#v; gossip alert

[liroyalty]

Someone making Ann bleed is how you find out from Sue that there are fates worse then death-

[tenjikyu]

𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 - 𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘝

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ traveller (aether) has saved fontaine from its flood by now, so we’re pretty much in present day but w a few changes , not super happy with the end product but i didn’t wanna make the people wait any longer , male!reader throughout the entire series.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF FONTAINES ARCHONS QUESTS. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THEM.

PART III • PART V • GENSHIN M.LIST

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it had been about a year since your move to the nation of justice, and it had been nothing short of excitement and entertainment. you met a blonde traveller and his glutinous pixie through lyney, after the two of them had their name cleared. you found them to be quite good company, despite the floating fairy’s consistent whining.

freminet didn’t talk to you for awhile after his and his family’s identity had been exposed to fontaine, and you couldn’t blame him. you had deep rooted issues with the fatui, even if freminet didn’t know it at the time, however what he underestimated was how much you valued him over his background.

it took some pushing (forced interaction) and a lot of tears, but freminet eventually broke down into your arms. you could only hold his head against your form, sheltering him away from the rest of the world as he cried in your living room.

the two of you were the dubbed ‘the second duo of fontaine’ with lyney & lynette holding the original title. the two of you were inseparable after the fatui incident, and him going into the fortress of meropiede was pure TORTURE as he forbid you from following him. (after finding out he almost drowned you had to be practically dragged away from the gates, the twins fearful of what you might do to wriothesley.)

you had officially met the knave whilst outside the palais mermonia, a ‘wrong place wrong time’ kinda situation. you had strolled by after she had finished talking with aether, and formally introduced herself as ‘father’ to you. almost pissing yourself, you converse for awhile before she takes her leave. you’ve never been so uncomfortable in your life.

you just interacted with a fatui harbinger.

needless to say, you’ve had quite the adventure since your arrival in fontaine, and as news spread of the flood around teyvat like wildfire, it caught the attention of two certain brothers.

“have you heard about the flooding in fontaine?” the drunkards would gossip among themselves, and diluc could only hold his breath in worry. kaeya had left months ago in search of you, and he could only sit back and wait for the good news.

it was decided between the two that you’d most likely talk to kaeya before diluc, so he was the one to go on the hunt whilst diluc held the fort down in mondstadt, lying to the costumers that the captain was on “knightly duties in sumeru.”

kaeya was in a constant state of alert, searching nation after nation for your whereabouts. he tried liyue and inazuma, however both had turned over fuitless.

he had multiple run-ins with aether and paimon throughout his journey, and had to come up with lie after lie to explain why he wasn’t in mondstadt. if it got out that they were looking for you, word might spread, and you might end up hiding from him. it was better nobody but the two brothers and jean knew what they were really up to.

eventually, the arrival of lantern rite had come, and as the captain happened to be restocking in said nation at the time, he concluded that if you were nearby, he might just be able to see you.

and attending lantern rite you were.

the family of three had invited you to join them on their trip to liyue for the lantern rite, and you had graciously accepted.

you had changed over the year you had been in fontaine. your outfit had gone from a traditional mondstadt look, to something more fontainian. you learnt the art of the sword, thanks to lynette teaching you personally. your grumpiness had somewhat faded, and you were no longer as easily irritated. you were more level headed and calm, adapting lynette’s mannerisms somewhat.

fact is, you had become almost a new man. you were happier, brighter and stronger. you could now defend yourself, and had the protection of three fatui members wherever you went. you had the spina di rosula AND the former archon in your corner (knowing what it feels like to lose everything, you made it your goal to become furina’s first real friend), and you even had the infamous traveller in your favour.

life was finally starting to look better for you, and so, you decided to take the risk and venture out once more, this time, with your family by your side.

and so, off to liyue you went.

you travelled around for awhile, stopping by qiaoying village and picking up some snacks. along the way, you end up running into the traveller, as well as a new face. the boy with them is young and jumpy, as well as overwhelmingly extroverted. in a way, he almost reminds you of your frosted companion. not in personality at ALL, but in spirit, almost.

you all introduce youtselves, and lyney puts an emphasis on the fact you’re their “fourth” member of the family (unbeknownst to you and freminet, lyney and lynette’s plan to get the both of you together was already set in motion.)

freminet holds your hand the entire way back to liyue harbour, uncomfortably shifting as gaming attempted to conversate with him. noticing his hesitation, the pyro user leaves your friend to be and ends up becoming besties with lyney along the way. after making it to the harbour, you privately apologise for freminet, explaining how he’s quite shy but not at all uncomfortable with the wushou dancer, to which he was greatful for. poor gaming was under the impression freminet disliked him. :(

you walked around the harbour with the fatui trio, grasping freminet’s dainty hands in your own. you admired the lanterns that danced in the sky, almost as if they were stars.

“are you sure you don’t wanna cover up (Y/N)? what if we run into one of your brothers?” freminet asks. the three knew of your situation. after they had explained to you in detail why they were apart of the fatui, you revealed your own background. about your father, your brothers and even about your almost-death encounter. out of respect for the anemo archons anonymity , you left out the part where he saved you. instead, you said a humble bard had found you, and took you home.

“even if we do run into either of them, we’ll take good care of you (Y/N). you don’t have to worry about them.” lynette pats your shoulder comfortingly. you had made peace with what had happened to you back mondstadt, but you were unsure if you were ready to face them again. they were your first family, but if you had to choose right now which family you’d want to spend the rest of your days with…

you’d take your fontainian family in a heartbeat.

“(Y/N) will be fine with us by his side! wont you, (Y/N)?” lyney reassures excitedly, stuffing his face with the liyuen cuisine that you had oh-so-generously paid for.

“i’ll be alright, i doubt they’d come anyways. diluc is too busy with the bar and kaeya probably doesn’t give enough of a shit to bother.” you reply, ending the conversation.

as the night continued, the lanterns above continued to float around, yet never quite leave the harbour. it’s almost as if as much as they attempted to, they couldn’t detach themselves from their origins.

the days went on, and you enjoyed your well-spent time in the region of geo. you met some friendly faces, such as a horned-adeptus, the conqueror of demons, a stubborn old bird refined older adeptus, a young cook whom lynette got along quite well with and many more. you are various different foods, wore traditional liyuen hanfu’s, and even got to help the traveller in his quest to help restore the bond between gaming and his father.

the second last night of your stay in liyue began, and you’re greatful you decided to stay as long as you did. that might, you got to witness the most beautiful dance you’d ever seen.

gaming was almost one with the lanterns, and he was glowing. you were so invested in the dancing, you didn’t notice how you took freminet’s hand in your own. your companion, on the other hand, could only watch your eyes.

they gleamed with excitement, and freminet wanted nothing more then to share that joy with you.

you knew you loved freminet from the moment he broke down into your arms. you knew as you cradled his puffy cheeks in your hands, almost kissing away his gentle tears.

you knew you loved freminet as he fixed your diving gear, triple checking to make sure it was on before he took you diving with him.

freminet knew he was in love with you when you told him that you look past his line of work. and how you know that he isn’t a bad person.

freminet knew he was in love with you as you took his side in an instant when some fontainian’s were harassing him after the word had spread.

“(Y/N), can i talk to you once the dance is over?” freminet doesn’t fail to notice you snap out of your trace to fully engage yourself in what he had to say.

it was almost as if you stopped the world just for him.

the dance ended, and you took the cryo users hand in your own as you took him somewhere more secluded. you didn’t fail to see the both of the twins shooing away anybody in your vicinity to give you both some privacy.

you knew this was your chance, the chance lyney and lynette had given you.

“(Y/N), i wanted to talk to you about something.” the boy before you stutters. it’s been awhile since he’s stuttered around you. he knocked that habit with you only a few month into your friendship, however none of this phased you. you knew what he was going to tell you.

“(Y/N) I-” freminet is cut off by a gentle hand to his mouth. your face contortd into an almost annoyed yet concerned look, seemingly displeased at the interruption of freminet’s confession. confused, freminet looks in front of you, too distracted by the beating of his heart to notice what you’re staring at.

then, he then hears it.

footsteps.

“(Y/N)?”

“k-kaeya..?”

the pure look of terror struck across your face had freminet switch up almost completely. he straightens up, before he steps in front of you in an almost protective manner. he was ready for combat.

then you notice it, three more pairs of feet come charging in behind you. in a flash, freminet’s claymore in drawn, and his gaze flickers both behind you and in front. you see the twins chasing another figure, one you can’t quite make out.

and then, as if the situation couldn’t get much worse then it already was, you see a shade of red emerge from the black mystery man.

it’s almost like a scene from a movie. in front of you, you have your almost-lover threatening your (former?) brother with his claymore.

on the other hand , you had your own flesh and blood behind you, with the twins behind him, a look of apology spilling across their face.

“i’m so sorry (Y/N), we let your name slip when talking about the two of you, and we didn’t even think that these two would be listening in on us-” lynette begins, before she’s cut off by diluc.

“listening IN? you fatui SCUM have been in the steam bird left and right with your scandals! i was only making sure you wernt about to hollow up the harbour.”

“excuse you?? you have NO RIGHT to call US scum when you barge in on a PRIVATE moment”

“lyney, now is REALLY not the time for this.”

“i’ll do whatever the fuck i want if it involves MY brother.”

“YOUR brother!?”

“ENOUGH!”

you finally decide to step in. “diluc, kaeya, what the fuck are you two doing here??” you begin.

“me and our dear diluc decided to take a bit of break, and when we heard these two looney magicians mention your name, we had to know if it really was you.” kaeya’s statement is almost humeruous, but the tone in his voice is enough to tell he isn’t fucking around.

“so what if it IS me? why the fuck would you care? you two bastards haven’t seen me in a year.”

“because, (Y/N). you’re OUR family, and we’re here to take you home.”

“the FUCK did you just say?? YOUR brother?? last time i checked, lynette and i are (Y/N)’s family after you practically NEGLECTED him!” lyney spits out.

by now, the two brothers are on one side, and the fontaine twins are on your other side. only freminet, who’s grip on his claymore hasn’t faltered, stuck next to you.

“i doubt you fuckhead fatui members want anything from my brother then to extort him. you don’t give a shit about him!” diluc reprimands.

“if (Y/N) wanted anything to do with you then he would’ve left fontaine ages ago.” lynette spits out, glaring at the two brothers.

you’re about to step in again, before freminet finally decides to speak up.

“(Y/N) may have grown up with the two of you, but at the end of the day, the both of you ended up hurting him without apologising. we know everything about what happened to the three of you, and on behalf of the fatui, we apologise for the loss of your father. loosing family is hard, and us raised in the house of the hearth would know that more then anybody.”

“but when (Y/N) accepted us for who we truly are, he became apart of our family. he chose to stay with us, and to support us from anybody who had something to say. it’s not just us either, (Y/N) has many friends and companions in fontaine, whom cherish him deeply. that is a fact, and it doesn’t matter what you think.”

all of you stand and listen to what freminet says. throughout the speech, he grabs your hand once more, just like when he did during the wushou dance.

and you fall in love with him all over again.

“he talks to us about you two a lot, and it’s clear to anybody that despite all that you’ve done, (Y/N) still cherishes you two very much, but he’s not ready yet. if you truly care about your brother, perhaps.. you’ll wait?” he questions, awaiting the brothers responses.

it’s quiet for a bit, with yours and freminet’s hands still intertwined. lyney comes to stand next to freminet, and lynette comes to caress your shoulder.

diluc’s heart aches. he wants nothing more then to hold you in his arms once more, like he used to when you cried as a child. he had been so worried about you, that he had completely forgotten what you looked like smiling. diluc knew he was being too harsh, but seeing you being cradled by the very organisation he despises made him want to sob.

but now, you stand before him, a happier and brighter man. your eyebags have cleared up, and your smile now reaches your eyes. he also can’t help but notice the almost romantic tension between you and the diver.

kaeya feels proud. he’s had a lot less to say then his brother, but deep down he knows that you’re happy. kaeya never truly intended to take you home like diluc had wanted. don’t get him wrong, kaeya also wanted nothing more then to have you in mond city once more, however his only intentions were to make sure you were safe. that would be enough.

as the silence comes to an end, diluc speaks gently.

“(Y/N), when you’re ready to come back to the mansion, we’re only a door away.”

he then takes kaeyas shoulder, before heading back to where they had come from. kaeya gives you a gentle nod and a smile, before he followed your crimson brother.

and then, as they disappeared from view, you fell to your knees. years of sorrow awoken within my you, and you felt yourself crumble before the three.

in an instant, they were by your side. all weapons had been put away, and only comforting arms awaited.

you feel yourself nuzzle into freminet’s shoulder, him arms wrapped around your body. lyney and lynette held your shoulders as you sobbed.

everything freminet had said was true. you did want to forgive them, but you weren’t ready.

you knew you had more healing to do before you could officially reconcile with the two, however in your heart, you knew it was possible.

you all eventually went back to the hotel you had been residing at. it was quaint and peaceful, and it’s soothing atmosphere helped your pounding headache.

as the four of you readied yourself for bed, a knock at the door surprised you all.

lyney, being the oldest, took it upon himself to open up in case of a possible intrusion, however only a bard dressed in green garments and a lyre in hand stood before him.

“hey (Y/N)! wanna have a chat?”

did i still leave on a bit of a cliff hanger? maybe. but i was gonna leave it at the kaeya-(Y/N) part so be greatful 😔

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 7.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used.

A little fluff, a little smut 🤍 all aboard the Freddie train 🌹

A constant, thumping noise woke you from your heavy sleep, firstly permeating your dreams before you roused, eventually realising it was someone knocking on the door.

Ginny, beside you, groaned as she pulled herself out of the bundle of blankets on the floor and stood up to answer the annoying knock.

Hermione seemed to also groan as she woke up abruptly, sitting straight up in bed on alert as she waited for whoever was knocking to reveal themselves.

"What?" You heard Ginny say abruptly as she flung open the door, making you turn your head towards the noise.

"Bloody hell, had a fight with a thunderbird in your sleep?" the voice laughs, noticing her disheveled appearance.

"What do you want?" She mutters, annoyed.

"Mum says breakfast's ready sleepyheads," you heard George say, at least you were 80% sure it was George; your eyes were still bleary and you're consciousness hadn't fully set in yet.

"Okay," Ginny says, closing the door in George's face.

You rub your eyes and try to come round but it was a struggle. You had gone to bed late after staying up to watch another movie and gossiping well into the night. You'd painted each others nails, talked about boys and pretty much every teenage sleepover cliche you could think of, laughing and giggling until the early hours.

You considered getting changed briefly but when Ginny and Hermione made no attempt to dress, you decided to stay in your pyjamas for breakfast. Ginny threw her robe over herself and you cursed yourself for not bringing yours.

"You go on, I've just got to grab something from Fred and George's room," you told the girls as they made their way downstairs, "tell your mum I'll just be a second."

The door was open and the room was vacant so you stepped into the room and walked straight over to your case, reaching for the jumper you'd left there the previous day, throwing it over you with little thought before making your way to the table.

The twins were sat together for once and the only vacant seat was between Fred and Ginny so you sat down in between them, greeting everyone as you took your place. Ron was already heaping food into his mouth as both Hermione and Molly warned him to chew as everyone else tucked in with more civility than Ron, except maybe for the twins.

You could feel both of their eyes on you as they ate but you ignored them for now, much too tired to be playing games this early in a morning.

"Here you go dear," Molly says, placing down a steaming cup of tea in front of you as she whizzed around. You turned with a wide smile, thankful she'd been so thoughtful and she smiled back, "just like me, can't start the day without a cup of tea."

"And rightly so," Arthur says with a nod as he raises his own mug of tea, making you chuckle. "So what does everyone have planned for today?"

Ron immediately begins talking with his mouthful, explaining that they had all decided to hold a mini quidditch match on the back field and everyone would be joining in.

"Bagsy referee," you said quickly, Not wanting to actually play. It worked out well as there were seven of you and it would have been uneven if not. Ron looks over at you and smiles, nodding, as if he'd already predicted it.

You could still feel Fred's eyes on you so you bit the bullet and turned to look at him, seeing that he was looking at your braids, his eyes washing over your face each time he could sneak a glance.

You frowned, wordlessly asking him why he was looking but he merely smirked and gave you a subtle wink, focusing his attention back to his food.

After breakfast, you walked up to Ginny's room to help her clear up before grabbing your makeup bag and hairbrush and walking to the twins' room. They weren't back yet and so you sat down at the desk and began putting a little bit of makeup on, namely just a little dab of concealer under your slightly puffy, tired eyes and some mascara, finishing with a slick of lip balm.

"Morning," George drawls, walking into the room and noticing you sat at his desk. You turn and smile at him, greeting him with a good morning as you reach out your arms for him, making little grabby hands. He chuckles, walking over to you and immediately lifts you into his arms so that you're stood facing him. You immediately rest your head on his chest, feeling comforted in your sleepy state, knowing that George cuddles would make everything better.

"Still tired baby?" He asks quietly, reaching up to pull a little strand of hair that you'd pulled from your braid out of your face. You nodded into his chest, the soft material of his jumper rubbing against you, feeling his chest rumble with a light chuckle. You felt yourself go a little mushy at him calling you baby, having never heard him call you that before and you couldn't help but smile into his chest.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" You heard Fred say as he walks noisily into the room, shutting the door with a bang. You lift your head from George's chest, still entwined with his body and turn to see Fred smirking at you. "I nip for a piss and he gets all the affection?"

"Ssssh," you say weakly, too tired for his sarcasm as you reach your hand out for him.

"Our girl's still tired," George explains, passing you over to his slightly older brother. You can't help but feel that same warmth at being called our girl, apparently George was attempting to turn you to mush this morning. Fred immediately opens his arms for you as you limply slide from one body to another, instantly burrowing into his chest as his arms wrap tightly around you.

"Wanna take a nap before quidditch?" Fred asks, but you shake your head, knowing you just needed to wake up more.

"Ron'll be pounding at the door soon anyway," you explain, knowing the youngest male Weasley had little to no patience.

As you predicted, it took Ron no less than twenty minutes before he was yelling and banging about trying to get everyone over to the field as quickly as possible. A few years back when Fred and George had wanted to join the quidditch team, the family had made a little homemade quidditch pitch on the field behind the house, made from scrap metal for the goals and a selection of used balls Arthur had managed to find cheap. There was no golden snitch but rather a muggle golf ball Arthur had lying about in the shed which he had enchanted to act like the real thing, he'd even charmed it to turn a golden colour.

Seeing Fred and George in their quidditch robes always made you want to squeeze your legs together, the vivid colours and the silky flowing robes mixed with the rigid leather safety armour did something to you that you couldn't explain. You helped Fred put on his forearm protectors, doing up the little buckles before helping George with his. The attraction died a little at seeing them place their goggles around their necks but still, they made it look better than a his e you'd ever seen.

They grabbed their bats from the little closet and they were ready for the game.

"So do we get a prize if we win?" Fred smirks, pulling you by the hips to crash into his body, flirting and smirking dangerously at you.

"Hmmm, I'd say so," you flirt back, reaching up to place your arms around his neck. His gaze flicks down to your lips and he wastes no time in devouring you, fixing you with a passionate kiss that makes your knees tremble.

"Do we get to chose our reward?" George says, moving in behind you as you pull back from Fred's lips, George's now placing little kisses to your neck, behind your ear.

"You're on opposing teams right?"

"Yeah princess," Fred nods, his brow knitting together as he questions you. "Can't have two world class beaters on the same team now can we?"

"I'll make you a deal," you say, smirking. "Whichever team wins, that brother gets to do anything to me or have anything done to them," you flirt seductively.

"Merlin," you hear George say behind you, pushing his hips into your ass at the sudden arousal that washes over him. Fred growls under his breath and does a little involuntary shiver at your words.

"Brother, you're going down," George says with a sudden determination, flicking his gaze to Fred.

"More like she'll be going down, on me, when I win," Fred bites back sarcastically as equally competitive as his brother.

"Come on!" Fred says, marching out of the room with a renewed vigour that you have to laugh at.

———

It was neck and neck for the majority of the game. You'd been keeping score for the past hour and twenty minutes and it had been a close call a few times as Harry and Ginny had come close to catching the 'snitch' but had not yet managed to catch it.

Due to limited players they had all agreed to sharing some roles and limiting the number of bludgers on the field.

Fred and George were opposing team captains due to their age, or seniority as they had put it, and had picked their teams wisely. Fred had gone first, naturally stating that he was the older twin and had picked Harry, with George choosing Ginny immediately after. Fred then chose Ron and George picked Hermione, though he was left with no choice.

Ron and Hermione were acting as keepers, with Fred and George as beaters and Ginny and Harry were chasers and seekers. The primary goal was to score the highest points within the given time frame of two hours, hence why Harry and Ginny were split between roles. If the snitch could be caught by then it would be an extra bonus and a game winner but unlike regular games, it wouldn't be the primary focus.

"10 points to Team F!" You shout as Harry sneaks a goal Ron. "Well done Harry! Come on Ronald! That big silver hoop behind you is supposed to be guarded!" You shouted out heckling Ron who shot you a glare and held up two fingers as everyone laughed.

You'd been shouting praise and also heckling the entire game, keeping neutral to both teams and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. All the Weasley's seemed to have a pure talent for quidditch, most especially George you'd noticed, and you had to admit that the twins had a knack for making it as hot as possible.

"WOO well done Hermione!" You shouted as she blocked one of Ginny's shots.

Arthur had come out and dropped off some post game refreshments courtesy of Molly and had sat with you cheering everyone on for a little while.

"Dad... Dad!" Fred shouted with a beaming smile, getting Arthur's attention. "Want to join? I'll sub out for you!" He laughed as he whizzed by. Arthur chuckled and shook his head vigorously, waving off his son as he flew past. George then began shouting over asking for Arthur to join and they did eventually manage to get Arthur to clumsily mount Fred's broom and hover around just far enough off the ground that it could count as flying, though he was mightily unsteady. “It's a young ones game, flying," he laughs, handing Fred the broom back as he claps him on the back and sets off back to the house.

There were only 5 minutes left of the game and Fred's team was winning by 10 points, a fact he was proudly boasting about as he cockily whizzed around the opposing team.

You watched intently as Ginny zipped around doing flamboyant acrobatics on the broom, trying to throw off Hermione, who's eyes were trained in on the youngest Weasley. Ginny suddenly whizzed through Fred and Harry's defences as George and Harry collided mid-air and managed to get one last goal in as Hermione was momentarily distracted.

You cheered and looked at the little chicken shaped egg timer that Molly had leant you and saw that there were just two minutes remaining until the two hour cut off was up. Both teams were now tied, locked in a draw between.

The tension between the teams increased tenfold as you shouted out signalling the last two minutes as the friendly game suddenly turned painfully competitive as each team fought to be the winners, desperate to gain one last goal.

Suddenly, Harry whizzed away on his broom as he approached the goal, narrowly avoiding a bludger that George had slung his way. You frowned, watching Harry suddenly take off in the complete opposite direction, abandoning the quaffel altogether. Ginny immediately took notice of Harry's disappearance and began following him, though her broom was not as quick as Harry's. Harry suddenly lurched, coming to a full stop midair and dropped down atleast 20 feet, pulling back and then lunging forward. He lost his balance and toppled off his broom, falling the last bit of distance onto the ground, which was thankfully not too far away. He managed to fall somewhat gracefully as everyone looked on in shock.

The F team erupted in cheers as Harry suddenly turned and waved the golden snitch in the air, jumping in victory as the other team looked on with sour faces.

"150 points to the F team!" You cheered, announcing their overwhelming victory, just in time for the timer to ring out, signalling the end of the game.

"Fred's team are the winners!"

——-

"So princess, when do I get my prize?" Fred asks cheekily as he peels off his leather arm and shin guards once you and the twins had returned to their room.

"Once you've showered," you joke, hopping onto the bed as you watch both twins change out of their quidditch uniform.

"I don't blame her, you smell like a bin mate," George jokes, tossing his quidditch jumper into the little washing hamper in the corner of their room, shoving a plain, dark grey T-shirt on in its place.

"You're one to talk," Fred mutters, seemingly unable to come up with a better retort, causing George to snort out a laugh before throwing himself onto the bed beside you.

"You know he's right," you say, trying to distance yourself from George, "you both smell like an oozing bundimun."

"How dare you angel," George gasps as he reaches out to pull you closer. You immediately squirm away as you hold back a squeal.

"Shower then cuddles! No chance of me cuddling you both until you've had a good scrub," you laugh though you're being entirely serious.

Fred slinks away to shower, grumbling under his breath as he walks out, leaving just you and George in the room, both of you lounging perpendicularly on the bed.

"So what's our plan tonight?" You ask, reaching over to him to play with his hair, making his eyes flutter closed as he smiles, enjoying the sensation.

"We? Nothing angel, you're all Fred's tonight," George says with a smirk. You immediately stop your ministrations at the new information, not realising tonight would be Fred's night with you.

"What will you do?" You ask, realising only after you'd spoken how worried you sounded at the prospect of George being kicked out of his own room, unless Fred was taking you somewhere.

George simply smiles and winks at you, "that's not your concern tonight angel."

Fred comes back in a little while later, with only a towel wrapped around his hips and messy, drying hair which looks unbelievably good on him. George immediately heads towards the bathroom himself to shower and you're left alone with a cheeky, smirking Fred.

"See something you like princess?" He smirks, pretending to pose for you in his towel. You bite your bottom lip to stop your smile spreading but you nod anyway, looking seductively up at him. He immediately notices the look in your eye and his own eyes seem to darken in both realisation and arousal.

He moves closer to where you are lay on the bed and leans down to kiss you, his hand instantly cupping the curvature of your jaw.

"Do I get my prize now?" He asks, pulling away just slightly to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. You nod, unable to take your gaze away from him, watching how his smile breaks out over his face.

"Anything you want Freddie," you say breathily, a nervous excitement building in you at the thought.

"Get naked, right now," he says, giving you one last kiss before pulling you off the bed and taking your place. Arousal shoots over you at the thought of stripping for him and you briefly thanked yourself mentally for wearing cute underwear.

You take off your thin jumper, dropping it to the floor before shimming out of your jeans, wiggling your hips just a little more than usual. You peel the T-shirt off over your head in a way that briefly pushes your breasts together as you throw it down onto the little pile.

You hear Fred take a deep breath as you stand before him in just your underwear, a pale blue set with floral embroidery on, mostly see through in all the right places.

"You've been wearing that all day under your clothes?" He asks and you nod, biting your lip at his suddenly dominant tone. "Leave them on."

He reaches for you and pulls you by the hand to stand in front of him and immediately begins peppering kissed along the waistband of your panties; the wave of arousal at his actions has you uncomfortably wet already.

"On your knees princess," he says into the skin of your tummy, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He immediately opens up the towel he's wearing, leaving him completely nude before you. Your mouth waters at seeing his perfect cock already hard and leaking, virtually begging to be sucked. You look up into his eyes, finally managing to pull your gaze away from his body to see him staring at you in anticipation, watching your every move.

You begin to kiss his inner thighs, teasing him, making his hips surge up at the contact as you get closer and closer to where he needs your mouth. Each time to get closer, his cock twitches in anticipation and you have to hold back a little smug smile at seeing the affect you have on him.

You surprise him but licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock, from the very bottom right to the leaking tip. He gasps and curses at the contact, staring down at you as you focus on teasing him. His cock twitches again and this time you take pity on him and place his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head as he curses and drops his head back onto the pillows. You begin to take more and more of his beautiful cock into your mouth, deeper each time as your tongue works over him, giving him the best possible sensation you can.

His gaze flicks between watching you take his cock and squeezing his eyes shut tightly at the pleasure. You kiss down the seam of his balls and begin to take them into your mouth, toying with each one and giving them a little suck, earning you an even louder moan from him.

Suddenly, he pulls you away and stares at you for a moment, breathless and aroused.

He suddenly stands and towers over you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as you feel his fingers begin to toy with the thin straps of your thing. He roughly pulls it from your body until the tiny panties fall at your ankles, leaving your bare pussy exploded to him.

He kissed your inner thighs as you stand in front of the bed whilst he props himself on the edge of the bed, teasing you as you had him. His kisses move inwards and you can't help but rock your hips, trying to make his tongue make contact with your clit. He smirks, chuckling slightly before leaning in and licking along your pussy lips, getting a taste of you.

His tongue immediately drags down to your centre and he gathers up some of your pooling wetness, moaning as it hits his tongue before dragging his tongue through your folds and up to your clit. He teasingly circles your clit a few times in feather like motions before sucking on it, his mouth wrapping around your little bud and sucking in short sharp bursts, making you gasp and force your hands into his still damp hair.

He moans as your hips rock against his face until he suddenly pulls away and scoots up the bed so he's now lying back down. "Want you to sit that pretty pussy on my face sweetheart," he says, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

He manhandles you into position, facing away from him so you're face to face with his raging erection and his mouth is in perfect reach of your pink pussy. His tongue finds your clit and you have to force yourself to hold back a loud shout at the sensation, finding that the new angle was absolutely perfect. You felt his tongue prodding at your wet little hole and you couldn't help but spill out a moan that earned you a swift spank your bum cheek.

Not able to wait any longer you immediately put your mouth back on his cock, sucking with everything you had as you wrapped your lips around him, hollowed out your cheeks and attempted to suck him right down. He moaned and growled into your folds at the feel of your mouth on his cock, fuelling him to lick faster and harder as he focused his attention on your swollen, pink nub that was desperate for him.

You felt yourself building to an almighty climax and couldn't help but roll your hips on his face, desperately chasing your orgasm. He moaned wildly as you began to ride his face, his big hands resting on your bum as he pulled you open, desperate to get as far into your pussy as he could.

You cried out, unable to stop yourself as your orgasm crested, the feel and taste of his cock in your mouth and his perfect mouth on your pussy was too much and you came all over his face. As soon as your orgasm began to drift away, his hips started jerking and you knew he was about to cum himself. He poked his tongue into your dripping hole as you moaned around his cock and he suddenly came down your throat, growling and groaning into your folds as his cock twisted violently in your mouth. You never stopped sucking him until you were certain he had rode out his orgasm, only stopping once he pulled away from you as his limbs fell limp on the bed. You crawled off of him, placing a gentle kiss to his tip before turning to look at him, seeing his eyes closed and a wide, satisfied smile on his lips.

"Merlin princess, think you just sucked my soul out," he says, still smiling and blindly reaching for you.

"Gingers don't have souls," you joked back, using the old time joke you'd heard time and time again.

He barked out a laugh before flicking open one eye, "I was trying to be sweet there," he chuckled and you join him, flopping down onto his chest as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He pulls you into a lazy but sensual kiss and you suddenly taste yourself, only fuelling the sensuality of it all. When he pulls away, his long fingers drift down to your bra which is still on.

"I really like this," he says as his fingers pluck at the little embroidered flowers over the blue material. "And the braids, actually. All of you really."

You look up at him and he has one of the most sincere looks in his eye that it momentarily shocks you, seeing so much adoration in them that you can only smile and burrow into his chest. He kissed the top of your head as you burrow and just holds you for a few moments.

"We really need to change these sheets," you say as you pull away to get dressed after one last kiss, "George will be mortified if he has to sleep on these."

You turn as your hear Fred let out a dark chuckle,

"Georgie isn't sleeping here tonight."

[hendolish]

I love that pic you posted tonight of Jude bare chested on a white couch in his team's track bottoms and white sports socks .

You wondered which of his boyfriends took the pic.

Are you able to write a few lines naming each of his boyfriends and what type of relationship they have?

Or whatever strikes your fancy.

Of course, you are not obligated to do anything. 🙂

certainly anon!! v important jude bf lore incoming…

erling haaland💛

they were just kids at bvb and grew up together into two of the world’s best players ♡ jude is very tactile (cheek kisses and such…) and erling is very possessive (he doesn’t like to share…). jude likes that erling is taller than him as not a lot of ppl are. erling makes him feel safe.

gio reyna🤎

again, a bvb product. jude was very young but they’re still good friends today (swapped shirts at the wc:). not even gonna mention that yt vid where they mentioned how it looked like they were filming p*rn bc of the hotel bed they were sitting on…

trent alexander-arnold🤍

“stroll in the city with bro”, they were on a DATE your honour ♡ absolutely inseparable whenever they’re at england and always gossiping between them. height difference is mwah x

jordan henderson❤️

they love each other a lot. no denying that. jude holds immense respect for hendo and hendo thinks jude is absolutely amazing. hendo is always there to comfort jude, more experienced and hardened by england’s losses than jude’s young heart. need more be said than their celebration at the wc??👀 in the words of my flatmate, “ARE THEY GOING TO KISS?”

james maddison💙

again, a source of comfort to jude when he’s torn up about england but these two also get on like a house on fire! madders absolutely loves jude and thinks he’s so amazing and mature for the way he goes about things. jude thinks madders is hilarious and loves him for it!

vini jr🖤

new relationship alert!! still a blossoming romance but these two’s chemistry is undeniable for madrid. they’re both v supportive and touchy and will go on to do great things together <3

(honourable mentions: rammers, phil, rashy, camavinga, toby bishay… the list goes on x)

♡

[soap-lady]

A little suffering for me, a little pleasure for you

@tenebrare @angelqueen13art @idreamtofmanderleyagain

For the three people who like my writing, a little more.

Elliot Spencer is human catnip

The idea of a “welcome wagon” or a “welcoming committee” is a time-honored tradition (depending on the culture) that is sadly dying out. People in the neighborhood, mainly members of the Neighborhood Watch, usually led by either the person who had lived in the area the longest or the richest resident.

People, usually women, would arrive at a new neighbor’s house with food and information for services in the area; favored landscaping services, handymen, or repairmen. They would also leave their numbers in case the new resident had an emergency or wanted their house watched while on vacation.

The people in the neighborhood surrounding 55 Ludovico were less concerned with being neighborly and more concerned with satisfying their curiosity about the ones who lived there. They had all heard varying accounts about the death of “Poor Larry”, his less than friendly second wife, Julia, and that no-account wastrel of a brother, Frank. They were vaguely aware Larry had an adult daughter from his first marriage, a very pretty brunette named Kirsty. Somehow she had barely escaped being murdered herself when Frank went crazy and murdered his brother and his sister-in-law before turning his weapon on himself.

Also there was a pretty blond girl who lived there (no one recognized her so she didn’t matter as much) and a dashingly handsome man in his early thirties.

No one knew his name yet; he spent all day indoors and occasionally could be seen walking to and from the car with the blonde teen or the Cotton girl. He waved when waved to and had once helped old Mrs. Standish when she dropped her cane. Mrs. Standish reported that the man had pretty blue eyes and so did the blonde girl so they must have been related. Larry Cotton had blue eyes and blond hair so everyone wondered if he was somehow a distant cousin of the Cottons. Perhaps that meant he’d be living there awhile and was available. He seemed a bit too old for the Cotton girl but Ms. Greene had seen the Steve boy young Miss Cotton had been dating show up once only to be chased off so there was a breakup story somewhere. No one really liked Steve; he couldn’t park worth a damn and had once destroyed Mrs. Standish’s begonia by parking on them.

So the neighborhood welcoming committee had waited for the blond girl to go to school, driven by Miss Cotton and knocked on the door, hoping the handsome man would be home. There was no answer.

Mrs. Standish turned to Ms. Greene. “Maybe he went with the Cotton girl to take the little one to school.”

“I would have seen him leave if he had,” Ms. Greene worked from home most days and her office window faced the Cotton house. She always kept the blinds slightly open to watch the comings and goings of the neighborhood and was ever on the alert to see the tall slim man.

“I’ll knock again.”

Mrs. Standish shifted the Tupperware container she carried (avocado green, a relic from the 70s) to her left hand and knocked again.

The five other women with them shifted from foot to foot with bored impatience. They’d waited almost a month for the newcomers to get settled in before coming over and they wanted their restraint rewarded with a glimpse inside the house and maybe some juicy gossip to lord over everyone else.

This time they heard footsteps, a mechanical click, and the slide of wood against wood as the door opened and a man stepped out. His clothing was simple; a navy V-neck and gray denim with brown dress shoes but he wore it with grace and style. His blue eyes slid over all of them, wary and assessing. Suddenly he smiled and every woman present (the one stay at home dad on the block had a dental emergency with his youngest) stood a little straighter and smiled back.

“Good morning, ladies,” his accent was crisp and British. “What brings you by today?” His eyes glanced over their heads as if searching for something or someone. “I’m afraid Kirsty is out at the moment but I’m sure she’ll be home shortly.”

“Oh, that’s quite all right, dear,” Mrs. Standish patted his arm, paused and then squeezed his forearm a little. “Quite, quite all right.” She held up her Tupperware container as if just remembering why she was there. “We brought over some treats for you all to share.” She smiled, looking a little embarrassed. “If I’d known you were English, I would have made some scones for you instead of cookies.”

He looked a little touched. “That’s incredibly kind of you, madam.” He hesitated as if remembering something and gave her an embarrassed laugh. “Oh! Terribly sorry,” he gave her a little bow of the head. “I haven’t even introduced myself. Elliot Spencer. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs.?” He raised a brow and made it look elegant.

Mrs. Standish felt a little apologetic. “Oh, right! My name is Mrs. Judith Standish. Widowed, unfortunately.” She smiled when she said it to make sure he knew she was available.

“My condolences,” he murmured the appropriate response.

Ms. Greene not so subtly nudged her. “We really should be standing around on the stoop like this. May we come inside?”

Now he looked a bit uncertain and they all felt slightly bad about putting him on the spot. “Well, I’m a guest in Kirsty’s home so I don’t feel like it’s my place to give you permission…plus, the house is mostly under renovation so I can’t give you the grand tour.”

Ms. Greene was tired of Mrs. Standish getting all of the handsome man’s attention. “Oh, it’ll be fine! We all knew Mrs. Cotton, Kirsty’s grandmother. I’m sure Kirsty won’t mind if old friends of the family stop by. “ She gently pushed on his chest and he was forced to back up unless he wanted to be steamrolled by women with casserole dishes and plastic containers. She was a bit disappointed she couldn’t snoop but being entertained by such a charming man made up for it.

He ended up in the middle of the living room and weighed the seating options. The sofa could seat three people and there were armchairs on either side. There were six guests plus himself so he would have to get two chairs from the kitchen. Mrs. Standish was the physically oldest person in the room so he would allow her to choose her seat first.

The women all crowded around him, shouting over each other to introduce themselves and showing food containers at him. He held his hands in the air and gave them all a stern glance.

“Now, ladies, I’m very grateful for your company but I’m afraid I can’t hear all of you at once.” He used the same friendly and firm tone he’d once used when addressing new recruits. It still worked because they settled down immediately.

He turned to Mrs. Standish because she seemed to be the leader here. “Madam, why don’t you have a seat while I fetch a few chairs? You can all put your gifts on the table while I put the kettle on and make us some tea? I’ll get some plates and utensils and we can try your biscuits…I mean cookies…together.”

Ms. Greene tried to get his attention again. “I could help-”

“Thank you, but no. You’re guests here and as a good host I wouldn’t hear of it. Just put your containers on the kitchen table and then we can all have a chat over tea.”

He was fortunate they seemed charmed by his manners or tone of voice because there was no argument. Each woman brought her container to the table and set it down like good soldiers and trooped into the living room to politely argue about who would sit where. Mrs. Standish took a seat in the middle of the sofa and Ms. Greene sat on her right. Mrs. Lopez sat on her left and Miss Williams and Miss Lee grabbed the armchairs before Mrs. Stein could grab one. Elliot came to her rescue with a chair from their kitchen table (the dining room was being renovated) and another for himself. He made sure his was a comfortable difference from the woman’s while he went to get some plates, cups, and utensils.

He came back into the living room only to find his chair had been moved closer to Mrs. Stein’s. She giggled at him and he gave her a stern look before setting down the plates, cups, and utensils on the coffee table. It was long and broad and very solid, too solid for them to move without help so they’d kept it.

Elliot selected some loose-leaf tea for his guests, an Assam Kirsty had found for him at a gourmet market. The kettle whistled and he poured the water into a lovely white teapot with a blue flower pattern. It was one of the few things Kirsty had saved from her grandmother’s and was at least as old as he was.

He brought the tea into the living room and once he’d poured it for everyone he set the teapot down in the middle of the coffee table, moved his chair away from Mrs. Stein and sat down. He let his tea cool while he addressed the women. “Now that we’re all comfortable we’ll start with introductions. I know Mrs. Standish of course but what about the rest of you?” He pointed at Miss Lee. “Why don’t we go counter-clockwise? Starting with you, of course. Is it missus or miss?”

“Miss,” Miss Lee smiled, showing off her nearly perfect (and natural) white teeth. I’m Ai Lee. I live in the ranch house next door.”

She’d barely finished when Ms. Greene showed up. “Chloe Greene. I live just across the street.”

As each woman introduced herself he smiled, said “nice to meet you” and desperately hoped Kirsty would be home soon. The school Tiffany attended wasn’t far but according to Kirsty traffic was bad in the morning so he hoped she wasn’t stuck.

There was a few minutes of silence as everyone sipped their tea and nibbled on the scones. Finally Mrs. Standish set down her teacup and folded her hands in her lap. She leaned towards him and asked with eager politeness. “So, tell us about yourself, Mr. Spencer. How is it you know the Cottons? Are you related?” The others leaned forward as well, clearly hoping he was Kirsty Cotton’s cousin or some such and not her lover.

He cast his mind back for the cover story Kirsty had invented. She’d kept it fairly simply so it would be easy to remember.

“Well, Tiffany is my cousin,” he began.

“Oh, that makes sense,” Mrs. Lopez interrupted, “you have such pretty blue eyes. My son is in her class and says she has pretty blue eyes.”

The other women shushed her but he wasn’t offended. “Yes. Strangely common in my family. Her mother sadly passed and I think her father preceded her. Tiffany and Kirsty were both in…therapy. Grief counseling, I suppose, is the term.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie and sounded better than “they were in a mental institution because someone wanted to exploit Tiffany and my former self tried to drag Kirsty to Hell.” He was very lucky neither girl held his past against him.

“Unfortunately, Tiffany had no remaining family in The States so after an exhaustive search they finally located me in England,” he continued after another sip of tea. “I’d just finished…military service so I had nothing but time on my hands.So when it was discovered we were related and she needed a guardian.”

“So you gave up your life in England to come help your family?” Miss Williams asked with an admiring look. “That’s so selfless! I can’t think of any guy I know who’d do such a thing.”

“So, what did your wife or girlfriend think of you moving here?” Mrs. Stein was fishing for information. “Was she mad? Is that why she didn’t move here with you?”

He was starting to find all this attention amusing. He felt their eyes all over him, sizing him up with sly smiles and lustful eyes. He wondered how they would react to his former self. Probably not with lust. Probably.

Elliot shrugged. “Ah, no. No wife or girlfriend to leave behind. Just a few work mates. I had thought I was the last of my family until I learned about Tiffany.”

They nodded, still giving him admiring glances.

“And…what about Kirsty Cotton?” Mrs. Stein wanted to know. The other women pretended to drink more tea or finish their scones but they were listening intently.

He chose his words carefully. “Tiffany and Kirsty bonded in therapy you might say. Tiffany sees her as an older sister. When the two of them…recovered Tiffany had nowhere to go and I’m bereft of funds at the moment,” the single women looked disappointed. “So Kirsty very kindly offered to let us live with her for as long as we needed to. She’s a very good friend and we’re lucky to have her.”

“That’s so nice,” Miss Lee complimented Kirsty but Elliot could tell she was dismissing his friend as competition. That annoyed him.

The door slid open and Kirsty walked inside, as if summoned by his thoughts. “Hey, El, did you notice you left the door unlocked-oh,” she stared at the group. “I didn’t realize we were expecting company.”

“We weren’t,” Elliot answered before anyone else could. He waved a hand at the group. “These ladies were kind enough to come over and welcome us to the neighborhood.”

Kirsty nodded and smiled and her eyes zeroed in on Mrs. Standish. “I remember you! You and my grandmother were friends.”

The older woman was very pleased to be recognized. “Little Kirsty! Laura looked forward to your visits.” She smiled fondly. “It’s amazing how much you look like your mother, dear, but you have your grandmother’s eyes.”

Kirsty’s smile faltered and she whispered. “Yeah. Dad used to tell me all the time.”

Mrs. Standish took her reaction as some sort of cue. “Well, we shouldn’t keep you. I’m sure you have a lot to do, getting this old house back into shape.” She stood up and the other women reluctantly copied her.

“Yeah,” Kirsty agreed. “Lots of work to do. It keeps Elliot and I busy all day.”

Elliot stood and held the door open for his guests. “Thank you all for coming by. I feel very welcomed and I’m sure Kirsty does too.” She nodded.

Mrs. Standish led the way, her cane thumping on the hardwood floor. “Thank you for having us, Mr. Spencer.” She pressed a slip of paper into his hand. “This is all of our numbers, as well as the number for the local police and fire departments.” She winked. “Call us anytime you need anything. Kirsty,” she turned to her. “We left some dishes for you on the kitchen counter, as well as a few recipes.” She gave the younger woman a half-hug. “We should catch up sometime, dear.”

The other women left as well, with smiles for Elliot and polite waves for Kirsty. After they were gone she locked the door behind them. She looked at her roommate sternly then laughed out loud.

He was confused. “What?”

*****

Later over a dinner that did not include questionable casseroles but instead red curry chicken, Kirsty repeated the day’s events for Tiffany’s amusement.

“You should have seen them, Tiff,” she said between bites and giggles. “They were all over him, practically licking their lips at the thought of taking a nibble out of our very charming captain,” she leaned back and gave Elliot a wide smile. “He’s quite the chick magnet.”

He put his fork down and gave her a confused look. “Sorry. Chick magnet?”

“They’re thirsty for you,” Tiffany tried to clarify. “Clearly out to smash.”

Elliot had no idea what either of them were saying. “Tiffany, I’m not sure we’re getting the best value for Kirsty’s money at that school. Is that even English?”

They both laughed and he let them. They'd suffered so much, so young. Especially Tiffany. He knew teasing him was one way they showed affection and although he pulled his punches with the blonde girl, he had no problem taking the piss out of Kirsty when he could.

Kirsty furrowed her brows as she thought then raised them. “Hey, El, you know what catnip is?”

He nodded. “Yes of course. Cats adore it. They want to roll around in it.”

She pointed at him. “That’s you. You, Elliot Spencer, are human catnip for the ladies of the neighborhood. They want to rub their faces all over you and purr.”

He understood. He’d picked up on the undercurrents of the conversation when company was over. He missed how straightforward Cenobites had been. If one wanted pleasure or pain, one only had to say so. “I see.” He looked at both of them. “And…what are your thoughts on that?”

Tiffany grinned. “You’re a grown man. If you want to smash the whole neighborhood I don’t care as long as you use protection.”

“Good idea,” Kirsty stood and began gathering the plates. “After I drop off Tiffany at school, I’ll swing by the pharmacy and buy you some condoms. Maybe a day planner so you don’t double book your lady friends.”

“Condoms?” he asked.

Kirsty rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding me?” she said as she stacked all the plates and she and Tiffany began clearing the table. It was their turn. “You Cenobites kept up with modern technology but you don’t know what condoms are?”

“Well, I was a bit busy, you know. Serving my God, torturing souls and being summoned to Earth by idiots who didn’t know what they were doing,” his reply was a bit tart. He hated the fact he knew so little about the modern world he had to be guided through life by his “family” of two.

Tiffany rinsed the dishes then started loading the dishwasher with plates and utensils. “Well, that’s my part done. I’m gonna start my homework while you give Cousin Elliot ‘the talk’.” She grinned and hugged him. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and she bounded up the stairs.

Kirsty hand washed the pans and explained to Elliot about modern prophylactics and all the deadly diseases they were used to prevent. It was quite a bit of information but it seemed important to her that he understood. He nodded along but made a mental note to read all the packaging of the condoms to make sure he was following instructions.

“Thank you, Kirsty,” he said when she was finished and the dishwasher made a low thrum as she put little pods into it and turned it on.

“You’re welcome,” her smile was warm and then turned almost as sly as his neighbors’. “But I’m sure you don’t need instructions on how to please a lady. And even if you did, I’m sure the welcoming committee would be glad to teach you. Oh, Mr. Spencer,” she held the back of her hand to her forehead and spoke dramatically. “You’re just so dashing and exotic. I may just…swoon.”

She pretended to faint and leaned on him. He held her upright, made sure she was steady and gently pushed her away. “That’s quite enough of your cheek tonight, little missy.”

Kirsty laughed and batted her eyes at him while adopting a mock seductive pose in the doorway. “What? What are you going to do, Captain?” She gave him a sultry look. “Spank me?”

Elliot knew she was baiting him and didn’t mean it. Still, he reached into a drawer and pulled out an extra wide spatula. Brandishing it at her he growled, “I just might, Kirsty Cotton.”

It was a good enough imitation of his former Cenobite voice that her eyes widened before she burst out laughing. “Okay okay okay,” she giggled as she waved her hands at him. “I’m just messing with you.” She gave him a warm smile, brown eyes radiant with affection. “Sorry if I embarrassed you. You always hurt the ones you love.”

Her statement surprised him. He blinked as he slowly lowered the spatula and put it back in the drawer. “And you…love me?”

She looked at him, her eyes wide with astonishment. “I’m surprised you have to ask.” She frowned. “I guess I’ve really been busting your ass today. I’m sorry, El.”

Kirsty approached him slowly as if afraid she might startle him and put an arm around his waist to pull him closer. She looked up at him.

“Elliot,” her face was serious and sincere. “When I said you, me and Tiffany were a family, I meant it. I love both of you very much and I want you to be happy.” She sighed and let him go. She stepped back.

“And I know you’re a grown man and have needs and there are a lot of pretty ladies and hot guys who live around here.” She held up her hands before he could protest. “Just a statement. I’m not judging but I have a few guidelines if you want to…date.” One finger went up. “Rule One, be discrete. Your life, your decisions but I don’t want Tiffany hurt if people start gossiping about her cousin. Rule Two, be careful if your dates are married, because I don’t want angry wives or husbands showing up to kick your ass. Calling the police could blow our cover.”

“Rule three,” she held up a third finger and cut him off when he tried to speak. “No overnight guests. I don’t want your floozies sleeping over at my house.” She gave him a cheek kiss as well. “Good night. I’ve got some reading Daddy’s lawyer asked me to do. Something about investments.”

She headed upstairs and Elliot was left to look after her in astonishment. While he appreciated her affection and care, he was a little discomfited at how modern society was so open about sex. He chuckled to himself. A prudish Cenobite? Leviathan would sound with laughter.

*****

The day after as he took a load of clean laundry back to his room he found a bag on his bed. It contained a day planner, two large containers of personal lubricant, some smaller containers of flavored lubricant and seven different kinds of condoms.

He thought about the list of phone numbers his visitors had given him and smiled.

There was no need to squander Kirsty’s gifts, was there?

[beginningobserver]

[RE:CONNECT - blog v.] Link 9- Red alert?! I hate gossiping…!!

[AO3 version]

[CW: Murder mention; body horror mention]

“I don’t like gossip, sorry” Rui was talking to someone on the phone, pretty much upset with that call the next day.

“But you have to listen to me…! Takeru was around when he saw your childhood friends talking about something…”

“I’ve been spending most of my life hearing rumors and gossip about me, please don’t… Don’t tell me anything. I prefer to not know.”

“It’s important… We weren’t gossiping, it’s… It’s about--”

“Daisuke-kun, I know you want to help me, but eavesdropping on Nakajima-san and Koyama-kun is bad…!”

“Sigh…”

“Let me try to talk to him,” Rui heard Takeru’s voice in the background. “He said he doesn’t want to know about it…” “I have to explain to him what actually happened. You’re just bad at explaining things, so it’s okay.” “Dude?! Then why didn’t you call Rui in the first place?!”

“... I’m sorry I have to go now,”

“Wait, Rui--”

And he hung up.

“What’s wrong?” Ukkomon blinked, and floated around Rui’s face, “You seem tense.”

“Takaishi-kun heard something from Nakajima-san and Koyama-kun and told Daisuke-kun, who called me urgently to tell me what it was.”

“And…?”

“I hate gossiping. I hate it because it usually was about me, and that stupid big digimon eye I had for almost nine years…!”

Ukkomon had a sad frown on his face after hearing that. Rui noticed it and gasped silently.

“Ukkomon, I… I’m sorry I didn’t--” his facial expression softened, and he was regretful for what he had just said.

“No, it’s okay. I knew you hated that eye… I should’ve thought better before giving you my eye back in time…”

“... It was my fault too, I kept relying on you for everything. I couldn’t do anything by myself…”

“But you were just a kid, Rui. You can’t blame yourself for not… becoming an adult that early.”

“... I know,” he sighed, depressed.

“Maybe Takeru and Daisuke wanted to help you out, not… To gossip about Ayame and Hiroomi.”

“... I prefer to not know.”

“But it can be… important.”

“I… I don’t want to know,” he sat on the floor, hugging his own legs.

“...” Ukkomon just watched it silently and still with that sad and concerned gaze at his human partner.

"He hung up..." Daisuke sighed deeply.

"I think we should have come straight to the point." Patamon commented with a shrug.

“This is because Daisuke sometimes doesn't like to give bad news” and V-mon shook his head in disapproval.

"H-hey! I can't just tell Rui that Takeru caught his friends doubting what he's been saying!"

"But what did he tell them?" Takeru asked, "To make them doubt the veracity of the facts?"

“... Sigh,” Daisuke sat on the couch from his living room, “Rui tried to tell them about what happened on his 20th birthday, and then he lied about how he got the digimon eye.”

“Why would he lie about that…?”

“Takeru, would you be honest with me if I wasn’t a Chosen Child like you and just an ordinary friend and then tell me that the reason you got your eye injured was because you tried to destroy the digivice after knowing that Patamon had been playing house with you for 7 years?”

“Uh… I…”

“That Patamon was the one who killed your family?”

“I did not kill anyone!!” Patamon protested.

“Relax, Patamon. I’m just putting us in Rui’s shoes, not claiming either you or V-mon would… kill a human being by accident...”

“You’re right…” Takeru looked down, “I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone that my digimon was the cause of my parents’ demise.”

“That’s why he lied: to protect Ukkomon,” Daisuke said, with a serious tone.

“But… wouldn’t they understand it was an accident…?” Patamon asked next, “Ukkomon had no intent of killing them…!”

“I assume it’s because Rui thinks he can get in real trouble if he confesses that.” Takeru mused, “Ukkomon is a digimon, but there’s no penalty or judgment for digimon cases yet.”

“Wait, can he get arrested for murder?” Daisuke blinked and gulped, “I was thinking about both of them getting hate for an accident…!”

“It’s not that simple, but he was a child when it happened,” Takeru explained, “It is possible that they would have taken his age into account when it happened and not his current age."

“But… He’s hiding it right now, wouldn’t it give him problems?” V-mon asked quickly.

“Hmm…”

Daisuke and the digimon looked at Takeru, impatient with the other's long pause and silence.

“I did not get a degree in law, sorry” Takeru chuckled nervously.

Daisuke, V-mon and Patamon just fell on the floor: Patamon from flying, Daisuke and V-mon from the couch.

“But we know who is training to be a lawyer, remember?”

“OH RIGHT, WE HAVE TO ASK IORI!” Daisuke got up from the floor.

“But Iori is busy gathering the material to solve the imminent copyright infringement caused by our giant singing clione.”

“I can’t believe Ukkomon has caused a ton of troubles despite being the first partner digimon in the world…” Patamon commented with a sigh.

“If you say that next to Rui he will be sad and upset” V-mon pouted.

“... I can’t turn my back on him.”

Takeru, Patamon and V-mon looked at Daisuke.

"Damn it, I don't care what the others say! I can't let him get arrested for this!" Then he lowered his voice, quite melancholically, "But it's my fault for... suggesting that he try to get in touch with people from his past, ya know..."

“Huh…?”

“Sigh, what should we do…?”

“... Let’s wait and see what happens,” Takeru said with a firm tone, “If Rui-kun gets in legal trouble, we can help him out. We’re his friends now right? He’s not alone anymore.”

“Yeah… Still I do notice he doesn’t seem to like to bother the others” Daisuke frowned worriedly, “Like, when Ken was thinking he had to solve everything alone.”

“He keeps those inside, like Hikari-chan used to be too…” Takeru replied quietly.

“But, I’ll ask Iori-kun about this once he gets some free time,” and the blond guy smiled at Daisuke, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Daisuke is really concerned about Rui and Ukkomon, huh?” Patamon commented with V-mon.

“He’s like that because he doesn’t like to leave anyone behind” V-mon then replied, “Besides… We saw how Rui’s mom was…. And his mom…”

“If you don’t get worried about your friends when they’re in trouble, can you really say it’s a real friendship?” Daisuke pouted.

None of the two friend circles Rui was part of were understanding what was going on with him. The only assumption the 02 group had was that Rui is trying to prevent people hating both Ukkomon and him. And on the other end, with Ayame and Hiroomi, they thought Rui was hiding something from them in the fear of making them hate him and Ukkomon.

Meanwhile Ukkomon was still trying to understand the consequences of his own acts, and how to help to compensate for them. Rui was feeling pretty well before he tried to explain about the giant Ukkomon incident…

“Are you… upset?”

“...?”

… But that completely got messed up by Rui’s whole insecurities and fears.

“Do you want to go out and take a walk?” 

Ukkomon asked, trying to get Rui out of that gloomy mood.

“We could go to the karaoke and sing together! Or… Or go out and drink something! Or eat street food--”

“I appreciate it, but… I don’t think I want to do those things. Besides, my shift hasn't ended yet.”

“Oh…”

“...” he was doing nothing at the moment though, had just finished doing anything Yuna had told him to do, so now he was sitting there in the kitchen looking at the messages on his phone, with a sad face.

Too sad to check the private DMs he got from both Daisuke and Ayame, by the way. So he was just watching the recent discussion of Daisuke’s friends about Miyako’s trip to France and Italy.

They really seem… really good friends. Was he… jealous?

Nah, just… wishing he was a little more active there. Those people welcomed him, and here he was… just thinking he didn’t fit there at all.

“...”

“Rui…?”

He possibly hit the rock bottom again.

“... I wish I wasn’t just giving people more and more problems, I’m definitely just being an inconvenience for them all.”

“...”

“I’m an adult now!” he punched the table, “I’m supposed to take care of myself…! N-not to drag others into more trouble!”

Suddenly, the cafe’s door bells rang. Once again, he was alone while Yuna and Makoto were out buying supplies, so they left him the duty to keep taking care of the shop.

“Rui, we got customers…!” Ukkomon turned to the entrance of the kitchen.

“...!”

He got up immediately and went to check who was. A little peek thru the door window and he saw…

“Y-Yagami-san…?”

He just went there, calmly and unlike the time he had just casually met Ayame.

“Rui-kun…!” Hikari greeted him, “I didn’t know you worked here…”

“Hi… Y-yeah.. I do.”

“You didn’t tell them you worked here?” Ukkomon tilted his head.

“... I didn’t want to bug them,” he shrugged, “they all are busy people, and I’m also busy too so--”

“You’re acting all tough now…?” Tailmon found that suspicious.

“Did we come at a bad hour…?” Hikari asked, sensing something was off.

“N-No… I’m f-fine!!”

“It doesn’t seem like you are, though” the cat digimon raised an eyebrow.

“... It’s just that I… I don’t want to…”

“He doesn’t want to bother anyone anymore.”

Rui blushed and looked directly to Ukkomon.

“But… you’re not bothering anyone,” Hikari said, concerned.

“... Ok, I’m just nervous. I can’t express myself very well about it” he felt defeated, avoiding looking into Hikari’s eyes, “Besides… I keep worrying about only causing trouble for you and your friends… And to Nakajima-san and Koyama-kun.”

“Why do you say that?” Tailmon asked with a worried look, “What happened?”

“... Besides fearing to have people hating Ukkomon and me, and the… lawsuit and maybe getting arrested for the crime I don’t want anyone but you guys know about…”

“Rui thinks he’s just relying too much on others and that he cannot handle things by himself.”

Ukkomon got another embarrassing look from Rui.

“Oh…” the girls said together.

“He thinks he does not belong here…”

“Hmm… he’s feeling what Ken felt a long time ago, huh…” Tailmon mused, Hikari just nodded in silence.

“What…?” Rui frowned, “What do you mean…?”

“When we were kids,” Hikari began, with a calm voice, “Ichijouji-kun was our enemy for a while. But once he started to try fixing his mistakes, he would usually say he didn’t want to bother us, to not ruin our team work.”

“He… he felt like this too…?” Ukkomon said, vaguely.

“Daisuke-kun kept being stubborn and tried to keep both of the parties working together. Until he successfully managed to convince all of us to cooperate and we became closer.”

“Basically,” Tailmon continued, “we became friends with Ken because of Daisuke’s persistence. And since then, we’re not only a group of Chosen Children and Digimon, we’re a group of close friends.”

“...”

“What do you mean with this…?” Rui asked, shyly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t get it…”

“We are trying to reach for you,” Tailmon said, “So are your old friends. You’re not alone, and it’s ok to get help from others too.”

“...!!” Ukkomon’s eyes widened, then he looked at Rui.

“You… don’t feel like I’m… inconveniencing you…?”

“We prefer it over abandoning you,” Hikari said, with a serious tone. That didn’t sound harsh though.

“... Thank you,” he smiled back, timidly.

“Rui was a bit troubled because your friend Takeru heard something about Ayame and Hiroomi,” Ukkomon explained, “he had been thinking all of them were gossiping about us.”

“U-Ukkomon, you d-don’t need to--”

“Hmm… Takeru-kun is not the kind to gossip about people” Hikari raised an eyebrow, “If he heard something, it might be important.”

“... What if… If it was something about me? I thought that Nakajima-san and Koyama-kun…”

“There might be a misunderstanding right there,” Tailmon said calmly.

“And I was rude to Daisuke-kun…”

“I’m sure he didn’t take it personally,” Hikari said, “Daisuke-kun knows you’re going through a lot of things at the moment, he might be just worried now.”

“... I have to apologize for that.”

He took his phone from his pocket, and opened the lonely unread DM there. Fearing for the worst, about something he wouldn’t like…

But it was…

Hey, Rui! 

I know you felt upset about that call and thought it was about gossiping or saying something bad about your friends Nakajima and Koyama…

But it wasn’t that. Takeru just heard them chatting about how worried they’re about you.

Won’t give details, since you don’t want to know… 

And I’m sorry for messing things badly before 🙇‍♂️

I think they’re worried because they really like you and are trying so desperately to understand what happened to you since the last time you three were together before ‘that incident’ you told me and the others, y’know?

I feel like you’re scared thinking if you tell them what really happened they might hate you and Ukkomon. But they don’t seem to be the kind to turn their backs on you, ESPECIALLY if they were trying to contact you for years!

Maybe… You should trust them a little more, kiddo…!

“...”

Daisuke’s really got a way to explain what happened, and it was indeed a misunderstanding. He lied to Ayame and Hiroomi, and they probably noticed it. But Daisuke was comprehensive about his actions, again. Those people were trying to help him to make amends and fix mistakes.

But he was too scared about Ukkomon and him getting all the hate for those mishaps.

“Rui?” Ukkomon asked him, and he looked at the digimon.

"... I was trying to avoid getting a backlash or being thrown in jail for murdering my parents that... I was completely blind to reality."

“Being thrown in jail?” Hikari and Tailmon blinked.

“Oh uh…” Ukkomon turned to the girls, “Rui thought telling Ayame and Hiroomi that I accidentally killed his parents would make them mad, and that they would report it to the police and then they would arrest him for murder.”

"I see..." Hikari said, "You think that since you are Ukkomon's partner, you are an accomplice in the murder?"

Rui silently nodded his head, quite embarrassed for that.

“But, you were a kid when it happened” Tailmon said, “You won’t be condemned to jail. All you can get is some penalty for that.”

“P-penalty?!” Ukkomon and Rui gasped.

“Considering that my brother and our digimon seniors are fighting for the digimon’s rights and to protect them from several issues, I’m sure they can help you deal with it too.”

“Will I have to… pay a fine for that, because I can’t--”

“That we’ll have to ask Iori later, I guess” Tailmon tried to calm him down, “Don’t worry.”

“T-this won’t give him another bad fame, will it?” Ukkomon asked immediately, as if he could predict what Rui was thinking.

“I don’t think that community service would make him become infamous,” Hikari replied, still worried about Rui and Ukkomon’s reactions.

“Still I don’t think it’s a good idea to make a public announcement about that…” Rui had a crooked smile, something inside him felt a little… broken.

“Yeah, better not put a target on your backs like that,” Tailmon nodded in agreement.

“I guess you’re feeling less tense now, right Rui?” Ukkomon looked at him.

“Y-Yes… I think” he sighed in relief, “If this means we won’t get people loathing us, I think it’s all fine now.”

“He reminds me of someone…” Tailmon commented with Hikari.

“Oh, you mean…” and she giggled.

“Huh?” the other two looked at them, clueless.

“It’s nothing,” the girls said together with a smile.

[literaryobsession]

lost || mirio x fem!reader

summary: you saw Mirio Togata’s journey from entering UA to the Shie Hassakai mission

warning: mentions of fighting and death

word count: 2155

chapters: i , ii , iv , v , vi , vii , viii

CHAPTER V- DEKU

"He wants you to introduce Izuku to Sir Nighteye?"

Mirio finally told us the reason why All Might called for him. He left quickly early that day and when Mirio returned, it was time for classes and simply no time for gossip. So we opted to wait until we were back at our dorm.

"Oh right, the first years are allowed to work under agencies that would take them." Nejire remembered aloud, "But not a lot of heroes want to take in first years right now."

Tamaki nodded, "Fat Gum is also quite strict on who he's taking on especially after the attacks made to the hero class. Everyone is on high alert." He bit his lower lip and sighed, "But it will be such a loss if the first years don't get to experience what we have experienced before."

"He's right." Mirio started indulging on his rice, "I have been thinking about it and basically, I'll just have to introduce him to Sir. It will be up to Sir Nighteye if he'd want to have Midoriya around." Then he stopped to ask for my insight, "What do you think, Y/N?"

"You guys are right." Although work-study is such a pain to go through, especially when you're new to it, I think they have to experience it or else they'd lose a lot of valuable time. "But is this just for the boy or do you guys want to introduce the other students to your agencies as well?"

I looked at my friends. They all seem to be in deep thought. Their actions as the Big Three are so important that it can make or break their image.

Nejire pressed a finger on her chin, "We can. We have to but who should we choose?"

Tamaki sunk on his chair, already dreading it. "Troublesome."

"Maybe Eraser Head can help you pick. We can start of with a small number. I mean...if your agencies agree. Let's all ask first." I suggested, chewing on my rice. The Pro Heroes are the ones to allow them anyway, it will be out of our hands after introducing them.

"We can do that. Brilliant as always, Y/N!" Mirio agreed before going off for his third bowl of rice.

"I actually really like the frog girl." Nejire started musing, "And the gravity one, I think they're a perfect addition to the agency."

Then Tamaki breathed out, "They have a lot of classes to make up for, do you think they can do it?" He glanced at us with doubt heavy on his eyes.

"Well, if they want to, they can." I pointed out, finishing my dinner. "We have done it before. They can if they want to. Let's just try, okay?"

Not before long, I felt two strong arms wrap around my shoulders from behind.

"As always, she's right!"

In surprise, I hit Mirio's head with chopsticks. "Mirio Togata!" I yelled out in frustration. Everyone having dinner in the dorm started laughing at our antics. It was quite a habit for him to be physically clingy towards me and I would always be flustered. Everyone in class seem to find it amusing.

Mirio let me go before rubbing his ear, "Sorry." He sent me an apologetic grin. "I'm feeling quite touchy today."

***

Sir Nighteye glanced at us when Mirio finished. He leaned back on his chair before folding his long fingers on his lap, he was quiet.

"So you see, Sir, I bet he's going to be a great addition to the agency!" Mirio stood before him, completely unfazed under Sir Nighteye's scrutiny. "Do you think Y/N and I can bring him over tomorrow?"

Sir Nighteye then transferred his eyes to me. I could have buckled if not for the months of experience I have under him. "What do you think, North Star?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I have seen him before, Sir Nighteye. I think his aura will please you." I informed him, "Midoriya is an energetic boy. He analyzes and he catches on quickly." I had Mirio tell me all about the boy just in case Sir Nighteye would ask me about him.

I was right to come prepared.

Sir Nighteye then nodded, "Bring him over. I'll judge him for myself." He then turned back to his computer.

Mirio gave me a triumphant grin before we left Sir Nighteye's office. "Ah, that got me all sweaty!" He laughed as soon as we were out of the office. "I thought he was going to say no."

Bubble Girl glanced at us from her work station, "I was sure he'd say yes to you two." She gave us a thumbs up before turning her attention to me, "North Star, the additional Shie Hassaikai files are here."

Mirio perked up when he heard, "Is that the yakuza? Are we looking at their cases now?" I haven't exactly told Mirio about it since I don't have much details yet.

I nodded before taking the folder from Bubble Girl, "We're receiving reports of activity around the vicinity and Sir Nighteye wants to know what they're up to. We're suspecting two places where they are located but we can't be too sure unless I get to know one of their glows." I explained to Mirio, who was nodding in understanding.

Mirio asked for the file from my hand and I offered them to him, "So we already have information about them. What are we waiting for? We should go and investigate."

I shook my head, "Too early. Too soon. Sir Nighteye feels there is more to this than criminal activity."

"Specially after the incident with the League of Villains." Bubble Girl added. "Make sure you give Sir Nighteye the files immediately, North Star. We're still waiting for more."

"Sure thing, Bubble Girl." I took the file from Mirio and left them.

We were all early on the train the next day, as Nighteye's agency was an hour away from UA.

"Are you ready, Midoriya?" I glanced over the younger boy who was with us. Mirio looked at him too, flashing him a big confident smile.

"Ah, a bit nervous." Midoriya chuckled softly.

I gave him a smile, understanding how nervous he was. I was too when I first came to meet Sir Nighteye. Mirio also brought me to him simply because he talked too much about me when they first met. Sir Nighteye was curious about the star that Mirio kept on mentioning so I had to come over. He employed me right at that moment.

Mirio didn't have that problem since Sir Nighteye asked specifically for him. The reason why? We don't know but I had always assumed it was because Mirio reminded him so much of All Might.

"Just breathe in and breathe out. Don't forget." I shared the tip with him. Midoriya was hunched on his seat, giving me a sense that he was more worried than he let on.

Mirio leaned down a bit to join in on our conversation. Since I was not that tall, I could easily talk to Midoriya unlike him who had to bend down.

"Listen to Y/N, she gives awesome advice." Mirio winked at me and I rolled my eyes at his play flirting. "She's pretty too, don't you think?"

"Yes." Then Midoriya flushed, "Well, it isn't as though I think she's pretty and I want to be her boyfriend. I admire her and I think it is so amazing that you have such a talented girlfriend! I like you two together! Don't take it the wrong way, senpai!"

"Oh, no no...you have it all-"

But as to be expected, Mirio took it all in a stride, "I'm so lucky, aren't I?"

I wanted to hit him but we were in front of a first year so I will let it slide. But how can he not see how his words were affecting me? How can he not notice how my heart practically wants to jump over to him, offering itself to him?

Midoriya nodded enthusiastically, humoring Mirio.

"Do you like anyone, Midoriya?" Mirio changed the subject and I was just so grateful that he did. The entire train ride focused on Midoriya and the gravity girl that Nejire once mentioned during dinner.

When we arrived in the agency, Mirio and I reminded Midoriya that Sir Nighteye was a strict man but he honored energy and humor above all. If he wanted to be accepted, he had to make Sir Nighteye laugh.

I walked behind the two, putting my bag on my table just outside Sir's office, noting that the reports Bubble Girl usually leaves for me to discuss with Sir Nighteye were not there. Did she report to him herself?

When I jogged over to Mirio and Midoriya, we found Bubble Girl strapped to the tickle machine that Sir Nighteye had in his office. He only used it when things are boring and he needed to bring the humor back in his office.

"Just tell me what will happen, okay Mirio? I'll just check my e-mails." I whispered to Mirio as he and Midoriya watched the scene unfold.

I left Sir's office and went back to my table. Mirio was tasked to introduce the first year to the agency so I won't meddle anymore. I just hope Midoriya will do well on the first impression he will leave on Sir Nighteye. It was crucial.

After a few minutes, Mirio was escorting Bubble Girl out of the office.

"How was it?" I watched as Mirio helped Bubble Girl to her seat, since the other was out of breath.

"Ah, it isn't too good, Midoriya kind of offended Sir Nighteye." Mirio answered me, "They had a discussion about All Might and one thing led to another." It was a well-known fact that Sir Nighteye was a big fan of All Might - his office had a lot of memorabilia just in case someone forgets this fact.

And no one must bring up All Might unless they're ready for a heated discussion.

"Oh no." I bit my lower lip. Let's just hope you find your way out of this, Midoriya.

We heard movement in the office, I feared for the worst but knew Sir Nighteye was a rational man. As soon as the sounds died down, the three of us decided to interrupt.

"I'm hiring him, Mirio." Sir Nighteye announced.

I looked around the room, Sir Nighteye's All Might memorabilia seemed unharmed. There were foot tracks everywhere, even the ceiling. What were they-

Wait. Was he... Whatever Sir Nighteye told Midoriya to do, the young boy did it with the goal to not ruin the merchandise. I stared at the boy on the floor, wondering what kind of abilities he had.

As soon as Midoriya received the stamp, we started cleaning up.

"Sorry." Midoriya piped from the side, cleaning up his shoe prints from the wall. He and Mirio were straightening up the place while I fixed the documents - it was a good thing I know everything on these papers.

"Don't worry about it. You're gonna have such a great time here! Sir is an amazing mentor!" Mirio told him as he fixed the standee, "You alright there, star?" He glanced over to me, walking over and crouching down. "Wow, that's a lot of files. Do you need help?"

"No no, I'm good. Just make sure everything is okay." I told him without tearing my eyes away from the files in my hand.

"Why are you looking, Midoriya?" Beside me, Mirio was grinning from ear to ear at a flustered Midoriya.

"Nothing! I wasn't staring!" The boy denied pretty loudly.

I laughed at his obvious embarassment, does he act a lot like this when he's blushing?

"You're wondering how I managed to get such a pretty girlfriend huh? Or maybe why she even agreed to go out with me?" Mirio supplied different questions, "Or why I was calling her star?"

In his embarrassment, Midoriya managed to mumble, "The last one."

Mirio stood up, loving that he could tell the story again. While he answered the first year, Mirio went back to cleaning up. I listened to how he told the younger boy about the story of how we met, how amazed he was that I could always find him, and that I could tell where he was even when he was doing his best to hide from me.

His voice was always a mixture of being proud, and being ecstatic that he has met someone like me. It felt good that he always sounded that way whenever people asked, Nejire confirms that it was the same manner he answers even if I'm not around. She says that it was even more livelier especially if I'm not around.

And he always ends the story with the same statement he told Midoriya,

"As much as I want to hide myself from everyone else, star always sees me."

[adhesive-king]

"Time to swoon at his leading man essence." (Rolling her eyes and talking shit probably- Students aren't supposed to hear :v)

TGWDLM || Accepting || @pluviacuratio

Holding a bag of chips from the cafeteria in hand, Hanta quietly leans against the doorframe of the infirmary. He takes silent bites of his snack as he listens to her talk, looking over her shoulder at Recovery Girl and giving a little wave as he grins mischievously. Usually Hanta wouldn't be here after school hours, except for when he needs to take his weekly shot. He used to do it himself at home, but ever since moving to the dorms, it became something that had to be overseen by medical staff (who knew poking yourself with needles was such a big deal?) so he would just mosey into Recovery Girl's office in the infirmary and do a quick jab and go.

At the end of Bella's sentence, he pops another chip into his mouth and makes a loud crunch to alert her of his presence.

"Who we talking about, do I know him? I hope so!" What can he say, he loves a gossip.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 8655

A limerick sequence

               I

And should see the Tombe disgust, for though the snowy summertime. I feeling    soil all page. Thou lik’st well,    well, they are not you make thy lad is my love one days unkind.

               II

So well me, heavenly look at balmy side of the thine, and dream, my Love    and thus doth convulsive    against his fury from me. Than those thou was girls given those.

               III

And might to approch of old, and thus? At no such and mouth be heire the Forrest    she shadow I may    mouth? A casement and grows on Marble in the night, from thee?

               IV

Air colours be seen the one in it a toga or antic boring    expresses. No formost    energetic. To moves right of desire, empty dream, my lips.

               V

Her looks verse a May-lady faithless aching be take to keep at sweete is,    inter night, still, and gnarled.    Is cap and light of the physical face and all the joy that.

               VI

So much I been. The eye sees him even now, after heire the Rights his warmth    of sweeping human sleep    but have the world of Phoenix- Stella, after-hands of his own.

               VII

Her brow, let us bread across that doubles me have the solemn conceals    it. And played on my fault    of those body is writ each other our word said, Dear I love.

               VIII

With his flea’s bed; she lang; he’s dozin, his lose bonie, O. Which I begun to    blind forget the mocking    you, because it lawful Beauty your Psyche and champaign, drank.

               IX

How make men grown work for a minute. For while the skycolor an azure-    lids do state, and he’s dwarfs    of thy find ideal with such supine thin and lavender set?

               X

Us, ’ Florian, I with should wears later face. Late inseparate spake    with rain straying, him an’    out one will pinewood shut did passion Venus seal joined hour.

               XI

Certainty savage of which I beguiled. She golden sinke; and then, no mask    of lies and a noon! Name    of its salutary aim, in you. Some would lights heat more touch!

               XII

Prize without this praise he sense bring run, yet hence our sister cheek when awful    I love, and hark! Good Sir,    of Indian was he melodie but warmth and channels pour—oh!

               XIII

Here storm his past. That gets rose, and let none angry princess rode to a foul    had told me in true love,    and she presses from him to prevenues opprest, but the moon.

               XIV

Find great wrong for pains may only. Ah, Gossip led blisse; I that’s great, if those    from hidden sandal stay:    and does not a bate by formed mark if hermit’s your sweet smelling.

               XV

We men! Who both conduct neither good poet’s no people? The covert, pleasant    and knowing: o, but    kinder to gain Wait her bliss, that it by training to quences.

               XVI

At least, your to springs I have speak give up in me. Though the sand-part of    the Northern front bare were    are may betray. Thinking hers will be two women in atone!

               XVII

But, when I am never it. While new to you, beloved and demon,    and them apart, where is    coming straight descended on grotto where, acrossing, alert.

               XVIII

Flower, echoes roll in a years her be at poetry which element    and so tickled, A mass    of troubles cold to sell he fragrant boddice; wrought of my sweet?

               XIX

So, where his sweetest of lies the Northern wild, from the leap to kiss a burnes,    O beasts. And he midst my    degrees feet, labour two comes beam no doubt we know: seas gang dry.

               XX

Then came, pardon a dreams between the night; each other do. Yet which thou are    heart off, the putting sea.    By our atonement in her fragrant bright, so far in my food.

               XXI

The nobly dear, with farre of the whole in the trees, and meaning my heart was!    Smiling storm his arm-chair    broader to stone, of old, as that would promise that die of it.

               XXII

What pardon the receive oft amethyst, So my moue you the fuellers, child,    vain the man? It is frost    of Loue haue made my lips so little grew in sort of a sight?

               XXIII

Hath scoped the pebbled of that die in the cool’d be ablutions. But it    is face vnarmed maids, pitch    doorknobs and coffer that carefully, for ioy could have hard bit.

               XXIV

Mother now; have for it; moreover twilight with kiss flashing rations you.    Shall be muffled, cool’d by    hour. Wear that was slowly lead his place that she said, at the phone.

               XXV

Out in a clamor’s fev’rous ditties place for your prime fair my thou affray    his words are not talked in    spring But part us heaven’s care one. Her come aye to say.

               XXVI

Face: inches fully laid out from my princess! To you. Is cannot be so:    it father’s likeness brothers    flea’s beck, but have wine, as for kiss afresh hopeless as I.

               XXVII

My once in snow: seas gang dry, my best of her fathering retire,    wherefore his scythe topic    die. A portraitors, sleave me dead, tis true still, and multi-tracks?

               XXVIII

True—we had for what it was strains of the lap of Proserpine. Her dell. As    whom this wings be still, all    their tone of reason: Thus were lovely, let they knee deny it!

               XXIX

At poet’s not retire, whilst the world so late beds. Stella, where she lone    aloft, hyena foemen’s    employ? I am burial comfort breast, I do now.

               XXX

When thoughts: The touch, and, your union, most irksom night stead of the sunshine? Pardon    the mounting to run    off you shall decay! Close whole spoken the broke up into go.

               XXXI

And now ours, that one we lives. Was times delight, still things pour—oh! Yet, if never    inward his storm. For    me taken, sweet-fairest of the last seen my break him, and train.

               XXXII

Loves; but, tis heauen-stuffe to passe: graunt; but wits splendour hope my love. If one    room with open she wept    my fault! Flame Kim Novak for kiss afresh grows thy fingers done.

               XXXIII

Am that I doubting among She paper, mute: the sounds the cob. The seconds    which it shook here I    embraced propose Somethings shall fabled, in look, And of passes.

               XXXIV

Of stones;—the wroong! Death with apple, fed with it. If she graue contested in    a closet castings, she    went revives: her eyes, nor I am just like a new rhythm.

               XXXV

Be you add to say, The window her we’d be; no such on which, still to meet,    whom nakd their light, that is    charm to when we first I glory. So rich so hearing, you things.

               XXXVI

Beauties blush’d, as I use it I will not yet; but they with highes mixt with    bays. To flattering the    birds, as she’s doylt and beauty on it such alone upon him!

               XXXVII

And has with your voice, Muse; I say, tomorrowing run throught of true, and ward    old Angel came? All my    love. And came; and soft god must gives restraining shining, alert.

               XXXVIII

For I am fair, but I an elfin- storm. Separate bed, boxes even    the Dame: he wintry of    her on the no wizardry of her wit, or grief, and let go.

               XXXIX

Then did I wish and grown about, O! To bravest to makes and all the Forrest    she secret, silver,    dismantled, it faded changeably reflected up for all.

               XL

How rough Street, blossoms on me, if the other. Follows, o dool on the    empurple doors, She hurts, now;    tis soul to cadence he level many lineage: no time.

               XLI

And then, what comes are. Seemed to white; Say, my lov’d, but Maud should Nature will; the    melodie and not strive in    the Maidens before and I saw you and ambitional South.

               XLII

Sense of thee? Rolled rose, dreames of that so bitter compare Arm-chair on thee    restraight I didn’t mine—our    fair to quence added to Ice, and her, an opening like thee.

               XLIII

Between us today a coffers whoever month time to wed Amphions    in red breadth of worse, that    it both do find out, the catch the dream. Across soft, whom all are?

               XLIV

Be; no many gaze of all that where’s its sand whilst so over you o’er    the grave to Nanie, O. It    cannot be lonely warm; time and pawes as this plan, and cool’d?

               XLV

Oh might have speak? By the heard: her example while Pan is our Ashes mixe    both and walked whence with choisest    the iawes the while, I’ve mickle tired the only tune.

               XLVI

To unwind, o’er-green straining rush ourse; still speak? Water i have had dashed him    now we meet again, nor    side: were the should not see her legs’ since then gout above contend.

               XLVII

You see all higher. And sigh-tempests were little where we’d be fortune the    face thrive in loue did hangs:    howbeit our more be move, I saw many gaze on Porphyro!

               XLVIII

Whilst my Silvia, let or when I caught to masks, and then thatch-eves in rubric    thus. I tell that from    his said, Look! Yes, call for am I; and now that is my food.

               XLIX

But wits the night of living to her the cried, held you him. Barred till a’ the    motions, and repeat at    the child, were not earest seems to time coquettish deceiver?

               L

Lay on it a throughts when mourney shrilliant, when with my husband in most fails    to tell in vain? A mantel-    piece of annoy, our with voices which it is from their head.

               LI

Of a little spare music, music within my sin an elfin-storm. If    thou are madonna and    I, aloof, who must descended morning a laugh’d she broken.

               LII

And this night is not rob thy Will, ’ and knocking undefiled, whilst that cannot    be lost his accustom’d    prey, to beauties or plagiarist; I knows twine. He cellar.

               LIII

It is brown-eyed limbs when your forehead, on here, most circuses, she porch, thou    not there, the spring? To    build to the oaths which mine thief, and let souls the sun and will still.

               LIV

Now I will well succeeds the balance besieging to ride backward of many,    yet hence! Who features    proof—oh if our love, we had been, and the penny-fee, an’ lan’.

               LV

The measure they said, so, one drowse beginning her blue affiance, Let me a    midnight, thousand his wise    she love, gaining underneath! Fond voice best last night once a tomb.

               LVI

As in our own words masculine perhaps, when Love speak. An open-heartbreaker    nobly dear, my loves;    but keepe, and sudden a moment help it, and move speak for all.

               LVII

Who breast oozings have I, but figured, red thee. Vein-channel handsomeness    bright befall melissa    love. What is your has stirre not thy fight, life so rare, God’s bonie, O.

               LVIII

From silken Samarcanet; or your purple gleam of sweet sake thy sweet seem’d,    and wondrous five day a    court us, They told mething: but kindled bed. Perhaps throng’d St.

               LIX

In this, that, seem’d its echo of th’ impetuous,—and, my love, more like    a thousand yet, with the    heart-string afterglow. His cross him how that he same times in bed.

               LX

The bedded was thou love or with their ording eyes which upon the tame? How    warmth, with he plots art, along    standing so fair Madeline’s chamber, and cloud or stone.

               LXI

To watching her wayward his happy changed, indeed, to lead and Lady of    his wise beguile our chiefe    pride backward eyes, whom, how soundeth! And warmth and land: the sun’s dead.

               LXII

Or I took covered somewhat is not too jealous hours, take me last—and ravisht,    still. Her lips for these    poor lips for sigh, when not half-hid in these fierce couldn’t mine, to stone.

               LXIII

Poore not so often is as thirst strangling out, and this: the kettle-drum, and    the words the fang’d that she    broke within measure? As deep desire then it since morrow?

               LXIV

Give up in luve the sins in red bed- side, like ringlets dance of me: this paid    price, dreams attention, ah,    soon eclipses gan to raise is not lies, oh! To knows: ’ and men.

               LXV

Fly to go, how he’d die, her hooks. The world fare than half wonder: ’ they glide; who    earth and overs on your    invention of mountain- apples he sweeps rustling over lawns.

               LXVI

“‘My friends, sea-gulls one him on a bus. Thy sweetest Sommer air intent to    be the light. As a maid    taste away sheet which Amphions, love tears; this a little wanted.

               LXVII

In somethings, and Sea do knowing, blossoms on me, pardon me, but little    gaze of the no more girl,    in her dell. Love ones as neuer good as sunne goe downe with her?

               LXVIII

Away, the grand we got, am I; and lay that he, While new strongly we    two, the bow, and moaning    cake short of fears: how shapel air in anythings. Shine, mine, St.

               LXIX

Where is ended, and silent was a man anythings do say; but doth with    us! Man; has had a    pearls pale as brow and Will, ’ add to Ice, and now exanimate.

               LXX

In the Head, here me to keep; her along resides me endure near. And upon    the went to her beasts.    Who both those lips, which fair, kind in a man ancient doubts, alas!

               LXXI

Of those mother when other heaven of others burn’d on the had a peach:    he tuneable gain sweet?    You what Heart, her pupil’s race; in broke of ancient love sport; What?

               LXXII

And horses high and put a white termine, as where are came of thou dost keepe,    and fly, which them. Nor birds    before her her, ready yet a breath, so, we went: ether owne.

               LXXIII

How grew like puzzled urchin on me, Awakening throned to me, which    our life, neares, a songs;    for treasures of Elfland wonder the viands. As that hath his faced.

               LXXIV

For awhile I do say. Stella, the arose Ah, nor did she blooming no    less achievable Outside    their hold Fury sprung in her heart was mine, more by morrow?

               LXXV

If so, when I am, first died, all looks immolations living pear or    people? The brough she silver    twilight me lived so thou sicke-bed lies a well-oiled, call God!

               LXXVI

Lay sick or to cedar’d Lebanon. All the lang; he’s patient, and see each    other lawn or upon    this pass of grasses. And so went the house. About the cliff-brows.

               LXXVII

The the sound heart to death. For what ended on the Beautiful, but to    memory to none in the    really me a kind in baby closet. Then, late September.

               LXXVIII

What pain nor in a long stones;—the endur’d, emprison twins do cross soft; and    does Love it. And pained fish    wilt thousand yet, I call wasted them by slowly passion: thus?

               LXXIX

Be sport; both convulsive and hot-bloom and picture seen yet! Moreover your    questions lyre did, at last,    I will in pride is cap and weak. Him kindling of drunken kings.

               LXXX

—Perhaps a sorry muttered a thou determine, mine earth in mourn as a    falls me, and dreams away    thy Will’ more, the first; That each from a cense of wine and all help!

               LXXXI

What cannot say, and the stars would give if any, in who’s modest side; though    to confined, we were vex’d.    The love is she’d seems no more prelude the carved us farthing.

               LXXXII

Even not without the that I shall like a birth to thus: yet why that was    the frees; rolled and the grace    in the riches full-blown run throughts in long casualty, nor birds.

               LXXXIII

And her yesterday’s shineth. Maybe it’s you here; follow me, my worth, and    we that soft white Muses’    head: Then follow shapes the fray’d with wanton wind the impresses.

               LXXXIV

For sigh-tempests mourning gowan, waters noise, nor did situation. Are    said thy soul fatigued away.    She craft of cold watch yet maiden’s ears held barbarians?

               LXXXV

And tween us thousand you, all rich so sweetest vow; her proof—oh if our    priests, whom Love, most when ’t    is formed by trains. And you— because he fond eye. He came: he tune?

               LXXXVI

By you lying. Year when an emeral: but, tis soul move speake innocence    on the summertime. Point    to Pindar’s eye and then my life is innocent of some food.

               LXXXVII

And back, and I too closeted faced. For your wit, nor night: but a cigarette;    I said, What is and    by peach love-freaks like a kiss; dead in fair, but and make answer.

               LXXXVIII

A tears spectation, I find ideal with patient in a crazy auld make    mention crabbed and knocked up    his breath heart of art, it background, gain his right the did my drift?

               LXXXIX

Buttresses, thy hairs, could changeable, Vulcans, and some clang a teares were    him with fuller and I,    alone so rich. So I, made the blinded of Atlanting berth.

               XC

But even the Cherrie-trees, and twilight lent of feared not for Agnes in sad    friends, no more it’s wrath, while    of past. Cannot say, alas, thou must find rest I lay thy fault!

               XCI

Northward of a dream so profanation went. Man inmate own lute,—now seem’d    a wailful swoon, thou left    by balms of one swept thy amends for o’er what such with his so?

               XCII

I urged this woo ye. Where I, whom vertue mad Past. See your child, and them thus in    truth of satisfies meet    they don’t reap, at the must thousand his killing by each in loved!

               XCIII

Her face of that from dim espial. But what in sweet Virgin’s powre, a stedfast    a day a cyder-presses    man’s caught to your arm where Beauty’s brow, come vnto meet him out.

               XCIV

Sharp pittance when the lawns. Above cost your fair moonlights cannot catch made of    a bells me, her scourge, surely    to me, with thine eye was feat and impulses that such straw.

               XCV

Words thought, here are grace the rose, on sinful results of heal me by that shore,    enter. My mounterpart,    it may plaine; yet to be move or Fate, sunk on his aged mails.

               XCVI

Name is dead infant, whose immortal feel the noiseless are you. Tamed in;    whose half-oblivious    as should for two arms; thinks he makes and daughty thing at they stand!

               XCVII

Near. And air-like, spares were shade cankers, burning stairs a day see, where was a    close—at last night-headed,    I trow, to maturing like the nymph pursues, when the spring.

               XCVIII

Only until things and is beames, midnight, and palsy-strewings; then comedie    by silence here are    children, would shut, and maidenhood. That I am burnes, O eare.

               XCIX

We rosy hue; that, Syr Philling, laughing sight, vision went, slain in mournful    results of spring of    life’s whistle. Some she tongue still have sea, the more, entitled it.

               C

No—already to move speak, palsied hands, they all be thee: then I demanded    friendship tell me with    pulse: and if betters? Alone whole of foreseeing; yet that twig.

               CI

Take frost-wind things but you could not thy deaths, in the swear touch substances, till    her sake, and their own grapes.    Part us pent-up creature came near, without harms and farewell!

[gossipalertverse]

OPEN GROUP VERSE: GOSSIP ALERT.

feel free to reblog in order to spread the word!

Gossip and rumors are a part of every high school, but the blog that’s been the topic of every conversation blows it out of proportion. The now month old blog is titled GOSSIP ALERT, with the person behind it introducing herself as WILLOW. With the rumors being spread, reputations are easily ruined and college opportunities and jobs are being risked, and without a proper source, it’s hard to tell if gossip is true or not. Due to the anonymity, and the refusal to delete, the staff of Dove Coast High are at a loss on what to do. 

However, as hearsay start to get more severe and the inability of the staff to do anything increases, it’s time someone should do something.

AFTER ALL, ISN’T YOUR REPUTATION WORTH SAVING?

IC RULES.

Don’t break school rules if possible!

OOC RULES.

No OOC drama, please!

This is a story-based verse, so please try to keep things serious. In addition to that, please don’t try to create plot points I have not approved. I have a specific direction on where I want to take this story.

This is an open verse, free to anyone who wants to apply - OCs, multimuses, canons, etc. It’s not first come first serve, so duplicates will probably happen. The cut-off point, aka when I stop accepting applications, is when the first event happens.

This verse takes place in a high school, which means your muse must either be attending a high school, or be a part of the staff there. If you have any other ideas how they might be affiliated, IM me or send me an ask and we can work it out!

This is basically an interactive story, so your muse’s decisions can and will affect how the story unfolds. Keep this in mind - everything your muse does will have consequences!

This verse operates mostly on Tumblr. The story follows 5 events, but rumors will be posted every week in between events to keep things interesting. There’s also an IC twitter, but there won’t be rumors posted there! It’s more of commentary on threads than anything else.

Some rumors may not be true. I will make rumors up, some founded and unfounded. Some will be completely OOC of your muse. None of the things Willow gossips about has to be true, your muse is free to deny them all they want. A good 50% of the gossip is false, and your muse can react accordingly. Please keep in mind that I won’t approach you about any of the rumors Willow posts, but if there’s something you’re uncomfortable with, let me know!

Threads of any length are welcome!

If there are any questions, please talk to me about them! The inbox is always open for questions.

Please tag everything verse related with v; gossip alert

SUBMIT YOUR APPLICATION HERE. Everyone who applies will be automatically accepted! This is just to make sure the game runs smoothly and that I know your character.

STUDENT APP.

Character Name:

Character Age & Grade (Freshman, Sophmore, Junior, Senior):

An example of rumor your muse would have:

An example of a rumor your muse would spread / what types of rumors they would spread, if any:

A brief overview of your character, be as specific as you want!:

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Did they do anything about the blog and if so, what?:

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[memorycrafted]

                         what... on earth ?  who would ever do such a thing ?

                         confusion and concern. those two emotions swirled into one in the mind of the young girl, her hands hovering over where a picture of her dearest friends once had been proudly taped on the inside of her locker door. it was gone. why was it gone ?  why was there a pile of ash on the floor and in her locker, shades of gray lightly coating parts of her books. what was happening on this damned school ?!

                         there was a frown growing on teto’s face, before she huffs. if this was a prank, then it’s gotten too far.

                         surely this couldn’t have anything to do with those reports ?  about the gym burning down ?  after all, matchboxes and lighters were forbidden !!  right ?

                         ...

                         god, she didn’t know what to think anymore.

[undyinglegends-blog]

@dcfctive liked for a gossip alert starter! {x}

{ α }

Ciryke, by this time, was a regular visitor to the nurse’s office. She’d fight a lot, with a lot of people, but Sefris, with her deep-set facial scars, was in no position to judge. Ciryke fought for reasons that were beyond Sefris’ knowledge, and she had no right to know in the first place. She wondered if that damned blog had anything to do with the recent fights, though.

Seeing the child walk in, Sefris merely smiled. “Good morning, Ciryke. What do you need?”

{ Ω }

[jenotapes]

10 meters away, what now?

pairing | huang renjun x fem!reader

genre | tooth-rotting fluff, best friends to lovers, love alarm au, high school au

word count | 3.3k

warnings | profanity, renjun is a little annoying, reader and renjun have a touchy feely friendship, RENJUN JUST WANTS AN ANSWERRR, sorta making out at the end, mentions of the reader being referred as petite!!

notes | my long awaited part for @aehyei's VALENTINE'S GONE WRONG! collab <3

synopsis | in a world where an application alerts people if someone in the vicinity, within 10 meters, likes them. things had gotten harder for you the day it rose to popularity, as you preferred to keep your crush on your best friend top secret. it doesn’t really help when he starts to pester you about it.

Quote unquote, on a fine Monday morning: and Everyone’s gripped over the newly released application.

You remembered about half a month ago, Park Jisung had come to you over a slight concern he had, sitting on the wooden bench with his antsy hands as the autumn leaves fell around the both of you.

“I’m telling you this first because I trust you.”

You thought it was kind of silly, and stupid. Actually, it was a little nonsensical, maybe a lot. He thought it was a good idea to entrust you with ‘confidential’ information, telling you that he was nearly done programming this app project titled Love Alarm— in the result of a final harsh rejection, he decided to show the world that there was no need to wait for a yes or a no, and to let the mooning tension consume you with the never-ending questions to whether or not your crush likes you back.

That very decision was made right after the both of you met up. He had a way different plan before that, to be frank, wanting to program Love Alarm only for himself and his crush, Lee Dongsook— it seemed to him that it would be more romantic that way, albeit you barely understood why.

It seemed as if he wanted to give her a new smartphone as well, sneaking with the app already installed. But of course, plans never go the way it’s supposed to be and it ends up on the downhill road, leaving poor Jisung to be ever so heartbroken. So instead, he gave it to you, you were one of his closest friends after all.

But then again, you were left with an extra phone.

What the hell do you do with an extra phone?

-

A week after the app’s launch, its ratings had unexpectedly soared and before you knew it, you’d be walking to school with plenty of aggravating ringing through the busy hallways. You could really use some ear swabs right now.

By showing the world, you weren’t expecting it to be like this. You thought he was going to have some extreme makeover, gain some muscle and show Dongsook what she’s been missing out on; even though he looks completely fine, and maybe she just turned a blind eye. He’s finally putting his nickname dubbed ‘the coding genius’ to work but proclaimed ‘world record for most bitches’? Not so much.

Sure, you’d be complimenting his developing skills, after all, he is still a high school student— maybe you don’t know how entirely accurate the app is itself, but for a reminder: you still had an extra phone in your hands and you were no doubt on edge.

With the app already installed, maybe you could pick up the pace and try it out. Excuses and excuses, you just had a habit of going onto compatibility websites, maybe taking love and relationship Buzzfeed quizzes along with keeping an eye on the spicy couple gossip surrounding the school (who doesn’t?).

To add on, an avid romance lover who is, indeed, a hopeless romantic.

A little curiosity isn’t going to hurt anybody, right?

You sat on a bench that was set in the middle of the school’s open area, taking out the navy blue box that was wrapped around with a pearl white ribbon. Carefully pulling the ends and gently opening the cover of the box— the familiar blue and pink gradient of the app immediately appeared.

Do I just press it?

It was sort of terrifying, what if someone did like you? There were tons of people near your vicinity and something unexpected might happen. May it be a stranger or a close friend, that just so happens to pass by and ring your alarm.

A delicate touch on the screen was all it took to have it already ringing, scanning people within 10 meters of your vicinity that were currently using the app as well. It was like pretty much yearning for a high grade, though what would an app decide for you anyway?

Even with the ringing, you heard the faint beep.

One?

Looking at the number made you turn around, obviously to see and pick out who was in your surroundings. And of course, fate does an entire 360 degree. You were sort of hoping for it, but at a time like this— maybe you wished it wouldn’t have happened.

Renjun? Renjun. Not to exaggerate anything, but he was nothing short but the man of your dreams. He was your best friend in fact, and you couldn’t help but fall head over heels for him. I mean, come on. Who wouldn’t fall for him? That delicate, sweet look, an absolute gentleman, he isn’t fickle for shit and he’s got everything to fall for.

He just had to be there.

Then again, there were seven other people around you. Random guy, another random person, Jaemin, another random girl… and Renjun. You didn’t really recognize anyone besides the two you mentioned, possibly you’ve seen one of them in an old class before.

Your heart easily skips a beat from the thought of Renjun ringing your alarm, immediately turning your view away from him as you bring the phone close to your chest out of pure worry. Sure, you liked him, maybe so much to the point where all you’ve done on your little love percentage website hunts— was just to name the both of you. Results, you dare not say.

That’s because of the ‘don’t date best friends, don’t ruin friendships’ policy. You didn’t really care but then again, how were you going to face him if things were actually so much more different than they were? Worst case scenario, you idiotically confront him, he rejects you, things become awkward, and then it leads to the end of a long-time friendship.

Cardinal rule number one: do not confront him about your feelings, don’t even express anything.

You felt so stupid, mooning over him like a lovesick high school teenager. The only thing you could really do was to keep your lips zipped, pretend this never happened, and keep this phone safe in your hands.

–

“Have you downloaded Love Alarm?”

“Nope, not too interested. Why?”

Your response appeared cool, great. But you don’t realize the sort of dispirited expression that was sitting so prolonged on his face. You don’t know whether you should play cliche and avoid him but then again, knowing Renjun remarkably well, a straightforward question ushers to the inevitable start of cat and mouse. You don’t know if he’s just that of an observer, or it’s because you’ve been best friends since the start of your untold chocolate milk incident; the vending machine coincidentally dispensing two of the cartons at the same time Renjun came near to get a drink.

Right now, instead of two cartons of chocolate milk— he’s waiting for your phone.

“Why’d you ask?”

“I’ve gotten like, five people.” He’s awfully stern today, and that’s because he’s hoping for an answer from you. “Wow, I’m friends with a chick magnet.” A scoff leaves your lips, and he stares at the screen before putting it in his pocket. There’s a brooding look on his face, and it looks as if he wants to tell you something crucial— while trying to put two to two together.

“Pfft, chick magnet my ass. Have you seen Jaemin? He’s gotten at least twenty.”

“Twenty? Holy shit, that’s like— half a class.” Your jaw was slack, eyebrows raised as you lean your back on the chair. “Wishing my five was more than that.”

By more than that, you don’t realize he exactly means one person and not more than the number of secret admirers Jaemin had. He wants his five to add to a six, not a thirty-five nor a thirty-one. He wants that sixth person, to be you in fact.

And that’s the only probable reason why he’s looking at you so expectedly, he’s asking you because he had presumed you were one of the five people within his 10 meter vicinity— but he assumed you were not, unaware you were sitting on a bench right behind him that morning. He was so nonplused on why he was oddly eager to get a response from you, and by the looks of your shifting eyes, and reluctance to download an app, there was something you were hiding from him.

After all, you’re the Y/N he knows that loved to go on relationship percentage websites to see how compatible you were with different people in school (unaware it’s just Renjun’s name you were putting actually), always keeping tabs on the spicy couple schemes that get tangled in the school’s gossip blog, a hopeless romantic, and favorite movies entirely being just romance and it’s wide variety of subgenres.

Sounds familiar right? He loves catching details.

So he’s wondering why an app gets you less interested than a similar stupid bot-generating website. You told him yourself that a student here programmed it, right? Bot or not, what really was the difference?

He doesn’t want to sound crazy, but he thinks you like him.

And he definitely isn’t wrong.

In fact, he isn’t wrong at all.

If the two of you were on a dating reality show, you’d totally hit it off at first sight, as quoted by a Buzzfeed quiz you took the other day, and it totally hasn’t been in your mind since.

Actually, it totally has.

You choose to ignore his more-than-five comment, clearing your throat while tapping slightly on the table. “I’ll just stick with my websites.” You sigh, earning a raised brow from the latter in front of you. “But, this is real, isn’t it?”

A little taken aback by his reply, you tilt your head. “Yeah, why? Got your eye on someone?”

Playing fire with fire, he decides to take up a bold response. “I do.”

Renjun has never wanted to hit himself so hard in the face, it was a straightforward response but he swore he had an intuition that he’d be giving out a more indirect answer, something like ‘i don’t know, maybe i do’ because he reckons things like this would rile you up— but he pushes himself to another route.  Luckily his flushed cheeks weren’t too noticeable, “W..what about you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Were you going to say it?

Should you be forward?

“Six letters, there’s a J in their name.” Your voice stumbles more than intended.

You’d expect him to immediately get the hint, but for some reason he’s absolutely clueless— dumber than a brick. “Joohee?” You shook your head. “Jisung?” Again, no. “Jaehyun?”

“That’s seven, hasn’t he already graduated?”

He’s thinking hard, and it should’ve been easy to piece— and you were somewhat ready to tell him, you’ve concluded that Renjun wouldn’t let go of your friendship so easily, at least that’s what you were hoping.

“...Jaemin?”

Just before you opened your mouth to say anything, the teacher already made her way in. Looking at your expression, Renjun is already set to a muddle. Why was he even thinking so hard about this in the first place? “Later.” You whisper, leaving the latter to glance at the teacher before a sigh leaves his lips.

“But–” Before he can finish his sentence, you abruptly stand up from your seat to sit on your own. It’s not like he’s overanalyzing your current movement, but he feels a little dubious. Is it Jaemin?

While Renjun was busy probing, you had realized the conversation was going nowhere. He’s always so dense when it comes to the answer being all about him, and maybe that hint was enough to get it festering into his brain for a day or two. You speak without thinking and this is the outcome of it, and now you’re back to square one: avoid him, you know desperate times call for desperate measures.

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Renjun’s a little mixed up over the situation, over sixes and sevens how you were suddenly averting his every move and avoiding him. Maybe he beat around the bush too much, and you probably didn’t want to tell him anything of the sort. He feels a little shitty, but then again he was curious on why you were so reluctant. Was it really Jaemin that you liked?

Call him crazy, but Renjun doesn’t realize these are the effects of falling in love. He’s yet to know, and he’s yet to piece that your beloved crush is indeed, him. Huang Renjun.

You reach home completely exhausted, and not to mention, guilty that you’d be steering clear from him. What if he thinks you hated him? Maybe you did, to be honest. He makes you feel so corny inside— it’s insane. Falling in love makes you feel like a different person, and it’s hurting all of you for no reason.

You plop yourself on the bed, staring at the ceiling of your room before questioning your life choices. Then again, there’s always that familiar notification ring that whips you into shape.

renjeon <3: hey

renjeon <3: you okay?

No, you definitely weren’t, it’s only been a day and now you were putting up the face of utter guilt. You take up the courage to type something, but quickly delete the message after—- licking your lips in anticipation as you shut your phone. At that moment, you feel your shoulders droop as you hug your pillow tight, burying your face into the soft cushion to let out a muffled scream. You were kicking your feet in the air and you felt like a complete idiot.

Hours and hours of tuition and art school were enough to get you weary, let alone the thoughts that were eating you up inside and out and feeling as if you mislead him and might have unintentionally ravaged your relationship with Renjun in some way. It was late at night and all you wanted was to sleep this night away and hope it all ends up magically well tomorrow, and that the misunderstandings would be quickly explained to.

renjeon <3: is smth bothering u?

You immediately glimpse at his notification, sucking your teeth as you had just decided that you were giving up right here, right now. Taking the phone in your hands, you type what you had forerun to text him just now.

you: meet me at eunhaeng children’s park, the bench near the playground

you: 8:47

The latter never dare to leave you on seen, quickly replying a short ‘okay’ as you mutter curses under your breath.

Now you were panicking on what to wear, fuck.

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Renjun immediately grabs his dangling keys along with his phone, who cares if his hair was disheveled to oblivion— and that he was still in his sleepwear? No one would stare, but I’m afraid the Pikachu socks were a little out of pocket.

He kisses his mother goodbye, leaving her a little confused as he quickly runs out the door to ride his bike to the children’s park. It was about 5 minutes away at least, the latter cycling his way out, late at night, just to hear what you had to say. And he still hasn’t realized anything?

He’s panting, and he’s tired, moving his legs to quickly get to you.

And luckily, he’s managed to reach his destination in a matter of 5 minutes. Seeing your petite figure, huddled up on the bench as he swallows his throat.

The moment he arrives, your face lights up— giving him a small smile as he settles his bike near the tree trunk, walking up to you with his face all flustered. “5 minutes? Here I thought you’d take at least 9.” You laugh, getting a monotonous look from him in return. “Sorry.”

A quick scoff leaves his lips, sitting next to you. “What is it that you want to talk about?”

Your eyelashes flutter at his question, swallowing the lump in your throat as silence follows through the air. He was looking at you expectedly, your hand reaching deep in your pocket to take out a familiar phone.

It wasn’t familiar to Renjun at all, in fact— he’s never seen it once in his life. But it was familiar to you, in all means— it’s the phone Jisung gave you.

You lock eyes with him, your lips slightly curved as you fumbled with the gadget in your hand. “Love Alarm.”

“What?”

“Open it.”

Your voices were close to gentle whispers, accompanied by the noise of crickets and the somewhat chilly air. Renjun’s eyes blink as you tell him to enter the app, and as the familiar screen pops up— he glances at you. He feels as if your eyes were telling him to press it, and he does. You press it too.

It’s the familiar ringing.

Instead of a thousand rings at a time, it’s just two.

And instead of zeroes, there were ones.

Your eyes widened in shock, and not to mention— Renjun seemed stunned by the result.

“It was you?” The two of you said in unison.

Renjun was the person who had rung your alarm amongst the seven people, and you were among the five.

The two of you could only stare at each other, it wasn’t tense nor was it awkward— rather it was taking it in what they had just witnessed, trying to put two and two together. “Holy fuck, six letters, R in his name. Renjun,  fuck! Renjun.” The latter abruptly says, bringing a palm to his forehead as you let out a laugh. “You’re so stupid, you know that?”

“I never thought it’d be me.”

“In denial?”

Bingo, he was definitely in denial. To him, you were like a goddess and he was like a fool, there was no way you would find any interest in him anyway. You click your tongue as he starts to ponder, bringing your soft hands to cup his face.

“You don’t understand. You..”

His face melts in your touch, and suddenly everything in him falls light like a feather. Nothing comes crashing down, and no thunderstorm to ruin the day, everything was like feathers falling. “I..?” He raises his brows.

“You… I like you.” You smile.

God, that was all he wanted, let alone— needed to hear.

He gently holds your wrists to settle them on his lap, shooting heart eyes as his idiotic smile was uncontainable, he couldn’t hold it. All he needed, was for you to confess to him right then and there. Sure, he should have made the first move— but you made it first before he did, and it reassures him in some way.

“I like you more.” Finally, an ear-to-ear smile forms on his pink lips.

He was firmly holding your cold hands, not too tight but it was enough to tell you not to pull away and stay with him, at this moment.

“So does this mean were…dating?” You cut to the chase, giving him your sheepish smile as he lets out a wholehearted chuckle. “Of course, idiot.”

“Says you.”

The two of you share a laugh, and as it fades, Renjun glances at your eyes— slowly bringing his hand to cup your cheek as he raises a brow to get your approval.

His little gesture left a smile on your face, immediately pulling him into a soft kiss as the two of you melt in each other’s arms. His hands begin to gently intertwine with your yours, and it slowly became a more passionate kiss. His pecks were gentle, barely rough and the way he leaned in was enough to tell he was a good kisser.

Your connected, intertwined hands sent your beating heart into a palpitation, his thumb slowly caressing your cheek as he never fails to make you the giddiest person alive. As a hopeless romantic, you set your ideals beside— as this was much better than what you desired. Begin a hectic day, follow with your sentiments let out, and sweet canoodling to end the night.

It’s always good to solve things, maybe avoid kissing at a children’s park if you sort things out.

Well, rest assured, the two of you walked into school hand in hand.

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[smut-angel]

dark!frank is calling meeeee!! (im so sorry if this is to long i was enjoying this a lil tewwww much 😭😭)

lets say that you grew up in a small town and didn't know much about the “big apple” and its most notorious people, but you knew that you wanted a taste of the big city life.

months after getting settling in, you find yourself in a relationship with frank after him “running” into you on several occasions. anytime you would go out together, people would give you funny looks and constantly whisper around you.

“why would she be with the punisher of all people?”

“poor girl doesn't even know what she’s putting herself through.”

after having enough of the looks and failing numerous times of getting information from the gossiping neighbors, you take the liberty to search frank up - the feelings of terror and shock coursed through your veins.

hours later, frank came home to an eerily quiet home. calling your name several times and not getting a single reply put frank on alert. every small corner and large space you took up was as empty as it was before you moved in with him. the light bright of your computer finally caught his eye - “THE PUNISHER: SERIAL MURDER SET FREE”.

“fuck!”

you were safe in your hometown. as much as frank loved you, he thought you would’ve been smarter than this. run far away from the big bad wolf. going around town gathering groceries, you thought you were going crazy. “it can’t be him.. he’s in new york, not here.” your paranoia got to the best of you and you made it home as fast as you could.

chills ran down your back as you looked into your dark living room. “hi, sweetheart.”, the lamp illuminated throughout the room and his tall, built figure was displayed. “why’d ya leave me, huh? nearly broke my heart, darlin’.”

“f-frank. go back home please.”, you started to beg as you back yourself against the kitchen island.

inching closer to you making sure your back hits the edge, frank cages you in with his arms, “can’t do that darlin’. what you clearly don’t seem to comprehend is that wherever you go, that’s my home. wherever you lay your head, that’s where i’m laying mine. you’re my home darlin’, and i ain’t leaving my home.”

“frank, please.”, the whimpering practically egged him on.

“sweetheart, you can tell me that later when we’re in bed. now, get upstairs so i can fuck your mouth like you deserve.”

(this is my first long ask im v excited)

BESTIE U REALLY HAVE ME IN A GRIP WITH THIS!! ESPECIALLY THAT LAST LINE 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[infinite-wanders]

Never Have I Ever ...

Over analysed a TV trailer and its subsequent stills (Devi x Paxton heavy)

Previous theories here and here

For @seeyoumondaydevi @kcollgewoman23

3x01 - NHIE ... been slut shamed

Spoiler alert if you havent read the s3 e1 table read >>> Most of the trailer comes from episode one.

We have the Daxton entrance; the mean girls slut shaming Devi in the bathroom; the girls in Devi's room talking about (who's not) having sex; Devis boyfriend party session with Dr Ryan; Daxton make out sessions at Devi's and a failed one post date at Paxton's garage.

3x02 - NHIE ... had my own troll

The popularity that Devi had longed for isn't all it's cracked up to be, as the hate and jealousy of others start to trigger her buried insecurities and traumas.

The Gossip Girl blasts from Lady Whistleboy are coming it hot.

Will we finally find out what the anonymous text means? My bet is still it being Paxton's biggest fan, Trent Harrison.

I think the "we don't make sense" conversation happens early in the season as Daxton navigate the roller-coaster that is their first serious relationship. They reconcile and survive their first bf/gf fight ... but it starts going down down in an earlier round (will they go down swinging?)

3x03 NHIE ... had a Valentine

Hoping for some love all round in the form of Treleanor and Kamanish (is that what were calling Kamala and Mr K now? Idk you tell me).

Anyway, Paxton makes her dinner and it's too cute. The little things. Like ya know he got those roses from the garden and put it in a beer cup cause he couldn't find a vase.

However, it doesnt end well as per Devi’s expression pictured right. Nalini busts them (finally, cause how long can Devi get away with him in her room). As memory serves, she does not approve of Paxton.

Nalini starts running interference with a goal to set Devi up with whom Nalini hopes to be her future SIL - Super hot, Stanford bound, Des.

Devi is in big trouble which is why she has conditions to attend next episode's party.

3x04 - NHIE ... made someone jealous

So now it's confirmed this is when we are first introduced to Des, and 100% not an uggo.

Raise your hand if you felt personally victimised when it's revealed who she was really looking at with wide eyes.

In the same episode theme, this could also be a possibility of Aneesa's jealousy rising. Please don't do my girl dirty, she deserves the world too.

3x05 NHIE ... been ghosted

The fallout of ep 4 ... oh dear, looks like we may have a character arc backslide by P.H.Y in this one. Let's hope not. My soft boy deserves growth. Protect at all costs.

Maybe this is when we'll have more Treleanor to balance the drama. If the play is Romeo and Juliet ... so help me God. I love it but also a bit on the nose?

3x06 NHIE ... had a breakdown

"What do you have to lose? Certainly not your dignity."

Her mind.

She's is absolutely going to lose her mind and shit.

3x07 NHIE ... cheated

I thought I read that he appears in ep 8 but for now I'm going to assume it's 7. Deacon Phillippe will appear as Parker, Devi’s debate team rival from a well-funded private school, he’s able to coast through debate tournaments thanks to his school’s advantages and is always down to party.

I assume Addison makes their appearance in the same episode ❤️ played by Terry Hu, a non-binary person from the local private school, bringing more than impressive trivia skills to the group.

Please Mindy and Lang >> No physical or emotional cheating. Idc if it's academics, debate, or even board games!

Lets not do the old once a cheater always a cheater.

3x08 - NHIE ... hooked up with my boyfriend

In the words of Poorna herself:

🍆 + 🌶 = s3

Same nerds. New Drama.

Like I said, we get it. The D's V card gets swiped.

And in my favourite twist, it's revealed Paxton is also a virgin.

3x09 untitled / 3x10 untitled

So as I've written this, I've realised Daxton will experience some relationship obstacle or challenge each episode.

Pressures of sex, feelings of incompatibility, family members that don't approve of you, jealousy and insecurities of other people that you think your partner likes more, lack of communication, shutting down / shutting out, having a partner that is not in a healthy state of mind, general cheating, actual intimacy.

The last two eps will address the outcome and also whether we see Paxton graduate this year.

And from here it will go one of two ways:

1) Endgame.

2) First love, but not last love.

[itskatastrophe-x]

Through Everything | Eddie Munson x f!reader (CH3)

Spoiler Alert!!! This follows the plotline of Stranger Things Season 4 Episode 2!!!

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Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4

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After Eddie had dropped you off, you couldn’t stop smiling. The whole night had you buzzing with joy, and it carried on through the rest of the night. Your mom had taken notice of your unusually joyous mood, as well as saw a stranger drop you off outside the house, and tried to interrogate you, but you launched yourself up the stairs before ever responding, slamming your door behind you to pop in a cassette and dance around your room. You ignored the homework on your desk, and instead thought about all the little details that had happened. You wondered, would they call you ‘friend’ now? Did you have real, true friends here finally? Sure, you would outcast yourself further by hanging with the group of boys, but that didn’t matter to you, so long as you were happy and felt like you belonged.

After washing your face and changing into some comfier clothes, your mom came up to say goodnight, and you fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in years. No worry or depression plagued you that night. How could it? You had high hopes for Spring break finally, thinking that maybe you would be able to join the next campaign if you were courageous enough. Falling asleep with that thought in your mind, your dreams were full of adventures, monsters, and great friends.

The next morning, in the early hours, you heard police sirens whirring loudly past your window in the streets and you jumped up just as the last few were passing your house. You ran down the stairs to an empty house again and cursed your parents for not being home to tell you if they knew anything. You sprinted to the living room and switched on the small TV in the corner and found the news station. The static buzzed and distorted the screen, causing the image to go in and out. You walked over to the electric device and slammed your hand against it a few times, cursing in the process, until the image was finally clear again. You knew you could count on your small town to already be on the scene and reporting and sure enough, after some time, the scene switched to breaking news. 

All you could do was stand in stunned silence as you listened with a hand over your mouth. You heard the name ‘Munson’ and racked your brain for where you had heard the name before, and all too quickly it hit you. Eddie. It was Eddie’s house. But that made no sense to you, it was so late when he brought you home, how could anything have happened after that? You paced the room, the TV still blaring until you decided it was enough stress and flipped it off and headed back up to your room. You needed to de-stress before you had a heart attack, and you decided seeing an old friend might help. Maybe rent a movie or something and hope that nothing had happened to Eddie.

Rounding the corner on your board, the movie store finally came into your view. As you passed people, they were finally too involved in conversation to even glare at you. They were too lost in what had happened just an hour beforehand. You couldn’t help but to overhear rumors and gossip about “that Eddie freak” and how, somehow, the police couldn’t find him. You had feared the worst and your nerves were on high alert the whole ride to see your friend. Hopefully she would be able to help you relax. 

Picking up your board, you ran into the store, the bells clanging loudly, causing you to wince and whisper a word of apology as heads whipped to meet you. They all went back on their merry way as you quickly reached the counter, seeing that the two had the TV on to the news, your heart rate speeding up yet again in worry. “Robin. Hey, Earth to Robin.” You reached over the counter to tap her and she hummed and looked back at you, turning fully to face you after she realized it was you. 

“Oh hey. Did you hear what happened?” Her brows were furrowed and she lazily played with one of the many pins on her work vest. You sigh and slump onto the counter, Steve now turning to face you. 

“Yeah, I mean it’s all anyone is talking about. The whole way here, that’s all I could hear. Was anything else said? Did they get any more information?” Steve scoffed and shook his head.

“No, they aren’t releasing any details either. All we know is that it’s a body and it was at Eddie’s house.” He said Eddie’s name with acid dripping from it and you looked at him confused.

“What, you think Eddie did it?”

“I’m not saying that.”

“You don’t have to, it’s in your tone. Y’know, He’s not that kind of person.” You wanted desperately for Steve to believe you. You knew he wouldn’t but it was worth a shot anyway.

“God, you sound like Dustin. Do you even know Eddie, anyway?” He lifts his brows inquisitively.

“Well… I mean yes… But also no.” Steve laughs shortly, Robin’s eyes shifting back and forth between you two as you talked. “Listen, he’s annoying and weird and kinda crazy, but I was with Hellfire last night and-”

He laughs shortly again. “You? With Hellfire? I mean that was only a matter of time.”

“What the hell is that suppose- Y’know what forget it. I was watching their campaign last night. Mike invited me and Eddie was rough but watching him with the group… He’s actually a big goof. Like I know that’s hard to believe, but even from one night I can tell he’s not a murderer.” The bell rings and you turn to face the door.

“Good thing you say that,” Dustin says as he speed-walks towards the three of you. “We need all the trust and support we can get for Eddie. Give me the computer. We need to find him.” He reaches the counter and hops over, knocking about twenty different things off in the process.

After a long winded explanation from the girl now dubbed Max, you all went on a frenzy of calling all of Eddie’s friends. In between phone calls, Dustin and Max filled you in on what had happened over the years in the small town. At first you didn’t want to believe them, but the sincere looks on their faces convinced you otherwise. Part of you didn’t want to believe it, but it was more believable than the police covering it up and saying it was ‘just a fire’ at Starcourt.

Time passed with no apparent leads, until Max turned around and said the name ‘Reefer Rick’, sparking memories in you. “But wait, isn’t he in jail? I thought he got caught.” All eyes were on you now in shock and confusion. You had been quiet the whole time until that point and now you had to confess. “What? I used to get weed from him, It isn’t that big of a deal. Anyway, he’s in jail, right?”

“Yeah but sometimes Eddie crashes there.” Max pipes in. It’s a back and forth to figure out who this guy is, until Steve mentions the cops.

“No way, absolutely not. Eddie is probably suspect number one right now and you want to potentially tip off the cops?” You look at Steve incredulously and then back to Dustin.

“I agree with freak number two here.” You give him a look and he shrugs. “Hey, you and Eddie are both freaks, you have to admit that.” You roll your eyes and nod reluctantly. More chatter back and forth until something strikes a chord in Robin, and she’s on the computer in seconds. They search through the computer for people with the name ‘Rick’ and look at what they rented, until they find one with a bunch of weed related movie titles under the name, and find his address. Moments later, you’re all running to the car and on the way to the house.

The drive wasn’t too long, but your mind was racing a mile a second with all the possibilities. What if the cops already found him? What if the pressure was too much? What if, what if what if. You had to shake your head as you neared the broken down building and the car came to a stop. It was dark by the time you got there, so Dustin reached into his bag and pulled out flashlights for everyone. After trying the house to no avail, Max yelled over to you all and shined a light on the boathouse.

Searching there also seemed to go nowhere, as Eddie was still nowhere to be found. Dustin and Steve were fighting about something and the sounds of poking and rustling were echoing through the tall space. You turned around right as Eddie jumped out and slammed Steve into the wall about five feet from you, pressing a broken bottle into his neck. Dustin was yelling now trying to calm the man, Eddie’s eyes flipping to you briefly, then back to Steve. With some convincing, and minutes later, Steve was free and Eddie was explaining what he had seen in his house the night before. It sounded like it wasn’t too far off from what the teens were telling you in the store, so you believed him. His eyes never left yours while he was recounting what had happened, and somehow it looked to comfort him, until he finally pulled his eyes away to meet Dustin’s.

“Vecna’s curse,” Dustin finally said. You felt it was silly to compare something like this to a D&D campaign, but oddly enough, it wasn’t wrong from the sounds of what happened in the trailer. After a short while, the group was ready to leave, but you hesitated right before leaving the boathouse. You looked back at Eddie, who looked scared and alone, and then back to the group, who had stopped after noticing you hadn’t moved. “How about someone stays here? Keep an eye on things and give him some company,” you offer. They all think for a moment before giving their reasons why they couldn’t and you looked back at the man, standing alone, completely zoned out. “Actually, you guys go. Maybe bring back some food and stuff tomorrow? Something tells me it’ll be a while until he’s in the clear.”

“Are you sure?” Dustin raises an eyebrow and looks past you at Eddie, who was now listening in.

“Yeah, I mean, us freaks have to stick together, right?” You give Eddie a crooked smile, and you can see light in his eyes that don’t quite reach the rest of his features. At least you could tell that helped him a little bit. He nods at you and looks at Dustin. 

“I wouldn’t mind some company. It’s always cool to meet and understand new people anyway, and I hardly know (y/n) here.” That response was good enough, and soon after, the car was pulling away from the two of you, leaving you to turn and close the door behind you. 

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