#I WILL BE CAUGHT UP ON SUNDAY I STG

[peoplediedrobert]

365 Days of Robert Sugden [31/365] 

[nobody7102]

The Thing About Sunday: Part 3

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett Abbott x Tillerson!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, choking, kind of food play, overstimulation, breeding kink, dom!Rhett, unprotected P in V, some religious stuff, mentions of being sick, throwing up

A/N: I know I said maybe 3 or 4 parts but I stg tumblr hates me, so at this point idk how long this is going to be (not that I mind bc writing for Preacher Rhett is like giving candy to a baby, and I am said baby)

NOTE/DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are of age (Rhett being late 20s/early 30s, Reader being mid/late 20s), if it isn’t clear in-story all actions/situations are consensual between the major of the characters if there is anything I missed in the warnings please let me know, but don’t be rude about it

Main Master-List

Part 2. Part 4

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As Y/N stared at the road ahead of her, she raked through her thoughts as she tried to do the math. Shaking her head Y/N scoffed to herself “How could I be so stupid…. Four weeks… four fucking weeks” she banged her hand down against the steering wheel, trying to think back to what her and Rhett possibly could have been doing.

The church was filled with moans as the communion table rocked back and forth causing scuff marks on the floor. With Rhett pressing his hand against Y/N’s back, holding her down onto the table as his cock plunged into her slick pussy.

Her nails digging into the wood, face smashed into the table runner, the feeling of the cool metal of the rosary Rhett placed on her neck for the morning sermon digging into her skin as he continued to rut his hips into hers at an unyielding pace.

The coppery smell of the rosary mixed with the scent of her arousal as it dripped onto the floor… it was almost intoxicating to him.

Lifting his hand from her hip, he grabbed a wafer from the ciborium before holding onto the back of the rosary and pulling Y/N upwards. A moan leaving her mouth as Rhett shoved the wafer in her mouth, resting his thumb on her tongue as he felt her wrap her lips around his thumb. “Have you humbled your heart today Sweet Lamb?” he groaned, feeling her nod as she savored the taste of his salty sweat against the bland wafer.

Pulling his thumb from her mouth, Y/N whined before he reached over grabbing the communion cup and held it to her lips. Loosening his grip on the rosary so she could take a sip before he shoved her back down onto the table and pouring a little wine down the crease of her spine, making Y/N shiver at the temperature change before he bent forward, trailing his tongue from the middle of her back to the base of her neck.

Lapping up the crimson liquid, he hummed at the taste on his tongue. Before pulling her back up to press a searing kiss to her lips, the taste of the communion on both of their tongues.

“You gonna be my good little Cock-Drunk Lamb” he growled in an almost animalistic tone, letting his hand move back to hold her neck, his grip much firmer than before as he listened to the irresistible babble that fell from her lips.

“Yesyesyesyes” shrieked “gonna be your good Lamb Preacher! Gonna be so good for you-“ her words caught in her throat as Rhett ground his hips against hers, slow lying down his pace yet still plowing into her enough to shake the table.

Dipping his head down to run his tongue up her neck, he paused whispering in her ear as his free hand moved to coddle the already swollen bud that was her clit “Are you gonna let me fill this pretty little pussy Lamb?” A whine left her lips as Rhett smirked, feeling her legs start to shake “Who’s tight little cunt is this?”

“Oh God!” The involuntary moan caught in her throat as her head fell back against Rhett’s shoulder

“You know that’s not the right answer…” he circled harder on her clit as his pace picked up once more “I’m gonna ask you one more time, and if you don’t answer little Lamb then you’re not gonna cu-“

“Yours!” She screamed as her high crashed into her like a bus “I’m yours! My pussy and my mouth and- and-“ closing her eyes she let her mouth hang open as Rhett revealed how her cunt completely soaked his cock and the table and floor beneath them.

“Shhhh, that’s it Lamb” Rhett let her fall onto the table and planted his hands back on her hips, letting his thrusts become rugged as he fucked her raw, “my pretty little Lamb” he groaned, chasing his own high “Mine”

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, Y/N turned off her lights as she pulled into the driveway. Noticing how her mothers car was back in the driveway, pulling up next to it, Y/N looked between the house and the plastic bag in her passenger seat.

Opening the plastic she took the tests out and shoved them in her purse before looking around her car and throwing a container of Clorox wipes into the bag and a book she had laying in her backseat. Exiting the car, she took a deep breath as she pushed open the front door, tiptoeing to the stairs before she heard her name being called.

“Y/N, we all thought you were upstairs?”

Turning on the step to face her mother, she nodded before holding up the bag “There’s something going around the church…. Just wanted to pick up something to clean all the kids' toys” watching as Patricia nodded, Y/N cut her off before she could say anything else “Listen Ma… I think one of the kids got me sick so I’m really not feeling well. I think I’m just gonna go lay down”

“Alright, well there’s steak and potatoes and beans in the fridge if you get hungry” she called out as Y/N made her way to her room.

As soon as the door was locked, Y/N threw the two bags on the bed before tapping her foot against the floor “uggh” she sighed, going into the bathroom and grabbing the long forgotten towel and cleaning up the now sticky spill form earlier in procrastination.

Sitting on the edge of the bed after the spill was cleaned, Y/N stared at her purse as it taunted her. Grabbing the bag she pulled out the two tests and set them on the bed before taking one of the boxes in her hand reading over the details on it. Furrowing her brow as she looked over it once more, she pushed up from the bed and walked to her bathroom, shutting the door she mumbled to herself “Three minutes… you can wait three minutes..”

After taking the test, she flipped it upside down on the counter before exiting the bathroom and setting a timer on her phone. Seated on the edge of the bed, her leg bounced as she looked at the other test box. Standing with the box in hand, she walked over to her dresser, and shoved it into one of the drawers, burying it beneath the clothes.

Leaning her head against the wood she sighed before turning, seeing the alarm on her phone going off. Rapping her knuckles against the wood before pushing off, she turned off the alarm before making her way into the bathroom.

Eyeing the test, she wiped her palms on her sweatpants as the test stared back at her. Letting out a breath, she reached forward, flipping the test

Not Pregnant

A sigh let her lips as she sank to her knees, “oh thank god…” as she huffed trying to stop the shake in her hands. Sitting on the floor she set the test back on the counter, resting her face against her knees as tears threatened to fall.

Blowing out a breath she lifted her head, her hand reached up to the counter, grabbing the test once more. Examine the words on the display screen, before rolling the test up in a wad of toilet paper and shoving it at the bottom of her trash can.

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Stretching out in bed, Y/N stared up at the ceiling, tracing over the wood in the morning sunlight. Letting her eyes run along the grain before stopping on the carved star that was right above her head.

Something Billy had done when they were little, with the excuse of scaring off the monsters that were under her bed. While it was never obvious to the town, Billy and Y/N were the closest out of all of the Tillersons. Knowing what it was like to be made fun of as the youngest, as soon as Y/N surprised the family when Billy was 5 he made sure that she never felt out of place like he did.

Smiling up at the star, she turned her head to look out the window opposite her bed. Taking in how the wind blew over the pasture as the sun caught the grass just right to make it seem like a sea of gold. However her smile slowly faded as soon as she felt the all too familiar turning of her stomach as the smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the house. Pushing up from the bed, Y/N ran to her bathroom, dry heaving over the porcelain rim, and she stayed like that. Hunched over till the nausea passed, standing from her spot she turned on the sink to cold before sticking her hands under it and bringing the water up to her face. Letting out a breath she closed her eyes. “...Just a bug…” she muttered before rinsing out her mouth with water before grabbing her toothbrush.

After brushing her teeth and throwing on a sweater, Y/N made her way downstairs, the wood creaking slightly beneath her feet as she entered the kitchen. Crossing over the threshold she sent a smile to Billy as she made her way to the fridge as Billy asked if she wanted any of the Fry Up he’d made. “No thank you Billy…” she hummed, grabbing out a bottle of water before moving to the counter that housed the bread. Taking out a slice she popped it into the toaster.

Watching as she made the toast, Billy turned down the heat on his food before leaning against the counter “Can I ask you something’... and you can absolutely yell at me if you want” Y/N turned to look at him before nodding “Are you pregnant?”

“I’m sorry?!” she scoffed crossing her arms “Billy are you on som-”

Raising his hands in defense, he shook his head “Listen Sissy. I’m just saying what I see… and after everything that happened with me and Lillian Tate in High School….. and Trever with Joanna Smith, I’m not as stupid as everyone thinks.” He deadpanned “I know when someones pregnant… or at least might be'' crossing his arms to match her stance “You’ve been feelin’ like shit for weeks, headaches, not eating a lot… I heard you reachin’ up a storm earlier… right as I started cookin’ too'' walking over to Y/N he placed a hand on her shoulder “You are my baby sister Y/N… and I will never judge you… but if you are pregnant I need you to tell me because I can’t help i-”

“I AM NOT-“ she yelled before quickly covering her mouth and looking around the kitchen, tears welling in her eyes. Grabbing Billy’s arm she pulled him outside onto the deck and shut the door. Keeping her back towards him, Y/N whipped her eyes as she tried to still her breathing, jumping when Billy placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

“...I’m not some Jezebel…” she whispered.

“Y/N, you are the best of us… I know you aren’t” Billy hummed letting her calm down before he continued “...but you did find someone special?” he smiled, poking her side. Pulling out of the hug, Y/N wiped away whatever tears were left before slowly nodding. “And you’re not preg-“

“No.” She quickly cut him off and crossed her arms, looking down at the wood of the deck “… I had the thought too, just a bug that’s going around…” her face paled at the thought.

Nodding Billy eyed her once more, noticing her lack of color, “and you’re 100% sure you’re not?”

Scoffing, she nodded once more “yes Billy, I’m sure… I took a test and it came back negative” walking back into the house, Y/N groaned seeing her burnt toast popping out of the toaster before putting it on a plate and buttering it up. Glancing over her shoulder to Billy, who finished his breakfast. The two remained in silence to the rest of the Tillerson household joined them.

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Tagging: @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist @auroralightsthesky @marantha @beachbabey @thesluttyarchivist

[willowfm]

heeeeeey  again  besties  !!  it’s  your  favorite  icon  hailey  coming  at  you  with  another  dumpster  fire  .  their  name  is  willow  and  they’re  a  mix  between  a  vodka  aunt  and  stoner  cousin  who’s  an  actual  mom  !!  i  stg  if  one  of  you  says  ‘  step  on  me  ’  .  

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊.  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

( zoe kravitz, nonbinary, they/she, aquarius, 29 ) i spotted willow russell at the beach today. don’t you know them? they live down by the rocks and usually hang out with the skaters & families clique. from what i’ve heard, they can be destructive, but they’re also passionate. i always think of them when i hear cherry bomb - the runaways and tend to associate them with scarlet red lips,  70s  band tees, & the bitterness of black coffee  .

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒊. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 

willow dawn russell

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬) 

will & lola

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 

february 14th

𝐚𝐠𝐞 

twenty - nine ( 29 )

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 

five foot two inches ( 5′2″ )

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 

nonbinary

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 

they / them / theirs & she / her / hers

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧(𝐬) 

owner of the rocks skate park

manager at victoria’s 

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞(𝐬) 

english & spanish

𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 

pansexual & panromantic

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦

zoe kravitz

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 

aquarius sun, scorpio rising, & cancer moon

𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 

chaotic good

𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 

estj-t

𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 

type 3w2 ( the achiever )

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 

choleric-phlegmatic

𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 

gryffindor 

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

how they love others - acts of service, words of affirmation, & physical touch

how they need to be loved - quality time & physical touch

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨

princess carolyn ( bojack horseman ) , allison hargreeves ( umbrella academy ) , fiona gallagher ( shameless ) , steven hyde ( that 70s show ) , regina mills ( once upon a time )

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒗. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

triggers  (  these  are  all  the  triggers  as  they  appear  throughout  ,  they  will  be  tagged  accordingly  )  :  abuse  tw  ,  assault  &  abuse  tw  ,  fire  tw  ,  death  tw  ,  pregnancy  tw  ,  pregnancy  tw  ,  assault  &  death  tw  ,  death  mention

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 

born  in  the  supposed  “  rough  side  of  town  ”  ,  willow  was  born  into  a  somewhat  nuclear  family  ,  two  present  parents  ,  a  younger  sister  ,  and  all  the  love  that  a  child  could  ask  for  .

her  parents  kristen  and  isaiah  were  your  typical  sunhollow  couple  ,  high  school  sweethearts  ,  and  madly  in  love  .  isaiah  being  the  laid  back  stoner  type  and  kristen  being  your  stereotypical  type  a  suburban  mom  .

isaiah  was  the  more  laid  back  of  the  pair  ,  being  the  sole  owner  of  the  rocks  skate  park  ( where  he  acted  as  a  father  figure  for  anyone  who  set  foot  on  the  ramps  )  ,  and  coming  from  a  less  than  glamorous  childhood  himself  ,  believed  in  giving  your  children  space  to  grow  and  adapt  into  their  own  person  .  

their  mother  kristen  ,  on  the  other  hand  the  first  to  bring  over  fresh  baked  goods  and  homemade  casseroles  to  the  new  neighbors  ,  heavily  involved  in  the  pta  ,  and  the  most  visible  parents  at  any  school  function  geared  towards  their  kids  .

it  was  almost  stifling  how  much  the  kristen  was  involved  in  their  children’s  lives  ,  always  on  top  of  their  grades  ,  their  extracurricular  involvement  ,  essentially  any  aspect  of  their  children’s  lives  that  she  could  control  they  took  the  liberty  in  doing  so  .

though  that’s  not  to  say  that  she  wasn’t  concerned  with  how  her  children  felt  ,  more  so  that  she  was  convinced  their  way  was  the  right  way  .

the  russells  balanced  each  other  out  perfectly  ,  and  it  continued  to  be  that  way  for  as  long  as  willow  could  remember  it  .

a  rather  well  behaved  child  ,  willow  tried  their  absolute  best  to  fly  under  their  mother’s  radar  ,  which  is  extremely  difficult  when  you’re  the  eldest  daughter  of  only  two  .  so  willow  subsequently  felt  a  lot  of  the  pressure  of  her  mother  from  a  young  age  .

due  to  her  mother’s  overbearing  nature  willow  naturally  gravitated  towards  being  a  daddy’s  girl  .  spending  any  and  all  free  time  she  could  with  him  and  from  the  minute  she  was  old  enough  to  walk  he  taught  her  how  to  skate  ,  something  that  became  a  bonding  experience  for  both  of  them  ,  as  she  got  better  and  better  ,  their  bond  grew  stronger  and  stronger  .

rain  or  shine  ,  there  wasn’t  a  single  day  that  willow  didn’t  spend  with  her  father  .  everyone  in  the  rocks  joked  that  she  was  a  derivative  of  him  ,  a  spitting  image  if  anyone  had  ever  seen  one  .

and  as  willow  grew  up  things  became  no  different  .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞. 

high  school  came  around  and  willow  got  two  extremely  different  notions  from  their  parents  .  their  mother  wanted  her  to  buckle  down  and  focus  on  choosing  a  sensible  career  ,  while  their  father  wanted  her  to  follow  their  passions  in  the  same  vein  that  he  did  (  his  being  a  now  infamous  band  ,  at  least  to  willow  )

willow  tried  their  best  to  maintain  a  balance  of  both  extracurriculars  that  appeased  their  mother  ,  and  free  time  spent  with  their  father  at  the  skate  park  ,  helping  him  out  with  general  upkeep  and  sharpening  their  skills  whenever  possible  .

during  one  of  daily  trips  to  the  ramps  ,  she  happened  to  notice  someone  she’d  never  seen  before  ,  call  it  love  at  first  sight  ,  or  just  teenage  hormones  ,  but  suddenly  willow  had  a  new  goal  in  mind  .

it  didn’t  take  long  before  they  also  caught  his  attention  ,  if  for  no  other  reason  than  that  they  were  measurably  a  hundred  times  better  than  he  was  on  the  ramps  ,  and  soon  enough  a  relationship  formed  .

for  once  willow  didn’t  care  much  about  their  mother’s  pedantic  tendencies  or  their  father’s  disapproval  of  the  boy  that  she’d  chose  ,  they  were  in  love  ,  and  no  one  could  tell  them  otherwise  .

ABUSE TW  this  was  until  their  boyfriend  proved  to  be  more  controlling  than  thier  mother  .  she  could  hardly  go  to  the  ramps  ,  all  her  free  time  was  spent  with  him  rather  than  her  father  ,  and  if  they  ever  dared  challenge  him  things  go  physical  .

they  were  all  apperances  in  public  ,  and  to  their  parents  ,  holding  hands  in  the  hallways  and  him  slipping  them  handwritten  love  letters  ,  but  things  only  continued  to  escalate  as  their  relationship  continue  further  .

ASSAULT & ABUSE TW  the  final  straw  was  when  he  threatened  them  with  a  knife  to  their  throat  due  to  them  choosing  to  spend  time  with  their  father  instead  of  sit  in  on  his  band  practice  without  alerting  him  .  it  was  then  they  realized  they  never  wanted  to  fear  someone  like  that  again  .

finally  gathering  the  courage  to  share  with  their  father  what  was  happening  behind  the  scenes  ,  they  successfully  managed  to  break  things  off  ,  and  although  they  had  escaped  their  situation  ,  that  relationship  had  lasting  impacts  on  how  they  viewed  love  .

they  clung  to  security  after  this  ,  constantly  attached  to  the  hip  of  their  father  ,  worried  about  what  the  return  of  their  ex  lover  might  look  like  .  thankfully  this  fear  never  came  to  fruition  ,  though  it  still  hauntingly  lingers  to  this  day  .

they  successfully  graduated  high  school  ,  and  with  heavy  influence  from  their  mother  enrolled  in  sunhollow  for  a  degree  in  journalism  .  and  the  minute  they  stepped  foot  on  the  sunhollow  campus  and  swore  not  to  fall  in  love  ,  that’s  exactly  what  they  did  .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡. 

he  was  nothing  like  her  last  boyfriend  all  sweet  words  and  gentle  hands  that  knew  exactly  the  spots  to  kiss  to  make  her  feel  whole  again  .

the  whiplash  that  came  from  going  to  a  super  toxic  relationship  to  one  where  he  was  extremely  loving  and  gentle  was  something  that  willow  had  to  slowly  become  accustomed  to  .

she  spent  her  days  with  him  in  the  library  ,  hushed  giggles  and  hand  holding  ,  and  her  nights  commuting  back  to  the  rocks  to  help  out  her  family  with  her  job  that  she  got  at  victoria’s  .

though  journalism  wasn’t  exactly  her  main  passion  ,  there  were  plenty  of  opportunities  to  get  involved  with  things  that  were  .  enter  the  band  her  and  her  boyfriend

they  were  nothing  to  write  home  about  ,  they  were  good  in  a  local  dive  bars  ,  but  they  definitely  weren’t  going  to  be  selling  out  stadiums  any  time  soon  ,  and  honestly  they  preferred  it  that  way  .

this  was  her  college  experience  ,  playing  shows  at  victoria’s  ,  splitting  time  between  her  boyfriend  and  her  family  ,  and  working  her  way  towards  completing  her  bachelor’s  degree  .

she  even  saved  up  enough  money  with  her  boyfriend  to  afford  a  moderately  sized  condo  in  the  rocks  close  to  her  childhood  home  .  this  condo  would  also  become  the  place  where  he  ended  up  proposing  the  idea  of  getting  eloped  .  he  was  convinced  they  didn’t  need  a  ceremony  only  each  other  .

the  day  she  walked  the  stage  with  her  husband  was  one  of  the  proudest  moments  of  her  life  ,  but  soon  enough  it  would  devolve  into  the  worst  .

FIRE TW  clamors  of  a  house  fire  in  the  rocks  ,  prompting  an  early  departure  from  both  willow  and  her  husband  who  drove  home  to  see  willow’s  childhood  home  in  flames  .

DEATH TW  by  the  time  that  help  had  arrived  ,  it  was  too  late  ,  both  her  parents  had  been  consumed  by  the  flames  ,  childhood  memories  had  been  destroyed  ,  and  willow  yet  again  felt  broken  .

the  only  family  that  remained  was  her  ,  her  sister  ,  and  her  husband  .  and  willow  took  every  opportunity  to  step  up  to  the  plate  and  provide  her  sister  whatever  she  could  within  her  means  .

willow  decided  to  put  her  journalism  degree  to  work  to  honor  her  parents  and  wrote  for  the  local  newspaper  ,  bringing  light  to  social  issues  at  the  rocks  ,  and  local  news  going  on  within  the  community  from  any  side  of  town  .  but  she  also  had  the  job  of  maintaining  the  skate  park  her  father  left  for  her  ,  and  part  -  time  shifts  at  victoria’s  ,  a  job  that  gave  her  some  semblance  of  normalcy  .

four  years  seemed  to  pass  willow  by  without  seemingly  anything  interesting  happening  ,  life  seemed  to  finally  calm  down  .

PREGNANCY TW  but  soon  enough  after  weeks  of  getting  sick  after  rehearsal ( her  college  bad  reuniting  to  play  victoria’s  on  sunday  nights )  ,  and  waking  up  nauseated  ,  willow  realized  she  might  have  idea  of  what  was  going  on  .  three  pregnancy  tests  later  she  was  staring  down  at  a  pink  plus  sign  with  tears  in  her  eyes  . 

they  were  more  than  happy  to  finally  settle  down  and  seriously  consider  having  a  family  ,  something  that  willow  had  always  craved  .

and  the  minute  that  life  got  better  again  it  go  exponentially  worse  .

PREGNANCY TW  about  a  month  before  her  twenty  -  fifth  birthday  ,  willow  gave  birth  to  twin  girls  which  she  named  iris  and  imani  ,  and  the  second  time  she  ever  held  them  in  her  arms  she  received  life  altering  news  .

ASSAULT & DEATH TW  while  on  his  way  to  the  hospital  ,  her  husband  was  mugged  ,  an  assault  which  ultimately  lead  to  his  death  .

once  again  willow  was  left  to  pick  up  the  pieces  of  losing  someone  important  to  her  ,  and  as  it  stood  she  had  four  people  who  needed  her  ,  the  most  important  two  being  the  infants  bundled  in  her  arms  in  that  moment  .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

that  was  four  years  ago  now  and  iris  and  imani  have  been  their  main  priority  ever  since  .

DEATH MENTION  since  the  passing  of  her  husband  ,  she  realized  that  couldn’t  keep  living  her  life  for  other  people  ,  and  so  she  quit  her  job  at  the  paper  ,  picked  up  more  shifts  at  victoria’s (  even  worked  her  way  up  to  being  a  manager  )  ,  and  took  over  her  dad’s  place  at  the  skate  park  .

similar  to  her  dad  ,  anyone  who  steps  foot  on  the  ramps  is  by  proxy  her  child  ,  and  that’s  no  joke  ,  she  will  never  forget  a  face  and  she  will  get  to  know  everything  about  you  ,  she  believes  in  taking  care  of  the  people  who  keep  her  dad’s  legacy  alive  .

the  best  way  that  i  can  describe  her  personality  is  abrasive  ,  extremely  rough  around  the  edges  ,  and  she  is  not  one  to  let  people  in  easily  anymore  .  unless  of  course  she  considers  you  family  ,  then  she  is  by  your  side  until  the  end  of  time  .

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒗. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 

navy blue 

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 

thunderstorms are her favorite for some reason she finds an odd comfort in them

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲 

she tends to work a lot of nights so her favorite time of day is dusk, the moon is just coming up, and her day feels like it’s just getting started

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥(𝐬) 

foxes

𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐬

😈😎🤔😘😴🥵😜💋

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 

kristen russell ; deceased

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 

isaiah russell ; deceased

𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬)

wanted connection ; sister

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧

iris russell ( 4 years old )

aquarius sun, libra rising, & aquarius moon

imani russell ( 4 years old )

aquarius sun, libra rising, & aquarius moon

𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞

𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 

degree  in  journalism  from  sunhollow  university

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬 

n/a

𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 

writing  ,  skateboarding  ,  surfing  ,  yoga  ,  cooking  ,  singing  ,  running  ,  photography  ,  traveling  ,  and  playing  bass  .

𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 

small  two  bedroom  home  that  is  just  big  enough  for  all  of  their  and  their  daughter’s  belongings  .

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 

between  maintaining  the  skatepark  during  the  day  ,  working  nights  at  victoria’s  ,  and  raising  twin  girls  ,  willow  doesn’t  see  a  lot  of  sleep  but  she  takes  what  she  can  get  .

𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬

willow  survives  a  lot  on  take  -  out  and  vending  machine  snacks  ,  but  the  days  she  does  have  she  makes  sure  to  cook  recipes  handed  down  to  her  from  her  mother  .

𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

70s  band  tee  shirts  and  high  waisted  denim  ,  burnt  orange  and  olive  green  paisley  ,  psychedelic  rock,  ginger  and  lime,  loves  post  -  apocalyptic  sci-fi  and  films  ,  scarlet  red  painted  lips ,  insatiable  wanderlust,  muddy  doc-martins  and  goofy  thrift-store  sweaters  ,  feels  soothed  by  the  sound  of  thunder  ,  fluorescent  drug  store  signs  reflected  in  parking  lot  puddles  ,  angsty  conversations  on  rooftops  .

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒗𝒊.  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

uhhhh  so  i  have  wasted  all  my  brain  power  on  this  so  i  have  no  suggestions  i  can  come  up  with  at  the  moment  !  but  listen  feel  free  to  message  me  so  we  can  brain  storm  some  plot  ideas  i  promise  i  will  scream  and  cry  over  !

[thecruciblegavemeyou]

Snowbaz Swimming Au

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

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yoooo i think this might be the longest chapter yet, and I started planning the other ones. i want to finish some more and queue them or something idk

baz pov again

I was leaving practice Monday night when I got the call. Fiona hadn’t sounded that distressed since my mother died, which is how I knew something was wrong.

Everything had been going so well for me, too. My grades were up, we had just enough boys to compete this year (and our first meet was this Saturday), Snow and I practiced together every morning and night and we’d started walking places together. Not saying anything, but that meant that we weren’t fighting. I could feel myself want to start a fight with him, because with him being this nice to me I was screwed. I couldn’t get him out of my head.

Even as I drove through the night to Hampshire to see Mordi in the hospital, I couldn’t stop the images of Snow that were running through my head.

Snow laughing at early morning practices. Snow trying to do the fly again (he secretly loved it. I could see it. He wanted to beat out Dev as the first seat flyer by the end of the season, which would be an incredible feat). But he had the shoulders for it.

I tried to ignore the images of Snow running around in that tight bathing suit. It was torture. I’m honestly glad I didn’t have to swim so close to him in the afternoons too; I would lose it.

He wasn’t in the sixth lane anymore, though. Our morning practices were helping. He’d moved up to the fourth lane. His technique was impressive; he had learned surprisingly fast. His endurance wasn’t up to par yet (but neither was mine, we were still building yardage at practice). And I’d caught him and Gareth trying to lift together in the gym one Saturday (at least I wasn’t the only one smitten with the golden boy; a number of girls in our class had been watching through the windows). I even saw Wellbelove walk past and take a second glance.

I wanted to tell her to fuck off.

By the time I reached the hospital at three in the morning, visiting hours were over. I should’ve expected that. Fiona had even told me to wait until morning. I didn’t really have the self-control at this point (all of my self-control went into not kissing Snow at morning practice).

I banged on the doors until security threatened to make sure I wouldn’t be allowed inside once the doors opened in the morning, so I kicked over the nearest garbage can. I napped in my car until Daphne knocked on my car window.

“Basil, the hospital just opened.” She called through the glass. I stalked inside behind her and my father.

He still wasn’t speaking to me, but I didn’t mind too much because conversations with my father had never been particularly pleasant. When he found out I was gay, it was just another disappointment to add to the list.

The hospital seemed deathly quiet as we made our way to Mordelia’s ward. The only noise was Daphne’s clicking heels and soft elevator music playing in the background. It made me itch; I would rather it was silent.

Nurses and doctors all blended together as they rushed from point A to point B. everything was white and sterile and mute. All the smells and sounds and colors blended together. I ignored the rumbling in my stomach and followed Daphne into a blank, white-walled room. The room felt as dead as the rest of the hospital. The only sound was soft breathing and the persistent beep of machines. I hated hospitals.

Mordelia was just waking up when we walked in, so we all tried to stay quiet. When my father and Daphne went to talk to the doctors, I took a seat next to Mordi on the bed. I watched her chest rise and fall as the nurse quietly checked her vitals and checked the drip she was hooked up to.

I hated seeing my sister like this. She looked so vulnerable. I decided to keep that to myself (even if she was dying, she’d summon the strength to punch me for a comment like that). Her eyes fluttered open, and she greeted me with a wide smile.

“What happened?” I asked. She looked sickly and pale still. Fiona had been very vague over the phone about what had landed my eleven year old sister in the hospital.

“Dehydration. I got the stomach bug at school and kept throwing up.” She shrugged, “At least I keep to keep missing school.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I laid down next to her and snuck her her phone from Daphne’s purse. We snickered as she scrolled through her instagram, taunting the other girls from her school. She hated her all-girls boarding school, but Daphne had insisted. I missed hanging out with my sister during the summer. I rarely got to talk with her during the school year. The rest of our siblings were still too young to hold an intelligent conversation.

Around eleven thirty the nurses brought Mordelia some lunch and I remembered how hungry I was. It was lunchtime at Watford and I had skipped breakfast. I also needed to get back. Even if I left now, I probably wouldn’t make it back in time for the start of practice. I definitely couldn’t miss another day of classes. Dev and Niall had been texting all day in a groupchat i’d forgotten we had.

(07:23) Dev: mate where the fuck r u

(07:23) Niall: fucking answer would you

(09:02) Dev: bazzzzzzzz

(09:20) Niall: i stg mate

(010:36) Niall: your cars gone where the fuck did you go

(011:50) Baz: tell coach im sick

(011:54) Dev: hes not gonna believe that. youre never sick

(011:55) Dev: where did you go

(012:14) Dev: are you fucking with me

I didn’t bother trying to find Daphne and my father before I left, but I did send Mordi a bouquet of flowers from the gift shop for when she woke up again. Hopefully Daphne wouldn’t notice her phone gone from her bag. I’d text her later, I promised myself as I hopped back in my car.

I cranked up the volume and kept my eyes on the road, praying they wouldn’t close on me before I reached Watford.

I stumbled back to the dorms across campus in the dark, ignoring the small groups of giggling drunks trying to be discreet, hushing and tripping over each other in the moonlight. I could smell the alcohol from halfway across the courtyard. I figured at this point the teachers just didn’t really give a shit.

I winced as the dorm door creaked, I prayed Snow would sleep through it. Unfortunately, he had always been a light sleeper and he was staring at me when I walked in. He was sitting straight up in bed, he had obviously been asleep: his curls were everywhere. I stifled a laugh and switched on his lamp so I didn’t trip over his dirty clothes. The soggy bathing suits that had been added to his collection of dirty clothes meant that our room always smelled vaguely of chlorine.

“Where the fuck were you?” He growled. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so angry with me (maybe when I held hands with Agatha?). There was fire in his eyes, and it might’ve been the exhaustion, but I could almost see steam coming out of his ears.

“What?” I raised an eyebrow at him. Other than smirking, that was the one thing sure to set him off. I’m convinced it only pisses him off so much because he can’t raise one eyebrow (despite the number of times I’d overheard him insist that Bunce teach him how).

“I waited for you all morning at the pool! And then you never showed up to practice either! What the hell Baz?”

I could feel anger bubbling inside me, “I was busy.” Selfish bastard. I kicked his shoes aside, and made my way towards our bathroom.

“Where did you go?” he was still seething. Snow never knew when to let things go, did he?

I didn’t even realize he enjoyed morning practices that much. I ignored the way my heart lurched at the possibility. The possibility that maybe he enjoyed our time together.

“None of your fucking business, Snow.” I rolled my eyes and tossed my jumper on the bed. The stress of the day was getting to me. I was just happy Mordi would be okay. Eventually, I mean; she still looked like hell when I saw her. At least it wasn’t serious. Maybe I’d try to drive down and see her again on Sunday. Sunday was the only day we didn’t practice.

“Yes, it is! You promised to train me!” he whined. I wanted to choke him. Or kiss him. I still couldn’t figure out which. And I still couldn’t figure out how I’d managed to fall for someone who drove me so crazy.

I spun around to face him. He was sitting on the edge of his bed now, in his boxers, arms across his chest (he really was starting to look more filled out. His scone-pudge was slowly receding. I couldn’t tell if I liked it or not).

“Alright Snow, fine. I drove to Hampshire to see my sister in the hospital.” I snapped and slammed the bathroom door behind me.

When I came back out Snow was asleep again. Figures. I turned off all the lights, and crawled into bed.

[starwriterulia]

Forgiveness, Thankfulness and Remembrance - Chapter 1: Touring the School

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☆EXO OT12 ft. BTS, TWICE and OCs ☆ MinJu (Kim Minseok x Young Eunju), ChanBaek, Kaisoo ☆ Faith Lawson "Young Eunju" is a transfer student to Seoul Global High School after receiving two prestigious Language and Language Arts scholarships. She prepared herself for the culture, but has anxiety because of her weak knees-at her own fault-that make her unable to run or jump. Will Faith enjoy her final high school year?

WE: Assume dialogue is Korean unless specified to be English or Mandarin. And, the flooring plan is fictional, though the actual school is not. There's an actual school schedule for this, take a look!

-❄❄❄ September 6, 2017. 8:09 AM  ❄❄❄-

        "Have a good day, Eunju." I smile to my host Mom, Jeongna, as I sling my bright blue backpack over my shoulder and open the door a little. "You can always come home if you're not comfortable in the dormitories."

        "I will, Mom. Take care."

        "You, too." She returns the smile, then I exit the vehicle, booting my black suitcase ahead of me. I close the door behind me and wave to Jeongna as she drives away. Sighing as I prepare myself a little more, I walk towards the front doors and enter the building with some other student. I bow my head in turn of thanks as a male student hold the door open for the small, oncoming crowd, then make my way to the office.

        By the office door, I make eye contact with a Korean girl in the school's uniform. She has dark, dark brown hair to her shoulder blades, and eyes like melted sharp chocolate captured in reflective marbles. This is Mun Haeun, a twelfth grader like me who is my STG. I met her yesterday after I moved half of my things into my host family's house because the teacher in charge of the STG Team scheduled for us to meet at one of the many cat cafes at noon to help us get acquainted. STG stands for 'Student Tour Guide', but Haeun told me that students mockingly call it 'Swear To God' because they feel like children. 

        We became friends after realizing we both cosplay as Vocaloids, sew our own costumes, and have a weird fascination for watching people. She speaks Korean and English, and her parents teach Korean and English at the school. Haeun has no siblings, but her younger cousin, Sinhye, is in tenth grade, here. "Hi, Eunju." Haeun greets me, waving, and I return the gesture, bowing my head a little in respect. "Did you sleep well?"

        "I slept well, yes."

        "Good, you'll need it. This school is actually that hectic. Let's go to your homeroom." I follow Haeun out of the office down the forward facing hallway, another to my right. "You remember what room number it is, right?"

        "Yes, room F-8, which is on the second floor with all the grade 12 lockers." I answer, as we come to the stairs on the left after the Lost-and-Found box in a nook under the stairs with two sets of double doors. When we went over the school's floor plan, yesterday, Haeun told me they're usually closed. A bench, janitor's closet and bathrooms are on the opposite wall, followed by grade 10 lockers and five classes, three of which are on the left. As I begin to rapidly march up the stairs, right foot first, then my left foot joining it, three students pass me. I catch a pair of shirts and one pair of pants as a giggle rolls down the stairs. 

        "Hey, wait, oppa-yah." The girl who was a bit behind catches my eyes; she's really cute, her face shape is like a doll's, and she has golden brown hair. "Look at her, she looks so stupid. I hope she falls." As she jogs back to join her friends, I look at the other girl.

        She's adorable, with big, brown eyes, a stout little chin and caramel brown hair that's dark brown at the roots. The male student, who could accurately be described as a brown haired Mochi, is short and breathtaking in appearance. Haeun sighs as I finish climbing the first set of stairs and move onto my next one. "Really, Dahyun? She has bad knees from an injury two years ago." 

        "And, I speak Korean well." I slyly add, keeping my eyes on the stairs as I pass them.

        "How did you do that?" Dahyun asks. 

        "One Friday in March, I had too much exercise at school, and I used to walk to and from school. My knees were already buckling from walking on my toes." I lean against the wall after I finish climbing. Haeun, who already knows the story from yesterday, joining me. Dahyun is on her tail, and the other two quietly follow.

        "When I got home to help my parents outside, both my knees buckled, which never happened, before. I spent a week at home on crutches, then Sunday, my parents told me to walk five steps from the dining table to the couch." Two male students pass us from ascending the stairs in a hurry. I notice the tallest student grips the other's wrist, whose face is red, and both divert their eyes from our group. "I was too scared and tried going back to my room, but I started off wrong and sat on my good leg, dislocating the knee."

        "It took me all summer to walk without assistance, including anxiety pills, because they became a comfort item. I flunked a grade when I tried homeschooling, but I caught up last year in a branch of my old high school. I did go a little crazy, especially after my first boyfriend, who was a psychopath. But, I wrote a book during that time." I lightly huff and smile. "I always wanted to live in a big city like Seoul instead of a small, Canadian town like Vanderhoof, so it was worth it."

        "Wow..." The second girl awes.

        "I'm... sorry I picked on you." Dahyun says. "You're kind of cool and inspiring. What's your name?"

        "My name is Young Eunju. I'm in grade twelve."

        "Aw, your name suits you!" She giggles. "I'm Kim Dahyun, and this is my best friend, Joo Jayoo, and my boyfriend, Park Jimin. Jayoo is in tenth grade, I'm in eleventh, and Jimin oppa is in twelfth." She gives a polite bow. "It's nice to meet you." 

        "It's nice to meet you, too." I reply, bowing back.

        "Are you going to homeroom to meet your teacher?" Dahyun asks.

        "Yes."

        "What room are you in?"

        "F-8."

        "Ah, you get Mrs. Mok!" Jayoo comments. "She's really nice. If everyone hands their work in at the end of the week, she gives us ice cream!"

        "Are you in her class?" I ask. 

        "Yes!" Jayoo looks among Dahyun and Jimin. "We were heading to the music room down the next hall, a staircase is at the end of this one. The classroom is on the way there. Want to walk with us?"

        "Sure!" I nod a little, then Jayoo and I walk practically side-by-side down the hall. Haeun is behind me, and Dahyun and Jimin are behind Jayoo, holding hands. My stomach churns in memory of Halloween during the moment I look. We reach the classroom, and I peer inside to see a Korean woman sitting at a desk facing the left of the room. 

        Jayoo turns to me with a smile. "Well, here we are. I have P.E first block, Dahyun unnie has Yearbook, and Jimin has Biology, then we all have a double block of Musical Arts. What about you?"

        "I have P.E this morning, too." Haeun answers. "Eunju has Apprenticeship and Workplace Math. Then, we have Visual Arts for the double block." 

        "We could meet outside at the ten minute break between the double block." Jimin quietly suggests.

        "Yes, yes." We agree, nodding. I've got a strong impression that Jimin's a Shy Mochi, heh. Lucky Dahyun, he's cute.

        "Um, after lunch, I have Media Arts with oppa, and Jayoo has Science." Dahyun says. "Then, for the last block I have Pre-Calculus, Jayoo has Languages, and oppa has Law."

        "I have Food Studies, then Pre-Calculus." Haeun says. "Eunju has Theatre Arts Tutoring, then Languages."  

        "Nice, we'll see each other in several classes." Dahyun replies.

        "Do you have Kakaotalk, Eunju and Haeun?" Jayoo asks.

        "Yes, we have it." Haeun answers.

        "Let's trade numbers, then! Do you want Dahyun unnie's, too?"

        "If it's alright with her, yes." Haeun looks to Dahyun, who nods with a gentle smile in response. We trade numbers, then say farewell as the three continue down the hall. Haeun and I enter the classroom, and Mrs. Mok looks up to us from her computer, which seems to be her emails. 

        "Good morning." She greets us.

        "Good morning." We reply, bowing.

        "Are you a new student?" Mrs. Mok asks me, making eye contact.

        "Yes, my name is Young Eunju. I'm in twelfth grade. I'm from Canada."

        "Oh, Canada! How nice!" She smiles. "Welcome to SGHS, I'm Mrs. Mok. Is this your homeroom?" I nod in confirmation. "Good, good. You have some time before the bell rings, so you can go, unless you have some questions."

        "Uh, yes." I giggle. "I've been told you give ice cream to the class if they hand their work in?"

        "Ah," Mrs. Mok laughs. "Yes, that's true."

        "Is it... OK if I turn down the ice cream? I'm lactose intolerant." I laugh nervously under my breath.

        Mrs. Mok laughs lightly as she shakes her head. "Of course it's alright. Another of my students is also lactose intolerant, too. Her name is Hwang Hyejae, do you know her?" I shake my head to say no. "Well, you'll meet her today. Maybe you have other things in common." I smile and nod a little in reply. "Are you comfortable giving the class a short greeting speech?"

        "Yes, I would be comfortable doing that."

        "Alright. I'll call you to the front when it's time, then. You can take a seat in the front, few students sits there." I nod in reply. "Is there anything else you want to ask, Eunju?"

        "No, I'm out of questions. Thank you, Mrs. Mok."

        "Alright. Let me know if you need anything, OK?" I nod twice in reply. "I'll see you in a little bit."

        "Bye." I bow a little, then Haeun and I exit the classroom. She follows me as we continue down the hallway, more students making their appearances. "She's a really nice teacher, wow." Haeun nods in agreement, giving a low 'mhm'. 

        "Where are we going?" Haeun asks.

        "Uh... that's a good question." I laugh a little, then exhale in thought. "How full is the music room, usually?"

        "Packed full." I laugh again, and Haeun joins me. 

        "How about the library?"

        "Full, too. But, not as hectic."

        "What about the drama room?"

        "A little occupied. Actually," Haeun turns to look at me instead of the staircase we proceed to descend from. "You might like it there. The kids there sure are welcoming."

        "Cool, then let's go there." After reaching the bottom, we take a left down the science and continued grade 10 hallway. We pass through the opened double doors after another staircase with an empty nook below it to the left. There are double doors, usually locked, leading outside to the left before a wall of lockers, as this hallway has more grade 10 lockers. A door to the large, blocked courtyard is on the right; four classrooms look into it, split between the second and base level.

        We take a sharp left-then-right turn on a corner and pass the languages hallway, the opened double doors to the library on the right. The last of the grade 10 lockers line the walls between the two classes, which are on either side of the hallway. Between the one on the right is short hallway that leads to the small auditorium and looks into the library and courtyard. There are bathrooms ahead after two support beams that stand semi-centre in the opening, and a bench is between two sets of locked double doors leading to the staff parking lot. We pass through this, and I glance at the lime green hallway that begins with a gentle ramp.

        "The Home Economics classroom is down there, right?" I ask, as we pass a janitor's closet on the right and a nook with a bench on the left.

        "Yep. Then, after a right turn, there's doors behind you, the grade 11 hallway ahead of you." Haeun explains, as we pause at the ramp leading into the grade 11 hallway. "The woodwork classroom is on your left in the middle, and more doors are at the end, on the left. The metalwork classroom is on the left, when you turn right, after some lockers. There are two small classrooms on the right usually used for lectures." 

        "What's behind here?" I ask, tapping the door on the left wall just before the ramp.

        "Textbook storage."

        "Ah."

        "And then, you know the choir and old drama room is down here." Haeun says, pointing ahead to review my knowledge. "It's used for the Dance Club, too. Do you remember where Theater class is, now?" 

        "The small auditorium, because they use the stage."

        "That's right. The Writing and Media Arts classrooms are down the hallway to our right towards the office, on the left. The first door on the right leads to the photocopying room, and the cafeteria with the canteen on the left is open to the hallway right before the small auditorium. There's a dramatic corner before the languages and library hallway to make room for the courtyard. The school's layout is a bit weird around this area."

        I giggle and nod in understanding, then Haeun continues. "Across the cafeteria and small auditorium is the gym hallway. A long trophy case is on the left wall, and a small canteen is on the left just before the double gym doors. There's an exit down the right hallway after another trophy case and vending machines. If you ignore the gym hallway, there are bathrooms on your left, and the Careers office is on the right, after the entrance to the canteen and its tiny kitchen, the office on your left, and the main entrance at the end."

        "That was a good review, I think I'll remember that even more, now."

        Haeun laughs lightly. "Sorry about that."

        "Eh, it's OK. We still have..." I pull out my phone from the small pocket of my backpack. "...12 minutes to fool around."

        "Shall we go into the old drama room, now?"

        "Yes, definitely." We continue down the hallway, and when I look into the giant window that looks into the classroom, I see three male students scream as they chase each other with pool noodles. Another male student and a female student sit on the couch facing into the classroom, and laugh along. Two other boys sit on the floor, another girl by the side of the farthest boy, and they glance up from their phones to laugh as the three run around. I find myself smiling. "Yeah, now I remember why I liked being a drama kid." 

        "You haven't been in drama class since your knee accident made you paranoid about the floor for a couple weeks, have you?" Haeun asks. I shake my head as an answer, and Haeun smiles with a slight huff. "Well, there's no time like the present."

        "Nope." I return the smile, then pull open the rightmost door into the classroom.

-Forgiveness, Thankfulness and Remembrance-

WE: 2500 words exactly, wow. The next chapter will be more exciting, and ho boy will there be ships, drama and gags. Think about the story's title and the first group mentioned in the Description. That is your clue. Thank you for reading!