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arrow-guy · 4 years

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The Lighthouse (6/??)

Summary: The town is sleepy, the people are nice enough, but life gets turned upsidedown when the God of Thunder literally falls out of the sky.

A/N: Alright, I promise to start answering some questions as soon as I can get through this and the next chapter. I’m really excited to share this story with you guys now that it’s all planned!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Pairing: ThorxReader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: None

Part 5

“You seem more confident today.”

“Can we not talk about that right now?” I ask. “Trying to do magic with your instruction is hard, but it’s nigh unto impossible with you commenting on irrelevant stuff.”

“You’ve improved immensely over the last week, and I’d hardly say it’s irrelevant.”

“I don’t think confidence has anything to do with it,” I mutter.

“Then what is it?”

“We need to find Loki and I don’t want to scare Thor again if I have to use magic.” I shake my head and forget trying to focus on the spell. “The fact that I can even do magic still blows my mind. There’s still a lot that I have to process on top of all of trying to train with you.”

“What makes you think you need to find Loki?”

“You don’t know where he is and Thor’s worried about him. I’d say that’s cause enough to want to find him.”

“You really care about him.”

“Of course I do.” I shake my head and flop down on my bed. “Of course I do. I thought that was obvious.”

“To you, perhaps.”

I scowl. "Am I not allowed to experience my feelings privately? I've barely had time to process the fact that an actual god seems to have a crush on me, let alone sift through my own feelings on the matter."

“I’d say you’ve had a fair amount of time.”

“I’ve had barely more than a week. I don’t think you understand the kind of brain power it takes to even contemplate Thor wanting me.” My face flushes and I cover my cheeks with my hands. “I don’t want to process that right now. I just want to finish my projects and keep going with these lessons so I can be more helpful.”

"I think you're mistaken to believe that you're not helpful, (Y/N). You've done more for all of us than we'd have been able to accomplish on our own."

"But I've got all this… this energy inside of me. I want to understand it. I want to use it. Maybe if I can, we'll be able to find Loki."

"You're not going to drop that, are you?"

"Not a chance. I have a gut feeling that he'll be able to help us."

"How?"

"I don't know, it's just a feeling. But I want to act on it before that feeling goes away."

Thor knocks on the door frame and pokes his head into the room. "Am I interrupting?"

I smile at him and shake my head. "Nah. What's up?"

"I was hoping I could start on dinner."

"Oh?"

"I'd prefer to do so with supervision," he explains. "I'm sure I can do it, but I'd rather not burn down the house."

I laugh. "I'll be right down."

“Thank you.” He grins and disappears out into the stairwell.

“You still there, Heimdall?”

“Yes.”

“We’re going to revisit this Loki thing tomorrow,” I say. “This is non-negotiable”

“Fine. I’ll make preparations.”

“Thank you.” I haul myself up from my bed and head for the stairs. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make sure he boils the pasta instead of setting it on fire.”

I kiss Thor’s cheek as he dishes up the spaghetti. “Thanks for cooking tonight.”

His grin lights up his face. “Happy to. Though I must thank you for your help. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I’m sure you could’ve figured it out..” He raises his eyebrows and I laugh. “Maybe not just yet, but I’m sure you’ll get it eventually.”

“With you as a teacher, I’m sure I will.”

“Aw, you’re sweet.”

He hands me my dinner and dishes up his own. Thor watches in confusion when I move to the living room instead of sitting at the kitchen table. I gesture for him to follow me and he does so with some reluctance..

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Look, I’ve been proper as long as I can manage it,” I plop down on the couch and pull my legs up onto the cushions as I pat the space beside me. “But right now, I just want to eat dinner on the couch.”

The cushions dip as Thor takes his seat and I tip to the side and fall against him. He looks concerned until I laugh and right myself enough that I can sit up, but my arm is still pressed against his. I jokingly jab his side with my elbow and he laughs. We eat in silence, occasionally having to fend off Daisy when she comes begging and Charles when he tries to stick his little paws in our pasta.

Daisy eventually manages to distract Charles long enough that he decides playing with her is better than getting marinara sauce on his paws. I sigh in relief and lean heavily against Thor and he hums softly.

"How is your training going?" he asks.

I shrug. "It's alright. Way more exhausting than my day job, but I think we're starting to see some improvement?"

“I had a feeling you’d be a quick study.”

“Really?”

He shrugs. “You’re a very determined person. It doesn’t surprise me that you’d apply that determination to everything that you take on.”

"O-oh," I say dumbly.

"What is it?"

"I guess I just didn't expect you to make that kind of assessment."

"I may not be able to cook, but I'm not stupid, (Y/N)," he jokes.

"No, I know you're not. I just mean that I sometimes forget that you pay attention to me. Being known like that is… it's nice." I look up at him and smile. "It's really nice."

"I want to know everything about you, eventually," he says softly. "If you'll allow it."

“Of course. But only if you’ll allow the same.”

The corner of his mouth ticked up into a small smile. “I’d warn you against it, but I know you’re well aware of how much there is to know.”

I nod. “Yeah, I know. But, like you said, I’m a very determined person.”

He laughs. “Yes, I know you are.”

I smile at him and wipe a bit of marinara sauce from the corner of my mouth with my thumb.

We finish dinner and do the dishes. Thor tries to start a water fight and I grab his wrists and he allows me to hold his hands to his chest.

“You’re cute, but I’m not gonna do this with you tonight.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Perhaps a different night?”

I shake my head, unable to stop myself from smiling. “More like never. Maybe we go to the beach next week or something. Make a day of it.”

“(Y/N), are you asking me on a date?”

“I’m asking you to go to the beach with me,” I poke his chest. “Anything that happens after that is unplanned and spontaneous.”

“Spontaneity isn’t really your thing.”

“It is sometimes.” I place the bowls into the dishwasher. “Infrequently, but sometimes.”

“Alright,” he says softly. “We’ll go to the beach.”

I smiled up at him. "Cool."

We finish with the dishes and round up Charles and Daisy to cuddle while we read on the couch. Daisy has a hard time staying put and Thor moves to the floor where she flops down in his lap. I lay on the couch and Charles curls up on my stomach. I doze off with my book on my chest and Thor gently shakes me awake.

We say goodnight and I kiss his cheek before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. I turn back to look at him and find him sitting on the couch with pink cheeks and a lopsided smile, gently touching his cheek. I smile and my heart flutters at the sight. I duck into the bathroom before he can catch me staring.

"I am not sure you’re ready for the magic it will take to find Loki."

"I mean, it's gonna have to be a sheer force of will type of magic, right? Based on what I know about my magic, spells aren't really my thing. Maybe I can work up to finding him by finding little things first."

"That could work… though I wish there were an easier way to focus your power. Compacting magic and forcing it to do what you want can be very dangerous."

"Then I'll practice outside."

“You’re not going to let go of this, are you?”

“I told you yesterday that this was non-negotiable. We’re finding him and that’s that.”

Heimdall sighs audibly and I know that I’ve won. “Fine. You will not tell Thor about this until we have his location.”

“Obviously not. I don’t want to get his hopes up.”

I head downstairs and Thor pokes his head into the kitchen when I reach for the door.

“Where are you off to?” he asks.

“Working on bigger magic today. I can’t really use spells so I kind of have to force the magic to do what I want which is,” I mime an explosion. “Explosive.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, don’t really want to blow up the house.”

He laughs. “Alright, let me know if you need any help.” He grins and adds, “Or a test subject.”

I shake my head. “I would never use you for that. You’re too pretty.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He hesitates before heading back to the living room. “I’d still trust you to, if you needed me, though.”

I smile. “I gotta go. I’ll let you know how it goes after.”

“Yesterday definitely didn’t go as planned,” I mumble.

“That is not your fault,” Heimdall says. “From what I could tell, his location kept changing. There was no way that either of us could keep up with him at the rate he was moving.”

“How can he be moving that fast?” I shake my head. “It makes no sense.”

“I’m puzzled as well.”

“Well, he’d have to be moving through space, right? If he were anywhere on Earth, he’d at least be easier to pinpoint. More like a Pachinko machine than Pinball.”

“I’ll assume what you just said to be gibberish and move forward,” he mumbles. “But yes, he would have to be moving through space as opposed to being stuck on a stationary planet.”

“All of you are experiencing memory issues, correct?”

“To the best of my knowledge, yes.”

“Alright, what if you’re the one who sent Thor away?”

“There’s a possibility that I did.”

“Is there any way to mess up that kind of magic?”

“Only if the subject of the spell was knocked off course.”

“What if you tried to send Loki away and he was knocked off course?” I begin pacing, biting at my thumb. “There has to be something pretty powerful to mess with the memories of literal gods. Maybe Thor was subject one and got away clean, but Loki was subject two? Maybe whatever attacked you went after Loki before you could do anything, and he was already sent away, but knocked off course.”

“If that’s the case, then finding Loki is a matter of waiting.”

I groan. “That sounds awful. Is there no way to pull him closer?”

“Unless you’d like to completely destroy yourself, I would advise against it.”

“Ah, well… I guess I can wait a little while.” I paused mid-step. “Is there any way to more accurately pinpoint where he is?”

“It may be possible to determine his general position.”

“Then we’ll have to work on that, if there’s nothing else that we can do.”

“It would be prudent to practice on other spells while you are looking for Loki. I’m sure that this runs deeper than poor memories and displaced godlings. You may be getting yourself into something that you’re not ready for.”

“Fine. I’ll train and look for Loki during breaks. Does that sound good to you?”

“It sounds… acceptable.”

"Great, where do we start today?"

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” Thor asks.

I nod. “I’ll be fine. I just need to sleep off this magic hangover.”

“I’m worried that you’re pushing yourself too hard, (Y/N),” he admits. “There’s no reason to kill yourself over magic.”

“I’m not going to, I promise.” I take his hand and smile up at him. “It’s like exercise. I have to build up my stamina and I’ll eventually get stronger, and I’ll be able to cast better and longer than I was before.”

“I don’t know…”

“What can I do to ease your mind?”

He holds our clasped hands to his chest. “Take a day off. You finished with your last project for the week two days ago. Just… take some time for yourself and rest.” He reaches out and cups the side of my face with his massive hand when I frown. “In the time that I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you this run down, (Y/N). I just want you to take care of yourself.”

I nod. “Alright.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Will I have to wrap you in a blanket and make sure you stay in one place?”

I roll my eyes. “You won’t. I’ll take the day off.”

“Thank you.” He gently kisses the top of my head. “Do you want clam chowder for dinner?”

I try not to laugh. “Why clam chowder?”

He shrugs. “I saw a couple of cans in the pantry and it looks good.”

I laugh and pull him towards the kitchen. ”Okay, we’ll have clam chowder for dinner, but we’ll do it with a twist.”

“Oh?”

“In my family, we add bacon, heavy cream, and fancy white cheddar cheese to our clam chowder,” I explain. “Makes the flavor a little more rich. I like to add a little Tabasco on top of all that, but that’s just a personal preference.”

“Wow.”

“Mhm, it takes a little extra time to prep, but it’s worth it.”

“Then I’ll help.”

“Hmm?”

“You say it takes extra time. If we work together, then it won’t take as long.”

I press my lips together to keep from laughing. I don’t have the heart to tell him it’ll take just as long to make dinner, even with two people in the kitchen, so I don’t say anything.

We cook dinner and Thor enjoys it just as much as he hoped he would.

“You’re supposed to be taking the day off.”

“I know, I’m not doing anything.”

“Where are you off to, then?”

“We need groceries. You looked like you were really deep in your book, so I figured I’d go by myself.”

He perks up slightly. “I can go with, if you’d like.”

“No, it’s alright. You stay here with the beasts and your book. I won’t be gone all that long anyway.”

He sighs and agrees to let me go and settles on the floor just as Daisy trots into the living room. She flops down on his lap as I’m grabbing my purse and keys. She stretches as far as she can and licks Thor’s mouth and I laugh as he splutters and wipes away her slimy, doggy saliva.

“Are you sure that it’s wise to leave him on his own?”

“He’s a grown man, Heimdall, he can take care of himself and a dog for half an hour,” I mutter.

Thor looks up, silent question on his face, and I wave him off as I close the door behind me. The drive to the grocery store is uneventful and I’m able to get in and out of the store with relative ease. I just barely manage to escape having to talk to Sheriff Green as I’m climbing back into my car.

“I’ve been trying to find Loki,” I admit.

“I’m not surprised. You don’t seem the type to do what others tell you.”

“Look, I tried to take the day off, but there’s only so much TV I can watch and so many hobbies I can fiddle with before I get excruciatingly bored. I’m a fan of doing things that yield some kind of result.”

“So you decided on magic that will drain your energy unlike anything naturally found on your planet.”

“Thor doesn’t need to know.”

“I won’t tell him if you won’t.”

“Much appreciated.”

We lapse into silence, but Heimdall is just as eager to find Loki as I am.

“So, you said you were looking. Did you have any success?”

“I don’t know for sure, but it feels like he’s getting closer. Like he’s closing in on Earth.”

“I see.”

“More Pachinko than pinball, finally.”

“You still have yet to explain what you mean by that.”

“Okay, so with Pachinko you launch a ball into the board and hope it falls in the hole that you want, whereas, in Pinball, you want to keep the ball in the air as long as you can.”

“And the hole you want, in this instance, is Earth.”

“Exactly. If not Earth, then at least our solar system.”

“I see.”

“You should, you’re the one who’s supposed to see everything,” I joke. Heimdall says nothing and I shake my head. “You have no sense of humor.”

“It wasn’t funny.”

“Thor would’ve laughed.”

“Thor is in love with you, he would laugh at any joke you tell.”

“He’d laugh because I’m hilarious, not because he’s in love with me,” I retort. “And he is not in love with me!”

“You say that, but you’re half in love with him yourself. You are hardly in any position to argue about love.”

“I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell me how I feel. You don’t know how I feel.”

“I see all, (Y/N). Remember?”

“Yeah, not as cool when you’re peeking into someone’s emotions.” I park the car in the carport, but don’t immediately get out. “But, as I was saying, I’ve been looking for Loki. I think he’s getting close to the solar system. I don’t know how close he is to Earth, but I plan on keeping an eye on the situation.”

“I see. I’ll do what I can to find his specific location.”

“Alright.” I grab up the groceries and reach for the door handle, but pause. “No telling Thor.”

“You seem to forget that I couldn’t, even if I tried.”

“Just making sure.”

I walk into the house and find Thor spread out on the floor with Daisy hugged up against his chest. The two of them are snoring softly and I laugh quietly and shake my head. I don’t wake them, and instead decide to get started on dinner on my own. The smell of cooking ham eventually rouses Thor and he wanders into the kitchen and wraps his arms around my middle. He kisses my temple and tucks his chin against my neck as he asks what I’m making.

“Breakfast sandwiches,” I answer. “Quick and easy and way healthier than McDonald’s.”

He hums softly and I pat his cheek before turning my attention back to dinner.

We curl up on the couch and watch a couple of episodes of a forging show. Heimdall’s accusations from earlier ring in my ears and I can’t help thinking of how I feel about Thor. I refuse to put too much thought into it, though, and settle against Thor’s chest.

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Part 7

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stilydinski · 5 years

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It’s not always Forever

pairing: cursed flowerboy!jimin x persephone (goddess)

genre: angst

word count: 1.2k

description: your best friend tells you the tragic love story of persephone, the goddess of spring, and jimin park, a human

➼ based off of this drawing by @panbitchx

It was already late into the evening when you were still sitting in your local libary looking through book after book for your presentation next week. Because you were going through greek mythology in history, your teacher assigned all of you a greek god or goddess to present in class. You ended up with Persephone, known as the Goddess of Spring and the Queen of the Underworld.

You thought the topic was actually very interesting which is why you put a lot of effort into your research. Deep sunken into it you did not even notice the sun going down and people leaving the library. At this point you were probably the only person left in the building, excluding the librarian who thankfully had work herself, so you had enough time for your project. However it was already past 6 pm and dark outside considering it was fall now. Still, you wanted to finish your last paragraph for your presentation.

As you were describing how Persephone fell in love with Hades after she was forced to stay in the underworld, someone suddenly sat down in front of you. You shot up, startled, and looked at who could possibly be going to the library at this time, except for yourself that is. You relaxed when you saw it was your best friend Sana.

"How are you still here and working?" she asked, "it's late, let's go."

"Just give me five minutes I really want to finish this presentation," you told her already typing again on the laptop in front of you.

"Since when are you this dedicated to your school work, why not continue tomorrow? It's literally Friday, most people use that evening to relax, like us remember, we had plans?" she tried to remind you of the movie you wanted to watch at the cinema together later this night.

"I know, I didn't forget. This might sound odd but my presentation topic for history is actually really interesting. It's about Persephone, you know her?"

Sana looked at you with disbelief which you returned with confusion. "How long have we known each other?" Before you got to answer she continued, "Years. You literally know about the obsession I've had with greek mythology ever since I read Percy Jackson in elementary school. The fact that you even ask if I know Persephone hurts me. Now let me see that presentation."

You laughed at your friend's dramatic rant and turned your laptop to her. You watched as she read over your material.

"Gosh, I love her story so much, you don't even know. Even though it's pretty tragic. And I don't mean the fact that she was forced to stay in the underworld just because she ate those pomegranates. I'm not even surprised that you missed this part since most people believe it's just a legend that didn't actually happen. Have you ever heard anything about the story of Persephone and her human lover Jimin?" Sana looked at you with a questioning look however you could see the sparkles of excitement in her eyes.

You shook your head, "I haven't but maybe I could add it into my presentation, tell me." You gave Sana her cue to start.

"Before Persephone got involved with the underworld and fell in love with Hades, she had actually already given her heart to someone else. Jimin Park, a human she met randomly one day while wandering around on earth. His charisma enchanted her completely, as did hers with him. The two fell in love fastly and their love was strong. However she was scared to tell anyone about Jimin, afraid of what they could do to him since he was merely a human. So she kept it a secret and disappeared mysteriously all the time to be with him.

Jimin, always described as a breathtakingly handsome young man, wished she could be with him forever and stay on earth but they both knew that this was probably never going to be possible.

It's quite tragic don't you think? Being in love with someone who you know you won't be able to be with forever. Anyways, this was not even the tragic part yet.

Persephone knew that as a human Jimin would eventually age and she would lose him. They were both aware that at some point they would have to part ways. That was when she made a selfish decision out of love. She wanted to be able to be with Jimin forever, so she cursed him. The curse would reassure that he was immortal because being with him is all the Goddess could wish for. Blind with love, the man did not get mad when she told him what she did. Drunken in love they were hoping this would be their forever.

But then Persephone went to the underworld, she was thinking it would only be a temporary visit. However when her own father, Zeus, told her she had to stay there for six months every year since she ate six of the pomegranate seeds that grew there, she was heartbroken. She realized that this would mean she would not get to see Jimin for half a year without even having the chance to explain herself.

Her first six months in the underworld felt like forever. However with each day passing Hades clouded her mind further and further. Spending this long time together with him changed her. She grew accustomed to her new surroundings and company. She got closer to Hades who made her feel loved again. Persephone started to fall for him and with every step she took towards Hades she took one away from Jimin.

The now immortal human was said to have waited for her all this time at their usual spot on earth but even after Persephone got to spend the other half of the year on earth, she never returned to Jimin. Hades did everything he could to keep the goddess from thinking about anyone else except for him. The more the goddess fell in love with Hades, the weaker Jimin got since his curse was based on Persephone's love for him. She however started to forget about him and their time on earth because of Hades. Her curse started to backfire for Jimin, being immortal did no longer seem like a blessing to him since it would mean he would spend forever alone, wondering what happened to the love of his life.

Jimin, after all these years still waiting at their spot, became weaker and weaker, only the shell of the man he used to be. It seemed as if his broken heart released the energy of the curse the Goddess of spring had brought upon him. Slowly beautiful spring flowers started to grow from his heart. The love of the two was broken. For days and weeks it seemed as if Jimin was finally becoming one with nature, one with spring, his true love. The flowers growing from his heart took over his body and grew out of him. In the end the man was reunited with the woman he loved, as a part of spring."

After Sana finished telling the story of Jimin and Persephone you two sat in silence for a moment.

"This might be the saddest story I have ever heard. I don't care if it's just a legend or not, I'll use it for my presentation. Thank you," you spoke up. Both of you finally got up and left the library, however not without you stopping in thought in front of the flower shop on the other side of the road.

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my-rae · 5 years

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303 |Lee Byounggon|

When Byounggon has a crush on his next-door neighbor and friend but doesn’t even know their name.

Words: 2.8K

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): an awkward neighbor! Au + mentions of alcohol + idk I just hope you like this kdjsk + stream movie star peeps!!

This is a part of a silver boys series I’m currently writing. Find the masterlist here!

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“Pleeease.”

"No.”

“No.”

“Gonie, please.”

“Those puppy eyes don’t work with me, Seunghun.”

Seunghun rolled his eyes and pouted as he talked to his best friend.

“I can’t see why you don’t want to do it, there are only advantages! Look: we get some credits for our grade, we make friends, we-“

“We get less time to study, we look ridiculous since nobody would join and people from other clubs will make fun of us... Do I continue?”

That time, Seunghun frowned and gave his best friend a friendly punch on the shoulder. It had always been like that: Seunghun, the main dreamer; Byounggon, the realistic dreamer. It was obvious that Seunghun was going to be benefited by that stupid theatre club he wanted to create, after all, he majored in acting and he was basically raised inside a theatre. But for him? He’s majored in music, production of music to be accurate, how’s that going to help him apart from the credits?

“I’m not helping you this time, I’m sorry.”

That was a few months ago. Now, he finds himself with a notebook and list of the ones that are already inside the club.

“Bang Yedam and Kim Doyoung.” He reads out loud. “Why are some high schoolers joining the club? Isn’t it for college students only?”

“Haven’t you realized that the dance club began being only for students but some people of all ages ended up joining? It doesn’t really matter who joins, college students are the only ones getting some benefit though.” Seunghun explains and Byounggon nods, he is surprised at how his friend seems to be taking it seriously.

“Lee Midam.” He continues reading. “Noa Kazama, Kim Junkyu.”

“Our first member and dearest friend Jeon Woong.” Seunghun smiles fondly when he reads Woongs's name. He was the first person that joined and Seunghun will always be thankful to him. “And these two girls... Oh, let’s stop reading here.”

“Aren’t you like half dating one of them?”

“Shut up. She dropped, there’s only her friend in the club, I forgot to remove her name.” Byounggon decided not to comment anything else. After all, he seemed a bit down when talking about his girlfriend’s relationship with her friend. Byounggon didn’t know what happened, but he doesn’t know if he wants to know.

“Anyways, let’s keep this tomorrow okay? I think you have a class to plan and I have some things to do.”

“Okay friend.” Seunghun stood up from his bed, where he was sitting, and guided Byounggon to the front door to say goodbye properly, as he always did. Byounggon smiled at his friend and made his way to his apartment slowly.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s glad he has an apartment for his own. He won’t be able to become a real artist if he isn’t 100% focused on his music, and he doesn’t want to bother anyone with it, as well as he doesn’t want to be annoyed in that process. When he’s on his creative phase, he’s super energetic, but nobody is able to see it since he locks himself until he creates the song that matches his idea. After that, everything is happiness. However, when he’s going through a drought, is better not to talk to him until his mood is a bit better.

That’s probably another reason why he lives alone.

“Come on, Bx, you have this.” He tells himself. Right now he wishes he could write something, but with all the subjects to study, all the projects he has to create for class, and the fact that he is worried about Seunghun, he can’t really focus, and, as written before, he’s a bit unbearable.

He opens the door that guides to the balcony and he sits there on a chair while holding his guitar. He begins to play something, maybe that way, with the cold air of winter caressing him and with nobody to listen to him at sight, he can focus better. He tries, again, and again, and again, but fails to find something to inspire him to create a good track for his teacher. He begins to create a melody he likes but stops suddenly when something doesn’t match.

“Why did you stop?” He turns around to the sound of a very well known voice for him. He finds you sitting on a chair while having a cup of hot chocolate and your laptop in front of you. “I liked it.”

“I didn’t, that’s the problem.” He answers you.

Being honest, in spite of becoming unbearable when he has no inspiration, he wouldn’t talk to their neighbors like that, but he knows you well enough to talk to you openly.

“Are you going through another crisis, 301?” You ask the tall boy. He rolls his eyes, but when they meet yours, he knows he can’t lie to you.

“I am, I can’t really focus on my school projects because I have no inspiration and then I don’t know how to help my friend with the club I told you the other day.”

You listen to him carefully, as you use to. This is how your dynamic works: you could be freezing out there in the balcony, or melting under the hot summer sun, but you have created a bait to talk about your life and give each other a piece of advice when needed.

Funny when you don’t even know each other’s names, you just name each other after the apartment you live in.

“What’s wrong with the club? It isn’t working?”

“It’s going better than expected, Seunghun is happy already, but I know he wants more, and I want to help.”

“301, I’m going to give you my honest opinion, as I have always done.” You say. Byounggon begins to draw simple figures on a piece of paper to avoid looking into your eyes. “I think that you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Focus on what’s important now, because I see you’re already pretty overwhelmed with all the assignments you have to do. Talk to your friend and try to find a way to promote the club! As a marketing student, I can give you an example of flyers to hang around or to spread but just do me a favor and don’t try to carry all the weight of the situation, okay?”

He thanks God he’s looking down because he can feel his cheeks burning up. That’s your effect, he always thinks his heart is about to explode every time he talks to you as you’re always making sure he’s fine and giving him the best pieces of advice ever. He does the same to you, yes, that’s what friends are about, but he doesn’t think about you as just friends.

“Once again you’re right, 303, I’ll try to listen to you, thank you.” You smile and look at the time.

“No problem 301, I’ll bring them tomorrow if you want to.” You focus on your laptop again and sigh, that’s when he knows you’ll be complaining. “I have to finish this for tomorrow but this is so long 301. I went outside to talk to you and get some fresh air, but I’m afraid this will take longer than I expected.” You shiver when you finish and hug yourself.

“Are you cold?’“ He asks.

“A bit, but my roommate has all the blankets because I told her I didn’t want them.” You shake your head, thinking how dumb were you when you let her take all of them.

“Take my hoodie.” He suddenly says. “I’m not really cold, you can take it for tonight if you want to.” At first, you didn’t want to take the poor boy’s hoodie because he would freeze, but he is a very persistent person, so you end up wrapped around his hoodie and smelling his cologne.

You will mark this night on your calendar because you don’t know how you’ve ended up sleeping with his hoodie on.

“Seunghun I’m cold.” The brown-haired boy tells his friend when they get into the giant room where they plan everything about their club.

“Why didn’t you bring a hoodie? It's literally February, are you dumb?”

“I forgot I washed all my hoodies at the same time, and I lent 303 the only hoodie that isn’t wet.”

“You lent your crush your hoodie?”

“I did.” Seunghun smiles at how Byounggon didn’t even try to deny the fact that you’re his crush. “Oh god, Seunghun I really lent them my hoodie!”

“Congratulations on realizing mate.” He teases his friend, knowing how embarrassed he is. “You’re a step closer, now all you have to do is to ask their name!”

“I will, someday.”

Seunghun shakes his head in disapproval.

“Make up an excuse and talk to them! Don’t be a coward!”

Byounggon rolls his eyes, but he knows his friend is right.

“They said they were going to help me with the promotion of the club and was going to give me some flyers to spread and stuff.”

“They’re so nice!” Seunghun has stars in his eyes. “Haven’t they helped us already giving you some ideas?”

“They have.” You were the one who helped to design the sign and also spread it around your university too, that’s how close you are to Byounggon.

“Of only you confessed Bex, if only you confessed.” Seunghun has the theory that you like him too, but Byounggon thinks he is completely wrong. You would have thrown a sign already, right?

“Nothing will happen if I confess. We have a special neighbors relationship, I’ve been the fool that caught feelings here, they have nothing to do.” Seunghun rolls his eyes, but decides not to mention the topic again, he knows his friend doesn’t like to talk about it.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. By the way, are you coming to Chan’s party?”

“I haven’t been told about any party.”

“Yes, it’s in two days, Friday night, Woong said it last night on our group chat.” Byounggon curses at himself for being so distracted, he should talk more on their group chat.

“I’m not sure, I'll tell you later."

He saw it clear Thursday night when he got home. He began working on songs and lyrics that didn’t satisfy them as much as he would like to. Besides, you said you were going to show up, but you didn’t appear that night.

“What a shame.” He thought to himself. “I really wanted to talk to them today.” It’s the main disadvantage of not being completely close.

To: Pompompurin

So, party tonigh?

He sent the message to his friend before going to the university and his answer didn’t take long to come.

Pompompurin(4)

I can’t believe we’re going to a party.

FinaLLY.

I was feeling bored already.

Hyunsuk will be there too!

He sighs, Hyunsuk is also one of his best friends, but he’s not the right person to party with right now, he knows it the moment his friend offers him a cup with more alcohol than soda to equilibrate it.

“What are you drinking, Hyunsuk?” He asks his friend right when he comes into the party as he takes the cup from him so that he doesn’t drink much more. He has heard from Seunghun that he’s having some difficulties in his relationship and apparently the only thing he does now is going to parties.

“S fine friend.” Hyunsuk answers as he slur words.

He ends up drinking two more cups to prevent his friend from drinking that much, but he forgets that his tolerance to alcohol isn’t as good as Seunghun’s or Woong’s, so we can say he’s not drunk, but maybe a bit tipsy.

“I’m bored.” He tells Seunghun. “I don’t want to drink more from Hyunsuk’s cups, he’ll end up making a cocktail out of the water inside the vases.”

Seunghun laughs.

“Wait here, I’ll go pick up my coat and we’ll leave in a few minutes, okay?” But Seunghun shouldn’t have trusted a tipsy, bored Byounggon. He’s never an irresponsible person, but he becomes one when he’s in that state.

Byounggon ignores Seunghun’s calls, who thought he was still inside the party and was looking for him like crazy. On his way home, he thought of something he could do now that he could blame it on the alcohol, so instead of opening his door to come into his lonely apartment, he knocked at your door.

“301? What are you doing here?” You ask sleepily.

“Hi 303, I thought I’ll see you yesterday.” He says casually.

“Are you drunk?”

“Just tipsy.” You have only seen your neighbor drunk once, and the only difference was the strong scent of alcohol and that he was more flirty than usual. You know it’s bad to listen to drunk people, but when that night he opened his front door for you to come into his apartment and literally begged you to put him to sleep as he explained to you his life detail by detail, you could feel your heart warming up.

You know everything about Byounggon, but he forgot you know the following morning. You guess he thought it was his friend Seunghun and that’s why he asked no questions.

“Just tipsy? Are you sure?”

“Stop teasing mee.” He complains and laughs it off. “No, seriously, I’m perfectly fine, just more confident than usual.”

“That’s good. Do you want to come in?” You don’t know why you’ve asked him that, the boy you are absolutely crazy for? Half drunk? At your house? Without your roommate to be seen? Dangerous.

“I actually do. Someone told me they were going to show me some flyers, but didn’t appear yesterday.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I missed you. I have been so worn out, I needed your light.” You feel your heart sinking and you have to remind yourself that he’s drunk.

“Okay, let me show you the flyers.” You do what you’re the best at, running away to calm your stupid heart down. You come back with a huge variety of flyers with colors and shapes and take a seat on the couch. He decides to follow your example, but he’s closer than you expected

He looks at the flyers amazed and you begin to rant about this one and that one and their stories behind. At some point, his eyes are not on the pieces of paper anymore, and they’re completely focused on you.

“Do I have something on my face?” You ask him when you realize.

He shakes his head.

“You’re just very cute, 303.”

“Oh shut up.” You try to ignore his compliments, knowing he has a flirty personality when drunk.

“You are cute, but I’m tired of this.” Your heart stops.

“You’re drunk 301, let’s talk when you’re sober, okay?”

“I already told you, I’m not drunk, just braver than usual. That’s why I finally have the guts to say that I have like a huge crush on you.” You are completely shocked to say the least. Did you hear it right?

“Like a huge crush on me?” It is all that you can say.

“Okay, actually I really like you but it’s weird I mean, I don’t even know your name.” The fact that the Byounggon you use to know becomes a little child when he’s nervous and with alcohol in his system hits you when you realize he’s both, nervous and drunk, at this moment.

And, as you are nervous too, the only thing you can do is laugh it off.

“Don’t laugh at me!” He pouts. “I knew I shouldn’t have drunk to say this, I should have guessed that you weren't going to take me seriously.”

“You drank so you could confess?”

“At first that wasn’t my purpose but let’s say it ended up like that, yes.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“I know, I know, let’s not bring me down even more, okay?” You then realize that this is the moment, you must say what you feel now.

“Does the fact that I love you back makes you feel a bit better?” You ask the question smoothly, almost as if it wasn’t something that concerned you, but the truth is you were even more nervous than him.

Everything fades away when he smiles widely, happily. Your heart skips a beat, he’s defenitely the closest person to perfection in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’ll let you kiss me tomorrow, if you remember everything that has happened this night.”

“How can I let you know? Do you want me to kiss you right when I see you tomorrow?” The way he says it makes you blush, how can he take it like that when you still haven’t recovered?

“Please no! I’ll be so embarrassed.”

“Then what?”

“Call me by my name.”

“And what’s your name?” He asks, approaching you dangerously.

“Y/n.”

“Sounds nice.” He’s still getting closer and closer, but you don’t feel the need to move away. “You’ll always be my 303, though.”

You may or may not have finally kissed more than once that night.

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A love like silk// Han Jisung pt. 13

Bad boy!Jisung

Genre: Angst/ Fluff (a little humour as well in this part) Summary: Silk, one of the softest fabrics on the planet. It’s breathable and comfortable. Just like how he was to you. He gave you space to breath. He always made sure you were okay. Yet why, do people say he’s bad to you? He gave you a love that’s soft and tender. A love that involves soft touches, tight hugs for comfort and sweet talk, smooth like silk. Word count: 4,2K Warnings: Swearing, FLUFF

A/N: The final part of the series? Read at the bottom of the post an important message,

It was now Monday and it was time to go to school for Jisung and Y/n. Jisung stretched his body on the matrass he laid on, Y/n’s parents had put for him next to her bed on the ground. He groans softly, realising the weekend was already over and that it was time for real life again.

After the offer from Y/n’s parent’s he immediately called Chan to tell him everything, he didn’t know what Jisung was talking about, but that’s understandable if someone is yelling gibberish in your ear on the other side of the phone. Chan was blown out of his mind when he realised that his group and himself were given a chance to become professional musicians.

He told Jisung after understanding the message, which took Jisung thirty minutes to transfer, that he’d be locked up in his self-made studio, which he also called his bedroom. Jisung smiled to himself, still feeling grateful and glee when he looked up to see his girlfriend still sleeping peacefully.

He grinned to himself and stood up, to let himself fall on her bed to wake her up with hugs and kisses. She groans when the air was knocked out of her lungs and at the tickling feeling of Jisung’s lips rushing softly over her skin.

“Good morning sweet cheeks.” He muttered in between his kisses. “Get off me, you’re heavy!” Y/n groans into her pillow. “Love me back!” He whines, making her giggle. Giving in on his little tantrum and hugging him back. “We need to get ready.” “You go first then.” He tells her as he gets off her. “We have multiple bathrooms, it would safe us time. You use mine, I’ll use my parents’. They’ve gone to work already.” She informs whilst dragging her body out of her bed.

“It’s not even half past seven yet, you’re telling me they already have gone to work?” Jisung asked shocked. “They are hardworking people I guess.” She replied with a smile. “I can see who you got it from then.” Jisung smirked as she walked away, looking her up and down.

She scoffed at him and threw a stuffed animal, he had won for her, at his face. He laughed loudly as he skilfully dodged it. “What? I was talking about you being a hardworking woman. I was certainly not looking at your ass.” “Watch it or I’ll find something harder to throw at your face.” “You love me.” “You’re lucky I do, now get into the shower. We’re going to be late for school.” “Ma’am, yes ma’am!” He would joke before jumping into the shower.

“Jisung c’mon! We’re going to be late! We have fifteen minutes to get there!” Y/n yelled from down the stairs, waiting impatiently for Jisung’s slow ass to come back down. “Woman, calm down. I’m ready-“ He started, until he saw her.

Y/n looked up to him and saw something familiar. Jisung looked down at his shirt and then back to his girlfriend’s crop top. “Did we accidently match our outfits?” Jisung asked whilst laughing. “I guess so.” Y/n laughed. “It looks good on you, the crop top. I think my sweater would look even better-“ “Sungie, we’re literally wearing the same shirt and flirt at school, will you? We’re so late, I don’t want to go to detention after school.” Y/n grabbed him by the hand and dragged him along with her to school.

A couple of periods had passed and Y/n was in need of seeing Jisung. People kept questioning her about her relationship with Jisung, especially since they wore a matching or coordinated outfit, making it obvious that they were together.

Y/n made her way outside, to be scared by Jisung who was hidden behind a pillar. She screamed before slapping his arm playfully, making him groan dramatically in pain. “I only wanted to surprise you with a flower, I though you loved me!” He added, still playing the drama queen. “You’re so cheesy, but thank you.” She said as she accepted the flower from her boyfriend. “You told me to flirt at school, so I will baby.” He smirked whilst wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

People were staring at them as they were having lunch. Girls were sad and angry that Jisung was once again taken and so were the boys when it came to Y/n. The couple didn’t care and just ate their food whilst going through their English project once again, checking every detail whilst enjoying each other’s company.

Eventually they didn’t make a full song, Y/n didn’t want Jisung to feel too pressure on making one. She knew that he wanted it to be perfect and it would be too much pressure for him to perfect it. “I’ll make you a song then, if you won’t let me for school.” Jisung winked, making you scoff playfully. “Are you ready for our presentation?” She asked him, fumbling with her fingers. He placed her hands in his to calm her down. “I think we will nail this, don’t worry.” He pressed a kiss on her finger, before shooting her a wink. He kissed his cheek as a sign of gratefulness.

“Let’s do this then.”

Their project was called ‘the road that’s life’. It sounded really cheesy but their teacher seemed to be all in for it. They explained, in English of course, that they were supposed to make a song, but they had to little time.

They talked about how people grow throughout the years for the better and for the worse. They took their own personal experiences and talked about them vaguely or as if it was about another person. They took their presentation to another level by making is psychologic centred. T

he pair talked about how they would love to make music that helped others, by comforting them with a good melody or with meaningful lyrics that could speak to someone’s heart. The teacher absolutely loved their presentation and the class was shocked at how well presented it was. The teacher gave the pair 95 point out of the 100, since Jisung’s pronunciation was a little off every now and then.

The two high-fived each other in victory before returning to their seat. They were given looks by the others in the class, envious at how good Jisung’s and Y/n’s presentation was, making them seem whack.

Jisung smiled at her brightly, happy that he scored so high on a subject, especially since he couldn’t had done this without her. “I’m going to treat you after school, okay?” He whispered to her. “What?” She asked surprised, he kissed her cheek sneakily and quickly before turning his focus on the teacher who was speaking, leaving Y/n bamboozled.

Y/n and Jisung were about to go to their usual café, until she was stopped by Jiyeon that stood in front of her. Y/n sighed, letting go of Jisung’s hand and kissed his cheek after he said that he will wait for her at the gate.

“What do you want Jiyeon?” She asked, not amused by Jiyeon at all. “I just wanted to tell you that I worry for you. Jisung is-“ “My boyfriend. If you’re trying to get him back by spreading untrue shit. It won’t work Jiyeon. You’ve known it ever since I’ve walked into this town. Jisung likes me and only me. You can’t do anything about it.” Y/n snapped, not here for Jiyeon’s shit.

“I-I- He was mine first!” Jiyeon scoffed, knowing she’s losing the game. Y/n smirked to herself. Jiyeon’s minions had left her weeks ago, knowing they will keep getting into trouble if they stayed around Jiyeon, leaving her alone. Y/n pitied her, but right now she felt petty and got lost in the feeling.

“Sweet heart, he was never yours. He’s not a possession you can just claim. Besides, he loved me all those times whenever you were ‘together’. Just give up already, this is starting to look pathetic.” Y/n said, noticing that people were watching them.

“He’s no good Y/n. Trust me.” Jiyeon tried again with a scoff. “You’re telling me he’s no good, but why does it feel so good?” Y/n snapped back, a smirk appearing on her face as she felt a pair of arms around her waist. “Shall we go my love?” Jisung whispered. You nodded in reply, taking his hand and leaving Jiyeon who stood there whining like a little kid who didn’t get what she wanted.

‘Too bad for her.’ Y/n thought.

“Since when did you get so confident sweet cheeks? I still remember the day I met you where you were so flustered when I called you sweet cheeks for the first time.” Jisung smirked as they were out for something to eat. “I got like this, because I’m dating you baby.” She shot him an innocent gaze as she took another bite of her food. Jisung was taken back by her comment, letting out a weird sound as he sat back, hiding his face in his hands. Making Y/n laugh in the process.

“I’m really not that confident though. She was trying to steal my man and I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

“God, I love you.”

Y/n and Jisung sat there for a while, until Yasmin walked in with Woojin. Once again, Woojin was panting as he burst through the door a little later than Yasmin. Both Y/n and Jisung were perplexed at Yasmin’s sudden appearance, not really sure what to say but ‘hi’.

“’Hi’? That’s all you can say? What the fuck is this? I thought you were with Jaemin? You ignored me for weeks and I hear from Woojin about you and Jisung now being lovey dovey!” Yasmin exclaimed confused and angry as she confronted her friend.

Y/n sighed softly, knowing that she had to explain everything to her friend. Which she did after she requested Yasmin to sit down and listen to the whole story.

When Y/n was done, she received a slap on her arm from her friend. “You potato head! You should’ve told me! I could’ve helped you!” Yasmin cried. “I’m sorry.” “Are they back together?” Yasmin asked, making Woojin and Jisung turn their heads towards Y/n, being curious as well. “They are. Jae texted me last weekend that he had a chance to talk to her and he won her back. She forgave him and he said he promised her to be the greatest boyfriend she could ever think of.” Y/n said smiling happily.

“I’m glad, so you didn’t break my heart for nothing.” Jisung joked, making his friends’ jaws drop.

“Sungie!” Y/n whined, Jisung kissed her cheek, hugging her tight.

They were both happy that things were finally working out for the both of them.

Days went by and school was out since they all had vacation now.

Jisung spend most of his days writing lyrics and producing beats, Y/n would accompany him as he was working. Not minding that they were sitting in ‘silence’. Jisung even made raps for her, he was a sentimental rapper and Y/n loved how lyrical he was. His voice sounded amazing and she was praising him constantly, until she heard a certain song called ‘wow’ Jisung had produced with Changbin and Chan.

“EXCUSE ME NOONA DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND-“ “BABY STOP-“

Besides the song Jisung rather wants to forget, he and the others also started to perform again. Y/n’s father loved the songs they had made and they signed a deal with him. One day Jisung was crying as he performed a song, he had made for her. Everybody’s hearts were swelling as they saw the couple hugging each other at the end of the song. They all loved it.

The boys had a new image and they couldn’t be more thankful or happier.

More days went by and today was it Jisung’s mom’s birthday. Jisung felt nervous to see his parents again, especially since his mother had invited Y/n over. She didn’t know of their relationship yet, but she knew they were friends and she wanted to see her again.

“Y/n, I don’t know, we could visit another time-“ “No, we’re going baby. I already bought a gift.” Jisung pouted as he started to whine. “I can’t argue with you when you call me baby.” He whines, making her giggle. “I know my love, that’s why I did it.” Y/n stated over the phone. “Are you almost her by the way? We’re going to be late for your mother’s party.” “I am- Chan is driving as fast as he can.” “I am!” She heard him yell in the background making her laugh.

Y/n saw a car coming towards her, assuming that it was Chan and Jisung. Jisung stepped out of the car and got back in as soon as he saw her. She wore his favourite silk dress with a nice jacket. She could hear a faint scream, before Jisung got back out of the car, leaving her in a giggling fit. “Was that you?” She asked her boyfriend as they got into the back of the car together.

“N-no.” He stuttered, his eyes not leaving your body. “Excuse me, eyes up here Mr Han.” She said snapping her hand, making Chan laugh who was in the driver’s seat.

“Are you okay Sungie?” Y/n asked when Jisung hadn’t said or moved at all after ten minutes of driving.

“I-I- MY BABY LOOKS SO GOOD! WHOOH DANG!” Jisung yelled out, startling both Y/n and Chan, who burst out in laughter right after.

“We’re here.” Chan announced, making Jisung swallow loudly. Y/n took his hand and tightened her grip to assure him that it’d be fine. They thanked Chan before getting out.

Y/n was ready to walk towards the door, but Jisung had stopped her by hugging her tight. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked him once again. “Just let me hold you for a second.” Jisung whispered. You sighed in content as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend who was almost shaking.

“I just wanted to tell you before we go in, that I’m first of all terrified. I never bought a girl home to my parents’ place. And I’m so nervous, because I know you met them already, but this feels so real and I don’t know how to handle this. And secondly, I love you so much. I don’t think that if I wouldn’t have met you, I would’ve come this far. I love you so much.” He whispered as he held you tighter.

Y/n felt like crying at how sweet her boyfriend was. She kissed his forehead and told him that it would be alright. He took a deep breath before walking with his girlfriend to the door of his parents’ place.

“I thought I heard someone!” Jisung’s mom swung the door open, scaring her son and his girlfriend out of their mind.

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His mother laughed before hugging her son. After she had let go of her son she turned to Y/n who stood next to them awkwardly. “Y/n, dear! It’s so good to see you again! How have you been- wait come inside!” His mom was clearly excited to celebrate her birthday with her son, since Jisung’s older brother was overseas studying still.

They caught up for a while before Jisung’s mom was going to make dinner. “Let me help you with that.” Y/n offered. “No dear, you sit down and help. You might ruin that gorgeous dress of yours.” She says. “It’s just a dress ma’am, I can buy a new one.” Y/n laughed before she disappeared into the kitchen. “You better keep her around!” Jisung’s mother whispered to her son. “Can I help you as well mom?” “Sure! I guess all help is welcome!”

Y/n was talking to Jisung’s mom whilst kind of ignoring him as he was cutting the vegetables. Jisung was slightly pouting as he wanted his girlfriend’s attention. “Baby!” Jisung whined as she was talking to his mother. “…and we got 95 point on our English project I told you about the other day!” “How amazing! What was it about?”

“We’ll tell you at dinner, but I just have to say Jisung is amazing. He’s truly the best.” His mother smiled and looked at her son who was still pouty cutting the vegetables. She nudges Y/n who then looked at her boyfriend and chuckles. She would put down what she was doing and walk to him and hug him from behind. He sighed happily when he felt her touch and leaned back so she could burry her face in the crook of his neck.

“Finally.” He sighed, putting his stuff down as well as he enjoyed the affection. They heard his mother in the background coughing, turning their attention to her. “Why don’t you two go and sit on the couch, you’ve helped me enough. Go and relax, you have vacation!” Jisung and Y/n did as they were told and sat on the couch together. Jisung wanted to cuddle with his significant other, but she didn’t want his parents to walk in on them. “Baby we’re just cuddling-“ “Still!” She hisses. They suddenly hear the door open to reveal Jisung’s dad walking in.

The adult man looked surprise to see the two in front of him. Jisung let go of her immediately and sat up straight. The man nodded as a greeting, receiving a hi and a small bow from Y/n whilst Jisung stared awkwardly at his dad. Y/n felt the tension and when his dad was out of sight, she brought Jisung into her arms and told him that everything would be alright.

The four of them were sitting at the dinner table, the parents would be having a conversation whilst Jisung and Y/n had their own. “Jisung my dear, when are you coming home with a someone? We- well I at least, would love you to date someone like Y/n.” His mother would confess, making Y/n spit out her drink almost.

The parents gave her a confused look, whilst she was too focussed on Jisung who was trying to calm her down. After they shared a look Jisung started to speak.

“Well, mom. I am dating Y/n actually.” Jisung confessed softly. His mother exclaimed loudly in surprise, before clapping her hands in excitement.

“That’s wonderful my love! I’m so glad that you have found someone so great as her!” She chirped. “I’m glad that I’ve met your son Mrs and Mr Han. Your son is absolutely amazing. He takes good care of me and I’m very happy to call him my significant other.” Y/n confessed, making Jisung smile before kissing her cheek.

Jisung looked at his dad, who still hasn’t said anything. His mother noticed as well and poked her husband in his sides, ordering him to give the young couple something out of him. The adult man cleared his throat before speaking. “Congratulations. You’ve found a lovely lady Jisung.” He spoke softly. Y/n thanked her boyfriend’s dad for the compliment, whilst Jisung was still just staring at his own dad.

Twenty minutes later, the silence was broken by Jisung’s dad and it left everybody in shock. “So, Jisung. I heard you started music again?” Jisung looked up to his dad in surprise. His dad never showed any interest in Jisung’s life. He was often too busy with himself or his job.

“I-I did.” Jisung was able to get out of his throat. “Have you been making music again with your friends?” His mother asked as well. Now Jisung turned to his mother in surprise, the same thing applied to her. She never seemed interested in his life, so this was very unfamiliar for Jisung.

Under the table had Jisung grabbed Y/n’s hand in comfort and he felt himself calm down when her thumb caressed his hand softly. “I am. We have received a deal from Y/n’s parents who started a music project. We’ve done a couple of performances already and we’ve been doing very well.” “Y-you what?” His mother stuttered whilst she looked at Y/n.

“What do your parents do exactly?” She asked curiously. “Well, they were CEO’s of an international trading business, but my dad wanted to follow his dreams and do something with music. One day Jisung was making food for me whilst singing and my dad heard so he gave Jisung and his friends a chance. My dad saw a lot of potential and I believe so too that they can make it far in this business.” Y/n said proudly with a smile.

“That’s very impressive, have you lived overseas?” “Well yes, before I came to Korea, I lived in Singapore for three years. I’ve also lived in Europe for multiple years.” “My goodness, that’s unbelievable.” His mother seemed very impressed and happy, whilst his dad still hadn’t reacted.

Another five minutes of silence went by and his dad stared to speak up again. “Well, Jisung. I hope it works out for you and the others. You deserve it after what happened. I really hope your mother and I get to hear some of the works you produced. I also hope that you and Y/n will stay together, she’s good for you. Now, if you will excuse me.” He said before standing up and walking away, leaving everybody stunned.

Jisung suddenly remembered that Y/n had talked to his dad and he dragged her into his arms, making her squeal. “I don’t know what you’ve done, but it must be magic. You made my dad like you and say that.” Jisung whispered stunned. His mother was bamboozled as well. “She really does wonders in this household.” His mother exclaimed. “I wish I had met her earlier. We would’ve had more memories.” Jisung said with love visible in his eyes.

“I really didn’t do anything.” Y/n says shyly. “You opened his eyes dear, mine as well. If it wasn’t for you, our so might had never talked to us again.”

“Sweet cheeks, just admit it. You’re an angel.” Jisung jokes.

“Alright, different subject. Mrs Han, I bought you a small present.” Y/n said whilst getting the small box out of her purse. Jisung’s mom took it politely, before opening it to reveal a beautiful minimalistic diamond necklace. “It’s not much, but we didn’t want to arrive with bare hands.” “My dear, it’s so beautiful. Thank you two so much.” She says before standing up to give them a hug.

“JUST ADMIT THAT YOU’RE AN ANGEL ALREADY WOMAN-“

The night ended quicker than they thought and before they knew it was Jisung walking her home. He held her tightly by her waist as they stumbled down towards the sunset. “I wish that I could spend everyday with you, looking at the sunset whilst holding you in my arms. I wish I would wake up with you snuggled up to me, every day, for the rest of our lives.” Jisung whispered softly as they stared at the scenery in front of them.

She turned to him with a smile, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“I’m so fucking grateful for you. You have no clue. You made my life so much better. We might have a mess that had to be cleaned up, but we got through that. I don’t know how much I have to thank the universe for meeting you and getting to keep you in my life, to call you fucking mine. I love you so much. I hope you know that. I will make sure that you will feel loved and I promise that I remind you how much I love you, every day.” Jisung confessed as he held her hand. Y/n was tearing up by his sweet words, hugging him tight as she cried onto his shoulder.

“I love you so much. You’re the sweetest thing. I am so glad that my gut was right when everybody told me that you were bad news. I knew that there was so much more in you and I was right. You’ve helped me so much as well Sungie. I couldn’t be happier that you’re in my life. I love you so much I don’t know what I would do without you.” She admitted, making Jisung cry this time.

The two stayed like that for a while, before walking again.

Whilst Y/n’s eyes were focussed on where they were walking, was Jisung’s focused on his beautiful girlfriend who he still just couldn’t believe was his. Her face was glowing and if this wasn’t the prove that angels were real, Jisung wouldn’t know it anymore.

What he did know is that he loved her to bits.

And that he would love her for the rest of his life.

The end...?

So, this is the final part of the ‘A love like silk’ series... OR IS IT?

MWUAHAHAHA

Gif isn’t mine. Fuck he’s cute.

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Chapter 2 - The Rogue and The Bard

“Okay, so…You really go play board games with 12 year olds?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow, not believing what I was saying. “Yes. Dungeons and Dragons, it’s called.” I tried to explain to him. “And you’re…Uh…Part of their ‘Party’ ?” he continued, looking at me in disbelief. “Yes. Mike is the Paladin, Will is the Cleric, Lucas is the Ranger, Dustin is the Bard and El is the Mage.” I smiled, looking at him as he drove us to school. “And what are you, babe? The charmer of the group? The Fox?” he chuckled, looking at me. “There’s no Foxes in DnD, you, idiot.” Max grumbled from the backseat. “I’m the Rogue…A Tiefling Rogue. That’s why they called me Fox. Rogues are sneaky and sly.” I grinned at him and continued.“I think you’d make a fine Bard. You have charisma, dexterity and strength.” I try to hype him up, but he only smirked at me with a confused look. “Uhm…You can go around and smack people in the head with a lute.” I grin at him, making him slowly start smiling at how weird it sounded, then chuckled. “I’ll buy a lute just for that.” he let out an amused breath before looking back at the road. “Why did they let you in the Party and not me?” the poor redhead pouted. “Would you want me to talk to them? You see, some of them may have some…Issues, but it’s nothing personal. El, our Mage…She disappeared just a few ago and we kinda miss her. I guess they may be reluctant to have anyone else join us because they miss her.” I told her in a soft voice. “Why couldn’t they tell me that in the first place?!” she leaned frontwards, between mine and Billy’s seats, looking at me. “Well…To put it simple, Max…It’s a problem among all ages. We lack one fundamental skill that could solve more than 80% of our problems and that is, drum roll…Communication.” I say dramatically, making her giggle confused. “What do you mean by that? We all talk so much, don’t we?” she asked again, very curious. “Yes, but that’s different. When you talk, you can either hear, just like you do with any noise, or listen, which you only do when you actually use your brain. Thing is, Max…Most of us don’t know how to Communicate. Your problem with the Idiot Party could have been solved very easily if only they were up for communication, but they’re a bunch of silly nerds. Really. Many people pretend to listen, but they don’t and you realise that only when they get busted.” turning to look at her, I smile and pat her head. “I’d say don’t take it personally, they’re just boys, they’re stupid…But I can talk to them. Believe me or not, I know how to make them listen.” “Whoa, really? You can do that?” she gleamed and practically radiated joy. “That’s why they call me Fox, remember~?” I wink at her with a chuckle, before realising we’ve already arrived. “I say, the way things are, my sister’s gonna charm you before I do.” he scoffed, seeing Max skateboard to her classes. “Awww, come on, Billy, don’t be like that. She’s a real sweetheart. I like her around me, just like I like you.” I nudge him slightly, despite not even budging him. “Besides, it’s nice to finally have proper conversations, y'know?” I shrug a bit, looking away. “Say, babe, wanna see me at practice today? You can cheer for me as I beat the shit out of that Pussy Harrington.” he boasted, putting an arm around my shoulder. “I…Hope not literally, but at the game.” I chuckled nervously, looking up at him slightly. “Fine, fine, whatever you want.” Billy raised his arms in defeat in a joking manner. “Billy! That was mean!” I grinned, trying to stifle my laugh. “Now, there, toots, is where you are wrong and you don’t even believe yourself. I heard your sweet giggle.” he poked my cheek, making me blush slightly and look down. “What time?” I asked, sighing, hoping that nothing will interfere. “First class after lunch.” he flashed a charming smile my way. “I guess that can work. Sure, I’ll be there. But, uhm…Apart from the fact that you gotta score…I know literally nothing about Basketball.” I confessed awkwardly. “Well, you got the gist of it. Leave the rest to me.” he winked, putting his shades on his head. “Project, after?” “If you want to, sure!” I smiled

With that, I went on with my daily at classes, and gotta say, time flew by pretty fast, and before I knew it, lunch began and I went outside to eat, just as I always do, listening to music on my cassette iPod. An hour went by fast and I had to go see Billy’s practice match, his team against Steve’s, and for once, I was a tiiiiny bit intrigued by sports. I enter the P.E. room shyly, seeing how everyone was busy doing the warming up, and I sit on the bleachers, opening my book and reading “The Lord Of The Rings”, my absolute favourite fantasy book, before the match began.

“Hey, Black, this place is for sweating, not reading! Give that here!” a voice yelled in my ear, making me yelp, before they took the book from my hands. “Give me my book back, please!” I stand up quietly, trying not to draw attention to myself. “Why are you here? This is hardly a proper place for you.” Steve scoffed, looking at the book. “Psh, what’s this rubbish? You’re really reading this? Nerd.” he rolled his eyes, holding the book above his head, barely out of my reach. “If you want it back that badly, reach up!” he continued, laughing. “Come on, please, give it back! I didn’t come here for trouble, I just wanted to cheer for a friend!” I tried to say, trying to reach my book. “Friend? You? Of all people? Don’t be kidding.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Hey, lookie here, King Harrington! Too afraid to face me and you prefer harassing a girl? You’re such a pussy.” Billy’s voice echoed from behind Steve, as he easily got the book from his hand. “Why don’t cha come on the field and fight someone your size?” he smirked, getting in his face. “I won’t let you win, Hargrove.” Steve sneered, annoyed, before bumping his shoulder into Billy’s and going to field to his team. “So, you came to cheer on me. Guess now I can’t lose, huh?” he smirked, flexing a bit as he took off his shirt. “Be careful out there. If you flex and show off too much, you might forget you’re playing and not trying to find your next hook up.” I smirked slightly, gingerly taking my book from his hand. “Thank you. I appreciate you standing up for me…Again.” I smiled softly, rubbing his arm a bit, as a way to both say Good Luck and Thank you. “Who needs a hook up when I have to charm the pants off of ya?” he got closer to my face, in a teasing manner. “Go fuck them up…Babe.” I whisper lowly in his ear, as the smirk never left my face, and yet, I back down and looked away slightly. “Great, now I’m turned on and it’s entirely your fault.” he shook his head, biting his lip as he jogged to court, ready to start the game.

The game soon started, and while I have to admit I had no idea what was going on, I would cheer every time Billy would score. I think that’s what I’m supposed to do, right?

The whistle blew and Harrington had the ball, dribbling left and right, until Billy came in front of him, looking intimidating as ever, and they seemed to be…Talking? Do people talk during games? They would bump into each other a lot, before Billy somehow threw him to the ground and got the ball, showing off again as he marked yet another point for his team, then turning to wink my way as he saw I was clapping.

What a jerk.

The whistle blew again, one of the shirtless guys was dribbling the ball and Steve was blocking him, but, of course, since he’s the best player in our year, Billy managed to easily secure the ball and dribbled it away from Steve, but then stopped and started taunting Harrington.

“King Steve! King Steve, everyone! I like it, play it tough today.” he got closer to his face, annoying Steve. “Jesus! Do you ever stop talking?! Come on!” Steve tried to make Billy shut up, but to no avail. “What? Afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I am here? Huh?” Billy laughed as easy going as usual, then dribbled and pushed past Steve and stop ANOTHER point.

This time, instead of looking at me, he went to Steve, offered to help him get up, but told him something in a very intimidating voice and let him fall to the ground again, before coming in front of me, putting his arms on his hips, smirking cockily and panting.

“Liked the show, babe?” he asked, his chin up. “I have no idea what I watched, but hey, I think you won, right? Congrats! It looked like you did all the job, so I guess I know why the teacher likes you.” I clapped my hands in front of my chest, praising him. “Look at her being so cute. Didn’t I tell ya you were melting my heart? Come 'ere, gimme a hug!” he approached me, but I yelped, giggled a bit before stepping back. “No, no, no. Go take a shower first, then I’ll hug you, okay?” I put my hands up to signal him to stop moving, but he only chuckled. “One of these days, I won’t be the only one sweating, babe.” he teased in a low voice, making me blink and tilt my head in confusion. “I…I don’t do sports, Billy, what do you mean?” I smile at him. “You…You didn’t get that, did you?” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “Uh…No, sorry.” I grin awkwardly. “Never mind. Wait for me by the car, will ya? Unless you wanna join me in the shower.” he winked, giving me a charming look. “Okay, I’ll wait you outside. See ya!” I said cheerfully, walking to his Camaro.

However, before I reached the car, I saw Max and Lucas arguing and I ran to them, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, guys! What brings you here?” I asked, trying to calm down the waters a bit. “Lucas, here, and the rest of his stupid party, don’t understand anything! They act like they want me to be their friend, but then they treat me like garbage!” she yells at him, annoyed. “That’s not true!” Lucas tried to defend himself, but Max refuted with a simple “Yes it is!” “Is this about the AV club meetings?” I went between them, looking left and right. “Yes! They can’t stop keeping secrets from me and it’s so annoying! We’re not in 2nd grade anymore!” she shouted, very angry, making me sigh. “Okay, kids, calm down. First of all, Lucas, I really need to talk to you guys about this. Max deserves to be in the party too, okay? She’d be a great addition. Secondly…Is this about…About Will?” I ask the second question a bit quieter. “Yes, yes it is! Don’t get me wrong, I want Max in our party, but we’re 6 in our party, not only me, and I can’t decide by myself! You, me and Dustin want her, but Will is barely around anymore and Mike declines every time, because of El!” he raised his voice at me, making me smile in annoyance and sign for him to calm down. “Okay, kids, okay, I understand your problems and while I do think Max should be in our party, I think we should talk, the 6 of us…Like, have a REAL talk, because things have gone out of control these days and I wasn’t able to stay in contact with you too much because of school stuff, as you know. Now…Uhm…You should have told me Will wasn’t okay. El is not the only one like that, if you remember. I will tell Max everything that happened to us so none of you will be able to complain again.” I said sternly, looking at Lucas, who widened his eyes. “Wait, why would you do that?! We’re supposed to keep it a secret from everyone! We’re already 6 people and Will’s mum who know these things! You know how words spread! It’s a small town!” he tried to protest, worried, but I only shook my head. “I trust Max with my life and I vouch for her. She won’t spread our secrets, I’m sure of that. She just wants to be your friend, morons. Oh, Max, your brother is here. Let’s go home, shall we?” I asked her softly, leading her to the car. “Sure. Oh, and, you still stink!” she shouted past he shoulder, letting him panic there all alone. “Boys can be real jerks, huh?” I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Don’t worry, I will show you something you’ll never forget.” “Yes, please~!” she grinned up at me until we got in front of Billy, who looked pretty annoyed. “Hey, King Billy, how are you feeling after such a glorious win? I mean, I think it was glorious, considering how relaxed you were every time you showed off so shamelessly.” I teased him, motioning to Max to get in the car. “With you cheering for me oh so pretty, what was I supposed to do?” he asked, flexing a bit. “Mind if I come over? Or are your parents home? Max asked me to chat and do some girl stuff. Is that okay with you? If not, she can come over at mine?” I smiled at him sweetly. “Awe, come on, toots, stop smiling at me like that, y'know I can’t refuse you. They ain’t home yet, you can come over. But don’t think the little twerp can have you all for herself all day.” he winked in approval, which made me hug him tightly. “Thanks, Billy! You’re the best!” I say, kissing his knuckles before rushing to the passenger’s seat. “Whoa, babe, what was that? Shouldn’t I have been the one to do that?” he asked slowly as he got in his seat, looking at me a bit weirdly. “Does it matter? I think it’s sweet no matter who does it. It was my way of thanking you.” I give him a soft smile as I lean back on my seat, closing my eyes. “Hmm…Hey, toots, can ya hold somethin’ for me?” he asked as he started the car and left the parking lot. “Of course.” I replied absent-minded.

Without realising, something warm softly lifted my hand a bit, and as I opened my eyes, I see Billy’s hand pressed to mine, his fingers intertwined with mine. He wasn’t looking at me, instead, his eyes were fixed on the road, an almost invisible blush gracing his sun-kissed cheeks, making me smile at him. I was debating whether or not I should say something or not, but I settled for just squeezing his hand a bit and turning the music volume a tad higher, which made him grin.

We sang the lyrics to the songs, which made the ride home pretty fast, like usual. When we got out of the car, Max went to my side and dragged me inside, making me chuckle at her eagerness. We both sat on her bed and she looked at me with such curious eyes that she made me want to hug her constantly.

“So, uhm…This is all gonna sound very crazy. It’s gonna be SO crazy that you will think I’m lying, but honestly, out of all those idiots, I’m the person you’ll believe and I’ll show you why, at the end.” I began, smirking a bit at her reactions. “The secret the guys hide is…Like a real life DnD campaign. With the Demogorgon and all that. I know, I know, bullshit, huh? Well, I can’t show you one YET, but by the time I grind some sense into those idiots…Well, I mean, hopefully you WON’T get to see any monster, they are super scary, but like…Basically, there’s this monster that kidnapped Will and got him in other world and uh…We found his body, but this one is the real one, and uhm…Well, we managed to get rid of the monster…I and El, more like, and the way I saw Lucas today, I think something’s happened to Will. Bad enough that maybe the monster managed to find another way here.” I took a deep breath after ranting all that out, making the girl look at me like I just said the Earth was flat. “Okay, okay…So then…Let’s say I believe you. You have no reason to lie, unless you’re schizophrenic or something. First of all, who is this El? And secondly, how did you stop the monsters?” she asked skeptically, but wanting to be proven wrong. “Well…El…El is short for Eleven. She was an experiment who managed to escape and we found her.” I explained to her with a big smile. “You expect me to believe that?” her incredulous look only made me chuckle at her. “Do you know what my real name is…Well, was, actually?” my smile turned into a smirk as soon as she shook her head. “My name was Three. Do you wanna know why?” again, her vigorous nod made me continue my story, as I pulled up my Tshirt sleeve, revealing the “3” tattoo. “Because I, too, was an experiment who managed to escape…That was 5 years ago.” I explained with a chuckle, seeing her mouth agape as she gingerly touched the tattoo. “Whoaa…And what did they do to you?” she asked again, looking as she was going to jump up and down from excitement. “What they did to me…Well, a lot of things. But that’s not the right question, Max. Y'know what the right question is~?” I teased her, before continuing. “What resulted after what they did to me~!” I smirked at her. “What happened? Did you get super powers or something?!” she screamed before I shushed her. “Do you see that notebook on the desk? Well…” I chuckled lowly before I made the notebook come into my hand. “It’s not there anymore, now, is it?” I winked at her when she started cheering and jumping on me. “OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO COOL! DO THAT AGAIN! DO THAT AGAIN!!” she yelled excitedly, making me open her wardrobe’s door, before slamming it back and then opening the window, making her literally jump and clap at me. “THAT’S SO COOL!! WHO NEEDS WONDER WOMAN, WHEN WE HAVE YOU?! Imagine that! America’s Hero, Katrina Black, otherwise known as The Fox! Oh, look at her, she’s saving the day again! Whoooo!” she made a superhero pose, but I told her to stop in her tracks for a second. “I haven’t really used my powers in a very long time because…Well…It’s not really something you’d want to go out in the open with some people. But…Uhmm…Let me try to make you fly, or, uhm, well, float. Want that?” I asked shifting in a better position so I won’t screw up or anything. “You. Can. Do. That?!” she jaw-dropped, making me blush a bit. “Well…Kinda? Like…Just like how I managed to get the notebook, I can move you in the air. But it’s more difficult so it takes a bit of a strain, so if my eye or nose start to bleed, don’t worry, it’s normal, okay?” I assured her.

Taking a deep breath, I extend my arm towards her and focus, making her slowly raise into the air, moving her left and right as she giggled and pretended to be a superhero or that she was swimming. I couldn’t help but laugh with her, but I had to put her down before a headache would hit me and I could lose focus and drop her.

“Sorry I got you down, I was afraid I might drop you. I can do that again a bit later, if you want.” I cleared my throat, before ruffling her hair. “Is there anything else you want to hear? I should go to your brother and ask him if he’s up for some tutoring. I mean…I was supposed to give him a test yesterday, but I couldn’t come over yesterday, so I told him tomorrow…But I said that not realising tomorrow is Friday and he has a Basketball match, so that’s out of the question.” I scratch awkwardly at my neck. “Say…Do you like my brother? He’s more tolerable to be around since you appeared and…When you’re with us, he’s weirdly nice. Like…I would have never expected him to hold a girl’s hand like that. He’s such a man whore and he’s so violent! …But I guess I kinda get him, in a way. His dad is really…Really…A huge asshole.” she murmurs the last part before flinging herself down on her bad. “Do you…Want to talk about it?” I lean on my arm, petting her hair softly. “If you want to listen…Yeah. Maybe this way you’ll understand Billy better. Who knows, maybe you can tame him or something, I dunno.” she sighed, burying her face in her pillow. “You know…Billy has saved me from bullying twice since you came. And he’s been very sweet with me so far. I…I know he whores around a lot and he’s very violent…And gosh darn it, he flirts with me more than he breathes, I think…But I really appreciated that he didn’t beat up a guy when I asked him to. He had him by the throat, and I begged him not to punch him…And he didn’t.” I confess, putting my head on the pillow next to her. “Woaw…Sure that was my brother?” she chuckled, turning on her side. “Haha, yeah, I promise, it was him.” I grinned softly. “So…So, I don’t really know everything, okay? But…But Billy is afraid of Neil. He’s always screaming very aggressively at Billy and it can’t be a recent thing. And I think he sometimes hits him too. He can’t accept my mum as his mum, which I can understand, but he hasn’t had someone in his life who has been as nice as you are since his mother left him.” she explained, smiling sadly. “Well…To be fair, I was expecting something like that. Childhood trauma usually manifests in two ways…Either like me, or like him. But…But I think…Maybe I can somehow handle this.” I brought her into a hug, which she reciprocated. “He’s been a part of my life all this time and I don’t know him as something more than a violent guy…But can you help him? I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Don’t worry, Maxi, I will see what I can do. I’m kinda stuck with him the whole year whether I like it or not, so I won’t let him get worse than he is.” I giggled at her, but before she could say anything, the door opened, revealing Billy, his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “There’s so much love in only one room, but what 'bout lil’ ol’ me~?” he slurred in a supposedly sexy way, leaning on the door. “Billy! Remember how yesterday I was supposed to give you that test, but I couldn’t come over? Like, I said I would give it to you tomorrow, but I didn’t realise tomorrow is your match and…And like, you have to celebrate your victory, so I won’t stress you with a test, clearly. But like, you want to take it today, or do you want on Sunday?” I ranted on as I got on the edge of the bed, but before soon, he just chuckled and picked me up bridal style. “Let’s take that test. I’ve been staring at your lips all day, Kitten, and today I’m even more motivated to find out their taste.” he laughed, getting me to his room and gently pulling me on the bed. “Are you sure, Billy? There’s no rushing…I mean, you can have a few days more to revise…And this chapter is not the easiest one, so I won’t blame you.” I smiled nervously, looking away. “Nahhh, s'okay. I was prepared for the one yesterday, so bring it on.” he told me with the most confident smirk in the world, as he sit down on his desk chair. “Okay, so uhm…Yesterday I stood after class with Mrs. Green to create the test for you in a way that it would be structured the same as the final exam is, which is why I couldn’t come over. But…Here you go. You can write in your notebook and I will correct it afterwards, I have the point-grading right here. I’m asking again, Billy - Are you absolutely sure you’re up for it?” I asked him for the millionth time, putting the test in front of him. “Yes, babe, I am. I’m a man of my word. Responsibility and Respect.” he muttered, scanning the test paper. “That sounded a bit robotic…But I won’t ask you about it now. Good luck and focus. You have 2 hours from…Now.” I told him, getting on the bed and doing some improvements to the project.

Two hours passed by faster than the blink of an eye, making me get up and go to Billy, patting him on the shoulder and telling him that time was up. He looked at me since we were about the same height with him sitting down, and in his eyes I could see a certain…Restlessness. Like a fight of emotions was going on, but he didn’t know what to do. I blinked at him twice before cupping his face and frowning.

“Are you okay, sweety? You look upset. Did something happen?” I said in the most gentle voice I could managed. “It’s nothin’, babe, don’t worry for nothin’. Go check my test and tell me if I’m worthy of you or not.” he grumbled, puling away from me. “Billy…If you want, I won’t look and you can retake is on Sunday. It’s okay if you fail from time to time, it’s not the end of the world, you can always try again later.” I try to reach out to him, raking my fingers through his soft hair. “Nah, babe, failing isn’t manly, it’s for pussies. I can’t afford that.” he sneered, gripping his hands into tight fists. “That’s not true, who told you that? To fail is human and it can happen to everyone. It’s not a masculinity meter!…Billy, look at me, please…Billy. Please.” I pleaded again, putting my arms around his neck, but he only got up and went away. “That’s what he always said, okay? So what the hell else am I supposed to fucking DO?! If I don’t listen, I’m fucked! That’s how it’s ALWAYS fucking been! But you wouldn’t get it, would you?! Your parents probably bought you that house so you could stay alone and study at your leisure, their pretty little treasure, and you could fuck everyone you wanted there and nobody would say anything! Why the hell are you even here?! Huh?! It’s only 'cause of that teacher, ain’t it?! And 'cause I’ve always been the idiot to save your weak and pathetic ass! Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you DID boast that you fucked me!” he raged around the room like an angry tiger in his cage, trapped. “Wh-What do you even know about my life…?” I managed to usher softly, as tears welled up in my eyes and I backed towards to wall opposite of him. “Well, fuck, Katrina, I don’t know, it seems like after today, I know absolutely NOTHING! Care to fucking enlighten me? Care to tell me why are you the high school’s fucking whore?!” he yelled, stomping towards me, which only made me glue myself to the wall, sobbing. “I-I’m not…I’m…Not…I…I…” I choke out, but since I couldn’t say anything coherent, Billy slammed his hands on either side of my face, trapping me, screaming “WHORE” in my face, which made cower and shield my face with my arms. “Don’t hurt me! Please, please, please, don’t hurt me! I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me! I promise I’ll be good, please, don’t hurt me!” I barely managed to squeak out between my sobs, my legs shaking like mad and I could barely breathe.

My ears were ringing from the silence in the room, save for my pitiful sobs, flashbacks flooding my head so much that my throat and lungs were burning like a wild fire. After what felt like hours, he slowly guided me the bed, making me sit down, and by instinct, I let myself fall down and started unbuttoning my shirt, with trembling hands. I didn’t even dare look up to meet his face, but his hands gripped my wrists all of a sudden, which made me meekly raise my gaze a bit and see he was frowning, but somehow, confused.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a low, somehow dead-pan voice. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? Rather than doing it by force, just do it with no violence. I told you I won’t bother struggling, it’s meaningless anyways.” I whispered softly, biting my lip. “Did I say I wanted to fuck you right now?” he sat down on the bed as I cringed at his question, only shaking my head slightly. “Then why did you do this?” he asked, but since he saw I wasn’t answering, he continued. “I’m not mad, I’m not going to hurt you, ever, so just answer.” “I’m sorry I upset you…I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to.” I whispered as he lifted me into a sitting position. “You’re the only one who puts up with me, and if you got angry at me, I deserve it. I’m sorry, so please, don’t get angry at me and leave.” I continued, closing my eyes. “Kat, come here.” he patted his thighs, motioning me to sit on his lap, which I did, but I still wouldn’t look at him. “Kat, look at me.” he said softly, putting his hands on my face, as I previously did to him. “Who hurt you so much, Kat? Tell me. I’m not angry at you and I won’t leave you, either.” he uttered, trying to calm me down. “I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or said those things to you. I know they were lies, but I got frustrated. I should apologise, not you.” he confessed, making me look at him with glistening eyes, shaking my head briefly. “Kat, tell me. Please.” he whispered in my ear, making me start to cry again and throw my arms around his torso, crying in his chest, still trembling slightly. “I don’t know, Billy, I don’t know! It’s always been this way! I don’t get it, what did I do wrong? Why does everyone hate me? Do I look that weird? Is my personality that garbage? I-I don’t understand!” I began, feeling him rub soothing circles on my back. “I never had a family, Billy! I’m a runaway freak! I ran from an experimental base 5 years ago! I didn’t even have a name, I was just a number for them! And…And I ran here, and a policeman found me and put me in an orphanage under a name that I made up! Katrina Black, not Three anymore! And…And when I got with my new family, it was no difference than in the orphanage! Always the same thing! Nobody wanted me, I was just a waste of time and I did nothing good to contribute to my family!” I managed to say, clutching his shirt tightly. “Shhh, it’s okay now, Kitten, I’m here.” he whispered in my ear kissing my head. “Don’t be afraid.” “I worked a lot for 4 years, and with the policeman’s help, I managed to get my own little house and a motorbike. Not the perfect family anymore, huh?” I tried to laugh, but it came out more as a choke. “And…And…I…I just…I just wanted my Happily Ever After, Billy…I…I didn’t want to be alone anymore…They faked it…They faked everything just to fool around with me…They pretended to love and care about me…They pretended that they were good and protective boyfriends…But by the time I realised that what was happening wasn’t normal, it was too late and the damage had already been done. And I can’t erase it no matter how hard I try…” I put my hands in my hair, pulling at it in desperation. “I just want to forget all the disgusting things that happened, all the lies I heard, all those hands on my skin…I told you so many times before, no matter how much you struggle, it doesn’t do any good. Well, now you know the story behind it.” as I said that, he gently pulled away my hands and made me raise my head up again, and I could see anger and sadness in his eyes…He, too, seemed to want to cry, but tried very hard to stop it. “Tell me who did this to you and I’ll kill them. I’ll get revenge on them for you. If you couldn’t get out, neither will they.” he growled, looking me in the eyes, but I only shook my head and hugged his neck. “Don’t…Don’t go…Don’t leave…Don’t bother…What’s done is done. Yeah, of course, he only fucked me once, did other super gross things, whatever and now I’m somehow the biggest whore of the high school, whatever. Hey, really, I somehow magically fucked you in your sleep, or something, hell if I know. And if that wasn’t enough, after that first guy, two more came by. 'Know what happened?” I looked at him with a self-deprecating laugh, making him motion for me to continue talking. “The first one made me realise what happened wasn’t okay. Thing is, I told him I wasn’t interested in any fucks. What he did? The next day he started asking me about what positions I liked and stuff. And the next thing I know, he realised that I’m not a virgin, but he is, and says something along the lines of…How did he say it, now…Ah, yes. 'Why do the bad guys always get the good stuff?’. Yeah, like, thanks mate, very smart.” I rolled my eyes, every word completely dripping with sarcasm. “I kinda like it when you finally talk from your heart and you’re not scared of everything around you.” Billy said with a small smirk. “Well, then maybe you should love me by now. The third guy was very sympathetic with me and supposedly very protective of me. Turned out he was high-key flirting with my then-friend, making out/fucking her, all whilst continuing to insult me, but never letting me break up with him. He was a notorious liar. The biggest liar in the world, I kid you not.” I snorted bitterly. “Did they beat you?” he asked in a very low voice. “No…But…They would get overly possessive and jealous and would argue with me big time. It’s not like I have many friends, y'know? Just the kids. And Jonathan Byers, kinda. They would yell at me a lot and get super moody and mean. Hell, even on my birthday. Really…Fuck off.” I scoffed slightly, pouting as I leaned back a bit. “Did you calm down, Kitten? Feeling any better after letting your feelings out?” he caressed my cheek softly, which made me look down and snort a bit, trying to stifle my giggle. “What’s goin’ on, Kitten? Why you laughing?” he asked with a soft smile. “I…Well…It might sound super weird, okay, but…But I can’t stop laughing thinking about it. Just…He…He always boasts around how much of a mess I was because of him, but, like…I literally didn’t even realise when he got inside me and when he finished, like, what the hell!” I started laughing loudly, wiping my tears with my wrists, which made Billy start laughing as well, not having expected me to say something like that. “So my little Kitten can have a sense of humour when she wants to, huh? I never expected you to say any of the words you said the whole day, I swear, you’re surprising me with each day.” he put his arms around me, hugging me tight as I put my arms around his neck and calmed down. “I know I’m a mess, and as I said a million times, I’m sorry that you have to put up with me. But, Billy, if it were after me, I’d have already given you a chance by now, but really, I’m just scared that the whole chaos is going to happen again. And I’m just so tired of everything that I don’t think I could handle another betrayal.” I confessed softly, putting my forehead to his. “I said I was gonna prove you that you’re not wasting your time, and I’m not backing up from that promise. If it’s time you need, we have all the time in the world. I won’t be a shithead again like today. I lost control and it was my fault, I’m sorry.” he promised, looking me in the eyes as he put a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s okay, Billy. I know you have it rough too. I don’t know the details, but I can sense what’s going on. You don’t have to tell me, but I know your father is a…A douchebag. I’m sorry for using that word. But, really, it’s one more year and you’ll be free of him! You’ll have a scholarship and you’ll be studying at a cool University whatever you wish to study and…And…I…Well…Maybe…Maybe we can…Y'know…We may be able to study in a place close to each other. Maybe even the same city. Hawkins Scholarships are usually more or less addressed to certain Unis in certain states.” I said with a shy smile, which in return, made his features soften up like never before. “Sounds good to me, babe.” he said, before burying his face in my neck, holding me tight as I played with his hair, calming him. “Billy.” I called out after a few minutes, when I felt his heartbeat calm down a bit. “Would it be okay with you if I corrected your test now? Don’t worry about the result, it just means that I will have to explain some stuff better, so it’s no problem. It’s as you said, we have enough time for everything. I don’t want to hold you off for too long since tomorrow’s your match and you should sleep well.” I say gently, making him sigh and nod.

I told him to stay in bed and lean on the bed post before I got up, took the test and a red pen from my bag before hopping next to him, cuddling to his side. We corrected the test together, explaining to him each mistake he made and why it was wrong, how to address the question tasked and so on, and it seemed like he understood and he was aware of his mistakes and how to solve them. It’s true, he didn’t make it to 75%, but it wasn’t too far away from that mark. He was frustrated, but I managed to calm him down and tell him that he will definitely do better next time and that first tests are always so bad. By the time we were done, outside was pitch black and we realised it was already past 10pm, which made me bite my lip.

“It’s okay, I can walk home, it’s no big deal. Just stay here and sleep well, okay?” I smiled at him reassuringly, but he only shook his head. “Just sleep over, I’ll sleep on the floor no big deal.” he proposed, shrugging, making me gasp. “Are you insane?! You, sleep on the floor? It’s YOUR house! Damn it, Billy! I should take the floor! Well…I could sleep in Max’s room, actually.” I realised, but he shook his head. “No, no, no, I’d rather sleep outside than seeing you do either of those two. I said it before, didn’t I? She won’t have you all for herself.” he said, making me chuckle. “You could just say you wanted to sleep cuddled with me, y'know? You liked that hug more than you’d admit in your life.” I teased him with a soft smirk. “Fine, babe, y'got me. So, what band do ya want?” he asked, going to his wardrobe to look for a Tshirt for me to sleep in. “Woaw, always ready to give a girl your band Tees, huh?” I chuckled, hiding my mouth slightly. “Nah, not 'a’ girl. You. Anyone touching my band tees will get burnt.” he smirked, leaning on the door. “Flattering, Billy. D'you have AC/DC?” I asked softly. “Do I breathe air?” he asked very dramatically, throwing the Tshirt at my head, making me laugh. “Thank you. I love the design…Oh, Jesus, how much cologne and cigarettes did you have while wearing this?” I laughed, hugging it too my chest. “Too much, maybe.” he shrugged. “I’ll turn around so you can change. Don’t worry, I won’t peep. Yes, you can kill me if I do.” he chuckled as he turned around, stretching a bit, giving me enough time to change and remain into his Tshirt and lady boxers only, thanking every deity existing that he was much larger than me and the Tshirt went mid-thigh. “Okay, I’m ready. Thank you…And, uhm…This is really weird and embarrassing.” I sighed as I put my clothes neatly folded on the chair. “Ah, fuck, you’re so hot, I knew it.” he smirked, raking his fingers through his hair. “Okay, fine, my turn. But I don’t mind if you watch.” he winked at me, making me hmpf a bit as I got in bed, putting the blanket over my head. “All clear, I can’t see a thing!” I chuckled, giving him a thumbs up with my arm out of the blanket, making him sigh.

It took less than two minutes for him to snatch the blanket from my head and snatch me into his arms tightly to his chest, playing with my hair loosely. I smiled softly and snuggled to his side, feeling warm and safe in his arms and I completely ignored the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Godamn it, Billy.

With a kiss on my forehead, he muttered in a low, guttural voice a simple “Good night, Princess” before closing his eyes and going to sleep. In return, I could only smile and kiss his neck, being closest to me, and wished him “Good night, Billy” before I let sleep take over my senses.

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Nathan had scrounged himself together a dinner after a day of moping about. He felt guilty for not going to school that day since he wasn’t technically sick, but Reid had seemed to think he deserved the time. Perhaps his mental health needed it, but he just didn’t feel right justifying it like that. He tried making himself busy though so for a bit, he worked on planning an activity for his class tomorrow, a little craft project he hopped they’d all enjoy. He worried though that these small tasks weren’t intellectually challenging enough for some of them, such as the Yulinians like Kidd, but he’d learned that their quiet observation of their friends was their way of enjoying the company and learning. Some kids expressed themselves more in their actions than their words, while there were even kids who you could only tell their emotions by the colour of their eyes. It was definitely a learning curve for him as a teacher but thankfully the parents mostly filled him in early on. The kids really were smart too. It didn’t take long before they were asking about his stomach, and being rather blunt about it, as kids were. He figured they’d know eventually so he told them he was having babies. Many were excited but some were confused and with that confusion came the one question he had no interest in answering: Where do babies come from? He managed to deflect the question every time, telling them their parents would know, but it took games and rewards to distracting them enough from it. Of course, they wanted to touch and feel his stomach too, which he politely declined, but sometimes he’d be surprised by the odd poke from little curious hands that he really didn’t want. Thinking about all this at least made him feel a bit better about staying home. Around 7:30pm, his phone went off and he picked it up.

“Hello?” He’d just finished eating and was googling tips on reducing stretch marks when the call came in. Caller display said ‘Dracula’. “It’s me,” Nari said. “I’m coming over.” “The doc told you, huh?” Nathan sighed. “Look, you don’t have to come… I’m fine.” “Honestly, if I could turn around now, I would, but we're already on our way. Just checking that you're home.” “We? Whose we?” Nathan asked. “See you soon,” Nari said before hanging up. Nathan groaned and went to go put on something proper. He didn’t like the idea of Nari bringing a stranger with him but company would be more interesting than watching Netflix by himself. Not fifteen minutes later, his doorbell rang. He had pulled on a big knit sweater and some jeans so he felt decent enough. Going all the way back downstairs felt like a chore but he managed and was thankful he wasn't further along yet. The bell was being rung for a second time as he finally opened the door. To his surprise, he wasn't met with Nari's face but Dax and Samara instead. “Surprise!” Dax said, holding out a ribbon wrapped box to Nathan. “Spoiler: I hope you like red velvet.” Nathan blinked and took the box from Dax. “…You bought me a cake?” “Cupcakes but yeah,” Dax said, putting his hands in his pockets. “I mean, I hope you’ll share though.” “Uh, of course…” Nathan turned around to go put the cupcakes down somewhere. “Come in. Come in.” Samara looked around as she followed Dax into the front hall. “This place is a nice size. You have a lovely home.” Nathan placed the box on the coffee table in the living room and came back. “Thanks. It was my grandmothers. Where’s Nari?” “He’s right behind us. Just getting stuff from the car,” Samara said. A moment a few more heads popped in. Pierce and Diederich brought in more gifts and Nari showed up at the door just after them. Nathan rushed over. “Please come in,” he said, acknowledging Nari’s vampire rules this time. “Thank you,” Nari said, stepping inside. He pulled out a box from his pocket and handed it to Nathan. “This is for you.” “Geez, are all these things for me?” Nathan asked, looking over at the boxes being placed beside the cupcakes on the coffee table. “What did I do for all this?” “Well, it’s a baby shower, isn’t it?” Diederich said, conjuring up a pair of onesies in both hands. “Gifts are a given. Literally.” “Baby shower?” Nathan walked over to Diederich to receive the clothing but looked back at Nari. “Did you tell everybody?” Nari rolled his eyes. “I didn’t have to. Word travels fast in the school. Did you think your students didn’t have friends and relatives at the school too?” “Also, you told me,” Pierce said raising his hand. “But I didn’t tell anyone, I swear.” Nathan looked down at himself and rubbed his stomach. “…Well, I guess there was no way I could hide it… But you didn’t have to do this for me.” Nari shrugged. “Sure, but we did.” “You’ve been away a lot recently,” Dax said. “Some of us have been worried about you and when you didn’t show up today, we figured we could help out.” “Yeah! We miss you at school a lot so we wanted to make sure you we’re doing alright,” Pierce explained. “We may have known you were pregnant, but it wasn’t until Nari told us you didn’t have a partner that we realised you were going through all this alone. So it was Nari’s idea that all of us come visit.” “It was Pierce’s idea to make it an impromptu baby shower though,” Nari said. “We would’ve been here earlier if it weren’t for having to get gifts.” Nathan looked at the group now sitting in his living room, looking at all five faces staring at him, hoping the best for him. He couldn’t help it and his jaw started trembling as a few tears fell down his cheeks. “Nathan?” Dax’s face turned to concern as he got up and placed a hand on Nathan’s back. “What’s wrong?” Nathan sniffled and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. “It’s…It’s nothing… I just… I didn’t realise I had this many friends…” He tried to shake it off. “I’m sorry I’m crying… It’s the stupid hormones…” Dax smiled and guided him down into an armchair. “It’s okay, Nathan. Of course you have friends. Listen, all of us…” He motioned around the room. “All these weirdos, we need each other. We’re all going through things and they might be different, but we can all relate. Most of us are just trying to fit in, but when we’re together, we don’t have to.” Nathan smiled and wiped his eyes again. “Thanks… Guys, this means a lot.” “So, do you know what they're gonna be?” Diederich asked. Nathan shook his head. “No, not yet. I kind of want it to be a surprise.” “Do you have names picked then?” “Uh, yeah, I think I do,” Nathan said. “If it's boys, then I like Caleb and Gabriel. If it's girls, then Eva and Grace.” “And if it's a boy and a girl?” Pierce asked. “I think... Grace and...Gabriel? I don’t know, I can't decide between Gabriel and Caleb.” “Aw, I liked Eva though...” Nari commented. “Well, Grace was my grandmother's name so I want to honour her for sure,” Nathan said. “You should go with the two Gs so they match,” Pierce pointed out. “Then they'll really be twinning.” “But then they'll have the same initials,” Nathan said. “I guess with middle names, that would change...” “If you pick Caleb then he would sound like a comic book character,” Diederich said. “Caleb Cassidy. That is if I assume they'll be getting your last name.” “Uh, yeah. I gotta... And it'd be weird with their father's... Grace Grace.” “Mm. More reason to pick Eva,” Nari said. “He wants to name his daughter after his grandmother whom he clearly loved,” Dax said. “I feel like you of all people should be able to appreciate that, Nari.” Nari frowned. “...I can, but you don't have to say it like that.” “I don't even know if there is a girl in here though,” Nathan said rubbing his side. “So, truthfully, I'll really be deciding when they’re born.” He'd noticed Samara staring a little more than the others every time he touched his abdomen. “Do you want to see it?” “Hm? Yes, if that's okay,” Samara asked. “Do you have any stretch marks?” “You have an unhealthy obsession with scars,” Dax said, side eyeing his friend. “I've told you a thousand times, every scar tells a story,” Samara said. “Each one tells of strength and battle.” Nathan lifted his shirt and pulled a bit at the side of his stomach to see the scars he'd found before. “I think I've been pretty lucky so far with stretch marks, but uh, there's like three big one's I've counted on the underside. I can't really see from here. I'd have to look in a mirror...” “May I?” Samara asked, approaching with her hand out. “Uh, sure...” Samara placed a hand on his stomach and traced a finger along the marks on his stomach. It tickled a bit and made him shiver. “These are good scars. Strong definitive ones. Worthy representations of this transition you're going through.” “Gee...” Nathan chuckled uncomfortably. “Thanks.” Samara stood back and sat down again. “Be proud of your scars. They are proof of life.” “Well, I guess I shouldn’t really worry about scarring…” Nathan said, rubbing his right shoulder. “When are you due?” Pierce asked. “Um, end of December,” Nathan answered. “So soon?” Pierce exclaimed. “It feels like just August you were smaller than my thigh.” “Well, uh, my condition makes my pregnancy progress almost twice as fast as normal,” Nathan said. “Condition?” Diederich asked. “What sort of condition does that?” “Um, well...” Nathan looked over from Dax to Nari. Dax patted his back reassuringly. Nathan took a deep breath. “Well, I have lycanthropy...” “Lycanthropy?” Samara asked. “You're a werewolf?” Diederich simplified. “Fascinating.” Nathan shrugged. “I guess, from an outsider’s perspective, sure…” Pierce was sitting there, jaw dropped. “A werewolf?! A real one? Like in the movies?” “Yeah, but like in real life,” Nathan mumbled. “Barmy,” Pierce muttered, staring at Nathan with such awe. “How does your condition lend itself to your pregnancy though?” Diederich asked. “Well, uh… It’s kind of complicated…” Nathan rubbed his thighs. “Well, first… I’m only pregnant because of the wolf… I’m a man, through and through, but when I transform, the wolf is female… And a wolf pregnancy is nearly four times faster than a human so for half of each month, my pregnancy is sped up. But I really don't want to get into the science of it right now.” “Ah, no problem,” Diederich obeyed. “I've—and I'm sure I'm not the only one here—just never seen a werewolf in the flesh before.” “Well I'm still a person,” Nathan said rubbing his stomach. “Not some kind of novelty.” “No, by all means, I have no intent to dehumanise your experience,” Diederich withdrew. “I can only imagine the pain and distress that accompanies such an ailment. At work, I would have never guessed that you were suffering like that. You work very hard.” “I mean, it's just kindergarten...” “That's nothing to turn one's nose up to,” Diederich said. “I don't think I'd have the patience for children so young.” “Any time I’ve passed your class, you've always had the children engaged in learning,” Pierce said. “Unless it was nap-time of course. Kids love you.” Nathan blushed and scratched the back of his head. “Well, I hope so... I'll have two running around here.” “Have you made up a nursery yet?” Dax asked. “I could help you.” “Thanks but it's pretty much done...” Nathan said. “When I found out they'd be here in December instead of April, I sort of went straight into nesting mode.” “Oh, can we see?” Pierce asked excitedly. “Uh, sure,” Nathan said. “It'll be upstairs...” Dax helped Nathan to his feet and the group headed upstairs and to the back where he had the nursery. He'd painted it in a light green and decorated a bit with a floral motif. There were two cribs across from each other and a change table against the wall on one side. A few boxes of diapers were stacked in a corner, but beyond that, there was hardly much more about but a couple old toys. “This is what you call nesting?” Nari asked. “You have barely the essentials.” “Well, it's not done, and I'm on a budget, so...” “I think it's gift opening time,” Pierce said. “That sounds about right,” Dax concurred. “Since we're already here, why don't we just bring them up?” “Oh, uh sure,” Nathan said. “But there isn't really anywhere to sit in here...” Samara punched Dax's arm as the visitors all headed downstairs. “I told you, we should've gotten that rocking chair.” Nathan tidied up some of the boxes while he waited for them to come back upstairs. It wasn't long before they were back with the various gift wrapped items. Samara had even brought up a chair from the dining room for Nathan to sit on. “We didn’t get a lot of time to put a lot of thought into these but I hope you like them,” Dax said handing over a gift bag. “Well none of you had to do this. The fact that you thought of me at all today is a gift enough,” Nathan said as he started taking out the tissue paper. He found a pair of plush purple bears inside, bird themed socks and two bars of soap. “Aw, they're so cute. Thanks Dax. The twins are going to love these.” “The soaps are completely natural,” Dax said. “I picked two different one’s hoping you’ll like at least on of the scents.” Nathan took a sniff of one. “Oh, coconut. I love coconut. Thanks.” “You can open mine next,” Pierce said handing over a big wrapped present. “It's mostly for you.” “Wow, it's big... I hope you didn’t spend too much money on my behalf...” Nathan said as he started unwrapping it. “Naw, it's worth it,” Pierce said. Nathan opened the box and unpacked a big U-shaped pillow. “Oh, a body pillow! That's actually pretty awesome. I'll definitely use this. Thanks.” Pierce beamed. “I’m glad you like it.” Diederich offered up another gift bag. “It’s a little heavy.” Nathan took it and weighed it. “Yeah, geez, guys. You’ve gone all out…” He took the tissue paper out and found the bag to be just stuffed with picture books. “Yes, this is so great. I wanted to get books for sure but I haven’t had a chance to get to a bookstore yet… Diederich, thank you so much.” “Don’t mention it. Books are very important,” Diederich said. “I tried to find English versions of the books I liked as a kid.” “Here.” Samara handed over a present. “I wish I had these as a kid.” “Gosh, getting me curious…” Nathan unwrapped it quickly. Inside the box was a plush soccer ball, a couple raglan style onesies, and two sets of toddler sized light up sneakers. “Oh, shit. Light up sneakers. I wish I had those too as a kid. And that’ll help me keep an eye on them once they start running off. Thanks, Samara.” “No problem, Nathan.” “I’m last, I guess,” Nari said, handing over another present. “It’s mostly just practical things. Not really sentimental.” “Well, practicality is really important too. And I’m already impressed with you guys on such a short amount of time arranging this.” Nathan unwrapped the present which was a couple storage boxes filled with items such as bottles, rattles, blankets, socks, lotion, wipes, nail clippers, and so on. Nathan took out the blankets and smiled. They were grey, red, and white striped on one side, and black polka dotted on the other. “And you said ‘not sentimental’. These blankets scream Nari.” Nari shrugged. “I didn’t really pay attention picking them, but I suppose you can remember me when you’re swaddling them.” “Oh yeah. I gotta learn that…” Nathan said. Nari patted his shoulder. “I can teach you. It’s simple.” “Okay, sure. That’d be great,” Nathan appreciated. “Thanks Nari. Thanks again all of you for these gifts. They’re really great.” “Well, that’s not all,” Pierce said. “We made a plan for you for after the twins are born. We googled useful gifts for first time parents and found this great idea. It can be very difficult to cook for yourself when you’re caring for a baby, and with two it sounds near impossible. So for the first couple weeks, we’ve made a schedule and each of us will prepare meals for you on different days so you won’t have to worry about cooking.” Nathan blinked and looked between each of them. “…Seriously? That’s… God, that sounds amazing…” Nari nodded. “As long as you agree to it of course.” “I mean, I wouldn’t say no if you’re actually willing to go that far…” Nathan said blushing. “I just… I feel like I don’t deserve that…” Dax shook his head. “You do. Trust us, it’s not that big of a deal and it’ll be good reason for us to visit you while you’re away from class.” Pierce nodded. “We’re going to miss you when you’re on leave.” Nathan smiled and chuckled a bit, tears welling up in his eyes. “Guys, you’re really so kind…” He sniffled and wiped his eyes but the tears kept coming. “Shit, I’m crying again… I just… I’ve been really scared about all this going in alone, but you guys make me feel like I’m not alone and things are actually going to be okay…” Nari gave him a hug. “It is going to be okay. We’re here for you. Never think that you’re alone.” Nathan buried his face in Nari’s shoulder. “Thank you… Thank you so much…” “Aw, hugs,” Pierce said, wrapping his arms around the two of them. Moments later they were all in a group hug, comforting Nathan. He managed to calm down and stop the tears so he broke up the hug. “Okay, okay… I’m good…” he said smiling. “…So cake time?” “Oh, it is definitely cake time,” Dax said, before they all headed back downstairs to enjoy the cake.

#lore #mpreg #Nathan #werewolf #Nari #Dax #Pierce #Samara #Diederich

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authentic-and-confused · 4 years

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Just a little TED talk

Last school year in the spring my English teacher presented our class with a challenge: Create a TED talk about something you’re passionate about. It seems easy, right? Well. For me, it wasn't. I knew immediately that I wanted to talk about the issues LGBT youth face, but I didn't know how. I’ve gotten so much hate for my orientation and identity that, even with the things I’m publically out and proud with, I live in constant fear of ridicule and hate. Let me tell you, this is no way to live. Eventually, though, I figured it out. Religion. I just knew my TED talk project had to involve religion.

At the time my mother was using religion against me in many ways and shaming me for my choices. I was facing a lot of subtle hates at school and I just knew I wasn't the only one. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that, at least with the kids my age, it was mostly because they simply didn't know! So just like that, I had my topic - my purpose. Educate the other youth of my school and motivate them to do better, and stand up against hate of all kinds.

Don't get me wrong, I was still scared out of my mind. I’d been called out in that very class a few times for my LGBT involvement, but somehow this desire, this need to make the world a better place for other LGBT youth took over, even if it was in the smallest way. The words to my script just... flowed out of me. I knew what I needed to say and how to say it. At first, I wasn't even planning on using my own experiences, but without them, the talk felt empty - like I was speaking from a detached point of view.

Soon enough, the day came to submit our talks via video, but for me that just... Didn't feel right. For some reason, I felt like my teacher needed to hear it in person. So I asked if instead, I could come present to her directly before school. She said yes, so two days later I did. I showed up to school early on the day of a funeral for the man who had appointed himself my grandpa the moment he found out the way one of my others treated me.

I literally gave my talk in funeral clothes.

by the end, my teacher was crying. The tears weren't just in her eyes the way some teachers get during certain presentations, but actually falling down her cheeks.

I hadn't realized how powerful my message could be yet, and had actually recently started to doubt it due to the reactions of a few strangers when I practiced giving it to my friends on a train. She said I should still make a video, post it to youtube or something. I considered it, really I did. but doubtful thoughts started to creep into my mind. Was it really a message people needed to hear? Was I the right one to give it?

I hit a really rough patch of my life, and I went to a really dark place. Most days I’m still there. Floating scared and lonely in the dark. I’d found out the world could be even darker than I’d ever thought possible and lost all hope of finding a light. The only reason I didn't end it all was that there were two people I knew it would crush. My best friend in the entire world who told me daily I wasn't allowed to leave them like that, and my significant other.

I have a story. I’ve considered writing about it, but it's dark and lonely. Full of pain no one ever had the courage to see. I finally came forward about it. Literally begged for help. No one who could help listened. No one listened could help.

”Where’s your proof?”

That’s the question they always ask.

That’s the question that always sends me back to the dark place.

So, I never felt the motivation to go forward with it. Get my talk out there into the world. I lost track of the light beside the glowing individual that, once in a while, was able to grab my hand and drag me to it like a horse to water. They still have to do that to be honest.

They’re there though. They haven't left. Haven't asked for proof. Took my words as enough.

They helped me find other people too, little lights in my life who I know are just as bright in the world, who I love dearly even if they don't break my darkness apart in the same way.

I don't really know why I’m going on like this. Like I said with the talk, sometimes the words just come and before I know it I’ve regurgitated pages of them. Often having to delete paragraphs and paragraphs, most of which I feel are just as important to my point. I did that here too. You probably can't tell.

Point is, yesterday I saw something that led me to a little trail of light. Gave me a little trickle of hope...

Graffiti in a bathroom stall.

It’s unclear what came first, or second or third or fourth even, but it is clear what the little conversation was. I took a picture of it, weird I know, but it really struck me. Someone at one point wrote something about “fags.” I’m not sure what, it's partially scribbled over. But around that? Several messages in different handwritings defending the LGBT community. One of them stating, “Wow, Imagine still being homophobic in 2019,” another “You lookin like a clown.” Seeing these silly words marked into the stall I nearly cried. It gave me a light to hang to, weirdly enough, even if it only lasted until I once again reached home and thus my biggest tormentor.

Then, tonight, when I was looking at pictures on my phone, looking for a light to save me from the dark place for just a small while, I saw the picture. I scrolled through youtube and saw “In a heartbeat” recommended to watch again.

I was struck once again and felt a need to get my words out there too. To let someone, anyone, know that they aren't alone.

Give someone that trickle of light.

So, without further ado... the script to my TED talk: Man, I wish homophobia was a real thing…. Like, obviously the thing the word is used to represent is there - the blatant hate and discrimination towards the LGBT community - but phobia implies a fear. For example, the fear of heights (acrophobia) the fear of spiders (arachnophobia) or the fear of snakes (ophidiophobia). Can you imagine if people went around saying things like “blackphobia” and “womanphobia” instead of racist and sexist? Absolute chaos would ensue. People would have a meltdown. This is because, in this modern-day, people know that these things aren’t fear, they are an intolerance. So, by using the word “homophobia” it gives people the ability to rationalize their hate in the name of being afraid. as religions do.

This is what we, as the up and coming generation, need to change. We can help get rid of this hate and discrimination by referring to it as such. By calling it as it is - intolerance.

One extreme example of an organization that uses fear as a guise for their discrimination is the Westboro Baptist Church. They’re so hateful they’ve become somewhat of a joke to many in the LGBT community. *miles* Their website is literally “godhatesfags.com” and when any person dares to say this may be hateful, the church replies by simply saying “Gospel preaching is not hate.” Can you see where I’m going with this?

No, not every religion is as blatantly hateful as this one, their hate is often more subtle - at least to people it’s not directed towards. Living in Utah as an out pansexual teen I’ve been on the receiving end of this hate, even from some of my closest friends. And this isn’t their fault! They’ve been raised in such a way they don’t even realize they’re doing it. Most people are blissfully unaware of the ways LGBT youth are discriminated against every single day, so let me explain.

One of my best friends, who I will keep anonymous, said one of the most hateful things I’ve ever taken to heart just this last fall. We were skipping a church class and sitting outside when we somehow stumbled onto the topic of marriage. I mentioned that it didn’t seem fair that LGBT people couldn’t get married in the temple. Her response was “Well, I think it shouldn’t be allowed. Gay people are fine, but forcing us to allow them to marry in the temple takes away our freedom of religion.”

And, I guess that’s what everyone is so afraid of. Their rights and freedoms being taken away in exchange for ours. But as a wise person once said, “More rights for me doesn’t mean less rights for you! It’s not pie!”

I ask you to think real quickly - excuse my language - how many times has someone told you to “Burn in hell” or told you that if you don’t change your ways it’s unavoidable. I’ll give you a second to count. _______________. Now, you probably only used one hand right?

I ran out of hands to count on within a week of coming out - and I only counted people, not the number of times. To this day I get told this phrase or some variation at least once a week.

Now, let me talk about school and bullying. I have a very specific story with this, but rest fully assured it’s not even close to being the only one, or the worst one. Just a couple weeks ago I was walking through the hall and got stopped by some kid I don’t even know, just so he could call me a “faggie.” I don’t know if you know the history of the word “fag,” but basically when the whole thing with witches trials was going on, people also burned LGBT people. However, they didn’t think them “worthy” to be burned on the stake, so they threw them in with the leftover broken sticks known as “fags.” So, as you can imagine, being called that is quite hurtful. I went right to one of my friends and explained what happened, and they misheard and thought I said the kid called me “fattie.” They immediately freaked and explained that I wasn’t fat, that the kid was stupid, etc. etc. When I explained that he had, in fact, insulted me for being gay and not for being fat her attitude completely changed. She basically shrugged me off and told me not to be dramatic.

That’s what everyone does, isn’t it? If it’s something we know a person shouldn’t be bullied for - like hair color, how fat or skinny they are, their acne - the bully is reprimanded. As they should be. But when a student goes to complain about bullying or exclusion over being gay or trans, adults often respond with “Well, have you tried…. Not being gay?” I was literally called an abomination in front of a teacher…. And they did nothing!

Now, if my stories alone don’t convince you that this is a real problem let me show you the facts of suicide. According to Utah Health Officials, quote “Among Utah youth aged 10-17 who died by suicide during 2011-2015 with circumstantial data...Of the 40 cases that included information on the decedent's sexual orientation, 15% were identified as sexual minorities.” Close quote. That isn’t even counting how many were closeted, or Trans. Then besides that, this research on suicide and the causes is hard to conduct, because, simply put, the dead can’t speak for themselves. “if the rate isn't zero we have work to do”

A study at the University of Georgia about a year ago showed that 70% of LGBT Mormons met the criteria for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Yeah. From a church that supposedly promotes love. “we are inflicting trauma on out queer youth by asking and requiring them to go to church”

Now, to fix this problem, nothing huge or drastic even has to happen, at least for the first few steps. And I’m definitely not saying to stop believing in your church. religion is wonderful. I'm just asking you to follow a little less blindly. Like I said, we are the up and coming generation! We have the power to change the world in the palm of our hands! We often just don’t realize it because the people in power in this world tend to take all the control they can, and we just let them! So, let’s take it back. Let’s take that power and use it. Start by simply paying attention to what you say. Don’t rationalize something hateful that you say, either out loud or in your head, by using religion as your excuse. And, if you hear someone else saying something hateful, step in. Do you know how many lives could actually be saved if all of us just made an effort to watch our words?

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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(Watson anon). Back from vacation. I have a question for you. It's okay if you don't have an answer. Got any advice for someone starting their freshman year of college? I start in a week, and I'm not the most social person. Also can't wait for your next piece. I always look forward to reading your work.

Hey hope you had a wonderful vacation. And no it’s no problem of course I’ll help you out, since you and I go back to college the same time, I literally go back next Monday. So buckle up cause I’ve got several things to share and I’m gonna break it up into a couple sections so here you are my lovely anon;

Alex’s declassified college survival guide (lol see what I did there......no? Okay I’ll shut up)

Academics:

1. First of all EVERYTHING your high school teachers have told you about college professors not understanding anything, about them not being fair about deadlines, or whatever. FORGET ABOUT IT. They’re lying. So to put a spin on Scott’s line in Endgame “So every horror story about college professors is just a bunch of bullshit?” In short terms, YES. College professors are REALLY understanding. I mean yeah some I have heard are tough when it comes to grading and all that, but not all of them.

They are ALL understanding and just want you to succeed in your college career. So if you have any questions, concerns, anything. Always be open to ask them, you can send them an email, visit their office hours/schedule a one on one meeting, or meet with them either before or after class, they will help you

2. MANAGE. YOUR. TIME: This is KEY!!! With college you definitely need to manage your time with your assignments. As an English major I can attone to this that when you need a rough draft essay of 8pgs due in a month’s time with at least 5 sources in the paper, you need to manage your time. And yeah I know all majors run differently but the work amount I’d imagine is still the same when it comes to projects, essays, homework assignments, readings, etc.

So for me what I’ve always found easy when it comes to essays is start on at least a page a day, sometimes a page and a half if you can continue writing like if you’re explaining a source. Always reach deadlines with hw assignments cause those small points with how little they are worth, will REALLY affect your final grade if you end up only doing like half of the hw. So PAY ATTENTION to deadlines, they WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE.

3. Now with college (depending on where you live here in the states or the UK or wherever in the world) Financial aid is tricky. So always keep an eye on your financial aid. I wish I could explain it better but I can’t cause there’s a whole paying process that I don’t understand plus my parents (I was fortunate as was my sister) that they dealt with our financial aid stuff and that my sister and I didn’t have to deal with it. But I can tell you is that when you apply for financial aid that is your payment for signing up for your classes. Again it’s confusing and I wish I could explain it better but maybe talk with your parents/guardian who has gone to college or is good with finances to help you or if you’re lucky you’ll be like me and not have to touch it yourself and they can just deal with it. But it’s always good to meet with an the Financial aid office in your university and ask questions to them.

Social:

Now I here what you’re saying about not being a big social person, believe me if it were up to me and I had no clubs to join, my whole college career would just be classes and school work (and it was while I was at NOVA) but I won’t get into that.

And with my university, they REALLY encouraged us to go out and be apart of a club, organization, student union, fraternity/sorority whatever. So I know you may not like this answer but try to look up any clubs that interest you. When I found out about the cosplay club I was immediately hooked because it could help me with making future cosplays and I could get advice on what type of materials to use and where to by the cheapest material or just go to Good Will and get the stuff.

Not only that but I’ve made some good friends at the club, even after they’ve graduated we still do hangouts outside the school like movies, a yearly summer camping trips (we just had our second one back in June) and all that.

Again You can do you but if I’m being honest, think of college as being here on tumblr (I’ll use my college as an example). A complete diversity of people of all heritage, race, sexuality and genders. I’ve now got a better understanding of transgenders and pansexuals because I’ve got friends in my cosplay club who are trans and classmates who identify themselves as transgenders and pansexual or asexual or whatever sexual orientation they are.

I mean class projects will force you to work together with someone but you never know, that lab partner or classmate you sit beside or the group table you find yourself sitting at twice a day for classes, will eventually become your friend throughout the semester, or for the rest of your college career. I even have a friend who I’ve had in the same class for both the fall and spring semester who dealt with social anxiety but since she knew me from our storytelling class, I helped her click with our table and we’d just talk before class or during the break when the professor would give us a break.

But again it’s your life. If it’s too much then you don’t have to be a social butterfly, but it does help when you have someone to talk to and complain about the hardship of college when they go to the same college as you lol.

Anyways that’s my survival guide. I know it’a a lot but college is a lot. But at the same time it’s no different than any other school you’ve been to. Just a lot bigger with campus size, parking and all that jazz. Hope you make good memories at your new college and good luck freshman, you’re gonna do GREAT things :)

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fandom-imagines · 5 years

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Love is Strange

Chapter Five:

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Pairing: Nathan Prescott X Reader

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The words 'Nathan Prescott has followed you.' Played on my mind for the rest of the day.

Why did he follow me? He literally told me to fuck off and is probably planning my murder right now. He doesn't follow that many people either, only people from the Vortex Club, so why me? Why did he follow me out of all people? Not Max, not Stella, not Alyssa. Me. Confusion filled my body as I continued to theorize why he would follow me. Was it because he liked that I stood up to him? No that can't be it. Why would he like that?

Thoughts and theories flying through my head, I began to make my way to my science class.

"Today, I will be putting you into partners," Miss Grant, the science teacher smiled, "You will be working together on a project for this whole semester."

I didn't have a preference of who I worked with considering I didn't know anyone personally in this class, this being my first science lesson here.

"Y/N and Warren." I heard my name being called from Miss Grant who walked past me, pointing at me and a brown-haired boy sitting to the left side of the room, seat beside him empty.

Smiling, I walked towards his desk, plopping myself in the empty seat beside him.

"Hi!" I grinned, holding my hand out for him to shake.

"Hello," He smiled back, taking my hand in his own, shaking it politely.

Our introduction was quickly cut off my Miss Grant who had finished partnering people up.

"Over this semester, you will conduct multiple experiments, complete tests and work on multiple projects with your partner. Of course, the test will be done alone but you are welcome to revise together, if possible." She explained, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Nice to meet you, Warren." I said, looking towards the equipment in front of us.

"You too, Y/N."

As Warren and I left the classroom, I spotted Nathan talking to a guy I believed to be called Hayden. Once again, I found myself curious as to what they were talking about. I assumed that it was about the upcoming Vortex Club party which I had read about earlier today. I had rarely seen the two speak in my short time at Blackwell Academy.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Nathans piercing gaze fixated on me until Warren gently shoved my shoulder, discreetly nodding towards the brown-haired man.

"Why is he looking at you?" He asked, "Did you two have a thing or something? Not that I'm judging."

Chuckling, I caught Nathans gaze, a light pink blush covering my cheeks at the thought of being watched.

"I'm not too sure why he's watching me. It's a bit creepy." I shrugged, confused.

First, he follows me and now he's watching me in the hallway?

Does he like me or something?

Of course not, Y/N. You stood up to him, it'll be hatred.

Warren and I walked down the hallway, heading towards the exit of the building. We walked in silence, the sounds of passing-by cars and birds chirping filling the comfortable silence. Ahead of us, I spotted Warrens car. It looked good for its age, being an old-fashioned car, something Max would love.

I knew that the two were friends, as well as the fact that Warren was hopelessly in love with Max, something she had mentioned multiple times without explicitly saying that he loved her. It was so obvious.

"So, I'll see you in class?" Warren asked, pulling out the keys to his car.

"Indeed, you will." I winked, smiling as I left my new friend, heading back to my dorm room.

I decided to take a nap, the early start to the day being too much for my easily exhausted body. When I was younger, I was able to stay up for days on end, but after I developed serious depression, I was tired easier – sleeping through classes, things like that.

The medication helped a bit.

I'd often suffer from nightmares, losing sleep over them until I'd collapse during the day, nobody able to wake me. They'd refer me to sleep clinics, mental health services, even sending me to hospital one time but nothing ever really helped.

A knock from my door woke me up a few hours later. Sighing to myself, I quickly ran a comb through my hair before opening the door.

"Hey, girl." Dana, a cheerleader who lived a few doors down from me, grinned.

We had seen each other a few times on mornings, talking as we waited to shower, friendly things like that.

"Hey?" I said, sounding more like a question.

"You're coming to the Vortex Club party, right?" She asked, walking towards my wardrobe, beginning to sort through my clothes.

"Uhm, no?"

"You have to come! It'll be a great experience for you."

I watched as Dana looked through my clothes, pulling out certain pieces of clothing, placing them on my bed. Eventually, she decided on a pair of shorts, a black and red plaid t-shirt and a grey vest top. I was still confused as to why she was here, she hardly knows me? Unless, someone sent her?

"Dana, not to be rude, but why are you here?" I asked, hoping it didn't come off as rude as it did in my head. I often didn't think things through before saying them, landing me in lots of trouble. It wasn't intentional, instead by my mind not seeing how rude things I said came out.

"I figured that, since it's your first party, you could use someone to choose an outfit for you to impress the Vortex Club. You probably want to join, right?" She replied, laying the clothes out, flattening them before folding them again.

It was weird, having a girl I had barely spoken to not only in my room, but going through my wardrobe? I appreciated the sentiment however, I was slightly uncomfortable; she was probably judging me right now. The thought alone made me anxious, palms sweaty.

"Thanks...?"

After Dana left, I was left alone.

Being alone was always a fear of mine yet it was also something I loved. Alone was how I felt safe, nobody to hurt me or nobody for me to hurt. Another fear of mine was hurting the people I care about most. For someone who seemed extremely confident and fearless, I had many fears. It was proof how much can be hidden behind a mask. This somehow helped me look past people masks and see their true selves; seeing the best of people was my speciality.

The thought of Nathan Prescott following me still clouded my mind, I tried to put myself into his shoes, his viewpoint but I couldn't understand why. Something I was good at was understanding people, but I just couldn't...?

"Why am I thinking of Prescott?" I groaned, swinging my head back, softly hitting the wall behind me where I had been sat for the past twenty minutes, thinking things over.

Just why was I thinking of him? It's not like I knew him well enough to even have him on my mind, negative or not. I didn't know him well enough to like him or well enough to dislike him, so just why was I thinking of him? It's not like I knew the guy.

Thought racing through my head, I decided to take a walk.

The wind whistled loudly, blowing my hair across my face, moon shining brightly in the sky, reflecting off the water in front of me as I rested on the twisted tree trunk which lay nearby. All around me were owls hooting, flying throughout the midnight sky. Across the water I spotted a familiar brown-haired boy.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I sighed quietly, looking back towards Nathan who had now noticed me.

Just my luck.

Yet again, I whacked my head against the trunk behind me, letting out another sigh.

"What are you doing here?" I heard a cocky voice sound from in front of me.

Opening my eyes, I spotted Nathan Prescott in front of me, arms crossed, lips pulled into a frown.

"Running away from my problems, got a problem with that, Prescott?"

"Yes actually, I do. This is my spot so leave."

"No."

Prescott was the reason I wasn't in the mood to deal with Prescott...?

What the fuck is wrong with me today? I never let my emotions get the better of me, so why now? It's not like I like the dick.

"I'm seriously not in the mood right now, Prescott. Please just... leave me alone." I sighed, closing my eyes again.

"Stop being such a bitch and leave."

Quickly, I stood up, seemingly startling him as he took a step back, tensing slightly.

Abuse...?

Discreetly, I shook my head in an attempt to clear my head.

It's not like I care or anything. He can deal with himself.

We remained in silence for a few moments, before he broke it with a sigh, footsteps becoming fainter as he walked back to his original spot, making me smile.

At least he listened.

A few hours passed, before I decided to head back to my dorm. Nathan had long left by now, probably leaving after around twenty minutes. I had no classes today, meaning I could rest after missing out on so much sleep in the past few days, the stress of a new school finally catching up to me. The past few days had been the most stress I had been under for a while. My parents were usually pretty good at making sure I didn't get stressed, but now I'm alone at a big, fancy academy, making enemies like I always do.

Nothing new.

My inability to make and keep friendships was something that had been looked at in the psychiatric ward. It was simply put down to my anxiety around people, coming off as rude being my coping mechanism, which was, apparently, quite common. Yet, I didn't understand the apparent inability to maintain friendships. I had been friends with two girls my whole life with barely any arguments, how is that not maintaining a friendship?

Whatever, it's over now. That was in the past.

The walk back to my dorm was surprisingly short, having been lost in my thoughts the entirety of the journey, something that I had done since an early age. Upon reaching my dorm room, something felt off. It took me a moment before realising that Victoria wasn't being loud like she usually is, despite the light in her room being on. This could be down to the fact that it was late, but that didn't usually stop her.

Why do you care, Y/N?

Groaning quietly, I gently hit my head against the wall outside of my dorm room, before deciding to go check on her.

I gently knocked on her door, hearing a soft 'come in' from inside. Opening the door, I moved as slowly as I could, already regretting my decision.

"What do you want?" She spat, eyes narrowing.

"I just wanted to see if you're okay. You're not being loud like you usually are," I said, realising what I said came off as rude, "Sorry, that came off ruder than expected."

She let out a quiet sigh, head in hands as she looked up at me.

"It's okay," She mumbled, diverting her attention back to the floor below her.

"Okay, Victoria. What's wrong?" I asked, cautiously taking a seat beside her on her immaculate bed.

"Promise you won't tell?" She asked, at which I nodded.

"Promise." I agreed.

"Well," She began, "I just feel like such a failure right now. My parents own a gallery, yet I can't even take a decent fucking photograph. Everything I take just looks bad to me and I can't stand it. I just want to be a good photographer." She groaned, hitting her head against her hands like I had done to the wall moments ago.

"Victoria, your photos are honestly great. My opinion is probably irrelevant to you, but that's what I think. I've seen your photos, everyone loves them, especially Mr Jefferson." I said, winking as I mentioned Mr Jefferson to earn a chuckle from her. "Honestly, your photos are great. Artists go through phases where they can't stand anything they've made, it's awful but it's something that happens to the best of us, you know?" I smiled sadly, gently patting her on the back.

"Thank you."

Nodding, I stood up wordlessly, heading to the door.

"Y/N," I heard my name leave Victoria's lips, causing me to turn around. "I'm glad we talked,"

"Me too," I replied, before leaving the room and heading back to my dorm for the night.

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disruptedvice · 6 years

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ABC (easy as 123)

Starmora highschool au For @ephemeralcontinuum

Summary: “I still don’t see how you two ever became a thing,” Her friend commented, referring to Gamora’s boyfriend on defense. He makes me smile, was the first thought Gamora had. “He’s quite… persistent,” is what she actually said, with a begrudging fondness.

AO3 link _________________ ABC (easy as 123) _________________

November meant soccer. It also meant that it was finally starting to get cold enough for Gamora to start wearing a jacket when she hung around after school and waited for Peter’s practice to end. It was a habit she started back when they were nothing more than friends- he was always in practice for some sport year round, depending on the season. She was never a team player, but sticking around for his practices gave her an excuse to stay after school instead of heading home. Then it became a habit. She liked the solitude too- it was centering, sitting alone on the bleachers or benches off to the side of whatever field of that particular sport season.

Gamora wasn’t alone that afternoon though. She found she didn’t mind.

Gen was the only other girl in school who had hair dyed an unnatural color- blue bangs- and with Gamora’s pink tips it was like they were destined to get along. Was there such thing as solidarity in hair color?

Even though they’d been in the same art class since the beginning of that year, they didn’t really end up talking until getting partnered up on a project recently. This was the first day she invited Gen to come with her as she started walking out to the sports field after the school bell rang. Much to her surprise, she accepted, and it was actually kinda fun just hanging out and talking on the bleachers for the past half hour.

Okay, not just kinda. It was nice, and Gamora was having fun. They both were. And Gamora was actually snorting with laughter as Gen tried to extrapolate the meaning of the horrendous pattern on the goalie’s uniform that was like a psychedelic trip mixed with a kaleidoscope that was trying way too hard to get attention.

“I still don’t see how you two ever became a thing,” Gen commented, referring to Gamora’s boyfriend on defense. Who she could hear whining from here for being whistled and shouted at for being offsides.

He makes me smile, was the first thought Gamora had.

“He’s quite… persistent,” is what she actually said, with a begrudging fondness.

Her friend raised an eyebrow. “So what? He just annoyed you into going out with him? That doesn’t explain why you two are still together.”

It was no use pretending Peter wasn’t what one would call popular. Everyone knew him, or at least knew of him. Gamora was used to it. Hell, she remembered whenever she used to be infamous on her own and labelled a loner before the gang got together. She also remembered how worried the teachers seemed to be whenever she, Rocket, Groot, Drax, and Peter really became a posse. It just seemed like a bad idea when five troublemakers became a group of friends. Though Peter was more mischief maker than troublemaker (you couldn’t say the same for the rest of them). He was the class clown who got in trouble for goofing off, but had typical well-adjusted highschool student activities too. Like sports. Participation.

And he turned out to be a good leader. There was a reason he was usually voted team captain for all the sports teams he was on (though he definitely didn’t act like it during practice). And he turned out to be a surprisingly good influence on the rest of their friends, Gamora included.

“No, he just has this way of worming his way into your heart, whether you want him to or not,” she tried to explain. “Whether or not you give him permission to make you start caring about him. But it’s… He starts caring about you first, and you just can’t help but care about him in return. Or something like that. I don’t know how it happened either. Damn him for being so cute and lovable. It’s his fault. He just worms himself into your heart, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.” Yeah, that was it, shift all the blame on Peter. It was better that anyone thinks the sentiment was his fault, instead of Gamora being Sappy. Or… ugh… romantic. He must be rubbing off on her- she swore she wasn’t this sappy before she met him. No way.

“Weren’t you worried about his, you know, reputation at first? The love ‘em and leave ‘em Peter Quill who’d never been with the same girl longer than a week, and had a new notch in his bedpost like every other night?” Gen asked, not bothering to beat around any bushes. This was something that Gamora appreciated about her personality. “You’re the last person I’d ever expect to end up with a guy like him, Gamora. Now it doesn’t seem like a big deal since you’ve been together- how long?”

“A year as of July,” Gamora supplied.

“Right. Now it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but you didn’t know that when you first started going out. Weren’t you, I dunno, worried?”

She shrugged in response. “Not especially. He pursued me for a year before we went on our first date. Not like, hounding me. I would’ve cracked his jaw open for that. It’s like I was saying about the whole genuinely caring thing he does. I always knew I was something more to him. He’s got the whole puppy dog heart on his sleeve thing, and it’s disgustingly endearing.” She paused then, to recollect particulars- besides, she had time to kill. Why not tell the whole story? A truncated version, of course.

“We almost kissed the week we met, but then I threatened him with physical violence if he ever tried to pull something like that with me. A kiss. So he didn’t. He just became my annoying best friend after that, somehow. And we just got closer and closer. All the while, Peter Quill, big man on campus, stopped hooking up at parties like he used to have a reputation for doing once we started hanging out. Started being friends.” Once they all started being friends, really. Once the group got together. Peter always said they should come up with a name, she recalled fondly. Drax thought it was a great idea (he always thinks it’s a great idea whenever Quill brings up that long argued over point). Rocket threatened to ‘quit’ if he ever even tried to give them a team name.

“He’s told me since that he already started… developing feelings for me by the end of the month we met,” she continued. “And whenever he had feelings for me, he didn’t want to be with anyone else, even superficially, at all. So no, I wasn’t worried. He was horribly honest about all of it, too. I always knew how much I meant to him.”

“How’d you guys meet anyway? You run in totally different circles.”

“Detention,” Gamora answered easily, and Gen laughed.

“Okay, now that I buy.” _________________

“There’s a reason why Drax, Rocket, Groot, and I are such good friends now. Why our group of friends even exists. It’s because of Peter.” Gamora’s learned that sharing things about yourself is a way to make friends, and to solidify a budding friendship. She’s also since learned that it’s much easier to talk about Peter than herself. And waxing poetic about your boyfriend is a way of getting personal, in a friendship building way- so it’s a work around. Gen is probably the first friend she’s made in years, outside of their little group. It’s nice. Plus, Gamora’s also proud of her boyfriend, and she secretly liked bragging on him. Not that she would ever admit that.

“Now don’t tell him I said this, because his ego doesn’t need to get any bigger, but he’s the best person I know. He has a way of changing people, for the better. I think it’s that whole genuinely caring about other people that he has a habit of. The whole reason our little ‘posse’ is friends- it’s cause Peter reached out to us first. We were all in pretty bad places when we met him. And he reached out and stuck around and made you feel important because you were important, and this utterly ridiculous goofball of sunshine actually cared about the sad sack of shit you were, and gave a crap about you, when you’re not used to mattering to people at all. It… he’s infectious.”

“You make it sound like he’s some benevolent sort of superhero.”

“No, he’s just kind with a drive to help out other people, for whatever reason. And a keen sense of someone in trouble I guess. Not like spider sense sort of trouble, but… he has a good heart. I think he sees pain in other people, and wants to help them. I won’t speak for the rest of the group, but none of us come from very good… situations. Rocket likes to joke we’re the most fucked up kids in school, so of course we all became friends. I certainly wasn’t at a good place when we met. My parents died when I was a kid, and my adoptive family after them… let’s just say they weren’t healthy. I think Peter was the first person who cared about me in years. So yes, he has a way of kicking down the door to your heart and announcing to make room cause he’s taking up permanent residence there.” _________________

“Gamora!” Peter shouted, waving his arms above his head as he jogged over to the bleachers. Like he was trying to get her attention or something. Even though he literally did this every practice. Every time he got a break, he’d run over to go bug the prettiest girl in the world (who he also happened to be dating). “My biggest fan!” He greeted with the widest smile on his face once he reached her.

“Try your only fan,” Gamora scoffed, rolling her eyes at him and their familiar banter that they always fell into so easily.

Peter gasped, his hand flying over his heart like she’d just shot him through it. “Oh, ouch!”

It only took two seconds for him to drop his mock offense though, his facade falling into his easy laughter that always made her want to laugh too. His cheeks were a bit pink from all the running and exertion, and with the happiest look on his face- Gamora just had to smile at how cute he was. She obviously wasn’t going to say so, not in front of her friend (she did have some respect for other people to not put on gag worthy sentimental displays like he was prone to), but she thought she may just have to tell him sometime later.

Speaking of friend.

Peter looked expectantly between the two girls, noticing how close they were sitting and how they were talking until just a moment ago. He raised his eyebrows, almost bouncing on his toes, and he was very clearly waiting for an introduction, but no one said anything. He didn’t seem surprised.

“So… let me guess,” he started excitedly, motioning to whoever was sitting next to his girlfriend. “This is… new friend from art class?” Peter phrased it as a question, but he was confident he nailed it.

Gamora’s friend raised her eyebrows, looking reasonably impressed.

“Gen,” Gamora corrected him.

Before he had any real time to chat, Peter was being called back over by the other guys on the team (who were shouting at him to get his butt back on the field and stop flirting, cause his teammates were so unoriginal).

So he gave Gamora a quick kiss on the cheek and said an even quicker goodbye to her friend before jogging back onto the field, prepared for the ribbing he was definitely going to get from them before they got back into the game. It was a rather short break, apparently.

Meanwhile, Gen looked at Gamora, awaiting an explanation. They’d really only met last week, and them hanging out right now wasn’t planned in advance, so Gen was curious as to how Peter knew who she was.

“I told him about you one time,” Gamora sighed in answer to the unasked question. “And I’m pretty sure my exact words were ‘I met someone in art who’s as big of an asshole as I am.’”

“A boy who listens to you?” Gen waggled her eyebrows with a knowing smile. “You’d better hold onto that one.”

“Trust me, I don’t plan on letting go of him anytime soon.” _________________

“Though for real, that was some deep shit,” Gen told her, meaning it as a sincere compliment. “All reflective and introspective. Seriously, Gamora, you sound way too mature, especially when talking about that ridiculous goofball, as you like to call him. I swear, you could submit what you just said to some sort of writing competition and win, like, everything. You’d be so good at angsty poetry. I'm not even kidding, what you just said sounded really good, and beautiful, honestly. But you should maybe take out all the curse words before submitting it to something. Did you just come up with that off the top of your head? Cause that was deep.”

Gamora shrugged. “Peter comes up a lot in my mandated therapy sessions. I still have to go to them every week, even though I haven't been in a fight at school in over a year now. I of course spend a lot of time with my boyfriend, so I end up talking about him whenever I have to talk about what my week was like, every week. You realize a couple things with forced reflection.”

“Man, I wish I had known you back when you got into fist fights,” Gen said almost wistfully. “I only got to hear about them afterward when everyone was talking about how you beat someone up at lunch. I thought you were the coolest girl in school when I heard those stories. I mean, good on you for not punching anybody lately. I just kinda wish I had gotten to see Michael Crichton cry. Dude’s an asshole. Even a bigger asshole than the two of us,” Gen elbowed her with a smile, and Gamora had to laugh.

Yes, she was glad to have found a friend with the same asshole sense of humor she did.

“He still won’t look me in the eyes in the hallway,” Gamora stated proudly.

At that, Gen held up her hand for a high five, and Gamora gave it to her.

“You are my hero, man,” Gen grinned. “I heard you got suspension for that, right?”

“Mhmm. Three days,” she confirmed.

“Well, on behalf of all the girls who’ve had to put up with him for two years, thank you for taking one for the team and decking him in the face. That day was the last time he cat called anybody. He’s too afraid you’ll hear him and punch him again,” Gen snickered.

Yes, Gamora had a feeling this was the start to a beautiful friendship.

#starmora #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #starmora fic #GOTG highschool au #gamora x peter quill #fanfiction #high school au #Gamora makes a friend #Gamora is an art kid #fluff #humor #my GOTG fics #my fic

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starglasszodiac · 6 years

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SGZ Anniversary - Cassie and the Comic

The big one, the origin story!!!! And honestly one of my favourite memories to look back on. :’D I’ll be talking about both the idea itself and the evolution of Cassie’s character in what is a BEHEMOTH of a text post, so here we go!

While July 19th, 2015 is the official origin day of SGZ, it started a bit prior to that. I have this story already somewhat explained on the blog’s FAQ page, but I might as well reiterate it here:

SGZ started as an idea in the summer of 2015 after my buddy Laura showed me two webcomics: Paranatural by Zack Morrison, and Vibe by Dan Ciurczak (two comics I highly recommend, please go read them!). I loved how vibrant and beautiful their artwork was despite how different their stories were, and how wonderful the writing and humour was. My two biggest creative passions have always been visual art and writing, but ironically this was what really flicked the switch in my head to actually try comics, the literal combination of the two. Why I didn’t start sooner will forever be a mystery to me, but I suppose a lack of exposure to comics as a kid had something to do with it. Better late than never, right?

The specific launch day of July 19th is an homage to not only the creation of the idea but of the main protagonist, Cassie. After thinking “hey, I could do this!” I started wondering what I should make a comic about. While working at my retail job (on the slowest day in existence), I began to make a list of things that I liked or wanted to write a story about, and stars / astrology was one of them. I had always loved that aspect of mythology, and my affection for stars is a mystery to no one.

I worked at what was effectively a Blockbuster clone in my hometown (RIP Cherry Hill Video) and we had scrap pieces of paper that we made from old movie facings, so the first ever notes and doodles for this series exist on these scraps. I’ve still got quite a few of them, but they got a bit scattered when I moved for college. I’m hoping the rest are at my house somewhere.

I got the idea of a girl with a star in her eye, and called it the Starglass. And, well, the idea went from there! I started researching all of the zodiac signs and symbols, and drew the first (digital) drawing of Cassie when I got back home that day. Which, looked like this:

Seeing this again is not only weird and oddly nostalgic but it’s a testament to where my artistic sensibilities were prior to going to animation school. The idea for SGZ happened mere months before I was thrown into that 3-year fray of insanity so the evolution is pretty odd in places, especially how my knowledge of shape language, anatomy, etc. evolved and how my style adapted to that. I had almost NEVER drawn humans prior to going to college, so a lot of the art for this series deals with my inability to do so at the start. ^^’ The awkward phase, if you will. And as such, it is the first story idea I had that primarily focused on humans.

Looking back on it, Cassie’s character in terms of personality was pretty different than what it is now, but from a visual standpoint there’s (surprisingly) a lot that stayed. The basic idea of her hair stayed, right down to the double ponytail and orange clasps. Her freckles, eye colour and general face shape too, even if that ended up modified after solidifying her character later.

Her main colour was always red, in fact after making the headshot I remember having NO IDEA what to do for the rest of her body, so it just ended up being RED. Then I added the blue for the contrast, but I still wasn’t happy with it at the time (a perhaps subconscious origin for her blue pants though, lol). I also find amusement in the fact that my current concept for her mother Nora has her wearing blue flats much like these.

Based on the notes I have and what I remember, Cassie was older at this point (like 15 or 16 probably) and seemed to be a lot more sarcastic (this is a norm for a lot of my characters, trust me). xD Some of the first character interactions I ever wrote largely involved Cassie being sassy to one of the signs, back when a few of them were being over dramatic (looking at you SCORPIO). I cackled reading those interactions again now that my characters have changed so much. They’re not well written at all but they still let me look back to that time with fondness. :’D

What is also interesting is the progression of her name, or the fact that she didn’t have one right at the start. My earliest notes have simply Starglass or SG whenever I wrote dialogue. I started trying to think of a name, and contrary to popular belief, settling on Cassie actually had nothing to do with Cassiopeia. Though I do really enjoy the irony of that. xD It started with Cass, which could be short for either Cassandra or Cassidy, and I ended up going with Cassidy. I then changed it to Cassie, as I find the -ie suffix makes it a lot cuter. I am biased though, my name ends with it too, aha. There is a note that spells it as Cassi and for the life of me I cannot determine if that was a typo or not, but when I write fast I miss letters sometimes. The nickname of “Star” was one the table for a while too, and now that Star VS exists it’s even funnier. I specifically recall my mother telling me that she was going to suggest Star on the Facebook post I had made for the art at the time, but thought maybe it was too obvious. She was right, though this idea lives on in the nicknames that the signs end up giving Cassie later on, my favourite being “Little Star”.

While development for the story and characters started right away, it got a much welcomed jumpstart at the beginning of my second year at animation school. We were given a character design project that would span the entire year, and would require a story concept to complete all of the assignments. We were told this fact in first year to give us time to prepare over the summer, and I had just pulled an all-nighter to finish an assignment that day, but upon hearing this news I was not tired at all. Character design was already my favourite class, but this put it over the top. That beautiful feeling of inspiration that hits you is the BEST and in that moment nothing else mattered. Not even my fatigue, which I promptly dealt with the next day.

I used this as an opportunity to spend time developing the designs and story progression of all the characters, while getting marks for it at the same time! This is largely the reason I was able to launch the comic a few months after completing that year of school, as it ended up giving me full-sized references, colour schemes, and a much better idea of the story as a whole. Based on when my school years took place, I can actually track the progression of the characters pretty well through the artistic skill upgrade I was getting too.

The progression is pretty wild honestly, especially between 2015 and 2016:

(oh god these are so old help me)

(these aren’t all of them either but I did my best jdhkfhsjkfhskjf)

From 2016 onwards I had the basic idea of her, so her colours stayed more or less the same once I actually added them. Cassie’s hair was one of the things that required a lot more iterations. I had her general idea down for a while, but when it came to making the character pack of her for my character design class, I remember having to sit down and actually figure out how her hair would work, structurally and otherwise, for that High Quality Refinement™ that was required of the project. Her older drawings had the part in her hair be in the middle, and that posed the problem of covering her eyes too much. If she was a more reserved character in any way this could have worked, but nah. I knew from the beginning she was going to be an outwardly eccentric child, one I wish I could have been when I was growing up.

Now for anyone that knows me as both a huge nerd and an artist, when it comes to fantasy stuff I LOVE armour. Absolutely love it. You see it everywhere in the things I make both inside and outside of SGZ, and I adore making themed costumes based on that (see my Feather Knights series for the most extreme example of this ever, ahahaha). So, it stands to reason that I would do the same for Cassie at some point, and I did!

There was a particular focus on a helmet for a while too, whole plot points in fact! This helmet was, story wise, a long-standing plot point that proved difficult to change once the focus shifted. The initial idea was that the helmet belonged to Cassie’s science teacher (who is still a minor character in this as of now) and he gave it to her knowing its significance to the Starglass, thus establishing a sort of connection between Cassie’s normal life on Earth and the supernatural shenanigans that happen on the Astral Plane. The night she brings it home, she discovers that this little friend laid dormant inside:

This is Flicker. A character I’ve actually never revealed to anyone prior to now but hey, why not? The idea of Cassie having a spirit companion certainly didn’t come out of left field for me, but I wasn’t entirely sure how this character would appear, or what dynamic they would have with Cassie. I didn’t have pets bigger than a hamster growing up, so the idea of Cassie having a potential dog or cat companion would be new territory based on my own experiences.

Flicker, as they are right now, acts as a sort of sensor for spirits that are roaming loose on Earth, and alerts Cassie to them... even if she’s not always up for a spirit hunt. They do have a backstory associated with how they appear and what their purpose is in the overall context of the world, but that isn’t revealed until much later in the story. For now Flicker is a cute little friend that cannot say much, but is devoted to protecting things, especially the Starglass. Luckily they still made the cut when it came to the helmet idea, and you should be meeting them officially pretty soon in the comic! :D

While the initial problem was getting any sort of cohesive look to the helmet or any other armour in terms of concept, I found as the story developed along with Cassie’s design, both her hair and her star sweater ended up being her two most “iconic” qualities aside from her eye, and using armour would have covered that up.

On top of that, Cassie didn’t really end up being the type of character that would use armour, as one might expect from a character that has to fight and defend things a lot. She’s one to do things a little differently, and both her and the signs discover that, well, different works! It wasn’t a matter of her physical strength for the majority of the problems she faces, but rather strength of heart, and that’s a very personal note for me to touch on with this character. As such, nothing about an armour concept ever came out of the sketch phase:

It still makes for really interesting ideas though, so I’m sure I can work these into something else I’m working on. :’D Knowing myself, I’ll find a way. (The wings are VERY Cardcaptors though lol)

What did stay, however, were her swords:

She had at least one sword at the very beginning of this concept, but it eventually evolved into two. I find it interesting that sun, moon and star symbols were always present, regardless of what iteration these swords went through. Their official names are the Sun Star and Moon Star Swords respectively. Aside from the few doodles here and there for the zodiac weapons, this was the first appearance of any kind of fantasy weapon in SGZ. I can confirm that Cassie and the signs were going to have weapons from the get-go though, this IS something I made after all. xD

I think I also need to mention the main influences for this series, as the love for those things is very evident in my work, from the visuals to the storytelling and everything in between. Aside from my general interest in fantasy topics such as mythology and astrology, here’s a list including (but not limited to) the series that inspired the making of SGZ:

Kirby, Steven Universe, Harry Potter, Avatar: The Last Airbender & The Legend of Korra, Cardcaptor Sakura / Cardcaptors, Kim Possible, Danny Phantom, and pretty much any other show I’ve watched about surviving school while going on crazy adventures. That stuff may be cliche now but I’ll be damned if I don’t love it still.

I grew up with some of these and the rest are new, but they’re all near and dear to my heart for many reasons. I’m happy that I can put that love into something I’ve made, and share that story with the world.

I know I’ve got a lot more ranting about this story to do in general and the comic is still going, but I want to say some special thanks to some of SGZ’s biggest supporters:

Laura, Eleanor, and my classmates and teachers at Seneca College. This comic wouldn’t exist without you. <3

I’ll be honest, working on this series got me through some of the toughest years of my life so far, and this was one of the first times where something I made actually came to fruition in some way, and had a genuine development period that I can look back on. I’ve grown a lot as both a person and an artist since then, and doing this look back in time really solidified that for me. I have a cast of characters that I love, and now I get to tell their story. So if you’ve stayed till the end in this gigantic post, thank you. I don’t know where this story will lead me, but with any luck it’ll be somewhere in the stars. Thanks for reading, friends. <3

#Starglass Zodiac #SGZ #SGZ Anniversary #origin story #Cassie #development #character development #story development

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heartslogos · 6 years

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"So how did you guys form a DND party?” Malika asks as she helps Lavellan set out snacks and arrange the living room to accommodate the extra amount of players they’ll be hosting tonight.

Varric and his friends were willing to join for one round as long as it was confined to one sitting; Isabella is leaving in two days for an extended trip abroad so she’s not in a place to be starting anything new, Fenris’ work schedule has been reshuffled and he starts his new shifts next week and the times he’s on are during their normal campaign time, and the Hawke siblings are all over the place always.

This very special Saturday just happens to be the one day where all the schedules, fates, stars, and omens align.

(Malika was told that she just had to be there, even if she wasn’t sure about playing with the rest of them.

“You should go,” Mahanon had said as he helped her arrange photos on her project. “No, this should go here. These pictures show more cohesion and transition better into the next set like this. Here. Yes. Good.”

“Okay. I think I’m starting to get what you’re saying. So if I put these here - oh, you’re right. These look much better. Wow. So this is what you do for work? Oh - on Saturday, are you going to play? I’ve never seen you play before.”

“Me? No, tabletop isn’t something I have the patience for. But I’ll watch. The games where they have a full house draw an audience. Even Pentaghast can’t resist coming. Even if she does spend several minutes being awkwardly stand offish at first. Varric and his friends are…an experience,” Mahanon said slowly. “Imagine if you cloned Maxwell three times and gave each of them Dorian’s very particular. Pizzaz.”

“I’m telling Dorian you said pizzaz.”)

“Well,” Lavellan says smiling beatifically at the Iron Bull as he sets moves furniture, “When Bull and I started hanging out with each other outside of work - before we became a Thing, capital T implied, and way before we got hitched - we didn’t really know what to talk about so I asked Bull about his hobbies because at the time I didn’t really know him outside of super smart really intimidating shredded hunk of beef with a checkered past. Like he knew I liked hiking and being outside and gardening and stuff but all I knew was that he hit the gym before work on Wednesday mornings and also somehow managed to get in full work out three other times a week. Crazy.”

Bull murmurs something as he shoves a chair back against their book case.

Lavellan giggles.

“And he asked me if I liked games,” Lavellan says, practically singing the word.

Bull turns around, straightening up and giving Lavellan a flat look, “I asked her if she had ever heard of DND and she said no.”

“I couldn’t resist, oh my god,” Lavellan squeezes her face in her hands as she closes her eyes, “Malika, Malika, Malika. I just couldn’t resist. He asked me - me! - if I had heard of Dungeons and Dragons. And like - the idea of this big swole shredded guy asking me if I heard of Dungeons of Dragons. How could I resist? I said no. Of course I said no. If I could rewind time I’d still say no. And he just - he started to explain it to me and it was so cute and you could tell he was just so into it and I committed to the most in depth con you’ll ever see ever, one that I’ve not topped since.”

“She played me for two years.”

“I had him teaching me basic RP skills from the ground up for two years,” Lavellan says. “I don’t know how I lasted that long, but Malika. Malika. It was so sweet of him. He’s such a good teacher and how could I deprive myself of that? And after a while it became a thing. It was a way to hang out he just got so into it and I think that’s about twenty percent of why I decided I wanted to be a Thing with him - capital T aspiring.”

Malika turns to Bull, “You were fooled by her? You fooled him? Him? Our DM? The Iron Bull? Mister literal all rounder? Jack of all trades, master of most trades, complete boss at select trades? That guy? Mister maxed out stats in real life? You fooled him?”

Lavellan’s smile is almost sinister.

“How did you find out?” Malika asks as Lavellan sighs wistfully to herself, practically floating on air as she reminisces, all the way back to the kitchen to get the snack foods ready.

“I think she got bored,” Bull says, “Because one night while I was over at her place for drinks - we were a Thing, capital T decided, defined, and assured, at the time - and I was going to stay over after we finished a B movie marathon. And she was getting changed because she dropped this huge bowl of salsa on her leg when I revealed to her the truth that It Came from Down Under isn’t about Orlais - “

“Orlais is as south as you get,” Lavellan yells from the kitchen, “Past that it’s the Kocari wilds. What the hell would come out of the Kocari wilds to fuck shit up? Who’d want to leave the Kocari wilds?”

“ - and she asked me to google it on her phone,” Bull continues. “Guess what was open on her phone at the same time?”

“What?”

“A doc containing the stats of a level twenty evocation wizard,” Bull grinds his knuckles to his forehead, “She’d been talking to one of her friends about some kind of stats - wizard versus bard or something - and she was double checking against one of her old campaign characters so she’d had it up.”

“Ouch,” Malika pats Bull’s arm in sympathy. “So how’d that feel big guy?”

“Honestly kid, to this very day I don’t know.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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violetsystems · 3 years

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#personal

It’s been getting hard to keep track of all the misfortune lately on a microscopic level. This isn’t to say there’s some miniature secret world plotting against me or something. Maybe it is really the muons at work. Maybe it’s just people being collectively disrespectful. If anything is for sure, people out here in America act in groups more often than not. In Chicago, it’s easier to paint the picture because of a little known characteristic of my city called “corruption.” You are made to think you are the problem. That you aren’t following the rules. These rules aren’t things you can actually follow like tax law or anything. If anything my taxes this year extended my time to wait all of this out. But I’ve been waiting all this out for over two decades essentially. I was reminded of this yesterday shopping downtown when I wandered past my ex girlfriend. I haven’t spoken to this person for years. Never would speak to this person. I’ve run into my car in the neighborhood when I’m on the wrong side of it. The car I gave up to walk away and never look back over a decade ago. I’ve been suggested her as a connection on LinkedIn more than once. Sometimes through an email at 4:20 in the morning from the service. For whatever reason the Earth’s magnetic poles lead sharks like me around the city with no plan, I sure run into a lot of people. This is while spending about 11 months completely alone aside from run ins with goods and services. I occasionally nod to my neighbors. The landlord installed a new lock on the front gate which is left unlocked most of the time. I had a package stolen again a couple of weeks ago. We didn’t talk about it. It just seems coincidental that now we have a lock. It’s not the first time I’ve had my packages disappear. It’s not the first time for anything in this city. And again it’s not the first time I’ve seen my ex in passing scowling back at me. She wasn’t wearing a mask. Thankfully I was. I’ve given up trying to explain this to anybody but the internet. And even in that, this site is theoretically dead to most people in mainstream society much like me. Gaslighting is tied to a myriad of behaviors that people use to exert control. Think of all the shitty men out there who neg women to groom, shape and mold them into liking them. Think of this done in collective way. Like a mob. Or a commune. Whatever you call it, it’s not something you can actively fight against yourself. Sure I have this online outlet. But most of us get at this point that I’m not looking to connect with mainstream society after being exiled from it like it was a cult. Typical cult behavior is to alienate and isolate the victim. Kind of like the army. You break down someone’s resolve to the point where they have no choice to give up and accept the way. That this is your home. This is your path. This is your destiny. That this is all you are worth. That you are being unreasonable thinking there’s anything wrong. That you should just give up and assimilate to the group. Except in my case, there’s no option or way forward. If my self confidence were lower or my bank account far less liquid I’d be on the ropes by now. And yet things just keep getting worse when it comes to what this city projects at me. It’s completely full of shit and not even remotely concerned in hiding it. I could never prove any of this behavior towards me is organized. So I don’t. I don’t waste my time other than writing it out on the internet to show I’m not crazy. But the city is against me at every step outside my locked gate. Inside my rent is paid and I have a silent agreement at best. At least I can be trusted to keep a secret.

Trust is something that can’t be recovered with mere words. I’ve known for awhile I’ve been held to a completely different standard. It’s hard to quantify. As much as I’d like to think this is a dead site, I know those very same people stalk every word I say. It’s a fucked up situation that just keeps getting deeper into a hole no one can crawl out of. I’ve spent my time being vague and cautious. I’ve focused more on my fiscal health through this which is better than it has ever been. Sans identity theft ever few weeks. This is a reality that I live that has gone way beyond a line of normalcy. I’m supposed to just sit here mothballed, exiled and benched. I’m supposed to sit here and take it while people watch on some scary collective level. I’m not too paranoid about anything. Honestly I’m the least paranoid I’ve ever been. I’m just simply bored with the inefficiency of it all. You really want to sit here and tell me that it’s my fault. That it’s about me “getting out there” and getting “out of my comfort zone” when I spent years travelling by myself to Asia, New York and as far as New Zealand. These are journeys I’ve written about at the level of a fifth grade writing teacher. And still nobody can bother to accept that I’ve been around the block more than once. It’s as if I don’t matter unless I reach out to someone. Which I have for years on this platform. I’m comfortable with that. To be this invisible after all the shit I talk is a mindfuck. I wonder why I even talk shit at all anymore. I wonder why I don’t just wall myself up in my apartment and never see the light of day. I wonder a lot of things. I wonder how deep this pain will get over time. I wonder why people think this is completely normal to put a person through what I’ve been through. What does this prove exactly? To me it proves that I am worth it. And self confidence in this situation is the biggest mother fucker there is. Because everyone would rather resort to chipping away at your defenses than getting to know who you really are. I’d be more bothered if I cared about it. But we are in the middle of a crisis. I have been quarantined and isolated from everything alone. I have been followed, gossiped about, threatened, and intimidated most every day of the week for over a year. I don’t really care. I have reached a limit in which I constantly feel like telling the world to fuck off. I have spent years rattling away paragraphs that are harvested by some future algorithm to mine for some tortured sitcom version of Tenet. What the fuck is really going on here? I couldn’t ever tell you. None of how this has played out for me makes any bit of sense. I have nowhere to go. I have nothing to do. I have skills that are invisible. I have a professional network that pretends I’m not alive. I get winks and secret stares like I’m not in on some joke. That I’m outside whatever privileged simulation the rest of this city enjoys. I’ve given up trying to explain it. I never want to explain it. I never want to look back at all these sorry ass glances. I live in a city that plays by its own lawless rules and expects you to bow down and kiss it’s scrubby ass feet. While walking back to the train the other day I took the long way under the metra tracks. There’s a ton of homeless people living in tents. I walked past and an arm stuck out from one with a needle in the other hand. This tattooed motherfucker literally just shot up in front of me. Like it was some sick expression of freedom. This country is fucked up. This city is even worse. And people think like I’m living some charmed, bargain basement life. Like it’s cool to be poor. Like it’s divine to suffer and struggle so that the rest of these people can pretend it never happened. This is real life in Chicago. Home of the free and land of the gaslighted.

I don’t know what to say or do anymore. I know this is some sort of epilogue. That it really doesn’t matter. I’m going to spend an entire summer alone again. Just to prove a point. Then come September I’m going to have to make the decision to leave. There are no answers. No opportunities. Nobody who wants to see this all happen to me and point a finger back at society. I’m not tortured enough. I’m not part of some community other than a dead website people make fun of. I don’t have a fucking future here. I get scammed. I get conned. I get catfished looking for jobs. I get sidelined. I get benched. I get picked over. And I get it. If we really look at the way the entertainment industry and the media work everyone pays attention to two week cycles. In the last two weeks, people have copied every single idea and claimed it their own. Just like the two weeks before that. People make it all about them and forget what inspired them. And people move on to the next thing to consume. They have no focus. They churn around trying to be like everyone else and become more the same. I’ve been a musician. I’ve been a rapper. I’ve been host. I’ve been a commentator. I’ve been a writer. I’ve been a lot of things. And I’m still completely invisible except even more so. It’s like a joke to some people. They get off on cucking me in front of my face. Like they’re so much better at expressing their freedom than me. These people are toxic and inefficient as fuck. You can’t express freedom in one breath at the expense of somebody else’s. You cannot do that in an organized mob like fashion on the internet. If you do, the DOJ will find you. And you will need a fucking lawyer. And this is what I tell myself when I get really mad. That I will have the last laugh. That I will be able to wait it out. That things will have changed after July 4th when the city reopens. We can all laugh and dance the pain away. We can all conveniently ignore the shady bullshit that I experienced up front and center. This is a dangerous reality. That after July it will be a year since I was let go. A year of being invisible taking care of my own shit. A year of me telling you I told you so only to be gossiped behind my back like I’m crazy. I’m ok with walking away from all this shit and starting over. I already did that. It’s a fucking insult I live every day people thinking they know everything about me and never even asking my fucking name. And yet I don’t really care. It’s not worth my fucking time to care anymore. I don’t exactly know the way forward. I’m trapped in a situation that would make normal people’s eyes bleed. I write here out of frustration knowing full well it’s not something I control. I can’t do anything about this. So I figure out ways to pass the time like I’m in some sort of jail. Does it matter? On a small level yes. I do understand that there are people out there that care about me equally as much. This is why I stay down here. A joke. Anonymous proof that everyone is pretty much full of shit when they talk about me behind my back. And yet it gets worse. Who did I piss off? I don’t mind that I did. I’m kind of proud actually. Because if I pissed you off being me it means I got under your skin. It means ultimately I’m better than you can ever be. And you’ll tear your own skin off trying to live in the shadow of mine. Nobody can ever be me. Nobody can ever copy my shit and be authentic. This is what we need to focus on. Authenticity. For all the shit people talk about me, I don’t need to say a word. You can make fun of me in front of your coworkers or friends at the bar. Somebody will always be in the shadows listening to your bullshit. And your bullshit is so obvious these days. I have no choice but to wait it out and watch you eat the shit you’ve been shoveling for decades. How I’m going to do that should be obvious by now. Nothing has changed. Everything else is a secret. <3 Tim

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 7 years

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PLEASE TELL THE CHILDREN THE STORY OF MS. STUBELS

Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.

The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on.

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel. And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

Smashed three windows.

Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.

Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.

Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.

Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks

Went into students desks, ripped up their books.

Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)

Threw some desks around.

Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)

Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.

Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.

Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.

Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.

Broke multiple chairs.

Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)

Set a fire in the trash can.

When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.

She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.

So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.

About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”

About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.

A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

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