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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Double Trouble

Request: Yes or No

Couldn't think of a better title lmao. This is gonna be real shitty but the intro to series are either amazing or pure shit. Gonna give (Y/N)'s mom and fam a name cause I don't wanna keep writing (M/N) or (L/N). (Y/N) isn't related to any of the characters fyi. Spot the very obvious accidental reference

"Why California? Out of all the places in America, California was choice you went with? Not Washington, Oregon, or fuck, I don't know, North Dakota?" (Y/N) rested his head against the window, watching the houses pass by. His mother, Tanya, glanced at him with a small frown.

"Baby, aren't you tired of Alaska? Same old cold weather?" Tanya asked, staring forward at the empty road. (Y/N) scoffed, sitting up and looking at her with a raised brow.

"You can escape the cold. You can't escape the heat." (Y/N) pointed out, leaning back and picking up his phone with a frown. He looked at the texts from his friend, sighing softly.

Yaya

U already in cali??

(Y/N)

It sucks

Yaya

New school new u bby

Daniel

Whats the time difference?

(Y/N)

It's 4 here

(Y/N)

Wbu?

Yaya

"Baby, could you look at me?" Tanya asked, pulling into the school parking lot and parking the car. (Y/N) turned his head to look at her.

"I'm sorry I suddenly dragged us out of Alaska. I just felt like we could use a change. Alaska feels suffocating as an adult. I want you to have new experiences." Tanya explained softly. (Y/N) nodded, glancing at the students walking into school.

"Listen, if you get anxious or feel sick, text me, okay?" Tanya gave him a comforting smile, running a hand through his hair. (Y/N) nodded, opening the car door. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

"Have a good day, sweetie!"

"You too." (Y/N) closed the door, walking towards the school. He had lived in Seward his whole life. He was used to the cold, the sound of boats, the cold immediately hitting his face the moment he stepped outside. (Y/N) knew it wasn't about experiences. His mom just didn't want him to have the same boring life she did. (Y/N) looked at his phone, opening the group chat again. He looked through the texts, smiling at the pictures his friend sent him. (Y/N) looked at his email, sighing as he searched for his locker. He found it, opening it and glancing at the guy beside him.

"Uh, hey, I'm Ethan. You're new, right?" Ethan gave an awkward smile, clearing his throat. (Y/N) licked his lips, nodding. Ethan seemed like the typical nerdy loner.

"Yeah, I'm (Y/N)."

"Cool, cool. Where are you coming from?" Ethan tilted his head, closing his locker and leaning against it. (Y/N) didn't feel like making friends but Ethan could probably help him get familiar with everyone and everything.

"Alaska." (Y/N) replied, closing his locker and giving him a tight smile. Ethan's brows raised, letting out a small chuckle.

"Really? That's cool, I've never really left California. What's it like?"

"Cold." (Y/N) chuckled softly. Ethan laughed and nodded, licking his lips as he stuck his hands in his pockets. (Y/N) looked him over. He was small, skinny, seemed nervous and awkward. Probably a good guy.

"So, are you a junior?" Ethan asked. (Y/N) nodded, going into his phone gallery and pressing on the saved picture of his schedule. He showed him the screen, watching him lean in and smile.

"We have 1st, 3rd, and 6th together." Ethan said, motioning down the hall. "Come on, I'll show you around."

"Thanks." (Y/N) gave him a small smile, following him. His gaze flickered from student to student. Some glanced at him, knowing he was new. (Y/N) didn't like attention. He didn't like the spotlight. He hated when people stared or payed too much attention to him. He hated the way a pit formed in his stomach and he became nauseous when he was called on and people stared at him in class. (Y/N) entered the class, taking a seat beside Ethan and sighing softly.

"Thanks, by the way. I didn't expect to make a friend until like my second week here."

"No problem. I know it can feel shitty to be the new kid." (Y/N) gave Ethan a small smile, looking forward.

(Y/N) set down his lunch tray, sitting down across from Ethan. He glanced around the courtyard, picking up a french fry. Ethan finished drinking his water, humming softly.

"By the way, whatever you do, don't mess with Maddy Perez." Ethan said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. (Y/N) furrowed his brows.

"Right, you don't know them." Ethan chuckled, turning his head. He looked around, searching for the girls.

"There, the girl with black hair besides the blonde and the girl in a jeresy." Ethan motioned towards them. Maddy seemed like your typical popular. Makeup done perfectly, perfect body, her hair was done perfectly.

"She's a cheerleader and probably the most popular girl in school. She's been with Nate Jacobs for a while. Nate is a football player and his dad has a lot of power. He's.. Terrifying. The girls beside her are her best friends. Cassie and Barbara." Ethan picked up his burger. "There's Kat too and Kat is.."

"Your crush?" (Y/N) cocked a brow, chuckling. Ethan's tone had changed the moment this 'Kat' girl had been mentioned. His eyes had softened and a smile had appeared on his face.

"U-Uhm, n-no. She's a friend, like, just a friend." Ethan gave a nervous fake smile. (Y/N) hummed, shaking his head as he chuckled softly. He looked down at his tray, poking at the wrapped burger.

"Anyways, Cassie's nudes and some videos of her got leaked by her exes. It was real shitty." Ethan told him, finishing his burger. "There's Rue and Jules. Rue overdosed over the summer and Jules is new here."

"What?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows, staring at Ethan. The biggest thing that ever happened at his school was two teachers fighting. Drugs were an issue everywhere. He just didn't expect a teenger to OD and everyone to know. Ethan looked back at him.

"Do you wanna.. Hang out?"

"I have to unpack." (Y/N) replied, picking up his phone and scrolling through his instagram.

"Oh, shit, that's the new kid." Barbara pointed out, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Cassie and Maddy turned to look.

"Oh.. Where's he from?" Cassie asked as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. She wanted to forget all about McKay after their argument and breakup. The new boy seemed like a good distraction.

"He seems sweet." Cassie said with a small smile. Maddy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she looked at her.

"That's what you say about every guy, Cassie." Maddy opened her backpack, taking out her makeup bag. She took out some gloss, turning when she spotted Nate. She scowled when Nate very obviously flirted with some girl. Maddy took in a deep breath, turning toward her friends.

"Is there a party tonight? I need to fuck with Nate. He's such a dick." Maddy tapped her nails against her phone case. Cassie gave her a comforting smile, shaking her head.

"You can come over and we'll have a photo shoot. You can post it and make him regret everything." Cassie grinned as Maddy's eyes lit up, nodding.

"This is why I love you, Cass." The two giggled as Maddy wrapped her arms around her.

"But, back to that new guy.. If he hangs with Ethan, he's probably a loser." Barbara said, watching the two boys. Cassie gasped softly, shooting her a look.

"BB! Ethan's actually a really sweet guy. We did a project together last year." Cassie said. Maddy nodded, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, BB, don't be a bitch. You do got a point though. He gives major school shooter vibes." Maddy said, leaning forward to look around Cassie. She watched as the two stood and threw away their trash.

"Hey, they're staring at you." Ethan said, nudging (Y/N). (Y/N) turned towards the girls, catching their eyes before he shrugged and turned away.

"Let's go to History."

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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Querencia (prequel)

A/N: I haven’t written anything in this format in so long, so I hope it’s okay! Someone once asked me to write a prequel to my previous work “Querencia”, so I finally got around to it (after like 2 years rip dfghjk)

[!you don’t have to read both of these parts to understand either one!]

genre: optional bias (male) x reader (female), fluff, explaining how they ended up together, a tiny bit of smut but it’s marked so you can skip if you want, badboy!bias, nerd/shy!reader, her parents are kinda judgemental (only mentioned), secret relationship?, this is an absolute train wreck lmao

words: ~5.2 k

(H/N means “his name”)

ok strap in for this…every time I write a badboy!au I lose a piece of my sanity

basically you used to go to the same school as him

but that’s the only association you had with him because you never actually talked to him in school

he was known to be a “bad boy”

not as in being a horrible person but rather…

he liked to challenge teachers/adults when he didn’t agree with them

and they couldn’t do much because he ended up having pretty decent grades and most of the time his arguments were valid

you had heard your fair share of stories about him

of him getting into a fight with the captain of the football team

apparently, he had stood up for a girl because said captain tried to take advantage of her at a party when she was drunk

you remember being lowkey impressed but didn’t condone violence either way

so, at the same time you were kind of intimidated by him

there were other stories circulating around

of him hooking up with half the school

in quite inappropriate places if I may add

but no one really knew what was the truth tbh

not that it really mattered to you

you were a typical good-girl-nerd-kinda person and so was your friend group

which meant you weren’t even paying attention to him half of the time

plus you thought you’d never see him again after graduating from school

until sooner or later you wouldn’t be given any other choice

because when you walked into your first ever university lecture, he was there

literally one row in front of you???

you were shook because apparently he was studying the same subject as you??

he had even more tattoos and piercings now

one tattoo covered almost the whole front of his neck

he had black boots on and his pants were ripped at the knees

and obviously he had to be wearing a leather jacket

not that you were staring at him (yes you were)

frankly you thought he looked hot

great it’s your first day and you’re already failing to pay attention

and then he turned his head a little and smirked at you???

suddenly you loved looking at your professor and not him

but since you hadn’t paid attention you were left with questions after the lecture

unfortunately the professor was gone before you could ask them

and your social awkwardness made it hard for you to just start talking to a random stranger

so when he go up and made his way to the end of the seats he had to walk past you

“HEy I have a question” you blurted out when he was at your level

the fact that he was so relaxed talking to you made you even more stressed

and he helped you luckily

then, before he could say anything else but the answer to your question, you had escaped the conversation

because perhaps you still found him a little intimidating

but when you walked out of the hall, he quickly caught up to you

“Hold on, do I know you? You seem familiar” he asked

so you had no choice but to explain to him that you went to school together

he was actually really polite to you

but you had sworn yourself education would come first for you, boys second

so you got out of that situation as quickly as possible

the next two weeks you saw him at lectures but always kept out of his way

he said hello a few times and you would nod and smile shyly

within days he had collected a bunch of girls that often sat with him

you guessed he was staying true to his reputation after all

then one day you were in the lovely park behind your university building because you had a break between lectures

you had brought old bread to feed the ducks in the little pond

but suddenly they all swam away from you, over to the other side of the pond

and you couldn’t BELIEVE

he was sitting there, throwing pieces of his perfectly fine sandwich to the ducks all while putting on an extra holy expression

so you went over to fight (not literally lmao)

he greeted you by saying “The ducks made you stop avoiding me?”

you were shook because how did he even notice

“What? You don’t have enough girl-attention yet?” you said

“Not from pretty girls like you” he said

you must have given him a severely disgusted look because he quickly changed his flirty expression

“What made you avoid me? Did I ever say something wrong to you?” he asked

“No you didn’t…you just don’t seem like the crowd I’d hang out with” you confessed

“Wow, I didn’t take you for the judgmental kind” he said

and he looked pretty upset actually??

“I don’t think you’re a bad person” you said

“But I’m home at least by 9 pm every night to study, my parents look at me like I’m a saint, I’ve never been in a relationship and I get nervous when someone as much as raises their voice at me…you strike me as the complete opposite of all those things” you added

without missing a beat, he asked “Don’t they say opposites attract?”

you realized maybe you really had written him off too soon…or perhaps you had worried that he would take your attention off your studies too much

which wouldn’t have been surprising considering how your first lecture with him had gone

and from then on you tried to be nicer to him

sometimes he voluntarily came to sit next to you in class

you didn’t understand why

because you barely spoke to him due to being awkward and when you did you felt like he judged you for being so shy

he had a way with words and within days you found yourself thinking of him more

his stupidly handsome features, tattooed knuckles and pierced eyebrow…it all attracted you maybe a little too much

it was terrifying to you…how he talked to you so easily and already you were eating right off his spoon

what if he was only playing around and you were nothing but a toy girl to him

but then you cursed yourself for saying that…he said he wasn’t a bad person and you were going to believe so unless he proved himself otherwise

spoiler: that never happened

one autumn night you walked out of university after class, it was dark already and pouring rain

you realized you had forgotten your umbrella at home…but you had to walk there by foot…absolutely fantastic

so you pulled your hood over your head and braced yourself to get completely soaked within seconds

suddenly you heard a voice behind you

“Let me bring you home” he said

“No worries, I’m fine” you tried to tell him

“Come on. You said you live twenty minutes from here. If you get on my motorbike I’ll get you home within a few minutes” he said

you were like “Motorbike??”

“Yeah, come on, it’s over there” he said, and he walked ahead of you

basically he didn’t really give you time to argue

when you didn’t follow him right away, he turned around and gave you a look

“You’ll only get a cold if you walk home in this weather” he said

although your parents had drilled into you the idea that motorbikes were dangerous, you went with him after all

he offered you his spare helmet and you put it on

but you were struggling to close it

so he helped you

he was focused on the helmet, but you were staring at him just because you could

his hair was completely soaked by now and water drops were running down his black leather jacket

he had a habit of biting the inside of his cheek when he was concentrating

and with his hands almost on your face, it was the closest he’s ever been to you

it made you weirdly nervous tbh

but before you knew it he had closed the helmet and told you to get onto the motorcycle behind him

“Hold on to the back of the bike or to me” he said

you were surprised at how he didn’t urge you to touch him

and at first you held on to the tail of the motorcycle but the moment you hit a speed bump you changed your mind QUICKLY

your arms swung around his waist tightly and you felt his chest move when he chuckled

like he had said, it only took a few minutes to get you home, and you told him the way there

and surprisingly you really liked being on the motorcycle???

you had thought you’d be scared but it felt amazing

except for how freezing cold the wind was on your wet cheeks ☹

shortly before you pulled up in your street you told him

“You should let me get off a little earlier…my mom will kill me if she sees me on a motorbike”

he didn’t argue but stopped two houses before yours

you felt like the rain had gotten even worse so you really didn’t have time for big words

you quickly thanked him and he gave you his famous smirk before you ran home as quickly as possible

when you had reached the front door you turned his way and he was still there, making sure you got inside

looking at him there, in the downpour in his cool jacket and on his motorcycle, your cheeks involuntarily got hotter

when you got into your room that night and checked your phone, you had one new message on Instagram

you opened it and it was from him???

“Take a warm shower or you’ll be sick tomorrow” it said

he must had sent it seconds after you had entered your house before he had driven away

he really became a bigger mystery to you from one day to the other

because you had no idea what all of this meant???

maybe you should have gotten the hint way earlier

but you didn’t really know the first thing about dating so how were you supposed to know?

but then around two weeks later something else occurred

again, you had class until the early evening

on this specific day, your university was hosting a party for the new students

technically, you would have fallen into that group of new students

but you weren’t one for partying and after being in class for hours on end, all you wanted was to crawl into your bed and rest

so when your course had ended you made your way out of the university building

and you could tell the party had already started because of the music playing

plus there were people all over the place

some were already drunk…you would have been surprised but also this was university after all

you quickly stepped out onto the street and began walking in the direction of your home

from somewhere, you suddenly heard voices

they were making gross noises, as if calling a cat, and asking “sweetheart, do you have a minute?”

when you turned your head, you saw a group of (most certainly) drunk men-boys goggling at you

and because you didn’t slow down or even react to them, they walked after you

you told yourself they would leave you alone if you only walked far enough from the bus station they had waited at

but inside your pocket you clenched your keys between your knuckles

all of a sudden, something touched your shoulders

you almost had a heart attack and raised your hand out of your pocket

“You didn’t wait for me” H/N said from next to you

he placed his infamous leather jacket around your frame and swung an arm around your shoulder

you were about to tell him he had scared the living hell out you

but he was only glaring at the disgusting guys behind you

“I suggest you go home and sleep it off. And learn to take a hint from a girl when she’s this visibly uninterested” he said

the enraged stare he sent to the group of young men made even you feel slightly uneasy

but it worked…they distanced themselves from you if only hesitantly and with a clearly pissed off attitude

“Thank you” you said and were about to give him back his jacket

“Nothing to thank me for. And I gave you that because your sweater looks really thin. Keep it for now” he said

you were taken aback…as always

“Why aren’t you driving your motorbike today?”

“I am, but it’s parked around the corner here. Want me to drive you home?” he asked

and he gave the look again

which look you may ask

the one in which he stared at your eyes and then at your lips…and then your eyes…and then your lips

and his lips were so pretty

“You know what I want?” you asked, “I wanna know if there’s anything you want from me”

he furrowed his brows in confusion

“Why are you always being like this to me?” you went on

“Are you trying to get into my pants?” you blurted out

and then instantly regretted it

especially when he said “Do I really seem like that kind of person?”

“I’ve heard stories about you…” you said

“What kind of stories?” he asked

“Of you hooking up with half of our school back then” you said

he laughed???

and then said “And does it matter how many people I’ve had sex with?”

“It makes me think that’s what you want from me, too. And if that’s the case, I’ll have to disappoint you” you said

“Jesus, Y/N. I want to date you” he said

when I say you were shocked it would be an understatement

hot-tattooed-bad-boy wanted to date you??

and you must have signaled those exact words just by your expression

because he said “I’m telling you again, opposites attract. Don’t you at least wanna give it a try?”

of course you wanted to

“Alright…but I’ve never done this before” you said

“We’ll take it slow, I promise” he said

and then “That means I can finally tell you how goddamn adorable you are”

was it gonna be like this forever??? he compliments you and you feel like your cheeks are on fire???

probably

“I’ll bring you home, come on” he said, swinging his arm around your shoulder again

even this gesture made you shy

you didn’t even know how to respond

and this time, being behind him on the motorbike felt like a whole new sensation

now you were close to him, knowing he wanted you there as much as you did…

and it 100% made you scream on the inside

when he dropped you off, you didn’t know if you were supposed to hug him???

you awkwardly handed him his jacket back

“So, where are we going on our first date?” he asked

“First date?” you asked

“Yeah…people who date usually go on dates, don’t they?” he teased you

“Um…what about the cinema?” you suggested

“Fine, let’s see what they’re showing and I’ll text you, okay?” he said

and he texted you remotely fifteen minutes after you had arrived at home that night

…

so you went to the cinema the next day

before the date, you were essentially losing your mind

what were you supposed to wear??

would he care what you wore??

but even if he didn’t, you wanted to look pretty

your anxiety was kind of going through the roof for hours before he even arrived

he had picked you up, somehow looking even hotter than usually??

or maybe those were just your hormones going insane

“You look beautiful” he said when you had climbed onto the motorbike behind him

“And you look handsome” you had replied

his smile had a faint shyness in it, but only for the blink of a second

at the cinema, you weren’t sure how to act differently around a crush than when you were with friends tbh

did you want to hold his hand?? hell yeah

did you do it?? absolutely not

did you want to point out obsessed you were with his body art?? most certainly

did you?? oh no way, you weren’t gonna expose yourself like that (yet)

luckily, he was easy to talk to and had the patience of a saint

he grinned at you when you would become shy, as if it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing EVER to you, especially in front of him

he also probably called you cute like 13 times whilst you were waiting for the movie to begin alone

in the dark, your hands brushed whenever you both reached for the popcorn at the same time

when you looked over at him, he was chuckling

“Are you doing that on purpose?” he whispered

“No way!” you whispered back

“No? I am” he said

you didn’t even know how to respond to that

but he seemed very pleased with himself when he tilted his head at you flirtingly

were there supposed to be this many butterflies in your belly at only your first date?

what have I gotten myself into??? you thought

…

afterwards you walked back to his motorcycle, shoulders brushing now and then

you were in the middle of analyzing every second of the film you had watched, gesturing around in the air and talking excitedly

he leaned against his motorbike and grinned at you in pure admiration while he listened

mid-sentence you suddenly said “Sorry, did I get too invested in this? Do you wanna bring me home now?”

“What? No, if anything I wanna listen to you for another few hours” he said “Do you wanna come back to my place?”

you didn’t know if he was flirting or joking again, but his face was serious

plus you weren’t sure what ‘coming back to his place’ really intended

and once again his sense for reading your mind struck

“I’m not talking about having sex, if that’s why you look so worried. This is only our first date, remember? If you simply don’t feel like it, that’s cool, I’ll bring you home” he said

“No, I want to go with you” you quickly changed your mind “But I have to be home by midnight, or my parents will worry”

“I’ll get you back home by then” he said, smiling in triumph

…

his flat impressed you in a couple of ways

you admired that he already lived alone

plus it was so much more organized and cleaner than you had expected it from a college boy

his bedroom was your favorite part of the apartment

there was no doubt it was his and only his place

posters of his favorite films were plastered on the walls, his bedsheets were dark, a neon sign hung above the headboard of his bed and in the corner, a vinyl player stood

you loved the windowsill that gave you a view out of the fifth-floor flat and had the impulse to sit down there, to watch the cars pass by on the street underneath

“make yourself at home” he had said

and somehow you had ended up on his bed, right next to him

he let you rest your head on his arm while he listened to you

not only did you discuss the movie you had seen

you also talked about literally anything either of you loved

and you realized quickly, that aside from the different way of living, you had surprisingly many things in common

he put on his favorite plate on the vinyl player so you could listen to the music he loved

when he laid down next to you again, he offered his open arms

for the first time, you put your cheek against his chest, listening not only to the music but also his heartbeat

you remember liking his cologne and how warm he was

“I’ve never been so close to someone who wasn’t my friend or family” you admitted quietly

“Does it feel different?” he asked

“Of course” you said

did he not realize???

how your heart hammered against your ribcage and butterflies were flooding your belly and how there was only him in your head and his stupid cute smile and his tattoos and piercings and deep voice and ohmygodhisvoice

but when you looked up from his chest and checked his expression, he looked equally as fond as you felt

“Being with you feels different from being with other girls to me, too” he said

“It feels so much better” he added then

“What do you see in me that you don’t see in them?” you asked suddenly

“I have to admit, at first I thought it was cute, teasing you and seeing you get shy, well, I guess it still is. I liked the idea of getting to know someone with such a completely different image, so sweet and good” he said

and as he did, he softly brushed his hand over your lip

you thought you were going to have a heart attack

“But damn you’re so funny and kind…how can I not want you this way?” he said

and he looked so honest, almost vulnerable, a sight you never thought you’d see

“In which way?” you asked

“In every way” he said

and with one look, he erased all fears you’d had about him and how he might have felt about you

suddenly you understood why people went on dates all the time and searched for love…

at some point you realized how it was past midnight already

he drove you home quickly, and luckily you didn’t get into too much trouble with your parents

this time when he dropped you off, he gave you a hug that made you want to stay in his arms forever

from then on, your feelings could only get worse and you were stressed about what it would do to you

you thought your crush was bad then?? it was nothing

within the next weeks, you fell head over heels for the cliché bad boy and there was no way to stop it

you had told him you didn’t want to prioritize a relationship over your education

so 90% of your dates ended up being study dates

although he was the biggest distraction in your life, this way you at least got a little something done

usually, it went a little like this:

you’d be sitting down at a library table, with him across from you

your head would be buried in a book within minutes, only occasionally looking up at him

and he’d be busy telling you all things he could possibly come up with:

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are? I know, even if you’re not looking at me”

“There’s a really cute girl here, but she’s ignoring me. Do you think she likes me too?”

“Hey, do you wanna go out with me sometime, like…on a date? A real date?”

“You know what other people do at the library? There’s an empty space way in the back, I can show you…”

yes sometimes he’d say suggestive things to you

but they were jokes, simply a part of his character

he never pressured you to do anything

even your first kiss took a while to occur

it was one night when he brought you home from a date (this time a real one)

when you said your goodbyes, you suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of affection

his eyes were so warm and only on you, always

softly, his tongue swept over his bottom lip, teeth toying with his piercing

“Can you kiss me?” you asked

something sparked in his eyes…he had won even more of your trust, and rightfully so

his fingers gently lifted your chin, and you always thought you’d be nervous through your first kiss, but no…it was serenity

it was butterflies peacefully floating and fireworks going off all at the same time

had you known how good this felt, you would have asked him to kiss you way earlier tbh

the whole evening until you fell asleep you couldn’t stop smiling

and you liked to think even in slumber, the corners of your mouth had been curled upwards because of him

from then on, kissing him had turned into your favorite pastime

it was especially bad when you tried to have “study dates” at his place

90% of the time, your studying turned into making out with him

oh? you’re taking a break and getting a glass of water from the kitchen? oops now you’re on his sofa, sitting in his lap and kissing

the way he handled you with such confidence and made flirty remarks all the way through your make-out-sessions only reminded you of his experience

sometimes you felt bad, knowing he was holding himself back

other days you wished he wasn’t so hesitant with touching you less innocently

but sometimes you did stop him, if his hands wandered a little too far down your torso, or if things seemed to get too steamy

he would always apologize, even if you told him there was nothing wrong

but his confidence made you feel more comfortable with every time you were in his arms

!!!SMUT AHEAD IN ITALICS

one day you were in the middle of watching a movie on his bed

but all you had been thinking of were his lips and hands

when you kissed him, things quickly turned more intense

only this time you asked him to go further

initially, he was worried

“I wish I could make this more special for you” he said

“If it’s with you, it’s perfect, no matter where and when” you assured him

the first time, he was the most gentle he’s ever been with you

because he had never pressured you and you had chosen this exact moment yourself, you weren’t even close to as nervous as you thought you’d be

and from then on, you only became more comfortable when it came to sex

you could tell he loved showing you and trying new things with you

and before you knew it, he was actually showing you that empty space at the back of the library he had joked about

usually, you were hesitant to do anything risky in public

but when it was late and the library was nearing closing hours, it was almost fully vacant

he could never get enough of your innocent eyes while your lips were wrapped around his cock, kneeling on the carpet floor of the university library in front of him

he’d never get over when he fucked you from behind, two of his fingers in your mouth, muffling your moans while you were hidden behind the bookshelves

other nights he’d show up outside of your house in the middle of the night, just because he missed you so much

*cough* querencia *cough*

there was something about nighttime that made you feel as if you were the only two people in the world

then it would be him and you in his bed, on his kitchen counter, his sofa, his shower or any random wall of his apartment

now you might have understood why the girls loved him

but they didn’t love him the way you did

!!!SMUT ENDING

he loved showing you off to his friends

some of them looked equally as intimidating as him

but as you had learned, most of that was simply looks and wasn’t to be taken seriously

when you hung out with his friends, he had you sitting in his lap, usually bragging about something you had done or said to him

you were like his personal, pretty gem and he was making sure everyone knew

and as much as he wanted you to be known to his friends, you wished you could have told your parents about him

one day, they would understand how much you loved him

they would be able to look past his tattoos and pierced skin and see how amazing he was

but for now, he was your little secret

every night, he sent you a goodnight text right before you went to sleep

sometimes he’d attach a picture of himself

in his pajamas, with messy hair and heavy eyelids, even he looked almost cute to you

other nights, when he was still out, it’d be a mirror selfie, with his hair pushed back perfectly, lifting his head so you’d see your favorite tattoo of his on his neck

his clothes pitch black and shirt lazily tucked into his belt on one side

his eyes would have the cocky gaze you knew from when you first met him

only now it was only meant for you

his message would read:

“I love you angel. See you in your dreams”

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Chapter 9 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual assault

Important note: the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

Chapter nine

~|Emily Fox|~

I still can’t believe what’s been happening between Charlie and me. For the first time in a really long time, I’ve been able to tell someone about Uncle Robert without feeling like I’m a burden or they don’t understand what I’ve been through. With Charlie though, I feel as though a weight is lifted from my shoulders because he took some of the weight away from me. He made me feel understood, respected, important. The warm and fuzzy feeling erupts in my body every time I think about it. My heart bursts from happiness every time I think about it. Especially about the almost-kiss that happened last night. “Someone’s in a good mood,” Uncle Mitch, who’s eating breakfast at the kitchen table, notices when I walk down the stairs on Wednesday morning, dancing to the song playing in my head. Which, I’m not going to lie, is part of the song Charlie and I wrote together last night. “Oh, uhm… I guess it’s because I’m hanging out with Madi after school,” I shrug, not wanting to tell him the whole truth. I’m happy I get to hang out with Madison again, but I’m not going to pretend I wouldn’t rather spend more time with Charlie than spend my time thinking about him. “Right, not because the cute boy from the Music Store,” he mumbles it under his breath, but I hear it loud and clear. I feel my cheeks heat up, and have to hide my face from Uncle Mitch, so he doesn’t see. “I knew it! Okay, tell me everything!” With the cheekiest smile on his face, he props his head up on his hand, blinking up at me. “I really got to run, Uncle Mitch…” I try, but he checks his watch to see that I still got plenty of time left. “Right…” I sit down on the opposite side and cough once, trying to figure out where to start and what he already knows. “So, he and his band performed at the Open Mic Night at the Music Store on Saturday, right? And they performed this super amazing song and I tried to refrain myself from dancing and be impartial about it, you know? Playing it cool and stuff,” Uncle Mitch chuckles at that, nodding his head in agreement, “And then he came to see me afterwards and I told him not to be a stranger when he left the store. So, then Monday and yesterday, he came to the store. On Monday, I asked him to help me with my song…” Uncle Mitch’s eyes widen in delight, “And then he asked why I wouldn’t write with anyone else since we’ve basically created a masterpiece.” “What did you tell him?” he asks. “I told him the truth. I told him I used to write with Uncle Bobby, the one who taught me everything I know about music and that he passed away last year. Normally, people just tell me to move on because it’s been so long, but Charlie didn’t. He just listened to me and told me he understood. He said he’d wait for me until I’m ready to write songs with somebody else.” Mitch’s smile widens, and I can even see a single tear roll down his cheek. I can’t say whether it’s from pride, happiness, sadness or something else, though. “I’m so glad you finally told him, Muffin! I think you really got a good one with him.” My heart fills with the same warmth it did when Charlie told me he understood. Charlie really is a good egg. Might have to keep him close. “So, did you kiss him yet?” The question startles me, not expecting him to ask that specific question. “What? No! We’re just friends!” I may sound a tad too defensive. But what happened last night is something I’d much rather keep to myself. Not because I’m ashamed it happened, because I am not. At all. I want to keep it to myself, so it’s just something between Charlie and me. A secret. Something only we know. Something we can sulk in and just think about forever without anyone meddling. “You so have kissed him!” He sounds like an excited toddler on Christmas morning. “No, Mitchell, I have not.” Using full names will always be my favorite thing to show annoyance. Especially when they give you that startled look. And especially when they know why you use full names. “Don’t ‘No Mitchell’ me, young woman!” He points at me sternly and tries to keep up the severe expression, but a small smile tugs at his lips because Uncle Mitch can never be angry with me. “Now get to school!” I salute him, grab my backpack and start to leave the kitchen. “Hey!” his voice makes me turn around again, “I’m really glad to see you shining like this again, Muffin. You seem more alive since meeting that boy.” I can’t fight the smile tugging at my lips, so I don’t. “Thanks, Mitchy,” he offers me a wide smile, “I love you.” “I love you too, Muffin. Have fun at school.” “Yeah, you too!” Uncle Mitch is a marketing teacher at a college in Los Angeles. Sometimes, I do wish he’d teach high school and teach at Los Feliz High School instead. It would mean we could spend even more time together than we already do. It would also mean really awkward moments for the both of us. So, maybe it’s better the way it is. Just maybe.

After school, Madison and I head to her house to hang out for a while. To say I’m excited about it is an understatement, but I’m even more excited to see Charlie at the store later tonight.

“Hey, I have to close the store again tonight, so I can only hang out until like six.”

“Again? Gee, that girl is really exploiting you,” Madison comments as she plops down onto the bed on her stomach. “What do you want to do?” I think about it for a second. We should probably do the sensible thing and study, but knowing Madison, that probably won’t happen.

“Can we study Spanish for a moment? I’ve got a test tomorrow and with work tonight, I won’t be able to study for it enough.” Madison groans loudly, turning on her bed so she’s on her back.

“I thought we were going to do something fun?”

“You’re Puerto Rican, Spanish is your second language,” I point out to her, hoping it would convince her to help me. The look on her face doesn’t tell me good news. “Please, Mads? I really need to do well on this test or Uncle Mitch will tell me to quit my job.”

“Which will affect your love life, right. Fair enough.” Her mouth goes so fast I barely realize what she’d said until I’ve mulled it over in my head.

“My job doesn’t affect my love life, Madison.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I’m left wondering whether it’s because of what I said or because of the full name-usage.

“Your dream boy is at the Music Store every single day. If you stop working there, you will never see him again. So, yes, it’s going to affect your love life.”

“Charlie is not my dream boy,” I blurt out whilst grabbing my Spanish textbook from my backpack. The silence in the room is agonizing and I’m not even sure why it’s quiet.

“Uhm, yes, he is. I can tell how your eyes sparkle when you’re talking about him or music or writing music with him and I caught you staring at his Instagram on more than one occasion.” I can’t believe I’ve been this imprudent with the whole Charlie thing. Of course Madi would know. She knows who I like way before I actually like them.

“Can we just get to Spanish now, please?” Madison rolls her eyes, an amused expression on her face. “Don’t roll your eyes at me!” I chuckle, and now, so does Madison. As I climb onto the bed with her, she adjusts her own position, so she can read along with me in my textbook.

For an hour or so, we study Spanish. Madison asks me questions, queries my vocabulary, and corrects me if I’m wrong. And so, by six, I’m sufficiently prepared for my test tomorrow, and ready to go and see Charlie. Which I’m most excited about, obviously.

“Say hi to Dream Boy!” Madison yells when she lets me out of the house. I turn around to reply something, but she’s already gone back inside and closed the door.

“He’s not my dream boy…” I mutter to myself, not entirely sure if I’m lying or not. Charlie is amazing. He’s brought out a side in me I hadn’t yet found. A love for songwriting with other people again. A love for music again.

“Hey, Emily!” The familiar voice makes me jump out of my thoughts. Beautiful thoughts. About Charlie. But then reality comes in and it’s even more beautiful because Charlie’s right there. He’d just arrived at the store too.

“Oh, hi, Charlie,” I greet back and open the door to walk in with Charlie in tow. “Did you finish your song yet?” I ask while making my way to the cash register to dump my stuff there and greet Ash, so she can leave.

“Almost! We’re just tweaking it a bit, rehearsing it with the band and stuff,” he replies, having picked up his guitar on the way to the counter. “What about your song? I’m really excited to hear.” I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips.

“See you, Emily, Charlie!” Ash waves quickly before dipping out of the store and leaving us alone. That’s when I realize we really are alone. Just like yesterday.

“Uhm, yeah. Almost. I think I might have it by the end of the week. I’m kind of struggling with some things still, but I’ll be fine.” He softly strums his guitar while keeping his eyes on me.

“Will I be the first one to hear it when it’s finished?” he asks.

“Uhm, yeah. Yeah, definitely,” I reply. My body’s heating up entirely from the way he’s looking at me, and it’s making me fidgety, so I start sorting through some of the invoices from today.

“I kind of want to keep

Finally Free

for when you decide to join the band…” he tells me, and I halt my actions to look up at him again. Bad idea. Abort.

“That’s nice, Charlie, but I really don’t know my answer yet.”

“No, yeah, I know. Just… Want to keep that song safe for if you do.” He offers me a wide smile. “Shall I start polishing guitars now?” he points to the other guitars on the wall.

“I’d rather you play some songs for me,” he looks at me, surprised. “Please?” He plays a couple of chords again, a soft melody filling up the entire space and my heart.

“I don’t have any lyrics for this one yet, but I came up with this killer melody last night with the boys.” I bite my lip listening to it, trying to focus on the melody and not him.

“How are the boys, by the way?” I change the subject, hoping it’ll keep me from concentrating too much on him. And his biceps – he’s wearing one of those muscle tanks again that show off his arms very nicely. Or his cute smile. Or his pretty eyes.

“They’re fine… Just Jeremy and Owen, you know? We had a couple of band practices and we’re doing okay; I think.” He doesn’t stop playing that same melody over and over again, and I really wish he wasn’t.

“Why don’t you have a rehearsal here?” I suggest. I genuinely want to see the boys again. They’re fun to be around. “I work the entire day Saturday, so you could come at closing, play a few songs while I clean up and stuff?” Charlie abruptly stops playing, his eyes turning sad, his lips forming a pout.

“Is it because you’re sick of me?” I blink a couple of times, startled at the question.

“What? No!” I hope I sound confused and not defensive or sarcastic. “No, I love spending time with you. But I really do like Owen and Jeremy, and I love your music, so…” I trail off a little to find him smiling his wide, bright smile again. “It’s a win-win?”

“More like a win-win-win, I think,” he says. I tilt my head a little in confusion. “You win because you’ve got good music to clean up to. The band wins because we’re allowed to practice in a music store that has amazing equipment. And I win…” he moves closer to me. Only the counter is between us now. “Because I get to spend time with you.” I swallow a lump in my throat. He’s standing so close to me. Albeit, not as close as he was last night. But still. Very close.

“Right…” I mutter and let out a chuckle, “A triple win it is then.” Charlie’s smile widens and my heart just swells. How can a human I despised for like a few hours turn into the most adorable freaking human being alive? Everything he does either makes me smile or blush or makes my heart just swell.

“Triple Win could be our new band name,” Charlie suggests. I look up at him, just to check if he’s serious about it. When he nonchalantly hops onto the free part of the counter, nearly knocking me in the head with his guitar and sitting on part of my invoices I’m still sorting because Ash is a mess, I realize he’s actually serious.

“Triple Win is not a good band name, Charlie,” I chuckle and tear the invoices from underneath his ass, “It just doesn’t make sense if there are four of us.” Charlie’s eyes widen and mine do too. I probably shouldn’t have said that. Now he’ll get his hopes up that I’ll actually join the band. “You know,

I ever do join the band.”

“Oh, right,” his smile falters, “Sunset Curve is way better.” The smile’s back. I chuckle at his comment, but don’t say anything. I can’t really argue with it anyway.

“Can you get your ass off my invoices now, please, Charles?” His eyebrows furrow and his smile fades away slowly. Probably shouldn’t ironically use his full name either. But I still like to mess with him a little. Without saying another word, he jumps off the counter and, while strumming his guitar, walks over to the piano to go and sit over there.

“What are you doing anyway?” he questions, nodding at the papers in my frustrated hands.

“Trying to put this invoices in order of purchase. You know, from 9am this morning until fifteen minutes ago, but Ashlynn’s handwriting is terrible, and I can’t make anything of some of these.” This makes him get up again, but this time he leaves his guitar at the piano, and he walks up to me. Even though we both know it’s not allowed, Charlie comes to stand behind me at the counter, leaning his hand onto the countertop, hovering over my shoulder.

“I have terrible handwriting too, I might be able to decode this,” he tells me when I suddenly tense up entirely. “This one’s from 2:26pm,” he says, pointing to the paper in my hands.

“I did not make a two out of either of those numbers.” He chuckles. I can feel him breathe behind me since his chest is pressed against my back, and I must try my best not to turn my head to look at him. If I do, our faces will be as close as they were yesterday, and I’ll want to kiss him.

For about an hour, Charlie and I sort through the invoices together until they’re finally in the right order and I can put them safely in the blue folder where they belong.

“Thanks for helping with that, Charlie. I could not have done that by myself,” I say and turn my head to look at him, thinking he’ll have taken a step back by now. He hasn’t. This was a terrible idea.

Abort. Abort. Abort.

We’re standing so close, my nose brushes against his cheek, causing him to look down and now we’re just staring at each other. My mind is running lapses, panicking about what to do. Abort mission or give in and kiss him? Whilst my mind is busy going over the possibilities and consequences, my heart is thumping out of my chest.

“I think you would, it would’ve just taken ages,” he mumbles. His voice comes out in a rasp, making my toes curl up. “But you’re welcome.” He turns ever so slightly, standing more next to me than behind me, and his eyes flutter close.

Abort. Abort. Abort.

“I got to… Uhm…” I say, but I’m not sure if I want to do anything than be here and have him this close to me. Without consulting my brain, my eyes flutter too, and I feel myself leaning in. I can feel his breath on my lips when my brain decides to brake and abort this entire mission. I jerk away abruptly, making Charlie open his eyes now too. “I got to… do stuff…” I walk past him and towards the askew sheet music to clean up that mess. I don’t know how I left Charlie, and to be fair, I don’t dare to look at him. It takes me at least five minutes before I look up and find him at the piano, grabbing his guitar again.

The rest of the night is spent in pure silence. The only thing filling up the room is Charlie’s soft melody and his voice singing ever so softly. I can barely understand a word he’s singing, but it’s just a reminder that he’s still here. Though the sound tells me he is, I still glance up every now and then. Either I catch him already glancing at me, or I’m caught by him. And every time we do, we both smile.

I don’t really know what to do with myself or the things I’m feeling inside. Every time I’m standing as close to Charlie as I was before, there’s this tingly feeling that I feel

everywhere

in my body, but my brain just stops working every single time our lips inch closer. I don’t even know why my brain does it. It’s like I can’t even control it. I want to. But I can’t.

When I’m done cleaning up, Charlie puts his guitar back on the wall and grabs his stuff too. It’s completely silence between both of us except for the explosive sexual tension between us. That’s loud enough for both of us.

“So…” Charlie starts when we’re outside and I’m locking the door. I cringe a bit, thinking he might start talking about what had just happened. “Can I come back to hang tomorrow too? And I’ll bring the boys on Saturday.”

“Yeah, of course,” I reply and fall into step with him to walk down the street together. “Hey, if you bring the boys Saturday, will you show me that

Finally Free

song?” Charlie opens his mouth, possibly to object, but I interrupt him, “It might convince me to join the band?”

“If it’s finished by then, we might,” he replies with that soft, lazy smile on his face. “Will you show me

Perfect Harmony

then?”

“If it’s finished by then, I might,” I repeat his answer whilst one corner of my mouth tugs into a smirk. Charlie chuckles at that, shaking his head at me. “How did you and the boys become a band?” I’ve been wanting to know that since I met the three together at the Open Mic Night.

“We met each other in Middle School, and we all liked music, and then we learned that all of us play a different instrument and boom, band!” he explains amusedly with a bright smile as if really happy with the memory.

“You guys hit it off right away?” I ask, and without knowing, lead him onto my street.

“Uhm, yeah, pretty much. All three of us were kind of new, didn’t have many friends, so we automatically kind of attracted to one another.”

“The purest form of friendship,” I respond, “That’s how Madison and I are too. We met in Kindergarten and I remember her pushing Brianna off the swings because she was mean to me,” I have to laugh at the memory of Madison and me in Kindergarten. “Or at least, that’s what our parents told us.” My smile fades a little, thinking about my parents.

“Was your Uncle Robert a sibling of your parents?”

I nod in response, “He was my mother’s brother. But I’d rather not talk about my parents too much.” Charlie’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, asking me what happened with them. “Long story short, they kicked me out of the house when I told them I wanted to go to the Music Academy instead of a ‘real’ college.” I use air quotes around the word ‘real’. “I live with Uncle Mitch now; he was Uncle Bobby’s husband.”

“Oh… I’m sorry about that, Emily,” he sounds sad, and when I look at him, even his eyes look the part. It makes him look like a sad puppy. “That must suck bad. I imagine going to that fancy school is like a dream of yours?”

“Yeah, Uncle Bobby and I used to dream about it all the time,” I smile at the memory of Bobby. He was an amazing support and I hope he’ll be proud of me once I make it through auditions. “But the audition process is very intricate and only a few people get in.”

“I’m sure you’ll capture your spot with your wrecking ball of talent.” I offer him a smile, and then halt right in front of my house.

“This is my place,” I say, pointing, “Well, my Uncle’s place.” He turns around to look at the small house with the white walls and the red door. If anything, the red door gives away who lives in the house. It was Bobby’s idea to paint it red. He always wanted to stand out.

“It’s quaint,” Charlie nods approvingly.

“I mean, it ain’t no mansion, but it’s definitely home.” Charlie chuckles at that.

“Well, I’m going to head to the shed for band practice,” he says, and I can tell he’d much rather stay but I can’t invite him in with Mitch home. The poor boy won’t survive the abundance of questions that’ll be thrown at his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, definitely. See you tomorrow.” He offers me a smile and a wave, and I return the favor until he walks away.

“Stop staring at my ass!” he yells, startling me slightly because I

was

looking at his ass.

“Don’t flatter yourself!” I yell back but can’t help but smile. And blush.

I almost really did kiss him today. If my brain didn’t object so hard, I would’ve kissed him. And I would be fine with that.

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notveryglittery · 4 years

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so @/dysaniadisorder posted this really cute zoom moxiety art and then i posted some selfies in a discord server and the reactions from that + this moxiety art got me feeling even more Fluffy than usual so here’s a very rambly au that i stream of consciousness wrote in half an hour lol

idk about anyone else, but i had a pen pal through english class in middle school for a little while. so what if, patton and virgil meeting through being pen pals. patton's letters are as bubbly as his stories, he includes stickers on the pages and the envelope, and uses *so many* exclamation marks. virgil meanwhile, tends to write very little and mostly just in reaction to whatever patton said. because sure, the letters are sent to the school and they've been told not to give away personal information, but y'know... Just In Case.

except for one towards the end of the program, when patton really doesn't want to lose contact with virgil, so he shares his instagram. and he says no pressure of course i dont even know if you have an instagram but here it is if you ever wanna try to keep talking. and bc roman's his best friend, of course virgil has instagram (ugh). so of course he checks patton's profile. and oh *no* he's as cute as his bubbly handwriting and his stories and stickers and exclamation marks

virgil's never really mentioned this whole pen pal thing to roman, because roman's english teacher did not sign her class up for it and he knows roman would be jealous. but he made the mistake of checking patton's profile in roman's presence and if anyone's going to notice a Gay Panic™, it's roman

so of course roman grills virgil and virgil caves bc like what?? else is he gonna do?? but anyway, roman hits the follow button for virgil but then virgil throws his phone across the room and breaks it so can we get an f in the chat

meanwhile patton's studying with his step-brother logan when he gets a little chime from his phone and? oh a new instagram follow that's neat, who's [insert cool username for virgil]? except of course virgil's profile is private so patton has to follow back to see any photos. except virgil's phone is busted! bummer

cue virgil not getting a new phone for a week or two bc idk he's in trouble for breaking the old one to begin with and by the time he finally does get a new one, he totally spaces on installing instagram. so it's like a month and a half later when roman asks him why the heck he hasn't been liking roman's pictures that virgil remembers. and then he also remembers patton. *oh god patton* how could he ever forget, he is a fool, and patton probably hates him now, or he must be super worried, bc the pen pal program is over so they havent been writing and then he just disappeared off the face of the planet which?? well patton should have expected it a little because he did say it would be okay if virgil didnt want to keep in contact but *oh god patton*

virgil installs instagram and finds patton's follow request (and like 32 comments from roman demanding that virgil like his photos what kind of best friend is he smh)

and he accepts it

and then while he's still riding his bravery high, he messages patton "hey it's virgil" and then Very Calmly sets his phone down before screaming into a pillow

meanwhile patton's busy cheering logan on at his swim meet but this does mean that he's posting all sorts of encouraging cheesy stuff to his story which means virgil is already getting a sneak peak into patton's life and wait oh my GOD is that his voice???????

virgil is very gay and he is having a Time

anyway patton also almost breaks his phone when he sees the follow request approved *and* the message!!! because lowkey , he considers virgil a pretty close friend!! he vented in some of those pen pal letters! said some things he couldn't bring himself to say to anyone else. and virgil was always so patient and kind and reminded him of all the good things to help and balance out the bad things.

so y'know, fast forward thru lots of instagram interactions. messaging each other late into the night. virgil always liking patton's photos and leaving a single "💜" comment on every one. they talk about roman - and how he's virgil's best friend and he may be dramatic and loud but he's reliable and genuine - and they talk about logan - and how patton wouldn't know anywhere near as much as he does w/out him and how they have sleepovers in the basement every saturday.

and fast forward to moving on from instagram to discord, and joining servers of fandoms they're both in. making a server for themselves + roman + logan (and *oh boy,* introducing roman and logan). sending silly memes and posts that "made me think of you", late night texting that ends with one sending the final “i guess you fell asleep, sweet dreams <3″ message, and the other sending the “oops i did, good morning <3″ message in return

and sure, roman might post pictures on instagram of himself and virgil, but virgil's always half-in half-out of frame or he's blurry or he's looking away. and so one day, he posts a selfie in their friend server because he's just got his hair dyed purple and he's *so excited* and patton. patton didnt even have time to prepare can we get an f in the chat

there are a LOT of keysmashes and hearts lol

roman is still laughing by the time patton manages to calm down. patton sort of flat out demands for a group video call aljsdf

logan and roman, all this time obviously because they can't be out done, have already had plenty of personal voice and video calls themselves. sometimes it's just to help roman run lines or help logan study for a test. but they have been on the receiving end of patton and virgil gushing about their respective crushes so they're in full support of this tbh

so they set up a group video call that night, roman and logan like immediately muting themselves bc let's be real we all know the real reason behind this. patton is gushing about virgil and virgil's hair like, right off the bat, and virgil is slowly but surely disappearing into his hoodie and the lighting in his room isn't very good, but gosh patton is *melting* and then

and THEN

patton pauses to finally drink out of his cooling hot cocoa and virgil takes the opportunity to clear his throat and sit up a little out of his hoodie cocoon and says thank you

and y'all we thought virgil was all Gay Panic™ when he saw patton's face in photos for the first time? and then he broke his phone when roman followed patton for him?

patton does a spit take and chokes on his hot cocoa and kind of maybe shorts out his laptop ajsdkjhsf

because we gotta go full circle baby

roman disappears from view on his camera because he just rolled off the bed he's laughing so hard

you know logan definitely anticipated this, so he's been on best buy's website this whole time, ready to find laptops on sale / schedule an appointment to get patton's laptop fixed

and uuuhhhh yeah :) pen pals to friends to lovers long distance moxiety, with background probably-qpr logince because that's the Vibe i'm getting. with bonus best friends prinxiety and familial logicality!! thanks for reading :D

#sanders sides fan fiction #moxiety #romantic moxiety #patton sanders #virgil sanders #platonic prinxiety #moxiety fan fiction #dani writes

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sometimes-i-write-4-you · 4 years

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seceret’s out - Javier Williams X reader

a\n: i’m honored to be the first one to post a fic for this show. love it so much. request if you want, please, cause my head is empty from ideas.

I sat in my desk at biology class. 3 days have passed since the new kid arrived, Javier Williams. He has those beautiful brown eyes, and his hair is always perfectly messy. His lips are probably super soft. Well, that's at least what I've gathered from staring at him for 85% percent of the class. It's the only class I have with him, but I see him all the time – in the hallway, mostly, and he's always being kind and I just wish I had the courage to talk to him.

"(y\n), would you please tell us about the cell?" Gabriela cuts off my wondering. "the cell has multiple parts. The mitochondria, which is the powerhouse of the cell-" I start, but she sighs and once again cutting me off. "(y\n), we're past that. We learned about the cell a week ago, you should start focusing again instead of daydreaming" Gabriela says, and the class laugh. "I'm sorry, can any of you explain to me how hearts function? No? that's what I thought" Gabriela adds, and the laughter stops.

I sneak a look at Javier, and he catches my glance and smile. I panic and turn my gaze back to the notebook Infront of me. Shit.

"hey, (y\n)" I hear Gerry whisper, "you know, if Willie boy is what's distracting you, I can help you get his attention" he says. I choose to ignore him, but it seems like it's what he wanted. "oh, don't ignore me baby" he said, and I hear the smile in his voice, "hey, if we'll fuck, I bet he'll talk to you" Gerry kept going. It wasn't the first time he suggested it, even though I was the quite type and never bothered him. "Can I go the bathroom?" I ask, and the teacher approves. I pick my bag up to take with me. "I'm sorry, you can't leave with your bag. Take what you need and hurry up" Gabriela says, and so I take my water bottle and a small box I put in my pocket without anyone noticing.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and took a pill out of the box, trying to stabilize my breath. I hate Gerry so much, and I hate this stupid class, and I hate—

"(y\n)?" someone asks, "it's me, Sophia". I swallow the pill along with some water and flush the toilet. "hey" I say, opening the door and wiping away the tears that managed to escape on my way to the bathroom. "you know, Gerry is kind of an asshole, you should just ignore him" she says, leaning on the counter as I wash my hands. "why-" "what was he whispering? I noticed he was bothering you, but I can't read lips" she keeps talking. "just… suggested to fuck me" I say as I dry my hands with some toilet paper.

"for real?" she asks, turning to face me. I nod. "that's… you should stick with me, I'll walk you to class, and I'll ask Javi to walk you to your next one, I have a double class" she says, and my heart skips a beat at the mentioning of his name. "uh, thanks" I smile at her, and we walk together. The bell rings, and I realize my things are still in the biology classroom, so I ask Sophia to walk me there.

"(y\n), just who I was looking for" a handsome guy says. He hands me the bag, "I put everything there. I'm sorry Gerry is a dick to you, he's just… a dick". I thank him, slowly recognizing the boy as Raul, the rich kid whose father is a corrupt politician or something along these lines. I refused to watch the secret reveal video's, it's not my business, but I heard people talk.

I arrive to my class, and Sophia leaves to go to her's. time passes, and I don't think it could've gone slower. After this period ends, I get to have one on one time with no other than Javier Williams. Will I be able to form a sentence? Highly doubt it, but oh well, I'm not wasting this opportunity.

The bell rings, finally, and at the door I see Javier already waiting. "hi, (y\n), right?" he asks. I nod. "yeah, that's me" I smile. "Sophie told me Gerry is harassing you. Don't worry, I won't let him touch you" he says, smiling. "thank you, Javier" I say. His smile is even cuter from up close. "so, how's biology?" he asks. "well, boring" I say, and he laughs, "how are you enjoying our national school so far?" I ask, highlighting the "national", since the faculty is making such a big deal over that.

"well, it's nice. Met some cool people, met some… less cool people" he says. I laugh, "yeah, it's a weird time to get here, I promise we don't usually reveal secrets on school assemblies and Instagram pages" I say. I was surprised at how easy it was, talking to him. I was so sure I would forget every word I know, but I didn't. "which one surprised you the most? I mean, you know these people, for me it's the first thing I learned about them" he says.

"well, I actually hadn't watch any of the videos. I kinda heard things, but I try to ignore it. It's not my secret to know" I say, and he nods. "that's actually… kinda cool. That you respect them, and their privacy" he says. "you think I'm lame, right?" I laugh. "no, no. no, this is really… I admire that. That's being a good person" he insists, smiling at me. Our eyes lock for a moment, but a high-pitched voice is ruining the moment.

"oh, Javier, are you really hanging put with her now? Poor girl" some girl laughs. I look at her, confused, and he's just as confused. "what, you haven't seen it? All your secrets just revealed a new, juicy, secret" she smiles. Javier takes out his phone as we walk, and a video play.

It's my picture, it's my words. The song in the background, I wrote it yesterday and sent it to my friend, how did the hacker get that?

"oh, he is so pretty

But he will never notice me"

It's my voice, and the other photos, that's my diary.

Shit. I run to class before Javier understand who I'm singing for.

"and when I want to try,

I just end-up being too shy"

Crap, crap. People are looking at me. "I love your song; do you think you'll release an album? You can call it 'Javier Williams, please notice me!' " some guy laughs. This is not happening. The hacker was quiet, I thought he was only after the stupid popular kid, why would he reveal my secret? What's his goal?

After the class is over, I sneak to the bathroom to take another pill. It's supposed to calm down my anxiety, but it's affects fade quick. I leave the bathroom, and Javier is leaning on the wall in front pf the door.

"hey" he smiles at me and pushes himself off the wall. He gets closer and closer. "your song is really good; I didn't know you sing. Your voice is-" "please, stop, Javier. I don't want you to pity me" I sigh, cutting him off. He follows me to my next period. "I don't pity you; I just want to talk. You seem cool, and I'd love to get to know you" he says, catching up to me fast. "why?" I ask, "because the whole school knows I like you?" I stop and look him right in the eyes. Those gorgeous, gorgeous brown eyes. "no. because you are nice, and honest, and you have a beautiful voice" he says. I sigh, "don't pity me, Javier" I insist, and walk away.

A few days pass. A video of Javier and Sophia was sent to everyone in school, including me. It was followed by a "sorry to disappoint you" message, but I think it was exclusive for me. I haven't talked to Javier since… well, the second and last time we ever talked. I exchanged some words with Sophia, but that's it. I was sitting with my friends at lunch, but it got unbearable faster than… I don't know, a cringe compilation full of 13-year-old kids making sex jokes and do fortnight dances. Every second person tried to comfort me over the video, and I escaped to the bathroom for 2 things: quiet, and a pill. I wonder why the hacker chose to reveal the crush, isn't my anxiety a more dramatic secret? Whatever, I don't want to think about it.

I leave the bathroom just in time to start walking to my next class, Biology. "hey" a voice says. It belonged to a particular pretty boy. "what do you want, Javier?" I sigh and stop by my locker to get my biology book. "just… Sophia and I, it's not… we're not together. I wanted you to know that, cause, you know-" because I have a thing for you? Yeah, thanks, Javier" I sigh. He sighs. "can you stop avoiding me? I'm just trying to be nice to you. I know it wasn't ideal, the way I found out, but even before that, I wanted to talk to you. When Sophie asked me to walk you to class, I was actually happy to, and not as a favor for her, but at the chance to talk to the quiet, beautiful girl who I always catch looking at me but never dares to talk to me" he says as we walk to class together. Everybody's looking at us. "Javier, you are such a player" Gerry smiles, looking at the two of us as we enter the class. "it was just a kiss" Javier hisses at him. "if it was just a kiss, kiss her" Gerry offers, pointing at me with his stupid butt chin. "no" I say, "that's-".

"oh, come on, (y\n), I'm helping you out, don't you want to kiss his 'probably super soft lips' and run your hands through his 'perfectly messy hair' " Gerry teases, quoting my diary. I blush and start planning a way to escape this room. The door is right behind me. Who's gonna stop me? However, Javier is not taking any it.

He takes my hand and pull me back to his side. "may i?" he asks. "i-" I want to answer. Turns out I was right; his lips are super soft. He pulls away and smiles at me. "were my lips super soft?" he asks, biting his lips. "uh, i-" "I use Chapstick" he smiles. I laugh.

Gerry starts to clap, and his friends aw. Oh, right, he was bullied into kissing me. His hand still holds mine, and he drags me to my seat and take the open spot next to me. "I really enjoyed talking to you, you know. I swear, I'm not saying that out of pity. Do you think I'll kiss you out of pity?" he asks. "I don't know, I don't know… you" I reply as I put my things on my desk. Biology book, biology notebook, pens…

"would you like to?" he asks. I look at him confused. "would you like to get to know me? Maybe over some… I don't know coffee?" he smiles at me. I nod. "sure, yeah. Coffee's great" I smile back.

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paullicino · 3 years

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A Year like No Other

(Taken from, and funded by, my Patreon.)

A lot of people are now calling 2020 the lost year and it’s not difficult to see why. Most of us have never had a year remotely like this last one. For some of us, the calendar began to blur, weeks and even months merging into one another in a sickly, uneasy timelessness that had us double-checking what day it was. For others, there was stress after stress, as we worried about our health, our jobs, our governments, even our countries. And the two experiences certainly weren’t mutually exclusive.

This month, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on that, acknowledging both the struggles and the successes. It’s sometimes been a difficult twelve months for me, but it certainly hasn’t been without its inspirations and its wonderful moments. I wanted to share some of those, to talk about a few ideas and to spotlight the things that helped me through 2020. I hope it helps. I figure it’s as good a time as any for us to be sharing our blessings.

And I think that first involves celebrating you. I think that’s very important. This past month, a year on from the first COVID cases being widely-reported (and also the first reports of cases where I live), I’ve read a lot by people asking questions like “What difference does it all make?” or “What is the point?” when they look back. They ask these questions when they think about things like their life changes, their mask wearing, their activism or their voting. They see an ongoing pandemic, social unrest or political inaction and wonder why they should make an effort while others are lax or apathetic. It’s natural to wonder that. I think anyone can understand the fatigue, the cynicism and the disillusionment.

But I also, get this, have a Hot Take on this that says that the choices you made were vital. When you chose to wear a mask, to socially distance, to restrict when and where you went, you actively helped fight a deadly virus. You may well have saved lives, saved someone’s health, protected livelihoods by acting as you have. When you voted, shared a cause on social media, attended a protest or talked to even one person about helping others or making the world better, you contributed to improving your society.

In fact, I have capital-O Opinions about these things so strap in and hold on, 'cause here they come.

I’ve been very fortunate to share much of my work on the internet over the years, which is a very particular medium, and sometimes that work reaches a lot of people. My experience of this is that you never know who it truly reaches, or when, or even how, and most of the time you never find out. There’s certainly an immediacy to things where you can see, pretty quickly, what the instant reaction to something is, but that’s fleeting. It doesn’t last and, within moments, there’s already something newer demanding more responses.

In time, the true consequences of things shake out. People get back to you with their more considered opinions. Sometimes months, even years after you do something, you find out from someone what they thought about it, how it affected them or even how they were changed. It can take time for a person to realise how they were changed, too, and we rarely have perspective in the moment. Sometimes it takes us years to appreciate the choices and the actions of our friends, our family members, our teachers, our communities. People have contacted me about work I’ve done long, long after I first shared it, and many of those people have come from places that I never expected, have found my work in ways that I never expected. I think, now, that consequence never travels in straight lines. That cause and effect are strangers rather than siblings.

And so I hope it’s clear that the ramble you have so kindly indulged is meant to say that we don’t always notice the good things that we have done. We ask “What difference does it all make?” or “What is the point?” because we don’t get those answers immediately, or for a long time, or sometimes ever. But not knowing when we saved someone’s health, when we changed someone’s mind, even when we inspired someone’s actions doesn’t mean that we aren’t making a difference. There is a point to our life changes, our mask wearing, our activism and our voting.

I hope you can celebrate yourself and give yourself credit for the choices you made this last year. They have mattered.

I also want to thank you so, so much for supporting my Patreon. I know many of you have been with me since day one, for more than two years now, and I’m so grateful for both your capital-P Patronage and your presence, whether that’s in our Discord community or through your comments and your correspondence. That’s made a big difference to me this past year, helping me pay rent and put food on the table during a time when so much has been uncertain. 2020 was to be my first full year back in Canada after a complicated, circuitous absence and I had half-finished projects, freelance ideas and half a dozen tabs open in my browser with writing residencies to apply for, everywhere from nearby Richmond to the Yukon Territory. I hoped this would be a year that I’d both finally see more of Canada and be able to write about it, too. A lot of things didn’t quite work out, freelance budgets were slashed, work timelines lengthened and I became ill, but as I look back now I’m thankful for a great deal.

I still managed to fulfill some ambitions. At the start of 2020 I’d been finishing up some work on Zafir, which had been an absolute delight, and I was not far off starting spring work on Magical Kitties Save the Day. The close of the year saw me resuming work on a Feng Shui expansion and each of these projects has been really good for me. All of them gave me a chance to work with skillful, progressive people and to become a better designer.

As spring continued, I decided to make a one-off video about board gaming and mental health during a pandemic, partly to offer a practical and helpful introduction to playing board games online and looking after yourself, but also because I wanted people to feel that their actions during a pandemic mattered. Among the things I referenced and linked to, I’ve continued dipping into Headspace from time to time, and this helpful list of brief work-from-home tips has been further updated. I’ve also since further investigated the terrific work of Dr. Ali Mattu, a psychologist and therapist who has produced a lot of material over the last year focusing on how to handle the pandemic.

With the summer came widespread protests across the United States, which highlighted the oppressive and fatal consequences of systemic racism and the urgent need for police reform, both issues not exclusive to the that country (for me, the events echoed the protests that began on my Tottenham street in 2011 and the violent response to 2010’s student protests). I shared a list of resources that I thought were important at the time, but there also followed a wide call for white people to make more effort to both seek out, engage with and promote motion pictures made by Black Americans, or which reflected the Black experience. It wasn’t a big ask and, as well as watching films that had been recommended many times over (such as Us, Da 5 Bloods, The Last Black Man in San Francisco and the excellent BlacKkKlansman, which was the best film I saw last year), I also tried to diversify my social media feeds more. Instagram was host to a growing discussion about how the platform seems to (deliberately or accidentally) divide people by race, something which I think may still be the case, and several nature photographers I follow promoted Tsalani Lassiter and Rae Wynn-Grant. To my delight, among many of the things they speak about and share, both are experts on bears.

I thought it was important to look more closely at Canada, too, so I made more of an effort to follow Indigenous issues and have begun reading Indigenous news sources, including First Nations Drum, Windspeaker and the Nunatsiaq News. CBC runs its own Indigenous news section, much of which is written by Indigenous reporters.A lot of freelance and writing opportunities dried up as the pandemic contracted the world’s economies, but in 2020 I was able to start writing for VICE, working with my old colleague and friend Rob Zacny, and interview the world’s most famous board game designer. VICE has written a lot of relevant, helpful and informative material about current events over the last year and I was heartened by the words of a fellow VICE writer, Gita Jackson, who concluded her essay about living in The Cool Zone of historical possibility by reminding us how “In The Cool Zone, we can also rediscover hope.”

This year I was also inspired by Faith Fundal’s widely-shared CBC podcast They and Us, which was an excellent (and still rare) example of a mainstream media exploration of gender identity and trans rights, and really pleased for my friend Brendan, who launched his podcast project Hey, Lesson! in the autumn. Of course, I can’t mention podcasts without again reminding you of my love for the spooky, supernatural Death by Monsters, which I got to host last winter. It was my dear friend Paula, one of its presenters, who recommended that I start streaming regularly, something I now do here. She was absolutely right when she talked about how positive and social an experience it can be. It’s been a real joy, as well as added some important structure and schedule to my week.

And, of course, the arrival of my first full year as a Canadian resident meant that I got to celebrate my first anniversary as a Canadian resident. I paid my taxes! Let me tell you, it was a slightly confusing and esoteric experience, but it was also one of those mundane, humdrum things that confirms and validates you. Though I didn’t get to throw a party for that anniversary, I did get to enjoy my birthday celebrations before the pandemic really hit. My partner surprised me with a trip to the not-quite-remote-but-definitely-secluded Gibsons, on the quiet British Columbia coastline, which was the best birthday gift anyone’s ever given me and a chance to see more of the rocky, forested, mountainous fringes of a place I’ve fallen so in love with. Before Vancouver closed down, I was also able to collect more than a dozen people (representing five different nationalities!) together in a brewery and then a restaurant, something that now feels like an extremely alien concept. For some of us in our friend group, it’s the last memory we have of coming together and being in the same space. That gives it a pronounced poignancy, a bittersweet quality.

Finally, I’d like to share two more things with you. The first is particularly peculiar and personal: I found my wizard. After drafting this piece last summer, then sharing it in the autumn, a few suggestions led me not straight to my goal, but ultimately down the right path. The game that I was thinking of is called The Tomb of Drewan and I very much doubt that anyone, anywhere is likely to have heard of it. It’s thirty-nine years old this year and it was distributed by a publisher in Berkshire, not so far from where I grew up. It only took me three and a half decades to see what it looks like in colour.

Tracking down this game was a softly satisfying experience. It’s exactly as I remember. Everything makes sense. Reading through the manual reminds me of how difficult it was to try and understand this thing through a monochrome monitor, though I also think it was likely way too complex for the child I was. I don’t think I ever got anywhere. I don’t think I ever could have. But I at least know that my memory has served me well. That wizard was as real as could be.

The second thing is something about my own missing year, something that has also resurfaced in my memory as we’ve plodded through 2020. In the long, dark winter months, in the unstructured days and the collapsing weeks, I’ve been transported back to the early 2000s and to a time that now feels very familiar. Here's what that was like.

I’d been writing professionally for a few years, comfortably and competently, while still living in suburban Hampshire. As publishing moved from magazines to the internet, my work began to dry up, my options narrowed and, honestly, I didn’t respond to this shift by producing my best material. I also didn’t know what to do about all this change, becoming directionless and unsure. I didn’t yet have the confidence to take some of the larger steps that I eventually did and, instead, somewhere in all that I began to move backward. I struggled to find work. I slept the strangest hours. I was frustrated, but it also didn’t matter nearly enough to me because also, I was no longer motivated.

I have memories of waking up at all kinds of times of day and night. Of not knowing where to go. Of running out of things to take photographs of, after looking at the same local sights over and over. It was like living at the bottom of a well, with a tiny, distant view of the world and no handholds for climbing out. I wasted time because I had time to waste, something I deeply regret now, and I became crabby, unhealthy and inward-looking. I was far from my best.

The last time I was in England I found myself going through old things from the early 2000s. I found many of the books I read, a great deal of writing I’d done and, in particular, a lot of my old RPG notes. A lot of old RPG notes, an absolute wealth of work that far exceeded anything I’d done outside of any work except that on Paranoia. I’ve written before about my roleplaying past and how I have fond memories of it, but I had completely forgotten exactly how much material I had collected together. I had so many biographies that I’d indexed them. I was starting to form an encyclopedia of everything I’d done, just so that I could find and reference the things I needed.

I had also read so much, which both prepared me for my degree and began to make me a better writer. I’d mostly stopped reading in my mid-teens and this was a new spurt of interest that led me toward many of the tastes and preferences I have today. I began to develop my fiction and non-fiction writing styles and I developed an interest in non-fiction that had paid me back a thousandfold.

I was building a new me.

I see now that I didn’t lose a year. I was certainly caught in a swamp of sorts, struggling to make progress, but the experiences I had during that time still mattered. They didn’t matter right away and they didn’t matter in any way that seemed at all obvious to me at the time, but they helped to shape me and to guide me, to show me both what I wanted and, certainly, what I didn’t want. If I had the chance to repeat it, I’d for sure live that missing year differently. I’d live it so much better, so much wiser and so much more fruitfully, but I can at least see it now as not the waste I long thought that it was.

And so I hope it’s clear that the ramble you have so kindly indulged is meant to say that, some time in the future, you may look back on 2020 and find your successes, your satisfaction, even your strength. I don’t mean to disregard anyone’s suffering or sadness, your feelings are valid and the pain, loss and difficulties you’ve encountered are very real. I don’t much like people who dismiss the feelings of others and I apologise if I’ve been too glib. I think a past version of myself needed to read something like this, a long time ago, and I only want to give them, you or anyone who might see this, hope for the future, a few reasons to be optimistic and, very importantly, a reminder to celebrate yourself.

Happy 2021. You made a difference. You always have.

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stellar-alley · 4 years

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Everfalls

•Chapter 17•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

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(Summary: The Losers attend the school's annual field trip to a small island. What possibly could go wrong?! )

The next morning Richie drove the two Ancestors to school in time to meet up at the required time before the bus leaves at 6.

“What animal schedules a school trip at 6 am?” Richie groaned as he parked at his normal spot in the school parking lot. Once the engine was off Richie finally turned to look at Eddie but quickly glanced down at their hands that were intertwined on the console between them.

After the fight and Richie’s terrible impressions, they eventually made up; they both mentally agreed that they can’t risk separating at this point, especially with the trip in literal hours.

“Well we’re here, we can’t bail now,” Eddie shrugged as he looked from Richie, out into the rising sun over the horizon. “Come on, let’s go puppy.” Eddie requested with a smirk as he opened his door, nearly took a step out before he looked over to Richie for help, his big doe eyes shining in the morning sun.

Richie smiled warmly before he hopped out, went to Eddie’s side and took his hand in his to help him down. “M'lady,” Richie said as Eddie stepped down beside him.

In response he got a slap on the shoulder, “Trashmouth” Eddie playfully rolled his eyes. He grabbed his bag from the back and stepped aside to allow Richie to retrieve his own before they closed the trunk and made their way towards the school.

The rest of the Losers could be seen by the bleachers not too far away from where the teachers were rounding up all the other students who were going on the trip.

“Sup Losers!” Richie called out as he and Eddie approached the others.

“Hey Rich, glad you could make it.” Bev shot him a smirk as she took a drag from her cigarette.

“I don't think any of us have ever seen you up before 8.” Mike joked, he turned to Eddie and asked, “Did you have to lure him out of bed with like a 6 shot of coffee?”. Mike didn’t make jokes like that often, but when he did, they were good.

Richie let out a bark of laughter and slapped his thigh, “Aha! Mikey gets off a good one. No but seriously imma pass out on the bus wake me up when it’s time to go home”. No one was sure whether he was being serious or not…

It was a miracle that all of the Losers were conveniently going on this trip. It was an English trip that was always accompanied by the Creative Writing class, which was taught by Mrs. Stuart. So Richie, Eddie, Ben and Stan were all in English together while Bev, Bill and Mike took the creative writing class.

While they awaited for further instructions from their teachers, the teens talked about random gossip they’d heard recently or rant about family/school life. Almost everyone had something to add, almost. Bill nodded and looked interested, yet he never spoke, well unless he was spoken to but everyone got the vibe that he wanted to be left alone (which was correct). So he stood slightly behind Stanley, so close that the taller boy could feel Bill’s heavy sigh on the back of his neck. It sent shivers down Stan’s spine.

When it was time to line up to get onto the bus, the Losers were the first in line. It allowed them to get the luxury of the back seats. Bill claimed the window seat of the second last seat, Stan slid in beside him, the two boys almost immediately fell asleep, Bill head rested on Stan’s shoulder while Stan’s rested on top of Bill’s. Mike claimed the seat behind them, the back seat. He sat on the edge with his feet in the aisle to face his friends. Richie and Eddie took one back seat while Ben and Bev claimed the one in front of them.

Everyone got settled and ready for the hour (or so) ride ahead. Suddenly, Ben whipped out Uno, things just got interesting.

“Don’t you fucking dare do it” Eddie glared daggers at Richie who slowly placed a pick up four card on top of the privious Uno card.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie swore as he tossed the rest of his cards down onto the pile.

Richie couldn’t hold back his laughter as he watched Eddie fume and sulk in the corner. Ben and Bev joined in as they sat on their knees and leaned over the back of their seat and into Eddie and Richie’s area.

“Wanna play another round?” Ben inquired as Eddie shook his head.

“I’m tired- plus if this ass hat pulls another plus 4 card out I’m going to kill everyone on this bus, then myself” Eddie said in a joking tone.

Once Bev and Ben were turned around and settled back into their seat, Eddie leaned his head against the window and his hands on his knees.

Neither of them could deny the fact that they both felt a little claustrophobic on the bus, their Ancestral sides craved to break out and run free. They felt too big for their bodies, like their skin was stretching and their bones were aching.

Richie examined the other Ancestor, the morning sunlight made his freckles shine like stars in the night sky. As much as he wanted to count each and every one of them, his attention was caught by something that rippled over Eddie’s hand. He looked down and noticed how the veins on Eddie's hands, the ones that usually go unnoticed, were dark, almost black. As if someone had injected a black ink like iquo into his veins. Richie quickly slapped a hand over Eddie’s.

Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the hand that Richie held. “It’s okay Rich, it happens on the full moon sometimes. Usually not this early on in the day but- later on it’ll get worse. For the both of us” A grime wave passed over Eddie's eyes as he looked at Richie.

Richie shook his head, slowly, and carefully took Eddie’s hand in his and lifted it up to his face where he kissed the back of his hand, black veins and all.

Eddie blushed, leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of Richie’s neck. Richie wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and held him close. “Get some shut eye, we’ve still got a ways to go…”.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen” Mr Brock said as he stepped off the bus, ahead of the students. “Woah one by one” He instructed as the students began rushing out of the bus.

The losers were the first ones on, that mean they would be the last ones off. Seeing the cliffs, the long green grass, the water that came with the salt in the air, Eddie and Richie were dying to get out and be one with nature. Their extra energy had them bouncing in their seats as they waited for the line up to slowly make its way out of the bus.

“Tag” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear the moment he stepped off the bus. Immediately afterwards he started sprinting away from the bus, his Ancestral blood pumping through his veins, a certain weight lifted off their shoulders as they ran out in the open. Richie had ran in a circle around their group of students before Eddie quickly caught up and slapped his back-

“Boys calm down!” Mrs. Stuart, called out with a small glare.

Richie halted, Eddie ran into his back. They both turned and giggled like little school girls. “Good one Rich, getting us in trouble before the tour even starts” Eddie mumbled as Richie elbowed him back in response.

Soon a representative from the island came to talk to them and explain how they’d go to the main castle and that’s where they’d meet the tour guide. During that time, Riche took a moment to survey his surroundings.

The wind blew in soft bursts through the tall lush grass on the outskirts of the small city, which consisted of the main building, which could’ve been called a small castle by the way it looked from the outside. Not only was it a castle but it also dubbed as a hotel. But there were also about 20 houses and some general stores. Beyond the main city area, the grass flowed out onto the gravel beaches and into the white waves. Farther out, down a hill there would be ruins of the original city that once laid there. All that was left were tunnels, caves and cement foundation.

“Now this would be a cool place to spend a full moon…” Richie’s voice drifted off as he imagined it in his head.

“Hmm sure” Eddie replied without taking his eyes away from the teacher who was speaking.

“Seriously though! Imagine it, running wild in the ruins, frightening the villagers” Richie jokes. Eddie rolled his eyes, Richie sighed, “Okay what about the beach? You can’t say you haven’t imagined spending a full moon out by the water” he reasoned as he looked at Eddie straight on.

Eddie’s arms that had once been crossed were now down by his sides, “Even if I did, it’s not like we can, our safest option is to just spend it with your dad. We cannot risk getting caught, not now” he huffed.

The wolf knew the rabbit had a point, but he couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to live like the Ancestors had before, at one with nature.

“So if you would kindly follow me into the lobby where you will be introduced to your tour guide for today” The man explained as he led the group through the little town area that separated them from the castle.

All the students oowed and awed at the old fashioned buildings that sat on either side of the road they walked on. Everything was made out of red burgundy bricks, wooden rooftops and white fences.

“It is kinda cool…” Eddie mumbled to Richie.

The group approached the castle and noticed the professional looking lady that stood on the front steps. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming to our quaint little island of Balmoral” The lady held her arms out to welcome the students before she continued her speech. “This island is protected by the ocean on all sides, the only way of accessing it is during the day while the tide is low. So our time is short, that’s why I’m so glad we get to have you all hear for the limited time between high tide, shall we begin?”.

“That’s what I was saying! Come on Eddie spaghetti you really need to start listening to me-“ Richie was cut off when he ran into Eddie who was walking infront of him, but had ubrutly stopped. “Woah what’s up spaghetti-“

“Shut up trashmouth” Eddie hissed, his eyes wide, body frozen in shock. Before Richie could question him further, Eddie took a few swift steps and practically hid behind Richie’s taller figure.

“Shut up- Shut up shut up!” Richie turned to face Eddie who shrank back, away from Richie touch. His voice was low and anxious, he was almost shaking as his eyes finally met.

“Woah what’s going on. Eddie talk to me” Richie whispered low enough for only Eddie to hear. To comfort Eddie, Richie reached his hand out and placed it on the back of the other’s head, sliding his fingers under Eddie’s beanie and into his hair. He felt Eddie physically melt into his touch

Eddie hesitated before he Began, “T-That lady is-“.

“Everything okay?” Mike asked with concern as he came up from behind them.

“A-Asthma” Eddie gasped as he started waving his hand around as if he were gesturing for someone to give him something.

Richie rapidly clued in on what Eddie was gesturing to. He did that dance when you check your pockets, he tried his inner jacket pocket, outer jacket pocket, amd both of his pant pockets. Then hre remembered where he kept it and leaped to open his bag’s back pocket. Quickly he yanked Eddie’s spare inhaler from the pocket, shook it rapidly and handed it to Eddie.

The rabbit barley had any time to question why Richie had it before he popped it in his mouth, one pump, two pumpes. Finally his breath slowly began to return.

“I-I’m okay” Eddie breathed, releaved to be able to have his breath back.

“Always prepare, right Rich?” Mike clapped him on the back, shooting him a proud smile before he went to catch up with the rest of the Losers who were at the front of the group. Stan had noticed Eddie’s little attack and instead of leading the rest of the group towards the ancestors, he suggested they go towards the front to hear what the tour guide had to say, in hopes that they wouldn’t notice what was happening.

Eddie and Richie stayed behind as they turned to face eachother.

“What the hell is going on?” Richie demanded with a serious tone.

“Me? Why the hell do you have my spare inhaler? I knew I lost this thing!”.

“I took it to be prepared for exactly this” Richie said.

Eddie began theoriesing, “But my asthma never fucking acts up anymore so why-“.

Richie sntached the inhaler out of Eddie’s grasp and shoved it back into his pocket, “OKay I was worried? Sue me. What the fuck happened in the first place?”.

It was almost as if Eddie had forgotten what he’d seen only minutes before. “That lady, the fucking tour guide, is in the council-“

“WHAT!” Richie exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention in doing so. The students, teachers, and the lady tour guide all turned to stare at the all too shocked teenage boy and his smaller, feistier boyfriend. “What do you mean this was Shakespeare's summer cottage! That’s so cool” Richie joked as he forced a laugh. Thankfully his shitty performance made everyone feel awkward enough to look away as the tour guide continued her introduction.

“Jesus trashmouth” Eddie groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Not the time Kasbrak, you've got some explaining to do” Richie rubs the back of his kneck as he closes his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the emarrasment he just endured.

“That lady is Elizah Brightmoon, she’s the leader of the fucking council” Eddie stressed.

Richie raised his eyebrows, “What? How the hell is she here?” He interrogated.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? What are we supposed to do! If she sees me I’m as good as dead. And we both know they wouldn’t mind that” Eddie glanced away, behind Richie’s shoulder to look at the tour guide, Elizah. She was explaing the plan for their day.

“Call your parents they must know what to do” Eddie waved wildingly at Richie who proceeded to search for his phone.

The teen found his phone in his inner jacket pocket and quickly dialed his dad’s mobile number which Went had him memorize when he was a kid. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the beep and a robotic voice tell him that he’s ‘Out of range of any cellular towers’ and that he should ‘please find the nearest cellular tower to continue your call’.

“Shit, I don’t have service” Richie groaned as he ran his hand over his snapback, carful not to reveal his wolf ears.

“What does that mean?” Eddie lifted an eyebrow as he had yet to grasp all of the human’s concepts of technology.

“I-I can’t call them. We’re on our own” Richie realized.

“Now if you’d follow me then we can begin our tour of the castle” Elizah began as she moved into the castle. The group slowly followed behind her, Richie and Eddie shared a look or worry before they tilted their heads down and followed behind everyone else.

The tour actually went fairly well, once they were shown the main lobby of the castle, Mr Brock split them up into two groups, one group went with Eliza while the other went with Mr Brock and Janet, one of the other tour guides who was, according to Eddie ‘some random lady he didn’t know’.

By the power of lucky, or magic, Eddie and Richie were put into the group led by Janet. Aside from the two being nearly overwhelmed by worry, they were actually kinda able to enjoy the tour with their friends.

First Janet led them through the castle, citing off random facts about its creation and the builder. Which The Losers mostly listened to, Rich and Bev made jokes about what the creator probably really did in each room, Eddie complained about how dirty everything probably is (and worried about the whole council thing). Ben, Stan and Mike actually listened and tried to take notes. Bill tried to as well but he couldn’t help but notice how tense Richie and Eddie had become.

Sure things were tense between Eddie and Bill (Richie too, even though Bill didn’t know Richie’s secret, he was still on edge), but it was as if they made a mental agreement to stay on opposite ends of their group and keep to limited conversation if any.

Before they left the castle, Janet showed them around the lobby. The room was massive, and very fancy. White tiled floors, high ceilings with intricate designs made of gold and silver. In the middle was a massive crystal chandelier that hung elegantly from the ceiling. In the main area of the lobby there were couches and love seats for people to sit or wait, the main desk, and in the back there was an almost museum like set up.

The tour guide held her hand out to show off the display cases infront of her as she led toe group towards the back of the lobby. “Here we have our artifact sections. Everything here had an important part in Balmoral’s creation, from the first shovel that broke dirt to the last weapon that was used as defense” Janet paused in the middle of the mini musem to allow the students to wander and look at the artifacts.

There were about 10 display cases that house various items, shovels and pickaxes as Janet described, as well as old knives, daggers, rusty old guns. But one gun in particular caught Bill’s eye, it looked newer, cleaner and shinier. A familiar small patch of rust around the mussel.

Old memories flooded his mind as he recalled the various times his father had sat him down and told him his latest and greatest story from the most recent hunt. Bill’s lips unconsciously curved into a grim smile, his eyes became a little wateryer as his hand brushed overtop of the glass casing. It couldn’t be, it can’t be…

A hand landed on his shoulder, breaking Bill out of his thoughts, “You okay Big Bill?” Mike asked curiously.

Bill quickly wiped at his eyes, catching any tears that might have managed to escape during his emotional moment. “Yep, yep. A-All good” Bill nodded, turning away from the case to face the rest of the group.

“Wanna go check out the murals?” Mike inquired, already steering Bill in the direction of the paintings.

After the castle Janet showed them outside through the big glass doors in the back of the mini musem. From there she took them around the fields surrounding the town. Mr. Brock gave them a mini lecture of the history behind the island and it’s original purpose while the students listened and took notes as it would help with their final project. The teacher explained that the final project would have the students do a presentation on one of the town’s famous stories that they’ve picked up on the trip. Balmoral was famous for various pieces of lore and make believe creatures, so the students had a lot to choose from.

The group was already sat outside so when the teacher announced it was time for lunch they simply opted to stay outside and eat on the lush grass by the water.

“Guys I’m kinda feeling a little uh homesick, might go on a walk, anyone want to join me?” Richie urburtly stood up.

“Yeah, love to” Eddie pipped up.

“OKay good, thanks, bye guys” Richie waved and they were off before anyone else could get a word in.

“Well that was normal” Beverly noted as she took a bit of her sandwich.

Stan inhaled and let out a loud sneeze, “Allergies”, he brushed it off.

Bill kept an eye on the two who were walking away from the group. He leaned over to Stan “Keep an e-eye on the-them, something isn’t ri-right” He whispered.

Stan shook his head, retrieved a kleenex from his pocket and whipped his nose. “What do you think is wrong?” He inquired.

“I-I don’t know” Bill lied. Sure, he didn’t knew exactly what Eddie’s intentions were but he knew for sure that he wasn't human. He saw it with his own eyes! That day at the sleepover, ears like a rabit, the night before, eyes as blue as ice. He’s literally seen Eddie transform into a rabbit.

Bill couldn’t stop replaying the events from last night in his head. ‘Where I come from, if he isn’t from here then where the hell is he from? There’s this council, and they rule above all else. After I saved him, they came in. Apparently I had ‘gotten to close’ and ‘revealed our secret’ These must be pretty fuking important secrets if they would kill an innocent man just to keep them hidden.

My dad didn’t do anything, he just wanted some time away from the hecticiness of the Denbrough household, is that too much to fucking ask? Now Eddie, my only fucking lead might be a dead end! And if he isn’t to blame then who the hell is? Some fucking council?

He snapped out of his thoughts when a hand touched his own. What Bill hadn't realized was that his fingers had curled into fists, tight fists, white knuckles and all. He slowly released his fists when Stan rested his own hand on top of them.

“You okay?” Stan asked curiously, his big blue eyes as pure as ever.

Bill sighed, his shoulders sagged, “F-Fine”. Stan leaned away from Bill and sneezed again.

Their day was almost over, they only had one place left to go which was Shakespeare's cabin, but that’s when Stan sneezed into his elbow. When he looked at the sleeve of his grey cardigan he noticed the disgusting looking mucus that now sat on the material. Not even a minute later Stanley stumbled over his own feet, he reached out to grasp Bill’s shoulder and even out his center of gravity.

The sudden touch ripped Bill’s attention away from the two ancestors and he re-focused it on Stan, who was now leaning up against him. “Are you oh-okay?” He asked, worried.

Stan looked up into Bill’s eye as he wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulders for support. “I’m fine Bill… I’m fine” Stan mumbled, his voice almost too mumbled to understand. A moment later he snapped his head away from Bill and proceeded to vomit all over the nice tile floor of the castle’s lobby.

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What happened to Stan? Will he recover from whatever he has? What will happen to Eddie and Richie as the full moon approaches? Will Elizah find out about the two runnaway Ancestors?

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And They Were Roommates (7)

Summary: Unforeseen circumstances lead to you needing a roommate; when Bucky steps up, old feelings come back to light. The only problem is that he has a girlfriend.

Warnings: Cursing, cheating, drinking

Words: 1000

Note: This is so so late! School started I got busy with life, so from now on I have no promises for when this updates but it will get done for sure. I hope you don’t hate me after this chapter though lol ;)

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Breakfast with Bucky that morning was nerve wracking. Every second that went by, you got more and more worried that he’d get over his hangover and mention what happened between you. But you got lucky. He stumbled into the kitchen, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Morning,” he yawned.

Okay. Normal so far. “Morning!” you replied way too cheerfully, but you didn’t think he noticed. He’d slumped into a barstool and dropped his head onto the counter.

“What happened last night?” he mumbled into the countertop. “All I remember is getting to Sam’s and then waking up this morning.”

Thank fuck. “Nothing really, I spent most of the party in the kitchen with Tony.”

“Cool, cool. Can you make me some pancakes?”

Two weeks went by and nothing seemed to come from your kiss with Bucky. The only time you even spoke about it was to tell Tony, who agreed that you should just pretend it never happened.

Tonight was Bucky’s turn to make dinner, but he was nowhere to be seen. He seemed perfectly normal this morning, maybe a little more quiet than usual, but you’d just chalked it up to him being tired, or upset about a test.

You texted him a couple of minutes ago, but there was no reply, and he had read receipts turned off so you couldn’t tell if he even saw it. He was probably just talking to a teacher. You thought nothing of it, and decided that if you didn’t hear from him within the next half hour you’d just make your own dinner.

It’s been almost an hour since you texted Bucky and now you were starting to worry. You even tried calling him, but the phone would ring and ring and then cut out, which meant that the phone wasn’t dead. So where was he?

You’d made dinner, leaving some out for Bucky so he could eat whenever he got home, and then called Steve.

“Hey what’s up?” He asked.

“Have you seen Bucky? He didn’t come home and he’s not answering any of my calls or texts,” you replied.

“Haven’t heard from him all day, neither has Tony.”

“Okay…”

“I’m sure he’s fine though,” he rushed out, as if sensing your heightened anxiety that came with his reply, “Maybe try Sam? I’ll let you know if I hear from him though.”

“Thanks Steve, I’ll see you later,” you said, ending the call. Where was Bucky? You knew he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself but you were still worried. It was only because you were friends and he was your roommate, no other reason, you told yourself.

You called Sam, and he had the same answer as Steve, being apologetic but promising to let you know if he heard anything new. There wasn’t anyone else who you could think of that Bucky would be with this late. Unless… Dot. But he was over her wasn’t he? Anyways, it was none of your business if he was with her. But you hoped he wasn’t.

Luckily it was a Friday and you didn’t have any classes you had to wake up for early in the morning, so you burrowed into the couch, your eyes darting towards the door every time you heard a sound.

It was around midnight when you were just about dozing off, your homework abandoned a while ago in favour of mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, when you heard a click at the door. You shot up off the couch, and watched a large figure stumble into the apartment.

It was Bucky, and he was drunk. More than drunk. Absolutely wasted was more like it. So you were sitting at home worried sick, and he was out drinking?

“Where the fuck were you?” you confronted him.

“Shhhh,” he replied, putting his finger up to his lips, “I was having fun—” He was getting closer and closer to you, until there were less than a few centimeters between you “—why don’t you ever have any fun?” With that, he did the unthinkable. He kissed you.

Fuck. Not again. You jerked backwards, your whole body burning.

“What’s wrong? You don’t wanna kiss me?”

“You can’t keep doing this to me!” you shouted, “You can’t keep kissing me when you’re drunk and expecting me to be fine with it because I’m not. I’m not just here for you to use as an outlet when you’re drunk and sad.”

Bucky was quiet. You didn’t know if it was because he was thinking about what you said, or if he was just too drunk to comprehend any of it at all, but you didn’t care. You understood that he was getting over his girlfriend, but it had almost been a month now, and you weren’t going to be used as a rebound to help him forget about her. Especially since you already had feelings for him.

You went to your room and packed the bag you used when you visited your parents, “I’m going to stay with Tony and Steve for a couple of days. Don’t come looking for me.” You shoved your feet into a pair of sneakers and were about to leave when you heard Bucky from the couch.

“You’re gonna leave me?” he sounded so pathetic, but you couldn’t stay, you needed some time away from him and this apartment to clear your mind. “You’re gonna leave me just like Dot did? Fine. Go. I don’t fucking need you anyways!” He yelled, but you were already gone, and he was just talking to a closed door.

So that’s how you found yourself at Tony’s door at 1:00 am, tearing streaming down your face. You rang the doorbell and prayed that one of them was still awake, and to your luck they both were. The men took one look at you, and pulled you inside, wrapping you into a hug.

“Can I stay with you guys tonight?”

“Stay as long as you need to.”

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Mount Everest Ain’t Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 2.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: I think we found the right ground for this... Something (it ain't one shot but I don't know if we can call it series either, we'll see). I like to start with something like Rue did - a bit of narrating and then slowly slipping into the "episode". Let me know if something will not add up for you, ok?

Word count: 2.5 K

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and drug addiction, strong LBGT themes, age gap, Rue's maniac/bipolar episodes. The normal things.

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Sometimes the feeling of not belonging somewhere grows over your head so much that you actually feel like you don't belong anywhere, to no one. That you don't even have a place to come back to. It is scary to go through a place alone when all those people look at you because they see for the first time. It feels like they are whispering things about you, that they are laughing at you and you can feel the anxiety inside of you growing.

It hurts. It hurts so much that you just want to crawl onto the toilette cab, sit there and cry to your own knees until it's over.

Those shared looks judging your appearance, your looks, your make-up or your old favorite shoes. Those are the things that slowly kills you from the inside.

The people smoke there even tho they shouldn't, snorting because of some jokes, looking all cool and chilled and for you, it is a walk of shame. Your head is kept down and you continue to the building at a quick pace, hoping that you will not be too exciting for them. And it doesn't matter if it's a new workplace, new school or a new home for seniors for that matter. It's the same over and over again.

A neverending cycle.

To find the office where you had to pick up the paperwork that needed to be done and taking your schedule was probably the hardest thing you have ever done. It felt almost impossible. The crowd and groups of people your age took you from one side of the building to the another and you felt so lost. Like never before.

The door finally appeared after first class already started. When you slowly stepped into that small room, you looked like a mess. It was a small room with one window, it's walls were calmingly green and the pictures and motivational posters with kittens made you grin.

An old lady smiled at you from behind the desk. She appeared to be a kind person. It comforted you a bit, sitting in her office, looking her to her hazel-brown eyes with the last bit of confidence you were able to find somewhere inside of you.

“So you are new here, I see, I see.” - Mrs. Smith told you when she prepared the papers for your parents to sign up and printed you your own class schedule. Her heart-shaped face lit up with a smile when she leaned closer to you. - “Don't worry about being late. No one showed you around and you could find me anyway. It is totally fine if you will be lost in this building for the first couple of days, sweetie. You need to learn a lot.” - Her fingers patted your wrists knitted together tightly. You accidentally exhaled out loud because you held your breath again, smiling at her lazily.

“Hope that the professors won't be mad.” - A giggle came out of your mouth and Mrs. Smith stood up to brew you some tea.

“You can be here for until the end of your first class if you’re so scared. You seem to be feeling uncomfortable, am I right?” - She gave you the cup, sugar to add-in and a cookie. Your head nodded. - “I am a granny of two, I can sense when you don’t feel good."

A couch in the corner was the place you chose to chill at. You sat in a small ball there with your knees crossed over each other, your earbuds plugged into the small jack on the top of your phone and sometimes you sipped a bit of the tea.

The feeling of melancholy took over you as you went through the new post on Instagram made by people who you were used to seeing daily. Once again, you felt like you didn't belong to that place, like on a short trip to Disneyland. But this trip was permanent. And the harder the reality dropped on your shoulders, the worse you felt.

You couldn't say that you hate this whole place. You liked it, it was a normal city, normal neighborhood, nothing too weird. But that little worm of knowing that you're not at home anymore was keeping that feeling alive. For a few moments, your eyes and your mind drifted away into a place far away in your head.

The bell-ringing was a sound you almost welcomed. It brought you back to reality, leaving Mrs. Smith's little office. It made your mind occupied with different things, your nose shoved into the piece of paper with the schedule. Mrs. Smith was kind enough to print you a map of the school and gave you how you should go. That was a thing that made you smile. Kindness. Random kindness from a woman who saw a strange girl for the first time. It was her job most probably but you were thankful for it either way.

Sometimes all of us feel like a hero of a novel or a movie. The days slowly become on a long, neverending surreal piece of art as the faces and colors mash up into one painting. Your mind seems to be too occupied to actually take notice of something. Too occupied to take a hold of itself and you drift away into places far, far away.

You couldn't seem to remember or recall a single word the teachers have said to you. And they seemed to ignore you as well, it was like a symbiosis. Why should they be excited about you? A new face in the crowd was not that interesting to ask for a name. It was just one face between many ones. Why should they care? Your face wasn't anything that has the power to change the whole world. Or your name.

First moments you actually took notice of were when you made it to the cafeteria. Nobody looked at you anymore. You just took your plate and ordered some food like a normal student.

A table in the back of the cafeteria felt ideal for you. You sat there with your lunch and ate, just watching the others and looking though your notebooks and what have you written down. To your surprise, your hand wrote automatically for you and there were truly some pieces of information written down in your typical messy handwriting.

"Hey, loser. Why you're alone?" - A girl's voice asked you in a cocky manner. At first, you thought that it's finally here - your first bully. But when your eyes found her face, she seemed to be strangely kind with a cocky smile and raised eyebrows. Messy brown curls framed her face while her skin had the color of darkened caramel. Your clothing style was really similar - but her Converse shoes were all tied up and not torn.

She had a tall girl next to her. Her make-up was heavy, her hair was a color extravaganza and her clothing style reminded you of anime cosplay and San Diego's comic con. Her skin was almost white, Albin-ish or what. Something made her really pretty. Whether it was her large nose or her eyes, you couldn't tell. But she seemed nice, her presence felt nice as well even tho you saw her for the first time ever. Her lips were giving you a graceful smile, she rolled her eyes at the brunette's questions and then she pinned her eyes on you.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm just kiddin', girl. You're lookin' all like holy shit I'm busted, like in the series about that cheating bastards. Oh man, you should see yourself. But you're sitting at our table." - The brunette said less cockily and more jokingly, slowly sitting down with her food.

"Does that mean I should leave?" - Your voice trembled and you sound panicked. Brunette took a good, long look at you and the other girl sat next to her.

"Of course you can stay! Don't be angry about Rue. She's a pain in the ass when she has her episodes. Right now, we're in the manic phase so she won't shut up. And she has mean comments that don't make sense most of the tomes." - The girl with pretty the make-up offered her hand for a handshake and you accepted it. - "Name's Jules by the way. That's Rue." - Just as Jules said Rue's name, Rue managed to pull of Eminem's old rapping pose from one of his album covers and nodded at you with a weird cocky smile.

"Wazzup', newbie?" - Rue said with a high laugh while Jules looked like she's about to kill her in the next few moments.

"I'm Y/N." - You said quietly and Jules let go of your hand.

"Ya all brand new out 'ere, aren't ya?" - Rue entwined her fingers on the table and you looked you dead in the eye, being serious all of a sudden. Like a detective. -"She thinks she's like Morgan Freeman or what when she has her phases. A detective or what." - Jules laughed.

"But Morgan Freeman is the man, Jules. Just the man. He's all cool and shit." - Rue laughed at her. Those two seemed to be a funny pair of... Friends? A couple? You couldn't tell. They acted like friends, but they looked at each other with tender smiles. You could only guess.

“What did bring you this part of the world? Adventure or lousy parents?” - Jules gave you a slight smirk and playfully raised her eyebrows.

“Dads work brought us here. But I and my siblings are kinda cool about all of that. We can have a new experience.” - You shrugged your eyebrows and took a bite of your sandwich.

“If you're looking for a drug paradise, ya are right where ya wanted to be, whaddayasay?” - Rue wiggled her eyebrows and opened her yogurt, sticking her spoon inside of it, drolling some pills into the vanilla pudding with her long, delicate yet strong fingers. Your eyes instantly popped out and your it almost fell out as you watched the pills.

“What. The. Hell?” - You squealed in a high pitched tone and rose her eyebrows, asking you about what is the matter.

“I have BPAD, what did ya expect, man? This is the better way to take the medication. Ya want me to gulp all of it or what?” - Rue said in a joking tone, she was ironic, but she gave you that addict look.

“Trust me, I searched through her bag. This is really only the medication for her BD. It's cool. No drugs.” - Jules assured you. You nodded slowly with a frown on your face. Could Rue had some history with addiction? Or what was Jules talking about? You watched the way Rue slowly mixed her pudding.

“Just the way I love it.” - Rue hummed happily with her eyes closed. She had a tired look on her face, the bags under her eyes made her gaze look more devilish and her cheeks were too sharp. But she had a beautiful mouth and full lips.

“If you don't mind a pair of weirdos as your friends, we agreed we could make a trio out of our duo. But we are something between girlfriends and friends so I just want to warn before any weird situations happen.” - Jules put her head on Rue's shoulder and smiled happily.

“After ten minutes you know me? Wow, that was a quick one.” - You joked and Rue pointed on you with her spoon.

“Ten minutes is everything you need to know if a person is a dickhead - trust me, I would know if you're a super dickhead. Ya seem to be cool.” - Rue winked. Was the situation that bad in here? Just ten minuted to know if a person is a dickhead? That was something.

So what was in stock for you? An ex-junkie with a BPAD and an all-anime-about girl who looked like a colorful extravaganza. Better than a jock with his nose rose up and an attitude of a dickhead or a chick with anorexia you thought to yourself. As always you were lost in your head for a moment - thinking about Rue's disorder. They told you that Rue is in her manic state, how was she like during her depression moments? Will it be alright?

“Okay. Cool.” - You said in the end. New people and new friends, just as your older sis said. It felt really cool.

“Welcome to the losers club.” - Rue winked at you playfully.

At three p.m. Fran waited on you and your brother in the car. You stuck with Rue and Jules for the rest of your day, Rue's manic ass making you laugh all day. You didn't find her bickering and manic shit annoying at all, you laughed at it a lot actually. Both of you walked you back to your sister's car, do not letting your anxiety get over your head.

“See ya tomorrow, the new one.” - Rue giggled and threw her hand over her girlfriend's shoulder and brought her closer to her small, thin body, hugging her tightly.

“See you tomorrow, guys.” - You smiled and crawled into Fran's car. Your sis was smiling at you proudly, waving to Rue and Jules. You could feel that Fran is excited about that. You lean from the car's window and waved at them excitedly. Rue was dramatic, holding her entwined palms on her chest, sending you some kisses and pretending to cry.

“I told you, shithead. You have friends! Nice!” - Fran patted your upper thigh and grinned in front of you. You two took the same route you took on your way to school.

The gas station came up to your sight quicker than it did before. Nobody was there this time - no smoking boy with a blue design t-shirt and jeans hugging his upper thigs. The spot which came significant to you that morning was empty now, no boy in your sight.

“What you're lookin' at, shithead? Some magical place you're searching for? You did the exact same thing in the morning.” - Fran told you quietly, lighting up her cigarette before mom could see her smoking.

“Nothing. Let it be.” - You smiled at her shily and sat back to your seat.

The feelings of loneliness can be a long time thing. But sometimes, just sometimes and when you are really lucky, someone can show you wour place and make you feel like someone cares about you. You can meet new, special people who take you as you are.

And when you are this lucky, nothing can be better than that. But not to give you false promises - it isn't a thing that does happen every time.

#fezco x reader #fezco #fezco euphoria #fezco hbo #euphoria hbo #rue bennett #jules euphoria #fezco imagine

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dream-of-kpop · 4 years

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SKZ But They Have Drama on Instagram

Note: All misspellings are done on purpose

insta @'s if you get confused:

yungblood: Jisung

spear_b10: Changbin

xjx_inx: Jeongin

Read left to right & Zoom in if you need to see better!

[November 4th, 2019]

[Hyunjin thought Minho was joking, but after he gave him the cold shoulder at lunch, he knew he was being serious]

[The next day]

[2 weeks later]

[Minho unfollows Hyunjin because he's that petty]

[Either way, the guys just go about their business on Insta]

[December]

[At lunch]

Chan: "Hyunjin, why don't you and Min-"

Hyunjin: *picks up chopsticks* "Chan stay out of my business."

Chan: "I miss Minho tho...It's bad enough Woojin le-"

Hyunjin: *voice crack* "iT's nOt mY fauLt miNho gOt upSet oUt oF noWhere."

Changbin: "He's mad cuz you accused him of reporting your post that's why."

Hyunjin: "Who else would report my post then??"

*all the guys shrug*

Hyunjin: "Exactly."

Jeongin: *looks at the time* "Guys I gotta go or imma be late for class again." *leaves*

Everyone: "Byeeeeee."

Chan: "Aren't you gonna be late for your class Jisung?"

Jisung: "Nah, the teacher doesn't care."

Chan: "Well, back to what I was saying-"

Hyunjin: "Bang Chan *places his hand on Chan's* me and Minho aren't friends anymore. We unfollowed each other."

Seungmin: "You're just throwing away 4 years of pure friendship over this petty drama?"

Hyunjin: "Sure."

*the lunch bell rings*

Hyunjin: "I gotta go-"

Felix: "Yeah, I'm off to fail my precalc test...maybe Seonghwa will let me copy off of him again."

Chan: "All right, bye guys..."

Chan: *thinks at the table* "It's none of my business but...I can't sit and do nothing..."

Jisung: "Hey are you gonna eat your chicken nuggets?"

[Later that night]

[The next day]

Hyunjin: *sits down at the table upset* "Chan I told you to stay out of it."

Chan: "Hey he's my friend too-"

*they stop talking as they see Minho standing there with his tray of food*

Felix: "YOOOoooo lEe miNho waSSup."

Minho: "..."

Minho: "Hyunjin I saw what you said on Insta last night."

Hyunjin: "My post or my live?"

Minho: "Does it really matter?"

Hyunjin: "Yea."

Minho: "Your post..."

Hyunjin: "Ew, I bet you stalk my page."

Minho: "...You were talking shit about me so...let's go."

Hyunjin: "Really? You wanna fight?"

Jisung: "GUYS IT'S NOT THAT DEEP, STOP."

*Felix and Seungmin laugh together quietly*

Hyunjin: *stands up* "Come on." *pushes Minho*

*Minho sets his tray down, takes off his jacket and they start fighting*

*a crowd forms around them as they chant "WORLDSTARRRRRR"*

[Hyunjin and Minho both get suspended for 10 days]

[Since someone recorded the video, it blew up on Insta] *the school didn't know someone recorded it*

[Minho & Hyunjin's pages got tons of followers too]

[After a few days, Minho & Hyunjin finally log back onto Instagram]

[Then winter vacation starts]

[Despite the drama, Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin, Felix, and Woojin still go on a trip to NYC]

[They returned back to school in January but the drama didn't end]

*everyone sits at the lunch table without Hyunjin and Minho*

Jisung: "Guys I got this candy Xanax, y'all wanna try it?"

Felix: "I swear ever since Hyunjin and Minho's pages got followers they have the weirdest IG lives..."

Changbin: *slurps noodle* "Cuz they're desperate for clout."

Seungmin: *turns phone off* "I'm tired of this Instagram shit. Hyunjin is still mad over that NYC post like wtf..."

Chan: "I'm staying out of this, people are already dragging me in comments and threatening my fam..."

Jisung: "Ok wait I have an idea-"

Seungmin: "No one wants to buy your candy Xanax Ji."

Jisung: "NO NOT THAT, like, what if we spam Hyunjin and Minho with old pictures? Us being friends in since freshman year..."

Jeongin: "Hahahahah their initials are H&M."

Everyone: "..."

Jeongin: *looks at plate* "Sorry, continue."

Felix: "Yo that's a good idea, nostalgia will bring them together."

Changbin: "Lit, I'll text Woojin the plan."

Chan: "I thought that Xanax would've destroyed your braincells, but that's a good idea."

Jisung: "Um thanks."

Jeongin: "I won't be able to post tonight tho. I gotta work."

Seungmin: "Well then, everyone else will post."

Chan: *chuckles* "I'm gonna get dragged again. Watch."

[That same night the group spams Insta with old pictures of them as friends]

[Incase if you can't see too well, the posts are all January 7th]

[The guys sit at the table the next day]

Chan: "Damn they still aren't here?"

Felix: "Nope."

*both Minho and Hyunjin walk up to the table at the same time*

*they stare at eachother*

Minho: *mumbles while looking down at the ground* "I'm sorry for being such a bitch."

Hyunjin: "It's ok. I'm sorry I accused you of reporting my pic on Instagram."

Minho: "So are we still cool?"

Hyunjin: *starts to cry* "yEs."

Minho: *tears up* "I gotta text Woojin later and tell him we're chill."

Changbin: "Wow, Jisung your plan actually worked."

Jisung: "I always tell y'all I'm smart."

Seungmin: "Yet you posted me half naked on Instagram..."

Jisung: "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MEANT AS A JOKE."

Minho: *sits down with Hyunjin* "I was certainly laughing."

Seungmin: "..."

Hyunjin: "Did y'all see our fight video? It has like over 100k views now..."

Jeongin: "Oh yeah I showed it to my mom. She laughed."

Chan: "Haha, my dad said Minho won."

Hyunjin: "Pfft did you see my punch? My dad taught me that."

Minho: "That punch was nothing, what do you mean?"

*the guys look at each other concerningly*

Hyunjin: "I was dragging you on the floor bro. Look at the vid." *pulls out phone*

Minho: "I don't need to see the vid I was there headass."

Changbin: *whispers to the rest of the group* "They're gonna argue about it on Insta tonight. Bet."

[Later that night]

hyungwonthefraud

even tho idk how imessages work...i tried my best dammit ._.

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Duncan’s Good Reputation?

Inspo credit and mad love to @stuckupwindbag your post about Duncan’s first PO becoming a monk totally inspired this. Then it turned into a 5+1 cause I’m a sucker for those things.

One-

Oddly enough, Courtney first finds it through a letter. She hadn’t meant to be snooping, but with their relationship beginning again, trust was a touchy subject. She can just hear her mother’s voice- “once a cheater always a cheater hun, don’t ever forget that.'' To be fair, he left the open letter in plain view. It was just sitting on top of his kitchen counter close to where she placed her car keys. She was only looking for her keys when she accidently ended up glancing at the letter. It was handwritten. She would only skim it.

Duncan,

Nice to hear from you personally instead of through your new parole officer asking for advice. Glad to see that you’re out of trouble nowadays. I always knew you had a golden heart. Speaking of advice, I gave you some that I know you took- Congrats on the outcome - I finally did listen to my heart as well. After some traveling I found my place on a mountain on a little island. I’m finally at peace and I’m happy. Never thought I would say this, but thanks for getting in trouble all those years ago. I wouldn’t be on top of the world if it wasn’t for you.

Much love,

Your old PO

David, a newly devote Monk

“Hey Princess, did you find your keys?”

She jumps as the voice and moves as far away from the counter. If he noticed she was acting weird, he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he picks up her keys then tosses it to her. He smiles as he sees the letter.

“Thanks… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“Is it cool if we meet for an early lunch instead? I gotta mail David back.”

“You mean brunch? Sure… who’s David again?”

“Brunch is for pansies. He’s my old parole officer. Dude just became a monk, go figure.”

Confusion was written all over her face as she chose to ignore his brunch statement. She waits to see if he’ll elaborate, and surprisingly, he does.

“We met the first time I got out of juvie, he was meant to be a mentor to me sorta. It didn’t work out that way. I kept getting into trouble and he tried to help, but he couldn’t because of protocol. I didn’t really care, but it bothered the hell out of him. Right before I left for Island, I told him to quit his job and do some soul searching since he was so unhappy. Besides, I figured I’d win and I wouldn’t need him anymore. Guess he finally found his calling.”

Duncan shrugs it off like it’s no big deal, but Courtney knows there’s more to the story he’s not telling her. She doesn’t push for the details, just happily accepts that he opened up about a piece of his past.

Two-

She almost loses it when she finds him repeatedly liking the same girl’s post on Instagram. She decides to get information before confronting him. When she finds out the girl was an ex she was ready to kill him, until she reads through the comments. The first picture is of a selfish of this gorgeous blonde with blue eyes. The caption read: Your fav girl is back, and this time with a new username!

duncansthename: with love huh?

ashwithlove: you know it dunkie (;

The second picture wasn’t any better. The same girl is smiling at the camera in a bikini at the beach. The caption read: Sun’s out so your fav hun’s out!

duncansthename: you’re not very creative Ash.

ashwithlove: did you even read your own @?

duncansthename: lol same old Ashley

ashwithlove: back at cha asshole (:

The third picture is when she became curious instead of just angry. Another selfie except this time her hair was considerably shorter. The caption read: New hair, who dis?

duncansthename: geez who hurt you babe?

ashwithlove: *rolls eyes* says the guy who broke up with me through a text.

duncansthename: we were 13! I said sorry already, besides you were going to do the same thing.

ashwithlove: I know, I’m just teasing (:

The fourth and final picture she comes across is what finally gives her all the pieces. Ashley was smiling with her eyes and both hands up pointing at a rainbow. The caption read: Never been happier in my life than right at this moment.

duncansthename: guessing it went well then, congrats Ash

ashwithlove: I owe it to you dunkie! Thanks to you, I can be ash with love <3

duncansthename: don’t get all soft on me now, I don’t do that shit

ashwithlove: sure tough guy, maybe I should message your princess (;

duncansthename: stay away from my girl, you live on the other side of the world now anyways

ashwithlove: no promises, besides the heart knows not distance only love

duncansthename: you’re unbelievable

ashwithlove: I learned from the best (;

“Pizza’s here if you’re ready for a break Princess.”

Even though she was no longer jealous, she still wanted to make sure her assumptions were correct.

“Duncan, who’s Ashley?”

He doesn’t even flinch, a good sign since he all but jumped away when she confronted him about Gwen way back.

“She’s an ex girlfriend of mine. My first girlfriend actually.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t worry Princess, I’m not carrying a torch for her. Besides, she has a girlfriend now.”

“You’re not just saying that right?”

“No? That’s a dumb thing to lie about. If you met her, you would know. She’d hit on you instantly.”

“But you just said she has a girlfriend.”

“Her girl would probably hit on you too. You’re fucking gorgeous Court.”

She feels her cheeks warm up at his compliment. She still wasn’t used to him being sweet again, so she shrugs it off.

“Stop changing the subject.”

“Just being honest. Anyways, you just reminded me to reply to her message.”

“You still message each other?”

“Every now and then… She says hi… shit and now she’s FaceTiming.”

“Dunkie! Let me talk to your princess! I know she’s there!”

“No! I always knew you would try and steal my girlfriend after having your heart broken by me.”

“As if. You were the one left heartbroken after I came out to you.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“Okay, but for real. Thanks dude! I can finally be me now. It’s officially! Your fav girl is out and proud! Mom took it better than I thought and she’s going to meet Dana on Monday!”

“Told you she would accept you. Your mom loves you.”

“I know, thanks for listening though.”

“Anything for my first girlfriend.”

“Careful, I might actually hold you to that! I gotta go, but double date soon?”

“You live in London!”

“So? Okay I really gotta go! Bye Dunkie! Tell your princess I said hi!”

Ashley hangs up on the call leaving Duncan slightly annoyed, but not really. He was about to apologize to Courtney, but she stops him. There was no need, besides the pizza was getting cold.

Three-

If being on a reality show taught Courtney anything was that she shouldn’t be surprised at anything. Still, she was caught off guard when she bumped into Chef Hatchet on her daily run through the park. She was even more thrown off when she sees that he’s not alone. He had six kids with him. He lets them take their hands off the walking rope as long as they promise to stay within the playground. The children all nodded yes then ran off towards the slides and swings.

“Courtney? Is that you?”

“Chef? What are you doing here?”

“Just taking the daycare kids on an outing. They’re repairing our playground, so I thought it would be nice to take the kids to the park.”

“Daycare kids?”

“Yeah! I’m a daycare teacher now.”

She must be in an alternate reality, there’s no way Chef Hatchet could be around children voluntarily. Especially with half the shit he helped pull on Total Drama, no sane person would hire the man.

“I can see you’re confused, but this is my true calling!”

“No offense Chef, but are you okay? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

“I’m perfectly fine, Courtney. I thought Duncan would have told you already.”

“Duncan?”

“Yeah, he was the one to convince me I needed to do something different.”

“Wait, Duncan told you to quit and you actually listened?”

“He gives pretty good advice, that kid’s a good listener. I’ve never been happier.”

“What exactly did he say to you?”

“Just that even I deserve to be happy and to give it a chance.”

One of the kids starts crying and Chef is immediately on the move. It’s a strange sight, but Chef is extremely patient with the child and soon the little one is off running again. Who would have thought?

Four-

Courtney was ready to go grab her second cup of coffee when her phone buzzes. It was a text from Heather. She was going to ignore it until she saw that her boyfriend’s name was mentioned.

Heather: I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Pass that message to Duncan. He still has my number blocked.

Courtney: How do you even have my number? Also why were you texting Duncan?

Heather: Your boyfriend’s the one who gave it to me. Also that’s none of your business.

Courtney: You made it my business when you texted me. What did you do?

Heather: I didn’t do anything… okay fine I bitched him out for being nosy.

Courtney: Um… what?

Heather: He was butting in on my relationship with Alejandro again.

Courtney: Are you sure we're talking about the same Duncan?

Heather: Okay fine. I may have bothered him about my relationship.

Courtney: … and why would you do that?

Heather: He’s honest and he’s not afraid to tell it to my face even if he knows I’ll get angry.

Heather: Look, just tell him I’m sorry and that Alejandro and I are okay now.

Duncan picks her up after work and she immediately wants to bring up the messages. She waits until they’re back at her place to say anything.

“How was work Princess?”

“Fine… um… so Heather says she’s sorry?”

He raises an eyebrow at that. He wasn’t expecting that either apparently.

“I told her to only talk to you in case of emergencies. I should have never given her your number, sorry Court.”

“Normally I would be angry, but I’m just curious now.”

“Heather’s been picking fights with Alejandro because she’s afraid of commitment. She found out we got back together, so she asked me how we did it. I told her that she was being stupid and that he clearly loves her. Somehow I end up listening to her break up and get back together with him only to break up again. This was only last month too.”

“Well, I guess they’re back together again. She told me I should tell you that too. Is that why you blocked her? Cause she was being too annoying?”

“No. She obviously loves the guy, she just needed someone to slap some sense into her. I’m surprised she apologized though.”

“Me too, guess she’s really changed. Are you going to unblock her? I think she genuinely feels bad.”

“She should after what she said.”

Courtney waits patiently to see if he would tell her, and just like last time, he does. There were no secrets between the two. Duncan just had a bad habit of forgetting to tell her things that he didn’t think was important.

“She said some shit about you and I got pissed.”

“Typical. Well I don’t care what she thinks. I can’t believe she would talk about me and expect me to help her.”

Her phone buzzes and she can’t help but roll her eyes at the message. It was from Heather again, unbelievable.

Heather: By the way, you’re both invited to my engagement party.

Five-

Courtney learned long ago that she could only count on herself. She learned that the hard way after she started drifting apart from her sister and her parents were no help. Admittedly, part of it is her fault too. They were always interested in different things, it was hard to find common ground.

Things started to change on her birthday. She gets a call from Cate and maybe it’s because they’re older now, but they reconnect. She’s grateful that she at least has one family member she can count on.

The two sisters become inseparable and they tell each other everything. Today was no different.

“I can’t stand him sometimes, but I love him.”

“He’s a good guy Court. You know, I still haven’t thanked him yet.”

“Thank him for what?”

“For bringing us together.”

“What are you going on about Cate?”

“While mom and dad were going through their divorce he reached out to me and asked how I was doing. He told me that you didn’t take it very well and he suggested that we talk about it. I put it off for months. I didn’t know what to say, but then it was your birthday and I knew this was my chance to say something without it being totally awkward. Now here we are.”

“He did that?”

“He did. He really loves you big sis. You picked a good one.”

She smiles at that. It’s true. She didn’t fall for a bad boy after all.

A bonus-

She used to think he ruined her life, turns out he made it so much better. Well, until now.

She almost hangs up at him when she got the phone call. The only reason she didn’t is because her stupid heart told her she still loves him. She really should’ve expected this. He went to juvie, he had a record, why wouldn’t he end up in jail again?

“Princess are you still there?”

“You wanna tell me why you’re locked up? Again!”

“How was I supposed to know I wasn’t allowed to walk inside?”

“The door was locked and it was someone else’s home!”

“Well they need a better security system, that was way too easy.”

“I’m going to hang up on you.”

“Wait! I’m kidding. Sorry, can you please just come bail me out.”

“I’ll think about it.”

She hangs up the phone then screams into the closest throw pillow. It was supposed to be their date night and now her date was in jail. He is never going to hear the end of this once she bails him out. She was all dressed up and now she was going to waste it by going to a detention center.

She was still fuming as she gave the address to the Uber driver. She didn’t even notice that she had arrived until the driver told her so. Except she was definitely not where she needed to be. She was in a neighborhood with nice houses up and down the block. Duncan must’ve given her the address of the house he broke into instead. Great. She was just about to figure out how to call Duncan back when the phone rings again.

“Are you here yet Princess?”

“I thought you only get one phone call.”

“I took another guy’s turn. Where are you at?”

“I’m at the house you tried to break into. You gave me the wrong address!”

“Shit. Sorry, it’s right down the street. Just cut across the park and you should be there.”

“You’re in so much trouble when I get there!”

She had to take a deep breath and calm herself before she started walking. He is so lucky she loves him.

When she enters the park, bright lights catch her attention. She wants to look away, but the path is along the lights. She stops when she reaches the bridge. There he was standing in the middle smiling at her. She heads toward him already asking a bunch of questions, but he doesn’t answer any of it. Instead he pulls her close and kisses her. When her eyes open he’s kneeling on the ground with a ring.

“Courtney, I love you. You’re my favorite girl and I know that everything that happened in my past lead me to you. I know I can be myself around you and still be accepted. We have our ups and downs, and I know I don’t deserve you, but I love you. There’s no one else I can count on without fear of judgement. You’re my princess, marry me?”

“Yes! Of course it’s a yes! I love you too and that’s all that matters.”

She brings him up to kiss him again then he slips the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.

“You know, you really had me worried.”

“I’m not dumb enough to get caught. I left that life behind me anyways.”

“No, not that. I was worried that you were going to lose your good reputation.”

“Did I scare you that badly? My reputation is anything but good Court.”

“Oh I don’t know Dunkie, I think there are a few people who would say otherwise.”

A/N- There probably could’ve been a better title... anyways, 5 times Courtney finds out Duncan changes someone’s life for the better and the one time he changes her life for the better. (Alternatively you can say that she changes his life for the bonus as well).

#duncney #inspo credit #hope you like it!#thx for getting me back into writing for a bit

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cilliansaccent · 4 years

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Class of Temptation - CHAPTER THREE

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PLEASE READ:

No mention of Cillian’s true family or relatives. All names are made up.

This is a TEACHER x STUDENT fanfiction, it’s going to be kinky and very taboo!

I will write whenever the mood grabs me, so I apologise if there are long breaks between chapters :)

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Background: Tessa is a twenty-three-year-old model from a broken-up family, living in London with her best friend and starting a course on Drama and Theatre. Though, when she gets closer to the super hot Mr Murphy who is her much older teacher, there is a battle of lust and love between them. They’ll have to figure out what to do with their tight relationship as other issues begin to rise and nip at their heels…

Word Count: 2,141

!!Warnings!!: None.

Chapter Name: First Day

Brief Chapter Outline: It’s Tessa’s first day of class and she goes through it without any hassle. But a letter comes in and her mood changes drastically...

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Tessa was early for her first class, walking towards it. She wore wet look pants and a tucked-in black shirt with TOMMY JEANS across it in bold red writing. She had a pair of white sneakers with the trademark Tommy Hilfiger branding on the side of red, blue and white stripes. She liked the brand, most of her clothing was bought from the store. Well, she is one of their models for their brand.

She hoped no one was there already but also unsure if she was able to even enter the class. As she came to the door which was slightly ajar she peeked her head in.

Mr Mur- Cillian was already inside setting up the chairs in a large circle. She counted about forty chairs.

Cillian turned and spotted someone peaking in, "Come in." He called out, standing in the middle of the giant circle he had made.

Tessa pushed the door wider and stepped in, "Good morning." She said as her nerves began to start.

"Morning, Tessa. Welcome back." Cillian gave her that heart-stopping smile. He wore a button-down blue shirt with rolled-up sleeves to his elbow and black jeans and a pair of brown loafers. He looked good.

"Yeah. Nice to uh, see you again." She smiled as she stepped to the chairs. "What are you doing?" She asked seeing all the tables pushed against the walls.

"Preparing the morning class. Instead of the old, sit at your desks thing I thought it would be good to get everyone involved." He said as he gestured for her to take a seat.

"And what would that be?" Tessa stepped through and took a seat, setting her bag in front of her legs.

"Can't say. You'll see." He said as he finished up, "By the way, you are very early. Class doesn't start for another hour."

"Oh, yeah. I know. I wanted to make sure I was in the right class." She blushed lightly.

"You found the right place fast too. I had students who would come in with the campus' student guides cause they couldn't find the place." He chuckled as he came over and took a spot next to her, a chair in between them and crossed his ankle over his knee.

"Oh, well. You won't expect that from me, I'm pretty good at remembering where I have to go." She explained.

"I hope so. I'll make sure everyone comes early. Makes it better to start the class right away." He said, "So, tell me about yourself a little? I remember you said you're a model?"

"Yeah. I um, I work for an agency in Central London but I do shoots for various brands. Currently working with Tommy Hilfiger." Tessa said trying her best to meet his gaze. She wasn't used to this type of attention, most of it was through a camera lens which she never got to met the gaze of the person behind it.

"Huh, I can see the clothing you wear. What is it like?" He continued, genuinely interested.

"Fast-paced, constantly changing clothing, makeup and hairstyles to fit in with the shoot. Can be some hours to a whole day or a couple of days." She explained clearly. She was okay about discussing her work but never about herself to strangers.

"Seems intense. Do you think that will affect your studies? This class does have a lot of practical sides to it." He frowned a little.

"If it does, I will make sure to give you a heads up. I can miss some shoots but not all, it won't be seen as a professional." She stated.

"Hm, okay. We'll see how it goes." He nodded. "So you get to go overseas as well?" He moved on.

"Yep. I can when we have big events happening. I tend to go to as many as I can, I love it." She laughed lightly. "Most of the events are in Europe so its shorter trips."

"So I'm assuming you're quite a big deal?" He asked his smile never left his face.

"Uhhh... I mean, I don't know. Maybe not as big as you are but I do have a large following on social media." She shrugged. Tessa never saw her number of followers as important, just the support and care she received from her fans what made it important. She wanted to make sure she created a caring and supportive environment for all types of people.

"How big, may I ask?" Cillian was always curious about others especially if it came to learning that they worked in a completely different industry than himself.

"Well, almost six hundred and thousand followers on Instagram and about two hundred and fifty thousand on Twitter. I rarely ever use Facebook, only for updates for the ones who don't use the other two media." Tess shrugged.

"Wow. That is big." He chuckled.

"Yeah. But I honestly don't care about the number, as much as it sounds bad. I'm just after a good happy environment for all." She shook her head.

"I'm curious, how do you deal with it all though? Can it get daunting?" He asked her.

"Yeah, a hundred per cent. There are days where I take breaks from it all to recollect myself. I guess any person with a big following will always attract the good and bad kind, but I don't let it get to me. It's only words on the internet." Tessa stopped there. She felt like she was just blabbering on nonsense to him. Who wants to listen to that anyway? But Cillian did not seem annoyed or bored, he was really into it.

It made her nervous and intimidated. It showed.

Cillian spotted the odd look across her face as if she had said too much and began to step back. So he stepped back faster, "Nice, that's good. Well, I'll let you sit here and relax while I do some paperwork before the rest of the class comes in." He said and gave her a gentle smile as he stood and sat behind his desk. "Do you mind if I play music?" He asked.

"Oh go ahead. I don't mind." She gulped as she pulled out her laptop to set up her documents and look at her uni email for any updates.

Cillian played some cool jazz, rock, alternative, some genre she never really heard before. It was odd but she kinda liked it.

When the hour was up, people began to file in. A mixture of guys and girls all dressed in various clothing types. They took their seats around the circle until it was somewhat full, about five seats unoccupied.

Cillian started the class and began to introduce himself. Tessa could see some of the girls, the flashier ones watched him with such unashamed desire for him.

It made her internally cringe. What the hell?

The first thing they did was go around the class and introduce themselves. Their name, what they like, and why they picked this course.

Everyone seemed here for the same reason, to get into acting for a play or movie. Or whatever fancied them. A lot of book readers, she thought once it came to the five flashy girls.

The leader, or so Tessa thought made herself to be super good at... everything with acting. The other four nodded in agreement, but Cillian didn't seem one to phased by the sexual attraction the girls seemed to give the vibe of.

Tess wondered why they were taking this class in the first place if they claimed to be so good. They were the only ones who had said that.

Then it came to Tessa and she slowly stood. All eyes on her, "Hi. I'm Tessa Miller. Uhm... I love music and reading and uhm... Relaxing. I... Took this course because I want to expand my path into something new." She gave the class a tight smile and hastily sat back down. She had gripped her hands tightly in her lap and kept her eyes downcast.

The last ten people went before Cillian praised them all for telling him about themselves before they spent the next two hours playing games.

It consisted of a lot of small groups doing things, and she worked with a few different people in each game. Cillian tried to get every person involved and to constantly swap seats.

Then it got serious and he took them through the module for the first term. There was a small project that was to be started by the following week, a short play with two people that was basically a monologue and acting it out for ten minutes.

Tessa was paired up with a guy named Julian. He had blond hair that was combed back and faded edges. His eyes dark brown and his facial features were strong.

The class went on as they went through some basics and more introductions to the whole acting thing. By the end of the class, they were to state an interesting fact about their new partner and then class was dismissed after the tables and chairs were put back in order.

"So you're that model chick on insta?" A voice came from behind Tessa and she turned around to face of the five girls that had eyed off Cillian the whole time. "Didn't think you would actually do the course." Sofia laughed, flicking back her dark brown hair over her slender shoulder.

Tessa kept her face neutral. To be honest, she wasn't even sure what to make of this situation. "Okay? Your point?" Tessa wanted to head into the library ASAP to get the reading material for tonight's homework.

"I'm quite proud of you. That's so cool." Sofia said with that hidden malice that Tessa could easily pick up on.

She knew how people can act fake.

"Ah, thanks." Tessa gave her a smile, "I really must go. I have things to do." Tessa bobbed her head once.

"Okay. See ya next time, Tess." Sofia and her squad walked past her. Tessa watched them go, laughing and muttering to each other.

She would work hard and not let anyone else try and deter her from that. She was not the kind to let others trample on her.

She headed to the library and get to work on her task given to her. Once she had finished her given tasks, she had headed home to rest. On the train, she thought back to the class.

Most of the guys in the class had watched her like she was some meal as she did the warm-up games Cillian had prepared. She was used to the stares and tend to not pay much attention to it. If they verbally spoke to her in a way that would make her uncomfortable, then she would say something.

But she would stay alert no matter what. Especially towards those group of girls. They seemed off and trouble circled them.

She was glad to be back in her apartment and flopped on the bed as she discarded the letters on the coffee table. But one had fallen to the floor and she reached to grab it.

It had been addressed to her in that familiar writing she knew. She quickly sat up and frowned, this time it wasn't thick.

"Fuck." She muttered as she battled with her thoughts before she ripped it open. Time to see what else the bastard wanted.

Reading the letter felt like the world had stopped. Her father and his bitch of a wife was going to come down in December to have a Christmas altogether. He wanted the family back together and he was willing to make amends. Also, he had added he wanted to see how Tessa was going with her studies.

Was he really? Why now of all the times? She prayed silently to whatever God heard her in hopes that this wasn't some other shitty way of pinning the blame on her or her two eldest sisters. It would be totally messed up and would make her even angrier than ever.

Tessa chucked the letter aside and rubbed her eyes. Great, she did not want to deal with Grace or her stupid sons who always bullied her. This was not how she pictured it.

She tried to distract herself by playing her cello in her room, a cover of With or Without You and various other slow songs for the most of the afternoon until Esther came back from a shoot.

The pair made dinner but Tessa would not tell Esther yet about the news she received today. She wasn't in the mood for it and Esther seemed to sense Tessa's change in mood so she had left her to her own thoughts for the rest of the night.

Silence yet inside Tessa's head was a roaring tidal wave.

#cillian murphy #teacher x student #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #fanfiction

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A Palette of Emotions - Artist!Taehyung x Teacher!Reader - Chapter 7 - Just a Headache...

Synopsis: Taehyung dreams of being a professional and famous artist one day, but finds that the sea of creativity can be lurking with blood hungry sharks, as well as bland, motionless starfish. Swimming through the sea of opportunities somehow washed him up onto the shore of Bright Star Preschool, as an art teacher. This wasn’t where he expected to be 4 years into his career, but anything to get his big break though, right?

Feat. BTS, TXT, ITZY, Jisoo (BlackPink), Taeyong (NCT)

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Drama, School Setting, Working!AU

Length: approx 6.3k words

Chapter 7 - Just a Headache...

The illuminated glow of a ceiling lamp hung over a crowded table at a bar. Four friends sat around, drinks in their hands as their idle chatter cut through the copious amounts of chatter from other bar patrons nearby. As another round of drinks was brought to the table, the group of four people took their newly refilled drinks and brought them to their lips. The jovial atmosphere left nothing but enjoyable conversations and loud laughter, especially from Park Jimin. Taehyung, who had remained relatively slightly as he watched his friends converse, was pulled away from his thoughts by the sound of his best friend’s laughter. When he looked over, his cup touching his lips, he saw Jisoo look in his direction.

“Are you spacing out?” She asked curiously, leaning forward. Taehyung set his drink down.

“No.,” he said. “Just listening.”

“Listening for what?” Taeyong asked curiously. “We won’t be sharing any incredible lesson plans in between all the drunken stupidity.” Taehyung couldn’t help but snicker.

“I know.” He said. “I don’t need to do lesson plans, anyway.”

“How’s it going with that job, anyway?” Jisoo asked curiously.

“Good,” Taehyung said. “I’ve been there about a week and a half so far. I like it a lot more than I thought I would, that’s for sure.”

“Any problem kids?” Taeyong asked.

“Uhhh, no, not really. They’re as good as three and four-year-old kids can get, you know? Their teacher has been teaching them well.” Taeyong nodded, shrugging his shoulders a bit as he leaned back in his seat.

“Well, that’s good.”

“Have you kissed Jimin’s feet yet for getting you the job?” Taeyong asked, a grin once again sweeping his face as Taehyung smirked. Jisoo offered an amused chuckle as she sipped her drink as well, watching the banter of her male friends. Jimin lifted his drink, leaning closer to his friend with playfully wide eyes and his lips tied into a straight, expressionless mouth that only made Taehyung snicker harder.

“Yeah. I’m waiting.” He teased, leaning an inch closer every time. Taehyung grinned, his boxy smile was prevalent on his face as he continued to feel Jimin’s chaotic presence beside him, getting closer and closer with every single moment that passed. “Kim Taehyungieeeee.” He cooed, and Taehyung covered his mouth.

“Oh my God, stop.” He said, shoving his friend playfully. However, despite pushing his friend aside, Jimin only returned and got closer to his friend, his eyes still wide and his lips still tightly knitted together. Taehyung set his drink down, turning to his friend, and leaning forward. His eyes went wide as well, as wide as they could as he leaned forward and practically pressed his forehead to Jimin’s. Jimin’s emotionless face eventually broke out into his adorable grin, his wide eyes folding into a set of their little happy smiles, and he finally leaned back, rubbing his forehead.

“I can wait if I have to.” He said. “Trust me, Taehyung will be groveling at my feet soon enough.” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, pressing his cup to his lips as he took a long sip.

“And what does that mean?” Taehyung asked curiously.

“…You’ll see.” Jimin hummed simply, lifting his drink to his mouth. Taeyong and Jisoo laughed from the other side of the table.

“I think that’s all you’re getting, Taehyung,” Jisoo said simply, Taeyong laughing in amusement as he nudged her. Taehyung let out a slightly aggravated sigh as he finished off his drink, signaling a nearby waitress for another one. When she approached, he leaned forward.

“Can I get another one, Miss? Please?” He asked curiously, a small and grateful smile gracing his face. The young woman’s face illuminated almost as bright as the room; her cheeks tinted red as she nodded.

“Of course. Wh-what did you have?” Taehyung hummed, pressing his lips together.

“I had a Moscow Mule, but I’m already getting tired of that. Can you surprise me with the next one?” The girl looked as if she was about to fly out of her shoes and soar through the ceiling of the establishment. Taehyung watched as she quickly fanned herself, trying to keep herself cool.

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” She said, her voice trembling slightly. She took the empty glass before scurrying off into the back. Taehyung watched her go, simply brushing her off and turning back to his friends. The boys were staring at him, stone-cold expressions on both of their faces, while Mimi just sat back and watched, arms folded.

“…What?”

“You just have a way with woman, don’t you?” Taeyong asked curiously, playful jealousy in his voice. “That girl looked ready to have your kids right here.”

“Oh gross, you’re drunk.” Jisoo scoffed, shoving the cackling individual. Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t see anything weird.” He said. As he heard footsteps approaching, he saw the girl return with a new drink in hand, placing it in front of him. “Thank you.” He said, lifting it towards her as he offered a thankful smile.

“Enjoy. It’s Uhm-.” The girl hesitated a moment, smiling. “It’s on the house.”

“Really? Thank you again. You don’t have to-.”

“Don’t worry about it. I recognized you immediately.” Taehyung’s ears perked up. “You’re on Instagram, right? Kim Taehyung?”

“Oh uh…yeah.” Taehyung leaned forward, the gap closing between him and a girl so slightly, yet she almost squealed in delight. “You’ve seen my work?” He could see her eyes flicker at the mention of the word work.

“Y-yeah, I guess. You’re handsome, Oppa. You should be a model.” Taehyung felt his shoulder’s sink just slightly, though he kept his smile ever so prevalent on his face. That sudden rush of adrenaline that he got thinking someone recognized him for his work began to wash away like the tides on a sandy shore. “I think you would be so successful.”

“Uh, thanks.” He said. “But I’m an artist, I don’t have time to model.” The girl, still red in the face, giggled a bit.

“I think you should rethink it. You’ve got a face for modeling, no doubt.” Taehyung could tell that the girl in no way meant any offense in her words, but they still shot him straight through the heart, only to turn around and come back, ripping through him once again. The girl, done with her conversation, nodded her head. “Well, enjoy your drink.” She turned on her heel and headed back towards what Taehyung finally noticed were two other girls, both poking their heads out from the kitchen door. When their friend arrived, they all shared one more glance before gleefully rushing out of sight out of pure embarrassment. Taehyung lifted the drink in his hand and examined it silently. After a moment of silence, Taeyong snickered.

“Wow, look at Taehyung, always getting the ladies,” Taeyong said once again. “Jesus, I wish I could get a few free drinks over here. I’m handsome too.” While Jisoo tended to the drunken Taeyong, Jimin scooted closer to his friend.

“I don’t think she was trying to be mean,” Jimin said gently.

“I don’t think so either.” Taehyung agreed. “Still hurt.”

“I know.” He sighed.

“Hey,” Taeyong said once again, setting his drink down. Taehyung looked over at him. “Does that teacher lady ever act like this around you?” Taehyung snorted.

“No fucking way. She hates my guts because I took some of her jobs away from her.” Taehyung said. “She’s the only girl I’ve met that doesn’t immediately fall to my feet glorifying my looks over my art. Hell, I don’t even think she likes my art.” Taehyung could see Jisoo pout playfully from the side of his eye. “Except you, Jisoo.” He said simply.

“Don’t let it get to you. Do what you want, not what other people want.” Jimin said. Taehyung nodded.

“I know. You always tell me that.” He hummed, his attention turned towards the bar, where he saw one of the TV’s playing a local news station. Jimin watched Taehyung as he stared at the TV, looking up to see what it was he was staring at.

“In further news, we are anxiously awaiting the Annual Ilsan Art Festival occurring on the last weekend of the month. Artists all over South Korea and even the world will be there showcasing their most recent works of art. It’s expected to be one of the biggest turnouts of the fair in the past decade, and we are looking forward to seeing all the creativity that will be shown to us that weekend.” Jimin chuckled as Taehyung leaned back in his seat and finally took a sip of his drink. After a moment, he set his drink down, a hard grimace on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked.

“I knew she just brought me out another Moscow Mule. I doubt she even heard a word I said to her.” He hit his hand on the table. “Get me a male worker, please. Or at least someone who will look at me and listen to what I have to say.” He huffed.

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Taehyung 100% regretting getting that male waiter to come to their table. As soon as he did, Taehyung returned the Moscow Mule and ordered a string of other drinks. It got to the point where if he could read it on the menu without getting nauseous, he got it. Jimin had to stop him when he threatened to shout his Instagram handle at anyone who simply looked at him for longer than a few seconds. Jimin swore that the looks were because Taehyung was drunkenly shouting, but if one group of girls was staring at his looks, then god damn it, they all were. And he hated it!

However, that drunken rage was soon met with a brutal hangover the next morning. He had to hobble out of bed, take an entire bottle of painkillers, and drink black coffee before he felt any level of competence. The ride to work was horrible, the walk to the building was even worse, and of course, as he slugged his way into the building, he heard a high-pitched voice.

“Taehyung~” The boy groaned a bit, scratching his head as he turned to see an ever cheery Hoseok approaching him behind him. He was holding a manila folder. “Good mor- Oh…” His eyebrows furrowed. “You look awful. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yyyyeaaah no,” Taehyung said. “I got a little drunker than a wanted too last night and I’m paying for it now.” Hoseok grinned a bit.

“I know the feeling.” He said. “If you go into Mr. Kim’s office, he usually has coffee and donuts and snacks and stuff. If you bat your eyes and ask nicely, I’m sure he’ll give you some.” Taehyung blinked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Hoseok, who simply stood there continuing to grin. Finally, the grin faded simply into an amused smile. “I can come with you if you want. I need to drop some papers off to him anyhow, and I’d rather get it done now while I have the time.”

“….Sure.” Taehyung said, shaking his head slightly to get rid of the slight buzzing in his ears. He followed Hoseok down the hallway to Mr. Kim’s office. Hoseok knocked on the door, before simply allowing the two of them inside. As Taehyung closed the door behind him, he looked up and saw you at Seokjin’s desk, a folder in hand. Seokjin was leaning close beside you, nodding his head as you continued to explain whatever it was you were explaining. Taehyung wasn’t in the mood to listen. The commotion at the door led them both to look up.

“Oh, good morning,” Seokjin said.

“Are we interrupting?” Hoseok asked curiously.

“No, not really. We were just looking over some lesson plans for the next few weeks to get ahead.” You said simply, closing the manila folder in your hands rough enough that it made an audible clap. You scanned Taehyung over as he rubbed his eyes. “You look like garbage.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Taehyung huffed simply.

“We came to see if we could steal some snacks from your secret stash, Mr. Kim~. It seems Taehyungie has a bit of a hangover.”

“Drinking on a school night.” You hissed, walking past him. “Real professional of you.” Taehyung, whose head was still pounding, simply darted his eyes in your direction. It made his head spin, the sudden movement, but he was too annoyed to care.

“Jeez, the fun never stops with you, does it?” He hissed angrily, pouting his lips.

“I just don’t understand why you thought it would be a good idea to get drunk when you knew you needed to come in today.” You scoffed.

“Hey, relax,” Seokjin said. “They have gym class with Yoongi anyways today. Taehyung can take the time to rest if he needs too.”

You scoffed. “Well good for him. I’ll be working my 8-hour shift waiting for the time I get to take a rest.”

“You have lunch, gym, and now art time,” Seokjin said simply.

“I’m writing lesson plans. Taehyung doesn’t have to do that. Besides, three forty-minute blocks for me isn’t as much time as his like 6-7 hours that he isn’t with my class.” Seokjin pinched the bridge of his nose as you continued to ramble off examples.

“I’m not arguing today,” Seokjin said simply. Despite the smile on his face, you immediately held your tongue, sensing the firmness in his tone. “Now, go get the classroom ready and I’ll be in there soon to finish looking over the lessons.” He turned to Taehyung. “Just make sure you’re ready for the kids today and then you can rest.”

“Yessir.” He said.

“And help yourself to my snacks.” He grinned, pointing to the brewing coffee pot and box of donuts and snacks scattered on a corner table. You rolled your eyes, simply walking out of the room. You didn’t mean to, but you closed the door so fiercely that it caused the wall decorations on both the inside and outside of the room to shake just a bit. However, you ignored it and just stormed back to your classroom in absolute annoyance.

Taehyung walked towards the table, lifting a donut as Hoseok poured the three of them a cup of coffee. As he passed them out, Taehyung took him and looked into it, hesitating before taking a sip.

“Go on,” Seokjin said. “It’s really good. Rich, even.” Taehyung’s eyes cast to his superior as he took a sip of his own, letting out a satisfied breath.

“I can’t believe it’s been two weeks and she still doesn’t like me.” He mumbled. “It’s starting to get on my nerves.”

“She’ll come around,” Hoseok assured.

“You said that day one, Hyung. And here we are, almost two weeks into my job and I think she hates me even more. I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll talk with her, okay?” Seokjin assured. “Just focus on you and your crafts and the kids. She’s got to learn to get over this stupid, childish jealousy that she has.” Taehyung sighed, finally taking a sip of his drink. Seokjin was right, the incredibly rich taste of the coffee, along with the immense heat, immediately made Taehyung feel a hell of a lot better than he did a few minutes ago.

“I’ll walk you to your class,” Hoseok said happily.

“Thanks,” Taehyung said. “And thank you for the snacks, Mr. Kim.” He turned to the principal, who nodded his head.

“Don’t worry about it. Just do me a favor and don’t show up to work hungover anymore.” He teased. Taehyung forced out a nervous chuckle. “It’s not becoming. You’re too talented to be acting this way.” Taehyung blinked, feeling his ears perk up once again. “I don’t want to have to punish you, after all.”

“Right. I’ll remember, Sir.” He nodded his head before Hoseok led him out of the room, closing the door behind them. As the duo walked down the hallway, Hoseok began to speak.

“He’s right, you know. She’ll come around. This jealousy is childish and I think she knows that. Once she learns that it’s about the kids and not her, she’ll come to apologize. But once he talks to her, I think it’ll help.” Hoseok continued to chatter, and Taehyung nodded, but he wasn’t listening to a word that his Hyung was saying, despite how much he probably should be. He wasn’t even really focused on his hangover anymore. He could just keep replaying Seokjin’s voice in his head over and over, saying only one thing.

Talented. You’re too talented.

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“I just cannot believe that he showed up to work today hungover.” You groaned, crossing your arms. You were still extremely frustrated about it. “I’ve never once done something like that, yet why do I still feel like he gets special treatment?”

“He’s new, that’s why,” Yoongi said simply, glancing at you. You huffed. The kids were currently having some free time, which they earned when the group worked together to promote good sportsmanship and teamwork. Yoongi had brought some soft throwing balls, hula hoops, jump ropes, and other equipment with him today, and let the kids run wild. You liked to keep an eye on them during this kind of activity, the more eyes watching over 20 chaotic kids, the better. Also, you just wanted to vent to Yoongi. He wasn’t here all day, every day like the rest of you, and you needed to fill him in. “You’re being childish.”

“I am?” You asked, eyes wide as you turned to him. “Yoongi….”

“You and I both try to promote absolute teamwork and respect to these kids and you can’t even do that yourself. So yes, you’re being childish.” You scoffed.

“What do you know?” Yoongi snickered. “You’re only here a few days a week for an hour.”

“Well, I spend every day, almost 12 hours a day with angsty, hormonal teenagers. I got a good idea of when people are being really stupid.” You pouted. “Just get over yourself and apologize. It’s only a matter of time before the kids notice the tension if they haven’t already.”

“I don’t do this in front of them.” You said simply.

“That’s what you think. You of all people should know that children can pick up on a lot more than we adults realize.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“I guess you’re right.” You hummed softly. Yoongi smiled, slightly smug.

“I always am.” He said. When he turned to see your amused smile, instead he was met with a deep frown on your face. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” He said gently.

“Do you think I’m a bad teacher?” You asked softly. Yoongi sighed, turning to you and patting your shoulders.

“No, I don’t. Nobody does. You’re a great teacher, and no amount of new staff will change that.” You sighed, nodding your head. Just as you turned your attention back to the children, a stray ball came rolling up to your feet. You scooped it up to see Ryujin, Kai, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu rushing towards you, grins on their little faces.

“Come play!” Ryujin begged.

“Yeah!” Yeonjun agreed, taking your hand.

“Please, Teacher!” Kai shouted.

“Okay, okay.” You chuckled. “You’re going to make me go deaf if you keep screaming this loud.” Yoongi watched as you led the children away from him, the ball still in your hands. “Alright. I’ll kick it, and I want to see who can run fastest to get it and bring it back to me, okay?” The kids nodded their heads as you set the ball down. “One. Two. Three!” You shouted, kicking the ball as hard as you could in the direction of the back gate. Almost immediately, the four children began running towards the ball as fast as their little legs could carry them. A few other kids who noticed the action quickly abandoned what they were doing in hopes of racing after the ball as well. You put your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath as you watched. Hoseok jogged behind the kids to make sure that there were no injuries upon retrieving the ball. Ryujin grabbed the ball before she quickly booked it back to you. On the journey, while Beomgyu was chasing her, she tripped and fell over her own feet in a desperate attempt to keep the ball to herself. You watched with wide as Ryujin tumbled down to the ground, the ball slipping from her hands. Beomgyu hurried towards the ball and grabbed hold of it for himself. He hurried towards you, holding the ball towards you with a wide grin on his face.

“Teacher, I got it! Do I win?!” He asked. You sighed, taking the ball and kneeling beside him.

“We need to make sure that Ryujin is okay before we play, okay?” You said. Taking his hand, you led him over as Hoseok lifted a sniffling Ryujin into his arms. You could tell as you got closer that there was a big scrape on her right knee.

“We’re going to get her all cleaned up,” Hoseok said, looking at you. Ryujin nodded, wiping her eyes. “Maybe we should tell Mr. Kim to invest in a nurse if he enjoys hiring new people.”

“No way. That’s your job.” You said, patting his shoulders before he carried Ryujin inside.

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After gym came to an end and the children said their goodbyes to Mr. Min, you led them inside to wash up before art. You knew that what Yoongi had said to you about Taehyung was right, but at the same time, you felt you were too far ahead with this that you couldn’t turn back without looking like a fool. Would he even accept an apology if you gave him one?

“I wonder what we’re doing in Mr. Kim’s art class today.” You heard Hoseok said behind you as you led the kids down the hallway.

“I wanna paint again,” Yuna said quickly, and a few other kids agreed with her. You internally groaned at the thought. Taehyung hungover dealing with two handfuls of kids and messy paint? Yeah, no. Regardless of what he was doing, you had no intention of leaving him alone in such a state. As you approached the door, you saw it crack open. Taehyung stepped out, running a hand along his hair. The first thing you noticed was that he looked so much better now than he did this morning. Eating and hopefully getting a chance to rest thankfully worked wonders on him, but you still felt uneasy.

“Mmmm.” Taehyung let out a soft breath before turning to the group. “Good afternoon, everyone~.” He hummed happily. The kids waved and said their hellos as Hoseok led them into the room. Taehyung glanced at you.

“You look better.” You said.

“No, not really.” He said. “I’m suffering.”

“I see that. It’s what you get for being unprofessional-.” Taehyung blinked, his blood immediately spiking. He felt his heart immediately speed up and he found it difficult to look you in the eyes. Unprofessional? He hated that word. He hated to be called unprofessional. It made him feel worse than any hangover could ever even attempt to make him feel. You tilted your head as you saw the immediate change from the mild inconvenience of your presence to sudden…you couldn’t put your finger on it, but it made you even feel a bit on edge. He scratched his head and turn away from you completely, biting his thumbnail immediately between his fingers. “Uhm, are you okay?”

“I’m just fine. I have a headache, and you’re not helping.” He said quickly. “See you later.” He said.

“I’m staying today.” You said simply. Taehyung’s eyebrows raised, and he closed the door behind him, leaving both you and him as the only two in the hallway.

“What? Why?” he asked curiously.

“You may look better, but you’re still hungover. I won’t sleep tonight if I leave you struggling with all of these kids for an hour.” Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms. He couldn’t handle this now. “Do you want to be alone in a small classroom with children who scream so loud they make your head split in two?” You asked curiously, putting your hands on your hips.

“You’ve never seen me hungo-.” Before Taehyung could finish his sentence, a loud voice was heard from inside. Kai’s loud voice.

“Mr. Hobi! Yuna took my pencil!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Guys, please,” Hoseok said quickly, desperately wanting to end this argument as soon as possible. You saw Taehyung almost immediately cover his ears and groan, and a smirk graced your lips.

“Alright, alright. Fine.” He huffed. With that settled, the both of you headed inside. Upon entering, you saw Kai sticking his tongue out at Yuna, who had her head down on the table. Hoseok sighed, shaking his head slightly. “Hello, my little artists~.” He cooed, a grin on his face as he clapped his hands together. The kids all perked up and smiled. Seeing the sea of smiles immediately helped him find the strength he needed to get through this. “Alright now does everyone see the pieces of paper and pencils at their desks.” The kids looked down. “We’re going to do something a bit easy today because Mr. Kim has a headache.” Yeji immediately lifted her hand in the air. “Hm? What’s wrong, Yeji?”

“Why do you have a headache?” Yeji asked curiously.

“Well…” Taehyung began. You couldn’t help but snort. “I ate a lot of candy last night.” The kids couldn’t help but giggle. “Anyone ever-.”

“What candy?” Kai asked. Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched, and you had to cover your mouth as to not start hysterical laughing.

“Uhm…we can talk about it later, okay?” he said. “Don’t you want to start the project?” the kids nodded and looked down at their pictures. “Okay. Today we’re going to trace our hands.” He stuck his hand out, fingers spread out from one another as far as they could be. “Once you trace them, use your imagination to create whatever you want. Turkeys, unicorns, anything that comes to your mind. Then, there’s tons of other stuff I found that you can share and use to trace too. There’s some circles, squares, anything you can find to make a whole picture.” The kids looked down at their hands, and Taehyung walked over, setting his hand down on an extra piece of white paper. The kids stood from their seats to watch as he traced his hand with the pencil. “See?”

“You have a big hand,” Kai said. Hoseok laughed a bit. Taehyung chuckled a bit.

“Okay, we’re all here if you need any help. But try your best.” With that, the kids set their hands on the paper. You walked towards Lia, who lifted her pencil, her tongue sticking out as she tried desperately to trace the hand as best as she could. You knelt.

“What are you going to turn your hand into?” you asked curiously.

“A unicorn.” She said softly.

“Mine is going to be a blue monster!” Soobin said from beside her, turning towards you with a beaming expression. You chuckled a bit, lifting his hand.

“Blue?” Your hand is blue now?” You asked curiously. Soobin giggled as you put the hand close to your face. “It doesn’t look blue, Soobin.”

“No.,” he said. “I’m going to color it blue.” You hummed, nodding.

“Aaaa, I see.” Taehyung watched as you set down Soobin’s hand, only for Lia to lift hers and declare it was pink. You grinned, performing the same playful routine with her, which left her emanating the cutest giggles to be heard by anyone ever. You smiled a bit, before setting her hand back onto the paper in the right position to allow her to continue. You got up, walking past Taehyung as he stood behind Kai and Yeonjun, who had “coincidentally” sat together. He glanced at you. When you glanced back, he felt himself have to take a deep breath. He was professional, and he would prove it by not losing his cool right now.

“So, I guess you’re not always an absolute stick in the mud, huh?” Taehyung asked curiously, an amused grin on his face. You scoffed, smoothing out your skirt.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply.” You said, and Taehyung snickered. “You’re very rude, you know that?” Taehyung shrugged a bit, putting his hands behind his head. You saw Kai’s head turn as he heard that sentence, and your eyes locked with his for just a second. Immediately, Yoongi’s voice popped into your head.

Kids pick up on more than us adults may realize.

Shit. You thought to yourself, watching as Kai turned back to his picture without so much as saying a word. Before you could add to what you were saying, Yeji lifted her hand high into the air.

“Mr. Kim, come look.” She begged. Taehyung glanced at you, watching as your arms folded across your chest and you let out a soft, yet frustrated breath, before he headed towards the little girl. She pointed to the finished scribble of her hand, which was switched upside down. Beneath it was a crudely drawn line and some circles decorating the inside of the hand. “It’s a tree.”

“Wow, it looks great.” Taehyung smiled. “Now you can color it.” Yeji turned to her teacher.

“Can I use your hand to make an even bigger tree?” She asked. Mr. Kim blinked, holding up his hand. “It’s a big tree, an’ a bigger tree.” He couldn’t help but smile as he set his hand on the paper. The size difference meant a few fingertips poked out, but it was okay. Yeji immediately, stood up, grinning as she began to trace the teacher’s hand. You watched as a few kids who took notice began to grow envious of Yeji’s smart idea. They wanted that too.

“Mr. Kim, me too!” Kai begged.

“I want to trace your hand too, Mr. Kim!” Yuna begged, her hand clasping the sleeve of his shirt. Taehyung looked around at the kids who were practically begging for his help to perfect their pictures. It was most of them, while the minority were content with just using their own hands as well as other objects that were laid in the middle of the table. Taehyung lifted his hands, a look of playful distress and panic on his face. At least, you thought it was playful.

“I only have two hands. I can’t grow anymore haaaaands.” He whined, and a few of the kids giggled a bit. He held his hands up. You smiled a bit, kneeling beside a few kids and quietly telling them to be patient and stop yelling for his attention. “These hands can only do so much. We need to be patient, okay? Mr. Hobi has big hands too.” Hoseok looked down at his hands with wide eyes, before holding them out for the kids to see.

“I guess I do. In comparison, at least.” He grinned a bit. A few kids beside him turned his way as he knelt and offered his hands to a few kids. The chaos quickly died down and you sighed. Suddenly, Taehyung looked at you.

“What about Teachers’ hands?” He asked, and you immediately shot him a look. “That’s six hands available.”

“Me?” You asked. Before you could say anything, Kai reached out and took one of your hands. You looked down at him as he examined it. “I have nails, I don’t know if-.”

“I can make a spiky dinosaur!” He said, grinning. You raised an eyebrow.

“A stegosaurus.” You said.

“Uh, yeah…Think so.” He said. You sighed gently lowering your hand onto the paper as he began to trace it. You glanced at Taehyung, who was helping Yeji finish her tree so that he could hurry and help the next kid. He glanced at you again after offering Yeji a warm smile. You simply turned back to Kai, who was now sharing facts that he knew about the ‘spiky dinosaur’ from a book his father had read to him a few times. You hummed and nodded your head as he spoke so excitedly about the creature. Taehyung walked past you on his way across the tables and was able to get a good look at your eyes. They were sparkling, and you smiled even more with every lisped word the little boy kept spilling out to you. He put his hands behind his head as he walked past, shrugging.

“Teacher…” Lia said gently, turning your head and reaching out to you. You looked down at her scribble of a fully colored unicorn hand, with quickly drawn dot eyes and a shaky smile on the thumb, as well as an oversized horn on the pointer finger. “Can I trace a Mommy unicorn?” She took your hand gently and you smiled, kneeling and offering her your hand. “Mr. Kim said his hand will be the Daddy.” She said, before setting her pencil down and beginning to trace. Your eyes looked towards the open space left on the massive sheet of paper. There was enough room to lay his palm, while most likely having to keep a few fingers cut off of the page. Glancing up, you got an image of both Hoseok and Taehyung, chatting up the children who were tracing their hands. Taehyung’s eyes were still a bit baggy and tired-looking, however, they were glowing with excitement and interest at whatever it was Yeonjun was sharing to him, even if he could barely make a lot of it out. It was…comforting.

Now if he just didn’t come to work hungover, you would start contemplating your attitude towards him.

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“I knew this would happen.” Taehyung was finally home after a long day at the school, one that was made even longer because Seokjin had a long lecture with him about coming in hungover in the future. He thought that one statement that morning was the end of it, but god was he so wrong. He wasn’t mad, but disappointed, those were Seokjin’s words. It stung just as much to hear that from him as it did from his parents in childhood, maybe even more. All Taehyung could do was apologize and promise to be more diligent in the future before being sent on his way. He sulked the entire bus ride home and got Jimin on the phone as soon as he reached his apartment. “I told you to stop drinking 7 shots in, but you never listen to me.”

“I said I was sorry.” Taehyung groaned.

“I’m just amazed you made it the entire day.”

“Trust me, I felt like I wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear for about 85% of the day, even after I got a chance to close my eyes.” Jimin laughed a bit. “I have a splitting headache.”

“Well, yeah. That’s what you get.” Jimin hummed, resting against the window to his apartment. Jimin frowned when he didn’t get his usual playful retaliation from Taehyung, instead only the sound of him faintly breathing. “Tae? You okay?”

“She called me unprofessional today.” He said softly. Jimin sighed, remembering how tenderizing this word had been to Taehyung lately. “I-I know I made a mistake and got too drunk, but I’m not-.”

“You’re not,” Jimin said quickly. “You just need to make better choices.” He said. A long exhale came from Taehyung’s end of the phone. “Tae, please don’t be upset. Want me to pick up some ginger ale and stop by?” After a moment of silence, Jimin pushed himself off the window, heading straight to the door before even getting a reply. He knew the answer.

“Yes…”

“On my way.” He said, before hanging up.

The wait for Jimin was painstaking. Taehyung hadn’t locked the door upon entering, forgetting to in his venting session. He was laying on the couch, a hand over his eyes as he let the deafening silence of his apartment envelop him. He had regretted his choice all day today and wished that he had just called in sick or something. But instead, his proud ass led him into the preschool and he was so lucky he was able to keep an act up for an hour straight for those kids. They didn’t get a glimpse of how he felt that day, not just from the hangover, but from the guilt that came with it. He slumped at his desk, mumbling aggravated curses to himself and his absolute stupidity. They didn’t see the tears that he had to quickly wipe away when they left his room for the day, and the ones he had to swallow down on the bus ride home. They didn’t see any of that, thank god.

Hopefully, they didn’t sense any of it either.

A faint, gentle voice of an angel came through the door just then, and Taehyung forced himself upright on his couch. Jimin walked in. “Tae?” He hummed, closing the door behind you. He lifted a plastic bag and offered a grin to his best friend. “Sorry I took so long, there was a wait at the convenient store.” Taehyung nodded as his friend plopped down beside him, offering him a ginger ale. “You okay?”

“I just feel stupid.”

“Don’t. I’m sure you’re not the only person in the world to show up to a school a bit hungover.” Jimin assured. “Just don’t do it again. Was the principal mad?” Taehyung shook his head. “See? Just let it go and try again tomorrow.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it.” He said. “I can’t believe myself.” Jimin watched Taehyung slump forward, burying his head in his hands. He could only rub his friends back supportively and try to think of what to say to help his friend out. A metaphorical lightbulb appeared above his head and he grinned a bit.

“Remember when I said you would thank me for all my help at the right time?” He asked curiously. Taehyung looked over at his friend. “I think the right time might be now if you promise to stop pouting and let me tell you the best news any aspiring artist in South Korea could ever hear.”

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Day Two: Swap

Normal high school AU where Baz is new to Simon’s English class but Penny is the one that gets assigned a seat next to Baz. Aka English nerds in love.

Words: 3457

Note: this is unedited and super rushed but its something!

No warnings apart from a lot of swearing. Enjoy!

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SIMON

“Alright so I posted the seating plan on the class page, did everyone get a chance to see it?”

While everyone scrambles to look at their laptops, I’ve already seen Ms. Possibelf’s seating plan and can I just say… What. The. Fuck. She’s sat me across the room from Penny (honestly fair since we never get any work done) next to some random girl named Trixie; she seems nice enough but so bloody boring. How am I supposed to make it through a whole year of English without Penny? I can hear the complaints layering up in the tiny classroom and I can see the teacher ignoring every single one of them. I don’t think I’ll bother asking for a change. Though, maybe she’ll listen to Penny?

I nudge Penny’s arm, I guess she’s already seen the seating plan too because she makes no effort to look at her laptop and moves towards her assigned seat.

“Surely the fuck not?” I don’t bother whispering.

“I think you mean surely the fuck yes. I’m not failing this semester because you want to tell me a gross story about your arms smelling like Cheetos mid class.” I’m smirking and she looks like she’ll bite my head off. That makes me smile more.

“That was once!”

“It still happened, and I’d rather hear about your smelly limbs at lunch time - or better yet, never.”

We’re cut off by Ms. Possibelf starting the class, or at least trying to.

“You should’ve all written a draft of your persuasive orals over the holidays, now you must refine them and prepare a final copy. These will be presented in two days.”

Okay as much as I’m a clown in English, I’m actually decent at it. I’ve already written and edited my script, so I really have nothing to do. I sit in my seat and glance at Penny, it looks like she’s done too. I’m fairly sure she’s playing fire boy and water girl, she’s playing both parts (because I’m not there) and she’s taking up the entire table, her desk mate looks so uncomfortable squashed into a corner. Who is he, by the way? The name on the roll was Tyrannus, what the fuck kind of name is that? So pretentious.

I open up Instagram on my laptop and text Penny.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Simon Snow [10:04]: who is heeeeeee

Penelope Bunce [10:04]: who?

Simon Snow [10:04]: the guy ur sat next to whats his name?????

Penelope Bunce [10:05]: got a bit of crush huh :0

Simon Snow [10:05]: oh fk off I haven’t even seen his face,,, whats his name??

Penelope Bunce [10:06]: he said to call him baz

Simon Snow [10:07]: hmm weird but cool name

Simon Snow [10:07]: what schools he frm?

Penelope Bunce [10:07]: idk do ur work Si

Penny stops typing, she looks me in the eyes then turns to speak to Baz, shutting her laptop. That’s such an odd name, right?

They talk, she’s laughing, he’s just sitting there so composed. He doesn’t look bored exactly, just that he’s better than seeming overly excited. Dickhead it is then.

Even though I think I’ve already decided I hate him, I don’t stop looking at them. He’s got long hair, its black and loose just above his shoulder, his skin is this gorgeous caramel that doesn’t need tanning and his eyes, they’re so grey a mix of green and blue I think and – fuck. We’re making eye-contact, not in like oh oops, more like oh shit why is this guy staring at me. He must think I’m a fucking creep. Shit.

It’s not like I care though, he probably thinks he’s better than everyone in this room anyway. But he’s just smiling at me? Fuck that’s a good smile. I think I’m smiling back, I can’t help it. He turns back to speak to Penny, they seem like they’re in deep discussion about something, I wonder what? And suddenly, I catch myself wishing I was her. Um, what?

The rest of the period flies by. Too quick, I think, not that I need more time to work, I just kind of wish… whatever.

Penny, as per bloody usual, is taking her precious time packing her stuff away. I walk up to her table, hyper aware of Baz’s presence there,

“Planning on leaving anytime soon?” I ask, trying to seem as nonchalant as can be, but my eyes keep glancing to him. I think Penny must’ve picked up on it because then she says, all smug,

“But then you wouldn’t get to meet Baz,” she gestures to Baz, who’s raising his eyebrow and smiling a little against his better judgement I think, then she gestures to me and then back again, “Baz, Simon. Simon, Baz. There we go.” He’s full on smiling now. Fuck, how can someone be so pretty?

“So nice to meet you, I’m Baz Pitch.” He puts his hand out for me to shake it – that’s so proper. I’m not even convinced he’s 17. He’s so calm and put together, these are not words you use to describe a 17 year old guy.

“H-hey, yeah, Simon.” Of course, I trip over my words, I’ve always struggled with that but I’m also really fucking nervous for some reason.

“Do you wanna have lunch with us, Baz?” Penny’s throwing her bag over her shoulder, looking at me like she knows what she’s doing to me and then back to Baz with genuine eyes. Penny doesn’t usually get on with people like that, that’s why we’ve been friends for so long, she really doesn’t have other options (not like I do either).

“That’d be nice.” He says, the corner of his mouth inching up, giving his cool exterior away. He’s not a pretentious git, is he? He’s just a boy on his first day of school; that’s fucking daunting.

We walk out the classroom – finally – and Baz starts telling us about himself and his old school. Mainly just answering Penny’s questions. Does he have siblings? Yeah, four half siblings. How come he moved schools? dad moves a lot for business. Oh, is he going to be moving again? Probably not until after high school, by then I could move out anyway.

I’m not usually this quiet. Usually I’m more social than Penny. I don’t know what’s come over me, I wish I could be her right now.

Lunch happens, Baz doesn’t really eat. Not like I was watching him. Well he was sat right in front of me and I just noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. Surely that’s normal.

I finally ask Baz what other classes he’s taking; other than English we don’t share any classes and then I let myself say, “that sucks.” But only because its normal, its not flirting. You can want a friend to be in your class. Penny still looks at me anyway.

But then he says, “I’ll just have to look forward to English,” and my heart melts.

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I try not to think about Baz right now, in bed, but I am anyway, and I remember him telling me his full name; so naturally I’m suddenly typing it into the Instagram search bar. Aha! He’s not on private, thank the gods of social media.

I start scrolling through his feed, careful not to tap anything of course. There are a few photos of him alone, they’re gorgeous; he dresses so nice. Penny says I can’t dress myself. In one photo from a month ago he’s in this incredible suit, taking a mirror selfie in a bathroom that looks nicer than my whole house. His hair is slicked back (I think I prefer it loose – still so bloody fit though) and his cheekbones are so defined, he’s got that same face he had when we first met today – eyebrows raised, little bit a smirk, beautiful eyes.

I scroll down to the next photo, this one is different. It’s not a hot mirror selfie, its him carrying a little girl – his little sister? – on his shoulders looking up at her with a smile, a real big smile. He’s dressed a bit more casual too, still nicer than anything I own though it’s just jeans and a black button down. I keep coming back to the jeans. How can someone look so good in jeans?

I scroll through a few more photos, some with friends, some more of just him and a few of books he’s reading or places he’s visited. I feel like I know him a little bit better now – less in a stalkerish way more in a… well I can’t think of the write word. I can never think of the write word.

My phone vibrates all of a sudden and I literally drop my phone, so I don’t accidently like anything.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [23:13]: up thinking bout prince charming?

Simon Snow [23:14]: shut up

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: don’t blame u he’s v cute.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: And smart.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: you have my blessing

Simon Snow [23:15]: bugger off,, as if he’s even into guys

Simon Snow [23:15]: I was literally such an idiot today he probs doesn’t even wanna be my friend

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: AHA SO U ADMIT IT

Simon Snow [23:16]: did I even have to

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: ofc not. For what its worth I think u have a shot.

Simon Snow [23:17]: sureeeee

Simon Snow [23:17]: fuckkkkk im gonna be so dead tomorrow,, gn love u

I turn my phone off, pull my glasses off chucking them somewhere I probably won’t find them tomorrow and roll over to fall asleep.

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We’ve got English first period today. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited for English, but then I remember I don’t even get to sit next to him.

I walk into class and he’s already in there, we make eye-contact – way less awkward than yesterday – and he gives me a nod. Its friendly, it’s nice, it’s already a bit familiar. I give him a little wave with my right hand below the books I’m carrying but then I’m nearly dropping then, and my laptop starts sliding through my arms. It’s a shit show and it’s too early in the morning to embarrass myself, but I don’t get a say do I? As a say good bye to my laptop that is threatening to smash in the ground any second now – and any possibility for anything with Baz – I hear a chair scraping at the floor then not being pushed in. Suddenly, Baz’s hand is on my shoulder; the other grabbing my laptop that’s basically just resting on my belt buckle at this point. I beg myself not to blush, not now.

Baz is laughing. We’ve – he’s – saved my laptop and now he’s carrying it and my books; he insisted I was not to be trusted.

“Alright, special delivery all the way to your seat. You sure you’re okay Snow?” He’s using my last name because he thinks it’s ‘such a waste to not make use of such an iconic surname’. I like the way it sounds on his lips. I think I just like his lips and anything after is automatically perfect. Perfect.

He taps my shoulder, “you okay there?”

“Huh? Yeah yeah, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep very much last night.” That’s not a lie.

Baz nods and says he’s gonna go get started on the work, I watch him walk away. The school trousers, they’re no jeans but he looks good in everything.

I try to do some work, making cue cards for my presentation, but I keep letting myself look over to Baz. Penny just caught me and stuck her tongue out.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:31]: ur staring

Simon Snow [08:32]: am not,, go away

I go back to working on my cue cards after making a show of shutting my laptop in front of Penny. I get through two more cards before I see a pair of shoes approaching my table. I look up and sure enough its prince charming – I mean Baz. He clears his throat and says,

“I hear you’re good at English”

“There’s no way Penny said that,” I laugh.

“True, she said ‘he thinks he’s better than everyone else.’ But I take it for good reason.” He smiles while doing air quotes, I smile back at him because I can’t help myself.

“Well, I definitely don’t suck.”

“Good. Do you mind reading over my script, please? I feel like it needs a little bit of editing.” He hands over his laptop, “don’t drop this one okay?” he chuckles.

I honestly don’t know how to act around him. I’m the epitome of those ‘act normal’ memes. He hands me his laptop and I start reading. His presentation is on single use plastics and it is so well written, he definitely doesn’t need my help. My neck is getting warm and I hope I’m not blushing at a script on environmentalism just because it was written by a hot guy. That’s pathetic.

But he’s not just a hot guy, is he? He’s smart – so smart – and he’s so kind even if you wouldn’t think so; when he helped me with my books today, I couldn’t help but think back to that photo of him with his sister, so much warmth and kindness expertly hidden under a cool and calm facade. I get to the end of his conclusion and look up in awe but he’s standing just behind me leaning forward waiting for my response. That explains the warmth I was feeling.

Baz doesn’t seem like the kind that would ever doubt himself but if you could see him now, you’d think he cared about what everyone thought about everything; and maybe he does, maybe he just hides it really well.

“Baz.” I make eye-contact with him, finally on purpose, “this… its incredible. I don’t even know why you’d ask for feedback. Your arguments are excellent, and your use of inductive reasoning is really fitting.”

His face lights up, a kind of innocent smile creeps up on his face and for the first time I think I want to kiss him. But even more so, I want to be responsible for more of those smiles. “Really?”

“It’s perfect.”

I look away because I don’t want him to see me blush. Penny is looking straight at us, she gives me one of her reassuring smiles.

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It’s been two weeks of school; all my classes suck but it’s our last year and soon enough we’ll miss it. At least that’s what Penny keeps saying, Baz agrees with her.

Baz has been spending more time with us; we hang out at lunch time, he’s joined us for frozen cokes a few times in the past few hot days. It’s nice. I can actually talk to him now too.

He’s so smart, smarter than I had thought. He’s not just academically smart, he knows more than just surface level knowledge. Yesterday, on our walk to English he was talking about some article he read on the relationship between sleep deprivation and blood alcohol concentration just for fun. Though its nerdy and just a bit lame, the way his eyes light up when he talks about things he cares about, I’d listen to the summary of a thousand dumb articles to see that again.

Right now, Baz isn’t here though, and all my brain can do is think about him.

“Pennyyyy!” she’s lying on my bed while I do my art homework on the floor, she always comes home with me on Tuesdays, I don’t know when that started.

“Si, I already said no like three times.”

“Why not? Do you not love me?” I asked her to swap seats with me in English. I just wanna sit next to Baz, I can say I need extra help or something.

“I love you of course but I don’t want Baz to think I’m avoiding him, and I certainly don’t want Ms. P to fail me for disobeying her one rule.”

“Just please.” I give her my best puppy eyes and pouty face, “I fink I’m in wuv,” I say mockingly. She

throws an old stuffed toy in my face. I guess that’s a no.

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The next day I see Baz at the school gates, he’s holding a cup of coffee and his hair is up in a bun today. Flawless.

“Fancy seeing you here,” how can he look so perfect at eight in the morning. I don’t even feel awake yet.

Baz bumps my shoulder with his and we start walking to our lockers. We talk about the English reading we were set, we’re reading Lord of the Flies and Baz is going on about how he and Penny think the book would be drastically different if it had female characters.

“Golding said he didn’t add girls to avoid sex being a subject.” I say, and Baz just looks at me with his eyebrow raised. I call this the signature Baz look now.

“Oh, come on, as if every single kid on that island was straight.” I choke on nothing for a second. Baz and I have never talked about relationships or sex or sexuality. It’s not really a matter of discussion I guess but hearing him acknowledge the idea of guys being together, I don’t know, it gives me hope. That makes no sense obviously, he’s taking about characters from an English novel not himself and really its more an act of Baz’s resistance than it is a nod to gay rights or whatever. But, still, it gives me hope.

“True,” is all I manage to get out.

We get to English extra early after home room, and I start making my way to my seat. Ever since Baz started hanging out with us outside of class, English is back to being plain and boring, nothing special. So, with my shoulders slumped I mutter a goodbye to Baz as I walk to opposite way to my seat but then I feel something on my hand. Oh my god, its his hand. Its Baz’s hand. On my hand. Pulling me towards him. Its not especially romantic or anything. But its something!

“Hey! Swap seats with Penny, come sit next to me today,” surely this is a dream, I must’ve hit my head. “I need your uhhh help with the essay.” Baz doesn’t help, he just discussed key themes of the novel for breakfast. I feel it again, lingering in my chest, hope. “It’s okay if you don’t want to…” he says a bit quieter now, trying to seem as cool as possible. How Baz of him. Fuck I still haven’t said anything.

“What no no, I want to. I’m just not sure what Ms. Possibelf will say; or worse, Penny.” He pulls at my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“What? Scared Snow?”

“We’re not in Harry Potter, Baz.”

“True. I’m wayyy better looking than Draco Malfoy and you wouldn’t be a very good chosen one. The worst chosen one who’s ever been chosen.”

I hear myself saying, “what so I’m not more better looking than Harry Potter?” Is this flirting? He squeezes my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“You needed me to point that out? I thought it was a given. You’re well fit, Simon.” Simon. Hope.

I hum in response and with one final tug at my hand, he lets it go. I follow him (I’d follow him anywhere).

“Sit, I won’t bite,” He grins at me.

“Yeah but Penny will,” she better not ruin this for me. For us. I sit next to Baz and we start working on our essays. He doesn’t ask for help once.

Penny walks into class, glances at her seat, sees us and walks to my – her – seat next to Trixie.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:14]: u win. Enjoy!

I can’t tell if that’s sarcastic or not.

Baz notices I’ve changed my window to Instagram DMs and nudges me, “how come you don’t follow me?”

“Huh, I don’t know? What’s your user name?” As if I don’t know.

Baz grabs my laptop, “I’ll just type it in.” I let him because I’m lazy and I like watching him type but then he clicks on the search bar and has the biggest grin on his face. Fuck. He can see my search history, “looks like you already know it.” How could I forget about that?

I must look mortified because he places his hand on mine. Second time today. “It’s all good. I already have yours too.”

Hope.

#this is so bad #and doesnt actually fit in with the role reveral bit of the prompt #im just using the swap bit bc i hate role reversal fics #the tone suddenly changes bc i wrote this over two days #carry on countdown #coc 2019 #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #Penelope Bunce

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