#schulott boarding school au

[whichcouldmeannothing]

follow my lead - schulott boarding school au

wrote this during ilotts gt stint so,, maybe i am in brainrot

can you tell that these are all inspired by wicked

anyway here is content

context : how did this start? boarding school shenanigans

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Mick is staring at his Physics homework, watching the arrows on his paper when someone knocks on his door. He turns to the door, and then back to his paper.

Tension problems or literally anything else?

He pushes his paper into his desk, walking up to his door. "Hel-"

"Schumacher." It's Callum.

It's Callum?

He takes in the British man, whose eyes are bright and sparkling, his hair messy, his shirt dark and wet and what is happening, he thinks, as Callum pulls him out into the quiet hallway. "Wh-"

"I have an idea, but you have to listen to me, okay?" Is he pleading? Lost for any words, Mick nods. The grip on his shoulders loosen and before Mick can ask if Callum's okay, the brunette starts talking.

"Look, you have your dad, and I have my scholarship, and it sucks, what people say, right?" He looks into Mick's blue eyes, and he sees the green in his companion's eyes, and he has to shake himself, to pay attention and nod in response. Callum takes it as permission, continues talking. "Okay, so let's give them something to talk about then. Something we can control. Something we can change." His eyes are determined and for some reason, Mick would do almost anything if those eyes were on him, he moves back a little, but wait-

"What do you want us to-"

"Date me."

The hallway is deafeningly silent. The hall suddenly feels devoid of air. He thinks of how close they are, Callum's hands on his shoulder like a lifeline, his face mere inches away from Mick's, the Brit functionally pressing him against a wall.

"Look, I think it could work, okay, and we can both run for Senior's King and you can fulfill a legacy and I can use that to get a good school after this place, and we don't have to do much, we just use what they say for us and it can work, trust me." He's rambling, but Mick, for some dumb idiotic reason, is listening and he's thinking.

There could definitely be worse ideas, he thinks.

But, would it really be better, than just doing this year right? No lies, just everything back to normal?

A door opens.

The two turn to the sound.

"Callum?" It's Marcus Armstrong, Callum's roommate.

Footsteps on the wooden hall echo down the hallway. Some rustling, and light shines down the hallway. They make eye contact.

In these three seconds, Mick's lightning quick reflexes do their work. Thoughts spin around in his head.

Would this be beneficial?

Would this help him win Senior's King?

Would this kill his soul?

But then Callum does this thing, where he uses his eyes, entrancing and pleading and his smile, hesitant and promising and he puts them together.

Callum tightens his grip on his shoulders. This can end up in flames, Mick thinks. This can end horribly.

And like an out of body experience, Mick nods.

And in one second, Mick's entire year is laid out for him.

The flashlight shines on them, and Callum's lips are on his.

Mick belatedly realises this is his first kiss, and he notes the slightly chapped lips, that taste like candy and soda. The hand on his neck and the faint smell of Red Bull.

And he sinks into it.

It's his first kiss and he is taking it.

"Callum!" The two break apart, to Marcus Armstrong's jaw hanging open.

Mick feels hot in his face, but Callum, other than a slight pink high on his cheeks, looks normal. He looks to his roommate, back to Mick and winks. Winks.

"Can't let him go to bed without a kiss, can I? Be a bad boyfriend then."

How is he so smooth with this?

"Good night, Mick." He grins.

Mick still feels out of it, a shy little "Good night." crawling out of his mouth.

The two retreat to their room, Marcus pestering Callum.

Once Mick closes his door, he slides down the door.

This, he decides, will be a year.

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sorryk

[whichcouldmeannothing]

all alone in the night - schulott

hey!! i could not work until i wrote this!! mad!! 800 word brain fart grr

context : schulott boarding school au, where mick and callum fake date to win prom kings, things don't go as planned

if response is good i'll make the actual thing ahha

"Hey.” Mick greets. Behind the closed doors, the farewell party parties on, the music floating out onto the hall. Callum leans on the banister, eyes fixed on the moon and the stars. Mick faces the opposite direction, eyes fixed on the wooden hall doors, but right beside Callum. Mick frowns, nudging him with his shoulder. In lieu of a response, Callum sighs and leans into him.

Mick forces himself to stay still, willing to be Callum’s support.

(Willing to be Callum’s anything, he remarks to himself.)

The Brit chuckles, rubbing a hand on his cheek. “Really thought I’d win that one.”

The German turns to his companion. The moonlight bounces off his skin, tinting him a slight blue. But with the stars seemingly reflected in his eyes, Mick can guarantee the prettiest thing in the universe is the boy beside him. Mick commits every detail of Callum to memory when-

Oh.

Those are tears.

“Hey.” Mick takes the hand resting on the railing. “He didn’t deserve that seat, you did. He got that seat through money, and we both know it.” He sighs. “It’s unfair.”

Callum’s grip on Mick’s hand tightens. “Life isn’t fair.

The blonde tugs on the brunette, pulling him to a standing position.

“What?”

“Say, I, Callum Ilott deserved that seat.” Callum rolls his eyes, but Mick shakes him.

“Do it, please.” Something like a smile makes its way onto Callum’s face and he puts a hand up, in mock pledge.

“I, Callum Ilott, deserved that seat.” Mick nods.

“Now four more times.”

Callum laughs and now Mick is laughing and maybe this night wasn’t a total bust, maybe Mick can-

The song inside changes. It’s a slow song.

Mick’s hands are still on Callum’s shoulders.

Where they always this close?

Was Callum always this kissable?

They start swaying.

Hands are placed on his hips, hands stay at shoulders.

Callum rests his head on Mick’s shoulder.

“You did great tonight.” Mick says.

Callum turns his head up to face him. “You look good tonight.”

Mick hopes his blush is well-hidden by the cobalt clouds. And he hopes Callum isn’t actually barely a few centimeters from his lips.

He doesn’t actually know who moves first, but his lips end up on his.

Finally, Mick remarks. A kiss just for them. A hand cradles his cheek. He closes his eyes.

It’s deep and good and it doesn’t feel like a goodbye, it feels like the beginning. Like it’s the dawn of a new day, and not eight p.m on a Sunday night. He would love to be here forever, he would love-

Callum pushes him away weakly.

“Stop.” He whispers, breath ghosting on Mick’s lips.

“What?”

Callum’s hands end up as fists on Mick’s suit jacket, hitting him lightly once. “Please,” and why does he sounds so defeated as he says, “Stop doing this.”

“Cal-“

“You c-can’t keep, just trying to sweep me off my feet without ever telling me-“ He stops, running a hand through his hair. “God, this isn’t-“ He pulls away.

Mick takes a step towards him, the haze of the kiss fading quickly as he thinks what to do what to do what to do. Callum jerks back. “Stop!”

“Stop what?”

“No one’s here, you don’t have to, to-“

“To what?”

“That!”

“What, be a friend? Care for you?"

“No, acting like, like you love me!”

Silence.

Mick can’t move, can’t even crack his mouth open.

“We both agreed that this wouldn’t happen right, and, and-“ His breathing increases in speed and Mick steps forward, to do something, anything, when-

“I like you. A lot.”

Mick freezes.

“I-Shit, this, I like you. I like your stupid hair, and your face, and the way you’re nice to everyone and how you want to impress everyone and how you hold my hand and stand up for me and, this wasn’t supposed to happen, but God, I would march up there and give a presentation on why this school should be as head over heels for you as I am.”

“If any part of you thinks anything similar, please.”

And Mick knows. Knows he does, knows that Callum makes him feel heard, like he doesn’t have to be perfect, like he isn’t just a son of a name, like he’s the most important person in a room, that he wants to brush the tears away his cheeks and kiss them away forever, and prevent that from happening ever again and that this is the best he’s felt in all his years here.

But he doesn’t have the words.

His mind goes blank, and while he scrambles to give Callum what he needs and what he himself wants, Callum steps back. It feels like an eternity before Mick can open his mouth, but as always, Callum gets there first.

“I see,” Wait, no- “I understand, this was really dumb to do.” No, wait please-

His eyes are watering, so Callum tilts his head back up for a second. His eyes are glistening, and he’s near tears, but he still looks magnificent. “Thanks for the year, Mick. Have a good one next year.” Callum walks away.

[whichcouldmeannothing]

hey if im awake at like 2 tonight im going to write a drabble for a schulott boarding school au besties