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gyunglitter · 5 months

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- just you dicking around with txt college!au besties

warnings: not edited, kinda long, mentions of gym bros, bitchless behavior, drunk fighting, mentions of camp rock, cursing, prolly should’ve put that last before the other lmao, partying, suspicious tampering with drinks

tags: txtxreader (platonic), non-idol!au, college!au, txt, lag, tomorrowxtogether, lesserafim, hansohee, drabble fics!, bulletpoint fics!

notes: bro i’ve been sitting on this for a while, but since i got sick, i finally had the time to actually write this—not very drabble fic of me, but i hope yall enjoyed it :) feel free to send in asks/requests abt this au!!

⚤ masterlist

just how did this rag tag group get together?

tbh with yall

the losers club took a while to actually get established

we’re talkin the end of the winter semester babes

to be fair tho☝️🤓

each of you were either awkward, antisocial, or autistic

but you all came around eventually

through small and simple means, the hottest friend group came to be!!

yeonjun + taehyun:

met in calc 101 in the winter semester

taehyun needed the class for his major

but yeonjun accidentally stumbled in on the first day and felt too awkward to leave

he tried to play it cool like he totally belonged

but taehyun could tell right when he sat next to him and his gigantic water bottle and protein shake

it only sealed the deal when yeonjun asked to borrow a pencil

“thanks! oh wow…i don’t think i’ve seen a pencil like this”

“it’s a mechanical..?”

“aha, yeaaaaaah…”

they really looked like 🤨 and ✌🏽🤪✌🏽

the both of them simultaneously felt transported back to their high school days

with yeonjun’s jockiness and taehyun’s brutal deadpan

the two intimidated the HELL out of each other😭

they were extremely awkward despite trying to act like they weren’t they totally were

but that hour of calc was pure torture

yeonjun made sure to stay far away from the engineering building after that lmao

it was only when they accidentally ran into each other at the gym that they bonded

after yeonjun almost dropped the bar on himself and his initial spotter got distracted

he swore he was gonna quite literally off himself at that moment

yeonjun was surprised to see the small kid from calc save him from his death with only ONE arm

an arm that was as big as HIS HEAD?!?! :O

after that, the two saw each other very often and became the ultimate Gym Bros🔥💪🏽

which took a lot of emotional work on both ends after their traumatic high school days

but taehyun STANS yeonjun and his diligence to zumba!

while yeonjun admires taehyun’s pull game when they go to the club together!

they became an unlikely platonic match made in heaven :D

soobin + hueningkai:

this friendship was DESPERATE

to be fr

soobin was LONELY :(

he’d be starting his third year of college and had yet to find his forever-friends his therapist promised he’d make once he made it to college!!

it wasn’t until he met his double at the Video and Audio Enthusiasts club meeting

a club created solely to use the conputer and projector room from 5-6pm every thursday to watch jujutsu kaisen without the faculty knowing

soobin had been apart of the club since his sophomore year when it started, but there was only so much socializing he could do with the same three people who come

at least until a very green freshman!kai walked in!!

it was kai’s first semester and first week away from home

and boy was he nervous

his older sister who had just graduated from the same college forced him to sign up for clubs in order to make good friends

she held his precious molang plushie hostage until he came back with proof of signing up for at least one club :(

BUT HE WAS SO OVERWHELMED AT CLUB RUSH??

all these ppl pitching why their club was so great with their bright posters, over enthusiastic campaigners, and loud music blasting from portable speakers???

kai just wanted to go back to his room and down the tub of mint choco he left in his mini fridge

but alas

the things he does for molang !! >.<

he signed up for the audio and visual enthusiasts club solely bc there was only one person manning the table

and she was knocked out

so when he signed up, he skedaddled out of there with the intention of showing up to one meeting before staging a dramatic but undeniable leave of absence

for the rest of the year >:)

little did he know his first day would bring him an adorable, lanky man who would never leave him alone!!

fr tho

soobin saw this 6’0 child who gave off “i WILL bit you” vibes and said

“he’s mine”

and the rest was history tbh

you never really see one without the other with the way they leech on to each other

the two of them honestly are complete angels together

beomgyu + you:

now

YOU TWO

if soobin and kai are angels, yall are the goddamn devils💀

you guys actually met your freshman year

you shared a lot of the same generals, but didn’t interact that much

mainly bc beomgyu was typically either gaming or sleeping in

meanwhile you always showed up to class zooted

unlike your classes that focused on your major, your generals were classes you couldn’t care less about

and your grades sure did show for it😬

your parents and teachers were worried you were gonna flunk out after your first semester and lose your scholarship

it wasn’t until the two of you were thrown together for a group project that things changed

forced proximity trope🥵

but not for the reasons you’re thinking!!

instead of working together, pulling all nighters, and trauma bonding together

you guys were the only ones slacking during all of the group meetings

the both of you succeed in pissing the other members off as yall constantly showed up late, distracted each other with origami cranes/airplanes/SMASH, and once got the group kicked out of the library for trying to secretly smoke a bowl behind the stacks

but you blamed that on beomgyu and his weak lungs

safe to say, you and beomgyu did a great job of alienating yourselves from the other members in your group

(fun fact: soobin was one of them—he HATED yall)

but you two ultimately bonded after skipping one of the meetings when you bumped into each other on campus and decided to go to the arcade down the street instead LMAO

after successfully beating him at the racing games and letting him win the sharpshooter games, the two of you were inseparable!!

especially since yall flunked that class and had to take it again the next semester lmao

you almost lost your scholarship

but for the rest of your classes, beomgyu helped you cram for your exams!

turns out your stoner-gamer-boy-bestie used to be student body vice president in high school??

he helped you pass the rest of your classes your freshman and sophomore years, in exchange you let him collect all your scarabs😭

hueninkai + taehyun:

this friendship is so cute omg

this came during winter semester, after kai established a friendship with soobin and restored some of his self-confidence

and with all his new, interesting classes finally catering to his curious nature

kai had started to branch out of his shell and thrive in the college environment

he still didn’t have any friends besides soobin, but he faced everyday with a bright smile :)

and then there was taehyun

fall semester had not been kind to him, having no time for socializing quite yet :(

poor taehyun at the time was exhausted from his ridiculous workload and would show up to class half dead each morning

BUT IN COMES HYUKA THE ANGEL😭

the two shared a life skills class and were seat mates

kai noticed taehyun’s state each morning

which wasn’t too hard since taehyun was slumped over his desk every morning and only woke up when class started

and sometimes not even then

in response, kai had kindly made a habit of bringing taehyun a coffee each morning and leaving it on his desk :(

not only that, kai was always just a natural energizer!

with his positive attitude and earnest countenance, taehyun couldn’t help but feel ready to take on the day as well !

as thanks, there never failed to be a copy of the answer key to whatever test was coming up on hueningkai’s desk the next day

taehyun really is THAT man🥵

ngl hyuka felt like he had a sugar daddy of sorts at the beginning

but the two have the sweetest friendship after that!!

they’re genuinely so grateful for each other and balance out really well

yeonjun + you + beomgyu:

a friendship that started off contractually

it was the winter semester of your sophomore year and you were in a bit of an artistic drought

the last time your work had taken off was a complete accident

you’d been high off your ass and posted a hodgepodge of the last 10 screenshots in your camera roll, smartly titled “Hell is A Teenage Girl”

it gained so much attention for its authenticity and now you had no idea how to follow THAT up :(

your bestie beomgyu constantly offered to model for you

but you could never take him seriously after he showed up to your house in lingerie so you could “picture him like your french girls”

“that’s not even how it goes, headass”

“it’s called taking ‘creative liberties’, birdbrain—and you’re supposed to be the artist?”

“please…just put some clothes on. i can’t take you seriously when your balls are in my face”

anyways

you were struggling to come up with anything after that stunt

until you saw your muse in him

the him being yeonjun, who came straight from zumba and was currently downing a bowl of ramyeon from the caf

you shared no classes, interests, or mutuals

but one thing you had in common?

you both thought he was hot!!

you had cornered him with the abrupt confession that he had the most "photograph-able" face and you needed to shoot him for a new project of yours

(with compensation, of course)

yall looked like 🫵🙂📷 and ⁉️😗🍜

yeonjun reluctantly agreed since he was broke and needed more ramyeon money

the shoot started off kind of uncomfortable since you two were incredibly awkward

but you eventually warmed up to each other with your terrible jokes that made him die laughing!

you never would've pegged him as a pun-lover, but you were certainly not disappointed :)

as the shoot finished up, you ended up going out for ice cream together

to which beomgyu crashed and ended up fighting with yeonjun about everything under the sun

it all started with yeonjun’s preference for mint choco, that everything started to go up in flames lmao

you were sure yeonjun would want nothing to do with the pair of you after that night

BUT THEN THE PICTURES WENT VIRAL

your work blew up once again and yeonjun got many modelling offers!!

with the newfound clout given to yeonjun, came an unlikely partnership between you two as you brought out the best in each other’s works

and with you, came beomgyu as a package deal

the two eventually ended up bonding as time went on and they discovered they shared many interests

but you were the glue to hold them together for a while since they never failed to get on each other’s nerves

tom and jerry fr🙄

everyone:

after a draining week of school and his zumba class getting cancelled, yeonjun decided he wanted to go to a party

he needed a drink and a good excuse to dance since his feet were happy and his hips were in need of speaking their truth

lucky for him, there was supposed to be a CRAZY RAGER this weekend

yeonjun was told it was thrown by some uppclassmen named jackson wang or something?

🤷‍♀️

BUT IT WAS PERFECT!!

but he couldn't go alone--he'd look like a loser

which he's NOT >:(

so he brought his gym bro, taehyun!

but then the two were faced with the predicament of looking like much worse

homosexuals!! :0

god forbid two men hang out in public

so taehyun brought his other bestie, kai!!

but mans hates large social gatherings and would rather drown in his toilet than watch the musclemen pull the pretty girls he was afraid of

so he brought the also bitchless soobin along to keep himself entertained :D

meanwhile you were also getting dragged to the party by beomgyu, whose band had gigged it, since he needed emotional support!

the event had started off fine!

beomgyu was killing it with his band

soobin and kai were awkwardly curbing girls' stares and suspicious drinks sent their way with queries as to a foursome

yeonjun was in the middle of a mosh pit, getting absolutely wrecked

taehyun was getting danced on by not one, but TWO girls

AT THE SAME TIME

and you were currently crowd surfing despite having no recollection as to how you got there

you were honestly not vibing since you had a slight fear of heights

and an aversion to sweaty men in closed spaces

so when you were eventually put down, you stumbled your way back to the kitchen to get a breather

and maybe a shot while you were at it—god knows you need one to get through the rest of the night

however, your plans halted once you caught sight of your beloved ex-group partner from biochem!!

“woah hey, soobie-boobie?!” you hollered

cue soobin, who was in the middle of a heated rant about the band refusing his request of playing “meant to be” by bebe rexha, freezing with a soulless look in his eyes

it was you

you (+beomgyu, btw) were the reason he had to pull multiple all nighters to complete your part of the project you failed to do the previous year

mans nearly lost the will to live during that project

he’d hated yall with a passion and did NOT fail to snitch after the project was submitted

it was bc of him that you had to retake that class and almost get your scholarship revoked

of course, nobody knew it was him, since he was a sly motherfucker and blamed it on kim chaewon instead

but he planned on taking that secret with him to the grave, since he would rather take a nap on the freeway than deal with confrontation

but he had no reason to, by the way you were calling for him with the dopiest smile on your face

he hoped he could get away with ignoring you since it was so loud

but then you let out a screech that pierced the heavens

“SOOBIE BOOBIE TOOBIE WOOBIE FOOBIEEEEE!!”

hhnggg

he closed his eyes to block out the sight of you now standing on the counter and waving your arms like crazy

if he couldn’t see you, then you didn’t exist

but, unfortunately, soobin wasn’t the only person with eyes and ears

“hey, hyung, i dunno if it’s just me, but i think that girl might know you!”

soobin opened his eyes to see kai waving back at the girl for him

soobin wanted to die when he saw you take that as confirmation to join them

“hey! long time no see!!” you greeted as you took a seat with the pair of them

hyuka easily took to you while soobin tried his best not to look utterly disgusted

“so how do you two know each other?” kai asked

“soobin and i were paired for a group project last year!”

soobin frowned at you, but you were none the wiser as you entertained the curious kai

“oh cool!! what class was that?”

“honestly, i have no clue! i was high half the school year, thank god soobin was there to help me and my other friend for that project!”

soobin scoffed at that, causing both you and kai to look at him questioningly

“was that a cough?”

“did you need a drink?” you innocently offered one of the many drinks the boys had discarded

soobin shook his head vigorously at that, making you shrug

“welp, more for me then!”

AND DOWNED IT

kai and soobin were too slow to stop you, and watched in horror as you finished the drink with a pinched expression

“holy shit, are you okay?!” soobin asked

but you were preoccupied with the upset feeling in your stomach

“ugh, what the hell was that?” you tried to stop yourself from burping, but you could feel yourself getting lightheaded

“ah man, i knew those drinks weren’t safe” kai winced, watching as you nearly fell out of your seat before soobin caught you

soobin groaned at the prospect of having to take care of you, but lifted you up a bit while you babbled and whisked yourself out of his hold

“hey, im fine—i actually feel great! we should go dance!”

and you were off, dragging an innocent kai with you to where the rest of the party was dancing to the band

not wanting to be left alone after you so rudely took his only friend, soobin ran after the pair of you

meanwhile kai, who had been dragged with you, felt like he was gonna have a panic attack in the face of all these people you dragged him toward

he felt like he was getting swallowed up in a sea of drunk, horny young adults

which, technically, he was

you were none the wiser to the boy’s fears as you started dancing

to hueningkai’s absolute horror, you were actually doing the camp rock stomp dance from the second movie

part of him wanted to ask you to drop a tutorial

the better part of him made him want to crawl in a hole and die

for the both of your sakes’, he blamed your behavior on the alcohol and spared you more embarrassment by turning away from you and looking for help

and his saving grace came in the form of his lord and savior, kang taehyun

mans was a lil busy with a few of the drunk and horny young adults himself

but what kai wants, kai gets!!

so when he called for his friend, taehyun came without a complaint

he also miraculously had a glass of water in hand, just in case kai got thirsty

“what’s wrong? do you need to go home?” taehyun worried, shoving the glass into his friend’s hand

kai was grateful for his friend

thank god he wasn’t too drunk to be helpful!!

kai merely shook his head at his friend’s questions, and started to drag him back to you

“there’s a girl who got roofied, and she’s doing the camp rock stomp dance—we have to help her!”

but when kai got to you, he found a mess

that mess being you and soobin squealing around while yeonjun was running away from another guy who looked drunk out of his mind and pissed as hell

how yeonjun and soobin got there? and who this other guy was?? and HOW the three of you managed to piss him off???

kai and taehyun had no clue

but they could tell things did not look good for yall

soobin was currently hiding behind a disoriented you, using your inebriated self as a shield

meanwhile yeonjun was narrowly avoiding haphazard punches thrown at him, practically dancing away from them

“what do i do?! what do i do?!?!” yeonjun screamed

“DRAG HIS ASS!” taehyun yelled, right before socking a random guy in front of him

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” kai screamed, leaping away from the new, unprovoked beatdowns taehyun was causing

“fighting my demons!”

maybe taehyun was a little too drunk to be helpful :/

kai scrambled towards you and soobin, who had backed away from the initial fighting pair

“what the hell happened? i wasn’t even gone for two minutes!!”

“i found y/n right after you left, who had saved yeonjun from the mosh pit—”

“—mans was getting his shit blended in there—”

“we were about to come find you, when y/n grabbed some random guy’s ass—”

“—to be fair, i thought he was kai—”

“and when the guy turned around to fight her, she blamed it on yeonjun!!”

“well, duh! i’m just a lil girl!!”

kai blanched at you, while you pouted up at him

you were all like 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽

you had such a sweet look on your face tbh, that kai and soobin almost cracked

before you turned around barfed into a potted plant

things literally could not get worse

“WORLDSTAR! WORLDSTAAAR!!”

it took the three of you a second to realize where that yelling had been coming from

but you finally found the source when you looked on stage and found beomgyu filming the fights going on

“fuck me, he’s here too?!” soobin whined

and while beomgyu had gotten your guys’ attention, he had also gotten a few others’ as well

“hey, you got your friend filming me? i’m here on scholarship!”

the big guy yelled, grabbing yeonjun to hold him still as he went to punch him again

“oh fuck,” yeonjun muttered

beomgyu fumbled around with his phone and guitar, going to brandish the instrument in one hand like a weapon to help out his friend

but luckily didn’t have to when a pot smashed against the attacker’s head, knocking him out cold

the partygoers watched as the big guy dropped to the floor, right in front of yeonjun

yeonjun looked in disbelief from his side of the fallen body

over to you on the other side, your hand still raised in the air from its defensive attack

“holy shit!” beomgyu gasped

“holy shit!” you gasped back

the party was silent for a second

before everyone erupted in cheers!! :D

and everyone stood up and clapped

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”

people around you were jumping around and back to partying again

meanwhile the rest of the group came back to you

“are you guys okay??” kai asked

“i think i just shit my pants,” yeonjun breathed, clutching onto his chest

he looked as white as a ghost, but he didn’t get any injuries

luckily, the guy was too drunk to properly do any damage to yeonjun

but he was still afraid at the possibility!!

you merely nodded at kai in acknowledgment, before leaning tiredly on the person nearest to you

which happened to be taehyun, as he kept you upright with his non-bloodied hand

and then there was beomgyu, who ran over to yall with his phone in the air

“oh my god, i got the whole thing on video!!”

“did i look cool?”

you asked him tiredly from your position

“kind of, you’ve got a bit of barf on your chin, but i could probably photoshop it out later!”

“let’s gooo!! :D”

the two of you fist bumped, before yeonjun turned to you

“thanks for knocking that guy out, y/n, you saved me”

“but she was the one who got you in that mess—”

“of course, yeonjun! what are friends for?!”

you unknowingly interrupted soobin, causing everyone in the group to clap at your selfless words

"come on, let's all get out of here and get some ramyeon--on me!" yeonjun pulled out his daddy's credit card

causing the rest of the group to cheer

soobin’s eye twitched at yall SO HARD

“are you fucking with me rn?? SHE’S the reason this all happened—?!”

but soobin was drowned out by your guys' cheers as you all headed for the door

"come on soobin, before that guy wakes up and tries to go for round two!"

kai shouted, dragging soobin along and stepping over the guy that was still passed out

"oh, what the hell," soobin gave in, internally praying for the strength to tolerate you and beomgyu for the rest of the night

"woah wait a sec," beomgyu said deliriously, looking at soobin like he just realized he was there

"soobie boobie? when the fuck did you get here?"

soobin, on cue, gave the heaviest eye roll known to man

"i've BEEN here, motherfucker!"

…..

…and the rest was history!!😅

after that, yall just kind of gravitated to each other until suddenly

your snapchat streaks were too high

you’d gone grocery shopping for each other’s favorite snacks

and your moms all knew abt each other and would constantly ask abt you

yall were in too deep and decided to just kind of stick together after that :)

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iceunhie · 7 months

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How fickle was your love for him? Immediately snapping like the final thread keeping a stitched up rag together... Oh, the pain! This puppet, who never cared to love someone, until you came along... And to throw that away, just like he had been all those years. Ah, such a tragedy. Wouldn't it be a shame if someone stole him from you — hm? Oh, right! You like the Flame-Mane, correct? So you wouldn't mind if someone takes him away from you, and love him better than you ever did, yes? - drawn by yours truly, calc. <3

NO NO NO NO NO OAMDJWJKWBEEBDJDJSNSBDNSKE

how dare you. It's only for a week! besides, if such a man truly loves me, then he should be willing to let go of me for but a mere 7 days.

#mhie plays ebg #mhie rambles #mhie's inbox #🪸 — mhie's asks : calc anon !

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svdlise · 2 years

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pennad CH Roudoù torr ar c’hevandirioù ha digoradur ar meurvorioù

paleogeografiezh zen

Sklaer eo an traoù gant ar ministr evit ar bak, neuze adwelet ha donaat ar pennad rankimp ober.

ha ma fell deoc’h mont pelloc’h ....

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

Istor geologel Europa kornog

Planète-conférences - La géologie de la Bretagne raconte plus de 500 millions d'années

S36P1-2 e distro vakañsoù Pask

Objectif : Nous cherchons à montrer que les continents peuvent renfermer des témoins des cycles orogéniques passés.

Mont-en-dro : Ul labour a-gevred a vo graet. Ur renta-kont nemetañ a vo savet ha kinniget d’ar re all e-pad an hanter-eurvezh kentañ.

Question 1 : Indiquer la stratégie que vous allez suivre pour identifier d’anciennes chaînes de montagne sur des cartes géologiques.

Question 2 : Accédez au site Géoportail et ouvrez la carte géologique de la France. En utilisant la légende à votre disposition, indiquez le ou les indices identifiés et déterminez l’orogenèse pendant laquelle cette chaîne de montagnes s’est formée.

1ére partie : dans la région de Margerides en Corrèze.

2ème partie : à Condé sur noireau dans le Calvados

Question 3 : http://svt.ac-besancon.fr/bac-general-spe-svt-sujet-specimen-2021/ exercice 2 1ère proposition

Montrer que l’étude de cette roche (glaucophanite don’t un échantillon est présenté) permet de retracer une partie de l’histoire géologique de l’île de Groix.

S36P3 Kentel diverrañ ha bilañs

Ur sujed bak dedennus-tre evit pleustriñ : Le passé mouvementé du Massif central

ul labour all hag a c’hellit ober evit kadarnaat ho parregezhioù

istem Genetik hag emdroadur

tennad I Genotip an hiniennoù hag e orin (3,5 szh)

adwelet ar rannadurioù-kellig bet studiet e kentañ klas

pennad A Dalc’husted ar genom en hiniennoù : Stabilted genetek hag emdroadur klonel.

ar pep pouezusañ da c’houzout gant Nathan

S4 P6 Prouadig mitoz hag adwelet an anadennoù. tennañ diouto mennozh an dalc’husted genotip hag ar c’hlon.

S5P1-2 ; Ar pal pennañ a zo da vezañ en e vleud gant meiziad ar c’hlon

le corps humain est une mosaïque génétique

Er program e vez lennet : Comprendre la notion de clone à partir de divers exemples tirés de l’agriculture ou du domaine de la santé (cellules cancéreuses, lymphocytes B producteurs d’un seul anticorps, clones bactériens).

meur a skouer vo studiet ganeomp e-pad ar bloavezh :

Plant donaet a-galz vo e Gouennadur ar plant etre buhez fikset ha fiñvet

Henrietta Lacks evit ar c’hrignoù-bev (gwelet e kentañ ?)

NDM-1: les très sales bactéries de New Delhi Slate evit ar bakteri gant un TA PCR raktreset.

partenogenezenn evit al loened (evit ho titouriñ)

Kompren hag implijout meiziad ar c’hlon ‘ rimp gant ...

https://nextstrain.org/ evit ar virus

acces diwar-benn Stabilted genetek hag emdroadur klonel.

S5 P3 Skouerioù a emdroadur klonel. Jediñ an niver a gemmadurioù berniet en ur babig nevez-ganet. Tennañ mennozh an emdroadur klonel hag an is-klonoù.

S5P4-5 Kinnig ar program hag an deiziataer nevez. Geologiezh da-heul.

S5P6 Sevel gwezenn filogenetek variantoù sars diskoachet S5P1. Dizoloiñ poelladenn 2 ar bak gant skouer ar gen TERT (p30-31). Diell 3 da zielfennañ evit dilun.

S6P1-2 Dielfennañ dre ar munut diell 3 ar boelladenn a-benn labourat an hentenn skiantel evit ar prouad S6P4-5

pennad B Mesk ar genomoù da bep rummad : Gouennadur seksek an eukarioted

ar pep pouezusañ da c’houzout gant Nathan

Talking Glossary of Genomic and Genetic Terms

pennadig 1 Diazezoù ar gouennadur seksek da vestroniñ

S6P3 Adweladennoù kentañ meioz. Adwelet diazezoù ar fazennoù Haploïdek ha diploïdek. Pazennoù ar meioz. Pegoulz ar mesk .... Skouer kevrennad gwad ar sistem ABO kemeret

S6P6 Prouadig. Sevel meioz ha frouezhusadur en daolenn (skouer kg ABO ha sistem rhesus).

S7P1 Rentañ ar prouadig hag un nebeud diazezoù

S7P3 Kentel-diverrañ : ar pep pouezusañ da c’houzout.

pennadig 2 Liested allelek ar zigotoù

S7P3 jediñ an niver a zigotoù posubl / probablentez da vezañ ur zigot resis.

sujed bak 2023 db gevelled

Anomaliennoù kromozomek gant skouer an drizomiezh 21.

Betek amañ emañ ar program evit ar bak gwenn kentañ e S9. S11P3 Rentañ ar bak gwenn-reizhañ ha displegañ. poent trimiziad.

pennadig 3 Heuliañ treuzkas an alleloù er rummadoù

E-red meur a sizhunvezh e vo graet a-benn ma vefe empennet disoursi.

S7P1-2 Kadarnaat ar model gant ar gevrennad-gwad hag ar sistem rhesus. Degas ar c’henemglevioù skritur. Krogiñ gant ul labour hentet diwar ur c’hroaziadur dihibridism gant an drozofil.

S7P4-5 Labour hentet dre strolladoù bihan. Digeriñ an teir lezenn.

S8P1-2 Kenderc’hel al labour heñtet betek Model teorikel back-cross F1XK2.

S8P3 Implijout fiziablentez an disoc’hoù da-heul an TA S7P1-2 evit degas meiziad ar c’hiasma hag ar c’hrossing-over.

Skouer ECE 23-V1 ha Reizhadenn un ECE damheñvel

Ur boelladenn kadarnaat a raktresan goude ar BG

S8P6 evit kadarnaat gouizigezhioù ar c’hentañ klas. Sevel ur chema hag a zispleg ar model nevez gant ar genoù black ha vg.

Digeriñ ar gwallzarvoudoù kromozomek. Trizomiezh 21 a zo ar skouer da vestroniñ da-heul bezañ e labouret er bak gwenn 1.

S10P3 Kadarnaat gwallzarvoudoù genetek. Skouer familh liesgenek an opsin p 53 evit termeniñ ar familhoù liesgenek.

S19P4-5 Poell 1 er c’hlas Transmission d’une anomalie chromosomique dans toutes les cellules.

pennadig 4 Istor ar genetik, skiant an hêrelezh

S8P6 adskrivañ lezennoù Mendel.

https://www.pourlascience.fr/sd/histoire-sciences/du-mendelisme-a-la-genetique-3726.php

troidigezh Levr Mendel

The history of genetics

Crash course genetic

pennad CH Priñsipoù an epidemiologiezh genetek

1 ar mukovisidoz, ur c’hleñved monogenek aotozomek sujed

S8P4-5 Skouer ar mukovisidoz - Labour emren evit termeniñ ar c’hleñved en e holl skeulioù ha liamm ar c’hemmadur phe508del ouzh ar protein direizh. Dizoloiñ kemmadurioù all o tiorroiñ stummoù all ar c’hleñved. Asambles studial an treuzkas -monogenel - sujed - aotozomek testeni vaincre la muko allel direizh boutinañ ar mukovisidoz

S8P6 genoù er gonozom. Ne zouj ket ar c’hroziadurioù ouzh lezenn gentañ ar geneteg diwar mendel. Studial treuzkas ur gen (liv an daoulagad) douget gant kromozom X an drozofiled.

2 Ar studiadennoù er familh

S9P3 Sevel model treuzkas un nebeud kleñvedoù monogenek (el levr). Kinnig ar model dre-gomz. Reizhañ amyotrophiezh bulbo-spinale diouzh ar munut (kendalc’het e S10P4).

3 An teknikoù a-vremañ sekañsiñ, PCR hag elektroforez

Gwelet gant an treuzkasoù horizontalek + TA PCR elektroforez S10P1-2

4 Uvelded, etik ha kilpreder

modelizadur matematikel

un abadenn kuzuliet gant Frank

https://www.radiofrance.fr/franceculture/podcasts/la-science-cqfd/stockage-de-donnees-et-adn-7818206

S10P3 Bilañs klokaet e galleg.

Mais qui donc a saboté la méiose ?

Barbara McClintock

S19P3 Rentañ poell 1 position relative des gènes sur 1 ou 2 chromosomes.

tennad II Liesseurtadur ha luziadur ar genomoù (1 szh)

ar pep pouezusañ da c’houzout gant Nathan

pennad A Liesseurtadur dre endosimbioz

S9P4 Kompren an endosimbioz

L'un des plus grands guerriers vikings était une femme

Adam et eve ont ils existé ?

evit mont pelloc’h ur pennad dedennus teorienn(où) an endosimbioz

S10P4 poell 2 p 74 reizhet

pennad B Liesseurtadur dre dreuzkasoù horizontalek

S10P1-2 Taol-arnod PCR war diskoachadur an antibiodalc’husted.

S10P3 Elektroforez skouer e-pad ar prantad.

S10P4 Implij disoc’hoù an elektroforez evit respont ouzh anken al labourerien-douar e stumm un ECE.

Penaos ez a sekañsadur an TDN en-dro ?

S9P5 studi an evezhiadennoù istorel

Griffith experiment

evit mont pelloc’h

Des protéines d’enveloppe rétrovirales capturées au profit du développement placentaire

Tu mourras moins bête

pennad Ch Liesseurtadur biologel dre wallzarvoudoù genetek e-kerzh ar meioz

S10P3 Skouer ar familhoù liesgenek gant hini an opsin. Labouret e S10P4 ivez.

S22P4-5 Poell 2 e kondisionoù ar bak

tennad III Kresk ar bevliesseurted hep cheñchamantoù er genomoù

Ur bern skouerioù dedennus gant Nathan

le phénotype étendu hervez R. Dawkings

S10P5. Pep hini a zibab ur skouer a simbioz hag a ziverr e-peseurt keñver eo ur genwarezouriezh mutualist. Teuliad sevenadur chimpanze roet da lenn.

tennad IV Emdroadur ar genomoù er boblañsadoù (1 szh)

ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

Diazezet e vez war ouizigezhioù dizoloet e KS. Graet e vo e miz mae.

Tem Korf-den ha yec’hed

Da ziwall : N’eus ket a ziasterioù gant an tem-mañ daoust dezhañ bezañ pinvidik-tre e gouizigezhioù. Deskiñ ingal pep kentel (ar chemaioù dreistholl) a viro deoc’h bezañ sac’het gant nebeud.

istem Emzalc’hioù, fiñvoù ha sistem nervennel

Bilañs e galleg graet e S14P6

tennad I Digoradur

S10P6 Digoriñ an tem (10 mn)

S11P1-2 Labour-pleustrek ha taolioù-arnod a-benn lakaat diazezoù anatomek, kelligek ha fiziologel ar gehentadur nervennel.

S11P4 Reizhañ ar chemaioù ha dielfennañ TA Magendie

tennad II Ar refleks

ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

pennad A Spizverkoù ur refleks

S11P2 ha P4 Dielfennañ an elektromiogram a-benn lakaat spizverkoù ur refleks miotatek war-wel.

pennad B Rouedad kelligel ar refleks akilean

pennadig 1 Gwareg-reflektiñ ar refleks akilean

S11P3 Dizoloet dre ziduañ (elektromiogram) ha dre video hent an ober dre refleks. Klokaet ur gentel en un doare emren (sal urzhiataerezh).

pennadig 2 Kendoniañ mont en-dro ar c’higennoù antagonistel

S11P5 lakaat war-wel an tonus minimom dre studi elektromiogram (jendrassik) ha dizoloiñ aktivadur/inhibadur ar c’higennoù antagonistel

S12P1 Dizoloiñ an interneuron ha displegañ sinaps atizañ/inhibiñ Sevel un destenn displegit mont-en-dro kendoniet ar c’higennoù antagonistel warlerc’h ur stimulus war ar glin.

Pennad CH Natur, treuzkas ha kodadur ar gemennadenn nervennel

S12P1-2 Labour emren; A gevred e S12P3. Un diell evit donaat a-galz dindan :

http://mas.stephanie.free.fr/documents_bh/302_066_073%20trafic%20ds%20les%20neurones.pdf

pennadig 1 En neuron

S14P3 kentel.

pennadig 2 Er sinaps neuron-neuronek

S14P4-5 Kentel

S16P6 test geriaoueg

tennad III Empenn ha fiñvoù a-youl

ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan tennad III ha IV asambles

pennad A Ar melpenn, an empenn, un organ kompleksel

S14P6

pennad B Hentoù an ober

S14P6 digoret.

S15 ezvezañt e vin abalamour (a-drugarez ?) d’an droiad c’hoariva. Labourioù emren a roin.

S16P1-2 ECE dre eduanatomist. Kavout orin ur gwallzarvoud ha tabutal war brarregezh da bareañ.

S16P4 Hentoù an ober hag integradur gant ar motoneuron.

S20P3 Rentañ poell 2 Amiotrofiezh spinel graet er gêr. Adwelet teknikoù anavezadur doubl gant an enepkorfoù. Da betra servij ober ur berrzastum ?

S19P6 test geriaoueg

tennad IV an Empenn, ur organ plastek met kizidik

pennad A La plasticité cérébrale

S15. Un digarez da sevel ha da bleustriñ evit ar (tatatataaaa) “Brezegenn veur”

https://www.digischool.fr/articles/lycee/bac-2023/grand-oral-exemples-sujets-svt-bac/

Ar skouer klasad a ginnigan deoc’h a vo un dra evel : “les AVC, causes et conséquences”.

Grit an enklaskoù e-pad ar sizhun a-benn dont da vezañ arbennikaet. Un test dre-gomz vo graet just a-raok ar vakañsoù. Skoazellet e c’hellfec’h bezañ gant Owen evit kompren penaos o anavezout ha penaos diarbennañ/louzouaouiñ/pareañ d’ar merc’her 13 da 9e30 er sal 3.

S16P3 Test dre-gomz : tremenet eo bet ar brezegenn veur-mañ ha savet goulennoù e klasad amgin

https://www.futura-sciences.com/sante/actualites/medecine-cerveau-fabrique-nouveaux-neurones-jusqua-90-ans-plus-35686/

Petra eo ar plastikelezh empennel ?

pennad B Sustañsoù bredoberiant hag emzougoù sujidigezh

S16P5 Diarbenniñ Kannab THC ha empenn ar grennarded. Ar pep pouezusañ da gaout soñj eo e zepand aozadur an empenn-gour eus e skiant-prenet e-pad ar yaouankiz/krennardiezh. Un empenn-gour a zo plastek ivez met n’eo ket kizidik kement.

S16P6 ar program

istem Seveniñ ur fiñv : Kurzhadur ar gigenn ha produadur energiezh

tennad I Ar gellig gigennel hag he struktur arbennikaet da aotre he berradur

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

pennad A Struktur ar gigenn, eus an organ d’ar molekul

S19P1-2 Diskejañ izili dindan ur ran evit lakaat war-wel ha diforc’hiañ kigenn ha stirenn, nervenn, eskern ... Sevel ul laonennad gant fibrennoù kigennel ha fibrennoù nervennel. Kenveriañ. Kentel gentañ eus an organ d’ar molekulennoù.

pennad B Argerzh ar c’hurzhadur, teorienn ar risklañ

S19P(3) ha P6 Termeniñ an ezhommoù hag ar c’helc’hiad.

pennadig 1 evezhiadennoù mikroskopek

pennadig 2 termenadur an ezhommoù d’ar c’hurzhadur

pennadig 3 Orin an ATP hag ar c’halsiom

pennadig 4 kelc’hiad ar c’hurzhañ

pennad CH An distrofi, kleñvedoù dijeneradur ar c’higennoù

S20P1-2 Studial ar c’hleñved dre zielloù ha video ha dre sujed 58 “l’origine d’une myopathie” adwelet implij anagen

S20P3 Goude bezañ reizhet test S19P4-5. Reizhañ disoc’hoù ar miopatiezh ha klokaat ar gentel. Klozañ argerzh ar c’hurzhadur.

S20P6 test geriaoueg

S21P Klokaat - Klozañ - Diverrañ

tennad II Orin an ATP ret evit ar c’hurzhadur kellig

S20P4-5-6 Kentel teorikel

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

Pennad A Petra eo an ATP ha penaos e zieub energiezh ?

Pennad B Nevezadur fonnus an ATP e-toug strivoù berr

Pennadig 1 Prim diwar koupladur gant ar fosfokreatin

Pennadig 2 Buan gant ar goadur

Pennad CH Nevezadur fonnus an ATP e-toug strivoù hir gant an analadur

pennadig 1 Ur sell hollek ouzh an analadur-kellig

pennadig 2 Kelc’hiad Krebs e matris ar vitokondrienn

pennadig 2 Sevel an ATP en ur oksidañ an treuzkasourioù

S21P1-2 ECE gwenn-gwenn Direizhadur an analadur-kellig gant un ampoeson plant (sianur hidrogen). Diwar ECE 2023 n 59 kemmet. Labour daou-ha-daou e-pad div eurvezh.

pennad D An doperezh

S21P3-4 pennad graet berr-ha-berr

S21P4 Klokaat - Klozañ - Diverrañ

S21P6 test geriaoueg

S21P4 Titouroù diwar-benn ar reiñ gwad, organoù, spermatozoid/ovosit ha mel-eskern. Displeget mont-en-dro ar roadur gwad evit ar re ouzhpenn 18.

tennad III Kontrol fonn ar glukoz, eien energiezh pennañ ar c’helligoù kigennel

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

Pennad A Euvradur, dieubidigezh hag implij ar glukoz er c'horf-den

S21P5 Dielfennadennoù dre-gomz

pennadig 1 Ur parametr a-bouez : ar c'hlisemiezh

pennadig 2 Euvradur ha stokadur ar glukoz

pennadig 3 Dieubidigezh ar glukoz ha perzh an avu e reoliadur ar c'hlisemiezh

S22P1 lodenn deorikel (met evezhiadenn mikrokopek gwiad avu ). Dre ziouer a zafar aes da gavout hag a riskl a stankadennoù e kasan an TA da S23P1-2 ECE 2023 niverenn 43 ha 13.

pennad B Ar c'hempouez hormonel o reoliañ ar c'hlisemiezh hag e direizhamantoù

pennadig 1 Perzh ar pankreas e reoliadur ar glisemiezh e live an organeg

pennadig 2 Reoliadur ar glisemiezh e live an organoù - kelligoù

S22P2 evezhiadenn mikrokopek gwiad pankreas, lakaet enezennad langerhans war-wel,Klokaet chemaioù ha kentel (un nebeud).

S22P3 Kentel stokadur ar glukoz. Perzh an insulin/glukagon war ar c’hlisemiezh - Perzh ar glukoz war an insulin-glukagon

Bak gwenn poell Betek amañ emañ ar program evit ar BG

S23P3 hag ar c’hontrefed - sistem-reoliañ ha kentel.

pennadig 3 Les diabètes insulinodépendant et non insulinodépendants S23P1-2. Enklaskoù dre strollad db an diabetoù ( Roet liamm Nathan evit kemer notennoù petra, piv, pelec’h, pegoulz, penaos, perak, pegement, pareañ ...) répondre par oral aux questions sur les recherches S23P3 Sujed bak poell roet evit ar re a rank ober 1 sujed poell 2.

Istem Emzalc’hioù ha stress : davet gweled hollekaet an organeg

tennad I Gouestoni emober an organeg

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

S24P1-2 ECE 2023 33 jediñ distok-tip, fiziablentez. Implijout exel evit lakaat an diasurted en diagram gant skoazell.

S24P3 Gweladenniñ an UBO. Lenn un destenn diwar-benn ar stress

S24P4 Rentañ bak gwenn dre-skrid. Displegañ an notenniñ hag ar reizhañ. Pouez ar steuñvennoù er sujedoù 1.

S24P5 Kentel stress da echuiñ e S25P3

S25P1 adwelet mont-en-dro opencalc hep skoazell. Interpretiñ an disoc’hoù.

tennad II Gouestoni an organeg beuzet gant an dalc’hoù

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

S25P2 Selaou an abadenn a-us. Sevel ur chema-keñveriañ mont-en-dro THC ha benzodiazepin. Studial ar chanol klor dre libmol. Ober ar sujed bak SVD 2014 metropole poell 2 “Mont-en-dro ar benzodiazepin”.

Tem Dalc’hoù bedel a-vremañ

istem Hinoù an Douar : kompren an amzer dremenet a-benn bezañ emskiant hag oberiant hiziv ha warc’hoazh

Film “l’histoire de la Terre “ roet da sellet e-pad ar vakañsoù-goañv evit kaout ur sell hollek.

S25P4 digoradur- Adwelet an efed ti-gwer hag emdroadur an atmosferenn abaoe 4Gb. Kadarnaat anaoudegezhioù ar c’helenn skiantel.

tennad I Adsevel ha kompren variadurioù tremenet an hinoù

Une brève histoire du climat de la Terre

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan 1/2

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan 2/2

pennad 1 Variadurioù an hin er senozoeg

pennadig a Ur sell hollek da gentañ

S25P6 kroget. Kendalc’het e S28P3

Ur mare tomm aet war yenaat ha gant variadurioù bras abaoe 1Mb

pennadig b Abaoe 150 bloaz

Diazezet war ar gelenn skiantel : Obererezh mab-den a implij mammennoù fosil hag a gas gazoù a efed ti-gwer en atmosferenn hag a gresk an efed ti-gwer hag a dommañ ar blanedenn hag a gas da cheñchamantoù an hin bedel hag a sav kemmoù liesseurt.

pennadig ch Etre - 120 000 ha - 11 000 bloaz

S28P1-2 Sujed ECE 2023 35.

S28P3-4

pennadig c’h Parametroù astronomek an Douar a zispleg variadurioù hin etre - 2,6 Mb hag hiziv

S28P4

Les cycles de Milankovitch et les changements climatiques

pennadig d Emdroadur an hinoù etre - 66 Mb da - 6,6 Mb

S28P5

Spécialité SVT (Métropole France 1) - Bac 2021

pennad 2 Ur maread tomm e istor an Douar eo ar Mezozoeg (-252,2 da – 66 Mb)

S29P1-2 Diduañ ar paoter CO2 hag an temperadur diouzh an iñdis stomatek.

S29P3 (troiad c’hoariva ganin) Kit da sellet ar sujedoù ECE 2024. Pellgargit an teuliadoù evit ar brezegenn veur.

pennadig a Petra eo an iñdisoù hag a aotre ac’hanomp da c’houzout ?

pennadig b peseurt faktorioù a zisplegfe ar maread tomm -mañ ?

S29P2 Sevel ur chema eus ar retrobererzhioù e-pad ar mezozoeg

pennad 3 Roudoù mareadoù skornerezh strizh er palezoeg (-541 Mb da -252,2 Mb)

S29P6 kentel-klozañ

pennadig a Petra eo an iñdisoù hag a aotre ac’hanomp da c’houzout ?

pennadig b Peseurt faktorioù a zispleg ar maread yen-mañ ?

sujed bak poell 2 Snowball earth pe ur sujed all.

tennad II Kompren heuliadoù tommadur an hin hag ar pezh a c’hellomp ober

S29P4-5 er sal urzhiataerezh

1. Ober ar quizz efed ti-gwer er bajennad-mañ

2. Digoriñ houmañ ha sellet ouzh an tuto

Implijit EducSco evit studial emdroadur temperadurioù ul lec’h eus ar bed. Savit ur renta-kont div bajennad, grafikoù ennañ, gant displegadennoù.

istem Eus ar plant gouez d’ar plant doñvaet

tennad O ha IV Doñvadur ar plant

ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

tennad I Aozadur fonksionel ar plant bleuñvek

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

Pennad A Petra eo ur blantenn ?

pennadig a O flas er filogeniezh

pennadig b 3 sistem pennañ evit bevañ e interfas an an douar hag an aer

Pennad B Penaos e kresk ur blantenn ?

pennadig a E-pelec’h emañ lec’hioù kreskiñ ar plant ?

pennadig b Penaos eo kontrollet kresk ur blantenn ?

tennad III Gouennadur ar plant etre buhez fikset ha fiñvet

ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

Pennad A La reproduction asexuée

Pennad B. La reproduction sexuée des Angiospermes

pennadig 1 La fleur des Angiospermes : un organe adapté à la fécondation

pennadig 2 La fécondation et ses modalités

pennadig 3 Relations mutualistes avec les animaux

pennadig 4 Le devenir et le transport des graines

tennad II Produer materi organek a-gentañ-renk eo ar plant

Ar pep pouezusañ gant Nathan

pennad A Ar fotosintezenn

pennadig 1 He fal, produiñ materi organek

pennadig 2 He mont-en-dro, reaktadurioù ar fotosintezenn

pennadig 3 Perzh ar pigmantoù

pennad B Dazont ar materi organek sintezennet

pennadig 1 Sintezekadur molekulennoù bihan

pennadig 2 Sintezekadur molekulennoù bras lakaet e pourvez

pennadig 3 Sintezekadur molekulennoù skor

pennadig 4 Sintezekadur molekulennoù a-eil

ur chema-bilañs evit adwelet

pennad CH Interaktadennoù plant-Loen

pennadig 1 interaktadennoù kenwarez

pennadig 2 interaktadennoù enebour

Tem An Douar, ar Vuhez hag aozadur ar vuhez

istem War-zu amzer geologel tremenet hor planedenn

tennad I An amzer diskoachet er reier S1 da S3

tennad II Roudoù amzer tousmac’hus tremenet an Douar S4 ha S38

istem Genetik hag emdroadur

tennad I Genotip an hiniennoù hag e orin etre S5 ha S7

tennad II Liesseurtadur ha luziadur ar genomoù S10

tennad III Kresk ar bevliested hep cheñchamantoù er genomoù S11

tennad III Emdroadur ar genomoù er boblañsadoù S38 betek ar fin

Tem Korf-den ha yec’hed

istem Emzalc’hioù, fiñvoù ha sistem nervennel

tennad I Digoradur S12

tennad II Ar refleks etre S12 ha S13

tennad III Empenn ha fiñvoù a-youl S14 ha S15

troiad c’hoariva a vo kredapl ar sizhunvezh-mañ. Ul labour emren a roin deoc’h ha sevel hor prezegenn veur kentañ : AVC, causes et conséquences.

tennad IV an Empenn, ur organ plastek met kizidik S16

istem Seveniñ ur fiñv : Kurzhadur ar gigenn ha produadur energiezh

tennad I Ar gellig gigennel hag he struktur arbennikaet da aotre he berradur S19

tennad II Orin an ATP ret evit ar c’hurzhadur kellig S20

tennad III Kontrol fonn ar glukoz, eien energiezh pennañ ar c’helligoù kigennel S21 ha S22

istem Emzalc’hioù ha stress : davet gweled hollekaet an organeg

tennad I Gouestoni emober an organeg S24

tennad II Gouestoni an organeg beuzet gant an dalc’hoù S25

Tem Dalc’hoù bedel a-vremañ

istem Hinoù an Douar : kompren an amzer dremenet a-benn bezañ emskiant hag oberiant hiziv ha warc’hoazh

tennad I Adsevel ha kompren variadurioù tremenet an hinoù S28 ha S29

tennad II Kompren heuliadoù tommadur an hin hag ar pezh a c’hellomp ober S30

istem Eus ar plant gouez d’ar plant doñvaet

tennad I Aozadur fonksionel ar plant bleuñvek S30

tennad II Produer materi organek eo ar plant S37

tennad III Gouennadur ar plant etre buhez fikset ha fiñvet S32

tennad IV Doñvadur ar plant S33

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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1836 Oct[obe]r Tues[day] 4

6 50/..

11 55/..

No kiss A- [Ann] bet[ter] ga[ve] h[e]r h[e]r d[rau]ght this morn[in]g aft[e]r the 2 pills l[a]st night - fine morn[in]g - sun – F[ahrenheit] 48° at 7 50/..

w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann + 3 and the gard[ene]r tak[in]g soil as yest[erday] - Mark Hepw[or]th and Binns (3 horses and 2 one h[or]se carts)

ca[me] at 8 1/2 each bring[in]g a load fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quar[ry] coarse rubble - saw them set to work at cart[in]g

clay fr[om] the court – w[i]th Ingh[a]m – w[i]th Mr. Husb[an]d – w[i]th A- [Ann] till she g[o]t up aft[e]r 9 - then h[a]d her ten[an]t

Bairstow to pay (and d[i]d pay) the last 1/2 y[ea]r’s rent for Wat[e]r Lane mill, and A- [Ann] p[ai]d him the last y[ea]rs

poor rate £7.17.6 tho’ the lease settles that the ten[an]t is to pay all taxes b[u]t Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] h[a]d p[ai]d them!

A- [Ann] will pay no mo[re] - this well und[er]st[ood] by Bairstow now – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 1/2 in 1/2 h[ou]r and took

A- [Ann] her br[eak]f[a]st upst[ai]rs - then at my desk – writ[in]g out mem[oran]da in my rough b[oo]k and the ab[ov]e of today

till 11 3/4 - and w[e]nt d[o]wnst[ai]rs to Holt - he will be here tomor[row] to meet Washington to lay d[o]wn on the

coal-pl[a]n Hinscliffe’s trespass – n[o]t satisf[ie]d w[i]th Booth’s wall[in]g ag[ain]st the engine-pit – wall[e]d w[i]th rough rag –

sh[oul]d ha[ve] been done w[i]th bet[ter] st[one] – sh[oul]d be smooth-faced - the shape of the engine-pit sh[oul]d n[o]t be alt[ere]d –

plumb-lines sh[oul]d be let d[o]wn fr[om] the oak-frame, and the wall[in]g sh[oul]d be true to these – walk[e]d with H- [Holt] to the wheel-

-race, and w[e]nt d[o]wn to the bot[tom] and exam[ine]d the engine-pit - Holt to see ab[ou]t hims[elf] tomor[row] - and to appoint

Jos[e]ph Mann to look aft[e]r it for h[i]m – w[e]nt w[i]th h[i]m to the Long goit to see and tell Jos[e]ph M- [Mann] this –

he w[a]s n[o]t there - told Holt to gi[ve] me a regul[a]r plan of his way that he th[ou]ght best to work the coll[ier]y

w[i]th a calculat[io]n of the exp[ense] of driv[in]g the 2 heads or main-gates - he means them b[o]th to be hurrying

gates. 4ft. wide and 3ft. 4in. or, as I s[ai]d, 3ft. 6in. high, and still says the coal will pay for driv[in]g –

told h[i]m to calc[ula]te if an[y]th[in]g c[oul]d be gain[e]d by bring[in]g out the coal at Whiskum - he own[e]d

3 ac[re]s a y[ea]r c[oul]d n[o]t be pull[e]d up at Listerwick unless I h[a]d 2 pits close togeth[e]r w[hi]ch plan

he seem[e]d m[u]ch to approve - told his own priv[a]te griev[an]ces - all their prop[ert]y m[u]st be sold (he th[ou]ght)

bef[ore] th[in]gs c[oul]d be settl[e]d – advis[e]d his tak[in]g the opin[ion] of so[me] law-man - yes! he sh[oul]d consult Messrs.

P- [Parker] and A- [Adam] I s[ai]d he h[a]d best do so, and, if he h[a]d to go ov[e]r to York for me, might als[o] consult Mr.

Gray - H- [Holt] s[ai]d Mrs. Machan w[a]s gone (to Birmingh[a]m?) to get one of h[e]r d[au]ghters to sign – s[ai]d I

w[oul]d rath[e]r buy the coal w[i]thout the farm - H- [Holt] to try and manage this if he c[oul]d - Left H- [Holt] to go to

Elland, and I stood talk[in]g to Geo[rge] Naylor in the f[iel]d ab[ov]e his h[ou]se – ab[ou]t his horse-feed – ab[ou]t plough[in]g

my bit of the Long f[ie]ld - he will do it at 11/. p[e]r DW tho’ Mr. Wat[er]h[ou]se h[a]d giv[e]n him 12/. p[e]r DW

for plough[in]g out an old lay - says lints (proper lints) sown in March will be as early

as tares sown now and a m[u]ch heav[ie]r crop - does n[o]t th[in]k tares will do on that hill - will

n[o]t be ready bef[ore] midsumm[e]r and the lints will be ready by then – m[u]st cut grass for green food

fr[om] May to midsumm[e]r and can gi[ve] carrots and potat[oe]s till May – s[ai]d I th[ou]ght of hav[in]g lints, potat[oe]s,

and a lit[tle] red clover – fr[om] GN- [George Naylor] w[e]nt to upp[e]r Place quarry - Dobson n[o]t there - Womersley ca[me] to

me to tell me he knew Mrs. Machan meant to ask £2000 for the farm and coal togeth[e]r –

I ga[ve] no intimat[io]n wh[a]t I intend[e]d to do, b[u]t he saw that I d[i]d n[o]t th[in]k the farm cheap at that

pri[ce], and he s[ai]d it w[a]s too m[u]ch - tho’ calculate[e]d that £200 w[oul]d do the repairs and he w[oul]d gi[ve] the rent

he gi[ve]s now w[hic]h w[oul]d be = 3 p.c. viz. £500 for the coal £1500 for the farm + £200 repairs =

£52.10.0 p[e]r ann[um] for £1700 outlay = £3.1.9 3/17 p.c. (£52.10.0x20x12/17= £61. 9 3/17d.) then w[e]nt

w[i]th me to the 2[n]d hole to shew the Lit[tle] marsh st[one] – n[o]t ver[y] promis[in]g - a gr[ea]t deal of baring, and a lit[tle] wat[e]r

at the bot[tom] - the top st[one] want[in]g – on[l]y the bot[tom] lift left – advis[e]d my putt[in]g d[o]wn a sm[all] pit-hole (done

Mrs. Machan’s est[a]te

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by colliers) in the mid[dle] of the breadth and ab[ou]t 10 y[ar]ds fr[om] the bot[tom] wall of the piece of oat-stubble bey[on]d below the gard[e]n, and s[ai]d

I m[i]ght shew en[ou]gh of wh[a]t the st[one] is and be ready for the lett[in]g in a m[on]th fr[om] this ti[me] – want[e]d to ta[ke] the st[one] of me by priv[a]te

contr[ac]t - no! I c[oul]d n[o]t do this – h[a]d s[ai]d it sh[oul]d be let publick[l]y, and so it sh[oul]d - he then bade me

£500 d[o]wn for the st[on]e in Lit[tl]e marsh land adjoin[in]g to Mrs. Machan’s gr[ou]nd where F- [Freeman] put d[o]wn a hole –

suppos[e]d there w[a]s ab[ou]t a DW of st[one] – w[oul]d be b[ou]nd to this quant[it]y and to a term to get it in – s[ai]d I w[oul]d

th[in]k ab[ou]t it - told me Mr. Freem[a]n h[a]d giv[e]n it out, that I h[a]d promis[e]d him all the st[one] I h[a]d - and that

this prom[ise] w[a]s ment[ione]d in the writ[in]gs he h[a]d of the st[one] in yew trees wood - I s[ai]d I w[a]s surpria[e]d at this

being s[ai]d by Mr. F- [Freeman] as there w[a]s n[o]t a word of truth in it - In ret[urnin]g saw Mark Town’s wife –

she want[e]d me to build up - do up the cot[tage] at the East end of the h[ou]se b[u]t I w[oul]d ha[ve] noth[in]g to

say to it – ret[urne]d by Pump lane and the wheel-race, and so[me] ti[me] at Hannah Greens’ - the poor

old wom[a]n s[e]nt me off by say[in]g I w[a]s b[ou]nd in hon[ou]r n[o]t to raise h[e]r rent as long as she liv[e]d

my unc[le] h[a]d s[ai]d she w[a]s to live there as long as she liv[e]d at the pres[en]t rent - I s[ai]d he h[a]d nev[e]r

told me so - and I w[a]s n[o]t b[ou]nd in anyway - best for her to let me alone on this point –

leave ho[me] bet[ween] 4 and 5 – w[i]th Booth and 2 men at the West tow[e]r – Ja[me]s alone in

the hall-cellar the buttery cellar – Ab[raha]m poor[l]y n[o]t here – Ingh[a]m and his man and boy h[a]d

g[o]t the upp[e]r wall of the 1st arch done – Jos[e]ph Sharpe ill and n[o]t here b[u]t Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d break[in]g

st[one] on the new r[oa]d - Sugden and Geo[rge] h[a]d the 2 new horses out in the morn[in]g - Frank cart[in]g

so[me] parp[oin]ts for Jos[e]ph Mann fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quarry and he and Ingh[a]m and c° sid[e]d oak wood in the ev[enin]g –

Bligh and the lit[tle] York joiner mak[in]g 17 y[ar]ds of arch[in]g – w[oul]d be £5 wood and lab[ou]r if I h[a]d

all to find – H[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d ab[ou]t the engine pit – so[me] ti[me] in the stab[le] – ca[me] in at 6 1/2 –

A- [Ann] h[a]d been ver[y] poor[l]y all the day - at 1st annoy[e]d at my hav[in]g s[e]nt John Booth

(1st ti[me]) to Priestley’s Calderdale brew[er]y b[u]t reconcil[e]d aft[er]w[ar]ds – din[ner] at 7 20/.. in 1/2 h[ou]r –

coff[ee] upst[ai]rs and sat read[in]g to A- [Ann] the acc[oun]t of Mallibran’s fun[era]l at Manchest[e]r on Sat[urday] last till

10 p.m. then 10 min[ute]s w[i]th my a[un]t – rath[e]r bet[ter] tonight - asleep or I sh[oul]d ha[ve] gone to

h[e]r bef[ore] - till 11 10/.. wr[ote] all the ab[ove] of today - fine day – F[ahrenheit] 38° at 11 10/.. p.m.

£500 bid for st[one]

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lunasquared · 2 years

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To Capitalist Christmas and a Pretty Awesome Irondad

By @lost-lunar-wolf for @official-wayward-fairchild ( @friendly-neighborhood-exchange ) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, May Parker & Peter Parker Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker Summary: “What.” Peter spat standing in the doorway with his blanket wrapped around him blocking the entrance for Tony. Tony held his hands up in immediate surrender and it was only then that Peter noticed the man was holding a box of some sort in his hand. “Can we please talk?” Tony asked, keeping his voice calm which Peter secretly appreciated. “What’s in the box?” Peter asked, ignoring Tony’s question. “I’ll give it to you after we talk.” “That’s not fair.” OR After some sleep deprived discoveries, Peter finds out that Tony is his dad, and all Tony wants to do is explain himself Read on AO3

Peter walked into the lab after a long day of school. Even though today was a half day because of finals his brain was exhausted. It was finally winter break and Peter was so grateful to finally be done with school for the semester.

“Hey Mr. Stark.” Peter greeted tossing his bag into the corner and making his way over to the car that Tony was currently underneath.

“Hey kid.” Tony said, pulling himself out from under the car and grabbing a nearby rag. “How was school?”

“So long.” Peter complained with an exaggerated roll of his eyes to emphasize his disgust. He sat on the floor next to Tony and grabbed a tool from the floor to fidget with. “My brain is tired, but I’m happy to be done.”

“Understandable. Did your finals go well?”

“Yeah I got a 99 in calc, 100 in physics, and I haven’t gotten my grade for English yet.”

“Nice! Great job kid!” Tony said, giving Peter a high five. “Celebrate with movie night and take out?”

“Back to The Future and shawarmas?”

“Sounds perfect to me.” Tony said, standing up from the floor and holding out a hand to help Peter up. “Now let’s get you a snack before we start working in the lab.”

Peter happily grabbed Tony’s hand and pulled himself up from the floor and was immediately pulled into a hug by his mentor when he was standing. The kid wrapped his arms Tony happily accepting the hug.

“Alright kid, food then we’ll keep working on the car.” Tony declared pulling away from the hug.

Peter only smiled as Tony led him out of the lab and upstairs to the kitchen.

***

Hours later Peter and Tony sat on the couch, Peter had curled himself into Tony’s side as they watched Back To The Future. As tired as Peter thought he was, he couldn’t sleep. They were on part 3 of the trilogy, it was well past midnight and with the movie nearing the end Peter thought he would at least be a little bit tired.

His mind was too awake even though it was exhausted at the same time. If he had to guess it was because there was the excitement of being done with school mixed in with the brain deadness of past weeks leading up to finals catching up to him. Peter knew if he tried to sleep right now he would end up tossing and turning the entire night. He hated nights like these, because once his brain decided he wasn’t going to sleep he had to wait it out until he fell asleep. There wasn’t much he could do to try and fall asleep faster until a certain point. Sometimes if it was late (early) enough if he got out of bed and walked around his apartment for a bit then by the time he got back into bed it was enough of a reset that he could try falling asleep again and most times would have success. Unfortunately though as Peter glanced at the glowing numbers on the oven reading 1:15 he knew it wasn’t late enough for that to work. He could try like he always did, but he knew it was futile, it was pointless.

Peter couldn’t tell if Tony was still awake and to be honest he didn’t want to move in case he was asleep. If Peter accidentally woke up Tony he probably wouldn’t forgive himself. So Peter stayed tucked against Tony’s side watching the credits of the now finished movie play on screen and wished he was asleep instead of being in his head and for sure looking dreadful.

It was only a few minutes later when Peter figured out that Tony was awake. He had turned to look at Peter then let out a soft sigh. If Peter had to guess it was because Tony had noticed he wasn’t asleep.

“What’s up kid?” Tony asked slowly shifting so he and Peter were sitting up a little more on the couch.

“I don’t know.” Peter answered honestly. “It’s weird because I’m so physically tired but my brain is too awake, it’s like I’m wrapped up in my head. I should be asleep by now, but I’m not even tired.”

“I think you need an insomnia night kid.” Tony said getting off the couch pulling Peter up with him.

“What’s an insomnia night?” Peter asked letting Tony lead him towards the elevator.

“First rule of insomnia nights, never tell Pepper.” Tony started off as he and Peter got into the elevator. “Second, they are the nights where I go through any and all old projects of mine throughout the years and work on them until I finish one or I pass out.”

Peter somehow managed to hold back his chuckle about the first rule, this was clearly something Pepper didn’t know about and somehow Peter found it a little sad within the bit of funny. Regardless, Peter was interested in the idea, it seemed like something productive to do on sleepless nights.

“That sounds nice actually.”

Tony only nodded and the two got off the elevator in the lab. Tony led Peter towards a door in the lab that he had honestly never opened before. When Tony opened the door Peter felt his jaw drop a little at the sight of all the boxes that were lined neatly on shelves in the room.

“Each box has a label somewhere with the year it’s from and inside there’s a shit ton of unfinished projects or blueprints. And on nights like tonight when we can’t sleep, you pick something from any box and go to work on it.”

“Pick anything?” Peter questioned eyeing all the boxes on the shelves even seeing some from the 80’s.

“Anything you want.” Tony said, scanning the boxes along the other side of the room.

Peter nodded silently still looking at all the different years on the boxes. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, that being both projects and years on the boxes, mostly just waiting for something to catch his eye.

It wasn’t until he got towards the end of the shelf on the bottom row that a year caught his eye. A small smile slipped onto his face as he pulled the box labeled 2001 off the shelf and sat on the floor with it pulling the top off.

“Lol this is the year I was born.” Peter chuckled, shuffling through the papers in the box with a small smile on his face.

Looking through the box, nothing caught his eye until he came across an envelope. Peter wasn’t sure why that was the thing that caught his eye. Maybe it was because it was a different shape than every other paper in the box, but either way Peter pulled the envelope out of the box and opened it, pulling the paper out, excited to find whatever project was inside.

What Peter was not expecting was a letter. A brief thought of putting the letter back crossed his mind until he saw the name at the bottom of the paper, Mary Fitzpatrick. He quickly scanned the letter not fully processing what he was reading because his brain was so tired, but he managed to pull out a few words like child and yours which immediately made Peter’s blood boil.

“Why do you have a letter from my mom?” Peter spat quickly standing up from the floor shoving the letter in Tony’s face. “And why does it say you have a kid?”

“What?” Tony asked, taking the letter from Peter’s hand. He quickly read it over and his eyes went wide. “Wait-”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Peter yelled, storming out of the room and towards the elevator.

“Peter wait!” Tony called trying to catch up to Peter but the boy was already in the elevator by the time he heard Tony.

He didn’t care though, he didn’t care what Tony had to say, hell he didn’t care what the rest of the letter said, all he cared about was why the hell Tony wouldn’t tell him he was his son. Why did he lie? What was the point of lying?

Peter didn’t care about the fact that it was almost 2 in the morning as he stormed out of Stark Tower with tears streaking his face. He didn’t stop running until he reached an alleyway a couple of blocks away from the tower where he quickly changed into his suit ignoring the way sobs were threatening to escape.

When the suit was on he quickly swung to his apartment thankful that he was at least smart enough even in this tired and pissed off state to put his suit on before using his web shooters. By the time Peter got home he was full on sobbing though he was doing his best to silence them, too overwhelmed to even hear himself cry knowing he would just cry more. To be honest Peter wasn’t even sure why he was crying. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that Tony had lied to him or the fact that Tony was his dad or if it was something else completely.

Peter tried not to think about it though, at this point he truly was too exhausted to do so. Sure his mind was more awake now with the sudden shock, but he was still overtired and his brain was overworked.

Somehow he had managed to get the suit off and curl into his bed wrapping the blankets around himself like a cocoon. He ignored the way the tears were still flowing freely and failed at ignoring the pestering thought in his head, Tony was his dad and he didn’t think to ever tell Peter.

***

Waking up the next day was miserable. Opening his eyes was rough, the dried tears making his eyes crusted shut. He hoped after a night of sleep he would feel better and be thinking more rationally, but he didn’t. He still felt like shit, he still felt betrayed. How could his and Tony’s masterpiece of a friendship or relationship or whatever it was be turned into a nightmare? In all honesty Peter thought it would be cool to be Tony’s kid. Hell he thought he was basically Tony’s kid at this point, so why was he so hurt? Why was he so put off by the fact that Tony was his dad?

Peter stayed in bed cuddling one of his many stuffed animals to his chest trying to do anything to drown out the doubt and rejection running through his head. Blindly Peter reached over and grabbed his phone and headphones off his nightstand. He ignored the who knows how many messages from Tony on his phone and put on his playlist title one of those days aka his stressy depressy playlist. Maybe it wasn’t the best to be listening to music that was on the darker side, but in some odd way it made him feel better. He knew he wouldn’t be able to handle any sort of joyful upbeat music right now.

Peter turned up the music as loud as he could get it hoping that somehow it would help drown out the noises in his head. Though because it was all in his head it didn’t do much and he thought he might go insane if he had to keep listening to them. It didn’t stop him from blasting his music, still holding out a small bit of hope that maybe the music could drown out what was going on inside his head.

He wasn’t sure how long he laid in bed blasting out his ear drums, though he honestly didn’t care. He was hurt, he was sad, and he was wishing at this moment he didn’t exist in the world, wishing that he could fade away even if it was only for a little while.

Peter was thankful he was done with school for the year though it was kind of a shit was to start his break. He was looking forward to spending the first few days of break with Tony then starting new traditions for the holidays that Tony still hadn’t told him about. But that didn’t really matter now did it? No it didn’t… it would be a holiday season spent mostly alone with the exception of May on the days she didn’t work, but Peter couldn’t help but feel the void in his heart already growing. He didn’t want to think about that though, he didn’t want to think about Tony or the things that they were going to do to celebrate. He didn’t want to think about anything really. If his mind were blank for once that would be ideal, but Peter knew that was too much to ask.

So instead he stayed in bed. It was too much effort to pull himself out and attempt to do anything, whether that be Spider-Manning or even attempting to shower. It was too much effort and energy so Peter closed his eyes once again hoping to maybe get a little more sleep.

***

Peter wasn’t sure how long he slept, maybe it was a few hours or maybe it was the next day but when he woke up he felt slightly better. He managed to pull himself out of bed and into the kitchen for a glass of water then immediately to the bathroom for a shower. Not that he thought showering would make him feel better, but he felt angsty enough to sit in the shower and let the hot water rain down on him.

He stayed sitting on the floor of the shower until the water ran cold and even then he stayed on the floor for a couple of minutes before finally getting out. Peter changed into the softest clothes he had before crawling back into bed once again putting his music on full blast.

The texts from Tony once again going unread and a single text sent to May that he was home and fine when he noticed a text from her that she was worried.

He was fine, he told himself as tears rolled down his face, the only thing on his mind being that he lost Tony. He was fine, truly. It wasn’t like the person he saw as his dad was actually his dad or anything

***

The next day Peter had finally gotten some of his emotions under control. He still wasn’t anywhere near stable enough to talk to Tony but when he walked into the kitchen and May was sitting at the table he forced himself to be at least okay enough to talk. He was going to be forced to talk about it so may as well attempt to be okay.

“Peter.” May said soft yet stern as he made his way past her to grab 2 waffles to put into the toaster.

“I’m fine.” Peter said, pulling a plate out of the cabinet.

“How are you fine Peter? Based on what Tony told me-”

“Well Tony doesn’t get to tell you shit because every damn word that comes out of his mouth is a lie.”

“Peter…”

“I’m not wrong because how could anything he say possibly be true if he lied to my face for every damn day since I met him and even before that apparently.”

“Peter.” May said sternly, immediately shutting Peter down. “Did you ever let him explain? Do you know the whole story?”

“Well no… but that damn letter was enough.”

“Did you read the whole letter?”

“Did I read the whole letter? Of course I read the whole letter.” Peter almost yelled, stomping his foot on the floor in frustration.

“So you read the part where your name was never mentioned. Or the part that Mary never wanted him in your life? Or what about the part where there was never a method of contact?” May said in a sort of calm voice that Peter had no idea how she managed to pull off.

Peter only stayed silent as his mind flooded with questions. So Tony didn’t know Peter was his son? But if Tony knew he had a son then why would he not try to find him? Or did Tony only know he had a child and not even a son?

“Oh…” Peter said quietly sitting down on the kitchen floor not bothering to move to a chair. Honestly not even having enough brain power to possibly do so.

“So let him explain Peter, because he’s beating himself up over this. Even if you don’t want to forgive him, then at least hear him out.”

Peter thought about it for a moment before giving a small nod. “Okay.” He whispered. “I can try.”

***

The next day, which also happened to be Christmas eve, Peter stayed in bed as late as he could. He knew he had to talk to Tony but he still needed time. He still hadn’t fully processed everything that May had told him. They had talked a little more after Peter initially found out the letter wasn’t exactly what he thought it was. Apparently May had known Richard wasn’t Peter’s dad though she wasn’t sure who it was. Mary had told May that the father at least knew a child existed though she never shared more with May.

May had tried to take the day off of work to be with Peter, but Peter had told her to go and that he would be okay. It was Christmas Eve after all so he knew the hospital would need all the staff as they were already short a few people due to the holiday. Reluctantly May did go to work only after making Peter promise he would actually get out of bed today. And well Peter almost completely ignored that. He needed to stay in bed. He had to think and he did his best thinking in bed. But when he heard a knock on the door he groaned and tried to roll back over into bed not wanting to get up.

It wasn’t until the person knocked on the door for a third time that Peter finally let out a mangled “I’m coming.” before quite literally rolling out of bed and dragging his feet to the door. When Peter opened the door he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it sure as hell wasn’t Tony. The boy immediately slammed the door and walked away not wanting to see Tony yet.

Time. He needed time and Tony showing up at his apartment was not enough time. Then again would any amount of time ever be enough?

When Tony knocked on the door again only moments later Peter flung the door open glaring at the man.

“What.” Peter spat standing in the doorway with his blanket wrapped around him blocking the entrance for Tony.

Tony held his hands up in immediate surrender and it was only then that Peter noticed the man was holding a box of some sort in his hand.

“Can we please talk?” Tony asked, keeping his voice calm which Peter secretly appreciated.

“What’s in the box?” Peter asked, ignoring Tony’s question.

“I’ll give it to you after we talk.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Maybe it’s not, but I honestly don’t know what else to do to get you to talk to me other than pick you up in the Iron Man suit and fly around until you talk to me.”

“That’s kidnapping dipshit.” Peter stated flatly.

“Which is why I’m going with this option clearly.”

Peter let out a huff before stepping aside letting Tony into the apartment. The boy immediately moved so he was sitting on the couch tucking himself into one corner. Tony sat down on the opposite end of the couch which Peter was both thankful for and slightly hurt by, though why he was hurt when he was the one pushing Tony away he wasn’t too sure. Maybe it was a more subconscious hurt because of how close they were before this mess.

“Can I-”

“Did you really not know it was me?” Peter asked cutting Tony off, which maybe he felt slightly bad for but he had to know.

“No, I didn’t know it was you.” Tony answered, and Peter could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“And you never looked into the fact you had a kid?”

“Mary specifically said not to, that she didn’t want me in this kid- your life. And well as much as it hurt, I respected that. I always thought that someday I would meet my kid, but to be honest I never had much hope.”

“And let me guess you weren’t too thrilled to find out it was some teenager wearing spandex swinging recklessly around the city.” Peter deadpanned trying to keep the hurt out of his voice.

“Quite the opposite actually.” Tony said. “Sure I was a bit in shock, but also I don’t think I would want anyone else to be my kid. So when I found out it was you I was thrilled.”

“Why?” Peter questioned. “There’s nothing special about me. I’m just-”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Tony said, effectively cutting Peter off. “You are special kid, you wanna know why? Because you’re you. Everything about you is special. And whoever told you otherwise is wrong. And I was thrilled for you to be my kid because you’re you. You’re the kid I’ve grown to love over the past months and I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

“Even though I’m your actual kid you wouldn’t change it?”

“No, I wouldn't change it for anything. Because I thought of you as my kid before, you were my kid in every way except biologically, but now you truly are my kid in every way.”

Peter sat in silence. Sure he knew that he was Tony’s kid, but what if that changed everything? What if Tony was lying about ever seeing Peter as his kid and he was just saying it to make Peter feel better? Or what if he was just saying it because he thought he had to? If Tony was lying about that then Peter wasn’t sure he would ever recover. It would leave their relationship beyond repair and Peter knew he wouldn’t handle that.

“Do you really mean that?” Peter finally settled on asking. “You really saw me as your kid before this?”

“Why would I lie Peter? I have no reason to lie, and maybe this will sound selfish, but I have everything to lose. Because if I lied about this I would lose you, and you were one of the best things that ever happened to me. I would give the world for you Peter, hell I would give more than the world for you.”

“And-and you truly mean that?”

“Bud, I would give up everything if it meant keeping you in my life. Things and riches? They can be replaced. People, you, could never be replaced. So yes, I truly mean that, because for you Peter? Everything. I’d give everything for you.”

“I- i love you.” Peter whispered, somehow curling in on himself more even though all he wanted to do right now was launch himself across the couch to give Tony a hug.

“I love you too, kid. Now please come give me a hug before you spontaneously combust.”

That was all the permission Peter needed before flinging himself across the couch and into Tony’s arms. He felt safe here, and he really needed safe right now. The past couple of days had been miserable and even though he was ready to punch everything and everyone he couldn’t help but crave a hug from Tony even if it was Tony who he was pissed at.

“So if you’d give everything for me.” Peter started with a light chuckle to hopefully lighten the mood that had gotten much softer than Peter was ever expecting. “What's in the box?”

Tony only laughed and pulled away from the hug slightly to hand the box over to Peter who immediately looked up to Tony for permission to open it. When Tony nodded Peter tore the wrapping paper off quickly and pulled the lid off the box that was previously enclosed. Inside there was a mug that Peter pulled out cautiously, too scared he may accidentally break it. He turned it in his hands only to see the words “World’s Best Son” written on it in big letters and Spider-Man swinging from one of the letters throwing up a peace sign.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut to try and keep the tears from falling but he knew he had failed as soon as Tony pulled him into another hug.

“What if I had rejected you.” Peter said with a wet chuckle trying to sound sarcastic.

“That would’ve been embarrassing as hell.” Tony answered honestly. “But I didn’t think you would. And well- I know you don’t celebrate Christmas but I thought maybe we could share some of our holiday traditions with each other and maybe make something of our own?”

“That- that sounds great.”

***

That night, after Tony and Peter hugged it out for a bit longer they did exactly what they said they were going to do, start some traditions of their own. Peter at some point had ran to his room and grabbed the present for Tony that he had gotten. It was honestly somehow fitting for the theme of the new information they had learned in the past couple of days as it was a small Iron Man plush with a shirt that read ‘#1 Iron Dad’. He had originally gotten the gift as a joke because he would always make fun of Tony for having really crappy dad jokes, (and if Peter saw Tony as a dad before that was left unsaid), but now it was actually true.

It wasn’t long after that Peter had told Tony about his and May’s typical Christmas eve tradition which was to go pick up take out from a really good Chinese food place and eat it while watching cringey romcoms. So after a quick call to May asking if it was okay if Tony and Peter picked up the food so they were home by the time she got back from work, the two made their way through the streets of Queens walking side by side on their way to said Chinese food place.

“So you guys really don’t do anything else on Christmas Eve?” Tony questioned bumping Peter’s shoulder as they walked.

“I’m Jewish Mr. Stark, so no. And besides what's wrong with a dedicated day to eat good food and watch shitty romcoms.”

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with it.” Tony quickly defended, Peter had to guess the man still felt like he was walking on eggshells slightly. “But I just didn’t know if you guys did some ice skating or I don’t know some other bullshit capitalist Christmas stuff.”

“I mean, capitalist Christmas stuff is sometimes fun.” Peter said with a shrug. “But typically I do that stuff with Ned, like go see all the lights in parks, or get crappy gifts as jokes, but aside from that no capitalist Christmas for me.”

“Would you like to do some capitalist Christmas shit for fun?”

“Sure.” Peter answered with a shrug. “I don’t see why not.”

Tony grinned and nodded. “Alright then kid, I have the perfect idea then.”

“Which is?”

“You’ll find out tonight.”

“If you put on a Santa costume I will use that as blackmail for years.” Peter stated failing to hold back his own laugh.

“Ha ha, very funny, but no, though it will require a certain Spider-Child I know.”

“Now I’m intrigued.”

“Guess you’ll find out later then won’t you Spider-boy.”

Peter only fake pouted as Tony ruffled his hair. He couldn’t wait for whatever surprise Tony was planning for later.

***

It was later that night, well after Chinese food and shitty romcoms, long after May had gone to bed leaving Peter and Tony on the couch in a silence that didn’t last for long and an idea that had them out of the apartment in minutes.

“So decorate the tower?” Peter said standing at the base of Stark Tower with Christmas lights in hand while wearing his Spider-Man suit.

“Decorate the tower.” Tony confirmed while standing next to the kid, while wearing the Iron Man suit.

“And you think this will be enough lights?” Peter asked, staring at the mountain of Christmas lights stacked behind them.

“If it’s not then we’ll figure it out, but let’s get started so we actually finish before your curfew.”

Peter fake huffed but picked up a couple more strands of lights anyways looping them over his shoulders.

“Fine, I’ll race you then. First one to use all their lights wins, and the loser makes the winner hot chocolate.”

“You’re on kid.” Tony sassed grabbing a handful of lights before quickly taking off into the sky.

Peter laughed and shot a web onto the building and started hanging the lights behind them.

***

It took almost an hour for the two of them to finish hanging lights on the tower, but when they did finish Peter made it back to the ground first and gave a few happy jumps.

“Ha, I beat you Mr. Stark.” Peter laughed and Tony pulled back the faceplate on the suit.

“Fine kid, I’ll give you that one only because you made it back to the ground first.” Tony said with a ruffle to Peter’s hair through the mask. “Either way kid, I think we did a pretty good job!”

Peter thought so too. The tower was now brighter than ever decorated top to bottom with Christmas lights wrapping entirely around it. And the best part, Peter and Tony decorated it together.

“I-uh- thank you.” Peter said quietly, continuing to stare up at the tower.

“For what?” Tony asked.

“For a lot of things, I guess.” The boy answered. “But you’re a good dad. And well- I’m sorry I got pissed at you. I should’ve let you explain that night. It was rude of me to just run out.”

“You don’t have to apologize kid, I get it, what you did was understandable. You were confused, upset, and majorly sleep deprived, no one would’ve been thinking rationally in that situation.”

“I still feel bad though.” Peter whispered, messing with his hands through the gloves of his suit.

“Then I forgive you kid, even if there’s no apology needed, I forgive you, because I love you Peter, and nothing will ever change that.”

“I love you too Dad.”

Tony smiled when Peter said dad and wrapped an arm around his kid pulling him into a side hug. “So what do you say kid, we make a few new holiday traditions in the years to come?”

Peter nodded and raised his hand as if he were giving a toast. “To capitalist Christmas and a pretty awesome Irondad.”

“To capitalist Christmas and the best Spider-Son.”

#irondad #spiderson #Peter Parker #Tony Stark #bio dad au #bio dad Tony #angst #fluff #Christmas time #holiday traditions

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seok-jinnies · 4 years

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the surprise call | jjk

jeon jungkook x reader

part two of the “but i knew you” drabble series! next?

rating: pg13

warnings: none!

word count: 352

When Jeongguk called you in the middle of the night, you had half a mind to decline the call. Normally if anyone tried to call you at asscrack of dawn, you would just put your phone on silent and hope they take the hint. However, this was your soft, golden retriever puppy of a boyfriend you were talking about, and declining his calls was definitely out of the question if you didn’t want him to pout all throughout the first two periods tomorrow.

Squinting your eyes at the light coming from your phone, you swiped to accept the call.

“Guk, it is literally—”

There’s a sniffle at the other end of the line.

“Babe?” You said gently. “Hey… what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“It’s nothing.” His voice came out muffled and his breathing ragged. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have called, you’re tired and—“

“Guk, no,” you cut him off firmly. “It doesn’t sound like nothing. Do you want to talk about it or…?”

“Distract me, please.”

You hummed. “Have I ever told you that I wanted to punch you in the face when I first met you?”

Jeongguk choked on his own spit. “What?” He said indignantly. “Why would you even—what? Why?”

Snickering, you continued, “You were so obnoxious, babe. I took one look at you and I knew I would fling you into the sun given the chance. Who the hell even wears light up shoes to finals?”

“Hey!” He said, sounding thoroughly affronted. “Respect the drip, babe!”

“And to top it all off,” you continue, ignoring his disgruntled squawking, “They just had to be the squeakiest shoes in the entire goddamn universe too!”

Jeongguk scoffed. “Hey, I thought I told you to distract me, not insult me! And besides,” he sniffed. “I knew I wasn’t gonna pass pre-calc. Might as well go out in style, you know.”

For a while, nothing was said and your heart finally calmed when you heard his breaths even out.

“Good night, Guk,” you whispered. “I love you.”

His reply came so softly you almost missed it. “Good night, babe. I love you too.”

The phone call ends.

#btsghostie #ficswithluv #bangtanuniversity #btsbookclub #bangtanhq #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fic recs

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virtueangel · 4 years

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limitless.

chapter thirteen.

wc: 2,245. original publish date: october 27, 2020.

"Christ, Jack, what did you do?" Van Gogh mutters. He and JFK are in the master bathroom, Kennedy sitting on the tiled floor while Vincent sits on the side of the bathtub, scrubbing John's arm with a warm rag, fresh blood trickling into the basin.

"Exactly what you told me not to," John replies, smiling.

Van Gogh and JFK sat on the rollercoaster track for some amount of time -- it could've been minutes or hours, it made no difference to them. They didn't talk outside of the occasional, your eyes are pretty or your skin is soft, and eventually they stood up and walked back to the service ladder. They'd gotten lucky on their ascent, managing to avoid all the rusty metal. On their descent, though, JFK hadn't been so good at avoiding.

Vincent takes the rag off of John's arm to examine the wound. There's a small amount of blood trickling out of it, but he can't see any rust contaminating his boyfriend's skin anymore. He gives one last swipe with the rag, smearing the blood from the wound before dabbing it up with the cloth. From the cardboard box on the lip of the bathtub next to him, Van Gogh fishes out a big rectangular bandaid and peels back the paper. He sticks it to JFK's arm, the cut vanishing from sight.

"You got your shot, right?" Vincent asks, an unwelcome twinge of panic seeping into his voice. "I could never live with myself if you got tetanus under my care."

"Under your care, huh?" Kennedy jokes. Van Gogh raises a warning eyebrow. "Yes, I got my tetanus shot," he adds in a more controlled voice.

Vincent smoothes down the bandaid before crumpling up the paper in his palm. "Good," he says before turning away and depositing the wrapper into the trashcan.

JFK bends his arm and looks down at it, assessing the bandage and the damage underneath. He smiles to himself in satisfaction. "You could be a doctor, Vinny."

Vincent laughs. "Yeah, because I'm so gentle."

Kennedy shrugs. "You didn't hurt me while you were patching me up."

Van Gogh turns to look at JFK, his elbow resting on the bathtub, his wet brown hair flopping over his face. The individual strands clump together, sticking to his forehead, his cheeks, his brow bones. He moves the hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand, and Vincent watches with a slack jaw.

When he finally gains his composure, and stops staring, he says, "I'm gentle with my hands, not with my words."

"You're gentle with your lips, too," JFK adds.

A sly smile tears across Vincent's face, and his cheeks glow pink. "Oh, stop that," he replies, shoving Kennedy playfully.

"Ow!" He whines, rubbing his arm in his over-exaggerated way. "Don't hit the wounded!"

"You're insufferable, my boy," Vincent smiles.

"Clearly you don't think so, considering you just saved me from tetanus."

Van Gogh laughs. "Come on, we don't need to be sitting on the bathroom floor anymore. I'm gonna go read." He stands up and heads for the bathroom door, JFK following shortly behind.

"Ooh, when he reads for fun!"

Vincent stops suddenly, and John nearly smacks into his back. "Jack."

"Vincent."

"We're missing school," he replies, turning around.

JFK and Van Gogh stare at each other for a couple of seconds, before bursting into mutual laughter.

"I don't care," JFK says once he catches his breath.

"Oh, me neither."

Van Gogh takes his book off of the nightstand on his side of the bed and pushes open the dormer window, listening to it squeal and shriek against the wind and rusty mechanism. He climbs out onto the balcony, setting his book down on one of the chairs before assessing how cool the air is and turning around to get a blanket.

"Are you going to come outside?" Vincent asks after retrieving a folded blanket from the bottom drawer of the dresser. JFK is sitting on the bed, the faint white glow of his phone screen illuminating his face.

He looks up at Van Gogh, his expression distant. "Hm? Oh, yeah in a second."

Vincent shakes the blanket, letting it out of its neat square before wrapping it around himself. "What're you doing?"

"Oh, you know..." JFK waves him off. "Just... texting."

Van Gogh stops, one hand on the dormer window, an eyebrow raised. "Who?"

John shrugs, as if to say no big deal. "Ponce de León."

"The guy with the weird pants?" Vincent asks.

JFK's eyebrows knit together, defensive. "His pants aren't weird!"

"I'm kidding," Vincent replies. Kind of.

Kennedy looks up from his phone when he feels Van Gogh still staring. "I'll be out in a bit. He just... needs some help on an assignment."

"Oh, because you'd be able to help."

JFK knits his eyebrows together. "Didn't you say earlier today that I'm smarter than I let on?"

Vincent scoffs. "You are smarter than you let on. But how could you possibly help Ponce with an assignment when you haven't even been at school?"

Kennedy begrudgingly switches off his phone, and rolls himself off of the bed. He picks up his own book from the nightstand on his side of the bed, and walks across the room until he's standing in front of Van Gogh.

"Come on," he says. "Let's go read on the balcony."

Vincent drops his book, and it thuds onto the hardwood floor. He winces internally, worrying about the paper cover bending backwards. He doesn't peel his gaze off of JFK to look at it, though. That's an issue for later.

"I'm not going to read," he says, his words curt.

"Are you going to draw?" JFK asks, and he can feel Vincent soften.

Van Gogh can never stay mad at Kennedy for long, not with his watercolour-green eyes boring into his brown ones. "Yes," he replies, his tone lighter and volume lower. "I am going to draw."

John glances at the book lying on the floor beside Van Gogh's socked feet. He nods toward it. "The cover's going to bend back."

Vincent bends his knees to pick up the book, never breaking eye contact with John. "Thanks," he says before brushing past the boy to switch out the novel for his sketchpad. He hears JFK step out the window and rest his foot on the balcony behind him. His phone is still sitting on the bed, the screen dim, but the phone unlocked. Van Gogh takes a guilty look behind him, making sure Kennedy is occupied.

If I could just see what they were really texting about... he thinks, and he takes the device in his hands. He taps the screen, restoring it to its full colour. His thumb hovers over the iMessage icon, but he stops himself before he can go any further. No, Vincent! Looking through your boyfriend's phone is a crazy boyfriend thing, and you're not a crazy boyfriend. He sets the phone back down on the bed and takes a deep breath, retrieving his sketchpad from his nightstand.

JFK is reading peacefully when Van Gogh steps back out onto the balcony. He seems to already be absorbed in his book.

"What class did Ponce want your help with?" He asks casually, still not convinced that leaving JFK's phone alone was the best decision to make.

The corners of Kennedy's mouth pull up. "Algebra II," he replies.

"You're not even taking that class," Vincent says, forcing a polite laugh.

John laughs with his full chest. Vincent's lips twitch. He always crumples under the boy's euphoria. "Yeah, I know. He always forgets that I'm in pre calc."

"Always?" Vincent asks, trying to make his voice sound bigger than he feels.

JFK laughs again, shaking his head. "Yeah. He always needs help with some of the later problems in the lessons. I guess he's too scared to ask the teacher for help."

Vincent opens his sketchbook, and his stomach lurches when he flips past an unfinished drawing of John. He remembers the day he drew it -- he sketched it from a picture he'd taken. Kennedy is sitting on his bed in Exclamation!, his Colgate model grin filling up his face and his eyes crinkling with laughter. His hand is shielding his face, like he didn't want Vincent to take the picture. His hair is bigger than ever, perfectly styled with hair gel. His green eyes are glowing. Van Gogh had almost forgotten what genuine happiness looked like.

"Well, I guess you would be able to help him with the answers, considering you took the class last year..."

JFK shrugs. "I guess so, but I didn't really retain anything."

Vincent smiles at the boy with the corner of his mouth, but John doesn't notice. He's already lost in his book again. Van Gogh shakes his head and looks away. JFK isn't a cheater. He's not good with commitment, but he wouldn't get into something if he couldn't stay in it. But then again, they never really had the conversation about monogamy...

Van Gogh rests the sketchpad on his lap, the unfinished drawing of John still smiling up at him.

"Jack?" He asks, the smallest whisper of hesitation in his voice.

JFK shuts his book, his finger wedged in between the pages, keeping his place. "Yes?"

Vincent swallows. "I think you're beautiful."

Kennedy returns the boy's smile before casting his gaze down at the portrait of himself. "Can I see?" He asks, extending an arm.

Van Gogh hands him the sketchpad without a second guess. JFK studies the drawing, an affectionate smile painting his lips and a soft glow in his eyes. "Why'd you draw it in coloured pencil?"

Vincent shrugs. "I thought it captured your aura."

"What does green mean?"

Van Gogh shakes his head. "I wasn't paying attention to that. I just like the colour of your eyes."

JFK looks up at Vincent, a fire burning in his heart as a similar fire burns in the boy's eyes. "Is that what makes me beautiful?"

Van Gogh looks away, shrugging. "I don't know. I'm noticing a lot of things about you that I hadn't before."

Kennedy wants to ask what he means, what he's noticing, but the boy is turned away and his shoulders are hunched. He doesn't ask for the sketchbook back. JFK guesses the conversation is over.

***

Van Gogh wakes up in the middle of the night, the wind howling through the cracks in the dormer window and the loose latch banging ominously. JFK is sleeping on his back and Vincent was sleeping on his stomach, his left arm and leg draped over his boyfriend. He rolls away from Kennedy, rubbing his eyes against the darkness. Next to him, John grunts.

"Shh," Vincent says.

"Vinny..." He whispers groggily, reaching for the boy.

Van Gogh rolls back over to JFK, giving him a light kiss on the lips. "Go back to sleep, Jack. It's still nighttime."

"So why are you awake?"

"Shh..." Vincent says again before climbing out of bed.

He creeps down the stairs, hand trailing over the railing, his footsteps soft. He walks through the archway to the kitchen, trying to rifle through the junk drawer next to the stove as quietly as possible. His hand closes around the box of matches, and he lifts it out of the drawer, glancing over his shoulder every other second. He walks the box to the kitchen table, where the magenta tapers are still sitting. He strikes the match against the side of the box, watching as it sparks and fizzes before his eyes. He inhales the scent of the sulphur and the burning wood, letting it wrap around his soul. The warmth nestles in his heart, and he is one with the fire. He feels himself burning from the inside out, his internal organs the wick and his skin the wax. He lights the magenta candles after a couple of seconds, his mouth relaxed and his face resting. The flames reflect against the whites of his eyes as the wicks of the candles catch fire and the wax begins to melt.

"Burn," he whispers. "Down to the wick, down to the floor. Take the whole town with you, take the whole world."

The light flicks on, and Van Gogh whips around. Standing in the archway is a groggy JFK, his hair disheveled and the bags under his eyes dark. He wipes a hand across his puffy face, his vision blurry.

"Vincent?" He asks, his voice drowned in mucus.

Van Gogh blows out the candle and the match, and sits on his hands. His eyes widen when he turns to Kennedy, his face flushed and lips red.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?" John asks, and it sounds more confused than accusing.

Van Gogh shakes his head urgently. "I- I don't know. I just felt like I had to come down here. I felt too awake."

JFK squints, but doesn't make an argument. "Come back up to bed, Vinny. It's three in the morning."

Van Gogh nods, abandoning the matchbox and the candles. He follows JFK out of the kitchen, flicking the light off behind them. He grabs onto the boy's hand as they walk up the stairs, interlacing their fingers tentatively. John gives Vincent's hand a reassuring squeeze, pulling the shorter boy in closer to him. They climb into bed and assume the position they'd been sleeping in before, the left side of Van Gogh's body draped over JFK.

#clone high #clone high jfk #clone high van gogh #jfgogh #limitless

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sokkascroptop · 4 years

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i basically live in your inbox aND I’M SORRY BUT!!! i have to go to bed because i have cheer practice in the morning but i was thinking about!!!! jock! y/n and!!!! cheerleader! sokka!! AND I WANT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS! pls <3 -🌈 anon

omfg I do not care that you live here at all, I fucking LOVE hearing what you have to say!!

first of all, thank you for accurately stating that Sokka would absolutely be the cheerleader and Y/N would be the jock

so, thoughts on cheerleader! Sokka and jock! Y/N: (I am literally making this up as I go)

- Sokka knew her for a couple years before he started to think she was really cute. They’re in the same grade and so he’s known her since freshman year but she hangs out with Azula and the girl gang and Azula scares the shit out of him so he avoided them like the plague.

- The first time he ever interacted with Y/N was in AP lit where the teacher paired them up to analyze a text and Y/N clearly noticed how Sokka was struggling to concentrate on the archaic language and basically did the whole thing herself for them with no complaints.

- and despite Sokka always having a hard time with english assignments, he and Y/N continue to pair up for the rest of the year.

- finally, Sokka asks her why on earth she would continue to work with him knowing that she was going to do all the work

- and he doesn’t expect her to start blushing because he’s barely ever gotten a reaction out of her ever and normally she’s so quiet even though he’s pretty sure she’s the smartest one in the whole class

- and she’s like, “well you know how you give Zuko all the answers to his calc homework? well he gives them all to me too so you’ve pretty much been doing my calc assignments all year since I don’t even try to do the problems like he does and I figured I owed you.”

- and Sokka is speechless because first of all he can’t believe that Zuko and Y/N talk and second of all, she adds, “and you’re cute so it’s not hard.”

- so they start talking more outside of class and hanging out sometimes “studying” at the Jasmine Dragon Tea Shop but really they’re just flirting with each other the whole time

- finally one weekend, when the gaang is all hanging out and Sokka is just gushing about Y/N this and Y/N that Suki just smacks Sokka upside the head and is like, “Just fucking ask her out, if I have to hear you simper about how eloquent she reads Shakespeare again, I’m going to stab you.”

- and he does, and Y/N is like, “UGH, finally I thought you would never ask and that I was going to have to ask YOU!”

- Sokka goes to all her games, obviously!! He’s her own personal little cheerleader

- Sokka absolutely carries Y/N around on his shoulders all the time, if the ceilings aren’t high enough for that, he piggybacks her around like a rag-doll. Y/N absolutely loves it because it’s the first time someone isn’t treating her like she’s too tall for something that is usually reserved for small girls.

- He has a trampoline in his backyard and they’ll spend hours and hours on it in the evenings, him trying to teach her tumbling and Y/N failing spectacularly. She just thinks it’s so much fun to be around him, she doesn’t even care that she’s bad at it.

- During football and basketball season, Y/N goes to the games just to watch Sokka cheer. She couldn’t care less about the actual sports, she just likes seeing her man hype the crowd up and do cool shit.

- sometimes, even though the cheerleaders and football players have to take the bus to and from the field, Y/N and Sokka will plan it out that she gets to drive him home from school after the game just so they can spend time together.

#cheerleader!Sokka #Jock!Y/N #modern!traitor au #suki #sokka #y/n #zuko #rainbow anon #this was so cute to write!!!

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Premio di Poesia, Narrativa e Teatro “Memorial Giovanni Leone” –

I valori della famiglia - 2^ Edizione. Scadenza 15/04/2021

L’Associazione culturale e teatrale “Luce dell’Arte” di Roma indice il Premio di Poesia, Narrativa e Teatro “Memorial Giovanni Leone” – I valori della famiglia 2^ Edizione, in onore del rag. Giovanni Leone, scomparso da alcuni anni (Manfredonia (FG) 20/05/1931 – Manfredonia (FG) 19/07/2011). Un premio voluto fortemente dall’Associazione per non lasciare nel dimenticatoio un “uomo di grande spessore culturale”, ricco di una rara nobiltà d’animo, distintosi per l’impegno e l’ardore messi nel suo lavoro di impiegato postale, ma soprattutto per la forte sete di conoscenza che l’ha portato a studiare sempre libri di svariate discipline, costruendosi in casa un’enorme biblioteca, ed il senso di sacrificio, amore per la famiglia che l’ha accompagnato fin da giovanissimo, dandogli la forza di vincere ogni battaglia esistenziale. Giovanni Leone, un piccolo “eroe della quotidianità” amato da tutti nella sua città per il suo altruismo e spirito di solidarietà, l’attaccamento appassionato ad ideali e principi morali ed al suo nucleo famigliare, di cui andava fiero. Ecco perché abbiamo voluto sottolineare il tema “I valori della famiglia”, ritenendolo il motore principale di questo uomo che ha lasciato tanto interiormente a chi ha avuto la fortuna di conoscerlo o averlo vicino.

Il premio è suddiviso in Due sezioni ed è aperto ad autori italiani e stranieri. Età minima autori per partecipare 18 anni; età massima nessun limite. Per ciascuna sezione si può aderire con opere già premiate o non ancora in altri premi letterari.

Sezione A) Poesia e Videopoesia a tema “I valori della famiglia”: si può partecipare con poesie edite o inedite in lingua italiana o in vernacolo con traduzione a tema “I valori della famiglia”. In più si possono inviare Videopoesie sempre sulla stessa tematica. Il numero massimo di opere da inviare è di tre. Sono ammessi anche libri editi di poesia o e-book e raccolte poetiche inedite. Nessun limite di lunghezza per gli elaborati. N.B. È possibile inviare illustrazione o dipinto di propria creazione con annessa breve poesia o piccola raccolta poetica, in questo caso allegare copia opera artistica in formato jpeg 13 x18.

Sezione B) Narrativa e Teatro a tema “I valori della famiglia”: si può partecipare con racconti, romanzi, fiabe, saggi e testi teatrali editi o inediti con tema “I valori della famiglia”, in larga misura opere che trattino qualsiasi situazione e sentimento legato alla famiglia. Nel genere testi teatrali, precisiamo che oltre a commedie e tragedie, sono ammessi per la partecipazione monologhi, corti teatrali e brevi sceneggiature. Il numero massimo di opere da inviare è di tre. Si possono inviare anche e-book. Nessun limite di lunghezza per gli elaborati. N.B. È possibile inviare illustrazione o dipinto di propria creazione con annesso racconto breve o monologo, in questo caso allegare copia opera artistica in formato jpeg 13 x18.

Art. 1: Per tutte le sezioni gli elaborati devono essere spediti obbligatoriamente ed esclusivamente per e- mail in formato Doc, Rtf o Pdf in due copie, di cui una anonima e l’altra firmata in calce con annessi la scheda di iscrizione completa di dichiarazione sulla privacy, breve curriculum vitae o biografia e fotocopia versamento della quota di adesione su Postepay. Il tutto va spedito a: [email protected] per il vaglio della Giuria esterna.

Nell’oggetto dell’e-mail inviata con elaborati scrivere sempre: “Partecipazione Premio letterario “Memorial Giovanni Leone” I valori della famiglia 2^ Ed.”

N.B. Solo per chi fosse poco pratico di internet o non in possesso di indirizzo personale di posta elettronica, potrà chiedere alla segreteria dell’Associazione la cortesia di scannerizzare le opere, inviando materiale al concorso soltanto in forma cartacea nelle copie richieste.

Art. 2: Si può partecipare ad Una o a Tutte e Due le sezioni.

La quota di partecipazione a copertura di spese di segreteria è di:

- 10 euro per Una sola sezione, inviando massimo 3 elaborati;

- 15 euro se si partecipa a Due sezioni, inviando un massimo di 3 elaborati a sezione (ossia 6 opere totali).

Modalità di versamento quota di partecipazione tramite carta Postepay indicando le seguenti coordinate:

numero carta: 5333 1710 4875 7252

beneficiario: Carmela Gabriele

codice fiscale GBRCML77E71H926K

Il contributo richiesto per spese di segreteria tramite ricarica Postepay può essere effettuato in modo semplice presso sportelli di uffici postali e tabaccherie, e richiede a parte una minima spesa di commissione esclusa dalla quota di partecipazione, ossia 1 euro o 2 euro.

Art. 3: Le opere devono pervenire tramite indirizzo di posta elettronica entro e non oltre il 15 Aprile 2021, data di scadenza Premio.

Per chi eventualmente non fosse capace di usare internet o sfornito di indirizzo di posta elettronica, invece, il materiale, dopo aver parlato con la segreteria, va spedito tramite posta raccomandata a:

Dr.ssa Carmela Gabriele, Presidente Ass. Luce dell'Arte,

via dei gelsi, n. 5 – 00171, Roma, (Rm).

Tutte le opere che giungeranno non attenendosi al regolamento, verranno scartate e non saranno più restituite.

Art. 4: A giudicare le opere sarà una Giuria di Qualità, composta da membri del mondo culturale, che conferirà premi ai primi Tre per sezione ed un Premio Assoluto della Critica. Inoltre ci saranno un Premio Miglior Giovane Autore, Menzioni Speciali, consistenti in Medaglie, ed eventuali Diplomi d’Onore, consistenti in pergamene. Non sono previsti ex – equo. Tutti i partecipanti al Premio che ne faranno richiesta, riceveranno come riconoscimento via e-mail un Diploma di Merito personalizzato.

Art. 5: Saranno assegnati i seguenti premi per sezione:

Primo classificato: Grande Targa + Diploma di Merito

Secondo classificato: Targa + Diploma di Merito

Terzo classificato: Trofeo + Diploma di Merito

Premio Assoluto della Critica: Grande Medaglia o Targa + Diploma di Merito

Premio Miglior Giovane Autore: Grande Medaglia o Targa + Diploma di Merito

Menzione speciale: Medaglia + Diploma di Merito

Altri riconoscimenti: Diploma d’Onore

Art.6: I vincitori saranno contattati tempestivamente per e-mail e telefono. La cerimonia di premiazione avverrà nel mese di Maggio 2021 dal vivo a Roma, in prestigiosa Sala eventi, di Sabato o Domenica, nel caso non ci siano problemi con la situazione particolare che stiamo vivendo col Coronavirus, altrimenti sarà fatta esclusivamente via web con video conferenza del Presidente Associazione e dei Giurati, che leggeranno opere dei vincitori e parleranno del Premio.

In quest’ultimo caso, i premi saranno spediti a casa dei vincitori con un loro minimo contributo spese. Ed inoltre ci sarà successivamente da parte dell’Associazione invito ad accoglierli tutti di persona in tempi tranquilli ed in una prossima manifestazione culturale, dando l’opportunità di presentare una loro opera al pubblico.

Invece, in caso di cerimonia di premiazione attuabile in Sala eventi a Roma, i premi vanno ritirati personalmente il giorno della premiazione, tramite delegato solamente in casi di grave impedimento fisico (malattia, invalidità) o motivi di lavoro. Se assenti i premiati, a casa saranno spediti a loro spese solo i diplomi.

Art. 7: Chi partecipa al Premio, accetta tutte le condizioni del presente Bando e le normative sulla privacy per il trattamento dati personali. Per richiesta di qualsiasi altra informazione, contattare il Presidente dell'associazione, la dott.ssa Carmela Gabriele, al seguente indirizzo e-mail: [email protected]. Recapito telefonico Ass. Luce dell'Arte: 3481184968.

Il sito da visitare è:

www.lucedellarte.altervista.org

Pagina Facebook Ass: Associazione culturale e teatrale Luce dell’Arte

Pagina Facebook Premio: Premio di Poesia, Narrativa e Teatro “Memorial Giovanni Leone”

In fede,

Il Presidente dell'Ass.Luce dell'Arte,

dr.ssa Carmela Gabriele

A tutti consiglio di fotocopiare e diffondere il seguente Bando per incrementare la partecipazione all'iniziativa culturale.

Scheda di iscrizione da allegare:

Il/La sottoscritt _ _________________________________________

Nato/a a _________________________________ il ________________

Residente a _________________________ Prov. ( _____ ) CAP. _______

Indirizzo __________________________________ n.___________

Nazionalità_________________________

e-mail ________________________________________

telefono fisso ___________________ cell.____________________

eventuale sito internet_________________________________________

Chiede di partecipare al Premio di Poesia, Narrativa e Teatro “Memorial Giovanni Leone” – I valori della famiglia 2^ Edizione sezione/sezioni _________________________________

Titolo dell’opera/delle opere con cui partecipa ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ che dichiaro essere frutto del mio ingegno.

Autorizzo all'uso dei dati personali al solo fine del Premio.

SI (barrare sul consenso)

Luogo e data ________________________________________

Firma ___________________________

#premio memorial Giovanni Leone I valori della famiglia 2^ Edizione #Memorial Giovanni Leone #concorsi letterari roma #premi letterari #premi letterari roma #Associazione culturale e teatrale Luce dell'Arte #eventi roma #libri #romanzi #teatro #poesia #fotografia #pittura #videopoesia

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carmy77 · 4 years

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Premio di Poesia, Narrativa e Teatro “Memorial Giovanni Leone” –

I valori della famiglia - 2^ Edizione. Scadenza 15/04/2021

Nell’oggetto dell’e-mail inviata con elaborati scrivere sempre: “Partecipazione Premio letterario “Memorial Giovanni Leone” I valori della famiglia 2^ Ed.”

Art. 2: Si può partecipare ad Una o a Tutte e Due le sezioni.

La quota di partecipazione a copertura di spese di segreteria è di:

- 10 euro per Una sola sezione, inviando massimo 3 elaborati;

- 15 euro se si partecipa a Due sezioni, inviando un massimo di 3 elaborati a sezione (ossia 6 opere totali).

Modalità di versamento quota di partecipazione tramite carta Postepay indicando le seguenti coordinate:

numero carta: 5333 1710 4875 7252

beneficiario: Carmela Gabriele

codice fiscale GBRCML77E71H926K

Art. 3: Le opere devono pervenire tramite indirizzo di posta elettronica entro e non oltre il 15 Aprile 2021, data di scadenza Premio.

Dr.ssa Carmela Gabriele, Presidente Ass. Luce dell'Arte,

via dei gelsi, n. 5 – 00171, Roma, (Rm).

Tutte le opere che giungeranno non attenendosi al regolamento, verranno scartate e non saranno più restituite.

Art. 5: Saranno assegnati i seguenti premi per sezione:

Primo classificato: Grande Targa + Diploma di Merito

Secondo classificato: Targa + Diploma di Merito

Terzo classificato: Trofeo + Diploma di Merito

Premio Assoluto della Critica: Grande Medaglia o Targa + Diploma di Merito

Premio Miglior Giovane Autore: Grande Medaglia o Targa + Diploma di Merito

Menzione speciale: Medaglia + Diploma di Merito

Altri riconoscimenti: Diploma d’Onore

Il sito da visitare è:

www.lucedellarte.altervista.org

Pagina Facebook Ass: Associazione culturale e teatrale Luce dell’Arte

Pagina Facebook Premio: Premio di Poesia, Narrativa e Teatro “Memorial Giovanni Leone”

In fede,

Il Presidente dell'Ass.Luce dell'Arte,

dr.ssa Carmela Gabriele

A tutti consiglio di fotocopiare e diffondere il seguente Bando per incrementare la partecipazione all'iniziativa culturale.

Scheda di iscrizione da allegare:

Il/La sottoscritt _ _________________________________________

Nato/a a _________________________________ il ________________

Residente a _________________________ Prov. ( _____ ) CAP. _______

Indirizzo __________________________________ n.___________

Nazionalità_________________________

e-mail ________________________________________

telefono fisso ___________________ cell.____________________

eventuale sito internet_________________________________________

Chiede di partecipare al Premio di Poesia, Narrativa e Teatro “Memorial Giovanni Leone” – I valori della famiglia 2^ Edizione sezione/sezioni _________________________________

Autorizzo all'uso dei dati personali al solo fine del Premio.

SI (barrare sul consenso)

Luogo e data ________________________________________

Firma ___________________________

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also finished @dovefanworks FFXV gala commission (title: carry me slowly, my sunrise) and will be posting that tomorrow!! more snippets, so many snippets! this one is over 10k of ridiculous pining antics, it was so much fun to write ♥♥♥♥

“Hey, Prom,” Noctic said with an air of boredom that was so thoroughly out of place with the chaos of tailors, caterers, assistants, and decorators around him that Prompto was seventy percent sure he was actually dreaming. The Grand Hall of the Citadel was usually as quiet as a monastic cloister, but now dozens of conversations about this or that color, this or that fancy hors d'oeuvre, where should the fifth bar be placed, reverberated around him with the force of summer thunderstorm. “I’m not ready for this exam, dude, I’m gonna end up throwing my math textbook out of the window…”

Noct looked very out of place in his pajamas, yawning and sleepily scratching his stomach while a caterer at a table behind him looked like she was about to cry over the state of the silverware.

Prompto grinned, though his eyes kept flicking to the chaos surrounding them. Noct was like the center of the storm; a bubble of peace in what looked to be the most stressful party planning ever. “‘Bout to go full feral on some calculus, huh?”

“You fucking know it.” Noct groaned loud enough to make the tearful caterer jump, and then he slung his arms over Prompto’s shoulders and groaned again, sinking his full deadweight against Prompto’s frame. Prompto laughed and flung him around, rag-doll like, and ruffled his hair.

“Let’s go do some calc, I-fucking-guess,” and they turned towards the back of the Hall, where the labyrinth of the Citadel would take them to Noct’s rooms.

“So, uh,” Prompto gestured to the storm around them. “Planning a birthday party or something?” He knew Noct’s birthday was still months away, but Noct was apparently either completely oblivious to crying caterers and stressed assistants, or was purposefully not explaining what was happening to be quote unquote funny.

Noct grinned and Prompto had his answer. “It’s for the Gala tomorrow night.”

#naberiie writes fanfic #ffxv #ffxv fanfic #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #idk the ship name for all four bois lol #also #ari veruna #and #handmaiden eirtaé #make special appearances :3c

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kotlc-oneshots · 5 years

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Blind!keefe au

Hey all!!! Sorry I’ve been dead, but writings block kills lol. Anyways I got this idea off of some lame discord convos and uhhh I hope it’s good. Also it’s late and lmao I have no motivation to edit my own writing uhhh here u go. Some mild swearing. Will be Kam if I keep going w it. Lov yall.

*~*~*

Pt.

one

Keefe

I’m lying in bed, of course, when the shrieking of my alarm goes off about four feet away from me. I blink my eyes open until they don’t feel sticky and gross, then grab my alarm clock. It’s a simple thing, a brick with about 5 buttons total on it, probably.

I pushed the button on the bottom left corner, and the loud wail finally ends. I groan and rub my head, wishing the colors and blobs that cloud the center of my milky vision would just come into focus.

However after years of hoping for that, every morning, I know nothing is going to happen. With a small sigh, I go into my ultra-specifically organized dresser.

Today is the first day of my senior year. Even if I wont be able to see myself, I want to know that others will appreciate the way that I look- or, at least, am dressed. There’s not a lot I can do if there’s anything wrong with my face or hair. I wish I could, though- even though I’ve been blind since birth, I still always want to look presentable. In order to do that, my friends help me once every other week to organize my outfits for the upcoming 14 days. It started in sophmore year, when Sophie got the wonderful idea, and it's been a tradition since. And thanks to my ‘photographic (ha) memory’, I always know what clothes I’m wearing. Always.

I’m about halfway dressed when hear a beep from the direction of my bed.

“New message from Fitz.” The automated, robotic voice of Siri tells me.

“Hey siri- read message from Fitz.” I respond, then finish putting on the rest of my clothes.

“Ready for your first day as a senior?” she reads back to me. I automatically change the sound to Fitz’s deeper, more human voice in my head. It’s pointless, but necessary.

“Hey siri- text Fitz ‘hell yeah brother.’” After a quick confirmation of what I’m sending, I go into the bathroom next to my bedroom. I carefully feel my way around for my toothbrush and brush my teeth, then proceed to run my hand through my hair. For a short moment, I wish I could see myself as more than a blob of milky, too bright color, but it fades quickly. I’d rather not think about it. So I finish up in the bathroom, then return to my room for my bag. With a quick ‘hey siri’, I manage to find my phone as well.

After a few more voice commands, I receive the news that Fitz will be here to pick me up at 7:30, which gives me about 20 minutes. I hop over to the kitchen and make myself a quick, hearty bowl of cereal. Being me, I choose the healthiest kind- Lucky Charms. When finished, I smile to myself and set the bowl near the sink- I know my dads at work by now, so I don’t have to worry about him. Sometimes there’s good things about waking up early. As I slip my bag on and go to the door to wait, I remember how lucky I am to have such a good memory, and such a constantly cleanly household. Otherwise, I’d be as clumsy in my house as Sophie is. I grab my cane and walk outside, chiding myself for thinking so much about the little things.

Fitz is there, honking his horn, about 5 ish minutes after I get outside. Sophie yells at him for being annoying, and I chuckle a bit. A window rolls down, and Biana’s voice comes through hollering to go to the back passengers side. I use my cane to help me a little bit, then grab onto the ledge made by the open window. I proceed to find the door handle, then carefully step into the car.

“If any freshman gives you crap today, you have full right to hit them with your cane.” Dex, who must be on on the other side of Biana, says.

“Thank you. I’ll definitely do that,” I respond with a laugh, and I can practically feel the worry in the air as Sophie warns me not to.

“We really don’t want you to get suspended on the first day. So just wait until tomorrow, and give them an extra hard whap on kneecap.” Biana adds cheerily.

“This is why you’re my favorite.” I awkwardly try to wrap my arm

around her head, but fail miserably. My peripherals are even worse than the center of my vision- there’s almost no light visible towards the edges. So I end up hitting her on the head, and play it off by messing her hair up. This, of course, causes her to whack my arm and call me a jerk.

“Alright, dumbasses, knock it off,” Fitz, my best friend of the

past 6 years, yells. “By the way, Keefe, we’re pulling in now.” A knot forms in my stomach. Man. First day of senior year at Foxfire. I can’t believe its so close to being over. The beginning of the end.

We pull into the parking lot and step out of Fitz’s Volvo. I turn towards the building, and take a deep inhale of the crisp morning air. My friends and family always like to comment on how pretty the building looks. Foxfire is a really prestigious private high school, and I know that they put a lot of money into the architecture

and the grounds. It's a pity that all I see is a building shaped blob of its beige color, and the faint blobs of green and other colors that I know are trees.

I try not to let myself think about it.

We walk into the building, and Fitz automatically splits off. He's supposed to help some teacher set up the presentation that the Freshman go to. I love him, but it's the first day of school and that man is already busy. This year is gonna be rough if we wanna keep up our hangout sessions- although, we both did take the same 6 AP classes. We’ll probably study together, when he’s not with his million other commitments.

After a few hugs and highfives, and a few debate friends greeting me, I go to my first class. I’m /not/ getting caught in that crowd, especially with the idiotic freshman pretending that they own the place. Off to AP music theory it is. C118 is easy enough- no stairs, and it's a pretty straight shot to the classroom. Again,

I thank my perfect memory to get me around. I may not know what the building looks like, but I basically have the blueprint downloaded in my head. Good times, man.

First period doesn’t result in much. We all get a copy of the syllabus, and a short introductory reading. I can feel a tinge of annoyance when the teacher acknowledges my inability to.. Uh, read it, but a girl named Linh volunteers to help me out with it. She seemed nice enough. She had a bit of a Canadian accent, and when I asked about it she confirmed that she was from… Minnesota. She was really sweet, and I’m genuinely hoping that’ll become a friendship.

The next couple periods go uneventfully. Fitz is in one of them, and Dex the other so I don’t have to worry about another situation like in first period. And the teachers always let me go about 2-3 minutes early, so I can avoid the crowds- that is, until lunch. I’m on my way down to the cafeteria when I run into… someone. They must have been very quiet- I didn’t realize they were that close to me and coming around the bend. So when they did, we kinda collided. I hear a soft curse when they thud to the ground, and from the shape and sound I know its a guy. I put the cane in my left hand and offer to help him up. I’m not sure what it is, but he doesn’t accept it.

“You good man? I didn’t see ya there.” I laugh a little, because

duh. He doesn’t. I can’t really make out any of him- his hair is /probably/ black- and this agitates me, because he doesn’t respond. And then he practically runs away.

I have no way to identify him- probably a dumb freshman that didn’t want his ass kicked by the blind senior. Trying to shake off the interaction, I roll my eyes and start on my way to lunch again.

“Honestly, today was AWFUL. The second half, at least.” I’m now at Fitz’s house, along with Dex. “I already told Dex about that one guy that ran into me, but Stats teacher was awful. She probably heard something from Michaels about last year- just because I rarely showed up doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing! I got along in that class fine.”

“Keefe, I taught you like half of that course.” Fitz replies, laughing.

“Because you actually know how to do math! Michaels is an awful excuse for a pre calc teacher. Dex, be glad that you got Hex.” I retort. It’s not wrong- Mr. Michaels had been very incompetent. If not for Fitz, I would have gotten the worst grade I ever had in my high school career.

“You know I am.” Dex agrees. “Even Hex hates Michaels, but she won’t admit it. Outright, at least.”

“Ok, enough about horrible teachers. Tell me about the guy who ran into you.” Fitz pipes up, not wanting to be apart of a conversation dissing his soccer coach. I let him divert the conversation, even though I really wanna rag Michaels to the ground most of the time.

“Well, that's the thing. There’s nothing to tell- I ran into him and he fell. Then he ran away, without saying a word,” I say. “I wanna know just as much as you do.”

“That’s cute.” Dex comments, and I shake my head.

“You know what I mean.”

“Suuuuureee.” The tone of his voice makes me hit him, which starts a wrestle between the three of us that lasts for about half an hour. By the end of it, I’m sure I have multiple bruises from falling, kicking something wrong, and getting hit, but I don’t care much. We fall into a panting heap on Fitz bed, and we through half hearted punches at each other that hold no intention. Needless to say, I’m sweaty and gross, and when Fitz informs me that it's almost 8, I ask to go home. A man's gotta shower- and get his beauty sleep.

So Fitz drives me and Dex home, the three of us having pointless conversation about classes and plans we should make. I get dropped off first, and they wait as I carefully make my way to door of my house, not leaving until I get inside. I hear the thrum of his engine as Fitz drives off, then make my way to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I brush my teeth and head off to bed.

I drift off, and my thoughts are filled with a mysterious blob with probably black hair and evil math equations.

#keeper of the lost cities #dex dizznee #kotlc #keefe sencen #sophie foster #tam song #blind!au #fitzvacker #writersblock #highschool!au

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flannelpunkcalum · 6 years

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so like about the fairytale stuff... calum thinking rapunzel’s daughter (y/n) is cute and he doesn’t think she’d ever like him but she’s not the type who hates villains so when she invites him to a party he gets really eager idk just fluff

oof… you got me. i VERY love this concept!!

finishing up fantasy!5sos blurb night with @dukehoods

Y/N shouldn’t have been possible, even by United Narrative Prep standards. She was Rapunzel’s daughter, she should have been distant, untouchable - ivory tower, so to speak. Scary smart, with a smile like the sunrise, she shouldn’t have even looked at a villain like Calum Hook. Most nobles didn’t even meet his eyes, but Y/N - well, she had always been different. Unlike most “hero” kids, she didn’t dress like her parents, didn’t wear her hair too long... she tried to look like herself.

That wasn’t even it. Not only was she beautiful, but she was kind, so he couldn’t have hated her for it even if he wanted to. She was friends with “villain” kids, she was sweet to freshmen of any descent, and he’d seen her pick up litter when she thought she was alone. Calum had never really talked to her - half the time an angel like her had this protective halo of jock-strap princes, despite her insistence on slipping away to see her friends. But she was in a few of his classes - he’d spent half of calc staring at the back of her head, wondering if her hands would be soft in his every time she raised them to answer a question.

So, yeah, he liked her a little.

He was hanging out outside when it happened. It was lunch; Michael was trying to throw grapes into Ashton’s mouth, and Luke, Cinderella’s boy, had tagged along for one of the first times and was trying to start a jam sesh in the quad. Calum nodded along every time the prince attempted Wonder Wall, but he was mostly keeping to himself. That was why he was the first one to see her coming across the quad. He kicked Ashton in the leg, almost making him choke on a grape. “Guys,” He warned, and that shut Luke up just as Y/N reached them.

“Hey guys!” She waved, almost awkwardly. It was adorable. “Ash,” she said, and even the son of the evil queen- uh, the Lady Tremaine- turned to her like a sunflower to the sun. “Mel wanted to know if you were gonna be coming to the good homecoming party.”

When Ashton nodded, Calum tried not to feel too jealous. Ash kind of had an in with the good kids - his mother was related to a bunch of royals and nobles. If Calum’s father hadn’t been so crazy, he would just be the son of a sailor - a pirate, no less.

Y/N didn’t walk away immediately; she gave each of them a long look. Calum met her gaze evenly when it fell on him, raising his eyebrows slightly. He couldn’t imagine what she found so interesting. “You guys should all come.” She said finally, tearing her eyes away. “Like, unless you want to snort jungle juice in Junior’s room, or whatever. Eric and Flo keep threatening to get wine drunk and watch Planet Earth, but if you guys show up we might actually be able to pretend to be cool for a night.”

Calum couldn’t keep from nodding, despite himself. Big hoco parties were usually “hero” territory, but if Y/N was involved in this, he knew she’d keep the two classes from brawling. She, of course, didn’t miss it. “Yeah?” She grinned, glancing at each one of them. “Wicked. I’ll tell Mel. Ash, Luke, Mikey, and - Caleb, right? No, that’s wrong,” she said immediately.

“Calum.”

Her smile was even sweeter when he was the direct target. “Calum. Right. You know where our room is, right? I’ll text you!” She said as she headed back towards the school.

Calum didn’t even get the chance to watch her walk away before Ashton was leaning over, slugging him on the arm. “Caleb, you looked pretty psyched.” He teased.

“Don’t go just to trash her place, Y/N’s good people.” Luke said. His face was almost too cherubic to look threatening, but the way his shoulders shifted in his jean jacket would have scared him out of any mischief he may have been planning.

But he wouldn’t. Just because his father was a maniac didn’t mean - “Back off, your highness.” Calum frowned.

“If there’s anyone you should be worried about, it’s me.” Michael piped up, reaching for the grapes with a sharp-toothed grin. His mother had been a right-hand woman to some lord, but Michael had the ambition to become more.

Calum hoped he didn’t, though, or at least not before Y/N’s party. “Don’t you fuckin’ try it, mate.” He said, sitting up a little straighter. “She’s - she’s in my maths, she’s a sweetheart. And Mel’s not so stuck up, so don’t rag on her, either.” He added quickly.

“Well, don’t bite my head off.” Mikey drawled, hitting Calum with a grape to the cheek. He tossed a snack wrapper back at him, and the tension dissolved back into easy chaos. But for the rest of the afternoon, Cal couldn’t shake the memory of how she’d smiled at him, tried to remember his name.

He was in deep, he knew. Obsession had ruined his father, it ran in the family, and Y/N... he couldn’t waste his days chasing after her. He’d tear them both apart, if the football team didn’t get him first.

But it was one party, and there was no way that she could actually be that... well, perfect. Seeing her outside of school, he’d probably see the cracks in her facade, he’d shake this little crush, and he’d finally be able to focus in calculus again.

It sounded so easy when he put it that way. However, destiny had never been on his side.

#Anonymous #this is short and sweet but i'd love to do a part 2 in the next few days #the end of my first blurb night!!!!! alas #calum hood blurb #ch blurb #fantasy!5sos night #fairytale!5sos night

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lesbianfreyja · 6 years

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Mac and den fighting over the last cigarette and decide to share it (begrudgingly) but they’re gay

It’s cold and rainy when hepushes out of the gym. All the dirt on the track field in front of him looksdark as mud from the shadows of the thick thunderstorm overhead, but no rainhas broken yet and it’s still dry on his sneakers when he crosses toward thefootball field.

He’s lucky it’s dark out fromthe impending storm, because most of the teachers draw the shades across thewindows on days like this and no one will be looking out to notice him skip class. Mac can’t afford any moredetentions. His guidance counselor is already threatening to hold him back,although Mac thinks bitterly that it won’t make him any more likely to get tocollege. So what if he can’t graduate this year? He still doesn’t have the grades, or theambition.

A list of things that MacMcDonald does possess:

His dog, Poppins, who he rescued from the street one day and who answers to nobody else.

About thirty cents, in his back pocket.

The spot under the bleachers where he sells weed, where no one ever goes except to buy from him.

It’s there that he heads now, because there won’t be anyone out in the field, not with the rain about to come. He slips in just long enough to get his pack of Camels and the lighter he stores there before he ducks out to find better cover. He heads to the dugout instead to light up and to escape the downpour when it comes.

But it’s not empty after all. Tucked into the corner on the bench, feet kicked up to rest against the metal fence, Dennis Reynolds is sitting sprawled out and watching the sky.

He looks over when Mac comes in.

“Hey,” he says. His feet fall to the ground as he sits up. His eyes zero in on the pack in Mac’s hand, and he waves around the cigarette he’s already smoking. It’s barely burned; he must have just lit it. “Hope you don’t mind, I went through your stuff. Don’t bother trying to light up. I took the last one.”

Mac opens the pack anyway, to check, but Dennis is telling the truth; it’s empty. Mac throws it to the ground and steps on it as he walks over to Dennis.

“You dick,” he says, throwing himself down next to his friend. He sits so close that their thighs are touching, every inch of the outside of their jeans pressed together tight. “You steal from me, and it’s the last one? There’s no honor in that, bro. You’d have a fit if I did it that to you.”

Dennis glares at him. “I don’t have ‘fits,’ I have reasonable arguments with unreasonable people.”

Mac rolls his eyes. He saw Dennis crying and yelling last week because Dee wouldn’t buy him a dime bag when she picked up from Mac. Whatever. It’s no use saying it, because Dennis will never look himself straight in the mirror, even if someone else holds the glass up for him.

“Whatever,” Mac says. He reaches out, index and middle finger parted to make room for Dennis to slot the cigarette in between. “Give me a drag, at least, considering it’s mine.”

“No,” Dennis says. Smoke billows out of his mouth when he talks. “I got to it fair and square.”

“C’mon, man, I’m having a shitty day,” Mac complains, his hand falling back into his lap. “I failed the math test - I knew I should have called in a bomb threat. And Chrissy Orlando told me to fuck off when I asked her out. And, Mom didn’t have enough money for lunch for me today, so I’m fucking starving. I want to stave off the shakes.”

“Dude, Chrissy Orlando is way out of your league,” Dennis laughs. He has the sense to keep the cigarette firmly in the hand not near Mac, so he can’t easily snatch it away. Mac glares at him. “Also, you’re gonna fail calc even if you get 100s on every exam from now until the end of the semester, so it doesn’t matter.”

Mac crosses his arms. “Fuck you. What gives you the right to my shit?”

Dennis leans in close, teeth showing, but he couldn’t really call it a smile.

“Because I own everything you have,” Dennis says, and he stays there with a cheeky look for a long few seconds before he pulls away.

“No you don’t,” Mac says. He ticks them off on his fingers. “My bike. My dog. My signed Bowie t-shirt. Erica Cassidy’s virginity.”

Dennis laughs at the last one, but he quickly sobers, shaking his head and taking another long drag.

“I do, though,” Dennis says, looking at him squarely. “And you own everything of mine. It’s only fair, right? What else are best friends for?”

“If that’s true, then give me half of your fucking cigarette,” Mac says.

As he chuckles, Dennis is looking at Mac like he’s proud. He doesn’t give it to him outright, but he lifts the hand holding it up to Mac’s face. Mac looks at Dennis for a long moment before he leans in and wraps his lips around the filter. He closes his eyes when he breathes in, but he can feel Dennis watching him steadily, unblinking. The heat of his thigh pressed to Mac’s is even warmer than the flame and ash tickling down his throat.

Mac leans back, and Dennis pulls his hand away. Mac opens his eyes into Dennis’s and breathes out slowly, feeling like he’s exhaling smoke from the very bottom of his lungs.

“That’ll give you a buzz,” Dennis says.

Mac laughs, shaky. “That’s the plan.”

“I should have rolled my own,” Dennis says, “mixed pot in it. If I had known you were having a bad day.”

There’s something warm in Mac’s chest, hovering there like a lantern, and he doesn’t think it’s the nicotine.

“That’s okay,” he says quietly.

“But you can’t shotgun a cigarette,” Dennis says.

And Dennis’s eyes are still on him, boring into him. The lantern in him heaves and brightens. Outside the dugout, the sky opens and the rain begins to fall.

“Can I come over later?” Mac says. “I don’t want to go home after Dad got picked up again. Mom is…”

Dennis snorts, rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve met your mom,” he says, bumping his shoulder into Mac’s. “Sure thing, buddy. Stay as long as you like.”

“Thanks.”

There’s an impulse in him to put his head on Dennis’s shoulder, put an arm around him, ask him to do - something. He doesn’t know what, exactly. But it seizes him like an ache with fingers dug into Mac’s skin, and it shakes him. He wants, he wants, he wants.

Dennis holds up the cigarette again, and this time Mac keeps his eyes open when he breathes it in. Dennis’s gaze still doesn’t waver, even when it’s met and challenged. Or maybe, Mac thinks as the smoke starts to work on his head, it isn’t competition that they’re holding between them after all. The lantern sparks, the fire in it growing tendrils that reaches out in Dennis’s direction. Mac releases the cigarette and breathes out.

Dennis doesn’t take his turn. He doesn’t move away, either, and neither does Mac. They just sit there close together, like a quivering string pulled out tight and poised to snap.

“Do you feel like skipping last period?” Dennis says. Despite the rain beating down on the ground outside, Mac feels like he can’t hear anything else except the sharp sounds of their increasingly ragged breathing, and his own pounding heartbeat.

“Where the fuck else are we gonna go in this?” Mac spits, and Dennis throws the end of the cigarette to the ground. He pulls him in on the same movement and kisses him hard.

#[chanting] repression! repression! repression! repression!#thank youuuu!!!! ily #mac x dennis #iasip fic #fic stuff #fic #iasip #anon #ask #drabble tag

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zoemurph · 6 years

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to have a friend, chapter 10: $233

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

haha im dying!

thank you for being patient. i have one essay left, a group project (that includes another essay :P), a final quiz, a flash fiction piece, and a final. and i'm done with my first semester of college? i'm actually...taking next semester off so...probably more consistent updates after this. phew. oh and i won nano? wild

i'm exhausted and genuinely don't like at least 75% of this chapter, but it's done. please please p l e a s e read the end notes for a little disclaimer thanks

warnings: anxiety, depression, panic attacks, let me know if any other warnigns should be added

enjoy~

Sometimes Connor has the really strong urge to hold Evan’s hand.

It’s a weird feeling. This desire to just reach out and take Evan’s hand in his own and not even say anything, just hold it.

Sometimes Connor thinks that romantic feelings are bullshit. Especially when it’s seven in the morning and Evan sees him waiting by the locker and lights up like the goddamn sun and Connor’s stomach tries to become an Olympic gymnast.

Like right now.

Evan stands next to Connor, their arms almost touching, as he talks to Alana. They’re still trying to figure out a name for their club, because for whatever reason, Alana refuses to use The Fuck Project.

Jared thinks it’s hilarious, which has somehow worked against the name.

Alana is going on about the details. Evan nods, and he probably knows what’s going on, but Connor’s zoned out. Alana has this in the bag and also Connor isn’t actually involved in their little pet project. Even if the initial idea did come from Alana being way too fucking nosy.

She’s nice when she’s not picking Connor’s brain.

So Alana and Evan talk and Connor stands and people pass them and time until the next class starts ticks down and down and down. It’s a nice moment. Weirdly calm. For once, Connor doesn’t feel entirely awful, despite where he is and everything about himself.

He still wants to hold Evan’s hand.

It’s not like Connor actively tries to think about it. The opposite, in fact. As soon as thoughts about dating Evan pop up, he shoves them to the very back of his brain. He quarantines them away in the darkest corners, because thinking about it hurts.

Evan has made himself a constant in Connor’s life. But a temporary constant. Which is weird and annoying and tiring. Sometimes Connor’s emotions bubble up inside him and threaten to spill out and then Evan will give him this look when Connor pays him and everything just vanishes. Evan looks at Connor and all Connor’s thoughts shrink back and go ‘fuck never mind’.

That doesn’t mean that he’s actually good about not thinking it. He’s getting worse, actually. It’s turning into a mild problem.

Evan can just look at Connor and Connor’s heart will flip and his mind will be consumed with ‘holy fuck I would date the shit out of him’.

He would. Connor has absolutely zoned out staring at Evan on multiple occasions. He keeps passing it off as being tired and honestly it’s a miracle that Evan hasn’t started asking about Connor’s sleep schedule— which is a disaster but isn’t why Connor keeps staring Evan.

Connor keeps staring at Evan because his brain is a fucking traitor and likes to think about what it would be like to kiss Evan.

Of all the boys to fall in love with, Connor had to go and fall in love with Evan Hansen.

Connor checks his phone under his desk. It’s been facedown on his desk — he’s making an attempt in calculus because he’s doing a really shit job right now and he has to pass because he literally cannot spend a day longer in this hellscape than he has to — but he can see the screen lighting up repeatedly.

From: Ev To: Connor AR eyou in clasright no w Of cours e youre in c alss where els e wi oudl you b Im so ryrcan you g et out ?

Connor squints at the board. There are x’s and t’s and some other bullshit that he doesn’t understand. A lot of lines and marks.

Fuck.

He opens another conversation.

From: dickbag To: assface you any good at calc?

Jared replies surprisingly fast. Actually, not so surprisingly. Connor is actually not surprised at all that Jared uses his phone in class.

From: assface To: dickbag ive got a mean b in calc bc y

Connor raises his hand and asks to go to the bathroom. The teacher waves him out the door and keeps teaching.

From: assface To: dickbag i have to do something and i need to not fail you willing to tell me what the fuck is happening?

From: Connor To: Ev where are you? got out of class

Connor heads to the bathroom, because he’s already on the third floor and that’s where Evan was last time. And it’s the closest bathroom. His phone buzzes in his hand as he hurries through the hall and he tries not to groan when it’s just Jared.

From: dickbag To: assface no promises but i can try dont know y ur coming to me lmao also i charge $10/hr

From: assface To: dickbag fine but youre a dick

Connor pushes the bathroom door open. The lights are on, someone’s been in here in the past ten minutes, but the bathroom is empty. He drags his hand through his hair and catches a look at himself in the mirror.

Wow. He looks like shit.

Connor rubs his face and checks his phone again. It’s been buzzing, but it’s just been Jared.

From: dickbag To: assface not news whats so important that ur running out of class?? o shit drugs? 420 blaze it i dont kno weed culture

As Connor scrolls through Jared’s messages, a text from Evan pops up on the top of his screen.

From: Ev To: Connor J aanito s clostesecond follr

Connor runs into a wide eyed freshman as he hurries out of the bathroom and swings around a corner to get to the stairs. He only vaguely knows where that closet it, because he’s never had a reason to pay attention to it. Janitor’s closets are usually locked and it’s not like Connor is observant when it comes to his surroundings.

He skips the last few steps and just jumps down to the landing, slowing to a fast walk as he searches the hallway for the janitor’s closet. He finds it tucked into a corner between two classrooms. He glances up and down the hallway before he knocks softly. He tries the handle and knocks again before he pulls the door open.

“Evan?” he asks softly into the darkened closet. Light from the hallway spills into the darkness, barely brushing Evan’s shoes. Evan is huddled into the corner furthest away from the door, squished between shelves, on the ground with his knees pulled to his chest and his arms covering his head.

Connor stares for a minute, listening to Evan’s ragged breathing, before he steps into the closet. He turns on his phone’s flashlight and covers it with his hand before pulling the door closed. He lets some light slip through his fingers and finds a bottle of Windex on one of the shelves. He puts his phone under it and the room glows blue. Maybe life hacks aren’t always as shitty as they seem.

Connor sits down on the floor next to Evan. “Ev,” he whispers. “Can I help?”

Evan doesn’t look up. After a few seconds he stops holding on to his hair so tightly and holds a shaking hand out to Connor. Connor takes it. Almost immediately, Evan’s hand clenches around Connor’s, squeezing Connor’s fingers tightly. Connor moves over so the position is less awkward and lightly squeezes Evan’s hand back.

Connor sits and waits, because he doesn’t really know what else to do. He watches Evan’s breathing and tries not to let his mind wander too much, because it’s too early in the day for any of that shit.

Evan loosens his grip on Connor’s hand and the tension seems to run out of his body. He sags against the wall and slowly lifts his head from his knees. He pulls his hand away. “S-sor-sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Connor says. His voice sounds weirdly rough. He clears it and stretches out his fingers.

Evan stares at them. “I— i-if I hurt your…your hand I didn’t mean to I just—”

“You didn’t,” Connor interrupts quickly. “See?” He wiggles his fingers. “Work just fine.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Do you…uh, want to talk about it?”

Evan makes a strangled sound. “N-nothing to… I mean there’s always—” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “D-dr. Sherman always says that— that there’s something? And I just don’t u-understand what so I’m…supposed to process it. But I just…”

“I think it’s a fucking lot to ask you to process shit right after a panic attack,” Connor says flatly.

Evan shrugs helplessly. “I don’t— I-I forget. I forget what I’m— what I feel in the moment a-and what I was thinking and then when she asks what was going through my mind I can’t tell her and then I feel worse and like a failure and I think I’m supposed to be getting better because I go to therapy and I take meds and—” Evan cuts himself off to take a deep breath. “It takes time,” Evan says softly. “It takes time. It takes time and it’ll get better it just—”

“Takes time?” Connor asks.

Evan smiles at him weakly. “Y-yeah.”

The bell rings, slightly muffled. Evan goes tense.

Connor thinks about his calculus teacher. She probably won’t be thrilled that he skipped out on the rest of class, but whatever. Maybe he’ll do homework for once and try to get back on her disinterested side.

“Your mom is working right now, isn’t she?” Connor asks slowly.

Evan nods. “Yeah, she’s a-always working. Pretty much.”

“We’ve still got three classes to get through.” Connor bumps their knees together. “Can you hide out in the nurse’s office or something? I’d say just leave, but…” Evan shakes his head. “Yeah, exactly. I don’t know shit about doing things the ‘right’ way.”

“I’ll…be okay,” Evan says.

Connor stares at him.

“It’s-it’s really fine,” Evan insists.

“Ev—”

“I’ve done it before, it’s not a big… I’ll just— it’s okay, really.”

“You aren’t taking the bus home today,” Connor says. He gets to his feet and takes the Windex off of his phone. “Light warning.” Evan covers his eyes. Connor flicks the light on and winces in the brightness before shutting off his flashlight. He slides his phone into his pocket and offers Evan his hand.

Evan takes it and lets Connor haul him to his feet. “Y-you don’t have to—”

“Fuck the bus,” Connor interrupts. “Zoe has a perfectly good car.”

Evan blinks. “Doesn’t she have rehearsal today?”

“How do you know my sister’s schedule better than I do?” Connor opens the door of the closet and peers out into the hallway. They have to be careful, because high school is fucking hell. Most people won’t give a shit and don’t pay attention to shit, but all it takes is one person assuming something. When no one is looking, he steps out of the closet and pulls Evan along, walking away from the closet quickly and melting into the thinning crowd. “So what if we have to wait for her to get out, just hang around with me for a little bit.”

As soon as Connor says it, his stomach twists. “I don’t have any today but—”

Evan stops walking, yanking Connor back a bit. They’re still holding hands. Connor pulls his away and puts his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“D-don’t,” Evan says.

Connor furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“You’re already— you’re doing me a favor by…by driving me home. So you don’t have to…” Evan gestures with his hands. “Debt paid. It’s— you’re fine.” Connor stares at him. “I— okay.”

Evan takes a step back. “I have to… I have class. I’ll see you after.” He spins on his heel and walks down the hallway, dodging other students before disappearing around a corner.

—«·»—

Connor drops into his seat in the back of AP Literature and puts his head down on his desk.

He needs to think about something — anything — other than Evan. Evan is supposed to be the one who thinks himself into an anxious spiral, not Connor. And Connor can’t help but feel like something is horribly wrong.

But, fuck, he wouldn’t stop their arrangement for anything. He’ll keep paying Evan to put up with him in the halls for as long as he possibly can, just to see Evan smile.

He wants to see Evan smile today. Anything other than the empty expression he had on his face when he walked away from Connor earlier.

Alana sits down next to Connor. Sometimes Connor forgets him and Alana talk now, even if it’s only because she’s Evan’s friend and probably thinks this is a good way to keep tabs on Evan. All she’s ever wanted from Connor is information, anyway.

Connor stares out the window at the icy field hockey field spread out in front of the school as the teacher starts the lesson. Something about the essay they have due in a few days at midnight.

Alana hands over her essay, printed and typed, five pages long double spaced and stapled in the corner. “It’s just a rough draft,” she says.

Connor blinks at the paper. “Uh…were we supposed to…”

She shakes her head. “No, we just needed to have an outline today.” She adjusts her glasses and opens a notebook. “But if you didn’t—”

“I did,” Connor says quickly. He actually did for once. “Here.” He pulls out his notebook and flips through pages and pages of shitty sketches to the section where he just stuffs any loose papers he’s handed. He pulls out the outline and smooths it out a little. “Don’t expect anything.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Alana says as she takes it from him.

Connor squints at her. “I did this while high so it’s either a brilliant disaster or just a fucking mess.”

Alana grins. “I hope it’s a brilliant disaster.”

“Probably not.”

She just shrugs and pulls out a pen, tapping it on her notebook as she skims over the outline. Connor turns to Alana’s essay and starts reading. Alana likes words and complex sentences. She’s good at backing up her points with evidence from the text, and doesn’t dance around her conclusions. She has a structure and logic to her essay that Connor’s never been able to achieve. He just sort of says words until he feels like he’s done.

He reads her fourth paragraph a few times, picking at his nail polish as he does so. He glances over to Alana and then reads it again.

She’s scribbling on his outline when he looks back to her. She meets his eyes. “Something wrong?”

Connor’s eyes flick from her to her essay. “Uh…no.”

Alana rolls her eyes and hands him her pen. “Fix it. Whatever it is. That’s the entire point of peer review.”

“I could be wrong—” Connor starts, but Alana holds up a hand to stop him.

“I’ll decide what to do with your feedback. Just do it.”

Connor nods slowly and hesitates with the pen hovering over the paper. “What are you doing, by the way?”

“Translating.”

“What?”

Alana pulls another pen from her backpack and uncaps it. “Your outline is good, you have some really good ideas in here, it’s just lost in the typos and grammar.”

“I can figure it out,” Connor says. “You don’t have to do that shit.”

Alana raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

Connor blinks. “…not anymore?”

She nods firmly. “Exactly. You edit mine, I’ll edit yours. You won’t hurt my feelings, please, feel free to rip it to shreds.”

Connor exhales slowly. “Okay, Beck. Whatever.” He strikes out a sentence. “Whatever you say.”

—«·»—

Connor meets Evan by Evan’s locker. They lock eyes and for a second everything feels weird. And then Jared shows up.

Connor has never been relieved to see Jared Kleinman before.

“What’s up?” Jared asks, clapping a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “My…main bros.”

Connor rolls his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, crossing that off the list.” Jared gives Evan a look and Evan shrugs. Connor looks between them and shifts his weight to his other foot. “Anyway, you free on Saturday?” he asks Evan.

Evan blinks. “Y-yes?”

“My moms wanted you over for dinner. They’re going to try to harass Heidi into coming too but,” Jared shrugs, “we know how that is.”

Evan smiles and ducks his head. “I-I mean— yeah that’d be…that’d be nice. Um, I can…ask my mom?”

“Nice.” Jared holds his fist out for a fist bump. Evan rolls his eyes and knocks their knuckles together. “Okay, text me, cause if she’s working, I’ll swing by and pick you up.”

Evan nods. “O-okay, I will.”

“Sweet, got to dash or I’ll never get out of here.” Jared shoots finger guns at Connor. “See, ya Murph,” he says before sprinting down the hallway.

Connor lifts a hand to wave goodbye as jealousy twists in his stomach. It makes him feel gross. He swallows it and turns to Evan. “So, uh…we can probably hide in a practice room until Zoe’s done.”

Evan pulls on the straps of his backpack. “A-are they, um, open? Because I know, I mean I’ve heard because sometimes the band kids in my classes complain about this, that they lock? Or get locked? So…”

“We can…check?” Connor suggests.

Evan nods. “That’s…probably a good idea.”

Connor leads Evan down to the music wing. The first two practice rooms are locked, but the third that they try is unlocked. Connor raises his eyebrows at Evan and pushes the door open. The lights flicker on automatically and Evan closes the door behind them.

All four of the practice rooms are the same in Connor’s experience, a keyboard and bench, a trash, and maybe a stand or chair that someone has dragged in. Except one, that for some reason, has two pianos. They lucked out and that is exactly the room they’re in. Less room, but it doesn’t really matter.

Evan puts his bag down on one of the piano benches and then sits on the floor in the space between the end of the piano and the wall.

Connor coughs. “Uh…are you…okay?” He winces. Yikes.

“Tired,” Evan says softly.

Connor glances to the light switch before pressing the button to turn off the lights. There’s still a decent amount of light from the window in the door, but it’s darker. Connor puts down his bag and joins Evan on the floor. Evan looks up at him.

“Take a nap,” Connor suggests.

Evan blinks at him.

Connor sighs. “Scoot over.”

Evan moves so he’s as close to the piano as he can get. Connor squeezes into the space between Evan and the wall. There’s way more space in these practice rooms than it seems, the pianos make them look small.

Connor pulls on the sleeve of Evan’s sweatshirt. “Just lean on me. More comfortable than the wall, probably, though I’m basically all bone.”

“Y-you sure?”

Connor rolls his eyes because it feels right. “I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t. Close your eyes, Ev.”

“Okay,” Evan whispers. He rests his head on Connor’s shoulder. “Wake me up if your arm falls asleep.”

“Sure,” Connor lies.

A few minutes later, Evan’s breathing starts to even out. When Connor is sure that he’s asleep, he carefully pulls his phone out of his pocket.

From: C To: Z waiting in practice room c evans napping so dont come in just knock or some shit

Once he’s sent the texts, he puts his phone down and turns his attention back to Evan. Connor turns his head to look down at Evan, and when his nose brushes Evan’s hair, his heart goes into double time.

Fuck.

—«·»—

Connor thinks he’s drifted off when Zoe finally knocks on the door. He inhales sharply and sits up straighter, eyes wide. He leans forward to see Zoe standing in front of the door with her guitar on her back and her saxophone in hand.

He leans back and sighs. Okay.

Connor shakes Evan’s shoulder. “Ev, Ev wake up. Zoe’s done.”

Evan groans and blinks blearily. “Huh?”

Connor’s breath catches in his throat. He finds himself lost in Evan’s sleepy eyes for a moment too long and hopes Evan’s still too asleep to notice. “Zoe,” he says. “We can go home now.”

“Oh.” Evan pulls himself to his feet using the piano. About halfway up, he grabs Connor’s arm and pulls Connor up as well.

They grab their bags and open the door.

“Sleep well?” Zoe asks with a smirk.

Connor flips her off behind Evan.

Evan shrugs. “I-it was the floor.”

Connor takes Zoe’s saxophone from her. “Let’s go. I have an essay to write.”

Zoe blinks. “You do?”

“Unfortunately,” he grumbles.

The parking lot is blissfully empty when they step outside. The air is bitter and cold, and Connor wishes that it would just snow more than half an inch so the burning cold is worth it. He grabs Evan’s arm when Evan slips on ice and Zoe makes an offhanded comment about driving and black ice.

“You know?” she says to Evan.

Evan blinks. “N-no, I don’t— I don’t drive?”

Zoe frowns. “Do you take the bus?”

Evan turns pink, and Connor wonders if he’s redder because of the cold or not. “Yeah, it’s…yeah.”

Zoe looks to Connor.

“What?” Connor asks.

“What time does the bus pick you up?” Zoe asks.

“Uh…” Evan slows his walk. “I— around like…6:35?”

Zoe purses her lips. “Okay. Monday? We can swing by and pick you up.” She twirls her car keys around her finger. “Unless you hate my music choices as much as Connor does.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Evan says quickly.

“Too late,” Zoe sing songs. She unlocks the car and pops the trunk open. She puts her guitar in and then takes her saxophone from Connor. “We’d be happy to, right Connor?”

“Duh,” Connor says. “The bus is bullshit.”

“Good for the environment,” Evan says. “P-public transport!”

“We’re already using this car.” Zoe slams the trunk shut. “So it doesn’t actually matter. No additional cars on the road, just one less Evan the a bus.”

“Uh…”

“Sleep on it.” She rubs her arms. “Let’s go before I freeze.” She glances to Connor as she moves to the driver’s side. “How are you alive?”

Connor shrugs and pulls open the car door. He slides into the backseat next to Evan. “Can’t feel cold if you’re dead inside.”

Zoe twists around in her seat to glare at him before shutting the door. She turns on the car, blasts the heat even though it’s just air at the moment, and plugs her phone in. “Today we’re listening to Billy Joel,” she announces. “Get over it Connor.”

Connor just leans his forehead against the cold window as Uptown Girl plays from the speakers.

Zoe asks for directions a few times, but for the most part, they drive in silence aside from the Billy Joel in the slowly warming car.

Connor sits up when they arrive at Evan’s. “I’ll text you,” he says.

Evan gives him a smile. “Y-yeah. Thanks for the ride.”

“I’ll see you Monday at 6:40!” Zoe calls out before he shuts the door. She turns to look at Connor. “You moving up?”

“I guess.” Connor unbuckles and climbs over the center consul to get into the passenger seat. He buckles back in and Zoe backs out of the driveway.

“So…” she says slowly. “You and Evan.”

“What about us?” Connor asks flatly.

Zoe glances to him. “Anything…up?”

“Do you want me to say it?”

“No, but I can’t stop you from doing shit.”

“The sky.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “Great, now that that’s out of the way—”

“Nothing,” Connor interrupts. “Can’t two people be friends?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.” Zoe taps on the steering wheel. “You just seem like more than that.”

Connor scoffs. More like barely that. “We aren’t.”

“Do you want to be?”

Connor stares at the road. “The light is green.”

Connor spends most of his Saturday writing his paper. Because Alana had written all over his outline and now he feels obligated to make something half decent out of the genius she turned his bullshit into. Also, she shared her essay with him on google docs the night before for him to edit — he does not know why the fuck she did that and hates the fact that school emails are standardized so she didn’t even have to ask for his email — and offered to edit his in return. He’s not going to give up that opportunity. He’s doing fine in english but another solid essay grade can get his parents to calm down for at least a day.

He texts Evan and draws when he’s not writing. The other weekend, Cynthia dragged him off to the store with her, so he threw a cheap set of kids’ watercolors in the cart. And a box of Capri sun. He sits on his floor and drinks a Capri sun while he waits for a painting to dry. Evan is making lunch right now, so it’ll be a few minutes before he responds. Evan doesn’t usually text Connor while he’s making food, apparently the risk of fire is higher than normal, and that’s not just Evan’s anxiety talking.

Evan had texted him the night before thanking him for the ride home. Connor had replied ‘what are friends for’ and then threw his phone across the room so he didn’t have to read Evan’s response. It didn’t end up mattering, because Evan’s next text wasn’t sent until this morning, and it was a frantic apology because he fell asleep before responding.

Connor just said it was fine and changed the subject as fast as he could.

Connor sighs and gets to his feet. As he waits for the painting to dry, he’s really fucking impatient, he takes pictures of some of his least shitty doodles from class and posts them on a randomass tumblr he made after Evan suggested posting his art online. Mostly Connor did it out of curiosity, he didn’t really use the site otherwise, just posts drawings and then vanishes for a few days, but it’s also good because it means he has somewhere where all his art was stored digitally. He might’ve accidentally spilt a mug of coffee all over a notebook the other day. And he distinctly remembers setting a few sketchbooks on fire back in middle school.

From: Ev To: Connor Back ! ANd I didnt evne burn anything

Connor smiles to himself and leans against his bed.

From: Connor To: Ev congrats you now have the cooking skills of a 12 year old

From: Ev To: Connor :((

Connor hesitates before typing out his next message. He really shouldn’t ask — it’s a fucking terrible idea on so many levels — but it’s been slowly eating away at him. Which doesn’t make sense. But whatever.

From: Connor To: Ev doesnt matter though i mean youre having dinner tonight wth jared right??

He puts his phone on his desk and goes back to painting and tries not to think about it for a few minutes. It’s not fair of him to get jealous. Because Jared is trying to get better. He’s still a dick but there’s an attempt there.

Connor hasn’t changed anything.

He sits on the floor and works on the painting. Now that he has slightly less shitty watercolors, they’re still pretty garbage but they aren’t old and mostly gone, he uses way too much purple again.

Whatever.

He doesn’t check his phone again until he has to wait for more paint to dry. He’s tempted to grab a sketchbook and keep ignoring it, but that’s not fair to Evan.

From: Ev To: Connor Oh y eah We used to ha ve dinner a lot togethe r when ew wer elittle All oru moms were friends Kinda weird that were doing it again but… NIce?? Hopefull y ? My mom s ocming which is nice She hasnt been home ofr a few nights so yeah

Connor takes a slow breath before replying.

From: Connor To: Ev thats pretty cool i hope its fun and the food doesnt suck

Evan replies almost immediately, even though Connor took almost twenty minutes to respond.

From: Ev To: Connor Thnk you!!! Jareds moms are really good cook sso itll be good I think I hope dinner goes ok for you tonight !! Good luck :)

Connor stares at the smiley face and falls on his bed with a groan.

—«·»—

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Evan lately,” Larry says, pushing quino around his plate.

Connor resists the urge to roll his eyes. They never really talked about that. Sometimes, when Zoe goes over a friend’s house or has a friend over, Connor will give Larry a very pointed look and Larry will find something on his phone fascinating. An amazing double standard.

And, like? Of course he spends time with Evan. They’re best friends— pretending to be best friends. Connor doesn’t know how to get that through Larry’s thick skull.

Evan is Connor’s best friend.

“Well yeah,” Connor says, stabbing a piece of kale with his fork. “He’s my boyfriend.”

Wait, shit—

Zoe chokes on her drink.

“What?!” Larry practically shouts, silverware hitting the table.

Connor opens his mouth to explain that technically, no, they aren’t boyfriends, though they are friends who are boys, even if sometimes Evan looks at him and makes Connor feel like he’s turning to putty. But they aren’t actually—

He glances to his mom with wide eyes. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Cynthia smiles, eyes watering. “I’m just so happy for you, sweetie!”

Connor slowly looks around the table. His mother crying tears of joy, his father staring at him in shock, his sister trying to bite back a smile.

Connor needs to talk to Evan immediately.

They’re fucked.

—«·»—

Connor grabs Zoe’s before she can disappear into her bedroom. She stiffens and he pulls his hand away. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine.” She crosses her arms. “I thought you told me nothing was going on between you and Evan.” She raises her eyebrows.

Connor grimaces. “I— don’t tell Evan.”

Zoe tilts her head. “Don’t tell Evan…you’re dating?”

Fuck. “No, no, fuck.” Connor frantically searches his mind. “I, uh, we weren’t going to…tell people? Yet? And I…fucked that up. So don’t— don’t mention it to him until like he says something or whatever, okay?”

Zoe mimes zipping her lips. “Secret’s safe with me. But also, I fucking knew it.”

Connor forces a laugh and runs his hand through his hair. “Yeah. You did.”

Zoe goes back into her room and Connor grabs his phone and goes down to the basement. He wonders if he can get his door back for Hanukkah, but for now, this is the only private place he’s got. He would lock himself in the bathroom, but that’s still way too close to the rest of his family members for comfort.

He flicks on the light as he heads down the stairs and grabs a blanket off the back of one of the chairs. The basement is about half finished and has been since Connor was in middle school. One of those projects that Larry never got around to finishing. Now they mostly use it for storage and hanging out when it gets too hot in the summer and even central air isn’t working well enough. Him and Zoe used to camp out for weeks in the basement on air mattresses and stay up way past their bedtimes giggling.

Now it’s December. He hasn’t been down here since he punched the far wall when everyone else was asleep. Him and Zoe haven’t spent time together in here in years. They haven’t done much together in years.

Connor wraps himself in a blanket and sits down in one of the old oversized chairs. They’re only down here because the went out of style and were deemed unworthy for the living room.

He unlocks his phone, scrolls through his contacts, and presses call. Then he listens to the phone ring and hopes that they’re done with dinner at the Kleinmans’ while he waits for the call to be answered.

“Hello?”

Connor grits his teeth. “Hi. I…might need help.”

“Is it about Evan?”

Connor frowns. “Why do you assume it’s about Evan?” It is but—

Jared laughs. “Dude, we aren’t friends. The only reason you talk to me is because of Evan. What’s up?”

Connor blinks. He’s just gotten so used to having Jared constantly around that it’s like they’re basically friends. But not. Because Connor doesn’t have any real friends.

“I,” Connor clears his throat, “my family now thinks Evan and I are dating.”

There’s a long pause. Connor waits for Jared to start cackling, but Jared just whispers, “Holy shit.”

“Say whatever shit you want to now,” Connor mutters. “Get it out.”

“Holy shit,” Jared repeats. Connor rolls his eyes. “Murphy, what the fuck.”

“Yeah, I know, I fucked up.”

“What are you going to do?” Jared sounds almost amazed.

Connor frowns at the phone. This is not how he thought this conversation would go. “Pay Evan two hundred dollars? I know you meant that as a joke but—”

“Fucking shit, my dude. What the hell!”

Connor drags his hand through his hair. “Kleinman, my mom started crying when I said Evan was my boyfriend, okay? I can’t— fuck. I don’t know.”

Jared whistles.

Connor picks at his nailpolish. “Would Evan…go along with it? Do you think?”

“I think that’s a question for Evan.”

“I’m asking you.”

Jared snorts. “Okay, fine. I think he’ll go along with it.” It almost feels like Jared is going to say something more, but he doesn’t. “You got two hundred bucks lying around?”

“No,” Connor admits. He has an idea. It’s a terrible idea that could backfire, but it’s an idea.

“So…how are you going to get it?” Jared gasps. “Oh shit! Are we going to rob a bank?”

Connor frowns. “No? Why is that the first thing you came up with? Why would you rob a bank for two hundred dollars? Wouldn’t fucking…normal robbery be easier?”

“Fuck off. Are we doing that?”

“No.”

“Well we both know you’re not getting a job—”

“Fuck you.”

“—and that would probably take too long. Are we going to sell weed?”

“What? No,” Connor says. “Also how long did you restrain yourself before asking that?”

“Too long for that boring answer and reaction,” Jared admits. “Give me something to work with, stoner kid. We could just steal it. I know you said no, but—”

“Jared what the fuck,” Connor interrupts.

“Dude, you aren’t offering any ideas here, I’m just trying to help out.”

Connor rubs the bridge of his nose. “Fucking— do you know how PayPal works?”

“Yeah sure,” Jared says. “Super easy, why?”

Connor sighs. “Would you be willing to help me set one up?”

“Ten bucks.”

“Fine.”

“Yeah sure, you wanted some help on calc anyway. Do you have info on your bank account, by the way?”

“I…can find it,” Connor says slowly. “Does tomorrow work? My house?”

“Yeah sure, my man. Shoot me an address and a time. I expect snacks.”

Jared shows up on the doorstep ten minutes earlier than Connor expected with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a Starbucks drink in his left hand. “Sup.”

Connor rolls his eyes. “You’re early.”

“Fashionably.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Whatever.”

Zoe leans out of the dining room. “Who’s here?”

Connor steps aside to let Jared in. Jared waves at Zoe.

Zoe squints. “What are you doing here?”

“So nice to see you again too, Smaller Murphy,” Jared says. He kicks his shoes off and puts them next to Zoe’s converse.

“Calc,” Connor says. “I’m…not doing great.”

“But you aren’t failing yet,” Jared says. “So we’re just going to keep you from not doing that. What are you learning again?”

Connor shrugs. “Something implicit. I’ll show you the homework.”

Jared nods. “Chill, chill.”

“Aren’t you friends with Alana?” Zoe asks.

“I…guess?” Connor frowns. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“She’s the valedictorian, isn’t she? Why didn’t you ask her for help?”

“Uh…” Connor looks to Jared.

Jared takes a sip of his drink. “I’m genuinely offended, by the way. I’m no Alana Beck but I am passing AP Calc BC, which is more than you can say for seventy percent of our class. Don’t take it.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Zoe assures him. “Just didn’t tutoring was your…thing.”

“Alana tutors,” Jared says.

“I know, that’s my point.”

“Ha ha very funny. She tutors a lot of people so it makes sense that I take someone off her workload.” Jared points to Connor. “As her friend, Connor understands.”

“Right.” Connor nods. “That.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t judging you or anything I was just wondering. Have fun. Don’t set the house on fire, I’m going over Pippa’s to work on our history project, and Mom and Dad are out shopping or something.”

“I’ll keep Jared away from anything breakable,” Connor promises.

“I remind you I’m doing you a favor,” Jared says.

“You’re making me pay you.”

“Shit you’re right.”

—«·»—

“This is easy shit,” Jared says, looking up from Connor’s textbooks. “Really easy.”

Connor flips him off.

“I’ll explain it!” Jared promises. “This makes my job easier, probably. So back to real reason I’m here—”

“You are here to help me with math.” Connor reaches for his laptop. “I’m going to open commissions.”

Jared stares at him with a blank expression.

“Commissions,” Connor repeats slowly.

Jared blinks. “Since when do you draw?”

“Do you actually know anything about me?” Connor asks.

Jared looks away. “Valid. How can I help?”

“Mostly just need help with PayPal. And maybe wording the post? I don’t know shit about talking to people.” Connor opens his laptop and logs in. He closes a few tabs and opens up tumblr. He hesitates and then opens his blog. “Here.”

“Your theme is awful,” Jared says flatly.

“Did I ask you?”

“Didn’t have to.” Jared clicks a few times. “Dude, if you want to be selling your art, you need a theme that isn’t painful to look at.” Connor opens his mouth to protest, but Jared holds up a hand. “I’m doing you a favor here. Give me like ten minutes. I will change your world.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

Jared pushes away in the desk chair. “Too late, I’m not helping if we don’t change this ugly ass theme. Doodle or something while I do this. Make a commissions banner, I don’t fucking know.” Jared hunches over the laptop and starts typing.

Connor stares at him. Hopefully Jared isn’t going to charge him for this too.

Forty minutes later, Connor is putting aside a random drawing and Jared is looking up from the laptop.

“Bam, motherfucker,” Jared announces spinning the laptop around. “A picture heavy theme with easy navigation, readable text, and colors that don’t make me want to stab my eyes out.” Connor leans forward to see it. It actually looks pretty decent. And pretty professional. Jared has also added a few links, including one to Connor’s still nonexistent PayPal and a commissions page. “By the way, your art is pretty rad.”

Connor blinks. “Thanks. Did you want that bank account information?”

“Yeah sure.”

Connor gets up from the floor. “Let’s break into my dad’s office.”

Jared sets aside the laptop. “Sweet.”

—«·»—

Connor sits down in the chair in Larry’s office. He pulls open one of the lower drawers in the desk and flips through the the hanging folders until he finds one with his name.

“Don’t steal my identity or anything,” he says to Jared as he hands him one of the folders. “But see if anything in there is what you need.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jared starts flipping through the papers. “Your identity is too lame to steal.”

“Thanks.”

Connor skims over various forms and papers with his name all over them. So weird that he’s attached to all of these things but doesn’t understand any of them. That might be concerning. Is he supposed to know what these mean? He squints at something that looks like it has something to do with money.

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this,” Jared mutters.

Connor looks up. “With?”

“This fake dating shit.” Jared puts a stack of papers down on the desk. “I thought this was convoluted before.”

“You helped.”

“So you two keep reminding me.” Jared flips a piece of paper over. “I think this is it.”

“Cool.” Connor puts his folder away and Jared puts Connor’s laptop on the desk. Connor fills out what he can and Jared helps with the rest.

“And you have a PayPal,” Jared announces, finishing the form. “If you click this you can transfer money to your bank account, which is how you’ll get the money off the internet and into Evan’s hands.”

Connor nods. “Makes sense.” He grabs the papers and puts them back into the folder. He puts it back in the bottom drawer and makes sure everything is just how Larry left it before he gets up from the chair.

“I genuinely didn’t think either of you would get invested in this shit,” Jared says as they stop in the kitchen to grab a bag of chips.

Connor shrugged. “I fucked up, that doesn’t mean anything.”

Jared gives him a flat look before biting into a chip. “Let’s just finish this shit so I can teach you how implicit differentiation works.”

Connor wrinkles his nose. “Fine.”

They bring the bag of chips up to Connor’s bedroom and sit on the floor with Connor’s laptop in front of them. Between handfuls of chips, Jared sentences to the post.

“We can’t call it ‘I’m Gay Give Me Money’,” Connor protests.

“Why not?” Jared asks. “It’s tumblr.”

“What’s your point?”

Jared pulls the laptop closer and starts typing. “We just say like… ‘I’m trying to meet my boyfriend’, we stay vague on the details no one wants to know the complexity of this shit and also it’s weird as fuck, ‘so I’m opening commissions’. Blah blah blah here are details…” Jared looks up at Connor. “Any suggestions for prices?”

Connor shrugs.

“You are the least helpful person,” Jared mutters. “Okay…going on what I saw on your blog…” He types rapidly for a few minutes. “And posted.”

“What?!” Connor grabs the laptop from Jared. “Why did you do that?!”

“You weren’t going to have anything to say so fuck it, it’s posted.” Jared pops another chip in his mouth. “Chill the fuck out.”

Connor reloads the page to check the post. He doesn’t have any idea if the prices are reasonable, but Jared put up Connor’s email and a link to his PayPal and tagged the post with a few tags that make sense and a few that don’t.

Connor groans. “If you fucked this up for me—”

“I didn’t,” Jared says. “I am doing you so many solids right now. And now I’m about to try to teach you calculus. I am literally a god.”

Connor resists the urge to slam his head against the keyboard.

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