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[glassofspoiledmilk]

Friday Night Lights

Chapter 3: The First Day

On September 1st, Remus woke up to a loud, irritating alarm clock blaring from across the room.

Upon hearing the noise, he sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes.

“What the hell is that?..” Remus spat, barely awake.

“Sorry guys…I forgot how loud that gets,” Peter said as he quickly worked to turn the clock off.

“Well, now that we’re all up, might as well get ready,” James said with a yawn and an exaggerated stretch.

Remus pulled the covers off his bed and slid onto the carpeted floor. He looked over to see Sirius, still asleep in his bed.

“Should we wake him up?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, but let me do it, I’ve got an idea,” James replied with a mischievous grin.

The boy quietly walked into the bathroom and came back out with what looked to be pencil eyeliner. James slid the cap off and carefully began drawing all over Sirius’s face. He squiggled on a unibrow and a moustache before quickly putting the cap back on and waking Sirius up.

“Sirius, you’ve got to get up, we’re going to be late!” James said dramatically.

“What!?” Sirius replied as he sprang up off his bed.

“Yeah, man, it’s 7:30!” James responded, clearly trying to hold his laughter back.

“Shit shit!” Sirius yelled as he sprinted into the bathroom.

Remus looked over at Peter’s alarm clock to find that it was not 7:30, but 6:58.

“JAMES!” Sirius exclaimed from the bathroom.

James burst into laughter and then ran behind Remus.

“Shhh, hide me!” He said as Sirius ran out of the bathroom.

As soon as the boy entered the dorm, Remus stepped aside, revealing James’s hiding spot.

The long-haired boy then jumped on top of James and started wrestling with him.

Sirius ripped off James’s glasses and held them high in the air.

“Have fun in class without your glasses!” Sirius laughed.

“Not funny! You know I can’t see without them!” James retorted as he mindlessly waved his arms in the air.

“That’s the point, idiot,” Sirius spat.

Remus ignored the antics of the two boys and decided it was the perfect time for him to get ready.

He grabbed his uniform and walked into the bathroom. After changing, the clothes felt all too restrictive for Remus, so he undid one of the buttons at the top of his shirt and allowed his tie to hang loosely around his neck. He then brushed his teeth and lathered on some of his deodorant before re-entering the dorm.

Sirius now had smudged eyeliner across his face, and James kept laughing every time he looked at him.

“I’m going to go wash this off,” Sirius said, clearly very irritated.

“Have fun!” James replied with a grin that earned him a slap on the back of the head from Sirius.

“Owwww!” He groaned.

Sirius then rolled his eyes and locked himself in the bathroom.

Remus ignored James’s wailing and sat down at one of the desks to look over his schedule. First, he had Algebra, which made him very happy because he had been eager to learn more than just the basics all summer. He then decided to check over his summer work one last time, just in case he made any minor errors.

Moments later, Sirius emerged from the bathroom in his uniform. He was wearing a strong cologne that made Peter cough a few times when he walked by.

“Did you pour the whole bottle on yourself?” James asked while pulling his shirt up over his nose.

“I only did one spray!” Sirius retorted.

“What even is it?” James added.

“I dunno, it's some fancy stuff my mom got me for my cousin's wedding in Normandy,” The long-haired boy replied, slightly embarrassed.

“Whatever I’m getting changed,” James said as he walked into the bathroom, leaving Sirius and Remus awkwardly lingering by each other.

“Whatcha doing?” Sirius asked as he leaned on the back of Remus’s chair, clearly over his embarrassment.

“Checking over my Algebra packet,” he replied without looking up at him.

“I forgot about that, whatever, I’ll just say I never got the packet,” the dark-haired boy said as he began to walk away.

A few seconds later, the loudspeaker came on.

“Good morning, St. Andrews! I’m hoping you all slept well. The cafeteria is now open for breakfast, make sure to head over to the auditorium after eating!”.

After the speaker clicked off, James hurried out of the bathroom and rushed to grab his things.

“I am so hungry, can we please go get food?” James pleaded.

“Peter hasn’t even been able to get changed yet,” Remus replied.

“I’ll be quick, I promise!!” Peter added as he rushed into the bathroom.

“Ughhh,” James groaned dramatically while flopping onto his back.

When Peter came back out, James shot up once again and bolted towards the door.

“Let’s go!” He said as he ran out into the common area.

The rest of them followed, walking down the fancy staircases into the main building.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, they sat down at a rectangular table with four seats on each side. James and Sirius rushed over to one side, which left Peter and Remus sitting across from them.

The four boys quickly dropped their bags off at the table and rushed up to the buffet.

Remus grabbed a red plastic tray and a white ceramic plate. The cafe was littered with different kinds of food, many of which he had never tried before. He walked over to a tin with scrambled eggs in it and scooped a few onto his plate. Meanwhile, James and Sirius were fighting over who was going to take the last pancake, which heavily annoyed Remus. He decided to walk as far away from them as possible, and ended up grabbing a few pieces of toast that he very slowly layered in butter to avoid meeting up with them again. Before returning to the table, Remus poured himself a glass of orange juice and was satisfied with his breakfast. He was the first person back and found the silence to be quite enjoyable.

Sirius, James, and Peter all appeared back at the table a few minutes later. James had taken the last pancake, and Sirius kept trying to steal a bite, but every time he tried, James would slap his hand away.

After breakfast, all the students in the cafeteria began walking to the auditorium, and the group of boys followed suit.

The room had thousands of seats and a large stage at the front. A man with a long grey beard and crescent glasses was standing at a podium in the middle with a microphone and a small sheet of paper.

“Can we sit in the back?” James said as they passed by the first row of seats.

“I don't really care where we sit,” Remus replied.

James then shrugged and slid into the first seat in the second-to-last row. Remus ended up between Sirius and Peter, which made him feel severely claustrophobic.

The large room was filled with the sounds of chattering students until a microphone clicked on, and it went dead silent.

“Good morning, everyone, how are we today?” the bearded man asked.

The crowd of students' answers ranged from “good” to “awful”.

“Well, I'm glad to see everyone here. I know there are many important things you’d like to hear about, like homecoming and sports tryouts, but first we must go over the boring details,” the man added.

There were many groans and “booo”s from the audience.

“I know, I know, to start off for any new students, my name is Dumbledore and I am the principal of St. Andrews. You may have noticed that you are separated into teams; these teams are your family while at St. Andrews, so treat your dormmates as such. We have a zero-tolerance policy for bullying, and we encourage our students to report any rule-breaking behaviors to their team guidance counselor. If you have any questions about our rules, please refer to our student handbook or contact a member of our staff. Now, onto the more interesting news. Fall sports tryouts will start next week. Please check the schedule outside the office for specifics. This year’s homecoming dance will be on Saturday, October fifth, and our homecoming king and queen will be announced during the football game the day prior,” Dumbledore said, occasionally clearing his throat in between sentences.

“I’m thinking about asking Mary to homecoming,” Sirius whispered to James with a sly grin.

However, Sirius Black was terrible at whispering.

“Why, you don’t even know her?” Remus objected, having heard everything Sirius had just said.

“Because she's hot, and I need a date,” the dark-haired boy replied.

Remus didn't reply and began feeling slightly uncomfortable hearing him use the word “hot” to describe a 13-year-old girl, even though they were the same age.

Soon after, the assembly ended, and the group of boys began on their way to their first period.

“We have Algebra first, right?” Peter asked as they navigated their way through the math hallway.

“Yep, should be right here,” James replied, stopping in front of a classroom with a big red door.

He pulled the handle, and they all filed in.

“Good morning, boys, what are your names?” a voice said next to them.

Remus slightly jumped at the sudden noise.

All the boys gave their names, and surprisingly, they were all seated relatively close to each other.

James was placed in a seat up one and to the left of Sirius, the two of them being separated by a greasy-looking black-haired boy.

Remus sat a few seats behind Sirius, and Peter was placed in the seat to the left of James.

Remus looked next to him and saw the blonde girl he had met the day prior.

She shot him a slight smile, and he awkwardly returned it.

Suddenly, a loud bell rang and the door was quickly shut.

“Good morning, everyone, I hope we all did our summer work!” the teacher said as she made her way up to the front of the room.

She looked fairly young and had long blonde hair wrapped tightly inside a braid that fell just below her back.

“My name is Ms. Crowe, if you weren’t already aware, and I will be your algebra 1 teacher this year. Now, I would appreciate it if you would all pass your summer packets to the front of your rows.” She added while picking up a piece of chalk off the dusty rack in front of the chalkboard.

Remus quickly realized that he was one of the only students who did their summer work when he saw only a few packets getting sent up.

When Ms. Crowe saw the lack of participation from her students, she decided to give the class a lecture on the importance of homework.

Remus didn’t pay attention to her speech because he felt it didn’t apply to him, and to be quite frank, he found her to be utterly boring.

After his first class had finished, the rest of the day seemed to fly by.

He had some light reading to do for his history class and music to look over for band, but other than that, he had nothing to do that evening.

When he returned to his dorm after his last class of the day, he found James and Sirius tossing a football around their common area.

“What are you doing?” Remus asked bluntly.

“Practicing for football, me ‘n James just signed up for JV tryouts next Wednesday,” Sirius replied while throwing the brown ball over to James, who was standing a bit too close to the fireplace for Remus’s liking.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll hit something?” He added.

“Not really,” Sirius replied as the ball flew back over towards the two boys.

Sirius jogged backwards and jumped in the air to catch the ball, but he ended up slipping on the floor instead.

This earned a loud cackle from James, and even Remus had to hurry into the dorm room to hide his amused expression.

When he got inside, he saw Peter sitting at one of the desks doing the history homework.

Remus decided not to disturb him, and quietly sat down on his bed to read the textbook himself.

The first chapter was short, which was why it was assigned for them to do by themselves. It discussed the Age of Exploration in 1492, which Remus found to be slightly intriguing.

When he finished his reading and made a few sticky-note annotations in his book, he slipped it into his backpack and went to change out of his clothes.

Dinner was soon approaching, and Remus wondered how long Sirius and James would be out for.

At six o'clock, the two boys burst through the door and threw their ball onto the floor before racing back out into the hall for dinner.

Remus and Peter shot a surprised look at each other, and silently agreed to follow and get dinner themselves.

After eating, all the boys returned to their dorm and were exhausted from their first day.

They all took turns showering, and before they knew it, it was lights out.

“Have you guys done the reading?” Peter asked as he climbed into his bed.

“Nah, I’ll do it during lunch tomorrow, it’s easy, right? Just stuff about Columbus?” James replied.

“Yeah, it is, but there’s other stuff too, so I’d look over it,” Peter added.

“Yeah, even if I didn’t read it, I’m sure I’d get a good grade on the assignment, learned about it last year. I’ve got a pretty good memory,” James responded, before drifting off to sleep.

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Friday Night Lights

Chapter 2: The Arrival

The rest of the summer was a blur for Remus, mostly because he was so excited to start at his new school, but also because he had spent the rest of his time studying. The incoming freshman students all had to take the same four core classes: Algebra 1, Biology, Literature 1, and American History. His Algebra class required that an introductory packet be handed in on the first day of the quarter. Remus finished the packet within a week and then spent the rest of his time brushing up on his history and biology knowledge at the public library. He was also signed up to take Latin 1 and concert band. In middle school he played percussion and enjoyed it enough, though he only chose it because he didn’t find any of the other options interesting.

The day before the semester began, Remus and his mom began to pack up his things. They were permitted to bring a large suitcase, a backpack, and a bag of their choosing to their dorm rooms, which they would share with three other students. According to the letter, the student body was divided into four sections: Sycamore, Redwood, Palm, and Oak. When his uniform came in, he was notified that he would be on the Redwood team. The outfit consisted of a black blazer, a white button-up, black dress pants, and a gold and maroon tie. Remus had never really liked formal attire, button up shirts always made him feel itchy, and ties made him feel like he was suffocating. He stuffed the uniform into his suitcase and zipped it up so he wouldn’t have to deal with it before his departure tomorrow.

When Remus arrived at the school on the first day, which he didn’t consider to be the first day because there weren’t any classes, it was flooded with students walking out of expensive cars with massive suitcases. He felt slightly out of place as his parents drove a Dodge Dart, which was something he had never thought about until then.

Remus grabbed his suitcase out of the trunk of his car while his mom carried his backpack. They walked up to the front of the dormitory building and climbed up many flights of fancy staircases before reaching their destination. The Redwood boys' dorms were on one side, and the girls were located on the other, while having a “common” area in the middle. This area had benches, couches, a fireplace, and rows upon rows of bookshelves, which made Remus feel at home. He then walked into his dorm room, which was much fancier than he anticipated. It had four beds in all four corners of the room, desks, two decently sized closets, and a bathroom.

One of the beds already had someone's things on it: a familiar-looking football, a jersey, and a small UC Berkeley flag. Remus placed his things on the bed closest to the one window, which also happened to be the farthest from the taken bed.

“Are you sure you have everything? It looks a little empty in here…” his mother asked.

“I'm sure, I didn't need to bring much anyway,” Remus replied.

“Well, if you need anything, have the people in the office give us a call, alright? Come say bye to your dad before we leave,” she adds as they start on their way out of the expensive building.

After saying his goodbyes and receiving many mini lectures from his parents, they left, and Remus was on his own. The reality of it all was beginning to sink in, and he started feeling homesick. He knew there was nothing he could do about it now, so he wandered back to the dorm building and began putting his clothes away.

“Is anyone in there?” a sheepish voice said from outside the door.

“Er, yeah..come in,” Remus replied as he placed his uniform blazer onto a hanger.

Moments later, a short, slightly chubby, blonde boy walked into the dorm room with a suitcase and backpack.

“I think this is my dorm..are you James, Sirius, or…Remus?” he asked, reading off a piece of paper.

“I'm Remus…how did you get a list of your roommates?” He asked curiously.

“It came in the package along with my uniform..I’m Peter, by the way,” he says, obviously nervous.

“Nice to meet you,” Remus replies as he continues putting away his uniform.

Remus thought he must’ve accidentally thrown it away, but then he realized one of the names sounded slightly familiar.

“Did you say James?” Remus asked.

“Um.. yeah, why?” Peter replied while starting to unpack his belongings.

“No reason..the name just sounds familiar,” He responded.

Of course, it was just his luck to be sharing a room with the guy who almost knocked him out right before his test.

“Sirius, get back here!” A mature voice boomed from outside their dorm room.

“Sirius Black, if you don’t come here now, I’ll have you shipped off to France, do you hear me!?” The voice shouted again.

“Mom, seriously? Why can’t I go to my dorm?!” A smaller voice replied.

“Because I said so!” The lady yelled again.

Moments later, the dorm door swung open.

“Hey guys- Hey, you’re the guy I hit with my football!” A familiar-faced boy said.

“I’m James Potter by the way, sorry about your head,” he says with a beaming smile.

“It’s fine…I’m Remus,” he replies, folding up an extra pair of his dress pants and placing them in one of the drawers under his bed.

“Nice to meet you,” James replies.

“What’s your name?” He adds, gesturing towards Peter.

“I’m Peter Pettigrew,” The boy replies awkwardly.

“Pettigrew…I feel like I’ve heard that name before..” James replies while jumping onto his bed.

Seconds later, the door bursts open again, but this time it wasn’t anyone Remus had seen before. It was a boy with long black hair and fair skin with dark eyes, but he couldn't figure out what color they were.

He looked almost like royalty, Remus thought.

“Sorry about my mom, James, I swear she hates when I talk to anyone outside the family. It’s like the fourth time she’s threatened to ship me off this week!” He exclaims while throwing a fancy suitcase onto the remaining bed.

“It’s fine, I’m just happy you’re finally away from her for the year,” James replies while taping his UC Berkeley flag onto the wall above his bed.

“I’m away from her now, but the holidays will be hell!” The dark-haired boy says with frustration.

Remus continues unpacking his clothes into his drawers, attempting to mind his business.

“Have you met our roommates, Sirius?” James asks.

“No, I don’t think so,” he replies.

Remus turns around to face Sirius, who has the bed next to him.

“I’m Remus,” he says with a tight smile before turning back to his clothing.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sirius Black,” He says with a charming smile.

“You’re a Black?” Peter says, clearly surprised.

“Unfortunately,” Sirius retorts.

“Isn’t your family French royalty?” he asks.

“Descendants of French royalty, which means almost nothing. I don’t get why my family is so hung up on it,” Sirius replies as he, too, begins unpacking.

“I’m Peter, by the way,” the blonde boy adds sheepishly.

“Nice to meet you,” Sirius responds.

“Did you guys get your schedules?” James asks as he climbs off his bed.

They all nod.

“I’m pretty sure everyone has the same core classes…if I’m not mistaken,” Remus responds.

“What about electives? I’m taking Spanish 1 and home ec,” James adds.

“I’m in French 3 and intro to journalism,” Sirius replies, sitting on his bed.

“How’d you get into French 3?” James questioned.

“I speak French,” the long-haired boy replied.

“Damn I should’ve thought of that,” james responded, scolding himself.

“I’m in concert band and Latin,” Remus adds.

“Are you in marching?” Sirius asks, the comment piquing his interest.

“No, I didn’t want to have to go to band camp,” Remus replies.

“Damn, James and I are trying out for the football team. At Least you’ll get to come and watch the games if we get in, tho,” Sirius adds.

Remus nods, not having any real intent to go.

“Do you guys wanna go check out our common area?” James suggests happily.

“Sure,” Sirius replies.

Remus stood up, not really wanting to go, but felt it would be too awkward for him to stay behind.

The group filed out into the common area to find a group of girls sitting on the couches in front of the fireplace, which was not on.

The first girl had shoulder-length, bleach blonde hair and bangs cut across her forehead that made her look slightly intimidating. The second girl had a softer look; she had dark curly hair and brown skin that suited the warm smile she gave when they first walked in. The last girl had long fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, which seemed to have caught James’s attention.

“Hey guys, I’m assuming you’ll be our female Redwood counterparts?” James said with a charming smile.

“I’m afraid so,” the redhead replied, clearly taken aback by his forwardness.

James ignored her remark and continued.

“What are your names?” He asked.

They then learned that the blonde girl was Marlene, the dark-haired girl was Mary, and the redhead was Lily.

“Well, hopefully we’ll see you guys around,” James added, shooting awkward finger guns at them.

“Bye!” Mary waved as the group retreated to their room.

Remus felt that the entire interaction was pointless, but James had other ideas.

“I’m calling it right now, I’m going to homecoming with the redhead,” James said as he plopped into his bed.

“In your dreams, Potter! she wasn’t even the slightest bit interested,” Sirius replies with a laugh.

“I’ll win her over with my outstanding charm!” James adds as he runs his fingers through his hair.

Remus rolls his eyes and returns to putting the last of his clothing away.

He found James to be quite full of himself, and that was a trait that always seemed to rub Remus the wrong way.

Moments later, a booming voice came over the loudspeaker.

“Good afternoon, students, I hope you’re all having a wonderful time getting settled. Tomorrow, there will be a school-wide assembly after breakfast, so make sure you make your way down to the auditorium before 8. The time is now 9:30, and I would advise everyone to head back to their dorms and get as much rest as they can before their first day. Good night!”.

“It’s already 9:30?” Peter asked.

“Time flies, my man,” James replies, giving him a pat on the back.

“I’m going to get changed and brush my teeth,” Remus says while collecting his toiletries.

He then walks into the bathroom and locks the door. He stared in the mirror for a minute, trying to process all of today’s events. He splashed his face with a bit of cold water before brushing his teeth and then getting changed.

He walked out of the bathroom to see everyone in their pajamas, lying in their beds.

“Remus, can you hit the lights?” James asks with a smile.

“Mhm,” Remus responded before flicking the light switch off and climbing into bed.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was off to sleep.

chapter 3

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Friday Night Lights

Chapter 1: St. Andrews

Remus Lupin’s life was comfortable. He had food, a roof over his head, and parents who loved him. He felt there was no need for fancy clothes or expensive boarding schools, that life was better the simple way. After his eighth-grade graduation, Remus thought he had it all figured out. He was going to attend the same public high school as his parents and then attend a local college to earn a degree in a field that suited his interests. However, his plans were dashed on a hot day in mid-June when his mother received a pamphlet in the mail.

“Oh, Remus, would you come at look at something for me?” His mother asked with a pleasant smile.

Remus quickly flipped his book over, leaving it faced down so he wouldn’t lose the page he was on, and walked over to meet his mother.

“What is it?” He asked as she combed through the many envelopes she had just recently collected from the mailbox.

“There was an envelope from your school with a few high school recommendations for honors students,” she replied as she pulled out a maroon pamphlet with a fancy-looking gold crest on the front.

“One of them is St. Andrew’s boarding school, I think it’s worth looking into,” his mom adds, handing over the extravagant trifold.

Remus carefully scans over it, his eyes quickly settling on the tuition cost.

“Mom, it costs 72,000 for one year, there’s no way we can afford that. Besides, I don’t need to go anywhere fancy. I'm fine with what I’m already doing,” He says as he places the pamphlet onto their kitchen table.

“Yes, but if you apply and take the entrance exam, you could get up to a full scholarship. I think it would be a wonderful opportunity for you. I mean, Remus, you’re so smart…much smarter than I ever was, and I can’t stand the thought of you not having the best education I can provide you with,” His mother says with a sunken expression.

Remus sighs, now feeling slightly guilty for turning down her offer.

“I can apply, but I don’t think we should get our hopes up,” he replies.

His mother then smiles softly and kisses his cheek.

“I’m going to go see if I can print out the application form, there’s a website listed on the back,” she says as he sweeps the pamphlet off the table and into her palm before venturing off to their office.

Remus returned to his book, almost completely forgetting about the prior conversation.

Later that evening, Remus’s mother submitted an application along with his 8th-grade transcripts to “show his academic rigor”, which Remus cared very little about. He didn’t mind school, but it most definitely wasn’t his favorite place. He was frequently bored and would often get in trouble for dozing off in class and drawing all over his textbooks. Despite this, he tested very well and ended the year with nothing under a 95%, landing him the title of an “honors student”.

Many days later, Remus’s mother burst into the kitchen and handed Remus an envelope addressed to him with the same red and gold crest as before.

“I think you should be the one to open it, kiddo,” she says as she places a warm hand on his shoulder.

Remus’s finger gently slides under the flap of the envelope and then swiftly rips it open. He pulls out a long piece of paper, addressed to him.

“Mr. Remus Lupin, We are excited to inform you that you have passed the first round of admissions! To be eligible for acceptance, you must submit your SSAT or ISEE scores. If you have not yet taken one of these tests, St. Andrew’s will be proctoring the SSAT test from July 10th through the 15th. Please sign up for a day to take the test before the 10th. Best wishes, Minerva McGonagall, St. Andrew’s admissions officer.”

“So I have to take a test?” Remus asked.

“I guess..if you want to try and get in, that is, I can go see if they have any prep books online,” his mother replied.

Remus knew he had nothing better to do that summer, so he nodded his head and his mother walked away.

He then spent the next few weeks studying various subjects. Remus generally enjoyed the content, and that his learning was on his terms and not stuck in a boring classroom. He particularly enjoyed the math section; it made sense to him, and he felt a sense of accomplishment after solving tough equations.

On July 11th, the day Remus was scheduled to take the SSAT test, he woke up with a stomach ache. He was nervous, not because he wanted to get in, but because he didn’t want to disappoint his mother. He had rarely seen her so excited, and didn’t want his own failure to be what cuts it short.

They drove thirty minutes down to St. Andrew’s at around noon, and when they got there, Remus had to go in alone.

“Good luck, baby, I know you’ll do great,” His mother said as she gently kissed his forehead.

Remus nodded, afraid he’d throw up if he opened his mouth.

“Bye, Mom,” he quickly replied before jumping out of the car.

He looked around at the campus, the tan stone walls and open courtyards made it slightly resemble a castle.

No wonder it’s so expensive, Remus thought to himself.

He started on his way up the stone path that led to the entrance building. There was a long line of students waiting outside the door, and a lady who had a big pile of what he assumed to be tests. Remus stood in line, thinking about what kind of questions he might see on the test.

Seconds later, Remus was snatched away from his train of thought by a loud thud on the head. He fell to the ground and reached back to feel a lump forming on the back of his cranium.

“Sorry!..went a little overboard with my ball.” Remus heard from above him.

He looked up to see a relatively tall boy with tan skin and black wire glasses.

“It’s fine..” Remus replied as he climbed back onto his feet.

The boy then scooted behind him and picked up a football, which Remus assumed was the object that had just hit him.

“Do you play?” The boy asked curiously.

“Erm..no not really”, Remus replied.

“Why would you bring a football to a test? They’re just going to take it away.” Remus added bluntly.

“Because waiting in line is boring, besides, since I can just pick it up when I’m done,” the boy replied as he tossed the ball into the air.

“James!” A loud voice from within the line called.

The boy's head instantly whipped backwards.

“I’m coming!” He called out before taking off back down the line.

Remus rolled his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on, and hoped that the line would move quicker so he could go home as soon as possible.

Once he reached the front of the line, he was met by a lady with brown, slightly graying hair pulled back in a tight bun.

“Name?” She asked him.

“Remus Lupin,” he replied, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

She leaned over and looked through a box filled with tests, each sorted by last name. Once she got to the “L” section, she pulled out a test labeled SSAT Lupin, Remus.

“Here you are. You may start once you sit down. I advise you to pay attention to the instructions written on the board. If there are any violations, your test will not count, good luck” the lady said, allowing him to pass by her.

He stepped inside and was directed into the gymnasium by a security officer. He wandered into the silent room and took a seat near the back. There was a large whiteboard at the front with instructions on how to answer the questions.

“Fill in the bubbles completely, erase all stray marks, read the code of conduct, and fill in the bubble. Make sure all written responses are transferred into the correct section if scrap paper is used.”

Remus grabbed one of the provided number two pencils off the desk and followed the instructions to a T.

After what felt like hours, Remus finished the test and let out a sigh of relief. He felt it was fairly easy, but knew that was rarely a good sign on big tests. He placed his completed work in the “turn-in” bin, which was also organized by last name. After dropping it off, he went outside to meet his mom in the parking lot.

“How did it go?” She eagerly asked.

“It went well, I think,” he said as he fastened his seatbelt.

“I’m so proud of you, bud, do you wanna do anything fun for dinner?” She added with a warm smile.

“Can we have vegetable soup? I know it’s summer, but I’ve been craving it recently,” he replied hopefully.

In his humble opinion, his mother made the best vegetable soup in the world. It was an old recipe that had been passed down on his mom's side for generations, and every fall she would make it for him.

“Of course,” she said as she lovingly ruffled his hair.

For the next four weeks, Remus eagerly waited for a letter from St. Andrews. Every night, he would walk up to their mailbox and scan through the letters, hoping to see the fancy red and gold crest plastered on the front of one.

Sure enough, on an abnormally hot day in early August, he got his reply.

“Mom! There’s a letter from St. Andrews in the mail!” Remus exclaimed as he ran down the driveway, waving it in the air.

He quickly sat down next to his mom and ripped open the letter.

“Dear Mr. Remus Lupin,” he read, “We are excited to inform you that you have been accepted into St. Andrews boarding school. On behalf of the entire staff, we would like to welcome you and hope you consider joining us in the fall. Along with your acceptance, we would like to offer you a full scholarship, given your outstanding test scores. Within this envelope, you will find a uniform order form and sizing guide, a list of supplies for the upcoming year, and a course selection form. Wishing you the best, Minerva McGonagall, Admissions Officer of St. Andrews”.

“I did it! I got in!” he yelled as he held up the letter like he was afraid it would disappear.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” his mother said as she wrapped him up in a firm embrace.

Tears streamed down Remus’s face, and even though he was crying, he swore it was the happiest day of his life.

Pt 2

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Going Gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 12, France Free Program. Strong language and emetophobia warning!!

On the way back from the rink, I was giddy with excitement. However, Yuri didn't look too happy. I watched awkwardly as he scowled in the silent car. "Hey Yuri...you did really well today," I said, breaking the deafening silence.

He dosent reply.

"..Yuri?" I add.

"Yeah, whatever." He finally says, his voice cold. My once-happy expression falls as I look away from him.

As we continue on our way back to the hotel, I sneak glances at him every once in a while. He's always on his phone with the same solemn expression on his face. Sometimes he'll be typing, sometimes he's just looking out the window with it face down until he gets a notification. Then the cycle repeats.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and open it to thousands of messages congratulating me on my score. It was a bittersweet moment, I was so happy about my score..but I also felt bad about Yuri..but I also didn't care because I was winning. I swallowed my empathy and decided to allow myself to be happy, regardless of how he was feeling.

When we got back to the hotel, Yuri didn't say a word. All he did was grab a pair of pajamas and walk into the bathroom, the door slamming with a loud 'thud'. I awkwardly walked over to my bed and sat down, waiting for either Yakov or Lilia to break the silence. Twenty minutes later I heard the bathroom door creak open and saw Yuri walk out, a boatload of steam pouring out from behind him. "Jeez save some warm water for the rest of us" I complained. "My bad let me go fetch a bucket and get some extra hot water just for you" he spat as he turned and sat on his bed. "Just because you didn't get the score you wanted dosen’t mean you get to be an asshole" I say, clearly annoyed. "I can do whatever I want" he replies. I roll my eyes and divert my attention to my phone.

I posted an Instagram story, thanking everyone for their support, but I seriously couldn't help but feel bad for Yuri. I sighed and got up and stood beside his bed. "What?" He groans. "Come here," I say with little context. "No thanks, I'd rather not.." he adds, rolling his eyes. "Get up," I say again. "No" "Oh my god Yuri move your ass!" I exclaim. "Fine stop fucking yelling!" He adds as he reluctantly gets off his bed. "We're going somewhere," I say, slipping on my shoes. "I'm not dressed, sorry" he replies with a 'too bad!' Look at his face. "It doesn't matter, you don't need to be dressed" I add. "Let's go," I say as I open the door. He groans and slides on his shoes. We walk out the door and head outside. "Mind telling me where we're going?" Yuri asks, obviously unhappy. "You'll see," I said as I led him down the street. We walked for about twenty-five minutes until we reached a small, secluded park. It had benches and flowers and a gorgeous view of the city. "We're here," I said with a smile.

"Where are we" Yuri asks with a confused look on his face. "It's a park. Duh?" I reply. "Well no shit, how do you know about it" he asks as we wander over to one of the benches. "When I was a kid my mom took me here. She studied abroad in Paris and told me it's where she would go to relax" I reply. "Ok, so why did you bring me here" he adds. "Because it's pretty, and quiet, and maybe it will get you to chill the fuck out because there's no way you're gonna do any better tomorrow if you keep bitching about your score" I chuckle. "I'm not bitching I'm just upset" he says as he rolls his eyes.

"Same thing" I reply. "You're really fucking annoying sometimes" He adds, his tone playful. I laugh, and a small smile appears on his face. "But seriously I don't get why you're so upset it's really not that bad" I reply, a more serious tone to my voice. "It's not bad, but it's not good either. It's first or nothing" he replies. "That's a little harsh don't you think?" I add. "Harsh is how you win" "But have you won?"

It's silent for a moment

"You can't be so hard on yourself Yuri," I say, softly placing my hand on his. He slides his hand from underneath. "I don't need you to tell me what I already know" he replies.

A good twenty minutes pass.

It's silent most of the time, but it's not an awkward silence, it's comforting. "I think we should head back," Yuri says, scooting to the edge of the seat. "I guess" I add, standing up from the bench.

When we arrive back at the hotel room, Lilia and Yakov have dinner on the table.

"You ordered?" I ask as I see plates of pasta and salads on the table. "Yes, come eat," Lilia says as she wipes her mouth with a napkin. I slip off my shoes and take a seat at the small table next to her. "Pasta? Didn't we have pasta like two nights ago?" Yuri says, referring to the restaurant. "The carbs are good for you" Lilia adds. Yuri shrugs and takes a bite.

After dinner, I excused myself from the table and went to shower.

  After showering, I went to my bed and laid down. Yuri was on his phone, the bright screen light fuzzy in the corner of my eye.

I could just barely make out what he was doing. He was texting Mila.

I sighed and rolled over onto my other side so I didn't have to witness any more than I already had. I actually had zero idea what he was texting her about, I just didn't want it to be about her.

That mystery girl. The girl who was apparently too special for him to tell me about. I hated her. I pulled myself out of my head and decided shitting on some rando I knew nothing about wasn't worth the time and I eventually fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to Yuri shaking me out of bed. "Get up asshole you're gonna make us late" he said as he aggressively shoved my body. "We're not gonna be late" I grunt as I sit up. "Yeah now we're not, because I woke you up" he adds as he walks over and sits back down on his bed. I sighed as I threw my head back against the headboard. I looked at the tiny alarm clock on my bedside table and saw it was 9:30. I practically flew out of bed and rushed to brush my teeth.

I can't believe I actually forgot to set my alarm.

I swiftly slicked my hair back into a tight bun and brushed on some dramatic makeup. By the time I finished, it was nearing 10:50 and I was starving. I grabbed a peach yogurt from the fridge and sat down at the table. "That's what you're having for breakfast?" He says with a judgmental look. "What's wrong with it?" I ask as I place a spoonful in my mouth. "You're gonna end up puking on the ice if you eat that," he added as he crossed his arms. "Literally how?" I reply. "Because it's most likely expired," he says as he leans against the wall. "What it's not-" I turn the cup around and look at the date listed just next to the barcode. It had expired a month ago. My eyes widened as I ran over to the sink and spat out the yogurt along with many peach chunks. In my hurry, I forgot about one of Lilia's only flaws. She doesn't believe in expiration dates. I could just barely hear Yuri laughing over the sound of the tap water rushing next to my ear. I turned off the faucet and wiped my tongue on a clean washcloth.

“Screw you” I say as I throw the piece of cloth at him. "Ew, you should be thanking me! If I hadn't told you I would've been holding your hair back while you blow peach chunks into the toilet," he says with a smug smile. "The only thing you're good for" I reply angrily. "Doing what? Telling you how not to get food poisoning?" He laughs. I groan as I sit down on my bed, accepting defeat. 85% of the time when I'm with Yuri, I want to bash my head into a wall. The other 15% of the time is when he's sleeping. Or when he shuts his fat mouth. Or when he's not talking to that random bitch on the phone. Or when he decides he actually wants to hang out with me. I am snapped out of my internal temper tantrum by Lilia busting through the door. "Kids let's go. I have snacks in the car we're late" she says as she shoves her head through the doorway. I grabbed my bag and headphones and headed out to the elevator with Lilia. When we got outside, Yakov was sitting in the car listening to the radio. We hopped into the car and Lilia started driving towards the rink. I popped on my headphones and listened to music on the ride there. At one point I briefly looked at the snacks Lilia packed, but decided I couldn't trust them after the incident this morning.

When we arrived, we followed the same steps as before, went in through the back doors, checked in, and headed up to the ballet rooms to stretch. The rink had a lonely feeling to it today, like a dark, dimly lit living room where the TV is playing but nobody’s there. I placed my bags down in the ballet room and started stretching. My stomach felt uneasy, probably because I hadn't eaten, and the pre-skating nerves weren't helping. I grabbed onto a chair and pulled my leg up, sucking in a deep breath between my teeth. I then turned and stretched the other side. Yuri was in the other corner, stretching in a straddle position. A while later, we finished stretching and headed down to the stands before the men's free program. I sat next to Yakov on the chilly bleachers and watched as the first group performed. Before I knew it, Yuri was on the ice. I watched as he danced; he almost looked like a different person. He was graceful and so beautiful, unlike his usual self. I caught myself staring for too long, and quickly averted my gaze. I knew that nobody could tell I was watching, but I almost felt flustered when I realized what I was doing. I took a sip of water as he finished up his program, gently tapping the side of the bottle instead of clapping to cancel out my recent staring dilemma. He doesn’t get that much credit. As he glided off the ice, I quickly stood up to congratulate him. "Nice performance," I say as I lean against the bleachers. "Well no shit it was nice" he replies as he swiftly squirts water into his mouth. "Are you sure? How do you know I wasn't just feeling charitable?" I say, clearly taken aback by his words. "Because you're never just “feeling charitable”" he says with a cocky smile as he walks off to the locker rooms. At that very moment, I realized that the Yuri on the ice and the real Yuri were two very different people. I scoffed and walked back to the women's locker room to meet Lilia before going on for my free program. "Y/N, how are you feeling?" She asks as she crosses her arms. "I'm ok..a little nauseous," I confess as I lean against the wall. "It's just the nerves, I'm sure you'll be fine," Lilia adds, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I softly smile and walk with her out to the rink entrance. They called for the women's group to warm up, and I took a sharp breath and went onto the ice to warm up. I went through the basic elements of my routine, popping a few of my jumps, but I knew it was just the nerves. When I stepped off the ice, Lilia handed me my water bottle, and I took a few sips before handing it back to her. I waited impatiently as I counted down the number of skaters before me. 5...then 4...then 3...then 2...then 1.. And finally, it was my turn. They announced my name, and I stepped onto the ice, having done this so many times that it was like second nature. I smiled and skated to the center of the ice before taking my starting pose. The music began, and I skated my routine, as per usual, but I couldn't help but feel nauseous.

I went into a spin and felt myself traveling, which wasn't a good sign. I'm also certain that I popped my double axel, and that didn't help my stomach either. As my program came to an end, I could feel my gut begin to churn. The second my music ended I bolted off the ice and ran straight into the women's restroom. I tripped over my toe pick and fell into one of the stalls, causing my knees to scrape against the rubber. I lean over the toilet and gag, but nothing comes up. A nasty pattern of dizziness, gagging, and sweating goes on for about 5 minutes until I hear footsteps enter the bathroom. I rest my clammy forehead on the toilet seat and hope it's my guardian angel coming to put me out of my misery.

"I brought you some medicine, Lilia said It would help with the nausea. She said to just let it sit under your tongue," an all too familiar voice says from behind me.

The person who entered the bathroom was, in fact, not my guardian angel but Yuri. I make an incoherent noise to signal my understanding, afraid that I'll gag if I open my mouth. I gently peel back the thin foil covering the drug and place it lightly under my tongue. After a few seconds, my nausea begins to lessen, however, not much later the foul taste of the medication hits my tongue. It tastes like mixed berries on crack and battery acid. If my nausea hadn't gone away, I'm sure I would've vomited on the spot. When I feel safe enough to speak again, I turn around on the floor and face Yuri.

"Thanks.." I mumble, wiping the cold sweat off my forehead.

"Are you sure you're done blowing chunks? I dont want to have to clean that up," he says as he leans against the doorframe.

"I haven't actually thrown anything up, I just keep gagging," I reply.

"Oh, so you were just being dramatic then. Also, didn't I literally say this was going to happen this morning? Thank god I didn't have to hold your hair," he adds with a bitter laugh.

"Ive literally been sweating my ass off, shaking, and gagging for the past like five minutes and you dont get to just walk in here and be like "oh so you're just being dramatic" when clearly im not," I spat, obviously annoyed.

"you know you have a fucking attitude problem right? Whatever get up off your ass were leaving," Yuri replied with a cold tone.

I slowly stood up onto my feet, but my legs started to give. I began falling forward, but Yuri caught me. He gently wrapped his arm underneath mine and grabbed my side, giving me extra support. He placed me down on a tiny bench near the exit of the bathroom and kneeled down infront of me.

"you didn't even think to take off your skates first?" he asks, the question clearly rhetorical, so I remained silent.

He began gently untying my skates, his fingers pulling at the delicate laces. I leaned my chin in the palm of my hand and secretly watched. Seeing him be so gentle almost made my heart flutter. He then slid my skates off my feet and stuffed the laces into the shoe.

"Do you need help getting up too?" he asked coldly.

"I'm not sure, I think I need your skinny twig arms to help me up!" I add sarcastically.

"your such a bitch" he scoffs as we walk out of the restroom.

"That was so unoriginal, -5 points" I reply, unimpressed by his insult.

"what the hell does that even mean" he adds, but before I can reply I’m cut off by Lilia.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought those yogurts!" she says as she engulfs me in a hug.

I assume Yuri informed her of the yogurt incident.

"It's ok.." I manage to squeeze out through the tight embrace.

"I'll get you whatever you want for dinner, and you can sleep in tomorrow our flight back home isn't until 5..but we do have a layover in London for a few hours so you might not be able to sleep on the plane..." Lilia adds, slowly forgetting what she was originally talking about. We walk outside into the moist air, and I hop into the backseat of the car.

Yuri sat to my left, and Yakov was already in the driver's seat. As the car started moving, I began to feel the toll my dry-heaving episode left on my body. My eyes felt heavy, and my seat was abnormally comfortable. I quickly dozed off and fell over to my left.

AN: This chapter is kinda butt. Sorry for the hiatus, high school has been a lot of work. Buttt I’m done my freshman year! (insert clapping). I have so many ideas for the summer and I can’t wait to write more. Thanks for reading!! - Lutz

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Okay, so I may or may not have written the rest of the new Going Gold chapter, and it may or may not have been deleted. (It was storming and my wifi went out.) Trust it will be coming out soon. I'm also working on a separate Yurio story about a beach trip, so stay tuned for those :p

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We love you and I hope you’re doing ok!

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I am SO SORRY for not posting, this school year has been super challenging and I’ve had to but all my free time into my studies. However, I have a lot of free time coming up and will most definitely be updating soon. ❤️

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This is gay

Real

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Young Monday

Chapter 1: Pilot

Synopsis: Your best friend and neighbor Carl Grimes asks you to form a band with him over summer break.

WC: 1.5k

On a sweaty Monday morning in King County, Georgia I had the misfortune of being cornered by my best friend at my locker after the eighth-period bell.

“Hey Y/N I got an idea,” Carl says as he rests his arm against the red metal locker beside mine.

“And what would that be?” I reply as I stuff my backpack full of binders and worn-down notebooks with torn covers.

“Hear me out…we start a band” he replies with a slight smile, leaving a pause between the phrases.

“Are you serious, how would we do that” I reply with a look of disbelief, shutting my locker and starting on the way to the exit doors.

“You play the drums, I play guitar, and we both can sing…you not so much..but it works out” he adds as he readjusts his backpack on his one shoulder, which he only does to make himself look cooler. However, it just makes him look stupid.

“Insulting me won’t get you anywhere Grimes, where would we practice? And we need other members” I reply as I push open the heavy metal doors into the humid Georgia air.

“I got Enid to play backup guitar and her boyfriend Ron can play bass,” he says as we make our way down the sidewalk.

“Alright..where would we practice?” I questioned, attempting to get him to say ‘I don’t know’ so I can rule out the absurd suggestion completely and go on about my day.

“We can rehearse in my garage, I’m sure my dad and Michonne won’t mind,” he says enthusiastically.

“Well..what about like performances and stuff?” I ask, running out of things to say.

“We can perform at the King's Hall, and the local bars, and festivals…and maybe even play that one venue in Atlanta” he replies, clearly having a well-thought-out plan.

The Kings Hall was a medium-sized outdoor venue in the center of the town, where local bands and musicians who grew up here would come back and play. It was a popular spot for dates and hangouts. But most people who played there were old country singers and jazz bands, and I would rather die than sing country.

Unfortunately, I was left with no rebuttals or objections, so I had no other option but to say yes.

“Fine but under two conditions. One, I get to pick two songs we play. Two, we will be singing alternatively. I don’t care if it’s rock, goth, or emo, and maybe the occasional pop song but I will NOT sing or play any country. Deal?” I say as I stop on the street corner, right before you’d turn onto the road to get to our houses. Which fortunately happened to only be a few down from each other.

“Deal” he replies with a mischievous smile.

Which leads us to the current, the week after, and the first official day of summer break. I now sit in a sweaty garage, in a black tank top and uncomfortable jeans shorts, on a wooden stool in Carl Grimes’ garage.

“Alright so, where do we start?” Carl says as he cracks open a can of Dr. Pepper.

Enid and Ron, who were sitting on a maroon couch that looked practically ancient, exchanged awkward glances.

“It was your idea Carl why don’t you decide where to start?” I say with an annoyed tone, as I was feeling incredibly crabby and wanted this “meeting” to be done with as soon as possible.

“Fine, what about band names?” He says as he slouches back into a collapsible blue lawn chair.

“What about ‘Carls nasty pit-stains’” I reply with fake enthusiasm, referring to the large sweat marks showing through the underarms of his light gray T-shirt.

“You’re not funny” he adds with an annoyed expression and an incredibly dramatic eye roll.

“What about something cool like ‘Young Monday’ because that’s when we started it?” Enid said with a shrug, an obvious unsureness in her tone.

“Actually…I kinda like that” Carl says with a pensive look, bringing a finger to his chin which made him look almost slightly intelligent.

I could honestly care less about what the name was, so I had no problems with it.

“I don’t have any objections” I reply as I mindlessly twirl one of my drumsticks, my chin resting in the palm of my unoccupied hand.

“Yeah I think it’s pretty sick” Ron adds as he slings his arm around Enid.

“Ron I am sweating so much right now and your arm is sticky, I might actually puke” she adds as she moves his arm away from her shoulder.

“Jeez fine” he dramatically retorts, with no actual hurt feelings.

“So Young Monday?” Carl asks as a final confirmation.

Everybody nodded, and there it was decided that our ‘band’ would be called Young Monday.

“Now that that’s out of the way, what are we playing?” He asks as he takes a long swig of his soda.

“I have my two songs” I reply with a slight smile, my mood increasing with the new subject.

“What are they?” He replies with interest.

“First we’re playing Fluorescent Adolescent..and Carl I know you can also play the drums so I’m singing Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer” I add with a grin, knowing he can’t decline my offer or he’d be down a drummer.

“Fine..but not every show,” he says with a sigh.

“Sounds good to me” I smile.

I had no interest in solo singing itself, but I knew it would piss off Carl so I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

“I would like to play something by Nirvana..what about you guys?” Carl adds, gesturing towards Enid and Ron.

“Uhh…Radiohead?” Ron suggests with a light shrug.

“Alright alright, Enid?”

“Uhh I don’t know I don’t listen to much alternative stuff” she adds as she taps on her phone, supposedly playing a game.

Her answer confused me, why would she want to play in an alternative band if she had no interest in alternative music?

I assumed she didn’t know about the chosen genre and left it at that.

“Alright..I’ll look into some songs, I’m sweating balls so I’m going inside. I know you guys were gonna go out to lunch” he gestures towards Enid and Ron.

“So..Y/N is stuck picking songs with me,” Carl says as he folds up his lawn chair.

“Alright man I’ll see you later,” Ron says as he and Enid walk out of the garage, Enid giving a silent wave goodbye.

“Do I really have to help pick out songs” I mumble as I place my drumsticks down on my stool.

“Yes you do, plus weren’t you the one complaining about what we could and couldn’t play?” He adds shutting the garage and cracking open the door to his house.

I roll my eyes and reluctantly follow him inside. I felt the cool air surround me, quickly relieving me of my crabby heat-driven attitude.

When I stepped inside I saw Michonne on the couch watching something on the TV, and Judith playing with some abnormally large plastic Legos on the floor.

“Hello Y/N, how was the band rehearsal?” She chuckles, an unserious tone in her voice.

“Sweaty” I reply with a chuckle as I follow Carl upstairs to his room.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been in Carl's room, as we had been friends practically as long as we’d been in school.

His room smelled of clean laundry and old spice deodorant, a combination I found to be strangely comforting.

I plopped down into his gaming chair and started spinning around as he sprawled out onto his bed.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled his phone out, then swiftly opened up the ‘Notes’ app.

“So, where do we start?” He asks.

After a few hours, and multiple excruciatingly long debates, we landed on a list of artists.

“So Radiohead, Arctic Monkeys, TV Girl, The Neighborhood, Cigarettes After Sex, and Nirvana” Carl lists, satisfied with their conclusion.

“Don’t you think Nirvana stands out?” I ask as I spin towards him in his chair.

“Don’t you think ‘Kiss Me’ stands out?” He replied with a sassy look, one that always manages to get under my skin.

“Fine,” I said as I stumbled out of the chair.

“I’m going home, text me a list of songs you’re thinking of doing. I need to make sure they don’t suck” I added, already halfway out his door.

“Whatever, cya later.” He replies while dramatically rolling off his bed.

I shut the door behind me and started on my way back home, making sure to thank Michonne for having me before I left.

I was unable to tell whether or not this was going to last longer than a few weeks, but Carls's enthusiasm had me in a chokehold. So no matter what the outcome is, I’m stuck with it.

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It’s December and my love for Yuri on ice is coming back..expect new content 😈

If honors bio dosent kill me

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Zombies and puke

SYNOPSIS: most of the time when you’re bedridden, you’ve been injured or bitten, so it’s pretty embarrassing for Carl to be in with a stomach bug.

WC: 1.1k

!!Vomit/Emetephobia warning!!

On a normal Sunday morning, you could catch Carl grimes out on watch, or on the porch with Judith, but not today.

As I walked down the sunny streets of Alexandria I walked by the grimes’ house, which was looking particularly unlively today. As i made my way around the corner, I saw Rick walking out onto the street.

“Hey..sorry to bother you but where’s Carl, we were supposed to be on watch today?” I ask my boyfriend’s father.

“Oh he’s not feelin' too good…ate somethin' bad. Nothin' serious though, he should be fine. I was about to go out on a run to look for some medicine.” He says as he stops in his tracks, turning around to face me.

“I think he might want some company though” he smiles with a light chuckle.

I nod and carefully step up onto the porch.

“Good luck on your run!” I say as I gently creak open the front door.

Rick smiles back and swiftly turns around to jump inside his car.

As soon as I stepped inside I heard the sounds of violent coughing echoing from the upstairs bathroom, located just outside of Carls' bedroom.

I climbed up the stairs and opened the door to see him leaned over the toilet, his head resting weakly on the bare toilet seat.

“Hey..” I said as I quietly walked in.

“..Hi” he said with a scratchy voice, followed by a few coughs.

“Stomach bug?” I ask as I take a seat next to him on the floor.

“I think I ate something bad..”

I chuckle slightly.

“Your hair is all in your face” I smile as I gently pull his hair back into a bun, but soon realized there were no hairties within my vicinity.

"do you have any hairties?" I ask as I lay his long hair back down onto his neck, combing it out of his face with my fingers.

"I think there are some in my room.." he replies softly.

"alright, ill be right back. if you need anything, just call for me ok?" i whisper softly as i gently pop up onto my feet and leave the room.

i quietly exit and slip into his bedroom, which was plain except for the many comic books and the occasional photos of us he had taped to the wall.

i made my way over to his dresser and opened the top door, which was filled to the brim with random items and trinkets. i quickly dug through the mess and pulled out a bright purple, stretched out hairtie.

i shut the drawer and made my way back into the bathroom where carl sat.

“Thank you baby..” he says as he turns his head sideways, smiling at me.

“No problem” I reply as i gently comb his hair back into a ponytail.

“You think you got it all out?” I add as I carefully rub his back.

“Yea..that was the first time I’ve puked in a while” he replies with a weak cough.

“Wanna try and lay in bed?” I asked.

“Yea..” he answers as he slowly stumbles to his feet.

I carefully wrap my arm around his shoulder and help him to his bedroom.

A majority of his weight is on me,making it hard to move.

Slowly, we stumbled our way into the room.

I pull the comforter off the corner and gently sit him down onto the bed, placing his trash can next to it as a precaution.

He slides down into the comfy sheets, gently sinking into the soft mattress.

I lift up the comforter and place it on top of him.

“Need anything else?” I ask as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Mm lay with me..” he says with a sleepy tone.

“Lay?” I chuckle.

“Mhm..” he hums as he grabs my hand and lightly tugs on it.

I playfully roll my eyes and climb onto the other side of the bed.

He slides over and gently snakes his arms around my waist, pulling himself into my chest.

“Are you always this clingy when you’re sick?” I laugh.

“Mm maybe…” he mumbles.

I smile and softly place my hand to brush his bangs away from his forehead.

“You’re clammy” I whisper.

“Well I just puked up my breakfast” he chuckles lowly.

“Atleast you don’t have a fever” I add with a hopeful smile.

“You want any water? You’ve got to be dehydrated” I ask as I gently comb my fingers through his hair.

“Yea but later..” he muttered.

“Later?” I smile.

“I want you here” he adds.

“I guess I’ll grab you some while you’re sleeping” I chuckle.

“You’re really gonna leave me while I’m sleeping? What if I get sick again?” He complains.

“You’ll be fine, you puked five other times without me” I playfully protest.

He groans into his pillow.

“Now sleep” I add as I softly rub his back.

“Oh no now you’re rushing me so you can leave?” He jokes.

“You’re ridiculous” I laugh.

Soon enough, the long haired boy in question was sound asleep on my chest.

I gently slid him off and onto the pillow beside me, and placed a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead.

i quietly slipped out of the room and tiptoed down the creaky stairs, weary of making any noise.

The lights in the kitchen flickered on and I pulled out a pot from under the sink. I gently filled it up with whatever soup I could find..which just so happened to be chicken noodle soup..and left it on the stove to simmer.

While that was cooking, I filled up a water bottle with ice water and placed it off to the side.

After the soup was done cooking I poured it into a bowl and carefully brought it up the stairs.

I slowly creeped around the corner, unsure if he’s awake or not.

His eyes flickered open as I entered the room.

“Good morning” I joke.

“..you made me food?” He asks as he rubs his eyes, slowly adjusting to the light.

“I found some soup in the pantry” I say as I place the warm bowl onto his lap.

“thank you..” he smiles, adjusting himself to sit up against the headboard.

“And I brought your water..would you consider now to be later?” I chuckle as I place it next to him on the bed.

“Ha ha” he says sarcastically as he sips the soup.

“It’s really good..I really appreciate this..” he adds with a shy, but genuine tone.

“Of course” I reply as I comfortingly rub his arm with my thumb.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Unlikely 𓇢𓆸

SYNOPSIS: Tooru Oikawa has kissed many girls, but kisses don’t mean much do they?

WC: 0.7k

Flufftober fic 1: first kiss

TOORU OIKAWA - a boy with a reputation larger than him. He’s a “lady’s man”, the kinda guy you’d swoon over at the mall, a guy with all the girls he could ever dream of having.

Unfortunately, with such a high reputation comes high standards.

Standards in which I certainly do not meet.

The moment flys by me as I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Y/N?” My friend asks with a concerned look.

“Hm?” I reply as I looked up at her, regaining my consciousness.

I was in school.

“I don’t get this part…what’s slope?” She said as she intently looked down at her paper, searching for answers she couldn’t seem to find.

“You have to grab the points” I say as I gesture down to her paper.

“Ohhhh” she reply’s.

“Anyway, you still wanna go to the game later? I heard Oikawas got something up his sleeve, it being so close to the end of the season and all” she says with a giddy smile.

“Why would I want to go watch him get swarmed by a bunch of chicks” I reply, scribbling an answer onto my paper.

“Oh please you wish you were them” she jokes.

“Whatever” I add as I roll my eyes.

“But I seriously think you have a shot with him!” She adds excitedly.

“Don’t get my hopes up it’s not worth it” I sigh.

“He tries to talk to you all the time, you just ignore him” she adds while drawing little hearts on the corners of her paper.

“When has he ever tried to talk to me?” I reply with a confused expression.

“Yesterday in the library he asked you to show him where the fiction books were, and then asked you what your favorite was” she says with a deadpan tone.

“He just needed help, that’s totally different” I argue.

“Yea and asking for your favorite was totally necessary, and he got the book too!” She exclaims.

“Maybe he’s a book enthusiast” I suggest.

“When has he read anything ever, also I can name like a hundred other times he’s talked to you!” She practically screams, which was followed by the loud ringing of the bell.

“Just please come to the game!” She begs as I grab my books.

“Fine but you have to get me something from the concessions” I laugh.

“Deal” she happily replies as we walk out of the classroom.

The day flew by me, and before I knew it I was walking up unstable bleachers in a humid gym.

“So wait who are we playing again?” I ask as I stuff my face with compensation chips.

“Karasuno I think” my friend says as she plops down into the spot next to me.

“It should be a good game then” I add as I watch the teams warm up.

I wasn’t really interested in the game at all. I mean with minimal volleyball knowledge, I could just barely make out what was happening.

I wasn’t really focused on the game though.

Just his entourage of girls at the bottom of the bleachers.

I scoffed.

The score was 3-2, we won by a hair.

“Damn that was a close game, can’t believe we won though!” My friend said as we walked into the cool outdoor air.

“You sure you don’t need a ride?” She asked.

“Yea I’m good” I replied.

“Alright I’ll cya!” She added as she walked to her car.

“Hey Y/N!” An unfamiliar voice said from behind me.

“Uh..hi?” I said as I slowly turned around.

Oikawa was standing behind me.

“What did you think of the game?” He asked.

“Oh I uh..I thought it was good. You played well” I replied nervously.

“Anyway I wanted to ask you about something” he says, the tone turning slightly more serious.

“Oh what’s up?” I reply with a concerned look.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” He says as he leans against the brick gymnasium wall.

“Uh..no..no I haven’t” I hesitate.

“Would you like to?” He says with a cocky grin.

“I-I don’t know..I mean why would you wanna kiss me.?” I stutter, my face completely pink.

“Because I like you, and I wanna kiss you?” He says as he steps forward, placing a gentle hand on my side.

“So what do you say?” He whispers softly in my ear.

“I wouldn’t mind..” I replied, feeling my heart betting out of my chest.

He smiles, and abrupy pulls me in.

His calloused hands had a tight grip on my waist as his soft lips pressed against mine.

As we slowly pulled apart, all words left my brain.

“So I guess this is my way of asking you out” he winks.

“What do you say?”

“Yea…yea I’d love to”

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Chapter 12 is a WIP !! 🧟‍♀️

Rizz

[glassofspoiledmilk]

OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT THAT YOU WRITE FOR YURI ON ICE I AM LITERALLY STARVED OF CONTENT YOU ARE MY LORD AND SAVIOR I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Anyway if it isn't a bother I'd like to request a yuri plisetsky x reader who can't ice skate for the life of them. Like imagine him trying to get the reader on the ring but they are so scared they will literally gran onto anything there is just to not go on the centre of the ring. I'd like for it to be romantic. Thank your for your service for the yuri on ice fandom

Icebreaker

But I can’t help (falling) in love with you

Synopsis: Yuri is your boyfriend, and a famous figure skater, but you’ve never step foot on ice before.

Note: sorry it’s not perfect, trying to ease my way back into writing 😣

You’d probably assume that from all the times I’ve sat through Yuris practices and competitions that I’d pick up a thing or two about figure skating. Unfortunately, I haven’t.

Every time he’s asked me to go skating I’ve turned him down, partially because I’m afraid of making a fool of myself, and partially because I’m awful at it. The only time I’ve ever been on the ice was when I was two and I tried going on with sneakers and fell back and needed stitches. Not fun. But this time I couldn’t blow him off like usual.

“Hey Y/N, there’s an open skate this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to come since you said you were free” his text message read.

I stared at my phone, hoping either the message would change or I would come up with a miraculous excuse to not go.

But I had nothing, so I decided to finally give in.

“Sure…but fair warning I suck at skating” I message him back.

“You can’t be that bad, I’ve watched kids face-plant the second they get on the ice” he replies.

“I am those kids” I add.

“Don’t be dramatic I’m sure you’re fine, meet me at 12 on Saturday. I borrowed a pair of Milas old skates so you don’t have to use the shitty rentals” he sends.

“Wow, what a gentleman” I reply sarcastically.

“I think what you mean to say is thank you” he adds.

“Thank you Yuri” I text back, rolling my eyes.

“You’re welcome”

I shut off my phone and groan, rubbing my eyes slowly.

The unfortunate day came before I knew it.

I had completely forgotten about the date until I got a text from Yuri about it last night.

After accepting my fate I got up and changed into a somewhat comfortable yet flexible outfit, and a pair of sneakers.

I suddenly hear a ‘ding’ come from my phone.

It’s Yuri.

“Still on for today?”

“Yep” I replied reluctantly.

I walked outside and over to a local coffee shop, hoping that a little caffeine would help settle my nerves.

After grabbing my order I started on my way to the rink.

I sighed and opened the door.

I’m older now, it can’t be that bad right?

I walked inside and felt the cold air fill my lungs. I looked into one of the doors that led to the ice and saw a bunch of kids zooming around.

“Y/N?”

I whip my head around to see Yuri behind me.

“Oh hey, Yuri..you scared the crap out of me” I reply with a slight shake in my voice.

“I paid for our tickets and..”

He lifts up a pair of beat up skates.

“These are for you”

“Thanks” I take the pair and he opens the door for me.

We sit down on the hockey bleachers and I slip off my shoes.

I picked up the right skate and slid my foot in, which was harder than I thought it would be.

I picked up the two laces and tried to figure out how to tie them, but I kept making knots.

“Do you need help?” Yuri asks.

“Um….yea” I awkwardly admit.

He gets down on his knee and gently lifts my foot, resting it on his thigh.

In a few swift movements, I find my skates fully tied.

I smile, my cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment.

He stands up once more and holds out his hand.

“You ready?” He asks.

“I think..” I hesitate as I grab ahold of his hand.

“You’ll be fine..just try to keep your balance,” he says as he slowly walks me to the entrance of the rink.

He stepped onto the ice and gently pulled me on.

As soon as his hand moved I could feel my feet slipping from underneath me.

“Shit!” I say I feel myself start to fall back.

However, my fall is broken by Yuri's arm.

I exhaled a breath as I realized I was safe.

“Stay leaning forward, and bend your knees,” Yuri said as his arm snaked away from my waist.

“I got you” he softly whispers as he takes ahold of my hands.

I sigh and carefully move forward, slowly, but surely, getting the hang of it.

“Now that you can go forward, do you wanna go backward?” He asked with a devious grin.

“Oh nonono Yuri I don’t think I can do that I mean-“ I replied, but was cut off mid-sentence by Yuri skating behind me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

“Yuri! I'm gonna fall!” I laugh as he gently guides me backwards.

“You’re fine, you’re such a baby” he laughs as he tucks his head into the crook of my neck.

I laugh with him.

As the skate came to an end, Yuri helped me off the rink and onto the bench.

“So what did you think?” He asks and he bends down to untie my skates.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” I said with a smile.

“I’m glad, and you did a lot better than most people do their first time” he adds.

“That’s all thanks to you” I chuckle and he slips both skates off my feet.

“What would you ever do without me?” He chuckles as I lean down and place a gentle kiss on his forehead.

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Going Gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 11 | France Short Program : TW language

"What are you gonna get?" I asked him with a smile.

"I don't know, maybe like a latte ?" He said as he picked up his menu.

"I'm gonna get a hot chocolate" I added happily.

"You're such a child" he replied lightheartedly.

I rolled my eyes.

Soon a waiter came by and took our orders.

"You excited for the short program tomorrow?" I asked him, resting my head on my hand.

"I'm excited to score higher than you" he laughed.

"Yea in your dreams asshole"

"But to be honest I'm a little nervous, I really wanna have a good start to the season" I add.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, but obviously not as good as me" he replies.

"Is everything you say backhanded" I say.

"I can't help but say the truth" he adds with a cocky smile.

"Here you guys go!" The waiter says as she places down our drinks down on the table.

"Thank you!" I say as she turns to walk away.

I lift up the hot chocolate and lightly blow to cool it off.

Ding!

I heard the message notification come from yuris phone.

I watched as he picked it up and start rapidly typing.

"Who ya texting?" I ask.

"Nobody" he says coldly.

Could that be her? The girl he wants to ask out?

I quickly shut my mouth after the realization.

I took a sip of my hot chocolate, but it burnt my tongue.

"Shit" I whispered as I covered my mouth.

"What happened?" He asks looking at me from behind his phone.

"Nothing I’m fine” I replied, my voice monotone.

My expression sank, and I sat swirling the small spoon in my hot chocolate until Yuri finished texting.

"Ugh" he groaned as he dropped his phone onto the table.

"Whats wrong?" I asked noticing the sudden change of mood.

"Nothing" he said as he rested his palm on his forehead.

I decided not to pry, mostly because I didn't wanna hear Yuri talk about some other girl, but also because I really didn't know what to say.

"Why don't we head back, it's getting kinda late" I suggested as I put my hand on his, plastering a fake smile on my face.

"Yea..we should get going" he said as he quickly slid his hand away from mine, his face now a light shade of pink.

I pulled a few Euros out of my bag and walked up to the register with Yuri.

"Here" I said as I handed the waitress the money.

"Thank you, come again!" She said as we turned to leave.

We stepped out of the café and started walking back down the steps of the mall.

The entire time we were walking back to the hotel it was silent. Occasionally Yuri would get a text notification but other than that no words were shared.

When we reached the hotel we knocked on our room and Lilia quickly opened the door.

"You guys were out way too late! If the two of you perform badly at the short program tomorrow because you're tired you will be in serious trouble!” she lectured as we stepped through the door.

I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a pair of silk pajamas, which I only wear before competitions.

I walked into the bathroom to change. I quickly slipped out of my clothes and into the new ones.

I sat down on the toilet like usual and wiped off my makeup. I put on a face mask and walked out of the bathroom and plopped down onto my bed. I was both mentally and physically exhausted, I plugged my phone in next to my suitcase and immediately fell asleep.

beep beep

my alarm clock buzzed in my ear. I sluggishly rolled over and yanked my phone off the charger to checked the time.

'7:30 AM'

I scoffed and sat up on my bed.

I looked over and saw Yuri eating at the small table in the corner of the room, Lilia and yakov no where to be found.

"..where are Lilia and Yakov?" I ask, my voice raspy.

"They went to go pick up some stuff" he replied, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

I unlocked my phone and took in a deep breath.

Today marks the first competition of the series, and the first chance I have at getting a lead in the bet.

Yuri competes before me, so at least I'll have an idea of what I'll have to beat before I go on.

I walked into the bathroom and lathered my face in cleanser, like I did every morning.

While I was rinsing my face in the sink I heard the hotel door open and slam shut.

Lilia and yakov were back.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw them placing food onto the table yuri was sitting at.

"What is this shit" Yuri said as he picked up one of the containers.

"It's a yogurt parfait, and do not use such foul language with me" Lilia scolded.

I sat down across from Yuri and grabbed one of the yogurts.

I took off the plastic lid and shoved a big spoonful into my mouth.

"What's it taste like" Yuri asks, giving me a confused look.

"Vanilla yogurt, granola, and berries?" I reply giving him a look.

As soon as I finish my sentence he takes the spoon out of his cereal and takes a spoonful of my yogurt and huffs it down.

"What the fuck Yuri!" I hissed.

"I just wanted to try it" he adds rolling his eyes.

"Well now your spit is in my yogurt!" I exclaim.

"You'll live" he replied, slouching back in his chair.

I grabbed a paper towel and scooped up any part of yogurt he might’ve touched.

“Yuck” I thought as I threw the towel into the trash.

After I finished my yogurt I started to get ready for the competition.

I walked over to the tiny closet in the corner of the room and grabbed out my short program dress. It was red with lots of black lace and jeweling.

I snatched up the dress and a of a pair of tan fleece tights. i stepped into the bathroom and slid on the clothes. I started brushing out my hair, and then slicking it back into a tight bun.

I opened the drawer connected to the sink and pulled out my makeup bag. I layered on primer, foundation, concealer, contour, and blush and then dusted my eyes with a black eyeshadow.

I drew on a sharp wing of eyeliner and then lightly dusted my face with glittery setting spray.

I unlocked the door to the bathroom and walked out.

"What took you so long" Yuri whines.

"I was getting ready??" I reply matter-of-factly.

"I could never spend that much time getting ready" he adds as he passes me, entering the bathroom.

"Yea don't worry we can tell" I scoff.

He huffs and angrily slams the door.

"I HATE YOU" He yells from inside the room.

"The feelings mutual" I reply, making my way over to my suitcase.

I pulled out my team jacket, which was red, white, and blue and had 'RUSSIA' spelled out across the front.

I unzipped the front and layered it over my dress.

It covered almost the entirety of dress, only leaving the skirt showing.

I plopped down onto my bed and scrolled on my phone for the time being.

About five minutes later I heard the bathroom door creek open.

Yuri stepped out of the room wearing a black, almost suit like outfit with a fancy desgin on the sleeves and chest.

He had his hair fully slicked back into a ponytail, and I won't lie, he didnt look awful.

I turned my attention back onto my phone and saw a new message from Mila appear on my screen.

My heart sank, as memories from yesterday came flooding back in.

I took in a deep breath and pressed on the message.

"Good luck today"

The message read.

"Thanks”

I replied as I quickly exited out of the conversation.

I sighed and threw my head back onto my pillow.

"Y/N were leaving soon"

I looked down at my phone and saw the time was 12:30.

I quickly sprung up from the bed and slid on my sneakers.

I grabbed my bag and put on my headphones and waited until everyone was ready to leave.

Lilia lead the way out of the room, as Yakov, Yuri, and I followed out.

When we reached the car I hopped into the back and Yuri sat next to me like he always did.

Lilia parked the car in the section reserved for the competitors and we entered through the back doors of the rink.

"Names please" a lady sitting at a plastic table said sternly.

"Yuri plisetsky and Y/N L/N" Lilia spoke.

"Your all checked in" she said, allowing us to enter.

The rink looked different than it did yesterday, it felt bigger, more intimidating. I gulped and walked over to the stairs leading to the ballet rooms.

I opened the door to the room and tossed down my bag and started warming up.

"Make sure you two stretch and run through your programs on the floor, I have to go and check myself in. Behave." Lilia said as she made a swift exit from the room.

I sat down on the floor and started stretching.

I could feel the pressure starting to get to me, my heart was beating out of my chest and I could feel my stomach in my ass.

"Are you ok?" Yuri asks.

"Huh" I say as I snap back to reality.

"Are you ok?" He repeats.

"Oh yea I'm fine" I say, exhaling my breath.

"You suck at lying, what's wrong" he says, sitting down across from me.

"I'm just nervous...It's the first competition and I don’t wanna mess it up” I reply.

“if it goes wrong you still have time to turn it around" he says as he slides into a split.

"Yea I guess, but there's just so many people.." I add, as I stretch my straddle.

"those people don't matter, who gives a shit about them. I'm the only one who you should listen to" he says as he scoffs.

"And why should I do that?" I reply with a laugh.

"Because I said so?" He adds as he rolls his eyes.

We continued stretching in silence until Lilia came back from registration.

Lilia groaned as she entered the room.

"Why can't anyone do their job I mean does it really take you 15 minutes to check my damn papers. I have skaters to prepare!" She yells.

Yuri and I look at each other in confusion.

"I trust the two of you are stretched because I cannot deal with anymore incompetence today" Lilia said as she sat down in a plastic chair near the corner of the room.

I nodded.

"Good. Y/N run through your program. please." she added as she rubbed her temples in frustration.

I got up from the floor and got into position.

Performing for Lilia and Yuri was a breeze, they watch my programs all the time. But would I be able to perform the same infront of hundreds of people?

I heard the speakers click just before my music started.

I took in a sharp breath and began my program.

I huffed as I took my final position.

I looked over to Lilia, to see her reaction.

"Not bad, however you're missing that emotion from the other day. You need to resurface that to win" she bluntly said.

But I didn't want to think about that, hell I was avoiding it like the plague.

I just nodded and sat down.

She called Yuri to start his program and I took a sip of my water.

I don't even know how i would feel that again, I mean it was kindve an 'in the moment' thing.

But I had to do it regardless, because I need to win no matter what.

Before I knew it, it was time for the men's short program. I sat on the bleachers next to yakov, Lilia was somewhere with Yuri getting him ready.

Around 30 minutes go by and we're almost finished with group one.

I watched as the last person skated, I felt a twinge of anxiety knowing Yuri was in the next group.

And that I was competing in about an hour.

The Zamboni cleared the ice, and I saw Yuri and Lilia enter the main area out of the corner of my eye.

"Group 2s warm up starts now, you have 7 minutes." A lady said over the loudspeaker.

I watched as Yuri stepped onto the ice and skated around the perimeter. As he started warming up his jumps, I felt myself grow anxious.

I leaned back in my chair and took a breath.

After the seven minutes were up, the first person in group two started his program.

The programs flew by and before I knew it, it was Yuris turn to skate.

I watched as he unzipped his jacket and handed it to Lilia.

She leaned into his ear and whispered something.

He looked like he'd seen a ghost, but gave lilia a slight nod before he was interrupted by the announcer.

"Representing Russia, here is Yuri Plisetsky!" The lady said as Yuri skated towards the center of the ice.

My heart was beating out of my chest as the arena fell silent.

The moments before the music started were always the worst.

All of a sudden, the speakers flick on and the music started.

I watched as he skated, my breath hitching on every turn and jump.

He looked abnormally nervous.

I'd seen him get anxious before competing, but never during his actual program.

I wonder what Lilia said.

But on the bright side, he looked really into the music. Like you could feel it radiating off of him, which was also not normal.

As he took his final position the crowd erupted into applause.

I clapped as Yakov stood up to go meet him and Lilia at the kiss and cry.

On one of the TVs I saw him pop up. He was drenched in sweat and had a cat plushie in his lap. Lilia was talking to him, but once again I couldn't tell what she was saying.

"And now the score for Yuri Plisetsky" the announcer said.

I gulped and stared at the screen.

"98.75"

He shrugged and made a face at the average score.

I mean average for him at least.

On another note, how the hell am I supposed to beat that!

I groaned and slapped my face.

Moments later Lilia, Yakov, and Yuri came back and sat down on the bleachers with me.

"Have fun beating that" Yuri teased.

"Psssht I could beat that in my sleep" I replied, rolling my eyes with false confidence.

"Yea ok, I'd like to see you try" he added leaning towards me.

"Fine! I'll put your shitty score to shame!" I replied angrily, also leaning towards him.

"That's enough! you two are so immature!" Lilia scolded.

I huffed and slouched back into my seat.

"Y/N we need to start stretching. You're up third in the second group" Lilia adds getting up from her seat.

"Alright..." I sighed as I stood up and followed her off the bleachers.

We walked into an iscolated area behind the rink.

I stretched out my splits and warmed up my jumps.

Before I knew it, the first group was done and I had to get out on the ice soon.

"Y/N..whatever happened the other day I need it to happend again" she said as she walked me out to the ice.

"Group 2s warm up starts now, you have seven minutes" the lady says once again.

I stepped onto the ice and skated around the perimeter. I started working on my jumps, feeling the ice once again.

I wasnt happy with Lilia's comment, but I trust she knows what she's talking about.

I knew what I had to do.

After I got off the ice, and moments before I went on for my program, I grabbed my phone and re-read the messages.

They seemed more real than ever before, maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the anxiety, but I have never felt something so strong in my life.

"Good luck" Lilia whispered in my ear as I stepped out onto the ice.

"Representing Russia, here is Y/N L/N!" The announcer spoke as i stepped onto the ice.

People clapped from all around the stadium, but I really felt nothing from it.

My breathing was erratic and my heart was pounding as the music started.

Then I found myself in a state of nothingness.

I felt light and calm as I continued through my program, the music guiding me along the ice. I felt slightly uncomfortable with how calm I was, given the intense state I had found myself in moments before.

I landed all of my jumps and as I took my final steps in the program the crowd erupted into cheers.

I relaxed out of my final pose and skated off the ice.

"That was almost perfection Y/N, you did well" Lilia said with a slight smile.

I smiled back and walked towards the kiss and cry.

"Wow I'm surprised you didn't shit your pants out there" a way too familiar voice said behind me.

"You're such a comedian Yuri" I reply with an eye roll.

I step onto the kiss and cry platform and sit next to Yakov, who had the same cat plushie with him from earlier.

I held my breath as I waited for the scores

"And the score for Y/N L/N...94.01"

The crowd cheered and I pulled Yakov into a big hug.

"A new personal best!" He says happily.

I get up and walk over to Yuri.

"Guess who just scored a new personal best!" I rub in his face.

"And yet your personal best isn't even close to my average score" he scoffs.

"Whatever, I'm still winning because I'm in first and you're in third!" I laugh.

"We'll see where you place after the free skate loser" he adds as he sticks his tongue out at me.

"You're disgusting" I laugh.

[glassofspoiledmilk]

I just finished reading chapter 2 of ‘I love you, Spencer Reid’ and omggggg it was so good, I loved it! Can’t wait for the next chapters!🩷

AHH TYSM!! 💞💞💞

He’s such a cutie!

[glassofspoiledmilk]

I love you, Spencer Reid

Chapter 2, warnings: language, violence, death, murder, abuse

WC: 1.1k , Pt1

Tag list: @mega-kittyglitter-1

There laid a severed, scorched head in the box on the table. I flinched and covered my mouth. The face was completely unrecognizable.

I can hear the faint sound of Spencer talking in the distance as I try to choke back the vomit in my throat.

I walked away from the counter and collapsed onto my couch, my heart beating rapidly. I gripped the pillow and covered my mouth.

Spencer covered up the box and sat down next to me.

"Y/N its uh- it's gonna be ok. We're gonna find whoever did this" he hesitantly whispers, unsure of what to say.

"How is this going to be ok? There's a head in my dining room!" I spat out, my hand sliding from my mouth up to my forehead.

"I'm going to call Hotch" Spencer says as he picks up his phone.

Before I knew it the entire BAU and police department were in my apartment.

I was ushered outside by Hotch and Morgan for questioning.

"What exactly happened when you found the package?" Hotch asks me as I sit down on the steps just outside the complex.

"I-I came home from the Bureau and found the package but something felt off..so I took the note from under the ribbon and it had a creepy Shakespeare quote which I would later learn had to do with the..head..inside, but I called over Spencer because I was scared and that's when we opened it" I say, shivering after every word.

"Spencer told me when you were in middle school you were in Shakespeare, could this be connected?" He asks.

"I..I don't know, it could be but we never did Hamlet" I said as I wiped the sweat off my forehead.

"I just need to sleep and I'll be able to make the best profile I can by tomorrow afternoon" I say as I look up at him.

"I'm sorry Y/N but you're a victim, therefore you are a part of our victimology and I cannot allow you to work on this case" he says sternly.

"But hotch! This case is centered around me, I-If I don't do something more people are going to die and I will not let that happen" I plead.

"The case being centered around you is exactly why we can't have you on it, my decision is final" Hotch glares.

"Listen Y/N I get this is hard but I promise we're gonna find whoever did this to you" Morgan says with a glimpse of hope.

"So while you're out there doing whatever the hell you're doing I'm supposed to sit here and wait for another head to turn up!?" I yell, standing up from the stairs.

"What happens if he decides he wants to send my head to one of you while I'm here, vulnerable and alone!" I add.

"We will have an agent with you at all times" Hotch assures me.

"Who?" I ask.

"You can have Spencer or Penelope" he adds.

"I want Spencer" I reply.

"Very well then" Hotch says before he and Morgan walk back to the black suburban.

I laid my hand on my forehead as I started walking back into my apartment. Almost everyone had left, besides a few CSI workers testing the carpet outside my door.

And Spencer.

"I just uh..got a call from Hotch that I'm supposed to be staying with you until we catch the unsub right?" He asks, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah..hotch said I could have another agent with me" I say as I enter my apartment.

"So uh- do you think I could go home and back some bags?" He asks with a slight smile.

“Oh yeah..would you mind if I came with you tho I don’t feel too safe on my own right now” I confess, slightly ashamed of my cowardice.

“That’s fine just don’t mind my apartment is slightly messy” he replies as we walk back outside.

I hop into the passenger seat of his car and we drive a few miles away to his apartment.

The car ride was filled with quick conversations and yawns .

“I don't mean to be a bother but do you think we could sleep at my house..I’m a little too tired to pack right now..” Spencer says as he rubs his tired eyes.

“I don’t mind” I reply with a quick yawn.

“I think I have some pajamas and there’s a pull-out on my couch so I think we’ll be ok..” he adds.

“Sounds good” I mumble, resting my head on hand.

When we enter his apartment it looks very neat and smells of old books and coffee.

He locks the door behind him and resets his alarm system.

I stand tiredly in front of his door as he runs into his bedroom, soon returning with a sweatshirt and pants.

“I don’t know if these will fit too well but they should be ok for tonight..” he says shyly, handing me the clothes.

“Thanks..” I rub my eyes as he leads me to his bathroom.

“You can change in here if you want..I’ll just be setting up the pullout” he adds as he opens the door for me.

I slowly walk inside and flick on the light switch, the bright light hurting my eyes.

I slip out of my work clothes and fold them on the sink before stepping into the comforting pair of sweats. I walk back out and see the pullout bed on the floor neatly made and decorated with pillows.

“I know it’s not too big but I think it’s better than just the couch” he says as he adjusts the comforter.

“Thank you Spencer really, you didn’t have to” I say with a sleepy smile.

“No need to thank me, just doing my job” he replies with his signature straight smile.

“Well goodnight..try and get as much sleep as you can, if you need me I’ll just uh be in here” he says as he points to his bedroom.

“Goodnight Spencer” I reply as I climb onto the bed.

He slightly nods his head in acknowledgment before walking off into his bedroom.

I pull the warm covers on top of me and try my best to preoccupy myself with thoughts other than the severed head found earlier.

Which was not working, but who could blame me.

However, soon enough I felt my eyelids start to get heavy, and I softly rested my head on a pillow and went to sleep.

[glassofspoiledmilk]

I love you Spencer Reid

Chapter 1, warnings: language, violence, death, murder, abuse

WC: 1.2k Pt2

(I’m trying to summon the criminal minds fandom with this post (please send requests))

"You ungrateful bitch!" My mother yells as I feel the cold, clammy backside of her hand slap against my face.

I fly back against the ground, banging my head into the wall next to me. The man next to her, whom I had never seen before, was smoking a cigarette.

He seems to be enjoying the show.

"Get up!" She yells once again, flashing her hand up into the air like a slap.

I stumble up upon my bruised feet and lightly grasp against the wall for support.

"What a disgrace you are!" She leans forward and grabs me by the collar of my dress.

"What did I tell you about coming into my room when I have people over?" She whispers into my ear.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I haven't eaten! Just please let me go, Mommy!" I manage to cough out as she seemingly rips the air out of my lungs with her grip.

"Sorry dosent cut it!" She again slaps me back onto the floor.

As I lay there helplessly, the man with the cigarette walks over to me and helps me up.

I looked at him as he wrapped his arms around me. I tucked my head into his shoulders, my sobs coming to an end.

I finally felt safe.

But then I felt that dreadfully painful burn on the back of my neck.

I screamed as the man pushed me back onto the floor, their faces full of contempt.

I will never forget the sounds of my screams that night.

My eyes fly open as I gasp for air. The sound of my screams merged with the sound of my ringing phone next to me. I slowly sit up in my bed and wipe my eyes.

"Hello?" I groggily say as I answer the call.

"Hey sweet cheeks, there's a new case" I hear the comforting voice of Penelope Garcia say over the phone.

"Alright...I'll uh be there as soon as possible," I say with a cough.

"Alright, see you soon love bug!" She says as she hangs up the phone.

I slap my hands against my face and push my hair out of the way. I throw the sheets off of myself and walk into the unfortunately messy bathroom of my apartment. I slick my hair back into a ponytail and dust on a generous amount of makeup before returning to my bedroom to get changed. I throw on a pair of black dress pants and a button-down shirt and walk to my kitchen.

I plucked a banana off its bunch and peeled it before walking out to my car, grabbing my bag on the way.

As I drive to work the dream from earlier replayed in my head.

It had been years since I dreamt of that night, I guess I was due for an unpleasant reminder.

I pulled into my usual parking spot and scanned my badge on the bureau door. My heels clanked against the marble floors as I made my way to the elevator. I pressed the button for the sixth floor and stared aimlessly at the door until it opened. I pushed open the doors to the BAU and walked into the round-table room.

"Ah! You're here! We can start now!" Penelope eagerly says as I take my seat next to Emily.

"You're rarely late Y/N, did something happen?" Rossi says with a curious look on his face.

"Oh no, I just got held up in traffic" I lie.

"Today two women were found dead in their homes in Chicago," Penelope says as she pulls up their photos on the TV.

"Both had apparently taken Tylenol and then died hours later with intense respiratory symptoms" she adds.

"So we're looking at product tampering?" Emily asks.

"I'm pretty sure, also they lived on opposite sides of the city so it's unlikely they bought from the same store" Penelope replies.

"It almost sounds like cyanide..." Spencer adds.

"If it were cyanide, wouldn't it have dissolved the capsules?" I ask, turning to face him.

"Only if it had been tampered with in the factory, is it possible the UNSUB unscrewed the bottle and sprinkled in the cyanide then one of the victims bought the bottle not too long after?" Spencer asks.

"We can review the autopsy once we get to Chicago, wheels up in thirty" Hotch says as he stands up from the table.

When I stand up I feel slightly dizzy, my vision blurring.

"Are you ok?" Spencer asks me as he clings to the strap of his bag.

"Yeah I'm fine I just..feel dizzy," I say as I grasp onto the chair.

"Do you need anything? I would offer you some Tylenol but it doesn't seem too fitting right now" he adds with his signature chuckle.

"I'm fine, really," I say as my vision clears.

"Alright well..I'm gonna go get some coffee, see you on the plane" he says as he walks by me and out the door.

I collect my stuff and rush out behind him.

As we board the place, I sit down next to Spencer, Hotch, and Emily in the seats across from us.

"When we arrive I want Rossi and JJ to speak to the families of the women, Emily and I will talk to the detective, and Y/N and Spencer will go to the coroners and look over the autopsies" Hotch says, his stern expression unwavering.

"What do we think the MO is? I mean there's hatred towards the brand, the people who use the brand, or just people in general" Emily states with her eyebrows furrowed.

"It'll be determined once we get more information, please get your rest. I know it's early." Hotch adds.

"I'm gonna get some coffee, you guys want any?" I ask as I get up from my seat.

They all shake their heads, so I walk over and pour myself a cup before sitting back down in my seat. I reach into my bag and pull out a book.

"Romeo and Juliet? I didn't know you were into Shakespeare" Spencer says as he peers over my shoulder.

"I don't know if 'into' is the right term, but I do enjoy reading it every once in a while. Brings me back to middle school" I say as I look at him.

"Middle school?" He asks with a confused look.

"My middle school had a Shakespeare club where we would perform excerpts from plays and perform them at a festival" I say as my gaze returns to my book.

"I will say I made a pretty decent Goneril" I add with a smile.

He chuckles and returns to his own book.

As soon as the case started it felt like it ended. The unsub was a white Antisocial male in his late thirties, who did in fact put cyanide into Tylenol bottles all over the city.

When we landed back in Quantico, about two weeks since we left, we were all exhausted.

"God when I get home I think I might pass out right when I step inside" I say, I throwing my head back as I walk outside with Penelope and Spencer.

"I hear ya sister! I am pooped!" Garcia chuckles.

"I'll probably read for a little before I go to bed, helps me sleep" Reid adds with a shy smile.

"And by a little, he means two hundred pages" I add with a laugh.

"Well I don't think I'll read that much..." he trails off.

"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow!" I say as I climb into my car.

"Bye!" Penelope says as Spencer shoots me a wave.

While I'm driving I get an overwhelming sense of fear, like something was wrong.

When I pulled into my apartment complex I walked inside and saw a nicely wrapped package on my doorstep.

However, something felt wrong.

I kneeled on the carpeted floors of the hallway and carefully removed a card from underneath the piece of ribbon.

When I opened it, it read:

"My hour is almost come, when I to sulphureous and tormenting flames must render up myself"

I slowly picked up my phone and called the only person who would be up at this hour.

I shook as the phone rang.

"Hello?" I hear Spencers voice say through the speaker.

"I need you to come over, as soon as possible" I say with a big gulp.

"It's past midnight Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks.

"I-I don't know yet but there's a package with a creepy note on it and I don't know what's in it" I manage to choke out.

"I'm on my way, do not touch the box" he says sternly, I can hear him running around his apartment.

"I won't, see you soon" I say, releasing a breath I didn't realize I was holding on to.

"Bye" Spencer says as he hangs up the phone.

I stand up once again and wait for him to arrive.

"Y/N?" I hear someone say from down the hallway.

"Over here!" I say as I stare down at the package.

Spencer kneels and grabs the note.

"That's a Hamlet quote..did you ever do Hamlet in school?" He says as he moves his hair out of his face.

"No, never" I say and I hug my knees against the wall.

"I think we should open it" he says as he slowly picks up the box.

"It's heavy.." he groans as he picks it up.

I quickly unlock the door to my apartment and we usher inside.

I make sure to lock the door behind me.

Spencer places the box down on my table and I hand him a pair of scissors.

I could feel my heart beating in my chest, the dread building up as he finished cutting off the layer of tape under the wrapping paper.

And just as he opens it, my heart stops.

The dream I had this morning was scary, but that was but a mere reminder of the past, this, this was real.

And I will never get that image out of my head.