#ok so like we had first 2 classes free ok like literally both the teachers did not come akshsjdh

[roimp]

SO TODAY....

(THIS IS ONLY FOR ROSE)

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 5

I did an extra long chapter today, sine I was not able to do one long yesterday. And I got a little carried away...

Warning : no proof reading.

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Victoria was -yet again- in her corridor, using some newspaper as a rag to clean the window to copy the tutorial she saw on Youtube. She should tell Yuu about this trick, it isn’t a bad one when you don’t have a clean rag… [I miss my earphones… I could blast music and continue this work without being so bored. Tonight I will buy one at Mister S mystery shop].

While she wondered about how to make the cleaning more exciting, she didn’t feel it but she was observed by 2 men. One was wearing a black and white fur coat while the other was wearing a bright red track suit, enhancing his muscles. Crewel and Vargas were very intrigued by that woman. There weren’t a lot of women in NRC, so having a woman janitor was… Odd to say the least.

Crewel spoke first. “She shouldn’t be doing chores without at least gloves… That damned bird.”

Vargas laughed. “Well she doesn’t mind a bit of elbow grease and doing chores from what we can see.”

Under their gazes, Victoria was in a deep brawl with the curtains. “Get… Off.. Me !!! You miscreant !!! You’re lucky you’re already hanged !”

Both men laughed at the lady before going back to their respective room. She was very amusing to watch, too focused on her tasks to mind all the stares from students going out of their classes.

Victoria won against the curtain. She was full of dust but she did it !!! She dusted the old wall hanging, freeing it from moths and spiders.

“It would be complete with a spritz with lavender… Where can I find that?” [The hot alchemy teacher should have it in his pantry.]

She asked a student. “Excuse me, could you lead me to the teacher lounge ?”

The student accepted the mission and led her to the said teacher room.

She thanked him and knocked. “Excuse me, I need help with something…”

Trein opened the door. “Well, we meet again Mrs Devi.”

Victoria had a huge smile while Lucius mewed. “Professor Trein ! Lucius ! I am happy to see you again ! I am in a pinch… I would like to have some lavender extract.”

Trein mused a few seconds before answering “I think the best person to help you would be Professor Crewel.”

He called out. “Professor Crewel ?”

The said professor turned his head “Yes ?”

Trein asked. “Mrs Devi needs an ingredient. Help her find it.”

Crewel sighed at the order and mumbled. “Mrs Devi ? The janitor ?”

Victoria fluttered her eyes [Too BEAUTIFUL. Are they all hot in here or what ? Was it a selection criteria for this school ? I mean… The FACE, the BODY, the VOICE, aaaaaah.]

He smiled at her and stopped in front of her. “What can I do for you, Mrs Devi ?”

[They like my name here or what ?] thought Victoria, being called by her family name more in a day than in her teaching career. It was usually either ‘Mrs’ or ‘professor’.

She smiled at the new beautiful man in front of her. “Hi, I would like some lavender extract or oil for an anti moth spray.”

Crewel blinked. “An anti… Moth spray ? Did I hear you correctly ?”

Victoria was dumbfounded “Did you not see all the moths there are in the curtains ?? I mean, there are literal HOLES in it. Lavender is good for repelling moths and various insects. It won’t replace a good wash but I make do with what I can…”

Crewel laughed gently. “Ok, I understand, let’s go to the lab.”

And they set off.

Once in the alchemy lab, Victoria touched everything she could with her eyes. The big cauldrons, the test tubes, the heat… Everything was new and so cool in her eyes.

“So cool…” Said Victoria, without thinking.

Crewel shrugged and searched in his pantry “Isn’t it ? Do you have alchemy where you are from ?”

Victoria answered a simple “No, my world is pretty boring… We just have chemistry and physico-chemistry.”

Crewel frowned “So you do everything without magic ?”

Victoria bent to look at a cauldron inside a cheminee “Yeah, we do with what we can.. We still have cars and planes, of course.”

Crewel smiled “That’s quite impressive. How did you learn about the properties of lavender ?”

Victoria answered without thinking. “Insomnia in front of YouTube.”

Crewel looked at her in the eyes, wondering. “YouTube ? Like WeTube ?”

At this moment, inside Victoria’s head was the communist Bugs Bunny meme  with the communist anthem.

“May… be ?” She answered unsure.

Once they concocted the spray -bottle on loan from Crewel- she went off to her curtains.

She was spritzing the concoction when she heard a loud noise. 

She sighed. [The chandelier met his doomed fate… R.I.P. chandelier, you were beautiful in your prime. Tonight will be without Yuu then.]

She finished her work for the day, deciding to continue her hunt for moths the day after. She will win.

She went to Sam’s shop with a spring in her steps. Time to meet another hot guy !

When she was inside of the shop, she was mesmerized. [How could there be so many things ? It is bigger inside like a TARDIS !!]

She was stopped in her thoughts by a musical voice. “Hello Mrs Devi, what can I do for you ?”

Victoria feigned a surprise “Oh my you already know my name ? Did my reputation precede me ? And who might you be ?”

Sam snickered  “Well my name is Sam, the owner of this shop ! And my dear imp, it is my friend on the other side that told me everything. From your arrival to your fight with the curtains.”

Victoria knew, but shivered nonetheless. “I don’t want to be on your ‘friends’ bad side… I fear I might disappear.”

Sam just smiled “Well, we will never know, right ? What can I do for you ? Do you want an amulet for protection ? A lovely cursed lamp ? Some snacks ?”

[Wow, that’s a wild ride…]

She answered with her grocery list. Hand soap, tuna, dish soap, pasta, rice, first aid kit,... Even ordering a washing machine for the dorm.

“How will you pay ?” Asked Sam, after packing everything with the washing machine voucher.

Victoria took out her credit card “With this ? I think we can activate her by buying something from a shop ?”

Sam’s eyes widened “Wow, a gold PyrEx ? You are quite loaded for a janitor.”

She read the name of the bank ‘Pyroxene Express Bank’.

So pyrex wasn’t the name of a chemical material but also the name of an AmEx type of card ? Damn, chance makes good. 

She put her card in the monitor and typed the pin number, hoping that it would pass. Her prayer was heard and she was happy when she saw the “payment accepted” on the machine.

She took her stuff and went back to the dorm. She was cleaning the copper pots and pans with ketchup when Yuu and Grim came back, dejected.

“What is happening, Sweetie ?” asked Victoria, having a rough idea of the problem.

Yuu cried “We need to search for a new stone mage or else we will be expelled from school. All because of Grim and this Ace guy.”

 Victoria knew and yet was angry. She never liked Ace in the game, he was too cocky for her taste. #sorrynotsorrytho.

She let the pans and pots rest in water to join Yuu. “Honey, that’s terrible… How are you going to do that ?”

Grim answered. “We need to go to this old mine to find the stone. It is going to be a great proof of my talent and my hench-human will work under my supervision !”

Victoria sighed. “You know Grim, a great leader would work with their underlings. Not letting them do all the work.”

Grim short circuited at the sentence. “Whaaaat ??”

Victoria squeezed the Child’s hand. “It will be hard but I have every faith in you. Think of it like a quest. Think calmly about the problem, everything will be alright. You just need to trust your gust, both of you.”

Yuu nodded. Grim was still under the shock of Victoria’s revelation.

Yuu asked. “Why are you cleaning the pots and pans with ketchup ?”

Victoria answered with a simple. “YouTube.”

After Yuu had calmed down, Victoria winged some pastas so they wouldn’t go on their quest with an empty stomach.

Victoria sent them off, promising she will wait for them before going to sleep.

While they were away, Victoria checked the mail and her phone. She had a text from Disney. “As promised, you will find your medical treatment in the mail and will be sent to you each month.

Kind regards,

Disney.”

At least she wouldn’t have to worry about that…

She found the parcel in the mail and when she opened it, there were her meds. There also was a letter addressed to her from the Pyroxene Express Bank. She opened it and found her bank ID to consult her bank account.

She sat on the couch and looked it up.

“Credit account : 3 521 madols.

Saving account : 433 900 madols.

Being transferred : 50 000 madols.”

So. It meant multiple things : 

1 madol = 1 euro,

her mortgage was refund,

she still was loaded from the sale of her patent.

companies were still purchasing the right to use the said patent.

She was rejoiced. At least they wouldn’t have to worry about money. She would take care of the three of them. She needed to protect them like she could, after all, they will save the school multiple times from overblot…

tag : @boba-tea-sipsip

[takamishinko]

karasuno and nekoma scenario + headcanons for ftm reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: dead naming, slight harassment and tranphobic comments like using the wrong pronouns.

a/n: this was a request from @mi-ts i hope you enjoy this and this is what you're looking for :) i added in some headcanons of my own as well. pls tell me if i said anything offensive in there by accident, i was also super tired when i wrote this so pls excuse me for any mistakes :'D

karasuno:

i feel like the entire team is pretty supportive and definitely not transphobic

the only person that i could possibly think of that doesn't understand transitioning would be tanaka but even then he'll still support you in whatever decision you make

let's start off with the first years

hinata and kageyama definitely uses correct pronouns though i feel like kageyama might forget sometimes but he'll just use they instead

tsuki doesn't care much and i don't think he cares a lot about anything other than maybe yamaguchi

yamaguchi would be really sweet about it, correct pronouns 100%, no mistakes or mess ups. he'll probably pay more attention to you and help you with whatever you need

kinoshita and narita are both super supportive people so they wouldn't care that much but they would definitely use right pronouns and all that

ennoshita is kind of the leader of the group right? i feel like he would advocate your pronouns only if ur comfortable with it though

alright third years

suga.

supportive supportive supportive super supportive

makes sure your absolutely 120% comfortable with your surroundings and if there are people bothering you he's not scared to get asahi and daichi to square up with them

daichi is pretty lowk about it. respectful of course. always tries to help you with suga but doesn't end up helping a lot but that's ok

lastly asahi would be…

pretty nervous about making sure he doesn't use the wrong pronouns or make you uncomfortable

like overly cautious but you find it funny and adorable

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"yo y/n! what took you so long? practice started 10min ago." tanaka shouted from across the gym.

"sorry…i got caught up with something." you replied with a sad tone in your voice.

the team immediately noticed something wrong. you were usually a pretty cheerful person and sulking like that didn't seem right to them. 

"woah woah, you good man?" noya said while tapping you shoulder.

"yah i'm fine guys, thanks." you lied.

"even a dumbass like hinata and king over there would know you're not fine, what's wrong." said tsuki.

"hey we heard that! but seriously y/n-kun, is everything ok?" hinata said while walking over with kageyama. 

"it's nothing much really… some second years called me uhh… "baby girl" today and asked me if i had anything to do after school. they wouldn't let me go either even after i told them i had somewhere else to be…. and the fact that i'm not a girl anymore." 

"they fucking what now?" suga said with an incredibly hostile smile on his face. 

"do you know their names?" daichi asked.

"yah its f/n l/n and f/n and l/n…" 

"those two sons of bitches??" tanaka and noya screamed in unison. 

"yah do you guys know them or something?" 

"they're in the class beside ours, we don't know much about them except that they're annoying as fuck. they've been making girls uncomfortable all year long." noya replied.

"oh… they must've thought i was a girl since i didn't wear a… y'know." 

"that's still no reason to do that to you y/n. first of all you weren't comfortable with them flirting with you, second of all you also told them that you're a guy and they still called you that." asahi said 

"yah that's true." daichi said with the rest of the team nodding their heads in agreement.

"don't worry y/n, we all know it's not your fault the binders don't work. no matter what you wear or how you look, the team will always see you as who you want to be!" suga said with a bright smile on his face this time.

a smile appeared on your face with warm thoughts entering your mind. knowing you have friends that care about you this much is truly a blessing you don't want to lose. 

"on a side note, suga and i know those 2 as well. in fact we know their homeroom teacher too, i'll go report to their teacher tomorrow. he loved suga and i, we were his best students." 

a small giggle came out of you and so did some happy tears. 

"thanks guys! it really means a lot." you said to all of your friends.

the rest of the practice was filled with joy and laughter. a few days later you received a handwritten apology from the two assholes you were talking about.

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nekoma:

same as karasuno i'm almost 100% sure none of them are transphobic and they would all be supportive. same case of tanaka with yamamoto though if anything

after you came out kuroo just gave you his signature smirk and a big thumbs up and continued to do his chemistry.

kai.

omg don't even get me started

he is SO supportive and just the nicest person possible

he's not aggressively supportive like suga but he's literally just always there for you. before you even realize you need something he already has it.

water, food, whatever it is.

yaku (personal nekoma fav), super chill about it

"oh cool, just let me go tell lev so he doesn't mess up your pronouns."

"lev for the last fucking time it's y/n and he/him it's not that hard to remember."

bonks lev everytime he messes up but he eventually got it

fukunaga just goes: 

":3 👍" 

so precious, never messes up your pronouns and names

kenma definitely doesn't mess up, remembers it well and i think he would just be like:

"cool, make sure you let the team know. especially lev…"

yamamoto would maybe mess up but he's trying his best

inuoka and shibayama:

i love these 2 so much btw^

inuoka would be excited cuz this is the first time someone ever came out as trans to them.

shibayama is just beside inuoka also being excited and nodding his head agreeing with everything he says

in conclusion these 2 are baby

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"hey guys what's up!" 

"ah y/ns here." kai said with s bright smile on his face, greeting you to practice.

"yo! what's up we're just getting started can you help me set up the net?" yaku said while waving over to you.

"yah i'm on my way give me a sec." 

"kenma go help yaku-san get off your game." kuroo said while poking at kenma.

"give me a sec. I'm almost finished." 

inuoka and shibayama were on the side listening to yamamoto talk about something. you and shōhei rushed over to help yaku with the net. 

"there, all done. thanks guys. kuroo let's start practice." yaku yelled

"yah everyone get ready-" 

just as kuroo said that, two boys entered the gym. they didn't look like they were up to anything good so kuroo stepped up and asked them what they're here for. 

"how can i help you two?" 

"we're just here to find d/n, oh there she is. hey~ you haven't answered our question yet, you free this weekend sweetheart?" one of the boys said as he attempted to move closer to you.

kuroo lost his shit immediately and pushed them away from you. 

"first of all his name is y/n, second of all it's he. lastly if you don't have anything else to say, please leave, our practice is about to start." 

"chill captain~ we just wanted to talk to this beautiful lady over here." 

"for the last fucking time you bastards it's-" yaku cut off kuroo before he could finish.

"leave it to me. you, tall one on the left, f/n l/n from c/n right?" yaku asked.

“y-yah why?” 

“your chemistry mark, 53% and you didn’t pass the test you took on thursday.”

“w-what ??! i don’t even know my mark yet how do you-”

“and you, the stick on the right, f/n l/n. you’re even worse, 49% as your total and your test? i’d embarrassed for you.”

“what the fuck?? w-who are you?!”

“yaku morisuke, 3rd year. the assistant for your chemistry teacher. now if you don’t want your marks leaked to the entire school i suggest you leave y/n here alone and get out.”

“tch yeah whatever !” the 2 boys said as they scurried away. 

“yaku-san!! that was so cool!!” everyone said.

“don’t worry about it! it’s what y/n deserves” he said with a huge thumbs up.

[idontblushsrry]

Itadori Yuuji Boyfriend Headcanons

A/N: Reader is from America and a black female. Idk why i decided to write this but I think that Yuuji would be a fun boyfriend lmao. I don’t entirely know what the reader’s cursed technique should be so lmk if you have any ideas. Until then enjoy Yuuji and reader being 2 idiots in love. Spoilers for all the eps of jujutsu kaisen up to about episode 11, nothing past that though as I want to finish the show first before reading the manga, so please be respectful of spoilers and label them (and tag if necessary) in the comments. Also srry if this cuts off abruptly bcus of the point the show is at. This is also like, all over the place but whatever.

(also sorry this was posted later than usual oops)

Word Count:  1943

This dork-

He is so sweet and kind and considerate 

But also a dumbass but also like he’s your dumbass

You and Yuuji are both equally stupid like bless yalls hearts

You and Yuuji met during his time at the Tokyo Academy when you transferred from America

The moment this man saw you walk up with Gojo-sensei he was smitten

Like your skin was glowing??? how???

And you had a slight accent but like he loved it too

And when you came up to greet him and shake hands you smelled so good and your skin was so soft

((He would later come to find out that the root of that was the shea cocoa butter lotion you used))

But yea mans was smitten and he is fully in love with you lmao

Will do literally anything you ask

You hungry? He’s prepared a 5 course, michelin star meal

Want new clothes? He’s been training for the day he could hold your bags for you

Ran out of hair products?? He’s already back with a special box of your products that he had imported from America

To this day you don’t know how he was able to get those products so quickly

He is loves when you tell him things about you from your day, to your times in america, to how your cursed energy works

Yall are the couple that does stupid shit together

Like one time you showed Yuuji one of those life hack videos and he was like 

“We should totally do that” 

And you were like “Bet”

Needless to say Fushiguro was very confused at the sight of bandaids on both of your fingers the next morning

“???What happened?”

“Well you see, I told Yuuji that I should use the glue gun because he didn’t even know where to put the glue stick. And he said nah, I got it and um yea so I fell and the glue gun was plugged in and then he tripped over me and so now we look like this.”

Gojo and Kugisaki thought that this was hilarious while Fushiguro decided that he’d store your guys’ glue gun in his shadows from now on

How yall manage to get through missions you go on together alive is a miracle

Speaking of missions, you eventually ask Yuuji what’s his deal because you feel a powerful aura coming from him but he never uses cursed energy, always cursed weapons

Cue Sukuna’s mouth popping up on the side of his face like “Hey mamas”

(You can’t tell me that Sukuna isn’t the type of guy to ask where his hug at)

“YUUJI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“Oh, I guess you haven’t met Sukuna yet, huh?”

So he sits you down and explains how he ate Sukuna’s finger and you're sitting there like ‘mhm mhm mhm, sorry you what?’

For like 3 days after he told you that you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him just because you were processing the fact that Yuuji ate someone’s nasty old ass finger and would have to eat 19 more

And the fact that he’s the vessel of like the worst curse known to man 

During those 3 days, Yuuji’s pouting because he’s like ‘I fucked up, now she doesn’t wanna kiss me let alone talk to me because of this monster inside of me :(’

Meanwhile you’re just like ‘why would anyone eat some random mummified finger?’

Eventually you get wind of Yuuji’s bad mood and immediately, you rush to smooth things over with him.

You knock on his door and hear blankets rustling before he goes, “I’m not in the mood to play fight right now Kugisaki’

“Can I come in baby?”

You immediately hear the most comical almost cartoonish amount of noise ranging from a cup falling over, sheets falling off the bed, and what sounds like Yuuji falling flat on his ass before he opens the door

When he does, you’re laughing and it’s like the sky is no longer grey and the world is filled with color

You smile at each other before your moment is interrupted with Sukuna going “Finally, full offense, his whining was getting annoying”

You step inside his room and apologize for ignoring him, explaining that you just needed time to process things, explaining that you should’ve told him that before dipping

He just grabbed you in a bear hug and lifted you of the ground and spinning you around laughing happily, after all he wasn’t even upset with you, he just missed you

And thus begins the honeymoon phase of your guys’ relationship

Fushiguro is actually really happy for you guys and is the most supportive of your relationship but if anyone asked him to admit that out loud he’d actually apparate to the nearest marooned ship

Nobura doesn’t hate you guys but she thinks all couples are disgusting, so while it’s nothing personal, she does gag when you and Yuuji do so much as make goo goo eyes at each other

Gojo is actually like the main cheerleader of your relationship. 

He is the teacher that changes the seating chart to put students he ships together

He was always pairing you and Yuuji up on missions and placing you as sparring partners like ur not slick

If Gojo is the cheerleader, Sukuna is an actual antagonist

Like the man goes out of his way to CHOOSE violence

Like on time you kissed Yuuji’s cheek on a date and when you pulled back, your lip was bleeding and Sukuna’s mouth was smirking at you

Another thing he likes to do is tell you all of Yuuji’s simp^tm thoughts

Like all of them

Now Yuuji isn’t ashamed of how much he loves you and is in fact very open with it, but he doesn’t need Sukuna telling you that the only reason he bought x mouthwash was because it made your breath smell like “sunshine” and he had to see if it would work on him

Speaking of dates, good luck

Now I stand by the fact that Yuuji would never half-ass a date and things with him are certainly never boring

But he’s also like a country boy in the city and his tourist tendencies tend to get the best of him

Like you’ll be trying to find a spot to eat and when you look back Yuuji’s gone

((Prolly to buy another I <3 Tokyo shirt so you can both match))

He always catches up with you ad you eventually learn that but like the first few times be havin you ready to put up a lost child signal on the loudspeaker

He’s very sweet and this is where his thoughtfulness shines through

You and Yuuji plan dates in the same way one plays bingo

Like because you never know where you’re going to be r when exactly you’ll both be free (especially with Gojo-sensei and his bare minimum ass information) you two tend to go ‘ok well if we’re here we’ll go here and if we’re here, we’ll go here’ and so on and so forth

But Yuuji always remembers such little one-off details about you that make your dates.

Like you mention wanting to try a sushi train and he’s already scrolled through multiple yelp reviews and watched every youtube restaurant review like 9 times

But every high has a low and Yuuji and your’s low comes suddenly and it brings you crashing to the ground with no warning and nothing to slow your descent

When your class of first years were sent to exorcise the special grade cursed womb

When Yuuji’s hand got blown off and he told you to run you froze, your mind racing faster than your legs could even start

“(Y/N) RUN!” Yuuji’s voice broke you out of your fear-based trance

“I- I...can’t...I can’t leave you!” you cried out all your rational senses screamed at you to go, run, he had Sukuna and you were barely a grade 2 sorcerer. But your intuition told you if you left him you wouldn’t see him alive again.

You were trapped in a paralysis of indecision but the choice was made for you when a sticky tongue wrapped around your midriff and you were gulped into the mouth of one of Fushiguro’s frogs

“Goddamn it Fushiguro! Let me go! I need to... save... him.” You were outside the building before you could even finish arguing.

You glared up at Fushiguro but your eyes softened some when you saw how beat up Kugisaki looked.

He gave you this look that said he did what he had to do and he didn’t care what you had to say about it 

You and him waited in the rain for Yuuji or Sukuna to exit the building

You tried to focus yourself and save your negative emotions for your cursed attack

When Sukuna inevitably appeared, one finger stronger, you were fully prepared to fight him

However, he didn’t seem interested in fighting you and more engaged in fighting with Megumi

You tried to urge Fushiguro to wait it out, eventually Sukuna would lose control, but when Sukuna took Yuuji’s heart hostage, you both knew you’d have to fight

You and Fushiguro gave it your all but when Yuuji came back he still died 

It took all your strength to not completely fall apart after his death and the support from the second years as well as Kugisaki and Fushiguro helped

You’d tried to visit him at the morgue but Shoko only told you that she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.

You still slept in his sweaters and the things that smelled like him from time to time, trying to make the idea of him last, but after a month, the smell of him had started to fade

Everything about Yuuji’s memory seemed to become leached away with time, from his smell, to the wear present on things he’d given to you

You couldn’t help but feel resentful towards yourself but also to Sukuna, he’d taken Yuuji from you with the same care that one would throw litter on the ground

The pain in your chest didn’t wane either, it only became ignorable to a degree as training for the exchange with the Kyoto students became more intense

Fushiguro is a comfort to you as well, aside from you, him and Yuuji were the closest to each other and so he gets a lot of what you’re going through and doesn’t push when you become more withdrawn

He also lets you pet his demon dog too but when you ask him why he’s letting you pet it he just says ‘because no one would believe you if you told them’ lies

The bastard really just does it because he knows you’re sad and he doesn’t want you to be sad

Speaking of the Kyoto students, Zenin Mai and Toudou Aoi are permanently on your shit list

You’re relieved that Panda, Maki, and Inumaki came to your guys’ aid but like if you had your way Mai wouldn’t even exist

Anyways Maki has Panda physically restrain you while she tries to calm you down 

“(Y/N), you can kick her ass at the exchange!”

When you calm down, Panda puts you down and even though Mai’s long gone with Todou to go get his handshake, you make a promise that carries through the wind

‘Zenin Mai, pray that the next time you run across me I’m feeling kind, because if not-’, the last word is lost as the wind picks up but Mai feels a shiver rack through her body that more than ensures your message.

[kuroosmikasavolleyball]

Like A Disney Movie But Awkward

Abendrot

(n) the color of the sky when the sun is setting; a certain afterglow.

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a/n: there have been so many delays(I’m so sorry), but this is the final part! I hope you enjoyed this series. It’s kinda wonky because it’s my first one but in the future, it’ll def get better. Let me know what pairing you want to see next!

Part 5 summary: (Y/N) can’t get the sunset or Cedric out of her head, so she asks him to go watch the sunset with her. Totally just like friends, right? After falling(literally) in love and a bit of advice from the twins, (Y/N) has everything she needs to confess. But will she? (I mean no shit it’s a happy ending)

pairing: cedric x fem!reader (in ravenclaw)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

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The excitement that was brought along with the weekend and the quidditch games was gone when Monday struck through. Most teachers were understanding enough on Friday to lessen the workload, but Snape still assigned a 6-inch paragraph on Golpallot’s Third Law. The twins laughed at (Y/N) when they heard what homework Snape gave since they weren’t in Potions class anymore.

Cedric announced, well actually, scratch that. Cedric told the twins and (Y/N) that he was going to enter the Triwizard Tournament; Fred and George announced it to basically the entirety of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

“Maybe I should’ve kept it a secret until I actually entered.”

Cedric whispered to (Y/N), who was currently by the pond with the three boys.

“I think I would’ve been offended if you didn’t tell me.”

“Duly noted. Now, what are we supposed to do for Charms again?”

Chuckles rose and (Y/N) leaned over to check Cedric’s textbook.

“Since it’s water we’re handling, we need to research and take notes on a way to breathe underwater.”

Fred’s head suddenly popped up from the draft advertisement for Weasley’s Wizardly Wheezes(3W), “That sounds cool, no? Breathing under water. I reckon we’ll have sprouted tails and gills if I try that spell. Do tell though; how do you cast the spell?”

Cedric laughed, “It sounds like you’re going to test that spell no matter what the consequences. I think there’s one about some sort of weed you have to eat, and maybe you can do transfiguration on yourself, or..”

The rest of the afternoon was spent on doing work and lazing around. (Y/N) had an idea about seeing the sunset again now that she fell in love with it. It was addicting.

(Y/N) tiptoed behind Cedric after spotting him outside near the courtyard. She quietly reached for his arms and suddenly shook him in hopes of scaring him. It worked, sort of..he turned around and jumped simultaneously, tripping over (Y/N) and landing on the floor, grasping her to prevent too much damage.

They both groaned as the pain shot through their backs, Cedric quickly scrambling off of (Y/N) to avoid her seeing his blush getting crushed by him.

“Ugh..remind me to never scare you again.”

They both laid on the grass, no energy to get up from the slightly too close situation they were in.

“Anyways..are you free tonight?”

Cedric cocked his head, turning to look at (Y/N) to see her already gazing at him.

“Um..except the fact that we have classes tomorrow and should probably sleep early, yeah I’m free. What do you have in mind?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to see the sunset… with me. I saw a glimpse yesterday during the game and I think I have a good spot to see the view. You up for it?”

“..Definitely. The sunsets near the quidditch pitch are one of a kind.”

“I know right?! Bring your broomstick.”

After finishing all her work and rushing out the Ravenclaw room when Kimball told her to use protection, she bumped into George and Fred.

“Woah, where are you going so quick?”

George dramatically pretended to faint. “Are you..sneaking out? Freddie, catch me. We’ve finally turned little Ms. Follow The Rules; I couldn’t be more proud.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully. “I might be..what’s it to you?”

“Ok defensive queen. We can’t find Diggory anywhere and we were about to ask you, but I think I know why he’s missing now. You guys finally confessed??”

Why is it so easy for her face to heat up?

“Oh, god no. We’re just going to see the sunset.”

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if we joined you both, right?” Fred snickered.

“No! ..I mean.. ugh fine, you guys win. I want to tell him...”

“Aw look, she’s in love. Don’t worry, pretty boy is hooked on you.”

“Shush..I have to go…thanks.”

She zoomed past, thankful to get away from the boys towering over her intimidatingly. After a quick stop to the quidditch locker room, she met Cedric and they snuck out of the exit near the gardens.

“Where are we going?”

“Just follow me.”

Out of instinct, (Y/N) grabbed Cedric’s hand and pulled him towards the field. She mounted her broom and told Cedric to do the same. They flew to a hilltop not too far from the quidditch stands and heard chuckles behind her when Cedric found out what she was planning.

“Here’s the lucky spot; I think it’s high enough to see the sunset clearly.”

The sky had already become a mixture of the most compassionate shades of orange and blue. Cedric produced a blanket that was magically folded in his pocket and they sat, conscious of the closeness.

“It’s so ethereal… and weirdly calming.”

Cedric wanted to say that (Y/N) is way more ethereal and calming, but he kept it to himself.

The sun touched the horizon and started sinking into a sea of warm tones. Cedric glanced towards (Y/N), seeing the beauty in front of them as a reflection in her eyes. He wanted to tell her, so badly. But the fear of messing up everything held him back until his thoughts vanished when she turned her head towards him too.

“I’m cold.” (Y/N) grumped with a slight smile.

Cedric’s arms had an irreplaceable feeling to them and (Y/N) wished time would stop. She did have feelings for him anyways…

“Hey I have to tell you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“(Y/N)..I’ve wanted to tell you..but I don’t really know how to.”

“Can I say it first?”

“Wait what??”

“Wait, were you not going to say..oh my god did I misunderstand..shoot I- “

Frantic speeches were then cut off by a soft touch of lips. A simple warmth spread through both their bodies immediately into a rapid fire of feelings.

Cedric pulled away.

“So you were thinking the same thing as me.”

They both laughed as their cheeks heated up and they looked at the sky again. The sun has now almost completely disappeared into the dark abyss of mountains.

(Y/N) broke the silence. “You know, I thought of you during the game..and a lot of other times. *chuckles* Because the sunset kept coming up in my mind, and I remembered when you told me a word for this..view.”

“Is that why you wanted to come up here? I just thought you wanted a bigger gesture to say something..I’m just glad I had the same words in mind.”

“I like you. A lot. Sorry, I just wanted to say it.”

“I like you too. Way more than I thought earlier because I was scared, but now..yeah.”

(Y/N) grinned and a mutual understanding passed through their eyes; before wasting another second, they kissed again. Slowly and gently, as the sky turned darker.

Cedric whispered against her lips. “You’re my abendrot.”

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extra a/n: lol this was so much like a disney movie ending pls- I’m going to start writing angst,,,

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 5

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

(Unedited.)

Tuesday

January 10th 2005

Last night was the only night I'm allowing myself to cry over him and his 'return'. What good would it do me? No, I was gonna take Erik and whatever he had to throw at me by storm.

Waking up the next day, I feel refreshed. Like a brand new person with a more positive mindset. Today I had 3 classes and I'm determined to have a good Erik free day.

That whole Erik free thing went out the window as soon as I got to my first class.

Double O Computer Programming 1 was a junior class, however I'd taken it during the summer during my first year at UC Berkeley. DOCP 2 wouldn't be available until next semester but I needed to have a class since this was my first year on the actual campus. Thankfully Miss Hill really needed a T.A and the fact that I could help with an algorithm that tied into thermal nuclear astrophysics had her sold.

Right after I finished taking attendance, she barely got a word out before the door swung open revealing Erik as our late comer. I quickly glanced at the sheet in front of me, scanning for his name. I was so use to calling him N’dajaka when we were kids, I completely skipped over ‘Erik Stevens’. I huffed rolling my eyes, arms crossed over my chest. His timbs were the only thing heard shuffling across the room making hid way toward the front of the class. Wordlessly he handed Miss Hill before his eyes were on me. They scanned me from top to bottom, before locking with me a smug grin on his lips.

"Hey Lona," my jaw dropped.

Before I could get out a word, Miss Hill opened her mouth, looking up from the paper he handed her.

"Welcome Erik, sorry for the confusion."

"It's all good," he shrugged.

"Im Miss Hill, and I see you already know my aid. As I explained to the class prior to taking attendance, If I'm unavailable feel free to email or call her during the hours listed on the sheet." She is then took a sheet from me and handed him to me. "Other than that, find a seat."

He nodded pretending look over the sheet before averting his gaze back on me.

"I'm definitely gon do that."

Fuck my life right?

Well, Erik just so happened to be in the Calculus class I skipped two days ago. I thank God my record was squeaky clean and Mr. Kennedy accepted my poor excuse before I was quickly reminded the man upstairs has a sense of humor as the only available seat was next to Erik.

"The person next to you will be your partner for the remainder of the semester so let's take the next 15 minutes getting know one another hmm?." Mr. Kennedy instructed.

I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped as Erik casually leaned back in his chair, examining me.

"You heard the man, get to know me."

"I know all I need this know about you Erik."

"Oh so I'm Erik now? Like that?" He spoke cool, calm, and collected like our exchanged was normal.

I gripped my pencils tight, my knee bouncing up and down my body tense.

"Let me set things straight now. We don't need to talk to one another. If it doesn't have anything to do with any of the classes we take together, don't want to hear it. When you see me act like you don't know me. We clear?"

The expression on his face was unreadable before his lip twitched slight him responding.

"Crystal."

Wednesday

January 24th, 2005

It had been two weeks since Erik showed up here.

Ok that's a lie.

Apparently this man has been here. And to top it off, this mans name was in every bitch mouth like the second coming of Jesus Christ. From what I've observed though, he doesn't say much, or gives any of these broads much attention. He don't say much in general actually, he's really good at blending in. He got that laid back, mysterious, bad boy vibe going for him and these females out here hella into that.

But when he opens his mouth, that cocky bastard sure knows how to disrupt my entire soul at least while we're in class.

Outside of class though, he acts like I'm invisible.

It was like he never knew me. And honestly, I don't know how to feel about it. I know that's what I said I wanted but it bothers me just the same.

Today in particular though, he argued me down during our Calculus class. We had one problem to figure out before we could leave class today. You and your partner were supposed agree on the answer, and heaven forbid he just agree with me so we can get out of here. Math was always my subject when we were kids, nothing has changed. I was damn near about to say fuck it when he started laughing.

What in the entire fuck it so funny?" I was fuming.

"You," he shook his head. "You really hella mad."

"Um, YES!" I damn near shouted fed up. "You literally been tryna convince me it's 5 when it's-"

"Chill. I know the answer is 3 girl. C'mon, let's go." So smoothly he closed the book, grabbed his bag and headed to the front.

I was so upset, I had to let him do all the talking when it came to explain to the teacher I'll answer and how we got there. I know I open my mouth I wasn't going to say anything nice.

"Girl what crawled up your ass and died?" Donise questioned with a stank look as we sat at one of the benches outside of the library.

"Yeah What did Erik do now," I could hear teasing in Tatiana's tone so I flipped her off.

Only giving a brief explanation, I went on a mini rant about what happened in class 20 minutes ago. Donise's thought it was funny, while Tati just shook her head.

"I still can't believe it him," Tatianna glanced as a group of guys from across the quad headed our way, Erik included.

"Yes, and I wish it wasn't."

Tatianna was the first real friend I made in a while. I was actually tutoring her online for a while before she found out I was 4 years younger than her. Our friendship started off as a trade. I was her tutor and she both convinced and enrolled in a mentor program to help me with my social skills. I didn't speak to anyone much when Erik left, but I got into a lot of fights. According to the school counselor I was taking out my anger and abandonment issues on.I have meds to tame the anger, and while I haven't had to take them in a while Eric definitely bring that anger out of me.

"Girl that's just sexual tension. You got to fuck all that out." Ashley put in her unwanted two cents.

"Trust me when I tell you on God it isn't."

"Well if you out to holla, then trust and believe I will." She tossed her hair over her shoulder

I didn't really mess with Ashley like that, but she was Tati's frat sister which made them 'friends'. That little thot pocket will screw anything with legs, D, and a pulse and I'm not bout that life. Plus she messy as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.

"I don't doubt it," I smirked as Donise said exactly what I was thinking.

Donise was coo' though, I meet her when I first got here 2 months ago. Believe It or not she was apart of the welcome comity for MIT and turned out her and Tatiana were already friends. Once she figured out  who I was, I was shot to the front line during registration and everything.

"Anyways, y'all going Ant and them party tomorrow?" Ashley questioned probably tryna bum a ride.

"What party?"

"The Que's," Donise answered. "The dudes with Erik are frat."

Now this was news to me. I met most of them before but I had no idea there were in a sorority. Examining them, I guess it all made sense. Most in the clique sported some sort of purple and yellow lanyard either around their neck or on their keychain that hung from their jean pocket as if  they wanted everybody to know who they were. Which I wouldn't doubt.

"Ladies! What we chattin about?" Moses questions every bit of his thick English accent tapering off every word.

"Our plans for mañana," Tati answered l

"Word. Y'all coming to the party tomorrow?" Jay spoke playing with a few strands of Donise's curls.

"Tomorrow? It's Thursday." I said confused. "Ain't there class the next day?"

"What's the matter, you can't hang?" I glared at Jay, knowing he was only chastising me because him and Erik were close, according to Tati.

I swear to God men gossip more than women do. Rolling my eyes I spared Erik a glance and he looked like he was waiting on me to respond.

"Oh, I can definitely hang."

I couldn't hang.

Around midnight I was  in the bathroom throwing up everything, damn near hug in the toilet as my surrounding looks so blurry and I can barely function. Im not sure when I'd finally finished, but I could feel someone picks me up and out the bathroom and soon everything goes blurry and then black.

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'Surprising' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Surprising"

"Ready for your new job, agent Grigoriev?"

Chapter Summary: Days passed and while having a little fun game of 'Bullshit' with Zasha & Park, Yirina got an idea that could be surprising for them to do...

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July 2nd, I was now well used to go work at Century House, fill up some paperwork, talk with some people, be with Park & Zasha, coming back to the apartment to have a good diner, maybe watching TV or playing a 'Bullshit' game before going to sleep, that was now my daily basis since we returned from Verdansk but today was a different day from the other ones. Today, it was the first time that I, Park & Zasha were authorized to not go to work, allowing a day of taking a break peacefully in the apartment.

There was still that problem with the arrival of Lukas Ritter and that mysterious I.B in London. I, Park the MI5 & Zasha's team were on it for days but we didn't succeed to catch anything to know about both of them. It was sure nonetheless that we were going to put aware of anything new in the case by the MI5 or the rest of Zasha's team that was working at Century House for us and now, the three of us were in the living room, not watching TV but...rather playing a 'Bullshit' game as friends...

"Come on, how the fuck did you get 2 queens, Yiri?" Park cursed at me after I put in the middle of the table two queens on the pack of cards.

"Hey, it's not me that said 'Bullshit'!" I smirked at her, giving eyes to the pack of cards as a means for her to take the pack in her hands. "So now, you take the pack or I'll have to do something very bad," I warned her, a smile on the part of my face...a naughty thought in my head.

"You're not funny, love," She sighed, taking the pack of cards in her hands even if I was feeling in her voice that she wasn't meaning it. "Did you two ally against me?"

"Why I will do that?" Zasha fainted to be offended by Park's words, their little pack in their hands. "I literally beat you two together two nights ago along with my Yiri so I didn't ally with her, Park," They added, making a little laugh by looking at the two of us. "So, are you going to make a team against me or we're continuing to play?"

"An alliance is probably good," I muttered, winking at Park and by the second I said that Park immediately moved to get next to me with her big pack of cards. "Wait, that was a joke..."

"Not for me," Park smiled at me, now finding myself to work with her and her big pack of cards along with mine that was like between big & small. "If we work together, I promise big things with you, only the two of us," She whispered in my left ear, using a pretty seductive voice

"Ok, I'm teaming up with Park," I exclaimed to Zasha, joining my pack with Park's one almost enthusiastic about Park's...proposal to me. "Now, let's the fun begin: four kings," I started, looking at the united cards.

"Pfff...bullshit." Zasha chuckled, thinking that I was joking before I start to put down the first king card.

"One king," I said, not removing my eyes from Zasha to see their reaction as I was putting the card down.

"Two kings," Park continued, taking the second card on the table.

"Three kings," I put down the third one before I start to see a small drop of water on Zasha's forehead, making me laugh "And four kings!" I announced, putting the last king card we had in the united pack.

"Ah, come on, that ain't right!" Zasha protested, resisting the urges of throwing their cards on the table, half-upset to us. "That isn't fair at all, you teamed up," They complained.

"Yes, but you didn't say anything to us about it," Park raised her shoulders to them, slowly moving her hands towards the four kings' cards on the table to give them. "So, we had the right to do it,"

"It's the first time you beat me but you two had to team up," Zasha rolled their eyes around the room, their face directly telling that our alliance was...how can I say?...not obligated to do to beat them. "You two...next time, beat me by not allying with each other,"

"At least, we showed that you weren't invincible to 'Bullshit'," I stated as they were always winning with Portnova at their side while I & Park were the ones always losing, now having changed the things and having won. "There's a beginning to everything, Zed," I added.

"Maybe but your victory isn't a fair one," They continued to not accepting our victory against them, nonetheless taking the kings' cards in their hands. "You two...well, I'm probably sure you two want coffee for your victory,"

"Why not?" I suggested, looking at Park who nodded to me. "I'm for it and I'm sure that you're going to have one for you too,"

"You're goddamn right," They grinned at me, putting their pack of cards upside down on the table to get up to walk to the kitchen, leaving me & Park on the couch.

"At least, we managed to trick them," Park muttered, her right arm going around my shoulder. "As I promised, me & you are going to do some big things alone," She affirmed, her left arm now above my chest.

"I'm curious about what we will do," I breathed, my hands going on her left arm, a smile on my face. "I just think that we should do that away, you know, maybe a little travel somewhere," I suggested to her.

"And where do you want to go exactly?" She asked me curiously.

"I don't know, we can talk about it later," I said as her question was a bit hard to respond to despite the easiness of it. "Now, we had to beat Zasha on our own," I told her.

"Yeap, you have to..." I heard Zasha's voice coming back to us, three cups in their hands, me moving to grab the two they were having in their left hand. "And if you don't, I will certainly have to teach you the game perfectly," They continued, sitting back on their seat.

"We'll see about it now," I snorted before taking a sip of my cup, and then, suddenly, it was like I had an idea in my head. "Wait, I think that we can do something else,"

"What? You fear to let me win again?" Zasha bragged, drinking their coffee.

"No, why don't we go pay a visit to Portnova at the university?" I proposed to both as she was the only one that was at work today, "It's surely going to surprise her, I never got the chance to see her as a teacher,"

"Why not? I want to see that too," Park agreed to my idea as Zasha was surprised to hear that from us.

"Well, that's a great idea from you and since it's been you came back that I didn't have the chance to visit her at work so yeah, I'm in," They also agreed to my idea as I & Park got up from the couch, our cup in hands, finishing them quickly. "Prepare yourselves, I'll be leading the way,"

"Of course," Park smiled at them, putting her cup down on the table.

"Yeap," I did the same thing as her before I moved away to grab mine & Park's jacket on the coat hanger. "Time for us to go back to university," I joked while I was putting on my jacket after giving Park hers.

Once we were done preparing ourselves and waiting for Zasha to do the same as they were still wearing their pyjamas at the beginning of the afternoon, having to dress back in casual clothes, we left the apartment, not forgetting to take some things for our visit to Portnova, including papers & pens to write as I also thought that it was a good idea to attend one of Portnova's lecture class this afternoon, talking about maths.

Instead of walking through a large part of London to reach the university, we decided to use the imperial buses to get to it, discovering for the first time those buses from the inside that were like usual ones...but with more seats & a roof for passengers. However, we stayed in the comfort of inside the bus we took, letting Park & Zasha sit on free seats while I stayed up as the bus was almost full of people.

It took us ten minutes to arrive at the university by bus, also discovering the place for the first time as I never got the chance to visit this part of London but thanks to Zasha and a bit Park, I managed to spot my way in, Zasha leading the way to get us to the room she was going to make her lecture soon, having arrived in time to not miss it entirely.

"You're sure it's here?" I asked Zasha as we arrived near one of the doors they stopped nearby.

"Of course, Portnova is always making her lectures in here and as you know well, I already know the place," They admitted before they opened the door for me & Park. "Come on, students, time to learn," They scoffed, gesturing to us to enter the room that was looking like an auditorium with almost a hundred real students already in.

"Shit, it's a lot," I commented, discovering the number of people in here as I wasn't so feeling good to be around a lot of people in a small place.

"Grigoriev? Park? Zed?" I was surprised when I heard Portnova's voice near me, looking in her direction to see her coming from the main desk. "But what are you doing here?" She asked us.

"We wanted to surprise you, Yiri," Zasha replied, a grin on their face at seeing Portnova dressed like a teacher, she was looking perfect in that uniform. "It's been a long time that I didn't came and we all wanted to 'attend' one of your classes if possible,"

"Yeah, we wanted to know but if you think it's too stressful for you, we can stay outside until you're finished," Park suggested, telling one of her fears about the surprise. "It was just our curiosity that wanted to know how you were as a teacher," She added, looking at me as the one who got the idea about it.

"Well, that doesn't disturb me at all," Portnova reassured us, making the three of us relieved. "I see that you didn't come with your hands empty," She remarked, seeing the things we got in hands, paper & pens.

"We preferred to really attend than just look at you making your work so we bring paper," Zasha explained to her, seeing them wink at her.

"Good, go install yourselves somewhere, I'm going to start soon," She ordered to us, gesturing towards the remaining seats for us "Be advised: I will check your work once I'm done," She smirked at us, using a half-serious voice before she starts to walk back to her desk.

"We should sit at the end of the class, having a better view and of course, not wanting to stress too much Portnova," I suggested to the two as I think that I never wanted to be in front of everyone in the room, having a hundred eyes in my back isn't something I like.

"And by luck, we got seats for us," Park whispered, pointing towards the free seats at the end of the class, just located on the side of the main doors before she moved to get to them, following her quickly before we could sit perfectly on them.

"Back to university..." I thought to myself like that, thinking about my recovered memories but I never had one of me attending a class or something. "It's still weird to be acting like students for me," I spoke to Park as she was sitting near me in the middle, Zasha against the wall.

"Not for me, makes me remember when I studied international relations in Oxford," She said with a smile, putting her paper on the table with her pen before crossing her arms. "A good period for me,"

"You studied at Oxford before?" Zasha demanded to her, removing themselves from the wall, sounding curious in their voice.

"Yeap, I started to study in Oxford two months after I turned 18 years old," She responded, looking at them.

"Mmhm..mmhm," We all heard a microphone and Portnova's voice through it, probably the way to get her voice listened from everyone and that did get our attention. "Hello, everyone, it's time for us to continue from the last class," She started, prompting me, Park & Zasha to make us ready.

At this moment, it was time for us to become for almost 2 hours, maths students, listening to Portnova's lesson and making sure to note everything while she was asked questions by some curious students. Zasha said to us discreetly that they thought at first that they were asking 'stupid questions' until Portnova make them realize that they weren't stupid at all, giving a lot of arguments and causing Zasha to stop thinking about it as 'stupid'...just curiosity.

There was something that I didn't think at first about a lecture, it's that we really need to write faster as Portnova was not stopping at any moments in her lesson, thinking at first that my pen was going to give me up before the end of the 2 hours but hopefully after one hour of lesson, Portnova allowed everyone to take a break for 5 minutes before she could restart her lesson again, giving me a time to breathe.

"That's looking very interesting," I said, looking down at what I wrote on my own piece of paper.

"I second this, she's really a good teacher and we did only one hour," Park commented, agreeing about my statement before she got up from her seat. "I'm going to talk with her until she restarts, you're both coming?" She asked.

"Of course," Zasha replied directly.

"I'm going to take a breath in the hallway for a second, I'll be coming back shortly," I responded for me as even if the class was nice, it was like feeling too hot in here, the windows of the auditorium not even opened to let some fresh air coming in.

"Okay, we'll stay with Portnova if you search for us," Park reassured me as I got up from my seat along with Zasha before we start to walk down the stairs, parting ways with the two to get outside the big room to take a breath. I was only out for a few seconds that I was intentionally pushed over by a man dressed in a black hoodie in front of me.

"Hey, watch where you're going, redhead!" The man warned me, not taking the blame at all but suddenly, I saw something that almost freezes my blood: the man was wearing a small Perseus necklace above his hoodie.

"I'm sorry, sir," I apologized, not really myself in my voice until he walked away from me...entering the room I just left...the room where Portnova was teaching. "Fuck..." I whispered, realizing the whole situation: a Perseus agent was here. "Damnit," I said before I start to walk back into the class, seeing the man sitting on an empty seat in one of the first ranks.

"Already finished?" Zasha demanded to me as I was getting near them, Park & Portnova speaking.

"No, we have a problem," I revealed to them, moving to get closer to them. "There's a Perseus agent in the class,"

"What?" The trio whispered in shock to me, thinking that I was joking at first until I shook my head.

"You saw a guy dressed in a hoodie coming in..." I whispered, Portnova nodding to me discreetly. "He has a Perseus necklace with him and...shit, I think that he's after you, Portnova," I suggested as the man from Perseus didn't seem to recognize me despite my old status in the collective.

"Shit, that's means that Perseus knows that I'm alive," Portnova mumbled, seeing her eyes looking around before stopping in the direction the Perseus agent was. "What do you propose?" She asked me.

"Tell your students that you are needed for a few minutes and when you left, go to the bathroom, it's sure that the agent will follow you." I proposed, putting my arm for a second on her desk. "I'll be following him from up close while Park & Zasha follow me, we're going to trap him," I added and the trio nodded to me.

"Good, I'll tell them," Portnova approved, gesturing to go back to our seats, walking upstairs to reach them. "Excuse me everyone but I'm needed for a few minutes by a colleague, I'll be back shortly!" Portnova announced through her microphone to the students, putting silence in the room before she starts to walk away from her desk to leave it.

"Shit, the agent is following here," Zasha spoke up as we saw the Perseus agent leaving his seat too to walk away.

"I'm tailing him, stay near me," I took a deep breath before I do the same as the Perseus agent, going back downstairs to left the room too, knowing that Park & Zasha was nearby.

As I left the room, I saw the Perseus agent following Portnova from up close, her taking the right direction as I was walking to them, hoping to catch him quickly before he could put his hands on her and suddenly, I looked at Portnova who entered a room, probably the bathroom and as I predicted, that man was still behind her, entering the bathroom too before I start to run towards the door of it to get my hands on it.

"Shit..." I muttered as I start to hear some weird noises inside, causing me to open the door in a fast move, and then, I could discover the man that was going to take a pistol out of his jacket.

I moved quickly to grab the pistol out of his hands, throwing myself in him to make sure that no gunshot was going to happen in that place and by the noises, Portnova who was faking to look herself in the mirrors turned around to help me take out that agent but as I was falling down with him, he managed to push me over with his feet, landing with my back on the wall almost hardly.

"Fucking amateurs..." The man scoffed as he was struggling with Portnova for the gun until he headbutts her violently, removing her from the top of him, allowing him to get up, and then, I stretched my neck and arms to fight with that. "Here you are, redhead!" He told me before I start to give him punch and strike towards him, trying to find a way to make my attacks perfect, him managing to block a part of my punches to him.

After a few seconds of trying to punch him in his chest with my fists, I decided to change my methods, going to knee kick him in his waist, receiving some punches on my face, starting to feel the small taste of blood in my mouth but after a few strikes in the chest, I grabbed him by the collar, putting him against the window of the bathroom but as I was going to have knocked out by looking by his face, I was unfortunately distracted by the sound of a door.

Turning my head around was a bad mistake as he strikes me right in the guts and headbutts me too, making me fall on the ground as he opened the window of the bathroom, his pistol still on the ground as I was seeing briefly Park & Zasha coming in to check on us and help us but it was looking too late.

"You have the regards of Bellamy Petrov!" The man saluted us, using a joking tone before he jumped off through the opened window, out of sight of me as Park runs to catch him to the window.

"Shit, he's got away!" She said after checking for a few seconds through the window, seeming too late to stop this 'Bellamy'. "Yiri, you're alright?" She turned around to help me got up.

"I'm bleeding, I think," I replied after she helped me back on my feet, looking myself in the mirror to see some blood coming out of my nose, still feeling that taste in my mouth. "Fuck, now, Perseus knows that Portnova faked her death," I told, looking back at Portnova who was helped by Zasha back on her feet.

"How they could have known?" Zasha asked after they helped Portnova that was still holding her head, hurt.

"Perseus must have either agents in the MI6 or he's having agents everywhere, every time," Park responded with her hands on her waist. "We got the luck to come here, we avoided an assassination for sure,"

"Yeah but now, things are surely going to change," I commented about the situation. "If Perseus tried this today, that's meaning that Ritter & that I.B is coming soon for their job," I added, thinking that it was the only thing to link to that attempt. "Portnova, how do you feel?" I demanded to her.

"I'm fine, that guy is a brute with his punch & his head," She replied, holding her forehead as Zasha was staying near her, looking by her state.

"I think that we should get out of here, Portnova, you need to come with us," Park ordered in a clear voice, staying near me too, me holding my nose to stop the blood to come out and Portnova nodded, understanding the situation we were now facing...

"It seems that Perseus is taking his actions to a new level and I don't like it!"

[g-46-stark]

Find Me In Paris: Things I’m still wondering...

So, I really love Find me in Paris, is really funny and original.

I appreciate the way they handle all the time travel stuff... I’ve watched it like a hundred of times, but I’m still wondering:

1-Why no one ever told Lena about the Russian Revolutions of 1905 and 1917?

Really, not even Ines, who’s like the ballerina version of Hermione Granger.

For the ones who don’t know what I’m talking about, or just wants a reminder, I’m going to make a short resume:

From 1904 to 1905 Russia and Japan were fighting a war; Russia lose it, so people weren’t very happy (they also realize some social classes needed some changes);

The Russian army repressed a manifestation in St. Petersburg (some people want to present a petition to zar Nikolai II);

It started a revolution that lasted two years (1905-1907). After it, the zar was forced to create the Duma (a sort of Parliament). Some historicals think that this was the first step of the 1917 Russian Revolution;

During WWI, the social situation in Russia wasn’t all this good, especially for the factory worker. They all unite under the ideals of Lenin, and it started the October Revolution, which led to the abdication of zar Nikolai II;

Due to some political issue (it started a civil war between the new communist government and people that still wanted the zar) Nikolai Romanov and his family (his wife Alexandra, his four daughter Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia, and his son Alexei) were took in Siberia and then killed.

So, Lena is a Russian princess: some people think is Nikolai daughter, but since it’s not specificated, let’s say she’s his niece. 

She obviously doesn’t know about Russian nobility fate; so, she still thinks that in Russia there would be a zar, who would be one of Nikolai’s descendants.

She says on more than one occasion that she is a princess, who lives in a palace in Russia.

But the thing is this: I don’t think the old Russian nobility still lives in Russia and has all their old proprieties such as palaces.

So no one (not even the teachers) find strange that Lena goes around saying she’s a princess?

This leads me to the next point: why doesn’t Ines tell Lena about Russia 20th century history?

She knows Lena is from 1905, so she knows why she doesn’t know about it.

If I know that one of my dearest friends is a time traveler from 1900’s Russia (and part of the nobility), one of the first thing I would say to them it would be: “If you ever go back in your century, stay away from Russia! Move to the US and don’t go anywhere else!”.

I understand Ines wouldn’t say that for all the “don’t change the past because you don’t know how it could affect the future” thing, but seriously… Lena always said she wanted to go back! You don’t want to even warn her?

And later, in season 2, Lena said to Max all the truth; and she also said she wanted to go back so she could save Ines.

All Max has to say on it was: “Oh, ok. I’m really sad that you’re leaving, but that’s ok. Let’s create the most transgressive choreography that Paris Opera has ever seen.”.

And I was like… Ehm…hello?? The girl you claim to love just said she wanted to go back at the beginning of a disastrous century!! She’s leading herself into two revolutions and probably her death, but ok, let’s dance through it.

No one there knows anything about 1900’s Russian history?

And besides that, what about the history lessons or the history teacher?

What do they teach students in that school?

Oh, right...

2- Max's family: What happened between Max and Ruben     (Reuben?)? What happened between Armando and his wife? And, more importantly, where is she?

I know that since Lena is the main character, we should be worried about her background story, but really… you can’t throw us some hints about Max's dysfunctional family and then just walk away.

I mean, maybe it’s just me, but I’m still confused about something.

If I get it right (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong):

Ruben is not Armando biological son: he was adopted in Spain;

He was a street boy, who was an extraordinarily talented dancer;

He and Max were inseparable;

At some point, their mum took them to London, where she wanted them to attend a boarding school (Arrow? Harrow?);

Max was accepted, but Ruben wasn’t;

So, Armando took the boy with him to New York (where he presumably worked for the Imperial Ballet) since their mum “can’t take care of him”;

Then something bad happened between the two brothers;

The result was that Max was expelled from his school and his relationship with Ruben was ruined;

Max said that Ruben came to visit him at school and started “acting like himself”: he made something bad, but we don’t know what;

After “breaking his mother’s heart” for being expelled (words from Armando), Max won a sort of scholarship for a European ballet school and chose to go to Paris;

Then, it happens all Lena’s stuff;

At a certain point Ruben comes back in Max life, “stealing” is brother baroque choreography and going at his school (and dancing with his chica);

In a dialogue, we discover that he and Max made a promise, but one of them broke it;

I think it was about not “entering in the other's territory”? Like, Ruben couldn’t go to Max boarding school and Max couldn’t go to a ballet school/found a hip-hop crew? 

I don’t know if I missed something or I just misunderstood things, if you can explain it to me, I’ll be happy to listen. 

Anyway, I have some main question about Max family: 

WHERE IS HIS MUM??

I mean, I assumed she lives in London, her son lives in Paris, it’s like an hour's flight… why she never shows up? 

Not even for his shows at Garnier? Not even when her son injured himself so bad that he ends up in the hospital and had surgery?

Is she dead? Is she ill? Like does she have cancer or something so bad that she couldn’t take a plane to go to visit her hurt son? In that case, I’m sorry for my cruel judgment.

But otherwise…I know that the others character parents never go to visit their children (the only exception were Dash and Thea’s mums), but I think that every parent would have shown up in case their child end up in a hospital.

Is she totally unaffectionate?

Because the quote from Armando: “I took Ruben to NY because he wasn’t admitted at Harrow and your mother couldn’t take care of him” sound pretty bad.

What happened between Max's parents?

I know that married couple living in different city/country due to work isn’t uncommon, so it wouldn’t have bothered me if some word in Max and Armando’s dialogue in season 1 hadn’t been said:

Armando said that his wife decided to take the boys back to London, and it sounded to me like he didn’t totally agree with that decision.

Max said something like “don’t speak about mum” as it hurts listening to his dad talking about his mum.

So, maybe I’m seeing drama everywhere, but it seems to me that something happened with Max's mum and/or between the parents.

My interpretation of that, after seeing that scene, is that Armando and his wife were divorcing, so Mum took her sons and moved to London (without Dad's consent, maybe, it’s sadly common in some difficult divorces). Both the boys were obviously traumatized by that, so Ruben started acting badly (so he wasn’t admitted at school) making his mum desperate and unwilling to take care of him? And maybe Max was angry with his father for leaving mum and them (and after, for taking Ruben to NY and leaving him in a boarding school)? 

Why are Ruben and Max hating each other?

Okay, they’re brothers, but we’re going a little too far, don’t we?

Maybe Max’s a little jealous of Ruben's talent and (again) because he was taken to New York with their father while he was in a British all-male boarding school and blah, blah, blah… okay, we get it.

But Ruben?

Maybe he is jealous because he’s not Armando's biological son? Because he thinks Armando would always choose his “real” son instead of him?

It could be, but I’m totally plotting things on this point

We know that probably Ruben was the reason for Max's expulsion from his old school, and I presume that their parents thought it was Max’s fault, but I don’t think that’s all the story.

I mean, I personally want to know more about this.

In conclusion, dear producers: you can’t just toss at us two brothers that literally want to punch one another without a real explanation and expecting us to just walk away with that.

So…tell me what you think. 

Sorry for the long post, and thanks for reading it! 

[tarontherocketman]

Mr Madden | Madderton Teacher AU | Chapter 4

TW: BRIEF MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

Taron stirred in bed, glancing to the clock for the umpteenth time that night; it was only 4:57am. He had just over 2 long hours until his alarm was supposed to sound, it was still dark, and the birds hadn’t even thought about chirping yet. The entire night had been a series of waking up and drifting off, usually multiple times within the hour. His mind was disturbed by the thought of arriving at school to find out that Ella hadn’t made it, he had visions of her parents coming in to blame the school, leading to Taron being ratted out for not doing enough to help her, her poor parents screaming and crying at him, telling him that they killed their daughter. He made himself dizzy filling his head with these thoughts that deep down he knew just weren’t true, and Richard has done everything he could to assure him of that. The light from his phone and a soft vibration pulled Taron out of his dark thoughts as he rolled over to pull it out of its charging port and squint at the bright screen. 

Rich: you up, T?x

Taron: yep, been up most the night, why are you up??x

Rich: set an alarm for 5 cos I knew you’d be up and I wanted to check up on you x

Taron: what? really? Rich you didn’t have to do that you have work too..x

Rich: course I did I couldn’t bear the thought of you alone in bed feeling shit so I thought instead of another 2 hours of that you’d want to go for breakfast before work? Obviously the only place open is mcdonalds but you can’t go wrong with a maccies breakfast x

Taron: you’re right you can’t go wrong with a maccies breakfast, thanks rich I need this I was preparing for a long couple of hours, was considering going for a walk but this sounds much nicer x

Rich: no worries bub, I’ll come pick you up in 20 mins then we can go straight to work after breakfast x

Rich got himself up and ready for work, a routine that didn’t take long. As long as his face was washed, teeth were cleaned and his hair was tidy he was quite happy to get dressed and go within 15 minutes. He grabbed his keys and jogged down the stairs of his apartment to the resident car park, making the short drive to Taron’s place and sending him a quick text to let him know he was outside. Taron appeared quickly, looking a little less put together than usual. His hair wasn’t quite as neat as he usually bothered to make it, and his eyes were puffy from the severe lack of sleep.

“Jeez you look shit T,” Rich commented.

“Cheers,” Taron sighed.

“No I mean you still look handsome, obviously,” Rich scoffed playfully, “but you literally look like you haven’t slept for a minute.”

“You’re not too far off the mark there,” Taron replied as he pulled the seatbelt over him. “Seriously though thanks for doing this Rich it means a lot, you really didn’t have to wake up so early for me.”

“Don’t worry about it I knew full well you’d be up most of the night worrying, I know what you’re like by now, I’d rather that you get out of the house and have some breakfast and coffee rather than tossing and turning for another 2 hours and coming to work without eating anything,” Rich said softly as he put the car into 5th gear along a long, empty main road. 

“Thank you,” Taron replied, at a loss for what else to say to his incredibly thoughtful friend who knew him even better than Taron thought he did. 

The pair rode out the rest of the journey in silence, neither knowing exactly what to say at a time like this. Rich pulled into the car park of the 24 hour McDonalds and made his way inside with Taron following miserably behind. Rich noticed him trailing behind and stopped at the door to wait, putting an arm round him when he caught up as they walked into the building. Once the two had ordered, received their food and sat down at a booth table in the window, Taron held his egg muffin limply, taking tiny bites. Rich, having already finished the tiny thing in what felt like less than 5 bites, sat with his hands wrapped around his coffee for warmth.

“Look T, I know this sounds obvious but please stop blaming yourself for this, no one is mad at you,” Rich soothed, taking one hand away from his coffee to place it on Taron’s arm.

“But what if she dies, Rich? How am I supposed to deal with a student dying at my hands?”

“T, if she did die it wouldn’t be at your hands! Not one bit! You did what you could. And anyway there’s no point worrying about death now, if you worry about something that hasn’t happened you’re potentially putting yourself through it twice, ok?”

“That’s actually not bad advice,” Taron said, perking up ever so slightly.

“Yeah I got it off one of those facebook posts with inspirational quotes,” Rich admitted, laughing quietly at himself.

“Oh christ,” Taron chuckled softly, “well thank you anyway, I don’t know why it’s got me this down, I know it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid at all you’re a worrier, you worry for the world Taron, and it’s a heart warming trait but you’re gonna worry yourself sick,” Rich spoke in almost a whisper, rubbing Taron’s arm comfortingly.

“I know, I know,” Taron took a long sigh and finally finished his breakfast. Rich’s words did actually make quite a big difference, he didn’t need to be so miserable about something that he shouldn’t even blame himself for in the first place. “Thank you again for this I do feel better.”

“Anytime,” Rich smiled. Taron and Rich sat for the rest of the wait before work, sipping their second coffee and chatting mindlessly to keep Taron’s mind off things. As the time passed quickly, the morning drew closer to them having to go to work. The sun rose at last, and they knew they’d have to go sooner or later.

“You ready?” Rich asked, offering his hand to Taron, who reluctantly took it, deciding that there wasn’t really anyone around at this time of the morning who would see them and so they walked hand in hand to the car.

“I might not even hear anything about it today, no point getting worked up,” Taron assured himself out loud, staring out of the window at the sunrise lined buildings of the city that zooming past the window as they travelled.

“Exactly,” Rich agreed, putting his left hand on Taron’s knee in between changing gear. They arrived at work, deciding that a third coffee probably wasn’t a smart idea, but a visit to the staff room before they started might be worthwhile, in case there did happen to be any news on Ella.

“Morning,” they both said politely to the other staff gathered around the room, all looking a little bit like they didn’t want to be there for another day in the mad house that they called a school. Taron bit his lip, not sure whether to ask the question. The Headteacher, who was leaning against the kitchen counter waiting for the coffee in the coffee pot to brew, seemed to have read his mind.

“Ella’s parents got in contact, she’s fine,” he smiled, almost as relieved as Taron.

“Really?” Taron beamed happily, relief washing over him like a tidal wave, his whole body relaxing as if he’d been tensing for a week straight.

“Yes she’s stable, already recovering, and will be back in school next Monday if she’s ready so she’s got a little while to get better,” he informed, now turning around to pour coffee.

“Thank god,” Taron breathed heavily, taking a seat on one of the old tatty sofas and slumping forward in relief, rubbing his temples. Rich looked at him, longing for a cuddle, but knowing he couldn’t so just settled on patting him on the shoulder casually, avoiding the curious gaze of Mrs Reynolds who was clearly trying desperately to sniff out some gossip again.

“Coffee?” the Head asked in Taron and Rich’s direction, who both declined rather quickly.

“Suit yourself,” he smiled. Mrs Reynolds was now looking quizzically in their direction.

“Already coffee-d out?” she questioned, an eyebrow raised suspiciously. 

“Yep, uh, we do both have coffee at home, so,” Rich trailed off uncomfortably.

“No of course, I just don’t tend to get up early to use up the coffee in my house when it’s free here.” Taron was now looking up at her, his eyes narrowed slightly as if to say ‘keep your nose out of our business’ “Anyway,” she quipped, putting her mug in the sink and turning on her heel “I must be off to class.” At that she scurried out of the staff room making brief eye contact with the rest of the staff before she left, leaving them to sit in tense silence as they all attempted to sip their coffee nonchalantly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Taron and Rich took this as their cue to leave and head to Rich’s class, walking quickly down the hallway.

“Oh my god do you think they’re all onto us?” Taron whispered, leaning into Rich as they walked.

“I don’t know, but like you said the other day, there’s no proof, they have nothing on us!” Rich loud whispered back.

“You’re right, we just have to be extra careful,” Taron nodded as they arrived at Rich’s classroom and scuttled inside.

“Yeah we will,” Rich assured.

“Extra careful,” Taron smirked, leaning flirtatiously against the door to the supply closet.

“Taron..” Rich warned, knowing exactly what he was suggesting.

“Do people usually come snooping in your supply closet at 7:30am on a Tuesday?” Taron joked.

“Well no, but they do walk past the classroom and snoop through the big obvious window in the door, what if we get seen going in or out?”

“We won’t! We’ll make sure,” Taron reassured the Scotsman, who stood shifting on the spot nervously, his hands fiddling with each other. 

“Your mood has certainly improved in the past 10 minutes,” Rich observed.

“Of course,” Taron started, “I spent all night worried sick and now I know she’s ok I feel like a massive weight’s been lifted and I have some emotional catching up to do.”

“Right, that’s your logic?” Rich laughed, “in fact, you’ve changed your whole tune about doing things like this since I met you.”

“I know, like I said, everything changed when I met you! Now are you joining me or do I have to please myself?” Taron wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Argh, T!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” Taron assured quickly, laughing at Rich being a typical serious History teacher. “You coming in?” Rich shuffled on the spot some more, glancing back and forth at the door suspiciously.

“Hmm, ok, but we really shouldn’t be doing this though,” Rich muttered, following Taron into the cupboard.

“No we should not,” Taron agreed with cheeky smile, pulling Rich in and locking their lips firmly, hands running up and down each other’s backs lovingly.

“No really we can’t make a habit of this,” Rich said, pulling away for a moment in between breaths. Taron shushed him, pulling him straight back in, gently grabbing his thick, lovely hair from behind. The lovebirds carried on having their moment until they accepted that they’ll have to stop eventually and get ready for class. Taron cracked the door open slightly to look at the door to the classroom, making sure the coast was clear before grabbing Rich’s hand and pulling him out of the now fully open door.

“Hey look we literally came out of the closet,” Rich snorted, Taron nudged him playfully, laughing along. “Seriously though we can’t get too comfortable doing that.”

“I know, it’ll be fine!” Taron assured, following Rich to his desk to take a seat next to him. The two of them sat in silence while Rich turned his computer on and watched it boot up, the logo appearing across the screen in big letters. Rich looked down at his lap, and then back up at Taron, the secret kiss they just had now playing on his mind.

“T, what are we?” Rich asked, now ignoring his computer entirely to look into Taron’s pretty eyes. Taron sat thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, Rich,” he admitted, avoiding Rich’s gaze.

“Are we a thing or is this all just for fun?” said Rich, biting his lip in thought.

“Why don’t we talk about this later, you need to get ready for class,” Taron smiled, glancing at his watch. 

“Yeah, you’re right, come round mine tonight?” Rich offered.

“Pizza and beer?” Taron said hopefully.

“Course,” Rich agreed, turning to his computer that had now turned on, asking for his password. 

“I better get ready for class too, I’ll talk to you later,” Taron said, getting up from his chair and planting a small kiss on the top of Rich’s head. There was a somewhat solemn feeling between the two all of a sudden, they hadn’t delved into the relationship conversation yet. In fact, neither of them knew if they were ready for a relationship, it had all been fun and games up until now, but they had to decide if settling down was something that they both wanted to do now.

The day passed, slowly. Taron and Rich’s thoughts consumed by the reality of the conversation that they would be having that evening. At least there were some distractions through the day, working in a city secondary school always came with its daily challenges. Taron broke up two fights in one lunch break, had to mediate an argument between four girls in his afternoon class that had suddenly turned 2 vs 2 during a script reading exercise when he stupidly split the class into groups of 4 and not only let them choose their groups, but let them choose between them who gets to be which character, as if that could have ever ended well.

Rich had a student storm out of his class angrily after having to tell him more than five times to get off his phone, the students argument being ‘it’s my personal property fuck off’, and he had a 10 minute job of calming down an over-hyper class of year 7s that had just had a P.E class and were now on the last lesson of the day, which was just a recipe for disaster. Rich knew that being a secondary school teacher would come with challenges, based off his own experience as a student many years ago, but he swore teenagers had become 100x times crazier since then, but maybe that was just him remembering it from the point of view of a student, never really knowing at the time what teachers actually had to go through every day.

Once the day finally drew to an end, Rich and Taron met up to go straight to Rich’s seeing as they had both come in his car that morning.

“You sure you don’t need to pop home first? I don’t mind,” Rich offered.

“No it’s all good, these clothes are comfortable enough and we’ve got the same phone if I need a charger,” Taron replied.

“True.”

After a short journey home, Rich and Taron climbed the stairs to Rich’s apartment, he unlocked the door and let Taron in first, following straight after him. Taron stopped to look around the place, observing the colour schemes and decor themes going on. 

“Nice place,” he commented, nodding in approval at the well decorated room.

“Thanks!” Rich said happily as he threw his bag on the dining table and slung his jacket over one of the chairs, Taron did the same and joined Rich on the couch, both sinking down into it after a long day. Taron even more exhausted from his extreme lack of sleep the previous night, knowing full well everyone he had talked to today had just politely ignored the bags under his eyes. 

“So do you want a beer now, or?” Rich offered.

“I can wait, we should talk,” Taron said slowly, Rich nodded nervously, breathing heavy enough for Taron to hear it clearly now. 

“So.”

“So..”

“Ok, look, T, I’m just gonna say it- I really love you, and I think I’ve fallen fast, and if you don’t feel the same and are just in it for the fun I understand but,” Rich babbled, Taron trying so hard not to giggle at not only his rambling but the fact that he swore the Scottish accent was getting thicker as the sentence progressed.

“Oh shut up,” Taron chuckled, shushing him fully with a kiss. “Mr Madden, will you be my boyfriend?”

“Um, obviously!” Rich breathed, laughing from relief and leaning back in for another sofa make out session, one that meant even more to the two of them than the last time it happened, now that this had developed into a real relationship. One that neither of them were expecting considering they both had intentions to lay low in their jobs, but they couldn’t help it. They wanted each other so badly and would freely admit at this stage that that had been the case for quite some time now. 

“So you wanna order food?” Rich asked as the pair pulled away from each other.

“Hm, not yet,” Taron replied.

“You not hungry?” Rich asked in genuine surprise, feeling his own stomach rumble from a long day at work with not enough food, knowing Taron had eaten even less. 

“I’m hungry, but not for pizza..where’s your bedroom?” Taron smirked. Rich scoffed in surprise at the extremely forward question. 

“I- wow, that is very bold of you, Mr Egerton!” Rich said, taken back but not actual displeased by the question.

“Well, you’re my boyfriend now,” Taron smiled flirtatiously.

“Good point, right this way,” Rich grabbed Taron’s hand and let him into the door that was only a few metres away from the sofa, pulling him into the room and gently shoving him onto his king size bed, pulling his shirt off in excitement and kicking the door shut behind him, knowing that he hadn’t felt this content in such a long time.

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So. You may have just figured out, but I don’t write smut! Sorry! Love reading it but terrible at writing it, so you’ll just have to leave it up to your imagination if you so wish! Anyway sorry this isn’t quite as long as the previous chapter, I just went off on that last one, this is more the length that I’m keeping them. Although I’m slightly worried this chapter is a bit boring, but I hope you all like it regardless tho!

Tag list: @taron-eggmcmuffin @coffeetalkbaby @nataschalenasblog @stateofloveandvedder @winterismyfavoriteseason1945 

[starrysamu]

a kyoutani rivals-to-lovers not!fic pls ma'am 👀👀 dump yr brain on me grr bark bark

HECK YEA SOUS CHEF ily grr bark bark ok here’s how i’d write kyoutani rivals to lovers !!! 

scene 1: 

so we all know kyoutani is not one to speak much ... but for some reason he sees u for the first time at like orientation or something and u just IRK HIM. for like. no reason 

and then it just ends up being that you guys are in the same major 

and u know what??? he irks u just as much. like the face he makes when he’s around u .. it irks u. so anyways it’s this silent agreement that you just really irritate each other 

scene 2: 

you guys see each other like all day every day you literally have the same classes because you guys are in the same major !! 

this is really where ur rivalry begins. a silent competition in the grades, in impressing the teacher, in presenting the best projects, etc. 

and ur like. can i catch a mf break. and he’s no u motherfucker keep up or get out 

scene 3: 

you guys are like third years now and ur mf exhausted. like not only has school burned u out but so has this man 

and like you’ve been to so many major specific parties and shit and man u r just feeling really confident one night

and u see him at a party and ur like ??? what the fuck is ur deal dude i didn’t even do anything to u 

and he’s all i could say the same for u 

and ur like ??? r u telling me we just wasted our time like that 

anyways you start getting super mf confused with ur own feelings ... like u hated him but ur so tired and now that you had a lil discussion you’re beginning to think why you hate this man but u really cannot come up with anything 

scene 4: 

anyways you don’t speak to each other in class at all. everyone’s like did they finally break 

but yes in fact yall broke each other. fr yall in each other’s heads rent free like that 

anyways. conveniently. yall get assigned for a project together!! gasp .. the timing!!! the flavor is just so impeccable ??? 

scene 5: 

the first project meeting is so terribly awkward ur sipping on ur cawfee and he’s like what the fuck am i supposed to say to this person i’ve supposedly hated for like two years 

so you manage to somehow come to the conclusion on the direction of the project finally 

scene 6: 

various collections of your meetings together 

you can sort of start to see them sort of being like okay this person is not as bad as i’d made them out to be and then slowly they just start spending more time with each other chef’s kiss 

scene 7: 

the project is done! you guys presented it flawlessly but this was expected since you guys were both at the top of ur class just competing each other and leaving everyone behind in the dust u know 

anyways ur all like kinda boo boo that it’s done and that u don’t have an excuse to keep seeing him so u feel awfully bold and start texting him about ur other classes together and he’s like vibin or whatever ur vibin together and ur feelings r like woahhhhh whirlwind up in this bitch maybe i like this kid 

scene 8: 

so i really think ur gonna be the bold one when it comes to this romance stuff. like kyoutani grr bark bark is BOLD but when it comes to this dept i think he’s lacking. so ur like ... do u wanna go to our next department/major event together 

and he’s like short circuiting i can just see it he’s like i wanna say yes but i don’t wanna come off too strong but i also don’t wanna scare u away type shit 

anyways. mans forgets to respond ngl 

scene 9: 

ur at the party all peeved bc u thought u had sumn going with that mans but u see him and u get all irked again 

and he’s like listen i was gonna say yes i promise but i just forgot to respond

and ur like or u went back to hating me for no reason 

and he’s like no grr bark bark i think ur super neato and i would like to take u out sometime for realsies 

then u go out n everyone’s like gasp i knew it was coming 

bonus/epilogue: 

the next semester starts and everyone lost track of what u guys were doing 

and so u guys r sitting in class competing again and everyone’s like tf. i thought they finally stopped that shit

but even if ur still competing, yall ended up together it’s mf cute as hell 

ummm i tried to write this based off of my perception of kyoutani grr bark bark but idk if i got it right i tried my best please accept this also this one got so mf LONG for WHAT !

[justkpopjokes]

You Look Wonderful!

Ft. The8 / Minghao

AU: Wonderland + fashion designer (#5 on this list)

For: @kpopboops (LOL I think you commented this on a post)

A/N: WOO ok y'all ready??? I mentioned in my previous imagine that I'd write more wacky AUs lol (that one was wacky too) so get ready!! ALSO this may be just part 1 of 2, but i also might just rewrite it in a different form at some point

You've just been accepted into a super-special college for fashion design and business!!

it's a very prim & proper rich kid school in ur hometown, so u were kind of discouraged in the past because u couldn't afford the tuition

as a solution, you attended a community college first in hopes that you could save up enough money or smth

and thankfully, after a while, you managed to get in with a scholarship!!

u moved back in with ur family to save money

they enjoy walking into the living room to find you working on another project again, just like you had done throughout high school

despite the struggle to keep up with ur peers who came from better schools, with ur perseverance, you've managed to do well!!

The design class you're taking was a great way for you to see other people’s ideas and inspire yourself as well as make new friends

but it's also kind of intimidating because everyone is either more financially-stable than you or has seemingly better ideas than you

which kinda bums you out (don't worry bby it's understandable)

One such student is Xu Minghao, who is both a rich kid and someone with outlandish ideas

even other students are in awe at his sketches and colour choices that seem to be from another world, yet still blend in nicely with modern fashion

he also has a knack for finding matching accessories for his ideas

there was one week he was really into top hats/similar headgear and keeps sketching them in class LMAO

And ofc, since he is a rich kid, he had done some photoshoots bc he has connections with some of the more business-focused students lol, so he's well-known around the school

you, along with others, look up to him

you hoped to be as successful as him one day… or maybe figure out what makes him tick

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT HIM! (for now)

It’s time for the most defining part of your college life thus far!!:

The Partner Project.

It's near the end of class on a Friday when ur design teacher remembers to tell u about ur first-semester final project

it's a simple assignment: come up with a full outfit that combines your ideas/skills with your partner's

your teacher posts the partners online, so everyone immediately checks who their partners are

And your partner is… Minghao?

the rich boy who always has such wonderful, stunning designs?? Him????

oh god.

You're worried that you'll drag Minghao down, especially since your styles seem so contrasting

not to mention he's both literally a figuratively & model student!!

Still, you gather up all the courage you can and walked over to where he was sitting once class was over.

"Hi, um, Minghao?"

"That's me. You're Y/N, right?"

"Oh, uh, yeah!"

ngl you're shocked he knows who you are since he seems to be in the popular kid bubble

After a v quick chat, y’all exchang phone numbers and head home

he texts first right as u were eating dinner:

T8: Hey, it's Minghao!

T8: I just wanted to ask when would you like to start working on the project?

You: Hi! We can start tomorrow after lunch if you're free.

T8: Works for me 👍

The next day, you and Hao meet up at the library on campus with your sketchbooks, chatting about the project while doodling some ideas

You seem to be getting along well, but then he asks you about your designing style

immediately you're at a loss for words

"I'm not really sure… I guess I just… make a simple base and add onto it as I get inspired, rather than designing all the details beforehand?"

"Ah, well I'm the exact opposite. I design everything first and figure out how I'm going to do it later. Sometimes it works out, but usually my designs are too… unrealistic. This is perfect!"

wait how—I'm—excuse me wtf?

Obviously you're like, "What? How is that perfect? We literally have conflicting workflows."

"It means we can help each other grow! Silly y/n."

So here begins the defining part of ur year; learning from and teaching this model student

the project isn’t due for another couple months, so in between ur regular assignments, u spend time with Minghao

u learn from his workflow and style, whereas u teach him about more practical things related to sowing and such

After about a week and a half of bouncing ideas off of each other, you and Hao become pretty friendly with each other and have some good, solid ideas for your project

there are still some things that don’t seem physically possible, but you don’t want to slow him down just yet

Minghao actually invites you over to his house, which is near campus, so you can start making your ideas reality

he brings you up to a spare room in his giant house (rich kid tingz) that he uses as his workshop, which is filled with materials

“My grandmother was a seamstress, so there’s lots of fabric lying around. You can search for something you think would work”

You look around until an old box catches your eye, labelled with the words “From Home”

it's filled with beautiful fabrics and trinkets that seem to match his wacky ideas

u corner him abt it lol like “Hmm...I think I found the secret to your galaxy brain”

he panicks for some reason before you lift the heavy, musty box onto the table

“The—Oh! Yeah, sorry for panicking, I… just thought I lost that stuff. It’s from my grandfather, he gifted it to my grandmother for her own projects."

y'all save the fabric for when you're ready to make the final outfit

Until then, u continue going to Minghao's workplace during ur free time to experiment with/learn from/teach Minghao or work on ur project

you go over there so much that ur family is like "oooh do you like him? You should invite him over for dinner!"

"I don't—NO! I mean… We have to finish this project first!"

"Sure, sure. Ask him what he usually eats for dinner, okay?"

"…No that's weird."

tbh at this point he probably wouldn’t mind having dinner with ur family lol

y’all are pretty close now + he’s a sweetheart

I don’t doubt he’d love to meet the family of the person who tolerates him so well afjdsh

ANYWAY it's kind of a struggle teaching Hao

and I mean emotionally

Sure, Minghao may be doing a way better job at making his imagination into an actual outfit, but he seems constantly at odds with physics and reality

he spent 5 entire minutes trying to find a way for a giant dress of completely opaque fabric to still be lightweight

think a full 5 minutes of him asking you "would this work?" and you responding with "nope still too heavy"

You had to physically drag him out for a coffee break that weekend to get him to calm down

thankfully some coffee got his mind off of it

u decided to buy some food too since y’all were still gonna work for a little longer

That's when he spotted the cupcake you had brought to the table

a freshly baked vanilla cupcake with red frosting

the frosting painted your lips as you took a bite, and he couldn't help but stare

maybe for more than 1 reason

it reminded him of something, or more specifically, someplace

Is it worth it to tell my secret?

his thoughts were interrupted by your words

"Would you like some?"

he responded by wiping some frosting off of your mouth and licking it off his finger

"Ew, Minghao!"

"Sorry lmao"

Once you're finished with your cupcake, he drags you back to his house

more specifically to his bedroom, which he locks the door of

you're suspicious ofc and ask him about his odd actions numerous times

finally, after rummaging through his desk drawer to find something, he answers your questions

"Would you like to know where I get all of the ideas for my designs?"

"…Is it not that box of fabric?"

"It's similar, but nope."

you're shocked—is he really going to tell you where he gets his wonderful designs??

"It's top-secret though! Don't tell anyone, okay?"

he holds a finger to your lips as he says this, and you roll your eyes after your heart resumes beating

"Okay, okay, fine. My lips are sealed."

"Good, because we’re very late."

"Late for what? Minghao?"

He then shows you the object he had taken out of his desk: a golden pocket watch

Minghao then holds the watch out on his palm, instructing you to place your hand on top of it

he asks one question himself as you do what he asks

"Are you ready?"

"...Yes?"

"Wonderful."

Right as that last word leaves his mouth, you start to feel a tingling sensation all over your body

there's an explosion of light and colour, blinding you

you can only reach out in front of you and hope Minghao is still there

when your eyes finally readjust, you're gripping Minghao's arm with one hand while the other is still on top of the watch

Hao tucks it away in his coat pocket—wait, was he wearing a coat earlier?

"H-hao, you look—"

"Wonderlandish, I know! Isn't it great?!"

Minghao is dressed in an outfit that looks like it was pulled straight out of one of his sketchbooks

wacky, colourful patterns cover nearly every inch of fabric that makes up his coat and trousers

he also has a cute lil bow tie to tie it all together!!

when u look up to meet his eyes, he has the cutest smile on his face

you can't help but smile back uwu

"You look even better"

That's when you look down to find yourself in equally stunning and unique garb

it's very different from Minghao's, but in a complimenting way

Minghao takes your hand, gesturing to the scenery

You finally look around you and your jaw drops

And that's when the panic kicks in

"Wha—where are we?! Minghao how the—what the hell?!? We were in a room a second ago and now we're outside?! IS THAT A FLYING—"

Hao quickly cups your face w/his hands and attempts to soothe you with his words

spoilers: it works

"Hey, calm down, you're safe! I know it's a lot to take in, but you're alive and you're healthy. Don't worry, I'm here."

after you recover from your shock, you're able to properly take in the sight

a school of literal flying fish pass by flowers that seem to murmur

not to mention the giant mushrooms!

“Welcome to Wonderland!”

“You mean, like, Alice in Wonderland?”

“Yes… is that not obvious…?”

he grabs u and pulls u to kneel next to the flowers and listen to what they have to say

they’re gossiping about some queens before they notice you

first they talk with Minghao, who seems to fit in better than you do

all the sentient creatures in Wonderland speak with some sort of slang

so it takes you a while, but you catch on slowly!

the flowers compliment you on your new outfit that you’ve grown to love already in the span of 10 minutes

You’re abt to go to another garden with Minghao when suddenly his smile drops and he turns his head to the side

?: "Minghao? Are you around here?"

you watch as Minghao's eyes widen and he looks around frantically

you don't hear the voice that startled him, so you have to try and figure it out yourself as he drags you behind a tree and forces you to stay put

"Don't. Make. A sound."

Minghao rushes back out into the open as you watch from behind the wide tree with purple bark

a new voices indicate that you've got company

?: "Minghao!! My boy, you haven't visited in quite a bit!"

T8: "Yeah, I… needed inspiration again!"

?: "How wonderful! What project are you working on now?"

T8: "It's a, uh, partner project. I came to ask you about it, actually."

?: "Is that so? What would you like to know?"

T8: "Would it be okay if I brought my project partner here?"

?: "Oh, heavens no! The Queen of Hearts would have us all executed in an instant if an outsider came here; she doesn't know you live in the outside world to begin with!"

T8: "O-oh. Is there no way for me to be able to?"

?: "Not that I know of. Why?"

That’s when Minghao comes back around the tree and pulls you into the open, where you see a large white rabbit in a vest—

T8: “Uh… Y/N, meet my grandfather: the white rabbit”

sorry you mean THE white rabbit???

Minghao quickly explains the situation to you:

“invaders” have been outlawed for years now, ever since Alice wandered in

his grandfather had actually explored Earth prior to her visit and started a family because he turns human on Earth

but after Alice stumbled into Wonderland, he couldn’t go back to visit them anymore

however, he did leave behind a golden pocket watch to his daughter when she decided she would live in her mother’s homeland

it became a way to travel between the two worlds

and now Hao uses it whenever he needs inspiration from Wonderland

The white rabbit is very concerned about your well-being now that you’re in Wonderland because the Queen of Hearts will inevitably find out about your visit

and when she does, it’s OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!

you ask Minghao if he can take you back, but he can’t; you have to wait at least 12 hrs in Wonderland time until the watch will work again

(cuz yknow, the time will be the same on the watch, and that’s why you always return to Earth at the same time you left)

also it’s not a physical place used to travel to Wonderland, contrasting to the rabbit hole and the looking glass

“What happens if we try to use the watch before then?”

“I think you just get transported to a clock tower somewhere here. It’s a security measure”

SO y’all have to chill in Wonderland for 12 hrs

why not find some inspiration while you’re here?

Minghao’s grandfather urges you to be careful before he leaves to do his errands

In the meantime, Minghao decides to take you to a tea party!!

more specifically: a Mad Hatter’s tea party!!!!!!

while you 2 are strolling arm-in-arm through the gardens, a shadowy figure watches you from the treetops…

Hao notices a rabbit hole and recognizes it as a shortcut

before you can question him, he pulls his arms around you and jumps into the darkness

as you near the bottom, you notice teacups and spoons floating in mid-air as you fall past them

y’all eventually land on a short, wide toadstool next to a dining table littered with critters and utensils

you watch as a brown hare lifts a giant cake onto the table, and Minghao pulls you towards it

when the creatures notice you, they’re shocked at first, but Minghao gets them to welcome you w/open arms

the march hare greets you with a toothy grin

“You’re right on time for tea!”

now you know where Minghao gets his ideas from and can’t help but create some outfit ideas of your own in ur head

not to mention creating some soft memories with this company of critters!

an hour flies past as you have a hearty lunch and dessert with these critters while bonding with Hao

the cake they baked is very delicious, and you wonder how much sugar was included in it

probably more than you should be consuming, but hey, it’s Wonderland

It seems that all the characters from the famous story are here

…save for one certain Mad Hatter who seems to be missing

T8: “Yeah, where is the Mad Hatter?”

😼: “He isn’t here at the moment. I don’t think he’ll be coming back anytime soon”

…says the shadowy figure from the treetops

Suddenly a purple cat leaps onto the table, stealing the cake right off of your plate

You: “Hey! Hey… aren’t you the Cheshire Cat?”

😼: “That would be correct. And you… are about to be headless.”

T8: “What... what did you do?!”

You hear a rumble in the distance, and everyone scrambles to clean up your area as Minghao drags you away from the table

sadly, your escape route through some hedges is blocked by human-sized playing cards!

Minghao stands in front of you protectively as the cards close in around you

The Queen of Hearts pushes through and stands right in front of the 2 of you

❤️: “Well, well, WELL! If it isn’t the white rabbit’s grandson. I never knew you had a human form!”

you can hardly understand what she’s yelling, except for the word “execution” a few times

The Queen decides to ramble one last time before she executes you

❤️: “It’s a shame for you to die here, in your grandfather’s homeland no less!”

Minghao smirks, seeing an opening for your escape

you notice Minghao subtly reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out the pocket watch

Didn’t he say it won’t work when it hasn’t been 12 hours?

Or, wait—

“I think you just get transported to a clock tower somewhere here…”

you swiftly hold Minghao’s hand, concealing the watch

❤️:“Do you have any last words?”

T8: “Yes, I agree this place is simply wonderful.”

You feel that familiar tingling feeling all over your body, welcoming it this time

and then there’s a flash of light and colour—

[elevenharringtons]

Boyfriend

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (and a tiny bit of Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: You’ve been Steve’s best friend ever since you could remember. The two of you have never defined your relationship with each other, but there’s obviously something there. A few drunken mistakes bring everything to a head. 

Warnings: Profanity, alcohol use, angst, some fluff 

Word Count: 6.8k  (I had a lot to say ok???)

This literally took three months to write because I kept leaving it and coming back to it, not sure where it was going to take me. Some of it in the middle might seem ya-ya’d through because of this fact. HOWEVER, I’m glad of where it ended up, and I feel like if I wrote any more on it, it would turn into a full out novel. It’s based loosely off “Boyfriend” by Ariana Grande + Social House, so you’ll see some lyrics in there, but as a guide. Also, it’s set in between S2 and S3. 

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, here’s Boyfriend, aka my first writing endeavor in the Stranger Things fandom. (also, also, requests are open!) 

I don’t wanna be too much And you don’t seem to give a fuck

It had been months since you actually went out, let alone went out and partied. College applications, scholarship essays, and staying on top of your schoolwork kept you extremely busy. Not to mention you were one-half of a babysitting team that you and your best friend, Steve Harrington, were thrust into the night Will Byers had been taken over by the Mind Flayer. Needless to say, you had your hands full and you were ready to let it all go. 

It was the Friday before Spring Break and you had finished your last application out to your “reach school”. It was an application that required two essays, three recommendation letters, and a statement of purpose. You had stayed up the night before perfecting it. Steve threw rocks at your window at midnight (a common occurrence, usually when he was bored), to which you had clumsily accepted, loudly throwing the window open and launching yourself back onto your bed as Steve crept into your room. 

“Subtle much?” “Oh, shut up,” you mumble to yourself. He sits on the edge of your bed, pulling out cans of Coke, bags of your favorite candy, and a box of Number 2 Pencils from his jacket pockets. “Thought you might need a few pick-me-ups,” he smiles, and, as if right on cue, your pencil lead breaks. Steve scrambles to open the box of new pencils to hand you one while the rest clatter to the floor. “Now who’s the subtle one?” You smirk, accepting the new pencil before burrowing your face back into your notebook. Steve looks at all of the paper scattering your bed, taking the actual application into his hands and studying it intently. “Harvard, huh?” “Before you go making fun of me, it’s my reach school.” “I wasn’t going to make fun of you! With the amount of studying you do, you could get into any school you wanted to,” Steve said. “Was that a compliment, Harrington?” You ask, eyes finally taking in the brown-haired boy at the end of your bed. “Uh, no, why would it be?” He fumbled over his words, shaking his head to the point where you thought it might roll across the floor. His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink before he started thumbing through your application again with furrowed brows, occasionally tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Your heart skipped a beat for a moment, before quickly sobering up and going back to your essay. There was no denying that there was something between you and Steve. You had been friends since kindergarten, when his family had moved onto your street. You were there for every playground injury, countless fights with his parents, numerous hookups that turned to feelings that turned to nothing but Steve crying on your shoulder, and, of course, Nancy Wheeler. You two knew everything there was to know about each other and yet kept your distance. Accidental flirting caused you both to be a bumbling mess, trying to compile yourselves before awkwardly acknowledging that it happened and going your separate ways. An endless cycle of frustration on your end. And his end? You weren’t sure. You knew you could catch him off guard at any given moment, but, he never gave off any other vibe than being your best friend. You carefully tore the finished essay out of your notebook and placed it next to your recommendation letters. Steve reached for the essay, only to be slapped away. 

“Uh-uh. Too personal,” you said, taking a box of Nerds from the pile of candy at the foot of your bed. Steve feigned hurt. 

“Too personal? This coming from Y/N, AKA, the only person I tell everything to? I’m shocked, I thought we were better than that.”

“You know how I feel about other people reading my work,” you said. You were known to leave the room the second you heard a teacher read an excerpt from your work as an example in class. 

 “I thought I was supposed to proofread your essays before you sealed the envelope,” Steve looked at you with pleading puppy dog eyes. Your heart fluttered again, but you swallowed your pride. 

“You’re here for moral support, dingus,” you rustle his hair with one hand, causing him to frantically put it back together again.

“Just the guy who brings the snacks.”

“Hey, you’re the one who agreed to it,” you pour a handful of Nerds into your mouth, grabbing all of the paper strewn across the bed and putting it into some kind of order. Steve watched as you mouthed the words on paper to yourself. You could feel his eyes on you, and after a while, began to feel your cheeks heat up.

 “Stop reading my lips, Harrington.”

“I wasn’t!” He flopped onto his back, watching the ceiling fan create slow circles around and around. “Have you ever thought about not leaving Hawkins?”

 “I mean, yeah, but I’ve lived here my whole life. Don’t you want to see what else is out there?” Truth be told, you were terrified of leaving Hawkins. Hawkins was your entire life and leaving meant you would have to leave Steve behind too. He was never one for education, promising you that he would take a couple of community college classes to earn his AA just to prove to his parents that he wasn’t a “failure”, but you? You were almost expected to be the one to make it big; get accepted into a school with a full ride and have a successful life after. You weren’t sure if that was the life you truly wanted. Submitting college applications wouldn’t hurt, though, right?

“Hawkins is changing though. More opportunities. Rumor has it, there’s a new mall opening up soon,” Steve elbowed your leg, looking up at you with childlike wonder in his eyes. You shook your head, making pencil marks in places you wanted changes in your application. His face dropped when he realized you weren’t listening to his untold ‘stay in Hawkins and get a job with me' story. “I’m just saying.”

 “Are you staying here tonight?” You ask, changing the subject completely so you could avoid any anxiety over the potential of leaving Steve in Hawkins for four years. “I left an extra pillow and blanket on my chair, just in case.” “I wasn’t planning on it, but now that you mention it...” “You can go to sleep, I’m just perfecting anyway,” you cracked a smile, noticing his droopy brown eyes drifting between your stack of papers and the bedding in the corner of your room. Steve got up, patted you on the head, and made his bed on the floor next to you. “Don’t work too hard, Y/L/N.” “Don’t count on it.”

And I might not be the one for you But you ain’t allowed to have no boo

You awoke that morning to a blaring alarm, papers on your face, and Steve’s leftover blanket and pillow neatly folded on your floor with a note on top.  

“Don’t worry about breakfast. I’ll have it at your locker when you get to school. See you then.” Breakfast was a common occurrence between you and Steve. It was mostly coffee and donuts from Dunkin’ Donuts, but it was breakfast. You threw your hair into a loose ponytail and slipped into a t-shirt dress before grabbing all of your application envelopes, stuffing them into your backpack, and heading out the door. The bike ride to school allowed you to clear your mind of everything that had happened the night before. The college applications were done and soon to be in the hands of every college you had applied to. It was up to them now, and you were at the mercy of the school board. Dustin was adding his bike to the rack as you pulled into the school parking lot. “Y/N! Aren’t you usually, like, 30 minutes early?” “And aren’t you usually riding to school with the party? Where’s everyone else?”    “Already here. I had to finish a project for class this morning,” Dustin said, pulling out a smushed diorama of the solar system from his duffle bag. “Solar system, huh?” You ask, studying the sad structure. “I didn’t have enough glue, okay? Duct tape fixes everything, I’ve heard,” He replies defensively. You raise your arms in response. “You better get to class. Don’t want anyone to think you’ve been stolen away by the demodogs again, now, do we?” You joke. Demodogs were no joke, though. That was the night you actually thought you might die if it weren’t for Steve. Dustin rolled his eyes. “You want me to get to class? Your boyfriend is the one who’s been moping around with a cup of coffee all morning,” and with that, Dustin was running into the middle school as the 5 minute bell rang. You could feel your cheeks heating up and the world closing in around you. ‘Boyfriend’? “You’re such a little shit!” You yell after him. He raises his middle finger to you with his free hand, the mobile of Saturn almost flying off the diorama as he ran. Huffing, you turn to go to the high school when you run into a wall of muscle, drops of hot coffee spilling onto your arm. “Shit! Y/N! I’m so sorry!” Steve was frantically mopping up the coffee droplets from your arm. “It’s not burning, is it?” “Steve, Steve, calm down! It’s okay, I barely felt it,” you say, watching as the boy slowed his movements. He held out the coffee, which you graciously accepted. “I didn’t forget about the donuts; they’re in my locker. I was walking to class and saw you pulling into school so I figured I’d meet you halfway. Was that Du-“ “Yeah, he was just, um, yeah…We should get to class,” you cut him off before anything else could be said about the little curly-headed boy who insisted Steve was your boyfriend. Steve stood frozen for a minute before reluctantly following you into the high school building. You could hear the small squeaks from his Nikes as he hustled to keep pace with you. “You know, Tina is having a kickoff to Spring Break party tonight,” he says once he is side by side with you. “I didn’t know you knew Tina?” “I mean, old friends, I guess? Anyway, since you’re done with your applications, I was thinking maybe you’d want to let loose a bit.” You stop in your tracks, turning to face Steve. “Are you asking me on a date, Harrington?” “No,” he says matter of factly, “I’m asking if you want to go to a party and forget about college acceptances for a night. I’ll pick you up, though!” You don’t know why your stomach drops when he doesn’t hesitate on not calling this a date. The warning bell sounded more like a foghorn as it blared across campus. You shake yourself out of a trance. “Oh, yeah…great. We should get to class.”

I know we be so complicated But we be so smitten it’s crazy I can’t have what I want but neither can you…

Seven dresses, three pairs of pants, four tops, and three jackets are strewn across your bedroom floor. You’re standing, hands on your hips, in a bra and denim mini skirt, surveying the hurricane of clothes in front of you. It was just a stupid party, what did you care? It’s not like you’d ever been to one before, but tonight felt different. Tonight, you felt like you needed to stand out. It was the last time you might be seeing all of these faces in the crowd before going off to college. That didn’t matter, though. What mattered was Steve. The bike ride from school today made you sit and think about everything that you and Steve had been through together. It made you finally realize that maybe, just maybe, you had feelings for him. In your head, it made sense to dress to the nines and go out of your comfort zone for a night. Maybe you wouldn’t be viewed as the stuck up prude that studies in her room every night. You look in your closet for the last time before grabbing a neon pink tank that was a previous reject from your floor and putting it on. The outfit was simple but bolder than your usual wardrobe. A car horn blares outside, and you know it’s Steve waiting for you. In a panic, you pick up a cropped leather jacket from the mess on your floor and rush out the door. It’s not that you were afraid of immodesty. The jacket was more like your protective shield of sorts; the kind of shield that keeps your good girl reputation intact in case the colleges you applied to were watching. It was 1985, anything could happen. Steve was standing outside of his car as you lightly jog up to him. He was wearing his usual uniform of a t-shirt, jacket, and jeans that were a bit tight, but in all the right places. You catch his eyes scanning your body before snapping back up to meet your stare. “Ready?” You ask, stifling a chuckle as you watch him scramble for words. “Uh, yeah…ready.”    The ride to Tina’s was silent at first, save for the music softly playing from the radio. Steve kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. You had your legs crossed, right hand tapping along to the beat of the music on the windowsill. Every once in a while, you would feel Steve’s glance on you, but it would quickly fade once you even slightly turned your head in his direction. The silence was killing you, so you spoke up first. “You know Dustin had a project for school today?” “Oh, yeah? What did he bring? Another species that he “discovered”?” Sarcasm dripped from Steve’s speech. “No,” you laughed. “Poor thing brought a very smushed version of the Solar System. Did he tell you about it?” “I couldn’t help him there,” Steve said. “Science isn’t my thing, you know that.” “Did you not hear me say that it was smushed? You could’ve driven him to school!” “Then I couldn’t have gotten you breakfast!” “I would’ve lived! He’s your responsibility in some way now, right?” You counter.    “You wouldn’t have lived. I know you didn’t sleep last night. It’s a wonder that you’re even awake right now,” Steve responds. “I slept last night!” You said defensively. Truth is, you didn’t fall asleep until at least an hour before you had to get ready, and you definitely heard Steve crawl back out of the window. “Bullshit, Y/N. I could see you working until the last minute. There’s no way you got a decent amount of sleep.” “You saw me working?” You counter again. “Light sleeper,” Steve is on the defense now. You smile and shake your head as he pulls up to Tina’s place. Cars are littered across the lawn. Some partygoers lean up against porch railings, nursing beer bottles and red cups filled with God knows what. You notice Nancy Wheeler with Jonathan Byers, which was bewildering to you since Jonathan was never much of a partier. At least Nancy would be occupied for the night, you thought to yourself, not that Steve would even try anything anyway with the way things ended. Steve opened the door for you, interrupting your thoughts. Tina drunkenly stumbles out onto the lawn dragging several other people with her. They all seemed overly enthusiastic to meet you. Then again, maybe it was just the alcohol. “Harrington! You made it!” “Who’s the girl?” “You didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend!” You feel your cheeks start to flush red. “Oh, no, she isn’t…” Steve trails off. “We’re just friends,” you finish his sentence, cheeks going back to their normal shade. It wasn’t a date. Regardless of the comment, Steve’s hand grazes your lower back as he leads you toward the house, making chills ripple down your arms. “Mhmm, we’ll see. Can I get you a drink…ummm…?” Tina struggles to find your name even though you were pretty sure this was the first time you had ever met her. “Y/N,” you respond. “Y/N! Right! Come with me, we’ll get you set up!” Before you know it, Tina is pouring you a plastic cup filled with some kind of sangria. Or maybe a rum and vodka mix? You weren’t sure, but man, was it strong. You watch as a group of boys lead Steve to the beer kegs, trying to egg him on to take back the title of “King” from Billy Hargrove. Steve is vehemently denying wanting to get back on the “King Steve” train, but you watch as two boys lift him up and upside down onto a keg. You catch his glance before he drinks. A wink from him. A smile from you. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you down your drink to rid the feeling. You slide your leather jacket off and place it on the counter, not feeling the need to hide yourself. You’re here to let loose, right?

You ain’t my boyfriend, and I ain’t your girlfriend But you don’t want me to see nobody else And I don’t want you to see nobody

A few hours pass, and you’ve made your way through four (maybe five?) drinks. You’ve learned Tina’s entire life story, met a new group of girls who also applied to Harvard, and made friends with a girl who went to the same elementary school as you. One person you were missing from the night was Steve. You hadn’t seen him since the keg stands, and there were at least three of them. It was like he was a celebrity, the way they were all standing around the kegs chanting his name. It made you laugh, though. If they only knew how much of a complete softie he was instead of this jock facade that he always seemed to put on in social situations. There is a group dancing in the middle of the room. You spy Tina and a mystery boy, Nancy and Jonathan, the girls that you had met earlier, Steve and…you squint your eyes as if it would help you to see across the room. You can’t tell if they’re dancing or kissing due to Steve’s back being turned to you. Your vision is blurry as you stumble across the floor to get a better look. The girl has curly red hair cascading down her back and wearing the tiniest black dress that would make even Tina blush. Steve’s hands are resting on her lower back, her hands tangled in his hair. Your cheeks flush red and full of hurt. Adrenaline began to take over your entire being. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to pull her away and tackle her to the ground or push her away and slap Steve in the face. Your feet are moving you before you’re ready, taking you quickly across the room and through the tight-knit group of teenagers. Arms reach out to separate the girl from Steve. You might have seen him wince a bit from the girl’s hands being yanked out of his hair, but you weren’t concerned about that in the moment. You’re not thinking straight as your hands fly up to Steve’s face, pulling him to yours in a heated kiss. The room feels still, world silent for a moment as the music still blasts loudly from the stereo in the kitchen. Your head is spinning, the taste of alcohol mixing with your cherry lip balm and the stale faint taste of beer on Steve’s breath. There is not an eye in the room that isn’t on you and Steve. After what feels like an eternity, you pull away, wide-eyed and stumbling backward, not able to decipher Steve’s expression. “Y/N…” you hear your name on his breath in the faintest whisper. It all becomes too much. You turn on your heels and sprint towards the bathroom, barely making it as you barrel through the door and collapse on the cold tile floor. The music still blasts loudly through the house, feeling like a hammer and nail pounding against your head. You just want it all to stop. The headache. The vomiting. The music. The girl dancing with Steve. Hell, at this point, you want to forget Steve. Maybe you’d be able to be a functioning human without having to constantly worry about if Steve is with someone. You could just focus on you. Maybe college was the fresh start waiting for you to forget Hawkins. A knock at the door pulls you out of your thoughts. “It’s taken,” you manage to get out before another wave of nausea hits. The door opens suddenly and closes gently. “What part of taken-?” “Hey.” You look up, staring into the eyes of a boy that you had only seen once (ironically, in another awkward situation involving you in a bathroom), but heard thousands of stories of. To be completely honest, you’d thought they made up the story of Steve getting dethroned as “king” because they were tired of him winning keg races. But, real or imaginary, Billy Hargrove was staring at you from the doorway, leather jacket open, exposing his glistening chest. “Billy? How are you-? What are you-?” “Speechless, sweetheart?” “No, I…I just didn’t see you tonight.” Nice recovery, idiot. “I’ve been around. Came a bit late. Figured I’d say hello.” “While I’m puking my guts out? Wow, what a romantic,” you retort sarcastically. He smiles and kneels down next to you. “Figured you’d need some company.” He gently brushes your hair out of your face and down your left shoulder. Electricity runs through your body in a way you’d never felt before. There is a moment between the two of you as Billy leans in closer. “I’m fine,” you say finally. You brush the butterflies in your stomach off as an early hangover and stand up to wash your face. Billy stands up and snakes his hands around your waist as you’re drying your face with a towel. Before you know it, he is spinning you around and pressing you against the sink. He dips his head in the crook of your neck, eliciting a small gasp from you as his lips gently graze along the sweet spot of your neck. You feel Billy smirk against your skin as you tip your head back ever so slightly, his lips continuing to explore your collarbone. You’re here to have fun, right? “Y/N?” A gentle voice is at the door and you know immediately know that it’s Steve. You feel Billy’s grip on your thighs tighten as you jump, reality hitting you square in the face. “Come on, Y/N, open up. It’s me. Look, I just want to talk about...about...you know...” Your head is spinning out of control. If Steve caught you with Billy, that would absolutely be it. The last time you dressed a wound of Steve’s was when he was protecting the kids from Billy. You could still hear Dustin’s panicked, but hushed voice on the phone, telling you to come over, it was really bad. A shudder rings through your body. You didn’t want to think about the wounds that would have to be dressed if Steve walked in on this scene. The doorknob begins to wobble, Steve still gently knocking on the door. Adrenaline surges through you enough to push Billy off of you so you could at least plant your feet on the ground. Billy grins. “If I’m not mistaken, that must be Pretty Boy himself standing on the other side of that door.” It’s almost cinematic as you watch the door swing open revealing a brown-eyed boy with a pout on his lips. He looks up at Billy with disgust, and then to you with hurt. You feel your heart shatter into a thousand pieces. “Well, I was coming to check on Y/N…but I see she’s got all the help she needs,” Steve says. Billy leans up against the doorframe, arms crossed. You wished you could slap that shit-eating grin off his face. You wished his cologne would stop wafting off of your clothes and into the air. You wished, more than anything, that you could stop replaying Steve’s expression in your mind. “No, no, no, you’re not getting away that easy, Pretty Boy. You wanted to talk about something? Now’s your chance.” “Billy,” you manage to choke out. You knew exactly what he was doing and you weren’t prepared to sit back and watch it happen. “Don’t get in the middle of this, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty little face of yours,” Billy smirked, bringing a hand to the corner of your mouth gently, which you promptly swatted away. You wanted to make Steve jealous before, but not this way. Not here. Not with Billy. Part of you began damning yourself for even kissing Steve in the first place. If jealousy wouldn’t have played a part in this, you wouldn’t be in this situation. You try reminding yourself of the redhead. The way she had her fingers twirling Steve’s hair. His smile as she swayed to the rhythm. Steve’s defeated expression in the doorway kept pulling you away. “Don’t talk to her like that,” Steve whispered. “You’re brave for still being around these parts, you know that, Harrington? How about I kick your ass again to remind you why you shouldn’t be here.” Billy’s hands clenched into fists. Steve’s cheeks flushed rage. You just wanted out of this situation. With what little strength you had remaining, your hand met the back of Billy’s head with a loud smack. Billy turned to face you, one of his hands immediately flying up to the pulsing red spot you had left him with. “Just go, Billy.” You say sternly. Billy eyes the both of you, chuckling softly. He turned to disappear back into the party, but not before body checking Steve on his way out. You watch as Steve winces, eyes wandering up to meet yours. Before you can open your mouth, Steve is following suit, disappearing into the wave of teenagers. Tears sting your eyes, begging to be released. You blink them back as you follow Steve’s path. You had to fix this.

I promise the way we fight Make me honestly feel like we just in love … I lose my mind when it comes to you

The cold night air is a pleasant change from the humidity between bodies in Tina’s crowded living room. The breeze wasn’t helping the fact that there were still tears in your eyes, each wind blowing past threatening to release an entire ocean. Your eyes were locked on Steve’s silhouette as he walked towards his car. “Steve!” You’re yelling for him until you’re hoarse. It’s not until you’re directly on his heel that he turns to face you. His eyes are red and you can see where a few tears had cascaded down his face. “Why.” “I should ask you the same question,” you counter. Steve shakes his head, spinning back around to open his car door. You grab his arm. “I don’t want to hear it, Y/N,” he says coldly. “Please.” Steve sighs and closes the car door, leaning against it. A tear escapes his eye. You reach up to wipe it away but he swats your hand away to take care of it himself. “You were in there with him,” his voice cracks. “He-“ “You were in there with him, Y/N! You’re going to try and deny it? What? After you kiss me, making me look like the biggest idiot on the planet for not immediately running after you? And then the moment I do, he’s blocking my way? What the hell?” “Steve it isn’t-“ “What do you mean it isn’t like that? You’re going to kiss me, after everything we’ve been through, and then I walk into that? Is this a game to you? Our whole…everything?” You watch as Steve hesitates in continuing his speech. Tears stream down his face, and your heart shatters in a million pieces. You can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes. The girl dancing with him seems like a blur in your mind. Just another one of the girls that loved him and left him within the same day. Just another heartbreak you would have to deal with as you stroked his hair late at night and told him that “the one” is out there. Him not knowing that “the one” had been there all along. “Steve…” “All this time, you know? I really thought I had you figured out. One moment, we’re sitting on your bed cracking jokes together, and then the next you’re…I really thought…shit,” he takes a moment to rub his eyes and get his thoughts together. “Look. I made a mistake, okay? That girl…that girl was a distraction. I was trying to get your attention.” “And you got it. What makes you think Billy wasn’t a mistake?” You respond. “Because it’s Billy. I mean, he just looks at girls and gets them to do anything for him. And he’s in there taking care of you? Something I should-“ “You think I wanted him in there, Harrington?” You interrupt. “The last thing I wanted while near death on the floor was fucking Billy Hargrove trying to feel me up. I…I wanted you, Steve. I’ve always wanted you, Steve.” Steve’s eyes light up for the first time that night. He runs his fingers through his hair, a nervous tick that you had picked up on over the years. Now it’s you who had tears streaming down your face. Steve’s hands move to wipe them away and you let him. His hands linger. They’re soft, save for the rough callouses on his left hand from that one year he tried to pick up guitar. You lean into his hands. It’s the first time you actually felt secure all night. “Can we…start this night over? Forget that any of this happened?” “I would like that,” you nod through tears, smiling. “On one condition.” Steve’s face falls and he takes his hands away from your face, worry in his eyes. You reach for his arms and place them around your waist, taking his face in your hands. “Stop being so goddamn stubborn.” And with that you kiss him gently, Steve returning the kiss before pulling away. “Only if you stop first.” You playfully swat at his chest as he leans in for another kiss, which you happily return. “Let’s get out of here.”

If you were my boyfriend, and you were my girlfriend I prolly wouldn’t see nobody else But I can’t guarantee that by myself

A month passed since you sent in your college applications. A month of agonizingly looking up at your ceiling fan until school started, then coming home and looking longingly out at the mailbox; a cycle you had grown quite accustomed to. Today was no different. As soon as the bell rang, you were darting out of the classroom and sprinting to your locker, fumbling with the lock as if it were the first day of school all over again. “Whoa, whoa, slow down there, Jethro,” Steve sidled up next to you, taking the lock from your hands and opening it for you. You throw your social studies book in the locker, throw your backpack over your shoulder, and grab your psychology book before slamming the door and starting down the hallway. “What if today’s the day?” “You’ve been saying that for a month, Y/N,” Steve is struggling to stay alongside you through the constant wave of students trying to get to the buses. “Okay, but what if?” You grab his hand and drag him down the hallway to the bike rack. The party is also getting out of school and grabbing their bikes, and there you are holding Steve Harrington’s hand. “Gross!” Dustin is the first to speak. “You all are holding hands?” Lucas adds. “When did this happen?” Mike is almost disgusted. “Guys, stop it. I think it’s kind of cute,” Will, always the gentleman, smiles at you, while getting looks from his friends. “Yeah, it’d be cute if it wasn’t Steve!” Dustin replies. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asks. “I mean, it’s you.” “Uh-huh, yeah, very original.” “And you’re holding hands.” “Okay? And what if I did this,” Steve leans down and kisses you passionately to a chorus of “ewww” and “gross” and “please stop”. You pull away, grabbing your bike. “Well, boys, it was lovely to chat, but I have to go see if there is an acceptance letter waiting in my mailbox. You kiss Steve again (to the party’s dismay) before pedaling away. “I could just drive you, you know? It’d be quicker!…And you’re gone,” Steve yells after you. Dustin puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, buddy. You’ve got us to keep you company.” “Yeah, just in case, you know, she never comes back,” Mike adds. “She just went home, she’s not dead, you idiots,” Steve countered, although he couldn’t help the nagging thought in the back of his mind that you would get accepted to one of your dream schools and leave him in Hawkins. Will noticed Steve’s subtle change in expression. “Steve, are you okay?” “What? Uh, yeah, I’m fine. I need to go make sure Y/N gets home,” he says, digging through his jacket pocket for his car keys. “Are you coming to movie night?” Dustin yelled after him. “I mean, I don’t have a choice, do I?” Steve yells back. “Unless you want Mike and Lucas to get in another fight!” “Hey!” Mike and Lucas both hit Dustin on the side of the head. Steve turns to face the party, still walking back towards the parking lot. “I’ll be there at seven. You dipshits better not kill each other before I get there, got it?” The party nods collectively as Steve turns back around to find his car. Once he drives away, it’s a silent drive to your house. The inside of Steve’s mind was anything but quiet, though, as he still was thinking about what the kids were saying. They were kids, what did they know? But you were super smart. There was no doubt in his mind that you wouldn’t get accepted to Harvard. You did every extracurricular he could think of, plus got straight As, plus tutored him when he was struggling with algebra. Harvard was just too far from Hawkins. Purdue would be better so he could visit you, but he didn’t want to influence your decision in any way. You were sitting in your driveway, rifling through envelopes as he pulled up next to your house. “How’s it going?” You place three creme colored envelopes in front of you as Steve approaches, and stuff the rest of the mail in your backpack. He sits next to you, reading the return addresses. “Purdue, Ohio, and Harvard,” you breathe. “Which one should I open first?” Steve’s jaw clenches as he reads the schools in his mind over and over, mulling over in his mind how far of a drive Ohio was, how close Purdue was in respect to Hawkins, and truly how far Harvard was. Was he just exaggerating? He feels your eyes boring into the side of his head. “Harvard,” he blurts, silently cursing himself for doing so. You tense up. “I was gonna do that one last, you know? Save the best for last?” “Oh, no, it’s okay! It’s totally fine! Um,” he stammers. There’s a silence between the two of you before you begin to laugh at him. “Steve. Whatever happens, I’m not leaving you, okay?” “It’s just that-“ “I know. You are worried that I’m going to move away, find some college guy that is better than you, and fall in love. It’s not gonna happen, Steve. I waited this long for something to happen between us, and I’m not messing it up because of college. Plus, there’s no one out there who is going to make me think that they’re better than the boy who adopted a baby blue tang at the Hawkins Aquarium for my seventh birthday” you assure him. 

Steve smiles at the memory. You wouldn’t shut up about the fact that you could adopt your own fish and visit it every day. Your parents didn’t have enough money at the time to do it for you, and when you came to Steve’s for a playdate after spending the morning at the aquarium, crying and holding onto a ragged blue tang plush, he silently vowed to save all of his allowances to adopt a fish for you. It was quite possibly your fondest childhood memory. “But, long-distance is hard.” “Stevie, we don’t know what any of these say. For all I know, they could all be rejection letters,” you reply. “You know that’s bullshit,” Steve laughs, leaning back on his arms. “Now, are you going to open the letters or let them blow away in the breeze?” You carefully opened the Harvard letter, unfolding the trifold, and reading silently to yourself. Your face fell slightly at the result. An acceptance. You were so prepared for rejection, why weren’t you happy that you got into the most competitive school in the country? Your reach school? But there was the acceptance embossed on nice card stock paper with your name on it and it made you sick. “It’s a no,” you say carefully, not wanting to convey the actual result to your boyfriend. “No it’s not,” Steve said, reaching for the letter. “Let me see.” “No, Steve. It’s a no,” you say, stuffing it back into the envelope and tossing it in your backpack with the rest of the mail. “I should’ve known anyway.” “Hey, come here,” Steve envelopes you in a warm hug, fingers running through your hair. “They don’t deserve you.” You lean into his embrace and before you know it, you’ve both fallen on the driveway, laughing as you went down. Steve kisses your cheek. “I could lay here forever.” “I couldn’t, I’ve still got two letters to open,” you bolt upright. Steve looks at you with pleading eyes. “I’m just joking.” You say, flashing a smile. “Let’s see what the other two say,” Steve lays on his side as you open the letters from Ohio and Purdue. Both acceptances, of course. Getting accepted to Purdue made you feel more at ease. It wasn’t Harvard, but it was home. “I have until the end of the month to make a decision,” you say, reading the last sentence on your Purdue letter. “Well, how many more are you waiting on?” Steve asks. “Four, but I think I’ve made a decision,” you say, smiling. “I’m going to Purdue.” “Are you sure you don’t want to wait?” Steve quizzes you, but you can tell he’s trying to hide his excitement from your decision. “I mean, it kind of makes me nervous to leave Indiana. I mean, I’m getting out of Hawkins, which is what I wanted, but I’m not far from home. Plus, I’ve got a good reason to stay close,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. He deepens it, pulling you as close as humanly possible. You smile into the kiss but pull away gently. “We should head inside. Kind of weird to be making out on my driveway, don’cha think?” ***************************************************************************************************** You’re snuggled into Steve’s side as Return of the Jedi is nearing its end. The boys are all asleep on Dustin’s floor, El is snuggled into your side asleep, Max next to her. If you had a camera, you would totally set it up to take a picture of the scene around you. In that moment, you truly felt like you were in your element. Movie nights with the party were your favorite, and you loved that you had El and Max to keep you sane while the boys were fighting amongst themselves. It made you that much more excited that you would be close to them so you could watch them grow. However, there was one thing that you felt that you couldn’t let go. You feel Steve’s head droop down onto yours. “Steve,” you whisper. “Hmm?” “You’re falling asleep.” “No I’m not,” he slurs sleepily. “I have to tell you something,” you say. “Hmm?” “I didn’t get rejected from Harvard. They accepted me.” Steve stirs. “I was born at night, but not last night, Y/N. You’re bad at hiding your facial expressions.” You roll your eyes, trying your best to ram into his side without disturbing El and Max. Steve hugs you closer with sleepy eyes. “But I’m glad you’re here.” “Yeah. Me too,” you smile.

You were truly home.

[burnt-tomato]

herro!! can you write hcs for when noya and tendou gets jealous? like what would they be like? I feel like noya would rolling thunder someone’s ass HAHAH

♤: aye thanks for the ask!! Got braindead for a sec and couldn’t answer lmao. Ayt here are your headcannons. Also idk if you meant jealous as if talking to another mAn or jealous of your traits or who you are, so imma do both

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Nishinoya Yuu

If I were you I wouldn’t make this guy jealous lol

He’s probably jealous of your height let’s face it

Rolling thunder his ass what the hEcC lmao imma try to make that work

Jealous because of you talking to another guy

Noya is really protective of you bc he loves you a lot and is afraid to lose you and probably bc you’re the first and only to return his feelings

Made sure that everyone in the school class knew about your relationship. Yes even the team.

When a guy talks to you, let it be classmates, a friend or your brother bc why the hell not right? He will gLARE at them

Let’s say the 2 of you are in the same class. You were paired with a random guy for a partner project, and this rose a huge red flag for Noya

During class you and let’s name the random guy A, A had to sit next to eachother bc teacher's rules suck. You were wAy to0 cl0se to eachother, according to Noya's rules and regulations. More glaring yay.

You and A seem very… mmmmm friendly lol and Noya is n0t enjoying this

♤: aye sorry for cutting this but ya think Noya likes his girlfriend, if he gets one, more than Asahi and Kiyoko? My AsaNoya heart

Even when the project ended, you and A wanted to get to know eachother and be friends for plot and I’m pretty sure Noya is about to rolling thunder his ass

♤: not sure if noya is the threatening kind tho

Smashes down your door violently pulls you outside of class and to a corner ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). "Y/n... You better not tell me that you're planning to leave me for someone else.." "Yuu, why the hell would I do that? I only wanted to be friends with him because he's actually nice." "But I- sorry y/n. I'm just afraid of losing you." *hug hug cUdDlE hug because I can't describe scenarios like this lol*

Jealous because of someone flirting with you

There was this one particular guy who kept on looking at you and when you'd look back, he'd smile. Noya noticed this and let it slide for a few times, but that didn't last long. He soon felt itchy and bothered that someone's looking at you with a smile all the time.

He isn't quiet about it either. Everyday after class the guy staring at you (let's name him B) would wave his hand at you and say stuff like "see you tomorrow y/n" or when you and Noya arrive together at class he's be all "good morning y/n! Beautiful as ever!" And hoo boy Noya isn't happy. He would always say "Fuck off, you bastard. She's taken." And B will just belp at both of you.

Noya always tried to tackle the guy, but you always stopped him from doing so. Even if he wants to kill the guy or shout at him so bad, you keep reminding him to control his emotions. Idk if I were the girl i would offer Noya to double team B lol.

But hoo boy he cannot do that. B tool it to the next level and Noya couldn't keep it all in anymore.

It happened during a school day. Classes just ended and Noya told you to go on ahead and he'll just catch up, but just as you got out the door, B gripped you by the arm and pulled you by the door.

*peptalking my self* Ok Vy you can do this. You just have to make it look like B did a smooth move there even if you're bad with dialogues

"Hey hey y/n, you've been avoiding me for a long time now, and it's getting on my nerves." He whispers unto your ear. Noya hurry tf up your bae be in trouble. He places his thumb and index finger on your chin lifting it up and you can smell what he ate this morning

Ok Vy you can do this. "Look, I don't know if you're ignoring me because of that tiny guy, but I'll tell you now that he isn't good for you and you're too good for someone like him. You deserve someone better. Yknow, some like... me?" He smirks. You are hella disgusted

Who is this Bimbo trashtalking Noya. "So, y/n, could you be kind enough to give me your number and address~`>~~<~•||•《•¤○《•" wow I can't do this.

For a split second, you felt a hand travel to your back collar pulling to aside, revealing Noya, who was glaring daggers at B, while B was still smirking

"Hey hey now junior student, I was talking to y/n here, and you just disturbed our conversation." "Did I really? Oh sorry, but can I inform you that she's taken, nd if you want to leave school alive, you better step away now and never talk to her again." Noya says, trying his hardest to keep his composure and not lose control

"Geez fine already. You don't have to throw a fit about it. She wasn t worth my time anyways." He says walking away waving his right hand. "What did that bastard say about yo-?" You pulled Noya back. "It's fine now. He's gone." Noya was still frustrated, and you tried to cool him off.

*insert hugs and other stuff bc I'm uncomfortable writing those lolllll* you both go to the gym, and Noya forgot about what he was mad about as soon as he was playing and saw Kiyoko

Bonus

You're jealous of Kiyoko and Asahi bc even if Noya is dating you now, he still goes crazy over Kiyoko and hangs out around Asahi all the time lol

Tendou Satori

This is definitely someone I won't get jealous

Very underrated boy I love him

Jealous because of you talking to another guy

The time this happened was when you 2 were at the bookstore for the weekly jump. He left you for a while to look for the book while you hung around the novel books that you're probably not interested in

You saw a book that you got interested in, but was too high bc u short. You struggled reaching it, then goes a guy (I'll name him C). He reached the book for you and you bowed to thank him.

"Oh [ insert book title ]? You read that?" He asks. "Not really, it just looked interesting." You said. You both started chatting about that book, and then switched to your hobbies and other stuff.

Then Tendou comes. He wraps his lanky arm around you, forcing you to move back. And you're literally in a book section, so it's probably cramped. He looks at the guy, well, looking d0wn bc he t0l as hEcC.

"Eehh? So you're the guy I heard talking to y/n.. You better not be planning things to do to her, if you are you better prepare to go through me." The guy apologizesand waves you goodbye

"Satori, we were just talking about stuff we had similarities on.. He wasn't hitting on me." You say. "Oh? I guess my guess blocking only works on volleyball and not outside huh.. well anyway have you seen this week's jump? It's really interesting and has this-" starts rambling about the weekly jump. You were surprised yet used to this. Him being mad at first, then quickly turns back to normal when talking to you.

Jealous because of someone flirting with you

Mm m m m m m mm m mmm

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I just like making use of the fact he loves reading the weekly jump and is in the bookstore whenever he isn't playing volleyball

You were both at the mall to shop for something ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ and you both stopped for a bit in the bookstore. You hung out by the entrance while Tendou went inside bc he takes a hell lot of time lol.

You were minding your own business playing on your phone when this random guy walked up to you and pressed a finger on your phone, lowering it (let's name the guy D( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Hey hey beautiful~~~□•□•□•□□•□ [♤: I'm getting the big cringe lol]. Would you mind me asking for your number?" He asks with a smirk. You didn't know how to response or how to react during that time so you stood frozen, tilting your head to your left. You shook your head, signaling a 'no', but the guy insisted. He kept whispering (ง ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)ง and that made you really uncomfortable [♤: ew.]

You felt the door you had your hand on move away, then the next thing you knew, a tall lanky guy stood next to You, keeping his line of vision on D.

They started arguing, D protesting that you 2 were just having a friendly conversation. "Look, from inside, it was obvious that you were flirting with MY y/n. She shook her head multiple times and it was given that she was uncomfortable. So if you KINDLY would move away from her and never come back, that would really be appreciative." He says

You heard D make a 'tch' sound and walked away with a frustrated expression.

"You didn't really know that he was flirting huh? If it was obvious you could be come sooner." "Sorry the last time I butted in with your conversation with a guy I was mistaken, so I decided to make sure first." He said with a smile scratching the back of his head.

You 2 were about to leave when the shop owner said "Sir you will have to pay for that." Tendou was about to pay when he saw what happened. He laughed a little and went back inside apologizing.

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How to Destory Jeon Jungkook (chp 2)

Chp One / Chapter Two

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook

Genre: Eventual Smut/ Slow Burn/ Highschool AU

Words: 5,591

Summary: Taehyung usually isn't up to much, but Senior year brings about serges of boredom. So, Jimin devises a plan to mess with High School's baddest boy Jeon Jungkook. And Taehyung has to go along with it.

But a two day field trip could ruin it all.

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Taehyung made no progress for the next two days of class, Jungkook remained his stoic self, his lips most often pursed, and if not, his front teeth nibbled at his bottom lip. Taehyung would always try to start up a conversation concerning the stupid amount of homework that was due or maybe the weather (if he was desperate). Jungkook would give him the slightest nod of agreement or maybe, if Taehyung was lucky, Jungkook’s head would lull to the side so his eyes brushed over Taehyung’s form. 

Taehyung hated this bullshit. But sometimes Jimin, who was sequestered away in Mr. Kim’s copy room, would peak his head out and get a kick out of watching Taehyung suffer through Jungkook’s attitude. Jimin, being the teacher aid, loved to find excuses to free himself from his copying or grading duties, chatting away with Mr. Kim while darting his eyes at Taehyung, urging him to make more attempt with Jungkook. Jungkook didn’t notice any of this back and forth, he was too busy hiding under his dark bangs, fiddling with his pencil as the muscles of his arms tensed and then relaxed, over and over. 

Taehyung tried to butt into the other’s train of thought with his usual conversation starter, “I haven’t started on the homework…” (he had).

Jungkook let out a puff of breath, “You probably should, it’s pretty long.” He gave Taehyung a side eye, and then went back to staring down at his fingers as they toyed with bits of eraser. 

Taehyung was ticked off, as usual. “I just don’t get most of it.” He tried to make his voice faint, like there was no impact to what he said, playful and hoping to continue the conversation. 

“Maybe you should get a tutor,” Jungkook retorted. Every time Taehyung was able to coax Jungkook into even having a conversation with him in the first place Jungkook found a way to cut it off and end it so abruptly. Taehyung, every time this would happen (which is often), really wanted to flip Jungkook and Jimin off at the same time, storm out of that damned class room, and change into some clothes that didn’t cut off his leg’s circulation. He was really over all of this Jungkook crap. And he was only the first week in. 

Friday (Day 4 of sitting next to Jungkook) 

Jungkook’s jaw looks so punchable right now, Taehyung’s mind wanders, Of course, punching someone usually doesn’t land you in prime friendship zone with them either, Taehyung. 

This type of wandering thought is unusual for Taehyung during a lecture. He supposes it’s just Jungkook’s presence alone that sets him off into thinking like that. Taehyung quite literally has to hide his clenched fist under his desk to let the urge subside and focus back to whatever Mr. Kim is droning on about. 

Somehow, Jungkook has only muttered maybe two things today and it’s already riled Taehyung to his core. It’s something about Jungkook, in his demeanor, the carelessness to everything he says, there’s no gravity to it or urge to even say it. His friends eat it up though. They love how he doesn’t give anyone the satisfaction that he really cares about what he’s saying to them, everything is brief, no one deserves a second thought from him. 

“Are you gonna catch sunset with us tonight?” Hoseok asks Jungkook. Taehyung presumes Hoseok to be Jungkook’s best friend, probably because of how opposite they are of each other. In every word that is nonchalant from Jungkook, every word out of Hoseok is intense. 

“I think,” Jungkook replies. 

“Ah, might as well Jungkookie!” Hoseok gleams, ruffling Jungkook’s hair, “It’s Friday night! We can all chill and then see if anyones hosting anything.” 

Another of Jungkook’s friends chime in, “Pretty sure Yoongi is doing something tonight at his place.”

Taehyung wants to turn his back to the conversation, but his phone in his pocket buzzes. He slides it out and still hides it under his desk, it’s Jimin texting him from across the classroom, peaking out from his copy room with a grin plastered to his soft face.

We have to go to sunset tonight and bump into them! If Yoongi is actually hosting something this could be your shot to go with Jungkook to it !!!

Taehyung wants to roll his eyes but Jimin is watching him. He knows how Jimin gets all prissy when Taehyung rolls his eyes at him. Thought he doesn’t roll his eyes, a frown slowly forming on his features as he texts his response. 

Me and Jungkook aren’t on very good terms right now… as per usual 

Jimin scrunches his nose at Taehyung, Well start making yourself be on good terms ! It will definitely be better tonight once some weed is in both of your systems

Now Taehyung really wants to roll his eyes. He just scrunches his nose back at Jimin and shoves is phone back into his pocket. Hoseok is still chattering away about possible kickbacks or parties later in the night-if Yoongi’s plan falls through-but Jungkook hardly seems to hear any of it. 

Throughout the lecture, Jungkook leans farther and farther back into his chair, his bangs part against his forehead as he scrunches it often while in thought. Taehyung lets his eyes dart to the boy beside him on occasion, infrequent enough that it seems he’s glancing to check the time or scanning the other heads in the class. But really, he’s always trying to take in Jungkook. The way the other’s ears are littered with piercing, silver and thick, the way his atom’s apple bobs as he inhales. He’s a sulky creature, who’s charm relies on his looks and Jungkook is very aware of his appeal. He plays off of it, not having to do anything and people still swoon.

Maybe a punch is too harsh, Taehyung thinks, now I just want to brutally bitch slap the guy.

Jimin’s car is a beast. It rolls out from the student parking lot at a crisp 3:07 pm, somehow weaving its’ frame between traffic until they speed away at a crisp 40 miles per hour. Despite his confining pair of light wash skinny jeans, Taehyung’s body finally feels at ease for the first time this week. Fridays are a gift from god, Taehyung eats them up, much like any other senior who’s really fucking sick of High School. 

“God Jimin, can’t we just end all of this crap? I want to go back to only being stressed out by school, not by random fuckboys,” Taehyung blurts out, a soft smile creeping along his mouth as he looks to his friend. His words are meant to come off as light and carefree, but he waits for Jimin’s response with some seriousness to his demeanor. 

Jimin smirks but doesn’t take his eyes from the road, “Taehyung-ieeee!” He whines, his face always making Taehyung regret doubting his friend. “Please please please, let’s just see how tonight goes and if it’s completely lame and obviously not going anywhere we’ll stop.”

Taehyung supposes that’s fair but he still wants to give Jimin a hard time, “You just want to get high for free.”

“Absolutely not!” Jimin exclaims but he can’t hide the shy smile that emerges. He turns up their music so Taehyung can’t keep presuming these things of him (despite if they’re true or not). Taehyung reaches for the dial and turns it back down. 

“I think Jungkook is uncrackable. I honestly think so. He’s so tough.” 

Jimin shrugs his shoulders and takes a hand off the wheel to pull off Taehyung’s backwards baseball cap. “But you’re doing so well… I mean look at this!” He showcases the hat, shaking it around before throwing it to the dashboard. 

“Well Jungkook’s not too impressed…” 

“He’s not impressed with anything! He’s Jeon Jungkook, he’s seen just about everything, but there’s still hope for us.”

Taehyung gives him the side eye, but keeps up his nonchalant behavior of tapping his fingers along with the beat, so Jimin can’t notice how fed up Taehyung is with all this Jungkook crap. 

“Do you have a special play prepared? Something hidden up your sleeve, Jimin?”

Jimin smiles, his cheeks turning even pinker than usual, “A magician never reveals his secrets, Tae-Tae…”

Taehyung bursts with a loud laugh he tries to hide by slapping his mouth closed with his palm, “Bullshit Jimin, 7th grade you tried to do a magic show and choked on the scarfs in your throat.” 

“Hey… I’ve got a bad gag reflex ok,” Jimin whines with a breathy laugh. “Just trust me this one time and if it all falls through I majorly owe you.” 

“Yeah you do,” Taehyung retorts, however his tone stays humorous and light hearted.

The conversation lulls but Taehyung appreciates not talking on the Jungkook matter for a little while. He’s able to appreciate how his hair is freed from the restraining hat, the wind ruffles it over his eyes and is cool against his forehead. He lets himself lean back in his seat, eyes closing and Jimin once again turns the music louder. It drowns out the sound of road under tires, and the wind that swirls within the car’s interior. He wishes he could ease his nerves a little with the thoughts of possibly getting high tonight, he’s never gotten high before, let alone with people he despises. Senior year is already getting at Taehyung and he’s only a week in. Well, maybe it isn’t Senior year that’s ticking him off, he was quite excited for it during summer, he must just be a week into Jungkook.

Sunset doesn’t come fast enough. It’s still the summer months, the air heavy with heat and the sky bright and relentless. Jimin and Taehyung try to pass the time by playing video games at Jimin’s house, he’s got the bigger monitor and many more game options. Taehyung can’t resist checking the time every few minutes, Jimin batting his hand away from constantly flipping over his phone to look at the screen. He’s just waiting for when they can leave so he can get it over with. 

Jimin doesn’t seem too nervous about it, he always has an heir of confidence to him, he’s too cute to get rejected from anyone’s group of friends. Jimin has managed to intercept just about every clique in their school throughout his last 3 years, Taehyung doesn’t really doesn’t see him like that though, he’s known him for too long to understand why people think Jimin is so cool. He can appreciate the boy’s soft lips and how his eyes always shut when he laughs too hard, but he sees past it and remembers elementary and middle school Jimin too. Behind those supple features is a kid who sucked at playing tag through all of elementary school, always tripping over his own feet and laughing while plastered to the ground. Jimin’s wide smile only reminds him of how the boy would bring food from home for lunch everyday and stuff it down so fast that more often than not he’d end up with chunks of food between his teeth the rest of the day. Just last year Jimin accidentally posted one of his nudes to his Snapchat story and Taehyung was nice enough to tell him (but only after screen-shotting it and drawing a little pepper over Jimin’s genitals). All of that comes to mind when Taehyung looks at his friend, who’s biting his lip as he furiously plays Mario Cart. 

“Look at the screen!” Jimin exclaims, eyes darting over to Taehyung very quickly.

“Hey, I’m the one who’s winning,” Taehyung laughs, his wrists memorizing the map and moving fluidly through the obstacles without much of a second thought. Jimin huffs and keeps overshooting his wrist movements, moving his character to nearly the edge of each cliff, or brushing up against the shrubbery. This just comes naturally to Taehyung, Jimin is only coordinated when he dances. 

This back and forth banter continues for hours, Jimin’s house keeper bringing them snacks and Taehyung’s anxious mind always dreaming up new ways he could embarrass himself in front of Jungkook. Not that it really matters what Jungkook thinks… but anyway. 

No amount of Mario Cart or any other video game Jimin manages to pull from his box of CDs can distract Taehyung enough. 

8:35 pm. It’s time they leave for sunset. Taehyung tries to gulp but his throat is dry and aches. Jimin picks up on Taehyung’s stiff demeanor while they walk out to Jimin’s car.

“Buddy, you’ll be okay.” Jimin has this way about him, he can keep up his silly behavior for much longer than needed, but when Taehyung actually shows he’s scared or sad, Jimin’s caregiving kicks in and he’s immediately soft while he talks. Taehyung appreciates it but it was Jimin’s silly little game that got him into this mess. He tries to suck it up but his eyes still glaze over with noticeable fear. 

“Jungkook isn’t gonna bite,” Jimin smirks. Taehyung seriously doubts that though. 

“Let’s just get this over with as fast as possible.” 

Jimin squeaks with his high pitched laugh, jumping into the air as he now prances towards his car, “That’s the spirit Tae!”

The most popular place for kids from school to meet for sunset is the top of one of the college’s parking structure. Taehyung and Jimin don’t even know what it’s called, it’s simply referred to as “The Parking Structure,” obviously titled by the creative geniuses of their school. But it’s so popular everyone knows which one they’re referring to when it’s brought up. It’s particularly higher than most other parking structures, which makes it the most popular. So many levels high that the horizon is on display, and the city’s lights seem far off, like from another planet. The top of the parking lot is like the teenager’s other dimension, it’s vacant of cars during the weekend nights so they can park anywhere, haphazard patterns, crisscrossing over the allotted parking spaces. The tires don’t worry about the white lines on the concrete, the kids don’t care either, they park close to each other to huddle, or create a large distance from each other across the lot. The ambiance is unmatched, loud with chatter and the bass boosted music from their car’s tinny speakers. 

Taehyung sees Jungkook’s group of friends before he spots Jungkook. His stomach feels twisted and he feels a serge of adrenaline. The setting feels so different to him than when he’s at school with the same people. Seeing them so fluidly conversing and intermingling with each other, the sky slowly darkening behind them, it creates a different fear within Taehyung, one he can’t quite distinguish. 

Then there’s Jungkook. He was hidden away in one of the cars, and slowly emerges from it. His hair is swept up under a baseball cap, exposing his forehead that is at ease while he talks. Much more at ease than he ever is around Taehyung. He’s also talking much more than he ever does during class, in class he’ll speak at only the worst times. He’ll wait to talk until the teacher makes it clear they should be quiet, that is when he’ll turn to his friends for the first time to start chattering away, creating a fuss within the class waiting for him to shut up. Here, now, he talks when supposed to. Because everyones talking freely, laughing over the loud volume of their music that pulses. There are different songs at once, all from the different cars, the noise creates a vibration across the lot, the words and beats indistinguishable, but beautiful in that way. There’s a fluidity to the scene, everyone tries to become louder than the next, some are just quiet and listen to it all. Taehyung is of that category. He is transfixed to watching Jungkook, hardly paying attention to when and where Jimin parks, and that Jimin utters to him to get out from the car.

Before Taehyung can quite process whats going on he’s out of the car, his converse on the warm concrete, his shirt picking up a breeze that presses the fabric against his chest. Jimin feigns shock at seeing the group here, eyeing up the crowd with a burst of laugher and exclaiming the absurdity to this coincidence. As they get closer and closer to the group, Taehyung, as he takes in Jungkook face to face while they stand at opposite sides of the circle, notices a new heir to Jungkook. 

“Jimin!” Hoseok exclaims, immediately grabbing for Jimin and pulling him into a hug. Jungkook watches the exchange, Jimin and Hoseok between him and Taehyung. 

“Do you want some?” Hoseok asks Jimin, smoke wafts out of Hoseok’s mouth with the words, he shows off the joint that sits between his fingers as he takes yet another drag from it.

Jimin’s eyes light up and he throws his head back with a smile, “Yes!” 

Taehyung finally distinguishes what’s new about Jungkook-despite his exposed forehead. Jungkook’s eyes are low and heavy, his face is much less strained than usual, his mouth held in a slight smile. He’s very very high. It shows in how his lashes shade his eyes, they peer out from under the haze and take in Taehyung in a new way. Quiet still, but much more gentle. Taehyung is shy under the gaze, wanting to look away and leave the intense eye contact, Jungkook’s high-ness makes him bold and unaware of the tension. 

“Can Taehyung have some too?” Jimin asks, already puffing out his third cloud of smoke. Hoseok’s eyes hadn’t fully taken in Taehyung until Jimin mentions him, but he quickly recognizes the boy and hands over a second joint to Tae. Taehyung obviously has some apprehension, it’s so new to him and the heat emanating from the joint’s end scares him. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes as he watches Taehyung’s slow movements, Jungkook’s eyes are red and low lidded but he still manages to exhibit his usual attitude. 

“You don’t have to,” Jungkook mumbles. 

Taehyung’s eyes dart over to Jungkook, who’s words go nearly unnoticed to the rest of his friends. But Taehyung hears them. Taehyung feels a rush of warmth within him he quickly tries to ignore the other, he takes hold of the joint and eyes up Jungkook once again. Jungkook nibbles at his bottom lip, a common habit of his that Taehyung has grown to notice often. Taehyung, without much of a second thought, takes a long and slow drag from the joint, the smoke warm going down his throat, alarming him to the feeling of his soft flesh as it is burned with the sensation. He manages to hold the smoke in for a beat before letting it all out with a rough cough. 

“Nice one,” Hoseok says, patting the younger’s shoulders, “Do you want to hit it again?”

Jimin takes another drag from his and hands it back to Hoseok with a warm grin, already a looseness to his expression and ease to his movement. 

“Well Jimin is definitely done,” Hoseok laughs as he eyes up the other boy, his fingers reaching out for Jimin, but in a new way, more touchy and soft. 

“Might as well,” Taehyung finally responds, presuming that he doesn’t feel any effects yet, despite how delayed his train of thought is. He takes two more drags and on the third is finally feeling it set in. There’s a heaviness to him, his limbs hanging from their joints. He passes the joint to the girl beside him in the circle, and it works its way around until Jungkook finishes it off and grinds it into the soft cement. Taehyung’s mind becomes a daze of thoughts, they glide over him and don’t quite comprehend the speed of the other’s conversations or movements in real time. Jungkook still has his eyes on him, occasionally breaking his stare to drink from his Arizona while chiming into the conversation that Taehyung is too far gone to join.

“Oh I love this song,” Jimin exclaims, turning to Hoseok as they pick up a private side conversation as the rest of the group keeps chattering. 

“Really? None of them like it,” Hoseok motions to the rest of the group. 

“No it’s so good,” Jimin replies, his voice even softer than usual while he’s stoned out of his mind.

Taehyung slowly notices that this is Jimin’s “secret plan,” he’s invading Jungkook’s friend group via flirting with Hoseok. Jimin is smart, Taehyung thinks, I don’t know how to be that kind of smart right now. It’s true, his brain can hardly understand color or noise or movement, let alone what strategy to apply in winning over Jungkook. 

Right now, his strategy is simply being in Jungkook’s atmosphere, it’s not much but it’s much more than he’d do on any normal day. Jungkook is smiling more than usual, he talks with a grin plastered across his face, and it’s so strange to see that smile. It might be the weed that’s coursing through Taehyung’s mind right now, but the sight of Jungkook with such a simple grin is a stifling sight, it makes Taehyung feel warm. 

He pushes down this feeling as fast as it comes about. It’s definitely the weed.

“Hoseok can you please shut this shitty ass music off,” One of the guys in the friend group drawls. 

“Yoongi, you’re really one to talk,” Hoseok responds, laughing. Jimin joins in the laugh, using this exchange as his perfect segue. 

“Hey, we could just leave and listen to it together, I haven’t heard most of their tracks,” Jimin says quietly, so quietly if Taehyung weren’t purposely listening he wouldn’t have picked up on his friend’s hushed tone. Hoseok perks an ear, turning to look at Jimin, his eyes more serious than before, and the corners of mouth turning to a sly smile. 

“Yeah, if you want to I’m down,” he answers, his height towering over Jimin’s, the smaller boy looking up at him with wide eyes and an equally playful expression across his face.

Taehyung is transfixed with their exchange, he doesn’t know how Jimin is always capable of being so sly with his words, so playful and yet so daring. Jimin has this heir to him, tempting his suitors in a way that makes them think it was all their idea, but Jimin is really the brain behind it all. Taehyung has never been like that, everything he says is at face value, he knows it too, because he hasn’t had a single boyfriend throughout High School, while Jimin has had multiple relationships along with countless little hookups here and there. 

Jimin finally breaks his eye contact with Hoseok to turn to Taehyung, who’s gaze is slow, he peers at Jimin as if he’s gazing through multiple layers of color and haze. If someone told Taehyung he was wearing 4 pairs of sunglasses right now he’d honestly believe it. 

“Would it be okay if I go hang out with Hoseok?” Jimin adds a wink to show that his plan is working out very well. Taehyung really has no option to say no, maybe if he really wasn’t comfortable, but he’s under the influence which puts him at a new level of comfort, so he gives his friend a half hearted shrug. 

“Go listen to your shit music,” he says playfully. Jimin gently punches his shoulder with a giggle. 

“Alright, we’re out,” Hoseok says, “Jungkook, everyone else’s cars are full, can you be a homie and drive Taehyung?” 

The way Hoseok phrases it shows he knows Jungkook to be a stubborn boy. He gives Jungkook a look like, come on, you owe me this one, glancing from his friend back to Jimin, who smiles cutely, only tempting Hoseok further. Jungkook sees the mild desperation to Hoseok’s glance, he isn’t a complete idiot, he’s just a very stubborn one. He rolls his eyes but nods, not even looking towards Taehyung to see if he agrees with the whole situation.

Hoseok really thinks he’s pulling a fast one on Jimin, thinking his exchange of eye contact with Jungkook goes unnoticed to Jimin, while Jimin is even slyer, his eyes darting over to Taehyung with an extra heir of superiority. Taehyung is just caught up in the middle of all these mind games and ploys, so completely high that he stands there, hardly emoting, his expression very plain and almost solemn in its neutrality.

“Ok great, thanks, is everyone just going to Yoongi’s later?” Hoseok asks as Jimin gets into the passenger seat. 

“Yeah, my parents are gone tonight,” Yoongi answers. Everyone roars in approval with the excitement of tonight’s promise of copious amounts of alcohol. “Don’t invite anyone else though, we’re keeping it small for this one.” 

“When do we ever keep it small?” Jungkook implores, his voice gravely after not speaking for a while, plus the strain from all the drags of smoke that went down this throat a few minutes before. 

Yoongi mildly smirks, the rest of their friends laughing hysterically and nudging Jungkook in their admiration. 

“Fuck off Jungkook,” Yoongi says but his tone is gentle, “who’re you even gonna manage to invite that you haven’t already had sex with? Huh? It’s not possible.” 

Taehyung gulps, his throat is dry and Yoongi’s words only amplify his own insecurity. Taehyung’s extreme virgin energy feels large and very noticeable, it probably isn’t, but it feels like he’s just screaming virgin virgin virgin amongst this group of very non-virgin people.

Luckily, Jungkook isn’t even looking at Taehyung, he’s caught up in small talk about Yoongi’s kickback and everyone telling stories of Jungkook’s previous endeavors with girls. Taehyung is so transfixed within his internal dialogue he hardly notices when Hoseok and Jimin finally pull out from their parking spot and drive off; there’s a faint yell from Jimin saying “Bye Tae!” as the car skids away and music pulses out from their open windows. Taehyung is left staring straight ahead at his rival, Jungkook, who’s frame is slouched and his eyes wander around to anywhere or anyone else that isn’t Taehyung. Jungkook casually takes off his hat, shaking out his hair which brushes over his lazy gaze and then he sweeps it back under his hat. It’s such a swift and thoughtless action but it has Taehyung’s insides curling around themselves. 

Fuck. If it’s the weed that’s making him feel this way, he really needs to take a large break before getting high again. It’s dangerous to feel these things concerning Jeon Jungkook of all people. 

It’s nearing 9:30, the twilight begins to fade into complete darkness, only the lights of the city illuminating the sky now. The dark casts a shadow over Jungkook’s face, his eyes seem less harsh, less intrusive when they glance over Taehyung, and the darkness puts Taehyung’s mind at ease. There’s less movement and brightness that his mind has to process, he feels diluted and slow and graceful, hidden away in the night.

“I think we should go,” Jungkook says to the rest of his friends, pushing himself off his car where he has been leaning for nearly an hour. 

“Us?” Taehyung asks, his movement swaying like a top finally slowing down from its spinning. 

“Yes, us,” Jungkook answers with a laugh, his high is already starting to ware off, his words once again harsher and of his normal brutal tone. Taehyung fucking despises it, sneering at Jungkook’s response, just the sound of the other’s voice so annoying it starts to sober Taehyung as well. 

“Taehyung are you coming to Yoongi’s?” One of the girls asks, her head resting against Yoongi’s shoulder. 

Before Taehyung can even think of an answer, Jungkook steps forward to the middle of the circle and takes hold of Taehyung’s sleeve. “I”m gonna take him home.”

Taehyung wants to swat Jungkook’s hand off his sleeve, but he’s too lulled to do much but follow Jungkook as the other leads him to his car. This fucking asshole. 

The group might recognize Jungkook’s harshness, if they do they don’t mention it, just nodding slightly awkwardly. 

“Ah, well, next time for sure,” Yoongi says, his voice low but still sweet. Taehyung appreciates it and shoots him a warm glance. 

Jungkook leads Taehyung into his car and Taehyung fumbles into the passenger seat, quickly folding his arms over his chest and looking out the window to ignore Jungkook’s presence to the best of his ability. 

The ride starts out quiet, Jungkook pulling out from the parking lot and slowly driving down the tight turns of the parking structure until they a normal road. 

“Taehyung…” Jungkook starts. 

Taehyung almost scoffs in response but catches himself, still trying to remain civil despite how he plans to drop out of this challenge the next time he talks to Jimin. Even if he’s no longer trying to keep this friendship facade up he supposes it’d be better not to be complete enemies with his seat partner for the rest of the school year. So Taehyung swallows down his pride and just hums a response. 

“If you really want to go to Yoongi’s I can take you,” Jungkook says, his eyes darting over to Taehyung briefly before focusing back on the road ahead. The darkness makes it hard for Taehyung to make out the expression that’s held on Jungkook’s face, the occasional street light helps to light up his features, but so briefly Taehyung’s slow mind can’t quite process it and what it means. 

“You practically uninvited me in front of everyone.” Taehyung’s honesty shocks him, he hadn’t even thought over what he was going to say, it just came out and he instantly regrets it. But Jungkook doesn’t seem mad. 

“I honestly think you’re just too fucked up to go… wasn’t this your first time smoking?”

Taehyung huffs, avoiding the other’s glances towards him. “Well… yeah, but—”

“And we can go if you want, you just don’t seem like the type to want to do that.” 

Taehyung feels a burst of anger within him, jumping up from his reclined position to sit alert and straight. Jungkook wasn’t just trying to protect Taehyung, he was presuming all these things of him… maybe it was all true but it still struck a nerve within Taehyung. 

“I don’t need you to evaluate and decide what I’m up for or not, you don’t know me Jungkook.” 

Jungkook is quiet, but Taehyung sees how his hand squeezes down on the steering wheel extra hard, his muscles straining up his entire arm to his shoulder. His jaw as well clenches and his eyes are eerily trained to the road, purposely not looking to Taehyung in fear of bursting with anger. He stays quiet. 

“Just take me home, I don’t want to go anymore anyway,” Taehyung says coldly. His words are harsh and his low voice makes them only that much more intimidating. Jungkook finally glances over to him, the numerous headlights illuminate his furrowed brow and the silhouette of his nose that scrunches. 

“Fine.” 

The car ride is nearly unbearable, Taehyung wants to launch himself out and walk the rest of the way home. Luckily, Jungkook finally turns on some music that blares over the noise of the car and the city and angry puffs of air that Jungkook lets out. Taehyung still feels the serge of weed within his system, the music and the movement the car transfixing him, it makes it easier for him to ignore the other boy’s presence and also ignore his own anger. Taehyung does his best to not feel sorry for what he said earlier, trying to find an object to focus his attention on until he slips back into a dream-like state, letting his mind be subdued by his high. 

Finally they pull up to Taehyung’s house on the outskirts of the city. It’s quieter on the road, much less oncoming traffic and more room for quiet between them. Taehyung feels a buzz in his pocket from his phone, he hadn’t noticed but his data was off this entire time, his phone just now connecting to his home’s wifi. There are a series of texts that emerge, all from Jimin. 

Holy shit

Tae!

Taehyung respond 

Bro 

Bro 

You won’t believe this 

Taehyung !!!!!!

Ugh stupid ass 

Ok 

I’ll just say it 

I slept with Hoseok !!!!

It was fun 

I think I actually like him 

Hahah omg 

Tae please call me 

this is crazy 

And Hoseok was gooooood too

Bitch!

Please respond (unless you and Jungkook are up to something too ;DD) 

Taehyung manages to pull his eyes away from his phone’s bright screen to look at Jungkook. Jungkook raises a brow, even though he’s irritated he’s still inquisitive. 

“Bruh,” Taehyung manages to say, the word drawling and long, he lets out a light laugh. 

“What?” Jungkook asks. 

“Jimin and Hoseok fucked,” Taehyung answers, not managing to stifle his second laugh. 

There’s a pause from Jungkook before he rolls his eyes and his head falls back to his head rest. 

“Shit.”

“For real.” Taehyung’s mind reels, there’s no way I’m getting out of this challenge now, he thinks, but he can’t fucking say that to Jungkook. 

He leaps out of the boy’s car with a mild nod thanking the other for the ride, and he marches back to his house. Taehyung’s already tapped Jimin’s contact and the phone rings sharply in his ear as he enters his house. He’s too fucking high for this shit.

[mars-ipan]

school me in a l l o f t h e m I dare you

homie that would be. far too many. so i’ll give you the two i currently really wanna talk about, starting with the one i’d get less hate over probably

Narumitsu/Wrightworth- Ace Attorney series

i mean. this one. this one’s easy as hell. let’s start from the beginning. pheonix wright, 3rd grader, is accused of stealing the lunch money of miles edgeworth, aspiring lawyer and fellow 3rd grader. the class is awful to pheonix, saying that he stole the money without proving it in a mock trial. it gets to the point where even the teacher is telling him to apologize. this poor child is sobbing, trying to explain that he didn’t do it. suddenly, an objection. surprise bitches it’s the victim, miles edgeworth. “blah blah you can’t say he did it without any proof blah blah he shouldn’t have to apologize”. the class apologizes and pheonix is acquitted. this marks the start of their friendship. not too long after (a couple of years, at most?) miles’ dad and role model is murdered in a horrible incident (this is responsible for edgeworth’s fear of earthquakes which sucks since he lives in japanifornia). miles is now under the care of manfred von karma, abusive german asshole prosecutor who can die in a hole. this is where miles stops talking to pheonix (moving away to germany can do that) and decides to be a prosecutor with his newfound hatred of crime. skip to college. pheonix is in a horrible abusive relationship, the poor baby barely avoided death and was immediately accused of murder. guess who’s prosecuting this trial? miles mcfrickin edgeworth. and pheonix thinks “hold on. i know him!!! oh my god what happened????” after he is, once again, acquitted, pheonix makes the stupidest desicion in his life: to become a defense attorney. he stops going to art school and starts going to law school, just so he can meet this dude again and ask him what the hell happened to him. because if the stubborn asshole wouldn’t respond to his letters, he’d have to meet him in court eventually anyways. so pheonix becomes a lawyer. he’s... surprisingly good at it. then a case with edgeworth. and he wins!! super well!!! once again!! edgeworth is likely just “oh my god what the fuck???” idk tho since we play as pheonix, dumbass extroardinaire. anyways, in either this case or a later one (i do not remember) edgeworth comes up to pheonix after losing and essentially tells him “you’re making me feel things and i don’t like feeling things so get out of my court” (i mean literally. “saddled with unnecessary feelings, like unease and uncertainty” like bITCH??? YOU LOVE HIM D U H). and then edgeworth is accused of murder. pheonix immediately is at the detention center going “bitch let me defend you or so help me god.” miles, ever the confusing fuck, is just “no. not happening, absolutely not.” (there’s also a line where edgeworth goes “i... didn’t want you to see me like this” and in the remastered version pheonix deadass thinks “trust me, i didn’t want to see you like this, either” like b IT CH.) anyways a quick earthquake happens and once everyone’s settled, pheonix realizes he can’t see miles through the glass anymore. he stands up to look through the room and bam there’s edgeworth, on the floor trembling. this poor man. anyways pheonix is just “well i’m gonna defend u even if u don’t want me to so i’m gonna start investigating” and he does that and talks to edgeworth’s lovely detective pal, gumshoe, who explains edgeworth’s fear of earthquakes and also that after he lost his first trial against pheonix edgeworth was literally just saying “wright, wright, wright” and pacing u h m?? anyways eventually pheonix finds out that the case is related to the dl-6 incident, which is the one where edgeworth’s father dies. he goes back to the detention center and edgeworth’s all “well that’s what i didn’t want you to find out but now you know so sure defend me what the hell but you’re gonna lose” bc guess who’s prosecuting??? v o n k ar m a. anyways pheonix wins the trial, gets von karma convicted for murdering edgeworth’s father also bc dl6 was never actually solved and it’s funky fresh. edgeworth is all “i don’t know what to say,,,,” so maya, pheonix’s lovely assistant in the original trilogy, is all “try t h a n k yo u”

other moments where they are Not Heterosexual include:

all of oldbag. edgey i am so fucking sorry you had to deal with her ass. i mean yeah everyone would have that reaction but edgeworth IS a snacc, he likely goes through this all the time. no girlfriend though. rampant homosexual

i mean seriously who wears a cravat all the time other than a gay and/or a vampire

“they’re rivals!” “maybe for now we are..”

“that man” “that defense attorney” “him”- miles edgeworth, all the time

5 red knights surrounding 1 blue pawn on edgeworth’s custom chessboard

there was a jewelry line made for the game. pheonix and edgeworth both have rings. they are the only ones with rings.

and that’s only the original trilogy babey!!! there’s plenty more in the future games but i unfortunately don’t know anything past apollo justice so ah well

2. Mavin/Team Nice Dynamite- Achievement Hunter

okay first of all this is a real people fandom so i’m gonna start with a disclaimer. A. i ship them casually, B. they (and their partners) are perfectly okay with it and joke about it all the time, C. they are in a committed bromance and i will not pester them in any way. thank you. this will also be in list form as there is less of a narritive to follow :>

okay so. these fucking nerds. met on valentine’s day. they tweet @ each other on valentine’s day saying shit like “happy anniversary” i can not make this up.

they refer to each other as “boi” and “my boi” all the time. michael’s twitter bio deadass says “[wife] is my girl, gavin is my boi”

just. just watch play pals

they got married in minecraft once. it was domestic and cute afterwards.

angry boy (michael) is simultaneously Soft with and Angrier with stupid brit (gavin)

“i will,,,, have sex with you,,, consensually.” -michael jones, drunk off his ass

*gavin appears on tv in a bar* “everyone look!! it’s my boy!!! that’s my boy!!!” *applause from the entire bar*-michael jones, once again drunk off his ass

almost the entire office lowkey ships it

michael gets jealous. all the time. he has mentioned a time when gavin referred to his other best friend as “his boi” and while recalling the anecdote, michael basically said “and i was like *growl*” like. damn ok

matching necklaces

michael is the best at translating gav’s britishisms and gavinisms

“my wife is dead,,,, my husband is dead”- michael jones, in a hardcore minecraft server where he is the sole survivor

they casually lay all over each other and invade each others’ personal space all the time

they joke about gavin being the bottom in literally every fic with them. gav’s only complaints with the fic are that he’s the bottom.

i think the reason they don’t have gavin do an episode of red dragon inn is because michael would be far too powerful. maybe one day tho. hopefully

michael’s own wife is just out here all “hell yeah dude fuckin go with it” (we love lindsay jones in this household)

“just kiss and get it over with”

“micool,,”- gavin free, Squeaky Brit

“sucked michael’s dick last night: gavin free”- credit on the podcast

the “are you wearing my jacket” “yeah, i guess i am” “stop! ,,,take my clothes off,,” line comes from them

just. look in the tag for mavin. you’ll see what i’m talking about.

their dynamic is very similar to @an-ok-dude and i’s actually. except. ours is less angry and squeaky. kinda

alright kids that’s it for now. this post is getting long and being on mobile means i can’t put it under a read more so i’m gonna stop here :>

bls tho check these tags there’s so much good content

[acrobaticcatfeline]

The Fear of the Dragonwitch (Triplets Rolorem AU) Chapter 2!!!

Word Count: 2738

TW: Remus, vague mentions of deceit, swearing, arguing, anxiety, self deprecation, that’s it I think, lmk if I missed anything!!!

Notes: Ok so we have a second chapter!!! First chapter here! I have a whole plot line planned out for this fic y’all don’t understand. This chapter is just family dynamics, but next chapter should have more interaction with the other characters. Hopefully I get to a bit of Logan centric things soon but who knows, I certainly don’t! I hope you like it, I really do!

Pairings: Vivian x Mimi (OCxOC), pining demus possibly more in the future!

Summary: “wait you can sing?” roman was just trying to tell his family about this lifechanging event, and no one is taking his concerns seriously! though, maybe a bit of confidence and encouragement from the right people might sooth his anxieties enough for him to actually be excited instead of dreading what was going to happen tomorrow.

“wait you can sing?”

While it was an expected outcome, Roman was in fact rather upset at how quickly his brother had brushed off the important part of his confession. yes, in fact, he can sing but that’s not the point! The point was that he was now being thrown headfirst into a leading role in a musical in front of way more people than he was comfortable with and he was expected to sing and dance as well? While he was catastrophizing Logan pulled up to the curb, stopping to let them get in the car. Unfortunately, while Roman was ready to just drop it and move on, Remus had other plans. As they strapped into the car Remus kept running his mouth.

“seriously though, I've literally never heard you sing how can you be lead role worthy when you’ve never sung in your life? I mean like congrats I guess but like, I dunno if your teachers all that-”

“Remus if I had brought this up so you could tell me how unqualified and bad I was in general I would have asked this morning. I mentioned it because I'm terrified of doing any of this and I can’t let down my teacher. Yes, I can sing, I do it often you just never pay attention to anything in the world other than your stupid bubble. I should have known better than to talk to you about this, of course this is how you'd respond.”

“what's this about?”

Oh yeah, Logan was there too. Well he should probably know too-

“Roman randomly sung in his drama class and got chosen to play the leading role in the schools musical for this quarter.”

Well then. Guess he didn’t need to explain himself. He turned around in his seat, giving a look of ‘what the fuck???’ towards Remus before settling again, ready to be interrogated. However, Logan simply smiled.

“so, your friends absolutely hate you for singing huh?”

“no… shut up!!!”

“hey, congrats ro. You deserve it.”

“no??? no I don’t???? Logan you don’t understand I didn’t even audition!!! He just gave me the part!!! Like firstly that’s unfair to the rest of the kids who actually want parts, and secondly, I don’t want the part?????? This isn’t a ‘congrats!’ occasion!!! This is an ‘oh shit you just got roped into complete life ruining changes because you're an anxious mess who is too afraid to disappoint your teacher’!!!”

“one is easy, the auditions were last week. He already heard all the other options and decided you were the best. You should feel good about that Ro. Two, also simple. I know how much of your free time you spend wishing you could be the one on stage, I see you humming and swaying around the house restraining yourself, you want to do this, you're just scared.”

“…”

“third, change isn’t going to ruin your life. he's not changing your classes, he's not taking you off the tech crew, not much is actually changing. You're using your teacher as extra justification to do something you’ve been dreaming of. You’ve let your anxiety blind you from knowing what you really want. You can’t let it control every aspect of your life.”

“… stop being ‘wise beyond your years’ with me its uncalled for and I'm feeling attacked.”

“listen what do you want from me, I have the knowledge what else am I supposed to do with it at this point?”

“stupid jerk prodigy brother… you stole all the brains from us I can promise.”

“I was by far the smallest of us, I did not absorb your brains.”

“pics or it didn’t happen.”

“insufferable”

 As soon as they were home things flipped on their head. Remus had a call and suddenly he was having a breakdown. He wouldn’t even tell anyone what had happened he was just pacing back and forth with wide eyes filled with tears. He was half delirious and Logan was trying and failing to reason with him.

Re, you're walking a hole in the floor you need to calm down. I know you're having an anxiety attack but-”

“IM NOT HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK!!!”

“Remus stop yelling-”

“NO, YOU SHUT UP!!! IM NOT ROMAN I DON’T HAVE ANXIETY IM NOT EVEN STRESSED SEE I AM FINE JUST LEAVE ME BE!!! YOU HAVE THE WRONG BROTHER”

Roman and Logan sat in stunned silence as Remus ran off to his room. Roman gave Logan a look and Logan straightened his back and shook his head trying to be composed, though his steadily shaking hands sold him out. He turned away from where Remus had previously been standing and looked back at Roman, moving his offending hands behind his back.

“well it seems like he refuses to be reasoned with. I suppose we have to wait for mother to get home to fix whatever is bothering him.”

“its not your fault lo.”

“… yes. I- of course I know that why would you think I thought otherwise. It was clearly whatever stressor acting on him and not my involvement. I know that. Of course. It’s the only logical conclusion.”

And almost right after their mom walked in the door. She held a large satchel thrown crossbody and her hair was slicked back held in place with a little hairspray and a bunch of bobby pins. It was styled in a neat bun with her bangs framing her face perfectly. She had small black glasses and little silver earrings and had a simple matte red lipstick perfectly in place. She was wearing a light blue button up shirt and a black blazer with matching dress pants and flats. She looked perfectly put together as she tossed off her shoes and threw her bag onto the couch. She smiled at her kids and finally let herself slouch and look a little more like the mess she felt like.

“hi kids, how was school today?”

Roman shot a look at Logan before answering.

“well, um there was a lot, and though I want to tell you, Remus had a meltdown and we need help to get him back. Logan tried but he wouldn’t listen.”

“oh, geez ok um, Lo could you please grab my computer from my car? I have to finish something up later, and Ro could you pop the clam chowder on the stove? It was gonna go with dinner, but I know how much Rem loves it. Besides there should be plenty of the French mac that Mimi makes to feed us tonight. I’ll go work things out with him.”

 “hey kiddo? Can I come in?”

Vivian Royale had a knack for pulling her kids out of their heads enough to actually fix problems, but her son Remus was usually rather self sufficient in that regard, while Logan and Roman both had anxiety and Roman had the rest stacked on top, Remus was rather neurotypical and usually had less issues that required her intervention. That was, until high school hit. His mental health took a rapid hit as soon as he had started high school, and no one quite knew what happened. She knocked on his door, waiting for his answer before stepping in.

“hey bud. What's wrong? I heard you had a bit of an outburst. Can you tell me what happened?”

Remus sat on his bed, a green octopus comforter laid on the bed and his Cthulhu plushie was in his grip. He hid his face in the toy as he mumbled something into it.

“Hun I'm gonna need you to speak up ok? We can’t fix anything if I don’t know what's wrong.”

“it’s dumb.”

“obviously its not to you. If it was it wouldn’t have affected you enough to cause you to yell at your brothers.”

“… I just- it’s so dumb I don’t wanna say it!”

“you're safe here Rem.”

“my friend got asked out by this lame dude in our class. And- and I think I have a crush on him. My friend I mean! And- and I don’t know what I'm supposed to do, I can’t tell him, what if he hates me? I just. I don’t know how to feel I just know it sucks.”

Vivian set a gentle hand on her sons’ shoulder and gave him a soft smile. She took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I understand Rem. That’s sort of how it felt when I realized I liked Mimi. I've known Mimi since we were kids and it wasn’t until after me and your dad broke up that I realized that I loved her. We were in our twenties and I had three newborns and my best friend jumped headfirst into that without hesitation. Is he actually going on the date?”

“no. he's not his type, I guess. That’s what he said at least.”

“then ask him out! He's not interested in them, and he called you to tell you. You obviously matter to each other, even if he doesn’t like you back, I don’t think it would change anything. Just go for it, what's the worst that could happen?”

“…you're right. I-I guess I’ll talk to him later.”

“atta boy!!! Now come on, Roman has clam chowder on the burner and Mimi should be home soon!”

 The four of them sat down at the dining table eating and Logan and Remus recounted their day to their mom, Roman staying quiet for the time being, only wanting to say his announcement once. It was 15 minutes before Mimi got home in her fancy outfit. Her red hair was everywhere, curled and messy and absolutely her. She wore a black dress that had a cat head shape on it, with a pink bow at her waist and where the cats head didn’t cover was a see-through mesh. She had a light pink tank top under it and had a pink and white jacket about 2 sizes too big for her on around her shoulders. Her shoes were shiny pink stilettos that made a pretty click clack noise as she walked. She held a pretty black purse and she had little unicorn earrings that looked adorable with her pink lipstick and black to pink cat eye. She set her bag down on the table next to the door and slipped out of her shoes neatly setting them next to the door before slipping over to the table where everyone was sitting. She ruffled Roman and Remus’ hair before giving a big smile to them all.

“how are my boys doin? I see Viv pulled out the chowder, I hope everything is good!”

“I'm really gay!”

“me too Hun, what's new?”

They all let out a fit of giggles. Mimi went to serve herself a bowl of soup and Logan and Remus repeated their day back to her. When they had finished and Roman still hadn’t spoken, she leaned on her arm with a gentle smile and encouraged him to speak. He nodded and cleared his throat.

“um… it was pretty average all around, but this morning Mr. Sanders heard me singing and um, well he uh,”

Logan gave his hand a small squeeze from under the table. He swallowed and finally finished.

“he cast me as the lead in our coming musical.”

Mimi and his mom stopped mid bite of soup, staring at him intently and he wanted to melt through the floor. They swallowed their mouthfuls and looked at each other before turning back to him with wide smiles. Suddenly Logan and Roman clasped their hands over their ears as the two started squealing at the top of their lungs, Mimi jumping out of her seat, jumping up and down. when they finally stopped screaming, Mimi was still bouncing and had Vivian’s hand in hers.

“oh my god Roman!!! Our baby boy oh I'm so so proud of you!!!!!”

“Roman sweetheart, that’s incredible!!! Wait, but weren’t auditions last week?”

“yeah, um, he just had me sing and dance again and he gave me the part.”

“Roman that’s incredible!!!!!!!!! Oh, I knew it!!! Didn’t I tell you Vivi? Didn’t I tell you that Ro was gonna be an incredible performer? I remember, I remember when I first saw him when he was an itty-bitty peanut that I told you he was gonna be a star in the showbiz!!! Oh, he's our little star oh I'm so proud!!!!!!”

“yes, babe I remember, calm down you are going to make him explode! Roman I really am so proud of you honey.”

“oh, oh oh!!! Roman you should sing for us!!! You always stop singing whenever either of us enter the room, I want to hear you sing!!! If you're ok of course, no pressure”

Roman’s face was the shade of an apple. His stepmom was always over the top with support, but this was more than he expected. He was about to nod when he heard Logan make a confused noise.

“am I really the only person who has heard him sing? He never stops singing its like his default mode! He's always making music whether through his fidgets or humming or singing, I don’t know how you guys have missed it!”

“I mean, I do my best to keep people from hearing me but you're sorta the exception. You're calm and you won’t like, smother me.”

“… well then. I also vote for a song.”

“hold on, lets get dinner ready first and then we can fully focus on him”

 They had sat down with their plates and Roman was playing with his ring to keep him calm as 4 pairs of eyes stared at him waiting to hear him sing. Logan gave him a small smile and that was enough to help him start.

As the smile fell from your face, I fell with it Our faces blue There's a heart stain on the carpet I left it, I left it with you Yeah, the truth is that I'm sorry Though I told you not to worry I'm just some dumb kid Trying to kid myself That I got my shit together So go, get to runnin', won't you hurry? While it's light out, while it's early Before I start to miss any part of this And change my mind, whatever

Logan’s smile widened as he recognized the song. Remus mom and Mimi sat still, with looks of… awe? He was too nervous to analyze their expressions while he was singing. He continued on.

I say I wanna settle down Build your hopes up like a tower I'm giving you the run around I'm just a lost boy Not ready to be found Not ready to be found I'm just a lost boy Not ready to be found

He let his eyes close and his body sway to the song playing along in his head. He didn’t see the looks his moms gave each other, he didn’t see Remus shove Logan with a jealous look screaming that he was bitter he hadn’t heard him sooner. He was absorbed in the song.

I don't care much for locks on the window To keep me at bay I'll leave you one last kiss on your pillow Before I fly away Yeah we knew from the beginning That this wasn't never ending Shouldn't stay too long Cause we're both too young To give into forever

So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy

Roman quickly finished the song and hesitantly opened his eyes. The amazed faces that they all had completely floored him. Mimi got out of her seat and surrounded him in a hug, which was objectively adorable due to her barely reaching his collarbone. Remus had an odd look on his face with a mixture of awe and curiosity. Mom sat with a wide grin on her face that matched Logan’s. He felt happy and at ease and calm. And he felt much better about his new part in the musical seeing his family filled with some interesting type of pride.

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