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littlelioncub43 · 1 year

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Ok for murderer Monday 😶‍🌫️

Imagine being softdark!Lee's little housewife and getting your period and he gets soooooo protective of you esp. in public and when you're both alone and you're in pain and he's heard that pleasure can fix that sooooo....

AaaaAAAAAAH YES. It's been so long since I wrote for Lee. I need more Lee thots hehe

Home Remedies

Summary: When your period comes with a vengeance, Lee is quick to dote on you. But when the regular methods of pain relief seem to be failing you, Lee suggests another way to make you feel better.

Pairing: soft dark!Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), fluff, fingering (f receiving), pet names (princess, baby doll, baby, nothing crazy), period sex, bleeding (obvi), Lee being Lee which is naturally darker but still very loving, brief mentions of force feeding, dry humping, Lee coming in his pants, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word count: idk, I wrote this on my phone.

A/N: Holy crap, I accidentally wrote a fic! Look at me go! This was supposed to be short but it turned out to be a full length fic! I'm honestly so surprised and proud of myself. I hope you enjoy it! Hehe let me know how you feel! Comments and reblogs are always welcome! 💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Lee made it a point to track your cycle, it made life easier for the both of you. He knew when your attitude was less than agreeable that your monthly was just round the corner, which helped him keep a level head most of the time. He knew when you'd burst into tears because you were out of lemons and he forgot to pick them up from the store, that your monthly was approaching. As much as it drove him up the walls to have you all over the place, he knew there was no avoiding it. Just as there was no avoiding the itch deep inside him to watch over you.

On a good day, Lee had a hard time leaving you at home by yourself. The worry that someone might break in, or something might happen while he's gone lived permanently in the back of his head. No matter how many times that you tell him that you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, Lee had a hard time buying it. He just wants to make sure you're safe, that's all.

So when you're curled up in bed way past the time you normally get up, that need to hover around you comes back full swing. You were certain there was a knife in your abdomen, and it was slowly but surely cutting its way through your insides. You were flushed hot, but felt annoyingly chilly at the same time. After 20 minutes of wrestling with the blankets you found a position that didn't hurt.

"Babydoll?" You hear Lee's groggy voice laced with concern from behind you. "You feelin' ok?"

"Cramps," is all you could say through the discomfort. Lee clocked the pained whine in your voice and the waves of tension that radiated off of you immediately.

"Period come early, or your tummy?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, ready to get whatever you needed.

"Period," you grumble softly. He grunts in acknowledgement and makes his way towards the medicine cabinet, grabbing the painkillers and a cool washcloth for your forehead, he could feel the heat emanating from you.

"Here you go, honey," he whispers as he hands you the two pills and the glass of water you keep by your bedside. You swallow them down with some effort, the water settling in your stomach makes you nauseated.

"Thanks," you sigh as he sets the half empty cup down and eases the damp washcloth across your heated skin.

"Y'welcome," he whispers and mozies his way downstairs, ready to call Ida at the station to tell her that he won't be in today. He comes back to bed less than 10 minutes later, lightly buttered toast and a small plate of fruit in hand. You sigh when you see the food, knowing that it's a lot easier to just eat the food rather than argue with him about it. Last time you did, he sat there and basically forced the slices if oranges down your throat. Lesson learned.

Once Lee was satisfied with the amount of food you'd eaten, he tucked you back into bed, this time setting a red towel beneath you to catch any excess blood.

"There you go," he presses a kiss to your face and straightens up, "if y'need anythin', you tell me, alright?"

"I will, honey, thank you," you smile up at him softly. While he still was the rough and burly sheriff of Knockemstiff, you couldn't deny the fact that he loved you to pieces. He gave you that boyish smile that he knows you love so much, and went about his way.

Your little nap lasted for about an hour before the cramps came back with a vengeance. The dull ache was now replaced with piercing pains that shot through you. Deep groans pulled their way from your throat as you writhe in your spot, unwanting to move too much.

"What's the matter?" a concerned Lee ask from the door, your pained groans having alerted him. Unable to answer him, he crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, still in his pajama pants and undershirt. "Is it bad? Want more pills?"

"N-Nooo," you whimper with a shake of your head, you knew they'd do nothing to quell the pain in your abdomen.

"What do you need, honey? Tell me," he sighs softly, his face pinched in pain, mirroring your own grimace. Seeing you like this definitely did a number on him. "Hm?"

"Don't know," you mumble, frustrated that you have no clue what could possibly make this better.

"Wanna try something? I heard it's supposed t'help make everything better," he says, a playful yet caring glint in his eye. He can tell he has your attention now, that you're just desperate enough to want relief no matter how you got it. "They say that gettin' off helps relax the muscles that are crampin', helps you relax. Don't that sound nice?"

Lee tucks a strand of your hair behind your head, smiling when you nuzzle into his palm on instinct. He read about it months ago and was just waiting for the opportunity to put it to the test. Now all he has to do is get you to agree, which he knows is going to be a piece of cake. He watches as you chew over his proposition.

"Gettin' off?" You ask softly, looking up at your husband.

"Yes, babydoll," he leans in closer with a soft nod, slowly but surely moving to hover over you, "gettin' you off... makin' you finish."

It's second nature to spread your thighs for Lee, your body welcoming his own as he cages you in underneath him. You could see the predatory gleam in his eye as he watched you, waiting patiently for your answer. You knew that this was partly for his own pleasure, but the saccharine promise of relief from the pain was enough for you.

"Ok," you nod, your arms moving to lazily sling around his broad shoulders. Lee gives you that pleased smirk that sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy, a welcomed contrast to the shooting jabs and dull aches.

"Alright," he purrs, clearly pleased with your answer, and lowers his body down to yours carefully. You whine softly at the pressure, but he's quick to shush you gently. "It's ok, babydoll, it's alright. Jus' let me take care of everythin', and you be a good girl and relax, hm? All you gotta do is feel good."

He whispers his loving promises into your skin as he peppers tender kisses along your jaw, making his way to your lips. You both let out a shared moan of relief when your lips finally slot together. The slow movements of Lee's unfairly large hands pull your mind away from the discomfort you feel, the further south they travel the heavier you breathe.

"L-Lee," you moan into his mouth when he gently cups your sex, his hooded eyes trained on your face as he holds you in his palm, the heat from your core drove him fucking crazy. He groans softly as he begins to pet you, stroking your mound in slow motions, careful not to push too hard. Your eyes stay shut as small little whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips. The feeling of his hand rubbing your sensitive parts has a mixture of arousal and blood gushing out of you, just for Lee to feel.

"That's it, babygirl," he groans, letting his own eyes shut for a moment to just feel the growing wetness of your cunt through your panties. The small sparks of pleasure are soon not enough anymore, and you try to tell him with a gentle nudge of your hips. "Wan' more already?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, ignoring the teasing lilt to his voice. He gives your lips another peck before he's peeling off your panties and discarding them to the floor.

"So wet for me, aren't ya, Sweetheart? Always so wet," he coos as his thick fingers glide easily through your petals. Lee bites his lip when he smells the metalic scent of your blood mixing with the tang of your arousal— he could get used to this.

"Oh my god," you sigh and grip his white undershirt in your fists, your head lolling to the side as he circles your clit in slow, precise movements. You were so fucking sensitive, it was nearly overwhelming. The gentle touches left you burning for more and breathless, then you had Lee above you, watching your every expression with his own hungry gaze, and speaking in that thick drawl— it was dizzying.

"Oh, fuck!" You whimper as a thick finger fills you slowly, your back arches off the bed on instinct. The deep grunt that leaves Lee has you clamping down around his forefinger, his thumb replacing his finger on your clit. Lee was certain he's never been this hard in his life than he is right now, watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's providing. His cock flexes against your inner thigh as he pumps his finger in and out of you at a sluggish pace.

"There you go, baby, there you go," he rasps under his breath, his eyes drinking in every little expression you make. The way your nose scrunches, how your eyebrows furrow together when he touches that special spot inside you, the way your gorgeous lips stay parted to let those beautiful moans flow freely. "So fucking beautiful, y'know that? Make me so crazy for ya, Princess, can't get enough a'you, never get enough."

The stretch of another finger joining his first has your hips trying to rut, chasing the pleasure, but Lee's heavy frame keeps you in your spot. He speeds up ever so slightly, the sound of his fingers sinking into your sopping cunt over and over fill the room.

"Oh fuck, y'hear that? Hear how wet you are?" Lee growls, the slick sounds being his undoing. His fingers speed up, keeping their pressure light as he stretches you out. You gasp and moan as the pleasure builds, the tension growing in your lower tummy draws tighter and tighter with each swipe of his thumb against your clit.

"Lee, m'gonna cum!" You gasp and toss your head back, your legs squirming as he works you closer and closer to your high.

"Yeah? Y'gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Gonna make a fucking mess?" His voice is rough, his own hips beginning to rut, humping himself against your thigh for some relief. The act alone sends you shooting higher ans higher towards your crest. "C'mon, honey, I want you t'come for me."

You didn't stand a chance.

"Lee!" You cry out as you finish, your body thrashing as waves of bliss crash down over you again and again. You can hear Lee's pleased grunts in your ear as you clench down around his fingers, his thumb working you through your high. A rush of wetness seeps from your core, coating Lee's hand and dripping down your skin to the towel. It's not long until you feel his covered cock throbbing wildly against you.

"F-Fuck!" He curses harshly as his own end catches up to him, soaking his boxers and pajama pants. Throaty groans resonate through his chest as he rocks against you to milk his high as long as possible. Heavy breaths replace the moans that filled the shared bedroom. Peeling your eyes open, you gaze up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath.

Lee sighs and pulls himself from the comfort of your shoulder to look down at you with a soft smile. His face flushed pink and sweat beads his forehead from your activities and shared body heat and you can't help but beam up at him with that same lovesick smile you give him.

"How're y'feelin', Princess, any better?" He asks in a breathless voice. You giggle softly and relax your grip on his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles you left.

"I forgot that's what this was for," you admit bashfully, making him chuckle with you.

"Well, good, then I did my job right."

"You always do, Sheriff Bodecker," you coo and give him a kiss, already feeling more like yourself. Lee groans into the kiss at the title.

"You're a little minx," he whispers in between another kiss before propping himself up on his forearm, giving his attention to his fingers still buried in your cunt. "Fuuuuck me," he groans when he sees the mess you made. A thin layer of blood coats your inner thighs and part of his hand, the glisten of your cum recognizable on your lips and his wrist. Slowly, he withdraws from your pussy, watching intensely as his fingers emerge coated in your essence and blood.

The little whimper you give when he leaves you completely empty has his dick stirring in his trousers. Lee sucks in a deep breath as he brings his fingers from between your legs to get a better look.

"Would y'look at that?" He marvels, mostly to himself, as his fingers gleam in the late morning sunshine. Your face heats up at his actions, embarrassment taking hold as he shows you his bloody, cum covered fingers. Lee's eyes are fixed on his digits as he plays with the strings of wetness for a moment before bringing them to his lips. A loud moan vibrates in his chest at your taste, his eyes sliding shut in bliss as he cleans you from his hand. He finally releases them with a pop.

"Fuckin' divine is what you are, Princess. Fuckin' heavenly," he growls, his dick fully hard in his pajama pants as he begins to rut into your thigh again, his eyes dark with hunger again as he quickly unties the drawstring of his pants. "M'gonna fuck ya all fuckin' week, make sure ya don't feel nothin' but pleasure— fuck, m'gonna take care of ya, Princess, I promise."

And he did.

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baby-alien11 · 24 days

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Met Gala (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

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Ever since the invitation for you and Jack to attend the 2024 MET Gala arrived, you and Jack along with both teams of stylist started to work for the looks, managing to pull a replica of a Dior vintage dress and Jack got a custom made suit to match with your dress

"I'm not going to let you go with a boring suit", you said to Jack during the design process of the outfits, "We're going to serve in the Gala"

The months previer to the Gala passed between doing personal projects, fittings of the outfits and tests of hair and make up; and when the time to fly to New York for the even, both of you arrived on saturday night, to be able to watch the Miami GP races on sunday, which ended up in Jack being over the moon to watch a McLaren win, which made you happy because it was one of his favorite teams

The monday of the MET Gala, preparations started early with the styling, and the best thing was that the disagner both of you were using wasn't spoiled online, and you were sure of that thanks to being chronically online

"Almost no one is serving", you commented seeing the first looks arriving

"What's with the beige and black colors?", Jack frowned

"I know, they're not with the dress code"

Having multiple views of all the attendants of the event, the styling continued for almost an hour, in which your hair was the longest to get ready, during which Jack got dressed in his blue with embroidered flowers suit

Once your hair and make up was ready, it was time to put on the dress (which they made floor lenght for the gala), shoes, earrings, bracelet, necklace and took the purse chosen for the look, even putting a bit of pink eyeshaown in your tattoo; before leaving for the event, photos and videos of the looks were taken, individually and in couple, before covering both of your looks with black capes and keep the surprise for the carpet

"I remember when getting ready for the Scream premiere, in that same hotel, you said about feeling like going to the MET", Rachel mentioned on the van on the way to the event, "And now both of you are going, how does it feel?"

"I can't believe Anna Wintour knows who we are", Jack said causing laughs for everyone

"Exactly the same thought", you nodded, "I thought it was going to be a few years before attending, but we are going before turning twenty, this is crazy"

Arriving at the MET, a few more minutes after you were able to go down thanks to the guests arriving, and standing in the line to wait to step into the carpet, but feeling a bit nervous to talk to someone, both of you kept the talking between yourselves, until a voice behind you spoke

"Nice outfits guys"

Hearing that voice, both of you stayed in shock for a few seconds before turning to look at Sir Lewis Hamilton with a black outfit and gold accesories, smiling at both of you

"Thank you", Jack said a bit starstruck

"Is Dior?", Lewis asked

"Yeah, I'm wearing a replica of a 1949 Dior and Jack got a customed suit", you explained, "I'm sorry, we didn't introduce ourselves, I'm Y/N Ulrich"

"Hi, Jack Champion"

"You're the kids Max, Carlos, Lance and Mick talk about", Lewis exclaimed recognising your names, "Nice to finally meet you, also I saw the interview, it was amazing"

"Thank you so much", you smiled, "By the way, amazing outfit"

"Thanks, it's inspired by John Ystumllyn, one of the first black gardeners in England", Lewis explained before opening his coat, "Even I have a poem about him in it"

"This is incredible, all the detail in the look", Jack recognised reading the poem, "By the way, we saw the race yesterday, well, all the weekend, it was incredible"

"It hasn't been a good year for us, but we are pushing the car the best way we can, and thank you for the support, and Max said something about both of you going to Monaco for the race"

"Yeah, he invited us, it was one of the gifts in the box", you nodded

"Well, regardless of both of you being in the Red Bull garage, you are welcome to the Mercedes one, also in the Ferrari one next year"

"It's an honor, thank you", Jack nodded

Soon, the conversation was over as a photographer approached asking for a photo of the three of you, at what all of you possed for it; as the line kept conitnuing and the time to pose in the steps, the three of you continued to talk

When the time to go arrived, Lewis gave both of you a few advices on how to pose and to show the outfits, which both of you made sure to follow, not noticing he was taking photos of both of you with his phone

Walking along the stairs, both of you stopped at the top for a Vogue interview

"Now, we have Y/N Ulrich and Jack Champion, one of the IT couples, guys, I love the outfits, I want to know everything about the looks", the interviewer said

"We are wearing Dior, this is a replica of a 1949 couture dress"

"And this is a costum made Dior suit, it was made so we can match, and stay with the theme"

"Stunning, also this your first MET Gala, how does it feel?"

"Surreal", you smiled, "It's like another world"

"Guys, I know you are the Ghostface princess and prince, but today, you are the floral royalty"

"Thank you", both of you smiled blushing a bit

A little after, both of you continue the way to the building, greeting Anna Wintour who was at the steps greeting all the guests, before entering to see the exhibition and meeting more people (which included you and Rachel Zegler finally meeting in person), and then going to the salon where the dinner and show would be held, finishing the first MET Gala for both of you (and fortunately more to come)

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ SEX ON THE BEACH - BOSS SATORU GOJO

℘ flora's notes : i got lots of "more gojo" in my form so here u go 👀

℘ infos : female reader, uh not full on nsfw but it does get pretty heated in there , it's my first time writing something so explicit, I don't want to read it again or I'll probs run away from here. I'm posting it and going to sleep let's see if you guys will like it💀💀

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed ! I really need feedback on this, it's a first haha

being satoru gojo's assistant was not the easiest job. he was very... energetic and was more exhausting than the paperwork. you had to deal with his random outbursts of emotions and his unstoppable God complex for 10 long hours from Monday to Friday. as annoying as he could be, gojo was fond of you. let's say he was not exactly discreet about it. AND HE ALWAYS SAID IT WITH A SMIRK. it's almost like he doesn't smile, he just smirks.

"ooouh nice skirt y/n, leaves little to the imagination... if you see what i mean", "love the way you did your hair today, really frames your face, really pretty yeah". he was also kind of touchy, but he knew his limits and never crossed them. he held your waist when he passed by you, made your feet touch in meetings, winked at you every now and then. you could not deny that your boss was very, very sexy. you knew it was wrong, but it was exciting to have a crush on your boss. and honestly, who could blame you ?

gojo made you go through hell today - not willingly - his all over the place personality aside, he was quite a nice employer. he even brought you your favorite drink every morning, but that was just his way of flirting with you. you left work at 8PM and you were exhausted. you could barely write, your hand was numb because of all the paperwork. your best friend decided that you two should go out to the bar next to your office, you were meeting her there.

you sat on the stool next to her, immediately exhaling, letting your stress out. you ordered a sex on the beach, then a second, a third and you eventually lost count. the first drink hit you pretty hard, it felt like you were floating on a cloud and you just had to drink the other cocktails to enhance that feeling. your best friend was pretty drunk too and left to the bathroom. you were resting your head in your hand, trying to keep composure as a person seated next to you.

"we could have sex on the beach, you know ?" the voice said, you could hear the smirk, your boss' smirk, but your brain was too slow to register that...

"at this point I really don't care who and where I fuck so please do... MR GOJO OH MY GOD !" you dramatically gasped. "THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING I DRANK SO MANY STUFF- SHIT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT. I'M SORRY WORDS KEEP FLOWING OUT OF MY MOUTH, I'LL BE THERE ON TIME TOMORROW I PROMISE I-"

"chill, love. I'm not gonna fire you damn, everyone can get a drink. I mean... several drinks, based on your state. And I can't blame you for wanting to have sex with me, you're not exactly the only one."

"I'm so sorry this is so unprofessional of me, mr gojo i-" you started, panicking.

"call me satoru." he said sternly.

"i- i can't call you by your first name, you're my boss ?" you questioned

" i won't be "just your boss" for long princess. now come on, I'll bring you home you're wasted." he picked you up bridal style, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

"wait the bill... my friend..." you said drowsily

"ah yeah, we are not robbing the bar from 7 sex on the beaches now are we ? here you go sir, keep the change." he gives the bartender a 100 dollar bill before taking you into his car. he buckled you in and grabbed a plastic bag... just in case.

after what seemed like a good 20 minutes ride, the car came to a stop. "is your head okay, pretty girl ?" he asked putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"i thought I'd be pretty hammered, but the alcohol just gives me enough confidence to do this." you grabbed his collar and pulled his lips against yours. he put his hand behind your head, pulling you closer and put his tongue against your mouth. you opened it and ensued a heated make out session.

gojo was one hell of a good kisser. everytime your lips touched, each one of your cell was tingling. you two touching made electricity flow through both of your bodies. you could smell his shampoo as you ferociously gripped his hair, in an attempt to stay as close as possible.

"i'll take the couch y/n, sleep in the bed."

you were too tired to argue and you just let him tuck you in his bed. he closed the door behind him and you buried your head into the pillow. everything smelled like his intoxicating self. you tried to fall asleep, in vain. you had to feel him again, you had to.

unable to let go off his pillow, you brought it downstairs with you. gojo was not sleeping yet, he was lying sideways on the couch, watching TV. you barely acknowledged the screen as your eyes met. he patted the free space in front of him and signaled for you to lay down beside him. the alcohol has worn off by now and your shy self was mortified. hesitantly, you sat, straight as a stick. you were shaking, not knowing what to do. your boss was charismatic and intimidating, you didn't want to cross a line.

your stiffness caused him to chuckle. he gently pushed on your arm to force you to lay down on the pillow he was planning to sleep on, big enough to fit both of your heads. he put a blanket over the two of you and rubbed your legs so you would extend them. you were now fully spooning with your boss, he was softly circling his fingers up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you to sleep.

only, being so close to your hot boss caused a throbbing down there.

"...gojo" you moaned accidentally, causing him to raise his head above yours.

"satoru. if you're gonna moan my name, moan it correctly." his stern tone did not help your wetness.

"satoru please... i- i need you..." you desperately admitted, almost shaking from the unbearable friction. you moved his hand down to where you needed him the most.

"i mean... you do owe me a sex on the beach, love." he smirked and got on top of you.

you were in fact, not on time the next day and neither was he-

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nsfw: Ambiramus by @estiebestieban | E | 91.5k (wip)

AU, historical fantasy setting. Omega Esteban's father has sent him off to be married to an alpha he has never met (Max Verstappen). His escort on the long journey is an alpha named Fernando Alonso. What I liked about it: This fic hits a lot of my favourite romance tropes including bodyguard trope, and it also really interrogates the social position of omegas, especially high society ones like Esteban and the stifling constraints on their freedom, including reproductive freedom. The supporting cast of other drivers is fantastic, including secondary pairings Yuki/Pierre and Valtteri/Guanyu (that last pairing has turned out to be a runaway favourite among fans of the fic.

The liquid inside these is coloured green. Green, like the shade of moss in autumn. It does not bubble when Yuki shakes them, but the light hitting them through the cracks of the carriage makes it seem as if the potion inside is crafted from jewels themselves. “What purpose have these?” Esteban asks, and he takes them from Yuki’s hands with a soft smile. Yuki once more stares out of the window, as if he is done with the conversation, as if he has no more words to speak between the pair of them. “They are made for Omegas to take, especially Omegas such as yourself. A sip before you lay with any Alpha, just a sip, do not be greedy, and you will not fall pregnant with his pup.” Yuki said. There’s a smile which seems to tug on the corners of Yuki's mouth, even when his eyes are still fixated on the world passing them by. “What you would ask for is strength, but you do not need such a thing, for you have that enough. What you need is the ability to control your own faith. Even the most powerful witch cannot re-write the stars, but this should suffice for you.” Esteban is silent. Stunned as he looks at the vials in his hands one final time before he tucks them away in the satchel he had borrowed from Fernando. “Thank you.” he whispers finally, taking no note of the breaking of his own voice. Yuki shrugs, a mischievous smile now blooming on his features. “It was what you needed, and that is exactly what I provided.”

thank you to @lydia-petze and @frickinsweet for compiling this week's list 🤍

#driver:charles #driver:max #driver:george #driver:oscar #driver:logan #driver:esteban #driver:fernando #pairing:charles/george/max #pairing:charles/max #pairing:logan/oscar #pairing:esteban/fernando #'megaverse monday #trope:a/b/o

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Seb, I've got a dentist's appointment on Monday, and I just feel so anxious about it because I hate going😭 they always end up being so frustrated with me because I get so anxious and involuntarily make their job harder. I'm just imagining if this was a universe with Jake in it, he'd come with me in full uniform and ready to rip the dentist a new one if they start getting frustrated with me. And then afterwards he would take me home and just cuddle and comfort me for the rest of the day

hey my dear anon!! <33

bless you, i’m so sorry to hear you’ve got the dentist and you’re feeling so anxious about it. i completely understand as i’m the exact same!! i fucking hate it and i don’t wanna make it difficult for anyone 🥺

hehe but i love the idea of jake coming in full uniform and basically pulling rank just so they don’t give you any shit or sly remarks. jake would be more than happy to stand up for you and be that buffer. he would hate to see you getting upset over any comments they made and he would be spoiling you with praise for the rest of the day too.

i hope it all goes okay my dear anon, i’ll be thinking of you and please know you can always come to me for any sort of comfort!! i’m sending you so much love. mwah mwah mwah!! 💌💖🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #💐 these are for you!!

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the-firebird69 · 10 months

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So John remillard can't figure it out and he's Trump and bja is a huge steaming a****** who was sent up by him and is firing back and Tommy f and Trump and he doesn't know what Mac did or probably not he says he does he's trying to hit him but it's not doing anything sort of understand something he knows what he did he says and he said all this up and having a great time at it but this guy Trump is a huge prick and won't leave me alone so yeah I'm having you do all this and I think I'm going to be able to kidnap you by your obvious just staying attitude towards me in the mall

Bja

Haha

Zues

He says oh look at the child in the mall is going to kidnap me cuz he looked at me and you're ridiculous it makes people mad you're so stupid it's terrible you're just as retarded as you always tell her looking at people thinking dumb things because you're looking at them or saying words out of your mouth it's an amazing thing to you still I heard it that UMass I could not believe it I was hearing you're staring at him thinking all sorts of dumb s*** it's not happening it's just you staring and he says I'm imagining and he's imagining it now and so what there's really not much reason for that to happen it's just that you're near greatness and you can't stand it and it's true too you're such a nobody

Hera

I have to get out of here no I'm going after this prick next door Trump so tired of hearing about him and what he's saying is true all these people are suing on Monday and it's ridiculous there's so many people who hate him and want to meet him out there's almost no way to say it. Sure there is if you count up the lawsuits that people are preparing right now and have prepared it's about $459 lawsuits they're going in Monday in Charlotte county against John remillard and his second character and 300 are going against Trump and his other characters each have about 20 if you add them up there's only 5,000 losses and he doesn't think it's enough to do anything but we can hear people thinking about it and they're going to file lawsuits all over the world against him and his people and he has to show up and if he doesn't list all the places he has to be and if he's not there they'll each issue warrants and they're all going to come get him and we'll see it's not his people and he's not aware of that we anticipate by the beginning of the day tomorrow 2 million lawsuits against Donald Trump and another 5 million against his actual family not the ones who are forced to pose as his family and we're going to be part of that 2 million lawsuits and a friend here too he's got about 50 lawsuits against you and you don't think he's suing you at all because you're stupid he's got a lawyer that kicks ass you can't even touch him and you don't even know he's there and he's following you around and he's dropping you like a sack of potatoes whenever you comment about their son and or daughter and I've never seen so and so aggressive in my life and he says yes you have he's on a movie and he says that he can say it and his name is The Violator. And this is what's happening it's frightful but you guys keep on going and going and bja you're a fool but you announced your presence and everybody is going to sue you too for your maneuver that you're planning him for cuz you couldn't figure it out

Mac

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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I wonder who will be my first kiss...

Will it be Boruto?

Hey! Stop! Stop! Stop! I shake my head. Oh my gosh! I am ridiculous for imagining such a thing! I shouldn't be thinking about it!

Ugh!

"You okay, Sarada?"

"H-Huh? Y-Yeah! He-He-He!" I respond.

"Um." She is not convinced I know but good thing she did not insist. I am kind of relieved.

"This is the best day, Sarada!" Cho-Cho utters enthusiastically.

"Yeah. I am looking forward to new movies of Mr. Martin," I answer back.

"Well, see you on Monday," she says goodbye to me and we separate ways.

"First kiss..."

"Results are out!"

I hear one of my classmate's shout and everyone runs to the bulletin board to see the results of the Preliminary Examination. I go to see it too.

"I hope I did not screw it up," I keep my fingers crossed.

"Sarada! Come over here!" Cho-Cho yells at me.

I walk in her direction. I try to pass through the heavy crowd. Yeah, everyone's very excited.

"Congratulations! You're still tied up with Boruto on the top spot," she happily informs me.

"Yeah, thank goodness!" I feel relieved. I saw Boruto smiling while talking to Yodo and Tsubaki. I bet they are congratulating him.

"I made it on the top ten!" Cho-Cho screams.

"Congratulations, Cho-Cho!" I tell her with a smile on my lips.

"It's a celebration!" she yells and everyone agrees.

"Congratulations, Sarada!" Denki congratulates me.

"Thank you, congratulations for being on the top two, Denki," I see him flush and nod at me.

"Hey, Sarada. Look at this," she tells me and points her finger at the bottom of the list.

"It's Kawaki at the bottom," she continues.

He failed most of the tests. Well, it's karma. That jerk never apologizes for his mistakes.

"I wonder what happened to him," Cho-Cho utters.

"It's none of our business," I say though I feel bad for him.

Some are congratulating one another and some are sympathizing with others.

"Look at him, he is all alone," Cho-Cho comments. I just watch him walk away.

"I regret to tell you that some of you did not pass the preliminary examinations and still need improvements," our adviser reveals.

"Kawaki, I don't know what's the matter. You failed most of the tests and in fact, you only passed two subjects out of ten," she continues.

I look at the jerk and he seems not interested in listening. How rude.

"Now, I have decided to assign someone to help you out with your failing grades."

Oh? Like a personal tutor, huh? He has got special treatments.

"I am willing to help Kawaki out," Yodo volunteers. The whole class says, "What?" to her.

"Hey, what?" she frowns.

"I'm sorry Yodo but I have already picked someone to do the job," our adviser tells her.

"And who's that?" she smirks.

"Of course, the top student of this class," she reveals.

That means it's either Boruto or...

Me?

I noticed that Boruto was surprised too.

"I actually picked Sarada to help him out."

What?

"Me?" I point to myself.

What the hell me?

No way!

7Chapter 11

"Me?" I point to myself still can't believe what our adviser said just now.

Everyone looks at me with a confused face. They all are twitching their brows. I too am surprised and confused about what's going on.

"Yes," she confirms.

No way! What kind of hell I have come to?

"W-Why me though?" I ask. I don't know if it's proper to question our adviser for her decisions.

"Well, you are the top student in the whole Senior High School department and besides, Boruto's going to help out some students in Room 12-D," she explains.

"I see," I mutter.

How lucky the 12-D students are.

Everyone starts to make indistinct chats. The buzz in my ears.

"Is there any problem, Sarada?" she asks me.

"Ah. Um... No-no," I utter. She looks confused.

"I'm fine. I don't need help from a dork."

The jerk says and coldly looks at me and our eyes meet. He is annoying, damn annoying.

"Kawaki, that's rude. I am trying to pick the best person to help you with your failing grades," she berates him.

"I can handle it," he keeps insisting.

"No, that's an order from me. Whether you like it or not, Sarada will accompany you and help you with our lessons," she commands.

"Tch," he murmurs.

"Otherwise, you want to get to a new school," she adds. The jerk has become more annoyed.

"Any objections from you two?" she asks us switching her stares from me to the jerk.

"No," we say in unison. We have no choice I guess.

"Well, the tutorial will not start today but a week before the mid-term exams," she states.

"Phew," I sigh.

"If the time comes, it's up to you where or when you are going to conduct the tutorial. You two must talk about it and must have uniform decisions," she reminds.

"And take note, no fighting. Sarada, I am expecting results from you," she looks at me with high expectations. Now, I can feel the pressure on my shoulders.

I don't know if we will work out together. I think we won't and I hope we will.

"We have a new activity as part of your next lesson in literature and you will be going to perform it next week," she says and everyone pays attention.

"I wonder what is that," Cho-Cho whispers beside me.

I shrug and focus my eyes on the front.

"You will be doing a play which entitles, Snow White and the Seven dwarfs," she exposes.

"Huh?!" I can hear my classmates say simultaneously. Not interested.

"Hey, what is that nonchalant expression on your face?" she frowns.

"A play?" I utter joyously and they all look at me.

"W-What?!" I snap.

"You sure are weird. I never heard such an enthusiastic voice in the class after hearing this lame play announcement," Tsubaki comments while gazing at me.

What's wrong with the play though? It's very cool.

"Tsubaki, the play is not to be criticized by you. It is an activity you need to perform. It's in the curriculum," our adviser scolds her.

"Whatever," she rolls her eyes.

What a brat!

A glance at Boruto and he looks neutral about it. Some look fine and some look disinterested.

Then I come to glance at the jerk and he is flipping on the pages of the book and just like the others, he is not interested as well. Well, who cares about him?

"Class, be quiet, please. I am not done yet," and everyone goes silent.

"We will have an audition for the lead roles which are Snow White and the Prince this afternoon. After the audition for the lead roles we will have a selection of the seven dwarfs and the antagonist," she continues.

"I will play the role of Snow White," I hear Yodo whisper. I secretly glanced at her and she is actually talking to Tsubaki who has lost interest in everything and constantly gapes.

"I wonder if she will be chosen," Cho-Cho remarks.

"Don't underestimate her, Cho-Cho," I tell her.

"To encourage you more, those who will be chosen as Snow White and the Prince will have a chance to be part of the Drama Club instantly without undergoing audition from the council," she adds.

I think my ears tingle upon hearing the details. I let out an abrupt smile. I didn't expect it to slip off from my mouth.

"Okay, that's all for today. I am expecting you to come to the auditions this afternoon," she says and packs up her things, and leaves the classroom immediately.

Indistinct chatters take place straight off.

"Sarada, my stomach aches already," she says while gently rubs her tummy. She meant she is hungry.

I give her a wry smile. So, we go to the canteen. She orders a burger, fries, and drinks and I only have a burger and a drink.

"I know you're going to the auditions later so I won't bother to ask," she says. I laugh at her statement. Cho-Cho already knew what's on my mind.

"I am more encouraged when it's actually my ticket to the Drama Club," I say while smiling.

She takes a bite from her burger, munches it, and swallowed it up before speaking.

"You'll go for the role of Snow White?" she furrows.

"Of course, being one of the dwarfs won't suit me I guess," I narrow my eyes looking at her.

"Being the witch will work on you too," she remarks. I don't know if she is being sarcastic or what.

"Cho-Cho...?!" I almost scold her.

"Just saying, you know. I'll just cheer you up then," she says then winks to me.

I grab from her fries before speaking.

"Do you think I will make it?" I ask almost whispering.

"Sarada, the genius will not make it into the auditions? I doubt it," she says then munches on her burger.

My best friend doesn't fail me. She's the best girl ever.

"Besides, your dream is to be an actress, right?" she says and looks at me.

"Yeah," I nod as a sign of my confirmation.

"This will be the first step and a preparation for that dream," she says and smiles.

"I think you're right. So I better give the best I can here," I say optimistically.

"Um..." she hums.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. She looks like something is bothering her.

"I'm happy that you already know what you want in the future and I am here still don't know what to do with my life after Senior High School," she says and shrugs.

"It's fine. You still have plenty of time to think about it and I believe there is no rushing in choosing the path you want to take in the future," I tell her.

"I think you're right," she says and sighs.

"By the way, are you sure you want to help Kawaki out?" she adds.

"I have no choice," I am helpless.

"Well, you can tell our adviser if you don't want it as soon as possible, or else it will cause you trouble," she suggests.

"I think I can handle it. I don't want to disappoint our adviser. She has set her expectations on me already and it's not good if she knows that we are not on good terms," I explain.

"Okay. I am just worried you will get in trouble dealing with him," she is concerned about me and it is so sweet of her.

"I know he hates me and I do too but I need to do this to stop the worst-case scenario that is threatening me already," I tell her. She nods as if to say she understands it and she gets back to her snack.

"Do you think Boruto will audition for the role of the Prince?"

I almost puke at her question. I think my face turns red after hearing his name.

"I hope so," I mutter I know my cheeks flush.

"I wonder if he will audition too," she murmurs.

"Who are you referring to?" I ask. I am confused.

"H-Huh?!" she stutters. I think she's hiding something from me.

"So, you have heard that?" she startles.

"Yes," I straightforwardly tell her.

"O-Oh, um..." she mutter.

"Are you hiding something from me?" I ask. I can't help it.

"Well, no," she answers.

"Then tell me what's on your mind right now," I demand.

"I am just wondering if you have finished your love letter for Boruto," she states.

"Why would you bring that just now?" I snap. Why would she change the subject from her to me now?

"I am thinking of writing one too," she reveals.

"Heh?! For whom is that?" I ask in shock.

"Um..." she murmurs.

"Hey, Cho-Cho tell me," I say and she waves to me telling me to get my ear near her lips.

So, I lean over to hear what she's going to whisper in my ear and she confesses something that makes me (OoO) that's my reaction.

"Don't tell anyone, okay? It's a secret," she says gesturing to me to keep quiet. I nod but I still cannot believe it.

Okay, I won't tell you because she said it's a secret. You'll know soon and that's for sure though.

"When that happened?" I ask and she whispers in my ear again.

"Oh my..." I utter in disbelief.

"I think I like him," she says while her cheeks blush.

"Now we're even," I chuckle.

"We are exchanging messages after class or in the night before I go to bed that's my daily routine now and it's damn addictive," she says.

"Hm. You are exchanging messages yet you want to give him a letter why would not you tell him on the phone then?" I suggest.

"Idiot, you really are unromantic," she tells me while poking my forehead. She then grabs her phone from her pocket and starts playing with the key chains hanging from it.

"Well, that's more convenient than wasting time writing on a paper though," I tell her.

"You are smart and dense and dumb," she says.

"Hey, that's harsh you know?" I pout in front of her.

"Giving someone you like a letter feels more romantic and special than sending them text messages. You can feel the sincerity of the sender and the feelings he put through composing words and sentences to get to your heart," she explains.

I don't have any idea about what she is saying. I have not received letters from anyone my entire life nor have I given someone a letter and this is why I struggle to write Boruto one.

"I don't understand completely but I have picked up some points," I reply.

"You really are an idiot when it comes to stuff like this," she says while shaking her head.

"Well, I think we need to give our all to make the best love letters for someone we like," I tell her.

"Yeah," she nods and we laugh together.

"But for now, you need to prepare for the auditions or Yodo will take the spot," she reminds me.

"You're right."

"Alright, thank you Yodo," the drama club adviser says and Yodo goes down with a smile on her face. I think she's really confident that she'll be going to play the role of Snow White. Well, she is good but I should not lose to her.

"Up next is Sarada," she calls out to me.

I immediately stand when I was called out by the adviser and leaves to the stage.

"Good luck, Sarada," Cho-Cho cheers for me before I completely leave her side.

I nod as a response to her. I take a deep sigh before coming up to the stage.

"Are you ready now?" the adviser asks and I nod. I still have cold feet and when I look at the crowd my knight in shining armor appears, it's Boruto who just arrived and sits down on the vacant seat.

My heart beats fast. I don't know if I am still auditioning for the role of Snow White or I am competing in the triathlon. I really feel weird every time he is around or near me.

I sigh before responding to the adviser.

"Yes!"

"Go Sarada!" I hear Cho-Cho cheers for me.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop!" I say when the birds attack the old woman. She is carrying a basket full of apples. She stops at the house. Maybe needs help.

"Thank you so much, young lady," she says.

"Where have you been?" I ask her.

"I came from the forest and got some magical apples," she responds.

"Magical apples?" I repeat. She nods.

"These apples can grant your wishes," she explains.

"Really? How is that possible?" I ask while my eyes are wide open.

"Eat this apple and you can wish after," she says.

"Wow," I utter in amazement.

"Here. This is to repay your kindness," she says while offering an apple to me.

I accept it and look closely at it. It looks so beautiful that I want to taste it.

"Have a bite and all your wishes will come true," she tells me. I am bewitched by its beauty and I can't help myself and get a bite. Suddenly, I feel dizzy and everything turns black and...

"Okay, cut!"

The adviser says and I bow my head.

"Good job, Sarada. Thank you. Next is Namida," she says and I leave the stage straightway. I run in Cho-Cho's direction.

"That was excellent, Sarada!" she remarks and hugs me.

"Thank you," I say with a smile on my lips.

"That was great, Sarada."

My heart races again after hearing a very familiar voice. I turn to face him.

"T-Thank you, Boruto," I stutter and I think my face flush.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"H-Huh?! Yes! Are you going to audition too?" I change the subject.

"Yeah," his brief reply.

"For the role of Prince?" I can't help myself but ask.

"Yes. Well, I want to give it a shot," he smiles.

Cho-Cho nudges me on my side. I swallowed all the fluids in my mouth before speaking to him again.

"I see. Good luck," I say. I am nervous.

"Thank you," he says and waves goodbye to us.

"I know you are crossing your fingers right now," Cho-Cho says.

"That's not true," I refuse.

"Hmm..." she hums suspiciously.

If I'll be chosen as Snow White then I want Boruto to be the Prince.

"Good morning class," our adviser greets us upon entering the classroom.

"Good morning," we greet back.

She raises a piece of paper.

What's that?

"Here are the results of the auditions," she reveals.

And the whole class respond with "Wow!" simultaneously.

"Now, let's see who's Snow White," Cho-Cho says.

"I want to reveal the seven dwarfs first," she starts.

"Grumpy is Iwabe," she starts with Grumpy.

"What? I should be the Prince!" Iwabe complains.

"Shut up Iwabe! You are not suited to be my Prince," Yodo says then flips her hair.

The jerk would be the best suit for Grumpy though.

"Silence please!" she needs to remind them.

"Sleepy is Shikadai."

Very well, Shikadai usually sleeps during class.

"Doc is Inojin."

"Happy is Denki."

"Bashful is Lee."

"Dopey is Dae."

"And Sneezy is Don."

No way! They are crazy dwarfs.

"It's time for the cruel Queen," she reveals.

"Who will it be?" I utter.

"The cruel Queen is Yodo," she says.

"What?!" Yodo exclaims.

"I am Snow White in this play and not the ugly Queen," she refuses. Iwabe and the rest laugh at her.

"Shut up you jerks!" she yells.

"Keep quiet please!" our adviser slams the table and everyone silences.

"This selection is based on the Drama Club's criteria so there's nothing you can do," she says and everyone calms down. Yodo is still pouting and hasn't accepted the results.

"If you don't like the selection then you can complain to the Drama Club or fail this subject," she adds and no one ever speaks.

"Let's continue," she says again.

"As for Snow White..."

I feel nervous again. Tsubaki, Namida, and Wasabi are not mentioned yet maybe—

"Snow White is Sarada," she cuts me midway.

I bite my lower lip after hearing my name. Cho-Cho hugs me uttering indistinct words. And indistinct chatter takes over the classroom. My mind is nailed on the announcement that I am playing the role of Snow White.

"And the Prince is..."

I am back to my senses after hearing the word Prince. I have heard Mitsuki auditioned for the role too.

Who will it be?

"The role of the Prince will be played by..."

My heart starts to race again. Cold sweats drop from my forehead.

Who will it be?

"The Prince is Boruto," she continues.

Oh my...

Does anyone want to slap me? I think I'm dreaming.

"Sarada..." Cho-Cho shakes me. I look at her and give her a (*o*) face.

"I can't believe what I have heard," I utter.

"No way!" Yodo says all so mad.

"Namida is the narrator," our adviser adds.

"Wasabi is the scriptwriter and Tsubaki is the floor director," she continues to enumerate everyone's roles.

"The rest of the class are the facilitators."

Indistinct chatter starts to echo inside the classroom.

"Aye! It's Boruto and Sarada," Cho-Cho giggles.

I think my cheeks flush again. I secretly glanced at Boruto. He is smiling while talking to Mitsuki.

"Boruto is my Prince..." I thought.

"The practice will start this afternoon, same time and place, and everyone must be there, understood?" she demands.

"Yes!" we respond in chorus.

"Okay, let's start our lesson today," she continues and everyone flips on the pages of the book to where we stopped yesterday.

After an hour, the bell rings and it's break time. Cho-Cho and I go to the canteen to get something to eat.

We settle after the serving of our snacks. We sat facing each other. After a few seconds, her mobile phone beeps. She immediately grabs it from her pocket and taps on its screen.

She started tapping continuously on the screen like she is typing a long message.

"Was that him?" I ask. My curiosity again. She did not respond. I pout at her while she is busy typing a message for him.

I confirmed that it is him when she is unconsciously smiling like an idiot. I am not jealous or something, okay?

"Cho-Cho, let's eat," I tell her.

"Okay," she replies then puts her phone on the table.

I start munching on my sandwich and sip on my soda after. She does the same thing.

Another beep from her phone and she suddenly gets fluster. She checks who texted her and she again is smiling like an idiot.

I think I'll be watching her smiling stupidly like that until the break is over. I exasperatedly look at her while I am sipping on my soda. She seems not to notice my presence.

"I'll go ahead, Cho-Cho. I'm done with my snack," I say and stand up from my seat.

"Hey, wait!" she tries to stop me.

I look at her while still pouting.

"I haven't finished my snack yet," she states.

"Of course, you could not finish it because you're busy chatting with a friend," I say and I turn my back at her.

"Hey, Sarada wait up. I'm sorry okay?" she says and I think she follows me.

"Is everyone here?" our adviser asks when the time for the practice comes.

"Yes!"

"Namida and Wasabi, come over here for a minute," she calls out to them while we are patiently waiting for our roles to be executed.

She seems to instruct them about what to do.

"Facilitators, come over," she adds and a group of five people walk in her direction and take note that includes the jerk.

As what she did to Namida and Wasabi, she seems to instruct the five too.

"Alright then, before we start, can we clean this place first? It's a little messy and dusty in here. The room has not been used for a while," she says gesturing to the floor.

"Okay!" we say at the same time.

We started from sweeping the floor to wiping the dusty windows. We put the tables and chairs on the side so we can occupy the rest of the room.

As soon as we finished, our adviser calls out to us, actors. She is with Namida and Wasabi.

"Wasabi has finished the script and Namida is ready for the narrative," she informs us.

We nod as a response to her.

"Tsubaki and Kawaki, come here," she calls out to them. I can see how dull his expression is. Not interested at all.

"I have witnessed Tsubaki's skills in the directory and she was the assistant director of the Beauty and the Beast play during the Winter Festival last year and it was a success. And for Kawaki, I assigned him to assist Tsubaki in this play," she explains.

Tsubaki was the one who had lost interest in the play and even criticized it yet she is the floor director?

Maybe she doesn't like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs or she's too annoyed with the plays already? Well, I have guessed. I don't know the reason at all.

"What?" the jerk snaps.

"Is there any problem?" she asks him.

"I don't have any idea about the play and it's not my subject of interest at all," he explains.

"It's okay Kawaki. You'll just assist Tsubaki in the flow of the play. All you need to do is follow what she has to say," she tells him about his role.

"Like her watchdog?" the jerk sarcastically says.

"Kawaki! That's not what I meant," she almost scolds him.

"Whatever," he says and turns on his side.

Our adviser sighs and shakes her head.

"Here are the scripts," Wasabi says and hands over the script to all the casts of the play.

"You read them first and see how you put the words into action," Namida says while smiling.

I smile at Wasabi after I received the script from her. I flip on the pages, it's actually a ten pages script.

"Memorize your lines, okay?" Wasabi reminds us.

"What we are going to do this afternoon is to familiarize ourselves with your roles and to scrutinize the script," our adviser says.

"Okay," we respond.

"Alright, let's start," she adds and we settle at the center of the room. We form a circle sitting beside each other and our adviser is standing in front of us.

We discuss each role first then the flow of the plot. Tsubaki explains what we should do and who will appear first, what will be the first scene, and what will be the last.

"Tsubaki is awesome!" Cho-Cho comments.

"Yeah, being the director of this play suits her best," I agree with her comment.

"Are you ready?" she asks me.

"Um... not yet. I have to memorize my lines and prepare my acting tonight," I answer.

Cho-Cho is one of the facilitators. She did not audition for any of the roles though. She said, she just wanted to eat and I laughed at her.

"Okay, that is all for today and we will start our practice after class tomorrow at 4 o'clock sharp right here, don't be late," our adviser announces.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Hey, you keep staring at your phone since then," I tell Cho-Cho. She keeps staring at it like she is waiting for a call or a text message. We are heading home at the moment.

"Hmm... I am just wondering why he hasn't texted me yet. It feels weird," she replies.

"Maybe something came up like his phone has shut down, or it's in a silent mode or—"

"Okay, stop! I don't want to overthink," she cuts me off from speaking.

"You are sure addicted to his messages. What does he send you by the way?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Hmm. He is making poems and he sends them to me," she responds.

"Huh? I didn't know he is kind of poetic. What I know about him is he is a quiet type," I remark.

"Well, he told me he wants to be a poet in the future," she reveals.

"Really?" I ask in amazement.

"Yes," she confirms.

"Oh cool, I think he likes literature so much," I guess.

"He does and I like his poems," she responds.

"You seem to know a lot about him already," I tease her.

"Not really. It's just that we sometimes talk about personal things like our dreams, hobbies, and many more," she states.

"Now, I am really jealous of you," I say.

"You should not. Nothing is going on between us," she says and her eyes gloom.

"What do you mean?" I ask because I am a little worried about her sudden change of expression.

"He said that he wanted to focus on his studies first so he could achieve his dreams in the future and that only means I will keep my feelings for him until then," she says and tears are in the corners of her eyes.

"So what about the letter?" I ask.

"I decided to still write him one but I will keep it until the time comes," she says.

I never thought Cho-Cho would be this madly in love with him. What if Boruto is like him too?

"Don't tell me you'll wait until eternity?" I ask.

"Stupid! Of course not! I will give him the letter when I am ready then it's up to him if he will accept it or reject me," she says and smiles bitterly.

She is so brave. Cho-Cho has always been so strong. If I were in her place, I would have been on my knees crying.

"Are you okay with that?" I ask.

"And why not? We will not know until we try, right? And besides, it's an advantage for me so I can move on with my life, forget about my feelings for him, and maybe it will come back one day and we can be together in the end. How is that?" she confidently says.

"That's too painful to bear," I utter.

"Yes it is, but we should not give up on them or there must be one person who is meant to be with us in the end and not with the people we like now. We never know what will happen tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, next week, and in the coming months and years. Let's just wait and see," she says a lot that I could say that she is a different person now and not my best friend that I used to know.

"You're too deep but..."

"All you have said were right. Boruto might not be the one for me in the end but I cannot regret not telling him about what I feel for him," I say.

"That's right. Therefore, we still need to write down our feelings on a piece of paper and send it to them," she says and winks.

"Getting along with him makes you realize a lot of things, Cho-Cho," I tell her.

"I can tell that he is mature enough to understand the things around him. He thinks like a real man now. From what I have read from a book, 'get a man who has dreams for his life is in the right path," she says. Well, that's kind of true.

'A man with dreams, huh?' I repeat in my mind.

I wanted to know what is Boruto's dream.

"Alright, cut!" Tsubaki says and we stop doing what she told us to do for the scene.

"Is it okay?" I ask her.

"Good job there, Sarada," she says.

We are in the part where Snow White enjoys cooking the food of the seven dwarfs when she found their cute house and the little men were out for the mine.

"Thank you," I tell her.

"Okay, let's have a break first. The next scene will be the seven dwarfs find out that Snow White is in their house," she says and she turns to face Kawaki and talks to him. The jerk is not paying attention at all.

"You did a great job there, Sarada," Cho-Cho makes me lose sight of the jerk.

"Thank you," I respond. She shows me a paper and she opens it, it has snacks inside.

"Shall we?" she says while rolling her eyes. I laugh at her and we settle on the vacant seats and enjoy our snack. Everyone's having their snacks too while memorizing their lines.

After the twenty minutes break, we get back to work again.

"The last scene before the ending is the Prince kisses Snow White and breaks the spell," Tsubaki says.

"H-Huh?" I utter.

Boruto will kiss me in this scene? Well, we are not going to kiss each other, for real. Kissing is prohibited though.

But I don't know if I can withstand him being so close to me especially since his face will be so close to me during the kissing scene.

"Are okay, Sarada?" Tsubaki asks in confusion. I glance at Boruto and he has the same expression as Tsubaki.

"Y-Yeah," I stutter.

What the hell were you thinking, Sarada? I am pathetic (T-T)

"Okay, shall we start?" Tsubaki asks and we both nod. I am very nervous, to be honest.

It is Boruto for cat's sake!

I lay on the bed provided for the scene. Then Boruto enters the picture.

"Oh, my beautiful Princess. It is so sad to see you sleeping on this bed for years and not hearing your beautiful voice like the singing birds in the forest..." he starts with his line. He is kneeling in front of me.

I can feel my whole body trembles as he is moving closer to me.

"It came to my knowledge that the true love's first kiss will break the spell cast to you by the cruel Queen," he continues.

He leans over to me, a few inches away from my face. I think my cheeks turn red.

"Now, I will end the Queen's truculence and free you from the spell," he says and his face moves closer to me, approximately an inches away.

It's the kissing scene!

I think my heart will break out from my chest. It is beating so fast and I bet Boruto can hear it.

Calm down, Sarada.

Tsubaki, cut this scene off already or I will die at any moment...

"Cut!" Tsubaki shouts and I feel relieved.

Boruto's face slowly moves away from me. I can hear the claps and yells from the crowd.

"You did a great job there, Boruto, Sarada," Tsubaki says and everyone applauds. I stand next to Boruto.

Cho-Cho dashes in our direction.

"Oh my...Sarada!" she yells and hugs me tight.

"Cho-Cho..." I utter.

"I'm so happy for you," she tells me and smiles.

"Thank you," I am grateful to Cho-Cho for supporting me.

"I think everyone's ready for tomorrow's event," Tsubaki says joyously.

Oh yes. The big day is tomorrow and we are ready.

"Let's call it a day. You guys really did a great job. Rest well tonight and be ready for the real show tomorrow. Goodbye," our adviser waves and leaves us right away.

I am very excited about tomorrow. I'll be part of the Drama Club soon. I can't wait for that moment to come.

"What about the costume? Where are the shoes? Where is Sarada's headdress?"

Cho-Cho is in panic mode. As the facilitator, she is readying our costumes to be used later.

"Give me the curtains," Iwabe orders, and Dae gives them immediately.

"What do you think of the decorations?" Do they look good?" Denki and Lee are in-charge.

"So, are you ready, Namida?" Wasabi asks her.

"Yes," Namida replies and nods.

"Kawaki, focus the camera on this spot before the play starts, okay?" Tsubaki tells Kawaki and he seems to be nice today.

I am watching them prepare for the play this afternoon. Everyone is busy and I am here watching them do all the work. Tsubaki and our adviser do not want me to engage with the preparations. They want me to relax.

"Hey Boruto, can you put these stickers up there? The wall's too high I can't reach it," Dae asks for Boruto's help.

"Sure," he replies and climbs up the ladder and puts the stickers in their right places.

When Boruto's about to step down, he accidentally slips on the ladder and falls.

"Ahhhh!" he shouts.

"Boruto!"

Everyone rushes in his direction. Even I rush too. I am worried, so damn worried.

"My leg hurts!" he is in pain.

"Call the nurse, please!" I shout.

"Y-Yes!" Lee startles and immediately runs to the clinic.

"Boruto, hang in there. Everything's going to be fine," our adviser assures him.

"I-I can't move my leg," he says almost crying.

"Boruto..." I utter in dismay.

"T-The play..." he struggles to talk.

"Don't worry about the play, we need to attend your safety first," our adviser tells him.

"I...I think... I won't make it..." he says and he prickles in pain.

The nurses came rushing with a stretcher and they slowly put Boruto on and rush him back to the clinic.

Boruto...

I hope he is going to be okay.

The play...

I don't know if it will still be happening...

"If Boruto won't make it by the time of the play, we need to pick someone as his replacement..."

No way...

The room was silent after Boruto was rushed to the clinic. Everyone's worried about his leg. Our adviser panics when she realized that the Prince is in a bad shape and nobody's going to take his place if he fails to show up this afternoon. We still need to hear a thing from the clinic before the time comes.

"I need to go and check on Boruto's situation I'll be back right away," she says and grabs her bag from the chair and left for the clinic. We are watching her back until it fades.

"I wonder if Boruto's going to make it on time," Tsubaki feebles. Everyone has a sad and worried face.

"Sarada..." Cho-Cho calls and I keep silent. I don't know what to say anyway. My chest turns heavy and my feet seem so tired that I can't move them to make at least a single step.

"Whether Boruto's going to make it or not, the show must go on," Tsubaki says and everyone agrees.

Well, it should but who will replace him if he won't make it? That's a big question mark in my head. I think my brain will burst from overthinking. I don't know what to do now.

"You know what, Cho-Cho? I am almost there for being a part of the drama club yet this happens. How unfortunate I could be?" I tell her sulking. She rubs my back with her palm to comfort me. I still feel so heavy.

Everyone gets back to their work as nothing has happened. They are still positive that Boruto will show up in no time with a smiling face, assuring us that everything will be okay.

"Sarada, don't stress yourself out. We don't like having an exhausted Snow White or else you will switch places with Yodo," Wasabi teases me and I laugh at her statement. Namida then grabs my hands and smiles at me.

"Don't worry. Everything will fall into place. Let's wait for our adviser to come back and proceed to what we must do," Namida's sweet voice is reassuring. It makes my heart relax and calm. I think I look very affected that they all noticed and give words of encouragement.

I smile at her and I think I have recharged a bit. I turn on my left and Cho-Cho was there smiling at me. I am grateful that I got such wonderful friends. I don't know what to do without them especially my best friend, Cho-Cho.

Wasabi and Namida say their goodbyes as they still have some important things to do and told me not to overthink before they leave. Cho-Cho has never left my side and keeps telling me stories to keep me occupied. She gives me jokes so I could laugh and forget about the bad things not until our adviser returns and gives us an update about Boruto's condition.

"Sorry, but Boruto would not make it for the play this afternoon. The doctor advised him to be confined at the hospital for further tests. He doesn't look so good. His ankle is swollen and he barely moves his leg. I really feel sorry for him. Let's pray for his fast recovery," she tells.

Everyone has been saddened by the news. Our shoulders drop. Indistinct chatter takes over the room and it makes me feel awful. What should we do now?

"We need to choose a replacement for Boruto real quick. We are running out of time. The play starts at 1 o'clock and it's twenty-nine past eleven and we are not done yet with the preparations," she utters while keeping her composure steady. I know our adviser is in panic from the unexpected accident. She is our adviser and she is responsible for everything and for what happened to Boruto.

"Everybody listen up. The show must go on no matter what. I promised Boruto that this play must succeed even without him. He knew that everyone worked hard for it and he doesn't want all your efforts to be in vain. To whoever be chosen to be his replacement, he wants him to do his best for this play that's his only injunction," she adds.

Everyone is encouraged after hearing everything from our adviser. I think everyone owes Boruto for this one. This is one of the very important parts of our lesson in the literature that we must pass.

"But who is going to play the role of the Prince?" Wasabi asks.

"Now, that is the problem. We lack back-ups. Mitsuki has been called for a contest earlier and there is no more qualified person to take the role," our adviser hopelessly says and it feels very sad.

"The role of the Prince is very simple and his lines are brief and not that hard to memorize. His appearance is quick at the beginning and his next and last appearance would be at the end of the play," Tsubaki comments.

"So do you have any recommendations as to whom is going to play the role of the Prince?" Namida asks her.

"Actually, I have someone in mind," Tsubaki rubs her nose and turns her head a little as if she is insinuating something.

"I recommend Kawaki to take Boruto's place," she is confident when she said it.

"What?!" we all say at the same time.

"You can't be serious," the jerk comments.

"I am serious though," Tsubaki says unwaveringly.

"I am not doing that stupid fantasy of yours," the jerk scoffs.

"Are you sure about that, Tsubaki?" our adviser worries if Tsubaki isn't joking when she said that.

"I am. Kawaki knows everything. He is my assistant, remember?" she says while rolling her eyes. Well, if he was paying attention I think he knows everything but with the kind of attitude he has? There is no chance.

"I am not doing that nonsense just pick someone else," the jerk refuses and aims to walk away but our adviser stops him from his tracks.

"Kawaki, this activity is for the whole class. You can't be selfish and act stubborn. Your grades will be based on your performance here. What you get is what everyone gets, do you understand?" she tries to convince him but I know he is stubborn and a jerk, but we are running out of time and no one is going to take Boruto's place.

"I am not doing it," he says and walks away.

"Hey, Kawaki!" Tsubaki tries to stop him but he is unstoppable.

"No way. How could he be so selfish? That bastard needs a punch on his face," Iwabe annoyingly says and Denki tries to calm him down. He clenches his fist and he is serious about punching his face.

"No fighting!" our adviser stops everyone from talking and her palms rest on her forehead. She seems to be worn out with all of the mess. She sits down on the chair and takes a sigh.

"I don't know what to do anymore," she utters in a slow voice. I feel sorry for all the headaches we have caused her, from Boruto being injured to the jerk so stubborn and obstructive.

"I will try to talk to him again. Maybe he will give yes as an answer this time," Tsubaki tries to light up the mood a bit. She seems so hook with the play, well she should. Our grades depend on her compelling communication skill.

An hour later...

"Tsubaki, is Kawaki going to show up?" our adviser asks her. The tension can be heard in her voice. The play is about to start in a few minutes and I am behind her waiting for Tsubaki's response. I was all dressed up and ready for the play but I don't know if the jerk is going to replace Boruto.

"He did not respond to me when I asked him the second time around, but I have told him something that will make him show up. I am pretty sure he will," she confidently says.

"Oh, what a relief," our adviser utters and her hands landed on her chest gesturing of being relieved.

I sigh and get back to the dressing room to where Cho-Cho is. I think everything's okay now. Tsubaki seems so cool with Kawaki.

"You look great, Sarada," Cho-Cho compliments me and I think I blush. She barely compliments me. Oh, I sound like a hypocrite. She always compliments me not on how I look but on other things.

"Thank you," I tell her.

"You look okay now," she notices. I think my face tells it all. I look tensed and problematic earlier when Tsubaki hasn't told us that she made a way to make the jerk come.

"Well, I'm kind of relieved," I honestly tell her and she furrows.

"So, Kawaki finally says yes?" she sounds excited while confirming.

"Somehow. I'm not sure, but he needs to show up or else I will kill him," that sounds exaggerated and Cho-Cho's face gets shocked.

"T-That's frightening," she stammers. I don't know why she reacted that way. I was just kidding, but I will never forgive that jerk if he does not show up later.

"Well, this play must be successful no matter what, Cho-Cho. This is my way to the Drama Club that I dreamed about all this time," I tell her, and she did not utter a word.

"I am expecting him to come and I am already looking forward to entering the Drama Club," I say and act like daydreaming. I can't wait to be closer to my dreams. It's my first step, one step at a time.

"Sarada, get ready. We are about to start," Tsubaki shouts and immediately leaves.

"The jerk isn't here yet," I murmur, and Cho-Cho moves closer to my side.

"Are you sure he is going to come?" Cho-Cho asks with furrow brows.

"Tsubaki was so confident that he will come, maybe..." I say and I think I stammer when I utter the words.

Namida's voice echoes in the room as she starts to narrate and it's my time to show up in a minute. I suddenly feel nervous and I can't help it.

"Good luck, Sarada," Cho-Cho cheers me up before I go to start my script and to show up to the crowd.

When I look at the crowd, the Drama Club Council is there. I feel edgier. My anxiety turns into courage when the memory of my ticket to the club crossed my mind.

I try to impress them and they seem entertained with my performance. I keep myself focused on my role, my script, and my acting and with the impression of the council on me.

"Where is Kawaki?"

I slightly hear someone mention his name from backstage.

So, he hasn't been here yet?

I try to focus on my performance but I can't help myself from thinking that he is not showing up whenever. After this scene, it's going to be his.

I glance backstage and Cho-Cho was there with a gloomy face. She shakes her head as if to say the jerk is not going to show up.

"The Prince hears her sing when he roams around the forest and he is bewildered by her angelic voice..." Namida narrates.

"He slowly walks in Snow White's direction with cautious steps to not notice him..." she continues to narrate, she is also waiting for the jerk to show up from backstage but nobody's walking out.

"Please show up..."

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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come to bed.

MICHAEL ‘RIZ’ ARIZA.

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❝ request by anon: Hello beautiful ! How are you ? I hope you’re doing fine and I’m glad you’re feeling better. I wanted to request something for Riz if that’s ok with you? I really wanted to request an imagine but I’m out of ideas... maybe prompt 3 ? I love you and I hope you have a nice day 💕

❝ prompt: “come to bed”.

❝ words: about 600.

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You have lost track of time sunk into your notes and your books since you're on the final stretch of college. Your second degree of Medicine, the one that will let you work as a surgeon at the Imperial Hospital. The director is wishing with all his wants for you to finish and start your job there, so you're studying your fingers to the bone. Until Riz interrupts you by closing the screen of your laptop unannounced. Raising your head frowning at him, the glare he offers you makes you know he isn't going to allow you to continue.

“You have two options and you aren't gonna like one of them, so… come to bed and don't make me drag you to”.

Riz uses that harsh tone of voice that you hate with all your strengths, but the one he only uses when you need to obey him for your good. Heavily sighing and bowing your head down for an instant, you finally nod your chin. Closing the books and collecting all the notes spread over the table, you stand up stretching your arms to the ceiling. A moment where he takes the advantage to lift you in his arms and carry you over his right shoulder, clapping your ass funnily.

“I need to get up tomorrow fucking early, amor mío. And you know I can't sleep without you”. Riz literally sings, making you laugh inevitably.

Your boyfriend throws you over your shared bed between giggles. As you back down to make your way under the sheets, he waits anxiously to make his own way to you.

“I'm learning to live without your attention, but… mi amor, seriously, I need you right here”.

“Sorry”. You snort rolling your eyes, welcoming him between your legs so he can rest his head over your chest, smiling just like a child. Happy. Satisfied. “I'll be done next Monday, and I'll be totally yours again”.

You don't doubt turning off the lights and getting comfier under his weight, tangling your fingers in his long dark hair to roam them with your nails. He gasps more than pleased, leaving a tender kiss on the exposed skin of your clavicle.

“You will pass it, I know it”. Riz whispers in a soft thread of voice, getting more relaxed under your caresses. “There's nobody smarter than you. Sometimes I don' even know what the damn hell you're talking about, but… you speak to me with this… burning passion inside your brain that I can't stop hearing you”.

You can't help but bite your bottom lip about to cry. You're under all the pressure in this life right now, you have been literally ignoring him, focused on your job, and he is still there; encouraging you till the end. Knowing what to say at every single moment.

“Rizzy…”

“Uh-huh?”

“I haven't said it in a while but… don't forget I love you, please”.

Your crystal eyes play dirty with your mind, fucking up your voice and breaking it with a sob.

“You couldn't stop loving me even if you try”. Lying by your side and wrapping his left arm around you, your boyfriend grabs your chin to spread a bunch of sloppy kisses all over your face to calm you down. “You're mine. I'm yours. Forever, you hear me? You don't need to say I love you to make me feel loved”.

“Just wanted to let you know…”

“Yo te amo también. Por y para siempre. Don't forget it either”.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

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Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! 🎶🎵I love you biiitch ain't ever gonna stop loving you biiitch 🎵🎶

"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson.

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me.

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments.

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me.

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch.

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination.

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal.

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #author doesn't advocate for small dick jokes but tbh the abusive fucker deserves it

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If I hadn't been very good interviewing [Patricia] Highsmith in Aurigeno, there was someone I was downright bad at, and yet it must have been the start of a surprising, singularly charming story: Edwige Feuillère....

I arrive one afternoon at rue de Longchamp in Neuilly. Rather banal building. I get on the elevator, my throat a little tight: I felt her authoritarian. They open the door for me and show me into the living room, I find it a little too pink, a little too sweet. She enters. Not very much makeup on; she wears a funnel neck sweater. Her body no longer has the firmness of my memories. Still, there is the way she carries her head. It's her, but she's an old woman.

Today, I'm sure she saw it all in my eyes in a second. So, she pulled out all the stops. She offers me a seat on a couch and sits next to me, almost thigh to thigh. I move back. She raises her eyebrow and just says: “You are sitting very badly. Lean on the cushions.”

“Sorry, but I can't work like this.” “Okay, I'll take the cushions away.”

And we start. She responds, but very quickly interrupts me and brings her face closer to mine. "Ah, now that I see you with my glasses on… But you have very pretty green eyes," with that voice that makes all screens shudder. I do not know where I am. I pick up the thread as best I can.

“You read my book! You are indeed the first journalist who comes to see me for this book to have read it.”

I stammer. I am getting worse and worse. I bend down to turn on the tape recorder. She lifts my face, touches my hair, on the forehead, to the right. "But you have a strand of white hair. Is it natural or are you doing it on purpose?" There, I feel that I am confused, maybe even that I blush, I flounder, I sink. That’ll teach me to betray that, in her sweater, I couldn't find the one I had placed on a pedestal at all. I'm mad at myself, but at her too. Now she wants me to eat chocolates. And tell me that she is a great reader. As if! I wonder what literature she likes, but I don't feel like digging. I want to go. She goes to get my item of clothing, a black leather jacket and helps me put it on. She runs her hand all the way down my back and says, still her voice, "I love the feel of leather.”

Okay, she's seventy-seven, I'm thirty-three, but she took over and covered me with the ridicule I deserved. Let's run away together.

I was not at the end of my punishment, though. I listen to the tape. I am lamer than lame: I don't raise the right questions, I don't push her to explain, I say totally incongruous things. Nothing to get out of it. Unreliable. And, to make matters worse, she wants to reread before publication. What to do? Meet with close friends to whom I dare not even speak out. Common sense advice, but easy to say: "Try to remember what you wanted to know, what she started to say when she stops and you forget to start her again. Rewrite everything: there will probably not be a word of what's on the tape, but we'll see what she says about it." A whole weekend, for an interview page in Le Monde. And a close reading by my friend Monique Nemer. Questions at last intelligently formulated and answers reconstructed, but perhaps just a bit “off.”

On Monday, the interview is printed. Two hours later, Feuillère on the phone: "My little one, it's absolutely perfect...I've never read an interview so true to who I am.” That’s when I realized she was extremely intelligent.

She offered for me to see her again. She told me about what she read. A very sure taste for literature, the classics—she had not forgotten Claudel's lessons. She was very attached to her hand-annotated edition of Dante's The Divine Comedy in Italian—her father's nationality. She gave it at the end of her life to Hector Bianciotti, whom I introduced to her. But she had a curiosity for everything that was published—I brought her my favorite recent books—and the eclecticism of avid readers. She happily returned to Claudel's side, but discovered with the same interest Philip Roth, who made her want to reread Joseph Roth. Dante would bring her back to Philippe Sollers' side, and she would go back to the Italian side to read Svevo and Elsa Morante. She read the ones I told her about: Eudora Welty, Anna Maria Ortese, Annie Ernaux, Danièle Sallenave. But Highsmith's murky tales seemed too worrying to her. When we went to dinner, I always tried to convince her, to make her love this "black queen” without much success.

When she played at the theater at night, we used to go to lunch. She seduced me in every way—because she liked to seduce, because her conversation was brilliant, humorous, her language sometimes deliciously old-fashioned. One day when I was talking to her about a man, she said to me, “Alors, vous êtes éprise?” (“So, are you in love?”) with a sort of ‘h’ sucked in front of "éprise.” She lunched “en chapeau” (“in hat”) as it should be if you arrive in a restaurant wearing a hat, but nobody knows how to do it anymore. After coffee, without using a mirror, she reapplied her lipstick. She would sometimes use an indignant grandmother's voice to say, "My little one, stand up straight. This is an absolute rule.” When I complained about a married man who liked neurotics—those who harass you to snatch an evening, a weekend—and I told her that I hated these behaviors and that, asking for nothing, I did not get anything, she punctuated with a laugh: “But my little one, this is the story of my life! Men, if not burdened with recriminations, give nothing."

I loved going to see her at the theater. The presence on stage of a person with whom you have a form of intimacy is always moving. Anguishing, too. When, at the Théâtre Montparnasse, she took over La Maison du lac with Jean Marais, I went there almost every evening. Marais-Feuillère, for the last time, you had to see and see again. One day when she invited me to lunch in a restaurant near the theater, whose old-fashioned and provincial character, like the clientele, amused us, she reproached me: "Stop coming to the theater!" Seeing my crestfallen face, she added, “But this is not a good play! How can you listen to these banal lines over and over again?” “Of course, it's not Claudel, but I'm not coming for the lyrics, I'm coming for your shoulders and for the melody.”

“Cheeky and incorrigible, that's what you are. So, come on tonight, I'll introduce you to Jean."

Juliette Gréco, who laughed at this improbable friendship and imitated Feuillère so well, would sometimes call me, mocking her voice. I hesitated for fear of saying to the real Feuillère: "Stop your stupid jokes! " One morning, I hear Feuillère's phrasing on the phone, too over-played for it to really be her: “My little one, I had a great time last night.” And Juliette Gréco tells me, with her own voice and the tone of a kid delighted with her triumph, that she was at a party the day before, and that seeing Feuillère at a table she approached silently, passed her arms around her shoulders, and leaned over say to her ironically: "So, are we seducing the same young woman?"

Despite my protests, I admit that I was rather entertained by imagining this scene between these two. The tastiest was yet to come. Call from Feuillère, the same afternoon: "My little one, we mustn't tell Juliette Gréco that we are seeing each other, she is very jealous"

I joked: "No, she knows very well that we have incestuous loves.” “Incestuous, perhaps, but not Sapphic.” There is no one left to utter such phrases!

Talking about her relationships with women, one day, when once again I had just passed a passionate admirer on her doorstep who was chasing her and whom she received, while remaining aloof, even disdainful, I joked: “You are a tease.”

“At last, my little one, how dare you?”

“Sorry, but it's the truth!”

She didn't comment. I thought of Sartre telling Sagan, who was cutting meat badly, that he could no longer cut himself: “Respect is lost."

I was a little ashamed: I had crossed a line—thin, barely perceptible, and yet very present, beyond which she wanted to safeguard her unalterable dignity. More than Claudel, it was Mallarmé's Hérodiade that she made think of: "Who would dare touch me, a respected lion?”

- Josyane Savigneau on her friendship with Edwige Feuillère in Point de côté

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Four)

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Chapter Three ※※※※※ Chapter Five

I absorbed and enjoyed the silence that was hovering around my house. I grabbed a glass of juice and sat down on the couch on the balcony. My mom left early for work, and Leah even tried to take me along for a photo shoot she was going to do in Venice. But, honestly, I'm not in the mood for dragging plaster casts around under the sun.

Not to mention that it is good to have moments alone to get my head straight. I know that in a little while it will be even harder to escape from these outings, I mean, I know I have to get back to my routine, but as long as I can avoid it, I will.

I put the juice on the table and pick up my diary. Unlike yesterday, I open it to the first page, like a book, and start reading. I go through a few pages about my feelings, about what I planned about my future, about my parents' divorce.

"I know it was inevitable. Anyone could tell how distant they were, I just didn't want it to be like that, that she suffered the same way I did. And I didn't want to feel that anger from him. But deep down, I know it's for the best.".

A few more pages telling about the scout who had seen me at the mall, the first photo shoot, the first runway show for a small clothing brand. Then arriving at the day I met Ashton.

"That one nobody expected/imagined/sought for. Ashton Irwin is my yoga partner!!! Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Oh my gosh, I never would have imagined that. I was dying of nervousness about being the new student, then he comes and offers to be my duo and oh gosh, he's amazing. Super fun and nice. AND HE CALLED ME UP FOR COFFEE ON SUNDAY.

" Ashton and I sat at a table on the sidewalk. Under the table, I snapped my fingers in nervousness as I read the menu.

- Do you already know what you are going to order? - he asks. I pout and nod my head in denial.

- All I know is that I don't want espresso. - I comment.

- Can I recommend one? I think you'll like it, it's whipped with cream and chocolate, very sweet. - He points to the menu after I accept his suggestion.

- It amazes me how good you are at coffee. - I joke, making him laugh.

- I like coffee. I once took a tour of a coffee farm in the countryside right here in California.

Coffee becomes our first topic. Because he knows and understands coffee, Ashton convinces me to do a tasting at a promising coffee shop in Brentwood the next morning. It was not the kind of program I am used to doing, but everything is different now, my life has changed and so have my types of programs.

- You are lost being my friend, I will call you all morning for breakfast together. - Ashton comments as we drive along the sidewalks of Los Angeles.

My body shakes when it hears the word "friend". I still wasn't sure if I could consider Ash a friend, but now, I'm happy to know that I can and that he considers me too. "

The memory warms and cheers me up, giving me more desire to read and remember.

I don't realize how much I was smiling until my cheeks start to hurt. After that day, his name becomes very frequent, until it joins Leah's.

"I don't know how to explain this girl. She came in so confident and nose to nose, I was sure she would be insufferable, then she opened her mouth and all I could think was 'where has she been all my life? ' And I don't want to get my hopes up or be a pain in the ass, but she's also a model and she talked about me going to her father's agency and if that works out? it's one of the biggest agencies in the world, I'm going to take off. God, if this is your will...".

I laugh at the following narrations that already involve Ashton, Noah and Leah. I can't remember what is written, but my imagination gives me a warm, happy feeling in my body. And if the reality has been as fun and nice as what I imagined, then it was very good.

I feel my body shiver and a chill take over my stomach when I see Luke's name for the first time. I cut the pace of my reading, preparing myself for what was to come. I reach for another glass of juice, buying time and even courage to read the rest.

"I had already noticed him looking at me, I just didn't want to believe he was looking at me, and it was perfect like that, until Ashton brought him in. It's one thing to know who Luke is, it's another to talk to him. In the end it wasn't so bad. I guess. I just stared for the first hour at anything but him, but I guess he must have missed it. Now I'm in the dilemma of if he liked me, I mean, we spent four hours talking and nothing, no kiss, no phone exchange. NOTHING."

I laugh at myself. I can perfectly see myself being embarrassed by him and not being able to look him in the eye.. If I could go back in time, I would tell this Marnie that Luke really liked her, even though I only had a basis in videos and pictures.

I pick up my cell phone and open insta, going to the date that marked my diary. 07/06/18. It was Ashton's birthday party. I flip to the side and see a picture taken in Hawaii, with the caption "The one where we got lost". I turn the page and find that trip.

"I know I am committing one of the biggest follies of my life and deep down, I don't even know why. That's a lie, I do, but that's not the point. In fact, it is, but that's not what I'm going to talk about. Again, it is. The point is: I can't believe that at the last minute I agreed to go on a trip to Hawaii with a bunch of people I barely know. Except Ash, Noah and Leah. And P.S. Monday is his birthday. It only gets better.”

Apparently things between Luke and me went pretty quickly. I read a few more pages seeing that on his birthday, we had our first kiss and from then on everything happened too fast and messy.

I write about many fights and reconciliations. Both he and I, didn't want anything serious, but both he and I, couldn't stay away from each other and there was my reason.

"There is a good big part of all this blocking that I believe is because of what happened and because of me trying to pretend it didn't happen. Dr. Prescott says that if I don't put it out there and don't talk about it, it will consume me. 'Talking about our fears, worries and problems makes them smaller and easier to defeat.'

Besides my parents, no one else knows about that day."

I run my eyes quickly down the page, seeing that that one was about Stephen's cheating.

I close the journal in fear. I don't know what is coming, and I don't know if I have the courage to read it. It is one thing to hear about it from others, from their view and opinion, even if it is not on purpose. It's another to hear about it from my view, from what I've been through.

I have no doubt that there are things in these next pages that maybe even my parents don't know. Things and feelings that I have kept solely and exclusively to myself and I don't know if I am ready to face this, again.

I put down the diary and go in search of something else. Luckily for me, my guardian angel, aka Leah, calls me.

“Are you busy? I thought we could have lunch together. What do you think?” she bombards me, not letting me say hello.

“Hi to you too. No, I'm not busy, just reading my diary.” I run my hand over the cover, keeping in the back of my mind what awaits me. “ I'll take lunch.”

Before Leah can answer, I hear a muffled argument on the phone and wait for the fight to end.

“Sorry, but Noah is asking if he can come along.” she asks, without patience.

“Of course he can.” I hold my laughter, imagining the two of them fighting on the other end of the line.

“Okay, in a few minutes we'll be there. Kisses.”

I say goodbye to her and decide not to read the diary again. The doctor himself told me not to force myself into anything. I set the table and wait for the two of them to arrive.

After forty minutes, the doorbell rings. I make way for my friend and analyze the tall, muscular man behind her. Unlike my memory, the Noah of today has his hair well shaved and brunette, like his sister's. His green eyes fill with tears when he sees me crack a smile, and like his twin, he doesn't wait for permission and hugs me.

“Don't ever do that again, young lady. What a shitty world this would be without you!” he squeezes me before showering me with kisses, all over my face.

Leah turns and pulls him away from me, making me laugh. I follow them both into the kitchen and look at the bags they brought, excited.

“We made sure to stop by The Palm and pick up your favorite dish.” I didn't even know that I had a favorite dish at The Palm. But when Leah opens a box and I feel my mouth water when I see that noodle with shrimp, I realize how little I know myself.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” I ask softly, with a smile.

We start lunch and today my attention was on Noah, after all he was the new thing. I listen to him tell about the day we met, when he began to advise my career with his sister, and how things have been going since the accident.

“You don't have to give any interviews if you don't want to.” he assures me once again.

I still don't know how to deal with this "public figure" business, but deep down I feel a need to give a "satisfaction" to everyone who knows me. Noah has already sent some notes about my condition, but I know that I will have to appear on some channel in the future.

We changed the subject and started talking about my amnesia. Noah was not very happy that my first memory was his hair fiasco. I commented that I was reading my diary and asked about some events.

“Are we really lost in Hawaii?” they both started to laugh and agree.

“That day I wanted to hit Mark. I was getting very angry that he could not accept that he was reading the wrong map. Not to mention the car dying and us pushing," Noah comments.

“Mark was never good with maps. He says himself that he was a lousy Boy Scout.” Leah says before drying her third glass of water.

“Who is Mark?” I question.

“Mark is an ex-lover of mine. At the time we were chatting and he had the house in Hawaii. One thing led to another and in the end he went along.” Leah ends with a frown.

“And why did we let him drive then?” I ask, full of curiosity. They look at me as if I know the answer. Or, as if I should, but I just raise my eyebrows, saying nothing.

“Because it's Mark.” Noah shrugs. “He likes to be in control of everything.”

“The one who was definitely happy with us there was that guy who owns the coconut stand.” Leah says.

So there it is, the little wooden stand, with a pile of coconuts in front of it. A short man, probably about 50 years old, laughing at our misfortune while selling the fruit to us. Images begin to form in my mind.

" “- Look there.” Kyleen and I focus on the little man laughing as he takes the money from Michael's hand. “He sure is very happy with us standing here.” Leah says.

“Of course he is. We already bought twelve coconuts from him. Bad little man.” I make a face.

“We're not lost. It's just a shortcut.” we cut off eye contact with the stand and focus on Mark arguing with Noah and Ashton.

Leah looked at her lover in total disbelief at what she had gotten herself into. If regret could kill. The next moment Mark stomps his foot on the floor, like a child with a temper tantrum. At that moment, Calum looks at me with wide eyes.

I look away so that he doesn't see me laughing. Kiki, who was behind me, slaps me to stop, but this only makes me want to laugh more. I hide my face in her arm and in the end, my laughter gets out of hand. Both she and Calum start laughing with me, causing the boys to look at us curiously.

It takes no more than five minutes for Mike to join in the laughter with us and soon everyone else was laughing except Mark. Even the little bad man was laughing. It was the worst thing about us being lost, but that's what was happening and it couldn't be anything but comical, even though it was sad too. ”

“Of course he was happy. He sold about fifteen coconuts for us.” I don't even try to control my smile. Once again I remembered, and this is more than great.

The twin couple in front of me crack a big smile too, and soon they are clapping their hands and stamping their feet on the floor, making noise. I clap my hands with them in celebration.

“She is coming back.” Noah comes around the table, hugging me from behind and again showering me with kisses.

I was never one to have many friends. Usually it was just Bethany and Stephen, and a girl in my music class, but I don't know if I can consider her that, after all, we only talked during class and it was all very unrelated.

The point is that I have always envied those people who managed to have a large number of friends, and friends really, not just colleagues. Friends who call you for everything, who are always by your side, who enjoy your company, and who consider you family.

In this moment, with just Noah and Leah, I can see that I finally have these friends that I have wanted so much and without having to pretend to be something that I am not, without having to buy their attention, as I felt I needed it with Bethany. And if I'm happy like this with just the two of them, I can't wait to see the others.

“So, you said you were reading your diary, did you remember anything else?” Leah asks excitedly.

All the happiness and euphoria that had surrounded my body disappears. The bloody page with the bloody day comes back into my mind. They both notice my mood drop.

“I remembered a day when I went to have coffee with Ash, but…” I play with the edge of my cup, trying not to get too much into that energy. “I found a day where I tell about what happened.” I look at them, who are serious and attentive.

“Do you want us to read it with you?” Leah holds my hand across the table, gently patting it.

I shake my head positively and point to the notebook on the coffee table in the living room. I watch her return with the notebook and hand it to me. I open it to the marked page and stare at my handwriting again.

"I haven't had the courage to tell either Ashton, Leah, or much less Luke. I can't tell if I'm ashamed of it or just afraid of it happening again. The problem is that it's really starting to get to me, to the point where I get irritated when I see Luke and Leah talking and it shouldn't be like that. So I need to get it all out so that I can start over.

It was our anniversary. I snuck out of my work to see Stephen at his house. I wanted to deliver his gift soon. Two streets before his house I ran into Noelle, his mother, and told her I wanted to surprise him, so she told me to get the key under the third vase and go in.

Maybe it would have been better just to ring the doorbell and not have to see it. I was very quiet so as not to be discovered, and in the end, I was the one who discovered something."

My racing heart hurts from beating so hard. I can't keep my breathing normal, holding it at various times. I feel like it's a suspense book where no one wants to find out what's behind the door of the abandoned house, but needs to, in order to continue the story.

I notice in some letters and words the ink smudged and I know it was from my tears and it only hurts me more.

"There is no word to describe the disgust, pain, and anger of seeing him and her in bed naked. My until then boyfriend, and my until then best friend.

And what only made it worse was that she didn't even try to explain herself, didn't show an ounce of regret, even if it was a pretense. Nothing. While he tried to say it was nothing like that, Bethany still says it had been going on for a long time."

I close the journal angrily and throw it away, stopping on the other side of the long table. The lump in my throat gets bigger, but I don't want to cry, not for this and not again.

Deep down, I have always had a flea behind my ear with the two of them. The countless rides Stephen insisted on giving her. The way she always motivated me to fight with him, for reasons I thought were small and insignificant. But it was my first serious relationship, what did I know about dating, right? Bethany, on the other hand, had dated seriously twice.

It had always been there, I just didn't want to see it.

“I always suspected it and never, never wanted to believe it. After all, he was my boyfriend and she was my best friend. They wouldn't be able to.” I let out a humorless laugh.

The twins look at me fearfully, as if I were a mother scolding them.

“But you know what the worst part is? I believed him. He looked me in the face and said that nothing happened. That Luke was to blame for our breakup! How stupid of me!” I shout, picking up the diary and throwing it further away, as if it would hurt Stephen.

“Wait, what?” Leah speaks loudly.

I look at her startled and realize what I said. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I didn't want anyone to know about the meeting.

“You met with Stephen? When?” she turns the table around, coming closer. I swallow dryly.

“Yesterday morning," I begin softly, but it was enough for Leah to cover her eyes with her hands and snort. Noah laid his head on his arms, sighing as well. “I was confused and needed to hear and see him.” I start to defend myself.

“After everything your mother told you about him?” Leah asks.

“And you think I would believe her? Would you? With amnesia on account?” I retort. Leah takes a deep breath and denies it with her head, giving me reason.

“But you could have told, or asked, I don't know.” Noah ponders.

“Nobody would have let me, I know nobody likes him and rightly so.” I give in.

“That explains a lot.” Leah comments softly, but loud enough for me to hear.

“Explains what?” I ask confused.

She looks at Noah, who nods, giving her the green light. Like me, she swallows dryly before she begins.

“Explain why Luke is so grouchy and weird. Not wanting to come see you.” he answers, poking at the seam of the chair.

NO! No! No! No! No! Please, no. He can't have seen.

“You have to take me to his house.” I ask, heading for the hall.

“What?” the two shout following me.

“I need to talk to him. Now!” I shout the last part, putting on a jacket with some difficulty.

“But why?” Noah helps me.

“Because I think he saw something that wasn't supposed to happen and got it wrong.” I open the door, going to call the elevator.

“Oh, no!” they understand and soon follow me.

Things between Luke and me may be messed up, but the last thing I want him to think is that I cheated on him.

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Little late getting to these -- that's fully the fault of a class project I spent all of Monday/Tuesday and most of Wednesday working on -- but I finished my project and wrote up some long replies to these!

(Apologies for any funny formatting -- I'm trying out the beta for the new post editor!)

Absolutely not.

Nope! There are a few people who do know (other guides Andrew's met before, the Dryad, and I'd imagine the Witch Doctor knows something's up even if he doesn't know why), but none of them live in Purity Town proper, and the Dryad and Witch Doctor aren't the kind to participate in rumors or spread what isn't theirs to share. The old man is also aware just because he and Andrew have talked about their curses, but he's 1) not currently in town and 2) not going to share even if he were.

Most folks don't know much about Andrew in general; Becca probably knows the most out of the townsfolk, knowing a little bit about his family and where he's from (he has some pretty specific skills as a hunter that betray this, but he doesn't talk about his exact town of birth), but no specifics and certainly not time periods.

Andrew is good at keeping things quiet; he has to be.

I would actually appreciate if you didn't post to Pinterest -- usually I'm fine with people reposting with credit (several of the things I've posted to my DeviantArt have found their way to Instagram, for example) but Pinterest has something of a reputation for stolen art (things being reposted from another Pinterest post without credit this time, or credit being hard to view for users not logged in or just viewing through Google). So reposting elsewhere is fine (though if you repost to Reddit or Instagram, tag me at u/Ariibees or @Ariibees)! I'd just prefer my works stay off of Pinterest.

The terminology related to The Guide/Andrew/The Guardian/The World’s Core/The WoF is all confusing because on some level, they’re all the same being. Kind of like trying to talk about Jekyll and Hyde -- same guy, different looks/actions, haha.

For all intents and purposes, references to the WoF being the barrier/core/whatever behind or within which the spirits of light and dark are contained is equivalent to saying “these spirits are held trapped by the magic of the Guardian, who when summoned appears as the WoF.” I do break slightly from the official lore in how the WoF/Guardian/thing holding back these spirits works (mostly because I don’t really like the idea that the Hallow is a “temporary guardian” or whatever), but the basic concept of “these are trapped by [thing that makes up the WoF]” remains unchanged.

If “loony cultist” is a reference to something, I’m so sorry, but I’m lost on it. If you’re just talking about the lunatic cultist in a funny way, then yes, they’re in here as a very plot-significant character!

I had to google what meme you were talking about, but it did make me laugh.

Andrew’s most annoyed by the nickname because people do like to call him Guide, and for someone who’s dedicated his whole life to his role, it can get tiring. He doesn’t really *mind* being called Guide -- it’s fine, that’s what he is and as long as people are respectful of his job he’ll take what he can get -- but at the same time, he’d like for people to stop thinking “Aah! Monster!” or “Weird academic know-it-all” and just...treat him like a normal person sometimes. So he fights to be called Andrew. And...Malik comes along and gives him a nickname that he doesn’t like and doesn’t allow others to use, save for maybe a small group of people of which Malik is not a part. So, not cool, man!

People love to overcomplicate explaining shading/lighting, and if you wanted to you could certainly go on and on about reflections of light off the ground and shading colors and all sorts of things, but as I’m writing this at 1 AM I don’t really care to.

If you really want to get into shading, I see nice ones on DeviantArt or Tumblr from time to time, or you can always watch a YouTube video on it. Really, though, just keep at it, think about how the shadows should look and work, and you'll get better at it eventually and pick up new ideas on how it all works. (And this is coming from someone who is new to making comics and actually started as a painter.)

Purity Town’s shading comes down to this: simplicity. As much as I’d love to spend hours and hours redrawing the panels I don’t like and carefully shading every fold of fabric and painting detailed backgrounds, I’m a full-time college student and will be working full-time over the summer -- I don’t have the time. So, I cut corners: I reuse backgrounds or use brushes (see: bricks, trees, clouds) that make certain details easier, and I try not to obsess too much over panels I’m not fully happy with. Shadows go where they feel right, and light on the opposite side.

For shading, this comes down to making things quick and easy. For these last few pages, character shading/lighting has only been five layers. One hard light layer for the bluer soft shadows, one overlay layer for darker soft shadows, one linear burn layer for hard shadows, one soft light layer for soft lighting, and one overlay layer for hard lighting. I’ll often also make use of glow dodge layers for lighting, or change the color balance or add more hard/soft light layers if there’s a very heavy color filter on the scene (such as a celestial event, blood moon, or outdoors at night).

Using all the different layer types is essentially a cheat code to fancier lighting -- don’t want to use flat black? Boom, hard light or overlay or burn will give you colored shadows. Want to make your light brighter? Glow dodge will make it burn your retinas.

Sorry that this isn’t a very comprehensive guide, but in my mind, shading and lighting is really something that you pick up over time and it’s hard to sit down and write a guide for it without making it into a massive essay on art theory that I don't even know proper terminology for because I'm not an art student. Of course with some googling you’ll find *proper* guides for this sort of thing from art majors and the likes, and those can be super helpful and technical! But for Purity Town, I just sort of go with what feels right and what's easy to replicate.

Firstly, I’m happy to hear you’re liking the comic!

Secondly, those buttons are actually there due to the theme! (For those on mobile who can’t see it, I have the theme set to only display on desktop as I prefer the current mobile layout on phone.) I’m using the simple webcomic theme (a quick Google should tell you how to install it for yourself) -- except I’m not actually using it for the webcomic features; rather, it’s a case of “this is the most simple, nice-looking non-default theme I could find.”

The previous/next buttons are added by the theme with the intent that the blog is being used as a typical webcomic website, with nothing but comic pages being posted. However, I post asks and other art here too, and I do so with the intent that people looking at #Terraria or their dashboards in general will see it. So...I use html formatting to make the first/previous/next/last links, along with an index and chapter-by-chapter viewing (using /tagged/chapter##/chrono) so that no matter where you’re coming from, you can still navigate just the pages!

If you want to add just the previous/next buttons, I can’t really help you -- web development is not my area of study in the slightest. But you can check out the theme that they come from and if you want to install only them, you can surely find a tutorial on it somewhere!

(As a side note, the comments section is not from the theme, it’s from a site called Disqus. I don’t expect many people, if anyone, to leave comments, but since I link back to this site a lot and many folks don’t have Tumblr accounts, it’s an option I like to make available.)

Hiya! My hike was pretty nice; it was a short and easy one, but that was quite appreciated as the trail is unmaintained from November to April, and the trail was covered in fallen trees and quite rocky. Still had fun, though!

And for backgrounds, it depends! For indoors scenes (or outdoors scenes with buildings) I don’t tend to use references, outside of looking up things like “which side of a door is the handle on.” I will, however, integrate real-life textures (see: the quilt and rug in Guide’s house, the wood walls on the building in the background of this week’s page), and paint over paintings from the Terraria wiki.

For outdoors scenes, for simple backgrounds (such as foliage-heavy) ones, I typically don’t need references. I like the difference between detailed, lined indoor/man-made object scenes vs. painted, messy outdoor scenes. But for things like mountains, I do sometimes look up references to help with color choices and the likes.

The town’s layout is a bit strange in that depending on the scene, the background could be drastically different. One side of town faces more mountainside, one side faces the orchards/open hillside, and the other two sides face various degrees of open space and more mountainside/forest. References taken on top of mountains are helpful to get an idea of what degree of foliage I should include between the characters and the sky.

Though this is very specific to the town of Purity -- other towns/villages will have significantly different-looking backgrounds, even the foliage-heavy ones.

That said, what's even more helpful than looking at photos is looking at paintings. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is really good for getting an idea of how to draw grasslands and distant mountains, plus Studio Ghibli movies in general!

#purity town #pt asks #terraria #not an update

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alex-baebae · 5 years

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Pieces of honor

Pics are not mine, credits to the respective owners 😊

Chapter 2

Pairing: TOPXreader, DAESUNGXreader, GDxreader, OCs x reader.

I stayed at my house a whole week before starting high school, I didn’t want to go somewhere, after all I had no friends there. Of course, I called my friends from Mexico, many of them went to study in other countries and some other stayed at Mexico as Ricardo and Max.

The entrance ceremony took place the Monday. I woke up quickly I was not expecting high school to be a “nice” experience for me, so I was not exactly excited. It was raining and I walked to the garage “Good morning, Mister Choi” I greeted him “good morning, how are you?” long time no hear that question from Mister Choi “fine” almost a routine.

A guy took me to school, he was Korean as Mister Choi, probably he recommended the guy to my father as he recommended Amber and her mother. “So, do you know where Amber is?” I asked as he drove through the streets of the capital, I caught him out of guard “ah, ah sorry, I don’t know her” he told me “no problem” I said.

We arrived, he left when I entered in the school main building. The ceremony was okay, I mean normal, the classes were normal as well. I talked to no one, I didn’t want to experience the same as before, you know when I did my best to make friends but I only got my tears falling on my bedroom’s expensive floor.

The rain didn’t stop, I was waiting for the driver in the entrance of the school. When that guy arrived, I got rapidly in the car “How are you, Miss ___?” he asked “fine, thanks” I answered “Mister Zhao told me to take you to a store, so you can buy what you need for the party at the shore” I was confused “what party?” he looked at me through the mirror “your welcome party”. I forgot it, whatever that party was not a big deal, I just wanted to sleep.

One day I was eating my breakfast outside, it was cloudy, it was going to rain. I felt strange for a second, that feeling made me look to the main entrance, there was a tall guy walking through, he was slim and he had an amazing black hair, well he was handsome as hell.

I continued eating, the break ended. I went to my classroom, everything was fine, however I heard many people talking about me, my chest hurt again. However, this time I had friends, my friends from Mexico, so I didn’t feel as lonely as when I was a little child. We used to talk about many things until Mrs. Renata or Miss Liu told us to go to sleep, Max still called me lovely princess. Then I didn’t care about what people say, I preferred to be alone, you know, loneliness is addictive.

September 12th, I was waiting for Daesung, he was the driver who took me to any place instead of Amber. I was in the garden “hello, Miss ____” I suddenly didn’t felt the rain drops on my skin, I was being covered by an umbrella held by a guy, I saw his eyes, I couldn’t believe who I was seeing “Maybe, you don’t remember me, Miss. I’m Choi Seunghyun” I was so surprised “ye-ah I remember you, how are you today?” it was all I could be able to speak “fine, thank you, my father told me to bring you this umbrella so your clothes won’t get wet while you wait, I hope this doesn’t bother you” he explained “oh thanks” I was about to take the umbrella when Mister Choi came “Good morning, little princess, would you mind sharing your car with my son?” he asked, I shook my head “well then, Daesung is going to be here in a minute” he said before leaving.

I was quiet as always, at some point of that endless minute I felt Seunghyun eyes on me while he held the umbrella for the both of us, I looked at him so he just avoid eye contact “please, Miss ____ let me help you” Daesung arrived, he was going to open the door for me “I can do it myself, thanks” I said, I opened the door and got in, then Seunghyun did the same.

...

“Can I sit here?” Seunghyun asked me during the break “sure” I said, he was trying his best to keep talking to me “Seunghyun, you don’t have to do this” I commented “what?” I asked me confused “talking to me, is not your job” I said “But I only want to be your friend” he told me back “But you can be friends with many interesting people,” I said. “you don’t like me, do you?” he said after three seconds “I like you, but it feels strange that someone wants to be my friend” I explained him “I see”.

In no time I discovered Seunghyun has a funny and rare personality, well maybe he felt the same as me at some point of his life due to that personality.

Highschool was not as terrible as I had imagined, Seunghyun made many things better. We graduated together, we did homework together, we studied together. All that time we also were training for join the business, you know… my dad wanted us to became better than his elite group, so when we 'apply' for enter to this mafia we could be the best of them all, we were like a ‘special project’ for him.

I was in since I born, I mean I was his daughter, but… my mom decided I had to do this the right way, which was the only one that was going to teach me how to continue doing our business in the best sort of way, soon my father as obsessed with making us the best mercenaries he had ever seen .

So today, is the day… I have been preparing my clothes for the 'exam'… I guess it’s gonna be difficult. “Are you ready?” mister Choi was waiting for me, when I got in the car Seunghyun was there with a blindfold covering well his eyes “do I have to cover my eyes too?” I asked “well, you are the daughter of the boss so, I think is optional” Mister Choi commented “I’ll do it” I took off my tie and did what I said. I searched Seunghyun's hand and held it “nervous?” I asked him “a little, what about you?” I smile “a little too” he chuckled.

The car stopped “we arrived” I heard the voice of Mister Choi, we removed our blindfolds.

“So now you are going to prove if you deserve to be here, or you’re just bullshit from the ghetto” a man trying to intimidate us “this is one of the most important proves” he continues talking “you have to knock your opponent out as soon as possible” he is explaining the rules…

“Well you'll have the name of your opponent in no time, Lu Feng give them the sheets” that tall Chinese man gives us first our papers “Li Yu” Seunghyun whispered “Giorgio Sfeir” I comment what my small paper has written on. “First fight” the announcement… “Sfeir vs Zhao” no way, it’s me ‘shit’ I say to myself, I walk towards the 'arena' when I look up, I noticed that the Arab guy was enormous, I gulped “fuck is even taller than Seunghyun” I whisper, even his body was big as hell, I guess it’s over.

“Three. Two. One” that Arab guy starts moving, I’m moving as well “what about ending this fight and go for a coffee” he say flirting I just put my middle finger up “fuck you” I say smiling with an arrogant expression “don’t think that I’ll be gentle with you because you are a little girl” he says “hahaha, so cliché” he tries to punch my face, I moved quickly and kicked his face “you bitch, I really wanted to fuck you, but you’re such a pain in the ass” he tells me “c’mon man that’s why nobody wants to fuck with you” the same arrogant expression on my face.

We have punched each other a little however suddenly he knocks me down, he is punching my face hard, I'm so dizzy, my heavy breathing, my blurred vision… “____” Seunghyun worried calls me in a whisper.

I kicked him between his legs, I stand up as quick as I can although I’m still dizzy, finally I kick his head, he just fall over, I almost run to hit him again this time with my fist, everything is happening so rapidly, I cannot control my actions, it’s like instinct is taking over my body.

I punched his head so hard many times as MMA taught me “over, over” I heard that man’s voice, I stood up “y-you killed him” he says as he checks his pulse, I cannot speak “you broke his skull”. Applauses and amazement expressions were filling the air. I feel less dizzy now “nobody calls me a bitch” I said, I spit to the Arab guy, he deserved it I guess “see you in hell, piece of shit” I murmur.

I walk to my designated place, near to Seunghyun's. “Are you okay?” he’s more worried than I thought “yeah” I sat down, all the guys there are looking at me, I just wipe some blood off my face and check my nose. “Miss ___, let me check you” mister Choi kneels in front of me “no, it’s okay” if Mister Choi did so, everyone would think I have privileges, that's not gonna be good for me in the future.

What do you think? Let me know.

I looooooove you all!!! 💞😘

Have a good night, day Idk ♥️

Alex

#t.o.p x reader #bigbangxreader #g dragon x reader #mafia au #bigbang stories #bigbang mafia #daesung x reader #kpop x reader #kpop stories #kpop #kpop mafia au

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angstmatsuscenarios · 6 years

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(I'm not one to comment anywhere since I'm a lil shy but here goes ╥﹏╥) : Choro is the new kid in a new school and gets bullied for being a nerd and for liking anime (typical tbh) until one day a s/o confronts the bullies and helps poor Choro ;w;

Ahh thank you for sending such a great request! Poor Choro baby…hopefully you enjoy this! Warning for bullying under the cut:

Choromatsu hadn’t wanted to go to a different school as his brothers. He hadn’t expected to, either, until the results of his high school placement test came in. Choromatsu had done significantly better than his brothers, and as a result had gotten into a different school as they had.

At first, he’d been thrilled, thinking all his hard work had been worthwhile. He was finally being recognized for his intelligence! If he got into a good high school now, he could get into a great college later! But the more he thought about it, the more it sunk in: he was going to be all alone at this new school, without his brothers or even any of his friends at his side. And his new school was farther from home, too—his brothers could walk to their school, but he’d have to take the bus downtown. A long, lonely bus ride every morning, which also meant having to get up earlier than his brothers too.

He tried to convince himself everything was going to be fine, that this was a great opportunity and he should be more enthusiastic about it. He was still telling himself this as he boarded the bus on his first day of school, and rode into town all on his own.

I put in a lot of hard work to achieve this, after all, he told himself. I should be happy I can reach my goals like this. And maybe this is a chance to meet new people. That’ll be good for me, won’t it?

He was partially right, at least. He did meet new people—but not the way he was hoping to.

When he stopped at his locker to put away his things, the lock got stuck, and he had to struggle for several minutes to get it open. He could hear a student next to him snicker.

“Having some trouble there, nerd?” he remarked, smirking in a way that made Choromatsu feel bad inside.

“Um, a little…I can deal with it,” Choromatsu mumbled, blushing hard. He didn’t know how to respond to such a direct attack.

“You know, that’s the locker they give to all the weak geeks around here…so I guess that’s you from now on!” The student cackled meanly, slamming his own locker shut before waltzing away.

Choromatsu swallowed hard and bit the inside of his cheek, finally managing to open his locker door. What was that about…? I’ve only been here a few minutes and I’m already being picked on…I hope the rest of the day goes better.

It didn’t.

In homeroom, a student snickered and mockingly pointed out Choromatsu’s favorite anime keychain, which was clipped to his bag. They called him a nerdy otaku over that, and pretty soon everyone in the classroom was laughing at him. He sank down as far as he could in his seat, his cheeks burning.

At lunch, he’d tripped and fallen, spilling his food on the floor and prompting more laughter from everyone. Choromatsu had no choice but to slink shamefully back to his desk. He didn’t have anything to eat that day, but it didn’t matter. His stomach was too twisted up in knots for him to be hungry.

By the time school was finally out for the day, Choromatsu breathed a huge sigh of relief as he rushed to leave as fast as he could. At least he could go home for the day and forget about this nightmare.

Maybe I just had a bad first day, he thought, with optimism he didn’t feel. Maybe tomorrow will be better…

But it wasn’t. And neither was the day after that. For the whole week, Choromatsu was teased and tormented by his classmates. They picked on him over his anime merchandise, for his glasses, for stuttering when he was called on unexpectedly in class. One student grabbed his keychain and played catch with it with their friends, and Choromatsu tried desperately to get it back but failed. At lunchtime, he couldn’t stand eating in the classroom with everyone else, so he hid out in the library and pretended to study. A few times, he couldn’t take the bullying anymore, and holed up in a bathroom stall while he cried quietly to himself.

This was the worst. It seemed like everyone hated him for no reason, and he had no one there to back him up. Not his brothers, or his friends. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell his family what was going on, because he didn’t want them to feel bad for him or suggest he transfer schools. Not that he didn’t want to do that, it was that he would feel guilty and a little ashamed after all his hard work for him to get here. But it all left him feeling miserable, and he dreaded each day back at that horrible place.

The weekend was a nice reprieve, but when Monday rolled around it was his worst day yet. Someone had planted a chewed-up piece of gum on his desk chair without him realizing, so he sat right on it and wound up with sticky gum all over his school uniform. Another student spilled water on his math homework (“accidentally,” they claimed—as if), and Choromatsu had to explain to the teacher that he’d need to redo his homework, which didn’t go over well. He didn’t even want to eat lunch that day—instead he stayed in the bathroom the whole time, crying and trying to tell himself to calm down.

I don’t want to be at this terrible school anymore…I thought I could handle it, but this is too much for me. I want to leave…I need to. I hope no one will be disappointed in me…

He wished he could stay in there for the rest of the day, but unfortunately he knew he’d have to exit eventually. It was probably better he do that now, rather than try to waste away the entire school day here. Reluctantly, he opened the door to his stall and stepped out, relieved no one else was there at the moment. He washed his hands slowly, dawdling as long as he could, before finally working up the nerve to walk back out into the hallway.

“Look, it’s the otaku nerd!”

The second he was out Choromatsu heard someone behind him shout out that nickname in the nastiest, most taunting voice ever. The remark was met with uproarious laughter from other students nearby. He felt like he’d been punched in the stomach.

Just ignore him. Keep walking.

He resolved to do that, and took a determined step forward. But before he could advance too far someone off to the side of the hall stuck out his leg, causing Choromatsu to trip. He stumbled, flailing desperately to regain his balance, but ended up landing on the floor with his books scattered around him.

“Whoops! Sorry, little nerd, did I do that?” The student cackled menacingly.

Choromatsu slowly pushed himself up to his knees, keeping his eyes on the floor on all his scattered papers and books, trying to tune out the mean laughter that surrounded him. His eyes stung with tears, his chest heaving with repressed sobs.

I hate it here. I hate it here so much. Please, I just want out…

“Hey! What do you all think you’re doing?”

A sudden voice, one Choromatsu didn’t recognize, reverberated so loudly through the hallway it made everyone go immediately silent. Choromatsu brushed his tears away and lifted his head in the direction of the voice, almost fearful of what was coming next.

To his surprise, a student he hadn’t seen before was marching down the hallway toward him, shooting daggerlike glares at everyone they passed on their way over.

“Seriously, what is wrong with you people?” the student demanded, shooting them another sharp, accusatory look. “Just because some new student comes in wearing glasses who likes anime, you all descend on him like he’s your prey! No one is your prey!”

“We were just having some fun!” a female student retorted with an annoyed huff.

“Well, there are plenty of things you can do for fun that don’t involve harassing students for stupid reasons,” the student asserted, now standing right next to Choromatsu with their arms crossed over their chest. “So why don’t you all just go away and get a life already?”

The students were grumbling in irritation, sending them glares as they stalked off. No one seemed all that willing to quit, but at least they begrudgingly did so.

The student let out a sigh, then turned to Choromatsu with concern in their eyes. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” they asked, kneeling down next to him and starting to gather his books. “Here, let me help you.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Choromatsu responded, a little caught off guard by what had happened. “Um…did you really just…defend me to the whole school?”

“Well, someone has to do it.” The student smiled, and Choromatsu noticed with a flush to his cheeks how cute they looked. “Stick up for the underdogs, you know? They picked on me when I first started here, too. Eventually they move on.”

“Why would they pick on you?” Choromatsu asked, as they stood up and the student handed over his books. “Oh, I mean, if you don’t mind telling me…it’s just you seem so take-charge that I can’t imagine anything getting to you…and they all obeyed you, so…I think I’ll just shut up now.” Why was this person leaving him so flustered and tongue-tied? He could feel his blushing intensify.

The student laughed good-naturedly. “It’s okay. Like I said, they move on over time, but they made fun of me a lot for some of the same reasons they did you. Especially the anime part.”

“You like anime?” Choromatsu asked. “Wow…”

“Oh yeah! I have a lot of favorite series…oh, sorry, I’m getting off track.” The student shook their head slightly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine…just a bruised ego, I guess.” Choromatsu tried to laugh it off, too, though it was harder for him.

“Well, if you ever need anything, just let me know, okay? I’m happy to help.” The student beamed, sending an arrow stabbing through Choromatsu’s heart. There was just something about this person…he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, but it made Choromatsu feel warm and fuzzy inside.

This isn’t…a crush, is it…?

“Th-thank you,” he sputtered awkwardly, and then hated himself for it. Ugh, try to sound a little cool at least.

“You’re welcome! I need to head to class now, but hopefully I’ll bump into you again soon. Maybe we can hang out later!” The student waved as they darted down the hall toward their class.

Choromatsu waved limply back, just a little lovestruck. It didn’t occur to him until he was heading back to his classroom, bracing himself for another torrent of insults, that he realized he’d never gotten the student’s name.

Crap! I hope we really do bump into each other again soon, then I’ll find out what it is. It’d make a huge difference, actually having a friend at this school…

He smiled just a little, for the first time since school started. He still wasn’t sure he wanted to stay here for good, or if everyone else would gang up on him and start teasing him again…but maybe there was at least one reason to keep giving it a try.

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