a haunting melody I heard in the city of Poltava last month.

I was standing before Sonia Bunina, a plucky 17-year-old, when she opened her mouth to sing when an air raid siren rang out.

I flinched. Not Sonia — she didn’t miss a beat.

“Kol haolam kulo gesher t’zar meod, veha’ikar lo lifached k’lal,” she belted out before seeking shelter. “The whole world is a very narrow bridge, and the most important thing is to have no fear at all.”

Sonia, like so many Jews I know in Ukraine, is many things — determined, grieving, focused — but she’s certainly not cowering.

As she sang those words by Rebbe Nachman of Breslov — the Ukrainian Jewish sage whose followers continue to come by the tens of thousands to his grave in Uman annually — she embodied the prayer’s indomitable spirit.

Sonia and I met outside Poltava’s Hesed, part of the network of Jewish humanitarian hubs founded by my organization — the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee, or JDC — more than three decades ago. Today they’re a lifeline to tens of thousands of Jews facing loss and strife. Since she was a toddler, Sonia has been attending activities at Hesed — her mother coordinates cultural programs for the elderly, and she connects teen volunteers like herself with isolated seniors, a critical source of comfort these last two years.

These days, traveling to Ukraine feels like a pilgrimage — there’s a pull in my soul to visit family near Lviv, to bear witness to Ukrainian Jewish resilience, and to be inspired by the clarity of purpose that is so palpable there. Since my first trip in 2011, I’ve been eight times. Last year, I wrote about how a year of crisis had transformed the ordinary into the sacred in Ukraine. Now, visiting feels even more essential with the worsening humanitarian situation.

Ukrainian Jews aren’t blasé about these challenges — far from it. Just take the delicate ballet of emotions on their faces when checking their phones during an air alert — contacting loved ones, scrolling through photos of devastation, and analyzing Telegram chats speculating on a given rocket’s make and trajectory.

But life goes on — there’s work to do — and though they’ve lost so much, they refuse to give any more away.

Showing up for each other, whatever it takes, is now baked into their very essence as Jews, and in Ukraine, there are tens of thousands to serve — hungry old women and displaced young families, disabled Holocaust survivors and stunned middle-aged professionals, shocked to now need help when they were once donors and volunteers.

They act fearlessly to ensure their communities make it through this crisis, body and soul intact. Can we expect anything less than boundless creativity from the people who birthed Sholem Aleichem and the Baal Shem Tov?

“These bombings, all these things that are killing people, destroying houses, leaving children homeless … it’s very scary,” Galina Limarenko, an 82-year-old retired nurse, told me in her small bedroom in Berezivka, taking note of the warm blanket, firewood, and other winter supplies my colleagues provided. “Thank God for the Jewish community, which never gives up and always shares even their very last piece of bread.”

I saw that irrepressible spirit again at our Beit Dan JCC in battered Kharkiv — a shapeshifting wellspring of strength just a few dozen kilometers from the eastern border. Shortly after Feb. 24, 2022, the center became a staging ground for truckloads of emergency aid — part of the 800 tons of humanitarian assistance we’ve delivered so far.

A few blocks from missile strikes, it now hosts children’s camps and soulful Shabbat services and operates a “kids hub,” offering academic enrichment to children who haven’t had in-person school for years — robbed of normal childhood by the pandemic and now the ongoing crisis.

And amidst blizzards and blackouts, Beit Dan has also become a “warm hub,” a safe place for beleaguered Jewish Kharkivites to charge their devices and obtain a hot drink and warm meal.

“If you share in our pain, and provide support where it’s needed, I’m forever grateful,” said Nika Simonova, Beit Dan’s program director. “The ability to remain human is the main thing. Done right, I believe that can save the world.”

That’s why we at JDC, aided by a coalition of partners including the Jewish Federations, Claims Conference, and International Fellowship of Christians and Jews, deployed a historic response to this conflict and remain committed to the Jewish future here.

We’re focused on ongoing humanitarian support for more than 41,000 Ukrainian Jews, expanding trauma relief, closing children’s educational gaps, and getting unemployed Jewish community members, among millions of Ukrainians plunged into poverty, back to work.

There is no doubt that the Jewish world is now responding to crises on multiple fronts, including this one, but we have been here so many times before. We must draw strength from our history and from the sure knowledge that this is what we’re built for. Our compassion and commitment, when leveraged with that timeless sense of mutual Jewish responsibility, means we can tackle the challenges we face — and come out on the other side even stronger.

As I walked through Lviv on my last day in Ukraine, I asked my cousin Anna Saprun, a 25-year-old business analyst, how this period has changed her.

“I hate what’s brought me here, but I love who I’ve become,” she said with a fierce and feisty smile. “Nothing scares me anymore. I feel powerful.”

Two years after the conflict began, Ukraine’s Jews are inspired anew each day, resolute in the sure knowledge that they know exactly who they’re working for — each other.

[futbol16]

Alexia Jr  • Alexia Putellas & Alba Putellas

To answer some of you, my requests are open and I love to get anything, however it might take me a bit to get to it! Feedback is also always appreciated and thank you for the immense amount of support!

Request:  Where R is Alexia’s and Alba's little sister and joins the Barca team. For some reason the whole team only seems to notice the older and the same goes for the international teams and media. R feels in the shadow and doesn’t want to hurt her sister's feelings so bottle everything up. You can take the storyline wherevee, just in need of your wonderful angst and perfect writing :))))))

Word count: 3,4k

The second the final whistle is blown you take off towards the stands with a wide grin as you spot your sister waiting, her arms spread out. Reaching her, Alba pulls you into a tight hug before she lifts your head to pepper your face in kisses.

“I’m so proud of you mi pequeña!” she exclaims happily and you giggle in her hold. Barca had just won the ElClásico 4-0 with yourself scoring a goal too and to say you were ecstatic was an understatement. You knew if they could, your mother and eldest sister, would be celebrating with you too. Unfortunately, with Alexia being out due her ACL the physios room was one she visited more often than she’d like, it’s where she was right now as well, your mother having been the one to drive her to the appointment. 

“Vamos, celebrate with your team” Alba playfully shooed you away and as you hopped off the stairs you turned back to her.

“Will you take me home-” 

“Yes, I’ll be waiting outside. Now go!” she smiles at you and with a quick wave to her you’re off to where your teammates are jumping around. As you push yourself between Patri and Aitana the shorter of the two turns to you with a look of hope.

“Is Alexia coming tomorrow?” The question isn’t one that surprises you despite it being rather sudden, especially in the middle of the team celebrating, but it is how it’s been the past few months.

You grew up in the Barca academy, eager to follow in your sister’s footsteps after she made her debut in the first team at 18. Your style of play and determination reminded those around you of your last name and just before your 19th birthday you were going to finally make it to the senior team. However, life decided you weren’t ready yet and with a sudden injury you were ruled out for 4 months. The invitation to the A team seemed further out of reach than ever before. 

It was late May when you were asked again, and this time you jumped at the opportunity of playing alongside the bests. It was a day you and Alexia would never forget. The toothy grin on her face was practically blinding as you were introduced to the team, her eyes glowing with pride as you nervously fiddled with the hem of your new Barca jersey. She had been waiting to play with you since forever, one of her biggest dreams was to have her littlest sister play the sport the two of you loved so much, together. 

Though, much like before, things have gotten in the way. This time it was Alexia who got injured on the eve of the Euros and so your hopes of playing club football together had to be postponed.

Later that night when Alba parks the car at your family home, you pull yourself out of the car and close the door behind you as you sling your bag over your shoulder.

“Ay! Don’t slam my car door!” she scolds you and you roll your eyes. 

“Hurry up Albs, I’m hungry!” you whine and she chuckles at you as she unlocks the front door.

“Mis hijas!” comes the unmistakable voice of your mother and you give her a quick hug.

“Smells great mami, what did you make?” you wander into the kitchen, following the warmth and the smell of the food.

“Always hungry, huh?” Alexia speaks from behind you, her crutches hitting the tiled floor as she limps into the kitchen. You only shrug at her with a grin as you walk over and lean into her, careful to not put too much of your weight on her and she leans her chin on the top of your head, the crutches not allowing her to give you a proper hug.

“Nothing new there” Alba teases as she walks by, ruffling your hair and you swat at her hand.

“Alba stop bullying your sister!” your mother calls out and you stick your tongue out at the brunette, Alexia laughing at the two of you.

“Mami!”

Walking into the training facility you let your training bag slide down your shoulder and drop to your seat with a thump which has Claudia looking up from her place.

“Y/N! Could you ask Alexia if she wants to come to the team dinner after the match with Atlético?” she asks you and a frustrated huff leaves your lips as you pull your shirt over your head.

“Hola to you too Pina. Why don’t you ask her yourself?” you mumble, eyes focused on tying your shoes and missing the look on her face as she wonders why you were in such a mood.

“Just figured it would be easier if you did, as her sister, of course, it’s just quicker-”

“Sure” you grumble as you cut her off and the locker room door closes behind you before she can add more. She stares after you for a second, a frown on her face but she shrugs her shoulders, instead moving to get ready.

As you walk out onto the field you check your phone for any important notifications before you’d silence your phone. With a few clicks however, you end up on the team’s instagram, the post about the match is already out and this time it’s your face on the picture ‘Un dia de partit’.

You make the mistake of opening the comment section, an action you’ve done too many times, now sort of becoming a routine even though you knew it wasn’t healthy. 

Can’t wait for Alexia to be back!

It’s a shame the better Putellas can’t play

Vamosss chicas!

For a second I thought it was Alexia 

-> I wish!

You set your jaw as you read over them, much of the comments are similar and you bite at your lip not noticing someone approaching you until they’ve taken the phone out of your hands and pocketed it. You turn your glare on them and Mapi pulls her mouth into a straight line.

“Stop hurting yourself niña” she says softly, gesturing to your lips with a nod of her head and you release it from between your teeth, running your tongue over it to soothe the slight stinging.

“Come on, you're my training partner for today” she pulls at your arm and you follow her with another huff, but she ignores it as she passes you a ball, knowing it was the only way to get your mind off the other nasty comments you’ve received. She’s seen them, but she never brought it up. If the sight of the cruel words hurt her, she couldn’t imagine what you were feeling.

You’re more than grateful to have someone like Mapi looking out for you, her being one of the only people to appreciate you for who you are and not because of who your sister is. She has known you since you were 12, she watched you grow into the woman you are today and she was thrilled to have you on the team. She’d make sure other’s opinions and words wouldn’t get to you, not when you were playing the way you were, not when you were the little sister she’s never had.

Instagram isn’t the only media platform that had their negative thoughts on you, or lack of thoughts as they were more focused on your sister. You understood their admiration towards Alexia because she was your role model too. But another part of you was jealous, how could they still only be talking about her when she hadn’t been playing since July? Though you feel guilty everytime you think about it, you can’t deny that the lack of interest in you from not only the media and the federation, but also your own teammates hurt you deeply.

To the world however, to Spain, you were a replacement. One Putellas out, the other one in. You went from being a super sub with 20-30 minutes of game time to having your name in the starting XI. You were one of the best assets on the team, having heavily contributed to Spain’s success in the Euro’s until your country was knocked out. But all everyone saw was ‘Putellas’ on the back of your shirt, the name you wanted printed there. The name only reminded them of Alexia, and so your success and talent was disregarded.

 Tears sprang to your eyes as you listened to the journalist's questions. You were in a press conference with Jorge Vilda, the man insisting that you do it since your sister couldn’t. 

“Do you have any news on when Alexia Putellas will be coming back?” you clear your throat as you muster up a smile.

“Her rehabilitation is going really well and she’s going to be back on the pitch playing football before you know it, I can assure you” your answer satisfies many of them as they nod enthusiastically and you lean back in your seat for a second.

“Is it hard having to live up to your name?” there’s a pause in another journalist’s question and many others look up from their notepads. “We know how good Alexia is, the whole world knows her name and she’s Spain’s national treasure. Do you fear you won’t be good enough?” 

That’s a harsh blow and you digest his words. He’s basically telling you you’re nothing compared to your sister and you cast a glance towards Vilda who actively avoids eye contact with you. And they say favoritism doesn’t exist in team sports.

“Excuse me?” is what comes out of your mouth, in a more offended tone than you intended on and Jorge shoots you a look.

“I’m just wondering if you think you could reach her level of football” the journalist replies calmly, a wicked look on his face and you realize he’s trying to rile you up.

“Alexia is phenomenal, there’s no doubt about that and I’ll work hard, just like I have, to better myself and play alongside her.” is the answer you settle on and for the last thirty minutes of the press conference, you impatiently wait for it to end, your eyes glancing down at your watch every few minutes.

When you finally exit the room you almost walk straight into someone and as you look up to apologize you’re shocked to see your sister standing in front of you. She has a large smile on her face, one that falters as you wordlessly hug her, keeping your head firmly tucked under her chin. She notices the way you tiredly melt into her touch and she rocks the two of you side to side, as much as her knee and the crutches allow her to.

You contemplate on mentioning what happened, you want to tell her how hurt you are, you want her to know because she and Alba have always protected you from the harsh words of people. But you don’t. You decide against saying anything and you silently blink back the tears that have reappeared. Alexia already has too much pressure on her. Her career being on pause at the moment, media appearances that exhaust her and her injury which has taken a toll on her mental health, even though she’s doing much better now.

You don’t want to put this on her too and you don’t want her to worry. Most importantly, you didn’t want her to feel upset with you or for you. Much like your sisters, your priority was also them and their feelings. Since the death of your father, where you were much younger than either of them, the three of you and your mother had become more united, closer and it was something you cherished. You didn’t want anything ruining that and so you’d have to learn to live with these comments that made you feel like a nobody. 

That was easier said than done, like many things. Your teammates were only ever interested in Alexia’s well being, ignoring your existence when your sister would visit training and team outings, but you weren’t mad at Alexia. It wasn’t her fault. 

You tried your damn hardest to ignore the hurt whenever the fans would demand your attention only to ask about Alexia and you even ignored your own thoughts that plagued your mind. With every kick of the ball you asked yourself if Alexia would have done it better, if that one journalist and the many before, after and between were right and you’d never be half as good as her.

It got to a point where you almost asked Jonatan and Joan if promoting you to the senior team was the right decision. Patri has unknowingly stopped you in doing so as she pulled you away from the coach’s office door to walk with you to the training pitch. 

It didn’t take long for your sisters to notice the change in your mood and behavior. Truthfully it wasn’t hard to spot but the people around you didn’t pay enough attention to it. You were more anxious and short tempered, you were hard to talk to, mainly because you kept silent. You also smiled less. Their happy little sister went from being the light of their day to being the reason they shared worried looks when you weren’t looking. 

It had been during a family dinner, just the four of you, that Eli brought up something that rubbed you the wrong way and you felt your throat closing as you swallowed hard. 

You forced yourself to chew the bite of food you had just taken before slowly standing up and excusing yourself from the dinner table.

“Mija” your mother pleads with you, knowing that she had worded her sentence wrong, but it had brought up the feelings you were trying to hide. Alba and Alexia look at you, eyes full of concern as you put your cutlery in the sink.

“I’m fine mami, just tired. Lo siento.” your words turn into a soft whisper as your nose twitches and you turn around before they could see your tears. They watch in tense silence as you walk up the stairs to your childhood room. 

Alexia is up on her feet in an instant, stretching to reach for one of her crutches. As the oldest she felt it was her duty to check on you as soon as possible, to comfort you or try to help you in any way she could.

“Ale, be careful with your knee!” her mother calls after her as she hurries up the stairs.

“I’m fine mama” the brunette waves her off, rounding the corner to your room.

“Dios mío, it’s like they’re twins” Alba speaks up amusedly, finishing her dinner and helping her mother clean up. In spite of Alexia’s efforts you wouldn’t open up to her and she left your room with her own tears of frustration pooling in her eyes, annoyed she didn’t know why you were feeling this way. 

Alba had tried soon after and she expected you to ignore her too, only you didn’t. After many tries from her you had voiced your thoughts, not all and not exactly how you felt. Just that you thought you’d always stay in Alexia’s shadow. You made her swear to you that she wouldn’t tell your injured sister, giving exactly that as an excuse to why. Alexia felt somewhat jealous that you had spoken to Alba but not her, nonetheless she was glad you allowed someone in.

It wasn’t until the match against Levante Las Planas, an incredibly successful game on your part too, that she realized what had you feeling so down. 

It was way after the game, the sky already turning dark yet you were still out on the pitch. The only sound in the Johan Cruyff Stadium was the sound of your boots kicking the ball and Alexia frowned as she spotted your form, the field lit by the floodlights. 

She had come to support the team and spent the last hour or two talking with them in the changing room. With someone always demanding her attention she didn’t have time to wonder where you were until everyone had already made their way home and your training bag was the only one still sitting on the bench. 

You were juggling with a ball, one of the only things you were always better at than any of the teammates you’ve had. It was a great talent of yours, one that had Alexia mesmerized by your skills as she watched you. Eventually she makes her way over to you and catches the ball in the air.

“Ale!” you grumble, reaching to snatch the ball out of her hands and going back to what you were doing before. She didn’t need her crutches anymore, in fact she had already been allowed to do light training and jogging. It made things easier, one of those things being trying to get you to tell her what was going on.

“Y/N/N, talk to me” she pleads with you, her pleas going unheard by you as you focus on getting every touch right. “Pequeña, por favor.”

You cast a glance at her before turning your attention back to the ball by your feet. Alexia thinks for a moment and smirks slightly as an idea comes to her.

“Favorite color?” a confused expression is etched onto your face, but you answer.

“Blue”

“Math or biology?” She knew what she was doing. It was something she’d do when the two of you were younger to get information out of you. She’d make sure you were busy with something and then ask you the most random questions until somehow she’d figure out what she wanted. You never realized how she did it.

“Biology?” you squeak out, momentarily losing control of the ball before fixing your footing.

“Messi or Rondaldo?”

“Messi for sure” you nod to yourself, kicking the ball higher.

“Flight or invisibility?”

“I already am invisible” there it was. Her expression turns into one of sorrow and this time as she catches the ball she moves it out of your reach so you wouldn’t get it back. Now that your attention is only on her you realize what you’ve just said, how you revealed your feelings. You open and close your mouth a few times before turning your gaze downward, your feet suddenly far more interesting than the deep frown on your sister’s face.

Alexia reaches out to you, cupping the side of your face, her thumb lightly stroking your cheek under your eye.

“Y/N” she whispers and when you look up her heart breaks at the sight of the tears now running down your cheeks with a steady flow and she quickly pulls you into her warm embrace. 

“Lo siento mucho” you sob into her neck, her hold on you just as tight as your grip is on her shirt. 

“Why are you sorry? Hermana, I’m the one who should apologize.” she shushes you, momentarily looking up at the sky, trying to stay composed. 

“I should have noticed how you felt and what was happening, I could have done something” she mutters into your hair as you shake your head.

“No Ale, it’s fine, I’m okay” you try to assure her but with your red eyes and puffy cheeks it’s practically impossible to believe you, she’d be stupid to believe you when your voice is shaking as you try to suppress your emotions.

“I’ll fix this bebé, okay? I’ll fix it” she speaks with determination and you don’t answer her, her mind is made up and you weren’t going to deny your sister of wanting to protect you.

Eventually the two of you sat down on the grass of the stadium after you shook your head when Alexia asked you if you’d like to go home. It’s where Alba finds you both, leant against each other under one of the floodlights and she wordlessly joins you, your sisters sandwiching you between them.

“Los amo a ambos” you tell them sincerely, smiling from ear to ear as they each kiss the side of your head or your cheek. You’re content for the first time in months, in the comfort of your loved ones arms and you feel like the world has stopped for a few minutes, just for the three of you to enjoy the peace. 

Whatever happens from here on out would only be better than what it had been before, Alexia would make sure of that.

[stardust-sunset]

Im a littel late!!

Boys will be boys hcs with the gang

Pony definitely went through a phase where he made his voice impossibly low to try to get girls or something, haunts darry to this day.

The Curtis bros had absolutely no clue you were supposed to wash your bedsheets. I can picture darry having a girl over and shes like "these are kinda dirty" and his ass goes "I already washed them this year"

soda runs around everywhere with the dogs out. BROS FEET ARE NEVER CONTAINED 🙏🙏

modern day two-bit is constantly screaming "English or Spanish!" To the gang. They all stay planted where they are for HOURS.

This ones not so much 'boys will be boys' but super senior dallas and two-bit. Dally will get rejected and thats just the funniest thing on earth to two-bit.

Pony gets so hangry he will literally rip anyone in the area to shreds, do NOT fw hungry pony😞

Johnny like never washes his clothes. Part of it is from the poverty, but darry will ask if he wants his stuff washed and hes just like "its okay they smell fine :3" (they smell like absolute shit)

Steve will wrestle anything with legs that questions him to the ground. If yk him, your not safe, mans is gonna run up behind and BOOM your down

hangry ponyboy mentioned 🗣️🗣️ (seriously tho i know bro just blows up at darry and darry just holds him by the collar while he yells and tries to swing on him like an angry cat 💀 darry’s just like ‘what’s your problem’ til he hears his stomach growl and he’s like ‘oh 😒’) johnny gets hangry too but more sassy so he’ll quip at pony and pony snaps back and they start fighting in the middle of the street 😭

but YES-i agree with all of these-in the movie steve literally had to remind soda to put his shoes on, bro hates socks (and clipping his nails, pony literally wakes up with blood dripping down his legs and he’s like ‘soda 😡😡’

johnny also just doesn’t wanna be a burden-he gets used to the smell at some point but darry will literally make him strip down and wear pony’s clothes and whenever his clothes are actually washed he’s just sitting there with his eyes wide like he’s experiencing the most amazing thing ever and it’s just because his jean jacket is warm and smells like flowers as apposed to blood and sweat 😭

steve would literally just see a spider and be like ‘oh yeah? you givin’ me that look?” and stomps on it because he’s a bitch-pony has a mean side eye and it’s gotten him a number of tackles to the ground and pony’s screaming ‘what did i do’ while steve puts him in a chokehold 😭

‘i already washed them this year’ BRO 😭😭 it’s the same thing with table cloths like there’s a bunch of stains on it and they’re just like ‘this is fine’-i feel like they know some things because their mom was kind of a neat freak but other than that it was four boys in the house-

also nooooo not english or spanish-two bit would love the brainrot era….

also it’s never too late for bits will be boys headcanons. keep em coming fellas

[envy-of-the-apple]

AHHH the whole suguru and satoru liking older women thing is so>>. to me it’s so much easier imaging Satoru chasing after someone older since he really does give bratty youngest sibling vibes… like especially with how he reacted in front of that kfc after losing a bad bitch (suguru)… he’s not used to being told no for SURE. And he’d def chase after someone that has their shit together and KNOWS better than to give in to his manipulation, which is makes him all the more intrigued and hungry to vie for that person’s attention. prime example being just how annoying he gets towards nanami.

BUT that does make me wonder what suguru is like then. I don’t know if he’s necessarily the type of person to chase— or at least not in the pestering way that Satoru does. If he were to go after someone older, does he reach a point of desperation when they don’t give in? like, no this cult leader pretty boy with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and overly polite mannerisms that scream of ulterior motives is NOT gonna get the pass from someone who is older and clocks his ill intentions from a mile away. I’m sure Satoru is in it for the long haul when it comes to chasing after someone, but suguru… at some point he’d prolly just kidnap you and force you to stay in one of the rooms of his temple until you get Stockholm syndrome I swear. He seems more like the type of person who demands to have the reigns / control over the situation, and he wouldn’t necessarily entertain any rejection or retaliation in the way Satoru does (his lil masochist ass prolly enjoys being a top tier menace just so you keep pushing him away tbh).

I’m getting ahead of myself, but I do wanna see your perspective on how he is with someone who is equally as level-headed as him (if not more than, considering seniority and being more jaded/experienced with dealing with creepy ppl). Suguru and Satoru def have different approaches to gaining the attention of an older person they like. I say person rather than woman bc they’re def both… lil bi whores…. freaky frotters if you will. explored each others’ bodies for sure… Also I love your works SO SO MUCH! I came here from your ao3 and I’m genuinely in awe whenever I read your stuff… it def inspires me when I’m writing my own jjk works lmao (takes me like 50 business years to write a single fic on ao3 but it’s okay we ball).

awwww bestie tytyty so so much youre so nice!!!!

kkkkk so I do think that Suguru prefers older women while Satoru leans more towards older men. Like have you seen that guy? Daddy issues, clearly. If Toji wasn't, yknow, actively hunting him down, Gojo would definitely be obsessed with him like Noaya

I totally agree with what you said! For Suguru, it really is about control. I feel like Suguru sees the age difference like a certain power dynamic that he can twist around, if that makes sense? When he goes after someone, he definitely expects them to come quietly. I feel like he'd enjoy the chase a little bit, but only a little. He'd quickly get bored and the flimsy excuses of 'I'm ten years older than you' 'I have a husband and a child' will start to get a little annoying. I feel like the ppl he goes after will know he's dangerous and not to mess with him.

[mickules]

Rule #18 Never harm an animal

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Have you heard what they say?

About the school chicken coop in the roof garden? They say some seniors snuck up there once, planning on pulling some stupid stunt, but in the process one of the chickens got killed. By morning, those seniors had vanished without a trace. It was weeks later when they were finally found; porcelain like eggshells, perfectly picked clean, decorating the chicken nests like war trophies. They found their BONES.

Or so the story goes... perhaps it sounds too much like a ghost tale from a middle schooler with too vivid an imagination. And yet, you'll never do a frog dissection in a Hope's Peak science class.

Because the animals have an angel to protect them And he will not hesitate to be a demon to you.

They say he stalks his prey, a silent, persistent predator. A biting cold the only thing that signals his approach. Your breath crystallises in the air, he pounces. They all pounce.

Rodents squirming, thrashing, writhing. Tails congealed within his mottled poisonous flesh, conjoined, blackened and frostbitten beneath filthy bandages. A twisted Rat King Hundreds of hungry eyes swivel madly in their sockets, a chittering squeal and they all lock onto you. Singular in their purpose.

Have you ever spared a thought to how sharp rats' teeth are?

[rule#17] [rule#19]

[bigdumbbambieyes]

part 2 of this 🍋

Steve rips the towel from around Billy’s waist and pushes his boyfriend onto the bed, ignoring the way Billy’s smug look sends a shot of heat through him, because Billy knows. He fucking did that shit on purpose and Steve’s playing right into his hand.

But, his irritation doesn’t last long, not when he pulls off his shirt and pushes his shorts down, his hardening cock bobbing as he crawls onto the bed and watches Billy watch him with an equally hungry gaze.

“You’re so fucking easy, Harrington,” Billy hums, his hands grabbing at Steve’s hips, pulling him up and up until he can plop his ass down on Billy’s chest carefully.

And Steve knows he’s easy for Billy. The asshole doesn’t have to point it out, even though it does make his dick twitch in guilty interest.

Not one to back down from their back and forth, Steve mumbles pointedly, “You were the one playing with your tits, Hargrove.”

The use of surnames brings them back to their senior year of high school, when tensions had been incredibly thick and they’d hate fuck on the weekends.

It makes this so much hotter.

Billy grins up at him, licking his lips nice and slow, like the tease he is. It makes Steve want to rub the tip of his dick against them.

But, he doesn’t — not now. Instead, he’s reaching for their bottle of lube and drizzling it over Billy’s smooth chest, capping it with his thumb before massaging the soft-firm pecs, thumbing little circles on Billy’s nipples, and he feels a rush of pride when Billy’s face heats up and his jaw drops a little as the massaging continues.

The slow glide of his hands along Billy’s chest makes his cock hard, the tip leaking as he watches his boyfriend stare up at him, pretty lips parted with soft breaths and blue eyes brightened by the pink of his cheeks.

“Gonna fuck your tits,” Steve murmurs, shifting forward and stroking his cock with his lubed hand, hearing Billy’s soft ‘fuck yeah’ and those strong hands move down to his thighs, gripping them tight.

Steve’s nice about it, at first. He pushes Billy’s pecs together and slides his dick into the little cleavage there, biting his lip as he uses his thumbs to press down, creating a nice little channel to fuck, and it makes him sigh out a quiet moan.

The gentle ‘click’ of the lube makes Billy groan, his eyes focused on watching the tip of Steve’s cock appear and disappear between his pecs, poking his tongue out to a point to try and catch it to no avail.

“Slut,” Steve pants with a grin, humping Billy now, his hips rutting a little harder, “You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?”

“Almost as much as you are,” Billy fires back just as breathlessly, one hand disappearing from Steve’s hips to touch himself, the other going to push Steve’s away to replace it. Looking up at him, Billy hums, “C’mon, fuck’m like you mean it, pretty boy.”

Steve knows a goad when he hears it, but he’d be a fucking idiot to say no, so he plants his hands on either side of Billy’s head and fucks his tits.

It’s…unlike anything else. Billy’s grinning and egging him on, staring up at him in awe the longer it goes on, his eyes a little glassy as he enjoys himself and gets lost in the pleasure.

Steve doesn’t last long, he cums all along the line of Billy’s throat and chin, his collarbones. He’s panting and shaking a little, but he can’t tear his eyes away from Billy’s flushed face and soft, satiated grin.

Before Billy can say anything or bitch about the cum on him, Steve shifts down, lowers his mouth and licks up Billy’s throat, catching all of his cum with a long swipe — and the moan he feels vibrating from Billy’s throat nearly makes him hard again.

He sucks at the little bit of cum on Billy’s chin, hears the low chuckle his boyfriend makes at that, and lowers his mouth to a pierced ear to whisper, “Wanna cum in my mouth?”

And Billy moans again, laughing lazily as he mumbles, “The fuck kinda question is that?”

A stupid one, Steve thinks as he slides down to take Billy into his mouth.

[momotonescreaming]

We know that Steve thinks his Dad is an asshole, but he doesn’t really mention his mother other than a few off hand comments. She goes on his Dad’s business trips because she doesn’t trust him not to cheat, she’s well respected in Hawkins, and Steve used her as a reference when he applied for the job at Family Video. So I got to thinking about what if she was a good person also trapped under the pressure of Mr Harrington, just like Steve? What if Steve had a good relationship with her? And this happened

Mrs Harrington who loved her husband once, who had a husband who loved her back. She loved his ambition, his drive, his dedication. She didn’t love it when it started to turn into him spending all hours at the office, at business meetings. When it started to turn into something money hungry. But it was his job. He knew best. Right?

Mrs Harrington has a baby because she wants one. She’s always wanted to be a mother. Mr Harrington has a kid because it’s What You Do. You have a kid so they can take over your company, carry on your family legacy. Uphold the Harrington name. His reputation. A nanny can raise them when they’re little. When they're older they can follow in his footsteps. Popular, likes cars, plays basketball.

Mrs Harrington raises little Steve as much as she can. He’s a little Mama’s boy. She’ll go to the salon to get her hair done and Steve sits in the chair next to hers, driving his toy cars up and down the seat. Steve drags her outside so he can show her this “Really cool swimming trick, Mama!” and she watches him happily from the porch seats, commenting that he swims so well is he sure he’s not part fish? He’ll watch her put her make up on and get ready for a Charity Gala she’s organising. He tells her she’s beautiful, Mama and she’ll run one of her big fluffy make up brushes across his cheeks so he can be beautiful too.

Steve gets older and Mr Harrington takes over in shaping Steve’s life. He’s a man now. A Harrington. Mrs Harrington isn’t quite sure what to do. She thinks her husband might be a bit harsh but he was a teenage boy once, he must know what’s best for him. Right? He’s the man of the family. The head of the household and what he says goes. She isn’t so sure now, but it’s what her father always taught her. It’s what she always learnt in Church. She fawns under his harsh gaze and feels the guilt churning in her gut as she doesn’t know what to do. Steve starts pulling away from her, and her husband keeps flirting with his young secretaries.

It comes to a head in Steve’s senior year when she’s with her husband on a business trip in New York. Her husband’s secretary gets a call that Steve’s in the hospital after getting into a fight with another student - Billy Hargrove. Her husband brushes it off as ‘Boys will be boys’. A Harrington shouldn’t have lost. Maybe this will teach him about consequences. Did he even think about what this could have done to their reputation? He doesn’t tell his wife.

Mrs Harrington is the only one in their hotel room when the secretary calls again with an update from the hospital. She finds out that he knew that their only son was in the hospital and didn’t tell her. It’s the last straw. Her husband comes back to the hotel room smelling of expensive liquor and someone else’s perfume. They get into a screaming match and she packs her bags and calls a taxi. She calls the hospital from the airport that she’s on her way.

She gets the first plane she can and rushes straight to the hospital. The nurse at the reception desk tells her what room he’s in and she tears up as soon as she sees Steve.

“Oh my baby. I’m so sorry.”

Steve locks eyes with her and his eyes water. “Hi Mama.” His voice is quiet.

She rushes over to hug him and his teary eyes turn into violent sobs, her whispering comforting nothings to her baby boy as he cries. She came as soon as she heard, she’s so sorry, he’s okay now. She doesn’t tell him yet that she wasn’t there earlier because her husband didn’t tell her. Her wedding ring feels heavy on her finger.

When Steve is recovering at home, asleep in the other room, she rings a divorce lawyer.

[noosayog]

[Liar Liar] you can lie about anything in your life. except for your boyfriend ft. Miya Osamu

wc: 800

warnings/content: silly reader, fluff i guess?

noos's notes: thinking abt writing a version of this for Iwa but reader says "my boyfriend is a trainer for olympians." and acquaintance shuts the fuck up

“Stop shaking yer leg, annoyin’” Osamu says.

You shoot him a glare, but your leg continues to bob, a habit when you're anxious. You’re about to shoot a nasty comment back, but it’s then that your lunch plans arrive.

Your acquaintance from high school; you’ve always been competitive but something about her brings out the petty in you. When she had reached out to catch up, your boyfriend asked if he could come along to meet your friend. You agreed.

It’s been almost 10 years out of high school, but you feel the irrational urge to show that you’re successful and happy with your life.

When she shows up, her tall, rich-looking boyfriend by her side, you’re glad you brought Osamu along.

“So how have you been?” she asks when she settles into the seat across from you.

The boys introduce themselves and four of you play catch up.

“What have you been up to? My boyfriend and I love to hit the gym after work together. You know, to stay fit!” she punctuates the sentence with a giggle and coy look at her boyfriend.

You pinch your face, “Yeah, I wake up at 5 everyday to go to the gym, too! I love to go… lift!”

You get up exactly at 8:54 am everyday because that’s the absolute latest you can afford to get up to start your 9AM work-from-home job.

You feel Osamu’s eyes bore into you from your left. His hands come over your shaking thigh in a warning squeeze.

And so lunch goes much the same way. She pulls, you push.

“I do so much great work at my job working with children and such!” she says.

“Yeah, totally get the whole making a difference thing. My role really supports the success of my company!”

You work in accounting at a regular corporation.

“I love to volunteer at the senior home on the weekend. All the people there are so lonely but sweet!”

“Totally, I go to the soup kitchen every Saturday to serve… soup.”

You sleep in on the weekends while Osamu cleans the house.

“I recently joined a book club and we’ve recently read The Feminine Mystique. It was so rewarding to be with like-minded girl bosses!”

“That’s soo inspirational of you! I’ve recently read The… Communist Manifesto. You know, the failure of free markets and all that.”

You watch the Great British Bake Off in bed every night.

You glance over to see Osamu practically shaking in laughter. He has his mug up to his face to hide the guffaws and you want to smack him in the head.

“That’s amazing! Well enough about us, what about your boyfriend? Mine works in investment banking. He’s such a hard worker. One of a kind, babe” she says, resting a french-manicured hand on her boyfriend’s bicep.

“Osamu-”

You pause, not sure how to go about this. There’s a lot of silence as you close your mouth and look down.

“I own a restaurant,” Osamu finally answers for you.

Osamu’s hand has left your thigh and he was no longer laughing. He didn’t sound very happy either. You wrap up your lunch, Osamu mostly sitting in silence for the remainder of the meal. You say your goodbyes before long and you and Osamu make your way home to your shared apartment.

At home, Osamu is uncharacteristically pouty for the rest of the day.

“What’s with the attitude?” you prod. He’s probably just hungry or something.

“Oh, attitude,” he mocks. “Is that why ya had nothing good to say about me at lunch? Because I’m embarrassing to yer perfect life ya want people to think ya have?”

You flinch a little. In truth, you had been feeling a little guilty about that.

“‘Samuuu,” you whine.

You sidle up to your boyfriend, who leans away from you. He’s putting on a dramatic pout, but you can tell he's hurt.

“‘Samu,” you cup his puffed cheeks in your hands. “I didn't wanna say anything about you because I was lying about everything else and I didn't want you to think the stuff I say about you is a lie. I wanted to say that you’re my buff, hot, cooking, Onigiri man. You have your own successful business, you're kind and thoughtful, and you have the hottest dad bod ever.”

Osamu scoffs, “lying. Understatement.” But you can see the corner of his lips upturning. One more push.

“And I love youuuuu,” you pinch his cheeks.

Osamu lifts you by the thighs and you wrap your legs and arms around him. “Well you better tell yer friend all that stuff ya just said about me next time. Don’t want her thinking her investment banking boyfriend has a one-up on me.”

“Hell no, I’m never seeing her again.”

[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

Eddie Munson Saves Some Kittens

A/N: Just some thoughts I had while at the rescue. Reader in this is gender neutral. Nothing but fluff and kittens!

Okay. So imagine with me, if you will, that Eddie Munson finds a litter of teeny tiny kittens somewhere, possibly under the trailer porch and the mom is no where to be seen. He gives it awhile, waits anxiously by the window nearly all day and into the night to see if the mom comes back before he decides to bring them inside.

Now he has a box full of tiny, helpless, squirmy, and very hungry kittens and wow he did not think this through. Like. At all.

So he calls you, his lovely and very understanding s/o and rushes through the explanation so fast over the phone that you have to make him repeat it.

"Jesus, Eddie, do you ever think things through?" you laugh lightly on the other end of the line, already making a mental list of what you need.

But you don't sound annoyed and he breathes a sigh of relief at how not irritated you sound. You always have patience with him and he remembers how grossly in love with you he is and ugh.

The kittens are set up in an old pack n' play you found in the basement and lugged all the way over to Eddie's. You layer it with blankets and old newspapers and a hot water bottle that the kittens huddle on.

Eddie thrives on the chaos that is taking care of these delicate little beings. His sleep schedule is weird anyway so feeding them every few hours late in the night and into the early morning is no big issue.

(Wayne thanks God that it's Summer or Eddie would be going for another year as a senior with all the sleep that kid is missing.)

You keep him on track, sitting in the library and writing down all the information you need in one of Eddie's notebooks. You both spend many nights on the couch with kittens curled up all over you like tiny furnaces or in Eddie's room leaning over the side of the pack n' play, half asleep, worrying over the smallest kitten.

When Eddie compares it to practice for a human baby you wack him with a pillow until he cries uncle, laughing.

When the kittens are big enough to start walking on wobbly legs, they follow Eddie around like little ducklings, jumping at his legs and perching on his shoulders. They love to play with his hair.

Eddie nearly cries when a kitten gets underfoot and he accidentally steps on it's tail/paw. You reassure him that the kitten is okay and that it happens sometimes. He babies that kitten the rest of the day anyway.

They all love to cuddle with you when it's nap time and Eddie gets a bit sour about it but you pinch his cheeks and put his head in your lap and he has a kitten sleeping on his chest and neck while he snores in no time.

Uncle Wayne has many polaroids of moments like this. He secretly has a favorite kitten that is always awake to greet him when he gets home from a shift and sits on the counter while he heats up some food.

He knows he shouldn't give them table scraps (you scold Eddie and him whenever you catch them doing it) but he sneaks a few pieces of meat to the kitten. He takes to calling it Junior because its fuzzy black fur and big eyes remind him of a younger Eddie and damn it, he knows he'll have to keep it.

You and Eddie argue over what music to leave on when the cats are alone because:

"So they get used to human voices and stuff" he explains and you look him dead in the eye when you remind him of all the 'concerts' he's done for the kittens.

You agree to leave on a radio station that plays a good mix of everything, volume low.

Eddie wants to name them all after some Ozzy songs or come up with elaborate D&D themed names and give them just as elaborate backstories based on their personalities.

You and Eddie drive 3 hours to go to a free spay and neuter clinic. That is a road trip you will never forget. Mostly because there are little claw marks on the back of the vans seats now and everytime you see them you smile.

One kitten goes to Dustin's mom. Because yeah.

A couple of people that Wayne works with adopt a few.

El even convinces Hopper that it's necessary for her to have a cat and we all know he ends up loving that furry maniac no matter how much he grumbles about the fuckin' litter box.

He gives the cat treats behind El's back and let's it sit on his lap when she's at sleepovers.

Uncle Wayne does end up keeping the runt, which he does name Junior, but never really tells Eddie why until Eddie asks.

When the last kitten is given to it's forever family, both you and Eddie feel a little (okay a lot) emotional. Junior is never in want for snuggles and chin scratches.

When you and Eddie eventually get your own place together it definitely feels a bit empty without a pet. He wants to take all the cats home when you visit a shelter after settling into life living on your own together.

You take home an adult cat that gave Eddie the saddest eyes and nibbled on his finger. And your family feels a little more complete with a furry companion waiting for you at home.

[fancyfeathers]

have you watched queen's gambit? if you have, imagine beth harmon! darling as william's student. she is decimating every man in the chess club one day, and the whole department, even university is there to witness or join the challenge. william who happened to "stop by" casually offers to play. the game becomes actually longer and more intense. darling's confident and hungry posture falls as her objective goes from decimating her opponent to literally surviving. when he finally wins, she is humiliated badly(at least thats how she feels, william made sure no boy there insulted her intelligence at all lol) it's fun. i can see her becoming obsessed with taking him down and he is all "miss (name) can we focus on the lesson right now?"

Omg I love this idea especially because my mother insisted I play chess when I was in kindergarten all the way to my senior year and I met a girl when playing at a city championship who just reminded me of her and I played against her and she just destroyed me and then afterwards we exchanged phone numbers and we have been best friends since. Anywho that’s enough of me rambling lol.

But anywho I couldn’t play chess for the life of me anymore

I imagine that William would hear about her when his students were talking in class. When he catches them he asks what they are talking about that is so much more important than his lesson and the boys explain that one of them who is in the chess club had just gotten miserably beat by one of the only women at the university, he was planning on challenging her again after today’s classes. Then the next day comes and William asks his student how his match went, and he gotten beat even worse than before. Then the next day William hears his entire class talking about how she beat every single boy in the club and the professor who runs it. Then he hears how everyone around the university is attempting to beat her but no one has succeeded. So one day after class, William decides to see the rumored lady in action. The chess club has never been more active, people practically pouring out the door to watch. William squeezes his way pass everyone to watch and he recognizes her from passing in the hall…

“Miss (Name), she is one of my philosophy students, taking a minor in linguistic studies as well.”

Another one of the university professors had snuck up behind him, one of philosophy professors and the chaperone of the chess club.

“I think she is in my advanced number theory class next semester-“

“W-What how?!”

William is cut off my her competitor, staring down at the board in pure shock, he had just lost but it had only been a few mere minutes. William watched as she stood up and reached out to shake her opponent’s hand but he merely stood up and walked off in a fit. She just watches him leave and doesn’t notice the footsteps approaching her and she turns her head to see the scarlet eyed professor extending his hand to her.

“Professor William James Moriarty, I teach mathematics, care for a match?”

The two sit down at the table and the game begins. To say it was a long match was and understatement, dragging on hours since there are no use of clocks in the club and it is reaching night hours when Louis gets worried about his brother and shows up to the university to see the two of them playing and she is tugging at her hair in frustration as she stares down at the board. Only a few students and professors are left watching. Then she finally makes her move, and as she is grabbing her pencil to make note of it she hears William move a piece on the board and-

“Checkmate.”

She stares down at the board in pure shock, she actually lost. She stands up and shakes his hand silently before walking off herself with her few friends from the chess club trying to make her feel better about her loss.

William goes home with Louis who immediately asks why her was still here. But all William can think about is the intelligence of this young women. Then the first semester ends and winter break comes and goes and everyone returns to campus and she begins in William’s class but before he has the chance to speak to her at the end of class she runs off, presumably to the chess club. So after finishing a bit of filing William goes as well and sees her sitting playing a game with another one of the students and having a conversation.

“I don’t know why loosing to Professor Moriarty is bothering you so much, you literally won the Nationals over winter break in London, why don’t you focus on that victory-“

“Because I won those matches and I lost miserably to Professor Moriarty, it doesn’t make sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense is the fact that you are still here, you could literally be playing against some of the best in the world if you wanted but instead you are still here of all places, why?”

“Because I want to beat him.”

He begins watching her more closely after overhearing that. He picks up on her little habits, how she shows up thirty seconds before his class starts, she packs up her things forty seconds before the bell and when class is dismissed she is always the first one out the door. As semester moves on he also notices how distracted she is getting, staring off at the ceiling and not writing anything down, the lack of work on her assignments and how she is seemingly growing more and more distant to everything, and her grade in his class is suffering because of it.

“Miss (Name), please stay after class.”

He says mere seconds before the bell rings and she is about to stand up to leave and all of her class mates stare at her as she approaches his desk instead. He scolds her for her behavior in class, telling her that he knows she is intelligent and…

Her eyes were still staring off else where…

“Can I see your bag please?”

She hesitantly hands her bag off to him and he opens it and looks through it and pulls out a bottle of pills.

“I will be talking to administration about this, you will be most likely removed from the chess club and potentially expelled.”

“…I understand.”

The next day she is sitting in her dorm room, she had not gone to class that day when a secretary from administration came knocking at her door to escort her to the main office. She is taken to the headmaster’s office where William is sitting there as well. She is also reprimanded for her behavior in her mathematics class and use of such substances and she will be removed from the chess club…

“…you would be expelled but Professor Moriarty has offered you an alternative. You will be staying at the Moriarty estate and be under his care where he will monitor your credit recover and lessons at his home since the use of such substances calls for your removal from campus.”

“…I understand.”

Her things are packed up from the dorm and she is moved into the Moriarty estate and is silent for her first few days there until he calls her downstairs to his study and there is a chess board set up on his desk.

“You have a very interesting mind, I will be honest when I say I had my own motivations in letting you stay here. I wish to understand how your mind works, so would you like to play a game?”

[acanth3]

追憶＊マリオネットの糸の先 / Reminiscence＊End of the Marionette's Strings

EPISODE 5

Garden Terrace

Mika: Nnnh…I haven’t been to the garden terrace much.

Normally, students are allowed to come during class time, right? I'm nervous cuz if I get caught, my teacher will get angry..?

Arashi: Ufufu. While it’s not allowed…it’s not like it’s prohibited.

It’s all loose~ because in this academy, idol’s are like gods.

I’m so cute, I’ll be allowed to skip class just to eat cake. There are alot of idiots who play pranks.

There are also people who just make you feel sick, you’ll see in just a little bit. Put your head up because you're an idol, be bossy!

It’s not enough…the feeling of gratitude.

It’s fine…but my freedom is being violated, it’s troublesome…

My ‘King’ doesn’t seem to be able to stand within such situations, so he’s held by a string day by day.

Mika: “The King”?

Arashi: Oh, it’s the name of the senior who’s care I’m under. His name is Leo.

The name he goes by from his fans is something like ‘Leo-sama~’...?

I wonder if ‘Leo-sama’ is from an accent or it shrank to ‘Osama’? I don't know, well~

Mika: Hnn, what’s the king? who is it? I’m thinkin’ somethin’ like that.

My Oshi-san is also apart of ‘The 5 Eccentrics’ or he’s also called ‘Emperor’

Arashi: My leader doesn’t seem to enjoy being called ‘King’ also even whenever I say it.

Mika: He sounds like a very sharp person, after all he is Naru-chan’s acquaintance.

I feel I’m not as close with you because I’m scared…Naru-chan is so kind.

What was it, ‘Othello’? Nnn, the name was changed to somethin’ like ‘Chess’?

Arashi: Hmm, I don’t know well but the name did change, those people are a little passionate.

Shinsengumi is on a rampage, it’s really just filled with never-ending troubles. It’s dangerous.

I don’t want to really get involved in the whole mess, and I haven’t officially joined nor participated in group activities, Well, as courtesy greetings sometimes.

I don’t like being dragged in by others and it’s a troublesome situation as well…i’m gonna stay outside of the mosquitos net until it’s over.

A temporary club of some sorts..

I’m still a little indebted to you as a model, because as a senior I have a duty…

Even If I'm thinking of just registering, I wonder if I’ll participate later after the current situation cools down.

Mika: Nnnn..tell me if yer havin’ any troubles, I might not be able to do nothin’ but Naru-chan we are friends ♪

Arashi: Thank you, ufufu~ I feel better when I talk to Mika-chan wa~ ♪

Mika: Did ya get the cake you ordered? If you eat this you’ll feel better~♪

Arashi: Oh, just me? Mika-chan you didn’t order anything?

Mika: Nnnn…I'm hungry when I eat proper sweets, I’ll destroy my appetite…

Also I like candy. Look, I’ll lick the candy, so I can refrain from eating the cake~ ♪

Arashi: You really are a strange child, aren’t you…?

If you dont eat properly, you won’t get any meat, Mika-chan is so skinny so I’m worried~ Eventually you’ll faint, right?

If I eat something, I just eat it. I’ll probably just get fat or grow taller and I should be careful i'm on a diet.

But I want to eat sweets~ Annoying, isn’t it?

Mika: Nnnn…when I was little I didn’t eat much.

I wonder if that’s why I barely grew but I’ve gained more weight now than I have in the past, right?

Recently, Oshi-san always makes rice/lunch for me~ ♪

So if I swell my belly with sweets and unnecessary foods, Oshi-san will get angry

Arashi: I wonder if that’s what you also call ‘love’...I mean, are you currently living with that ‘Oshi-san’ person?

No~ that sounds so immoral ♪

Mika: Nah I’m just a freeloader~ No different from a pet or a pot of plants. I’ve got my parents' house over in Kansai.

I live a great distance from Yumenosaki, it’s hard to go back and forth from my parent’s house every single time, it also cost’s money.

I asked Oshi-san to let me sleep over.

I’m usin’ the money I earn from idol activities towards Oshi-san’s house and sendin’ over money to my parent’s house.

Arashi: Well, if you’re having a hard time and any problems, please talk to me~

I feel like an average person while you're poorer…

Mika: In Valkyrie we have another senior named Nazuna-nii.

It’s his birthday soon so I made clothes as a present ♪

M’ gonna have to do my best hand-sewing~

I’m still not the best because I’m learning from Oshi-san. The cost of materials and so on is another reason, i’m short on money as usual.

Nazuna-nii’s birthday is some time away so it’s not that urgent.

Arashi: That’s why you were sewing earlier too…

Okay! If you’ve got such a problem, tell me! I feel like I got in the way of your work, right?

Mika: Yeah, I’m not sewin’ alot and I enjoy what I do.

It calms me down when I get to talk to Naru-chan, so why don’t I just relax?

Valkyrie, I mean Oshi-san is quite a perfectionist…

I don't get to relax while doin’ idol activities, sometimes I just wanna relax ♪

Arashi: That’s right, no wonder your performances are the best

You always look/feel tense. It makes me feel nervous when I see you.

Mika: Yeah kinda like just draggin’ my feet around.

Nazuna-nii is perfect! He moves around perfectly just as Oshi-San instructs.

I’ve respected Nazuna-nii for a long time that’s why I wanna make him happy on his birthday, Nazuna-nii always has a dark look on his face..

It would be nice if he showed me his smile~♪

a/n i made this at 1am sorry if it doesn’t make sense💔