#I can't think of anyone who would even be spreading rumors about me but I'm like. really worried

[zooblesbutchpuppygirl]

For the past 2 days my paranoia has been So bad :[

[mochiwonz]

─── JEALOUSY ୨୧

PAIRING. idol fem!reader x idol bf!enhypen maknae line CONTENT. headcanons , fluff <3 , petnames + nicknames , cursing NOTE. thank u to the anon who requested this cute idea :D i hope u all enjoyyy !!

[ 💬 ] ... ️ in which fans start shipping you with another idol !

SUNOO.

you're scrolling on twitter, as you would every other day. as an idol, you loved seeing what people had to say about you— whether it be negative or positive. unbeknownst to you, sunoo had also been scrolling on twitter and saw something on his timeline that he really didn't like, at all. it was a post about you allegedly being in a relationship with another male idol. and shit, he never thought he'd be a jealous boyfriend, but he definitely is now. you're startled by the sound of your bedroom door opening— you were the only one home right now... right? you quickly assumed it was one of your members until you heard the person's voice, it was sunoo. "hi pretty girl" he says as he plops down on the side of your bed. you quickly sit up and shuffle over to him, and he engulfs you in a warm hug— the sunoo special. "hi pretty boy" you say, giggling a little. as he kisses the top of your head, you hear him gulp. "have you seen the uhm... rumors? about you and ____?" he asks with a slight frown on his face. you quickly sit up and look at him, you were very confused right now. "someone is spreading rumors about me and ____? on where?" "twitter" he replies, hand brushing through his silky hair. you notice how his demeanor is a bit gloomy, and you kind-of think you have an idea as to why. you bring your hands to cup his face and gently move his face so that he's looking right at you. "sun, you don't have to be jealous. you know that i don't even know the guy— and that i love you like crazy, right?" you tell him in a firm yet gentle tone of voice, and he can't help but smile. you knew him so well, and just everything about you, god, he loves you so much. "how'd you know i was jealous..." he mumbles and you quickly squish his cheek— something you loved doing. "i'm your girlfriend baby" you say as you peck him on the nose. without another second wasted, he quickly pulls you closer and once again, engulfs you in his embrace. "indeed you are, pretty girl"

JUNGWON.

jungwon had always told you he wasn't a jealous person. that was the truth, though. well, until rumors about you and ____ started circulating all over social media. and what made it worse for jungwon was how fans were really liking you two together. he had never felt jealousy before, at least not like this. of course he trusted you, but just seeing you even pictured with another man as a "cute couple" really didn't sit well with him. "have you seen the rumors?" he blurts out randomly as you two are lying down together on his bed, his arm wrapped around your waist. "mhm" you reply. of course you'd seen it, but you didn't really care. you didn't even know ____, and as long as you knew the truth— you didn't care. "what do you think about it?" he asks curiously. "nothing, really. i don't even know the guy" "okay, cool" he says, but there's something different in his tone of voice. he sounds... nervous, almost a little bit jealous. he hears you giggle to yourself and he shifts nervously. he trusted you, of course— but all your giggling made him a teeny bit suspicious. but before he could question you, you quickly position yourself so that you're facing him and intertwine your guy's hands. "wonnie, you know i'm your girlfriend, right? these are just rumors baby" you tell him while looking him in the eyes, his pretty boba eyes were always so pretty to stare at. he was just so cute, you'd never want to be with anyone else other than him. you wanted him to know that. this was the first time you'd seen jungwon like this, unsure, nervous, and jealous. "it just frustrates me a little" he starts off, "i wish i could just tell everyone that you're my girlfriend so they could shut the fuck up" he says with complete honesty, and you laugh. he brings his hand up to your cheek and caresses it with his thumb, staring at you with complete heart eyes. "i'd only ever feel like this for you baby. i didn't even know i could be somewhat jealous. guess it's the y/n effect" you lean into his hand and melt a little at his words. "i love you so much my wonnie" you say, and he gives you a cute peck on the lips. "i love you too, my pretty y/n."

NI-KI.

you and ni-ki had been caught on many dates by sasaengs and others, but were always labeled as friends. the public just thought you two gave off friend vibes, and considered every date as a friendly hang out. as long as you two weren't being showered in negative comments, you both didn't mind. however, a post that was titled ' idol y/n and idol ____ are caught on a date ' had caught ni-ki's attention. he was never that protective over you, let alone jealous. he trusted you 110% and vice versa. but halfway through reading the article, he had to exit out of the tab. because honestly, he felt really jealous right now. not that he didn't trust you, but that fans thought that you and ____ were dating and just assumed that you and ni-ki were just friends. there were already so many posts on tiktok, instagram, twitter, and youtube about you and ____ supposed relationship and how "cute" you two were together. he had to get off of social media, people were starting to piss him off. luckily, you both didn't have schedules today— so you had already planned to go over to his dorm. he didn't realize you were already on the way until he heard a knock at the front door. quickly realizing that it was you, he sprung up out of his bed and rushed to the front door. he really wanted, no— he needed to see you. the door quickly swung open and before you could even blink, he was already hugging you, arms tightly wrapped around your waist. "ki—" you're about to say something but he quickly cuts you off. "princess, you're my girl, yeah?" he asks and the jealousy is obvious. "you're jealous aren't you" you ask, teasing him a little. he looks down at you and boops your nose. he loves the way you look up at him, he realized he couldn't bear to see you with another man. "and if i am?" you giggle at his truthful response, he could never hide his emotions from you— but that's what made him even more perfect for you. "you cutie, of course i'm your girl. those rumors are baseless and trust me, the photoshop goes crazy" you tell him, laughing towards the end of your statement. he smiles at your assuring words, yeah— he wouldn't be able to let go of you, ever. you were his girl, and his girl only.

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[chuubian]

Good luck, babe!

Tags Arlecchino x fem reader, cheating (on a man not each other), angst, degradation, praise kink needy Arlecchino, wedding, strap on sex, strap sucking MDNI

Summary Love was not something you had ever felt for that man. That seemed okay for a while, at least, until Arlecchino came into your life and changed it forever.

A/N This was supposed to come out before Christmas, but I was in the hospital so its late. I'm sorry if the eggnog feels too seasonal.

The fatui always goes full out with their celebrations. A full-sized orchestra is playing passionately in the reception hall, classical music echoing through Zapolyarny palace. Beautiful lanterns hang from the ceiling and pillars, keeping the party warm from the eternal winter raving outside. Slumped against the cold metal chair, your eyes dart around the room restlessly— looking for a familiar head of white and black hair. It proves nearly impossible with the large hoard of people in your way.

Standing upright, you twist uncomfortably— the iron beams had dug into your back and arms. A dull throb ripples through your flesh. Does the Tsaritsa have something against keeping people cozy? Pushing the pain aside, you weave through the crowd. You find yourself in front of the main table— overflowing with delectable food and sugary drinks, ready for anyone to stuff themselves until their heart stops. Plucking a small plastic cup from the surface of the counter, you fill it to the brim with eggnog.

The drink is sickeningly sweet and thick, like pure honey is being poured directly into your throat. Warmth spreads throughout your throat and chest, cascading down and pooling in your stomach. A choker is wrapped around the circumference of your neck, pressing against your jugular, chafing your sensitive skin. The heat seems to get stuck in your esophagus— trapped by the little strap of leather looped around your throat. You can't wait for this to be over.

Fingers tapping the cup impatiently, your eyes are focused on the swarm of people in front of you, Dancing happily as you stand to the side. Obsidian black fingers yank the eggnog away from you— lifting the drink to bright red lips. Arlecchino gulps down the entire thing, unbothered by the alcohol. The rim of the cup is left stained with her cherry red lipstick. A small part of you aches to press your own lips against it, to get even a bit of herself on you. But not here.

“Bored?”

Nodding, you look up at her— towering over you with her impossibly high heels. The red-eyed woman reaches over, running a sharp nail over your choker.

“You look nice. Did he get that for you?”

“Yeah… He insisted I wear it tonight.”

Her slender fingers slide under the thick fabric, tugging lightly. Leaning down, her breath brushes against your skin delicately— sending shivers down your spine.

“I could have gotten you something way better you know…”

“Don't be like that, it's nice.”

Scoffing, she stands back up normally, letting go of the choker.

“Could've been better.”

You roll your eyes, glancing down. Sometimes, it’s difficult to look her in the eyes. Her stare is far too intense. Like it’s burning into your soul. Piercing straight through you, shooting a flaming thrill through your veins, lighting your nerve ending on fire. A large hand snakes under your chin— forcing you to look up. You swear you can see embers blazing behind her X-shaped pupils.

“Look at me.”

Pushing her hand away, you scan your surroundings nervously. Thank God no one is looking in your direction.

“Arle… you can’t act like that here…”

“Oh please, who would say anything? I'm a harbinger.”

Her voice is condescending, as if chastising you for ever thinking less of her position. It's true. People are much too terrified of her to dare make up rumors. Unfortunate souls in the past had spread gossip about the fourth harbinger—stories about her tearing families apart and stealing the children, thrusting them into a life as heartless soldiers. It did not take long for the men who started the scandal to be found dead. Alone in their homes, with seemingly no signs of a break in. Their bodies were completely untouched and clean, except for the eyes that were— almost surgically— plucked out, and the large holes left in their chest. Their hearts somehow went missing. No blood stained their shirts, or the ground beneath them. It was never confirmed, but everyone knows.

“Still… he's already suspicious.”

“So? Let his mind wander. He won't do anything anyways. He's weak.”

Clicking your tongue, you push her hand away, glaring at her.

“He is not.”

Arlecchino's fierce eyes narrow.

“He is.”

Ignoring her, you adjust your choker. Suddenly, it's far too warm inside here. Isn't this Snezhnaya? Why is it so hot?

“Whatever. Let's not talk about him, yeah? Let's go somewhere private.”

You knew what that meant. It's expected at this point. It's really the only reason you didn't decide to stay home. Even the Tsaritsa herself could not have made you attend this party if Arlecchino was not here.

“I'll join you in a few minutes…”

Her icy hand comes up to pat you on the cheek.

“Alright then. I’ll see you later.”

The harbinger doesn't wait for an answer before sauntering away, taking all the heat with her, leaving you isolated and numb— like an iceberg, sailing across a frigid bottomless sea. For a few minutes, you stay put. Watching the people laughing and having fun around you. The glow on their faces makes you aware of the hollow rift widening in your chest. It’s as if your heart and lungs are carved out, leaving nothing but suffocating solitude. They're so happy.

Maybe the choker is just too tight.

Definitely too tight.

Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, you make your way towards the main doors. Your shoes clack against the hard, frosty concrete floors. A brisk gust of wind breezes past you as you step into the hallway. Faint shudders follow— crisp surges of chilling unease and dread pour over your head, trailing down and assembling at the bottoms of your feet. Each step towards that one room, the one you're so familiar with, is agonizing.

Stopping in front of large wooden double doors, the air almost seems like it's stolen from your lungs. This is it. The eggnog you had drunk earlier is sinking to the bottom of your stomach, swirling and leaving you nauseous. Heavy doors push back against you, refusing to move as you force your way through. Loud creaking echoes through the barren hallways— almost masking the sound of loud classical music that somehow still reaches you here deep in Zapolyarny palace.

“Finally.”

A cold hand quickly entangles itself in your hair, dragging you closer until her lips crash against yours. Flames feel as if they've engulfed you— scorching desire completely numbing the tips of your fingers, mouth going dry. Her tongue drags against your bottom lip, requesting access. Your mind is foggy, struggling to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of her soft lips on yours. The fingers in your hair tighten, pulling gently and creating gentle tingles all over your scalp. The man waiting for you at home is not even a concern anymore, all that matters is this. Her.

Dull surprised groans are swallowed and muffled between you. Strong arms shove you onto the bed in the back of the room. It's soft and fluffy. She clearly made sure to prepare everything for your clandestine meeting. Your lips are freed from hers, swollen and stained with scarlet lipstick. Arlecchino’s expert hands make quick work of the leather strap wrapped around your throat— unbuckling the metal smoothly. Relief floods over you. It's like you can finally breathe properly, without the stupid choker restricting you.

“It has been far too long.”

Her voice is darkened, deep and overladen with desire.

“I missed this…”

“Are you sure it's not me you missed?”

She teases, slowly climbing on top of you. Her hands plant themselves on the mattress beside your head. From down here, she looks heavenly. It couldn't be farther from reality. She is evil incarnate. Sin and temptation in a human form. There's no other reason you fell under her spell- into her bed— so easily.

“That's basically the same thing, Arle.”

Her knees gently push your legs apart, settling between them. As she leans down, her smooth hair grazes against your skin— tickling your face. Warm puffs of air sweep over the side of your neck. The closeness is causing your head to spin. You're left paralyzed— unsure of what to do or say next. This does not go unnoticed by Arlecchino's sharp eyes.

She smiles. For the first time that night. The pressure of her body weighs pushes you down, further into the bed. It’s hot. Despite the heaviness against your chest, you can feel the soft flesh of her waist and chest. Nothing has ever felt better than this, Part of you wishes this is how you would die, underneath her. Those men got off lucky being murdered by her. Her alluring voice was the last thing they heard.

“It's really not. Just admit you missed me.”

Her red-stained lips brush against your jugular. Your hands itch to touch her, to take any part of her you can't— but they are too busy being held down by her strong grip. Sharp pain shoots up your spine as her pointy teeth nip at the thin skin of your throat. The words are stuck in your esophagus, unable to get out. And although the choker is gone, the suffocating sensation has not gone away.

Bony, deft hands hurriedly undo the buttons of your shirt, pushing it open. Her pointed nails scratch down your chest and tummy. It feels like you're being cut open— with her making an incision right over your heart and carving it out. Knowing her, she has every intention to.

A trail of spit and lipstick are evidence of the harbinger’s messy kisses on your skin. A quick shower could remove the makeup stains left behind, but by tomorrow your stomach will be adorned with deep red and purple bruises- intensifying and darkening as the days go on. Any crouching or bending afterwards will probably sting and ache.

Intense, x pupil eyes rove over your body hungrily. Your half-stripped body is feverish despite the frigid blizzard raging just outside the window behind you. Unsteadily, your arms wrap around Arlecchino’s shoulders— wishing that she would hurry up. Sooner than you can complain, she interjects.

“I know, I'll give you what you want soon.”

“You always say that, and it always takes forever.”

She rolls her eyes, playing with the waistband of your pants.

“There is nothing wrong with enjoying my food.”

A light sting makes your hairs stand on end as the black- and white-haired woman presses her nail into your flesh harshly and traces the hem of your waistband.

“Ow!! I’m not one of your victims; you have to treat me with care!”

“Oh please, you like it when I'm mean.”

Taking matters into your own hands, you find the edge of her jacket and push it open. The fabric resists when going over her shoulders, and she does not assist even a little bit. After watching you struggle for a few seconds, she smirks— tenderly shoving your wrist away.

“You need help there?”

Provocatively, Arlecchino shrugs off her jacket and easily removes the shirt underneath. Your mouth waters at the sight of her bare chest. It's like seeing the full divinity of an archon for the first time. If she had asked you to denounce your loyalty to the Tsaritsa at this moment, you'd do it without hesitation. Your greedy hands grope and grab at the tent in her pants.

“Already…? Were you that excited to see me?”

“Did you want me to be unprepared?”

Thumbing at the button on her pants, you watch as more of her pale skin is uncovered. Only you get to see her like this. The leather of the harness digs into her hips and the small bit of fat around her tummy swells over the material. Eyes wide, you look up at her, running your finger over the edge of the strap.

“What are you waiting for?”

She sits up, pushing your head towards her pelvis.

“Get to work.”

Tentatively, you shove her pants down until they’re caught around her knees. The bright red silicone springs up— almost hitting you in the face. Crouching over, your hand wraps around the base as you glance up at her. It is unfair how heavenly she looks even at this angle. Your lips wrap around the thick head. It stretches your jaw unpleasantly.

“Mmmm.”

She grunts impatiently.

“Come on, I know you can take it.”

The harbinger’s large hand descends down to rest on the back of your head— encouraging you to take her deeper. Your eyebrows furrow. It's a struggle to take everything at once. Tears spring up as the hard silicone nudges at the back of your throat. A low growl vibrates in her esophagus as her fingers curl in the threads of your hair, pushing you down further.

Coughing and gagging from the sudden force, you swallow around the intrusion. Just the thought of her feeling your mouth working for and pleasing her through the strap makes your stomach do little flips. You press your thighs together— It's nearly unbearable to have to hold back.

“Taking me so well, such a good girl.”

Her voice is rough, tinged with pleasure. Nasty squelching fills the room as you’re choked on her cock. Saliva coats your lips and chin, dripping down the base. Blood rushes to your face, overheating and setting your nerves alight.

“Fuck... You love this don't you? You like being under me, serving me.”

Nodding, wet salty tears trickle down your cheeks. It's arduous work to get proper air into your lungs. They simmer and throb from the lack of oxygen, but the burn is thrilling. Finally, she lets up. Her hands let your head snap back up.

Gasping for air, you can feel the blood rushing back into your fingertips and your face finally returning back to a normal temperature. A thick glob of drool still connects your shiny abused lips to the strap hanging from Arlecchino's hips. Your hands feebly grip onto her thighs for purchase. A cold, delicate thumb ghosts over your jaw— compelling you to look at her in her crazed red eyes. They're glowing, charged.

“You don’t think you're done yet, do you?”

It's not a question. It's a command to keep going. Your mouth opens up, accepting the dull head of silicone in. There's an ache in your cheeks and lips that draws a shaky sigh from your gut. She tsks softly, thumb massaging your jaw.

“I thought you were better than this. We worked so hard to get you to this point and you can't do it for more than a few minutes?”

Her claws hook into the flesh of your cheeks, squishing them together and forcing you further down. Viscous spit does little to lubricate properly— the friction inflames your throat, but Arlecchino still demands more. Her hips jut forward, pushing onward. You bob your head— observing every jerk of her hips and the way her abs tense with effort.

Your fingers absentmindedly trace the edges of the leather, hooking around the material, and dragging her closer. She didn't slow down even for a second, thrusting into you brutally. Your head is rocking back and forth frantically. The violent movement is making your brain spin. Her ragged breathing and the lightheaded trance you've been put in motivates you to push past the cramp in your jaw.

Just when you're sure your lungs will collapse— when your vision starts to cross, and your legs are beginning to tingle from inadequate blood circulation— Arlecchino tenderly draws you off the strap. Relief washes over you. Sweat is dripping down your forehead, spit coats your lips and chin. Your lungs greedily wheeze and seek out fresh oxygen, laboriously expanding and filling with air after being compressed for so long.

She chuckles evilly.

“Too much?”

You shake your head.

“I can handle it.”

Your voice is rough and shaky— completely ruined by her forceful thrusts. Her rough fingers wipe away your tears.

“Well, you did wonderfully.”

The praise cascaded over you like boiling hot springs. Your skin was blistering and tender— unused to her sweltering warmth. Arlecchino was never one for kind words of approval. It's nearly too much. The comforter is hot, and the room is too stuffy, and you can't think straight even when you close your eyes. You swallow hard, fingers roughly burrowing into the sheets.

“Come on...”

Her frigid hands lightly push you onto your back, putting a pillow underneath your hips. Savagely, she rips your pants and underwear off— like a beast craving its next meal. Jagged nails dig into the meat of your inner thighs, easing them apart, your legs wrap around her hips. She reaches across from you, grabbing a tiny bottle filled with cherry-scented oil.

Arlecchino pours the light pink liquid onto her hand, working it over the spit-slicked toy and moving closer, intertwining your hands together and planting them beside your head.

“Are you ready?”

Her face is so close that you can feel her excited breaths grazing your neck. You nod. It's a good thing you're not standing because your legs feel so weak you would have collapsed by now. There's a small ripple of anxiety in your stomach growing bigger and bigger the more she waits to push in.

“Good, good. Stay relaxed for me.”

A loud whine builds in your throat, difficult to stifle, as Arlecchino pushes in— punching the air out of your lungs. Your body easily accepts the intrusion, but it burns. Her pelvis is pressed against the flesh of your ass, completely sheathed inside you, waiting for you to adjust. Your eyes shut tight while Arlecchino started pressing soft tender kisses down your sternum, her coarse tongue laps at your nipples.

“Agh f-fuck-”

“Relax, baby. Relax.”

Her nails bite into your flesh painfully—- scratches and blemishes are sure to dye your thighs in dark purples and reds. Your head feels like it's swimming, drowning underneath the thick layer of shame and arousal. Arlecchino's hips pull back and snap back towards your warm cunt. She sets a brutal pace, spearing you open on her cock, pounding against your sweet spot.

“So good for me... That's it, just take it.”

Electric sparks scatter at the base of your spine. You choke on your own spit as she drives herself back in savagely, dragging against your sensitive, pliant walls. Your toes curl, hips rolling back against her, letting out a string of garbled wails and whimpers. She captures one of your nipples between her sharpened teeth, clamping down.

The bed frame bangs against the cold stone wall loudly. It's a wonder people haven't found the two of you yet. Her hand comes up to thumb at your other nipple. She knows it's impossible, but she swears she can feel you pulsing around the silicone cock— pulling her in.

“God Arle… you feel-”

“You just can't stay away huh?”

Admiring the view beneath her, Arlecchino hikes one of your legs up and to the side, until your knee is practically touching your shoulder. Your thighs shake with effort. Even after so many nights spent with her, this is never something you fully got used to. Your mind struggles to think straight, movements are slowed and dulled— the sensation of your precious lover is making you more drunk than the eggnog ever would have.

“Please!”

“Fuck… you have no idea how you look right now.”

Your fingers claw and cling onto her shoulders, slipping with the sweat pouring between your bodies. Arlecchino seems feral. Her eyes glow bright red and your head lolls back. Your eyes are filled with overwhelmed tears as a lump forms in your throat. A knot forms in the pit of your tummy, straining and tensing. She carves a space for herself inside you— pelvis whacking against the supple flesh of your ass.

“Are you feeling full, baby?”

Back arching, you desperately try to get closer somehow, but you just barely lift off the bed. All the blood rushes to your head, your body is overwhelmed by the sensation of her— by the heat searing your skin. Her mouth sucks at the junction of your throat. Slick drips down onto the bed, leaving an embarrassing wet spot in the freshly cleaned sheets.

“You're getting there huh? Come for me”

Pitchy mewls get caught in the base of your throat. Your hips twitch— overextended. The knot bursts open and ardent fire burns through your veins. The heat is all-consuming. You gurgle and spasm as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure wracks your body. She works you through your orgasm, thrusting gently a few more times before stilling.

As your bodies cool down, Arlecchino peels herself from you, thumb tracing circles on your waist as she checks on your condition. She pulls out slowly, making sure to not hurt you. A loud grumble bubbles up your throat.

“Yeah, yeah I know, stop bitching at me.”

Time drips by slowly. Your mind is barely awake— held together by her affectionate kisses and gentle massages. Her cold thumbs press into your muscles, trying to get ahead of the inevitable soreness that will veil your entire body. Sweet mango slices are pressed against your lips. It's hard to chew thoroughly, it's exhausting.

“Tired?”

You nod.

“I'll be out of your hair soon, just eat a little more for me.”

She kisses your forehead softly. Soon, the bowl of mango slices is completely gone, and Arlecchino lays you down on your side, climbing into the bed with you. When did she get cleaned up and in her sleepwear? Were you really so far gone that you didn't notice before?

Of course, you were left undressed.

At her mercy.

The rest of the night and early morning is spent sleeping. You wake up with her warm arms wrapped around you— tightened like vines trying to cage you in. Breaking free is impossible. Any movement just makes her pull you in harder. The heat radiating off her skin is starting to get excruciatingly uncomfortable. In a fit of anxiety, you finally manage to shake her off you.

Despite being a light sleeper, Arlecchino still hasn't stirred from her deep slumber. You try to get dressed quietly— It's the least you could do. She definitely deserves more sleep. Your nose scrunches as you're forced to wear what you brought. Putting on day-old panties is not exactly ideal.

“You're leaving already?”

The rough voice startles you. Head snapping up, you make eye contact with her. A shiver runs down your spine at the look in her scrutinizing stare.

“Yeah, it's like 6 am… He was expecting me to come back hours ago. He'll worry.”

“Who cares? You don't even like him. I want you here.”

You're stunned. Arlecchino had never talked like this before, it's not in her nature to show affection— let alone imply that she wants you with her.

“First of all, I never said i didn't like him-”

“I can tell.”

“... Well, I have to go, I don't have time to talk about this.”

“Not going to lie and say you like him?”

You quickly gather your shirt and pants, throwing them on as fast as possible. It doesn't matter if she hears you anymore. She's already awake anyway. Grabbing a tissue, you try to wipe off the red stains Arlecchino left on your neck.

“I'm not talking about this anymore.”

“Why, because you know I'm right? You shouldn't even be with him. He doesn't please you like I do. He doesn't care about you.”

Irritation welled up in your chest. Why the hell is this even a discussion?? Not only is she pestering you about something irrelevant, but the stupid lipstick marks she left on your chest and neck are visible above the collar of your shirt— she just had to use makeup that was practically impossible to remove.

Rubbing it only made it worse.

“Did you use paint?? This won't come off!”

“Don't change the subject.”

“I’m not, I need this off.”

Arlecchino throws the blankets off, stomping over you and ripping your weaker hand away from your neck.

“You don't like him. What is the point of going back to him exactly? So he can mold you into the perfect wife that you'll never be?”

“Maybe I want to be the perfect wife. Did you ever think of that? Just because you're miserable in your love life, doesn't mean that the rest of us are.”

“You cheat on him regularly. You're not fooling anyone but yourself”

There's no way you're staying here any longer. The room seems smaller, and the air is so thick you can barely breathe. Neither of you speak for a few moments. Her eyes burn so brightly you think you may just catch on fire.

“It's not cheating. My heart is still with him, this is just… casual fun.”

Arlecchino's face twists. Her grip on your wrist tightens. It's like you're ensnared in a hunter's trap, destined to be prey.

“And that's how you really feel?”

Her voice is strangely calm— all the cold tension in her body melts away.

“Yes.”

You watch silently as she lets go of your wrist, makes her way back to bed calmly, and sits down.

“Okay.”

“...What?”

She shrugs, leaning back.

“If that's how you feel, I think our… affiliation has come to an end.”

“You're breaking up with me?”

“Like you said, this isn't anything serious right? It's casual fun, I would hardly call it ‘breaking up’.”

Blood bubbled and seethed through your arteries— Your veins are pulsing underneath your skin. Without another word, you stomp through the room and gather your things. Leaving for good.

In a corner of Zapolyarny palace, away from prying eyes, you managed to scrub every last visible trace of that woman's lipstick off. Your throat aches and the skin feels as though it's about to rip from the incessant, aggressive rubbing. You slip on the collar your boyfriend brought you, which only made things worse. Now, not only is it constantly chafing against your neck, but it's also practically strangling you.

The blizzard raging outside the safe haven of the castle sends a chill through your bones as you step outside. It's a long, isolated walk back home. Wind whips around you so furiously that, for a second, you think it may just carry you off with it. Honestly, it would be preferable to living the life you've been leading.

Arriving back at your house is no easier. As soon as the door is unlocked, you're bombarded with questions regarding your whereabouts. You don't answer. Locking yourself in the room, you ignore the knocking and constant pestering from your boyfriend through the next week. Eventually he drops it. You suspect he already knows anyway, but he didn't confront you directly.

There's not a complete lack of contact with Arlecchino, however it's not the same. As a lower ranking fatui officer, you had to work with the harbinger to a certain degree. Her eyes always lingered on you more than others, but there was no more warmth in her gaze, only freezing apathy. Is it possible for her to have moved on so fast? It shouldn't be. After all those rushed meetings throughout the years, after what she said about wanting you to stay, was it a lie? It wasn't meant to be more than casual fun.

Deep down something in you wishes it was more.

—

It's supposed to be the best day of your life. Every little girl's dream.

Why doesn't it feel that way?

Nothing about this feels right. Millions of mora spent did not make you any more excited to put on the dress or see the venue. He insisted you wear the wretched piece of leather he bought for you months ago, and he didn't seem to like the way you did your makeup during the trial. The lack of lipstick felt too boring for him. Maybe going against his wishes will finally make him leave.

All of the harbingers and the Tsaritsa herself were invited, but none of them decided to attend. Deep down, you wish Arlecchino would come. But she would never do that, you knew better than to get your hopes up.

It feels like a death sentence walking down the aisle. Like a lonely sailor stuck in the arctic sea, waiting for the unstoppable enormous wave to take over and drown you. Falling into the hands of a man you feel, at most, ambivalent about. The music is beautiful— it somehow sounds like the lively orchestra from the party on that one fateful night. At the altar, he grabs your trembling hands.

Your mind wanders as the officiant blabbers on and on about the beauty of matrimony— would Arlecchino be the one standing in front of you if the fight had not happened?

Most nights, you can't help but think of what could've been. You never took her for someone to be committed but that day she seemed almost… vulnerable.

You feel a tap, as people wait for your response. Looking at the man in front of you, expectant with his mouth popped open, you realize what's happening. The choker around your neck tightens, seemingly attempting to kill you on the spot. You wish it would.

“...I do.”

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife!”

You're pulled into a breathtaking kiss, and a curious nauseating feeling develops in your stomach. it's just not right.

[elryuse]

Hi, I really like your stuff! Could you try to write a wholesome yandere? It will be kind of a challenge for you considering how dark your stories get but the I think you'll do well.

KILLING ME SOFTLY

YANDERE WINTER X MALE READER

Winter, the radiant star of the K-pop group, was a woman of contradictions. On stage, she was a dazzling performer, captivating audiences with her powerful vocals and mesmerizing dance moves. Off stage, however, she was a creature of shadows, a woman consumed by a dark and obsessive love.

Her obsession was Y/N, her manager, a man of quiet strength and unwavering loyalty. He was her anchor, her guiding star, the one who brought light into her often chaotic world. But Winter's love for him was not a simple affection. It was a possessive, all-consuming obsession, a dark force that threatened to consume her entirely.

Whenever a female idol or staff member dared to approach Y/N, Winter's jealousy would flare up, a fiery inferno that threatened to consume everything in its path. Her eyes would narrow, her lips would curl into a sinister smile, and a chill would run down the spine of anyone who dared to cross her path.

Y/N, though aware of Winter's obsessive nature, was not deterred. He understood the depths of her love, the darkness that fueled her passion. He knew that beneath the facade of the fierce idol was a vulnerable woman, a woman who craved love and acceptance.

"Winter," he would say, his voice gentle, "you don't have to be afraid."

She would look at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and fear. "I'm not afraid," she would insist, her voice trembling. "I just... I care about you."

Y/N would smile, a knowing smile. "I know, Winter. I know."

Despite her possessive nature, Winter was a talented and dedicated artist. She poured her heart and soul into her music, her performances, and her craft. She was a perfectionist, demanding the best of herself and those around her.

One day, a new female idol, a rising star named Luna, joined their agency. She was young, beautiful, and talented, and she immediately caught Y/N's attention. Winter, sensing a threat, grew increasingly jealous. She watched Luna's every move, her every interaction with Y/N.

One evening, at a company dinner, Winter confronted Luna. "Stay away from him," she warned, her voice low and menacing.

Luna, taken aback by Winter's aggression, apologized and retreated. But Winter was not satisfied. She knew that she had to do more to protect her claim on Y/N.

She began to sabotage Luna's career, spreading rumors, sabotaging her performances, and undermining her confidence. Luna, once a rising star, began to fade, her light dimmed by Winter's dark shadow.

Y/N, aware of Winter's actions, was troubled. He knew that she was hurting herself, hurting others, in the name of love. He tried to reason with her, to calm her down, but she was beyond reason.

"You don't understand," she would say, her eyes filled with a desperate intensity. "I can't lose you."

Y/N sighed. "I'll always be here for you, Winter. But you have to let go. You have to let others be happy."

Winter, however, was unwilling to compromise. She was a woman possessed, a creature of darkness. And she would do anything to keep Y/N by her side, even if it meant destroying everything around her.

Y/N, despite his love for Winter, was aware of the destructive path she was treading. He knew that her obsession, if unchecked, could lead to disaster. He had to find a way to help her, to guide her back to the light.

He began to spend more time with her, trying to distract her from her obsessive thoughts. He would take her on walks, watch movies with her, and talk to her about her dreams and aspirations. He encouraged her to focus on her music, on her art, on the things that brought her joy.

At first, Winter was resistant. She wanted Y/N to herself, and she didn't want anything to distract him from her. But as time passed, she began to see the wisdom in his words. She realized that her obsession was not only hurting herself but also those around her.

She started to practice self-control, to manage her emotions. She began to see the world through a different lens, a lens of compassion and understanding. She learned to appreciate the beauty of life, the joy of human connection.

Y/N was proud of her progress. He had helped her to see the light, to break free from the darkness that had consumed her. Their relationship deepened, their bond strengthened by their shared experiences.

One day, as they were walking through the park, Winter turned to Y/N and said, "Thank you."

"For what?" Y/N asked, puzzled.

"For everything," she replied. "For loving me, for understanding me, for helping me to be a better person."

Y/N smiled. "You're welcome, Winter. I love you."

Their love story was a testament to the power of love and understanding. It was a story of redemption, of hope, of a love that could conquer all.

The soft hum of the café filled the air as Winter and Y/N sat across from each other, their hands intertwined. The warmth of the afternoon sun seeped through the window, casting a golden glow on their faces. It was a simple, quiet moment, a moment of peace and contentment.

Winter, once a tempestuous force of nature, now exuded a serene calmness. The darkness that had once consumed her had been replaced by a gentle light. She had learned to love herself, to love others, and to appreciate the beauty of life.

"Remember when I used to be so obsessed with you?" she asked, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Y/N chuckled. "I remember. It was quite a ride."

"I'm so glad you stuck with me," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "You helped me to see the light."

Y/N squeezed her hand. "I'm glad I did. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

As they walked hand-in-hand through the park, the setting sun cast long shadows across the path. They talked about their dreams, their hopes, their future. They talked about the life they would build together, a life filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

As they stood beneath the twilight sky, Y/N turned to Winter and kissed her forehead. "I love you," he whispered.

Winter smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I love you too," she replied.

And as they walked away, hand in hand, they knew that their love story was just beginning.

- To Be Continued -

[lazywriters-blog]

BAD SON

Warning: DRAMA, forced relationship, just Aqua being the creepy manipulative dork he is, two stalkers playing, sorta friends to enemies? Enemies to menaces. Not really yandere?

Summary: You come to realize your friend had been trying to stab you in the back. Being a skilled stalker works well in these situations.

In all honesty, he couldn't be doing anything wrong. These were just tricks to get her close, to make sure things went his way and he could breathe easy, every once in a while, he deserves it. For everything to succeed, there's hardships first so if he took the time to brace through the storm, he could have the puzzle pieces.

But perhaps, he underestimated how mentally strong one can be, all the things that are supposed to hurt her and get her to ask for help, resulted in a rather odd reaction. She ended up getting stronger, more independent, and more capable than before.

And she didn't come running to him.

He even made sure to offer help, standing there willingly so that she could see him as clearly as day, spoke to her, and reassured her, however, his plans had holes in them.

She did not ask for help. From him. They did not get any closer than they already were. She even avoided him, building invisible walls, and he had to wonder if she knew he controls the situation to his liking and pushes some to fall in place. A manipulator.

Even though her reputation had been torn down and shredded into bits, she smiles. She smiles.

He could have given up, let her be, let her breeze through peacefully but should he admit defeat so early on? He can't, he won't. How long can a person withstand verbal harassment before breaking down? Not forever, he can be her ally, her best friend.

He had to make himself impossible to ignore. He just had to make her come to him.

"Hey." he approached her sitting at her marked bench, and she hadn't noticed him watching her from a distance, did she like to pretend?

"Hi. Is there something wrong?" she replied, shifting over to make space between them.

"No."

"O... Kay? Then, what's up? Did you find the one behind the rumors? You did say you would but you don't need to worry about it." she grinned, looking away to the ground, anything to not make eye contact. Was she secretly ashamed?

"I don't break my promises," he said, crossing his arms as he leaned back, "you didn't make a promise though." she raised her eyebrows, blinking a couple of times before turning away.

"I appreciate it, but I have a hunch on who did it." she swayed her legs back and forth, maintaining her smile, "I'm not too sure yet."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Oh, you know, just connected the dots, and boom! I found it, but there were only three people who knew about it, my tendency to play around with anyone sure is troublesome but eh what can I do?" she mused, pouting.

"But you know, I realized an interesting clue. No one who could have spread it is any better than me, so I think it's someone I know but haven't quite yet gotten to know them." she looked at him, stretching her smile wider she kept her gaze on him, "But, yeah like I said, I'm not sure, because I can't care about everybody hehe." she quickly turned her face dropping her smile and softly glaring at passengers.

"You know..." she slowly started, "we don't know each other that much, right? Strange, even though we've been friends for months," she stated, sitting up straight she glanced back at him, "the other day, I'm pretty sure I followed you around, and you didn't even notice me." she frowned, quietly waited for the response she had envisioned in her head.

However, he had nothing to say but his face surely indicated some of the things his poker face couldn't hide.

"I even made sure to call out your name, but at last, you didn't even see me." she sighed louder, "Pity really, we could have been best friends." she got up, staring down at his facade.

"I hope you go to hell." she hissed, disgust was written over her face, and no matter what he said, nothing would change in the slightest, she had already walked away and left him behind.

Maybe he isn't as good as he thought himself out to be, he's let pride rust his brain.

Just as he had ruined her reputation, she ruined his, doing plenty to hurt him in the long run, and he didn't like how it stung, how despite being careful, he wasn't careful enough, she could have been the special tool he could use, but she had more personas than one.

How was he going to recover her?

Who told her he was behind the rumors, did she figure it out herself by following him around? Could she still have dirt on him she could use to threaten him with, when had she trailed him? He couldn't have mentioned anything about his final plan.

He couldn't afford another slip-up.

He had to get her on his side.

A fake love confession seemed to be his only chance if she's got more tricks up her sleeves, then he would have to dig deeper to find her darkest secrets. Her weakest points. He couldn't sit back and let anyone give him what he doesn't want.

The next time they had a project together, he'd get her to come, alone. She wasn't anybody special, and he won't let her top him.

The fun part was, nobody wanted to be partners with him, so by default, pulling some strings to get someone to exchange with him wasn't hard. Since, well, both of them were outcasts at this point.

"Hm... You are one hell of an enemy," she muttered to herself, pushing her face against her palm as she looked outside, "by now, you could have saved yourself, I'm sure people would believe you more than me, but oh well, they sure would be blind then." she giggled.

"I want to meet you after school." he bluntly uttered after ignoring her words, "What a joke, you want to confess to me or something?" she smugly stated, intently side-eyeing him.

"Even if you were sincere about it, you're an actor," she smirked, "you are supposed to fool everyone with your charm and looks, and most of the time, it works." she shrugged.

"Alright, if you insist." he wanted to shut her up anyway, so taking a quick look at their subject teacher, he pulled her face to his and dismissed the shocked face of his classmate when he kissed her. As soon as it began, it ended.

This way, it was sure to spark more gossip. Bring her to him even if she didn't want to.

And it worked, she and he were a thing in the eyes of the people. Even if, she hadn't accepted his confession, he wasn't going to give her a choice. Everything should be going his way.

He's going to make sure she falls in love.

"We should finish this project today." he stopped her by the entrance, grabbing her wrist and making it impossible for her to leave. "I'll come if you want."

"No need," she argued, softly attempting to pull away from him without causing a scene, "It would be better if you let go now. I don't want to report you for sexual harassment and make your career a burning pile of garbage."

"Would they believe you?" he spoke, "I'm the one with connections, not you. So let's make some concessions."

"I don't care, let go! Don't touch me!" she forced her hand out of her grasp and made haste to the exit, and if anyone had paid attention to them, he hopes it makes them think they are closer than anybody else in the whole world. Because the last thing he wanted is for his plans to fail.

She was making it harder for him.

At this rate, he was going to lose her.

With her help, he's sure they can easily overpower his wicked father, he needs this relationship to work. He will make it work.

He will fall in love and so will she.

[damnfandomproblems]

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This actually works.

An anti (I think they were like 15 or something, surprise, surprise) had all their friends gang up on my mutual over their incest ship, and posted nasty things about them, taking screenshots of their writing, and even their vents about how the anti wouldn't leave them alone and kept sending people to their blog to blow up their inbox, even though they'd blocked them. The anti also accused my mutual of being homophobic for, and I can't make this up, not shipping a certain toxic gay ship because that type of toxic dynamic didn't interest them. Yes, an anti, making fun of someone for simply not shipping a toxic ship. I told the anti to stop and be nice. They didn't stop. They said they "were" being nice, and played dumb and acted like my mutual was overreacting. Typical anti shit. My mutual had only posted two calm but annoyed posts about the harassment, too, so... Way to misrepresent yet another aspect of the situation, anti.

After this, I was pissed on my mutual's behalf. I'd dealt with antis myself in the past, not even over "toxic" ships but just a canonical ship the antis didn't like, and I wasn't pulling punches anymore. I started taking Internet Archive captures of the anti's blog for the next couple days, archiving all of their most recent posts. Then I went into their inbox - off anon, using my well-established blog with tons of user engagement so I looked credible and they couldn't laugh me off as a troll - and listed links for all the days I captured, with quotes of the most damning lines. I told them, "Is this what you call nice? You do realize your harassment not only stays with the people you harassed for a long time, but once it's online and posted, it can also stay up there forever?"

And I kid you not, they replied with, "Please take it down. I'm uncomfortable having this stuff up there, I didn't mean it". They did a complete 180 on me; they were uncannily polite and subdued. I simply told them, if it makes them uncomfortable seeing bad stuff about them up there, how do they think someone who is having unsubstantiated bad rumors spread about them would feel? And I told them once it's up, it's up forever. I can't take it down. It's loose. Lastly, I told them that anyone else who saw the bullying probably saved captures or screenshots of their own, too, so even if I could take it down, those other screenshots are likely always going to be there anyways. (I had no confirmation that anyone else took captures, but it was a possibility given how nasty they were being.) Moreover, it wasn't just me; people don't like when people act like they did, even if their online buddies think it's cool and funny, and like me, they save receipts to know who to avoid, even in the future.

The anti proceeded to not only pull down all their posts harassing my mutual, but pleaded with their own mutuals to remove their reblogs of said posts. A lot of them didn't, because they were in full-on rage and bully mode, and it just made the anti even more uncomfortable, knowing they couldn't control what their pals were doing.

This was ages ago, but it was so satisfying. Not only did they stop cold in their tracks when they realized just how all of their bullying shit could remain on the internet permanently, but they never said a peep about my mutual again, or even me. It was an instant KO. I don't do this stuff lightly, but for people this ignorant and stupid, sometimes a healthy dose of reality and a taste of their own medicine is enough to make them realize they fucked around and found out.

Posting as a response to a previous ask.

[menlove]

hiii! i want to say one thing and then ask another. first, i just absolutely love your blog and your theories, i think they are very enlightening about the beatles and their dynamics (specially about paul, john as individuals and The Mclennon story™️). and second, i was curious, stalking your blog when i saw "john fighting more internalized homophobia than paul", and i will be so happy if you can explain for the majority of the people! :-) obviously if you can and you want lol.

aaaah yeah to me it just reads that way. ik paul has made Comments about not being gay (though most of these minus like one are from the 80s/90s and the most Recent one was bc the interviewer was being disrespectful as fuck honestly) but like as far as their personal lives go aside from like. paul with his pr mask on. I think john had a lottttt more going on there than him. like there's this sort of idea that if paul Is queer, then he's more repressed and more homophobic than john and idk about all that but I do certainly think john just was extremely repressed and extremely angry about it.

notttt pulling receipts on this btw bc I'm at work and it's not that serious just me rambling but if anyone wants to look this stuff up the sources are around I just can't be fucked rn but.

like paul has never gotten violent about it. but there's Many stories about john getting violent over being called gay/assumed to be gay, and not just when he was younger. like ofc there's the infamous bob wooler incident, but there's also the story about him punching a guy in the crowd around the same time for saying the same thing while he was on stage. and there's the story about him kissing a guy & headbutting him in the 70s. he also made a Ton of homophobic remarks on and off through the 70s (although tbf they Were after the mess of primal scream therapy so he was obviously dealing with whatever that brought up) like talking about "fags" derogatorily or like the whole calling paul gay for wanting to meet w him one on one without linda and yoko.

and I think obviously there's like many complexities in that man bc the 70s is Also full of shit like rumors about him fucking a prostitute w david bowie & then fucking david bowie, or the "john lennon's guide to bisexual gardening", or him trying to spread rumors that he Was gay, or that interview where he says he's never fucked a man but he's planning on it when he's 40 etc..... but I think he very much Did oscillate between leaning into it for shock value and then getting angry/scared when he was taken seriously about it

paul just to me seems a lot more settled about it. a lot of his comments are that john wasn't gay (which is interesting to Say The Least) and when he would get defensive about his own sexuality it's like. it's a lot more chill lmao and also just kind of tongue in cheek to me (again the female hordes). even if it's Not tongue in cheek, it's still just way more relaxed. like john he also had no issue hanging around queer people and being in queer spaces, but it doesn't seem like he ever got defensive about it in the same way and in fact seemed to sort of thrive off of being in those spaces and getting that kind of attention.

so like ultimately just as like a thought experiment if anything Did happen between the two of them, I think paul would have been a bit more calm about it than john. I can see him treating it as more of a "yeah alright this is a thing I like and thing I do it doesn't mean anything I'm not Gay I still Like women but this is fun and exciting and I love the attention" rather than john who I feel would just dig himself into a well of self-loathing so deep he can't see the sun anymore, while still compartamentalizing it to be able to participate in those acts without thinking of himself as Queer.

[coketankwar]

BOWERS GANG HC

Summary These are some situations that I'm sure would occur during the school year at Derry High School with the Bowers gang as classmates, specifically being their crushes.

Warning English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes, I try to be as accurate as possible (book and movie) because I know a lot of useful (or not) information about them, if something doesn't sound right you can alert me so i can improve. I took the liberty of giving the crush names, since I need to refer them, but you can easily change it in your mind as you read.

A/N I didn't write about them for a while because I was very busy and didn't have time to think about good situations but human creativity has no limits so it's good to explore, anyway I hope you like it.

Henry Bowers

Henry Bowers was the typical quiet student, which didn't even come close to meaning he was the smartest. First, let's talk about his main classes, which, besides science, where he sat next to Patrick in the second row, and social studies, behind Belch in the fourth row, he didn't really care about the others. And he still had to choose extracurricular classes, so out of his options, he chose the science club, which he only chose because Patrick was in it but then he found out someone better, and it's not because he loves Patrick, I mean, Patrick is his friend and he would never replace him, but if Henry had a choice he would choose Victor, since Victor is the smartest and doesn't do stupid things in class, but anyway.

As I was saying before, Henry was the quiet student, which contradicted his personality, but there were reasons. Henry was always in a bad mood in the morning and use to be crude and cruel to anyone who spoke to him without fear of getting into trouble, so before the third class of the day, from the moment Henry allowed it, his friends would talk to him but it didn’t happen everyday. He always got lost in his own world, even more so when the teachers started chatting about their own lives. All of this was so boring, studying, taking notes, reading, answering questions for the whole class, Henry rejected all of it.

It wasn't like he was acting like a rebel kid but he just knew that it was his life and he would do what he wanted to. But Henry would never let Ms. Anderson's boring government lectures class get in his way, he would make sure to spread rumors about Marsh with his whispers and the sound of tearing papers to pass offensive notes and threatening his classmates, all while Belch tried to write his name in cursive, a flawed but hard-working job. But when the bell rings, he doesn't even say goodbye to Belch but runs to find Patrick, while the girl from the science club messes with his mind.

It's always like this, he repeats it every tuesday until science club time. He walks into the lab and Patrick is right behind him, they're a little late but that's definitely not important, Henry sits in the same place as always, perfect view to face Angela. Who is Angela? Besides being you, she's the girl who makes Henry genuinely happier. Unfortunately for both of them, he would never have the courage to find a way to go out with her, maybe afraid of being rejected or afraid of starting to hate her and lose the thing he feels for her, he doesn't know, he can't. Even though he doesn't think that glare her is enough, he wants more, to have her for himself, to undress her, to possess her.

He glance at Patrick who is mixing those stupid and colorful chemicals to create some different shit, like a silly child while snickering alone to himself, Henry shifts his gaze to Angela again and begins to reflect looking at the beautiful figure of the girl a few counters away. He knows that Patrick can't help him, Patrick doesn't even have a girlfriend, he flirts with girls and grabs them when they don't want him and that's not what Henry wants for Angela. So he writes his house phone number on Patrick's notepad, ignoring the page above with an erect penis, rips out the sheet with the number and waits for the bell rings so he can sneakily put it in Angela's backpack. He'll wait patiently for her to call him and she better call. Luckily for Henry, Oscar was out of the house solving Betty Ripsom's missing.

Patrick Hockstetter

Patrick Hockstetter is often focused on his own ideas during class time, much more so than Henry actually. In science class, specifically biology, he keeps killing flies with his ruler and putting them in his pencil case. For a moment he looks at Henry next to him who is bored, he lets out a scoff and goes back to his biology class ritual. And in the science club, he is only participating because he thinks he can create a poison to freeze the bodies of his four legs victims faster, although he finds Henry's company insignificant, keeping in mind that Henry only stares at the girl across the room and does not do experiments with so many free products for them to use. But whether it is new or not, Patrick loves language arts class.

Even more so when it comes to reading comprehension, he didn't have the habit of reading although he did from time to time, of course the books he read were about chemistry and human anatomy but they were still books.

It all started when Patrick and his friends made fun of Tozier, the rumor was that they had shit in his backpack, but this had not been confirmed by Tozier, perhaps embarrassment. Patrick received a short suspension and was transferred from math to language arts. Despite his gift for understanding science scriptures perfectly, he had a lot of difficulty reading the classic books that Mr. Wilson gave him and as a way of helping, Evie was selected as his partner in all non-dynamic reading-based schedules. Something about Evie makes Patrick feel more than excited, perhaps her intellectualism... Or the strong smell of blackberries that she exudes, probably from her perfume, a slightly unpleasant smell for Patrick but that suits Evie very well.

When it came to writing, Patrick would ask Evie for help writing his essays, always asking for references and asking how to spell simple words because no matter how much he bothered her, she would always be kind and he was attracted to that. In grammar he would take Evie’s textbook and scribble nonsense words and pictures, then hand it to her to hear her sweet young laugh, this because she now saw him as her friend but secretly he saw her as his girlfriend.

But let's be honest, Patrick would never admit to liking her because he doesn't know her well enough. Deep down, he's also afraid of ruining things between them, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care for her. On the contrary. No guy can talk to her, not even Kaspbrack, her cousin, at least not in Patrick's presence. He can't let her know this side of him, that he's evil. For her, it's enough that he's a bully, that doesn't matter, but obsessed with her? She would push him away for sure. So that would be his secret, she was secretly his and no guy would approach her until she realized what was going on. Good luck.

Victor Criss

With Victor Criss things are very different. If he likes a girl, he will show it for real, unless he is rejected, he will start being a jerk and show that he doesn't hang out with Bowers for no reason. But that's not the point. Victor comes from a very well-structured middle-class family that worries excessively about his future, so he needs to have more discipline than the others, but he likes it. He often participates in debates, academic competitions and math games. In fact, he is a totally STEM person and math is the subject he does best in.

This could be a point he would hide from his friends, he doesn't want to be known as a nerd, he would hate that, so not having anyone from the gang in his classes or extracurriculars is like a dream. But s espite his embarrassment at “looking like a nerd to the gang”, they already knew he was so smart, he had his own debate team and always won, he presented academic competitions when he wasn’t participating and he had never failed any subject, obviously being from a gang that was so poorly suited to studies and being the smartest one, he was the one who helped everyone there, so his intellect wasn’t a problem for Henry. He always gets great grades and tries his best to be the best in the class, also a question of his ego.

After what he and his friends had done to Tozier, he expected at least some nasty looks from his classmates, but that didn't happen. I mean, Uris, Kaspbrack, and Denbrough did but they are Tozier friends so they don’t count, and Tozier was missing that week out of fear or embarrassment, whatever. His classmates didn't seem to care much about what had happened.

Victor felt something for a girl, I say felt, because he already confessed it to her, in fact before that they were good friends, she is not smarter than him but she participates in his debate team, and because shes a humanities person they always win. Before that, he was in the last row on the left side next to the window in the fifth chair, Laura was in front of him taking some notes that were on the board. It was already customary for them to pass notes during classes since any whisper and Mr. Murphy would breathe deeply until his bald head grows hair.

Victor tore the sheet from his notebook and thought about his hesitant question, they had a good friendship and he would be upset if she said no to his request, whether she wanted it or not, he wrote it down and passed it to her on the hidden side of the school desk, he smiled excitedly when he read the girl's small and excited response, who giggled while still writing down what was on the board. You don't have to be a nerd to figure out the answer.

Belch Huggins

Belch is also more chill about his feelings, but he can't let himself seem weak. In social studies class, he often talks to his other friends, Henry actually doesn't like that, that Belch, his friend, has other friends besides him, Patrick and Victor and that's what puts him in a bad mood most of the time. Belch likes to talk a lot in class when he's not scribbling in his notebook and he's a very good-natured person. He and the gang take Spanish class, the reason is that they can all sit at the table and talk for hours without paying attention, but it's still not his favorite class.

As an extracurricular, Belch chose sports, baseball. It's all so exciting to him, so genuine, he loves baseball like he loves his Firebird. It's not professional, of course, neither the teams nor the teachers, but it was still very important to Belch.

During this time, he met Susan, who also plays sports and sometimes ends up on the same random team as Belch. At first, he didn't feel anything for her. In fact, he felt anger. This was because she didn't know how to play, she didn't even try to learn, and he took the game very seriously. He complained about this to Henry, talking about how annoying the girl was, but that was before what happened last Friday. Mr. Jenkins prepared his students with a series of physical exercises and sorted them into teams. Unfortunately for Belch, he had been on the same team as Susan again.

As soon as the teams were complete, they started playing. Susan did a little better than before this time, and after the game ended, she approached Belch. He was quite surprised. Girls don't usually approach him. What girl wants something with someone nicknamed Belch? They stared at each other for a few seconds. He knew she was pretty, and that deep down the "hatred" he felt for her had another meaning. She reminded him of something, his Yankee baseball cap that was in the stands. "Did you forget your locker password?" She teased him. He didn't laugh. He couldn't laugh. She was very pretty and was talking to him, smiling at him with those bright little eyes. Of course, he took the cap later. Only his important cap could make him forget his thoughts about the girl.

Fridays went by and they got really close, like true teammates even though she wasn't as good as him and not always at the same team as well, but he scheduled days off from school when he had free time to help her. They were really close and he could feel her feelings for him as much as she felt his, it was magical, he had never felt this way before. So it wasn't long before he started asking her out on dates outside of school and the field, dates lead to connection and connection leads to kissing.

[pascaloverx]

UNREQUITED LOVE

Summary: Being a new student is already complicated. But when you end up developing an unwanted crush on a schoolmate, everything seems to get worse. This particular schoolmate is romantically involved with someone. And to make matters worse, the popular school quarterback starts to bother you.

Author's Note: This fanfic will be short and set in the universe of the movie Bottoms (2023), directed by Emma Seligman, using the characters from the film. The characters do not belong to me. The fanfic will not strictly follow all the situations from the movie. I hope you enjoy it. Initially, there will be no adult content. There will only be inappropriate language and scenes of violence.

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Justice really shouldn't exist. You defend yourself against an asshole who spread rumors that you were having an affair with your chemistry teacher and the following week you are forced to transfer schools.

"Get out of the way, nerd!" You hear a boy scream as you pass through the school entrance hall. Several other boys are carrying this boy on their arms, while shouting "Jeff, Jeff, Jeff".

"Education sends its regards, you idiot." You answer the boy. He immediately left the arms of the other boys. All dressed in football player clothes.

"Who are you?" The quarterback being carried asks in a rude manner. You close your eyes as you think about how to respond to the idiot in front of you.

"No one. But if you cross my path again, I could be your worst nightmare. And just so you know, the last quarterback that pissed me off ended up in the hospital." You say, getting close to him to look threatening. He looks a little scared, but when you turn around; and it creates trust.

"I have no interest in fucking you but thanks for the offer. Good luck surviving this school, nerd." His words shock you. You turn to look at him as you close your fist getting ready to hit him in the face.

"He's not worth it if that's what you think. I'm Josie, by the way." A girl approaches you as the players leave. You take a deep breath, still clenching your fists but thinking that your new schoolmate must be right. The consequences of hitting that shitty quarterback would be horrible.

"How do you put up with this?" You ask looking at Josie. She gives a somewhat awkward smile and then seems to think about how to respond.

"He's actually my girlfriend's asshole ex-boyfriend. Maybe this will make me put up with him more easily. But you'll get used to it. I can introduce you to my small group of people who can socialize in the midst of this hell." Josie speaks softly. You don't know if you'll be able to fit into anyone's friendship group in any way.

"How do you know I'm not an idiot?" You ask, walking to where your locker would be while Josie follows you. Just then, something hits you. Not something but someone. The person is running and basically passes halfway between you and Josie. Your body is thrown against your locker, making you fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm deeply sorry. I'm late for Mrs. Jones's class. I didn't even see you there." A girl says to you. You still have your face turned down but when you look up, to curse the girl, you are dazzled. She is probably one of the most beautiful girls you have ever seen. You are speechless while still on the floor. Josie seems worried about you, saying things you can't even hear. Your entire attention is directed to the pretty girl who made you fall to the ground.

"And that's an excuse to run over me? What's wrong with people around here." You speak feeling pain on your ankle. The girl who knocked you down holds out her hand for you to hold on to get up. You look at her feeling a confused feeling of irritation and lust.

"Don't take it personally. Let me help you up." The girl says to you, still waiting for you to take her hand. With no other way to do it, you take the girl's hand. She pulls you up. When you are back on your feet, you are very close to the girl. You look at each other, and you feel a bit embarrassed.

"What a strange way to introduce yourselves. New girl, this is Hazel. Hazel, this is the new student who arrived today. Poor thing, in less than twenty minutes she had to deal with Jeff and now got knocked down by Hazel here. Despite the way you met, new girl, know that Hazel is nice." Josie says, introducing you to Hazel. Hazel looks at you as if she's analyzing you, then gives a slight smile, as if she somehow approves of you.

"And doesn't the new girl have a name?" Hazel asks, looking at Josie and then at you. You hadn't even noticed that you hadn't introduced yourself to Josie until this moment.

"She does indeed. By the way, my name is Y/N." You respond, looking at Hazel with indifference. What if she notices your slight crush on her right away?

"I need to go now, but I'll see you at the break, Josie. And welcome, new girl. I hope you stick around. Our circle of friends is definitely the best you’ll find in this school," Hazel says as she runs off to a classroom.

"She seems a bit crazy, but she has a good heart. She and my best friend PJ have a special kind of friendship. I bet you'll like PJ too. How about you put your things in your locker and I show you around the school?" Josie proposes, and you nod. You're optimistic about this school transfer, just hoping you can control your attraction to Hazel. But this is only the first day of school; a lot can change.

[kanmom51]

JK Radio Stationhead 1 October 2023

And a little more as well...

cr./and huge thanks to the translation accounts I used in this post.

I think this was the most interesting Stationhead we've had so far with JK. JK was chatty, informative (well, to an extent), I would maybe even say combative? Maybe that's a little too strong a term to use, but I do think he came to show that he is unbothered by the shitstorm going on and clap back just a little bit. And he knows about that shitstorm, make no mistake.

I see Jikookers falling for this hateful campaign against JK. Not only are they perpetuating it, but they are also adding to it, embellishing it, and spreading it.

By now JK has had several girlfriends named, he's a baby daddy (she was pregnant in Feb, so...), he's going on double dates with his mate Tae, trucking (censorship issues had me change that - you know exactly what it's meant to be) her with the windows and curtains open for all to see (after telling us he's aware he's being followed around including home). All this he managed to get done before he sat down and did hours on end of JM dedicated lives, calling him his fan, flirting with him online while in bed for all of us to see, and going on a 4 day private trip with him.

A very wise blogger once said: (@ourwinterspring, hope you don't mind me quoting your wise words):

Rumors are created by haters accepted by fools and spread by idiots

That. Just that!!!

People that called themselves Jikook supporters (I'm not talking about shippers, they are in this for their own self gratification, while supporters are supposed to be looking out for JM and JK and supporting them both individually and their relationship, which btw is still considered tabooed in their own country), they are rushing to conclusions, and aiding in the spread of these lies.

K-army laughed them off.

Chinese army are fighting them off.

And I army are just spreading them like wildfire.

Why this long winded introduction?

Because Jikook are in an impossible position really. They are a closeted queer couple in a country and industry that would not accept their relationship if it would become publicly known. As long as the door is open for deniability they are ok. Taking that step through that door and out of the closet, that is one hell of a step with many consequences, to them and to those who surround them.

JK is about to release his 1st solo album, and he's in the midst of trying to infiltrate the American and Western music market. To do so they are selling a very certain image, and being queer is not part of it.

They are also both before enlistment to the military.

Them going: "hey bitches, the stories are untrue, we're in a long term loving relationship", is not a realistic expectation. And no matter what JK would say otherwise, the rumours they are just gonna keep coming, cause this train, this coordinated smear attack, it's not finished. And if and when that would be done, we'd be back to Yubi and Rose and Lisa (oh, oops, she's with Freddie), and Miju. Ehm, she's married. But wait, since when has that stopped anyone, eh? It didn't stop the Nicole stories, which, btw, are still rampant, including among some Jikookers (?) - what the actual truck is wrong with people???

So, no Jikook announcement.

A company one? Kind of feel that one won't come either. Again, JK 3D promotions and upcoming album in mind. Not to mention, and this my friends is me being super cynical right now, other than the harassment claims, the company doesn't have a problem with these rumours, given it solidifies his bad boy, truckboy, heterosexual image they are selling right now. There, I said it.

But Jikook, JM and JK, they aren't happy with this. They can't be happy with this. As much as this image is a price to pay, on the way JK is sending us constant hints that it ain't all that you see. That he's a complex being. That he might appear one way in 3D, but another in Seven and another in his CK and Vogue photoshoots (the latter with him being the artistic designer and bringing along some outfits and/or accessories that he wanted himself), not to mention someone else all together in his long lives with us. He tells us this is him. Who we see. But those that only see that image in 3D are just not looking at the full picture he's painting.

This is him:

But also this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

They are all pieces of the puzzle that is one Mr. Jeon Jungkook. And I'm sure there are pieces we have yet to see.

It's funny that JK is singing 3D (basically having phone sex and wishing for more) but at the same time he's telling us "this is me in 3D". Not one dimensional. A complex grown up human being.

Btw, I kind of feel like I need to link this post again, seeing that so many are still thinking that having muscles, tattoos and piercings makes you heterosexual or at least bi. Cause, I mean, you must be sexually attracted to women if you are super masculine, and get tattoos or pierce your body, right?

Oh boy, this is a long one. I haven't even started with Stationhead, lol.

So, JK is trying to show us he's a complex human being. This is him. Not one MV or song he chose to sing. The full picture. The shoots he chooses, the concepts for his songs (do I have to remind of his Seven concept shoot?), his lives, what he shared with us (as in past tense cause Idk how much more he will with everything that's going on).

And in the midst of this, knowing you are in a committed relationship, having your integrity, your good name smeared, being with the person you love and knowing that the world not only doesn't see how dear you are to each other but also thinks you're being sexually intimate with multiple others. Not to mention, having to deal at this young age with the knowledge that there are people out there that hate you enough to want to hurt you on such a level, to ruin your good name, your career. It can be paralyzing. And they put on a brave face. JK says he knows people hate him and good for them, he'll continue to live his life. But it's hard, it's hurtful, and these two, they are the kindest sweetest people out there, they don't deserve this.

OMG, when will I finally get to the point?

I think about now would be a good time.

So, no speaking up. No announcement. But at the same time they don't want to just sit there and take it.

Phew, here we go?

JK came today, 1st October (or more so 1st Jimtober) to Stationhead after his 3D dance practice video landed (same day).

And by some strange coincidence (no coincidence at all), JM released his second #ThisisJimin dance clip to Dominic Fike's Phone Numbers with these lyrics, coincidentally:

Woah, Kenny! Why you not here with me? Can you break bread with me? Why you switch phone numbers like clothes? Why you can't answer me? (Yeah) 'Cause I got more coming

(Not a love song)

Using a prop. Wait for it...

Oh, and the outfits that happen to be kind of similar and sticking to the black and white.

I feel like I'm repeating myself here, but you know, sometimes you need to in order to hammer the message in.

And JK, well he also posted a selfie on Weverse (while on Stationhead).

1st Jimtober with his fave Jack Skellington.

So yeah. The little things. Those little codes that say "we are here, we are ok, all is well, this will definitely not break us."

Yes. I get all of that from those little things, lol.

But, it didn't end with that.

And here we are.

Finally at the precipice.

Well, not precipice per say. That's being a little dramatic. But I am finally going to get to JK on Stationhead, as in what we got from him during the show.

I guess with this long introduction I should start with the Jikook related, right?

Let's start with JK repeating the endearment JM used in his IG post for 3D.

And then JK basically confirmed that he and JM were together when drawing the cloud whale drawing JM shared with us on IG telling us JK drew it.

Making sure we know that they drew the whale together.

You don't have to understand Korean to hear the amusement in his voice. We don't know when this was taken (CT or perhaps more recently... although my initial thought was CT I'm kind of leaning to it being more recent, like very recent), but we know they were together. We thought so and now JK confirmed it.

Enjoyed confirming it.

He also brought up JM's birthday being this month. Yes, he could be reacting to comments, but we've discussed this multiple times in the past. You know. Choices. And in this case, his choice which ones to answer, right?

Once again, it's all in the way it's all being said. The "I know something you don't" tone of voice. The "a-ha, yeah, Uhah" while supposedly looking up if he's doing something on the day. The "I'm going to be busy...I see I have a schedule..?" ending with a question mark? As in "do I really?" Lol.

The way he was talking, the man has something planned. I really don't want to have any expectations here. But man, he's making it hard for me not to have them. Lmao.

And another JM related comment he chooses to answer:

This time you don't get the sassiness or teasing in his voice like we did with the JM birthday answer. Idk why they aren't doing each other's challenges. It's for them to know. We know JK was showing/teaching JM Seven moves. We know that JK knew SMF pt. 2 moves. I guess it's something they just decided between them. Or perhaps schedules didn't and aren't aligning. Who knows. And who knows, we might just get a surprise. Next phone song JM does could be 3D, lol.

Ok, so he saw his parents. He goes on to also talk about his mother's cooking (oh, that man is so in trouble with his mom calling her cooking bland, lmao). Kind of gathering from it all that JK was in Busan for the holiday. Could that photo JM shared, you know, the one JK made sure we know they both drew the whale on, have been taken when they were both down in Busan for the holiday? I wonder...

This here is, I feel, JK clapping back a little at the haters. But also telling us, once again, that he's an adult and does adult things. Knows how to work hard when needed, and when to "play hard", as in relax and have a good time, when allowed.

This one isn't about Jikook (well in a sense maybe it is, as it's about shooting down TKKs hopes and prayers, lol). JK clarifying Tae's story about him recording a song at JK's place and JK directing him.

So, no pre-planning, JK's reply "and I was like "suddenly"? And also letting us know Tae didn't record the final at his place. Burn, lol. Also answers (again - like in the Inkigayo live) a question about karaoke with Tae. More or less same answer. More or less "that's a no"?

And this I already shared with you guys:

This is basically JK. Again, when he says I'm showing you my true self. It's not the image of the hunky guy with the sexy expressions doing that sexy choreography with the female dancers hands on him. Well not only. It's the shy introvert that feels awkward when these women are touching him. And just to be clear here. This isn't me saying anything about his sexuality. But it's definitley me saying he is not this careless truckboy people are so badly wanting him to be. Being an adult and having sex (let's call it rex from now on), a lot of it, enjoying it, doesn't make it the core of who you are as a person, doesn't mean you are having rex with multiple people for the only pursual of physical gratification nor does it mean that the rex you are having is necessarily with a female even if you are singing a song saying girl in it, to which the lyrics were not written by yourself. JK also sang a song about having rex 7 days a week, but with that one person, in his words, wanting to be all the time with "the love of my life". See, that was a little slip of the tongue by him, lol. But very revealing. Thank you ever so much for that one JK.

Do you understand the difference here?

One being lyrics to a song he's performing, him being a singer. Lyrics he didn't write himself.

The other is his explanation, his take on the meaning of the song he is singing (also not written by him). Inserting that little very personal touch.

Do we get it? JK isn't the lyrics, the lyrics aren't JK.

Oh, and by the by, JK's lyrics aren't referencing multiple partners. If we are being all about "but he's singing it, so it must be who he is". The multiple partners, the truckboy image, that's Jack Harlow's bit. JK is still talking to one person.

But again, I stress, the song doesn't represent JK as a person or his character. And those that are making that leap are simply...

Moving on.

JK's asked which he prefers more? 7 or 3D. Very diplomatically makes sure we know that at the time he liked Seven and now it's leaning more towards 3D. Well duh, this is him promoting it. Then he combines the two to 7D.

"What's your favourite part of 3D?" Him asking the listeners.

JK talked about eating chicken, being busy practicing all the time (I am curious to know what for), finishing up and going home to workout, shower and sleep.

He also talked about GCF and his appreciation for Army.

Asked about music or variety show, and the answer is probably not, it's hard for him (this is where the shy introvert part of him wins, I guess). It's easier to be alone on a stage in front of thousands performing than have to interact one on one with people that you aren't as familiar or comfortable with. On stage you go after much practice. Small talk and interviews and socializing means having to be focused (neuro divergent prince here) and it's so so hard for a shy introvert to deal with. Key word ALONE.

Although he's asked about further plans he's adamant not to give spoilers (well, more so afraid he'll be told off by the company, lol).

He misses the old days I guess. Of Kakao Fancafe. The intimacy of it. The safety of it perhaps.

He also wants to cook for army.

I feel like him telling us he is pulling back on the lives, allowing for the mystery, well he's also missing those lives. He needs that connection with his fans. Maybe even more so with this path he's going down, disconnecting from the idol and becoming the mega star. He needs that emotional connection with his fans. But at the same time, a more intimate setting, where he can really connect with them, is something he prefers.

And again, the connection with Army.

About the members:

F u c k , this is getting way too long. I can't talk about it all. I will add a couple more things and leave it at that. My apologies.

So, this is another clap back from JK:

Oh, and this was curious.

Ooh, one last thing.

He finally tells us where he got the scar on his shoulder from. Well, not too glamorous, lol. He slipped and fell while running in the car park shooting the CK ad. Hurt his finger as well, but that has healed already by now.

JK ending with:

Funny how the little things just added up. All very little perhaps inconsequential actions as of themselves, but add them together and you get a message.

One you will see if only you wish to.

Oh, and end comment. This is utterly disgusting and childish and I'm at a total loss for words here.

We have 2 more of these coming, if I'm not mistaken. Will be interesting to see what we get next.

[yuco-the-alien116]

I'm like, slowly going crazy over how meny people are leaving this community because all can't shut the fuck up and look for facts and just yell about it to ruin someone's form of comfort

This is not me saying that people who talk about these rumors and spread then should forever be in trouble because most of the people here are minors so they are still young and can learn.

YALL ARE THE ONES WHO NEED TO GROW UP

This is why I ain't posting as much, noms isn't much of a comfort anymore because what I truly like/ want to draw if just hard for me, but also I feel like yall are gunna point fingers at me so wtf would I even try?

Long story short, anyone who spreads rumors or pointed fingers and ruins people's fun or comfort. You need to back off and think about yourself and why your doing it

[gotskamstuff]

I'm gonna be honest here, words cannot describe how much I hate that Rudison thread on Twitter and how resentful I am to that person for creating it.

The whole thing is narrating fans speculations and rumors as ultimate facts on what happened to Rudy and Madison behind the scenes when in reality NO ONE knows what happened between them for certain and what angers me the most is knowing that these are exactly the type of things that make both of them (especially Rudy) even more distant and cold and detached from the show.

I might be dramatic but this shit could've singlehandedly made things catastrophic for the show, there's no way it hasn't reached them or anyone from the cast/Netflix... like, 18 MILLION views and 80k likes is insane and I know for stuff like this Rudy would lose his mind.

I honestly can't stand when the "fans" act like this towards Rudison, they're always crying about how much they miss them and how they wish they could go back to what they were and then they purposely go on social media doing and saying things that they know damn well Rudy and Madison can't stand at all, it's almost as if they do it on purpose…and then act all surprised when the two of them get uncomfortable on camera.

What good is this gonna do to them and to the show? It's only gonna make things 10 times worse and much more hostile, the only thing this helps with is creating an even bigger fracture and a more uncomfortable environment for them and the rest of the cast/crew.

If Rudy wasn't leaving the show already maybe he will now, 'cause a shit like that going viral to 18 million people AND COUNTING, I know is gonna make him (and Madison) mad.

I'mma be honest, I truly hope they sue for that thread (especially since the account is now monetizing from it with the blue check) 'cause it ain't normal how easily people think they can say and do whatever they want behind a screen about people's personal lives without any repercussions (���cause news flesh Rudy, Madison and their partners are people whose mental health also matters).

Spreading fan speculations and rumors as real facts and creating such a malicious image for the both of them to MILLIONS is insane.

We always say "omg they're so immature" but to be honest Rudy and Madison have been far too patient for far too long, people constantly say the most deranged things to them and their partners (including friends and families at times) without any consequences...it's not normal.

On the long run shit like this inevitably has consequences on their mental health and their relationships and there’s gonna be a point when they’re gonna be TOO fed up and can’t deal with it anymore, don’t act surprised then if they leave the show, y’all did this and seem pretty happy while doing it.

That thread created such an unpleasant atmosphere right before the release of the new season and attracted so many negative reactions towards them that I honestly don't understand how anyone who calls themselves fans of the show, of Rudy or Madison can be giddy about it.

Play stupid games and win stupid prizes... don't act surprised if Rudy leaves OBX or if they don't look at each other in the face during promo when some "fans" do THE MOST to add fuel to the fire.

It’s less than 2 months since the release of a season that we've waited for almost 2 years and the fandom should be filled with excitement and positivity talking about the story and theorizing about it, yet everyone is doing the most to ruin it focusing on the wrong stuff (which are sadly hard to ignore when the consequences effect the show hence all the fans).

I hope by the time the season comes out y'all will have calmed your tits with the malicious gossips, bunch of Regina George wanna be.

[dumbasslesbi2]

But I Thought You Had a Girlfriend?~ Chapter 1 (Agatha x Rio Students AU)

Chapter 2

Summary:

Agatha and Wanda are top students while Rio and Alice are delinquent students that everyone seems to dislike. However, Agatha can't seem to stop the crush she has on Rio even if all the rumors are true. The includes the rumor that her and Alice are dating. Rio also can't help but think the same, even if she thinks Agatha is dating Wanda. Will it all change when they're assigned as partners for an AP Art project?

Notes:

Hey y'all! I got a surprise for y'all, this one's gonna be a mini series! I'm thinking either 3 or 4 chapters, still undecided but ya this should be fun! Hope y'all enjoy, as always please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss so stuff.

Agatha Harkness had always been the top of classes no matter what. She always needed to have the best score possible on her tests and refused to settle for a B. She couldn’t help herself, she had always been a “Type A personality” since she was little. Agatha was THE A+ student but that didn’t mean she was exactly the top in social settings. Because she was so high achieving she also had been known to argue with anyone and always needed things her way. Because of this, Wanda was pretty much her only friend. Wanda and Agatha had been friends since middle school and have been inseparable since then. She was always bubbly and nice but when Wanda needed help Agatha was always there. If Wanda got into an argument with someone, Agatha was always there to back her up. Agatha was basically Wanda’s guard dog, everyone knew not to mess with Wanda unless they wanted to deal with Agatha. The only person who didn’t care about this was Jen. She was the only person in the school who dared to compete with Agatha and try and beat her perfect scores. This only made Agatha try harder and constantly bicker with Jen.

On the other end of this high scoring social tree was Rio Vidal. Rio had always been barely skating by in her test scores and grades. She cared more about art and gardening than any of her homework or tests. She would skip classes to smoke weed in the bathrooms with her friend Alice or she would go to class but just draw in her sketchbook the whole time. Rio was definitely more of a “Type B personality” when it came to school and thought she would figure out what she would do with her life when she got there. In her mind she was still young and could afford to live life rather than care about school. Her and Alice were deemed as wallflowers and nobody in the school bothered them since people thought they were ”wastes of space” or “bums”. In reality they were just two teens who didn’t know what they wanted but people still thought of them as delinquents. Well actually that was a lie, Rio did know she wanted one thing. She wanted Agatha. However, she thought she couldn’t have her, she thought Wanda had her. A rumor had gone around the school that Wanda and Agatha were dating, which Rio thought was 100% true. It was no secret that Agatha was a lesbian and because of this people thought her and Wanda were dating. In reality, they were just BFFs, Agatha held no romantic feelings for Wanda. However, she did hold romantic feelings for one girl, Rio Vidal. Her and Rio had one class together, AP art. While Agatha did enjoy regular school subjects, she still had a creative bone and found painting as a nice get away from all her troubles. She sat a table away from Rio and would admire her, she thought she was like an angel, flung out of space. However, she thought she couldn’t have her, she thought Alice had her.

Similar to Agatha, Rio was also a lesbian and didn’t make it a secret either. Alice got roped in just like Wanda and a rumor had spreaded saying that Alice and Rio were in a relationship. Rio had moved into town their freshman year and Alice was the only one who spoke to Rio, which caused them to become best friends. They weren’t in a romantic relationship whatsoever and in fact Alice found the rumor annoying because she was trying to get a boyfriend. Alice would constantly joke that Rio had cockblocked her to which Rio would always tell her to give it some time and the rumor would go away, but it never did. Rio found the rumor annoying since she wanted Agatha more than anyone. Rio was happy they at least shared one class together but she was always too scared to talk to her. She knew she had to find the courage soon since it was their senior year and knowing Agatha she probably wanted to go to a four year University like Yale or Harvard, while Rio would end up going to community college which wasn’t bad but she knew they would be separated. What Rio and Agatha didn’t know is that the cards would play in their favors. As part of their portfolio of their AP art test, their teacher assigned them to co work in atleast one piece with randomly assigned partners, which led Rio and Agatha to be paired. “Uh hi” said Rio holding up her hand with a wave, heading over to Agatha’s table. “Hey, I guess we’ll be stuck with each other for the next month” Agatha said with a giggle, trying to play off how nervous she was to be partnered with her crush. “ Ya I guess so, hope you don’t mind being stuck with me” Rio said, sitting down, avoiding eye contact with Agatha. “I don’t mind, I don’t care what people talk. If anything I’m shocked you don’t mind being stuck with me” Agatha told Rio, Pulling out her watercolor sets. “Heh, true I guess, anyways any ideas for the piece? I know you mostly do watercolor paintings but I feel we can do some mix media? I also have some gouache if you wanna try that maybe?” Rio asked, trying to change the subject. “ I’ve never worked with gouache but I’m not one to be scared of trying new things” Agatha said biting her nail while looking at Rio, hoping she wasn’t looking too desperate. Rio on the other hand was trying to calm herself down. While she was good at hiding her feelings, on the inside she was always panicking. “Duly noted, I can bring them in on Monday if you want to try it out?” Rio asked, taking a silent gulp before looking back at Agatha. “What are you doing this weekend? We can try to work on it in my mini studio” said Agatha, writing down her address on a piece of paper. “Mini studio?” Rio questioned. “Ya, my mom’s an artist, you didn’t know? My mom’s Evanora” Agatha said, semi shocked Rio didn’t know. Everyone knew who Agatha’s mother was, which is another reason why people didn’t mess with her. She never liked to gloat about it and wanted to become her own person, outside of her mother’s shadow. However, all she wanted was her mother’s approval of her which is why she always strived for such high grades. Agatha would never admit it though, she refused to admit something so weak as that. She handed Rio the paper, “my number is also on there, text me what times you’re free. My mom’s out all weekend so we should be good for any time you wanna come over” Agatha said, packing her bag before the bell rang. “I have to get to AP Lit right now but I hope you’ll text me” she said to Rio with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll text you later today. Good luck in class” Rio said, immediately regretting saying good luck, she felt like such a nerd after saying it. “Heh, thanks, see you later” Agatha said, blowing a kiss. She could tell Rio was flustered, she didn’t care if Rio had a girlfriend, one way or another she would have her. 

Once lunch started Rio went straight to Alice to catch her up on everything. She texted her as much as she could in her algebra class without getting caught. She really didn’t want to deal with the teacher taking her phone again. “Alice this is fucking insane” Rio said, sitting down at the table. “Rio, you need to tell me everything like now! How the fuck were you able to get not only her address but her number too????!” Alice said in other shock, trying not to scream. “It’s even more than that, she blew me a kiss?!?!? I’m so confused, I thought she was dating Wanda?” she told Alice, also trying to keep her voice down, hoping no one in the cafeteria will hear them. “Well what if it was just a rumor? Remember how people thought we were dating? Maybe they have the same thing going on, there’s no way they’re dating if she’s doing stuff like that in classes. Plus she’s like gonna be valedictorian, I don’t see why miss perfect would ruin her reputation like that” said Alice, biting into her apple. “Thought? Alot of people still think it” Rio said, groaning at the remembrance. “I guess it could be a rumor though. God, I hope its a rumor. I really like her, she’s just so pretty. Like did you see what she’s wearing today? She even-” “Rio, listen I love you but we’ve talked about this. I don’t mind talking about her but I can’t take it when you go off like this” Alice told Rio, interrupting her before she went into another rant. On the other side of the cafeteria Agatha went to Wanda who was talking to Vision, a new transfer student from Britain that Wanda had a huge crush on. Honestly Agatha was hoping the two would get together soon since she felt the two were a good match. “Hey Wanda, hey Vision. Sorry to interrupt but I need Wanda for a moment, kind of a girl talk if you don’t mind” Agatha said to the two, knowing Wanda was about to kill her. “Oh yeah, sure. I’ll see you after school then Wanda?” Vision said, getting up from the table. “Of course, see you after school” Wanda said, smiling up at him. As Vision walked away, Agatha sat down quickly. “Agatha this better be good, I swea-” “I gave Rio my number and address during art class today” Agatha interrupted immediately. “Oh. My. God. Agatha! I'm so happy for you!” Wanda said, putting her arms around Agatha. “Wait a minute, isn’t she dating Alice?” Wanda questioned, looking at Agatha questionably. “And? I’m better than Alice in every way. She deserves someone better if they are. Plus she would have brought that up when I gave her my number and address, what couple wouldn’t have weekend plans?” Agatha said, not caring at all. “I guess but still, you should ask her when she comes over or like bring it up subtly” Wanda said, taking a bite of her lunch. “Great idea Wanda. “Hey Rio do you have a girlfriend”. What am I, desperate? I can’t just ask her” Agatha said with a huff. “Hey, I’m only trying to help. Unless you want to stay single forever” Wanda told Agatha with a pout. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just stressed out” Agatha said, eating her cafeteria pizza. “I know, I just want you to be happy, you know?” Wanda said, putting and arm around Agatha. “I know, thank you” she said, returning the hug to Wanda. 

Once Rio got home after school she went up to her room and immediately started texting Agatha.

Hey Agatha, It’s Rio from AP Art :). I’m free tomorrow all day so just let me know what time you want me to come over!

Hi Rio! For sure, how does 12 sound? 

Sounds perfect, see you then!

See you tomorrow <3

Rio was freaking out, Agatha sent her a heart. She immediately took a secret screenshot and sent it to Alice who texted her back almost immediately 

DUDE!!!! SHE WANTS U SO BAD

I don’t know about that but I just hope this isn’t like straight girls flirting :(. Like you said, Wanda and her being a couple was probably a rumor, so she’s probably straight 

Rio, ur kidding me. Rio she’s a fucking lesbian. THE WHOLE SCHOOL KNOWS. SHE STATED PUBLICLY SHE’S A LESBIAN?!?!? DID U NOT SEE HER INSTA?!?!?!?

Wait what? You know I deleted Instagram a while ago 

RIO IT’S IN HER BIO

Rio received a screenshot of Agatha’s instagram and in her bio did in fact say “Loud and Proud” with a gay flag emoji. Rio couldn’t believe her eyes and was panicking. How did she never notice that Agatha liked her back? That night Rio almost couldn’t go to bed because of how nervous but excited she was for tomorrow. She was debating if she should take flowers or something as a gift before she went to Agatha’s tomorrow. Rio never expected this to happen but she was more than ready for it to do it. She was going to make Agatha Harkness her’s even if she had to fight to make it happen. At the same time Agatha was in her room on facetime with Wanda deciding what to wear for tomorrow. “Wanda I love you but everything you’re suggesting I can’t wear! She thinks we’re going to be painting! I can’t wear a tight dress like this if we’re painting, I’m going to be ruining my best clothes!” Agatha yelled out, grunting as she was still unsure of what to wear. “Ok but I want her to be shocked, Agatha, we need to show her how hot you can be. Remember that club we went to last week, people couldn’t keep their eyes off of you” Wanda exclaimed. “Yeah, and they were all guys Wanda! Women’s eyes aren’t the same as men, don’t think so lowly of women” said Agatha, still rummaging through her closet. “Agatha I can literally pull up a text from two weeks ago of you talking about Rio in a low cut shirt” Wanda told Agatha in a deadpan tone. “Okay! I get it!” Agatha exclaimed, pulling out more clothes. “What about these overalls and this shirt?” Agatha said, pulling out a striped purple and black shirt with navy blue overalls. “Cute! I think that’s it!” said Wanda, doing a little happy dance. “Also do you think this looks good for Vision?” Wanda asked, showing up a sundress that would hug her in all the right places. “If he doesn’t ask you to be his girlfriend after seeing you in that, it’s over” Agatha said with an eye roll. “Yay! Thanks Agatha! I’m gonna go to bed now so I don’t feel too tired when I see him tomorrow. Good luck getting Rio! Love ya!” Wanda said before hitting the end call button. “Love you too, good luck tomorrow!” Agatha said, hanging up the call. After Agatha got ready for bed she flopped on, hoping the best for tomorrow. She knew everything would go well, just like she always tells herself but she can’t help but feel a bit nervous. She knew one way or another, she would make Rio Vidal her girlfriend.

[the-other-art-blog]

I had been debating about posting this or not, but I'm going to because this fandom is getting on my nerves even worse than in the last 2 years.

And just to be clear before anyone accuses me of anything, I invite you to spend one minute on my blog. My favorite book is AOFAG. Even when I am highly HIGHLY critical of Benedict for being an absolute jerk for about 70% of the story, Sophie Beckett is the greatest character that Julia has ever written. She's everything that's good in the world 🥹 and her strength saves this story. Benedict has awesome moments and he apologizes in the end, which is rare in JQ's books, so, he has that on his favor + an incredible love confession that Luke T will absolutely nail (I still think JQ cannot write class-difference stories but whatever) Show!Ben is everything book!Sophie deserves and is going to make the adaptation so much better. I can't wait to see that.

I need Sophie in my life.

I've also written many stories about benophie and posted a lot of love for them for the past 2 years.

And you know what I have also seen in those 2 years? Benophie stans being vile, aggressive, rude, and simply put, absolute bitches. They claim to stan Sophie because of how kind she was despite her circumstances but when the news of s3 came out, they turned into full-time haters.

Now that the antipolin blog published something about the actors they like (they even lied about Claudia Jessie!), NOW they are cutting ties with that account and publishing what seems like "PR statements" (loved how a fan called this on tw) saying that the admin of that blog does not represent them. TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE. AND FALSE. Forgive me for not believing you but that blog repeated the same lies you were all saying.

A few months ago, an account on tw posted something like "I have never seen a Benophie being hateful or attacking Polin." Obviously, Polins began replying with ss of the anti blog and other crazy stans. And I didn't see any big account of Benophie come out and admit that that was wrong or cut ties with those problematic people.

For 2 years,

You called Nic an alcoholic and lazy when she posted about Champagne Fridays.

You called Luke Newton ugly every chance you got.

You cut him out of promotional photos and bts or you put something on his face, even when the photos were shared BY HIM. You use HIS photos where Luke T appeared to throw hate at him.

You made tasteless and aggressive comments about the actors and Polin for 2 years, and whenever someone called you out for that, you claimed it to be a joke and that we lacked humor. It even happened on Benophie week 2023 by the account that organizes it!

You claimed that Nic had access to the writers' room, force s3 to be hers, and purposely took SA's screen time and promo opportunities. Nic had to come out and ask all of you to stop sending hate. The unfairness of promo/screen time for Kanthony was not something Nic or Luke did, blame production for that.

You say her activism is performative cause it would kill you to admit that she's doing something good that other actors have ignored so far.

There was not one single post made by the Bton accounts or JQ that did not contain hate toward the actors/ship on the comments, even today that Benophie season is confirmed.

Even a few months ago, I published a few posts about s3. They were positive posts about Pen's makeover and how important it was for me, and this is the kind of messages I got:

Was it from a Benophie? I don't know, but it wouldn't surprise me. Also, this is the only one I ss, but I got at least 4 of them after this post (x).

Those very people who are crying right now that Benophies is being associated with the anti polin bitch were spreading the same rumors that she mentioned. And they never showed remorse!

Don't come now and say it's just ONE antipolin blog that spread all the hate. She's not talking to herself either, those anons are real because her posts have likes, so she definitely has an audience. I've met them. Unfortunately, every group chat or discord channel about Benophie is not a safe place for anyone who enjoys Polin.

And yes, I know there are equally disgusting people on the Polin fandom that I have also blocked cause they keep attacking Marina, they claim Pen is a saint when she made big mistakes, and they have also spread rumors and insulted fans and actors like Simone Ashley and Ruby Barker, not to mention the people who are obsessed with LukexNic and attack his gf. Like seriously people, you all need to be institutionalized. There is a big HUGE problem in that fandom too, but right now certain benophies are acting all innocent when I have been here also for 2 years witnessing their hate. No! I can't.

I also can't stand that most of them are loving Cressida because the patriarchy forced her to be an absolute bitch. But Pen is the antiChrist.

Some of them even justify Richard's neglect and abuse. "Richard couldn't leave Sophie with anyone else," "Richard truly loved Sophie." Seriously people.

I know most of them will ignore my post, block me even or come to my inbox to insult me. And I don't care. I haven't seen any other person admitting how hypocritical they are being.

If this offends you, I will assume you participated in the 2-year tantrum against Polin.

That's it. End of rant.

Sorry to be so negative but this really pissed me off. That statement! The nerve!!!! Ok ok, now I'm done.

Next, I will post much more positive, lovely Benophie stuff. These people are not going to ruin Benophie season for me.

[kyanitedragon]

I ship Hide with Sankou.

By the end of the light novel Days she takes a liking to him, because she doesn't have any friends but he treated her like one despite not knowing her and her being a few years older.

She was threatened and blackmailed by Cain, and he spread rumors that they were dating probably to keep his real motives secret, so I can see her being kinda touchy about dating and romance going forward, not wanting to lose that autonomy again.

I headcanon Hide as arospec, and in general he gives me really chill vibes, so I think he would be completely okay with untraditional romance or his partner wanting to take things real slow.

He also gives me vibes of like... someone who falls in love with everyone, or has the potential to fall in love with anyone, or is willing to try dating anyone and see if it works out.

And I see Sankou as someone who doesn't put too much stock in newer relationships versus her older ones. I don't know if I headcanon her as arospec, but I do see her having a very aromantic-like view on relationships. (Those "I'm not aromantic but I believe in their beliefs" people.) She prioritizes her relationships by length and closeness. Any potential partner would need to deal with coming second to her other relationships, until their bond grows stronger to warrant the same / more priority. And I can't see her ever abandoning or reducing her friendships in favor of her partner. Whenever she could, she'd hang out with both her friend and partner. (I'm interpreting her in Days as genuinely caring about Kiyama and working on becoming serious friends with him post-novel)

I'd also find it endearingly funny if she even asks out her partner in the context of "Hey come join me at [date location]. Kiyama-kun will be there too, of course." I think she'd be more likely to make her partner feel third-wheeled than her friend.

And in turn, I can see an arospec Hide sensing those arospec vibes from Sankou. And that being a big reason why he dates her. He'd think if any girl could accept his aromanticism, it’d probably be her!

Basically, I see Sankou crushing on Hide, asking him out, because she likes him and it'd be nice to date him, but she's distant enough from him that she wouldn't be entirely crushed by the rejection if he didn't reciprocate, either. She treats it more like a test and indulgence. Great if if he accepts, but not the end of the world if he doesn't. Hide agrees to date her because why not, she seems nice and she's a cute girl. And they casually date for a while and work out surprisingly well together. Maybe they don't stay together long-term, but they'd have fun and break up on good terms.

[rattlyglitch1]

Deals Can Be Broken

The rumors that followed Silver grew more after he was spotted in the cafeteria with Leona one afternoon. Now the idea of him being only related to people with grey or white hair was out the window and anyone was capable of being a suspect. Now eye colors and facial features seemed to be the main focus and anyone could be seen as a possible father.

Malleus didn't mind the rumors much of Silver being someone else child. He knew if Lilia wanted to he could put a stop to the rumors all in one action and the headmage, the teachers of the school, and Sam would agree to what he said. Malleus did mind how close Silver seemed to be with Leona though. He felt like the lion beastman wasn't the best of role models for him.

Any voice of this to Lilia though and the fae would only smile at Malleus and talk about how Silver needed to make some friends even if they weren't the most conventional. Malleus was still unsure of this but knew better than to talk to Sebek about it.

The half-fae may promise to Malleus to not say anything but if he deems that Malleus doesn't like that Silver was spending time with Leona he may act brash and try to keep the child from seeing the beastman. So with doubt that it wouldn't end well for anyone if that happened Malleus kept his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself. He would just have to prove that he was a better person to hang out with than Leona.

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Silver had been wandering around with Jack, Ace, and Deuce. Two other people had joined as well. The cat creature and the person he saw help Leona were the two people who joined them. Introduced to Silver as Grim and Yuu he wasn't sure exactly what to think about the two of them. What Silver did know was that they had been heading off to check to see the grades they got.

Silver hadn't meant to get lost or separated from them. But found himself being picked up by someone. The person reminded him of a shark cause of his sharp teeth. "Hey Azul. Jade. Look at this little Jellyfish that I found." Silver sat up and looked around confused. He guessed he must have fallen asleep in the shark-looking person's arms.

The place he was in looked like a fancy restaurant. A person with glasses and a cane walked over to him. "I've heard about this child. He's the one that the rumors have been spreading around about. Usually, though he's with Sam. How did you get here?" Silver shrugged and pointed to the pointy-teethed man.

He looked almost identical to the person next to the glasses person but the way they dressed, their eye, and their hair was different. "Mr.Sharky brought me here." Said Sharky started laughing at what Silver had called him. "I can see how you would see me as a shark Jellyfishy but I'm an eel." Silver tilted his head confused. "You gonna shock me?" The now-known eel man shook his head no. "I won't shock you Jellyfishy." Silver hummed and pointed to the floor.

The eel man placed him down and he walked over to the person wearing glasses. "So what's your name mister? Mine is Silver." The glasses man smiled at Silver. "My name is Azul. The person who brought you here is named Floyd and his twin who is next to me is named Jade." Jade placed his hand over his chest and gave a small bow.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Silver. Though I say I believe it would be best if you were headed off. If you want I could take you back to the shopkeeper. We're about to have a lot of guests arrive." Silver was hesitant. "Can't have to find Jack and Ace and Deuce. Promised to stay close to them but didn't. It was an accident though." Jade didn't push Silver. "Ok just make sure you don't get trampled by our guest and stay close to the front area of the lounge ok?"

Silver went to the front of the lounge where Jade told him to stay. As people began to filter in though he saw Yuu, Jack, Grim, Ace, and Deuce. Grim, Ace, and Deuce had something weird on their heads though. Jack seemed to be upset at them. "What happened to you three was your fault. Cheating isn't a fair way to pass a test. What we need to focus on is finding…Silver!"

The yell from Jack gave Silver quite a jump. The wolf beastman hurried over to him though and crouched down to Silver's height. "Are you ok? They didn't hurt you right?" Silver was confused at the questions Jack asked and why he was looking over him for injuries. "I'm ok. Mr.Floyd found me and brought me here. Haven't been here long. Don't think so at least."

Jack looked over to Azul, Floyd, and Jade a glare being sent at them before he picked up Silver. "You shouldn't be around them too much. Their the reason Ace, Deuce, and Grim look like that." Silver upon closer inspection noticed some weird plant-looking things on the three heads of his friends. "Jack you said it earlier though. It was their fault for cheating. They made the deal with me." Silver looked at Azul. "What did you do to them?"

Azul hesitated before answering. "In simple terms, they made a promise to me. They weren't able to fulfill their part of the promise though so now they have to work and help me around the Monstro Lounge." Silver seemed confused still. "But even if they couldn't keep the promise shouldn't you forgive them?" Azul sighed and shook his head. "It isn't that simple Silver" he replied gently patting Silver's head. Jack moved back away from Azul holding Silver protectively. Silver looked at Azul.

"What if I made a promise to you then? I keep my part and they get their promise forgiven?"

Silver held out his pinky to Azul a happy grin on his face. Azul seemed to flinch back from Silver after he said that. Azul pushed his glasses up and looked to the side away from Silver. "I don't make these kind of promises with children. Even if I did agree it still wouldn't be as simple as that." Silver lowered his pinky in disappointment.

"What if I made a deal with you then?"

Silver looked over and saw Yuu. Azul seemed much more delighted in the deal they had to make with him than Silver's promise. The face Azul made when agreeing to the deal was one that Silver didn't like. It was like someone was hiding something scary. He would have to ask Mr'S or his Papa what the difference was later.

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Silver had a mission at the moment. Jack had promised that Leona would play card games with Silver in the garden that weekend if he distracted Floyd and Jade while they did something. Silver was sure that he was good at distracting. Jack was off somewhere with Ace, Deuce, Grim, and the person without magic named Yuu underwater while Leona was getting something important that would help Grim, Deuce, and Ace.

So far chess has been a slow playing game. Jade or Floyd would switch sides when a new game began and help Silver if he needed it. Honestly Silver thought they were awesome at playing games too. He would have to convince Leona to let Floyd and Jade come by and hang out with them sometime.

"I'm sorry Jellyfishy but we have to leave. Azul requested we help him with something." Silver looked up at Floyd. "Please stay?" he asked while giving him a sad look. Jack had taught him the look and eventually Silver was able to nail it. He called it "puppy dog eyes" or something like that. Silver couldn't remember at the moment. Floyd looked at Jade with an unsure look and then at Silver.

"How about you come with us?" Silver quickly turned to face Jade delighted by his suggestion. Floyd seemed hesitant for a change. "Are you sure Jade? Jellyfishy is smaller than the usual people we use those potions on." Jade gave Floyd a nod.

"A spoonful should be enough. Azul wrote it down in his potion book. Also, there was a question on the potions exam that asked that question and the correct answer was a single spoon if you ever give a potion to someone who's under four feet." Floyd still looked unsure. "Ok but if anything happens to him it's your fault. Also best we don't give it to Jellyfish until we get to the water."

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Silver wadded in the water tide coming in and out as he looked around. Jade had gone into the water and disappeared. He had almost begun panicking but Floyd reassured him that Jade was ok. "Jellyfish what I need you to do is wade out to that blue person in the water see? That's Jade. Has his eyes and hair." Silver looked to where Floyd had pointed.

"That looks like a snake person." Floyd snorted. "I guess he does. That is Jade though. He might look a bit different but that's because we're merpeople." Silver gasped and looked at Floyd. "You're mermaids?!" Floyd made a half motion with his hand. "More or less yes. Anyways you head out to Jade and I'll start going after you ok? I'll make sure that you don't sink while swimming."

After Floyd had finished talking Silver had already headed off toward Jade. Floyd jogged some to keep up with him and helped him reach Jade once it got too deep for his feet to touch the ground. "Now Jellyfish Jade has something in that spoon see? If you take it you'll be able to breathe underwater like us. But know this after we go back on land the potion stops working so don't try to breathe underwater again unless you're sure whatever you use in the future can allow you to breathe underwater ok?"

The face Floyd made when serious made Silver uncomfortable. He always hated when someone looked at him like that. Silver felt like he had done something wrong when seeing serious faces. "Ok promise to do that," Silver said while trying to push Floyd's serious face away. Floyd's face returned to normal and he laughed when Silver tried to push away his face.

"Awww sorry Jellyfishy I didn't mean to scare you. Now time to take some potion." Floyd helps Silver towards Jade. When Silver was handed the spoon he took the potion without hesitation. For a moment Silver was freaked out because a wave of nausea came over him. Eventually, it passed and Silver released the tight grip he had on Floyd's arm. "Awww Jellyfishy turned into a jellyfish."

The confusion must have been obvious on Silver's face because Jade pointed to his arm. It was a grey color with a blue shine to it and something clear and wavy was extending from his elbows. He looked down and saw that where his legs had been a tail had formed that was similar to Jade and Floyd's it had light blue lines going down it through to the translucent waves that were the end of it.

"Your tail is so cool too. Looks like an oscar fishtail and I bet those stingers could do some damage I bet" Floyd said chuckling. Silver looked up at Floyd. "They don't hurt you right?" Floyd shook his head. "They don't hurt me Jellyfishy. You would have to eat a real jellyfish for them to sting. But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that we go and see Shrimpy and their friends."

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"Why don't we play a game of tag until sunset? Jellyfishy can even join as well." Floyd and Jade swam in front of Yuu and the others blocking their paths. "Who's Jellyfishy?" Grima asked. Floyd grinned and moved out of the way a bit revealing Silver who hid behind him. Silver waved nervously to the others while they on the other hand had looks of shock on their face and yelled "What?!" in unison. it made Silver laugh at how funny they looked.

"What did you do to him?!" Jack demanded teeth bared at Floyd and Jade. Floyd laughed while Jade answered the question. "Silver wanted to come with us so we agreed. It would be bad manners if we left him in the Monstro lounge." Silver looked at Jack with a smile. "I was a good distraction and since I couldn't be anymore I came with them."

Jack froze while Jade and Floyd looked at Silver confused before looking back at the others a devilish smile on their faces. "You were a very good distraction Jellyfishy. Now though it's time for you to help us be a distraction by playing tag." Silver had a look of pure excitement on his face. "Are we it? Do we tag them?" Jade gave a nod. "That is our goal, Silver. We tag them but also make sure they don't get back to land."

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The game of tag was fun. Silver made sure that he kept up with Floyd and Jade and continued a circle around the group. When the anemones left Ace, Deuce, and Grim's head. Almost everyone seemed happy that they were gone but Floyd and Jade seemed nervous. "We'd best be heading back, Floyd. If the anemones are gone from their heads…." Floyd shared an ook with Jade. "Yeah, I got a bad feelin' about this."

Floyd and Jade may have seemed worried but no one seemed to plan to let them leave. Jack brought Silver over with him to Yuu and Grim while Ace and Deuce chased Jade and Floyd. After some time Jade looked at Floyd again. "I don't think we have the time to play with them anymore." The twin seemed annoyed but left with Jade without any hesitation.

Silver made sure to catch up to them while Yuu, Jack. and Grim seemed to be trying to do the same as well. The monstro lounge though was scary when everyone arrived there. It was darker and students seemed to be collapsing one after another. "Azul, what are you doing?!" Jade yelled to him.

Silver had learned from Lilia what taking another's magic looked like. It scared him to see how black the room looked. He didn't care to hear whatever speech Azul was on about not that he could understand much of it. What he didn't understand was that the same black stuff that had come from Leona was leaking from Azul and he wanted to take Floyd and Jade's powers and when they refused he changed. Silver didn't know what happened after that. Leona had ordered someone from Savanaclaw to take him to Sam and then go to the headmage.

Silver was still scared and crying by the time he was with Sam and had trouble calming down. "He's gonna die" Silver had repeated. "I don't want him to die." Sam hugged Silver and tried to calm him. "It'll be ok. He will be ok." Even though Sam did his best to reassure Silver that no one would die but he couldn't help but feel scared still.

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Silver was taken to Monstro Lounge by Leona after he begged the lion beastman to take him. Azul was back at the lounge and Silver wanted to make sure that he was ok and Jade and Floyd were as well. So after a promised nap Leona against his will took Silver to the Lounge to see the three.

"Jellyfishy your back," Floyd said happily when Silver entered the Lounge. "Are you ok though? You were really scared yesterday." Silver nodded. He would be brave. "I'm not scared anymore. Wanted to see if Azul was ok."

"Well as you see I am in very good health" the familiar voice replied. Silver looked over and saw Azul walking out from the Lounge kitchen leaning on his cane a bit. He kneeled to Silver's height and smiled at him. "Thank you for asking and for being brave yesterday." Silver squealed happily and hugged Azul. "Glad you ok and welcome." Azul sighed and kneeled down to returned Silver's hug. "I am to Silver."

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

(Silver just keeps collecting brother figures. First Malleus, then Leona, and now Floyd and Jade. I wonder whose next)