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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 08

I’m literally over the moon with how kind you all are with your responses to this. I’m so happy you are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it. <3

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Some confessions are made...but will the big one be made? I don’t know, guess you’ll have to just read it to see!

WARNINGS: Sticking with the fluff for now. And the slow burn. I’m fan of a good slow burn. Also sorry if it’s kinda short! My week has been crazy so far and I hardly could find time to sit down and type this out. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 8

“Hey, can I tell you something?” Eddie asked quietly. I heard the blankets rustle on the floor as he rolled towards me.

I felt a pinch in my stomach. The air hitched in my lungs. “Yeah,” I breathed out, rolling onto my back. I stared at the ceiling as I waited for Eddie to continue speaking. The silence seemed to drag on for too long.

“I’m happy you came to Hawkins,” Eddie finally said. It came out in a rush. I opened my mouth to respond but he kept talking. “I’m happy that the stupid guitarist of that stupid band who was supposed to play at the festival with us broke his hand. I’m happy that your band was able to play it. I’m happy that you helped me carry the amp back to the van that night. I’m happy that Dustin bailed on us on Halloween. I’m happy that you came to see the band the other night.”

“Eddie-” I stuttered in the dark.

“I’m not finished,” he said, “I’m happy you brought me food tonight because of course you did. And I’m happy that it snowed and you have to stay here for the night.” He paused for a moment. “Basically, I’m just happy that we met. I’m happy to know you,”

There was a very heavy silence when he stopped talking. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought he most certainly could hear it. My mouth felt dry but the rest of my body was sweaty. I eventually rolled over so that I was almost at the edge of the bed. Eddie was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His hands were resting on his chest, his fingers laced together. I let my hand drop and I reached out for him. I wiggled my fingers until he turned to look at me and slipped his hand in mine.

“I’m happy we met too,” I said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m glad to know you. Like, really know you,”

Eddie nodded and brushed his thumb over my fingers. His skin was rough, but I liked the way it felt against mine. His eyes were glossy in the dim light. He was staring at our connected hands. Then his eyes flicked up and met mine. I felt my cheeks flush.

“Would you just get up here?” I asked. “I feel too guilty making you sleep on the floor,”

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” Eddie said, rubbing my fingers as he said it.

“You’re just saying that,” I said. “I’ve done enough floor camp outs to know you can never put down enough blankets to make the floor comfortable. Just get up here, there’s enough space,”

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “it’s not like anything hinky is gonna happen, we’re friends,”

“Right,” Eddie sighed as he sat up.

I scooted over against the wall as Eddie pulled the sheets and blankets back. I felt so small as he crawled in next to me. He lay facing me and I couldn’t help but notice how much more of the bed he took up than I did.

“You’re so small,” Eddie chuckled, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Hey,” I teased, “that’s rude,”

“Like look at you though,” he laughed. “This is ridiculous,”

“You’re being rude,” I said.

“I’m stating the obvious,” Eddie said.

“Are we going to talk all night or are we actually going to sleep?” I asked.

“There’s other things people do during the night that isn’t either of those things,” Eddie muttered.

“Yeah other things that other people do,” I said. “You’ve come to the wrong bed if that’s what you’re looking for,”

“If my memory is serving me correctly, you’re the one invited me up here and it’s my bed anyway,”

“Shut up,” I said, elbowing him.

I rolled over away from him. He was still chuckling as he rolled onto his back.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Eddie said.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” I said.

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When I woke up the next morning, I was curled up against Eddie, with my head resting on his shoulder. Early morning sun was peaking through the slats in the shades, drawing lines over the room. Eddie was lying on his back, his hair sprawled around his head. It brushed against my nose. I sleepily swiped it again and my hand landed on Eddie’s chest. I was only half awake and didn’t realize where my hand was now resting. Still asleep, Eddie mumbled something and then his hand slipped up and met mine on his chest.

It was the sound of the front door of the trailer closing that made me fully wake up. I froze in place against Eddie’s body. His eyelids fluttered as he woke up. I felt his body tense and then he was sitting up. I decided it would be best to just act like I was still waking up and that I hadn’t been aware of the fact that I was cuddled up to him like a kitten.

Eddie nudged my shoulder gently with his hand. “Hey, Y/N. I think my uncle made it home. I’m going to go see how he’s doing,”

I sat up next to him and started to pull the blankets away from my legs. But then I realized that the shirt he had given me to sleep in had completely ridden up above my hips while I was sleeping.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked.

“I’ve had a wardrobe malfunction,” I said.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” Eddie smirked.

He stood up from the bed and stepped over the blankets he had left on the floor the previous night. I watched him from the bed until he stepped out of the room. I crawled out of bed and slipped my jeans on. I left Eddie’s shirt on - I wasn’t quite ready to give it up.

Once I had pants on, I stepped out of the room. Eddie sat at the kitchen table with his uncle. Wayne looked absolutely beat. They both were picking at the Thanksgiving leftovers I had brought the night before.

“Hi there, Miss Y/LN,” Wayne said.

“Hi Mr. Munson,” I said, quietly. “How are you?”

“I’m tired as hell,” he said, “but at least I’m home. Just telling Eddie that it finally stopped snowing at about two in the morning. Me and few guys decided to chance it. Still took an hour to get home,”

“Did the others stay at the plant over night?” I asked, taking a seat next to Eddie at the table.

“Yeah,” Wayne sighed. “They had longer drives though. There was no way in hell I was gonna stay at that plant all night. I already spend too much time there,”

“Glad you’re home safe,” Eddie said, tossing a piece of stuffing into his mouth.

“Me too,” Wayne said. “And I’m glad you kids are safe,”

“Thank you for letting me stay here,” I said.

“You’re more than welcome.” Wayne said. “Thank you for bringing us all this food. That was quite kind of you,”

“You’re welcome,” I said.

“Looks like we’re gonna need it,” Eddie said. “Those roads still won’t be cleared for a while. If it didn’t stop snowing until two, they won’t be cleared yet,” Eddie turned to me with a wicked grin on his face. “Looks like you’re stuck a little while longer,”

“Oh God,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You mean I have to keep putting up with you? I don’t know if I can take it, I may have to chance getting home,”

“I’m hurt,” Eddie said, placing a hand over his chest.

“Good,” I smirked.

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I ended up staying at the Munson’s for most of the morning. Eddie and I were both of break from school because of the holiday and we were both were thankful for the respite. In our study sessions, I could tell he was trying desperately to graduate this year. It wasn’t that Eddie was dumb or stupid or any of the ridiculous excuses people made up for why he hadn’t gotten out of high school yet. It was because he was focused on everything outside of high school. He focused on the real things, like what he was passionate about and what he wanted to do with himself once he was independent. Sure, he struggled in school, but it wasn’t because he couldn’t understand the concepts taught in his classes. He just couldn’t focus long enough to listen to them. He had been working hard for the last few weeks though. I could see it in our time spent working together. Eddie had done the work and his grades were rising.

My own academic career was going more than fine. It wasn’t without hard work though. I had spent most of my free time for the last month working on homework and then prepping for midterms. My grades were good. I was happy with them. I was set to pass all of my classes. It certainly felt good to have a break though. Especially when that meant I could see Eddie.

“Teach me like, one new chord on the guitar, we’ve got the time,” I said.

“Um aren’t we on break?” Eddie asked. “You’re not tutoring me over this break, so no guitar lessons?”

“That’s not fair,” I whined from my place on the bed.

“How is it not fair?” Eddie asked. Even though he was protesting my suggestion, he still pulled his guitar down from its place of glory on the wall.

“Because guitar lessons are fun,” I said.

“For you maybe,” Eddie said. “Don’t you know how stressful it is to see you handle my baby?”

“Don’t you know how stressful it is for me to watch you solve a math problem?” I teased.

“Shush,” Eddie said, “Here,”

He handed me the guitar as he sat down with me. I held it in my lap, the weight of it pressing into my leg. He decided to teach me F major. Eddie pointed out which frets to put my fingers on. My hands were child sized and hardly fit on his guitar. He spent most of his time grumbling about this and suggesting I buy a smaller guitar.

“No, move this finger over,” Eddie said. “A bit further, now put the other one here,” he added as he picked my fingers up and moved them on the guitar neck. “Ugh, let me just show you,” he said.

I went to hand him the guitar, but he moved behind me and placed his hand over mine. I could feel his legs on either side of me and his chest pressed up against my back. If he couldn’t hear my heart beating he most definitely would feel it in this position. Eddie pushed my fingers around with his and then held them in place. He reached his other arm around me and then strummbed the guitar.

“See?” Eddie asked, peaking his head around my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Yeah,” I said, breathlessly.

“Now you try,” Eddie said. I clumsily strummed the strings as Eddie held my fingers in place on the neck. “There you go, now you can officially play F major. A few more chords and you’ll be able to play any song you want,”

Eddie moved so he was sitting beside me again. We began to review chords that he had taught me in our previous lessons but all I could think about was his body pressed up against mine.

Around noon, we saw a snow plow going through the trailer park. I called home to let Aunt Claudia know I was on my way. She was more upset that her Black Friday shopping plans had been canceled than she was about my sleeping over at a boy’s house.

The roads had definitely been worked on over the morning, but they still weren’t great. It took me at least twice as long to get home as it normally would. When I got home, I hugged Aunt Claudia in the kitchen and grabbed a plate of food she had made for me out of the microwave. I went to go find Dustin in his room.

“Hey, you’re alive!” he laughed from his place on his bed as I entered the room. He was still in his pajamas and reading an X-Men comic.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “It was a close call for a minute there,”

“It got crazy last night. I haven’t seen it snow this early for a while in Hawkins,”

“It better snow like this on Christmas,” I said. “They wrote that “White Christmas” song about me, ya know,”

I sat down on the bed with Dustin and he started excitedly telling me about his comic. About halfway through his explanation of Jean Grey’s transformation into the Phoenix, Dustin stopped talking.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, “that’s not you’re shirt, you didn’t have that on when you left,”

I looked down and realized I was still wearing Eddie’s clothes. I froze and tried ot think of something to say that didn’t make it sound like Eddie and I had hooked up.

“It’s Eddie’s,” I said. “He gave it to me to sleep in and I must’ve just forgotten to change out of it before I left,”

“What about your shirt from last night?” Dustin asked.

“Shit,” I said, biting down on my lip.

I had left my clothes at Eddie’s. Well fuck.

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Chapter 08

While the cops had been called, it was the local news station that got there first. The once empty woods was suddenly full of people peeping, pleading to procure a parable from my personage. Of course, top priority belonged to the victims of the whole ordeal. While I had been busy thwarting the likes of Larry Lemonade, Felix DID find another entrance to the cave.

And with it, Red and Maybelle Fawcett tied and gagged in the back room.

But that hardly mattered now. My more sociable sidekick had set on making them tea to relax their nerves, and once reporters arrived on the scene I had set on retelling the tale with every passion within me!

Unfortunately, the police had arrived shortly afterwards, and with it… taking my attention away from the lovely redhead fluttering her lashes my way. I was prepared to make a fuss about it. Who dared to interrupt the hero who had cracked open the lid on the whole case and thwart the thief?!

It was our old pal Constable Ogol who wanted my testimony first. Her glare was intense, and I’m sure the smug grin on my face wasn’t helping the matter any. But could you blame me? She HAD called me useless the last we spoke!

“Well well well, if it isn’t the Constable.” I greeted her. “ Last we spoke, I believe you were working on a case of your own. How did that go for ya, mac?”

The way she glared down at me, a puff of smoke exiting her nose as she snorted, told me it hadn’t gone well. I’ll admit, her sour mood may have felt kind of nice this time around.

“So, we had the wrong wolf.” She admitted, and I almost couldn’t believe it.

“You’re darn right you had the wrong wolf!” Her frown deepened and she took out her little notepad and began asking her questions.

“Larry Lemonade, huh? What did he want the Fawcetts for?”

She knew why! I’m sure she must have been briefed on the whole ordeal. And if not, well, there were very few reasons anybody snatched up anyone, I suppose. No matter, I wasn’t about to turn down another retelling of my heroic deeds.

“Ransom, naturally. He knew Maybelle’s son just so happened to be pretty well off, and no doubt planned to squeeze him for every dime he had.”

“Uh huh. And how, pray tell, did you figure this out? How did you even find this guy?”

At this I momentarily stumbled. I.. wasn’t exactly keen on sharing the fact I may have dug my own grave, with getting tied to Rumpelstiltskin. But surely she didn’t need to know all that… right?

Right.

I straightened myself up, making myself look broader as I wagged my head with pride.

“Well, if you must know, I took inspiration from you.”

“Me?”

Now this clearly caught the ogress off guard. And I must admit, the way it made her face light up in youthful surprise will be enough to keep me fueled with my gloating for some time to come.

“Yes, you.” I looked at my claws, inspecting them as if the conversation was trite-- a huge contrast to the giddiness I could barely contain. “ It was you that suggested meeting friends down at the pub. Mentioned meeting mutuals meandering about with information. You didn’t believe he was behind the crime, but seeing as I knew it wasn’t me… I had nothing to lose.”

This was followed by a grumble, as Constable Ogol was busy jotting down my every word-- and I could tell she was hating it all the while. Especially as she had to ask her follow up:

“How, exactly, did you apprehend the suspect?”

Ah, my favorite question! I flashed the constable my best smile and answered her inquiry.

“Larry Lemonade was no match for my wit, my muscle...” I pulled out my trusty tranquilizer gun, being careful not to point it at her, and patted it affectionately. “Or my sharp shooting. Yup! One dart from this baby and he was out like a light.”

I took this moment to, perhaps a bit foolishly, spin said gun around my furred finger ... and regretted it a moment later when I heard it fire and felt a sharp pain in my foot. I glanced down, my moment in the proverbial sun extinguished along with the light fading from my vision.

“That’s… not good.” I slurred, even as I found myself falling face first into darkness-- and no doubt into the arms of the looming annoyed ogress.

The case of HOW I got home after the embarrassing fumble… well. Let’s just say that was a mystery for another day.

Right now I earned a well deserved nap.

THE END

#Big Bad: A Detective Story #norman d wolf #constable ogol #chapter 08 #the end

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The Chemist chapter 8

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Chapter 8

The pictures that were Daniel but at the same time weren’t.

The holes in the file on Daniel’s history, the missing photos.

Time, dates, birth dates —the easiest small changes to make if you wanted to hide something.

Daniel’s strange reluctance to believe what he was seeing when he looked at the spy images.

His struggles with loyalty.

Those long, long fingers.

“Other Daniel,” she whispered.

Is this book seriously trotting out the “evil identical twin” trope? JFC stop.

She nodded to the photographs scattered on the floor. He seemed to notice them for the first time. He leaned over to examine one, then bent down to grab it. Then the one underneath, and the next. He crumpled t

hem in his fist.

“Where did you get these?” “Compliments of a small department working for the American government—entirely off the books. I used to be in their employ. They asked me to freelance.”

His face contorted in outrage. “This is highly classified!”

“You wouldn’t believe my clearance level.”

And what? He thought that somebody grabbed Daniel, took him to a farmhouse dozens of miles outside of the city, and started torturing him… FOR FUNSIES?!

“Well, since you already know the details, I guess it’s not a huge breach of policy for me to tell you that I shut down the de la Fuentes situation six months ago. De la Fuentes’s death is not common knowledge. What’s left of the cartel is keeping this quiet so they don’t appear vulnerable to the competition.”

Naturally, the mysterious government agency that couldn’t be bothered to find out that Kevin Beach is still alive, also can’t be bothered to find out that the terrorist HASN’T BEEN ALIVE FOR HALF A YEAR.

First things first. She reset the screen saver on her computer to come on after fifteen minutes of inactivity.

I love how she knocks Kevin out, and the first thing she does is the most inane activity imaginable.

Explaining things? Pfft! Not in this book!

Back to Other Daniel. The Batsuit was a chore to remove.

The stupidest thing about this is that as soon as Julie saw him, she identified him as Kevin Beach, Daniel’s supposed-to-be-dead identical twin brother.

SO WHY THE FUCKITY FUCK IS SHE STILL CALLING HIM “OTHER DANIEL” AND “BATMAN”?!

There would be repercussions to deal with. She needed time to rest and heal —time no one was going to give her.

Chapter 8 summary: Julie tells the mystery man (she will not stop calling him “Batman” because he’s dressed in all black; I refuse to stoop to her level of stupidity) that she’s sedated Daniel. The mystery man then ties Julie to a chair, and takes the gas mask off. Julie is surprised that it’s Daniel’s identical twin brother… the one who’s supposed to be dead.

He then finds the photos of him talking to the Mexican drug lord who’s supposed to be in charge of this terrorist attack. Julie spills everything, about the attempts on her life, about being asked to step in to deal with “Daniel”. She guesses from the gun Kevin has that he’s CIA, but that if not even her agency knew Kevin was still alive, that he’s working off the books with this one. Kevin is more angry that somebody tortured his brother than the fact that somebody’s clearly setting both Julie and Kevin up (and using Daniel as bait).

Julie then… somehow or another, gases both Kevin and his giant dog. Julie holds her breath, and despite the fact that her hands are zip-tied behind her back, she manages to put the gas mask on. She frees herself before she locks the dog into a room, and parks the car in front of the door to prevent it from getting out. After that, she checks Daniel’s body all over more closely for a tracking device, and finds one “nestled against his femoral artery”. She figures that it sent out an alert when she started torturing Daniel, which is why Kevin swooped in to save the day.

She then resets her broken nose. And will not shut up about the mysterious chemical concoction she made that she nicknamed “survive”. It’s kept intentionally vague, but the only thing I can think about is that it’s mainly to hide how dumb the entire thing is. She then passes out on the cot.

#The Chemist #chapter 08 #Julie Fortis #Daniel Beach #Kevin Beach #why would you write this?#what is this bullshit?#shitty government is shitty #headdesking

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how it feels to read chapter 14 but still have to do event dailies afterwards

#gotta put on my big boy cow hat and get my rules-07-08 done while chugging my expiring energy potions #YES me getting emotional staring at rei and garu just CONTEMPLATING together #old fox only being a mild menace. like an intrusive thought rather than a front and centre megaphone screaming menace #gotta respect.... the solemnity.........#holds tightly onto garu during chapter 14 and swaps to the event where i hold onto garu for different more lighthearted reasons #desert of dusk #nu carnival #eiden #rei #garu

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Pretty boy please <3

WIP Wednesday 1/31/24 (Closed) | Pretty Boy

Andrew had hated how Neil had drawn his eye before. He was some boring brown haired and brown eyed nothing from the middle of bum-fuck nowhere Arizona. He should not have kept drawing Andrew's eye the way he did.

He lashed out at Neil but at the same time he couldn't help but try and justify his own damnable interest by putting Neil in some decent clothes.

It'd been a mistake.

It was a mistake he wanted to keep making though.

#FIC: Pretty Boy #AFTG #AFTG Fic #Andrew Minyard #Neil Josten #Andreil #Pretty Boy - Chapter 3 - 08 #1-31-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #03

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♡ Otherside Picnic ♡

#otherside picnic #urasekai picnic #soratori #sorawo kamikoshi #toriko nishina #manga #pinkmanga #mangaedit #yuri #yurimanga #yuriedit #shoujo ai #shoujoaiedit #urapi - chapter 08

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Madara Golden Age : Chapter 8

the core of ninjutsu ~ Izuna POV

Previous chapters on A03

Izuna POV, Warring States Era fic, Uchiha-centric, graphic violence, mostly canon compliant, seinen style, madaracore

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"Madara, here you are! I was waiting for you outside the compound!" I shout out while coming inside the main training building and joining him on top of the stands.

"I was on my way. I took some weapons from the storehouse and… I've been distracted," he holds firmly the grip of his sword hanging on his sash.

He's disgruntled. I can hear it by his forced sarcastic tone. I watch over the crowded ground. A hundred people are busy fighting an invisible opponent, repeating the same kata movements again and again until it is imprinted in their muscles. Others are stretching their body, or wrapping their hands and feet before boxing a bag of sand. Nothing out of the norm, but if I judge by Madara's body language, he's fuming...

Don't forget to like, comments, reblog and share if you like the story❤️. the author loves attentions and proofs of love. It makes the next chapters magically comes up quickly. It's proven by science. source : Trust me, bro.

read the whole chapter on A03

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Dark Era Akutagawa embroidered shirt my beloved

#More in general Dark Era Akutagawa my beloved #ryūnosuke akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #q.#21/08/22 #Mmh... Reconsiderations were made since I posted this #I don't think the embroidery is a characteristic of the Dark Era shirt anymore. But I still like to think it's a different one #Besides the depiction of the shirt details is quite inconsistent...#If you look at the last page of chapter 20 / volume 5 there is focus that looks wide enough you should definitely be able to see–#the embroidery‚ and yet it's perfectly plain. Then again in the following chapter there's several panels where you can see the lines...#In the end it's probably just an artistic choice lead by wanting to avoid the eye to be distracted by other details–#where the focus should be on the face #There is a sensible difference between Dark Era Akutagawa and current Akutagawa though: the way he wears Dazai's coat #In the way he wears the collar; currently it's high up while it used to be down‚ adherent to the neckline #It's cute. I love Dark Era Akutagawa. Current timeline Akutagawa could die and I wouldn't really care–#but Dark Era Akutagawa is someone I feel true emphaty towards and I wish to be happy

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The pre-dawn light filtered through your curtains, painting the room in soft hues of gray and blue. You stirred, a slow smile playing on your lips as you remembered the night's events months ago.

The thought of attending U.A., a mere suggestion transformed into a reality, held a strange allure. It wasn't the prospect of heroism that excited you, but the promise of something new, a crack in the monotony of your existence.

Reaching for your phone, you saw a message from Bakugo.

𝐏𝐎𝐌-𝐏𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐔𝐏 Be at the entrance by 7:30 sharp Don't be late. Or else.

The last sentence was punctuated with a single, explosive exclamation mark, a classic Bakugo signature. You chuckled softly, a low rumble in your chest. "Good puppy," you murmured to yourself, the nickname taking on a new meaning in your mind.

The rest of the morning unfolded in a leisurely manner. Unlike Bakugo, who likely woke up at the crack of dawn and launched himself into some pre-exam training ritual, you opted for a more relaxed approach.

You lounged around in your room, absentmindedly squeezing and stretching one of your mother's many stress balls. Each satisfying squish was a small rebellion against the looming entrance exam, a reminder that the facade of normalcy you maintained still held some power.

As you contemplated the upcoming challenges, a detached amusement settled over you. You envisioned the predictable strategies of the other hopeful heroes, and found yourself lacking any real sense of anticipation. It all seemed so… ordinary.

Just then, the shrill blare of your alarm clock pierced the quiet. With a sigh, you acknowledged that even an eternity could feel dull after a while. The entrance exam awaited, and with it, a chance to stir things up a bit.

A glint of something akin to excitement flickered in your yellow eyes.

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You arrived at the bustling entrance of U.A. High, the air thick with nervous energy. Students milled about, a cacophony of excited chatter and worried mumbles filling the air.

Many wore the familiar uniforms of middle schools across the city, their faces a mix of determined anticipation and nervous trepidation.

There were fewer students in your own school uniform, a fact you noted with a detached curiosity.

Dodging a group of overenthusiastic students launching into a mock battle with invisible opponents, you were about to turn a corner and find a quiet spot to observe the chaos when you were suddenly slammed into by a blur of pink.

A yelp escaped the source of the collision, a girl who shot back upright with impressive speed. She bowed deeply, her apologies tumbling out in a rapid-fire stream of words. "Oh my Gods, I am so incredibly sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and—"

She cut herself off as she finally got a good look at you. Her large, black sclerae widened, the yellow irises in the center seeming to vibrate. A deep blush bloomed across her cheeks, the light pink of her skin turning a shade closer to crimson.

You tilted your head, a bemused smile playing on your lips. For a moment, you thought you might have broken her, or perhaps she'd hit her head during the collision.

Reaching out cautiously, you brushed a finger against the side of her face, expecting to encounter some sort of injury. Your finger met smooth skin, cool and flawless.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" you asked, your voice laced with a gentle concern that came naturally to you, a habit you'd picked up from your overly nurturing mother. Internally, you cursed your ingrained politeness, wondering if a more callous approach might have been more appropriate.

The girl seemed to short-circuit for a moment, her already wide eyes bulging even further. She stammered, her words tripping over each other in a frantic jumble. Finally, she managed to blurt out a single, incoherent sentence.

"Y-you're so hot, oh my Gods, ignore me!" With that, she spun on her heel and bolted away, her pink curls bouncing with each hurried step.

You blinked, left standing there with a bewildered expression slowly morphing into amusement. Here you were, about to infiltrate the most prestigious hero academy in the country, and your first encounter was with a lovestruck ball of pink.

It was a bizarre start to the day, a stark contrast to the steely resolve you'd steeled yourself with. But a flicker of amusement danced in your yellow eyes. U.A. was certainly proving to be... interesting.

"Well, wasn't that an exit," a voice drawled, snapping you out of your thoughts. Turning your head, you came face to face with a boy who looked every bit the part of a bored aristocrat.

He was of average height, his blond hair styled in a way that seemed designed to perpetually obscure one eye. His periwinkle blue irises, framed by dark lashes, were half-closed in a look of perpetual disdain. A sardonic smirk played on his lips, completing the picture of someone utterly unimpressed by the bustling activity around him.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this unexpected encounter.

There was something about him, a subtle aura of entitlement mixed with a hint of hidden potential, that piqued your curiosity.

While the other students exuded nervous energy or boisterous enthusiasm, this blond boy stood out with his air of detached amusement.

A faint whisper, "Denji," echoed in your head, a fleeting association you couldn't help but cling onto.

Deciding to give him a bit of your time, you tilted your head slightly, your yellow eyes meeting his half-closed gaze. "I'll say," you replied, your voice laced with a playful challenge. Turning your full attention towards him, you gestured towards the fleeing pinkette. "Am I that hideous that I make people run away screaming?"

The boy regarded you for a moment, a low hum escaping his lips. He seemed to ponder your question for a beat before offering a nonchalant, "Maybe, let me see." With that, he took a casual step forward, invading your personal space to get a better look at you.

You were decked out in your Aldera Junior High uniform: a classic black blazer with white and red trim hugged your frame, paired with a crisp white collared shirt and a vibrant red tie. A pleated skirt stopped just above your knees, showcasing your toned legs clad in white socks that disappeared into practical black loafers.

Your stance radiated a cool confidence, a blend of defiance and preparedness that spoke volumes about your personality.

As the sunlight fell upon you, you seemed to take on an almost ethereal glow. Your fluffy, red hair, styled in loose twists, framed your face like a halo. But it was your eyes that truly captivated the blond boy. The bright yellow irises held him in a gaze that was both intense and strangely alluring.

His reaction mirrored that of the pink girl—a blush bloomed across his cheeks, spreading like wildfire across his pale skin. He seemed momentarily speechless, his usual smirk replaced by a look of stunned admiration.

Finding his reaction humorous, a genuine smile played on your lips. You broke the silence with a playful tilt of your head, stepping closer until you were mere inches from him.

This close, he could see the faint dusting of freckles sprinkled across your nose, a charming imperfection you'd inherited from your mother.

"Well, am I ugly?" you purred, raising an eyebrow in a challenge.

The boy stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence. "Y-you..." he sputtered, completely flustered by your sudden proximity and the unexpected beauty he found himself face-to-face with. This wasn't how he'd expected his day to begin.

A slow smile spread across your face, the amusement clear in your yellow eyes. This unexpected encounter had been... enlightening.

With a playful wink and a final, teasing smile, you turned away, leaving the lovestruck blond speechless in your wake.

No need to linger any longer; the real game was elsewhere.

Fishing your phone from your pocket, you scanned Bakugo's latest message, a crudely drawn map leading to some secluded corner of the school. A satisfied hum escaped your lips. Perfect.

Just then, a gruff voice boomed from a few feet away, shattering the bubble of amusement you'd created. "Don't stand in front of me. I'll kill you."

You recognized the voice instantly. Turning your head slightly, you witnessed the explosive arrival of Katsuki Bakugo. He stormed past a familiar green-haired boy, leaving a trail of nervous mumbles in his wake.

"Erk... M-Morning! L-Let's both do our best!" Midoriya stammered, scrambling out of Bakugo's way. His voice, filled with a mix of fear and nervous determination, rang out clearly.

Several students murmured amongst themselves, their voices filled with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Hey, isn't that Bakugo? The one with the Sludge Villain?" one whispered. "Oh, he's the real thing!" another chimed in, his voice tinged with excitement.

You watched the scene unfold with a detached amusement. Seeing Bakugo effortlessly command attention, even amidst the chaos of the entrance exam, reminded you of the volatile energy he brought to everything he did.

A small smile played on your lips. Perhaps blending into the background wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

There was no need for additional attention on your first day at U.A.

Letting Bakugo be the center of the storm might be the most strategic move. You slipped away, disappearing into the crowd behind like a phantom.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket—a text from Bakugo undoubtedly. You ignored it, already finding a secluded corner that offered a clear view of the remaining students trickling in.

One face in particular caught your eye. Sitting a few rows ahead was Yumi, her presence was unmistakable. Her long, flowing hair, a vibrant shade of soft lime green—a clear inheritance from her father, Hiro, cascading down her back.

Complementing her striking hair, her soft lavender eyes, a gift from her mother, Shihsuki, mirrored the enchanting hues of twilight. They held a practiced charm, a reflection of her mother's Quirk.

You knew her Quirk, 'Absolute,' allowed her to get whatever she wanted—a power fueled by pure confidence. It was a fascinating Quirk, a twisted version of her mother's ability to draw people in and her father's knack for creation, all rolled into one.

However, the Quirk had a drawback. Yumi ran on confidence, and any situation that threatened her self-assuredness could backfire spectacularly, amplifying negativity around her. You mentally filed that information away—an interesting detail to keep in mind.

Yumi, oblivious to your scrutiny, was busy chatting with a group of girls. Her beauty mark, a tiny dot below her left eye, seemed to glitter as she laughed, her Quirk weaving its subtle magic.

You watched with a detached curiosity, wondering if her act would hold up under pressure. The entrance exam was notorious for weeding out the weak-willed, and Yumi's confidence, however potent, could crumble under the right circumstances.

You'd never had any personal issues with her, but a nagging suspicion gnawed at you that she was the one that despised your presence.

Ever since Yumi discovered the connection between you and Bakugo, a strange coldness seemed to settle in her demeanor whenever you were around.

A flashback flickered through your mind, transporting you back to a free period weeks ago.

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You were nestled comfortably in your usual seat by the window, engrossed in a book about the controversial theories and experiments of Doctor Pavolos.

A shadow fell over your page, momentarily blocking the light. Looking up, you came face-to-face with Yumi, her brow furrowed in a deep frown. Her arms were crossed defensively, and two of her friends flanked her on either side, their faces mirroring Yumi's disapproval.

"What brings you, Yumi?" you inquired, raising an eyebrow in question. Your parents had remained close friends with Hiro and Shisuki despite the unfortunate event that took palce a couple of years ago, and it had been assumed you and Yumi would naturally become best friends.

However, that bond never truly formed, leaving a gap that Yumi's current frosty demeanor only served to highlight.

Yumi rolled her eyes, her disdain thinly veiled. "My mom," she drawled, her voice dripping with forced sweetness, "thought maybe you could, like, tutor me or something." A snicker escaped her lips, quickly echoed by her giggling minions. They leaned in conspiratorially, their hushed whispers aimed at you. You could practically hear the words "ugly" and "stupid" laced with malice.

Before Yumi's charade could escalate further, a familiar voice cut through the air. Ignoring you completely, Bakugo stomped over to your desk. With a characteristic grunt, he tossed a bag of your favorite potato chips and a carton of strawberry milk tea onto your desk. "You need to stop leaving home without lunch, dumbass," he barked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

Without waiting for a response, he turned and retreated back to his seat across the room, his group of followers trailing after him like a pack of wolves. Yumi, momentarily frozen, finally found her voice. "You... you know Bakugo-kun?" she stammered, her voice laced with disbelief and a hint of something... bitter?

You shrugged, nonplussed by her reaction. "Know of him," you replied simply, your gaze returning to your book.

The encounter ended there, but it marked a shift in Yumi's behavior towards you. Her once indifferent attitude morphed into something akin to hostility. Her quips and taunts became more frequent, especially when Bakugo wasn't around.

It was clear she harbored a not-so-secret crush on the explosive blond, and seeing him acknowledge you, even in his own gruff way, had ignited a spark of envy within her.

The memory faded, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. Yumi's behavior was childish, but it served as a reminder of how inferior human emotions were, especially when jealousy reared its ugly head.

Of course, you could have easily neutralized Yumi's hostility with your powers, but causing a scene wouldn't exactly help you blend in. In fact, it would achieve the opposite.

You thrived in the shadows, manipulating situations from a distance. There was the unfortunate incident with the new literature teacher, who lasted a mere week after harshly critiquing your well-written paper. (In reality, the man's envy over your intelligence and his subsequent humiliation after you corrected him in class fueled a strange "accident" that led to his swift departure.)

A mischievous glint sparked in your yellow eyes. Using your control ability, you latched onto the hearing of a small rat scurrying near a hulking student in the back of the room. The boy's head resembled a rough-hewn rock, and various critters nestled comfortably on his broad shoulders. The rat, drawn by the scent of crumbs, scampered towards Yumi's group, providing you with the perfect opportunity to eavesdrop.

Yumi's voice, laced with a sickening amount of sweetness, filled your borrowed ears. "Finally, Bakugo will be mine," she gushes, unaware of the listening ears. "No one, especially not her," she sneers, referring to you, "can stand in my way."

Her minions echo her sentiments, their voices a chorus of agreement and disdain. "Yeah, she's got no chance," one chimes in, emboldened by Yumi's confidence.

Yumi, however, snapped at her, her voice laced with a sharp edge. "He was never interested in her! They were just childhood friends or something, nothing more!" she hissed, her carefully constructed facade momentarily crumbling.

The implication that your bond with Bakugo was insignificant, a mere childhood connection easily forgotten, sent a spark of fury coursing through you.

How dare she speak of your Bakugo... your pet, as if he were some prize to be claimed?

A predatory smirk filled your face. The entrance exam was about to begin, but it seemed you'd have a little pre-game entertainment first. Dealing with Yumi's inflated sense of self-importance was a task you could relish in.

Just as Present Mic boomed, "For all you examinee listeners tuning in, welcome to my show today! Everybody say "hey"!" you focused your control on the rat near Yumi. With a silent command, you sent it scurrying up her leg.

Surprised by the sudden movement, Yumi yelped and instinctively looked in your direction. Seizing the opportunity, you reached out with your Quirk, subtly manipulating her nervous energy.

The effect was instantaneous. Yumi's eyes widened as she launched into a booming reply to Present Mic's welcome, her voice echoing through the previously silent auditorium. "Heeeyyyy!"

Everyone's attention snapped towards the lime-haired girl, their gazes filled with a mixture of shock and amusement.

Present Mic, oblivious to your manipulation, pumped his fist in the air, mistaking Yumi's outburst for enthusiasm. "That's what I'm talking about, listeners; bring the spirit!" he cheered, further escalating the bizarre situation.

From your vantage point, you watched with detached satisfaction as Yumi's Quirk instantly backfired. Her usually vibrant green hair dimmed, mirroring her plummeting confidence. Her minions, once fueled by her Quirk to hype and covet, turned on her, their whispers laced with snide remarks.

Yumi stammered, desperately trying to regain control, but her voice came out in weak, pathetic snaps. "I—I just got a little carried away, that's all!" But her retorts fell flat, drowned out by her own nervousness and the crowd's growing murmurs.

Present Mic, ever the showman, continued his presentation. "Then I'll quickly present to you the rundown on the practical exam! Are you ready?! Yeah!" Once again, you exerted your influence, amplifying Yumi's anxieties. This time, she couldn't hold back.

With a startled yelp, Yumi jumped to her feet, her voice cracking as she echoed Present Mic's question at an ear-splitting volume. "Oh, I'm ready!" Her shout echoed, far too loud and far too earnest, drawing stares and snickers.

Bakugo, who had been observing the scene with a bored expression, let out a disgusted scoff. "Jeez, what a clowny extra," loud enough for those nearby to hear. His words, laden with contempt, seemed to echo in the suddenly quiet room, sealing Yumi's fate as the object of ridicule.

The final blow.

Tears welled up in Yumi's eyes as the auditorium erupted in stifled laughter. Shame burned on her cheeks, turning her face a vibrant shade of crimson. Without a backward glance, she bolted from the hall, tears streaming down her face.

You let out a satisfied hum, your prank complete.

Turning your attention back to Present Mic, you settled in to listen to the rest of the exam instructions, a sly smile playing on your lips.

Who knew presentations could be so entertaining?

***guess who the two unamed people were, 👀. and if you're wondering are they in the upcoming growing harem??? yeath....anywho, i have about 8 more prewriteen chapters so after ch.17, updates won't be as quick and sparodic as this, but no worries! Summer break begins May 4 for me 🥳🥳 until next updates, lovelies~

#Faster than last week #winxanity-ii Badge image.#⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 08 #Chapter 08 | conditioning the flame⌟#╰ ⌞🇨‌🇭‌🇦‌🇵‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌ 🇮‌🇳‌🇩‌🇪‌🇽‌⌝#❘ prev. chapter ❘༻✦༺❘ next chapter ❘#The pre-dawn sky bled a pale orange over the ragged silhouettes of trees in the abandoned park. A cool mist clung to the ground #swirling around your feet as you finished a series of stretches.#Opposite you stood Bakugo #his explosive blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His ragged breaths echoed in the stillness #punctuated by the rhythmic pounding of his heart.#The previous hour had been relentless. You'd pushed him through a gauntlet of sprints through the woods #dodging fallen logs and leaping over rocky outcrops.#Now #you were sparring #your movements a blur as you danced around his explosive attacks.#A well-placed side-step brought you behind him #and you delivered a sharp kick to his back #sending him staggering forward. He stumbled #catching himself on a groan-worthy grunt. You stood tall #arms crossed #a critical look on your face.#you conceded #your voice devoid of praise. “But it's not enough.” You crouched low #reaching up to brush a few damp strands of hair from his forehead.#‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-knownoevil ml #bnha x you #bnha fanfic #knownoevil #yanderes

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solradguy · 10 months

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It sucks there aren't more JP>EN translators in the GG community because it feels like I'm just pulling shit out of my ass half the time but no one's ever written me a strongly worded letter about how one of my translations is entirely wrong so it must be at least slightly convincing shit haha...

#textpost #I've been studying Japanese off and on for something like 6 years now and I still feel like an utter beginner at it ngl #The more popular my translations get the more this kinda weighs on me to be honest #There's a certain level of quality I feel obligated to maintain and if I make a mistake a LOT of people will see it now #It's not like when I first started doing these where maybe ~30 people max would see them #Some of these have had tens of thousands of views. My Twitter page's gotten 100k views in one day after posting a translation before 😬#I think I might take a short break from translating after I post GGCA 06+07 and focus on studying more before starting 08 #Chapter 08 is a really long one. It'll be easy to clean but there's a bunch of text in it #I still enjoy doing these and don't plan on stopping 100% btw. Can't stop when I haven't even gotten to the Denki Akiba chapter yet lol #But it wigs me out a little when I think too hard about all this haha #Need to become more reclusive.... Make it so you can only get my attention by hanging up bounty posters.... (JK JK JK JK)

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Diabolik lovers Angel and Devil Story [ Chapter 08 ]

Chapter 08 : Father's letter

When the sun shines its golden light through the window into the room, the beautiful goddess is sleeping peacefully in the arms of the devil. She has reached freedom in her dreams. She flies to touch the blue heart of the sky. But this time she is not alone in this dream. This time someone is with her. Her small and thin body has been carried on his arms and the devil carries her to the sky. He puts his face in the golden hair of his goddess to smell her sweet fragrance. He kisses her small red cheek and puts his hand in the hand of his beautiful goddess and holds it tightly. He never wants to let go of this hand.

The goddess smiles in this beautiful dream. She can finally smile. Can feel happiness. The beautiful goddess can feel the love between herself and him. A love that grows bigger and bigger every moment in her heart. She wants to stay forever and ever in this dream and in the arms of her lover. The goddess never wants to wake up from this dream.

Yui puts her head on Ruki's chest and smiles in her sweet sleep. She was able to escape from the dark world for a while and reach freedom in her dreams. A dream of freedom in which she was not alone this time. Yui keeps whispering Ruki's name in this sweet dream. This dream was like a bridge to a beautiful future. Yui wished to stay in Ruki's arms forever.

_Yui is sleeping in Ruki's arms and Ruki gently shakes her to wake her up.

* Rustle Rustle *

Ruki: Yui?!

Yui: Mmm...

* Rustle Rustle *

Ruki: Yui. Wake Up.

Yui: .... Mmmm.....ha .. Good morning Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Good morning. Now that you have woken up, please take your hand off my shirt. I can't move when you hold my clothes tightly like this.

Yui: Huh?

_Yui notices her situation in Ruki's arms and quickly tries to get out of Ruki's arms.

*Rustle*

Yui: Oh. I'm really sorry Ruki-Kun. I did not realize when I came into your arms. I'm sorry.

Ruki: You are so stupid. Do you know that leaving yourself so defenseless in the arms of a vampire is very dangerous?

Yui: I...

Ruki: Pffff.... Hahaha..... stupid girl. If you want to get my attention, just tell me. I am willing to pay attention to you as your master.

_Ruki goes to Yui on the bed and tilts his head towards Yui, which makes Yui blush.

Ruki: Be quick. tell me what do you want ?

Yui: Mmmm... Ruki-kun, you misunderstood. I came into your arms only in my sleep without realizing it.

Ruki: Hehe. Don't try to lie.

Yui: .......!

Ruki: You don't have to say anything. Your face tells me everything. If this is your wish, I will gladly give you my fangs.

Yui: No... wait......

_Ruki bites Yui's neck and sucks her blood.

Yui: Ahhh….

Ruki: Mmm...

*slurp slurp*

Ruki: Your blood tastes different. So this means that the condition has improved. You don't have a cold anymore. This is great. Now, as a reward for taking care of you, I want to suck you more.

*Gulp Gulp*

Yui: Aaahhh..... Ruki-kun....

Ruki: Yui... stay still. Your blood belongs to me...

*slurp slurp*

Ruki: (Not only your blood but also you belong to me. You are only mine. I will not let anyone take you away from me. I want to always feel your warmth in my arms.)

_Ruki continues to suck Yui's blood.

* TIMESKIP *

Ruki: And that's it. Thank you for the meal.

Yui: .......

Ruki: What is your problem?

Yui: Huh? Nothing. No matter.

Ruki: How many times do I have to tell you, don't lie to me. I can read your mind very easily.

Yui: ..... well ..... I .....

Ruki: If you are not feeling well, you can rest at home today. Don't worry, I will take care of you.

Yui: No, Ruki-kun. I'm fine... just...

Ruki: Just what?

Yui: Can I hug you? (Haaaaaaaaa? I can't believe I asked him this.)

Ruki: Hmmm...... Hehe.....

Yui: Please don't laugh Ruki-kun. Don't make fun of me .

Ruki: I can't believe it. You want to hug me. What happened to that rebellious livestock that was running away from me. Are you sure this is you?

Yui: Ruki-kun....

Ruki: Haha. It can't be helped. When you look at me with those eyes, I can't deny it. There is no problem, come in my arms.

_Ruki opens his arms and guides Yui towards his arms. Yui goes to Ruki's arms with trembling and worried steps and hugs him.

*Rustle*

Ruki: You are very cheeky to try to attract your master's attention like this.

Yui: ......

Ruki: Hahaha. It's okay. You can stay in my arms as much as you like to feel better. (I don't want to leave you either. So stay by my side and in my arms forever)

Yui: Thank you Ruki-kun.

_Ruki buries his head in Yui's hair and kisses her hair.

*smooch*

Ruki: Your hair is very soft and it tickles my skin.

*sniff sniff*

Ruki: Mmmm... you smell good. Your smell is like the smell of flowers.

Yui: Ruki-kun.....

Ruki: Hah. What's your problem ? You were looking for your master's attention, now I am paying attention to you as your master.

Yui: It's embarrassing.

Ruki: You are very pure and naive. Just a small kiss made you blush like this. Hahaha, but still very cute.

Yui: .....

Ruki: Stay like this until you feel good.

*smooch*

She melted in his warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around her small waist and kissed her fragrant golden hair. He was holding her small hands with his big hand and caressing her. He touched her red cheek and whispered sweet words in her ear.

When he came to himself, the devil realized that his beautiful goddess was no longer a prisoner. But this time he himself was captured. Captive of a beautiful and kind girl who has always shown her love to him.

It doesn't matter how bad the devil was with her. The goddess has now opened her heart to him and gifted her love to him. Devil smiles from the bottom of his heart for the first time. He feels happy. It has a beautiful feeling that can be called love.

The devil is captured by the kind heart of his angel. An angel who came to his life to save him from the heart of his history. This devil did not believe in love before. But now he wants to give all his love to this girl. He wants to keep her always by his side.

_Yui slowly closes her eyes in Ruki's arms to keep this beautiful feeling in her mind forever.

* TIMESKIP *

Yui: (He hugs and kisses me. It's like a dream.)

*knock knock*

Yui: ......!

Ruki: Yui, are you ready?

Yui: Yes. I'm coming.

_Yui takes her bag and leaves the room.

Yui: I'm ready Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Are you sure you are okay? If you are not fully recovered, there is no need to come to school.

Yui: Be sure, Ruki-kun. I am completely fine. I can come to school. In addition, if I am absent from school more than this, I may fall behind in my studies. I don't like this to happen. I don't want my grades to drop.

Ruki: Even if you fall behind in your studies, I can help you. So you don't have to worry about your score.

Yui: Don't worry Ruki-kun. As I said, I am fine. we better go we will be late.

Ruki: Okay. let's go.

_Ruki and Yui leave the mansion together and head towards the school.

*TIMESKIP*

Teacher: Okay, dear students, today's lesson is over.

*Ding dong*

Teacher: Have a nice day.

Yui: (Hah, this was the last class. But I think Ruki-kun still has to attend another class. I'd better go to the library until his class is over.)

_Yui puts things in her bag and walks towards the library.

Yui: (Even though I'm in the same school as Ruki-Kun, I feel lonely when he's not around. I'd like to tell him how I feel about him. But...)

????: Yui-san?

Yui: This voice?

Riko: Hello, Yui-san. Good day.

Yui: Oh, hello Riko-san, good day. Sorry, I didn't see you, I wasn't paying attention.

Riko: I'm glad to see you again. You were not at school for a few days. I was worried about you. Did you have a problem?

Yui: No, I just had a cold. Just this.

Riko: Are you okay now?

Yui: Yes, I am very well now. I was going to the library to study. Do you want to come with me?

Riko: Sure. Let's go.

_Riko and Yui walk to the library together.

* TIMESKIP *

Riko: And I want to experience this feeling with you forever.

Yui: Fufu. This poem is also very beautiful. Can you read another poem?

Riko: Sure. Let me see what I can find.

????: Excuse me, Miss. Komori-san? You are here?

Yui: .....! Yes I am here.

_A female student approaches Yui.

Female student: Hello, my name is Miko. I have a letter for you.

Yui: A letter? Letter from whom?

Female student: I came here from the church. I wanted to inform you that your father returned from his trip and sent you a letter.

Yui: Father? Is he back from the trip?

Female student: Yes. They sent this letter to you.

_The female student takes out a letter from her bag and hands it to Yui.

*Flip*

Yui: Oh. Thank you very much.

Female student: Have a nice day Miss. Komori-san.

_The female student goes out of the library.

Yui: I can't believe it. My father returned from his trip and sent me a letter. I'm very happy.

Riko: Yui-san it is great. Now you can go back to your father. Right?

Yui: Yes, yes. I can't wait to see my father again.

Riko: What did your father write to you in his letter?

Yui: I don't know. I am reading it right now.

_Yui opens the letter and starts reading the letter. After reading the letter, Riko notices that Yui's smile is slowly fading.

Yui: ......!

Riko: Yui-san?! What is wrong? What did he write in the letter?

Yui: No, no. This is not possible. No.

Riko: Yui-san?! what happened?

_Yui starts crying.

Yui: No, no. I can not believe. *Sob*..... *Sniff*..... NOOOOOOO ......

Riko: Yui-san?!!!! what happened ??

Yui: *Sob*... why... why father? ..... *sob* .... *sniff* .....

Riko: Yui-san????!!!!!

Yui: ......!

Riko: What happened? please tell me.

_While crying, Yui crumples the letter in her fist and quickly leaves the library.

Riko: Yui-san???!!!! Wait!!!!!

_Riko follows Yui out of the library.

*TIMESKIP*

_Yui is sitting on the roof of the school, hugging her knees and hiding her face in her hands and crying.

Yui: *Sob*...*sniff*...*sob*.....(Why? Why father? I can't believe that you sent me this letter. You don't want to see me anymore because you found out I live with vampires. Father? Why?)

_While crying, Yui notices a familiar voice.

Riko: Yui-san? You are here?

Yui: Get out of here, I want to be alone. *Sob*......

Riko: What happened? What was written in the letter?

Yui: IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. JUST PLEASE GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE.

Riko: ......!

Yui: Oh..... I apologize for being rude and yelling.....Just please, Riko-san. I am not feeling well at all. I just want to be alone.

_Without paying attention to Yui's words, Riko walks towards her with slow steps and kneels next to Yui.

Riko: Yui-san?

Yui: .....!

_Riko gently lifts Yui's chin with his right hand and forces her to look into his eyes. At the same time, he gently holds Yui in his arms.

Yui: Riko-san??!!! What are you doing ?

Riko: Shhhhhh. Calm down, Yui-san. You don't have to worry, I'm here. I will help you as much as I can. Calm down.

Yui: ......

Riko: I don't know what happened to upset you so much. But I know that you are very strong. You are the strongest girl I have ever seen. It's okay if you want to cry. I am here with you. You can cry next to me. I am here to wipe your tears. I am here to comfort you by hugging you.

Yui: Riko-san?

Riko: You can tell me anything that happens to you. I will help you I promise you that you can talk to me if you have any problem or if something bothers you. I will always be by your side, my Yui.

Yui: .....! (He called me his Yui?!)

As Riko hugs Yui, he gently wipes Yui's tears. Riko caresses Yui's head to give her peace. He knows this is hard for Yui. He had always seen Yui smile and had never seen Yui cry. He knows Yui is a strong girl who always cries alone.

_Riko continues to caress Yui.

Yui: Thank you Riko-san.

Riko: Do you feel better now?

Yui: Yes, thank you. I feel much better now. I owe it all to you, Riko-san. Thank you.

Riko: I did nothing. Yui-san, if something is bothering you, you can talk to me about it. I am here to listen to you.

Yui: Thank you Riko-san. You are very kind . But now I need to be alone.

Riko: I'm sorry, Yui-san. But I can't leave you alone in this situation. You are not in a good mood. I have to stay by your side.

Yui: Don't worry about me, Riko-san. I am fine. I feel much better now. But as I said, I need to be alone. But I promise I will talk to you when I feel better.

Riko: Are you sure? I'm worried about you, Yui-san. Are you sure you can be alone?

Yui: Yes, I'm sure. don't worry about me I am fine. I mean, I want to say that I will be fine. Just give me some time and let me be alone.

Riko: Okay, Yui-san. If you need my help, I will wait for you in the library.

Yui: Okay, thank you, Riko-san.

Slowly, with short steps, he leaves her alone in a world of sadness and longing. When the goddess wipes away her tears, she no longer hears a sound. She sees only darkness and loneliness in front of her. Her hope was the love and embrace of her father so that she could have a family and experience the love of the family. Even if this family is small.

The goddess cries again in solitude to get rid of this sadness. Her heart beats faster than before remembering the beautiful memories she had with her father. Maybe this can be a new beginning for her. to find a new family and experience love with them.

Yui: This is not called love. My father did not love me. He dumped me for a ridiculous reason. I thought that when everyone leaves me, at least my father is by my side and loves me... but... I was wrong.

_A strong wind blows on the roof of the school and makes Yui feel cold. until she feels the warmth of a hand on her shoulder.

Yui: .......!

Ruki: It's cold here. You may catch a cold.

_Ruki takes off his blazer and puts it on Yui's shoulders and sits next to him and hugs her gently.

Yui: (I don't know how long he was here. I don't know how many of my words he heard. But his hug is warm and comforts me)... Mmmm... Ruki-Kun?

Ruki: You can cry as much as you want. I will stay here to wipe your tears.

_Yui gently presses her head to Ruki's chest and closes her eyes.

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My heart rests beside him.

I forget all my pains with him.

Now I know that he is not a devil but an angel.

He gently hugs and caresses me.

He seems to know everything.

I don't care where my family is anymore.

Now I am sure that I belong to the Ruki-Kun's family.

I want to rebuild my family with Ruki-Kun.

I want to experience love again.

I want to forget that letter.

I want to experience a new love with Ruki Kun.

<– [ Chapter 07 ] [ Chapter 09 ] –>

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yui komori #komori yui #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ruki x yui #yui x ruki #rukiyui #angel and devil novel #angel and devil chapter 08

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oh I get to post today

#real thing I whispered aloud to myself at 9:08 in the morning #its chapter day!

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Firstlife bonus chapter 2 & chapter 8

Today’s review might be difficult for some; reader discretion is advised

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Bonus chapter 2

TROIKA

From: A_P_5/23.43.2

To: L_N_3/19.1.1

Subject: Ten, Ten, Ten

So this is apparently going to be an ongoing thing.

At least it’s not between every freaking chapter. Unlike some books I could mention.

Bow is toast. The inferior Shell malfunctioned, allowing the Unsigned to overpower me, and Killian to stab me.

Speaking of the worst spirit in the Everlife, Killian has the girl all to himself right now—and that’s the good news. She’s intrigued with him, just like—never mind. I can see it in her eyes, and I know any attempt to keep the two apart will only make the intrigue stronger. How would you like me to proceed? What have I been cleared to do?

Clearly Archer missed the memo that he’s in a YA romance novel. He should have gone into a hunky male shell. Because then he’d be the actual other end of a love triangle, instead of “fat, crazy Bow”.

Also, watch your six...or rather, your ten.

[Image description: A screenshot from animated series Futurama. In it, Zoidberg, The Professor, and Hermes are sitting in an auditorium. All three of them are wearing tuxedos and bowties. The Hermes looks annoyed. The Professor is holding opera glasses that look like his actual glasses up to his face. Zoidberg has his claws up to his face. It is captioned with “Your joke is bad and you should feel bad”. End description.]

Subject: I Really Hope...

I’m not this irritating to Ten.

Bonus chapter 2 summary: Emails between Archer and his commanding officer, Levi. After Killian shoved the knife into Bow’s chest, I guess Archer was forcefully ejected from the shell and went back to Troika. He asks Levi what his next move should be. Levi says that he’ll give Archer another shell.

Levi talks about how when Ten was born, there was a light that was so blinding. Myriad claims that Ten is fused with one of their generals, so that’s why she’s so powerful. Nobody is sure what she even is.

He encourages Archer to try anything he can. He advises that Killian is too pushy, and to offer Ten up literally anything to see what’ll stick.

Chapter 8

“Just want girl.” Biggest takes a swing at Killian and curses in Russian when he misses.

“Aye, I know that.” Killian lands a punch to the guy’s jaw, causing him to whirl while spitting blood and teeth. “Problem is, I’ve never liked to share my toys.”

So I’m a toy now?

Remember this going forward. Neither side views Ten as a person with her own wants and fears. To either of them, she’s a useful tool, willing to be fought over.

“You, I’m not going to hurt. Why would I? I now own your soul. Isn’t that the save-a-life rule?”

This is one of our love interests, everybody. He’s so desperate to own Ten that, again, he no longer views her as a person.

“He loved—loves—me.”

“Are you sure? You would stake your life on that fact?”

“Yes,” I start to say, only to hesitate. Zero! I can’t overlook evidence just because I don’t like it.

“Did he?” I ask softly. “Does he?”

“You tell me.” Not this crap again. I need the truth, even if it does shatter me. At least I’ll be able to put myself back together. “I admit he’s a Laborer, okay. Now you tell me. Was I simply a mission to him?”

He gazes at me with heat growing in his eyes, and it’s like a fever suddenly overtakes me. “Remember, the truth hurts for a little while. Lies hurt forever.” His voice is as soft as mine. “Yes, you were merely a mission to him. I’m sorry.”

This is rich coming from the guy who’s being nice and rescued Ten simply so that he can convince her to sign.

“Your threshold for pain surprises me. I thought you’d scream.”

“Why would I scream? Physical pain will never compare to mental anguish.”

The girl has literally been caned, waterboarded, and injected with poison. What’s a little scalpel through the wrist?

“Lust will never be more important than commitment.”

Do you think that you could say that a little louder for your mom? Who’s only now starting to realise that switching sides to be with a boy was a dumb choice.

“That’s so. Prepare to experience your first defeat, Killian.”

Chapter 8 summary: After Killian “killed” Bow, he turned around and started to deal with the two would-be rapists. Ten is more concerned with Bow, and goes over to the “body”. Except that there’s no blood, and Ten realises that she can literally see through to the back of Bow’s skull; there’s no eyes, and literally nothing in the head at all. She doesn’t understand what any of this means.

Ten then gets anxious that once Killian is finished with the two men, he’ll turn around and murder her. Since he literally killed Bow, and is intent on finishing those men as well. She fights a little, but when the men are dealt with, Killian stops fighting.

He tells her that Bow was nothing but a shell, and from that, Ten deduces that Bow was a Troikan Labourer. Killian carries her back inside the cave, where he starts tending to her wounds. She asks if he’s a Myriad Labourer, but he refuses to outright say it until she says that he is. Then he agrees. As I’ve said (and I’ll probably keep saying over and over), neither side seems to view Ten as a person, only a tool to be obtained. It’s really dumb, and in no way romantic in the slightest.

Anyway, earlier Bow had mentioned to Ten that her dead boyfriend was an ML. And upon finding out that Bow was a TL, she now begins to question if James really was an ML or not. Killian flat out tells her that yes, James was pulling the long con on her. Which is obviously super upsetting that the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with was only doing it as part of a job.

#Firstlife #Everlife series #bonus chapters #chapter 08 #Archer Prince #can we not?#your joke is bad and you should feel bad #Tenley 'Ten' Lockwood #shitty men are shitty #double standards #shitty parents are shitty

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