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sunnysidestories · 1 year

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Introductions Pt 1

Pt 2

Summary: Reader is a vigilante on young justice who goes to the same school as Walls. Only Wally doesn't know the readers identity, but she knows his. SLOW BURN

Wally West x Fem!Reader

Transferring classes is always a chore whenever someone decides a class isn't best fit for them, no matter the reason today I decided I would never do this again, even if the teacher sucked. The bundle of nervousness was tearing me from the inside. Thoughts swirling in my head.

Who would be in my class, I have to make friends... well more like people i'll talk to when I need a pencil, then I'll avoid attention so I dont get called on.

Before the transfer on the following Monday, I met my new teacher after school. Explaining what I needed to do for his class. "Listen y/n, you need to catch up on some things we have already learned, but im sure that won't be too hard, and if you ever have any questions, you can always ask. Everything you need I've already given to you." I nod thanking him before I make a haste exit, I have more important things to do as of now. My work can come later when im there, and I'm late.

Pulling out my mask for my costume, I walk through the Zeta tube, covering my face and identity. No more y/n. "Reconised B18 h/n." Mt. justice was as normal as normal could get with meta humans, feeling more as a second home. I could smell something cooking, along followed by laughter and conversation down the hall. I pull my hoodie over my hair, playing with the strings, a bad habit I use to calm down. Slowly walking down the hall before reaching the living room to a passed out Robin. He took up the whole main sofa.

The TV was still on. He must have been watching the news. Who does that? No, I take that back. Robin does that. I grabbed the blanket that sat over the couch draping over his body right as he began to snore. It's crazy that his glasses haven't fallen off his face by now. I feel bad for him he must be overworked. In a werid way, I wish that he could somehow get hurt so he gets some time off. I could substitute for him like im doing now, but knowing batman, he would most likely still be here anyway unless it was very serious. I shut off the TV.

The debrief would be in around 30 minutes after that training, more like a warmup, and then finally a short mission, it feels almost as if purposefully im always doing the easy jobs, totally doesn't help my self esstem. I just fill in anyways, why do I care so much?

Rob can get the sleep he needs it. I begin to walk off. He probably has an alarm. I wonder what they are cooking in the kitchen? Before I can think of possible options, im on the floor with a large *SMACK* eyes, meeting blue ones filled with worry.

The large stature accompanied by a uneasy glance was only one person Conner, I ran into the mini man of steel and now I think about it, it kinda hurt when I slamed into him"You walked right into me" "Are you okay babe?" Standing slightly behind Kid Flash stood with an arm outstretched, I grabbed it, pulling myself up."Im fine, I've been so stressed, I guess, lost in thought. It's been a week. What did you say?" His freckles dance across his face as he smiles, speeding away to the kitchen. Conner just looks at me following in his direction.

We reach the kitchen, and KF sits on the counter beside Megan, eating a bag of chips. Megan was stirring something inside of a bowl, I couldn't see. Her back was towards me only for a moment. "Hey guys."

Chicken salad, I can smell it and see now. Her face changes shades when Conner walks past her towards the fridge. Its sooooo painfully obvious it physically hurts me when they are in the same room. I take off my backpack and begin to study my science work. It's not as hard as I thought more of just things and facts to remember, but no really new complicated subjects.

"Wally! Stop! I need those -" I look up to Megan's shouts, Wally was doe-eyed caught eating the cherry tomatoes as if they were candy. "-YOU KNOW I HAVE A SUPER FAST METABOLISM! I CAN DIE. " He got defensive as his face began to match the fruit. "Your name is Wally?" I change the subject to help his embarrassment. Everyone's eyes go wide they all meet mine. "I've never told you my name? You've been on the team for how long??" Wally throws his arms in the air."Almost a year." I immediately replied. Now was my turn to be embarrassed. Should I know his name?

"How have you not heard it? y'know. It's fine, it doesn't matter. Let's try this again." Wally gets off the counter setting down the container, he walks up to me leaning on the table then shifting his weight a few times, almost as if he's hesitant or thinking of his next words.

The tone of his voice goes serious. "Im Wally West, it's nice to meet you." Then his grin returns as his eyes squint along with it. "Hey, I'm h/n." I let out a small laugh, looking back down at my work. It's crazy how easily Wally gave up his name. Maybe because im rarely here for long, I've never heard his name. It seems like everyone else knows. Its kinda my own fault, but now I feel bad.

I will eventually tell them my name its not like im important and need to hide it, I trust them. I trust them? Who am I kidding? If I don't even know Kid Flashes' name when he wears it on his chest, then how do I know them. Is it even really them, or am I making friends with who they want me to see. I seriously need to stop overthinking this. it's not that serious. It's just a name.

Robin would eventually walk into the kitchen 15 minutes later after we all ate telling us it was time for the debrief, you could still hear the slight tone of drowsiness from just waking up though he tried to play it off.Our mission seemed easy at first Batman explained we were to take down a meet up spot for some very illegal technology drop offs. Most likely, stolen information.

I sat to the left of Kaldur on the bioship close to the window. We were now all in full gear, flying over central city. "We will be there in around 4" Megan called out. "Everyone go into camouflage mode, Connect us to the mind link." Kal orders.

I try not to think about myself as they can all hear my thoughts, as can I theirs, I don't think I'll ever get used to this. It feels invasive. I look down at my hands, realizing im picking at my nails and zoning out.

Hey h/n let's go. Conner speaks to me, sorry... I replied, walking over to Robin and Kid Flash. Three and three, I hate splitting up. -its alright, we do this all the time, plus you can just talk through the link so we are really all here. Rob states that everyone agrees as we begin to walk in different directions.

Stake out time, yes! Wally says as we sit down onto the ledge, the building we chose overlooked two smaller apartment buildings backside. There were two ways to enter, and Team A. sat at the only other. This is really boring. I can't hear anything. KF sighed "Its been two minutes, we're not superboy use your eyes-" "-better yet use your heat vision from your goggles, see how many there are." Robin interrups my whispers. There are 30 people, uhhhhmmmm, 3 women and woah, that guy is huge. Aqualad cuts into the conversion. The criminals have another drop-off zone. We are going to pressure them, stay here, take out these guys, and don't let anything get out.

A large black truck with boxes passes us and goes through the opposite exit, I see Superboy only for a second as he closes the lid. That's one way to hide. Then, mind link breaks. So much for sticking together.

"I'll go ahead and try to sabotage their systems. You two begin to take out the ones outside. Try not to blow your cover." His glare meets Wallys. This must happen a lot.

"How did we fail this bad. I'm so sorry." I say, looking up over my shoulder towards Wally. Now, here we were tied up on a chair, no weapons in a room, no light, just us. "This is my fault if I wouldn't of tripped over the stupid gun then you wouldn't of gotten distracted" there's a momment of silence as we both ponder the failed attempt of taking out the enemy.

I hang my head low. It sucks. There are no lights at all, my other senses are going crazy, and I'm flooded with the sounds around me. Wallys slightly panicked breathing under the cool exterior, strangling tightness of the ropes around my chest. I could even hear our heart beats. weirdly, his was slow but picked up at the sound of my voice as if I scared him. "I'm not very whelmed right now." He let's out a small sigh.

"Are you ever?" "What?"You are always on edge like someone's about to jump you in a dark alley. Is this because you're just a fill-in and not full-time?". He tries to turn to as much as he can bound. He must feel my worry. "It is. H/n I really get how that could upset you, but you have to understand." He begins to shake in the chair. "Even if you're not officially fully on the team, you are to us. Everyone gets excited to see you, including me. Why does it matter if you're not on every mission.. I'm glad I get to work with you when I can. We all feel overshadowed ourselves sometimes. Heck, I mean, we are all sidekicks."

Finally, he breaks free of the rope with a SNAP, standing up carefully, using his hands to find me and set me free. "You've made your place in the team and our friendship. You just need to take the risk and open up."... "Wally... I trust you," he grabs and shows me to the wall where we find the locked door knob "jump on my back"

Monday at school was painful. Every limb hurt, and I couldn't sleep staying up thinking about what Wally said. I was looking forward to lunch, I made some of my favorites since I needed a treat. It was more like a break, but first, I had to go to science my new transfer class.

Without looking at anyone, I walk right up to the teacher. "Where do I sit?" He immediately awnsers."Yes, right. Go sit in the back beside the red-haired boy. It's the only empty seat." I follow his gaze to the seat. My table partner didn't seem to take notice of me when I sat down as he read the textbook. Maybe this won't be too bad he seems to actually care about the subject, at least.

He turns and looks at me, his green eyes are friendly and welcoming, as he smiles his freckles scatter along his cheeks. He leans on the table, placing his face in his hand he seems nervous.

"Hi, im Wally West. It's nice to meet you."

#wally west x reader #wally west #young justice x reader #young justice #young justice imagines

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cha-melodius · 7 months

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Self-Promo Saturday

Tagged by @orchidscript to list 5 works I'm proud of, doing this before Saturday gives up the ghost. The first four of these were pretty much a given; the fifth could have been many fics, but in the end I went with the figure skating AU that I feel like hits so many good notes between heart and humor and romance.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood (firstprince, E, 20k)

After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?

Nova, Baby (firstprince, E, 66k)

CIA agent Alex Claremont-Diaz and MI6 agent Henry Fox-Mountchristen don’t exactly get along, but that doesn’t keep their respective agencies from insisting they work together as partners. Then a mission in Colombia changes everything, and their relationship begins to shift and grow into something that neither of them ever expected… and something that could have deadly consequences.

Love is a Losing Game (napollya, E, 102k)

An AU set in the world of competitve chess tournaments during the late 1960s. When secret, late-night training matches between sworn rivals turn into something more, both men are forced to confront what is truly important to them.

A Good Man Is Hard To Find (lokius, M, 81k)

Getting caught eventually was probably inevitable. Mobius showing up at the prison with a job offer courtesy of the CIA? Well, that was pretty much the last thing that Loki expected. Soon he finds himself in a situation he never could have imagined: using skills honed over a life of crime in service of a government agency, all the while trying to balance his new job with his extremely inconvenient feelings for the only person who trusts him. When, after months of successful missions, he unwillingly becomes a pawn in a plot that has deadly consequences, that trust is put to the test—but he’ll be damned if he’s going to let Mobius down.

White Knuckles (napollya, M, 45k)

An Olympic Figure Skating AU. Featuring secret training sessions, falling in love with the last person you should, and learning how to lose control.

Please feel free to make this self-promo sunday, or monday, or whenever @three-drink-amy @14carrotghoul @historicallysam @myheartalivewrites @sherryvalli @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @iboatedhere @leaves-of-laurelin @tintagel-or-cockleshells @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @mirilyawrites @cricketnationrise @nontoxic-writes

#rwrb #firstprince #napollya #tmfu #lokius #rwrb fic #lokius fic #self-promo saturday

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ellissay-morningstar · 5 months

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DWC November 2023, Day 2,Success/Sin

Ellissay looked at the bottom of the once more empty glass. She wasn't drunk, but she could feel the effects of the alcohol as it made its way through her system. She rocked the glass back and forth in her hand as if more drink would magically appear if she stared at it long enough.

Finally, she sat the glass down and waved to the bartender, who raised an eyebrow at her, a woman drinking alone on a weeknight. But she didn't owe him or anyone else an explanation. It wasn't like she would pour out her soul to some random stranger who could probably care less.

Despite his seeming trepidation, the man made his way over and poured her more of the snowplum brandy. She swirled the liquid in the glass a few times, watching it spin, which ultimately made her a bit light-headed. Finally, she swallowed the brandy and sat the glass down before turning on her barstool to take in her surroundings.

Not much in the way of a crowd tonight. After all, it was a Monday evening, and most were probably home with their loved ones. She smirked to herself. She would be home, too, if she had a home. Instead, here she was at some dive working a case cause she had to somehow put food on the table and pay the rent for wherever her next job took her.

She heard the scrape of the door opening, and her eyes flickered to the guy who had walked into the room. She didn't have to be told that this was her target. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that wouldn't quit had been the description she had been given. They weren't lying. He swaggered in like he owned the place because, from her understanding, he did.

Also, from her understanding, he was using the joint as a front for something nefarious. If her intel was on point. He had become infamous in underground circles known as the heartbreaker. Though he seemed good at keeping his head down and hands clean. SI:7 hadn't found a stitch of evidence on him or his operation in the months they had been tracking him. The only reason she had put two and two together was that she knew a guy who knew a guy. But isn't that how it always goes? And hellfire, she could always be wrong.

She slips off the barstool, moves forward as if she doesn't see the man, and bumps straight into him. He seems for a moment that he will yell at her until his eyes graze over her features, and she sees them soften. "You alright?" he says instead of whatever harsh words had almost come out of his mouth.

Pretending to have slipped, she had grabbed his wrist, her nails biting into the skin, though he seemed not to notice. Ellissay pulled back, and for a moment, his eyes caught hers, and damn it, but she felt herself stare back. Immediately, she broke the stare, genuine heat coming to her cheeks. "My apologies. I should watch where I am going or perhaps have a little less to drink on an empty stomach." She lets herself chuckle slightly.

She straightens herself up, and her hands slip from his wrist, and his lips curl into a grin as if she were a canary and he was a cat. She might have enjoyed the attention any other time, but not tonight. Tonight, she had business to take care of. She composed herself and once more apologized, trying her best to play coy, which, truth be told, wasn't her strong suit. Thankfully, he seemed to be in a hurry and didn't seem to notice.

She realizes he is speaking to her. "You sure you are okay, miss? Can I call a taxi service for you?" Ellissay shakes her head and tells the man it won't be necessary, and he nods and bids her good evening. He is gone, disappearing down the stairs. Which is just as well. The poison from her nails would take hold in about five to ten minutes. The plan was to ensure he was in his office when it took effect and passed out.

She turns toward the bartender and feigns a bit of embarrassment. "Your restroom, please." He points downstairs and to the left. And just like that, she has a reason for going downstairs.

She makes her way down into the dimly lit hallway, but instead of turning left, she makes her way right, following a sliver of light shining from beneath a closed door. She takes a deep breath, calculates how much time has passed doing the mental math, and takes several deep breaths before she pushes the door open, hoping it is the right room.

And there he is, passed out in the big chair behind a rather large desk covered in papers. Ellissay rushes over to the desk and scans the documents. She wouldn't have much time. Either he would wake, or the bartender would get suspicious if she didn't return. She pulls a small camera from a bag at her side and starts taking picture after picture. She would have to review the documents later to see if any were useful.

He stirred, and she knew she was running out of time. For a moment, she feels guilty about drugging a man who may or may not be innocent of any wrongdoing. But she had at least succeeded in tonight's plan. Perhaps tonight would prove him innocent, or maybe it would condemn him of the sins he had committed. Either way, her job was done.

@daily-writing-challenge

#novemberdwc2023 #novemberday22023 #ellissay-morningstar #success #sin #writing

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iamawolfstarsimp · 11 months

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Sup bitches

i have 0 ideas and 0 motivation so hopefully writing this will help

In other news I have my first softball game on monday so yay I'll lyk how it goes, our team is pretty good so I'm confident we'll do well but you never know 🤷‍♀️

I can't remember if I've written something like this before but if I have here it is again (and yes I'll write something including the girls soon I promise)

So yeah enjoy

James had easily snuck into the slytherin common room even though he didn't necessarily need to sneak in because Regulus has given him the password, but he enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around unseen.

He crept up into the familiar dorm room that belonged to Regulus and his mates but stopped when he heard raised voices.

"..eah I tried banging shit around! No it didn't work!" He heard Barty yelling at presumably Evan.

James grinned, immediately recognizing what situation they were yelling about. He slipped the invisibility cloak off and jogged up the stairs, knocking twice before entering.

"What do you want- oh, hey James." Evan waved from the bathroom, a toothbrush stuck in his mouth.

"Hey Evan, Barty." James nodded. They hadn't meant for Barty and Evan to know about his and Regulus' relationship but had inevitably gotten caught and confessed.

Even though they hadn't planned for the two to know, it benefitted them alot with the two trouble makers knowing. One they were excellent at keeping secrets (especially from Sirius), two they could tell James the password if he needed it or be a distraction so he could slip in through the door.

Three it made James job of getting in and not waking the other two a whole lot easier because if someone was coming in at 12 am they knew it was James going over to Regulus' bed, probably to fuck.

"Is he still not awake?" James motioned to the lump that was Regulus, laying in his bed.

"Yes." Both Evan and Barty said, James snickered.

"Have you tried-"

"Before you ask anything, yes. We've tried everything." Barty sighed. "We've tried banging, we've tried threats, we've tried litterly dragging his arse out of bed but he just crawled back in." Evan nodded in the background.

"He knows he's gonna be late, right?" James smirked when the other two nodded again.

"If he doesn't I'm gonna kill him." Barty snarled.

"How could he not? We've practically screamed it at him for the past half an hour." Evan grumbled.

James thought for a moment. A story about Regulus that Sirius had told him a while ago popped into his head.

"Don't worry about him, I got it." James answered them after a minute or two of silence. The other two exchanged incredulous looks before shrugging.

"Alright mate, it's your funeral." Barty patted him on the shoulder. "Good luck." They chuckled before walking out, not wanting to be late to class themselves. It was already too late for breakfast which Regulus wasn't going to be pleased about. James swore Regulus was deadly before he'd had his coffee.

"Rise and shine, love." James said in a sing-song voice. "You're gonna be late for class if you don't get up now." The only reply he got was some grumbles from Regulus but no movement whatsoever.

James crawled into his bed, cuddling on top of him which was kind of defeating the purpose of getting him out of bed but James couldn't not take the offer to snuggle with him. Cuddly Regulus was a rare sight to see.

"If I ask nicely will you get up?" James practically pleaded. Regulus shook his head no, his messy hair fluffing up even more as he did. "Alright, you asked for this."

James moved his hands to squeeze Regulus' sides, a sharp squeal forcing its way out of his sleepy boyfriend. Reggie's hands immediately flew down to grab James' wrists and pull them away from his torso. Regulus squirmed away from James but didnt get far since James was laying on top of him.

"Do I hear some giggles?" James teased once he heard Regulus give in and let out some muffled giggles. He switched his tactic, not swirling fingers into his sides and belly which seemed to be getting more laughter and squirms out of him.

"Jahahames, st-stohop!" Regulus squeaked. James gasped in mock surprise.

"He's alive! Honestly, I thought I was just tickling a dead body for a second there."

"Just sto- James tHE RIBS ARE OFF LIMITS!" Regulus laughed into his pillow, his feet now kicking behind James as well. He pinched up and down Regulus' ribs, a sweet spot on James as well.

"Will you get up and out of bed if I stop?" James murmured into Regulus' ear as teasingly as he could.

"Yehehes!" He instantly stopped, rolling off of Regulus and standing up.

"I'm glad you said yes," James said as he watched grumpy Regulus look for his uniform, each piece of it scattered around the room, "because you've got ten minutes to get ready and be in transfiguration." He grinned at Regulus' shocked look before walking out with a wave.

"See you there!" He laughed.

Hope you liked

#regulus black #james potter #marauders era #tickle fic #tickle fluff #sfw tickling community #marauders #jegulus #we stan grumpy regulus #my writing

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girderednerve · 5 months

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okay! okay! i am such a functional adult human! wow!

today i accepted the job offer i got, withdrew my candidacy from the job that had a fucky interview (wrong zoom code, wrong time, yesterday evening the head of the committee pocket dialed me?). tomorrow i have to get my snow tires put on, which is good because it will be snowing. my partner is going to take wednesday off & we are going to run errands (fancy groceries). we will probably do some baking even though my stand mixer appears to have abruptly given up the ghost. on monday i start new job at 8:30 so i will have to get up at 7 (horrors). i am nervous but very excited. if i hate it i will just keep applying other places! it will be fine probably! it's very likely that the health insurance plan will not have a carve-out for gender-affirming HRT, which is good because i have an appointment to try to get on that in three weeks! i am being normal about that too!

i have now woven two towel-ish objects, which was very fun, and am now contemplating other possible projects. maybe something with a pick-up stick? maybe some string heddles?? apparently you can also do inkle bands on a rigid heddle if you are stubborn enough & i am tempted by this, in part because of my deeply unreasonable desire to weave shoelaces. shoelaces are so cheap & it feels interesting to me to make them in this very time-consuming way, contemplate Socially Necessary Labor Time, &c. if you have thoughts on weaving please share!

in more cringe news, i caught up on my h/ero a/cademia last night, then for some reason decided to make a 17-second video of manga caps set to "run away with me"? i am not sure why i did this other than having been possessed by the spirit of a fourteen-year-old. it was also a nice test case for how much faster video & photo editing is now that we have a graphics card (much faster!). also i have finished all of the major editing on the last part of my very long naruto podfic, so all that remains is to do the last-pass kind of stuff (normalize sound levels, de-ess, compress slightly); this time i would also like to take both preceding parts & make one m4b file with chapter marks, & i am struggling to work out how to do this on linux. it's fun to have a low-stakes computer problem :)

#irredeemable whining #i am cringe but i am free

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snippychicke · 2 years

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For the Sake of a Smile-- Chapter 11

Title: For the Sake of a Smile-- Chapter Eleven and Eleven Short

Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen. And the fact your coworker was a child. Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but smiled despite everything.

And you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a demon and signing your life away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

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Also, just notification but this is going to become, uh, a mature rated story. I would say this chapter is safe for 16+; but as a blanket statement, my blog and its content are intended for adult audiences only.

By mid monday morning there was a creeping feeling along the back of your neck that you were being watched. It was a feeling you were somewhat getting used to - usually a student too nervous or afraid to ask for help. But usually it wasn't so early in the morning.

Instead when you looked around, you saw Balam crouched behind a bookcase in an attempt to hide; causing you to vividly recall your first meeting.

While also causing you to be very confused as to why he was doing such a thing.

You gestured with your hands, expressing your befuddlement without drawing attention from the students lingering about. His face turned red once he realized he was caught, and quickly stood to his full height, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

"I would tease what secret do you know now," You said as he approached, leaning on the counter separating you from him, "but I'm pretty sure you know all of them, so…?"

Your heart thumped in your chest; while you had texted him over the weekend, neither of you had broached the topic of your kiss. Granted - it was just a peck to the cheek, but it felt significant to you. Just like calling him by his given name. After all, only Kalego and Opera were the ones to call him Shichiro.

"Er, well," He stumbled over his words, making you even more curious. Finally he held up a thick-tooth comb, and the pieces clicked into place as you grinned.

You had told him you would be willing to help him, after all.

"Of course!"

He followed into your office and sat on the floor next to your small couch; which worked fine in theory, but the only comfortable position you could find to brush his hair was by more-or-less having your legs thrown over his shoulders, with his head between your knees. His shoulders were too damn broad for you to straddle.

Oh devi, you were so glad he couldn't see your face.

(Unbeknownst to you, Balam was having similar thoughts, and also clenching his hands into fists to resist just pulling your legs closer still. He had not anticipated this when he gave in to his urge to seek you out. The molt had made him restless, breaking down his impulse control to the point that as soon as he had a free period, he had all but ran to you. Not only for you to brush his hair, but just to see you. To be near you again.)

"So how's your monday going?" You asked to break the silence as you began to comb, starting at the end to carefully tease out any knots.

Instantly Balam relaxed, his head falling back against the cushion - his eyes closed. You bit back a giggle as you gently tipped his head back forward so you could reach the hairs that rested against the nape of his neck. It amazed you how long his hair had grown just over the weekend, becoming even fluffier and thicker. You absolutely loved it, to be honest - but it would probably be inappropriate to bury your face in it like you were tempted to.

"Better now," He answered simply, sounding like a mumble - confirming how relaxing the ritual was for him. "I just needed to see you."

You paused for a moment, heart warming and fluttering at his confession. "Well, then I'm happy you stopped by," You answered as you resumed your work. "You're welcome here anytime, so there's no need to be so dramatic next time."

"I didn't mean to, I just… got distracted," He admitted after a moment.

You laughed at that, "By what? My stunning beauty?" You meant it as a joke, but he shifted in his place slightly - almost like a guilty child caught red-handed

"Maybe?" He offered quietly, making you freeze. "After the other night…" He took a deep breath in preparation before he admitted in a hushed whisper "You've been all I can think about."

Oh. Oh. Your heart migrated to your throat as it thrummed painfully strong. Your mouth turned dry as you resumed combing his hair mindlessly, your thoughts a confusing jumbled mess.

How do you even react to that? You were in no way prepared for that kind of confession, despite your daydreams and fantasies.

"I apologize if I've made things uncomfortable," He started, carefully trying to move out of the awkward position. Except you automatically tried to stop him, pushing your heels against his chest. You knew if he wanted he could easily break out of your hold, considering his biceps were about as thick as your thighs. But he froze, allowing you to hold him in place.

"No. Wait." Devi, you couldn't let him leave. Couldn't let him think that you didn't want him. Even if you couldn't face him right now, you had to say something. Anything.

Yet, words were failing you. What did one say after something like that? Thank you? That you couldn't stop thinking about him either? That while you were texting him about the antics of the hellcats that patrolled the mansion and how they reminded you of the alleycats of earth--including hollering in the middle of the night for no known reason-- you kept replaying the events of Friday night in your mind? How happy you had been - not just because of the camaraderie of the teachers - but because he had been by your side, quietly explaining things and making sure you had a good time?

Then afterwards. How he had leaned into your touch, looking so adorable you couldn't resist that small little kiss.

"The other night… was that okay?" You finally whispered, and felt his hands wrap around your ankles, holding tightly as you continued. "Do you mind if I-I call you Shichiro?" Do you mind if I kiss you goodnight, even just a peck on the cheek? Would it be okay if I did it more often?

"I would love it if you called me by my first name," He admitted just as quietly. "But, did you mean it as… well, that is, I-I'm rather, uh, fond…I just…"

He trailed off, curling his fingers even tighter around your ankles. You didn't need to see his face to know he was probably blushing. Hell - you were blushing at his words, the implied meaning to the statement he couldn't even finish.

Did he mean what you thought he did? Was… was he trying to admit how he felt? The silence felt oppressive, so many thoughts and hopes carried in it that you had to break it. Had to break it and just put your heart out there, for better or for worse.

"I'm fond of you," You admitted bluntly, heart hammering in your chest - especially as he tensed suddenly. "I'm… I'm really fond of you, S-Shichiro."

Balam suddenly pulled away, turning towards you though remaining on his knees. As you had suspected, his face was darkened with a blush that had spread as far as the tips of his ears, but his expression was so full of eager hope.

"You are? Really?"

You bit your lip and nodded your head, your own face turning red. Balam brushed your leg, as if he was tempted to touch you but was restraining. Instead his hand clenched into a fist that he pressed against his thigh. "Would…" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he gathered his courage before he spoke your name. "Would you allow me to court you?"

"Yeah," You breathed, hardly believing you had heard him right. That this was actually happening. This was not how you were imagining today going. "Yes, I would very much like that."

You could see a smile start to form by the crickles around his eyes, before they suddenly froze. Instead, he grew somber, sighing heavily. Before you could ask what was wrong, he unlatched his mask and pulled it away.

"You would really allow me to court you?"

Your mood dipped as you realized the challenge. The resignation in his eyes as he met your gaze. He didn't think you would be interested in him because of his scar.

Carefully, you reached up to touch his face; caressing the rough flesh and exposed teeth, taking your time to study how the smooth skin shifted into a twisted, dark counterpart; how large and thick his fangs were - more pronounced than any other demon you had met.

"Ba--Shichiro," You corrected firmly, still cupping his face as you met his gaze once more. "I want nothing more. All I ask that you keep in mind is that I don't know much about courting, or other demon customs for that matter."

His hand brushed your leg once more before clutching into a fist as he tried to restrain himself. You could see his tongue briefly run along his ruined lips while he was clearly lost in thought.

Was he rethinking things now he realized you were oblivious to demon customs, or was he thinking of ways to teach you?

Your own thoughts were still occupied with being able to study his face so closely. What would it be like to kiss with his exposed fangs, how would the dark twisted scar tissue feel like against your lips? Would he be even more self-conscious if you gave his scar special attention, or would he appreciate your attempts at reassurement?

Would he nip at your lips? It probably wouldn't take much for him to tease them until they bared proof of his attentions. Or - devi - if he bit and nipped at your neck, running those large blunted fangs across your skin…

"I could make a book?" He offered, breaking your thoughts and forcing your attention to crash back to the Netherworld.

"I'd like that!" You squeaked, ashamed of the ideas that had been crossing your mind. This was not the time to be thinking such things!

Which was lower: hell, or the gutter your mind seemed to enjoy playing in?

A small smile spread across his ruined lips, causing him to look like a shy boy despite everything. "You're really okay with courting?"

Devi, this demon was going to be the death of you. The thread of self restraint snapped, and you leaned forward to cup his face tenderly once more before pressing a kiss to his lips. Soft, sweet, and lingerging as you relished at the sensation.

And the look on his face as you pulled back while licking your lips to taste the trace of him on them. He both looked at you as if you were the most extraordinary thing he had seen, and like he wanted to absolutely devour you.

Which, you would happily allow him to if he happened to follow through on that desire.

"Does that answer your question?" You whispered, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly and nodded his head, his attention focused on your lips.

"Could… could I…" He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Could we do that again?"

"Of course," You grinned. Though the words were barely out before he leaned forward, one hand braced against the couch while his other hand cupped your cheek.

It was slow, tentative as you allowed him to lead. Yet as simple and innocent as it was, his hand clutched at the cushion beneath you, and you could hear the fabric giving underneath his fingers.

A soft groan escaped his lips as you broke away for air, his head settling against your shoulder. You mindlessly played with his hair as you caught your breath. There was no restraining from nuzzling the soft pale silver hair or dotting his temple with soft butterfly kisses as you continued to comb your fingers through the silky locks, not while you felt like you were on cloud nine.

All in all, not too bad for a confession and first kiss. Especially on a Monday.

His nose - then lips - brushed tenderly against the skin of your neck, causing your breath to catch as fire flooded your veins. His kisses were slow and unsure as they trailed up your throat before his tongue and teeth grazed your skin unexpectedly.

A needy whine escaped your throat as you arched into him, your fingers curling in his hair and tugging firmly as all thoughts left your mind other than more. You needed more of that. More of his touches, more of him.

The cushion he had been gripping ripped.

Balam--Shichiro-- froze the same time you did. His breath was hot and heavy against your skin, your own coming in gasps. You slowly forced your hand to let go of his hair before he pulled back, his gaze meeting yours.

It was easy to see the lust in his eyes, but wariness as well. You didn't have to be a mind reader to know he was worried he had overstepped. However, going from zero to ten in a heartbeat was hardly something you were going to frown upon.

Hell, you wanted more.

You threw caution to the wind as you kissed him again, cupping his cheek and caressing his scar tenderly as you tried to pour all your reassurance into the gesture.

"I don't want to hurt you," He whispered as he broke away, resting his forehead against yours. "I'm not… experienced in these sort of situations, and you're so fragile that I…"

"I trust you," You reassured softly, interrupting his ramble before it could begin. "I trust you more than anyone else. But if you want to take it slow, I can wait." Devi knew you had waited this long - abiet because of your insecurities - but the fact still stood that you could take this at a snail's pace if it was what he was comfortable with.

That's not to say you wouldn't be - ehem - frustrated by the end of it that you might trigger an evil phase of your own; but for him, you would endure.

"The issue isn't that I want to take it slow," He admitted, looking down at the ruined cushion beside you. "But…I'm not certain about my self-control at this point. If I accidently injured you because I couldn't control myself..."

As thrilled by the implication as you were, the tattered remains of the cushion was a stark reminder of the power he possessed. Leaving accidental bruises on you was one thing, but the truth was he could seriously harm you without the least bit of intent.

"We'll figure it out," You stated firmly after a moment, drawing his attention back to you. "I mean, we humans have a saying 'love conquers all' and, well, I have to say so far it's worked."

There was a surprised look on his face, making you wonder if you said something odd before he closed the distance between you again, gloved hands barely touching you as he cupped your jaw.

"I hope you're right."

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Your head was in the clouds as you eventually returned to work nearly half an hour later. You kissed Shichiro. He kissed you. Several times. And probably would have continued if his phone hadn't rang, Kalego grumpily reminding him of a meeting he was late for.

You were actually courting! No more late-night hours wondering how he felt, or how to gather the courage to admit your own feelings.

Now… now you would have to worry about what came afterwards. But you wanted to avoid those anxieties as long as you could and just bask in the positive emotions for the moment.

"Well, someone looks happy," Furcus stated dryly as she entered the library, approaching your counter. There was a conspiratorial smirk on her face as she arched her brow. "Considering Balam was in a similar state when I passed him in the hall, I suppose there's been a change in your relationship?"

"Maybe?" You offered, biting back your smile. You couldn't even bother to be shy or embarrassed, you were just so happy!

Furcus' expression shifted to a soft smile. "I'm glad, you two deserve it. May I ask what he gave you as an offering?"

Wait. "What?"

"I presumed, considering your earlier reluctance, he asked you to court," She explained, her smile fading to a frown. "And traditionally, he should give you an offering - a token of his dedication - when doing so."

"Uh…no?" You rubbed your neck awkwardly. "It just sorta… happened?"

Furcus sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "No one respects traditions anymore."

You paused for a moment, a thought forming in your mind. Furcus did have a daughter, if you remembered right. So presumably, she was familiar with courting and everything that went along with it. And she wouldn't have ulterior motives like certain other demons.

"What is the tradition?" You asked, hoping she wouldn't wonder why you were asking in the first place.Thankfully her love of teaching and sharing knowledge glossed over any concern about your lack of understanding something so basic. There was a gleam in her eyes as she stood a little taller.

"Historically, the demon who wants to court will present their intended with an offering," She explained. "In the old days, this would be something valuable, such as gems or food, though nowadays many get by with just some store-bought trinket like a horn or tail ring. After announcing their intentions, they will allow their intended a grace-period to make a decision. Traditionally, it was a lunar cycle before they would approach the other once more. If their intended accepted, they would give the demon an offering of their own. If not, they would typically leave without acknowledging the other.”

And in a matter of seconds, Furcus had explained more about courting than you had managed to learn anywhere else.

He hadn't given you anything, but it had been a rather… spontaneous thing. However, you liked the idea of offering him something, to show your attempt at doing things 'properly.' A surprise gift, maybe?

"He doesn't have horns…" You mumbled mostly to yourself, wondering if he simply concealed his tail as many did. Which led to thoughts like if he possessed the classic 'demon tail' as you mentally called them, or a more unique one such as Opera's cat-like tail? Would it have feathers - scales?

Granted, you had appreciated the view from behind him often enough and hadn't noticed anything, but magic worked in mysterious ways--there was no other explanation on how his wings worked, after all.

"No, I doubt Balam would be interested in such trinkets," Furcus agreed, interrupting your thoughts. "Considering his interest in biology and imaginary creatures, I would choose something along that route if I were you." Furcus looked every bit of the proud teacher, with an approving small smile on her face. "I also applaud your attempt at keeping tradition."

"Ma'am, I am forever in your debt," You stated, completely serious. "You have no idea how much I would have struggled without you."

She blinked, obviously surprised before smiling once more. "You have a thirst for knowledge that I find commendable. Speaking of which, I do have a request regarding the expansion of the Library's selection, which is why I visited. Lord Sullivan never approves my own petitions, but perhaps between the two of us…"

Hours later found you no longer floating on cloud nine, but clutching to a plushie as you hid in a blanket fort that you and Iruma had built in your room.

Ever since Iruma's confession about missing the good part of the old days, you had made sure to set time aside at least a few nights a week for just you and him to spend time together. Which sometimes meant building a blanket fort in either his room or yours, and hiding away with plenty of tea, cookies, and occasionally one of the video game consoles to play.

Tonight though, it was just a flashlight keeping the fort lit and a small army of plushies as you relayed the events of the day. You hadn't admitted the details, just that Balam - Shichiro - had asked you to court, and Furcus had told you about the offering.

"I have no idea what to get him!" You admitted with a whine as you buried your face in the pink monster plush, feeling less like a mother at the moment and more like a big sister. But, you didn't exactly have anyone else to talk to, and Iruma seemed unbothered by the topic of conversation.

In fact, he had a thoughtful expression on his face as he mulled over your words, squishing his own green frog-like plush. "I think he'll love whatever you get him, really."

"Maybe," You agreed reluctantly. "But… I really want to, you know, impress him."

To your surprise, Iruma giggled. "Mom, I think you're stressing over nothing."

"They're customs are different!" You argued. "What if I fail some sort of standard? What if I do something that’ll make him hate me? Give him something that's rude, or inappropriate, or--"

"Mom, it's Balam," He calmed you, nudging you with his foot. "He knows we're human. And really, it may be a bit different, but I hardly think it's that different. We've made it this far without any issues!"

You huffed, part of you admitting he had a valid point, but at the same time some intrinsic part of you was defiant and insisting that you were going to screw everything up.

"... have you ever dated before?" Iruma offered after a moment, striking at one of the core issues. You hadn't. You had never really been in a position where you felt comfortable to open yourself to another person like this.

Your silence was proof enough for Iruma. The boy sighed, "And all I know are from books and manga…"

You smiled despite yourself. How have you been blessed with such a sweet boy? "Well, we've both had rather hellish lives until…"

"We were adopted by a demon lord and started living in the Netherworld?" Iruma finished with an amused tone.

"Exactly."

Iruma perked up, "Hey! Why don't you give him something from Earth?"

"How? We have no way of getting back." Not that either of you really tried. By the time you arrived Iruma had happily settled, and there was no way in hell or earth you were returning without him.

And now, you had absolutely no desire to. This was your home. You had a family in Iruma, Sullivan, and Opera. Friends - sorta - in the other staff, especially as you and Furcus talked; your earlier discussion had switched from courting to other topics when she realized your thirst for knowledge was almost as strong as hers.

And Shichiro, of course.

"Did you bring anything with you?" Iruma asked, awakening an old memory. You did have your purse with you when Sullivan brought you here. So many months had passed since then, you honestly had no idea what might be in there.

You scrambled out of the blanket fort and made a bee-line for your closet. You dug to the back of the walk-in where your earth items were stored in a simple box, where the old shirt and pants lay on top. Opera initially wanted to burn them because of the blood and ink from your Summoning ritual - along with the other various stains - but you had protested enough where they had relented.

It… had been one of your best outfits before. Now, you could understand why Opera wanted to trash it as you looked at them. The outfits you wore when you helped with chores looked ten-times nicer. You wouldn't even want to wear the outfit to muck the nightmare's stable.

It was a stark reminder how much your life had improved.

Iruma reached you when you found your purse and was digging through it. Cheap sunglasses, feminine supplies, (which you no longer needed, thanks to the miracle of magic potions to quell your cycle) a few stray bills and coins-- the remains of your savings, now absolutely useless.

An old tattered book you had bought at a second hand store, well loved and showing the wear and tear of being shoved into your bag. A couple of rocks you had seen and thought they were neat, a thick keyring full of keys you needed for work, some very dried out bubblegum, and half-used lip balm.

Nothing that struck you as something worthy of a gift, just harsh reminders of when all of these items meant so much to you that you had to carry them everywhere with you. Now they seemed so utterly useless.

You sighed in defeat, slumping against the wall and allowing Iruma to sort through the items. What you wouldn't give for something like a biology book. Or a plant of any kind, even a dandelion or tuft of grass.

Would - could - Sullivan allow you to return just to grab something from your old home? Surely there would be something there Shichiro would love….

"I think the books and rocks would be good," Iruma said, setting the items apart. "He would like those."

An argument sat on your tongue, looking at the book-- Must Love Dogs -- a cute romance story, but nothing really thrilling. And three rocks - barely bigger than pebbles - but caught the light and sparkled faintly, which is why they had caught your attention.

But, you really didn't have any better ideas.

"...if I can't find anything else," You agreed with a sigh.

--- Eleven Short ---

Your fingers carded through his hair, soft little whines filling the air as he kissed and tasted the skin of your neck. His hand trailed along the curves of your waist and hips, unable to get over how soft and supple your skin was. You were so small compared to him, yet there was so much give as he squeezed your thigh gently, your breasts fitting in his palm perfectly.

You chanted his name as his mouth wandered from your neck to your bare shoulder, fangs grazing your skin. Just enough to cause you to gasp and arch towards him, wanting to have that mark. A small token of proof once morning came.

(He had to give you something. Something as a promise to you and a statement to the rest of the Netherworld. His affections laid with you and you alone, that he was the one given the honor of courting you. Until you cast him aside, he belonged to you and you belonged with him.

Because how in Ifrit's name could a woman such as yourself be in love with him? )

He pushed those thoughts aside as he breathed you in, relishing in the fact you no longer wore the masking cologne. He could smell you so plainly, so clearly, and it was the most appetizing scent in the Netherworld. So sweet, so appetizing in every sense of the word.

You pulled his hair once more as he licked the stiffened peak of your nipple, your gasp coming out as a strangled cry. "Please, Shichiro," You whined, parting your legs to allow his hips closer to yours. "Please, I need you. I want you."

Devi, how was he supposed to resist that? His bare hand slipped between your legs, easily finding you damp and ready. He barely touched you and you were canting your hips, begging for him to enter, to fill you, to fu--

The shrill cry of Balam’s alarm pierced his dreams and woke him with gasp. Pre-dawn light casted his room in a pale gloom as he caught his breath, trying to come to terms with the fact his dream had been just that - a dream.

That… that was much more intense then all the others that had plagued him over the last few months. Those had been just hazy dreams of your hands ghosting over him, soft butterfly kisses, your laughter echoing in his ear as you teased...

And he was supposed to face you after this? He had promised to deliver those books to you, had plans to give you a proper token of affection since he blurted out his desire to court instead of doing things properly.

You had accepted instantly, without any hesitation. But he had to give you an offering, if he could ever find one that was worthy.

But now he feared if he saw you again, all he'd want to do was pull you somewhere more secluded so he could hear you gasp and whine again as he drank in your scent.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #balam shichiro #balam sensei #balam/reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #suzuki iruma #lord sullivan #opera #naberius kalego

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Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 12

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Apparently when you black out at school, the entire student body freaks out. Going back on a Friday was probably the worst choice I could have made but I figured it was better to rip the band aid off. Eddie was practically escorting me to class, making sure I felt okay and no one was trying to approach me with whatever rumor had been going around. One of my favorite rumors was that Eddie had put a spell on me and whisked me away in his van to do some sort of satanic ritual.

"Dani! I'm so glad to see you're feeling better. I was really worried." Dustin greeted me at lunch sitting down across from me. I was surprised that his friends had joined him and gradually the rest of the Hellfire club with them.

"Yeah thanks for helping me out. Eddie told me how you were the one who found me so I guess thanks for saving me too." I smiled at him. He had a sweet grin on his face that showed just how young he was. Eddie appeared a few moments later sitting down next to me and casually sliding a bag of pretzels in front of me.

"I've got a test on Monday so I'm going to need my study buddy this weekend if you're free." He asked opening a bottle of water. I gave him a nod and continued to share my pretzels with him.

This all felt normal, it felt like I was actually apart of something and Eddie treated me like I'd been apart of it for longer than either of us even knew eachother. I learned that band practice was held at Gareth's house, which I was invited to and assured his brother was back at school so I wouldn't have to worry about a conflict. Hellfire meetings were usually Friday's unless postponed which apparently was frowned upon. Jeff has a part time job at Radio Shack which I thought was cool. It was Carl's job that actually surprised me. He apparently works with his parents at their bakery in town. The entire table was pretty hyped about the baked goods he provided at both meetings. I was promised a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies as a get well gift next week.

I learned Dustin's friends Mike and Lucas were also in Hellfire but Lucas has been caught up with joining the basketball team so he hasn't been joining them for lunch as of late. I actually knew Mike's sister, Nancy. She works for the school paper. I remember sending her a sympathy card when her friend died last year. We weren't friends but I'd be devastated to lose my best friend so young.

After school, I walked to my car to head home when I saw Eddie running from the side door, waving his hands in the air to stop me. I tossed my bag in the car and shut the door.

"Hey, I thought I might have missed you." Eddie tried to catch his breath.

"I already told you, D&D just isn't my thing." I reminded him and he narrowed his eyes.

"I know, I'm not inviting you to the party. You aren't that cool." Eddie teased before setting his lunchbox on my roof and pulling something out of it.

"I made this for you in shop. It's nothing fancy but it actually got me an A-." Eddie pulled out this copper colored rose and held it out in the palm of his hand.

"Wh-" Before I could even ask, he cleared his throat.

"I um...I was going to get you flowers for the hospital but I wasn't sure that was a good idea because you already have breathing problems. The nurse said real flowers could make breathing worse so this was the best I could come up with." Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and bounced on the balls of his feet nervously.

"Eddie, this is beautiful and very...you." I smiled at him. No one had ever given me flowers before and this just seemed so much more than that.

"I hope that's a good thing?" He wasn't sure what I meant and I pulled my eyes away from the metal rose in my hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"It's very metal and very sweet. Thank you. I love it." Eddie grinned reopening my car door for me.

"Get home safe okay? I'll see you tomorrow." I got in my car and Eddie shut the door behind me. I gave him a nod and watched him tuck his hands into his jeans, looking over his shoulder at me with a smile before heading back inside. I couldn't stop smiling the whole way home and I tried to find the perfect place to display the metal rose.

I picked up my sketchbook and rested the rose on my nightstand next to my bed. I liked the way the light made it shine. I flipped open the sketchbook and started towards the back where I kept drawings I had made of different things of Eddie that I liked.

His grin, his ringed fingers, the tattoo on the side of his arm. Eddie never asked me to make him a character page like the rest of the Hellfire club but I had made one anyway. I just wasn't sure what to do with it or any of the other drawings I had made of him. I was starting to feel like maybe it was creepy so I kept them in the back of my sketchbook.

"Hey kid, how you feeling?" Dad popped his head in my room, preparing for another late night shift. I felt terrible for how exhausted he looked. He needed a vacation.

"I'm feeling good. I plan to get comfortable and take it easy with my book tonight so no need to stress." I reassured him as he checked my tanks levels.

"I can call in if you want some company? Or maybe you can call Christine over? I just hate the idea of you being here alone while you're recovering." I knew he had been traumatized by the school calling him. The first time that happened, I ended up being hospitalized for over a year.

"Dad, I promise you I'll be just fine. I'm not planning on doing anything crazy. You don't have to worry." My dad kissed the top of my head and gave me another look before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Wow, that's pretty cool. Where did you get that?" Dad noticed the rose on my nightstand and I smiled.

"Eddie made it for me. Sort of a get well gift that won't send me into a coughing fit." I reached over and grabbed it so he could have a closer look.

"This Eddie guy, the one that rushed you to the hospital...he's pretty sweet on you huh?" Dad nudged me.

"Dad!" I took the rose back and put it on my nightstand not even bothering to answer him.

"A dad knows these things sweet pea. Don't go breaking too many hearts before you graduate. This guys seems like a good one so go easy on him." I rolled my eyes at my dad before he said his goodbyes and I listened to his truck to pull out of the driveway before settling back into my book. I couldn't help but blush thinking about the idea of Eddie actually being sweet on me. The friendship we had developed was growing every day but it definitely felt unique.

We hadn't talked about it yet but we had made plans to once I felt better. I was nervous to have that conversation. I didn't want to read too much into whatever it was we had but thinking about Eddie always brought a smile to my face.

I was startled by the home phone ringing and looked at the clock. Sometimes Dad would call me to let me know he was at work but he had just left so I knew it wouldn't be him.

"Murillo residence." I spoke into the receiver and heard a chuckle on the other end.

"Hey." I could hear the smile through the phone.

"Hey! How did you get my number?" I asked surprised. Now I knew Eddie was smiling because he laughed.

"I have my ways...one of them being that I own a phonebook." Eddie explained.

"Sorry I mean- I guess I just wasn't expecting you to call. It's Friday night after all." I tried to think of all the things Eddie might do on a Friday night but calling me wasn't one of those things.

"I can forget your number if you're busy?" Eddie started to back pedal.

"No no, it's fine. I don't mind you calling, Eddie. It's a good surprise." I smiled hoping he knew I wasn't upset that he called.

"Okay good. How is your evening going?" Eddie asked making me laugh.

"Oh you know me, typical Friday night. Drugs, sex and rock n' roll. About to crush a six pack before chain smoking a pack." I teased.

"Wow...badass." Eddie joked back.

"How about you? Bubble baths and warm milk?" I poked fun hearing Eddie take a pull off of something.

"Actually that sounds nice...minus the warm milk. That's disgusting. I'm actually sitting on the couch, drinking a six pack and watching movies" I could hear another pop top crack open.

"I'm so glad that the first thing your boredom told you to do was stalk the phone book and call me." I smiled.

"Actually I wanted to call you sooner but I didn't want to interrupt any plans you might have." Eddie sounded sincere.

"Eddie, you're actively one of three of my friends. I'm laying in bed, reading on Friday nights. A hosptial trip is the most exciting my life gets here in Hawkins." I explained to him knowing how lame I sounded.

"Then maybe we should change that. We'll start hanging out on Friday's. Even if it's just to sit around. I just...I like to be in your company, Dani." Eddie said sweetly. I couldn't help but think back to what my Dad said.

"I'd like that." I agreed.

"So...what's your book about?" Eddie asked sounding like he had gotten comfortable. I laid back against the headboard and snuggled back into my pillows. Eddie and I talked on the phone for almost three hours that night. I'd never met anyone who I could just exist with. Whatever Eddie and I had, it was special.

#Stranger Things #Eddie x Dani #Eddie x OC #One Shot Series #Alone Together #Eddie Munson #Dani Murillo

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The Stars on The Staircase Chapter 34- Forever Alone With Our Secrets

At last I have a new chapter of The Stars on The Staircase for you all! Read it on Ao3 or on Wattpad.

As we turn down the path that leads to the ending we stop to look back on where it all began and that begs the question, what does it all mean? In this chapter we get a flashback from Severus which I originally intended as a bonus chapter but as I started thinking about where the story was going I felt like including it because it shows how from the beginning they were isolated in a way, just by the having the secret of their feelings for each other.

(I would be remiss not to thank Chel for everything from spell checking to being a snaddy confessional booth.)

For a preview I have chosen the beginning of Severus’s memory which is Halloween Night, the night before Chapter one aka the night before the bathtub.

The Memory of Severus Snape October 31st 1989

Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. Was the repeated refrain in my mind during the annual Halloween dance. An interesting deviation from the usual ‘ this is insufferable’ that was my normal repetition . I acted as chaperone on the edge of the room of giddy students, trying to watch without looking at one specific student.

I didn't really need to look. She was thinking about dancing with me. I could see her in her own mind’s eye. There was no reason to get caught looking at her, when she supplied a version of herself straight to my mind. I would be caught if I looked, because she never stopped looking at me.

Suddenly her daydream of dancing with me is interrupted. A fast song, her friends have pulled her onto the dance floor. Now it’s probably safe to glance. Fuck. Even now, in the crush of the entire student body jumping and shimmying, our eyes lock into each other.

I break eye contact just in time to save the punch bowl from tampering. “Mister McPherson, surely you aren't about to add any unsanctioned liquids to that bowl. Given your history with potion making, I think we can both agree it would be unwise to attempt it.” I threaten and the boy scurries off.

I don’t turn back to the dance floor for fear of accidentally looking at her again. I keep my eyes on the punch. That’s my job. I sigh and stare into the depths of the bowl. Then my eyes catch on the dress of the person getting themselves a glass. Gold stars on navy blue fabric, the ultimate irony.

I look up at her. Standing either side of this aggressively decorated punch table I finally look directly at the source of my stress. My chest hurts, swallowing seems difficult. Why does she have to be so beautiful all of a sudden?

It had been almost a whole school week of suddenly admiring the way her nose looks from the side, the way her eyes change when she’s smiling or asserting herself. In fact, I’m quite sure I knew absolutely nothing about her personality before Monday, but now I was following conversations with her and being needlessly proud when she did not allow herself to be stepped on. I am extremely certain that before Monday I never found the colour of her hair to be worthy of notice, let alone the way it looked in different lights.

I wasn’t sure where to look at her, her expectant face, her lips scrunching up in preparation for expulsion of words, this was entirely too cute so I looked down. I forced my eyes not to linger on her breasts, her waist or her hips though my eyes did have such a tendency to want to cling there.

Her calves and ankles, beautiful too. So frequently I had forced my eyes down there, I was worried I had become obsessed with them. The way the swoop of her leg came in at the ankle bone had so often been studied by my eyes in an attempt not to look anywhere else that I positively salivated with the need to kiss those ankle bones.

“Happy Halloween, Professor.” Greets the girl I was absolutely not meant to think about the way I was constantly thinking about. I looked at her face and tried to respond. My mind was empty of the usual inane platitudes, I could only think to demand an array of photographs of her. I wanted to see twenty five of her from the week before this to compare to now. What had happened to her? Was this a problem in my own mind? Was this a beguiling kind of magic?

Surely she did not look like this before this week. Was she part Veela or something? I didn’t think their magic was so active as to produce stars, more a passive effect. Surely if she was part Veela we would have all been warned of this, to help prevent her from getting into trouble from the unwanted attention of others.

I become aware I am staring at her face, not answering her. What had she said? I can’t handle her eyes so I turn and leave without saying anything to her.

“He thinks you’re a big creep. Won't even speak to you for fear of encouraging you and your stupid unhinged affections.” She scolds herself in her head. I cringe at making her think she is the problem. I am most definitely the problem, as only one of us is strictly not supposed to be having these feelings.

I go find Charity and ask to trade places. I would rather supervise the haunted hallway and send nasty illusions through the floating black curtains to frighten students than watch them wrapping their arms around each other. The haunted corridor does not bring relief, other than not hearing her thoughts. I’m still churning with the picture of her in my mind. Why did there have to be a school dance this week, why did she have to be out of uniform? I’m going to be tortured with mental images of her all night. I just know it.

I take out my tension on several students who don't see me as I linger in the darkness, sending images of demons and monsters to chase them away from my spot in the middle of the corridor.

“Violet! Violet!? Don’t leave me alone in here.” Her voice is so recognizable to me now. I find my feet walking toward it.

“Violet I love you… but I cant fucking belive you ditched me in here to snog Daniel Smith. I dont mind your slutty behaviour except when I turn around in a creepy haunted house and you’re fucking gone!”

I walk past the place her friends are tangled up in an alcove. I should take points or separate them, but I’m too busy looking for her in the black swaths of fabric Flitwick and Charity have charmed to shift around this corridor like moving walls of darkness.

“Violet!” She whispers angrily. I find her, but keep away. I can see her through one of the fabric drapes. I can feel how scared she is through our new connection. At first it perplexes me but then I understand, she hates being startled. Her nerves about finding something in the maze that jumps out seemed to have her not really moving forward.

There’s a growl from the other side of her, just one of many illusions and charms set up in here. She turns to move away from it and I don’t have time to shift position before she comes crashing into me. She almost screams as she runs into me, but suddenly her head snaps up and we’re looking at each other again. This time in the dark, surrounded by gray floating cloth and silly cackling laughter noises, demons roaring and music designed to make your hair stand on end.

“It’s him…Why is he everywhere? This wouldn't be half as hard if he didn’t show up around every corner!” She thought. She had run into me with her hands outstretched and for just a couple of seconds her fingers tangle into the front of my outer robes, sink into the fullness that falls from my shoulders, and I can feel her taking in the texture before she snaps her hands back away from me in a moment of awareness.

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Event Week Upkeep (Art Credit, Busted Mobile Links, and Spoiler Tags)

Two weeks to go until Spinaraki Week: Round 3, and we the mods hope everyone is as excited as we are!

A few quick points to address before we get to the meat of this post:

Per a few questions about it, Mod Nal (@codenamesazanka) is the one who does all our graphics; look forward to more details from her about her fantastic screenshot mockup for this year's prompts at a later date!

I (Mod Stillness) noticed that the links to the rules and the text-based prompt list don't work on my mobile app, so for any who share that issue, if you want to review The Rules or get The Prompts in a nice easy format for copy-pasting, you'll find them beneath the Read More cut at the bottom of this post!

That said, I'd like to take a few minutes to address how we'll be tagging for spoilers for this event week. If you either don't care about spoilers or actively follow the weekly leaks, all you need to know is that we are NOT asking participants to tag their spoilers unless they wish to do so as a courtesy to their own followers; we'll be doing tagging on our end.

If you are concerned about spoilers, read on.

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THE PROMPTS

Monday, 10/24: Reunion ~ Delight ~ News

Tuesday, 10/25: Flesh ~ Resentment ~ Help

Wednesday, 10/26: Bear ~ Grief ~ Transformation

Thursday, 10/27: Spin ~ Yearning ~ Family

Friday, 10/28: Countryside ~ Boredom ~ Mess

Saturday, 10/29: Leader ~ Sadism ~ Prison

Sunday, 10/30: Hero ~ Tale ~ Serenity / ~ FREE DAY ~

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“Here.”

Brennan Walker stared at the hat his friend was offering him, “… What… what about it?”

“Take it.” Randall Simmons just shoved it towards him again, “Give it back to me Monday.”

“I didn’t ask for your hat, Randy.” Brennan took it anyway, putting it on.

“I know.” Randy stated, “Dylan gave it to me, it’s pretty cool isn’t it?”

“… yeah. I guess it is.” What on earth was he on about?

“Well, I gotta go, you know how my mom is.” Randy got up, stretching, “You can give the hat back Monday.” He said again, before walking off.

That night, Brennan couldn’t stop thinking. Mainly thinking about his now dead girlfriend. And how he was responsible. He knew he was. He dragged Bianca down to that basement. He told her it was fine and that nothing could happen. He couldn’t lift that stupid shelf thing off her when it fell.

It was his fault. And she was gone. And he wasn’t. Why wasn’t he? He deserved to be, more than her anyway. Maybe he should be. Maybe he could see her again, apologize before he went to hell, maybe-

He caught a shape out of the corner of his eye. The hat sat by his bookbag.

The hat he had to bring back Monday.

He took a deep breath, plugging in his radio and turning it on. He had to clear his head. After Monday who gave a shit what happened, but he had to give the hat back Monday.

But on Monday, Randy gave him some notes to borrow, to study for a test. “Give them back before the test so the teacher doesn’t catch you with someone else’s notes.” So he had to wait a whole week until that test. He passed it. And then it was a bookbag. Then a coat. Then some video games. And there was just always something he had to give back later.

And he graduated high school. And he got a job at a restaurant. And he worked there for a few years. And he met a girl. And fell in love. And got married. And he honestly credited all of that to Randy. Because he didn’t think he would’ve reached a point where he no longer needed something to return if Randy hadn’t given him things to return.

When Brennan, who was now better known as Agent Walker, met Chris Quinn he really didn’t know what to make of the man.

And as he got to know him he figured out that Chris was a great friend to have around. But he also got to know that Chris was struggling. With a lot. Substance abuse, possible delusions, definitely ptsd, borderline psychotic personality disorder, some sort of weird otherworldly amnesia, other mental issues.

And at one point he noticed Chris getting worse. Much much worse. Chris had always outwardly seemed happy, cheerful, always had something funny to say, didn’t seem scared of anything.

But that changed. Lately Chris had been more quiet, he looked more tired, he was drunk or high even more often.

One day, when Chris was headed back to his truck to go home after the two had hung out, Walker took off his coat, “Hey, Chris.” He called, Chris turned around just in time to catch the clothing item tossed at him, staring at it, “Give it back Friday okay?”

“… I uh. I got a trenchcoat, Walker, I’d also probably tear this.” Chris chuckled.

“I know. Just give it back Friday.” He didn’t know if he was doing this right, or if it was even needed. But maybe it was. And he thought maybe this dumb game that saved his life could save Chris’ too.

“Or I can give it back now-“

“Nah. Friday. No sooner, no later.” He stated, “Okay?”

“Uh… yeah. Friday.”

“Yep. Friday. I better see you then, okay?”

#agent Walker #Agent Simmons #Chris Quinn #Chzo Mythos #writing #implied suicide tw #suicidal thoughts tw #substance abuse tw

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Russell calls penalty for Perez clash harsh as he bemoans missed podium opportunity in Austria

After a Lap 1 collision with Sergio Perez, the subsequent damage, penalty, and a slow pit stop, Mercedes driver George Russell was left recovering from P17 to P4 in Austria. Russell had an eventful weekend, crashing out of Q3 along with team mate Lewis Hamilton, before copping a five-second penalty for a coming together with Red Bull’s Perez at the start of the Grand Prix. The resulting five-second penalty, plus a slow pit stop to change his W13's nose, and the damage he was carrying from the contact, saw Russell have to fight from 17th to finish behind podium-sitter Hamilton (P3). MONDAY MORNING DEBRIEF: Unpicking the mystery of how Ferrari turned the tables on Red Bull in the Austrian GP “I feel like it’s a missed opportunity,” said Russell. “Obviously frustrating to have a sort of first-lap incident like that. I thought the penalty was harsh; I braked as hard as I could and I was steering as much as I could – I had Carlos ahead of me and Checo was on the clean line down the outside, and I knew as soon as he turned in we were going to make contact. “So I was already on the limit of my car and the angle he was coming in, I couldn’t do more. To the letter of the law, I was in the wrong, because if the attacking driver on the outside is ahead, the guy on the inside needs to leave space – but as I said, from the second I braked, there’s nothing more I could’ve done because I was already on the limit of my car. So that was harsh.” Russell felt that the penalty he received for his part in the collision with Perez was harsh Russell explained that the consequences of the contact hurt his chances of scoring a podium, which Hamilton ended up securing for the team after Carlos Sainz’s fiery retirement. “[The contact with Perez], that’s one thing, and then the damage also cost me probably 10 seconds at the start, of race time; it cost me another 15 seconds at the pit stop and put me in P17. READ MORE: 'There was nothing I could have done differently' – Perez reveals frustration as Russell clash causes early DNF in Austria “So, yes, I don’t know. Long afternoon. Glad as a team we maximised the points, but I feel like there was an opportunity for me personally to be on the podium today.” ‘The penalty was harsh’ insists Russell after his first lap clash with Pérez Russell also expressed surprise that Mercedes’ qualifying pace was better than their race pace, and admitted that the qualifying crash probably didn’t help their chances on Sunday. “I think this is the first weekend of the season that our quali pace has been quicker than our race pace, and that’s sort of caught us by surprise a little bit,” he said. READ MORE: IndyCar star Colton Herta set for two-day McLaren test in Portimao “After qualifying we thought: ‘Yes, we’re in the mix here’. But that didn’t carry through into the race. “So, we need to understand that; it’s obviously been a challenging weekend for us, the team. For the damage we incurred on Friday, the team did an amazing job to get both cars back out, but I’m sure the cars probably weren’t at their 100% potential given the circumstances.” via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

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June 23

Yesterday was my follow up with the doctor. She said that everything looks good. My energy is up, and I there seem to be no side effects from the new treatment.

I have to say that I really like the Cleveland Clinic in Cleveland. They have completely no transparency. Everything is known to the patient. Good and Bad. they hide nothing. This way the patient knows what to do next.

With my blood work. My white blood cells were low. She said it was due to the chemo. I am wearing the device that will administer the shot today. I found out yesterday that that the shot has to be given 24 hours after the Chemo treatment to boost my immune system from my bone marrow. When the nurse looked over my treatment in Vegas, she shook her head. When I asked her what was that. She told me that they were giving me the shot in Vegas manually and the same time but before they gave me chemo. She said it was defeating the purpose of this shot. She said the chemo would cause it not to do it job so it was useless and that was why I was probably having other issues. She then smiled and said, “Well thank goodness you are here now”.

My PSA levels were both high but lower, In Vegas four months ago when I last had it done they were at 1500. Which not good because when I was first diagnosed with Cancer in December it was at 25 and then jumped up over the following months while have basic treatment. With the new treatment I have been receiving, I am still high but it is lowing. It is not at 225. She told me it could be a lot of factors and not to be too concerned right now because it is coming down. She said it could be because I had that infection in my body, the new medication, but she wasn’t too clear yet. She said to wait until next month after the big test day.

In case you don’t know what PSA levels are, they let a man know if he has cancer or not. Any number over a 10 means the trace of cancer or some thing is going on. That is why every man over the age of 30 should have this test done. The sooner it is caught the easier it is to treat. But when the numbers get high it means cancer. That why when they saw mine was at 25 at the time they knew, but then with everything that was happening it jumped up to 1500. But it’s coming down, I have to stay calm and be patient.

After the week of the 17, I will have testing all day to find out if there is anything else going on and get another PSA as well more blood tests.

She said that because the new medication seems to be working they might give me a boost of it higher to see if has any effects on me. I have not side effects from it. She also said even though I don’t like the idea I might have to have a few more rounds of Chemo. If they do find something new, I may have some other meds added or have the one I am on switched. We will see. I really do not mind having the Chemo at the Cleveland Clinic. I do not get sick like I did when I was in Vegas. In Vegas, it was horrible. I could not move the next day, was in horrible pain, would vomit, diarrhea, cough up blood or blood coming out my noise, and lost all my hair as well as nails. With the new treats, Nothing, NO side effects. I feel good after and both my hair and nails are going back. I have to be patient on the hair that that takes away. I lost my eyebrows and eyelashes, those are the longest to grow back. But its okay. As long as the treatments are working.

I start part of my new treatment on Monday, that is to go on the Mediterranean diet. This includes all vegetables with fish or Chicken for dinner. I really like the food so that is okay. This diet should help with slowing things down and boost my blood cell count. The only hard part will be cutting out potato chips. I can only have those once a week. I usually have them daily.

No matter what they tell me next month, I will be nervous but am okay. I will be ready for it because I know what to focus on. And am ready if I need to fight this even harder.

Thank you all for reading this and your support. I love you all

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Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha.

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@mikeysbike @hanniejji@unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz @dai-tsukki-desu @thicmitten @youaskedfurret @diaxfeliz @wintergreen-aix @dandelily @thegayrubberducky @lovelykittycatmeow @yuunoagivesmelife @dokidokisama @simpygrimoire @minakohasmanyhusbandos @strwbrry-lia @tigerpriestess @yuu-yuukurotsuki

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos.

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok?

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished.

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways.

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing?

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out.

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”.

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )

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the love languages part ii: physical touch (f.w.)

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: fred has always felt the need to touch y/n and after a drunken night he realizes he can't sleep without her.

warnings: very, very light profanity, drinking/underage drinking, kissing, bed sharing.

word count: 2.4k

a/n: my second instalment is here - i did in fact say i would wait until monday but i was really excited to write this one!! i am so grateful for all the love i have received on this series so far, i cannot thank you guys enough. i still feel like i have a ways to go in improving my writing - but as always my ask is open if you have comments, questions, concerns, luv or just wanna chat:)

*all photos are from pinterest*

series masterlist // part i // part iii // part iv

For as long as Y/N had known Fred he had always been touchy. Fred’s need to constantly touch her was never unwelcomed, she relished in the way he’d wrap an arm around her shoulders when he’d walk her to class or how he’d lean into her when he laughed uncontrollably. However, she had always assumed that he was like this with everyone he was friends with, that he just needed to touch people in some way in order to feel close to them. This was very true but Y/N never knew that it was her touch that he craved the most, that as soon as he saw her, he longed to feel the soft skin of her cheek, the way her shoulders shook when she laughed or the rise and fall of her chest while he laid on her stomach in the common room, gentle sighs leaving her mouth every so often.

Fred couldn’t count on two hands the amount of times he almost told Y/N his feelings for her, the words sat on his tongue so often that he was starting to believe that they felt more comfortable in his mouth which is why they never launched themselves into the air. He didn’t know why he couldn’t force the confession out, there was always just a cloud of doubt and fear that swarmed his mind whenever the thought presented itself. But alas, here he was sitting across from her watching her flip her hair over her shoulder and let out a light laugh as she found whatever George was saying quite amusing.

“Y/N! You have to come, you literally can’t miss a party like this!” George practically shouted, a shocked look on his face.

“I’m so behind on my studies.” Y/N started, resting her chin on her hands. “I’ll be practically chained to the library all weekend as is, I can’t go to a party.”

“Y-You’re not coming tonight?” Fred questioned, his eyes hopeful as if he had heard the conversation wrong.

“Sorry Freddie.” She pouted. “You can tell me all about it at breakfast tomorrow.” At that Fred reached across the table to run his finger across her knuckles, relishing in the way her skin felt under his calloused fingertip, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to how they would feel against his lips. However, he was pulled out of his daydream by the sound of George making gagging noises to the side of him as Y/N giggled.

“In that case I’ll have to drink a little extra.” He threw a wink her way. “To make sure I don’t bore you back to sleep tomorrow morning.”

“You never bore me, Trouble.” She smiled before saying her goodbyes to the rest of the table and making her way to the library. The nickname brought a gentle smile to his face, it was the first thing she’d ever called him. During her first year Y/N had been studying in the common room when the twins busteled in, laughing and hollering about another successful prank. When she asked what they were so excited about, the two boys were more than happy to explain, Fred wildly acting out the look on Snape’s face before George asked her name and introduced himself in response. Before Fred even had the chance to open his mouth to follow suit she stopped him.

“You sound like trouble, that’s what I’ll call you.”

George laughed at his twins new-found nickname but it made Fred’s heart swell - the fact that she had specifically given him a special name, the smile on her face when she said it and the way she never left their side since that day, produced a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. Now, here he was, years later, with the same girl, same nickname, same smile and the same butterflies.

Fred kept his promise to Y/N, he was drunk, very, very drunk. He stumbled through the Gryffindor common room, his feet feeling like they were trying to carry him off in different directions until he finally found an armchair to ground himself with. Plopping himself down into the chair he looked out into the crowd of people, some laughing others whispering, couples hanging off each other, it made him miss Y/N. If she was here she’d be sitting next to him, his arm slung around her shoulder as she giggled over the way he slurred his words and she’d always made sure he got to bed safely before finding her way to her own room. Fred groaned as George sat in the chair across from him, pushing a glass of water towards him, causing his twin to chuckle at his annoyed state.

“At least you’ll have something funny to tell Y/N in the morning.” He laughed. “Tell her all about how your drunk ass could barely walk straight.” Fred leaned his head back on his neck.

“I should go see her.” He spoke quietly, just loud enough to convince himself of the idea but hopefully not loud enough for George to hear. He knew that his drunken state failed him however, when his brother quirked an eyebrow at him.

“And do what? Spill your guts?” George chuckled. “Either by finally telling her you’re bloody in love with her or literally?” This earned another groan from Fred as he shot daggers at him.

“That’s it.” Fred started, chugging the glass of water that was placed in front of him. “I’m going.”

“Best of luck mate.” George spoke as he watched Fred stumble his way through the crowd.

“Where’s he going?” Ron asked, suddenly appearing by his brother's side.

“On a death mission.” George responded.

Fred let out a sigh of relief when he finally made his way out of the common room and began the trek towards her dorm room. But his mind was running rampant, what if George was right? What if he was just better off going to bed? Maybe she wouldn’t want to see him, she was probably tired from studying all night and the last thing she wanted was him keeping her up. But despite his doubts his feet still carried him towards her, the walk was sobering, which he would need if he planned on getting a coherent sentence out when he finally made his way to her.

“Y/N?” He called softly when he opened her room door, trying his very best to keep quiet to not wake her roommates. He recognized her frame immediately, bundled under bed sheets, her hair messy and lips slightly parted. He stood over her, watching the way her chest rose and fell as soft breathes left her mouth. “Y/N.” He spoke again, shoving his hands in his pockets, fearing her reaction to his sudden visit. Her eyes shot open but when they found his, her face softened, a small smile forming.

“You scared me, Trouble.” She laughed lightly. “Are you okay?” She asked, the concern that laced her voice made him have to restrain from kissing every square inch of her face.

“I’m okay, just a little drunk.” He hiccuped, his response earning a bright smile from her as she scooted to the side and patted the bed, signially for him to sit next to her. He graciously accepted her offer, his hand immediately finding her knee, needing to touch her. She leaned into his touch as he slurred on about how Ron tried to flirt with Hermione but failed miserably and how red Harry turned when George dared him to kiss Ginny. Neither of them could remember falling asleep, they were too caught up in each other's whispered stories and soft giggles.

When Fred woke the next morning, his head pounding, his legs feeling as if they had carried him across the entire country, he looked down to find his best friend fast asleep on his chest. Y/N’s arms were wrapped tightly around his middle with his hand tangled in her hair as she shifted slightly on top of him. He felt like he should panic and apologize for last night’s antics but she looked so peaceful and he was so close to her that he couldn’t bring himself to worry about barging into her room at who knows what time.

“Mornin’ Trouble.” She spoke, her voice groggy and flooded with sleep. “How are you feeling?” She asked genuinely, pulling herself from his embrace to stretch her arms above her head, making him curse himself for ever moving and waking her.

“I’ve been much better.” He groaned, sliding his hands down his face. “Guess I don’t have to fill you in on last night's events at breakfast anymore.”

“No, you did a sufficient job of that last night.” She giggled. “But we can still go to breakfast, you need to eat something.” Y/N pulled him out of her bed, still fully clothed in what he was wearing the night before.

He grumbled his way through breakfast as George and Ron cracked jokes about how drunk and lovesick he was, Fred throwing warning looks their way as Y/N laughed seeming unbothered by the way they were pulling her into they’re jokes, taking it all as a way to poke fun at Fred. But his head was still swimming, the feeling of her weight on top of him and her hands pressed against his chest, all he wanted was to be back in that position again. He couldn’t get it out of his head for the rest of the day and no matter how many times he attempted to distract himself from her that night as he lied in bed his mind kept travelling back to Y/N. He lay awake staring at the ceiling thinking about how empty his arms felt without her in them - she was addicting, he had always known that, since the moment he met her he had not been able to pull himself away from her. But now he was in too deep, he needed to be there with her.

So, here he was, in his pyjamas, on his way to her dorm room once again, all shame and guilt left long behind, just needing to be near her. Fred padded into her room, his hands rooted in his pockets once again, fully expecting to have to wake her just as he did the night before. But she was wide awake, sitting on her bed, a novel clasped in her fingers, a smile forming on her face when he came into her line of vision.

“Did you miss me?” She teased, as he ran a hand through his hair, rocking on his heels.

“Can’t sleep.” He mumbled. “Was wondering if you were still up.” He said, offering her a grin.

“Well then Trouble, you’re in luck.” She smirked, moving to allow space for him to lie next to her. Fred laid his head in her lap as she turned her attention back to the book in her hand while the other snaked its way into his hair. All the trouble sleeping that had been previously plaguing him melted away with her nails lightly scratching his scalp.

Over the course of the next week Fred and Y/N fell into this routine, he would lay away in his bed before eventually giving into the knowledge that he could not sleep without her any longer before he would make his way to her room, crawl into bed beside her and fall into the soundest sleep that has ever graced him. In the beginning, he was apprehensive, worried that she would reject him at some point and tell him that she wanted to sleep alone. But she never did, every night she shot him a warm smile and opened her arms to him. As the week went on his worries morphed themselves into something new however, he was no longer concerned about her rejecting his company but that she would instead reject his feelings for her. That she would eventually realize that he was in love with her and tell him that she never felt that way about him and was just trying to be a good friend.

“I don’t think I can sleep without you anymore.” Fred spoke into the darkness of the room, his voice audibly shaking, the silence that filled the space causing his stomach to turn.

“Mhmm.” Y/N started, tightening her grasp on him. “I can’t complain, you’re a great pillow.” He let out a light laugh, rubbing small circles in her back.

“It’s true.” He spoke, more seriously. “I haven’t been able to sleep at all lately, but as soon as I get into your bed, I’m out.” She sighed. “They must have better beds in the girls dorms.” He added, which earned a giggle from her.

“I don’t know about the quality of the beds, maybe it’s who's in it.” She spoke, her voice quiet as she bit her lip now regretting her sudden burst of confidence. Fred was silent for a moment before he spoke, a deep breath filling his lungs before he had the nerve to confess to her.

“I always thought that the reason I always had to touch you was because I liked to feel close to people. But it’s different with you.” He shifted to look at her. “I need to touch you, need to feel your skin. Fuck Y/N, I just want to hold your hand in front of everybody and kiss you in between classes and fall asleep next to you every night.” He searched her face looking for any sense of emotion but all he could find was her typical soft smile. “It’s just that I-I-” He started.

“I love you too Fred.” She cut him off, placing her palm against his cheek, he turned into her touch despite the shock that was lacing his features.

“You what?” He said, a giggle falling from her mouth as she clasped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to save him some pride.

“The first night you came to my room, after you left the party, you kept saying you loved me in your sleep.” He groaned at her confession. “I was worried it was just drunk babbles but-”

“But I do love you.” He finished. “I’ve loved you for years.”

“I love you too, Trouble.” She giggled, placing a long awaited kiss to his lips.

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